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Arkhamverse Riddler twt links
CONTAINS: NSFW
SYNOPSIS: twt links of our favorite green gremlin
<when you called him Mr. Nigma, Sir.>
high heels kink, oral sex, PnV, fingering
<his favorite puzzle toy to play with >
fingering
Okay hear me out.. How would the Riddlers react to slowly realizing that they’re in love with someone?
a/n: asdghj these green beans will be in denial for A LONG TIME but there will be signs you can count on!
Riddlers Realizing They're in Love
~Impossible Dreaming~ (Arkham Knight! Riddler x Fem! Reader)
Just a short little ramble of a one shot starring the reader. I started playing Arkham Knight and let me tell you how badly I want to punch and/or kiss Riddler. He's annoying (affectionately) ~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~
The rain dripped down from the sky like it would never end. Gotham City had a week worth of rain and the streets hadn’t flooded yet from how much was pouring down from the sky. It was cold, below a few degrees of the normal temperature. It could start snowing if the weather allowed it to. Nine months had passed since the Arkham City incident. Joker was dead and so was Hugo Strange. You didn’t have the whole story, only bits and rumors here and there. You didn’t watch Vicki Vale or listen to Jack Ryder. Television was only for entertainment and the news bore you. It was always the same crimes, the same Batman, the same city. You didn’t care much for the troubles of Gotham, even if you had been previously a medic in Arkham City.
Then again, you didn’t care for much.
Except for him.
And the stray neighborhood cats you fed.
But mostly for the enigmatic man who called himself the Riddler. There was something about Edward you couldn’t quite place that you liked about him. You had met when you were still a medic and he had spared your life when he was taking hostages from the church. Apparently, he had read your file that he stole from Cross. He liked you too much to strap a bomb to your head and watch you walk around on a little track.
It was strange and puzzling. But wasn’t he always like that? It was in his name, his character. You had only met him once and Edward Nygma was living rent free in your head for the next nine months. You couldn’t forget those bright eyes filled with constant ideas on how to beat Batman, or Dork Knight, as he once mentioned it to you during the brief time you knew him at Arkham City. You had to admit, Edward proved to be a tough challenge for Batman. Who knew he’d go back and kidnap the same hostages Batman saved? It was almost genius, almost.
Edward had your attention. You barely knew the guy, but he had your attention.
And you were walking alongside him in the rain.
Nine months did indeed pass and he came to you looking for a place to crash at. Edward’s pride was bruised a little. He never thought he’d have to seek the help of someone he almost took hostage. Edward sought a haven in your tiny apartment.
His hand sought comfort in your own, his long fingers entwined with yours and his grip only a bit tight as if he was afraid you would disappear on him. No one on the streets, if there was anyone out and about at this hour, would question why you were holding hands with the Riddler, let alone walking with him.
He wanted to go out after dinner at your place. Edward had pent up energy from being cooped up in your apartment and the riddles scribbled on the walls and papers scattered everywhere was too much for you. He was antsy and dying to get out for a fresh breath of air.
“You don’t talk often, hmm?”
“I don’t. Why do you ask?” The Riddler cracked his signature smirk. It was sly, just like a fox. Edward, amused by your comment, moved a little closer. His hand never released yours.
“I ask because you barely speak a word with me, darling. I always thought I talked too much to the point you had to stop and listen. I figured you could never get a word put in a conversation between us, but I realized you choose to be silent,” he answered. “Or maybe I talk too much as I’ve said before?”
“You do. You’re like a parrot, you don’t know when to shut up,” you teased. “All you do is yap yap yap.” Edward feigned a look of mock pain, his lower lip curling. He placed his free hand over his chest.
“You wound me, darling, you really do. Here I thought you were the sweetest thing and you hurt my feelings by telling me I yap too much.” You laughed a little to hard. It was a beautiful sound Edward liked to hear. He knew how to make you giggle and smile.
The rain died down a little and so did your fit of giggles. Edward continued to hold your hand. The two of you turned the corner to the familiar street where you both lived. The entrance steps to your apartment were slippery wet. Edward’s grip tightened as you walked up first. It was almost like he was afraid you’d fall.
“Darling?” You turned around. Your hand was outstretched reaching for the handle of the door. It dropped back down to your side.
“Yeah? What is it, Ed?” you asked, tilting your head. For once you saw the Riddler struggle to speak. The words came out in short stutters. He was bright red, almost embarrassed. The anticipation wasn’t exactly there since Edward was fumbling with his words. You shut him up, pressing a finger against his lips and his blush darkened.
“Eddie, you need to know when to shut up,” you teased, smiling. You leaned in and pecked his cheek which only made Edward redder than a tomato. He was stunned for sure. “You really talk too much.”
For the second time in his life, the Riddler was left baffled. By a kiss no less.
Let it happen
Arkhamverse Edward Nygma X Platonic Reader
Edward values himself as a man with a plan, with an intricate thought process and a divine design... He's partial to primitive instinct but at the heat of the moment, he decided to let something happen without much of a thought.
Hope you don't mind but can ya write Arkham-verse Scarecrow & Riddler with S/O who was a former Arkham Security Guard before they fell for them and later joined them?
after this is posted i'm rewarding (actually punishing) myself by playing iron banner
Arkhamverse! Riddler & Scarecrow x reader
Warnings / Notes: uhhhhhhhhh captivity is briefly mentioned lol and riddler is a lil bitch
Arkhamverse rogues of your choice (whoever you want to practice writing for) overhearing about their rogue s/o being sent to Arkham after getting a particularly nasty beating from Batman. You can decide if the rogues themselves are also in Arkham or free and just hear it from some thugs
Arkhamverse!
a/n: Happy Valentine's Day! I know I sorta started these headcanons last year for my Valentine's event, but decided this year why not just go through each of the Rogues I write for a do headcanons for them? First up is the Riddlers!
Riddlers React to Reader Asking Them to be Their Valentine
How would the Riddlers react to his girlfriend asking to sit on his face?
a/n: bwahahaha omg this was great anon, I–GOD to be a fly on the wall for something like this lmao
Content Warning: highly suggestive, mentions of face-sitting, cunnilingus, but no explicit detailed descriptions.
The Riddlers Reacting to Girlfriend!Reader Asking to Sit on His Face