#edward nashton x female reader

[starlightsearches]

Hunger Pangs

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

Edward Nashton x Femme! Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Eddie feels sick that he could be this selfish.

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

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

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

"Eddie?"

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

"Yeah?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Mhmm, whenever."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[plentyoffandoms]

I am going to finish up the requests I have which are about 13 or so, which is all for wrestling except for one which is Javier Peña.

My requests will remain closed as I will focus my writing on the stories I have already going on.

Which are:

Chris Evans x f/Reader

Wardlow x f/Reader

George Luz x f/Reader

Orange Cassidy x f/Reader

Kenny Omega x f/Reader

Angel Reyes x f/Reader

The Riddler x f/Reader

Finn Shelby x f/Reader

Michael Gray x f/Reader

Jack Nelson x f/Reader

Serial Killer! Eddie Kingston x f/Reader

Mob!wrestlers x f/Reader

Joaquín Torres x f/Reader

Lee Bodecker x f/Reader

#chris evans x female reader #george luz x female reader #wardlow x female reader #orange cassidy x female reader #angel reyes x female reader #kenny omega x female reader #finn shelby x female reader #Michael gray x female reader #wrestler #wrestler x female reader #wrestlers #peaky blinders #peaky blinders fanfic #mayans x female reader #band of brothers #dcu #the riddle x female reader #edward nashton x female reader #eddie kingston x female reader #Joaquín torres x female reader #mcu #lee bodecker x female reader

[lulidragon]

Him is so lovely

#paul dano #the fabelmans #the batman #edward nashton #burt fabelman #The Riddler #paul dano x you #paul dano x reader #paul dano x male reader #paul dano x female reader burt fabelman x you #burt fabelman x reader #paul dano okja #okja

[onlinesuccubus]

¡¡KLITZ SITTING ON YOUR LAP!!

anyone else really want a nice, shy, lanky, quiet, pathetic harvard nerd boy to come sit on their lap or is it just me???

no gender mentioned but the term “role reversal” is mentioned once or twice

also this is formatted half like a fanfic and half like headcannons

sfw & nsfw

SFW~

•he almost had a stroke initiating a kiss after you asked him out and that kiss took him weeks of eli and matt hyping him up.

•there’s no way he would ever sit on your lap purposefully.

•especially since he felt he was too tall to be babied like that which is absolute nonsense imo

•once eli jokingly sat in your lap and klitz almost punched him out of jealousy

•ever since then he’d dream about him sitting on your plush thighs with your arms wrapped around him

•you made yourself comfortable on his bed one day, your back against his wall and your head leaned back as you looked at your beautiful boyfriend hunched over a stack of papers.

• “klitzy, why would you invite me over if you’re just gonna do homework all day”

•you weren’t typically clingy or needy but today was just one of those days that you woke up extra appreciative of your boyfriend and wanted to appreciate him up close.

•”it’s only been an hour, plus i’m almost done..just need one more paragraph and i’m all yours..”

•when he finally stood up from finishing up his work his back and neck made an awful sequence of clicking noises as he stretched.

•he grimaced at the unpleasant stinging of a pinched nerve in between his shoulder blades.

•you stuck out your arms for him to get into and he painfully crawled up his bed to you.

•before he could get to lay in your arms you pat your thighs

•his eyebrows furrowed under his bangs

• “come onnn sit down, you know you want to” your eyebrows wiggled in a jokingly flirty way.

•he reluctantly sat down on your lap, waiting for you to push him off for his weight or the odd role reversal dynamic happening

• “why am I sitting on your lap?”

•”you’ll see, now scoot closer to me and sit up tall”

•his ears felt like they were on fire when his chest was against yours and he was now towering over you again.

•did he save a planet in his previous life??

•you looked up at him and stared in his eyes adoringly, your hands reached for his wrists and pushed them behind his back gently.

•“relax and breathe in”

•”wait, what- why-”

CRACK

•you pushed back on his arms with hard pressure and you cracked his entire back.

•he let out a loud high pitched moan at this sudden relief that you could’ve sworn you’ve heard on an adult video eli showed you

•his pale face turned bright red and he quickly hid his face in the crook of your neck

•“let’s never speak of this please”

•your hand reach up to his back and you rubbed circles in hopes he would face you again

• “you’re gonna have to look at me to make me promise you that, pretty boy”

•this touch starved boy refused to let you go the rest of the night

NSFW~

•oh boy, after he gets a taste of sitting on your lap he refuses to sit anywhere else when you’re both alone

•something about the way you pull him down to kiss him when he’s sat on you

•and when your cold hands start roaming and slide under his shirt and on his feminine-like waist

•ooh and he loves when you squeeze his thighs when you get riled up from his tongue teasing yours

•seriously how many planets did he save in his previous life because he’s in heaven

•he pops a boner when he eats a good slice of pizza so this- yeah he’s creaming his pants when you two get intimate like this

•this time however you try something a little different~~

• “why do I have to sit in front of a mirror like this, do you have some weird fetish with seeing me insecure?”

•you simply asked him to sit on your lap facing away from him in front of the mirror pantsless, this wasn’t anything crazy you were asking right??

• “trust me, you’re gonna enjoy this, also I don’t have a fetish for you insecure I have a fetish for you being humiliated by me”

•he gulped at your hands spreading his legs for him

•you were always extra handsy when he sat on your lap

•actually you’re always handsy

•but now you’re able to run your hands softly in his inner thighs, over the hot skin on his flat tummy under his shirt that you couldn’t convince him to take off in front of the mirror

•your cold fingertips ghosted over his perked nipples in hopes that you’d get some sort of reaction from him

•and that you did

•his dick visibly twitched in his boxers at your light touch and he let out a soft gasp

•you both looked at each other in the mirror with a shocked expression

•”fuck..do that again…please?”

•this time your index fingers flick up and down rapidly against the perked buds

•he throws his head back against your shoulder and every once in a while he bucks his hips in the air for some relief

•your hand reaches up to the back of his head and you push his head forward so he looks straight ahead in the mirror

•his hair is messy from thrashing around, his foggy glasses barely balancing on the tip of his nose, and his eyes were hooded, begging for relief.

• “keep your eyes open on the mirror, if you look away or close your eyes i’ll stop, deal?”

•he wants to argue but the pain between his legs is stronger than his insecurities right now so he agrees.

•when you finally give in and start jerking him off he feels euphoric

•his tip leaks another pearl of precum when your other hand starts toying with his nipple simultaneously with the fast pace you have on his dick.

• the poor touch starved boy is overstimulated with all this sudden affection

•one hand flicking his nipple, the other toying with his leaky tip, and you wrapped around him like a python around its prey

•it’s even more erotic and humiliating that you’re making him watch himself in his current euphoric state, whispering dirty words in his ear about how slutty he looks and how if any of his friends walked in he’d look so pathetic

•he could have taken his glasses off if he didn’t want to see but something in him wanted to see everything going on, wanted to see you slutting him out

•he doesn’t last long and he’s soon curling his toes and letting out a long drawn out moan as ribbons of cum shoot on his shirt

•once he recovers and his glasses clear up again he sits up and you pull his head back to attach your lips to his in a long kiss

#paul dano #klitz x reader #the girl next door #klitz the girl next door #klitz x gn! reader #klitz x male reader #klitz x female reader #sub!klitz #edward nashton #dom!reader #klitz headcanon #klitz imagine

[annika-thelostlove]

The second time, you chose right - part 1 // Edward nashton x fem!reader

Word count // 3816

Summary // In an Alternate timeline Edward Nashton quits his job as a forensic accountant in Gotham city to become an IT support for a lawfirm. You notice the new guy at your work, eddie. He's chubby and quiet and shy, and you think it might just be love at first sight.

Authors note // I got waaaaay into building your character, I'm sorry. You're kinda a crazy person and have a dark past. But you're perfect for Edward

Warnings // mature fic, twisted fluff and angst, dark past from both of them, past muĺrder and crimes, morally grey, sexual themes, attempted sexual assult, stalking, but mostly being in love with Edward ❤

Can be read as a oneshot

Part 2

Eddie's gained some more weight, he's noticed it because he's had to use the next larger belt hole when he puts on his pants now. It should be the least of his problems, but it's another hit on his self esteem that he's very carefully been trying to build since quitting his forensics job.

He focuses on the positives, seeing a therapist in the last few years changed the direction of his life and for the better. He could be in worse mental and emotional conditions by now if he kept discovering more horrible things about Gotham crimes. He was glad for that day in the ally, meeting Batman, the hope incarnate. Finally there was someone to bring light in this city. Edward passed all burdens of duty, of making the city better to the Batman, and left the life of vengeance and violence behind.

He gathered as much evidence he could, and did his best not to become obsessed with the injustice of it all, and then anonymously tipped off evidence to batman. That was more than a year ago. Hes in a much better place now. If he wants to help the city, he has to do it with a clear mind. He's accepted that he's a genius after all, as many others have complimented him in the past. He knows his worth. Now in a good stable job, a new career in IT at a small law firm, he has a nice boss, and the people at work are decent enough to send him little gifts on public holidays.

And then at night he becomes the online hacker vigilante 'nigma', stealing money from the rich, and giving to the poor.

But sometimes things like this make his days hard. Eddie slowly grabs at his love handles, and grips it hard. He sighs. He doesn't know when he's ever felt attractive. But I guess his life has never felt privileged enough for him to care about his appearance till now. He guesses it's a testament to a better quality of life. He read that somewhere, he thinks. Edward is not quite sure he believes it. He throws on his raincoat and gets to work.

< 💚 >

You have been peeking over from your reception desk over to the cubicles for the last year hoping to get glimpses of him when you can. You love the shape of his cheek, and his round shoulder that peeks out from his cubicle wall. He's so beautiful, you think. But he's never once looked in your direction since that first time you met. Edward nashton, he was the new guy. And you think that maybe that feeling you had the first time you saw him last year might be love at first sight.

All the men and at times the ladies in the office have all made a pass at you at some point. You think it's because since you work in reception, you have to be friendly with everyone at the front desk. Still, some part of you feels you were somewhere above average attractive, you've turned down a couple of people in the past. So maybe you're hotter than you give yourself credit for.

But Edward, he updated your computer twice since working here, and one of those times you were on a sick day. No real conversation has happened between you since you met apart from the occasional sounds of agreement from Ed.

'How has your day been?' - 'good'

'I heard you worked in forensics before!' - 'yes'

'I'm in love with your little succulent!' - 'thank you'

He has a little pump bottle sanitizer on his desk that you watch him rub into his dainty hands occasionally, a tiny little cactus plant, a funny favourite mug that's in the shape of a pill bottle that always makes you laugh, and a row of little notebooks in the corner you think are full of his thoughts and musings perhaps even poems. (They are actually great little collection of his own riddles) and alot more the little things around him that just make you fall deep into him even more. You are doomed, and hopeless, and desperately in love with Edward.

Today you will try to get his attention again. Walking by his desk you compliment him on his shirt. It's a pink button down.

"Uh, thank you." He says barely acknowledging you.

He's so uncomfortable, but not as much as he had been last Friday after he turned you down for drinks. You're sure he smiles often at the others, just not at you. You long for it.

You can't help yourself, despite getting hurt last Friday, and endless signs that he has no interest in spending time with you. You put yourself out there anyway.

What you didn't know though, was that Edward came home last Friday crying into his pillow after comming in his hand thinking about how you must have wanted to humiliate him. He thinks that of course your interest is just some sick joke that you're pursuing for a laugh.

"Well, Eddie, I know it's Monday, but- um, I'm going to a late night diner tonight, and- not the bar from last week. And I was thinking coffee was more your style- maybe, if you were free to check it out…with me."

He releases a shaky breath, and looks up at you. "I haven't…changed my mind. S-sorry."

Your palms tingle and tears prickle in your eye, he really really really doesn't want you. You put on a smile.

"Okay, okay, that's okay. Well, see ya tomorrow then!"

You rush to your desk, not knowing that Edward actually saw the genuine hurt in your eyes. He was shocked, maybe you were genuine about spending time with him. He sees you hide at your desk furiously wiping at your eyes. He feels his stomach drop, he really didn't know that it mattered to you so much. You work at reception, you're friendly with everyone. You couldn't actually be interested in him?

< 💚 >

The walk down to the club next door to the dinner was a no-brainer for you. You need to get drunk and get rid of this horrible feeling of rejection fast.

Edward follows you after work, and worriedly watches you from afar as you enter a club. you've been in there for a good hour. He's worried, maybe you've looked for a quick hook up. A horrible feeling burns in his stomach, jealousy, maybe regret, and a twist of anger. Did you only see Edward as a means to fill your own needs? Sighing, that is not possible you could want that with him of all people when he feels so, ugly. Horrible feelings are stirring within him, he fights them. Clenching his fists he takes deep breaths, he's trying to be good. He needs to be.

You finally emerged from the club, looking sad and only partly drunk. You angrily fix your jacket and begin your walk home. A few moments later a rough looking man also comes out looking around, agitated and begins to follow you. Edward quickly jumps out of his hiding spot and pursues. His nerves are up. This dosent look good. What could this man want? He tries his best to hide in the shadows.

< 💚 >

An asshole at the club wouldn't get the hint, you're not interested. So you had to leave that shithole club early.

You notice that there seems to be some footsteps behind you, following for a few minutes now. So you walk faster. You hold on to your sharp blade on your keychain inside your pocket tighter.

But before you could pull it out, someone comes out of nowhere and throws you into an alleyway. Your shoulder collides with the concrete wall and your whole arm is in pain. You are violently grabbed and held tightly with two arms around you then a small knife pushes at your throat. You try not to scream.

"Shush, it's okay it's just me from the bar, be quiet alright." That sleezy voice you heard from the club murmurs behind you.

You beg him to let you go, but he hurriedly starts to shuffle his and your clothing, tugging at yours and his pants to open unsuccessfully. You gasp and yell no, and realise exactly what the asshole wants.

In your struggle you manage to pull your arm free with your small sharp weapon in your hand and thrust it as hard as you could into the body of flesh behind you. He grunts in pain.

But before you could stab him again, you hear a high pitch yell and another series of heavy thuds against the body that's holding you captive. The wet sound of his body being stabbed with a sharp weapon. And not yours. Someone else is here in the ally way with you.

You scream once in confusion and fall forward onto the wall, you turn to see your attacker's body fall to the ground. And another person was on him, stabbing him with a knife. You gasp in shock. You have a hero. At first you think it must be Batman. But he was not cloaked or in a mask, this man's appearance was familiar. Your heart skipped violently in your chest when you realised who it really was.

It's Edward!! He's rescuing you!

"Edward!" You say excitedly

The sound of you calling him stopped him in his trance, with a gasp he drops his weapon. As if he didn't realise what he just did. He's stabbed a man five times with his pocket knife. Frozen in shock he falls backwards on the ground.

What has he done? He looks at his hands, they are shaking and red. His glasses splattered with blood, he shakily wipes at them but it gets worse. It smudges everywhere.

You see that he's scared now. He looks lost, oh sweet Edward. But you notice the man on the ground is still breathing, and Edward is not in the condition to make a choice right now. So you make up your mind.

It's us or them. Your thoughts click into place, yes you are meant to help him, eachother, its destiny. So you hurriedly pick up his knife from the ground and finish what he started. You slice the man's neck, taking the nameless perv out of his misery.

It goes quiet, the silence was deafening between you. You look at one another in suspense. Both covered in the man's blood. You crawl over to Edward then grab his trembling hand.

"We have to go Edward. We have to hide."

He comes back for a second and sees you with those green eyes "Oh, Yes yes we should go. My apartment is just up the street."

"Okay, let's go"

The two of you hold hands dodging all street lights to stay in the dark. Despite your situation, it felt like an epic romance. Getting to run away with him in the dead of the night. The two of you make it to his door. He brings you inside, but still no words are exchanged.

He's standing very still in his apartment now, his face you can see he's thinking a mile a second even though he faces you. He seemed to finally remember your presence after noticing a little heart shaped blood splatter on your cheek.

"Oh, golly." He runs his hand through his hair and says your name in the most endearing way. "I-I ill let you use the bathroom first. It's, it's over this way" He points over to a door to his left. He doesn't look so well. But you can't help but think of how handsome he is, his face full of gentle worry. Despite the blood.

You close the bathroom door behind you, and without a second thought stripped down and used his shower.

You didn't know though that Edward out in the living room was spiralling. His head in his hands, this was the kind of thing he's been trying to fight, the person hes trying not to become. He stabbed someone tonight. Without a second thought. And planned to complete it if it wasn't for you. You. You finished it off. How, how were you going to get away with it? It's was his fault, he made you murder a man. They're gonna take you away. Somewhere, somewhere-

You step out of the bathroom forgetting that you didn't ask for spare clothes, you're glad he had a massive towel to wrap yourself in. But Edward doesn't even notice you standing there practically naked in his living room.

"Edward, honey are you alright?" No response

"Lets get you cleaned up now alright?"

You pull him along by this arm to the bathroom. His eyes distant, hes not really with you now. So you let him sit on the toilet seat and while you just fill up his bath with steamy water waiting for him.

"Eddie can I clean your clothes honey?" You test the endearment on your tongue and begin with removing his stylish glasses, he seems fine with that. Next his bloodied jacket and shoes and socks. Feeling encouraged by his calm response you try to remove his shirt, unbuttoning him. Then he grabs your arms, stopping you.

Now he finally looks shaken. His lips tremble, like there is something he just can't say. You wait for him to say them. But he's breaking apart quickly.

"Okay, it's alright, just let me hold you." You reassure him. He releases you and you take his head into your chest. "It's okay sweetheart, I want to make you feel better, make you feel clean" you repeat these words to him until it was the only thing on your mind. Same words you have used on yourself many times in the past.

Something in him finally breaks, and you feel him begin to sob into you. It's heartbreaking, he wails loudly in his own towel that you're wearing at your chest. Holding you tightly against him.

You wonder if it was his first time, seeing death, it certainly was not yours.

But you were wrong, it was not the death. His tears were from something else. It's you. He's never felt someone's affection like this. Being held, and told words of reassurance. Feeling like a treasure in your arms. In the trouble you both were in now 'how could he let this go once it's taken from him?'

Edward was inconsolable for a little while, but you love him, it was a privilege to have his tears against your chest. You soothed his back and head. He had such lovely brown hair. Giving his hairline a kiss, he calmed down enough for you to continue undressing him. You recognize this behaviour, he's dissociated for a little while. He needs some rest.

You have him naked in his tub in just a few minutes. He's only a little shy now. Trying to cover his privates while you soap him clean. It feels like a test, temptation on a silver platter. You control yourself from touching the most beautiful body you have seen. He blushes so prettily, the pink runs down his chest, and your eyes roam down to his round belly and thighs, desire heats up between your legs. But it's not the time to think about yourself, he deserves to be loved and respected.

When you're done, you try to dry him off, but he grows shy and quickly takes over wiping himself. When you two enter his bedroom he dresses himself in cotton shorts and a thin sweater, and he gives you some of his clothes to wear. You settle on a long pajama shirt, the pant were too long to wear.

"We can, talk tomorrow..about what to…do.." He quietly says and hesitates.

"We can…share the bed" his whole face turns tomato red at his own suggestion. After all what's happened tonight he feels confident that you want to be near him.

You give him a sweet hopeful grin and you both climb into bed. With your head on his chest, you smile and inhale his scent deep, and think that this is how it should always be before falling fast asleep.

______________

< One year ago >

Three new people will be added to the company. The welcome party was quite nice so far, nice little finger food, you've already put a few in your bag.

They did the same thing for you few years ago when you got this job. No one questioned how you got it. And you're so grateful for Mr. Wayne.

Six years ago you were just a teenager working at one of Salvatore Maroni's drops factory. When the drug finally killed both your brothers, you started adding undetectable poison into your own mix of drops in an attempt to get back at the dealers who sold them to kids. You killed some successfully, but not without getting innocent deaths. Whole families died from your drug mix. Fueled by hate and obsessed with cleansing the city, dozens of people died by your doing, many unnoticed and only marked off at drops overdoses, and even unfortunate bystanders had to go. Many of the deaths of mafia big names made the news, dubing you as The Pusher Killer. But after years, you couldn't carry on living with the hate in your heart and the guilt. You were suffering from the darkness of your life.

Then one day a masked man approached you and asked for locations of the drops factories in exchange for the start of a new life. The man looked alarmingly similar to the young bruce wayne you see on the news. But with the scarf and hood you couldn't confirm it. You took the deal. And here you are now with a new name and a clean start. Though what you've done, will always haunt you. The guilt follows you like a ghost, a prison you have not escaped.

The three men that have been added to your IT department, they all look a little similar to eachother. One of them has stylish translucent glasses on, maybe you should introduce yourself. He was unassuming though he was tall, and simply stood off to the side of the snacks table offering anyone who came by him a little smile. Cute.

You introduce yourself "hey I work in reception, what's your name?"

"Edward"

"Welcome to the team! But the IT and reception departments don't overlap much." He blinked a few times, trying to get a baring of things perhaps. "So I'm glad to have a chance to talk you you." He blushes and is thinking of saying something, but it's a few moments till he says it.

"What happens again, but different both times?"

"..what..?"

"It- its a riddle. What can happen again, but is different both times?"

"I..uh. um."

"Nevermind-"

"No, no, let me think for a moment"

"Kay" He waits patiently with his lips pursed together. You go through a few options first. He shakes his head, all wrong.

What can happen again, but is different both times?

Then it hits you, like opening your eyes for the first time. The answer hits home so closely, you almost feel like a child again in wonder with the wide world.

"Is it..a second chance?"

His smile blinds you, Edward shines like you've never seen anyone before. "Yes!!" He giggles. "Yes, and we will have the chance to see each other again!" He revels in both of your victories, unaware of what had just happened to you. As if he had no idea that your world just got a little brighter, because he's made you remember where you are, in the middle of your second chance. The look in his eyes, they are like yours somehow. And he knows it too. You look at him I awe, laughing along with him. While all at once you are falling.

Is this it?

"Do you- well, I know it sounds lame, but- do you believe in that?" You ask him and look past those spectacles he wears and see his big green eyes magnified and blinking down at you.

"In- in second chances?" He doesn't really think for even a second when he says. "Of course I do." And he smiles till it reaches his eyes. Oh. Of course, its him. He's the one for me. Your heart just soars.

But in the first week working there, Edward began to ignore you, you were not sure why. Edward is ashamed to say, but at that welcome party he felt special after you talked to him. But it turns out you're quite friendly with practically everyone else. He won't get his hopes up if he doesn't talk to you as often, so he just won't.

___________

< Present >

You awoke when it was still dark, checking your phone time, it says 2:33 am.

Sometime in the night Edward pulled away from you and curled up in a little ball. You look over and try to get a look at him. He's fast asleep, the way he sleeps seems a little tense. But cute nonetheless. You slowly curled over him, becoming the big spoon. He relaxes a little.

After a few minutes he begins to shiver. But not from cold. You think it's a dream. He suddenly gasps and wakes up, opening his eyes which have become glassy.

You hold him tighter, letting you know that you're there. "I'm here with you"

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, it's just me. What- what did you dream about?"

"Hmn, the same things really. From the orphanage that I was raised in. Just how…cold it was… how lonely."

"Oh eddie." You rub his skin gently. "Im sorry, but I'm glad, that it's in the past. You're here now, with me. Together. Im happy."

"You're happy with me?"

"Yes, I am"

You roll him over to face you. You see the sadness of his brow, he worries just like you. Where will all the pieces fall? The two of you will have to face whatever consequences come through from the events of Tonight. Maybe Gotham detectives will only find the body in the morning. Find you and lock you away. Maybe they don't suspect you at all. Maybe you will be together with Edward from this point on and never be found out. Maybe in a few moments they will break into Eddie's apartment and take him too.

It was a long tense pause before he responded to your bold implication about the two of you. "Well. I'm not so sure how long we have till it's all taken away."

"I won't waste time then." Your hand holds the apple of his cheek, and he closes his eyes from the feeling. Once they opened you close the distance between you and kiss him the way you've always dreamed of.

Part 2

#the second time you chose right #danonation #edward nashton x reader #paul dano #my fic #edward nashton #edward nashton x you #Edward nashton x original female character

[sommornyte]

ᴇɴQᴜɪʀɪɴɢ, ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴀ ʀɪᴅᴅʟᴇʀ/ᴇᴅᴡᴀʀᴅ ꜰᴀɴꜰɪᴄ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴘꜱʏᴄʜᴏᴛɪᴄ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇꜱᴛ?

ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴛᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ɪᴅᴇᴀꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ, ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴀ ꜱᴍᴀʟʟ ᴇᴅɪᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇꜱᴛ, (ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴀ ꜱᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇꜱᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ), ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴘꜱʏᴄʜᴏʟᴏɢɪᴄᴀʟ ᴛʜʀɪʟʟᴇʀ. ɪ’ʟʟ ᴘᴏꜱᴛ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟꜱ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ.

#edward nashton #edward nashton x reader #edward nashton imagines #paul dano #paul dano fanfic #danonation #series #the batman 2022 #the riddler x reader #the riddler imagines #the riddler #original character #female rage #mine: edits

[innammoratta]

The Problem with Smut/Lemons

So I see a lot of these everywhere, and I just feel the need to speak out about something.

In general, I can understand why some people would write and read these, but these type of fics come to a point where it's definitely not okay.

Occasionally I'll see fanfictions that have rape or sex slave kinks with x reader fanfiction. It's not glamorous or okay to imagine being sexually violated. Sure, it may seem "okay" if you like that fictional character, but what if it really happened? IRL?

I know people, myself included, who have experienced some level of sexual violation and it's very traumatizing. To glorify it in this way, with fanfiction, personally annoys me. I respect everyone's freedom to read and write what they want, but we have to be careful about what we're promoting as a community. Especially in light of all the date rape and misogynistic issues we face today.

I don't mean to shame anyone, but I just ask that everyone who sees this will try to think about this message and contemplate my point.

Stay safe everyone.

#x reader #fanfiction #feminism #female power #no means no #x you #Edward Nashton x reader #gotham x reader #smut #lemons #female reader

[danosrosegarden]

YOU WROTE IT SO WELL TY AND SO QUICK-?? tysm and I’m glad you liked the request isjdjjdjd

Could I request something to do with Eddie giving reader (with female anatomy) head and reader becoming overwhelmed with pleasure and their hand that guided him in his hair pulling away so their thighs can pull him in instead,

Post climax, fretting over him and asking if he’s alright, kissing him all over etc, brushing slicked hair to the side, wiping his chin, and him being absolutely winded but incredibly aroused from the experience, he probably came in his pants let’s be honest,

This is more a scenario than a request sorry for writing so much !! Ty again !!

- 🦷 anon

devotion - edward nashton x fem!reader (NSFW) ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆

{contains: cunnilingus with an obsessive edward, sacrilegious comparisons, very mild mentions of past trauma (nothing in detail), and one usage of a pet name (puppy).}

The way his velvet tongue laps and swirls around you is devotion. The way your fingers dance up his sweat-slicked forehead and lace themselves into his hair is prayer, joy-injected worship with both arms outstretched. His muffled groans are the striking chords of the echoing organ, bouncing off the walls and ringing in your ears. He could gorge himself on your taste, gobble up your grip on his hair and binge your moans until he was a stumbling drunk.

He starts off slow. Meek. It's the quiet click of soft kisses on the plush of your thighs, gentle hums as he travels lower and lower. It's not enough to just have his wandering hands rub around your legs. It's not enough to just suck splotches of wet bruises on your thighs.

This is my body, this is my blood. He wants more.

The buck of your hips is the air that snakes from his nostrils into his wavering lungs. The quiver of your legs is the blood beating from his jackhammering heart. The taste of your slick on his lips is the ground he gets down on both knees to kiss and worship. He cannot help the snarling beast he morphs into when he swipes over your throbbing clit and hears you whine, feels you jerk. He cannot control the claws that sink into your flesh when he swallows your juices and instantly needs more. More of your taste, more of your whimpers, more of your hips grinding into his mouth, more of you and you whole.

And nothing feels more glitteringly euphoric, more sparklingly fulfilling, more shiningly enough than watching you crumble for him. Because of him. He needs you bangingly louder, blindingly brighter, more, more, more, and when you unleash that final sharp cry, he knows he's done good.

Good. What a strange concept, to do good. Nothing he's ever done has ever really felt good. It has only ever been stinking rot, moldy decay, maggot-chewed blight. But how could he not glimmer with pride when his hands are gripping your hips so tightly? How could anything from the blackened, corroded past matter when you're staring down at him with those eyes, clouded over and glossy with satisfaction? He feels accomplished. He feels full.

His cheeks burn a flaming carnation pink as your thumb swipes across his chin.

"Good puppy."

He feels safe when he's in your arms afterwards, one warm hand stroking his hair and the other petting the curve of his waist. It's difficult to calm himself, to still his beating heart, but he can breathe easy when he's in your glistering bubble of love. He can see clearly when your warm kisses coat his cheeks. You're his fluffy scoop of cloudy comfort. His refuge, his worship, his answered prayer.

His heaven.

#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

[finniestoncrane]

Like An Animal

Dano!Riddler x Female!Reader, word count: 4.5k an arrangement for anonymous fetish sex goes completely wrong when the sweet, shy guy you vibed with online is nasty little edward nashton 🐀💚 kinks are so multi-faceted. it's fine if this is interesting/arousing/scary/healing for you! you're normal, and you're completely valid 💚 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: non-con, dubcon, cnc elements, violence, threats, intense fear, this is nasty shit sodon't read if it makes you uncomfortable duh

It was an interesting arrangement. Beneficial to them both, as they explored the darker sides of their desires in completely privacy. She was amazed that he was the type. When he had answered her request for a partner in specific activities on the forum, she was already prepared to have to block several fake replies, some un-practiced boys trying to be daddies, men just desperate to have sex who would have overlooked her specifications around kinks and rules. But this one was different, formal, slightly reserved, but knowledgeable in the ‘lingo’ enough to let her know he might have enough experience. His questions were respectful, unemotional. Straight to business kind of, which was ok. It was actually her preference.

As someone with very little social skills outside of sex, it was difficult to approach someone in the first place, let alone get to a situation where she could ask them for exactly what she wanted. But, on the forums, it was transactional, formal. Everything could be pre-arranged with very little need for speaking when it came to the act. There had been several acts with the two of them now, and it was safe to assume that he was keen on the task-based nature of what they did together.

After the first few “dates” (basic vanilla sex to understand each other’s bodies and potential limits) they had an open discussion together, before deciding to explore the more intense kinks that they shared in common. He lamented that wasn’t experienced physically, which had been obvious at first, but that he knew what he liked and had done extensive research on the topics.

“I like to learn…to research.”

It was odd, she felt so attracted to him, despite his frankly plain appearance. He was average height, average build, average haircut, but his face was soft and round and filled with a naivety that drove her wild. So, they discussed moving things forward. Tonight was the big night, and it was her choice of activity.

He had arrived exactly on time, another habit she picked up on. He was organised and punctual, which only served the structured and emotionless nature of their ‘affair’. She liked that about him. Efficient, conscientious, respectful of her time and any boundaries. It was easy to feel safe with him, part of the reason she was so willing to allow him control this evening. And he was obviously prepared, dropping down his rucksack with a heavy thud, as his ‘tools’ settled on the floor at the bottom of the bag. She invited him into her dimly not romantically lit apartment where they met each time. Usually, he was dressed as though he had been working a 9-5 at an office. Suit trousers, a plain and ill-fitting shirt, boring tie, standard dress shoes, a navy blue puffer jacket shielding his thin body against the Gotham weather.

But tonight he looked almost militant. Prepared for action. He had on a green jacket, black combat pants and large combat boots. She took it in, interested more than anything else. Perhaps it was easier for him to get into character for what they had planned. She searched for the answer in his green eyes, obscured from her questioning by the lenses of his glasses. He coughed when she didn’t say anything, clearing his voice and stammering over his first word before relaxing into himself.

“I’m really glad that you wanted to try this. I’m…excited.”

“I’m glad too, it’s maybe a difficult thing for some people to enjoy, or to accept that they enjoy. But it’s the same as any other kink. Consenting adults working out their fucked up trauma some way or another, huh?”

He didn’t respond, he just gestured to the bathroom.

“Oh, go ahead! I can go get ready in the bedroom. I’ll see you in there, just come in when you’re done.”

She left him standing in the hall, and he watched her disappear into the room, closing the door behind her. She was wearing a t-shirt and some jeans. She hadn’t prepared at all. Not like him. He picked his bag up and went into the small bathroom. He settled the bag on her narrow sink counter, taking out the items from within it. Leather gloves, a roll of duct tape, a carpet tucker just for the threat, and the mask. His mask. He lent on the sink, knuckles white as he gripped the underside of it with his fingers, trying to stabilise himself.

While I’m here…

He rifled through the cabinets, quietly, searching for secrets about her. He had used the bathroom before, but always quickly. This time he had a reason to be in here longer. And, taking his time to be as silent as possible, he eventually found a stash of medicines, one of which he pocketed. A bottle of sleeping pills. Just in case he thought to himself. He donned the mask, fixing his hair underneath and placing his glasses back on top. Three deep breathes in and out as he looked at himself in the mirror. He could feel himself hardening just at his own image. He was a God in his regalia.

This is the practice run. How strong are you? What do you need to do? How best can you get them under control? And then, the reward for your efforts.

He gripped the door handle with his leather clad hand and took one further deep, slow breath before exiting as quietly as possible, standing outside the bedroom door and letting the anticipation linger, painfully, on his mind, body and soul.

She had been waiting, sitting on the bed, for him to finish in the bathroom. No flush, no sound of running water from the old, rusty pipes in her apartment building. She wondered what he was doing, but considered his position. What she had asked him for was intense, and though he was clearly interested and had been reading up on it, it must have been nerve-wracking for someone so inexperienced to build themselves up to this. To a rape fantasy. Not everyone could get on board with the idea of humiliation and violation, and she supposed it might be harder for the person dealing the punishment even. It was a moral and ethical line for some people, and she knew from experience that even if someone was interested in it, feeling able to participate was a whole other thing entirely.

She flipped over onto her stomach, reaching for her phone and making sure she hadn’t missed any texts from him. Maybe he just left? She hadn’t heard the door though, but he might have been trying to sneak out. Disappointment settled in her chest, she had been building up to this for months, desperate for it from the moment she met him. He was so meek looking, the idea of him even pretending to be able to exert any power over her, she was intensely hungry for that level of humiliation. Being degraded by someone she could easily beat up. Pathetic, she mewled softly as she felt a burning in her crotch, her chest tightening at the thought.

And then a sensation on her skin, around her ankles. Tight and forceful. She was turning herself round, aided by the grip, and as her eyes adjusted from the brightness of her phone screen to the darkness of her bedroom, a shape began to take form at the bottom of the bed. He was standing, hands pressed around her ankles, squeezing tight and easing up slightly. Not enough for her to be able to slip loose, she noted.

He's really getting into this.

“Hey are-”

He tugged her body and she fell off of her elbows, flat on the bed, air escaping from her in shock, anticipation. When she lifted her head to look at him, he placed one finger in front of the mouth of the mask, signalling her to be quiet. Her stomach clenched, thighs squeezing together as she realised how well he was at actually taking a controlling position. He loomed over here, the sensory combination of his endless stare combined with the scent of leather and plastic, his quick change from boring middle-manager to the perfect villain was sending her mind racing. She closed her lips together, squeezing them tight for emphasis so he knew she was prepared to be a very good girl.

She was so willing, her eagerness to please him, and to be pleased herself, was obviously clouding her judgement. He was certain that any normal person, anyone not so drunk with lust, would have should have taken one look at him and screamed. He hoped he was a vision of terror, and that she was just so interested in having him inside of her greedy cunt that she was willing to overlook the danger.

It's also possible she’s just that stupid, he laughed to himself. But he wanted to check. It would make it more satisfying for him to know the answer, as was his way.

“This is what I want. Is it what you want?”

“Well, yeah, you know that. We talked about it.”

“Ok. Well, I’m going to get on top of you now. I don’t want you to talk until I ask you to. Unless you need me to stop. Then you can use our agreed words. For now, though, I just want to feel you under me. I want you to get familiar with the weight of me. Test your strength.”

At her nod, he positioned one knee on the mattress, pressing down slowly and testing the strength of her shabby looking bed. It would do. He began to crawl towards her, settling his whole body onto hers, flat and still, his head turned away. She was looking up at the ceiling. It was awkward, it should have been embarrassing, but it felt strangely good to have him on top of her, effortlessly holding her to the bed. Stuck.

“I want you to feel like you’re in danger. I want you to struggle. Ok?”

She nodded, silent still, obeying his earlier commands, hoping to enthuse his sense of control. She lifted her hands to her front, between their bodies, palms flat against his stomach, and pushed, trying to lift him off of her. She grunted in faux effort, tiny whimpers as she pretending to struggle with him. She was enjoying this more than she had even thought possible. Pathetically grateful at the opportunity, she began to make a light weeping noise, more fake efforts at lifting him from her despite it being the last thing she wanted.

“Do you feel safe with me?”

She nodded, panting lightly, unable to get a full breath under his weight.

“I’m going to force myself inside of you, do you want that?”

It was all she wanted, all she could think about. A more enthusiastic nod this time. She opened her eyes to stare at him and smiled. She couldn’t see his face under the mask, but his eyes were wide. Very telling. And they weren’t reciprocating the smile.

He’s committed. Because I can definitely tell he’s enjoying this.

His length, hardening, rock solid against her thighs, twitching occasionally and tapping against her entrance as it did so. He moaned as she shifted below him, trying to get more comfortable.

“I want to make you feel good, you understand? I want you to be happy. I want you to enjoy this. I need you to tell me you trust me. Say it.”

“I trust you.”

“Struggle then.”

She wriggled her arms up to his chest, pushing lightly. Weak mewling poured from her lips, rehearsed and forced in an attempt to entice him further. Forcing her way up to his shoulders she grabbed the jacket and gave a playful shove. She yelped, pretending that the effort was too much, that he was just too big and strong for her. She wanted to feel him twitch at the noise. But it had the opposite effect to what she wanted, and her smile dropped completely as his hand, gloved and warm, made sharp and fast contact with the side of her face.

“Don’t pretend. Push me. Make some effort.”

She was taken back, but she had asked for degradation. Violation. And while she wasn’t sure he would have been able to commit to it, the slap had been very effective. It felt raw, emotional. Unrehearsed. She pushed harder, and a small pang of panic flitted through her mind as she realised that even giving all of her effort, he was actually too strong to push off of her. He was deceptively heavy, and oddly strong. He sank down harder onto her, seeming to weight more through sheer will power alone. The grunts were real now, as she used all of her force to try and shift him even slightly.

He groaned and grabbed her arms, holding them flat on the bed, straight above her head, his hands grasping the flesh just above her underarms. And so she resorted to using her legs, writhing and kicking from under him, thrashing in a way that was forceful, but careful not to hurt him.

“You’re not trying, are you? You’re making it so easy for me, too easy. Given up? Keep pushing, it’s not as much fun if you’re not struggling.”

She stopped for a moment, considering sulking at his attitude. She was trying, but he was too strong. He had overpowered her, which was the goal, but he didn’t have to be a dick about it.

“Struggle harder, use your legs you whore! You’re just lying there and taking it. Come on!”

Teeth clenched, seething at the insults, she thrashed her legs out, actively attempting to hurt him.

“That’s it! You’re so pretty when you struggle. Thrashing only makes me harder, but you better not stop.”

He pressed down on her, harder if that was even possible, panting heavily. His breath grew louder, hotter as he leaned his face to hers, planting a surprisingly tender kiss on the corner of her mouth, sloppily reaching for it in his haze, licking at her cheek and biting her chin. He followed the curve down to her neck, sucking and biting at it as he lay his body flat, still, on top of her. Occasionally bucking his hips into her when she let out a little yelp at the pain his teeth were inflicting on her tender skin.

He shifted, one hand on her arm still held above her head, the other hand on her hip, pushing it painfully into the mattress.

“Push me off.” He was commanding, serious. She gave a shove, straining against him to be able to put her weight into it.

“You can’t get me off, huh? Push harder, come on.”

She tried, with all her might, one last great heave, her whole body trying to arch off the bed and throw him off balance. But he didn’t budge, and she flopped back down in resignation, disappointed that she couldn’t offer him the fight he obviously wanted. She hoped he could still get off, that he wouldn’t call the whole thing off just as it was getting to the good part.

But instead, he sat up, straddling her. He pushed her shoulders, thudding her against the mattress again.

“Imagine being so pathetic” he spat the words out, “that you would let me hold you down without putting up a fight. Such a stupid little slut.”

Her abdomen tensed at the words, blood rushing to her cheeks, wetness forming in her underwear. She wondered, hopefully, how many times she might cum tonight. She was broken from the wishful thoughts as she heard a tearing sound from above her. He was ripping off a piece of duct tape, staring at the length he held from arm to arm. The way he held it, stared at in appreciation. It seemed ceremonious, like a ritual.

“Do you trust me?” She nodded. It was strange, but if anything, she trusted him more now than she had before. And she was desperate. This was all she had wanted for so long, a fantasy she had been building for years, never able to achieve a real orgasm because the lingering promise of what could have been, of this exact situation, was always there just out of reach. And now it was here. And she did trust him. She trusted him to deliver her pleasure. She trusted his abilities. She trusted their safe words.

“Grab onto the headboard.”

She took two of the spindles in her hands and he wrapped the duct tape around one wrist, tight and painful. She winced at it, but felt her clit throb in reaction. The other hand was wrapped swiftly after, and with nothing to push him with she began to twist her hips around under him, friction pressing against both of them, pushing them together, the heat unbearable.

“Oh Y/N this is…this is perfect.”

It was bliss to hear him call out-

Your name.

They hadn’t used each other’s names. They didn’t refer to each other at all, and the only time they had was when they confirmed their usernames to each other. Her username which had no tie to any other account, or her real name, or her email address even.

So how did he know? How did he know your name.

Panic twinged in her veins and her blood ran cold as she contemplated how safe she actually was right now. But before you could open her mouth, convinced already that saying the safe word would be futile, her mouth was covered with one, and then two, and then three strips of duct tape. Her breath was secured, trapped in her mouth. She had no option but to swallow it, eyes watering and wide at the fear now settling in her stomach. This wasn’t what she wanted. She let out a muffled whimper that led to a heavy sob, and from above her, settled on her abdomen now, she could hear him begin to laugh, stifling it as he began a tirade of fury aimed at her terrified face, spit frothing and hitting her as he spoke with an intense ferocity.

“Oh, poor Y/N. You poor, dumb thing. I lied to you, you fucking idiot! You’re such a stupid bitch, I almost felt sorry for you, actually. How were you to know? But then I thought you know what, normal women, respectable women don’t invite strangers into their home to fuck them, let alone ask them to tie them up and do bad and naughty things to them. So, if you think about it, you kind of deserve this.”

He smiled down at her, wiping his thumb under her eye and bringing it to his mouth to taste the tear on his tongue. His hands, still gloved, ran up and down her, and he shifted down her body again, straddling her, cock hard and pushed up against her thigh. He pressed his whole body against her, desperately, hands all over her arms, holding her against the bed, moving to her wrists where he teased at the duct tape, laughing at her.

His movements were clumsy, with a complete disregard to her body, laying underneath him. He kneed her as he shuffled down her body, sitting on her legs to keep them still. But yet, he demanded more from her.

“Come on, push me off of you! You’re not even trying, it’s like you want this. Is that it? You want it this way?”

She was shaking her head, desperately trying to find within him the reasonable man she had thought existed. But through the steamed glasses, there was nothing beyond the mask, and she became sickeningly aware that he had been in disguise the whole time.

“I know, there’s no point really. You can struggle as hard as you want, try and prove to me you don’t want it. But I know you do.”

He was unbuttoning her jeans, fumbling with his gloved hands. He snarled, growling as he pulled them down, little by little.

“And do you want to know something?” He was breathing heavily, panting at the effort he was exerting to remove her jeans as she squirmed. He grunted as he yanked them down, shifting them under his own body in an effort to keep her legs trapped beneath him.

“You’re not going anywhere!”

With a swift and rough movement he had pulled her jeans down completely, underwear coming down with them. He grabbed at them, pulling in an effort to rip them off, cutting at her legs as they refused to come off in the dramatic fashion he had hoped. She moved slightly, trying to shift and make it easier for him, but stopped in her tracks, like a hunted animal, as he groaned and pulled out a switch knife, quickly and all too carelessly slipping it under the fabric and pulling it up, cutting them in half, the fabric falling onto the bed below her. She was panting silent breaths. The nerves, visible on her face, her body, on the way her gasps fell out of her mouth. It all turned him on and he had to refocus on what he was trying to achieve, before he lost it and shot his load right there, watching her stare at him in terror, exposed. Soaked.

“God, you’re a mess, look how wet you are.”

He ran a finger up her slit, the sensation of the leather warm and rough. He retreated, both hands now slapping her thighs and grabbing them.

“I want to feel you. Skin to skin.” He bites at the gloves, pulling them off with his teeth. The way he moves is so animalistic, it pains her to know how arousing it all is.

“I want my fingerprints on you. If they find me, God I hope this is how they find me, I want them to find me. I want everyone to know who I am by finding out that you’re a pathetic whore who let me fuck you senseless.”

She whimpered at his words, tears falling from her eyes and rolling down her cheeks. She was ashamed of how much she was enjoying this, but she was entirely terrified, genuinely convinced that these moments were going to be her last. And part of her was ok with that, was trying to lean into it. Self-preservation? Her brain trying to numb her feelings? She wasn’t sure, but the tears poured forth despite trying to remain stoic in the face of her attacker.

“You’re so pretty when you’re crying. And you sound so good, so weak and small and desperate. Do you feel trapped?”

There was an effort of refusal, shifting below him and attempting to wriggle free from under his weight. He grunted, hands pushing her thighs apart as he settled between them, her legs unable to close over as he spread them out with his knees.

“I’m going to cum inside of you. I’m going to leave myself with you. I want you to remember this.”

He grunted, shifting his own trousers down, growling with a snarl on his face as he grabbed at his cock and smoothly pressed it against her thigh, moving to run it up her slit, edging slightly between her lips. He twitched and his voice caught in his throat as he felt her cum on his head. And with a final moan, he thrust himself in hard. She let out a muffled yelp, despite being incredibly wet he had still taken her by surprise by the swiftness of his entrance, and the dull ache as he forced himself up to the hilt was followed by floods of pleasure she no longer wanted.

“Look at me. Don’t blink, don’t shut your eyes, just look at me.”

She struggled against him, body trying to force its way further into the mattress so give some space between her and his body, to prevent him from getting so deep.

“Hey! I need you to look at me, look into my eyes and tell me you don’t want this.” He ripped the duct tape from her face. It smarted, her cheeks red underneath, some skin from her lips coming with it, tiny flecks of blood forming on them.

“Tell me you don’t want this. Come on, say it. If you don’t want it, say so. Ask me nicely.”

“Please, please stop.” She began to sob under him, irritated that she had allowed him to get the better of her. Disappointment at the fact he hadn’t stopped, when she’d asked him so nicely. Shame that she’d though he would in the first place.

“Don’t cry, idiot. Why would you think I would stop? Can you not feel how hard I am? You’re clenching around me. You like this too.”

He was slapping against her, the sharp sounds echoing around the room as she whined and moaned around him. The vibrations of her sobbing and shaking sending him over the edge. He pushed into her, harder and harder, making sure she could feel every single inch of him sliding into her, deep and painful. Sharp pains dulled by a bruising ache as he thudded inside of her over and over again, carelessly and angrily.

“Please…please don’t.”

“Please no, please stop, please don’t.” He was mocking her. “Pathetic, begging me. Look at me!”

She stared up at him, resolving to maintain eye contact. He seemed close, pressure building and his rutting become more frantic and ill-paced. She was going to make him watch her, see her face as he came. Remember the fear he instilled in someone. Though, in the back of her mind, she knew that was more pleasurable for him than a punishment.

“Oh God, I’m going…to cum…” His voice was weaker, softer. And in a turn that took her by complete surprise, he brought his hands around her back and kissed her, lifting her slightly and holding him to her. The sickly sweet action made her stomach turn.

“Tell me you like it. Tell me…you want…this…Tell me…I’m good.”

She couldn’t get any words out between panting and sobbing. If anything, his swift change in direction to needy and desperate had only fuelled her terror more. He was entirely unhinged. A mad man, on top of her, inside of her.

“Tell me…you love me! Tell…me…you love…me! Look me…in the eyes…and say it…”

At her silence, he grabbed her throat, tensing his fingers against the sides.

“I love you” she managed to get out, gasping and wheezing against his crushing pressure. And at her words, he came. A high-pitched scream that sounded more like pain than pleasure. He was breathing heavily, air squealing in his throat as he panted, filled with complete ecstasy and maybe misery. But he managed to catch his breath and he lay back down on her, completely flat, cock falling out of her, cum spilling on to the sheets below her. She was pinned down again.

“I love you too. I’m so glad we met.”

He knew where she lived. He knew her name. She had let her guard down too easily, charmed by what she now realised was the mask he was wearing when they first met. This was his real face. A figure shrouded in green.

#tw noncon #finnie writes #riddler smut #fanfic #the riddler fanfic #riddler fanfic #riddler x reader #riddler x you #ridler scenario #dano riddler #dano!riddler #edward nashton #the riddler fanfiction #the riddler #paul dano #danonation #cw noncon #cw violence

[always-andromeda]

Eager Baby | Edward Nashton x fem!Reader

Edward Nashton x fem!Reader

Word Count | 2,665

Summary | Edward has no idea how to please you, but he’s ever so eager to show you just how devoted he is to you.

Author’s Note | this is loosely based off of that snippet of Touch Tank that has been going bonkers on tiktok. every time I hear it, I think of a scenario like this and I had to share some more of Eddie being the softest (and weirdest) man ever!!! anyways, stream Touch Tank by quinnie!!!

Warnings | pure smut (MDNI), fingering, oral (female receiving), Edward being a little bit of a weirdo!! nothing else I can think of!!

Edward wants to stay in this position forever. You in his lap, tasting his lips. He swallows every one of your pretty sighs and can’t help but moan a little when you pull on his shaggy brown locks. Your free hand goes to rest gently on his stomach. You brace it there as you shift in his lap, trying to deepen the kiss with him. But you brush against the front of his pants ever so slightly and it makes him stop dead in his tracks with a strangled groan.

“What’s the matter, baby?” you ask, your brows are immediately knitted in concern. Eddie pulled away so quickly that it startled you.

“It’s nothing…it’s nothing…” Edward can’t make himself admit it to you even if he wanted to. The embarrassment was too strong. He felt so strange being at his age and never having had sex with--much less kiss--another person. Every time you cornered him or crawled into his arms, he felt like a crackling piece of coal in a furnace. You have this way of making something stir deep in his stomach. It would’ve scared him if he didn’t trust you so much.

"I can tell when something is messing with you by now." you place a hand on his face, caressing his cheek with your thumb. "And if you don't talk to me, it's just gonna bother me too."

He knows that you mean it. His discomfort will eat at you until it completely ruins the evening.

"I've never done this with anyone." he mumbles under his breath. You have to lift his chin with your fingers just so he'll look at you again.

"Done what?" You ask. Edward squeezes his eyes closed, avoiding your questioning gaze.

You can’t have that. Your grip on his face firms up and his eyes shoot open as you speak slowly, "Hey. You can tell me anything."

He knows deep down that isn’t quite true. There are some secrets that he knows he will have to wait a little longer to expose. Now that he thinks about it, this secret is far tamer than any of the other ones he harbors. It’s innocent enough that you might just find it charming. You’ve always been kind to him, even when you probably shouldn’t be. 

Eddie breathes deeply once more before biting the bullet and giving up this nugget of his shame, "I've never...touched anyone...like this." His chest feels lighter as soon as he says it.

"That's it?" Your beautiful brow lowers, studying his sheepish expression.

"That doesn't bother you?" He’s not sure what reaction he expected, but it was certainly not this level of indifference.

“No…” you reassure him. Eddie doesn’t quite believe it though.

He looks away with a little scoff. You capture his cheek with your palm and turn him back to face you again, “It doesn’t.” you reassure him. You chew on the inside of your cheek, contemplating how to ease up his obvious tension.

“Let’s just go slow, okay?” You stop to think again, “Like…have you ever gone down on someone?”

Eddie is painfully aware of how little he knows, “Gone down…?”

Your blink slowly, mouth opening in surprise, “Oh my god.” He can’t be serious. He can’t really be that oblivious. For him to be this innocent...it makes heat flood straight to your core.

“I’m sorry, you must think—”

“No, no, no, i-it’s fine…it’s kind of refreshing…actually?” You keep his face in your hands, hoping that the way you stroke his cheeks will convince him that this is okay; that you’re not embarrassed by him.

“That I have no idea what I’m doing?” His glasses have slid down his nose just a tad. You take them off for him, folding the arms in, and placing it on the table beside your bed. If you wanted to do anything with him, those would only get in the way.

You giggle and nuzzle your nose against his, “You're just really sweet. It's different from a lot of guys." The quick peck you place on his lips makes him reconsider being so distant with you.

He likes the idea of being different. Gathering together all of his courage, he carefully bucks his hips up. And when you feel his erection pressing against you, it takes everything in you not to let out a desperate sob. Instead you kiss him again, just to push your growing want down.

“You’re so hard already, baby.” You grind into him a little more but won’t let yourself get too ahead of yourself. There’s a good chance he’ll finish in his khakis if you weren't smart about this.

Oh, how he wants to finish so badly. But what kind of boyfriend would that make him? You may not mind it, but he wants you in every way he can possibly have you. Part of him wishes he could crawl under your skin just so he can feel more of that addicting warmth you emanate. Those are the freakish thoughts he keeps to himself. You don’t need to know just how obsessed he is with every single detail of you.

Eddie simply groans in relief at the extra bit of contact. "Show me what to do with you." he requests.

"Sure you can handle it?" you tease back. He nods impatiently, fingertips itching to pull your shirt over your head. He craves the feeling of your skin more than anything. He needs to feel the velvety flesh underneath him; needs to feel you squirming under his thick cock, large hands, and pristine tongue. He wants you to defile his body until it's just as tainted as his soul.

You laugh once more and this time you slow him down, "You're so eager, baby. But I don't think you'll last long enough to make me come like that. How about you try going down on me? Like I asked before."

The suggestion brings a smile to his pink lips. He could never be able to make a home under your skin, but perhaps tasting it would have to suffice.

You lay back, sinking into your fluffy pillows and trying to compose yourself so that Edward won't be too nervous. But he looks thrilled posed between your legs. Overjoyed, even. That alleviates some of the rigidity in your muscles. You're not quite sure what you're nervous about. This isn't your first time at this. Really, it's the indulgence he displays in how he undressed you, taking care to sprinkle kisses on every patch of peach fuzz covered flesh that he encounters. Despite his lack of experience, his willingness to please puts him in a place of authority that has your head spinning.

Still, he stares up at you with those gloomy green doe eyes, waiting for his next command. You snap back to reality, remembering that he doesn't know how to follow through on his obvious hunger.

"Why don't you start with your fingers?" you suggest shakily.

He takes the hand currently resting on your outer thigh and runs it up the length of your outer lips, one finger slightly dipping into the slit between the folds. His hand is cold and it makes a shiver tickle the curve of your back.

Eddie can’t quite gauge your expression without his glasses on. He hears the soft whine that falls past your lips and takes it as a sign to dive in further. He sinks his index and middle finger inside of you down to his knuckle. They’re calloused. Most of all they’re long, filling you deliciously and making you wriggle. He’s clumsily brushing right against the spongy upper wall of your passage and you need him to do something to keep stimulating it.

“Can you please keep moving, baby?” You ask him, trying to be as patient as possible.

Edward never had a chance at lasting. His fingers make a delicious squelching sound as he pumps them in and out of your tight hole. Your cunt clenches around his digits so expertly, drawing them in impossibly close. Even still restricted by his clothing, his cock is throbbing painfully, aching to be anywhere else. If he weren’t so focused on you, he’d want to reach his free hand down just to palm himself through the fabric of his pants. But he doesn’t want to miss a second of your blurry face as it screws up in pleasure. Somewhere on that face are your pink lips, parted and emitting controlled gasps the longer he works at you. Eddie resigns to rutting gently against the mattress and swallowing down the groans that bubble up in his throat.

You reach forward to brush his soft hair off of his forehead. “Wanna try using your tongue now?”

Eddie nearly smiles at the lewd question. But he nods and once again waits for your instruction. You take your own fingers down to your cunt and spread your lips, circling two digits around your clit.

"That part right there? That's what's going to make me cum, Eddie." You hum at the feeling of your own fingers.

That small bundle of flesh was the key? Eddie had never imagined it being so easy. Sure, he’d seen porn before. Those invasive camera angles never did a thing for him. He moves forward, wetting his lips before laying his tongue on your clit and licking experimentally.

The pleasure is fleeting, but it’s there nonetheless. You need more of his slick tongue.

You squirm a bit, “Suck on it, maybe, Eds?” He follows your command with little hesitation, eager to please. You throw your head back and from the bottom of your vision, you watch his eyes close as he massages the bud with his tongue. The intimacy of the moment wholly makes up for his lack of experience. Electricity tingles at the base of your spine and your legs involuntarily close around Eddie’s head, bringing his mouth even deeper into your core.

Just as you start to feel the fire surround you completely, the wall is instantly snuffed out. He pulls his fingers out and wraps his lips around them to lick the mess you made off of them, humming in delight at the taste of you. It’s even better that he could’ve imagined.

You look down, whining in frustration at his sudden departure, “Eddie, sweetheart, you didn’t make me cum.”

Finally, his sweet giggle fills the air as he pets your thigh lovingly. Your skin is soft, a thin layer of sweat having already formed at the immense effort it took to build up the tension in your belly.

“I know, darling, I know. But it’s so fun winding you up like that.” He retreats a little further to plant open mouthed kisses to the inside of your thigh. He’s practically beaming at the way you twitch with every move of his wet lips. Something about having you wrapped so intrinsically around him like this has him grunting as he thrusts himself a bit harder into the mattress.

He tilts his head, admiring the view, “I think I’ll do it again.” He plunges in, listening to you gasp sharply when he reattaches his lips to your still sensitive bud. Pulling you closer to him by your thighs, he feels ravenous. Something close to an animal. More so than he does when he kills; though, he is equally as calculated here as he is when he’s hovering over his victims.

In those moments, timing is everything. He doesn’t want to get caught. Not unless it’s on his own terms. But he lets you catch him by his unkempt hair. Lets you tug at the roots so he’ll make those deep sounds that send a rumble through your cunt.

With every thrust of his fingers inside you and every stroke of his tongue, he is greedy; possessive even. He intends to spend every bit of you until you have no choice but to weave your being even further into him. Until you’re just as consumed by him as he’s always been with you.

He drags you to the edge and back maybe three or four more times. To be honest, he loses count. What he's most conscious of is the cum that's soaking through his boxers now and the taste of you, heavy on his tongue. He doesn't quite remember when he came either. It could've been the sound of your wet pussy or your cries or any combination of the things stimulating him. All he knows is that one second, he was hard and ready to burst and the next there was a sticky mess inside his pants that he was too far gone to worry about it or properly feel it. It's all a blur of sensations that he'll sort out later.

Between your wobbly legs, heels digging into the shirt on his back, and your high pitched whimpers, he only feels a little guilty when you look down at him again. Your eyes are newly wet as you beg him, “Please, Eddie, please let me cum.”

You look so pretty with streaks of tears dried on your cheeks and your lips bitten raw from when you once attempted to hold in your most guttural sounds. By now, every noise tumbles freely from your throat. You're far too tired to care about him seeing you this way. Edward senses that you’re not holding anything back from him as your fingers lazily card through his hair. Perhaps he should let you find some respite from the torture.

His eyes are tender when he replies, “I’ll let you cum. Just a minute, darling." You weep at his words. He's so much gentler while sucking on your clit. Like he already knows how close you are with all that fruitless tension you've continually burned through.

You can't even manage to form the words to tell him that you're there until the wave hits you all at once, making you cry an almost feral, broken scream. Your hips shudder uncontrollably and his nose nuzzles deeper into the flesh above your cunt just so he can work you through the sequential convulsions that ravage your body of any energy you have left.

By the time he rises, he feels like an entirely different man, baptized by the seemingly infinite pool between your legs. The result of your pleasure shines on your inner thighs and his chin. He wipes it all away with his fingers, sticking them in his mouth again and sucking them clean until his fingers just begin to prune from his own spit soaking them.

He has the audacity to grin at you as he positions himself beside you. His lips curl like he hasn't just completely torn you apart and put you back together again over the course of what felt like hours. It almost makes you want to cry all over again. Instead, you move gingerly to lay between his legs, feeling so thoroughly ruined that you're convinced the only way you'll recover properly is if he physically holds you together.

Eddie hums some melody you can't quite place. Knowing him, it's probably some hymn from his childhood. He only does that when he's trying to ground himself. Though your own head feels full of cotton, you can't imagine how overwhelmed he must be.

"You did so good for me, baby." you manage to whisper the praise to him. Your throat is sore and your voice filters through it hoarsely, which only makes Eddie's grin grow.

"You did good for me." he corrects you. "I only followed your instructions." He knows that's not entirely true, but now isn't the time to take full credit for his mess. For now, he wants to hold you tighter; wants to be there to calm your exhausted body.

"I love you," he speaks softly against your hair, just loud enough so that you can barely hear him, "I'll love you forever." And this time you understand how utterly he means it as he soothingly rubs the skin of your hip where already faint bruising blooms.

#edward nashton x you #edward nashton x reader #dano!riddler x reader #edward nashton #dano!riddler #edward nashton smut #the batman #the riddler #paul dano #danonation #danocel #˚ʚ meda writes ɞ˚

[cannedbeefaroni]

Pink in the Night (Edward Nashton X Reader) (NSFW) (Angst/Smut)

This is part 2/2. Read part 1/2 here

Summary: (Y/N) takes on a villainous altar ego after a severe mental break that leads to murder. An old friend pays a visit after seeing what she’s been getting up to.

Content: 18+ SMUT, DUBCON (DUBIOUS CONSENT), (not rly sure if this counts as dubcon looking back, but I’d rather tag it as such just in case) UNHEALTHY RELATIONSHIP DYNAMICS, THEMES OF ABANDONMENT, HATEFUCK BUT ALSO LOVEFUCK, FEMDOM/MALESUB, FEMALE REVIEVING ORAL SEX, MALE RECIEVING ORAL SEX, ORGASM DENIAL

Y/N is referred to in the third person as she/her and has AFAB genitalia

And I know I’ve kissed you before, but I didn’t do it right

Can I try again, try again, try again?

And again, and again, and again

In the arms of a monster, she felt a strange sense of peace. She knew he was terrible, but he felt so warm. Even though she knew this was Edward, the man she loved, he felt like a stranger. His embrace was tight and strong, almost as if she was being willingly restrained. A love that once felt so wholesome had turned vile. She shuddered at the idea. 

Looking up at his face, she took it in. She didn’t know how, but he looked different. She snaked her hands up to his head, reaching for the plastic wrap around his hair; wanting to see him entirely unobstructed. As it fell to the floor, she ran her hands through the familiar locks of greasy brown hair. Her hands dragged down to his face, holding his cheeks as she stared into his tired, dark eyes. He stared back, with a plain, sorrowful expression. 

The killer who’d broken into her apartment was her lost lover. Thinking about it was mind-numbing. She wanted to get angry; scream at him, throw him out, anything, but the only emotion she could feel was longing. It didn’t help that he wasn’t stopping her from wrapping her hands around his neck, as she raised herself onto her toes to bring her lips to his. The feeling was explosive. It was the same man she had kissed hundreds of times, but after six years of waiting it was like nothing she ever felt before. She pulled him down to her level as she deepened the kiss. They were falling deeper and deeper, losing themselves to each other. It was sickening. 

She hated to admit, but kissing never felt like this before. Normally, the feelings kissing brings don’t involve sensations that cause one’s body to tremble and twitch. The butterflies would never cause her stomach to churn until she felt its contents jumping into her throat. She was scared; and that made it feel better. All the while, his lips tasted terrible; like cigarette water, or gasoline, or anything putrid she could think of. As his mouth opened, she needily opened hers too, as if she became hooked on the taste. 

His kisses felt too eager; making her wonder how long it’s been since he’s been intimate with someone. His grip around her waist tightened as he pressed their bodies together. His prickly lips and cheeks grazed her face as he kissed her cheek, jaw, neck, and collarbone. She found her hand holding the back of his head softly, as she ran her fingers through his hair. Pushing her backward, the back of her legs hit the side of her bed. Gently yet strongly, he lowered her to sit on the edge, keeping his lips on hers. 

“Eddie, you can’t leave me after this,” she pulled away, gasping. She looked up at him with pleading eyes. 

“I wish I could promise you anything… I’m never going to know what’ll happen with me,” his hand rested on her shoulder as the other held her chin. 

“Stay with me until you can’t anymore…”

“I promise I will… but I’m running out of time.”

“Just please tell me if you love me,” she choked out. 

He got down on his knees to be eye level with her on the bed, gripping her hand tightly. He began to sob as he said, “I love you. I promise with all my heart that I’m telling the truth. One day, I want this to be different. I want it to be better for you. You, alone.” 

“I love you too-” she said before being kissed again. He lunged into her, crawling onto the bed to be on top of her. He moved in and out of her lips as he gasped and whimpered through sobs. She held his face tightly as they made out frantically. They squirmed against each other, with her legs wrapping around his waist and his hands grabbing the sides of her arms. 

Even though it was incredibly inappropriate given the circumstances, they were both turned on. She wanted to keep him there forever. It felt like at any moment, he’d pull away and leave back out the window. There was a growing sense of intense neediness boiling in her stomach. 

She felt aggression and frustration clashing around in her head as her fingers gripped tightly into his back. Her hands reached for his neck and grabbed it, pushing him away from her. Her neglected fingernails dug into his skin as he whimpered in pain. He stared back at her dumbfoundedly, unsure of what to say. She looked at him almost in resentment. 

“I-I’m sorry…” he said pensively. 

“I don’t think you deserve this…” 

“Please, I want to make it up to you. I never should have left you like that.” He said with a strained voice as her nails continued to dig into his neck. 

“It’s going to take a lot more than that for me to forgive you.”

“You don’t have to forgive me. Just let me make you happy please…” 

She laid beneath him silently, keeping his head at a distance from hers in her grip. Hearing him say ‘please’ was doing something for her, and by the looks of it, it was the same for him. His breath was heavy and his face grew hot as he was being held by the neck. His eyes were wide and pleading as he stared into her cold, tired eyes. 

She needed to make him beg harder until he was weeping for her. 

“You don’t want to do this for me,” she said with a cold, monotonous tone. His arms and legs were shaking against her. “You just want to get off. You’re just a sick, perverted man,” she continued. 

The grip on his neck tightened as she pushed him away from her, but keeping him in the same position on top of her. He groaned as he squeezed his eyes shut, trying not to show how much he liked her cruelty. 

“T-that's not true,” he stuttered weakly. 

“Show me how fucking sorry you really are.” She let go of his neck aggressively. Under normal circumstances she’d feel bad for acting so cruel, but he didn’t deserve kindness. She didn’t deserve it either, but he kept insisting on treating her kindly. 

Without being told explicitly, he knew what to do. He obediently crawled off the bed and kneeled on the floor. He pulled her by her hips to the edge of the bed as she spread her legs. He slowly pulled her shorts and underwear down, revealing her untrimmed pubic area which obscured her vulva. After 6 years of having not seen her, her body had changed a bit, but he couldn’t help but think she looked even more beautiful than ever. It was as if her body could take on any form and would still be the most perfect thing he’d ever seen. 

He brought his head down to her crotch slowly as he looked up at her with big eyes. He asked, “can I taste you… please?” 

She didn’t respond, she only grabbed him by the base of his hair and shoved his face into her crotch. The squeal he made in response ignited sadistic joy in her. He looked pathetic as he squeezed his eyes shut as he took her pussy into his wide open mouth with his tongue out. His head bobbed back and forth as he licked around her entrance with his nose rubbing against her clit. He was moaning desperately into her and gazing at her with sad, wet eyes. He looked like a dog, whining and begging for forgiveness. He tried to snake his hand up her body to grab her breast, but she grabbed his hand tightly and pulled it away. 

“Who said you could touch me there?” she sneered.

“N-no one, ma’am…” he whimpered. 

She felt light headed from his submissiveness. It made her feel even needier than she already was. She was mad that he hurt her, but she felt even more mad now that he was being so sorry for it. All of this frustration and emotional turmoil made her feel even hornier and she hated it. 

“So beautiful,” he moaned viscerally against her body.

Edward wouldn’t stop staring at her so innocently as he lapped her up. He was so good at looking like he’d never done anything wrong in his goddamn life. Through the anger, she grabbed his hair and squeezed her thighs around his head as she fucked his face. He took all of it. No matter what she did to him he would reply with a pathetic noise that resonated throughout her body. The way he mouthed her pussy and tongued her clit was so gentle yet exhilarating. 

She fucked his face until the noises she made were just as pathetic as his, and she was shaking and whining as she was dripping down his chin. She came in his mouth and he was still going. He took in everything from her as he held her waist and kept her body pushed up against him. Hungrily, he licked everything up as he moaned into her. She felt inebriated from her climax, as if the world turned fuzzy. Everything felt unreal, and she didn’t know what to even do or say. She just wanted to giggle. As she laughed tears ran down her cheeks. 

“Why are you doing this for me?” she laughed painfully as she grabbed a fist full of her hair and pulled on it in frustration. 

He crawled back onto the bed, with his head separating from her crotch with a string of saliva dripping from his lips. He laid next to her as he said, “you deserve to feel better… but I’m sorry you’re getting this from me of all people. I don’t deserve to be this close to you.” 

“I don’t think I deserve better, but I think you deserve punishment,” she whispered. 

He stared at her in shock and confusion as she averted her gaze. She didn’t know why but she loved his horrified expression. Edward’s expressive faces were always cute to her, but seeing his eyes widen and lips quiver gave her a strange feeling. She began realizing how much power she had over him. 

Grabbing his neck once again, she pulled him close and brushed her lips against his ear, whispering, “I’m going to do whatever I want to you. Between the two of us, I think I ended up being the sick, perverted man.” 

He gasped sharply as his body tensed. Her teeth sunk into his neck. Frantically, she unbuttoned his dirty coat before throwing it on the floor. She tore off his clothes, layer after layer as he complied. Once she pulled off the final layer on his top half, she bit along his collarbone. Each bite left deep red and purple bruises on his delicate pale skin. His moans were loud and high pitched, enjoying the pain. She undid his belt and ripped it from his pants so she could finally pull them down. Deep down she felt embarrassed about being so needy for his cock, but she didn’t care. She felt like a monster, and he was enabling her. 

She pulled down his pants and underwear to see his fully erect, flushed dick spring out. The tip was leaking precum and his pubic hair was also very much untrimmed. As she laid her body across from his to lay her head on his stomach, she eagerly took it in her mouth. He groaned intensely as she shoved it deep in her mouth, swirling her tongue around it. Slowly, her head moved up and down his long, fat cock. The taste was so very salty, and he smelled like sweat. She loved how gross it felt to suck his dick. She loved feeling so desperate for someone so terrible. 

It sunk into her mouth and pushed against her tongue and roof of her mouth. Her lips dragged up and down his length as she felt every bump and nuance of his shaft. She could taste the precum dripping from his tip. His stomach was soft against her head as she took him deeper and deeper. Edward on the other hand looked like he was in another world. Eyes rolling to the back of his head, groaning, he couldn’t handle how good it felt to be inside a person after so long. His hips twitched and his hands held the back of her head with fingers gripping her hair. He was gasping for dear life as she took him deep in her throat. 

Her fingernails dug into his skin as she groped his thighs. The noise he made was nearly impossibly high pitched for his normally bassy, deep voice. He felt like he was losing his fucking mind. He was moaning out the words, “please, I’m so close. God, please let me cum.” 

“No.” She lifted herself off of him, wiping the drool from her chin. “You’re gonna have to work for it, bitch,” she said, instantly regretting the cruelty falling from her lips. 

In response, he whimpered. His eyes were sad but his breathing hitched as his heart jumped. “I’m sorry…” he hunched over, making himself smaller. 

His sadness crashed into her like a punch in the face. A sinking feeling consumed her as she watched him lower himself down her body to kiss her legs, then her feet. He stayed beneath her, not daring to make eye contact. Gently, he cradled her foot in his hand, leaving a trail of kisses down it. Against her skin, he mumbled, “forgive me…” 

“Eddie…” 

“I promise I’ll be better for you. Whatever you want me to do, I’ll do it. I’ve been doing so much stupid shit and it’s going to catch up to me. If I can make it up to you, I’ll die happy.” His lips grazed her leg as he whispered to her. 

Staring down at him, he became blurry. She blinked and hot tears stung her eyelids. Her shaking hand rested on his head. 

“I’m so tired Eddie… I wanna go to bed…” she whined quietly through streams of tears. 

“Should I…?”

“Please stay,” she choked on her sobs. 

Edward grabbed the blanket that had been pushed to the edge of the bed and pulled it over them as he crawled over to her side. He made sure to wrap her up snuggly before laying beside her. Almost instantly, she wrapped her arms around him and shoved her head onto his chest. He wrapped his around her too as he softly kissed her forehead.

Part 1

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[allzelemonz]

DC Comics Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Includes characters from different DC universes such as Arrowverse, Gotham, and Batman 2022

Edward Nashton (Batman 2022)

Need

Pronouns: None mentioned; Reader called ‘boyfriend’ Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Edward being needy, mentions of Riddler stuff, light somnophilia with pre-established consent, multiple orgasms for the Reader, oral sex, riding, rough sex, not proof read, very little dialogue, top Reader, bottom Edward Summary: Edward often wakes you up when he’s feeling particularly needy. The trick is figuring exactly how he wants it. So long as he’s dizzy by the end, all is as it should be.

Edward Nygma (Gotham)

NSFW Alphabet: Edward Nygma

(To be reviewed to standard)

Dark Side: Edward Nygma X Male Reader

Prompt: Request, bottom reader with ‘Riddler mode’ Ed Pronouns: None Mentioned Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Edward Nygma’s darker side, rough sex, soft Ed at the end, he’s arguing with himself, counter sex Summary: When you come home Ed’s apartment is a mess and you find your boyfriend a bit out of sorts. It’s nothing you can’t handle.

Eobard Thawne (CW)

Fog: Eobard Thawne X Gender Neutral Reader

(To be reviewed to standard)

Off Work: Eobard Thawne X Gender Neutral Reader

Prompt: Request, fluff with cuddles Pronouns: None Mentioned Physical Sex: None Mentioned Rating: G/Fluff, tooth rot Warnings: Eobard is a workaholic, Flash obsession Summary: The days when Eobard actually sleeps are perfect, just like this one.

Eobard Thawne X Gender Neutral Reader

(To be reviewed to standard)

Henry King Sr (CW)

Henry King Sr X Gender Neutral Reader

(To be reviewed to standard)

Jervis Tetch (Gotham)

Gaslight Hatter: Jervis Tetch X Gender Neutral Reader

Prompt: 12 Days of AU, Historic Pronouns: None Mentioned *Reader is a cop and the first female cop in America would have just joined the force around this time so there’s no room for pronoun plot holes, use what you want Physical Sex: None Mentioned Rating: T/Violence Warnings: Mentions of murder/serial murder, based on the comic not the movie, reader is a cop but a cool one I guess, Reader referred to as an Alice by Hatter, I hope you’ve read the book Summary: 1890s Gotham is facing a new threat after the demise of Jack the Ripper. A madman dressed as the beloved Hatter from a popular storybook who has a pension for playing dress up with the young adults of the city. As an officer working under Inspector Gordon, it’s your job to protect the people.

John Constantine (CW)

Headcannons: John Constantine With A Legend Boyfriend

(To be reviewed to standard)

Jordan Mahkent (CW)

Hotel Air Conditioning: Jordan Mahkent (Icicle) X Male Reader

(To be reviewed to standard)

My Cousin Is A Little Intense: Jordan Mahkent (Icicle) X Male Reader

(To be reviewed to standard)

Lex Luthor (CW)

CW Lex Luthor X Male Reader

(To be reviewed to standard)

Oswald Cobblepot (Gotham)

‘Hit If Off’: Oswald Cobblepot X Male Reader

(To be reviewed to standard)

Just A Gig: Oswald Cobblepot X NSG Reader

(To be reviewed to standard)

Headcannons: Oswald Cobblepot When His Significant Other Is Kidnapped

(To be reviewed to standard)

NSFW Alphabet: Oswald Cobblepot

(To be reviewed to standard)

Relax, Boss: Oswald Cobblepot X Male Reader

(To be reviewed to standard)

Or Else: Oswald Cobblepot X Male Reader

(To be reviewed to standard)

Unbeknownst: Oswald Cobblepot X FTM Reader

(To be reviewed to standard)

Not Your Tie: Oswald Cobblepot X Male Reader

Prompt: Tropesgiving Day 6: Clothing Swap Pronouns: He/Him, reader called ‘boyfriend’ Physical Sex: None Mentioned Rating: M/Mature Themes Warnings: Oswald stays in the closet to get votes, mentions of sex, Ed knows everything and doesn’t hate Oswald, Oswald isn’t in this very much Summary: After a long night of celebration you arrive at the mayor’s office wearing Oswald’s tie. Luckily for you, Edward is a good friend.

[plentyoffandoms]

The Ridder x f/Reader

Main Masterlist ♡ The Batman Masterlist ♡ The Riddler Masterlist ♡ Somebody's Watching Me Masterlist

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?"

~

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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[angelofthenight]

Last Man Alive Pt.18

(Dano!Riddler x Reader)

(Link to list of chapters)

Warnings: Edward is a yandere, Dark themes, Flashback, Theft, Ends with a flashback from Ed’s POV

Word Count: 2.3k

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(Y/n)’s attention was ripped away from the window when one of the detectives approached her, holding up the wallet with two IDs of the Riddler. They both had a different photo of him looking at the camera awkwardly, but they both had different names. One said Edward Nashton and the other said Patrick Parker.

“Do you know which one is him?” The female detective asked. (Y/n) nodded, “He told me his name was Edward.” She said while pointing at the Nashton ID with a contemplating squint. The woman let her stare at the ID until she let out a gasp, her hand flying up to her mouth. “Oh my god.”

“What?” The woman asked. (Y/n) slapped a hand on her forehead in shock. ‘No. No, no, no, no.’ She mentally bombarded. “Oh my god. Edward Nashton. He works at KTMJ, a forensic accountant. I talked to him over the phone when I got scammed out of a lot of money a while back. Oh my god, I can’t fucking believe that was him.” She said, more agonizing stress freaking her out over this.

They talked before they even met.

~

Five years ago, (Y/n) paced the living room of the apartment she owned by herself. She hyperventilated in panic, her lips dragging down into a frown. She finally collapsed onto her couch next to her then boyfriend, (E/n), and began dialing the number of the office you’d go to track lost money. The phone rung only once before a voice came from the other end. “Hi, this is Jeff. How can I help you today?” A tired yet friendly voice said through the speakerphone that was held in (Y/n)’s shaking hand. “H-Hi. I-I-I think I go-got scammed out of half of both my savings and checking account. I-Is it possible to get it back?” She shakeningly asked, her utter panic killing her as (E/n) sat stiffly next her.

“Okay and what is your name?” “(Y/n) (L/n).” “Okay, (Y/n). So I’ll start by contacting the bank just in case it was there own error but for now I’m going to give you to my associate Ed Nashton and he’s going to ask you some questions. Alright?” (Y/n)’s hyperventilation slowed down, the man’s calmness comforting her, and she said an “ok”.

“Okay, sit tight, it might take a sec.” The man said before the line went silent. The phone made a clicking sound as a new voice was heard. “Miss (L/n)?” The voice said from the other end, lacking the comfortable confidence the first one had. “Yes, that’s me.” She confirmed.

He asked her a short series of questions that could be the answer to the scam. Like were there any websites she’d given her card info to, is it a shared card, does she have a habit of shopping while drinking, are there any debts she owed, etc.

“Jeff will keep in contact with you for updates. Have a nice day.” He said quickly through awkwardness before hanging up.

~

The female detective nodded and thanked her before walking away. (Y/n) continued to walk around the room as the cops and detectives talked behind her. His room was so cluttered with junk and papers but the thing that sickened her the most was a small coffee table in the corner.

The surface was filled with her own small items, some she didn’t even realize she was missing and some she’d been looking for. Jewelry, books, movies, trinkets, hair ties, toothbrush, perfume, an oversized shirt she used to sleep in, an empty plastic cup she’d get her coffee in, a menstrual pad in a plastic bag, and the underwear he stole on the night he first assaulted her.

She blankly stared at the small shrine, she was slowly finally becoming desensitized to the constant surprises Edward still had left up his sleeve. She sighed sadly, soaking in her miserable mentality. When would she catch a break?

Batman slowly walked up next to her while looking down at the book in his hands. (Y/n) turned to him when he reached her, him finally looking up. “You should see this.”

(Y/n) looked down at the journal Batman had in his hands, the Riddler’s writing scrawled across it. She gulped before she began to read beside him.

‘Friday, July 16th. My life has been a cruel riddle I could not solve, suffocating my mind, no escape. But then today, I found her. A woman. One exchange of words with her and I finally understood. My whole life has been preparing me for this. The moment when the unsolved puzzle of my life was completed.

I realized I will never be alone again, I was never meant to walk the earth alone. No one is. I was ignorant to think so lowly of love, for now it’s the reason to live. To live with my soulmate.

At first I thought meeting her was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity graced by her divinity, a blessing gifted to me out of pity. She was the first to pay that much attention to me, listen to me carefully, socialize with me passionately, treating me with the kindness I was deprived of all my life. It was no coincidence how we met. We were meant to meet. We were meant to be together. It was fate. An unavoidable destiny. There wasn’t a spark, there were fireworks.

Tuesday, July 20th. I know she felt what I felt. But she didn’t see what I saw or realize what I realized. She doesn’t know we’re soulmates because she was with another man. Human vultures populated her life. She was confused and blind. I knew I had to strike back against the vultures and expose their lies. If I want her to understand, really understand, I can’t just give her the answer. I have to reveal the sins of her close ones for her to finally see the truth. I know now what I must become for her’.

Batman turned the page to reveal the writing of a pure madman. Every inch of the page was littered in his writing, repeated inked lines overlapping with each other. He rambled the same line till the page was completely covered and the next page would be the same but with a different phrase.

He rambled about how in love with her he was and how perfect they were for each other. He rambled about how angry it made him when she hung out with other people and how disgusting it was to watch her boyfriend touch her. He rambled about how his life meant nothing without her and how any moment spent without her was the eye of true despair. He rambled. It was insane; his words, his gaze, his touch.

Everything about the Riddler was, to its very core, insane.

Batman handed the journal over to another detective as he walked over to another part of the room where rats scampered around in a cage. (Y/n) followed, feeling safest when next to him. He opened the cage and reached in, Gordon joining next to (Y/n) as he did so. He pulled out the infamous green card that (Y/n) hadn’t seen in awhile and a silver spatula of some kind.

Batman gave the tool to Gordon. The cops surrounded them. “Some kind of pry tool?” “Is it a chisel?” “It’s a murder weapon. He killed (B/n) (B/l) with it. The edge will match the floorboard impression in his living room.” Batman said, barely giving them a glance.

(Y/n) watched him open the green card that had the same ‘TO MY SOULMATE’ on the front. He pulled out the card and opened it, then showing it to (Y/n) and Gordon. It just read ‘My Confession’ with penned scribbles all around it.

“What’s he confessing to? He already told us he killed all three victims.” Gordon questioned. “This isn’t over.” Batman added, looking over to (Y/n), a sense of foreboding in his eyes.

(Y/n)’s face remained sad, she was almost simply just giving up. She felt so hopeless, she felt like she lost, like this dark, twisted game would never end. Who knew how far the Riddler had planned ahead, who knew how many steps ahead of them all he was.

“Oh, man. He’s been posting all kinds of shit online. He’s got, like, 500 followers. Real fringe types.” One of the detectives said, looking through a computer on the desk. “His final post was last night. Some video. Got a lot of views but it’s password protected.” “Can you get in?” Gordon asked. “Copying his drive now. Take some time, but we’ll get in.”

She walked over to see the video that was the latest upload, looking around Gordon with caution and curiosity. But before her eyes laid on the computer screen, the wall behind it caught her attention almost right away. Her eyes widened a bit over the sight of the wall. It was covered in more pictures of her, but some she noticed were stolen from her boyfriend’s physical photo album. Red and green writing was scribbled all over the place, familiar phrases of “She’s Mine”, “I Will Help You See”, “I Know The Real You”, and “Beloved”. Pictures of people she was close to like (B/n), (R/n), and even Bruce had their eyes scratched out with writing next to them as well like “I Will Expose Their Lies” and “Demons”.

Her heart cowered in her ribcage before her eyes fell down to the computer in shaken twitchiness. His last upload was titled, “Happily Ever After”. She had misgivings over that saying.

Gordon got a call from his phone and turned to pick it up, (Y/n) watching him with anxious worry. “Yeah.” He turned to her, the phone still pressed to his ear as he looked at her sadly. “Right.” He put his phone down, hanging up before walking up to her. “Riddler’s asking for you, at Arkham.”

(Y/n) subconsciously took a step back, trepidation and perturbation washing over her expression. “No. No, I don’t want to see him. I never want to see him again.” She took another step back from Gordon’s compassion. “Mr. Gordon, please don’t make me. I really, really don’t want to face him after all of this.” She motioned around the scary, cluttered room.

She took an additional step back, lightly bumping into Batman’s chest. She turned around towards him, her eyes begging. “Please, don’t make me have to see him again.” He looked down at her sadly. “I know you don’t want to, but he could reveal the next part of his plan to you, he’ll only talk for you. You could get more answers out of him.” She stayed silent. “I won’t make you do it, but talking to him could lead to avenging your loved ones, isn’t that your main goal?” Her eyes glanced to the floor, a nod shaking her head.

He added, “I’ll go with you.” That seemed to persuade her as she slowly looked up at him and nodded. “Okay, I’ll do it, I’ll talk to him.”

~

A teenage Edward was taking a stroll around town, hugging his jacket close to his form to rid of the shivers from the cold air. He liked using every ounce of freetime he got to take a walk, take a break from the orphanage. He only had a few more months until he turned 18 and be kicked out of the orphanage and forced to live life in society. He’d been planning what he’d do after he was released ever since he learned how to read, he was always much more ahead of all the other kids intelligence-wise.

He was walking past the public highschool, envy coursing through him as he always wanted to attend, when he saw two police cars parked out next to the front entrance. He stopped out of curiosity as a girl weakly walked out the front doors with the help of an older woman. The girl had a broken nose and a swollen black eye. Despite her severely damaged face, Edward had recognized her.

He was just taking another walk when she rammed her shoulder into his, giving enough force to make him fall to the ground. She yelled at him claiming he knocked into her when he was the one that tried to dodge her out of politeness. Her boyfriend, whom she was with, kicked him in the stomach yelling at him to “not touch his girl” and her calling him a pervert.

Over that memory, a pleasured smile spread across his face at the sight of karma proven on her beaten face. Another girl exited the building with a cop escorting her by the arm. She didn’t have any injuries other than having bruised and bloodied knuckles. She was yelling, “She framed me for the drugs to protect her boyfriend! He’s the one who has the drugs, and he’s racist too, might I add!”

Edward frowned over the fact that the one who gave that bitch what she deserved was to be punished. Why? She was serving justice! He watched as she got into the backseat of one of the cop cars and the other girl got into the other one.

He wished he could shake the framed girl's hand, personally thank her and tell her that she didn’t do anything wrong. But he just accepted the fact that he’d never see her again.

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[onlinesuccubus]

klitz/eli x gn!alternative reader slight nsfw

i’ve got paul dano brain rot recently and i had to force you into the horny abyss that is my brain

also i think this is gn but it’s 2am and idk if i wrote anything gender specific so lmk if i fucked up

KLITZ~

-i feel like klitz was the type of kid to have had a crush on all the goth characters in cartoons. you cannot tell me he didn’t feel flustered when the hex girls appeared on screen when he was 13 when watching scooby doo.

-when he first sees you, regardless of your gender, he feel intimidated.

-you two got partnered up in class because everyone else had partners and you were forced to do it together.

-while doing the assignment he can’t help but look at the ways your piercings highlight your face and the way the fishnets you’re wearing curve over the contours of your stomach and legs under your clothes.

-this man is hooked on your first time interacting.

-you’re the one who had to work up the courage to ask him out even though you overheard the way eli and matt would try to encourage him to grow a pair and ask you out.

-when you are finally official i can 100% see him asking if you can paint his nail black for him and he’d want to try on some of your clothes so you two can match but he takes it off when he leaves in fear of being made fun of by eli and matt

- he even thought about dying his hair to make you think he was all cool and rebellious like you but he talked himself out of it.

-one time he forgot to take off the eyeliner you put on him and they didn’t let him hear the end of it but you chewed them out and klitz never felt more turned on in his life.

-he even let you buy him black ripped skinny jeans and fishnets as a thank you and damn did those long slender legs of his look good you couldn’t keep your hands off his thighs and ass.

-when he feels attention starved he’ll put them on, just for your attention ;)

ELI~

-this horny man probably got a thing for alts from an emo girl in the first adult film he watched when he was younger.

-ever since, the dyed hair and tattoo combo get him going more than the normal person. (although he is not picky he will take anything he can get)

-he’s not very shy when it came to you and your unique form of fashion. he let you know from the start that he was attracted to you

-he would often stare at you in class and would ask you about the band on your shirt he knew nothing about but would pretend like he’s been a fan since the beginning just so you think he’s cool

-after watching his failed attempts of asking you out you finally said yes and he was over the moon.

-when you two start a relationship he immediately raids your closet and makes mental notes of what he should steal from you.

-he wears your graphic t shirts regardless if they’re too big or small, he doesn’t mind wearing a crop top either especially since it seems to make your hands wander and he’ll certainly not complain about that

-without a doubt would let you tattoo or pierce him

-when you two first kiss you tugged on his bottom lip with your teeth and he felt the cold metal of your lip piercing graze his warm lips and he let out the sluttiest noise that sounded like it came out of one of his adult films.

-if you have tattoos he will definitely ask if they have some deep meaning but you’ll tell him that you did it yourself with a sewing needle and pen ink cause you were bored and he’ll be swooning.

-when you showed him your tattoos/piercings in a hidden spot ;) he definitely popped a boner and was on the brink of going feral.

-eli is always ready to get on all fours to kiss your platforms if you asked, please step on him!!!

-hell, this man would start barking and drooling if you blew smoke in his face, cigarette,vape, or weed smoke, it doesn’t matter just blow it in his face and watch him lose all sanity he had left.

-overall i can only see this man with an alternative significant other

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[annika-thelostlove]

The second time, you chose right - part 2 // Edward nashton x fem!reader NSFW 18+

Word count / 3454

Summary / In an Alternate timeline Edward Nashton quits his job as a forensic accountant in Gotham city to become an IT support for a lawfirm.

After finally getting your chance with him, you worry that there are no happy endings for the likes of you. Is it too much to wish for a fairytale ending?

Authors note / Some smut in this chapter. It's my first try sorry. There's plenty of areas I think could use some more adjustment, but I'll be very busy soon and so wanted to push this one out before life takes over. I hope you like the ending 💕

Warnings / unprotected sex. Mentions of previous murder and other crimes. And lots of pining. 😅

Link to part 1

Edward was just excited to be here. He never thought with his lack of a collage degree he could get a well paying job for doing the most mundane tasks. Though he was an accountant for a long time, his real interest was coding and programming computers. Now he's got all of it, a good salary doing what he actually likes. 

Helping Batman was the reason he's here, he's sure of it. He doesn't know what kind of connections a man that dresses like a bat and executes justice at night could have, but Edward didn't question it. One day he got a message that a company is poaching him to work for them in their IT department. 

The little welcome party for him and a few other newbies is a pretty good sign of a much better company than his last one. He tries to smile at as many as he can muster.

This is his second chance at a normal life, he's gonna put some effort into it. A riddle is at the tip of his tongue. Breathe. 

She walks right up to him and introduces herself. She's a pretty little thing with crooked teeth. How can he get so lucky? Right now he can't get any higher. What a wondrous feeling. 

She answers his riddle correctly, what a wonderful smile. Oh, what a wonderful smile indeed. He looks at your face a second time, but this time he sees something like hope in the shine of your eye. And Edwards' heart is weak for hope. Always. And he falls for yours in that second. How lucky, to fall for hope, to fall in love so fast. 

He is the luckiest person in the world. 

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You are the most unlucky person in the whole world. Your heart finally in your arms, in his bed, so close finally at arms length. And the words lay at the tip of your tongue. To love him was really just an unattainable dream. 

When perhaps you only had right now to be together, and not ever get to see him grow old with you. 

Will this all you will get to have?

Edwards breath is at your cheek, you inhale him entirely. Kissing him, starved and desperate. His lips are soft and shy. But with a hidden restraint, he is holding himself back.

Your hands move from his face and rest on his warm chest. His heart thumping away. The smell of him intoxicates you, and you can't get enough. 

"Let me touch you, please. Please eddie." He nods.

You both move gently, afraid that this is all a dream, clothes were shyly discarded and insecurities were confronted with courage for the first time. You praised him, worshipped his body, and Edward has never felt so much love like this before. Overwhelmed, tears flowed freely as you rode him, he whimpered loudly, the sound of him going straight to your core that was currently stuffed to the brim of him. You fought the words that are stuck in your throat, I love you. 

Instead you moaned at every downward stroke. Balancing your palms on his smooth chest, the sounds in the room are lewd, it fills the space as he meets your hips with his own thrusts, the wet slaps match with the jiggle of his belly and thighs. Fuck he feels so good. 

Then caught by surprise by your sudden orgasam, you begin to shake and squeeze, you were at the mercy of it, there was nothing in your mind but Eddie under you and your own blinding pleasure. 

You hear him follow you only a moment after, his fingers digging into your hips to firmly keep you on his cock, spilling himself into you. His guttural cry and hot spurts of cum make you want to tip over the edge a second time.

After exploring each other a few more times that night, you sleep peacefully. Forgetting how temporary it all was.

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When the morning came, you both woke up early to try to clean all evidence of last night. But soon after eating stale cereal, it was promptly ignored on the table in place of eddie fucking you on the carpet between his dining and living room. It was just a quick tug of his boxers, just enough opening of fabric to enter you raw. It was a lovely view to see your feet sway limply in the air behind his head. 

You were already late for work after that, and the rush to clean up the bathroom ended up with both of you looking into the mirror, you bent forward with one hand gripping the sink, and the other hand on his hip thrusting into you from behind. His face as he comes in you is quickly becoming your favourite image.

The train ride to work was electric, there was a crackling energy that was felt when you held hands sitting beside each other. The others sitting in the cart with their glum faces, they must be so unfortunate to not know the happiness you both were feeling.

Edward taps your arm to get your attention, he looks shy despite him railing you in his bathroom less than an hour ago.

"Do you want to play a game with me?" He turns the screen of his phone to you, showing a page of digital crossword. 

"Yeah, let's play"

The next 30 minute train ride was full of giggles and whispered answers. People were staring, and it made you laugh even more. You held Edwards arm tighter, his shoulder is so warm under your cheek. Who cares what they think.

Edward certainly didn't care, he looked at you like you hung the sun. 

Your coworkers are surprised and happy for the two of you coming to work together hand in hand. You give him a kiss on the cheek before he leaves for his desk. Right when you sat down one of your coworkers ran up to you and squealed happily while you blushed. 

Edward saw the whole thing from his desk. He is surprised, how did he not see your feelings before? A few others seem to have known you have been trying to get his attention for months now. He gets embarrassed thinking back to all your attempts of asking him out. He was just an insecure idiot. He laughs.

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Midday comes and reality quickly catches up to both of you. Edward can see you from his chair, your earbud is in one ear, just like he has, intently listening to news headlines. The lines between your brows tells him you're on the same station. 

He can see it, the gradual descent of your happy mood from this morning. Absent eyes towards your screen, not truly reading anything. Then slowly your head lowers to hide what attempt at a neutral expression you had left. Your shoulders rise and fall, methodically at your attempt of control. You're okay. That's it. Breathe. 

He saw it, that broken piece of sanity just at the crook of your lip. He's seen that type of despair before, he's seen it in the mirror. 

You look up towards him, a habit of yours to find some sense of peace, and you catch that he's already looking at you. You quickly smile for him. And it pains him to know you're breaking beneath the surface. 

"Expert forensic scientist have been analyzing initial evidence from the scene of the murder last night. It is yet to be confirmed, but first observations indicate that their suspicions do not align with the detective's investigation. There are still polarising opinions of the cause of death for this infamous member of the mob. Is it an assassination, or self-defense? The name of 2017s mob hitman, 'the pusher killer' is circulating this story, it's certainly a name that many of Maronis people fear. But is this the work of a seasoned killer? And what will it mean for the people of gotham? We'll get back to you with this investigation at 6".

Your old title makes your hand tremor above your keyboard. You've always hated that title. The pusher killer. Or the silencer, retribution. 

You've dreaded this day, your name back in everyone's mouths. You thought you killed her, the old you, left her behind. The last traces of her faded when you met Edward. At least you thought it did.

They'll find out, find out what you did, and put you away. Give me the chair. Like they always said they would. 

I earned it

A Crack of a smile plays on your lips. Some part of the old you is seeping through the cracks. It was always going to be me and the chair.

Immediately you stop smiling. It's me and Edward now. Edward is here, I love Edward. He deserves someone who can protect him.

He is in the midst of this now. A victim of your doing. Clenching a fist. When it comes down to it, you will take the fall. You will do it all to protect him.

Edward senses you're not well. He looks at your rapidly changing expressions throughout the day. 

The next few hours you get worse as the news articles cover the investigation. You fidget all day, and you hum without melody. 

At 4pm Edward brings you a coffee in his favourite mug. It brings a smile to your face. He sits down on the little stool beside you. "Will you tell me what worries you, my angel?"

Immediately your face falls and he sees the darkness brewing behind your eyes, but the most prominent expression is one of longing. You reach out and hold the side where his face meets his neck, you could feel that he is trembling. Brows crooked and drawn together, his own fears unsaid. He closes his eyes, inhaling the moment. 

"Eddie-" He tenses in anticipation. "Tonight. We should meet at the diner before midnight. You know, the one I invited you to? Wait for me there. I'll tell you the answer to your question. If- if i don't show it means–" her voice cracks. "Just don't be afraid, don't come looking if I don't make it."

"Darling, please don't hide what it is, let me help you, I can help you" He begs. Somehow he'll get them out of this situation, he knows the vigilante batman, he knows the secrets of the rich and politicians of Gotham, he will blackmail them if he must to make this murder disappear. 

"Just, Eddie, please the diner, it will be safe there." She is tense like she's ready to run. And Edward can see it. Another person fleeing from him. Because no one really ever stays.

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So you go to your separate apartments after work. He tried to catch her eye when you rushed out of work, but you didn't have the courage. Edward is sad, and holding on to just a little hope left that you still want him, that you will show.

His commute home was nothing like this morning. He was thrown back to being invisible. 

Getting home, he jumps on this computer, doing the thing he does best. He had dirt on the lead detective of this case. What little power he has as Nigma, he uses for you, but he knows it's not enough to sway your heart to choose him in the end.

He thinks he must be the problem. He's a freak. He's too much. He stabbed someone. He's been wanting to kill someone for so long, and he lost that fight. He should be put away, he's a reject. You hate him. You think he's ugly, that he was a bad lover. Nobody wants him. He's not enough. He's not enough, he's not enough. 

None of it makes any more sense, but his heart aches, believing every lie he punishes himself with. 

Breathe Breathe breathe 

But hot tears run down his face and seeps into his shirt

He thinks about your arms, your embrace, your kiss to his hairline. There's something, a hope, that maybe you love him. Even if it's just a little. 

He clenches his hands on his lap. Edward can't take it, the waiting. He doesn't know how to survive it this time.

Edward opens a new window and puts on the 6pm news. Perhaps his blackmailing has worked in your favour. 

"...-says likely, only one person acted alone. With an eye witness stating they saw one large man exiting the alley at 11pm last night.--" 

Edward exhales a little from the detour to the investigation. Yet no relief comes.

"The victim had many enemies to his name. An assassination is high on the cause for this type of homicide."

"The pusher killer, also known as the silencer, is high on the list of possible suspects. This killer 5 years ago targeted men like this victim tonight. Preying on the heads of the powerful mafia group under the Maroni organisation. Perhaps they've come back to collect the lives they didn't get" 

Jumping out of his chair, at only 8pm with an empty stomach, he leaves for the diner. Helplessly, he waits for you. 

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You are at your apartment after watching the 6pm news at full volume, frantically packing your emergency bag. There's no time to lose, they keep repeating your name over and over. Eventually they'll find it was you. They'll take everything, you'll be left with nothing either way. But if you leave now Eddie should be safe. You rip frames and posters on the wall and pile it in a box. And you speed out to a near under bridge, taking your lighter along with you. 

Throwing the box down into a metal drum, you flick the lighter on. Unsuccessfully, you try again and again till your thumb heats up and stings.

In frustration you throw the lighter at your pile of belongings. The pain teases its way behind your eyes. 

You can't do it. 

Standing under a highway bridge with your heart in your throat, sobs rip through you as you curl over yourself sitting on your heels. Wailing all your hurt into the sounds of the night. You cry out and the sound of the highway swallows it up. You're inconsolable for a while. Unable to destroy this life where you were the happiest, and you finally found someone to stay for. 

You can't run. No. Not now.

You get back to your apartment and throw your things on the floor. It was time to accept who you are. 

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You find yourself outside the diner, looking at Edward through the window. He's here. Sitting alone at the counter. The lights inside are bright and hide you out in the dark rain. His hair looks so soft, you remember the smell of it. You don't know how long he's been waiting there, but his coffee is untouched and he looks over at the TV monitor every now and again. His hands fidget anxiously under the table.

Despite how distressed he looks. You smile. And your eyes water. He came. And waited. You don't think you'll ever love someone more than this. And you don't know if he'll still love you when you tell him the truth.

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Edward waits, he looks at the clock 11:47 and his hand shakes.

It feels just like midnight at the orphanage, another empty bed beside him. Adopted, but never him. He realises he's known the feeling of heartbreak all his life. He only recognizes the feeling now.

The diner is empty except for him and one person working on cleaning machines in the kitchen. When he hears a timid knocking on the window.

He turns quickly, shocked and relieved to see you standing there in the cold. He gives you a small tight lipped smile.

Clambering off the seat, he carefully makes his way out the door.

"You came" standing in front of you, his relief was palpable in his voice. 

"I had to. Had to…" finishing your sentence by grabbing his jacket tightly in your hands and tugging him closer.

The tears spring out so fast, your vision of your lover grows blurry. "Eddie…I'm sorry I made you wait. I, I was just afraid. You won't want me. You shouldn't. I'll hurt you. You, you won't want what I am. The truth." 

He says "angel, please tell me." His eyes water as he sees you so distraught. You took a moment. A pause to contemplate everything you feel into a few words.

"I love you. That's the truth."

The expression he makes is so happy, you forget the rain pouring around you. He takes you in his arms, embracing you tightly. 

Trembling from what you have to say. You whisper in his ear. 

"You must already know by now. Who I am. I'm that killer eddie. The one they talk about on the news. I did those things, killed those men. I did it silently, so many have died because of me. I'm so sorry my love" voice breaking at every few words.

He freezes. 

You cry harder as you embrace him perhaps for the last time.

He pulls you away and holds you at arms length. He drops his hands. Looking at you with an unreadable expression. 

"You. You are the angel of Gotham. Your crimes inspired so many, they say Batman took after you. Before vengeance, there was retribution. There was you."

"I'm sorry. Edward, p-please understand I'm not that anymore. I've left it behind-"

"It's destiny! All of it! Me, you, vengeance! Its fate for the two of us to meet, for our love to exist!" 

His hands on each side of your face, you see him shine through his closed lipped smile. A sparkle in his eyes, till he pulls you hard into a deep smouldering kiss. 

"I knew it. I knew it was worth the years of waiting for something big to happen, for my life to have purpose bigger than what I had for so long! To meet the bat, who you inspired, for him to lead me to quit my old job, find a better career, to have met you here, for maronis man to be our victim in the ally that night, to finally be together with you. DESTINY!!" He yells into the night, and begins to laugh through his tears. "Darling, darling you must know who I am, I am nigma." The name sparks something in you.

"Sweetheart, I swear, it's destiny."

"Nigma? The enigma of the dark web?"

"Yes"

"Edward, you're my hero." You whisper and softly laugh. "And you're my…" you're mine.

A knowing look passes between you, teary eyed and smiling. 

How could such happiness happen to two lonely people? It must be by design. This was their reward, their reward for suffering for so long till tonight. 

The light switches colour inside the diner. While the TV begins to show the midnight news, the volume increases, the cook has come out to watch it, unknowing that the two were watching along with him.

"Welcome to gotham news at midnight. The Batman now has allegedly stepped in the mobb stabbing case, stating and providing evidence that the pusher killer has very little to do with this case. It is observed to be highly unusual involvement for the batman. But again he refuses to make a public statement, but the evidence he's provided undeniably says enough to cross out the pusher killer as a suspect. It seems authorities don't fully understand why a masked vigilante should be defending this infamous killer that's been rumoured to have been dead for years. It simply adds to the mystery of the dark knight. And why we should not–" 

You and Edward look up at the diner tv screen in awe. And you cannot believe it yourself. 

A second time, the hope incarnate has saved you again. And you can help but think that second chances are like miracles in itself. You catch Edwards eyes behind the glare of his glass, and your own face must reflect the same cocktail of emotions.

His lips begin to form words, but he stops, smiles and tries again. "I love you." He finally feels enough to say.

The feeling of emerging out of water, washes over you both, like the weight of so much is lifting. As if the sun is directly overhead, and you can breathe once more.

You laugh "still?"

You reach for his hand, but he has a better idea, he pulls you into an embrace and spins you right there by the light of diners window. Laughter filling the empty space of midnight. 

What a wonderous feeling, to be free. 

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