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acapelladitty · 1 month ago

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`♡° kinktober 2024! ---

☆ kink: boot humping

☆ pairing: arkham riddler/female reader

☆ summary: After breaking his rules, Edward makes the decision to punish you with something new.

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His back reclining hard against the padded chair which often housed him as he surveyed the countless monitors which hung across his main workstation, Edward barely spared a glance down at your desperate eyes as he maintained his focus on his cameras.

“I can feel you looking at me, my dear. If you hadn’t made the fools choice to touch that which belonged to me then maybe I would be more than happy to take time away from my important work to give you what you need.”

Memories of that morning flash through your mind. You had woken up horny as hell and, without thinking, had immediately delved your hand between your legs to work out some of that tension. It hadn’t taken long to get you to the edge, your approaching release making your breath come in short pants as your legs tensed, but the sensation of Edward’s hand locking around your wrist and pulling it away – just as you reached your peak – had resulted in a cruel ruin which had your hips humping at the bare air as he used his body to keep you from any further pleasure.

His disappointment had been clear and the weight of the shame, of letting him down with your own greediness, had made you compliant when he suggested an appropriate punishment for such a disrespectful choice. You only had yourself to blame, verbally signing away your right to come as part of the lifestyle you had chosen to share with Edward – the loss of control giving you both something which fulfilled a need.

“So,” Edward continued as he refused to look down at your submissive positioning, “rather than the pleasures which I could be giving you, I will graciously allow you to keep stewing in your own idiocy as you hump yourself against my boot like the empty-headed harlot you are.”

And it was the truth.

A hard truth which makes your fingers claw around the back of his oil-stained pants as you maintain a steady balance on the rug which he had carelessly thrown down at his feet to allow you to kneel on.

Legs spread almost painfully wide as your heels touched your bare ass, this position was the only way to allow your cunt to spread across the tip of his thick leather boots. Boots which has chosen specially for this task as the top of the boot was edged with a slight ridge – the leather hard and unforgiving against your much softer skin.

His boot was already soaked, drenched in your arousal as you struggle to push yourself beyond anything more than a hard tease; every frantic hump of your groin only just allowing your clit to graze the smooth expanse of his boot with a maddening almost-pressure that was determined to drive you insane or force your body to collapse from exhaustion – whichever won out first.

Edward, as always, had a lot to say about your predicament.

“Was it worth it, dear? Burying those naughty fingers in that needy hole instead of waiting for permission? Are you so pathetic that you can’t help yourself? Turning that brain of yours to mush just for a little stolen pleasure is very disappointing.”

Whimpering, you roll your cunt across his boot and clench around nothing as your hole remains unfilled and aching for more.

“Maybe I treat you too well? A bitch in heat who touches my cunt without permission may be in need of further discipline. A belt perhaps? Something to keep those brainless fingers from the temptation?” Edward hummed out his considerations, absent-mindedly tilting his foot un slightly to give you better purchase against it – the action too innocent to be a mistake as he continues to talk you through his thought process.

“Yes, a belt. And then you would be responsible for earning your way out of it by showing me just how well you can take instruction. Any rare moments of brilliance from that empty, cock-hungry brain could earn you a hard edge – maybe even a ruin if I’m feeling generous enough.”

You wrap your arm around his leg, pulling your upper body flush against his pants as you bury your moan in the fabric of his knee – his casual discussion of stripping you of all pleasures making your cunt drip. Everything burns. From the heat of your skin and the clothing which clings to your upper half, to the ache in your cunt as the continuous rub is beginning to make the skin feel raw and puffy.

You gasp as his hand wraps around your hair, tugging your attention high as your dulled gaze settles on his lined features – his eyes piercing as his goggles push back his hair from his forehead. A smudge of oil stains the corner of his lip and you imagine yourself licking it off while sitting in his lap, his cock buried deep within your cunt as he fuc-

“Ouch!” You cry as he once again tugs at your hair, no doubt working out where your thoughts were drifting and you focus on keeping your cunt grinding against his boot as he continues to degrade you.

“Maybe I should add something nasty to my boot to help that addled brain focus on its simple task? Perhaps some hot sauce or toothpaste, something to really see you squirm and feel sorry for touching what’s mine.”

“Sir, please, no! Not that,” you babble out as your hips move even faster in a show of doing your absolute best. Your cunt, already so sensitive and on edge, couldn’t handle the added stimulation – especially when the hellish burn only served to hurt and take away some of the pleasure. “I’ll be good- I’ll be a good girl for you.”

“Hmm,” considering the words, Edward rubs at his chin with two fingers, “well, in that case, to thank me for being so lenient and willing you waste my time to teach you to be better, I think I’ll bury my cock in that talented throat and have you show your appreciation for such mercy.”

Mouth instantly dry at the thought of getting to suck him off, your enthusiasm nods earns you a slight chuckle of approval as his grime-ridden hands slowly shift to start unzipping his fly.

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penmansparadise · 2 years ago

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Ed Nygma ~ The Set Up

Pairing: Ed Nygma x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: Mild language

A/N: Hello! It's been quite some time since I've posted and written. I have been recently watching Gotham, and I'm obsessed. This is the first time I've ever dabbled in the DC realm, so please go easy on me. This will hopefully be the first of several one shots for the show Gotham. Please do not be afraid to send in a request but do know that I am only at the beginning of Season 3, so who I write for may be limited. But if you like this one, please send in a request for another! I hope you all enjoy

The sound of your shoes against the tile floor mixed with the hustle and bustle of the GCPD. You moved around officers hauling in criminals screaming for justice as you made your way to your little corner of the building. You hadn’t been working at the GCPD for long. In fact, you were happy where you were previously employed. You would have stayed there forever had a former employee, who was now caged up in Arkham, not decided to torch the place. So, when you found yourself out of a job, you did what any ordinary distraught adult would do. You called your best friend and scheduled a date for some much-needed wine therapy. Unfortunately for you, your best friend was hanging out with her close buddy, Kristen Kringle, when said call was made.

You had only met Kristen a handful of times and were not a fan. She always struck you as shallow. Every time you spent time with her, she would only ever talk about how much she hated her job but enjoyed all the male attention from the officers. So, naturally, when your best friend told you that Kristen could get you a job as her assistant at the GCPD, you were a little skeptical. But, since your options were limited, you reluctantly accepted and eventually found yourself being Kristen’s own personal servant.

You hurried through the building until you came upon the Record’s Room door. Just as you were about to enter, the trill of Kristen’s giggle filled your ears, causing you to pause. You peeked around the corner to find Officer Dougherty trailing his fingers up and down Kristen’s arm. His head was angled down as he whispered something into her ear, earning another laugh. You rolled your eyes before turning on your heel with a huff and headed toward the M.E.’s office. When you entered the room, it was empty. Lee always ran a bit late, but you knew she wouldn’t mind if you hid in her office. She was used to it by now.

You dropped your bag onto the floor and began aimlessly walking around the room. Vials of odd-colored liquids were chilling in a refrigerator, and several medical tools were lined on the table in the middle of the room. You meandered over to the lone skeleton in the corner and began lifting up its limp arms. You gave them a light shake causing the whole thing to rattle when the door opened.

“Making friends over there?” Lee asked.

You dropped the arms and let out a little chuckle.

“I couldn’t help myself. He looked a little bonely.”

“Not a pun this early in the morning, Y/N” Lee groaned.

You just smiled as you moved to plop down into her roller chair. As you watched Lee set up for the day, you began slowly spinning the chair. She sent you a glance over her shoulder.

“Kristen has company again?”

You scoffed and said, “Officer Dougherty, now.”

“She sure moved on quickly from Flass.”

With every spin, you briefly looked at Lee and said, “Don’t even get me started.”

Lee let out a breathy laugh and then continued to move around the room. You were spinning in silence when the door opened again, and none other than Ed Nygma entered. You slammed your feet down in an attempt to stop the spinning and nearly sent yourself flying from the chair. A bright smile spread across Ed’s face the second your eyes locked with his.

“Miss Y/L/N.”

“Hi, Ed,” you said, his name coming out like a secret you didn’t want anyone else to know.

“I thought I might find you here.”

You and Ed hit it off immediately, which inevitably meant that your crush for him blossomed rather quickly. You remember it like it was yesterday. It was your first day on the job, and Kristen had delegated sorting to you. So, you were crouched behind the filing cabinets going through shelves of folders, when Ed walked into the Record’s Room. You didn’t see him right away. You could only hear was his chipper and smooth voice as he greeted Kristen.

“Though my beauty is becoming,” he said, his smile seeping into every word, “I can hurt you just the same; I come in many colors; I am what I am by any other name. What am I?”

Kristen groaned.

“Mr. Nygma, I’m really not in the mood for one of your little riddles.”

“Do you give up?” Ed had asked, not even caring about Kristen’s hostile tone.

You could hear her huff before she said, “Yeah, I give up.”

You didn’t even know him yet, but for some reason, the way Kristen was treating him was pissing you off. Maybe that’s what possessed you to answer his riddle when he began to give the answer.

“I’m a–”

“Rose,” you said as you stood up, revealing yourself.

His eyes snapped to you, and you took a sharp breath. He was cuter than he sounded. Tall with hair combed almost systematically and eyes the color of a warm cup of coffee. And when he directed his smile toward you, it felt like you were struck by lightning. He pulled a rose you didn’t see him holding from behind his back and handed it to you.

“Yes, that’s correct.”

You took the rose from him, your fingers just barely grazing his velvety skin. His eyes traveled over every inch of your face, from the arch of your brow to the curve of your lips.

“I don’t believe we’ve met,” he began, extending his hand to you. “I’m Ed Nygma.”

You placed your hand in his large palm and couldn’t help the butterflies that erupted in your stomach.

“Y/N Y/L/N.”

The corners of his lips curled upward as he shook your hand.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Y/L/N.”

He held onto your hand for a moment longer than necessary before finally taking his exit. You were frozen in time as your body reacted to him even though he was no longer in the room. You could barely hear when Kristen began to whine about how Ed was the guy she told your best friend about who wouldn’t leave her alone. Her voice became a hum as you stared at the rose Ed gave you, and all you could think was that you were glad Kristen didn’t like him because you did. A lot.

That was six months ago. And ever since that first meeting, Ed would visit you every morning and give you a riddle. His daily ritual only furthered your feelings for him. As the months rolled on, you did your best to conceal your emotions, but it seemed that everyone knew of your ever-growing crush. Of course, that was everyone but Ed.

You sat up a little straighter in your chair as you waited for Ed to deliver his daily riddle.

“When you stop to look, you can always see me. But,” he said, sticking a finger in the air, “if you try to touch me, you can never feel me. Although you walk towards me, I remain the same distance from you. What am I?”

You began nibbling on your lower lip as you tried to work through the riddle, whispering to yourself. Your eyebrows furrowed as you brought your hand to your chin.

“Do you give up?” He asked, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

You waved your hands at him as you let out a string of “no’s,” but after a few more minutes of nothing, you finally let out a defeated huff.

“I give up. What is it?”

Ed’s grin grew, then he said, “The horizon.”

You threw your head back and groaned earning a laugh from Ed.

“I should’ve gotten that one!” You shouted. “That was a good riddle. Right, Lee?”

Lee hummed in response.

“Yeah, it was.”

Ed gave her a nod and said, “Good morning, Dr. Thompkins.”

“Ed,” Lee began with a gentle smile, “please just call me Lee.”

“Right. My apologies, Lee.”

He turned back to you, and your heart jumped in your chest. Even after all these months, you were still unable to figure out how he had such an effect on you. Ed just existing made you melt. You couldn’t help but think what would happen if he ever got his hands on you. Your bottom lip slid between your teeth at the thought.

“Well,” Ed said, pulling you back to reality, “I better head out. I’ll, um, I’ll see you later, Miss Y/L/N.”

You nodded and let out a weak “Okay,” before Ed turned and began walking toward the door. As he went to leave, you looked at Lee, who mouthed, “Say something,” to which you quickly shook your head. Lee rolled her eyes, and just before the door shut behind Ed, she called out to him. At first, the door remained shut, but when it slowly opened again, your heart sank. You tried to control the way your eyes grew to the size of saucers as you watched Lee, but you knew how you were feeling was written all over your face. Ed reentered the room and looked between the two of you.

“Is there something wrong?” He asked, his innocence doing something to your insides.

“No, of course not!” Lee said, moving toward him. “No, um, I was just thinking about our conversation we had a while back about cooking. Do you remember that?”

Your eyebrows furrowed as you sent Lee a look, but she ignored you. Ed nodded.

“Y-yes, I do.”

Lee smiled, and to the normal eye, it may have looked endearing. But to you, a close friend, you knew she was scheming.

“I remember you mentioned how you loved to cook and would like to have a double date with Jim and me.”

Your spine straightened, and you began to stand from your chair.

“Lee…”

“I was just wondering if you were free tonight?” Lee asked, ignoring your protest.

Ed’s eyes flitted from Lee’s to yours and back. His cheeks began to redden as he dropped his head and absentmindedly fixed his glasses.

“Oh,” he began, “um, I-I am free, but I’m afraid I won’t be able to hold up my end of the whole double date thing. I, uh, I don’t have a date.”

Lee’s gaze snapped to yours briefly before saying, “Just bring Y/N!”

Your whole body was tense, and you clenched your fists at your side.

“Lee,” you said, but it was as if you weren’t even in the room.

“I’m sure she has no plans.”

“Lee!” You barked, finally gaining her attention.

You gave her a look, but when Ed turned to face you, you did your best to look as if you weren’t about to pass out or commit murder. He began to fidget with his glasses again and avoided your stare as he said, “I, uh, if you’re free, um, would you like to maybe join us for dinner, Miss Y/L/N?”

When his stare finally met yours, you could see the vulnerability deep in his eyes. You looked at Lee briefly before nodding.

“I’d love to, Ed,” you said, a small smile pulling at your lips.

You could almost see the tension leave his body as he relaxed his shoulders.

“Fantastic. How does seven sound?”

Lee clapped a hand on Ed’s shoulder and said, “That sounds perfect. We’ll see you later.”

A grin spread across Ed’s face before he gave a curt nod and exited once more. And as soon as the door shut behind him, you turned to Lee, who looked smug.

“What the hell was that?” You asked, but Lee didn’t care. She just looked at you and crossed her arms.

“You’re welcome,” she said, causing your jaw to drop, but before you could argue, she held her hand up to stop you. “I don’t want to hear why you think what I did was wrong. Now, you better head to records before someone starts looking for you.”

You stood frozen with your mouth agape for another moment before finally letting out a groan and grabbing your bag from the floor.

“This isn’t over!” You shouted as you showed yourself out, and just as the door was shutting, you could hear Lee’s chuckle.

The rest of the day went by in a blur. No matter how hard you tried to focus on work, your mind was elsewhere. A thousand scenarios were running through your head. What if Ed called you and told you that he actually found a date and didn’t want you to show up? What if he didn’t call and you got to his place only to see some other woman? Your stomach rolled at the thought. Even though you were excited to finally have an unofficial date with Ed, you couldn’t help the way your heart was trying to run away from you.

By the time your shift ended, it felt like you had aged fifteen years. You had been stressing for eight hours, and the evening hadn’t even begun yet. Kristen had already left by the time you gathered your things and began to make your way to the exit. You were digging through your bag when you ran into someone. When you looked up to apologize, you saw Lee and Jim.

“Oh! I’m so glad I ran into you,” Lee said with that same sneaky smile from earlier.

The hairs on the back of your neck stuck up as you asked, “Why?”

Lee let out a sigh.

“We won’t be able to make it to dinner tonight.” She placed a hand on Jim’s back and gave a small pout. “Poor Jim here has come down with a stomach bug.”

You looked at Jim, who was avoiding your stare, and your eyes narrowed.

“He looks fine.”

Lee elbowed him in the side, and Jim slowly brought his closed fist up to his mouth before giving a cough. You furrowed your eyebrows and let out a dry laugh.

“Did you just fake cough?”

Jim shuffled his feet a bit then, in the most monotonous tone, said, “I have been instructed to get bed rest…doctor’s orders.”

Your eyes grew as you looked back at Lee.

“Is he being serious?”

Lee just gave a bashful grin and a shrug before turning to usher Jim out of the precinct.

“Hey!” You shouted after them, but they didn’t turn around, and soon you were standing alone in the bullpen.

“Son of a bitch,” you whispered through gritted teeth as you exited the building and made your way to your vehicle.

It was as if you were on autopilot as you drove home. And when you finally arrived at your apartment, you could barely focus on getting ready for the evening. Your thoughts were a whirlwind. You and Ed had never been alone together before. In fact, you never spent any time together outside of work. Here and there, you would talk on the phone, sometimes even late into the evening, but you had never been on a date. You weren’t sure what to expect, especially now that Lee and Jim wouldn’t be there as a buffer. But even though Lee had set you up and you were nervous, maybe even scared, you still drove to Ed’s apartment at seven. You hiked up the stairs until you were staring at his cold metal front door. Your hands were shaking, and you turned to look at the steps that would lead you right back to the comfort of your car. You could have easily just gone back home and blamed your absence on a headache or your nonexistent sick goldfish. But you didn’t. Instead, you raised your shaky hand and knocked on Ed’s door.

It took him a moment to get to the door, but when it slid open, and you saw him, your heart fluttered in your chest. His normally well-manicured hair was a little disheveled, only making him even more attractive. A bright smile split across his face.

“You came,” he said as he opened the door even further to allow you to enter.

You walked in and were immediately blanketed with a decadent smell emanating from the kitchen, and something that reminded you of clean linen. Your eyes shut for a minute as you took a deep breath. You only opened them again when you heard Ed shut the door and ask, “Do you know when Dr. Thompkins and Detective Gordon will be joining us?”

You let out a sigh and made a mental note to maim Lee when you saw her at work again.

“Um,” you cleared your throat and turned to face Ed,” they’re actually not coming.”

“Oh?”

With that simple sentence, you could see the anxiety seep into Ed’s demeanor.

“Yeah,” you said, rubbing the back of your neck, “Jim wasn’t feeling well.”

It was quiet between the two of you for a moment as Ed stared and processed what you said. His stare was glued to the floor, and you were starting to think this was a bad idea until he lifted his chocolate brown eyes to meet yours and gave you his award-winning smile.

“Well, I guess it’ll just be the two of us then.”

Before you could say anything in return, he hustled past you and entered the kitchen, resuming his work on setting the plates.

“Please, make yourself at home. Dinner is almost ready.”

You took in the apartment as you leisurely made your way toward the table. It was rather small, but everything about it screamed “Ed.” His decor was modern and simple, and there wasn’t one thing out of place. From the books sitting on his bookshelf to the vinyl he had stacked next to his record player, everything had its own spot.

When you finally made it to the table, Ed had just placed two perfectly crafted plates of food down. He pulled your chair out for you, and when you were seated, he took his place across from you. The food looked just as good as it smelt. You honestly weren’t expecting anything special but were pleasantly surprised when you took your first bite. Several flavors danced on your tongue, and you had to hold back a moan.

“Ed,” you said a little too breathy, “this tastes amazing. Where did you learn to cook like this?”

A pleased grin pulled at Ed’s lips, and he shrugged.

“Cooking is like a science, is it not?”

You gave a small chuckle before diving back into your plate. The rest of the meal went by in silence. You were too immersed in your food to even bother starting a conversation. But the way Ed’s foot tapped incessantly under the table did not go unnoticed. And when you both finished, Ed nearly jumped from his seat to gather all the dishes and begin cleaning. You followed him into the kitchen and grabbed a dish towel. Neither of you spoke as you worked. But you could see a slight shake in Ed’s typically steady hands as he washed the plates. You noticed how every few seconds, he pushed his glasses a little further up the bridge of his nose, despite them not needing to be adjusted. You saw how his shoulders were just slightly more tense than usual. How could you not notice? For six months, you had cataloged everything about Ed and stowed it away in your mind. You knew everything about him, even if you tried to deny it. And as badly as you wanted to convince yourself that the evening was going well, you knew that Ed had been acting different since you had arrived.

When the kitchen was cleaned, you hung the dish towel to dry and leaned against the counter opposite Ed. His eyes never met yours, but your gaze was trained on his fidgeting figure. His hair was even more tousled than before, showcasing the beginnings of a few curls. Your fingers itched to brush them back off his forehead, but you didn’t dare move. And you knew the easy thing to do would be to just grab your things and say goodnight, but you couldn’t bring yourself to leave. Instead, you took a deep breath and said, “Ed, is everything alright?”

His eyes flicked up from the floor to meet yours, and his forehead creased at your question.

“W-what do you mean?”

You threw your hands in the air and let out a small grunt.

“I mean, you’ve been acting weird all night.”

You watched as Ed swallowed as you continued.

“Usually, things aren’t so…tense between us,” you said to your shoes. Then you raised your eyes to meet his again. “Did I do something wrong?”

Ed’s face immediately softened at your question, and he closed the distance between the two of you. He took your hands in his as he shook his head.

“No, no, you didn’t do anything. It’s, uh,” he dropped his hold on you and began to pace.

“I don’t know how to do this,” he whispered more to himself than you.

You furrowed your brow at him and tried to place your hand on his arm, but he was moving too erratically for you to touch him.

“Do what?” You asked, causing him to stop in front of you.

Ed took a deep breath and squared his shoulders, focusing his stare on you.

“Miss Y/L/N.”

“Ed,” you said, “just call me Y/N.”

He shook his head and readjusted his glasses once more.

“Right. Y/N.”

He looked at you again.

“I, uh, for a long time, um, oh geez.”

You watched as his mouth opened and closed several times before he balled up his fists, pressed them to his eyes, and let out a high-pitched whine.

“Ed,” you began, taking a step closer to him, “are you o–”

Suddenly, Ed’s hands dropped, and his eyes pierced into yours.

“I hurt the most when lost, yet also when not had at all. I’m sometimes the hardest to express but the easiest to ignore.”

He took a deep breath and slowly inched toward you as he continued.

“I can be given to many or just one.”

His shaky and slender fingers traced down your arm sending shocks of electricity down your spine.

“What am I?” He asked, voice so low it was barely above a whisper.

Your mind was a muddle. There was no way you could think of an answer with his fingers brushing against yours and his heart clearly exposed. You shook your head, and Ed asked, “Do you give up?”

You gave a weak nod. Ed dropped your gaze for a brief moment before looking back at you and saying, “Love.”

Your stomach did a somersault at his answer, and your heart pounded against your chest. Ed laced his fingers together with yours.

“I’m in love with you, Y/N. I have been since the first time I met you.”

Every part of you was buzzing from his admission. You had been waiting months for him to show you any sign that he felt the same way you did. When he didn’t, you began to think your feelings were one-sided. But here he was, standing in the middle of his kitchen, holding your hand, professing his love for you. Your knees felt like they were about to give out, and all the oxygen escaped your lungs. When you didn’t say anything right away, Ed started fidgeting again. He released your hand and began tapping his glasses.

“Oh, great,” he said to the floor, “Now you’re uncomfortable, and I just ruined the only real friendship I have. Way to go, Ed. You–“

You didn’t give him a chance to finish his sentence. Instead, you took his face between your hands and slammed your lips to his. He was stiff at first, but it only took a moment before his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. His large hands gripped the fabric against your back, and you didn’t waste any time letting your hands thread through his hair. It was as if everything was moving in slow motion. The way Ed’s lips moved in sync with yours felt unhurried. The way the heat bubbling in your gut slowly seeped throughout the rest of your body felt like drinking a cup of hot cocoa after being out in a winter storm all day. It was everything you had imagined and more.

When you finally pulled back for air, you brought your eyes up to meet Ed’s and whispered, “I’m in love with you too, Ed.”

“Really?” He asked, incredulous.

You just nodded, earning a small laugh from Ed before he pressed his lips to yours again. The rest of the evening, you and Ed sat cuddled up on his couch, listening to his array of records while you made a mental note to not maim Lee but rather figure out how you could ever thank her for setting you and Ed up.

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sweetums0kitty · 2 years ago

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Mask Maketh The Man

Another Sav fic so soon?! What is this productivity? Anyway! This is another request from my good pal Bunny! @lovesickrobotic I hope you enjoy Bun! <3 Btw my requests are openhttps://www.tumblr.com/sweetums0kitty/717181379533815808/requests-are-open Shoot me an ask!

Warnings: None just pure fluff

He was beautiful, regal, and powerful, so different in his fearsome regalia than when he's just your mild-mannered Edward. He had finally assembled the complete outfit after months of searching Edward was finally the Riddler. "Well… How do I look?" came his modulated voice sending a cold shiver down your spine. His already piercing gaze was heightened by the way the clear frames of his glasses were set over the bridge of the mask. He looked like death, he was an angel of vengeance… Edward was everything. "You're- oh my god, this is really happening!" laughing as you pushed your hair out of your face with a deep sigh. Eddie stepped forward and you instantly stepped back from his hulking form. Arms hanging lamely by his sides he lifted his hand to scratch the back of his neck but stopped when he was reminded of the plastic wrap at the back of his skull. "Do I scare you like this?" he insinuated taking a step back with a forlorn tilt of his masked head. quickly you stepped forward attempting to soothe Eddie. "No, no! I'm not… You don't scare me! I'm just worried… What if you get caught?" beginning to pace back and forth in front of where the Riddler stood. He snorted and you turned quickly to glour at the masked man before you. "It's a perfectly valid concern!" Sighing the hot breath fogged the lenses of his mask making Eddie look a bit less fearsome. "C'mere" gesturing for you to come into his long protective arms. Obediently you stepped forward and instantly the warm, comforting presence of Edward enveloped you. Resting your head on his chest you could breathe in the familiar scents of coffee and old paper that made Eddie your Eddie. He was so tenderly soft it was hard to imagine the hands that gently stroked your hair, shushing all the niggling doubts that plagued you could be used for such gruesome violence.

Gently he bent forward hooking leatherbound gloves under your knees and bringing you almost effortlessly (He was a bit out of breath, he did always say he wasn't physically gifted. But for you! An effort was made) to the couch before sitting down with you snugly perched in his warm lap. The old futon groaned under the combined weight but held fast. Sitting curled up in his arms you felt truly safe, like nothing in the hellish streets of Gotham could take you from Edward. Still like a child afraid of the monster under the bed, you needed reassurance. Turning to face Eddie you hesitated to touch his face. Emerald eyes held your gaze and you could just see the way his brows were furloughed with the crinkle of the skin around his eyes. "Angel?" one gloved hand reached up to touch your cheek and instantly it clicked. "Can I touch your mask?" the words flopped from your lips in one undignified lump. "Of course, you can.." a bit incredulous that you would even ask to touch him. Even so, your hands gingerly met the vinal of his mask in an exploratory touch. Ghosting fingers over the shapeless face covering you could feel where his gorgeous nose was encased, down further and there were his cherubic cheeks and down once more and you were brushing over his lips. "See I'm still me, just better." whispering as you worked the hooks of the facial covering off so you could properly hold the reddened cheeks of your beloved. Letting the mask flop between the two of you as you bent forward to press a kiss into the plush petals of his lips. Instantly you melded with Edward. Lips dancing together as you cradled each other's cheeks. Finally pulling away to rest your foreheads together. "You're already amazing Eddie." gently kissing his nose. Snuggled under his chin you felt like renewal could be found within your love.

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quandaryqueen · 2 years ago

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Since requests are open again, could you perhaps do some headcannons for Yandere! Young Justice Riddler?

White knuckle jerk

Yandere Young Justice Edward Nygma X Reader

Yandere? YJ Eddie? Oh my god my loves 😍💕 oh lordy labacamoo, I love you for requesting this. I am so sorry it took too long, I just really needed the time to think about how I can do this request justice and I really hope I did

Also, I'd love to try something new for the Reader's role. You'll see.

CW: Yandere Content, Toxic Relationship Dynamic

💚 Yanderes are a different kind of breed, aren't they? Just the absolute worse, to think they are entitled to a person just because the object of obsession looked their way once and now the Yandere won't stop until they're satisfied on how they have their darling in their grasp.

There are myriad classifications of Yandere. There's the sadistic, protective, delusional, laid-back, vouyeristic, etc etc.

Then there's Edward Nygma, the Riddler, the pathetic one. The one who tries to hold over control over his darling in a way that's degradingly cute of him to try and cuff you to the bed, only to apologize, kneeling, crying, clinging, pleading for you to forgive him, as he kisses your feet for forgiveness.

💚 You were caught as object of obsession, the hot topic among circles of villainy, you've made a name for yourself, an instant terror struck upon the masses and a threat to be snuffed out... All he ever wanted.

And so he set out to watch you for his pure fascination. How does one person in which a calibre like yours operates?

Well for one, he kept a record of your agenda and had managed to track footage of you through various security cameras from wherever you go. It was difficult at first but it's certainly a tell of his determination. From the direction of your headquarters, the bank you recently robbed, a construction site you rigged with explosives as bait for the heroes, your life as a civilian as well, wherein he'd observe you go on about your alter ego where you managed to hide your identity very well. It's simply laughable how you aren't cuffed by the police yet with this amount of footage.

Seeing you go from the cold, masked monster to a warm face that smiles back during encounters was jarring, but fascinating to him. And he can't even tell which one was an act and which was genuine.

💚 Now, the tricky part was making himself known... Wait... Isn't he already known? He has to be, he's been trying to establish himself as one of the greatest threats of Gotham, of course he'd be known! You'd know who he is! Who doesn't?

Anyways... He has pinpointed your latest agenda, striking up a deal with a little known rogue who has yet to make a name for themself. It would be easy to acquire access of their contacts, plus he thinks his reputation would be a great addition to be considered when he plans to make himself known to them as an ally and as a result, get to meet you.

💚 A crush? No. Fascination is the correct word. He isn't above admitting he looks up to you, that he admires your way of doing things and would like to emulate that.

💚 When the time came, he establish himself as an ally of the team, he finally met you.

"V/N, I presume? Your reputation precedes you,"

"Ah, I forgot. Y/N, this is the Riddler." Edward glances at the third person, who is apparently on a first name basis with you. And not to mention, how they sound more at ease around you.

"Riddler... I've heard of him. The one with the question marks," You merely looked over your friend with disinterest as if he weren't there. "And what other help can he offer our cost? Other than being utilised for a... Questionable bait." You paused, trying to find a word less offensive.

"I can assure you-- I'm quite effective in wide ranges of cyber-related needs, strategies, techs--"

"I suppose we can make use of you. Now, if you were to excuse us for a moment, I'd like to talk to Gaslight alone."

Edward practically shrank under your intensive gaze, before wordlessly excusing himself.

💚 One would think he'd be turned off after your display of decorum (lack thereof), he was not. For one, this treatment wasn't particularly new for him and second, he expected this. He has been watching you after all. What's more, he was compelled. How it will all feel worth it once he has done the unthinkable, the impossible. Little ol' him.

He was on the team. That, he can tick off the checklist. Now all to do was to get along with you or Gaslight, the rogue who has agreed to work with him. You seem to get along with them very well and perhaps through a mutual friend, he can develop a bond with you.

It was no easy task, he was prepared from the mount Everest of a research, you would be the most difficult person to conquer in any way. There was nothing you find more repulsive, like submitting under someone. Let alone someone like him. But he felt in control.

He knows what to do, what to expect.

💚 Everything about you wasn't easy. You are irritable to anyone you don't like, save for a few people you tolerate. You also pick up one of the myriads of masks and use it for your own benefit, building a beguiling reputation for being a soft-hearted, thoughtful angel to some, not so much when they turned around.

He was aware of just how you are when you're at your worst, striking unprovoked and ruining someone's life for your benefit without much an ounce of regret and how you can do that to anyone, including those who you seem to have deceived that you have bond. By the looks of it, you might do the same thing to him. But he doesn't care. If that makes him more to you, then take whatever you want from him.

💚 Stupidly persistent, determined, willing to take damage if it means pleasing you. Everything he takes from you, from the verbal hits to the bruises and welts, he was going to take it. Somehow, someway, he is going to have you under his control soon, pull the rag from under your feet...

And in his delusions, he sees himself as this soon to be dominant, in-control, ever so merciful Yandere who will be your everything. In his head, that's his conclusion. In reality, he couldn't hurt you, he couldn't bear the thought of making you cry, let alone lose all the things you want... But if he had to do that, then so be it. It would have been for a better cause, he justifies.

💚 It just so happens your second-in-command, best friend, Gaslight, first name Gayle and last name Ilaw happened to have failed to escape an exploding building from one of your missions... But don't worry, Edward was there for you, he will be your new best friend... Or more, if you'd like.

"What did you not understand about what I said?" You utter coldly, sparing no glances at the hindrance that is Edward. "Don't make me repeat myself."

"I am so sorry for your loss," Edward approaches your slumped figure standing by the balcony. He felt as though he was in your good graces to be excluded from the goons you've yelled at to leave after receiving the news of Gaslight's death.

Gaslight... Long time friend, someone you considered as family. Second-in-command, confidante... An important piece of you Edward had to yank out in hopes of filling her role. It was a massive gap to fill, but you should know by now, he would do anything.

"If you need someone to talk to, I am always a call away."

Edward could not help but to smile as he exit.

The normal you would have barked at him... This development was just what Edward needed, to see the cracks form and soon enough he'd be there to pick up the pieces for you. It will only be just a matter of time until he reduce you into nothing but broken shards of what used to be you, needing to be made whole again with him by your side.

#edward nygma #riddler x reader #dc x reader #edward nygma x reader #dc x you #edward nigma #request #young justice riddler #edward nygma x you #yandere cw #labacamoo #young justice edward nygma x reader #young justice riddler x reader

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undiscovered-horizon · 2 years ago

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I love your writing so much! I wanted to request something with Eddie, something like the reader being a waitress in the dinner, and when she's nice with him he gets so curious about her, at the point to stalk her social media. The rest is all yours!

Tysm, have a nice day/night :)

Made your request into headcanons, hope you don't mind!🌺

🫀REQUESTS ARE OPEN🫀 || Batman-inspired playlist

Eddie stalking your social media ~ headcanons

[TW: stalking]

You're working at the diner just to pay off bills while you're finishing your degree

Probably not a dream occupation but it's better than being homeless, hungry and cold, you know?

Diners have that vintage 50s feel to them, so you were given an appropriate uniform

The other thing is that your manager wants you to go a step further and address clients as 'sweetie' or 'honey' to keep up the vintage spirit

Creepy but you have bills to pay so...

Anyway! Because by day you're a student, your waitress alter ego comes to play at night

There are fewer tips, unfortunately, but also less is going on in general (so no swollen, aching feet after running between tables for 5 hours straight)

Eddie just wanted to get some fresh air, clear his head

He sees you sitting by the counter, bored out of your mind, reading through the newspaper with a pencil tucked behind your ear

That was the moment he considered bailing for two reasons: 1) you look so pretty his mind is shutting down and 2) the pretty girls were always the meanest to him

But the diner is the closest and cheapest place, so he has to be brave for a moment

You hear the doorbell ring and you frantically get back on your feet and straighten out your uniform

Eddie is completely embarrassed and anxious when your whole attention is on him

He quietly sits at the counter and you ask him the usual cringy 'What can I get you, sweetie?' with a smile on your face

He's just lost

Stuttering, he gives you his order and you tell him it'll be right out, then forward it to the kitchen

Nothing out of the ordinary

While you're waiting, you ask him if he wants to read the newspaper but he's not interested

You serve him the food, give him a 'enjoy your meal' and just hang around, knowing that you have to be professional even if there is only one, disinterested guy at the diner

He pays for his food, leaves you a small tip and is gone about as unnoticeably as he arrived and you carry on with your shift

But for Eddie that night had only begun:

In the diner forgotten by Gotham itself, he found a waitress equally beautiful inside and out

(can't stop thinking about your smile and the way you called him 'sweetie')

There's something bizarre (good bizarre) about you and he needs to know what exactly. You make him feel funny and because he can't name that emotion/sensation, Eddie is frustrated

He knew your name thanks to the tag and knew what school you're attending (you know those freebie pencils with logos they sometimes give out?)

And, obviously, knew what you looked like

He basically broke into the registry of the university and scrolled through every person that had the same name as you did and he finally found you

Now he knew all the basic info he needed: date and place of birth, the programme you're enrolled into, year of study, full name, etc.

Goes through major social media platforms, relentlessly finding your accounts even if they're made private and have no identifying info

Makes a whole dossier on your friends, family, people you follow, and content you watch most often

Spirals into obsession within 24 hours if not less

You know how people in movies pin pictures to corkboards and tie a red string between connected people/events? Eddie does that, except it's covering every wall in his apartment

Every picture of you that was ever posted, doesn't matter when or where, he has them all printed out. They're probably hanging above his bed or above his desk, so he stares at them most of the time while he's home

Through very illegal and unethical means he gets a hold of your conversations on various platforms, reading every message you had ever sent out or received

He just wanted to get to know you better, right?

Well, Eddie already knows so much he could pose as your friend, relative or even better - boyfriend

Having said that, he'd definitely photoshop himself into one of your Instagram pictures

If there's a piece of information he cannot find, he phishes someone close to you

Eddie makes a backdoor for each of your accounts just to check up on you

If there's someone you have an open disagreement with, he would doxx them but not before making up a wild and very incriminating story about them. Also fabricates irrefutable evidence

Doesn't matter if your taste in music is in any way similar, whatever you're currently listening to, he's listening to it too

He finds himself re-reading your social media posts whenever he's not planning his next hit

Eddie's invested in your life, although you don't even know his name

Oh you mentioned a certain brand/product on your social media? Eddie needs to get it

Whenever you post anything hinting at you feeling anything other than happy, he's upset and frantically goes through your texts and emails again to find out the reason

He has to fix that issue

So when you see him next time, don't be surprised when the quiet stranger seems to have so much in common with you. A little too much, perhaps.

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ghostdoodlen · 2 years ago

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Quite a Strudel.

So I had an idea. I have never seen "How to Marry a Millionaire", but I found this scene and I love it.

I got to thinking, what if it was replaced with Gotham riddler?

Wrote this for the people who might have insecurities about glasses. I've had glasses for years but always have been insecure, especially since I'm one of the only few in my family to have them. Didn't have much courage till a year or two ago.

This is basically an unpolished and random thing I did. I watched only a bit of Gotham, so sorry if I'm not accurate.

You're sitting on a bus as the vehicle makes yet another stop at a stop. You had just ended a grueling shift and have been dying to get home. Away from the blurry sight of the world to the sanctuary of your quiet living room, where you know a fresh cup of your favorite drink awaits you.

In the meantime, while you wait to arrive at your destination, you pull out a book, delicately remove the bookmark, and begin to read the chapter you had left on.

It's a minute later that you barely register a tall fellow situating himself next to you from the corner of the eye. You don't mind him and continue with your reading.

It isn't till you hear him make a small noise that catches your attention when you turn to look at him.

"Look, didn't you bring your glasses?" The man towards you.

You blink at him. Who is this?

"What glasses?" You reply, but inside you were panicking. You hoped you haven't given yourself away somehow.

"Don't you wear glasses?", His voice questions, lingering with curiosity, but you simply ignore it in favor of continuing denying his question.

"Oh, no! What ever gives you that idea?"

"Then you got some peculiar vision."

It's quite strange of him to say and decide to voice your inner thoughts, "Why do you say that?"

He gestures to your book, "You're reading upside down."

Oh.

Well that's awkward.

"It's silly, isn't it?" You feel a small wave of embarrassment flooded you. You closed the book and placed it on your lap.

"Is it astigmatism?"

You just shake your head, "No, just blind as a bat."

"Me too!" You feel him perk up as the row you sit slightly makes a squeal at the stranger's movement. What an odd thing to be excited about. Nevertheless, your lips twitch upward.

"Really? Then why aren't you wearing glasses?" It's a simple jab, but it's the only thing you can think to say.

"I am wearing glasses," his tone now full of amusement as you squint and inch towards his face, practically noses touching.

From here you can see a small bit of red dyed against his pale face and eyes widened from behind those specs he indeed had. You shoot straight back and hum.

"Well, there you are."

The stranger darts his eyes and clears his throat.

"I used to be like that. Walking into fire hydrants and shaking hands with lamp posts, tripping over everything... All because I didn't want to be called 'four-eyes'. Then something happened to me."

You leaned in once more as if you were about to be told the answer to the greatest problem of the century. "What was that?"

"One day, I started giving out riddles."

You deflate a bit and let out a small puff of air before it dissolves into small laughter and hear quiet chuckles from your seat companion to match yours.

"But it's different with girls," you somber the mood a bit.

"How so?"

"You know what they say about girls who wear glasses," you shrug, but you can see how the man didn't quite understand your comment.

"What are you talking about?"

"Men aren't very attentive to girls who wear glasses."

"Did you ever try it? Did you bring them with you?"

You can faintly see his eyebrows raise and head tilt to the side in question. That's cute.

"Yes," you said nodding your head.

"Why don't you put them on and find out?" The man motions to your bag. Even with your bad sight, you can see his huge smile as he waits in anticipation.

"With you?" You can help, but blurt out. Looking at him in surprise.

"Why not?" It's his turn to shug, his shoulders almost touches his ears.

"Well..." Digging in your bag, you find your case and quickly grab your glasses and gaze at him, making eye contact once more. Are you really gonna do this?

As if he can sense your hesitation, he quickly says "If you're worried about me, I already think you're quite a strudel."

It takes a moment for it to register what he just called you before you feel a heat crawl up from your neck to your now rosy cheeks.

Did he just call you a snack??

You gotta admit, you've never heard a compliment like that. There was a certain charm to it and you can hear the sincerity behind those words.

"Honestly?" Even if he was sincere, you can't help but fiddle with your glasses and asking as if to reaffirm his words.

"I've thought so from the first minute I saw you."

Hearing those words made you feel giddy and light. It gave you courage as you stared at your glasses before unfolding them. "Well, if you really think so."

Making haste, you plucked them right now and whipped your head at the stranger's reaction to your new look.

It's a shared but brief silence that falls between the two of you. You finally get to see what he looks like in all his glory.

The man is tall yet lanky with short, dark hair neatly parted to the side. His eyes are a lovely shade of brown that are framed with black, half frame glasses that suited him. You admire him a bit more but it swiftly ends just as it began. He opens his mouth and says... "You're crazy."

Your heart drops.

"No?" You meekly answer.

You look better with them."

Utter relief fills you. Did he want to give you a heart attack? It's amazing how up and down your emotions can go in the matter of seconds because of someone you barely know.

"I do?"

"Gives your face a certain mystery." He nods, almost to himself.

"No kidding?" Your voice is in disbelief.

"And a certain kind of distinction." He comments.

"What do you know about that." You're full on smiling. It's as if your muscles in your face can't stop themselves.

"You're very pretty, if you don't mind me saying." He quickly added the last part as if you were to be offended.

"Not at all," you fling back.

"Glasses of that type give your face a very interesting difference."

If this cute stranger doesn't stop, you're very certain you might implode on yourself. You'd think he was the strudel by all the sweetness he was directing towards you.

"I don't look like an old maid?" It was something you heard constantly when you first got your glasses. You didn't mind looking older but it was still hard to hear.

"I've never seen anybody in my life that reminded me less of an old maid."

And... Hook, line, and sinker did you go and fall hard. It felt like you didn't even stand a chance with those charming words and that captivating smile.

"What's your name?" You beamed.

His eyes twinkled. Grabbing your hand, he kissed it. "Edward Nygma. And yours?"

When Edward Nygma woke up today, he didn't expect his car to be decided to give him trouble today and take the bus today. However, he wasn't complaining. Especially, not now.

He had seen you sitting down all by yourself. You were mesmerizing. While he would've normally kept his distance and admire from far away, he couldn't help it once he had seen your book.

It was upside down!

He immediately told you and somehow convinced you to wear your glasses. Edward didn't think someone could look more dazzling. He thought he would drive you away, instead you were listening about his car troubles to some trivia, even the latest he's been working on. Eagerly soaking in all his words as he was your addicting attention.

"-That's why I'm hoping to catch Officer Gordon before goes off, so I can give him this new evidence I just discovered."

"Where do you think he is?"

"If I'm lucky, at the precinct. Why are you heading there?"

He sees that your brows furry a bit. "Who's going to precinct?"

"Doesn't this bus go there?" He questions.

"What are you talking about?" He sees your face only growing more confused.

"This is bus 37. We should be arriving at its destination in minutes. Why?" He knows anyway. You obviously had read the bus schedule wrong but asked to see your reaction anyway.

Would you try to get off the bus? Away to your correct location and away from him? The thought made Edward frown. He didn't get your number yet.

"No reason. Just one of those things." You waved your hand and didn't inform him of what he already knew.

Your next words rendered Edward Nygma speechless.

"Go on, tell me more. Tell me anything." You turned to him, legs crossed and face resting on your hands. Your glasses perfectly framed your eyes as if they were a precious jewel in a museum exhibit.

Edward quickly leaned against you, shoulder to shoulder. Picking up from where he left off.

Was it too early to fall in love? Doesn't matter, he'll get that number soon at the very least.

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ccalhoun · 2 years ago

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>> gotham!edward nygma masterlist !!

smut:

☆ - edward nygma/riddler x gn!reader

sfw + n.sfw hcs! no major tws!

☆ - edward nygma/riddler x male!reader

you work at gcpd alongside ed and the riddler comes out to have a little... "fun" with you!

fluff:

☆ - none (yet)!

angst:

☆ - none (yet)!

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#ccalhoun #edward nygma x reader #edward nygma x you #masterlist

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villainsletter · 2 years ago

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NSFW HEADCANNON OF THE DAY!

THE RIDDLER

TW: sexual themes, kinks, mirror sex, riding, strap-on, narratophilia, cum, cream pie, pole dance, chair dance, eating out.

Mirror:

He likes to be seen, but he also likes to see himself, naked and panting while you please him like he's your god, he likes to see how hard you work and want him when you're giving him a head.

The other option is for you to gift him a reverse cowgirl and he will be mesmerised by the sight of you riding him and moaning so loudly.

Our beloved Riddler also wants you to fuck him in front of the mirror, so do it for him. Make him see how he can be your good little bitch, stick it all in him, if you're wearing a strap-on show him the wonders of different sexual positions and note which one he likes best.

Narratophilia:

Eddie loves to tease you but at the same time remind you of every single thing going on. So get ready, he's going to tell you in the dirtiest way how he's fucking you.

“It's so nice when I feel your cum run down my entire cock and soil the bed, don't worry, now I'm doing it harder… On purpose.”

Edward might like to put Narratophilia and mirror together, well he would fuck in front of the mirror and hold you around the neck or face so you too watch yourself get fucked by him.

Also narrate and guide him, Tell him when and how you are going to touch him, if you notice that he grunted or gasped, remind him of that tell him that you like to know that he likes to be touched in such a naughty way, but that there was no need for shame.

Cream pie:

There is nothing that is more pleasurable for this man than a great post-orgasm. And that includes him watching his cum oozing out of you and down your thighs, for him you cummed all over is his best work of art, maybe he'll lick , some of the cum from inside you.

Just for fun.

Don't be intimidated he would love to be filled by you too, cum inside him and squeeze his ass to see the cum come down faster from him, hear him moan low and try to muffle his own words while feeling such a hot and delicious liquid dripping from him.

Dance:

Well, that could be either chair dancing or pole dancing. Wear clothes that show off your body, wear a harness, move around to sexy music in the background, twerk on his lap, feel him getting hard and if you tease him well enough…. Oops, he had an accident in his pants.

PTBR

Mirror:

Ele gosta de ser visto, mas também gosta de ver a ele mesmo, nu e ofegante enquanto você o agrada como se ele fosse o seu deus, ele gosta vê ver como você se esforça e o deseja quando está o chupando.

A outra opção é você o presentear com uma reverse cowgirl e ele vai ficar hipnotizado com a sua figura sentando e gemendo tão alto.

Nosso amado Charada também quer que você o coma na frente do espelho, então faça isso pra ele.

Faça-o ver como ele pode ser sua boa putinha, enfie tudo nele, se estiver usando um strap-on mostre para ele as maravilhas das diversas posições sexuais e note qual ele mais gosta.

Narratofilia:

Eddie ama te provocar mas ao mesmo tempo lembrar a você cada coisa que está acontecendo.

Então se prepare, ele vai dizer da maneira mais suja como ele está te fodendo.

“É tão gostoso quando eu sinto seu gozo escorrer pelo meu pau inteiro e sujar a cama, não se preocupe agora estou fazendo mais forte...Propositalmente.”

Edward pode gostar de juntar Narratofilia e mirror, bem ele comeria na frente do espelho e lhe seguraria no pescoço ou rosto para que você também se assista sendo fodida por ele.

Narre também e o guie, Diga quando e como você vai toca-lo, se notar que ele grunhiu ous ofegou, faça-o lembrar disso diga que gosta de saber que ele gosta de ser tocado de uma maneira tão safada, mas que não havia necessidade para vergonha.

Cream pie:

Não tem nada que seja mais prazeroso para este homem do que um ótimo pós-orgasmo.

E isso inclui ele observar o gozo dele escorrendo de dentro de você e descendo pelas suas coxas, para ele você gozado é a melhor obra de arte dele, talvez ele lamba um pouco do gozo de dentro de você. Apenas por diversão.

Não se intimide ele adoraria ser preenchido por você também, goze dentro dele e aperte sua bunda para ver o gozo descer mais rápido dele, o escute gemer baixo e tentar abafar as próprias palavras enquanto sente um líquido tão quente e delicioso escorrer dele.

Dance:

Bem, isso pode ser tanto de chair dance quanto pole dance. Use roupas que mostrem o seu corpo, use harness, se mova de um lado ao outro com uma música sexy de fundo, rebole no colo dele, sinta-o ficar duro e se você o provocar bem o suficiente.... Opa, ele teve um acidente nas calças.

#fanfiction #fanfic #fandom #dc riddler #dc batman #dc comics #headcannons #not safe 4 twerk #not safe fw #nsfwhotd #btas riddler #edward nashton #edward nygma #edward nygma x reader #edward nygma x you

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yulyymr · 2 years ago

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um.. I'm a little embarrassed but the girl that appears there is my character that I use to ship with Edward so yes, basically you are seeing a scenario of a selfship sorry but you can remove me and imagine that it is you :)! Her name is Birdie, I'm sorry, I don't have much imagination if it's about me

#self ship #self ship community #my sona #edward nygma #the riddler #edward nygma x you

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ihavenosoul12 · 2 years ago

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OKAY SO i haven't written for gotham/riddler for a few months and i've never written an x reader fic but i wanted to write a thankyou present for @finniestoncrane!! it's a bit late for christmas but i hope you enjoy it.

just got some good old one-sided pining, revenge theft and a brief near murder. the perfect recipe for a reader x riddler oneshot

word count: 2081

also btw i'm doing comms sorry for posting on a christmas present but i really need some cash check out my carrd in my bio ty for even just perceiving it

When you’d dropped out of Metropolis-U and wondered what the hell you were gonna do with the next five years of your life, the one thing you hadn’t considered was whatever the hell Gotham is, or whatever the hell this heist is.

The night sky is briefly littered with green sparkles and that’s your cue. You’d gotten a hell of a lecture from the brains of the operation - that’s what he called himself and glared as you giggled about it - and could probably recite the plan ten times fast to the GCPD if they caught you. If. They kind of suck at their job. After all, they’re too busy chasing down the brains to even notice you sneaking into the club they’re supposed to guard.

Penguin was always a shitty hire; that’s why you’re working with his ex instead. You slink in through an open window (summer in this city was brutal but seriously? It’s like Penguin wants to get robbed) and duck underneath the familiar bar. Ooh, Belvedere, don’t mind if I do, you barely keep yourself from saying out loud as you sneak it into your bag, scanning the rest of the bar for anything else worth taking. The fancy martini glasses are a bit out of your way and you doubt they’ll survive the journey you have to endure before getting to clink them together with your partner. Partner in crime, that is. Though it would be nice-

Shit, a camera, you spot its red glare as it swivels around. Selina needs to be better at her job. Your frustration comes out as flared nostrils and a slump against the bar. Your earpiece wiggles in the flesh of your, well, ear, as Mr Brains speaks: “Where are you?” It’s not concern, it never is with him, but impatience. It’s been maybe a minute but since his bird boyfriend turned archnemesis’ lounge hasn’t exploded yet, he’s sure something’s gone wrong and he’s absolutely fucking certain it’s all your fault.

“Bar- yes-” you add before he can even think to assume you mean a different bar, “-in the lounge. Cat didn’t do a good job getting rid of the cameras.”

“Oh.” Then he chortles, breaking out into a mad laugh that makes you mad at and for him. “I asked her to leave one.” He has the privilege of an outburst against you but you can’t exactly scream back at him, not without alerting the underpaid security. He also has to be loud otherwise you’d never hear him over the sirens closing in.

“What?” You hiss, keeping your voice low. “Why the hell-”

“To test you, of course! What’s the point of having a thief who can’t sneak past a itty bitty camera?”

Okay, now you’re just mad at him. “What’s the point of having a thief who can’t steal the thing you’re looking for because you got them in jail?!” He has the audacity to shush you as the sirens on his end get louder and louder, then your other ear picks up on distant sirens closing in and several cars whoosh past the club before the sirens fade out. “Why are you bringing them here?!”

“It’s not by choice, you imbecile.” Such cute pet names he gives you. Truly, what did Penguin see in him? “Lucky you, you have me to make choices- I’ll deactivate the camera from here.”

“I’m not playing into your mind games, Riddler,” you grumble as the red eye glaring around the room begins to blink, trying to keep itself awake- alive. Its last words are a beep dipping down into the lower octaves and the lens drops to face the floor, staring at nothing. You poke your head above the bar - nothing, no one, but you still hesitate on standing straight, checking the rest of the cameras. No red glares, not even the humming whirs of them turning their heads to stare. “That camera probably saw me come in thanks to your little stunt.”

“And? Just means Oswald will definitely notice he’s been robbed.” There’s that laugh again, satisfied at almost jeopardising his mission just to play with his meal. You can imagine with excruciating detail the way his jaw hangs near lopsided and loose, how he’ll eye himself in the rearview mirror and lick his teeth and he won’t even consider how he could have gotten you in trouble. Anything to spite Penguin. “Just get the diamond.”

Rolling your eyes, you vault over the bar - shorter than average to make Penguin less insecure so you barely have to expend effort - and dart across the room to a corner to duck around, maybe pocketing the little things you find along the way. The sirens fade in and fade out again and his manic laughter begins to hurt your ear. “Be quiet or I’m muting you.”

“You will not!” He barks and you almost laugh yourself. Men and their tantrums. He stammers for a reason to keep listening to him - you know the way around the club pretty well, you know where the diamond is, and you can hear the sirens your-goddamn-self. “I’ll activate the cameras!”

“Then I won’t get the diamond,” you respond coolly. “Or I will and then I’ll sell it.” An evil idea crosses your mind. “Or-”

“No,” he gapes.

“I’ll give it to-”

“Don’t you dare even say it-”

“Cat-”

“That little brat wouldn’t know what to do with it!”

“Maybe Jim Gordon would appreciate it-”

“I hate that goody-two-shoes.”

“Or maybe even back to Penguin.”

“HOW DARE YOU!” It’s not just him screeching, it’s the goddamn tyres too.

“Then don’t turn the cameras on, handsome, and let me have some quiet to think.”

He grumbles like a kid told no cookies before dinner and you’re blessed with some silence as he mutes himself. You sigh, maybe too loud, and from the corner, you scamper to the stairs leading up to where Penguin ‘hides’ the diamond. A generous way to put it; he doesn’t hide the damn thing, he has it in the centre of his room so he can coo over it and brag about it and show it to every poor soul who has the misfortune of talking to him.

“Hiii.” And the other star of the show - Zsasz. Of course he couldn’t take one day off, he’s not even sipping a milkshake. Nope, just a gun in his hand, which you are currently lacking. “Here for the diamond? That’s not yours.”

You cough to the speaker to get Riddler’s attention - these days it’s noticeably sparse but thank God it works, he groans at you but you speak over him. “Well, Zsasz, it will be mine soon enough. When I steal it.”

“Zsasz is there?” Panic begins to lace his tone and you can hear the squeaking leather of 'his' car. “That bastard…”

Zsasz raises his gun toward your ear. “Cute earring, I’ll have that.”

“Tradesies?” You try. “Diamond for the earpiece.”

“Haha,” he doesn’t actually laugh. “No.” His eyes flicker to his empty hand, he's noticed the lack of milkshake and he clearly wants one. You, on the other hand, want to live so you take his lapse in focus as an opportunity to run. Not into a safe corner, that'd be smart, but you near tackle the diamond, smashing its casing on the floor but catching the jewel in your hand, all in the blink of an eye.

Your stunt startles Zsasz; his finger too as it tugs prematurely at the trigger and even he, skilled marksman as he is, can't aim quick to redirect it. It fires into a wall and he swears. Definitely coming out of his pay. He won't make that mistake again, his eyes stiffen and this time he swivels around to you. You're still on the ground from your tackle, glass shards crunch below your clothes and definitely cut into it so it's an easy shot for him. You're staring right down the barrel of his gun.

"Wait, wait, don't shoot!" You plea, holding your hands - and the diamond - up in surrender. "Come on, Victor, we used to work together! You like me! We're friends!" Yeah it's all total bullshit but it's total bullshit that's stalling for time - Zsasz can't help but humour you; he tilts his head back and forth, his eyes look up at the ceiling, puckering his lips in pretend thought, he even waves the gun slightly, only returning it into position when the glass shifts under you.

"I've worked with a lot of people," he shuts you down. Your terrified gulp is for show but he cracks a little smile at it. "Sorry."

"You will be." It's not you saying it, you're really not in position to make threats, but it isn't a new voice either. In fact, he's been here all along in your ear - but now he's getting his hands dirty. The Riddler stands in the doorway, his own gun in his hand pointed at Zsasz who slowly turns his gaze. Too slow to fire back against the gunshot but quick enough to notice it and lurch out the way enough that it only hits his shoulder. Riddler uses his long legs to both of your benefits as he makes it to you in half the amount of steps you had to take, then he yanks you to just about on your feet before he runs out the room with you in tow.

"You saved me!" You gape.

Of course he has to correct you and ruin the moment: "I saved the diamond." Nevertheless, he doesn't do the much simpler task of prying it from your fingers and leaving you to die but you already know he'll blame that on Zsasz definitely targeting him. ("I'm Oswald's rivalllll," he'll say, though you add the whiny tone in your head. "He'll be under strict orders to capture meeee. He doesn't care about some nobody who worked on his bar!") Whatever excuse he gives later, you'll currently take as a kind gesture and only that. Don't go getting your hopes up - that's how you became a dropout.

He doesn't stop running until he gets back to 'his' car. Sleek, black, new and understandable why it was his target. Probably a Wayne make, you haven't lived in Gotham long enough to know the ins and outs of Wayne and you're definitely not in his marketing team's demographic. Maybe, in another life, Riddler could have been, because the car suits him as he sits down behind the wheel and drives.

One hand on the wheel, he plucks the diamond from your hands. "Keep us on the road," he commands as he inspects it instead of driving, taking his one hand off. You lean over him, only briefly able to glower at him before having to watch the road. His legs awkwardly shift under your stomach and chest, almost anxiously but you're probably making that up in your head. When he presses his thighs (not that there's much of them) together however you reconsider calling yourself delusional.

Suddenly the diamond is thrown at the window, then the window is rolled down and the diamond is finally thrown out of it. You let go of the wheel immediately and he lurches forward to take it, steaming angrily. So are you. "What the hell?! I almost died for that!"

"It's a fake," he mumbles bitterly. "Oswald's hidden the real one. He wanted my attention and he got it. He thinks he's so smart."

"I almost died for a fake diamond! You're supposed to be the brains here!" You put your hand on his skinny thigh and squeezed tight in frustration like he was a stress ball. He didn't bat your hand away. He did however roll his eyes and ignore you. "Just forget Penguin, you're just toying with each other to no end. You make schemes, he outwits them, he makes schemes, you outwit them." You desperately wanted to squeeze his thigh, touch his cheek, and be a comfort to him, to run your hand down further and not have a gun in your face. You wanted him to meet your eyes, never mind if there was oncoming traffic, and want for you.

"I'm not giving up. I won't back down- won't give him that satisfaction. I'll get him. One day I'll really get him."

Removing your hand from his thigh, you set it in your lap and gaze out the window to force yourself to an understanding: you'll never really get him.

#gotham #gotham riddler #edward nygma #riddler x reader #riddler x you #gotham riddler x reader #edward nygma x reader #edward nygma x you #gotham fanfic #writing #my writing

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savanir · 5 months ago

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DP x DC prompt [3]

during one of the final psych evals at Arkham right before he gets to be released, the whole thing wrapped up so tidy, just a little relapse which involved a robbery. Getting sent back to Arkham, but he got to stay at the asylum so long that he no longer has to serve a prison sentence, score!

But during that eval his overseeing psychiatrist recommended him to have a change of scenery, some fresh non polluted air.

Riddler was rather convinced the guy was making this recommendation to everyone in Arkham in their own weird way to convince them to just leave Gotham and become someone else's problem. should he notify Batman about it somehow? nah, it’ll be more interesting to see how this is gonna turn out in the long run.

But can he leave the state? Can he even leave the city? he never really bothered to look into it, at least not legally, up until now if he felt he needed to leave for one of his plans he just did it.

Turns out he can, it’s a whole hassle and a half though, first a judge and then a probation officer and he’s pretty sure both were like “what the hell is this psychiatrist guy thinking!?” but at the same time, shrink probably knows what he’s doing (WRONG) so he’s allowed to go visit out of state family or whatever.

he had to wear this nice ankle monitor though, Wayne Enterprises™ tech, not overly bulky but still very present. real fancy, and a fun extra challenge heh.

now as for a good reason to leave New Jersey he’s going to need distant relatives, and he finds some, great grandpa walker also has a son, who had a son who had a daughter Madeline, who married some guy Jack Fenton, and she lives somewhere out in the boonies Illinois. great he’ll visit her.

far enough away in all sense of the word that there is no way she knows anything about him. it would be best to call her first though, be polite about it.

“hello, you have reached Fenton works, this is Maddie speaking”

“Riddle me this-” ah whoops, habit, oh whatever, “we don’t share parents, but certainly a part of your life, from laughter to strife. Who am I?”

there is a pause … he’s going to be a bit disappointed if she hangs up if he’s honest.

“cousins~” comes the cheery reply.

“correct! the name is Edward Nygma, we are distantly related you and I and well-”

“oh you simply must come visit!”

well this was rather easy, perhaps a little too easy, but she lives in the midwest so maybe just going with whatever some guy says over the phone is normal there? stranger danger not really a thing in a small town where everyone knows everyone?

things start to make a little more sense once he gets there and he’s starting to think some things might run in the family. like a preference for the colour green and weird hyperfixations and genius bordering on insanity. Though that remains to be seen, Jack does not seem like a very bright light after his very enthusiastic welcome.

their kids however are observant and sharp. young Jasmine is wasting no time trying to psychoanalyze him. and the boy, Danny, he had not really meant to and he swears he’s sticking with calling the kid Danny so he wouldn’t seem overly familiar, but he might have called him little bird a couple times now.

but that’s all whatever, he’s playing nice here. and he doesn’t even have to worry about his eccentricities tripping him up because this place is insane.

There actually is a local teen vigilante active but he seems about as loved as he’s disliked. and the ghost boy’s enemies are basically all his own kind, which another crazy thing to now know about. ghost. they are real actually, how is Gotham not completely overrun? and how do they even work? and where do they keep coming from?

Edward might be getting a little sidetracked here. He had fully intended to sneakily get his next big game plan underway all the way out here, ankle monitor be damned. but he hasn’t made any progress at all.

Instead he’s been listening to Madeline and Jack to maybe figure out what the deal is with these ectoplasmic entities, he has to know, at this point he might go crazier if he doesn’t.

He’s making Jasmine promise him not to get her doctorate in Gotham, he’s going back and forth with space riddles with Danny.

so yeah the whole thing kinda just became a vacation, maybe the psychiatrist had the right idea after all? hmm nah, probably not. but this is fun. He’s thinking about recommending this place to some of the others.

It's different enough to get the vacation feel, but enough crazy shit happens to make it all feel like home.

it is not until Maddie wants to talk with him about potentially switching the position of godfather of Danny to him rather than some weird rich friend of theirs that Edward realizes he might have lost the plot somewhere

Apparently the little bird basically begged them with a powerpoint presentation on how he likes Edward so much more than that Vladimir guy.

And honestly, the fellow sounds like a Dracula Lutho so even if it’s kinda sad Edward can understand why he’d be considered a better option. Even if the guy has more money and a huge company that makes him said money. And it’s not like the Fentons know about his Riddler activities.

Thinking it over, Edward does think that Danny would like Gotham and Wayne has that space program thing right? The kid is definitely smart enough for that (Nygma certified), and yeah Edward does quite like their space themed back and forth. So, fuck it, why not, what is the worst that could happen?

He doubts Maddie and Jack are gonna kick it any time soon anyway out here in the boonies, it’s just a title thing, a stamp of approval or something.

he should have known he was going to eat those words later… he had this whole beautifully elaborate trap set up for the whole Batclan, and he was just getting to the good part when his phone went off.

Had to put the whole thing on pause cause that particular contact wasn’t gonna get ignored. He did promise to be available.

If the whole thing he had planned now went tits up he could at the very least laugh later at the reactions of the bats as he told them to “hold up one second, I have to take this.” while they were all in various perilous positions.

Sadly he did have to go, he had a very distressed godson to pick up.

#dc x dp #danny phantom #dcxdp #dpxdc #danny fenton #The Riddler #jasmine fenton #madeline fenton #jack fenton #edward nygma #Story idea #it took me annoyingly long to figure out how to add a read more line btw #I was going to add some other things as well but I didn't want it to get super long #I imagine Vlad was absolutely furious about losing his godfather status #but our boy Eddie just runs circles around him and humiliates him every step of the way #there is only one vampire themed guy that can put the Riddler in his place and you ain't it chief #also I was planning on adding a thing where Edward ends up in the ghost zone somehow #which makes his ankle monitor go off #notifying the bats #because he either somehow managed to destroy the thing in an instant without making any of the build in warnings go off #or he's no longer on the planet

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acapelladitty · 1 month ago

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`♡° kinktober 2024! ---

☆ kink: Overstimulation

☆ pairing: Zero Year Riddler/Reader

☆ summary: Tied up and suffering beautifully, Edward is as determined to please as ever.

kinktober '24 ☆ main masterlist ☆ ao3

Against his pale skin, the lines of intricate green rope stood out with an effortless elegance which only served to make the criss-crossed patterns which covered most of his chest appear more detailed than they truly are.

“Eddie, you look so sweet all trussed up for me like this.”

Rolling your hand across his chest and enjoying the difference between his soft skin and the much harsher texture of the rope, you pause to tweak his left nipple between your thumb and forefinger – smirking as the pinch forces his back to arch higher off the sheets of the bed as his lips form into a discomforting gasp. The air of the room was thick with tension and sex, the scent of fresh sweat hanging heavy.

Your cunt still twitching from his attentions, the slickness of your thighs is undeniable and the mess which still coats his lips and lower chin glistens in the low light. His hair had been a fantastic anchor as you sat on his face, forcing him to eat you out until your overstimulated cunt couldn’t take anymore and the grateful gasps of air which he had inhaled as his tongue licked up the dripping arousal from his lips was a sound which would haunt your fantasies for some time.

Now it was his turn to suffer and, as always, he did so beautifully.

“What do you say?” You ask, digging your nails into the vulnerable skin of his inner thighs.

“Thank you, mistress,” Edward replies in a single breath. The low hum of the wand which is securely attached to his cock by a few thin pieces of rope punctuates the quiet between his soft gasps and the wireless nature of it allows him to writhe around without any fear of dislodging it. “Thank you.”

“I bet that feels awful,” you stroke your finger along the wand and mimic the movements of how you had earlier teased his cock in a similar manner. “The vibrations are so low and frustrating. I don’t think you’ll be able to come like this, Eddie.”

The vibe was carefully placed with the rounded edge of the tip sitting flush against the head of his cock to ensure that he felt every subtle vibration which the lowest setting was teasing him with. His cockhead slightly damp with leaking pre-cum, Edward grunts as you turn the vibe up another notch and enjoy how his thighs widen and his groin jerks into the empty air.

Rolling your thumb along the sensitive ridge where his shaft met his cockhead, you can feel the vibrations in your finger as a mess of unintelligible grunts leak from Edward’s throat – his hair mussing up further as he thrashes his head against the pillow which props it up.

Watching with the patience of a hawk, you wait until the first dribble of cum leaks free of his cockhead before turning off the vibe completely – depraving him from any sensation as you ruin him with a vicious smirk.

“Nice try, Eddie.”

His whines are incomprehensible, broken pleas mixing with vague insults as his thin hips hump at the air with desperation – seeking out any kind of stimulation even as his cock quivers and leaks untouched.

“Please, please. Ple-fuck!” Edward whines, his vulgarity making you grin widely as he loses himself to his own desperation. “Turn it back on. Please, I’ll be good, mistress.”

“Do you promise?” Squeezing his shaft with a firm hard, a move which makes him keen like a dying animal, you wait for his answer until you’re rewarded with a jerking series of nods. “Okay, then.”

Twisting the wheel of the wand, the vibe springs into full power and the result on his body is glorious to watch as his chest arcs as though struck by lightning. His mouth forms into a wide ‘o’ that lets free a deep groan and his eyes squeeze shut as his fingers claw into the sheets from their restrained position.

Still fresh from his recent ruin, it takes him less than thirty seconds to come again and his release is much more volatile as it arcs free of his cock and spurts messily across his lower stomach while he whines and writhes in place – unable to move too much due to the green rope which holds his limbs in place and the pressure of your body against his side.

With a guttural groan, he rides his orgasm out and you can see the moment that true overstimulation begins to set in as his white teeth appear to bite down on his lower lip and his eyes seek out your own while desperation sets in. Pleasure so intense that it borders on pain as his overworked nerves are subjected to the merciless thrum of the vibe have Edward making a lovely high-pitched noise which exists somewhere between a sob and a groan as his frantic hips hump into nothing in an attempt to escape the feeling.

He comes again, this time dry as he has nothing left to give, and his thighs are visibly straining hard against the ropes which bind them as he struggles to even thrash properly in place. The hell of his overstimulation stops any smart comments but the desperate noises which slip free of his mouth are made more beautiful by the thin string of drool which is also dripping free of his lips.

“You look like a whore,” you tell him, enjoying the way that his eyes widen at the title and his body stills for only a moment before succumbing back to the relentless pleasure of the vibe as you turn it down a good few notches. “And I don’t think a whore really needs a break.”

Genuine fear enters his gaze as his watery eyes meet your own and you can only smile at him placatingly as your cruel fingers creep towards the vibe controls once more.

#riddler #zero year riddler #edward nygma #riddler x reader #riddler fic #edward nygma x you #edward nashton x you #edward nashton x reader #riddler smut #riddler x you

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penmansparadise · 2 years ago

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Hello everyone. It’s been a while, no? I wanted to post a little message for you all. First of all, I’d like to thank you all for the kind messages you sent when I had to make my sudden departure. They were all very much appreciated. Secondly, I’d like to announce that I am trying to ease back into writing. I know it’s been a long time, so I’m a bit rusty. I don’t think I’ll be posting anything new regarding the Stranger Things characters, which I know is unfortunate for most. However, I have been thinking of creating some new imagines or one shots, whatever you want to call them, for the show Gotham. It would be my first time dabbling in the DC world, so I’m a bit hesitant. I also want to make sure I’m posting content you all want to read, so it’s still up in the air. But while I sit here and waffle back and forth, please let me know if you’d be interested in reading stuff from that show. You can comment on this post, send me a pm, or hop into my asks. I’m not picky lol. I thank you all for supporting me even while I was away. Your kindness has not gone unnoticed. Hopefully I’ll be posting some new stuff soon. Much love xx.

#gotham #gotham imagine #gotham imagines #gotham fanfic #gotham fanfiction #edward nygma imagine #edward nygma x you #edward nygma x reader #oswald cobblepot imagine #oswald cobblepot x reader #oswald cobblepot x you #jerome valeska imagine #jerome valeska x reader #jerome valeska x you

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sweetums0kitty · 2 years ago

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I’ll Be Home For Christmas: Chapter 1: Baby It’s Cold Outside Edward Nashton X Reader

Once upon a time winter was a dreaded time of year for Edward, the cycle of the seasons; death and rebirth never more apparent than when Jack Frost’s icy fingers would slip in through the cracks of the orphanage and steal the life from one of the unfortunate urchins left to rot. But in the present blissfully curled against you in a mess of blankets and limbs the bitter chill brought on by the blankets of snow currently covering Gotham had no way to reach him now.

Sighing contentedly you snuggled yourself deeper into Eddie, turning inward more laying your cheek onto his chest. He was caught in a love-drunk haze gently tracing question marks into your back while occasionally tracing the tendons of your spine through the sleep shirt you were wearing. The night was almost perfect save for the question rattling around in your mind. The holidays were hard on him, you knew that Eddie tended to retreat into his shell this time of year. It couldn’t be exactly easy to be bombarded with images of family togetherness and warmth when that was something you had never known. Plucking up the courage you had you shut your eyes and spoke. “Eddie?” Gently you ghosted the whisper of his name. No response on his end, still giving you that dreamy-eyed look, paired with a silly little smile printed on his cubby cheeks. Reaching your hand up you lightly tapped the tip of his nose with your pointer finger, at the boop life blinked back into his deep green eyes.

Suddenly, his soft yet deceptively strong arms were rolling and lifting you gently from your place snuggled into his side to a new position. Being placed so you were laying across Edward’s long body. Once you settled comfortably where his chest was your pillow and the wonderfully plush flesh of his stomach served as a sort of cushion for the lower half of you. Legs bundled together. “Hi.” he whispers voice warm with affection as the tips of his fingers hold your chin, thumb gently grazing the bottom of your right cheek, while his other arm was thrown protectively over the middle of your back keeping you flush with his body and radiating with the heat from within the nest of blankets and the scorching intensity with which his gaze held yours. “H-hi.” was all that squeaked past the frozen features of your face. Dexterous fingers danced up the chin as his large thumb began to methodically stroke your lower lip. Instantly flushing everything that wasn’t the crushing waves of his adoration and all thoughts out of your pretty, little skull. “Eddie!” Shrill whines breaking past your lips as you flop your face into his chest. Mouth muffled by the well-worn jersey of his “There Might Be Giants Shirt.” Giggles erupt from both of you as you shyly look up from his chest. A rosy blush covers his cherubic cheeks as he speaks. “Sorry Pumpkin, but you’re just too cute!” Giggling as his fingers delve into your sides tickling you and eliciting shrieks of laughter. “Stop-“You whine adding extra o’s into the stop as you attempt to swat his wandering digits from your hips. “Can’t stop, won’t stop!” He insists pressing soft kisses into your forehead, right cheek, left, and finally your chin!

Lips almost capturing yours as you chase after him, but always pulling away at the final second. Pouting, you coo “Be serious!” As you lean up to grip his cheeks and finally press his soft and all at once slightly chapped lips to yours. Humming into the kiss as the arm at your back snakes up to tangle itself at the back of your skull lightly gripping your hair and holding you still. The other had moved to hold your cheek. Your thumbs tenderly massaging the apples of his cheeks turn the hum into a groan, but before the moment can deepen you pull away with a sharp breath. Whining at the loss of contact, it’s then Edward’s turn to attempt to chase after your lips. “Edward, honey-“ you said eyes scanning his face and tone slightly concerned. “can I ask you something?” At your question, your dorky boyfriend almost looked offended that you would even think to ask him before telling him something. You were his angel, his beloved, his soulmate! The only shining light in this infernal cesspool of a city. He would insist that you were a lighthouse in the swirling, storming seas of his mind. There was nothing you could or would do that could stop him from loving you! Before Edward could once again tell you all this you cut him off. “And I know you say that I can tell or ask you anything but this-“ trailing off and tearing your gaze from his eyes as you began to chew your lower lip out of anxiety “-would be a huge step for us! Only if you say yes!” Frantically spitting out the ending of your rambles. Anxiety began to gnaw at his mind as all the possibilities for what you would want and all the ways he could possibly ruin it for you began to plague his mind. But before the fear could congeal you spit out what had you both so worried.

“Would you want to come home with me for Christmas?” Said all in a rush, with a puff of air shoved out as if the words flying out of your mouth had burned you. To say Edward was shocked would be an understatement. Not a bad shock in the ways his mind had twisted and spewed. But the good kind- the kind that caused warmth to bloom in his chest and grow as a soft, golden heat throughout his body. “Home for Christmas…” he mused internally. Imagining waking up snuggled in your bed, in your childhood home, getting to seeing your baby pictures, and meeting your family! Truly view the people who helped foster your beautiful soul.” Sure there was a lingering sense of pain and the niggling self-loathing that floated in his brain but it was covered mainly by the fact that you wanted him to come home with you! To meet your family! Your parents! Your siblings! Everything! The warmth had turned his brain to a pile of warm, sticky mush so caught up in his lovesick musings he failed to hear you nearly panicking and taking his silence as a rejection.

As soon as you asked him, you desperately wished you could take it back. The words belly-flopped out of your mouth with all the grace a sack of Jell-O would have if it attempted a swan dive. Shame with its good friends; regret and self-loathing began to weave a tapestry in your mind of all the ways this was a terrible thing to ask. “Great job, come home with me so I can rub having a nice family and good childhood right in your face Eddie.” Bitterly the thoughts kept swirling until he looked down at you and smiled like you had hung the stars in the sky just for him and whispered.

“I would love to.”

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quandaryqueen · 2 years ago

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With Young Justice Riddler(or more if you want): He is coming home from a cuddly date with Y/N at the fair, and he realizes that his shirt smells like Y/N. So Eddie pulls his shirt up to his face to smell it before it fades away.

Lightheaded, lighthearted

Young Justice Edward Nygma X Reader

OHOHO this wil be good, to those who are requesting more of our pathetic baby YJ Eddie, I love you guys sooooo so much 💝✨

💚 It is most crucial to introduce major players in this little trip, so I won't refer these group fo people as solely 'your friends' throughout the whole narrative.

There's Lee, the horndog with the innuendos. but with that innocent face, no one suspected a thing and no one would believe you. The brightest, yet sometimes dimmest. Other than that, she's a sweetheart.

Diedre, the thrill seeker. Enables Lee a lot with her continuous spur of innuendos by adding fuel to the fire. A great cheerleader and pep talker, she is very encouraging and supporting, always the loudest in the crowd when it comes to showing support.

Nina, the stoic one, the sarcastic edge over lord. Mistress of dry humour, straight-faced and takes no shit. May look like she doesn't give a fuck, but don't let that fool you, she's the older sister friend that keeps everyone in check if she isn't the one enabling it, which is normally the case.

Marian, but she prefers to be called Macy, mom friend supreme. Sweet, warm, welcoming. Holds the metaphorical child-leashes in your friend group. Is placed under constant stress with either Lee, Diedre, Nina and you from your unique individual needs, circumstances, fuck ups and such.

💚 Carnival fairs!!! The food, the sights, the ambiance! The screams of children and adult alike as they course through the air from a highly questionable machinery that's probably overdue to repairs and maintenance... ITS FUN I SWEAR---

Well, you can always avoid the rides... But you have friends who are good in peer pressure, in which case, yes, you cannot avoid it. You can delay the rides by going elsewhere, but it won't take long until one of them hurls you in one of those the rides.

If you can tolerate/enjoy such activities, good for you. Your date on the other hand... Well, you gotta save it for last if you want him coherent, not vomitting and standing with two of his feet on the ground.

💚 And so while you're evading the carnival rides, Edward has taken to test himself with a few range-shooting games for fun. He's held a real gun before and aimed it at the Bat before, surely he can do it in a setting in which it's not really. Keyword, aimed, never shot. And he's only ever used it to intimidate anyways--but surely! Surely he can use a fake one! And besides, the targets aren't even moving... Unless the game is rigged, then it was not on him.

Anyways, there were five bullets loaded in the toy gun and you have a specific amount of targets to knock off a terrain to win a specific objects with points written on them. Ten points can win you a pen. Fifteen points you can win a snack. Twenty five points get a pencil case. Forty points can get you the fun ones, the stuffed points and boy, was he aiming for a one hundred to win youthe biggest stuff toy in there.

He has the gun in his hand, on a stance of what he thinks is the proper pose for a marksman.

Aim... Ready... Fire.

Aaaaand it missed. His aim was waaaay off. Upon firing, he catches the attention of your wandering friends and began to gather behind you. Knowing them full-well, they were going to heckle the fuck out of your poor man for the fun of it and though it's all in the name of fun and they don't really mean it, but you know how Edward can be a touch sensitive. Instead, Lee, Diedre and Nina stood behind scrutinizing the targets, then the operator, who has his eyes on you.

Whatever, he has four more shots.

... it didn't knock the target off the terrain.

Nina steps next to Edward and squints at the target for a moment, before turning to him.

"Try shooting that one," She points at the one at the edge, in which Edward follows and surely hits the target, but it didn't fell off. He empties the bullets, and it barely knocked it over. "Huh... The glue on that target sure is strong, ain't it Mister?" Nina points a barely concealed condescension at the operator, her accusatory gaze contorting to irritation when Macy smacked the sarcastic lass by the shoulder.

"I assure you, ma'am, they're not. See?" The operator demonstrates by picking up the target. Seeing satisfaction in Nina's eyes, he lowers the target back down.

"Sorry about that, Mister." Macy sheepishly smiles at him.

"Nah, I get it."

"I'll have another try."

Your friends glanced at your date with stunned faces. Oh he is determined to get you that damned stuffed animal, fuck his wallet.

💚 About five tries, not a point in his calibre and at this point, he was getting embarrassed. He is aware this might be rigged but at the same time, his ego was way to big for him to back down until he won the price. He is winning this for you, goddamnit! It feels as though he was playing basketball, and he has the ball and proclaims to you that this shot is for you, only for him to fail at shooting the ball in the ring and it just looks pathetic and to him, it symbolically equates his love for you being untrue. He doesn't know where he is pulling these bullshit from at this point, he is a mess.

"May I try?"

Edward flushed red when your hand lands on his arm and his determination and obligation to win this melted away. Of course he wasn't going to say no to you! Who would do such a thing?

"O-Of course!"

He hands you the gun and closely watched the concentration in your beautiful countenance scrutinize the target with sheer admiration in his eyes. Taking a deep breath, you squeezed the trigger.

For some reason, he wasn't that butt hurt. He initially thought he would, but not a speck of it was there. Instead, he felt proud and damn impressed. And his chest swelled at the memory of the sight of concentration in your features, how you somehow dropped from your usual self and into this unrecognisable, yet still beautiful side of you.

It was then Edward found out that your achievements were also your friends', as he almost jumped out of his skin when he heard them shriek behind him in excitement, shouting out words of support. But most of all, you actually did it! You sheepishly turned to them, rubbing the back of your neck whilst lowering the gun by the counter.

"HELL YEAH!"

"YOU GO BITCH!"

"WE KNEW YOU COULD DO IT!"

"WAY TO GO!"

"Oh come on you guys, it was just beginner's luck." You dismissively waved at them, before picking up the price by the counter. "This, is for you." You handed him the brown bear with a purple bow around its neck.

"T-thank you umm..." He swallows thickly, accepting the bear and pressing it to his chest. "I-uh... Good job! You did really well!"

"Aww, shucks..." You bit your lip before lightly nudging him. "I kept you in mind as an inspiration to win."

Edward stares at you with wide eyes. Have you now?

"I'm flattered, Y/N. I was actually... Um... The sentiment is mutual but uh, I kinda— y-ya know, failed." And it was pathetic.

"I know this sounds so cliché... But it's the thought that counts."

"OH MY GOSH, KARAOKE YOU GUYS!"

Diedre exclaimation bursts from the world you constructed with Edward where the only two of you exist at the moment. You were back in the present, where your friends began dragging both you and Edward to the said karaoke booth.

💚 The booth was small, but enough to fit six people if you are willing to squeeze against your seatmates... Or maybe sit on one's lap, that can work too and that's what you did. Edward was a touch flustered, but with enough convincing from you, he finally sat on your lap.

Anyways, songs were found and numbers were punched in. The microphone was functional in Diedre's hand and the machine was blaring the tracks you all know and love. At first, Edward was a touch too flustered to sing along with you and your friends. But as time comes, he finds himself singing as well, just not as loud as you were being. The microphone gets passed around during verse and chorus switch, in which Edward denied the microphone and instead passed it to someone else.

"But mama I'm in love with a criminal! And this type of love isn't rational, it's physical! Mama please don't cry, I will be alright! All reason aside, I just can't deny, love the guy~"

Diedre had always been fond of singing and she is one hell of a vocalist. But at times, she tends to be carried away and throw what she had learned from vocal classes and just scream lyrics with friends.

"IF YOU CAN SEE THAT I'M THE ONE WHO UNDERSTANDS YOU, BEEN HERE ALL ALONG SO WHY CAN'T YOU SEE—! YOU BELONG WITH ME, OOOH YOU BELONG WITH ME!!!"

Lee is a screamer, not a shred of vocal talent within her but she is an enthusiastic fellow who is passionate about it.

"Strumming my pain with his fingers, singing my life with his words. Killing me softly with his song, killing me softly with his song, telling my whole life with his words, killing me softly with his song~"

Macy falls more into the soft, whispery singing voice suited for lullabies.

"Somebody, ooh, somebody! Can anybody find me somebody to looooooove!"

Nina and her rock and roll voice, of course. Chest voice is rich and she nails more of the guttural side of singing, but now and again, she belts out.

"Oh shut the fuck up you're winning in love." Nina shoves your face away from the microphone from singing the chorus, her gaze flickering to Edward, before she continues with the second verse.

They're already wilding at this stage, Edward wonder what could possibly happen if alcohol were to be involved...

💚 As the "the first one to get a sore throat" competition ensues, Edward couldn't help but to feel at ease at how your friends would include him in every activity you engage in. He doesn't feel lost in conversations, as they would provide him context.

He doesn't notice the way you wrapped your arms around his waist while he was seated in your lap until you temporarily unwrapped them and reached for something. He felt as though your arms were natural to be there, around his midsection. The moment he noticed, he was flaring red and one might assume because you were screaming the lyrics of Rihanna's S and M.

"You sure you don't wanna give it a go?" You grinned at Edward, offering the microphone. R

"Come on!"

"It'll be fun!"

"Pleaaaaase?"

"You don't have to," Macy reassures with an understanding look, as the instrumental of the last song begins.

... I mean, he might as well.

Upon reaching for the microphone, your friends began clapping and cheering. He isn't much of a singer but the way your friends hype up one another despite delivering an ear-piercing performance, they applaud to no end, so it does bring comfort to know that.

"I want your love and I want your revenge, you and me could write a bad romance!"

"WOAH OH OH OOOOOOH~~~" you and your friends sang along.

"I want your love and all your lover's revenge, you and me could write a bad romance!"

💚 After exiting the booth, the sights of the ride greets you once again, where it had Edward swallowing thickly when his eyes meet a Pirate ship ride filled with screaming attendants. Then there's a roller coaster, a big nope. Then there's the Ferris wheel, that's oddly fast instead of an idle spin, it resembled a human washing machine.

Then there's your friends, pointing at the said rides in excitement. This is where Edward has taken to hiding behind you again when your friends settled to ride the Pirate Ship. The ominous thing which swung back and fourth like a pendulum.

"Come on Edward, it'll be fun!" Lee encourages, lightly shaking him by his shoulders.

"I-I don't think I can—"

"If Y/N will ride, would you?"

Yes...

"Lee, don't force someone to do what they don't want to," Macy lightly scolds.

"You are riding, right Y/N?" Diedre asks, draping her arm around your shoulder and poking a finger in your cheek.

"Well yeah, sure why not?"

... well, suck it up, I guess.

"Dee," Macy glares at Diedre.

"I-I'll go." Edward blurts out.

"Are you sure?" You and Macy spoke in unison.

"Yes." No.

"Come on, I already bought tickets. Eddie's coming along, right?" Nina spoke from behind you after standing in line to get tickets.

"I am..."

"Are you sure?" You pulled him aside, clinging on his arm and looking deeply within his bespectacled gaze to search his reluctance, lo and behold, it was so fucking obvious.

"Y-Yes... Don't worry about me." Fucking. Help.

💚 With reassurances given to you and himself, he was strapped in his seat with you and Lee, who were seated on either side of him. White knuckling the metallic safety bar, he watches in horror as the seats were filled by other attendants and the sound of horns rings against his ears. Then, the ship started to swing and let me tell you, his stomach fucking dropped.

His first instinct was to screw his eyes shut and refused to let a sound from his throat. Behind him, he can hear Nina and Diedre cheering loudly, fucking egging the conductor to bring the ride at its fullest speed. Out of fear, he tucks his head against your neck and found his hand clutching your thigh. In all this terror, for a moment, felt him stabilizing when he felt you put a hand atop his...

Then, somehow, Nina and Diedre finally got what they want... Everyone boarding the ride who swore not to scream, screamed. Edward was a little thankful he wasn't the only one.

💚 Nina and Diedre were a touch disappointed when the ride came to end, but some others were rushing out of the ride and Edward was one of them. The ground seemingly swayed with every step and felt as though he had once again accidentally drank from the Mad Hatter's teacup. To lend him a sense of stability, you were once again by his side... Macy, being the concern mother hen she is, was also there. Whereareas Lee, Nina and Diedre were laughing about the experience... Not specifically Edward, but he was too disoriented to hear it.

"Oh my fucking, the girl behind me was screeching a church hymn." Diedre laughed, before nudging Nina. "You got that recorded, right?!"

"Sure did!" Nina holds her phone out.

"Oooh! I recorded too!" You looked over Lee, who possesses blackmail material with a glare.

"Who are you feeling?" Macy, not minding the noise behind her, has taken to seating Edward under a tree shaded bench. Rummaging through her back, she produces a zesty menthol essential oil before handing it to Edward. "Here, hold on to this for the time being. I'm going to get some water."

"Thank you..." Edward managed to croak as Macy turned away and make a beeline for the food stalls. Taking a light inhale from the uncapped bottle, he feels his nausea to lightly dissipate.

"I am so sorry about that..." Edward glances at you to find your apologetic face looking away.

"No, no, it's not your fault... It was my choice..." He weakly insists.

"Can I still make it up to you?" You looked up at him.

... Well if you're offering...

"Can I... Rest my head on your shoulder?" Edward chokes up for a moment, but felt a sense of comfort knowing you wouldn't say know.

Smiling, you tip your head aside your offer him your shoulder. Edward leans in and sighs in content, face flushing a deeper shade of red when you went an extra mile to wrap your arms around his torso. Unbeknownst to the both of you, certain cellphone welding friends were taking pictures.

💚 Upon feeling better, the whole group decided to stop by for some snacks, eat before going home. Edward had fun; he got to know more of you, the people you love, your interests, talents, befriended your friends, rode a dreaded ride... Cuddling up with you...

When he got home, he couldn't deny the smile on his face. He steps in his room, in the process of removing his jacket when he suddenly caught your scent. Stunned, he presses his nose on his jacket and breathes it in before he collapsed on his bed with a content sigh.

He was disrupted from his daydreams when his phone vibrated in his pocket. Curiously, he reaches for it and unlocks it, to find himself added to a group chat named 'Green Gang', the picture of the group being the photo you have taken after the damn ride... Lee, Diedre, Nina who looked as normal, while you, Macy and Edward were situated by the corner tending to him.

Lee: Hey :D

Lee: Just got home. I'll send some pics later (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

Nina sent 30 photos

Diedre: Damn, I have like 3 or 5 pics 😂

Nina sent 30 photos

Nina sent 10 videos

Diedre: 😳

Lee: RIP phone storage

Macy: Still on the train. Are you okay now, Edward?

Edward froze... He swallows thickly, before typing up a reply.

Edward: Just got home. I'm doing great, thank you for taking care of me.

Lee: That's Macy for ya (⁠~⁠￣⁠³⁠￣⁠)⁠~

Edward: That was actually a great time, thank you for inviting me.

Diedre: We won't traumatise you next time 😁

Nina: That would be Y/N's job lmao

Edward couldn't help but to chuckle.

Y/N: Gang and I are like going out for a fun photoshoot. Wanna come?

Well duh.

Edward: I'd love to.

Another date, pinned on his calendar. He is fucking winning in life.

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