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Riddler x reader - Minors DNI

uhhhhh giving oral while the blorbo's driving :)

cw: oral, while driving, orgasm delay i guess, not beta read and written in like 30 minutes dont expect quality

~600 words, its short

“Babe whoa what’re doing!” The Riddler, or as you called him, Eddie, exclaimed. And that was a good question, what were you doing? Acting on inspiration is what it was. Unbuckling your seat belt and leaning over the console to suck him off sounded fun so that's exactly what you were going to do. If he wanted you to.

“I’m driving!” He hissed at you, both hands white knuckling the wheel. Despite his objections he opened his thighs a little wider for you, letting you settle on his lap.

“Do you actually want me to stop?”

“No, this is hot as fuck, but if I cum while driving I will crash the car.”

“Then I’ll make sure you don’t.” You patted his thigh reassuringly. A whine erupted from him in response.

You got to work, unzipping his fly and fishing out his half hard dick, leaving sloppy kisses up the shaft. Kitten licking at the tip, you swallowed any precum leaking out then slid half of him down your throat.

He groaned and jerked forward. His hand grabbed the back of your head to steady himself. When you started to move, the car filled with the sound of Eddie’s heavy breathing and whining.

“Fuck, fuck.” He breathed. You felt the car slow to a stop. He pushes you head down slightly when you try to raise it to look at him.

“Stoplight. Keep going.” You try not to grin as you continue your ministrations. Reaching your hand into his pants, you massage his balls. A few more seconds and the light was green, and he reluctantly started driving again. You were sure the other people in cars at the light probably saw you. The thrill sent a shiver down your spine.

“Fuck babe, I-“ You pinch at the base of his dick, and pause. Keeping him in your mouth as you hold off his orgasm. Just sitting, waiting, listening to him whine and beg.

“Please! Come on!” He’s pushing at your head again. But you pull off, sliding your fist up his dick agonizingly slow as you talk.

“You said if you cum we crash. So no.”

“Fuck this shit. I’m pulling over.”

“If you pull over, I’m stopping. If you want to finish you better get us home safely.” He stared at you, flicking his eyes to the road occasionally. His brain debating whether it’s worth sitting through this torture or better to pull over and just jerk himself off.

“Fine.” He said decisively, gripping the wheel tightly again. He’s not one to back down from a challenge, he tells himself, only a couple blocks to go this will be easy.

His resolve though was quick to crumble when you took him in your mouth again. He tried hard not to buck into you or let his eyes wander, fearful that he might cum on the spot if he looked. You could tell he was trying his hardest to stare out the window and drive without incident. A few more minutes and another botched orgasm later, he finally pulled into the parking for his safe house.

And no sooner did he grab your hair and fuck into you, moaning all the while. You tried to relax your throat for him and it didn’t take too much of his rutting before he was cumming down your throat with a loud groan. He let you up and you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand.

“Here I thought I was going to have to hold you off at least one more time before we got here. Good job Eddie!” You grinned, kissing his cheek then turning his head to kiss warmly at his lips.

“Fuck you.” He breathed heavily, still trying to catch his breath.

“If you want. You deserve it.”

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I’m back for Valentine’s Day!! I was a part of a Valentine’s exchange on @finniestoncrane ‘s discord server. And I got her as my secret valentine!! so I made this ~slightly suggestive~ Scriddler piece!!

I wish I had more time to properly render it but I’m really happy with how it came out and I hope Finnie likes it too!!  ~(˘▾˘~)

I hope everyone enjoys their day, regardless of if they have a valentine or not ❤

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(sheepishly slowly slides reqs across table to the other 176)

so uh. saw your reblog of wanting to eat arkham!riddler's practically nonexistent ass. that's my req. my req is him gettimg his ass eaten in the most sub way possible

Rim

Arkham!Riddler x GN!Reader, word count: 300 omg yes thank you for indulging me and letting me get real nasty while i wrote this at work bless you this was a good meal (i also picked the picture where he looked the grimiest because i am filth incarnate) 💚🔧 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: rimming by god, whiny little sub!eddie

“Ah… ah… oook…”

Edward’s body twitched, convulsing almost, each time your tongue pressed into his hole, the tip rigid and stiff as it swirled around the puckered skin. Laying it flat, you dragged it upwards, past his balls and along the underside of his cock. But neither of those areas had ever elicited the kind of response you had when you buried your face between his cheeks.

“You ok, Eddie?”

“Mhm… yeah… don’t st-stop…ok?”

With a cruel laugh, you dove back down to work, your fingers on either side of his hole in a ‘v’, keeping his cheeks apart just enough to be able to press yourself against him, into him. And with your other hand, you gripped his cock close to the base, sliding your loose fist up over the skin, palm rubbing the head, collecting the spills of precum that formed, coating his length with is as you brought your fist back down again.

“Hng… oooooh…”

You’d never heard him make noises like this before. Soft, high-pitched than usual. Whining, whimpering, completely and utterly subservient under you as you held him in place with the lure of pleasure alone. You could see it becoming addictive.

And as he brought his hand down, holding you in place, gripping your hair as he begged for more, begged you to fuck him with your tongue, pleading for you to taste him, you were sure he was enjoying himself more than he expected to.

“F… f… please!... Please... ooooh my god…”

He strangled out the last word, choking on it as his breath caught in his throat, orgasm taking precedent over every other bodily function, thick ropes of his cum landing on his abdomen as he bucked his hips up, rubbing his asshole along your tongue as he rode the final waves of satisfaction.

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Arkham Knight scarecrow with a corruption kink and the reader is like innocent and Jon has like very.. explicit sexual thoughts ab the reader.. soo he does those same things he though of to the reader (Crane’s got a sir kink too🥴 the reader is female btw!!)

Venal

Arkham!Jonathan x Female!Reader, word count: 1k terrible boy is hot and opens new line of kink thinking for finnie ;-; request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: sub/dom elements i guess if you squint hard enough, innocent!reader, naivety, suggested virginity/inexperience, needle, controlling, fear play kinda, kind of dubcon because he's scary and he uses that to his advantage, though reader goes along with it, but just incase!

Your innocence was beyond comparison, a key component in his interest in you. Sweet, naïve, so willing to find the positive and good in people. Although he was sure the determination you had to seek the good in him was by down dwindled to a glimmer of hope that you might be able to find at least one redeeming quality in him.

And he was more than happy to oblige. In fact, he was keen to offer you his secretive skillset, his one good thing.

So rarely did the opportunity come for him to be around people, although that lack of social interaction was by his own hand. It was only because he could smell it on you, the lack of experience that made you pliable, corruptible, that he let you think you had broken through. The same way he let himself think of you, untarnished skin, unspent virtues, unscathed interior, beckoning his cold and cruel touch. What pleasures could he draw forth from your gaping maw, as you gasped in pain at his arrival within you, at his fingers gripping tight to your flesh, your warm entrance stretching to accommodate his less than gentle length. The days, the weeks, he had spent, holding off on allowing himself even the quickest of releases in favour of waiting to savour you when you fell to him, which you would. You would.

“And though you knew of my academic prowess, you believed yourself to be in a position where you could teach me?”

He slammed his hand down against the dusty desk, behind which he loomed as you sat in a chair in front of it, nervously pulling at your skirt, fraying the hem with the strenuous, obsessive pulling at the loose threads, desperately trying not to think of his own threads, the fabric that became one with him.

“I thought, Jonathan…Mr. Crane…I thought”-

“Sir.”

You hesitate, trying not to look him in the eye as you allow this first leniency, the first sign of submission to him.

“…Sir…I thought I could show you how to accept kindness or at least-”

“Futile…but admirable that would make an attempt. Would you like to learn something though?”

He walked softly around the desk, leg brace creaking ever so slightly with each step. His fingers curling around the edge of the wooden tabletop as he leant against it, leaning forward to whisper into your ear.

“Because I have a whole host of wisdom I might be able to impart on someone so…lacking.”

Your breath hitched as the fingers of his hand traced against your thigh, just below the hem which you were gripping tightly at.

“Afraid of something?”

He stayed close to your ear, his words chilling and yet oddly welcoming, comforting.

“Yes.”

It was all you could muster, but the one word reply amused him, seemingly, as he let out a soft chuckle followed by a moan.

“But do you like that?”

“Yes.”

He withdrew from your personal space, so quickly it caused you to jump, nerves already frayed, but he ignored you and continued his lecture.

“I thought you might. There’s no other reason for you to have continued seeing me for so long. You knew one of us was going to win the battle of the wits, and you took the risk. Eagerly, I assume?”

You swallowed the pooling saliva, hands tremoring as you clasped them together in your lap, eyes fixed to the floor. His fingers, jagged and rough nails digging into the soft skin past your jaw, hooked under your chin and tilted your head up, gaze meeting his clouded stare.

“You knew you would crumble. You reek of venality.”

As you tilted your head away again in shame, he pulled it back up, pressing his thumb and forefinger at either side to hold you in place.

“Awfully brave. You would disobey me?”

Fear response.

“No, sir.”

His voice, gravelly and appreciative in return.

“Good girl. In fact, you’re a very good girl it would seem. I can’t tell how good yet.” He pressed his palm to the inner thigh of one of your legs, pushing them apart slightly. “But I intend to find out.”

Too frightened to move, to desperate to say no, you allowed your hips to relax, legs opening wide on the chair, skirt hitching further up your thighs as you opened yourself up to Crane, who stared intensely at your underwear, the slight damp patch that formed there.

“So quick to arousal, are you desperate, or have you not built up a tolerance yet?”

“Jonathan, I-”

“Sir.”

“Sir…I’m not a…I’ve had…partners, but not-”

He was swift, nimble and rough fingers pulling the fabric covering your swollen lips to the side, dipping the tips between your folds, dragging a shivering breath from your throat.

“None like this. And not enough to prepare you for me. No, none like me.”

He leaned in, breathing in your ear, anticipation tingling over the hairs which stood up straight all over your body. His fingers languidly explored inside of you as you waited for his words. But you twitched when his tongue pressed forth from his lightly caged lips, dragging itself up your cheek before he grazed the skin with his teeth.

“And none after me either. I’ll teach you. I’ll show you. I’ll have you bending to my will.”

“Sir.” A moan of approval as he withdrew his mouth and fingers from you to gaze at you, taking you in as you shuddered, face blushing red, hands covering your slick mound, eyes averted but darting up to meet his occasionally, worried he might be disappointed that you wouldn’t look at him. When you caught his eyes, he held your attention. He was leaning against the desk again, hand behind him teasing at the drawer, the sound of it sliding open as he brought his hand back round again, needle in his palm. He tapped against the glass, watching the orange liquid inside jiggle slightly.

“We’ll see to it that you’re on my level.”

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a little cockwarming for the soul

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ahem. men who stutter when they’re fucking you because you feel so good, who whimper thank yous in your ear because they can’t believe they get to be inside of you, who whine for you to kiss them and touch them and all of their rough persona seems to fade away a little because they need to feel as much of you as they can, they need your physical contact, sometimes you whisper that they’re handsome or that you love them and they whimper out that they’re not gonna last long, they’re so close, and knowing that you want them pushes them over the edge completely

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aight its the boys, Anyways-

besties, its just us three rn, who do yall want to see horny doodles of

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The first thing i post on this blog, I present to you this dream I had with Papa which I immediately wrote down and have been sitting on for months debating if I should write a fic around it

Merry crisis

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This is my 13th reason

Mmmm gonna make a nsfw blog I think

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F anyway, kindly disregard the blog I responded with in my last rb, I don’t know why tumblr did that to me I wasn’t even logged in on it

Mmmm gonna make a nsfw blog I think

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What did you search???? Cause it should be there??

Mmmm gonna make a nsfw blog I think