Edward Nygma AKA The Riddler x Gender Neutral Reader
Genre: Smut
Words: 1,140
Summary: You’ve been an obnoxious pervert for too long, but all your shameless begging has finally paid off.
Content/Warnings: Hate sex, rough sex, penis in ambiguous hole sex, choking, mean dirty talk, insults, degradation, slapping, sub/bottom reader
“Is this what you wanted, you sniveling little cretin?”
Edward’s question comes out as a snarl. You can hear the words pushing through his gritted teeth, but they run over your mind like water to a stone. You’re not really listening.
How could you be when he’s pounding into you from behind this way, like his life depends on making sure he molds your insides to fit his cock?
You’ve never seen Edward this angry.
You’ve never seen him angry at all, really. Annoyed, irritated, sure, but this goes deeper. He’s fuming.
Just like you wanted.
You took a liking to Edward the moment you laid eyes on him. More than a liking, really. Obsession was the better word. Obsession was the only word.
To put it bluntly, you couldn’t go five minutes without humping his leg. You were never shy about your attraction or want for sex, and never wavered despite his biting insults. What kept you coming back, though, was the fact that Edward did too.
He’s a highly intelligent man, any clueless window licker could see that in an instant, and you’re a rather new rogue on the scene—no one would be bothered by him killing you just to be rid of you.
But he didn’t. He never even laid a hand on you, though you’ve seen him take his cane to quite a few unruly thugs before. He could’ve landed you in the hospital seven times over by now, but again and again you stood untouched.
And then he broke.
You can’t even remember what you said at this point. All you remember is that look in Edward’s eyes, like bulging glass exploding and sending shards in every direction—for whatever reason, he’d hit his limit.
It’s all a blur from there until now. You can vaguely recall gloved hands on your body, his rough grip on your arms and neck as he dragged you to whatever position he deemed fit. Now, though, none of that matters.
You finally have what you want.
“Answer me, dammit!”
A particularly hard thrust hits deeper than you were ready for. You cry out from the sensation, every nerve ending in you screaming with pleasure. There’s no mistaking your utter ecstasy, but it only seems to aggravate Edward even more.
“God, just listen to you,” he hisses, leaning down to speak into your ear, “those fucking noises you’re making…is that all you know how to do, mewl and beg like a whore? I’ve never seen you do anything else.”
He gives a harsh smack to your ass as he sits back up, and you make sure the sound it elicits is as lecherous as you can muster. His grip on you tightens for a brief second. You’re still getting under his skin. No matter what he does, you’re still going to enjoy this.
“Pathetic,” he growls, “just pathetic. Do you even hear to yourself? For weeks on end you were completely incessant…’Oh, please, Eddie, give me your cock, Eddie, I need it, Eddie, oh Eddie, oh Eddie—‘“
He pushes your head into the mattress, muffling the shameless moan that spills from your lips as he ruts erratically into you.
“I mean, do you ever shut up?!”
He’s already losing any semblance of rhythm, not that he had much in the first place. It’s clear what this is really about for him: dominance. He’s not seeking pleasure from this as much as he is an ego boost, another way to tell himself he is the superior, especially to someone like you.
Suddenly, he stills. You make a noise of confusion, but don’t have much time to think before he’s sliding out of you. You open your mouth to protest, naturally, however you get no chance. Edward grasps you once more before roughly flipping you onto your back, making the mattress creak and shudder from the sudden force.
For just a moment, you lock eyes. His green irises shine with rage, ginger brows furrowed so tightly and scowl so deep it’s nearly a work of art. His harsh expression doesn’t waver as he pushes his length back into you. Your back arches, but you don’t look away from him; you make sure he sees that smile he despises so.
A hand wraps around your throat, fast enough to startle you with how quickly your airflow is cinched. You sputter for a moment before collecting yourself.
“You are just insufferable,” Edward mutters, inches away from your face, “and you know it, and you just can’t help yourself. I get it now. No matter what I do, you’ll just eat it up, won’t you? It doesn’t matter how much I throw you around or abuse you, you’ll enjoy it either way. I just can’t win.”
You swallow, feeling your throat bob against the palm of his hand. Your grin only widens, now open and showing teeth.
He backs up, looking down at you silently for a long few moments. He’s completely still, letting his pulsing cock rest inside of you—he’s contemplating something, and he doesn’t like it.
After a few moments, he huffs. It’s a sigh of frustration, you think, or something akin to it. When he speaks again, his anger has deflated just a bit.
“…Fine. I can’t win. But if I can’t win…”
He adjusts his position, releasing your neck and making himself comfortable looming over you.
“…I’ll just pummel you until I feel better. Now close your cock-hungry maw so I can slap you without breaking it.”
You blink up at him dumbly. Did…did you hear that right?
He raises a brow, and a hand. In a split second, you shut your mouth tight, and squeeze your eyes shut, bracing for impact.
His open palm comes down on your cheek without mercy. The sound of the slap is loud in your ears, and it’s delicious. You sigh in pleasure as the sting sprawls out across your face.
Edward doesn’t let it show, but you could swear satisfaction flashes in his eyes. It’s brief, hardly there at all, but you can see it. Only you could ever see it.
He grabs your chin and turns you to face him once more. He raises his hand again, and you gladly let him slap you for a second time. This hit is even harder, and it feels so damn good. He’s starting to thrust into you again, just as needy and erratic as before. The mere thought of him cumming inside of you makes your stomach flip in anticipation.
“Something tells me you’ll never learn your lesson,” you hear him mumble, and it pulls a breathy giggle from your throat. You shake your head no, and Edward lets the briefest smirk cross his lips.
“I can live with that,” he replies, “I suppose I could stand to do this again…and a few more after that.”
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Edward Nygma AKA The Riddler x Gender Neutral Reader
Genre: Smut
Words: 1,140
Summary: You’ve been an obnoxious pervert for too long, but all your shameless begging has finally paid off.
Content/Warnings: Hate sex, rough sex, penis in ambiguous hole sex, choking, mean dirty talk, insults, degradation, slapping, sub/bottom reader
“Is this what you wanted, you sniveling little cretin?”
Edward’s question comes out as a snarl. You can hear the words pushing through his gritted teeth, but they run over your mind like water to a stone. You’re not really listening.
How could you be when he’s pounding into you from behind this way, like his life depends on making sure he molds your insides to fit his cock?
You’ve never seen Edward this angry.
You’ve never seen him angry at all, really. Annoyed, irritated, sure, but this goes deeper. He’s fuming.
Just like you wanted.
You took a liking to Edward the moment you laid eyes on him. More than a liking, really. Obsession was the better word. Obsession was the only word.
To put it bluntly, you couldn’t go five minutes without humping his leg. You were never shy about your attraction or want for sex, and never wavered despite his biting insults. What kept you coming back, though, was the fact that Edward did too.
He’s a highly intelligent man, any clueless window licker could see that in an instant, and you’re a rather new rogue on the scene—no one would be bothered by him killing you just to be rid of you.
But he didn’t. He never even laid a hand on you, though you’ve seen him take his cane to quite a few unruly thugs before. He could’ve landed you in the hospital seven times over by now, but again and again you stood untouched.
And then he broke.
You can’t even remember what you said at this point. All you remember is that look in Edward’s eyes, like bulging glass exploding and sending shards in every direction—for whatever reason, he’d hit his limit.
It’s all a blur from there until now. You can vaguely recall gloved hands on your body, his rough grip on your arms and neck as he dragged you to whatever position he deemed fit. Now, though, none of that matters.
You finally have what you want.
“Answer me, dammit!”
A particularly hard thrust hits deeper than you were ready for. You cry out from the sensation, every nerve ending in you screaming with pleasure. There’s no mistaking your utter ecstasy, but it only seems to aggravate Edward even more.
“God, just listen to you,” he hisses, leaning down to speak into your ear, “those fucking noises you’re making…is that all you know how to do, mewl and beg like a whore? I’ve never seen you do anything else.”
He gives a harsh smack to your ass as he sits back up, and you make sure the sound it elicits is as lecherous as you can muster. His grip on you tightens for a brief second. You’re still getting under his skin. No matter what he does, you’re still going to enjoy this.
“Pathetic,” he growls, “just pathetic. Do you even hear to yourself? For weeks on end you were completely incessant…’Oh, please, Eddie, give me your cock, Eddie, I need it, Eddie, oh Eddie, oh Eddie—‘“
He pushes your head into the mattress, muffling the shameless moan that spills from your lips as he ruts erratically into you.
“I mean, do you ever shut up?!”
He’s already losing any semblance of rhythm, not that he had much in the first place. It’s clear what this is really about for him: dominance. He’s not seeking pleasure from this as much as he is an ego boost, another way to tell himself he is the superior, especially to someone like you.
Suddenly, he stills. You make a noise of confusion, but don’t have much time to think before he’s sliding out of you. You open your mouth to protest, naturally, however you get no chance. Edward grasps you once more before roughly flipping you onto your back, making the mattress creak and shudder from the sudden force.
For just a moment, you lock eyes. His green irises shine with rage, ginger brows furrowed so tightly and scowl so deep it’s nearly a work of art. His harsh expression doesn’t waver as he pushes his length back into you. Your back arches, but you don’t look away from him; you make sure he sees that smile he despises so.
A hand wraps around your throat, fast enough to startle you with how quickly your airflow is cinched. You sputter for a moment before collecting yourself.
“You are just insufferable,” Edward mutters, inches away from your face, “and you know it, and you just can’t help yourself. I get it now. No matter what I do, you’ll just eat it up, won’t you? It doesn’t matter how much I throw you around or abuse you, you’ll enjoy it either way. I just can’t win.”
You swallow, feeling your throat bob against the palm of his hand. Your grin only widens, now open and showing teeth.
He backs up, looking down at you silently for a long few moments. He’s completely still, letting his pulsing cock rest inside of you—he’s contemplating something, and he doesn’t like it.
After a few moments, he huffs. It’s a sigh of frustration, you think, or something akin to it. When he speaks again, his anger has deflated just a bit.
“…Fine. I can’t win. But if I can’t win…”
He adjusts his position, releasing your neck and making himself comfortable looming over you.
“…I’ll just pummel you until I feel better. Now close your cock-hungry maw so I can slap you without breaking it.”
You blink up at him dumbly. Did…did you hear that right?
He raises a brow, and a hand. In a split second, you shut your mouth tight, and squeeze your eyes shut, bracing for impact.
His open palm comes down on your cheek without mercy. The sound of the slap is loud in your ears, and it’s delicious. You sigh in pleasure as the sting sprawls out across your face.
Edward doesn’t let it show, but you could swear satisfaction flashes in his eyes. It’s brief, hardly there at all, but you can see it. Only you could ever see it.
He grabs your chin and turns you to face him once more. He raises his hand again, and you gladly let him slap you for a second time. This hit is even harder, and it feels so damn good. He’s starting to thrust into you again, just as needy and erratic as before. The mere thought of him cumming inside of you makes your stomach flip in anticipation.
“Something tells me you’ll never learn your lesson,” you hear him mumble, and it pulls a breathy giggle from your throat. You shake your head no, and Edward lets the briefest smirk cross his lips.
“I can live with that,” he replies, “I suppose I could stand to do this again…and a few more after that.”
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give me everything you've got on the riddler! please
dating the riddler 𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩
warnings — SFW and NSFW , just headcanons, Edward Nygma being a dick
a/n — I want him so bad unfortunately.
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So… high maintenance is certainly a way of putting it.
If you’ve earned the Riddlers trust, and affection, enough to be in a romantic relationship, it’s safe to say he is incredibly needy.
Constantly demanding reassurance, and then when receiving it, getting defensive and waving his hand; “you don’t think I know that?”
Although, the more he trusts you the less bite there is. The longer you stay the more he understands that there is no condescension in your voice; only sugery praise and love.
However he’s still an ass, and you’ll forever be met with “I know.” But it’s softer, met with a glance your way. please tell me more.
Total spoiled princess. You aren’t paying attention to him: are you kidding, What better do you have to do?
He’s very odd about physical touch, as he doesn’t get it a lot, but truth be told a human has needs and he’s very touch starved.
Despite this, he almost never initiates. But you can tell when he wants affection from the way he shivers when your hands touch, instead of snatching his own away.
When he’s comfortable with you, he’s a huge yapper. He almost never stops talking.
Unlike the Riddler who is cold and methodical, deviously amused and yet irritated all at once why the world around him — Eddie is curious, and child-like in his ramblings. His eyes sparkle with excitement when he has questions, which he wonders out loud to no avail. If his mind is ever quiet it doesn’t show.
Let him lay his head on your lap while you play with his hair, especially while he thinks out loud. His smile would be animated as his eyes flicker with thoughts, spewing them out to you like a leaking foset.
Birthday gifts are… interesting. Always a homemade contraption — some sort of puzzle, sometimes reminiscent of a jigsaw, others a rubix cube. But personalized, applying to you specifically.
He knows you, that’s what it’s showing. However, clearly not enough to know that you really wanted a new shirt and not a riddle.
Riddler can be very kiddish when he’s proud of something;
“See that old trick? You see, i’ve been cooking that one up for a while. But it certainly went how I planned! Wouldn’t you say, y/n? I think it was quite nifty, myself—“
Tell him you’re proud, it’s all he’s wanted to hear since he could remember. Of course, your still met with a cocky response, but he really does like your approval.
Interrupts your conversations with anyone else to inject himself as the star. He’s either jealous or bored, but probably both.
Not exactly a neat-freak, but very particular about things. “What is this mess! Y/n, you put the plates in the wrong place… top shelf left, they’re supposed to be on the right. Leave it to the genius…”
Inexplicably clingy and yet hates when you’re around too much.
“You’re crowding up my workspace, out with you!” and then he spends the next twelve hours thinking about what you could be doing now that your not with him.
He’s not a people person, but you are the only one who understands him. Although he simply can’t handle it sometimes, his attempts to push you away are never serious.
In reality, he just craves your love.
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So he’s definitely a switch but everyone talks about his dominant side too much — so here are all the ways in which he is a sub.
Can I just say something crazy? He cannot possibly be experienced.
Once or twice TOPS, and even then it’s been years. He’s been too focused.
Praise kink!
It’s kinda crazy. Just start cooing at him about what a smart boy he is, and how good he is, while your hands roam his chest.
At first he’d freeze: “What are you doing.. stop that… don’t patronize me.”
And then you’d start unbuttoning his shirt, and he’d stop breathing.
He’s so not used to attention like this it’s kind of bizarre to see him react. All of a sudden he’s so unsure of himself, his hands pick at his seat, his shoulders tense, and his face flushes in a sweat.
Defensive even during sex. “You’re so good, Eddie” “Well, that’s obvious— ungh”
Don’t be afraid to get rough, he can take it. He’s practically begging you to make him shut up. Inside he wants to behave so bad but his bratty responses are compulsive.
Also, PEG THIS MAN!
Grab him by the waist and bend him over. Press his face deep down into the mattress as he squeals about how humiliating this is for genius such as himself.
Hit his prostate once talking about some “Who’s mommy’s smart boy?” He just came everywhere. And now he’s denying being into something that deprived. Sounds like round two is necessary!
He’s such a little attention whore he loves when he’s the only one receiving.
He probably cums really fast and he’s probably really annoyingly defensive about it. Like he gets nasty rude when he’s embarrassed.
All and all, he just wants your undivided attention, and praise, which is why he makes a great sub. Despite his bratty demeanor.
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☆ summary: With the Riddler restrained to a gurney, you test out a new way to get your favourite 'patient' to calm down.
kinktober '24 ☆ main masterlist ☆ ao3
Restrained to the bed with several thick straps digging into his limbs, Edward Nygma was every inch the picture of indignation as he struggled against his bonds. Abandoned to your personal care due to a myriad of reasons which ranged from other staff finding him unbearable to a lack of available personnel, he had only been strapped down to the gurney for around ten minutes but it was ten minutes of a relentless verbal barrage.
“Fools! Cretins! You are all so weak in the presence of such genius that you must keep me held like this? Your stupidity is baffling and the world will not miss your presence when my revenge is had. How dare any of you put your hands on me?”
Spitting the final question with vitriol, the sheer level of irritation in his voice sparks an idea within your mind – one which is bolstered by just how absolutely fed up you are with his goddamn attitude.
“Mr Nygma,” interrupting his rant as you came to stand beside his torso, “I am going to have to ask you to relax.”
“Relax?” Snarling the response, Edward’s green eyes are narrowed at you in such a way that you immediately understand that if his hands were not restrained then they would be wrapped around your neck in a heartbeat. “Untie me now, wench.”
“It’s my job to keep you settled as a patient,” meeting his anger with forced patience, you put your plan into action as you drop your hands to his thin shoulders. Your thumbs instantly go to work, rubbing circles into his tensed muscles as his body goes stock-still at the unexpected sensation.
"What are you- unhand me at once you sour-faced bitch."
"That's not very kind, Mr Nygma. Your muscles are in knots and it would be better to let me rub you down."
Gripping his shoulders, you dig your fingers into the skin there and admire the way his entire body jerks at the touch as he pulls at the restraints with renewed energy. Trapped, he is utterly helpless beneath your hands and the power you hold over him in this instant is heady – your fingers trembling slightly at the smooth out across his shoulder before returning to rub along the base of his neck.
“Stop. Touching. Me.”
Anger giving way to something almost like panic, the shift is what you expected and you take it in stride as you move to stand behind his head, gazing down as his emerald eyes with resolution.
“No.”
Dragging your fingers higher, you rub your digits across his scalp. His auburn hair looks redder than usual against the stark whiteness of the gurney as you disturb the strands. They feel almost damp against your fingers, a mixed result of his sweat-laced struggles and also the natural oils which have built up there between his showers.
You roll your nails against the area just to the side of his ears and you both freeze in place at the low moan which slips free of his lips at the sensation. His eyes, which until now have been stubbornly facing away from your position, tilt up to meet your own and you can see the shame burning fiercely at his own reaction. And yet, his head can’t seem to help itself as it presses firmly into your hands – silently asking for what his pride could never stomach to demand.
Glancing down at his body, a thrill of wickedness lances through your gut as you take in the visible tent which pokes free of the fabric which covers his groin. It catches you by surprise but your plans switch in an instant as arousal joins the cruel delight which is powering your movements and you decide to push your fun to its extremes.
“Mr Nygma!” Feigning shock at the obvious tent, you place your hand on his upper thigh and enjoy the way that the muscles tense beneath your fingers. “I see that you’re feeling more relaxed than I thought.”
His cheeks a wild shade of pink, you can see the shame which is making his features tight as he refuses to look down and meet your eye. All of that earlier bravado is gone, replaced by a woeful embarrassment as his own body betrayed him at your soft touches.
“I’m not cruel like the rest of them, Edward. Can I call you Edward? Eddie?”
Taking it into your palm, a move which draws a sharp inhale from Edward as his fingers visibly scrape against the fabric of the gurney, you stroke along his length with a soft jerking motion. He’s not overly huge but his cock has a slight thickness which feels nice in your hand, as you gently work along his velvety skin.
He says nothing but you can see the twitch in his jaw at the question.
Pulling the waistband of his pants down a few inches, you slowly reveal a healthy patch of auburn pubic hair which curls all the way down to the base of his cock and you unleash a feigned gasp of surprise as his cock springs free – jutting proudly towards his stomach.
Despite the situation, he remains stubbornly silent and you enjoy the peace for what its worth. That said, he can’t hide how much your actions are affecting him. Every stroke of your hand forces a soft gasp from his lips, his mouth forming into a slight ‘o’ as you focus your attention on his strained cockhead – the tip jerking into your palm as it begs for more in a way that its owner cannot.
“You shouldn’t be- this isn’t right.” Panting out the broken words, there is a cuteness to how determined Edward is to continue to try and deny that he is enjoying himself – his throbbing cock making his arousal utterly undeniable as his hips buck into your hand with what little purchase they can manage. “Why are y-”
“I’m giving you what you need, Eddie. You’re too uptight when they try to lock you up in these restraints, so I think a little positive encouragement might help you,” crooning the words, you tighten your hand around the base of his cock and use the fingers of your other hand to polish the head of his cock, spreading his leaking pre-cum to make the movements even smoother.
“No, no,” he pleads, unable to pull away and having to endure every wicked touch you subject him to as he whines, “please, I’m close.” His hair is a mess, the thrashing of his skull against the gurney having knocked most of the coiffed locks free, and you take pity and drop your fingers from his cockhead.
“If you ask me to finish you off I will,” you offer, using your free hand to stroke along his jaw and feel the slight sweat which had developed there. “I’m not that cruel.”
Overworked and overstimulated, Edward can barely wrap his mouth around the words as he shudders against the gurney and cants his hips like a desperate schoolboy.
“Please, nurse. Please let me- let me come.”
Pleased with the request, you glance at him with a smirk, “Okay.”
True to your word, you pick up the pace on your hand and quickly pull him over the edge he’s been dangling on for the last minute. His orgasm hits with surprising violence, his release spurting across your hand hard enough to break free of his cock and splash across the fabric which covers his lower stomach. Unable to control his breathing, the whine which pairs with his release sends a shiver of arousal through your cunt and you can feel the dampness of your panties as they press against your drenched slit.
Knowing that you’ll be replaying that sound in your mind later as you fuck yourself silly on your bed, you settle for rubbing your thighs together gently as you drop his cock from your fingers.
“Now,” wiping your come stained hand off on the inside of your nurse scrubs with a placating smile, you take a moment to pull his pants back up, “are you going to be a good patient for me, Eddie?”
Still attempting to hide how harshly he was breathing; his head moves slowly in an agreeing nod – his gaze refusing to meet your own. You can feel the embarrassment radiating off him, the shame at how easily his own body had betrayed him, how easily he had came with just a little attention to his aching length.
Ruffling his hair with your other hand, a delayed feeling of shock settles in your skin as you realise exactly what just happened, what you just did, but you play it off with a soft exhale and focus on the task of getting Edward back to his cell without incident.
I've reread this so many times, and it's so good. I'm obsessed with the idea of this poor guy going from so angry to so embarrassed.
All of the other staff are gonna look at reader and be sooooo confused about how they got him to calm down.
WHAT WAS THE ORIGINAL PLAN, THOUGH-- it's so funny how it went from "haha, lemme give this guy a massage" to a handjob lmao. I'm so curious though, cause it would be hilarious if Reader's original plan was "let's touch this guy and give him a massage while he's strapped down"
☆ summary: With the Riddler restrained to a gurney, you test out a new way to get your favourite 'patient' to calm down.
kinktober '24 ☆ main masterlist ☆ ao3
Restrained to the bed with several thick straps digging into his limbs, Edward Nygma was every inch the picture of indignation as he struggled against his bonds. Abandoned to your personal care due to a myriad of reasons which ranged from other staff finding him unbearable to a lack of available personnel, he had only been strapped down to the gurney for around ten minutes but it was ten minutes of a relentless verbal barrage.
“Fools! Cretins! You are all so weak in the presence of such genius that you must keep me held like this? Your stupidity is baffling and the world will not miss your presence when my revenge is had. How dare any of you put your hands on me?”
Spitting the final question with vitriol, the sheer level of irritation in his voice sparks an idea within your mind – one which is bolstered by just how absolutely fed up you are with his goddamn attitude.
“Mr Nygma,” interrupting his rant as you came to stand beside his torso, “I am going to have to ask you to relax.”
“Relax?” Snarling the response, Edward’s green eyes are narrowed at you in such a way that you immediately understand that if his hands were not restrained then they would be wrapped around your neck in a heartbeat. “Untie me now, wench.”
“It’s my job to keep you settled as a patient,” meeting his anger with forced patience, you put your plan into action as you drop your hands to his thin shoulders. Your thumbs instantly go to work, rubbing circles into his tensed muscles as his body goes stock-still at the unexpected sensation.
"What are you- unhand me at once you sour-faced bitch."
"That's not very kind, Mr Nygma. Your muscles are in knots and it would be better to let me rub you down."
Gripping his shoulders, you dig your fingers into the skin there and admire the way his entire body jerks at the touch as he pulls at the restraints with renewed energy. Trapped, he is utterly helpless beneath your hands and the power you hold over him in this instant is heady – your fingers trembling slightly at the smooth out across his shoulder before returning to rub along the base of his neck.
“Stop. Touching. Me.”
Anger giving way to something almost like panic, the shift is what you expected and you take it in stride as you move to stand behind his head, gazing down as his emerald eyes with resolution.
“No.”
Dragging your fingers higher, you rub your digits across his scalp. His auburn hair looks redder than usual against the stark whiteness of the gurney as you disturb the strands. They feel almost damp against your fingers, a mixed result of his sweat-laced struggles and also the natural oils which have built up there between his showers.
You roll your nails against the area just to the side of his ears and you both freeze in place at the low moan which slips free of his lips at the sensation. His eyes, which until now have been stubbornly facing away from your position, tilt up to meet your own and you can see the shame burning fiercely at his own reaction. And yet, his head can’t seem to help itself as it presses firmly into your hands – silently asking for what his pride could never stomach to demand.
Glancing down at his body, a thrill of wickedness lances through your gut as you take in the visible tent which pokes free of the fabric which covers his groin. It catches you by surprise but your plans switch in an instant as arousal joins the cruel delight which is powering your movements and you decide to push your fun to its extremes.
“Mr Nygma!” Feigning shock at the obvious tent, you place your hand on his upper thigh and enjoy the way that the muscles tense beneath your fingers. “I see that you’re feeling more relaxed than I thought.”
His cheeks a wild shade of pink, you can see the shame which is making his features tight as he refuses to look down and meet your eye. All of that earlier bravado is gone, replaced by a woeful embarrassment as his own body betrayed him at your soft touches.
“I’m not cruel like the rest of them, Edward. Can I call you Edward? Eddie?”
Taking it into your palm, a move which draws a sharp inhale from Edward as his fingers visibly scrape against the fabric of the gurney, you stroke along his length with a soft jerking motion. He’s not overly huge but his cock has a slight thickness which feels nice in your hand, as you gently work along his velvety skin.
He says nothing but you can see the twitch in his jaw at the question.
Pulling the waistband of his pants down a few inches, you slowly reveal a healthy patch of auburn pubic hair which curls all the way down to the base of his cock and you unleash a feigned gasp of surprise as his cock springs free – jutting proudly towards his stomach.
Despite the situation, he remains stubbornly silent and you enjoy the peace for what its worth. That said, he can’t hide how much your actions are affecting him. Every stroke of your hand forces a soft gasp from his lips, his mouth forming into a slight ‘o’ as you focus your attention on his strained cockhead – the tip jerking into your palm as it begs for more in a way that its owner cannot.
“You shouldn’t be- this isn’t right.” Panting out the broken words, there is a cuteness to how determined Edward is to continue to try and deny that he is enjoying himself – his throbbing cock making his arousal utterly undeniable as his hips buck into your hand with what little purchase they can manage. “Why are y-”
“I’m giving you what you need, Eddie. You’re too uptight when they try to lock you up in these restraints, so I think a little positive encouragement might help you,” crooning the words, you tighten your hand around the base of his cock and use the fingers of your other hand to polish the head of his cock, spreading his leaking pre-cum to make the movements even smoother.
“No, no,” he pleads, unable to pull away and having to endure every wicked touch you subject him to as he whines, “please, I’m close.” His hair is a mess, the thrashing of his skull against the gurney having knocked most of the coiffed locks free, and you take pity and drop your fingers from his cockhead.
“If you ask me to finish you off I will,” you offer, using your free hand to stroke along his jaw and feel the slight sweat which had developed there. “I’m not that cruel.”
Overworked and overstimulated, Edward can barely wrap his mouth around the words as he shudders against the gurney and cants his hips like a desperate schoolboy.
“Please, nurse. Please let me- let me come.”
Pleased with the request, you glance at him with a smirk, “Okay.”
True to your word, you pick up the pace on your hand and quickly pull him over the edge he’s been dangling on for the last minute. His orgasm hits with surprising violence, his release spurting across your hand hard enough to break free of his cock and splash across the fabric which covers his lower stomach. Unable to control his breathing, the whine which pairs with his release sends a shiver of arousal through your cunt and you can feel the dampness of your panties as they press against your drenched slit.
Knowing that you’ll be replaying that sound in your mind later as you fuck yourself silly on your bed, you settle for rubbing your thighs together gently as you drop his cock from your fingers.
“Now,” wiping your come stained hand off on the inside of your nurse scrubs with a placating smile, you take a moment to pull his pants back up, “are you going to be a good patient for me, Eddie?”
Still attempting to hide how harshly he was breathing; his head moves slowly in an agreeing nod – his gaze refusing to meet your own. You can feel the embarrassment radiating off him, the shame at how easily his own body had betrayed him, how easily he had came with just a little attention to his aching length.
Ruffling his hair with your other hand, a delayed feeling of shock settles in your skin as you realise exactly what just happened, what you just did, but you play it off with a soft exhale and focus on the task of getting Edward back to his cell without incident.
I'm crying, I feel so called out right now-
One of my favorite OC's is an evil doctor who consistently tortures and murders people. At some point it went from, "ooooo he's running medical experiments~~" to "he's in it for the love of the game."
I am fiending for something mouth watering, torturing, jaw dropping smutty fun with our boy from Assault on Arkham. Female reader please. Maybe she's a nurse working a shift at Arkham or a therapist or care tech? I'm just seeing total domination, daddydom/zaddy type vibes. But feel free to do whatever you feel.
Thank you for your time and consideration!!
Tata~!
Corrupting the young with your uncivil tongue
Summary: While on shift at Arkham Asylum, what should be a routine check on an injured inmate turns into something a whole lot more.
Warnings: 18+ smut, fem reader (no use of y/n), Assault on Arkham!Eddie, dom/sub dynamics, praise and degradation, choking, rough sex, fingering, face fucking
Words: 4.4k
Notes: Thank you so much sweetheart, you're too kind! This gave me an excuse to rewatch his scenes on yt (mgg really is one of the perfect voice actors for him, even with his sometimes dodgy vocal deliveries)
Being a nurse meant seeing the truly ugly side of Arkham Asylum; the dangerous patients always being one movement away from lashing out at times. You didn't mind your job, in fact it was rather rewarding at times to help those you could, being able to feel as if you were making a difference in this cesspool of a city.
But many of the inmates you knew you couldn't trust, dangerous criminal masterminds who were constantly using Gotham City as a battleground for their many wars with the batman. And you knew deep down that The Riddler was one of those men. But still, he'd been nothing but...kind.
Well, maybe kind is a little bit too strong of a word. But he'd always been one of your better patients, never giving you too much trouble. And you couldn't deny the tiny part of you that lit up when you saw his name on your rota, no matter how much you pushed the feeling down in the crevices of your mind. His snarky smile would always be waiting for you when you administered the pills that he most likely just hid under his tongue, or to patch him up whenever his big mouth got him into trouble.
It seems today was one of those days, as you made your way to the rather empty infirmary and saw Edward laying in bed, flicking through a book without a care with one hand, the other handcuffed to the side. The doctor that saw to him had been rushed off his feet, rumblings of a mass riot causing all of the staff to be more overworked that usual, if that was even possible for a place like this. Still, you stood by his bed and closed the privacy curtain.
"There you are sweetheart, I was beginning to believe i'd been forgotten about. A distressing thought, i'll have you know."
You can't help but laugh softly at his dramatics, as he lowers the book to his side to give you a look at his face. A cut was across his cheek, not overly deep.
"Ah yes, this. Well that'll teach me not to display my mental superiority at dinner time, lest i'm slashed again. I really should have enacted some sort of revenge before one of the idiotic guards blundered in."
"Does it hurt?"
"Nothing more than a scratch, my dear."
There's that smile again, self-satisfied and smug, but with a hint of something else. He adjusts himself so he's sat more upright, watching with sharp eyes as you look through his medical chart, not missing the slight confusion on your features.
"Does anywhere else hurt?"
"If i say my chest, will I get to remove this horrid jumpsuit?"
You flush in spite of yourself, laughing softly at his insinuation which delights him greatly. Placing the chart down, you look back at him as he adjusts himself yet again.
"I see no reason why you'd need to stay, I can call for you to be escorted back to your cell now."
"Yes about that," he starts, looking around in a dramatic manner, "why is there no guard here anyway? Don't tell me they hardly see me as a threat? I'll have you know I-"
Shaking your head, you interrupt him. "No no, there's rumors of a riot starting. Everyone is on high alert. And it seems that there's a mistake on your chart...it says you have a broken leg. I doubt they thought you'd get very far."
The momentary annoyance of being interrupted dissipated when he heard your words, and he lets out a bark of a laugh.
"Oh the ineptitude of these fools truly never fails to amuse me." With a smirk, he tilts his head as he looks at you before continuing. "But i'm sure a girl like you wouldn't have made a mistake like that."
At his praise, you can't help the flush of pride that swirls in your chest despite who he is, as you smile softly. Pleased with the way you respond, he reaches up and gently tugs you closer to the bed by your arm.
"Does it take truly so little to flatter you?" he asks, causing you to look away for a moment before he squeezes your arm. "No. Look at me."
You do as he says, looking at his eyes through his glasses, before nodding a little. "I guess not..."
"Pity." he murmurs, looking at your chest unashamedly. "I'd have thought you'd be used to compliments, looking like that."
You feel the embarrassment and excitement bubble up in you at his words, despite your better judgement, despite the fact that a criminal mastermind is flirting with you and you like it. Forcing yourself to clear your head, you glance away yet again.
"Thank you."
"No problem darling."
Before turning to leave, he coughs slightly to get your attention.
"Hold on a moment. You really think it's a good idea to go out there? You said it yourself, a riot could break out at any moment." he declares, his eyes firmly fixed on yours.
"Well...yes. I could always go with the guards, they'd protect me."
"I could protect you." he says without missing a beat, without blinking. The look of shock must be evident on your face as you look at him.
"Why would you do that?"
"Why do I do anything?" he challenges, the rattle of the handcuff cutting through the room.
"...you do things when they benefit you." you say softly, trying to match his gaze.
"Exactly. Or maybe I want to protect the pretty nurse who always turns a blind eye when I don't swallow my pills."
"I-I don't-"
"Don't lie sweetheart, it doesn't suit you."
Hesitating, you glance down to where his hand is cuffed to the bed. This is a bad idea, an awful idea and you know it. But your apprehension is delicious to him, and he leans in as best he can.
"And you like the idea, don't you? Of The Riddler's protection?"
You swallow audibly, not denying his accusation. "I can't...i'm not Harley Quinn or anything, i'm not gonna go running off with a psycho-"
"Don't call me that." he snaps harshly, his tone serious and even making you flinch a little. Upon realising, he clears his throat a little in an attempt to calm down. "I'm not trying to dump you in a vat of acid to prove your devotion darling. I'm simply saying I could protect you."
Upon being under your gaze yet again, he puts on a smirk. "Besides, I'm not blind. The way you look at me is quite different than the way the other dimwitted orderlies do. It's...refreshing."
You release a breath, shaky and slow as you weigh up your options here. If a riot does break out...he probably could protect you. And it's not like he has any reason to harm you, right? Nodding slightly, you try and come up with some pathetic excuse before he interrupts you.
"What time is it?"
Slightly bewildered by the question, you glance at your small watch and reply, "About 7."
He hums, rolling his neck. "Might be a good idea to get me out of these handcuffs sweetheart."
Frowning, you go to ask him why before the power goes out. The room is plunged into darkness, causing you to jump at the sharp noise of the lights going. Frantically you stumble to try and head backwards before you feel a hand grasp at your waist, and suddenly you're pressed against a man's broad chest.
"Okay, I may have lied about needing your help to get out of the cuffs." Edward murmurs, before laughing smugly.
Panic sets in as you scramble to get away from him, but he only laughs harder and uses both hands to hold you still.
"Oh please stop struggling. You know I could overpower you. But I meant what I said darling, I'll protect you." he coos into your ear, and you can feel the satisfaction radiating from his smile in waves as he lets go of your arm.
"Now, be a good girl and barricade the door when the lights come back on."
"How do you know the light's will-"
With a bang, the lights come back on, and on instinct you follow his instructions. Regardless of the morally dubious actions of the serial killer you've found yourself with, you know how bloody Arkham riots can get, so self preservation wins out as you take a chair and push it against the door. Barricading yourself in with The Riddler.
He watches you carefully, half expecting you to make a run for it, but being slightly relieved when you trail back to him. "Good."
"How did you know when the lights would go off?"
"You're a smart girl darling, figure it out."
He must have known about the riot, hell he might have planned it. But what you couldn't understand was...
"You planned the riot, or at least knew. But why aren't..." you pause, as he steps closer, too close, "why aren't you trying to escape?"
He chuckles, lifting his hand to cup your chin. "Oh you naive girl. You think I orchestrated this just to escape? Perhaps I was wrong about you, or perhaps you're just too modest."
Observing the look of realisation on your face, he strokes his thumb along your cheekbone. "You can't taste it until you undress it, what am I?"
You can't deny the hitch in your breath at his, albeit cheesy riddle, which causes him to laugh more. "The answer isn't what you're probably thinking, but it's still an apt description of what I want to do to you."
What he wants to do to you. That's all you can hear rattling away in your brain as you let him stroke your cheek, down to the side of your neck.
"And trust me my dear, I want to do a lot of things to you."
"Like what?" you ask, the words spitting out without processing, but he smirks anyway.
"You want me to tell you? Tell you how much I want to dominate you completely? Have you completely at my mercy, as this whole asylum tears itself apart from the inside on my orders?"
You couldn't suppress the small whimper that escapes your lips even if you tried, as you nod your head. Instead, he moves his hand to wrap around your throat, slender fingers gently squeezing.
"How about I show you?" he rasps out, before slamming his lips against yours. It's all consuming, the way he keeps you still with his grip as his tongue forces it's way into your mouth. He explores every inch, reveling in the small moans he swallows as he uses his other hand to grab your hips, pulling you against him so you can feel the bulge straining against the garish orange jumpsuit.
"Get on your knees." he growls out against your lips, and you drop obediently. "Good girl, you're learning your place."
Not deterred by his condescending words, you gaze up at him as his fingers fiddle with the zipper of his jumpsuit, freeing himself after a moment. Your eyes immediately dart to his hard cock, watching as he pumps himself a few times and gently rests it on your cheek.
"A man can get certain...urges in a place like this. A lesser man would have probably resorted to his own hand to achieve momentary gratification, but I knew...I knew if I waited, victory would be all the more sweet."
He taps his cock on your lips, and you open and let your tongue gently run along the head. Gritting his teeth, he grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls, keeping you still and not allowing you the privilege of tasting him just yet.
"Ask me nicely. Tell me you've wanted me the same way." he demands.
"I've wanted you." you reply, staring up and giving him the most pleading expression you can muster. "I've always been attracted to you, I've always wanted you Edward."
He groans quietly, running his cock along your lips once again, humming appreciatively as you seem to have learnt your lesson in keeping your tongue to yourself.
"I do love you saying my name. But I think a different word is in order, after all, i'm here protecting you."
You know he's desperate for validation, desperate to feel superior and in control, but god you want to give it to him so badly.
"I've always wanted you sir." you ammend.
"That or 'master' will do." he smirks down at you, before tapping his dick against your lips deliberately. Getting the hint, you open up and let him push your head. Luckily he gives you the grace to not shove his whole length down your throat, pushing you halfway before letting you set the pace. You get to work immediately, bobbing your head as you suck, blinking up at him to observe his reactions.
You can't deny he looks stunning, his frown and brow lines relaxing as he lets you service him, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment to truly indulge in your wet mouth. He'd been in Arkham a few weeks now, and if what he said about relieving himself was true, it really had been a while since he felt such carnal pleasure.
As he opens his eyes again, he looks down at you once more, stroking your hair as you moan softly around his cock. While he certainly isn't going to admit it, he's relieved you were so eager to get on your knees for him, happy he got the signals right, happy he wouldn't have to admit that his lust was unrequited, what's he thinking, he's the riddler! Any woman would be lucky to have him, he's a specimen -
His thoughts are stopped when you push further, taking him deeper into your throat before pulling away for breath, taking him in your soft hand and jerking him. He let's out a slightly higher pitched noise, before growling and gripping your hair with both hands.
"Arms behind your back dear, let's see if I was right to choose you."
You do what he instructs, taking a deep breath before he pushes his cock into your willing mouth. This time he doesn't hold back, holding you in place as he thrusts shallowly into your mouth, before pushing deeper. Suppressing the urge to gag, you moan brokenly around him as your fingernails dig into your own arms, willing against your body's natural instinct to put your hands on his thighs and push against him. Instead you behave, letting him fuck your mouth and take his pleasure from you.
The look on your face has him getting close rather quick for his liking, but he's way too desperate to care. Glazed eyes, spit covered lips and chin from where his cock is pushing out your saliva, he thinks you look gorgeous. His one hand remains in your hair as his other grips your jaw.
"So good for me...fuck, almost makes me wish I hadn't had those idiots cut power to the cameras in here. Seeing my favourite nurse choking on my cock..."
He moans softly, cock pulsing as he gets nearer his climax. Rhythm faltering, he desperately ruts into your throat, wanting to cum so badly it almost hurts. All the while he's mumbling and muttering how slutty you are, how much this is usually beneath him, how good your mouth feels until-
"I'm gonna cum, you're gonna, shit, swallow it...swallow it all." he demands, before his hips still as he pumps his cum down your throat. Choking, you do your best to swallow all he gives you before he releases the death grip on your hair. You pull away and gasp shallowly for oxygen.
"What do you say?" he says condescendingly, although you don't miss the laboured breathing that betrays his excitement.
"Thank you." you start, but the firm tap on your cheek gives you the incentive to rephrase, "Thank you sir."
"Better. You know how few people can say they've had the privilege of The Riddler fucking their face?"
Despite how fucked up morally you know it is, you can't help but feel slight pride at his words, knowing that it's you who he chose to sleep with. He tugs you up by the arm, before humming and squishing your cheeks together, tilting your face from side to side as he appraises you.
"How about you lay on the bed." he says, and despite the phrasing, you can infer from his tone that he's not asking. So you do, hearing the cheap infirmary bed creak as you lay down. Outside you can vaguely hear noises, yells and chants mostly, but you try your best to tune it out as Edward makes quick work of ridding you of your nurse uniform. He gives a wolf whistle, smirking shamelessly.
"Not bad at all." he mumbles, which you assume is quite high praise for him, as he gropes your tits roughly. "I knew I wasn't wrong to have been taken by your looks. It's a bonus you have half a brain in there somewhere."
Feeling a little mean, he gives one of your breasts a sharp slap, grinning as you flinch and squirm. He repeats the motion, and again for a third time on the other one, before soothingly massaging the tender skin.
Before long, he can't resist parting your legs to get a good view of your dripping cunt, needy and pulsing after being treated so roughly by him.
"Oh poor thing." he coos, the falseness of his sympathy only adding to your arousal. "Do you need master's help?"
You can only nod pitifully, as he brings his fingers to your clit and circles slowly, as if observing the consequences of his actions. At your hips jerking, he uses his other hand to pin you firmly to the bed, the structure squeaking under the weight. He continues to play with your clit, alternating his pace and rhythm to keep you on edge, never quite allowing you to reach the peak of the satisfaction he could bestow upon you.
"Such a needy hole, look at it. It's just begging to be filled, isn't it?" he asks, to which you nod again. In response, he slaps your cunt harshly. "If i wanted to talk to myself, i'd have simply jerked off in the safety of my isolated cell. Speak."
"Yes, yes I want to be filled." You say quickly, embarrassment fading away to let the desperation uncurl its claws in your mind. Seemingly satisfied, he slowly pushes two fingers into your pussy, barely suppressing the groan at how wet and hot you feel.
Starting to pump his digits, he curls them to press into your g spot, watching as you tense and make soft moans at the sensation. His other hand wraps around your neck, smirking at your wanton desperation.
"So quick and eager to have a criminal's fingers inside of you. And a nurse at that, don't you have a duty of care?" he taunts sadistically, languishing in your shame and embarrassment as he keeps fucking you harshly with his fingers. You try and shake your head, but you can't with how he's choking you ever so slightly; a reminder that your life is in the hands of one of Gotham's most feared supervillians. And your cunt has never been wetter.
But you aren't the only one affected. Edward was never the type of man to be able to go multiple rounds, and age didn't exactly help that fact. But whether it was being in the Asylum, his abstaining from self pleasure, or just you, he was hard as a rock again and itching to know what your pussy might be like around him.
"Please..." you start to beg, slightly dazed from the onslaught of sensations.
"Please what, hm? Please stop? Please fuck me? Oh please I want to be fucked by the greatest intellectual this city has ever known?"
You can hardly digest the intense self importance he's displaying as you nod again as best you can. "Please fuck me sir."
"Getting better, but say it louder. More conviction. I'm not an easy man to please." he threatens, moving his fingers faster, practically bullying the inside of your pussy as he releases the grip on your neck, allowing merciful oxygen to grace your airways.
"Please sir, please fuck me. Please make me yours, your slut. Please." you beg between moans, body tensing.
"I will." he assures you, pulling his fingers out and bringing them to his face to observe your fluids, "but you should know, you became my slut when you so willingly got on your knees for me."
He grabs your hips and pulls you towards him as he kneels firmly on the bed, grabbing a pillow and stuffing it under you. You almost voiced your thanks at the action, before he rubs the head of his cock on your sensitive clit.
"Once more, for good luck."
What an asshole, he doesn't even believe in luck, you think to yourself, but the stimulation on your core was leaving your breathless and needy, so you indulge him.
"Please fuck me master, I need you. I need The Riddler."
Playing into his ego, his persona, almost always works (not that you know that, opting for an educated guess instead) and he rewards you by sinking into your pussy, moaning uncharacteristically higher pitched. Once he bottoms out inside of you, he takes a moment to really take in the scene in front of him, before grabbing hold of your hips and starting to move.
You moan, the fingering causing your cunt to already be sensitive and on fire with urgency as he starts to fuck you. He bends over you, taking his glasses off and placing them at your side before starting to move his hips faster, determined to rid you of any other thought but him.
"That's it, fuck, go dumb on my cock for me." he encourages, as your eyes glaze over. "My dumb little nurse, so willing to spread her legs."
Not being able to deny his accusation, you simply hold on to his arms for dear life as he picks up the pace even more, thrusting into you and watching your cunt soak his cock in your wetness.
"Making such a goddamn mess." he grunts, leaning down and slapping your clit for the sake of it.
You whine at that, body jerking in response as he chokes out a small chuckle. Soothing it, he rubs circles with his thumb in time with his thrusts, content with the noises of pleasure that fall from your lips. Outside, the noise of the riot were obvious now, and he uses it to his advantage.
"What if someone were to see? Would they think i forced myself on you? Or would they see you for what you truly are? A whore who wanted one of her patients to fuck her." he demeans you, and all you can do is attempt to shake your head.
He tuts, leaning so his breath tickles your lips. "I told you, lying doesn't suit you sweetheart."
Perhaps you were a whore, for wanting a man like Edward to make you feel something, but you can't hope to deny that what he's making you feel is good, so damn good.
"I'm a whore." you mumble quietly, before he groans. He feels your walls tightening around him, can feel the way your body is tensing as you near release.
"Say it properly, and i'll let you cum all over The Riddler's cock. How about that?" he says it like he's giving you a gift, something so unbelievable that you should be grateful he even considered it. But either way, you give in.
"I'm a whore, i'm your whore sir." you manage to get out between punishing thrusts, nails digging into the meat of his biceps. "I'm The Riddler's whore."
He moans, slamming into you with conviction. "You're damn right you are."
You're unsure if that meant you had permission to cum, but between his thrusts and his thumb playing with your clit, you knew you couldn't stop it as you cum hard around him. Your back arches, giving him a hell of a sight as he chases his own orgasm brutally.
"Yes that's it, take it. Take what i give you...take my cum, god you're so lucky. So privileged, so-"
He cuts himself off with a groan, mumbling your name as he buries himself completely inside of you as he finishes. You squirm softly at the warmth of the sensation, but not being able to go anywhere due to the death grip he has on your thighs; you're most certainly going to have bruises.
After a few blissful moments, he pulls out, admiring how your cunt flutters around nothing before his cum slowly leaks from your used hole. He gently reaches down and collects some on the tip of his finger, before pushing it back inside, laughing at your overstimulated gasp.
"There. Now wasn't that more enjoyable than running to the guards for help."
Giving him a sweaty nod, he climbs off of you and fixes him jumpsuit, before rolling his shoulders and standing up. You force yourself to sit up a little, watching as he smirks.
"I'm a little ahead of schedule, I confess I was foreseeing a little more convincing on my part for you to let me bed you." he says, uncharacteristically self deprecating, now matter how slight.
"Ahead of schedule for what?" you ask, before your answer is revealed when he picks up an empty chair and smashes the window.
"Oh sweetheart, while I did want to fuck you, did you really think i'd not pass up the opportunity for escape? I think my sabbatical has reached it's conclusion." he announces, walking over and grabbing your wrist to look at your watch. "The morons should have neutralised the guard post by now, if they actually listened to what I had to say."
At your hesitance, he smirks as he lets go of your wrist and leans down to give you a lingering kiss. "Perhaps i'll visit you again, you certainly made quite the impression on me."
At a loss for words, you stutter out a quick "okay" before he turns and begins to climb out the window. Not before turning for one last look at you.
"I really should have left a mark, people need to know you're mine now. Get changed sweetheart, in my estimations you have about ten minutes."
With that, he's gone, and you're left on the bed, cum dripping from your cunt and sweat slowly evaporating from your naked skin. Still, you suppose, he did protect you from the riot.
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