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batfamscreaming:

AU where the Justice League forms like usual, except Batman maintained his “totally a myth” status and has in fact been active for years before the JL forms. He’s very cautious about trusting them, but still joins, and the others sort of accepts that as long as they trust that Batman has a really hard time with trust, it will all work out in its own weird way

Then, one day, in the middle of a JL mission, the League gets in a tight spot. Out of nowhere, this blue and black blur swoops in and saves everyone’s ass. Maybe breaking some shackles that were proving very difficult, maybe disarm a bomb that the League was just a hair’s breadth too slow to reach without help, but whatever happens, the shadowy figure pauses just long enough to say, “Hey, Batman, you know you there are these things called cellphones now and you can just call sometimes, it doesn’t have to be this dramatic?” and bounds away after shouting ‘let’s do brunch! Bring your new friends!’

Batman is mortified.

No one lets it go.

The entire rest of the mission, the whole League is asking so many questions. Who was that? Do you know him? How do you know him? What’s going on? I didn’t know there was a vigilante in this area?? They don’t let up until he talks.

“That was Nightwing.” Batman is mumbling. The JL forces him to bring them to the Brunch. Brunch happens to be in a run-down apartment on the edge of a bad neighborhood, at five in the morning, in costume. Nightwing introduces himself as Batman’s lovechild with justice.

“I did not realize Batman had a child,” Martian Manhunter says, calmly enough that no one’s sure if he’s accidentally plucking a really loud thought out of the air or if he’s trying to make a joke.

Nightwing stares for a moment falling over laughing. He doesn’t get up. Batman starts trying to apply anti-Joker venom but Nightwing just kicks him and laughs until he cries. He keeps trying to wipe his eyes and his mask keeps getting in the way, so he asks everyone to leave so he can please get a hold of himself

He is still laughing when they leave. Everyone is confused. Batman is furious.  Nightwing manages to breathe long enough to say, “We’re just so glad you’re socializing now, Batman.”

Superman turns to look at Batman very slowly. “…’we’?”

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jokesterwrites:

Originally posted by perfectfeelings

REQUEST: (Female) reader had a bad day and just wants to be in bed with him for the rest of the night

Warnings: fluff smut. Vaginal fingering

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red-panda-on-the-loose:

Hello fellow Gothamites! Here’s a smutty Oswald/reader fiction. There are a few spoilers about episode 2.01.

Summary: Oswald was troubled with some issues concerning his empire. You wanted to help him get his mind off it for the evening.

Warnings: Dom/Sub ; Underwater ; Light bondage ; Explicit Smut

This story was partly inspired by “Breathless” by @femalepenguini who also was my beta-reader for this fiction. Thank you so much.

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(h/c) = your hair colour ; (y/n) = your name ; (s&s) = shape and size ; (s/c) = skin colour

The mansion was quiet when you entered. One of his henchmen had just let you in, one you knew by the name of “Gabe”, seemingly the nicest of all his associates. He was used to you coming and going through the estate, as you were his boss’ beloved girl. Your steps echoed softly on the marble floor of the long corridors, as you made your way to Oswald’s private quarters, where none others than you, a few maids and privileged men were allowed to go in. From the very first time you had set your eyes upon it, you felt this mansion had the aura of a castle. It came from its architecture for anyone taking a moment to contemplate it; but for you it took a completely different meaning. Now it seemed that its influence came above all from its owner. He took his throne, laid it on the mountain and made himself a king.*

You pushed the door of his bedroom open. The furniture standing there was just as finely sculpted and elegant as the chairs and table in his meeting room. Everything brought out wealth, power and sophistication. Not only was it a display of Oswald’s taste, but also of his dominance over the underground business of Gotham. You were about to call out for his name when you heard a soft but recognizable sound of water splashing coming from the bathroom. You excepted his voice to rise from the other room, but it seemed that he hadn’t heard you. The door was ajar but it didn’t allow you to peek through the gap. If you wanted to talk to him you would have to come to him.

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awordwhichmeans:

Title: His Queen

Pairing: Oswald Cobblepot x Female Reader

Summary: Shameless car sex with Oswald. This is technically a continuation of Just Beginning but it can be read separately.

Warnings: Smut, on the shorter side because there’s not really much plot just porn.

Originally posted by mr-april

Despite the post-orgasm heaviness in your limbs a thrill shoots through you. Oswald is hardly the type to tease, the type to promise and not deliver. When he says a night is just beginning he means it. That was a lesson you learned quickly into your relationship with the Penguin. Very quickly.

The car suddenly seems overheated and sweat sticks to your skin. You’ve wanted this for so long. You’ve wanted his attention, his complete adoration to come back for months now. Now that you have it you don’t know if you can handle it. Your husband’s hands are demanding and rough. His gaze burns holes through your skin. The last time you felt this focused on by Oswald was your honeymoon.

Passion bled out of your marriage bit by bit, but Oswald is on a mission to renew it. What better place than a car in the middle of the woods? You want to mean that sarcastically, but the thought of being caught is too hot.

You want this.

You want him.

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welcome-to-cobblepothell:

Anon asked: Hi sweetheart, I have a oswald x reader prompt where you both live in the same place and one night he’s having a horrible nightmare about Arkham and his mother so when he wakes up he goes to your bed because being with you relax him so you wake up and cuddle and maybe kiss him?

Gender of the Reader: Female

Warnings: None, Angst, Lots of cuddles, First Kiss, Love Confession, Lots and lots of fluffy fluff, Fluffwald 

Originally posted by crowned-in-october

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jokesterwrites:

Originally posted by penguinsweetest

Today’s Prompt is brought to you by @savisosweet:   

Maybe like, after Ed gets out of Arkham he goes to live at Oswald’s, where the reader is also residing as a live-in maid/servant/assassin? Something like that. Leading to smutty goodness (maybe some peanut butter involved too? You started a thing with PB for me thanks) xoxo 

Warnings: Threesome, M/F/M (Female reader insert), peanutbutter kink.

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welcome-to-cobblepothell:

Prompt from Anon: You are the new maid and on your way to the conference room you get lost. You find yourself in Oswald’s private chambers again. He wears nothing but his shirt and waistcoat…

I also used the idea of smelling Oswald’s cologne… (that is just so sexy! Thank you again, dear Anon!)

Gender of the reader: Female

Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Slightly Comforting/Caring Oswald, Oral Sex (you, receiving from behind), Vaginal Fingering, Slightly Anal Fingering, Sex from behind, Multiple Orgasms

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kyl-ohno-ren:

“Don’t move,” Oswald whispers into the soft skin of your inner thigh. His fingers are digging in enough to leave visible bruises, but his warm breath tickles. “Don’t look.”

“Oswald,” you hiss back. This absolutely can’t be happening. Not here. Not now. If anyone looks back you’ll be one hundred percent royally fucked… And not just by Gotham’s newest mayor.

You hear him laugh, low and deep in his throat. It’s the laugh you’ve heard a billion times as his press secretary. He only uses it when he’s being a little shit and knows he’s about to make your job a thousand times harder.

“Relax, no one is looking.”

“But they will.”

“Not if you shut up.”

There’s no need for you to look down to know he’s rolling his eyes. Those gorgeous, bright eyes that are hopelessly expressive. Fuck. Now you want to look. You only get to move your head a fraction of an inch before Oswald bites down hard enough for you to yelp. The man in the pew in front of you starts looking around for the source of the noise. Panic builds up in you. Please just forget it, please just forget it, please just- he turns back around. You sigh in relief only to tense up once more when you feel Oswald’s tongue trace your slick folds.

A new hymn starts up, the choir leading the congregation through your old childhood favorite. You send up a silent prayer that Oswald is obscured from their view and your face isn’t as red as you think it is. On his knees in front of you, Mayor Cobblepot worships you with his mouth and tongue and fingers, moaning like no one else is around. His pace matches the tempo of the hymn, fucking you into oblivion. Heat coils in your lower abdomen and you yank on his feather soft hair. Oswald pulls you closer, burying his face deeper in your pussy. You feel his nose bump against your clit. You want so badly to grind against his face, but he said not to move. Breaking his rules will only end in frustration.

There’s a scream building in your throat. You don’t know if you’ll be able to hold it in, but you understand you need to. This might be a game for Oswald, but you grew up with these people. They babysat you, tutored you, went on vacations with you. You can’t let them find Oswald underneath your skirt like this… Can you?

“I want you to cum,” he demands, fingers brushing up against that sweet spot inside you. “Now.”

Your hands fall from his hair to his shoulders as you chance a look at Oswald. He’s gazing up at you, adoration in his eyes. His pink lips are shiny with your juices and his inky black hair is wilder than usual.

“Oh, God!” Your words come out shakey and quiet, but Oswald smiles nonetheless.

All his teeth are bared when he declares, “Yes, tell them who your God truly is!”

I don’t normally do reblogs of my own work but I posted this super late last night because sleep is apparently an illusion to me 👍

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the-frog-brothers:

Just something I wrote really quickly since I couldn’t sleep.  Hope you enjoy! x

Oswald x Reader (Fluff!)

Warnings: None

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