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i-smoke-chapstick · 1 month

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‘WILDFLOWER AND BARLEY,

-GOTHAM!EDWARD NYGMA X READER-

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; Sometimes you don’t think you deserve him….other times, you think it’s for the best that you stay.

⋆ tags/warnings. GOTHAM!riddler x female reader. SMUT AND ANGST!! reader is toxic, but eddie is too, so its ok. eddy being vanilla but also strangely dominant. guys this fic is FILTHY. also,, part 3 to gotham characters eating you out. takes place with like season 2 eddy, post kringle. Did i write a fic inspired by a Hozier song that isn’t even released yet? yes. readers taking advantage of eddy. but also, eddy is more than willing to give. kind of a character study. im so sorry if i made reader too mean ive had this idea for a week😭

fic requested by @clementine-writes-things <3

♫ “My coffee black in my bed at 3 / You’re too sweet for me. You’re too sweet for me.” Wildflower and Barley by Hozier

You’d fucked up, majorly.

God, what were you thinking?

Edward Nygma, the quirky forensics guy. The loon, as your fellow officers eloquently put it. And you didn’t necessarily disagree. He was certainly a peculiar fellow. He had always a thing for…what was her name? Kristen Kringle. That was it. You’d been working with him for years, watching him moon after her. You could…understand the appeal, you guessed. She had a sexy sixties librarian type of thing going for her. She kept to herself. Maybe you should’ve done the same. She’d dissapeared a few weeks ago.

You somehow landed yourself in the bed of Edward Nygma. You’d been hooking up…For the past two weeks in a row. No judgement, yeah?

It started as a joke. You and the other officers, chatting with beers and obnoxious comments towards the other tools in the GCPD. Jim Gordon…Harvey Bullock. The way the men couldn’t seem to keep their mouthes shut, especially Jim.

Well, you’d gotten plenty tipsy, staying after work. You pummled those beers back like it was your last night alive. And hell, living in gotham? As an officer? It very well could be.

They were all drunk and laughing out of their minds. Anything anyone said seemed overly funny. Especially when one of your fellow cops brought up the name, “Nygma” like the name was it’s own disease.

“You think Y/N could sleep with him?”

“Yeah, Y/N, go fuck the loon. I wonder what it’s like.”

“You think he says riddles when hes cumming?”

“Whats long, hard, and has ‘cum’ in the middle?”

The numerous voices of your “friends” rung out, and in the moment, drunk out if your mind, you too thought it was the funniest thing in the world.

“I could do it.” You affirmed, alcohol giving you the liquid courage you wouldn’t typically have. After the “oooooo”ing from some of your coworkers, you decided, fuck it. Edward was tall, had nice cheekbones, and was smart. You could do worse than a one night stand.

So you confidently marched into that forensics room, high on the dare the other cops had given you.

You found him, looking into one of the forensics mirrors. He was muttering to himself and you snorted. Weirdo. Oh well.

He pushed up his glasses when you two made eye contact. He was sweating, for some reason, in that lanky labcoat and rubber-gloved hands. He stood up straight and went rigid when he saw you.

“Ms. L/N-“ He was about to question, when you rammed your lips onto his. You remember it like yesterday- how hesitant he was. The way he parted for air, breathing wildly at you. He kept trying to ask questions the whole time you were eagerly undressing him. But he didn’t seem to mind your fowardness.

Well, just your luck, that one night stand was the best fuck of your life. The way his cock fitted perfectly into your body, like it was made for your cunt alone. You two fucked on the forensics cabinets, your coworkers in the next room over, and it was exhilarating. Especially when the usually reserved Ed got unusually rough, pulling your hair and smacking your ass just right.

By the time you two were done…you were fucked out of your mind. Pleasantly surprised.

Since then, you hadn’t been able to get away. You told the cops it was vanilla, and reveled in their dismay. But…you came back for seconds. And then thirds. And then fourths. And then you couldn’t remember the last time you woke up in your own bed.

And just as if you were Kristen…he started following you. Your coworkers snickered. You’d see homemade cupcakes left on your desk. You’d catch him staring at you from the other side of the precint. You writhed under his gaze. For a man with not much expirence, he was obnoxiously good at sex. And he was even more obnoxiously good at not understanding the meaning of coworkers with benefits, and not a relationship.

But…mornings like these? You can’t complain.

Taking yourself back to the present, you awoke in his bed. The sunlight of the open windows bled through your eyelids, and you felt yourself smack your lips. You blinked yourself awake, same as you always did. You shifted underneath the covers, which had been neatly adjusted over you. It was infuriatingly comfortable. You let a yawn escape your lips.

“Ah, good! You’re awake!” You heard his voice chime, far off in the kitchen. You looked up, seeing his tall frame. He stared at you adoringly, and you felt your heart pang.

He carried a tray of coffee and breakfast. You sat up. It was the usual morning routine. He made the most exquisite breakfasts for you.

“A necessity to some, a treasure to many. I’m best enjoyed among pleasant company. Some like me hot, some like me cold. Some prefer me mild, others prefer me bold. What am I?” He spoke the riddle quickly.

You blinked at him, tired. You shrugged nonchalantly.

He made his way over to you, swiftly and delicatley placing the tray in your lap.

“Coffee.” He looked a bit dissapointed at your lack of answer, but brightened back up instantly. “Almost black, not quite. 1 Sugar. No cream. Just how you like it.” He noted, and it was in this moment, you felt the weight of your actions. He’d memorized everything about you. Whatever records you liked, he’d play softly. He’d learned your favorite flavor cupcake, and how you took your coffee. Gods, he’d even bought the brand of toothpaste you had at your house, so it was familiar brushing your teeth in the morning.

You squinted, adjusting yourself to the sunlight of the room. Golden. You felt the weight of the tray, and met his gaze. God, it was intense. The way his big, puppy dog like eyes harrowed in on you. Like you were the world.

He was practically wagging his tail, watching you take a slow sip of coffee. He wanted praise, as though perfected it, finally.

He was too sweet for you. You didn’t deserve any of this. But selfishly…you couldn’t resist.

You gave him a small nod in approval, letting the liquid glide down your throat. Damn it, The coffee was perfect.

He positioned himself next to you on the bed, sitting, legs crossed. He looked at you almost creepily, eyes never leaving as you finished your breakfast and coffee. You didn’t say a word to him, but you did listen to him ramble quite a bit. Every now and then he’d ask a casual question, and you’d stay silent, or give him a one worded answer. You’d see his smile falter, but he’d continue.

When you were done, he’d grab the tray from your hands. You let him do the work for you. You liked his bed. He came back, eyes big and bright. He sat once more, looking at you expectantly. You furrowed your brows.

“…What?”

He shrugged, giving a slightly nervous, manic giggle. You cringed a bit, but faltered when you felt his fingertips glide across your thigh.

Oh. Thats what.

“…We have work in an hour.” You replied. The mantra played in your head. You don’t deserve this. You don’t deserve him. You felt guilty.

“I’ll be quick.” He affirmed, peeling the covers back. Oh, fuck it. Who were you to deny him?

He didn’t lie, he was fast. The covers exposed your skin, still undressed from the previous night. You felt the cool air on your thighs and pussy, and couldn’t help it. You caved.

In an instant, he was worshipping your legs, working his way up. He kept eye contact with you, laying gentle bites and pecks into the plush of your skin.

He kissed his way up, tonguing the bite marks he left in his wake. You shivered when his lips hovered over your pussy. He wasted no time. No, he didn’t tease you, he needed to please you as quickly as he could. It was a need for him.

His tongue came into contact with your pussy lips, and you shivered. Instinctivley, you threaded your hands through his morning messy hair, and shoved his face into you. He reciprocated instantly, wanting nothing more than to make you feel good. He licked up and down, tongue flicking gently on your cute little pearl of a clit.

He circles it and taps it with his tongue, saliva dripping and mixing with your juices. His movements are quick and calculated, and he indulges you, body and soul. He hums in pleasure when you arch your back up into him uncontrollably. It’s almost uncharacteristic- the way he switches from being so soft and gentle, to practically making out with your pussy. You feel his fingers dig into your thighs, like he’s a whole different person when he’s mouth fucking you.

Your moaning and shaking, saying his name over and over. Somehow, your getting off to this. To the idea you don’t deserve him. That he’s such a nicer, better, smarter person than you. And although he doesn’t vocalize it, you wonder if he strangely shares the sentiment.

It’s almost like he knows. Like he’s self-aware- of all your selfish thoughts. Like this, him eating you out, him on his knees for you, making you breakfast in bed- is some sort of revenge.

He knows what he’s doing. He’s making you feel awful, guilty for your mistreatment of him- by giving you more and more of him. And you find yourself cumming in his mouth at the thought.

He greedily laps at your swollen clit, overstimulating you. You let out a loud yelp, and he keeps going, only for a few more seconds.

It’s weird. He’s weird. But as you sober up from your orgasm, shaking underneath him, you brush those strange thoughts from your head.

You look into his gentle eyes again, watching him ramble off apologies. You two will most definitely be late to work. You scold yourself. Why would you think such an odd thing? No, he’s a complete sweetheart. Not a degrading bone in his body. You think.

Yet…you still feel the bruises forming on your thighs. And the burning guilt of using him.

You left his aparment in a hurry, driving yourself insane. You seem to convice yourself it was a weird orgasm thought, maybe you’re more kinky than you thought; for some pseudo pyschological self degradtion.

You go to the precint, just as you do every other day. The work is effectively still just as boring and your peers are still just as insufferable.

You’re given a few files by some mysoginistic cop you haven’t aquainted yourself with, who obviously assumed you were the new record keeper. You snort, but decide to take it. You browse over the files, snooping. They are forensic files, and your heart drops. Ah. You’ll have to give these to him.

You enter the forensic room without knocking- at least, you’re about to. But you hear him mumbling to himself, and decide to listen in for a moment. Curiosity getting the best of you.

“You’re too good to her.” You hear him argue with…himself? “You need to show her whose in charge.”

“I am!” He retaliates to his own voice.

“By making her coffee?” He snarls, and your brows furrow. He smashes a file cabinet closed loudly. You jump.

“Yes!” Ed’s voice growls out, fed up. “If you were smart enough to understand-“ He begins, and you’ve heard enough. You enter the room.

Ed looks at you bewildered, and you look at the same. He’s sweating, and his hair is in dissaray. You two make eyecontact and you grimace. What the hell?

You hardly register what he was actually saying, and more that he was having a seemingly very heated conversation with himself. You watch him fumble with his glasses.

“…Ed?” You question, and he snaps.

“What are you doing here?” His voice is quick and sharp. Thats uncharacteristic. You wince.

“Uh, files.” You nod to the papers in your hands, and he blinks, standing up straight. He clears his throat.

“Right.” He recovers, quickly. You narrow your eyes at him, and hum, giving them to him. He’s about to speak, but you rush yourself out of the room, heart pounding.

He is weird. He is a freak. You chime. Your coworkers have been right.

Any shred of pity you had for him has dwindled significantly, and you mull it over in your mind.

Maybe you do deserve eachother, You think. You’re the best he’s going to get.

#x reader #gotham #gotham x reader #batman #batman rogues #batman x reader #gotham villains x reader #batman rouges gallery #dc comics #gotham edward #gotham edward nygma #edward nygma gotham #edward nygma x reader #edward nygma #edward nygma x reader smut #the riddler gotham #the riddler smut #the riddler #the riddler x reader

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two-heads-and-all-that · 8 months

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i hate them both btw. sooo much

#edward nygma gotham #oswald cobblepot gotham #nygmobblepot

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robertlutecee · 9 months

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Robertlutecee's Blorbos of 2022 ↺ In reverse Chronological Order ↳ Edward Nygma/The Riddler ♦ Gotham

#Edward Nygma #The Riddler #Gotham #DC #Edward Nygma Gotham #dcmultiverse #.mine #The way this guy rewired my brain I swear #I started buying green stuff left and right #(I was sooo happy with the colors then I looked at it on mobile and it was all f***** 🫠🫠🫠)#Oh well ☆ﾟ°˖* ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ *loud upbeat jingle that hides my anguished screams*#Gothamedit

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sucky-username · 2 months

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Martín and the Other World

Art for Chapter 4 - Puzzle Pieces

I swear Ed's legs get longer every time I draw him.

Click the link to read the chapter!

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tedlebred · 6 months

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oloote · 28 days

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Edward furrygma

Uhhhh I discussed with a friend about what animal Edward would be like, what his fursona would be and he suggested that a fox suited him so ...

Btw hello Gotham fandom! (I'm oswald cobblepot/j)

#edward nygma #the riddler #gotham #gotham fox #furry #furry art #artists on tumblr #digital art #edward nygma gotham #the riddler gotham #gotham fanart #cory michael smith #the riddler fanart #edward nygma fanart

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unitedstatesofsimp · 6 days

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Gotham fox ended when Oswald became mayor and him and Edward lived happily ever after.

#edward nygma #oswald cobblepot #gotham 2014 #edward nygma gotham #gotham oswald #the voices #let me be delusional #my heart can’t take it #lock me in a padded cell

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joyfullowcarbthesimssuitcase · 2 months

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Wtf a new hyperfixation? Who would have guessed it this month it's this green bitch

#edward nygma gotham #edward nygma #gotham #hyper fixation #cory michael smith #Gotham TV show #my hyperfixation #The Riddler #Gotham The Riddler

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mythicalcowboyatheart · 4 months

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Hi! Can you do I oneshot of Edward nygma (from Gotham) with a f! or gn!reader that is literally so in love with him. Like full on heart eyes whenever they see him, kicking their legs, giggling. Bonus if they're just as awkward as he is.

Thank you 🤭🐿

Pretty handsome awkward

An: this is such a cute idea I hope you like it and also sorry it took me forever to write

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Edward Nygma was Known for his unmatched intelligence and puzzling mind, Edward was often misunderstood by those around him. He spent his days working as a forensic scientist at the Gotham City Police Department, where he solved crimes with his exceptional deductive skills.

One day, Edward's path crossed with a shy and awkward individual named YN. YN was a quiet and introverted person, often finding solace in books and puzzles. They had always felt like an outsider, struggling to connect with others due to their social anxiety.

It was during a crime scene investigation that Edward first noticed YN. They were standing in the corner, observing the chaos with a curious yet nervous expression. Edward's inquisitive mind was immediately intrigued by this enigmatic presence. He couldn't help but be drawn to YN's unique aura.

As days turned into weeks, Edward found himself seeking out YN's company more and more. He would strike up conversations, asking about their interests and opinions. YN, although initially hesitant, soon discovered that Edward's eccentricity was not a barrier but rather a bridge to understanding.

Edward, with his quick wit and vast knowledge, began to help YN overcome their shyness. He introduced them to riddles and puzzles, encouraging them to think outside the box and embrace their own intelligence. YN found solace in these mind games, as they provided a safe space for self-expression.

As their friendship blossomed, Edward realized that his feelings for YN were growing deeper. He admired their gentle nature, their ability to see beauty in the simplest of things, and their unwavering loyalty. YN, on the other hand, found comfort in Edward's quirkiness and the way he made them feel seen and understood.

One evening, as they sat on a rooftop overlooking the city, Edward mustered the courage to confess his feelings. He stumbled over his words, his usually sharp mind clouded by nervousness. YN, surprised yet touched, listened intently.

"I know I'm not the easiest person to understand," Edward began, his voice filled with vulnerability. "But you, YN, you see me for who I truly am. You accept my quirks and embrace my mind. And I... I have fallen in love with you."

YN's heart skipped a beat, their own feelings for Edward finally coming to the surface. With a shy smile, they replied, "Edward ,I love you too"

#edward nygma x reader #gotham tv show #edward nygma gotham

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i-smoke-chapstick · 2 months

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hiiii! I hope you’re doing well!!

I saw the post about Gotham X readers and I was wondering if you could write a Dom!riddler x fem!sub!reader smut where he doesn’t let reader finish until she gets his riddles right and it leads to her being overstimulated?

Thanks in advance!

‘THE HILLS,

-GOTHAM!EDWARD NYGMA X READER-

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; Since killing oswald, ed’s at a breaking point and needs to get his mojo back.

⋆ tags/warnings. GOTHAM!riddler x female reader. smut!! pure porn, no plot. sub/dom dynamics. orgasm denial. degradation, dumbification of reader. Eddie needs to let some frustrations out. First time writing penetrative sex so hopefully it’s good! Also, thank you anon, i love this idea.

♫ “When I'm fucked up, that's the real me” The Hills by The Weeknd

Oh, he's been an absolute wreck. Ever since the falling out with Oswald, hyped on those god forsaken pills. You catch him mumbling to himself often, yelling and screaming at his reflection at night. You can hardly sleep.

He's absolutely fucked up. You can tell. You've known him forever, and you know the signs. The sweat on his brow, disheveled hair, loose tie. His hands rub together insistently, babbling on to you. He needs a nemesis, a stress reliever. He tells you about the hallucination of Oswald- he needs a replacement. Something to fuel him, make him the Riddler he knows he is.

So, you offered your...technique. It was simple- just distract him for a moment from his desperate scheming. He looked at you like you were absolutely crazy at first.

"...You want to what?" He growled out, slowly, legs sprawled across an arm chair, rubbing his temple. He looked like a mess. A hot mess.

After elaborating, he still looked at you incredulously. His mind was racing with thoughts, about how this could fix him. Before you knew it, he was gradually standing up, wrapping a hand around your throat and gently kissing you.

The soft and gentle kisses turned more and more raw. His hands gripped tight around your throat, sure to leave a mark, and he groaned as he held your leg up. You messily and hastily kissed your way to the bedroom; which is where you are now.

His suit jacket thrown on the floor, your blouse unbuttoned. You lay bare beneath him, gasping for air between hot open-mouthed kisses he lays everywhere.

"Ed-" You struggle out, feeling his fingers plunge inside you. It's a bit painful, and he only mumbles incoherently, he's in a hurry.

"SHUT up." He growls out against you, "I'm thinking."

His fingers rapidly work on you, prepping you as fast as possible. You whimper and he doesn't seem to pay any attention. When the sounds of your wet slick finally fill the room in messy, sopping noises- he looks up at you with his glasses on his face.

He raises himself up from your thighs, staring at you with a vague look of intrigue. It's a small gesture to ask if you're ready.

When you nod, he buries himself in to the crook of you're neck.

"...Wonderful." He whispers.

He finally breaks out in a shit-eating grin, giggling maniacally at your pleading writhing form.

Removing his fingers, his grin stands still, and suddenly rams his cock inside your slit.

You both let out an embarrassingly loud noise at this, his low groan filling the room as he grimaces in pleasure. You feel your eyes roll back as he rams himself into you, filling you up to the hilt. His hand grasps your neck once more, slightly choking you.

He mumbles theatrically in your ear, and you realize just why he wanted to do this.

"I can fill a room with just one heart. Others can have me, but I can't be shared," He begins, thrusting into you. He struggles to speak himself as he feels you clench around his member. "What am I?"

You want to scream at him, damn riddles. You swallow when he drags his cock along your cunt and chokes you a bit more, as to prompt an answer.

"L-love?" You stumble out, only to yelp when his face contorts into rage. His movements stop and you whine.

"What...? No." He snarls at you, and looks down on you- like your the stupidest, weakest, most pathetic thing he's ever seen. "No!?...The- the answer is loneliness?!"

He rolls his eyes, jaw clenched. He continues his degradation with another harsh squeeze to your throat and an agonizingly slow thrust.

"How do you not know that?" He taunts you, anger on his face. But you can see it in the glint of his eyes. He's enjoying this.

He huffs as his thrusts gradually slow down.

"Second." He mutters, feigning exasperation- as if dealing with you, fucking you- is the most tiresome thing in the world. As if he's so above you in every way.

"I can be a member of a group, but never blend in. What am I?" You feel your orgasm building up beside yourself- the way he's choking you out and has you going dumb around his cock.

When you feel the knot building up inside you, you don't answer- and he stops in his tracks.

"I give up!" You whine, incoherently, trying to bounce for any friction, but he has you pinned in place. Tall frame hanging over you. "I give up," You plead- and something in him snaps.

His hand shoves your neck even further in the mattress, and a loud slap rings out. You feel the burning on your cheek and look up at him stunned. It doesn't hurt too badly, and all you can do is struggle to regain your breath. You let out a deep inhale and feel his dick slip back and forth between your pussy lips.

He looks at you, a bit pitifully, and a bit disappointed- wrathful. His teeth are bared and he looks desperate.

"Answer me." He growls out in your ear, and you rack your brain for an answer.

His cock is teetering inside you, teasing you- fucking you at whichever pace he decides. It's leisurely and steady, and you swear you can feel him stretching you out beyond you thought was possible. You need more.

"An individual." You finally settle on, having vaguely read it in a riddle book when you were younger. Your words come out in a whine; and look to him for approval.

He seems a bit upset that you've answered correctly, stopping the fun. But in a huff, he praises you.

"...Good." He hisses, and decides to finally give you what you want. He gradually speeds up and your orgasm builds repeatedly, and you feel fulfilled.

Until...he stops, one last time.

You grab him by his hair, frustrated beyond belief, before he whispers.

"Call me the Riddler." Is all he says, and you look him in the eye. He's lost in pleasure too, and you can tell he's fighting for control as well. It's strangely vulnerable, and comes off as more of a plead. Desperate for release himself; as if he isn't the architect for his own frustration.

"Please," You decide to let him win, "Riddler, please...!" You breathe shakily, whining the words.

And with that, he finally lets himself go.

His hips slam into you relentlessly- chasing his own climax. It's hard and rough and fast, and his fingertips dig into your neck. He's baring his teeth again and grunting, pushing you both into the mattress. He captures your lips and tongue in a kiss when he finally spasms inside of you, both of you reaching your peak. The aftershocks hit you hard, and he buckles overtop of you, cock still twitching inside.

He collapses into your shoulder, and he's mumbling and muttering and ranting unintelligible "thank you's" and apologies for hitting you.

Funny enough, it's the most relaxed you've seen him in weeks.

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two-heads-and-all-that · 7 months

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edweird and oddwald

#gotham nygmobblepot #they literally ruined my life #edward nygma gotham #oswald cobblepot gotham #nygmobblepot

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mobiussnose · 1 year

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I think the most unrealistic part of Gotham is Edward Nygma managing to keep the same pair of glasses the entire series

#isn’t it like 6 years or something #aside from the final ep #imagine we get an ep where he gets a new prescription #but refuses to get different frames #because he’s autistic #(me too)#Edward Nygma #riddler #Gotham #Gotham tv #Gotham fox #edward nygma gotham #Gotham riddler #Ed nygma #Ed Nygma Gotham #Gotham series

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brainfreeze27 · 2 years

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wanna see a magic trick (disappears for another 3 weeks)

#gotham #art #fanart #oswald cobblepot #edward nygma #shitpost #oswald cobblepot gotham #edward nygma gotham #my 2 favorite quirked up white boys

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howl-fantasies · 2 years

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Since Y/N has such good hacking skills, has she ever hacked phones of our beloved Gothamites and did she find any juicy stuff? Maybe private photos, some suggestive messages or a potential new scandal?

I'm in a mood for some gossip, girl! 😎

Of course she did!

>> One of Y/N's main assets is to know a LOT of things about every villain in town or any important person who could potentially influence Gotham. If someone gets a new phone, don't even think to offer her a contract, she's on a mission and has to put a snitch in the new device in order to continue her never ending spying. In a way she's like Gossip Girl. Minus the upper east side thing and publishing daily all Gothamites' little secrets, preferring to sell them at a veeeery good price.

But since it's you, she would gladly open the chamber of secrets:

Oswald Cobblepot

>> Oswald's phone is one of her favorites to look at. She even organized "Ozzy nights" with Victor, laughing their asses out while looking at his texts and pictures.

>> Aside from the very interesting exchanges he had with Fish, Maroni and Carmine, Oswald's texts to his mother were priceless. The wannabe king of Gotham was a true mommy's boy, asking her to clean his favorite bad boy's underwear, the black one with little knifes on it. Spoiler: his mom constantly chastised him about it. He texted her where he was at anytime, pretty useful if you ask Y/N and Victor, and asking his mom to separate the vegetables he doesn't like in his night meals.

>> Pictures with mama. Here and there. Nothing interesting until Ed came in his life. The texts between the dorks were fun. When Riddler came out and Oswald started his little crush, pictures of the two flourished in his phone. Stolen pictures too: Ed studying, Ed plotting, Ed eating, annnnnd Ed coming out of the shower. This one is THE dirty little secret Y/N uses whenever she wants something from Penguin. Ed practically naked with just a towel around his hips, drop of water still in his hair and steam all around him is worthing the little chantage, right, Oswald?

>> Y/N also found the 237 drafts Penguin wrote when he tried to confess his feelings. The straight: "Ed, I think, no, I know I love you". The poems, the confession in foreign languages, the lame riddles he tried to wrote. She knows all of them by heart and likes to randomly tell them to Oswald to infuriate him.

Edward Nygma

>> Ah dear Ed, her second favorite phone to hack. Why? Because Ed being a genius he figured out - after a few minutes or hours, depends if he slept well - her spying. When people are playing Candy Crush to kill time, Y/N hacks Ed. It's their little game. And one of the reasons she made her phone and contacts as vague as possible. Cause the guy hacks too, and pretty well at that!

>> Ed's phone is empty most of the time because of that, BUT! Y/N once used a picture of Oswald in his white underwear as a wallpaper to distract him. And oh boy, it worked well. Very well. So well, she saw the screenshot Ed took of the picture. She also had the intelligence to screenshot the screenshoting on her phone, threatening Ed to send it to Oswald.

>> Ed threatened her to inform Victor about the : I used our boss almost naked as a wallpaper. The result? Y/N's vengeance is now to change all Ed's passwords making it a pun with one of Ed's traumas like, Kringle -> Kringlocked. Isabella -> Isabellocked. Riddler -> Freezdler. See the immaturity here?

Victor Zsasz

>> Victor is the most easy phone to hack for her since his password is always: Sweetness, or her date of birth, the date he met her, the caliber of one of the weapon she used on him and managed to touch him with, or something stupid like the first letters of "pepperoni". Not like he tries to hide his little secrets from her or his insane obsession 🤷🏻‍♀️

>> Pictures? Goodness, he has tons of her, them. Normal ones, goofy ones, badass ones, -18 ones... He also has one picture of Carmine, and one old picture of his family.

>> Same for the texts, nothing to hide here. The little scum loves to write dirty things in his drafts for her to read when she decides to pay his phone a visit. He's pretty proud of him at that when he sees her poker face ruined by a raised eyebrow or a frown or a scoff, depending of what he wrote.

>> The one and only time he made a real password, was when he decided to team up with Sofia. Y/N was fuming when she finally managed to hack it and discovered all the texts between them and how she ordered him around like a dog.

Barbara Kean

>> Barbara's phone is like her: an absolute mess. Texts to Jim, Tabi, Riddler, Oswald, Lee... Name someone in Gotham and you'll be sure to find them in her psychophone. The woman doesn't even try to be discreet, doesn't encrypt anything and texts everyone in town to either insult them - especially Jim - , cry like a river - especially to Jim - or tell them she loves them - especially Jim -.

>> You got it, she's obsessed by the good cop. Has so many pictures of him it should be considerate illegal, truly.

>> Her most interesting texts are to Tabi, when the two are plotting to kill Oswald or do something in hope to take Gotham's crown.

>> Her most funny one is when she threatened her hairstylist to sue him because of one failed hair cut. She even sent the picture of her usually platinum hair being as green as Ed's suit. Gold.

Jim Gordon

>> Jim isn't the most intelligent character of the series, but he's still cunning enough to understand Y/N hacked his phone at some point.

>> Does it change anything about the level of security of his phone? No. Even with Lucius' help, she managed to hack it. Spoiler, Ed helped because he was bored and she swore to explain him how to French kiss his little librarian, making him a true French lover. Spoiler no.2 she sent him a picture of a washing machine telling him to program himself on "speed" since she was afraid he wouldn't last much with IsabellAAAAH 😏. Riddler was pretty mad at her. And at Ed since the idiot trusted her on something like this.

>> Jim's phone helped Y/N to always be one or two steps ahead from him. She knew for his marriage. She knew for his little visit to Carmine when he retired. She knew basically everything of his life.

>> Though, she didn't want to know about his smut texts and pictures he sent to Lee. Never thought he was the kind of guy to suggest his girlfriend to take her on the morgue's table. She had to send Lee a text after that, to tell her to put a little something under her butt since the table can be pretty cold (DUUUH) at the beginning then all slippery. Jim was livid. And he still is whenever Y/N makes an innuendo about it.

Bruce Wayne

>> If you ask her about hacking a child's phone, she would only answer: "well that's why kid shouldn't be allowed to use a phone without an adult around to supervise them."

>> Drunk Bruce, frivolous Bruce, Emo Bruce, she saw and read every picture and text. Enamored Bruce too by the way, which she find highly cute. Just a normal teenager's phone so far.

>> Bruce's phone was pretty boring in term of plotting or threatening material, at first. But after his encounter with Selina, his investigations about his parents death and after that his little training with Alfred, Bruce's phone was definitely on her "keep it somewhere and don't even think to throw it" list. She knew something interesting was happening with him.

>> When Lucius helped Bruce to totally encrypt his phone, she knew the two knew about her spying. The boy's phone became as interesting to hack as Ed's phone, even more challenging since Lucius created a program generating a new password every minute. Brilliant, if you ask her.

>> When a new young anti-hero started to disturb the non-existant peace in town, Y/N wasn't that surprised and had strong suspicions about his true identity. She never told anything to anyone though. Maybe she'd be able to use it one day and see if Batman's "Never kill anyone" golden rule still stands after that. Same when she managed to finally hack the phone and saw a young lady looking very much like Selina, wearing leather in a suggestive pose. It's their little secret 🤫 Aahh youngsters...

Carmine Falcone

>> What? Trust doesn't exclude control. Y/N had to protect Carmine for a solid 6 years. Protecting him from others mobsters, from him, from other hackers... She knew what the last would found out in his phone if they ever succeeded to hack it. Logical, isn't it?

>> Relax, Carmine knows. She never told him, but he knows, somehow, maybe, probably. He always knows. And maybe Victor told him, being the only "good child" of the king of Gotham. Spoiler he did.

>> Carmine's phone is the epitome of "old". Old phone, for an old man, for an old fashion way to organize his things inside of it. His contacts are all write properly, his texts all politically correct, nothing the police can use against him.

>> He gets a notification every month when his favorite female cook send an article about a new 50's Italian recipe. After meeting Liza, he asked Victor to show him how to share the link to her. #GrandpaVibes here. He was super lame at it and simply told Victor to take his phone to share it after the third time he asked him to show him. He even wrote notes, poor man...

>> His wallpaper is religious, his ringtone for personal calls too. Except for Victor and her. She chose Misirlou (Pulp Fiction) for Victor because she thought Carmine's face was funny whenever his phone played it. And chose for her: Urge Overkill - Girl you'll be a woman soon (Pulp Fiction). Same, she finds it funny. Pros: Carmine you'll be immediately able to tell which of them is calling. Cons: Credibility - 50 but who cares? He's the king of the city. Since he was so lame with his phone, he stopped trying to change it and just shot whoever was laughing between the eyes.

I hope you like it. If you want, I can write a part 2 with:

- Jervis

- Jonathan

- Jerome

- Jeremiah

- Harvey

- Butch

- Tabitha

Don't hesitate to tell me if you want to read about someone else 😉 Have a beautiful day sweetheart, take care 🌹❤️

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