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marvelmaniac2000 · 1 year

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Hi! I adore how you wrote Riddler and the reader in the Fluff + Smut fic! I was wondering could I request a fic or some headcanons about Edward and Fem! Reader’s first time together, maybe with a little bit of soft dom Eddie please!

thank you so much! 💚✨

Thank youuu anon!!! 😘 I love writing about Eddie more than any other character tbh 😬 😅.. 💚 I'm so in love with him 💚

Love at First Sight -----------------------------------------------

There's so many different headcanons about him but here's the first few that come to mind.

Subject: Pure fluff, pet names, soft! dom Eddie, kiss maybe?, flirting, (sorry for misspelling and grammar)

Words: 400+

just major cuteness to go around UGH

Side notes: all of the possibilities are endless, where do I even begin?

*sobbed uncontrollably in a corner*

This handsome man can't keep his eyes off of you.

he will constantly tell you how absolutely pretty and beautiful you are.

He wants to hold your hand and brush it against his lips.

chivalry is NOT dead when it comes to Eddie. He will hold the door open for you, give you his jacket when it's raining, constantly walking right beside you to make you feel protected.

He will look deep into your eyes and hold eye contact to let you know how much he's listening to you.

He has a bad habit of brushing your loose strands behind your ears.

He loves sitting next to you and swinging his arm around any sofa/couch/chair you guys are sitting in.

SUPER controlling and protective of your relationship.

He insist in paying and he never wants you too. It's just in his nature duh.

some of the nicknames he will give you: love bun, sweet heart, honey, baby girl, princess, pretty girl, cutie pie, Ms.beautiful, mama,

He's so proud to call him his, he super affectionate in public with you

You both do everything together

He lets you borrow all of his hoodies and sweaters

YOU'RE his everything <3

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"I can't believe we are finally together" you cling on to his arm. You walk with him down the street of Gotham with the biggest grin on your face. After all of the bad exes in your life you finally met someone who would do all of the things you wanted in a boyfriend.

"I believe it, I knew eventually you would come to me" he had his hands in his loose jacket with a sheepish smile. He was so cute and wholesome as he stayed close to you. It felt so good knowing you had someone to trust. You never wanted to leave his side, he meant to so much to you now. Is this what being in love felt like? Many cute plans and fantasies flooded your mind. You couldn't wait to do so many things with him. To show everyone the sweet guy you were with. Why didn't you approach him sooner?

You both just wandering around the mall but (actually he was just following you around) he could care less about anything beside just spending time with you. The sun was setting and you grew tired from today. "You ready to go home baby?" Eddie absently offered to hold your bag as you stopped mid stride to looked at the time on your phone.

"yea, I work tomorrow unlike you" you peck a kiss on his cheek. both of you worked at the same place, but opposite ends of the building. You always miss him dearly when you guys get busy with other tasks.

"Just call in I want to lay in my bed with you it's been forever" his clingy demeanor kicked in realizing how long it's been since he had you in his arms. He needed you now and tomorrow. You were the only person who understood him and loved him for who he was. He didn't want to lose the happiness that kept him alive.

"Don't worry about them babe, you're always working extra days. We still have so much stuff we need to do at home" he caressed his rough hand on your cheek. His thumb gripped your chin. "You promised me you would cuddle and lay in bed with me right?" his soft deep voice became persuasive drawing in you like smoke. Eddie leaned in to kiss you slowly making you moan. " I promise" you peck his lips again. Eddie felt like he was on cloud nine, finally having the girl and life he dreamed of.

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much love <3

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plush-rabbit · 1 year

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Dating Headcanons - The Riddler

Request: OH MY GOD YES PLEASE GIRL I REALLY WANNA SEE UR TAKE ON THE RIDDLER AKA THE BABYGIRL ILL GET ON MY HANDS AND KNEES FOR U TO MAKE HEADCANONS FOR THAT LITTLE FREAK

TW: Abusive relationships

A/N: I did not rewatch the movie, so this is purely gonna be in vibes and this one batman/riddler fic i read (i feel like it switches a bit in pov but i hope that isn’t too much of a bother!!)

SFW:

Edward is a sweet guy. A bit odd, but sweet- you think to yourself that there’s no real harm in being nice to him. It’s Gotham- people are already on edge and just kind of horrible to one another, and you, being as naïve and hopeful for the best, think that being nice to people is something that won’t do any harm. Especially to some dorky guy who comes in and orders pie at the restaurant that you work in. He tips well, and he isn’t rude to you, nor does he make any type of pass. No harm done in being nice. But then he gets touchy and it feels off. He lets his hand linger on yours for a bit longer than normal, and tries to make conversation that ultimately falls flat. He’s awkward and nervous, and saying yes to a date can’t lead to anything bad because it’s him, your loyal customer who leaves generous tips.

It’s surprising when you find yourself actually dating the lonesome man. The date was sweet- generic, but sweet nonetheless. He was a gentleman all throughout it, taking the subway with you to drop you off at your apartment, kissing your cheek and walking away without a fuss. He doesn’t want to impose himself on you- and now he knows where you live. Purely for innocent reasons of course! He’s clingy. He hadn’t realized just how starved for human connection he was until he met you. It’s as if he can’t get enough of you, latching onto you like a stray cat, always curling against you, never wanting you to rise even if you have to do something important. He loves to hold your hand, to turn it over and trace the lines on your palm, to compare hand sizes, and watch as you interlace your hand with his. Long when you’ve fallen asleep and his hand has grown clammy in yours, he still traces over the lines and kisses every inch of skin from the tips of your fingers down to your wrist. His hands ghost over your body, feeling your pulse thump under his finger, and trace up to your shoulder and to the soft part of your neck and hold his hand around your neck.

Finally, he’s allowed to be himself around you. He’s allowed to be needy and whiny, and that he is. He complains so much, and like the good partner you are, you listen, because you’ve seen him get angry before, and it’s someone you don’t recognize. It’s the little things about him that make him, him. He gets cold easily- from the tip of his nose that turns red and cheeks that soon match, to his hands that can hardly grasp onto anything. It’s during the cold nights at Gotham, where his shabby apartment has lost its heating again, that he remembers he has you. He’ll swallow his pride and take a late train, and stand outside your door, his knuckles red and feeling far more painful with the soft knocking than they should have when you open the door. You usher him in, and warm his hands slowly, and he says nothing during this time, watching you warm his hands with your own, or blowing warm breath against him, and he takes that moment to kiss you, and you yelp because of course, he’s still cold, but when he pulls away, you hold his face with your hands, and deepen the kiss.

There weren’t many warning signs that he was a possessive man, much less an obsessive man. Perhaps what should have tipped you off was the fact that he always broke something whenever you tried to leave during an argument. He asks you about work- if there’s anyone he should be worried about, and you say no. It gets harder and harder to leave his apartment, it takes at least an hour of convincing him that you’ll call him once you get home. It takes longer to convince him that he’s the only one for you. You have to kiss him, hold him, worship the ground that he walks on, lest he gets upset. He complains so much, and like the good partner you are, you listen, because you’ve seen him get angry before, and it’s someone you don’t recognize. He starts with little things- breaking into your home, stealing a few items, pocketing a few of your underwear into his jacket pocket, going through every inch of your drawers to find something, anything really.

Being comfortable in a relationship isn’t something Edward ever thought he could attain. He’s been so preoccupied with other things, that he has grown accustomed to you, he found himself to be far more fond of you than he could have ever imagined. But he still has things to do, and you’ve been getting in the way lately. You pester him about dates, and how he doesn’t spend enough time with you, and he’s been so patient with you. He’s taken you out to eat, he’s listened to you whine about your day- he’s been a good partner. Yet, you’ve still found a way to become more of a nuisance to him, and it would only be fair for him to complain, to bitch and moan like you have. But when he complains about the rich, about children dying in cold, about how people should pay for their wealth in blood, and how he hates that you still try to act like some respectable person when you’re nothing but a waiter, suddenly he’s gone too far. He throws a tantrum when you tell him you want to leave- it doesn’t matter if it’s the location or the relationship, you want to leave him. He smashes your things and calls you awful names until you’re back in a corner and he's holding something heavy, and when you start to cry, he cries harder. He gets on his knees and cries into your stomach, apologizing and telling you never again-just that he’s so stressed, but he cares for you so much that he doesn’t know what he would do if you left him.

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Being a virgin isn’t something that he’s proud to admit. Anything close to being sexual makes him anxious- he isn’t sure how to tell you that he’s inexperienced. He’s been close with you, kissed you desperately, teeth clashing and hands scratching at your skin, desperately wanting to touch at your breasts and beneath your underwear. Of course, he’s touched himself, much more than usual now that you’re around, but it doesn't replace human contact- actually being intimate with another person, and knowing what you’re doing. He’s awkward, fumbling around and biting at your skin hard enough to leave his mark. The most Edward has ever gotten with you is going into your room when you aren’t home, careful to not leave a trace of himself anywhere, and sneak into your room and pull out a pair of dirty underwear that still reeks of you. He’s hidden in your closet and watched you undress yourself, watched how you let your hands roam your body and breathe heavily into the air. It’s unnerving how you don’t check in any nooks or crannies, but a blessing for him. He’ll enter your home and rub himself over your items, jerking himself onto your clean clothing, defiling every inch of your home in him, leaving everything in its place and when he gets home with you, he buries your face into a pillow that he’s already used.

He hates how clingy he is with you. It’s pathetic. He’s on top of you rubbing himself over, he’s not even kissing you anymore, he’s just rubbing himself over you. It’s desperate and gross, his mouth wetting at your neck to suck a bruise over your skin, hands pinching and clawing at your belly, giving harsher thrusts when you whine. His hands are over your breasts, pinching at your nipples and twisting them harshly to hear you whine all over again, to hear you curse and squirm underneath him. It’s uncomfortable in the room- too hot, too small, too tense for him to do anything other than rub himself over you. He absolutely loves fucking you. He loves to just hold your body close and leave a trail of wet kisses over your body. He wants to feel you, needs to be buried deep in you and stay there, have you warm his cock and take in the feeling that you’d let someone so vile and righteous to taint your body. Sometimes, he wishes that he could tie you up and leave you in his bedroom, and visit when he feels the world is a bit too much.

Looking at your sex is difficult, it’s just far too much. How you throb, glisten and drool with arousal- all for him- makes his head dizzy. He’s allowed to touch you, and he does so roughly, and poorly. He can make a bomb from scraps, but pleasing you is far too advanced for him, he licks broad strokes, and lets his spit coat all of you in some sort of primal way. He’s obsessed with your scent, pulling you close to him and shame has already left his body when he takes his time inhaling you, leaving his spit coat your sex and biting at the inside of your thighs, at the space too close to where your sex lies. Evidently, he prefers for you to pleasure him, to wrap your lips around his cockhead, and lap at his semen. It does something to him, to see you on your knees before him, spit and arousal coating your chin and mouth in a glistening veil, moaning and grabbing onto his soft thighs with your nails marking him in red crescents. You’re just so pretty when you’re on your knees, he can’t help but want to thrust into you, to hear you choke around him, to finish deep down your throat and hear you sputter out a cough when he’s finally released you.

It’s no surprise that he’s rough. It isn’t so much that he’s trying to be mean, he just can’t help it. He’s watched you at work. Of course, you have to make ends meet, so he doesn’t blame you when you lean over to pick up something on the floor, or let men touch your thigh and curve their hand inside, he has to bear it until he can get them alone. He’s not a mindless killer, but he is possessive, and there’s fear in him that you’d leave him for the next best thing, for someone to sweep you off your feet and provide for you. It’s after those thrills of kills, that he’s rough, pounding into you without any regard, clawing and biting at your skin, desperate to hear you cry his name and see tears in your eyes. He needs to be rough with you, so when you go to work the next day, you have to wear something underneath your work shirt to hide all the love bites. He wants it so you can’t look at your body without thinking of him.

Of course, he cares for you, he cherishes you so much, he loves you so much. But he's negligent and selfish in bed. Maybe it’s because it’s his first time and he’s so scared that you’d leave him that he’s trying to create all good memories for him, how you beg for him to cum, how you whine and roll your hips when he stops. How you slap his chest and lock your legs around him, pleasuring yourself when it’s clear that he’s just treating you like a sex doll. Edward can be so kind, but being deprived of any human touch has tarnished him. It’s made him selfish, seeking out his own pleasure, riding his second wave when you’ve only reached your first. When he rolls over beside you, spent and exhausted, but cock still up and red tipped, he has you ride him, hungry to feel you twitch around him. He wants nothing more than to fuck you, for you to fuck him.

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mypoisonedvine · 2 years

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👀 Eddie with a hooker. You know you want to

yes I DO want to and I have another one to add in to make it kind of a combo request... also this gets a bit darker as it goes on so watch out!

"Honey, I'm home!"

You'd never done anything like this before; you'd never been offered so much to do it.

You turned to look over your shoulder, not letting go of the pan and spatula. When you did, you saw Edward standing in the doorway, shrugging off his heavy jacket and hanging it up on the rack; you saw the ring on his hand catch the light, and saw that it matched the one he'd given you to wear. He must've just put it on outside the door.

"Hey babe," you greeted him, "dinner's almost ready!"

"Smells delicious," he grinned, approaching you as you stirred the food in the pan. You resisted the urge to jump when he put his hands on your shoulders and leaned in to kiss your cheek. His glasses bumped against your temple and you had to really concentrate on not shrugging him away as he placed another kiss by your jaw.

"Eddie," you giggled coyly, "I'm trying to cook!"

"I just can't help it," he purred, "you're so beautiful. Are you gonna tell me a man can't kiss his own wife?"

Yeah, it was going to take you a while to get used to this. You’d attempted fake relationships before— acting like a girlfriend was half your job, actually, contrary to popular belief that all Johns want is crazy kinks— but this was another level entirely. And you didn’t even know this guy… definitely not a normal first-session request. But, again, when you see the kind of cash he was flashing, you’re not one to question it too much. Including where that money is coming from if he’s living in such a small apartment.

“Oh, I like when you kiss me there,” you sighed, deciding to fall back on some classic girlfriend-experience stuff since it couldn’t be that different. “Do it again, Eddie…”

“Like this?” he taunted gently, sucking harder on the skin right at the nape of your neck, making your back arch itself a bit.

“Yes,” you moaned softly.

He moved his lips down your shoulder, pulling the strap of your dress out of the way to keep following the trail of kisses over your skin. "It's Thursday," he reminded you. "We said we would start tonight…"

"Start…?"

"Start trying," he added, and you gasped a little.

You were already speechless when you realized what he was referring to, but the way his hands rubbed your back and his lips brushed over your cheek as he spoke didn't help either. Maybe it said more about you than him that you felt so dirty and taboo for roleplaying as a husband and wife looking to get pregnant.

"I know you've wanted a baby for so long," he whispered. "I'm sorry I couldn't give one to you sooner, I was just so worried I wouldn't know how to take care of it… but I swear, I'm gonna love our baby so much, you can't even imagine— oh, you'll look so pretty pregnant, sweetie. No one's gonna believe it when they see us together, that I've got a wife as beautiful as you, carrying my child…"

"Ed— wait," you whimpered, overwhelmed by what he was describing. This wasn't part of what you'd discussed beforehand— and it was making a tingly, anxious feeling stir in the pit of your stomach.

"No, I can't wait," he soothed with a smile that peppered kisses up your neck. "I need to get you pregnant tonight, darling— I know it doesn't always take on the first try, but I feel so good about this that I just know it will."

You felt his grip tighten on your arms, just as you thought about trying to get away. You were on the pill, it was all just a fantasy, but it still poked at your primal anxiety, at something you had known for a long time was not for you.

What you couldn't figure out, then, was why you were getting wet.

"Let's go to the bedroom," Edward whispered to you, soothingly brushing his fingers over your shoulders and down your arms to your hands— he took them gently and guided you across the small apartment, your head spinning and your ears ringing.

You felt helpless to him, and that was not exactly uncommon with clients— but it wasn't what you were used to with Eddie. He wasn't that aggressive, or controlling… even if you always sensed he had a bit of a dark side. Really, though, the thing was that you didn't feel physically helpless; but, as you heard the click-clack of your heels while he dragged you to his bedroom, you felt more mentally helpless. You were falling into the role of the submissive, adoring housewife a little too easily.

The gentleness was gone in an instant as he shoved you down onto the bed, climbing onto you in a clammy, clumsy mess that gave away his own nerves.

"Tell me how bad you want this," he demanded, pinning you under his weight.

"Eddie— oh, fuck," you choked, "I— I want this so much, I want your baby… I wanna have your baby—"

"Mhm?" he encouraged you, biting his lip as he looked down at you.

“I wanna be pregnant— get me pregnant tonight, please,” you begged.

He kissed you again, rough and dominant with his tongue shoved deep into your mouth. You hummed, almost in protest, but the sound was muffled and ultimately useless. As he pushed up the bottom of your dress and shoved his pants down hastily, his cock sprung free and pressed against you— he was already so hard, and dripping, and oh god he wasn’t going to put a condom on and you weren’t going to stop him.

“M’gonna knock you up,” he promised as he shoved himself inside you all at once. He gasped, you whined, and he started fucking you right away— no time to adjust, no slow stroke into you, just fast, desperate thrusts as he panted and hovered above your face. “Oh— oh fuck, I’m gonna breed you. That’s what you want?”

You nodded and bit your lip, struggling to stay still— but he held you down, hands wrapping around your wrists and tightening until you yelped quietly. You were going to have bruises in the morning, you could tell already.

“You want a baby?” he continued. “My baby?”

“Y-your baby, I wanna have your baby,” you insisted. He moaned and fucked you even faster— not the love-making you had apparently expected when he started talking about ‘trying.’ This was a lot less romantic, and significantly less sensual, than you thought this was supposed to be. It was rough and hurried and sweaty; you felt like a toy, and you were forced to wonder if this was how he fucked his fleshlight or fist or whatever he used to take the edge off while saving up to pay you to do this. That thought, for whatever reason, made your pussy clench involuntarily around him.

“Oh, fuck,” he grunted, “you want me come? I’m so close…”

You weren’t exactly surprised, he did have that two-pump chump look about him, you’d thought so from the very beginning. What surprised you was how close you were, from so little action. You weren’t actually into this whole breeding thing, were you?

“Take it all,” he ordered, “take all my come, every fucking drop— and say thank you.”

Fuck, okay; this guy was just all over the place. Dominant, yet desperate. Romantic, but ruthless. You really didn’t know what to think… although, right now you conveniently couldn’t think of anything at all. He was literally fucking you stupid. “P-please, come in me, Eddie,” you gasped, “I’m yours— make me yours, baby—”

“Fuck!” he shouted, and all at once you felt that heat start to fill you as he pressed his hips up right to yours; he buried himself so deep in you that it nearly hurt, and even though he’d basically stopped moving, somehow at that very moment you came.

Shutting your eyes tight, and felt your whole body tense up and relax in random waves, slickness starting to leak out around him even though you knew his come wasn’t going anywhere until he pulled out. He breathed heavily into the crook of your neck, going limp on top of you as each exhale made you even more uncomfortably damp.

“Oh my god,” he groaned, “you… you’re coming…”

You were sort of hoping he wouldn’t notice. Instead, he reached between your bodies and pinched your clit, making you gasp and tighten around him suddenly. You were so sensitive that it almost hurt, but you didn’t even ask him to stop because you figured he wouldn’t anyways.

“Keep going,” he whispered, “keep milking my cock— that’s it, fuck you’re so good…”

He pinched your clit harder until you cried out, and you felt him smile against your cheek.

"What do you say?" he prompted condescendingly, and it took you a second to remember what he meant.

"Thank you," you breathed, and just when you thought you'd done what he wanted enough to get out of here soon, he held you tight and rolled onto his back so you were on top of him.

He was still inside you; he was still hard. And from the way he looked up at you through those glasses (that were just starting to get clear again after fogging up pretty badly), you could tell he still wanted more from you. "Take your dress off," he insisted, and you heard him purr slightly as you lifted the dress up over your head. You felt his hands run up your thighs, over your waist, grabbing greedy handfuls of your tits until you noticed his cock flex inside you. "So fuckin' pretty," he cooed, "my pretty wife."

"Mhm," you answered half-heartedly as you tossed the dress aside— he pulled you down quickly into a sloppy, slow-ish kiss, running his hands up your back and back down again until his hands were holding your ass.

But he wasn't just copping a feel, he was starting to guide you until you rocked slowly on top of him, the friction awakening some soreness inside you. "Mm," he hummed contentedly just before he broke the kiss, looking up at you with a slightly-mischievous smile. "One load isn't enough for you, is it?"

He taunted you as if this was what you wanted and not his fantasy. You were a little insulted, almost enough to break the illusion and call him out for keeping you past when he was supposed to since he already came.

"I'll give you more, baby," he promised, "I'll make sure you're pregnant tonight— but you're gonna have to work for it."

Just when you thought about disobeying him, his grip on your hips tightened painfully, and you whimpered under your breath. He was stronger than you, you were in his apartment... and he'd already paid. You weren't sure if he was really dangerous— in most ways, he seemed like the most harmless guy you'd ever worked with, but you were a little too smart to believe that was actually true. Still, you figured you were safest doing what he said for the time being.

He watched you start to really ride him, his smile falling into a look of silent awe as you moved your hips on top of him. You wouldn't have stayed if you had known he was going to keep you here all night; you wouldn't have ever come here if you knew he'd been stalking you for weeks beforehand.

But you couldn't have known that then. Maybe, if you'd been paying close attention, you could've figured out that he wasn't planning to let you leave any time soon. But you were never very good at solving puzzles... good thing he was going to be there to do them all for you from now on.

#j.d.'s 15k celebration #edward naston x reader #the riddler x reader #edward nashton smut #soft!dark edward nashton

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sardonic-the-writer · 9 months

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Opening requests up for The Batman and The Batman only because. Robert Pattinson. And Paul Dano.

#yeah #the batman #the batman x reader #batman #batman x reader #the riddler #riddler #the riddler x reader #riddler x reader #edward nashton #edward naston x reader #bruce wayne #bruce wayne x reader

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sweetiebelllamb · 5 months

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Is there like actually no dano riddler x black reader fics or am I just not looking hard enough????????????????

A little melanin in his life would probably be very beneficial!!!!

#like really?!? none?! i can’t find i single one?!?! WERE ARE THEY!!???#do I have to go the the deepest corners of the Internet to find them or something??????#i don’t think I’ve seen any fics for black readers with any Paul characters really?#edward nashton #dano riddler #paul dano fanfic #paul dano #the batman #edward naston x reader #Edward nashton x black reader #black reader

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theehoneeybee · 3 months

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Late Night Sugar Fix

pairing: Edward Naston/gn!reader word count: 1.3k warnings: swearing, brief mentions of murder, implied stalking, usual Gotham things

synopsis: the night shift at the diner was always quiet, few people willing to venture out into Gotham at night, except for one regular who came in on an almost nightly basis.

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a/n: i'm back in my paul dano era. I used to write for him back on an old blog of mine and it's nice to do it again :)

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Another slow night. The drops of rain trailing down the window carried the colours of the glowing city lights with them. The small, old TV perched in the corner re-aired news segments from earlier in the week. The sounds barely reached your ears and the subtitles lagged behind the speech.

The diner had become quieter over the past couple of weeks. With two vigilantes using the city as an oversized playground, and crime at an all time high, people weren't too keen to leave the house. Especially at night.

There was a few regulars who still came in, fellow night shift workers coming in for a much needed cup of coffee after a long day. The familiar chiming of the bell pulled your head away from the TV, turning around in your chair to greet the stranger.

His back was turned to you, his green jacket decorated with dark spots from raindrops. He set his umbrella gently down by the door and shuffled over the the bench, taking a seat on the cracked black leather stools.

"Evening," you greeted him. "What can I get started for you?"

The man barely makes eye contact with you. "A cup of coffee please, and, um, do you have any pumpkin pie?"

The clear frames of his glasses rested on the bridge of his nose, little droplets of water clinging onto the lenses. His soft brown hair stuck to his forehead. The umbrella must not have done its job. You gave him a nod and went out the back to prepare his order.

Once you came back, the man had cleaned off his glasses and his attention was now focused on the TV screen. You placed down the food, matching his gaze to look up at the screen.

It was a repeat of a news story from earlier in the day. 'The Riddler terrorises Gotham' the subtitles read, the face of the news reporter was replaced with one of the Riddler's infamous livestreams. The reported called him all sorts of names, 'murderer', 'villain', 'terrorist'. You couldn't help the small scoff that left your lips. This caught the strangers attention, half turning his head to look at you through the corner of his eye.

"Look, I don't agree with the killing," you quickly tried to justify yourself, hoping you hadn't offended him. "But at least he's doing something. I know too many people who have suffered because the cops don't do shit."

An emotion you couldn't quite place flashed on his eyes, leaving just as quickly as it appeared. He nodded, looking back at the TV. "Someone had to do something."

You spend the rest of the evening aimlessly scribbling in your notepad, occasionally turning to the TV for some lacklustre entertainment. The man left, giving you a small nod on his way out. As you cleaned up the plates, wiping down the counter, you glanced at the door.

He left his umbrella.

You leant against the counter, idly flicking between the pages of a newspaper that a customer had left behind.

"I speak without a mouth and hear without ears," you read the riddle printed on the thin pages aloud, "I have no body, but come alive with the wind. What am I?"

"An echo." The answer made you jump, no longer alone in the diner. "The riddle," the man gestures to the newspaper in your hands, "It's an echo."

The same man from yesterday with the clear frames and mousey brown hair was back. You never even heard the door bell ring. Same routine as last night, he sits down and orders a slice of pumpkin pie and coffee. You watched him out of the corner of your eye as he ate, filling in the puzzles from a newspaper of his own.

Strange, you settled on, was the best way to describe him. He kept his head down, occasionally shifting awkwardly in his seat and adjusting his glasses, a nervous habit. Strange, yes, but he also was also endearing. Or maybe you just pitied him, the same way a sad puppy is both adorable and heart breaking.

The man was about to leave, folding the newspaper into a neat little rectangle and tucking it into his jacket. Before he had a chance to go, you dashed into the back of the diner to reunite him with his forgotten umbrella.

"Wait!" you called out to him, "you forgot your umbrella yesterday."

"Oh," he says quietly. "Thank you." He took the umbrella from your hands.

"I never got your name, by the way. I know all my regulars by their names," you explained.

He stares at you, eyes obscured by the reflection of light on his lenses, expression unreadable. "Edward," he finally introduces himself.

It was around the time that Edward began to frequent the diner that you began to notice strange occurrences.

When you would walk back to your apartment, the sun barely peaking over the tall city buildings, it felt like you were being followed. You could feel a pair of eyes searing into the back of your head. A wave of relief would wash over you once you finally stepped into your apartment.

On one of the few nights off you had, you were laying on the couch when a card was slipped under your front door. Getting up from your comfortable spot, you half-opened the door and peered down the hallway. Empty. It was a small greeting card with a cartoon owl of the front with the text 'owl always love you' written in cursive.

'I have keys but no locks. You can enter, but you can’t go outside. I have space but no room. What am I?' was scribbled messily on the inside of the card.

You didn't sleep that night.

You and Edward had developed an unspoken friendship. Each night you found yourself looking for forward to his visit. While you didn't talk very much, there was a mutual enjoyment of each others company. He would help you solve the puzzles in forgotten newspapers. Edward was very intelligent, always quick to answer. While he liked crosswords and dabbled in sudoku, you learnt riddles were his favourite.

"Are you any good with computers?"

Edward looked up from his puzzle, "I'm okay. Why?"

"Well I've been having this issue with my laptop," you explained. Whenever you tried to use it, it would work for about a minute before the screen blanked. Only a small question mark could be seen, flickering in the top right of the screen. You didn't want to waste your money bringing it to a repair shop or buying a new one, so your best bet was asking Edward. "It's probably a virus from one of those shitty free streaming sites."

"I can come take a look at it."

You scribbled your phone number down on a scrap piece of paper. "Thank you so much."

You had texted back and forth with Edward to arrange a time for him to come to your apartment to look at the laptop. Was it the smartest move to invite an almost-stranger into your apartment? No, but Edward seemed trustworthy enough.

'I'll be there soon :)' his message read.

Soon, there was a knock on your door and you were letting Edward into your apartment. He took a seat at your desk as you booted up your laptop.

"It'll be fine for a few minutes and then-" the screen went black. "Bam!"

Edward adjusted his glasses, bringing the laptop closer. "Yeah, I see what you mean." You watched anxiously as he fiddled around with it to little success.

"I don't think I'm going to be able to fix it here," Edward explained. "However, if I hook it up to my computer at home I should be able to get the virus off it."

"So it can be fixed? I don't need to buy a new laptop?" Edward shook his head no. "Oh, thank you! You don't mind doing it do you?"

"It's okay. I'll give it back to you at work tomorrow."

You thanked Edward profusely as he left your apartment, laptop in hand. When you sat down on the couch, fear punched you in the stomach. The blood drained from your face when your realised that,

You never gave Edward your address.

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zv5x · 2 years

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How can one person be this delusional?! It's pissing me off 🤬! You can literaly hit him in the face with a brick that has 'I hate you' writen on it and he still wouldn't get it. (Love your writing btw)

To Edward, everyone is to blame except him. And when it eventually solidifies that he is in fact being blamed by you, acceptance is the last thing he will have in mind. To him, you are a perfectly white teddy bear being smearn in the gutter by city officials and even your own friends. Edward constantly denies anything being wrong with your relationship and will deflect any and all wrongdoings on another party, all to save his ego.

Locking your windows because of the increased appearances of the Riddler? He knows criminals are scattered across Gotham like rats. You could be locking up your residence for a plethora of different reasons, though he knows for a fact that that reason isn't him.

Verbally expressing fear of the Riddler around your friends? That's the problem. It's your friends. They're a horrible influence on you and it's as simple as that. When you're with him, you won't have to worry about being surrounded by those jocks and whores you call a friend group. All you'll need is him, and Edward will be more than simply livid if you disagree.

I think it goes without saying on this blog that Edward Naston is willing to go to inhumane and vile lengths to gain your consentual affections. Though, Edward firmly believes you love him. He's not fighting for that, he thinks he already has it. He's fighting for a world where you feel comfortable enough to express that love. Kissing him and hugging him, especially in public, is the purest fertilizer to his ego. He needs you like a drophead needs their fill. You're etched into his veins at this point, your DNA pumping through his blood and drawing permanent pictures in his head. You need him. You're helpless alone. You can barely even take care of yourself. You need him. Just like he needs you.

If he has to ruin your life, head, relationships or anything and everything just for a simple kiss on the cheek, Edward will do it. He expects praise from his beloved afterwards, though. It's only fair you reward him he feels, rather than lead him on because of societal conditioning..don't you agree?

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bruceisalovelyname · 1 year

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ed Eddie edward naston

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#edward nashton fanart #the riddler #paul dano #the batman #dano riddler #edward nashton #danonation #riddlebat

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scleracentipede · 10 months

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“I get to use in you in my evil science experiments but in return you get a little kiss” - Scarecrow probably

can be seen as sequel to this but can also just be it’s own thing

#jonathan crane #edward nigma #edward nygma #edward naston #damn he has a lot of names #riddler #scriddler #t4t scriddler #sceleraverse #artists on tumblr #queer artist #digital art #trans artist #disabled artist #batman #dr jonathan crane

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marvelmaniac2000 · 1 year

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The Riddler - (Edward x Reader) 💚 Ch.1

Summary: Edward can’t help seeing you struggle with your day to day life, if only there was a way to make it more tolerable.

Subject: Deep! meaningful fluff, eventually will turn into smuts in upcoming chapters, desperation, submissive kink, savior kink, Being pampered/babied kink, stalking, minor depression,

MATURE 18+/ MISPELLING GRAMMAR APOLOGIES

Words: 1.4k

Characters: Edward Nashton x Reader (college fem! reader)

Ch. 2 3

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Mannn I miss writing so much but coming up with something can be hard. Either way I think the riddler is such a guilty pleasure. He’s technically the perfect obsessive bf.

Will I ever catch a break? You listened to your alarm echo above your ear, reminding you of the vague world that you must come to terms with. Much of your back seemed a bit sore from the night before serving many customers at the cafe. You slowly rolled out of bed and turned your cheap fan off that cooled your room. Almost all of your hair stuck to your neck and face from the sticky temperature throughout the night.

You examine your face in the bathroom mirror before turning on the shower. Much of your problems and responsibilities come pouring into your mind to remind you of what needs to be done before you leave your mom’s house for the day.

Ugh.

Being the age that you are didn’t make sense to why you still lived with your mother and was working multiple jobs to pay your bills. Between trying to find a career, working and life it seemed impossible to obtain. Who knew adulting was so hard...

The steam from the hot shower hugged your skin. You grin in envy looking at your selection of body washes and shampoos you love buying. The body wash you choose for the day smelled like pure coconut and vanilla bean cream. You enjoy the moment of complete serenity washing over you.

After then, you finish showering and getting ready for your shift. You handle the morning routine of tidying up the kitchen before heading out the door. If I lived in my own place I wouldn't have to worry about any of that crap unless I wanted to. Some days weren’t meant to have routine (That’s what Edward told me anyway) and since then your life became a little bit more tolerable.

You start making your way to your local cafe to start your shift for the day. You’ve worked here for quite some time and couldn’t believe how much time has passed by. The glass door is stained by small hand prints and plastered posters of today’s specials. You walk in with a deep breath ready to tackle the day ahead.

Edward was your favorite customer, he reminded you of the sweet nerdy boys that always gave the girls the love and respect they needed. Sometimes in the morning he liked walking past the cafe just to see you before he went to his own job. He knew your schedule by heart but he didn’t suspect you to be working for the seventh day straight. No human being should ever work so many hours. It would take such a toll on his lovely girl. So this time he made it his mission to come see you to fix whatever was going on in your life.

Edward quietly walked toward the counter and pushed the rim of his glasses up before meeting your gaze. “ Oh I see you working again huh?” you turned the oven on behind you and adjusted the tip jar on top of the counter. You gave out a huge sigh and turned to face your customer you loved dearly. “Yeah I might as well right? Time stops for no one” you looked at how adorable he was in front of you. From his baggy plaid jacket and big puppy brown eyes.

The sunlight had not hit the sky just yet and only you and him were in this empty store. You felt so tired and exhausted but seeing him for some reason created this bond like no other.

“(Y/N) are you okay?” He gently leaned his arms against the counter. The bags under your eyes showed a different story but you weren’t going to tell him that. You didn’t want to be some pity party to a man you barely knew. You didn’t respond and instead gave him a free cookie and his usual coffee. Eddie furrowed his brows and watched you walk around the counter toward him. “I promise I’m okay Eddie but I need to ask you a favor” your voice became a little low when it came to confrontation.

Edward hardly had conversations like this before with you but he knew how much he truly loved you. He already knew what your life was like and anticipated the very thing you yearned to have. Independence. His mind raced thinking of you living together, watching your every move and being able to caress your body at night knowing you belong to him. But he couldn’t do that yet with you. You were just a potential roommate but to him you meant much more. Edward’s face grew flush realizing the perverse things he couldn’t wait to do to you. But more than anything he can finally have you to himself. And no one else.

“I’m all ears” he composed himself ready to hear his love bun ask the very question.

“Have you ever considered a roommate?” you dig your eyes searching for an answer.

“I never had one but if you need somewhere to stay I would be happy to live with you” Edward knew he was such a manipulator but he didn’t care. Whatever it takes to keep you near was the very thing he lived for. How can anyone deny those luscious eyes, and soft face you greeted him with everyday? Nothing will compare to how you made him feel.

You beamed with excitement knowing this was your chance to finally gain some momentum into your adult life.

“Are you being forreal? Are you sure? I don’t want to force it ya know?” you began to ramble on until Edward cupped your soft cheeks into his hands.

“(Y/N) it’s okay, for now on I will be the one to take care of you” Edward felt something inside himself sparked a fury of determination knowing he would always be the one to protect you and be there for you. Your eyelashes flutter realizing how close your mouth was to his.

Edward retracted his hands back realizing what he had done. “Sorry I didn’t mean to invade your privacy-” “Noo please don’t apologize please” you desperately wanted him to touch you back more. You never experienced what it was like to have someone who actually liked you show such affection. You caressed his rosy red cheek and softly laid your lips onto his. Edward eagerly kissed you back wanting to taste every part of your mouth.

You break the kiss and awkwardly look the other way. “Let me give you my phone number and then we can start from there right?” Edward took his phone out and handed it over to you.

You added your phone number with an emoji next to it. “I’ll text you and then we can start from there right?” Edward realized the time on his phone but didn’t want to part ways with you yet.

You stood there in awe with your hands tucked in your apron. “Yeah okay” you gently reassured him. How could someone be so innocent, and pure toward you. You wanted this feeling to last, but how could you? Something like this will never last forever you thought. “I’ll be back to come see you.. uh at what time do you get off?” Edward needed to know every detail, he wanted this move to be perfect. He wanted nothing to go wrong. “Seven. I should be done” you gave him a smile and returned to your work. He tucked his hands in his sleeve, left the door and disappeared into the working crowd.

A few moments later your foot crinkled on a piece of paper

“Wha..-” you squinted down and look at a note slipped wedged between the doorway to the kitchen.

BE CAREFUL. LOVE IS ALWAYS BLIND.

You quiver just a bit but not enough to startle you. No this isn’t real. You look up and immediately crumple up the piece of paper. that batman some freak recently has been going around Gotham sticking his nose in people’s business. Well lucky enough for you, you could care less. You toss the paper in the garbage and continue on your day.

please! leave any feedback/likes/comments <3 Thanks to anyone who supports us lil fanfic writers. we do it for yall!

to be continued soon!

#the batman #the riddler #bruce wayne #riddler fanfic #riddler smut #riddler x reader #edward naston #edward naston smut #edward naston x reader #writng #love story #fanfic #dc universe #edward naston fanfic #paul dano #paul dano fanfic #paul dano x reader #paul dano smut #ao3

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d-field22-blog · 10 months

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First appearance: Detective Comics #140(October, 1948)

Story: Riddle me this. Riddle me that. Whose the man determine to defeat the Bat? The Riddler is an intelligent fellow who never likes to get his hands dirty. Leaving complex clues and messages to his crimes before he commits them. All to test the wit and might of the Dark Knight. Though lacking in brawn, Riddler certainly makes up for half of it in brain power. With a vast knowledge of machinery, computing, and a wide variety of puzzles, riddles and death traps to his disposal, the Riddler will stop at nothing to become Gotham's cleverest carbon based life form.

Bio Real name: Edward Naston " aka Edward Nigma" Occupation: Master Criminal Base of Operation: Gotham City Eyes: Green Hair: Brown Height: 5ft 11in Weight: 160 lbs

Attributes: Compulsion to create Riddles, puzzles and convoluted death traps. Highly intelligent which leads to extreme overconfidence. Master Engineer Compulsive need for attention. Driven by the need to test his wit. Master of computing programs.

Dream voice actor: Wally Wingert. He does the Riddler so well, that it's almost as if Wally was born to play Edward. John Glover will always be held on high regard for me for giving Riddler his smug personality to begin with, but there are some people who do it so much better. I like Jim Carrey as well, and I think that he can do a great Riddler. Just needs the right script.

Featured song: The Riddler by Frank Gorshin. The name alone should sell you to why this is the song for Riddler, I mean come on! Especially when you get the legendary Frank Gorshin to sing it. How could I not make this Riddler's featured song?

#drawing #batman #theriddler #edward nygma #batmanfanart #roguesgallery #batman riddler #batman rogues gallery #dc comics #dc comics batman #fan art #batman fan art #batman villains #riddler

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shyjusticewarrior · 2 years

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I'd like to hear about this gotham oc, please do tell

Her name is Evelyn, she has the nickname "Eve" Pronouns: she/her.

Sexuality: aroace

Personality: fiercely loyal and protective to her friends, workaholic, smart, quippy, impulsive, soft spot for children- especially orphans, honorable criminal.

Appearance: height is 5'7, red hair (like Miss Kringle's) that's curly (like Gertrud's), brown eyes, patches of scarring that resemble snake scales on her body, a scar that resembles an apple on her throat.

She was raised in a religious orphanage that trained the children to be their life long assassins and to be obedient to them. Evelyn was viewed as someone who needed to be kept from straying like Eve in Bible. She was best friends with another girl at the orphanage, Eden. One day they got in trouble and were made to fight to the death. Eden's death solidified Eve's reputation as trouble, so she didn't make any new friends at the orphanage.

She did make a new friend at school tho: Edward Naston (later to be named Edward Nygma.) She eventually figures out Ed's father beats him and tells the adults like the school PSAs say, but his dad's a cop so nothing happens to him and it gets worse for Ed. She considers killing Ed's father, but then his mother abandons him and Eve doesn't want him to end up in the orphanage. So instead she kills the man in the GCPD responsible for letting him off the hook. Her doing this w/o permission is not looked upon kindly. They take her out of school and don't allow her to see Ed anymore.

She gained the scar on her throat because she snooped during a delivery to the orphanage, a genetically engineered snake. It bit her in the throat and she was left to die. She survived and gained very advanced cognitive ability. She becomes the best assassin there so that they can't afford to lose her. They do still punish her; through pouring venom from the snake on her, causing her other scars.

In adulthood she saves Oswald's life while taking out a hit at Mooney's. She gets the idea to audition to work for Fish to escape the orphanage. Oswald gives her advice and she's accepted by Fish. She works for Fish for a little while before they come back to get her. Falcone insists Fish let her go cause she's not worth the trouble.

During the Gotham timeline Ed and Oswald help her take down the leader and replace them. She separates the assassin group and orphanage and lets the adult members pick which they wanna work for.

#gotham #tv #my ocs #dc #oswald cobblepot #the penguin #ed nygma #the riddler #aroace #asexual #aromantic #lgbtq+#nygmobblepot #riddlebird #fish mooney #cw child abuse

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