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guilty-pleasures21 · 3 months

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Jason Todd submissive? Please I'm obsessed 😭🙏🏼 (I don't speak English, sorry Google translator JAKSKAKSKK)

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Ahh! My first request! I tried my best based on what I understood of the assignment and I really hope you like it 😅!

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Interrogation practise

I feel like Jason wouldn't let you try to dominate him, so you'd just have to try to trick him into it 😉.

Part 1 - the interrogation

Part 2 - the revenge

Part 3 - the roleplay

Warnings: bondage, explicit description of sex including blowjob (m receiving) and penetration (p in v).

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She gave the knot a final tug, then looked up at him. “Is this okay?”

“That’s perfect, baby,” Jason assured her, shifting in position to get himself more comfortable. She stood up and moved to stand in front of him. She’d asked him to help her practise her interrogation techniques - she was always too soft when it came to questioning criminals and she wanted to learn how she could improve on her weaknesses. She’d tried asking some of the others before - Bruce, Cass, Dick - but they were all either too impatient or too violent for her tastes. And even though her boyfriend could be … a little hot-headed at times, he was always gentle when it came to her, helping her use her own unique talents to better improve her crime-fighting style.

“Okay, so, how should I start?” X asked him. Jason let his gaze trail over her body, his eyes lingering a little too long on her tanned and tone legs, bare beneath her little shorts. He dragged his gaze back up to hers, trying not to think about how very helpless he was right now, tied up to this chair in front of his pretty little girlfriend, just waiting to torture him. He shook the thought away.

“So, you want to start gentle,” he coached her patiently. “People are already scared of the big old Bat, right? So you want to convince them that it’s better for them to talk to you instead.” She nodded in understanding.

“Okay, so … What should I be trying to get out of you in this situation? Give me a storyline.” He smirked, amused by how seriously she was taking the situation. She was so cute, his sweet little girlfriend.

“Hmm … Maybe you could be trying to find out where the Riddler’s hideout is?” Jason suggested. “I could pretend to be one of his goons.”

“Okay,” she agreed. She cleared her throat, taking a moment to get into character, then raised her head again, clasping her hands behind her back and strolling over to him. “Look. You and I both know things are going to get a lot more … unpleasant when my boss gets here. So, why don’t we help each other out?”

She placed her hands on the back of his chair, bending over so that her lips were just a breath apart from his. “You tell me where the Riddler’s hiding and I’ll make sure the Batman goes easy on you.”

Jason’s lips curled at the ends as he appraised her and he raised an eyebrow in challenge. “Oh, sweetheart. You’re going to have to do a lot better than that to convince me.”

“Hmm,” X considered, her dark eyes trailing down his face and landing on his lips. “What would you like me to do for you, Mr Todd?”

F*ck. This was a bad idea. Why had he agreed to this? Oh, right: because she’d given him that pretty little look of innocence that drove him mad whenever he saw it, her dark and curly eyelashes fluttering up at him, her full and rosy lips twisted down in a pout. But shit, they’d barely started and he was already regretting his decision. He should have made them do it the other way around instead; he should have tied her up to his bed while he ‘demonstrated’ the proper technique to her. She dragged a finger down his chest, her eyes following the path she made along his hard muscles.

“What would it take …” she slid her legs on top of his, settling herself in his lap, “... for you to tell me where the Riddler is hiding?” She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned forward, her breath tickling his ear as she murmured into it.

“Hmm? 'Sweetheart'?” His head fell back with pleasure as she chuckled at her own words before nipping playfully at his ear.

“Ah, f*ck!” Jason shifted in position, struggling against his binds so he could free his hands and run them all over her deliciously bare thighs. God, she was hot. X straightened and moved one hand to cup his face, her lips so close to his, but still so painfully far.

“Why won’t you tell me, Jace?” she whined, pouting at him pleadingly. Then her lips twisted into a grin and she dragged her thumb across his lip before beginning her mouth to his. “You know what I’ll do for you if you do.”

He leaned forward, meaning to kiss her, to close the distance between them and lick up the sweet taste of her. But she pulled away again and he growled in response. “X!”

X giggled and stood up, curling her fingers around his shoulder and moving to stand behind him.

“This is an interrogation, Jason,” she reminded him, bending over and sliding her hands down his chest appreciatively. He was so hot, her big and strong boyfriend. “You’ll get what you want when I say you get it.” She nipped at his ear again and he sighed, wriggling his legs to try to free his ankles from their binds. She pressed her lips to his neck, the soft moans escaping from her throat driving him crazy as she made her way down to his shoulder.

“Mmm, Jason,” she mumbled, her voice low and seductive in his ear. She straightened, her hands returning to his shoulders as she stood over him. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to maintain his self-control - and his control over the situation he’d landed himself in.

“Princess,” he called to her, his tone sweet, lazy - like he was the one still in charge. “Why don’t you untie me and we’ll see what we can work out?” She pursed her lips, pretending to think about it as she moved to stand in front of him again.

“Hmm, I don’t know,” she admitted, grabbing his shoulders again and bending over him, her dark hair falling forward to frame her sweet face. “I’m having much more fun trying to work things out like this.”

Her eyes fell to his chest, to the sharp lines of his muscles pressing against the soft fabric of his shirt as he sat there, hands bound behind his back as he looked up at her. “It’s too bad you still have your clothes on though - we could have had so much more fun if you’d taken them off first.”

He sighed and let out another curse as she shot him a wicked smile. Then he watched as she turned around and went over to the kitchen, grabbing a knife before making her way back over to him. His heart started picking up its pace in his chest and he couldn’t decide whether he was terrified or thrilled by the idea of what she was about to do next. “Princess.”

She ignored him as she walked back over to him, her steps slow and precise. Then she grabbed the collar of his shirt and traced her knife over the soft fabric before slicing it down the centre. She stood back and licked her lips at the sight of his bare chest, setting her knife aside before climbing back on top of his lap.

“Mmm, Mr Todd!” she chuckled, running her hands down his chest and leaning forward to bring her lips to his ear. “Looks like the Riddler’s got his men working on an extensive exercise routine.” She curled her fingers around the waistband of his pants, wriggling back a little to give her hands more room, and he felt his body start to heat up in anticipation.

“Does he have a gym? At this secret hideout of his?” She traced her fingers over the outline of his cock, already starting to harden in his sweatpants, and let out another little laugh. “Maybe you could take me there sometime. How about that?” She nibbled on his neck as she slid her hand into his underwear and wrapped her fingers around his cock, sliding them up and down teasingly.

“F*ck,” Jason groaned, his head falling forward at the sensation. X pulled back to look at him, brushing her thumb across his bottom lip.

“What’s wrong, Mr Todd?” she asked him, delighted to finally have the upper hand over him. “Still not convincing enough for you?” She lowered her lips to his, but continued to dodge his attempts to kiss her, chuckling when he groaned in frustration. Then she leaned forward to pull his lip between hers and sucked on it before letting him go again.

“Ah, shit!” Jason exclaimed, his breaths getting heavier as he started to become more aroused. He let out a choked gasp as she brushed her thumb over his tip and began circling it gently. “X. Don’t … Stop it, sweetheart.”

“You want me to stop?” She shook her head at the thought, lips still curled into that devious smile. “Don’t you remember what I said, Jace?”

She brought her face back to his, smirking at him in the way he’d always smirk at her when he was teasing her, pushing her to the very limits as he played with and pleasured her. “I’m in charge tonight.”

His head fell back against the seat as she continued twirling her slender fingers around his cock. He should never have agreed to this; he should have known the moment she’d asked him to help her out, that mischievous glint sparkling in her eyes as she'd gazed up at him. Had she planned this all along? Had she wanted to tie him up just so she’d be able to dominate him for a change? Dominate him in the way he’d always dominate her? X frowned, feigning confusion as she looked down at the frustrated crease between his brows.

“You’re feeling a little dry, Jace,” she informed him, removing her hand from around his c*ck and pushing herself off of him. He swallowed hard as she lowered herself to her knees and pulled his pants down, licking her lips hungrily at the sight of his cock exposed before her. “Let’s see what we can do about that, hmm?”

“X, don’t … This isn’t how an interrogation works, sweetheart,” he informed her, trying to keep his tone gentle so she wouldn’t be tempted to challenge him. She glanced up at him quickly, then fixed her gaze back on his cock, her eyes lighting up with delight.

“Hmm?” she mumbled, reaching forward to grab hold of his dick. “I’m just trying to use my strengths, Jay. Like you always tell me to do?” She turned her face up to his, grinning at the feeling of his cock throbbing in her hand. Then she leaned forward and dragged her tongue across his tip, licking him up slowly. He bit down on his tongue, trying to stop a groan from falling out at the sensation. He could do this: he’d been in much, much worse situations before and he hadn’t cracked then. There was no way he was going to give her the pleasure - the satisfaction - of knowing that she was the only one capable of breaking the unbreakable Jason Todd. No way in hell was he going to let her have this! But then she wound her tongue around his shaft, closing her mouth around him and letting out a low moan that danced along his skin. F*ck. He pressed his lips together, barely muffling the groan that managed to escape his throat.

“X, don’t … don’t …” he panted heavily, struggling against his binds as she continued sucking his cock, her pretty little mouth taking him in so nicely. She pulled her head back slowly, dragging him out of her mouth, then lowered her lips to his balls, her fingers continuing to work on his tip as she suckled on him gently.

“Don’t what, Mr Todd? Are you not enjoying this?” She licked one of his balls, curling her tongue around it before pulling it into her mouth to suck on it.

He was definitely not enjoying this - not at all! He was the one who was supposed to be dominating her; throwing her around and teasing her until she was begging him for relief, her perfect little breasts bouncing up and down as he brought her to the edge of her pleasure and back down again. He never hurt her, of course - never forced into anything she wasn’t comfortable with. But it was just one of the only times he finally felt in control of something in his life and he was f*cked if she found out how so very aroused he was right now.

She chuckled, knowing exactly how much he was enjoying it - and exactly how much he was hating the fact. She’d wanted to try it, just once, but she knew her boyfriend would never have agreed to something like this, proud as he could be. So, she’d devised this clever plan, playing into his ego to make him think that she was just so innocent and so desperate for his help. She pulled his dick back into her mouth, moaning against his tip when it hit the back of her throat before letting him go again. Then she stood up.

“Okay. You’ve had your fun,” Jason relented, the muscles in his shoulders flexing deliciously as he pulled against his binds again. “Now untie me, X.” She rearranged her features into that innocent expression that drove him crazy every time she used it on him.

“But you still haven’t told me where the Riddler’s hideout is,” she pointed out, eyes wide as she waited for his response. He huffed in irritation, his chest heaving up and down as he glared at her. He looked so hot like this, jaw clenched in anger, strands of his dark hair falling into his mossy eyes. There was no way she was going to let him go so easily - not until she was completely done having her fun! He kept his mouth shut and she shrugged. “If that’s how you want to play.”

X started taking her clothes off, taking her sweet time removing each piece of clothing and dropping them into his lap. She smirked when she saw his Adam’s apple bob up and down and her eyes fell back down to his cock, the tip glistening now with the prec*m starting to leak out of it. She slid her hands up her abdomen and squeezed her breasts when she reached them, her body entirely bare before him now.

“What’s wrong, Jay? Are you gonna come all over my clothes?” She blinked at him sweetly, feigning innocence before bending over to murmur in his ear. “Why would you do that when my pretty little p*ssy is already waiting for you to fill it up?”

He let out a choked gasp at her words. “F*ck!”

She straightened and giggled at the thunderous expression on his face, his thick brows crashing together over his darkened eyes. Then she flicked her hair over her shoulder and straddled him again, wriggling her body against his as she ground her hips into his slowly.

“F*****ck,” he groaned into her neck, his dick so painfully hard for her. “Shit, baby. Faster. I need you. Now.” She twisted her fingers into his hair and pulled his head back, forcing him to look up at her again.

“You just don’t listen, do you, Jason?” She flicked her tongue out, licking his lips before giggling and tugging on the skin of his neck with her teeth. “We should do something about that.” She slid her hands down his hard chest, pressing quick kisses down his neck before licking a stripe back up to his ear.

“Shit, baby. Anything. I’ll do anything you want me to.” He began thrusting his hips against hers, desperate for relief. “You want me to tell you where the Riddler’s hideout is? I’ll tell you. Gotham … museum … or whatever.” Had they agreed on a location? He couldn’t remember. And he didn’t really care, either way - all he needed was her, her tight little p*ssy clenching around his dick, her warm and wet walls squeezing him tight as he unloaded himself inside of her. She giggled as she bounced up and down on his lap, clearly delighted by how desperate he was for her. Then she took hold of his chin, tilting his face up to hers so she could look him in the eyes.

“Really? You’re not just lying to me so I’ll give you what you want?” Jason shook his head quickly, doing his best to focus on what she was saying. But f*ck, she felt good, her p*ssy already dripping for him as she waited for him to fill her up.

“No!” he reassured her. “I promise. I … Shit. Please, X. Please, sweetheart, I’ll … F*****ck.” His head fell forward as she stopped her movements, his dick pulsing and throbbing with desire. Then finally, she reached down to take hold of his cock, sliding it through her already drenched folds in preparation. He suck in a breath at the feeling of her warm and sticky c*m, then let out a grunt as she started easing him inside of her, his hips thrusting into hers as his body begged him for relief.

“Slow down, Jay!” she laughed. “You wanted to hold out against me, right? You didn’t want to give me what I wanted?” She grabbed his hair again and pulled his head back so he was forced to look up at her, at the wicked curl of her lips.

“And I asked you so nicely, too!” she continued, letting go of him and lowering her lips to his. “Should I wait? Should I just stop and wait for the Batman to come and deal with you?”

“F*ck, no! Don’t … Shit.” She wouldn’t actually stop, would she? Not when he was already halfway inside of her? “I’ll tell you. I’ll tell you anything you want to know, baby. Please, just …”

He lowered his head to her shoulder, brushing his lips along her neck and murmuring against her skin. “Come on, sweetheart. Please? I’ll give you anything you want, baby.”

“Hmm, anything?” she asked him, her body tingling at the low rumble of his voice, at the way his thick cock filled her up so very nicely. She held his head in her hands, guiding his mouth to her breast as she ground herself into him, her p*ssy pulling him deeper inside of her with every roll of her hips. She shivered as he closed his lips around her nipple, dragging his tongue around it and suckling on it in just the way he knew she liked. “Mmm, shit, Jay.”

She moaned at the way he licked and sucked on her breasts, his cock brushing up against her walls every time she moved. She slid her fingers into his hair and tugged on the strands, pulling his head back again to see that dazed look on his face again. Her nipples tingled at the way his eyes had glazed over from pleasure, his pupils so wide now that the beautiful green of his irises had disappeared almost entirely. She giggled at the sight, then pressed her lips to his, moaning into his mouth as she kissed him deeply. He raised his hips to thrust himself into her repeatedly, his dick hitting that one spot that had her curling over in ecstasy. And then she hit her breaking point, her body shuddering and shaking against him as she came. She gripped onto his shoulders, trying to maintain her balance as her p*ssy pulsed around his dick, clenching it tight and begging for him to fill her up. His hips stuttered as his c*m gushed into her, the warm and sticky liquid shooting into her vagina and leaking back out again. X whimpered at the feeling, curling herself around him and burying her face in his neck as he unloaded himself inside of her. Then finally, he leaned back against his seat, the tension leaving his body as he finally got his release.

“We … are never doing that again,” Jason panted warningly, his green eyes boring into her as she straightened. His eyes fell to her breasts as she tried to catch her breath, the beautiful mounds glistening with sweat just waiting for him to lick away.

“In that case … I guess I’d better take advantage … of right now,” she joked, delighting in the way his dick was still buried inside of her. Jason growled, baring his teeth at her in a snarl.

“X. Untie me - right now,” he demanded, not playing around anymore. X sighed and got up off of him, her body protesting at the sudden emptiness inside of her. She knelt down to undo the ties around his ankles, then moved to take care of the one binding his wrists together. He jumped up as soon as he was free, shrugging his shirt and pants off before grabbing her and lifting her up in his arms.

“Just you wait, sweetheart,” he growled in her ear, carrying her over to his bedroom. “It’s my turn now: and I don’t care if it takes me the entire night to get what I want from you.”

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imagine--if · 2 months

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A/N: I've missed writing for Eddie 🥹 hope you enjoy reading! And happy 2nd anniversary to The Batman movie!! Can't believe I fell in love with the film and its characters two solid years ago, and super hyped for the sequel 🖤 A Bruce Wayne/Battinson imagine will be coming soon, so stay tuned!!

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Time period: Riddler Year One, Issue 6 (beginning of The Batman)

He hated it when you were gone this long.

It was okay if he knew where you were, if you were working or out with a couple of friends, someplace he could track you through your phone. Through windows. Through anything. As long as the sun was still out and he knew exactly where you were, could reach you whenever he wanted, he could keep his grip on his mentality, and at least half-focus on his plans and preparations.

But he couldn't do any of that right now. Which led to the inevitable.

Pacing his shabby little apartment that you somehow managed to make a little brighter, tidier, something close to home, closer than he'd ever got before. But now, it was cold and dark and empty, painfully quiet, apart from his uneven, staggering breaths that Edward tried in vain to swallow down.

'Breathe.'

It was a simple job. Too simple. Sneak into the Penguin's rooms at the Iceberg Lounge, plant the bug, slip out again, unnoticed. And you would either be very much unnoticed, blending in perfectly with. there's of the deceptively beautiful girls and boys who danced and flirted and drank at the bars and around round tables and tall, glossy silver poles stretching up into the high ceilings of the club. Or you would be pulled aside by some pervert that thought you were as pretty as Edward himself did, maybe by the Penguin, or that pig Falcone.

He shouldn't have set you. Too risky. Send a follower? No, too complicated; not enough of them yet, everything still growing and finalising, piecing together in a lovely puzzle crafted by his mind. You might well go unnoticed, but if he dared go himself, it would be a horror show.

This was a baadddd idea.

The smooth click and glide of the lock twisting and opening up the heavy front door made him flinch out of his thoughts, murky green eyes jumping to the short hallway with hope and fear in his gaze. The same hope a puppy gets when its owner comes back home, the same fear a madman harbours in a dizzying craze, living off the what-ifs and obsessions their mind feeds them in the darkness.

When he speaks, it's in a rush, words tripping over each other and his voice catching, stumbling forwards to grip onto your shoulders with his soft but firm, trembling grip.

"You were gone too long," Edward insists, his fingers digging into the fabric of your sweater, searching for your warmth and reassurance, his eyes trying to take in every part of your face at once. "Too long... and I was worrying, and I felt sick, and I- you can't do it again, please, please, because-"

"It's alright, Eddie," you cut him short gently in amusement and sympathy, your arms fitting snugly around his neck as you embrace him. You easily fill him shiver at the contact, starving, aching, as he hugs you back with enough force to make you breathless, digging his face in your neck needily with a soft whining sound.

It's almost funny, how desperate and childlike he can be, all big green eyes sparkling with joy and awe at how readily you give your affections to him, his skin bare of any sweet touch from another being in Gotham other than yours. But he doesn't want anyone else's now, anyway. The rest of Gotham can sink into its corruption, and his hope incarnate can dance above the waves.

He gazes up at you in a slight daze, speechless, and you smile at him the way you do, the way that makes him smile back in giddy wonder, his thoughts spinning around and around like a carousel, all bright, pure lights and ethereal tunes.

"I miss you," Edward mumbles, half to himself, his stare wandering to study your eyes, your nose, your lips. "Always."

"I missed you too," you reply earnestly, "but it was worth it. I did what you said."

He blinks at your words, his attention circling back as he looks up into your eyes in curiosity and a sweet, almost innocent light, one that doesn't at all match the moment.

"I bugged his office," you clarify, nodding, "in and out. No one saw my face, and if they did, they won't remember it."

Edward lets out a slow breath, his expression loosening from intrigue and thought to the depths bubbling to the surface, his eyes spiked with venom and his words hushed with a small smirk.

"Oh," he mumbles, before giggling slightly, blinking up at you in pride and unhinged malice. "I love you."

You beam at his words, your fingers stroking down the plump curve. of his cheek, an action that makes him shudder and his breath catch in his throat, his eyes round and adoring.

"I love you too, Ed."

"I- I'll give you everything," he promises, his words rolling into lovestruck rambles between repeating your name, "everything I have. Every... everything."

There's that strange but familiar feral hunger in his eyes, not violent, but full of untethered passion and obsession, of love and lust, of everything he's never experienced before. And now that he is, he wants it all, wants it now, to feel everything at once and lose himself in endless spirals of pleasure and ecstasy that rakes up his spine and makes his voice crack and break-

"I'll never," Edward continues in a whisper, tugging you deeper into his arms, walking back and down onto his couch and pulling you with him, "never let you go. Everything will happen as it should, and I'll be there to get you... again, and again, and again, and again, and-"

You let him keep rambling on, his cheek rubbing against yours and ducking into the hot curve of your neck like a cat, his damp lips skimming your skin mindlessly, hanging onto you with his surprisingly strong grip, even though there's nowhere else to go. Tonight, there's nothing but the Riddler, his arms trapping you inside all that he is.

Black and green screens of computers running code down their displays absently fills the night with an eerie but almost comforting glow, polaroid pictures of his targets, red ink scribbled harshly in question marks and accusations over the glossy print. For you, there's a separate case of shots, most taken with you knowing, across the room in his apartment, with Edward grinning and giggling when you glare at him weakly in amusement and protest at the constant flashes and printing of pictures and mugshots.

No escape. None at all. You're with him for life, because you let him in, and like a virus, he ran through everything that makes you, you, drinking it in and fantasizing up until this very moment. A moment where Edward forgot about the blood he shed and the streams up for his cult following, the big board pinned with pictures and news clippings and rage in the form of black and white. He just clung to you fiercely, inhaled you, to do it all again the next morning, still trembling with the warmth and tremors of raw desire and love.

I am there, but cannot be seen," he whispers in your ear, nuzzling impossibly closer to you, his fingers lacing with yours, "to have me costs you nothing. To be without me costs you everything. What am I?"

You've heard this one before. It was in one of the little notes he left you during your first few meetings with him, and every one of his riddles seemed to have something to do with you, with how he saw you, absolutely angelic with no flaws, no blemishes, gorgeously unharmed by the wicked world of Gotham.

"Hope?" you guess correctly, glancing up at him expectantly, and he giggles again, his fingers tracing over your lips boldly, caught up in the moment and his own wonderful world of puzzles and clues.

"Or," Edward smiles brightly at you, resting his forehead against yours... and answering with your name.

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skye707 · 11 months

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We all know ZY is desperate to pick up chicks. But realistically speaking, which Riddler boy is the one getting hit on most whenever they go outside he house? My money’s on YJ or Unburied.

What can I say? Everyone loves a little awkward nerd

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babybluebex · 2 years

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𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐏 | 𝐞𝐝𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | whenever a problem with your stalker arises, your neighbor is always there to help you. but what if your neighbor, your stalker, and the infamous riddler are all one and the same? 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | edward nashton/the riddler (the batman, 2022) x fem!reader 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | dubcon, smut, loss of virginity, premature ejaculation, oral (m&f!receiving), no stated use of contraception, kinda subby eddie, manipulation, gaslighting, a LOT of incel behaviour, stalker-type shenanigans, eddie is a creep and a weirdo 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 | wanna make it clear that this is REALLY dark and fucked up so yknow. it’s the riddler being your stalker idk what to say other than dead dove, do not eat // taglist blog: @cremebruhleewrites

You warily eyed the screen, waiting for it to do that thing again. Every few weeks, your computer would start to fritz out, and it was about time for it to do it again. Your screen would go blank, the green “camera on” light would blink on and off, and the only thing that would be displayed was a single question mark. It had only ever started once you moved into your new apartment on the wrong side of Gotham, and you figured that, living under the L-train bridge, something was technically wrong. You knew next to nothing about computers, though, so you absolutely did not know how to fix the problem. You were waiting for it to do it again so that you could call upon your neighbor as a witness and see what he could do for it.

You had spoken to your neighbor Edward Nashton once, on the day you moved in. He was leaving his apartment as you were lugging cardboard boxes in, and you breathlessly stopped and introduced yourself. He had looked at you with unwavering green eyes, and he had simply said, “I’m Edward. Nice to meet you.”

You weren’t sure how you knew that Edward was good with computers, but you figured that he was. You didn’t want to stereotype him, but the nerdy glasses told you all you needed to know about him. You had noticed that Edward spent a lot of time alone in his apartment, hardly leaving and never having guests. The walls were thin, though, and you heard him speaking indistinctly every so often as if he were on the phone. That thought made you smile; at least, he had someone to talk to. But something told you that Edward Nashton was good with computers and, the second your computer screen fizzled out and the green ? appeared, you picked up your laptop and knocked on his door.

It took a second for the door to open, and you were confronted by Edward. His cheeks were red, his downy hair a little sweaty and mussed up, and his eyes were alert and quick to focus on you. You hadn’t ever noticed how tall Edward was before and, now standing in front of him, you found that he was tall, easily six feet. “Hi,” you started. “Are you… Um, do you… Are you good with computers?”

Edward wrinkled his eyebrows in confusion, and he dabbed at his sweaty forehead with the sleeve of his navy jacket. “Yeah,” he shrugged. He seemed a little out of it, maybe like he was asleep when you knocked on his door. “What’s wrong?”

“My computer is doing… Something,” you started, lifting up your laptop. Edward looked at your screen for a second, examining the blinking light and blank screen, and you added, “The camera keeps turning on and the screen will totally blank out, it’s… I don’t know.” You managed a quick laugh, and Edward scratched his head.

“The camera?” he repeated, and you nodded. “I think someone’s gotten into your computer. Here, I can…” he reached out and took your computer, and he went to your apartment. You didn’t have time to assess how he didn’t let you enter or even see his apartment, but you welcomed him into yours. Edward sat down on your couch and began to tap away at your computer, and you watched him open a small dialogue box and begin to knowingly type away. “I used to work with computers…” Edward began, seemingly sensing your confusion. “I still do sometimes…”

“Thank you, Edward,” you told him. “This means so much.”

“Call me Eddie,” he said quickly. “And you’re welcome. I miss working with computers, it’s like a-a puzzle sometimes, so I appreciate it. But right now, I’m not seeing anything wrong with this. Maybe your computer is just old, cameras break and shit all the time.”

“What about the question mark?” you asked. “It freezes up my whole computer and only stops if I turn it off and turn it back on.”

“Damn, you know the industry secret,” Eddie chuckled lightly. “Rebooting usually helps it.” He took a second and watched you, scratching at your hair and shifting your weight from foot to foot, and he added, “You’re a very nervous person, Y/N.”

“I’m just anxious, I guess,” you said. “What if someone has gotten into my computer? They could, like, sell whatever shit they see, right?”

Eddie shrugged, his thin eyebrows raising. “There is a market for that,” he mumbled. But, by the time he had turned back to your computer, the screen had frozen the way it always did, and it suddenly zipped black.

“See!” you exclaimed. “It does this at least once a day! Is there, like, interference from the train or something?”

“My computers work fine,” Eddie told you. He watched the screen as if it were the most compelling television show, and the green question mark blinked on screen. “Jesus, that’s unnerving.”

You weren’t sure who did what first, but you do know that the inciting incident was the question mark disappearing, and text appearing. You jumped and tears burned at your eyes, and Eddie grabbed your hand and tugged you close to him, almost as if he were forcing you to watch the screen. “Eddie—” you began to protest, but then the message appeared in its entirety, and your mouth went dry.

TELL ME GORGEOUS. WHATS BEAUTIFUL AND STUPID AND PATHETIC ALL OVER? _R_

“Oh my God,” you sobbed, and Eddie was quick to push your head into his shoulder.

“Don’t look at that,” he told you. “Listen, I still have connections at my old job, I can get you a new computer, okay?”

“I-Is that a person?” you asked. “Typing that?”

“Someone’s gotten remote access to your computer,” Eddie told you. His hand stroked down your back comfortingly, and you couldn’t help yourself but cry into his shoulder. You were terrified. Who knows what this creep’s been doing with your information? Selling it? Was he jerking off to it? Doing it just for shits and giggles? “I can watch your place whenever you leave so you don’t have to worry about someone actually coming in.”

“I-I’m scared, Eddie,” you sobbed, finally wrapping your arms around his neck. Eddie’s arms went to your waist, wrapping around you as if he had never held a woman before, and he gently shushed you as he stroked your hair. “I mean, fuck! What have they been doing with my stuff?”

“There’s a market for everything,” Eddie whispered. “But stop thinking about that…” He paused for a second, and he looked at your computer screen for a few quiet seconds. “Do you know anyone with the initial R?”

“N-No,” you stuttered. “Why?”

“They signed the message with an R,” Eddie said. “Hold on, they’re typing more—”

Even though he had told you not to look at the screen, your curiosity proved morbid, and you read the new incoming message.

POOR LITTLE GIRL. TOO DUMB TO SEE WHATS IN FRONT OF YOU. ANYONE WOULD WANT TO SEE YOU GETTING UNDRESSED. _R_

“Fuck,” you whispered. “Eddie, turn it off, please.”

Eddie unwound his arms from around you and tapped at your computer for a moment, then went in pursuit of the power button. The next message came quickly.

DONT TURN IT OFF. I HAVE HOURS OF FOOTAGE. ILL PUT IT ONLINE. SOME DELICIOUS STUFF TOO GIRL. I KNOW PEOPLE WHO WOULD PAY GOOD MONEY FOR THE VIDEO OF YOU STUFFING YOURSELF ALL FULL WITH THAT STUPID TOY. _R_

That was the exact thing you were afraid that this person had captured, and you pressed your hands to your face to try to hide. Of course he (you were certain it was a man) had videos of you masturbating. “God, I bet he’s jerked off to that,” you whispered, and Eddie’s jaw tightened as he watched more of the message flick onscreen.

I DONT WANT TO DO ANYTHING TO YOU. IT WOULDNT MAKE SENSE TO HURT YOU. I JUST WANT YOU TO BE SCARED. _R_

“Who’s R?” you mumbled, racking your brain for anyone you know that might extort you like this.

WHO AM I?

The computer responded, and your stomach lurched at the fact that, whoever it was, could see and what you at that very moment.

YOURE REALLY NOT AS SMART AS I THOUGHT YOU WERE. VERY PRETTY BUT FUCKING STUPID. GOOD THING THATS MY TYPE. IM THE ONE RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU THAT YOU NEVER NOTICE. IM THE ONE WHO HELPS YOU AND IS THANKED WITH NOTHING. IM THE ONE WHO HIDES IN THE SHADOWS AND WATCHES YOU ALL DAY EVERY DAY. _R_

“A fucking riddle?” Eddie mumbled. “Is that all?”

“Don’t provoke him,” you whimpered. “Please, Eddie, fix it.”

YES BEG THE MAN TO DO THE HARD WORK. YOURE NOT SMART ENOUGH TO DO IT. WOMEN ARE FUCKING STUPID ANYWAY. BEG HIM TO HELP YOU.

“I’m not gonna beg,” you muttered. “I won’t!”

BEG YOU STUPID SLUT.

Even though your instincts told you not to give in, you couldn’t help but think that, if you followed R’s orders, he might leave you alone. You looked at Eddie and found him watching you, and he adjusted his clear-frame glasses. “You’re not really gonna…?” he started, and you sighed.

“If it makes him stop,” you mumbled. “Eddie, you have to help me fix this. I… I’m too supid to do it on my own. Help me, please, make this go away.” The words felt sour in your mouth, and you clutched Eddie’s hand tightly. “Please.”

“I-I don’t know how to fix this,” Eddie said. “He said I can’t turn it off, and nothing’s going in—” He quickly typed on your computer, trying to do something, but it was futile. No characters appeared onscreen. Whoever R was, he had full control of your computer. “I mean, I have one idea, but…”

“Please, do it,” you pleaded. “Whatever it is, please fix this.”

Eddie adjusted his glasses once more, and he stared hard at the computer. “Let’s try this…” he began, and he pressed his thumb squarely to the camera. “Get me some tape and a marker; I’m gonna cover up your camera.”

You retrieved the supplies that Eddie had asked for, and he colored a black patch on the tape with one hand as he continued to cover your camera. R was typing something, you could see the angry slurs and names he was calling both of you, but Eddie’s arm covered it up and obscured it fully from your view. Finally, Eddie replaced his thumb with the tape, and he took a step back. “It’s not amazing,” he started, R still spewing hate at you onscreen. “But it’s something.”

Quickly, R’s rant slowed down, and ended with one last declaration:

KISS YOUR KNIGHT, PRINCESS

and the screen finally went all black before returning to its normal state. Never had you been so relieved to see the generic wallpaper of a beach pop up on your computer, and you sighed heavily. “Jesus,” you mumbled. “Thank you, Eddie, I… It means a lot.”

Eddie shrugged. “No problem,” he said. “I’m glad I could help.”

“Umm…” you started. “Do you wanna… I don’t know, stay or something?”

Eddie took a deep breath, and he said, “I just got home from work when you knocked on my door. I need to have dinner and shower and all that. M-Maybe some other time.”

Your heart fell into your stomach at the rejection, even though you had no real reason for it. It was your neighbor, a man you had spoken to once before and forgot existed until he entered your line of sight. Why would you be hurt by his rejection? “Alright,” you agreed. “Well, can I at least give you a hug to thank you?”

Eddie smiled and, for the first time, gave a little giggle. You smiled at him, and he said, “Maybe you oughta kiss me, like R said.”

“Maybe I should,” you agreed. “Seems like I do everything he asks me to, anyway. I begged, I groveled; what’s a kiss?” You stepped closer to Eddie and placed your hands on his shoulders, and you leaned in to kiss his cheek. Unfortunately, though, Eddie seemed to have other plans, because he put his hands on your cheeks and connected your lips. You didn’t exactly hate it— his lips were soft, at least— but you backed away in shock anyway. “Eddie! Jesus, I meant on the cheek.”

“Oh, fuck,” Eddie muttered. His cheeks turned bright red, and he mumbled, “I-I’m sorry, that was, I didn’t… I misunderstood, I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine,” you told him. “Umm, maybe it’s good for you to go home.”

“Right,” he said, ruffling up his hair. “Sure. Sorry. I-I’ll see you around.”

You weren’t sure why your heart hurt when he left.

R: IT WORKED. YOU SCARED THE HELL OUT OF HER.

J: COOL. DID YOU GET ANY?

R: OF COURSE NOT. WHY WOULD SHE GIVE IT UP FOR ME? I’M JUST THE DUMBASS WHO FIXED HER COMPUTER.

J: BUT YOU HELPED HER AND SAVED HER. DID SHE AT LEAST KISS YOU, WHITE KNIGHT?

R: YEAH. BUT SHE WENT FOR THE CHEEK. I TURNED HER HEAD AND KISSED HER LIPS BUT SHE ACTED LIKE SHE HATED IT.

J: YOU KNOW SHE DIDN’T. SHE JUST HAS TO PRETEND TO HATE IT BECAUSE SHE THINKS SHE’S BETTER THAN YOU.

R: I KNOW. GOD SHE TASTED GOOD. BUT THIS SCHEME IS DONE, WE NEED TO DO MORE. I NEED TO SCARE HER SO BADLY THAT SHE CAN’T HELP BUT RUN INTO MY ARMS.

J: I HAVE AN IDEA.

R: FIRE AWAY.

When you saw Eddie next, he was knocking on your door. Usually, you wouldn’t have cared about that, but it was easily three in the morning, and you had been fast asleep, having a nice dream. “Eddie?” you mumbled, and he pushed past you into your apartment. “Eddie, hey! What the fuck?”

Quickly, he reached for the television remote and turned on your TV, and you were struck by a news report of the mayor’s death. While you didn’t exactly care for Don Mitchell Jr., it still sucked to know that his family was now mourning a father and a husband. “Jesus Christ,” you mumbled, covering your mouth in shock, and Eddie shook his head.

“They’re saying that someone called the Riddler did this,” he told you. “Left weird shit at the scene, puzzles or whatever.”

“The Riddler?” you repeated. It had only been a week since your encounter with R, and it was still fresh on your mind. The little riddles that he had given you in-between bouts of extorting and harassing you had stayed at the forefront of your thoughts, and you felt your knees go weak. “Oh my God. R. Is it the same person?”

“I think so,” Eddie said. “I just saw this and…”

“Watching the news at three AM?” you asked.

“I work nights,” Eddie explained. “But, sweetheart, listen to me, I don’t think you’re safe anymore.”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” you asked, not even noticing that Eddie had called you a sweet name. “He hasn’t bothered me since you helped me.”

“But what if he comes back for old victims?” Eddie asked. “Or decides to release the footage he has on you? I… I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“I won’t get hurt, Eddie,” you sighed, and you sat down on your couch. “Jesus, but… Wh-What if you’re right? Sorry, I just, you were right, I’m anxious as hell, always. He wouldn’t, like, come here, would he? Is there any way he knows my address?”

“Yeah, there is,” Eddie said. “Your IP address, it links back to a physical address to—”

“Jesus! Has he always known?” you asked.

“Probably ever since the first time he remotely accessed your computer,” Eddie replied. He sat down next to you, and you couldn’t help but scoot a bit closer to him. “Have you noticed weird things around your apartment? Something where it wasn’t before, or moved out of place?”

You had to think about it, but your answer came up as a yes. Yes, you had noticed that things were a little odd in your apartment. A corner of the rug would be flipped up when you don’t remember it being that way, or your shampoo would be facing the wall when you were certain that the label faced outwards when you set it down. “Are you saying he’s been in my apartment?” you whispered.

“You’re not safe here,” Eddie told you. You had never seen him so serious, and he stood up from the couch. “Listen, I have a spare bedroom, you can come stay with me until this Riddler bullshit dies down.”

“A-And if it doesn’t?” you asked.

“One step at a time, princess,” Eddie told you, stepping forward and putting his hands on your shoulders. “Can you pack a bag, or do you need me to do it?”

You felt lightheaded from the sudden burst of terrifying information, and Eddie’s arms went tight around you to keep you upright. “I’ll do it,” he whispered. “Stay right here, I won’t be long.” Before he departed for your bedroom, he sank down on his knees to reach you, settling his height at the same as yours, and he added, “I won’t let anyone hurt you. You hear me? Anyone.”

And then, he disappeared back into your bedroom. You couldn’t really form any good thoughts with the amount of panic in your chest, and you could only manage to watch the news report. Even though they were scarce with details, they did mention that the mayor had been bludgeoned, and that it was his son who had found him in the parlor. And then, they mentioned the odd puzzle that was left at the scene, something written inside a card addressed to the Batman. Living in Gotham, you knew who the Batman was, and every time you heard his name mentioned on the news, it only made curiosity grow and grow. Who was he? How could he do what he did? One way or another, you admired him; maybe the things he did weren’t necessarily good, but they were questionable means to a good end.

Eddie reappeared quickly, a bag full of your things in his arms, and he took you by the arm and helped you stand up. “Eddie, I feel sick,” you said quickly, grabbing his arm back tightly, and you watched his eyebrows furrow as he pouted.

“C’mere,” he whispered, and he deftly took you into his arms, picking you up. “It’s just a short walk, princess, and then I’ll put you in bed. Okay?”

Your anxiety had exhausted you by the time Eddie settled you in his apartment, and your eyelids fluttered as he set your bag down. “I-I’ll fix up the spare room,” he told you. “You can sleep in my bed tonight. Umm, bathroom’s over there, if you need it. I’ll be in the living room—”

“Eddie, no!” you cried. “P-Please don’t leave me alone! I-I’m scared.”

“Don’t you wanna sleep?” Eddie asked. “You’ve had a big scare, I don’t think I can help there.”

“Please stay,” you whimpered, and his form sagged with a sigh when he saw your tears.

“Alright,” he agreed. “Tell me if I bother you, though.” With that, Eddie flicked on a small television that sat opposite the bed, and he unzipped the navy windbreaker from his frame. You had never seen him without it, and you couldn’t help but stare at him. His arms were lean and hard, his chest firm under his shirt; you really hadn’t expected him to be as built as he was. You watched as he gathered a change of clothes from an old-looking dresser, and he opened the closed door to the side that he had indicated as the bathroom. You could hear him on the other side of the door, going about his business, and the low din of the shower began. Poor Eddie, you thought. All of the sudden, he was now tasked with taking care of you and, while it didn’t seem like he minded too much, you never asked if he wanted that or not. You never asked about a family, a girlfriend, nothing; you just assumed. You had yourself intent on apologizing to Eddie when he returned from his shower, but the door to the bathroom opened, and you saw him.

His hair was wet, slicked off of his face, and he wasn’t wearing his glasses. He wore a pair of plaid pajama bottoms, his soft chest and stomach in view of your admittedly greedy eyes, and he cleared his throat. “Sorry,” he began sheepishly. “Forgot a shirt.”

“I-It’s your house,” you stuttered out.

“Yeah, it’s just a little embarrassing,” Eddie chuckled lightly, as if he wasn’t actually pleased by the humor of it. “I mean, I’m not, like, a Batman type or anything.”

“That’s not a bad thing,” you told him. “Here, I can close my eyes if you want.” Before he could even respond, you had shoved your hands over your eyes to obscure your vision, and you heard him laugh, a genuine thing this time.

His grip was warm on your wrists as he slowly pulled your hands away from your face, and you could smell his shampoo and soap with his closeness. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it,” Eddie whispered. His thumb soothed down your hand, and he added, “The kiss. I-It was an accident, but I can’t help but think about it.”

You couldn’t say the same to him. You had been trying to forget the awkward kiss from a few weeks ago, but apparently it had stayed with Eddie in a profound way. “Oh?” you managed to say, lacking better words.

Eddie nodded, and he said, “Would you let me kiss you again? For real?”

His body was so warm, so close to you, and you couldn’t help but move closer into his warmth. This man had done everything in his power to protect you; maybe a kiss wasn’t asking for much. “Yes,” you whispered, and Eddie surged forward, placing his hands nicely on your face as he sealed his lips to yours.

If you were honest, you didn’t hate the kiss. His mouth was soft and warm, and he was gentle about it. His hands didn’t roam, he didn’t try to advance in any way, he seemed perfectly content with the kiss. You, however, were not. You wrapped your arms around his neck and held him closely, wanting him as close as possible, and you kissed him back. He made an odd strangled noise when your tongue touched his lips, and Eddie leaned away for just a moment. “I-I’m so sorry,” he whispered. “I-I haven’t really done a lot of kissing before.”

“That’s alright,” you told him, tilting your head lightly. “There’s no shame in being a virgin, Eddie. I can… I can fix that, if you’d like.”

“You would?” Eddie asked, and you let your hands trail down his torso as you spoke.

“Yeah,” you shrugged. “I mean, you’re my knight in shining armor, right? You’ve kept me safe from that Riddler bullshit, I-I owe you something.”

His face lit up for just a moment, and he whispered, “Yeah… Yeah, you owe me.”

“Alright,” you began. “Just… Do what feels good. I’m pretty open to anything, try whatever you want.”

“Okay,” Eddie said. “So, umm…” He paused for a moment, then moved to be over you, his legs on either side of your hips. His hands went to your waist and slid up, threatening under your shirt, and you smiled.

“Want me to take my shirt off?” you giggled, and Eddie laughed as he nodded. “Why don’t you do it for me?”

Eddie nodded again, this time more quiet and perceptive, and his hands slid all the way up your shirt to capture your bare breasts in his hands. He made another odd sound, and you wondered if he had ever even felt a woman’s tits or even seen them before. This poor man, you thought. How old was he and he was a virgin? You thought it was a little ridiculous that nobody had ever tried to fuck Eddie before, but, then again, it was like he said: he was no Batman. He didn’t seem to fall into the category of conventionally attractive, but you thought he was nonetheless. Eddie was quick to pull your shirt off, and he instantly went to kiss your tits. His kisses were wet as they trailed up your neck and back down to your tits, and he took one of your nipples in his mouth and sucked hard. You couldn’t help but moan at the feeling and, when his teeth clipped your sensitive bud, you grabbed a fistful of his wet hair and tugged. “Fuck, Eddie,” you whispered. “Feels so good…”

He refocused his attention on your other nipple, and he gently squeezed your other tit. It felt fantastic, and you writhed underneath him as you begged for more. “Eddie, please, don’t stop,” you whimpered, and his strong hand fell from your gifs to your thigh, pulling it up around his waist. His hips jerked down into yours seemingly against his will, and he moaned around your nipple. You could feel his cock against your leg, already rock hard, and you smiled and pushed his hair off of his forehead. “Are you already hard?” you asked, and Eddie broke from your tits with a nod.

“Is that bad?” he asked.

“Not at all,” you assured him. “I like it. Here, kinda… Roll your hips a little, like you’re trying to pop the joint or something.”

Eddie did as you told him, rocking his hips hesitantly down onto yours, and he moaned at the friction against his cock. “Fuck,” he hissed. “Feels so good…”

“Take off your pants,” you told him, and your hands went to his pajama pants. “I can make you feel really fucking good.” Eddie was quick to undo the drawstring of his pants, and you quickly pushed your hand into his pants to find him not wearing boxers, and your hand quickly found his hard cock. You were glad that Eddie had his face buried in your neck and couldn’t see your reaction because Jesus Christ, he had a huge dick. It wasn’t exactly shocking, but you definitely weren’t expecting it, and you bit your lip as you began to slowly stroke him.

The moan Eddie gave was like nothing you had ever heard before. It was so insanely attractive, and you rubbed your thumb gently over the head of his cock to see what sort of reaction you’d get out of him. He moaned again, this one getting caught deep in his throat, and he whimpered out, “Do that again, please.”

“How about…” you started, and you withdrew your hand from his pants in order to gently push on his chest and set him on his back. “I suck you off instead?”

“Really?” Eddie asked. He seemed hopeful, but also hesitant, as if someone had promised that before but didn’t follow through. It hurt your heart to think that someone had been so cruel to such a kind, well-meaning guy like Eddie, and you kissed his belly and hips as you tugged off his pants.

“Of course,” you told him. Each kiss made his hips jolt a little, and you were quick to lick up his exposed cock. Without warning, he grabbed your hair tightly and shoved his cock deep in your mouth, and you gagged at the size.

“Fuck!” Eddie moaned. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry—”

You lightly touched his thigh, trying to tell him to calm down, and you greedily sucked at his cock. Every second you spent in Eddie’s company made you want him more and more, and his fist in your hair definitely wasn’t helping the patch of wetness that had bloomed in your panties. His cock was heavy and hot on your tongue, and your hand drifted from his thigh to his balls. You had hardly touched him before he was pulling at your hair and cumming down your throat. You had figured that your poor virgin would come quickly, and it honestly warmed your chest to know that you had given him that. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered. His voice sounded tight, like he was going to cry, and, when you looked up to him, his cheeks were red and his eyes were watering.

You let Eddie’s cock fall from your mouth, and you climbed up his body to kiss his soft mouth again. His hands went to your waist, and, when you broke the kiss, you whispered, “Don’t feel bad, honey. Did it feel good?” Eddie nodded, his eyes still wet, and you smiled and kissed his pouting lips again. “Then don’t worry. Whatever makes you feel good.”

“I need to be inside you,” Eddie whined, and he worked a little clumsily to undress you. He was a man on a mission, and you admired that, and you helped him shuck off your shirt and shorts, but he pushed your hands away when you reached your panties. He took a deep, steadying breath, and he hooked an arm under your back and turned you underneath him, and you couldn’t help but giggle. Something seemed to have changed in his chest, and you loved to see this side of Eddie, taking what he wanted from you. He pulled your panties down in a swift motion, and he followed them down your legs until he was nuzzling his nose into your cunt. “Can I…” he started, and he kissed your inner thigh gently.

“God, yes,” you sighed, and your hand went to his hair, still damp from his shower. “Please, Eddie!”

“I like the way you say my name,” Eddie chuckled, and his kisses moved to your cunt. He licked at your soft walls with a moment of hesitancy, but he seemed to gain his confidence back when he saw the way you squirmed under him. With that, he looped his arms around your thighs and forced your legs open, and he went to work. His tongue went in long, flat strokes on you, tasting you and soaking you, and the pleasure that bloomed in your belly was too much. All you could do was lay back and let him do his job, moaning every so often when he licked over your clit. “Good girl… Taste so good, fuck.”

Eddie was strong as he kept your legs open, even though your body instinctively kept trying to slam your legs shut. He was moaning into your cunt as he ate you out, and, even though you weren’t sure who was having the better time, you could see that he once again was aroused, his cock standing half-hard. Maybe it was the haze over your eyes, but you couldn’t help but think that Eddie looked exceptionally beautiful between your legs, and you whined when he sucked hard at your clit. “Fuck!” you yelped, your body trying to squirm away from the overstimulation, and you whimpered, “Eddie, I-I need you—”

“Where do you need me, princess?” Eddie whispered, and he gently bit at your thigh. “Tell me where you need me.”

“Inside me, please,” you told him. “Please, Eddie, please!”

“You don’t need to beg,” he said with that same high-pitched giggle from the night you first kissed him. You smiled and laughed, and Eddie was quick to slink up your body to kiss your mouth, and he sank his hard cock into your slick cunt with a long groan of satisfaction. The feeling of being filled by him was otherworldly, and you couldn’t help but moan loudly. “Oh, fuck,” Eddie whispered. “God, you’re so…” He paused for a second, seemingly trying to find the right word, and he lightly kissed your forehead as he began to fuck into you. “You’re so pretty, God.”

“Thank you,” you giggled, and Eddie breathlessly laughed with you. His arms were tight around you as he fucked you, and you made a small noise every time he went deep inside you. A few of his thrusts were painful, going so deep that he kissed at your cervix, but that made it all the much better. His mouth was settled right next to your ear, and you could hear every breath, moan, or sigh he gave.

“Fuck,” he whispered finally. His skin stuck to yours with sweat, and you pushed his hair off of his flushed forehead to kiss him. “M’gonna cum again, Goddamn it…”

“I’m gonna cum too,” you told him. “Fuck, Eddie, you’re gonna make me cum!”

“Good girl,” Eddie whispered, and his thrusts became sharper and faster, trying to catch his high as quickly as possible. “Good fuckin’ girl… Oh, fuck, I’m—”

He came hard, his whole body shaking and shivering as he spilled himself inside you, and the feeling of his hot seed inside you drew you to your end as well. You grabbed Eddie’s face and tugged him close, kissing him hard as you both rode out your highs, and you managed a small laugh as Eddie’s arms gave out and he fell on top of you. You both panted, trying to catch your breath, and you soothed your hand down Eddie’s back. “Thank you,” you whispered, setting a light kiss to his temple.

“For what?” Eddie asked. “For fucking you? God, then, you’re very welcome.”

“No, no,” you said. “I mean, thank you for everything. If you hadn’t helped me with my computer, then this wouldn’t have happened. And I liked it, and I’d like for it to happen again.”

“Good,” Eddie replied, lightly swiping his nose against yours. “I’d like for this to happen again too.”

Before you could say anything, a phone started to ring from the depths of Eddie’s apartment, and he sighed. “And that will be my coworker,” he groaned. “He always forgets the door code and locks himself out… Fuck, this happens once a week. I’m sorry, I’ll be…”

“Take your time,” you told him, hissing softly as Eddie pulled himself out of you. “We have all night.”

Eddie smiled at you and pressed a kiss to your lips, then went about getting dressed again. He grabbed the forgotten shirt from his dresser and tugged it over his head as he left the bedroom, and he called, “Are you hungry? I can’t cook too much, but we could order something!”

“I’m alright,” you told him. You got out of bed and journeyed to the bathroom in pursuit of a shower or at least a wet rag to clean yourself off with, but you stopped when you heard Eddie’s voice distantly on the other side of the wall. Thin walls, you reminded yourself.

“…Yeah…” you heard him say and, as bad as it was, you stopped what you were doing and lightly pressed your ear to the wall. “I was busy, actually… I was fucking that girl… Yes, her… I know, shut up… Hey, she didn’t just give it up or whatever, I just… The Riddler scared her.” He paused to do his giggle again, and your heart sank. Why was he talking about the Riddler like that? “Oh, dude, it was a rush. You should’ve heard the noises, it felt like Christmas… Oh, yeah, it was super messy, got all over my jacket and shit… Whatever, fuck you, I can just get another one. Hey, she’s still here, I gotta go. Text me… Sure thing.”

Fear rattled inside your chest, and you rushed to find your clothes and get dressed again in an instant. You had thought he was talking about you at first, the noises and being messy, but then he mentioned his jacket. When you checked his fallen navy windbreaker as you tugged your pajama pants back on, there wasn’t any sort of stain. Suddenly, you were terrified of Edward, and you checked the room for anything that could be used to defend yourself. He was lying to you about something, and, in your heart of hearts, you knew it wasn’t good.

The bedroom door opened again, and you backed yourself into the wall furthest away from the door. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears as Edward entered the room, and he curiously tilted his head. “What’s wrong?” he asked. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Not a ghost,” you managed to gasp, and your body went cold when you saw Edward’s demeanor change. His shoulders fell, his posture straightened, and he collected his glasses from the bathroom, moving slowly.

“Not a ghost,” he repeated finally. “What did you see, princess?”

“It’s you, isn’t it?” you asked.

“Is what me?” Edward asked. “I do like games, but not this one. What do you think I am?”

“I think you’re a murderer—”

“Correct.”

“And I think you’re my stalker—”

“Also correct.”

“And… And I think you’re the Riddler.”

Edward’s smile grew, an imitation of what he had done minutes before. “Oh, princess,” he said softly. “You are smart. I knew it.”

#edward nashton #edward nashton x reader #the riddler #the riddler x reader #paul dano #paul dano x reader #the batman

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starlightsearches · 2 years

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for hand holding prompt: 12 and/or 13 w riddler maybe pls 🌷🎀💝

Affection Prompts—possessive hand-holding / linking hands together during sex

Mine

requests are always open / let me know what you think!

Edward Nashton x Femme! Reader

Warnings: 18+ only, PIV sex, shitty guys, possessive behavior, established relationship, language.

He'd never believe it, but there's so much you love about your boyfriend.

Like how you'd sent him a text to let him know you'd be home late, and now—hours later—he's waiting outside the door of your office, standing under the streetlight as rain drops collect on his too-big jacket.

You see him, and it's like your heart is fighting to hop out of your chest, desperate to greet him. God, he's too thoughtful, too sweet. He's not like any other guy you've met before.

You couldn't tell him that, though. Eddie would think it was a bad thing.

"Hi, honey," you greet him, pressing a kiss to his cool cheek. Your boyfriend's never been a fan of PDA—doesn't like how red his face gets whenever your lips touch his—but this is a fine consolation.

"Hello, dove." He presses one of his gloved hands forward, holding out a dark coffee to-go cup you hadn't noticed before. You can smell the contents, lashes fluttering a little in pleasure with the heavenly scent of chocolate.

"Seriously?" —you take the cup, already feeling the heat seep through your gloves— "you're the best, Eddie."

Your favorite cafe is a few blocks out of the way, but the hot chocolate is the best in the city. It's exactly what you needed after a day like today.

He flushes again, dipping his head to the ground until his glasses slip toward the end of his nose, shoulders drooping with the weight of your praise.

God. You want his dick down your throat.

Taking his empty hand instead, you start the chilly walk home. Gotham's never quiet—cars buzzing by and shouting from distant alleyways, but you and Eddie seem to travel in your own little world, speaking quietly about your days, plans for the weekend, sharing thoughts you'd kept to yourselves while you were apart.

You're almost back to your apartment when you notice Eddie shifting closer, arm pressed tight against yours. You don't have to ask why.

There's three of them headed your way—overgrown frat boys in collared shirts like they hit the bar straight from the office—laughing and jostling each other as if the whole street is their fucking living room.

You grip Eddie's hand tighter, keeping your eyes on your feet, praying they won't bump into you, won't notice either of you as they pass by.

But all the gods in Gotham must be busy, because nobody hears those prayers.

"Where you headed, beautiful?" It's the tallest of them who talks to you, smiling with too-white teeth and stinking of beer and sweat, his breath so sharp with the smell of alcohol it has to be flammable.

If you only had a match.

"Home," you answer curtly, trying to sneak past with Eddie in tow. His friends block your path, trapping you up against a long-empty storefront.

"Don't be like that, baby," he coos, trying to brush a hand down your arm before you pull away, "you should come with us. We could show you a real good time."

Eddie's shaking beside you. He tries to move in front of you without dropping your hand and you pull him back, catching his red-splotched skin and a vicious look in his eyes.

"I'm not interested," you say, "and my boyfriend and I would like to leave now."

"Boyfriend?" The man smiles wickedly, and you know what's coming before it happens, watching every moment with a painful double vision.

"This guy?" he laughs, and his friends join in a mocking chorus, "sorry buddy, I didn't even see you there."

He slaps Eddie harshly on the shoulder, looking down on him although Eddie's a few inches taller—and then they walk away.

Minutes pass before Eddie's ready to move. He stands there beside you with his eyes shut tight, stiller than stone except for his lips parting softly in the silence. You think he might be praying under his breath.

You walk the rest of the way without saying a word. Eddie's footsteps broadcast his thoughts well enough, growing heavier with each flight of stairs you climb before reaching your small apartment.

"Eddie, honey?"

He's dropped your hand, shrugging out of his jacket and journeying deeper into the apartment. In the half-light of the kitchen, he leans heavily on the counter, head hung low.

"Eddie," —he hardly moves when you slide up beside him, resting a hand over his own— "you know I love you, right?"

The look he gives you is ripe with hurt, threatening to spill over with every blink of his big, sad eyes.

"I'm serious. Do you really think I'd rather be with a guy like that?"

Eddie doesn't answer. He doesn't have to. Your heart fucking breaks—snapped right in half along the dotted line. He thinks you'd leave him. Like it wouldn't break you just the same.

"Honey . . . do you think a guy like that would care if I got home safe? Or go out of his way to pick up my favorite drink for me?"

That gives him pause. You take advantage of the gap in his armor, sliding between the place he stands and the table until your bodies are flush, wrapping your arms tight around his neck.

"Guys like that are selfish, Eddie," you whisper, trailing kisses down the side of his face, "he wouldn't treat me as well as you do."

Eddie shudders in your grasp. Your tongue just brushes the shell of his ear. "He couldn't touch me the way you do."

He's already breathless at the idea. "God, can I touch you?"

You guide his hands to your waist in silent permission. Eddie's grip is tight at the fabric of your skirt, nails digging at your hips when his urgent mouth meets yours, kissing you reckless. He's sloppy, impassioned—the way he normally gets when you both already have your clothes off and he can't pretend he has any self-control anymore. His tongue is past your lips when he stumbles backwards, pulling you along with him until his knees bump the couch.

And if this were a normal night, he'd sit down on the cushions before pulling you into his lap. On a normal night, you'd ride him, bouncing on his cock until there were tears on his cheeks and he was begging you to let him cum.

But things are different with this shot of confidence in his veins, because he guides you down onto the couch—hand at the back of your neck so you couldn't stop kissing him even if you tried—laying you down against the overstuffed cushions as he crawls on top.

"Can I?" he asks again, fingers already pulling haphazardly at the buttons on your top. Your mouth has gone dry. All you can offer is a nod.

And he's so sure of himself as bares your skin, mouthing at your neck until your own hands shake. He's so sure of himself, sliding down the zipper on your skirt, getting it out of his way, a warm hand between your thighs.

"Eddie," you whisper.

"Yes, dove?" His wet words hit right at your collar bone, and he peers up at you with big dark eyes from behind fogged glass.

You don't remember what you were going to say. Maybe something like I need you or fuck me, please or I think I'm in love with you, but nobody needs words in a moment like this. You slide your hand into the space between your bodies, slipping his belt from the buckle.

And he understands that perfectly.

You're still half-dressed, feeling dirty and desperate while Eddie grips at your breast over your bra, hyper-aware of his other fumbling hand pressing the hot tip of his cock against your hole.

Your back lifts from the couch, curved like a half-moon from that first, deep thrust, a low moan on your lips. Eddie pauses, fully seated inside you, and he curls one arm around your waist, holding you closer. His other hand travels the length of your arm, slipping his fingers between your own.

He keeps his eyes on yours, and you maintain the contact even though it feels like you're dying, like you won't live another second if he doesn't give you the pleasure that's been promised.

He lifts your hand to his mouth, presses his lips to the soft skin on the back of your hand. His lips are wet enough that the print turns cold when he pulls away.

"You're mine," he whispers. He leaves no room for argument.

And then he's thrusting so deep inside you it's changing the rhythm of your heart. He buries you against the old, over-stuffed cushions, hand squeezing yours and his teeth scraping along your neck, mouthing those same words until they're etched into your skin.

You're mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.

#edward nashton x you #edward nashton x reader #edward nashton #the riddler/you #the riddler x you #the riddler x reader #the riddler/reader #edward nashton/you #edward nashton/reader #paul dano characters #paul dano riddler #dano!riddler smut #dano!riddler x reader #dano!riddler x you #dano!riddler #minors dni #my writing #requests

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anxiousnerdwritings · 11 months

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I feel like riddler is kinda underused as a yandere if that makes sense. Namely the version who aren't the new riddler from the new batman movie-. Like in most if not all iterations he's very tech savvy, skilled with tech, and a hacker. And considering how much technology is intertwined with daily lives- its kinda scary. Or like great yandere potential for arkham Eddie and his giant trap puzzle rooms and army of robots?? Sorry for the tangent.

Yeah, I can agree with that. I think the Riddler versions that most come to my mind are the Batman: Animated Series one and the Arkhamverse one. But yes, Edward has such yandere potential (any version of him honestly) and he is pretty underused or overlooked from what I’ve seen, or rather haven’t seen. There is definitely more to him than just exclusively riddles and puzzles.

Speaking of Arkhamverse!Riddler, I can totally see him putting his darling in a complex escape the room style puzzle after kidnapping them and ‘promising’ them he’ll let them go if they can solve the room but of course he doesn’t mean it. If they are able to get out of the room it just leads into another puzzle room but this time even more complex than the last. And you know damn well Edward is the type to have the very last puzzle lead to him so when his darling bursts through the door thinking they’ve triumphed over the Riddler and can finally go home they’re instead met with him in the flesh, excitedly congratulating them on making it through and finding their way to him.

Also, bringing some of the tech-savviness into it, I can see Edward of course stalking his darling through traffic and security cameras in the very beginning while their going about their day to day. If they have a home security system then you can bet he’s already hacked himself into it as well. I can’t help but imagining him hacking into their phone and watching them through their camera, so whenever they’re looking on their phone Edward feels like they’re looking at him and only him. He even has little conversations with them, they can’t hear him nor do they know he’s watching them as they scroll aimlessly on their phone but he likes these moments the most cause they feel the realest (even if he is just staring and talking to a massive screen and doesn’t have his darling in person, yet).

Something else I’d like to mention in regards to Arkhamverse!Ribbler with his escape the room darling, he would fit them with something to monitor their heart rate. He’d be able to know how stressed, anxious, scared, and frustrated they were while trying to figure out their multiple escapes through these puzzles. I can see him stepping in if their heart rate gets too high. Each room is fitted with knockout gas that he’ll use if he needs to take his darling out of the situation their in. That doesn’t mean he’s taking them completely out of his little rat maze that he’s so painstakingly put together for them, no he’s just going to let them rest for a bit and put them in a much more tame puzzle room. His darling still has to reach the end of this after all, he has something really special waiting for them when they do.

#anxious answers #yandere riddler #yandere edward nygma #yandere dc concept #yandere concept

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chronicbeans · 10 months

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hi bff :3 can i have fluffy paul dano riddler fic/hcs? thanks ^^

OKAY LET'S GO BESITE!!! I'll be doing headcanons lol.

Paul Dano Riddler x GN Reader Headcanons (Fluff):

TW: None

❓ Edward LOVES cuddles. He's pretty touch starved, mostly due to his habit of isolating himself. Whenever he can, he wraps his arms around you in a loving embrace, allowing himself to relax for once.

❓ Dates with Edward usually involve going to the diner near his place. Around Autumn, they serve pumpkin pie there, which is his favorite. If your first time going there is with him, he would be overjoyed and insist you try some of his favorite meals and drinks, there! He'd be like a little kid rambling about his favorite superheroes.

❓ He'd prefer to visit your home than for you to visit his. He doesn't want you to learn about his... activities... and his place is a mess, anyways. So, whenever he visits you, he enjoys just relaxing on your couch, listening to music, and watching television. He also likes to talk about his stream followers, leaving out the context of what he streams and such. The most he'll say is that he considers himself a "political streamer".

❓ He loves to show you tips and tricks he has learned. Be it from things his followers have told him in the stream's chat, to things he finds online. As such, the "tips and tricks" can range from a better way to cook a hotdog, to "the most effective way to tie a rope and ensure that the person tied up cannot escape". He tends to give you a bit of whiplash with this.

❓ He will talk about you to his followers. He makes sure to leave out your name and other identifying information, but talks about little things you do that he likes. From the way you talk to him, how kind you are, how you talk about your interests... a lot of what he likes revolves around the way you talk, for some reason. He isn't used to social interaction, and what little he gets tends to be negative, so when you talk to and about him so kindly his heart flutters. His chat tends to go absolutely insane when he talks about you, sending in donations in order to make sure he has enough money to buy you gifts and such. His chat sees you and him as a power couple, to be honest, despite never seeing you or knowing who you are outside of Edward's rants. They'll send in like $100 with a message saying "GO KING! Buy your (king/queen/royal spouse) something fitting for the absolute angel they are! Oh, and here's some tips on detonators-"

❓ Speaking about gifts... he loves to give you things he thinks you will like. He buys you things like band albums, art supplies, and t-shirts. He believes that creativity is very important for a person, so he wants to see how you'll express yourself. If those things don't seem to work, he'll then default to more practical things, like cookware, cleaning supplies, puzzle books, and other types of... books. He believes books in general are practical things, especially ones about wordplay. Oh! He also sends you a bunch of cards, too! To be honest, if you somehow didn't figure out he was the Riddler before, you would figure it out pretty quickly once he sends you cards. They are very similar to the ones he sends Batman, minus the complicated puzzles, which would be replaced by riddles about love.

❓ He would like to hear you sing, if you are willing. He loves music in general, so hearing the person he loves most in the world singing anything at all will make him explode with glee! He'll kick his feet and wave his arms with joy, not knowing how else to show his happiness that you would allow him to listen to you singing. He knows that a lot of people seem to be anxious about their voices, so you letting him listen to you feels like a way of you showing that you truly do trust him.

#paul dano riddler #riddler x reader #the riddler #edward nashton #dano riddler

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undiscovered-horizon · 1 year

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omg!! i loved your eddie headcannons so much <33 would you consider doing a pt 2 for little ole me *bats eyelashes*

Happy to make you happy! Sure I can do a part 2

[Missed part 1? Check it out >>HERE<<]

🫀REQUESTS ARE OPEN🫀

Dating the Riddler - Headcanons Part 2

Regularly buys you flowers and I don't mean single plants but like whole bouquets with raffia and decorative paper

The florists at the shop are lowkey invested in the love story they know nothing about

An absolute sucker for you standing up for him

Like when someone claims you're "dating down" or "settling" for him and you can't keep your tongue behind your teeth

Are you normally this nasty or are you trying extra hard today?

Always up for trying new things with you, no matter what they are

You picked up a habit of doing crosswords in newspapers

Eddie's always there to help you with more difficult words but he has a secret: he checked the answers to the ones even he didn't know

Watching Jeopardy or Who wants to be a millionaire gets competitive but still fun

The mutual "WHY WOULD YOU KNOW THAT??"

If you take any medication, you can be sure Eddie is going to remind you to take it

Tic-tac-toe with fridge magnets on days when you two are busy and rarely get to see each other even while living together

If you're gone for the night, visiting someone maybe, he cuddles your shirt while sleeping (it smells of you, so...)

Don't ask him an opinion about your outfit because it's always going to be the very same "You're perfect"

If you like scented candles, you might have just ruined a certain smell for Eddie. Oh, you buy vanilla-scented candles? Congrats, whenever and wherever Eddie smells vanilla, he thinks of you

Nothing you ever do, think, say or feel is in any way weird to him

Watching cartoons together (Scooby-Doo slaps at any age)

Polaroids of you two just hanging about and being two idiots in love

You bought him a mug with a question mark on it and now he won't drink out of anything else

If you have long hair, Eddie definitely would learn how to do braids

He makes random remarks about you to his followers

Maybe he remembered something thoughtful you said or something you like that was relevant to the topic he was rambling about

Matching necklaces!!!! Nothing over the top, thin chainlink and a small yet meaningful pendant

Because he (most probably) doesn't have a dish that he associates with childhood, you regularly make him something that someone used to make for you

Whatever you're currently obsessed with, Eddie listens with genuine interest

He probably keeps pictures of you in multiple places: his wallet, on his phone (obviously), inside the bedside table, on a corkboard among his planning and research

If you're away from each other, you get on a video call and just sit kind of together. Not necessarily talking to each other, just doing your own things but being in the other's presence as much as possible at the time

If you're upset with him about something, he's either going to deny his agency ("I had no choice/It wasn't my fault") or is seconds away from getting on his knees and begging for forgiveness

You're probably a lot of his firsts

Before moving in together, he keeps your favourite drink and/or snacks at his place, just in case you come by

Whenever he speaks negatively about himself, you shoot him with a nerf gun

Avantgarde cognitive-behavioural therapy

He tries his best to cook for you

Lowkey considers breaking up with you when the whole lark with Batman starts

Just to ensure that you're as far away from that ordeal as possible

But you told him that you're in this together and he can't do anything to make you change your mind

You nag at him to take a break once in a while, go for a walk, clear his head

If English isn't your first language, you can be sure Eddie will study your mother tongue

He'd definitely be into being called pet names in your first language

There's always some homemade dessert in your fridge

Your compliments always make him giddy

Despite you openly supporting his Riddler persona and everything that comes with it (maybe not the murder part), Eddie doesn't want you to actually know what his planning

For your own safety

He's the type of person who'd pick up a phone call at 3 AM and be at your front door in record time

If you're insecure about something, he's just straight-up confused because how?? why??

Always gives you a bite/sip of his food

Learns weird skills just in case you need help with something one day

The first time he's hanging out with you and your friends he's genuinely surprised that they're nice to him and are friendly and curious about their friend's boyfriend

Because he's never had lovely friends like that?? He thought people are in general shit??

But it makes so much sense that you have open-minded, easy-going, welcoming friends

Super awkward about periods but willing to buy pads/tampons, snacks and painkillers

You need his help so of course he's going to deliver

Carries your bag for you

You often catch him just staring at you with that deep-in-thought look

He's admiring, okay

At some point, the ex-lovers talk has to happen

Eddie gets visibly uncomfortable thinking about you possibly being more experienced than him and comparing him to other people you've been with

You have to remind him several times that it doesn't matter as much as he thinks. Now you're with him, it's him you want to be affectionate with. Besides, no one's born with knowledge in the dating/relationship/PDA department. You have to be inexperienced and awkward before you know what you're doing

The most important thing, you tell Eddie, is the willingness to communicate and learn. And the enthusiasm!

Oh, that he definitely has when it comes to you

Whenever you feature him on your social media, there's a cringy amount of heart emojis but who cares

He's got a bit of chub, so you love to lay on top of him

Tabletop game nights. Not Monopoly tho

Playing Mario Kart on stormy weekends

He hates losing and is really fast at coming up with successful tactics

Back hugs when you're doing something around the kitchen

You, on the other hand, give him back hugs to calm him down when something's not going the way he wanted to

You pack his lunch and no matter how many times he tells you that you don't have to, you're reminding him that you want to

Sharing desserts

Making him healthy food and he discovers a whole new palate

He can be a little pushy when you're clearly upset about something, wanting you to finally tell him what's up

Eddie's messy let's be honest

You nag at him about keeping the place a little clean and he's trying his best

He never cared for plants, cushions or fairy lights but since you moved it, he realized that they make the flat a lot more homely

Now your existence is just written all over the furniture and you're there even if you're physically gone

You visit him regularly at Arkham and he's on the verge of crying when the visiting hours are over and you have to go

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riddle-me-ri · 7 months

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Ooooohhh, may I request 🧠 for YJ!Riddler, please?

a/n: asdfgh yes, yes, absolutely I’d love to Snow, it’d be an honor.

Content Warning: explicit sexual content (masturbation) and getting caught in the act.

Word Count: 476

Young Justice Riddler x Reader - Hot and Bothered

Edward was at the end of his rope.

As much as he wanted to put all the blame on you, he knew, logically, he couldn’t because you didn’t have the slightest clue as to what you do to him.

When you call his name, his brain melts. When you touch him, his whole face flares red. When you smiled at him, his heart skipped a beat.

It made the genius overheat in way he didn’t think was possible. It could be as cold as a meat locker in a room but when he thought of you he’d have to discard his signature jacket.

One evening, he felt like he was about to combust. You smiled sweetly at him, wrapped your arms around him in a hug and actually kissed his cheek.

Edward couldn’t bare it anymore.

He couldn’t help it, he had to relieve himself of this suffocating heat–he will have plenty of time afterwards to feel ashamed about it later.

As he removed his pants and underwear, his dick was finally free from it’s constricting confines. He’d never seen his cock so hard before, the tip a flaring sensitive red.

Edward began stroking himself from the base to the tip. He hissed whenever he tightened his grip around the head.

It didn’t take long for him to build a steady pace. His hand tightening and his strokes fastening.

Finally, he got that sweet friction that he craved and could relieve him.

Edward let out a few high pitched groans and even began whimpering your name as he imagined your soft hands stroking him instead. The vision of those soft lips kissing his tip and sucking his cock just about brought him to the edge.

“Ed? Is everything ok-Oh, shit!” You gasped as you quickly closed the door as soon as you opened it.

“I-I’m so sorry, Ed–I just–”

“I’m-I’m…I-” he stuttered. Ed struggled to speak and get the covers of his bed to cover himself.

“No, no…uh–I-I’m…uh…sorry…so, so sorry…”

“Don’t be…I knocked, you didn’t answer, but I heard my name so…” You explained.

The red color that flushed Ed’s face soon drained.

“I-yeah…um…I-I’m sorry.” He said, hanging his head in defeat.

“Eddie, it’s okay…I-I don’t mind.”

Ed’s head shot up in surprise. “Wha-Really?!”

You giggled at the voice crack. “Yeah, really.”

“I just…” he sighed, as he scratched the back of his neck. “Every time I think about you, I-I get…so hot and I think about you…a lot.” He chuckled nervously.

You opened the door a little to where your head poked in.

“Well, that makes two of us. I think about you a lot too Eddie…” You smiled at him as you deftly entered his room and locked the door behind you.

“Do you wanna get hot and bothered together?” You offered with a sweet but mischievous smile.

Ed gulped deeply but nodded enthusiastically.

#ri writes #young justice riddler x reader #yj riddler x reader #young justice edward nygma x reader #yj edward nygma x reader

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comics-books-encyclopedias · 2 years

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So I'm a little late but...

So I finally got around to watching The Batman (2022) and I have Thoughts:

Finally, a movie acknowledges how goofy and simultaneously scary a man walking around in a bat suit is.

Goddam Zoe Kravitz was good. I couldn't keep my eyes off her when she was on the screen.

Alfred was just Dadding the entire time he was on screen. Him being nosy about Selina? Peak Alfred behavior.

The "You're not my father"??? Omg I wish this universe gets a Dick Grayson just so that line can be thrown back in Bruce's face.

The sheer Bisexual energy whenever Bruce and Selina are on screen together.

The fact that this Bruce isn't a Billionaire Playboy but an Emo Sadboy Hermit who can't be bothered to do anything besides Batman is very accurate.

The flare scene??? just beautiful. No other words.

The woman holding onto Bruce and not wanting to let go was such a good touch and a great parallel to the man at the very beginning of the movie.

They got Selina's personality down pat. She's incredibly kind but will not hesitate to cut a bitch if you fuck with her.

The Waynes having dark secrets and not being as pretty as they seem but also not straight-up evil is such great storytelling.

Also, Riddler trying to weaponize Martha Wayne's mental health issues speaks to how much of a douche he is.

#the batman 2022 #battinson #bruce wayne #selina kyle #the riddler #commisioner gordon #also i forgot to metion but the way they just left the penguin tied up in the middle of nowhere??#peak comedy

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imagine--if · 1 year

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E. Nashton Ⅱ

A/N: Part two of the first imagine! I'm not gonna lie, I really enjoyed writing the Riddler as a head over heels yandere 😵😍

Words: 1132

How could you have known?

To you, the man known as E. Nashton, or Eddie as you'd grown to call him, was just a sweet, quiet guy who seemed to like talking with you whenever there was a break at work, but avoided everyone else. He was someone you could chat to as a friend between working, and insisted on walking you home at the end of every day. But you didn't notice the intense, pining stares up through the long windows that overlooked the downstairs area. The extra likes on every old post and pictures from accounts you couldn't quite place, or the growing collection of candid Polaroids trinkets that had gone missing from your bag time and time again. After all, it had only been two weeks since you'd properly met him.

But two weeks was just too long for Edward.

Night after night, stuck alone in his apartment, driven feral by foggy fantasies he'd conjure in his mind, but would cruelly disappear when he came to his senses. Invisible. A nobody. Maybe even to you. Sometimes the thoughts would make him cry so much, Ed would get close to throwing up, napping through the darkness of Gotham's nights, savouring every second of getting to be with someone who saw him. Someone who had no history of being dishonest or corrupt in any way. A true beacon of hope and freedom, and he couldn't get enough of it.

But Edward Nashton just couldn't make himself say something. Say anything. The words scrambled in his head and made him ramble on and on when he tried to catch them on paper, terrifying himself with the thought of you rejecting him. He just couldn't do it.

But The Riddler could. And so he did.

The calm breeze of the evening ruffles your curtains as you settle down to sleep, a warm blue glow in your room from the lamp light beside you on the lowest brightness. Your hair splays out on the pillow, some strands resting on your cheeks, and the masked man takes it all in breathlessly as you start to doze off. It's amazing to him that you can't feel his murky green eyes on you, standing in the shadowy doorway of your bedroom. You're so vulnerable, so delicate. You need him. Just as much as he needs you.

His heavy boots thud against the floor, and you stir in your light sleeping state, your nose scrunching as a tickling sensation meets your face. Gloved fingers carefully brush away the loose strands, uncharacteristically gently, and that's when your eyes blink open, widening immediately in terror as you make out the man's figure in the thick darkness.

"Sssh, ssh ssh," The Riddler coaxes, as you try to sit up and defend yourself somehow. He pushes you softly back down on your bed, and you shift uncomfortably as he sits beside you, dangerously close to your face.

"Who- what are you doing?"

"Don't look so scared," the muffled voice speaks, and your brows twitch at the familiar sound of it that you can't put your finger on yet. "I'd never hurt you. Just like you've never hurt a thing in your life. It's so beautiful..."

The person's voice trails off thoughtfully, and you stare up at him awkwardly, not knowing what to do. If he wasn't here to hurt you, then what was he here for?

"What's beautiful?" you whisper in bewilderment, watching warily as the masked man's gaze falls on you in an obsessive haze.

"You are," he giggles, and your eyes widen at how forward he is, grasping your hands with his gloved ones and looming so close above you that you can feel his hot breath against your skin. "And you don't even know it. But that's okay. I'm here to change that."

"But... who are you?"

It takes The Riddler longer to answer that, though he does after a long moment. "I'm The Riddler. But without the Riddler, I'm no one. You know me. But not enough."

"You won't tell me who you are?" You ask, sitting up slowly and daring to steadily reach your hand out towards his masked face. He stops you gently as you get too close, opting to press a kiss on the back of it through the green material.

"Not yet, angel."

Not yet was another two weeks. Another two weeks of a strange, cloaked man sneaking into your apartment every couple of nights, whispering twisted words of adoration in your ear to coax you to sleep, hands groping every inch of skin he can find. The moves are shockingly bold, as if he's convinced you were together before any of this, but you can't find it in you to report it or discourage him. You like the attention; to you personally, it's harmless, and the way he stares at you and calls you those sweet pet names are like no one else ever has.

Until one night, after hearing the lock of the front door click, you smile slightly to yourself and creep over to the bedroom door, watching from the gap between it and the doorway as he checks in on you with a bright, fond stare.

"Hi, pretty purity," he coos, pressing a long kiss to the crown of your head, an arm leading you back to bed. "Having trouble sleeping?"

"I guess. I still don't know who you are under there, Riddler," you remind him as softly as you can, and he sighs, lowering you down on your bed and tracing his fingers down your cheek in an adoring manner.

"If I have it, I don't share it. If I share it, I don't have it. What is it?"

You shake your head blankly.

"A secret."

"From me? Don't you trust me?"

The Riddler looks stunned by the suggestion. "Of course I trust you! It's not about that, darling. It's... well, without the Riddler-"

"You've got to be someone under there," you say, as he crouches down opposite you, as you sit on the end of your bed. "You'll always be someone to me."

He reaches up and gradually, gradually takes it off, pulling his glasses off his face to replace the once the mask is off fully. He's never felt so terrified and exposed, already ashamed as he stares down at the floor, waiting for you to ridicule him or ruin his cover by telling the police.

But none of that happens. Maybe the taunting, dark riddle that is his life is getting better, and on the right track. Maybe this time, he can get what he's never had. Love.

You smile warmly at the nerdy, blushing round face, tilting his head up to look at you as he stares back in a lovestruck anxious daze.

"Hi, Edward."

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