#Edward Nashton x f!reader

[the-odd-devil]

The Sky Is Dark, But I See You : Chapter 2

Edward Nashton x f!reader Dark Academia College AU

Summary : Edward Nashton is horny. Eddie POV from chapter 1.

It just takes for you to smile at Edward Nashton once to make him obsessed with you.

Word Count : 3 297

Warnings : Didn't think it would be like that, but chapter 2 and there's already a lot of smut oops. 🙈 

masturbation, semi public masturbation, obsessive behavior, kind of stalker-ish?, humilation, mention or oral (m! recieving), slight voyeurism.

Tell me if I forgot any! Thanks <3

Author's Note : Finally chapter 2! Woop woop! A lot more porn than I thought, but I wouldn't want it any other way.😌 I hope you'll like it! I had a lot of fun with it!

A big BIG thank you to @always-andromeda for proof reading, it's always an amazing experience and it helps me a lot with my english!

Chapter II : Who Is She

He’ll forever remember the first time he saw you. It was one of those moments that felt out of time and space where every detail is clear and stays in your retina, leaving an indelible print of the scene in your brain. Time slowed down. You were the only bright and colorful aura in the dark hallway that leads to his coding in Python class. He could pin every color that made you, a beautiful and saintly painting in his mind. He saw you because you saw him, eyes burning his; burning his whole being. He felt seen for the first time when you laid your eyes on him, a soft, caring look that had never been given to him before. 

He doesn’t know how he deserved that pure gaze from a beautiful creature, warming his heart underneath his clothes, cold and wet from the shitty Gotham weather. Soon, the light warming burned him, it was too much for poor Edward, not even used to the smallest attention directed towards him. He looked down. Oh, he regretted it immediately.   He wanted more. That feeling would not leave him. It consumed his thoughts; ate at his brain. He wanted more, more, more. 

Other students had already judged him on his looks and were avoiding him as much as they could. His reputation wouldn’t survive a stained crotch. In a clumsy and swift move, he finally let himself free and came in his hand after a few strokes, breathy moans that he tried to keep low as he was finally aware of the situation.

Head low, he accelerated his pace. So overwhelmed that tears started to form in his eyes and his breath quickened. The butterflies in his stomach began to make him nauseous. By the next turn of the hallway where he was sure you couldn’t see him, he ran to the closest bathroom. He felt  the other students watching him and knew how pathetic he looked: cheeks red, forehead sweaty, tears falling down his face while he tried to make his tall figure as petite as possible. The shame was growing as he could feel himself getting hard, the memory of your eyes on him, the warmth that this pretty girl he didn’t even know the name of gave him, mixed with the humiliation of the situation was too much for him.

He was painfully hard when he finally locked himself in the bathroom. He let his tears fall from his eyes and whiny moans fell from his lips as he threw his head back to the wall. He was a fucking mess, the shame being washed down by how horny he was. Slowly catching his breath, he was trying to calm down, each exhalation coming out as a whine or a moan. The only thought left in his head was the hope that no one else was in that bathroom or, at least, didn’t see him enter.

His attempts to calm down were in vain. His hand found its way to lightly stroking himself over his pants, removed from what his consciousness was screaming at him. He soon was rutting on his hand, hips losing their will too. He was starting to get close, too close. A moan, louder than the previous, woke him up as he was on the edge. His pants weren’t stained yet. Even if everyone must’ve been in class by now, he didn’t wanna risk walking to his dorm room with a stain on his pants.

Mind clearer after his release, he was finally able to calm down and catch his breath.  After putting his pants back on, he went to face the mirror, trying to fix his state. He looked like an even bigger mess, hair pointing every direction, oval glasses slightly crooked on his head, marks of his tears all over his cheeks, and a rest of drool at the corner of his lips. His clothes were no better, sweater, shirt and trousers wrinkled and out of position. He avoided his reflection, unable to stand how pathetic he looked.

He quickly made himself presentable, splashing his face with water to cool down and wipe off the mess before repositioning his clothes. He checked in the mirror that he looked ok. He hated his image – as always – but he didn’t look as though he’d just jerked off in a college bathroom after a girl looked at him with a little bit of sympathy. What time was it? Maybe he could still go to his Python class.

Were you doing it on purpose? He was really starting to consider this hypothesis. Because he was seeing you way too often. He felt like he was going crazy. And he was. Maybe he wanted you to be following him. Maybe he was starting to hallucinate visions of you in the hallways multiple times a day. You were becoming a difficulty, a problem. Graduating was his only way out from the misery he was predestined to. Widely opening its arms, the depths of hell waited for him. 

You were distracting him, but he’s addicted. His whole body heated up every time he felt your presence, he was feeling hot, too hot. He felt like his brain was overheating and that his dick was trying to take control while hardening in his pants.

He had some more active periods than others, skirts of girls flying through the wind, the first time he saw a girl in her underwear after entering a room without knocking, when he first discovered porn, when he hid to watch a boy of his dorm jerking off, when he observed a couple having sex in one of the orphanage's rooms. He knew deep down that he was a pervert. But at least he could function, preparing himself for greater causes. Somehow, you were different. You noticed him, and that changed everything. 

Most of the time he succeeded at controlling himself; not looking at you, praying that he wouldn’t smell your perfume today. He knew he looked like an idiot, face all red and looking at the ground; he could hear the other students laughing at him, he looked pathetic. Did you find him pathetic? Did you like it? On those days he was just a couple of minutes late, catching his breath at the next corner where you couldn’t see him anymore.

On other days – the unfortunate ones – days when he couldn’t control himself, days when his brain was boiled and only his erection was able to take commands, he missed a class. Too busy releasing himself in some toilet paper in a dim bathroom, hand on his mouth trying to muffle his moans.

Edward hadn’t been a compulsive masturbator before you. He did what he had to do in some unsanitary bathroom at the orphanage where he could be alone for a few minutes, hoping that nobody would notice he was gone. And of course nobody ever noticed.

He was scared to look up from his paper and meet your gaze. He was scared of what he’d see, unsure of your intentions, unsure of his body. His body that was already betraying him, cold sweats and unbearable heat, he knew his face was red. Oh, you must be delighted. He thought that if he succeeded in controlling his breath until you went away, everything would be fine. Just 3 hours maximum, the library would be closed by then, and he’d be able to go back to his dorm room. 

He certainly wished you hadn’t noticed him this day, sitting across from him at the library. You’re doing it on purpose, you're clearly doing it on purpose. There were dozens and dozens of unoccupied seats all over the library, and you’re sitting in front of him. His brain hurt. Why were you doing that? What did he do? Did you want to make fun of him? To ridicule him in front of everyone? He could feel tears forming in his eyes, too many thoughts and emotions going through his brain. 

But he should know that he wasn’t this lucky. Was it curiosity? Was it to know if you were looking? Was it a deep desire? Intrusive thoughts? He looked up and met your gaze. It instantly lit up, happy to have finally caught the attention that you were looking for. You gave him your prettiest smile. His eyes opening wide, he could feel his whole body going into shock. His blood ran cold but his skin felt like it was bubbling and boiling. He let out the most pathetic whine and it woke him up from his paralyzed state. He tried to hide by looking down at his paper.

His eyes were burning, unable to close as he stared blankly at his paper. His senses seemed to disappear to be contained in his body;  he couldn’t  hear, see, smell, feel or taste anything. But he felt like he was going to explode. An orgasm ready to be released at any instant. Pleasure, both contained and denied, burned through him.

Time passed and he didn’t even feel that. The next thing he remembered was the librarian waking him from his trance to tell him that they were about to close. She asked him, concern in her voice, if everything was ok. He blinked, feeling cold tears on his burned cheeks and his already wet underwear.

“Ye-yes…thank you…”

The walk to his dorm was painful to say the least. The friction of his pants on his hard cock made it difficult to walk without looking like a creep, even more so that, being as vocal as he is, he had to bite his lips and cheeks to not moan at each step. He was very glad that it was pitch dark outside and that the students he ran into were far enough away that they didn’t notice him.

She left with a confused expression.

Finally coming back into his own body, he looked down at his crotch in panic. Ok, no wet spot on his pants, but he was painfully hard. He was hoping that holding his coat in front of him in the dark would be enough. 

His roommate Ryan was studying at their dorm that night.  It was the reason why Eddie went to study in the library in the first place.

He wished he’d noticed when you went away so that he would have been able to “use” the library bathroom. Everything was closed this late. He had no choice but to go back to his dorm room.

And the most difficult part was still to come.

Ryan was a nice guy; smart, handsome, popular, and good at school. Eddie couldn’t bear being close to him, his presence only making him feel worthless. He had to adapt his schedule to his, minimizing the time they had to share the room. It was an inconvenience, but still better than having to talk to Ryan.

The walk to his room was better than expected. For once he was thankful for his ability to be forgotten. In front of his door, he prayed that Ryan was sleeping or went away for a snack or to meet one of his numerous friends. The light underneath the door was telling him otherwise.

He was nice to Eddie, which he initially thought would be a good thing. But every time he talked to him it just felt condescending, as if Eddie was lower than him. He knew Ryan saw him as a creep, just like everybody else, but he was too nice to treat him like one. And tonight would not help that reputation.

Hopeful, he put his ear on the wood. Shit, he’s there. Eddie took a deep breath and decided that the best option he had was to run to the bathroom, keeping his coat in front of him, hoping that no questions would be asked.

He opened and closed the door quickly and silently and started to head to the bathroom, his head low and face still red. Ryan caught him immediately and was his usual self, trying to engage in conversation with Eddie.

“Eddieboy! Hi!”

“Yeah… Yeah! I… um… I had a bit of a migraine at the library… I just need to take a shower…”

His upbeat tone made Eddie jump. He looked up at Ryan like a scared puppy who had just peed on the carpet. His forced smile began to be replaced by an interrogative expression seeing the nerd’s red face and eyes.

“Is everything ok?”

“Oh, ok! Have fun in the shower!” 

He was used to Ryan saying that every time he took a shower. But this time, it made Eddie jump again, feeling like Ryan somehow knew what he was about to do. It made Ryan embarrassed of the double meaning of his sentence. 

“Oh… um… thanks man…” 

“I mean! Um, yeah… you deserve a good shower…”

How Eddie was capable of turning a simple, single word conversation into a living hell was a curse that he had to live with. 

He ran into the bathroom and closed the door without looking at him.

Alone in the bathroom, he could finally breathe. His breath came out more as a low moan that immediately triggered his fight or flight response, scared that Ryan had heard him. He stopped for a few seconds, paralyzed. Then he heard Ryan turn on the radio. Good.

He finally calmed down, letting his coat fall on the floor and soon his other clothes followed. The hot water felt like a pause. A pause from Gotham’s cold rain, from the students cold gaze. But soon he felt too hot, seeing you again in his mind, beautiful you who smiled at him. His soft dick was hardening again at the thought of your smile. But this time he had no reservations about letting his imagination and his hands do what they wanted freely.

He needed it so bad. He needed to touch himself while thinking of your pretty lips so badly. In his wildest dreams, he wasn't shy and creepy Edweird. He was charming and dominant, capable of getting up from his chair and flirting with you. Smiling back, winking, sharing a look that said "you and me, in the bathroom, right now.” Your knees on the tiles of the library bathroom, you would suck him off, without even having to share a word. He would grab a handful of your hair and guide you, whispering soft praise of how good you were sucking his dick. Such a good girl, who knew just what she had to do. He came in breathy moans that he was succeeding to keep low enough so that the water and the radio were covering them.

He didn't know how long he stayed in the shower; he still hadn't cleaned himself and the water was starting to get cold. It was late and he had to wake up early tomorrow. He washed himself quickly, put on a towel, and got out his PJs. Good thing that Ryan was already sleeping, he didn't want to have to pretend to be happy that his roommate was kind enough to talk to him. PJs on, mind and dick empty, he drifted off to an unusually calm and relaxing sleep.

Eddie's heavenly hell had just begun. It seemed that you knew what you did to him and really liked it, continuing to flash him your prettiest smiles. It was becoming difficult to concentrate since he saw you at least once a day. When you didn't notice him, he couldn't help but hide and drink up your image. His brain didn’t even register that other students could see him spying on you. He couldn't care, too busy remembering every little detail of you. Every curve, every freckle, every wrinkle when you smiled, how your outfits always matched. He was addicted, you were consuming all of his brain.

You were making a mess out of him. He couldn't even count the number of times he made a fool out of himself after you flashed him a smile. Every time your smile hit him it was like an electric shock in his body made him lose control, his whole body so hot that his glasses started to fog, mind incapable of recording his surroundings. His brain was too absent to tell him he should be careful to not look creepy, his dick having taken full control. He was starting to struggle studying with you appearing in his mind every time he was trying to concentrate, his brain too dependent on you. 

He was using every break and every bathroom he could to jerk off. He thought that if he masturbated often enough, he'd get bored of it. That it wouldn’t be as exciting as before. He was very wrong. He had to bite his hand every time to silence the dirty moans that escaped his mouth and dry off his tears with toilet paper before going to the communal sinks to properly wash his face and hands. 

He couldn't escape you and, truly, he didn't want to. He drank a lot of coffee before, but now he was certainly developing a severe caffeine addiction, spending all of his time sitting at a table that got the best view of you while you were on your shift. During those afternoons, he could feel himself going insane watching you from afar. You, waving and smiling at him and the little hearts you drew on his tickets and cups. He kept every single one of them in a box under his bed.

All of that plus the clearly unhealthy amount of caffeine in his system and he was left rock hard and shaking when he had to go back to his dorm. He was thanking every God he could think of when Ryan was not here after that afternoon's numerous coffees. Finally he was able to jerk off somewhere else other than in a bathroom. On those evening he fucked his pillows like a mad man, covered in sweat and drooling. He had to buy himself more pillow cases. 

His grades were suffering from the torment you put him through. He really had to do something, anything. He would not let Gotham ruin him. You, on the other hand… 

He thought of a lot of solutions, some better than others, some more possible than others, some even sinister. His favorite scenario would be to do to you everything he dreamed of. But his brain, even if capable of resolving the most complicated puzzles, couldn't find a solution for him to make the first move. He just knew it would be a terrible idea, even if he succeeded in formulating some words, he was too scared of how his body would react.  

His train of thought stops when someone knocks at the door, interrupting his professor. The loud noise makes him jump, but seeing you at the door makes his heart stop. You are taking the same class??? Oh my god you are taking the same class… He starts to panic as an evil smile appears on your face when you notice him too. He plunges his head in his paper, trying to disappear. He knows he is already bright red, but he couldn't help but flash some looks at you while you go to your table. 

His mind is running a thousand miles per hour, somewhere between panic and screaming, "THIS IS YOUR CHANCE, DO SOMETHING!" He doesn't even notice the professor talking about a group project until the paper for duos comes to his table. He figures that he will, once again, have to do the work of two alone, He assumes that, too panicked to react, he lost the chance he could’ve had to be paired with you. Wait… 

Tag list : @generouspour ; @unholybabyface

[theinheriteddutchess]

Oh man, he's so delusional. Very well written of his completely fabricated view of her, or them.

Edward Nashton (The Batman) x F!Reader

18+ ONLY

College AU

Warnings: Stalking & other creepy behavior, Manipulation, Incel/Misogynistic Mindset, Alcohol and other substances, Descriptions of Smut and Masturbation, Cursing

As usual, this is unedited and if there are any tags or warnings I may have forgotten to include, please let me know.

THIS IS AN 18+ STORY WITH DARK THEMES, PAY ATTENTION TO WARNINGS AND MINORS DNI

You’re so sweet. Soft and warm, and everything that just clouds his focus. He’s memorized every curve, and the natural sway when you walk into a room. It’s like sunshine when you smile, and he notices the way they gravitate towards you. Of course they do, they all do. He’s not naive enough to believe he’s not the only one who wants to be near you. It’s effortless, the way people are drawn to you. But it’s in vain, every time, polite rejections that leave people somehow liking you more. You’re loyal, such a good girl for him, because you know you’re his.

His first impression of you was stereotypical. He pegged you to be another daft popular girl who has clawed her way to the top of the social ladder. Superficial and dumb, being able to use your looks for everything. His observations of people and their trends led him to assume, which he regrets. Somehow, you break the mold, everything he’s observed about social hierarchy out the window. It’s infuriating at first, because you’re just so nice- like god just made you out of a small piece of heaven. Fuck, and you’re so smart.

The first time you interrupted the professor in lecture to correct him (politely, of course- a sweetheart) he thought it was puzzling. You were puzzling. A challenge to figure out, to open up slowly and unravel. It started out innocently, just the sheer curiosity gnawing at him. You were a mystery, and he needed to satisfy that curiosity that was becoming more and more bothersome.

It’s easy to find your full name on the professor’s class roster, all he needed to do was pretend to have questions during office hours. The dimwit goes to get coffee and he’s able to sneak a peak at the list without disrupting anything on the desk. It goes perfectly. And one search on Instagram takes him to your page easily. Except it’s a good damn book dedicated Instagram. Irritating, honestly, but he applauds you for keeping your actual account private, which is the second account in the list of suggestions. It’s dumb that you can’t zoom in on profile pictures.

For now, he settled on lurking at the bookstagram, as you called it in the bio. Cute. That night at home instead of working on his other projects, he stayed up reading each of the long captions you’d written out reviewing each book you had read. Some of them he recognized as ones that were very popular, others were classics, some graphic novels, it was a rather eclectic mix of genres. He liked that. No non-fiction though, he made note. Interesting. He can’t blame you for that.

Once he worked his way through your page, he ends up ordering a few of the titles on Amazon. He’d usually opt for the library, which he used for some other titles you said you liked that he placed holds for. But to get started sooner, the two day shipping was a godsend. He figured he’d have one with him in class, keep it on his desk, carry it around campus with the cover outward, an attempt to catch your eye. Strike up a conversation, figure out something else about you.

He also found himself wanting to read some of these just because of how your posts made them sound. However, his main motive was to use them as a prop in an attempt to have an excuse to talk to you. He would lure you in to him, so he doesn’t have to go out of his way. It’s more natural this way. You’re the social butterfly, fluttering around being outgoing and sociable while he was the quiet one. The mysterious, reserved one. It makes more sense for you to reach out to start that first important conversation than him. And with a copy of a book you rated five stars in hand, he thinks it will work out just as he would like to.

He’d document your schedule as close as he could manage. Observe your daily routine, where you go, when. That way he can plan where he can run into you. Running to the campus coffee cart between classes for you to see him casually reading Madeline Miller or James Joyce or Ottessa Moshfegh or Fredrik Backman something else you’ve read that’s just popular enough to not make you suspicious.

Edward is very good at being invisible. It’s not even something he needs to try at. He’s gone his whole life being naturally ignored, dismissible. He can hide in plain sight as he marks down the time in his journal when you are leaving your third and last class of the day. He sits at the picnic benches outside the dining hall that are on the far side of the quad. From here, he can see almost all of the main campus. It also helps most of the building are comprised of large windows. He can watch you in your dorm building, right up to your floor until you disappear behind your door.

It’s up to him to imagine the rest of your routine as he walks back to his own dorm. The things you do when your doors are closed and you realize you’re alone again, your roommate spending the night with that quarterback boyfriend of hers.

He imagines everything. The way your backpack thuds and how you kick off your sneakers and leave them haphazard on the floor by the door. Your bra off in one fluid motion and tossed into your hamper without even having to look to see if it went in. You sit at your desk, and feed the pet fish you aren’t supposed to have. Naughty girl. You get started on your work right away. Getting the tedious chore out of the way so you can surrender yourself to your bed. Most people just give in to that temptation right away. Not you. You opt to sit incorrectly in your chair, and change from one obscure position after the other (that’s why your back hurts by the way, darling) until you’ve written your last discussion post and submitted the last paper. Then, you enjoy yourself. He imagines you might love your routines. He can put himself right there on the bed, paperback book folded in his hands that is ignored, because he’s so focused on you.

You’re someone whose routine involves a lot of walking back and forth. From the bathroom, to your dresser, to the bathroom again, to your vanity, to your closet, until you’ve successfully paced around the room enough times to spark the carpet. He’ll tease you, his own routine more carefully constructed and requires much less products- although he can imagine himself adding more once you share with him the things he should be doing.

You’ll walk around in your favorite little pair of pajama shorts- or better yet you might steal his boxers to sleep in. Paired with his shirt, and he’s enraptured with the way your chest strains the material. He thinks you’d look really cute with the towel wrapped around your hair fresh out of the shower, walking around the room brushing your teeth desperately looking for something that is never in the right place. Then the towel strewn over your desk chair and he watches intently as you care for your hair. And the way you apply lotion head to toe, and the way the sweet scent of it fills the whole room. You’d get shy when you finally notice he’s been looking at you. It’s so fucking cute. He can hardly stand not holding you when you look at him that way.

He’s probably screwed himself, not thinking about the side effects of using a scented lotion until after he’s finished, but he can’t even find it in him to care right now. His heavy breaths fill his room, and he needs to clean himself up. It’ll be fine. It was worth it, he thinks, to have something that smells like you to allow him to slip into his little fantasy. His whole room smells of strawberry and brown sugar, and he just wallows in the way the empty feeling in his stomach just makes him yearn for you. That time it all felt too fucking real.

His mind almost scares him, how the imagines he conjures up can become like memories. He knows they are a figment of his imagination, but sometimes that line between his false memories and his much more depressing reality becomes more and more blurred the more he dreams of you.

It finally happens the next time he’s outside having his lunch. He’s sitting under a tree in the quad, occasionally taking bites of his sandwich but the book he’s reading is taking up the majority of his attention. He’s gotten lost in the pages, and he doesn’t even remember the rest of the world exists until a shadow steps in front of the sun, blocking the light from hitting the pages he was engrossed in.

“I loved that book,” a voice says. He can hear the smile in your tone. You’re actually acknowledging his existence. He needs to give himself a pep talk before he can even bear to look up and face you.

“I o-only just started,” he says sheepishly, looking down- adamant on staring at a blade of grass in front of him.

“Cool,” you reply, “You need to tell me what you think of it, okay? See ya, Eddie.”

Eddie? No one in his life has ever called him Eddie. He detested being called Eddie until this exact moment. He hated the nickname, always thinking it was childish and demeaning. But not when you say it. It’s so sincere, and so nice the way the syllables fall off your lips. Just you. You are the exception to his disdain for it. He’ll be Eddie for you- your Eddie. Loyal, devoted, head over heels for only you Eddie.

He thinks about all the ways he wants to hear you call him that. In-between laughs, slapping his arm playfully when one of his jokes makes you laugh. A lighthearted chastising, your head tilted in skepticism as he tells you about all the elaborate plans he’s made for the future. A choked sobbed in surprise and excitement when he gets down on one knee. A breathy, whispered moan in his ear when he’s fucking you gently, pulling you apart, or a scream out in ecstasy when you’re begging him to let you cum- shit. He places the book on his lap, and pretends to check his phone while he waits for when he can get up. He groans at how painful it is, to not be able to have you now like how he wants.

It’s not like he makes it a habit to follow you. Sometimes, it’s a pleasant surprise when it happens all on it’s own. However, more often than not, it’s not up to chance. It’s a calculated, meticulous plan to execute the ideal rom com meet cute. You deserve that. The movie perfect romance where he, the right guy, magically is ushered in under quirky circumstances and somehow the meetings turn into feelings.

This is too Pretty in Pink, the god awful frat party in this huge house on campus. He still can’t believe he got in. But as luck would have it, roommate’s quarterback boyfriend needed a few passing assignments to keep from failing Calculus. And with that, Edward Nashton has somehow managed to score an invite to the biggest Halloween party of the semester- and of course, you’d be one of the many attendees. However, you don’t need an invite. You’re expected. These are your friends and you run in their circles. Also, any girl who shows up on this doorstep tonight is going to get in without a fret- no invite or name drop needed. He on the other hand needs to convince the two surly guys at the door he got an invite from their surly friend and after a while of back and forth they reluctantly let him in.

He’s elbow to elbow with tons of sweaty, gyrating strangers as he tries his best to navigate the house. The stairs, the hallways, every room is packed and the flashing lights also obscure his vision. There’s a deejay in the common room, the speakers blasting electronic music are making the floor vibrate. He is so out of his element, but he’s here for you. Because he’s a good boyfriend to you, and he goes places he doesn’t like but that makes you happy.

He’ll gladly hold your bags when you go shopping. He’ll think about everything you find important. Color, texture, finding the perfect things… he will wander with you for hours until you’re happy. He’ll absolve any worry. He will never tell you the rather poor shape of his finances at the moment, but it’s not important. Anything you want, he’ll let you just charge his card. You’re worth it.

Book stores. He knows how often you frequent them from the time you spend together, and the library- based on the barcodes on the pictures you post on your Instagram. He’s even got your card number memorized. He’ll bring you there, find a corner and just read together. You seem to be more into contemporaries, it will be a good balance. He tends to favor more classics himself but he’ll appease you and let you tell him about whatever book you just read- cover to cover, fuck spoilers. He just wants to watch the way talking about it excites you.

He hangs back, just resting his back against the wall. He still hasn’t seen you yet, but he’s content to wait, you too have all night. He watches as people dance and try to yell over the music. The flashes from cameras make his eyes hurt. He’s never observed a more self-absorbed crowd. They chug down whatever mystery concoction they have in their red cups and he hopes that you know better than to trust whatever is in there.

There’s puffs of smoke from a girl in leather pants and basically a top that might as well be a bra as she passes around a joint for her and her friends to share. It stinks up the whole house, and he just knows he’s going to reek of it. He looks down at his phone, trying to pretend he’s doing something. Anything to make himself look indifferent and not at all desperate and out of place. He’s not sure how well he’s doing.

You’re holding a can of something. You’re a smart girl to choose something here where you can break the seal yourself. You hold it in a way where your palm covers the open top as you let your friend weave the two of you through the crowd, giggling amongst yourselves. You look radiant when you’re like this. Happy and carefree from letting just a little bit of your inhibitions down. You work so hard, you deserve a little bit of fun. He just wished it wouldn’t be places like this. He doesn’t understand how everyone here can just keep to themselves when just you passing through the room disrupts the atmosphere. You smell like peach body mist, and it just hits him back against the wall when it wafts by him.

“Hi Eddie,” you giggle as your friend drags you past. You offer him a friendly smile, and hold up your High Noon as a wave he thinks. Either way, he couldn’t care less. You look so beautiful, and you smiled at him. You’re happy because of him. You’re happy he’s here. His chest puffs up slightly in pride, and he can feel himself naturally stand up a little bit straighter.

“I finished the book,” he calls after you, instinctively reaching into the inner pocket of his coat to take out his copy- to give you his annotated copy. By some miracle, you hear him. He can see your eyes light up, and you signal to your friend to go on without you.

“Did you like it?” you ask excitedly, shouting over the music, leaning in closer to hear him. His breath catches in his throat and he’s not sure he can muster up enough air to answer. He finally manages out a yes, and you look confused- clear you can’t hear him. “Let’s go outside!” you say over the music and point towards the kitchen. He gulps and nods, following your lead.

Crowds just seem to naturally part for you, and your presence is met with hellos and other greetings. You smile, and acknowledge each person who acknowledges you and you just make it look so effortless. He trails behind you closely, trying hard to not stare. You push open the back screen door, and there’s a small back porch. You’ve clearly been here before. He wonders what has brought you back here. A fight, a messy breakup, just needing air, or maybe it’s the stress you must feel being so obligated to make appearances. Either way, it’s a special place, and he’s so honored you’re sharing it with him.

“Much better,” you note, the sounds of the party muffled. “So you liked it?”

“Y-yeah,” he fumbles trying to take the copy out of his coat. He somehow manages to hand it over to you. “I uh, thought you’d want to look through my notes.”

“Cool,” you smile, “Definitely. Thanks.” You tuck it under your armpit, opting to give him your full attention. “What was your favorite part? Ah, none of my other friends are readers and I’m desperate to talk to someone about it!”

His brain short circuits when you say the words ‘I’m desperate’ out loud and he pretends to clear his throat. You also said ‘my other friends’ which clearly implies Eddie is a friend. That’s it? That’s okay, he tells himself. Good girls like you go slow, and he knows that you’re worth it.

“I really loved- uh, I underlined it,” he begins, and gestures to the book. You hand it over and he mumbles a small thanks, pushing his glasses up. He flips through the tabbed pages, and searches until he finds the right page.

“The feelings that hurt most, the emotions that sting most, are those that are absurd – The longing for impossible things, precisely because they are impossible; nostalgia for what never was; the desire for what could have been; regret over not being someone else; dissatisfaction with the world’s existence. All these half-tones of the soul’s consciousness create in us a painful landscape, an eternal sunset of what we are.”

He looks up, and the way you are looking at him has him convinced you know. You know that quote pulled every single thought that he ever thought of you and put it there in black and white. The way he feels the tension between the two of you rise as a silent lull clouds gently over the two of you- like you’re the only two people here. Every painful reminder of the false memories he conjures feels like they are slipping away, and his mind is ready to make tangible ones with you- memories he can feel, and experience with all his senses.

“That’s one of my favorite passages too,” you muse, and he nods. He’s sure his face is as pink as your top that he’s just noticed how it fits so snugly around your chest just oh so perfectly- fuck are you even wearing a bra?

“Yea- uh..” before he’s able to even respond, the screen door creaks open and someone calls out your name. The interruption seems to startle you both slightly.

“Oh, sorry I didn’t mean to interrupt anything,” the guy says poking his head out. Muscular, tall, backwards hat and a tank top with arm holes that almost reach the waist of his… ah, camo cargo shorts. Seriously, sweetheart, where do you even find these people? Oh, a mouth breather as well…

“No it’s okay, Chris, um,” you force a smile, and take a step back from him. Your attention now focused on the frat boy who looks like he’s trying his hardest to spark a thought by rubbing his two final brain cells together. “This is Eddie,” you say, introducing him, “We’re in a class together. We were just talking about a book we both read.” He purses his lips together and forces a closed lip smile toward this other person.

“Eddie, this is my boyfriend Chris.”

Boyfriend.

The large doofus has the audacity to just jerk his chin upwards as some form of acknowledging Edward’s existence, before he steps out onto the porch to press a kiss to your lips, and Edward feels like his entire world is just going to collapse in on himself at any moment.

How could you have a boyfriend? You made no attempt to see him these past weeks, or Edward would have seen. How could this major fucking road block not have reared it’s ugly head until now? You have a boyfriend, and it’s not looking like he’s going anywhere the way he’s snaking his arms around you from behind. You wiggle out of his grasp, not comfortable with the PDA which he can appreciate at least.

“Nice to meet you,” he manages to stutter out before sliding the book back into the inner pocket of his jacket. “I’m gonna be heading out soon anyways so-”

“It’s so early though!” you pout, “It’s too bad, but we’ll hook up at the next one, yeah?”

You have no idea how you’re able to take his breath away. It gets lodged in the back of his throat and he feels his cheeks redden. He knows what you mean, nothing sexual or physical by any means, but fuck- he could swear you do this on purpose. Your little innocent phrases with double meanings, and your suggestive stares, and just how fucking sweet you are.

“Y-eah, f-for sure,” he blushes, making his leave heading down the back stairs. He cuts across the back yard to his dorm building to call it a night.

You’re right that it was early, but there was no point in sticking around that cesspool of a house if you were just going to be tongue tied with that fucking guy for the rest of the night. He’d rather not see that. He needs to devise a new plan. A way for you to realize you’re wasting your time with this loser, and to realize that your Eddie has been there this whole time- patient and just ready to worship you if you only let him.

[starlightsearches]

ooooooooh can we eget a track 8 with edward nashton? maybve it's his first time but he doesnt want to tell the reader that?? love your writing 🖤

Moving Too Fast

Track 8: Start Me Up by The Rolling Stones - Give me a character and a NSFW prompt (or give me free rein) and I'll write a short blurb or headcanons about it.

Edward Nashton x F! Reader

AN: Thanks for the suggestion, friend! Here's a little love letter from me to pre-mature ejaculation uwu. Comments, likes, and reblogs are always appreciated mwah mwah

Warnings: 18+ only, some language, lots of self-loathing from Eddie, sexism, mentions of creepy behavior, making out, and pre-mature ejaculation. Let me know if I missed anything!

Eddie could have sworn it was three dates.

Isn't that what everybody said? Third date go great? Try these six tips to make him yours for sure.

Or maybe he just got that idea from some stupid magazine back when he was in college. The ones he'd shove inside his jacket before the guy ringing up all the ramen packets and dandruff shampoo would notice.

Magazines he'd read whenever his roommate was gone—when he'd stroke his cock nice and slow at the lurid words, still getting used to the idea of pleasure, guilt always sitting at the top of his stomach like an oil slick—reading about all the ways a woman could touch you. Too scared at the sight of tits to look at any real porn.

High school was where he learned what it meant if a girl let you touch her on the first date. Eddie had spent every hellish minute in those fucking locker rooms with his head ducked low, trying to avoid attention, curling in on himself to hide the body he was so ashamed of and didn't understand.

He still heard what the other boys said. Learned all the words—slut, whore, skank—practiced saying them under his breath whenever he was alone so they'd come out naturally if the occasion ever arose. (It never did.)

But this isn't a third date. It's not even a date. And Eddie's not sure what that's supposed to say about you.

He doesn't think you're a slut. There haven't been any other men here on the nights Eddie watched your doorway (before you'd ever said a word to him) from the nearby alley, standing guard, looking for glimpses of you through the windows.

No other men, and he's glad, because there's no way for him to know what he'd have done.

But you do seem eager for him—or for this, at least—with the little noises you're making against his lips, kissing him in the darkness of your bedroom, pulling him against you and all your warm skin.

A word like eager doesn't even belong in the same room as Eddie. Not directed at him, although it emanates from his body like a disease, keeping everybody at a distance.

Everybody but you.

His clumsy hands grip at the extra fabric of your baggy t-shirt where it hangs at your sides, his hold so tight it could rip at any moment.

"You can take it off," you whisper, the words slurring out in the quick pause before you're kissing him again. Eddie's lungs are getting smaller as he lifts the fabric, knuckles bumping against your waist, catching at the edge of your bra. He's lucky his grip doesn't falter, or he'd have to start over.

But maybe Eddie wouldn't mind spending the rest of his life like this—the Sisyphean task of taking of your clothes a riddle he'd love to spend all his time working out—baring your skin but going no farther.

Never needing to show the vulnerable parts of himself.

He has to pull back so you can get your shirt off the rest of the way, balling up the warm fabric in his hands. Eddie thinks about holding it to his nose and breathing deep, letting your scent wash over and through him.

But that will have to wait for another time. When you're not here. When the lock-picking kit he ordered finally shows up on his doorstep.

He rubs the fabric between his fingers instead, gripping hard enough his knuckles turn white. You drop down to the mattress, tits bouncing, and Eddie's vision blackens at the edges.

"Come on, Eds. What're you waiting for?"

To wake up. He can't think of a better answer, so he doesn't say anything, shins hitting the bed, looming over you with his too-warm body and heavy breaths. And none of that makes you push him away, pulling him closer, your body pressing and rubbing against his.

Tits pillowing against his chest as you cup your hands around his neck, tongue dipping deeper into his mouth when you raise your chin. One of your legs hooks around the back of his ankle, stroking at the leg of his jeans.

And worst of all, your palms—warm, and a little damp—slipping the bottom of his shirt out from under the waistband of his pants. Eddie feels the press of your hands against his skin like a brand, and he hopes your touch will stain him somehow because he'll never feel you like this again. Not after what comes next.

Eddie's already too close. You've hardly done anything and he's close, so hard it's painful, his tender dick pressed up against your thigh, warm from your body even through the layers he wears. He feels his heavy balls drawing tight against his skin, so desperate to spill somewhere besides his own hand.

Eddie literally begs his body to hold on, to wait, pleading silently with god, with whoever could be listening, with his own shame to stop the inevitable next step.

It's no use, as he knew it would be. Eddie cums with a moan that mortifies him down in his bones.

Your hands stop their movements, lingering questioningly at the space above his hips.

"Eddie?"

He feels your breath hit his face, lips no longer against his when you press your head further into the pillows, looking up at him as his cum seeps into the fabric of his jeans, hot and heavier than he's used to, probably soaking through and smearing over all your lovely skin.

"Eddie, did you—"

He shoots back with a cry before you can get the question out, unsure where to look, pressing his hands over the wet spot on his crotch, all his visible skin bright red and flushed.

"I'm—oh, god—I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm—"

He's crying, actually, steps away from full-blown, whiny sobs. The one chance he had to be close to someone, to be with someone, and he's ruined it.

The same way he ruins everything.

"I- this doesn't—this doesn't, uh, usually happen."

It's a lie, even without the implication that this has happened with other women. Eddie never lasts long when he's thinking about you, no matter what he tries.

It's a weak attempt, but he has to save face, has to kill the sickness inside of him.

Has to hope against hope that you won't laugh in his face.

Eddie thinks he's imagining it when he feels your hand at his wrist, insistent in its grip until your eyes meet his, not mocking, like he was certain they would be, but curious, and fervent.

"Really?"

There's this lilting appetite in your voice that Eddie could never imagine, that tells him just how dull all his daydreams had been.

"Eddie," you whisper, lips painted wet by your tongue, and you're on your knees, closing the distance he left open, "that's—"

Whatever it is, Eddie doesn't find out. You don't finish your sentence before you're kissing him again.

[the-riddlers-glasses]

Request: (NSFW and fearplay) I need one where the reader experiences Edward being the dominate one and sees his full on confident spooky Riddler side for the first time… 👀 😳

Fear Me - The Riddler/Edward Nashton x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1,185

Warnings: SMUT 18+ MNDI (dom!riddler, fear play, knife play, giving oral, face f*cking, masturbation, climax denial, genital rubbing, penetrative sex, degradation, aggression, no aftercare)

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Sitting on the bed, aimlessly scrolling on your laptop in the midst of the eery night. The cold wind blows through the slightly open window, making you shiver. You get up and walk towards the window, moving the curtains to the side gently, where is he…? you think to yourself as you latch the window shut. You sit back down on the bed, closing your laptop before you lay your head on the pillow.

You hear keys jingling at the front door of the apartment. You feel a rush of excitement jolt through your body, he’s safe. You remain on the bed as the door slams shut, his footsteps heavier than usual. His thick boots squelch towards the bedroom, and you turn to greet him as he enters.

“Hey Eddie, how was it?” You say with a smile, expecting him to fall into your arms like he usually does.

Nothing. He just stands intensely in the doorway and stares at you through his mask.

“Eddie? You okay?” You question, a slight sense of fear shuddering through your body.

He walks into the room, slowing getting closer to you. Your eyes watch his every move. He stands directly in front of you, still sitting on the bed, and places his finger under your chin, guiding you to look into his eyes. You comply and nervously await his response as he admires your face.

“Are you going to be good for me?” He groans through a breath.

Taken aback, you feel a familiar heat rush through your body. He’s normally quite gentle and submissive, but you like where this is going.

“Of course” you whisper as goosebumps develop under your skin.

With that, he begins removing his belt. The sound of the buckle clinking gets you excited. The belt hits the floor, closely followed by his pants. You look up at him as he slides his boxers down his legs, allowing his hard cock to spring free in front of your face. He’s standing in front of you, rock hard, full of confidence.

“Get on your knees” he demands.

You do as your told, and climb off the bed to kneel in front of him. Your eyes meet his as he grabs your hair and guides his cock into your mouth. You slowly slid your mouth up and down his length, teasing the tip with your tongue ever so often. He stares down at you as you picked up the pace, taking him in faster and faster, until you were gagging on him.

“Fuck you feel so good” he moaned, enough to fuel your desire to please him, even more.

He grabs your head and starts pushing himself into your throat, harder and faster. You moan around his cock, causing him to breathe out in ecstasy. Tears start welling in your eyes as his cock fills your throat, he notices this and bucks his hips into you.

“You’re such a slut for me, you know that?” he groans, still fucking your face. You try to answer, but your throat is filled with his warm length. “Answer me” he demands.

“Uh..hu..h” you moan onto his cock between thrusts.

He abruptly removes himself from your mouth, and grabs your throat, “say it.”

“I-I’m a slut for you” you whisper, trying to catch your breath.

He squeezes your throat tighter, “get on the bed.”

You do as you’re told and get off the floor, placing yourself on the bed. His domineering energy watches you place your still clothed body onto the soft quilt.

“Take your clothes off” he says, stroking himself to the sight of you.

You comply, and begin removing your shirt, bra, and then your pants. He stops you before you’re able to take off your underwear. He removes his hand from his cock, and reaches for his pocket. A slight sense of fear washed over you, but the adrenaline rush was far too intense to stop now. He pulled a small pocket knife from his jacket, and held it up in front of his face.

“Open your legs for me” he whispered sadistically.

You did as asked, and he crawled onto the bed between your legs. He made eye contact with you as he grabbed the fabric of your underwear, and cut it with the knife. You were completely exposed to him, at his mercy, he could do whatever he wanted to you. He placed the knife on your inner thigh and gently ran it down your leg, not hard enough to cut you but hard enough for you to feel the cold metal on your sensitive thigh.

“Mhhh” you moaned slightly at the overpowering touch.

He removed the knife from your thigh, placing it on the bed, and started paying attention to your aching crotch. Teasing you with his fingers, pushing you to beg for it. You were wincing at his touch, desperate for more.

“Oh you like that, hmm?” He breathed against your thigh, making you shiver.

He began to give into your desperation and pleasure you, just as you wanted. His hand moving gently over your crotch. He picks up the pace, causing you to throw your head back in ecstasy. His dark eyes watch over you through his mask as you squirm underneath him, but he wasn’t done with you yet.

He opens his mouth and begins working your groin with his tongue, moaning onto you. You buck your hips closer to his face, aching to finish all over him.

“I’m close” you whine through breathes.

“No you’re not” he smirks as he removes his tongue from you. “No cumming until I say so, understood?”

You feel overstimulated, in desperate need for release, but you fear what may happen if you disobey him, “understood” you whisper, trying to compose yourself.

He repositions himself, placing his cock against your entry, and with a small smirk on his lips, slams himself into you. You feel your head getting lighter as he’s pounding you to high heavens, and begin moaning desperately for him to let you finish.

He grabs your throat, still fucking you, “say you’re mine…and you can finish” he pants in-between thrusts.

“I’m yours. Please let me cum Eddi-“ he cuts you off.

“Riddler” he says through gritted teeth.

“I- I’m yours. Please let me cum Riddler” you say, almost in a scream.

His thrusts become more sloppy, and you know he’s close. “Cum for me” he demands.

You feel the euphoric sensation rush through your body as you hit climax, feeling his hot cum filling you up. You ride out your highs and he removes himself from you, walking out of the bedroom and returning with a towel. He wipes the mess clean and looks at you, slowly taking off his mask and placing it on the dresser.

“You were so good for me” he says, whilst unbuttoning his jacket, “did you like that?”

“Yes… I did. That was the first time I’ve ever seen that side of you” you feel a blush creep upon your face as he looks down at you.

“And it won’t be the last.”

[ilovetheriddler]

Omg omg omg!!!

Data and horror movies and smut??

Or Riddler and horror movies and smut?? (Dano or Gotham Riddler preference)

Thank you for sending a request! I hope that you enjoy it!

Halloween Fic Event.

Fear of Rejection and Haunted Dolls.

(Edward Nashton x F!Reader)

Contents: NSFW 18+ 🔞🔞🔞 Smut, Kissing, Loss of Virginity, nervousness.

You were quite pleased when Edward invited you over to his place to marathon some horror films, as someone who enjoyed them, you saw this as a double win, you'd get to watch some hopefully good films and snuggle up with your boyfriend. Overall, it is incredibly ideal for a date in your opinion.

The first few hours of you being over there for the day was great. You had already watched Saw, the original Halloween, and now you were on Annabelle. Now, while you enjoyed horror overall and loved the amount of work that went into horror movies.... you weren't fond of haunted dolls. In fact, you were slightly afraid of them.

Edward couldn't help but let out an amused chuckle every now, and then whenever you'd jump or cling to him, he picked this film out, knowing how much it would make you jump. After a few minutes of simply taking in your wide-eyed expression, he spoke up.

"You know...... you look really cute when you're all jumpy like this...."

"I am not jumpy! I'm... reasonably afraid of haunted dolls.... is there something wrong with that?!"

"Not really.... I actually find it endearing that something like this scares you so much. It's interesting..."

The two of you sat in silence as you continued watching the movie, the tension building for two entirely different reasons, with You being nervous over the haunted doll film and him being nervous over the idea of making a move on you tonight.

It ultimately reached a breaking point. However, as you moved closer to him as a result of being startled, your leg just barely rubbed up against his crotch, but it was enough to set him off. You let out a surprised yelp as you were suddenly pushed back and pinned against the couch, his hands tightly grasping your wrists, keeping them pinned near the sides of your head. His gaze was intense as he stared directly into your eyes.

".....C-can I touch you? Please...? Would that be okay?"

"... Of course, I've told you that you can repeatedly now."

"I know that.... but... I um.... I've never actually... been fully intimate with someone in that way before... and I don't want to mess everything up..."

You felt your eyes widen as his words fully sank in and dawned on you. He was a virgin and was afraid of not being able to satisfy you. You found it slightly amusing how much Edward often worried about these types of things but also understood his anxiousness over it.

"Eddie.... I promise you that you won't mess it up, just do whatever feels right, and I'm sure it'll be perfect."

He was quiet for a moment, thinking over what he wanted to next, before he leaned down and pressed his lips softly against yours, choosing to take a cautious and gentle approach to showing you his affection. After a bit, he slowly began kissing down your neck, unbuttoning your shirt as he went.

Once it was off and thrown onto the floor, he quickly attempted to undo your bra's clasp, struggling with it for a few moments before getting it undone and off. He took in the sight of you underneath him, his breath already coming out heavy and labored.

"O-oh.... oh wow.... you're so beautiful...."

His hesitantly brought his hands up to your chest, cautiously moving one of his hands over your breast, giving it a light squeeze as to test the waters to see how you'd react. He took the pleased sound you let out as a sign to continue.

The next handful of minutes he spent paying attention to your breasts with his hands and mouth was heavenly. He had an excited, lustful, and needy look in his eyes as he went about him actions gleefully. However, once he moved down more and had taken off your pants and underwear, he was suddenly a lot more nervous again. You ran your hands down his bare chest, stopping at his waist and slowly unbuckling his belt. His voice carried an underlying nervous tone as he spoke.

"A-are you sure it'll be fine?"

"I'm positive, Eddie. I want you."

You quickly pulled down his pants and boxers, and he let out an embarrassed squeal, his face becoming horribly flushed as your gaze settled on his hardened cock, a generous amount of precum already dripping out of it, much to his embarrassment. You had a strong feeling that he wouldn't last long once he was inside of you, which you didn't mind since it would be his first time experiencing something like this.

He settled himself between your legs, his gaze meeting yours for a moment before he asked you something.

"Um... Should I... you know um... use my fingers first? Or... am I just supposed to... put it in?"

"Honestly, with I'm feeling right now, either is fine, whichever one feels more like what you can handle doing."

He thought about it for a moment, ultimately torn between the two options, but an overwhelming need to know what it felt like to be buried inside of you won out in the end, as he cautiously positioned his cock at your entrance, a shiver running up his spine as the tip rubbed against your folds just barely, before suddenly thrusting in without any hesitation, He immediately realized how bad of an idea it was to go all in at once with his lack of experience as his eyes went as wide as plates and his breathing became incredibly ragged.

"F-fuck.... Y-you feel so... good... A-ah... This is... a lot more overwhelming than I thought it would be...."

You drapped your arms over his shoulders as he remained still, attempting to adjust to the feeling and also calm down slightly, he didn't want to cum so quickly, he wanted to last at least a bit longer. After a few minutes, he slowly started moving, just barely at first before he eventually got into a decent rhythm, until he ended up Cumming only a few minutes later, much to his embarrassment.

You had to spend the rest of the evening reassuring him that it was really good and that it was okay that he came so quickly, he needed a lot of reassure, a lot of it, but that was alright, you didn't mind.

[abrcmswrld]

NSFW Alphabet | TFE!Edward Nashton x Reader

Word Count: 1,979

Warnings: SMUT (18+ MDNI), seriously this whole thing is smut and that’s it, AFAB terms used

Summary: A collection of drabbles centered around sex with my version of Edward Nashton from my fic series: The French Exit.

Author’s Note: This is dedicated to the discord server. I’ve loved getting to know their Eddie’s. Thank you for giving my Eddie a chance.

HBD Pookie<3

A = Aftercare (What they're like after sex)

He's tender and clingy, keeping his arms wrapped around you for as long as he possibly can until you finally nudge him off to clean up. After that he's helpful, he loves taking the time to wipe you down. He'll take any excuse to touch your body, really.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

He's never given it much thought for himself. He's always thought himself to be below average in most categories. Whether it's looks or strength, he's always felt himself fall short. But he can recognize that he excels in brains. He is quite proud of the mind he has.

When it comes to you however, he can't find a part that he doesn't like, but the feeling of your thighs is absolute heaven to him. He loves to sink his fingertips into the soft flesh as he laps his tongue over you or as he fucks into you slowly. He also loves to rest his head on them and feel your fingers trailing through his hair.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically... I'm a disgusting person)

He will cum anywhere you ask. By the time he reaches his climax, he’s putty in your hands. Any dominance he may have held is gone as his legs shake. You want him to cum on your stomach, back, face, inside you? He’ll do it. But if he’s being honest he prefers to finish inside of you. The sticky slickness as he continues to rut into you even after finishing is the perfect overstimulation.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He's very voyeuristic. To an alarming extent. The view from your window is just perfect. He can feel the pressure in his pants the moment you begin to undress after a long day at the office. Of course, you know exactly what he's doing and you secretly get off on it too.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?)

He has very little experience. Aside from a pity handjob in his early 20's, he's avoided most sexual interaction. He doesn't find it easy to go on dates. He has a decent idea of how things work as he has watched plenty of porn in his lifetime, but I wouldn't call him experienced.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

His weak spot is missionary. He loves to hover over you with you caged in him arms. He enjoys taking it one step further and lifting your leg to his shoulder. It gives him the same pleasure of seeing your face with an added bit of pressure that gets both you and him to the edge faster than any other position.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

You’re the one person he can let a chuckle out with. He tries to embrace that side of himself in closed off spaces with just the two of you, such as the break room. But for some reason he can’t make it translate into the bedroom. He’s never been so intimate with someone before, it’s very serious to him. He’s too focused on the ecstasy of the moment and the feelings he has for you pouring out to goof off at all.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He keeps himself trimmed decently. He tried to shave completely once, but ended up giving himself awful razor burn and cuts. He’s not been a fan since.

He doesn’t have a preference for his partner. He loves for them feel confident however they choose.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect...)

As previously said, he’s never experienced such intimacy with anyone before. Never had someone touch him with such tenderness, like they want to heal all of his wounds, internal and external. He often finds himself crying during the act. It’s not a sadness response and it’s something he’s found he can’t quite control. He just wants you to know how much he loves you in that moment. He wants to be as close as two souls can possibly be.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He’s masturbates decently often. More often after developing a crush on you. Less often when the tension breaks between the two of you. He’d much rather feel your hand, mouth, heat, than his own hand.

Before you, his relationship with masturbation wasn’t great. Years of catholic guilt can do that to a person. He often fights the feeling of shame after his release. He struggles to enjoy the feeling of bliss while coming down. Watching you pleasure yourself for him, and the way you whimper and smile through it intrigues him, and he strives to be able to enjoy himself in a similar fashion.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Voyeurism: This is his big one. It’s questionable at times. He knows it’s sick, the way he watches you through your window, but he can’t help himself. It’s as if you left the curtain open as an invitation.

Even as your relationship progresses, he finds himself asking you if he can watch as you pleasure yourself. He loves to observe. He loves to take note of the things that make you whimper.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

He prefers the comfort of your home. It’s warm and safe and comfortable. Nothing else to bother the two of you. Although he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about bending you over his desk at the office. He finds himself getting hard in his pants as he thinks about it, looking over his shoulder at your concentrated face as you sit at your own desk. He pushes the thought away for his own good.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

He’s ashamed to say that everything you do turns him on. He hides it out of fear of offending you or making you believe he only likes the sex, but it’s the little things that get him going. The way you bite your lip while you concentrate on work, the way you laugh at his jokes, the brush of your legs up against him, it all turns him on.

N = NO (Something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

He’s not big on any form of weapon play. The idea using a weapon (even in a safe and monitored way) on you makes his stomach turn rather than turn him on. He doesn’t like to mix that side of him with your intimacy.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He definitely prefers to give rather than receive. Not that he doesn’t enjoy receiving, but he gets just as much pleasure from eating you out. He loves to bury his head between your thighs and rut against the mattress. Pull him in by his hair and he will cum in his pants.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

His pace depends on the mood he is in. Sometimes he enjoys a loving, slow pace. It allows him to slowly take you apart, piece by piece. But sometimes he loves to drive into you fast and rough. The sound of his skin slapping against yours spurs him on. He loves the way your eyes roll back as he abuses that spot inside you.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Shockingly enough, Edward enjoys quickies. He likes to think of it as a miniature version of what you always do. If you’re pressed for time, if the two of you have work, he loves to get in one last fuck. He loves to cum inside of you and watch you leave for work right after.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

His entire life is a risk. The Riddler is a risk. He’d rather not bring you into that risk. He’s seen the way that porn frames scenarios of risky public sex to look enticing, but he just can’t bring himself to enjoy it with you. He’d never put you in a risky position on purpose. You’re the one pure thing in his life.

However, he is willing to experiment with kinks inside the comfort of your own home. He’s supportive when you ask and always tries his best to feed into your fantasies, even if it doesn’t always stick for you guys.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last...)

His stamina is dependent on his mood at the moment. If you have him extremely riled up, he is ready to go multiple rounds with little to no recovery period. However, sometimes he loves a good lazy fuck and to just cuddle up to you afterwards in a hazy, tired bliss.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He’d never owned toys before you. He’d thought about it, but never gotten the courage to try them for himself. He knows you own many though and he enjoys using them with you. His favorite is pressing your vibrator to your sensitive bud as he fucks you deep. He loves the way it makes you squirm under him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves to tease and be teased. Although he does find it difficult to tease you for very long. He loves to hear you beg for him and the moment a soft ‘please’ escapes your lips he gives you everything you need.

He loves when you are unfair to him. He loves the playful look in your eyes as you gives him teasing kisses and licks all over his body.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He tries but is generally unsuccessful at holding in his cries and moans. They often come out as a choked off and whiney mess. He loves to hear your sweet noises. He nibbles at your weak spots until you cry out his name. It makes him smile into your flesh.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He loves to see you wear his clothes. He has to hide the erection growing in his pants when he does something as small as giving you his jacket to wear when you’re cold. It’s such a small action but the way his clothes practically swallow you makes his heart race.

X = X-Ray (Let's see what's going on in those pants, picture or words)

Watching porn all those years hasn’t helped his self esteem. He finds himself feeling insecure about his size a lot. He’s about average length, but is decently thick. He loves it when you let him know how much he stretches you, and the way you clench around him as he drives into you. It’s the only thing that can ease his insecurities.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

He is ready to go pretty much whenever. All it takes is the slightest touch of your hands down his chest and sides and those longing kisses, and he is ready. He finds that his sex drive is much higher since becoming intimate with you. It’s a new experience and he finds himself craving you often.

Z = ZZZ (... how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He has gone most of his life struggling with sleep. The orphanage had given him horrific night terrors and his sleep schedule has never been normal. But, after sex with you he feels a calm wash over him that he can't explain. For once he is peaceful and finds himself drifting to sleep rather quickly.

[delenygma]

FANFICTION | Liberosis | Edward Nashton/The Riddler x Reader (AO3)

We can't always keep our demons at bay. Early-Riddler Edward Nashton x Reader.

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TW: panic attack. 

Originally published on AO3 in March 2022.

You help him to get the gloves and windbreaker off, throwing them onto the dirty floor of your minuscule apartment. Gently, you guide him towards the bathroom as you mutter words of reassurance. Uncertain of whether they are getting through to him, they are at least somewhat calming you. You are trying your best not to show just how much Edward appearing at your doorstep in the middle of the night, in his full Riddler get-up, has shaken you up. 

“Sit down.” You indicate towards the rim of the bath. He does just as you said, irregular breaths being the only sound coming from beneath his mask. 

You notice just how tightly he grips the edge of the bath in an attempt to steady himself, to stop his body from being wracked by violent trembles. You wonder what happened, but decide not to pry. 

“Edw- Eddie.” You say, softly yet forcefully. Kneeling, you find yourself almost at eye-level with him. You notice that he blinks rapidly at the sound of his name and his eyes, bloodshot, meet yours for a second. “Can I take the mask off?” 

His dilated pupils widen as he shakes his head. 

“Look,” You sigh. “You need to breathe. It will make you feel better. That’s a promise.” 

Edward thinks over your words before finally lowering his head down just a little, almost in defeat. You slowly reach the back of his head and unclip the mask. You pull it off from his face and gently put it down on his lap. It is a part of him, after all. 

His face is a ghastly shade of pale, save for a few red splotches where the mask dug into his flesh. A single tear rolls down his face, marking a black dot on his dark-green hoodie. You cup his face in your hands, his soft features warm and clammy from crying against your cold hands. He whimpers at your touch.

“Don’t think. Just focus on your breaths.” 

“I-I c-can’t not… F-fucking… Think.” Edward says, his words broken apart by quick breaths. 

“Shh.” You start to gently stroke his cheeks with your thumbs. “It’s okay.” 

Gradually, he calms down mesmerised by your touch, save for an occasional stray sob. 

“I’ll get you a glass of water.” You stand up and begin to leave the bathroom, but Edward seizes your wrist and draws you back in front of him. He whispers your name, his voice rough. 

“I-“ You look down at him just as he looks up, his eyes once again meeting yours for a split second before darting away. “I-It’s not… I wasn’t supposed to… Feel like this anymore. I w-was supposed to…” 

His voice cracks and something inside you does, too. Breaking away from his grasp, you draw him closer to you, his cheek now resting against your stomach. You bury your fingers in his hair and feel him let out a long, shuddering breath. 

You feel Edward’s hands clasp slowly around your waist. It seems as if the entire world has fallen silent, except for the sounds of the bustling metropolis which is just waking up, its veins already swelling with rage and lust for revenge, coming through your bathroom window. 

[danosrosegarden]

kinktober idea: edward nashton wearing panties and being fucked in the hole like a little sissy pillow princess, m or f reader works ^_^

comfort zone - edward nashton x fem!reader headcanons (NSFW) ౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚♡

kinktober 2024: 2/31

{contents ♡ strap usage, teasing reader, praise}

{word count ♡ ~700}

♡ the secret felt like rusted grime he couldn't quite wash away from the pads of his fingers. if he'd take a second to think about it logically, edward would come to the conclusion that it was harmless. he just liked to play dress up, that's all. who was he hurting by rifling through your drawers while you were out? but logic and clear thinking wasn't part of the equation in moments like these. it was just sweat-soaked skin and panting. swiveling hips and a head thrown back in ecstasy.

♡ what really made the sizzling hot shame sear into his skin was that reaction. it was bad enough that he spent his free time trying on your underwear. it was even worse how much he loved it.

♡ he liked dragging his fingers along the small satin bow sewn near the top. he liked the feeling of the delicately woven lace laid against his skin. he liked the pretty colors, the pretty patterns, the pretty textures. goosebumps prickle on his skin each time he pulls the garments over himself. already hard, already leaking. he tries to skirt around staining the fabric, but he can't bring himself to care much when he's rubbing himself through the lace and chewing down on his lip to stifle the whimpers. god, it's so good. and it's utterly disgusting.

♡ he's panicking and nearly reduced to tears when you catch him one evening. he thought you'd be out for longer! no, no, don't look! he's sorry. he's so, so sorry. he understands if you never want to see him again. he's sorry. he's sorry.

♡ it was almost as if you could hear the woosh of his frenzied heart as you walk over to where he's sat on your bed and grab hold of his hands.

♡ you say there's nothing to worry about, nothing to feel ashamed over. he doesn't believe it for a second. his eyes are filling with glossy, humiliated hot tears and he's shaking his head with shame. you're trying to let me down easy. i know you think i'm weird. just go. that's what you want, i know it.

♡ well, if he's going to be a little bitch about it, you suppose you have no choice but to prove he doesn't need to fret.

♡ you've toyed around with the strap before, and he went wild for it every time. you liked to see him like that, so eager and open. so ready to beg for more, please, i need more. the adorable ways he'd try negotiating: i've been so good for you! i've been your good boy. please, please, i'll take whatever you give me. it nearly sent you over the edge, watching him crumble into incoherent pieces. all for you.

♡ you're yanking him out of his comfort zone by making him keep the panties on, just tugging them down and out of the way as you slide into him and feel him deflate with pleasure. you're aware that it's probably frightening. but his slack jaw doesn't look like resistance. his hands desperately gripping at the sheets don't feel like apprehension. and the high, quivering whines spilling from his mouth certainly don't sound like the safe word.

♡ it's undeniably thrilling to watch him work for it. you liked to tease a bit, occasionally slowing your hips and listening to his frustrated groans with a wicked smile.

♡ he didn't even have to form words anymore--his body begged for him. the trembling thighs, the arching of his back. he was delectably malleable.

♡ he melts entirely when you speed back up and fuck into him harder. aren't you a pretty boy! that's my beautiful boy. so good for me. my good little slut, aren't you? yeah, that's right. so worked up for me. can you hold on just a liiitle longer, honey?

♡ one day he wouldn't fight you on his place in your heart anymore. he'd stop squirming away from his dirty little secrets like they were something to feel burning hot shame over instead of letting himself indulge in them with you. until then, there was just no choice but to show him how deeply he was wanted. carnivorously desired. lusted after. hungered for.

[chuckmaider]

Those F*cking Polaroids

So, I saw Dinner in America recently and I don't know what just happened but it occurred to me to do this.

If you saw the movie you'll understand and if you didn't see it it doesn't really matter and its not really necessary bcs only part of it is based on the movie.

English it's not much frist language, pls sorry for any kind of error.

The Riddler/Edward Nashton x obsessive! gn! reader

Summary: Reader meets Riddler while browsing the Internet and becomes obsessed with him and his plan to unmask the city, and... Maybe send some curious Polaroids after hacking his address.

Warnings/tags: Obsessive behavior, address hacking, a bit of humiliation kink (reader), tall reader (like 2 o 3 cm more than Ed) , weird reader, creepy reader, obsessive reader, a little bit of dom! Reader Sub! Eddie, Eddie is weird too, prob autistic reader(?) and I so sorry but this si so Out of Character Eddie (idk how to write him I'm sorry 😭), I feel like this is kinda boring so uhm at least the beginning es very boring but um it's very long too i think soo Im sorry idk, we need more insane reader

I met The Riddler when I saw a video of him on some strange Internet page that I was on, it was one of his first posts and the beginning of his...career. At first I was just curious about what he wanted to do, we both had a lot in common about what we thought of the city, both of us were abandoned and discarded by those who claimed to take care of us, to look out of us, to give us a better life. Over time I started to see him more, I made an account and saw him on his page, sometimes, very rarely, I would comment on my opinion about what he said, and he really seemed to notice me.

I can't really say when I started to obsess about him, I guess from first moment that I saw him, something happened to me and that's why I kept seeing him.

I felt something, I felt something, I felt something when I saw him, and I think that's what led me to... Take this further. I didn't feel much, not because I was insensitive, I could feel, but nothing was really that exciting or interesting to capture my attention enough to make me feel anything. I work in a coffee shop, it's small, but sometimes fun things happen with customers, but not enough to keep me amused or not bored for the rest of the day, but there's one customer in particular, who comes almost every day, asks for a cappuccino, a pumpkin pie and sits for hours with a notebook to write. Sometimes I keep looking at him longer than necessary, it's interesting to know what might be going through his head, or what things he'll be writing about.

I was sitting watching the news on the small TV in the cafeteria, it was just me and the usual customer, he was, as always, writing things in his notebook. They were talking something about the Mitchell boy, a guy running for mayor of the Gothic City, just like everyone making empty promises, talking shit and more shit.

"This is crap, he should kill himself quickly and then maybe there will be a real change in this fucking city” I whispered thinking that no one would hear me, I took the remote control and was going to change the channel, but a voice stopped me “wait, I want to listen” it was lucky that there was no more noise than the TV and a few cars passing outside, otherwise I wouldn't have heard the low voice that spoke. I turned to look at him and left the control at the inn “do you support that shit?” I asked him, he looked at me for a few seconds and shook his head ���no, of course not, he should kill himself for real change” I looked at him for a few seconds, and without saying anything I gave him a small smile. We didn't talk again after that, a new customer arrived and the old one left, I kept my eye on him as he left, and I could see how he sent me one last look and continued on his way.

After work I returned home and prepared for what was coming, today The Riddler (as we called it) would be live at night and I wanted to see it, but I had some things planned to do first. I studied programming for two or three years, I didn't finish my degree thanks to my lack of money and motivation, but I learned enough things to be able to do what I was going to do. Some would call me immoral, sick, or maybe call me a crazy and obsessed freak, but I wasn't interested right now, it never did. I took my computer and started, went to his page and copied the link, continued to go to other forums, writing codes and finally after a good hour I was able to locate his address (or at least that of his computer), I must say that he was quite protected, it cost more than other times, but I succeeded. I smiled when I saw the small bright spot on the screen, which indicated the exact place where his (I assume) house was right now, I didn't plan to know his identity, of course, I wanted to know who he was, but my plans were different.

I put on my clothes, exactly like his, and waited for the live show to start. I took my Instant Camera and left it aside from the computer. As I listened to his voice I could feel my body starting to warm up, I twisted myself a little in my chair and kept looking at him. After 10 minutes, i was hot enough and I started. I lowered my hand and put it under my pants and underwear, let out a sigh and tilted my head back, continued stroking, rubbing and I felt my climax approach, I accelerated my movements and with my free hand I took the camera and took a photo at the time of my ejaculation, waited for the photo to come out and throw it aside, I took my shiny hand out with my cum and took another photo of it, making sure that it could see the computer with the live one.

As the live went on, my breathing calmed down and I smiled excitedly. I could still feel my face warm because of the blush and the moisture of the sweat on my body “this is for you, Riddler...” I thought as I watched the screen. At the end of the live, he said goodbye to everyone and I closed my computer, took a notebook and wrote the Letter I had planned to send him along with the Polaroids

𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘳𝘥, 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵

𝘐 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦.

𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘺, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦.

𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶,

𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘶𝘯,

𝘴𝘰 𝘐 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦.

𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴,

𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸.

𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵�� 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘰𝘧𝘧.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘬.

I kept the Letter together with the Polaroids in a dark green envelope, closed it and saved it for sending tomorrow.

This became part of my routine for months, I wrote him letters, sometimes poems, other times I told him about my day and other times I told him my ideas and plans that he could use to unmask the city. Watching one of his lives, I could notice at one point that he had some Polaroids stuck on the wall, they weren't noticeable enough, but I noticed them.

In those months, I began to talk more with the customer who frequented the cafeteria, his name was Edward, I was never good with names, but I could remember his. We were quite similar, and even if neither of us really talked about their private life or past, I could tell that we had common opinions and other similar tastes, such as music. We were both part of a religious choir, my family was extremely religious and they put me in a church choir, which I left one day, the day I escaped from them. Edward loves riddles and all that kind of thing, he's really good with numbers too, riddles stressed me out, but numbers and calculations always helped me, as did technology. Edward was intelligent, he knew a lot about a lot of things, I didn't, but I liked to hear him ramble and digress about everything he wanted, I liked to hear him and feel that he could teach me, or easily humiliate me in anything he wanted, I studied programming and yet he seemed much wiser on that subject than me

Over time, I started to have some new feelings, feelings for Edward, at first I thought they were friendly, for being my first friend in years i was just excited, but I noticed things, I started to notice too many things in him, and I couldn't help but want to be with him, not as a friend. One day when I asked him for his number, I picked up his phone and quickly installed software and connected it to mine, it had his location and I could see everything he was doing on it, and although I know that there's no justification, I thought “it's to protect him, it's quite naive...” or so I thought. I didn't spend all my time seeing what I was doing or if I was talking to someone (which I didn't really do, I didn't talk to anyone but me)

After work I used to follow him, a part of me couldn't really get to his house, but I always saw him, constantly. I was so enthralled with him, too much, that it started to become painful. Edward, My Edward, was too much for me, everything I felt for him. I started compare him with him, with the Riddler, and I realized things that maybe I shouldn't have done. Looking at his address, I finally noticed his house was in the exact place where the Riddler lived, but it couldn't be him right? Even so, he couldn't know him either, he told me he lived alone, and I know he didn't lie to me.

While I was still with Edward, I continued to fall in, his way of talking, of thinking, of moving, his way of living with others, his hair, his eyes, his lips, his glasses. Everything about him had me trapped, entangled in him, and I didn't want to leave. Obviously, I hadn't forgotten Riddler, but he was different, I couldn't see him or feel like Edward, yet I kept sending him letters and photos, I was still his faithful follower.

I needed to know, I needed to know if what I knew was true, if all these months of research and incredible stupidity had worked, and in fact, Edward is The Riddler.

I warned at work that I was sick so I wasn't, I knew that Edward was at work and that, if my theory was correct, no one would be home. I went up the emergency stairs and saw his apartment, it had white curtains and the window opened easily, I suppose that when we are together I could fix it to make it safer, any freak could come in and do who knows what things. I could see when I was already inside, a large mural with everything related to Batman, the Waynes and Gotham City, I had a small computer in the inn and it was all quite messy and dirty, and full of papers and notebooks. I heard the jingle of the cage that was on the other side of the room and I saw that there were some rats inside, very good Edward, I won't judge your hobbies but I really wouldn't like to live with rats. I saw what the bathroom was like and it was quite dirty, it had empty pill bottles and in the corner there were some dirty clothes. Whether I took a shirt or not is not important. Finally I ventured to what would be his room, and even though his whole apartment was shouting The Riddler at me, I needed one last confirmation, being someone's most private room, I assumed that if Edward really was who I thought he was, everything should be there. I opened the door slowly and the first thing I saw was the large green fabric with the question mark in the middle characteristic of Riddler's fund of his lives, my breath was cut short for a moment and I felt as if I could ejaculate right now. It was him, Edward was, Edward is, the Riddler.

Then I saw them, I saw all of them, the Polaroids, the photos that I sent him together with the letters, each and every one of them in a space on the wall, attached to one side of his bed, there were some separate ones, marked as Favorites, he kept them, he stuck them, he really had me on his wall without even knowing that it was me.

I stayed for at least fifteen more minutes in his room, until I decided it was time to go, not before leaving a small hidden camera, just in case. That same night I couldn't sleep, after watching Riddler's live and knowing who he really was behind that beautiful mask, it could be said that I enjoyed masturbating too much watching him, the Letter was quite intense, demonstrating my devotion and love for him like never before. The next day I was still quite shocked but I knew how to hide it, until Edward, the Riddler, My Edward arrived... When I saw him I became more nervous than I usually would, not out of fear, no, of course not, I was ecstatic, my face burned just thinking about him and having it in front of me it felt as if I had just opened an oven and all the heat would come from it. “Hello Edward, the-the usual?” I asked him, feeling how my voice trembled very slightly “yes, thank you” He told me and sat in the inn in front of me. While I was preparing his coffee and taking out the piece of pumpkin pie I could feel his gaze on my back, burning and burning so exquisitely, I loved to feel his attention on me even though I was almost always the one who had his attention on him all the time, not because he wouldn't pay attention to me, but mostly I let him talk, and I contributed everything I could, but I loved listening to him too much to interrupt him. “Here, your coffee and your pie, it goes around the house, you don't need to pay anything” I said as I handed him his coffee, Edward looked at me surprised “what? -No, it's not necessary..!” ireplied, My Edward is so thoughtful. ”Don't worry Eddie, nobody here cares too much” I tell him and let out a giggle, I look at his eyes and notice that he relaxes, smiles and thanks me, proceeding to drink his coffee and eat his pie.

“Edd, would you like to come to my house today?” I asked her suddenly, seeing the surprise in her eyes, I could see her plump cheeks turning red and I smiled internally when I saw her reaction “you-your house? - I-i don't wanna bother you" he said "you could never bother me Edd, all these months and you don't know it?"

“Sorry, yes, but Uhm.. I have - I have some things to do and I really don't think I can go, I'm sorry” I could notice the nervousness in his voice which made me smile and want to play with him a little more "Come on, they can wait a day” I could see how he frowns and tried to disguise his surprise “what-what? Th-they what?”

"The work, silly. That's why you have to go home right? I know your type of job and they always leave a lot to do even after you finish everything” I could see how he visibly relaxed and the tension was leaving his body. “Yes, I suppose it can wait a little...” he smiled shyly at me. I told him to wait for me for a while since my work ended at 7 (what was in about fifteen minutes)

We walked for about twenty minutes until I reached the door of my apartment, “you know Edward, I've wanted to tell you some things for quite some time, I want to” I start talking as I open the door of my house “I did my homework and I was really surprised by the result, you know?” I let out a laugh, i still don't look at him as I entered the corridor and I locked the door “just in case, there have been some robberies around here” I say calmly, he looked at me confused just a few steps away from me. I looked back at him and finally dropped the “I know who you are, I know you're the Riddler” bomb.

“Who are you?” He seriously asks me “don't worry Eddie” I smile mockingly “I won't do anything to you, nothing you don't want at least” Edward takes only two steps towards me but immediately retreats as I approach him “don't even try anything Eddie, it's my house, I know it better than anyone” I walk slowly to him seeing how he goes back to girls with the wall next to the door that leads to the living room. Being close enough to feel his breath on my face, I start talking, “you know, I dreamt about this more times than I should, but before it wasn't you, well, it was you, but I didn't know it. Fantasize about the Riddler more times than you have done about destroying the city and its corruption. Later, I met you, we start talking and I could obsess with someone with a real face and name, but then... They were never two people were they? Just two personalities, Edward and Riddler” as I spoke I could feel like all their attention was on me, our eyes never disconnected until I approached him and whispered softly in his ear “but between us, we both know what the real one is, right?” I returned to his eyes, and for the first time it was me who kept talking, all too excited confessing to him. I took his shoulders and guided him to the door next to him, turned him around and made sure that his back would rest on me and let his eyes see all of my room, where everything related to Riddler and Eddie was, each of the points I connected and some photos I took without him noticed it “after a quick visit to your dirty apartment, I was able to confirm every single thing you see there, the Riddler was, in fact, my Edward” I squeeze his shoulders, and my voice breaks slightly thanks to my head, supporting my head on his shoulder and looking at him sideways, seeing his reaction to everything, I smile more broadly, I could confidently say that It's going to hurts my cheeks if I went on like this more time. “You, little mouse, were the cause of my obsession for months, and not only the Riddler, but also like Edward and, I swear, finding out that they were always just you, everything increased at least a hundred times more” I walked up to him, now looking at me again “Edward, Edward Nashton” I put my hands on his blushed cheeks “everything you see there is for you, And more, all the insane things I've done since I met you I did them for and for you, I am completely yours from the moment I found you, and oh God, seeing how you kept and pasted those Polaroids that I sent you was like getting to heaven, seeing that you really saw me without even knowing who I was makes me squirm in my bed like a teenager in love. You didn't know it and you already missed me”

Eddie put his hands on my hands that supported his cheeks, and spoke for the first time in minutes “it was always you, the one with the Polaroids..? Were you always the one who wrote all those letters to me? For Riddler?” she asked softly looking into my eyes “of course it was me, of course it was always me, Eddie” I smiled at him big time. "You don't- you don't know how those Polaroids affected me, what they did to me... You don't know how much those Polaroids worked on me...” the intensity in his gaze could cross walls if he could, but in me it only pierced my heart “oh Eddie-” without being able to finish, I felt like Edward kissed me intensely, melting at his touch I let myself go, I felt his teeth hitting mine thanks to the hardness of the kiss, his tongue entered my mouth and with pleasure I let him do what he wanted with me, his hands came down from mine to my waist and they hugged me tightly, I let out a moan through the feeling, his mouth and mine, his lips and the Mine, his tongue and mine are twisting, Edward let out a moan when he felt my pelvis hit his, being able to feel his growing bulge in his pants.

I took his hands and slowly raised them up my body until I left them on my shoulders hugging them, instead I lowered mine and tucked them under his jacket and t-shirt, feeling their quality leather. I slowly went up and down my hands all over his torso, squeezing his skin on my hands, feeling like Eddie let out small gasps in the kiss.

After a hot session of kissing and touching as a result of an intense declaration of my love for him, we were lying on my bed, staring intently at each other without saying anything, too busy keeping every detail about each other to talk. “Edward” I call him in a whisper, getting a “hum?” on his part “this isn't a dream, is it?” I asked him, “if this is a dream, I wish I would never wake up” and he answered.

Hello! This is the first fic that I will publish here on Tumblr, I don't know if I make it constant but if you like the way I write (which I doubt because I myself feel that it is quite bad, especially since it's not in my language)

I feel like the ending goes by very quickly, I'm sorry it's 1am and ik tired, and I'm also sorry for the very likely OOC! Edward, I'm not very good at capturing the essence of a character already created unless I created it hehrjee I'm sorry

Even with all that, I hope that if you finished it and it didn't bored you, you liked it and you can make any suggestions and/or corrections to me, I don't know if I'm taking request or something, but you can still send them to me and I'll see if I could do them:)

[smellydano]

good boy || edward nashton

edward nashton x afab!reader smut

warnings: soft dom!reader, sub!eddie, prn without plot, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), teasing, riding, fingering (f receiving), if i missed anything lmk !

synopsis: i don’t have a good synopsis it���s just eddie being a little meow meow sub baby

word count: 1904 (i promise i’m trying to make them longer LOL

a/n: i haven’t posted anything in a while it feels, i promise i’m still writing and working on requests! i just have a lot going on :3

“would you like to take this off me, eds?”

eddie nods as his shaky hands make their way to the clasp of your bra, attempting to unbuckle the beautiful lacy fabric. you giggled as he struggled, eventually separating the clasps. he slowly pulled the straps down your arms, watching as your breasts drop gracefully in front of him.

“good boy, now what about my undies? do you wanna take them off too?” he moaned at your words, especially the name he’s been accustomed to. he swallowed another moan, hands trailing towards your hips. he slowly started to pull at the waistband when you stopped him.

“ah ah, on your knees.” you looked up at him with a smirk as you stopped his hands. he nodded with a shaky breath, moving down to his knees. his face meets you at waist level, you feel his breath on your stomach as he slowly pulls the matching lacy panties. he didn’t understand how they were comfortable, as they barely covered anything.

eddie lowered your panties down your soft legs, his fingers trailing down your thighs. you lift your legs out of the underwear, eddie tossing them to the side with your bra. you ruffled his hair, watching him smile as he looked up at you like a god. “aww, such a good boy.” you coo at him, his cheeks turning a quick pink.

still on his knees, you cupped his cheeks. thumb gliding across his cheekbone as you whispered praises. “you’re being such a good boy, eds. do you want to touch me?” he nodded quietly, hands to his side as he waited for your permission.

as soon as you gave him the permission he was desperate for, his hands made their way to your waist. he pressed kisses onto your stomach, slowly trailing further down. he wanted to please you, as best as he could. he wanted to treat you as his own god, worshiping your body as such. his kisses got closer to your aching cunt. he looked up at you, waiting for your permission once again. you nodded, his lips quickly make their way to your cunt. he shuffles his knees on the hardwood floor, attempting to get comfortable. his tongue pressed against your clit, wiggling back and forth. you let out a loud moan, gripping eddie’s hair with force, shoving his mouth against your cunt.

“fuck, you’re doing so good, baby. getting me all ready for you. such a good boy, you know exactly how to take care of me.” he let out a whine as he heard your words, his cock straining painfully hard against his pants. you push his head against your pussy, his nose nudging against your clit as his tongue worked its way through your slick folds. he lapped up as much as he could, your wetness covering his cheeks. you could feel his slight overgrown stubble against your cunt, making you moan out. while gripping his hair, you slowly moved your cunt against his mouth, grinding yourself on his lips and nose. you heard a muffled whine, looking down and watching him work your pussy with his tongue.

“c-can i use my fingers?” he asked, pulled away enough for you to hear him, although he was still muffled by your cunt. you looked down at him in awe, “what do you say?” you question.

“can i use my fingers, ma’am, please?” he pleaded, looking up at you with puppy pleading eyes. he wanted to make you feel so good. you let out a breathy moan, “go ahead, good boy.”

he didn’t waste any time, swiftly bringing his fingers up to your sopping pussy. he slowly brought his index finger to your hole, pushing in as much as he could. you moaned loudly, holding his head in both hands. he added another finger, wanting to stretch you out as much as he could, to prep for his cock. your breathing pace got quicker, mouth dropping open as you watched his fingers thrust inside you. your sounds of pleasure letting him know he’s doing a good job. he smiles into your cunt as his tongue lapped against your clit. he looked up at you, watching your body react to his work made him painfully aroused. his cock now hard as ever, making him groan with every moan that falls from your lips.

you pulled his face away from your pussy, admiring the slick left all over his face from completely devouring your cunt. he gave you a dopey smile as he looked up at you, already pussy drunk. you giggled, caressing his cheek. “you want to get undressed for me? you did so well taking my clothes off, i want to see you take yours off.” you said with a smirk, tilting your head as he stared up at you. he kept his gaze as he got up on his feet, awkwardly playing with the hem of his shirt.

“do you need help, baby?” he whined and nodded as your hands found their way to the hem, lifting it off his pretty torso. you threw his shirt to the side, admiring his beautiful chest and tummy, running your hands up and down them. his breathing got quicker as you made your way towards his belt, swiftly unbuckling it and pulling his pants and boxers down. you watched as his cock slipped free from the constraints. he stepped out of his pants and kicked them away, never taking his eyes off you.

“lay back, baby. you treated me so well, let me take care of you.” you pressed your hands on his shoulders, pushing him very gently. eddie fell back onto your shared bed behind him, adjusting himself to get comfortable. you climbed onto the bed, on top of him. you spit on your hand, then brought it towards his cock, slowly pumping him. eddie’s whines filled the room, he’s been on his best behaviour, waiting for this moment.

“aww, listen to you. such a good boy for me, baby. can you keep it up?” you whispered in his ear, sending shivers down his body. he quickly nodded, “yes m-mommy. please.” he whined, his eyes closed, mouth open, desperate for any touch you’re willing to give him. you smiled, watching his body react to your touch. his hips slightly pushing up, he held back what he could, making you push his hips down with your other hand.

“shh baby, don’t move your hips. or else i’ll have to punish you. we don’t want that, do we, baby?” his head shook as he whined out in fear. “please mommy, i can be a good boy. please pretty mommy!” you smiled down to him, looking at that cute cherub face, his precious cheeks, his gorgeous pleading eyes. you couldn’t stay mad at him. you lifted your hands off him, trailing them up to his chest, rubbing his chest. your thumbs occasionally ran against his nipples, which made him throw his head back with a moan. you chuckled as he cried out in pleasure. with his whining, you threw your leg over his side, finally straddling him, exactly what he needed. Your core slid against his hard cock, biting your lip from the friction. eddie was a mess underneath you, gripping sheets to hold himself from cumming over the simple pressure of you on top of him. you guided his dick along your cunt, then swiftly sinking onto him.

eddie let out an almost animalistic groan, face contorting from the pleasure he so desperately needed. you gently bounced on his cock, hands holding yourself up by his shoulders. your tits directly in his face, he leaned up towards them, smiling wide as he pushed his face between your tits. His whining continues as you ride him. you creep up towards his face, pressing light kisses all over his cheeks as he held your hips, helping you guide yourself.

“fuck, you fill me up so good, eds. y-you’re such a good boy.” you whispered into his ear, kissing the stray tears on his cheeks. he looks up at you as you sat up on him, moving your hips in a way that he couldn’t handle. your knees pressed against the bed as you kept your pace, lifting yourself up and down.

“p-please mommy, i n-need to fuck you. please pretty mommy, p-please!” he begged, his attempt to hold himself back wasn’t working, as he was so pussy drunk from you. he tried to keep his hands where they were, but he couldn’t help himself, he loved your body. he worships your body. the way your cunt clamps down on his cock, almost milking him, he was obsessed with it. with you, and your beautiful body. you chuckled, brushing the stray hairs from his face as you guided his hands where they needed to be.

“you want to fuck mommy? aww, you’re so cute. come on, baby, show me how you make mommy cum.” you cooed, teasing him slightly. his excitement through the roof, he gripped your hips and fucked into you, bringing his knees up to support you. his hips thrusting into yours at an impossible pace, he threw his head back with a whine.

profanities spill from your lips as you kiss him, breaking the kiss occasionally to let out more. his own cries following. his cock hitting the spongy spot inside you, making your stomach burn. your sink yourself onto him at a faster pace, your moans and his filling the room. he looks up at you on top of him, tits bouncing, mouth open, he watched as your hips worked its magic on his cock.

eddie had full blown tears trailing down his cute pink cheeks, letting out sobs as his hips met yours. with his mouth agape, you stuck two fingers inside, which was met with his lips wrapped around your pretty digits. he sucked on them as you pushed them in further, pushing in and out. “i wish i could fuck that pretty little mouth of yours, eds. your lips wrap around my fingers so nicely. i bet a strap would fit so much better. what do you think, baby?” you whispered, sending him into orbit.

he came immediately from your words, hips stuttering as he filled your cunt. his orgasm led to your own, milking his cock as you rode out your high. eddie shook underneath you, holding onto your hips for dear life, surely bruises would appear in the next couple days. you slowed down your bouncing, settling on his cock as you both came down from your orgasms.

you leaned down and kissed his cheek, making your way down to his neck. “i never said you could cum, baby.”

eddie’s eyes shot open, realizing he came without permission. his lips start to tremble as he looks up at you, your goddess like figure still sunk down on his cock. he never came without your permission. he knew he always needed permission to cum. but he couldn’t help it!

“i’m sorry mommy! i’m so sorry! please forgive me!” he begged, eyes glazing over with tears. you caressed his cheek, calming his cries. you pressed a light kiss on his forehead, “it’s okay baby, but that’s not what good boys do. good boys ask to cum. i think this calls for a punishment.”

his eyes were filled with list and fear, preparing himself for the punishment about to come.

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a lil teaser to a probable part 2 !!

this is a lil different than what i usually write ,, so lmk if u liked this !!

i’m trying to work on more shit, maybe some other not dano related content because i’m a whore

as always, requests are always open! likes/reblogs/comments are always appreciated !! tysm for reading 🖤🍄🧚🏻

[ricoelpobre]

Would u guys*** tumblr doesn’t let me edit

[the-odd-devil]

The Sky Is Dark, But I See You : Chapter 1

Edward Nashton x f!reader Dark Academia College AU

Summary : Edward Nashton caught your attention instantly, how could he not? You've never seen someone like him, from his boyish feature to his fashion sense, everything makes him standout. But you're totally normal about him.

Word Count : 1 578

Warnings : None I think? Tell me if you find any! (there will be smut and other riddler paraphernalia in the future chapters)

Author's Note : I'm soooooo excited for this fic hihi! I really love the dark academia aesthetic and I wanted to do a college AU fic for Eddie and I feel like the vibes really match! Plus Gotham is already very dark academia I feel like! Anyway, I'll add a link for the mood board of this fic later! Enjoy <3

Update! thank you so much @always-andromeda for helping me and proof reading! it's always so fun and so useful for my english to work with you! <33

Chapter I : It'll go away

The weather today is particularly shitty. Which is saying something, because the weather in Gotham is always awful. Usually, you don’t mind it. You like – no – love the rain. You’ve always found beauty in the tiniest things; things that others find ugly and disturbing. But you think that there is beauty in everything. 

The ambiance Gotham has when it rains is substantial. Everything seems to be a blur. All your senses are affected.  The smell of the street changes, humidity suffocates you, the usual noisy sirens and vehicles are muffled by the falling water. Some days, you take off your jacket to feel the drops on your skin. 

But today is not that kind of day. You sprint from the subway station to the main entrance of Gotham University, taking no time to appreciate it’s beautiful gothic architecture. You don’t even notice  the fact that at this time of the morning the lights are still on, making the building even more imposing, rising in the dark and foggy sky. 

Once again you’re late to class, you couldn’t get off the bed after working all night at the college cafeteria. You fucking hate that. Having to rush to find where the room is, not being able to choose your seat or take a coffee. All of that stresses you out even more than you are already. And you rapidly start to fall into a cycle of feeling not good enough. You’re late, you feel like your grades will never be high enough, and that you’ll never be able to pay your student loan. You’ll be in debt all your life in a city that couldn’t care less about the ones who need it the most. 

When you arrive in front of the closed door, you wait a second to take a deep breath. You will not let your mood impact your grades. You need to make a good impression in this new class. Feeling ready, you knock on the door and open it. 

“Good morning, sorry for being late…” you say, first thing, while looking at the professor.

“It’s okay! The storm really had made it difficult for everyone. You can take a seat.”

You scan the room, searching where to sit, when you see him. A big smile grows immediately on your face, fixing him. He dives his head in his paper immediately when he notices you too. You could see his face becoming red even from his seat at the bottom of the class. A light chuckle passes through your lips as you sit a few rows before him. You saw him rapidly looking from his paper to you while you crossed the room and can feel him looking at you now that you are in your chair. 

You think you noticed him for the first time in your very first year at Gotham University. He had made you turn your head all the way back to follow his figure as he walked through the same corridor as you. He looked down almost immediately after noticing your stare. Your college friend, Sarah, was looking at you questionably before chuckling at how cartoonish the action was. The next few times you walked that corridor the same week, you completely ignored Sarah talking to you to spy every corner to see him. But hey, you were just curious. His looks and attitude made you want to know more. He didn’t look like any other student you had met in the cathedral-like building. You could tell by watching him walk that he was shy and reserved. The other times you met him going from one class to another had confirmed that. He kept excusing himself in a worried, soft tone every time he even brushed against someone. He was also always alone. Which only made you want to learn more about him. And be his friend; his only friend.  He reminded you of your younger self, always too scared to stand out, trying to make yourself as tiny as possible, hoping that nobody would notice you, and not having friends because nobody wanted to hear you talk about your favorite cartoons. His look also instantly drew you to him. You’d never seen someone who looked like him. You found him very beautiful, but in an unusually boyish way. He didn’t have the playboy physique that you usually saw on magazine covers. His face was round and soft, and he had high and visible cheekbones that made him so appealing. His eyes seemed to always sparkle despite his loneliness. His lips were so delicate, you could only imagine what he looked like when he smiled, changing the shape of his eyes and accentuating his cheekbones. You surprised yourself wondering how you could make him smile when you’re alone with your thoughts. You also loved his fashion sense, distinguishing himself further from all the other students. You could tell right away that all his clothes are thrifted. Some were ridiculously large on him; like his mother had given him his brother's hand-me-downs. And some were a bit too small; so tight that it made you wonder what he looked like underneath all that fabric. He also seemed to wear an infinite amount of layers, which made you question how he didn't suffocate over the summer.

Strangely, his outfits were always coherent with some recurring garments and an earthy color palette, greens being the most prevalent. His wardrobe consisted of old knitted sweaters, vintage trousers, washed out white or beige shirts (sometimes paired with a tie). And he always wore the same shoes; old, deep brown, low rise docs which allowed you to see his often mismatched funky patterned socks. It ended up making him look more academic and in theme compared to the other students, almost like he'd been born and lived in the walls of the university. His look and features are amplified by his silver wired and oval glasses, accentuating the boyish, academic look. The glasses immediately caught your attention, and you used them as a pitiful excuse for why you were looking at him in the first place.

“Oh, I just really love his glasses! I need new ones!” you told Sarah, who responded by rolling her eyes at the fact that you held your gaze even when his back was to you.

Sarah is a really good friend, always there for you. But she was immediately done with your bullshit. She wasn’t dumb or blind, and sighed every time you denied your attraction to the mysterious boy as you forced her to take the seat in front of you so you could get a good view of him or when you completely tuned out her voice every time you crossed paths with him. You told yourself that you were being totally normal about him. You’re just intrigued, you reasoned, only looking at him occasionally, where you are, in fact, borderline stalking him. You had started following him when you were alone and had memorized his schedule just two months after seeing him for the first time. You hoped he wasn’t questioning the fact that he’s seen you so often. 

And still, you haven’t spoken to him. Neither has he approached you. But you know he noticed you. He probably noticed you the first time you looked at each other in the hallway. He noticed you multiple times after that. One time, while studying at the library after carefully choosing your spot, you smiled at him. He froze, blushed, and then looked down at his paper with extreme intensity for the rest of the time you were there. He didn’t even look up once, you got time to take a coffee and go to the bathroom, he hadn’t moved, his face bright red. You thought it was the cutest thing ever. So, you gave him your prettiest smile every time your eyes met and soon became addicted to all his reactions. Blushing, sometimes glasses fogging, other times bumping into someone and babbling mindless excuses while his books fell, fixing the ground while picking them, avoiding your gaze. On rare occasions he maintained eye contact. Intense, burning eye contact, before picking all his things and running away. Soon you wanted more, more reactions, more babbling. You were hoping to become the only thing on his mind. It seems to work, you caught him more than once looking at you thinking you wouldn’t notice, sometimes, you’ll let him do, other times, you caught him, he almost spit all his coffee once. He does drink a lot of coffee, to a point where you're pretty sure his smell has a hint of it, probably mix with cheap detergent and deodorant, you’re imagining a warm, floral tint to it, combined with the smell of old books. You’re totally normal about him, though. The little hearts you draw on his coffee cup when you serve him at the cafeteria is just a nice touch. Because he can’t look you in the eye when he orders with the most shy and soft voice that resonates in your head every night before you fall asleep. Especially not when you see him choose the same spot to sit in everyday, where you can smile and wave to him, making him choke on his coffee. 

And it’s totally because you don’t know anybody in this new class that, when prompted to choose a partner for the class, you wrote his name down next to yours without asking him.

[pixie-nymph]

Riddle me this:

NSFW

EDWARD NASHTON x F! READER (you’re catwoman lol)

Okay this is my first post here lol please bear with me idk how to navigate everything 😭

Also yea I know the story is a bit cringe I got carried away lmfao

Plot: you are catwoman and you find yourself conflicted as to who your true enemies really are when you fall right into the lap of the most notorious serial killer in gotham

Warnings!!: 18+ CONTENT, MINORS DNI, riddlerxreader, smut, violence, mentioning of blood/bruises, maledom?, powerplay, suggested femdom, violent language, mentioning of gun use, unprotected sex, suggested overstim, enemies to lovers kinda??

Word count 11k (11139, its a juicy one )

The rain poured down down in a thick, almost suffocating way. Clouds glooming over gotham, coating the city in a dark layer of doom once again.

The city has been in chaos. A masked vigilante similar to you, was roaming the streets, yet he was more arrogant and self righteous. The Batman. People would call him. You were only doing this for a couple of weeks now. Saving people and especially animals was a hidden passion of yours. All those years hiding in your apartment just watching how the city was falling apart. You couldn’t take it anymore. You had to take matters into your own hands. And if Bat Boy could do it, so could you. Tonight was a quiet one.

You were standing in the tower on 21st, looking for your next hustle. The next person in need. The next stray to pick up and take home.

A sudden noise made you turn on your heels, ducking down almost grinding your nails into the concrete pillar.

“Bad kitty” a deep husky voice coming from the back of the roof. Barely noticeable. “Tsk tsk tsk"

You jolt up trying to squint your eyes to further investigate the darkness.

“Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to play with fire?” the voice started to get closer, louder.

Thick, heavy boots made their way to you, dragging the wetness from outside over the hard concrete floor.

“Who’s there?” You yelled, still not being able to make out the figure who was now barely a couple feet away from you.

“Here’s a Riddle for you.” His voice darkened, “I am one with one to spare, lest I lose eight. I'm not a number. What am I?”

Suddenly it became clear who was standing in the tower with you. Your heart started to pound out of your chest, almost as if it was loud enough for everyone to hear.

“Riddler” you stuttered, mostly whispering it to yourself.

“Wrong aaanswer.” He chuckled. He was finally close enough so you could make out his figure. A thick dark mask covering his head. The translucent glasses sitting on top of it, adorned in raindrops which were trickling down the thick green vinyl covering his entirety.

Your eyes widened.

In one swift motion you tried pouncing at him, but he had other plans. Stopping you in your tracks, he held what it seemed like a detonator up into the air.

“I wouldn’t go any further.” He threatened, tilting his head ever so slightly.

“What did you do?” You exclaimed.

“Just a little surprise for your cats at home.” His mask moving ever so slightly, told you that he was grinning underneath it.

Tears started streaming down your face, soaking your own cloth mask. The costume you had sewn yourself in the middle of your living room, surrounded by your flock of felines, suddenly felt tight. Suffocating your whimpers, you wiped the tears away. “Don’t fuck with my cats.” You said sternly.

You took every ounce of courage you had and tried to grab the detonator out of his left hand. Yet he stopped you once again in your tracks, grabbing your throat, firmly holding you in place, lifting you up from the ground. You grabbed his arm, digging your claws into the thick sleeve of his coat, trying to scratch away at his hand around your throat.

“You really need to control your emotions better, miss kitty.” He snarled at you, tightening his grip.

“P-please” you managed to get out a breathy word. “Don’t hurt them” you whimpered.

“Awe look at you pleading for mercy.” His grip on your throat still tightening with every breath you took. He was way bigger in person than what he looked like on his streams. His hand almost encompassed your entire throat.

“I’d do anything please.” You shakily got out. Slowly the room spinning around you, everything turned into a haze.You felt your last bit of air escaping your lungs.

“Anything you say?”

He let go of your throat, letting your exhausted body plummet to the hard concrete floor.

You took a huge breath in, your larynx still sore from the sheer force of his hand. The room was still spinning while you tried to compose yourself.

But not too long after, two hands lifted you up from the floor, smashing your backside into the concrete pillar. The cold stone sent shivers down your spine, hitting your head ever so slightly.

His face was merely inches from yours and you still hadn’t caught your breath at all. You tried to fight him off but the lack of oxygen in your body made your attempt to wiggle out of his grasp look futile at best. His green eyes staring at you through the thick clear acrylic of his glasses.

“You’d do anything for your strays?” He growled.

Still struggling to find your voice, you nodded. Tears now streaming down your face again. You didn’t know what it was, if it was your pleading or the sheer randomness of this situation but he let go, disabling the detonator.

“You would make a great sidekick one day” he laughed.

You pushed him off of you now.

“I would never help you, you sick son of a bitch” your voice barely even there.

You jolted forward in pain, hunching over coughing your lungs out. When you looked up you suddenly were alone again. Where did he go? Should you go after him?

The cats. You jumped down the tower holding on to the steel ropes the construction workers had attached to the scaffolding. Hitting the ground with barely any noise you ran to the back of the building and hopped onto your bike. Surely you must have ran a thousand stop signs on your way home and almost crashed into a semi turning to the corner of your street.

Rushing up your apartment you stopped at the door. What if he wired the place? You turned the knob ever so slightly. No other mechanical noises. Opening the door ever so slightly one of your cats already pushed its way out into the hallway. You kneeled down and petted his head. “Oh paulie.” you cooed. “What would I do without you?” You now opened the door to your apartment. Nothing seemed out of place. Only a singular rose adorning your coffee table standing in the middle of your apartment.

“A cat.” Read the note. The answer to his riddle. 9 lives. Of course.

You turned around frantically, scanning the apartment for clues or traps. Nothing. The coast was clear. You tore the mask off your head and let yourself plop down onto your couch, leaning your head back. Your throat ached, your body drenched in adrenaline sweat and rain. Paulie sat down on your lap knowing he couldn’t be there for long. You needed a long warm shower after this hell of a night.

Shortly after stepping out of the bathroom you fed the cats and flopped into bed. You gripped onto your sheets, the cats crawling into bed with you. What if he comes back? Was the last thought before you drifted off to sleep.

Days went by. Nothing. Still nothing. You never heard of him again. The occasional news channel broadcasting his streams would send shivers down your spine. He could have killed you right then and there. Why didn’t he?

You fought off the occasional robber, predator or drug dealer. Nothing too hot. You wanted to help people, not just aimlessly getting yourself in trouble. This time though, it seemed like you bit off more than you can chew.

It was Friday night and you sat down in your favourite bar. Just enjoying your drink while simultaneously scanning the crowds. You noticed the TV. They were broadcasting him again.

“Hey vinnie can you turn it up a bit?” You asked the bartender.

“Sure thing y/n” he went to grab the remote.

“Everyone will find out what kind of city gotham really is. This great deal of change? Change? The only real change is happening behind the main stage.”

His words ever so slightly muffled by the mask. The thick, green vinyl mask. You instinctively put your hand on your throat. The bruises still adorning your skin ever so slightly.

“In these trying times, just remember. Your loved ones are only a phone call away.”

With that the picture cut out and it was back to normal broadcasting.

Suddenly your cell phone started to ring, almost causing you to spill your drink over the entire bar.

Fishing for your phone in your purse you finally got ahold of it. “Unknown caller ID” the big bold letters staring at you.

Shakily you accepted the call.

“Hello Kitty.” A familiar voice echoing through the speaker.

“How did you get my-“ he cut you off.

“Don’t worry about that right now. How about you come help me with a task?”

“Help you? Are you out of your goddamn mind?” You hissed through the phone, already gathering your things, making your way outside.

“Its a juicy one, what do you say?” He teased you.

“I told you I wouldn’t help you.” Your voice was shaking.

“Fine, then how about you help your batty little boyfriend?” He laughed.

“He’s not my boyfriend.” Once again your tone was sharp and stern.

“Fine by me. Just let him die with all the drop heads in the building then.” The call disconnected. Fuck.

As much as you couldn’t stand Batman, the drops rings were getting out of control and you wanted to get to the bottom of it. How would you even know where to go? The iceberg lounge. Would it be worth the risk going back there? You waited tables there not too long ago but quit once you felt like things were getting out of hand. Waitresses disappearing only to turn back up dead in alleyways. You had to go. Jumping on your bike you raced there, quickly changing into your suit next to the back entrance.

Now or never. You opened the door ever so slightly to take a peek at what was going on. The club was..empty? Only the music blaring loud as always. What was this some kind of sick joke of his? Suddenly you heard loud metal clanking coming from inside. You pushed your way inside, staying in the dark corners of the hallway. Apparently not dark enough.

“I got one” a tall man grabbed you from behind, yelling out into the room, the music muffling his tone.

“Huh would you look at that.” The music stopped. A familiar voice filled up the room. “These goddamn vigilantes are ruining the business.” A man snarled.

“Put her with the other one.” You tried to wiggle out of the mans grasp but soon he had a pistol pointed at your neck, pushing it into your skin.

“Let me go” you hissed.

“Oh we got a fiesty one” the man growled.

“Show her to me Giovanni.” The man dragged you into the middle of the room, dim spotlights only showing you so much. The penguin. His gold tooth gave him away in an instant.

“Pretty little thing. What could we do with this one?” He said in a dark tone, lifting your chin with his index finger.

You spat at him, earning a slap across the face not long after.

“Take that bitch away.” He snarled. “Throw her with the other one.” Batman must be here too then.

The man guided you harshly to another room within the establishment. A cellar room with almost no lighting. He threw you onto the cold stone floor.

“Don’t even try to escape.” He threatened you shortly after slamming the door. You tried banging against the door, trying to get it to open. Not a chance.

“Don’t waste your breath.” You heard a dark voice, echoing through the room. “Hello?” You stuttered. No one seemed to be in here with you.

“I’m in the next room.” The vent on your left side. You finally noticed where the noise came from. Sliding across the floor you dug your nails behind the dusty metal, ripping it off the wall, peeking through the hole in the wall. Batman.

“How did they get you?” You asked sheepishly.

“They threatened to kill the mayor’s son. This drops shit is getting out of hand. They will do anything to stay in the business.” He scoffed.

“But what have we got to do with all of this?” You asked.

“We go after bad guys that work for them, go figure.” He ridiculed you.

“How are we gonna get out of here?” You asked, your tone growing more concerned.

“Worry about yourself sweetheart.” He scoffed again. What an asshole. Suddenly the sprinklers activated.

“Oh what the fuck.” You yelled. With no detectable drainage anywhere the room was filling up fairly quickly with water. Soon it was pooling around your ankles. It stopped.

“Are you gonna fucking drown us??” You yelled out. No answer.

“Calm down. They’re trying to toy with us so we back off.” Batman said in his familiar dark voice.

You scoffed. What an asshole.

This spiel went on for hours. Soon the room was filled up to your thighs. The water felt ice cold around your legs and there was no leverage to hold on to to escape it. Standing up for hours in freezing cold water wore you out pretty quickly. It must have been the middle of the night. You leaned your back against the wall hoping it would be over soon. After what seemed like an eternity, the door flung open, draining the water out of the room, tearing you down with the current. Exhausted you laid on the wet floor when two sets of arms pulled you up and carelessly dragged you into another room. You were abruptly thrown onto a chair, your hands tied behind your back, your ankles tied to the legs. The men stood next to you awaiting the next person to join them. To your surprise, two people entered the room, one more familiar than the other. No. It couldn’t be.

“Missed me?” You heard the familiar muffled voice through the thick vinyl of his mask.

“Oh you two have been acquainted?” The penguin asked curiously. The penguin and the riddler? What sense does this all make?

“We ran into each other once or twice.” He chuckled, closing the door behind him.

“What now boss?” One of the strange men next to you asked.

“Well we’re gonna make her purr don’t you think?” The penguin turned his head to the riddler. He nodded in agreement.

One of the men next to you slapped you across the face.

“Who do you work for? The city? The mayor?” The penguin hissed.

"Nobody." You scoffed, spitting blood out of your mouth.”

“You’re telling me you don’t work with the cops?” The Penguin scoffed.

“No you old bastar-“ another hit to your face, this time with the back of a gun, splitting open the skin on your forehead. You felt warm blood running down your eyebrow.

“Now explain to me this then sweetheart” the penguin took a couple steps towards you, “how does the police know about our drops shipment you so rudely interrupted last week taking out one of our men?”

Fuck. That was his man? You thought it was just some random dealer you took out.

“I- I don’t know.” You spat out blood again.

He motioned one of the guys to do something again.

The guy grabbed you from the back by the jaw and held a knife to your throat, pressing into your skin only enough to make it sting.

The riddler now formed his hands into fists.

Suddenly a loud noise echoed in the hallway making you flinch. The knife on your throat was quickly removed, almost making you think he dragged it across too fast while removing the blade, making you bleed. The penguin and his companions went out of the room to check on what it was. The Riddler stayed in the room with you. His eyes fixated on you. You glared at him as he stepped closer. “And so we meet again”

He chuckled.

“You lured me into a trap.” You snarled at him. He grabbed your jaw and pushed your head back so that you had to look up at him. Getting really close to your face again he said “You took the bait. Did you want to see me again?” He grinned. Mustering your face he frowned at your wounds. Taking a closer look at your neck he dragged his finger across your clavicle up to your chin, smearing the small amount of blood over your skin.

“Did they hurt you too bad?” He sounded concerned all of a sudden.

“I-“ suddenly shots could be heard in the hallway, illuminating the corridor for a split second before the fire stopped. The riddler rushed to the door to close and lock it. You were trapped with a psychopath. Completely helpless and tied to a chair. He seemed frantic, almost like he suddenly didn’t know what to do. He didn’t seem as confident anymore. Glancing over to you now giving you a questioning look he motioned you to stay quiet. The door flung open with a brutal amount of force and an unfamiliar armed man tried to tackle the riddler before being shot in the back by another dark figure you couldn’t quite make out.

You tried to get out of your cuffs, tearing at them, almost making your skin bleed. Riddler saw what you were trying to do and stopped you in your tracks, holding down your hands. The man entered the room and frantically asked “what about her? Let’s just kill that bitch. We need to get out of here.”

Your eyes met the riddlers and you were almost pleading for help at this point.

“No I don’t think so.” The riddler snapped back at him.

“What is wrong with you?” The man hissed at him. Taking his big rifle, he pointed it right at you.

“I’m not done with her.” The riddler snarled.

“I don’t care about your little personal agenda.” The man snarled and stormed past him to get to you. “We’re being attacked right now, lets get this over with.” The man still had his rifle pointed at you.

“I said NO.” The riddlers tone was stern and he was almost yelling when you heard the metallic cocking of a gun being loaded.

Suddenly everything went black. This was it. They shot you. You’re dead. You felt yourself falling over in the chair, your head hitting the cold and wet concrete floor.

The last thing you heard was a clanking sound from someone messing with your handcuffs.

POV change

I had been watching her for weeks. She was new to the scene and surely she must know me. I always got so excited thinking about whether she watches my streams or not. I didn’t mean to lure her into this. I only meant for her to get scared. I didn’t know the intentions of the penguin. When I thought he wanted to eradicate the vigilantes I didn’t think he would just kill them in cold blood.

I couldn’t bear to look at her in this moment. Her face beaten in. Blood adorning her skin. The bruises I left on her barely faded. The light of my desk lamp, barely illuminating the room in my apartment. After the guy tried to kill her I don’t know what happened. Something just switched within me. I had to get her out of there. No shots were fired luckily but they did bash her head in pretty hard. I just hope she wakes up soon. What if she doesn’t? I don’t know how this is going to go.

POV change

You could barely open your eyes. The headache you had was unbearable and the room was already spinning before you could even get a good look at where you were. Slowly blinking your way into the light you realized you weren’t in the cellar anymore. You were laying on something soft, yet cold. Like a leather couch. Jolting up you realized you also were not wearing your soaking wet clothes anymore, but an old giant shirt you didn’t recognise. Your head was pounding.

“Finally awake are we?” A far too familiar voice echoed through your head. No. It couldn’t be.

You looked around the room to see a dark figure in the corner of the room that wasn’t very well lit. You squint your eyes, holding your head. The blood had dried on your skin, flaking off into your hands.

“Where- where am I?” You barely managed to get out. Were you even safe here? “Am I safe?” You whimpered.

“That depends. Are you going to behave?” The dark figure asked out of the darkness of the corner. You were very sure of who he was. Being absolutely strung out and beyond exhausted from your wounds you didn’t really have much of a choice but to comply. “I don’t have much of a choice here do I?” You scoffed.

Finally he stepped into the light. “No I think you don’t.” He held a cigarette up to his mouth and took a long drag before putting it out in an ashtray on his desk. The voice matched who you were imagining but the face? No mask? No thick green vinyl and cling wrap? Only the thick framed acrylic glasses were adorning his face this time. His face.

“Are you going to kill me?” You asked sheepishly.

“Now why would I let you off that easily?” His tone darkened.

“Because now I know what you look like.” You snarled.

Throwing the blanket off of you, you jolted up from the couch, trying to quickly scan the room to escape through the next door you find. Only your body had other plans. Your head was pounding so hard it made you dizzy and you managed to barely take two steps before tumbling to the ground, scattering magazines all over the floor in a weak attempt to hold onto a table.

He quickly rushed over to you, putting his hands on your shoulders, ever so slightly trying to lift you up . “Are you okay?” His tone sounded extremely concerned. You pushed him off very quickly. “What the fuck is your deal, let me go.” You hissed at him. His expression changed and suddenly he seemed disappointed at the words you were throwing at him. He distanced himself. His brown locks were hanging thick onto his forehead as if he just came out of the shower. You could smell the cigarette smoke on him but also the freshness of his shower gel. You looked up at him, tears forming in your eyes.

“Wha- what are you going to do with me?” You whimpered, trying to crawl backwards into a corner. You didn’t even want to imagine his next twisted, evil plan he had for you. Was he going to use you as bait? Or use you for a detonator like he did with the old mayor?

“Nothing I promise. I-“ he sighed “I just didn’t want them to kill you. I’m not done with you.” His tone got dark again.

You were holding your knees close to your body burying your face in them. The wounds on your face stung ever so slightly. He got closer to you again. You grabbed the next thing you could find, a remote control and pointed it at him.

“Don’t you dare touch me.” You threatened.

“Or what, are you gonna turn me off?” He laughed. His smile actually looked fairly nice. You never saw his mouth behind the mask. It looked kind of adorable. What? You must’ve really hit your head way too hard. The riddler? Adorable? Not in any lifetime of yours. He slowly grabbed the remote control out of your hand. “Let go, please let me explain.” He pleaded.

You hesitantly loosened your grip and he put the remote onto a table next to you.

“Listen, you’re hurt. Can I at least help you before you attack me again?” He said, now in a much softer tone. You were hurting pretty bad and again you were terrified of him. You basically had no choice but to again, comply.

“Fine.” You sniffed, wiping your nose. He put out his hand to help you up.

“After this, its back to mortal enemies I promise, I just want to fight fair.” He chuckled. You smiled. Hey stop that. He’s not funny. You slowly put your hand into his, his hand completely encompassing yours. They were huge compared to your hands. Several of your nails had broken off as well. With a swift yet controlled motion, he hoisted you up from the floor. Ashamed of the lack of clothing in your body, you tried to pull down the shirt you had on. The shirt. How did you even get into that?

“Where is my suit?” You hissed, looking up at him, tugging on the fabric adorning your body.

“Okay now, calm down, it's in the bathroom on the heater to dry. You were completely soaked.”

“You undressed me??” You yelled at him, the pressure making your head ache even more.

“You still have your underwear on, I didn’t look!!” He threw his hands up in protest. You glared at him. At this point you were so done with this bullshit of a situation.

“Okay well could I possibly get some pants?” You stared at the floor in embarrassment. Your face completely flushed at the thought that he stripped you out of your suit.

“Of course.” He tried to put a hand on your shoulder, but you pulled away. Your skin was on fire. His disposition changed once again from a compassionate smile to a disappointed frown.

“Don’t.” You put your hands out. Everything hurt and the only thing you wanted right now is to go home to your cats.

“Okay, no touching, got it.” He turned around to go to the other room. This is your chance to get out. But making a couple steps trying to be as quiet as possible you knew you wouldn’t even make it to the next block. You didn’t even know where you were. Let alone what time of day it was. You looked around the room. It looked quite messy, blueprints, sketches and little camcorders everywhere. There is was. His Mask. On his desk. You slowly walked towards it lifting your hand to touch it when a door behind you was shut.

“Hey I found some- what are you doing?” He glared at you. Your feet shuffled your weight from one to the other.

“I was just- I”

“You were trying to snoop around.” He accused you. Swiftly coming towards you, his feet heavy on the carpeted floor of his apartment, he stopped right in front of you.

His green eyes were looking down on you, you couldn’t hold eye contact whatsoever so you just looked away. His hand grabbed your jaw “Don’t. Touch. Anything. Without permission.” He spat at you through his teeth. Your eyes widened in shock and pain at the same time. Noticing that he was hurting you he let go instantly. “Sorry.” You whispered. He held out a pair of navy blue sweatpants.

“If you want to wash up, the bathroom is down the hall to the left. Yell if you need anything.” You nodded and grabbed the pants. With your legs shaking you made your way to the bathroom. His apartment was actually not half bad. A big bathtub right in the middle of the bathroom instantly caught your eye. That would be heavenly right now.

You put the sweatpants on the toilet seat and took off the shirt he put on you. Nirvana. Nice. At least he had good taste. He didn’t lie, your underwear was still completely in tact and on your body, if anything just a bit wet still. You stepped out of your panties and took off your sports bra. Or well, tried very hard to get out of it. But taking off a sports bra was a task in itself let alone a wet one. Your shoulder hurt from you hitting the ground and you just couldn’t get it off of your body. No way you were asking him for help. You were gonna die trying. You noticed a pair of hair cutting shears on his sink. This was the only solution right now. You turned on the water to fill the tub. Next to it were actually a bunch of oils and soap so you just put whatever into the water. Anything to relax now.

The water soon turned a milky purple color. You were still determined to get out of your bra. Taking the shears, you cut your bra right down the front so you could just take it off like a jacket. You threw it on the floor. The tub was almost full now so you turned off the water and slowly dipped your leg into the warm water. You had several scratches and wounds all over your body, so it stung getting into the tub. You hissed between your teeth and let your body slowly glide down into the water. You leaned your head back, quickly realizing that was a bad idea since you got dizzy straight away. Maybe a bath wasn’t the most wise thing to choose right now. You took a sponge from the edge of the tub and began lightly scrubbing off the dirt and blood off your skin, quickly turning the water into an unpleasant color.

“The towels are under the sink!” He yelled through the door making you jump.

“Uh thanks!” You yelled back. Jeez can he leave you alone already? “I think I can figure out a bathroom on my own” you mumbled to yourself.

You tried to relax your body as much as you could but given the fact you were in the apartment of the most notorious serial killer of the city right now, relaxing wasn’t really an option here. Especially with how vulnerable you still were. What would happen once you came out of the bathroom? What were his plans? Did he really think you would believe him when he said he wants to play fair? So many thoughts rushed through your head. And now you’ve seen his face. His face. His rounded cheekbones, his pink lips forming the perfect little smile and his big nose. He looked way less intimidating than you imagined. Not as.. disheveled as you thought. You let yourself soak in your thoughts for a little while longer until the water wasn’t as warm anymore. Slowly you tried lifting yourself out of the tub, groaning in pain.

“Everything okay in there?” You heard from outside the door. Jeez overbearing much?

“Yes I’m fine.” You hissed at him. Pulling the plug of the tub the dirty water started to slowly go down the drain.

You tried to hold onto anything you found for leverage. Opening the cabinet under the sink you were expecting towels. It was empty. Is he serious? Was this some kind of sick joke?

“Hey.. uhm.. Riddler?” That was the only name you knew to call him.

“Yes?” Again, coming from right outside the door.

“There are no towels.” You yelled back, your voice growing weaker the more you spoke. Your throat was still sensitive.

You heard a muffled “fuck” coming from behind the bathroom door.

“I must’ve forgotten to put them back, give me a second.” You sat down onto the bathmat. Suddenly you heard the front door open and close.

Did he just leave?

Was this an actual chance to escape now? You got up, opening the door and peeking out. At least you weren’t incredibly dizzy anymore. Nobody was there, not a noise to be heard. You slowly stepped out of the bathroom, only a lit cigarette remained in the ashtray next to the desk. The smoke fading into nothingness. You slowly made your way to the couch, grabbing the blanket and wrapping yourself up in it. You still hadn’t cleaned your face and you could smell the iron on your skin. Your feet leaving wet prints on the carpet you stepped towards what you thought to be the front door. Trying to wiggle the doorknob you noticed it was locked. Fuck. You heard steps from inside the stairwell and you hustled back to the bathroom, almost tripping on the magazines you spilled earlier. You dropped the blanket in hopes he wouldn’t notice anything and rushed back into the bathroom closing the door behind you.

The front door unlocked and he stepped back into the apartment stopping in his tracks. The footprints.

“That bitch.” He hissed. You heard his footsteps coming closer to the bathroom and the door flung open. You tried to cover anything that was possible with your hands, backing yourself into the wall.

“What the fuck were you trying to do huh?” He yelled at you, rushing towards you. You have never felt so exposed and vulnerable in your life.

“I-I’m sorry. Get OUT!” You tried not to die of embarrassment. He was out of breath, his glasses slid down his nose, his hair in a mess. Not moving back a single inch, he held up the towel to you. Never breaking eye contact, he said in his familiar dark tone “I told you we’re playing fair. Accept it or suffer the consequences.”

“Consequences?” You looked up at him, fear forming a knot in your stomach. Still being completely naked in front of him with him towering over you was terrifying.

“Yes. Now clean yourself up.” He pointed to your face and shoved the towel onto you. He whined at the sight of your injuries.

Finally being able to cover yourself you wrapped the towel around you as tightly as possible. He kept looking at you with this pained expression.

“Don’t you dare pity me now.” You spat at him. “You were the one who got me into this mess” you scoffed and moved past him towards the mirror and sink.

“I didn’t mean for this to happen.” He looked ashamed. Glancing at you through the mirror you turned around to face him.

“Well what now? What is this? Fair play? Letting the enemy use your bathroom? A person you hate?” You sneered at him.

“No one said anything about hate.” Your brows furrowed.

“You don’t hate me?” You were seriously questioning your sanity right about now.

“No.” He stepped closer to you. Yes you now had a towel around you, yet the vulnerability remained with how he towered over you.

You backed into the sink as much as you can, not lifting your gaze for one second.

“I actually admire you. Your drive. It's astonishing, given your size.” He mocked you.

“My size??” You slapped his arm. Shocked at your action, he instinctively grabbed your wrist, making you jump. Gasping for air, you leaned back, grabbing onto your towel even harder, almost making another nail break off. You instinctively reached for the hair cutting scissors on the edge of the sink but they were swiftly ripped out of your hands by him.

“I’m sorry. Wash up now.” He just said in a cold tone. He left the bathroom. You honestly didn’t even know if this was reality anymore. Were you dreaming? If so this was definitely the time to wake up now.

You turned around to take a look at yourself in the mirror. Wow you really looked like shit. The blood dripped down your entire face. You had a cut right above your eyebrow and a little wound right on the crown of your head. Your throat was ever so slightly slit, nothing major luckily. You turned on the tap and washed your face with some cold refreshing water. The water turned a crimson color running down the drain. He must have some bandaids somewhere. You opened the cabinets yet no bandaids or anything remotely comparable. You grabbed some moisturizer and at least tended to your dry skin on your face and legs. They were pretty scratched up from being thrown around so much. You slipped into the clothes he gave you and hung up the towel. What would happen if you opened the door now? Would he tower over you again? Try to intimidate you? Fuck around and find out you thought to yourself. You slowly opened the door and slipped out into the living room. He was sitting at his desk, finishing his cigarette.

“All done?” He said without even turning around.

“Uhm yea. Do you happen to have some bandages?” You asked in a subdued tone.

He quickly turned around looking at you. Your head was still slightly bleeding.

“Come over here.” He commanded you. You slowly made your way towards the desk. “I don’t bite.” No he didn’t?

He motioned you to lean down a bit so he could get a better look at your head.

“Doesn’t look like you need stitches kitty.” He whispered. He turned back around towards his desk and opened a drawer to his righthand side, rummaging through it. It looked like a bunch of medical equipment. Did he have to stitch himself up often?

“Here.” He held up a bunch of bandages.

“Thanks.” You gladly accepted and swiftly grabbed them out of his hands, making your way back to the bathroom.

“I have a magnifying mirror right here wait.” He stopped you in your tracks, his tone still ice cold. Did you offend him? “So you can actually see what you’re doing” he followed up. He set up the mirror next to him and he went back to what he was doing.

Leaning over slightly to be able to see yourself in the mirror you opened the bandages. These were some medical grade type shit. Not just the normal type you can rip open. You looked at it a couple of times, wondering how this weird shape would adhere to your face. He noticed you struggling and chuckled.

“Never seen a bandaid before?” He mocked you.

“Of course I have…just not.. those.” You admitted they looked rather strange.

“Okay fine let me help.” He tapped on his lap. No way you were sitting on this man. You shook your head.

“Fine, I’ll just watch you struggle then.” You pouted at him. Ugh whatever. You sat on the very edge of his knee. He pulled you in a bit, making your heart skip a beat. This was all too strange. He picked up the bandaid and carefully placed it against the skin above your brow. His face was painfully close to yours. You tried not to look at him, closing your eyes.

“All done.” He tapped your thigh. You got up pretty quickly.

“So what now?” You wondered out loud. “Am I supposed to just leave and we fight each other in the morning again?” You chuckled.

“It is the morning kitty.” He pointed to his alarm clock on his desk. 6:47. How long have you been out?

“How long was I unconscious for?” You gasped.

“Just a couple hours.” He said in a cold tone turning back to what he was doing.

“Oh.. uhm..okay.” You went back to the couch. The blanket was neatly folded at the edge of it again. You grabbed it and put it over yourself.

“Why?” You looked over at him.

“Why what?” He snarled in an annoyed tone.

“Well why all this? Why did you take me with you? You could’ve let the penguin’s men finish me off.”

“ I told you I’m not done with you.” He growled. The knot formed in your stomach again. Afterall you were not at a friend's house whatsoever. You grabbed at the hem of the blanket.

“You should get some rest.” He sighed. He pointed to another room. “Okay.” You made yourself comfortable on the couch.

“No. Go to the bedroom. I want to finish my work here. I sleep on the couch.” He said.

“But-“ you started.

“Would you stop fucking protesting everything I tell you?” He hissed while hastily getting up from his chair, almost yelling the words he just said. You flinched back into the couch. Quickly processing what he just told you, you threw the blanket off of you and made your way to the other room. Opening the door, you expected everything but this. His bedroom was clean. You locked the door behind you. Almost too clean. You flopped onto the bed and just let sleep take over you. Nestling into the soft sheets you inhaled his scent a couple times before drifting off.

POV change

God she was a pain in the ass. This proves itself more difficult than I anticipated it to be. This would be my greatest work yet. I want her to want it though. I don’t want her to fuck me out of pity or fear. I need her so bad. The sheer sight of her made me weak in the knees. I couldn’t help but think about her in the bathroom. The way she thought she could outsmart me. Truly astonishing. I just hope she recovers fast so I can have her out of my apartment. Although deep down I kind of didn’t want her to leave. Watching her every step for weeks now has made me grow very fond of her. Her swift, calculated movements. Her mind as fast as a whip, always ahead of everyone around her. Except for me of course. No one can outdo the doer. She would hopefully catch up to that soon. I wonder what she was dreaming about in the other room. Cute that she thinks a simple door lock would keep me out of the room. Her confidence is truly something else. I shake my head, smiling about the thoughts roaming around in my head before turning off the desk lamp and making my way to the couch. The blanket smells of her. I wrap it around me and slowly drift off to sleep.

Soon I’m woken up by my bed squeaking and sheets rustling loud as ever. I hear her.

POV change

You were laying in bed. Suddenly he hovered over you, his hands cupping the perfectly round shape of your butt grazing down the back of your thighs. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’re not going to be able to walk tomorrow.” A familiar voice whispered into your ear. You tried to push him off but soon you jolted up and snapped back to reality. What. Was. That. You breathed heavily and struggled to catch your breath.

“You okay?” The knock at the door almost gave you a heart attack. You remembered where you were.

He opened the door. Didn’t you lock it?

“Hey what the fuck did I tell you to come in?” You snapped at him pulling the sheets up to your chest.

“I heard noises I just wanted to make sure you weren’t dying in here. At least not without my doing.” He grinned.

“Very funny.” You swallowed hard. “I’m fine.” You said, completely out of breath.

“You sure? Bad dreams?” He furrowed his brows.

“Well it’s not very comfy cozy sleeping at a serial killer's place.” You scoffed, wiping your forehead, whincing at the pain you just inflicted on yourself.

He chuckled. “What time is it?” Your voice barely making a noise. “Like 9 ish” he replied in this distinct cold tone again.

“Okay I should get going now.” You chuckled nervously.

“Do you have a death wish?” He crossed his arms.

“What do you mean?” You tilted your head.

“The penguin’s men are out looking for you right now, if you want to die the next block over, be my guest. But in your condition you’re not capable of putting up a fight.” He leaned against the doorframe.

“What makes you say that?” You snarled at him.

Without saying anything he just pointed at your entirety. Wow. Offensive much?

“Hey I can fight.” You hissed back at him. “I’ve been worse.” You got out of the covers. Your head was still pounding.

“Alright, be my guest.” He pointed at him. “Fight your way out of here.” Surely he couldn’t be that stupid. You would snap him like a twig.

You got up pretty confidently. He was now fully blocking the doorway. How naive. As if the door was the only way out. You turned around only to find the windows screwed shut. You tried ripping them open. Not a budge.

“You think I’m that stupid?” He was very close to you now. You turned around only to find him standing right in front of you, cornering you against the window.

“I- I have to feed my cats.” You whimpered. The cats. Fuck. Paulie must be starving at this point.

“Fair point.” He sighed. “Alright, let's go feed the cats.” He smiled at you.

“No way you’re coming with me.” You scoffed.

“I’ve been to your apartment once before, remember?” He’s right. Whatever you would try to escape on the way there. Somehow there must be a way.

Zipping up your suit which was finally dry felt so good. Your sports bra you just tossed into his trash can next to his desk.

“You cut yourself out of that thing?” He laughed.

“Yea? So?”

“You know you could’ve just asked for help.” He sounded disappointed. Why would you trust him?

“I don’t trust you.” You said while putting your gloves on.

“Fair enough. You ready?” He said, putting a baseball cap on.

“Yes lets go, can’t wait to get out of this shithole.”

“Easy, this is my home.” He said in the familiar dark tone he always spoke with.

He unlocked the front door and led the way towards the elevator. You followed him hesitantly.

You stood there awkwardly waiting for the ‘ding’ of the doors opening. You both got in, his heavy boots dragging across the floor while your boots barely made a noise, although they had heels on them.

“You know you could be a little more appreciative, I saved your life.” He mumbled pressing the button.

“Excuse me?” You hissed. “You could be less of a psychotic asshat.” He chuckled at the insult.

“You could be less of a cocky hard headed bitch.” He turned towards you looking down at you. He had that twinkle in his eyes.

“I-“ you pushed yourself into the wall behind you, biting your lip. You didn’t know what to say.

He suddenly pressed the emergency break, making you snap back into reality. All you could think of was that weird dream you had. Were you attracted to this guy?

“What the fuck are we doing?” He said, his voice sounding out of breath.

“What do you mean?”

“This. This whole thing. You pretending to hate me, me pretending to hate you.”

“Oh I’m not pretending.” The words cut him deeply.

“No?” He came closer to you.

“No.” You said confidently, looking up at him, locking eyes. Those damn green eyes.

“Then why did I hear you moan my name this morning?” You turned bright red. Thank GOD for your mask right now.

“I didn’t.”

“Oh quit it.” He pushed you against the walls of the elevator, resting his hands on the railing next to you, locking you in.“I know what I heard.” He cupped your cheek softly, you didn’t even think he was capable of touching you in a soft way.

“You’re a psychopath.” You snarled at him. “You work with the penguin!” You yelled at him, pushing him back into the elevator walls now. “I’m infiltrating him, you smartass!” He replied. “Do you actually think I would work with such a despicable human being? I would kill him on the spot if I could. But that's not the smart move to make.”

You furrowed your brows. That makes so much sense now. Why he invited you there, to have more witnesses of what really goes on in the lounge.

“Oh I-“

“- had no idea?” he scoffed. Yea you really didn’t have a clue what was going on right now.

You looked back up at him. “Thank you.” You quickly got on your tippy toes and connected your lips in a quick peck. He saved your life after all. That was the least you could do. He suddenly got very flustered and seemed like he didn’t know what to do with himself.

You pressed the emergency button and with a slight jolt the elevator was moving again.

When you got to his car he seemed awfully quiet and awkward. Did you weird him out now? How are you the weirdo? He’s the serial killer.

He almost looped around the entire city, trying to avoid the hot areas to get to your place.

You ran up the stairwell, eager to meet your fluffy companions. Paulie was already meowing at the door. You opened the door to find the entirety of your 5 cats jumping at you with such sheer force it almost knocked you over had the riddler not caught you.

“Sorry, they’re very clingy.�� You chuckled. There it was again. A single rose on the table.

“Oh you shouldn’t have.” You were about to go over to the table and grab in when he stopped you in your tracks. “That's not from me. Someone else has been here. Don’t touch that.” He inched closer to the flower, inspecting it carefully. The thorns were still attached, but coated in something.

“Do you have anywhere to put your cats? They’re not safe here.” He said.

“Yea I can bring them to my friends house, she loves my cats.”

“Okay, lets grab them and get out of here.”

You both hauled the cats together and drove downtown to your friends house making sure you weren’t being followed. She happily took them in. You kissed paulie goodbye and got back into the car with him.

“This is insane.” You muttered to yourself.

“Tell me about it.” What did he have supersonic hearing or something? He started the car and drove back to his place.

A couple days and a bunch of chinese takeout later you finally started to feel better. The awkwardness between the two of you grew more precarious with each day you spent together. Your friend updated you daily on the cats and you were glad everything started to look a bit better.

He helped you fix up your bandages and even helped you wash your hair one time because you were scared of ripping open the wound. You laid in the bath while he sat behind you. Luckily it was a bubble bath so he wasn’t able to see anything but it felt oddly intimate. He wasn’t able to talk to you for the rest of the day.

This particular day, something felt even more off though. And you finally couldn’t stand it anymore.

“Okay what the fuck is your problem?” You snapped at him.

You must have startled him because he dropped whatever he was doing at his desk.

“What?” He turned around with a shocked look on his face. You were always the confrontational type. You hated it when people beat around the bush.

“Ever since the elevator and the bath this morning you have been insanely weird. Like weirder than normal. Did I do something wrong?” You got a bit sassy there.

“I- no. Its just-“ he stuttered.

“Yea?” You urged him to talk.

“I’ve been waiting to do that for a long time.” You were shocked.

“Do what?”

“Kiss you.” Aint no motherfucking way.

“I thought we were supposed to hate eachother.” You furrowed your brows.

“Well yea at first I thought we were but if you look at it we’re fighting for the same thing. We just want this city to thrive again without corruption and drug cartels running wild.” He was actually making sense there.

“I mean you have a point but why not just…talk?” You sat up on the couch now.

“Where is the fun in that?” He asked in this pathetic creepy voice. You got up from the couch approaching him in his chair.

“Listen. I understand what you’re getting at, and I can’t lie, I did have a very weird dream about you the first time I stayed here, but can’t you just tell me what you want?”

He looked up at you. His eyes seemed glossy like he was about to cry. His cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

“Y-you.” He croaked.

“Me? You want me?” You asked, kinda playing dumb at this point. You knew exactly what he wanted.

“Yea.” He turned his chair, facing you. It was now or never. Fuck this.

You leaned forward getting closer to his face. Placing your hands on the armrests of the chair, locking him into place.

“Tell me what you want.” You whispered. You knew you had the upper hand here. He was completely flushed and overwhelmed, not knowing what to do with himself.

“I want you.” He gulped.

“Be more specific.” You bit your lower lip. You could’ve sworn he was frothing at the mouth by now.

“I want to taste you.” He slowly moved his head towards you. Almost connecting your lips you pulled back.

“See was that so hard?” You laughed. He whined at the distance between the two of you. Now you knew how to get under his skin. You would be out of here in no time.

“Are you toying with me?” He growled. His gaze darkened.

“I- No.” Now you were the one stuttering. Whatever it was about him he could take control of any situation in an instant. He seemed so innocent and pathetic sometimes and then he would switch his personality like nothing.

He pulled you back down towards him. Making you look directly at him. He glanced back and forth between your eyes and lips a couple times, before connecting them in a soft kiss. There it was again. This soft side of him. It almost seemed out of character. You relaxed your jaw and let it happen. His big hands cupping your face, his soft lips moving against yours. You got weak in the knees thinking about the fact that he had this control over you. You slowly pulled away, clearing your throat.

“Are you okay?” He stuttered. You nodded. You felt like you just got high.

“Could we maybe, lay down?” You asked sheepishly, playing with your fingers. You weren’t super experienced yourself, you had a couple boyfriends in school but never anything super serious. He nodded and took your hand into his, once again his bug palms engulfing yours. “Do you want to go to the bedroom?” He asked. You nodded again. He guided you towards the door, opening it slowly. You let yourself plop onto the soft mattress and tapped on the spot next to you. He sat down next to you.

Before you could say anything he grabbed the back of your neck and his lips crashed into yours. You buried your fingers in his hair ever so slightly pulling on it. His hands made their way onto your thighs, grabbing at the exposed skin. You flinched when he squeezed a sore spot.

“I’m sorry.” He pulled back, caressing your cheek.

“It’s okay.” You reassured him. He frowned at the bruises and cuts and scratches on your body. You were still healing.

“I should have never gotten you involved.” He whispered, tears forming in his eyes.

“Don’t say that.” You wiped his cheeks. “I’m glad I’m here with you now.” You touched your nose to his.

“Can I make you feel good?” He asked under his breath.

“Y-yes.” This time a different knot formed in your stomach. Still incredibly nervous you nodded and crashed your lips back into his. He responded eagerly, asking for permission with his tongue. You ever so slightly opened your mouth and once again you had gotten the feeling that you were high. This was not happening.

“Hey uhm-“ you pulled back “what do I call you?” You only knew him as riddler and you weren’t sure how that would sound in the bedroom yet.

“Uhm its Edward.” He almost choked on his words. His lips coated in both of your saliva.

“It’s y/n” you barely got a word out. Both of you were breathing incredibly heavy at this point. You let yourself fall back onto the mattress, him climbing on top of you almost instantly. He places his hands next to your head, one of them scooping under your neck, grasping at it tightly. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling him in closer, making him inhale sharply at the sudden sensation of his bulge coming into contact with your crotch. He threw his head back before looking at you again and getting to work down your neck. He placed soft kisses along your jaw down to your collarbone frowning at the fading bruises still left from when you first met. You rolled your hips against his making him groan against the soft skin of your throat. You couldn’t wait for him to be inside of you. A couple days earlier and you would’ve slashed his throat right then and there but now? He was a totally different being. So caring and protective.

“Can I go down on you?” You whispered. His eyes widened at the request and he swallowed hard before getting off of you and standing up. His bulge now being very much visible.

“Uhm yea of course.” He reached down to open his belt.

“N-no let me.” You bit your lip looking up at him. He almost came in his pants right then and there. How you were struggling to open his heavy belt, looking up at him with your doe eyes. Once you finally got his pants to open he sloppily stepped out of them revealing a pair of gray boxer briefs with a very obvious wet spot. You salivated at the sight of it and instinctively reached out your hand to palm his dick through his underwear. He was even bigger than you imagined.

He let out a deep groan, throwing his head back and taking off his shirt. He had muscular arms but a soft stomach. His pale skin was glistening with a bit of sweat and you couldn’t help yourself but to place kisses on his soft abdomen. Teasing him you played with the waistband of his boxers. Ever so slightly dragging your nails underneath it, almost pulling it down. You were kissing his length through his underwear now and he grew more impatient with you.

“Gosh suck me off already.” He moaned.

“What do you say?” You looked up at him, grabbing his bulge tightly.

“P-please.” He managed to get out, surprised at your sudden confidence.

“Good.” You smiled. Eager to finally take him into your mouth you pulled down his underwear, letting it sit loosely around his ankles.

You started to put your hands around him, stroking him ever so slightly. You looked up at him, asking for permission. His gaze seemed almost like he was pleading you to finally take him into your mouth.

You put your lips around the very tip of his dick, letting out a little moan sending vibrations down the whole length of him. He threw his head back in absolute ecstasy when you finally put your mouth around him and started bobbing your head up and down, coating him in your saliva. He pulled back.

“Lay on your back and hang your head off the bed.” He commanded you. You did as he told you and he kneeled down in front of you, positioning himself at your mouth.

“Do you think you can take it baby?” He asked.

You nodded. He bent down to kiss you sloppily, tasting his own precum mixed in with your spit.

You tried to put your head back as far as you can, giving him as much free range as you could. You stuck out your tongue, opening your mouth for him. He palmed your boobs through your shirt while sliding into your throat very slowly. You moaned at the feeling of him filling up your mouth. His length laying heavy on the roof of your mouth. He started to move his hips back and forth, fucking your face while playing with your boobs. He lifted up your shirt exposing you while he was still relentlessly fucking your throat. He put his hand around your neck, making it even tighter for him, groaning at the sensation. You gagged and pushed against his hips in the hopes of getting some air. But he wasn’t planning on being all too gentle with you, he thrusted into you a couple more times before finally burying himself all the way into your throat. When he finally pulled himself out you gasped for air, his cock being connected to you through a thick string of saliva. He gave your boobs a soft little slap before motioning you to sit up.

“Are you okay?” He asked, stroking your hair. You nodded.

“I need words.” He states shakily.

“Yes I’m good.” You moaned, wiping your mouth. He got onto the bed with you and started pulling off your pants.

“I need to taste you.” He started to hungrily kiss up your thighs, grabbing them carefully so as to not hurt you.

You moaned out in pleasure, covering your mouth with one of your hands. When he finally arrived at your bare pussy he stopped. “You’re okay with this?” You didn’t answer. You grabbed a fistful of his hair and placed his mouth onto you with such sheer force you could’ve probably broken his nose. He started licking your folds eagerly, making you cry out. Nobody has ever eaten you out like this before. “Fuck you taste so good.” He moaned between placing little kisses along the entirety of your vulva.

“Please Edward don’t stop.” You moaned out. He loved being in this position. Your thighs wrapped around his head keeping him in place, one of his hands grabbing your wrist, the other slowly making his way to your wet cunt.

You almost screamed when he pushed a finger into you, starting to pump in and out of you without warning. His long slender fingers curling in just the right way to make you feel like you were reaching your high soon. “I’m gonna..” you couldn’t finish your sentence as you were just reaching your climax. He didn’t stop though. He kept torturing you, keeping you in place, holding onto your thighs. When he finally let go you almost cried out in pleasure. You took off your shirt completely now. He climbed his way on top of you again, his mouth covered in your slick, you kissed him hungrily not caring about tasting yourself. “I need you so bad” he moaned into your mouth.

“What do you need?” You asked in a condescending tone, knowing exactly what he needed.

“Please I need to feel you around my cock.”

“Beg for it then.” You whispered onto his lips. His eyes darkened again. You knew he wouldn’t play along for long. He placed himself at your entrance without hesitation and thrusted his entire length into you making you open your mouth but not a sound coming out. He covered your mouth with his hand, once again placing the other behind your neck, grasping it firmly.

“The only one begging for anything will be you.” He growled at you starting to thrust into you relentlessly. You wrapped your legs around his hips wanting to take more of him.

“Look at you being a needy little whore.” He grunted. You moaned against his hand, your eyes rolling back.

He pulled himself off of you, still locking his gaze with yours, but now placing his hand around your throat keeping you in place. You whined at the sensation, making you think back to your first encounter. How scared you were. How scared you still are. He noticed your change in behavior and instantly paced himself a bit.

“Shh its okay, I’m not here to hurt you, I want to make you feel good.” He whispered, giving you a kiss on the lips. You nodded in agreement, still being overpowered by the amount of pleasure.

He pulled himself out of you completely and flipped you onto your stomach, again aligning himself at your entrance.

He took your hands and intertwined them with his, before grinding his hips into yours. This time he wasn’t thrusting aimlessly. He was grinding his hips down into yours, putting his full weight onto you, placing soft kisses against your neck and shoulders. He cupped his hand under your jaw, making you look back up at him.

“I’m all yours.” He moaned under his breath.

You couldn’t help but tear up a bit. You’ve been through so much the past few days. Feeling him so close to you in this way completely overwhelmed you, sending you over the edge once again. He noticed you clenching down on his length, sending him into absolute overdrive.

“I can’t hold it back anymore.” He moaned next to your ear. With a couple more pumps he finished inside of you. Completely filling you up. He panted on top of you for a second before slowly removing himself, instantly grabbing a shirt to stuff under you. The cum was dripping out of you in such a way he would’ve loved to wreck you all over again. He gave you a soft kiss onto your back before he stood up and left the room. Did he just leave you here? Did he truly just toy with you. Seconds later he came back with what looked like a robe. He opened it for you and motioned you to get in. You slowly got up, clenching as hard as you can as to not ruin his entire set of sheets.you swiftly made your way to the bathroom and sat on the toilet, letting the rest of his liquids flow out of you.

He came into the room, sweaty, out of breath and looking absolutely content. Edward walked over to the tub, turning on the faucet. “Did you want to take a bath?” He asked, his breath still shaking. You nodded. You were absolutely spent.

Slowly you lowered yourself into the warm tub, laying between his legs, resting your head against his chest.

“How does it feel to sleep with the enemy?” He chuckled.

“Were we ever enemies?” You looked back up at him. He shook his head smiling. “No, not really.”

He pulled you in tighter and you could’ve sworn both of you laid there for an entire eternity.

[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

Riddler/Edward Nygma/Nashton

General Headcanons (old, needs to be redone)

Stupid nicknames

A succubus offer

With a vigilante S/O

Panic Attack Telltale

Walked in on- Arkham Riddler NSFW

"Riddler with a baby" Riddler Party

"Insufferable" General M!reader NSFW

Pregnant Partner- Telltale

The Concept of Himboification- General

Love Letter to Coworker - batman 2022 (Valentines 2023 event)

"Custom Made" Riddler Party

What does he watch and read?- Batman 2022

"Protector" Batman 2022

Riddler Design based around Alan Cumming

"Unprofessional" Gotham, BTAS, Capullo, Arkham x F!reader

"Can't sleep, how about you?" BTAS, Telltale, Arkham

With an Asexual S/O- Gotham, BTAS, Telltale, Arkham

"Vampire Backgrounds" Riddler Party (vampire au)

"So you think I'm sexy-" 60s Riddler

"Strange Skills" Gotham

"Who is hunting who?" Telltale (vampire au)

"Business Meetings" 60s NSFW

Wall climbing Telltale (vampire au)

"Deadly Nightshade" 60s

"Nasty" Batman 2022 NSFW

Brief musings on Telltale

"Lean Greenbean" Riddler Party

"Zeros and Ones and Everything Inbetween" 60's Riddler x nonbinary!Reader

"Look at this stuff, isn't it neat?" Riddler party

Zero Year Riddler is Actually A Nerdy Dork-Ass and I Have Evidence

"Riddlers and Horror Movies" Riddler party

Zero Year Haphaestus nickname

"Affectionate Comforts" Riddler Party

Zero Year Voice Claim

"S/O with vitiligo" Riddler party ask

"Riddlers with Dogs" Riddler Party Ask

"Sweet as honey, dumb as…" Riddler party x F!reader

"Riddler's with Dogs Pt 2" Riddler Party Ask

"Riddlers with Cats" Riddler Party Ask

"Polaroids" 2022 Riddler x reader NSFW

Riddler Party x Reader With Sensory Issues

break lol

"Whimsical Interests" Telltale Riddler

"Magic Hands" Riddler Party x F!Reader

"Touch Averse S/O" Riddler x Reader

"With an older s/o" Riddler Party x Reader

"Deserving" Riddler party x Reader

"We are not keeping the damn thing-" Riddler Party x S/O

A Date in the Asylum - BTAS Edward x F!S/O (Valentines Event 2024)

A soft Love Letter - Telltale Riddler x F!S/O (Valentines Event 2024)

"Yes, Boss? <3" 60s Riddler x Henchmen!Reader

"Groan-worthy" Riddler Party x Reader

"Flower Shop" - BTAS!Riddler,Dano!Riddler,Arkham!Riddler and ZY!Riddler x Fem!Reader

"Breast Cancer scare" Riddler party x Reader

[the-riddlers-glasses]

big boob reader and eddie? like maybe they’re dating but eddie hasn’t seen reader topless yet and reader thinks eddie isn’t into boobs at all and feels kinda self-conscious about it. then she finally asks about it and turns out eddie loves boobs (maybe bc obv mommy issues) and smut ensues? would love if reader had their nips pierced but that’s very niche so i get it if that’s not something you would write. and i love your work and this is my first ever request so sorry if it’s not right :/

I Think You’ll Like This - The Riddler/Edward Nashton x Busty F!Reader

Word Count: 1007

Warnings: SMUT 18+ MNDI (mommy kink, slight dom!reader, breast fondling, nipple sucking, nipple piercings, boob obsession, handjob, titf*cking, climax denial, masturbation, praise, ejaculation on breasts, semen ingestion, oral, slight throatf*ck, swallowing)

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Eddie is an amazing partner, so supportive and caring. He always makes you feel beautiful, but there was one insecurity you weren’t ready to share with him - your large chest. You got nipple piercings in an attempt to gain more confidence in your boobs, and you liked them, but you weren’t sure how he’d feel about your boobs, especially with nipple piercings. Would he be into it? Or would it make him feel differently about you?

Cuddling with him on the couch one day, you begin thinking about it and mustering up the courage to mention it while you lay in his arms.

“Hey Eddie…” you whisper shyly.

“What is it sweetheart” he says placing a kiss on your head.

You turn your body to face him, placing yourself in his lap. His glasses crooked on his face, he looks adorable. You take a deep breath in and begin to speak.

“How do you feel about boobs, especially… bigger ones?” You say nervously

His cheeks turn pink and he looks terribly flustered all of a sudden. Oh no, have I made him uncomfortable? you thought to yourself and he quietly laughed through his apparent embarrassment. He collects himself and looks you in the eye.

“I… I mean, I like boobs. I think they’re very… they’re very hot” he stumbles out, looking a mess.

You feel a slight twinge beneath your lap and your face lights up, he likes boobs. You smirk slightly and ask another question.

“How about nipple piercings?” You say with confidence, but also caution.

He gulps and looks away, his face turning a deeper shade of red now. Oh he likes it you think to yourself, while watching him squirm.

“Yes.. yes I like that” he whispers, looking down at your chest not so subtly. You can feel him beneath you, getting harder by the second.

“Well I think you’ll like this then” you say with a smirk, as you begin lifting your shirt up.

You remove your shirt and sit in front of him in your bra, your big boobs spilling out of the cups slightly. His eyes widen as he examines your beautiful tits. His cock is pulsating against your thighs as you sit in his lap, showing him your chest. Before he can say anything else, you begin unhooking your bra and suggestively removing it from your body.

“Y/N… oh my god” he breathes out as he takes in your beauty, leaning closer to them, licking his lips, “May I?”

You nod and he places one of your boobs in his mouth, flicking his tongue around the piercing bar and sucking on your nipple. His free hand was fondling your other breast, as you decide to reach down to his aching cock and rub him through his pants, making him moan with a mouthful of boob.

“Mhhhhm yes please, m-mommy” he groans against your tit.

You remove your hand from his length and stand up in front of him. He looks up at your topless busty figure with desperation. You get down on your knees in front of him and begin unzipping his pants. You pull his rock hard cock from his pants and began stroking it. He whimpers in pleasure, before you abruptly stopp.

“Don’t stop… baby” he breathes out, throwing his head back.

“Mommy’s got a better idea” you grab your tits and push them together “Fuck them” you whisper.

His eyes widen and he positions himself between your boobs in no time. He starts pushing himself between your juicy tits and groaning through the pleasure. His cock reaches your face, so you position your mouth to tease the tip when he thrusts in. His thrusts became harder and faster, but before he could reach climax you let your boobs go and his cock fell out of their grip. He winced at the loss of contact.

“Please let me cum on your tits” he begs, breathing heavily.

You look into his desperate eyes “stroke your cock and tell me how much you like them” you whisper seductively.

He did as asked, stroking himself at a steady pace. He stared at your boobs, biting his lip to hold back his moans. He told you how much he loved them.

“Mhhhm they’re so hot” he breathes out huskily.

“I could suck and fuck them all day” he moans

“Those piercings… look amazing… on you baby” he whispers through strokes.

You begin fondling your boobs in front of him, causing him to speed up and buck his hips into his hands. He was going crazy for you.

“I’m.. going to… cum” he cried in pleasure.

You position yourself in front of his cock, and he cums all over your tits. You feel the hot jizz all over your chest, and decide to lick it off for him.

He was still hard, despite cumming so hard all over you. You bend down and grab his cock, placing the tip in your mouth. You run your tongue around it, making him shiver.

“Look at my tits bouncing while I suck you off” you whisper against his length.

He squirms underneath you as you slide him through your mouth and down your throat, bobbing your head up and down while your tongue massages his cock. You grabbed his hand and places it on your boob. He squeezes and fondles it while you devoured him. He moans and groans as he grabs your tits, slightly bucking his hips into your mouth to get deeper.

His moans get louder, and you feel his cock pulsating in your mouth. You keep a steady pace allowing him to climax.

“Ohh Mhmmmm, feels… so… good” he gasps while pushing himself in and out your throat.

You remove him from you mouth, and open it to show him the warm jizz that filled up your throat, before swallowing it for him.

You sit up closer toward him, and he grabs your boobs, admiring them intensely. He put his face between them and holds you close.

“Thank you mommy” he whispers.

[ilovetheriddler]

The Conundrum of Home Cooking.

(2022 Batman) Edward Nashton x F!Reader.

Word Count: 691.

Contents: Fluff, Nervousness, First Date, Cooking.

Edward let out a frustrated and nervous sigh as he attempted to clean up his apartment. His nerves were practically shot with much stress he was currently under. His new cute coworker was coming over for dinner. Why did he have to put his foot in his mouth and say that he'd cook? He's not necessarily a bad cook, but he most definitely isn't a great one either. His thoughts were running a hundred miles per minute as he frantically tried to clean up his messy apartment.

"Damn it! This has to be perfect, I can't allow myself to be humiliated in front of her! Oh God, she's so cute. I wonder if she'll enjoy herself? Wait, what's that burning smell?"

He turned around and immediately felt his face pale. The food he had been working on was currently on fire, like the pan itself was on fire! He carefully tosses it in the sink before running water onto it. He lets out a frustrated sigh as he takes in the depressing sight of his attempt at making you a nice home cooked meal.

He felt his heart rate skyrocket when he heard a knock on his door. You were already here, and ten minutes early! He ran his fingers through his hair quickly in an attempt to untangle it some. He walked over and opened the door, his nerves practically on fire.

His eyes lit up as he took in your appearance as you stood there. You were absolutely gorgeous in his eyes.

"P-please come inside and um... make yourself comfortable! I'm um.. I'm almost done with dinner..."

"Thank you, I'm sure it'll be great!"

You smiled at him as you walked inside, glancing around his apartment. You notice several trash bags filled with garbage from where he clearly tried to tidy up his apartment for your arrival. It was still a bit messy, but you appreciated the gesture. His apartment is filled with notebooks he's filled with his writings. You're a bit taken aback when he suddenly hands you a small bouquet of flowers. His face appears incredibly sweaty, so you assume he must be quite nervous.

"These are for you! I hope that you like them...."

"Thank you, Edward. These are absolutely lovely!"

You take the flowers from his and sit them down along with your bag. You then are immediately hit with a horrible smell, almost as if something was horrifically burnt. He notices the way you react to it.

"I-I'm sorry about the smell! Um... i... I may have burnt the food.... and my only nice frying pan...."

"Oh... well, that's okay! I can just help you make something else!"

You made your way over to his kitchen area. You took a brief look in the sink, Whatever he originally attempted to make for you was so burnt that you actually couldn't even begin to guess what it was supposed to be. You check his cabinets to see what you could possibly make the two of you for dinner. He had enough for macaroni and cheese. That would do just fine. You quickly set out everything that you would need and began working away.

Edward just kind of stood off to the side, not really sure how he could help you when it was something with as few steps as macaroni and cheese. So, instead, he took the chance to finish cleaning up around his apartment. Once he was done, so was dinner. So the two of sat down at his table to eat.

Despite Edward's initial worries, the evening went surprisingly well. The two of you talked into the late hours of the night. After dinner, you helped him wash the dishes. The two of you moved over to the couch and watched a movie to finish off the incredibly pleasant evening. He felt his face heat up slightly once he realized that you had fallen asleep with your head resting on his shoulder. He ultimately decided against waking you up right now, There was no harm in letting you rest just a bit longer. Especially not when you looked so adorable in your sleep.