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k1mdracu1a · 2 years

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𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐨

requested!

summary: dating them includes hc with steve o

warnings: mentions of sexual activity, established relationship, cursing, probably talk of substance abuse/use, usual jackass idiocy.

pairing: steve-o x gn!reader

a/n: i plan on doing one of these for all of the guys assuming the obsession doesn’t wear off so look out for those (prob doing ryan then johnny next bc slay)

^^ meaning if you requested im not gonna clog up my page by responding bc i’ve gotten a couple, just know they’re going to be done!

you two met through knoxville, who was a casual friend of yours since he had a habit of crashing parties your friends threw, and he would bring steve along sometimes.

your first date wasn’t really a date, you two decided to spend 24 hours together and do as much as you could within that time frame. you went through a shit ton of weed and ended up at the beach, an art museum, guitar center, johnny’s house, a total of three in-n-outs, and of course his bed (where you didn’t have sex, but you made out for an absurd amount of time).

this ^ ends up being what most of your relationship is; you’re either cooped up in one of your apartments watching movies and not answering your phones, or you’re out in LA making bad decisions that always lead back to a bed or the backseat of someone’s car.

while sex between you two definitely happens often, and sometimes in strange places, it’s almost always v soft and loving. he just enjoys taking his time with you, savoring every moment you two have together like it’s the last. your comfort is always his number one priority, followed in a close second by your pleasure.

head almost every morning, who’s giving and who’s receiving just depends on the day.

also, nightly make outs. this could be post-coital, or just a way you relax with your lover before sleep.

touchy always, to him, your personal space becomes our personal space. even if it’s just a hand on your lower back or an index finger hooked onto your belt loop, he’s always somehow grounding you next to him. less in a possessive way, though that is part of it, and more of a pls don’t leave me way.

having to deal with drunk/high steve more frequently than is ideal, but at the end of a long night when the guys finally drop off the absolute tornado that is an intoxicated steve-o, someone has to look out for him. thankfully, once he’s in your arms he does a full 180 and turns into a whiny little bitch (said with love) until you finally coax him into bed and eventually sleep.

he’s definitely needy, and i don’t mean that as a bad thing, he just loves being the center of attention, especially yours.

of course, he would never tell you this (not like you don’t know), he just sulks when you’ve been preoccupied until he can’t handle it anymore and then basically forces you to pay attention to him, but you don’t complain.

he’s obsessed with you (not in like a joe goldberg, the riddler way obvi). it’s always my s/o this and my s/o that, and it would be a lot more annoying if his friends didn’t love you so much.

he seems like the type to always be reminding you of how much he cares about you and how much he loves you. whether this be through little notes left on your bathroom mirror, small gifts or acts of service, or just by straight up telling you, he puts in the work to make sure you know without a doubt that he absolutely adores you

making him listen to sad guitar man music with you (idk i’m a whore for some good ole elliott smith and he seems like he would enjoy it in the right circumstances)

throuple dates with chris!! since most of your makeshift dates are more just you guys doing exactly what you would do at home except elsewhere, it’s easy for him to tag along and it not be weird. occasionally, they do turn into double dates when he decides to bring a girl along. in which case, you better believe that you two will be best friends by the end of the date.

it is rare that you two aren’t stoned after the hour of 4pm, and usually earlier. by 7, trying to have a normal conversation with either of you is a lost cause.

having the time of your lives when he convinces you to go out with him and the crew. there’s a reason the hardest partier in the group is the one you’re dating; let’s just say you can hold your liquor.

idk why but the thought came to me the other day of attending a music festival w him and it will not leave, with that being said, he def would be so fun at a music festival. i don’t think he would mosh if it was that kind of festival but he seems like the type to camp out over night to try and get a good spot and put you on his shoulders so you can see better when it doesn’t work as well as he intended.

in general, he’s simply the sweetest ever.

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#steve o #jackass #steve o x reader #jackass the movie #johnny knoxville #ryan dunn #bam margera #ehren mcghehey #chris pontius

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odiwtbl · 2 years

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The Man from Under the Streetlight

Dano!Riddler x reader

Warnings: light stalking ig, sfw

Author’s note: this is my first time posting on Tumblr lol pls be nice.. criticism is v much welcome but be gentle. Also my first time writing with the whole ‘you’ thing instead of pronouns so im not sure if it works, and also I can never tell what tense im writing in so bear with. Not beta’d either, send it. Also no y/n :) enjoy lmao

Wc: 2082

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Your day could not be going any slower. It was one of those gray days in Gotham, which, granted was pretty much everyday in the city, but today was especially dull. The rain had been on a steady drizzle, soaking through anything within minutes, leaving the diner with little to no patrons. You had been working since 1pm, it now being 9:30 and you had only served maybe six people. It’s a surprise you hadn’t gone absolutely insane due to boredom. The diner was small and had always been family run. It had been serving the Gotham citizens for the past 60 years, although you were sure no one would really miss it if it weren’t here. The things the building had seen over the years, it was extremely close to the The Iceberg Lounge, setting it up nicely for some interesting happenings.

As you wiped down the counter for the hundredth time, you looked up through the windows. The streetlights had been on for a few hours now, the sun setting earlier and earlier, a warning sign that winter was still oncoming. Streams of water collected and ran down the edge of the sidewalk, carrying bits of trash and debris. People hurried by with their coats drawn and hoods up. While Gotham wasn’t the safest of places to live, the people had always interested you. So many faces, so many stories. You could people-watch all day, it being the best thing to pass the time on dead shifts like this one.

A man with a bright red coat, maybe a gift from his wife or girlfriend. A woman pulling a child along, the umbrella she’s holding mainly covering herself leaving the little one to get wet. Another woman stepping out of the corner store, throwing her items in her bag hastily before stepping out into the rain.

A tall man with mousy hair, stepping under one of the streetlights, the light catching his locks causing them to glow like a halo. Little raindrops caught on the lenses of his glasses, fogging up his glasses. Round cheeks that were tinged with red from the cold. His breath leaving in little puffs of cloud in front of his face. Every step or so getting bumped by a passerby. You could tell he was unsure of himself, not knowing how to command his presence. There was something about him that made you watch for longer than normal. Longer than necessary. His eyes darted up and around him as more people jostled him about, before looking through the window and catching yours.

You looked away quickly, making yourself look busy, pretending that you weren’t just completely gawking at a stranger. After a few moments of fake wiping the counter, you looked back up to where he was, only to see the spot under the streetlight empty and the movement of the sidewalk back to normal again.

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You were the prettiest thing Edward Nashton thinks he’s ever seen. He’s never seen eyes as wide as yours, eyes that were actually looking at him, not through him. The subtle expression you were making as you looked him over, ingrained in his memory. The way your skin flushed pink with embarrassment upon being caught. Yes, definitely the prettiest.

That’s why he was stood in the alleyway beside the diner. Waiting for you to lock up and walk home. He just wanted to make sure you were safe, that’s all. He could be your guardian angel. Watching from afar, keeping you safe and clean from the filth and the rot of Gotham. He would do that for you because you deserve it, he could tell.

If there was one thing Edward was, it was patient. He’d been standing in the rain, in the cold, in the dark, for the past three hours now. Listening for the sound of the door closing, your soft footsteps along the sidewalk. He’d wait however long it took for you.

Another twenty minutes passed before he heard you closing up. You walked past the alleyway, not seeing Edward, not seeing anyone. You had your headphones on, Edward could even hear your music leaking out slightly as you walked by. How were you supposed to hear if anyone was about to attack you? About to follow you? How were you supposed to keep yourself safe if you weren’t aware of your surroundings? That’s why Edward stayed behind, you can’t look after yourself the way he could.

He kept a safe distance from you, the streets now practically empty. It was about midnight, Edward thinks. You shouldn’t be out this late. You should be home, safe.

Your apartment wasn’t far from the diner, maybe a fifteen minute walk, and Edward was proud of you for taking a well lit route home. Maybe you do have some street smarts after all. He stood across the road after you had entered the building. It wasn’t the nicest of places, but for Gotham it wasn’t so bad. Some minor deterioration on the outside, the fire escape seemed to be covered in rust and grime, and the windows on the ground floor were boarded up. He prayed that that wasn’t your apartment, how would he keep an eye on you if he couldn’t see you?

The lights on the third floor flicked on and Edward held his breath. You passed by the right side window and through to the left, turning the light on in the new room. His eyes lit up seeing your face again. The back of your head was lovely, but nothing compared to your face. Your beautiful face. He wanted to hold your face, feel your skin in his hands, your breath on his face. He wanted you. All of you.

His breath hitched as you turned you back and removed your work uniform. You need blinds, anyone could watch you. You stepped away from the window, moving further into the room and out of sight. But he stayed just in case. A glimpse of your head was all he needed. Edward stood and watched through your window well into the early morning. The sun was almost coming up by the time he left to go to his own home, the sky turning from black to a blue colour. He imagined what you would sound like on the walk to his apartment. He wandered what you smell like, what your laugh sounded like, how you take your coffee. Edward was desperate to know every little part of you, how your brain works. He needed to know. And he will, he’s sure of it.

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The next morning was gray like the one previous, but at least it was dry. You didn’t have a long shift today either, only the breakfast shift which you didn’t mind too much, it always seemed to pass by relatively quickly.

You could tell the diner was busier today on the approach, the booths that lined the windows were all full, mostly with the regulars. The people of Gotham love a routine, you thought to yourself.

The bell above the door chimed as you pushed it open, the familiar sounds and smells soon engulfing you, everything as it normally is, except for one person.

Their back was to you, hunched over, writing something. Your heart jumped when you noticed the familiar mousy hair and slightly awkward posture. It was him. The man from under the streetlight.

Taking a deep breath, you breezed past the counter and through into the back to put your bag away, forcing yourself to not look back at him as you passed. What is he doing here? It must just be a coincidence, right? Too many thoughts crossed your mind as you started to almost panic. There’s no way he’d come out to see you. You had been thinking about him all night, from your walk home to lying in bed. This had never happened before. Your brain had never been so consumed by something, by someone, before. There wasn’t even a reason for it, not one that you could think of. He was just a stranger caught in the rain, you just happened to see him. It was all a case of right place, right time. So why were you almost obsessed?

You placed your bag and coat into your locker, pushing the door shut and twisting the dial to lock it. The chef, Michael, was the only one in the kitchen this morning, already 6ft deep in tickets and orders, but he still grumbled out some sort of greeting as you called his name hello. Generally you got on with the people you worked with, it was only a small team, but the other waitresses were decent enough, you all looked out for each other on shifts which was nice. After all, it’s important to stick together.

As you pushed through the doors that led out behind the counter, you had to force yourself to think about something other than the man from yesterday. You could feel his eyes on you as you picked up one of the notebooks from behind the till. You could feel his eyes on you as you went over to one of the regulars, Danny. You could feel his eyes on you while you filled up empty mugs and took away empty plates.

At last, after twenty minutes of constant watching, he seemed to have settled down, turning back to whatever he was working on, scribbling away and murmuring to himself. It finally gave you a chance to look at him. Really look at him.

His brow was furrowed in concentration, his right eyebrow jumping occasionally as he thought something over. It looked as if he had forgone a haircut for a little too long, his almost brown but significantly blonde hair dropping down into his eyes. He had a strong nose, paired with a softer jaw, his side profile resembling that of a Greek statue. It looked like he had blue eyes, but that you couldn’t be sure of from this distance. Slight stubble coated his chin. And he looked tired, so tired. His eyes were slightly sunken, dark circles painted underneath. You could look at him forever, you think. He’s interesting.

You sucked a breath into your chest, before walking over to him.

“You need a top up?” You questioned, looking down at his slightly empty cup. You were stood opposite him, behind the bar. Up close you could see he was writing into a ledger, his writing messy and barely legible, you couldn’t even hazard a guess as to what it said.

His hands stilled at the question, his head snapping up almost too quickly. His eyes, that you could see now were a blue-gray, were wide looking at you, as if he were surprised you had even spoken to him, “Uh- Oh, y-yes. Yes, please.”

You smiled politely as you tipped some fresh coffee into his cup. Like his presence suggested, he seemed to be on the shyer side, not that you minded. It made a nice change from the type of people you have to deal with in Gotham.

“I’ve not seen you in here before. What’s your name?” You couldn’t help yourself but to ask his name, you were too curious to go without it.

“I’m, uh, Edward”, he replied, pushing his glasses back up to the bridge of his nose.

“Edward… It’s nice, suits you.” His cheeks turned pink with the compliment, he thought you were just being friendly, like you must be to all your customers, but you really meant it. It’s a nice name. You told him yours shortly afterwards, him tripping up once more on his reply. You excused yourself when another customer called out for a refill.

Edward. It’s a strong name. Eddie suits him more, you think. You made yourself busy, wiping up tables and carrying out food, occasionally glancing over at Edward. Really you wanted to go over and talk to him more, but decided against it just in case you came off too strong.

You heard Michael call for you from the kitchen, something about a ticket not making sense. You made your way over to the hatch that was behind the counter, leaning through the gap slightly to answer him.

Once again you could feel a pair of eyes glued to you, following your movements, but by the time you turned back around hoping to get another look at him, Edward was gone.

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part 2

#edward nashton #the riddler #the batman #the batman 2022 #Edward nashton x reader #Edward nashton x you #riddler x reader #edward nashton imagine #Edward nashton fluff #paul dano riddler #dano riddler #the riddler x you #this is my first time posting #pls be nice to me

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dented-nado · 3 years

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Well since you specifically asked: Twiddler

“Yah I like Eddie but he’s straight // BAD LUCK, HUH?”

“No he’s not”

“NO IM NOT??”

Shenanigans

I’m dying right now, the ol’ Harv(ey) stubbornly thinks that Edward fucking Nygma is s t r a I g ht love it. Still one of my fave convos we’ve ever had.

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Eddie’s POV

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It had been about a year since he had joined the sort of halfway home that Bruce Wayne had opened up for Ex-Rogues. However Eddie was somewhat convinced the billionaire he now realized had been Batman the whole time (pfft, he totally could have figured that out… he just… hadn’t…) rather liked having he, Harley, and Harv(ey) as a sort of odd band of roommates. And well… a literal mansion wasn’t a bad place to stay in by any stretch of the imagination.

He certainly had expected (and been quietly and not so quietly jealous) that because Harv(ey) and Bruce had apparently been close as far back as when they were children, Wayne would certainly be ecstatic to have Two-Face hanging around. He still was a little bit taken a back that well… anyone would want him around.

But he really was trying to reform. Maybe part of it was because the routine had gotten boring and he’d started finding more quiet and less destructive games and puzzles more entertaining these days. Besides, he realized he could have more fun with such things when he wasn’t being hauled back to Arkham because he’d taken things a little too far so often.

That being said, he had a new focus, a new goal.

And that was the previously mentioned Harv(ey) Dent. The giant, the absolute unit that towered over him.

Two souls for the price of one. Harvey was quietly intelligent (though sometimes a little bit delightfully oblivious), kind, and soft. Then Harv, he was bold, had a wonderfully fun fashion sense, and had a gravelly voice that admittedly caused Eddie’s mind to pull a blank at times.

They were a man that could have half their face burned to a crisp with acid and still be the only man that had been in Arkham (in Edward’s opinion) that could really get it.

He still remembered the first time “two-face” had been escorted into Arkham, the sight of them had knocked the wind right out of him, completely stopped his plotting for his next attempt to outsmart Batman.

Sure, perhaps he had heard and sort of seen images of Harvey Dent, the famous distract attorney that had been nicknamed Gotham’s “white knight” on the tiny, crappy TV they were occasionally allowed to watch when they were let out of their cells. But that never did him justice.

Seeing him here? Up close?

What a man. A handsome man, carved by angels and blessed by the devil

Now if only he could get Harv(ey) Dent to notice him.

Since that day he’d tried time and time again under the hope that maybe just maybe… this giant of a man would consider a relationship of sorts.

He tried to impress them with his vast intellect, sitting close to him and going off about any fact or subject he happened to know. He then tried to drill Harvey about his knowledge as a lawyer (which he thought also might just be interesting to know). They were certainly a good listener… and Harvey warmed up to talking about legal jargon and the pains of law school with Eddie eventually.

He was able to talk to Harv about their mutual love of fun patterns and bright colors and agreed that anyone who dissed it just didn’t understand fashion. He also realized soon that Harv loved to talk when he was acknowledged, and Eddie was more than happy to encourage him to and lightly swoon at that voice.

However, they were still only on a ‘good pals’ basis.

Which maybe Eddie could have accepted, except he caught Harvey staring at him at times, smiling slightly whenever Eddie would talk about what interested him. And Harv, he had gotten Harv to laugh a few times.

There was something there, he knew it, but for some reason he couldn’t puzzle out, Dent wasn’t acting on it.

It continued to this day. Harley had suggested to Edward he simply outright tell Harv(ey) Dent he was interested in them. But that wasn’t fun or interesting, and certainly not as romantic as Eddie would like.

So, after years of frustration now, he decided he’d go to the one person who had known Harv(ey) Dent their whole life for advice.

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Bruce’s POV

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“So, that’s my dilemma.” Edward finished, pushing up his glasses in a very matter-of-fact way.

Bruce sighed. The only person who had ever rivaled his own stubbornness and… stupidity when it came to others having an romantic interest in them, was in fact Harv(ey) Dent. This would no doubt be difficult.

He wasn’t even sure how he managed to get into a relationship with Clark and Diana, so he wasn’t sure how much of a help he’d be trying to get Harv(ey) and Eddie to pair up.

“I’m decently sure he’s interested in you.” He replied.

“I’m quite sure too, however nothing I do seems to get them to do anything.” Eddie expressed, looking completely exasperated.

“hrrn....” Bruce grumbled thoughtfully. “What have you tried so far?”

“Well… I’ve given them gifts, flowers seemed like a sure-fire method- yet he seemed to somehow take them as a platonic gift.”

Bruce stared at Eddie for a long moment. “Who gives flowers platonically?”

Eddie shrugged.

Bruce sighed. “Dammit Harvey… Harv…” He mumbled under his breath. “I could try talking to them, get some better idea of what’s going on their head, could be Harvey and Harv keep arguing on how they want to respond.” He suggested.

Eddie nodded thoughtfully. “That may be the case, that is a possibility I had not considered… thank you for your assistance batma….. ah… Bruce…” He corrected with a slight grin.

Bruce half smiled back.

Batman was on the case.

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“So… Harv…. Harvey…” Bruce began wandering over to where they were sitting.

They were seemingly switching between drinking a hot coffee and a Frappuccino.

Harvey had complained more than once that because of their disagreements Harv ended up making them consume way too much sugar. Too much caffeine in this case it seemed.

Their eyes flicked over to him.

“Hi Bruce.”

“What’s up Pretty Boy?”

Bruce sat down across from them. “Eddie seems to be interested in you.”

Never hurt to be blunt with a lawyer.

Harvey snorted. “That’d be nice… he is really cute but…”

“I’m sure Eddie is straight, just our luck, right?”

Bruce had never been so shocked in all his life.

Straight?

Eddie…

Straight?! E d d I e.

Str a I ght, Edward Nygma E Nygam s t ra ight

The two concepts being put together caused a complete error in Bruce’s mind that was slowly beginning to fry.

Who could possibly conclude that Edward was s t r aight?

The riddler…. The riddler who for a while greeted Batman like he was lowkey interested in a literal love-hate relationship

Edward

Str a I ght.

“Are you… fucking kidding me?” Bruce ended up stammering before he even realized it. “He’s not… at all!”

Harvey blinked at him a few times in surprise.

“What do you mean?”

Bruce gaped at them. They couldn’t be serious.

“Harvey… I… Harv… he… he’s not exactly subtle about it. In fact he’s very open, very much out and proud, flaming even. I’m sure he’d agree.”

Harvey looked at Bruce through squinted eyes. “Are you sure Bruce?”

“Sure, maybe he’s a bit more flashy than your average guy, but that doesn’t mean gay.” Harv added with a shrug.

“He calls you handsome at least 3 times a day.” Bruce said still staring at Harv(ey) like they were absolutely insane.

“Lots of people do.”

“Have you ever seen him even flirt with any women??” Bruce asked in disbelief.

“No but… well there’s always been more men in Arkham, and when do you even have time for that?”

Bruce was somewhere in-between wanting to laugh at them and slap them.

“He’s given you flowers.”

“Pretty sure he’s just being friendly.”

“Friendly…” Bruce wheezed.

This conversation was taking years off his life at this point. He shook his head and texted Edward.

“Get in here (the living room downstairs) It’s important”

Edward slid in and sat peppily down on the couch with Bruce within a few minutes, causing Harv(ey) to look between Eddie and Bruce in confusion.

“You rang Mr. Wayne~?” Eddie asked with a cheeky grin as he leaned his head against his hand.

“You know what these men just said to me?” Bruce began folding his hands together.

“Bruce nooo…” Harvey pleaded.

“No no, I think he should know.” Bruce insisted.

Eddie raised his eyebrows comically high. “Well don’t keep me waiting, what’s the tea?”

Bruce cleared his throat. “They said… they’re sure you’re straight.”

Eddie stared at Bruce for a minute, eyes widening.

“Me?” He asked completely baffled.

Bruce nodded.

Eddie threw back his head and laughed until his face turned red and he had trouble breathing.

Harv(ey) looked on stiffly, feeling as if they had made a mistake somewhere as the dawning realization slapped them in the face.

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Harv(ey)’s POV

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It was bad enough they had put themselves in denial so far they had missed out starting something with the small bean-pole riddle-man much earlier…

But now because they had convinced themselves Eddie was straight and therefore could have no interest in them… Eddie and Bruce were refusing to let them live it down.

And Bruce seemed to have gotten literally everyone in on the joke. Anyone Bruce hadn’t told between his partners and his massive family, Eddie had told.

Harley had begun kissing Ivy in front of them while they both traded off saying “no homo tho” between kisses until Harv(ey) groaned and left the room in a huff, leaving them both laughing maniacally.

Eddie had begun dramatically entering a room with a flourish announcing “Ladies and Gentlemen, Guys, Gals, and Non-binary pals, the straightest man alive has arrived, you may all start the party.”

Even when they first slept together, Edward had started quietly laughing and mumbling about “how straight, and very much not gay at all this occurrence was.”

Bruce hadn’t been able to look at them in weeks without breaking out into a full on belly laugh at his expense, mumbling something along the lines of “The Riddler, st r a I ght, good lord...”

On one hand they were happy Bruce was laughing more but god dammit…

They felt a bit dumb about it to say the least.

“How did we ever think Eddie was straight?” Harvey thought to himself.

“I don’t fucking know. I really… really… don’t.”

Well… maybe giving everyone a little levity while still being able to date a cute red-head that seemed to know the strangest facts about almost everything that they could enjoy listening to him babble about for hours happily…. Was all worth it. Even if they were embarrassed by their comically stupid brand of denile.

#prompt fill #twiddler #two face x riddler #harvey dent #harv dent #edward nygma #e nygma #the riddler #batman #bruce wayne #two face #gotham rogues #dc villains #dc comics #fanfic #dc fanfic

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rjshepofftheshits · 3 years

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Quick CuriousMedic/RiddleShep thing so i can concentrate haha

She was minding her own business when he caught her attention. Shep watching tv and edward working quietly at the computer, a typical night in for them. it was nearly midnight, she was almost ready for bed. going alone again, given Riddlers chronic insomnia. there was no sense fighting with it or trying to persuade him, then they'd both wind up tired and cranky. Shep felt herself begin to drift to sleep in the chair when she realised, it was far too quiet. Where was the frantic typing, the swears and frustration muttered under breath and the exasperated sighing that were so common while edward worked? perhaps he was just taking a break, reading something maybe. she listened in closer, leaning over the back of the sofa; she could hear it now, the soft rustle of fabric, the fervent stifling of breath and barely concealed whimpers. Smirking mischievously shep crept from her incline in the sofa, tiptoeing over plush carpets silently as she approached the glow of riddlers screens.

closer now she could see the way his hand twisted and pumped between his legs, the other stretched across his mouth. elicit images tucked away into a small corner of one of the screens. She smiled as she took in the image, supposing she shouldn't be surprised by riddlers taste in porn"a dark haired woman, with a strap."hmm. shep mused "oh eddie darling , you only needed to ask."

Leaning in she could feel the warmth radiating from his cheeks, eyes focused solely on the screens "shep." he breathed, barely audible. "you called?" she purred in his ear, hands slipping over his shoulders and down his chest. in an instant riddler was stiff as a board, foundering and speechless "hmm" she reached over his trembling hand to the mouse and enlarged the image "shes cute" shep mused" nice strap too but i'm sure mines bigger." she spun him around in his chair " i WAS going to bed" she hummed, licking the shell of his ear while her hand delved further down to his waistband " but how can i leave you knowing i've neglected you so badly?" Her carefully manicured finger tips wrapped around his dick, riddler going instantly slack under her touch " shep ah~" edward squeaked out, hands grabbing for her forearms, burying his head in the crook of her neck " keep moaning my name like that and ill fuck you till you're too tired to even speak" Riddler chokes, convulsing in his chair as warm liquid bubbles over her hand and down onto the tops of his legs "that pent up huh?" shep licks her hand clean nonshalontly, watching as riddlers face burns red in sudden realization "im sorry!" he gasped, hands flying to his mouth "i-i was already close and your so warm and-" she silences him with a kiss "relax" she says in a voice so soft you almost wouldn't realize it was a demand "im wide awake now, we've got all night~"

yo i kept playing with that prompt thing from earlier and i got a few i wanted to string together hehe.

i feel like i wana take this further but its 1130 and i wana post before i go to bed ha. maybe try it again tomorrow, do a chapter 2 or some shit

PROMPT:

Your nsfw prompt:Shep sneaks up behind Riddler, only to realize that Riddler was intending on some self-pleasure. Not allowing this opportunity to slip past, Shep offers up all of their help, whether Riddler wants it or not, is not important. Shep: Keep moaning my name like that.I ’ll fuck you until you’re too tired to even speak.

#shut up shepherd #shep writes #my stuff #riddler #shep #oc #shepherd oc

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oh-mother-of-darkness · 5 years

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The first time, Jason came very close to stabbing her. He and Damian were waiting in a warehouse in pitch darkness, trying to catch an arms ring in the act, when something warm brushed against his ankles. He lunged backwards, yelping in surprise, and nearly fell over in an attempt to pull a knife from his belt.

Damian swung down from the rafters to check on him, not that Damian would admit that was what he was doing. “Trip over your own incompetence?”

“No, your ego. Easy mistake.”

“Hilarious. What happened?”

“I don’t know. There was something here. I thought it was you,” Jason told him. “You’re usually the only thing at that height.” He grinned as Damian backhanded him lightly in the shoulder in retaliation.

“Ow, my knee.”

“Hilarious.” Damian repeated, pulling a pen light from his glove. He flicked the dim beam around the room for a few moments, until it landed on a small shape in the corner— a dog with it’s tail tucked underneath it. She stared back at them with reflective eyes.

“Oh,” said Jason, putting away his knife.

“Oh,” said Damian, hurrying over to the corner. The dog didn’t run away, but she did huddle in tighter. She got over that pretty quickly. As soon as Damian started petting her, she rolled over to solicit a belly rub, happily wagging her tail as Damian complied.

She was a small dog— a puppy really. A tiny golden retriever without a collar. Jason bent down to pet her himself, then retreated back to his hiding place. Somebody had to keep watch while Damian was distracted.

It was a good thing he did, because moments later, the warehouse lights flipped on and gunshots started firing. Jason dove behind the crate of weapons he and Damian had opened earlier. On his way down, he saw Damian grapple into the rafters while the puppy bolted out the door.

So much for that.

The second time, Jason found her at the mouth of an alley, barking up a storm. Behind her lay a still body, not moving. Dead? Jason wasn’t sure. The dog growled when he tried to get closer.

“Hey,” he told her. “I’m trying to help.”

The dog, rather predictably, did not understand him.

“Okay,” he muttered, pushing past her into the darkness. The figure on the ground turned into the still form of an adolescent boy. Jason could see him breathing, but he was in bad shape. There was blood dripping from his head.

“Shit,” said Jason, dialing 911. He ran to his motorcycle and pulled his first aid kit. The kid would need it. One brief conversation with the emergency center later, Jason knelt by the boy with a roll of bandages.

Something warm rammed into his side. BARK! Jason almost fell over from the impact.

“I’m trying to help!” Jason repeated. He shoved the dog away from him as she ran in for a second pass. “Jesus! Is this your owner?”

Emergency sirens started up in the distance.

“He’ll be fine, okay? Good girl. Good dog. Trying to help.”

The dog did not calm down until the ambulance arrived to take the kid away. Jason scooped her up as the EMTs loaded up the stretcher. He would bring her to the hospital, he figured. The boy would want his dog back.

Jason encountered a small hiccup in that plan when he arrived and spoke to the family: she wasn’t their dog.

He couldn’t exactly stick her back on the street. They were miles from the alleyway or the warehouse from before. He had been carrying her for hours, first in his arms and then on a makeshift leash made from grappling wire.

One night with a dog wouldn’t kill him.

Before they entered the safehouse, Jason stopped to give the dog a stern talking-to.

“Do not,” he began, “destroy my things. There will be no barking or licking while I am asleep. We will find your owner tomorrow.”

The dog stared at him.

“Somebody out there is really upset that you’re MIA.”

More staring.

“Missing in action,” Jason explained. “M-I-A.”

Soft bark.

“Mia.” Jason tried.

The dog looked back at him with wide, brown eyes.

“Mia, then. That’s what we’re calling you.” Jason grinned. “Full name ‘Damian’ because you’re small and a pain in my ass. Plus that’s where you’re going if we can’t find your owner. He’ll take you in.”

More staring.

“God, I hope you’re house trained,” sighed Jason, opening the door.

He pulled off her leash as they stepped inside. She bounded off happily; Jason went to find some spare bedding. He tossed his phone on the couch on his way to the linen closet, then pulled out the rattiest blanket he possessed. He turned around.

Mia bounced in front of him, his phone in her mouth.

“No!” he told her. “Bad dog!”

He threw his phone back on the couch. She sprang across the room and returned it in a pile of slobber.

“Don’t… okay. Phones are not for fetch. Here.”

He found a baseball— a trophy from a Riddler incident, if he wasn’t mistaken— on his display shelf and tossed it across the room. “Fetch!” he told her.

Mia ran back to the linen closet, grabbed Jason’s phone in her mouth, and brought it to him.

“I said fetch, not phone. Fetch!”

He gestured after the ball.

She dropped his phone on the ground and pointed at it with her nose.

“You’re an idiot,” Jason told her. He laid out a couch pillow and the blanket on the floor, then flipped off the lights. “Go to sleep, idiot.”

He dropped her on the pillow and went to his room to get ready for bed, singing under his breath as he went. As he pulled on his pajamas, he broke into full song

Howling from the other room.

Jason stuck his head around the doorway and stared into the darkness. Luminescent eyes stared back at him.

“Shhh,” he told her, then ducked back into his room. He began to sing again, softer this time.

More howling.

“Hey! It’s a safehouse. People aren’t supposed to know we’re here.” Jason flipped on the lights in the main room and glared at the dog. “Quiet.”

She huffed excitedly, ran across the room, and bounced off Jason’s legs.

“Idiot,” he repeated. “Do you like to sing too?” He started up again, watching Mia intently.

Instant howling. For a few seconds, he let her duet— him singing, her howling— then cut off quickly. It was cute, really, but he had a low profile to maintain.

“Go to sleep,” he told her again. “That’s what I’m doing.” He flipped off the lights and went to lie down.

There was thumping at the foot of his bed, then a small, furry figure flopped on top of his feet.

“Whatever,” Jason decided, and fell asleep.

Regrettably, he didn’t stay asleep for long. Right before sunrise, Jason woke up to loud, repeated barking.

“Mia,” he groaned. “Bad dog! Quiet!”

Mia didn’t stop barking. Jason sat up and found her pressed against the window to the fire escape, yelling angrily at whatever was happening outside.

Jason went to the window, expecting to find another dog passing beneath them. Instead, he saw a half dozen figures walk out of the darkness.

All of them carried guns— big guns, the kind he and Damian had found in the warehouse where Mia first appeared.

Well shit. Jason didn’t have enough time to change into his work clothes, so he grabbed the helmet from his nightstand and kept moving. It would have to do. He ducked beneath his window and cautiously rose enough to see outside.

The figures gathered silently beneath him. One lifted his hand and motioned towards Jason’s building.

He dove away from the window as the bullets started flying. Mia bolted from the bedroom into the blanket on the living room floor, away from the sound of gunfire. Jason was glad she did. He didn’t want her to get shot.

As it turned out, she wasn’t the one to worry about. Jason looked down and found two holes in his leg that definitely should not have been there.

“Fuck!” he hissed. The pain hit him in a wave after that. Beneath him, the gunfire went silent as the gunmen began to reload.

Jason decided that he maybe, possibly, he might need some help. He reached up and fumbled on his nightstand for his phone, then remembered he had left it in the other room. Fuck! He didn’t think he could make it that far. He was bleeding badly.

“Mia!” he yelled. “Fetch!”

She brought him his phone.

Jason barely had enough time to send out a distress signal before the gunfire started up again. He pulled Mia behind the bed for cover. His own gun was hidden beneath the mattress. He retrieved it to return fire.

Jason didn’t remember much after that: just gunfire and Bruce on his windowsill.

He woke up in the Cave with something furry in his lap and Damian hovering next to him.

“You didn’t tell me you kept the dog!” Damian burst out, as soon as Jason opened his eyes.

“I’m not keeping the— ack!” Jason cut off as Mia bounded up his chest and licked his face.

“Good girl,” Damian told her, thrilled.

“Yeah okay,” Jason muttered, pulling Mia back into his lap. “I’m keeping the dog.”

#jason todd #damian wayne #fanfiction #mine #look i realize i write about jason getting injured a lot but #in my defense: it's fun #also i get a lot of requests for it #anyway

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alexeishostakoff · 5 years

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What are your top 10 DC characters & why? Maybe favorite fcs/hcs for them too?

ok so! i did this in alphabetical order bc i just can't do them as favorites from one to ten

bruce wayne, aka the batman

why: im gonna be real with you, i ignore 95% of his canon bc my bruce isn't as much as a dick, go away. he's a really interesting, complicated character, and i like writing about his trauma and the different ways he copes with it bc they're all so fucked up. so fucked up. man needs a therapist

fc: david castañeda

hc: he's bi, but not out to Anyone At All bc it took him a long time to come to terms with it and it's very personal to him

bonus! what verse: comics

dinah lance, aka the black canary

why: i want to BE her. she's a badass with a big heart and honestly deserves the entire world. also im generally a fan of strong women who are soft and kind but also take no shit from anyone ever and WILL fuck you up if you mess with their family

fc: jurnee smollett-bell (im really excited to see her take on dinah!)

hc: she's in love w barbara gordon & also mentored stephanie brown you CANNOT take this from me

bonus! what verse: COMICS

donna troy, aka troia

why: im weak for strong women! she's interesting to me bc she's like diana but she doesn't seem to be as untouchable or perfect yknow? she's amazing but still very human n i love that

fc: madeleine madden, laura harrier, conor leslie

hc: diana was always a lovely, supportive mom/sister/whatever relationship they have in dcs current continuity (THEY NEED TO MAKE UP THEIR FUCKING MINDS), but sometimes donna struggles with living up to someone who was just so fucking perfect all the time, which is part of why she quit being wonder girl

bonus! what verse: the titans tv show,,ik it's incredibly edgy but i love it ok. ive also been looking into her comics

hank hall, aka hawk

why: look i. really did not like him at first and then we got to 'hank and dawn' and s2 and jesus CHRIST. JESUS CHRIST. his trauma is very compellingly written and he's like, a white man but with depth?? DEPTH????? his heart is in the right place and he's been through a lot and i love him

fc: alan ritchson

hc: he's been hit so hard so many times that he's starting to reach the point where he physically can't be a vigilante anymore

bonus! what verse: the titans tv show

harvey dent, aka two-face

why: he's actually got, like, a genuinely interesting backstory when it's written properly. and the idea of gotham's savior, "apollo," the perfect, beautiful, good guy becoming a villain is just. poetic cinema. i adore it. @dc hire me to write a two-face movie hes the only male batman rogue i want to see one for. riddler u can stay but you're on thin fucking ice

fc: riz ahmed, austin stowell (specifically his look as larry king in battle of the sexes)

hc: him and bruce are in love and it was soft and then sad and then sadder. it's practically canon leave me alone

bonus! what verse: comics

john constantine, occasionally aka the hellblazer

why: bastard man!!!! bastard!!!!! he's not your typical comics protagonist, & he's an antihero without just being like, a broody murderous dick? hes reflective and self centered but also like. funny. and relatable. and interesting. he fucks up and fails a lot and it's okay. he's the comics representation of the everyman and relies on his wits more than his power and his og comics are SO fucked up and have a lot of political commentary and i Love Them. also hes been canonically bi since the 90s so that's a bonus

fc: riz ahmed (listen,,,), matt ryan

hc: he lets people lie to him too often. he lets them say "i'll be okay, i know what i'm getting into," lets them love him even when he knows he shouldn't. he wants to love & be loved so badly that he always tricks himself into thinking that maybe this time it'll be different, maybe this time it'll end okay. it never does.

bonus! what verse: comics & legends of tomorrow & the constantine tv show

kendra saunders, aka hawkgirl

why: in season one she was very much like, seen as the storybook princess who was so perfect and sweet and needed to be saved, but then she said 'i can handle myself' and slayed her OWN dragon and goddammit it was beautiful

fc: ciara renee

hc: there are some days where she cannot get the feeling of vandal savage off of her skin and she scrubs her arms raw but she just feels his hands and it's a living nightmare for her

bonus! what verse: legends of tomorrow

leonard snart, aka captain cold

why: he's very cold and ruthless and calculating but he'd do anything for his sister and his friends and he cannot live with the thought of anyone controlling him. he makes his own fate, he has to, he has to be able to be more than what he was made to be. he became one of the good guys while still retaining his character and ice and danger and he is also Hilariously snarky at all times

fc: wentworth miller

hc: he's not dead he's just trapped in the time stream seeing thousands of possible futures for all of the people he cares about and not able to do anything about it and it it his own personal hell

bonus! what verse: cw's dctv, but i've been looking into his comics too

stephanie brown, aka the spoiler

why: god. GOD. steph refuses to let anyone define her or stop her from reaching her goals and she has been through so much and stays bright and kind as an act of defiance and she is so quiet and so strong that sometimes you can forget she is hurting but the shit she's been through has given her a steel core and god she just shines, she's so perfect

fc: sydney park

hc: im not sure if this is actually canon or just a frequently used hc but she's a pre-med student

bonus! what verse: comics

zari tomaz

why: snarky hacker babe!! she's been through a lot and isn't afraid to let herself be hurting and angry but at the same time she's so so good and has a kind heart and she's usually the voice of reason and im gay for her

fc: tala ashe

hc: she's a lesbian and still in love with amaya

bonus! what verse: legends of tomorrow

#dc #asks #eliza answers #eliza writes #bruce wayne #dinah lance #donna troy #hank hall #harvey dent #john constantine #kendra saunders #leonard snart #stephanie brown #zari tomaz

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iphoenixrising · 5 years

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fam i hope one day you write that ensuing fight between possessive/pit alpha jay and dick who needs to take control of that sitch real quick

Aww fam! Yasss. Thank-you, babe

Here’s the thing: @satire-please and I discussed this fucking ask okay and I cannot, CAN. NOT. write just the fight one. Really, there’s two possible ways the scene after this could go.

Both are very interesting, so, this can be like a choose your own adventure. Pick the fight and fuck or the hurt/comfort. Either way.

For reference: Original Ask, How it came about ask, other Possessive!Jay thing.

How it could have happened:

The low growl rises in pitch just enough–

and the fight is on.

Tim makes some kind of noise, a shout rather than a whine, rising up on his knees the moment Jay’s weight left the bed. He wants to stand, to move, to get between them as fast as he fucking can, the vigilante skimming up his spine, hitting his system with adrenaline to prepare for the fight of his life.

But the Omega in him, sated and satisfied, realizes what’s happening here, and keeps him right there on his knees with rumpled sheets under him, naked and on display as the prize for the winner.

It makes those instincts take notice, to make his already overworked body ready against for the victor because the thought, the sight, the scents of two Alpha males ready to fight over him is doing things to his body he never thought possible (slick is already scenting the air, his thighs are trembling when Dick’s musk gets overpowering from across the room, and Jay is growling so low and dangerous and possessive).

His hands fist in the sheets unconsciously, panting while Dick and Jay circle one another, when the two side-eye him the second he shifts a leg almost off the bed.

“N-No–”

“We have to, Timmy,” is rumbly and low, a whole new tone he’s never, never heard Dick use before. “His Alpha won’t have it any other way.”

“We…we can stop him, just let me–”

“Don’t. Move!” Dick yells a second before he strikes.

And the next twenty minutes are a lesson in how far his patience can possibly stretch while he’s kneeling on the very edge of the bed, gripping the sheet in both fists against his chest, getting unbearably turned on regardless of the circumstance as his Alphas trade fast and furious blows, pull out elite fighting skills, speed and fucking power against one another.

Jay is brutal when he’s riding the Pit, not pulling any punches, using his height advantage with precision and power, counters when he knows all about Dick’s usual to counter more than usual.

Dick is less flare and more get it done, punctuating the point:

He’s the Pack Alpha, and the Omega is his first.

It’s a split moment when their Pack Alpha ducks under Jay’s defense with a blow that takes the bigger Alpha down on his knees, gives Dick enough time to pull the sedative he’d palmed, stepping around to hold one of Jay’s arms and push the plunger down with the other.

He’s going to get decked for the bruise and headache his second will sport in the morning, but tonight, no one is getting hurt, so the ice pack he’ll need in the morning will be completely worth it.

He gently eases Jay down to the floor, running his fingers through the white stripe of hair falling messily over those dazed eyes, the jade flecks fading before his eyes to be natural blue.

“I’m sorry, honey,” is soft between them, his thumb moving over the mating mark. “I’ll cuddle the hell out of you in the morning, I promise.”

There’s a noise, part-huff, part-sigh, Jay’s eyes sluggishly rolling up to meet Dick’s. His hand flops a little, flails a bit before he gets it right, fighting the drugs just to get a little–

“Sugar,” he rasps out, just enough strength left to pull Dickie down to ‘im and kiss him like they ain’t getting a tomorrow.

“Love you,” Dick whispers achingly against his mouth, catching his hand as he goes limp and the fast-acting drug takes effect and Jay is out.

He pulls off his sweatshirt, tucking it under Jay’s head when his sensitive nose picks it up, and slowly, slowly, turns back toward the bed.

Kneeling there, Tim is biting down on his lower lip, knees going a little weak holding his weight when Dick’s eyes take him in.

The low growl reverberates louder, registering over the blood rushing in his ears. He tries to fight the needy whimper working up through his chest by biting down harder.

It comes out anyway because dammit, damn these two, and how stupidly comfortable they’ve made him giving in to his instincts once-and-a-while–

The noise sets Dick off immediately since he’s already riding the Pack Alpha train, his movement across the room almost a blur.

He’s on Tim fast enough to make the Omega’s head spin, his mouth suddenly full of seeking Alpha tongue, and the sheet pretty much ripped out of his hands so those palms can touch him, trace him, torment him, can push him back, grip his neck, thumb his nipples into taunt peaks, slide between his legs to find him slick and ready and on the verge of fucking desperate, can work him even more to make sure he can take another knot.

Even though he’s already hoarse as fuck from Jay’s abrupt change to Pit-riding Alpha Male, he can still scream and cry while Dick pins him down and fucks inside, holding him hard enough to add to the bruises he’s going to be sporting tomorrow.

“Take it, Omega, take what I give you,” huffed against the nape of his neck while he sobs with overstimulation, not knowing if he can–

Spoiler alert: Dick’s knot makes his knees go out on him. and the palm rubbing soothingly over his bloated belly does not help at all.

The Alpha turns him on his side, holds him tightly while they wait out the knot and come down from the intensity of their instincts, and the aftermath of some mind-blowing sex.

They both stare at the unconscious Alpha still on the floor, watching the easy rise-and-fall of his chest until they finally separate.

His knees wobbly, Dick manages to climb off the bed with a pat to Tim’s sore ass and stagger close enough to heft Jay’s big body up in his arms.

Forcing some strength in his arms, Tim wiggles back and tugs up the sheet with one arm, accepting the younger Alpha with the other.

The three of them on the full bed was a squeeze, but Dick fits around any shape in existence so he literally engulfs them both in his arms. Those blue eyes are lidded while he talks to Tim over Jay’s shoulder, purrs to soothe them both, make Jay huff out in his sleep and slap a hand right on the cheek of Dick’s ass with a sharp snap.

Surprisingly awake after such a rough (but stirring) night, Tim dutifully recounts the fight and what set their Alpha Second off the proverbial rails.

He rolls his eyes when Dick sits up to lean over Jay’s hip and take in the finger-shaped bruises along his rib cage.

(C’mon. I get worse fighting The Riddler. And, you know, that guy.)

And nudges Jay over a little with one shoulder to roll on his back and let Dick give in to his Pack Alpha instincts and clean him up a little with a soft, damp cloth. He’d already waved away the offer of a bath because all of them are done for the night.

How it also could have happened (because sometimes I feel the need for angst. Spoiler: remember Dick and Jay were Alpha/Alpha before they found out Tim’s an Omega;)

“Oh…” Tim whimpers faintly when Dick slams into the safehouse, a whirlwind of where’s my Packmates? “Oh no.”

He’s already half gone, hoping Jay would come out of the Pit-haze with this last knotting session, but when their Pack Alpha’s musk hits the air, the arms around him lock down, force him down on the thick knot even harder.

The increased pressure makes a weak noise come out of his chest, and the following bite forcing a final orgasm over him, making the Omega’s eyes roll up in the back of his head, hands tighten on Jay’s restraining arms while he shakes apart.

He’s past the point of being able to scream again, just tangled up in the damn sheet and stuck on a knot that is literally pushing at the back of his throat.

“Pl-Please, Jay,” is a whimper because his thighs are shaking and fighting seems like a thing his knees probably won’t be able to handle right about now.

(He knows he’s that far gone after round…whatever because the hilarious image of Jay trying to fight their Pack Alpha with Tim literally stuck on his dick flashes through his brain pan while the press of the knot against his spot that makes his vision cloud over again.)

He gets a low, dangerous growl in reply, and an A for effort, but Dick is looking from him to Jay, eyes narrowing, the expression calculating, Nightwing making a plan.

“Nnngn! W-wait, he-he’s not–not hurting me, Dick, I promise,” he tries to stammer out, patting and stroking Jay’s tight forearms instead of gripping. “We just…need a little bit to work him down–”

“How many times has he knotted you, Timmy?” Because Dick’s eyes are sliding down his bare body again, tongue darting out to lick his lips.

“I…nngh, I’m not sure. Four, maybe?” But his chest stutters when Jay flexes his hips again, still pumping deep inside.

“Okay, okay, he’s got you nice and fucked out,” Dick’s voice goes from growly to calm just that fast. “I’m going to help talk him down before he hurts you, okay?”

“I don’t know–” is helplessly high-pitched because Jason leans in to latch on to his scent gland and suck. “W-we’ve never brought him out of it together before. I don’t know if I can-can get him calm while you’re here.”

But Dick’s eyes never lose that look, one that could mean fight or fuck. He was never sure which until the last possible second.

“Oh, I think we can do it, Pretty Bird,” and Dick’s voice gentles, his chest starting to rumble in a soft purr, “I think Jay just needs to remember who he belongs to. Nothing sudden, just a little reminder.”

And because Dick Grayson has seen the Pit’s influence before, because it’s Jay, because he’s a vigilante that has to make a plan, a vigilante that’s fought Jason Todd’s own demons more than once–

He knows how he needs to play it, and smiles softly before slowly tilting his head to the side, showing the long line of his throat, the subtle mating mark at the base.

“Jay, it’s me, honey. Just me.” He keeps it soft and low, purring lightly while his scent gets just a little stronger, his musk open and welcoming.

The Alpha stares at him over Tim’s shoulder, eyes narrowing, the growl ending in a soft huff.

“I know it’s hard to remember when you’re like this. It’s just all the Alpha in you trying to fight, to survive, to keep what’s yours.” Dick talks it out gently, turning slightly so he can stare at his mate’s eyes over their Omega’s shoulder. “But it’s okay, honey. I’m yours too, aren’t I?” And deliberately, he runs his tongue over his bottom lip and leans forward on his hands. “Me and Timmy…we’re both yours, aren’t we?”

Those eye with too much jade blink at him, some of the tension from his shoulders easing down, coming to the realization he’s not going to have to fight for the Omega in his arms. He turns out of Tim’s neck, chin tilting up to scent the air again, to lock onto Dick’s musk.

“That’s it, Little Wing. Scent me, really scent me. If it takes you some time to remember me, us, then it’s okay. I’m not leaving you. Jason, I’m. Not. Leaving. You.” And it’s a gamble when he slowly lifts one hand, palm up, hoping Jay will reach for him, will remember how much he used to cling to Dick in the early days of their relationship, how he needed to obsessively check-in with Nightwing to make sure he was still up and moving.

(“Can’t lose ya now, Dickie. Not after I finally got cha ya where I want ya.”

“Honestly Jay, it’s going to take a hell of a lot more than Gotham’s worst to keep me away. You know that, right?”)

And Tim feels it. Where his back is pressed up against Jay’s chest tightly, just the smallest hitch in the panting breath, how the hold loses some intensity. There’s a soft noise over his shoulder, low and oddly fragile when Jay sees that hand outstretched and open. It’s only natural Tim tries to help, turns his head as much as he can to look at the Alpha’s expression, to see the struggle there, the fight against the Pit’s influence and his own Alpha nature. He nuzzles against the side of Jay’s face, raises a shaky hand to pat the arm around his chest.

“D-Dickie….” is more growl than actual words, “A-Alpha.”

“It’s me, honey,” and Dick’s voice is so gentle, so full of affection, his hand still out while he takes cautious steps forward. “I want to hold you, want to touch my beautiful mate. God, Jay, you smell so good, just like home, just like our bed in the morning.”

The shudder against Tim’s back is more obvious this time, something that releases more tension in Jay’s shoulders and arms. He tries to nuzzle against Jay’s jugular, patting the restraining arm again until the hold loosens up (and no, he’s not wondering how Dick and Jay’s bed smells in the morning because it’s not really his place is it? This, the three of them, is just about some A’s helping out an O, right? It’s the Pit and Jay’s instincts that come after him, the Omega. That’s all it can be, all they can be, and really…it’s fine).

The next noise is closer to a whine, an Alpha in pain, in shock, in need, calling out to his Pack, and Tim can feel the fine tremble starting against him, signs Jay is coming out of the haze. He tries to shift, biting down on his lower lip at the feel the knot stretching him, still locked in place. And he hopes he can get off Jay’s lap so Dick can take over since this seems to be working more than just, you know, being a warm hole to knot.

But he made a mistake shifting because those arms tighten back down, the Alpha’s gaze snapping to his face, lip curling off his teeth.

“Whoa. Honey, Jaybird,” Dick holds out both hands, placating, “you’ve knotted him…a lot. He’s probably uncomfortable, maybe sore. We need to take care of him, right?”

Tim tries to keep himself from flinching at how terrible that sounds (it’s just because he’s an Omega, isn’t it?), but the twinge draws Jay’s attention back to him, and the Alpha eases up his grip to slide both hands around him to rub his heavy belly.

“I know, honey,” Dick smiles gently, “you just want to be a good Alpha. It’s okay, you are.” He’s finally close enough to lay a hand on Jason’s forearm, to kneel by the bed and smile up at the other Alpha endearingly. “You’ve come so far, and we’ve worked so hard. You know you’re more than this. Isn’t it time to come back?”

When Jay doesn’t jerk away from the hold, doesn’t attack immediately, Dick sighs in relief and runs his fingers down that forearm, pausing on familiar scars. “C’mon, honey. I’m waiting for you.”

Abruptly, Jason Todd makes a harsh noise, hands falling away from Tim’s belly. He moves to grip Dick’s hand tight, his shoulders shuddering.

Luckily, Tim can absolutely miss all the awkward coming after this little sitch because the knot shrinks down enough for him to pull himself off with a wet noise, and scramble off the bed to snatch his boxers and suit up from the floor, hold them in front of his body.

Dick takes his place fast, already up on his knees, wrapping both arms around Jay and holding the Alpha hard against his chest, purring against the top of his head, soothing the shakes away.

“It’s okay, Little Wing, it’s okay,” murmured gently in the din while Tim makes his trembling knees work just long enough to get him to the bathroom and lightly close the door. He pants softly, sinking down to sit on the floor, clutching his clothes to his chest (their marks on one another are fucking beautiful, but it’s so stupid to want what he can’t have).

He gives himself a minute or so, shutting down his thoughts, trying to block out his inner Omega wailing because he left them, because while he knows he isn’t their Omega, the instincts in him (maybe more than just instincts) crave to be.

Biting down on his lower lip, one hand strays to his overly full belly, a slight curve under his palm, and it’s a crazy thing how horrified he’d been when the idea Ra’s might force him to have an heir, but if the young had been Dick’s or Jay’s–

Tim snatches his hand back, erasing the thought immediately. He’s on birth control, he’s a vigilante, he’s the leader of the Titans, and he’s only been with the Alphas through potentially dangerous Heats. Once his body evens out, everything…everything will go back to the way it was.

The achingly empty spot in his chest throbs for a terrible moment, the grief of his inner Omega, before he can tamp it down, push it to the back of his thoughts, and try to get himself together.

“Timmy?” The knock on the door is who knows how much later, but he’s only managed to get his boxers on, standing wobbly to try getting back into his body suit.

“How is he?” Is the first thing out of his mouth.

“It’s okay, he’s back now. Tim, are you–?”

“You should take him home, Dick. He needs some time.”

“I’m planning on it. I hit up B for a ride. Car is already on its’ way. We need to get you dressed and ready to go, too.”

“I’m fine. I can get to the Perch from here.”

“Oh, no. I’m not leaving you, Tim.” The door knob twists, the door trying to open up against his back. Well, body block FTW. “Let me in.”

“I’m fine, Dick. You need to worry about him right now.”

“I can worry about anyone I want, Timmy. I can have my cake and eat it too. We’re all going back to my place to cuddle. Like, now, so let me in so I can help you get into your suit.”

“You’re a good Alpha, Dick, but I don’t have any more blockers, and we can’t risk my scent setting him off again. It’s safer for everyone–”

“Tim, if you don’t want to be around Jay, I understand. He literally just–”

“It’s not that! He didn’t hurt me!”

“He still–”

“No! I mean, that’s not why–”

“Then let me in, Baby.” The door presses up against his back again, and Tim quickly zips up his body suit, feeling better to have this convo now that he’s partially dressed. When he straightens up, Dick takes immediate advantage and slides through the door with Tim’s boots and cape. He drops them carelessly, those blue eyes taking him in from head to foot.

“Seriously, Dick–” with a little crossing his arms over his chest, starting out no-nonsense, I-am-an-island, we’ve all taken worse beatings than that, and ending with the logical he needs you right now, and you need to make sure he’s okay– listen to your inner Pack Alpha.

The immediate octopus hold and purring Alpha suddenly up in his business stops those placations from pouring out (deflection denied!), Dick pretty much scooping him up to nuzzle at his face–

(and make sure he can’t escape out the window)

–to start talking in that same low, surpy voice that just gets to the core of him. “You did so well, Baby, taking care of Jay. You were amazing.”

And one of Dick’s big hands runs soothingly down his spine, making his tense muscles ease.

“You could have run, or you could have tranqued him, but instead you helped work him down while he was awake, when his Alpha took over. You gave him the Omega he needed. You took care of our Pack Mate when he was literally insane.”

And his feet touch the ground so Dick can slide a hand up in his hair and scratch lightly at his scalp, “you deserve a nice bath and some dinner before we put you to bed for the day. You’ve earned it, Baby.”

Well… that does sound kind of nice.

Since he knows he’s not going to win this little sitch, especially when Jason shows up, bracing his hand against the doorframe, looking shaky as fuck, his eyes more blue than green, and his hands are fucking desperate with apologies, Tim lets the two of them muscle him back into the safehouse to gather his harness and utility belt. He fishes out a domino since Jay can’t stand to be in the helmet and tolerates the hand fisted in his cape while they climb down the side of the building to the waiting car in the alley.

He doesn’t fight Jay getting in the back seat with him while Dick drives, and agreeably sits on the Alpha’s lap during the ride, pointedly not focusing on how good the big, gloved hand feels palming his belly. He gets a few minutes to sink into the grey between sleep and awake, losing the soft conversation between Dick and Jay as the car glides through Gotham.

The door opening rouses his Robin instincts before the Omega, making him snap-to, avoiding the instinctual lunge by a hair when Jay latches on to his wrist and pulls him back.

The familiar Alpha scent is what makes him shake it off and climb out of the nice Lexus like a good vigilante.

He and Jay take the side fire escape because they’re still in suits as Dick goes inside to unlock the windows the easy way.

Instead of starting the climb, the Hood fires his gauntlet grapple and sweeps an arm around Red Robin’s waist and they fly into the night with his cape flaring out behind them.

The bath is already running and Dick maneuvers right around his excuses, stripping him down before he realizes he’s naked again. He only manages to divert Dick away from getting in the bath with him by reminding how much they don’t want Jay to be alone right now while shoving the older Alpha out the door.

It’s not long after that he’s in a borrow t-shirt, The Cure, that almost hangs down to his knees and sweatpants bunching up at the ankles (and no, his inner Omega isn’t finally fucking satisfied being literally covered in the scent of both Alphas, that’s just asking for trouble…fuck), his legs on Jay’s lap while the Alpha feeds him bites of a sandwich between sips of Gatorade.

Dr. Strange is on low when he starts to nod off again, and wakes up in the morning sandwiched between the two Alphas in their bed.

It’s the answer he did and didn’t want, on how Dick and Jay’s bed smells, feels, in the morning, but it is a terrifying realization–

–how much like home it seems to be.

#winter answers #aob #tagged for anon #dick grayson #tim drake #jason todd #alpha!dick #Alpha!jay #omega!tim #possessive!Jay #choose your endings #my drab #my writing

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Kiss (Gotham!The Riddler x reader)

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Easter

You know what that means?

…

Spring break!

Yaaas!

Finally!!

You and your roommates have been waiting for this vacations for months!

You three shared a dorm over at Lynchburg College. For months you heard them planning their trip to Florida when they gave you the perfect idea.

You were going on vacations too!

Where?

hmmm…..Oh, i know!

To Gotham city!

///*\\\

It had just stopped raining when you arrived over to the Gotham Royal hotel, one of the best (if not The best) hotel in the city.

As you checked in, the young man behind the desk gave you a smile as he gave you your keys to your royal suite. You smiled back as you thanked him, the man’s work partner smiles too as she gifts you with a huge basket with your favorite fruits and sweets.

You smile brightly and thank them, walking slowly with both your new basket and your bags over to the elevator.

A few minutes later, you were putting your folded clothes in the closet as the bag laid in the big table.

The room was amazing.

Big with lots of natural light, a big soft bed with silky sheets. A big couch and a tv with also a big table. The bathroom was impressive, with a big bathtub with massage, a shower and fancy comfy towels.

As you finished putting everything on its place you smiled and checked the time.

Hmmm...It's pretty late, so you decided to have a quick breakfast in a good coffee shop you’ve heard non-stop since you arrived.

Gotham Cafe

After that you’ll go sightseeing for a bit and look for a clothe shop or sewing store to buy some new cute fabrics for your new designs.

You never thought you’ll also meet a charming beautiful man there that would steal your heart!

///*\\\

You entered the rather small coffee shop to be greeted by the soft hum of peoples talking and the sweet smell of coffee and freshly made croissants.

You had been kinda busy going over the photos you made about some adorable kittens in Gotham’s park and also a few beautiful flowers you had just seen in books before.

So far you were loving it here!

You had been so distracted that you didn’t see the tall man in a fancy silky suit as you bumped into him, letting out a soft yelp of surprise.

You apologized profusely, embarrassedly looking down at your spilled books as the man tries to calm you as he helps you pick your books.

Quickly as you snatched the last book from the floor, you apologized again and ran to the counter, cheeks burning hot.

Not realizing you had left your Design notebook in the hands of the suited man.

He smiled.

“Cute.” He grins as he pulls his bowler hat on his head and walks to the counter too, being immediately greeted as he peeped on your book.

///*\\\

As you finished ordering your french toast and Orange juice the man from before coughed softly as he smirked.

“ Hello, miss (l/n)” He greeted, charmingly.

You jumped a bit surprised as you turn to him. Your cheeks blush as you stare at the handsome man.

He had nice brown hair and beautiful eyes behind metal glasses that framed his eyes, nice cheekbones and a breath-taking smirk.

You let a flustered shy “Hello” back

“Nice going, (n/n)” You thought as you chewed on your lower lip softly.

He let a charming laugh as you smile back.

“ Beautiful designs, I must say. I’ve never seen such beautiful designs.” He smirked.

“T-thank you…?’”You confused looked at him, thinking how would he know. “Wait how did you-” You sighs as he smiles, his knowing eyes telling you you already knew the answer.

And you did, honestly.

He noticed as he smiled and held your book out for you. You blushed harder as you grabbed it from him, your fingers touch for a bit as you two look at each other for a long while.

“ Have someone ever told you that you’re more enchanting that all the words in a book?” He smiled at your flustered state.

“I-Okay, thats kinda cute.” You smiled. “ Almost as cute as your dimples.” You wink, as now he was the one blushing.

“ Oh? Well clearly you must have been told once that you’re more beautiful than any goddess? I will be your worshipper,my queen.” he says, as he kisses your hand.

You were blushing madly at the last line, as you softly“ Your eyes are like pools i’d love to swim in...such perfection...” You said, as effectively you got lost in his eyes until...

“ Miss, your order” The waitress says kindly as she holds your order for you,. You smile as you thank her, slighty out of it because you were on your fantasyland just now.

The man was waiting for you on a small table, holding a coffee on his hand. You shyly smiled as you took a seat.

“My name’s Edward, Edward Nygma. Thought you may call me Ed.” He smiles. You smile back.

“ I’m (Y/n), (Y/N) (L/n). But you kinda knew.” You smiled sheepishly. He smiles back.

You two talk for what feel like ages. He told you how he was Mayor’s Cobblepot chief of staff. You told him how you were a college student with the dream of becoming a fashion designer. The Two of you bonded over liking Riddles, Reading. Also you complimented him for his suit choice. A very good suit honestly.

He blushed slightly as you smiled at him.

You liked him.

You liked him a lot.

///*\\\

As you listened to Ed talk about his last work you finished your juice and smiled at him. He smiled back.

The two of you keep looking at each others with a complexity behind your eyes as your faces came closer.

Suddenly your phone beeped, breaking you from the fantastic view that was Mr. Nygma.

You blushed madly, coughing to cover for your embarrassment.

“ Im so sorry! I must go, I want to go sightseeing before I look for a sewing store!” You said as you gathered your books.

He got up too as he held the other half of your books and held a hand out for you.

“ Then let me be your guide, I’ll give you the best tour of all of gotham!” He smiled, his eyes light with happiness.

He was nice, cute and handsome so you weren’t going to say no.

“Sure! Sounds very good to me” You smiled as you hold to his arm.

“Then, my lady.” He said kissing your wrist sweetly, making you blush. “ Welcome to Gotham.”

///*\\\

Ed was a total sweetheart.

And oh my, Were you in love with the man.

OKay okay, it’s a bit cliche I know! But he and you just...clicked. He was the perfect man for you!

You two got so many things in common!

That’s what your thoughts were as him and you went out of the sewing store, he holding your bags with the new fabric like a gentleman. You smiled, thinking what a wonderful day it had been.

First he had taken you to an even more impressive than the Gotham’s garden. Then he took you around main street and the business there. After he saw you looking with a bright smile at a tv showing an ice skating competition, he took you to Gotham’s ice ring. Where, with his connections, you were able to skate for a bit.

You smiled at him, cheeks rosy as he talked about how he wishes to soon see your work completed. You smiled at him and told him he would be the first to see, to which he gave you a weird deep look that you brushed back.

“ I should go back to the hotel, it’s almost dinner time” You frown, wishing to stay with him a little while longer.

“Oh! How about we go to a nice italian restaurant I know? It’s the best in the city, besides I want to spend more time with you. You're so...fascinating” He smiles. You blush and chew your lip.” My treat” He kisses your hand sweetly, his beautiful eyes look into yours and you knew the answer.

“ Sure! sounds perfect to me!”

But let’s be honest, no one can say No to his cuteness.

He smiles as he guides you to his car.

///*\\\

In the end took you to beautiful restaurant, which looked really expensive for a college student. It smelled wonderful in there, as if they took a slice of Italy back into Gotham.

You and him took seat in the best table of the restaurant. Still chattering over the last scientific theories you had read about.

While you effusively tells him about your personal favorite, on his imagination, his dark side materialized next to you, he whispered to him his deepest desires of keeping you and never letting you go. About how perfect you were for each others. How beautiful and smart you were.

You could keep with his talks.

And he really, really loved that.

As he looked at you with lovestruck eyes the food arrived.

Before his dark self disappeared it kissed your cheek as you held your plate of (f/pasta).

“Don’t let her go, Ed” It smirked at the suited male.

“Oh I won't.” He thought to himself as he smiled sweetly at you. “ I will do everything to make her stay with me.”

///*\\\

After you finished eating, Ed suggested a walk around the property. Turns on the owners had a big beautiful garden full of flowers and plants naturally from the Tuscany of Italy. As you and ed walked around, the moonlight setting a comfortable romantic air, he stopped suddenly, making you bump into his back softly.

“ Sorry, Seems like I like bumping into you, must be magnetism” You joked/flirted. But the seriousness in his face made you stop.

His cool hand touched your cheek sweetly as his hand wrapped around your waist.

“E-edward?” You asked, blushing madly as he pulls you closer.

“ Riddle me this, (Y/n)...” His deep voice says softly, lips brush against yours

“I am just two and two.

I am hot. I am cold.

I am the parent of numbers that cannot be told.

I am a gift beyond measure, a matter of course.

I am given with pleasure when taken by force.

What am I?”

You were so mesmerized by his passionate eyes that your lips parted, tongue dried and cheeks aflame, with a small voice you answered.

“-a K-Kiss-” Your sweet voice said but soon was cut off as his chapped lips slammed into yours in a sweet soft kiss.

Your first kiss.

Oh snap it was wonderful.

You were surprised, nonetheless. But soon your eyelids closed as your hands buried in his soft dark locks, your lips followed his, shyly and nervously. It was quickly wash away as he pulled you flush in an hug, deepening the kiss as your lips caressed and worshipped each others.

A soft moan escaped from your swollen lips as his forehead joined yours.

“ (Y/N), I like you...i like you so much. I’ve never liked anyone quite like i like you…” He caresses your cheek sweetly, smiling and blushing. Glasses slightly ajar from the kiss. You pull them straight as you smile at his cuteness “ I think-no, I am in love with you. I want to get to know you more, i want to be with you...Please, Would you go with me?” His blush was redder than the roses in the garden, he looked gorgeous with the moonlight caressing his features.

After a bit you smiled, the surprise was quickly changed by love as you kiss his lips chastely.

“ I thought this was already a date, Ed” You winked, making him smile softly and murmur a “yeah, it kinda was” with a sheepish look. “ But Yes. Yes i will. “ You hold his chin as your plump lips kiss his. “ I love you too, Ed. A lot” His smile was bright and loving as he peppered sweet kisses on your cheeks. “ Thought, you've stolen something from me.” You smirk.

“ Oh yeah? What, my beautiful princess?” He smirks back, hugging you and pulling you close. his lips glued to yours.

“ Riddle me this...If you break me, i do not stop working. if you touch me, i may be snared. if you lose me, nothing will matter…” You whisper seductive.

He smiles as he pulls you deeply into a kiss.

“ Your heart.” He sighs against your lips as you share a passionate kiss under the moonlight.

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curious-menace · 3 years

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Riddler hug/cuddling Headcanons

so like. no excuse for this, its pure self indulgence but tbh id kinda like a hug so im imagining how these nerds might give me one.

warning, i got very carried away with writing.

Arkham !Riddler

oh boy arkham riddler REALLY needs a hug. he is probably the most touch starved of all the riddlers, definitely the most clingy. he is too afraid of being hurt, physically or emotionally, to be the one to initiate the hug and if you come to him he will absolutely fight it. at the start anyway.

he’s going to cry if you give him a decent hug. he’s been so high strung for so long that a simple touch like that is going to send him overboard.

it starts off with him a stiff as a board, tense incase he needs to run away. but once he realises you wont hurt him he’ll start to relax a little, he usually crosses his arms across your back, under your arms rather than over. he also likes to rest his head in the crook of your neck.

like i said, he’ll probably cry at some point, so he becomes tense again as his shoulders shake, he starts to dig his hands into your back for fear you’ll let go. he keeps burying his head into your neck/shoulder so you cant see how red his face and eyes have gotten. he’s embarrassed to be like this over a hug, especially around you.

after that he will always be in your space. he’ll want to lie across you on the sofa, sit in his lap/ him sit in your lap while he works on his computer and he literally cannot sleep at night unless you have at least one arm draped across his back ( but preferably let him curl up in your arms completely )

he’s quite boney tbh. when you hug him you can feel his ribs and spine, he really likes to press his entire body to yours. He also hugs quite hard so don't be surprised if you lose your balance when he runs to you.

Blacklight! Riddler

blacklight riddler used to be like arkham riddler, he was touch starved and desperate for affection. But unlike arkham riddler, he actually receives hugs on a regular basis.

He’s around 5ft8 so he is a great height for giving and receiving hugs. if you are smaller than him he likes to rest his head on top of your head , maybe give optional head smooches while hes at it. if you're taller than him he likes to press his face into your chest/neck, especially if this is a comforting hug. Your scent is calming to him

he hugs kinda weird. its always one arm over your shoulder and one under your arm. He also likes to sneak up on you, rest his chin on your shoulder while he’s hugging you. strange but at least they're warm and soft.

i've mentioned before he likes to sleep in people's laps, but he enjoys being big spoon just as much as little spoon. he likes having people sit between his legs but he is very fidgety, don't expect it to last for long.

he’s not clingy persay, but he does love sharing space with people. hes a “give them an inch and they’ll take a mile” kind of person when it comes to personal space.

the only time he doesn't like hugs (rare as that is) is when he’s having a meltdown/implosion. SOMETIMES he likes deep pressure to calm himself but it should really come from something like a T-jacket or a weighted blanket. if you touch him when he’s like that it’ll just stress him out more. just use your words and give him some space. Later, when hes calm or if he’s feeling embarrassed about having a meltdown/implosion somewhere people can see him, that's the time he’ll want comfort.

BTAS! Riddler

this riddler is a bit touch adversed. he usually tolerates hugs in a social setting but just about. other people touching him, particularly people he doesn't know well , sets his teeth on edge.

its different with people he knows, however. he’s very casual with his hugs, and very happy to have You in his personal bubble. even if its just tossing an arm around your waist or shoulder as you walk, its nice to be near a comforting presence like you are to him. he’s fond of hugs that don't close you both in, even though he can usually see over the top of you, it makes him feel claustrophobic

hes pretty tall, you’d be hard pressed to be level with him so he usually hugs by putting his arms around your shoulders, maybe crossing his wrists at the back of your neck. as he is so tall, most peoples hugs on him will probably be around the waist. don't be surprised if he bends down to give you a quick peck or head bump while you're hugging him.

Its sometimes hard for him to spoon given he is quite tall, but he doesn't really mind what position you maneuver into to give him cuddles. he likes to rest against people while sitting on a sofa or lie with his head on your shoulder in bed

He gives good comforting hugs, he’s naturally very warm both in personality and temperature . lots of “oh darling dry those eyes” or “there there my love” with head pats and soft cooing . he wont even complain if you mess up his suit by balling your hands in the fabric or crying all over his sleeves. and he REALLY likes his suits.

can be a little patronising with the head pats but honestly, he is a gentle giant type guy, he doesn't mean to be rude, everyone is just so small compared to him he cant help but treat them like kids sometimes.

Original!Riddler

another tall lad, but he’s like one of those big dogs who doesn't know he’s big. He is friend shaped, gives excellent hugs that are very warm and all encompassing. you would feel very safe getting a hug from this riddler

the only danger is being squished a little. sometimes he doesn't quite know his own strength when it comes to hugs.he’s particularly bad at this while cuddling in bed. if he’s half asleep and you try to move away, he might reflexively latch on and inadvertently hurt you in the process. the utter horror of thinking he’s hurt you is enough to make him not want to be near you for a few days while he apologises profusely .

he is very lanky, his hugs can wrap all the way around you until his arms are nearly touching him on the other side. only a small risk of being suffocated.

he likes it when his partner jumps for him, into a hug so he can catch them and spin them in his arms. no idea why, guess he’s just a dramatic dance kid at heart. he also prefers to be little spoon with a special fondness for partners who completely wrap themselves around him like a warm, scenintient backpack

likes lying under a blanket on the sofa, his face pressed into your tummy with his arms around your back. you can use him as a table if you like, he wont mind. His back is always sore ( probably because he lies like this a lot) so he appreciates back rubs while hugging .

mooves around in his sleep too much to be constrained by cuddling. if you try and hold onto him it’ll either be like riding a bucking bull or trying to get out of quicksand, no inbetween. he sleeps like a dead man too so good luck waking him if you’re uncomfortable.

telltale! Riddler

hugs are few and far between. doesnt hug much, even at home. He likes to use hugs to show off or rather, show you off. he likes having some one pretty on his arm for casual, public cuddling as a power move.

has occasional nightmares about what SANTUS did to him and as a side effect of the LOTUS. this is one of the rare times he’ll tolerate and even expect to be held and cuddled by you. he needs something like the pressure from a good ,long hug to ground him back in reality, in the here and now.

in public he’s most likely to throw his arm around your waist or shoulder, quite possessive if i'm honest. he can be a little rough at times, gripping your shoulder or waist a little too hard when someone is pissing him off or making a move on you. he has left bruises but its never intentional. he’s a lot stronger than the average man and sometimes he forgets that.

in private he’s a little more relaxed. sometime he just likes to share space, like having your legs over him on the sofa. sometimes hes more demanding and wants you to sit in his lap with your arms draped over him.

He demands a lot of you, but never physical contact. if he wanted a hug he would simply stand and wait for you to initiate it. likewise, he’ll always ask for your permission before he comes into your space.

He likes to hug from behind and often picks you up off the ground, whatever way he’s hugging you. He likes to show off how strong he is despite being one of the shorter riddlers.

Zero year!Riddler

his idea of cuddling is resting a body part on you. he might stretch his legs over yours, intertwine them while sleeping or use you as a pillow while he reads. Hes not great at being big spoon tbh; if you want him to do much more than just chilling there and letting you do the work, youll need to tell him.

like btas riddler, he’s a human furnace. he just radiates heat all times of the year. good for warming up in the winter, bad for not sticking to one another in the summer. He’s basically a big cat. cuddles on his terms, paws at you when he wants something and pushes you away when he doesn't.

thinks he’s a smooth mfer when it comes to cuddling and spooning. has 100% done that old yawn, stretch and slide an arm around you thing that all teenagers think is the height of sophisticated moves. it only works sometimes though, more often than not he’ll simply huff and drag you towards him from the other side of the bed or sofa and demand hugs.

hes another tall riddler. he likes to use his height to his advantage by hugging you around your head so you cant escape. he also likes to have a hand on your head and one on your shoulder, sort of like he’s shielding you from something. it can be nice but sometimes, you do need to see where you're going.

he likes to press his face into your chest/breasts just for badness. he has large hands so he can almost wrap them around your sides and back at the same time for maximum squish. he doesn't often press his entire body into you while you hug but when he does, oh boy i hope you don't have plans. you wont be leaving for a while.

he likes to cuddle in weird places. like you might be riding the subway and he’ll sneakily link his arm with yours and rest his head on your shoulder. maybe you're eating dinner and he’s trying to twist your legs together with his. maybe you're minding your own business on the sofa, he’ll try to slip between you and the cushions so you're practically sitting on him instead.

OH BOY THIS TOOK MUCH LONGER THAN I THOUGHT. WOOPS THERE GOES THE ENTIRE DAY.

lmao i had fun so i guess it was time well spent.

got anymore headcanons you want to talk about? wana ask me something specific about riddler? hmu with an ask, im always happy to talk about our favorite curious menace💜💚

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curious-menace · 3 years

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Batman has put on a bit of quarantine weight (he could lose it but he's like fuck it I'm cool with having a muffin top) and his villains take notice how would they all react to slightly softer looking batman bonus if one of villains is like supportive like you look adorable all chubby bats..like a cuddly bat plush.

dad bod batman.

that is all.

jk here are some headcanons

Penguin

well he’s a lil chubby himself so i doubt he’s going to be in a position to throw any stones in this particular glass house. You could argue that batman looks the same since some men look really fat when its actually muscle. think rugby players, professional weight lifters (not body builders thats all for show) and maybe professional boxers? look at albert king in arkham knight. he’s chubby but he’s a brick wall! either way i dont think penguin will be treating him any different. batman can still punch his lights out and now with a bit of extra weight? he’s going to hit like a runaway train.

TwoFace

Again, he doesnt spend much time looking at batmans ass while he’s running away from him. he might make some jokes about how batman weights if he landed on him for a take down, maybe joke like catwoman about needing a few more notches in his utility belt. To be honest, this whole quarantine isolation thing has him a bit down in the dumps. he’s probably just happy to see another human being, even if it is batman.

Ivy

Shes teasing but not mean, like selina. shes loving quarantine life. nobody bothers her and she’s free to be with her plants all day long. she’s basically just chilling in the botanic gardens, since its closed due to not being an essential service. when batman shows up to check on her, she notices something is different but doesnt pin point it right away. but when he jumps down from the rafters and makes her glass herb gardens rattle she burst out laughing. again, shes not being mean, she just genuinely finds this hilarious that even the great batman has put on a few pounds in lock down. yes, she is loving the new look, softer around the edges and better for sitting on if he was under mind control

Scarecrow

i mean this in the nicest way possible but scarecrow literally does not give one tiny fuck. he’s gotten so much work done in lockdown without people bothering him, he’s soo deep in his research that he doesn't even notice batman approach. he does freak the fuck out , flinging vials of his new toxin 10 feet in the air in fright when he turns around and batman is standing there. the vials land far enough away that they aren't in any danger. still Stawman is pissed that batman just had to show up right then and scare the piss out of him. but he hasn't seen another human in like 3 months and since his research is ruined, he asks batman to stay for a few minutes. there's nothing technically illegal afoot in his lab right now, so why not see how crane is holding up? he sits in one of scarecrow old chairs that groans like a dying animal under his weight. scarecrow might raise an eyebrow but he’s not going to stay anything, not right now anyway.

Riddler

oh thank GOD ! another human being! riddler is glad, actually fuckin glad to see batman. he’s been so BORED since lockdown started he actually contemplated kidnapping some people just so he’d have company. i made a joke once that you cant gag any riddler because they’ll just store it up and ramble more later. this is exactly what happens with batman when riddler spots him , he’s speaking so fast the flash would have trouble understanding him “Come in batman, sit down make yourself comfortable, not in that chair that’s a deathtrap ive been working on. have you put on a little weight? nevermind im sure you can work it off in my newest puzzle its very- wait where are you going?!” speaking of bat plushies , riddler absolutely has a batman plush on his desk that he likes to ramble at. when the real bats leaves he makes a mental note to put some more stuffing into plushie batman.

Harley

Harley hugs batman. i guess its ok, she might as well be part of his bubble for all the time they spend together. she notices right away hes put on a few but shes not one to complain. makes him soft, its a nice change from jokers bones and refusal to give her even a head pat. Batman is a softie at heart, he cant bring himself to push her away. she’s mostly compliments about him looking soft and chubby and invites to stay with her or wont he please please please take her to the batcave shes so bored and she misses the robins, god help her she even misses the other rogues. she also misses going outside but technically a cave isnt outside so shes not breaking any rules and surely there must be enough room to be socially distant in a place that size. batman disappears for a few hours, seemingly ignoring her request . he returns with plushies of all the rogues and batfam, and a special bat patterned facemask just for her. this earns him another not so socially distant hug with harley possibly not quite copping a feel of his new love handles and plump butt.

this was very silly but an enjoyable write, thank you for the prompt nonnie! i must admit, im more like scarecrow than harley. i like being inside, but i worry im getting to use to it and if things return to normal (relatively speaking) i wont want to go back out again.

i suppose that's a problem for future shep right?

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Arkham Scarecrow SFW Alphabet

im really enjoying writing arkham scarecrow. maybe ill do something similar to my random riddler headcanons posts with some scarecrows

long post under the cut

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Uhhh, the short answer is no. Jonathan is almost wholly incapable of what most people would term “affection”. His idea of loving is not using you for his experiments, only giving you small doses to build up your immunity( not that that will stop him from enjoying watching you panic). Jonathan leans heavily on gifts and words of affirmation as his language of love ( assuming he can even feel that emotion). He calls you “my dear” and “my darling” or once “my pumpkin” if he had too much to drink.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Jonathan would make a good friend if he could ever be wrangled into admitting it. He’s a complete bastard, but he's a loyal bastard. He always goes above and beyond for his friends but it's always in a “aw shit. My favorite idiot needs help AGAIN?!” begrudging , kind of way. You probably met in university/college and if you've stuck with him this long he’d be hard to get rid of.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He never asks for cuddles and is pretty touch adversed as a rule. Sometimes though, He simply plonks himself in your space and expects you to know what he wants. Usually it's gentle backrubs/strokes like you would with a child. Sometimes he just wants your warmth to sooth his aching body. He’s heavier than he was in Arkham asylum but still very underweight so you shouldn't have too much trouble moving him into a comfortable position.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Absolutely not. I'm not convinced this man owns more than his books and the burlap sack on his back ,never mind a home. He has plans to take the cloudburst on tour, to go cross country and then across the world spreading fear. That would be a little difficult if he had gotham mortgage sending him nasty emails every other day about missed payments. While he can cook and clean, I doubt you'd want to eat anything he made. Ignoring his filthy hands, he's probably laced it with fear toxin or a lethal amount of hot sauce.

His homemade cleaning chemicals are pretty stellar mind you. They can get blood, piss or tears out of anything.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Scarecrow really is a ride or die kinda guy. If you've wormed your way into his life then he’s going to do literally everything and anything to keep you in it. He’s not above making you dependent on him for safety just to keep you around longer. He’s not a total monster to the people he cares about mind you. If you really didn't want to be with him, he’d let you go….eventually.

I'm not sure he fully understands the concept of a “breakup”on his end. He gets that you don't see eachother anymore but I don't think he quite grasps that it's not because one party is dead. There's a 99% chance he’ll use you for his fear toxin experiments as a way of kicking you to the kerb. If you wake up in a ditch with a text that says “we’re through” you should consider yourself lucky.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

I canon arkham scarecrow as having been engaged at one point in his life, possibly around the time of origins. I can imagine his partner gave him a “me or the fear toxin” ultimatum which has led to the man you know now. Despite how he looks, how he speaks and acts, he’s still open to the idea of a partner. He’s a loyal man who can't stand backstabbers, he’d appreciate someone like a spouse/husband/wife to have his back. If he decided he wanted to get married he’d propose almost immediately. It might be more of a business or thesis type proposal with lots of talking rather than flowers and wine and you're likely to be married as soon as you said yes.

He has a tiny pumpkin ring saved for the occasion. Something like this (image credit https://www.banggood.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He’s gentle, in a creepy way unsurprisingly. He was a little stronger than the average man before the incident with croc, all that cardio and fighting with batman made him a skinny legend amongst the rogues for how well he could fight. Now? He couldn't fight his way out of a paper bag. Mostly he's calm and soft, especially when you wouldn't expect him to be. He can still be an emotionally manipulative person but chances are good you're smart enough to see right through him. Calling him on his bs is actually a good way to endear yourself to him. He likes a challenge and he loves it when people think they can outsmart him.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Hmm. yes and no. Scarecrow is severely touch adversed, but...It's not like with Riddler; Edward is on the autism spectrum and genuinely gets overstimulated by a lot of physical contact, he doesn't usually enjoy it unless under specific circumstances. Scarecrow WANTS to be hugged and held on occasion, but the mere thought of someone in his personal bubble sends his hackles up.

When he first woke up after the asylum, he clung to you like a lampent. Scarecrow gives and recieves hugs like someone who needs them to breath.Your warmth soothes the aching pain when even drugs couldn't . By the time of Arkham Knight he’s grown cold and distant. His hugs are few and far between and unusually half hearted even when he initiates them. Maybe he’s just preoccupied with batman.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

I doubt he’d ever say the words ``i love you” but he’s absolutely going to quote love poetry at you, recite lines from his favorite literature “shall i compare you to a summer's day” and all that. That’s far better than a simple “i love you” right?

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Jonathan is sort of one note when it comes to expressing frustration. Coffee machine not working? Melt it down into fear toxin vials. Line at the grocery store? Gas everyone out of his way. He doesnt get mad, he gets even. He’s not a super jealous person, he’s probably the most secure in himself out of all the rogues in Gotham bar Selina and ivy. But when something does hit his jealousy bone just right? LORD HE IS TERRIBLE.

Unless you were the instigator, you are 100% safe but the poor soul who made the mistake of flirting with you will never see the light of day again.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

He can't really kiss to be honest. He lacks a lot of lip tissue and tongue dexterity for deep smooching. He’s quite happy to give you little pecks on the cheek but anywhere else will get sloppy and he's not a fan of that. Jonathan has actually started to bump you with his head like a cat in lieu of kisses. Rare as it is, when he wants kisses he has a tendency to nuzzle into the crook of your neck or rest his head on your shoulder. He likes to be kissed on the cheek , forehead and top of his head. Most other places are covered in scars and lack the sensitivity to enjoy it.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He likes to scare kids. It's not as malicious as it is with adults, he just likes to yell boo at them, smiling as they scream and giggle and run away. It's probably the most innocent he’ll act around other people. He still doesnt like them per say but he’ll tolerate them in small doses.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Scarecrow , like most rogues, is not a morning person. He doesn't sleep well and he is hella grumpy when he first wakes up. Expect to watch him shuffle around his hideout like a zombie, still wearing a quilt and his dressing gown as he complains about everything from the weather to the loud creaking of the floorboards. You should present him with food and coffee and then retreat to a safe distance until he’s fully awake, otherwise he’s liable to turn on his grumpy old man routine on you. If he's feeling particularly sore or needy, he’ll ask you to help change his bandages and dressings .

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

It really depends on what he feels like in the moment. Sometimes he’ll leave you at home while he goes out to cause general mischief, sometimes he’ll bring you along as a look out. Sometimes it's a low-key night at the hideout reading and sometimes it's a caffeine fueled frenzie of experimentation and lab work with you as his trusty lab assistant. He doesn't sleep well at night, the aches keep him up. If he were ever to actually go to bed he might find that you make a great pillow.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

As much as he resents people having the upperhand with information, it's hard not for people to see his past. His scars are so easily visible, inside and out. He doesn't talk about his past unless prompted. But if you do he’ll quite happily answer all your questions; he’s not afraid of discussing it.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Jonathan is a very patient man, not just when it comes to revenge.It takes quite a lot to make him fly off the handle and he cools off again quickly. That's not to say he doesn't hold a grudge like he’s being paid for it, only that it's more of a simmering anger rather than a boiling one.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He remembers most things about you, he has an excellent memory. But that being said he never lets on that he knows these things. He likes to hear you talk about the things that interest you, even if you've told him about it before. Watching you wax lyrical about your chosen subject makes him feel close to you.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

I don't know if it's a favorite or even a positive memory but when he first woke up from surgery after croc you were lying beside him. He was understandably confused, maybe even afraid, but seeing you there brought him great comfort. He didn't know what was happening because of all the meds, but as long as you were with him he was confident things would work out for him.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He means well, you should always keep that in mind before you snap at him. He brought you to the arkham knights HQ to protect you from his plans, he’s given you micro doses of fear toxin to build your resistance and by the time of arkham knight you can hardly move for the amount of guards he has following you around. He’s overbearing bordering on controlling but I think it's because he simply can't admit the thought of losing you scares him, even just a little. You aren't a rogue, you don't know Batman like they do. He just needs to keep you safe from batman, from the police and from the ugly world outside.

Given how weak he’s been viewed practically all his life, I believe he’d resent the accusation he needed protecting. deep in his mind he knows no one man is an island. He appreciates little helps even if he won't say it. He doesn't need protection per say but If nothing else, after being injected with his new toxin, he's going to need someone who’s corpus mentis in his corner for court and medical proceedings.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

His idea of a perfect date is you two working on your respective projects in comfortable silence, maybe a trip to the museum if he feels like the exercise. Obviously that suits some people down to the ground, myself included, but he gets that it's not for everyone. He’s probably ok with you planning the activities provided you warn him beforehand.

Given everything he’s been planning for batman, things like important dates and even everyday tasks have a tendency to get lost in the fray. He's not doing it on purpose, He’s glad to celebrate these things with you if you remind him, He's just got his priorities in a funny order.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He shuffles his feet when he walks and is one of those people who always has conversations in doorways. You can never be sure he isn't aware of these habits and is doing them on purpose. He also used to smoke quite heavily but has since given it up due to his throat and lung issues.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

It's sort of a mixed bag with him. On the one hand he knows he’s ugly, that's the point. You're MEANT to be scared looking at him, he’s leaning into it. But on the other hand his “look” is a carefully maintained visage; if it slips it might lose the intended effect. He might not be as scary to look at or worse, people might look at him in pity. It's not ordinary vanity or narcissism but yes, he is concerned with maintaining the way he looks

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

The concept of feeling whole is somewhat lost on him; He’s clearly missing a few screws even in his most lucid moments. That said even in the depths of madness brought on by his toxin, he still notices your absence. Still incredibly distressed In his cell in blackgate, he can often be heard crying out to you for comfort but is lacking the wherewithal to understand why you're not there.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Given that he has pretty extensive facial injuries, eating is pretty difficult for him. He used to really enjoy bagels and cubanos from gothams many deli’s. His favorite was a kosher deli in The Cauldron, before Joker ruined it. They’ve since rebuilt and while he can't eat many solids anymore , he still enjoys their matzo soup and smoothies.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Like most of the rogues, he absolutely can't stand bullies.He also can't stand physically aggressive people; if you're going to even TRY and intimidate him maybe you could use your words like someone with more than 2 brain cells to rub together, rare as that is in gotham. Back when he was a psychiatrist he hated people who were chronically late. Not his patients, most of the time it wasn't their fault due to executive dysfunction or traffic, but people who kept HIM back and made HIM late were the bane of his existence.

Z = Zzz (What are their sleep habits?)

Crane is a back sleeper who snores because of his damaged septum.He knows he makes a noise akin to a flip flop in a lawn mower but there is literally nothing he can do about it besides sleep on his stomach. He squirms around a lot in his sleep so even if he starts on his stomach, he’ll be on his back snoring like a dead horse in no time. The only thing that could keep him frontwise is if he were to sleep on you and have you hold him in place.

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