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Gotham Riddler x reader x Penguin episode 1 (Part 2)

Long time no see (Part 2)

*FlashBack from Season 2*

The large wall clock's ticking sound was fitting the client dining room where Oswald was sitting while waiting patiently for his father's return. He said he would be back in a moment but it seemed much longer to him for a strange reason. Could it be his overwhelming feeling that he wasn't alone anymore and had a real family and place to call home? Or.....perhaps he was just couldn't help but be impatient as usual.

Just then the big double doors opened wide as Mr. Elijah entered in with a joyful smile. "My apologies to keep you wait for so long, son. But now...I have the great honor to present you....my savior" The old man stepped aside revealing you who was standing right there with your hands behind your back and a nervous excretion across your face.

"Oh, please don't hide your beautiful face by staring down, you have nothing to be shy about...I accuse you, my dear" His soft tone made you feel less stressed, a bit at the very least. After all, it was your very first time to be invited for dinner here. Your face raised slowly up to meet with Oswald's icy blue eyes.

The raven-haired young man could feel his heart skip a beat only from the first sight of you. He could feel standing up from his seat quickly before he walked his way over you.

It was a matter of seconds for you to notice the 'difference' between his one foot and the way he was walking. But instead, like most people who found it to be funny...you thought it was rather cute.

Elijah stared with a clearly satisfied smile over you both as his reach to give your back some gentle taps. "My beloved son, meet (Name), my dear this is my boy, Oswald. I have a feeling...you two are going to get along pretty well"

"Oswald huh? That's a cool name you have" You commented happily and reached out your hand for a friendly shake.

As soon as he saw that move of yours, his hand cupped with yours in a perfect match. "I-It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance" Unknown to you, a gasp escaped from his mouth as a warm feeling began to fit in him.

"So, how about we all have a seat? Dinner will be ready soon and I think, we have much to discuss together. what you both think?"

"Yes of course, um....as soon as Oswald could let go of my hand" You didn't want to hear rude at all but your head couldn't think of any other way to make the young guy get your point.

"Oh, I...I am s-so sorry" Oswald chuckled nervously before he tried to apologize and removed his hand away.

Oswald stared at (name) contemplating how they held their composure before him and Mr. Elisah. There was something enticing about this person that kept pulling his gaze towards them, he watched how (name) became somewhat distracted by his chilling gaze. Oswald picked up the glass of red wine that was sat in front of him; he raised the glass to his lips before enquiring. "How did you find your journey?"  

For Oswald is felt somewhat odd trying to engage in small talk, which was very unusual for him for he had mastered the skill along the time ago, but today...it was hard to even do so. The creature before him had made him feel unsettled. He took a sip of the red wine awaiting (name) response.  

You hesitated to give an answer at first, as your hand reached to buy the back of your neck a bit nervously. "Well...I meet Mr. Elijah in one of my usual morning walks. He lost his balance and fell over the train rails. I didn't even realize how I found myself down there and trying my best help him clamp to the safety, the train was coming and the last moment...."

"They saved me Oswald" Elijah finished (Name's) line for them as he finally sat back to his chair. "That's why I felt so grateful for the kindness this remarkable person showed me, so I invited them here as a way to say 'Thank you'. However, I know just some food is not enough..."

"No, my good sir you invite me here and that's more than enough for me. You see, my grandmother passed away some weeks before and she was the only one I had left. Where I saw asking for help and not a single person bothered to take the risk and try to make a move, I just had to do so. Not to mention I had the honor to meet your son as well. Forgive me if I'll hear rude Oswald but could I ask you a question?...A favor if you will"

Oswald placed the glass of red down and cocked his head and eyebrows. "I'm truly sorry for your loss of your grandmother, truly I am. Please ask away in regards to your favor, seems only fair since you saved my father from the perils of the oncoming train"

"I find your name pretty unusual yet quite fascinated so....would you allow me from now on to call you Oz?" You questioned with sparkled eyes in the hope he would accept your request. None of your both could see Elisah who was staring between you with a knowing smile across his face, he knew there was something on the air that was attracting you both like magnets. He knew it was a good decision to bring you hereafter all

Oswald reclined back into his chair with a smirk on his face. "Usually I don't like people calling me 'nicknames'. However, since this is a small request due to such a huge favor you did for my father. I suppose I could be as so inclined to allow you and let me make this very clear...only you to call me Oz"

He gave a slight chuckle, then noticed his father's eyes watching them both. "Is there something you wish to add father?"

"You both remind me of the first time your mother and I met. I mean...your case is different from what ours was, but you seem to get along rather quick...just like how it happened with your mother. However, I have the mention you should be more polite the way you talk to someone....especially when this person is (Name)" With the first thought it seemed Elijah kind scold on his son for his rather overproud behavior when the actual truth was it was just pure helping advice from a loving father.

Oswald rolled his eyes at his father's voice "I understand your words come from love of a father, however you should not be meddling in such affairs for myself and (Name)" Oswald smirked once more, "Besides we barely know one another, they only have my permission to call me Oz but that is it. Should I seek out this person before me as an equal I shall do so on my own terms? You forget father that I am a man. However, I must admit (Name) is only a little gentle on my eyes"

Oswald grabbed his fork and knife, then began cutting into his food before him. "(Name) if you found out coming across a being that had some magnetic pull on you, would you let it pull you in or would you resist? I prefer a game of giving and take myself" Oswalds laughed at his own inner joke in his head"

"I....didn't mean to offend anyone. You're right the fact I saved your father's life doesn't mean I have the right to call you with a nickname you dislike others to call you. Also, forgive me if I got too far by asking you such a thing from the moment we barely know each other, just as you said. And as about the magnetic connection you mentioned before....it depends on what kind of person I come across and how they approach and behavior towards me. I won't tolerate any low treatment when it comes to people who think rather higher from others just because they have riches and power on their hands. Do not misunderstand me, I have respect towards people in general...But most of all, I have respect for myself and in order to answer your joke-question. If this magnetic power you talked about would lead me to someone I sense he is worthful, I would be more than glad to let it pull me straight to them. But if they wouldn't be worthy enough......I would absolutely resist with everything I got. Just to let you know I am not a person who goes down without a fight...I accuse you that" Your previous calm and happy mood changed into a more serious one as your eyes never broke contact with Oswald's.

Mr. Elijah notices the electric fences between you both started to become stronger but he knew he couldn't do anything to stop it. Oswald was so right, he's a full-grown man and even as a father he should let his son do whatever he thinks is for the best, He only hoped Oswald could manage to calm things between them eventually.

"Well I'm glad we are all on the same page, let us enjoy the food before us" Oswald focused his sights upon his food, figuring it was better to avoid staring at their guest. Knowing that the charged atmosphere was becoming too much, he was even beginning to get a mild headache. He reached for his glass of wine again and sipped it. " I do wish to know however what your plans are within our city?" Oswald asked but still focused on his food.

You finally felt ready to start eating when you began to cut your food in small pieces rather skillfully. "As I said before, my dear grandma isn't with me anymore so I want to take a risk and make a trip I dreamed for such a long time. But I couldn't leave without saying goodbye to Mr. Elisah. I don't how long it will take me to complete my journey but I am gonna make it out no matter what difficulties I'll find on my way" Your tone returned in a calmer one once again as you felt more comfortable on your seat and continue eating.

"So I guess we won't have the pleasure to see you any time soon eh? What a shame, though I am glad you took such an important decision and follow your dreams. I wish I would be more confident and brave when I was at yours and my son's age"

Oswald looked up at your face "Perhaps you would like to stay in Gotham just for a few nights before you venture forth. I could gladly show you some of our most beautiful assets. That is if you wish too?" He said with a broadening smile on his face.

Your eyebrow raised up from the young man's offer that surprised you a bit. What's with this guy anyway? The one moment he seems all shy and nervous, the other an overproud spoiled brat, and the next....generous and willing to make you change your mind in order to stay for a while longer? Seriously, it was hard to understand the way his mind works. "This...is a kind offer of your part, but I am afraid it's too late to change my plans, you see I will leave today" You explained calmly, before whipping the drops of food away from the corners of your mouth with the help of a small towel.

As soon as you stood up from your seat, Elijah followed along and walked over to stand right before you. He gazed down at you with a rather serious expression across his face as then he opened his arms wide and pulled you into a warm embrace. "I will miss you, my child...I will really miss you" He whispered softly, it seemed like he was almost ready to cry yet no tears were visible. "My son, could you do me the favor and accompany our dear friend out? To make sure they'll be fine" Elijah glanced over Oswald with a knowing smile.

Oswald peaked his head to look out through the window, it was a heavy downpour. "Let me retrieve my umbrella, can't have you getting a chill" Oswald stood from the table and walked with both his back heels touching each other, no matter how hard he tried to point feet forward it ached beyond comprehension. As he walked to the rack which contained the black umbrella he contemplated about you briefly and how the night had gone so far. He thus picked up his umbrella and escorted you out of the house where it was a cold bitter rainstorm.

"Wow, man what a storm..." You said mostly to yourself once glanced up to the heavy raining sky that was full of dark gray clouds. Fortunately, you didn't get wet at all thanks to Oswald's umbrella what was hovering upon both yours and his head. You turned around to face the raven-haired guy and let out a kinda disappointing sight. "Let's hope I'll be lucky enough to won't have to swim cross the roads" You chuckled to your own joke but more from nervousness. "Well, it was....nice to meet you, Oz-...errr Oswald, I mean" You smiled politely and your hand reached out for him to shake one last time.

"Please, you can call me Oz. Should you need anything at all from me or my father, you are more than welcome to return" As they shook hands Oswald gave (Name) a warm, reaffirming stare, there was something almost of the spark within his gaze. "Till we meet again?"

"Yeah, until then, I suppose. Please watch over your dad, he's a really good man and now you both reunited...he's gonna need you the most. At least that's what I think" You were about to let go of Oswald's hand but just then you felt him grabbing your wrist gently. What made you turn your gaze back to face the guy and watched in shock as he gave you his umbrella to hold. "Wh-what? Oz, this is yours...I can't take it with me you know"

"I insist, should you find yourself in need of shelter, plus consider it a small token of my appreciation" With that being said Oswald Cobblepot watched (Name) walk away.

Thinking about dressing Edward up in a collar and leash, dragging him around his shitty apartment while he crawls behind you. Making him hump a pillow or your leg just so you can giggle and make fun of him for cumming like that. Shoving his nose in the mess he made and calling him a very bad dog, only giving him the praise he so desperately craves once he licks it up.

don't you wanna be nobody every once in awhile - edward nashton x gn!reader headcanons (NSFW) ౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚♡

{contents ♡ very minor angst, choker wearing, pillow humping, praise/degradation mix}

{word count ♡ ~800}

{author's note ♡ i took a sort of softer approach with this one because that's what i as the author needed atm, but rest assured that freaky and mean requests are always welcome.}

♡ every night was like a scratched, skipping record, looping the same little riff until you were sure it had driven you hysterical. why was edward so insistent on seeing the skin he was in as distorted and alien when you saw it as a warm safe haven? why was he so dead set on ripping his body limb from limb when in your eyes, each splatter of freckle, each wisp of hair, each pale purple vein, each and every piece of him was just...perfect?

♡ it plucked and pulled at the strings of your heart, the way he treated himself in moments like these. it only happened in the dark. it only happened under the covers. he'd mumble stop or don't if your eyes lingered on his bare skin for too long as he stripped. for the love of god, he was about to be inside of you! this should feel fun, this should feel safe, this should feel nothing short of completely and entirely comfortable. nothing slit the mood's throat faster than sensing that edward was only doing this because you wanted it. that he was gritting his teeth and fighting back against the bitter taste of insecurity coating his tongue the whole time.

♡ so something needs to be done. that much is crystalline.

♡ it starts off slow, gently spoon-fed, made easy to digest. pretty boy. edward seems to quite like that one. you have a small, crackling fire of hope stoking in your heart that maybe he's starting to believe it. that he's so beautiful, edward. so sweet. such a good little angel.

♡ the response is instantaneous. his fingers dig into your hips. his shallow thrusts become deeper, sloppier, hungrier, starved. he bites his lips and tries to conceal his breathy whimpers, but most of them burst through and come spilling out into the warm, heavy air.

♡ and an idea begins to hatch, more and more pieces of the shell popping off and crumbling apart in your brain as edward's whines become more desperate and frenzied. maybe what he needs is a transformation. something real, something tangible to show him just how much of a pretty boy he really is.

♡ and a transformation it truly is when you wrap the soft, velvety choker around his neck. the way his doughy eyes sparkle and stare up at you as you hook the clasp is deliciously delicate. such a flawless picture it is, and you drink it in with passionate thirst.

♡ this is really what he needed the whole time, it was stupidly clear--he needed somebody to grab hold of the reins. if he wasn't going to believe that he was perfect, somebody else was just going to have to do it for him. that was the goal: an opportunity to be your pristine blank slate.

♡ it's adorably pathetic how jumpy and reactive he is to every light, grazing brush of your fingers around his neck or each squeeze on the plush of his thighs. yet still, you're cautious not to push him too far. he wants to feel good on his own terms, yes? then he can just show you. you can be his attentive, captured audience, waiting with wide eyes and bated breath for every next move.

♡ he rolls in shaky, jagged circles against the pillow. he's already slicked with sweat, and the silver heart pendant on his choker makes metallic rings with each desperate thrust forward.

♡ you're watching as his hands grip the sides of the pillow and splotches of the case darken from the thick precum he's dribbling. you're listening to his moans reach higher in pitch with every back and forth sway of his hips. he wants. god, he needs. needs to feel your soft touch, needs to feel the wet warmth of you squeezing around him, needs you to tug on his hair and force him to look at you dead in the beady eyes; i'm your good boy. i'm your needy bitch.

♡ yeah, that's my pretty slut, isn't it? you'd purr to him. his cheeks would be stained with the reddened rivers of overstimulated tears as you held his face in your hands. gonna cum all over yourself? yeah, gonna make a mess for me? dirty, filthy. i didn't even have to touch you. come on, then. let go for me, sweetheart. c'mon, be a good puppy.

♡ it was almost as if the world had lost a slice of film; he came to, panting, heaving, round cheeks an angry, ragged red. and he needs to hear it right away: you were so, so good, eddie. my sweet boy.

♡ he's grinning, a dazed, euphoria-fueled smile slapped across his face as he pulls the pillow away. you'd have to keep this little game in mind the next time he decided to pick apart the pieces of himself again.

What a Trip - Edward Nashton x F!Reader

Warning: Sexual Content, language

Word Count: 1.9k

Edward had betrayed you but you two still had a trip planned, you couldn't just let a perfectly good trip go to waste.

You and Edward had this planned for months, it was too late to back out now. The trip had cost the both of you quite a bit of money and you both were determined to go on the trip no matter what. When you had found out Edward had some kind of mistress the plan didn’t change. Edward had no idea how you had found out about the women, he had tried everything to hide her from you. He didn’t even know himself why he had the mistress, he blamed it on some feeling of wanting to have multiple people be completely in love with him. He had been crushed over your lack of affection since you found out, he understood why but he craved your touch more than anything. He promptly dropped the mystery woman and begged you to forgive him, but you didn’t listen. He gave you every excuse in the book and you were having none of it. 

“God Edward! Fuck off! Go fuck that other woman, clearly I wasn’t enough for you!” was a common sentence you said when the two of you would fight. 

You were kind enough to let him continue staying with you only with the rules of: he had to pay rent, he had to stay in the guest room, and he had to stay away from you. He didn’t really follow the last rule and took every opportunity to speak to you. He begged you to speak to him, he desperately needed to hear your voice. He missed hearing you praise him for little things, like keeping the apartment clean or getting the mail. Now you basically ignored everything he said to you, the only time you guys would talk is when you were yelling at him for cheating on you. 

He missed your voice so much, especially when you were praising him in between desperate whines and moans. God he could barely take listening to you at night, soft moans occasionally slipping out, some would be cut off with small screams. He knew you were stuffing yourself full with the toy he had bought you not too long ago. He had pressed his back against the wall closest to your room and had a hand around his cock desperately thrusting into it imagining it was you or your mouth. His hand was placed on his mouth, trying so hard to keep the noises in but some would slip out on accident. You knew he was doing it, you knew you shouldn’t enjoy it but you did. You enjoyed the power you had over him, you knew he loved you and wanted to be close to you, but something in your brain couldn’t let you forgive him.

However you also did love him, you wanted to be close to him, god you wanted him to fuck you again. Edward was very inexperienced, the only experience he had was from you and god he was a quick learner. He knew you like the back of his hand and would do anything in his power to have you screaming in seconds. You would sometimes moan his name softly hoping he wouldn’t hear but oh would he hear. He thrived on those moments, hearing you moan his name gave him the small bit of confidence to talk to you constantly, and you secretly enjoyed it. The two of you had been like this for months, you hadn’t filed for divorce, neither of you had the strength to fully leave each other. 

Months passed and the day of the trip showed up quicker than the both of you thought it would. You had plans to spend most of your time on the bench, trying to soak up the glorious sun. That had all changed the moment you walked into the hotel room. You had changed the booking to be a two bedroom but the hotel must have messed something up because when you walked in you saw Edward awkwardly standing in front of the single bed, he looked like he was debating with himself on what to do. 

“I’ll sleep on the couch.”

Edward spun around quickly to look at you, he was taken aback by your statement.

“What? No of course not, if anything I’d take the couch.”

“I don’t care who takes what Edward, as long as we’re not next to each other I don’t care.”

God would you eat those words later.

You had set your suitcase down, taking out the bikini you had packed so you could go to the beach. You had plans to lay in the sun that were calling your name and you desperately needed to get away from Edward. His green eyes watched your figure move across the room, from the far side where you had decided to lay your stuff to the opposite side where the bathroom resided. He tried to distract himself, he did, he had packed a good book that he was reading. He was hoping to finish it over the trip, he hadn’t even gotten half way through the first page when you came out of the bathroom in your tiny forest green bikini. God the color perfectly matched his riddler suit, he couldn’t help but let his mind wander to a dark place as his pants grew tighter. You walked back across the room to your suitcase, bending down to shuffle through the continents of the bag. When you bent down he could see a slight outline of your pussy and even a bit of it due to the lack of material in the area. God he could feel himself whimper at the sight.

“I’m going to the beach, don’t call.”

With that you walked out the hotel room, leaving with his imagination and his hand.

When you came back to the room, it was empty. You assumed Edward had left until you started to hear sounds in the bathroom, the sounds of a woman’s moans hit you straight in the chest, in your heart. You thought he loved you and yet here he was. On YOUR guys trip, fucking another woman. Tears had begun to form in your eyes as you ran to the other side of the room, trying to grab things as quickly as you could until you heard your own voice, and a moan of your name. Curiosity got the better of you and you peaked your head into the cracked bathroom door, the room was dark except for the light from a laptop that rested on the bathroom counter. The laptop displayed a video of you and Edward fucking, you had remembered recording it but didn’t think Edward still had it. The light from the laptop perfectly lit up Edward’s face, which was scrunched. His eyes were tightly shut and his mouth was hanging open, soft moans were leaving his mouth. One hand was gripping the edge of the counter while the other was gliding up and down his cock. You could tell he was close from his body language, like his trembling legs, unstead hand moments, and even him softly saying “god i’m gonna cum, gonna cum for you baby. Wanna cum all over you y/n.” You’d be lying to yourself if you didn’t say it had turned you on. 

You backed away from the door slightly, wondering what to do when you had froze in your spot. 

“Come on princess, I know you’re there, help me out would you?”

You didn’t think twice before pushing the bathroom door and flipping the lights on. There Edward stood, staring at the ceiling, slowly dragging his hand across his cock. His pants pooled on the floor and on his feet, the laptop laid open on the counter but the video was paused. You carefully stepped further into the bathroom, and slowly sunk to your knees in front of the man. You lifted your hand to meet his cock and wrapped your fingers around him, he looked down at you. You looked up at him through your eyelashes as you began to move your hand up and down his shaft, starting at a slow pace. He gave you a small smirk before letting out a soft moan and looking back up at the ceiling. He had removed his hand from himself and placed it in your hair, making a makeshift ponytail from the locks he grabbed. He lightly pushed you forward, and you got the hint, taking him into your mouth and moving up and down quickly. His groans increased in volume and a few words that consisted of your name and “fuck so good” also fell from his lips. You roughly pulled you back from his cock by your hair and yanked you up to be standing in front of him. The man didn’t have a ton of upper body strength and yet somehow he managed to lift you into his arms and carry you to the single bed in the room.

“You don’t wanna sleep in the same bed? Such a shame, good thing I didn’t plan on having either of us sleep tonight.”

He pulled the bikini cover off your body and then roughly pushed the bottoms to the side. He lightly ran his finger between your folds before grabbing himself and lining himself up with you. He slowly pushed into you, moaning at the warmth that surrounded him. He quickly set a pace with you, thrusting in and out, making you borderline scream his name and drag your nails along his back. He had buried his head into your shoulder and let out heavy pants, along with moans of your name and how good you felt around him. His hand moved from the side of your head to your bikini top, moving it to the side and uncovering one of your tits. He moved his head from your shoulder and quickly took your nipple into his mouth, sucking hard. You moaned at the feeling, everything began to build up. The pleasure was too much and it had you cumming around him, but he didn’t stop. He continued to thrust into you and suck on your boob, quickly removing the cover of the other and moving to the other one. The overstimulation had you cumming again in no time, but yet Edward still didn’t stop. This continued several more times, you had lost count of how many times you had cum after the 4th one. It had been hours by this point and Edward had only came 3 times at max. The man was determined to fuck you until you were brain dead, and he was getting close to that point.

By the time had had finished fucking you your legs might as well have been jelly. You couldn’t move them and Edward had to reposition your body to a comfortable lying position. He snuggled in beside you after cleaning you and him up as well as tucking you into the bed. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into his chest. The man truly did love you, and unfortunately for you, you loved him too.