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TBH I have forgotten suggesting about this one, like, it's been a while, but oh well, better later than never! But definitely I agree as well, Ed would have loved seeing his beloved one playing some cool games x33

Something interesting just came in my mind rn and I wouldn't mind sharing this suggestion tbh xD Oh well, what if Dano!Riddler/Edward watches the reader playing some videogames? It can be anything but also what if it was for two players too? Especially during a rainy and cold night and cuddling each other for warmth and affection? BTW feel free to create some story about it. Have fun as well! [> u o]

Edward would totally try to convince you to be a gamer/streamer 😂 and that's how I'm starting this

Again, whatever you're interested in, the riddling maniac is too, especially if the games you're playing have deep, interesting lores to them. He wants to understand everything and pick things apart piece by piece, that's just Eddie's way. Some of the storylines are fascinating to him, and the others are just amusing, especially when you're playing and reacting to them.

If he's not playing with you, he's watching intently, and probably slumped on you in a way, Edward's head on your shoulder are you tap away at your keyboard or controller. They're great distractions for rainy days, absolutely, especially when it's cold. He hates the cold.

Speaking of affection? Have fun trying to concentrate on weeding your town on Animal Crossing with this man's arms wound around you and tugging your body further and further into him 🥰️ he's so clingy, it's ridiculous 🥺️

Last Man Alive:

Table of Contents

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11

Part 12

Part 13

Part 14

Part 15

Part 16

Part 17

Part 18

Part 19

Part 20

Part 21

Part 22

Part 23

Part 24

Part 25

Part 26

Part 27 (finale)

Meme

Playlist

AYO, PHANTOM DANO!RIDDLER

I HAD THIS DREAM WHERE DANO!RIDDLER WAS LIKE THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA AND IT WAS SO WEIRD BUT HOT AT THE SAME TIME!!! SO I MADE THIS BC I WAS LIKE I DONT WANT TO FORGET IT AND MAYBE GIVE YOU GUYS IDEAS FOR A FANFIC *wink wink*

every breath you take ❥ edward nashton

GET IT ??2 LIKE THE POLICE SONG?2?? WHERE THEY GO "i'll be watching you..."

anyways :')

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summary // riddler always has everything planned, from the moment his plot begins up until the day after it has happened. he expects himself to be able to expect everything, until his mind is taken elsewhere during a routine stakeout on the police response to his latest hit...

warnings // stalking, profanity, mentions of violence and death, so very angsty... part 2 is much better i promise

author's note // gOD I FUCKinG love the edward nashton sees pretty person and goes absolutely feral trope... so good n nice. i do not condone stalking. he's creepy af in this, but i'm mentally ill so i dig that! also, eddie's a journalist in this, which i believe is canon as of the 2022 movie, but if i'm wrong deal with it ig LMFAO sorry

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The rain pounds, rhythmic, against the windshield of the car, interrupted only by the periodic screeching of faulty wipers. The figure behind the wheel slumps down into his damp coats, now finding himself faced with the first dilemma of the night he hadn't prepared for.

Does he leave the wipers on, letting the sound bombard his ears until it inevitably sends him into yet another unjustified, white-hot rage? Or, does he shut them off, and sacrifice what might be his only chance at a good view of the show? He tugs his lip between his teeth, rolling his head back against the seat theatrically as he ponders his options.

Squeeaaak.

He turns the radio up just a little bit louder, and rolls up the driver's side window all the way. It drowns out the sound, but only just barely enough to satisfy him. As tires squeal a few streets ahead and the avenue around him is painted red and blue, it occurs to him that he might not even be sitting out here for very long anyway.

Men pour from their police cars into the intersection, losing their typical law-enforcing rigidness to the chaos that has just been wrought upon Gotham. Even with the radio up, the windows shut, and the god-awful sound of the wipers, Nashton could hear them barking orders to one another from his place a few streets down. It was everything he'd expected, the exact image that played in his mind some nights ago when he sat awake scribbling the details of this exact plan out in his notebook. The place, the time, the disorderly yelling, the panic— hell, even the rain. Everything is falling into place, right before his very eyes.

And it thrills him. The show has officially begun.

A delighted smile creeps across his face, his eyes widening in childlike glee. It was these moments, he decides then, that he lived for. He reaches for his backpack on the passenger seat and fumbles for his binoculars and remote. He's just a few seconds behind his schedule— the time spent basking in his genius was, admittedly, not accounted for in the scheme— and if this is truly to work he must act fast. With one hand he yanks out the binoculars, and his fingers graze the cool plastic of the detonator right as he hears the first cue.

"Come out with your hands up! Step out of the vehicle!" It's muffled by the distance and the steady downpour, but he knows it when he hears it. In milliseconds he has the binoculars raised to his eyes, his sights locked in, laserfocused, on the scene unfolding in the street.

His symbol glares at him from the side of the van halted in the center of the intersection. The spray paint bleeds a bit in the rain, but he almost likes it better that way. Nevertheless, he knows the paint job was... temporary, anyway.

"I will not repeat myself again! Show me you hands!" Nashton licks his lips. His grip tightens dangerously around the detonator, watching the officer approach the dummy in the driver's seat.

"Sir, can you hear me! Do you need medical attention?" the officer calls from a disappointingly safe distance. Nashton predicted a standoff, but it's still just as much of a letdown as if he hadn't. He pulls out the remote and sets it in his lap as he hears a chorus of voices calling for an EMS, faced now with the weight of the three long minutes and, give or take, twenty-eight seconds it takes an ambulance to travel from Gotham Community Hospital to Grange Street— with light traffic, of course. It was commuting hours, after all.

Now antsy, Edward scans the crowd that's gathered around his scene. A morbid sense of accomplishment pools low in his gut as he takes in not only the size of the crowd, but the state of it. Men, women, and children, from all walks of life, all gathered on the corner of Grange and Second to watch his story unfold. On each face are eyes like saucers, and mouths hanging delightfully with anxiety or moving hastily, asking questions. His eyes drift across the crowd, not stopping on any face in particular. He knows he can't allow himself to humanize these people, not with the knowledge of what is about to come.

When his gaze lands on you the first time, toward the front of the pack and forced between an officer and a police barricade, his mind doesn't immediately register what he's looking at. It takes a second, maybe two, until his head snaps back to your direction in a double-take.

And there you are. Front and center in his mind now, tucked into a down raincoat and clutching your journalist's pad to your chest, there you are. Watching with baited breath as the Riddler's latest explosive, proudly his most powerful yet, sits in a van not even five feet from you. Blissfully unaware of your proposed imminent death, and without any realistic means of escape once it arrives.

The ambulance comes roaring in, and the crowd parts, a Red Sea of future civilian casualties, to allow its passage. Panic lodges in his throat as he gropes for the remote detonator. His time is running out. He knows that. Law enforcement is going to discover the doll, and then they're going to open the back of the van. The show must go on.

His breathing is shallow as the first EMT approaches the driver's side of the vehicle in his peripheral vision. Somewhere deep within himself, he knows he must detonate the bomb, but no longer is he prepared for it. A new scene plays in his mind as he's paralyzed there, his sight locked on your face. In his head its beautiful shape contorts with unprecedented fear, illuminated by the burst of firelight from the backside of the van. When they pry it open, you'll be the among first to see the wires and tanks of gas. Will it register in your head what is to come before you're wiped from this plane of existence by flaming death? What will the office look like, decorated by your memorial— the flowers, the photos, the obituary? How could he ever show his face at work again, knowing exactly who is at fault for your empty desk?

"No," he pleads into the empty car. "Please, move..." His thoughts are frantic, running through his options too quickly to effectively address any of them.

The paramedics open the driver's side door. The doll falls out.

"Move, just fucking move!" Detonator in hand, he pounds on the dashboard. His vision is blurred, either by new tears pooling in his eyes or sheer unbridled panic. "MOVE! MOVE! FUCKING MOVE!"

He positions his thumb over the button on the remote as police and S.W.A.T. encircle the vehicle. Deciding he can't watch, he leans forward and rests his head on the steering wheel. All of the yelling from outside, the rain, the classical music from the radio, all of it— it ceases to exist against his sobbing. He sobs so loud and so hard he feels his ribs becoming sore.

He knows what he must do. The show must go on.

Click. Boom.

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There was no more elaborate escape. No starting the car and speeding off into the night, high off of the adrenaline of it all. No victorious joyride while the news report plays quietly in the background. None of it.

He lost track of how long he'd spent there, face pressed into the steering wheel, remote in hand. He'd cried until his entire body collapsed and his tear ducts went dry.

When he finally lifts his head, his forehead is sticky with sweat and his neck cracks uncomfortably. He lets the remote fall to the floorboard, unclenching his hand for the first time in what must have been hours. With one destination in mind, he turns the key in the ignition and the car roars to life.

He hesitates, frozen again as he stares at the intersection before him. The site of the blast was impressive to say the least, still blackened with soot despite the rainfall. His eyes drift to approximately where you were standing, and a chill shoots through his body to find the ground completely charred. What might have been left of the van was already cleaned and hauled off. It’s as if it never happened.

Maybe it didn’t happen. Maybe if he just goes about his night as he usually would— stopping by your apartment, sitting in his car across the street for an hour or so, watching you through the street-facing window as you sit at your desk and run through computer work or have your dinner— he can pretend that he didn’t just blast you into a million little pieces in the middle of a crowded intersection. With enough convincing, he can almost believe that the sweet soul who offered him coffee once on his third day at the press office, who still smiles at him when they catch his gaze lingering, who moves with beauty and intrigue like he’d never witnessed before is not truly lost in this universe quite yet.

He was never able to understand quite what it was that drew him into you. It was instinctual, primal, and so very sudden. Once he realized his obsession, he supposed that it was just the way of things. Flies go to honey, moths chase the light, and Edward Nashton occupies every available thought with his breathtaking coworker. Now though, as he’s speeding down Gotham’s dreary side streets, he finally gets it.

All he’s ever seen in people is their worst. Why else would he spend so much energy cleansing the city of its scum?

But no matter how much time he spent observing you, listening to you, reading your work, or turning you over and around and inside out in his mind, there wasn’t a single flaw that presented itself. Not even your mortal shortcomings sounded any alarm in his head. It was maddening, trying to find something he could theoretically dislike about you, anything to shake this schoolboy crush that had manifested in his conscience, because nothing ever came to light. You’d only ever been kind to him. You’d only ever been beautiful. You’d only ever been absolutely perfect.

And he knew you’d always be. Even in death, he knew that this version of you that is forever preserved in his mind is just as perfect and real as when you were alive. That’s the conclusion he comes to as he sits in his usual spot across from your apartment tonight, staring up into your window and mumbling his shaky apologies under his breath.

It hasn’t set in yet. The room is dark, and the curtains are drawn. You aren’t home.

He lets himself fall quiet as he listens to the city around him. How empty it seems without you in it. The radio babbles on to fill the silence.

…inside a van on the intersection at Grange and Main, six officers and three civilians were hospitalized. While one of the officers has reportedly succumbed to his injuries, his name has not yet been released to the public…

He stares at the radio system, breath picking up.

He saw the aftermath of the explosion. The sheer sprawl of the immediate blast should have killed anyone within a radius of seven feet. According to his evaluation, he expected at the very least three deaths on-site and five more officer hospitalizations. His brow furrowed, deep in thought, as he ran through the events of the night.

He parked his car in position. Law enforcement arrived. They called for an ambulance. EMT discovers the dummy. They opened up the van. He hesitated, but he detonated the bomb.

He hesitated.

He hesitated.

“Oh my God,” he breathes, eyes wide with disbelief, “It didn’t work. It didn’t fucking work.”

With trembling fingers, he shoves the key back into the ignition and starts the car again. The radio continues.

…no civilian deaths have been reported, and the three victims remain in stable condition. In other news, Gotham and surrounding cities will be seeing a temperature drop…

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PART TWO

I. the world is a curse, it'll kill if you let it

Summary: Edward Nashton, your weird, solitary, coworker, has been in your mind a lot lately, an obsession that is clearly reciprocated. What happens when your paths inevitably cross?

word count: 7700k (not beta'd, sorry)

warnings for this chapter: soft!dark!edward (talks of depression, anxiety and self-hatred. alcohol and drug abuse. implied bullying, stalking, mysogyny and incel shit in general (hello, it's the Riddler). masturbation, hallucinations and voyeurism. do not interact if you're under 18.

Edward Nashton gets under your skin without you even noticing it. 

It’s the way he stares, at first. That is what catches your attention. The forcefulness of his eyes, so unashamed, makes you look away, embarrassed. You sometimes wonder if he does it on purpose to make you uncomfortable, a hint of annoyance at his lack of restraint. But he is excessively shy, quiet, a bit disturbing, yes, but mostly, just Edward Nashton from accounting. Harmless, despite what other people around the office like to suggest. 

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II. I'M ALREADY HIGH ENOUGH, I ONLY GOT EYES FOR YOU

Summary: A night-out quickly gets out of hand when an incident puts you in the Riddler's path.

word count: 16k (for someone who's bad at smut I sure write a lot of it)

warnings for this chapter: soft!dark!edward, stalking, voyeurism, use of sedatives with the intention of sexual abuse (not done by Edward), alcohol and drug abuse, SMUT, dom!reader/sub!edward, masturbation, loss of virginity, female receiving oral, degradation kink, overstimulation, unprotected sex. do not interact if you’re under 18.

A/N: uhhh. this is not good, me thinks. but i'm glad I finished something. even made a playlist for it! if you're glad too, please reblog and tell me all about it! bye folks, see you next time <3

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It’s a complicated and unique chain of events that usually sends you into a spiral that leads to a bender. 

It starts with a trigger — something simple, like a mundane situation, an inconvenience or annoyance that wouldn’t even be noticed by someone who had their shit together, someone who’s not as sensitive as you are. Today, it’s a Friday night, and you’re already on edge. It’s a mixture of FOMO-inducing anxiety and boredom, and as always, a bit of loneliness, too. 

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Gotham Riddler x reader x Penguin episode 1 (Part 2)

Long time no see (Part 2)

*FlashBack from Season 2*

The large wall clock's ticking sound was fitting the client dining room where Oswald was sitting while waiting patiently for his father's return. He said he would be back in a moment but it seemed much longer to him for a strange reason. Could it be his overwhelming feeling that he wasn't alone anymore and had a real family and place to call home? Or.....perhaps he was just couldn't help but be impatient as usual.

Just then the big double doors opened wide as Mr. Elijah entered in with a joyful smile. "My apologies to keep you wait for so long, son. But now...I have the great honor to present you....my savior" The old man stepped aside revealing you who was standing right there with your hands behind your back and a nervous excretion across your face.

"Oh, please don't hide your beautiful face by staring down, you have nothing to be shy about...I accuse you, my dear" His soft tone made you feel less stressed, a bit at the very least. After all, it was your very first time to be invited for dinner here. Your face raised slowly up to meet with Oswald's icy blue eyes.

The raven-haired young man could feel his heart skip a beat only from the first sight of you. He could feel standing up from his seat quickly before he walked his way over you.

It was a matter of seconds for you to notice the 'difference' between his one foot and the way he was walking. But instead, like most people who found it to be funny...you thought it was rather cute.

Elijah stared with a clearly satisfied smile over you both as his reach to give your back some gentle taps. "My beloved son, meet (Name), my dear this is my boy, Oswald. I have a feeling...you two are going to get along pretty well"

"Oswald huh? That's a cool name you have" You commented happily and reached out your hand for a friendly shake.

As soon as he saw that move of yours, his hand cupped with yours in a perfect match. "I-It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance" Unknown to you, a gasp escaped from his mouth as a warm feeling began to fit in him.

"So, how about we all have a seat? Dinner will be ready soon and I think, we have much to discuss together. what you both think?"

"Yes of course, um....as soon as Oswald could let go of my hand" You didn't want to hear rude at all but your head couldn't think of any other way to make the young guy get your point.

"Oh, I...I am s-so sorry" Oswald chuckled nervously before he tried to apologize and removed his hand away.

Oswald stared at (name) contemplating how they held their composure before him and Mr. Elisah. There was something enticing about this person that kept pulling his gaze towards them, he watched how (name) became somewhat distracted by his chilling gaze. Oswald picked up the glass of red wine that was sat in front of him; he raised the glass to his lips before enquiring. "How did you find your journey?"  

For Oswald is felt somewhat odd trying to engage in small talk, which was very unusual for him for he had mastered the skill along the time ago, but today...it was hard to even do so. The creature before him had made him feel unsettled. He took a sip of the red wine awaiting (name) response.  

You hesitated to give an answer at first, as your hand reached to buy the back of your neck a bit nervously. "Well...I meet Mr. Elijah in one of my usual morning walks. He lost his balance and fell over the train rails. I didn't even realize how I found myself down there and trying my best help him clamp to the safety, the train was coming and the last moment...."

"They saved me Oswald" Elijah finished (Name's) line for them as he finally sat back to his chair. "That's why I felt so grateful for the kindness this remarkable person showed me, so I invited them here as a way to say 'Thank you'. However, I know just some food is not enough..."

"No, my good sir you invite me here and that's more than enough for me. You see, my grandmother passed away some weeks before and she was the only one I had left. Where I saw asking for help and not a single person bothered to take the risk and try to make a move, I just had to do so. Not to mention I had the honor to meet your son as well. Forgive me if I'll hear rude Oswald but could I ask you a question?...A favor if you will"

Oswald placed the glass of red down and cocked his head and eyebrows. "I'm truly sorry for your loss of your grandmother, truly I am. Please ask away in regards to your favor, seems only fair since you saved my father from the perils of the oncoming train"

"I find your name pretty unusual yet quite fascinated so....would you allow me from now on to call you Oz?" You questioned with sparkled eyes in the hope he would accept your request. None of your both could see Elisah who was staring between you with a knowing smile across his face, he knew there was something on the air that was attracting you both like magnets. He knew it was a good decision to bring you hereafter all

Oswald reclined back into his chair with a smirk on his face. "Usually I don't like people calling me 'nicknames'. However, since this is a small request due to such a huge favor you did for my father. I suppose I could be as so inclined to allow you and let me make this very clear...only you to call me Oz"

He gave a slight chuckle, then noticed his father's eyes watching them both. "Is there something you wish to add father?"

"You both remind me of the first time your mother and I met. I mean...your case is different from what ours was, but you seem to get along rather quick...just like how it happened with your mother. However, I have the mention you should be more polite the way you talk to someone....especially when this person is (Name)" With the first thought it seemed Elijah kind scold on his son for his rather overproud behavior when the actual truth was it was just pure helping advice from a loving father.

Oswald rolled his eyes at his father's voice "I understand your words come from love of a father, however you should not be meddling in such affairs for myself and (Name)" Oswald smirked once more, "Besides we barely know one another, they only have my permission to call me Oz but that is it. Should I seek out this person before me as an equal I shall do so on my own terms? You forget father that I am a man. However, I must admit (Name) is only a little gentle on my eyes"

Oswald grabbed his fork and knife, then began cutting into his food before him. "(Name) if you found out coming across a being that had some magnetic pull on you, would you let it pull you in or would you resist? I prefer a game of giving and take myself" Oswalds laughed at his own inner joke in his head"

"I....didn't mean to offend anyone. You're right the fact I saved your father's life doesn't mean I have the right to call you with a nickname you dislike others to call you. Also, forgive me if I got too far by asking you such a thing from the moment we barely know each other, just as you said. And as about the magnetic connection you mentioned before....it depends on what kind of person I come across and how they approach and behavior towards me. I won't tolerate any low treatment when it comes to people who think rather higher from others just because they have riches and power on their hands. Do not misunderstand me, I have respect towards people in general...But most of all, I have respect for myself and in order to answer your joke-question. If this magnetic power you talked about would lead me to someone I sense he is worthful, I would be more than glad to let it pull me straight to them. But if they wouldn't be worthy enough......I would absolutely resist with everything I got. Just to let you know I am not a person who goes down without a fight...I accuse you that" Your previous calm and happy mood changed into a more serious one as your eyes never broke contact with Oswald's.

Mr. Elijah notices the electric fences between you both started to become stronger but he knew he couldn't do anything to stop it. Oswald was so right, he's a full-grown man and even as a father he should let his son do whatever he thinks is for the best, He only hoped Oswald could manage to calm things between them eventually.

"Well I'm glad we are all on the same page, let us enjoy the food before us" Oswald focused his sights upon his food, figuring it was better to avoid staring at their guest. Knowing that the charged atmosphere was becoming too much, he was even beginning to get a mild headache. He reached for his glass of wine again and sipped it. " I do wish to know however what your plans are within our city?" Oswald asked but still focused on his food.

You finally felt ready to start eating when you began to cut your food in small pieces rather skillfully. "As I said before, my dear grandma isn't with me anymore so I want to take a risk and make a trip I dreamed for such a long time. But I couldn't leave without saying goodbye to Mr. Elisah. I don't how long it will take me to complete my journey but I am gonna make it out no matter what difficulties I'll find on my way" Your tone returned in a calmer one once again as you felt more comfortable on your seat and continue eating.

"So I guess we won't have the pleasure to see you any time soon eh? What a shame, though I am glad you took such an important decision and follow your dreams. I wish I would be more confident and brave when I was at yours and my son's age"

Oswald looked up at your face "Perhaps you would like to stay in Gotham just for a few nights before you venture forth. I could gladly show you some of our most beautiful assets. That is if you wish too?" He said with a broadening smile on his face.

Your eyebrow raised up from the young man's offer that surprised you a bit. What's with this guy anyway? The one moment he seems all shy and nervous, the other an overproud spoiled brat, and the next....generous and willing to make you change your mind in order to stay for a while longer? Seriously, it was hard to understand the way his mind works. "This...is a kind offer of your part, but I am afraid it's too late to change my plans, you see I will leave today" You explained calmly, before whipping the drops of food away from the corners of your mouth with the help of a small towel.

As soon as you stood up from your seat, Elijah followed along and walked over to stand right before you. He gazed down at you with a rather serious expression across his face as then he opened his arms wide and pulled you into a warm embrace. "I will miss you, my child...I will really miss you" He whispered softly, it seemed like he was almost ready to cry yet no tears were visible. "My son, could you do me the favor and accompany our dear friend out? To make sure they'll be fine" Elijah glanced over Oswald with a knowing smile.

Oswald peaked his head to look out through the window, it was a heavy downpour. "Let me retrieve my umbrella, can't have you getting a chill" Oswald stood from the table and walked with both his back heels touching each other, no matter how hard he tried to point feet forward it ached beyond comprehension. As he walked to the rack which contained the black umbrella he contemplated about you briefly and how the night had gone so far. He thus picked up his umbrella and escorted you out of the house where it was a cold bitter rainstorm.

"Wow, man what a storm..." You said mostly to yourself once glanced up to the heavy raining sky that was full of dark gray clouds. Fortunately, you didn't get wet at all thanks to Oswald's umbrella what was hovering upon both yours and his head. You turned around to face the raven-haired guy and let out a kinda disappointing sight. "Let's hope I'll be lucky enough to won't have to swim cross the roads" You chuckled to your own joke but more from nervousness. "Well, it was....nice to meet you, Oz-...errr Oswald, I mean" You smiled politely and your hand reached out for him to shake one last time.

"Please, you can call me Oz. Should you need anything at all from me or my father, you are more than welcome to return" As they shook hands Oswald gave (Name) a warm, reaffirming stare, there was something almost of the spark within his gaze. "Till we meet again?"

"Yeah, until then, I suppose. Please watch over your dad, he's a really good man and now you both reunited...he's gonna need you the most. At least that's what I think" You were about to let go of Oswald's hand but just then you felt him grabbing your wrist gently. What made you turn your gaze back to face the guy and watched in shock as he gave you his umbrella to hold. "Wh-what? Oz, this is yours...I can't take it with me you know"

"I insist, should you find yourself in need of shelter, plus consider it a small token of my appreciation" With that being said Oswald Cobblepot watched (Name) walk away.

Hey hey hey ik I'm like super early but what ab a ex batkid (who kinda got the jason Todd treatment) and is now hanging around/being taken in by killer croc, bane , riddler hcs please

Aka, people who have the most dad energy-

Killer Croc + Ex! Bat Kid:

- You fought Waylon as a Bat Kid but you weren't like the others who called him "Lizard Lips", "Ugly", "Scaly" and other childish taunts. You were gentle to him and you showed more compassion than the rest.

- I honestly think that even before your death, you hung out with Waylon a lot or at least tried to outside of fighting. You'd visit him in Arkham, you'd ask how he was doing that day, and scold other people who insulted him. He wasn't sure why but you just seemed to comfortable around him.

- That's why the news of your death was hard on him, because you were so young and so good, and yet you had to die. He respectfully tried to lay off crime after your death, mostly just stealing for necessity and committing a few acts of self-defense, but other than that, he did try to stop. In your honor.

- When he sees you again, he's shocked but he's also concerned as you stumble into the sewers afraid and scared, your old hero suit was tattered, and your eyes were wide and terrified. His first instinct is to take care of you and calm you before he interrogates you about what happened. You clutch onto him and cry and tell him your horrible story, how a mission went terribly wrong and you got trapped and your family didn't even bother to come back for you, that one moment you were dead and the next you weren't. Hes sympathetic and he validates you as he holds you and rocks you like a father would their child.

- Obviously you have beef with your family and while Waylon won't go out of his way to make them pay, since what's done is done, he will stop them from trying to force you to come home or try to deter them from bugging you. Hissing when Damian tries to justify to you what happened, knocking back Bruce when he tries to forcefully bring you back home, and everything.

- He does want you to reconcile with them but also, he thinks they should prove themselves worthy of a second chance because they literally left you to die, by accident or not.

- He also doesn't mind the new company you bring to his sewers and is pretty happy you make yourself at home right away. You hang up posters, you have a cool futon, he stole a few things like an electrical generator for lights for you (he's sorta accustomed to seeing in the dark) and you both do your best to make it home.

- If you wanna be a vigilante, thats fine. Croc knows you still have your streak of running into danger without thinking of yourself but know that he will protectively be with you and/or try to follow you around as best he can. He won't let you down and his biggest fear now is that he makes the same mistake as your other family.

- Will literally go feral if someone hurts you super badly you need to visit the hospital. Hes also there to comfort you when you think about what happened to you, he'll hug you and tell you it isn't your fault, he'll comfort you when you have nightmares. He also totally has a tendency to just nurse whatever injuries you have, he knows nothing about medicine but he'll try his damndest to be something of a family to you, because that's what you are to him.

Bane + Ex Batkid:

- He honestly probably tried to recruit you a lot when you two fought. Kinda like how Ra's admires Tim but less creepy and more parental. Whenever you two faced off as enemies, he didn't hold back but he voiced his admirance for you and your abilities.

- The little one is rather fierce no?

- But seriously Bane loves kids so much and when he heard about what happened to you, HE WAS SO READY TO BREAK THE BAT ALL OVER AGAIN. He had ONE job and it was to keep YOU safe and he failed. Bane makes it very clear to Bruce that it was him who should've died that day and not you.

- When you come back to Gotham, you know you can't just go back to your "family", not after what they did. So you go to the one person who you kinda considered a friend, and he was more than happy to take you in.

- Bane is an EXCELLENT mentor and parental figure. He not only hires the bests therapists or tries to find helpful ways of you coping with your whole "dying and coming back to life" situation, but he's geniunely concerned with the little things about you too. Are you eating enough? Are you sleeping enough?

- If you're not living with him and kinda are just hanging around, expect him to want to check in on you 24/7 or have his men keep their eyes on you and report back to him. Like if they tell him you're not eating enough and you go to your apartment or current place of residence, and there's Bane with some homemade food and he gives you a stern look and is all: "I know you've been skipping meals."

- Then you're left eating in your place as he scolds about the mess while picking up said mess and organizing things and you just smirk and roll your eyes.

- "Who knew the big bad Bane was such a clean freak?"

- "Or maybe it is just because you are a slob, little one, this is why you should stay with me because it is not healthy for one so young to be without discipline and structure-"

- You contrast with his serious and stoic demeanor, being all care free and chill but he also senses that great pain within you. He used to feel that during is time in Peña Duro, that feeling of your father abandoning you and having to live with that pain and dissapointment. He had to fight for everything because no one fought for him, he'll be sure that you won't have to do the same.

- If you want to be a hero or anti-hero, fine, just promise that you'll tell him when you're hurt or that you need help. You've become more than a potential protégé for him, you've become something of a child.

- You and Scandal Savage complaining about your loving adopted father figure but beating the shit out of anyone else who bad mouths him-

- But yeah, no, when he sees Batman: IT WILL BE ON SIGHT and you and your former family may not see eye to eye but you all can't help but find it entertaining when the dads are fighting.

- He also doesn't mind you reconciling with your family but fair warning, just because you choose to forgive them, HE WON'T. The moment they come in, they can see that Bane's eyes behind his mask are following them as if saying: "You hurt them, I break your spine in half like a toothpick."

- Also if you suffer from nightmares or night terrors, I can totally see Bane doing his cute little fatherly assurance he did in Secret Six where he let's you lay on his lap and gently assures you nothing bad will happen to you as long as he's there to protect you.

The Riddler + Ex Bat Kid:

- Unlike Waylon and Bane, EDWARD HATED YOU MORE THAN THE REST OF THOSE COSTUMED BRATS. HELL, HE PROBABLY HATED YOU MORE THAN BATMAN.

- You were so snarky all the time, answering his riddles without having to look them up and teasingly saying: "Is that the best you've got?" Or the annoying way you would easily hack into his CAREFULLY created programs and systems and mess them up with your stupid memes and stuff. You didn't even call him The Riddler, you called him Eddie! LIKE, AT LEAST HAVE SOME RESPECT FOR HIM.

- However during your time together, he did grow quite fond of you. You were like him, he found out, the smartest of your family and not afraid to show it but you were kinda singled out because you were to insufferable to them with your big ego and your tendency to always remind them whose the cleverest out of this clever bunch. So when he heard news about you dying, he became sad.

- He missed the old taunts and the way you mocked him, when he committed crimes he half heartedly wished you'd show up again and call him Eddie and then he'd lecture you on respecting your elders only to be painfully reminded that you were no longer around. He became even more cruel to Batman in his traps and mazes, after all, he let a brilliant mind slip out of this world.

- Yet when you break into one of his bases, casually mock him as he enters the base to check out what triggered the security like nothing changed between you two, he once more feels that mix of frustration and endearment he always kinda had towards you.

- "Yeesh, you look older, Eddie."

- "And you look like you died and went through hell, kid."

- "Eh, something like that."

- You don't really live with Eddie, which he's fine with, he doesn't need a little annoying brat like you poking around his place but he also isn't opposed to when you break in and make yourself at home in there either.

- He can't protect you from Batman or your family if they try to track you down, not with his noodle arms, but he can help you make it harder for them to track down. Not that you'd need much of his help, you're sharp on your own.

- Your ego, however, has actually kinda taken a blow. You were left for dead, even if on accident, and when you come back, they didn't seem to make a big deal out of it and it hurt. Edward understands this low self esteem and he tries to build it up again. So what? They don't know what they're missing! You're still smarter than them! You're still better than them! And you kinda thank him for it.

- He does check in on you and scold you if you aren't taking care of yourself, which is redundant considering this is EDWARD NYGMA we are talking about here. So you two take it upon each other to try and keep each other on track. You're solving cases non stop, he shows up at your house with some take out and eats with you because he's knows you haven't been eating much.

- You find him asleep at his desk and you scoff and shake your head as you carry him to bed and then you doodle on his plans a little, adding helpful notes while also low-key making sure they're insulting.

- "You should move the angle at least 67 degrees, any idiot can see that- Love, (Y/n)."

- Either way, you guys do help each other and do let each other live their lives, he's not gonna dictate what you do and play parent, but he is at least gonna make sure you don't die again. Whether its literal or a reference to the fact you neglect yourself as much as him.

Please stop writing so many non-cons for the riddler it’s getting weird and out of hand.

didn’t know that not wanting ppl to write rape was such a controversial opinion lmfao, ur so right it’s weird of ppl to write non-con like??

It’s genuinely so fucking annoying seeing it. And I feel like tagging it non-con is downplaying what it actually is. It’s straight up fucking r*pe. I just don’t understand why a 30 year old was trying to fight me on this. Like no matter the circumstance “non-con” fics will ALWAYS be weird and disturbing and gross. Them trying to say that weird is subjective, NO CUNT IT IS NOT SUBJECTIVE!!!!

Also people try to defend writing non-cons for the riddler say “he’s a murderer”. That’s not the same?? He’s a murderer not a r*pist. He never r*ped anybody in the movie.

And just a couple hours ago on the riddler tag I saw somebody send an ask and said they LIKED reading this persons r*pe fic… what is actually wrong with people?

YOU ARE SO SO RIGHT OH MY GOD AS AN ACTUAL R*PE VICTIM IT FUCKINS SUCKS TO SEE IT SO NORMALIZED?? like at their grow age theyre writing r*pe and acting all innocent when ppl call them out on it its fucking pathetic

I’m so fucking sorry that happened to you. It’s so fucking disgusting seeing people trying to defend it. Like how are people not ashamed for writing r*pe fics?? It’s so disrespectful & nasty and the people who write them act like it’s okay when it has never been okay. It just really shows how a person actually is if they write or enjoy reading r*pe fics.

sorry in advance for going off in your inbox you dont have to answer this if you dont want but LITERALLYYYYYY. LICHERALLY!!!! its one thing when the subject of r/pe is included in fiction- it can be handled well. but its a completely other, absolutely fucked up and inexcusable thing to write graphic r/pe fic for the purpose of causing yourself or other people arousal. because that's what your doing? you didn't write your pwp non-con oneshot to seriously explore the topic, you wrote it because you think its hot. that's disgusting, its making a fetish, making porn out of a very real, very horrific thing that very real people go through. especially when its x reader fic where the reader is r/ped? like bro if youre fantasizing about getting r/ped uhhhhh get help 😳 like actually seriously sorry for ~kinkshaming~ or whatever but get help

don’t worry abt it you’re good. but yeah there are times it can be written about in an appropriate manner and not in a way to fuel people’s sick fantasies. it’s absolutely unacceptable to write about it in such way. i do mean to kink shame i’m not gonna lie. it’s disrespectful and disgusting. like it is low key glorifying it, the way tumblr & ao3 writers write it. i’m just so tired of grown people defending it with their fucking life. riddler or not riddler idgaf about who you write about, writing non-con/r*pe fics from a request or to fuel your sick fantasies is disgusting and inexcusable.

those FREAKS who wrote non con for the riddler are writing p3do fics. Literally just saw one where the reader was 14 and was hooking up the Edward who is like 30. It’s not okay someone needs to come get their kids 😟

Holy fucking shit I wish I didn’t believe you, but I just know it’s true. Parents need to start checking their kids phones again because it is TRULY getting out of hand. People just want to fuel their sick fantasies and if they want to do it so fucking badly just write that shit in the notes app and keep it private. The whole world doesn’t want to know what kind of fucking freak you are. At the same time I’m concerned for these people’s well-beings because what happened in your life to make you WANT to write these r*pe or p*do fics, and enjoy reading them?

Cobblepot's Cabana

Summary: Working for Oswald Cobblepot has its perks. Mr. Cobblepot always gives out Christmas and summer bonuses, you get excellent health insurance... However, working at a pool owned by one of Batman rogues can put you at odds with the Caped Crusader himself. One day, the Riddler and Killer Croc team up to defeat Batman. This team endeavor doesn't work out the way they expected.

Lifeguard POV:

There wasn’t any mention of how to handle situations like this during the certification. Teenage boys doing back flips into the shallow end? Yes. Nose bleeds? Of course. Clocking into work to find the Gotham knight fighting not one, but two of his rogues on the pool deck? Absolutely not. Nothing could have prepared me to witness the all out brawl that was occurring during my shift. Or the fact that Killer Croc’s tail defensively slapped the Riddler, Batman, and Robin into the pool. Tyler hands me the lifeguard tube with a sly smile.

“Good luck with that. I’m going to go pee.”

If I wasn’t so concerned for the teenage vigilante getting his face pushed underwater by a crocodile, that would have been incredibly annoying.

Staring at the drowning quartet, I am faced with a dilemma.

Do I get paid enough for this? (No)

Would interrupting the feud end with my imminent death? (Probably)

Poor Eddie Nygma flails desperately against the waves made by Killer Croc and Batman wrestling. For such an intelligent guy, one would have assumed he would at least know how to doggy paddle... One would be wrong. Every time the man, known to the rest of the world as the Riddler, touches the water... He sinks. It's honestly impressive how quickly he can reach the bottom of the pool. His panicked green eyes cause my heart to swell.

Dammit... Fine.

Within moments, I plunge into the icy water. Of course today of all days Cobblepot would turn the temperature down for dramatic effect. Fighting against Killer Croc's waves, I lunge for Eddie first. Avoiding his panicked limbs, I shove the buoy flush against his chest. Eddie clings onto the life preserver with a grateful gaze as I meet a face full of salt water.

My eyes burn from the impact. Resurfacing a few feet away, the vigilante/ crocodilian brawl somehow managed to turn on the manual waves. I watch in disbelief as Eddie gets pulled in their direction. His feverishly pale skin and blue lips chill me to my core.

"Oh.. No you don't!" I gasp struggling against the current. Another wave pushes me under. Stay calm. You've done this before. Opening my eyes, my heart stops when I register what I am face to face with.

Void like black eyes stare emotionless in my direction. With skin so grey and smooth, I'm almost tempted to run my hand across. However, the hundreds of sharp teeth keep me at bay. There's a shark in the pool, King Shark, to be exact... and he's not happy about the wrestling match going on above. Typical Gotham. Funny enough, I checked the attendance log this morning. Nanaue canceled his membership months ago, but that's none of my business.

From the corner of my eye, I vaguely make out the faint outline of the drowning boy wonder. The kid’s head is above water for now, but the heavy plated Robin suit cannot be easy to swim in.

Sometimes, King Shark confuses the lifeguards for poolside snacks. Easy mistake really. Cobblepot had warned us previously of the last guard who got eaten. Unzipping my fanny pack, I fumble for my saving grace: a small tuna packet from my morning lunch. Offering it to the shark, I await his response. That must have been the right move because a smile emerges with hundreds of teeth barring all at once.

Pressure and panic spreads throughout my body from the lack of oxygen. Crawling to the surface, my lungs gasp for air while I assess the current situation. Eddie's conscious, yet even with the raft his lips are still tinged with blue from his underwater adventure. Robin's fighting with less vigor than before. He doesn't have much time. Killer Croc is in his element. And Batman? Well, like any Florida man wrestling with their local wildlife: he's doing his best. His sluggish movements are showing how much the cape and his weaponry are weighing him down.

Considering my options, I make the dumbest split second decision of my life: I ask for help. Diving under the oncoming waves, I gesture towards King Shark with as much pleading as I can muster. I don't speak Shark, but I motion to my fanny back to insinuate their would be more fish ahead. Nananue slowly nods his head before circling the water around me.

For a second, I think my life is over. Maybe my parents were right to throw a fit when I announced my acceptance into Gotham U. I'm sure Metropolis Lifeguards’ don't have to make bargains with their local trespassing aquatic life.

To my relief, King Shark doesn't bite my head off. With an impatient shimmy, he waits for me to hold on. I shrug before crawling on his back. We cut through the waves with such ease that I find myself in awe of the cartilaginous fish. If I swam like that, I would bum off Oswald Cobblepot too. The Riddler and his life raft tug loosely behind due to the harness around my waist.

Checking my watch, I frown.

Tyler was supposed to take me off stand ten minutes ago. That bastard. From the empty pool deck, I bet he left work early again... for the 3rd time this week.

Speeding past the giant iceberg in the center of the pool, King Shark reluctantly slows down once we near the frail looking teenager. Before I can hoist the kid up, Nananue eyes the young boy with interest.

"Don't even think about it. If you eat Robin, I have to explain to Cobblepot how you've been staying here for months without paying for a membership."

With an exaggerated sigh, the Shark man allows me to hull the kid half way out of the water. Somehow, Robins mask managed to stay on during the kerfuffle. His wet black hair sticks to his forehead. He's got a pulse. He's breathing. Reaching the pool deck, Robin’s limp form is proving ridiculously lofty to move.

Across the pool deck, Batman somehow managed to tranquilize Killer Croc. His damp armor makes a hilarious ~squish~ noise with every step. Eddie sprawls on his back muttering something I assume to be riddle associated. Robin's starting to regain color.

Thank goodness, I didn't have to do CPR; I do not want to be the one responsible for breaking the Boy Wonders ribs.

One eye flutters open, then the other. The intensity of his blue eyes catches me off guard.

"Instead of saving my life," He rasps with a mischievous grin, "Can you save my phone number?"

Very original.

I briefly consider shoving him back into the pool. If I hadn't spent the last 20 minutes trying to save his life, I would have. Instead of responding, I make eye contact with his Guardian.

"I'm going to need to ask you two to leave." I elaborate gesturing to my watch, "The pool closes at 9."

Thinking about dressing Edward up in a collar and leash, dragging him around his shitty apartment while he crawls behind you. Making him hump a pillow or your leg just so you can giggle and make fun of him for cumming like that. Shoving his nose in the mess he made and calling him a very bad dog, only giving him the praise he so desperately craves once he licks it up.

don't you wanna be nobody every once in awhile - edward nashton x gn!reader headcanons (NSFW) ౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚♡

{contents ♡ very minor angst, choker wearing, pillow humping, praise/degradation mix}

{word count ♡ ~800}

{author's note ♡ i took a sort of softer approach with this one because that's what i as the author needed atm, but rest assured that freaky and mean requests are always welcome.}

♡ every night was like a scratched, skipping record, looping the same little riff until you were sure it had driven you hysterical. why was edward so insistent on seeing the skin he was in as distorted and alien when you saw it as a warm safe haven? why was he so dead set on ripping his body limb from limb when in your eyes, each splatter of freckle, each wisp of hair, each pale purple vein, each and every piece of him was just...perfect?

♡ it plucked and pulled at the strings of your heart, the way he treated himself in moments like these. it only happened in the dark. it only happened under the covers. he'd mumble stop or don't if your eyes lingered on his bare skin for too long as he stripped. for the love of god, he was about to be inside of you! this should feel fun, this should feel safe, this should feel nothing short of completely and entirely comfortable. nothing slit the mood's throat faster than sensing that edward was only doing this because you wanted it. that he was gritting his teeth and fighting back against the bitter taste of insecurity coating his tongue the whole time.

♡ so something needs to be done. that much is crystalline.

♡ it starts off slow, gently spoon-fed, made easy to digest. pretty boy. edward seems to quite like that one. you have a small, crackling fire of hope stoking in your heart that maybe he's starting to believe it. that he's so beautiful, edward. so sweet. such a good little angel.

♡ the response is instantaneous. his fingers dig into your hips. his shallow thrusts become deeper, sloppier, hungrier, starved. he bites his lips and tries to conceal his breathy whimpers, but most of them burst through and come spilling out into the warm, heavy air.

♡ and an idea begins to hatch, more and more pieces of the shell popping off and crumbling apart in your brain as edward's whines become more desperate and frenzied. maybe what he needs is a transformation. something real, something tangible to show him just how much of a pretty boy he really is.

♡ and a transformation it truly is when you wrap the soft, velvety choker around his neck. the way his doughy eyes sparkle and stare up at you as you hook the clasp is deliciously delicate. such a flawless picture it is, and you drink it in with passionate thirst.

♡ this is really what he needed the whole time, it was stupidly clear--he needed somebody to grab hold of the reins. if he wasn't going to believe that he was perfect, somebody else was just going to have to do it for him. that was the goal: an opportunity to be your pristine blank slate.

♡ it's adorably pathetic how jumpy and reactive he is to every light, grazing brush of your fingers around his neck or each squeeze on the plush of his thighs. yet still, you're cautious not to push him too far. he wants to feel good on his own terms, yes? then he can just show you. you can be his attentive, captured audience, waiting with wide eyes and bated breath for every next move.

♡ he rolls in shaky, jagged circles against the pillow. he's already slicked with sweat, and the silver heart pendant on his choker makes metallic rings with each desperate thrust forward.

♡ you're watching as his hands grip the sides of the pillow and splotches of the case darken from the thick precum he's dribbling. you're listening to his moans reach higher in pitch with every back and forth sway of his hips. he wants. god, he needs. needs to feel your soft touch, needs to feel the wet warmth of you squeezing around him, needs you to tug on his hair and force him to look at you dead in the beady eyes; i'm your good boy. i'm your needy bitch.

♡ yeah, that's my pretty slut, isn't it? you'd purr to him. his cheeks would be stained with the reddened rivers of overstimulated tears as you held his face in your hands. gonna cum all over yourself? yeah, gonna make a mess for me? dirty, filthy. i didn't even have to touch you. come on, then. let go for me, sweetheart. c'mon, be a good puppy.

♡ it was almost as if the world had lost a slice of film; he came to, panting, heaving, round cheeks an angry, ragged red. and he needs to hear it right away: you were so, so good, eddie. my sweet boy.

♡ he's grinning, a dazed, euphoria-fueled smile slapped across his face as he pulls the pillow away. you'd have to keep this little game in mind the next time he decided to pick apart the pieces of himself again.

bro does anyone write for klitz from girl next door?? because he is the loml

What a Trip - Edward Nashton x F!Reader

Warning: Sexual Content, language

Word Count: 1.9k

Edward had betrayed you but you two still had a trip planned, you couldn't just let a perfectly good trip go to waste.

You and Edward had this planned for months, it was too late to back out now. The trip had cost the both of you quite a bit of money and you both were determined to go on the trip no matter what. When you had found out Edward had some kind of mistress the plan didn’t change. Edward had no idea how you had found out about the women, he had tried everything to hide her from you. He didn’t even know himself why he had the mistress, he blamed it on some feeling of wanting to have multiple people be completely in love with him. He had been crushed over your lack of affection since you found out, he understood why but he craved your touch more than anything. He promptly dropped the mystery woman and begged you to forgive him, but you didn’t listen. He gave you every excuse in the book and you were having none of it. 

“God Edward! Fuck off! Go fuck that other woman, clearly I wasn’t enough for you!” was a common sentence you said when the two of you would fight. 

You were kind enough to let him continue staying with you only with the rules of: he had to pay rent, he had to stay in the guest room, and he had to stay away from you. He didn’t really follow the last rule and took every opportunity to speak to you. He begged you to speak to him, he desperately needed to hear your voice. He missed hearing you praise him for little things, like keeping the apartment clean or getting the mail. Now you basically ignored everything he said to you, the only time you guys would talk is when you were yelling at him for cheating on you. 

He missed your voice so much, especially when you were praising him in between desperate whines and moans. God he could barely take listening to you at night, soft moans occasionally slipping out, some would be cut off with small screams. He knew you were stuffing yourself full with the toy he had bought you not too long ago. He had pressed his back against the wall closest to your room and had a hand around his cock desperately thrusting into it imagining it was you or your mouth. His hand was placed on his mouth, trying so hard to keep the noises in but some would slip out on accident. You knew he was doing it, you knew you shouldn’t enjoy it but you did. You enjoyed the power you had over him, you knew he loved you and wanted to be close to you, but something in your brain couldn’t let you forgive him.

However you also did love him, you wanted to be close to him, god you wanted him to fuck you again. Edward was very inexperienced, the only experience he had was from you and god he was a quick learner. He knew you like the back of his hand and would do anything in his power to have you screaming in seconds. You would sometimes moan his name softly hoping he wouldn’t hear but oh would he hear. He thrived on those moments, hearing you moan his name gave him the small bit of confidence to talk to you constantly, and you secretly enjoyed it. The two of you had been like this for months, you hadn’t filed for divorce, neither of you had the strength to fully leave each other. 

Months passed and the day of the trip showed up quicker than the both of you thought it would. You had plans to spend most of your time on the bench, trying to soak up the glorious sun. That had all changed the moment you walked into the hotel room. You had changed the booking to be a two bedroom but the hotel must have messed something up because when you walked in you saw Edward awkwardly standing in front of the single bed, he looked like he was debating with himself on what to do. 

“I’ll sleep on the couch.”

Edward spun around quickly to look at you, he was taken aback by your statement.

“What? No of course not, if anything I’d take the couch.”

“I don’t care who takes what Edward, as long as we’re not next to each other I don’t care.”

God would you eat those words later.

You had set your suitcase down, taking out the bikini you had packed so you could go to the beach. You had plans to lay in the sun that were calling your name and you desperately needed to get away from Edward. His green eyes watched your figure move across the room, from the far side where you had decided to lay your stuff to the opposite side where the bathroom resided. He tried to distract himself, he did, he had packed a good book that he was reading. He was hoping to finish it over the trip, he hadn’t even gotten half way through the first page when you came out of the bathroom in your tiny forest green bikini. God the color perfectly matched his riddler suit, he couldn’t help but let his mind wander to a dark place as his pants grew tighter. You walked back across the room to your suitcase, bending down to shuffle through the continents of the bag. When you bent down he could see a slight outline of your pussy and even a bit of it due to the lack of material in the area. God he could feel himself whimper at the sight.

“I’m going to the beach, don’t call.”

With that you walked out the hotel room, leaving with his imagination and his hand.

When you came back to the room, it was empty. You assumed Edward had left until you started to hear sounds in the bathroom, the sounds of a woman’s moans hit you straight in the chest, in your heart. You thought he loved you and yet here he was. On YOUR guys trip, fucking another woman. Tears had begun to form in your eyes as you ran to the other side of the room, trying to grab things as quickly as you could until you heard your own voice, and a moan of your name. Curiosity got the better of you and you peaked your head into the cracked bathroom door, the room was dark except for the light from a laptop that rested on the bathroom counter. The laptop displayed a video of you and Edward fucking, you had remembered recording it but didn’t think Edward still had it. The light from the laptop perfectly lit up Edward’s face, which was scrunched. His eyes were tightly shut and his mouth was hanging open, soft moans were leaving his mouth. One hand was gripping the edge of the counter while the other was gliding up and down his cock. You could tell he was close from his body language, like his trembling legs, unstead hand moments, and even him softly saying “god i’m gonna cum, gonna cum for you baby. Wanna cum all over you y/n.” You’d be lying to yourself if you didn’t say it had turned you on. 

You backed away from the door slightly, wondering what to do when you had froze in your spot. 

“Come on princess, I know you’re there, help me out would you?”

You didn’t think twice before pushing the bathroom door and flipping the lights on. There Edward stood, staring at the ceiling, slowly dragging his hand across his cock. His pants pooled on the floor and on his feet, the laptop laid open on the counter but the video was paused. You carefully stepped further into the bathroom, and slowly sunk to your knees in front of the man. You lifted your hand to meet his cock and wrapped your fingers around him, he looked down at you. You looked up at him through your eyelashes as you began to move your hand up and down his shaft, starting at a slow pace. He gave you a small smirk before letting out a soft moan and looking back up at the ceiling. He had removed his hand from himself and placed it in your hair, making a makeshift ponytail from the locks he grabbed. He lightly pushed you forward, and you got the hint, taking him into your mouth and moving up and down quickly. His groans increased in volume and a few words that consisted of your name and “fuck so good” also fell from his lips. You roughly pulled you back from his cock by your hair and yanked you up to be standing in front of him. The man didn’t have a ton of upper body strength and yet somehow he managed to lift you into his arms and carry you to the single bed in the room.

“You don’t wanna sleep in the same bed? Such a shame, good thing I didn’t plan on having either of us sleep tonight.”

He pulled the bikini cover off your body and then roughly pushed the bottoms to the side. He lightly ran his finger between your folds before grabbing himself and lining himself up with you. He slowly pushed into you, moaning at the warmth that surrounded him. He quickly set a pace with you, thrusting in and out, making you borderline scream his name and drag your nails along his back. He had buried his head into your shoulder and let out heavy pants, along with moans of your name and how good you felt around him. His hand moved from the side of your head to your bikini top, moving it to the side and uncovering one of your tits. He moved his head from your shoulder and quickly took your nipple into his mouth, sucking hard. You moaned at the feeling, everything began to build up. The pleasure was too much and it had you cumming around him, but he didn’t stop. He continued to thrust into you and suck on your boob, quickly removing the cover of the other and moving to the other one. The overstimulation had you cumming again in no time, but yet Edward still didn’t stop. This continued several more times, you had lost count of how many times you had cum after the 4th one. It had been hours by this point and Edward had only came 3 times at max. The man was determined to fuck you until you were brain dead, and he was getting close to that point.

By the time had had finished fucking you your legs might as well have been jelly. You couldn’t move them and Edward had to reposition your body to a comfortable lying position. He snuggled in beside you after cleaning you and him up as well as tucking you into the bed. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into his chest. The man truly did love you, and unfortunately for you, you loved him too.