I’m not sure if you’re still doing the 3K event but I was wondering if you could write some dirty BTAS Riddler x Fem!Reader? He gives me the vibe of being typically a gentleman and sickly sweet domestically but in private he’s a total service dom but can be rough when asked 👀
BTAS!Riddler x Fem!Reader, word count: 650
absolutely 100% seems like the kind of guy who would be the sweetest most romantic most polite dude in public and the minute you're behind closed doors he's making you get on your knees and solve a riddler before he will give you anything 💚
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minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: sex as a reward, eddie being a tease, flirty, nothing too nsfw
Eddie had you laying on your back, his arms around you as his hips rocked against you, cock pushed upwards and into your body as he moaned and groaned in your ear. You hated to interrupt his unique brand of gentle lovemaking, but you'd been desperate to ask a little more for him, and you'd finally mustered up the courage to do so.
"Eddie… Could you… Maybe you could be a little rougher?"
His face shifted into an expression of shock, surprise consuming his features as he gazed at you with intrigue.
"My, my. How interesting. It seems you're a little bit more adventurous than I might have given you credit for. What an intriguing reveal. Layers reveal layers with you, don't they? A little puzzle to solve, a conundrum to unravel."
You blushed at his words, enthralled by the way he saw you, projecting his very nature, his fixation, onto you felt like he was bestowing you with the greatest honour. And yet, despite the praise and his obvious interest, he remained as firm around your body as he had been before your revealing request.
"Perhaps, my dear, if you want something from me, then I can get something from you."
He looked exceptionally mischievous, a sneaky grin that told you nothing of what he was thinking of, so you had to agree in order to find out more. You remained silent, knowing that Eddie would prefer to explain himself without interruptions, and that any pauses were to increase the drama, the tension, in what he was saying.
"How about, for every riddle you can answer correctly… I will get a little more intense. My grip will get tighter. My hands will get firmer. And, contrary to the traditional values of a prize, I will get a little bit crueller, since that's clearly what you want."
The threat of getting exactly what you were desperate for rendered you almost completely stupefied, but you managed to nod, clearing your throat to verbally confirm that it was indeed what you wanted with a shaking 'yes' before falling silent once more.
"Very well then! Here's your first one… I protect by sitting atop a bridge. Only on person gains protection from me at any time. What am I?"
More silence followed. You were sure you were capable of getting the answer. but you were flustered by the way Edward had picked up, his gleeful excitement and smug little smile overpowering your sense, stealing all of your focus.
"I… Um… I don't know."
"Oh, I am sorry, my dear. But, I'll be kind enough to give you another chance, ok?"
Another silent nod.
"Next riddle! I am always old, but can sometimes be new. I am never sad, but sometimes I'm blue. I am never empty, but am sometimes full. I will never push, but I always pull. What am I?"
You were so sure that you'd heard this one, but again, the answer just wouldn't come to you, and Edward could see you were beginning to struggle.
"Let's try a different one then. I know you're better than this, and besides that, I'd hate for you to leave empty handed."
You tried to push a convincing smile onto your face, hoping that his kindness would see you through.
"What can speak, but has no mouth. It can reproduce, but has no organs with which to do so?"
"I… I don't know, Eddie."
"Guess!"
"S…Silence… No… A River?"
"Not quite the right answer, unfortunately."
He watched as your face fell, only briefly, before you picked your mood back up when he continued to speak in a lighter, more gentle tone, the one that seemed to be reserved for you and you only.
"But I suppose, I can hardly reward you for getting something wrong, can I? So perhaps a punishment will be required after all."
For the 3k event here to snitch on YJ Eddie wanted dead for mishandling goods. Idk if that's taken I'm nervous and idk why I'm stressing out about it :')))
YJ!Riddler x Fem!Reader, ficlet
a/n: no need to be stressed ever it's all FUN!! and speaking of, this was delightful to write, i love a nervous man with a palm full of tit lmao
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minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: breast play, nipple teasing, very shy eddie getting to grips with a pair of tits my beloved tbh, premature ejaculation, moaning, groaning, whimpering ALL THE GOOD STUFF
Eddie's hands hovered over your skin, not quite touching, close enough to feel the warmth radiating from you however. It was just flesh. Skin, fat, muscle, nothing different to any other part of any other human body. But somehow it still was. It was yours. Those were your breasts. A part of you he'd only dreamed of seeing before, now you were exposed in front of him, offering him the chance to touch you. It was all too much.
"You can touch them, Eddie. Promise, it's ok. I want you to."
"Uh... Th-thank you. But. Maybe. Maybe silence would help. If you say things like that, that you want me to... Ah... I just..."
You understood. He was already flustered, already drooling and sweating. Maybe a little bit of sweet talk would push him over the edge into a fainting spell. But he had to move a little bit faster. This was tortuous, waiting for him to finally make his move. The teasing, the way he was so close and yet so far, was driving you mad. For the last ten minutes you'd been standing with your thighs pressed together, desperate for him to just grab you. If you waited any longer...
Taking control, you grabbed his wrist and brought his hand to you, palm coasting over your erect nipple, fingers immediately settling against the curve of them against your chest, his breath caught in his throat in a complete panic. And when he finally found his words, he stammered over them.
"N-now what?"
"Now you can do whatever you want, Eddie."
He whimpered, his whole body shuddering with an exhale that was clearly him trying to calm his nerves and concentrate on the task, quite literally, at hand.
"Well, I've never... do I just...?"
You took his chin in your own palm, directing his gaze to yours.
"Eddie, seriously. You can do whatever you want. I'm yours."
"Oh..."
His voice trailed off into a groan that rumbled through his slender torso. He was still unsure of what he was supposed to be doing, but maybe you weren't all that bothered about that. Maybe, he thought, you were really just happy for him to play with you, however felt natural to him.
At first, he grabbed at you, his hands on your chest, gripping whatever of you he could collect. He squeezed, jiggled, cupped and pushed against your breasts, moaning under his rbeath the entire time. And then he let his thumb flit ovr your nipples, hard already, but stiffening at the attention he gave them. The way you reacted to the touch enticed him, and soon he was flicking them with both fingers, watching you bite your lip, collecting saliva in his mouth as he drooled at the idea of how you might taste.
And before he knew it, he was teasing them between his thumb and finger, pulling them out, watching how you hissed and cooed with each pull, each release of tension.
"God, Eddie, that feels so good... Just like that... little bit harder... fuck... you're good... Ah!"
You let out a squeal in response to the pain, the tight pinch of his fingers against your sensitive nipples, moaning in relief when he released them with a gasp.
"Oh! Oh... Oh, oh... oh no... Oh no! Oh no oh no oh no, I am so sorry, I..."
He lifted his hands away, trying to cover himself, an evident stain forming at the front of his pants. It had you blushing, to think a little bit of praise, a minute or two with your bare chest, and you could have him spilling all over himself. Flattering, really, and very adorable.
"Don't be sorry, Eddie."
"I am though! For... for that, for embarrassing myself. And for hurting you."
"Oh! Don't be silly! I liked it, Eddie. I like the pain, it feels sweet. Good."
"Wow."
"And your fingers are perfect for it. You're perfect."
His eyes seemed to dilate, vision unfocusing as he took a seat, needing a moment to calm his nerves before he lost all composure.
Hi finnie! Sorry to bother you but u was wondering if you could write something for young Justice Riddler from your list maybe 15 and 51? He is just a cutie! Sorry I don't send request a lot! (≡^∇^≡)
Young Justice!Riddler x Fem!Reader, word count: 719
oooooooh yes please!! these are perfect for him, get ready for some nervous first time eddie!! 💚
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minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: virginity loss, reader has a vagina but no gendered terms are used, first time sex, nervous eddie
"You're ok with this, yeah?"
As you straddled Eddie's waist, it only then occurred to you that he hadn't replied as confidently as you would have liked when you asked him if he wanted you to be on top. Rather, he'd offered a nervous nod, a stammered 'yes' and then a sharp inhale that never seemed to come back out.
You'd shifted out from underneath his weak grip on your sides, then pushed him gently down onto the mattress, taking care to lift his glasses gently from his face and place them carefully next to the bed. He'd been so willing, so pliant, and you worried about whether he felt like he was just going through the motions.
"If it's not ok, Eddie, we can wait and try again some other time. I really don't-"
"No! No, no. Please, no. I want this to happen. I think I need this to happen. I just... I was nervous. I am nervous."
With a slight giggle, intended to be warming and reassuring rather than patronising, you sat up straight. As you moved, you brushed past his cock, twitching against your body as his eyes closed tight.
"Why are you so nervous?"
One of your hands rested on his abdomen, almost keeping him steady as he trembled with nerves. The other moved up his torso, fingers walking towards the tiny patch of hair on his chest before stopping to stroke it delicately. He couldn't help but smile as he made out the pattern your finger was moving it. A question mark, drawn over and over again as he spoke.
"I don't want to get it wrong."
"What do you think you're going to get wrong, Eddie? You're the Riddler. You don't get things wrong."
That little boost of confidence seemed to have done wonders for him as he reached his slightly quivering hands up and placed them on either side of your waist.
"I'm just worried about... I've not quite practised enough... bucking my hips. I wanted to get it perfect for the first time."
"Ah... did you receive bad feedback from someone else?"
He glanced to the side, lips pressed tightly shut. Somehow, everything fell into place, and you reached your hand to his cheek, stroking against his pointed sideburns and feeling the heat from the deep, red flush on his skin.
"Oh, Eddie. You mean your first time?"
Eddie nodded bashfully, his whole body seeming a shade pinker than it had moments ago. Your own body seemed warmer too, the idea that you were going to be important to Eddie, someone who was in turn so important to you, caused your heartbeat to rise steadily, your blood heating as you began to subconsciously grind your hips a little against him.
"Come here, you sweet little thing. You don't have to be embarrassed."
You helped him shift upright slightly, leaning into him and bringing his face to your bare chest, holding it close as you played with the longer hair at the nape of his neck.
"Of course not. This is actually a bit of a turn on."
"R-really?"
There was a hesitance in his voice, as though he couldn't quite believe that you might be telling the truth. But as you brought one hand from him and helped to position his head against your now desperate cunt, he realised he might have to take your word for it.
With only a smile and a subtle bite of your lip, you began to ease yourself back and forth on his cock, feeling it throbbing against your walls as he quickly tore his hands away from you and found the sheets, clutching them with whitening knuckles and reddening fingertips.
"Are you ok, Eddie? Is this pace good for you?"
He could only nod, he feared that opening his mouth might make him whine, and whining might make him lose control, and losing conrol meant that the tiny bit of restraint he had in him would snap and his quickly formed orgasm would be released.
No, he could hold out, just a little bit longer, if only to make sure he could take it for just a little bit longer the next time.
God, he hoped there would be a next time. Practice was the only way he would get better, after all.
Young Justice!Riddler x GN!Reader, word count: 4k
commission: a particularly fun commission from a wonderful friend, featuring an au where all the riddlers co-exist, and sweet yj!eddie is teased riiiiiiiight in front of them all, or at least, digitally 💚
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minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: teasing, oral sex, exhibitionism in a way!, sex on camera... kind of! (should be gn!reader but let me know if i've missed something obvious)
Eddie so very rarely asked to have some space from you. Only when he was focusing on something complicated or exceptionally important would he ever think of asking you to give him an hour to himself. And even though he had asked for permission to spend the morning alone in his office, you were prepared to deny him that, if only for the sake of checking up on him.
He hated when you fussed, of course, believing that he wasn’t worth the attention, or that he should be the one fussing over you, and while you were usually ok with being fawned over him and offering your support from a distance when requested, today was different.
There was a conference call, with the other Riddlers. A teleconference? Or a… you weren’t sure what the name of an interdimensional meet-up between several super-villains of the same ilk would be, if you were honest. But what you did know was that it had been driving Eddie insane with anxiety lately. And you felt it was your responsibility to try and cheer him up, or at least distract him for a little bit to make sure he was prepared for the afternoon. So you crept into his office, watching him type furiously as he wiped his brow of sweat, trying to think of what the best way to interrupt him might be.
With a hand placed on his shoulder, you squeezed it softly and let your fingers linger as you spoke.
“You busy, Eddie?”
Immediately ceasing the almost relentless and steady typing at his computer, Eddie turned to you, pushing his glasses up his nose with his finger and focusing his attention completely on your waiting smile.
“Never too busy for you! Do you… need something? Anything?”
He checked the clock on the wall, then the clock on the screen, then his watch on his wrist. A nervous habit he’d developed since cohabiting with you. When he was alone, it was easy to get distracted. To spend hours and hours, sometimes close to a full day, without stopping, speaking, bodily functions and needs tended to on autopilot. But he was trying his hardest to take breaks. Partly, because you told him it was good for him to stop, and that you wanted him to be healthy and happy. Mostly, because he wanted to spend every second he could with you, cherishing those moments, still in disbelief that you would give him the chance to.
Smiling at you awkwardly, hoping he hadn’t been neglecting you for too long, he turned the chair around. He was well aware that you could feed yourself, grab a drink when you needed one. But he liked to do things for you, to tend to you, care for you, spoil you almost. Like a princess. And the idea that you had been sitting around hungry or thirsty or tired or bored made him feel horrendously guilty.
“Yeah, dummy. I need you! I missed you.”
You offered him a warm smile, narrowing your eyes softly at him as you stepped closer, seating yourself on his lap, hands moving straight to his tie. You teased it, running your fingers up and down it as you watched the movements. Eddie’s eyes bore into you, watching your face as you took him in. he marvelled at the way you could look at him with such adoration, he’d never experienced anything quite like it. His hands fell to your waist, shifting slightly to offer you more space on his thighs, the grip on you light, but protective.
With a soft giggle, you squirmed a little, writhing against him as you brought your cheek to his, your lips close to his ear as you sighed, a quiet moan as you felt him against you, a definite stiffness growing as you let your fingers trail along his neck and through his hair.
As much as Eddie savoured your affections, physical or otherwise, he knew if he didn’t stop you now then he’d be drawn into you, unable to focus on anything else. He wasn’t too busy to get you a drink or hug you, but he was very aware that he had an appointment coming up shortly, an important video call, and he couldn’t miss it. He hated himself for what he was about to do, but it had to be done.
Eddie cleared his throat and leaned back.
“I can’t believe I am about to say this, but I’ll have to take a raincheck on this amazing… hug?”
“Could’ve been more.”
You winked playfully, but you were still disappointed. You didn’t question him, you knew he wouldn’t turn you down for just anything.
“I have the… the big conference call, with the others.”
“Oh! Well, of course you can’t miss that.”
Eddie winced at the thought, and you stood up from his lap, letting him turn the chair back around.
“You look tense though, Eddie.”
You rubbed at his shoulders, feeling your stomach flutter when he groaned in pleasure at the touch.
“I am… I’m nervous… I wish I could just distract myself, or have something to distract me during this. Something to take the edge off. I feel like they’re all so much more… qualified than me. That they have something I don’t.”
It hurt you to see him so dejected, to be questioning himself. It was easy to understand him. He was a lot quieter than the others. No less capable about being arrogant in his intellectual prowess, but not as cruel or loud as the others about his achievements and intelligence. He had informed you a few times before, but not in detail, about his hang-ups with his fellow Riddlers, that they were more infamous in their respective universes, that they had more power, more criminal achievements. But you were very aware that there was one thing he had that they didn’t. He had you.
“Is there anything I can do to help? Anything at all?”
You winked playfully, watching his mouth twitch as it tried to force a smile.
“I uh… you could stand there and look pretty, that always helps me. But it might bore you when we get down to business.”
“I could listen to you talk for hours, Eddie. Your lips look so pretty when you’re talking about your plans.”
There was an audible gulp as Eddie swallowed his nerves, his brain, usually so quick and competent, struggling to keep up with your flirtatious conversation. He was so nervous around you, even still, and the innocent and almost terrified way he tried to flirt gave you butterflies and made you fall in love with him even more each time.
You could tell he was running out of things to say though, so you put him out of his misery and offered up your services to him.
“Well, Eddie. I’m sure I can think of something to help you relax… and I promise I won’t get in the way of your prep for the meeting.”
Sinking to your knees you crawled around the chair and under the desk, where you settled on your heels. Your palms, firm against him, stroked up his thighs towards his crotch, where his pants were beginning to tent even at this slight touch. You couldn’t help yourself, unable to supress the delighted giggle which came out at how quickly you were able to have him aroused and at full attention.
“Oh, my! You’re certainly excited at least… maybe not quite relaxed yet, but we’re heading in the right direction, I suppose.”
Your fingers were twitching as you reached for the fly of his pants, undoing the metal button and unzipping them before tugging to pull them down. The delightful bulge sat between the opening in the fabric, covered by his boxers which you smiled at, noting that they were his lucky green ones. He really was nervous about this meeting. He was so entirely sweet and adorable, and the fact that his logical brain still relied on superstition and ritual at times when he was particularly worried or anxious made your heart leap in your chest. There wasn’t anything you wouldn’t do to help him through this, it was just lucky that the method you knew best was one that would satisfy you too.
Running your fingers along the elastic band at the top of his boxers, you hummed in satisfaction as you watched his cock twitch, suppressed by the fabric, desperate to be free, aching for your direct touch. You ran a finger over the top of his boxers, feeling his length tense up, jerking softly below the tickling sensation. Another giggle fell over your lips, sultry and coloured in your own obvious arousal. You licked at your lips and swallowed the gathering saliva, noting that you were drooling at just the idea of tasting his cock, having it, thick and hard against your tongue, choking you as you tried to take as much of it in as possible.
You couldn’t put it off any longer. As much as you wanted to tease, to take it slowly and offer a relaxing pace, you needed to at least hold his cock in your hands. You needed to feel him, skin against skin.
“Oh… oh! Are you… are you going to uh… oh wow! You are!”
As his boxers shifted down over his cock, it bounced free completely, sweetly coloured the same as his skin, his head a flushed pink that glistened with precum, and the tuft of trimmed but still wild pubic hair that topped it looked soft to the touch. With your drool threatening to spill over your lips, you licked them and let your tongue drag up from the base of Eddie’s twitching length to the tip, where you flicked your tongue swiftly. At the sound of his whimper, you wrapped your lips around the tip and hollowed your cheeks, sucking as you hummed in satisfaction, finally having him in your mouth.
His chest rose and fell sporadically, as though he were having to manually breathe in and out, his usual instincts inhibited by the flustered pleasure that coursed through him in heavy waves. Each time he opened his eyes to look down at you, he was sent writhing once more, the sultry way you stared at him driving him wild, insane even, at the notion someone as attractive as you would look at him as though not only were he somehow equally sexy, but that just the act of pleasuring him was enough to get you off.
Which it was. Testament to this, you could feel your underwear starting to dampen, soaked in your slick as you found yourself groaning with Edward’s thick, turgid cock stretching your mouth, pressing on your tongue, the almost sweet taste of his skin clashing with the salted flavour of his precum.
A shrill sound interrupted Eddie’s soft moans as you serviced him, tinkling out loud in the room. Choking on a gasp, you could feel Eddie shuffling around.
“Oh-oh god… it’s them… it’s early? I got the time wrong?”
“What are you going to do?”
“I don’t… you have to… I can’t do this while you’re there!”
“But you’re nervous! I’m helping!”
You smiled up at him, teasing slightly, it was impossible not to. He was so cute when he was flustered, and flustered was better than terrified. So you reached up and hit the enter button.
“No! Nooo-uh, hello!”
The screen was filled with the faces of the other Riddlers, each of them keen to begin their discussions, to hear Arkham’s plans which he had assured them all was the definite end to their problem, the Batman.
“How are we all doing today, my… colleagues.”
Eddie tensed in the chair as you returned your hands to his cock, taking it in your grasp, both fists lining the shaft as you pumped it slowly, languid strokes that made him gasp and stutter as he uttered his hellos over the camera.
“Are we all feeling ok?”
“Heh-ye-Es.”
His voice squeaked on the words, and you stifled a giggle at his reaction, cock throbbing against your palms. Desperately trying to compose himself, he sat up straighter in the chair, thick length writhing in your hands as you shuffled closer to him, your palms tracking up his thighs and pulling at his hips. With a soft exhale, you let your warm breath tickle over his skin, before your lips found his head, closing over it again.
As calm as he was able to be, Eddie focused, unblinking, on the camera as he tried his best to listen to what Arkham and the others were saying. It was impossible to go too long without his mind drifting back to what was happening under the desk. Your sweet mouth opening as wide as you could make it to allow him to slide effortlessly to the back of your tongue. Your fingers, gentle and delicate as you cupped his balls, squeezing softly as you continued to suck his cock against his squirming.
“Edward, are you quite alright? I don’t expect much from you all, given that I am the superior Riddler here, but I would at least hope that your feeble mind could pay attention for more than thirty seconds at a time.”
Swallowing his nerves, and trying to suppress his desperate arousal that was building in his chest, Edward stuttered over his words.
“I’m… I’m here- I mean, I’m fine… I mean, it’s ok. I’m paying attention. Sorry. Sorry.”
“Are you sure, it appears that you have something else on your mind.”
“No, I assure you I’m f-HUH-ine… ahem…”
Feigning a cough, Eddie tried to cover the pitch-shifting in his voice. He was bad at deflecting though, and the more he tried to encourage everyone to move on, the more they seemed to be focused on him. Especially when the more sympathetic of his fellow Riddlers were keen to make sure he was ok before continuing their master plan discussions.
“Eddie, are you sure you’re ok? You look awful sweaty…”
Gotham was stretching in his seat, straining to get closer to the camera. Dano’s face curled into one of worry and concern as he chimed in.
“And your face is flushed. Are you hot? You might be coming down with something. You could turn your camera off if you’re feeling uncomfortable being on with us all when you’re-”
“NO! This is far too important for anyone to be given an excuse to stop listening.”
Arkham was furious at the suggestion, his screen shaking briefly as he slammed his fist down onto the table he sat at.
“No muting. No turning the cameras off. Every single one of you needs to be held accountable and be paying attention completely. I won’t let any single one of you fall behind and cause this plan to crumble apart. Not when my name is so clearly attached to it.”
Holding in a mischievous giggle, you hollowed your cheeks, slurping louder than you meant to, aware that there was every chance it was heard over the microphone. But no one said anything, and Eddie covered it with another cough.
As you let the teeth on your lower jaw graze along the underside of his length, you could feel him tensing, breath hitching at the slight tingling of pain you knew he enjoyed far more than he could admit to. Quick to try and prevent any further embarrassment, or reason for the others to suspect that something untoward may be happening, Eddie clamped his hands over his mouth. Though he realised this in itself was perhaps a strange movement, so putting his less than admirable acting skills to practice, he let out a dramatic and very obviously fake yawn.
A few of the faces on the screen looked on in confusion, some with concern. Arkham, of course, glared down the lens in oblivious rage. Concerningly, to Eddie, both Zero Year and Unburied wore a slight, knowing smirk. He tried to convince himself that there was no way they could know, to keep himself calm. But it was so obvious, their expressions so telling. They might not know exactly what was happening, but they had an inkling that all was not well on Eddie’s side of the camera. Or all was perhaps a little too well.
You laid off a little, letting your hands stroke him softly and slowly to offer some reprieve when you heard Arkham barking over the speakers.
“Are you completely incompetent? I find it hard to believe that you share anything in common with even these idiots, let alone with me! But, since you’re so insistent on being the focus of the attention, perhaps you would like to inform us of your progress with your part of the plan.”
“I… uh…”
Eddie stammered nervously, fully aware of your mischievous nature and knowing this might be the thing that pushed him over the edge. How much could he conceal if he was the only one talking? The focus of every pair of eyes on the call? Not much, he imagined.
“Did you forget, Edward, that we were all going to present our own progress today? Was it too taxing for you to do the work and remember? Next time, I will take that on board. I will remember how little you are capable of taking on.”
Eddie let out a brief sigh of relief, which choked in his throat with a squeal as you ran your thumb over the flushed, reddening head of his cock.
“But! Due to the nature of today’s call, the sheer importance, and the fact that you have already disappointed me and disrupted the flow, I will insist that you please, present your no doubt lacklustre and pointless information to us immediately.”
With his stomach lurching, Eddie tried to gaze down at you, meeting your eyes as you peered up at him just below the table’s edge. You wore a grin that told him you weren’t going to make this easy. And it was already difficult. He could feel himself throbbing, his palms sweating, as he watched your hands caressing his length, your eyes staring, unblinking, directly into his.
When he realised that you had been commanding his attention long enough for it to be questionable to the others as to why he had been staring at his lap for so long, he managed to pull himself away from the view. With an awkward smile and a strangled laugh, he cleared his throat and pulled up his notes.
“Well, as you all know, it’s been a long and difficult process to get us all together and able to work on this. I have been trying my hardest to make sure that ah-ha-AH-ah-ah-I’ve-ah… choo?”
Arkham furrowed his brow as Eddie failed miserably to cover his heightened moaning with a pathetic attempt at a fake sneeze, ready to begin yet another rant aimed at Eddie’s assumed idiocy, but not before Zero Year chimed in.
“What’s wrong with you, Eddie? Got something on your mind?”
Zero Year recognised the facial expressions, the sounds. How could he not? He spent his days browsing lazily, one hand on his mouse or holding his phone, the other wrapped around his stubby cock as he gazed at the sordid imagery on various porn sites. He was well aware of what was happening, even if he couldn’t believe it.
At first, he had assumed that Eddie was masturbating during the meeting, that he’d gone a little bit insane and felt it was worth the risk. But, and despite his complete disbelief in this, he’d settled on the idea that there was someone else with Eddie, someone hidden below the screen, or below the desk, and they were the one behind his growing arousal and imminent climax. Of course, Zero Year was infuriated by this, his jealousy fuelling his decision to make matters far worse for Eddie as he sat, writhing and tensing on the other side of the screen, trying to hold himself together.
Unburied had similarly come to the conclusion that Eddie’s odd behaviour was at the hands, quite literally, of someone else who was currently providing a very well-received service to him, either as a tease or as part of an experiment in exhibitionism. Although, he doubted that Eddie was that adventurous, which was a correct assumption. Your shy, nervous, sweet Eddie was too much of a rule follower to allow himself the pleasure of being this risky. You, on the other hand, were far more willing to be a bit naughty, and you were happy to drag Eddie kicking and screaming along for the ride.
As the sweat began to fall from Eddie’s forehead to his brows, his upper-lip now coated in the sheen also, Unburied and Zero Year let loose a barrage of false concern for him. All eyes were focused on him now, with Arkham staring furiously, his face getting redder and his voice getting louder behind the persistent questioning and mocking jeers of the others. He had picked up on the suggestions, and was nearing nuclear levels of rage at Eddie, who was beginning to feel himself coming undone under the pressure and the weight of your tongue and lips against his desperate cock.
You could almost taste his release, feel each miniscule twitch of the veins around his length against your tongue as Eddie bit his lip, wailing out loud, trying to cover his sounds of growing pain and pleasure with stammered words he never quite managed to complete.
“I… I ha-ha… have… I have to… I have to g-go…”
“Don’t you dare hang up this call, Edward. I will see to it that you never join us for another plan. You’ll be an embarrassment to the moniker, The Riddler and I’ll ensure that everyone knows it.”
“Yeah, c’mon Eddie. Whatever it is, just let it out. We’re all friends here.”
The cruelly curled smirk on Zero Year’s lips still wasn’t enough to hold Eddie’s orgasm back. He could feel it rising, cock moist and warm in your mouth, ready to release his seed in an explosive and embarrassing show.
“I have to! I can’t!”
Eddie reached his hands up to the table, clearly taking the risk that Arkham’s threats were empty, intent on hanging up on the call anyway before he made a mess of himself, and your face, on camera. But you were quick to intercept, your fingers tight around his wrists as you held his hands below the chair. He didn’t have the strength to fight you, his hole body was trembling. This was exciting. A complete turn on. At your mercy, embarrassed in front of his peers, yes. But also, displaying a sense of dominance before them. What one of them could say they had someone on their knees in front of them, making sure their cock was wet and empty while they worked diligently on their plans.
The thought alone was enough to push him over the edge and he let forth a shrill squeal than fell to a guttural growl as he came. You moaned, muffled, in surprise as you tried to swallow his load, but it was powerful, plentiful, and you could feel it dripping down over your lips and down your chin as it kept coming.
Though you couldn’t see it, you could accurately picture the result of Eddie’s orgasm. His own face, slick with sweat, a half-smile with heavy lidded eyes as he tried to catch his breath. The others, unsure of whether to look away so as not to see, or to pretend like nothing had happened.
And Arkham, who was staring directly down the lens, teeth bared in a snarl. Part jealousy, part disbelief, part genuine fury that there was a Riddler out there who was willing to give in to such human urges during the most important part of their work together so far.
Wiping your face with your sleeve, you placed kisses along Eddie’s thighs and shuffled out from under the desk, making sure you weren’t visible on camera. It would be better to leave it as an uncertainty, a mystery. At least until next time. You might be kind enough to introduce yourself then.
i’m in the trenches for gotham eddie. he’s such a nerd and i love it 😔 i need him getting worked up over kisses or seeing u with his glasses on, if you wouldn’t mind writing about it <3 🤲
Do They Suit Me?
Gotham!Riddler x GN!Reader, word count: 1k
mhmmmmm yep this is my weakness and i am about to hit you with the sappiest, cheesiest, romcom-iest, plot-adjacent bit of fluff u-u 💚
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minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: flirting, lil bit of some prem. ejac, shy!eddie
Once your colleague, Eddie, had left the small office you both shared in the GCPD building, you stared at the door for a few seconds longer, noting the distinct blur. The distance wasn't too far, and yet the lack fo detail you were able to make out on the notice by the door frame was enough to tell you that Eddie was perhaps right, as he always was. Your eyesight was deteriorating. So you muttered to yourself in false annoyance, smiling as you whispered the words.
"Typical, Mr. Nygma. You're always have the right answer. Even when you haven't been asked the question."
Although, you giggled as you realised, it's not as though his predisposition to being correct offers him any confidence, a musing supported by how quickly he had just left the room. His cheeks were already blushing, his fingers fumbling to take off his own glasses as he began to sweat, before he finished his thought, uttering out loud what he likely had meant to exclaim to himself in silence. That you would look very good in glasses.
Maybe you would. He was right about everything else. Looking over to where he had placed his own clubmaster style frames down, you reached for them, carefully, slowly, quietly putting them on to see if they changed your vision, or indeed, if they suited you.
As you searched around the room for a reflective surface to check the style against your face, you did realise that Eddie's vision wasn't comparable to your own, and it was difficult making out anything with the frames on. And this particular disadvantage, and the distraction of your search, meant you missed it when he had stepped back into the room until he was speaking.
"Sorry, I forgot my- oh... oh my..."
He swallowed the lump of nerves that collected in his throat, Adam's apple bobbing behind the smooth, freshly shaven skin.
"Eddie! I am so sorry, I just wanted... to see... if it made it any easier to..."
"N-no, I'm sorry. Or... for not knocking. I sh-should have knocked. If... uh... if you want I can, uh... find a mirror, or?"
He stuttered over his words, unable to speak. For a moment you worried you had overstepped a boundary, setting off a comfort issue within him. But as you took note of his body language, there were several things that told another story. The sweat that had threatened to form when he complimented you earlier was now trickling down his temples. Following down his body, you noted his arms were straight and tense, stuck to his side. His fists clenched into tight balls, twitching as he tried to distract himself. And then, the most telling of all, the distinct tenting at the front of his brown pants, a bulge that held no secrets. You wondered if he had even noticed how visible it was.
"Hmm... no, actually. I don't need a mirror. Could you just tell me..."
With your fingers resting on the legs of the glasses, you pulled them down the bridge of your nose, looking over the tops at him and batting your eyelids.
"... do they suit me? How do I look, Eddie?"
As he stammered, his brain running through all the different words he could use, you pushed them back up again, slowly, as sultry as you could musternow that your own cheeks were threatening to go beet red, flattered by the kind of control you clearly had over him.
"They... they, uh... definitely look g-good... or better, even... I mean..."
You stood up and he whimpered, the threat of your body coming closer to him as you took a step out from behind the desk enough to silence him, to put him out of the misery of finding the right words to finish his sentence. Although, there were several short breaths that he choked on as you forced a wiggle onto your hips, relishing the way his eyes flitted up and down your body, then away from you entirely as he chastised himself for daring to take a glance.
"It's a shame, I thought maybe I'd be able to see clearly, but they're making things a bit blurry. Which means I can't see you properly, and you can't see me very well either, I guess."
Stopping in front of him, your body as close to his as possible without being pressed tight to him, you removed the frames and placed them back on his face, tucking his hair carefully behind his ear and tidying up the loose strands that fell to his forehead as his breath hitched and released in a breathy sigh.
"There, they definitely look much better on you, I think. Very handsome."
As your hand finished adjusting the legs behind his slightly protruding ears, you brought it round to his cheek where you rested it. Gazing into his eyes, you felt your own giddy heartbeat in your chest, could feel the heat of Eddie's gaze settle on your body in spite of himself. You let out a gentle exhale, a soft, almost imperceptible moan coming with it. And as the sound filled the room, you let your hand fall to his neck, tracing his collarbone and down his shirt, fingers settling on the end of his tie, which you tugged softly with a wink. Eddie responded with a sharp squeal, immediately stepping back from you and pursing his lips. Behind the lenses of his glasses, you could see slight panic on his face, and you followed his hands as they fell to the bottom of his grey labcoat, trying to pull it down to cover the slight wet patch that had begun to form on the front of his pants.
Before he could rush back out of the door, you caught his sleeve, holding his wrist.
"It's fine, Eddie. We can pretend that without your glasses, I didn't even notice that."
He nodded, a frown forming.
"Don't be embarrased, I'll take it as a compliment."
Your eyes flitted down to his crotch, the bulge still pressing towards the fabric of his pants.
"A huge compliment at that."
"Oh, goodness..."
Another gulp, another soft squeak as his knees began to buckle under him, and his hand tried to grab the wall, stabilising himself as you walked back to the desk with a wide, smug grin.
hello finnie i am very kindly asking for kissing as a distraction with btas edward thank you
Take A Break
BTAS!Riddler x GN!Reader, word count: 650
i am being so brave right now because this is the first thing i've properly written for this absolute sweetheart SO I HOPE IT'S OK!! 💚
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minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: really just fluff, and some kissing, and a tiny bit of teasing
Eddie removed his deep green bowler hat and tossed it to the side, letting his gloved fingers run through his soft, red hair. Leaning back on the chair he let out a deep exhale, staring, unblinking, at the screen in front of him. The screeds of code, line upon line, made your head hurt to look at, and you could tell he was getting the same way. As he dragged his hands down his face, he settled one on his chin, scratching at it as he looked at the monitors.
Coming from behind him, you draped your arms around his shoulders, laying your palms flat on his chest and feeling him lean further back into you. He tilted his head up and offered you a weak smile.
“Please, my dear. No distractions. If I’m to finish this project on time, then I need to reserve all of my focus for it.”
Not one to take no for an answer, you sighed dramatically as you circled him, perching on the desk between him and the screens. Avoiding any eye contact, you brushed at the lapels of his suit jacket, straightening them out and smoothing them down as you used the pretence to make lingering physical contact with him. He watched you intensely, savouring each soft brush of your fingers against him, biting the inside of his cheek in a bid to keep himself from losing focus on what was important.
But he could feel himself coming undone regardless as he watched your fingertips take hold of the end of his tie, untucking it from his buttoned jacket and playing with it as you leaned closer. You ran the toe of your shoe up the front of his leg, a slight movement, almost imperceptible but outrageously flirtatious nonetheless. That kind of understated, almost innocent kind of teasing drove him wild, and you could tell it was working now. His cheeks flushed a soft pink and his eyes lingered on your hands.
Just as quickly as you had him under your spell, however, he shook himself out of it, placing his hands over yours and pushing them away gently. He cupped them for a moment longer, smiling warmly, if not exasperated.
“My sweet, I appreciate the sentiments, but I really must get this finished.”
Shuffling past you, he tucked himself back under the desk, continuing to type out the code for his videogame, furrowing his brow and closing his eyes tight each time a wave of pain from the developing headache crossed him.
“You’re a stubborn man, Mister Nygma.”
He chuckled softly, neither confirming nor denying it. You stood up from the desk and let your hand find his face, caressing it softly as you walked behind him again. Leaning into his ear, you spoke quieter.
“And you’re very lucky that you’re so adorable.”
A soft kiss was placed on his cheek, before you moved to the other side of his head.
“Otherwise, I might not put up with you.”
Another kiss on this cheek now, lingering longer as you let your hands fall down his front once more, slowly toying with the buttons on his shirt before loosening one completely. At your insistence, Eddie finally got up from his seat, turning to you, grabbing your elbows and pulling you into an embrace as his lips found yours.
He held you to him, warm and firm, as he let a soft sigh out against your mouth, his hand reaching to the back of your head to keep you still, not wanting you to pull away before he was satisfied. As soon as he eased off you moved back, taking in a deep breath and watching a smile curl up on the corners of his mouth.
“Perhaps a distraction was necessary.”
“Hm… has it cured your headache?”
“Not completely, but I think I know what would.”
A mischievous grin brought out your own smile as he took your hand and led you out of the room.
Young Justice!Riddler x GN!Reader, word count: 600
is this a record time for me replying to a request? maybe! but i just had FEELINGS IMMEDIATELY i told y'all i liked fists 💚
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minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: lil tiny bit of angst but then fluff fluff fluff
With an admittedly overdramatic huff, Eddie tossed his head back and then groaned. For all that he was a genius, with intelligent plan after intelligent plan, his luck seemed to work against him more often than not. He wasn’t all that great at successfully following through with his schemes. At least now, with you as his assistant, he was getting better at escaping capture, but that wasn’t ever the end result he envisioned. He didn’t want to have to run. He wanted to win.
“I can’t do anything right. Not even the simplest things. I’m entirely pathetic.”
“Eddie, that’s not fair. None of your plans are simple. You’re far too smart to do anything simply.”
A small smile tried to curl up at the side of his mouth, but his self-esteem was running closer to empty than usual, a considerable feat given that its neutral state was close to zero. It killed you to see him like this, because you knew he was so much more than he thought of himself. To you, he was everything.
It was the sweet way you’d been able to watch his crush on you develop that had you swooning over him. The way he watched you as you worked, when he thought you couldn’t see him sneaking glances. The way he enjoyed listening to you speak about what you had been working on, watching your lips move, taking in every word. How his face blushed when your hands touched, or when you complimented his work. How his breath shuddered when you giggled at his puns, relishing in the sickeningly sweet way his adorable lisp made the words sound. You were falling for him too, but it was a predicament you were trying not to find yourself in.
As his assistant, you felt it wasn’t appropriate to act on your feelings. But in this particular moment, it felt like perhaps, stroking his ego a bit and taking a risk might be all that was left to pull him out of the spiral he was threatening to sink further into. So, you swallowed your nerves and stuttered over his name.
“Eddie. Do you value me?”
He snapped his attention towards you, eyes wide, his own problems to the wayside while he focused on this new issue.
“Of course I do!”
“And you don’t think I’m an idiot.”
“I… I would never think that. For starters, I would never have hired someone to work on such important projects who couldn’t have been trusted intellectually to-”
“I wouldn’t stoop so low as to associate with someone who was pathetic. I wouldn’t work with someone who was pathetic, would I?”
“Well…”
He considered his words carefully, avoiding eye contact as he tried to pressure his big brain to think of the right thing to say.
“… you might.”
“I wouldn’t admire someone pathetic though? I wouldn’t value them, I wouldn’t enjoy spending time with them, I wouldn’t find them sweet, or handsome? And I certainly wouldn’t kiss someone pathetic though, would I? I’m better than that, aren’t I?”
“I… of course… but what does that have-”
With your hands on his cheeks, holding him before he could pull away, you pressed your lips to his, his soft, almost pathetic, whimper muffled against the embrace as you felt his body melt into yours. You pulled back with a smile, letting him catch his breath, blinking slowly as his glasses defogged.
OK, so teasing Gotham Eddie, by touching, ginding, making out until he's begging but as soon as you get your hands on him properly he just... explodes. He gets all shy and embarrassed but there's nothing to be embarrassed about.
Embarrassed
Gotham!Riddler x GN!Reader, word count: 800
ok this was PERFECT this is exactly the kind of scenario i go wild for i love it ;-; 💚
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minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: flirting, lil bit of some prem. ejac, shy!eddie
Nobody ever came into the records room except for you and Eddie, so there was very little chance of interruption. Which made it the perfect space for your meet-ups, hushed kisses and giggles as you tried to keep your hands off of each other, neither of you too keen to completely step over the boundaries of appropriate workplace behaviour.
But as you pulled Eddie’s tie, bringing him closer to you, you could feel the urge to keep this going. His body was warm, hard pressed to yours as you wrapped your legs around him. Where you sat on the desk, you were at the perfect height to feel the steadily growing bulge at the front of his brown slacks, teasing at your own sex.
With a soft gasp, he tried to pull back from you, but you kept him imprisoned between your thighs. He stuttered softly, fidgeting with his glasses and trying to tidy his hair while you smiled up at him.
“I’m not interrupting you, am I, Eddie? You don’t have something you need to rush back to?”
Another soft stammer, unusually short on words, but he managed to strangle some out.
“What if… what if someone comes in?”
“What if?”
“Well… we wouldn’t want to be caught doing… this… at work…”
You giggled at the soft blush that crossed his cheek, still playing with the end of his tie and pulling it slowly, carefully, trying to get him closer to you without him noticing. But it didn’t work. Eddie placed his hands over yours and pressed a soft kiss to your knuckles before he stood back completely. You tossed your head back, sighing out loud and swinging yourself off of the desk.
“Fine! Have it your way, Mister Nygma.”
Eddie smiled at you, gratefully so, and straightened out his shirt as he spoke.
“I did offer to come in here to help you organise the filing cabinets, remember? Perhaps we should get started on that?”
As he looked around at the chaos of the room, you smiled warmly at him as you teased.
“My hero!”
Taking in the same view as he did, you crossed your arms in front of you and hummed as you contemplated where you might even begin. No one had worked in here for the longest time, and with Edward otherwise preoccupied, he had been too busy to maintain it, though he had wanted to.
“So, where do we start then, Eddie?”
“I would… suggest… this one here!”
He gestured enthusiastically with both hands to the cabinet in front of him, but before he could step to it, you squeezed in front of him, standing between it and him, your back to his chest. And then slowly, cruelly, you bent at the waist, pretending to be none the wiser of your positioning against Eddie’s front as you hooked your fingers into the small metal handle of the drawer.
Tugging it, you pulled hard, sending you bumping backwards into him.
“Oops!”
Turning to him, you offered a mischievous smile as you winked.
“I don’t think that was entirely accidental.”
Focusing back towards the drawers, you adopted a slightly sarcastic tone.
“You really are very perceptive, Mister Nygma.”
You bent down further, a slight wiggle as you brought yourself back up again, and another slow drag of your rear against his tented pants as you continued the same movement, only stopping when Ed grabbed your hips and steadied you.
“Please… I don’t… someone might see.”
“Good.”
You turned around again, facing him as you unbuttoned your shirt slowly.
“I… I don’t know how much more of this I can take… please…”
“Oh! Ok!”
You started doing the buttons back up, but he was quick to place his hand around your wrist.
“No! No… just… j-just… I… I…”
His breath hitched each time he tried to inhale deep enough to fill his lungs, his forehead starting to sweat as you loosened the final button, throwing your shirt to the side of your body. And with a slight, satisfied hum, you brought your palm to the impressive bulge.
No sooner had you felt the thick, stiffness of his length against you, though, you were taken aback by the wailing sound he let out. A groan that tapered into soft whimpers as Eddie balanced himself, legs trembling, against the wall behind him.
“Oh dear… oh dear… oh… g-golly… that’s…”
He removed his glasses, rubbing at his eyes, trying to prevent the sweat from dripping into them.
“I’m… so embarrassed…”
He refused to make eye contact with you until you had taken his face in your hands and pressed your nose to his.
“Embarrassed? Eddie… there’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”
“You’re not… d-disappointed? Or… ?”
“I am a little bit. Seems like a waste when I was perfectly willing to receive that. But there’s always next time.”
His lips curled into a hopeful, lopsided smile as you kissed them.
