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Hi hi ok I'm not the same anon, just someone else whos slightly too infatuated with Mr. Cobblepot, especially from BTAS. If you're still taking requests, can I get something with him? Dealer's choice, or I'm sure I can come up with a prompt. Thanks so much!
Yelllo! I actually wrote this a while back but I don’t believe I ever published it, so, have this gem!
Warnings: none really, minor alcohol mention, it’s a Christmas party with the rogues
Info: Btas!Oswald Cobblepot x GN(masc leaning)!reader (no gender is explicitly mentioned, but it is slightly implied in like one sentence)
“So, [Name].”
“So, Edward.” you replied, continuing to pour mugs of warm Apple Cider Moonshine. Glancing up for a fleeting moment, you were surprised to see the two green themed heros leaning on the counter, Ivy with her signature smirk, and Riddler smiling like the Cheshire cat. With a sigh, you lowered the pitcher and raised an eyebrow.
“What do you think about Pengy? Think he’s cute?” Isley purred, fully leaning against the counter and walking her fingers up your chest to boop your nose. For a lesbian, she tended to flirt with men plenty, it just seemed to be in her nature, you suppose (pun not intended).
“You know how I feel, Ivy.” you shook your head, lips unwillingly smiling at the mention of the bird-based villain. “He's sweet, cute, unbelievably polite.” Another sigh, this one an odd mix of listful and discouraged. “And way, way, out of my league.”
“Mhmhm.” Edward hummed, waving his hand dismissively at the idea. “Yes- but would you kiss him?”
“No, Edward, I wouldn't,” you drawled on sarcastically as you started to fill the last two mugs, “of course I would! I’d do it in a heartbeat. But he doesn't like me like that, Eddie.”
They shared a look, before slinking out of the kitchen without another word. You sighed, shaking your head as you poured the last mug. “Bane! Mind leadin’ me a hand in here?”
Once everyone had gotten their drinks, some with alcoholic hot cocoa, others with your Apple Cider Moonshine, and Freeze with his eggnog, the festivities had officially started. Edward had a Christmas based trivia game, Harley and Ivy with karaoke, along with several various board games and movies in the background. It was going.. amazing, surprisingly. Jervis and Jonathan hadn't fought once, Harley didn't do a single prank, and Bane didn't break anything by accident.
The night was going great, and now it was time for presents.
“Mine first!” Harley chirped, jumping up before anyone else could. “Or- Emmett's first, technically, but it's from me!” She downright leaped over Jon and Freeze to reach the tree, grabbing a small black box with a red ribbon keeping it closed. Rushing back to the group, she dropped it on your lap with a beaming smile.
“I’m.. Very worried about this.” you murmured, taking a nervous glance at Oswald who was beside you. After everyone else took their seats before him, he was forced to sit next to you, which you far from minded. “This.. This better not be a glitter bomb Harls, because if it is-”
“Just open it!”
“Okay-! Okay.” you sighed, Harley backing away which made your eyebrows raise. “Ozzie, if I go down, will you go down with me?” your words were joking, but nonetheless the less Oswald took them to heart.
“Of course, my dear owl, if you are coated in glitter, I will be too.” He grinned, scooting closer so the box was between you both. One more glance at Harley, and you tugged off the ribbon.
There was a flash of white, before something leaped from the box like a jack-in-the-box, the ‘jack’ now a couple inches above your head, between you and Oswald. you blinked, a bit bewildered, turning to glare at the clown. “Really?” It wasn't angry, more so just confused and a bit annoyed. “Better than last year's glitter bomb…”
“Look up.” Harley giggled, pointing to the jack. Oswald and you did it at the same time, and your eyes widened at the round, tear shaped leaves, and white berries.
Mistletoe.
You both looked at eachother, eyes wide and face steadying turning more red.
“Well?” Ed called from the beanbag he was sharing with Harley, grinning, “what are you waiting for?”
“Oh- I- Oswald, you don't-”
“Dear if you don't want to kiss-”
Silence, both of you staring as realization seemed to kick in. You both wanted to kiss each other, but simply just.. thought the other one didn't. That by itself was a revelation, but right now you had seven of your shared friends watching with bated breaths. you knew better than to keep them waiting, too.
In one swift movement, you ducked down and pressed your lips to Oswald’s. He squawked in surprise, but just as your companions started to cheer, he was kissing back with his hands cupping your hips. Oh, both of you were inexperienced, and the kiss was awkward, but you didn't care and neither did Oz.
You pulled away, face red both from everyone’s collective cheering that their plan had worked and from the kiss, and smiled.
“Merry Christmas, Ozzie.”
#might have some I’s me’s or us’s in there#I wrote it in first person originally#btas oswald cobblepot#oswald cobblepot x reader#oswald cobblepot#btas penguin#penguin x reader
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,,sabretooth time
Warning: Probably ooc Victor (he’s soft, but still very insane), he is just very in love, late valentines one shot, Victor gets home and shows you how much he loves you, nsft
Info: Victor Creed (comic) x FtM!Househusband!Reader
Victor stepped into your shared home, shrugging off the thick bear pelt coat and hanging it up onto the wall. Sniffing the air, Victor grinned widely at the smell of his favorite dinner being cooked, brown sugar ham, mustard greens, and best of all, homemade rolls.
“Somethin’ smells good.” He grinned, stepping up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. Large hands pressed against your body and held you close as Victor nuzzled his face into your neck. “Almost as good as you...”
“You’re hilarious.” You chuckled softly, leaning back into his hold. “How was your day, baby?”
“Good,” he muttered, a clawed hand trailed beneath your shirt, sharp claws gently scratching at your skin, never breaking skin. Victor knew he reeked of blood and sweat, but he also didn’t care. He always had to get a lungful of your smell when he got him. “Yers?”
“Fine,” you smiled, basking under the affection of your lover— used to his smell, even if it was disgusting. You couldn’t live with Victor and not grow used to the smell of copper and musk, it was almost impossible. “Do you know what today is?”
“Valentine’s.” Victor pressed a kiss to your neck, “is that why ya’ made me such a wonderful dinner?”
“It’s your favorite.” You replied without an ounce of hesitation, letting out a soft moan as Victor started to leave hickies and marks on your neck. “Vic, dinner’s gonna get cold.”
“Mmm…” Victor grumbled, claws digging into your stomach and holding you tighter, continuing to litter kisses and nips onto your neck. Something he loved to do. He always had to mark you up, even if the two of you lived in a cabin in the middle of the Canadian woods, it was a primal need for him. If you weren’t marked up, he’d drop everything to mark you up once again. “Fine,” he growled out, “but you better be ready. I got plans for you.”
“I expected as much.” You purred, slightly leaning into his hold as he pulled away before walking off. “You got the table?”
“Always do.” Like always, Victor got to work setting the table, pouring you both your choice of drink and setting up the utensils. He didn’t really know why he did this every night, maybe part of it was because it was his chore as a child, and another part of it was because he really didn’t know how to clean other than very simple organization and trashing.
He was thankful that you didn’t hold it against him, especially considering how many times he tracked mud, snow, and blood into the house.
After dinner was served up, Victor swallowed it down like he always does, returning for seconds and then thirds. Each time he filled up his plate again, you didn’t bother to hide your smile. Victor loved to eat, that was no secret, and knowing you fed him more than enough always made you feel a bit proud. He hunted the food, you cooked it, but you always made enough so there was leftovers— simply because Victor had a habit of waking in the middle of the night and eating whatever was left straight from the fridge.
While Victor would never say it, everytime he came home to a cooked meal, he fell more in love with you. Maybe it was because of his childhood, or just his mutation, but cooking for him meant you cared— at least to him.
Victor placed his empty plate down in the sink and grabbed the ham bone, sitting at the table and starting to tear whatever meat was left on it before gnawing on the bone itself. When he heard you giggle, he looked at you with a raised eyebrow and a gruff, “what?”
“You look like a cat.” You giggled, placing your own dirty dishes in the sink to be cleaned later.
“Oh yeah?” Victor snorted, standing up and dropping the bone back into the pan the ham had originally been cooked in. Victor dropped to his knees and grabbed your sweatpants, ignoring your surprised gasp. “Do I look like a pussycat?”
“That is so bad—“ you tried to critique his horrible flirt, but it was quickly forgotten as your boxers were pulled down just enough for him to latch onto your dick. He let out a rumbling purr, grabbing onto your thighs as you moaned out. “Vic—!”
Without removing himself from your boypussy, he helped you the rest of the way out of your pants before suddenly lifting you up so you were on his shoulders and your crotch to his face. His tongue, barbed but not painful, lapped at your cunt desperately. Swallowing down each bit of slick and arousal like a man drowning in the desert.
“Victor—!” You moaned, hands digging into the wild mane he called hair. Victor groaned in response, nuzzling his face into your thighs— and you basked in the way his stubble burned your inner thighs.
It didn’t take long for you to reach your peak, back arching while your cries of pleasure filled your shared cabin. Victor pulled away with a satisfied rumble— a noise akin to a purr— licking your cum off his lips. He dropped you suddenly, catching you before you could hit the ground, your crotch pressed to his own bulge.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, baby,” Victor growled, leaning down to nip at your skin, “You’ll get yer proper present later, but right now I think I wanna fuck you until you forget yer own name.”
It was going to be a long night— not that you minded.
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Heyyy, not a request, dw, I just wanna know, can we submit our own fanfic in your inbox?
SURE??? OH MY GOD YES!!
I’m completely fine with that! I just request you give yourself an emoji or an anon name (shaky anon, etc) so I can mention your writing!!
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bro whoever just liked and reblogged my scarecrow post JESUS you are fast
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Hello! Could u please make a second part from the P!Jonathan Crane x Student!Reader (the one where he tells the reader abt them having feelings for him)
Imma be honest, I wasn’t thinking about Jon lately, so I put on BTAS and remembered why I liked him,,, ty for this request.
Yall just spam requests, force me to write again, PLEASE!!!
Also if any of y’all like Sabretooth, Wolverine, Hellboy, Or Lobo, throw some requests my way PLEASE
Anyway..
Warnings: Professor x Student, power dynamic, Jonathan is kind of ooc, reader is called Star Student, dear, and various other nicknames,
Info: (General) Jonathan Crane x GN!Reader, Reader is Jon’s student
“I’m a bit disappointed, dear.” Jonathan sighed, sitting at his desk while twirling a pen in his hand. It was one that you had actually got him during national teachers week, one of pens made to look like a syringe. It was his favorite to use for grading, partially because he liked to use what you got him, but also because the red ink was particularly darker than most pens he had. “A C on your report. That’s the lowest grade you’ve gotten this entire semester.”
You nodded quietly, knowing good and well there was no reason for you to get such a bad grade. This was your best class, and even if you were mediocre in your other ones, you prided yourself on how well you understood Jonathan’s teaching methods. The report in question was done perfectly, and anyone with half a brain could tell that.
This was just Jonathan’s way of getting you to himself for a few hours.
“Really, I’m disappointed.” He sighed, shaking his head as he stood up, walking around his desk to stand directly in front of you. “After our last… one-on-one meeting, I really expected you to put more effort in your work.”
“I—“ you began, before being cut off by Jonathan’s finger on your lips.
“Ah. I’m talking.” He tutted, shaking his head in mock disappointment. “Now, I’d be willing to raise your grade, after all— I know my star student would never willingly get such a bad grade. That is, if you’re willing to work for some extra credit…”
Swallowing nervously, you nodded, knowing exactly what he meant. “Yes, sir. I’ll do anything.”
“Anything, hm?” Jonathan leaned in closer— so closer your noses were almost touching and you could smell the coffee he had been drinking. “How about a private study session? A little extra help should straighten your grades right up.”
“That— that sounds good.” You couldn’t stop yourself from stuttering, and that just made Jonathan smile wider. “Should I stop by after your office hours..?”
“No, I was thinking we have dinner first, at my place.” It was obvious what was going on. This wasn’t just a ploy to get you in his bed, it was a ploy to get you on a date— a proper date. Which was more intimate than you expected, but you didn’t plan to argue. “Says… 7 o’clock Tuesday night? If I remember correctly you don’t have any classes that day.”
You tried to ignore that he definitely shouldn’t have known that fact. “O— okay. Yeah.”
“Good, I’ll pick you up outside your dorm.” He smiled, grabbing your hand and gently leading you to the door, “see you Tuesday, darling.”
Jonathan’s lips tasted like coffee and he smelt like autumn, just like last time; and you knew you’d never get sick of the taste or the scent.
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I know your in a writers block but if you ever feel like it do you think you can write a tssm Jackson brice x reader fiction where there in a relationship but want to spice things up in bed with maybe some help from the other enforcers, mainly fancy dan.
Hi, I’m really sorry but I don’t really write for the other enforcers! So I have to politely decline, I apologize.
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Just curious how are you doing? How many requests you have? Any you're excited to do?
Hello! I’m doing pretty good, I’ll be honest, with those AI bots around I’ve been messing with them rather than writing, but I’ve decided to just go cold turkey and go back to writing. Mostly because I don’t really like AI in general, but also because I noticed my writing style has sorta devolved due to messing with the AI’s.
As of right now I have about 13 requests, not including the one I just finished and the one in my drafts. A lot of them are Scarecrow, who I’m not into rn, but I’m trying to do the oldest ones to the newest, so they’ll all get written eventually!
TLDR; I’m good, got addicted to AI and decided to abandon it to get back to writing, I have 13 requests and 1 halfway done.
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Yes yes yes yes
Please write more for daddy oz omg 💕💕💕
*Cracks Knuckles*
Your daddy is back bitches (probably for only a day) but I gotchu.
Warnings: Daddy kink, sugar baby sort of relationship, heavy spoiling, reader is called baby, doll, sugar, amore, and tesoro.
Info: Oswald Cobblepot (2022) X GN!Reader, headcannons
Oswald is the definition of a sugar daddy, even if you two are dating. To him, he has to spoil you.
Either it be with classic Italian cooking, or hundreds dollars worth of jewelry and gems, he needs to spoil you. Part of it is because of his Italian upbringing, though, he was raised where a man takes care of his lover.
He also kind of expects you to be a sort of house spouse. If you want to work, he won’t stop you, but he makes it very obvious he would prefer if you stayed at home, cooking and cleaning. (Again, due to his Italian upbringing)
One of his biggest fantasies is the idea of coming home after a long day to dinner made and a clean house, and after dinner and a shower, he shows you how much he appreciates you being such a good homemaker.
Of course, Oswald had a daddy kink, though it’s mostly because he likes the idea of taking care of you. Being your daddy means providing and loving on you, which is all he wants.
Oswald stepped out the shower with a satisfied groan, a towel around his waist as he stepped into your shared bedroom. His eyes fell to you and he didn’t bother hiding the smile one his face. “Dinner was amazin’, amore. Best thing I’ve had all week.”
“You say that every time I cook something, Ozzie.” You chuckled, shifting to sit on the edge of the bed. You were wearing a pair of silk pajamas— which Oswald had of course bought for you. On the chest, right above your heart, was Oswald’s initial’s embroidered in a pretty lavender thread.
“It’s always th’ truth, doll.” Oswald hummed, dropping the towel and cupping your face, tilting it up so he could press his lips against your own. A slow, soft kiss— one that was very common in your relationship, but it never got tiring. “But.. daddy wants t’ show his baby how much he appreciates all your hard work.”
Rough, yet gentle, hands trailed up your shirt as Oswald started to slowly undress you, “Mi tresoro,” he mumbled, falling back into his first language, “come ti amo…”
Oswald can be rough, but he always prefers to be extremely soft, loving. As your daddy, he believes he has to take care of you.
And maybe one day, that daddy title will become husband. Or at least that’s what he dreamed for.
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man,,, might be because i'm on mobile?? ;;
thank you for responding!! <33
Im on mobile too! And no problem!
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hi! i just found your blog and was wondering what happened to the riddler tag? D: i found your blog through one of those fics and wanted more but the tag on your blog just gives me (1) post about penguin :(
That's really odd?? If you're trying to look it up directly, that typically won't work, you have to click on the tag of another post! That's what works for me, at least.
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Hitting a rut is the WORST. I get it. I mean I'm an artist not an author but I totally feel the part where you're doing stuff for yourself but never finish. These blogs seem like a lot of work even if they can be fun. Remember to take care of yourself and give your brain the breaks they need! People may be longing and horny but you should always come first! When I've got the art block I always like to sit back with my feet up and read comics or watch simple and sweet cartoons. Or if I'm feeling like a hater I'll listen to Reddit aita stories. Sometimes it's nice to just sit back and do nothing with your brain and hands. Take care and know that you're doing great and there's no need to rush for anyone!
Thank you for understanding, seriously. It's.. Hell. I've been drawing as well, lately, found a character that makes the creative juices flowing and all that. Can't write anything bout him romantic or sexual, though, but he's still a muse!
(it's Billy Numerous, but since he's a minor I'm not going to write about him as I'm an adult, and that's just.. odd.)
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Not a request, just a question, do you write headcanons?
Yeppers! I do indeed!
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I really appreciate you because your blog is the only one I could find that wrote for mysterios that weren't just the mcu one 😭 btw if you want a really really good portrayal of mysterio dealing with affection in the comics I recommend reading issues 1-3 of "Webspinners: Tales of Spider-Man" but another comic I wanna point out is the "How to read comics the marvel way" where he literally, canonically, writes fanfic about himself and how women totally find him super hot and cool. He's such a fucking virgin tbh ❤️
im about to sob oh my gos
THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! I'm sorry I haven't been on here lately, I guess I've just.. Hit a rut. I'm still writing for myself but even then I never finish it all.
I might try and mess with some requests, but it's like.. 12:30 am (00:30) and I'm half awake. That, along with the fact I got two pups back in November + Job searching, I've been real busy.
The girl pup, Perry ^
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Hi and hello! I was wondering, if I may ask, do you still do any Mysterio/Quentin Beck (specifically TSSM) stuff?? Because I noticed that you didn’t include him in your include list- Sorry if this is a dumb little question- Love your writing style, hope to see more of your work as time goes on!! Have a lovely day/night!
Yep! Though I've been slightly outta the writing game lately, I'll definitely try and write some more! :>
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🤠 anon; still alive just hiding in the shadows; hope you’re doing well
Ah!! Hello anon! Apologies for being gone, but I hope you're having a good holidays! :>
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Who doesn't like a little religious trauma?
Like MAN I struggled with the composition
Ultimately like settled on this though
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Ok so, turns out your Scarecrow smut has become a kind of lifeline to me, that being said, may I ask for a bratty sub John? (Also which version of him do you think suits that role best?)
Ah, I'm really sorry, I don't like writing bratty sub dynamics, I should've but that in my 'won't write' list, I'm so sorry!!
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