Kinktober 2025 - Day Eight❓
ft. Dano!Riddler (Batman 2022) Day 8 - Webcam, Free Use, Cages
Warnings: Nsfw (MDNI), web-cam livestream, cages / reader is locked up at one point, aspects of free-use and BDSM, p in v, fingers, mask kink, consensual but reader is under his influence so slight power imbalance, he's sweet on you, mention of idolatry, mentions of canon typical crimes / violence, mentions of mania/delusions of grandeur Synopsis: Edward is the most brilliant man you've ever known--you were so blessed to be his, and for him to be yours. You'd do anything for him...even in front of his dozens of fans. Word Count: 2251
Stack x Fem!Reader (nsfw)
A/N: I'm literally obsessed with him, for your information--probably OOC in this prompt but whatever i tried LOL-- i usually imagine him awkward and more simpy, super obsessed / smitten with the object of his affection...anyways, here's probably one of the kinker things ive written dADSFASDF we're baptized by fire i guess hehe
You curled up on yourself, hugging your knees to your chest as you hunched uncomfortably, head ducked low. Despite the blanket bundled up around you, you were freezing and desperately wishing the radiator would kick on to heat the drafty room. It was dark, all the lights off, and you had been alone for far longer than you would have like to endure.
As if by fate, there came the sound of keys jingling in the door’s lock, and you craned you neck to look. The deadbolt shifted loudly, the door knob turned, and silhouetted against the light of the apartment hallway was a bulkily dressed man.
He strode in, locking the door behind him and tossing his apartment keys on the side table near the entrance. He didn’t bother to kick off his tactical boots, and they thudded against the dusty floorboard. He walked into the next room where you sat, a pitiful sight.
Your eyes lifted to meet the ones behind clear framed glasses, and you perked up slightly, attention completely on him. Edward.
He had the soft, round face of someone entirely unassuming, looking sweet even. Though, you knew first hand what sort of dark secrets and twisted intellect resided in that brain of his. Regardless, you felt a wave of relief as he entered, glancing to the corner of the room where your cage was, a small smile forming on his lips.
“Look at you,” he cooed. It would have been condescending if he didn’t look so pleased to see you. He approached, boots heavy with every footfall, and reached a hand between the bars of the cage to stroke your hair tenderly. “Are you happy I’m home, sweetheart?”
You nodded, eyes flitting to where his other hand clutched a plastic bag at his side. He followed your gaze, and withdrew his hand. “Just some supplies,” he explained, reading the question in your expression. “For next time.” You didn’t have to wonder what ‘next time’ meant—all you had to do was look on the news to know that everyone was clamoring about when and where the next Riddler attack would take place.
They called him a radical extremist, an urban terrorist preying over Gotham…but you knew him for who he really was: a visionary, serving justice and pointing a light at the corruption that plagued the city. And, more than that, he was your Edward—brilliant and soft-spoken, and utterly devoted to you.
Edward reached a hand down to unlock the latches of your cage, stepping back so you could crawl out and stretch the limbs that had been cramped for too long. “Sorry I’m home late,” Edward apologized. “There was a shooting at one of the downtown stops—it delayed the whole subway schedule.” He set his bag of goodies on the cluttered coffee table, before turning to walk towards his computer set up.
“We’ll have to eat dinner after the stream,” he hummed, contrite. “It’s scheduled for 8:00pm.” You rose to your feet slowly to follow after him, wanting to be close after being separated for so long. You kneeled down next to his chair so you could rest your head in his lap, and he lowered a hand to stroke you as his other clicked away.
After a few more minutes of clicking and typing, Edward had logged onto his secure, encrypted website. The whole process honestly confused the hell out of you, and it only made you respect him all the more for knowing the ins and outs of computer science and hacking. He really was a genius, and the reminder never ceased to make you swell with pride for being his and vice versa.
Edward rose from the chair, walking to the side of the room to dress into his infamous garb. You watched him don the mask so many dreaded and feared—the face behind the movement, which reaped violence against the rats of the city. All of it Edward had symbolically designed, meticulously orchestrated, and filmed for all to see.
As he strapped in and covered up all of his identifiable features, you saw his figure bulk up with the layered fabric and leather. More so, you saw the shift in him that never ceased to amaze you—Edward was set aside now, and the Riddler had come out to play.
He reached a glove towards you, and you stood still while his hands gently maneuvered a little black, lacey mask over your face. He felt it necessary to protect your identity as well, seeing as you were now an extension of him, his sweetheart. He would always take care of you; always make sure you were safe and looked after.
The Riddler patted your head, before stalking past you to sit back down at his computer chair. You laid nearby, languidly stretching your body along the couch, sighing contentedly as you watched him work. He set up the camera, clicked a few more buttons, and soon the red light had flickered on.
“Greetings, everyone,” his voice garbled out, the voice modulator making him sound deeper and more frightening than the man who usually spoke so softly to you. “I’ve got something real special for you tonight. Something they didn’t want you to see.”
You listened as the Riddler began his manic diatribes, informing his loyal followers of the latest updates. Eventually, growing bored, you tuned him out, deciding to leaf through the latest book he’d brought you: The Shock Doctrine by Naomi Klein.
Around an hour had passed as you went about your nightly routine, the deep sound of his voice lending a pleasant ambience to your reading. Then, startling you from your book, you heard that intimidating voice—comforting and familiar—call your name.
You glanced up quickly, looking at him. The red light was still on, the stream ongoing, and yet he had his chair turned to look at you. The blue glow of the monitors cast him in a rim light, though the lenses of his glasses seemed to glow as it reflected back. Raising a hand, he crooked his finger at you, silently beckoning you over.
You marked your page and set your book aside, obediently rising from the couch and walking over to him. As you approached, you could see the chat on the side of the screen receiving new messages, the viewers evidently delighted by your appearance.
Jus$tice_anycost: she’s finally back on stream! Thought the system got her lolz XD Eyeswideopen98: She looks so pretty in her new mask omg o///o WakeUpG0th@m: Yo, he’s got a girl?? I’m new /srs Eyeswideopen98: @ WakeUpG0th@m yea, she gets the mission, she’s chill Riddlemesaved: not the only thing she ‘gets’ ;) Rattrapsss: ngl, sometimes I like her voice more than his LOL Riddlemesaved: fuck, those tits always get me…
The Riddler turned his head to read, his hands absent-mindedly trailing your thighs and your ass. There never was a need for him to ask your permission. You were happy to service the one you loved whenever he desired your touch.
His eyes seemed to shine with delight as the waves of compliments rolled your way. He thought his devoted followers were so lucky to see your luminous beauty. “You’ve got fans,” he spoke lowly, the sound growling out of the modulator. His traveling hands dipped into your waist band, and he pulled your shorts down without much warning or fanfare. “C’mere.”
You let him pull you into his lap, your ass planted on one thigh as he helped hook your legs around the armrests. Spread open now for the blinking red camera light, you blushed a little, and gave the fans a bashful smile. His chest flush to your back, you heard his breath coming out heavy and hot through the holes in his mask.
Jus$tice_anycost: Damn look at that, her panties are already soaked… Riddlemesaved: @ Ju$tice_anycost, cause she’s always ready to be used xxx WakeUpG0th@m: Hooooly shit…
A small whine sounded in your throat as one of his hands wrapped around to rub against your clothed pussy. Two leather-covered fingers circled the wet fabric, a filthy sight. More messages flooded in, eager and lustful directed at the two of you.
“Isn’t she so beautiful?” came his throaty garbled voice behind you. “So good to me.”
Eyeswideopen98: She’s perfect for him… Rattrapsss: can we see??? <3
You sighed softly as he removed his hand from you, lifting the glove up to your face. He patted your cheek gently, before nudging the tip of the glove between your teeth. “Bite,” he ordered, and you obeyed. Slowly, you tugged the glove from his hand, revealing his fingers, thick and dexterous from all that typing. You opened your mouth, letting the glove fall limply to the floor.
His hand returned to your pussy, and gently it pulled the fabric of your panties aside to reveal your sex, bare and dripping with arousal. The Riddler glanced up to read the messages in the chat, before a throaty, dark chuckle vibrated against your back. “Guess we’ll be online for a little while longer,” he spoke, and then he pushed two digits into you knuckle-deep.
A soft, draw out moan left your lips as he gently fucked you with his fingers. You felt the leather of his mask press against your neck as he took in a deep, ragged breath. You could feel the firmness of his erection against your ass, poking you. You wiggled your ass against it slightly, feeling pent up and a little cheeky.
Your sweet Edward gasped at the feeling, and the sound made your heart flutter. But soon, the Riddler was placing a firm hand on your hip, the other fumbling with his belt as he struggled to undo the zipper and buttons there.
WakeUpG0th@m: fuck, this is so hot Eyeswideopen98: he’s the riddle, she’s the answer… Riddlemesaved: yesss, this is my favorite part…!
You felt his hot breath panting against the back of your neck as he freed his cock, and eagerly positioned himself up against you. With his back leaned against the chair, he lowered your hips down so he speared you onto him inch by inch. Your face screwed up with the intrusion, a small cry escaping you once he was fully hilted, the head of his cock nestled against your cervix.
His hand moved north to your chest, and he squeezed your breasts through your shirt. With a strangled groan, he began to move, rolling his hips up into you as he grinded against your ass. His cock was covered in your slick, the sight gleaming against the bright light of his set up.
“A-Ah,” you gasped, your hands clinging onto the armrests for dear life as he picked up the pace, hips snapping against you.
“Damn, you’re so fucking tight. So perfect for me,” he gritted out, pumping into you with enthusiastic zeal. He used you freely, and you loved every second of it. You tried to read the onslaught of comments popping in the chat, but you couldn’t make out more than a few words—you were too drunk on the feeling of his cock pistoning into you.
“Oh my god,” you drew the words out in a breathless moan, and you felt his hands flex into the dips of your hips.
“Yes,” he growled out. “I am your god.” His hips punctuated each syllable harshly, and you gasped at each thrust.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” you sobbed out as he fell into a wild frenzy, fucking into you so hard you were certain you would be sore later. But he was too intoxicating, moaning so deliciously in your ear, that your pleasure was building at an alarming rate.
“W-Wait, I…mmm, I-I’m—” you babbled out nonsensically, but he didn’t ease up his brutal pace. Your eyes screwed shut and you bit down on your bottom lip. The sound of his balls slapping against you tipped you over the edge—the pleasure was all too much.
You came with a cry, clear liquid squirting from you as it hit the edge of the desk and wetted his keyboard. Edward’s hand flew to your clit, rubbing furiously to extend your orgasm, sending droplets this way and that, making an utter mess of the chair and computer.
Within seconds he was pulling out to shoot pearlescent ropes of cum all over your skin, his climax ripping through him violently as he choked out a strained, muffled sound. You leaned your head back against his shoulder as he gently slapped his cock against your folds, spreading his cum around so that it mixed with your own juices.
Jus$tice_anycost: annnnnd im saving this one to my desktop folder… :P Riddlemesaved: guys I just came so fucking hard I thought I died for a sec Eyeswideopen98: otp (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )づ♡
You felt your lover shift beneath you, hugging you to his chest as he leaned forward. His hand moved for the mouse, and he read the comments. His eyes crinkled slightly in what must have been a satisfied smile. “Thanks everyone for attending tonight’s meeting,” he spoke, his altered voice deep and content. “That’s all for now, so be sure to tune in next time for more info on our next rally.”
He clicked his mouse a few times, one arm wrapped around your waist to keep your limp body upright against him. You focused on steadying your breathing, and craned your next to kiss his cheek. With that, the little red light flickered off.
