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imagine--if · 2 months

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

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

He hated it when you were gone this long.

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

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

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

'Breathe.'

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

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

This was a baadddd idea.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I love you too, Ed."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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sweetums0kitty · 1 year

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Good Things in Small Packages

Edward Nashton x Soft!Dom reader

Warnings: Bondage, edging, 18+, Minors DNI.

Summary: Eddie won't listen when you say he's beautiful, what better way to convince him than a game of cat and mouse

Commission for @lovesickrobotic

“Lovely, just lovely.” Placing a long revenant kiss onto the cherubic cheek of the man securely bound below you. His lengthy form contorted slightly pushing himself further into the mess of pillows you had set him against. Pouting you leaned over and gently grasped his flushed cheek tilting the rounded face of your beloved. Edward was caught instantly within the intensity of the gaze. From the way you held his face gently stroking the right side with your left hand while the other was tracing the tendons of his throat. His pulse was racing wildly causing a gentle giggle to bubble up and out of your chest. "Eddie!" cooing you lent forward and placed another kiss on his fervent skin eliciting a shrill whine that buzzed your lips pleasantly. Edward squirmed under your touch but it was no use the silken fabric contoured around his plush form binding him to your will. Which, presently was to absolutely drench his entire being with as much affection as you could. Usually, Eddie would shy away from your praise, ducking his head to avoid the intensive expressions of love you desperately longed to lavish him with. Well! No more could he dodge you, once and for all you were going to worship Eddie the way he deserved.

Moving your lips downward you began to pepper little pecks and licks into the lower portion of Edward's face. Making doubly sure to reserve your slowest kisses for those points on his neck that pulled the sweetest sounds from within. "Y-Y/N I-!" nipping lightly at his Adam's apple Edward was bucking below you wildly. The contact with your soft lips and curved form was entirely too much and nothing at all. Internally a war was brewing in your beloved. The softer part of Edward was clawing fiercely to accept your affections, sink himself back into the pillows, and stuffed toys you had placed around his bound form in devoted adoration. But no matter how he tried the nagging voice in his brain slithered in whispering that he wasn't worth your love, and didn't deserve to be cared for in this way. There wasn't a time before meeting and falling in love with you that Eddie was shown this level of care, why should he get used to it now? Why should he grow fond of the feeling of your lips on his feverish skin… When… when… Before the negative spiral could truly take root you had crashed your lips to his in a fervent kiss chasing away the storm clouds and refocusing Edward's attention on you.

"You're thinking too much!" cooing in a sing-song tone. Your nails gently scratched his scalp stroking Edward's soft brown hair. Leaning into your touch your boyfriend mewled forlornly. "Sorry… I guess I'm not good at this whole… being loved thing." shrugging to the best of his ability despite the bindings. Frowning slightly as you thought of how best to get Edward's mind focused where it really belonged. Slowly a wicked grin formed on your lips. "Eddie~!" purring seductively as you sensually stroked his protruding stomach. You adored every inch of his lengthy body but his tenderly soft tummy was your favorite. He was staring at you with a slightly concerned expression saying nothing. Kissing his cheek you leaned into his ear whispering lowly "You wanna play a game?" Words dripping with seduction watching his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed shallowly. "What kind of game?" came his nervous reply. Giggling you wrapped an arm around his shoulders as you tugged him flush to your body. The sides of your breasts were pressing into his pallid chest. With every breath you took, they pushed tantalizingly close to his. "One we can both win.. one that lets me open you up. You are my special gift aren't you?" With the way, the bright green pupils behind his lenses were dilated you knew you were on the right track. "I- uh.. yeah." the reply was lame but blood was quickly rushing out of Edward's brain as you began to kiss your way down his body.

"Wha-ahh-t's the game?" voice cracking as your warm, wet tongue swirled around his quickly hardening nipples. Causing a hissing sigh from his plush lips when you began to suck gently. Kissing and licking the buds. Your other hand rolled the pert nipple under your thumb. Eddie's chest heaved as he moaned from your worship. Popping off his chest you kissed between his collarbones and laid them into his sternum. "Mm, since you can't seem to find it in you to accept my praise.. even though it's the absolute truth! I thought we'd try a little "positive reinforcement" using your fingers to continue to massage his chest. "How are you going to that?" his voice melted into a high-pitched whine of disappointment as you moved downwards licking lazily around the ribbons that crissed and crossed over his stomach. Bits of him sagged over the bows. He was your beautiful gift. Time to start unraveling the wrappings that held Eddie to earth. Nibbling gently at the pudge that resided there. It always struck you dumb over how beautiful he was in all his soft curves and long features. There was a grace in how his brow furrowed while working out a puzzle, how fast his brilliant mind would work out a problem and find the answer. However, you found him most beautiful at the precipice between brilliance and pure animal lust. Emerald eyes locked onto your hand as it slowly drifted down between his soft thighs. Gently running your nails between the binds around his flesh, twirling around his already leaking cock. You giggled softly as his hips bucked into your phantom touches. "God Eddie…" breathing heavily as you pressed warm, worshipful kisses around the skin of his inner thighs, before drifting your mouth over and hotly kissing his weeping cockhead. Listening to the sweet sobs that fell from his throat all while you worshipped him. Suddenly you bent up from between his legs using the binds at his chest as leverage to bring him in for a kiss that was all passion, yet still gentle. Softly exploring the cavern of his mouth with your tongue. His danced along yours in a fluttering mating ritual that pulled a guttural groan from deep within your throat.

Pulling way to cradle his flushed cheeks you gazed down at his little love-drunk smile. Gently you moved back down his body sitting between his thighs. "You ready to play the game sweetie?" Looking up at him through your lashes catching sight of his quickly bobbing mess of tawny brown hair "M'ready….." hips squirming together to the best of his abilities, you sighed quickly pinning him down. "Easy Eddie!" Cooing you gently stoked his thigh letting your hand fall to the taught base of his cock, where your silky soft hand ghosted up the shaft gripping it firmly in the middle. Letting it rest as you looked directly into his blown-out eyes, nearly black with lust. "The game is simple, I'm going to play with your cock and every time I compliment you, you're going to repeat what I say back or I'll stop stroking. Gluping down the lump in his throat your sweet little gift nodded shallowly to show he understood. Smiling at his acceptance you placed your other hand on his lower stomach, petting the flushed skin that resided there. "Good boy."

It was then time for the game to begin. All at once you had spit into your hand and then began to slowly pump his cock. Up, down, up, down, it was methodical the way you were massaging his skin. Thumb traveling up to circle his red tip. Your hands were heaven on earth for Edward as low sobbing moans flowed out of him. Enjoying the way his chest heaved as all the mussels in his body strained against the ribbons. In a moment your hand stopped pulling his attention to your face. "Eddie… You're so beautiful, the most beautiful person in Gotham." Starting with a hard one probably wasn't fair, but it was for the best. Almost gagging on his words Eddie's broken little voice choked out "I-I'm beau-fuck!" Your pointer finger and thumb had formed a ring and that was what currently was rubbing against his throbbing shaft going from feather soft to tight against him in an instant. "I-I- I'm beautiful! T-the most beautiful person- in Gah-Gotham!" squealing at the end as your nails brushed his leaky slit. "Good job Eddie!" cooing his flushed, sweat-covered skin, the silly round smile painted onto his cheeks Time for a harder one." You matter so so much, I don't know what I would do without you." He squeaked as you kept rubbing his cock milking the compliments from his lips. The same way you were milking the pre-cum from his tip.

Edward squeezed his eyes shut, in an almost pained expression, Your words, he heard them, they slammed into his heart like a fright train but he just couldn't get them to repeat, "Y-Y/N I can't- I'm not!" babbling as his body kept pulling at the ribbons, thrashing back into the large squishmallow he was snuggled into. Tears had begun to form on long bottom lashes, and the pink rose petals of his bottom lip wobbled tragically. Still, your hand deftly continued to rub at him. "Yes you can baby, I know you can." crooning softly. Your warm lips kissed his stomach lazily as you rested your head on his lower abdomen. "You don't want me to stop do you?" before you could finish asking Eddie shrieked no. Laughing slightly at the response you smiled while using your other hand to wipe his tears. "Recite." firmly holding his cock in place.

"I… matter so, so much" Choking down a sob as you kept massaging his dick Eddie managed to continue his recitation. Over and over your words were pounded into his skull as you expertly kept him on the edge of his orgasm. Finally coming to the very last set of words for him to repeat. Smoothly you had settled into Eddie's side a fitting place to be when he reached his end. "I'm a very good boy, who is going to cum all over my hand." In his state of delirium, Eddie didn't notice your command. Too busy being a blushing fucked out mess he mumbled the words back. "M'a very good boy… Gunna cum all o'ver your hand." It wasn't until you were letting go of his cock and he felt the thick ropes of cum hitting his stomach that he realized the whining moans were his own. You soothed Eddie through his orgasm gently cradling him in your arms as you stroked his hair. "Thank you, baby, you did so good for me." Peppering kisses into his cheeks. Coming down for his high Edward snuggled into your arms. He was stripped bare and laid out before you. But instead of mocking him or ripping his heart out you took the parts of him that sagged with lack of love and filled it with your adoration for him. "I- love you Y/N.." gasping between heaving breaths. You simply returned your lips to his kissing Edward as if your lives depended on it.

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finniestoncrane · 2 months

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Can you do a oneshot of Arkham Knight Riddler eating reader out? He needs to eat. And I need a dirty, greasy, disgusting man to violate me with his tongue. I want his to have to wipe the cum and drool as it dribbles down his chin. Absolutely NASTY!

Snack

Arkham!Riddler x Fem!Reader, word count: 450 just a lil oneshot, just a lil snack u-u listen i've done it before and i'll do it again lmao if there's one thin i won't get tired of it's eddie eating pussy!! also it's fem!reader but there's no gendered language, so anyone with a vagina who doesn't mind the word pussy should be all good request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: oral sex, a bit of fingering, mentions of overstim

Eddie rolled his tongue, almost wave like, making the muscle pulse and curve from the back to the tip against your dripping cunt. Each lap made you wail, your fingers curled into his hair, tugging at the root as you pushed him to you and pulled him away when you could feel yourself getting too close to your inevitable orgasm.

From the moment he'd fallen to his knees in front of you, you had been close. Desperate. Wet. You could feel your clit twitching as he pulled off your pants, then your underwear. Feel your inside aching as he lifted your legs up and placed them on his deceptively strong shoulders. Let your jaw drop, a howling wail coming out of your open mouth as he used his thumbs to spread your lips apart.

Now, you were soaking, your entire body throbbing, muscles tensing as they waited for your release. Eddie worked at it, his thin lips circling your clit as he inserted a finger inside of you, another joining it quickly after. The way he spread you open, devouring you as though he were actually starving made your heart pound, your stomach flip, your vision going blurry as you got closer to the edge of the intense climax that felt as though it choked you.

You were clouded by your orgasm, brain fogged with only the notion of seeking pleasure coming into focus, but you still stole a look down towards Eddie. As though he sensed you watching him, he looked up towards you, steely blue eyes glinting with his malicious glee. He removed his fingers from you, using the back of the same hand to wipe his chin which was slick with your cum, dripping with his own drool.

Every second he spent away from you was agonising, threatening to dull the release that had been building up. But you felt his sharp nose come into contact with your once again, his stubbled cheeks between your thighs, dark brown hair tickling your skin as he dove back in, pressing his tongue in and out of you, moaning as he fucked you with his mouth.

With a sharp squeal you came, quivering under his continued touch, overstimulated almost immediately after your body settled back down. But Eddie kept going, chuckling to himself, not quite satisfied and certain you had more to give him. He pulled away briefly, only long enough to reassure you in a cruel, teasing tone that felt like he was purposefully mocking your pathetic desperation.

"If you want me to stop, you only have to ask. 'Please, Mister Nigma, Sir. I've had enough.' Say it loud and clear."

He only offered you the out as he was confident you wouldn't take it, smiling smugly to himself as you grabbed him by his hair and pushed him back into you.

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thedanoriddler · 2 years

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I want to put my head on his bewbs

#paul dano #love and mercy #brian wilson #danonation #I’m so sorry I’m going to hide again but #LOOK 👏🏻 AT 👏🏻 HIM 👏🏻#I WANNA SNUGGLE HIM AND PAT HIS TUM TUM #the riddler #edward nashton #the batman #edward nashton x reader #the riddler x reader #paul dano x reader #the riddler imagine #edward nashton imagine #edward nygma

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undiscovered-horizon · 1 year

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AHHHH UR WRITING IS JUST CHEF KISS I CANT GET ENOUGH OF IT, ITS SOO GOOD AND UR CHARACTERIZATION OF EDDIE IS JUST AMAZING IM OBSESSED, ALSO FLUSTERED EDDIE IS EVERYTHING MAN I LOVE HOW SHY HE IS ✋😫

Now make them kiss 🔫👹

Oh God oh shit don't shoot I haven't picked up my makeup order yet. Btw sorry this is so short ??

Imagine the Riddler being your secret admirer. - Part 4

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 5]

Eddie always insisted on walking you home. At first, you didn't want to trouble him but you soon realized that the little favour meant more to him than it did to you. There was something about you being left vulnerable to Gotham's cruelty that made him jittery; his clingy, anxious nature could paint true masterpieces of horror disguised as intrusive thoughts. Besides, it was a good pretext to stretch out your date for another thirty minutes or so.

His hands were always warm and soft, which was part of the reason why you like holding them so much. The other satisfying thing was the adorable bashfulness the act of affection elicited from him. Despite his vivid shyness, once he had a hold of your hand, he was committed - not letting go until absolutely necessary.

When you arrived at your apartment building, you quietly questioned whether the distance from the coffee shop you met at was always this short. It seemed as if anytime Eddie was walking you home, the streets of Gotham became suspiciously short as if specifically trying to spite the newly found lovers.

You pushed the door to building open, even letting one of your feet step over the threshold before you stopped altogether. There was something you'd been thinking about for the entire day, barely holding the urge in and now, when his longing stare was watching you disappear into the night, you let those recurring thoughts win.

Unable to hold back a smile, you turned around to face Eddie. "Actually, I nearly forgot to give you something."

"You... have something for me?" he asked while you were walking towards him. A blush appeared on his cheeks as it usually did when you showed him any kind of interest.

"Yeah, just a small thing," you answered with a shrug. For all he knew, you meant something completely insignificant.

Before Ed had an occasion to question you further about the enigmatic, if not elusive, gift, you leaned forward and placed a kiss on his lips. You could still taste the root spices from the pumpkin pie he and you ate.

Eddie froze. His mind was about as blank as it could physically get. You were kissing him and he definitely wasn't asleep. Lacking experience in that department, he tried to kiss you back as best as he could manage. He was probably going to overthink that beautiful moment when he gets back home, yelling at himself for being so awkward but at the moment no coherent thought could form in his mind: there was only you and the way your soft lips moved against his. A faint aroma of vanilla entered his nostrils - your lipstick must have been a scented one.

When you pulled away, the chill night air made his face feel unbearably cold. "Nearly forgot to give you a kiss," you whispered. Then you pecked the corner of his mouth and went inside your apartment building. The click of the front door locking shook Eddie awake.

All of this... actually... happened. He could die a happy man now.

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writingsofmax · 2 years

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Hiya! May I request Eddie losing his glasses and reader helps him look for it, while also trying to get over how cute he looks without them 🤧

Hi anon!!! Sorry it took me SO long to get to this request, I promise I didn't forget about you!! This was such a cute prompt, I hope you like this :)

Helping Edward Find His Glasses

You were awoken by the sounds of Eddie rummaging through your room, muttering under his breath. You stretched and sat up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. “Eyeglasses, glasses as in cups, glass as in looking glass…”

“Eddie, what are you doing?” You mumbled, not quite fully awake yet. Edward turned from inspecting the windowsill. “Sorry to wake you,” he grumbled, still looking around the room, “I’m looking for my glasses,” he explained.

He looked very agitated. But also– very cute. You didn’t want him to be upset though so you started to help him look. You looked over to the bedside table. No, not there. You scanned the top of the dresser. Not there either.

Getting up you strode over to Eddie, who was now looking inside the dresser. You somehow doubted that his glasses would be in there but hey— it was worth a shot. He was squinting while digging through clothes, his brows furrowed in concentration.

“Do you remember where yo–” You stopped yourself from finishing that question, seeing how grumpy he already was. Knowing his answer would be something along the lines of, If I remembered where I set them, why would I be looking for them?

Without his glasses you could see his green eyes and his eyebrows much more clearly, as well as the shape of his beautiful face. Your gaze lingered on his eyelashes before following the curve of his face down to his lips. His face was tinged pink, probably from frustration as he continued digging through the dresser.

You forced yourself to turn away, trying to focus on the task at hand.

You walked over to the desk in your room, picking up some of the papers strewn on top. Maybe they’re hidden under something? You carefully checked everything on the desk but still had no luck. Eddie was still searching the dresser, now looking through another drawer. You sat back on the bed, checking the blankets and sheets for his glasses but still couldn’t find them.

Leaning back on the bed, thinking of where else to look, you watched Eddie frantically search. The way his messy hair fell into his eyes was so cute. He kept having to brush his hair back from the sides of his since he didn’t have his glasses there to help hold things in place. It was so cute it made your heart ache.

Giving you a side glance he muttered, “Why are you staring at me?”

Caught. Oh well. You smirked, “I just think that you’re very cute without your glasses, Eddie.”

Edward scoffed and rolled his eyes, not bothering to give you a response, however you caught him trying to hide a shy half-smile as he continued looking. His face was definitely more pink now.

You laid flat on the bed, and reached your hand in between the mattress and where it was pushed against the wall. You smiled as you felt hard plastic. You gently pulled Eddie’s frames out from where they had been stuck.

“I found them!” you announced, holding them out to Eddie.

Eddie looked visibly relieved as he took them from you. He wiped them off and pushed them back up his nose, his smile returning.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you my angel,” he sang as he pulled you into a hug. “I don’t know what I would do without you,” he murmured into your hair.

You pulled away to look up at him adoringly, “I think you’re also really cute with your glasses.”

Edward blushed, “Oh be quiet,” he stammered, before leaning down to silence you with a kiss.

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lovely--lover · 2 years

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Edward Nashton with a Seamstress

Request: Edward Nashton with a seamstress s/o who likes to help make some of his gear and repair his clothes. Thank you @callsigncrash

❔Eddie is a little chunky and gets almost all his clothes secondhand so he is prone to holes and tears in his clothing. So he would adore it if his partner could mend his clothing

❔He will approach you with red cheeks the clothing item folded in his hands. “My shirt ripped again....”

❔Every time he looks at a mended seam or added patch he thinks of you and the love you sewed into it.

❔It can get quite cold in Gotham so you make Eddie a new set of gloves and a scarf (green of course💚 )

❔Eddie ask you to teach him how to sew so that he can fix his own clothes when you are busy.

❔One day you meet him at the dinner and he has bandages all over his fingers. When you ask what happened Eddie tells you how he tried to fix the ripped seam in his slacks but he kept stabbing his fingers 🥺

❔You upcycle thrifted clothes into matching outfits for you and Eddie!! Eddie loves wearing them in public with you because it is a silent way of showing everyone who sees that you are his.

❔Eddies blankets definitely have holes them so you add colorful patches, cut into hearts, to mend them. His blanket is now covered in a rainbow of hearts

The Riddler

❔”Can you sew leather?”

❔Eddie comes to you with his mask design that is scribbled on a crumpled up piece of paper. The design was difficult to understand so you add your own changes to the mask.

❔When you show Eddie the mask he squeals “It is so much better than I could have ever imagined!” He tries it on immediately (makes you take the iconic polaroid photo 🤭)

❔You make mini shirts for his rats and he gets mad 🙄 “Why did you sew names on them?” “Because those are their names...” (your rat privileges are revoked😔 )

❔Ask you to add the question mark design onto his his jacket. He shows you the different question marks he made. “Which one looks the coolest.....it needs to be simple but also me?”

❔You gift his a teddy bear with a mini Riddler outfit that you handmade (you’ve got build a bear at home😊 )

Masterlist

I hope it’s not too short and you enjoy!!

@sapphicandserendipityy @mufnasa

#edward nashton #edward nashton imagine #edward nashton x reader #The Riddler #the riddler x reader #the riddler imagine #paul dano #paul dano imagine #paul dano x reader #paul dano character

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vampirebucky · 2 years

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what r ur headcanons about riddler

a/n: god i have so many, i think about this little freak far too often

Edward has asthma, it’s more mild but he still has a pump that he keeps in his work bag and on his desk at home. Tried smoking once in the orphanage and never again.

He spends so much time at his desk and crouched over his computer that’s he’s got the worst posture, sometimes he’ll catch himself hunched over and jerk upright.

Is so touch starved, someone once leaned against him during rush hour on the subway and he couldn’t stop thinking about how good it felt for weeks

Has some pretty bad anger issues, has these meltdowns where he yells and trashes his apartment, kicking and ripping down things from his walls.

He keeps every puzzle book he’s ever completed- actually he finds it hard to get rid of any of his possessions, he never had much in the orphanage so he’s prone to hoarding

Shops for clothes at charity shops/any where with a sale, he couldn’t care less about brand names, as long as it’s comfortable and cheap.

A guilty pleasure of his is binge watching childrens movies,especially Disney. He never got to watch them as a kid so he indulges in them now. They make him smile.

A pillow hugger, curls around it especially when he was nightmares which he’s very prone to. They can get bad, lots of sweating,whimpering and yelling.

He blushes so easily. Cheeks get flushed as soon as the weather gets chilly.

Classic music on when he works.

Can cook like 2/3 meals tops. Tends to get cheap microwave/oven meals or cheap takeaway. He’s eaten like one portion of vegetables this week.

Used to overeat straight after he got out of the orphanage, he wasn’t used to all the food and was scared that if he blinked it might disappear.

Always has cup noodles in the apartment and those instant cappuccinos.

He’s cleaned his apartment a handful of times since he’s moved in. It’s an organised mess in there.

Has spent way too long searching eBay for vintage cards. Don’t ask him about that one bidding war,he’s still not over it.

He’s spent so much time on every corner of the internet, has knowledge on the most random things.

Likes a lot of different genres of music, anything from rage against the machine to girls generation.

Can’t grow facial hair, maybe a tiny bit above his lip but nothing to write home about.

Hates being cold,reminds him of those winters in the orphanage, he’ll pay the high heating bill,it’s worth it.

Terrible with confrontation, he got mugged once and went home and trashed his apartment, felt so ashamed, he hates feeling weak.

He’s never been clubbing or to a bar, doesn’t drink often but when he does he drinks something that doesn’t taste like alcohol.

Was bullied a lot in the orphanage, the older boys used to scare him by telling him ghost stories (yes he’s still scared of ghosts)

Had a few good friends from the orphanage that he lost to drops.

Got the biggest rush the first time he went live, was buzzing for the whole day and couldn’t stop his hands from shaking.

Doodles on the corners of pages, on napkins, anywhere he can.

Has a lot of allergies, he was a pretty sickly child. Takes his medicine when he can afford it.

The man is a total virgin, he had a few chances to lose it but was honestly petrified.

Doesn’t really think about his sexuality much, if he had to put a label on it he’d say he was bisexual but he doesn’t really care for labels.

#i have so many i am insane 😵‍💫#the batman #the riddler headcanons #the riddler imagine #the riddler smut #the riddler #riddler #dano riddler #the batman imagines #edward nashton imagine #edward nashton

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robinofgothamcity · 2 years

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me estoy enamorando de ti

characters: edward nashton / the ridder

pronouns used: she/her

note: not checked for grammar or spelling mistakes / i'd really love to hear back from my AEW girlies on which wrestlers you'd like me to write for !! :) this had no reason to be as long as it did but minus whale this could have a part two if any of you would be interested in it

"gotham just sucks," you told your friend over the phone as you chewed down on your food, "it'd be nice to just be able to walk in the city at night and not feel like you're gonna get stabbed, shot, or hit. you know there's a rumor going around that there's people stabbing women at our universities parking lot at night? I'd like to feel safe walking at my own damn school ya know!"

edward sat in silence but taking in the conversation you were having. you were drinking a coffee and looking down at your books. from what edward could tell you were somewhere in the Communication department. you had several books on the subject. Communication in Health. how to communicate in non-violent ways, the book titles went on.

"and it's not like we can move out of the city. the rent is far too high anywhere else! have you seen what the prices are for even a studio apartment in Metropolis? it's like what a three bedroom would cost you here. Central City is okay but still more than Gotham," you continued, "but I'll talk to you later. I gotta study considering Graduation is in a few days and need to order another coffee while i'm at it."

you waved down the waitress, asking for another coffee and a dessert. you weren't too picky on what you got served; however, you saw her talking to the man on the barstool and asked him what he had. you tended to come to this diner a lot and although you never knew his name, you knew he ordered a pumpkin pie every time he was here.

you moved your things to the bar top, a few seats down from the man and gave him a small smile. he returned an awkward wave and looked back down to his pie. you thanked the waitress for the refill and pie before going back to your work. you were staring at your laptop screen, biting down on your gel nails in thought.

from what edward heard, you were in college so still on the younger side but you were about to graduate so not that young. you rubbed your eyes as they tingled in slight pain. you had been staring at the screen for too long he assumed. you gave your hair a run through with your fingers and drank some of your coffee before staring around the diner in procrastination.

"hey, i'm ( your name )," you turned to him. Edward looked up, not knowing if you were speaking to him or not. you nodded and smiled, "I'm edward," he replied quietly, tapping his pencil nervously, "you in college too? I always see you in here doing work so I can imagine you're in it like me."

edward shook his head, "no, I've been out for a long time now. I can imagine I was graduated when you entered," he replied. you waved him off, "you don't look like you're much older than I am! what do you do? i'm a Communication major and yes I've heard everything under the sun about it so I don't need the lecture," you said. "oh, I'm a forensic accountant," you nodded, "that's cool. so do you see dead bodies and stuff?" before edward could reply, the tv began to run last nights news segment on The Riddlers newest stream. you looked up to the tv, rolling your eyes a bit tiredly.

"I mean, I understand why he's doing it because I'm just as sick at Gotham as he is but I don't think I could ever kill someone you know?" you murmured off handedly. edward didn't mutter a word wondering where you were going with this, "it's whatever, right? guess Gotham has to gonna learn some how," you added on before looking back at edward, "plus, the whole Bruce Wayne thing is true to some extent like it's sad he lost his family but he's rich, he's not suffering like us mere mortals"

"did you grow up in an orphanage too?" edward finally asked. you shook your head no, "my mom was a single parent. she had to support four of us on her own and the pay wasn't great. her boss constantly stole checks from all of their employee's so sometimes we had to scrape from the barrel to get food. it wasn't until we were all old enough to have jobs to actually live decently."

edward nodded sympathetically, "I gotta go, I have class in the morning and I won't want to wake up if I stay any later," you gave edward one final smile before collecting your things and leaving.

you noticed through Twitter that The Riddler was going to go live soon. you had no idea that so many people were anticipating it this much. you heard stories from your friends who had watched them before about how cruel they could get. live execution wasn't uncommon and you didn't know how'd you feel if you witnessed a Gotham styled liveleak video happen in real time.

you gulped, biting the bullet and going to the website that had been shared to watch the stream from. you quickly made a username, not thinking much of what to call yourself before getting the question mark on your screen. you had no idea if this was going to bug your phone but you needed to see what the hype was about. you just hoped that you weren't about to witness a murder for your first time.

grabbing the coffee you were drinking, the stream popped up and a live close up of The Riddler started it off. you looked at your phone intensely as he went on and on about how he was going to start going for filthy employers who snaked their employees of their hard earned money. you gripped the mug as your eyes widened.

"no fucking way," you whispered seeing your mothers old boss sitting on a broken chair crying and screaming. you instantly grabbed your ipad and called your sister through video, "are you watching The Riddlers stream?" you screamed into the phone, "no, what the hell? why would I be?" she asked back. "he's going after Gotham factory ceo's now and you'll never guess who he has hostage!" you exclaimed shoving your phone to the camera.

your sisters eyes widened, not believing it either. she screamed for your mom who was in your homes kitchen and showed her what you were showing them, "is that Sanchez?" she asked hysterically screaming, "guess the bastard is getting what he needs," you murmured. your mom shook her head in disbelief, "he was a piece of crap but I don't think he needs to die from it," you gave her a look, "he made our life hell! do you remember the amount of times we had to sit in the cold with no electricity because you couldn't pay the bill when he stole that weeks check? shit, one less piece of shit in Gotham, am I right?"

your sister remained silent as your mom prayed silently before walking away. the two of you watched as your moms old boss cried out two wrong answers as The Riddler sang about how he had one more chance to get his riddle right before he got executed.

"maybe this can be a lesson to those who make innocent families suffer," The Riddler yelled into the camera, "I hope you have the day you deserve," he whispered into the other mans ear before grabbing his detonator remote and teasing the boss with it. you looked at your sister who gave you a look of acknowledgement. you put your phone face down on the table as a blast went off. you knew what he had done but you were in no mood to see it happen.

once you felt like it was safe to watch again, you noticed the comments going crazy. you had waved to your sister goodbye and fully immersing yourself into the stream again. your fingers hovered over the comment section, not knowing if you wanted to leave a comment or not.

"nice job going after this scum Riddler <3. this was a relief for many."

you quickly pressed send before leaving the chat and exiting the stream. you grabbed your bag and packed your school things before going to the diner to get dinner and work on some homework. the diner was practically empty with waitresses and the regulars sitting in their usual seats.

"an american with a coke, thanks Brandy," you told her as she put the order on the white paper and stuck it on a string so the cooks could see. you put your books on the bar top and watched the news going into a frenzy over The Riddlers latest stream. you knew they were going to exaggerate it like crazy, "that crazy bastard. since when was vigilantism suddenly become okay?" Brandy asked rhetorically. you shrugged, "it became okay when fuckers like that decided to punish innocent families into poverty for no reason."

you bit down on your burger and popped your headphones in as you got to working on your school assignments. you were tapping your tablet pen in concentration when you heard the bell of the door ring. you looked up to see it was edward walking in. you waved at him excitedly as he took a seat one over from yours.

"you're here later than usual, did you catch the news tonight?" you asked. edward knew to play it dumb and shook his head no, "you know how I was telling you about my moms dumb boss? he got executed tonight by The Riddler, isn't that ironic?" you exclaimed. brandy scoffed at the way you were explaining everything excitedly, "she thinks The Riddler is insane but come on, it's like he had it coming!"

"that is ironic. at least he won't put another family through that again," edward murmured. you nodded, taking a sip of your soda, "working on your accounting again?" you asked peering over to see the plethora of numbers on the sheets. he nodded, "I wish I was smart in math but I barely passed my gen ed math course my freshman year," you said, "the world just granted me great writing skills I guess."

"writing is just as great as math. it takes a lot for someone to write something interesting and I bet you're great at it," he confessed. you smiled fondly, "say edward, want to go out for brunch tomorrow? you can pick me up from my dorm around 11:00," you finally asked him.

edward was completely taken back. he had NEVER gotten asked out on a date before and it was never from girls as cute as you. you slid him the address of where your dorms were at along with your number and paid Brandy before leaving. you had left your stupid purple sparkly pen behind and edward immediately pocketed it.

edward put the napkin of where you left your information on into his coat jacket and left, not bothering to leave a tip this time around.

you woke up around ten in the morning and realized you only had an hour if edward decided to pull through on the date you had asked him out on. you put on your favorite pink sweater and black leggings before slipping on the same colored crocs of your hoodie. you knew it was pretty casual but edward didn't seem like fashionable type.

"where ya headed so early in the morning?" your roommates asked. you knew it was pointless to lie, "hopefully to a brunch date, why?" you asked. they all stared at you in shock, "a date? with who? you don't talk to anyone...ever," one of them exclaimed.

"he's graduated," you answered, "he's a forensic accountant for KTMJ so yeah, I don't think you'd know him." just as you were about to head to the door, you heard a knock on the door, "is it him?" they asked. you opened the door to see edward standing there awkwardly.

"hey edward! ready to go?" you asked. he nodded, wiping his hands nervously on his khaki's, "these are my roommates. roommates, this is edward," they all stared at edward in confusion. he was very much not in college anymore and didn't seem like the guys you'd usually go for, "what?" you asked them, seeing the looks they were giving edward, "nothing!" one roommate said, "just not someone we'd see you with," another said.

you could sense that edward was taking what they were saying to heart, "fuck off, that's why your boyfriend cheated on you and you can't find a stable relationship," you spat before leaving. your roommates, as much as they hated what you had said, knew you had a point.

"I was thinking this place by Gotham University. it's usually pretty dead around this time and kind of cheap," you giggled. edward agreed as he opened the door to his crappy car. you thanked him and buckled yourself in as edward started his car and went the way you told him.

the restaurant wasn't far but he could sense it was a very college populated place. they had jerseys from Gotham University hanging and even stupid portraits of dumb people who won ridiculous drinking challenges. as edward pulled into the parking lot, you immediately rolled your eyes at who was walking out.

"why is nelson here," you muttered to yourself, "what was that?" he asked. you shook your head, "nothing. just some stupid guy I was seeing for a while. lets go in before he recognizes I'm here." the two of you walked through the side entrance and sat at a two person table.

"thanks for coming out today, I can't remember the last time I went on a date," you said. edward smiled, "you're telling me. this is the first one I've ever been on," your eyes widened in surprise, "well, it's a pleasure to be your first," you whispered jokingly.

you stared at the plethora of photos on edwards wall. you had finally connected the dots that edward was The Riddler. he had confessed it to you one night after he came to your place bloody and hardly able to breathe.

"baby, you're not playing some elaborate joke right?" you asked. edward shook his head no as you went to grab a random paper that was on his wall, "this is a run on sentence babe," you heard edward life, "of course that's what you noticed. grammar mistakes don't pass by you, do they?"

you fixed your glasses and saw the lists of edwards next victims. police officers, government officials, and even the dean of your university, "what does laurence have to do with anything?" you asked him. edward gave you the file he had on him. you read over it quickly and realized that almost all tuition that all of you were paying the school was not going to any of the departments. it was going straight to a wired bank account that he had in secret.

"that stupid bastard," you whispered. edward held you close to him as he told you what the plans of execution were for him. the innocent mind you once had was long gone. although you refused to watch any execution edward did, you did know when they were going to happen and how. you had to admit it but you helped him prep a few of the streams when he was getting overworked.

"you're doing this tonight?" you asked. edward nodded, "can't wait any longer," he replied. you turned to look at edward and placed a kiss on his lips, "be careful. I don't need you getting hurt again and if it's any help, he's usually in his office Mondays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays until eight."

edward sighed contently, "you're heaven sent, sweetheart," he whispered in your ear. you smiled, putting your hands on his face, "I know darling, who else would be willing to go through your murder plans if not me?" you asked jokingly.

your hands went to edwards soft brown hair, running through it and pulling apart the tiny knots he had. edward did not want any of this to end but he knew he had to attend to his evening plans before he was late and wounded up in some unnecessary predicament. he let you kiss him once more before officially placing one last kiss on your forehead before leaving.

you knew that if edward ever got caught, you'd be going down with him. you were an accessory to several murders by now and that was something that Gotham Police would send you to Arkham for. even more so, you knew how disappointed your family would be about everything. they had no idea of the double life you were leading and how deep you were into it.

you pulled on one of edward's shirts and shorts of your own before pulling up the stream. edward knew your username by heart and got excited that you took time out of your day to watch it. once the stream began, you knew he was going to go on about Batman and how he'd see him in hell which you figured out would be Arkham.

as edward grabbed his weapon of choice for tonights execution, you put the phone down, not wanting to witness him actually kill him. edward never understood why you hated seeing it happen but helped with the plans beforehand. it was a weird ick he noticed you had but it was something he was never going to ask you about.

you stood in front of the Arkham picturing station, waiting as they set up the camera to take your mugshot. you had gotten caught by Gotham Police with edward. all of the waitresses were dumbfounded that the two of you were basically the reason why Gotham was even worse than it usually was.

you were wearing the infamous first date pastel pink sweater that matched your crocs and glasses. you looked at the camera, giving it an annoyed but tiny smile as they took the pictures. you could see the headlines covering you and edward from the tiny tv on the desk.

"The Riddler and (username) finally in GCPD custody."

your rolled your eyes at the fact that they used the stupid username you had given yourself for the streams as the headlining name. you would have preferred they called you by your real name but as they shoved the both of you into a cell, you were no longer able to read the headlines anymore. your mugshots were shown on TV as you stared at edward and shrugged.

"they could be worse," you joked making edward chuckle, "you're right darling, you look wonderful," he whispered. you shoved him playfully as he sat you on his lap, "I wonder how much time we have left together before they separate us," edward murmured as the two of you watched the news segment on yourself.

they showed pictures of your 'regular' life, wondering how you were able to go from a simple college student to a full fledged 'villain' as they called it. edward knew that they were playing it safe with you because as soon as they got to him, they were tearing him into shreds. they were almost sympathizing about how your life got turned upside down by this Riddler.

"beautiful woman ya got there," the two of you heard a voice from another cell say. you turned to edward as he went towards the door, "thanks pal but she's not available," he replied. the man laughed, an insane laugh you had never heard before, "I ain't takin' her from ya but I do have eyes," he said.

edward held you close as you had approached the door yourself, "nice to meet you," you whispered to the mystery man. he chuckled once more, "pleasure is all mine," was all he said before laying back down. you gave edward a confused look before deciding you had enough for one night and went to the top bunk of the bed.

#dc x reader #dc #dc imagine #dc comics #edward nashton #edward nashton x reader #edward nashton imagine #the riddler #the riddler imagine #the riddler x reader #edward nygma

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therealbattleangel · 2 years

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I'd like to request some Riddler/Edward x Reader where, after secretly setting up hidden cameras around the reader's apartment, he spies on them as they go about their day (and especially enjoys watching them shower or touch themself at night)

A Good Show - Dano!Riddler (Edward Nashton) x F!Reader

TW: Smut. Talk of breeding kink and exhibition kink but mainly just regular old smut

(Requests Open !)

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Edward just started with a simple interest in Y/N. He found her beautiful and since she lived in his building, he saw her often. But that interest turned into obsession and that obsession went so deep and so far that he snuck into her apartment when she was at work and put cameras all around her place. Once he installed them, he headed back to his place and just watched. Watched as Y/N got back in from work, went and took a shower, cooked herself dinner. Once she had laid down in bed, he went to turn off the camera before he realized… Y/N is moaning. She was touching herself. Suddenly, Edward realizes; he can watch her touch herself every single night now. He turned up the volume on his computer, putting in headphones just in case anyone overheard him. At one point, she removed her blanket covering her body and Edward was able to very clearly see her touching herself, closing her eyes and letting herself truly experience the pleasure. Edward watched before he slowly unzipped his pants, pulling them down enough that he could pull down his boxers so he could start touching his very hard member. He watched as Y/N continued to finger herself with one hand and rub her clit with the other. He then spit into his hand before beginning to jerk off, moaning quietly as he did. He continued to jerk himself off before he realized that Y/N had stopped touching herself. He slowly came to a stop before realizing she was grabbing a few toys she had to use on herself. A wand vibrator and a dildo that seemed to be about the size of Edward. This excited him who quickly began jerking himself off again, this time thinking about him being the one fucking her. Making her moan and whine like she was. She was putting on an amazing show and she didn't even know it. Edward began speeding up his movement as Y/N sped up hers. He wanted to cum along with her, imagining he was filling her full of his cum. He was so in love with her, he wanted so desperately to just break in and fuck her right here, right now. Feel her tightly around him. But for now, this would do him. He continued to thrust himself into his hand as she continued to fuck herself with her toys before she released, her whole body shaking for a moment. Edward was not far behind her, accidentally cumming onto the computer screen. He quickly went and grabbed a few tissues and wiped it off before he realized that Y/N wasn't done; she was going for round two. He then looked down and saw his member had become as hard as a rock once again. He then smirked to himself before saying to himself "guess I'm going for round two as well"

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A/N: Hope you enjoyed this! Apparently a lot of people want Riddler smut so that's what I'm going to do. Although this is it for tonight. I will be filling out/answering the last of my requests tomorrow since I should have more time to actually sit down and write.

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plentyoffandoms · 2 years

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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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imagine--if · 1 year

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Could we get Eddie accidentally snapping at his S/O? Especially if his S/O is particularly sensitive. Like- how would he apologize. <3

It’s extremely, like, almost impossibly hard to get Edward at the point of him raising his voice at his angel, because he’s just so in love and would probably lash out at himself like hell if he ever did anything even slightly on purpose that hurt you 🥺

I can only really see him making you flinch by being hysterical and unhinged after or during one of his intense livestreams, or maybe if he’s trying to convince you not to side with the corrupt or to love him like he loves you?

Ed would catch on almost immediately though, and you’re getting a thousand apologies for the rest of the day, he takes so much convincing to let the fact that he made you uncomfortable go 🥲

He’ll be extra clingy too, of course, if that’s possible for The Riddler 🥰

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sweetums0kitty · 1 year

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Mask Maketh The Man

Another Sav fic so soon?! What is this productivity? Anyway! This is another request from my good pal Bunny! @lovesickrobotic I hope you enjoy Bun! <3 Btw my requests are openhttps://www.tumblr.com/sweetums0kitty/717181379533815808/requests-are-open Shoot me an ask!

Warnings: None just pure fluff

He was beautiful, regal, and powerful, so different in his fearsome regalia than when he's just your mild-mannered Edward. He had finally assembled the complete outfit after months of searching Edward was finally the Riddler. "Well… How do I look?" came his modulated voice sending a cold shiver down your spine. His already piercing gaze was heightened by the way the clear frames of his glasses were set over the bridge of the mask. He looked like death, he was an angel of vengeance… Edward was everything. "You're- oh my god, this is really happening!" laughing as you pushed your hair out of your face with a deep sigh. Eddie stepped forward and you instantly stepped back from his hulking form. Arms hanging lamely by his sides he lifted his hand to scratch the back of his neck but stopped when he was reminded of the plastic wrap at the back of his skull. "Do I scare you like this?" he insinuated taking a step back with a forlorn tilt of his masked head. quickly you stepped forward attempting to soothe Eddie. "No, no! I'm not… You don't scare me! I'm just worried… What if you get caught?" beginning to pace back and forth in front of where the Riddler stood. He snorted and you turned quickly to glour at the masked man before you. "It's a perfectly valid concern!" Sighing the hot breath fogged the lenses of his mask making Eddie look a bit less fearsome. "C'mere" gesturing for you to come into his long protective arms. Obediently you stepped forward and instantly the warm, comforting presence of Edward enveloped you. Resting your head on his chest you could breathe in the familiar scents of coffee and old paper that made Eddie your Eddie. He was so tenderly soft it was hard to imagine the hands that gently stroked your hair, shushing all the niggling doubts that plagued you could be used for such gruesome violence.

Gently he bent forward hooking leatherbound gloves under your knees and bringing you almost effortlessly (He was a bit out of breath, he did always say he wasn't physically gifted. But for you! An effort was made) to the couch before sitting down with you snugly perched in his warm lap. The old futon groaned under the combined weight but held fast. Sitting curled up in his arms you felt truly safe, like nothing in the hellish streets of Gotham could take you from Edward. Still like a child afraid of the monster under the bed, you needed reassurance. Turning to face Eddie you hesitated to touch his face. Emerald eyes held your gaze and you could just see the way his brows were furloughed with the crinkle of the skin around his eyes. "Angel?" one gloved hand reached up to touch your cheek and instantly it clicked. "Can I touch your mask?" the words flopped from your lips in one undignified lump. "Of course, you can.." a bit incredulous that you would even ask to touch him. Even so, your hands gingerly met the vinal of his mask in an exploratory touch. Ghosting fingers over the shapeless face covering you could feel where his gorgeous nose was encased, down further and there were his cherubic cheeks and down once more and you were brushing over his lips. "See I'm still me, just better." whispering as you worked the hooks of the facial covering off so you could properly hold the reddened cheeks of your beloved. Letting the mask flop between the two of you as you bent forward to press a kiss into the plush petals of his lips. Instantly you melded with Edward. Lips dancing together as you cradled each other's cheeks. Finally pulling away to rest your foreheads together. "You're already amazing Eddie." gently kissing his nose. Snuggled under his chin you felt like renewal could be found within your love.

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finniestoncrane · 3 months

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Punishment/Reward

Arkham!Riddler x Fem!Reader, word count: 550 oh some absolute sweetheart requested this on ao3 and i couldn't help myself because i have been giddy over him again 💚 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: fingering, cockwarming, teasing, orgasm denial, reader has a pussy but no gendered language is used

Eddie’s hand reached up to you, curling around your throat and tensing, python like in the confident, predatory grasp he held you in.

“There were set stipulations to this agreement, and I am being very considerate in giving you a warning, first.”

You struggled briefly, trying to choke your words out, instead opting for a silent nod in understanding. There had been a formal discussion, with Eddie laying out his rules in advance of submitting to your will, and you had graciously accepted them. They had been reasonable, after all, you mused, as you played it over in your mind.

“If you want to be filled, I can satiate that desire. But you won’t move. You won’t speak. And you won’t be a hindrance to my concentration. Deal?”

Ever cock-hungry, only where Eddie was concerned, you had nodded so hard and enthusiastically your head had begun to hurt, only stopping when he had lifted your chin in his gloved hand and looked into your eyes with a confidence that always stirred both terror and arousal deep within your core.

“Very good.”

And now, here you were, breaking that rule already. So desperate, your body aching with an intensity and desire so strong you’d forgotten where you were, and who you were disobeying, and had begun to roll your hips a little as you sat on his lap. Of course, this disobedience would not go unnoticed, certainly not by Eddie. Despite the fact his cock throbbed inside of you, twitching with every slight stroke of it against your insides, he wouldn’t, or couldn’t, let you bend the rules. Every misdemeanour deserved punishment, even to his own pleasure’s detriment.

“Now, if you’re going to misbehave, I will have to make you atone for it.”

He bucked his hips up once, thrusting himself up to the hilt, holding you down, one hand on your throat, one hand on your thigh.

“Do. Not. Move.”

The hand on your thigh moved to your front to play with you, teasing you, taunting you cruelly as he growled in your ear. Rough fingers skirting over sensitive, tingling skin while you tensed your body in a desperate attempt to remain as still as possible.

“My, my. What a mess you’re making.”

He removed his hand from you and held it in front of your face, prying his finger and thumb apart and bringing them together again, displaying strands of your arousal as they stretched between his digits. You didn’t need the example, you were more than aware of how wet you were, dripping onto his cock as it pulsed, still, steady, hard, within you.

His fingers moved to your mouth, pushing down on your bottom lip and placing his fingers on your tongue, letting you taste yourself. You choked back a soft gasp, imagining that any sound would count as “against the rules”, but he quickly pulled the digits out and cooed softly into your ear.

“Oh, now… I’m not completely without empathy. If it helps, you may make some noise. I will admit to finding your pathetic mewling somewhat of a stroke to my ego.”

You whined, almost on command, a strangled sound that vibrated through you. It didn’t make it any easier however, but you knew neither of you could last much longer. Or at least, you hoped.

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