#riddlebat smut

[bigfatthock]

Chapters: 4/? Fandom: The Batman (Movie 2022) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Bruce Wayne / Edward nashton Characters: Bruce Wayne, Edward Nygma, Edward Nashton, The Riddler, Batman Additional Tags: Trans Edward Nygma, Edward Nygma is Called Edward Nashton, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Emotional Manipulation, edward is seriously evil in this one, but he still loves bruce in his own fucked up way, bruce is just...broken already and will be even more as it goes on, Turn back while you still can Summary:

“Shh, its okay. Riddlers gone. It was just the toxin, you're safe right now, I promise.” He soothed, having to push down a smile when Bruce let out a broken wail at his promise. “My name is Edward, I promise I wont hurt you.” ------------- serious tw: torture, emotional manipulation and abuse, bruce pisses himself and not in a sexy way, sexual sadism via masturbating to torture, noncon, Stockholm syndrome, physical and emotional abuse, brainwashing, suffering in a nonsexual way idk

[ghostbxne]

some riddler where he’s having some alone time in the shower (he’s jerking off)

posted full on twt:P

[the-toulouser]

i love this app so goddamn much, it’s like a daily newspaper of people saying out of pocket shit about my interests. love y’all.

[bubbachoochi]

We're almost kissing Heehee >.<

[darkpurpledawn]

my favorite Batman fics from 2023, part two

and here’s the rest! favorite bat fics completed in 2023--the previous list had harlivy, batcat, batfam/gen, and bruce-centric, now we’re walking on the less canon side

Riddlebat

april showers bring may flowers by paprikaflakes (@paprikaspice)

What’s better than sex pollen fic? Sex pollen fic with two deeply repressed nerds and a giant chessboard!

folie à deux by bloodfruit

super cool and beautifully written Riddlebat 2022 fic using a console-style format

Misc rogues

i violated professional boundaries (and all i got was this stupid tee shirt) by paprikaflakes (@paprikaspice)

An immensely fun Scriddler fic in which every line is worth savoring

Let it Slide by finnieston_crane (@finniestoncrane)

Incredibly true-to-characrer Batman Unburied Riddler/reader smut oneshot

Bruce and Harvey by burninswell

Bruharvey smut fresh and hot, come and get it!

Batjokes and Joker centric

burn it to ashes by distortopia (@distort-opia)

An absolutely scorching batjokes fic based on the Deadly Duo comic that uses the (canonical!) gimp mask for all it's worth =))

Grudge Match by frickityfrac (@fractualized)

You'll never be able to think of Dick Grayson and the Joker the same way again--a pairing that seems like it shouldn't work but becomes both plausible and hilarious in this masterpiece

Pierrot by Vampowerment

Gorgeous and well-realized fic in which Harley pines for Joker and Joker pines for Batman, absolutely a top read of the year

Two weeks til the music stops by MargueritePoretesDefenseAttorney

Actual laugh-out-loud fic about the Batfam investigating Bruce’s suspicious new relationship with a guy who looks weirdly like the Joker. I was wheezing

Take Me From Within by Shiny_n_new (@shinynewwriting)

Joker, in Santa Prisca, talks to the Batman Who Laughs. Taut and tense and captivating

To the Victor Go the Spoils by ArgentNoelle (@argentnoelle)

I’m cheating here as this is part of a series, but it’s a series I’m obsessed with and highly rec this chapter as well as the whole thing

what cuts is not the horror by distortopia (@distort-opia)

Joker/Bruce Wayne, all the content warnings, all the fun

Woman in the Attic by DesdemonaKaylose (@desdemonafictional)

spectacularly, wonderfully, intricately Messed-Up

link to part one

[fatgumsurpremacy-remastered]

Welcome folks-

My name is Festen Martinez, you can call me Festen. I am an actor above all else and a writer second. I write and draw for Team Fortress Two, as well as the Batman Rouges, (Some Hazbin), and FNAF. If you spark up a convo with me and I know the property and character you have a good chance at me writing for them too.

Feel free to send me requests and I’ll have a look. Current count (41, with 3 more in drafts).

Follow my second blog @faire-of-fictition

My hazbin oc blogs: @mc-tooley-tobias-toby , and @magnum-pritchard-repro

Other info:

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He/Its

Bisexual

Transmasc

American (West Virginia, and Texas)

You can send me requests for your OCS or you can ask for mine as well. Don’t me shy, make yourself at home. 🧡

Requests open!

I am a Fandom Writer:

I write for:

Btas villains: Riddler, Twoface, Mad Hatter, Scarecrow, Harley, Ivy. Batman also

TF2: All Mercs AND MS PAULING

I will write:

•Should be obvious but chubby (or fat) reader

•Yandere (preferred)

•Smut (preferred, just reference what you’d want in the ask and I’ll give it to ya.)

•Non con/ Dub con/ CNC

•Platonic

•Headcannons

•Drabbles

•Imagines

I’ll draw any of the above as well

I won’t write (or draw)

•Scat

•Pedophillia

•Age Regression (dkh)

•Detransition

Masterlists:

Tf2

Demoman:

Demo joining a LARP group!

Yandere Demo w/ an s/o who doesn’t like dancing

Yan demo w/ bartender S/O

Engineer

Yandere Conagher Brothers x oblivious reader

Dell x trans husband smut

Yandere Engie and forced affection

Traveling preist Engie Art by @virginstoner666 💗

Go! Yandere Engineer x GN reader (almost smut)

Heavy:

Yan heavy cuddles!

Pyro

Yandere Platonic Emesis py Reader

Semi unmasked art

Ms. Pauling

Yandere Ms. Pauling

Semi Marriage proposal

Platonic Ms. Pauling and new trainee

Medic:

Yandere medic smut

Yandere medic with a captive that goes missing

Yandere medic and a partner w/ stolkholm

Yandere medic lap dance

Yandere medic Cycle of violence smut

Scout:

Get bonked

Yandere scout, kissing practice

Platonic scout

Sniper:

In my style

With a bratty so smut

Soldier:

Nsfw thoughts

Platonic Solly and overstimulated hugs

Spy:

Yandere spy egg vibes

All:

Yandere Red Octoberfest drawing

Would I trust them with my pets?

Demo and heavy x reader Head-cannons

Mercs reacting to a love letter

Yandere emesis Blue x reader

Yandere medic and sniper w/ clingy s/o

Emesis character comfort

Yandere mercs and if they’re comforting or not

Yandere mercenaries and how scary they are when jealous

Yandere Angel au with Sniper, Solider, and Medic smut

My my mercenaries

Soldier/Demo

Medic/engineer

Merc Headcannons

Memed science party

Spy and Engie dad stance

Btas

Alberto

Cornelius Stirk:

Stirk img.

Eddie

BTAS Eddie nsfw snippet

Yandere Arkham asylum riddler w/ shy and anxious reader

Yan telltale riddler with a reader who tries to escape

Yandere telltale Eddie

Yandere Arkham Eddie hcs

Handling it (smut)

Caked up Eddie img.

Eddie frame redraws💚

In my style: Ed and Jerv 💚💙

Nightmares img.

An Ed Kento for Sunny 💚💛

For Arkhamverse simps

Scantily clad ed

5’2 Au pt 1

5’2 suited up

5’2 Au ground img.

5’2 classic mv

5’2 smut pic

There’s a light img.

BTAS Insp. Art

Indulgent riddlebat

More fancy Eddie Art

Dilf Eddie?

Flashy Eddie ing.

Yandere platonic Eddie teaching riddles

Harley:

Harvey:

Au art

Harvey and insert art

Tasteful nudity

Ivy:

Jack:

Joinker au

More whore clown img.

Jervis:

Bonkers img

Jervis img.

Wonderlan img.

Reading img.

Johnathan:

Johnny img.

Scarecrow design img

BTAS scarecrow yandere head-cannons

Comp drawing w/ batman

Yandere BTAS headcannons

Ozwald:

Oswald Img.

Compilation

Au Squad: Jervis, John, Jack, and Edd

5’2 height matrix img (WIP)

Batman Vigilante Squad Au

Hazbin/Helluva Boss

Alastor

Under the Same Young Sky (male reader, ao3)

Vox

Yandere Vox housespouse

It Takes Time to See a Doll, Yandere Vox x Cis!Fem Reader P[1] [1.5]

Vox x chubbyfem reader wip

Ocs

Maddox

Maddox x reader play fighting

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

os ; on rainy days ( riddlebat jokebat moonbat ironbat )

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/SUqYEJ2

by JORENZz

Words: 20052, Chapters: 1/1, Language: ไทย

Fandoms: The Batman (Movie 2022), DCU, Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Bruce Wayne, Edward Nashton, Joker (DCU), Marc Spector, Steven Grant (Marvel), Jake Lockley, Tony Stark

Relationships: Joker (DCU)/Bruce Wayne, Bruce Wayne/Marc Spector/Steven Grant/Jake Lockley, Tony Stark/Bruce Wayne, Edward Nashton/Bruce Wayne

Additional Tags: PWP, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Out of Character, Prince of gotham, Dom!Tony Stark, Sub!Bruce Wayne, Dirty Talk, Explicit Sexual Content, NSFW, Smut, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Dry Humping, Rogue Sex, Light BDSM, Daddy Kink, pet kink, Master/Pet

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/SUqYEJ2

[amaninsidemymouth]

“oh, holy knight”

inspired by fanart i saw by @r1ddlerz on tumblr

the batman, the riddler, ooc, riddlebat, obsession, ftm! riddler, priest! edward nashton au, priest kink, virginity loss, light smut, oral sex/blowjob, masturbation

***

he walked into the church. he felt comfortable, this was his home away from home. having been an altar boy when he was young, he had found refuge in the church. he found solace in it, using it to hide from the pain of his childhood.

becoming a part of the priesthood was the best decision he had ever made. from then on he was father edward. he liked the title, it gave him a sense of power and fulfillment.

he enjoyed being an inspiration to the sunday school children. he always wanted to give them a safe space, a childhood he never had.

there was little that edward hated more than sin. sure, things got on his nerves, but he swore he would never hate. the confessional was his only exception. every sunday he had a man come in and confess. the man would come in to be absolved of his sins, and would leave with tear-stained cheeks.

Its not that edward hated the man. he loved all who came into his church. but his feelings about the man were…complicated, to say the least. no, he didnt hate the man, but he definitely hated the way the man made him feel.

***

sunday again. another confessional. the man approached him after mass, saying it was urgent. as usual, edward said a quick prayer, and started the confession.

“forgive me father, for i have sinned. it’s been 7 days since my last confession. father edward, do you follow the news?”

“uh, somewhat?”

“so i assume you’ve heard of this man, this vigilante-the batman?”

“yes, of course i’ve heard of him, im just not sure what this has to do with your confession?”

edward wasn’t stupid. he knew who the man was. he figured it out after the first confessional, where the man had cried to him about violent thoughts. it was blatantly obvious that the man was bruce wayne, aka the batman.

edward always found it strange that someone like bruce wayne would be attending church, HIS church especially. aren’t people like bruce usually scientologists? then again, edward didnt think scientologists could also be catholic.

***

10 minutes later, edward was on his knees. he was feeing an emotion he had never felt before. lust? love? obsession? he didnt know. what he did know was that he’s pleasing the man he had been in love with for months. adrenaline ran through him as he kissed up bruce’s thighs. he remembered all those late nights where he would fuck himself, wishing the relationship wasn’t one-sided (after all, edward thought that being a priest didn’t mean you had to be a prude).

as he took bruce in his mouth, he gagged a little. spit dripped down his chin, pooling onto the floor of the confession booth. edward slid his hand down his stomach, into his boxers, and started stroking his clit. he moaned onto bruce’s cock, which elicited a shaky groan from him. edward was happy he was losing his virginity to someone he loved so dearly, even though it took him 32 years to do so.

bruce grabbed at edward’s hair and thrusted into his mouth. he was close, and he was hoping that edward would swallow his cum. edward slipped a finger into his vagina. his moans made bruce even closer. edward was now using two fingers, and was sloppily swallowing bruce’s cum. edward pulled away to look up at bruce. he quickened his pace. he was so close, he could feel it. all he wanted was to come for the love of his life, his angel. edward came quick, moaning out a loud “batman!” as he did.

[bigfatthock]

Bruce is bad at giving head. He and Edward have come up with a sticky solution.

Bruce Wayne’s heart raced as he sat on his bed awaiting his boyfriend, Edward, to return from the bathroom. Edward had come home from a finance meeting obviously stressed, and as he typically did, Bruce had mindlessly offered to help his lover blow off steam. Bruce knew very well by now how cruel Edward could be in bed when he was stressed or upset, but it wasnt fear that was making his heart race. On some level, nights like this were his favorite. Edward would take control, and all Bruce had to do was mindlessly obey. Ideas of what Edward might make him do tonight bounced around in his mind, leaving no room for anything else.

He was drawn back to reality by the sound of the bathroom door opening, to which his heart practically skipped a beat. Edward was fresh out of the shower, now freshly clean and clad only in his boxers and a thin tee shirt. He looked surprisingly content, something that made Bruce equal parts relieved and concerned. 

“Why are you still dressed, baby?” Edward asked teasingly, a glint of mischief in the smile he flashed his flustered boyfriend. 

“I was just waiting, I mean, I wasnt sure what you’d-” He was cut off by Edward meeting him where he sat and placing a hand softly on his cheek. 

“I’m just teasing you, relax.” Edward cooed. He had come home tonight in such a sour mood, but having a someone so happy to see him, the way Bruce always was, made it hard to stay too angry. “Here, take off your shirt, then lean back.” He said, giving Bruce’s faded grey teeshirt a tug. Bruce didnt miss a beat, and had barely peeled off his shirt before his head hit the pillows.

Edward got onto the bed, sitting himself straddling Bruce’s lap. Part of him wanted to just stay like this a while, just basking in the way Bruce looked at him. But, given the way Bruce was already practically hyperventilating, he decided making him wait any longer might not be an option tonight. 

He brought his hands to Bruce’s wrists, guiding them up by his head. “Keep them like that.” He said quietly, before reaching to his side table to rummage through the drawer. It took a second to find what he was looking for, a roll of duct tape he and Bruce had been using it a lot during sex lately. He returned to face Bruce, and tore off a long piece of tape. Without even needing prompting, Bruce had his wrists together over his head as soon as he realized what Edward was going for.  

Once Bruce’s arms were immobalized, Edward was already on the go. He leaned forward, to let his face hover above his partner’s. “You’re my good boy, arent you Bruce?” though Edward spoke softly, the tone of his voice was already rugged in anticipation for what he planned to do. Of course, Bruce eagerly nodded his head. 

“Your good boy.” Bruce echoed, his mind already foggy with lust. He was met with a grinning Edward, who was now sitting on his knees while he took off his boxers. 

“Does puppy want his treat?” Edward asked, running his hand along Bruce’s cheek. Without needing an answer, he ran his thumb along Bruce’s bottom lip, signaling him to open his mouth. “Tongue out, and you keep it there till I tell you otherwise. Understood?” He was met with the now open mouthed Bruce’s eager nods in response. 

It only took a few seconds for Edward to position his hips over Bruce’s head, and soon he had sunk down, pressing his already throbbing cunt against Bruce’s tongue, and the two of them moaned at the contact. Edward from the pleasure of Bruce’s soft warm tongue, and Bruce from the familiar taste of Edward’s cunt. 

Edward took a few moments to just take in the warm feeling in his core that the contact brought, but it was also nice to see his increasingly desperate lover, Gotham’s great Batman, squirm below him. Edward started out slowly, grinding his hips down gently so his dick rubbed accross Bruce’s eager tongue. The feeling sent electricity up his spine, he was finally getting the relief he craved all day. 

And if the friction on his dick wasnt enough to fuel him to speed up, the noises coming from the man below him were. Edward glanced down, and was met with a hazy eyed Bruce staring up at him. It wasnt often he got to dominate Bruce like this, so both of them reveled in the unique pleasure. Edward began to move his hips faster, applying more pressure to chase that wet friction Bruce’s tongue provided.  

It didnt take long at all before strings of shaky moans were bubbling from Edward’s lips. Those sounds, and knowing he was the one earning them from him made Bruce’s chest swell with pride, and his cock throb almost painfully. Bruce kept his eyes locked on Edward, at least as much of him as he could see from such an angle. He could tell the other man was already flushed pink in the face, and his mouse brown hair was becoming slick to his forehead with sweat. Bruce loved seeing Edward like this, lost in his pleasure instead of the layer of stress that he usually held. 

 Edward reached his hand down, gently tangling it in Bruce’s hair, giving the man’s head a soft tap to make sure he was paying attention. He took a breath to steady himself before speaking. 

“Do you want to be a good boy?” Edward whispered through heavy breaths. “Do you want to use your hands to help?” Truthfully, Edward knew Bruce’s answer without needing to ask, but he couldnt help but love the way Bruce looked at him when he asked. His mix of excitement and admiration so obvious in his gaze while he eagerly nodded his head.

 He had planned on keeping Bruce tied up tonight, but when it came down to it, it seemed Edward would always chose to let Bruce help him get off. “I’m going to untape your hands so you can use them, but you have to promise to keep your head still. Understand?” Edward was again met with Bruce’s eager nods, to which he smiled. “Thats my good puppy.” He cooed. 

Bruce responded with a deep whimper, one that was loud enough toaudible to the both of them even with Edward’s cunt  currently muffling it. Edward was barely able to finishing untaping Bruce’s hands before they were reaching for his hips. He used one hand Edward’s soft hip and pull him forward enough that Bruce’s tongue was pressed against his cunt, then rested the other on his hip, his thumb rubbing across Edward’s cock. Edward knew Bruce would get started quick, but still the urgency in Bruce’  movements somehow surprised him. 

Bruce used the hand on Edward’s hip to help him keep balance while he fucked hmself into Bruce’s mouth, and soon matched the motions of his thumb with the rhythm that Edward had built up. While eating Edward out when he was this excited wasnt his strongsuit, Edward would always remained stunned at how good Bruce was with his hands. There was some part of Bruce that was always worried Edward would leave him for someone smarter, smoother, and that always fueled his feverish determination in bed. He may not have been able to keep up with Edward in terms on intellect, but he’d be damned if he didnt prove to Edward that no one could make him feel as good as Bruce did.

It took no time at all for Edward had completely unraveled above his lover. His legs were trembling uncontrollably, leaving him hunched over with his hands tangled in Bruce’s hair to keep himself somewhat grounded. His movements quickly went from rhythmic to sporadic and desperate, obsene mewls and expletives spilling from his mouth while he bucked his hips into Bruce’s warm mouth, effectively serving to grind his dick into Bruce’s hand every time he moved. 

Below him, Bruce’s face was flushed a dark pink, and the lower half of his face now glistening wet thanks to Edward’s cunt. He felt light headed, but he couldnt quite figure out if it was from his attempts at gasping being smothered by Edwards thoughtless movement, or if he was just that elated. Either way, he took no action to adjust himself. 

“Bruce! I’m close, I-I’m gonna-” Edward was cut off by Bruce moving his hand to better work on jerking him to his finish. It would seem that was more than enough encouragement for Edward, who was now shaking while he mindlessly rutted into his Bruce’s mouth and hand. 

The feelings together were enough to finally push the tightening in his abdomen into a flood of white hot euphoria. He could feel Bruce’s hot tongue press into his cunt while he pushed himself down into it, that paired with the unrelenting friction of Bruce’s hand seemed to force the air out of his lungs as it coaxed him through his orgasm. 

After what felt like forever, Edward was finally began to sink down from his daze. Bruce’s hands were still on his hips, helping him slow the chaotic rolling of his hips. When he looked down, the state he found Bruce in, if someone had told him that Bruce had just had the same orgasm he did he would easily believe him. He was still gazing up at Edward with that foggy look of admiration, the rest of him looking equally as descheveled as Edward. 

Once he had a moment to breath, Edward sat back on Bruce’s chest, then carefully lifted his leg around so he could lay beside him. He hadnt noticed before, but Bruce’s chest was heaving, like he was trying to catch his breath after holding it. It took Edward a moment, but he soon realized that he had probably been covering Bruce’s nose. He sat up on his arm, so he could face Bruce while he caught his breath. 

Before he could lean in for a kiss, Bruce interrupted him with an out of breath mumble. “Still messy.”

Edward couldnt help but laugh, before reaching his hand up to brush some of Bruce’s sticky hair out of his face in reassurance. “I’m okay with that, Bruce.” He smiled as he leaned in to press a kiss to the side of Bruce’s mouth, which was still open from his gasping. “You mind if I repay the favor?” Edward asked softly as he pulled away. 

“I just need a minute..” Bruce answered, his cheeks flooding with a new wave of pink as he composed himself, and had enough sense now that he couldnt help but be embarrassed for how easily Edward had debased him. 

“Take your time, its fine.” Edward’s lip curled up in a devious smirk. “And Bruce?”

“Hm?”

“You were such a good boy for me tonight.”

[riddlerscumshot]

Batman's Chokehold pt. 2

NSFW!

words: 2,235

contains: handcuffs, choking, degradation, praise, unprotected sex

"And how much did you have to pay the guards to get me in here?"

It had been about two weeks since Bruce had last seen Edward, in person anyway. In his dreams he had seen him almost every night.

Bruce has been waking up in the middle of the night breaking a sweat and almost rock hard. He just can't get this stupid fucking man out of his head. He's starting to feel like he's in high school again, jerking off once when he wakes up from these dreams he's having, again in the shower, and once more before going to sleep. But nothing satisfies him.

He keeps thinking about the tight heat that was wrapped around his cock, and how wet everything felt from the lube. And he absolutely can't stop hearing those moans. God, he'd do anything to hear them in person just one more time.

"Shut up," The Batman replies.

The two of them stood in an interrogation room of sorts, but all there was in it was a metal table with two matching chairs. No two way mirror and not a single camera. Edward had noticed everything about the room as soon as the guards had shoved him in there, leaving him trapped in his chains. But he wasn't worried about that, he was too focused on Batman. He was wearing his whole bat suit get up, The Bruce Wayne could never be seen going into or leaving Arkham Asylum.

"You and I both know that's not going to happen," The Riddler responds.

"Shut up!" Bruce shouts as he grabs Edward by the head and slams his face sideways against the cold table. Ed would be lying if he said the action didn't make his dick twitch.

"So that's why you're here, came to fuck me just like you did last time. You wanna just bend me over this table and pound into me? How predictable!" Edward giggles.

Bruce flips him around and wraps his hand around his throat.

"Not exactly like last time. Get on your knees."

Edward drops at the command. When it comes down to it, he would do anything for Batman, anything at all. He wants to follow every order, do everything Bruce asks for.

Bruce is quick to undo his pants and pull his cock out, he's been ready for this all day. Edward licks his lips, preparing himself for what's about to happen. He slowly opens his mouth, flattening his tongue, welcoming Bruce's dick.

Bruce pushes his hips forward a bit, placing the tip of his cock gently on Edward's tongue, waiting.

Ed wraps his lips around it, bringing his tongue around the tip and over the slit, back and forth, up and down. He's never done this before, so he's just doing what he imagines would feel good. But judging by the groan Bruce let's out, he'd say he's doing pretty good.

Bruce rocks his hips forward and lets out a softer moan. Edward presses his tongue flat against the underside of Batman's cock, warmly accepting it.

"You look so good taking my cock, finally shutting you up, huh?" Bruce breathes out. Edward moans and nods his head. He then leans forward, taking more.

Slowly leaning his head back, then forward again, then once more but faster. Eventually Edward has a consistent speed as he bobs his head, taking just about half of The Batman's dick. But Bruce is having none of that. He rocks his hips forward again, pushing his cock further into The Riddler's hot mouth.

"Fuck, you're doing so good, such a good little whore for me. Bet you fucking love this, huh? Bet you're already hard."

Edward blushed, partially because of the mix of degrading praise, and partially because he was right. Edward's dick was pushed up against his uniform, straining to be free, so ready for a hand to wrap around it. It leaked precum as Bruce's dick hit the back of Edward's throat.

As the two worked together, Edward bobbing his head and Bruce thrusting, Bruce let out another moan. Edward was in heaven, he loved the feeling of Batman's cock filling up his mouth. He loved sucking on it, trying his best not to involve his teeth.

"Fuck, we need to stop this if I wanna last long enough to fuck that tight hole of yours."

Edward blushed again and pulled off of Bruce's dick. Bruce grabbed him under the elbows and helped him stand up, then put his hands on Edward's hips and lifted him onto the table. They stared at each other for a moment, just breathing. Then, Bruce crashed his lips against Edward's. The Riddler gasped into the kiss. My first kiss, our first kiss, he thought.

Bruce removes his lips and Edward whines, but soon moans when he feels Batman's mouth on his neck. Bruce peppers kisses up and down then up again, stopping just under Edward's jaw to suck and bite a mark onto him. He brain was running wild. He loved knowing that he was leaving love bites on Edward. He loved knowing that they would last for days and days.

"Gonna mark you up, make sure everyone in here knows that you're someone's bitch."

"Yes, yes, your bitch, Batsy." Edward loved feeling Bruce suck on his neck, he loved the feeling of blood vessels bursting as Bruce bit and pulled on his flesh.

Bruce groans into Ed's neck, latching on in a different spot a bit further down, and repeating the same action as before. Edward squirmed as his cock felt too hard to ignore. He tried to palm himself through his pants, but that proved to be quite hard with his hands chained up.

"Basty, please, touch me. I've been so good, Batsy. Promise i'll be even better." Edward moaned out.

"Hmm, is my little whore hard for me?"

"Yes, yes, so hard..." Edward groaned.

"And you want me to make you feel better, hmm?" Bruce spoke against his neck.

Edward rubbed his thighs together, but it wasn't helping in the least.

"Yes! Yes! Make me feel all better, Batsy!"

Bruce place his hand on The Riddler's chest and pushed him back on the table. He tucked his fingers into Edward's pants and said, "lift your hips."

Edward obliged. Anything for Batman.

Bruce pulled Edward's pants down to his ankles, and then wrapped his hand around his dick. Edward gasped.

"Is this what you want?"

"YES!" Ed bucked his hip up. He loved the feeling of Batman's hands on him. His thoughts were racing, but all they said were more, more, more.

Bruce brought his hand up to the tip, gathering precum, then took his hand back down The Riddler's thick shaft. Batman continues to pump his hand and he finds a nice rhythm.

Riddler is a moaning and squirming mess under him, thrusting his hips up toward Bruce's hand and back down again. At this point, he wasn't thinking, he was just letting his body do whatever it wanted. He moaned and whined as Batman continued to jerk him off.

Edward soon felt it, the build up in his gut, the need to thrust faster, harder. "Please, please, please..." he spoke.

"Please what?" Bruce asked.

"Can I cum, Batsy? Please, please, let me cum..." Edward moaned out.

"I'm sure you know by now, if you cum, I'm still gonna fuck you." Bruce said, slowing down his pace. Edward whined.

"It's okay, it's okay. I won't complain this time. I can take it. Please let me cum, I'll be so good for you." Edward would say anything right now if it meant he would feel the white hot release of his orgasm. He bucked his hips up into Bruce's hand to make up for his slow moving hand.

"Oh yeah? Gonna be a good little slut for me?"

"Yes, yes, so good..."

Bruce quickened his pumping, "Okay, I suppose you can cum for me."

Edward thrusted into his hand three more times and let out a whorish moan, nearly screaming as he came. God, he felt amazing, fucking brilliant, absolutely mind blown. Bruce rubbed him through his orgasm and watched Edward's face contort in his ecstasy, his mouth wide open but after a second, nothing came out. He was fucked speechless.

Bruce removed his hand and fumbled with the lube he had tucked onto his belt.

"Alright, legs up."

Edward complied with a hum, exposing his hole to Batman. Bruce took Edward's pants off the rest of the way and squirted a generous amount of lube onto his fingers and brought them to Edward's ass, pressing one in. Edward let out a whine.

Bruce continues to fuck The Riddler with his finger, in and out, in and out, until he's ready for another.

When Bruce adds his second finger, he presses it deeper than before, bending and curling them until he hears Edward let out a yelp.

Ed was panting and gasping for air as his dick twitched. Bruce thrusted his fingers out and back in, hitting his prostate again. He spread his fingers apart, then back together a few times before adding a third and final finger, pumping it in and out.

His focus was interrupted when Edward let out a moan as Bruce hit his spot again. He looked between Edward's legs and realized he was half hard already.

"Look at you, already wanting to cum again. What a slut."

Edward just moaned in response, unable to find the right words.

Bruce pulled his finger out and rubbed the leftover lube on his aching cock. He lined himself up with Edward's hole and Ed gasped. Slowly, Bruce pushed in. He groaned as he bottomed out, hips pressed against Edward's ass.

"God, baby, you feel so good."

Edward's head was spinning. He called me baby. I'm his baby.

As Bruce pulled almost all the way out, then pushed back in, Edward let a moan escape his lips. Bruce did it again, angling his hips just a little different this time, and Edward moaned again, this time louder, letting Bruce know he had hit his sweet spot.

The Batman's hand crept up Edward's torso and around his neck, using it as a way to steady himself as he pulled out and thrusted back in faster and faster. He gently squeezed his fingers around The Riddler's throat and he let out a squeak, then a moan.

If Edward thought he was in heaven earlier, he wanted to know what this could be. He didn't have a care in the world. He didn't care that Batman was the reason he was locked up, he didn't care that he had to wait two weeks for this, he didn't care.

Bruce's cock filled him up, then left him empty over and over and over.

"Please, Batsy, harder, faster, please."

Ask and you shall receive. Batman fucked into Edward's hole his all his might, hitting his prostate dead on, erupting yet another moan from Edward. He went limp, loving the feeling of being a ragdoll for Bruce to use.

"So fucking good for me, what a good fucking whore. Love the way i fill you up..." Bruce rambled. he squeezed his hand even tighter around Edward's neck, making him moan at the feeling. Everything felt perfect.

"Batsy, y'feel s'good. Love your cock..." Edward moaned out. He wiggled and squirmed under Batman, almost screaming as his prostate was his over and over.

Bruce could tell by his slurred words that Edward was close, and so was he. He fucked and fucked and fucked into Edward. Wanting so bad to see the way his jaw dropped as he came.

"Such a good boy, so good for me." Bruce said as he let go of his throat and wrapped his hand around Edward's dick. Edward gasped and moaned at the feeling, begging Bruce to jerk him off.

"Please, please, v'been so good. I wanna cum so bad..."

"I know, I know. Cum for me, baby."

As Bruce watched Ed's mouth fall open, he felt the tide in his stomach pull back, and slowly crash through him. Before he knew it he was cumming into Edward's hole, deep inside him.

"Fuck!" He yelled out, fucking into Edward a few more times to wear off his orgasm.

After standing and panting for a moment, Bruce pulled out, letting his cum spill out of Edward. Edward just layed there, not being able to move as his dick still twitched from his orgasm. This is the best he's felt in his entire life, he didn't want it to end.

But alas, he felt Bruce sliding his legs back into his pants pulling them up to his thighs.

"Stand up."

Edward did as he was told, even though he felt as though he might fall. Bruce pulled Edward's pants up the rest of the way. Edward knew this was goodbye. He wanted to bad to reach out and hug The Batman but he soon remembered the handcuffs that restricted him.

"I'm gonna miss you, Batsy..." Edward says.

"Yeah, yeah." Bruce says as he tucks himself into his pants.

Bruce looks up at Edward, placed a hand on his cheek, and leaned in to kiss him. Edward got butterflies in his stomach, he was sure that he would get them every time The Batman kisses him.

Bruce pulls back and mutters, "I'll miss you too." before turning toward the door and leaving.

[acapelladitty]

Let's Imitate Reality (Riddlebat)

Pairing: Edward Nashton / Bruce Wayne

Word Count: 1.1k (nsfw)

Summary: Held within Arkham Asylum, Edward allows his mind to wander to events past and futures unwritten as he considers the Batman.

The asylum was never quiet but as far as the myriad of distractions could go, the broken and off-key singing of an inmate several doors down was about as good as it would get. The scent of bleach was acrid in the air and it made Edward’s nose twitch as his fingers dipped within his asylum jumpsuit, seeking out his hardening length as he planned to take care of the itch of arousal which had been plaguing him since he awoke.

Gasping as his cool fingers brushed along his cock, he pulled himself free of the jumpsuit with a firm grip and angled his body so that it was mostly hidden from the small bars which acted as a peephole for each individual cell.

His heated dreams had been broken; scenes of his past split between the presence of dark rubber and a growling voice which threatened as much as ensnared him. The Bat was a plague on his subconscious which seemed unwilling to flee and he had snapped from sleep with an aching erection which he had initially chosen to ignore through sheer spite.

However, the lull of arousal had refused to dissipate fully and so he found himself having to take a more proactive approach to allow his mind to focus.

Running his fisted hand along his shaft, he pictured the brunette nurse who had taken his vitals after his admission to the asylum. Her perfume was flowery and her grip was soft as she measured the pulse of his restrained hands. He could picture her in here with him, in his room, paying him a special visit because she was impressed with how important he was.

The Riddler had shaken Gotham to her core and with that came a prowess which filled him with an anticipatory excitement. Some would hate him and some would love him; but they would all know him.

Despite his valiant attempt to keep his focus, his thoughts wandered as his hand pumped a steady rhythm.

It was never in the plan, but his mind could not help but imagine the Bat finding him first in the diner.

The feeling of the Bat being the one to slam him down on the counter, his gloved hand harsh in his hair as it pulled the strands drew an aroused gasp from his lips. Heat radiating from his hulking form as the thick muscles of the Bat pressed against his back to keep him pinned in place; his thoughts so wrapped up in the smooth pressure of the rubber suit that he could not bring himself to care about the other vermin within the diner as his cock grew hard within his briefs.

An aching sensation, an unfamiliar need to be shown his place by one who was finally his equal would make him whimper and he could picture those piercing eyes captured by his own; seeing him as he truly was and understanding his needs. His cause.

Exhaling as his thumb rested on the head of his cock, rubbing a slow circle across the sensitive flesh, a flash of anger cut through the arousal as reality set in.

The Bat had not been there first, and he had allowed himself to be taken in by the pigs, as was the plan. He could not have known about the Bat’s betrayal of their goals because the Bat had played his part beautifully, falling into position exactly where he needed to be and when. His appraisal of the Bat had been mistaken and that error, compiled with the humiliation of rejection, stung like a fresh wound as he considered the words that had been hurled towards him like a slap.

Insane.

Psychopath.

Delusional.

It was enough to make him unleash a furious giggle as his fingers continued to stroke along his hard length, the burning arousal within his gut making him slow his pace so as not to ruin his fun too early.

The bombs had been a success and much of the filth of Gotham had been swept away. Not enough for his liking but enough for a righteous pride to settle in his chest. Despite the betrayal and despite the miscalculation, he had won, and in the aftermath of his actions the Bat would see just how misguided his attempts to save this cesspool of a city had been.

With his eyes shut and his breathing so laboured, it was easy to further imagine the Batman with him now.

How sweetly his apologies would fall from his lips as he recognised how right Edward’s crusade was and how foolish he had been to not see what his goals were. How he would beg for forgiveness on bended knees and how Edward would drag out his acceptance of such a thing.

Betrayal saw Judas hung from a tree, disembowelled for all to witness, so perhaps the Bat deserved a similar fate.

But, no.

Edward would forgive him.

Only because the Bat was just like him and that kinship was something which could be so beautiful.

Slipping his free hand within his jumpsuit, his fingers trailed across his chest as he pictured black gloved hands doing just the same. Rough fingers brushed his nipples and his back arched in response to his own ministrations.

Precum, wet against his fingers, allowed his hand to glide more smoothly as his mind conjured further images of the Bat, before him as he begged forgiveness and then inside him as he was rewarded it. The stretch of his cock as it thrust within him, pained pleasure as their frantic bodies rutted together like animals.

Pace increasing as his fisted hand moved rapidly across his aching cock, the approaching orgasm was ushered in by his fantasies; his willing submission to the Bat as they celebrated their partnership with a sheer carnality that would mortify Gotham as she bore witness.

His release coated his fingers as his free hand clamped around his mouth to prevent the loud groan of satisfaction from breaking free. The fabric of his jumpsuit clung to his heated skin like a lover and his body curled into itself as he enjoyed the small aftershocks of pleasure as his fingers brushed against his cock gently before tucking himself back into the jumpsuit.

Cutting through the satisfaction, shame flushed red high on his cheeks as the reality of his attractions needled him as though mocking him for his weakness.

You’re not as smart as I thought you were.

The Bat had disappointed him but his potential was palpable and Edward could not wait for their next meeting.

Also posted on AO3 with all my other drabbles.

[spockiguess]

Come and See Pt. 2 || Riddlebat

Rating: Explicit 18+

Warnings: Smut

Pairing: Edward Nashton x Bruce Wayne

Notes: I’m gonna be straight honest with y’all, by the time I was finishing this fic, I wanted to rip my hair out because of how long it was taking. I have like four more parts in store, but holy shit, I am not going to be writing any riddlebat for like the next couple of weeks. 

Also, this was my first time writing aftercare and sort of fluff? Like, it’s fluff at the end if you really squint and tilt your head to the side. Anyway, I’m going to be writing a Louis Ives (Louisa) fic that’s gonna be super fluffy and shit because I crave it fr. Oh, also, I’ll probably be making an Eli Sunday or Joby fic soon, but idk yet. 

P.S. If this isn’t as good of quality as my previous fic, it’s because I only edited it once and couldn’t find the will to read over ten pages, so if there are any mistakes, message me. Thanks, much love, xxoo

Perched upon a menacing gargoyle was The Bat, the Dark Knight, Vengeance, a force of justice that took many names but stood unwavering in its convictions, until tonight, however. 

Rain battered against the hard metal of Bruce’s suit, echoing in the caves of his ears, almost drowning out the never-ending noise of Gotham. People walked below him, entirely unaware of his presence as they left the Iceberg Lounge. 

Usually, that would be Bruce’s reason for stalking this part of town so late at night, to catch criminals in the act, protect people caught up in the Iceberg Lounge's messy politics, and enact vengeance. 

Tonight, though, Bruce had a different mission, and he was staring at it through a musty window caked with mold and mildew. Bruce’s heart hammered, threatening to rise in his throat and cause these confusing emotions to spill out of him onto the pot-hole-filled street below. 

Deep down, Bruce knew this was wrong. Bruce knew that if he were to open that window and cross that threshold, act on what he set out to do tonight, he’d never recover. He would’ve permanently shifted his morals and turned a cheek to violence and chaos because of his own perverted desires, but, oddly enough, this excited Bruce. 

For some reason, ever since he was a kid, he always loved to do wrong, in a reasonable capacity, of course. Bruce could never imagine murdering someone or selling drugs, nothing illegal either, but something scandalous. 

Bruce remembers the first time he did something like that; he went to some shady club on the outskirts of Gotham clad in ragged jeans and a black hoodie, ready for action. All Bruce wanted that night was someone to play with, and he got exactly that in the then Gotham Treasurer’s son, Adam Banks. 

Adam Banks was a notorious ladies' man, having slept with almost every young debutante in the grimy city of Gotham. Still, Bruce had heard rumors of Adam Banks’s closeted sexuality and how he paraded around with these girls to appease his staunchly conservative father, Al Banks. 

When they had hooked up later that night and Bruce watched as Adam hastily threw his clothes on and wagged a warning finger at Bruce, he felt satisfied for the first time in his life. Bruce had always followed the rules to a T, and who would it hurt if he broke them just this once, right?

Bruce Wayne, the face of everything Gotham stood for, and Adam Banks, Gotham’s go-to bachelor hooking up in some seedy nightclub, high on God knows what? Oh, the horror. 

Tonight was different from some ultimately harmless fling, though. Bruce was considering sleeping with one of Gotham’s most dangerous terrorists that no one knew the true identity of, sharing a bed with someone who had killed countless elites, although Bruce could care less about the well-being of most of The Riddler’s victims. If he were to do this and have the Gotham PD question him on the Riddler’s identity in the future, he could lie about not knowing it and feel that familiar guilt in his gut, or he could reveal it and lead to a whole shitstorm of possibilities. 

This line of thinking was killing his boner, so Bruce steeled himself before grabbing his grappling hook and sinking its claws into the bricks of Nashton’s complex. 

Edward Nashton laid on his rumpled bed, pumping his cock and moaning the Batman’s name into his yellowed pillow, rocking his hips in time with his hand. Precum leaked from the head of Edward’s cock, coating his hand and dick in a slick that made the glide that much smoother. 

Something clatters from outside Edward’s bedroom, leaving him frozen and waiting on the bed, straining his ears and listening for any more noise.

A deep rumble sounds out through the small apartment, “Nashton.” Edward perks up, knowing that gruff cadence anywhere. He can’t help the gush of pre that spills out of him before he clambers up and out of bed, tugging a pair of pants and sliding his glasses on. 

This meeting was the moment Edward had been waiting for, ever since he first laid his eyes on the Bat. He remembers the day so vividly. 

Batman was fresh, and people were almost sure he wasn’t to be trusted, but Edward knew better. He watched news broadcasts with a feverish intensity, jerking off to the videos and pictures of the Dark Knight in action, watching this almost biblical force wipe out waves of common filth that polluted the city.

Edward knew that Batman could help him–would help him. He wouldn’t toss Edward aside as everyone else has. The Bat would hear Edward’s plight, and they would join forces to help rid the city of the toxicity it seemed to be drowning in. 

The night Edward saw him in person, he was walking home, groceries in hand, and as he turned the corner, there he was, The Batman. Batman was pummeling a group of poor thugs with animalistic grunts and near-deadly punches when Edward caught sight. Everything changed. Edward wasn’t alone anymore; he had Batman; he had someone fighting his fight, too. 

When Edward opens the door, all he’s met with is his usual messy surroundings. Sloppy white question marks, countless papers littering the floor, and the dim green light emanating from his kitchen, to say Edward was disappointed is an understatement. 

“And to think I got all excited.” Edward met one of his peeling walls with a crushing thud, feeling a solid brace against his neck and a large hand already trapping both of his own. 

Arousal flooded Edward’s body, and a healthy dose of surprise as he concluded the Bat had really come to see him. Of course, Batman wouldn’t just leave himself exposed in the middle of his apartment, out in the open and for everyone to see; Edward was stupid to think that. 

“Oh, there you are.” Edward giggled before the brace against the back of his neck pushed harder, barely allowing any air to pass through his throat. 

Edward breathlessly asked, “I’m assuming you saw my tape?” Batman grunted out an affirmation, leaning in closer, nuzzling into Nashton’s soft hair. 

Edward’s erection pressed painfully hard against the wall and strained further at the knowledge that Batman had watched his tape, something he put so much love and consideration into, a proper love letter. 

Silence eerily drifted in the stale air, “Are you gonna arrest me–” 

“You are an exception. This is an exception.” Batman pulled off Edward, leaving him to drop to the floor and suck in a breath to ward away the lightheaded feeling that had begun to consume him. 

Nashton smiled, looking up at the Bat, “You don’t know how special that makes me feel.” He giggled again, abruptly stopping as Batman turned around with a swing of his cape, masking himself in darkness as he stalked the small living space.

Edward’s body was tense and alight with an emotion he hadn’t felt in ages, and he loved it. He loved the rush Batman provided– the unease he instilled with a solemn stare that penetrated the deepest parts of your soul and the force he exerted in every step, punch, and kick. 

“So, did you like it? Did you like seeing me all spread out for you? I’ll admit, it was exhilarating knowing you’d watch it, even if you hated every second of it. You have to make sure, don’t you?” The Bat looked at the mousy man from over his shoulder, with no emotion on his face. 

Edward was determined to get a rise out of Batman through any means necessary, so he got on all fours and crawled over to the looming figure, arching his back the entire way. 

Once he approached the Bat, he looked up at him through long lashes, trying his best to look as innocent as possible while he traced his hand up the rough fabric of Batman’s pants. 

“What’s with the silent treatment, Bats? Having second thoughts?” Batman flung Edward’s bedroom door open, a cocky look on his face as he sauntered into the mess of dirty clothes and unintelligible scrawling. 

Batman’s utter silence put Edward on edge, if he were being honest. He couldn’t tell what his next move was or get a read on what might be going through his head. Usually, Edward could read a person like an open book, having learned to do so after years of abuse and mistreatment. Eventually, you see the little, almost imperceptible signs. 

Batman’s heavy steps echoed in the mostly empty room as Edward rushed to get up, embarrassed at his ignored advance. 

“God, you’re fucking filthy, Nashton.” The harsh words sent a tingle down Edward’s spine, and finally, the Bat spoke. 

Edward tried to sneak up on him, but Batman caught him before he even stepped into the man’s bubble. Batman’s hand closed around his throat, squeezing just enough to make the edges of his vision go dark. 

“But you love it.” Edward giggled again as Batman threw him onto the unmade bed. Batman stepped in front of the large window at the end of it, silhouetted by the neon lights of Gotham. 

“Maybe.” Batman inched closer, “That little homemade video was fucking disgusting.” Another inch, “Where’d you learn to be such a whore?” 

Edward answered honestly, “Cam Girls. They’re really helpful if you tip enough.” Batman rolled his eyes, his guard dropping by the minute. 

“Did they teach you how to shut up?” Batman grabbed Edward’s ankles, yanking him down the length of the bed until his crotch perfectly aligned with Batman’s. Nashton lolled his head back, loving the friction against his cock. 

“The opposite, really. They told me to be as loud as possible.” Edward grinned menacingly, leaning up and snaking his arm around Batman’s neck. 

“You’re lucky you aren’t butt-fucking ugly, Nashton.” Nashton’s heart fluttered. 

“So you think I’m cute?” Batman gave a noncommittal shrug as he pulled Edward’s shirt off, running his hands across the plush skin, tweaking Edward’s nipples. 

Nashton moaned, he had always been sensitive, and by the looks of it, Batman had just figured that out, pinching his pink nipples harder, twisting and tugging. 

The coarse fabric of Batman’s gloves gave an intoxicating feeling of pain that mixed with his pleasure, and Edward rutted his hips into Batman’s in hopes to relieve some of the tension, causing Batman to press his arm into Edward’s soft hips and ground him to the bed. 

Batman gave a wicked smile, “Jesus, you really want this, don’t you, Ed?” Edward squirmed at the nickname, feeling his plump cheeks redden and the tips of his ears heat up. Edward nodded, biting his lip and whining as Batman continued to toy with his nipples, using the other hand to keep him firmly in place. 

Batman leaned in close to Edward’s ear, mere centimeters away, “I wanna hear you beg for it, Eddy.” 

Nashton’s brain almost exploded as he struggled to keep his composure, “You would like that, wouldn’t you?” Edward continued to ramble, just to get back at the Bat, “You think just because, hah, just because I sent you that tape, that I’d get down on my knees and beg?” 

“Weren’t you just on all fours, basically rutting like a bitch in heat against my leg?” Edward could hear the snarky grin in his voice and that hot shame he felt earlier came rushing back. 

“Nothing to say to that? Shocked.” Batman took him by the neck again, shoving him against the bed, and palmed Edward’s aching cock a little too hard, leaving him to whine high in his throat and arch off of the bed. 

Finally, Edward was able to form a complete thought and shove the words past his lips, “You act like this isn’t affecting you, Batman, but I know it is. I know you jerked off to my tape, watching me fuck that dildo, wishing it was you.” 

He leaned up, staring into the Bat’s eyes, challenging him to take it further when he said, “You’re disgusting, Bats, just like me.” Edward laughed before Batman practically ripped his pants off and exposed him to the chilly air of his bedroom. 

In a flash, Batman’s dick was out, long and thick as it rested against Edward’s belly, smearing precum against his sparse pubes. Edward couldn’t help but drool; it was so much better than he imagined. 

Nashton could feel the heat radiating off it in intense waves, sinking into his skin. He recalled all those nights, including this one, where he pleasured himself to the thought of Batman’s cock and all the possible ways he’d take it. He’d do anything for it, for the Bat. 

His thoughts were interrupted when a sharp coldness spread across his asshole, and finally, being pulled from his haze, he saw that Batman had pushed his legs back until they nearly touched his stomach and was coating Edward’s entrance in lube. He also noticed that Batman had taken his glove off, and knowing that the man under the cowl was touching him, skin to skin, made Edward fill with euphoric joy. 

Edward keened at the frosty feeling, but the cold quickly washed away with their combined heat. Edward melted into the touch, relishing in the Bat’s uncharacteristic tenderness, feeling the way his long finger sunk into him, prodding at him tentatively.

Under his breath, the Bat muttered, “Fuck, you’re tight.” These little phrases he’d catch the Bat say assured Edward that the attraction was mutual. Batman didn’t want to admit it, but he thought the Riddler was cute. No one had ever felt that way about Edward before, and Edward’s obsessed devotion deepened. Batman and Edward were supposed to be together; he knew it, the Bat knew it, it was hard to ignore, honestly. 

All of those lonely nights, clutching bedsheets and weeping a pillow, longing for the touch of another person, were now put to rest. Edward’s wish was granted. Consciously, Edward knew this line of thinking was dangerous because this was an exception. The Bat was only here for one night to quell those pesky urges before they got out of hand.

Even then, Edward thought, he ought to enjoy this night for what it is and backlog every frame for those lonely nights that were sure to come again. The nuns always told Edward to never to look a gift horse in the mouth, and this was one of those times. 

So, he sunk into the soft material of his blankets and sheets, basking in Batman’s attention, feeling like a cat sprawled under the sun's warmth shining through a window. Edward watched Batman, watched Batman study the way his finger plunged into Edward and the slight struggle it was to pull it back out. 

Suddenly, another finger entered Edward, and the two digits honed in on his prostate, massaging hard circles into the bundle of nerves. Edward yelled, shocked mainly by the stimulation, and Batman clasped Edward’s mouth shut. 

“You are loud.” Batman quietly huffed a laugh, and Edward wasn’t sure if he could fall any more in love with the man currently fingering his ass. 

Edward pulled the hand away, “You love it, though. Knowing you’re the one causing it.” Batman blushed and averted his eyes, and Edward cheered inwardly at finally catching the Bat off guard. 

Batman wouldn’t let this victory last long, however, as he shoved a third finger in, pounding into Edward’s hole, stretching him so thoroughly that Edward reveled in the slight burn. 

High whines and pathetic moans were the only noises that came out of Edward, alongside utterances of please and more. Batman was happy to oblige, pushing Edward’s legs even farther and getting the perfect angle for hitting Edward’s prostate every time he thrust his fingers in.

Bruce quickly decided that Edward was relaxed enough, slicking his cock in the lube and hissing at the low temperature before sliding it in, watching how Edward’s mouth formed an O shape while his eyes rolled in the back of his head. 

It was hard for Bruce to keep upright, shocked by the all-consuming heat and constriction of Edward’s hole and how it wrapped around him perfectly. It was wet, sloppy, and disgusting to any sane person, but Bruce loved it. He loved the erotic noises of his balls slapping against Edward’s ass and the gushy noises as it pushed further in with every thrust. 

Bruce leaned his masked head against Edward’s, their eyes locking as Bruce began to set a brutal pace, ramming into Edward that left the man under him screaming for more. Edward’s enthusiasm made Bruce hornier, the desperation in his eyes and the slobber dripping from his mouth. Bruce made a mental note to put that mouth to good use later. 

“Please, please, don’t stop, hah. I can feel you so–” Edward moaned, grappling for purchase against Bruce’s suit, but his fingers slipped against the smooth armor, “I can feel you so deep.” 

Edward trailed one of his hands down his stomach, just above his pubic bone, feeling the slight movement that shuddered through his body every time Bruce moved. It was sick, Bruce’s cock pushing so far into him that he could feel it in his stomach, but Edward loved being so full. 

Seeing this almost made Bruce break, and Bruce wouldn’t let himself cum first, so he took Edward’s red cock in his ungloved hand, spreading the precum over the head and base.

The only thing Edward could do now was babble incoherent gibberish, physically shaking from the stimulation and feeling himself get closer to that peak. 

His orgasm tore through him rapidly, causing Edward to unconsciously tighten around Bruce, making the larger man double over as he shoved his face into the crook of Edward’s neck.

The two men came together, with Edward’s cum landing on his and Bruce’s stomach while Bruce came deep in Edward’s ass, some of it leaking past his cock and dripping onto the mattress below. 

Edward moaned as Bruce growled like a feral animal, bucking his hips to get the last bits of cum out, causing shocks of overstimulation to ripple through Edward’s body, nearing the precipice of pain. 

After a couple of moments, Bruce collected himself, his breathing still heavy, when he separated and pulled out of Edward, hissing as he did so. 

Edward was satiated, completely dazed as his eyes drifted off into space, looking thoroughly fucked. Edward giggled as he adjusted his glasses, but his glee was cut short when he saw the Bat already put away and heading for the door. 

Nashton scrambled to his knees, leaning to grab Bruce’s arm, “Hey, where’re you going?” Edward looked like a kicked puppy, his eyes wide and already started to glaze over. 

Bruce couldn’t help the rush of guilt that quickly settled like a hard lump in his stomach. Even though Edward Nashton, the Riddler, was one of the most dangerous men in Gotham right now, his face was uncannily innocent, with round cheeks and big eyes that ate at Bruce’s resolve. 

It was quiet; the only thing leaving Bruce’s mouth was a mixture of uhms and uhs. Still, Edward tried pulling Bruce back, and Bruce was too distracted to notice his feet moving in that direction. 

Bruce was about to pull back when Edward murmured, “You don’t have to leave this minute, right?” 

When Bruce didn’t answer, still having that dumbfounded look on his face, Edward started to ramble, “I know you said this was an exception, but, y’know,” Edward pulled Bruce closer until he hit the edge of the bed, “It’d be nice if you stayed a little longer. That’s all I ask.” 

Readily, Bruce’s willpower diminished, especially after hearing how soft and fragile Edward sounded. 

With a grunt and rolling of the eyes, Bruce reasoned, “I’ll stay the night, but you have to tell me everything you know about Gotham’s undercity.” 

Edward’s face lit up as he wrapped his skinny arms around Bruce’s neck, “You make me sound like a petulant child.” 

Bruce gave Edward a look, so Edward caved with a defeated sigh, “Fine. Yes. I’ll tell you everything I know about Gotham’s undercity.” 

“Thank you.” Bruce parted from Edward, heading for the door again. 

“Wait, I thought we had a deal?” 

Bruce snickered, “Can I go to the bathroom at least?” Edward deflated, humiliated once again at his clingy tendencies. His head hung as he nodded sheepishly, turning bright red at Bruce’s teasing laughter. 

Edward had settled into bed, too lazy to get up and clean himself off but smart enough to not get under the sheets and completely dirty the sheets. He watched the buzzing neon sign that hung right outside his window and coated his room in an almost ethereal glow. 

His bedroom door lurched open, and from behind it came Bruce, de-suited and human-looking. He wore a makeshift face cover that resembled a ski mask with a black hoodie and jeans. 

Bruce was still big, but now that Edward could see him outside the suit, he noticed the barely-there change in height. Now, Edward had at least a couple of inches on the man. It was not enough to ever ensure Edward won in a hand-to-hand fight with the Bat, but it still made a sick joy flow through his veins as he eyed the dark man. 

“You don’t have to stare.” Bruce threw a water bottle at Edward as he approached the bed, carrying a damp cloth in his other hand. 

Edward picked the bottle up, waving it at Bruce, “For me? You’re too sweet, Batsy.” 

“Blugh, don’t call me that.” Bruce sat on the bed, already starting to swipe at Edward’s stomach and clean off the half-dried residue. 

Although Edward tried his best to come off aloof, he couldn’t help but avert his gaze, too overwhelmed by the subtle show of care. He had never envisioned this side of Batman, a kinder side that would have to be there since he never killed any of his victims. Sure, he brutalized them, but they’d be up and walking again after a couple of weeks. 

Bruce was an ever-confounding puzzle that intrigued Edward the more he tried to sort the pieces out, and if there was one thing about Edward, he loved puzzles. 

Soon, Bruce had finished cleaning Edward off and pulled the sheets over his body, snatching some away. Edward watched the rise and fall of Bruce’s chest intently as he flung his arm over his eyes and shifted to get more comfortable. 

The urge to snatch Bruce’s disguise off was great, but Edward decided to enact some self-control he had forgone recently, deciding the consequences would be too great if he were to do that now. And, a small part of Edward didn’t want to break the fragile trust Bruce had just bestowed upon him. Many people hadn’t afforded Edward that same level of faith, and this was the man he was supposed to be enemies with, or at least, that’s what the media thinks. 

Secretly, Edward was grateful for the trust Bruce had given him tonight and the vulnerability he exposed. This was the first time in his life anyone had ever treated him with some semblance of decency, and Edward would be downright selfish to take advantage. 

If Edward were smart, maybe he’d be able to get Bruce to do this again, get Bruce to reveal his identity to him, without the cat and mouse chase. No matter how much Edward found the hunt exciting, a part of him longed for human connection, the same as everyone else. 

So, Edward snuggled closer to Bruce, wrapping his arm around him and shoving his head into the crevice between his shoulder blades. Bruce smiled to himself, already coming to terms with his sudden attraction to the lunatic cuddling into him. 

Bruce thought he might be able to change Edward, too. It was his mother who instilled the idea of second chances into his head from an early age, saying that even some of the worst people you meet could change if given a chance. 

As he drifted off to sleep, he thought he’d be willing to give Edward that second chance, even if it meant it might bite him in the ass later on. 

[fancyduckle]

Lemon riddlebat + riddlejokes fic idea:

Ed and bruce are roommates and MIT and ed is his friend and aa notorious slut, so bruce is constantly falling asleep to the sound of Ed’s cries and whines of pleasure. But one day Bruce has enough and goes to knock on Edwards door only for it to slip open and rival jerome (joker) balls deep in his roommate (and friend) and gets pissed. Enter porn and rivalry.

Plot: Jerome and Bruce fighting over The hot pice of ass that is Ed, even if he just wants to get laid and coddled.

[edlikesboys]

Riddlebat smut <3

Hardly any riddlebat fics on this godforsaken website so I'm here to fix that. Edward is chubby and trans <33

Warnings: Smut, Degradation, Bruce is mean but Edward loves it, choking, Edward squirts, unprotected sex/cumming inside (obviously dont do this irl), Sub Edward cause ain't no way that man can be dom

Enjoy, you filthy bastards~

Bruce removes his fingers from Edwards abused hole. The man whimpers, burying his face in Bruce's expensive pillows to muffle his desperate noises.

"Look at me" Bruce demands. Edward turns to see Bruce licking his slick off his fingers with a satisfied smirk. Edward flushes bright red at the filthy display but finds himself getting even wetter at Bruce's actions. Edward's empty cunt clenches at Bruce's dominance; the thrill of being put in his place an exhilarating feeling for the man. Bruce removes his throbbing cock from his jeans. He remains almost fully clothed, denying Edward the pleasure of seeing him in his full glory. Bruce notices the lust in Edward's eyes and knows he's desperate for Bruce to just fill him up and break his back.

"Beg for it" No time is wasted before Edward is pleading for Bruce to shove his fat cock inside of him.

"Please B-Bruce, please I need it so bad. Please I just need your cock. Ruin me. Please I'll die without it, fill me up with you fat dick" Bruce seems to deem that worthy enough and wastes no time before he's forcing his cock into Edward's greedy cunt. Bruce lets out a deep groan while Edward is screaming from the pain and pleasure. Bruce squeezes the meat of Edwards hips as he drives his hard cock deeper into Edward. One of Bruce's hands leave Edwards hips to trail up his stomach and grab on to one of his tits. Edward moans out various vulgarities as Bruce abuses his nipple, rolling it between his fingers before leaning down and taking it into his mouth. Edward's hands grasp onto Bruce's dark locks and he pulls him deeper into his chest. Bruce's pace is relentless as he plays with Edwards tits while pounding his needy cunt.

"O-oh fuck Brucey that feels so good~" Edward moans out. "Oh god, yes Bruce. F-fuck yesss oh my god, please go faster". Bruce enjoys knowing Edward is feeling good but his high pitched squealing is starting to get on his nerves. He lifts his head off of Edwards chest, staring into Edwards eyes before his hands find their way around Edwards throat and he squeezes.

"God you never shut your fucking mouth do you?" Edward is unable to respond and just lies there, enjoying Bruce's fat cock and his hands around his throat. Edwards cunt clenches at Bruce's hard words.

"Who would've guessed that the Riddler terrorizing Gotham is actually just a filthy whore who can't live without a fat cock? Look at you, you fucking love it don't you?" Bruce's hand eases up and Edward nods harshly. "Well fucking tell me then, sluts can talk can't they?"

"B-Bruce yes, Oh my god I fucking love being pounded by Batman. I'm just a filthy little whore" Edward chokes out. Bruce's cock throbs at Edward's words and he's pretty sure he's about 2 seconds away from filling him up with his load.

"Edward- Fuck, I'm gonna cum" Bruce groans out, his hand involuntarily tightening around Edward's throat. The added pressure sends Edward over the edge. Edward clenches harshly around Bruce's cock, squirting all over Bruce's abdomen as he violently cums. The sensation of Edward's tight walls clamping down on his cock send Bruce over the edge and he pumps load after load of cum straight into Edwards soaking cunt.

Bruce removes his hands from Edward's windpipe and he removes his soiled shirt before flopping down next to his beloved. Bruce's arms wrap around Edward's soft midsection and they both drift off into a deep slumber.

[rinkagamineeeee]

Riddler fanart!! :3