#bu riddler

arkham

an entirely foreign concept to him. both sleep and the specific clothes used for sleep. he's prone to falling asleep standing up in his regular clothes. if you manage to get him to rest, he'll perhaps slide his boots off, maybe remove his belts (or just one) and his gloves. if he's really sleepy, you'll get him in a vest and boxers combo SOCKS STILL ON. if you've managed to tire him out then he'll sleep completely naked and not complain once about the cold because he'll probably still be sweating and warm

dano

he's definitely someone who sees the value in switching clothes depending on the action. it's like changing into a specific uniform for him. mask and jacket on? murder job. suit and tie? office job. bootleg batman t-shirt from a market stall and sweatpants he's owned since he was a teenager? sleep job. in the clammy gotham summer he'll switch out for a pair of old boxers or shorts

zero year

he wears nothing to bed, why would he? he's never going to be caught unawares, so why should he bother sleeping with unnerwears (hehe). if he has to get up or he has company, he'll maybe throw his shirt on to offer some decency, since there's not much chance of you seeing anything even if he reaches up. but if you're lucky and you get to spend the night with him, you'll have every chance to gaze in adoration at his perfect (by his standards) physique

telltale

honk shoo mimi hat and an ebeneezer scrooge long robe. not really, but close. like he has the monogrammed 100% egyptian cotton pyjama shirt with the perfectly ironed matching pants, the robe that says "why have you disturbed my slumber you imbecile" and the slippers of someone who while they are indeed flexible and able for their age, have the grippy soles of someone who understands that all that could disappear with one stumble

twojar

he really does sleep in nothing but the tiniest little briefs, just to give him a sense of modesty. being fully naked feels like it takes away from the importance of his beautifully sculpted torso, and covering a little bit of himself means there's at least a little surprise, something left to your imagination. he'll pair it with a silky robe if it's chilly when he gets up to scheme while drinking some nasty protein shake

gotham

he's another that wears a vest to bed BUT while he does wear one under his shirt during the day, he changes into a clean one for bed because his sheets are fucking immaculate (who irons bed sheets? he does. edward does.) he pairs this slightly looser fitting vest with some brushed cotton full length checkered pj bottoms and some very old man slippers for extra comfort

btaa

there's just something about him to me that says he either sleeps whole ass naked OR in a question-mark covered onesie with one of those little flaps for his butt. there's no in between. and he literally sees nothing weird about that at all so neither should you!! also, if it's a onesie night, then it stays ON. but you're welcome to unbutton the flap to get freaky

young justice

i wish he wore feety pyjamas because i think he'd look adorable BUT i think he's more likely to indulge in a goofy pair of branded pjs for some piece of media he has loved since childhood. a comfort interest to take to bed with him. it's also one of the easiest things to gift him!! he also buys the terrible christmas themed ones too every year, can't help himself

batman unburied

oh his fancy ass is never wearing prison issue jimmy jams again, he is out here spending an inordinate amount of money on pyjamas. he lives for comfort. fashionable comfort. you name a pair of influencer pyjamas and he HAS them. and the good thing is that you can also wear them because he has so many brand new never worn pairs that once he's got you out of your clothes and done his filthy deeds with your body, you can take your pick to cover yourself back up!!

btas

btas

he owns one wand that he claims is for massage if anyone else finds it, but you know he bought it and had it custom painted for you. a dark purple head, a forest green handle, and the perfect settings for making both you and him scream in delight

telltale

everything he owns can be used without being plugged in, just in case he has to power his various gadgets while still pleasing you. think anal beads, clamps, pinwheels, anything a little bit painful and manual

dano

handcuffs, duct tape, carpet tool. they are sexual to him. he will use the same items on you as he does his victims. getting some dried blood on your skin is part of the fun for him. he's never had the bravery to actually buy a proper toy

btaa

he owns a surprisingly large amount of bondage gear, silk, nylon, leather, steel, anything to keep you strapped in and tied down. he also has a large collection of costumes should you wish to borrow any for the evening's play time

zero year

he owns ZERO toys because he is firmly of the belief that his cock/fingers/tongue (when he can be bothered) are all you need to be able to have an adequately satisfying experience. but hey, if you're not going to get off then you could just focus all your attention on him then, because he really doesn't need much

twojar

he owns a pair of fluffy handcuffs and a delicate leather riding crop. he's tried a lot of other things, but sex is less of a preamble for him and more about getting to the main part of the show. he will however indulge in the lightest of bondage and a little bit of impact play, but that's only because he can do that during the rest of sex for the most part

arkham

everything he is hand made and would not pass any kind of safety or regulatory checks. but boy howdy it'll get you there. the vibrations? enough to shake loose your genome sequence. the sizes? enough to stretch you apart to the point of dividing you into two separate beings. the power? it'll outlast you. good luck

btas

he is so happy to try any kind of toy, nothing is too adventurous for him BUT the one he always has to hand, charged, cleaned and ready to go, is his little remote control vibrator. expect to be wearing it a lot. to fancy events, around the house, when he's off at work and you're bereft of him. he's just a little tap of a button away from making you lose yourself. just a little reminder of him

unburied

it's like walking into a sex shop. what doesn't he have would be a better question. and the answer is nothing. it is confusing how he manages to restock so quickly wherever he ends up... but he really does have an extensive catalogue for you to pick and choose from because god forbid he isn't able to bring you to climax five times in the space of an hour

young justice

zero year

kind of loser who gets pussy drunk just glimpsing your cunt

kind of dork who presses two fingers in and sucks on them for ten minutes just for your taste

kind of dweeb who gets fully erect and close to cumming just from the smell of your pussy

kind of asshole who hates being pussy drunk because it makes him seem like he lets himself be controlled by it

which is NOT the alpha male attitude he's trying to cultivate

kind of idiot who might decide that since being pussy drunk isn't the vibe he wants for himself

that maybe anal is the way to go from here on out

gotham

pussy drunk is the only kind he'll tolerate since he doesn't particularly like losing control of himself or his thoughts

(all too easy to either... strangle your crush to death or hallucinate your frienemy/soulmate singing to you otherwise)

anyway he's the kind of guy who could spend 30 minutes eating pussy and then come away actually feeling kind of drunk

complete state of happiness, absolute ecstacy

thinking he's king of the world

not making very much sense

but determined to keep going to chase that feeling

arkham

he's the kind of guy who blames it all on you when he starts forgetting what he's doing

which, to be fair, is correct since it's your pussy he's thinking about

unable to go longer than three minutes without thinking about you and drooling when he's supposed to be working hard

so don't be surprised if you're happily minding your own business hours or even days afterwards

and are swiftly interrupted by him coming in to yell at you

for fifteen uninterrupted minutes mind you

before he asks rather sheepishly if you'd maybe just give him a little bit more of what he's got a taste for

just to see if that helps get it off his mind

telltale

oh he hates the effect you have on him

the notion that a simple, very human act that he's performed with multiple partners before could be so different

could make him completely incapable of stringing together a coherent sentence

could impair his reasoning, his general functions, both mental and physical

that his infatuation with you specifically could have him laying on a bed, drooling, empty mind

it's not going to stop him from going through it all again next time though

he's completely addicted

unburied

he'll pretend that he's not affected at all

pull out of you with the same nonchalant attitude as he would have after brushing his teeth or making a coffee

but buried beneath the sarcasm and the dry exterior...

he's losing it completely, and he secretly likes it

the ability to just let himself be kind of stupefied, with an excellent excuse for it?

no wonder he keeps coming back for more, even if he pretends that it's for your benefit more than his

twojar

absolute fuckin hound for pussy, and will go completely catatonic after sex

needs a good few hours of just holding you while he lays there completely still

just contemplating the world and trying to remember how to walk

keeping at least a finger on your body to keep the room from spinning and to make sure he stays grounded

because he over exerts himself, a lot of frantic, passionate, extremely physical work

and afterwards he needs time to recover from it or he'll do himself an injury

dano

he's literally one good pussy away from being cured

like the minute his dick is wet and you're moaning his name he's a changed man

what plans for revenge? what bombs? what weird traps that he built by himself?

who the fuck even is batman?

you're on the news the next day getting the medal of honour from the city of gotham

you saved lives. your pussy saved lives

your mailbox is filled with little homemade greetings cards afterwards

they're addressed to your pussy, not you

btaa

guess who's in a much better mood for the rest of the week?

as much as she tries to ignore it, miss tuesday can always tell when eddie has been with you

because he is far less grumpy and frustrated for quite a while afterwards

it's nice that you have that kind of power over him

but it does make him insufferably optimistic

which means more work for her when he decides that the grand schemes he thought were terrible and too complicated before he got his dick wet

they're now suddenly completely viable, because he is the greatest man to ever live

young justice

get that man to REHAB he is ADDICTED to pussy and he CANNOT handle it

talk about a lightweight, he's ten seconds inside of you and already unable to form a single though

it's a miracle he knows to keep breathing let alone remembering to thrust

he remembers nothing about anything else in life when he's in the zone, either fucking you or eating you out

basic maths? the ability to speak in sentences? gone

it's a good thing you're moaning his name because he might not remember it otherwise

btas

if he gets a particularly good fuck in then you can guarantee that he is out of commission for at least a couple of days

cheerful, whistling, humming tunes, dancing around his office

and the best part of it is that he knows he's happy, but he can never remember the details of why

because he can get blackout drunk on your cunt

all inhibitions lost

he's muttering words and phrases that he never would otherwise, far too lewd for someone classy and intelligent like him

A beach day didn’t seem like it would be the sort of event that the pale, indoorsy creatures that you loved so much would jump at, but every Riddler you invited had agreed enthusiastically. They were in need of a break, at least you thought, since they worked so hard and diligently, often without a rest even for sleep. So you had scoped out the nicest place you could. Secluded, perfectly private. There was shade with the cabana, plenty of seats, the ideal sand for building sandcastles, a fresh BBQ grill, and sunbeds for anyone who wanted to absorb as much vitamin D as they could. Not to mention, the weather had turned out wonderfully. Warm, tropical, waters that sparkled and clouds that kept just enough of the sun off of them occasionally to offer a short break.

For the Riddlers, though, there was more to this than just relaxation. They had known you for a while now, and each one of them had fallen pathetically, and hopelessly for you. So they jumped at the chance to spend a day basking in the warm sun with you in whatever outfit you planned to wear, which they hoped was slightly more revealing than the baggy t-shirts and sweatpants you usually wore. And when you pulled up to the spot in a slightly tighter t-shirt and shorts, they were more than happy to get a glimpse at your legs and the slightly more descriptive shape of your torso. With that alone, they were all struggling to compose themselves, but when you started to lift your shirt up, their big, smart brains were on fire.

As you lifted up the t-shirt, you revealed larger breasts than any of them, even in the most vivid and wildest dreams, of which there had been plenty, could have dreamed of. Each of them had wondered long and hard about how you looked under your clothes, but they could never had imagined that you would look so perfect. Huge, round breasts covered by the smallest, teeny tiny lime green bikini top, your nipples perfectly visible in outline through the thin fabric. An hourglass shape, a waist that was smooth and grabbable, hips that were wider than your shoulders. And when you slid your shorts off, they were unable to take their eyes off of your thick, soft thighs, and your perfect ass which was threatening to bust out of the matching, even smaller, bikini bottoms.

Noticing them staring, you blushed, offering a wink as you tried to hide how flattering you found their silent, drooling stares, squeezing your thighs together as you felt the familiar tingle of arousal beginning to bloom.

“How do I look, boys?”

There was no answer, they were stunned into silence. So you turned around to start prepping yourself for the day, getting out your book and suncream and towel, and each of them, passing some worried glances between them, tried to focus on not making you uncomfortable by leering, deciding to try and focus instead on their beach day.

As you settled yourself onto one of the sunbeds, you brought out your suncream and started lathering up your arms and thighs, body jiggling as you rubbed it on the top of your breasts and soft stomach. You stretched up, failing to reach your back, and turned to see Capullo, who was staring open mouthed, a trickle of drool spilling from the pool in his bottom lip. Hiding your blush and stifling a giggle, you passed the suncream to him.

“Would you mind getting my back, Eddie?”

“Are you kidding? It would be my pleasure.”

He tripped over himself rushing to your seat, sitting behind you and placing his hands on your hips to move you forward, fingers tracing over the tight string that dug into your curving hips, breath shuddering in your ear.

“Just… you want it everywhere?”

“Oh, yes please Eddie, down to my lower back, if that’s ok. Can you reach it?”

“Uh… yeah I can.”

Eddie stared at where the top string clung to your lower back above your round ass cheeks., clenching his teeth to hold back the whine that was threatening to push out of his throat.

“In fact! I… hope it’s ok… I don’t want any tan lines, so…”

You pulled at the two knots on your hips, bikini bottoms slowly sliding down and falling to the chair, before you reach for the knots behind your neck and back.

“Would you mind getting those, Eddie?”

With quivering hands he reached up, body shaking all over and his own swimming trunks suddenly a lot tighter in the front, cock twitching as he pulled the strings and let your bikini top fall off of you, your breasts covered by your arm.

Taking a deep breath, he squirted the cream onto his hands and placed his palms to your skin, his heart leaping in his chest as you let out a squeal and a giggle.

“Eek! That’s so cold! It feels nice though…”

As Eddie rubbed the suncream into the back and top of your shoulders, he pressed hard with his fingers, massaging you as he went.

“God, Eddie… that feels so good… you’re really great with your hands, you know that? Maybe later you can show me a bit more?”

“D…d-do you mean…”

He gulped, swallowing his nerves, sweat trickling from his forehead where his soft red hair, usually in a perfect, slicked back style, had started falling into his eyes.

“Like a massage… only if that’s ok! And I’ll return the favour, if you have any pain anywhere, or anywhere in particular you’d like me to… rub.”

Eddie had forgotten he was holding the tube of cream in his hand and as he tensed at the notion of having you rubbing anywhere on his body, let alone where you seemed to be suggesting, the pressure of his grip caused it to squirt from the top, landing on your back and all over his hand.

“Oh shit… Sorry!”

“Oh my, Eddie. That was a bit quick, huh?”

You turned around, winking at him. He was trying his hardest to remain composed at the cheeky comment, but his eyes were focused on your breasts, just able to see the darker skin around your nipples above your arm. One slight movement, and he would be able to see everything. But you turned from him and tied up all the knots again, standing up and heading over to the cool box.

“Thanks Eddie! I think there’s a towel in my bag for you to clean off.”

He grabbed it, sulking under the umbrella as he realised he could have had a lot more time with his fingers all over you if he had just kept his cool.

Still blushing a little from Capullo’s little mishap, you dove into the cooler and began prepping some food for later, reasoning that it would make more sense to do it now while you had the energy than have to make it up when everyone was starving. As you finished making up some sandwiches, Dano approached you quietly, trying not to interrupt, but obviously wanting to ask you something. You could tell by the way he stood awkwardly, swaying with his feet kicking lightly at the sand.

“You ok, sweetie?”

“Uh... yeah… if it’s not too much trouble though, I’m kind of hungry. I didn’t eat breakfast.”

“Oh no! You poor little thing! What can I get you?”

“Do we have any fruit?”

You bent down into the cooler and produced a whole watermelon.

“This do?”

“Sure… do you mind cutting it up?”

“Not at all!”

With a smile and a wink, you began slicing up the melon for him. The rind was thick, and difficult to cut through, and the effort you exerted made your breasts bounce around in the tiny bikini, threatening to spill from their inadequate holster.

“Let me know when I’ve cut enough!”

He wasn’t listening to you. He watched you, jiggling hypnotically in front of him, desperately trying to hold in the drool, to calm himself down before his erection made it hard to keep standing up straight. But it was too much not to stare as flecks of cool, watermelon juice sprayed onto your breasts.

You’d cut almost all of the melon, realising that Eddie was yet to stop you, so you stopped yourself.

“Eddie, you alright? I said to stop me when I had cut enough.”

“Oh, sorry… I was…”

“What, you don’t want any of my sweet, juicy melon anymore?”

Your words were so filled with innuendo it was hard for him not to smile goofily at them, as you held up a slice and brought it to his lips, letting him take a small bite, the juices filling his mouth and running down his chin.

With your thumb, you wiped it off of him, sucking it in your own mouth before you brushed his hair behind his ear and handed him the rest of the slice.

“Good boy.”

With that phrase, he let out a squeak and excused himself, rushing to the other side of the area and out of sight.

Just as you started wrapping up the remaining slices in some cling wrap, Gotham appeared.

“Not very gentlemanly of him to request that you slice up a melon for him, take one slice, and then disappear without a thank you.”

“Oh! That’s ok, he’s just feeling a bit off I guess.”

“Well, unlike the rest of these rude boys, I took the liberty of making something to bring along, in the hopes that you wouldn’t be so burdened with chores while we were here.”

“Gee, Eddie that is just the sweetest thing! What did you bring?”

With a pleased little smile, he reached into the cooler and produced a batch of homemade popsicles.

“Gosh, those look delicious! Would you… mind if I tried the first one?”

“I would be honoured!”

He brought out the best looking popsicle and passed it to you, and you immediately popped it into you mouth, sucking on it and pushing it deep past your lips before you brought it back out, licking at the top with your tongue.

“Mmm… oh my god… urgh… this is amazing, Eddie. You’re so good!”

“Uh… th-thank you…”

His cheeks were red hot, flushed instantly as he watched your mouth, it’s apparent expertise in this particular area knowing no bounds. As he witnessed the way your tongue lay flat against the popsicle, the moans of pleasure you made as you tasted his efforts, he couldn’t help but imagine your mouth filled with his cock, making the same sounds of delight as you were now.

“Gosh, Eddie, you taste so good. You’re tingling my tastebuds. Let me get more of you!”

As his own imagination threatened to have him coming, and cumming, undone in front of you, he managed to bring himself back to reality with a quick blink, but he realised he might have been better off in his daydream as it seemed far more explicit in the real world.

While he had been distracted, the popsicle had begun to melt, and had left you in a bit of a sticky situation. It dribbled down your chin, covered your fingers, and was dripping onto your breasts, covering them in sweet, sticky syrup.

“Eddie, would you mind helping me clean up, I don’t… my hands are just as sticky as everything else and I don’t want to set this down somewhere and attract bugs.”

“You want me to… clean… you up?”

“Yes please! If that’s ok?”

“Obviously!”

Jumping at the opportunity to have an excuse to touch you, he grabbed a napkin and slowly reach for your breasts, looking up at you as you smiled down at him, he dabbed at them, watching your flesh bounce lightly under the pressure. Even through the paper, you felt exquisite.

“Thank you, Eddie! I think that’s enough of that for now.”

You wrapped the remaining popsicle into the napkin and placed it in the trash, sucking your fingers clean before you thanked him again. And finally, with everything organised for later, you lay down in a sunbed to read some of your book. Uninterrupted for forty-five minutes, you sat peacefully listening to the sounds of Arkham digging in the sand beside you.

After almost an hour of construction, Arkham looked up from his extravagantly detailed sandcastle in progress, searching for something silently before he noticed you laying on the deck chair reading in the sun, the light making the sweat on your body glisten. He was grateful that his lower half was stuck in the hole he dug himself (to get closer to his architectural wonder in order to add precise little details) because it meant that he was free to allow his hand to drift lower, palm pressed hard against his cock as it threatened to start stiffening. But just as he considered dipping his fingers below the waistband and letting them tease along his mercifully still soft cock, you looked around.

“You ok, sweetie?”

“Um… yes! Could you please pass me the smaller spirit level over though? I want to make sure that the turrets on the entrance are level with each other.”

“Of course! I’ve been watching you building all day, by the way! You’re so impressive, Eddie. And your fingers are so skilful.”

He swallowed hard, Adam’s apple bobbing as he gulped his stress away. A futile attempt at calming himself down, it seemed, as you immediately dropped to all fours on the sand, your breasts pressed together between your arms and threatening to burst free from the already far too small bikini you wore.

“It’s uh… i-in the bag behind you…”

Eddie’s voice broke, shifting into a broken pitch as he forced the words to come out past his stuttering, nervous lips.

“Oh! Duh!”

The tiny moment of relief he felt as you turned your distracting breasts away from him was shattered as you bent over to dig around in his backpack. Because from that angle, the string thong of your bikini was teased up past your wide hips, your ass sticking into the air, cheeks completely exposed to him. And as you lowered your top half further, Eddie watched in quiet awe as your bikini teased upwards, between the soft, plump lips of your pussy, all of you there for him to see.

His tongue pressed out past his lips, as though he though if he stretched it far enough, he might be able to taste you. To press it against those inviting curves, his nose between your ass cheeks, mouth completely devouring your cunt.

Eddie hissed, a panicked whine following it, as his cock twitched, completely erect now. Everything in him screamed out, longing for you, desperate to crawl out of his little hole and mount you, take you there in the warm sand, balls deep, slamming into you, rutting like a disgusting animal until he was covered in your slick and you were filled with his cum.

But instead of fulfilling his wish and fucking you, he pressed himself against the sand walls of the hole, hiding his shame, the pressure and friction only serving to make him more aroused though, as you turned around with the spirit level.

“There you go, cutie! I’m so excited to see it when it’s finished!”

You bent lower still, kissing his forehead and ruffling his hair, before you stood up and returned to the deck chair, your ass cheeks bouncing, reflected in Eddie’s intense gaze as you stepped away from him towards the water.

With the sounds of the others splashing around in the distance, you managed to sneak up behind Twojar, who was wading up to his chest in the warm water, enjoying the peace and quiet. But not if you had anything to do with it.

With a swipe, skimming the top of the waves, you sent a jet of water splashing into the back of his head. He turned, looking pretty pissed until he realised you were the only one near him. His face softened into a smile as he watched you, looking up to the sky and whistling, arms behind your back, trying to pretend that you had nothing to do with the fact that his perfectly tidy hair was now wet and falling out of place against his forehead.

Out of the corner of your eye though, you were admiring the way he looked, his strong, muscular body catching the light perfectly, the water droplets that covered him begging you to lick, or stroke him clean. But you were pulled from your own lustful daydream as a small wave of water crashed over you, soaking you completely. And when you had finally blinked enough that you could see again, you saw Edward raising his hands to splash you again.

Giggling and squealing, you dove out of the way, swimming under the surface up to him and prodding his sides. He let out a weak laugh as he gasped, grabbing your wrists and pulling you out of the water. You stood against him, both of you panting, chests heaving into each other, completely soaked and smiling warmly. He let go of your wrists and you found yourself letting your palms rest on his chest. It was dangerously close to being far too romantic, but luckily, as he let his eyes fall to admire your body, soaking wet and shining, you saw Edward get flustered, mouth dropping open, tongue licking at his lips before he looked away, cheeks pink, stuttering to get the words out.

“You… sorry, I looked… you’ve had a bit of a wardrobe malfunction… not that I’m complaining, but uh… you might want to fix your top.”

Looking down you noticed that your bikini top had slid over your nipples, exposing them completely. And as arousing as the idea was that you had been pressing them up against Edward’s hard, perfectly sculpted torso, you could feel the embarrassment reddening your face.

“Oh my gosh! I am so sorry, Edward!”

“Please, don’t be sorry! It was a pleasure… or… I mean, it’s not… that came out wrong…”

You adjusted yourself, straining to cover your breasts up as much as you could, before you stroked his muscular upper arm, trying to comfort him.

“It’s ok, I get what you mean… I think I’ve made this sufficiently awkward now! I might go for a swim.”

Edward watched you swim off towards the others, cursing himself that he had bothered to say anything. It had been nice to feel your hard nipples against his chest. If he’d played his cards right, he might have been treated to a lot more.

You swam around for a little while, enjoying the way the water felt against your skin, safe in the knowledge that you were hidden in the event of any further wardrobe malfunctions given that you were far enough away from the others and hidden by the water. But you noticed them all making their way to the shore and saw that Capullo and Gotham were currently fighting over who got to control the grill. Realising that you were hungry when the smell of the charcoal made it’s way on the breeze over to you, you started to swim back to shore, ready for a little break and a bite to eat.

As you felt the warm water dripping off of you as you stepped onto the hot sand, you approached the group, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable by the way they were staring.

“What’s… what’s wrong?”

“Uh…”

None of them were able to speak, they just kept staring open mouthed. Worrying that you had something stuck to you or maybe had escaped your bikini again, you looked down to be confronted by the horrifying reality.

Somewhere in the water, you had managed to lose your entire bikini, likely snagged on the piece of driftwood you had swam by not too far out from the shore. In a panic, you were stuck to the spot, and as gentlemanly as you knew the boys to be, not a single one of them could pull their eyes away from your entirely exposed body.

Admittedly, this was playing out a lot like a fantasy you had had. A dream or a notion that maybe one day you would find yourself in a position where you could be ravished by the Riddlers, each of them having their way, taking their turn to touch you where they wanted, all of them on you. And as you looked at their faces, stupefied with lust, each of them displaying a visible tent in the front of their pants, some of that familiar arousal started stirring. But before long, you could feel the embarrassment building up, overtaking the desire to be fucked by your friends.

In a desperate bid to shelter yourself, you grabbed a hold of the closest thing to you to hide in. And luckily for him, that happened to be Young Justice. And as you pressed your completely naked body into his, burying your head into him in an attempt to hide yourself, he could feel himself beginning to panic. You whispered quietly into his ear, and the way your voice tingled him had his cock stiffening against you.

“Eddie… would you mind outing your arms around me? Just to cover me up?”

He tried to speak, but he was completely unable to. Holding your naked, soft, warm body close to him, your breasts brushing against his bare, slender chest, he tried instead to focus on breathing as he wrapped his arms around you protectively.

“Thank you, Eddie. Thank you so much, you’re the best.”

Nuzzling against him as he turned you from the stares of the others, he felt himself hardening, surprisingly impressive length pressing against your thigh as he tried his hardest not to lose himself at the tingling sensation of friction.

“Oh my, Eddie! Are you enjoying this?”

He couldn’t see your face, so the sly smile you wore was no reassurance to him that he wasn’t making you uncomfortable. In a bid to end his nightmare, before he made a complete mess of the inside of his trunks in front of the others, he gestured for a towel. Once you were wrapped up safely in it, the blessed image of your body shielded from the Riddlers again, you made your way to a sunbed where you waited for Twojar to retrieve your bikini from the driftwood it was stuck on, floating on the surface of the water.

Your hair was dripping on your face, so you got up to get another towel to wrap it in. Clumsily trying to cover your head, you wrapped it around you, covering your eyes in the process. You tutted, completely frustrated, stumbling back to where you thought your empty sunbed was. And you successfully found it, but while you had been getting your towel, Telltale had assumed the seat was free and had laid down for a quick nap before lunch was ready. Not realising this, you plopped yourself down on top of him, your round cheeks pressed against his abdomen and crotch.

At the sound of his grumbling yelp, you tried to stand up, but fell down once more, bouncing slightly on him. Once Eddie had realised it was you, and your soft body, wrapped in nothing but a towel, that was currently grinding on him, he was far more apologetic. His hand reached for your waist, holding you steady, as you angled yourself against his thick length which began to stand to attention at the way you felt against him.

“Are you alright, dear?”

His grip was firm but gentle, fingers rubbing against your skin in a soothing motion. He purred softly into your ear as he sat up, holding you in his lap.

“I’m not sure I’m all that comfortable, but you can sit here if you want.”

Blushing at the charming flirtations, you could feel yourself loosening up again, no longer as frustrated as you had been. But as Telltale’s fingers traced lower down your hip, reaching your exposed thigh below the end of the towel, he was interrupted by Twojar, who stepped from the water like a shimmering Adonis and held your bikini out for you.

“Ah! My hero!”

Holding the towel against you at the front, you let it slip past your back. The last thing Telltale saw of you before he placed his palms over his face in irritation was your soft ass bouncing as you jogged towards another Riddler.

You tied your bikini strings back on as Twojar held the towel in place for you. He winked to you before he tossed it to the ground and headed for a seat at one of the picnic tables. As the towel landed on the ground you heard an annoyed grumble and a small cry for help. When you lifted it, you found Unburied, buried up to his neck in the sand.

“Eddie! My goodness!”

Crouching down to him, you giggled a little, but he hadn’t noticed that you were laughing at his predicament. He was too focused on the way you had crouched, spreading your legs to the side, giving him a direct view between your legs where you bikini bottoms were stuck, wet, to your pussy, outlining every detail. But this sweet moment was taken from him as you rested yourself on the sand.

“What’s going on here then?”

“They buried me!”

“Oh, sweetie. That’s so cruel! I’m sorry I laughed.”

“Hm… you could make it up to me by helping me get out. I’m getting pretty hungry and my legs have kinda gone to sleep.”

You began scrambling to dig the sand away from around his neck, and as you did so, completely unaware that it was happening as you were so focused on rescuing him, your breasts kept bouncing against his cheeks and his mouth and his forehead. Struggling to hide his arousal, Unburied closed his eyes, trying to ignore you, but it was useless. Your skin was so soft, your breasts so large and full, he could feel himself stiffening even against the packed sand. And the way you grunted as you dug wasn’t helping, the sweet moans and groans driving him wild. It was almost painful, having his cock pushing hard against the firm walls of sand around his body.

Eventually, desperately scrambling against the shame and helped by your efforts, he managed to crawl out of the hole, immediately excusing himself as he rushed to the bus they had arrived in.

“Oh… ok… you owe me a thank you kiss later then!”

He waved at you as he ran awkwardly, his hands held in front of him. You watched him enter the bus and turned, suddenly realising that all of the Riddlers had congregated around you.

“Something the matter?”

“Uh… the food… burned.”

“Oh no! Well… I suppose we could go pick up something to eat at the little café we passed? It’s a shame, I really wanted to eat outside in the sunshine, though.”

Capullo piped up, stepping in front of the others, shoving them to the side as he got closer to you.

“I’ll go get the food! It’s no problem at all, I’ll pick something up and bring it back here.”

“Oh, you are so sweet.”

You took his cheek in your hand, pinching it as you smiled at him.

“Well… he might need some help, I’ll go too.”

“And you will need another set of hands to carry everything!”

By the time the bus pulled away, you realised that all but two of them had taken off in a bid to win your favours by helping bring back lunch. You had turned to find them staring at you intensely, taking in every part of your body that was on show, which was most of it. Dano and Young Justice looked awkwardly at each other, then back at you, and then at their feet as they stood in the sand. Their cheeks were red, embarrassed that they had been caught out. But you weren’t too bothered by their staring. In fact, you welcomed it.

You stood in front of them, hands behind your back in a way that pushed your breasts out, their eyes bulging similarly in response. You shook yourself from side to side, ass jiggling, breasts moving, as your hips commanded their attention. Twirling your hair, you walked closer to them.

“Gosh, it’s been quite a day, hasn’t it? I’m feeling kind of… flustered. I don’t think it’s been relaxing at all.”

“Oh… is there anything we can do to help?”

“Well… now that you mention it, there is a lot of tension that I might need some help releasing, if you boys wouldn’t mind…?”

“What, uh… what kind of help do you need.”

Without much hesitation more than a coy bite of your lip and a soft giggle, you reached your hand to both of their swim shorts, letting it fall lower until you were directly on top of their cocks, rubbing your palm along the already stiff lengths as you giggled at their blinking, shocked reactions.

“Is that… something you want to do?”

It took a few seconds for them both to find the ability to speak again, but the eventually stuttered out enthusiastic agreements.

“Absolutely!”

“Of course!”

Young Justice was the first to take the lead, pulling you in for a kiss as you let yourself fall into his arms. He stepped to you, and you walked backwards, letting him lay you down on the sunbed as he stood beside you. Taking a deep, sultry breath, you tugged at his swim shorts, pulling them down past his stiff, impressively long cock, watching it bounce upwards, hitting his abdomen before settling straight out. You took a hold of it in your fist and started jerking it. His appreciative moans filled the air around you.

Spurred on by your actions, he clearly felt confident to make a move of his own, and he found himself pulling at the strings of your bikini top, loosening the knot until it came free completely, the small triangles that covered you falling to your torso, exposing your erect nipples which he promptly squeezed at, teasing them as he licked his lips, imaging how they would feel against his tongue or between his teeth.

Humming with pleasure at the sensation of his dextrous fingers which circled your nipples and flitted over them softly, combining this with the sweet stinging of him pulling and twisting, you were suddenly aware of another set of hands on your body.

Looking up, straining your neck to see past Young Justice’s hands on your chest, you saw Dano kneeling in the sand, his fingers pulling at the strings on your bikini bottoms. When you were completely exposed he leaned forward, his nose pressed against your folds, wet with your slick at the uncontainable arousal. Positioning himself on the end of the sun bed, he bent down and took one tentative lick at your swollen lips, parting them with his tongue and diving in further when he heard the pleasure in your moans.

As you keenly bucked your hips into his mouth, willing him to take as much of your throbbing cunt between his lips as he could, you turned to the side, catching Young Justice’s eyes. Staring deep into them, trying to keep your own eyes open past the throes of pleasure from Dano’s ministrations on your clit with his deft tongue, you smiled as you continued jerking his cock.

He jutted his own hips forward, desperate for more of you, face contorted in complete pleasure as you felt his length twitch in your hand from the soft movements up and down, your fingers tracing over his head when you reached it, his body wincing in joy at the tickling sensation. Under your touch, he whimpered, whining as he thrust into you, desperate for more.

With your hand on his hip, you guided him to the back of the sunbed, turning yourself over and away from Dano’s sweet lips. On all fours, you shuffled up closer to Young Justice, gripping his cock at the base and letting your lips slip slowly over the head and down the shaft, taking him in your mouth, as much of his as you could.

Dano sat up, and as you wiggled your ass at him, he took the hint and began quickly removing his swim shorts. With his cock in his hand, flushed head and throbbing, thick length, he guided himself between your legs, grunting as he pressed himself inside of you. One inch, then two inches, then with a slow but firm push, he had all of him inside of you, yours walls clenching around him as he started to fuck you. In romantic, slow and gentle thrusts, he filled you with himself, groaning against you with each soft push. As he increased his pace, the gentle rutting sending his abdomen into your ass, bouncing you back and forth, you let him push your body further onto Young Justice’s cock until it was hitting the back of your throat.

Each time you choked a little, but the look on Young Justice’s face at the sound you made around him made it worth it, as he scrunched his features and let out what could only be described as yelps with each pulse of pleasure down his spine.

He tasted amazing against your tongue, almost sweet, divine. You could feel yourself growing wetter, your arousal coating Dano’s cock as it pumped in and out of you, quickening pace as he got closer to his climax.

With a particularly hard thrust, Dano pushed you into Young Justice, your nose touching the tuft of hair at the base of his cock, and the sudden pressure of your mouth closing around him, gagging as he hit your throat again had him coming undone. He came hard, with mewling whines that gave you goosebumps, spilling his seed over your tongue and down your chin as he pulled himself out of you quickly.

As he stood, shuddering, trying to gain his composure, he tried to utter an apology to you. He took your face between his hands and kissed your forehead softly while he whispered.

“I’m… so sorry… I don’t… I don’t know what came over me…”

“I know what came over me though.”

You winked at him, giggling as you let your fingers trail over his slender chest, up and down as he whimpered at the touch, cock threatening to begin twitching again so soon after his quaking orgasm. As he watched you continue to be pounded by Dano from behind, he began stroking your arms and back, letting his fingers make their way back down to your nipples. The extra touch sent you closer to your own orgasm, as you felt Dano reaching his.

He dug his fingers deep into your hips as he pulled your juicy ass onto him hard, groaning interspersed with soft mutters of your name. At the sounds, you could feel the waves of orgasm coming over you, flooding your body as you came, spilling onto Dano’s cock and abdomen, body struggling to stay upright and collapsing onto the sunbed. But, with your ass still pressed into the air, you could feel Dano continue his efforts until he tightened his grip, one final thrust as he held himself inside of you. You could feel the gentle shifting, the warmth of his cum inside of you, spilling out as he removed himself and trailing down your inner thighs. He fell back laying on the sand, cock still throbbing in pleasure, softening now that he had left his load in you.

young justice

i can almost guarantee that if you're spending valentine's day with him, it'll be the first one he's had with a partner

so he is pushing the boat out. or... as best as he can... what with the nerves

he wouldn't do something too extravagant, not too fancy or big. that would only increase the number of people he might embarrass himself in front of

he's far more keen on taking you to a quiet, unexpected but comfortable restaurant with quiet music and only a few tables, so he can talk to you and hear you properly

he'd buy you a single rose, hire the violinist to play a song by your table, your favourite tune

no dancing, he's got two left feet, but he will reach across the table and hold your hand, stroking it with his thumb and looking into your eyes

and when he takes you home, he'll walk you to your door and offer you a shy, reserved kiss

whether or not you pull him through the door by his tie and ravage the poor beast is up to you

unburied

he wouldn't actually ask you out for valentine's day

he'd give you a rant about capitalism and how it's a made up holiday and that you should keep your calendar clear anyway just in case he decides to do an ironic date

you'd think his goal was to embarrass you, in fact, because he's showing up to your house with a little remote control and blasting your favourite song out of every speaker system you own

"hey, sh... don't ask how i know your favourite song or how i got control of your devices. just... stop thinking about it. hey. hey! you're thinking about it... don't think about it, sh you're too pretty to think about it. let me think about it, i'm smarter and prettier"

dinner isn't anything too special either. takeout pizza on a rooftop in gotham somewhere. it could be romantic though, and it would be to someone desperately in love with him like you

listening to him talk about light pollution, asking if you want to hear some riddles about constellations, pointing out the various places he's hid from his enemies

it's not traditional by any means, but it is oddly romantic. dinner, music, time alone under the dulled stars. maybe that was his plan all along

gotham

oh we are going WHOLE HOG here for valentine's day!! you know he's an old romantic, a sweet and gentle soul

so don't think for a moment that you'll be seeing any other people that day, your attention will be solely focused on each other

he's sent, uh... someone has sent in some miscellaneous threat to your workplace, so luckily for you(!) you're not required to go in! SO SURPRISE!! he's here to make you breakfast

and then a brief walk down some of the quieter streets, where he might be brave enough to ask if he can hold your hand

once you're at his apartment, you're in for some respectable but tension filled cuddles on his sofa while you watch some classic romance movies

and then he's making a beautiful three course meal for you both! pressed tablecloth on his little dining table, roses in a conical flask, candles in test tubes (is he stealing these from work?)

he'll feed you little bits of food, wiping your face with a napkin, staring into your eyes dreamily

and then the night will end with a perfect and very polite kiss that you'll wish wouldn't end

telltale

he knows how to do romance, he's been around long enough. it's more a question of whether he can be bothered to celebrate

but he'll pull himself together and act the perfect gentleman for you, regardless of how tired he is after a day of committing violent/cyber crime and being oddly agile for a man in receipt of a state pension

(a fact which will come in handy at the end of the evening...)

he'll start off the evening with the traditional gifts. a box of expensive chocolates or candy, perfectly suited to your dietary requirements of course. and a bouquet of flowers. not roses, but your favourites. he knows they'll make you happier

he's not one for being out in public, what with the whole "is he dead" thing, so you'll be dining in BUT to make it special, he has hired a discreet personal chef to provide the food for the evening

slow, quiet jazz playing in the background, just you, him, and the waiters he has hired and has threatened under extreme violence to keep their mouths shut about this particular shift

could it get any more romantic??

arkham

bless his heart but this eddie is forgetting that it's valentine's day until you're handing him a card, grasping it between his dirty fingers, smudging the soft pink colour with grimy fingerprints

then, you'll endure a fifteen minute long lecture about why you should have at least had the sense to warn him in advance, or to remind him, since you know how he can be

and when he's done, he'll be pushing you out of the room, getting rid of you so he can "finish his important work" and only then can you consider "doing something for this silly holiday"

really, he's just looking for an excuse to get you away so he can work on your very last minute present without you seeing

which of course, he'll present to you as though he had been pretending to forget all along

"i made you this, it's a symbol of our relationship"

it's the remnants of a neon question mark bent into place to resemble a heart. and there's hot glue still drying on it. and a screw stuck to it

but it's the thought that counts, and the thought is there! after all he loves you enough to have lied and put aside his important welding or whatever to haphazardly craft the lie

dano

for him, valentine's day is about showing your love for someone. because you can love them every day, but this is an excuse to make a display out of it

so expect a myriad of gifts, food, perfumes, vouchers, jewellery, stuffed animals, flowers, a handmade valentine's card

enough that it makes you guilty (and enough that you wonder if he really has just been saving all his salary instead of spending it on... furniture or therapy)

then, the personalised activities! most of which involve you doing his quiz all about you and your relationship with him, solving several riddles that lead you to a hidden compartment in the wall of his bedroom (weird.) where he's stuffed his poems to you (sweet!) which he will then recite to you, stuttering over the words and blushing the whole time

but it's not enough for him, he wants to shout it from the rooftops, show the world how much he loves you and appreciates you

he's had all this love bottled up for so long with no one deserving to give it to! let's just hope it comes out in a healthy way...

btaa

he's swooping in to your apartment very late at night

"it's only 11pm, it's still valentine's day mi amorrrrr"

look, he's very sorry that he wasn't able to spend the day with you, and that he's incredibly late to the dinner you had planned

but he's a busy little criminal, he has so many things to do AND he had to do it all by himself because he gave miss tuesday the day off so she could go on a date of her own and-

oh see! you've changed your mind now, no longer grumpy, because he was actually doing something kind for someone else

he really is a generous soul, emphasised by the fact that the reason he was late was because he was pulling off a perfect heist in a jewellery store uptown

so... did you save any leftovers for him? or is he going to have to return this beautiful ring/watch/necklace he bought you?

twojar

he's a curveball, like seriously give you whiplash kind of valentine's date

you think it's going to be a very standard evening, after all there you both are in black tie best, sipping expensive champagne, him talking about himself while you try hard not to stare at his tits

but when the meal is finished, he goes to pay in secret and then rushes you out into a car with tinted windows, and it's lucky he can get you so hot and flushed and eager that quickly, since it's not long before you arrive at the next spot

a strip club

which is? i mean not a traditional valentine's day date location, but it could be very hot

and he's booked one of the private rooms for you both, so at least you won't have to hide your blushing cheeks from the rest of the guests

but it becomes very obvious that there isn't a dancer coming to entertain you, and you worry that he expects you to get up there and put on a show, which would be a disaster because you haven't planned anything and-

"happy valentine's day"

ah. of course. why would the world's most self-absorbed man think you would want anything else for valentine's day than a private strip tease from him

and he's annoyingly very right in that assumption

btas

he absolutely does the most! and the most is often cheesy and dorky and therefor a million times more precious

the kind of guy who would buy you a rose for every day he's known you, regardless of how many days he has known you

the kind of guy who gets those little personalised lego figures made of you and him, or gets a plushie of him to give to you so he'll always be near you (and you know he's putting the personalised message in if he gets it from build a bear)

he knows your favourite starter, main and dessert are all from different restaurants, so he's made the reservations at all three with plenty of time for romantic rides in the back of cabs between each stop

it's important he has plenty of time to cover your neck with kisses, and for you to tell him how adorable he is

and then, because he is the cheesiest but in the best way, it's more than likely he'd use valentine's day as an excuse to propose to you, so he's down on one knee under the cloudy gotham night sky to ask you to marry him (and you're obviously not going to say no)

zero year

he doesn't do valentine's day, what a waste of time! he's nice enough to you the rest of the year, why should there be one day where he has to do something extra fo-

oh? oh! oh ok, if it means you have to do something for him too, then he's down for it

yes... that sounds like a wonderful excuse to get up to some mischief... (it's concerning how evil his little face looks when he's supposedly considering activities for the most romantic of holidays...)

although, why bother going out somewhere on a date, it's such a waste of time and effort

he has to keep his energy for more important things, and speaking of... he can think of very few ways to spend an evening that are better than taking you into the bedroom and sharing an exchange of giving for a few solid hours

no need to wear something nice, it's only going to get stripped off

no need to get him a gift, you'll be giving him plenty

btas

i think more than anything, he's have a few choice words for you, a bit of advice he'd like you to consider very seriously

because he's been in a position where his desire to please only led to him being used and mistreated

granted he was trying, most of all, to please himself, but the realisation that others were using it to their advantage with no consideration for him? it hurt

so he's convincing you to be wary of your tendencies, and reassuring you that he would never take advantage of your kindness

young justice

he'd be surprised that someone was so willing to do anything for him that it would definitely knock him back a little bit at first, but i think he'd settle into it pretty easily

of course he's still going to approach you with his eyes trained to the ground, shuffling his feet, and muttering in a hushed voice

but every day he'll get a little bit better at asking you to do things for him, and it won't be long before you're being surprised by just how intimate his requests become...

dano

it's strange how easily he's found he can charm people, given how much time he spent being overlooked and pushed around

and while you're maybe not the first to be lining up to buy matching military surplus boots and a mask, you're still more than happy to help him achieve his goals, even if they don't happen to align with your own morals

because who could say no to that stupid little face when he's got his wet eyes on and is asking you to help him torture someone to death? ;-;

gotham

it's people pleaser vs people pleaser, who will win?

i mean obviously poor sweet edward will, because as he's determined to make you happy

the back and forth between you both, doing your good deeds, owing and returning favours, offering any kind of assistance at any time, is a little bit ridiculous

but it means you're both living an existence that's almost devoid of any bother, living in complete and equal bliss, the true comfort for people pleasures

arkham

this isn't so much something he reacts to as much as it is something he expects from anyone who comes into contact with him in any way

if you're not there to serve him with undying and unquestioning devotion then what's even the point?

so your natural habit of bending to someone's will just to make sure they're comfortable will come in handy

especially if you're able to provide some well-deserved (and needed) stress relief before he gets to the point where he has to demand it from you

unburied

people pleasing goes well with his desire to be pleased constantly

to know that the minute he whines or looks even slightly sad that you're going to come running to him, pillows in hand, glass of freshly squeezed juice with ice, his favourite blanket, wearing that underwear he likes

he's a princess, well and truly, and it's a requirement he be treated this way

so the moment he finds out you're a bit of a people pleaser, to a fault some might say, he's using it to his advantage

telltale

what a terrible weakness for someone to have, and worst of all, you let the wrong man know about it

or are you so deeply entrenched in your compulsive need to make those you adore happy that you would knowingly put yourself at risk just to make sure he knew you were there for him, to do anything he asked of you?

arkham

he fuckin loves musk. it's his favourite thing ever. smells in general just do it for him

like climbing the walls, desperate to inhale your pheromones, and it's far better if that goes both ways

he couldn't even narrow down his favourite smell, although obviously he'd choose bodily odours over anything else

would absolutely bottle up the scent of his partners pussy or dick or balls and huff it while he jerked off

he's burying his face between your ass cheeks and taking in a BIG deep breath whenever the opportunity presents itself

he enjoys the tangy scent of blood on skin (which is having a distinctly uncomfortable effect on his run-ins with batman...)

hell, he'll even force you to hold your piss in for way longer than you should just so you have a little accident and he can sniff that

and one thing he's particularly fond of is sweat, and how it smells different under your arms, on your neck, on your back

100% is likely to lay in bed after sex just enjoying the scent of cum and slick and arousal that lingers in the air once it's all over

dano

down on his knees begging for you to let him sniff you, let him taste you, please just let your body linger on his somehow

it's very much about the intimacy with him, so he would enjoy it more if he was sniffing you while you were sniffing him back

like two little puppies getting to know each other in a little mutually beneficial ritual

it makes him feel wanted, desired, and most importantly it makes him feel like he's known

especially when you start to smell him when you don't know he's there, sniffing the air for the familiar scent hidden in the shadows

when he finds you sleeping with his old, dirty clothes, holding them to you when you're in bed

his favourite smell, though, is definitely blood, and particularly yours (as long as you're not hurt unwillingly!)

and if you're someone who has periods, you'll find he can sense it on you before you even have symptoms like a bloodhound

it's so violent and carnal and natural but a little bit sinful and taboo, so it's perfect for him!!

twojar

it's not even so much a kink for this guy, more that it's something he needs

a partner's scent is never something he would turn his nose up at (i am so sorry lmao)

he enjoys someone's natural musk, the scent that just somehow exists on their skin

permeating from them like a part of their personality, as important as a smile or their voice

i mean, he is a big believer in pheromones etc. and that's part of the reason that he has so much cleavage on display usually

it lets any potential partners smell him better, makes him like a magnet for the people who vibe best with what he's got

and while he's not necessarily into any specific smells that he could really name off the top of his head

he does really enjoy the smell of sweat when he's fucking you, your bodies becoming one

and how the smell of your body amplifies the taste when he's kissing you or licking you or biting you or eating you

young justice

comfort, sexual, romantic, platonic, when he's happy or when he's sad, he is literally llooking for one thing

and that is to bury his face into his favourite person, their body, their hair, their chest, their neck

and then inhale like it's literally the source of his life, more important than oxygen

and you just know he's getting immediately hard and exhaling with a pathetic little whimper

it's not something he's though of all that much about in terms of kinks, but it is very romantic to him

to experience someone so close he can smell them, and to feel like someone wants to get that close to him in return

definitely can bring him to tears to have your smell close to him though, like when you've been sleeping in his bed

or when you've borrowed his jacket, and he can smell you on them once you're gone, so it's like you didn't really leavve

and he'd be so happy to have a partner who was into musk sexually, someone who would sniff his hair or his pits or his balls

just someone who would appreciate him completely and wholly, which is like, his biggest kink lmao

telltale

he likes the smell of sex, it's like a personal perfume that reminds him of a partner

it's not anything he goes wild for, but it's something he'd notice the longer he was with someone

that he can remember them by smell, can tell when they've walked into a room by the way he can sense them

the way just thinking about the musk of you both, sweating and rutting, can get him very excited

AND as someone with an ample ego (and a little bit of an inferiority complex going on underneath it all)

he does like to look and seem his best at all times, like can we say super stylish hoodie peepaw?

so if he's ever over-exerted himself and feels kind of sweaty, he'd appreciate a partner that still finds him alluring and irresistible

and despite feeling like you should be begging for him, he'd use scents to attract you or to please you, to get your attention

he'd start wearing fragrances that he knows you're more likely to lean in for another whiff of just to get you close to him

zero year

he hates his partner to smell like anything other than fresh powdered sugar strawberry donuts or strawberries

definitely a believer that pussies shouldn't smell or taste like anything beyond peaches

because he's an asshole who thinks his partners should be subserviant and perfect, they have to be good enough for him

he, however, is welcome to be as stinky as he wants because he's a hypocritical douchebag

something about how it's macho to smell like sweat, something else about chemicals and the laws of attraction

and more than likely some other bullshit he definitely learned from a loser pick-up artist

but when he's finally presented with a body, he's on his knees begging you to let him taste you or smell you

whining or the privilege of experiencing your body raw and natural, in the state it's in at that moment

because he's really just a pathetic little romantic at heart, who could get hard at the smell of his partner's chosen deoderant

and can you really complain about him when you're nuzzling into his sideburns and sniffing his neck?

gotham

he wouldn't have thought that musk or smells would be something he was particularly into

but of course he quickly realised that it's very sexy to get all sweaty and hot with a partner

as a neat and tidy boy, it means he's got an extra fun task afterwards of warding off the sex smell

he doesn't mind someone's natural scent, but he's big on fresh smells, like mint or cucumber or some light citrus

scents that make you delicious, good enough to eat, like a carefully prepared meal

if you're clean, then that gives him something to tarnish, to take your perfect self and dirty it

unfortunately, he can't make you smell perfect to him because his favourite smell is actually formaldehyde

and it would be... uncomfortable for that smell to arouse him. at least he thinks it would be. one side of him wuold argue differently

so unless you're willing to get a little bit freaky at the gcpd morgue then... eucalyptus and lemon zest candle by the bed it is!

btaa

musk at least pertaining to body odours is sort of whatever to him, but he is definitely into scents

it's important to him to smell as wonderful as he looks and feels. it gives a better impression of him, like a signature perfume

he's not at all bothered by a partner who is into musk though, as long as they're not too disappointed by his artificial scent

that magically lingers after a run in with batman where he's getting pummelled and then left in a holding cell for four hours

with a partner, he's definitely keen on a sweet smell so he can give them a sickly little petname

so honey bun, cookie, cinnamon bun, little berry, scents that conjure up those kinds of themes all work!!

he has a penchant for absolutely devouring you, so matching the smell to the taste would give him a kick

btas

he's not particularly into smells or scents or musk in a partner, but it's not something he's necessarily against

if he was pushed for an answer about his favourite smell in reference to a partner, he'd say it was their body, fresh

just out of a shower, not using anything perfumed to wash themselves

a natural scent that he can pick up when he kisses your neck, one that is unmistakably you

one that he thinks of when he misses you, that can give him a little boost when he's gone too many days at work without seeing you

he would enjoy having a partner who was into musk or scents though, the ego boost would be phenomenal

what do you mean, you enjoy him unfiltered and as he comes? of course you do! because he's perfect

i think he'd also be so delighted with the idea of you picking out an aftershave for him

putting that much thought into him would definitely persuade him to wear just the aftershave the next time he's got you alone

unburied

it's difficult for him, because while he would love his partner regardless of how they smelled

musk is just not something he is into in the slightest for so many reasons, mostly related to the trauma of being an arkham iinmate

he's a tidy and smart and well-dressed boy (when he's got access to his own wardrobe and a warm shower)

even when he's hiding from the law in unseemly hotel rooms, he's still dedicated to a daily shower and ironing his shirts

so eing cooped up in arkham with other people and limited shower time was a nightmare

everyone just openly sweating and bleeding and crying and masturbating and stinking

those smells will unfortunately never leave him, so he prefers things to have a mask of artificial delight

arkham

regardless of which outfit you steal from him, the suit, the sweater vest, or the ratty vest and shirt combo he's gonna be annoyed. quite annoyed actually

you're sullying them! you don't deserve to wear them! what if people mistake you for him? he can't have that kind of damage to his reputation

so you better remove them, right now. and he doesn't care if you're then left naked and embarrassed, that's your problem. and it'll serve nice as an apology to him to get to see you in that state

zero year

he gets what you were going for, imitation is after all the greatest form of flattery and he can't deny that he deserves all the compliments in the world

but this is the wrwong way to please him, because here you are putting on more clothes, when he would rather you remove all clothes

the hat, however... that can stay on actually. you might have to hold on to it though, because he can't guarantee he'll be gentle with you

unburied

one of the very few times he has ever felt genuine adoration for you outside of his dry, sarcastic way of showing affection was when you borrowed his sweater

the one barbara gave him to wear, stained with his blood, torn and ripped and damaged, but a comfort item for him

and to see you all cosy and wrapped up in it, he can't help but consider that you might even be cuter than he is. but only just!

btas

that hat suits you but his shirt is a little big. doesn't matter though, because for first time in his life he's confused! he doesn't really know what to do

first of all, it seems to strange that something can be cute and sexy at the same time? you can't make his heart skip a beat and his cock hard at the same time, surely?

well, if anyone can, it's you. but that begs the question: what does he do next? smoosh your cheeks together? or... bend you over and clap the other set of cheeks?

dano

he'd lose his god damn mind, regardless of what you have underneath that coat, because his imagination is already running wild

just think how delightful it would be to peel back that mask while he was inside of you, revealing your face in pure ecstacy

even better if you were splattered in the blood of his enemies, but hey he's not going to be picky. the jacket and the boots are plenty

twojar

oh fuck yeah, because here's the thing about that outfit: the shirt isn't unbuttoned, it just doesn't have buttons

which means if you're wearing it he's getting a solid look at your chest, always a positive for him because getting to see any part of your body makes his day

but it proves a bit distracting for him while he's working on his overthrow of joker, so contrary to his desires, you might need to cover up

gotham

can we stay with sweet eddie? season 1 eddie? losing his mind over walking in on you in one of the labs wearing his lab coat, some rubber gloves, and his spare glasses?

the blushing, the flustered stuttering as he tries to ask what you're doing, knowing full well exactly what your intentions are but still finding it hard to believe