#dano!riddler x you

[abrcmswrld]

NSFW Alphabet | TFE!Edward Nashton x Reader

Word Count: 1,979

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

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

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

HBD Pookie<3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

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

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

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

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

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

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[always-andromeda]

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𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ✯ Edward Nashton x Fem!Reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ✯ 2447

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 ✯ daydreaming about being with you is better than actually being with you because i missed all the red flags and now it's too late + "You're a monster." + "That's never stopped you before."

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ✯ this isn't an official return to writing Dano content! this is merely me getting in touch with my roots a little! because you can't give me unhinged prompts and then tell me not to get even a little bit inspired to write something for Edward lmao. p.s. yes I ever so slightly changed the dialogue prompt!! it just made more sense in the end!!

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ✯ smut (minors, do not interact), descriptions of sex, Edward being his normal homicidal self <3, reader is kind of an asshole lmao, vague allusions to violence, and that's all I can think of! please let me know if I need to add more!

(mdni banner template credit goes to @cafekitsune!!)

Sometimes it astounded you just how far a set of sad eyes could fuel your romantic mind. You hesitated to admit that you were delusional, but the thought certainly lived in the back of your head. Anytime it traveled to the front you’d simply brush it back with the justification that everyone did this.

Everyone made up those little romances to lose themselves in. It gave you something to think about in the gaps between really living. In that narrow room of your head lived Edward Nashton. And god, was he really starting to take up even more real estate than you’d ever meant for him to.

He wasn’t even your nicest coworker. Far from it actually, considering how stand-offish he was. At first you looked right over him, preferring the company of coworkers that didn’t make you feel like you were being looked down upon. Because whether he intended it or not, he radiated some sort of superiority. Though he rarely spoke, you simply caught the idea that he didn’t want to be part of anything going on.

Edward never attended company lunches, never went out for drinks after work, and mostly kept to himself during his lunch breaks. He seemed almost intent on isolating himself as much as possible. It didn’t occur to you that maybe it was wrong to quickly assign such malice to his disinterest until he chimed in on a break room conversation you were having with a coworker.

She’d been expressing excitement over the prospect of Bella Reál running for mayor against Mayor Mitchell. She’d scoffed, “It’s about time that bastard gets pushed out of office. We finally have a chance for some real change here.”

For as quiet as he was, you were surprised that Edward’s voice sounded so firm when he raised his head and spoke, “Realchange? What are the odds of that? She’s just another politician. And politicians...they’re nothing more than cardboard cutouts for whatever demographic they want to pander to. They can’t save everyone.“

Your coworker rolled her eyes, saying something about how cynicism won’t do anyone any good before decidedly pushing him out of the conversation entirely. And that gave you the clearest picture you’d had of him yet. Maybe it was less that he didn’t want to be a part of things and more that he didn’t know how to be a part of things.

The more you viewed him through that lens, the more he made sense. And the more it made your heart break for him. It wasn't pity. God no. Out of everyone you knew, Edward was surely the smartest and most capable. But that didn't make it any easier watching him look at the rest of the world with that twitchy, distrustful eye.

Maybe if you were a different person you would've said something. You would at least sit with him. But truth told, he intimidated you.

So, not wanting to risk shouldering any of his disdain, you watched him. And you built up an idea. An idea you were quite fond of.

You noticed that he drank his coffee black. Figured that he took everything else that way too. That he cut straight through the sugar and cream and gulped down the bitterness, grounds and all. All reason, no nonsense. You decided it would probably be hard to be with him. But that wouldn't make it any less gratifying.

Already you could imagine Edward and his walls and how you'd attempt to break through them. Maybe there was some sort of tragic past behind his disassociation. Maybe there was something in him that reflected a little bit of yourself. Maybe you could help him; make him happier. Or maybe he was just a plain old asshole and you'd only make each other worse. Either way, it made him compelling to deconstruct.

Especially when comparing him to the other men in your office. Many of them were loud, boastful, and – perhaps due to some deep seated insecurity – always trying to prove something. Edward, on the other hand, seemed to wear that insecurity on his sleeve with his stuttering replies and lingering glances towards his superiors. You bet he was secretly possessive. Not exactly swift to a fight, but definitely quick to prove that his power was effortless; he didn't need showmanship the way those other men did. 

Something about that made him inherently cool to you. As much as he may have been a nobody, a loser, and a nerd...he was also everything. Everything and nothing all at once and you couldn't get enough of it.

If there was anyone in your office you guessed would ask you out, it certainly wasn't Edward. Edward, in your mind, didn't take those risks. And he certainly didn't care enough about you to see you as any different from the rest of his coworkers.

But somehow he managed to break your script the morning he confidently waltzed straight to your cubicle across the office and asked if you liked Italian food.

"Eh, I'm impartial," you replied sheepishly, not sure where the question was leading.

To your surprise, Edward gave a small nod, issuing his silent approval. "Good. Because there's a diner in town that I'd like to take you out to."

You had to blink quickly, wondering for a moment if you'd honest-to-god lost your mind and fallen too far into one of your daydreams.

"Huh?"

That's when Edward's own voice faltered slightly, "I-is that a yes? Or a no?" and finally it struck you that this was reality. 

"Yes!" you blurted your reply. "I'd love to go out with you."

Once you'd worked out the particulars of this assumed date, you could hardly hide your anticipation. You'd been nervous for dates before. But this was a new beast. You barely knew a thing about him and you hadn't so much as had a real conversation with him.

Why he'd asked you out in the first place, you had no idea. None of it made any sense but before you could question his intentions, you second guessed that gut feeling. Those rose tinted glasses fell over your gaze with ease at that point.

Maybe he was just as nervous as you were. Maybe this was his attempt at doing something bold. Maybe you were the asshole for assuming dubious intent. Maybe you just had to give him a chance. After all, he was giving you a chance. And suddenly you interest was piqued all over again.

On its own, the date was average. You hadn't expected a Michelin star meal, but as far as greasy diner food went, this one sat heavy in your stomach and Edward's untrained social skills didn't help.

He made conversation like he'd read a Wikihow article on it before picking you up. And while it was a lackluster feeling that spurred inside you when he was reciting those lines to you, it only made you want to deliberately break his script again. You knew he had it in him; you'd seen it before.

Ignoring every ounce of advice on social etiquette you'd ever learned, you asked him what he thought about the upcoming election. And that seemed to be just the ticket as he set his mug of black coffee down, a goofy grin scrawling out on his doughy face. Before you knew it, he launched into an uninterrupted tangent about the grim state of Gotham politics for the next few minutes.

It was simple enough nodding along and giving the occasional sympathetic hum. Even if you did feel the same about the broken system you lived in, it was a little disappointing realizing that he was like many of the men you'd dated. One that liked the sound of his own voice too much that you could barely get a word in edgewise.

But you think you liked the sound of his voice more when he said, "My apartment is nearby. Would you like to...come over?"

And you knew he liked yours when you agreed.

Edward was a virgin, just like you expected. You tried not to show too much pride over your skillful deduction at the vulnerable admission. But you couldn't help the small rise in your tone when you replied, "Oh, you haven't...?"

Edward shook his head before hiding his face in your neck and groaning. And if you hadn't felt how unmistakably hard he was against your thigh, you might've felt bad for him. As wrong as it felt, you were ecstatic.

You couldn't believe your luck, getting to be this man's first. As meaningless as the concept of virginity was to you in theory...in this scenario...it inspired some very sentimental feelings. Feelings that even if he wasn't exactly everything you'd built him up to be, you'd still always have this imprint on him.

Repeatedly you reassured that you didn't find that fact embarrassing while suppressing the fact that more than anything, you wanted him. You'd dreamed about him for long enough that this felt like teasing. And it wasn't fun.

He fucked almost exactly the way you thought he would. Desperate. Disconnected. Animalistic. Like he was searching for something. Whether that be pleasure or perhaps a good old fashioned connection with someone, you didn't know. All you knew was that it made you giggle to think of your coworkers' looks of surprise when they found out that the Edward Nashton had managed to bring a girl home on the first date.

Even though he didn't make you come with penetration, it was fairly easy showing him how to use his fingers. Initially his touch was rough. As soon as you squealed and squirmed, he'd stopped dead in his tracks and looked at you with that sad, sorry stare. And despite the fact that he'd been the one to hurt you, he still managed to make you feel sorry for him.

But that didn't matter. Once you got him going, his focus on maintaining that light, even pressure as he circled your clit was unbreakable. You could tell that he was deriving pleasure from this too. That he liked staring deep into your eyes as they clouded over with mounting pleasure before blowing wide once you tipped over the edge. He chased the keening sounds of your arousal with an intensity that made the whole thing seem far more urgent than it actually was. 

You were in so deep that you hadn't noticed the tears streaming down your cheeks until you'd finished and Edward had set off for his bathroom to wet a towel for cleanup. Once his bedroom door closed, you felt comfortable enough to really lay back and let out the breath you'd been holding. Being around him made your nerves short circuit and as much as you hated to admit it, it shrouded your judgment.

Knowing close to nothing about him, you found yourself picking through the flashes you'd gotten when stumbling into his apartment. Between kisses, you remember hearing squeaks. Maybe it was mice? Rats? Judging by the crumbling state of his room, you were uncertain over whether he owned them or they'd simply...made their home among his. You hoped it was the former. Your imagination forced you to believe that.

Finally you sat up, looking around his room. Edward's discarded button up work shirt laid forgotten on the floor. You picked it up and pulled it on to regain some of your modesty as you began dissecting once more.

Once you started to get a good look at your surroundings, you felt that pit in your stomach. Or maybe it was the greasy diner food sitting uncomfortably in your stomach. But that justification seemed less likely when you noticed the mirror on his dresser was smashed out, the broken glass still sitting on the wood surface. Any idea of it being accidental disappeared when you spotted the cork board beside the dresser. Pinned to it were photos and articles marked dramatically with red ink.

The words FILTHY PIGS written in big letters over a picture accompanying an article that detailed a GCPD drug den bust. The world LIAR scrawled over an old image of Thomas Wayne, most likely from his campaign days. Then there were the most worrying ones. Photos of people you vaguely recognized that weren't defaced with words. You saw Mayor Mitchell, Bella Reál, Gotham's attorney general, and a few others all with one thing in common. Right in the middle of their foreheads were targets, painted in red that dripped down their faces like blood.

This wasn't just some sort of bizarre art project. The closer you looked at the smaller annotations scribbled into the margins, the more you realized that this was some sort of morbid obsession of his. And for the first time, he scared you.

His stares and his silence meant nothing compared to the pure terror this inspired in you.

The bedroom door creaked as Edward pushed it open. His grip on the wet washcloth in his hand tightened as he caught what you were looking at.

"You see the truth now, don't you?" he asked meekly with a distant look.

"What?"

His voice dripped with emotion, "The brokenness. The-the-the corruption. The suffering. You understand that they need to pay, don't you?" He now stared expectantly, gesturing to his board of horrors.

You spoke carefully and slowly, "I'm...not sure I understand why Bella Reál is up there. All she wants to do is help–"

A different kind of darkness shadowed his expression now. It was one that you couldn't find any sort of romance in. But there was intent. All you knew was that none of the pieces you'd found could ever put together a pretty image. There was no reframing, no romanticizing, and no disregarding this. This intent was one of violence. One that seemed to spread as much pain and poison that was trapped inside of him.

Suddenly his eagerness to take you out felt less like a once in a lifetime chance and more like a death sentence. No amount of deduction would've led you to daydream something this depraved. If you'd poured the milk and sugar into your perception of him, these were bitter coffee grounds at the bottom of the mug. And you were doomed to swallow it up until the last drop.

Edward inched closer, his tone turning almost manic, “No one can save us. Not even the Batman. He can’t save us the way we need to be saved. But I can. I can do the thing that no one is bold enough to do."

“You’re a monster,” your voice quivered.

Edward chuckled. “As if that stopped you before.”

[undiscovered-horizon]

Imagine the Riddler being your secret admirer.

Valentine's Day was one of those occasions that were fairly easy to forget about when one did not make plans for the day. Busy with your mundane, daily life you realized the date only when passing a store that advertised a "buy one get one free" sale on bouquets.

Some time ago maybe you'd felt lonely or insecure but having grown up, you learned that it was just another day. Not even all couples celebrate it. So you just went home, thinking about the discounted flowers and chocolates you'll be able to buy tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.

The apartment building was quiet as usual - no one unexpected coming in, no party-goers leaving. Sometimes it felt like you were living in a ghost town in the middle of Gotham City, as strange as it may sound.

At the end of the hallway was the door to your apartment. To your surprise, something was placed in front of them as if a package of some sort. You didn't remember ordering anything... Maybe the delivery guy couldn't get ahold of one of the neighbours?

Approaching the door, it became clear to you that it wasn't just a misplaced package; somebody meant to place it there:

Your first thought was that some lovesick fool got the address wrong but you had to change your mind upon further inspection of the envelope taped to your door - there was your name written on it.

"Weird," you calmly whispered to yourself. You weren't sure what to make of it so far.

Having ripped the envelope away from the door, you opened it to see the secret it held and it wasn't in any way surprising, especially in the given context: a card.

Its front was about as typical as Valentine cards get: red colour, a teddy bear holding a heart-shaped balloon and a cringy rhyme.

"A love so precious, a love so true, a love that comes from me to you," you read out loud. Why were supermarket cards always so cheesy? "What on Earth...?"

Naively, you looked around the hall in hopes of catching the smallest trail of the secret admirer. However, the corridor remained as before - quiet, deserted. Ghosts don't leave gifts for the living, so whoever left the flowers and card for you to find, must have done it shortly before your arrival.

Inside the card was another rhyme, although that one was actually a riddle:

"I have freedom from hate, but not from lies. I'm usually seen through clouded eyes. I come unexpectedly, though you wait for me all your life. I can't be bought yet some people try. What am I?"

"Wait all your life?" you repeated quietly to yourself. There was only one thing that fit the fairly vague description. "True love?"

With a weirdly mixed feeling in your chest, you put the card back inside the envelope and picked up the beautiful bouquet that lay at your doorstep:

Fresh sunflowers, gerberas and carnations - an array of warm colours that reminded one of the unbearably carefree lightness of summer days. Taking into account that it was Valentine's Day, roses would have been the more obvious, if not stereotypical, choice so whoever bought those flowers for you wanted to come off as thoughtful.

Among the orange, yellow and powdery pink flowers was another card, although this one was much smaller and had only one sentence scribbled on it in shabby handwriting:

"I can't fight this feeling any longer," you read. "REO Speedwagon fan, huh?"

A smile crept unto your face. You couldn't decide whether the mystery was creepy or heartwarming. Maybe both? In any case, you opened the door to your apartment and went inside, the flowers and the envelope in hand. Then, you couldn't help but quietly giggle to yourself - since when was your life a chick-flick?

He watched the whole scene play out, hiding in plain sight and none could be the wiser. It was a great risk on his part, really. Had you just looked out the window adjacent to your door, you would have been staring right into his dreamy eyes, clouded with an obsession for so long. You could have thrown out his gifts but no, you took them with you. Goodness gracious, you smiled at them! You obviously loved his offering of devotion! Now he knew he was able to have your heart the same way you've had his for weeks.

Eddie was gloating, triumphantly laughing at the unbelievable notion: that someone like you accepted love from someone like him.

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[imagine--if]

Edward Nashton Falling For His Coworker Would Include...

A/N: I wanted to release the imagine today but I've made it pretty long so it's still not done 😂 enjoy this till the proper thing's released in a couple of days 💚

❔• It's pretty clear in the comic that Edward doesn't really enjoy the company he puts up with at work; the numbers help him clear his head and focus on something stable, but being overlooked by his boss for years and everyone else getting the attention tires and frustrated him. He makes mental notes of everyone that works with or around him... and damn, yours?!? 😍

❔• If you're the only person in the building that's noticed and friendly and popular, but actually meets his eye when you talk to him and smile at him sweetly, he's almost immediately gone. Maybe he's not as invisible as he thought!! No one has ever smiled at him like that before, or smiled at all. Who actually are you?

❔• So Ed will go back home and stalk you as subtly as he can all over your social media profiles and wanders after you absentmindedly (following you 😏) when you walk home after work. Eventually he's gonna slip up and you'll bump into him with a "Hi... hey, I know you, you're downstairs, right? Edward?"

❔• And while his face flushed and he stutters a dopey response, his brain is going absolutely mental because YoU rEmEmBeReD hIs NaMe?!?!??? Yep, it's love, it's got to be love, you're his 😂

❔• I genuinely believe that if someone (you) was so earnestly kind and caring and pure, you'd be considered an angel that's just meant for him in Eddie's eyes, contrasting with everyone else he's encountered that are cold and unfeeling and awful 💚

❔• That just leaves the next week or so with his eyes chasing after you when you chat with others or you're busy working and getting on well with others or whatever around him. Man's very obsessive, so when he finally cracks and either the confident, smothering Riddler or the bashful, intense Edward Nashton 🥰️

❔• I'm leaving the rest for the imagine cus I don't wanna spoil it aaaahgskf- 😵

[spookbusters]

Spit Me Out (18+)

Summary: Edward thinks of something while in the shower with you.

// Pairing: Edward Nashton x F!Reader

// Word Count: 1.9k

// Warnings: Not beta-d! Porn w/o plot, brief showering together, handjob/thighjob, oral (m!receiving), face/throatfucking, brief mention of mirrors, f!masturbation, brief dirty talk, cumplay (spitting/eating), finger sucking, implied switch!reader+eddie.

// A/N: Yay, a longer one! Thank you everyone for so much love on my first Eddie fic!! I’m super excited to be adding a few other Paul Dano characters to my writing list!! <3

// As per the warnings, note that this work is intended for those who are of age in their respective countries! MINORS DNI!!!

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He didn't mean to think of it that way. Frankly, he wasn't even entirely sure where it came from. All he knew was that now he was getting lost in his thoughts of you...

"Edward, is everything ok?"

Eddie panics a bit when he realizes you had been talking to him. "Wha-, " he starts, noting the concern on your face, "I'm-... It's ok, honey. What'd you say?" "Can you pass me my body wash, please?" He nods, fishing for the bright pink bottle in the shower caddy. "Thank you."

For a moment, while you're occupied with lathering the fruity-scented wash all over your damp skin, he allows himself to revisit the mental image he had just been so enthralled by. You had been washing your hair, standing under the water to rinse out the conditioner that made your hair silken and soft- something he loves. Water had gotten in your mouth when you opened it to say something to him, and Edward had watched as you spit the water out.

Again, he had no idea where it came from, but immediately his imagination was flooded with images of you on your knees, tears running tracks down the outer edges of your eyes, as you spit his cum from your mouth. It's like a stain on his mind. No matter how hard he tries to push the thought away, unwilling to defile the gentle intimacy of being here with you, that image of you burns a hole through him and he can't stop the thought's physical effects on him.

Blood rushes to his cock, and he immediately moves to see himself out of the shower, despite your protests and the unrinsed soap bubbles sliding down his chest. "Eddie, baby, what's wrong?" You're rushing to rinse off and hop out, fishing for your towel on one of the hooks. He doesn't have enough time to both wipe off the leftover soap and get the towel around his waist, so you get an eyeful of him, long and thick and solid before he has a chance to hide.

Edward blushes, the tips of his ears turning a burning crimson, "l didn't want to bother you with... this," your heart thuds at how shy he sounds before he rushes, "l know you had a long day at work; I know you just wanted to relax tonight, I'm sorry." You smile, genuine and warm, and Eddie's knees buckle ever so slightly when he sees it. "Is this what was the matter," you coo, "Just a little embarrassed?" Your voice is gentle, teasing, and tinged with faux innocence.

It makes him throb.

"l told you, l didn't want to bother you," he replied. Watching the water droplets roll over your curves as you step towards him is hypnotic. Before he can blink, you're in front of him, wet fingertips sliding down his stomach to rest on his hips. "You could never," you assert, voice warm with growing arousal, "l love taking care of you." He hardly realizes you're backing him up until his back meets the cool wall; the shiver that courses through his body is a shockwave.

The noise Edward makes when the soft skin of your palm meets his head is delicious. Somewhere between a whine and a sigh, it makes the blood burn in your veins. "Now, sweetheart, what was it that got you so worked up, hm?" Your fingers dance along his heated skin, spreading Eddie's rapidly leaking precum and making him twitch in your hand. "Thinking about you," he replies, eyes fluttering shut at your touch, "But 's- ngh... st-stupid."

When his gaze meets yours again, your eyes are big and soft, "Why would it be stupid, Eddie?" The way your palm is now skirting against his shaft is causing his brain to lag and he's slow to respond. He's overwhelmed by you in the best way. "You spit out water," he pants softly. The two of you are so close you can feel every rise and fall of his chest, "Made me think of you spitting out my-..."

Edward doesn't get the chance to finish; you decide at that point to start stroking him in earnest. The increase in pace and pressure, the way your fist tightens around him, is incredible. "Eddie, why would you ever think that's stupid, honey," you chastise softly, "That's so hot."

He doesn't hesitate in pressing his lips against yours, breathing in the scent of your fresh body wash, and peeking his tongue out to run against the seam of your kiss. His hands, which had previously been stuck at his sides, have maneuvered their way around your body to grip at whatever flesh they could manage.

You open up for him readily, wantingly, and he all but devours you. It's your turn to whimper when he starts biting at your lips, and you feel as though the remaining water skimming your skin may boil into steam. 

"Wanna feel you," is all you can manage before you're placing him, hot and slick, between your thighs. He moves before you get the chance to, rocking his hips against you, and his solid weight against your clit makes you dizzy. Your nerves feel like they're on fire, raw and sensitive from the intensity of this spur-of-the-moment tryst.

Meanwhile, Edward is having what he earnestly believes might be an out-of-body experience. For a moment, he genuinely thinks he might be watching this from the perspective of a third party before he understands he's just looking at your shared reflection in the bathroom mirror. He sees himself, teeth gritted and hair damp while he takes all that you offer. He sees you, arms around his shoulders and his hands on your waist. You’re hanging on for dear life as he takes you apart from the outside.

Your release hits you like a freight train before you even have half a moment to recognize its approach. Eddie doesn't have enough time to tell you he's close, too, and perfectly content to spill himself all over your folds before he recognizes how your muscles tremble beneath the plushness of your lower tummy.

Wet. All you can register is that what you're feeling is wet, pulsing, and debilitating, and he's fucking you through it.

When you come down from the high, your legs feel like they're made of jelly, which is convenient because you're falling to your knees posthaste to take his sensitive cock into your mouth. You can taste yourself on him, and the eroticism of that fact is in no way lost on you.

A curse is spat from Eddie's wonderfully plump lips at the feel of your tongue. It's all he can do but keep himself from downright shoving himself down your throat at the first available opportunity. But Edward intentionally stops himself, waiting to feel you relax around him to take him deeper. He was so close, so close.

From below, you're watching his every move. His eyes are screwed shut, the hands once desperate for purchase on your ass now flexing as they knot themselves in your hair. When he finally opens his eyes, the sight of you almost does him in completely. Your eyes are half glazed over, your perfect lips working to accommodate his girth. God, you're beautiful.

Still, you can see the hesitancy in his body language and decide enough's enough. Your hands start at his calves, and a shudder wracks his body as they travel, feather-light, up to his thighs. Slowly, as though you're trying not to frighten him, you press your fingers into his skin and pull him towards you.

With this unspoken permission, he's pushing his hips into your face. You watch below him with hooded eyes as he loses himself almost completely. The fingers in your hair tighten ever so slightly, guiding your head back and forth against the length of him. A groan rumbles deep in his chest as he uses your mouth. The sound sends lightning down your spine, and the need briefly sated by your prior orgasm returns threefold.

One hand remains on his thigh, content to feel the thick muscle flex with every long stroke into you, the other snakes between your legs where your slit aches for more touch. The pads of your fingers drag through your folds and you sigh, mouth full, at the contact. Edward watches with intense eyes, and you're so content in your own little world, that you barely hear him speak.

"You want another?"

He watches you nod as best you can, and he's perfectly content to continue engaging in this exercise in mutualism until you both get what you want. He shoves himself further down your throat and your head is spinning as you split your focus between breathing properly and building the searing climax you feel on the horizon.

"You look so good like this," his breathing is uneven, and your hand speeds up to try to meet up with where you know his body is at, "Look so good, getting off to taking my cock." His words are powerful, and you whimper at them. Eddie marvels over you, brows drawn together over pleasure-drunk eyes, fingers making a wet sound with every plunge into your cunt. He feels it stronger than ever, boiling inside him. So close. "Want you to cum for me, can you do that?" Your only response is a wanton moan. "Please," he chokes, "Let me see it." 

And you do. Your walls flex around your fingers and the sight of you, twitching and choking, finally becomes too much for Edward to bear. 

When he finally falls over the edge, it's an all-encompassing, full-body experience. It sends a shiver through his body that makes his legs tremble, and makes the sandy hair on his arms and at the base of his neck stand on end. He pulls his dick from between your lips, and you almost ogle at the sight of it still hard. 

Edward falls to his knees to be closer to you, wedging himself between your body and the bathroom wall. "Spi-... spit it out," he murmurs, watching you with intense eyes, and you comply instantly.

The familiar taste of his cum is bitter, but oh-so Eddie on your tongue. Your lips purse a bit as you spit. It's a little sloppy, but that's on purpose; you're making a show of it for his benefit. The pale fluid shines on your lips like a gloss, dripping and dribbling from your mouth to your chin to drip on the tops of your breasts.

You're a work of art to him: tear tracks stain your cheeks with the memory of his head hitting the back of your throat, your hair is tangled from his frantic fingers, and his cum paints the lower half of your face.

It's everything he's ever imagined it to be and so much more. 

"Edward," you call, and it makes him realize he was staring at you in stupefied silence. A wicked grin spreads on your features. "We made a mess of me, baby," you purr, and Edward's eyes widen as he starts to look anywhere but at you, taking on a sudden shyness about what's transpired. "I'm sorry, honey," he says, voice soft.

You extend a hand to gingerly grab his wrist, guiding his fingers first to wipe his release from your chin and then shove those same fingers into your mouth. His jaw drops, and you can see his length twitch in your peripheral vision. When you've sucked his fingers to your satisfaction, you release his wrist so they can fall from between your lips.

"That's alright, sweetheart," you soothe, voice gentle. He knows that tone always means a mouthwatering danger is lurking beneath your surface. 

 "You can help me clean up."

[starlightsearches]

Hunger Pangs

Had this idea a couple nights ago. Sometimes when I can't fall asleep I'll put on Pride and Prejudice (2005) and it made me think of falling asleep next to Eddie. If you enjoyed it please let me know!

Edward Nashton x Femme! Reader

Warnings: 18+ only, piv sex, free use, somnophilia, cockwarming, unprotected sex, cream pie, language, the whole thing is pretty tender.

The screen flickers softly, and Eddie tries to make sense of the movie playing on your laptop, the one you'd sleepily told him was your favorite. His eyes scan across the subtitles, since the volume is too low to hear the whispered words between the two protagonists, both so caught up in their longing glances they couldn't be bothered to enunciate for Eddie's benefit.

The letters all blur together, though. Nothing sticks, not when he's desperate like this. He's fighting to keep his hips still—a stiff ache emanating from his cock and eating away at his reason until the only thing he can cling to is the fear that he might wake you.

But your body’s so warm, curled against his chest. He'd climbed in beside you as soon as he got home from work, found you wrapped up under the covers of the bed you share each night, laughing softly over a story you'd heard countless times and characters you considered intimate friends.

There was something about it—something so domestic, as you pressed up against him, greeting him with a tired kiss—something that gave him hunger pangs he could not satisfy on his own.

His home was not this apartment, not the city that chewed him up countless times and then spat him out for his bitter taste. His home was and always would be you.

And he needed to be inside you. More than anything.

He prays for a sudden tone shift—a musical sting or a bit of shouted dialogue—but it seems the movie is as determined not to wake you as he is. You stay still, chest rising and falling steadily in time with the quiet melody, lips parted in a soft pout. He watches you in the flickering light of the screen.

Eddie feels sick that he could be this selfish.

He'll go to sleep, or try at least. He'll pray for some pleasant dream, something soft that might quell his hunger until he could have you.

Maybe you sense that on some level; your body shifts, pressing tighter until your hips meet his—hard cock pillowed in the cushion of your ass.

Eddie moans. Long and loud, the needy sound fills the space between your four walls. He covers his mouth with a fervent hand, but he's much too slow.

"Eddie?"

You breathe his name, turning over your shoulder, face dark in contrast to blue light of the screen. Eddie swallows, propped up on his arm still so he can look you in the eye.

"Yeah?"

You can still feel him through the thin shorts you're wearing, he's certain. With the gentle sway of your hips, he knows you know.

Your voice is thick with sleep, eyes blinking away the last traces of a dream. "You okay, honey?"

"I'm fine, dove," he whispers, encouraging you to lay against the pillow, brushing a gentle hand over your hair, "go back to sleep."

Your body twists against the sheets, turning to face him. He bites harsh lines into his bottom lip when the contact is lost.

You hum a little question, fingers tracing over the hard shape of his cock through the material of his sweats. Eddie let's out a gasp.

"You could have woken me up," you say.

He bites hard at the inside of his cheek, trying to maintain some composure. "I- I didn't want to bother you."

You just press him flat against the bed, shifting a leg over him until you're straddling his hips. Your body rolls languidly over his jutting cock again. His fingers twist against the sheets.

"You'll never bother me, honey. You can have me whenever you want."

"Really?" He just resists the urge to buck his hips against yours as you lay your head down against his chest, lashes fluttering closed against warm cheeks.

"Mhmm, whenever."

Your clothed cunt is resting right against the bulge in his sweatpants. He takes a chance—emboldened—pressing the tips of his fingers against the damp fabric, tracing your familiar folds until he finds your clit. "Like, god, like right now?"

You hum softly, burying your face in Eddie's shoulder, lips soft at his neck. He takes that as a yes.

Eddie slips his thumbs under the edge of your sleep shorts, soft skin brushing against his knuckles as he bares you from the waist down. You've got hearth-warm thighs; he lets his hands travel over the curve of your ass, dipping into the heat between your legs with chill fingers.

There's a quiet rumbling in your chest when he slides between your folds, just dipping inside your entrance. You're wet already, sensitive from sleep and dripping after the few tender touches he's given. Eddie bites hard enough on the inside of his cheek to draw blood, trying to keep quiet.

It's difficult work, shifting his sweatpants down over his hips far enough for his cock to slip out with your weight on top of him, but he manages, hissing a little at the cool air.

Whenever you want. Eddie wonders if you know what you've promised him. He can't think of a single moment he hasn't wanted to be inside you.

The head of his cock presses up against your waiting hole, and there's a little resistance as he slips inside with a quiet groan, fluttering contractions squeezing him just right.

He takes his time, has to take his time, thrusting in as gently as he can with a white-knuckle grip on your hips as you swallow him. He could cum just like this, from the weight of your body and the plush grip of your cunt and the soft puff of your breaths on his neck.

The muscles in his core tighten; he resists the urge, even if he knows his strength won't last.

Eddie thrusts slowly, but it’s still too much. He's unraveling, not just because of the sublime drag of your cunt around the head of his cock with each gentle shift of his hips. You trust him enough to have you at your most vulnerable. You've given him everything he could want and then offered more.

He feels your lips part against his neck. You moan a little in your sleep.

Eddie spills inside you with a sob, too overcome to be cognizant of how loud he is as the waves of pleasure ripple through him. He can feel his cum leak out of you, white strands pulsing from your swollen cunt as he fucks himself through the aftershocks, going until the red-hot burn becomes too much.

He's panting, a sticky hand at your waist, petting lazily over your spine. You hardly stir. Eddie's shaking free hand shuts the lid of your laptop, plunging the two of you into darkness.

He thinks he could fall asleep like this—cock still seated firmly inside you, eyes closed as he wraps you tight in his arms. He does, breathing easy, feeling safe. Feeling home.

[sabinemorans]

Fic request: nervous/needy/simp/sub Edward with a teasing reader? Breeding kink perhaps? -🧠

It took awhile but I hope you're still around!

Solve the Riddle, Win a Prize

Edward Nashton x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3k

NSFW Warnings 18+ ONLY: Breeding kink (with intent to impregnate), dirty talk, pussy eating, subby Eddie, orgasm denial, creampie 

You gazed lovingly at Eddie as he worked on one of his little gifts for Batman. He was so cute when he was concentrating, mumbling to himself and sometimes he’d let out a giggle and would turn to you and express how excited he was for this newest thing. You loved him so much and as you were looking at him something kinda hit you out of nowhere.

You wanted to have his baby. 

It was something you’d thought about your whole life and as you grew and explored life you wondered if it was just because you had been raised as a girl and felt compelled to think that way. But not too long before you met Eddie you’d come to the conclusion that you did actually want kids, and you hoped someday to have them. Struck by your sudden realization you grinned and kinda chuckled to yourself as you thought about it. 

“What’s up?” 

Eddie had heard you and was now looking at you curiously, glue in one hand and the other pushing his glasses back up his nose. You stammered a little, feeling embarrassed to have been daydreaming like that. 

“Oh! U-uh nothing, just thinking.” 

Eddie turned in his swivel chair to face you with an eyebrow raised. “About what?” 

“Just…about a fanfiction I read,” you lie, shrugging and looking down. This was fair though, since you were an avid fanfiction reader. As often as Eddie stayed up to make and solve puzzles, you were on your phone reading filthy Daredevil x Punisher or Spider-Man x Moon Knight fanfiction that sometimes got you so riled up you went to find Eddie. Your face was a bit pink and after a second you did think of a scene from one of your stories and you grinned again. 

Eddie hummed, not fully believing you but knowing the look on your face when you thought about your stories and letting it go for now. He turns back to his work table. “Oh yeah? You wanna tell me about it?” 

You giggled and sipped your hot chocolate, eyeing Eddie’s back and imagining him in the position of Moon Knight from the last fic you’d read. “Mmmm…maybe later. We’d need some equipment to make it happen anyway.”

Eddie looked at you from over the tops of his glasses and you giggled again. You two went about your night as usual but as you were cuddling later on, the gears in your mind were turning and a plan was forming. Tomorrow you’d head to the craft and stationary store Eddie loved so much. Start making some cards of your own…

***

It took some time-about two months to be more precise-but you did it. The day before Eddie took a two week paid vacation from his accounting job (which he kept mostly just for alibis and appearances now that your joint uh, streaming efforts were doing very well), you hid your little surprises all around the apartment right after he left and then started on editing some videos. 

When Eddie got home that evening you greeted him with a kiss as always but deepened it instead of keeping it quick. You slid your arms around his neck and hummed as you pressed yourself closer to him. Time to put the plan in motion.

Eddie squeaked a little in happiness and surprise and hugged you tightly, tipping his head to kiss you back. 

“What was that for?” He asked with a little giggle when the two of you finally broke apart. 

Feeling warm already from his kiss you bite your lip, and run your hands up and down his chest softly. “Oh you know, I’m just excited for you to be home with me for two weeks. We’re gonna have so much fun! I even made up a little game, if you wanna play that is.” 

He’d grinned when you said you were excited, starting to flush as he always did when you said affectionate things like that. At the mention of a game his eyebrows went up and his eyes were suddenly sparkling. Good, just like you wanted. 

“A game? Well, if it’s with you, My Only, of course I wanna play a game,” Eddie crooned, making your insides shiver with want. His big hands with their deft fingers slid further down your body to grab your behind and squeeze it in just the right way to make you gasp and whimper, which you did because he knew you too well dammit. You saw the heat behind his clear glasses but it wasn’t time for that yet. The game came first, and then he would. 

Mustering your strength, you pulled back a little and gestured around the small apartment. “Good! Because I’ve hidden some clues around the apartment that will give you a hint as to what’s waiting for you if you win.” 

“If? You don’t think I will?” Eddie loved a challenge, and as he stripped off his hoodie and hung it up you could see his eyes darting around to look for where the clues could be hidden. 

“No I think you will,” you admitted, biting your lip. “You’re much better at this stuff than I am but I thought it would be cute to try it this way.” 

“Try…?” 

You giggled. “Each card I made especially for you contains a clue about something about me and you. They are all also questions seeking an answer. There is no right or wrong answer, I just need one. But! One specific answer will make me very happy, and give you something you don’t often get. However, with the other answer, you’ll still be pleased. The first clue is found in a place we’ve been the only ones in, but thousands of others have seen.”

You grinned, hoping this was enough to continue to intrigue him and yet just below enough that he can’t figure it out immediately. He blinks at you, the wheels in his head turning and you making shooing motions. 

“Go on! Go look!” 

He takes a moment to think-then dashes to the bedroom! Very good, as the bedroom was a place your thousands of subscribers had only seen but a place the two of you had been together. As you plopped on the couch to watch the show you heard a little happy noise from the bedroom telling you he’d found the first card. 

Eddie came out of the bedroom looking both delighted and touched. “My Only this card! Oh it looks so good, you did such a good job I’m so proud of you. It’s so sweet you did it like this.” 

“Thank you,” you laughed, “but concentrate on the riddles! They aren’t perfect but I worked hard on them.“ 

“Right right!” He shook his brown hair, which was getting rather long and read the card. It only took a few seconds before he was striding across the room to the next, and about another minute before he was headed off again. He was growing more and more excited as it went on, even giving you a deep kiss when he came to grab the card from under your couch cushion. With half a dozen cards in his hands now he stood in front of you as he worked on the puzzle as a whole. Every card had a clue about what you wanted to ask, and a clue to the next clue. Each location a card was in was significant as well. 

You chewed your lip nervously as Eddie worked it out, muttering and then moving on to short sentences while he paces in front of you. After what seemed like forever he stopped cold. Eddie looked at you. You smiled sheepishly. Dropping the cards onto the nearest flat surface Eddie slowly kneeled in front of you and slid his hands under the hem of your shirt-well, his shirt-to expose your belly. You were in nothing but panties and the shirt, words written on your belly that made Eddie’s eyes widen to dinner plate size. 

“You…you mean it?” He asks softly, staring at your belly. 

You nodded, feeling shy and put your hands over his. “This is my way of asking if…if you want to. If not and you just wanna pretend I think that’s ok I just-”

He cut you off by kissing you deeply. You squeaked in surprise, then threw your arms around him and hugged him even closer. It was only over when you were breathless and giggling; Eddie taking off his glasses to set them aside. 

“Do you mean it?” You asked, wanting complete and total transparency. “It might…it could mess up your plans I know but…” 

Eddie looked at you and you could almost see the gears in his head turning. You had accepted who he was a long time ago, accepted his plan and now you both had so much money it could take the two of you out of Gotham if that was the chosen path. Eddie wanted to carry his plan out…he did and you knew it. But he hadn’t expected to find you and fall in love, you knew that too. 

It was nerve wracking to watch him think and have his thumbs idly massaging your hips. Finally, he said, “What if…we try but not really try? If it happens…we’ll deal with it then. Gives us time to think. We can try on and off…don’t plan. Just do.” 

He stroked your belly lovingly and smiled. “How’s that sound?” 

After a brief thought you nodded. “I think that’s the best way to go about it, no pressure. I wasn’t really ready to try right away anyway. But…” 

Leaning down a bit you kiss him, making it slow so he could really feel every bit of your lips colliding. Your hands slide onto his chest and begin to unbutton his shirt as you open your legs wider for him. When he’s left in just his t-shirt you slide his off your body, reveling in how his eyes become dark at the sight of your naked chest.

“I’ve always had a breeding kink,” you finish, bringing his hands to cup your empty stomach properly. “I’ve been holding back a bit when you fuck me.” 

“Oh…yeah?” Eddie’s voice had gotten deeper, more like his Riddler voice but not exactly. You smiled, knowing he was already getting very worked up. 

“Yeah. You want me to tell you?” He nods, recognizing your position at the moment and when you stand to slide your panties off your hips he doesn’t touch you. You have him take off his shoes and socks, which leaves him in his undershirt, boxers and jeans which is just how you wanted him. You wanted the juxtaposition of being naked while he was clothed. 

“Ask me nicely,” you prompted, carding your fingers through his hair and playing with the strands at the back of his neck. Eddie swallows hard before he asks politely if you would please tell him. 

“Good boy.” You sit back down, open your legs and draw his face close to your pussy, giving him permission to touch and please you. As he starts to rub your thighs and his nose starts to bury into your hair you start. “When you fuck me hard, I hold back the urge to beg for your baby. Like when the Riddler fucks me…has me in a mating press I just want to whine to get knocked up.”

Eddie let out a low moan at this and his long fingers slide along your legs; first going up to squeeze your hips then down to your knees where he grips from behind and tanks you closer to the edge of the couch. You gasp softly, feeling yourself getting damp already and open your legs wider for him. He uses his thumbs and spreads your lips to admire you before beginning to kick in long, slow strokes. 

“Fuck…you like that huh?” Fingers buried in his hair again you continue. “Legs around you tight…clutching at your jacket…I wanna say ‘that’s it baby, fuck a baby into me. Knock me up…I love you so much I wanna get b-big for you’” 

You stuttered when Eddie suddenly started letting his tongue inside you. He managed to keep the strokes slow and his pattern for when he was going to thrust his tongue inside was unpredictable, which only made you wetter.

“Or…or I wanna say things like, ‘fuck me like you wanna get me pregnant, like you’re trying to do it. Cum d-deep inside me, make me a m-m-mommy-fuck-Eddie!” He’d sped up and now was properly eating your pussy. He was holding your legs open obscenely, your legs up in the air now. You were reduced to gasps and whines with your fingers tugging on his hair. Your pussy had a deep, aching need for him but you weren’t ready just yet to give up all this pleasure. 

“God that’s so-that’s so good! Fuck, such a good pussy eater…are-are you gonna eat my pussy like this when I’m pregnant? Huh? G-gonna eat it still, maybe I’ll taste even better. Ssssweeter. Sssshit!” Your head lolls back when his fingers take over inside you so Eddie can breathe. All warmed from his mouth you take two with no problem, moaning as they hit those perfect deep spots. 

“Fuck,” Eddie swears, bringing your gaze (though a bit hazy) back to him after a moment. His eyes were wide with lust and your slick was all over his mouth. “If I had known…shit, I would’ve done it for sure-or tried. I’m so fucking hard just thinking about it.” 

His fingers speed up a little and you moan louder, beginning to pant now. “I love you. So much. More than I thought I was capable of and you see you like that…to make you like that…I want it so bad now.” 

You managed to grin at the neediness on Eddie’s face. He looked ready to bow to your every whim and your dominant streak surged up again. You cooed at him, stroking his face and then grabbed his wrist to keep him from moving his hand anymore. He looked so confused and started to stutter out an apology. 

“Did-did I do something wrong I-I-”

“Shhh shhh no baby, I just don’t wanna cum yet. I wanna make this first attempt last…and you look so sweet, so willing to serve. I bet you’d do anything to fuck me right now wouldn’t you? Hm?” Gently, you extracted Eddie’s fingers from inside you. He was distracted by this for a moment, but then remembered you’d asked a question. He nods. 

You raised the glistening digits to your lips, licking at the pads of his fingers teasingly. “Good…you’re going to be very good for me today Eddie. That’s how you’ll get a chance to fuck me. Now tell me…would you do anything for me?” 

His fingers, wet with your arousal are sucked into your mouth as soon as he starts to answer and the noise he makes…god you played it over and over again after this, reliving this day. 

Eddie stutters, a moan overtaking him. “Y-yes…anything.” 

You swallowed around his fingers and then let them slip from your mouth with a smirk. “Good. And you’d do anything to give me what I want?” 

“Yes,” he said breathlessly, leaning up to be closer to you. “Anything you wanted. I’d find a way to get to you.” 

“Awww, my sweet boy…that’s the right answer. To get me what I want, you’re gonna keep it in your pants until the veeeeerry last second you can, until I give you permission. Got that?” You watched with satisfaction as he nodded eagerly, and you patted his cheek in praise. “Good.” 

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“I need-I need to-I can’t please, please, please let me!” 

Eddie was utterly fucking desperate. His face was flushed, a bit sweaty and practically dripping with your cum. You’d taken him to the bedroom after making him promise to be good and made him fuck you with his tongue and fingers the way he wanted to with his cock. You’d cum several times at this point and were just about ready to let Eddie cum inside you. 

Sitting up you grabbed Eddie’s face and brought him close so you could ravage him with your tongue, fucking his mouth and licking his lips clean for him. You looked into his eyes and gave him an order. “Now Eddie, do it. Fuck me, put a baby in me.” 

“Oh…yes ma’am…” Eddie kisses you deeply, pushing his bottoms down and thrusting inside with a moan of relief. “Fuck-so good. I’m gonna, I’m gonna give you what you want, My Only.” 

He kisses you again and pumps into you, but only a few times. You smiled into Eddie’s shoulder as he cums, calling your name. Wrapping your legs around him, you give him a full body hug and kiss his cheek.

“Good job Eddie,” you say, giving his ear a little bite and pulling in his hair so you can look at him. He smiles, looking embarrassed. 

“I didn’t last very long…,” he mumbles, slowly pulling out of you slowly. “I usually…” 

“Shhhh that’s ok, I expected that silly! I wanted you to earn it, and you did. Our first time trying.” You put your hand on your belly and he sets his on top of yours. 

Eddie admires your hands together, then looks at his cum spilling from you. “Yeah…,” he smirks, suddenly winking at you. “I’m excited to keep trying. Maybe next time I’ll have you begging.”

Your pussy clenched just thinking about it, and as Eddie got up to get you both some much needed water you started thinking about something that had you grinning like an idiot. 

The followers were going to freak out. 

Maybe, once you were pregnant you would reveal it on a live, wouldn’t that be something?

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Hey! First of all I'm in love with the way you write honey <3 and my request is Dano!Riddler and his psychiatrist smut (who treated him before he became the Riddler ) but my ideia is he goes to jail in Arkam like at the end of the movie, but Eddie starts sending her letters and when he manages to escape from arkam he goes after her because he is in love/obsessed with her. (sorry my english isn't that good.)

Stay still

A/n: thank you so much! I love this idea! It took a long time, cause I’ve been struggling with writers block. So I’m sorry about that, but here it is. Hope you like it x

Dano!riddler x afab!reader

Word count: 2,5k

Summary: You were just doing your job, never in a million years would you think that it would get you here. Spreading your legs for your patient.

Warnings: smut, language, dom!riddler, mentions of stalking, mentions of murder, dub-con ish?

You stepped into your flat. Feeling drained of energy from the many hours of work. The past few weeks had been exhausting. Ever since your former patient Mr. Nashton was imprisoned, your life had been a living hell. The police had been questioning you nonstop, and you had to testify in court. Something you hadn’t done before, considering you were fairly new to the therapy business. You still could feel the way he was looking at you during those testimonies. Almost like you betrayed him. Weirdly enough that wasn’t the worst part. Literally hundreds of reporters and journalists had been trying to reach you. Asking you anything and everything. Standing outside your apartment complex all day. Waiting for you like vultures. You had seen some pretty awful stuff been said about you as well. How you probably was in on it. That you knew, but didn’t tell anyone. Some people would even go as far to say that you had an affair with him. Something that wasn’t true. None of it was true.

You walked into the kitchen, pouring a glass of water and downing it at once. Feeling the thirst that had been itching your throat for hours, finally disappear.

“Rough night?”

Your sister walked up to you, leaning against the counter.

“That’s one way of putting it.”

It got quiet for some time as you put the glass away. Walking closer to her.

“Thank you for watching the dogs on such a short notice. I wasn’t planning on working overtime tonight.”

She nodded and patted you shoulder.

“No worries, I have to get going though. I’d like to say good night to the kids.”

You nodded and smiled, as she walked over to her jacket.

“Say good night from me as well.”

You said to her as she walked towards the door.

“I will!”

She slightly yelled back. You could hear the door opening.

“Oh, and for gods sake, start getting your mail! Your postbox was overflowing again!”

She added, as you heard the door close behind her. You looked over at the pile of envelopes laying on your kitchen counter. You sighed, as you sat down on the bar stool. Starting to open the mail. One by one. A few bills, some coupons you’ll never use, a weird handwritten note from Arkham. The usual. Wait. Handwritten note from Arkham? You grabbed the letter again. Looking at the horrible writing, that was frighteningly familiar. She started to read it slowly.

“Dear Y/n.

I figured I’d write you. I want to apologise for everything that has happened to you because of me. It was never my intention. I do find it funny how so many think we had a relationship… I do think about that myself as well. If the circumstances were different, my love I promise you I’d be standing outside. Patience is key. Wait.”

You dropped the paper in shock. It wasn’t signed, but you didn’t need that to know who sent you this. You calmed your breath. It was just a letter. There was nothing to worry about. Just ignore it, and he’ll forget about it. You told yourself, as you grabbed it and threw it in the bin. You already had enough on your mind, this was nothing to worry about.

A week goes by, and there’s no letter in your mailbox. You’re finally able to relax. It had been almost two months since Edward was imprisoned. You weren’t the hottest thing in town anymore, and the news had gone back to normal. You were relieved that you could focus on your job again. On Thursday you checked your mail as you came home from a walk with the dogs. Expecting anything, but still getting surprised when you saw the letter from Arkham. You looked around. Scanning the halls of your apartment complex. You didn’t know why, but this whole thing made you feel uneasy. You hurriedly walked into your flat, feeling your heart rate go up by the second. This time the writing was more intense.

“Y/n

Why are you not answering me? I’ve given you time, you have to give me time. Don’t ignore me. Wait for me. Just wait.”

He was getting angry. A million thoughts went through your head, as a knot formed in your stomach. What did he mean by wait? Wait for him? You could either let this letter slide as well, or call the police. You calmed yourself down, and laughed at your own thought. It’s literally just a letter. He can’t hurt you, he’s behind bars. You’re not in danger, so why would you even think about calling the police? He’s probably just bored. You knew he had a temper, but it was harmless. At least he always was harmless towards you. You rubbed your eyes, feeling tired. Him sending you letters wasn’t anything to worry about, you told yourself. It wasn’t until a week later you realised that it was taking a turn. Numerous letters with short messages started arriving almost every day.

“Answer me.”

“I need you.”

“I don’t know how much longer I can stay away from you.”

“I’m sorry.”

The short letters never failed to give you chills. He was usually so talkative. Only one sentence was rare from him.

It wasn’t until a Friday night that you understood how serious he was. Your hands were shaking as you read the three sentence letter over and over. Hoping that you’ve read something wrong. But you haven’t, it’s right there. In black and white.

“I know where you live, y/n. I’m coming. Just wait.”

This was starting to get out of hand, you decided. You didn’t want to call the police before. Just to not disturb them with a few creepy letters. But now, you felt as if your life was in danger. You grabbed your phone. Starting to dial the emergency number, but suddenly stopped. A knock at the door. You froze. Was it him? No, it couldn’t be. He’s in Arkham! You pulled yourself together. Still holding your phone close to you, as you stepped closer and closer to the door. You peaked out the peeping hole. No one. With a quick exhale you opened the door. Looking around for whoever knocked on your door at this time. You looked to the right, seeing no one. Before you got pushed back into your own flat. You let out a yelp, as the door slammed shut in front of you. And there he stood. His tall frame towering over you. This was the moment you’d been dreading for the last months. Meeting him again.

“Hello, y/n. Long time, no see.”

He said as he walked closer to you. His loose fitting orange and white clothes almost glowing in the dim lit apartment. You backed away from him, feeling your breath getting heavier.

“No, no. Baby, don’t back away from me.”

He sounded desperate. Like he needed you. You looked behind you. Seeing the wall getting closer and closer. Soon you would have to be near him.

“Stay away from me.”

You said calmly. He tutted, shaking his head slightly.

“Don’t say that. I know you don’t mean it.”

You reached the wall, now locked in a corner. His face turned into a smile. He opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted. Your phone received a message and lit up. You looked over at it, and shortly he did as well. Before he could turn back, you threw yourself down at the floor without thinking. Feeling despair and fright fill your body. Acting on your instincts only. You crawled over trying to reach the phone. But right before you could, a strong grip formed around your hair. Pulling you close to a firm body. You screamed in pain. His free arm slipped around your waist. Holding you in place. You tried your best to struggle against him.

“Stop it, y/n.”

He said strictly. You continued regardless, feeling his grip around your hair tightening even more. Now fighting to get away from him. The phone was irrelevant at that point. But you had to stop, afraid that he’d actually pull your hair out. Shivers went down your spine, as you heard him smiling behind you. He bowed down, engulfing his face in your hair. Slightly moaning at the scent.

“At last, we’re finally together.”

He whispered in your ear.

“Don’t hurt me.”

His hand left your hair, and hooked under your arm and over your shoulder. You quickly placed your hand over his forearm. Afraid that he would try to choke you.

“I could never hurt you, my love.”

You were trying your best to not cry.

“Edward, please. I don’t- I don’t understand.”

He sighed, letting go of you and getting up.

“Stay still.”

Too afraid to do anything else, you complied. He walked over to your phone, now with a broken screen. He looked at the message you had received.

“It’s just your sister.”

He asked, placing the phone in his pocket. You looked at him confused. How did he know that she was your sister? In your contacts she was just written down by her first name.

“How do you know?”

You asked shortly. He flashed a short smile.

“I know everything about you. I used to stalk you, you know.”

You were sitting on your knees, hands folded. Just like he’d always dreamt. You looked terrified though.

“I used to stand outside your window at night. Seeing you come home from work. All exhausted and worn out. But you still looked beautiful. So beautiful.”

You nodded, adverting your eyes to the floor. You were terrified. Imagining all the things he would’ve seen throughout the years. He stepped slowly over to you again.

“Look at me.”

You looked at his shoes instead. Studying them like they were a work of art.

“I said look.”

He grabbed your jaw harshly, forcing you to look up at him.

“This is the man you’ve created, y/n. You sent me to Arkham. You made me a criminal. Why would you testify against me? I thought we had a connection.”

His hand loosened up. Now caressing your cheeks, feeling your smooth skin.

“I thought it was you and I.”

“There was never a you and I. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You grew confidence out of the blue. Having a feeling that he actually wouldn’t harm you.

“Don’t pretend like you didn’t feel it.”

“I’m not pretending. I am a professional, it was my job to listen to you. It’s not my fault that you turned into a-“

You made the crucial mistake of raising your voice at him. And was suddenly met with a hard slap against your cheek. You looked away from him, still in shock. Tears prickled at the back of your eyelids. You had to step lightly.

“Look what you’ve done to me. Now I’m a woman beater as well!”

He screamed. Your heart was beating probably the fastest it ever had. You looked back to him.

“Let’s talk about this ok?”

You said in a calm voice. Your hand slid up his thigh. His chest started heaving at your touch.

“We can talk, just like we did before.”

He looked down at you with half open eyes. Asking, no, daring you to continue.

“Please Edward. We don’t need to solve things with harshness.”

Your hand was awfully close to his already visible bulge. And he let out a satisfied sigh as your hand went over it. The feeling he had been waiting for for years. You understood what you had to do, as you reached for the button of his trousers.

“Stop.”

He suddenly said. You looked concerned up at him. Scared of what he was going to say next. He squatted down to be at your level, grabbing your chin.

“As much as I love your beautiful mouth, I need to fuck something else. I need to feel you.”

You let out a shaky breath at his words. Never had you heard him say anything like that. A mental conflict appeared on your head. Why did you find it attractive? He’s a psychopath, a murderer. But still you could feel your body reacting to him. He grabbed your hand and helped you up from the floor. He pushed you over to the kitchen. Shoving away the stuff from the counter, making everything fall down with a loud bang. He pressed your face down onto the counter, and you immediately arched your back. Excited to see this part of him. He didn’t strike you as such a dominant man. He pressed himself against your ass, and leant over to whisper in your ear.

“Stay still.”

You nodded, and he went back up. Undressing you hastily. Once your entire lower half was uncovered, he started working on his own clothes. As fast as he could, desperate to finally be able to feel you. After so many years of lusting after you. He stroked himself a few times before pushing into you. Not giving you any time to adjust to his size, and starting a rapid, punishing speed. You moaned as he started hitting into you. Feeling your walls clench around him. You grabbed the counter, needing some sort of stability.

“Fuck- you’re so tight.”

He said as he grabbed your hips. So harshly that he was sure you’d get bruises.

“I’ve wanted you like this for such a long time.”

He continued to speak. You were unable to answer him, being fucked like no one ever had fucked you before. He suddenly slapped your ass.

“Spreading your legs for me like a whore.”

He moaned after that sentence, as you clenched around him again.

“You like that, huh?”

You nodded, feeling a tear slide down your chin. He grabbed your hair, pulling you close to his body. Still fucking into you like an animal.

“Use your words, baby. I wanna hear that pretty voice.”

He started kissing your neck from behind, still holding your hair in a tight knot.

“Yes, please-“

You could feel him smile against you.

“Please what?”

You weren’t able to form words again. The new position making him hit your spot over and over.

“Say it.”

He demanded. He reached down your body and started rubbing your clit. Another wave of pleasure flew through you.

“Please fuck me, Edward. Just like that.”

You answered. And it clearly pleased him, as he started going even faster.

“I’m going to fill this tight fucking pussy up, baby.”

You felt yourself getting closer and closer.

“I’m coming-“

You managed to say, before your entire body tensed up. As the orgasm hit you.

“Me too, baby”

He said as well, before releasing inside you. The two of you filled the room with moans and cries as you rode out your orgasms. Once finished he pulled out, tucking himself back in. You needed a few moments to recover, and fell back down onto the counter. He leaned over you again.

“You look beautiful like this.”

He said and brushed your hair away from your face. You gave him a short tired smile, and he kissed your forehead.

“I would love to stay the night, but I have places to be. They should be looking for me.”

He got off you and started walking away. You turned around.

“Wait, are you leaving?”

You asked, not sure why you were so opposed to the idea. He’s a criminal, the faster he gets out of your house, the better. But for some reason you wanted him there. He gave you a short smile, before walking over to the door.

“Just answer your mail please.”

[your-nanas-house]

Hello! long time no see. So I wanted to ask if you could do a Dano!Riddler quick smut story 300 words. Also as always have a nice rest of your day! 😊

Hi! Have a nice rest of the day too and thanks for requesting for this event! 💕

Quick smut stories

Pairing: Dano!Riddler X Waitress!Reader

Warnings: smut

Words: 300

Summary: Intimate in the closed cafeteria.

Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English.

He didn't know how he had managed to end up in that delightful situation, he didn't know what he had done, what he had said but he couldn't complain about anything at all because what he had tasted in those few minutes was definitely more delicious than the cake he had ordered and eaten before he ended up on his knees behind the counter of the diner he often frequented, after eating and drinking some coffee while looking at the waitress who had served him and for whom he had had a sweet spot for quite some time; the same waitress who now had her legs spread and was letting him eat her out as she praised him, moaning happily while gently pulling his hair and coming on his tongue.

No, he couldn't quite understand how he had managed to get under the uniform skirt of the girl he had dreamed of doing these things with, he only remembered that she had said something using the adjective 'cute' while referring to him and now they were kissing, her hand had slipped under his shirt caressing his skin as she deepened the kiss and pulled him closer to her to unbutton his pants meeting his gaze and looking at his flushed face, lingering on his swollen lips while she slipped her hand inside to grab his length and stroke it a couple of times only to hear soft, low moans coming out of the man's mouth.

She slowly climbed onto the counter hugging and pulling him even closer with her legs, her uniform skirt riding up and her shirt almost completely open, her apron now forgotten on the cold ground of the place, their lips met again and Y/n, the waitress, slowly removed his glasses to place them beside her.

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lil drabble with edward nashton¡! 𔘓

warning: slight angst

authors note: this is my first fanfic on this site, so please cut me some slack!

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You met him at the local diner, closest to your apartment. He was... interesting, to say the least. He sat in the same spot, ordered the same food and drink, everytime. At this point, you remembered it by heart; a nice warm latte, and a single slice of pumpkin pie. 'Just an ordinary guy, there's nothing special about him.' Or so you thought...

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Edward waved to you as you walked into the quiet little restaurant. "Hey, nice seeing you here." He exclaimed; his eyes crinkled, a smiley-fry-like grin greeted you. "Come on–" you started, putting your bag down beside you, "it isn't like we don't see eachother all the time, silly." He adjusted his glasses, then took a sip out of his mug. The steam from the drink fogged up Edward's glasses when he looked back at you. "It's not my fault I like spending time with you."

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You raised a brow, "How so? We don't do much when we do spend time together. I don't have much to offer, other than being able to chat." He turned away, his eyes focused on the mug in front of him. "That's the thing, I feel like I can talk to you about anything." You swore you saw a flash of pink raise against his puffy cheeks.

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The waitress startled you out of your thoughts, requesting for your order. "Good evening. What would you like on this fine, dark night?" She flashed you a signature retail worker smile and waited patiently for your answer. The poor girl looked exhausted, bags hung low beneath her eyes. You took note to tip her well. "Hot chocolate, please." She nodded and turned back around, shuffling herself back into the kitchen.

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You glanced over your shoulder and noticed Edward's vacant expression. Puzzled, you leaned toward him and shook his shoulder gently. "Edward? You okay?" He jumped, a slight shiver went down his spine. "Ah!" He squeaked, "Yeah, of course." It could've been your imagination, but again, you swore you saw his cheeks grow an even brighter shade of pink than the first time. He licked his lips. "Do you need chapstick?" You asked, reaching for your bag. He shook his head. You shrugged and placed the bag back down. You and Edward didn't say a thing for quite some time.

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In the midst of the silence, he swiveled his chair to completely face you. 'Oh thank god, I was getting kind of uncomfortable, to be honest.' You sighed in relief, turning to face him in return.

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Edward cleared his throat before he spoke, as if he had been reciting what he was about to say in his mirror for weeks now. "Riddle me this... I can't be bought, but I can be stolen with a glance. I'm worthless to one, but priceless to two. What am I?" Edward tilted his head slowly, his big, murky green eyes gazed deeply into your own. You squinted and placed your hand on your chin, "Hmm." You dug far into your brain, desperately trying to search for the answer.

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Through your peripherals, you saw the waitress place your cup of hot chocolate infront of you. You got your wallet out of your bag and paid the tab, with a tip of the exact same price. The girl smiled genuinely this time, mouthing a "thank you" before running off behind the counter again.

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Your focus went back on Edward when he hinted, "It's a little more obvious than you think, you've just been avoiding it." You pursed your lips, then eyed at him up and down. "Avoiding what? I have no clue what you’re talking about."

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He sighed, turning back toward his drink. "Y'know, I never really had many friends when I was a kid. Anytime I let anyone in, they would judge me or give me weird stares." You listened carefully, watching him as he stirred his latte. "I was an outcast. Nobody cared what the loser orphan church choir kid had to say." Through Edward's clear glasses, you could tell how glossy his eyes were. You took one of his big hands and placed it in between your own. "I'm so sorry, you didn't deserve that, you don't deserve that." He gave you a weak smile. "That's why you're so special to me. You're the only one who has ever treated me like an actual human being."

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At that point, it finally hit you. It was all coming together. "Edward... Eddie?" You hesitated and peered down at his hand wrapped in yours. You squeezed it slightly. Your eyes locked on his as you sucked in a deep breath. "Do you love me? Is that what the riddle was about?"

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Edward chuckled and nodded, now you could finally notice that he was in fact blushing earlier. "Took you long enough, silly."

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[finniestoncrane]

Ik this is sorta late depending on time zones and this ask being cheesy as hell but what would the Riddlers do for Valentine's Day with reader? Something cheesy asf? Or not celebrating it at all? I wanna know I'm curious as hell now

Valentine's Date

Riddler Headcanons gosh i rushed so fast to get this done today!! luckily, it was a blessing as work was SLOW! so here are the boys and how they would celebrate valentine's day in my mind because i am down bad for them all and live in a fantasy world where they would all try and do something nice for you 💚 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: suggestive stuff but it's mostly fluff!!

young justice

i can almost guarantee that if you're spending valentine's day with him, it'll be the first one he's had with a partner

so he is pushing the boat out. or... as best as he can... what with the nerves

he wouldn't do something too extravagant, not too fancy or big. that would only increase the number of people he might embarrass himself in front of

he's far more keen on taking you to a quiet, unexpected but comfortable restaurant with quiet music and only a few tables, so he can talk to you and hear you properly

he'd buy you a single rose, hire the violinist to play a song by your table, your favourite tune

no dancing, he's got two left feet, but he will reach across the table and hold your hand, stroking it with his thumb and looking into your eyes

and when he takes you home, he'll walk you to your door and offer you a shy, reserved kiss

whether or not you pull him through the door by his tie and ravage the poor beast is up to you

unburied

he wouldn't actually ask you out for valentine's day

he'd give you a rant about capitalism and how it's a made up holiday and that you should keep your calendar clear anyway just in case he decides to do an ironic date

you'd think his goal was to embarrass you, in fact, because he's showing up to your house with a little remote control and blasting your favourite song out of every speaker system you own

"hey, sh... don't ask how i know your favourite song or how i got control of your devices. just... stop thinking about it. hey. hey! you're thinking about it... don't think about it, sh you're too pretty to think about it. let me think about it, i'm smarter and prettier"

dinner isn't anything too special either. takeout pizza on a rooftop in gotham somewhere. it could be romantic though, and it would be to someone desperately in love with him like you

listening to him talk about light pollution, asking if you want to hear some riddles about constellations, pointing out the various places he's hid from his enemies

it's not traditional by any means, but it is oddly romantic. dinner, music, time alone under the dulled stars. maybe that was his plan all along

gotham

oh we are going WHOLE HOG here for valentine's day!! you know he's an old romantic, a sweet and gentle soul

so don't think for a moment that you'll be seeing any other people that day, your attention will be solely focused on each other

he's sent, uh... someone has sent in some miscellaneous threat to your workplace, so luckily for you(!) you're not required to go in! SO SURPRISE!! he's here to make you breakfast

and then a brief walk down some of the quieter streets, where he might be brave enough to ask if he can hold your hand

once you're at his apartment, you're in for some respectable but tension filled cuddles on his sofa while you watch some classic romance movies

and then he's making a beautiful three course meal for you both! pressed tablecloth on his little dining table, roses in a conical flask, candles in test tubes (is he stealing these from work?)

he'll feed you little bits of food, wiping your face with a napkin, staring into your eyes dreamily

and then the night will end with a perfect and very polite kiss that you'll wish wouldn't end

telltale

he knows how to do romance, he's been around long enough. it's more a question of whether he can be bothered to celebrate

but he'll pull himself together and act the perfect gentleman for you, regardless of how tired he is after a day of committing violent/cyber crime and being oddly agile for a man in receipt of a state pension

(a fact which will come in handy at the end of the evening...)

he'll start off the evening with the traditional gifts. a box of expensive chocolates or candy, perfectly suited to your dietary requirements of course. and a bouquet of flowers. not roses, but your favourites. he knows they'll make you happier

he's not one for being out in public, what with the whole "is he dead" thing, so you'll be dining in BUT to make it special, he has hired a discreet personal chef to provide the food for the evening

slow, quiet jazz playing in the background, just you, him, and the waiters he has hired and has threatened under extreme violence to keep their mouths shut about this particular shift

could it get any more romantic??

arkham

bless his heart but this eddie is forgetting that it's valentine's day until you're handing him a card, grasping it between his dirty fingers, smudging the soft pink colour with grimy fingerprints

then, you'll endure a fifteen minute long lecture about why you should have at least had the sense to warn him in advance, or to remind him, since you know how he can be

and when he's done, he'll be pushing you out of the room, getting rid of you so he can "finish his important work" and only then can you consider "doing something for this silly holiday"

really, he's just looking for an excuse to get you away so he can work on your very last minute present without you seeing

which of course, he'll present to you as though he had been pretending to forget all along

"i made you this, it's a symbol of our relationship"

it's the remnants of a neon question mark bent into place to resemble a heart. and there's hot glue still drying on it. and a screw stuck to it

but it's the thought that counts, and the thought is there! after all he loves you enough to have lied and put aside his important welding or whatever to haphazardly craft the lie

dano

for him, valentine's day is about showing your love for someone. because you can love them every day, but this is an excuse to make a display out of it

so expect a myriad of gifts, food, perfumes, vouchers, jewellery, stuffed animals, flowers, a handmade valentine's card

enough that it makes you guilty (and enough that you wonder if he really has just been saving all his salary instead of spending it on... furniture or therapy)

then, the personalised activities! most of which involve you doing his quiz all about you and your relationship with him, solving several riddles that lead you to a hidden compartment in the wall of his bedroom (weird.) where he's stuffed his poems to you (sweet!) which he will then recite to you, stuttering over the words and blushing the whole time

but it's not enough for him, he wants to shout it from the rooftops, show the world how much he loves you and appreciates you

he's had all this love bottled up for so long with no one deserving to give it to! let's just hope it comes out in a healthy way...

btaa

he's swooping in to your apartment very late at night

"it's only 11pm, it's still valentine's day mi amorrrrr"

look, he's very sorry that he wasn't able to spend the day with you, and that he's incredibly late to the dinner you had planned

but he's a busy little criminal, he has so many things to do AND he had to do it all by himself because he gave miss tuesday the day off so she could go on a date of her own and-

oh see! you've changed your mind now, no longer grumpy, because he was actually doing something kind for someone else

he really is a generous soul, emphasised by the fact that the reason he was late was because he was pulling off a perfect heist in a jewellery store uptown

so... did you save any leftovers for him? or is he going to have to return this beautiful ring/watch/necklace he bought you?

twojar

he's a curveball, like seriously give you whiplash kind of valentine's date

you think it's going to be a very standard evening, after all there you both are in black tie best, sipping expensive champagne, him talking about himself while you try hard not to stare at his tits

but when the meal is finished, he goes to pay in secret and then rushes you out into a car with tinted windows, and it's lucky he can get you so hot and flushed and eager that quickly, since it's not long before you arrive at the next spot

a strip club

which is? i mean not a traditional valentine's day date location, but it could be very hot

and he's booked one of the private rooms for you both, so at least you won't have to hide your blushing cheeks from the rest of the guests

but it becomes very obvious that there isn't a dancer coming to entertain you, and you worry that he expects you to get up there and put on a show, which would be a disaster because you haven't planned anything and-

"happy valentine's day"

ah. of course. why would the world's most self-absorbed man think you would want anything else for valentine's day than a private strip tease from him

and he's annoyingly very right in that assumption

btas

he absolutely does the most! and the most is often cheesy and dorky and therefor a million times more precious

the kind of guy who would buy you a rose for every day he's known you, regardless of how many days he has known you

the kind of guy who gets those little personalised lego figures made of you and him, or gets a plushie of him to give to you so he'll always be near you (and you know he's putting the personalised message in if he gets it from build a bear)

he knows your favourite starter, main and dessert are all from different restaurants, so he's made the reservations at all three with plenty of time for romantic rides in the back of cabs between each stop

it's important he has plenty of time to cover your neck with kisses, and for you to tell him how adorable he is

and then, because he is the cheesiest but in the best way, it's more than likely he'd use valentine's day as an excuse to propose to you, so he's down on one knee under the cloudy gotham night sky to ask you to marry him (and you're obviously not going to say no)

zero year

he doesn't do valentine's day, what a waste of time! he's nice enough to you the rest of the year, why should there be one day where he has to do something extra fo-

oh? oh! oh ok, if it means you have to do something for him too, then he's down for it

yes... that sounds like a wonderful excuse to get up to some mischief... (it's concerning how evil his little face looks when he's supposedly considering activities for the most romantic of holidays...)

although, why bother going out somewhere on a date, it's such a waste of time and effort

he has to keep his energy for more important things, and speaking of... he can think of very few ways to spend an evening that are better than taking you into the bedroom and sharing an exchange of giving for a few solid hours

no need to wear something nice, it's only going to get stripped off

no need to get him a gift, you'll be giving him plenty

and no need to eat something, he'll make sure you don't leave hungry, trust him

[always-andromeda]

i just wanna cuddle with edward nashton 🥺

– 𝐂𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐄𝐝𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐍𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐭𝐨𝐧

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: oh, me too, anon. in fact. this sent me on a little brainstorming session! you probably totally didn't expect a headcanons list from this but lmao I always have to go overboard so enjooooy. <3

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: vague mentions of Edward's trauma, tooth-rotting fluff, nothing else I can think of!

Physical affection is foreign to Edward. He craves it more than anything else; desires to be known so deeply that when you finally try to give him just that, it freezes him up almost entirely.

It starts innocently enough.

You're watching television with him, only partially paying attention to the game show. It's far more engaging to watch Edward watch the show anyways.

His expression quirks every so slightly with each question. Head tilted, you can tell that he's deep in contemplation. Completely fixated on the screen. Barely blinking.

And you're so lost that you lean into him. You keep telling yourself that it's unintentional as your head rests carefully on his shoulder. 

Edward almost doesn't notice you at first. It isn't until your arms curl around his soft midsection that he realizes how close you'd gotten.

He lets out a nearly inaudible, "Oh," as you snuggle into his side. Brain going blank, he stays still for a few seconds.

He's struck by the warmth of your body. How your hands caress him over the fabric of his shirt. He feels each one of your fingers gently pressing into his skin. In that way, you play with the ripped seams of his soul. Your softness has a way of untangling the frayed threads, leaving them open to being weaved into some new design.

There are a few things he does when he finally comes back to his body. He closes his eyes and hopes that the moment etches itself on the back of his eyelids. Then his lean arms offer their own form of kindness as he awkwardly pulls you closer, almost into his lap.

Like a decades old couch in your grandmother's living room, you sink into Edward's body and he groans softly as he lets part of your weight anchor him to the earth.

A chuckle from deep in your throat escapes you. "Mmm, you're comfortable."

You mean I'm not repulsive? Edward wants to ask. But he doesn't.

He tries not to let that worried little voice take form in his head, but his own voice still cracks when he says, "Thank you." To which you laugh one more time.

Edward can be so terribly nervous sometimes over the most normal things. Your amusement quickly turns once you remember that it's probably because of his past; probably because he hadn't really known this simple, sweet sort of solitude. But you flip that thought again and resolve, then I'll make this normal for him.

At nearly the same time, Edward determines that he likes this. He likes the way that even among all of the chaos and darkness, he can have this equilibrium. As he kisses the top of your head tenderly he remembers that this moment belongs to him and him alone.

[undiscovered-horizon]

Hey can I please request some dating headcanons for The riddle aka Edward like how would he be with a s/o?

Sure thing, love!

Part 2 is >>HERE<<

🫀REQUESTS ARE OPEN🫀

Dating the Riddler - Headcanons

'Stalker turns boyfriend' material

Made a shrine dedicated to you the same day you met for the first time

Shows it to you later on as proof of his undying love

Let's just rip the bandaid off: comes off a bit incel-ish

He's insecure, has a fear of abandonment, and has both anger and trust issues

And that means he's about as clingy and obsessive as one can get

Eddie just wants to be loved unconditionally but cannot comprehend (yet) what it means to be loved at all

Easily jumps to conclusions

If you don't text/call him back immediately, he's already thinking you're cheating on him or you want to break up

Which, obviously, isn't true

He can't comprehend why you'd fall in love with him

You know that one bit from Imagine Dragons' Polaroid?

You are the pay raise Always a touch out of view And I am the colour of boom

Eddie thinks you're too good for him in every way, shape and form. Like a beggar that found a Kalahari diamond

This could melt into him subconsciously sabotaging himself or the relationship in the early stages

Because of that, he's convinced that one day you'll see it too and leave him, so any men you know and aren't related to are suspicious to him

Too anxious to make the first move BUT:

He's the first one to say "i love you" but it's blurted out on accident

Eddie's very observant and shows his love through small, seemingly insignificant acts

Let's take a pan of brownies for example. Whatever piece you prefer (side/corner/centre), he'd leave it for you no questions asked

You're not allowed to leave the house alone after dark

Additionally, he always wants to know where you are, with whom and what you're doing

He's chronically online, so his knowledge about relationships comes from social media, porn and TV

You'll have to straighten a few things out

At first, he keeps his Riddler alter-ego a secret but then he learns that you share similar if not identical views about Gotham

Then he proudly presents his work believing it's going to impress you (it did)

Listening to niche indie music together

He boasts about you to anyone who's willing to listen

Doing Wordle over breakfast

He's ready to cry and scream and kick his feet when you call him 'babe' or 'baby'

Holds you tight or doesn't

Regularly bawls his eyes out at how nice domestic life with you is

Always puts you first, in everything

Reads out loud to you

Likes to lay with his head on your stomach

Treats you like an actual deity who shouldn't have to come in contact with the filth of mortals (him being the merciful exception)

Needs a lot of verbal reassurance that you DO love him, that you ARE attracted to him

Rarely speaks out about how he feels about you or how you make him feel. That bit is left for when he has Riddler's mask on and the confidence it gives him

You often try to explain to him that the mask itself doesn't magically give him courage out of thin air. It's already somewhere inside him

He can't believe that although wants to

He won't explicitly say it but he yearns to be babied

You're more than willing to give it to him

Always has time for you

Very warm, comforting hugs

Takes him A LOT of time to open up

He's just afraid of getting hurt, you know?

But love is patient, so you never made him feel bad about needing more time to earn his trust

Swoons at any attention he can get from you

Wearing his clothes does something to him - pokes at an obsessive beast sitting deep inside him

Definitely throws tantrums if you don't spend enough time with him

He wants to be your #1 like you are to him

Eddie physically cannot get angry at you. You're so idealized in his mind that whatever wrongdoing you commit was actually the fault of the circumstances or other people.

Always complimenting you and singing praises

Big on PDA but gets a bit shy about it

He's also incapable of denying you anything, so be careful what you wish for! You might just get it

His manhunt for corruption only gets more intense after getting together with you

Because now it's not only about him but also about you - the very person Gotham could never deserve to be the home to

Eddie gets worked up quickly but you know how to calm him down

You occasionally appear on his streams but on accident

Like bringing him coffee while he's working-streaming, so his followers just see you from the waist down and hear your voice

The audience is, as always, divided. Some like you, some don't

Those that don't are further divided into two groups: the ambivalent ones and the 'haters'. Whoever falls into the second group, openly hating your existence for whatever reason, gets mysteriously doxxed, falls victim to an unfortunate accident or simply disappears in the middle of the night

There are multiple Reddit threads speculating who you really are

[Eddie anonymously posts theories/investigations to throw people off]

Those that do like you, however, get a bit too invested

If a masked guy is watching/following you it's most probably Riddler's devoted fan keeping an eye on his idol's beloved. Eddie never confirmed nor denied whether he had something to do with it...

You always carry glass wipes with you

When you're upset, he has a hard time deciding between lashing out at whoever/whatever upset you or staying with you

You're the only thing he can think about while in Arkham

Probably rants about you to Joker

He can't be a complete loser if he has you, right?

[imagine--if]

A Light In This Darkness

A/N: Dedicated to @riddlers-den; check out their post because omd the analysis is just 👌 I'm sorry in advance if this makes anyone cry 😂😂 Warnings: Slightly graphic images/descriptions? Mostly comfort 💚 Words: 768

He gets like this sometimes, the darkness in his mind swirling and hurling up, as if they're alive, tearing him apart. The flakes of his past torment him, and the only way you can tell is when he freezes up, green eyes stilled and unfocused, a fraction wider as he stares into space. Everything floods his mind at once, and then Edward jumps up, running to the bathroom just in time, clearing his head somewhat after he throws up.

You wake up groggily at the sound of coughing and sputtering from the bathroom down the short, cramped hallway of Edward's apartment, the long night dragging on outside, darkness coating the room. He's not laying next to you as you roll over, and you frown in confusion and concern, sitting up and craning your neck to look out at the gap in the doorway.

"Eddie?"

Your tentative call is left unanswered for a few moments, before the man shuffles weakly to the bedroom door, looking so small and hopeless as he stands, gazing at you apologetically. Your heart sinks with sadness and adoration, and you smile sympathetically, opening your arms up wide. That's all the motivation he needs to quickly go over to you in bed, heavy arms winding around your neck as his face buries under your chin. You rub up and down his back soothingly, a hand reaching up to rake your fingers gently through his sandy brown hair, and Edward shivers, pressing himself into you as close as he can get. Your top gradually feels wet where his face is, and you almost feel like crying too, hugging him back just as hard.

"Poor baby," you whisper to yourself, and he hears, head lifting to look up at you with a spark of hopefulness amidst his downcast expression. Your smile grows slightly, as it always does when he eagerly responds to any bit of loving attention you give him. He treats you like an angel, like something so precious and lovely and perfect. Now you can do the same.

"You're not alone, Eddie," you murmur softly, your thumb grazing his cheek, and he closes his eyes, slumping forwards into you again with a shaky sigh of content. "You're not invisible. You could never be invisible to me."

Edward's grip tightens around you in response, looking back up at you in tired wonder. You take his hands and squeeze them affectionately, then slip out of bed, and he grabs at you with a desperate whine, attempting to pull you back to him.

"I'm just gonna get you some water, okay?" Eddie dithers, not letting go of your hand, and after a second, you tug at it lightly. "Come on."

So he trails after you forlornly, letting you grab a cup from the small kitchen area and fill it with water, handing it to him. He sips at it gingerly, and you wrap an arm around his waist encouragingly, using your free hand to brush back strands of hair stuck to his forehead.

"Okay? Feel a bit better now?" you ask him when he finishes, and Edward nods, leaning into your side as you take the cup off him and put it in the sink. "Let's go back to bed, okay?"

He's still quiet as he settles back into reality, clinging onto you needily, and you let him take all the time he needs, pulling the blankets over your heads and tangling your legs with his, Ed shifting closer from lying opposite you, resorting to studying your face and body with a small, thoughtful smile.

"Hey," a sudden idea comes to you, and you hold back a grin as Edward meets your eye attentively. "Hey, why did the lovestruck couple end up in prison?

He blinks, perking up a little at your try of a riddle, and stares at you expectantly.

"They stole each other's heart."

Edward snorts with amused laughter, and you beam at the sound, watching as he crawls onto you and nuzzles his nose against your cheek, breathing evenly now, his eyes focused instead of dangerously far away.

"You're a light," he says quietly into your ear, "a- a light, in this darkness. Thank you. Thank you so much..."

You smile, pulling him down to rest properly and kiss his cheek, an action which visibly makes Eddie melt, his sleepy stare clouded with that intense adoration he always shows you rather than despair and fear. You watch it until a more peaceful sleep finally overtakes him, and then you're asleep too, greeted with the same look in the morning. Guess you're both going to prison.

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[spookbusters]

Girl on Film (18+)

Summary: You and Edward film a session.

// Pairing: Edward Nashton (The Riddler) x Reader

// Word Count: 853 (this was supposed to be a sub-600-word blurb lol)

// Warnings: Not beta-d! Porn without plot, begging, sex on camera (barely discussed lol), unprotected piv sex, hair pulling, Eddie in Riddler gear, clothed Eddie/naked reader, cervix kissing, mild!!choking, mild possessiveness (Eddie AND Reader), sweat (??).

// A/N: Friendly reminder that my req.s are open!! I am simply obsessed with him. This is... filthy and self-indulgent. For only 853 words, we sure managed to pack in a ton of warnings on this one.

// As per the warnings, note that this work is intended for those who are of age in their respective countries! MINORS DNI!!!

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"Mmf-... Riddler," you whimper, "More please, please."

Eddie hums and takes a moment to take in the scene around him: the repeated squeak of the bedsprings with each brutal motion of his hips, the heady scent of sweat and sex in your shared bedroom, the way your soaking slit sucks him deeper into you regardless of how ferociously he's battering your cunt. Your body writhes beneath him, sweat covering your nude body in a thin sheen that makes you seem to glitter.

Despite all the beautiful sensory experiences before him, he's particularly fond of one detail in this scene: the blinking red light of his camera.

Taping a session was your idea, whispered one evening while nestled in his lap and pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to his neck. It made his blood feel molten in his veins when you said, "Maybe the Riddler should fuck me on camera one day. What do you think, Eddie?" It took an honest effort not to stain his sweatpants as soon as the words had left your mouth.

Now Eddie stands over you, tall and broad, breathing hard through his mask. He hums, appreciative of how you beg for your pleasure. A fist comes from behind your head, gripping your hair and pulling your face away from where you'd pressed it into your mattress. "Look at the camera," he commands, and your tear-blurred eyes struggle to find and focus on the lens. You whine when he hits your cervix again.

"Oh, that felt good, didn't it, sweet thing," he teased, practically salivating behind his mask at how you arch your back into him, "I didn't miss how you squeezed just now." The slick sound of him ruining your pussy is making you dizzy. "Yeah," you sigh, "Don't stop, please don't- oh god." Your breathy voice is steadily increasing in pitch, the way it always does when you're close.

"You love it, don't you," comes your voice, and Eddie relishes in how can hear the way you're trying to keep it together. It's the most coherently you've spoken since he buried himself in your slippery heat. "What, would that be, pretty girl?" "Knowing-... ah, knowing I'm all yours," you reply. A loud groan reverberates in his chest, and he detangles his hand from your hair to wrap around your throat. Eddie uses it to pull your body up and against him, your back pressed against his front. Immediately, he presses his fingers to your clit to rub in painfully quick circles. "Yes," is his hissed reply.

The change in position brings with it a new angle, and now Eddie is repeatedly spearing you on his cock as opposed to rutting into you like a toy. The leather of the glove around your neck creaks as it tightens ever so lightly, enough to remind you it's there and to serve as a reminder of his strength. "But I think you like it, too," he sighs, voice gravelly with pleasure, "Being mine, and knowing I'm yours just the same." When he's inside you, so silken and warm and molding to his shape, he feels that you were made for him. You squeak, arm reaching behind you to cradle the back of his neck, "Yes."

You let your head fall back onto his shoulder as he breaks you. When you turn your head, you find that he's already looking at you, watching you fall apart. Behind the mask, you see his eyes; half-lidded and hazy, they're equal in tenderness and ferocity. "Take it, sweetheart. Take me," he says. The words fall short of being an order but decidedly are not a suggestion, either. Regardless, it makes you whimper.

Trembling fingers reach up and pop the button holding the mouth panel shut. You realize when you finally see his lips that his panting has been muffled by the mask. Without hesitation, you kiss him, tasting where the salt of his sweat has dripped down his face to pool past his cupid's bow. Eddie takes equal time to taste you, licking into your mouth and biting the pillow softness of your lips.

When you break, it's like a glass shattered at its resonant frequency. You burst from the inside out, into a thousand pieces. Eddie stills himself to ride through it, thighs flexing beneath his slacks at the effort it takes not to bury himself to the hilt and let your body milk him dry. In no way is he ready for this to be over yet. He rides every wave of your orgasm with you, breathing through his nose with each contraction of your muscles around him.

Once he's sure you're through all the aftershocks, he rocks into you again and your spine bows at your sensitivity. The pleasured moan that bubbles from your throat and buzzes in his ears sends a shiver down his back. Eddie sets a new pace, less frenzied than before, but you both knew it wouldn't be long before he got lost in your body again. "Just a little longer," he pleads, and you nod before you guide him to kiss you again.

Just a little longer.