#sub oswald

[i-smoke-chapstick]

hiiii! I hope you’re doing well!!

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

Thanks in advance!

‘THE HILLS,

-GOTHAM!EDWARD NYGMA X READER-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"...Wonderful." He whispers.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He huffs as his thrusts gradually slow down.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Until...he stops, one last time.

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

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

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

And with that, he finally lets himself go.

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

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

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

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[clementine-writes-things]

Obsession Confession - E.N

Summary: Being a part of Oswald's mayoral campaign (and being his friend), you ended up crossing paths with Edward Nygma. Your crush on him increases every day that goes by. Turns out the feeling is reciprocated.

Content Warning: SLOWBURN Smut, sexual tension, explicit language, Dom!Edward, Slightly Egotistical!Edward, Slightly Mean!Edward, Sub!Reader, praise kink, Obsessed!Reader, slight humiliation kink, power play, oral (male recieving and female recieving), slightly toxic!Edward, pronouns for y/n are she/her, female!reader, Obsessed!Edward.

Requested by: @i-smoke-chapstick

Guys I put my whole BUSSY into this thing and experimented with a new writing style with color and italics and bold. Let me know your opinions on it and feel free to send requests. I listened to one specific genre of music the whole time I wrote this but here are a few songs that I replayed a lot that I felt matched the situation.

LET ME SEE YA MOVE! - Lumi Athena

Freak Show - Punkinloveee

Megalomaniac - KMFDM

(Please for the love of God let him be real. Why can't he be real?)

READ BELOW CUT

Politics were never y/n's forte, not by a long shot. Hell, even when a presidential election came around, she had a hard time keeping up with who to vote for. All the big fancy words and terms, the arguments, it was all very confusing. Now, don't go and think that she is a common bimbo, because that is far from the truth. Y/n is a very bright girl, extremely bright. A very caring soul with a passion for altruism and kindness. But, that was also her biggest weakness. Her generosity and kindness for others was what led to her being taken advantage of. Manipulated. Screwed over. She was a doormat basically. This kindness is what led her to agreeing to helping out a friend. Unusual really, such a kind and gentle soul being friends with Gotham's former 'King'. Yes, Oswald Cobblepot had asked her help with running for mayor. And, as in common y/n fashion, she said yes. Her job was mainly helping Oswald write out speeches for his campaign. Oswald knew she had a sweet personality and decided to use that for his personal gain, though he had no malicious intent, he simply needed help from a friend.

"Hey Oz, I've been working on your speech for the Narrows. I've got a 'rough draft' of it if you'd like to take a look." Y/n suggested, walking into his office.

As she lifted her head up from the papers she held in her hand, she noticed two people in front of her. One, of course was her good friend Oswald Cobblepot. The other was a man she had known for a while now.

Edward Nygma.

He used to work at the GCPD in the forensics division. Excellent at his job from what she had heard. However, that all went downhill upon the accidental murder of his girlfriend Kirsten Kringle. Because of this he was sent to Arkham, until he was eventually released. Oswald, being close friends with him, had asked him to work for him for his mayoral campaign to which he said yes. Y/n had been working with him for the past couple weeks. It was damn near impossible to avoid him. Not that she wanted to.

"Thank you, y/n. I would love to look it over." Oswald said.

Edward, who was leaning over Oswald's shoulder stepped back. Y/n walked towards Oz, handing him the stapled papers. He smiled and took the packet before looking it over. Every few sentences he read he would nod his head. It took him a few minutes, but eventually he read the whole packet.

"I like it. I like it a lot. I don't feel like there is much to change about it, just finalize it. I knew I made the right decision picking you for the job." He handed the packet back to her.

Y/n smiled, stealing a quick glance at Edward who was straightening out his tie. His hair, although gelled back, had a few strands hanging in his face. His deep brown eyes shone behind his glasses that lay atop his sharp nose. She turned her focus back to Oswald.

"Of course, Ozzie. Is there anything else you need from me?" She asked.

Oswald shook his head, smiling.

"No, thank you though. However, I do have business to attend to later on. I'll have Ed review your finalization of the speech. Just hand it to him when you're done." He motioned to Ed.

Butterflies fluttered in y/n's stomach. The thought of being alone in the building with Edward caused her heart to race. She looked towards him, his eyes meeting her own. A small smirk tugged at his lips which further fueled the fire in her belly. Before her cheeks turned red she looked back at Oswald and nodded.

"No problem. Safe travels Oz. I'll see you later ok?"

With that, y/n walked out of the office and upstairs. Graciously, Oswald gave her her own space to work in the manor, which also suited as a bedroom. She was very grateful for that. Having her own space was important to her. She liked the privacy. Opening the door, she walked in and closed it behind her with both hands. Letting out a deep breath, she held her hand, which held the packet, to her heart. She could feel it racing, almost 100 mph it felt like.

"Ok, just calm down. Relax." She told herself.

Walking over to her desk she placed the packet down. Her breathing would not slow down and it felt like her heart would explode right out of her chest. Panting, she sat down. The setting sun outside casted a golden hue across her cheek, warming it up.

"Just get to work on the packet. Don't think about him, it'll just distract you."

Sighing, she did just that. Placing a fresh piece of paper in the typewriter, she got to work. Her delicate fingers, covered perfectly in a pastel purple nail polish, pressed against the keys. Each click meant that she was closer to finishing. But, that also meant that she was getting closer to having to meet with Edward. She was nervous. Nervous and excited. Being alone with him. It's all she ever wanted. But, for now she needed to focus on the paper. She wanted to do a good job for Oswald.

~*~*~*~*~*~

After about an hour and a half, y/n had finally finished writing the speech. She decided to add a couple more things in, a little bit of flare. She figured it would match Oswald's personality very well. She knew how much he wanted to be mayor, but he did not have a way with words. Hence her job helping him. Picking up the papers, she stapled them together into a packet once again. Once she did that, she walked over to the body-length mirror that hung on the wall. She looked over herself, making sure she looked good. She wore a nice short sleeved soft purple button up blouse with small lace frills on the end of the sleeves, a brown pleated skirt and a pair of black flats. She looked good.

"Ok, you can do this. Just, try not to think about him too much. All you need to do is give him the papers to look over."

After a quick pep talk she left her room closing the door behind her. The small heels of her flats clicked across the hardwood floor as she looked around for Edward's office. It was a big manor and she tended to get lost easily. She continued to walk the halls until she saw a green light emit from underneath a door. That's definitely his room alright. She straightened out her skirt and made sure her blouse wasn't revealing too much. Within a few seconds, the door opened and revealed Edward Nygma, propping himself against the doorframe.

"Yes, Ms. L/n?" He asked.

"Um, I-I have the p-papers for you Mr. Nygma." She stuttered.

Edward smirked at how she addressed him, his eyes glimmering in the dimly lit room.

"Good. Come in."

They both entered the room and Edward went to his desk, sitting in the chair behind it. Y/n stood still, not knowing what to do. Her heart was racing and she could already feel her palms getting sweaty. She looked awkward standing there.

"Sit." He ordered firmly.

Y/n felt a blush creep along her cheeks. She knew she shouldn't be getting so hot and bothered over him telling her to sit. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she sat down in the chair in front of his desk. She crossed her legs and handed him the papers.

"I hope everything is perfect." She said.

Edward hummed in response, looking up at her through his glasses. A smile tugged at his lips as he looked down at the packet. He scanned over the words, flipping the pages when he finished one. Y/n's breath hitched as she watched his fingers delicately flip the pages. Despite his hands being rough and calloused, he handled things very delicately. He hummed to himself, a record playing quietly in the background. It was simple jazz music. It made the tension in the room even higher.

"So far so good. Excellent grammar and punctuation Ms. L/n. I hate when people are ignorant to simple things." He grumbled.

Y/n beamed at his compliment. If she wasn't blushing yet she certainly was now. Her hand gripped at the arm rest of the chair as she nibbled on her lip. Edward looked up and noticed. His eyes had a playful glint to them.

"Nervous?" He asked, placing the packet down on the desk as he finished reading.

Her eyes widened and she straightened her posture. Clearing her throat she tried to look relaxed. Her eyes darted to the floor immediately.

"N-No, not at all Mr. Nygma."

He chuckled.

"Well, that's all I needed. You're free to go now."

Y/n frowned.

"A-Are you sure, Mr. Nygma? Is there anything I can help you with?" She asked, desperation apparent in her voice.

He rapped his finger across his desk.

"Do I look like I need help with anything?" He questioned.

"N-No sir."

He grinned.

"But, I would l-love to spend time with you." She added.

He raised an eyebrow.

"I mean, as in I would love to spend time with you to work on the campaign." She gulped.

Standing up from his desk, he walked over towards her, sitting on his desk in front of her. He placed his hands on either side of him, gripping the table gently. His glasses glinted in green the light of the room, making the rest of his face look dark.

"Are you sure that's what you mean, y/n?" He smirked.

Y/n squeezed her legs together instinctively, flustered at the sound of him using her first name. She bit her lip again and nodded, avoiding eye contact with him. She fidgeted with her hands. Edward reached down and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him.

"I think you're lying to me." He stated flatly.

Shrinking down in the chair, y/n melted into his hand. The feeling of his rough hands against her skin sent shivers down her spine and made her feel warm inside. Edward felt her shake.

"Now I know you're lying to me. The next time you speak I expect you to tell the truth y/n. As much as I love games, I have little patience for this one."

"I-I'm sorry Mr. Nygma. I lied."

He scoffed.

"Yes, thank you for stating the obvious. Are you incapable of speaking the full truth? Hm? Perhaps I should say it for you, no?"

Y/n looked down at her lap, fidgeting with her hands still. He earned no response from her, causing him to grimace. He rolled his eyes, grabbing the back of her chair and leaning over her. His stare bore down on her.

"I know you're obsessed with me. It's obvious. I've seen the way you look at me. It doesn't take a genius to recognize how desperately you crave my attention." He stated cockily.

Y/n looked up into his eyes, her eyes full of adoration and desperation. She did crave his attention, that was very true. She was just utterly embarrassed that he knew it all along.

"I'm sorry Mr. Nygma." She mumbled.

He tilted her chin up.

"Did I ask you to apologize?"

Y/n's eyes widened and she shook her head. He glared at her, obviously wanting a verbal response.

"No, sir."

He smiled and let go of her chin.

"Then don't apologize. I find it flattering. You've got my attention now, y/n. The question is, what do you want to do with it?" He asked.

Y/n immediately broke out of her embarrassment when he mentioned that he liked it. She smiled and sat up straight, looking him in the eyes happily.

"Anything you want to do!"

Edward laughed and looked down at her as he sat back up. He loosened his tie slightly, taking his dark green jacket off and hanging it up on the coat rack next to his desk. He looked back towards her with a look of want in his eyes.

"I'm tired of the games, y/n. I've already expressed this. I know what you want but, I am not going to do anything unless you initiate it. Do you understand? If you want to continue then I need to hear a yes. If not, then no."

Y/n swallowed, her throat becoming dry very quickly. Her breathing quickened again causing her heart to race. She looked up at him and nodded.

"Y-Yes..."

He smirked and walked back behind his desk, straightening his tie before he sat down. Without saying anything he picked up a manilla folder and opened it up. Y/n was confused, staring at him, unsure of what to do. Edward rolled his eyes and looked up at her through his glasses.

"Do what you feel is right, y/n. Though, deep down I know what you really want and you know it too."

Y/n stood up slowly and walked over to him, still unsure if she should be doing this. But it felt so right. Like it was the perfect thing to do. As he continued to read through the files in front of him, she placed a hand on his shoulder. She wasn't sure if she was suppose to take charge or if he wanted to be in charge. So, she said something experimental.

"Move." She ordered.

Edward chuckled softly, which grew into genuine laughter. He clapped his hands together and placed the file down on the desk. His eyes were squinted and his dimples were showing.

"That's cute." He said.

Without any warning he reached out and grabbed her hips, pulling her on top of his lap. Her legs straddled both sides of him and a hints of pink dusted her cheeks. His thumbs circled her hipbones gently.

"I don't think you're in any position to act like you're in charge. You've been eyeing me for the past few weeks with desire and lust in your eyes. I know how you feel about me and what you think about me. You came in here with the simple task of returning those papers and you couldn't help yourself from letting your dirty little mind take over. If anything, I have the power over you. I'm the one who can make you melt simply by looking at you. You're clay in my hands, to mold into whatever I please." He corrected.

Y/n let out a ragged breath, once again feeling her heart nearly burst out of her chest. His dark eyes bore into her soul, making her uneasy. That cocky smirk plastered on his face only made her even more turned on. The egotistical asshole he was knew how to make her know her place. And she knew he was right.

"No comment?" He smiled.

She shook her head, having no idea how to respond to him. He shrugged his shoulders and pushed his glasses up to the bridge of his nose. She couldn't help but admire how heavenly he looked. His button-up shirt was only 3/4 of the way button up, his tie was straight and tidy, his dark brown hair shone in the green light of the room which was his favorite color. And for a good reason. It suited him so well. Y/n had never seen a color fit a person more than green fit Edward. Green was the color of his soul and his aura. It practically radiated off of him like a toxic waste. In a way, it was true. He was intoxicating for sure. His eyes could snare you and trap you, feeling helpless. Just like y/n did right now. She felt sick near him, love sick. Her bones would ache and her muscles would feel sore. It was as if every time she got near him, she got a physical reaction. Much like radiation. She was broken out of her thought by his hand grabbing roughly at her chin.

"Are you going to stare at me all day or are you going to do something about it? I get enough of your staring on a daily basis, y/n." He snarled.

Y/n nodded, absolutely at a loss for words. Edward smiled at her dumbfounded nature. The hand that held her chin sneaked back behind her head and crawled down to the base of her neck. Gripping onto it firmly, he pulled her forward and looked into her eyes, then to her lips. She licked her lips, plump and glistening. The two of them only inches apart.

"I want to hear you say that you want me. That you need me. Crave me." His voice was gravely.

She reached her hand down and placed it on the small portion of his chest that was exposed. Her purple painted fingertips grazing across the smooth skin. She felt him shiver slightly underneath her.

"Mr. Nygma, I want you so bad. I need to need you. I want to want you. I crave you. Your attention. Your gaze. Anything you have to give, I crave." She whispered softly, maintaining eye contact with him the entire time.

He groaned softly, rubbing circles into her hip with his thumb. Beneath her she could feel his pants grow against her thigh. The way she talked about him, idolized him, craved him, drove him crazy. Edward Nygma had always wanted people to realize how smart he was and realize how much potential he had. And, though he had people who had recognized him, none had done so as much as y/n had. She practically worshipped him at his feet. The very ground he walked on was sacred to her. Holy ground. He was half convinced she would kiss the ground he stood on.

"That's what I've been waiting to hear, darling."

He tightened his grip on the base of her neck and pulled her in to him, pressing his lips against hers. She was quick to reciprocate the kiss, gripping on to the fabric of his tie. His tongue slid into her mouth causing a moan to leave her mouth, muffled by their kiss. She wanted to be closer to him, if that was even possible. She yanked his tie towards her, causing it to tighten around his neck which earned a grunt from him. He pulled away from the kiss and grabbed her face roughly. His eyebrows were furrowed and he kept a firm hold on her neck still. His chest heaved up and down, desperate for air.

"Are you really that desperate to be close to me?" He teased.

She nodded quickly, her mouth forming a small pout. Her lips glistened with a mixture of both of their saliva. He grinned and wiped it off with his thumb. He stuck his thumb harshly in her mouth, making sure she licked the substance off. Pulling it out, he licked it as well. Y/n moaned at the sight.

"You've wanted this to happen for so long, haven't you? I bet you've dreamed about this. Daydreamed. You've probably thought about this while you've stared at me thinking I wasn't looking. Hm?"

His voice was condescending and coated with lust. It was apparent that he wanted this as much as y/n did. She was certainly more blatant about it while Edward preferred to be more subtle. He craved her attention just as much as she craved his.

"Yes Mr. Nygma, I have." She admitted.

"Y/n, call me Ed. Mr. Nygma doesn't roll off the tongue as well as Ed does."

He leaned towards her chest, licking a stripe from her collarbone all the way towards the top of her neck. Nibbling on her earlobe, he whispered in her ear.

"It won't be as easy to moan either. Or scream."

Y/n's breath hitched, her nails digging into his shoulders. Ed winced gently, eyes shut tightly. He could feel her getting impatient. He enjoyed it. Prolonging what she desired was like a game to him. A fun and torturous game of his own making.

"Show me how much you crave me. Prove how obsessed you are with me. Perhaps, I will reward you if your demonstration is adequate." He ordered.

Y/n slid off of his lap smoothly, falling softly down to her knees underneath his desk. Her hands trailed down his pants and tugged on them lightly, looking up into his eyes as he peered down at her. He smirked.

"You will get no help from me, y/n."

She reached up and unbuttoned his slacks, unzipping them as well. Grabbing onto the fabric she slowly pulled it down, watching hungrily as more of his skin showed. Every second that went by drove her nearly mad. She had been wanting this to happen for so long. Once his pants were pulled down enough, she sat up straight and hooked her fingers underneath the hem of his boxers. A shiver went up Ed's spine as he watched her through hooded eyes. Within a few seconds, his boxers were pulled down to reveal his dick. Y/n shuddered and grabbed his softly yet hastily. She looked into his eyes as she let her tongue roll out, licking a soft line up his shaft. Edward gripped the armrests of his chair, chest heaving.

"If teasing is your way of showing your fascination for me then I will lose interest fast." He stated simply through gritted teeth.

She listened and very slowly lowered her head, allowing his length to slide down her throat. Tears welled in her eyes, threatening to fall. The tip of his dick hit the back of her throat, preventing the rest of him to slide in her mouth. She looked up at him through blurry eyes, humming in pleasure causing it to vibrate through his body. He reached down and entwined his hand into her hair, shoving her down and forcing her to take him entirely. At this point, y/n couldn't help but gag, choking on him. She desperately tried to breathe through her nose. Edward let out a moan, tilting his head back, the green light of the room accentuating his Adam's apple. Once his grip loosened on her head she began to bob up and down, tongue swirling around him all the while. Her hands gripped tightly at his thighs, digging into them harshly, sure to leave marks. He grunted in pain but his mind was too clouded with pleasure to care.

"Fuck..." He moaned out.

Y/n picked up the pace, every time she bobbed up she would suck on the tip harshly. The tears that had welled up in her eyes were now falling down, trailing down her face and landing on his dick. Y/n knew he was close to cumming, his dick twitching in her mouth. She gave extra care to the tip, licking and sucking it like a madwoman. She was hungry for him, starving even, and it showed with her technique. Ed's moans grew more airy and uneven like his breathing. He hunched over and grabbed at her hair, holding her down on his cock as he felt himself release in her mouth. His eyes were squeezed shut and beads of sweat dripped down his temples.

"Oh G-God..." He muttered, exasperated.

Yanking her head up, he lifted her up onto his lap again, staring at her face. Her mascara was slightly smudged, barely even noticeable. Her lipstick was completely wiped off at this point and her eyes were glazed over. Saliva coated her lower mouth, semen dripping out of the corner of her mouth. As if she could read his mind she stuck out her tongue, licking it up. He groaned at the sight, immediately pulling her into another kiss, pulling away only to breathe.

"Was that good for you Ed?" She asked, her eyelashes batting at him.

He chuckled light, stroking her cheek with his fingers leading down to her chin. His glasses were fogged up slightly from his heavy breath.

"Fucking perfect."

Y/n smiled, only to gasp when he picked her up by her thighs, placing her on his desk. He pulled up his boxers and pants, buttoning them again. Using his shirt to clear his glasses, he looked back down at her as he stood up.

"What do you think? Was that a performance worthy of a reward from Edward Nygma himself?" He questioned, tilting her head up to look at him.

She nodded hastily, reaching up to grab at his shirt. Desperation filled her eyes and she instinctively arched towards him. He smirked at the sight.

"I suppose you're right. Hm? You've shown your dedication to me." He said.

Slowly, he reached his hand down between her legs, going up her skirt. Her natural reflex was to close her legs tightly, stopping his hand. He chuckled, prying them open, finding her sensitivity amusing. His fingers grazed over the material of her purple panties, causing her to shiver. Right as he was about to pull the material aside, he decided against it. Instead he pulled her back up so she was sitting straight. Before she could even say anything, he got to his knees, flipping her skirt up and buried his face in her thighs. Y/n grabbed at his hair, moaning as he peppered her thighs with kisses, his stubble, which he hadn't shaved yet, roughly scratched at her skin. The roughness alone was enough to send her over the edge. And he hadn't even started yet.

"Now, now. I've barely done anything.." He teased.

He pushed her thighs together gently, grabbing at her panties with his teeth and yanked them down slowly until they fell to off her ankles. He then spread her legs open again, staring at the center of her legs. Licking his lips, he placed his thumb against her clit, watching in delight as she arched her back.

"Ed!" She moaned.

He chuckled and pinched roughly, watching her facial expression switch from delight to discomfort. Yet, Edward knew that she liked he. She loved it. She loved anything he did. That was the beauty of it. She loved him.

"Too rough? Or does it just feel too fucking good?" He toyed with her.

She moaned, gripping at his shoulders as he lowered his head back between her thighs. Slowly he leaned in and placed a chaste kiss against her clit, almost as an apology.

"You're a lucky girl. Being in this situation. You have the ability to brag about thee Edward Nygma going down on you. People would kill to be in your position right now." He stroked his own ego, his warm breath hitting against her core.

She whimpered, digging her nails into his shoulders. He pulled away and stood up straight, unbuttoning his shirt, tossing it to the side. He left his tie on however. He felt powerful with it on. Like he was in charge. And, he was most definitely in charge. He turned around, pointing to the marks she created on his shoulders. Turning back around he grabbed her chin and looked into her eyes.

"You should feel special. I wouldn't let just anyone do that to me. Leaving marks on my skin. I'm the one that marks people up." He chuckled as he gripped his nails into her thigh, watching her face contort and a moan leave her lips.

"You like that?" He mocked.

She nodded her head, mouth agape and hooded eyes looking up at him. He smirked and brought his other hand up to her face, smacking it lightly, but firm enough to show he meant business. She moaned softly as he dropped back between her legs, placing a kiss to her thighs.

"Of course you like that, you'll like anything I do to you. You're filthy and I love it. You let ecstasy and love blind you and cloud your mind. You're such a smart girl but you let your heart do the thinking when it comes to love. Just my kind of girl."

Y/n sighed in delight as he talked to her, His voice was gravely and low yet as smooth and sweet as golden honey. Everything he said was genuine and honest, she could tell that. It was like she was living a fairy tale. Finding out that the man she had been obsessed with has had the same feelings for her as she did for him. It was an amazing feeling. And the feeling of his tongue running through her fold made it twice as amazing.

"Oh, Edward..."She moaned.

He smiled against her skin, rubbing circles into her thighs as he ran his tongue over her flesh. He took of his glasses and placed them on the desk, wanting to see her without them fogging up. He couldn't hold back anymore. He needed to get a better taste. Harshly he spread her open as wide as he could and hooked her legs over his shoulders. Lifting her skirt up as much as he could he dove down between her legs, biting down on her clit, sucking on it lightly. Her legs instinctively went to close, but he held onto her thighs roughly. He tongue lapped at her until she was dripping wet and he slid it inside her with ease. He moaned at the sensation of his tongue inside her, and she did the same. Maintaining a constant speed her continued to ravish her with his mouth, her juices dripping down his chin mixed with his saliva. It was a filthy concoction he created, a poison, a drug that he got high on.

"Ed! I'm.."

"I know, I'll get you there." He interjected, focused on getting her to her climax.

All that mattered in the world was getting her to the ledge and pushing her over it. He wanted to feel her clench around him and let herself go. He wanted to know that he was able to do that for her. It wasn't even an ego thing at this point. He just wanted to make sure she felt good. Pulling back he stood up, looking her in the eyes as he plunged three fingers inside her, curling them instantly. His lower jaw was smeared with her arousal and his saliva and it glistened in the light. His eyes were heavy and dark as he watched her face contort into a mixture of pleasure and desperation. She tightened around his fingers and gripped his hair as she felt herself come undone on his fingers. A loud, pornographic, and ecstatic moan escaped her lips which caused Edward to moan at the very sound of it. Pulling his fingers out, he held it up between the two of them and smirked as her arousal dripped down his hand. Instantly he licked each of his fingers, making sure to clean off every drop. He reached down into a drawer of his desk and grabbed a handkerchief, wiping off the saliva on his hand. He leaned down and cleaned up around her thighs and core as well, being careful to not touch anything too sensitive. Once he was done he helped her put her panties back on and put his shirt back on as well, straightening his tie. He pulled her back onto his lap as he sat on the chair, brushing the hair out of her face. He was about to say something when there was a knock at the door. Quickly, he helped her get to the ground underneath his desk, rubbing the side of her face comfortingly.

"Come in." He said.

Oswald walked in, looking at Ed. He stopped at the front of his desk, smiling at him. Y/n covered her mouth, trying not to expose her hiding spot.

"Evening Ed, did y/n give you the papers?" He asked.

Edward blinked, still dazed from his previous activity. He nodded eventually and reached for the file, handing it to him. He reached for his glasses and put them back on. Oswald looked over the papers and gave Edward a smile.

"Thank you. Why do you look so sweaty?" He asked.

Edward maintained calm and cool, like he always did. He felt y/n cling to his leg, resting her chin on his knee and looking up at him sweetly.

"I had just turned up the heat because it was freezing in here. But, now I'm too hot." He chuckled coolly.

Oswald nodded.

"I'll turn it back down on my way to my office. Hey, have you seen y/n? I can't find her anywhere." He asked.

"I believe she went out to get a bite to eat. She mentioned she was starving."

Y/n pinched his leg, letting him know that she understood his meaning behind that. He did his best to hide the smirk growing on his face, disguising it as a cough.

Oswald nodded and walked out of the office. After waiting a few moments, Edward gave y/n room to get up from under the desk. He had a shit-eating grin on his face as she did so. She hit his arm.

"That was so not funny! We could have gotten caught!" She exclaimed, a blush on her face.

"Strange. I found it rather humorous."

Y/n glared at him and stood up, walking back to the front of his desk. She straightened out her skirt and wiped the smudged mascara away from under her eyes.

"Well, I suppose I should go." She said.

Edward frowned.

"And what makes you think that? Did I say I wanted you to leave?" He asked.

Y/n looked back towards him, a small smile on her face. Edward slicked his hair back. He could see her eyes grow from tired to excited like that.

"You mean, you want me to stay?" She asked, trying to maintain her cool, failing terribly.

"Why wouldn't I? A beautiful girl like you, obsessed and utterly in love with me? I may have a big ego, but I don't fuck someone just for fun. You think I would have let you drool over me these past few weeks if I didn't have any interest in you either?" He chuckled.

A huge smile spread across her face and she jumped up and down in joy, stopping very soon after and clutching her stomach. Edward bit back a laugh.

"Ugh...bad idea. But, yay!" She groaned.

Standing up, Edward walked over towards her and helped her stand up straight. His eyes weren't full of lust this time, but full of care. No longer dark brown but a light caramel.

"Why don't you lay down for a bit while I finish up some paperwork? Afterwards we can go out and get a coffee, what do you say?" He suggested, his dimples showing.

Y/n nodded and walked over to the comfortable sofa he had in his office. Laying down she watched Edward sit down at his desk, his hair hanging in his face as he propped his head up with his hand. Her eyes grew heavy as she eventually drifted off to sleep, excited for their coffee date.

#fanfic writer #writers #fanfic #the riddler #edward nygma #gotham #cory michael smith #dc universe #edward nygma x reader #ed nygma x reader #riddler x reader #riddler

[teka-chat]

This is for me, but I thought it might be useful to others so here it is : basically an over-20-page-long catalogue of some major Disney toons that are in the Public Domain, their associated copyright-free media, and lists of associated Disney trademarks, when applicable. List of characters under the cut !

Toons included :

Mickey Mouse

Minnie Mouse

Pete

Oswald the Lucky Rabbit

Fanny Cottontail

Ortensia the Cat

Clarabelle Cow

Horace Horsecollar

Julius the Cat

and as a bonus :

Mad Doctor

Alice ( from the Alice Comedies )

If you noticed i went missing on January 1st, this is why ! I've been hard at work day and night on this beast of a 27-page document ( with an additional 7 sub-documents for the trademark information, if you care about that ).

This is mostly just to have everything in one place. You decide what you do with it ! ( I know what I'm doing with it hehe. )

#mickey mouse #minnie mouse #pete the cat #peg leg pete #oswald the lucky rabbit #fanny cottontail #ortensia the cat #clarabelle cow #horace horsecollar #julius the cat #the mad doctor #alice comedies #steamboat willie #disney #public domain #public domain mickey #sorry about spamming tags i'm never doing that again #but this could help people planning to use these characters so i'm going to try not to worry about it #if you have any questions or suggestions about the doc feel free to send an ask ! #i'm not a law junkie and i can't advise you on the law #but i can certainly explain my process or link you useful stuff #teka talks #lucky atelier talk #i'm not sure what tags i should use to file this #i hope it's useful to someone

[ccalhoun]

hey can you do relationship hc for oswald cobblepot (sfw/nsfw) with a male or gn reader

thanks!

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oswald cobblepot/the penguin x m!reader headcanons!

warnings: amab/male reader, switch reader, switch oswald, russian oswald, penetration, praise kink, blowjobs/handjobs, short sorry

wc: 600+

note: erm ignore how this took almost a year bye

cut for length!

sfw;

☆ - knows he can be snappy at times so he makes up for it by lots of apologizing if gets mad at you, as well as flowers and an expensive dinner <3 

☆ - various petnames, some in english some in russian. he loves his native language and thinks calling you russian petnames is the best thing in the world. his favorites are лапушечка (darling), умняшка* (clever/smart), солнышко (sun/sunshine)

☆ - he adores how smart you are. it doesn't matter if you're not a genius and just know common knowledge, he's in love you and your mind and could listen to you talk about anything for hours

☆ - secretly a cuddlebug. he always want to be touching you even if small ways, in public he'll always want to be sitting next to you. and in private, he'll always wants hugs. if you two move in (which he heavily wants), cuddles, every night. he doesn't mind any cuddling position, i really dont think he has a preference. he just wants to be close to you.

☆ - can and will show up to your house uninvited just to say hi

☆ - wants you to move in with him or buy a house for the two of you to live in. he has the money, he doesn't get why you won't let him. if you do cave and say yes, he'll look at every house available and show you all of them, requesting a walk through for the two of you and everything. he wants the house to be perfect for the both of you, and he won't accept anything but perfect.

☆ - very protective of you, would do anything you asked him. he doesn't want anyone to be rude to you, so what if your coworker who was yelling at you was found dead within a few days? it couldve been anything...

☆ - loves kissing you. forehead kisses, cheek kisses, normal kisses, he just wants to kiss you :(

☆ - kind of very clingy. just always wants to be around you. it doesn't matter what you're doing, he'll try his hardest to find a way to go with you. you have to do paperwork? he'll sit in your office with you. you have to cook? he doesn't mind waiting. you have to clean your house and do chores? he'll help! there's really no way to avoid him.

nsfw;

☆ - a switch, obviously.

☆ - doesn't mind being a dom or sub, but it would definitely take awhile for him to warm up to the idea of penetration either ways.

☆ - i hc that he's a virgin when you start dating LOL. u can not tell me that man fucks

☆ - loves hand stuff and oral! horrified of going all the way.

☆ - i think he would probably have to be really close to you and have to wear/make you wear protection for penetration. he's a bit of a germaphobe and just doesn't think its very cleanly.

☆ - after awhile and he's more comfortable with it though, it's over for you. he can go hard either way, one day he wants to be completely under your control and the next day maybe he wants to boss you around and take control over you, it really just depends on how he's feeling!

☆ - i also heavily hc that he has a praise kink, he wants to be praised and he wants to praise you. he turns into putty and basically gets hearts in his eyes whenever you tell him he's doing a good job or he's being a good boy. but on the other side of things, he also wants you to know how much he loves you. like i said before he really likes complimenting how smart you are, so expect him to praise you over every little thing you do!!!

☆ - probably wants to hold your hand while fucking lol, will basically beg to hold your hand if he has to.

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#oswald cobblepot #the penguin #gotham #gotham oswald cobblepot #oswald cobblepot x reader #oswald cobblepot x male reader #oswald cobblepot x you #the penguin x reader #the penguin x male reader #the penguin x you #gotham x reader #gotham x you #top reader #bottom reader

[quinsixtridrupled-k]

Disney TVA Platform Fighter

Last December, I thought it'd be neat to have a Disney-focused platform fighter especially since Nick had some success with Nickelodeon All-Star Brawl 2. So I figured... why not a Disney one? For those who don't know, platform fighters are a sub-genre of fighting/party games - the most famous and primarily example being Super Smash Bros.

And so, with that idea, I asked a friend to assist me in aiding with creating a graphic for this hypothetical game's roster, lo and behold:

Pretty neat, eh? Now you might be asking... why Disney TVA specifically? For one, focusing on the animated tv production side might be more feasible compared to the whole Disney library, that, and it allows some spotlight on very interesting and varied roster choices.

And for another... I just like the animated series side of Disney better. Now, the most important thing to remember is that this encompasses strictly the Disney TV Animation production label only, so any animated series not created under that studio will not be included (more so to keep consistency). I've also elected to choose some more unconventional picks (Yzma, Genie, Bonkers, for example) just to give some variety.

And what's a fighting game without DLC characters, eh? So here are the three waves of it:

(Wave 1, featuring Stitch, Wasabi, Kick Buttowski and Shego)

I'll admit that Shego's placement as DLC over base roster in favor of Drakken is purely thinking from a marketing standpoint, but it does make sense on the long run. In Stitch's case... I mostly forgot Lilo & Stitch had an animated series while making the base roster lmao.

Wasabi was left out of base roster because of limitations, and I felt Hiro, Go Go, and Fred offer a more balanced variety of size and playstyles but I still didn't want to leave him out, so I figured DLC is his best bet.

(Wave 2, featuring Mike Wazowski, Marcy Wu, Spinelli and Zurg)

Color me surprised that Monsters At Work is a Disney TVA production - Mike was chosen over Sulley or Tyler as the main rep for that series because he feels like he'd have a lot more interesting potential and material to work off of with his general slapstick and comedy routines.

Figured I'd complete the Calamity Trio with Marcy as DLC - just like Wasabi, she was left out of base roster because of limitations.

I figured people would want a Recess fighter, so I chose Spinelli since she's one of the more popular character and she'd serve as an analog to Helga in the first Nick All-Star Brawl.

Zurg was originally meant to be a boss character only, but I opted to put him as DLC because well... it is Zurg. I feel like you could incorporate a lot of Dr. Doom's MvC moveset on to him and they wouldn't feel out of place lmao.

And finally, they're here for you - they're the third wave of the DLC crew!

(Wave 3, featuring Oscar Proud, Simba, Moon Girl & Devil Dinosaur and Oswald)

This is... definitely the most experimental of the DLC waves. I think I've exhausted a lot of the picks I wanted at the time so I figured we could do with a more different direction.

Oscar is definitely there to ride on the coattails of Hugh Neutron in Nickelodeon All-Star Brawl 1 as a funny joke pick. I haven't actually watched The Proud Family so I don't think I would know if there are better picks, but still... I enjoy the wacky picks, they make a fighting game a fighting game.

Simba was gonna be in as far back as Wave 1, but I held off because... I'm not really sure why, but I forgot about him until I was making the third wave, so there he is now!

Moon Girl & Devil Dinosaur are definitely there for being the main Marvel series under the Disney TVA label (alongside Big Hero 6, by technicality), and would definitely make an interesting choice considering Devil's size - you'd probably have to shrink him down to a point where he still manages to be big, but not... gargantuan big, which may seem like a disservice to a character who is a large T-Rex but I think you can still make it work (it worked for Ridley in Smash, and Iron Giant in MultiVersus).

Oswald is included by a mere technicality, due to having a small cameo or two in the Paul Rudish Mickey Mouse shorts, and I figured he has a big enough fanbase to warrant an inclusion, so yeah there he is.

And just for fun, we also have a bonus character:

Powerline! From A Goofy Movie!

Powerline seems like a very out there choice, but I figured you could make a moveset for him entirely out of his theming of electricity! And if you think he'd overlap with Megavolt... then, yeah I guess you are right on that part. But I figure you can differentiate them with how they play (Megavolt being a zoner, Powerline being a rushdown). Note, this doesn't mean he's only available through pre-order, but you'd get him free with it - otherwise you'd have to pay, but he's separate from the DLC characters.

So yeah that covers the playable roster. I understand that there are still a lot of series I didn't rep mostly because of limitations, or I forgot to put them in (Fish Hooks, for one) but I'm only human in how I make these, mistakes do happen so please understand...

I do hope that Disney takes a dabble on this someday, although I'm not sure how keen they are on their characters fighting each other in a silly fighting game. Still, it'd be an interesting thoight, what do you think?

#6tupled #disney tva #disney afternoon #mickey mouse and friends #ducktales #darkwing duck #chip n dale rescue rangers #talespin #aladdin the animated series #gargoyles #timon and pumbaa #hercules the animated series #buzz lightyear of star command #kim possible #american dragon jake long #the emperor's new groove #phineas and ferb #gravity falls #randy cunningham 9th grade ninja #wander over yonder #star vs the forces of evil #rapunzel's tangled adventure #big hero 6 the series #amphibia #the owl house #the ghost and molly mcgee #hailey's on it #lilo & stitch #kick buttowski #monsters at work

[vaporwavebeach-writes]

An Unexpected Entrance

BTAA Scarecrow x gn! Reader (NSFW)

(1,426 words)

Summary: You find the Scarecrow in a compromising position and decide to have some fun with him.

Warnings/Tags: 18+, masturbation, dom! reader, sub! scarecrow, blackmail, fear play, pain play (kinda)

Notes: lmao sorry I was gone for so long, I just started a new semester at college and I’ve been trying to adjust. anyway, I finally got around to listening to BTAA over christmas break and it was SO GOOD and I am down so incredibly bad for scarecrow so uh, here’s this. enjoy the fic

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You could see the pale sky beginning to darken outside. Finishing up organizing the documents, your final task of the day was to deliver the files to your boss’ office upstairs. It was getting late and there was nobody else in the warehouse but you.

Not a single soul.

So when you heard a faint voice coming from within the walls, it was enough to make you shit your pants.

In this warehouse, the feeling of fear was inevitable to anyone who entered it. From low level grunts, to helpless test subjects, and to those who were just trying to get by such as yourself, fear was the one vulnerability that nobody could hide. The more one defied their fears and faced them, the less likely they were to get the axe (literally, in some cases). Although your boss, the Scarecrow, loved to see the courage, nothing pleased him more than the wailing and panic of the frightened.

Keeping your mantras of courage in mind, you pressed onward up the stairs- determined to deliver the documents, and to finally go home for the weekend. It seemed that the further you proceeded, the voice only became clearer. You could make out hushed grunts followed by the sound of your name. Trying to tune out the eerie moans and reach you destination as quickly as you could, you practically all but crash through the door of your boss’ office, where you were greeted to the source of the noise.

“Sorry to disturb you so late, but I have the-” Your words trailed off as you looked up from your papers. In front of you was Dr. Jonathan Crane, completely red in the face, leaning over his desk in an awkward position. He seemed to be trying (and failing) to mask his surprise at your unexpected entrance. He was definitely hiding something, and with the implications of what you just heard, your cheeks began to redden.

“Dr. Crane,” you murmur. Looking him up and down, Jonathan’s expression of feigned collectedness begins to falter as you toss the files on the side drawer and make your way in front of his desk, leaning forward ever so slightly. “Were you just…”

“I don’t think I know what you’re talking about.” He says slowly, in a pathetic attempt at gaslighting. Detecting the slightest quiver in his voice, your inquisitive expression forms into a knowing smirk, realizing that for the first time since you’ve taken this job, you now have leverage over Gotham’s mastermind of fear.

“There’s no need for mind games, Doctor.” You chuckle darkly. Crossing the threshold of his desk, you briefly glance down and notice the unmistakable tent in his pants, proving your assumptions to be correct. Spurred on by his obvious excitement at your presence, you continue to toy with him. “There’s no shame in wanting to feel good you know.”

You could feel him tense up after placing your hand softly on his shoulder. “However, I do suggest maybe locking the door next time.” Your hands slowly trail up and down him arms. “I don’t think you realize how lucky you are that it was me who caught you and not someone like, I don’t know, Oswald Cobblepot?” You could hear his breath hitch.

Working around the warehouse, you often heard things that you probably shouldn’t have been hearing. You heard things that if repeated out loud, could land you in the Scarecrow’s clutches, with fear toxin running through your bloodstream or a kill collar around your neck.

“How did you..?” Crane grits out.

“I wonder what he would think after he saw what I saw.” You continue to probe. Having the Scarecrow in such a vulnerable position not only increased your adrenaline and growing arousal, but also allowed you to get away with the words you knew could get you into some deep shit. “I wonder how that would affect your deal with him on the conflict regarding Harvey Dent.”

“Oh please,” he groaned, “So, you know about one of my higher-profile patients? Big whoop.”

“It’s not about who your patient is, but rather what kind of experiments you’ve been conducting on him.” While placing a strong kiss on his cheek, you whisper in his ear. “Let’s just say, I know that it’s not your usual brand of medicine.”

Before he could protest, Jonathan let out a low whine when he felt your mouth on his neck. Your hands began to twist down his chest, beginning to unbutton his shirt. You could feel him shiver at the sensation of your hands grazing over his chest as each button became undone.

“You know, I checked,” You whisper, pressing soft kisses down his neck. “On the paper work, there was an unnamed compound along with your usual shipment.” With deft hands, Dr. Crane’s shirt was completely open, leaving your hands to wander across his chest. “The compound came from an ACE Chemicals facility which, rumor has it, experiments on pharmaceuticals- typically used by psychiatrists such as yourself, with that of the Joker’s laughing gas.” Harshly gripping at his chest for emphasis, Crane winced; your blackmail seeming to increase his arousal. “…Care to explain?”

For the first time since you entered his office, Jonathan looked back where his eyes met yours. He looked intense, and dangerous- almost like a warning, but God, also so desperate. Refusing to speak, you knew that he was trying to defy you at your game. Luckily, you don’t often like to play fair.

“Ok fine,” you sigh, with artificial defeat. “You don’t have to tell me about that, instead, let’s talk about what you were doing before I came in.” You soothe your hands up to his shoulders, delicately tracing down to his collarbones. “I want to hear you say it.”

For some reason, that seemed to shake him more than your discovery of whatever shady dealings he had going on. Jonathan seemed hesitant, debating if he should tell the truth or not. When he took too long to answer, you grew impatient. He let out a loud whimper when you sharply nipped at his neck, biting just shy of drawing any blood.

“What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?” You chuckle. Your hand makes its way up to Jonathan’s throat and wraps around him firmly. Not hard enough to choke him out, but enough to show that you mean business. “C’mon doc, you usually have so much to say! No need to get all shy on me now, you’re only making it worse for yourself.”

“I was jerking off.” He confesses almost immediately. Christ, he was pathetic and you fucking loved it.

“There we go!” You laugh. “Now, was that so hard?”

Jonathan shakes his head. You can see him burning with shame and trepidation at your next move. You now begin to understand why the Scarecrow is so obsessed with fear, as you drink up Jonathan’s nerves like if it were that ice cold water bottle on your nightstand after waking up from a nap with a dry throat- Excruciatingly satisfying.

You rake your nails along the back of his neck, fingernails biting gently into his skin. “Look at me, Jonathan.” You order him.

He gives a low whine as he complies, turning around and gazing at your lips. Taking his chin in between your fingers, you tilt his head to bring your lips to his in a tender kiss.

Letting his guard down, Crane practically melts, giving you the perfect opening to slip in your tongue. As the kiss grew more heated, you grip Jonathan tighter; holding him in place for when you finally decide to nip at his lips.

When he yelps in surprise, you seize the opportune time to flip him back around to face over his desk, and unbuckle his belt.

“You are going to finish what you started, understand?”

Crane nods his head.

“Say it.”

“Yes,” he whimpers.

“Good.” In a shared effort, Jonathan’s pants fall to the ground as you see him reach for his aching cock.

“…And as you fuck yourself, you are going to tell me what you were thinking about and what you want me to do to you, got it?”

“Oh God, Yes.” He groans, feeling your mouth leave marks on his sensitive neck.

“I want you to say my name, as you begin to lose yourself; just like before.”

Hearing a compliant moan erupt from his throat, Jonathan’s hand begins to jerk himself off at a steady pace, already eager to listen to you.

“…And remember, don’t let my being here stop you.”

#btaa scarecrow x reader #btaa scarecrow #scarecrow x reader #scarecrow x you #scarecrow imagine #scarecrow smut #jonathan crane x reader #jonathan crane x you #jonathan crane smut #jonathan crane imagine #mia writes batman!!!

[my0favorite0art]

CurbItKirby Masterlist P.1

Alfred Molina Character Masterlist (excluding fics already on AO3) 

Note: up to date until August 31, 2023

Masterlist Part 2 (OCs w Molina face-claim)

Otto Octavius/Doc Ock

breeding kink

hate fucking

Otto brings Reader apology flowers 

Super!Reader choking dirty-talk 

Super!Reader groping dirty-talk angst 

Reader titfucking Otto drabble 

gentle Otto comforts Reader not ready for sex 

Otto eating out Reader overstimulation 

Otto fucking Reader overstimulation 

Maxim Horvath

Apprentice!Reader dom/sub caning

Horvath fucking Apprentice!Reader mirror kink

Horvath and Reader get high

dom/sub Horvath aftercare fluffy 

Apprentice!Reader cockwarming wax kink 

Dom!Reader power struggle face riding 

Horvath shrinks and eats out Tiny!Reader 

angst degradation cock worship p.1 

angst self-degradation oral sex p.2 

Horvath invites you out with ulterior motives p.3 

Ricardo Morales

sub/dom workplace sex

jealous workplace sex

Reader convincing Morales to take a break 

lingerie kink sex anal play  

Undercover!Morales and Biker!Reader 

Big Boss (Alejandro)

cockwarming Boss under desk

Boss notices Reader's tongue piercing

Boss likes Reader's tattoo workplace sex dirty-talk 

Andres Galan 

Reader gives Galan's daughter a ride and he asks them out

Boss!Galan marries reader spanking breeding kink p.1

Boss!Galan marries reader spanking breeding kink p.2 

Virgin!Reader unprotected sex pregnancy 

lactation kink pregnancy sex 

nipple piercings phone sex 

cockwarming drabble 

exhibitionism hot tub sex 

angry jealous Boss!Galan rough

Hugh Weldon

Dom!Reader face slapping crossdressing masturbation

non-discussed somnophilia wake-up blowjob 

breeding kink 

Dom!Reader pegging 

Dom!Reader puppy play edging 

exhibitionism watching a meteor shower fluff 

Leland Drury 

priest kink

confession booth sex infidelity breeding kink blasphemy 

Leland helps newlyweds consummate p.1 

Leland helps newlyweds consummate p.2 

Leland helps newlyweds consummate p.3

Konstantin “Kostya” Dmitrievich Levin

Sexworker!Reader bathing soft 

Former!Sexworker!Reader rough sex thigh riding choking biting kink 

angst p.1 

angst p.2 

jealousy light angst drabble 

Dom!Reader human furniture collars angst 

Former!Sexworker!Reader honeymoon sex 

Dom!Reader crossdressing object insertion 

slut shaming jealousy angst 

Virgin!Kostya Dom!Reader orgasm denial begging 

Reader gives Kitty to Kostya dubcon bondage

Comte De Reynaud

hate sex slut shaming face slapping 

slut shaming face riding choking kink face slapping angst 

Housewife!Reader loving sex 

Comte hungry for pussy 

Boss!Comte eats Reader out workplace sex 

knife kink argument 

Pregnant!Housewife!Reader angst falling out 

Comte lusting Reader drabble

Jim Bussey

touch-starved oral fingering 

ghost sex 

Tiny!Reader Borrower AU 

Edy Rodriguez

edging belt leather kink 

santa kink object insertion 

Thief!Edy dubcon drabble 

Thief!Edy dubcon somnophilia

Armand Gamache

workplace sex blowjob fucking 

Widower!Armand werewolf angst 

there's only one bed 

car sex 

power imbalance rough sex degradation 

Jordan (“Promising Young Woman”)

past sexual trauma face slapping angst 

Colonel (“The Treat”)

Mimi introduces Reader to the Colonel spanking 

Manuel Aringarosa

The bishop corrupts the Reader priest kink blowjob

 

Stephan Arden

Flirting

Paul Weller

tender sex throat fucking size kink 

Oswald Cobblepot/Penguin 

Catburglar!Reader tries to steal from Penguin light angst 

Catburglar!Reader violence first meeting 

Catburglar!Reader rough sex light degradation  

Catburglar!Reader rough sex jealousy light angst 

Catburglar!Reader gun violence angst 

Reader gives Oswald a gift 

Catburglar!Reader cockwarming cheating angst 

Catburglar!Reader hurt comfort sex bathing 

Dom!Reader gets eaten out 

sex pollen caning object insertion 

Young!Penguin fucks Waitress!Reader slut shaming  

Journalist!Reader sex pollen drugged sex breeding kink dubcon

#tumblr was being dumb so I had to split the masterlists #this took #forever #had some trouble figuring out what to name the links

[arriansarchive]

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Spiderman Into/Across The Spiderverse

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Miguel O'Hara

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Gwen Stacy

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IT Chapter 1/2

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Stanley Uris

Beverly Marsh

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Stranger Things

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Dustin Henderson

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Eleven

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Jonathan Byers

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Miss Peregrine's Home For Peculiar Children (book)

Alma LeFay Peregrine

Caul Bentham

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Hugh Apiston

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Millard Nullings

Enorace

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Nuwho

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Top Gun: Maverick

Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw

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Heartstopper

Nick Nelson

Charlie Spring (x m!reader only)

Tao Xu

Harry Greene

Elle Argent

James McEwan

Imogen Heanley

Issac Henderson

#across the spiderverse #into the spider verse #pavitr prabhakar #miles morales #hobie brown #spiderverse #miss peregrines home for peculiar children #jacob portman #alma lefay peregrine #caul bentham #emma bloom #mphfpc #fiona frauenfeld #hugh apiston #shameless #fiona gallagher #ian gallagher #lip gallagher #carl gallagher #harry potter #stranger things #male reader #young sheldon #it chapter 1 #doctor who #sally face #fear street #nuwho #top gun maverick #heartstopper

[gilverrwrites]

As Above

Pairing: Oswald Cobblepot/Reader

All you'd wanted were directions to the nearest bathroom, yet somehow you ended up here, on your knees, for one of Gotham's most infamous crime bosses.

Notice: You're currently reading the Fem/AFAB Version.

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Rating: 18+

Words: 2.1K

Content: Dub-con, swearing, alcohol consumption/drunk reader, Hybristophilia, dom Ozzie/sub reader, finger sucking, blowjob, dirty talking, (allusions to) slut shaming, cum shot, cum eating.

Please remember: You do not need to prove yourself to anyone.

The sound of your heels clacking against the metal grate stairs is drowned out by the constant and loud thump of music. You’ve been pacing around the upper levels of the club for minutes now, alone amongst a sea of strangers and no closer to finding relief. You should have been more assertive with your friends, should have made one of them come with you, but they were having so much fun, and you didn’t want to be a bother. So now you were lost and still bursting for a piss.

Distressed and eager to find a way out of your predicament, you decide to ask the next person you see for directions, no excuses. Close your eyes, deep breaths, steady, confident. You’re stricken by the sight of the first person you glimpse. He’s older than you would have thought, stout, with thinning hair and a distinct face. Not at all the clientele you’d come to expect from The Iceberg. But still, something about him was captivating. In fact, you’d been so enraptured that he’d almost entirely passed you by.

“Um, wait! Excuse me.” You shout, trying to be heard over the drum and bass as you take long strides to catch up with him. He walks slowly, and with a cane, so you’re by his side in seconds. “Hello?”

He turns his head to face you as he continues walking. His eyes slowly drape across your body, seemingly appraising everything you have to offer. When his eyes finally land on yours, he stops. Deeming you worthy of his time. “Yes dear, can I help you.”

Despite his posture and unbefitting appearance, he bleeds an air of confidence and importance that simultaneously makes you nervous and aroused. “I am so sorry to bother you, but do you know where the bathrooms are? Please?”

“I do, I do.” His checks you out again, nodding to himself as he does. Eyes wander up and down your body; every inch of skin he examines feels hot and tingly, on top of your already intense need to go. Apparently happy with his second examination, like you’ve passed his test, he continues, “Follow me, I’ll take you to them.”

“Thank you! Thank you so much.” You’re practically buzzing now, calmed by knowing you’ve found a resolution; you follow, purposefully remaining a pace behind him so as not to lose sight of him or appear rude by overtaking him. “I’ve been searching for ages. You have no idea how grateful I am for your help.”

“That so?” He responds. You’re sure it’s rhetorical, but you nod anyway. He seems amused, making no effort to hide the pull of his lips as he leads you up another flight of stairs and along yet another industrial-style balcony. “Other than your current predicament, are you enjoying the club?”

“Oh, yeah, definitely. The atmosphere here is great, and the music is always amazing. Drinks are a fucking fortune, though, honestly! It’s a good thing my friends and I always pre-game cause I’d have to get a second job to be able to afford more than 3 drinks here.” You’re not sure why you’re rambling so much, but your saviour in purple pinstriped armour seems to enjoy it, letting out a loud belly laugh as you complain.

“A pretty thing like you, surely they’re lining up round the block to buy you a drink.” There was nothing smooth about his voice, but the words flattered you nonetheless.

Unsure how to respond, you resolve to try and change the subject. “What about you? Do you like it here?”

“You could say that.” The answer is cryptic, and you watch him curiously, waiting for him to proceed until you reach the end of the walkway.

You’re standing together outside a red wooden door, a sign read ‘staff only’. All your drunken mind could puzzle together at that moment was: not toilet.

“Ummm.” You look to him for clarification, and he silences you with a raised hand; wait. Then he pulls out a key, unlocks the door and makes his way inside, holding the door for you to follow.

“Bathroom is behind that door.” He points, and you waste no time scurrying over to it, giving him a brief and likely comedic bow as you go.

In true night-out fashion, you’d failed to realise just how drunk you were until you were isolated with nothing but the dim bathroom light and the cold feel of your ass on the toilet seat. At that moment, you promise yourself that you’ll graciously thank your host, find your friends, and head home. You hold onto the thought as you wash your hands and attempt to clean up your smudged makeup with damp fingertips.

You hadn’t taken the time to look at the main room as you beelined for the toilet earlier. As you exit the bathroom, you’re suddenly taken by the luxury of it. Everything appears furnished in either solid oak or soft velvets and leathers. The music from downstairs is barely audible, just the low thrum of the bass seeping through. Your mystery man is seated on the furthest side of the room, looking out at the crowd below through a floor-to-ceiling window that spans the entire wall.

“Oh, wow!” You cross the room until you’re close enough to press your fingers to the cold glass, enamoured by the view. “This is incredible. How have I never noticed this before?”

“You won’t have.” He taps the back of a ringed finger against the window. “It’s one-way.”

“Ooooh.” The crowd below is illuminated by the ever-changing lights, arms and legs move and entwine as they dance to the beat, but when you look over to your host, you can’t find it in yourself to look away from him again. “So… you like, work here?”

He laughs again, exposing a smattering of gold teeth and making his belly jiggle. Any thoughts of leaving have long since passed. “You could say that. I’m Oz.”

Oz… Oswald Cobblepot, The Penguin. You've been complaining about booze prices to The Penguin. He doesn’t work here; he owns here. You realise where you recognise him from. The news, the papers. You’ve seen his name and face associated with several stories, most of them unsavoury. In that moment, you wish the ground would open and swallow you whole.

When he extends a hand, you take it. Barely able to look him in the eye, you focus your attention on his thick, decorated fingers as you introduce yourself.

“I- um- I’m sorry about…” you trail off as he pulls you toward him, until you’re standing between his open legs. He presses the back of your hand to his lip, his kiss is warm against your skin.

“For what?” He’s watching you, closely, enjoying your sheepishness. You can tell by the glint in his eyes.

“For complaining… About the drinks.”

Strong fingers smooth over your exposed thigh, tickling your skin and igniting a heat in your veins.

“Don’t worry about it, Love. I value the honesty.” The cold of his jewellery bites at your heated skin, his hand cups high and hard around the back of your thigh and pulls you closer still. His face is now adjacent to your sternum as he glides his hand up your dress. “Will you tell me something else?”

“Anything.” Your reply is immediate and needy. It surprises you, but instead of pulling away in shame, your drunken body leans in, nestling the lower half of Oz’s face against your cleavage and gently holding him there with your free hand. His dark hair feels soft and fine between your fingertips.

“Do you often let men you’ve just met feel you up like this?” His voice is muffled by your body.

“No.” The way he says it should make you feel ashamed; instead, you feel yourself growing wetter. The shame of being so obedient, so open to being touched and played with by a known crime boss, is a primary cause for your arousal. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”

“Your legs seem tired. Perhaps you should rest them.” A bold finger runs along your clothed slit, and your body shudders in response. “Get on your knees.”

He offers you both his hands and you take them, using him as support as you lower yourself to the ground. When your knees hit the soft carpet, you instantly feel relief, no longer having to support your full weight on your precariously high heels.

“Doesn’t that feel better?” Oz coos, and you nod bashfully back at him until he cups your face with both hands. Using his thumb, he directs your head backwards, chin up. You wonder how you must look to him, on your knees, lids heavy, limp and compliant from booze and arousal.

Florals and musk assault your senses when he presses his lips to yours. Strong fingers press against the hollows for your cheeks, and you open your mouth without resistance, expecting a tongue. Instead, you’re greeted by more fingers. You moan at the realisation, eagerly allowing him to press the pads of his fore and middle finger along your tongue in long, languid strokes, inching further back with each stroke until he stimulates your gag reflex, causing your throat to tighten around his fingers.

He hums to himself, evaluating you once again until he praises, “Impressive.”

“Thank you.” Your words come out slurred, and drool slips down your chin as you attempt to speak around his digits.

“Think you’re ready for the real thing?” Unclear if it’s a question to you or a statement to himself, you nod anyway, rocking forward on your knees to present your willingness.

He smirks as he pushes his fingers deeper into your throat once more, making the muscles contract again, and causing the ache between the legs to grow.  When he retracts his fingers, a feeble moan slips from your lips.

“Such a good plaything.” He makes quick work of his belt and zipper. His cock is fully erect, and you lick your lips in anticipation. “Go on then, get your lips around that.”

It’s fat and heavy on your tongue, filling your tastebuds with stale saltiness. You work your way up and down his length, tightly sucking the tip and hollowing your cheeks at the base. Any time he lets out a deep moan of his own you’re overcome with pride, growing high on getting him off. You want to hear it again and again.

Eventually, you pull back to take a deep breath, allowing yourself to nurse your aching jaw, but you must take too long for Oz’s liking, his fingers spread at the back of your head, locking on and leading you back onto his waiting cock. His hand remains in its place, directing you up and down, deeper and deeper. You ignore the growing tightness in your throat and the prick of tears forming in the corners of your eyes, fixating on the way your clit throbs every time he lets out a grunt or groan.

“Oh yeah. Keep sucking, just like that.” He huffs each word between hitched breaths, his hands shaking against your head. He’s close, you can tell. You latch your hands around the heels of your shoes, squeezing tight as Oz grips tighter to your head and picks up pace.

How easily he’s turned you into his willing cocksleeve, slack jawed and drooling as he used your mouth to get off.  And you’d been the one to approach him.

The tip of his cock hits hard and painfully at the back of your mouth as he jerks your face back and forth. Wetness seeps through your underwear, your pussy desperate for stimulation.  He hadn’t told you not to touch yourself. As the thought crosses your mind, Oz yanks you back into reality, literally tugging your head back.

You pant for breath, breathing in sweet, sweet air as you watch on. Oz's free hand wraps around the base of his cock, pumping once, twice, and then he’s cumming. Thick, hot, white ropes of cum splatter over your face, your lids close instinctively, preventing it from spraying into your eye. Beads drip into your mouth, assaulting your tongue with its saltiness.

“Lucky me.” Your eyes dart open again at the sound of his voice. He’s leaning forward in his seat, smiling at you as he begins to stroke a finger along your face, scooping up stray pools of his cum, and scooping them into your still-open mouth. “Found myself a sexy little birdie, an I wasn’t even looking. Swallow.”

On command you gulp it all down, grinning from ear to ear when he smiles approvingly at you, showing you those sexy gold teeth again. You remain on your knees as he leans back in his chair, reaches into the breast pocket of his blazer, and retrieves a cigar.

“Now.” He taps your nose lightly with his index finger before lighting up. “Go make yourself presentable, and then we’ll go get you an overpriced drink.” 

#the penguin x reader #the penguin imagine #oswald cobblepot x reader #oswald cobblepot imagine #oswald cobblepot smut #the penguin smut #man i havent written penguin in like 6+ years #i hope other people enjoy this #gilverrwrites

[cactusmisslittle]

Real Penguins Make Do - BTAS Oswald Cobblepot x Reader

Summary: You decide to bring a new toy into the bedroom. Oswald is more than happy to oblige. GN reader. (The title is from a joke on the Arkham Discord)

Word Count: 2.3k (I'm so sorry)

Warnings: Ovipositors, slight breeding kink, dom/sub dynamics, dom!reader, Oswald's trust issues

It never failed to amaze you how authoritarian Oswald was in his day-to-day life juxtaposed against how, frankly, needy he was when alone with you.

Oswald's whole body shuddered beneath you, even without having been touched, and you thought to yourself, not for the first time, how lucky you were to get to see him like this. With his poise and dignity stripped away, leaving him bare and raw and open. Only you would ever know how touch-starved he truly was, how he'd preen under the smallest scraps of affection.

"Such a sweet boy..." Your voice was barely above a murmur and you gently touched his cheek, smiling at how his head subtly tilted into your palm. His eyes were already soft and glassy as he looked up at you with that lovestruck grin that always appeared when you held him like this.

"And what do you have planned for us tonight, my turtledove?" You could tell how hard he was trying to retain his usual smooth, collected tone, but the tremor in his voice was unmistakable.

"And ruin the surprise? You'll find out as we go."

And, god, that worked exactly as you had hoped. All the air escaped his lungs in a reverent 'oh' as his pupils dilated.

"W-well," he swallowed thickly, "I am yours to do with what you will."

"Mm, I already knew that." You twisted your fingers into his hair and pulled, relishing the drawn-out whine that you elicited. As much as you loved cradling him in your arms like this, you did have a plan to get to. "Alright, pretty boy, I want you on the bed, legs spread."

Oswald nearly tripped over his own feet in his rush to obey.

Once situated, he looked over at where you were standing, brow furrowed in confusion. You were holding what he could only assume was a sex toy, but the shape was unlike any he had ever seen before. The length didn't seem terribly intimidating, no more than six inches, but the thought of how girthy knot at the base and the little bumps that covered it would feel inside of him made Oswald whimper and unconsciously rub his thighs together. The strange part, though, was the hole in the tip that seemed to go all the way down the toy and the clamshell container you held in your other hand.

Still, the fact that Oswald had no idea what he was looking at only made him impossibly harder. He hadn't requested this. You were bringing this into the bedroom entirely of your own volition, because you wanted to use it on him, and that thought alone made Oswald dizzy.

At this point, he was convinced that there was almost nothing he wouldn't eagerly let you do to him. While he had gotten a lot better about it over the course of your relationship, there would always be some lingering doubts as to whether you were only with him to use him, or worse, out of pity. So, if you wanted to do something that normally wouldn't interest him, that only made it all the more appealing. He could know with certainty that you were doing it for yourself, and that, no matter how hard it was to imagine, he was desired.

Oswald was wrenched from his thoughts by your hand settling gently on his thigh, and he couldn't help but gasp softly at the touch. God, he must look so pathetic like this, and yet, he couldn't find it in himself to care.

"Ozzy?" You set the clamshell down on the bed so that you could hold the toy in both hands. "Do you know what this is?"

Oswald shook his head, eyes widening as he took in the sight properly. It was even more intimidating up close, and he had to bite his cheek to keep from moaning out loud.

"You can touch it, if you'd like. It's called an ovipositor." He tentatively reached out to touch the bumpy surface, and you smiled before opening the clamshell. Inside were yellow, translucent eggs. "These are made from gelatin. That way they'll dissolve if they get stuck."

"Get... stuck..." Oswald looked between the eggs and the toy as it slowly dawned on him what it was designed to do. A shiver ran down his spine and he squirmed in place. "Oh, lord have mercy..."

You snickered at his reaction, but he was too dazed to care. You squeezed his hand lightly to pull him out of it. "Colour, baby?"

His eyes flicked up to meet yours and he swallowed, nodding once. "Green. Very green."

You brought his hand up to your lips and kissed his fused knuckles gently, smiling at how his already red face turned nearly purple in embarrassment. "Alright. Don't hesitate to tell me if it's too much, okay?"

Oswald nodded, breath quickening as you nudged his legs apart once again. He heard the squelch of lube being squeezed onto your fingers, but even with that warning, he still jolted when he felt your fingers press against his hole.

"Please..." he whispered, though what he was begging for, he wasn't sure.

You smiled down at him, and Oswald had to close his eyes to keep from swooning. As always, he opened up beautifully for you, eagerly accepting your fingers as his hole readily stretched to take more, as though he had been made for this. You'd mentioned that last bit more than once before, and even as he hit your shoulder indignantly in response, his cock invariably betrayed him.

Now, though, you decided to spare him the teasing, and he was silently grateful for it. He was already showing you far more vulnerability than he'd be comfortable with were it anyone else. Still, that didn't stop him from arching his back with a soft wheeze when he felt your fingers brush against his prostate.

His eyes opened a fraction, still heavily lidded, and he looked up at you with an embarrassing squeak. His eyes flicked down to the toy in your hands and he licked his lips in anticipation.

"You ready, honey?" Your voice pierced through his haze like an arrow and he sucked in a breath. He waited for a moment before answering, wanting to drink in every moment, every soft gaze and kind word, until they drowned the ghosts of his past in their sacchirine flood.

He was not, however, a patient man, so it was only a few seconds before he was nodding frantically, biting his lip until a metallic tang burst on his tongue. He knew how pathetic he must look, how ashamed he ought to be, and yet, with you, he couldn't bring himself to care. Need washed over him like an oppressive cloak and his mind could only repeat you, you, you in a broken prayer.

Slowly, (far more slowly than Oswald would have liked, and yet, the strange tenderness of it could make him cry), you began to inch the toy into him. It started off easy. Most of the toy was smooth and gently tapered, so it slid into him with little resistance, and for a moment, he allowed himself to relax.

Then he reached the knot. The toy doubled in girth at the base, and Oswald threw his head back against the pillow with a soft thump, choking on his own spit. The bumps were tantalizingly prominent, and he swore he could count every single one of them as they dragged along his inner walls. His hands scrambled for purchase on the sheets and he keened helplessly, his hips twitching and writhing of their own accord, only to cause the toy to shift inside of him and repeat the cycle all over again.

Once he had taken it in to hilt, you stopped, allowing him to get used to the new sensations. By this point, he was babbling incoherently and his chest was red and splotchy from arousal. You smiled down at him and cupped his cheek in your hand, and he leaned into it without even seeming to realize it.

"Colour, Ozzy?"

His forehead crinkled in dismay at having to try to get something coherent to leave his mouth, but he managed a weak, "G-green..."

You smiled your approval, and Oswald felt like he was flying. Then the toy began to move.

The sounds leaving Oswald's lips as you fucked him with the ovipositor were absolutely broken, and it took him a moment to even realize they were coming from himself. It was all too much, far too much, and yet if you stopped, he thought he might die. The toy plunged deep inside if him, but the knot was what really broke him. It slid in and out, stretching his hole to the limit and then suddenly releasing it in rapid succession. It was so fast, so brutal, and yet the dramatic texture ensured that he felt everything. Squeals that he would surely be embarrassed by later fell freely from his throat and he alternated between begging for you to slow down and fuck him harder. You did neither. You took him at the pace you wanted, and when your free hand held his hips in a bruising grasp to stop them from moving, he could only moan.

"You're such a good boy. Taking it so well for me," you cooed, your gentle tone juxtaposed painfully against what you were doing, "Do you want me to pump you full of eggs, baby? Want me to breed you?"

And fuck, he never stood a chance, did he?

Oswald was too lost in his own pleasure to respond verbally, but he nodded desperately, and you noted the way he squirmed with every word. You smirked as you realized you may have awoken something in him.

"Yeah? You want to carry my eggs for me? Incubate them just like a real penguin?"

Okay, maybe that last part was a little silly, and you snorted internally, but Oswald didn't seem to notice. His eyes were glazed over and hazy and could only whimper in response, reaching up to cling to your shoulders with trembling hands.

You lined one of the gelatin eggs up with the ovipositor and pushed it down the tube. Oswald cried out and kicked his legs frenetically. He could feel the egg as a lump inside the toy slowly working its way to the tip, as though it were pulsating. When the egg popped out the tip, he felt it slide in deep as his hole swallowed it down greedily. Vaguely, your comment about the potential for the eggs getting stuck echoed in his mind, and he moaned at the thought.

One by one, you pushed the eggs through the ovipositor slowly, watching him writhe and gasp with every one. By the time you were lining up the last egg, tears were blurring his vision. He felt so full, in ways that he had never experienced before, and he was holding his orgasm back by his fingernails.

"P-please... please... I-I need..."

You smiled at his incohesive prattling and bent down to kiss his forehead, noting how he whined just as sharply at the affection as if you had grabbed his dick.

"Just one more, Ozzy. Just take one more egg and you can cum. Think you can do that for me?" you said gently, running your free hand through his hair. You were getting it greasy with lube, but with how much he was sweating at this point, it didn't seem to matter much.

His breath was quivering and he looked on the verge of weeping, but he nodded meekly in response.

"Good boy."

The praise sent a shudder down his spine, and it took all of his concentration to hold back as he felt the slow movement of the egg inside of the toy working its way into him. He looked absolutely wreaked, and as soon as he felt the soft pop of the egg being pushed out of the toy, he screeched in white-hot pleasure and finally allowed his climax to overtake him. His whole body convulsed as he rode it out, almost looking as though he was being electrocuted, and you couldn't help but take hold of the toy to fuck him through it.

For Oswald, the next several minutes were an exhausted blur, and the next thing he knew, he had been cleaned off with a wet towel and was curled up against your chest. He clung to you with slow, shuddering breaths and slowly looked up to meet your gaze.

"Good?"

He nodded his assent and hid his face in your shoulder once again. "Mm. Very good." His voice was hoarse, and he found himself being gently pulled away from you to have a water bottle held to his lips. He begrudgingly took a few sips, then returned to his prior position with a soft sigh.

"You did so well for me, my sweet boy," you said with a smile as you put the bottle back on the end table, then began to gently play with his hair, "I wasn't easy on you, but you took it so beautifully for me. I love seeing you come undone."

Oswald grumbled, vaguely embarrassed, but you could feel his smile against your skin.

"Hey, you know I love you, right?" You cupped his face in his hands and gently nudged his chin upwards so that your eyes met. His cheeks were red, but he looked content.

"I do," he agreed quietly, and that alone made your heart soar before he could even say it back. It had taken you ages to reach this point, to gently repair the trust that had been shattered by so many others before you. Still, your chest did warm as you heard his meek: "And I love you."

You ran your fingers along his cheekbones to his temples as you leaned forward to gently kiss the tip of his nose, torn between finding the broken gasp it elicited adorable or heartbreaking. Even with how far you've come, it would take far more for him to truly believe that he was worthy of love. You knew that. But until that day came, you'd just have to love him enough for the both of you.

#batman #dc comics #dom reader #nsft #reader insert #oswald cobblepot #batman the animated series #btas penguin #gn reader #smut

[forkgirl]

Gotham!Penguin NSFW Alphabet 💜🖤

because there’s barely any stuff about him. i’m going through a very strong gotham ozzie phase and you all are coming down with me and this has been in my drafts since the dawn of time so i guess i’ll just finish it up

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)

Either he falls asleep and tells you to leave if it’s just a one night stand, or he asks to be cuddled and held. He 100% has cried after doing the do, and he needs to be told he did good 🥺 He’ll also take care of your needs if he went a bit rough on you, but most of all, it’s just cuddles all around

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

Oswald LOVES his hair. It probably crunches under your hand if you play with it but that means he did a good job styling it. However, it’s usually very soft and fluffy, like how it was when he was with Ivy

Yours: Thighs 100%. He loves resting his head on them, caressing them, kissing them, he likes the soft feeling and how he can gently squeeze them, and have his hands on them when you’re on his lap 💜

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)

Oswald definitely has a breeding kink. He likes the idea of having his cum inside of you and having it leak out once he’s done, he thinks it’s the hottest thing ever. Honestly, he just likes having his cum inside you, when you’re giving him head, you have to swallow.

D= Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)

Wants you to spank him with his cane. End of discussion. He wants you to bend him over for whatever reason, and give him a good spanking so he knows who’s really in control at the end of the day. (speaking of which, he’s a switch) (also inspired by a nygmobblepot fic my dear @finniestoncrane wrote pls go read it it’s called harm’s way)

E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)

To an extent. He’s quite the handsome guy, and he definitely bought sex a few times when he gained wealth. He knows what he’s doing, but at times he may need you to guide him

F= Favorite position

He loves when you ride him, or something where he can lay back. He likes the idea of being used and being able to look up at you, and it’s less pressure on his leg. He’s not opposed to trying new things, he’s taken a well liking to 69 and missionary

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

He’s not gonna make any jokes, maybe some comments that follow with a soft chuckle or smile but otherwise he doesn’t joke around, he’s just a tease 💜

H= Hair (grooming habits)

Carpets do match the drapes. They’re not too long, he regularly trims so it’s not too unruly and he doesn’t really care too much about how his hair down there looks.

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

It depends on his mood. If he’s had a horrible, stressful day, just expect him to go in for a quickie for stress relief and very rough and fast paced sex. Otherwise he always prefers for it to be romantic and slow

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

Not often! He’s a busy man, however, if he doesn’t have access to you and he’s bored in his office, he definitely has boudoir photos of you in a drawer for emergencies.

K= Kink (their kinks)

Dom/Sub dynamic, corporal punishment (on him), roleplay, sensory deprivation/overstimulation, leather/latex, any sort of cute lingerie or sexy outfits, JOI (both parties), Master/Slave

L= Location (where they like to get it on)

His bed, it’s comfy and private, but he has fantasies about fucking you at the lounge or some alleyway where he used to get pushed around by Fish and everyone else - just so he remember how far he’s come.

M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)

Usually any sort of cute outfits gets him going. Or when you come to him, practically dragging him somewhere private because you need him so bad. He loves feeling wanted.

N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)

Any sort of extreme corporal punishment on you - he doesn’t want to accidentally hurt you, but he loves a bit of spanking and gentle bruising, or as gently as he can possibly be.

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

When receiving, he’s telling you how good you are, being so vocal and a bit cocky to the point where he ends up throat fucking you, but sometimes he just needs some slow head so he can cum into your mouth and see how pretty you look with it dripping out.

I honestly couldn’t pick between him being a god at oral or not knowing what he’s doing at all - and to me, both are hot.

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

Typically he goes very slow, and if he’s punishing you, it’s painfully slow. He has his moments where he loves to go hard and fast but most of the time it’s just gentle romantic lovemaking and can last a good while, he secretly loves edging himself even without you asking.

Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)

Stated previously, if he’s stressed or angry he definitely goes rough but most of the time he enjoys spending hours with you in bed, foreplay, sex, aftercare, etc.

R= Risk (do they like to try new things)

If he thinks he’ll like it, yes. Otherwise it takes a lot of convincing

S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)

Depending on the pace, he can go from 1-2 times to around 3.

T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)

Yes!! He has lots of toys, handcuffs, leashes, vibrators he uses on himself and you, and always loves it when you bring home something new for you to try.

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

He’s such a fucking tease. He’ll make you beg until you’re nearly crying for him to touch you, and he doesn’t like to beg himself - but there are times when he does. You end up giving in very early though

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

He’s pretty loud. His breathy moans and grunts, sentences that don’t even make sense at times, his jealous and protective rambling, asking you who you belong to, all that sorts.

W= Wild card (random headcanon of any sort)

He bit people as a kid. Just putting that out there.

X= X-ray (what’s down below in dem pants)

5.5 inches, pretty thick and has a nice curve to it. 10/10 dick tbh

Y= Yearning (sexdrive level)

It’s average, however it’s easy to turn him on, so therefore it’s pretty high.

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

Falls asleep nearly immediately after everything is cleaned up and he’s made some tea for the both of you or whatever, he’s cuddling with you and will nap for hours.

#gotham #gotham penguin x reader #oswald cobblepot x reader #gotham penguin smut #oz cobblepot x reader #oswald cobblepot smut #oswald cobblepot

[prpfs]

🤕 Hi! I’m 21, Looking for 18+ rp partners please!

I have a few canon characters I’d love to play and some oc’s that I’ve been dying to use! But before I go into them I’ve got a few things to ask please (this is new, but I’ve been ghosted so many times that it feels like I need to say this😭)

If you like my post, please be serious about rping with me, I’m ok if you get busy or lose interest, just please let me know and don’t just ghost me. I’ve had it happen so many times recently and I just wanna let people know that I’m looking for serious, friendly long term (or as long term as possible) rps.

Ok! Onto my current canon characters that I’m dying to write! (I’d like to play these guys/Girls as Subs/switches! I also won’t play canon gays/lesbians against men or women, but I’m happy to play characters that don’t have a canon sexuality as bi/pans or anything!), but I am happy to double up and play them against other canon characters/oc’s!

Shadow and bone (I haven’t seen the new season yet!): Kaz Brekker, Jesper Fahay, Ivan, Fedyor Kaminsky, The Darkling, Matthias Halver

Heartstopper: Charlie Spring, Nick Nelson, Tara Jones, Darcy Olsson

House of the dragon: Daemon Targaryen, Aemond Targaryen, Aegon Targaryen, Lucerys Velaryon, Jacaerys Velaryon, Rhaenyra Targaryen

Peaky Blinders: Thomas Shelby

Marvel: Bucky Barnes, Wade Wilson, Steve Rogers, Peter Parker, Loki, Tony stark, Johnny Storm, Clint Barton

Harry Potter: Draco Malfoy, Regulus Black, Remus Lupin, Severus snape, Sirius black, Charlie Weasley, Fred and/or George Weasley, bill weasley, James potter, Albus dumbledore (young), Gellert Grindelwald (young)

Gotham: Oswald cobblepot

Now onto my oc’s! I have a few with specific fcs and some that don’t really have a fc yet and those I’ll send a list of possible fcs and let you choose!

1. Robin Barnes, a dragon shapeshifter (they/them pronouns, Bi and genderfluid! Fc is Damiano David)

2. Corin Lopez, a human (he/him pronouns, bi [male lean]! Fc is Boyd Holbrook)

3. Hannibal Tarly, a human based in the world of Westeros (he/him pronouns, Gay! Fc is Matt smith)

4. Corin Martell, a human based in the world of Westeros (he/him pronouns, Gay! No specific fc)

5. Samuel Carver, an Angel (he/him pronouns, bi and asexual! Fc is Tom holland)

6. Henrikas Bane, a vampire (he/him pronouns, bi! Fc is Sebastian Stan)

7. Aegon Oretsev, an elf (he/they pronouns, Pansexual! Fc is Tom Glynn carney)

8. Asmodeus White, a human with telekinesis (they/them pronouns, gay and genderfluid! No specific fc)

9. Viserys Hightower, a human (he/him pronouns, Gay! Fc is Thomas Rossier)

If any of these canons or oc’s grab your attention, hit like and I’ll reach out to you!

Thank you💞

Leave a like, and anon will get back to you!

#shadow and bone roleplay #shadow and bone rp #heartstopper roleplay #heartstopper rp #house of the dragon roleplay #house of the dragon rp #peaky blinders roleplay #peaky blinders rp #marvel roleplay #marvel rp #harry potter roleplay #harry potter rp #fandom roleplay #fandom rp #oc x oc #oc x cc #cc x cc #mild

[bandicoot88]

I don't care how, when, or where, how is it possible that Oswald and Ed never boned at least ONCE? They had so much tension, it gotta go somewhere! It must’ve just been boiling inside them to release all those pent-up emotions and anger and desire. S4 would have been prime for it when they hated each other (more fics of this need to exist btw, I’m doing my part), but also... WTF was that Arkham scene!?

But honestly, any time after their betrayal would’ve been good. Late s3, after the s4 pier scene, during the making of the sub, after the grenade incident... Even just a little makeout session. A smooch...? Something!? It’s unrealistic that nothing at all happened. I blame Fox.

#Batman #Gotham #Nygmobblepot #Penguin #Riddler #Oswald Cobblepot #Edward Nygma #Batman Other #Gotham Other #My Stuff #My Batman Stuff

[finniestoncrane]

Re: your last post, let this ask be your permission. Gimme your most self-indulgent headcanons about any characters you like 👀

SELF-INDULGENT YOU SAY!? it's mostly nsfw under here i'm talking sub/dom, threeways, piss kinks, cnc and MORE so YEAH these are things i've wanted to write for a while into longer things but just haven't found the time or the right request yet!!

i think edward nigma is the dom in any relationship until you add a third and then he acts like a middle manager, organising shit, doing the service stuff to keep things ticking over, like he's there with the lube, he's doing cum cleanup, he's making sure the person who is doing the pleasuring is equally getting pleasured

in relation to my self-insert oc, i think he'd enjoy sucking cock once it's been inside of her because her taste would be on it

harley is too chatty to be effective at oral sex but it's fine, everyone let's her try anyway because who doesn't want to hear her dirty talk while she's also trying to go down on you? impossible, but she still works it

captain boomerang would put you in a little maid suit and have you spend your whole day next to a urinal to serve as his toilet servant. holding it while he pisses? that's your job. licking his cock clean afterwards? also your job. letting him practice his aim? you guessed it, your job.

i am obsessed with the idea of cnc with two face, but having harv be super into it and harvey apologising the whole time, almost in tears about the brutality on display

oswald cobblepot likes drinking painfully expensive champagne off of your body. like you hold the bottle, let it drip down your chest and stomach, and he catches it in his mouth once it's passed over your pussy

also fuck everyone i think captain boomerang has a breeding kink, would say he's a dingo looking to root, and then fuck you while you're on all fours, one of his knees on the ground the other leg bent by your side and his hands on your hips and he'd bark and growl and then howl when he came

#ah that feels good to get those out lmao #no one steal my ideas i swear i'm getting to them I'M GETTING TO THEM i just like to do requests first before i do my own things #so just... 397 to go lmaooooo #friends being friends #finnie hc

[newsalvations]

leo woodall, bisexual + biromantic, cis man + he/him → isn’t that oswald “oz” michaels? i’ve seen them hanging out with the sirens. i hear they’re twenty-eight, but they’ve only been in alexandria for their entire life. they seem to be whimsical & alluring, but also unstable & cruel.

BASIC INFORMATION

full name: oswald gage michaels

nickname(s): oz, ozzie

age: twenty-eight

date of birth: august 10

hometown: alexandria, louisiana

current location: alexandria, louisiana

species: siren

ethnicity: white

nationality: american

gender: cis man

pronouns: he/him

orientation: bisexual + biromantic

occupation: lead singer of tbd band

living arrangements: at the chateau

language(s): english

accent: lousiaian

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

face claim: leo woodall

hair color: auburn

eye color: blue

height: 6'2"

weight: 154 lb

build: athletic

tattoos: a siren on both of his arms; various others

usual expression: devilish grin

distinguishing characteristics: his smile, his bright eyes

PERSONALITY

positive traits: whimsical, alluring, confident

negative traits: unstable, cruel, spiteful

myers brigg: esfp

zodiac sign: leo

element: fire

enneagram: the individualist

temperament: choleric

hogwarts house: slytherin

moral alignment: chaotic neutral

primary vice: wrath

primary virtue: generosity

fears: losing his voice, dying again

hobbies: singing

FAMILY

father: toby michaels

mother: charlotte michaels

sibling(s): aren michaels, one other brother

pet(s): none

FAVORITES

weather: rainy

season: winter

color: black

music: emo / punk rock / alternative

movies: comedy / horror

beverage: beer

food: burgers

animal: dolphins

NSFW

preference: vers top, dominant

kinks: breeding, rough sex, dom/sub, control in/out of bedroom, lingerie, open to others

anti kinks: scat, vomit, blood play, etc

BIOGRAPHY

oz grew up in a fairly normal and happy human household. they knew about the supernatural and seemed to get along with everyone. oz was the sweetheart country boy who played for his high schools football team and went to church every day. nobody could truly hate him, or so he thought.

at the age of sixteen, he was invited to a kickback in the woods with a few of the other kids from his school. what he didn't know was that a group of witches planned on sacrificing him for some blood pact that they needed. although they tried to muffle his screams, it burned him back to life with a rage he'd never experienced before.

the witches realized what they did and quickly began to scatter, he'd eventually track them all down and brutally killed them one by one until he burned the leader alive in the same place he'd been sacrificed.

after that, he knew he wasn't the same. giving up football and church, oz discovered that his voice was even more beautiful than it'd been before. he had always been talented at singing but it was different now and he decided to abandon his life to persue music. without a word to his parents, oz left in the middle of the night to california where he'd form a band of sirens, banshees, and harpies; quickly got the attention of record labels who ended up fighting over them.

the bands freshman album was an overnight success, people were almost hypnotized by his voice and he grew a loyal but rabid fanbase. he'd find his way into the beds of married men, from hollywood execs to fans of his. he didn't care.

the band released more albums as time went on, becoming a mainstream success despite the numerous controversies they found themselves in. oz was known as a heartbreaker and various accidents began to follow the bands name, including the deaths of those who knew them personally and fans. the biggest scandal was when one of oz's biggest fans was found with his husbands dead body in their bed and people believed the man did it to try and win oz's affection. little did any of them know that oz specifically told this fan that killing his husband was the only way to prove his love for him.

after this, their record label was furious and wanted the band to clean up their image. something oz wasn't interested in. he still had a desire to burn the world down, no matter what the costs were. they agreed to leave the spotlight for the time being, work on a new album, and maybe rebuild their image.

he's been back in alexandria for a few months now and the itch to destroy more marriages and couples is still getting to him, now that he can't do it to his pool of fans.

#unveilintro #( bio: oz michaels )

[philosopherking1887]

Oswald and Ed have a combination of strong married couple and comedy duo vibes in the last few episodes of season 5, particularly 5.10: "I Am Bane" -- the one where Barbara is in labor and steals the submarine part and they have to follow her to the clinic and help hold off Bane and his pseudo-military goons.

That whole "Did you decide to stay and risk our lives (after you'd already taken the sub part back) for the purpose of protecting Lee?"/ "Do you want to know the answer to that or do you want to get out of here?"/ "Bon voyage!" exchange (paraphrased) was clearly a moment of "one of us still has feelings for his ex, but it's better for our relationship if we don't touch that." Which shows some growth in emotional maturity on Oswald's part -- he obviously still has jealous tendencies, but he's able to set them aside in the name of shalom bayit, so to speak.

#nygmobblepot #phil liveblogs tv #gotham season 5 #oswald cobblepot x edward nygma