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  1. Rec *

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    “This is the best pumpkin pie i’ve ever had,” He compliments, already picking up his fork to prod at the gooey innards. “You’re a really good cook.”

    “It’s microwaved,” You deadpan, “but thanks.”

    tldr;

    A strangely endearing regular customer at the diner has become frighteningly besotted with you.

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    28 Dec 2022

    Bookmarker's Notes

    a lovely (still ongoing) riddler/reader fic that is well-written and full of incel!riddler <3

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    For a moment, he breaks out of the lust-hazed frenzy he’s in and looks around him - the dingy apartment and its newspaper clippings, the old, empty cans of energy drinks and crusty coffee cups, and he wants to scream, to cry. Oh, he’s so fucking lonely.

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  2. Rec *

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    Real, tangible warmth and benevolence was scarce in this city. Everyone had an agenda. A purpose to serve, ulterior motives, secrets, a tainted past.

    Yet here you are.

    Both hard and oh so simple to read, all at once, making a mess of things without even trying.

    (Making a mess of him.)

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    28 Dec 2022

    Bookmarker's Notes

    my favorite riddler/reader fic of all time. this author writes him so well and it’s all just so *chefs kiss*

    such an amazing blend of pathetic incel riddler and psycho riddler. if you are a riddler stan this is a must-read imo

    p.s. the smut is very sexy if you like pathetic, obsessive men (i sure do)

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    Better than his imagination. Far better. You taste like grenadine and orange, just a hint of cocktails past, but there’s the underlying, heady swell of you. Your saliva. Currently mingling with his as your tongue traces along his teeth, brushes against his own pliant, eager muscle. Your lips are softer, more forgiving than his own, chapped ones, and if he gave into his own, basal desires fully he would be yanking you down, making the most of this. Tearing you apart.

    But he doesn’t. Because he’s being good, being careful. Not to mention swept up in the release of letting you.. be in charge. Something about relinquishing control under the right circumstances was… powerful. It couldn’t be wrong with the way his chest ached and erection straining uncomfortably against the fabric of his jeans.

  3. Rec *

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    Aegon tries to drink himself into an early grave but fails when he is gifted a second chance in the form of a liver transplant from an anonymous donor.

    Sobriety doesn’t agree with Aegon, so the man decides to foster new hobbies to numb the void, including collecting outrageously expensive postage stamps, nude gardening and being an intolerable parasite to his older sister.

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    Aegon turns his life around with some unorthodox methods and Rhaenyra’s credit card.

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    18 Dec 2022

    Bookmarker's Notes

    a lovely, wholesome rhaegon fic