#twojar!riddler

[finniestoncrane]

That's My Girl

TWOJAR!Riddler x Female!Reader, word count: 1.5k HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY WONDERFUL FRIEND @riddlemeri i love you so much, i'm so glad i met you and i'm so grateful for you every day 💚 this is for a request ri sent in and uh yeah i just wanted to fuck him oops, happy birthday i guess oops 💚🎉🐧 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: ok so cunnilingus, praise!kink, piv sex, desk sex, fingering a little bit, doggy style, blowjobs, and i think that's it...?

Returning to the office, silent nods of approval from Edward’s other employees marking your grand return, you felt a sense of accomplishment, pride. It had been hard to commit yourself to criminality, the inevitable punishments that would follow, but you’d do anything for Eddie, anything to be Edward Nygma’s most trusted friend, and more. And as you returned to him, the necessary first part of his plans set up, you couldn’t help but smile. Entering his office, you practically skipped over to him, his feet resting on the desk pulled down, elbows replacing them on the tabletop, his chin resting on his hands as he watched you perch on the edge.

“Done?”

“All done!”

“Well done.” There was limited perceptible emotion behind the words, but you could see the glimmer in his eyes as he let a small smile creep up on one side of his mouth.

“Well…what now?”

He lifted his elbows, leaning back in the chair, his arms outstretched.

“Now, baby, we enjoy the feeling of peace and accomplishment, because it won’t last.”

“How so?”

“Well, we’re about to go to war.”

His smile was slightly wider as he explained it to you, a little bit mocking but sweet either way, and you found yourself leaning into him, taking a couple of steps towards him as you spoke.

“Huh…I never really considered the inevitable risks. I was too caught up in all of the excitement!”

“Well, now we can sit back and relax.”

Tossing your head back, you sighed a little, clenching your fists and grinning at him as you looked back to him.

“I don’t think I can, Ed! I’m way too full of adrenaline! I want to plan, I want to scheme, I want to…”

You cut yourself off before you sounded desperate, but it was too late because he knew what you wanted. Silently, and with his finger curling towards you, he called you to him, grabbing your hips and settling you into his lap, removing one of his hands to brush the hair from your face, his hand ghosting against the side of your face, resting on your cheek as he kissed you, pressing his lips to yours.

With your hands on his chest, open shirt pushed to the side, he leaned back in the chair, raising you up and pressing his hands around your ass, gripping your cheeks, sliding to the underside of your thighs and pushing under your skirt. Holding your closer, your chest against his and your hands around his neck, he moaned and you giggled against his lips. His fingers dug into your thighs as he lifted you up, dropping you down on the desk.

He pushed up your skirt, bunching it around your hips, fingers slipping into your underwear and pulling them down, fingernails dragging into your thighs as he removed them. Holding your ankles, he kissed up your leg, pulling himself closer to the desk, pulling your body closer to him on the desk. A satisfied hum emanated from his mouth as he pressed a kiss to either side of your cunt, against the tops of your thighs, his hands moving up and under your shirt, smoothing over your stomach, lifting your shirt up as he went, yanking the cups of your bra down and exposing your breasts with a low growl, letting his fingers trace around your nipples, your moans spurring him on as he groaned in chorus. Straining his upper half, he reached to place a kiss to your abdomen, one on your mound, and one on your lips, swollen in anticipation.

His breath was heavy, warm against your cunt, as he held his tongue against you, flat and wide, a wave of intense pleasure flowing over your body, breath shuddering as he laughed at the effect he had on you, the vibration of the sound over your pussy. He looked up at you briefly, dragging his tongue from the bottom to the top, lifting it off, strands of his drool and your slick falling to his chin before he dipped it back in between your folds, lapping at you, dipping into you, hungry for your taste.

You brought your hand to the back of his head, pushing him further into you as he pressed his thumb to your hood, teasing it back to expose your clit, running the tip of his tongue over it, flicking fast and making small circles as you hitched your hips into him.

“Good girl, use me.”

The words were muffled, barely a second to get them out before his mouth was around you again, your hand forcing him closer, deeper. His appreciative groans rumbled through you as you ground his face into you, his strong jaw moving up and down, two of his fingers dipping inside of you as he licked and sucked, dangerously close to pulling an orgasm from you. He only ceased when you started shaking and whispering his name.

He stopped, panting as he looked up at you, wiping his chin with the back of his hand, lop-sided smile and blow out pupils as he stared, desperate, wild. Pushing back from the desk, he got himself onto his feet, staring down at you as you giggled, face blushing as he removed his shirt completely.

Edward loosened his belt, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, letting it all fall to the floor with an oddly erotic thud. He dipped his fingers below the band of his underwear, and as you stared at the bulge, he released himself, his length bobbing as it was jostled from the tight fabric. Palming himself, cock hard, twitching as he stared at you, devouring you with his eyes. As he moved towards you again, leaning in to kiss you, you could feel the stiffness of his length pressed against you, guiding the head of his cock into you, inching deeper as he took your hands in his and held them against the desk above your head.

“Oh…god…you feel…so good…”

You clenched, muscles tensing at his words. Nothing made you feel better than when he complimented you, any modicum of praise you received sent chills down your spine.

“You’re…hng…taking me…mmm…so well…”

He was letting himself enter you further, until his abdomen met your body, moving in and out, soft smacks echoing in the room, his enthusiastic grunts spilling forth from his soft lips as he rocked into you, one arm around your back as he cradled you, holding you up, your foreheads pressed together.

With Edward this close to you, his grunts rang through your body, pulling your orgasm closer as you listened to the sweet sounds he made as he pushed himself into you, your walls tightening around him as your fingers gripped the edge of the desk, knuckles white as your whines grew louder, closer and closer to your orgasm.

“Wait…baby…you’re too good…this is so good…”

He brought his thumb to your clit, his cock still pumping in and out of you as you whimpered at his touch. Laughing breathily, clinging to his composure, he ran his other thumb along your cheek.

“Is this…ok?”

You could barely find the concentration to nod, your body so tense, filled with him.

“You’re beautiful…fuck…”

He whispered his testaments of love to you, rutting into you, his thumb rubbing circles against your clit still, your whining and pleading driving him close to orgasm, and you weren’t far from it yourself, something he could send as you let your nails sink into his back, moaning his name over and over as he clung to you.

“Do it…do it for me…ah…good girl…”

His mouth was over yours as you came, kissing you and muffling your screams. You rode the waves of your orgasm, his thrusts gentler, but still drawing more from you, your slick covering his cock, his own moans louder, heavy panting and whimpering. He slid out completely, grabbing your hand and pulling you up on to your feet, your legs shaking under you.

“Be a good girl, hm?”

You sank to your knees in front of him. Edward stood before you, gripping his length, slick, wet cock in his hand, tightened fist pumping up and down, your own reaching for it and taking over. You ran your tongue over his flushed head, wrapping your lips around it and sliding them down the shaft, tasting yourself on him, his head tilted back as he whined, your cheeks hollowing around him.

“Good…girl…such…hng...a good…huh…girl…”

He strained his neck up, head tilted back as his thighs tensed, mouth open to let a grunt out, chest heaving as he came, hips jutting, his seed spilling into you at the back of your throat, warm, thick, pleasantly salty. You swallowed it completely, smiling up at him as he grabbed your chin, tilting you to look up at him, stroking your cheek softly, looking into your eyes.

“That’s it, that’s my girl.”

Smiling down at you, he reached to help you up, holding your body in his arms as he kissed at your neck, brushing the hair out of the way and moaning against your skin.

“So good, so beautiful. You’ve done so well.”

You laughed, leaning all of your weight into him, forcing him to hold you up completely.

“Because of that?”

“Because of everything…everything.”

[riddle-me-ri]

My first attempt at a Riddler x reader fic, halp

This is still a real REAL work in progress, but I am liking where it is going so far, and wanted to post what I had. I do plan on finishing this eventually, it’s only meant to be a one-shot anyway, but here’s a snippet! 

I just really wanted to post something too..so yeah there’s that 

Also this is more towards twojar! Riddler, it’s basically an alternate course of actions after he gets shot by Joker. 

“Care to explain how you got yourself in this situation?” 

“Riddle me this, in a tunnel of darkness lies a beast of iron. It can only attack when pulled back..what is it?”

“A bullet, yeah, you got shot. I get that. But why? By who? When you escaped?”

Despite having an open gunshot wound, Edward manages a chuckle. Quickly followed with a pained cough. You quickly applied more pressure as you continue tweezing for the slug in your significant other’s abdomen. 

“Far from it, my dear. In fact, the guards let me go...willingly.”

No matter what the situation, uncompromising or not, Edward always found a reason to give a smug smirk. You don’t even want to know what or how he pulled that off. 

“Still doesn’t answer my question, Eddie..” You point out.

At that moment, you manage to remove the bloody FMJ bullet. Your eyes grew wide, as Edward returns your expression with a content smile. There was your answer. 

“You visited the Joker I see...” You sigh as you place the bullet on the blood soak wash rag on the coffee table. 

“Very clever my darling. Indeed I visited our tormented clow-AH-”

“Sorry, just let me close this wound.” You are pretty pissed that he went to see Joker and not you as soon as he escaped, but as always with Ed, he had a logical explanation for everything he does. 

Nevertheless, his life is in your hands at the moment, and you knew you were one of the few if not the only one he trusted with his life. 

He needs to watch his next words...very carefully. At least as long as he didn’t want his wound to get infected...

“The Joker can’t laugh. It’s obvious, he has hit everything from theaters to comedy clubs and stand-up performances.”

“And that is your concern why?” You inquire as you start finishing the stitching.

You begin to grab to turn around to grab the bandages, but Edward grasped your wrists to prevent you from completing your task. 

“I went to him, to make an offer I thought he couldn’t refuse. I offered a solution. For us to team up against the Batman...”

“But instead he gave you a slug in the gut and bleeding out?” You continue to grab for the bandages, but he stops you again as he makes a stand, walking towards to bathroom. 

However, not without grabbing the scalpel you put out. 

“A misstep,” He replies, “but it doesn’t change anything, not my plans anyway...”

“And what exactly is this plan of yours, Eddie?” You ask.

Riddle me this, what is crazier? A murderous humorless clown or a man with a penchant for solving every and any problems, to the point to were he wants to help said murderous humorless clown..?