#the riddler 2022

[daisygirlwrites]

take a slice

edward nashton x fem!reader

warnings: Graphic Violence, Blood, Gore, Death, Mentions of Suicide, Cannibalistic Imagery, Slight Sexual Content

word count: 1.5k

notes: no use of y/n, no proof reading (finished this at like 4 am, lmao)

a/n: tis the start of my riddler era, more to come ( ノ ^o^)ノ

Edward can’t help but compare on how the both of you approach the act of violence.

For him, he almost treats it like art. Taking his time planning, putting the pieces together, going through every little detail just so everything is right. This is also the reason why he avoids fights, knowing his mind would go into overdrive thinking about the infinite possibilities of what could go wrong. Instead, he hunts. Moving slowly and silently, like a snake coiled up, ready to strike once he knows for sure he has the upper hand. Wrapping himself around his victims, trapping them before sinking his venom into their skin. And once he’s finished with them, he leaves their bodies on display for the world to see. For them to gaze upon his masterpiece. 

You on the other hand are his opposite. With how you treat everything like a job, typing up a report and killing people is no different for you. At times, it almost seems like it’s a chore, opting for efficiency and speed. No matter the process, no matter how messy it gets, just as long as it gets done.

He cannot deny the fact that between the two of you, you’re in a whole other league when it comes to direct confrontation. However, even though heading straight into a fight isn’t much of an issue for you, it is for Edward. The single thought of losing you, especially when he finally allowed himself to indulge the slice of heaven you offered him, has him spiraling. He feels so helpless as he sits behind your computer, tracking your location and counting down the minutes when you enter the house. His anxiety doesn’t go away when he sees you walk in with more than a few cuts and bruises, hands shaking as you let him put you back together. But after some sweet words and sweeter kisses his worries drift away until the next time you come home in a similar state.

Although, despite his valid concerns for your well being, when it comes to witnessing you commit those despicable acts against humanity, he can’t help but watch in awe. 

Such instances, like tonight, when you came to his rescue on what was supposed to be an easy job. The one time you said yes to his insistent begging, to let him join you on the field just for the night, he found himself drugged and restrained an hour later. 

The last thing he recalls before everything faded to black was spotting you in the corner of the room, waiting for him. As he weaves through the large crowd of club goers, he drowns out the flashing lights and the speakers blasting shitty house music. However, with his tunnel vision on you, Edward failed to realize that he was being tailed. He sees your face morph into panic as the needle pricks his neck, his body suddenly feeling heavy. His legs stutter as he tries to fight the sedative in his system but his vision is fading fast. And then nothing. 

The house lights of the club didn’t help his throbbing headache when he finally opened his eyes. His mind and body are sluggish. He’d breathe out a huff of frustration if it weren’t for the duct tape covering his mouth. Glancing down at his tape bound arms and legs, something in his brain laughs at the irony. 

A handful of men in cheap suits litter the deserted dancefloor, occasionally sneaking a tense glance at him. Edward doesn’t even bother with them, his eyes scanning for any sign of your presence in the room, his heartbeat becoming louder to ignore. You’re coming to get him, you always do. His attention finally shifts when he sees the club owner approach him, quickly ripping the tape off his mouth. He bites back a hiss, the sting on his face slowly dissipates before glaring at the man standing before him.

His heartbeat is deafening at his point, barely processing the questions he’s being asked about. It’s mostly about you, more specifically where you are right now. And God, wished he knew that answer too. Though, technically he does, as he knows you haven’t left the building. Not without him. It’s enough to give him a sense of peace.

Growing frustrated at Edward's lack of response, the sound of a pistol getting cocked back echoes through the room before feeling the cold metal pushing against his forehead. “Last time, where did she go?” 

Edward could barely contain his smile, staring up at the man, letting out a shaky laugh, “She never left.”

The lights cut out suddenly. Everything becomes shrouded in darkness, except for the harsh red and pink light illuminating the dance floor. He can hear the other people in the bar panicking, cursing in confusion and fear as they realize something isn’t right. 

Time seemed to freeze when an arm flew through, landing in the middle of the dance floor with a thud. Everyone stares at it, bewilderment turning into dread as a pained screech soon follows. Eyes snapped to the man stumbling and falling backwards on his own blood, desperately trying to crawl away from you. He doesn’t get far before you bring the ax down, his screams drowning out as he chokes on the red liquid. And there you were, in all of your bloody glory. Edward felt his heart throb and something else too.

Guns were drawn and the storm began. The gunshots echoed off the walls like thunder. Red rained all over, as well as fingers and limbs falling to the ground. Your skirt bounced and twirled as you quickly maneuvered around the dancefloor. It was almost like you were dancing, the way you dodge and weave, countering every attack with grace. He can’t help but feel lost in his emotions, his terror and twisted desire for you.

One by one, another life leaves the earth by your hands. Silence befalls the room, save for the club owners’ pained gasps as he lays pathetically in the pool of his own blood. The soft clicks of your heels snaps Edward’s attention back to you, his heavenly savior. Your baby blue dress now stained red, matching your hands and splatters on your skin. The blade of the ax lands on the floor with a hard thunk followed by the ugly scraping as you drag it behind you. 

Flashes of his childhood run through his mind. It was after he turned ten when one of the priests told him how blessed he was that he survived every winter since then. How lucky he was that God chose him to live. But he didn’t feel lucky, especially when he continued to suffer the cold that seeps into his bones every night. Sometimes, he’d pray to whoever's listening, that when he falls asleep, it’ll be the last time. And that morning, when the sun rays hit his eyes, it was another reminder that his prayers will never be answered.

As the years went on, every so often the sweet release of death temps him. How just one small step off the platform would maybe, just maybe, grant him the peace he’d always dream about. But just like how death calls to him, fear grips him by the neck, yanking him back. Not yet, Edward. The voice snarls, echoing throughout his mind, following him as he gets older.

However, this time around, it’s quiet.

His eyes meet with yours, a cold sweat runs down his neck. The cold rage in your eyes hasn’t left and for a moment, just for a moment, Edward believes that he will meet his end.  Not dying by the harsh winters or to a bullet in his head, but instead in the hands of his beloved. And he wouldn’t have it any other way. He’d let you gut him open, to crawl inside him and wear his skin.  He’d want you to chase him down, dragging him to the ground, your teeth ripping away his flesh as he sings your name. To watch you eat his heart as he takes his final breaths.

However, the killing blow does not come and the ax falls beside him. Delicate hands rip away the duck tape binding his limbs. His arms fall limp and unmoving, either by the drugs still in his system or by fear, he can’t really tell at the moment. A wave of copper and your lavender perfume hits his nose as you gently cup his jaw, ignoring how the blood sticks to his skin as you lift his head up. He couldn’t help but let his gaze wander. Even though blue is your color, he thinks red is quite beautiful on you as well. 

If it weren’t for the fact that his body feels like lead, he would have pushed you onto your back and ravished you amongst the corpses. To worship you in the best way he knows how, on his knees with his head between your thighs.

The fire in your eyes has disappeared, replaced with concern as you scan his face and body for any injuries before returning his gaze. “I’m sorry for being late,” you murmur, gently caressing his cheek. He leans into your hand, closing his eyes as he lets out a sigh of relief.

You pressed a soft kiss on his forehead, pulling back to look at him again, “Okay, sweetheart, let's get you home.” Edward smiles up at you. He’s already home, safe and sound in your arms.

[poisonsdying]

i HATE these guys!!! I HATE THEM!!!

[edward-nygma-nashton]

"I can fix him." "I can make him worse." Hey guys... maybe we can accept him for who he is? Would that be okay?

[broccolipaws]

If I think about him as a kid too hard I feel sick

[jackmustcry]

riddler as the Virgin Mary

[lithium-worm]

FREAK ALERT !!

[noivey]

super quick doodle I did to celebrate Halloween :)

Will be dressing up as Eds to pass out candy haha

[ednashtn]

"i hope it's a dud and we gotta do it all again tuesday" kills me . i love you xAstroCrabx

[trevolinesmelody]

August art lol THIS IS A REDRAW BTW! OF ART I MADE IN 2022! XDDD ITS VERY GROSS ART I HATE IT, but im gonna show you :p

yes, I admit it, I drew him as a twink, I hate myself too and I was Riddlerbat shipper lol, bye, blessed I am for leavijg the twinkification era....

I DONT HATE PEOPLE WHO TWINKIFY EDDIE! ITS JUST NOT MY CUP OF TEA!

WHY THE SHIRT IS SO UP? WHY ITS EMPTY IN THE MIDDLE? WHY IS HE ACTING LIKE A FEMBOY?

I hate you 2022 Melody..........

[ricoelpobre]

Bro

[jayduztumb1r]

Our First Encounter..

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[serikatz]

guys….. im sorry but I’ve been laughing at this for like 10 minutes now 😭 the way he goes sliding on the wood (mutuals? ☹️🥺)

[cowboyscrypt]

[baicalpascal]

Sketchbook page of The Riddler again because I love him and I'm obsessed 🐎✨💚

[puzzlekinq]

pls write anything for edward ily

using this as an excuse to post horny eddie headcanons >:3 (i love you too!!)

edward nashton x gn reader nsfw headcanons

amab reader inclusive !!

cw: pegging, power dynamics, dacryphilia, orgasm denial, jealousy, possessive behavior.

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♡ okay first off. its 3 inches soft, 5 inches hard, pink tip, very thick. stretches you out very nicely.

♡ frequently jerks off. (insert paul dano chronic masturbater image) he has to beat his meat at least a couple times a day. plus i think he'd wake up with morning wood constantly. he has to crank one out as quick as he can if he doesnt want to be late for work, or else hes going in public with a hard on. (he's done it before and it was agony. its your fault he was hard. what have you done)

♡ he would never tell a single soul what kind of porn he watches. but i will, because im the one writing this post

♡ hes embarrassed about how much he enjoys the idea of you pegging him if ya dont have the necessary bits. the first video he watched of someone absolutely railing a guys ass, he got so painfully hard in an instant. ended up not being able to keep himself quiet as he furiously stroked his throbbing dick while he clamped his hand over his mouth for some sort of noise control.

♡ the first time he tried to fuck his own ass was a challenge. yes, his fingers sufficed, they were long enough to reach the right spot, but he didnt know lube was necessary (inexperienced virgin moment) so he just stuck them in dry, and that along with the pain of stretching himself open made for an unpleasant insertion. but he eventually got the hang of it and shot a massive load all over his stomach in like three minutes.

♡ huge praise kink. i'd say he has more of a thing for being praised than degraded, although he likes both. nobody has said a kind word to him in his life, rarely even a simple "thank you". he needs you to tell him hes good, that hes doing so well taking your strap, devouring your cunt, sucking your cock- anything. he just wants to hear that hes doing a good job, and that someone thinks positively of him for once, in a non-sexual context as well.

♡ but he also enjoys when youre a little mean to him in the bedroom, of course. he fucking loves being manhandled, choked, slapped, spit on, or having his dick or ass used just for your pleasure.

♡ LOVES EATING PUSSY!!!! the taste, the smell, the slick and cum all over his face while he grinds against the mattress, getting off to your moans- its all so incredibly hot to him. he'll literally beg to eat you out.

♡ loves sucking dick too!!! he loves taking your cock as far down his throat as he can, usually ending up gagging on it, but hes trying his best. and you know, practice makes perfect, and god, does he love practicing on you. your groans as you push his head down further onto your dick is enough to make him cream his pants. loves when you cum all over his face!!!! he prefers tasting you though.

♡ will cum too fast if he doesnt control himself, and thats why he'll edge himself for as long as you need. the overstimulation from edging feels so fucking good to him, so he really doesnt mind at all if chasing your orgasm takes a while. he gets so drunk off fucking you, he could spend the entire day rutting into your slick warmth.

♡ he can simulate that fantasy by letting you cockwarm him all night, or while hes doing paperwork, or just when youre cuddling on the couch. he cant get enough of being inside of you, he always wants more.

♡ sometimes he'll have to pull out of you and squeeze the base of his cock while he takes slow breaths to stop himself from cumming, his bottom lip crushed painfully between his teeth as sweat drips from his forehead, eyes squeezed shut while he lets out several high pitched whimpers at every exhale. its a pretty sight.

♡ hes veryyy vocal. even if he tried to be quiet he cannot shut up to save his life. has to at least whisper frantic, slurred praises into your ear about how good you feel, how beautiful/handsome/amazing you are, and how you take his cock so well like your holes were made to fit him inside of you, like a puzzle piece- his way of putting it into words.

♡ you were the missing piece in his life for so long, being inside of you is the closest he'll ever get to becoming one with a devine being such as you. he truly does worship you.

♡ hes even louder when hes close, rambling about how bad he wants to fill your tight little hole with his cum, and how good you feel milking his cock.

♡ he loves to edge you as much as he does to himself. your desperate pleads and whines for release, the release that is in his power to take away from you, gives him a blissful feeling of control. he'll make you beg for him to keep fucking you with his fingers, stroking your dick- whatever it would be, he wants to hear you cry for him. he thinks youre so lovely when you cry.

♡ he can be mean about it too. sometimes he'll listen and keep pleasuring you, but goes agonizingly slow, just to hear you beg for it harder, faster, just to make your pretty eyes gloss over with tears. he'll just giggle at you looking so pathetic under him, the knowledge of the state you're in being because of what hes doing to you gets him so excited.

♡ wipes away your tears with his thumb while mockingly cooing about how he knows it hurts, but youre just not asking nice enough.

♡ it honestly just gives him a major power trip. he's like this more often when he's in his riddler getup. you know, the thing about being his true self under the mask, no shame, no limits, blah blah.

♡ not to say he cant be submissive when hes the riddler. because you can totally make him drop the scary, dominant act in like 2 seconds. hes not as tough as he feels in the costume.

♡ but if you let him indulge in his heightened ego he'll make sure you cant even stand up for a couple hours. he got too sillygoofy (wrecked ur guts with his dick) sorry

♡ he's so easy to turn on. it's he really just you being you that gets him so worked up. woke up to your sleepy, angelic self cuddled up next to him? horny. you gave him a hug that lingered for too long? horny. youre wearing his jacket that looks adorably big on you? MEGA HORNY.

♡ he just likes when you wear his clothes in general. he'll take any opportunity he can to offer you his clothes. he thinks you look really cute and hot in them and it gets him all flustered.

♡ he cant pick between chest, ass, or thighs. all of them are so good to him. his head between your thighs, or shoved in your chest with his tongue lapping at your nipples, or having his palm full of the plush flesh of your ass while he fucks you from behind- its all so heavenly to him.

♡ hes a tummy guy too. if you have a chubbier tummy he'll go SO nuts over it. he needs to squeeze your love handles or he'll die. he loves tummy rolls too!! he is GOING to drool over your body no matter what size or shape you are.

♡ speaking of your tummy, he likes having his hand on your stomach while he fucks you. its like a reminder of how deep inside of you he is. he loves having you full of him.

♡ loves the idea of breeding you and getting you pregnant, but if you cant, having you full of his cum is still his way of reassuring himself that you belong to him.

♡ hes very possessive when it comes to you. youre the one good thing hes ever had, and hes not letting you go. ever. and he lets you know that with the way he repeats the word "mine" like a mantra against your love bite covered neck.

♡ he gets extremely jealous easily, and the best way to make him feel better is to let him bury himself inside of you and mark up your body to alleviate his insecurities. he'll leave bruises and hickeys in very noticeable spots, and be like "oops, sorry 🥺" but hes absolutely not. he did it on purpose as his way of telling all of gotham "fuck you, theyre mine."

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oki doki im gonna stop there or this post is gonna be way too long . i have lots of Thoughts about this guy bfgdudhdh i hope this is like. good. or decent

[jackmustcry]

a 2025 riddler (please do not feel the need to tell me you do not think he looks like Paul Dano)