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I might try these! Gimmi a chara/pairing/charaxreader and a number.

Thread Starters : Kink Edition

“Pretend you don’t want it.”

“They’re all watching the movie. They’re not even going to notice.”

“I want you. Right up against the window.”

“You know I love you, right? I have every intention of fucking you like I don’t.”

“Don’t pussyfoot around. I want it to hurt.”

“Let me blindfold you.”

“I want to make every inch of you mine.”

“Wrap your hands around my throat.”

“No, no. Leave your clothes on.”

 “Home is too far away. No one’s going to see us here.”

 “Just sit back and let me give you a show.”

 “I want to make you bleed.”

 “Relax. I’ll teach you the ropes.”

 “Don’t worry. I won’t let you suffocate.”

 “Clearly, you’ve never experienced silk sheets properly, then.”

 “What would you think about adding a third party?”

 “You can’t come until I say so. Understand?”

 “That’s it. Touch yourself for me.”

 “Bet I can make you come without ever touching your cock.”

 “No using your hands. I’ll spread my lips and you lick.”

 “Clean yourself out for me first.”

 “Present yourself for me.”

 “I want you to tie me up so I can’t get away.”

 “I’m going to tie you to the bed posts and have my way with you.”

 “I want you to dominate me.”

 “You’re all mine, pet.”

 “Oh fuck, yes. Bite me again.”

 “Are you sure that’s going to fit?”

 “I’m going to fill all your holes.”

 “They’re next, after I’m done with you.”

 “Just watch it with me. Maybe it’ll give us some ideas.”

 “I want you to humiliate me.”

 “You’re pathetic. If I wasn’t willing to fuck you, no one would.”

 “It’s an ice cube, darling. Do you like it?”

 “That’s good. Now spread your cheeks for me.”

 “Don’t touch me. Just watch.”

 “Are you sure you know how to use that?”

 “I hope you don’t mind whip marks.”

 [Text] What are you wearing?

 “I want to drip candlewax all over you.”

 “I know just how to make you relax.”

 “Have you ever tried rimming?”

 “Your muscles are in knots. Better let me rub you down.”

 “I got the mirror so you can see yourself while I’m fucking you.”

 “You’re not afraid of a little piece of ginger, are you?”

 “I want to pour ___ all over you and then lick it off.”

 “Oh my. I didn’t know you could move like that.”

 “I’m your master/mistress and will be addressed as such.”

 “I don’t care if they’re watching. I’m not done with you yet.”

 “Oh no. Not until you beg.”

 “Tell me how good this feels.”

 “On your knees.”

 “I’ll do anything you want me to do to you, but you have to say it out loud.”

 “Better be quiet or they’ll hear you.”

 “Relax your throat.”

 “I want you to ride me.”

 “Oh, that hurts so good.”

 “I want to hear you scream.”

 “Better be quiet or they’ll hear you.”

 “Strung up with a spreader bar is a good look for you.”

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i just think they're neat

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Redrew a scene from chapter 8 as a celebration for reaching 1k hits!

original text under cut

He could only hold onto the scratchy sheets as he asked, “ Edward, do you love me?” 

Edward flinched but didn’t look away, “ I like you.” 

“ But do you love me?” 

“ I’m not sure, but….” 

“ But?” 

Edward tugged at the seams of his pants— he’s going to dig another hole. Oswald wanted him to. He wants to sew it up again. 

“ I want to kiss you, I think,” Edward mumbled quietly, but it echoed loud, “ It’s uh— That’s… I just….”

Oswald swallowed. Heat radiated off Edward. Oswald felt cold and spread his legs at a wider angle, making some space for Edward to scoot close to him.

He held the fabric over Edward’s collarbone and tugged him closer, close enough that their noses briefly rubbed against each other. Edward exhaled nervously, and Oswald shivered as the air hit his upper lip. 

Gathering up his courage, Edward quickly pecked him on the lips. Soft and quick like a fly. It was different from the peacock in Don Falcone's garden. 

Oswald frowned. 

He took Edward’s hand and placed it on his cheek, “ Try again. Make it last a little longer.” 

Edward licked his lips nervously and moved in for a second kiss. He followed Oswald’s instructions, but his hand and lips hovered anxiously over him, barely touching him. Oswald pulled him in by the collar for a little more friction— it needed to hurt, to bruise.

Edward’s other hand came up to hold him, and Oswald allowed him. He licked Edward’s bottom lip, but there was no response, they were closed, firm and stubborn. 

He dared take a peek then, and realized Ed had his eyes open. Oswald sighed, pulling away a little, “ Am I your first kiss, Edward?” 

The tips of Edward’s ears turned red, “ I’m— Um— I’m sorry. I—” 

Oswald held Edward’s cheek softly, “ Just… close your eyes, and... open your mouth when I lick your lips. You have to move with me, like a dance” 

“ Like a dance…” Edward nodded, and his face warmed up under Oswald’s fingers. Otherwise, he regained some confidence and leaned in for a third kiss, closing his eyes this time. 

Edward was stiff against him, unsure and jittery. He tried his best, Oswald could tell, but their teeth kept clashing, Edward’s glasses kept slipping to hit his head, and he felt hands hover awkwardly over his love handles, unsure of what to do, but Oswald kept him close, urging him to kiss him over and over.

Suddenly, Oswald felt a sharp sting on his bottom lip, and Edward pulled away immediately. In the mess of the moment, Edward had bit him, and his bottom lip bled. 

“ I’m— I'm sorry, I uh,” Edward panicked and awkwardly used his thumb to wipe off the blood, “ I’m so so sorry.” 

“ Do that again.” 

“ What?” 

Oswald held the back of his neck, pulling him close, “ Again, please .” 

Edward nervously tapped over Oswald’s thigh before boldly, hungrily, closing the distance between. Edward did make a small hole in the lining of his pants, over his inner thigh. Oswald dug his thumb through it and pressed onto the warm skin underneath, widening the hole. As a result, Edward moaned deeply, and Oswald took the chance to lick into his mouth. 

The peacock made his hand bleed that day in Don Falcone’s garden. His mother chastised him as she wrapped up his finger, but his mother was gone, and that very finger was cut off. 

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👉👈Riddler and OC character ,most people don't like the riddle (war of jokes and riddles)...but I like it

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collab with @appliedfear (their crane design)

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A certain scene from the fanfiction Cat & Mouse, written by the lovely @caesariawritesstuff who also happens to be the one who commissioned this wee thingy. If Riddler/reader is your cup of tea, do check out their fic, it makes for an fantastic read! 🖤🤍

OC (c) caesariawritesstuff

Art (c) Finzphoenix

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showing off my Jonathan Crane design

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Thanks so much for answering! Do you draw OC's at all? If so, I'll happily commission you! Otherwise if not, I'd love a little Arkham Knight Riddler :)

ive drawn people's oc's before! that's actually the first commission ive done. my only hope is that i can do yours justice! here's an arkham riddler for now

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practice makes perfect!

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Rewatched The Batman recently

🦇❔

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Toxic friendship - scriddler

Batman’s iron fist falls upon his head with little to no mercy. The powerful blow cracks the bone of his lower jaw and sends him to the ground. Edward hits the floor, spitting blood and fighting back the bitter tears of pain.

When he looks up to see his tormentor, it isn’t the Dark Knight – it’s his father, in the same old, hideous lumberjack shirt and worn-out jeans. The stench of alcohol and cigs hangs upon the man as he stares Edward down with a furious glare. And Edward is ten once more, curled on the carpet, small and insignificant like a stain on a tablecloth.

“Don’t you lie to me, you lil’ shit!” His father shouts, face red and twisted with rage. “I told ya to buy me a beer! Where’s my money? Answer me, you moron!”

Edward’s whole body shakes violently because he knows the money is gone, taken by that damn bully Curter, but his idiotic father will never believe that. He wants to explain, he tries to say something. No words come out of his throat. It feels like his lips are too numb to open, with shaky hands Edward touches his mouth just to find out that he has none.

In a jolt of panic he starts thrashing around, he is trying to scream but he can’t make a sound. Where his lips used to be, there is a thick layer of skin. He digs his fingernails into his face with a single, desperate thought on his terror-struck mind – to be able to speak again somehow.

His father’s face looms over him, just that it is not his father anymore.

It’s Crane, with his ugly burlap mask on his head and with a needle in his hand.

“What’s the matter?” Crane asks, and his tone of voice is mocking Edward in every possible way. “You’re so quiet today, my dear.” A long finger slides down Riddler’s cheek. “Don’t you like the things I do to you?”

Edwards wants to beg him for help, tell him to stop this horrible madness. He can’t – he is mute. And Crane doesn’t even seem to notice his distress, he leans in as if for a sweet-sweet goodnight kiss. Then, Edward sees it…

Crane has no eyes! He is just a dead husk with bony hands and empty eye sockets. Riddler’s beating heart freezes with dread. He can sense something even more terrible as he spots a movement beneath Scarecrow’s mask.

All of a sudden, white, slimy grave worms come out of eye-holes in Crane’s burlap mask. They crawl out of Jonathan’s dead, hollow body, it makes Edward’s stomachs flip upside down.

He feels too sick to look at this horror. He squeezes his eyelids shut but it’s good for nothing. Fear and disgust, sorrow and hurt – they won’t go away, they’re inside his brain.

Edward couldn’t see it, not in this phase of the hallucinations, but Jonathan was watching him closely the entire time. He was sitting on the edge of his ‘patient’s’ bed, listening to every breath, every mumbled word and every strangled scream – trying to memorize even the smallest detail.

With the dedication of a true scientist, he studied Edward’s muscles as they tensed and trembled in waves of stress. He observed Riddler’s eye movements with sheer fascination, and at the same time he was taking his pulse to control the whole process.

It was only a small dosage of toxin but Jonathan wanted to be rather safe than sorry. After all, his precious volunteer was such a fragile thing beneath that self-confidence, intellect and bravado.

At first, he intended to only watch the show, to feed his hungry eyes with the delicious display of fear. However, when he had heard Edward apologizing to his long-dead father, Scarecrow felt for the first time in a long time that this session could turn into something more.

It was unprofessional of him perhaps, to lean toward the patient, to caress his cheek and wipe away the tears. But Jonathan did exactly that and he regretted nothing. He loved seeing Edward so broken and weak. He cherished the despair in his blueish eyes. Knowing that this proud and selfish man was so completely at his mercy – this thought alone sent pleasant shivers down Scarecrow’s spine. It made him feel alive.

Then, Edward called his name, he cried for Jon to help him. His hoarse voice and pitiful pleading were the only encouragements Crane needed. He played a role in Riddler’s little bad dream – that was flattery above all. Acting on an impulse, he leaned in even closer, his burlap mask just an inch away from Edward’s petrified face.

The man on the bed shut his eyes tight, a frightened gasp escaping his lips. And Scarecrow couldn’t help it, he found it too alluring. He let his eager hand travel Edward’s shaking body in an unexpected need for physical contact.

“Don’t be afraid,” he whispered into his patient’s ear, his words heavy with some dark desires, “be terrified, my dear. Enjoy your pretty nightmares.”

He let his body rest next to Edward’s, allowing himself to play with Riddler’s hair. His gaze wandered aimlessly through the little bedroom until an object on the nightstand caught his interest. The orange glow inside the syringe seemed to be calling for him with its fearsome glory. It was all too tempting to increase the dosage. He knew he shouldn’t… But perhaps…

“Perhaps we should have some more fun tonight?”

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pretty sure this is how he sat on that desk in S04E15..

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He is the worst... I love him >:(🖤🤍

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Ok. *Puts them in a corny, 90s anime romance scene in which Bruce helps Harvey come down from a rough dissociation/derealization episode by using sensory grounding.*

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Riddler sketches

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self portrait 🙏