#edward nashton x fem!reader

[the-odd-devil]

The Sky Is Dark, But I See You : Chapter 2

Edward Nashton x f!reader Dark Academia College AU

Summary : Edward Nashton is horny. Eddie POV from chapter 1.

It just takes for you to smile at Edward Nashton once to make him obsessed with you.

Word Count : 3 297

Warnings : Didn't think it would be like that, but chapter 2 and there's already a lot of smut oops. 🙈 

masturbation, semi public masturbation, obsessive behavior, kind of stalker-ish?, humilation, mention or oral (m! recieving), slight voyeurism.

Tell me if I forgot any! Thanks <3

Author's Note : Finally chapter 2! Woop woop! A lot more porn than I thought, but I wouldn't want it any other way.😌 I hope you'll like it! I had a lot of fun with it!

A big BIG thank you to @always-andromeda for proof reading, it's always an amazing experience and it helps me a lot with my english!

Chapter II : Who Is She

He’ll forever remember the first time he saw you. It was one of those moments that felt out of time and space where every detail is clear and stays in your retina, leaving an indelible print of the scene in your brain. Time slowed down. You were the only bright and colorful aura in the dark hallway that leads to his coding in Python class. He could pin every color that made you, a beautiful and saintly painting in his mind. He saw you because you saw him, eyes burning his; burning his whole being. He felt seen for the first time when you laid your eyes on him, a soft, caring look that had never been given to him before. 

He doesn’t know how he deserved that pure gaze from a beautiful creature, warming his heart underneath his clothes, cold and wet from the shitty Gotham weather. Soon, the light warming burned him, it was too much for poor Edward, not even used to the smallest attention directed towards him. He looked down. Oh, he regretted it immediately.   He wanted more. That feeling would not leave him. It consumed his thoughts; ate at his brain. He wanted more, more, more. 

Other students had already judged him on his looks and were avoiding him as much as they could. His reputation wouldn’t survive a stained crotch. In a clumsy and swift move, he finally let himself free and came in his hand after a few strokes, breathy moans that he tried to keep low as he was finally aware of the situation.

Head low, he accelerated his pace. So overwhelmed that tears started to form in his eyes and his breath quickened. The butterflies in his stomach began to make him nauseous. By the next turn of the hallway where he was sure you couldn’t see him, he ran to the closest bathroom. He felt  the other students watching him and knew how pathetic he looked: cheeks red, forehead sweaty, tears falling down his face while he tried to make his tall figure as petite as possible. The shame was growing as he could feel himself getting hard, the memory of your eyes on him, the warmth that this pretty girl he didn’t even know the name of gave him, mixed with the humiliation of the situation was too much for him.

He was painfully hard when he finally locked himself in the bathroom. He let his tears fall from his eyes and whiny moans fell from his lips as he threw his head back to the wall. He was a fucking mess, the shame being washed down by how horny he was. Slowly catching his breath, he was trying to calm down, each exhalation coming out as a whine or a moan. The only thought left in his head was the hope that no one else was in that bathroom or, at least, didn’t see him enter.

His attempts to calm down were in vain. His hand found its way to lightly stroking himself over his pants, removed from what his consciousness was screaming at him. He soon was rutting on his hand, hips losing their will too. He was starting to get close, too close. A moan, louder than the previous, woke him up as he was on the edge. His pants weren’t stained yet. Even if everyone must’ve been in class by now, he didn’t wanna risk walking to his dorm room with a stain on his pants.

Mind clearer after his release, he was finally able to calm down and catch his breath.  After putting his pants back on, he went to face the mirror, trying to fix his state. He looked like an even bigger mess, hair pointing every direction, oval glasses slightly crooked on his head, marks of his tears all over his cheeks, and a rest of drool at the corner of his lips. His clothes were no better, sweater, shirt and trousers wrinkled and out of position. He avoided his reflection, unable to stand how pathetic he looked.

He quickly made himself presentable, splashing his face with water to cool down and wipe off the mess before repositioning his clothes. He checked in the mirror that he looked ok. He hated his image – as always – but he didn’t look as though he’d just jerked off in a college bathroom after a girl looked at him with a little bit of sympathy. What time was it? Maybe he could still go to his Python class.

Were you doing it on purpose? He was really starting to consider this hypothesis. Because he was seeing you way too often. He felt like he was going crazy. And he was. Maybe he wanted you to be following him. Maybe he was starting to hallucinate visions of you in the hallways multiple times a day. You were becoming a difficulty, a problem. Graduating was his only way out from the misery he was predestined to. Widely opening its arms, the depths of hell waited for him. 

You were distracting him, but he’s addicted. His whole body heated up every time he felt your presence, he was feeling hot, too hot. He felt like his brain was overheating and that his dick was trying to take control while hardening in his pants.

He had some more active periods than others, skirts of girls flying through the wind, the first time he saw a girl in her underwear after entering a room without knocking, when he first discovered porn, when he hid to watch a boy of his dorm jerking off, when he observed a couple having sex in one of the orphanage's rooms. He knew deep down that he was a pervert. But at least he could function, preparing himself for greater causes. Somehow, you were different. You noticed him, and that changed everything. 

Most of the time he succeeded at controlling himself; not looking at you, praying that he wouldn’t smell your perfume today. He knew he looked like an idiot, face all red and looking at the ground; he could hear the other students laughing at him, he looked pathetic. Did you find him pathetic? Did you like it? On those days he was just a couple of minutes late, catching his breath at the next corner where you couldn’t see him anymore.

On other days – the unfortunate ones – days when he couldn’t control himself, days when his brain was boiled and only his erection was able to take commands, he missed a class. Too busy releasing himself in some toilet paper in a dim bathroom, hand on his mouth trying to muffle his moans.

Edward hadn’t been a compulsive masturbator before you. He did what he had to do in some unsanitary bathroom at the orphanage where he could be alone for a few minutes, hoping that nobody would notice he was gone. And of course nobody ever noticed.

He was scared to look up from his paper and meet your gaze. He was scared of what he’d see, unsure of your intentions, unsure of his body. His body that was already betraying him, cold sweats and unbearable heat, he knew his face was red. Oh, you must be delighted. He thought that if he succeeded in controlling his breath until you went away, everything would be fine. Just 3 hours maximum, the library would be closed by then, and he’d be able to go back to his dorm room. 

He certainly wished you hadn’t noticed him this day, sitting across from him at the library. You’re doing it on purpose, you're clearly doing it on purpose. There were dozens and dozens of unoccupied seats all over the library, and you’re sitting in front of him. His brain hurt. Why were you doing that? What did he do? Did you want to make fun of him? To ridicule him in front of everyone? He could feel tears forming in his eyes, too many thoughts and emotions going through his brain. 

But he should know that he wasn’t this lucky. Was it curiosity? Was it to know if you were looking? Was it a deep desire? Intrusive thoughts? He looked up and met your gaze. It instantly lit up, happy to have finally caught the attention that you were looking for. You gave him your prettiest smile. His eyes opening wide, he could feel his whole body going into shock. His blood ran cold but his skin felt like it was bubbling and boiling. He let out the most pathetic whine and it woke him up from his paralyzed state. He tried to hide by looking down at his paper.

His eyes were burning, unable to close as he stared blankly at his paper. His senses seemed to disappear to be contained in his body;  he couldn’t  hear, see, smell, feel or taste anything. But he felt like he was going to explode. An orgasm ready to be released at any instant. Pleasure, both contained and denied, burned through him.

Time passed and he didn’t even feel that. The next thing he remembered was the librarian waking him from his trance to tell him that they were about to close. She asked him, concern in her voice, if everything was ok. He blinked, feeling cold tears on his burned cheeks and his already wet underwear.

“Ye-yes…thank you…”

The walk to his dorm was painful to say the least. The friction of his pants on his hard cock made it difficult to walk without looking like a creep, even more so that, being as vocal as he is, he had to bite his lips and cheeks to not moan at each step. He was very glad that it was pitch dark outside and that the students he ran into were far enough away that they didn’t notice him.

She left with a confused expression.

Finally coming back into his own body, he looked down at his crotch in panic. Ok, no wet spot on his pants, but he was painfully hard. He was hoping that holding his coat in front of him in the dark would be enough. 

His roommate Ryan was studying at their dorm that night.  It was the reason why Eddie went to study in the library in the first place.

He wished he’d noticed when you went away so that he would have been able to “use” the library bathroom. Everything was closed this late. He had no choice but to go back to his dorm room.

And the most difficult part was still to come.

Ryan was a nice guy; smart, handsome, popular, and good at school. Eddie couldn’t bear being close to him, his presence only making him feel worthless. He had to adapt his schedule to his, minimizing the time they had to share the room. It was an inconvenience, but still better than having to talk to Ryan.

The walk to his room was better than expected. For once he was thankful for his ability to be forgotten. In front of his door, he prayed that Ryan was sleeping or went away for a snack or to meet one of his numerous friends. The light underneath the door was telling him otherwise.

He was nice to Eddie, which he initially thought would be a good thing. But every time he talked to him it just felt condescending, as if Eddie was lower than him. He knew Ryan saw him as a creep, just like everybody else, but he was too nice to treat him like one. And tonight would not help that reputation.

Hopeful, he put his ear on the wood. Shit, he’s there. Eddie took a deep breath and decided that the best option he had was to run to the bathroom, keeping his coat in front of him, hoping that no questions would be asked.

He opened and closed the door quickly and silently and started to head to the bathroom, his head low and face still red. Ryan caught him immediately and was his usual self, trying to engage in conversation with Eddie.

“Eddieboy! Hi!”

“Yeah… Yeah! I… um… I had a bit of a migraine at the library… I just need to take a shower…”

His upbeat tone made Eddie jump. He looked up at Ryan like a scared puppy who had just peed on the carpet. His forced smile began to be replaced by an interrogative expression seeing the nerd’s red face and eyes.

“Is everything ok?”

“Oh, ok! Have fun in the shower!” 

He was used to Ryan saying that every time he took a shower. But this time, it made Eddie jump again, feeling like Ryan somehow knew what he was about to do. It made Ryan embarrassed of the double meaning of his sentence. 

“Oh… um… thanks man…” 

“I mean! Um, yeah… you deserve a good shower…”

How Eddie was capable of turning a simple, single word conversation into a living hell was a curse that he had to live with. 

He ran into the bathroom and closed the door without looking at him.

Alone in the bathroom, he could finally breathe. His breath came out more as a low moan that immediately triggered his fight or flight response, scared that Ryan had heard him. He stopped for a few seconds, paralyzed. Then he heard Ryan turn on the radio. Good.

He finally calmed down, letting his coat fall on the floor and soon his other clothes followed. The hot water felt like a pause. A pause from Gotham’s cold rain, from the students cold gaze. But soon he felt too hot, seeing you again in his mind, beautiful you who smiled at him. His soft dick was hardening again at the thought of your smile. But this time he had no reservations about letting his imagination and his hands do what they wanted freely.

He needed it so bad. He needed to touch himself while thinking of your pretty lips so badly. In his wildest dreams, he wasn't shy and creepy Edweird. He was charming and dominant, capable of getting up from his chair and flirting with you. Smiling back, winking, sharing a look that said "you and me, in the bathroom, right now.” Your knees on the tiles of the library bathroom, you would suck him off, without even having to share a word. He would grab a handful of your hair and guide you, whispering soft praise of how good you were sucking his dick. Such a good girl, who knew just what she had to do. He came in breathy moans that he was succeeding to keep low enough so that the water and the radio were covering them.

He didn't know how long he stayed in the shower; he still hadn't cleaned himself and the water was starting to get cold. It was late and he had to wake up early tomorrow. He washed himself quickly, put on a towel, and got out his PJs. Good thing that Ryan was already sleeping, he didn't want to have to pretend to be happy that his roommate was kind enough to talk to him. PJs on, mind and dick empty, he drifted off to an unusually calm and relaxing sleep.

Eddie's heavenly hell had just begun. It seemed that you knew what you did to him and really liked it, continuing to flash him your prettiest smiles. It was becoming difficult to concentrate since he saw you at least once a day. When you didn't notice him, he couldn't help but hide and drink up your image. His brain didn’t even register that other students could see him spying on you. He couldn't care, too busy remembering every little detail of you. Every curve, every freckle, every wrinkle when you smiled, how your outfits always matched. He was addicted, you were consuming all of his brain.

You were making a mess out of him. He couldn't even count the number of times he made a fool out of himself after you flashed him a smile. Every time your smile hit him it was like an electric shock in his body made him lose control, his whole body so hot that his glasses started to fog, mind incapable of recording his surroundings. His brain was too absent to tell him he should be careful to not look creepy, his dick having taken full control. He was starting to struggle studying with you appearing in his mind every time he was trying to concentrate, his brain too dependent on you. 

He was using every break and every bathroom he could to jerk off. He thought that if he masturbated often enough, he'd get bored of it. That it wouldn’t be as exciting as before. He was very wrong. He had to bite his hand every time to silence the dirty moans that escaped his mouth and dry off his tears with toilet paper before going to the communal sinks to properly wash his face and hands. 

He couldn't escape you and, truly, he didn't want to. He drank a lot of coffee before, but now he was certainly developing a severe caffeine addiction, spending all of his time sitting at a table that got the best view of you while you were on your shift. During those afternoons, he could feel himself going insane watching you from afar. You, waving and smiling at him and the little hearts you drew on his tickets and cups. He kept every single one of them in a box under his bed.

All of that plus the clearly unhealthy amount of caffeine in his system and he was left rock hard and shaking when he had to go back to his dorm. He was thanking every God he could think of when Ryan was not here after that afternoon's numerous coffees. Finally he was able to jerk off somewhere else other than in a bathroom. On those evening he fucked his pillows like a mad man, covered in sweat and drooling. He had to buy himself more pillow cases. 

His grades were suffering from the torment you put him through. He really had to do something, anything. He would not let Gotham ruin him. You, on the other hand… 

He thought of a lot of solutions, some better than others, some more possible than others, some even sinister. His favorite scenario would be to do to you everything he dreamed of. But his brain, even if capable of resolving the most complicated puzzles, couldn't find a solution for him to make the first move. He just knew it would be a terrible idea, even if he succeeded in formulating some words, he was too scared of how his body would react.  

His train of thought stops when someone knocks at the door, interrupting his professor. The loud noise makes him jump, but seeing you at the door makes his heart stop. You are taking the same class??? Oh my god you are taking the same class… He starts to panic as an evil smile appears on your face when you notice him too. He plunges his head in his paper, trying to disappear. He knows he is already bright red, but he couldn't help but flash some looks at you while you go to your table. 

His mind is running a thousand miles per hour, somewhere between panic and screaming, "THIS IS YOUR CHANCE, DO SOMETHING!" He doesn't even notice the professor talking about a group project until the paper for duos comes to his table. He figures that he will, once again, have to do the work of two alone, He assumes that, too panicked to react, he lost the chance he could’ve had to be paired with you. Wait… 

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[sabinemorans]

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

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

Solve the Riddle, Win a Prize

Edward Nashton x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3k

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

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

You wanted to have his baby. 

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

“What’s up?” 

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

“Oh! U-uh nothing, just thinking.” 

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Try…?” 

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

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

“Go on! Go look!” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Did-did I do something wrong I-I-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The followers were going to freak out. 

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

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[thisismyyearhenderson]

YOU'RE DIVINE

smutty oneshot -- 1329 words

Edward Nashton x AFAB!Reader

summary- You come home from work, and Edward cant take his eyes off of you. So you decide to fix that.

warnings: submissive edward nashton, teensy bit of worship, oral (male receiving), p in v, alcohol use, VERY SUB EDWARD SHSYF

You turn the key and push the apartment door open. The typical cluttered scene meshes into your view, and you see Edward sitting at his office chair, scribbling something into one of his notebooks. “I'm home, babe.” you yell softly in his direction. Dropping your bags and slipping off your sneakers, you shuffle over to him. He turns his head towards you with a sweet smile, “Hi, love.” he mutters as his cheeks flush. You pull at his jaw, bend down slightly and give him a small peck on the apple of his cheek. Ed’s smile widens and becomes more chaste as he spins around in his office chair, back to his papers. “You working on something new?” you inquire, as you pull the book from his messy desk. “No, just records. Diary, kind of. Current events and stuff.” He says, spinning around towards you again and slipping his hands into yours and taking the book from you. “Hey!” You groan at him, reaching for the book. Edward places the journal onto one of the shelves that hang on the wall, slipping it into the empty spot between two other journals. “No. No more work. You’re home. I'm going to go heat up dinner.” He bubbles, standing up. He places his arms around your neck, and his forehead onto the top of your head, resting. “I love you. Now go, heat up dinner.” you say looking up at him, as he nods. 

You and Edward sit on your couch, digging into some pasta primavera that Ed made a few days back. “Jesus, this is good.” You managed to chortle with your mouth full. “Thanks, babe.” He smiles at you. 

Finishing up you take your plates to the kitchen and place them into the sink. You pull a bottle of cabernet from the fridge, pulling two wine glasses from the cupboard and filling them both halfway with the berry red liquid. You grab the two glasses and make your way over to the couch. Edward is sitting and flipping through tv channels. He clicks the TV off and looks at you, he doesn’t say anything, just looks at you. “What?” You chuckle, placing one of the glasses into his hand, and holding the other. “You’re so, beautiful.” He says, almost at a loss of words, breathlessly. “Am I?” You asked, your voice melodically ringing in Edwards ears. “Yeah... You’re, gorgeous.” He groaned, with a deadly serious look on his face. “Am I?” You asked, once again, but you’re tone now shiftily different. You looked him in the eye, as you pulled the glass close to your lips and took a small sip of the wine. The liquid coated your lips into a deep maroon. Edward slipped a small groan, as he placed his glass of wine on the table. “Is something bothering you?” You inquire, slipping your unbuttoned pajama top off your shoulders and frame. You’re only wearing a pair of white silk shorts and a bra now. 

Revealing a lacy, white and see through bra. It can barely support your chest, the way your chest heaves in it and moves, Edward just can't control himself. You look amazing. 

The man sitting across from you draws a breath and shifts his position on the sofa. “Clearly something is.” You say, firmer now. Ed pulls himself up and shakes his head reverently. “No, nothing. You’re, just... You’re...” He tries to mutter but fails. You move closer to him, crawling on the suede cushions, closer, and closer. “Say it.” You say, sitting right across from him. “You look divine.” He says, his hands traveling to his lap, trying to cover the very obvious erection that’s tenting his plaid pajama bottoms.  

You inch yourself closer to him until you're sitting a foot away from him, knees tucked under your ass and arms propped in front of you. Edward can't help but stare at your chest. The way you placed your arms your boobs end up pressing together, moving and swaying as you inhale and exhale. “Look at me.” You scoff. His eyes automatically dart to your face, his features molded into a pure expression of worship and need.  

“Now, sit still.” You say, climbing onto his lap. You cup your hand under his jaw, moving you thumb over his cheek. Lips touch, you slowly graze your lips against his, deepening the kiss. He feels the weight of you on his lap, which makes the experience much more unbearable for him. You feverishly kiss him, cupping his face, you move your tongue over his. He tastes the spiced cherry smell of the wine you sipped on. As you continue to deepen the kiss, he lets out a whimper. You notice and stop. You look him right in the eye, and say “Well, If I got you so hot and bothered with a kiss, just wait a minute.”  

You place your hand on his bulge, and he whimpers under you, his hips slightly bucking. You let go and pull your arms around his neck, and you start to grind. You move your hips forward and backward, and slightly up and down. You can feel his cock growing in his pants, tenting under your pussy. His whimpers become constant, and his hips buck into yours needily. “You’re such a mess under me.” You chuckle getting off his lap, he groans and bucks into the air. “Don't worry baby, you'll feel better in a second.” You whisper as you palm his bulge. “I need you.” He moans, hips still bucking. “You need me to what?” You ask innocently, looking at him. “Anything, do anything. Anything, please...” He breathes. You nod and pull his pajama bottoms off.  

He feverishly pulls his briefs off, and gazes at you with a pleading look in his eyes. “Ok.” you whisper. 

Edwards cock is at least 7 inches and is dripping with precum. You place your mouth on his tip, lapping up his precum as he throws his head back and his hands ball into fists at his side. You take him out of your mouth and lick up the sides of his dick, one of your hands cupping his balls. Mouth spitting onto his length and pumping him up and down, as you suck his tip. Your tongue going over his slit and in circles repeatedly, makes Ed go crazy. He’s moaning and whimpering under you, saying your name like a hymn or prayer. Your hand pumps his length, and you deepen your hold of him in your mouth. “Y/N!” He whimpers, bucking into your throat, threading his hands through your hair. You feel his dick throbbing, so you make the executive decision to let him cum inside of your pussy. You take him out of your mouth, and he yelps. “No!” he whines, before he notices you pulling your shorts off. Revealing you perfect, soft, plump stomach and hips. The way your skin folds between your legs.  

“I’ll let you cum inside. You just got to let me have my fun for a little, ok baby?” You say to him while holding his chin, he nods vigorously. Then you pump his dick another time, hold it upright and sink onto him. You moan in the most phallic, pained way as his cock stretches you out and hits your g-spot. Without riding him, you simply grind, rubbing your clit against his pubic bone, getting yourself wetter by second. Not to mention, how high Edwards whimpers sound, and how hard he is trying not to absolutely wreck your pussy with the way he wants to buck and thrust into you. You bounce up and down on his cock, moaning louder every second.  

You feel his cock throb and until he feels your pussy tighten, and his warm seed fills you up. You ride out your high, and then get off of his lap. “You’re divine.” He whispers as he turns towards you and nestles his head in the crook of your neck. 

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[peterparkersnose]

Corrupt pt. 2

word count: 3.9k

warnings: age gap, crying, comforting, angst, lying, manipulation, gaslighting, anxiety attack, swearing, mentions of alcoholism, sexual references, stalking, guilt, violence, attacking, mentions of grime, riddler shenanigans, exposure, nudity, general non logical thinking (riddler has to pin down y/n, can be offensive to some. just a warning i forgot).

a/n woah longest fic i’ve ever written. i hope you guys like it, it might have gotten a little choppy at the end but i love it so so much (i know the gif doesnt have anything to do with the story but my god he looks so fine there)

summary part 2 to corrupt. Y/N discovers that Edward is the Riddler and her father’s corruption. 

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read time: 14 mins 25 seconds

Part 1

Three days went by. No word from Y/N. Edward scoured your Instagram for anything. Story posts with you drunkenly singing along to music with your friends. Photos from the party, you and Hazel. You and other socialite friends. You and Bruce. 

He understood now why you had gotten Bruce Wayne out of his reclusive shell. Your personality was golden. You were so kind, so amazing. How could Bruce resist?

It still angered him. Even though he felt perverted when he admitted it, he wanted to be with you. The softness of your hand the other night drove him crazy. 

He kept his phone on a constant charge, with the ringer set up to the highest setting. 

It was a Tuesday afternoon when he heard his phone go off. Edward was busy making a plan for his next contraption. He leaped out of his chair, knocking his glasses off his nose. He quickly scrambled over to the phone, but was disappointed to find out it wasn’t you. 

He only had his phone set for two notifications though. You and…

Oh, sweet sweet revenge. The files have dropped.

He sprinted to his computer, struggling to put his password in. Once he entered for forum, he squealed in delight from all of the information. Senators, Representatives, and oh, the Mayor? He was in bliss. All the worst of the worst and their faults. 

He searched through them, searching for the last name L/N. And that is what he found. 

Kellan L/N’s Folder.

Pay offs, deals with mafia leaders, all the boring common things he didn’t find as interesting. Well, he did find them interesting. He just knew there was more. There had to be. 

He clicked on the file called ‘Kat Calls’. Ed laughed at the clever play of words. Recordings of phone calls with a mysterious women containing explicit material. Better, but Ed knew there had to be more. He scrolled more down in the file, finding the gold. 

The women going by ‘Kat’ released the affair documents. Car paperwork signed by L/N, given to Kat. Videos of them being intimate. Photos of them together at a club. Pregnancy photos- wait what. Pregnancy photos?

Edward’s eyes almost popped out of his head. From his Riddler standpoint, he would be overjoyed. But from his standpoint, he knew you would be devastated. 

Seeing your close relationship with your mother, he figured you would be broken finding out about this. 

Edward clicked more files, releasing the subpoena of the paternity test, the text messages between Kat and Kellan, and pregnancy month updates of her bump. Kellan L/N’s new child. 

He slammed his computer shut, yelling in frustration. He then opened it again, going on his livestream. He needed to get some of this off his chest in a safe way. 

It wasn’t until that night when you texted him. You seemed distressed.

Unknown Number: is this Edward?

He jumped up and grabbed his phone. 

Edward: Yes, who is this?

Playing dumb. Good call.

Y/N: Y/N, we met at the diner?

Edward: Oh, yes! How are you?

Y/N: Can I come over? To talk. I need some realness in my life right now

Edward was shocked at your boldness. He figured some things about her father were leaked to the news. He had ignored the news stations all day, he had been scrolling through the other politician’s faults and didn’t want to hear the sugarcoated bullshit that was leaked to the press just yet. 

Edward: That would be okay. Do you need an address?

This was the night it would all go down. 

When you arrived, you were in emotional distress. You tried to hide it, but he could notice it. 

Edward had made sure to close off his Riddler room and lock it. He also hid away any other evidence he had laying around. It was his routine if the cops ever came looking for him. Easy practice. 

You were a bit disgusted by his apartment building. It wasn’t a great one. The foundation was cracking. His neighbors were, questionable. Mostly dropheads and drop dealers. Only few such as Edward were just genuinely poor and couldn’t afford (or be bothered) to move anywhere else

The apartment building didn’t have an elevator. Ed lived on the fifth floor. A rat ran across your shoes on the way up. You wanted more than anything to get this man out of this building. But that would be overstepping, right?

“Are you alright?” Edward asked, taking your coat. You sighed, trying to keep your tears in. You gave a slight ‘mhm’ and sat on his couch. 

“Would you like something to drink?” he offered. You knew he was trying to be comforting and you felt bad refusing his kindness. 

You stared at your knees, trying to keep the tears in. You felt like you could burst at any sudden time. 

Edward crouched down in front of you. He placed a hand on yours, attempting to make some eye contact. He saw the tears forming in your eyes. 

“Hey hey hey,” he said, reaching into your falling embrace as you began to cry. He held you tight, cradling a hand behind your head. His thumb rubbed the side of your head, comfortably stroking your hair. Ed was trying. “I-I-I can’t b-believe him!” you sobbed, shaking back and forth. 

Edward moved back. He moved your fallen hair behind your ears, and wiped a bit of mascara off your cheek. “What happened?” he asked, pushing up his glasses on his nose. 

Play dumb. 

“M-my father. He did some bad things.” 

“We don’t have to talk about it-” “Didn’t you see it on the news?” 

Play dumb.

Edward gave you a confused look and slowly shook his head. “I don’t know what your talking about,” he whispered. 

“My father is Kellan L/N,” you spat out. “Oh,” he responded, trying to make his reaction genuine. 

“I-I was told by Br-, a friend, that he has done some bad things.” you sobbed. His heart sank when he knew Bruce told you. Of course he knew. He was the Prince of the city. 

“I’m sorry,” he sighed, placing both hands on your knees. “Is there anything I can do?” Edward asked, looking up with kind eyes. You managed a small smile. “Your perfect,” you managed to say, not crying. Edward smiled back a slight smile.

He found blankets in his storage chest and placed them around you. Your anxiety had made you start to shake. He noticed the signs after living through them and witnessing them at the orphanage so many years ago. He sat there quietly, holding you at your request on his couch. Your breathe had just stopped shuttering when your phone rang. 

“Shit,” you muttered, staring at the screen. A picture of your oldest brother lit up on the phone. Edward sat silent as you picked up. 

“Yeah I fucking heard!” you screamed. Edward was taken aback at the sudden anger. “Bruce! Yeah, Bruce told me! John, just- no! You shut up! Are you with mom? Why does it matter where I am? I’m safe, I’m with a friend. What about mom? Y-your kidding me she’s on a fucking bender? Again?”

The tears began flowing once again. Your hand began to shake, and you dropped your phone on the couch. You bent over again onto Edward’s lap, sobbing. Edward could hear your brother yelling from the small speaker. He reached over and hung up your phone. He shushed you, not really sure of what to do. A beautiful woman was crying a little too close to his crotch. 

He tried to distract you. Telling you stories of his past life, some more of the positive ones. The time when a dog wandered into the orphanage and everyone collectively kept it as a pet. He left out the part where it was eventually taken by animal control, killing the rest of the children’s spirit that wasn’t already gone. When he tried ice cream for the first time at eleven. Christmastime and the small gifts he used to get. His college scholarship, his way out of his old life. You listened, trying to imagine anything but the horrors of your current life. Once you were asleep, he left you. 

You were so peaceful when you slept. Your eyes would so often flutter, he figured you were dreaming. Watching your breathe slowly move up and down. Your hand hanging off his couch with your perfect manicure. The tiny snores every once and a while. 

Eventually he found himself asleep on his chair, curled up. Six am, his alarm went off.

Unfazed by the exasperating noise screeching from his bedroom, you still slept. It was a Wednesday morning. Edward had to go to work. He got up and actually showered. He never showered in the morning, but he didn’t get the chance too last night. He hoped the noise of the creaky shower would wake you up. Not a chance. He observed you were a heavy sleeper. Something he could never have mastered himself, growing up in a constant state of fear. 

Work clothes. Button down shirt, khaki pants, dress shoes. Edward combed his hair flat like usual. Cleaned off his glasses, grabbed his work case and his wallet. Still, you slept. He sighed, hating to be the one who had to do this. He walked over to you and slightly tapped you on your shoulder. Nothing. 

“Hellooo?” he whispered. You snorted a tiny bit, moving over on the couch. “Y/N?” he asked, shaking your shoulder. You shot up on the couch, nearly missing his head. “Scared the shit out of me Ed!” you scolded him. Taken back by your tone, he apologized profusely. “I-I didn’t mean to I just had to go to work and-” 

“Shit,” you muttered, grabbing his flailing hands. “I’m really sorry sometimes I can be a lot in the morning,” you said sweetly, calming his hands into a stop in yours. “It’s okay,” you said. Edward swallowed hard. “I-I have to go to work.” he whimpered, checking his watch. His big doe eyes looked regretful. “Your welcome to stay- if you would like. Just please lock the door behind you if you leave. I can’t stress that enough, so many people here are just-” “I really should be going,” you cut off his rambling. “Are you sure? Do you have anywhere safe to go?” he asked, grabbing his keys off a hook by his door. “No,” you half laughed, staring up at him with your hand on your head. “Do you have any ibuprofen? My head is killing me,” you yawned. “Y-yeah, let me just-”

He opened his kitchen cabinet, swiping the rat poison to the back as he grabbed the container of relief pills from the back. Handing you a water bottle and the pills, he was itching to leave. He wanted to stay but he was already late. So late that when he left, he forgot to mention the most important thing. 

Don’t go in the back room. 

***

When you were fully awake, you noticed how dirty his apartment was. Dishes undone, dusty window ledges, dirt spots on the floor. You searched his kitchen for some type of cleaning supplies and was surprised to find some. They looked dated and like they could have been from ten years ago, but it worked. You cleaned and cleaned the whole day, trying to make the place the cleanest its been in years. Once you were finished with the kitchen and living room you were filthy. 

Your shirt was covered in cleaning supplies and grime. You contemplated going home and changing, but you knew one of your brothers or a representative for the family or even worse, reporters would be waiting for you. 

Ed had to have a shirt you could borrow, right? He is such a kind man, he wouldn’t be angry if you borrowed one for the time being while yours was washing, right?

The door handle to Edward’s bedroom was stiff, but the second you put force on the old door it creaked open. His bedroom was normal. The sheets were a bit disheveled and there was a pile of dirty clothes in the corner, but that was normal. The floor creaked as you walked over to his closet. With a little push, the old panels creaked open similar to his door.

And that was when you found it. 

The seemingly secret room crammed into his closet. The wall was backed out into another space, maybe an empty apartment next door. It stopped at a certain length, but the room was spacious. 

You first noticed the wall. Newspaper clippings, tabloid pictures of Batman, old election propaganda, pictures of politicians with their eyes crossed and cut out. Associates of your father’s, wait- your father?

You ran your hand over the newspaper clipping about his re-election three years ago. You could see yourself in the background of the picture. 

He knew.

You felt the adrenaline course through your body. You had to get the fuck out of there. You ran out of his closet, and attempted to get back to the kitchen when you tripped on his lamp cord. 

Thud, bump. Broken lightbulb on the floor. And to your luck, Edward was already home. 

“Y/N?” you heard him yell, rushing into his bedroom. Edward was panicking. You were in his bedroom. Didn’t he tell you- oh. 

How could I be so stupid? He cursed himself.

His bedroom door busted open, finding you on the floor next to a broken lamp. He looked up to see his closet door open. 

“Fuck,”

You jumped up from the floor and grabbed him, throwing him on the bed. For your size, he was surprised you were that strong. But you weren't as smart. 

His small figure made him able to slither out from below you and grab your waist, pinning you to the bed. You yelled for help. Edward could almost hear his heart breaking. He got on top of your writhing body, pinning your flailing hands above your head. 

“Stop. Stop fucking yelling!” he hissed at you, making you want to fight more. “Don’t make me do this, please Y/N. I don’t want to hurt you,”

He had no choice. You were almost out of his grips. If you were to escape, his scheme would be up. He grabbed his paperweight off of his nearby desk and decked you in the head with it. 

***

“Fuck! Please, please wake up!” Edward yelled, shaking your shoulders. He came into your view blurry, multiple visions of him swirling around the room. “Hey, hey!” he yelled, picking your slumped head up. 

“Wh-what did you do?” you slurred, trying to move your limbs. That is when you noticed you were tied to a chair. “Please don’t be mad,” he begged, sitting on his knees in front of you. You recognized the room you were in.

His Riddler lair. 

“Your him?” you asked, referring to the mask sitting on a nearby desk. He let out a sigh. “Your the one who has been killing all these people?” you yelled, regaining most of your consciousness now. 

“No, no Y/N. These are not people.” he laughed. “Corrupt, evil, malicious politicians. Poising Gotham with their greed.” 

You scoffed, turning your head away. That is when you noticed the dry blood on the side of your cheek. “You hit me?” you asked, looking up at him in disbelief. “I had to. I feel horrible. God, I could have killed myself over the sight,” he said manically, placing a hand on your shoulder. 

“Look at the wall,” he said. You closed your eyes shut. “Look! Now!” 

He grabbed your throbbing head and forced it forward.

The wall was covered with the propaganda like you saw before. You noticed a section with pictures of Bruce. You recognized some pictures that were stolen off your instagram. Your father had a small section, along with pictures of your brothers.

“You knew who I was,” you said, choking up. “I did. But I didn’t seek you out. Fate brought us together Y/N.” Edward said.

“Fate isn’t real,” you yelled, sobbing. “Then why are you sitting here?” Edward yelled back. 

Your sobs made him upset. This was not how this was supposed to go. 

Edward brought you water. “Please, drink.” he begged, bringing the bottle up to your lip. You took it cautiously, being prepared to black out again. But that wasn’t the case. “I really don’t want to hurt you. Just- listen.” he said, flinching at the sight of your wound. 

He brought his desk chair in front of you along with a file. 

“What do you know of a woman named Kat?” 

You shook your head. “I don’t know anyone named Kat.” you sighed. You writhed in your restraints. “Can you make these looser?” you begged, tears mixing with the blood and sweat on your cheeks. Edward nodded, loosening the handcuffs just enough. 

“Why do you ask?” you asked suspiciously. He opened the file and waved a picture of a pregnant woman in front of your face. “Never seen her in my life,” 

He knew you weren’t lying. No, you were too perfect. You could never lie like your dirty father. 

“What do you know about your father?” he asked calmly. “He’s dirty. A bad politician. Taking business deals from the mafia, dealing with some dirty people. He’s a problem in this city. I always thought he was good. He always seemed good. He always was…” you trailed off. “It’s why I came here,” you sighed. Edward wiped a fallen tear off your face. “Your not bad, your not evil.” he assured you. “I hate seeing you cuffed.” he sighed, his eyes looking tired. 

He re-focused on the document.

“Your gonna be a big sister,” he chuckled, showing you pictures of your father with this woman. Kissing at a party, walking together holding hands. 

This is the big thing your brother wouldn’t tell you. 

You completely broke down crying, yelling. Edward hugged you as you cried into his shirt. 

“Please Ed, let me go. I won’t run, I promise.” you begged. His heart sank. “I have no where else to go. Everything- everything is gone.” you begged. He had to trust you. The key made a sharp noise unlocking the handcuffs. He cut the rope tying you to the chair. You fell forward into his arms. 

“I didn’t want you getting hurt even more. By the media. By your family. By Bruce Wayne.”

“What about Bruce?” you asked, sitting down on his bed. He sat next to you, tending to your wound. “You don’t think he knew all of this? About the woman? The affair? The baby?” 

Your heart sank. “He told me about the corruption there’s no way he could have-” “No, no my sweet Y/N. He knew before the media did. Every single person on the forum got this before the media did. He knew,”

Edward stroked your hair, trying to get the blood out of it. “You’ll need a shower,” he sighed, placing the paper towels next to him. He gave you a few towels and lead you to the bathroom. You were still a bit wobbly. He sat outside his bathroom, listening to make sure you didn’t fall. 

Good thing he was listening, because you did fall.

The shower seemed to temporarily wash away the problems that have occurred in the last few hours. How could Bruce not tell you? How could your father do this? Did your brother’s know? Your no longer the baby of the family. You were showering in the Riddler’s shower?

Your vision began to blur in this cycle of anxiety, and the blood loss didn’t help.

Edward cautiously opened the door, his glasses fogging up. “A-are you okay?” he asked, looking at the floor. “Fuck- uh,” you said, trying to get up. You kept slipping in the oddly shaped tub. It had to be over thirty years old. “Help,” you asked. “Are you sure?” he asked, cautiously moving closer to the curtain. He heard you scramble around, your limbs scraping against the wet tub. “It’s okay,” you assured him. He wiped his glasses and opened the shower, gluing his eyes shut. He outstretched his arms, feeling the warm shower water hit them. “Hold on,” he said, grabbing the side of your naked body and pulling you up into a more comfortable position. He shut off the water with one hand, and guided you out with the other. He caught a glimpse of you, his vision heading straight to his dick. 

He handed you the towel from the rack and started to leave. You grabbed his arm, looking him in the eyes. “Thank you,” you smiled, tying the towel around yourself. 

He was shocked you didn’t hate him. 

He gave you a small smile back, and tried to leave again. This time you pulled his arm in, moving him close to you. The two of you stared at each other for a moment, feeling the gap naturally close. 

You kissed him. For what? He saved you. You didn’t understand the logic. You should have been fighting to leave. He didn’t hurt you. He saved you from lots of hurting. He showed you the real lie that you had been living your whole life. He was your savior. And that is why you kissed the Riddler.

Silence sat between you two. You hated the tension. After you had kissed him, he couldn’t make eye contact with you. Did you read this all wrong? How could he be interested in you. He was older than you. Almost ten years, in fact. He was poorer than you. He hated the rich. He had every reason to kill you and hide you where nobody could find you. But he didn’t. 

You sat on his bed wearing one of his shirts and a pair of his sweatpants. He sat behind you, combing your hair for you as you stared at a crack on his wall.

“The kiss was nice,” he managed to squeak out. You smiled. “I was worried you didn’t like it,” “Would I be sitting here, braiding your hair and being with you if I didn’t?” he asked. “No, I guess not.” 

Silence again. 

“What are you going to do? With the information.” you asked him. “Whatever you want me to do.” he said, finishing the braid. He moved up and laid beside you. You sat and thought for a moment.

“Release it.” you sighed. 

Edward furrowed his eyebrows. “I thought you would want me to burn it,” he asked. “No. Fuck him. Fuck that whole family of mine.” you sighed, laying down now and facing him. He loved when you said that. He could feel the same rage in you as he felt in himself. Your wet hair dripped on his pillow. “We can leave, get out of the city. We have a nice place upstate it can be…”

But you forgot.

He’s the Riddler. The Riddler who has been killing. Number one enemy of the Gotham police at the moment. 

“I’m satisfied,” Edward said. “With what?” you asked. “I’ll leak it. All. Then I’m done. My work here is done.” he smiled. “You’ll give it up?” you asked him, meeting his doe eyes once again. He nodded his head and placed his lips to your forehead. “I’m done. Anything for you.”

“You are the only real person I’ve ever known, Edward Nashton.” you smiled, moving into his warm embrace. “You're perfect.” you whispered into his chest. 

He had already the grand finale planned. Instead of enjoying it in Arkham, he could enjoy it from the news in a comfy upstate home. Away from consequence, really happy for the first time ever in his life. 

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[rat-cigars]

Damn Bitch You live like this?

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(a/n: hey y’all. I hope you’re enjoying it now that we’re picking up speed. Please be mindful of trigger warnings and always take care. 18+ smut)

**Edward POV)

*Reader POV)

(TW:voyerism, incel shit, kidnapping, blood, violence, ughh knife )

Wc: 1236

Possible Spoilers in this chapter

Afab!Reader (she/her) pronouns

Chapter 20: Panels

**Edward was absolutely giddy once again, dressed in his costume he had led you to the tapestry and the chairs he had set up earlier. The chain was attached to his chair and he sat beside you. “What the hell is this?” You had snapped at him, but he paid no mind to the question, moving some hair from your face. Then he rose from the chair, hitting the button on his camera, beginning one of his infamous livestreams.

You shot Edward nothing but cold scowls as he moved around the room, but he ignored this and opened his mouth, using a voice filter. “Hey guys, I have a bit of a surprise today.” He laughed and motioned to you. “I have a guest, you all know her, and love her.” Ed continued, “y/n!” He squealed and looked to reach the reactions from his 300 viewers.

Hearts and positive comments poured from the screen and he was joyous at the responses. You had looked down, doing your best to hide your teary eyes from him and the camera. “Yes, we met not too long ago! She practically begged me to stay with her.” Edward laughed at the words spewing from his mouth. You had no reaction to his words but the disgust you’d felt.

Edward took notice of your expression twitching and turned from the camera, lifting your chin with his leather hand. “Honey? Are you feeling alright?” He cooed quietly, his focus completely on you. You nodded, scared to speak my negativity to him. “I-I’m fine..” you choked out and he released your chin returning back to the camera.

*For what seemed like 3 hours he ranted over something about corruption, but you didn’t really pay attention. Your mind was elsewhere as you looked around the room, trying to locate possible exits or weak points in the apartments set up. But unfortunately he had taken the extra care to partially block out some of the windows with wood panels.

You only turned your attention to him when you felt his green eyes watching you. “Darling.. why don’t we..” he leaned closer, “consummate our relationship.” He smirked at you, feeling your sickness building again. Panic started to fill you as he stood, gently rubbing your shoulders. You had turned away from him and the audience behind the camera's lens, not wanting to show how truly scared you felt.

He was quick to correct this choice and jerked your head to face the camera, cooing over how beautiful you looked in this dress. How he had been waiting for weeks to do this. It infuriated you how helpless you felt, but maybe you could get through this.

Edward moved his hands from your face back down to the dress, playing with the skirt's hem and looking at you. “I do wish you were more willing..” he sighed. You silently looked into his eyes, trying to see past his mask. “You don’t have to do this..” you whispered and slowly lifted your hand to cup his face.

But he grabbed your wrist, painfully gripping as you had raised it. “Don’t talk down to me.” He hissed and shoved your hand away, finally digging his hand under your skirt. You winced as his covered hands started to trace little circles on your thighs, giggling to himself about how soft they were.

“Look!” He laughed and forced your legs open, showing the shorts you were wearing underneath, and thank god for them. He poured a little and with a huff stood, looking at your figure in the chair.

“She came a little too prepared.” He teased the audience, pulling a knife out of his back pocket, showing it off to the camera and you. “Ed-“ you began, but you were quickly shut down as he had grabbed tape without you noticing, shoving it crudely over your mouth he smiled kissing your forehead as you began to struggle more. “No No This won’t work..” he sighed as he pulled back from you.

Edward set down the knife he had in his hands and began to tape your legs open, binding them to the chairs legs. As for your arms he just simply tied them behind your back, rendering you immobile and unable to fight his advances. As well as giving his audience the show he had been waiting so patiently to give them. “That’s better.” Edward grinned, pleased with his work.

He began teasing you with the knife, tracing the outside of your face with the full side of the blade. You couldn’t help but sob and wince, doing your best to move away from him. After a bit of crying from you he decided to move down to his real prize.

With a quick cut he ripped the dress's skirt, ripping it open to expose your shorts and tank top. Cutting off the rest of the fabric was quick work for him and he had planned this a while ago, giving him time to place the cuts exactly. He salivated as he moved to finally cut down your final layers, your top was first to go with him turning pink upon seeing your exposed chest.

Luckily he covered you instantly seemingly flustered, shutting off his camera he rushed to cover you with the tapestry he had hanging. “Fuck!” He groaned and roughly picked you up, throwing you back into the small closet area.

This outburst had been more than enough to make you curl up into a ball and sob. But you were grateful he had chosen to stop there, he didn’t seem like he had prepared himself for what he was doing.

The few days after were mostly a blur due to him drugging the water he had originally left for you, and it had been sure to keep you out over the long days and nights. You would dream of being home, going to see Ron at work, really everything. Hell you even missed Bruce and his room for you right now. You thought of the large bed he made for you, the way he had waited for you to wake after getting attacked. It was enough to intensify your sobs and screams of anguish. You missed just everything normal.

This nightmare had somehow gotten worse and you figured you were going to rot here, alone in this apartment closet. You had given up most of your hope throughout the days you’d managed to be awake, never responding to Edward even when he would come to see you. Lucky for you, Batman had taken notice of your disappearance, and he had been searching throughout the long nights, listening and watching for any signs of you.

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| Selina Kyle x Bruce Wayne x fem!reader | - Lies -

warnings: 18+!!, angst, violence, blood, the riddler getting involved, mentions of sex, slight nsfw, reader being a wuss, Bruce being nasty with the reader throughout the story, slight yelling, and threesome sex but only about readers pleasure (sorry Selina and Bruce lol) with fluffy ending.

You were sitting alone, in your apartment til you heard a loud banging on your door.

That made your heart beat very fast, and made you feel anxious, so you went to go check the door to see who it was and you were terrified of the sight.

It was the riddler, it was him! Standing right in front of you, seeing him made you speechless.

"A-Aren't you The R-Riddler?.." you stuttered out, he didn't respond and just grabbed your arm tightly, then he was trying to choke you with his own arm.

You couldn't breathe at all, you tried to push him off but he wouldn't let go. You thought you would be dead at this point, he stopped choking you and picked you up by your waist.

"Stop!!" You cried out, he didn't listen to you though.

You were being kidnapped by a fucking murderer, and he's probably gonna kill you next.

Riddler pushed you down on a street corner, but you were distracted from the person or thing that was watching you.

Was that Bruce, or are you crazy? You swore you knew it was him. You were staring at him for so long that he was coming towards you and The Riddler who was talking to you but you ignored him.

He noticed you weren't paying attention to him and you were just so focused on who was in the distance.

You then snapped out of staring at Bruce or whoever it was, then you looked back at The Riddler with fear in your eyes.

"Don't hurt her, you piece of shit." A deep voice said behind the riddler.

He turned around and threatened him, "Or what?". Bruce got angry and knocked him out hard.

You stood up, your legs were very shaky but you ignored it. "Th-Thank you.." you stuttered out. Selina Kyle aka Catwoman appears out of the shadows, walking towards the two of you.

Selina stood in front of you, holding your hands. "What happened?" She asked, looking at Bruce. He walked behind you and slightly groped your ass, you blushed red.

"Who are y-y'all by the way?" You questioned, as Bruce kept groping your ass hard.. making you whimper. "Well, im Selina Kyle but you can just call me Selina.. and this is Bruce Wayne, he prefers for you to call him Bruce." Selina explained.

"O-Oh, a-alright." You stuttered, Bruce then stopped groping your ass. "Well, Selina.. what happened was the riddler banged on my door at home and tried to kidnap me." You explained, with fear in your voice.

"That's terrible, that freak needs to be put the fuck down." She slightly yelled,“Yeah, it is.. like he could’ve murdered me..” you said, as tears formed in your eyes. Selina let go of your hands and stepped away from you so Bruce could talk to you, as Bruce was in front of you he said, “We can catch him, he’s literally terrorizing Gotham.”. You looked up at him in fear, because you were afraid that Riddler would try to kidnap you again, possibly kill you too.

He then grabbed your ass one more time before y’all were gonna find the riddler, you yelped. Bruce chuckled and let go of your ass, “Let’s go find that psycho.” He said in a deep voice.

You were blushing because Bruce was literally groping, and touching your ass.. like what was that all about? “Hey, Selina.. I’m scared.. i feel like he wants to kidnap me for a reason..” you said, with fear in your voice. “I’m not sure there would be a reason for him kidnapping you but.. he’s not going to anyways so don’t worry about it, love.” She explained, as y’all were getting into Bruce’s BatMobile, you saw something in the distance.

“Guys..is that him?” You said, pointing to the direction of the unknown person.

"It is." Selina said, squinting her eyes.

You froze in fear, and started crying from how scared you were. "Hey, y/n.. it's alright.. he won't get you, I promise." She said with worried eyes.

The unknown person who you thought was 'The Riddler' and it was. He was headed y'all's way with a angry look on his face behind his mask, “He’s probably headed towards me..” You cried out. “No, he’s after me..” Bruce said in a deep voice.

You were so scared that you started to feel sick, but you tried to hide the feeling of you being sick away. Bruce stepped out of the mobile and walked up to the riddler, he started to punch him and kick him.. which made riddler bleed out. “That’s all you go-“ he got cut off by another hard punch by Bruce, Riddler fell to the ground.. but not for long.. he was just whimpering loudly.

He tried to stand up but kept falling down with more blood spewing out of him, he was gonna die..

Bruce headed back to the batmobile and got in and looked at you with a slightly lustful look, which made your face turn red.

“Can we go back to my apartment?, I’m getting very sick..” you said, trying not to throw up. “Yes, y/n.” Selina replied, as you all arrived at your apartment, you all got out and went inside.

“We can go to my bedroom.” You suggested, and they said ‘sure’, you leaded them to the bedroom because they don’t know around your place.. and once y’all were inside, you closed and locked the door.

“I wanted to ask if we could have threesome sex..” you said embarrassedly, as your face turned red. “I’d love to, y/n..” Bruce said as he walked up to you, kissing you roughly.

You moaned into the kiss and kept kissing him, Bruce then pinned you to the wall and you two started to make out for like 2 hours or so before you, Bruce, and Selina could have sex together.

This was your first time having a threesome, so you hope it’ll go well. “You two strip, and I’ll do so myself..” you demanded, they sighed but undressed anyways.

When you three were undressed, you all got on the bed figuring out a position to fit you all, Selina started licking your clit while Bruce is kissing you roughly and massaging your breast.

She licked your clit faster which made you feel your orgasm taking over, “im gonna cum!” You moaned out and then your orgasm took over which made you scream..

You then fell fast asleep with them still naked on top of you, y’all whispered to each other ‘I love you’ and ‘I love you too’.

a/n: I love this one so I hope y’all will love it too <3<3

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The Ridder x f/Reader

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Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings: Some swearing. Riddler stalking the F/Reader. Obsessive behaviour.

Gifs & photos do not belong to me.

Also have no idea if anyone would read this. Just wanted to write for The Riddler.

Summary: f/Reader volunteers in her spare time at Arkham Asylum. The Riddler takes a liking to her.

YN's POV:

Even though this isn't my first time walking through these doors, I still always get an uneasy feeling.

I mean, how could I not? Arkham Asylum is home to the most dangerous criminals in Gotham history and yet, I am the stupid person that volunteers in their spare time here.

It wasn't by choice at first. Just after I turned 18 years old, I got into some trouble with the law and because it was my first offence and it wasn't serious, I was forced to do 700 hours of community service at Arkham.

Now that seems like a lot and trust me, it was but it was better than the alternative. Working in Mayor Mitchell's office.

At first I was going to take that option but then I remembered one of my friends saying in passing that our old Mayor made a pass at her when she volunteered there one summer.

And when she turned him down, he threatened her. I don't know with what exactly, but not long after that, she left for college and refused to step foot back in Gotham.

"Look who it is. Long time no see YN." Steve, the guard at the front desk said to me, pulling me back to reality.

"How you doing Steve? Hope Crystal and the boys are doing good?" I said to him.

It has been almost a year and half since I came here. After the flood, my home was destroyed and I had to work my ass off to be able to get to where I am now.

"Good thing you were here that night huh YN?" I tried not to think about that night. The night when The Riddler set off bombs along the edge of our city and flooded it.

Hundreds died. Many people are still with out a home and for what reason? Because some crazy man decided that he wanted to get revenge against the elite of Gotham.

Instead, he just took everyone else down. The ones who work their asses off, day in and day out just trying to survive this city.

"Yes, it was good thing because I probably would of been at home and well, that place is gone." Steve gave me a look of pity, so I decided to change the subject quickly.

"Where am I needed today?"

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I was placed in the library, helping to set up for the movie night that they did for the less violent prisoners.

I ignored the looks and the whispers from the people that were in there. I was used to it anyways.

The guards are not that far away and are keeping a close eye on them. It wouldn't be the first time I would be attacked in here, and it probably wouldn't be the last.

But then I heard a different name being muttered. "The Riddler."

Or as I have learned, Edward Nashton. I looked up when the room went silent. I couldn't help but stare at the man who Gotham still fears.

The same man who rallied a whole bunch of outcasts behind him and who they were willing to kill for.

He himself was staring back at me. Confused by my mere presence and then he did something that completely and utterly shocked me.

He gave me a small smile and raised his handcuffed hands up and waved at me.

I couldn't move. I could hardly breath as I watched the guard behind him, push him to get moving.

~

The moment I was done, I was gone. I practically ran from the building. I didn't bother to say goodbye to anyone.

I had to get out of there.

Even as I sat in cab on the ride home, I still had the same feeling I had when I laid eyes on him.

I have a feeling I shouldn't be going back to Arkham. Not when he is there.

The Riddler's POV:

I was stunned to see that woman standing in the middle of the library. Not because she was a woman, as Arkham has many of them, but for the fact that I have never seen someone as beautiful as her.

When she looked me, it felt like she was really looking into my soul. Her beautiful eyes got real wide when I waved at her but she did not move to look away.

No no, she continued to look at me. The moment was broken when my guard pushed me to get me moving again.

I had to find out who she is and I will not rest until I do.

~

After waiting weeks for the mysterious women to come back, I had to ask two of the guards for help.

They were up in the rafters during the flood and have never stopped believing in me and how I was and still right for what I did.

"This is all we can find on her. Her name is YN LN."

The last name sounds familiar. "LN?"

"Her family used to own the Gotham bank. That was until her father was murdered during his morning jog about fifteen years ago." Vince told me.

"From word of mouth, he learned about what they were doing with the Renewal Fund and was going to expose them."

I looked through the file that they gave me as they told me more about her.

Father murdered.

Mother drank herself to death and spent the family fortune on bad investments, leaving her only child with nothing to her name.

YN put herself through Gotham University by working at the same Diner I was arrested at, as well as working at a few high-end shops that the rich shop at.

"What does she do now?" I asked Carl after I was done looking through the first one. He handed me another file.

"She is a Realtor." I turned to see one of her ads. Her smiling face looking up at me.

"You have her address?" I don't see it in the file.

"2468 Fanshaw Road Sir."

I dismissed the two of them as they have been in here longer than what they should of been.

I put the files away, but kept her photo out. Trying to memorize her face into my brain.

"YN LN. You will be mine." I whispered to her photo.

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Looks like it is time to move my escape plan up by a few months.

Part 2

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hide and seek || edward nashton / the riddler x fem reader (nsfw !) ⋆｡𖦹°‧★

summary || your sex life recently with edward has been non existent. with him being so focused on his plans for gotham, you have found your needs being neglected. you decide to take initiative and plan a fun game for edward while he's at work.

warnings || SMUT!! there is plot but this is pretty much straight up porn lol. reader and edward role-play a kidnapping scenario but everything is consensual!! slapping, restraints, degradation, light knife play, overstimulation, p in v, pussy eating, choking, hunting(?kind of?), (fake) threats of violence, mentions of stalking, the suit stays ON during sex, some weird purity/ corruption stuff in this idk i think a demon possessed me halfway through writing this. minors please do not interact!!

word count || 4k i did not mean for it to be this long oopsie!!

notes || i haven't written smut in a LONG time so i am so sorry if this is straight up garbage pls go easy on me. recently reread year one and im seriously going insane the hyperfixation is so back guys. i love writing edward so much especially when it comes to writing some nasty porn about him LOL. i srsly had no idea how to end this so its kinda bad sorry D:

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In recent months, you have found yourself growing increasingly frustrated. For the longest time, you haven’t had the faintest idea of what has been causing this, and that has caused it to manifest itself in various ways throughout your everyday life. You have found yourself much more easily annoyed by the most minor inconveniences, and have had repeated warnings at work to stop arguing with customers over the pettiest of matters. 

One afternoon in late November, whilst attempting to share in your boyfriend’s body heat on the sofa of your freezing living room, watching the news and listening to him ramble about finally ‘revealing the truth,’ it hits you. 

Edward hasn’t fucked you in months. 

Even before this change, you didn’t have the most active sex life- you were both too busy holding down your day jobs whilst simultaneously investigating the corruption poorly concealed beneath Gotham’s cobbled streets. Still, you’d find the time every other week or so to take care of each other. 

You love having sex with Edward; he’s so gentle with you, handling you like a precious gem that will shatter if dropped. He always makes sure your needs are met before he even thinks of himself, worshipping your body with an obsession akin to a deeply faithful Catholic’s love for Christ himself.  

But sometimes... it can get boring. Not as boring as not having sex at all, but boring enough that you often find yourself lying awake at night, longing for Edward to keep up his Riddler persona for just a little while longer after he arrives home from doing whatever he does to have the coppery scent of blood soaking into the walls of your small apartment. 

You know your frustration will only worsen the longer you go without having sex, so you decide to do a small experiment. 

You take the next few days off work, pretending to be sick, and Edward, usually ever attentive to your every need, your Edward, who begins panicking if you all but sniffle the wrong way, barely notices. With your theory proven that his work has been turning him into someone who is evidently not your sweet Edward, you begin doing everything you can for even an ounce of attention from him. You give him shoulder massages after he returns home from a long day at work, cook him his favourite meals, run baths for him, at some point it evolves into you all but throwing yourself at him, and you have to take a step back to reevaluate your approach. Being that desperate for sex is not a good look, especially when your boyfriend is completely oblivious to how horny you are.  

You decide you need to formulate a plan to force him to focus on you. 

It starts with the lingerie. You scour the shopping apps on your phone for an embarrassingly long time, trying to find something perfect. You eventually come across a pretty lilac set, its sheer mesh bra framed with soft ruffles and feminine frills to accentuate your chest, and immediately order it, even begrudgingly spending a little extra for next day delivery. 

The next step of your plan is to come up with a simple puzzle, something stimulating but still to the point- you're so horny that you know the next time you’re in a room with Edward while he still has that Riddler costume on, it’s going to take some real self-restraint to stop yourself from ripping it off him.  

The final step of your plan is waiting for the perfect moment to put everything into action. You realise it isn’t the most complicated or glamorous scheme to ever exist, but if it manages to work and allows you to finally get some action, you won’t be complaining.  

One evening, when it’s well past 5pm, and definitely well past the time Edward should have been home from the office, you get a text from your beloved. 

hi honey, moved tuesday’s plans forward to today. got an opening with savage and cant miss it. will be home late- ill pick up food on my way back. love you. 

we’re finally making some REAL change : ) 

You almost leap out of your chair with excitement, rushing around the apartment to make sure everything is in place for your little game of hide and seek. 

When Edward finally returns home, the apartment is dark- it’s well past 11pm, so he figures you’re in bed. He sighs, setting down the takeaway bag on the coffee table and calling out your name, pausing when you don’t answer. You always wait up for him when he’s running his late-night ‘errands.’ When he thinks about it more, he realises you didn’t even text him back earlier this evening; you’ve been sick, too- what if you collapsed, or had complications, or worse?  

Before he can begin panicking, he finally notices the lit candle on the kitchen counter. Next to it is a piece of paper, which Edward gingerly picks up with shaking hands, reading the five words scrawled across it. 

‘Dear Riddler, 

Come find me.’ 

Confusion clouds Edward’s mind for a moment before he realises that he’s reading your handwriting, and the sweet flowery scent giving him a headache is his favourite perfume of yours. He stands still for a moment, rereading the note as the familiar feeling of want begins to curl in his lower belly. You’ve never actually addressed him as the Riddler before. 

He definitely likes it. 

You crouch uncomfortably in your hiding space beneath the dining table, straining your ears against the silence of the apartment as you try to gauge how Edward has taken your little game based off his breathing. You hear the rustling of fabric and the sound of something zipping up, and realise he must’ve slipped his jacket and mask back on because his breaths are definitely muffled now.  

He begins taking slow, deliberate steps around the apartment, his combat boots loudly thudding on the wooden floorboards as he does so. You suddenly feel very vulnerable in only your undergarments and wonder if this is how his victims must feel, a thrill tingling deliciously up your spine. 

You shift a little in your spot, trying to find a way to crouch comfortably while also remaining out of sight. Your heart pounds so hard in anticipation of being spotted that you’re sure Edward can hear it, especially when his footsteps begin to head towards your hiding spot.  

You bite the inside of your cheek, trying to keep the sound of your breathing to an absolute minimum; the silence in your apartment is deafening and, for the first time in all the years you have known him, you begin to feel almost weary of Edward’s presence. In this moment, you’re not just Edward’s partner. 

You’re his prey. 

So wrapped up in your own mind, you don’t hear Edward’s footsteps behind you. You feel two strong, gloved hands grab your hips and rip you out of your thoughts. You squeal giddily as Edward throws you onto the wooden dining table, biting your lip to stifle the giggles that threaten to spill out. 

Edward looms over you, his glasses glinting in the moonlight that seeps into the apartment through the cracks in the blinds. He is completely silent, save for the heavy breaths muffled by his mask. When he finally speaks, his voice is low and raspy, and the sound of it sends tiny shivers of excitement up your arms. 

“I’ve been watching you for so long. Every move you make, I’ve followed from the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to snatch you up. Do you know how hard it’s been? Hearing your pathetic whimpers while you fuck yourself every night, and having to wait until it’s me making you unravel? But now I have you here, all to myself, and no one is around to save you.” 

The sight of him like this, so indescribably large compared to you, looking down on you like a lion that has captured its prey and is about to rip it to shreds- it sends sparks of arousal through you that pool in your sheer underwear. You look up at Edward through your eyelashes, smiling innocently. 

“Looks like you caught me.” 

With that, he drags you up, throwing you over his shoulder as he heads towards your bedroom. Your face burns, unsure of when or how he got so strong, and the anticipation of what he is about to do to you sends tingles of delight down your spine. 

Edward throws you carelessly onto the bed before straddling you. He wordlessly grasps your wrists in one gloved hand, holding them above your head while he rips off a piece of duct tape from the roll that dangles from his belt, and binds them together securely. He subtly tilts his head to the side, and you can read him so well at this point that you know he’s asking if your restraints are too tight. You shake your head, and he immediately melts back into character, sweeping his gaze down your exposed body predatorily.  

His gloved hands reach forward, roughly groping your breasts, pinching and rolling your clothed nipples between his fingers. You squeak, writhing beneath him, deciding to put on a bit of a show with it. 

“P... please, don’t...” you whimper pathetically, bucking your hips into his. You hear him groan under his breath above you, removing one hand from your chest to grip your chin harshly, squishing your cheeks together. “Shut up.” His voice is low and dangerous when he speaks, a complete contrast to the sweet voice Edward usually addresses you with. “You’re trapped here, and no one is coming for you. You can scream as loud as you want, it won’t make a difference.” 

“You’re so pitiful, dressed up like one of those whores on the street just to get my attention.” He breathes out slowly, slipping a gloved finger beneath your bra to massage your nipple. “I can’t say it hasn’t worked, but a whore is still a whore. You need to be cleansed, like the rest of the filth in this city, and the only person willing to do that is me. That’s why,” he pauses, the hand gripping your chin roughly yanking your mouth open as he leans over you, pulling up his mask slightly and spitting in your mouth, “you will take everything I give to you like a grateful little bitch.” 

He slaps your face, hard enough to sting but not enough to bruise, and you swallow the mixture of your saliva and his. You can’t stop the moan that slips out from between your parted lips, and he locks eyes with you, his pupils blown so wide with arousal that his eyes appear completely black in the low light. He leans forward again, pulling up his mask, and harshly kisses you, pushing his tongue into your mouth as his knee forces your legs apart. You whimper when you feel his erection brush against your thigh and he bites down on your bottom lip, hard. He moves his focus to your neck and collarbones, attacking the sensitive skin with kisses and bites, marking every inch of you that’s visible. 

“This is so,” he murmurs breathlessly between fervent kisses to your skin- and, Christ, is he smelling you?- “everyone knows you were fucked by the Riddler. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? For everyone to know that you’re such a whore that getting fucked by a serial killer gets that pathetic cunt of yours completely soaked.” You moan at his words, arching your back to press your chest against his as you grind against his knee. 

“Such a needy little thing. One touch from me and you’re already at my complete disposal.” He leans back on his heels to look over you, your hair a complete mess, your lips swollen and as red as the flush on your skin. The strap of your bra has slipped down your shoulder and Edward’s breaths become haggard as he reaches for the knife on his belt; he cuts away the fabric hiding your breasts from him, much to your dismay (that lingerie set was pretty fucking expensive), and immediately takes one of your nipples in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud before biting down lightly. You moan louder, squirming against your restraints and trying to pull away from him. 

He slaps you again, harder this time, running the flat side of his knife against the mark that begins blooming on your cheek. “If you don’t shut up and take it like a good girl, I'll have to hurt you.” He presses a chaste kiss to your parted lips. “I wouldn’t want to ruin a face as pretty as yours.” 

You whimper, rubbing your clothed core against Edward’s thigh, feeling the arousal in your lower belly build from the stimulation. Edward certainly doesn’t miss this, his eyes widening slightly as he peels your underwear away from your pussy. A string of your own slick connects you to the mesh fabric, and you can hear the amusement in Edward’s voice when he says, “oh, I’m going to ruin you.” 

He cuts your underwear away, dragging his knife down your body painfully slowly. You shiver from the cool metal, whining from frustration when Edward’s gloved fingers spread your glistening folds, pointedly ignoring your throbbing clit. 

“You pathetic girl... so wet for me. No one else could get you to react like this from their words alone, could they?” You shake your head rapidly, wiggling your hips in an attempt to get closer to Edward’s fingers. “Say it, then.” He begins lazily rubbing circles into your clit, causing you to cry out with relief at him finally touching you. He runs the blunt end of his knife across your neck, twisting it in his hand so the tip presses into your skin, not quite breaching your flesh. “Nice and clear for me. Tell me that you’re my bitch.” 

You moan when he begins speeding up his movements on your clit, stumbling over your words. “I.. I’m your- your b-” He cuts you off with another slap to your cheek, and the action sends a sharp jolt of pleasure right to your clit, causing you to choke out a moan. “Not quite, pretty girl. Try again. Whose bitch are you?” Your eyes narrow with confusion for a second before you realise what he wants you to say. 

“I’m th- the Riddler’s bitch.” 

He nods, satisfied, pushing two gloved fingers inside of you while the other continues rubbing your clit. You can feel your orgasm approaching embarrassingly fast, whimpering and giving Edward a pleading look. 

He nods wordlessly and you unravel, your orgasm enveloping your body in a blissful warmth as your pussy clenches hard around Edward’s fingers. He breathes out through his nose, hard, as he watches you cum, his cock throbbing at the feeling of your pussy spasming around his fingers.  

Edward pulls his fingers out of you when your body finally finishes shaking, inspecting your wetness on them in the low light of your bedroom for several moments, before pushing them under his mask and sucking them clean. He moans at the taste of you, and you feel his dick twitching against your leg as he closes his eyes, savouring you. He sighs, opening his eyes. 

“I need more.” 

Before you can react, he’s gripping your waist with strong hands, dragging your body up against him, holding you up almost completely off the bed, and hooking your legs over his shoulders. Edward gazes at your drenched cunt with a hunger in your eyes that you've never seen displayed by him, his breaths deep and shaky as he smells the arousal leaking out of you. You squeak, thighs still quivering from your previous orgasm. 

“W-wait, Ed- Riddler, I... I’m still t-too sensitive for...” You cut yourself out with a cry of pained pleasure as he latches his mouth onto your pussy, pushing his tongue into your sensitive hole. You sob as he sucks on your clit, shocks of overstimulation wracking through you as you weakly kick your legs against him, your body growing limp. The sounds Edward makes as he devours your pussy are obscene, the room filling with echoes of your cries and Edward’s moans as he sucks and licks crudely at your sex. 

He pulls away occasionally, praising and degrading you in barely coherent pussydrunk babbles: “such a perfect girl for me,” “stupid bitch, such a needy whore for your savior,” “so pretty with mascara running down your face,” “any louder and I'll give you a real reason to cry,” “taste so good, i need all of you.” And it’s all so much, his tongue writhing so deep inside you, the grip of his hands on your ass, the cool leather biting into your flesh, the way he moans and ruts into the bed from the taste of you, and before you can even breathe you’re cumming again, and you’re cumming so hard your back lifts off the bed entirely, the strength of your orgasm rocking you all the way to your core. Your mind goes blank as a chain of choked moans and sobs spill from between your lips, all you can focus on being the way Edward continues to fuck you with his tongue all the way through your orgasm. You can feel your slick sliding down your thighs, and when Edward pulls away you can see it dripping down his chin, and you don’t miss the proud grin on his face as he pulls down his mask. 

He drops you back onto the bed, straddling you once more and wiping your slick from his chin with his finger, motioning for you to open your mouth. You obey him and he pushes the digit inside, motioning for you to suck it clean. When he pulls his finger from your mouth, his eyes darken, and you can practically feel the smug smile in his words. “Such a good little girl for me, aren’t you? No one can make you cum like I can... and I can still smell how horny you are for me. You’re so needy, yet you’re never satisfied.” 

He tilts his head, and the dim light from the lamp behind him illuminates him similarly to a halo, and you almost find yourself beginning to create a religion in your head just to worship him. 

“I don’t think you’re being very grateful.” 

You begin crying out words of thanks, rubbing your legs together to lessen the ache of overstimulation. Edward's knees cage you in, and he grips one of your thighs with his hands. 

“Quit your grovelling and stop fucking moving when I’m talking to you.” His hand travels to your face, cupping your cheek with a surprising tenderness as he sighs. “You’re still so filthy... look what this city has done to you. I suppose I’m your last hope.” 

He unbuckles his belt and unzips his trousers, finally freeing his cock from its confines. The tip is an angry red and leaks with precum, and Edward lets out a breathy moan as he strokes it. He spreads your legs, lining himself up with your sex and pushing into you slowly. He gazes down at you, a complete mess beneath him, and groans. “You’re so lucky... being fucked by Gotham’s salvation...” 

You can barely think, let alone speak, and when Edward begins moving his hips, his thumb finding your clit and massaging it, you sob, tears streaming down your cheeks. He moves in and out of your agonisingly slowly, and when you look up at him, you can make out that his eyes are closed as he savours the feeling of you. 

“Your virgin pussy is so... so fucking tight. Oh... h-how does it feel to be fucked by your saviour? Your God?” 

You sniffle beneath him, choking on your sobs as he speeds up to a punishing pace, his cock bruising your insides. He grabs at every inch of you, his hands finding refuge around your throat. 

“Oh, you’re so good. You were so filthy, but I will cleanse you. I will purify you; I will plant the seed of hope within you, and you will be saved.” 

He babbles on as he fucks you, squeezing his fingers around your throat, verging on crushing your windpipe but never quite gripping hard enough. You cry out for him, so cockdrunk and lightheaded from your sudden lack of oxygen that you find yourself looping your bound wrists around his neck, pulling him forward and crashing your lips to the rough leather of his mask. He makes a noise of surprise before his fingers once again find your clit, rubbing at it desperately as his hips begin to stutter against your own. 

Edward, ever the gentlemen, wants you to cum before him; you feel your cheeks grow warm at the thought, and pull away to look at him. You can barely keep your focus on him, your vision going hazy, and he begins assaulting your clit with more fervor. 

“Be a good little angel and cum for your savior.” 

Your vision goes white as the orgasm rips through you, your entire body spasming as your pussy clenches down hard on Edward’s cock. He has to stop moving to prevent himself from cumming as he guides you through your own orgasm, his fingers weaving through your hair as he coos at you. 

“Yes, that’s it. Such a perfect girl. So pretty cumming on my cock.” 

He begins speeding up again, his hips slapping against yours with a clumsy rhythm, his breathy moans growing louder and more desperate with each thrust. You lay, exhausted, whimpering incoherent words of encouragement to him as he chases after his own climax. 

You feel him begin to pull out and you weakly wrap your legs around his hips. “W-want you inside. Need... need you to cleanse me from the inside.” 

Your words are what tip Edward over the edge, and he whimpers loudly as his cum spills inside you, his hips grinding into yours as he relishes in the aftershocks of his orgasm. 

Thank God you're on birth control.

Edward slowly pulls out of you and cuts the duct tape that binds you, gently pressing kisses to the insides of your wrists. He pulls off his fogged up glasses and his mask, placing a gentle kiss to your lips as he smiles at you worriedly. 

“I didn’t go too far, did I?” 

There's your lovely Eddie.

You shake your head, laughing weakly and he smiles, pushing his glasses back up his nose as he helps you to your feet and guides you to the bathroom, letting you use his body for support. Edward sits you on the lip of the bath and dampens a towel, gentle cleaning you up and placing loving kisses to every bare patch of skin he can reach. He reluctantly leaves you alone to freshen up as he straightens up the bed, changing into his pajamas and finding your favourite t shirt of his to sleep in. 

When you re-enter the bedroom, with a slight limp that Edward definitely notices but refuses to comment on, he dresses you and tucks you into bed before lying next to you, brushing your hair out of your eyes. 

“Sorry I’ve been so... distant lately.” 

When you go to answer him, he rubs his thumb soothingly on your cheek and you get the message that he hasn’t finished talking. 

“We have big things planned, we both know that, but... it wasn’t right of me to not look after you when, now that I look back at it, you really made it obvious that you needed me to. I hope you can forgive me.” 

You smile, pressing a shy kiss to Edward’s lips. 

“Don’t apologise, Eddie. There’s nothing to be sorry for. You can apologise tomorrow when I can’t feel my legs or sit down properly for a week.” 

He laughs and buries his face in your neck, inhaling your scent.  

“I really love you, you silly girl. A-and..."

He pulls away from you but continues to avert his gaze, his cheeks pink and a lopsided grin tugging at his lips.

"The, um, th-the lingerie was very pretty, you looked really lovely. I'm, ah, sorry about..."

He doesn't meet your eyes and you snort, bringing a hand to rest on his cheek with a fond smile.

"Yeah. That I'm not so quick to forgive. You have no idea how expensive nice underwear is when you're a woman."

Edward laughs shyly, delicately holding your wrist and pressing tender kisses to your palm that leave you melting. The heat in his eyes, however, is undeniable.

"I absolutely will not complain if you decide to spend all my money on pretty lingerie and then decide to model said lingerie for me."

"You're unbelievable."

You both laugh as Edward continues peppering soft kisses up your arm, then your bruising neck before finally meeting your lips in a tender kiss. He pulls away, and the way he looks at you with such love and adoration almost makes you tear up.

Edward twirls a strand of hair around his finger, pulling you closer to his chest. His fingers reach up and he begins combing them through your hair properly, whispering sweet praise to you as you find yourself dozing off.

#dano riddler #dano riddler x reader #edward nashton #edward nashton x reader #paul dano #riddler 2022 #riddler x you #batman 2022 #edward nashton x you #riddler x reader #danocel #danonation #dano!riddler #the riddler #the riddler x reader #the riddler x you

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hold tight - edward nashton x fem!reader headcanons (NSFW) ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆

{kinktober: day one. prompt: breeding. 🎃}

{contains: some obsessive yet shy edward, mentions of pregnancy, creampie, and very mild descriptions of overstim.}

☽ You suppose you should've seen it coming. Edward didn't fuck you, he made love to you. And he usually made love with a good dash of submissive obedience, a slight streak of bashfulness. His hands would roam your body with a soft and quiet kind of adoration, a gentle appreciation. He was so sweet to you, holding your hips like you were a glass ornament. Shattering your fragile frame would hurt him, too. He could not afford to have blood on his hands when it came to your comfort and satisfaction.

☽ He was different tonight...it was as if a switch had been flipped. He would never want to hurt you, but he hardly registered the way his fingers dug into your skin with a greedy hunger as he thrusted into you. He panted hard and deep as your hands gripped the sheets beneath you and your jaw fell open.

☽ "Eddie, Ed...wait."

☽ Your rushed words pierced their talons into his stomach. He felt sick to his lurching guts. What did he do wrong? He always has to go and fuck up everything good, doesn't he?

☽ But you're grinning as you catch your breath. He watches your bare chest tremble, rise, and fall. "Jesus, Eddie, where did this come from?"

☽ His cheeks are lit aflame as he fumbles for an answer. "Just...just wanna be inside you." You chuckle. "Hmm, yeah? Tell me about it."

☽ The coils of his brain are short-circuiting, the wires of his mind smoking and shooting sparks. How's he supposed to express how deeply he wants to be a part of you? How is he supposed to convey his darkest, most carnivorous desire without scaring you off?

☽ "I...I'll try," he mumbles, his hips starting up their quivering movement once again. "I d-don't wanna frighten you."

☽ Eddie whines as your legs wrap around his waist and pull him even closer. "You can't frighten me, honey. C'mon, tell me what you want."

☽ His thrusts are sloppy and jittery as his long fingers find their way to your lower stomach. They brush against your smooth, fluttering skin. "I...hmm, fuck...I think about it sometimes."

☽ He's too flustered to say it without the shroud of vagueness clouding his words, but it's clear what he means. "Oh, yeah?" you tease. "You wanna fill me up, Ed? Wanna get me pregnant?"

☽ Clearly, he was not anticipating your candor, because now he's gripping your hips like you'll disintegrate into dust if he lets go. You have to understand where he's coming from, though! He's never met someone who has put that level of affection and credence into him! For somebody to want to carry his baby...even if it's just pretend for now...him, of all people! He can't help but ravage your innards with reckless abandon. Just a bit.

☽ He can feel the steady heat rising in his gut. It's utterly humiliating how quickly he's close just from hearing your whiny cries to please, fuck, fill me up, I want it so bad, I need it, Eddie, I need it!

☽ And oh my, does it feel blissfully divine when the heat finally bursts. It's like he's floating. He can feel your quivering pussy gripping him tight. He grits his teeth through the shooting pinpricks of his overstimulation and fucks his cum deeper. The sticky, sodden sounds are delectably obscene. His face is burnt a feverish scarlet as he pulls out of you and watches his cum leak. It's such an alluring sight, the milky liquid dripping from your already soaked cunt. It takes all the power within to stop himself from diving down and tasting you right then. He wouldn't want to overwhelm you.

☽ Again, even if it's just make believe, a filthy fantasy you two indulge in...it's the thought behind the action that counts, the message behind your pleading for him to fill you up, make you full, that makes him want to grab hold of you and never let go. <3

#eli's writing #danonation #paul dano #edward nashton #the riddler #the batman #edward nashton x reader #the riddler x reader #edward nashton x you #the riddler x you #edward nashton x y/n #the riddler x y/n #kinktober #kinktober 23

[always-andromeda]

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𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ✯ Edward Nashton x Fem!Reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ✯ 2447

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Huh?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And you knew he liked yours when you agreed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[marvelmaniac2000]

Summary: You ask Eddie for a little advice. He always knows what’s best for you. 

Characters: Edward Nashton x fem! Reader (Y/N) 

Subject: Pussy eating (oral sex), intercourse P in V, mild rough sex, missionary sex, strip tease, video cam sex, foreplay, kissing, 

18+ Only!!! MINORS DNI/WILL BE BLOCKED

(this is a little something I wrote, I know everyone else has their own cam girl smut/stories out, I guess here's my lil rendition.)

Words: 1.1k+

   Edward sat awkwardly on your apartment couch. You pace back and forth in front of him. You had on skin tight boxer shorts with a loose fitted tank top. It was late evening  and you unexpectedly texted him to come over to hear you rant about your boring life problems. You pause in front of him and sighed in relief. He held his laptop in one hand and continued to watch you adorably worry about practically almost everything in your life. To him your life was ok, what was there to freak out about? 

   “Well maybe you should find a second hustle that you kinda like doing? Maybe dog sitting for someone you know?” Eddie push the rim of his glasses up and try to revert his eyes from your thick thighs. 

You plot yourself next to him and look into his eyes. “Eddie. No way is it safe to walk around this city walking dogs. This place is too crowded, you of all people should know that.”  

 “I mean you can just stay at the person’s place and dog watch them there” he replied. 

  “That’s true..But I'd rather stay at home, and do something online” You adjust your stance and sit crossed leg in front him on the sofa. “Can I be honest with you for a second?” Eddie typed something on his screen and a Cam girl site appeared. 

“I think you shouldn’t let all that beauty go to waste. You should start an account. A girl like you would make loads of money..” 

  “Can I see?” You reached over and looked at the website. It seemed too much of a risk to take and expose such imitate parts of your body. “I kinda wouldn’t mind doing it but I don’t want to show my face.” Eddie looked at you with his big cutie eyes. “ I’ll be your biggest fan, I will make sure everything is ok, and you don’t have to show your face.”  

You light up a little and wrap your arms around his neck. “ As long as you say it’s ok Eddie” you grinned and pecked him on the cheek. 

    Later on in the evening Eddie helped you set up the background of your place to keep it looking mysterious and out of detection. 

  “Are you sure about this Ed?” 

“I’m positive” he looked at you and sat on the edge of your bed. 

 “Maybe we should make a demo or something before I start” you walk over to him and climb on to his lap. 

  You slowly straddled his hips and looked into his eyes. “I think that would be a great idea” he whispered back. 

  You bite your bottom lip and turn on the live cam. 

 “Wait.. I want to hold it” he took it gently out of your hand. He meddled with some of the buttons as you watched, raising your eyebrows and smiled at his cuteness. 

“Whatever you want Eddie…” You would never say no to your Edward. 

   Eddie was actually much taller than you but his baggy plaid jacket made him seem a lot less 

intimidating. “Um you should get on the bed first” he instructed and began to film you slowly crawling onto the bed behind him.

  “Ok..then should I do something like… this?’’ you smirked and lowered your shorts revealing a lace thong. You kept your eyes on Eddie and threw them in his direction. Eddie walked closer to the bed and grinned. He watches you turn over and push your bottom up for him to grab. You bite your bottom lip hoping from him to touch you more. “Come on Eddie I know you can do more than that baby” You kneel in front of him and kiss him on the lips all hot and bothered. Eddie sat the camera down on the bed and kissed you back. “You have no idea” he breathed. 

 “Try me” you whispered. Eddie sheepishly slid his hand under your tank top and squeezed your fluffy breast. You moan as he gently lays kisses on the crook of your neck. That isn’t something you would suspect from him but Eddie was the only true friend you knew the best. Eddie instructed you. His mouth caressed down toward your stomach and slowly pushed your lace underwear down.He always wanted to taste you. He wasn’t sure why, but his neediness for your approval and wanting your pure attention drove him in madness. 

   “Eddie don’t-” you said

 “No I want every part of you (Y/N) please” he kissed your stomach and devoured his mouth between your wetness.  

   You mouth breathed a moan feeling his hot tongue swirl between your clit. You squeeze onto the sheets feeling him give no mercy to your aching core. Eddie grew more hungry, feeling you squirm between his touch. 

  “Just like that?” Eddie stuck one finger around your clit while still riding his tongue inside you. You whimper wanting him more. You buck your hips to his mouth feeling a wave of pleasure sweep inside you. You roam your fingers in between his greasy brown locks. 

   “Please Eddie” you whimper feeling yourself reach your high. 

   “Not yet” Eddie continues to rub your clit in circular motions. Eddie positions himself above you and sucks on your hardened nipples. 

   “Look at you so needy” Eddie’s eyes showed a different version of himself that sent you over. He reached down with his same hand to insert a digit inside your entrance. You let out a gentle moan and threw your head back feeling pure bliss. Eddie gave the other nipple the same treatment sucking the milk dry of your perk breast. 

   “Mmm You’re so perfect” Eddie tongue kisses you while pushing his two digits further inside you. 

   “(Y/N) I’m in love with you” Eddie nibbled and sucked onto your luscious lower lip. Your fingertips  traveled down to his neck caressing on to his back trying to savor this moment. You grinded against his bulge that pressed against your inner thigh. Eddie pushed his weight off of you and undid his pants and his baggy sweater. You could tell he was nervous about his size but that didn’t matter to you. 

   Eddie positioned himself between your legs and entered inside you. You eagerly adjusted your hips to his waist and moaned, feeling him inside you. “Don’t worry you’re just right” you mumbled wanting him deeper inside you. Eddie's pace was slow and aching. You whimper feeling him stroke your walls. Eddie pressed your wrist down and pushed into you harder. 

  You were taken aback by his roughness but it felt even more animalistic. You gasp feeling him thrust harder into your core. “Am I hurting you?”  Eddie slowed his pace. “Keep going” you breathed. Eddie leaned down and licked and nibbled at your ear. “I’m not stopping until you cum” he breathed, his voice turned into not Edward but someone you knew as the riddler. 

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[the-odd-devil]

The Sky Is Dark, But I See You : Chapter 1

Edward Nashton x f!reader Dark Academia College AU

Summary : Edward Nashton caught your attention instantly, how could he not? You've never seen someone like him, from his boyish feature to his fashion sense, everything makes him standout. But you're totally normal about him.

Word Count : 1 578

Warnings : None I think? Tell me if you find any! (there will be smut and other riddler paraphernalia in the future chapters)

Author's Note : I'm soooooo excited for this fic hihi! I really love the dark academia aesthetic and I wanted to do a college AU fic for Eddie and I feel like the vibes really match! Plus Gotham is already very dark academia I feel like! Anyway, I'll add a link for the mood board of this fic later! Enjoy <3

Update! thank you so much @always-andromeda for helping me and proof reading! it's always so fun and so useful for my english to work with you! <33

Chapter I : It'll go away

The weather today is particularly shitty. Which is saying something, because the weather in Gotham is always awful. Usually, you don’t mind it. You like – no – love the rain. You’ve always found beauty in the tiniest things; things that others find ugly and disturbing. But you think that there is beauty in everything. 

The ambiance Gotham has when it rains is substantial. Everything seems to be a blur. All your senses are affected.  The smell of the street changes, humidity suffocates you, the usual noisy sirens and vehicles are muffled by the falling water. Some days, you take off your jacket to feel the drops on your skin. 

But today is not that kind of day. You sprint from the subway station to the main entrance of Gotham University, taking no time to appreciate it’s beautiful gothic architecture. You don’t even notice  the fact that at this time of the morning the lights are still on, making the building even more imposing, rising in the dark and foggy sky. 

Once again you’re late to class, you couldn’t get off the bed after working all night at the college cafeteria. You fucking hate that. Having to rush to find where the room is, not being able to choose your seat or take a coffee. All of that stresses you out even more than you are already. And you rapidly start to fall into a cycle of feeling not good enough. You’re late, you feel like your grades will never be high enough, and that you’ll never be able to pay your student loan. You’ll be in debt all your life in a city that couldn’t care less about the ones who need it the most. 

When you arrive in front of the closed door, you wait a second to take a deep breath. You will not let your mood impact your grades. You need to make a good impression in this new class. Feeling ready, you knock on the door and open it. 

“Good morning, sorry for being late…” you say, first thing, while looking at the professor.

“It’s okay! The storm really had made it difficult for everyone. You can take a seat.”

You scan the room, searching where to sit, when you see him. A big smile grows immediately on your face, fixing him. He dives his head in his paper immediately when he notices you too. You could see his face becoming red even from his seat at the bottom of the class. A light chuckle passes through your lips as you sit a few rows before him. You saw him rapidly looking from his paper to you while you crossed the room and can feel him looking at you now that you are in your chair. 

You think you noticed him for the first time in your very first year at Gotham University. He had made you turn your head all the way back to follow his figure as he walked through the same corridor as you. He looked down almost immediately after noticing your stare. Your college friend, Sarah, was looking at you questionably before chuckling at how cartoonish the action was. The next few times you walked that corridor the same week, you completely ignored Sarah talking to you to spy every corner to see him. But hey, you were just curious. His looks and attitude made you want to know more. He didn’t look like any other student you had met in the cathedral-like building. You could tell by watching him walk that he was shy and reserved. The other times you met him going from one class to another had confirmed that. He kept excusing himself in a worried, soft tone every time he even brushed against someone. He was also always alone. Which only made you want to learn more about him. And be his friend; his only friend.  He reminded you of your younger self, always too scared to stand out, trying to make yourself as tiny as possible, hoping that nobody would notice you, and not having friends because nobody wanted to hear you talk about your favorite cartoons. His look also instantly drew you to him. You’d never seen someone who looked like him. You found him very beautiful, but in an unusually boyish way. He didn’t have the playboy physique that you usually saw on magazine covers. His face was round and soft, and he had high and visible cheekbones that made him so appealing. His eyes seemed to always sparkle despite his loneliness. His lips were so delicate, you could only imagine what he looked like when he smiled, changing the shape of his eyes and accentuating his cheekbones. You surprised yourself wondering how you could make him smile when you’re alone with your thoughts. You also loved his fashion sense, distinguishing himself further from all the other students. You could tell right away that all his clothes are thrifted. Some were ridiculously large on him; like his mother had given him his brother's hand-me-downs. And some were a bit too small; so tight that it made you wonder what he looked like underneath all that fabric. He also seemed to wear an infinite amount of layers, which made you question how he didn't suffocate over the summer.

Strangely, his outfits were always coherent with some recurring garments and an earthy color palette, greens being the most prevalent. His wardrobe consisted of old knitted sweaters, vintage trousers, washed out white or beige shirts (sometimes paired with a tie). And he always wore the same shoes; old, deep brown, low rise docs which allowed you to see his often mismatched funky patterned socks. It ended up making him look more academic and in theme compared to the other students, almost like he'd been born and lived in the walls of the university. His look and features are amplified by his silver wired and oval glasses, accentuating the boyish, academic look. The glasses immediately caught your attention, and you used them as a pitiful excuse for why you were looking at him in the first place.

“Oh, I just really love his glasses! I need new ones!” you told Sarah, who responded by rolling her eyes at the fact that you held your gaze even when his back was to you.

Sarah is a really good friend, always there for you. But she was immediately done with your bullshit. She wasn’t dumb or blind, and sighed every time you denied your attraction to the mysterious boy as you forced her to take the seat in front of you so you could get a good view of him or when you completely tuned out her voice every time you crossed paths with him. You told yourself that you were being totally normal about him. You’re just intrigued, you reasoned, only looking at him occasionally, where you are, in fact, borderline stalking him. You had started following him when you were alone and had memorized his schedule just two months after seeing him for the first time. You hoped he wasn’t questioning the fact that he’s seen you so often. 

And still, you haven’t spoken to him. Neither has he approached you. But you know he noticed you. He probably noticed you the first time you looked at each other in the hallway. He noticed you multiple times after that. One time, while studying at the library after carefully choosing your spot, you smiled at him. He froze, blushed, and then looked down at his paper with extreme intensity for the rest of the time you were there. He didn’t even look up once, you got time to take a coffee and go to the bathroom, he hadn’t moved, his face bright red. You thought it was the cutest thing ever. So, you gave him your prettiest smile every time your eyes met and soon became addicted to all his reactions. Blushing, sometimes glasses fogging, other times bumping into someone and babbling mindless excuses while his books fell, fixing the ground while picking them, avoiding your gaze. On rare occasions he maintained eye contact. Intense, burning eye contact, before picking all his things and running away. Soon you wanted more, more reactions, more babbling. You were hoping to become the only thing on his mind. It seems to work, you caught him more than once looking at you thinking you wouldn’t notice, sometimes, you’ll let him do, other times, you caught him, he almost spit all his coffee once. He does drink a lot of coffee, to a point where you're pretty sure his smell has a hint of it, probably mix with cheap detergent and deodorant, you’re imagining a warm, floral tint to it, combined with the smell of old books. You’re totally normal about him, though. The little hearts you draw on his coffee cup when you serve him at the cafeteria is just a nice touch. Because he can’t look you in the eye when he orders with the most shy and soft voice that resonates in your head every night before you fall asleep. Especially not when you see him choose the same spot to sit in everyday, where you can smile and wave to him, making him choke on his coffee. 

And it’s totally because you don’t know anybody in this new class that, when prompted to choose a partner for the class, you wrote his name down next to yours without asking him.

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[odiesdayoff]

Leaving For Good

pair: Edward Nashton (Dano) x fem!reader

summary: You're sick of Edward prioritizing the Riddler over you...

warnings: SMUT (18++ MINORS DNI); non/dubcon elements; sex in an elevator; unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it); darkish!reader; forced creampie/breeding

There he was. Sitting slouched at his computer just as he did night after night, researching politicians or whatever he occupied his time with. Between his 9-5 at the accounting firm and his Riddler business, you were a lot less than an afterthought in his routine. Edward hadn’t touched you in weeks.

Your lack of a sex life wasn’t even the biggest problem, not really. He just stopped interacting with you altogether despite the fact that you shared an apartment and slept in the same bed each night. Well, when he didn’t fall asleep in front of his computer.

He didn’t notice when you slowly started to pack your things or the phone calls you made to landlords with available apartments for you to move into. 

You watched him from in front of the front door, suitcases sitting around you. “Eddie, I’m leaving.” He barely nodded to acknowledge your words. You cleared your throat. “Did you hear me? I’m leaving.”

He took a deep breath and leaned back in his chair, finally turning to look at you. His annoyed look turned into confusion. “Where are you going?” He fixes his posture. 

“I found a new apartment and…we’re done.” You tried to hold yourself up, not allowing the words leaving your mouth to have an effect on you. 

It took a second for him to process. He jumped up from his chair and made his way to you. “Woah, woah, woah. Where did this come from?”

You shuttered as his hand rested on your bicep. Getting laid would be the first thing you did once you left. You knew that you desperately needed it. “Now you care? When was the last time we went on a date? I feel like we’re just roommates.”

“I have a lot of more important things to worry about than your feelings.” He pinched the bridge of his nose.

You purse your lips and nodded. “Bye, Edward.” You turned to the door and opened it, pulling your suitcases with you down the hallway.

Edward chased after you, calling your name and apologizing. You did your best to ignore him and keep a steady pace toward the elevator. The doors opened and you both stepped in, him still pleading for you to talk to him.

A few floors down, he slammed his hand against the emergency stop button. “You’re not leaving. I love you and I fucked up, okay? I can’t lose you, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, darling.” He cupped your cheek. Tears fell from his eyes, something you rarely saw happen.

You shook your head. “I’m not falling for your empty promises anymore.”

“Please, let me show you how much you mean to me.” He leaned into you and kissed your cheek, then trailed down to your neck and collarbone.

You wanted to push him off and tell him how much he hurt you after all these years you’ve been together, but you couldn’t deny the way he made you feel when he kissed you. Against your better judgment, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in closer. 

You could feel him smile against your skin. “Maintenance won’t be here for a while to get us out.” This building was infamous for the lazy landlords and incompetent service workers. It would be about twenty minutes for someone to arrive to help you.

One of your hands reached in front of his shirt to start unbuttoning it. He pulled your top off, his breath hitched at the sight of your breasts after all this time. For such a genius, he was really stupid for letting someone like you feel unloved.

He reached his hand under the waistband of your panties and rubbed circles on your clit. Of course, he still knew exactly how to make you melt. “Please, Edward. I need you.”

“I know, darling. You’ll have me.” His free hand went straight to his pants to free himself as fast as he possibly could. You felt a rush of cool air when you pulled your pants down, exposing yourself entirely to him. “You’re so gorgeous. I love you so much.”

He lined himself up and pushed in until he bottomed out inside of you. He whimpered at the sensation, kissing your shoulder. You missed the feeling of being so full of him. “Thank you. You feel so wonderful. My beautiful princess. Only an idiot would let you go.”

His pace was agonizingly slow, taking in the sensation of being inside of you once again. “Harder, please, Edward. Like we used to.”

Sex with Edward was intense. You loved it most when he would pound you into the mattress and tell you riddles that he knew you didn’t know the answer to and only let you come when you answered it right. He was so calm and quiet in his daily life, it was only natural that he let out his frustrations in the bedroom. You couldn’t be happier about it. 

He maneuvered you to the ground until you laid on the discarded articles of clothing. You wouldn’t even mind if you were on the disgusting elevator floor. As long as he was inside of you.

“Is this better than your livestreams?” He quickened his pace, thrusting into you like his life depended on it.

He nodded, almost out of breath. “So much better.”

“How do I know you’re telling the truth?” 

He leaned into you and kissed you deeply. “I’d do anything for you, baby. I’m about to cum. Where do you want it?”

You bit your lip, pretending to think for a moment. “Inside.”

He laughed and shook his head. “I’m not wearing a condom and we both know you’re not on birth control. Be serious.”

“You said anything, Eddie. I want you to cum inside me. Get me pregnant, yeah?” He slowed his pace and gave you a confused look.

“No. We can’t have-” You cut him off by kissing him, locking your legs around his waist and pulling him in closer. He sat on the floor and you made sure to keep him inside you while you switched positions. 

He held your hips, trying to pull you off of him as you rode him. His pleads for you to get off became staggered, turning into soft whimpers and moans. His grip on you tightened. “You know you can’t survive on your own. You’ll have to support your family.”

He couldn’t answer you. You knew exactly why when you felt his cock twitch and the feeling of warm liquid spewing inside of you, coating your walls. You still rode him through his orgasm, making sure that you got every drop that his body wanted to give you. 

You kissed him deeply and took his hand, resting it on your stomach. “You still love me, right?”

He couldn’t speak much, only giving you an exhausted nod.

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[candied-heartss]

Hello! :D

I was wondering if you could write edward nashton x fem!Reader where everyone in the office at the place he works at doesn’t believe he has a girlfriend at all because everyone knows him as “edweird” and don’t interact with him as much mostly the outcast of the office, but one day one of his coworkers see pictures of the reader on his desk and think it’s just a woman he’s weirdly obsessing over and thee coworker ends up telling most of the office.. like no way edward could have a girlfriend right? BUT! one day the reader comes in to his workplace since he forgot his lunch in a hurry and everyone is turning their heads because what is such an attractive lady doing there? THEN BOOM. all of them are shocked to see “edweird” actually has a girlfriend

I would love to see what you do with this! Thank you and have an amazing day :3 <33

you got it! here it is!

𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐄?

(ᵉᵈʷᵃʳᵈ ⁿᵃˢʰᵗᵒⁿ ˣ ᶠᵉᵐ! ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ)

𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇: 𝖤𝖽𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽'𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗅𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗅𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗁 𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝖺𝗒 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗅𝗅.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳, 𝗮 𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗸𝗶𝘀𝘀, 𝗲𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝗯𝗶𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳-𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗰𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀, 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝗳𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘀𝗵𝗲/𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘀, 𝗾𝘂𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘆

Edward heard the whispers, the chattering that his coworkers did behind his back when they believed he didn't hear them.

"Look at him! What's with the picture on his desk?"

"Maybe it's some girl he's probably stalking."

"What? That can't be right. Edweird being a stalker?"

"I mean, the guy's a total freak, so who's to say that it isn't possible?"

He heard the same things, day after day after day, the talk of him being some sort of creep, some sort of perverted freak who stalked girls and kept pictures of them framed on his desk. He usually ignored their snide remarks and sly comments, but at the end of the day, they always managed to get under his skin.

Edward usually kept calm and collected at work, but when he came home, you always heard him complain under his breath about the "shitty people at that shitty job". You tried to cheer him up, constantly assuring him that he was too good for those people and that you were sure that he was smarter than the majority of them in that office.

But, nothing seemed to shake the population of his office from making crude insults towards him, even if he did try his hardest to ignore them or tune them out.

And what seemed to make the day worse for him was the fact that when everybody went to go have lunch, he seemed to have forgotten his at home. Groaning in frustration, he put his head down on his desk and sighed. Could this day have gotten any worse for him?

So when he heard the familiar tapping of your Mary Janes hitting the floor of his office, he lifted his head to find you standing at his desk, holding a small paper bag and wearing a smile on your face.

"Hi, honey! How was your day today?" you asked him in your ever-so-cheerful tone, catching the attention of some of his colleagues, as the whispering began.

"Who's this girl?"

"Is she a family member?"

"You don't actually think that that's his..."

"No fuckin' way."

Edward smiled, how he always did when he was around you, and almost immediately, he felt his mood shift.

"Hey, sweetie. What are you doing here?" He asked, leaning against the desk and looking up at you. You laughed sweetly and held out the bag before gently placing it on the desk, "Why, I'm dropping off your lunch, silly! You left it at home and I didn't want you to go starving."

The people in the office watched in shock and awe at the interaction between you two, clearly surprised that Edward even managed to have a girlfriend at all, let alone someone so attractive as you.

You then came closer and looked at him with nothing but love in your eyes as you reached out and fixed his glasses, which were sitting crookedly on his nose, "Y'know, I missed you loads this morning. I can't wait to see you when you come home tonight."

He blushed slightly. It was odd to have you be so forward with your public display of affection for him, but he figured that was due to the people you two were surrounded by.

"Can't wait to see you too, sweetheart." He muttered, looking flushed and wearing a small smile on his mouth.

As you stood up straight and turned to leave, you quickly turned around, cupped his cherubic face, and gave him a quick, but passionate kiss before turning away and skipping out of the office.

"Bye, Eddie!" Your voice called out as you left the building, leaving him and the rest of the office sitting there, stunned.

So, it was true after all. Edweird Nashton actually did have a girlfriend.

#paul dano #the batman #the riddler x reader #danocel #jay okja #danonation #joby taylor #klitz x reader #the riddler smut #edward nashton #percy dolarhyde #thaddius

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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.”

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(a/n: As always be mindful of triggers and 18+. What y’all think of last chapter, thought it would be interesting to tie in at the end, I’m slowly easing into the MC and I hope y’all enjoy 💕)

***Bruce POV)

**Edward POV)

*Reader POV)

(TW: incel , kidnapping, bondage stuff, angst, physical grabbers, blood,murder )

Wc: 1159

Possible Spoilers in this chapter

Afab!Reader (she/her) pronouns

Chapter 22: Halloween

**After leaving you for the night, Edward had rushed home to go through his plans just one more time. This was going to be the start of a real change, a new beginning for the city. Months of planning had all lead to this, not only to you, but to his real prize in the end.

Edward had your video pulled up on the laptop beside him, watching occasionally between running through his final touches.

A few hours after you’d cried yourself to sleep he had decided to join shortly after. The video still pulled up as he shut his eyes and tried to sleep on his bed, but it didn’t feel like enough for him.

He yearned for the warmth of your body next to him but he knew it was only a matter of time before you’d truly be his. These thoughts lulled him to sleep in comfort, knowing that the time for change was getting closer every single hour.

*Awaking after what seemed like a few hours of rest, you slowly rose up from the floor. Groaning as you rattled the chains up on the wall, sighing as you stretched out a little bit. “Edward..” you called to the camera in the corner. “I’m fucking hungry..” you sat up against the wall, staring into the lense. “I know you can hear me..” you looked away from the camera staring down at the ground, waiting for a sign he had heard you.

Unfortunately there was no sign of him hearing you. This only led you to grow frustrated, kicking the wall and pounding your fist on the ground. You hadn’t eaten too well these past few days, refusing most of his food due to the drugging, but it was getting to you now.

The pain was growing and you were desperate for Edward now. Wishing he would invite you to one of his sick dates or that he’d at least drop off some food for you.

Edward had luckily arrived not too much later, popping open the new latch on the closet, he smiled in at you. “Y/n!” He giggled walking over. Edward was dressed in his riddler outfit once again, except for his mask. But there was something sticky and metallic coating his gloves. You had pulled away upon noticing this and your eyes widened seeing the blood covering his gloves and parts of his green jacket.

“E-Edward..” you stuttered out in shock, looking up to him. Blood splatters lightly trailed the very ends of his glasses frames, his eyes were filled with energy and anger. But there was also a certain fondness as he stared back into your eyes, causing you to shiver as he remained silent for a second.

“Yes?” He chuckled, lifting your head up to his eyes. “What did you do?” You whispered out, your breath was shaky as he trailed your skin. “What I needed to do.” He replied and with that he uncuffed you for a moment leading you into the dining room. You stared straight, hating his lack of clarity. He had another table set up for you and this time you were eager to sit and dig into the meal before you.

Edward smiled at the sight of you, seeming to forget his appearance as you’d seen the food. Sitting down across from you he too began to eat, peeking up every now and then to watch you.

***Bruce had been called shortly after waking from his sleep, Gordon was on the line calling him to come look at a scene.

He looked at your location and checked your phone's activity once more before heading out to the scene.

It was brutal, the mayor had been murdered and wrapped in duct tape. Even sicker, the killer had left an envelope for Batman to find. He begrudgingly took it and opened it, spotting the card and opening it, letting Gordon look at it.

It had been a simple riddle, but more than that Bruce had noticed a small clip from your hair in the bottom of the envelope, but he didn’t let anyone notice. Carefully making sure to take the lock for himself, to study of course. After speaking more with Gordon and the other officers, he had been kicked out and left to deal with both new bits of information.

Bruce had caught the gasp that dared to escape his throat when he’d first seen the hair, he wasn’t sure why he would even send it. Did he want her to be reported? Did he know the connection between Bruce and Batman? It rattled his mind before getting another call from Gordon, meeting up to end the night's watch.

Gordon talked over the case but when getting to the letter portion he dared to question what Batman knew. If any of it looked familiar to him, he needed to tell him. He could trust him somewhat with this information, knowing he would be able to stay quiet. “I saw some hair on the bottom.” Bruce confessed, facing out to the sunrise. “The bottom of the envelope?” Gordon raised a brow. “Yes. It was from.. y/n.” Bruce spoke quickly.

“Who’s that?” Gordon questioned, watching Batman’s stern face turn for a tiny second. “She’s a hostess at the RedRoom Inn, threw this party the other night.” Bruce looked down at his boots.

“The one across from the Iceberg Lounge?” Bruce nodded and Gordon spoke again. “Bruce Wayne was meeting with her, do you know if she’s missing? Maybe he did something?” He shrugged, trying to come up with any theories.

Bruce shook his head, “No he couldn’t have, she was last seen alone.” Gordon wondered how he knew this but ignored it, figuring he must’ve done some research while he’d dealt with the GCPD.

“Well, what do you want me to do?” Gordon asked and started to pace a small circle.

“See if she has anything from her work. I can’t go in there, we both know that. But you could go in on a wellness check and see if you find anyone or anything that looks odd.” Gordon nodded as Bruce had spoken and agreed. “Do you think she can lead us to this killer?” Gordon said, beginning to head to the elevator. “I hope so.” Bruce responded before Gordon had left.

Heading home to clean up, he had set the lock of hair on his desk upon arrival. Checking his screens once more before heading to the showers.

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