Warnings: MDNI, SMUT, p in v, blowjob, threesome, just pure smut
You donât even know how you ended up here, but you certainly donât mind. You were in bed with Mickey and Ryland, both on each side, touching and kissing you in ways you wouldnât even dare to dream about.
Ryland lifted your shirt with one hand so Mickey could get ahold of your tits. He looks at you, and you nod. He starts licking and sucking your nipples like a starved man. You look at Ryland, he looks like a sad puppy with those eyes. You start kissing him and your hand reaches into his pants. Damn heâs hard.
âAll that for me?â you ask. He can only nod in response. âHey, what about me?â Mickey suddenly draws your attention. You grin and sit up so you can kiss him. Ryland gets up behind you and takes your shirt off, then starts to kiss your neck. âYouâre so beautifulâŠâ he says. Mickey brakes the kiss so he could look at you. âYouâre so rightâ he says before continuing to kiss you.
Ryland is grabbing your tits as you try to take Mickeys pants off. He helps you and in the next moment Ryland is doing the same to you. You get on your belly and start sucking Mickey off. You can barely hold back your moans when you hear how heâs whimpering.
âYouâre so good at thisâŠâ he says as he grabs your hair and throws his head back in ecstasy. For a second you look back to see what Ryland is doing. Heâs taking your panties off and kissing your ass. You make eye contact and he smiles. âIâll be gentle. Promise.â You continue sucking Mickey off and you think he will pull your hair off eventually by the way heâs grabbing it. But youâre not complaining.
Then you feel it. Ryland enters you with one thrust. âYou feel so so so goodâŠâ he says as heâs pulling you closer by the waist. âWe donât deserve you.â Says Mickey. This continues for a few minutes, you feel like youâre gonna explode. Itâs just too good to be true. Both of them.
âFuck, Iâm close!â Mickey says barely. âMe too!â Ryland agrees. You werenât far behind yourself. Suddenly Mickey stops. âTurn around please.â Ryland lets you go for a quick second before he gets you into missionary. âYouâre so gorgeous. Fuck!â Mickey is jerking himself and then he comes on your tits and face a second later. Ryland pick his sperm with his fingers and puts them into your mouth. You lick them clean.
âYouâre so so so good!â Ryland fastens his pace and soon youâre both cumming.
You donât know how you ended up here. But youâre happy that you did.
Rain pours down on the empty city streets, turning the neon lights into long, trembling reflections across the pavement. Neo and Trinity have already made it out of the Matrix, but you've stupidly decided to split up with them and now you've found yourself completely lost in the large abandoned office building and, worst of all, without a phone in sight.
You frantically call out for Tank in your earpiece, but it appears to have been broken during combat. Great, just great. You know the agents will find you any moment now. You've fought them countless times before, but each time is as difficult as the last. Your heartbeat speeds up as you keep searching the rooms for anything that could be of help, that is, until you hear a set of footsteps behind you.
Agent Smith step through the door, eyes covered by dark sunglasses, but you can still feel his eyes fixed on you. Unusual, the other agents aren't with him, even though they were here just moments ago when you were fighting them with Neo and Trinity. You don't have time to ponder about the agents' whereabouts, as agent Smith starts to talk:
"Miss y/n, your friends seem to have disappeared on you again. Tell me, how is it you always find yourself stuck with me?"
It's true, you've stayed back to distract the agents countless times while Neo and the others make their escape, that is part of your role. You could always tell agent Smith found your little back-and-forths amusing as well simply by the fact that he keeps coming back, even though he knows exactly what you're doing. After all, he's a hyper-intellegent program, he learns from every fight, every move, every interaction. And, admittedly, you find him just as intruiging as he does you.
Lost in thought, you find yourself frozen in place and completely cornered by him. Smith cocks his brow at your silence, usually being met with a witty remark thrown his way. Due to the lack of response, he continues speaking:
"Now, don't look so helpless. You always manage to make your escape somehow, don't you? So tell me, little girl, how will you do it today?"
Smith chuckles at your terrified face. There really doesn't seem to be any way out of here, no crack you can slip through at the last second, nothing. He takes a step closer, cornering you even further.
"Don't be so confused now. After all, a mistake like this from your side was to be expected, human kind simply doesn't stand a chance againt a program."
Now standing directly in front of you, Smith takes your chin with his hand and forces you to look up at him. "Let me go!", you grit through your teeth, but to no avail. He chuckles at your struggling and starts slowly backing you up until your back hits the wall. Your breath catches in your throat as you feel him press his whole body against yours. You try to wriggle away from his grasp, but he only pulls you in closer. That is when you feel something hard poking your thigh and his lips attacking your neck. This whole thing is so surreal, he's a program, is he even able to experience lust, or is he doing this as some sort of sick power play? Just because he can? You're not sure, but the wetness filling your pussy is giving away the fact you're enjoying this more than you should be.
Smith kisses, bites and sucks on your neck feverishly. You try to make it seem as if you aren't enjoying it, but the loud moan you let out when he nips at a particulary sensitive spot gives you away immediately. You feel Smith smirk against your neck. He raises his head to your ear.
"Even though your kind disgusts me, it's you in particular who has always enthralled me. You should be scared of me, but you just always keep coming back. You're always the one who stays back while the others escape. Tell me, why is that?"
His free hand grabs your ass to push your crotch flush against his, while his other hand tugs harshly on your hair to pull your head back.
"Frankly, darling, I believe it's because you want me, and that's what I can't figure out. I have given you no reason to desire me in this way, quite the opposite actually, but you just can't seem to help your attraction. Simply... fascinating."
You whine desperately and grind your crotch against his, desperate for friction. He moves quickly, shedding your bottoms off of you and unzipping his own before pulling them down and letting his cock spring out. You gasp at the size, there's no way in hell that thing is fitting inside you. Smith, as if able to read your thoughts, remarks:
"You're taking all of it. I'll make it fit."
Smith lifts you up into his arms and you wrap your legs around his torso, desperately waiting for him to insert himself inside of you. "C'monn, put it in already!", you cry at his slow pace. This only widens his smirk as he rubs the tip of his cock against your enterance to tease you further.
After finally deciding that's enough, he pushes his hard cock into you. You feel the stinging stretch immediately, shutting your eyes to get adjusted to his size. He doesn't wait for you to get comfortable, immediately slamming himself into your pussy. He lets out a breathy gasp with each thrust, but it seems artificial as he doesn't seem to get tired or drop his relentless pace. You, on the other hand, are completely ruined. It's all too much, his fat cock pistoning into your needy hole and his balls hitting your ass while he holds you tight. His ability to manhandle your entire body weight with ease turns you on immensely. You should probably, no, definitely be scared of how completely in control of your body he is and how you're completely at his mercy, but you couldn't care less as you let him use you.
You can feel your orgasm rapidly approaching and your pussy automatically clenches even tighter around Smith's dick. The feeling drives him crazy as he increases his pace, if that is even possible with how fast he was already going before. Your orgasm hits you like a truck as you spasm around the agent's cock, but that doesn't make him stop. He's not finished with you until he's gotten his own release.
He's pounding into you with such force you're sure will leave bruises, but the thought of that just excites you even further. Finally, you can sense he's nearing his edge as his voice gets louder, gasps turning into deep grunts. Out of pure instinct, you lock your legs around his waist as tight as possible so he can't pull out to cum, as if he was going to do that anyways. He pushes his cock as deep as possible one last time before painting your insides white with his spend. You breathe out shakily as he separates his body from yours and puts you on the ground. You're barely standing on your trembling legs, needing to lean against the wall to support yourself, but Smith seems perfectly composed while he zips himself back up and leaves the room without so much as a word.
You thought you had begun to understand agent Smith pretty well during your numerous encounters, but this one left you feeling more confused than ever. Mainly about how his inhuman body functions, but also about everything. What are the two of you now? Is this a one time thing? Do you want it to be a one time thing? Does he?
What you don't notice is how, before exiting the room, agent Smith looks back at you for a brief moment with an expression that could only be described as fondness, before quickly erasing it from his face and turning away from you.
A/N: I know it's been a hot while since I last posted here. Got in a bit of a slump I guess, but I really wanted to write this one so here you go Agent Smith nation!!! If there is one... I also have plans to write for some other characters, mainly tf2 folks and waterboy from dispatch, but requests are open for any character! -Adminđșđ
Been thinking about stalker!Clark Kent x readerđ€đ€
You never fail to notice how your sweet coworker Clark is just so nice, always offering to help check the grammar of your newest article, leaving a cup of coffee on your desk every morning just as you come in. He really is the sweetest coworker, sweet Clark with his sweet infectious smile and his sweet dimples. You find him quite attractive as well, and the fact that he's so nice makes him even better. You have a feeling he might even feel the same way too.
Oh, but if only you knew he feels so much more than that towards you. If only you noticed how his eyes are fixed on you the whole day at the Daily Planet, taking in your every little detail. If only you knew he could actually hear every phone call you make, no matter which part of the building you're in. He doesn't mean to eavesdrop, he swears! He just wants to know who you're talking to, wants to know if you're talking to a guy, that's all. And there's no way you haven't noticed the looming presence that follows behind you on your way home, you've even been turning around a few times to check if someone's there, but you never noticed your sweet coworker Clark in the shadows.
If you don't know that, then you certainly dont know that your sweet coworker hangs out right by your window and listens in on you pleasuring yourself. Well, how would you know that anyways, you live on the third floor, it'd be impossible for someone to be there! Clark doesn't blame you for not noticing. Especially when he heard you moan his name one night, giving him a sense of pride. Your sweet coworker will give you what you want soon enough, don't you worry.
A/N: Is it possible I've written a fanfic that isn't about the Riddler?!đ± I hope you enjoyed this one cause I had a lot of fun writing it. I want to write more for Clark, so requests are open! -Adminđșđ
CW: p in v, spanking, handcuffing, slight degradation if you squint
You were a young inspiring filmmaker, the only problem was finding a stable job. You were living paycheck to paycheck. Until one day when you were on scrolling on craigslist you found an ad from this dude. He had no profile picture and he didnât use a real name for his username, all it said was Peachfuzz. He said he was looking for someone to film his film collection for a thousand dollars. You were intrigued, so you decided to send him a message.
-Hey, i saw the ad you posted and iâm interested.
He answered immediately. You were honestly shocked how fast he replied. It was almost like he was waiting for you.
-hello! Iâm so glad that someone is finally interested! Do you like movies? :)
-Yes, i do! Iâm a film graduate actually.
-oh wow, iâm so lucky to be talking to a professional. ;)
That made you blush. The next he sent you was an address and the time when you needed to be there. After that the chat stayed silent.
You arrived at the address and collected yourself before ringing the bell. When you ranged it no one answered. Well that was strange. You rang again. Still nothing. So you tried to open the door, and to your surprise it opened. âHello??â No one answered. âUm mister? Iâm here to film your collection!â You were staring to get scared. You couldnât move a muscle until someone grabbed you from the behind and started yelling. You started screaming. Then they turned you around. You saw a man in a wolf mask. You were terrified. âGet the fuck away from me!â You were doing everything to get him off, then he let go of you and ran upstairs. You just stood there, frozen, not daring to move. A few minutes passed then you heard someone coming downstairs. âOh Iâm so sorry, that was just Peachfuzz. Heâs been a little hyper lately. Are you okay?â He put his hands on your shoulders, when you looked up at him you couldnât say a word. He looked unsettling but there was something about him. His smile was warm, he had the most beautiful face you ever seen. âI-uhhh, fuck Iâm sorry. I got really scared.â You let out a little laugh. âOh Iâm so sorry, will a hug make it better?â You couldnât even answer before he hugged you. It was a nice hug, he was warm. And he smelled nice. âDo you want something to drink?â he asked as he let go of you. âOh no need, we can just get to filming if youâre ready.â âYou really are a professionalâ he eyed you up and down âthen follow me!â
You followed him upstairs to what you assumed was his bedroom, and then you saw it. He had a whole closet full of films. Your jaw dropped. âLike what you see?â He said winking at you. âItâs a really impressive collection. Iâm impressed!â You set up your camera. âIâm ready when you areâ you started filming. He stood there for a few seconds before he turned to you. â Have you ever seen Cronenbergâs Crash?â âUm yeah of course why?â âJust asking. What about Secretary?â âI loved movie. I really liked their relationship.â He looked you directly in the eyes âOh yeah? What about it? What about their relationship?â He stepped out of frame to get closer to you âum youâre stepping out of frame, you want me to stop filming?â âNo keep it goingâ he picks up the camera and starts filming you âtell me i want to know!â He gives you a big smile. You can feel yourself blushing. You ask yourself if youâre really getting turned on by this. âWell um I like their dynamic.â âWould you like for us to have their dynamic?â You blushed even harder. âNo need to get shy now, itâs a genuine question.â âWell I wouldnât mindâ you almost whisper. âTake off your clothesâ you look away from him and start stripping. He sets the camera down and watches you smiling. âTurn around and put your hands on the wallâ
You do as he says then wait. âNow hereâs whatâs going to happen, Iâm going to slap your ass until itâs the same color as your blush, okay?â You only whimper. He slaps it hard âOkay?â He asks again âyes!â You moan out. âOneâ slap! âTwoâ slap! âThreeâ slap! You could only moan out after every slap. You could feel the tears forming in your eyes after each slap, but you liked the pain. His fingers trail lower to your slit and start rubbing it. âAll this for me? And you were supposed to be the professional one. Wow! Youâre so so so pathetic. But I like it. I like how you listen. How you let me toy with you. You like it too donât you?â At this point heâs knuckles deep in you. âI donât even know your nameâŠâ you mutter out. âCall me whatever you wantâ he whispers in your ear and kisses it. His other hand trails up to your chest and starts toying with it pulling and pinching your nipples. âGet on the bedâ
You obey him again. He starts to unbuckle his belt. âGive me your hands pretty girlâ he gets on top of you and ties your hands with ease. âLegs upâ you can barely manage to lift them, but heâs generous enough to help you fold them to your chest. Then he enters you. And fuck did it feel good. âMore⊠pleaseâŠâ he doesnât answer just whimpers. He starts speeding up, you could feel tears running down your cheeks. He thrusts up to your cervix and licks your tears âfuck youâre so goodâ heâs setting a brutal pace now. The only thing you could do at this point is cry and moan out. Your climaxes hit you at the same time. After a few minutes you catch your breath he gets off of you and then he reaches for the camera. He points it at you âwell it isnât the same as Secretary but i think we did a good jobâ he says.
pleaseeee more riddler!! i love your writing so much!! maybs something where he has a crush on his roommate, the reader? thank you so much!
Roommate!Eddie didn't get out of his room much when you first moved in. He was skeptical of you, as he is with everyone in this damned city. He had more important things, more important plans to focus on.
However, you were always just so sweet to him, always making an effort to get to know him better. Eventually, he started to notice a cup of coffee waiting for him on the kitchen counter every morning, made just the way he likes it. At first he couldn't believe it, he couldn't believe someone would care so much to memorize how he likes his coffee, and it's things like that with which you've eventually won over Eddie's heart.
He's simply infatuated with you, always keeping an eye on you when you're in the same room. He tries not to be obvious, and most of the time you don't even notice it! He thinks it's adorable how you have no idea just how obsessed he has become with you. He wants to observe you 24/7, wants to know every move you make. Sometimes, he'll follow behind you while you're out running errands or going to work. It's cause he wants to protect you, he tells himself, but he knows his main motive is more of a primal, possesive and selfish one. It's not enough though. At one point he even thought about making a small hole through the wall separating your bedrooms so he could watch you even more, but he's not sure how he'd get away with it without you noticing anything.
Part of him also loves when you leave him alone at home, cause that gives him full permission to snoop around your room, examine all your stuff, open all your drawers and maybe even take a few small things he's sure you won't notice are gone. He's definitely sniffed your used panties at least once (and maybe even stolen a pairđ€«). He loves to lay on your bed, your scent overflowing his senses while he imagines cuddling up with you on that very bed.
However, he'll never let you go in his room. He can't afford you finding out about his plans as the Riddler, at least not yet. He knows you're smart, and he prays you'll understand what he's trying to do when he finally explains everything, but not yet.
A/N: Sorry for taking so long to answer this request! I've been stuck in a sort of writing block, but I've finally finished this fic. Hope you enjoy it! -Adminđșđ
Pervy coworker Eddie who is absolutely obsessed with you and watches your every move. You're the only one in this damned city who's actually nice to him without any visible ulterior motive, so he romanticizes every move you make. Whether it's making yourself a coffee, reading over paperwork or typing away at the computer, he watches your every move in the office. He's seething with rage whenever a male coworker is talking to you, standing a bit too close, laughing at your joke a bit too hard, lingering for a bit too long. Eddie practically starts planning all the possible ways to kill him, before deciding to try to clear his head and get back to his work.
Still, you're the only thing he can think of. Naturally, his mind starts to wander a bit, noticing how your tight pencil skirt rides up your thighs when you sit, fantasizing about taking it off of you and bending you right over your desk, showing everyone in the office, especially that stupid coworker that has taken an interest in you, that you're Eddie's and his only. The poor guy can't take it, he's already rushing to the bathroom to rub one out. He can't even look you in the eye after coming out of the bathroom, guilt taking over him for having such sinful thoughts about someone as pure as yourself. Can you blame him though? Everything about you just drives him crazy.
A/N: Just wanted to write a short blurb for Eddie cause I've been absolutely obsessed with him these past few daysđ”âđ« hope you all enjoy it! -Adminđșđ
P.S. our requests are open ;) I suggest reading our introduction post to see which fandoms we write for
Summary: You are Travisâs new opponent and after a fight neither of you can win you leave him alone and wanting more. The next time you meet things start to escalateâŠ
Cw: smut, fighting, light degradation, oral(f! & m! receiving, p in v, spanking, Travis is a perv
MDNI!!!
It was just a usual day for Travis until he got an email from the UAA, he opened it and started reading. There was a new assassin in town he got to get rid off. He scoffed and put his jacket on and went to the assigned destination. The fight was supposed to take place in an abandoned warehouse not too far from the motel he was living in. When he got there was an unusual silence that he didnât like, but he got his beam katana out and entered the building. When he got inside no one was there. He started looking around until he heard a voice âUp hereâ. He quickly looked up at the staircase and you emerged from the shadows of the dimly lit building. âYou must be Travis Touchdownâ you said as you walked slowly, taking your time, sliding your blade against the concrete wall. âThe one and only, not that it will mean anything to you when I beat your assâ. âWell thatâs no way to talk to a woman, is it?â you said as you started sprinting towards him. The fight was going on for some time but neither of you was winning. In one moment both of you were left without your weapons, so it was just fists and punches. You hit him and he fell to the ground, you got on top of him and punched him in the face. In between punches you felt it, he was hard. âFucking freakâ you said and barely got up from how sore you were, you wiped off the blood from your nose and started walking away. âHey, weâre not done yet!â He said now propped up on his elbows, blood and sweat running down his face. âIâm not gonna waste my time on a loser like you Travisâ you said as you walked out of the building, leaving him completely alone.
When Travis came home he took a shower and went straight to his bedroom. He leaned against the closed door and looked down âFuckâŠâ he muttered slowly, he was hard again. He couldnât stop thinking about you since the fight, the way your clothes hugged your curves. The way your shirt hanged low when you were on top of him, showing him your cleavage. He started stroking himself slowly, teasing him self at the thought of how nice your hands would wrap around his dick. Would you be rough with him? Would you edge him until he was begging you to stop? Or would he take control and fuck you senseless? He started stroking himself harder and more desperately. Then he came, hard. Sweat was running down his face, trying to catch his breath as he got into bed.
The next few days he spent all day thinking about you. There were no emails from the UAA about your next fight. He was desperate. Desperate to see you. You had his head spinning, itâs almost like you cast a spell upon him. Then one night as he was ready to go to sleep he looked out of the window of his bedroom and there you were, smoking a cigarette looking directly into his window. He immediately sprinted out of his apartment and onto the pavement, but you were gone, the only thing that was left of you was your stomped cigarette butt on the concrete. He couldnât sleep that night.
A few more days passed, still nothing. Until one day, as he got back into his apartment after spending some time in a bar, when he saw a light coming from his bedroom. He slowly approached it and slowly went in, and there you were looking at his figure collection.
âI knew you were a loser, but this a whole another level.â you said as you turned to face him. âWhat the fuck are you doing here?â he said still completely shocked. âWhat? Are you not happy to see me?â you got closer to him, chests almost touching. His hands were quickly all over you leading you to his bed. He laid you down and slowly spread your legs. âYouâre so fucking desperate-â he cut you off by taking off your pants and slowly rubbing your clit through your panties. âYouâre so soaked. And now Iâm the desperate one? You practically came here to get fuckedâ he took your panties off with his teeth and that alone made you moan. Then he put two fingers in you making your thighs close together, but he forced them apart. âShirt off.â You immediately took it off, a pink shade spread across your cheeks from embarrassment.
You kinda like that he took control but you kept it to yourself. His hands reached out to touch your breast, âOh, so weâre all quiet now? Thatâs all it takes?â he said as he started to pinch and twist your nipple âShut up!â You pulled his hair and pressed his lips to your clit. You squirmed as he ate you out, the sounds of your moans and him practically devouring you filled the room. You put your hand on his hand that was still playing with your breast and squeezed it hard. âF-Fuck! Travis Iâm gonna cum!â You called out as you threw your head back as your orgasm washed over you. He pulled away from you then kneeled on the bed. Next he took his shirt off âYou look so hot right now, just like in my animes.â You frowned âAre you fucking serious?â He smirked âAs a heart attack.â âYouâre so weird you know that?â you said still frowning. He put his fingers on your lips, you took that as a sign and started sucking them, tasting your self on his fingers. His other hand went to his belt and unbuckled it, taking his pants off. âI have something better you can use your pretty mouth to suck offâ he said removing his fingers from your mouth, spit connecting his fingers and your mouth. âI doubt there will be anything to suck onâ you said sarcastically as you looked down to his hand taking down his boxers. Your eyes widened, he was huge. You looked up at him, he was smirking. âWhat is it? Cat got your tongue?â he put his hand to back of your head and took his dick in the other stroking himself a few times before you slowly took his dick into your mouth. Rubbing circles on his tip with your tongue. He groaned hard. âFuck, youâre sucking me off like a pro.â he pulled your hair, you looked up at him and he rubbed your cheek then pulled you off. âOn your hands knees pretty girlâ you obeyed. You could feel his hand on your ass, slowly rubbing it. Then all of a sudden, slap! You moaned into the sheets. He slapped it again and you gripped the sheets. You could feel him rubbing his tip between your folds. âTravis stop teasing!â you cried out. He took that as a sign to put his whole length into you in one thrust, you cried out again. He started slowly thrusting âIs this what you wanted, hm? Wanted me to fuck your brains out?â You moaned. âWanted me to fuck you like a slut after you beat the shit out of me?â He pulled your hair âF-Fuck, yeah i did!â is all you could mutter out as he was fucking you faster now. He slapped your ass again âCalling me a loser, whoâs a loser now?â He bit your shoulder and you screamed. âFuck Travis!â âYouâre so cute under me like thisâ You could feel your orgasm creeping up again âT-Travis Iâm gonna cum again! Fuck!â He was licking the place where he bit you âNot so stubborn now are we? What if I donât let you cum, like when you left me in that warehouse?â âNo fuck! Please! I need it!â You squeezed harder against him and he groaned âFuck you feel so good!â Your orgasm hit you like a train, after it passed he took his dick out of you and came back âHoly shit, you look like youâre straight out of a porno.â âFucking pervâ you say as youâre trying to catch your breath. Both of you fell asleep soon after. In the morning Travis woke up, then he turned to his side âGood morning beautifulâ but when he opened his eyes you werenât there. He sat up immediately then looked around his room. Then he saw it. There was a sticky note on one of his figures. He got up and ripped it off. It read âThanks for the great sex loser. I left you a surprise, hope you like it. xoxoâ he looked next ti the figure, there it was. Your panties. He was hopeless.
Could you make a x reader fic with whatever you want of The riddler? (The Batman 2022 one ?)
I was so happy when we recieved this request cause Dano!Riddler was one of the first characters I planned on writing for on this account, and this just gave me more reason to do so. Hope you like it! -Adminđșđ
The man behind the mask
Dano!Riddler x fem!reader
Summary: Reader, who is a waitress at the diner where Edward frequents, decides to tease him to see how flustered he could get, not knowing how big of an effect she has on Eddie.
CW: semi-public sex, non-con stuff (maybe?), choking, Eddie and reader are both freaks
Minors DNI!
Having been working as a waitress at a diner for almost a year now, you knew all of its' regulars and their usual orders. None of them were of any interest to you â except one. That one shy, awkward guy with the glasses. Edward, you asked for his name once. He'd come in every evening, asking for a coffee and a slice of pumpkin pie.
The guy liked you, that much was obvious. You know damn well the pumpkin pie here isn't that good, especially by the evening after it's been sitting in the fridge all day, so it's obvious there's a different reason why he comes to the diner every day. He can barely hold eye contact and speak without stuttering while he's talking to you but, when you turn your back on him, you can always feel his peering gaze on you. Unusual, maybe a little creepy to some, but you found it kind of cute. You found him kind of cute.
A few times Edward has stiken up conversation with you, and it was almost always about the mysterious masked serial killer that has been plaguing Gotham for some time now, the Riddler. He asks you what you thought of the killer's latest move, as documented on the news, and you can't quite tell if he condemns or commends it. You always reply the same way, that you aren't informed enough on the topic as those kinds of things make you feel uneasy. Sometimes Edward will go on about the situation at hand, but sometimes he doesn't answer, just looks at you for a bit too long with an expression you can't quite decipher. However, you just chalk it up to awkwardness and him just finding an excuse to talk to you.
Whatever the case may be, you decided do have some fun with him. You wanted to see just how much of a flustered mess you can make him in these next few days, and hey, maybe he finally decides to ask you on a date! You have a strong feeling that you wouldn't reject the offer.
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You see Edward nearing the diner's enterance, and you quickly unbutton a few buttons of your work uniform, exposing your chest just enough to make him stare, but not enough to get fired for dressing indecently. He comes in to order andâoh gosh, he isn't even being subtle with the staring. He ordersâbarely, and sits down by the counter, where he always does. You lean down on the counter to give him an even better view as you strike up a conversation with him, just some small talk cause you know he's barely even listening, his focus is somewhere else. The poor guy tries so hard not to look down and to maintain eye contact, but you notice each and every single glance down at your chest. His flustered face is almost endearing to you, him fixing his glasses nervously and shifting in his seat. You really enjoyed teasing him like this.
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The next evening, you decide your newest tool for teasing Edward will be your way-too-short skirt that's part of your uniform. You hated the skirt length when you started working here and complained about it multiple times, but your boss never did anything about it and now you're almost thankful for it because of how much Edward stares when you bend down to retrieve a plate from the lowest drawer, trying to get the slightest glimpse of your underwear. He never does though, it always comes so close but it's never enough. At least until you decide to finally give him a glimpse of what he wants.
You reach up for the highest cupboard, positioning your legs so the slightest glimpse of your lacy black underwear is visible for a single moment. You can't even see him, but you just know it's driving him crazy. When you turn around, Edward is red as a tomato and his arms are shifting uncomfortablyâit almost looks like he's palming himself, but you can't really fully see from behind the counter. You wouldn't be surprised if your theory was right, though.
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For the next few days, you'd tease Edward like this every evening. Always subtle, but enough to drive him crazy. You knew Edward wasn't stupid and you were sure he had caught on to your little game by now, but that hadn't made it any less fun for you, and you assumed he enjoyed it as well. Well, at least until today. Today he didn't show up to the diner. You were getting more worried by the minute, fearing you had made him uncomfortable and that he'll never return. You tried to rationalize it, convincing yourself that "maybe he's just busy today", but the fear remained inside your head.
Your shift was over now, and you hadn't seen him all night. You sigh dejectedly and head home out the diner's backdoor, which leads a dark alleyway that usually makes you feel frightened while walking home, but tonight you're so lost in your thoughts you don't give a damn.
That is, until someone roughly grabs you from behind and pulls you towards them. You try to scream, but their hand is tightly squeezing your neck. It's no use trying to break free as your captor is much stronger than you. The person turns you around, still holding you tightly, and you can finally get a look at them. At first, you can't see anything from the darkness, but you start to see it clearer, it's the outline of a mask... is thatâno, it can't be. It looks like the mask of that serial killer Edward is always on aboutâoh god. You start to scream, but his hand quickly grips your throat again and you finally hear his voice.
"Shut upâShut the fuck upâ!" he whisper-yells at you, still cutting out your airflow.
His other hand, however, is roaming all over your body, almost indecisive on where to land. Tears well up in your eyes and you hear him quietly curse to himself and exhale sharply. You look into his eyes, the only facial feature his mask wasn't covering, andâyou know those eyes. You've looked into those eyes every evening for months. However insane it may sound, you're sure that's Edward behind the mask. After all, it would explain all his rambling about the Riddler and his newest victims, he was bragging, albeit indirectly. You don't have much time to think though, as he's pulling your body closer to his own.
"Edward?" you whisper out, and his eyes widen.
That's when you feel his erection poking you through his pants. So this was his plan all along, huh? Too much of a coward to ask you out on a date, but it seems the mask gives him a lot of confidence, it's almost like he's a completely different person in his Riddler apparel.
Before he can respond, you begin grinding against his hard-on, feeling him shiver and his grip on you tighten. His gaze never leaves your face, like he's examining every facial feature.
"I knew you would figure out it was me, I knew you were smarter than the rest of them..." he whispers in your ear with an eerie chuckle, quickly broken by a loud groan as you continue grinding against him. He pins you against the wall and wastes no time unzipping his pants and pulling his cock out. You can't look down as he's still holding your neck just enough so that your gaze only remains on him, but you feel his cock graze against your thighs, and you feel how damn big it is. He moves your panties to the side and rubs the tip of his cock against your wet folds.
"So fuckin' wet, huh? You know how fucking long I've wanted this?" He shudders in your ear as he slowly pushes himself in you. You wrap your legs around him, now being fully supported by his grip, and you pull him closerâand deeper. He's trying to remain his cool while pushing his cock into you, but you can tell he's not very experienced. He's just so cute to you, even in moments like these where you know he could kill you if you gave him enough reason to. He starts thrusting in and out of you rapidly, unsure of his movements but just chasing his own pleasure and holding on to you for dear life. You hold your grip on his back as well, clawing at his thick jacket while he uses your body.
"God, I needed this, needed youâ so fucking bad.. you're so fuckin' beautifulâ" he rambles between thrusts and you can't even reply, only able to moan and whimper at his rapid pace. You can tell he's close by the way his thrusts become more erratic and his moans are getting louder, and you feel your orgasm reaching as well. You come on his cock, and the way your pussy tightens brings Edward over the edge as well. Now both of you are just panting exhaustedly, him still holding you up. After a moment, he puts you down and you're barely able to hold yourself up as your legs are trembling, with his cum dripping down your thigh. You decide to finally speak up:
"Missed you at the diner today, y'know?"
Maybe it was a stupid thing to say in the moment, but a part of you didn't want this to be a one-time thing. You missed Edward's presence at the diner, and you really hoped this wouldn't be the last you'd see of him.
"Don't worry sweetheart, you can't get rid of me that easily." Edward chuckles at you before disappearing into the dark. While not knowing what exactly he meant with that statement, you feel relieved knowing you'll see him again.
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The next evening, Edward comes to the diner again, ordering a coffee and pumpkin pie, and sitting by the counter, all as per usual. The way he looks at you, though, is different now. There's knowing in his gaze, ominous, almost dangerous. There's also wantâ no, need in his eyes. Something tells you you'll be seeing a lot more of him after what happened last night.
