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finzphoenix · 1 year
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A drawing of Conundrum and Edward vibing in his workshop, commissioned by @finniestoncrane! ^-^🖤🤍 I'm almost a little sad to let them go, as I greatly enjoyed the pleasant atmosphere created by their mere togetherness 😌
Character (c) @finniestoncrane
Edward Nigma (c) DC comics
Art (c) FinzPhoenix
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Eddie is such a nerd <33
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cvrnelians · 5 months
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my sweetest friend (one shot)
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dark!ed nygma x reader: And then one day, he got it. He finally got it. If he couldn’t earn admiration in the way he wanted, in the way he deserved, the most obvious course of action was to demand it. To take it. To steal it. By any means necessary.
warnings: stalking, kidnapping, violence, non-con themes. minors DNI.
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There is a threshold for pain. Chronic or acute, it doesn’t matter.
Everybody has their limits.
Ed knew this better than anyone. He was always made very aware of his limitations, for as long as he could remember. In spite of his intellect (and sometimes even because of it), he felt like an alien all his life. To understand people and to simultaneously be so disconnected from them was a confusing way to live. He was clever obviously, but too awkward to fully embody it, to carry that sharpness. Handsome in his own estimation, but not enough to distract from his quirks. Cheerful and friendly, but a massive pushover. A punching bag. A coward.
Pathetic.
Long before all of this, deep down he knew that he had to make some changes if he wanted to be happy. He had to stand up for himself.
But here was the kicker: it seemed like the more he tried to tap into his strengths, the more disdain people had for him. Now that he presented himself differently, viewed himself differently—now that he stopped underselling and underestimating himself, now that he embraced who he truly was—people seemed to despise him even more. But he wasn’t just an annoying little fly buzzing around in the periphery now. No. Not this Ed. Not anymore.
Now people saw him as more of a rattlesnake than a fly. The idea really did amuse him. So he robbed a few banks and made a couple of bomb threats. Big deal. If only all these moronic locals that saw him on the news knew what he was like before The Riddler started coming around. He supposed it was better this way, though. Being maligned felt a lot more empowering than being mistreated.
Not to mention, he had you now.
But he was also losing you. This was not unlike before, and yet it was also radically different. This situation with you...it was quite the conundrum. Confusing. Confounding.
Infuriating.
Before he kidnapped you, he had you in a different way. He had your friendship. He had your support. He had your love and attention. He had your adoration and affection, even if it was strictly platonic. But that was just it. Year after year, your relationship began as and would continue to remain platonic. He rolled his eyes at the thought, just as he’d done so many times before. Friends. You used to say it all the time.
“I’m so glad we’re friends, Eddie.”
Bittersweet was the most fitting word for it. A warm hug followed by a killer punch to the gut. Ed loved that you made it a point to include him in your life (and more importantly, that you showed interest in his). But he didn’t want to be your friend. He never wanted to be your friend. Still, you were there. He may not have had you in the way he truly wanted, but you genuinely cared about him. For a while, that was enough.
But again, everybody has their limits.
“I can be cracked. I can be made. I can be told. I can be played. What am I?” he mumbled to himself, fumbling around with the glow-in-the-dark rubik's cube you had gotten him for his birthday all those years ago. He could recall solving it in a matter of minutes back then, but now for whatever reason he was struggling to piece it together. This was also infuriating. He blamed it on his nerves. The past few days had been nothing if not nerve wracking. He turned to stare out the window, trying his best to quietly kill time as he waited for you to wake up. It was the one window in the house big enough for him to sit comfortably along the window seat. The others were way too small to accommodate his height. Rain pelted down against the windowpane in thick sheets, blurring the gloomy image of the city down below.
Ed wasn’t completely void of empathy. He understood why you were upset with him for not letting you go outside. But it was kind of funny, really. You weren’t missing out on much.
Well, that wasn’t technically true. It was Gotham. There was always some madness going on.
Nothing safe or enjoyable, though.
As the years dragged on, Ed’s resentment grew. “I must just have a punchable face,” he would say, given how he managed to alienate most everyone in his life. His strangeness became particularly evident when he got his first (and last) job working in forensics. His coworkers at the GCPD were about as fond of his riddles and sparkling personality as his classmates had been growing up. He couldn’t wrap his head around it. Was it really so hard to give credit where credit was due? Was it really that difficult to show a little appreciation to someone that proved to be so useful, to give somebody a bit of positive reinforcement or encouragement every once in a while? Was he really that unlikable?
And then one day, he got it. He finally got it.
If he couldn’t earn admiration in the way he wanted, in the way he deserved, the most obvious course of action was to demand it. To take it. To steal it. By any means necessary.
That resentment continued to grow, but not only towards his coworkers. As ashamed as he was to admit it, he also began to resent you. Yes, you. The only person who once upon a time, supplied him the steady stream of the validation he had been so desperately pining for.
His anger towards you was really pretty simple in its origins. You didn’t view him as an option romantically. You hadn’t even thought about it. He could see it. And in Ed's eyes, this was completely ridiculous.
It was just so illogical. He was clearly the best option for you. He was the option. Why wouldn’t he be irked by you for failing to recognize something so blatantly obvious? You were so much smarter than that.
But looking at you now—bruised and battered, tied up tight in his bed—he was becoming increasingly aware of the pain his faults and limitations had caused. Not only to him, but to others as well.
He still had you, but only in proximity. In possession. He didn't really have you. Not mentally, not emotionally. He didn’t have your heart anymore. Not even as a friend.
Although he promised himself he wouldn’t, he was beginning to slowly force his affection on you. Perhaps that was what kicked this all off in the first place. Tying you up and cuddling you, kissing you, playing with your hair, “accidentally” groping you. Admonishing you with the threat of withholding basic necessities if you ignored or upset him. Screaming at you, taunting you, slapping you in the face when you refused to say or do what he wanted. Just a few hours prior, he had done all of the above.
“You think I want to do this? You think I want to hurt you, that I’m some horrible monster?” he mocked, his voice cracking. He felt like he was jumping out of his skin, shaking from the adrenaline as he trapped you underneath him. As angry as he was, he still hated seeing you so distressed. "Distressed" was putting it pretty mildly, actually.
Petrified. You were petrified. And it made him sick to his stomach.
He had seen you upset dozens of times before, but it was an entirely new feeling knowing he had been the cause. Equal parts powerful and devastating. Was it sick that a tiny part of him liked that he could affect you emotionally on that level?
It made him a little afraid of himself.
“Please say it. Please say it. I don’t care if you cry while you say it, just say it!"
This had been a lie, of course. He did care when you cried, which you did an awful lot of lately. He cared very much. You never smiled at him anymore. Not once since he brought you home.
Not once.
He clamped his eyes shut, willing his mind to go blank, to shake the memory away like an etch-a-sketch. His own words echoed around in his head, punctuated by multiple slaps to your face.
“Just tell me you love me and I’ll stop. Tell me you love me and I’ll stop!”
He hit you six more times before he finally gave up and collapsed on top of you. There was a moment of silence as you both caught your breath. And then finally, finally you spoke.
But it wasn’t exactly what he wanted to hear.
Your voice was strained from crying so hard. “I trusted you.”
Ed realized he had lost a little piece of himself that night. He thought he already arrived there long ago, but he was wrong. He had finally, finally reached his threshold. Evidently, so had you.
You cried together. He wondered if the pit in his stomach would ever go away after that.
“A joke.”
"Jesus Christ!" Ed jumped and knocked his head against the wall, nearly dropping the rubik’s cube in the process. He turned to face you, all dark circles and glassy eyes. Your voice had come out just as raspy as it was the other night, only this time it was due to a deep and much needed sleep. “You startled me.”
“A joke,” you repeated.
His brow furrowed, confused.
“I can be cracked, I can…I don’t know,” you sighed. “Your riddle.”
His heart swelled. You were willing to indulge him, even after all of that?
So he did have you.
He smiled, an earnest, warm little smile. “Correct.”
Oh, how correct you were. A joke. The universe was playing a joke on him, and a very cruel one at that. You hated him, and yet some small part of you still loved him. Not to mention, you owed him. He had been single handedly taking care of you for weeks now. So what if you were tied up in his bed? What did that mean in the grand scheme of things, so long as you two were together?
“Well, sleepyhead,” he cleared his throat, trying his best to appear composed. He stood from his spot along the window seat and began slowly walking towards you, setting the rubik’s cube on the bedside table. “Are you ready to talk?”
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“The less of me you have, the more I am worth. Treat me with care, as I will you, and both of us will share our time on earth. What am I?”
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finniestoncrane · 1 year
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Appointment
Arkham!Riddler x Female!Reader, word count: 2k commission: thank you to @0-rosestorm-0 for requesting this one from the giveaway commissions 💚 i love the secretary fantasy so much commission me here! request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: fingering, kinda exhibitionism and risky stuff
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“Back again, Mister Nigma?”
Edward scowled at you across your desk, slumping down into the sofa against the wall across from you with a sigh.
“I really should be treated better than this. You’re all aware of who I am.”
“Very, unfortunately. But you have to wait like everyone else. Mister Cobblepot has other business to attend to.”
The standard Riddler attitude had managed to shake three of your predecessors from their job as Oswald’s secretary, but you found that you enjoyed his company. He was ridiculous, almost unbelievable, and he made a nice change from the comparatively humdrum criminals that usually sat in your waiting room. For one thing, he was able to hold an intelligent conversation, something you didn’t get to participate in a lot with Oswald’s usual clientele and business connections.
A shrill tone rang out, and you jumped, startled as though you had been caught thinking those flattering thoughts about the dishevelled man sitting across from you. It was just the phone on your desk though, and picking it up, you addressed the man on the other line.
“Mister Cobblepot, sir?”
Before you could process his movements, Edward had leapt from the seat, slamming his finger down quickly on the speaker button.
“I’m gonna be a few minutes longer, love. Tell that riddling prick he’ll have to wait a bit for me. Give him a cuppa, not the good stuff mind.”
“Y-yes, Mister Cobblepot.”
You placed the phone down on the receiver, quickly snapping your attention to Edward.
“That was very rude, Mister Nigma.”
“But very necessary. So how long will he be?”
“You heard as much as I did.”
“I don’t appreciate your tone, but fair point.” Edward thumbed through a few of the magazines that sat on the coffee table. “Do you have any reading material here that isn’t laden with opinion pieces from idiots with three braincells or copious amounts of swimsuit reviews?”
“We don’t really have a call for anything but that.”
He sighed, laying on his back across the sofa with his feet, dirt-clad boots worn on them, on the arm, dirtying the lilac crushed velvet.
“Put your feet down!”
“Make me.”
Tossing your head back, distraught that it was down to you to take on babysitting duties, you tried to think of something to distract him with.
“A riddle!”
“What?”
He turned to you with a confused look, finding you typing furiously at the computer as you frantically searched for something to tease him with, something that might stump him.
“Ok, Mister Nigma. I’ve got some riddles for you.”
“Really?”
“Yep! What gets wetter as it dries?”
His disappointed face met your gaze as you looked up from the screen.
“Really? You thought those meagre, toddler level conundrums were going to entertain me?”
“Ok, what about this one…  I speak without a mouth and hear without ears. I have no body, but I come alive with wind. What am I?”
“An echo. Next.”
“Yeah, these are pathetically easy, huh? I knew that one straight away.”
“Really?”
He raised an eyebrow, scoffing at the notion you might be intelligent enough to have figured the riddle out slightly quicker than he did.
“Let’s test that intelligence of yours then.”
Edward rattled off several riddles in quick succession, irritated at first when you were quick to solve them, threatening to have one of his short temper tantrums in the waiting room. But soon enough, he was marvelling at your intellect, taken by surprise at how easily you could almost match him. An impressive specimen, in more ways than one. He walked slowly over to the desk, perching himself on the edge awkwardly, leaning into you. “You’ll have to try a lot harder than that to match my wit and intelligence.”
You watched him, his gaze drifting over your body, lowering to the top of your blouse. He seemed completely incapable of being nonchalant about it. The leer was sleazy, but likely due to lack of practice, or the fact he was so unfamiliar with women. He was never usually this close to you, you wondered if he was ever this close to anyone on a regular basis. At the very least, he was finally distracted, and you found the attention oddly flattering. Most of the men who came through weren’t interested in you. The sexy secretary myth hadn’t reached them yet. You were part of the furniture. It was nice to be appreciated, even in these circumstances. And you enjoyed Edward’s company, finding him oddly endearing, and strangely handsome.
So you gave him a little more to look at, pressing your arms together, cleavage more visible as you let your fingers slip down the front of your shirt, drawing his gaze down as you surreptitiously undid a button. His mouth was open ever so slightly, breathing louder as he stared. With one finger under his chin, you lifted his eyes to meet yours. As you opened your mouth to speak, something teasing and flirtatious, he interrupted you.
“There’s a riddle I’m struggling with, actually.”
“Oh?”
“Why would someone like you…” his eyes fell again, taking you in, before he strained to bring them back up “… be working for someone like him, when you could be working for me?”
“Mister Nigma, do you really think we’d get much work done?”
“I suppose not.”
Giggling at his smirk, you tried to hide your blush. There wasn’t much use though, as you face flushed with the same heat that burned through your stomach and under your flesh, prickling at your burning arousal. This kind of teasing, the half-lidded stares and soft hums of laughter, was your weakness, and Edward Nigma exploited that expertly each time you were in his presence.
He placed his hand on your cheek, taking you by complete surprise as the playful back and forth became far more physical than you intended. You were pulled into a kiss, deep and intense, a surprisingly bold move from someone you had previously thought was either not inclined that way, or was too insecure to be faced with rejection from such a proposition.
Leaning into him, your lips clinging to his, you parted your lips, moaning as you wrapped your arms around his neck. With your fingertips brushing through his greasy hair, you tensed, tugging at them. In response, Edward made a soft groaning hum of approval. Taking his mouth from yours, he kissed down your neck, his hands finding your upper arms as he lifted you from your chair. Standing in front of him, he let his fingers drift to the hem of your skirt, lifting it up slowly as you breathed into his ear.
Falling backwards to the wall behind you, Edward crawled over the desk to join you. Pinning you to it, he shifted your shirt up, running his rough hands against your stomach, cupping under your breasts before sliding underneath your bra. Teasing at the nipple, rolling it between his calloused fingertips, saliva dripping from his lips over your skin. His free hand drifted down your abdomen, lifting up the front of your skirt.
Sinking lower, his hands rubbed the front of your panties, fingers spreading your lips apart through the fabric, soaked in your arousal. He dipped his thumb under the band, teasing them down, uncovering you before he pressed two fingers to your clit. Wet with your slick, he brought them to his mouth, sucking your taste from them before he pressed them back between your legs, stroking in small circles. His mouth on your shoulder still kissed, interspersed with gentle biting as he kept pulling at your nipple, gripping your breast, before moving his arm round your back to hold you close to him.
Just as you adjusted yourself to the sudden bout of passion that had overcome Edward, driving him to ravage you in the very public waiting room, with Oswald just beyond the door, you were shocked once more. Edward’s fingers slid inside you, deft in their movements as he spread them apart, stretching you as he pushed two of them deeper.
As you moaned, tugging at his shirt to bring him closer to you. With two fingers inside of you, he let his thumb find your clit, stroking over it, putting the exact right amount of pressure to the nub as he flitted over it, back and forth.
“Ed… Edward…”
It was over the minute you muttered his name, so quiet, but loud enough that he noticed.
“In your place of work? You’re delightfully filthy, I must admit. But I’d prefer we keep this formal.”
Confused by his words, you opened your eyes, catching his intense gaze.
“Mister Nigma, if you please.”
With a coy smile, you stroked his cheek, kissing his lips softly before you through your head back against the wall.
“Oh, Mister Nigma.”
“Indeed.”
Diving into your neck he bit the sensitive skin, licking at it, kissing it fervently, your skin soaked in his saliva as he devoured you. You could feel yourself, wet with your slick, his fingers covered in it as he thrust them between your legs.
Nothing mattered anymore, the risk, the exhibitionism. It was adding to the already monumental pleasure. You were dedicated to going through with this, whatever he wanted, and there was very little you imagined might be able to stop you.
The sudden ringing of the phone on your desk made you jump, a squeal emanating from your open mouth that made Edward giggle. He removed the hand that gripped your waist and picked up the handset, passing it to you with a self-satisfied grin.
“I can’t… you can’t… not when you’re doing…”
He shook the phone at you, smiling wide, wider when you took it from him.
“M-mister Cobblepot?”
Edward stifled a laugh as you mumbled over the words, slowly pressing his fingers against your insides as you tried to speak.
“Yes-sss, Suh-huh-ir.”
You held your hand over the receiver, panting as you spoke. Looking into Edward’s eyes, trying to ask him silently not to make this any more difficult. And he understood your request, but he had no intentions of doing anything to make this easier. He wanted to see you squirm.
“Mister Cobblepot’s ready to see you now, Mister Nigma… are you… ready to go in?”
Eddie smiled, his lips curling into a mischievous grin as he let his fingers trail over your body.
“I’m a bit busy here. We’re going to be a few minutes longer, love. Tell him to make his own tea and take a seat for a bit.”
Swallowing the lump in your throat, you uncovered the phone and tried to speak. Edward’s hands covered you, gripping at your ass and thighs, nipping at your skin as he tried, and succeeded in making you squeal as you spoke.
“Uh… Mister ah Cobblepot! Mister Nigma is hm uh, he’s… uh… occu-ah-pied.”
A few more mumbled words, almost gaining your composure as you tried to come up with an excuse, attempting to focus on what Oswald was saying. But your mouth formed little more than whines as Edward fell to his knees in front of you, pressing his face to your thighs before kissing up your thigh, higher and higher as your voice trembled. And as Edward slipped his tongue between your legs, you let the phone drop from your hand, clattering on the desk. Taking a quick glance at it when you could pry your attention away from how he looked with his nose buried in your cunt, you wondered if Oswald was going to come out of his office to see what happened, or to chastise you. You found that you really didn’t care if he did. In fact, secretly, you hoped that he might come out and see you, clenching around Edward Nigma’s fingers as you tugged at his hair. If he fired you, you could take up Edward’s offer. The idea of doing this every day was enticing, more than enough to make up for the lack of compensation.
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riddle-me-ri · 7 months
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Scenario: (any riddler you'd think would fit) Edward and his best friend/crush are sitting outside of restaurant for lunch. As they are talking about jobs, how life has changed since they last saw each other and so on. Edward gets the hiccups, causing Y/N to laugh every time he tries to talk until Y/N gets the hiccups too.
a/n: so I’m not gonna lie when I first read this scenario my mind went straight to Young Justice Riddler lol, it just reads him all over lmao sorry for the awkward ending…I wasn’t sure how to end it lmao
Trigger Warning: none
Word Count: 595
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Young Justice Riddler x Reader - A Date with the Hiccups
“There you are Eddie!” You quickly got up from your seat to greet your crus-friend. Your friend, Eddie.
Edward had reached out, surprisingly, in a text that he would like to catch up since he was out on parole. 
As much as you wanted to scold him for winding up in Belle Reve in the first place, but for now you can rejoice in seeing him. 
Edward almost passed out from the abrupt and overwhelming contact of your warm embrace. Your arms around his neck, your head nestled beside his. 
If death were to strike him he’d die a happy man. Although his heart kickstarted from hypothetical death when he panicked with what to do with his arms. Thankfully, you didn’t mind it when he settled for wrapping them up and around your back. 
“Uh…h-hey yourself!” Edward replied, hoping he didn’t sound as awkward as he felt. 
“It’s been awhile, huh?” I’m so glad you asked to meet up.” You slowly pulled yourself away and went back to your seat. You gestured for Ed to follow. 
“You know, you’re quite difficult to get a hold of.” You joked.
“Oh, uh…yeah…I know..I-I’m sorry…I-”
“Eddie…it’s okay! I was just messing with you…I understand why, but it does mean a lot that you reached out to me.” You said meaningfully with a sweet smile.
Whatever courage he felt that day to send that message. Edward hoped he could find it again to last through this dat-meeting…hang-out…visit.
“W-Well, I’m glad you agreed to come…I-I wasn’t sure you would.” He chuckled nervously.
“Of course, I would! And I did! Here-” You handed him a menu. “Now to enjoy ourselves!” 
Edward lifted up the tri-fold pamplet and sighed heavily behind it in relief. Then he allowed a goofy gap-toothed smile slip under the cover of the menu. 
After your food and drinks were ordered and arrived, Ed’s nerves had diminished some. 
Just some though, your cute smile and infectious laughs still catch him off guard. Especially when he realized that he’s the cause of them. 
In an attempt to not embarass himself, Edward took generous amounts of sips from his drink. 
“Anyways, enough about me…sorry, I didn’t mean to ramble Eddie. Have you been up to anything lately?” 
“Oh…uh…well…” he snatched his glass again and took more gulps. Noticing his drink is empty for the second time he chuckled nervously. 
All out of diversions. 
“Well, there is this new idea I want -hic-” Edward blinked in shock. He clamped his mouth shut for a moment and then tried to speak again. 
“I want to develop this-hic-” He brought his hand up to his mouth. 
“Uh…I’m…sor-hic-”
While Eddie was struggling with the hiccups. You were doing your best to not laugh out loud. 
“It’s okay…maybe you shouldn’t drink your beverage so fast…” You reached out to pat the back of his hand reasuringly.
Ed gasped at the contact which only caused him to hiccup right after. 
“Yeah…you-hic-have a point-hic-”
You couldn’t help but let a couple of chuckles out. He was just too damn cute for his own good. 
“Gosh-hic- I’m sorry-hic-...this is embarrassing-hic-”
Somehow through your giggles, you managed to get a few more words out. 
“It’s okay, Ed-hic-”
Your eyes widened. 
A beat of silence came over your table. Neither one of you is willing to talk first and endure more hiccups. 
You decide to take the hit. “Well,-hic-this is-hic-awkward.” 
Soon the two of you became a mess of chuckles and hiccups as you both tried to solve the conundrum that is your hiccups.
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rae-raewrites · 8 months
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Arkham x reader breading kink? 😈
Ooo wait this is also my kink…….ooo😳
Warning:nsfw minors DNI,breeding kink,praise kink,mentions of bondage,creampie
Arkham riddler breeding kink hc’s
It’s something that stems from his ego but also equally his need to have something of his own in the world
Of course he’s not going to act like some sloppy idiot about it,he’s a meticulous genius after all.
But let’s not get it twisted,he’s stopping work for a while to fill you up
Absolutely is on board with you basically wearing the bare minimum
I mean modesty is such a annoyance. He doesn’t need to be obstructed by such things as a bra or underwear,such garments is beneath you and him.
Foreplay is no joke, teasing and binding you up just to make sure he doesn’t have to worry about keeping you in position 
Getting you nice and slick and ready to take every single inch,it’s like the perfect riddle for him
How to get you just perfect for him
“By all means get comfortable,your gonna be here for quite some time my dear~”
Lot’s of praise when you actually take him inside you.
Of course most of it is coming from a place of worshipping his genius in some way
“Such a good little conundrum!……hmm so much to take though,I must say your performing above average.”
Expect to be left a mess in between thrusts,no job done halfway for him
His release is a thing of passion,pent up need and the desire to dominate wrapped up in a sticky flood.
Of course he’s very much on the table about making sure you keep every little droplet of his seed inside of you
Like to the point where you probably get a little nervous for him to pull out.
He’s a genius after all sweetness,every drop contains something incredibly valuable
But if a little drop does happen to be a bit rebellious he’s certainly going make sure it returns to its proper place~
That doesn’t mean he’s going treat your release like an afterthought,after all you’re doing him such a service, who is Mr nigma if but not a kinda man?
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ficstogo · 5 years
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It Takes Two to Tango
Pairing: The Riddler x Reader
Word Count: 1,753
Summary: Unprepared with what nine months would bring, you knew for sure that he didn’t want anything to do with it.
Warnings: Unplanned pregnancy, mentions of abortion
A/N: A request for @takedasangel Hope it’s good and to your standards.
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There you sat on the toilet, looking at the urine infested stick holding the answer to the burning question that was in your mind for weeks now. How could this box say that you were going to bring a “miracle” into this world with that disturbing pink line hurting your eyes. You don’t even like children! You never planned this, you never saw this in your future, especially not now and damn it, the guy who banged you, how the hell is ever going to be a father. You weren’t even suppose to be with the guy in the first place. Who in their right mind would? You obviously. You like him and you think he likes you and you can’t help yourself but get involved with him. Honestly, if anyone were to find out, they would most certainly send you to Arkham along with him.
Well, obviously you cant keep this from him and you’re not honestly afraid of telling him. You actually have the whole situation figured out in your mind as you sit there alone in your bathroom. You tell him, he tells you he can’t. He’ll tell you-you’re own and give you valid reasons as to why it can’t work out between the two of you. Besides the baby. Even if he wasn’t The Riddler, he would still be a narcissistic smart ass who’d be too busy on himself. Sometimes you wonder what it is that attracted yourself to him.
You drop the stick and place your head in your hands trying to steady your uneasy breathing. How could this possibly happen? You two have done it several times. For a man who’s always to focus on his puzzles and catching Batman, he seems to have a very active libido. Then again, maybe because of that, he barely gets the relief he needs. You stood up and stand in front of the dirty, water stained mirror, taking in your tired face. Just wait. Nine months and you’ll be popping out a mini you. You chuckled at this. Maybe if you tell him this, he might want to be a dad…maybe. You wash your hands and face with some cold water to make yourself more awake.
In your room, you opened your drawer and pulled out a cheap, small, black cell phone and went into the contacts to only see one number. He got it for you to keep in contact with him without anyone knowing that you’re connected to him. You sat on your bed and thought while staring at his number. Maybe you could abort it. You don’t have to tell him nothing and just get rid of it and pretend that nothing happened and go on with life as normal. But could you do it? Could you do it without telling him? Could you even try to get rid of it? You don’t know. You don’t know anything anymore.
The ringing wakes you up from your dream state, hoping that it goes straight to voicemail, giving you some reason to not tell him at all. It’s funny how you dread hearing his voice in this moment.
“Hello?”
“…Hey…”
“Are you alright? Usually, I’m the one who calls you.”
“I’m fine, I just…there’s something I gotta tell you.”
“Do you think it can wait? I’m onto something at the moment and I don’t want to lose my train of thought.”
“I can but I don’t want to.”
“Well, Y/N, I think it’s best if you-”
“I’m pregnant and it’s yours.”
“….”
“I already took all of the pregnancy tests from three different brands and they all came out positive.”
“I, uh, don’t-”
“Hey, I get it, you don’t want it. I just thought I’d let you know. I’ll see you on the news.” Then you hung up. There, it’s done and over with. You lay on your bed staring up at the ceiling with nothing going through you. You were overwhelmed but you refused to feel it, pretending that everything was going to be okay and that you would be fine. But the emotions that you refused to feel had drained to the point where you felt drowsy and fell asleep.
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It was in the late hours of the night when Edward stood in front of your apartment door, contemplating on whether or not he should knock and wake you up or use the key and enter with you in peace. He took the latter in this conundrum and entered your dark apartment slowly and quietly. After you called, it was hard for him to concentrate at all with any of his plans. At first, he thought that that was one problem out of the way. One, he wouldn’t care about some problematic fetus and two, you agreed to never bother him about this problem ever again. It was so easy! He would be on his own once more without any distractions. All his wants and urges would be out of his system and everything would go back to the way things were and yet, after all that, it kept coming into his mind like a parasitic insect of the complete opposite of what he wanted to think and because of that, it lead to the reason as to why he was in your apartment at this moment.
He entered the bedroom as to where the magic has happened for the longest period of time. Now that he thought about it, you were the longest relationship he ever had, even though it was never established between the both of you. The whole thing was a fling from the beginning and yet the both of you texted each other until the latest hours of the night, he’d come visit to unwind, you would take care of him when it wasn’t necessary and so on and so forth. It became more and he didn’t even notice. He’d hate to admit it but he prefers this type of lifestyle than the one where he was on his own and maybe he’d like to engage more with you.
Edward looked over at your still figure noticing that you didn’t have your sheets covering you up like you usually do and because of that, it lead his eyes over your stomach. Obviously, there was nothing there since you weren’t that far along but he couldn’t help but think that there might be a bump of a developing organism growing inside you. He walked over to your position and took a seat on your bed. Should he wake you up and tell you what’s been going through his mind after that call? Or should he take the more appropriate route and leave and either come back again or call in the morning. Well, he was here now, might as well get this over with.
He leaned down near your ear as he placed his hand on your shoulder and shook you gently while whispering your name to stir you awake. You woke to him hovering above with an obvious shocked look on your face as you didn’t expect him to be here at this hour or ever, actually. You sat up from your position and looked at his disheveled self, curious about his visit this late evening. “W-What are you doing here?”
“We need to talk.”
“What about? You could’ve called me in the morning, you know?” You said defensively. You didn’t want to talk. Everything was done and everything was talked about, what else could there possibly be?
“You know what Y/N. The child that’s growing inside you as we speak. There’s a lot of unfinished business that needs to be addressed.” He said in confidence as his voice usually is.
“Look, I already told you, you don’t to worry about a thing if this kid pops out of me, alright! I got it all handled” You said, already tired of the subject. You just wanted for him to leave and for you to go back to bed so you didn’t have to think about this whole thing anymore.
“If? Are you suggesting that you might get rid of it?” He was baffled at the idea. Although it was accidental and unexpected, he would’ve been sure that that thought would not have been one to have been implanted into your mind.
“It’s an option.” you countered. Who was he to judge you about something that is now common among society. It’s nothing as horrific as him kidnapping and killing people for his own selfish purposes. You never said anything about it to him nor did you judge him out loud about his “work”. It would only be fair if he did the same. “I don’t have time for it, you obviously won’t have time for it or want it either way. It’s better if just went away.”
“What makes you think I don’t want it?”
“What makes me think you do?”
That’s when the silenced kicked in between the both of you. You finally found a question that the great Riddler didn’t have an answer to. This only confirmed the ideas that you had when you found out earlier in the day.
“Y/N…This is a very difficult situation that we seemed to be placed in and obviously, we are both confused on what we want and what we want to do, but I do believe that we have to work this out together. We both got ourselves in this state and as the saying goes ‘It takes two to tango.’” He was right. You were being unfair about making his decision without actually letting him give in his input. “The idea of being a father is quite frightening, especially with my background, but it’s not something that I would immediately rule against.” Your ears perked up at what he had just said. You looked from your lap to his tired, aged face that held sincerity in his eyes. “Anyway, I am getting older and I might as well have someone take up my mantle when I’m no longer available.” You surprised him with an over emotional hug, knowing that this was his way of saying that he was going to stay with you and your child no matter what. He wrapped his arms around you, rubbing his hand up and down your back, doing his best to soothe you. Pulling away from him, your hands went to his face as you pulled him down for a peck on his lips and whispered to him “Stay the night.” to which he gladly complied.
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The Colossalcon 2018 Quest Log. (Con-quest part 2)
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I suppose I learned a few things in my second con as a freelance adventurer.
Sometimes a failed adventure makes for a better story than a successful adventure.
A party of adventurers is much more efficient than a solo adventurer.
You can survive at Colossalcon without a room if you know how to hide your camp.
Welcome to part 2 of my con-quest log. If you missed the first part, Con-questing is just another layer of activities I do at anime cons. Not only do I cosplay and larp out my D&D/Pathfinder ranger character, but actually take it a step further and attempt to do that thing freelance adventurers do. You know, try to obtain quests from random people, seek out treasures of forgotten lore, and explore the extra planar dungeon space I find myself trapped in with all these strange other people. This time however, I had to work around a few real world obstacles to continue my experience. Yes, aside from gas money, I was flat broke the entire con. I had obtained my con badge far in advance, my tax return was absurdly late, I quit my 48 hour a week (Minimum) job so I could hopefully find something part time in order to have time to work on projects, so I had barely any money at that point... You get the picture. Basically I parked far in the back of the building under the shade of a tree and camped out in the back seat the entire con. (Thus the unkempt appearance in several pics.) Resorting to emergency rations if needed, trying to ignore the night parties at the bungalows that were happening near by, all that stuff.
And if you’re wondering how the hell I was able to run around in all that medieval garb in the scorching summer heat, well…
I have way more heat tolerance than anyone raised in Ohio ever should have, and:
You should’a seen Darth Vader.
But compared to Ohayocon, I noticed something different about the people in Colossalcon. Like it’s a lot of the same people, but they’re much more open to playing along and interacting with this adventurer. I have a theory though. Gotta be that people are pent up in their homes all winter, so by the time Ohayocon rolls around, its much more like they have expectations of what they want their con to be. Hence, people are a little more stressed, and thus more reserved when it comes to interacting with freelance adventurers or other roleplayers. Where as Colossalcon? It’s a summer con. People just want to have fun. They relax, they go with the flow, and are less guarded. More likely to approach or even participate. Yes, I had several people join my party and quest with me at Colossalcon. That alone was kinda more rewarding.
Anyways, just found that interesting, because remember. I’ve been to all the Ohio conventions a thousand times, but when I experience them as a freelance adventurer, I get to see different sides to them.
So yeah. All that said, here is what I accomplished at Colossalcon 2018. This time, let’s start with the failed quests.
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Colossalcon 2018 Quest Log:
Failed Quests:
X | Bounty Hunt Storm Trooper X. (We had a swordsmen, a gunman, and a black mage. He had a party of 5, all armed with laser blasters. We lost.)
X | Find the Vault 101 Rock. (We found a Kingdom Hearts rock instead.)
X | Acquire a boyfriend for Jody.
X | Hug Monika. Just Monika. (Failed because none showed up at the photoshoot and I couldn’t abstain from hugging all the Sayuris while murmuring emotionally uplifting encouragements.)
X (Sorta) | Solve the Riddler’s Conundrums.
X | Count all the Deku scrubs. (At this point I was too bored of counting quests. They aren’t very fun to be honest.)
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Carry Over Quests:
- | Join a Death Note Mafia game.
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Completed quests:
O | Recruit a mage, a healer, a tank, a rogue, and an animal companion for the duration of two quests.
O | Infiltrate a photoshoot and try to convince everyone there you are a character from that series. (So apparently none of the final fantasy cosplayers have played FFXI.)
O | Save an NPC’s family from Shadow Link.
O | Find Sailor Pluto and say “Hi”.
O | Unionize the fellow adventurers
O | Find an oversized cosplay and take a picture with it.
O | Find out who pulled the fire alarm. (It was actually the Kalahari staff. They wanted to fix an AC unit, so they pulled it to get everyone out of the building. It was pulled a second time by accident when they went to reset it.)
O | Hold the Door for 10 minutes.
O | Acquire 10 hugs again.
O | Team up with the Saiyens.
O | Circumnavigate the entire exterior of the Kalahari building. (Twice).
O | Duel on the bridge.
O | Give a Kaiju a hug.
O | Objectively “Have a great con.”
O | Follow R2D2 around like a duckling.
O | Pat head and rub belly at the same time.
O | Find Amethyst and Garnet.
O | Find 2 Yugis in one place.
O | Start a game of Ninja
O | Find a cat, get a cat quest.
O | —Cat Quest: Find an assortment of Rainbow Monkeys and Snakes.
O | Show a party where to get food. Acquire a free meal. (I am still eternally grateful!)
O | Escort a party to the volleyball court.
O | Acquire Treasure for Santa.
O | Help Caden find friends.
O | Acquire Food for Security.
O | Escort another group to the volleyball court.
O | Acquire 3 Rathian Plates for the monster hunter lady.
O | Get picture taken with a badge checker in it.
O | Find an easter egg with a pet in it.
O | Duel 2B.
O | Fistbump Prompto.
O | Hug a Noctis.
O | Take a picture with Sexy-time Waluigi.
O | Loot a Dragon. (Yet again, I acquired whatever a Miss Kobayashi’s Dragon Maid” cosplayer was willing to lend me.)
O | Find a 1994 penny.
O | Count all the dogs at the con. (We estimated about 3 1/2)
O | Chidori a Naruto Character.
O | Hug someone while doing the dooglebob scream. (Awkward...)
O | Hug Laura Croft. (Guess she really wanted a hug. Dunno why she made it a quest.)
O | Give a piggy back ride from one end of the hall to the other. (And back.)
O | Help a tired fox locate her best friend.
O | Slap my adventuring Companion. (Quest acquired by his friend.)
O | Ask Ignis to make me a sandwich.
O | Ask Arden to murder me.
Join me next time, where I shall post the results of my con-questing at Matsuricon in Columbus Ohio. My next conquest this year will be at Colossalcon again. This time, preferably with money. And as like last time, here are some pictures of me questing that I was able to track down on facebook. Some correspond to the quests.
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Quest 15: Follow R2D2 around like a duckling while quacking.
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Quest 29: Get picture taken with a badge checker in it.
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Quest 30: Find an easter egg. (Found by our party black mage, as seen in the picture.)
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Quest 31: Duel 2B
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Quest 34: Sexytime Waluigi
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Your Riddlers are ✨️pure gold✨️, Ri! If you'll have time and will like the idea: small drabble about s/o comforting injured Arkham Riddler, he always looks so tired...
have a nice day and pls rest I beg
A/N: aww thank you so much sweet anon! Heeyyyy arkhamverse eddie lets gooo…only the second eddie I’m nervous about writing outside of headcanons hehe, I do wanna get better at him I do but god, there are just so many better writers for him hnngg
Trigger Warning: none, you call Ed an asshole but that's a given
Word Count: 712
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Arkhamverse Riddler x Reader - Hold Still
“Ow! Stop! I can do this by myself! As I’ve already told you, you ignorant, stubborn–” 
“Ed! Stop moving and it won’t hurt! I swear to God…HOLD STILL!” 
“You can’t tell ME, Edward Nygm-AH!” 
You pulled a tiny sliver of glass out from his arm, before raising an eyebrow at him with a small grin growing to the side of your face. 
Silently daring him to continue challenging you. 
He groaned, annoyed but said nothing. 
Of course, he stayed silent not nearly as long as he should. 
"I really don't need your help, I could've easily done this myself."
"I don't doubt it, Edward. It'd be foolish to question you…" You let the compliment sink in…
Before you reprimanded him. "However, it would've been equally foolish to let a man with only three hours of sleep for the past seventy-two hours operate on himself with an open glass cut in his arm."
The satisfied smile Ed had on his face soon morphed into a grimace, an agitated scowl. It didn't go without notice by you, the conundrum however, was the disdained look from you tricking him or the fact that you were right?
Which is something he'll never admit to, so you have to remind yourself of moments when he shows you're right instead. 
Moments such as these. When you blatantly reminded him that sleep was a necessity for human function, and he can’t come up with a compelling argument so you two stew in silence.
Edward refrained from moving anymore. Most likely just wanting to get this pseudo-operation over with. As you continued to carefully remove more glass shards, you occasionally glanced up and saw even beyond the bruises and grease…Edward's eyelids slowly getting heavy and adding onto the bags already piled under his eyes. 
“How much longer must I wait for you to finish something that would take me mere minutes?” 
“Just a little more, wouldn’t want you get in an infection.” You answered honestly, not even registering his passive aggressive side comments anymore. 
A beat more of silence that was only cut by the occassional tool hitting the table or the cracking of gauze tape. You gave the finished bandage a satisfied pat. 
“There you go…” You say softly, expecting him to immediately hop up and ignore your advice of taking it easy to let the scar heal. 
Yet, Edward didn’t move an inch. 
You looked up and tried not to gasp too loudly. 
Edward’s head was cocked back into the cushion of the worn leather lounge chair. His eyes finally being too heavy for him to hold any longer. You put your fingers towards his wrist, his breathing had actually leveled out. No longer was he huffing and puffing, constantly trying to catch his breath. 
He even began to slightly snore a little. You had to bite your lip to keep from laughing. 
You couldn’t help the soft smile that grew, as a weight was finally lifted off your shoulders. You could finally put off the argument of getting him to rest…at least for today. 
For all his egomania, his bravado, and constant need to put others down to rise himself up…for how much he hardened himself and put up his, what he presumed to be, an impenetrable fortress…
Edward looked incredibly soft and vulnerable in this restful state. 
Not wanting to disturb him, you slowly elevated yourself to your feet. You glanced around the room, as you set your sights on the green plaided throw strung on the sofa next to the chair. You snatched it and as lightly as you could draped it over the slumbering genius. 
Next, you tiptoed out of the makeshift living area into the kitchen. Perhaps when he woke up you could coax him into eating something before he took off back to his schemes never to be seen like a thief in the night (no offense Selina). 
You almost jumped out of your skin as a loud snore silenced through the once silent lair. You looked over your shoulder and rolled your eyes. 
Of course, even in his sleep he couldn’t be quiet…but at least he was sleeping. You wished the asshole would get some more rest now and again. Maybe he wouldn’t be such a grouch all the time…
Maybe.
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