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Ik this is sorta late depending on time zones and this ask being cheesy as hell but what would the Riddlers do for Valentine's Day with reader? Something cheesy asf? Or not celebrating it at all? I wanna know I'm curious as hell now
Valentine's Date
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gosh i rushed so fast to get this done today!! luckily, it was a blessing as work was SLOW! so here are the boys and how they would celebrate valentine's day in my mind because i am down bad for them all and live in a fantasy world where they would all try and do something nice for you 💚
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young justice
i can almost guarantee that if you're spending valentine's day with him, it'll be the first one he's had with a partner
so he is pushing the boat out. or... as best as he can... what with the nerves
he wouldn't do something too extravagant, not too fancy or big. that would only increase the number of people he might embarrass himself in front of
he's far more keen on taking you to a quiet, unexpected but comfortable restaurant with quiet music and only a few tables, so he can talk to you and hear you properly
he'd buy you a single rose, hire the violinist to play a song by your table, your favourite tune
no dancing, he's got two left feet, but he will reach across the table and hold your hand, stroking it with his thumb and looking into your eyes
and when he takes you home, he'll walk you to your door and offer you a shy, reserved kiss
whether or not you pull him through the door by his tie and ravage the poor beast is up to you
unburied
he wouldn't actually ask you out for valentine's day
he'd give you a rant about capitalism and how it's a made up holiday and that you should keep your calendar clear anyway just in case he decides to do an ironic date
you'd think his goal was to embarrass you, in fact, because he's showing up to your house with a little remote control and blasting your favourite song out of every speaker system you own
"hey, sh... don't ask how i know your favourite song or how i got control of your devices. just... stop thinking about it. hey. hey! you're thinking about it... don't think about it, sh you're too pretty to think about it. let me think about it, i'm smarter and prettier"
dinner isn't anything too special either. takeout pizza on a rooftop in gotham somewhere. it could be romantic though, and it would be to someone desperately in love with him like you
listening to him talk about light pollution, asking if you want to hear some riddles about constellations, pointing out the various places he's hid from his enemies
it's not traditional by any means, but it is oddly romantic. dinner, music, time alone under the dulled stars. maybe that was his plan all along
gotham
oh we are going WHOLE HOG here for valentine's day!! you know he's an old romantic, a sweet and gentle soul
so don't think for a moment that you'll be seeing any other people that day, your attention will be solely focused on each other
he's sent, uh... someone has sent in some miscellaneous threat to your workplace, so luckily for you(!) you're not required to go in! SO SURPRISE!! he's here to make you breakfast
and then a brief walk down some of the quieter streets, where he might be brave enough to ask if he can hold your hand
once you're at his apartment, you're in for some respectable but tension filled cuddles on his sofa while you watch some classic romance movies
and then he's making a beautiful three course meal for you both! pressed tablecloth on his little dining table, roses in a conical flask, candles in test tubes (is he stealing these from work?)
he'll feed you little bits of food, wiping your face with a napkin, staring into your eyes dreamily
and then the night will end with a perfect and very polite kiss that you'll wish wouldn't end
telltale
he knows how to do romance, he's been around long enough. it's more a question of whether he can be bothered to celebrate
but he'll pull himself together and act the perfect gentleman for you, regardless of how tired he is after a day of committing violent/cyber crime and being oddly agile for a man in receipt of a state pension
(a fact which will come in handy at the end of the evening...)
he'll start off the evening with the traditional gifts. a box of expensive chocolates or candy, perfectly suited to your dietary requirements of course. and a bouquet of flowers. not roses, but your favourites. he knows they'll make you happier
he's not one for being out in public, what with the whole "is he dead" thing, so you'll be dining in BUT to make it special, he has hired a discreet personal chef to provide the food for the evening
slow, quiet jazz playing in the background, just you, him, and the waiters he has hired and has threatened under extreme violence to keep their mouths shut about this particular shift
could it get any more romantic??
arkham
bless his heart but this eddie is forgetting that it's valentine's day until you're handing him a card, grasping it between his dirty fingers, smudging the soft pink colour with grimy fingerprints
then, you'll endure a fifteen minute long lecture about why you should have at least had the sense to warn him in advance, or to remind him, since you know how he can be
and when he's done, he'll be pushing you out of the room, getting rid of you so he can "finish his important work" and only then can you consider "doing something for this silly holiday"
really, he's just looking for an excuse to get you away so he can work on your very last minute present without you seeing
which of course, he'll present to you as though he had been pretending to forget all along
"i made you this, it's a symbol of our relationship"
it's the remnants of a neon question mark bent into place to resemble a heart. and there's hot glue still drying on it. and a screw stuck to it
but it's the thought that counts, and the thought is there! after all he loves you enough to have lied and put aside his important welding or whatever to haphazardly craft the lie
dano
for him, valentine's day is about showing your love for someone. because you can love them every day, but this is an excuse to make a display out of it
so expect a myriad of gifts, food, perfumes, vouchers, jewellery, stuffed animals, flowers, a handmade valentine's card
enough that it makes you guilty (and enough that you wonder if he really has just been saving all his salary instead of spending it on... furniture or therapy)
then, the personalised activities! most of which involve you doing his quiz all about you and your relationship with him, solving several riddles that lead you to a hidden compartment in the wall of his bedroom (weird.) where he's stuffed his poems to you (sweet!) which he will then recite to you, stuttering over the words and blushing the whole time
but it's not enough for him, he wants to shout it from the rooftops, show the world how much he loves you and appreciates you
he's had all this love bottled up for so long with no one deserving to give it to! let's just hope it comes out in a healthy way...
btaa
he's swooping in to your apartment very late at night
"it's only 11pm, it's still valentine's day mi amorrrrr"
look, he's very sorry that he wasn't able to spend the day with you, and that he's incredibly late to the dinner you had planned
but he's a busy little criminal, he has so many things to do AND he had to do it all by himself because he gave miss tuesday the day off so she could go on a date of her own and-
oh see! you've changed your mind now, no longer grumpy, because he was actually doing something kind for someone else
he really is a generous soul, emphasised by the fact that the reason he was late was because he was pulling off a perfect heist in a jewellery store uptown
so... did you save any leftovers for him? or is he going to have to return this beautiful ring/watch/necklace he bought you?
twojar
he's a curveball, like seriously give you whiplash kind of valentine's date
you think it's going to be a very standard evening, after all there you both are in black tie best, sipping expensive champagne, him talking about himself while you try hard not to stare at his tits
but when the meal is finished, he goes to pay in secret and then rushes you out into a car with tinted windows, and it's lucky he can get you so hot and flushed and eager that quickly, since it's not long before you arrive at the next spot
a strip club
which is? i mean not a traditional valentine's day date location, but it could be very hot
and he's booked one of the private rooms for you both, so at least you won't have to hide your blushing cheeks from the rest of the guests
but it becomes very obvious that there isn't a dancer coming to entertain you, and you worry that he expects you to get up there and put on a show, which would be a disaster because you haven't planned anything and-
"happy valentine's day"
ah. of course. why would the world's most self-absorbed man think you would want anything else for valentine's day than a private strip tease from him
and he's annoyingly very right in that assumption
btas
he absolutely does the most! and the most is often cheesy and dorky and therefor a million times more precious
the kind of guy who would buy you a rose for every day he's known you, regardless of how many days he has known you
the kind of guy who gets those little personalised lego figures made of you and him, or gets a plushie of him to give to you so he'll always be near you (and you know he's putting the personalised message in if he gets it from build a bear)
he knows your favourite starter, main and dessert are all from different restaurants, so he's made the reservations at all three with plenty of time for romantic rides in the back of cabs between each stop
it's important he has plenty of time to cover your neck with kisses, and for you to tell him how adorable he is
and then, because he is the cheesiest but in the best way, it's more than likely he'd use valentine's day as an excuse to propose to you, so he's down on one knee under the cloudy gotham night sky to ask you to marry him (and you're obviously not going to say no)
zero year
he doesn't do valentine's day, what a waste of time! he's nice enough to you the rest of the year, why should there be one day where he has to do something extra fo-
oh? oh! oh ok, if it means you have to do something for him too, then he's down for it
yes... that sounds like a wonderful excuse to get up to some mischief... (it's concerning how evil his little face looks when he's supposedly considering activities for the most romantic of holidays...)
although, why bother going out somewhere on a date, it's such a waste of time and effort
he has to keep his energy for more important things, and speaking of... he can think of very few ways to spend an evening that are better than taking you into the bedroom and sharing an exchange of giving for a few solid hours
no need to wear something nice, it's only going to get stripped off
no need to get him a gift, you'll be giving him plenty
and no need to eat something, he'll make sure you don't leave hungry, trust him
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Driverless vehicle technology will go mainstream in 2018, experts claim
The coming year will see driverless vehicle technology become part of everyday life in Britain, according to experts.
The sector has already seen a sharp acceleration in development over the past 12 months with the Government backing the technology in the last Budget – promising fully driverless cars on the roads within three years.
The first street trials have already been successfully completed by UK Autodrive, who worked with JLR, Tata and Ford to test vehicles on public roads in Coventry in the autumn.
In spring 2018 a fleet of up to 40 driverless pods will take to the walkways of Milton Keynes to enable passengers to complete the “last mile” of their journeys in the town.
A pool of volunteers will soon be selected to take part in the trials.
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The autonomous pods set to be used in Milton Keynes are going through final trials
However, there is an enormous challenge to overcome all the legal hurdles, insurance questions and physically changing the street furniture to accommodate the new technology in Milton Keynes, let alone other UK towns and cities.
Sky News was given access to some of the final testing of the Milton Keynes autonomous pods at the purpose-built research arena in Coventry run by manufacturer Aurrigo.
Engineering manager Nick Ridler described the deployment in the spring – the biggest autonomous vehicle project ever attempted in the UK – as a “huge step”.
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He told Sky News: “The year coming is the year of autonomy, it is going to hit the streets and people are going to aware of what we can offer and how we can improve lives.”
Guide Dogs for the Blind is one of many organisations working with the development of the vehicles to try to ensure manufacturers think of every road user and every possible scenario.
Aurrigo chief executive Dave Keene acknowledges that the public still needs to be convinced about driverless vehicles but is confident the technology will ultimately reduce the number of accidents and deaths on Britain’s roads.
“The guarantee is that we are spending hundreds and hundreds of man years of testing, we are doing thousands and thousands of tests every minute to prove categorically that these vehicles are safe,” he said.
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The “last mile” concept is, he believes, an achievable short-term goal.
Mr Keene said: “We have all had experience where we get to a train station and we say to a taxi driver, who may have queued for 30 minutes outside the station, I want to go to a location and he knows that is only 600m or a kilometre away – he doesn’t want to take you on that last mile and come back and queue up.
“That is the area where we are going to take over.”
A recent report forecast that the connected and automated vehicle technology sector could be worth up to £28bn to the UK economy by 2035.
The outcome of the 2018 pod project in Milton Keynes and other research ongoing around the UK will help determine whether those predictions are realistic.
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Stella Carrier Script Stories Law of Attraction Edition Script 35 and Memoirs of My Future Higher Self In A Heaven Afterlife Part Ten
Stella Carrier Script Stories Law of Attraction Edition Script 35 and Memoirs of My Future Higher Self In A Heaven Afterlife Part Ten
August 14, 2017
Stella Carrier Script Stories Law of Attraction Edition Script 35 and Memoirs of My Future Higher Self In A Heaven Afterlife Part Ten
Start time of beginning both script stories and future higher self; by somewhere between 142 pm to 143 pm
Completion time of the scripts and future higher self memoir by to 227 pm
I preface by making it clear that I am definitely not telling anybody how to live, Rather I am doing this for my own writing passions and spiritual creativity/spiritual evolution, as a healthy and constructive spiritual and creative art therapy outlet for the various dreams and desires that I discovered can be channeled into artistic writing therapy. Additionally, I am following both my intuition and logic in doing what I consider this activity to be fun/exciting as I have a strong instinctive feeling that this activity ties into my destiny andor life purpose in various ways that I may only fully understand after my current lifetime. Last but not least, this activity actually helps boost my spirits and allows me to practice my creativity and writing dreams in all areas of my life for both present and future.
Stella Carrier Script Stories Law of Attraction Edition Script 35
June 14, 2025
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I Stella Carrier am thrilled that I am able to celebrate my husband Rusty’s birthday by being able to treat him. It is the morning of June 14, 2025 my husband Rusty Ridler’s birthday and I Stella Carrier am able to travel and drive him around in a completely paid for mazda 3 car that I succeeded in buying completely paid for in cash by December 1, 2021. I Stella Carrier feel very blessed to treat my husband Rusty Ridler to a couple of his favorite outfits at a popular mall in the Washington D.C. area. Later on today, Rusty and I are headed to a mall that is popular with military, private sector, and government employees in Norfolk Virginia to get him some more clothes on his birthday. Fortunately, I Stella Carrier am now able to easily give Rusty both a 100 dollar gift certificate as well as purchase him some clothes because I now make over 3000 dollars a month after taxes. The time period is now June 14, 2025 and I Stella Carrier am also the blessed owner of a completely paid for home as I was able to purchase a completely paid for home in the Norfolk Virginia area by January 1, 2025. I am glad that I followed my intuition as various online sources are reporting that many Washington D.C. area transplants are coming to the area which is affecting the Cost of Living. I Stella Carrier am glad that I followed my intuition in relocating to the Norfolk Virginia area by 2020 while the cost of living was much lower. It is becoming so popular for Hampton Roads Virginia area residents such as myself to live in either Norfolk or Virginia Beach Virginia to where more Amtrak and Greyhound Bus departures to the Washington D.C. area are now more available as there are many people like myself who live out of the Hampton Roads Virginia area but still visit the Washington D.C. area at least once a month or at a minimum once every 3 months. However, fortunately I Stella Carrier have the time and resources for my husband and I to visit the Washington D.C. area at least once a month or more.
Memoirs of My Future Higher Self In A Heaven Afterlife Part Ten
November 8, 2300
Dear 36 year old Stella Carrier living on earth during your current incarnation. As your future higher self from this time period, I as your future higher self residing in the afterlife realms have so much to tell you but less than 10 minutes to tell you as I am scheduled to attend an advanced class that combines the ideas and implementation of intuition with how to teach both beginner and advanced intuition techniques with others. I as your future higher self am allowed to tell you that part of the reason why part of your life purpose involves becoming a seer with abilities gifted from the celestial realms that you must stay humble about is both to be considerate to both your supporters and critics but also because this life purpose continues on even after you transition to this earth plane.
A practical matter that I am allowed to communicate to you consists first of two parts;
You heard correctly in this entry series of what you have done right is to meditate earlier in the day. You are also going to have to do what I am about to instruct in the way of improving your writing
The first technique, within 12 hours or less from now make sure to properly credit two authors who inspired this idea which includes the following
A female spirit guide who was one of your psychic advisors over 400 years ago in Europe wants to impart the following scenario for your writing which you are going to have to write similar processes to this from now on; A female spirit named Opal Cage who works as what would be the modern day equivalent of a janitorial manager at a hybrid theme park modeled after the Great Wolf Lodge in Williamsburg Virginia and university less than 8 miles where you currently live has this message to pass on to her spirit guide to the female spirit guide I just mentioned;
Resume one of the stories that you started modeled after one of your late adoptive parents, as the more you write the more it is going to help more than you think even though you are aware of the public judgment it may bring you
Future Dream to occur by 2020 that I your future higher self want you to write down
You Stella Carrier are going to have a dream about one of the employers you reluctantly turned away today combined with what seems to be an unrelated movie dream to inspire one of your story ideas. I can tell that you took it as a positive compliment to be contacted by this employer based in a good neighborhood in the Washington D.C. area. The person you talked to believed you that the main thing that was stopping you from taking the tempting offer was that you wanted to stay at your current job while working the other job as a second job. I see your noble intentions in doing this but as your future higher self I just want to advise you to only apply to other jobs with the intent of working just one job but obviously hold off on applying to other jobs for at least 3-4 weeks to give your current job a chance. Why do I ask this; You are more capable and qualified than you think but one of your spirit guides explained to me that any person who comes from the heart to give you a job prefers someone who would do that job as a main job. I am not saying that you cannot do writing on the side or a side hustle. However, you admitting that you are looking to have a side job and keep your current job took you out of the running for a recent summertime job. My point; Despite what happened less than 10 days ago when you tried to refer yourself for therapy try to get yourself scheduled for an appointment as soon as possible to make sure that you are approaching both your personal and career goals self confidently. Your honesty about wanting to keep your current job with the person who called you about the job in a nearby neighborhood was understandable and as your future higher self it is more of my function to encourage you and be very selective when I veer into the territory of wrong or right. However, trust that you made the right decision for yourself and you are right to have taken it as a compliment that you were being considered for this job opportunity as you have experience in what you were being called about. However, to keep good karma, make sure to only apply for a job if you are willing to have it as your primary job. Yes, I understand that other people work two minimum wage jobs but you cannot compare yourself to other people in this regard as your life purpose involves you more or less working one job andor multiple side hustles (at least two even if it just volunteering and one side hustle). As your future higher self I must wrap this session for now to get to class but I send you much love until I communicate to you again.
ResourcesResourcesResourcesAffirmationsI mark a new beginning in the book of my life and wisely use the free time I have been giving to rest and tune even deeper into various aspects of my life-spiritual, athletic goals such as walking more, balancing my writing time with some online courses I have enrolled in etc.I am in the process of becoming more cool,level-headed, and wise when it comes to how I conduct myself around my current work colleagues and future coworkers as I am now logically and intuitively aware that some of them may follow me to where I may reside within 7 years from now or less regardless if I am a private sector andor a government/military worker/employee.
I am well provided for. I live in an abundant universe.
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Resources and Affirmatiohttp://www.fantasynamegenerators.com/destiny-awoken-names.php#.WXs611WGOcwns
My psychic abilities expand each day.I am creating heaven on earth.
I Call Upon What I Imagine To Be The Influence of Benevolent Spirits From the Heavenly Realms, my higher self, and my celestial spirit ally team for creativity in both my writings and all other areas of my life both present and futureAffirmations
I am creating heaven on earth.
I am learning to be in the right place at the right time at all times.
I am learning to live all areas of my life in alignment with my divine life purpose for both the present and future
My psychic/intuitive abilities, creativity/imaginative abilities, and my ability to tap into my wisdom are expanding each and every day.
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I am a healer through my words, thoughts, and deeds.
I am aware of the messages my guide is sending me.
I receive impressions from my soul and higher self.
I am magnetic to my higher good and it is magnetic to me.
My imagination becomes more powerful each dayimagination power quoteshttp://awakenthegreatnesswithin.com/50-inspirational-quotes-on-the-power-of-your-imagination/“Imagination should be used, not to escape reality, but to create it.” Colin Wilson“Your imagination is everything. It is the preview of life’s coming attractions.” Albert Einstein“Go confidently in the direction of your dreams, and live the life you have imagined.” Henry David Thoreau“Use your imagination to fly to a world of prosperity, abundance, and success.” ATGW“Reality can be beaten with enough imagination.” Mark Twain“Imagination creates reality.” Richard Wagner“True change takes place in the imagination.” Thomas Mooreimagination affirmations
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3rd Affirmation: Imagination “Recognizing the need for sound plans and ideas for the attainment of my desires. I will develop my imagination by calling upon it daily for help in the formation of my plans.” “Creative intuition opens the wellsprings within man, activates the inner light, and is free and limitless.”
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Beneficial ideas and solutions are now revealed to me from my imagination. I now discover beneficial ideas and solutions from my imagination.
My imagination overflows with great writing ideas.
I am so happy and grateful for the power I have with my imagination. I am a wonderful imaginative creator.
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https://www.inspiredabundance.com/affirmations/my-imagination-is-an-asset/
I invent a story. Creative writing exercises introduce me to new worlds and characters. My life becomes more interesting. I immerse myself in the arts. I find inspiration in paintings, sculptures, and music.
Today, I use my imagination to broaden my insights and experiences. I dream up new things and put them into action.
6 Financial Experts Dish the Dirt on What They Would Do With $10,000 by Alyssa Fischer
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Less than 25 minutes before coming across this Disney Facts article I planned on checking out a Disney documentary via Amazon this morning. This article also catches my attention because there was a time back in 2009 when I reluctantly admit that I moved myself and my sweet husband to Orlando Florida which we lived from April 2009 until I moved to where I now live in May 2010 and my husband followed me in June 2010. There are some positive moments from living there but both my husband and I mutually agree that we would only visit Orlando Florida again, not so much live there. I admit that back in 2009 I did apply for employment with Walt Disney World and even came close to getting a job there in December 2009 but I now would pass up on applying for employment to Walt Disney World again as my present and future career goals have changed. The hiring manager who interviewed me for one of the Walt Disney World jobs in December 2009 was polite and felt that I had both the personality demeanor and qualifications for one of the jobs I applied for but I did not have a car which in his defense he explained why the car was necessary. I prefer to avoid elaborating on what my present and future career plans are out of respect to my current employer. However, my husband and I have talked about visiting Walt Disney World again. We even talked of visiting Disney World in Orlando at least one more time during our current lifetimes.
32 Fun Disney Facts From a Former Cast Member
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In regards to this Yahoo and CNBC article-This Ceo was once hired by Google at 19-Here are the Skills She Says It Takes To Be Successful by Ali Montag-Falon Fatemi seems like a highly self confident person and I thought that it was nice of her to share all of her tips for becoming successful. I am getting better at executing all of the tips that she mentions but the one that I need the greatest work on is make connections. I admit that this is my own fault which is why I need to ensure that I do consistent volunteering. However, I can see why she said connections because there was a grade school cafeteria job that I was close to getting almost two years ago but there was only a short window to get a certain number of references when it came to my chance to go to the job fair that they had for school lunch ladies. However, I am glad that CNBC featured a helpful article such as this in order to help me understand food for thought on room for my improvement.This CEO was once hired by Google at 19—here are the skills she says it takes to be successful
https://finance.yahoo.com/m/2f377271-de2b-3b0f-ac85-597cb0d4f6fb/this-ceo-was-once-hired-by.html
This CEO was once hired by Google at 19—here are the skills she says it takes to be successful by Ali Montag
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What's a kink of each of the riddlers that you feel like you haven't really talked about?
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hooray, finally getting round to this one after the event!! it's a long one too oops... ok i am got INTO this. some of them i think i've mentioned before but i am so glad to put my silly little thoughts into more detail 💚
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minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: so many potentially triggering kinks here, cnc, piss, free use, roleplay, rough sex, violence, monster fucking, nude photography
dano
i have written about it a LOT but he definitely has a thing for cnc/rape play
and with him, it comes from a space of feeling like he's not good enough, and follows his life's trajectory of having to take things he wants rather than wait patiently for them to come to him
he wants to be in control of a situation, something he's never had before in any aspect of life
something that allows him to feel like he's in charge, that he's got the power
and at the same time, it's so emotionally fulfilling for him to be trusted by someone to that extent
to know a partner is willing to allow themselves to be so vulnerable around him, to get to be so close and intimate with someone
to feel like he's someone you have actively chosen to trust and let him take part in something like that
and to speak to him like an intelligent adult while you cover rules and boundaries and safe-words
that's so healing for him to experience, and it only amplifies his sweet and adoring behaviour outside of your more intense bedroom sessions
plus, any excuse to offer you the most satisfactorily sickeningly sweet aftercare, that's what he's really after
arkham
i play with this man like he's a fucking doll honestly there's not a kink i wouldn't give him, but allow me to delve into my most recent fixation
because i'm giving him a piss kink and no one can stop me
i don't think it's so much about the piss for him, more about the mess and the sense of control over someone's behaviours and habits
definitely about the embarrassment and humiliation
because the minute you let yourself go, the minute you're vulnerable standing or sitting in front of him
bound by his rules to not interrupt him for bathroom breaks
knowing that any mess you make is your own fault
that's when he gets his kicks
and the ability to chastise and degrade you for making a mess of yourself and having very little self-control is an added benefit
telling you how ashamed you should be, while you can see the smug smile on his face and the growing tent at the front of his stupid cargo pants
i don't think he'd piss in you or on you though. as messy as he is i think even he knows standards of good practice when it comes to germs and such
(he's filthy, yes, but very picky over certain textures and substances, it's the autism)
plus the act of him defiling you would be too much, since this idiot harbours intense feelings of admiration and respect that he's too scared or embarrassed to admit to
gotham
i don't think i've gone into too much detail about his medical fetish, but he definitely has one
i mean, i did write that thing on the autopsy table... but anyway!
definitely veering towards the experimental side of medical roleplay
he'll get all of the correct gear on, nothing inherently sexual about it unless you're into that kind of thing
protective gear though, a smock, rubber gloves, maybe a mask
and you'll be expected to be fully nude, all of you exposed to him so that he can test the limits of each part of you
see how every square inch of your skin reacts to his touch
or to his various 'tools' that he's got, sterilised and prepared to work on you
there's no medical benefits to this, he's not aiming to fix you
but he is definitely good at making you feel much, much better than you did before you were laid down on his table
teased, torturous edging, new experiences and toys
until you're a shuddering mess, ready to be eased up for some aftercare before he cleans up for your next appointment
his desire to study you, to see what makes you tick and what makes you make the sweetest sounds is what motivates him here
and he will take rigorous and extensive notes during and afterwards
and then study them in his down time (or alone time)
telltale
corruption, for sure. like his whole personality revolves around being the best and greatest manipulator and schemer that ever was
so corrupting your innocence, real or roleplayed, gives him everything he wants from a sexual encounter
and in a relationship
it's not like he's 24/7 on with the whole "i am your master" thing
but it leeches into everyday life easily enough when you spend a lot of time in his company
any roleplay scenario where he can play an authoritative character while you are a weaker, more innocent position works for him
professor and student, master and servant, he's not beyond playing god and having you pretend to be a nun either, and there are more taboo pairings he's willing to try
there's often elements of bondage, dominance, spirit breaking, orgasm control
anything where he has the higher ground
and he can teach you and show you new and exciting, or scary, things
having you beg to show him the correct ways, to educate you, to give you a new experience, to touch you in a way no one else has
that's what gets him off for sure
twojar
100% is into breeding, and definitely barebacking
the idea of fucking you completely raw (pending your health checks. he's completely clean and fine, but you on the other hand... he needs the documents)
that's what he's most into, especially if he can incorporate some other kinks into the foreplay or actual sex
and then have the grand finale be painting your insides with his cum, letting you feel the warmth of him
but it has to end with you under him, whichever position you prefer the most he's not fussy
with his cock buried deep inside of you
cumming inside of you and holding himself there, keeping you pinned to him
thrusting a couple more times for good measure so he can be sure he's pumped his seed as deep as it can go
and holding you afterwards, telling you how good you took him
his perfect little breeding stock, his sweet little cumdump
filled up and ready to bear the fruits of his labour
btaa
there is no doubt in my mind that every waking minute that he isn't spending on schemes or building his little gadgets
is spent playing fantasy roleplay games, of any kind, on any platform, alone or in groups
he's a huge nerd! it's one of those things that he'll never outlive, once a big dweeb, always a big dweeb
so a big thing for him is roleplay, and specifically, roleplay where he can involve some monster fucking
he can either play the hero, slaying the beast and then saving the girl, who promptly rewards him with herself to use
or being the hero who sets out to defeat the creature and instead ends up fucking it
or let him be the monster and he'll show you how monstrous he could really be
as long as it involves preparation, dramatic reactions, practice and rehearsing, preferably a script with some room for improv
and, of course, the most extravagant and detailed costumes (accurate to the scenario or time period, obviously)
then he will be a very happy, and satisfied, boy
zero year
i haven't really talked about this but it's a huge one for me personally with him
but i think he's a big fan of free use obviously like he just screams it
loves nothing more than a sort of semi-permanent situation where you spend days completely naked and at his mercy
and add a bit of roleplay into it, maybe you're his live-in housekeeper
cleaning for him, cooking for him, washing him, feeding him
and whenever he feels like it, he can stick his dick in you
but you can't react to him unless he gives you permission
you gotta stand there, kneel there, sit there, lay there while he fucks you without making any sounds
and comitting to whatever task you were in the middle of when he decided to start going at you
i just think it would absolutely send him to the moon to know that when you're walking around naked, bending over in front of him
hanging on his every word and obeying his every command
he could also just decide to press his cock inside of you nonchalantly
unburied
he's literally devoutly into cuckoldery, but he's the bull
imagine watching your partner get railed by some ineffectual dweeb with a penchant for riddles
knowing that he's giving it to them with all he's got, making them scream in pleasure and shout out his name
making eye contact with him at some point
and having him wink at you? stick his tongue out? give you some finger guns?
all with the most smug, self-satisfied grin you've ever seen on a human being
and then to top it off, he's calling out sex-themed riddles?
and laughing at you when you don't get them right?
that's not something you can come back from
that changes someone, on several deep levels
and truthfully, that's the part that he likes the most
the emotional scarring on your ego, and the little stroke his gets
knowing he's so annoying that he's unforgettable, which would be the biggest crime to him
btas
i have these ideas about him that always revolve around something artsy or classy
and while i think he would be into some dorky roleplay (he's definitely pretending to be a minotaur, sorry)
i do, selfishly i suppose, think that he would be into body worshipping
specifically in the form of erotic photography
he'd be keen to take pictures of you, in poses, costumes, scenarios, roleplays
directing you, encouraging you, watching you loosen up and let yourself go
whatever you were comfortable with, that's key here
and he'd cherish seeing your face afterwards when he showed you the final products
knowing he'd captured everything about you that he loves and finds attractive
pictures that he'll keep if you want, or destroy
it doesn't matter to him in the end really
he takes them because he thinks of you as his muse, the act of photographing you, of being allowed the vulnerability
to create with you in mind
that's what he finds most erotic and exciting and ultimately, an expression of his love and adoration for you
young justice
if you managed to get him to find the courage to admit to it, you'd learn his favourite thing is uh...
well... just because it plays into his... awkwardness, and shyness, and inexperience...
just... it makes sense that he has a virginity kink
but interestingly, it goes both ways
while he's so keen to have you show him the moves, and pretend to be inducting him into your little black book
teaching him how to touch you or how to move his hips
he's equally interested in switching the roles up a bit
it's a challenge for him, sure, but he's the riddler! there's no challenge he can't live up to
even if that means weeks of practice and lessons with an acting coach to get past the initial nerves
it would all be worth it to pretend that he was confident, dominant, and knew what he was doing
that and the satisfaction of taking something from you, something important
the honour in knowing he's your first (or at least pretending)
and the lasting impression he might have on you for that
that's the kind of idea that has him rutting into you like a fuckin beast
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To Use And Abuse
Dano!Riddler x Female!Reader, word count: 2k
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minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: humiliation/degradation, dubcon if you consider the fact he broke in, public sex/streamed sex
The notification lit up your phone. You hadn’t quite been aware of how dark it had become around you as you stared blankly at your TV until the sudden flash temporarily blinded you. But you could forgive the brief headache it caused when you saw what the notification was for. The two words that were sure to make your evening, regardless of what the day had been like, what your plans were, or where you were when they flashed up on the screen.
Incoming Stream
Luckily, you weren’t exactly the most social these days. It was hard to keep up with friends, or even make any, in Gotham. And those that you could get close to were always the first ones to leave. If you were lucky. Otherwise, it was a never-ending succession of funerals, where you were so numbed by constant grief that it was impossible to cry. No friends, Gotham had taken them from you. But luckily, one man was seeking revenge on your behalf. On everyone’s behalf, actually.
Shifting from your sofa to the second-hand and cluttered desk in the corner of your studio apartment, you set yourself up on the kitchen chair that you used for work. You could feel your heart rate rising as you waited for your shitty laptop to come to life, the browser already opening on the login page for the stream you were so excited for. And after a few moments of darkness, there he was. Dimly lit, covered in his mask and glasses. Commanding your attention. The Riddler.
A moniker he had only come up with the week before, it suited him so well. Gotham’s newest vigilante, a man who worked in puzzles and hints, a man who was a problem solver, not one who created them.
Giddy with almost schoolgirl glee, you leaned your elbows on the desk, your chin in your hands, and sighed as you stared at the screen. You were enthralled by him. In love with him really, or whatever was closest to love that you could experience with a stranger through a monitor. So much so that you could picture yourself, filtered in rose hue, a delicate glissando playing from nowhere as you drew a heart around his face with your finger. It felt like a sickeningly sweet moment from a romcom each time you were graced with the honour of listening to one of his sermons. All you wanted was to offer him your adoration and praise.
So, as you did each week, you began to type your feelings into the chat.
Your sermons mean so much to me. You’re truly like a preacher. You speak the good word. There is no God, there is no Gotham, only The Riddler. I worship you. I want to praise you at your feet. You’re our saviour.
Was it overkill? Maybe. But you were desperate for his attention. And not once had he ever given it to you. Others had been given a shout out when they had something to input, but your zealous and continued support and love were overlooked. It was becoming disheartening, but you were far from giving up. If anything, it only made you want him more.
And you knew how ridiculous that was, but far be it from you to care. Not now, not after months of dedicated lust and desire. Even after the stream had ended, you stayed on the site, staring at the empty, black screen. You could make out your reflection. Pathetic, desperate, delusional maybe. Scrolling through the chat, you scowled at the accolades and compliments that were delivered to everyone but you over the course of the brief time that he had been on the screen.
Eventually, you decided to close the tab, instead reverting to your second favourite hobby of scouring through articles about him. His exploits, so much speculation about his identity and his meaning, his future and the potential behind him, comparisons between him and the Batman. So few pictures of him outside of some lazy screencaps. But you were happy to stare at them for hours. You had, in fact. By the time you looked at the clock at the bottom of the screen, two hours had passed.
Reaching up to stretch, mindful of your horrid posture, you were caught on the inhale of a yawn as two hands reached around you. One clamped your mouth, stifling a quick to form scream, the other pressed tight to your sternum, keeping you still.
“You’re shorter than I imagined. Exactly as pathetic as I thought though. Your living arrangements almost make mine seem pleasant.”
You recognised his voice instantly, your ears and brain immediately catching on, your heart following quickly behind as its pace quickened, blood pumping vigorously, pulse insane, breath shallow and ragged.
“Oh my god… is it really you?”
He let out a soft giggle, his fingers tensing where they held you.
“You tell me, sweetie.”
Letting go of you finally, he watched as you sank into the chair and fell to the floor, clumsily pulling yourself up to stand in front of him. You couldn’t tell what his expression was below the mask, but you could only imagine it was a cruel grin from the way his eyes lit up behind his glasses.
“How… How did you… my door was locked… There was no information on my account… Everything was behind so many layers of security.”
“Oh-ho-ho! You silly thing. Did you not realise I’d find you?”
“How… How did-”
“Because I’m not a fucking idiot! That’s how. Did you really think you were protected by your pathetic security measures? That site was my kingdom!”
His voice flitted from the tones of anger to a lilting tune, as he delivered the next words in a taunting singsong, wagging his finger with the tempo of the tune.
“And I know everything that goes on in there.”
As you stuttered over confusion, trying to decide if you were more scared or more excited that the object of your obsessive desires was in front of you, he shook his head and sighed.
“Not quite the welcome I expected, a bit of a let-down like everything else in this world. I thought you said you wanted me here?”
He was stifling a giggle, his voice pitched high and strung with giddy glee.
“You do want me here, right? You weren’t lying? Because, heh…” the brief pause that he took to scoff, a derisive laughter that seemed to come from a place of sincere contempt, had you trembling slightly. Whether with anticipation, excitement or genuine terror you couldn’t be sure. Likely all three.
“…you know how I feel about liars!”
The sharp increase in volume was unexpected, but it was the way that he grabbed your waist and pushed you against the wall that made you choke on your breath. The gasp brought sharp and freezing cold air into your throat, not quite reaching your lungs. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, a deep heat spreading through your abdomen, a distinct throb in your clit as you fought the urge to toss your head back and beg him to take you there and then.
Staring back at him, his eyes glinting, the only part of his face you could make out, you bit at your lip. Hidden behind the thick material was a hidden stranger, someone you might never know. He could be anyone, and the thrill of mystery had you salivating. You instinctively leaned into it. He was so unpredictable, committed to danger. There was no telling how wrong this could go if you displayed your desire to submit to him. But you couldn’t help yourself.
“I-I’m not lying… I do want you here. I’m glad you’re here!”
Taking note of the tone in your voice, he felt his heart flutter. You weren’t lying, you were sincere. And you were his for the taking, as evidenced by how desperate you looked, how wide your pupils were, the way your chest heaved, back arching against the wall towards him.
“Then show me.”
His leather-gloved hands were on your shoulders, pushing you to your knees, and you followed easily putting up no fight. Once you were on the ground, you stared up at him expectantly, ready to obey his next command.
“Bow down then, worship me.”
As you slowly lowered yourself to the ground, you felt the sudden pressure of his weight between your shoulders. He pushed you down further, your chest and stomach flush with the ground, his heavy boot refusing to let up.
“Lick them.”
You looked up at him, expecting to meet his eye, the view blocked instead by his cell phone which pointed down at you. It was difficult to avoid the lens as it focused on you, recording your sudden flushed cheeks and trembling lip.
“Show them all how great you think I am. Lick my boots, that’s what you’re all about, huh?”
He watched you staying there, completely still, clearly in need of some more encouragement.
“Or are you suddenly so shy?”
He raised an eyebrow and tilted his head, straining his ear towards you, placing a hand behind it dramatically.
“Hm? I can’t hear you, little princess. Speak up. Or start licking.”
Still unsure of what to do, your mind telling you to hold off a moment longer, your body trying to follow his demands with foolish zeal, your hesitation brought out a softer side of him. With the camera of his phone still pointed directly at you, he lowered himself briefly to you. His gloved hand brushed your dark bangs away from your face briefly, his wide eyes fixed on yours as he thumbed your cheek. And his voice was surprisingly gentle and cooing, in contrast to the sickening words that it spoke.
“Don’t embarrass yourself in front of the stream. I’m sure they already think you’re a pathetic little slut, you don’t want them to think you’re an idiot too. Or are you? Are you just a stupid girl whose desperate cunt gets hot and wet and throbs at the first sign of a man who takes action?”
You could feel yourself nodding, agreeing with him despite your own morals and ethics shouting against it.
“Well, that’s good news then! Be the stupid little bitch you are and start. Licking. My. Boots.”
You looked directly into the lens of the camera before lowering yourself, determined to give them a show. Committed to letting everyone, not just the Riddler, know how keen you were to please him. And staring into his eyes, you pressed your tongue out, mouth wide and ready. And finally, you let the tip flick over the toe of his boots. A sensation he surely wouldn’t have felt through the thick material, but which made him throw his head back with a sigh regardless.
With a moan, you covered more of the surface area in your saliva, satisfied, body aching with want as you listened to his breath hitch. It stopped suddenly though, his head lowering back down to catch your eyes, his hand on the back of your head, pulling you up.
“See? That’s all you’re good for, isn’t it?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl. That’s a good, stupid, pathetic girl. And who do you worship? Who do you belong to?”
“You, sir.”
As you nodded, he mimicked you, his nods more frantic, almost cruel in the way he seemed to be mocking you. Soothing over your cheek with his hand before slapping it twice, you could see the edges of his mask shift as he smiled wide.
“What a good little bitch you are.”
Hooking his thumb over your bottom lip, he felt his chest hitch as you began sucking it. Clearly well trained, even if he had no part in it. There was a lot to you that he was keen to explore, physically and mentally. There was every chance that you would make the perfect subservient captive, a plaything to relieve his stress at the end of a busy day of his own brand of vigilante justice. His disgusting, pathetic slut. His to use and abuse. And you’d probably thank him for it. The thought of which sent a twitch through his cock, which had begun to harden the minute you had opened your whorish mouth and done exactly as he’d commanded. If only the rest of Gotham would bend to his will so easily.
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Hello! Totally not personal ask here, haha.
How do you think Arkham Riddler (or/any other riddler) would react to reader being a people pleaser?
Like they will do things that said they wouldn't do just because someone asked them to do, or that they will go way out of their way to do things that will make The riddler less stressed or angry.
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ok don't be so cute you are too nice thank you ;-; ALSO hello??? i can't believe that i, a people pleaser, have not considered this yet lmao 💚
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btas
i think more than anything, he's have a few choice words for you, a bit of advice he'd like you to consider very seriously
because he's been in a position where his desire to please only led to him being used and mistreated
granted he was trying, most of all, to please himself, but the realisation that others were using it to their advantage with no consideration for him? it hurt
so he's convincing you to be wary of your tendencies, and reassuring you that he would never take advantage of your kindness
young justice
he'd be surprised that someone was so willing to do anything for him that it would definitely knock him back a little bit at first, but i think he'd settle into it pretty easily
of course he's still going to approach you with his eyes trained to the ground, shuffling his feet, and muttering in a hushed voice
but every day he'll get a little bit better at asking you to do things for him, and it won't be long before you're being surprised by just how intimate his requests become...
dano
it's strange how easily he's found he can charm people, given how much time he spent being overlooked and pushed around
and while you're maybe not the first to be lining up to buy matching military surplus boots and a mask, you're still more than happy to help him achieve his goals, even if they don't happen to align with your own morals
because who could say no to that stupid little face when he's got his wet eyes on and is asking you to help him torture someone to death? ;-;
gotham
it's people pleaser vs people pleaser, who will win?
i mean obviously poor sweet edward will, because as he's determined to make you happy
the back and forth between you both, doing your good deeds, owing and returning favours, offering any kind of assistance at any time, is a little bit ridiculous
but it means you're both living an existence that's almost devoid of any bother, living in complete and equal bliss, the true comfort for people pleasures
arkham
this isn't so much something he reacts to as much as it is something he expects from anyone who comes into contact with him in any way
if you're not there to serve him with undying and unquestioning devotion then what's even the point?
so your natural habit of bending to someone's will just to make sure they're comfortable will come in handy
especially if you're able to provide some well-deserved (and needed) stress relief before he gets to the point where he has to demand it from you
unburied
people pleasing goes well with his desire to be pleased constantly
to know that the minute he whines or looks even slightly sad that you're going to come running to him, pillows in hand, glass of freshly squeezed juice with ice, his favourite blanket, wearing that underwear he likes
he's a princess, well and truly, and it's a requirement he be treated this way
so the moment he finds out you're a bit of a people pleaser, to a fault some might say, he's using it to his advantage
telltale
what a terrible weakness for someone to have, and worst of all, you let the wrong man know about it
or are you so deeply entrenched in your compulsive need to make those you adore happy that you would knowingly put yourself at risk just to make sure he knew you were there for him, to do anything he asked of you?
either way, it's less people pleasing now, more "servant" because if he can get you to do his bidding with nothing more than a smile and a snap of his fingers, then he's not giving you up easily
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To Use And Abuse: Part 2
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“You want to do good for me, don’t you? Show me that you’re not just a waste of breath? You want to be my good girl, yes?”
You nodded, desperately, frantically, almost giving yourself a headache with how fervently you were trying to show your desire to be everything Eddie wanted, no, expected you to be. On your knees, before him, below him, willing to do whatever he wanted.
“You’re not just tits and a pretty face, attached to a vacuous, useless bitch, are you?”
This time, you shook violently, closing your eyes and pressing your lips into a seductive, innocent pout as you did so. He noticed it, quickly bringing his hand to your chin to hold it in place as he rubbed his thumb over the thick, cushion of your plump, bottom lip.
“Good. I’ll still need you to prove that to me though. I need to trust you. I need you to be worth the effort I’m putting in. I need you to be better than you are, ok? Can you do that for me? Can you?”
The intensity behind his eyes, the desperation to hear what he wanted to hear, shone through you, piercing you, scaring you. Your voice was muffled slightly as you replied to him, unable to open your jaw or lips properly to enunciate out of fear of disturbing the position he kept on you.
“Of course, Eddie.”
“Ok… that’s good. Because I would just die if you weren’t. And so would you. Both of us, free of the shame you’d cause us.”
You swallowed the sudden flood of nervous saliva that choked you, begging your throat to open and clear, silently. But Eddie heard the hitched sound of your breath, the almost imperceptible gulp, and sank to his knees in front of you, now at eye level with you.
“Oh, oh no, no-no-no. It’s not a sad thing. Don’t be worried. You promised you’d be good. You promised you’d bet better. So you don’t have anything to worry about, surely?”
There was always a risk with Eddie though. At least that’s what you had gathered, from the minimal information you actually knew about him, and whatever amount of that was actually true and not just a removable facet of his persona that came off with the mask. Regardless, you were still dead set on proving your worth, of being allowed to follow him, and to thank him, grovelling on your knees at his feet, for the opportunity to worship him.
When you nodded slowly, affirming his assumptions, clarifying that neither of them had anything to worry about, he patted your head. It was patronising, and a little rough, but you could feel your cheeks and the tips of your ears reddening, blushing and suppressing a giggle as you relished the attention.
“Well then, I have something to show you. Come see.”
Eddie walked over to his desk, the excitement, the childish glee so obvious on his face. In your short time with him, you had realised that perhaps more than anything else, all he wanted was someone to listen to him. So you had become his primary audience for all of his intellectual prowess and his various, intricate and impressive schemes. Although you suspected you were only the primary audience for now. He had big things coming, he kept telling you so.
You stood up on shaking legs, taking a few steps before you looked back to see how far the restraint would let you go. It was curious, the fact that he’d chained you up. He knew you had come of your own accord. He knew that you were aware of who he was. And surely, by now, he was aware of your predisposition to his cruelty. Yet, out of his own fear of abandonment, likely, he had to make sure you wouldn’t leave him. You managed to make it to his desk, the leather collar around your neck only slightly pushing on your throat as you strained to see the papers he had sprawled over the surface on the side furthest from you, his handwriting, crazed notes, sketched with a strong and pressured hand. It was impossible to make out what he had been writing, but you knew he would be explaining it to you.
He began his lecture by tapping the top of a metal cage with tubes protruding from the sides in a bid to gain your complete attention, though they both knew he already commanded it.
“I’ll explain all of this very slowly for you, just as I have before, just as I will again, no doubt. I wouldn’t want it to go over your beautiful, empty head. I am going to destroy this city, starting with several key people I intend to make an example of. You will serve as my assistant. My little… slave seems a not very nice word, but you’ll be doing as I ask, when I ask. You’ll hurt people for me. You’ll lie to people for me. You’ll do anything for me, isn’t that right?”
You nodded again, eyes wide, pupils blown as you considered what ‘anything’ might entail.
“Of course you will, because you’re such a pathetic little bitch. So desperate for approval, hm?”
Eddie stood forward, his face close to your, eyes boring into your own.
“You have nothing else. No one would give you anything. But I will, sweety. I’ll give you more than anyone else would. You’re nothing, but to me, you could be something. Doesn’t that sound nice?”
He brought his hand to your cheek, soothing it with his thumb and offering you a cruel pout, mocking you as he continued.
“Because everyone else can see how useless you are. How weird, how pathetic. No self-esteem, and why would you have any? No friends, no life. I can give you that. But you have to give me something in return, ok?”
Your head was swimming. He was so right about you. Your loneliness, your lack of direction, of purpose. He knew you so well, like they really were soulmates, just as you had assumed each time you watched him on screen, frothing and spitting his truths as you ran your fingers over the front of your dampening underwear.
And now, hours upon hours of him breaking you down to your smallest core, every facet of your being scrutinised and mocked. Just what you had expected from him. What you would have wished for, if that was worth anything. There was almost nothing left of you, of who you were before you stumbled clumsily into his life, out from behind the screen and kneeling before him. You were another of his tools. Serving him, some semblance of use, a need for you, something that made you someone finally. And to the only person who really mattered in your mind.
Eddie stepped around you, stopping when his body was directly at your rear. Muscles tense. Stiff. His pants, tented from arousal at the heinous thoughts that constantly found themselves dancing through his mind. Difficult to concentrate on anything but his desire to ruin you, to make you submit to him, make you weak, make you his.
With a swift yank, brutal and unapologetic, he pulled down your shorts and pants, fumbling to drag them down your thighs until they were laying on the floor at your ankles. You positioned yourself against the desk, letting your arms take most of your weight as you bent over, ass in the air, hoping you looked good enough for him, welcoming, inviting.
“You’re mine, cutie. I hate to hammer the point home so often, but you are. And I hope I’ll eventually feel like I can trust you. Maybe we can even take that collar off you’re pretty neck. But only once I know you’ll stay.”
His voice trembled. The countless words he’d thrown your way, the way they wormed their way into the fabric of your being, replacing your own opinions with his, rewiring you, reprogramming you, to be obedient and devout, still not believing them himself.
“And to prove you won’t leave, to make sure you’re mine… you’ll take me, raw. I’ll trap you with me one way or another. So you can’t leave. We’re family, you’re my family. We stick together. We’ll do this together.”
Even you could admit at this point that these were the ramblings of a man far gone. But you were in too deep now. Somewhere, at the very back of your mind, there was a lingering thread of conscience. A tiny voice screaming at you to evaluate this, to consider the consequences. To think about what he was asking from you. But you were too far gone. There was a louder, stronger desire to do exactly what Eddie wanted. He was right, you believed that. He was just, his word was gospel, and you were willing to take it as such. With blood on your hands and a guilty conscience, you would make him happy. And he’d love you even more for it.
You braced yourself, biting your lip so as not to whine as he rubbed the head of his bare cock against your slit, lubing himself up with your collected slick. Pushing past your folds, he watched, tongue out in concentration, as each inch of him disappeared within you, encompassed in your desperate warmth as you welcomed him. Afraid of the tenderness in the moment, Eddie felt the need to correct it, bringing his hand down against your ass. The smack rang out, echoed by your soft, sharp squeal. He delighted in the noise you made, his palm cracking against your skin again and again, relishing in the way you tried to keep your whines in, overcome by your lust, your disgusting arousal at the way he dished out your punishment.
“You disgust me. But it’s ok. We can fix you. I can fix you. You want that, don’t you?”
He reached to you, caressing your cheek, the gesture confusing, warm but patronising, firm enough to instil the seriousness of your new situation in your mind, ensuring no misbehaviour. Not that you intended to put a foot out of line. You would never risk this, your new life. He slapped at your face, the first one shocking, but gentle, the second one stiff enough to bring heat to the skin, warming you as you blushed in embarrassment, ashamed of how much wetter you were, how thankful for his vicious nature you had become.
“Yes, I want that. Please, Eddie. Please.”
“We’re going to change things together. You and I. Against them all. You’ll do exactly as I say, and you’ll do it happily, and thankfully…”
He reached towards your throat, gripping it tight, relishing the way the tendons pulsed against his palm as he increased the pressure, cutting off your oxygen and feeling no sign of struggle beneath him.
“… and with that desperate little cunt of yours wet and willing.”
Eddie let go of your throat, fumbling around in the drawer of the desk, finally landing his hands on what he was looking for. His mask. Bringing it up to his head, he pulled it over his face, his breath muffled against the tight fabric. He thrust upwards into you, paying very little attention to the whimpers of pain as he rutted deep, stuffing his length within your walls, your sounds of pleasure and winces of fear unheard under his own loud and ferocious grunts.
“Tell me… what you’ll do…”
“Anything, Eddie.”
“Tell me… tell me who we’ll show…”
“Everyone.”
He bit his lip, almost to the point of drawing blood, trying to stifle his own pathetic whimpers as he felt himself losing control, his seed spilling warm, thick, in copious amounts within you. As he caught his breath, he made one final effort to assert his dominance. A patronising slap to the cheek once more, pulling out quickly and letting you falter, your legs weak and trembling, holding yourself up by your arms and will alone.
“Good girl. We’ll show everyone. Together.”
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12 Days of Kinkmas • Day 9: Exhibitionism - Dano!Riddler x GN!Reader
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It was a festive miracle that you’d managed to convince Edward to join you at the New Year’s party of the guy in your desk cluster. He hadn’t technically been invited, but you were given a plus one, and you were determined to prove to the others in the office that he was worth inviting. He could be sweet, and he was interesting, they just needed to see him in the right light.
And Eddie of course had agreed. It was absolutely no secret to you, regardless of how well he thought he hid it, that he had a little crush on you. You were always catching him staring at you, always finding him right behind you with exactly what you needed, be it a pen or a coffee or some friendly advice. He didn’t speak to anyone else like that. He didn’t speak to them at all.
His sweet personality, and the intriguing secrecy that seemed to run beneath it, had captivated you. You’d developed your own crush. But, given how shy he was, he had rejected every other offer from you to hang out. This, however, was less pressure. This was a party with everyone you both worked with. It wasn’t one on one. There was nothing he could mess up. So, he had reluctantly decided that it might be a nice idea.
Entirely unaware of your ulterior motives, Eddie had stayed standing next to you as the TV was turned to one of the many channels showing the big countdown. He hadn’t flinched, not quite realising, when you turned to him as you reached the number four, looking into his eyes as you counted down the remaining three seconds together. And when you leaned in to kiss him as the clock struck midnight, you were pleased to find he didn’t pull away.
But finally having him in your grasps had awoken something in you. It was either that or the champagne you had been drinking since 10pm. Either way, finally getting what you wanted only spurred you on, and you found yourself deepening the kiss even after everyone else had left their partners and had continued dancing and talking.
It felt like it was just you and Eddie there, close to the corner of the room. Emboldened by the success of your plan, you grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him closer, holding him there, as your other hand drifted from his waist to his hip, and then quickly moved to the front of his pants. Palming at his cock, you were surprised to feel that he was already stiffening, and as you looked up at him with a smile, he began to stutter, his cheeks a bright shade of red.
“It’s ok, Eddie…”
You unzipped his pants slowly, reaching your hand inside of them and feeling his warm length against your palm.
“… no one will know… it’s so loud in here, and so dark…”
He gulped loudly, swallowing his nerves, his eyes rolling back as you pulled his cock free of his pants and began to stroke it, holding him close to you to offer some semblance of privacy.
“A-are you… sure you uh, want to do this? With me?”
You pressed your lips to his neck, letting your tongue flick over his skin, feeling a dribble of precum on his tip as you ran your thumb over the head.
“Of course, Eddie. I’m going to start this year as I plan to finish it.”
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12 Days of Kinkmas • Day 7: Voyeurism - Dano!Riddler x GN!Reader
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The way the christmas lights twinkled around the window frame offered Edward the smallest semblance of festive cheer. Usually, the holidays only served to remind him of everything he had never had. But this year, he did have something. He had you. And that was really getting him into the spirit of things.
With his palms clutching the window sill, he carefully eased himself up slightly, looking over the edge of the frame and into your bedroom. He watched you carry the presents you had bee wrapping and hide them in your closet, sighing in pathetic melancholy and wishing they were for him. He could pretend though, and the daydream waarmed him, even as he crouched in the freezing cold.
It was enough to have him humming Christmas songs to himself, finding himself in a good enough mood to recite the ones they were allowed to sing in the choir for fun, when he was young and still hopeful.
"He's making a list, checking it twice..."
Eddie hummed dreamily, eyes widening as you removed the sweatpants you were wearing and stepped around the room in your underwear. He was glad that he took the time out of his busy schedule to spend time with you.
"Gonna find out who's naughty or nice..."
His research into the corruption within the GCPD, the interconnecting web between those in charge, those elected, those employed, those who wormed their way in, had only shown him that there was so much more to this. So much evil beneath the surface. But you were the beacon of hope he clung to. This act, banal, perhaps, in comparison to the important work he usually did at night, his own brand of vigilantism, reminded him of why he sought out the bad. It was to protect the good.
The naughty and the nice.
He smiled, only briefly, before catching himself in his lovesick stupor and ducking as you passed by the window on your way into bed. As he watched you he considered how terrifying it must be, for all of the people who weren't him or the Batman. He had been scared before, but now he knew how to fix it. An eventually, he might find the confidence to let you in on that little secret, but for now, standing watch while you slept comfortably would be enough.
"He sees you when you're sleeping..."
Eddie could spend all night out here. He didn't mind the rain. He was sheltered by the overhang of the roof, alone with his thoughts, time to reflect as he stayed by your side.
"He knows when you're awake..."
And once you were awake, he would leave without a trace and get back home for some rest before spending the rest of his weekend dutifully giving himself to the cause.
"He knows if you've been bad or good..."
A thought lingered in the back of his mind though, gnawing away at him like his rats' teeth against the bars of their cages. Chewing at the happiness he felt.
Who were those gifts for?
Who did you love?
And why wasn't it him?
"So be good for goodness' sake..."
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Devout
Dano!Riddler x Female!Reader, word count: 4k
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The apartment was dark, almost pitch black except for the glow of the light from the laptop screen, the small yellow glow from the bulb above the stove, and the pervasive shine of the streets below that came in through the half-opened curtains. In the lonely silence, everything echoed. The clock on the wall, the rats beneath the floorboards, the shifting and fidgeting of Eddie as he tried to comfort himself in the darkness and quiet. Usually, that felt safe, familiar. He’d spent so long with you in his life now, though, that you were what was familiar. You were his safe space. You were light, and even though you were soft and quiet, you had a sound to you. Like an aura, a soft glowing sound. And it made it all the more noticeable when you were gone. Leaving him there in the pitch black of his own painful memories, his isolation compounded by his thoughts and perpetual misery. He hated when you were gone.
And you had been gone for so long already.
Eddie was getting irritated with himself. The constant jittering, the tapping of his pen on the desk, the way his fingers now ached where he’d bitten the nail down too far. He was so angry, and so stressed. Nervous, too. It was strange, to worry this much about other people, especially since he’d focused all of his efforts in his life up to that point in pushing others out and away. It was far too emotionally taxing to care for the other orphans, the other down and outs, the other humans in the rat race. Making them seem human made it easy to have empathy, sympathy. And he needed to feel neither of those in order to achieve his goals.
But with you it was different. He needed you around, his body ached for you when you weren’t close to him. Years, decades, of solitude, fortifying his mind and soul against loneliness, had been entirely fruitful from the second you came into his life. Because now, he couldn’t stand to be apart from you, not even for a second.
Shunning all privacy was nothing to him, really. He went to the bathroom with the door open now, as did you. He sat on the tiled floor while you bathed, and when he was showering, he shouted conversations to you. When you went to work, he came with you. He had all but forgotten his own job recently, pretending to work from home most of the time, instead focusing on the more important tasks at hand.
In a way, he felt like you were the same person. A singular entity. It probably wasn’t healthy, but he chose not to dwell on that too much. Instead, he focused on what a joy it was to finally have someone that he wanted to spend time with, and who equally wanted to spend time with him. It was a rarity to find a kindred spirit, a soul mate. And before he met you, he hadn’t even really believed that those things existed. But there you were, beside him, all the time. Willingly!
Being apart from you, though, was made all the more difficult because of the way he had begun to think of you two as inseparable, as necessary to each other’s happiness and survival. If he didn’t think it would be weird to say out loud, especially with his recent actions and the furthering of his criminal endeavours, he would express to you how deeply he wanted to know you, to be with you. That he would like to be inside of you, all the time, to feel like he was wearing you. But that was creepy, even he knew that. When that thought had popped into his head one day as he held you in his arms, he had cringed forcefully and blinked extensively to try and shoo the idea away. It was hard to argue with his brain though. That was definitely the preferential scenario for him. Especially since there was no way to shrink himself down and live in your pocket.
Even now, as he tried to calm himself down, he deferred to imagining you there with him. Your hands, soothing against his skin, stroking his face to calm him down. Your voice, whispering sweet words into his ear, something personal, something adorable. You called him your sweet Eddie, and every time he heard the word it made his whole body warmer, skin prickling as his cheeks flushed and his heart skipped a beat.
He looked at the clock in the corner of his monitor. Not long now. You said you’d be home at 8pm. It was 7.55pm now, so five more minutes. He could manage that, he could cope.
“Sweet Eddie, not long now. I know you can do it!”
But he was never as sure of himself as you were of him. That was one of the things he liked most about you. There was a lot about himself he hated, that he wished away constantly, but you saw those as positives, you cherished them. You thought so highly of him, and it was necessary for his survival to have your kind words whenever he needed them. You had an almost psychic ability, knowing when he needed a little pick-up.
He needed one now though. And where were you?
Eddie looked at the clock again. 8.03pm. He checked his phone, same time, and no texts. He checked his watch. Slightly slower, by one minute and some seconds, but basically, they all told the same story. You had lied.
In a fit of rage, Eddie slumped down, his forehead slamming against the desk as he whined. Was he angry at you? Or was he angry at himself? And if it was the latter, why? Because he had trusted you. Or because he hadn’t.
Here he was, deciding you had lied to him, when there was every possibility that something horrible had happened to you. What if you were laying there, a victim of Gotham, your fragile body in a pool of your own blood that was slowly washed away with the ever-present torrential downpour of rain? Or cowering in some alley, waiting for the inevitable as your attackers closed in, wishing for Eddie, shouting for him, or silently calling him? And he was here, cursing you out?
He was disgusted with himself.
As his nails dug into the underside of the desk, the pain it caused making him feel oddly good, like a properly fitting punishment, he heard your key in the door. Every ounce of fear and sympathy was drained from him in a moment, and he felt his soft features being pressed into a scowl.
“Hey, sweet Eddie!”
The words had little effect over him, and that alone was enough to have his eyes become wet with the threat of tears.
“You’re late.”
“Am I?”
Eddie looked at the clock on the monitor once more. 8.11pm. You were definitely late.
“Yes.”
“I didn’t think I had a specific time I had to be home by.”
You giggled, unaware of how serious he was. But the longer you looked at him without seeing his face shift into his soft smile, you grew more concerned.
“Eddie… are you ok?”
“I… I…”
He fought hard to suppress the rage that had been building. It was no one’s fault, not even his own. That’s what you would tell him. You’d assure him that any anger was built on years of trauma, of being let-down, of having things snatched from him, people snatched from him. And even just imagining your calming voice and soothing touch was enough to bring him back down, his heart rate slowing as he took a deep breath and spoke clearly this time.
“I was worried about you.”
“Oh, Eddie!”
You could make out the small tears lingering in the corner of his eyes, and you threw your arms out, rushing to gather him up in them. But rather than allow himself to fall into your embrace, he stood up and stepped back from you.
“Eddie, what’s wrong?”
He looked into your eyes for a brief moment, letting his gaze flit quickly to the floor. You could tell there were screeds of thoughts running through his mind, but you’d have to ease them out slowly. He got like this on occasion, his brain working against him. He was intelligent, so much so, but he could let that be his worst enemy.
“If you don’t tell me, I can’t help you.”
Reaching a hand out to him, you tried to hold his forearm, but he snatched it back and away from you.
“Eddie…”
“I’m so… mad.”
“You’re mad?”
“I think so. I don’t know. I’m confused.”
“Well, why do you think you’re mad?”
“I… because… you… I… you…”
“Eddie, sweet Eddie, I’m here to help you. You know that.”
“Are you?”
He spat the words out at you, his brow suddenly furrowing. His mouth turned downwards into a little frown and he glared out, the anger behind his eyes occasionally dimming to make way for sadness, confusion, before returning to the rage you rarely saw in him anymore when it was just the two of you alone.
“What do you mean? Of course I am. I’m always here for you.”
“But you were late. And you didn’t tell me where you were.”
“I was only five minutes-”
“More than ten!”
“Eddie! I didn’t say I would be back exactly on the hour. I said ‘around’ eight. Is that really why you’re so upset?”
“Wouldn’t you be!?”
“Of course not!”
His face fell again, further than before, further than you thought it might be able to.
“So you don’t care about me?”
You were speechless, your heart aching and your mind fogged with confusion and hurt. You cared about Eddie more than anything in this world, and you thought he knew that. But evidently, his deep-seated trauma was still a block on his ability to see that. Despite how often you reassured him of that fact.
“You know I do, what does that have to do with anything?”
Eddie stepped towards you, his hands balled into fists so tight that they were shaking, his palms turning red from the pressure.
“If you care about me you would have called! You would have been back on time! You wouldn’t have…”
He stopped, shuddering as he looked down at his hands.
“You wouldn’t have left… that’s… horrible, isn’t it?”
“Oh, Eddie.”
At the softness in your tone, surprisingly still as calm and sympathetic as it always was even in the face of his ridiculous reasoning, Eddie felt his lungs sweeling and let out a small wail. He fell to his knees and stayed there as you walked to him, standing in front of him and brushing your fingers through his hair.
“It’s not horrible, Eddie. But it’s maybe a bit unreasonable…”
Looking up at you with his large, sad eyes he sniffled.
“I am so sorry. I am. It’s just… I get scared, anxious…”
He shuffled forward a little more, clinging to your legs as he pressed his face to them.
“I just love you so much. I need you. All the time. Everything is harder when you’re not with me.”
It was hard to feel anything but sympathy for Eddie. His whole life had been a struggle, and that conclusion was based only on what he had revealed to you so far. There were moments in his childhood he had told you he was afraid to speak of. Things that were so horrible he worried that they might traumatise you, or worse, bring those memories to the surface and make his life more unbearable and more difficult than it already was.
All you ever wanted to do was take the pain away from Eddie, to hold him and make him feel safe and secure. You were enamoured by him, and admittedly, a large part of that was how much he needed you. It felt good to have a purpose. And it felt good for the feeling of lust and desire, and emotional connection to be requited on the same level.
Falling to your knees with him, you cradled his face in your hands, his cheeks soft and warm, and wet with his tears.
“Eddie, my sweet Eddie. I understand. I understand it completely.”
He looked into your eyes, still sparkling with tears, and let his face lighten slightly, hopeful at your words.
“You do?”
“Of course I do. You know how much I love you, and how much I need you. I wish we could be together all of the time. I wish there was a never a need for us to be apart. I would have myself sewn to you if I could. Oh… was that weird? That might have been a strange thing to say, sorry.”
In that moment, Eddie felt his heart thumping in his chest, heart rate elevating exponentially as he realised you were just as intense and, if he could be wishful, as insane about him as he was about you.
“Not… not that weird at all. I would like to keep you with me all the time. Shrink you down to be in my pocket would be my first option, but I would have your hand stitched on to mine so you’d never let go.”
“Aw… that’s so weird.”
“Yeah… we’re weird together, right?”
You nodded, smiling at him as you took his hands in yours and pulled both him and yourself up from the floor.
“Perfect. I’ve always wanted someone to be weird with. To just be myself around.”
“I’m glad I can be that person for you, Eddie.”
“Really? You’re not put off at all?”
“Never! I find you so romantic, actually.”
His smile widened and his eyes shone as he looked at you, sparkling, ignited by inspiration.
“Huh… I never thought of myself as romantic.”
“Oh, but you are! You proclaim your feelings in such poetic and dramatic ways, it might not be to everyone’s taste, but I love it.”
He wrapped his arms around you, holding you tight as he pressed his cheek to yours. His lips, so close to your ear, grazed over them as he whispered to you.
“You’re everything I’ve ever wanted. I am desperate for you, every second of the day. Even when you’re with me, I want more of you.”
Eddie paused to kiss your neck, placing three kisses down it and back up before he spoke again.
“Even when I’m… uh… i-inside of you… I want to be deeper. I don’t think it’ll be enough unless I’m in your soul.”
You sighed against his touch, his fingers placed at the bottom of your back, tracing over the skin he exposed by lifting your shirt up.
“You’re my everything, my entire world. And there’s nothing I wouldn’t do to keep you safe. No one I wouldn’t take care of to make sure you were taken care of.”
“Oh, Eddie… you’re my hero.”
He groaned as he let his teeth sink softly into your skin, as though he thought consuming you might help him feel as close to you as he was obsessed with being. He dragged his tongue along the skin, soothing after the sharp nip of his bite, before he bit into you again, clawing at your skin as he tried to bring your body closer to him, pressing it to his with such force it felt like you might melt into him under the pressure. But it still wasn’t enough for him.
His hand caressed your cheek gently before he let his fingers grab your face, holding your mouth open in a light pout as he licked first at your lips before sinking his tongue in, flitting it against yours which rushed to meet his.
Against the desperate movements, he groaned and sighed, and you could feel and taste his breath on your taste buds. It really felt like he was trying to enter you, to become one with you, and you welcomed it. Your hands around his neck held him in place, refusing to let him go, even when he pulled back, a trail of saliva falling from his and your lips to your chin. Eddie wiped it with his thumb and stepped towards you, into you. He pushed you lightly, sending you into the wall where you stood breathlessly, head tilted back, neck exposed to him.
You weren’t sure where you wanted him to go next with this, but you were intrigued to see and would let him have complete control if he wanted. Anything, whatever he did, just to see what lengths he would go to in order to express fully his undying and terrifying love of you.
Interestingly, he fell to his knees once more, lowering his body until he was laying on the ground on his stomach, wriggling to get close to your feet, which he let his fingers trace over before kissing them. Here he was, riddled with the kind of Catholic guilt that creates a monster, deciding that he was devoted to a whole other god, making you the idol, worshipping at your feet to show how devout he was.
“You’re everything to me. You are the earth, the sky, life and death.”
He shifted forwards, lifting himself slightly as he kissed up your calves, holding the back of your legs tightly.
“A hymn I’d sing forever.”
As he raised himself higher, his mouth kissed over your thighs, fingers light against them as they pressed into the skin. It was something you noticed about him, an almost childish way of exploring you. Touch, sensory needs, as though feeling you was the only way to prove to himself that you existed, that you were real and in front of him. That by grabbing you and holding you and caressing you, he could convince his brain that you were there, letting him indulge in those pleasures of the flesh. The way he played with your body, investigative and exploratory, like he craved complete knowledge of every aspect of you. It was intoxicating, and completely erotic.
“I am beholden to you. I serve you. I am enamoured. Devout. I owe you everything.”
He held his face against your legs, breathing deep, taking slow, meaningful inhales and exhales that sent shivers over you, despite the warmth of his breath on your skin.
“It feels… odd to seek you out constantly, when you’re within me. You’ve always been there. And yet, without you there’s no existence at all.”
Eddie was on his knees now, praying to you almost, avoiding your eyes as he spoke the words of his sermon to you.
“You’re radiant, resplendent. You’re fragrant, and I draw my breath in and now pant after you. I tasted you, but I still feel hunger and thirst for you. You touched me, and I am set on fire, longing for your touch again to extinguish the flames, but I don’t want to give them up.”
The words were familiar, almost, as though he were preaching something you’d heard before at church, or school, or in passing even. You felt a flush of heat course through your body as you recognised the significance, the words he had been made to repeat as a child, the words that filled him with such anger, and now he was twisting them, putting new meaning to them. Using them to worship you.
Your breath hitched as you choked out a moan, feeling Eddie press his nose to your crotch, his lips against you, thin layers of fabric separating his mouth from your entrance as he continued speaking.
“To serve you is freedom. To praise you is my soul’s joy and delight. And to confess this, then, is to praise and glorify you. In seeking you, I find you, and in finding you, I have you. And in having you… I keep you.”
“Eddie… oh my god…”
You could feel his tongue, lapping at the fabric of your leggings and under them, your panties. Ending each sentence with a wet drag of it against you, soaking you, able to taste your own slick through it.
“No longer do any passing fancies take my interest. My soul is focused on you alone, it praises you.”
He leaned back, looking up into your eyes as you stared down at him. His cherubic face, cheeks warm and flushed as he expressed his adoration, his obsessions.
“You allow my soul to remain attached to you, a corruptible thing as I, with the glue of love. We are attached. We’ll never be torn apart. We were meant to be. And we always will be.”
Eddie took your wrists in his hand, a tight squeeze as he spoke his final words. His amen.
“We always will be. Right?”
All you could do was nod, silently, breathlessly, completely taken back by the lengthy outpouring of his feelings, laid bare in front of you.
Standing up in front of you, he went quickly from small and vulnerable, to towering over you, exuding the control and power he usually only managed to harness when he was wearing his mask. But something about loosening up and spilling his guts to you had given him a sense of power. Possibly in the way you reacted, skin flushed all over, chest heaving as you took long, gasping breaths to try and relegate your heart rate.
As much as Eddie was willing to get on his knees and thank you for letting him be near to you, he wasn’t completely oblivious to the effect he had on you. You were just as likely to do anything for him. You already did. You were an enabler, chronically. You enthused and encouraged, maybe not outright, but in your soft, soothing tones, the way you held him when he returned from a night of ‘work’, or when he finished one of his streams. You were supportive, of everything about him. Even the darker things. The horrible truths that lurked on the edges of his soul. You made it easier to bring them out, and for that, he was eternally grateful.
It felt strange to him, to experience mutual appreciation, requited love and adoration. As much as he worried constantly, he’d rather live with the fear than suffer a life without you, not now that he’d been blessed by your presence, your touch, your kiss. His gaze flitted briefly to your lips, suddenly reminded that they were there, in front of him, his to have if he so wished.
Leaning into you, Eddie took your face in his hands before moved back, his fingers spreading through your hair as he kissed you, hard, long, filled with intense passion. A soft moan emanated from him as he felt your hands cling to his waist, travelling around to his front and up his chest. As you reached the collar of his plain, white shirt you grabbed it and held him against you. His body, surging with arousal and white, hot lust heaved inwards as yours moved outwards, a rhythm together, fitting perfectly around each other like two pieces of a puzzle. The kind that they had in the orphanage, always missing a few pieces. Much like he was. But now he was whole, complete. A sentiment that seemed cheesy to him, still, made him cringe as he thought it. It was the truth though.
Pulling himself off of you, disappointed in the fact he had done so immediately, Eddie found it in himself to smile again, for the first time that evening since you had left the apartment.
“I’m glad you’re here… home.”
“I’m glad to be home, Eddie.”
He lunged towards you again, his arms around you as he held you tight, almost suffocating you against his chest. He loved that you loved him. He loved that you were with him. It only felt like home when you were there. You were his home.
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Kissing as a distraction with ZY,YJ,Arkham,Gotham and telltale Edward (with slight elements of enemies to lovers pls)
PD:You are my personal favorite writer for the green bean
Kissing as a Distraction
Riddler Headcanons
PLEASE YOU ARE TOO KIND that means so much to me ;-; ok here are some mean green beans getting smooched and distracted 💚
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btas
he's grateful for it, and he doesn't consider it a distraction at all
just a sweet show of affection, not an interruption
he would never think of anything to be more important than you
realistically, to him, everything else is a distraction
because he'd rather spend all of his time focused on you
gotham
it was a nice try, really. admirable, but misguided
and you meant well, you didn't want him to stop infodumping
you just thought he might appreciate a brief intermission
and you certainly would, which is why you kissed him
but he just kept going, talking against you, muffled and adorable
dano
do you think kissing him mid-rant is going to distract him?
really? from the plans he's been working on for so long?
actually... they might. a touch of kindness and softness...
it's enough to make anyone reconsider mass murder
congratulations, you've averted disaster with one smooch
arkham
not that he doesn't appreciate affection now and then, of course
but this was absolutely not the time, so he's pushing you away
and scolding you probably, chewing you out for distracting him
when he was working on something far more important
the slight twitch in his pants suggests he enjoyed it though
young justice
it would definitely distract him, might even do more
like cause him to have a nervous breakdown, or heart palpitations
but he's distracted alright... he's actually not really doing anything
his eyes have glazed over too... and is he breathing?
ok quick throw a glass of water on the poor boy
zero year
it's more likely than not that you would kiss him to shut him up
a distraction from whatever horrible/rambling things he was saying
but it always does the trick, because he's quick to change priorities
if there's anything that can distract him, it's physical contact
he might suggest you amp it up if you really want his attention...
telltale
prepare for a barrage of patronising yet erotic sentiments
"aw, do you need some attention from daddy?"
"how about you come sit on my lap while i work"
"try not to distract me too much and i'll get you a treat later"
mission accomplished i guess, because he can't help himself
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Hihihi I adore your writing - can I request the riddlers reacting to a fem reader that likes to sit/lay on the floor? Like avoids chairs at all cost and will move anything to the floor at the first given opportunity. If asked why she just says something like “I dunno, I like it more down here.”
Thank you :)
Floor Loving Reader
Riddler Headcanons
oh you mean write some head canons about me lmao? like write about me and my floor loving ass? floor supremacy for real (also guess who has feelings about sitting on the floor near arkham!eddie) 💚
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dano
he agrees. this is the way to sit. floors were made to be sat on
he's been in various living situations that didn't have anything for him but a cushion and a blanket and a microwave
so he's used to making do, but you make it somehow... fun?
when you say "let's sit criss cross applesauce" or suggest a boardgame and spread yourself and the pieces all around
you make yourself comfortable wherever, and you make him feel comfortable just by being around
young justice
it's a little bit of an ego boost to have you beneath him, and not one that he's comfortable with
he's already hyper aware of the fact that he's tall and gangly
so he's forever bringing himself down to your level
and if that means he's on his lil tummy with his head in his hands, kicking his feet as he stares at you
then that's perfectly fine by him
gotham
he'd definitely join you! and then it's stim time baby
because now he's learned the joys of sitting on the floor and fiddling with various toys or tools
well he's just never going back to sitting at a desk again
look how much space there is for sorting and organising!
truly you are the real genius, since this was your idea!
btas
his only request is that you sit close enough to him that he can reach you still
he likes stroking your hair, or holding you close to lean against his legs
it's soothing, a nice reminder that you're right there beside him
and also acts as a nice stim, or like a stress release, when he's working on something intricate or that requires a lot of concentration
you're like his little good luck charm down there
telltale
you're gonna sit on the floor like a pet then you'll get treated like one
here's a little bowl with some water
and if you're very good he'll toss a snack your way
provided you behave very well and only bark when he commands you to
and if you sit by his leg, he'll scratch your head all nice too
zero year
if you're laying on your stomach then he gets to look at your butt
if you're laying on your back then he gets to take in your front
if you're sitting on the floor then you're the perfect height for...
y'know... *wink wink nudge nudge pointing at his dick*
"aw no don't get up, i was kidding! or i wasn't... if you're into it!"
arkham
every hour or so he shits himself because he's forgotten you're down there ("AH!! SWEET CH- wait i thought you were a rat.")
exactly the kind of person to step on you, yell at you for being in the way, and then kiss your lil owie better
he wouldn't admit it, but he finds it incredibly pleasant to have you just there near him
like paralell play or something, listening to you talking or singing or just watching you read/doodle
but he will kick you to get your attention, and so you don't get too comfortable around him
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What're the Riddlers' favorite places to......cuddle? And who are the softest, snuggliest sweethearts about it?
Favourite Place to Cuddle
Riddler Headcanons
THANK YOU SNOW for letting me write the fluff i thought i was going to write before lmao here's their favourite snuggling spots and their hug status too because you're right, some of them are huggers and some are. not 💚
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gotham
favourite place: in bed
either directly after sex, or when you first wake up, or when you lay down to finally go to sleep
his arms are around you and you're held so tight there's no escaping
(but why would you want to wriggle free of his sweet cuddles?)
it just feels so natural and romantic to him, to have you in his bed with his body wrapped around you
hug status: gosh his cuddles are so sweet, they last forever and they take your breath away (or constrict your lungs...)
dano
favourite place: on his stream
it gives him neverending joy when you come up behind him and wrap your arms round his neck and shoulders
or when you feel brave enough to plop yourself down on his lap
all while he's streaming to his loyal followers, who he hopes are very jealous that he has someone to hug and hold
it gives him the ego boost he needs to get up to his nefarious little silly activities
hug status: he says thank you everytime you finish cuddling with him because he feels like he needs to ;-;
twojar
favourite place: the shower
holding you from behind while the water beats down on you both?
hands free to caress your front, your stomach, your chest, maybe even a little bit further south...
it makes him feel dominant still, to be cradling you
to be in control of the length and manner of the cuddle
hug status: he'll only hug you when he feels like it, it feels stifled, almost for show sometimes, but there's warmth in it
btaa
favourite place: while you're dancing
nothing feels better than holding you tight, resting his head on your shoulder, you against his
as you both sway gently to whatever music he has put on
his arms around you, keeping you close, sighing softly
the joy of humming along to the tune and hearing you hum right back
hug status: he's not always aware when you need a hug but when he does cuddle into you it's always perfect
arkham
favourite place: anywhere, as long as it's private
it's unlikely that he'll ever take the initiative to hug you first, because it's not something he thinks about or feels like he needs
but he'll accept a hug from you, or at least he'll let you hang off of him while he stands still and waits for it to be over
but ground rules: you're allowed to hug him twice a day, at most, only when no one is around
and it can't last for too long either, he has things to be getting on with thank you
hug status: he's prickly, but the fact that he lets you hug him at all suggests that he might be softer than he's willing to admit
telltale
favourite place: the back seat of a car
it feels very much like you're on a date, makes him feel young
going to some lovers' lane where he can get into some heavy petting or maybe even more
it's really the only place he gets soft and romantic, the rest of the time he's quite cold and dominant
but the nostalgia, the adrenaline, the innocence, it all does it for him
hug status: don't even think about hugging him without advanced warning in writing
zero year
favourite place: anywhere
but you have to be constantly draped over him, wrapped round his neck
so everyone can see that he has someone who is willing to hug him
and he's definitely going to be grabbing you back
although... maybe not in the traditional sense of a cuddle... maybe more... desperate and gropey than that...
hug status: makes a pouty face and says "where's my hug?" but it's still somehow hard to say no to him
unburied
favourite place: back row of the movie theatre
it's less about the location of this one and more the sort of risk that accompanies it
because with him, hugs are always just the first step
they're a slippery slope to even more physical contact of a more lewd nature
and sitting in the back row, getting cosy, the risk of getting caught? perfect for him
hug status: cuddles are how he expresses himself, how he apologises, initiates sex, lets you know he missed you etc.
btas
favourite place: snuggled up on the sofa
whether you're watching a movie, or playing a video game, he likes you to be close to him
he'll put his arm over your shoulder and pull you in
shifting you closer, inch by inch, until you're practically on his lap or sitting between his legs
just him and you, no one around to interrupt you while he's peppering kisses over any part of you he can reach
hug status: he's definitely a big hugger! absolutely loves being in contact with you
young justice
favourite place: anywhere, as long as it's in public
he'll literally take a hug from you regardless of the situation
he's so touch-starved and desperate to be loved and held and wanted and squished
a quick side-hug, a big bear hug, a hug that knocks him over
literally nothing makes him happier than knowing you're willing to be seen doting over him in front of other people
hug status: absolute soft boy, will melt into your arms when you hug him but is a bit nervous about intiating any cuddles
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Finnie ik I'm in your inbox like every two seconds but can we all agree EVERY Eddie is more than happy to be cumrag for a partner... Like some have different needs and some will fight how much they want it, but dear God are they ready to get sticky and gross
Sticky Riddlers
Riddler Headcanons
fuck yeah, although i don't think they're all too keen for it! there are some of them that are just like desperate for that kind of humiliation or opportuntiy to get gross and messy or even just to be used for something at all lmao so here's the ones i think are likely to be into getting a bit sticky 💚
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arkham
absolutely the top candidate for this but maybe not even in a sexual way?
like he just instinctively wipes stains down his shirt, wipes his face and hands on it
so once he's finished eating you out or sucking you off whatever is left dribbling on his chin is getting smeared down his front
he wears the stains like a badge of honour, a symbol of his acheivements
he has his degrees and less-than-clean funds to show his intellectual prowess, he has his vest covered in your cum to display his other talents
dano
any and all bodily fluids please he doesn't care how they get on him but he's happy to be covered in them
blood, sweat, spit, tears, cum
he'll happily have them all smeared across his chest or his thighs
you could sit on his face and wipe yourself over his mask when you're done too if you want
as long as it's somewhere he can reach to dip his fingers into and get a taste of whatver you've left behind on him
twojar
feel like this guy is a huge fan of having you grind yourself on his thigh
like he'll make you hump out your orgasm yourself before he'll even consider touching you
and you better make sure that you leave a sticky little mess all over his pants
he better be able to feel it soaking through the fabric onto his skin, warm and wet
and he loves having you ride him and letting you spill yourself all over his abdomen
he just likes knowing you're completely satisfied, with physical evidence to prove it
zero year
he's maybe a bit hesitant to admit how much he likes being covered in your arousal
but if he was pressed, tortured to confess the truth, he'd have to confess to how much he loves being covered in you
trails, slick and glistening, all down his chest or his cheeks
smelling like you, tasting like you, long after the deed has been done
he likes to pretend he's in control and the dominant one, but tell him to get on his knees and let you smear yourself on him and he's there in a heartbeat
unburied
listen if it's not messy and sticky and the two of you aren't covered in cum and sweat and whatever else, then what was even the point?
feel free to wipe your fingers on him after you've been playing with yourself, as long as he can do the same
he's a bit of a showoff too, so however much of yourself you manage to wipe off on his shirt or pants or skin even
there's every chance he'll let those stains dry and keep wearing them even when people point them out
young justice
he'll literally do whatever you want him to do
you want to use his shirt? his tie? his face? to wipe yourself off with?
he's there, ready to clean up, at your service, dillgent and enthusiastic
i mean yeah he can be a cumrag, but he can be a little recepticle too, happy to lap up any spills
his purpose is to serve you and treat you like royalty, that's what he gets off on
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Obsessive Headcanons
Dano!Riddler Headcanons
commission: some hc's for eddie being an obsessive little weirdo 🐀💚
commission me here!
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He can be a little bit… intense with his obsessive nature.
A lot of it is down to trust issues. Why wouldn’t you leave the same way that everything else has. Which is ridiculous to him, because it’s not like he’s ever had that much in the first place. Though, he supposes that’s why he notices it more when it’s snatched away from him.
So having someone, especially someone like you, within his grasp, to be in your favour.
That’s not something he’s willing to give up, or to have taken away.
The world is cruel. But he can be crueller if need be.
First on his agenda would be memorising your schedule. Social conventions tell him that it’s too early to have you move in, but that would be his ideal situation. To have you under lock and key, in his sights all the time.
Not that he would keep you locked up.
Although, if it came to it… it’s not necessarily the worst idea in the word.
But until then, whichever scenario he ends up settling on, whichever method turns out to be the one that works best, he’ll be satisfied with knowing where you are and what you’re doing.
It’s surprisingly easy to get trackers on your phone, your keys, your favourite pieces of clothing or shoes.
Just… in case something bad happens to you.
And so he can be sure to show up to help you if you need him to.
Next up, he intends to ingratiate himself in every aspect of your life.
Need a ride to work? Someone to chum you on the train? He’s right there beside you.
Your hallway light went out? Don’t worry, he just happens to have the exact bulbs you need!
Door a little bit creaky? Yeah he noticed that? Oh, your bedroom door? He noticed that too… or… no he didn’t… ANYWAY! He has some WD40 and he’ll get right on it.
Oh wow! You go to trivia night at this bar? So does he! You won’t have seen him for a while though, he’s been really busy with work and couldn’t make it. But uh… if you have room on your team… he’d be more than happy to join!
And the stranger who keeps calling you and then hanging up? How about he blocks the number? Or answers it for you next time?
In fact, how about you spend the day with him? That way, if the stranger calls, he’s right there beside you.
He’ll always be right there beside you, if you let him.
In fact, he will be even if you don’t.
That’s just how dedicated he is to you!
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FINNIE I HAVE A SUGGESTION FOR RIDDLERS HC.
How would the Riddlers react to a ticklish S/O ?
Ticklish S/O
Riddler Headcanons
ok i have for you: the riddlers i think would be into this (either as a way to pleasure you or to torture you >:3) 💚
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young justice
he's such a sweet, nervous soul, there's nothing he wouldn't do for you if you asked
you say "tickle me" he says "for how long, and how hard, and should i ignore any cries to stop"
and hearing you squeal and moan and giggle playfully gets him going
he'd probably have to start with toys or something first though
because touching you with his bare hands might have him distracted a little too soon
unburied
he uses it as leverage for when he wants something
and at first, it was his attempt to tickle you until you squealed so he could win arguments etc.
but when he realised that it wasn't just a giggly, squirmy reaction and that you really enjoyed it
now, anytime he wants you to do him a favour he'll offer you a little tickle in return
and he might even offer one for free just to see you get all giddy in public
zero year
it's getting combined with bondage, you're being trussed up securely
and he's going to enjoy every second of watching you squirm near tears
overstimulated, your body writhing under the skin at every single touch
and there's no end to it, because he's a complete dick tease
watching you get more frustrated, warmer, wetter as he delights in seeing you humping the air to find any kind of friction
gotham
i think he's the kind of guy who would add this to his aftercare routine
just something nice, and slow, and gentle, and pleasant to cool you off and calm you down
stroking your arm, or your side, or your neck, or your back
not an extreme tickle, just a little one to remind you he's there
soothing and relaxing, very affectionate, as opposed to it being another method of rilking you up
dano
it's bordering on omorashi for sure
like the way he won't let up even when you're crying with laughter and warning him you're about to burst
bubt he can't help it, you look so sweet and joyful when you're smiling and laughing
and he's determined to forever be the source of that joy
even if it does mean he has to torture you a little bit (but that's also his thing... pass the duct tape...)
#finnie writes#riddler x reader#riddler x you#riddler headcanon#ridler scenario#gotham riddler#young justice riddler#dano riddler#zero year riddler#batman unburied riddler#bu riddler#riddler#the riddler
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