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finniestoncrane · 1 year ago

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What's a kink of each of the riddlers that you feel like you haven't really talked about?

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Riddler Headcanons hooray, finally getting round to this one after the event!! it's a long one too oops... ok i am got INTO this. some of them i think i've mentioned before but i am so glad to put my silly little thoughts into more detail 💚 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: so many potentially triggering kinks here, cnc, piss, free use, roleplay, rough sex, violence, monster fucking, nude photography

dano

i have written about it a LOT but he definitely has a thing for cnc/rape play

and with him, it comes from a space of feeling like he's not good enough, and follows his life's trajectory of having to take things he wants rather than wait patiently for them to come to him

he wants to be in control of a situation, something he's never had before in any aspect of life

something that allows him to feel like he's in charge, that he's got the power

and at the same time, it's so emotionally fulfilling for him to be trusted by someone to that extent

to know a partner is willing to allow themselves to be so vulnerable around him, to get to be so close and intimate with someone

to feel like he's someone you have actively chosen to trust and let him take part in something like that

and to speak to him like an intelligent adult while you cover rules and boundaries and safe-words

that's so healing for him to experience, and it only amplifies his sweet and adoring behaviour outside of your more intense bedroom sessions

plus, any excuse to offer you the most satisfactorily sickeningly sweet aftercare, that's what he's really after

arkham

i play with this man like he's a fucking doll honestly there's not a kink i wouldn't give him, but allow me to delve into my most recent fixation

because i'm giving him a piss kink and no one can stop me

i don't think it's so much about the piss for him, more about the mess and the sense of control over someone's behaviours and habits

definitely about the embarrassment and humiliation

because the minute you let yourself go, the minute you're vulnerable standing or sitting in front of him

bound by his rules to not interrupt him for bathroom breaks

knowing that any mess you make is your own fault

that's when he gets his kicks

and the ability to chastise and degrade you for making a mess of yourself and having very little self-control is an added benefit

telling you how ashamed you should be, while you can see the smug smile on his face and the growing tent at the front of his stupid cargo pants

i don't think he'd piss in you or on you though. as messy as he is i think even he knows standards of good practice when it comes to germs and such

(he's filthy, yes, but very picky over certain textures and substances, it's the autism)

plus the act of him defiling you would be too much, since this idiot harbours intense feelings of admiration and respect that he's too scared or embarrassed to admit to

gotham

i don't think i've gone into too much detail about his medical fetish, but he definitely has one

i mean, i did write that thing on the autopsy table... but anyway!

definitely veering towards the experimental side of medical roleplay

he'll get all of the correct gear on, nothing inherently sexual about it unless you're into that kind of thing

protective gear though, a smock, rubber gloves, maybe a mask

and you'll be expected to be fully nude, all of you exposed to him so that he can test the limits of each part of you

see how every square inch of your skin reacts to his touch

or to his various 'tools' that he's got, sterilised and prepared to work on you

there's no medical benefits to this, he's not aiming to fix you

but he is definitely good at making you feel much, much better than you did before you were laid down on his table

teased, torturous edging, new experiences and toys

until you're a shuddering mess, ready to be eased up for some aftercare before he cleans up for your next appointment

his desire to study you, to see what makes you tick and what makes you make the sweetest sounds is what motivates him here

and he will take rigorous and extensive notes during and afterwards

and then study them in his down time (or alone time)

telltale

corruption, for sure. like his whole personality revolves around being the best and greatest manipulator and schemer that ever was

so corrupting your innocence, real or roleplayed, gives him everything he wants from a sexual encounter

and in a relationship

it's not like he's 24/7 on with the whole "i am your master" thing

but it leeches into everyday life easily enough when you spend a lot of time in his company

any roleplay scenario where he can play an authoritative character while you are a weaker, more innocent position works for him

professor and student, master and servant, he's not beyond playing god and having you pretend to be a nun either, and there are more taboo pairings he's willing to try

there's often elements of bondage, dominance, spirit breaking, orgasm control

anything where he has the higher ground

and he can teach you and show you new and exciting, or scary, things

having you beg to show him the correct ways, to educate you, to give you a new experience, to touch you in a way no one else has

that's what gets him off for sure

twojar

100% is into breeding, and definitely barebacking

the idea of fucking you completely raw (pending your health checks. he's completely clean and fine, but you on the other hand... he needs the documents)

that's what he's most into, especially if he can incorporate some other kinks into the foreplay or actual sex

and then have the grand finale be painting your insides with his cum, letting you feel the warmth of him

but it has to end with you under him, whichever position you prefer the most he's not fussy

with his cock buried deep inside of you

cumming inside of you and holding himself there, keeping you pinned to him

thrusting a couple more times for good measure so he can be sure he's pumped his seed as deep as it can go

and holding you afterwards, telling you how good you took him

his perfect little breeding stock, his sweet little cumdump

filled up and ready to bear the fruits of his labour

btaa

there is no doubt in my mind that every waking minute that he isn't spending on schemes or building his little gadgets

is spent playing fantasy roleplay games, of any kind, on any platform, alone or in groups

he's a huge nerd! it's one of those things that he'll never outlive, once a big dweeb, always a big dweeb

so a big thing for him is roleplay, and specifically, roleplay where he can involve some monster fucking

he can either play the hero, slaying the beast and then saving the girl, who promptly rewards him with herself to use

or being the hero who sets out to defeat the creature and instead ends up fucking it

or let him be the monster and he'll show you how monstrous he could really be

as long as it involves preparation, dramatic reactions, practice and rehearsing, preferably a script with some room for improv

and, of course, the most extravagant and detailed costumes (accurate to the scenario or time period, obviously)

then he will be a very happy, and satisfied, boy

zero year

i haven't really talked about this but it's a huge one for me personally with him

but i think he's a big fan of free use obviously like he just screams it

loves nothing more than a sort of semi-permanent situation where you spend days completely naked and at his mercy

and add a bit of roleplay into it, maybe you're his live-in housekeeper

cleaning for him, cooking for him, washing him, feeding him

and whenever he feels like it, he can stick his dick in you

but you can't react to him unless he gives you permission

you gotta stand there, kneel there, sit there, lay there while he fucks you without making any sounds

and comitting to whatever task you were in the middle of when he decided to start going at you

i just think it would absolutely send him to the moon to know that when you're walking around naked, bending over in front of him

hanging on his every word and obeying his every command

he could also just decide to press his cock inside of you nonchalantly

unburied

he's literally devoutly into cuckoldery, but he's the bull

imagine watching your partner get railed by some ineffectual dweeb with a penchant for riddles

knowing that he's giving it to them with all he's got, making them scream in pleasure and shout out his name

making eye contact with him at some point

and having him wink at you? stick his tongue out? give you some finger guns?

all with the most smug, self-satisfied grin you've ever seen on a human being

and then to top it off, he's calling out sex-themed riddles?

and laughing at you when you don't get them right?

that's not something you can come back from

that changes someone, on several deep levels

and truthfully, that's the part that he likes the most

the emotional scarring on your ego, and the little stroke his gets

knowing he's so annoying that he's unforgettable, which would be the biggest crime to him

btas

i have these ideas about him that always revolve around something artsy or classy

and while i think he would be into some dorky roleplay (he's definitely pretending to be a minotaur, sorry)

i do, selfishly i suppose, think that he would be into body worshipping

specifically in the form of erotic photography

he'd be keen to take pictures of you, in poses, costumes, scenarios, roleplays

directing you, encouraging you, watching you loosen up and let yourself go

whatever you were comfortable with, that's key here

and he'd cherish seeing your face afterwards when he showed you the final products

knowing he'd captured everything about you that he loves and finds attractive

pictures that he'll keep if you want, or destroy

it doesn't matter to him in the end really

he takes them because he thinks of you as his muse, the act of photographing you, of being allowed the vulnerability

to create with you in mind

that's what he finds most erotic and exciting and ultimately, an expression of his love and adoration for you

young justice

if you managed to get him to find the courage to admit to it, you'd learn his favourite thing is uh...

well... just because it plays into his... awkwardness, and shyness, and inexperience...

just... it makes sense that he has a virginity kink

but interestingly, it goes both ways

while he's so keen to have you show him the moves, and pretend to be inducting him into your little black book

teaching him how to touch you or how to move his hips

he's equally interested in switching the roles up a bit

it's a challenge for him, sure, but he's the riddler! there's no challenge he can't live up to

even if that means weeks of practice and lessons with an acting coach to get past the initial nerves

it would all be worth it to pretend that he was confident, dominant, and knew what he was doing

that and the satisfaction of taking something from you, something important

the honour in knowing he's your first (or at least pretending)

and the lasting impression he might have on you for that

that's the kind of idea that has him rutting into you like a fuckin beast

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adhdnursegoat · 4 months ago

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Zero Year

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The sun is blazing high over the water, casting ripples of light across the shimmering surface of the pool. Around you, Catwoman’s home has transformed into an oasis of laughter and camaraderie, the usual chaos of Gotham's underworld temporarily forgotten. Today, the notorious villains have traded their crime sprees for a day of swimming and lighthearted banter.

You find yourself floating in the deep end, chatting animatedly with Harley as she lounges on a bright pink float adorned with cartoonish palm trees. “I’m tellin’ ya, babe, Mistah J’s got nothin’ on the kinda crazy you and I could get up to at the beach,” she declares, her bright laughter echoing across the pool.

“Maybe next time, we should have a proper beach day. Sandcastles, margaritas, sand in the crotch, and all that,” you laugh along, nodding enthusiastically. The thought of a sunny day spent with friends fills you with excitement, but little do you know, a particular villain has other plans.

Unbeknownst to you, Edward Nygma lurks near the edge of the pool, a playful glint in his green eyes. He’s been quietly observing the scene, a mischievous smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. The others catch onto his intentions—Harley's eyes widen, a knowing grin spreading across her face, while Selina raises an eyebrow, leaning back to enjoy the impending chaos. Even Jonathan Crane, buried in his book, glances up with an amused shake of his head. They all know what’s coming, but no one warns you.

With the precision of a criminal mastermind executing a heist, Edward slips beneath the surface of the water, his movements fluid and stealthy, like a predator stalking its prey. You’re completely unaware of the danger lurking just beneath the waterline.

Suddenly, you feel a pair of hands grab your ankles and yank you underwater. A startled scream escapes your lips, but the sound is swallowed by the water as bubbles rush past your face. Panic surges through you, and you kick and thrash, desperately trying to break free from the grasp that drags you deeper into the cool blue abyss. The world around you dissolves into a swirl of liquid and frothy white, a chaotic blend of terror and confusion.

Just when you think you might lose your breath, the grip on your ankles releases you, and you shoot up to the surface, gasping for air. Your heart pounds wildly in your chest as you doggy paddle toward the slope where your feet can finally touch solid ground. Wiping water and stray strands of hair from your face, you turn to confront your assailant, only to find Edward standing a few feet away in the shallow end, a triumphant, smug grin plastered across his face.

“Edward Nygma! You—!” you sputter, splashing water toward him in retaliation. “You absolute jerk!”

He merely chuckles, slicking back his wet, auburn hair as he wades toward you, water cascading down his lean frame. “Oh, come now. You didn’t really think I’d let go of a perfectly good opportunity to see you soaking wet for me, did you?” His voice carries a self-satisfied tone, eyes glinting with mischief and a hint of admiration that sends a rush of warmth through you.

You huff, trying to maintain your anger, but his playful banter is disarming. The way his hair clings to his forehead, showcasing that boyish charm of his, makes it nearly impossible to stay annoyed. And those eyes—oh, those eyes—sparkling like emeralds under the sunlight, framed by the golden halo that dances around his pupils. It feels like he’s stripped you bare under the weight of that gaze, and you can feel your resolve starting to crumble.

Harley cackles from her inflatable flamingo, clearly enjoying the spectacle. “Geez, Ed! Ya nearly drowned ‘em!”

“Hardly.” Edward rolls his eyes in mock exasperation, but there’s a playful glint in his expression. “They know I’d never let anything happen to them.” His tone is smug, but there’s an underlying honesty that softens your irritation.

You narrow your eyes at him, desperately trying to keep up the pretense of anger. “You’re lucky I tolerate you, you know that?” you retort, crossing your arms over your chest in a feigned display of defiance, all the while acutely aware of how close he is, and how his proximity makes your heart race.

Edward wades closer, the water swirling around him as he closes the distance between you. The heat of the day is eclipsed by the warmth radiating from him, and you can’t help but notice how his chest is bare, the water droplets glistening on his skin. Being chest-to-chest with him has you flustered, and you hate that you find it so intoxicating. But no, you refuse to let your thoughts wander down that path. You set your jaw, glaring up at your tormentor with an exaggerated frown, willing yourself to focus on your anger.

“Lucky? No, babe,” he simpers, his voice low and smooth, sliding through the air like honey. “I’d just say I have a talent for knowing exactly how far I can push my luck.”

“Yeah, yeah.” You roll your eyes, though a small smile betrays you, tugging at the corners of your lips. “Well, next time, I’m pulling you under,” you threaten playfully, poking a finger into his chest.

He leans in closer, dipping his head lower, his eyes half-lidded with a challenging gaze that seems to pierce through your defenses. “I look forward to it.” The intimacy of the moment makes your pulse quicken. You catch sight of the smattering of freckles across the bridge of his nose and cheeks, an endearing detail that makes you want to sigh in exasperation and affection all at once.

You feel your jaw tighten, your nose scrunching and eyes narrowing in reflex, resolutely ignoring the overwhelming pull of attraction. No, you’re not falling for his wiles. Not at all. Nope.

Feeling you’ve said your piece and wanting to escape before he notices the blossoming blush threatening to creep across your cheeks, you turn to wade back to Harley, needing to put some distance between you. But Edward seems to have other plans. In a swift movement, he scoops you into his arms before you can make it two steps.

A startled squeal escapes you as he effortlessly slings you into the water, laughter bubbling from his lips as you hit the surface.

You’re gonna kill him.

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