OH! I know! Any sort of fic with Narci and Old Man interacting, I really love roleplaying with them so far : 333 - beachgnome
There are multiple versions of Edward Nigma out there. Every time Narci looks in a mirror he's expecting his reflection to jump out and start a life of its own. He's no longer surprised when a stranger introduces themselves as Edward Nigma, there's always something different about each and every one of them and they range on a scale he's mentally dubbed as 'Swag to Arkham'. Their very natures vary wildly, but there's always something in them that's alike.
Old Man is interesting though. He's older than others, with more wisdom and experience in his eyes. There's a kindness within him but it's edged with a sharpness, a taste of a threat and danger inside of him that Narci is careful to edge around. They get along well enough, there's some reassuring words, advice that he'll take note of and maybe even try some day, but having someone who doesn't know his past is...well it's refreshing. He can have a fresh start, not that he's going to lie about his past but there's a huge difference between explaining something and having people watch you do it.
This could be a new start for him, a new relationship that he has a chance of not screwing up entirely. And when Old Man offers him to be his assistant, or technical advisor of sorts...well he's be a moron to say no. And he is not a moron.
It's been difficult. This whole coming back thing. Narci has spent moments where he'd want to claw the skin off of his own body, curl up on the ground and scream until answers came to him. He'd tug at his hair, bite at his own lip until there was blood dripping down his chin and he didn't have to deal with these thoughts. They tumble in on him whilst he's sleeping. Memories and thoughts of a life before that plague him until he's all but lost.
The knowledge of who he was, who he used to be, comes to him at night and keeps him awake. He knows it's not helping, he's lost inside of himself and God he just wants to wipe the slate clean and start again but he can't. His own mind taunts him, picks at him and pecks at him like a vulture at a corpse. He's lost in himself and sometimes it doesn't feel like there's anyway out of this feeling of turmoil.
His phone vibrates in his pocket, drawing him from the fog of his mind and letting him latch onto something real and alive. Sleep with me tonight? Puzzles never could voice anything that was even the slightest bit emotional. Narci understands that and doesn't say a word as he crawls beneath the covers, burying closer, feeling the warmth of another's body against his and drawing him out from the mist.
When Puzzles' head cushions itself on his chest, despite the extra weight, he feels as if he can breathe again. If only for the night.
Puzzles was an only child; and for good reason. The thought of his parents having another child made him shiver for many reasons but he supposed the one that was least condemning was the thought of the child also getting the abuse and neglect he'd suffered through. Another part of him just enjoyed the positive attention with no one else to share it with. Yes he was selfish but what did he care? Then he departed from his biological family and found a new one, well it could technically be said to be biological, if you looked at it from a certain point of view but it was more just a combination that worked.
It shouldn't have worked at all, they should have killed each other the second they laid eyes on the other holders of their name, but instead they were caught in a web of family that was hard to get detangled from. He'd never considered Narci to be too sentimental, he'd always been so abrupt about his emotions and feelings on the family, so his little discovery was rather interesting.
Picking up the clothes he'd lent his 'brother' something had fallen to the floor and when he inspected it properly he was almost touched by what he found. It was a picture. Well multiple pictures badly taped together to form one piece of paper, a mish mash of all of their faces, some of them smiling, clearly aware that they're being caught on film and others not even aware of it. He traced his finger over the images, noting that it was crumpled, folded, cracked in places as if it had been frequently hidden, then taken out again. Giving a small chuckle he pins it to the fridge door with a magnet.
Maybe he didn't mind being an only child sometimes, but it was nice to have the option to not be one sometimes.
Narci knows that sometimes he can have a short temper. He is fully aware that he snaps easily and gets frustrated when things do not go his way. So right now he’s not surprised how things have turned out for them both. Puzzles still has that smirk on his face, that damned smug grin that haunts him every time he thinks of the older riddler. It’s so annoying to still see it marring his face, bright white teeth flecked with blood from where he’s been hit so many times.
Tied to a chair, Puzzles’ tongue sneaks out, licking over his teeth and smearing the blood further as it drips from his top lip. Despite the bruises, the pain and his current position, Puzzles doesn’t look frightened of him in the least. That just makes Narci even angrier and more inclined to hit him harder.
“I can’t believe you!” He snarls, smacking Puzzles across the face and watching as he rocks in the chair he’s sitting in. His ‘guest’ isn’t tied to the chair but he’s bound whilst sitting on it, unable to wriggle free but still able to be moved without being unbound should Narci wish it. Right now he’s just burning, something inside of him aching and howling for more and for vengeance. “Today was my day to shine, my day to have the respect and acknowledgement that I deserve!”
Puzzles won’t stop grinning and that makes whatever is inside of him bubble up his throat even further. “Poor baby can’t cope with getting beaten by the big boys.”
It’s enough to make him punch him this time, catching him right in the eye hard enough to send Puzzles sprawling from the chair, caught on the floor on his chest and knees. Breathing heavily Narci can’t help the haze that seems to fall over his eyes, a red mist almost descends upon him as his body moves without his consent. His fingers work at Puzzles’ trousers, yanking them down, not caring that they strain and tear a little as his enemy merely chuckles. “I’ll show you how well I can beat you.”
Beneath him Puzzles wriggles against the floor as Narci unbuckles his own belt, one hand pinning down Puzzles for good measure. It’s wrong that this feels so right, to be taking as he wants, not standing down and just being a winner. For what it’s worth Puzzles actually seems a little excited, and Narci doesn’t know if that makes him feel better or angrier. Deciding not to dwell on such silly things as feelings, he grabs the lube and gets to work, not caring as Puzzles chuckles besides him.
The sound of his laughter is incentive enough and before Puzzles can catch his breath Narci has thrust in hard. That wipes the smirk off of Puzzles’ face, it sends him pressing into the floor, gasping a little at the suddenness of it all.
Narci can’t help but grin at the reaction, feeling empowered as Puzzles is lost for a moment. For that split second he feels like a victor, like he has championed his elder and truly gotten him back for the earlier slight. It’s nice to have the silence between them, no words, just noises of sex and ownership from him as Puzzles grunting beneath him. Then it’s all ruined quite suddenly.
“Is that the best you can do?” Puzzles has the audacity to snark at him, grinning over his shoulder back in Narci’s face.
And to his shame he bites the hook, digging nails into Puzzles’ hips, pressing his cock in harder, thrusting like an animal and even daring to lean down and bite at Puzzles’ clothing, like a dog in heat pinning a bitch. It’s pathetically unrestrained and he isn’t sure if he’s more aroused by losing control or frightened by it. He moves harder and harder, bucking and causing Puzzles to shift back and forth beneath him from the energy and force behind each thrust.
Soon enough Puzzles is moaning, whining like a whore and trying to shift his hips back for more. Narci can only huff as he begins to win, letting all the anger and annoyance from earlier seep out as he finds his body getting closer to the edge. “You bastard. I deserve this. I am better than you. You’re nothing but an annoyance, a pain in my ass, a big headed prick that thinks he’s better than me because of his age and experience. Well I’ve shown you. I can take you on and win. I am better than you.” He snarls as he finally comes, pressing himself in a little further and making sure that Puzzles can feel every pulse of his cock.
Beneath him Puzzles has the audacity to moan, acting as if he’s enjoying this and not just something for Narci to use as he pleases. He pulls out, using the edge of Puzzles’ jacket to wipe the remains of cum and lube from his cock as it softens. Finally Narci feels that he can relax in the other man’s presence, having won completely as he rests back on his hands.
The moment of contentment is broken by a dry chuckle from Puzzles as he rolls onto his side, come spattered over his own stomach as he faces the other riddler. “Not the best orgasm I’ve ever had, but what can you expect from a second rate riddler?”
Puzzles’ blood spatters across the floor with Narci’s next hit; mingling with the drops of come already there.
The smuttiest Riddler orgy. I want details, maximum touching and new Riddlers. –beachballotaku
Don't think this really needs much of an explanation. Do you really need a warning that there's smut under the cut? Filthy dirty, multiple pairings, multiple acts kind of smut.
When together like this they are allowed to give in to their base, animalistic and disgustingly human desires.
Puzzles can’t help but want to stay near Arkham, he finds it’s less repulsive to be pressed against his side than it is to be up against the others. Unfortunately, the others have the same idea and though they don’t speak of it, they’re having a mini competition between the lot of them to get more of his touches. Puzzles shifts closer, pressing up against Arkham’s back and pressing open mouthed kisses over his shoulder. It’s hot, sickly sweaty but he can handle it, especially when there’s the promise of more.
He hums in delight as he allows his fingers to trail over Arkham’s hips, dip down into the groove created by muscles and coast along the outskirts of the light dusting of hair he finds. Arkham seems appreciative and removes one hand from stroking Nash’s back to come around to run down Puzzles’ thigh.
Nash peeks up at Arkham’s distraction, stopping their kiss from where he is in Arkham’s lap and smiling to Puzzle’s over the older man’s shoulder. Puzzles can see the interest in his eyes, hooded by young lust and want as he enjoys the sensations they’re giving to him. It’s one of the few times he’s seen the younger riddler’s body without bruises, without signs of hate all over it as they all press together. Nash smiles and against the darkness of the room it seems brighter to him, fuller, more real. Their mouths meet over Arkham’s shoulder, kisses full and honest, meaning more to them than just lust.
Sighing through it he shifts closer, pressing his naked body against Arkham’s back and moving his free hand up to cup at Nash’s cheek. They kiss for a while, tongues dancing together as Puzzles’ takes the lead, not controlling but just steering the younger boy in the right direction. It’s intense and despite the movement behind himself, Puzzles doesn’t want to pull away.
As they finish their kiss, fingers come to play over his ribs, making him glance over his shoulder to see Swag grinning to him from ear to ear. It seems no matter how naked they all get, Swag always seems to need to wear that stupid medallion and his earrings. The metal is cold against his skin as they are pressed together. “What do you want?” He growls, irritated that his time with Nash has been cut into, giving the other boy time to go back to Arkham’s lips and kiss him innocently as ever.
Swag has been aggravating him as of late, even more so than usual. Their typical taunting and teasing has become slightly more venomous and there’s a lingering sense of unease whenever he speaks to the other man. The real shame of it was that Swag never seemed to feel the same, he seemed to enjoy their tousles and didn’t mind Puzzles’ constant need to win. It was never easy but sometimes Puzzles wondered if the other version of himself let him win, just to keep him happy. The fingers stroke up and down his ribs, not quite ticklish but not firm enough to be anything more, he doesn’t stop scowling as Swag smiles to him and presses his erection against his lower back. “Same thing we all want tonight. To relax.”
Before he can protest, or start a fight, Swag’s lips have latched onto the back of his neck, devilish tongue swirling in patterns and teeth nipping in a way that gives him goose bumps. Puzzles can’t help but shiver, a tiny moan working its way free of his lips, puffing out and dispersing onto the flushed skin of Arkham’s shoulder. It feels wonderful, even if it is the foul mouth of Swag latched onto his body. He allows it and instead tries to focus on winning back Arkham’s interest.
Turning back to the scene over Arkham’s shoulder he pauses when he finds more than just Nash there. The youngest is still seated in Arkham’s lap, but instead of being focussed on kissing, he’s instead turned towards the other show that’s happening. Narci and Yj are kissing but it’s not the kind of nice gentle kisses that are happening on the back of his neck or the kind he’s been experiencing with Nash, these are harsh kisses. Arkham chuckles in front of him and he watches as the two riddlers seem to fight rather than kiss.
It’s almost vicious and he can see that despite his more peaceful nature, Yj is giving all he’s got to it. Narci bites, teeth raking down Yj’s lips and latching on, causing his sparring partner to whimper a little in surprise. Gasps echo between them, fingers clutch in hair, tug and pull hard and try to steer the other into submitting but it’s an even match for a while. Swag’s grin becomes obvious against the back of his neck as Puzzles watches, trying to see who to bet on as the victor. Arkham’s chuckles become even more pronounced when there’s blood and soon enough Yj pulls back, fingers raised to his bleeding lip as Narci grins in victory.
Soon enough it becomes clear what they were fighting over, as Narci claims a spot besides Arkham but with easy access to Nash as well. He celebrates his success by leaning in to kiss the youngest of them, his tongue still stained a little with blood as they let their lips meet. Puzzles can only smirk as Yj looks defeated, sitting to the side, unsure and lonely as they continue kissing and touching in their pile. Of course it’s not long until swag takes his chance, abandoning Puzzles’ neck and going over to kiss and cheer up Yj from his quiet slump. Not that he cares, but Puzzles sees the smile on Yj’s lips and the way he moves more comfortably now that he’s with someone he knows and trusts.
Shifting back to his own motives now that Swag has left him to it, Puzzles lets his fingers move to Arkham’s hips, stroking over them as he latches back onto his neck. Each kiss is wonderful, letting him taste the saltiness of their sweat combined on his skin and he can hear the moans from Nash in Arkham’s lap as he’s kissed by Narci. It’s all coming together and soon enough he’s lost in the movement.
They’re clever men that all focus on the details, but when they’re like this it’s sometimes hard to keep up.
Sheets are cold against his back as he’s pushed down and suddenly Nash is on top of him, squirming his smaller body into his lap and giggling as he leans down to give him more kisses. Narci’s body is beside his own, hot flesh pressed against his side as Arkham moves between his legs. It’s so much easier not to think like this, with Narci’s legs being spread beside him so his thighs rest on top of his own, with Nash wriggling down his body in such a way that soon enough there’s warm breath ghosting over his hard cock, with the noises from beside him of Yj gasping as Swag slides down onto him and starts riding. It’s insane. It’s wrong It’s perfect.
He groans as Nash’s mouth moves onto his cock, his innocent tongue lapping at the head and making Puzzles want to buck up further. Letting his head roll back against the sheets he can only pant in pleasure as somehow the youngest one amongst them reduces him to a quivering mess. He can see Swag and Yj upside down, they’re moving together perfectly, Swag’s body writhing wildly, Yj moaning loudly and God he’s ashamed to say it looks delicious.
Besides him Narci makes noises that he’d only heard in porn films, stretching out languidly as Arkham fucks him hard. He can tell it’s hard due to the wince in the corner of his mouth, the way he bites his lip and moans so languidly as he’d jolted back and forth on the sheets. Glancing down Puzzles can see Arkham’s face, the way he’s grinning as he fucks him so brutally, glasses slipped down to the end of his nose and steamed up from his exertions. Puzzles gasps as Nash works harder, takes him a bit deeper and somehow still manages to giggle around him cock.
It causes him to end up whining, the pleasure is very intense, more than he’s had in a long time and he’s ashamed to say that he doesn’t feel like he’s going to last long at all. Nash works him well, a small hand coming up to stroke at his shaft as he sucks on the head, dainty tongue working at the right spots and making him shudder. Puzzles feels his body tense, panting loudly he glances down to the younger man’s head, threading his fingers in his hair and gasping out a warning before he finally comes.
The orgasm rocks through him, causing him to mewl pathetically and gasp as Nash swallows around his sensitive cock. He pants for a moment against the sheets, the world fuzzy to his eyes and static to his ears as everyone continues to move around him as if his mind hasn’t just been blown. Of course it fades soon enough and Nash wriggles back up to his lap for attention a grin on his face as he licks his lips. “My turn?”
He nods, sliding still trembling fingers to Nash’s hips, tugging him nearer, ignoring Narci’s warm, damp breath on the side of his neck and sitting up enough to be of service. “Yeah, your turn.” Nash smiles, his hips rocking forward easily into Puzzles’ grip, his youthful body almost bouncing in excitement as he eagerly watches over the other riddlers.
Puzzles joins him in watching as he strokes the younger riddler’s cock, his fingers slipping on precum as they tug and stroke him towards completion. In his post orgasm haze it’s all very strange but still overwhelming to watch them all.
Arkham is like a man possessed, ploughing into Narci hard and fast, grunting loudly like an animal. Puzzles watches as he grits his teeth, growling, snarling and biting down hard on Narci’s shoulder as he comes hard inside of him. Narci wails in appreciation, his own hand fisting his cock furiously until he himself is coming, covering his fingers and stomach in copious amounts of cum. They slump together besides Puzzles, Narci’s breath even harder on his neck now. Arkham’s chuckles are louder than ever.
Looking over to Swag and Yj, Puzzles can see how well they know each other, how this definitely isn’t their first time. Swag moves with a grace that he hasn’t seen in the other man before, lifting himself with ease off of Yj’s cock before sliding back down easily. He moans loudly, and despite the free porn happening before his eyes, Puzzles can really only focus on how Yj and Swag’s finger are entwined together. Swag uses their linked hands as leverage, to press himself closer, harder, faster as Yj cants his hips upwards. There’s a knowledge between them, the way they just know what each other needs. When Yj bites his lip and Swag moves faster, or when Swag twitches and Yj angles his hips just so, when Swag leans down to kiss Yj hard but lovingly as they both come. It’s intense and strange to think they could be so well known to each other.
Nash squirms in his lap, sharp teeth latch onto his shoulder and slim hips buck in want. Nodding to himself Puzzles is brought back to the task at hand and finds himself getting some help from the other riddlers. He continues stroking Nash’s cock, Arkham latching his own devilishly dangerous teeth onto Nash’s neck and Narci finds a way to sneak his hands up to pinch at Nash’s nipples. Swag and Yj shift closer but don’t touch, simply watching and kissing occasionally as the show get interesting.
It seems to be too much for poor young Nash and soon he’s overwhelmed by the sensation and coming with a hitch of breath and a low moan. Puzzles can only smirk as his fingers are coated with cum, as Arkham chuckles yet again and Narci snickers in the dimly lit room. Nash pants in his lap before laughing, high and youthful as his mouth slams into Puzzles’ own for a badly aimed kiss. He smiles into it, wrapping his arms around Nash and pulling him back down to the sheets, rolling them in such as way that soon enough al six of them are lounging on the bed.
Clammy hot, sweat soaked skin presses against his own, the sheets cling to him and Nash nuzzles into his side with warm breath ghosting over his body. Yj and Swag are whispering to each other, kissing, giggling like school girls and sometimes tickling and petting at each other’s bodies. Narci is simply purring like an overgrown cat, stretching luxuriously across everyone and not caring if he kicks or knocks anyone. Arkham has produced a cigarette from somewhere and was proceeding to light it, puffs of smoke tainting the air as he continued to make that bloody chuckle.
Puzzles leans back, closes his eyes and lets the sounds rush over him, the presence of all of them so close and known to him. It’s wrong. It’s dirty. It’s insane. It’s really not healthy. But more to the point, it’s perfect.
can we see Puzzles/Nash/Narci being brothers? Cause these three are hilarious. – wheaties13
“This is all your fault.” Narci coughs, trying to kick enough to keep them afloat and alive as water splashes into their faces. Nash is shivering already, hair in his eyes and his too big sweater weighing him down as he slumps on Puzzles’ shoulders. “You’re the one who wanted to see if Killer Croc wanted to make a deal.”
“My fault? You’re the one who told him the sewers were a disgusting place to live!” Puzzles pinches him hard with one hand and then splashes water in his face, jostling Nash as they bob through the murky water. Narci splashes back, coughing and spluttering as the two of them try to treat water and hit each other in the same few inches of space.
Nash kicks at Puzzles’ back, kneeing him hard before reaching out to pull on Narci’s hair, making them both stop fighting for a moment to glare at him. “Guys! Knock it off!” The youngest coughs again, face pulled into a grimace of discomfort and worry as the three of them float away from Gotham. “We can fight later, right now we need to get out of here.”
Reluctantly Puzzles nods, Narci following suit as they begin working together to try and fight against the current, slowly but surely dragging themselves close enough to the edge of the river to get out. As the three of them lay on the sodden grass, coughing, spluttering and shivering with the cold Narci decides that this is not the way to bond with his other selves.
“Oh hey, sorry to wake you I was just wondering um…could I sleep with you tonight?” Narci reaches his hand up to run through his hair, trying to slick it back off his face from where it was sleep ruffled. Yj stretches in the bed nodding easily, abandoning his cuddle pillow and rolling over so he’s facing the open side of the double mattress. “Thanks.” As quickly as he can he gets in, curling up as he usually does and smiling to his other self. “I just couldn’t sleep in there by myself, strange places make me all nervous and then I start thinking of scary movies I’ve seen and wondering when the ghost monster is going to come out of the attic and grab me and drag me from my bed and-“
He’s cut off by Yj’s sleepy mouth fastening over his, kissing him sloppily with his eyes still closed in tiredness. Narci can feel himself flush as he’s brought in closer, Yj manoeuvring his body until they’re spooning with him on the inside. Yj stretches again before settling himself along his back, nuzzling closer and breathing heavily onto his neck as his semi hard cock rests on the top of Narci’s rear through their underwear. “Shh, no talking, only sleeping.” Narci nods, not daring to move lest Yj think he’s trying to get him fully erect. He knows it’s just a natural bodily reaction, he gets them in his sleep as well, every man does. He’s just never had to sleep with one at his back before that’s all.
Yj rests his lips on the back of his neck, almost in a whisper of a kiss as he begins breathing heavily, the arm flopped over Narci’s hip becoming dead weight as sleep takes hold of him again. Narci carefully tries to relax, closing his eyes and making sure his feet are securely tucked under the comforter. Nothing is going to get him in here, that’s for sure. Except maybe Yj, but he thinks he could probably handle that.
(( :C <3 Well if a prompt helps you then a prompt it is: Maybe some Riddler fluff between Detective and Narci? Motherly feelings and Narci being insecure or something )) – professorjervistetch
A firm yet gentle hand is placed on his thigh, patting there softly to reassure him as his older self speaks. Narci keeps his head down but he can hear the chuckle and smile in Detective’s voice. “He’s a difficult one that’s for sure. But I am positive that he does not dislike you, otherwise he would simply not speak to you.” Detective taps his teaspoon on the side of the fine china, gaining back a few drops of tea from the metal he’s used to stir the beverage. “I think he cares for you in his own way, he just does not respect you yet. That’s where the problem lies. Get his respect and he’ll be a lot more accommodating.”
Narci nods to himself, sipping at the tea in thought. How exactly does one gain respect from someone so…bristly? He’s a Riddler he can surely work this out. Beside him Detective pats his thigh again before taking a sip from his own cup, a small smirk at the corner of his lips as he sets down the china and leans in. He’s used to the friendly contact by now so Narci doesn’t flinch as he used to. A soft kiss is pressed beneath his ear. The tea cup jerks in his hand, splashing hot tea over his fingers when he hears the older man’s idea.
