Summary: And then they lived happily ever after… or did they?
Warnings: non-con touching, hinting at SA, language, kidnapping situation, obsessive thoughts, crazy guy, mention of murder
A/n: this series is my best series. It’s been hard writing another part cause I don’t want to ruin it. I kinda feel like I have? Idk I might just be self conscious about it. Sorry for the long wait regardless! I might do another part? Idk. Thinking of a happy ending cause this is sad. THANK YOU to all the people that sent me inspiration for this part! Love you lots and hope you enjoy x
Part 1 Part 2
He hated himself for taking her. Taking her away from her life, her friends and family. Letting her rot in his bedroom. But deep down he knew it was the right decision. She was meant to be his. They were meant to be together. He knew that. The only thing left was for her to understand that as well. She was feisty at first. And he honestly enjoyed it. The small comments and the looks she gave him. It almost felt like flirting. But now she was just lonely and sad. Depressed even.
Whenever he would go into the room she would turn around and face the wall. Not even wanting to look at him. He felt like a disgusting piece of shit. She feared him like the plague. Like some sort of murderer. Well he was a murderer, but she didn’t know that. And he had killed her father! Great! She’s going to love those news! But at the end of the day, he was tired too. He was tired of her rejecting him. It had been two weeks! She should’ve learned to at least like him by now. He knew he didn’t have a lot of time left. His grand plan of purifying Gotham was soon coming to an end. And he knew that he would have to leave her at some point. Why wouldn’t she love him? Why didn’t she see that he only did this for her own good? He did it because he cared. Because he cared more than her excuse of a fiancé. After the city discovered her disappearance, Bruce had gone on television to talk about her. Sure it was a nice speech, but he knew he didn’t mean a single word. Hell, he probably didn’t even write it himself. He tried to get rid of him too. Bombing the Wayne tower would probably have worked better if Bruce Wayne actually was in it. Bruce would yet again look like a hero once they find her. And he would look like the sad little loser that failed to kill him, and failed at persuading his fiancé. He needed to do something. Anything.
“Dinner is served.”
He said walking into the bedroom with a tray of hot food, carefully placing it on the nightstand. She turned around, like she usually did. Not even sparing him a glance.
“Y/n. Did you hear me? I brought you food.”
She didn’t answer. He sighed deeply. Sick and tired of her denial. He reached out to her touching her shoulder calmly. She flinched away from him quickly. Rejecting his touch.
“If this is going to work you have to at least talk to me.”
He stated. He was careful with her. He had been ever since she came here. Why didn’t she appreciate that? Any other kidnapper would’ve treated her like shit and probably killed her once he was finished with her. But he didn’t. He wanted to give her all the time in the world. But again, he didn’t have that.
“Why would I talk to you? Why would I want this to work?”
She hissed back at him. Another sigh erupted from his lips, as he sat down beside her. Reaching out to touch her again. Now making contact with her waist. She tried to wiggle away again. But this time there was no space.
“Baby, I love you. Why can’t you see that? Why can’t you just understand?”
He spoke with so much emotion in his voice.
“You don’t love me Edward.”
She answered, turning around to look at him. Even though her words were harsh, he couldn’t help but smile once her eyes met his.
“You’re just a creep. A loser. Someone who’s never even gotten laid and decided to kidnap me as the sick little pervert you are!”
She said with so much anger. Her words hurt him more than anything.
“You’re upset, baby. You don’t know what you’re saying. You’re not-“
“I know perfectly well what I’m saying. I hate you! You’ve ruined my life! I’m not scared of you anymore.”
She interrupted. She was looking him dead in the eye. As serious as ever. He closed his eyes. He needed to compose himself. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her. But it was so tempting now that she had practically ripped his heart out.
“You hate me? Say that again please.”
He said calmly. Almost too calmly. She was scared. Even though she told him she wasn’t.
“No.”
She answered. He opened his eyes again. She recognised those eyes. They were darker than usual. The same eyes she had seen the night he took her. He tilted his head to the side.
“Why, baby? I though you said you weren’t scared?”
She looked down, not wanting to meet his eyes. But he grabbed her jaw, forcing her to look at him.
“I never wanted you to be scared of me, y/n. Never. I just want you to give me a chance.”
She looked tired. Dark circles under her eyes. Some of it was the mascara that she cried off during her stay. But he could still see the prominent tiredness in her face. It matched his.
“How can you be so tactless when all I’ve done is for you? For us.”
She didn’t answer, and he took it as a sign. A sign that she finally was giving in. So he quickly leaned closer to her. Pulling her in for a kiss. He had never felt such happiness before. Kissing her was the peak of his life. The two seconds that it lasted he felt like everything was going to be alright. Before she started resisting. Pulling away from him. He didn’t let go of her jaw. Wanting, no, needing the kiss to last longer. But she wasn’t having it. And eventually got out of his grip.
“Don’t ever kiss me again.”
She said strictly, trying to make herself clear. Trying to take the lead. She knew submitting to him could be dangerous. She needed to keep her attitude. At all costs. He looked down at his lap for a second. She could practically see the wheels turning in his head. He was thinking. Thinking hard about this whole situation. His next move.
“Fine.”
He simply said. She looked questionably at him, as his head turned up from his lap. Meeting her eyes again.
“I won’t kiss you.”
His hands slid down her body. Moving from her waist to her hip. She kept eye contact with him. She knew this was one of his games. God knows what he would do if she looked away now. The silence was excruciating. The only sound filling the room was her rapid breaths of terror. His hand was slowly itching closer and closer to the hem of her dress. And it wasn’t until she could feel his cold fingers on her exposed thighs that she broke the eye contact. A sinister smile spread across his face. Knowing that she lost their little game. Her eyes were now plastered onto his hand. Analysing his every move. Once he was done tracing small lines across her thigh, he reached for the hem. Starting to pull it slightly upwards.
“Please.”
She begged. Still not looking back at him. He continued nonetheless. Slowly revealing more of her soft skin.
“Please, Edward. Don’t do this.”
Her voice was quiet, but laced with horror and weakness. Yet he kept on going. The dress was now above her ass. Showing the pretty lingerie she was wearing. His fingered traveled from the dress to the newly exposed flesh.
“Stop! Please, I’m begging you!”
He looked almost captivated by her body. Something that scared her even more.
“You’ll never love me, will you?”
He asked all of a sudden. Resting his travelling hand on her stomach. Their eyes met once again.
“You’ll never see me as anything but a monster right?”
She shook her head. Not wanting to say anything wrong.
“Yet, I’m the only person in your life that has ever cared for you.”
A tear ran down her cheek.
“I’m sorry, y/n. I really am.”
He said as he cupped her cheek, wiping the tear away with his thumb.
“It’s ok.”
She whispered. Still terrified, but trying her best to keep her composure.
“Will you ever love me? Tell me the truth, y/n. Please.”
He had a desperate look in his eyes. He needed to know the truth. He needed it to be sincere. The times she would yell at him and say that she never would fall for him didn’t count. She needed to let him down truly. Heartbreakingly.
“I’m sorry Ed. But no. I can’t. Not after all you’ve done.”
She was honest. Probably the most honest she had ever been. And for some reason it hurt her as well. Telling him those words. Seeing him bow his head in defeat. Even though those were the words he needed to hear, it still stung. It broke his heart yet again, even harder than before. He knew her other attempts were just outbreaks. Just angry words. They didn’t mean anything. But this was different. She wasn’t angry now. For once she wasn’t the angry one. The anger had now turned to him. Those words aggravated him in ways he couldn’t explain. Even though he knew that she was telling the truth, he still felt like he just needed to prove that he was right. Prove to her that they were meant to be. He needed to show her his love. One way or another. He looked up from his lap again. The evident darkness was back in his eyes. And at that point she realised she had said the wrong thing.
“Fine.”
The simple word made shivers run down her spine. And not the good kind.
“I’ll just have to show you my love then.”
After those words escaped his mouth, he threw himself over her. Her screams were almost deafening, as they filled the small bedroom. He was straddling her like he did that night in her apartment. This time, with a completely different motive.
big fan!! <3 is there a sequel to sundays out or in the works? :)
Hi, thanks <3
A lot of people want a part 3. I also want a part 3, but I just don’t know where I want the story to go. If you, or anyone who sees this would like to help me, please do so! My inbox is open, just tell me what you’ve envisioned and maybe it’ll help my writers block:/
Ok so im still working on the playlist I still wanted to add maybe 2-6 more songs but l wanted to send it to you now to get ur thoughts on it should I change some songs or no
Here
The songs you’ve picked so far are just perfect. Wow, thank you! x Tell me if you add more songs. I’d love to listen to your finished product
HIII I LOVED ur Saturdays and Sundays Riddler fic and I was wondering if you wouldn't mind if I made a playlist for each part of the fic? I like to connect music to the stuff I read, sorry if this comes off a bit weird lol
Omg! That’s so cool! I would love that! Just make sure to credit me if you post it babes x I would love to listen to it <3
So I am a big fan of your riddler fanfictions and wanted to request something..
Flirty!fem reader x riddler?
So, reader and ed are good friends. And reader is flirty when they feel comfortable. And Ed mistakens the signs and thought reader was into him. Ed grows feelings for reading and confesses. But then reader is like "oh uhm.. 😶". Reader rejects Ed and Ed goes full riddler mode.
(Also can it maybe contain kidnapping maybe 👉👈)
Thankyou for reading this ask <3
Heartbreak, jealousy and hatred
Dano!riddler x reader
Word count: 2k
Summary: He loves her, why is it so hard for her to understand that?
Warnings: mentions of masturbation, mentions of sex, language, kinda incel behaviour?, misogyny at least, kidnapping
A/n: thank you for this request. Truly a great idea! I’m sorry this have taken so long. I’m not in a writing mood, but you have managed to inspire me. Thanks again. Hope you enjoy x
They had known each other for years now. Ever since she moved in to the flat beside him. He would be lying if he said he didn’t fancy her. How could he not? She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Luckily enough she wanted to be his friend. And he was totally ok with that! He didn’t need to tell her about the times he would push a chair up against their shared wall. Listening to her pleasure herself. Or the times she would have company in bed. He could feel the jealousy running through his veins. And all he could think about was barging in her door and throwing whoever was with her out. Taking care of her how he knew she liked it. But nonetheless, he enjoyed being just her friend. With how sweet she would be towards him. Inviting him over for dinner. Having movie nights. Talking to him about everything and anything. It was nice. He knew he would never have a chance with her. She was clearly not interested in him like that. Making sure to not sit too close to him when they were watching films together. Not hugging him for too long when they were saying goodbye. Everything was fine just the way it was.
“Do you want anything from the kitchen?”
She half yelled through the flat. He yelled a no thanks back, while continuing to switch through the films. Trying to find something to watch. She walked out of the kitchen. Looking at something on her phone. Not noticing the way he was eyeing her up and down. She had kindly asked him for his hoodie earlier. Complaining about how cold she was. He could tell as well, her nipples were poking through her tight tank top. Not that he really noticed of course. They were just friends, friends didn’t notice that. But she looked hot. He couldn’t lie.
“You look good in that hoodie.”
He said, needing to compliment her. She smiled and looked up from her phone before putting it on the coffee table.
“I know right, maybe I should borrow your jumpers more often.”
She said as she sat down beside him. He smiled. She wanted to wear his clothes more often. That’s sweet. Totally not what couples do.
“What do you want to watch babes?”
She asked and jumped closer to him, folding her legs under her.
“I don’t know. I feel like we’ve watched everything.”
“We haven’t watched everything.”
She grabbed the remote out of his hands slowly. Her touch lingered on his hand.
“Oh my god! Ed! Let’s watch fifty shades of grey!”
She said excited. He gave her a worried look. She smiled at him.
“Why?”
“Cause we haven’t watched it! And I’ve always wanted to!”
His expression stayed shocked, and she laughed.
“Oh come on! Don’t be such a prude! I know you have a kinky side, Eddie.”
She said teasingly. He suddenly blushed, and he was glad she was focused on the tv.
“Eh- not really. I- think we should watch something else.”
She looked back at him again, grabbing his hand that was resting on his thigh. He looked briefly down at it. Seeing how perfectly they linked together.
“Let’s watch something else then.”
She softly said, starting to look through the other films that was displayed on her tv. Still not removing her hand. His heart was racing at the contact. He hoped she couldn’t feel it.
That was the first time he noticed it. Her demeanour had changed. She was almost flirting with him. It was weird. She had never acted like that before. The next times they hung out, she was like that as well. Touchy. Leaving almost sexual comments. Looking at him with those bedroom eyes of hers. He liked it, but at the same time they left him with confusion. The next Saturday evening, she was getting dressed to go out. He sat patiently on her bed, waiting for her to get out of her bathroom. And so she did. In the most figure hugging dress he’d ever seen. He suddenly closed his legs, worried about the effect she had on him.
“How do I look?”
She asked and did a spin. He couldn’t help but look at her ass. Looking at ever curve of her body to be fair.
“You look- amazing.”
She smiled at his comment. Walking over to him and leaning her arms on his thighs. Looking at him through her long eyelashes.
“Why don’t you join me tonight?”
She asked, squeezing his legs. He tried his best not to look at her very obvious cleavage. But failed. A smirk appeared on her face, clearly noticing his attempt at hiding his gaze.
“You never join me when I go out. Let’s have some fun.”
She added. He smiled and pushed her playfully.
“You know I’m not the type to party.”
She leaned in closer.
“Please Edward. Just this once. My friends are starting to wonder if im just making you up.”
She had been talking about him to her friends? A small smile appeared on his face.
“Sorry, I’m not going with you.”
He said and pushed her off for real. Getting up from the bed. She sighed, as he started walking away.
“Are you coming for dinner tomorrow?”
She asked, not giving up yet.
“I have to do some work.”
He turned around to face her. She shifted her weight and placed her arms on her hips.
“Why don’t we eat at your place then? And I’ll just leave once you’re finished.”
Why was she being so clingy? He didn’t mind of course. But it wasn’t like her.
“Ok, I’ll see you then.”
That night he thought about her. Trying to connect the dots. If she was acting like she was, maybe she felt the same for him? Maybe after all this time she wanted more than just a friendship. He was sure of it. No one would act like that if they weren’t interested, right?
“You say you can’t cook, but every time we eat at your place your food is better than mine.”
She said jokingly, taking another bite of the food positioned in front of her. He let out a small laugh, almost blushing at the compliment.
“It’s nothing like your food.”
He responded, looking at her. Again in one of his jumpers, with her hair tied up in a quick bun. She looked tired, and she had told him she was hungover from last night. But he still thought she looked as gorgeous as ever.
“Oh shut up.”
She said, and they laughed. Afterwards, the room was filled with silence. Comfortable silence, as they ate the food he honestly just got from a take out and presented to her on a plate.
“I need to talk to you about something.”
He said once they were finished. She nodded wiping her face with a napkin.
“Didn’t know you could be that serious. I like it.”
He smiled. The comment only boosting his confidence that this was the right choice.
“I’ve been thinking recently.”
He grabbed her hand across the table. Stroking it lightly. He needed to focus on something else.
“About what?”
She asked. He knew she was looking at him. Waiting for him to look back at her.
“About us.”
He said, as he finally gazed back at her. She gave him a confused look, wanting him to continue. But he couldn’t find the words.
“Do you not want to be friends anymore?”
She asked seriously. He nodded.
“Exactly!”
He said, happy that she got the memo. She shook her head. And he understood that she actually didn’t get the memo.
“No, no not like that. I- I need you in my life. I would never stop being your friend.”
She smiled at him again.
“That’s why I want us to be more than friends.”
Once again the smile faded. This was a rollercoaster.
“In what way?”
He smiled and let out a short laugh, as he grabbed her other hand as well.
“Y/n, I want you to be my girlfriend.”
She looked at him almost like she was in shock.
“I’ve been feeling like this since the first time I met you. I’ve always wanted to tell you, but I’ve been so scared. But now I know, I know you feel the same way. I-“
“Edward.”
She said to grab his attention. She wasn’t looking at him. It was her time to focus on her hands on the table. Why did she look so sad?
“I’m sorry, Edward. But I don’t.”
His grip around her hands got slightly tighter.
“You don’t what?”
She sighed. Not wanting this to get awkward, and not wanting to loose their friendship. Cause that was all it was, a friendship.
“I don’t feel the same way.”
“What?”
He said, not sure if he was sad or angry. She started stroking his hands to comfort him.
“I’ve only ever seen you as a friend, Eddie. I didn’t know you felt that way.”
The room got quiet. The tension so thick that you could cut it with a knife. She didn’t look at him. She only looked at their hands, linked together on the table. His mind was racing. Trying to understand where he misunderstood. Or where she misunderstood.
“You must be joking. Y/n, the way you’ve been acting around me. There’s no other explanation.”
Her eyes locked with his for a second, before they were down on the table again.
“I don’t understand what you mean, Eddie. I act like that with all my friends.”
His heart dropped. She really didn’t like him? She really didn’t love him the way he had loved her for so long? He let go of her hands. Now in a state of shock. He was smart. Way too smart to get fooled by her. Was this, this relationship, a joke? How could she treat him like that? When all he had done was show her respect and kindness.
“I’m sorry. I- I think I should leave.”
She said, slowly getting up from her chair. He stared at his lap as she walked past him. Leave? She wanted to leave? After pulling his heart out and stomping on it. The least she could do was comfort him. The least she could do was stay.
“Where are you going?”
He asked. His voice was deeper now. Filled with all kinds of emotions. Heartbreak, jealousy, hatred even.
“I’m just going home. I think I need to work some things out.”
He got up from the chair slowly. Turning around to look at her. He could tell she was on edge.
“I don’t understand what I’ve done, y/n.”
He stated, walking slowly towards her. Instinctively, she took a few steps back.
“You’ve done nothing. It’s not your fault.”
He snickered at her comment.
“Not my fault? Not my fault that I was stupid enough to fall for the woman that lead me on? That acted like some sort of whore for me? At the end of the day, y/n. It is my fault.”
He was close to her now.
“You don’t mean that.”
She said, pulling her jacket to her chest. Trying to create some sort of wall between them.
“Oh, you’re wrong again.”
He grabbed her jacket and threw it on the floor. A small gasp leaving her lips at his action. She was scared of him. He could see it in her eyes. She flinched. She didn’t trust him.
“You’re scaring me, Edward.”
“After all I’ve done for you. After everything- you’re not leaving me, y/n.”
Shaky breaths escaped her delicate mouth, as her eyes started watering. This wasn’t the man she knew.
“You’re staying with me.”
He swiftly reached her head, and grabbed a fistful of her hair. Pulling her after him. She immediately started screaming, falling down to the floor and having him drag her across it. She was resisting, and deep down it hurt him. It hurt him to see her in pain, but this was the only way. If she didn’t love him, she was going to learn to. No matter the cost.
Hey! First of all I'm in love with the way you write honey <3 and my request is Dano!Riddler and his psychiatrist smut (who treated him before he became the Riddler ) but my ideia is he goes to jail in Arkam like at the end of the movie, but Eddie starts sending her letters and when he manages to escape from arkam he goes after her because he is in love/obsessed with her. (sorry my english isn't that good.)
Stay still
A/n: thank you so much! I love this idea! It took a long time, cause I’ve been struggling with writers block. So I’m sorry about that, but here it is. Hope you like it x
Dano!riddler x afab!reader
Word count: 2,5k
Summary: You were just doing your job, never in a million years would you think that it would get you here. Spreading your legs for your patient.
Warnings: smut, language, dom!riddler, mentions of stalking, mentions of murder, dub-con ish?
You stepped into your flat. Feeling drained of energy from the many hours of work. The past few weeks had been exhausting. Ever since your former patient Mr. Nashton was imprisoned, your life had been a living hell. The police had been questioning you nonstop, and you had to testify in court. Something you hadn’t done before, considering you were fairly new to the therapy business. You still could feel the way he was looking at you during those testimonies. Almost like you betrayed him. Weirdly enough that wasn’t the worst part. Literally hundreds of reporters and journalists had been trying to reach you. Asking you anything and everything. Standing outside your apartment complex all day. Waiting for you like vultures. You had seen some pretty awful stuff been said about you as well. How you probably was in on it. That you knew, but didn’t tell anyone. Some people would even go as far to say that you had an affair with him. Something that wasn’t true. None of it was true.
You walked into the kitchen, pouring a glass of water and downing it at once. Feeling the thirst that had been itching your throat for hours, finally disappear.
“Rough night?”
Your sister walked up to you, leaning against the counter.
“That’s one way of putting it.”
It got quiet for some time as you put the glass away. Walking closer to her.
“Thank you for watching the dogs on such a short notice. I wasn’t planning on working overtime tonight.”
She nodded and patted you shoulder.
“No worries, I have to get going though. I’d like to say good night to the kids.”
You nodded and smiled, as she walked over to her jacket.
“Say good night from me as well.”
You said to her as she walked towards the door.
“I will!”
She slightly yelled back. You could hear the door opening.
“Oh, and for gods sake, start getting your mail! Your postbox was overflowing again!”
She added, as you heard the door close behind her. You looked over at the pile of envelopes laying on your kitchen counter. You sighed, as you sat down on the bar stool. Starting to open the mail. One by one. A few bills, some coupons you’ll never use, a weird handwritten note from Arkham. The usual. Wait. Handwritten note from Arkham? You grabbed the letter again. Looking at the horrible writing, that was frighteningly familiar. She started to read it slowly.
“Dear Y/n.
I figured I’d write you. I want to apologise for everything that has happened to you because of me. It was never my intention. I do find it funny how so many think we had a relationship… I do think about that myself as well. If the circumstances were different, my love I promise you I’d be standing outside. Patience is key. Wait.”
You dropped the paper in shock. It wasn’t signed, but you didn’t need that to know who sent you this. You calmed your breath. It was just a letter. There was nothing to worry about. Just ignore it, and he’ll forget about it. You told yourself, as you grabbed it and threw it in the bin. You already had enough on your mind, this was nothing to worry about.
A week goes by, and there’s no letter in your mailbox. You’re finally able to relax. It had been almost two months since Edward was imprisoned. You weren’t the hottest thing in town anymore, and the news had gone back to normal. You were relieved that you could focus on your job again. On Thursday you checked your mail as you came home from a walk with the dogs. Expecting anything, but still getting surprised when you saw the letter from Arkham. You looked around. Scanning the halls of your apartment complex. You didn’t know why, but this whole thing made you feel uneasy. You hurriedly walked into your flat, feeling your heart rate go up by the second. This time the writing was more intense.
“Y/n
Why are you not answering me? I’ve given you time, you have to give me time. Don’t ignore me. Wait for me. Just wait.”
He was getting angry. A million thoughts went through your head, as a knot formed in your stomach. What did he mean by wait? Wait for him? You could either let this letter slide as well, or call the police. You calmed yourself down, and laughed at your own thought. It’s literally just a letter. He can’t hurt you, he’s behind bars. You’re not in danger, so why would you even think about calling the police? He’s probably just bored. You knew he had a temper, but it was harmless. At least he always was harmless towards you. You rubbed your eyes, feeling tired. Him sending you letters wasn’t anything to worry about, you told yourself. It wasn’t until a week later you realised that it was taking a turn. Numerous letters with short messages started arriving almost every day.
“Answer me.”
“I need you.”
“I don’t know how much longer I can stay away from you.”
“I’m sorry.”
The short letters never failed to give you chills. He was usually so talkative. Only one sentence was rare from him.
It wasn’t until a Friday night that you understood how serious he was. Your hands were shaking as you read the three sentence letter over and over. Hoping that you’ve read something wrong. But you haven’t, it’s right there. In black and white.
“I know where you live, y/n. I’m coming. Just wait.”
This was starting to get out of hand, you decided. You didn’t want to call the police before. Just to not disturb them with a few creepy letters. But now, you felt as if your life was in danger. You grabbed your phone. Starting to dial the emergency number, but suddenly stopped. A knock at the door. You froze. Was it him? No, it couldn’t be. He’s in Arkham! You pulled yourself together. Still holding your phone close to you, as you stepped closer and closer to the door. You peaked out the peeping hole. No one. With a quick exhale you opened the door. Looking around for whoever knocked on your door at this time. You looked to the right, seeing no one. Before you got pushed back into your own flat. You let out a yelp, as the door slammed shut in front of you. And there he stood. His tall frame towering over you. This was the moment you’d been dreading for the last months. Meeting him again.
“Hello, y/n. Long time, no see.”
He said as he walked closer to you. His loose fitting orange and white clothes almost glowing in the dim lit apartment. You backed away from him, feeling your breath getting heavier.
“No, no. Baby, don’t back away from me.”
He sounded desperate. Like he needed you. You looked behind you. Seeing the wall getting closer and closer. Soon you would have to be near him.
“Stay away from me.”
You said calmly. He tutted, shaking his head slightly.
“Don’t say that. I know you don’t mean it.”
You reached the wall, now locked in a corner. His face turned into a smile. He opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted. Your phone received a message and lit up. You looked over at it, and shortly he did as well. Before he could turn back, you threw yourself down at the floor without thinking. Feeling despair and fright fill your body. Acting on your instincts only. You crawled over trying to reach the phone. But right before you could, a strong grip formed around your hair. Pulling you close to a firm body. You screamed in pain. His free arm slipped around your waist. Holding you in place. You tried your best to struggle against him.
“Stop it, y/n.”
He said strictly. You continued regardless, feeling his grip around your hair tightening even more. Now fighting to get away from him. The phone was irrelevant at that point. But you had to stop, afraid that he’d actually pull your hair out. Shivers went down your spine, as you heard him smiling behind you. He bowed down, engulfing his face in your hair. Slightly moaning at the scent.
“At last, we’re finally together.”
He whispered in your ear.
“Don’t hurt me.”
His hand left your hair, and hooked under your arm and over your shoulder. You quickly placed your hand over his forearm. Afraid that he would try to choke you.
“I could never hurt you, my love.”
You were trying your best to not cry.
“Edward, please. I don’t- I don’t understand.”
He sighed, letting go of you and getting up.
“Stay still.”
Too afraid to do anything else, you complied. He walked over to your phone, now with a broken screen. He looked at the message you had received.
“It’s just your sister.”
He asked, placing the phone in his pocket. You looked at him confused. How did he know that she was your sister? In your contacts she was just written down by her first name.
“How do you know?”
You asked shortly. He flashed a short smile.
“I know everything about you. I used to stalk you, you know.”
You were sitting on your knees, hands folded. Just like he’d always dreamt. You looked terrified though.
“I used to stand outside your window at night. Seeing you come home from work. All exhausted and worn out. But you still looked beautiful. So beautiful.”
You nodded, adverting your eyes to the floor. You were terrified. Imagining all the things he would’ve seen throughout the years. He stepped slowly over to you again.
“Look at me.”
You looked at his shoes instead. Studying them like they were a work of art.
“I said look.”
He grabbed your jaw harshly, forcing you to look up at him.
“This is the man you’ve created, y/n. You sent me to Arkham. You made me a criminal. Why would you testify against me? I thought we had a connection.”
His hand loosened up. Now caressing your cheeks, feeling your smooth skin.
“I thought it was you and I.”
“There was never a you and I. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
You grew confidence out of the blue. Having a feeling that he actually wouldn’t harm you.
“Don’t pretend like you didn’t feel it.”
“I’m not pretending. I am a professional, it was my job to listen to you. It’s not my fault that you turned into a-“
You made the crucial mistake of raising your voice at him. And was suddenly met with a hard slap against your cheek. You looked away from him, still in shock. Tears prickled at the back of your eyelids. You had to step lightly.
“Look what you’ve done to me. Now I’m a woman beater as well!”
He screamed. Your heart was beating probably the fastest it ever had. You looked back to him.
“Let’s talk about this ok?”
You said in a calm voice. Your hand slid up his thigh. His chest started heaving at your touch.
“We can talk, just like we did before.”
He looked down at you with half open eyes. Asking, no, daring you to continue.
“Please Edward. We don’t need to solve things with harshness.”
Your hand was awfully close to his already visible bulge. And he let out a satisfied sigh as your hand went over it. The feeling he had been waiting for for years. You understood what you had to do, as you reached for the button of his trousers.
“Stop.”
He suddenly said. You looked concerned up at him. Scared of what he was going to say next. He squatted down to be at your level, grabbing your chin.
“As much as I love your beautiful mouth, I need to fuck something else. I need to feel you.”
You let out a shaky breath at his words. Never had you heard him say anything like that. A mental conflict appeared on your head. Why did you find it attractive? He’s a psychopath, a murderer. But still you could feel your body reacting to him. He grabbed your hand and helped you up from the floor. He pushed you over to the kitchen. Shoving away the stuff from the counter, making everything fall down with a loud bang. He pressed your face down onto the counter, and you immediately arched your back. Excited to see this part of him. He didn’t strike you as such a dominant man. He pressed himself against your ass, and leant over to whisper in your ear.
“Stay still.”
You nodded, and he went back up. Undressing you hastily. Once your entire lower half was uncovered, he started working on his own clothes. As fast as he could, desperate to finally be able to feel you. After so many years of lusting after you. He stroked himself a few times before pushing into you. Not giving you any time to adjust to his size, and starting a rapid, punishing speed. You moaned as he started hitting into you. Feeling your walls clench around him. You grabbed the counter, needing some sort of stability.
“Fuck- you’re so tight.”
He said as he grabbed your hips. So harshly that he was sure you’d get bruises.
“I’ve wanted you like this for such a long time.”
He continued to speak. You were unable to answer him, being fucked like no one ever had fucked you before. He suddenly slapped your ass.
“Spreading your legs for me like a whore.”
He moaned after that sentence, as you clenched around him again.
“You like that, huh?”
You nodded, feeling a tear slide down your chin. He grabbed your hair, pulling you close to his body. Still fucking into you like an animal.
“Use your words, baby. I wanna hear that pretty voice.”
He started kissing your neck from behind, still holding your hair in a tight knot.
“Yes, please-“
You could feel him smile against you.
“Please what?”
You weren’t able to form words again. The new position making him hit your spot over and over.
“Say it.”
He demanded. He reached down your body and started rubbing your clit. Another wave of pleasure flew through you.
“Please fuck me, Edward. Just like that.”
You answered. And it clearly pleased him, as he started going even faster.
“I’m going to fill this tight fucking pussy up, baby.”
You felt yourself getting closer and closer.
“I’m coming-“
You managed to say, before your entire body tensed up. As the orgasm hit you.
“Me too, baby”
He said as well, before releasing inside you. The two of you filled the room with moans and cries as you rode out your orgasms. Once finished he pulled out, tucking himself back in. You needed a few moments to recover, and fell back down onto the counter. He leaned over you again.
“You look beautiful like this.”
He said and brushed your hair away from your face. You gave him a short tired smile, and he kissed your forehead.
“I would love to stay the night, but I have places to be. They should be looking for me.”
He got off you and started walking away. You turned around.
“Wait, are you leaving?”
You asked, not sure why you were so opposed to the idea. He’s a criminal, the faster he gets out of your house, the better. But for some reason you wanted him there. He gave you a short smile, before walking over to the door.
hi! hope you're okay with anon requests! could I please request a Dano!Riddler with a punky, Poison Ivy-esque reader who grows her own ganj🍃🚬💨 👀 maybe she gets high with him one night and they both get inconsolably horny 😂 thank you so much!! I totally understand if you're not comfy writing drug content so you can leave that out entirely if you want!
Best in town
A/n: I’ve been wanting to write Poison Ivy!reader for such a long time! Thank you for this amazing idea! Just a psa, I’ve smoked weed once, and it was not a good experience… so I don’t know what happens when it’s a good experience. Therefore this might be completely wrong, idk? I tried?
Dano!riddler x Poison Ivy!reader
Word count: 2k
Summary: He can’t sleep, when he hears her through the walls he suddenly feels drawn towards her.
Warnings: smoking weed, SMUT, language, Insomnia?, kinda dom!reader and sub!riddler
It was a quiet night. What really happened on Wednesdays? Nothing. So he went to bed early. Ready for a long, much needed night of sleep. He was tired, but for some reason he couldn’t sleep. He just laid in bed, looking up at the ceiling. Listening to all the sounds of the building. Some creaks here and there, water tapping against something, and laughter. Laughter? He sat up in bed, wondering where the whole hearted laugh came from. It was unusual to hear any sort of laughter in these apartment complexes. He was pretty sure he heard someone getting killed once, which didn’t surprise him. But laughter? Maybe it was a ghost or something? Like one of those creepy children that laugh and ask you to play with them. That would make more sense than someone actually laughing. He got out of bed, wanting to investigate. He stepped quietly into the living room. There it was again. He looked around him, searching for demonic children. But nothing was out of the ordinary. Another laugh. It came from behind that wall. He walked up to it. Small voices from a tv, and laughter. It was the flat next to him. He continued to lean up against the wall. Listening to the sweet female laughter that would occur when someone said something funny. He couldn’t help but snicker to himself at the sound of her. It was the middle of the night, and she was up laughing at some old comedy show. How pure. He had barley met his neighbour. Only a few times passing each other in the hallway. She would always give him a smile and say hi. Always. Maybe he should go over. Tell her that she’s not the only one struggling with sleeping. Maybe he’d actually get a friend? Have some sort of female contact. No, that would be creepy right? Knocking on a woman’s door in the middle of the night. Telling her that he heard her through his wall. Asking to come in. That’s weird. But he was weird. He couldn’t help it, as he felt himself subconsciously walking towards his door. He was only dressed in a t-shirt and some sweats. But that was perfect. It looked like he had just woken up. He knocked on her door. Kinda sweating, thinking the worst. What if she thought he was creepy? He was ready for a door in the face and full rejection, as he heard the tv go silent and footsteps approaching. The door slightly opened. Enough for her to poke her head out. Dark red locks of hair hanging out of the door. She searched for his face, seeing who would knock on her door at 2 am. A small smile appeared on her face once she saw that it was her mysterious neighbour. She opened the door fully. A familiar scent hit him. Something he would smell every time he would walk past her. He couldn’t quite put his finger on what it was though. He couldn’t help but look her up and down as she stood there. Wearing a pair of light green and white striped shorts and a white tank top. She leaned up against the threshold, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Good night, neighbour.”
She said raising an eyebrow. He smiled shyly.
“Hey.”
Was the only thing he was able to say. He mentally kicked himself for being so socially awkward. She waited a few seconds for at least a sentence, before she started speaking again.
“What a surprise. A pleasant surprise, but still. Why-“
She giggled. Waves flew through his body, it was the same laugh he had heard.
“Why are you here?”
He looked at her now. Suddenly more confident.
“I was just- I was trying to sleep. And I heard you.”
She nodded.
“I’m sorry if I disturbed you. I was just watching a show. Can’t sleep.”
She bit her lip, thinking about what else ge would’ve heard through the wall. The walls weren’t exactly sound proof.
“You didn’t disturb me, I also struggle with sleeping at times.”
She smiled, glad that they had something in common. Even if insomnia wasn’t exactly the greatest hobby to share.
“I’ll keep it down.”
She said, reaching for the doorknob. He panicked, not wanting to end the conversation. He stopped the door with his hand. Making her jump, not in fright though. She was just caught by surprise.
“Eh- maybe you’d want to. I don’t know. I feel like it’s better to be with someone when you can’t sleep. Makes it less lonely.”
He blurted out, surely she would think he was a loner now. If she didn’t already think so. Maybe letting a stranger in was dangerous. Especially in a town like Gotham. But something about him seemed legit. Like he wasn’t an absolute maniac. Just a sweet guy that doesn’t really get around much.
“Sure, why not?”
She answered and stepped aside. Letting him into her flat, that mirrored his. He looked around. Noticing the overwhelming amount of plants scattered all around. Her flat smells fresh, it was probably because of the plants. She walked over to the sofa. Sitting herself back down again. He continued to study her living room. The walls were filled with tapestries, hanging plants and pictures. He could’ve never imagined her place looking like this. She lived like a hippie, not exactly what he thought about when he saw the sophisticated woman walking through the halls.
“You can sit down, you know that right?”
She said, clearly noticing that he’s judging her home. He strained a smile as he walked over to her. Sitting down in the awfully small sofa.
“I like your place.”
He quietly noted. She sighed. He wasn’t exactly the most talkative guest. And she wasn’t in the mood for small talk.
“Fuck, I’m too sober for this.”
She leaned over to the table.
“Is that-“
He pointed to the joint she now was holding in her hand. She smiled and nodded.
“Yes it is. Have you smoked before?”
He got shy all of a sudden, wanting to say he was experienced, just so she thought he was cool. But he couldn’t lie to her. She would figure it out eventually anyways.
“I- I can’t say I have.”
He answered carefully. She nodded and reached over to him. Portraying the small white joint.
“Do you want to try? I grow it myself. The best in town if you ask me.”
He grabbed it, inspecting it closer up. She laughed at him, as she reached for her lighter.
“Now, put it in your mouth.”
She instructed, and he followed. She lifted the lighter to his face, lighting it. His hand reached around hers, holding her steady so she wouldn’t burn off his brows. Once it was lighted he took a simple drag. Feeling the smoke fill his lungs. He coughed at the unfamiliar feeling. She started laughing again, and he laughed with her. Her laugh was so contagious, he couldn’t help it.
“That hurt.”
He said, watching the white paper slowly burning up.
“Try again, I know you can do it, big guy.”
She lit her own joint as well. Pulling the smoke into her system. Showing him how it’s properly done. He mirror her, and after a few more tries, he got a hold of it.
“There you go.”
She said and they giggled again. The two of them were so different, yet so similar. It was a feeling neither of them could explain.
“Why can’t you sleep?”
He asked all of a sudden. Curious to what made her stay up so late. When he thought about it, he had heard small voices coming from his wall before. But he just through he was crazy. Good news at least.
“Well, I’m taking my masters and shit. Night time is the only time I have control over. Like where I can be by myself.”
He nodded, taking another drag.
“What about you?”
He shrugged, not wanting to tell her too much about his wonderful plan to save Gotham.
“I- have a lot on my mind.”
She nodded and put out the fire, already finished with hers. He slid down against the sofa. Resting his head on its back.
“What do you have in mind?”
Something switched in her. Did she know? Had she heard him as well? His fear didn’t spike though. He felt completely calm for once. He reached over and put the joint in the ashtray, next to hers.
“Lots of things.”
He answered simply. Placing a hand on her bare knee playfully.
“I also have a lot on my mind.”
She said planting her foot up on the table. Making his hand slide further to her inner thigh. He looked over at her, feeling the warmth of her crotch. God, was she usually that beautiful? He knew she was gorgeous, but seeing her now made him feel something stir up inside him.
“Yeah? Like what?”
“Stuff.”
He didn’t take his eyes off her. As she looked seductively up at him through her lashes. He could feel himself growing harder by the second. And it would be really visible in his loose trousers with no underwear. But he didn’t care. He didn’t have a single worry in his head.
“You’re so beautiful.”
He blurted out. She giggled at his statement.
“I think the grass is speaking for you.”
She stated, still giggling.
“No, you’re just beautiful.”
He said smiling. She rolled her eyes playfully, before moving to straddle his waist. It caught him by surprise. But he immediately reached for her waist, pulling her closer. She cupped his face aggressively, making him look at her.
“I know this seems a bit crazy-“
“I love crazy.”
She put a finger over his mouth. He smiled like a fool, clearly high.
“We should fuck.”
She said, leaning her forehead against his. They started giggling together again.
“Let’s fuck then.”
He said, leaning in to kiss her in a hasty and sloppy kiss. The next couple of moments were all a blur as the two of them were fighting their own clothes. Trying their best to keep their lips on each other’s, while still removing their clothes. She removed her top, letting her tits spring free. He immediately touched them, moaning into her mouth. He removed his trousers, and she removed her shorts. Throwing them far away from the sofa. She looked down at his now free cock. It looked painfully hard. She took a hold of it, and a hiss escaped his lips at the sudden contact. Swear words, names and moans were heard throughout the flat as she sank down on his dick. Already starting to move. He rested his hands on her hips, as her wet pussy stretched around him.
“You’re so fuck- fucking tight.”
He breathes out as she continues to ride him. Speeding up, and slowing down. Making sure that his cock hits every little spot inside her.
“I know, baby.”
She answers him. Feeling confident in her role on top. She leans back, placing her hands on his knees. Using her hips to move up and down his cock. He grabs one of her boobs, as they’re both bouncing at her vicious speed. He’s glad she chose to be on top. She’s clearly more experienced than he is, so if they remember anything. At least it’s good memories.
“I’m sorry.”
He suddenly said. Feeling himself getting closer and closer.
“Sorry about what?”
She asked sitting back up, now placing her hands on his shoulders. The slight switch of position, made him almost too over the edge. He couldn’t form a sentence.
“I- I’m-“
She started speeding up and slowing down. Teasing him. Edging him.
“Use your words pretty boy.”
She managed to breath out. Feeling awfully close as well. Turned on by her sudden control, and his slightly submissive state.
“I need to come.”
He said quickly. Shutting his eyes in pleasure, waiting for her to approve. She leaned down to his ear.
“Beg.”
She whispered, as she felt his cock twitch inside of her. He liked it.
“Please- please. I- I can’t hold on much longer.”
He begged. She smirked satisfied, as she felt her orgasm run through her.
“Come for me.”
She managed to say, before she ended up a moaning mess. Coming all over his cock, as he filled her up. Together they rode out their highs. Ending up like two sweaty knots, still tied together. She moved carefully off him, and the two of them sunk further down the sofa. Resting on each other.
hi!!! i love ur work, especially ur riddler fanfics :) i was wondering if you could write something about klitz. maybe a smut popular girl x klitz (can she be brunette😭). they meet at a party, she flirts with him and he gets rlly flustered. can it include a quickie in the school bathroom. i dont rlly care tho, anything related to klitz is good<3 thank u so much!!
A/n: I was actually working on this type of story before you sent me a req!!! Great minds think alike. Hope you enjoy x
A bad joke
Klitz x fem!reader
Word count: 2k
Summary: it was just a stupid dare, but it turned out differently than you though it would
Warnings: 18+, language, Smut, bullying kinda?
“I dare you to give that nerd over there the night of his life.”
Hunter said, looking you up and down. Your group of friends had been playing truth or dare, and you were no pussy, obviously picking dare. You looked over at the three boys sitting awkwardly in a sofa. Scoffing, you look back to Hunter.
“Easy, which one?”
You asked.
“Oh, I like the confidence.”
Derek said, his arm was lazily hanging around your shoulders. You looked over at Derek with a smug smile.
“Why wouldn’t she be? I mean look at them, they haven’t had a woman touch them since their mums gave birth to them.”
One of the other boys said. The whole group laughed, but you didn’t. The joke was mean, but it was exactly what all the others liked. You secretly hated how the others always would make fun of the trio. You didn’t mention it though. It had to be done, or you would end up a loser.
“Ouch.”
Hunter said as the squad slowly stopped laughing.
“So who’s the lucky guy tonight?”
Hunter asked himself as he looked over at them again.
“That guy with the glasses and the funny haircut.”
The group looked at you in suspense, waiting for what you were going to answer. You shrugged and got up from the sofa.
“Alright.”
You said before waving them goodbye. You pulled your tits further out of your pink crop top, as you walked over to the trio. When you were close enough they noticed you approaching them. They all got even more uncomfortable, not expecting a popular girl to talk to them.
“Hey, I don’t think we’ve met. I’m y/n.”
You stretched out you hand for any of them to grab. The middle one grabbed it first. Shaking it violently.
“I’m Eli.”
He said. You gave him a short uncomfortable smile, before ripping your hand out of his.
“She has soft hands dude.”
He said and nudged Matthew in the shoulder. It was his turn to take your hand uncomfortably. Barley shaking it.
“Matthew.”
He said without meeting your eyes. You then stepped over to your target. Bowing slightly down to display your cleavage more.
“And you are?”
You asked seductively. His cheeks turned red as he reached towards your hand. You cringed slightly as you felt how sweaty his hand was.
“Klitz.”
You smiled.
“Nice to meet you Klitz. Mind if I sit down?”
He looked over at the boys, wanting them to answer.
“Eh-“
He started, before Eli grabbed the word.
“Absolutely.”
He jumped away from Matthew, making more space between them for you to sit.
“I want to sit next to Klitz.”
You said and looked over at him. He looked like he was going to die of embarrassment.
“Really?”
Eli asked in denial. Klitz pushed him away.
“Just get away, Eli.”
Eli put his hands up defensively.
“Whatever man.”
He said and jumped closer to Matthew. You sat down a little too close to him. Placing your hand on his thigh. His entire body stiffened.
“I like your name.”
You said turning more into him.
“It’s a shame we haven’t spoken before. You seem so mature. Nothing like any of the other boys I know.”
He gulped, and didn’t even dare to meet your eyes.
“I uh- thank you.”
You started tracing small circles on his thigh. Leaning in to whisper in his ear.
“Do you want to fuck me, Klitzy?”
He looked at you for the first time, as he started nodding. You smiled and gave him a short kiss. His cheeks visibly red, when you pulled away. Small gasps and laughs were heard from Hunter and the group, as you noticed they were looking at you. You looked strictly over at them and shook your head. But it was too late. He had already noticed.
“It’s a joke?”
He asked and looked over at you with a hurt expression on his face. You were about to come up with an excuse, but he swiftly pushed you away and stormed out of the room.
“Damn, that’s mean.”
Eli said, suddenly in an awkward situation.
“I- I didn’t mean to-“
“You people think we’re nothing but a joke. But you know what? We’re people as well.”
Matthew said as he got up and walked after him. There was uncomfortable silence between you and Eli.
“I don’t mind being your joke.”
He said, and put his arm around you. You rolled your eyes and gave him a death glare.
“Never in a million years.”
You said, as you walked after the two boys. Yes, fucking him for a dare was low. But he wasn’t supposed to know that. Your stupid friends had ruined it. Everything was going fine. And now you were the villain. You reached the bathroom, and opened the door slightly. The two boys were standing there. Matthew reached for the door, and closed it on you.
“No, let me in! Open the fucking door!”
You knocked harshly, before hearing whispers on the other end. You were about to knock again, before the door opened and Matthew walked out, closing the door behind him.
“Do you understand how long he’s had a crush on you?”
You looked down at the floor. This was making the situation worse. The guilt was slowly getting to you.
“No, you don’t. Cause you only think about yourself.”
Klitz opened the door. Both you and Matthew turned to look at him. You stood in silence for a few seconds.
“Matthew get out of here.”
He said, saving you from getting yelled on by his friend. After he did so, Klitz opened the door further for you to get in. He locked the door behind him, once the two of you were alone.
“I didn’t know that you-“
You looked up at him for the first time, stopping your sentence once you saw that he had been crying. You looked down at the floor, the guilt of it all made you sick to the stomach.
“Klitz, listen. I should’ve never done that. Matthew was right, me and my friends never think about anything but ourselves. I’m sorry, alright?”
You hugged you arms around yourself. It was your time to escape the eye contact. He stepped closer to you, but not close enough. You had tears in her eyes, god you had never felt so awful before.
“You’re forgiven. I can’t get mad at you.”
He said a small tint of red forming on his cheeks. Your face lit up in a smile.
“Just don’t do that again.”
He stepped away from you again. Your body felt awfully cold all of a sudden.
“It’s not funny being made fun of like that.”
You nodded. And the room became quiet. The only sound being the vague noise of the music outside. He was about to unlock the door, as you reached out for his arm.
“You really are mature, Klitz. Any other guy would’ve called me a slut and never spoken to me again.”
He sighed and looked you up and down. Shrugging at the compliment.
“If there’s anything I can do to make it up for you, I will.”
You said turning seductive again, gracing his arm with your hand. He smiled shortly.
“I don’t want to be a pity fuck.”
“Who said I felt pity for you?”
You giggled together at your teasing comment. Once the giggles turned serious, you stepped closer to him and ran your hands up his chest. He bowed down and kissed you. You kissed him back. Your hands tangled in his hair, messing up the almost bowl cut looking hairdo. He looked better that way, you thought to yourself. Even though you already thought he was cute. But your friends couldn’t know about that. His hands slid down around your ass. He let out a small whimper as he felt up your backside.
“I’ve wanted to- fuck you- for such a long time.”
He said in between kisses. You licked your lips and pulled him over to the sink by his shirt collar. You leaned up against the sink, arching your back to be closer to him.
“Fuck me then.”
You said with a smirk. He quickly grabbed your hips and turned you around. Pushing his hard on up against your ass. You moaned at the sensation as he started kissing your back from behind. Your hands were working on the zipper of your barley covering skirt, as his were working on his own. The two of you were working in a fast speed. Desperation taking over you. It was the first time you had fucked a guy like him, and it was the first time he had fucked.
“I’m sorry, I might not be that great at this.”
He said, suddenly insecure about his ability to please you. He wanted this to be perfect. You turned around to face him. Now only in your pink lace panties and the almost matching pink crop top. His hands fell on top of your hips as you leaned into him.
“Klitz, you’re going to be more than great.”
He smiled shyly at you as you kissed him softly. You continued to remove his trousers. Pulling them down together with his underwear. Your gasped as you looked down at his cock.
“What?”
He asked nervously and looked down, scared that something about him was off putting.
“No, nothing is wrong. I- it’s- ehm.”
You couldn’t find the words and started laughing slightly. He looked concerned still.
“God, Klitz, it’s huge.”
His concerned face relaxed and he let out a relived huff. You smiled and started kissing him again. He moaned into your mouth, as he pulled a condom out of his pocket and tried opening it. His clumsy, clammy hands weren’t able to work the small packaging. You grabbed the condom and put it to your mouth, ripping it open. You slowly put it on him. Once you were finished, he flipped you hastily around again. Pulling your panties down letting them rest around your ankles. You felt nervous for some reason. He was truly big, maybe even the biggest you’d ever had. He lined himself up with your entrance. Slowly pushing into you. You arched your back into him, as he moaned a curse.
“Oh my god.”
You said, feeling overwhelmed by the size of him. You looked at him in the mirror. Seeing his face in total bliss. Head turned up, and eyes closed. You started moving your hips back and forth. Wanting to see his face in even more pleasure. He opened his eyes and locked them with yours in the mirror. He grabbed your hips like he was afraid of hurting you, starting to set a slow pace.
“Is this ok?”
He asked with an already heavy breath. You smiled and nodded. Not being able to pronounce any words at that point. With the feeling of his cock hitting your spot over and over.
“You’re so tight.”
He said as his speed went up drastically. Now slamming into you. The room was filled with moans and the sound of skin against skin. You reached down and started playing with your clit, feeling already so close. You could feel him twitching inside you, he was close too.
“I want you to come.”
He said sweetly, grabbing your hips harder.
“Please, just- keep going.”
You managed to stutter out. Moments later you come around him with a loud moan, holding onto the sink for dear life.
“Fuck.”
He moans as he comes to, holding tightly around your body as his thrusts get sloppy and uneven. You catch your breaths, still intertwined.
“God, you’re amazing.”
He looks like he’s on ecstasy, taking a moment to get back to his normal self. You giggle at the sight and smile back at him in the mirror. He pulls out, and you start getting dressed.
“You’re not too bad yourself.”
You tease, pulling your panties back on. He blushed, looking down at the floor for a second. You smile to yourself, looking in the mirror before walking over to the door.
“Wait.”
He calls after you. You turn around to face him, he walks closer to you.
“Uh- maybe. If you’d want to. We could- maybe, I don’t know. Do this again?”
He asks clumsily. You grin and give him a short kiss, pulling back and seeing his bright red cheeks, that you’ve grown quite fond of.
A/n: This is part 2 of Saturdays. Please read Saturdays before you read this, cause this will make no sense if you don’t…
Read part 1 and 3 here: Saturdays Weeks
Word count: 2k
Summary: She gets an unexpected visitor and decides to let him stay. Something she will eventually regret.
Warnings: 18+, mention of weapon, language, mention of stalking, mention of masturbation, choking, kidnapping, creepy behaviour, inappropriate touching
She walked into the flat. Carefully closing the door behind her. The entire flat was completely silent. The only sound filling the space was the loud thumping of her heartbeat. She started walking slowly. Further and further into her home. She had a firm grip around her taser. Holding it in front of herself like it was her most cherished possession. Living in Gotham wasn’t safe, she knew as much. But she had never imagined someone breaking into her privacy like this. Her mind started going through all the possibilities. A robber, a murderer, a rapist or even the riddler. The last one sent chills down her spine. Cause she knew he could be all of those things. She heard footsteps coming from the kitchen. She turned and saw a man standing there. Sandy hair and a big jacket.
“Turn around!”
She yelled, making the man jump. She was still defensively holding the taser in front of her like a gun. He put his hands up in the air and turned around. It was him. Edward. The man she had only talked to a few times. A stranger in her house.
“Hey, y/n. I know this looks a bit weird, but I can explain.”
She eyed him up and down. Still holding the taser up.
“Explain then.”
He smiled at her and reached behind him cautiously. He grabbed something off the counter. Her missing keys.
“You lost these the last time we spoke. I just wanted to give them back, but you didn’t answer the door. I- I tried the keys and one of them fitted. I know it’s weird to just walk in, but-“
“Yeah it’s super fucking weird.”
She interrupted him. Her anger speaking for her.
“Look I’m sorry, it’s- I just thought that.”
He went quiet for a second. He had to maintain himself. He had to lie. Even though he hated it.
“I was just going to put them here, I promise. I don’t want you to think badly of me.”
He put the keys back on the counter. Raising his hands back over his shoulders.
“You promise you’re not going to hurt me?”
She asked still in her defensive position. He shook his head.
“Of course not. I would never do that. I really was just going to put them here and go.”
She stood up straight. Still keeping her taser in her hand, but not pointing towards him.
“I’m sorry, I just got a bit freaked out. I wasn’t expecting this.”
He nodded his head no.
“Don’t apologise. You have every right to.”
They both went quiet. He could tell she was trying to process everything that was happening.
“I’ll leave, I was just going to anyways.”
She shook her head.
“No it’s fine, you can stay. If you want to.”
He smiled the slightest, nodding to accept her offer. She had no idea he had just wanked off in her bed. Or stolen her underwear. Oh, how sweet and innocent she was. This was a little slip up in his plan. He hadn’t expected her to come home this early. But it was fine, cause if anything this made them closer.
“Do you want anything to drink?”
She asked and walked into the kitchen, putting the taser on the counter next to the keys.
“No thanks, I’m fine.”
She nodded and filled a glass with water. She downed it at once. Small drops of water running down her neck. He noticed, of course he noticed. But she didn’t need to know that.
“Please have a seat. You’re stressing me out by just standing there.”
She said and walked over to the couch. He followed her and sat down beside her. Not being able to stop himself from looking at her cleavage, that her tight dress managed to portray so beautifully. He made sure there were enough space between the two of them. Just to make her feel comfortable.
“So, why aren’t you out this late on a Saturday?”
She asked him, smiling. He copied hers as he answered her.
“I don’t really go out.”
It was sad, but he was honest. His life was lonely. It wasn’t until he found her that it got exciting. She nodded slightly.
“Why aren’t you?”
He asked back, not wanting it to go quiet.
“Trouble in paradise.”
She said. He held back a smile. She had remembered their first encounter. Maybe she did like him. Maybe she thought about him every night before going to bed. Maybe she touched herself with that pink toy, thinking about him. No, shut up. He thought. She was just being polite. Her remembering things like these didn’t mean she was obsessed like he were.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
He asked moving slightly closer to her. She didn’t notice him doing so.
“No, I would rather not.”
“Fair.”
He felt stupid for thinking she would want to talk about it. God, she didn’t even know him. He couldn’t expect her to be open about stuff like that yet. He had ruined the mood completely! Even though he didn’t know what had happened, he was sure he would kill whoever made her feel like that. He would kill them for her.
“Oh by the way.”
He said reaching into his pocket. She looked back to him.
“I think this is yours too.”
He pulled out her chewing gum. He had only taken one piece, and he prayed she didn’t notice. But she didn’t seem to focus on the gum at all. Her smile had disappeared and she was looking at his pocket. He slowly followed her eyes. Out of his dark pocket poked a piece of red lace fabric. He sighed and reached into his pocket tucking the fabric back in.
“Thank you.”
She simply said, pretending not to notice. He could tell a wave of panic washed over her. The air went cold around them.
“I think, uh- I think you have to go.”
She managed to say. Something in his eyes went dark and she noticed.
“Really? Why?”
He asked her. Toying with her. Trying to see if she would mention it.
“I’m just- tired.”
She said and looked over at her phone. He nodded. She was so polite, and for what? She had caught him red handed, and still she wouldn’t mention it.
“Could I get your number first? If you don’t mind.”
She didn’t dare meet his eyes.
“I’m engaged, it would look bad in the media.”
She mumbled, playing with her extremely expensive ring that probably costed ten times his entire paycheque.
“I wouldn’t tell anyone.”
She sighed. He saw tears brimming in the corner of her eye.
“Please, just leave.”
She had been staring at her phone on the table for a long time. Probably weighing her options.
“No.”
In a quick movement she reached for the phone. There was no way back now. He threw himself over her. The two of them fell down on the floor. He was straddling her. Grabbing the phone and throwing it away. He tried to calm her down, but she tried even harder to fight back. Screaming and clawing him with her nails. She tried reaching for his eyes. But was only able to reach his neck. Giving him red scratches. Despite his feeling of shame, he had to admit he liked the sensation. His hands found her neck. Slowly putting more and more pressure around it.
“I’ve been following you y/n. I thought you were smart enough to notice, but it seems that your stupid fiancé have rubbed off on you more than I thought.”
He whispered to her. She removed her hands from his neck and started working on his hands around hers. She looked up at him in horror as her face went pale. Her entire body was resisting underneath him.
“You were never supposed to know, baby. This is for your own good.”
He continued to strangle her. Being careful though, he didn’t want to kill her.
“Fuck you.”
She managed to breath out. His grip tightened, as his heart broke into pieces. How could she say something like that to him?
“Please, stop fighting! I don’t want to hurt you!”
He yelled in her face. And so she did. Not voluntarily of course. Her body had passed out from the lack of oxygen. And she was met with darkness.
She woke up, tied to a bed. But not her bed. This wasn’t her flat. He had brought her to his own. She was sure of it. She looked around. Sneak photos and magazine covers of her were hung up on the wall facing the bed. She tried not to imagine the things he’d do while looking at those pictures. She felt her insides twisting, and she was struggling to breath properly. She tried ripping herself out of the duct tape that locked her arms and legs in place. Slowly starting to hyperventilate. She wanted to cry, but she was not going to. There was no way she would show him any kind of weakness.
“Good morning sunshine.”
He said as he leant up against the wall in the bedroom. She scowled at him, not wanting to say anything to him. He smiled and let out a small laugh.
“You’re adorable when you’re angry.”
She gave him an extremely fake smile.
“You’re not.”
She answered, with poison dripping off her words. She tried concealing her fear with anger. He knew it, and she knew it. So why would she even try? He sighed. Her voice was raspy and dry from him chocking her. And deep down he felt bad for ruining her beautiful voice.
“You got a big mouth for being so helpless right now.”
He started walking towards her, sitting down beside her on the bed. She moved as far away from him as she could.
“I could do anything I want to you, and you would just have to sit there and take it.”
His hand graced over her bare legs. She flinched, trying to look anywhere but at him.
“And still you’re mean to me. I’m sorry y/n, but I don’t understand your thought process.”
“You’re insane.”
She said just above a whisper. His hand was resting on her thigh now.
“Maybe.”
She managed to look at him. Even though her entire body was screaming against it.
“Bruce will come looking for me. He’s probably already noticed I’m missing.”
She painted on a lie. After their argument she was sure he wouldn’t try to contact her for at least a week. She said she needed space and that’s what he was going to give her.
“Now that’s insane.”
He let out a giggle.
“I know it’s all fake. He’s not going to come for you. You don’t even like him. And he doesn’t love you. But I do. I love you, y/n. That’s why-.”
“No you don’t.”
She interrupted him. His grip around her thigh got harder. Her heart skipped a beat. His anger, made her even more scared.
“I’ve seen the way he’s treating you. Like you’re nothing but a reputation. Like you’re nothing but money.”
“At least he haven’t kidnapped me. Or fucking strangled me!”
She raised her voice at him. Risky, but she needed to be at least a little in control. He pointed a finger at her, about to raise his voice back. But he held himself back. Walking away from her. Breathing in and out, trying to calm himself down.
“You’ll learn to love me. Even if you don’t want to.”
He walked out of the room, leaving her in bed all by herself. He left her alone for the rest of the day. The first few hours she used trying to scream for help, hoping that anyone would hear her. When she understood that it was all for nothing she started crying. But when she was finished with that she was just left with anger. She sat in complete silence staring at the wall. She had a plan, and it was not going to fail.
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