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A Passion For Squabbling

MINORS DNI!!!

Arkham Knight Riddler x chubby gender neutral reader (Kitty is used as a general pet name for a cat, and privates are mentioned, but nothing distinctly of a specific gender)

Also roughly edited so may have any spelling/grammar errors

Word count:6131

Context: The reader is in the midst of an online argument at night with an anonymous user. The argument leads to name-calling and all sorts of rebuttals before the anonymous user responds with a vague yet threatening final message.

Content/Warnings: NSFW content, Invasion of digital and irl privacy, online squabbles taken offline, kidnapping, many insults thrown, oral sex(reader receiving), grinding,lots of kissing, lap sitting, bondage, brief aftercare, reader and Riddler argue their pants off ;) , Stockholm syndrome but reader has the option to leave without consequences but doesn’t so not Stockholm I guess?

You should never have commented under that post.

The subreddit "Gotham Theories" was one you particularly enjoyed reading from time to time. It was a brief escape from the grimy hell hole you lived in. You enjoyed sharing your opinions on certain posts, and most of the time, you were met with some respect.

Apparently, the user 3n1gma had decided you didnt deserve any... why? Because you had disagreed with the opinion of some fan of the Riddler. Batman was only able to catch The Riddler so many times because of his physical strength overpowering Riddler.

Now it was true, Batman was physically stronger, but it surely wasnt the only reason the caped crusader could beat the freak.

And so you commented your own opinion under the post. Claiming that while it was true, it wasnt the only reason. And while the user did reply to you in a somewhat respectful manner, a few other comments from others provided their own thoughts, and one comment stood out to you.

3n1gma had replied to you, "You are aware your brain is not an eraser, correct? Do try to use it when embarrassing yourself for a caped crusader."

At the assumption that the person who had responded was just some crazy riddler fan, you decided to respond back. Why not? You were bored and this person was clearly just making fun of you yet never stated why you were in the wrong.

Typing back on your phone in annoyance and mild boredom you had quickly responded back “I’m aware but clearly you aren’t, only an idiot like yourself would respond in such a way over a simple opinion. Try a therapist next time your little feelings get hurt over nothing.”

The constant back and forth had lasted far longer than you had expected. You had stayed up far later than usual, now arguing back and forth. It wasn’t even arguing at this point; it was just the two of you insulting each other… and you insinuating how many ways Riddler had weaknesses that Batman could use to catch the middle-aged freak.

Soon insults you had joy in sharing had turned to a rather uncomfortable thought sprouting within your mind after the last reply the user had sent.

“You will see Batman fail and I’ll make an example out of your foul tongued dim witted self. You will see.”

Like clockwork, there had been knock at your door, nearly making you jump out of bed from fear. You weren’t expecting anyone at this late hour and frankly it creeped you out. You didn’t care if the threat was real or not you were blocking 3n1gma regardless.

Quietly yet quickly getting out of bed, you headed to the front door without a noise and as quiet as a mouse you had peered into the peephole in hopes of soothing the fear festering in your mind. You knew it was far too late for it to be someone you knew but you secretly were hoping it was just a neighbour or something that could be explained.

Yet when you peered into the peephole your only view was darkness. Someone had covered the peephole.Deliberately too… it was taped judging by the fully dark view rather than say a paper posted over that would allow some light. Someone was hiding themselves from you. That creeped you much more now.

Not more than the knocking that you could hear again. Never had you thought the unknown could strike such fear in your heart, you could just open it and end the mystery but opening it could mean a variety of options from death to slow death. It was Gotham after all.

Luckily the knocking had stopped a few minutes after.. and the tape had been removed too which only worsened your fears. Who was this person that wanted to hide themselves. It couldn’t have been that user it was far too little time to do something so creepy. Perhaps maybe they found your personal information somewhere on the internet or the dark web but you hadn’t expected a threat to be so… real.

You stayed awake for most of the night up until the early morning. You wanted to sleep but you knew it would be unsafe after the odd events. Instead you had watched a few comfort movies to soothe your worries.

Yet when you had awoken, your phone was nowhere to be found, and you were not in your home either. You had tried to scream but you were gagged, and you had tried to look but you had a bag over your head. Unable to scream and unable to see all you could hear was an eerie silence and the smell of grime before a voice you never wanted to hear so closely spoke.

“I know you’re awake….”

You DID NOT LIKE THIS, was this a nightmare,no of course not you were LIVING IT. You had tried to scream but only muffled noises came out of the gag. You had tried to take the bag off but your hands were tied along with the rest if your body.

That’s when you realized the user you had been squabbling with was RIDDLER, you had essentially told the RIDDLER HIMSELF HE HAD NO BRAIN, and had so passionately insulted him for thinking Batman couldn’t beat him. If you knew it was the man himself you wouldn’t have called him all that… of course he was still wrong but you would rather NOT be in the situation you were in right now.

Perhaps if you stood your ground he would admire your confidence and let you go free and hopefully unharmed, as you tried to shake your head to get the bag off you tried to speak in a rather muffled tone.

“LET ME GO YOU RECEDING HAIRLINED FREAK-”

Then you realized you were laying flat on the cold hard ground, because your flailing head had met the ground rather harshly. Screaming out in muffled pain was only met with cruel laughter from his end.

“Oh my ….you have such a… creative .. way with words. The way you speak it just elicits the anger within me from your stupidity..”

The bag was yanked from your head, messing up your far and leaving your eyes to adjust to the dark environment. Faint lights in the background and you could see the evil genius himself standing above you, staring and within the darkness you could see a grin… that certainly wasn’t good.

“Taken aback by my dashing looks? I know you tend to spew out such shallow retorts about me so I’m not surprised you’re shocked at how mistaken you were.”

You had responded back without even thinking, yet it was far too muffled to be comprehended. You could see he knew what you were probably going to say, hence why the gag was not coming off. All he had done was smirk as he watched you try to speak as you failed to be understood.

He bent down, moving his hand to be under the back of your head and adjusting the straps on the gag. The straps had loosened and he had taken it off but the drool that followed it was a bit embarrassing to see…. Particularly because you had thought it made you look like some slob and it wasn’t like you had any free hands to wipe it off.

Holding the gag up Riddler had held it within your eyesight and in a mocking and rather shaming manner spoke “Tsk tsk tsk, I had known you were a foul mouthed empty headed excuse for a human but I had never thought for you to be be an animal which such… drool… perhaps being a dog is your calling… your quite good at drooling and lowering yourself to one..”

“EXCUSE ME?!?! I think YOU’RE THE DOG ACTUALLY NO DOGS ARE CUTE YOU’RE A WET RAT STUCK IN THE SEWERS THATS WHAT YOU CAN BE WITH YOUR GRIMY STINKING SELF… SERIOUSLY YOU REEK!!”

“You know perhaps I was wrong, I think you’re more like a feline… feisty, sharp mouthed, LOUD AND IRRITATING and I suppose you know what happens to LOUD IRRITATING dimwits such as yourself hm?”

You paused, perhaps toning it down was best.. given you would love to come out alive and if your lucky unharmed.

“That’s more like it. Keep up the good behaviour and perhaps a small reward is in order.”

“Why am I here in the first place? I mean it’s obvious it was you online but what did you mean when you said-“

“You will see Batman fail and I’ll make an example out of your foul tongued dim witted self. You will see.Yes I am well aware of my own words and considering you don’t know perhaps I was right about you…”

“Right about what ?”

Rolling his eyes as he now stood above you, he spoke down at you with a half-hearted grin, a mockery of sorts. “That you’re as lowly as a dog, the only difference between you and a dog is that a dog is at least pleasant to look at… Oh, that reminds me, I was searching through your phone and, well… let's just say I im not the only person who thinks so poorly of you. Perhaps you should take it as a sign not to go online looking for love, but to enhance your intelligence instead.

You tilted your head in confusion, you weren't sure exactly what he was talking about, as you were too busy both mentally and financially to even have the time to find love in this hell hole. Besides, the thought itself seemed more like survival and impending doom than a 4-leaf clover. Mainly because Gotham was so bad, loving someone meant for you that you'd fear if they would randomly die during a robbery, or get kidnapped, or just caught in between something between Batman and criminals.

"Apart from your obvious insults, which, might I add, are very wrong, I don't know what person you're talking about that would be on my phone because I'm not dating right now. Also, when are you going to untie me? This mummified rope style is really bothering me."

"So you don't know anyone by the user of 4eve00? There are quite a few new texts insulting you. Regarding your question, no, I will not untie you, given I would like to protect myself... in case you are as aggressive and feisty as your words. Besides, I haven't told you yet how my plans for you."

Riddler's eyes widened from surprise at your laughter. Puzzled, he scrolled a bit more before seeing the large chunks of text between you and the short and blunt responses from the user. Very quickly, he had put the pieces together and realized it was a toxic ex who was crawling back.

Which meant Riddler's dig about you was built on misinformation, but you were now laughing at either him or your ex crawling back. Of course, he would assume you were laughing at him. Of course, it was the Riddler after all. grumbling and putting the phone back in his pocket, away from you and with no desire to text the person on your behalf, he spoke up in an irritated tone.

"It's not that humorous that you need to laugh for so long, besides, I hadn't looked at the texts before! Regardless if my statement was based on partially concealed information, it doesn't change the fact that you aren't as mighty as you seem to parade yourself online. Intellect and looks-wise, since you're so keen on insulting me."

"You sound like your feelings are hurt from my comments. Did the job not come with training on how to not get your feelings hurt? Oh right, it didn't because then I WOULDN'T BE HERE for disagreeing with a crazy opinion."

"YOU TELL ME ONE TIME WHEN BATMAN HAS OUTSMARTED ME APART FROM HIS PHYSICAL STRENGTH!!! IF you do... then I will HUMBLY let you go, and we can forget this."

"Literally every single plan you've had, he's beaten you. Now let me go."

His eyes squinted with brows furrowed at your statement, what soon appeared to be a smirk or a poor attempt to regain his sense of superiority over you.

"No."

"Of course it's no.."

"Glad we are on the same page, now moving on from this back and forth that has been rather unproductive if I do say so myself."

You could hear in the background a few of his little robots making some sort of commotion. Riddler's head turned away, curiosity before looking back at you with a slightly nervous gaze.

"I have to attend to some matters. I'll be back soon. Don't even think about trying to escape, I have some of my robots watching you and your every move."

And off he went, you weren't sure where, and you were too far away to hear him clearly. You did see the robot as well, peering over you. It looked harmless, but you knew better. Perhaps if you would try to roll away, it would activate some sort of deadly weapon and obliterate you. Perhaps being a good hostage was best for now. Until Riddler came back, at least. You did wonder, though, what example he was still going to make out of you. It was a rather long time, and he hadn't killed you yet or told you exactly what was going to happen. Or maybe.... he didnt need to tell you. That's when the idea hit you.

What if he meant that he would kidnap you to bait Batman into coming to save the day? Except this time, Riddler would have something new up his sleeve to actually beat Batman. You didnt have any proof of how this could be right, but it was a solid guess.

Soon, Riddler had come back, grumbling something under his breath before ordering the robot to scram. That's when you decided to pop the question. It couldn't hurt to guess after all, given how many insults you've spewed at him and he hadn't laid a finger on you. Apart from kidnapping you, that is.

"When you said making an example out of me, did you mean you were going to kidnap me to bait Batman to save me? Except you would have something new and different up your sleeve to beat Batman. Thus proving me wrong and beating Batman?"

His eyes widened in surprise before a sly grin and a small chuckle appeared on his face. "I see you are at least of some intelligence, how interesting, just when I was getting bored of our.. squabbles. Yes you’re right… infact I’ll give you the option to leave consequence free but that would mean you would think Batman wouldn’t save you and I’m right.."

Riddler bent down and toyed with the rope you were mummified in. Searching for the end before toying with it, not unravelling but not tightening it either as he spoke. "You know the reason why I had you so extensively covered in rope was that I didn't want to leave a single chance for you to get out.... but now im inclined to .. free you in a way. Not entirely, no, no, but perhaps a little freedom granted by yours truly."

As he untied the rope around you, what used to constrain you was now sitting on the ground in a pile. You looked a bit embarrassed, still in your pyjamas given you were kidnapped in your sleep, and Riddler took notice of your sheepish eyes darting all over the place except his gaze.He also took notice of your choice to stay. "For someone who's quite creative with their words, you're quite nervous about how you present yourself to me. You act as if it's your wedding night when It's not like I didn't see all this when I carried you to my car, when I carried you into my lair, or when I tied you -"

His words stopped when he noticed the growing rosiness on your cheeks, teeth revealed in a mockingly prideful manner, he spoke up much more confident and accusatory."YOU LIKE the idea, don't you... an evil genius such as myself, taking you into my strong arms-"

Stopping him in his tracks, you spoke back in an awkwardly loud defensive manner, "I LIKE the idea, not the person executing it, okay... I hate with reason backed by evidence, not just blindly. Also, your arms aren't even that strong... well, actually, I don't know since you did carry me, I guess. Either way, I’m not into this whole... thing with you. Maybe with someone else, I would gladly jump into their arms, but not you."

Standing up, with your wrists restrained in the front, you heard a small thumping, and with a quick glance, you saw RODENTS scampering about quite closely. It was a rather dirty place he took refuge in, so rodents shouldn't have been a surprise, but they were to you. So much like a fish grabbed out of water, you screamed from surprise and fear of the rodents and practically jumped into his strong, toned arms.

By your sudden surprise and jump, he had automatically wrapped his arms around the backside of your knees and back to support you. Arms bent close to your chest as your face was near his, you looked down in fear, only to groan. The rodents were robotic, he had robotic rats, and you had comically jumped into his arms out of fear when you should have looked properly to see if they were real. On top of that, you had just been saying how you would be eager to jump into SOMEONE ELSE'S ARMS instead of his.... and now you weren't sure yourself if you were blushing from embarrassment or desire.

"You tricked me, it doesn't count, let me go, assrat."

Chuckling loudly with a steady grip, with no intent to let go, Riddler spoke with such high pride and charm that was never before present. "What were you saying about never jumping into my arms? I couldn't hear over your rather dramatic screams."

"Assrat? Now I thought we were getting somewhere without your insults.... Naughty kitty..."

"Naughty kitty?Seriously? You'll see one after I scratch your face for that stupid trick.”

He smirked as he glanced at your tied hands before your face once more. “Oh? With your tied-up hands? I think not. Besides, you wouldn’t do it to your saviour, would you? I saved you from those scary robotic rodents you were screaming about… I’m practically Batman, don’t you think?”

Laughter echoed across the room for quite a bit, in contrast to the constant squabbling the two of you had kept getting into. Riddler soon walked to his workstation. You saw it was messy, covered in parts, blueprints, and all sorts of things, which he had tried to clean off before realizing that would not be best, given that the valuable work on the table was not something to be brushed aside... no matter how cute you would look sitting there. Looking at his chair, the table, and the floor, you spoke up, understanding his search for a spot for you as he worked while assuming where you might be positioned.

“You aren’t putting me on the ground again. I’m not dealing with any sort of rodents”

“Well, it’s either the oh-so-dirty, scary floor for your delicate standards or my lap…. And believe me, despite my amusing conversation with you and my continued carrying of you.. I do not want the second option as much as I assume you do. Besides… the rodents are more scared of you with your loud screams and not so charming face.”

“ You know already I’m not sitting on the ground; it’s too dirty, and I’m not dealing with any more rodent scares. Is calling me ugly supposed to hurt my feelings? Im GLAD you don't find me pretty saves me from an awkward mating bird dance from you. ”

"If anything, you would be the male bird with your attitude and squawking, now i advise you to cease all your squawking, BIRD, or I'll put the gag back on you."

Sighing, he sat down, placing you to sit sideways. Your head naturally resting against the crook of his neck so as not to block his view of his work below him. Despite his greasy stench …. It was oddly comforting. Not in an affectionate way, no, no, no, of course no…. at least you would like to think so. You much rather preferred sitting on his lap, nice, cozy, intimate. Although now that you think about it, you didnt ever claim to hate him, more so disagreed that he was not given a fair chance to beat the bat. SO technically, you weren't being a hypocrite or anything.

Within minutes, Riddler had noticed your silence and took it as compliance. His one arm wrapped around you as he works one-handed on some messy sheets of paper, scribbling down god knows what with the messy handwriting he had.

After one hour, it became clear with the loud grumbling in your stomach that you were hungry, and surprisingly ….. he had takeout ordered for you.. which you so happily ate from his hands. Grumbling something about not softening up to you and even stealing a few bites from the same utensils your lips were on, excusing it by claiming he bought it, even smirking at your rather dramatic concern for sharing utensils before doing so again to spite you.

After all you were in his lap, wrists tied and held with his string arms … in his eyes you would get away because he wouldn’t let that happen no then Riddler does not make mistakes! Who cares that it was far more closer and personal than any other hostage that he so claimed to hate?

He had noticed you were quiet and most likely asleep, judging by your rhythmic, slow, deep breathing tickling the crook of his neck. Not to mention your lips had sleepily brushed against his neck in sleepy attempts to shift around for a more cozy position. Yet you hadn’t made a noise or squawked about it either. Neither had he, of course. Far too busy to care.

Hours went by without a peep from you,laser focused on his work as he awaited night to approach to meet the one and only.

Although … it was a rather pleasant feeling with you like this….. only when you and him weren’t squabbling ….

You had woken up hours later from your slumber with a loud but much-needed yawn. Attempting to stretch your sore body from being in such a shrivelled position for so long, only to find that your wrists were still tied together and thus unable to stretch.

Riddler took notice of this, silently untying the rope and keeping his grip on you firm as you squirmed about trying to relieve some of the stiffness. Maybe sleeping on the floor was better for your back…

Untying your wrists he spoke, "I think you know what's in store for you if you run off, hm?"

The second you felt the rope fall from your wrists, you stretched out with no concern for the limited space between the two of you. Accidentally bumping your arm with his head as you stretched out. His one handed grip more gentle yet secure around your waist as your back arched until a crack was elicited and the pressure within was released.

"Yeah, yeah, I know, you should have just let me stay on the floor, you're terrible for my back."

"... I meant that platonically, by the way..."

A teasing smirk painted over his face the second he heard those words. He knew what you meant, but he couldn't help it. It was just so perfectly vague that it didn't tease you about. His eyes filled with a gleaming delight at your anticipated fluster.

"Oh, of course, what else would it mean? Do enlighten me."

You stared back, mouth slightly agape in annoyance at his obvious dirty implication. Of course, you can say it would mean nothing else, but you could already hear his voice filled with false innocence just trying to suggest you were thinking otherwise.

Without thinking of the consequences of his earlier warnings, you had taken advantage of his focus and pinched his arm, holding your waist. Not too harshly that a mark would be left, but just enough to see that smug smirk disappear from his face.

His face did, in fact, change to one of pain and then anger. Quickly typing up your wrists again as he spoke in a chastising tone.

"I think your disobedient self is getting a little TOO comfortable.. perhaps I should remind you who's in charge."

"You're the one being dirty-"

His idle hand grabbed your face, squeezing your chubby cheeks and forcing you to look at him as he spoke menacingly while leaning closer than needed. As if it were less about the arguments and disobedience, and more about how they elicited a rising desire infiltrating his calculative mind.

"And you're the one who said you would rather sit in my lap than the floor. Nobody would ever have the gall to say that, let alone PREFER THAT... many MANY hostages before you have been content with much much filthier conditions, so I find it odd you so easily jump into my arms and are so eager to get all close and cozy to me despite your so public display of hatred of me because of what? A bit of dirt, a little scare? So no, I don't think im being dirty; I think it's you who’s being dirty all along. Disguising your desire in a Trojan horse isn't the intelligent plan you may think it is. For it is mere child's play for a genius of my intellect and prowess.

You attempted to speak; however, the words you spewed out of your squished lips were not the most coherent, given his squeezing grip on your face. You could see the delight in his gaze when enforcing his power over you. The same gleam in his eyes when he had tried to play dumb, the big grin that always made him look like the evil greased-up asshole he was, the furrow of his brows despite all else. He was right, but you were trying to deny it to yourself in hopes he was playing a trick.

"You- you are and quit being so close"

"Then admit it, then I'll make all of this little dance of ours cease. I'll see to it that your mischievous desire is satisfied. Then this feisty kitty will be tamed, docile and pliant in my hands. "

His short stubble roughly brushed your face as he whispered in your ear. Lips so close, yet so far at the same time. "Admit it, think about all the fun we could have instead of this... rigid back and forth.'

"Batman isn't coming ... isn't he.... im not even a hostage, am I? This is just some fucked up scheme. You lied to me from the start. YOU just wanted me to admit that I desired you... that I was wrong about you... didnt you..."

"Perhaps I did... now you either admit it or don't, but you can't deny this squabbling, this push and pull, this name-calling between us.... You can't deny what it brings out in both of us. I've seen it in you as much as you've seen it in me..."

Riddler let go of your face, untying the rope from your wrists once more now that the cat was out of the bag. You saw the change in his eyes, his demeanour, and his grip on you was still firm and secure, as if he were the one in control, when really he had admitted everything to you in hopes he guessed right about you.

He did, of course, but he didnt know that for certain. You could have genuinely not liked the dirty floor, or had a very intense fear of rodents, maybe you truly hated his opinion and all.

"I don't think you really want to satisfy any desires. I think you just want to make me like you and retract what I said about you online. "

"What makes you think that?"

"Not think, I KNOW... you lied about Batman coming, but you didnt mention what you originally said being a lie. You said you'd make an example out of me.... but you only lied about me being some hostage, given how flippant you became with the restraints, and you lied about Batman too. That means no one will see me leave or enter here, regardless of whether I say yes or no... Making it a personal sort of achievement, isn't it?"

The absolute grin on his face with no response served as an answer enough. The fire burning within him only heightened as you got closer and closer to the real truth. "I don't know what you're talking about. I simply just want to indulge you... by all means, if you want to leave, I'd be happy to drop you off, and we can merely brush it off as a day forgotten."

"Now I’m getting rather impatient.... either you accept your desires to me as defeat where you are ever so indulged for someone of your lowly opinions .... or you can deny them and leave with your head high and an ever longing ache... which will it be..."

"Riddle me this.... I exist in 3 places, but I feel in only 2... and indulged in every whim, only one... what am I?"

"Desire..... so you've accepted your desires....hm?"

"... yes.."

Without a second thought, your lips intertwined in passion. Slow at first, before becoming rushed and more sloppy as your mind was occupied with pleasure. Every whine and noise you made was simply a sign for Riddler to migrate his affections elsewhere. Wet, messy kisses drowning your lips and then to your cheeks. Saliva swapped and only a small rope of drool connecting the two of you back to square one.

Riddler was relentless, kissing you senselessly and gripping you to be as close as possible.

Eventually, when you two became rosy and breathless. Riddler had become greedy, and so had you. His hands were swiftly changing positions. One hand reaching under your clothing to fondle your chubby stomach, squeezing and prodding while muttering a mixture of mild insults and praises.

Wanting more than just mere touches from him, you took it upon yourself to change your position, now straddling his lap, facing him. You were about to go back to kissing him as you so desired, your lips reaching the crook of his neck; however, his hand had distracted you with a quick pull of your bottoms.

Revealing your ass, he had delivered a light, playful smack before speaking once more.

"My my... quite the soft and plump body you have.... makes it all the more fun to grab and handle you..."

Your face was still in the crook of his neck, but your lips were open with noises of delight, now that his hands started to fondle more sensitive areas, along with your own ministrations on his neck. Smacking and grabbing before his fingers moved elsewhere. Toying with the band of your underwear before delivering a loud snapping noise.

"I think we should take this elsewhere... don't you think, kitty?"

"Kitttyyyy."

You felt your lips disconnect from his neck as he grabbed the back of your head to redirect your focus. A loud whine, and you could see how pleased he was with your desperation to continue.

"I like staying on your lap. Whatever you want to do, you can do here."

"See, I could.... but I think you would rather prefer a more.... accepting position. You wouldn't want to get all sweaty trying to please me, would you? You would be far more useful just letting me show you."

"Okay, but... one more-."

Attempting to reach closer to continue forming a lovebite on his neck only resulted in Riddler grabbing the back of your head to redirect you again. Thus, a far more desperate whine and an increasingly pleased Riddler with your greed.

"Tsk tsk tsk, has your mind already been reduced to seeking pleasure and pleasure only? How utterly greedy... don't you know good things come to those who wait? Perhaps I'll have to punish you..."

Without a second thought, he grabbed you from the thighs before adjusting you over his shoulder. In your vulnerable position, he had properly removed your bottoms, including your underwear. Tossing it on the chair he stood from, he made his way within the lair to a small room... It seemed to be an ordinary empty room with only a table with a dim light hanging over it. Only a small drawer that looked as dirty as the rest of his lair was present in the room.

"Let's get you nice and secure now... You don't mind if we take this further, do you? Nothing non-penetrative, of course, I unfortunately misplaced some condoms, and I would rather not take the risk."

"I don't mind..."

Smirking, he had placed you on the cold metal table. The sudden drop in temperature made you arch your back in sensitivity as you saw his pleased expression in the dimness. Riddler turned away, fiddling with the small cabinet out of your sight. Unaware of what he may use and only able to hear the loud clutter of all sorts of things he was looking through before he came back.

Your curiosity doubled seeing him hold something, yet what it was in question was out of sight. However, feeling him manhandle you in his desired position and removing your remaining pieces of clothing, you quickly understood what he had planned.

Legs widened far enough to be present your private areas to him, your ankles were bound to what appeared to be hooks on the side of the table. Perhaps to hold other items previously but now to hold your legs open. Meanwhile your arms adjusted to be bound over your head and wrists bound together in the same manner.

“Cozy?”

“Mhm.”

“Good… you look so… ravishing and delicious like this…”

His body climbing up onto the table, on his knees between your legs as he grabbed your hips and roughly grinding you against his own erect cock. Loud moans from your lips meant slower and more painfully arousing grinding motions. Your breathing faster as your chest rose and fell more dramatically despite how torturously slow he was going.

“Now now, I did tell you good things come to those who wait didn’t I? Try to gather whatever is left of your feeble brain cells to perhaps distract yourself… to ease your aches..tell you what I’ll give you some riddles to keep your mind busy.”

“Riddle me this…. What’s long, goes between something soft and is meaty and delicious…”

Upon hearing his riddle you had become more breathless, he had noticed the way your eyes became half lidded and the wetness forming on your private area. Your mouth agape mumbling the wrong answer with whines and pleas for him to speed up, only to whine louder as he pinched your nipple.

“Hot dog …. The answer was hot dog… although I suppose you were thinking of something else’s, weren’t you, kitty… something else of similar qualities.”

“I can show you the difference if you’d like.”

An enthusiastic moan on your end was all he needed before he moved over your face, unzipping his pants to have his hard cock dripping in precum. Dangling above your lips like a treat before he truly showed you the difference.

After what felt like eternity, you had lost count of the number of times you swallowed his cum along with the number of times you had cummed. Already overwhelmed and fucked silly, Riddler had sensed you’d been pushed far enough. Untying you and cleaning you up while praising you for how excellently you took him, he planted methodically gentle kisses over your body as he cleaned you up.

“Oh, you poor kitty… You must be all tired from doing such an excellent job. Taking me so well and being so patient… it seems I’ve fucked you brainless haven’t I? ”

Zipping up his pants again, he carried your naked, tired body back to his workstation where your clothes were. “I know you’re quite tired so either you can stay the night or I’ll drop my sleepy chubby kitty back home…”

“My?”

“Why, of course…. I know what I like.”

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