#riddler x reader x scarecrow | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

acapelladitty · 4 months

Text

Greasing The Wheels: Part Two

Pairing: Riddler/Reader/Scarecrow

Word Count: 6.5k

Part One available HERE

Summary: After the 'success' of your first meeting with Crane, Edward arranges another meeting as he allows the mad scientist free use of your body and soul.

(warnings: threesome, deepthroating, whipping, double penetration, rough sex, exhibitionism, bdsm dynamics, anal sex, crying, orgasm, cum marking, punishment)

As always, Edward’s instructions were as clear as day and delivered in such a way that even the simplest of minds could comprehend them as your eyes flick over the scrawled note which awaited you atop his favourite chair.

Your role is to do whatever is asked of you. You will service Crane as a makeshift cleaner, doing what you can to improve his working space, while also fulfilling any other service which he may require of you. You are expected to do so with enthusiasm and skill, using your prior knowledge of what Crane likes to ensure that he enjoys you.

Failure to meet any of these very basic requirements will result in punishment and Crane and I have very different approaches to administering discipline. We have discussed your enjoyment of our previous meeting and Crane has expressed a clear desire to test you with elements of his toxin. Disappoint or embarrass me and I will be forced to indulge him.

All our usual rules apply, and Crane is aware of both your limits and your safeword.

Preparations were quick to follow.

You were meticulous in your routine as every inch of your body found itself treated to some form of treatment, be it an exfoliation or a shave, and your makeup was kept simple to enhance your natural features. It was Edward’s preference and on nights like this, when the game was the focus of your fun, it was your pleasure to indulge him.

Edward observed the results, as he always did, and he seemed pleased with your efforts if the slight warmth in his gaze and wandering hands was anything to go by.

“Pretty little thing.” He murmured, running his fingers across the loose white shirt which tucked into the short skirt that hung to just above your knee. “Do you remember your role?”

“Yes, sir.” You answer and the title earns you an approving nod as he pulls his goggles free of his hairline and deposits them at the side.

“Excellent. I will be working on the finishing touches for Crane’s new customised leg brace so my presence will be mixed. He is aware of my hard rules and, should he disrespect them, you are permitted to call for me and seek out my support. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Do well and we’ll see about a special reward.” Edward leered, not bothering to hide the slight tent in his slacks as he brushed his groin against your hip.

“One that I’ll like?” You ask, batting your lashes as you tilt your head at him.

The question nets a chuckle as his fingers trace along your jawline.

“For a little while, yes.”

x-x-x-x-x

The abandoned farmhouse which Edward revealed as Crane’s hideout was surprisingly imposing as it loomed ahead on the short drive. Edward, one hand on the wheel and the other alternating between the gearstick and your thigh, did not seem the slightest bit intimidated as he quickly dragged the car up the dirt path and switched the engine off.

A nervous energy, one borne of your previous encounter with Crane plus the promise of what lay ahead, made your body shiver as your hands flexed against your legs.

“Are you incompetent?”

The question catches you by surprise, making you start a little as your head snaps towards Edward - only to find him staring at you intently.

“I’m not sur-”

“Are you incompetent?” Edward repeated, cutting you off with a harsh voice.

Meeting his gaze as you often did, you shake your head softly.

“No, sir.”

“Then you will be fine. You have your instructions and your safety net.”

Now nodding in agreement, you slip from the car and try to ignore the slight dampness of your underwear and the shameful way in which your anxiety only seems to make it worse.

The house is unlocked, and Edward is quick to sweep you through the main floor as he leads you through to the main living space. It is an odd sort of house with many of the furnishings and trappings missing, replaced with unmarked boxes and scientific looking equipment which meant nothing to you. Eventually though, your gawking ceases as Edward turns a corner and brings you face to face with Jonathan Crane, the Scarecrow himself.

Clearly in his main workspace, a large desk sat surrounded by various notepads and stacks of books which were clearly used often. A slightly smaller desk lay attached to the larger one and this was covered with beakers and mixed bottles of coloured liquids.

Crane himself stood in full costume; his patchwork costume and mobility aids as familiar as ever as the majority of his face lay hidden away by both his mask and the shadows of his hood.

A traitorous stab of arousal lances through you as you meet his milky gaze once more.

“Good evening, Doctor Crane.” Lowering your head in greeting, your voice is slightly higher than usual and the cadence of it doesn’t go amiss as a slight smirk tugs at the corners of Edward’s lips.

“Crane.” Edward offers, nodding only once.

“Nygma.” Jonathan answers in kind. “And his little pet. How delightful. Does she know of our arrangement?”

Heat tickles at your cheeks as both men speak of you as if you were not there.

“Yes. She knows the role she is to fill as we work.”

“Good. Come here, dear.”

Moving forward on legs which feel unsteady, you take the few steps necessary to stand before him and your neck tilts up to meet his impressive height.

“And what do you think of our little arrangement? I don’t imagine your master asked your thoughts before he traded you like a whore.” Heat pooling between your thighs, your arms remain submissively pinned to your side as his thin hands move to ghost along your body, teasing the edge of the shirt.

“He told me what was expected and it’s not my place to question it, Sir.”

Crane’s cold fingers trace over the soft bruises which have only just started to fade on your exposed collarbone, his fingertips matching up to the evidence of your activities with Edward earlier in the week. “Masochism suits you, little toy. Tell me, at what point do those masochistic tendencies fall into true suffering? When your master punishes you? Roughly fucks you? When you disappoint him?”

“If I disappoint him then I deserve to be punished.” You answer with a demure smile, feeling the burn of Edward’s eyes on the back on your skull. “He’s brilliant and he always knows what’s best for me.”

“Even when he punishes you to the point where tears are streaming, and you feel ready to break? To shatter into pieces like fragile glass?”

“Especially then.” You pause before adding a hasty. “Sir.”

It’s a cheeky response and it does not go unnoticed as yet another small chuckle pulls free of Edward’s unseen lips and Crane’s eyes darken, dilating almost imperceptibly.

“Your little rabbit has fire.” Crane comments, eyes casting over to Edward as he disregards you completely. “Do you lack the discipline to truly snuff it out?”

“A broken toy has no appeal.”

“Hmm, yes. For once, we agree.”

And with that Crane took a step back and you found yourself dismissed as both men took their leave to head over to one of the sprawling tables. Remembering Edward’s earlier information, you turn in place and head back to the kitchen which you had spotted earlier, knowing that the items you need will be found there.

Sure enough, sitting atop one of the wooden kitchen units lies a plastic bucket surrounded by two or three various cleaning products plus a fresh pack of cloths. A touch of humiliation plays across your skin as your role for the evening truly sets in and you are quick to fill the plastic bucket with hot water from the nearby tap before adding some cleanser.

Your clothing isn’t designed for such a cool building and you shiver as a breeze curls around your exposed legs, piercing through your shirt and making your nipples press against the fabric as they peak. In response, you drop to the floor and start your tasks as you dip one of the cloths into the cleaning mixture and swipe it across the floor.

It comes away with some dirt but not as much as you would have expected given the general state of the house and a firm determination to do as well as you can settles in your mind. Edward wouldn’t allow any less and the promise of a reward was as deliciously tempting as ever.

Scrubbing away at the floor with a rhythmic motion time loses meaning until a soft creak of the wood behind you causes a startle that makes the brush fall from your hand. Attempting to turn in position, you find your movements halted by a rough hand gripping the back of your neck in such a way that you freeze in instant panic.

Little more than a creature clamped between wolves’ teeth.

"Do not stop working. No matter what."

Cold words with an unspoken threat, instantly recognisable as the deep tenor of Crane, wash over you and you nod out your understanding - a tight, anticipatory feeling settling in your gut.

"Speak, little rabbit. I trust your narcissistic master hadn't robbed you of your tongue yet."

"Yes, Dr. Crane, sir." You stammer out as your hand seals around the fallen brush to pick it up once more. Always following instructions.

Like a good girl should.

Your skirt is flung unceremoniously over your lower back to expose your entire lower half to his sight. A heated flush paints its way down your face and neck as you maintain slow circles of the brush while remaining on your knees.

His fingers are quick to brush over your skin, a feather light touch which draws a sigh from your lips until it forms into a light squeal as he brings his hand down hard on your defenceless ass. The loud crack of the connection breaks through the air like lightning and is instantly followed by a spreading heat that warms your cunt and sends a shiver down your spine.

"Don't. Stop." Two words punctuated by growls as he sinks two fingers viciously into your cunt, the digits using the thankful wetness there to sink up to the knuckle without much resistance. It's not a gentle touch, his fingers clearly testing your readiness rather than providing it, but the calloused skin and slight fullness feels like a delicious warning of what is to come.

His grip is brutal, hand digging into the flesh of your hips as you hear the slight squeak of his mechanical brace as he drops heavily on one knee to the floor. Arching your back, you raise your ass as you were expected to do - the position uncomfortable as you now support yourself mainly on the one hand which is not scrubbing away at the floor.

The sensation of his velvety cockhead brushed against your slit, seeking out the warm hole he viewed you as. The side of his curled hand brushes against your cunt as he angles himself carefully before thrusting himself within you in one sharp movement.

A yelp snaps free of your lips, pleasure lanced with a discomforting pain at his sudden intrusion making your walls spasm around him as your knees jerk against the floor. His breathing is heavy, interspersed with low grunts, as he gives himself a moment to enjoy the tightness of your hole as you clench around him.

It doesn't last, and he immediately sets himself off on a cruel pace; his hips slamming against your ass as he drives himself hard against your body, every thrust sparking a dull, aching pain as the very tip of his cock bounces off your cervix. The onslaught leaves you breathless, discomfort making tears well in your eyes as you cling to the warm pleasure which steadily builds around it.

"You take it so well." Crane snarls. "A trained whore, fulfilling her only purpose."

"Yes, sir."

"I'm going to use you as I see fit and when I'm ready to provide you the reward you've worked so hard for, you'll take every drop."

Shaking your head in a frantic nod, you cry out as a harsh hand tugs as your hair - yanking it back with such a ferocious grasp that your scalp burns as your head stretches back in such a way that your neck is fully exposed.

"Verbal answers only, little toy."

"Yes! Yes, sir. I understand." You babble out, the words strained by your taut neck before adding. "Thank you."

You can almost hear his smirk at the add-on as he resumes his brutal pace, his cock giving no quarter as the length of it reams you out. He was definitely longer than Edward but not as thick and the difference in size was surprising and unfamiliar.

Before long, his grunts grew more erratic, and his grip of your hips tightened to the point where you were certain that small rounded bruises would decorate the spot in the coming days. Without any warning, aside from a wicked thrust which slammed his cock against your cervix one final time, you felt the heat of his release as it burned you from the inside out.

Turned on but nowhere near your own peak, a whine of frustration slips free of your lips as you clench around him determined to milk out whatever pleasure you could. Sensing your intentions, Crane pulls free of you with a lurid wet noise which sparks a fresh blush across your cheeks. His hand gropes at your ass roughly, caressing and squeezing the skin painfully as he inspects your wrecked hole and the mess there.

"Turn." He commands, his tone low yet satisfied as he enjoyed the aftershocks of his own orgasm.

Following his intention, you keep the brush tight in hand as you shuffle around on your knees.

"Clean me, whore. Every inch." His hand is wrapped delicately around the base of his cock, his pinkie pressing against the thick patch of dark pubic hair which covers the skin there. "Miss even a millimetre and I'll take a switch to you so harshly that your master will have a hard time fixing the damage."

Shuddering at the threat, you dip your mouth forward and take his cock between your lips. The immediate taste of your own juices mixed with his release hits your tongue and it isn't the worst thing ever so you hum contentedly as you set your tongue to quick work; curling around his length and slurping along the shaft as you clean him diligently.

"I'll be using this cunt again before you leave."

You pull free of his cock to reply as a flush overtakes your cheeks at the unexpected vulgarity. "Yes, sir."

And without sparing a second glance in your direction, Crane tucks his wet cock back in his slacks, turns on his heel and disappears back through to the main workroom. His release trickling free of your abused cunt, you cup your hand across your sex and enjoy the heat of the skin against your palm. Your clit throbs beneath the heel of your hand and the temptation to grind into it is wicked.

Approaching footsteps make you flinch, and you quickly snatch your hand away and return to work, pulling your skirt from your back to its original state before rapidly wiping messy circles across a fresh patch of flooring.

“Working hard, pet? Good. I expect no less.”

Warmth alights in your chest as you look up to see Edward looming over your prone position. His dark slacks have an obvious bulge, and you crawl towards him obediently and without insistence, hands fumbling with his zipper to release his cock as he continues speaking.

“Good girl.” He praises quickly, a smile stretching his lips as you pump your hand along his cock. His green shirt is stained with grease and the scent of oil is strong against your nose. “Crane seems pleased with whatever performance he expected from you. Again, not that I expected any less. Your diligence towards your training shows.”

“Thank you, Sir.” You answer, enjoying the familiarity of his cock in your hand as you tease and please him in the ways which you know he loves – ensuring to keep your focus on the ultra-sensitive head of his cock and maintaining a firm pressure on the length as you stroke him down to the thick patch of pubic hair which cushions his groin.

Before too long, his breathing grows harsh and his hips move to buck his cock within your grip, both telltale signs that mean he’s almost ready for his release – signs that you had long since grown accustomed to as his cock remained buried deep within your throat or ass.

“Open your mouth.” He demands and you do so in an instant.

His hand replaces your own as a stuttering groan slips free of his lips and you jump in surprise as his release splashes across your mouth; thick ropes of cum landing across your tongue as one drips across your lower lip. The taste of him is quick to fill your senses and you allow your mouth to hang open until he’s quite finished and has slipped his softening cock back within his slacks.

“Now clean yourself up, pet.”

Swiping your tongue across your lower lip, you pick up the mess there and swallow it down without hesitation. A choice which earns you an approving grunt as his hand drops to press along your head, almost in the way that someone would pet a dog.

“Keep it up and my reward will remain will within reach.”

x-x-x-x-x

Kitchen complete and looking cleaner than you suspected it had been in some time, you soon move through to the living room without much difficulty. The only slight pause in your work came after finishing your thorough scrub of the floor and taking a much-needed bottle of water from the nearby fridge. You were thankful for the chilled water because you had a feeling you would be needing the extra hit of fluid before the evening was over.

The main room was cleaner than the kitchen and the difficulty mostly lay in trying to wipe-down between all the nooks and crannies of Crane’s various pieces of equipment. Some were dustier than others and moving around them required a level of focus that you were struggling to maintain.

Your earlier drink of water has washed the taste of Edward from your mouth, but your cunt still feels the sting of its earlier use, a sensation made worse by the constant standing and kneeling which was necessary for your domestic duties. The only benefit of having moved on to this space is that you can clearly see both men standing on the other side of the room as they continue their business.

Wiping the damp cloth across the table, your eyes dart over to both men as they remain huddled over some metal contraption which means nothing to your ignorant eyes.

A crash of glass makes you jump in place, and you whirl back to the table just to notice that one of the small glass beakers which was placed precariously close to the edge of the table is missing. A quick glance down confirms the mess, the tapered tip of the beaker having broken off and smashed in half just next to the base.

"Well, well, well…" Edward disappointed voice rings out from across the room and you straighten your spine against it, even as your head falls submissively to the floor.

"I'm sorry, Sirs, this toy didn't mea-"

"What you meant to do is irrelevant," Edward interrupts, his hand wiping itself off on his dingy white vest, "but what you did is make a mess. The exact opposite of your purpose here."

Remaining silent, you bow your head further to show just how sorry you were as a creeping suspicion that you had been set-up crawls along your spine.

"Doctor Crane?"

"Yes, Edward?" Crane joins the conversation smoothly, resting his weight on his good leg as a sadistic delight smooths across his twisted features.

"Since my toy saw fit to harm your property, I feel that an equal payment is due in kind. Please show our," Edward pauses, "what did you call her? Ah, yes, little rabbit, how carelessness is rewarded in this life."

"Of course." Crane croons in his deep tenor and a shiver runs through your skin as you realise that his punishments are unknown, nothing like those you were familiar with Edward doling out.

"And Crane?"

"Yes?"

Edward said nothing but his glance was particularly hard in such a way that you know something unspoken had passed between them.

Crane's movements were light as he approaches. His costume flutters with the subtle movement and your gaze settles on his shoes as you remain still. However, a hard grip on your chin forces your head up as you lock eyes with his milky gaze.

"Your master insists that I refrain from the use of my toxin as a punishment."

A shudder of relief rolls through your shoulders and Crane's features harden slightly as he notices it.

"For now, I should say. I have explained to him how such an experiment can be conducted safely, and he has asked for slightly more data which is easily provided. You will taste my toxin yet, whore."

His thin lips curl into a cruel smile, a determined smile, and you can hear the truth in the words.

"However," Crane continues, "his interference has meant that I am reduced to more physical forms of punishment. Go to your master and collect the switch."

Fear laced with arousal pools deep in your gut.

The dreaded switch.

Edward's punishments were not typically physical, his preference for predicament tasks and pinpoint orgasm control making the need for corporal punishment a less attractive option. But they weren't unknown and of all the various impact toys he introduced you to, the sharp sting of the switch was not among those that you could say you liked.

Padding over to where Edward is standing, he points wordlessly to the wall behind him, and you see the switch standing upright against it. You pick it up and quickly return to Crane, handing him the thin wooden stick and watching as he quickly tucks it beneath his armpit.

His hands, as steady as a surgeon, make quick work of your shirt - ripping the buttons free as they skitter across the floor with a tinny sound. Gooseflesh breaks across your skin at how cool his fingers are as he gropes at your tits with a methodical brutality; squeezing with a full palm before zeroing his attention in on your peaked nipples, a vicious pinch between his thumbs and forefinger making you whimper.

"A very soft little thing." He muses in a gravelled voice. "Malleable."

Remaining silent, you take the unexpected examination with shuddering breaths as arousal and shame swirl through your thoughts while he takes the shirt from your upper body and dumps it unceremoniously on the floor.

"Turn around."

"Yes, Dr Crane."

Turning, you face the opposite way and jump in place as his cold hands grab at your wrists to move them against the wall you were now facing.

"If these hands move from this position, then I'll double your punishment for disobedience." He warns, rolling the hem of your skirt between his fingers before tucking it in to the waistband – fully exposing your ass as much as your back.

"Yes, Sir."

"Ten was the agreement set out by your master so let's not disappoint him. Count them out."

CRACK

The first blow catches you across the upper back in such a way that the sting of it makes your upper half curl in place. It's like a flick of lightning, carving its way across your exposed skin for a moment of sharp pain followed by an unpleasant throb as you couldn’t rub at the affected area.

"One." You answer steadily.

He's cruel in his delivery of the next two strikes, swishing the switch with a surprising level of force and ensuring that he hits fresh skin across the middle and lower parts of your back. The second hit you took with a grunted count of two, but the third drew a soft yelp of discomfort as your face screwed up in pain.

"We're only on three, little rabbit. Surely Nygma wouldn't play with a toy this easily broken?"

CRACK

“Four!” You cry out, flinching hard as this blow land across the back of your upper thighs, the sting there even worse than your back. He follows up with another two, quick blows and they both lash across your exposed thighs as a high-pitched cracking noise rings out across the quiet workspace.

There’s very little pleasure to this pain and the sudden intensity of it brings tears to your eyes as your palms tremble against the wall. Your thighs feel like they’re on fire and you wouldn’t be surprised if the welts were already visible from the sheer force which Crane seemed to be putting into the hits.

“Six.” A stuttered whimper.

Ready for a new target, you feel the tip of the switch tracing across your ass, and you tense in preparation of the hits to come. Again, he’s sadistic in his delivery of the next three blows. The first cracks across your ass with a sharp pain that draws a yowl of distress from your lips, one made worse by the continuing throb of your back and thighs. Crane then waits, long enough to ensure that the pain of the hit was beginning to ebb before delivering the next.

Knowing that Edward was watching, you call out the numbers of each strike of the switch – the ninth call coming out as more of a cry than an easy distinguished number and your knees shake with the effort of keeping your body absolutely still, knowing that Crane will add another ten if he sensed any hint of disobedience.

“Only one left, little rabbit.” Crane calls out, his voice laboured with the effort of his hits. “Where should I put this one, I wonder? Edward?”

“Dealers choice. She hates corporal punishment, so I trust your judgment.” Edward’s unseen voice responds, and you can hear the amusement in his tone.

Standing with your hands and legs spread, the silence which falls fills you with an anxiety made even worse by the fact that you know Crane is seriously considering how best to use his final hit.

CRACK

A searing heat sparks up across your cunt as the switch collides with the sensitive, stinging flesh there which such a shocking intensity that your heels rock off the floor and an open sob of distress flees your lips as your teeth bite at your lower lip. Truly suffering, a fat tear rolls free of your right eye and trails down your cheek, tickling the skin there as your hands remain pinned against the wall and unable to wipe it away.

A looming presence behind you makes you tense as Crane drapes his taller frame across your own, the tent of his slacks pressing against your upper hip as his hand drops to run across the various heated welts which decorate your ass and thighs.

“You took that surprisingly well, whore.” He growls into your ear, pressing his fingers roughly into one of the raised welts as you whimper in kind. “I’m slightly disappointed that you held out so well. I was looking forward to painting that skin more thoroughly.”

He pulls away and you drop your hands from the wall, knowing that your punishment is filled, and your fingers shake terribly as they dip the floor to pick up your shirt. Pulling it on, you pause to fix your skirt but don’t bother to try and do the remaining buttons on the shirt as your hands are trembling too much to make such a thing possible.

With blurry eyes, the sharpness taken by the tears which remain, you watch as Crane walks to one of the nearby couches and deposits himself on it roughly. It’s an old-looking couch, worn and frayed around the edges where the fabric has been overused, and the tacky brown shade of it feels very old-fashioned.

“I am tired of helping you, little rabbit, and your discipline has stripped me of some of my energy. Come here.”

As obedient as ever, you walk over to him with soft footsteps, the heat of your abused skin flaring against your shirt with every step. Your eyes glance over to Edward only to see him bent over the work desk, his back fully to you as he tinkered with something mechanical.

“I will not waste more of my effort on you.” Crane announced, pinning you in place with his milky gaze. “You will come and fuck yourself on my cock until I am satisfied.” His hands were quick to release his cock as he spoke, his rock-hard length – the result of his enjoyment of your punishment – standing to immediate attention as he wrapped his fist around the base of it.

Despite your pains, your neglected cunt is wet as hell and you hike your skirt over your hip as you crawl onto his lap, carefully avoiding the metal leg brace as you try to find a position which won’t cause him any discomfort. His body feels very thin beneath your own but he manhandles you well enough as he adjusts his cock against your wettened slit.

He’s in no mood for foreplay and, knowing that your cunt was already stretched out from his earlier fuck, he pulls you down harshly to sink his cock fully between your folds. The sudden fullness draws a moan from your lips as he stretches you out in fell swoop and your cunt clenches around his length. After the pain of your punishment, a little pleasure wasn’t going amiss and you roll your hips across his lap, taking him as deeply as you could as your hands grip to the fraying fabric of the couch in a desperate attempt to chase some pleasure.

His costume is scratchy and uncomfortable against your welted skin, and you focus on the sensation of his cock as you bounce on his lap with a steady rhythm, fucking yourself as instructed.

Closing your eyes for only a moment, a savage pinch of your nipples forces them open as a yelp escapes your lips. His fingers are as rough as ever as he plays with your bouncing tits, pinching and groping at the skin until it’s reddened and extra-sensitive beneath his hands. The fascination he holds with your chest is unabashed and his slender fingers, scarred and hosting jagged nails, torment your skin with a sadistic precision.

“Enjoying yourself, whore?”

Startling at the suddenness of Edward’s voice in your ear, you unleash a short cry and your head tilts back to meet him as he continues.

“Don’t stop on my account. In fact, let me join you.”

His cock brushes along the cleft of your ass and you shiver in anticipation. As part of your preparations, he had insisted on a thorough cleaning but in the heat of the evenings events you had forgotten his earlier insistence.

A crack of a bottle rings out behind you and Crane seems content to remain buried within your cunt as he watches you interact with Edward with a subtle interest, gleaning what little aspects of your dynamic that he can.

Edward’s fingers press against the rim of your ass, and you can feel the coolness of the lube which coats them. He makes quick work of covering your hole before slipping in two fingers for a sudden stretch which takes your breath away. Anal was no stranger between the two of you but it was something which usually was graced with a little more prep and stretch time.

His fingers scissor within you and you tighten your hole around him, a move which draws a growl of pleasure from Crane as you milk his cock with every clench.

You relax as Edward’s fingers pull free and are quickly replaced with the blunted head of his cock pressing against your hole. In one quick thrust, he buries the first few inches within you and your body pushes forward, pressing against Crane as you’re forced to accept him.

It’s pain and pleasure in one; an intense fullness which makes your skin feel as though it’s going to combust as your holes stretch to accept and accommodate both cocks. Prepared enough to ensure no real damage, you were not prepped enough to avoid the hollowing throb of having your ass reamed out and the burning discomfort of your hole draws several small whimpers from your swallowing throat.

Your clit remained woefully neglected, the small sensitive button feeling as though it were aching with its utter lack of attention.

“My work is finished.” Edward grunted, maintaining a rhythmic pace with Crane as their cocks moved in tandem. “Your new leg brace is fully functional and ready for use.”

“Is it coated as requested?”

“Yes.”

“Excellent. I will ensure that payment is included in the usual account. As discussed, there is room for a bonus if you would allow me my own session with your little rabbit.”

“Provide me evidence that you won’t break her in the ways I don’t want her broken and then we’ll see about booking an appointment with the good doctor for a private session.”

Both mean speak conversationally, if a little strained, as they continue to fuck and talk about you as if you weren’t there. It’s humiliating and the shame only adds to the hot pleasure which is sweeping across your spine and making your clit throb.

With a vicious growl, Crane indicates for you to move off his cock and you slip him free of your cunt while allowing Edward to continue to thrust against your ass. Fisting himself in hand, Crane’s breathing is erratic as he strokes his cock rapidly, chasing his peak. He hits it after a few moments, his release arcing across your exposed chest as one particularly energetic drop of cum lands as high as your chin, feeling warm against your skin.

He continues to stroke himself through the aftershocks of his orgasm, visibly pleased with having painted you with his release, as his gravelled voice makes more demands of you.

“Leave the mess. I want you to wear the rewards of your services until you’re out of my sight.”

“Yes, Sir.” You stutter out, cunt feeling empty and suddenly neglected by the loss of his cock.

With a careless grunt, Crane pushes you off him to the side as he slinks out from his position beneath your sweat-slicked and cum-stained frame. Luckily, Edward’s grip of your hips was so intense that it didn’t matter much to him as he bent you further over the couch and only fucked you harder as Crane slipped off to inspect his new leg brace.

“Have you come yet, pet?” Edward grunts, the fingers of the hand which isn’t currently pressing into your hip trailing across the welts which decorate your ass.

“No, Sir. Of course not.” You pant out, arching you back to give him easier access to your ass as you carefully bend in such a way to not disturbed the mess of cum which is splattered across your chest.

He hums at your answer and a low scream slips free of your lips as his fingers stroke along your cunt, brushing against your swollen clit like a bolt of pleasurable lightning. His touch is soft and teasing, perfectly circling the sensitive bundle of nerves as he coats his fingers in your juices before returning to your clit.

Demented with the sudden onslaught of pleasure, your orgasm approaches like a freight train and your limbs tremble against the effort of keeping yourself bent over as he expertly pulls you to your peak. Incoherent pleas spill from your lips and your ass clenches around his cock with every thrust.

With a muted cry, your release hits as the tight band of arousal which has been tightening across your groin snaps into a glorious bliss of intense pleasure – the culmination of your various uses and abuses comes to fruition as Edward presses his thumb roughly against your clit to quickly force you into overstimulation. Your vision blurs dangerously for a moment and you feel his body shudder against your own as your desperate clenching pushes Edward over the edge, his release hitting just a few moments after your own.

Overstimulated as he takes out his orgasm on your clit, your scream is low and guttural as every nerve seems to alight across your body. Edward cares little for your plight and you feel the heat of his release painting the inside of your ass with a scorching heat as he rides out his own pleasure.

“Good girl.” Edward pants out and you smile despite everything. He very rarely spoke while fucking, often reserving his long speeches and humiliating praises for the before and after, so you drink in this little change like a woman starved.

Edward pulls free of your ass with an obscene noise that makes fresh heat flare in your cheeks. His hands are quick to wrap around your waist and pull you to your feet, a movement which makes some of his release leak free of your ass and down your thighs as you lean back into his familiar and comforting frame.

“Remember,” he mutters into your ear as his face nuzzles against your sweat-slicked neck, “don’t touch that mess on your chest or I’ll have to let Crane have his way with you.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You look beautiful like this. Fucked out, marked up, and coated – inside and out - with the rewards which you worked so hard for.”

“Thank you, Sir.” You shudder out, enjoying the sensation of his lips on your neck as the adrenaline of your night catches up with you and envelopes you in a fatigue which makes your legs feel like jelly as a slight nausea touches at your throat.

“Let’s go.”

Supporting your body with his own in a possessive way, neither Edward not Crane spare each other another glance as Edward makes to leave. Your skirt is a mess, crumpled and stained by various releases, and your shirt is ruined. However, it’s only a short walk to the car and you know there’s a coat in there which can cover you as you return down to Edward’s own workspace.

As Edward pushes the door open to allow you to pass through, the last thoughts which touch at your mind as you finish up your hard session is to wonder just how much data Edward will need before he lets the Scarecrow play with you once more.

(will upload to AO3 this weekend)

#riddler #scarecrow #jonathan crane #edward nygma #edward nashton #riddler x reader #scarecrow x reader #scarecrow x you #riddler x you #riddler x reader x scarecrow #gotham rogues #dc comics #jonathan crane x reader #edward nygma x reader #dr jonathan crane #scarecrow smut #riddler smut

106 notes · View notes

sister-lucifer · 1 year

Note

Yooo give us the tea on the Scarecrow x reader x riddler fic 👀👀👀

here’s the run down:

You are the star student of Professor Jonathan Crane’s psychology class, a classic goodie two shoes little bookworm. Maybe you even manage to get close to Dr. Crane, maybe even having something of a friendship. One day you accidentally leave your bag in Crane’s class, and have to run back to retrieve it.

The Riddler himself had managed to get into Crane’s classroom through an open window right after you had left, hoping to get a moment alone with his “friend” (theres scriddler undertones oops). Neither of them expected you to come barging in the way you did, and upon seeing Dr. Crane conversing casually with a blood splattered Edward Nygma, you panic, unable to get to the door before Crane grabs your arm and pulls you back, sitting you forcefully in his desk chair. Riddler lets it slip that Jonathan is The Scarecrow, and now you officially know too much.

They can’t just let you leave, they have to figure out some way to convince you to keep your mouth shut…

[Antics Ensue]

#antics ensue is code for sex btw #hot steamy gay sex #the riddler x reader #edward nygma #riddler smut #edward nygma smut #the scarecrow #the scarecrow x reader #jonathan crane x reader #jonathan crane #jonathan crane smut #batman #dc #riddler x reader x scarecrow #scriddler #fic ideas

164 notes · View notes

strawberrybyers · 5 months

Text

being a slut and mentally ill means i’d do really well as a patient in arkham asylum

1K notes · View notes

blakeswritingimagines · 1 year

Text

Who fell first and who fell harder

Joker: You fell first and harder

Harley Quinn: She fell first and harder

Catwoman: She fell first and harder

Riddler: He fell first but you fell harder

Penguin: He fell first and harder

Scarecrow: You fell first but he fell harder

Deathstroke: You fell first and harder

Bane: He fell first but you fell harder

Mr Freeze: He fell first and harder

Two-Face: He fell first but you fell harder

Poison Ivy: You fell first but she fell harder

Killer Croc: You fell first and harder

#joker x reader #harley quinn x reader #catwoman x reader #riddler x reader #penguin x reader #scarecrow x reader #deathstroke x reader #bane x reader #mr freeze x reader #two face x reader #poison ivy x reader #killer croc x reader #dc #dc hcs #dc headcanon

1K notes · View notes

hxney-lemcn · 4 months

Text

Affections + First Kiss — General! Scarecrow, Riddler, Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, Catwoman x gn! reader

summery: affection and first kiss headcanons.

tw: mentions of abuse (physical and verbal), mentions of toxic dynamics

a/n: I've never wrote headcanons for multiple characters in one thing before, so enjoy! I love them all.

wc: 2k

Master List

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Scarecrow

❥Jonathan wasn’t used to a kind touch. Being bullied growing up, being beaten by the bat. No, all he knew was the harsh touch of a fist. The relentless shoves. The purpling of bruises that always showed after. The red blood that would drip from his nose. The burning hatred that steadily grew towards those who wronged him.

❥So when you came into his life, he would flinch if you raised a hand. He would unconsciously back away. The warmth in his heart that you stirred was unusual to him, a feeling he’s never felt towards anyone. He was used to the bitterness after an interaction, not longing.

❥You eased him into it. Only when you two started dating did he ever think twice about your touch. He knew you held back your affections. He watched you lift a hand up, only to bring it back down to your side. And to Jon, that meant the world. He felt relief when you didn’t push him into uncomfortable territory, and he respected you all the more for it.

❥Although a part of him wished you would hold him. Touch him. He wondered if your skin felt as soft as it looked. Though he also feared that your touch would sting, and the comfort you brought would be no more. No, he would never reach out first.

❥Starting out slow, he let you hold his shoulder. No matter how careful you’ve been for however long, you slipped slightly. It was a gesture not many think twice about. Holding onto someone's shoulder as you look over them, holding onto them for balance. It was only when you felt him tense under you, his ramblings pausing, that you realized your mistake. Yet, Jon had only reassured you that you did nothing wrong.

❥Having realized that Jon seemed to open your touch, you continued. Lightly brushing your hands, shoulder touches, even just sitting closer. It was like you were single handedly rewiring Jon’s brain, teaching him that not all touch hurts. That he too deserves a kind hand. The flinching had dulled, and he would even look forward to you being near him.

❥So when you finally got to kiss him? He was a dead man. You got him hook line and sinker. I hope you weren’t expecting to leave him any time soon, because after you opened him into a world of warm affection, he doesn’t want to let go.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Riddler

❥Touch is a big no no. Similar to Jonathan, Edward had been bullied from a young age. Teased and ridiculed, shoved and hit. If not from his peers, then from his own father. His world was cruel for as long as he could remember. In fact, his brain started to warp, perceiving the hits as a form of love, no matter how hard he tried to deny it.

❥Edward Nygma is a touch starved man. He longs for the comforts others seem to get so seamlessly. Yet at the same time, he doesn’t want anyone touching him. Tap his shoulder if you dare.

❥You were no different, at first. You quickly caught on to his distaste of touch when he reprimanded someone for getting a little too friendly with him. But you managed to weasel your way into his estranged heart. With how respectful and kind you were, he quickly found himself ensnared with your affection. Even hands free you managed to boost his ego and make him feel, should he dare say, loved for. You gave him praise that he had longed for, which earned you a seat right by his side.

❥It was also partly to keep a closer eye on you. Part of him preened at your praise, and another was weary. Why were you so kind? He was a well known criminal, he knew better than to just believe you were doing it out of the kindness of your heart. Y’know the saying, keep your friends close and your enemies closer.

❥I honestly don’t know how you deal with it. He always tries to catch you off guard with a riddle or puzzle. He pushes you away by ridiculing you and belittling you. Yet you won’t stop. You keep spilling his praises, and it’s so baffling to him. Yes, he is the smartest man in the world, but you managed to become a riddle. Good luck now.

❥When you first touched him, it was an innocent hug. He had managed to pull off a heist and got away from Batman without a scratch! Of course he had no doubts about his success, you didn’t either. When he got back to the hideout, you were clapping while singing his praises. Edward felt on top of the world, adrenaline rushing through his veins. When your arms wrapped around him, your scent clouding his thoughts, your warmth leaching into him, he found himself reciprocating.

❥Now, whether your dating or you’re just friends, it matters little to the green clad man. You had given him a taste of a touch he’s always longed for. And he realized that he’s more comfortable around you than he’d like to admit. He never reaches out first, but he’ll never turn you down if you want to hold his arm.

❥His teasing towards you turns lighter, just as his heart feels. So when you finally seal the deal with a kiss, he’ll make sure you never slip through his fingers.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Harley Quinn

❥She will smother you with affection right out the bat. Hugs, hand holding, kisses, you name it. You don’t even have to date her for her to leave a smooch on your lips. Harley Quinn easily trusts people, and you’re no exception. She finds comfort in touch, so why should she deny herself it? She also finds it expresses her genuine affection for you in ways she couldn’t verbalize.

❥If you don’t like PDA, please tell her right away. She doesn’t understand it, I mean why wouldn’t you want to show your love to the world? But she also doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable, so if you wanna keep it behind closed doors, she’ll try her best. But don’t be too surprised if she sneaks in a little smooch or hug if no one’s looking.

❥Harley Quinn is one of the most affectionate rogues out there. But it’s not always sunshine and rainbows with her. She had been in a seriously abusive relationship, and you have to help her remember that she doesn’t have to walk on eggshells around you. That no matter the argument, you won’t raise your hand to strike her. It takes her a long time to come out of that headspace, if ever. It’s a good thing you’re by her side to help coax her into healthier practices.

❥If we want to get a little darker, Harley may try to treat you like the Joker treated her. It’s scary to see her go from bubbly to dark. Her features twisted into a wicked sneer as she asks that you’ll never leave her. That no matter what, you’ll always love her. During these moments, you gotta stand up for yourself. She’s trying to gain a sense of control she never felt in her previous relationship, and you have to make her snap out of it. When she comes to and realizes what she just did, the look of utter terror in her eyes is the most heart wrenching thing. She’ll sob, pleading that she didn’t mean to, that she never wanted you to go through that, that she’s terrified of becoming him.

❥Please hug her, kiss her, squeeze her gently. She loves it. All Harley wants is to be loved and to love, and getting affection shows her how genuine you are and is the biggest comfort for her. Feeling your warmth, feeling the softness of your skin, it brings her peace.

❥The first time you made the first move to kiss Harley, she nearly did a backflip. Her little sugar plum made the first move! I hope you didn’t have anything planned, because Harley won’t let you go for the rest of the day.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Poison Ivy

❥I’m not sure how you weren’t just killed or turned into one of her goons. She’s not one for humanity. She keeps a sharp eye on those who dare tread into her territory. There’s no way to beat around it. She drugs you, finding out what your true intentions are. It has to be something she deems worthy enough to keep you around. She barely puts up with Harley as it is.

❥Once you gain your free will again, you have to continuously prove your loyalty. Of course she can guarantee it herself if she has to, but you’ve managed to catch her eye. So prove your worth to her, prove that her interest in you isn’t just a mistake. It will take a long time. She’s been wronged one too many times, and she won’t make that mistake again.

❥Even if you manage to gain her trust, she won’t drop her walls around you. Though she’s a bit nicer. Ivy knows that a person works better with praise, but she also means it deep down. She doesn’t say what she doesn’t mean, so don’t take her words for granted. Not that you really can when her perfume scent always seems to cloud your senses.

❥You let Ivy make the first move when it comes to touch. For a seductress, she won’t touch you if she doesn’t have to. Not to mention the toxins that fill her blood. Who knew if one tap on her shoulder meant your certain doom…but maybe that was a bit of the thrill you loved when being by her side. Though you’ve seemed to find a small soft spot in her heart, right next to Harley Quinn. She wouldn’t tell you that though, best to leave you on your toes lest you get too comfortable.

❥After going so long without a single touch from the green goddess, when she started playing with your hair, you found yourself seizing up. Ivy brushed her fingers through it so gently, yet all you could wonder is if it was finally over. If she grew bored of you, or if she started to find you bothersome. But her gentle reassurances lulled you. Her warm voice and gentle hands relaxed you. It was then that you realized her affections for you ran deeper than she led on.

❥You’re first kiss was electrifying. That underlying thrill that your life was held in her hands. That she killed men with the very action she committed tenderly with you. Yet deep down you knew she wouldn’t hurt you.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Catwoman

❥It's not easy catching her attention. She won’t settle for less than perfection. She is catwoman after all, she has a reputation to uphold. So when she looked at you, and I mean really looked at you, she decided why not have a little fun? Whether you’re a villain, anti-hero, vigilante, or civilian, she’ll take time out of her busy schedule to drop by.

❥She likes to give mixed signals. It keeps you far enough for her to feel in control, yet it also satiates her hunger. She’ll lean in real close, only to grab something from behind you type of beat. She loves to watch you become a stuttering mess, but she doesn’t mind if you banter back. It’s all a part of the fun.

❥No matter how close you seem to get, you’re somehow still a mile away from Selina. She slips away from your affection without you even realizing it. She always turns the moment into a suggestive one. If she left it tender, then it would be too real. It takes time for her to warm up to you and really trust you.

❥If anything, the first kiss happens before anything truly tender. The kiss catches you both off guard, neither sure who started it. Selina tries to wrap it into something that doesn’t make her heart stutter. Tries to turn it suggestively like she always does, but with the way you tenderly hold her cheeks, she feels herself melt. Finally, she succumbs to these feelings you managed to stir within her, and she isn’t sure if she wants to thank you or curse you out. Maybe she’ll settle for a dinner, tab on you of course.

378 notes · View notes

batman-dc-imagines · 21 days

Note

I'm begging you! Please make a short fic or something of the btas dork squads s/o wearing this:

This has been on my single brain cell for the last 15 hours.

BTAS!Riddler

Relation: Romantic

Like the other two boys, he’s flustered as hell.

But also intrigued.

Asks what’s the occasion.

Will probably do a little wolf whistle while shamelessly looking over your entire body.

He takes in every little detail, and curves on your body.

Will give you compliments.

Probably throw in a riddle somehow.

BTAS!Scarecrow

Relation: Romantic

Oh boy.

You got this man all flustered.

His mask doesn’t do him any justice.

His line of sight will dart all over the place trying not to stare.

He fails miserably but that gives you the confidence to trail a hand over his shoulder and whisper things into his ear.

He practically melts where he stands.

BTAS!Mad Hatter

Relation: Romantic

Oh frabjous day!

He thinks you look stunning!

There is a bit of tint to his face when he gets a better look at your fit the closer he looks over you.

He’ll put one gloved hand on your waist while holding your other hand with his and spin you around.

Asks if there’s one like it in blue that he can get for you.

68 notes · View notes

rae-raewrites · 5 months

Note

Can I request the BTAS dork squad + Harley Quinn for a s/o who’s scared of being abandoned? Please and thank you

You got it! And happy turkey day ya’ll I know who I’m thankful for. (Spoiler it’s you)

BTAS dork squad +harley with a s/o who’s scared of being abandoned

Riddler

Normally that suave,charismatic personality is enough to put anyone’s mind at ease. Just one of his many talents.

So when he plans to go out with jervis for the evening he automatically notices the uncomfortableness that has found its way onto your face.

“Dear? Is something a matter?”

He tries to pry gently. Years off and on in the mad house teachs you that some don’t have the ability to easily talk about some things.

Now when you actually do tell him he’s going to be a little stunned for a moment

You wouldn’t think that about him would you? Oh criminal he may be but he’s not-

Jervis can wait,he needs to set this straight immediately

He knows that words can only go so far

If he can he pretty much brings you wherever he can if not nothing is stopping him from taking a page out of the dark knight and investing in trackers

“Me abandon you? That would be stupid! And I’m the smartest there is!”

Scarecrow

Literally the perfect one to tell this too

His time teaching psychology

Does it originates from a specific incident? A group of incidents that culminated into a single reaction?

You don’t have to tell him of course! But it would be pretty nice for the personal notes………

But make no mistake he’s becoming your rock in this conversation

Lots of reassurance on his end

But also help you deal this healthily

I mean even he knows fear toxin in this situation isn’t going to help.

“Let me be the first to assure you that I’m going nowhere no matter how much you think you don’t deserve me so.”

Mad hatter

The idea of him leaving you alone is already such a crazy idea.

I mean cmon what’s a hatter without his Alice?

Automatically stunned when he realizes you’re worried about him abandoning you.

“Is that what you think? What utter balderdash! Never!”

Congratulations now he’s going to do everything he can to 180 this entire thing entirely

Pining for you entirely.

Like twice as many tea parties as normal

He NEEDS to assure you he’s not going anywhere

Alice isn’t getting abandoned on his watch!

Harley

Wether she will admit it or not this hits home for her

Years of being abandoned off and on again has given Harley a sense of knowing this kinda stuff

Especially if you’re staying attached to her like glue

“Sweetie you afraid I’m going somewhere?”

If you’re choosing to be open about it then be prepared for Harley to be Harley

All the over reassurance in the world with a heaping amount of love and affection

She’ll just make it a point to include you in everything now

#batman #batman rouges #asks #headcanon #x reader #batman the animated series #the riddler #scarecrow #mad hatter #btas riddler #btas mad hatter #edward nygma #jonathan crane #jervis tetch

121 notes · View notes

riddle-me-ri · 2 months

Note

hi uh, forgive me if this one's too weird, feel free to ignore but,, could we get some headcanon things of how the btas rogues would react to finding out reader is ticklish? teasing them about it and stuff like that?

your writings are wonderful btw i hope you're doing okay !! 🥺💖

a/n: asdfg I feel called out cause I'm stupidly ticklish lmao but this was super cute and fun to do! And I'm doing all right sweet anon, thanks for asking 💚

Content Warning: none

BTAS Dork Squad and BTAS Penguin with a Ticklish Reader

Riddler:

- It was completely by accident when he realized how ticklish you are.

- Eddie placed his hand on the side of your torso instead of on your waist-

- The little squeal you let out was both surprising and adorable.

- Ed definitely takes full advantage of this revelation.

- Taking too long to answer a riddle? Get tickled.

- Falling asleep while watching a movie. You will be waking up laughing.

- Literally, he will use any and everything he can as an excuse to tickle you.

Scarecrow:

- Not sure why, but I feel like Jonathan is also fairly ticklish.

- Yet, when he finds out you're just as ticklish…

- Jon falls for you more. It's another little something you two have in common.

- He knows how uncomfortable and even painful it can be to be tickled relentlessly.

However, the thought comes up periodically…especially to see you smile and hear your giggles.

- You're more likely to act on the teasing though!

- It's a privilege for you to not just know Jon's ticklish but to be able to tickle him and hear his own laughs.

Mad Hatter:

- Up there with Ed on the most likely to tease the most out of the four.

- Jervis knows it can be rather cruel…

- Oh, but sometimes he can't help it, your laugh is just too adorable.

- He loves nuzzling his nose into the side of your neck below your ear and the little giggles it elicits from you.

- When the two of you are dancing, every now and then he wiggles his fingers into your sides to get you to curl up laughing.

- Snuggling into bed for some quality reading time, can swiftly turn into a fight for your life as you try to catch your breath from his latest tickle attack.

- There truly is no sweeter, more endearing sound than you giggling Jervis’ name…

Penguin:

- Oswald teases, but only when it's appropriate.

- He won't do anything that may embarrass you or bring any unwanted attention to the two of you.

- But if the two of you are alone or in a busy enough environment where no one can notice, it's free game.

- Ozzie will likely tickle you when it looks like you're getting bored or sleepy.

- Also his go to method whenever you're feeling a little down.

- Definitely the type to tickle under your chin and along your neck.

- Oswald is also likely to be very ticklish in his belly area, and you definitely use it to your advantage like he does.

#ri writes #btas riddler x reader #btas edward nygma x reader #btas scarecrow x reader #btas jonathan crane x reader #btas mad hatter x reader #btas jervis tetch x reader #btas penguin x reader #btas oswald cobblepot x reader #btas dork squad x reader

77 notes · View notes

multifanatics · 1 year

Text

Waiting Out a Storm

A/N: I put nearly everyone in this so I could get a taste of their characters. I nearly fell asleep writing this so hopefully its not horrible.

Warnings: Sexual content, General fluffiness, Anxiety due to storms, There could be more that I didn't think of.

Edward Nygma // Riddler

It’s raining and he’s unable to hear himself think against the loud noise of the wind.

He’s annoyed nonetheless, he can’t get work done in these conditions.

Makes himself hot chocolate and steals all the blankets in the house.

If you're nice to him he’ll maybe share one blanket but don’t count on it.

If the power goes out and there’s nothing to do.

He’s offering you to warm him up.

He gets cold and hates being cold.

He’s miserable and makes it your problem more than it is his.

If you seem nervous or scared because of the storm he may be more accommodating to letting you have blankets. MAYBE.

One way or another definitely leads to sex.

Victor Fries // Freeze

It’s snowing in Gotham? It’s Christmas for Victor.

The wind and heavy snow he’ll be outside the entire time.

That is of course if you aren’t at all nervous due to the blizzard.

If you are that’s alright, He’ll stay inside for you.

Making sure you are warm enough.

You both are going to sit on the couch and watch your favorite movie.

Power goes out? May not be what you want but he’s willing to play chess or any other type of board game with you.

If you ask him, he may be willing to try and keep you warmer. Even if his body temperature is lower then the current storm.

Keeps you wrapped up in blankets no matter what.

His body temperature can handle the negatives but yours can’t or at least shouldn’t.

Harvey Dent // Two Face

Harvey hates storms, while Harv doesn’t mind them.

Harvey will cuddle you under piles of blankets clinging to you for warmth.

While Harv will more than likely be found outside if the coin allows him to be.

Otherwise Harv is indoors and clung to you in a much different way than Harvey.

Harv typically has his hands on your hips, chin on your shoulder everywhere you go.

While Harvey is much more a pile of blankets and cuddles.

Human furnace and knows it.

Harv would be much more open to fucking for warmth, even offers.

Harvey strikes me as the kind of man who would build a pillow fort during a storm if you’re both anxious or the power is out.

While Harv would be fine just falling asleep.

Jonathan Crane // Scarecrow

One of the first things you told him was your fear of storms.

And now he gets to watch how you react.

He does not leave your side during the storm for personal reasons that can range from your warmth to your fear.

Horror movies, blankets, and hot chocolate.

If the power goes out? Horror stories with a flashlight like they do at camps in October.

Cuddle him and tell him about your fear he was a psychiatrist after all maybe he can help… or make it much worse by accident, possibly.

I’m in the middle of him waiting for you to offer sex or he doesn’t enjoy it during a storm.

I see him as a “No power, no problem.” kind of guy and somehow getting everything he needed done.

He gets cold and sort of carries around a blanket like a cape. Over his shoulders and occasionally encasing him if he stands still.

Paranoia is his specialty, don't try to hide it from him, he’ll find out anyway.

Jervis Tetch // Mad Hatter

Tea party in the dark even if the power is working.

Definitely at least a little bit anxious himself.

Is against any kind of “more heat” ideas you can think of.

He has a routine, hiding in blankets and drinking tea in the dark and silence.

Though since you’re there maybe it doesn’t have to be silent.

Sharing blankets is a must with him, maybe not all cuddly but definitely share your blankets.

Can be clinging if he’s extra anxious.

He keeps the power off even if it’s working. He can’t hypnotize the lights to stay on so he rather not have the surprise.

Super sweet if you are anxious as well.

Recites his favorite poetry, books, or lines from a movie.

Joker

His current hideout has a backup generator so don’t worry about the lights going out

What? If there’s no lights how is he supposed to know if people actually enjoy his jokes?

He’s nowhere to be seen except you know he’s in the same place as you.

He takes this time to get more work done.

If you need him for warmth you can sit on his lap while he works.

If he doesn’t have anything to get done? He’ll drive you mad with a bunch of different jokes.

He doesn’t cuddle and he won’t screw around during a storm.

Gives you blankets then sits next to you.

He doesn’t get cold, maybe a little bit but it’s not something he can’t handle.

If you’re anxious he can always offer a kiss and some jokes.

Oswald Cobblepot // Penguin

It’s storming? Since when?

He has to look outside to know it’s storming.

He’s not at all phased by any type of storm unless he’s caught wind of someone plotting against him.

You need to voice to him you’re nervous and want him to stay around otherwise he’ll be off working.

If you voice to him you are anxious he’ll offer to watch a movie or something.

He’s burying you in the warmest blankets if you say you’re cold and you have goosebumps.

He’s actually very understanding and not very bothered by you at all.

It was about time he took a break anyway.

He has backup generators for backup generators he has power in all ways that matter.

If you want to screw around he’ll cockwarm but he’s only going to mess around if the mood takes him.

Harleen Quinzel // Harley Quinn

She complains.

She hates the cold but surprisingly doesn't mind storms.

Harley will cuddle or at least fall asleep on your chest or shoulder.

Will steal your blankets.

Clingy in a non clingy way. She’ll go up to you and stare at you until you get a clue, if you don’t then she minds her own business.

Definitely down for messing around, much more teasing.

She will do whatever the hell you want too.

She’ll talk about the days before she became Harley Quinn, and how much colder the cells are at Arkham.

If you manage to snuggle up to her she’ll share her blankets.

She clears all anxiety with her degree.

Pamley Isley // Poison Ivy

Claims its nature letting go.

LOVES storms and doesn’t mind the cold.

Checks on her plants during the storm.

Disregards you unless you pay attention to her.

Say you're cold and she will make the best herbal tea.

She’s calming your anxiety with talk of which plants grow better in the cold and why they need the cold.

She understands nature and wants nothing more than to ensure everything she likes is alright.

She shares her blankets with you.

Would watch whatever.

You fall asleep and she’ll leave you a few blankets and go outside to enjoy the storm.

704 notes · View notes

mischievous-marchie · 1 year

Note

Arkhamverse Dork Squad having romance with their fem!therapist at Arkham in secret?

I went the route of starting the relationships, but I would be into the idea of expanding on these eventually!

Arkham!Dork Squad x Therapist!Reader Headcanons

SFW, secret relationship, power dynamic, shift in power dynamic, varying degrees of manipulation by the dorks

Jervis Tetch

The last thing Jervis wants is to be sent back to Arkham. It's a hellish place and nothing good has ever happened to him there.

That is until he has his first session with you.

You're not like the other doctors he's spoken to. You always have a kind word and genuinely seem to be trying to understand him.

He falls fast and hard. By your third session, he's already making his feelings known..

You think he's... Sweet. Charming, even. You'd be lying if you said there wasn't an attraction there, but... It would be highly unprofessional.

You're also aware of his history of being manipulated. With your position as his therapist, you're afraid of inadvertently taking advantage of him.

That doesn't stop him from trying to woo you.

Complimenting your appearance at the start of each session, slipping in hidden words of endearment when answering your questions.

Even giving you small gifts he makes from the few little crafting materials he's allowed to have. Usually origami.

You're falling for him. You'd lose your job if anyone found out.

The appropriate thing would be to transfer him to someone else, but you're afraid of how he'd react to the switch. He's been doing so well and you'd hate for him to lose that progress.

Looks like you have an important decision to make.

He greets you with his usual fondness and the gift of a paper flower.

"Jervis. We need to talk about... This," you say, holding up the gift you'd just received from him.

"About my affection?" He giggles, leaning forward in his chair. "Ah, doctor doctor. A glimpse of perfection! I certainly hope you have no objection..."

"I don't," you confess. And that's exactly the problem. "You know what that means, don't you?"

"Well. I believe it means," the Hatter grins ear to ear, clapping as he delivers his excited response. "The courtship has been successful! Now... When shall we have the wedding? I believe Spring is-"

"It means I can't be your therapist anymore, Jervis!"

His smile fades. A looked of panicked realization fills his eyes.

"You're... Leaving me?"

"No, I'm. I don't know what I'm doing, honestly."

Every idea you could think of to handle this while still keeping contact was flawed. Handing him over to another therapist would limit you to visiting hours. You'd barely see each other.

You couldn't just sign his release papers before he was ready either. And breaking him out was an absolute no-go.

He takes your hand in his. "Doctor, dear... Oh, can't you see? You're the only one who can understand me."

You realize that he's right. The other doctors don't get him. Don't respect him. They'd just as soon lock him away and forgot about him as look at him.

You can't leave him in someone else's hands. A secret relationship with your favorite patient it is then. Sealed, of course, with a kiss.

And to think you were worried about manipulating him.

Jonathan Crane

Jon seems... Indifferent toward you at the start of the session. All things considered, that doesn't really bother you.

You're more concerned when he starts turning the questions around on you. Asking you about your fears. You know he's done this with other doctors and it never ends well.

Usually they try to resist and end up playing directly into his hand regardless. He knows what he's doing, and if he's going to get his answers anyway...

You decide to try something different.

"Alright. We'll take turns. For each of my questions you answer honestly, I'll answer one of yours."

This surprises him somewhat. At least if the quirked brow is anything to go by.

He knows what you're trying to do here, and he honestly finds it naïve. Still... Something new, if nothing else. Sure. He'll play along.

"What kind of man was your father?" "How's your sleep? Fitful?" You go back and forth like this for a while.

He was expecting your first few questions. The basics that every doctor here uses to get a feel for their patient. But you manage to through a few curve balls as well. And he has to answer them or you'll deny him what he's looking for.

Perhaps you're not as naïve as he initially thought. A simple "well played, doctor," at the end of the session is as close as he'll come to admitting he's impressed.

Your following sessions follow a similar patterns. He tells you what you want to know, you tell him what he wants to know. It's a dangerous game you're playing, but a risk you're willing to take for even the smallest chance at progress.

You don't know when your mutual analysis of each other took a turn toward conversing like old friends, but somehow it made sense. You each knew things about the other that no one else did. As crazy as it sounded, there was a kind of trust there now.

Initially, that building of trust had been a part of Jon's plan. A way he could control you. What he hadn't planned on was his developing respect for you.

Respect that made it a whole lot harder for him to take advantage of that trust. But not impossible. A minor setback at worst, he assures himself. One he will overcome.

Or so he thinks, until the delay in his plans leaves just enough time for respect to develop into something more.

He's... Not happy with this development to say the least.

You notice during one of your sessions that he's quieter. Observing you more than usual.

You know him well enough to know that something's troubling him. And you bet your ass that as his therapist and friend, you're going to question him on it.

He evades the question at first, turning the questions around on you like he did in your first session.

And just like your first session, you bring out your now tried and true method. "I'll answer one of your questions. But you have to answer mine."

You even give him first question to sweeten the deal.

He trails off in thought, looking you over one last time before asking. "How's your sleep?"

"You've asked me that one before," you point out.

"Answer it."

"...Better, lately. Since we started having our talks," you confess.

There's a beat of silence. How rare it must be for the fearful Scarecrow to hear he'd had a positive impact on someone's sleep.

"Now," you tell him. "You have to answer my question. What's bothering you?"

"Unfortunately for us both, doctor," he finally answers. A curse on his plans, and certainly a curse on the recipient of his feelings. "It would seem that I'm in love with you."

You stare at him in silence, unable to find the words. As unprofessional as it may be, the feeling is mutual.

In lieu of a verbal response, you kiss him on the cheek, marking the beginning of a new secret between you.

Edward Nygma

As expected, he's highly antagonistic during your first session. There is nothing wrong with him, he insists, and your attempts to 'help' him are going to be a fruitless endeavor.

Needless to say, he doesn't like you.

Expect a lot of sarcasm, insults, and passive aggression.

You don't let it get to you though. Your job is to listen to him and help him work through his problems. Not that the man believes he has any problems, and he will lash out if you bring it up.

So you don't. You try to be more subtle.

You listen to him talk. You compliment him on his intelligence and insight, always toeing that line between validating him and just feeding his ego.

And honestly, you do believe he's brilliant. His potential is endless and you have no doubt that he could do just about anything he put his mind to.

Over time the barbed insults begin to fade, replaced by... Well, backhanded compliments.

"You know? You're not NEARLY as intellectually shortsighted as those other doctors I've spoken to. Why... I'm even beginning to believe you may possess a brain under that pretty little cranium of yours."

"Um... Thanks?"

No one said it would be easy, but you take this as a sign that he's warming up to you.

This is all but confirmed when he gifts you a puzzle box.

Where he got it, you have no idea. But his trust in you not to tell about the contraband item, not to mention the fact he would gift you something at all speaks volumes.

...Unless it's a trap.

"My dear, if I wished to entrap you, the means would be far more intricate than this."

Really. What do you take him for?

You think he couldn't turn your entire office into a deathtrap if he wanted to? Now that would be an endeavor worthy of his genius. And you'd never suspect a thing!

But no, he doesn't want you dead. He likes you doesn't want to waste his valuable time adjusting to a new therapist.

You keep the puzzle box secret, even as the guard arrive to take Eddie back to his cell.

And the moment you're alone, you start to work on it. You don't know what's driving you, but you're determined to solve it before your next session with him.

It takes... Longer than you expected. In hindsight, you suppose a puzzle from the Riddler wasn't going to be easy.

But little by little, you work at it, counting the days until you see Eddie again.

It's not until the final day that you manage to solve it. The box clicks open to reveal what is, essentially, a miniature Riddler trophy and the word 'CONGRATULATIONS' written in green across the bottom of the box.

Just in time to hear the knock at your office door. The guards bringing him in for his weekly session.

"I see you've solved it, doctor."

You nod your head, giving a hum of acknowledgement.

"And how long did it take you, might I ask?" he questions, eyeing you expectantly.

"I confess... I've been working on it all week."

A satisfied chuckle. "Then my estimations were correct. But then, that's hardly a surprise."

"Really, Ed? Another shot at my intelligence?" You quirk a brow. Your accusation is calm, but firm. "I take it this was an attempt to prove my stupidity."

He laughs at the insinuation, barking out an amused, "NO!"

You already know his opinions on the limited intellect of... Well, anyone who isn't him. Although the curse you bear isn't quite so heavy.

"Alright... But the way you're talking makes it sound like this wasn't just some random gift."

"Sharp as ever, doctor!"

"Then what? What was the point of this?"

"Mm... Think of it as... A little distraction. A way to keep you thinking about me until we could meet again."

He. Wanted to keep you thinking about him. You freeze at the implication, and you have to admit... That was smooth.

"Eddie. You know I'm your therapist. We can't-"

"Really? Because your eagerness to solve my puzzle. To IMPRESS me, and don't deny it doctor! I could see it in your eyes; tells me that we're already beyond a professional relationship."

The dawning realization that he's right consumes you. You had been trying to impress him. It had been the driving force behind your tireless efforts. The reason you couldn't just leave it alone.

You wanted his attention. And he wanted yours.

"So. You have another puzzle for me this week, I hope."

"I might have something... Trade you for a kiss."

You laugh quietly before allowing your lips to meet his. You know your job's on the line, but it's a risk you're willing to take.

#jervis tetch #mad hatter #dc mad hatter #jonathan crane #the scarecrow #dc scarecrow #edward nygma #the riddler #riddler #jervis tetch x reader #mad hatter x reader #jonathan crane x reader #scarecrow x reader #edward nygma x reader #riddler x reader #arkhamverse #headcanons #sfw post

969 notes · View notes

batmanrogues-scenarios · 4 months

Note

💗for Scarecrow, Two Face, Riddler, and Mr. Freeze

💗 How do they show affection?

Scarecrow

by acts of service. S/O can't reach something? He makes a stool so they have less problems. Can't sleep? He reads them a book.

Two-Face

Harvey says sweet words and kisses their forehead while Harv brings them presents.

Riddler

Cuddles or touches S/O a lot more, he's like cat. Will hiss at abyone who he doesn't like but the moment he likes someone they're not allowed to take him off.

Mr. Freeze

Sweet words and support. He will make sure to lesser their trouble or get rid of them.

#scarecrow x reader #pati writes #jonathan crane x reader #two face x reader #harvey dent x reader #riddler x reader #edward nygma x reader #mr freeze x reader #victor fries x reader #emoji ask game

114 notes · View notes

acapelladitty · 4 months

Text

coup de foudre

Pairing: Riddler/Reader (& Scarecrow)

Summary: Drinking in the Iceberg Lounge, Edward and Jonathan set their sights on an unsuspecting woman and decide to engage in a 'friendly' competition to win her affections. (2.8k words)

“You’re annoying me.”

Blinking his surprise at the unexpected comment, Edward tilted his head back to the booth as he fixed Jonathan with a questioning stare.

“You say that so often that those words have lost meaning, Crane.”

Visibly irritated, Jonathan Crane knit his brow as he followed Edward’s earlier gaze, his sharp eyes sweeping across the Iceberg Lounge.

“I have asked you the same question twice now and twice you have ignored me. So now I want to see what has captured your interest so much that you would risk missing information.”

Jonathan’s eyes settled on the few patrons who sought refuge at the high stools of the bar.

A young couple, their hands disgustingly wrapped up in each other as they giggled at something asinine.

An older goon, his unflinching dedication to his ongoing alcoholism making him a familiar sight at the bar as he worked part-time security for Oswald in exchange for a discount on certain liquors.

A brunette woman, her shapely legs tilted to the side as she carefully adjusted the dark skirt which lay tight against her thighs-

“Ah.” Jonathan tutted. “Nygma, you pathetic beast.”

“What nonsense has captured your meagre brain now?”

“Is your attention so fleeting that you would ignore a known killer in favour of making eyes at some pretty little thing sitting at a bar herself?”

It was Edward’s turn to scowl, and he did so with open contempt, his coiffed hair jiggling in place as he turned sharply to look at the woman again.

“Some of us enjoy the company of others, Crane. We aren’t so closed off the concept of human pleasure and connection.”

“So you want to fuck her?” Pairing his vulgarity with a swig of his whisky, Jonathan took sadistic pleasure in the slight hint of surprise which crept into Edward’s features. “She’s pretty. Are you so pathetic that you’re afraid of rejection?”

“Rejection? No. But experience has taught me to take care when sniffing around the types of women who frequent this lounge. There have been,” Edward paused, “situations.”

His interest piqued; Jonathan tapped the table in impatience as he awaited a further explanation.

“Some expected payment after the act. One had a husband return home early and spoil the arrangement. One even pulled a gun on me and stole my wallet.”

Jonathan barely hid his derisive snort. “How is Selina getting on this holiday period?”

“Hilarious.” Edward tasted his gin with downturned lips. “We both know she doesn’t need a gun to take a wallet from a man.”

“Brown hair. Blue eyes. Attractive. Very unlike yourself.” Listing off the unknown woman’s qualities, Jonathan could see the appeal. Her short dark skirt was paired with a deep blue shirt – the material very satin-like as the breeze of passing patrons made it shift across her back. Sensing an opportunity for cruelty, Jonathan adjusted the wire-rimmed glasses which sat atop his nose and smoothed the wilder edges of his hair before quickly standing to his feet. “If you are too much of a coward to move then perhaps I should show the lady a good time.”

Striding towards the bar with purpose, Jonathan blatantly ignored the irritated call of his name from the now-incensed Edward as he slammed an open palm on the booth table.

x-x-x-x-x

With the music fading as the hired band set up for a new song, the cocktail within your hand felt comfortably chilled as you bring it to your lips and take a long sip. The Iceberg Lounge. Not a usual haunt which you found yourself in but the weeknight specials had proven too tempting to ignore – reputation of the establishment be damned.

Your shirt felt nice against your skin, providing a good barrier to the chill of the lounge and its ice theme. Three cocktails in with very little plan on stopping, the idea of enjoying the atmosphere and maybe scoring a quick takeaway on the path home was appealing enough to make a soft sigh slip free of your lips.

A presence to your side makes you turn in place, and you find the barstool next to your own filled by an incredibly tall man, his profile showcasing his sharp chin and large nose as he caught the eye of the barman.

“Whisky. Top shelf. Three fingers.” A set of instructions which were quickly followed as he soon found himself with a tumbler glass full of amber liquid being pressed into his thin hands.

Wearing a brown suit, the colour feeling a little dated as it were paired with a lighter brown shirt, the man seemed quite comfortable as he took the drink and quickly inhaled a sip, clearly allowing the liquor to sit in his mouth for a moment before swallowing.

“Good evening.”

Startled, your eyes widen as you realise that the man is speaking to you directly – his head having turned to showcase wire-rimmed glasses that did nothing to hide a crystal blue gaze which sparks a shiver low in your spine.

“Hi.”

“It’s nice in here, isn’t it.”

Blushing at the attention, you find yourself pressing your legs together as you turn your body to meet your new friend.

“Seems nice enough, Mr?”

“Call me Jonathan.” His expression is warm, inviting in a very particular way even as you get the feeling that this is a man who is used to getting what he wanted from those around him.

“Hi, Jonathan.” You incline your glass to him as you adjust the simple silver bracelet which hangs around your wrist. “What brings you here on a weeknight?”

“I’m a professor by trade and the last batch of essays that I received have pushed me to drink.” Jonathan answers in a deadpan tone.

Laughing at the answer, your eyes dip low before travelling up his frame as they admire just how tall he is.

“A professor! Wow! Of?”

“Psychology.”

“Oh, interesting!” Perking up at that information, you allow the alcohol in your system to do the speaking. “Can you tell me something about myself that you already know?”

His gaze once again rolls across your face and you giggle despite yourself.

“I can tell you’re a woman who isn’t afraid to drink by herself in a bar full of monsters and criminals.”

“Jon!” A second voice joined your conversation as another man approached from behind Jonathan’s back, his hand clapping on his thin shoulder for a moment as a wide grin split his lips. “I was hoping to catch you here! I got a message from your wife last night asking for me to remind you that her alimony is due and that the kids aren’t happy that you stiffed them this weekend for your court-ordered visits. Again.”

Dropping into the available stool to your right, the red-haired man continued to speak but this time in a much more hushed tone as he leaned across your space while keeping a sensible difference.

“She’s a hellcat that one! Pamela doesn’t mince her words! I won’t repeat what she said in the presence of such a lovely lady,” he paused to flash you a small smile, “but I think you’d better toddle off and give her a ring before she comes down here herself to drag your wallet from your spindly fingers.”

Turning back to Jonathan as an unease settles in your gut, your eyes widen in surprise once again as his previously warm expression is gone – utterly eviscerated by the hard lines and scowl which now decorate his features.

“Edward-”

“Come on, pal.” Edward, the new man, continued. “I would head off and sort out your mess before something awful happens.”

To your surprise, Jonathan stands and does exactly that, not bothering to spare you another glance as he stalks away from the bar and settles in a booth far off to the side where he almost disappears into the shadows.

“Nice guy,” Edward mutters, “but far too loose with his morals. A bit too fond of the drink and the ladies. A real shame.”

Feeling a little humiliated that you had been so easily taken in by such a womaniser, your elbows settle on the bar as you take another long drink from your glass, the gin cocktail warming your stomach from the inside out as you feel increasingly more tipsy.

“Any good?” Edward asks, pointing to your glass.

“Hmm? Oh. Yeah. It’s fine enough. A bit expensive mind.”

“I’m not surprised. I know the man who owns the place and he’s not one for allowing even a dime to slip through his fingers.”

“You know the Penguin?”

“I work as a consultant for certain engineering projects and Mr Cobblepot has used me in that role a few times.”

“What’s he like?” Curiosity itching at your tipsy mind, you turn to face Edward as you ask the question.

“Oh, he’s a very complicated man. It would be hard to describe him in a sentence.”

“Then use more than one.”

It’s a cheeky response and it gets a smile from him, his pearly white teeth appearing almost blindingly white in the dimness of the bar.

“Then let me buy you a drink and I will try, what’s your poison?”

“French 75.” Swirling the dregs of your cocktail around the glass, the cloudy liquid swirls away prettily.

“Barkeep, a lovely French 75 for the even lovelier lady.”

x-x-x-x-x

Giggling as your messy fingers struggled to flick on the light to the supply closet, the click of the switch matched the slam of the closing of the door as Edward kicked it shut behind him. Having stumbled down the corridor as Edward guided you loosely with his hands on your shoulders, you had managed to make it past the staff without being seen as you sought out a more private space.

“I don’t normally do this.” You pant, back pressing against the shelves of extra napkins and tablecloths. “I hope you don’t think the worst of me.”

His red hair almost glowing under the lightbulb which shoddily lit the small space, Edward quirked a brow at your insistence but said nothing as he took a step towards you. The deep green suit which wrapped around his frame seemed much darker in the dimness and butterflies fluttered around your stomach as he dipped his head to catch your lips in his own.

It was a filthy kiss; his tongue immediately demanding entrance into your mouth as his firm hands dug themselves into your hips, holding you in place as he pressed his body against your own. Allowing him to lead, you bring your hands to his chest, playfully undoing his dark tie and dropping it to the floor before ruching your skirt up slightly to allow his knee to plant itself between your legs.

“Did you think you would end up here?” Edward spoke finally, his showman voice having deepened to something approaching a growl. “Being fucked in a supply closet by a man your barely know?”

“Think?” You gasp out as his hands slip down from your hips to hike your skirt up fully, exposing your black cotton panties to his wandering fingers. “No. But i’m an optimist.”

“You have a smart mouth.” Edward muses, emerald eyes flashing as he swipes his thumb along your lower lip. “Maybe it would be better suited elsewhere.”

Following his lead as his fingers deftly unzip his slacks, he quickly frees his half-hard cock as you drop to your knees – carefully avoiding a nearby mop – and quickly take his cock in hand. You can see the faintest hint of his pubes peeking free of the zipper and an absurd bubble of laughter touches at your throat as you take in their reddish appearance.

A true redhead then.

His cock feels velvety and hot in your hand as you pump along the length for a moment. He was a decent length, nothing unmanageable, and a rumble of pleasure rolls through him as you take the tip of his cock into your mouth – teasing the end with your tongue. Moaning at the slight taste of pre-cum, you suck gently at his cockhead and admire the way in which he jerks his hips forward in an attempt to sink more of his length past your lips.

“Christ.” He grunts and you glance up to see his gaze fixed on your expression. You can see yourself in his eyes, on your knees before him as you willingly suck him off and a flash of arousal curls low in your gut and the dampness of your panties makes your thighs press together.

You work his cock over for a minute, alternating between using your hands and your mouth until he is rock hard and visibly leaking pre-cum.

“Are you going to fuck me now?” You ask, batting your eyelashes up at him as you watch a small bead of sweat trail across his forehead.

“I think you deserve a reward.” He concedes and a short squeal slips free of you as his strong hands grip at your shoulders and pull you up to face him once again. His gaze is clouded by lust and you both grunt as he whirls you in place and rubs himself against your back. “Such pretty girls are never usually this good. Will you be a good girl for me?”

Nodding as a blush crawls across your cheeks and down your neck, the slight praise makes your breath quicken and you spread your knees to allow him to slip your panties free of your ass.

His fingers immediately go to work and you muffle a cry in your forearm as a firm finger trails along your slit, gathering the dampness there before spreading it playfully across your upper thigh. Pleased with how wet you were, his cockhead is quick to follow the finger as it bumps messily against your slit – swiping across your cunt and causing a bolt of pleasure to roll through your groin as it brushes your clit.

“Fuck me, Edward.” You groan out, pressing back against him as you tighten your grip of the shelf. “Please?”

“Such a good girl.” Edward purrs, wrapping his free hand around your body as his fingers come to rest atop your clothed chest – his fingers squeezing at your tit gently as he rolled his hips against your ass. With a quick thrust, he buried himself with you and the sudden discomforting stretch paired with the pleasure of finally having your neglected cunt filled makes your breath catch in your throat.

He immediately sets a quick pace, thrusting himself in such a way that his cock brushed that delightful spot within your walls that sent sparks flying up your spine with every stroke. Pressed against your back, he never pulled himself free, instead preferring to keep at least his tip buried in your cunt as he rutted against you like an animal. It was intense and it was hot, and the little grunting breaths which met every roll of his hips filled the air just as quickly as the scent of sex and sweat.

“I haven’t been fucked like this in a long time.” You gasp out between thrusts, your scrambling fingers laying atop his as he continued to squeeze at your chest through your silk shirt. “I’m glad you frightened off that other guy if this is the reward I get for making a good choice.”

x-x-x-x-x

Sitting at his original booth with a blank expression, Jonathan had watched with vague amusement as Edward wheedled his way into the attractive brunette’s graces. It was impressive how easily Edward could compartmentalise his own narcissism to feign interest in another to fulfil his more primal needs.

Charm was a skill which could be as learned as trigonometry and his own experiences had taught him that it was much easier to catch flies with honey than vinegar.

Catching the attention of a passing waitress, Jonathan narrowed his features in clear disgust as he set about getting his revenge.

“Radio and tell Cobblepot that Jonathan Crane has just watched two of his patrons disappear into the ground level supply closet and that they did not seem intent on paying their tabs once finished. Tell him he owes me for this tip.”

Recognising the name with a fearful shudder, the waitress nodded as her hands flew to the small black radio which every waitress had fitted to their uniforms as she flitted off to relay the message.

Smirking to himself as he took a sip of his whisky sour, Jonathan angled his body within the booth to offer himself the best view of the corridor leading to the supply closet as he awaited the eventual fireworks which he had just lit the fuse of in an unbridled show of pettiness.

#riddler #edward nygma #scarecrow #jonathan crane #riddler x reader #edward nygma x reader #edward nashton #edward nigma

122 notes · View notes

summercourtship · 1 year

Text

stay to burn (only to drown instead) | batman fanfiction masterpost

pairings: bruce wayne/batman x reader; jonathan crane/scarecrow x reader; edward nashton/riddler x reader

warnings/notes: a mixture between the nolan movies and the 2022 film, i.e. cillian murphy's scarecrow; robert pattinson's batman; paul dano's riddler, canon-typical violence, unhealthy relationships, secret relationships, secret identities, slow burn in some aspects but fast in others, eventual smut, eddie doesn't come in for a few chapters jsyk

“Fear,” he smiled as if he was making a joke you didn’t yet understand, “shouldn’t control you. Not when it comes to opportunities like this.” You’re silent, worrying your bottom lip between your teeth. Frozen in indecision, eyes focused on a random paper on his desk. Then he said your name quietly. “Fear only has as much power as you want to give it.” You looked him in his eyes- his crystal clear eyes, penetrating and sharp in their clarity- and the words spilled from your mouth like you’d been put under a spell. Hypnotized, like always. “Alright. Then I’ll do it.” or, Reader accepts an offer to TA for Dr. Jonathan Crane's Psychology of Fear class and everything goes to shit from there.

AO3 LINK | WATTPAD | playlist

my new multi-chapter fic!! I'm super excited to share this with you all, finally! I know there is so much happening in it so I have no idea how long it will end up being because I want to give every element the attention it deserves (the first chapter is over 10,000 words long- the longest chapter I think I've ever written)

CHAPTERS:

chapter one: Water to tread [Ao3 | wattpad | tumblr: I, II] chapter two: Hard times in the city [Ao3 | wattpad | tumblr: I, II] chapter three: All that for this? [Ao3 | wattpad | tumblr: I, II] chapter four: Thirteen floors {Ao3 | wattpad | tumblr: I, II] chapter five: Sanity in the honeymoon phase [Ao3 | wattpad | tumblr: I, II] chapter six: Karma [Ao3 | wattpad | tumblr: I, II] chapter seven: Enigmatology [Ao3 | wattpad | tumblr: I, II] chapter eight: Poor, Sweet, Innocent [Ao3 | wattpad | tumblr: I, II] chapter nine: Treachery [Ao3 | wattpad | tumblr: I, II]

#my fic #everybody wake up i wrote something #batman fanfiction #batman x reader #bruce wayne x reader #jonathan crane x reader #scarecrow x reader #edward nashton x reader #the riddler x reader #battinson

236 notes · View notes

tarrenterror25 · 2 months

Note

who do you think is the smoothest flirt between black mask, two-face, riddler, scarecrow, and penguin? i know this might depend on the version in question.

Ohhhh!! I like this one 🧐

Just hear me out; out of all of them: Black Mask. The man has no shame so he's coming out the game swinging. In any given version he's shown to be witty with his quips.

"You're supposed to be dead, let me fix that for you."

So I can only imagine his pick up lines are smooth. He's not shy about getting in someone's space either so expect a hand on your waist, thigh, or arm around your shoulder.

Two-Face is second. Public speaking and his charisma helps make him a smooth talker, great for conversation and playful banter, he's gonna have you giggling and kicking your feet.

Riddler could be a smooth flirt because he can come up with clever lines and quips, but he's so narcissistic that it's just not going to happen or it's going to come across as him boosting his own ego. He's not going to pick up on cues, take the opportunity to put his arm on your shoulder or anything. Head full. Many thoughts. None to do with flirting.

Scarecrow would be great at flirting. He understands psychology and can pick up on things like your body language. It won't be hard at all for him to read you and base his next move off of what he observes. He takes it slow, wants the anxiety in you to build up and get your heart racing. He knows you're expecting a kiss from him, your pupils are all dilated, your breaths are shallow and your gaze keeps drifting to his lips, but he's just going to continue staring at you for a bit, silent, letting the anticipation build up as he steps closer and closer only to smile and say something like "I'd like to do this again sometime." And he'll leave. An absolute menace, but he would have your knees buckling and heart racing.

Penguin is okay at flirting. Kinda average, can come off a bit sleazy. He's straightforward, not a lot of quips or clever innuendos. You're hot and he's into and he's just gonna outright say it, no beating around the bush.

#gotham rogues #rogues gallery #black mask #roman sionis #harvey dent #two face #Scarecrow #jonathan crane #riddler #edward nygma #penguin #oswald cobblepot #gotham rogues x reader

45 notes · View notes

blakeswritingimagines · 11 months

Text

Your relationship trope

Joker:

Enemies/Lovers on sight.

God X Follower

Gremlin X Sunshine.

Rowdy delinquent X Sweet dork.

Harley Quinn:

Chaotic badass X Sweet badass.

Quiet listener X Lord always talking.

Aggressively supportive.

Ultimate mom friend X Feral gremlin.

Catwoman:

Each other's impulse control.

Loves talking X Loves listening

Crazy moron X Intelligent moronsexual.

Parents without kids.

Riddler:

Tall angry bastard X Short actual sunshine.

Partner in crimes that are polar opposites.

Dumbass X That's my dumbass.

Dense X Dense.

Penguin:

Angry and protective X Soft and concerned.

Asshole X Tired of it

Please stop X Too much energy.

Chaotic with a soft spot X Normal but Chaos enabler.

Scarecrow:

Sweet baby X Litteral demon.

Overthinker X Touchy drama queen.

Grumpy X Sunshine.

They probably hate me X In love just terrible at showing it.

Deathstroke:

Stoic and serious X Chill.

Feral dumbass X Voice of reason.

Ray of sunshine X Touch them and die.

Evil X Reason they haven't destroyed the world yet.

Bane:

Low maintenance X High energy.

Big evil bastard X Smitten idiot.

Tall X Small.

Pessimist X Optimist.

Mr. Freeze:

Morticia and Gomez.

Pure-heated bean X Cynical goblin.

Super hyper and loud X Loves them anyway.

Has a crush X Doesn't notice.

Two-Face:

Edgy baby X Soft bastard.

Idiot X Loves their Idiots.

Flirty X Flustered.

Quiet X Bubbly.

Poison Ivy:

Mutual pining idiots.

Confident flirt X Expert at not taking the hint.

Sun X Moon.

Cinnabun X Hot-head.

Killer Croc:

Monster X Monster fucker

Cinnamon roll X Guard dog.

Hand warm X Hand cold.

Cluess as fuck X Bad at expressing emotions.

698 notes · View notes

hxney-lemcn · 4 months

Text

Fake Dating — General! Scarecrow, Riddler, Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, Catwoman x gn! reader

summery: an excuse to pretend to date the rogues (some scenarios go better than others)

tw: Harassment, bad intentions (scarecrow), toxic ex

a/n: do some of these count as fake dating? It's more like kissing to throw someone off but same deal ig.

wc: 2.2k

Master List

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Scarecrow

❥Your stupid boss made you stay back late. They didn’t care that it was dangerous at night, and you had to walk home. No, only work came first, safety was barely a thought. You were rightfully pissed, and the thought of quitting briefly fluttered through your mind.

❥Which led to your current predicament. The streets of Gotham were dark as you walked along the wet pavements. Your paranoia was proved correct when a catcall was heard from behind you. You kept walking, hoping that ignoring them would deter their unwanted advances. You heard two more pairs of footsteps fall in sync with your own.

❥Your heart started beating faster, eyes frantically looking for a way out. You were on a main street, but the people of Gotham don’t look twice when someone needs help. The men continued to harass you as you walked faster. You didn’t want to lead them to where you live, but nowhere was open this late at night.

❥That’s when you saw him. You didn’t know who he was, but so far he was better than the men behind you. It was a 50/50 chance that he was gonna kill you. So you jogged up to him, a fake smile on your lips as you greeted him, “Hey…love.”

❥When Jonathan had gone out for some fresh air, the last thing he expecting was someone coming up to him and calling him…love. Remind him that perhaps staying in his lab was better than taking a break. Jon stared at you like you had two heads, but the way your breath was rapid, your pupils constricted, and your eyes kept glancing behind you. You were scared, something he found amusing. Eyes trailing behind you, two drunken men leaned against a wall, seemingly waiting for you to be alone again.

❥Jon wasn’t a good man, he found the fact you ended up looking to the master of fear for help hilarious, but he didn’t let that show on his face. You clearly didn’t know who he was, otherwise you would’ve taken the two drunken idiots. He could’ve had his fun, deny you help and watch as your fear grew. Hell, he could’ve taken you in for his own heinous experiments, but there was something about you that made him reconsider. Perhaps it was the fact you trusted him (at least enough that you weren’t just running away), or maybe it was a tinge of selfishness. He wanted to be the cause of your fear, not some lowlifes.

❥”Hello…dear,” Jon replied back awkwardly. He wasn’t used to helping people, less so treating a stranger like a loved one. You felt your body relax when the stranger complied. Not to mention the fact that he looked intimidating. He was outrageously tall and his expression was grim. The two men groaned loudly, crying out about maybe next time.

❥For some reason, that rubbed Jon the wrong way. You weren’t his, not in any way, he didn’t even know your name! But for some damned reason, he didn’t like the thought of those two coming back to haunt you. He was supposed to be the one who haunted people's nightmares, not some nobodies. It was a matter of pride. And so he walked over to the two men, hand fiddling with the new fear toxin he had created. It was a dust, that once ingested, it would take immediate effect. He needed some test subjects for it anyway.

❥You felt your blood drain at the sight of your two harassers start screaming as the stranger blew an orange dust at them. No, he was no stranger, he was the notorious Scarecrow, and when he turned back around, he felt utter delight at the fear that shone through your eyes.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Riddler

❥It was hard focusing on the mechanical work when Eddie wouldn’t stop talking. When his fans found out you were his assistant, they blew up, drawing art and speculating about your relationship. You’ve been a part of fandoms before, so you didn’t think much of it. But seeing fanart of you and Eddie kissing did take a bit of a toll on your mental health.

❥Eddie had a harder time ignoring it, which made it harder for you to ignore it. Whenever he would look himself up, you seemed to pop up with him. It irritated him greatly. I mean he was supposed to be the one getting all the praise and attention, not you. And the fact that they put you on a pedestal right next to him? Were they even really his fans? You were a mere assistant, he could swap you out for anyone!

❥He’s read multiple fanfics of you two. He would never admit it. He’d also deny how they would make his heart pitter patter like an absolute sap. You bet your ass you walked in on him one time, laying on his stomach, feet kicking in the air as the fanfic he read concluded with the two of you kissing. He totally has an alt account that likes and shares all the stories he really thinks make him shine.

❥”Maybe if we pretended to date they’d get off our backs,” You offered. It was absolutely ridiculous and you knew it, but you’d do anything to get some work done in peace. Eddie scoffed, looking at you with a slight sneer. Really, how idiotic could you get? Why should he give those morons what they want? Absolutely not.

❥Yeah he caved pretty quickly. There was no other reason than to quench the masses. Nope. Nada. Why would he want to date you? He’s a man of intellect, not emotion. Mhm. Totally. And when he went live one day (obviously he covered his tracks so no one could find his location), and when you kissed his cheek on said live, the masses went crazy. In fact, your little plan had the opposite effect.

❥Eddie ate up all the attention you were bringing him. The revelation blew up on social media (much to Batman’s disarray). This caused Eddie to be even more annoying, and you found yourself completing even less work than before. He’d stop you to show how well someone drew him, he showed you praise, that was meant for you both, but twisted it to be about him only. He was a menace, but he was a charming menace.

❥The line between reality and fake blurred between you both. Now your role as assistant included showering Eddie with affection, on and off camera. You’d huff and puff about it, putting on a show of how much you didn’t want to kiss his cheek goodbye if you left the hideout, but deep down you loved it. No one was as close to the green clad man as you had become, and you felt a sense of pride that you had managed to overcome those barriers. Maybe you should thank your fans for aggressively shipping the two of you.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Harley Quinn

❥You found yourself dreading friend night. You and your friends would take time out of your busy schedules and catch up. Whether it would be about work, dating life, or any wrong doings you encountered. It was all fun…until they all started dating. Of course you were happy for them, that they were happy with their partners and wanted everyone to meet them. But that made you feel more of an outsider.

❥You frowned as the group chat bounced with more and more texts. You all were going to hang out tonight, and you were the last one to have a partner to bring with. Harley had noticed that your lovely smile was gone, so she asked about it. When you explained the situation to her she looked dumbfounded. “I’ll just go as your partner then, silly!”

❥That’s how you found yourself nearly sitting in Harley Quinn's lap during karaoke. Some of your friends were off put by the fact that Harley freaking Quinn was there, but the others welcomed her with open arms. She was loud, rambunctious, and never failed to sing loud and proud, even if she didn’t know the song. She also was being overly affectionate…well if she wasn’t already.

❥When she noticed one of your friends and their partner getting lovey dovey, she’d lean over and give you a kiss with a loud ‘mwah’. She held onto you tightly the entire night, boasting about how great you were and she was lucky you picked her. It was nice, but it felt bittersweet. She wasn’t saying that as your lover, she was saying that so your friends bought the story.

❥As the night finished, you found yourself in a worse place than you started. Bringing Harley made you realize just what you were missing. But Harley was a woman who knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to take it. So as you waved goodbye to all your friends, she wrapped her arms around your waist, leaning her head on your shoulder. “How about we do this for reals?”

❥Did you really think she’d let the night end there?

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Poison Ivy

❥You glared at your phone. They just wouldn’t leave you alone. You had blocked them from everything, and they still managed to contact you. It was over between the two of you but they couldn’t get the hint. No, it wasn’t even a hint anymore. You were practically screaming into their face that you were over them.

❥It went too far when they had reached out to you via your address. Even worse, you were having a day in with Pamela Isley, better known as Poison Ivy. Even worse than that? They had sent you a bouquet of red roses. Ivy frowned from where she sat, eyeing the vase with disdain. You yourself felt very similarly.

❥You didn’t even notice when Ivy walked up to you, taking the card that was imbedded in the dead flowers. Her expression continued to sour as she read the note. “You have quite the taste,” She murmured, tossing the card into the bin. “That taste has changed quite a while ago,” You replied back, unsure what to do with the flowers.

❥Ivy asked you to explain. So you told her about your previous relationship, how you ended things, and how they seemed to cling to you desperately still. She only let out a small ‘tsk’. She wasn’t jealous, no. She had no reason to be. She had the world at her fingertips. She could also tell when someone was lying, and you were telling the truth.

❥”Show them you moved on,” Ivy offered, taking a seat on the couch once more. You placed the flowers on a table, you’ll decide what to do with them later. You asked her how you could do that when that’s all you’ve been trying to do. She beckoned you closer, then grabbed your phone. Unlocking it, she pulled you closer into her, causing you to fall onto the couch. Then, she brought your face towards her and pressed your lips together. You felt like your problems vanished in an instant, unaware of the photo Ivy took. Then she pulled away, finding the unwanted admirer of yours quickly and sent the photo.

❥You watched with slight terror, only for Ivy to shut your phone off. If your ex was truly smart, they’d realize the woman you’re kissing in that photo was Poison Ivy, and that if they didn’t back off she wouldn’t take it lightly. But who knew, they were never the smart type. And you couldn’t help but long for more than just the taste Ivy had given you, your ex a distant memory.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Catwoman

❥Catwoman ran solo, everyone knew that. She worked best on her own. So when she asked you to accompany her on one of her heists, you did a double take. When you had asked her to clarify, she only winked. Oh how you hated how she had you wrapped around her pinky finger, but that’s how she likes them. She also promised a cut, which was more than enough to entice you.

❥She had you on watch guard. Not too bad you suppose. It wasn’t until the jewelry stores’ security alarm went off that you felt yourself double thinking this. You’d never leave Selina behind, but the thought of getting caught made your blood pump faster. You glanced around for witnesses, and only watched as people scuttled away. An alarm blaring was never a good sign, especially in Gotham.

❥Selina slinked down, civilian attire helping her blend in. You furrowed your eyebrows, not sure how she normally stole, but this seemed out of the ordinary. Selina pulled you away into the alley. Before you could ask her what the plan was, her lips were on yours. You gasped in surprise, sirens starting to ring out. Even scarier was the fact that a dark shadow overpassed you both.

❥Although, it was hard to think when she held you, when her lips pushed into yours so fervently. But you knew who she really was hiding from this time. Batman passed over, not even giving you both a second thought. Selina pulled away, she sent you a wink before sashaying away. You followed quickly, trying to ignore the way your heart pounded faster.

❥”If you’re really good, you might see more of those in your future,” Selina smirked.

204 notes · View notes