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[finniestoncrane]

Congrats on your 500 followers!! You do deserve them 💞💖💕💖 May I request a Gotham!Riddler/fem!reader with these? 🩹🟤🟠🟪 Thank you very much!!!

Saviour

gotham!riddler x female!reader/healing wounds i just want to kiss him so hard ;-; minors DNI!! 🔞 500 words, cw: injury, blood, kissing requests are closed • kofi link • minors DNI • tag: finnie500

You smacked the side of his arm lightly.

“Stop squirming, Edward.”

“Stop being so heavy handed, I’m injured.”

There was a large rip in the fabric of the sleeve of his green suit jacket, deep red staining the edges of it and the shite shirt below. Just a graze you had told him, before he started rambling on about the possibilities of infection, of the chances that the bullet could have gone through his arm completely or hit him in the chest or if it was just a bit higher then maybe…

“And I’m patching you up.”

“Oh, it’s really helping.”

You smiled at his sarcasm, but avoided eye contact. You knew what it would lead to. Harmless flirting, exchanging soft glances. They were pleasant in the moment, but the feelings they left lingered too long and turned sour, into deep, desperate desire.

“Is it wrong that I’m enjoying this?”

“Hm…a little bit. But then again, you get injured so often, it might be better for you to develop a taste for it.”

He laughed quietly.

“I meant this, getting attention. From you.”

You didn’t answer, instead focusing on finishing the cleaning of his wound, preparing it for dressing. But as your hand left him to reach for the bandages, he grabbed it, holding it tight, waiting for you to look at him.

“Perhaps you could kiss me better.”

A soft chuckle, mostly out of disbelief. But when you asked him to repeat himself, he only doubled down.

“I think that might make it better. I want you to kiss me. I want to taste you.”

Your heart leapt in your throat, unsure if you could cope with the tension that was quickly building between you.

“I’m not sure if that’s-”

But before you could finish he had pulled you in, his one, uninjured arm grabbing you and holding you still while his lips found yours in an intense clash. Stunned at first, not used to getting what you wanted, you didn’t move, didn’t even kiss him back. But as you warmed to the touch, to the sensation of the pleasure, to the taste of him against you, you deepened the kiss, throwing your hands to his head, holding him closer, pushing yourself onto him, only letting your lips leave his to pepper kisses over his cheeks, down his neck.

At his soft moans of glee, you let the kisses fall further, down the front of his neck, over his Adam’s apple, pulling the shirt to the side to kiss at his collar bone, and finally finding your way to his freshly cleaned wound. You let a light kiss fall to it, gentle, but forceful enough that he knew there was genuine affection behind it.

“There. Did I do a good job for you?”

Edward smirked at you, his hand still holding your arm.

“It still hurts a little bit.”

You were able to let out a brief laugh before he had pulled you back in again.

[finniestoncrane]

Hey bestie! I just wanna say you’re amazing and I feel bad coming back for seconds but I’m addicted to Gotham and your art! So feel free to ignore this! But I love you and I’m very very proud of you and the community you have fostered!

! Idk if you’re still doing the 500 prompts but if you are would you please do: Gotham Penguin with a Fem reader and 🔥💔🟡🟤

Basically they’re stuck together and poor Oswald is being annoyed by reader but she only bugs him cause of her big dumb crush and it’s like “You’re cute when you’re mad Ozzy.” He’s just so skrunkly and yeah I love him.

Annoying

gotham!penguin x female!reader/huddling for warmth ;-; sav omg i am going to cry you are too sweet 💜🐧 minors DNI!! 🔞 500 words, cw: fluff mostly, grumpy pengy requests are closed • kofi link • minors DNI • tag: finnie500

The prison cell you were both stuck in offered nothing in the way of warmth, but you were pleased to be there nonetheless. If they had told you they’d be locking you up with your crush you would have gone willingly, there would have been no need for the cuffs and the brute force. In fact, they would have had a more difficult job trying to convince you not to offer yourself up to the GCPD. Especially where Oswald Cobblepot was involved.

He was impressive, charismatic, stylish, and so cute. At least you thought so. Others might find his temper, his constant outburst and aggression to be a little scary, difficult to handle. But you ere more than willing to handle it, if he would only give you the chance. Which, up to this point he had not. But now he didn’t really seem to have another option.

“You know, friend, there are two benches in this cell.”

“But it’s freezing Oswald! If we scooch up closer then we can share some body heat.”

“You’re practically on top of me though.”

“Not quite, but I could be…”

“I can’t believe no one has killed you yet, you know that?”

“How so?”

“Because you are incredibly irritating.”

It was impossible not to smile at him, pleased that he had recognised at least something about you that he had noticed, even if it was a negative. That meant he had the capacity to recognise the positives too, if you just tried hard enough. So you shuffled further into him, pressing him against the wall, your arm looped around his.

“Whose stupid idea was this? To put us together in a cell?”

You sighed dreamily as you looked up at him, head pressed against his arm.

“Fate!”

Oswald sighed, pressing his lips together, a soft growl emanating from his chest.

“You’re so very cute when you’re mad, Ozzie!”

He made an attempt at shrugging you off, but you only pressed yourself closer to him. You did note that his efforts were weak, almost for show, as though he felt he couldn’t admit now that it was pleasant to share the warmth, or to have someone so enamoured with him, that admitting it might mean he would lose. The power balance suddenly lost.

You spoke up, trying to coax some kind of positive, or even neutral, response from him.

“Is it wrong that I’m enjoying this?”

“Being trapped in a cell? Jailed? Freezing cold? Yes, probably.”

“No, silly, I mean being snuggled up to you. I have your full attention!”

He scoffed, rolling his eyes and staring away, face turned just enough that could see his cheek, tempting you, soft and covered in freckles. You strained up to press a little kiss to it, giggling as you settled back down. He didn’t say anything, either positive or negative, which you took as a good sign. Even better, he untensed, settling into your embrace, still not looking at you, but not as cold as before.

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💉😤💛💚

Tease

arkham!scriddler/jealousy ok but what if i include his hands anyway because they make me 🤤 minors DNI!! 🔞 500 words, cw: begging, teasing, exhibitionism, handjob requests are closed • kofi link • minors DNI • tag: finnie500

“And truly, you don’t dislike him for any other reason?”

Jonathan raised his eyebrows at Edward, his questioning gaze penetrating him across the table in the rec room they both sat at.

“No, it’s because he’s an idiot.”

“Not because he sat next to me at lunch.”

“Really, Jon. Do you think this is high school? Are you really that immature?”

“No. But I’m sure you are.”

“Edward threw down the paper crafts he was being forced to work on and narrowed his brows, gritting his bared teeth and trying to speak through them.

“There is no other reason for my distaste of your new friend other than the fact that he’s below my intellectual worth, much like the rest of you.”

“Perhaps you would benefit from talking about this further. I believe I could offer you some psychological assistance with your…difficult feelings.”

Edward shot back with his retort, snapping at Jonathan.

“I have no difficult feelings. I am beyond them. You are welcome to your little plaything. I am content to have you distracted for a while, not bothering me.”

“Fine.”

Jonathan stood up from the table, threatening to leave, although slowly enough that Edward had more than an adequate chance to ask him to stay, which he inevitably, and expectedly, did.

“No wait. Stay.”

A dry laugh from his throat, Jonathan bent down, leaning on the table and whispering into Edward’s ear.

“Beg me.”

“What?”

His reply was sharp, irritated, but hushed. Edward knew he was going to beg, but he didn’t want anyone to know he was going to admit the defeat.

“Beg me for it. Beg me to stay.”

“Please, Jon.”

“Pretty please, Edward?”

“Pretty please, Doctor Crane.”

Jonathan took up his seat again at the table, albeit closer to Edward this time. He laughed to himself as Edward resumed his little collage, reaching under the table and gripping tightly at the top of Edward’s thigh, the side of his hand grazing against his crotch.

“Jonathan!”

“Quiet, Edward. We can’t let them hear us, can we?”

Straining against his desire to whine, moan, Edward tried to focus on the paper in front of him, but the gentle rubbing, the soft cupping of his steadily stiffening cock, he dropped his tools and clenched his fists, resting them with a thud on the tabletop.

“I wouldn’t be doing this with my new friend, wouldI?”

“I…don’t know…a-are you…?”

“Of course not, Edward. So there’s no need to be so jealous.”

“Jon…”

“Edward?”

“You’re so…you’re such a…”

“Tease, Edward?”

With a soft whine, Jon’s lips whispering against his ear enough to push him over the edge, Edward came, a small damp stain appearing on the front of his jumpsuit, something he’d have to conceal on his way back to his cell. But he was grateful, relieved. Still jealous though.

[finniestoncrane]

😍🟪💥 for The Batman universe…? :0 I’m a sucker for angst and Ed is a sucker for Batman tbh.

- midknight-hour

Praise

the batman!riddlebat/one-sided pining tell me i'm good, tell me i'm good, tell me i'm good minors DNI!! 🔞 500 words, cw: pining, a bit of obsessive eddie, big bang requests are closed • kofi link • minors DNI • tag: finnie500

Face to face again, this time not behind the glass of a diner window, not behind the glass of the interrogation room. No barriers in between them. Since his successful escape attempt, it had been top of the priorities of the GCPD and Batman to secure the Riddler again, and as Batman stood before him, he considered how easy it was to take him in the first time. No fight put up. He hoped it would be the same now, only the two of them in the alley, silence, or at least the familiar Gotham silence surrounding them. Sirens, screams and shouts, constant traffic, the churning sound of industry. And yet he could make out both of their breaths, heavy, panting, steaming in the cold air.

Neither of them spoke, it was a stalemate. Batman had no clue what he was supposed to say. The apprehension of a violent criminal hung in the balance, and his ability to speak to him, and the words he might say, could be the difference between bringing him in, city unharmed, or another living nightmare, on par with the flooding, the bombs, the murderous disruption to the mayoral campaign. As he stood there in the cold, facing down his adversary, he could see he was smiling.

“Did I do a good job for you?”

He was taken back by the Riddler’s question. Unsure of how to answer, he remained silent, staring into the almost cherubic face of his enemy, the sweet smile pressing into his plump cheeks. He remembered the way he sang to him, how infuriated he was at the notion that what he had considered to be their relationship was in no way what he wanted it to be. The panicked silence was louder than if he had been able to say any words.

“I just want you to tell me if I was successful.”

“In what?”

“In fixing things! In making this city see its flaws! In making you what you are now. The Batman.”

More silence, punctuated by the shrill squealing of tyres, horns, yells, thumping music from the quickly busying clubs and bars.

“To make you realise who I was. To see me. Do you see me now?”

Batman stared at him, surely obvious that he was seeing him. He had been following him, tracking him, since the moment he was confirmed to have escaped.

“Do you see me now!?”

The shouts echoed through the alley, everything around them seeming to go completely mute, paling in comparison to the desperate shriek emanating from the unassuming man.

“I need you to see me. I need you.”

“You don’t need me, you need help.”

The Riddler sighed, hand in his pocket detonating the small blast to the left of Batman, knocking a dumpster into the air, crashing down and sending Batman to the ground. When he lifted himself up, the Riddler was gone, in his place another greeting’s card.

From Your Not So Secret Admirer

[finniestoncrane]

the most annoying gays ever nygmobblepot w dealer's choice and 💔🟤🔴

Clutch

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“Come on, Oswald.”

Edward tugged Oswald’s arm, pulling him forward and right to his side. He made sure not to walk too quickly, but even at this pace, Oswald was still trailing behind, mostly on purpose.

“If we just look normal, we’ll blend in.”

Through gritted teeth, Oswald snapped at Ed.

“Well, maybe we should have picked more inconspicuous outfits.”

Stopping briefly to take them both in, Ed looked at his own clothes and then at Oswald’s.

“We’re dressed as moving men.”

“Moving men don’t have sequins on the lapels of their boiler suits and nor do they usually come in green and purple.”

He shouted the last few words, but luckily, the bustling streets were filled with people who couldn’t care less.

“Unless that’s the colours of the brand.”

Oswald sighed, staring at the ground with his lips pressed tightly together, taking a moment to breathe deeply before he turned back to Ed.

“And so the plan from here is?”

“Well, under the boiler suits, we have our formal wear, right?”

“Which would make us stand out in the crowds on the streets, but over there, we’ll look perfectly normal. And that’s where our friend will be having dinner.”

Ed pointed towards an Italian restaurant across the street.

“That’s one of the most romantic restaurants in the city.”

“Yep.”

Ed’s self-satisfied smile only served to irritate Oswald further.

“We’ll fit will we? Business associates among the couples in love?”

“Ah, but you see, I’ve thought of that.”

In a swift movement, Ed grabbed a hold of Oswald’s hand. Shocked, but pleasantly surprised, he managed to maintain a straight face as he stared up at Ed.

“We’ll just pretend to be a couple!”

“I can’t believe no one has killed you yet.”

“It’s not for a lack of trying.”

Edward’s words were tinged with anger, intent on never letting go of Oswald’s attempts on his life.

As they made their way to the alley, changing out of the boiler suits and smoothing down their nicer, somehow flashier, clothes, Ed took Oswald’s hand again. As they walked the brief distance down the street to the restaurant, Oswald found himself smiling, his hands sweaty, palms clammy against Edward’s. He hoped that it wouldn’t be noticed, that he could go on pretending that he wasn’t relishing these moments of what could have been, what could still be.

“Is it wrong that I’m enjoying this?”

Edward smiled down at Oswald, who met his grin and squeezed his hand tighter.

“Ah, but old friend, at the end of the evening you’ll let go and this charade will all be over.”

Behind the slight sarcasm in his words, there was genuine feeling. But Ed squeezed his hand back.

“Oh, I would never hurt you like that, you know that right?”

Oswald smiled, more of a sneer to hide the genuine joy that threatened to crease his face.

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(eep i'll try to get as much out as i can this evening but tbh i feel a bit yucky and sad because i don't think my long fic was very good and now i'm having imposter syndrome thoughts or something haha)

[finniestoncrane]

Congrats on the milestone! The finnie1500 tag sounds like a race lmao, it makes me smile :)

May I get a delivery with water (caring for the reader), surf and turf (general), guacamole, deep fried pickles, and maybe some garlic bread? Spicy water, if you will. Sparkling water?

general!two face x gn!reader, word count: 400 content (warnings): hurt with and without comfort, implied sex the kitchen is now closed! 🔞minors dni🔞 • masterlist • kofi link • tag: finnie1500 (to follow or to block) a/n: ANON omg same, but the finnie500 tag made me go "nyoom" every time i typed it lmao💚

You knew the moment that his phone vibrated, you were going to lose him.

Credit where it was due, he had rushed to you when you needed him, wrapping you in a tight and comforting embrace that inevitably led to the two of you wrapped in your sheets, panting as you fell asleep in each others' arms.

But that soft rumbling was the signal of the end of this brief moment of bliss.

Slipping off of his lap, freeing him from the secure position you had held him in with your legs on either side of his hips, you flopped onto the mattress and sighed.

"Please don't leave."

"I have to. You know the deal, doll."

"It's not much of a deal. I barely get any time with you. You see your enemies more than you see me."

He turned to face you as he slid his pants up his legs, buttoning them quickly and tucking his shirt in tight. Ever conscious of his looks, making sure he was polished, manicured, at least on the side he could be.

"Listen, I'll make it up to you at some point. I'm doing all I can."

He sounded genuinely exasperated, not with you, but with the limitations placed on him, on your relationship. Everything that kept him apart from you, kept him from having a semblance of a normal life, even now.

"But I'll miss you. Both of you."

"I know but I have to go. They've caught Cat Woman breaking into my office. Someone's gotta teach that little bitch a lesson..."

He fixed the collar of his shirt and slicked back the hair on his right side with his palm before pointing towards you to finish his statement.

"... No one fucks with me."

You winked at him, biting your lip to stifle a giggle.

"No, you fuck me. You don't fuck with me."

He took a few quick steps forward, reaching you and holding your upper arms as he placed a long, breath taking kiss against your lips, his tongue sliding past your lips, his drool trailing slightly from the left corner of his mouth against yours. You could feel the desperation in it, the passion behind it. But he pulled back all the same.

The pain of losing him after having him was more hurtful than whatever you had been upset about the night before. You couldn't even remember what it was past the pain of watching Harvey leave, yet again.

[finniestoncrane]

Arkham Eddie with 🪑💜💛

If there’s anything about this man that I love more than his hands, it’s his lap

Thrust

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It’s supposed to be a cruel punishment, and it is, but it’s bitter sweet. You’re desperate for his attention. Desperate for his touch. Desperate to feel his, surprisingly well-hidden, thick cock inside of you. And you get that, but it’s a monkey’s paw scenario.

“Sit still!”

He barks at you, further punishment surely to follow given your inability to do as you’re told.

“Don’t move a muscle. And stop your whining.”

He held you tight, the texture of his worn and hard gloves rough against your bare hips and thighs as he kept you in position on his lap. You stared into his eyes, never breaking the gaze with him as he sneered at you, smirking in his own satisfaction.

“Please, Eddie.”

“Shh.”

He placed a finger over your lips, his thumb pushing up on your chin to keep your mouth closed. When he let go, you couldn’t help yourself.

“I just-”

As your lips parted to protest, to beg for what you really wanted, to clarify your wish, he thrust two fingers inside, and you instinctively closed your mouth around them, sucking them gratefully and silently.

“That’s my girl.”

You nodded, subtly, but enough that he noticed and laughed lightly, the gentle motion enough to give you just the slightest bit of pleasure, his cock twitching inside of you, your walls clenching around it, desperate for more, for movement, for anything beyond the torture that was having him stay still within you, stretching you out, unforgiving in the way he denied you any pleasured friction.

He withdrew his fingers, a trail of saliva following which he rubbed down the front of his stained and torn vest.

“You’re taking this well. Just a little longer.”

A whine, simpering and irritating in tone. It pulled a cruel smirk up at the corner of his mouth, his teeth pressed together as he dug his fingers into you, feeling the pressure even through the thick gloves he wore.

“Please, Eddie…please. I don’t know how much more I can take.”

“Oh, you poor thing.”

You whined again, the cruel, mocking tone he used tingling your senses. He knew you loved it. He was teasing you.

“Beg me for it then.”

“Please.”

He scoffed.

“A pathetic attempt. That’s all you’re willing to give me.”

“Please, Eddie. Please.”

“Please what?”

You kept your torso, your lower half, as completely still as possible, but you brought one hand to his chest, feeling his heart beat, the sweat drenched skin, the other on his cheek, stroking at the stubble, thumb wiping at the smudges of grease that seemed to permanently paint his face.

“Please fuck me.”

Without warning, and without any further provocation, he thrust up, holding your hips down and filling you as best as he could, finally allowing you what you wanted, what you needed. As you bit down on your lip, he shifted you, backwards and forwards, grinding you on him, your slick wetting his thighs as he coaxed it from you with his deft, almost subtle movements within you.

“Ok, sit still again. You can have more later. This is a punishment, after all."

[finniestoncrane]

congrats on 500 followers you literally deserve the whole world 🥹

🔪(gotham vic) 🩹 💜 ⚫ 🟣

please and thank you <3

Blood

gotham!zsasz x gn!reader/healing wounds gosh i love him thank god someone finally requested some zsasz! thanks anon! minors DNI!! 🔞 500 words, cw: injury, blood, biting, pain!kink kinda requests are closed • kofi link • minors DNI • tag: finnie500

It was kind of hard to tell which scratches were fresh and which ones were self-inflicted, given his habit for marking his kills.

“Victor, where did they get you?”

“All over…”

He looked at you, big brown eyes in a mocking sadness, fake pity for himself. You couldn’t help but smile, dabbing his cheek with the antiseptic wipe.

“How long was I out for?”

“Quite some time, you just needed a rest though, you didn’t hit your head…as far as I could tell.”

“But you didn’t-”

“I didn’t tell anyone. No one knows that the completely indestructible Victor Zsasz had to take a little nap after getting beaten up.”

“I wasn’t beaten up.”

You giggled, tossing the used bandage wrappers and cloths into the trash, reaching for his hand and holding it, tight. As exciting as it was to be with him, feral, wild and unpredictable, you’d made the mistake of falling for a man who was dangerous, to himself and others. While the risks of losing life and limb were a comfort to him, something he knew and was prepared for, for you it was a constant reminder of what you could stand to lose.

As your eyes began to water, you got up, attempting to hide your discomfort from him, aware that you would only be subjected to yet another lecture from him about how you knew who he was, his reputation preceding him in most instances in life. He took a hold of your hand though, trying to drag you back, his palm surprisingly soft.

“Hey, where are you going?”

He stood up to follow you, but you pushed him back down.

“Don’t get up, idiot. You’re seriously injured.”

He watched you walk away, but got up anyway, gripping your waist and hitting your neck with kisses.

“Wow…you look beautiful right now, you know that?”

“Maybe you did hit your head.”

He laughed into you, teeth sinking into your skin, and you moaned against your will, unable to contain it, weak for him. He chuckled again, another kiss at the nape of your neck.

“That’s my girl.”

“Victor…”

��Wait…is that…my shirt you’re wearing?”

You turned to him, placing your hands on his face, kissing him and lightly slapping your palm against his soft cheek.

“Yes, it is. You bled all over mine.”

“And you couldn’t just have left it off.”

He dipped you, slinging an arm under your leg and lifting you onto him, wrapping you around his waist and bringing you back to the bed.

“You’re injured!”

You shouted it against his shoulder, muffled as he tossed you down and fell on top of you.

“Not enough, you interested in dishing out a little more punishment for me?”

He whined as you dug your nails into his back, pulling him into you, kissing him, biting at his lip as he whimpered in pleasure.

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🎩💤🟠

Bite

general!mad hatter x gn!reader/falling asleep on them it's hard to not make him a strange little cutie oops, domestic dorkery here minors DNI!! 🔞 500 words, cw: just goofy, cute, flirting, some kissing and a bite send me a request • kofi link • minors DNI • tag: finnie500

You lay beside Jervis, blankets wrapped around you, your hand on his bare chest, soothed easily into a deep sleep by the movement of his body rising and falling in deep breaths. There was no harm in pretending to be asleep still, to savour these precious, pleasant moments of bliss as he stroked your back and held you into him.

“Are you awake, my sweet?”

You ignored him, hard as it was to not answer to his soft, inviting voice.

“I think you are, but you’re pretending.”

He sounded upbeat, pleased at the idea of playing a little game with you.

“As much as I enjoy this, we should start the day. There’s tea to be sipped, adventures to be had.”

You didn’t shift, but your smile was a dead giveaway. And he could clearly see it, as he giggled a little, before pressing his fingers into your sides, trying to make you laugh as he tickled you, but you held out, squirming obviously, but making no sound.

“Oh dear, I’m afraid you must be asleep then. Awful, because I’m actually quite hungry and ready for breakfast. If only there were something here that could satiate me, then I could lay in bed with you all day.”

The thought was wonderful, but you knew you’d have to get up eventually.

“How convenient it would be to have something so sweet, so scrumptious, so divinely delicious that I could sink my teeth into.”

Breakfast in bed sounded nice though, maybe you could go and make something and bring it to him and-

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sudden sensation of his teeth against your skin. Tongue lapping at the skin as he sucked softly on it, marking you with a little red circle, biting and nibbling around the area and peppering it with kisses.

As much as you tried to suppress it, there was no hope. You were weak under his touch, instantly weakened for him. A soft moan and a little giggle, and your act was up.

“Aha, you are awake! I knew it! I can see right through you!”

“Of course I am! What are you doing?”

“I wanted to know how you tasted, just in case I could avoid waking you up and separating from you.”

“And the solution to that was eating me?”

“You’re sweet enough to devour completely.”

He rolled you over, arms around your back until he was laying almost completely on top of you, your palms gliding over his soft skin as he kissed at your neck, leaving small bites in between them as you both giggled, laughter turning to gentle moans as he caressed your sides, his fingers teasing at your clothing, desperate to feel skin against skin, until he had your shirt off, kissing down your breast bone, dangerously close to delaying his breakfast even further if he got you in the right mood.

“Jervis! I thought you were hungry!”

“I am, my dear.” He stopped to look up into your eyes. “I’m absolutely starving.”

[finniestoncrane]

For your 500 followers thing!

🌿😤💜🧡🟠

I dunno if the emojis are clear but Ivy with jealousy and an AFAB reader please and thank you! Also congrats on 500! That’s so freaking rad! 💜💜💜

Wrapped

general!ivy x female!reader/jealousy thank you sav, my sweetest love, you're so supportive and kind to me 💚 minors DNI!! 🔞 500 words, cw: possessive, obsessive, jealousy duh, kidnapping send me a request • kofi link • minors DNI • tag: finnie500

“Ivy. This has to stop.”

You struggled against the vines that held you in place. You weren’t worried, you weren’t scared. You knew she liked the attention. It was just another attempt to win you over, futile though, as you’d already moved on. She wouldn’t hurt you, she wouldn’t intoxicate you. You were fine. Mostly irritated, a little bit set back in your plans for the day. That was the worst of it.

“What do you have me for here, this time?”

“Must there be a reason? It’s simply always a pleasure to be able to kidnap you.”

“Ivy, you’re obsessed. This is bordering on ridiculous now.”

She trailed a finger along your jaw, pulling down your chin lightly, separating your lips.

“Do you have better things to do?”

“I have a date.”

“Oh, how convenient.”

You sighed, rolling your eyes.

“You know I had a date.”

“How would I know?”

With a quick glance at the floor you considered it, but the truth was you weren’t sure really. But you knew it was the truth.

“I don’t know. But you’ve kidnapped me prior to every one of my dates this month.”

“A coincidence.”

You rolled your eyes. The back and forth, the faux innocence, it was frustrating, tiring. Her aloof attitude drove you insane, partly the reason you had broken up with her in the first place.

“You can’t keep doing this, Ivy. I’ve moved on. You can’t have me.”

The words would never sink in, but you spoke them anyway, hopeful, wishful. Maybe, eventually, she would get tired of you saying the same things, rejecting her. But along with being quite possessive, you were learning that Ivy had an intense jealous streak, and it showed no signs of wilting.

“I can’t have you?”

She smiled, tutting, shaking her head. With her fingers on your cheeks, holding your mouth into a pout, she laughed.

“Like the forbidden fruit, hm? Grown in the garden of Eden? But I grew you, I nurtured you, I kept you safe in my garden. And I think for that, I should be allowed to have a taste.”

The notion stunned you, a scoff passing over your lips, the vines around you tightening and strangling a little choke before they loosened again, but only slightly.

“I want to know how you taste.”

“You already know.”

“Refresh my memory.”

The way she looked at you, the vines loosening and tightening with the rise and fall of her chest, her lips inching closer to yours, it was difficult to say no to her.

“Ivy…”

“Please.”

You tilted your head back as far as your evergreen restraints would allow, sighing heavily before tossing your head back down, hair falling in front of your face. With slender, green fingers, she brushed the strands to the side and tucked them behind your ears.

“Fine, Ivy. Once. For old time’s sake.”

A gentle, satisfied moan rumbled from her chest.

“That’s my girl.”

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🤡🍷💜 please 🥺

Smooches

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“Are you kidding, bubbeleh? You’re the bravest person I know!”

Drops of the bubble-gum pink cocktail that Harley had been sipping fell around as she waved her hands erratically.

“Being a little bit drunk makes me braver though, I think that’s why I like it.”

You looked down into your own drink as Harley knocked hers back, slamming the glass down on the table and twisting her hair in her fingers, watching you.

“You hang around with me, what else could there be that scares you!?”

But that was the thing. Harley wasn’t frightening as a friend. She was wonderful. Bubbly, supportive, a permanent cheerleader. Fun without trying, sweet without having to put in effort. It didn’t bother you being out with her, not when people would stare at her, flirt with her, admire her from a distance, because you understood the appeal, the draw. And you got to see what most didn’t. You were allowed a glimpse of Harley at her most vulnerable. When she would sit across the table from you, holding your hands as she told you her worries or you told her yours. When she would beat you at an enthusiastic game of rock, paper, scissors for the privilege of picking the movie you would watch. When she would wake up on the couch next to you, both of you falling asleep against each other, under blankets, arms linked.

Every day you wanted to grab her, tell her, but the fear was surprisingly overwhelming. You just needed a little help, some extra courage.

“I uh…”

“Tell me sugar!” There was a growing concern behind her smile, glimmering in her eyes as she tried to read you, tried to figure out what was eating at you. Sometimes, you could swear she could tell. That she knew the way you smiled at her, the way you waved goodbye to her when she left your apartment to get back to hers. And maybe she felt the same way? “Don’t hold out on me, you know I can coax it out of you!”

She prodded her finger into your side, causing you to collapse in on yourself, unable to suppress the laughter as you batted her away, her hands tickling you, practically on top of you in the booth you shared, no one batting an eyelid as you screamed and giggled together under the sound of the music. She had you against the back of the seat, hands grabbing your cheeks and pinching them.

“Do it, be brave.”

There was an unspoken permission in her eyes, and you leaned forward, pressing a sloppy, unbalanced kiss onto her soft, red lips. And luckily, thankfully, she reciprocated, hands still holding your cheeks firmly, keeping you from pulling back before she was finished with you. And when she was, she held her forehead to you, rubbing her nose into yours and giggling.

“That’s my girl! But you know, you coulda just said something. I don’t bite!”

“Yes, you do.”

“But not hard!”

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💲🪑🟣

Doll

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“Harv…you don’t think you could come to bed soon, do you?”

Without looking up from his desk, he tossed his coin idly in his hand. A quick glance at the results.

“Sorry, doll. I’m stuck here till this is finished.”

Dedicated, regardless of what he did. Constricted by the outcome of his own rituals.

“I’ll join you then.”

“You’ll be a distraction. It’ll take us twice as long to get through this.”

Tough, you thought, wandering over to him, leaning on the edge of the desk, resting yourself against it, just enough of you in his peripheral vision that he noticed, and it was difficult for him to not comment.

“Is that…my shirt you’re wearing?”

You took the bottom of it in your hands and teased it out, doing a little half twist as you showed it off.

“Huh…guess it must be. Is that…ok?”

Harvey cleared his throat, shuffling the papers and trying to regain the concentration he was quickly losing.

“Should be alright.”

“As long as you don’t ruin it. That shit’s expensive.”

“If you’re really that upset, I can take it off.”

Shifting from the desk, you began unbuttoning the shirt, very slowly, very carefully in case he decided to yell at you in the middle of your attempted seduction. You were winning him, them, over. The fabric opened, exposing your skin, your torso, and the fact that you had neglected to put on any underwear before coming into his study.

“Christ…”

“Christ!”

A soft giggle, you couldn’t contain it. It was always a pleasant surprise that you could elicit a reaction like that from him, that you could have the charismatic, charming, handsome Harvey Dent at a lost for words, mouth hanging open, eyes wide, all of the subtlety of a teenage boy.

“You two ok?”

“Uh…yes.”

“Where are my manners though, doll. I haven’t even offered you a seat.”

He braced himself, palms on the edge of his own seat, before he interrupted himself, sitting back down.

“Why don’t you come over here, take a load off.”

He let his palms glide down his thighs, and you quickly took up the offer, legs on either side of him, face to his, arms wrapped around his neck and fingers linked. You offered a sweet kiss to his cheek, pleased to hear a soft hum of satisfaction vibrate against your lips before he took his mouth to your neck, kissing the side, the front, as far down your chest as he could reach before he leant you back, strong arms grasping your back as he kissed down your breast bone.

Bringing you back up to him, your lips met, his fingers gently, almost tentatively, traced the length of your thigh before his palms were on your hips, fingers gripping into the skin as he led you into a grinding motion on top of him. You pulled back lightly.

“You wanna toss that coin again? Best of three?”

“Don’t be smart!” He growled into you ear, hands under your thighs, lifting you up and further onto him, resting you on his chest as he planted hungry kisses over your shoulders.

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-walks up to you all shifty-eyed like you're my dealer- UH, could I ask for Character - 🎩 Scenario - 🪑 Sentences - 💛🧡

Kidnap

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Jervis poured the perfectly brewed tea into a delicate, beautifully painted cup, setting it down, saucer and teaspoon accompanied, in front of you.

“It’s always a pleasure to be able to kidnap you, the general public. You’d be surprised how few of this city’s elite know proper etiquette. Now drink up.”

You took a sip, awkward in your attempts to be formal, proper. He was, after all, a gentleman, once gracious enough to have extended you an, albeit involuntary in his mind, invitation to his tea party.

“You’ll note, sweet little bunny, that in an effort to keep you comfortable, there are no restraints. And I’m sure you’ll note you have all of your faculties.”

“Of course.”

He finished pouring his own, stirring the tea without clinking the sides of the cup. Very proper, very refined. Distinguished, and handsome, the way his smile radiated across the table from you. He broke eye contact to take a sip, silent, no slurping, placing the cup down with a gentle ‘ting’ before he pressed his fingers, steepled, to his lips, deep in thought, removing them to speak to you.

“Might I ask you a question?”

“Of course, Mister…”

“Tetch. Jervis. Of course, most would know me as-”

“The Mad Hatter.”

You cursed yourself for interrupting. How very rude of you.

“Apologies. I didn’t mean to interrupt. It’s just that I…am familiar with your…work.”

He raised an eyebrow, so high that there was a slight shift in the band of his top hat, raising gently with his forehead.

“Which only further piques my curiosity?”

“Curiosity killed the cat, Mister Tetch.”

A wry smile as he leaned in to speak.

“Please, Jervis.”

“What is it you’d like to know.”

“You came so easily.”

“Is that a question?”

“I suppose not.”

He picked up his cup, sipping at it, letting his eyelids close over as he appreciated the brew, the flavours, the comfort of the warm liquid flowing down his throat. With a satisfied sigh, he opened his eyes and found you standing before him.

“Oh! Perhaps there should have been an element of restraint. You’re not planning on leaving so soon, are you? There’s a whole pot of tea to get through. I haven’t even yet explained to you why I’ve brought you here for-”

You moved swiftly, gracefully, astride his legs and firmly on his lap, arms around his neck. His calm demeanour, instantly shifted to one of slight panic, but gleeful intrigue at this new twist in the tale.

“Might I ask another answer of you?”

“I suppose so.”

“Is this…why you were so easy to ‘kidnap’? The reason you were so easy to bring into my company?”

“Is what the reason? I’m afraid you’ll have to be specific.”

He swallowed, nerves forced down, but rising swiftly back up again, a stiffening below you as you let a wry smile cross your face.

“The reason…that you might…that there would…”

“Yes?”

“Just answer me.”

You pressed a delicate kiss to his lips, allowing it to deepen slightly before you pulled away, his mouth following you until he couldn’t strain his neck further.

“If you would like the answer, Jervis, then I’m afraid you’ll have to beg me for it.”

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❓dano!riddler, 🪑💚 🟪

um um um… maybe… eddie working in the office late at night and afab reader (his coworker that he has a huge crush on) wants to reward him for being such a dedicated, good boy

i’m embarrassed

Late

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For almost two months, you had successfully avoided doing any project work, and none of your bosses had noticed. The work was still being done, they suspected nothing. You were getting away with it, simply because your co-worker was so easily manipulated.

You’d realised Edward Nashton had a crush on you pretty early on. The signs were there, his lingering stares, the way he laughed breathily at everything you said, how red he got when you touched his arm, bent over in front of him, leaned close to him so he could smell you.

So when you leaned into him, asking for help with this project because it was just so big and you weren’t quite sure you could handle it, eyes wide and wet, lips pouting, he had been so quick to offer his assistance. Getting him to take it on completely and not tell on him was easy enough once you had him wrapped around your finger.

Still, it tugged at your heart strings when you came into work late, collecting your things after a long, late afternoon get together at the bar next door to see him hunched over his desk, your files scattered out in front of him. Surely, he deserved a reward, for being so dedicated to your work?

“Eddie! You’re still here?”

He jumped, fixing his glasses and straightening his tie.

“Oh, yes…just…finishing up the project. It just needs a sign-off.”

“Good timing then!”

You walked around the desk and pushed in front of him, pinning him between you, the chair, and the wall, bending over to sign the last page, rubbing your ass against his crotch, feeling him twitch lightly in his pants before he sat down to give you space.

“Oh, good idea, there’s a lot more things to sign than I realised.”

You hitched your skirt slightly, sitting on his lap, easing yourself ever so slightly back and forth as you hummed over the document.

“Did…did I do a good…job for you?”

He cleared his throat, hands clinging to the arms of the chair, knuckle white from the grip. You leaned back, pressing your cheek to his and whispering.

“You did a very good job, Eddie. You’re such a good boy.”

He giggled lightly, cheeks almost instantaneously pink.

“I think you really should be rewarded for your dedication, and your input. Here.”

You reached into your pockets, clutching something in your hands, dropping it into his palm. His eyes grew wider from behind his lenses as he teased at the fabric, pulling it out until it was recognisable.

“Are those your…”

“Panties? Yep.”

Before he could utter a complete word, stammering over himself, you leaned back, and up, reached below you and began unzipping his pants, freeing his length and rubbing your bare, slick lips against it once you had slipped it through the front of his boxers. You moaned as you guided his head inside of you, sinking down on him.

“Oh..be…quiet we…ah…can’t let them…huh…hear us…”

“Relax, Eddie! I just want to say thank you.”

He kept his fingers tight in their grip as you sank down onto him again, ready to make sure he was willing to help you next time.

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Could I get a YJ riddler/ female reader with 🩹 🖤 🤎 💔? Also, could you make it angst to fluff with Ed being the one who got hurt?

Bruises

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It was exceptionally hard not to fawn over him. There was something about his face, his entire demeanour, that made it very easy to grab him and hold him and never want to let go. So cute, so loveable. So funny, with his terrible puns and goofy riddles. But he was so awkward, shy, uncomfortable in his own body outside of his schemes and plans and criminal ventures. Getting close to him was nearly impossible. He found it difficult to let you in, because he truly believed there was no value to him.

So you treasured the moments you go to spend with him, his vulnerability in full show. And to be fair, those moments came pretty regularly. For all of his mental strength, physically, he was far less skilled.

He shuffled into the room, embarrassed, cringing and whimpering lightly with each step.

“Eddie! What happened?”

As he lifted his head to look at you, sheepish, forced smile, you could see that his nose, lips and chin were stained with blood, a cut on the bridge, his eyes blackening in the corners.

“Oh, you poor thing!”

You rushed to him, holding your hand to his cheek which warmed in a blush at your touch, clinging to his tie so he couldn’t move away from you.

“Are you alright, do you think?”

“I’ll be ok…it stings though.”

You pouted, sincerity behind it, but you worried it had come across as patronising. He didn’t seem to mind either way, as he nodded with a pathetic, little frown.

“I’m sure it does, you poor, poor boy.”

You picked up the first aid kit, quick to start dabbing at the blood, making sure the wound on the bridge of his nose was clean before you taped a little plaster on to it.

“This happens far too often, Eddie. I can’t believe no one has killed you yet.”

“It’s not a lack of trying, huh?”

You placed your palm over the back of his hand, easing your fingers between his and squeezing.

“All fixed now though.”

“Nothing can fix me.”

He was back to pouting, snatching his hand away from your touch, denying himself even that small bit of comfort. But you weren’t having it. As he began to walk away, no doubt heading to sulk in a room alone, you grabbed his arm, turning him back around.

“I’d rather you stayed in here…just so I can make sure your head is ok after taking a blow to the face.”

Eddie looked at you, searching for an answer to question he hadn’t asked yet.

“Why are you so nice to me?”

You were stumped for a moment, assuming the answer was obvious, especially to someone so intelligent. But maybe not someone so insecure.

“I like taking care of you, Eddie. I like…I like you.”

At your warm smile, he cringed slightly.

“But I have nothing to offer you.”

Taking hold of his hand again, you squeezed it again, not letting go.

“We can agree to disagree.”