#farrell penguin x reader
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I've just found your blog and read just about every penguin x reader I could find man! I gotta ask for more (I'm so sorry if your askbox is closed or anything again so sorry ignore this if it is) how do you think they'd handle a chubby short reader feeling insecure? Since I know you did one for reader comforting the colony on their insecurities
Either way have a good day/night/whenever you read this, take care of yourself, and get hit with the self care and seld love beam or so HELP ME :D
a/n: awww this is so sweet, nothing like reciprocated love and support, cause if there’s any rogue that understands these insecurities it’s definitely a handful of the pengys. I hope you enjoy!
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The Penguins Comforting Reader's Insecurities
Arkhamverse Penguin:
- Oswald understands all too well how you feel…
- He wishes he can just get rid of those thoughts for you.
- Oz mostly uses actions rather than words to try and reassure you.
- He will spoil you with clothes that he knows will compliment your body.
- Oz will wrap his arms around you or squeeze you.
- He will solidify his actions with words if he can tell you’re still not convinced.
Reevesverse/Farrell Penguin:
- Needless to say, this Oswald compliments you…basically daily.
- He does everything he can to put your insecurities at bay.
- Oz will fill your ears with sweet honeyed words about how much he loves to touch and hold your plump skin.
- He will tell you how your chest is his favorite pillow to nestle into.
- As his words get sweeter, his grip around you gets tighter and he pulls himself closer to you to kiss you.
- Just the warmth and sincerity in his voice may just be enough to make you convinced.
Gotham Penguin:
- Oswald hears you out, and it hurts him to hear how you feel about yourself.
- He instantly wants to know if there’s anyone in particular that said something rude or judgemental to you.
- However, even Oswald himself doesn’t know how to take care of an enemy when it’s their own person.
- Oz will want your full attention when he tells you that he wouldn’t change a thing about you.
- A king always knows what he wants, and he only ever wants the best.
BTAS Penguin:
- Oswald wishes he could find the words that could cease your insecurities for good.
- The way he compliments you is like something straight out of a poetry book or romance novel.
- He holds your hands and squeezes them reassuringly before kissing them, just adoring you the only way he knows how.
- He will spend the whole day with you, never letting you out of his sight.
- Oswald assures you that you're just the perfect beautiful dove and that you two were always meant for each other, no matter what others say or feel.
- Pretty soon, your feelings will slowly be replaced with love and contentment.
Telltale Penguin:
- Ozzie's first instinct is to go fists to cuffs with whoever said anything to you or made you feel that way.
- However, when he realizes it's just your mind…he can't help but understand somewhat.
- He knows what it's like when your mind goes out of it's way to make you feel like shit.
- Oz isn't always the most physical when it comes to affection, but in these circumstances, he pulls out all the stops.
- He rests and nestles his head on your thighs or chests, where else would he rest his weary head if you weren't generously chubby there.
- You shouldn't have to worry about your height, he's got all the height you'll ever need.
- And you'll always be the only person he will ever need.
One Bad Day Penguin:
- Oswald can tell you’re feeling insecure by just how hesitant you become.
- You don’t want to go out sporting a new dress, you don’t want to embarrass Oz, or see people judging you.
- Ozzie racks his brain trying to find a way to make you see what he sees.
- He begins flirting with you, teasingly so, not too far off from how he actually first approached you when you first met.
- You can't ignore the butterflies in your stomach or the soft smile stretching across your lips.
- Out of all the beautiful people that were in and out of the Iceberg Lounge…he only had eyes for you.
The Batman (2004) Penguin:
- Ozzie's first remedy for your insecurities is to make you laugh.
- He’ll make fun of conventionally attractive people and/or skinny people (totally not also because he has a grudge against them)
- They aren't as fun as you are, they aren't as amazingly beautiful inside and out as you…
- Before either of you realize it, he somehow goes from joking to sincere-
- He just wanted to see you smile and happy again, but he means everything he says.
- Ozzie wishes he can more, but he always hopes that his words are enough (they are)
Batman Unlimited Penguin:
- Oswald is hesitant and unsure what to do despite desperately wanting to help…
- How does he reassure someone of something he often struggles with that's only left him bitter and resentful.
- It breaks his heart to hear how you dislike your physique.
- He tries to deter them with his own words, how lucky he feels to have you…(especially…given his own appearance and age…)
- Not to make it about him but as a means to let you know he can understand and relate…
- But he has been able to be more secure in himself because someone as beautiful as you loves him for who he is and what he looks like inside and out.
- And he hopes to return the sentiment tenfold with his words and undying devotion to you.
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Hey, I like the new prompts :)
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The First Night
Farrell!Penguin x GN!Reader, word count: 600
i'm always feeling sappy and this really spoke to me ;-; wanna be snuggled in his stupid fancy pjs and then hugged all night ough 💜🐧
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It was kind of a strange way to move in to a new place. Oswald already lived there. There was nothing you could bring that he didn't have or couldn't replace with something better. And even though he told you repeatedly to bring whatever you wanted, decoration, furniture, whatever, you knew it wouldn't fit in with the lavish decor of his place. Your place, now.
You left the two suitcases full of items you deemed worthy enough to take with you in the hall as Oswald wrapped you in a warm hug and ushered you through to the kitchen. He'd been cooking, making you dinner to celebrate this first night officially together.
"It's just pasta, but it's my grandmother's sauce. Family recipe, well-kept secret. I'll teach you how to make it later, if you want?"
The gesture was filled with warmth and openness, a sign that you were truly being welcomed into his life as a permanent fixture, and not just a flavour of the month he'd decided to keep in his house for easy access.
And while that had worried you before, all of the anxieties melted away as you looked around the space. It was spotless, and you didn't doubt for a second that Oswald had spent all day tidying it himself to make sure it met his exact standards for you. The dining room was set up for two, with champagne resting on ice, and there was a small just below that of the rich tomato sauce. Lavender, your favourite, and Oswald's. A set of three candles on the dining table were likely the source.
"Everything is perfect, Ozzie. I'm excited to see what else you have in store. I feel like I should be dressed better for this."
Mid-way through a tasting sip of the sauce, he mumbled and gasped, before dropping the spoon and rushing round the kitchen island to you.
“Oh, sweetheart! I can’t believe I forgot, I’ve got just the right thing for you to wear. A little gift from me to you.”
As he guided you up the stairs towards his bedroom, you let your mind wander. Oswald was forever buying you gifts, and new outfits were something he was particularly fond of spoiling you with. You’d be pleased with anything, but you hoped it wasn’t too extravagant. As lovely as the house looked, and as romantic as dinner would be, all you really wanted to do was get comfortable in your new home and settle in after packing all of your things up.
Stopping you before you entered the room, you felt his hands cover your eyes from behind.
“Ok, no peeking. Wait until you’re in. And… tah-dah!”
When you were allowed to look, you noticed there were two, neat piles on the bed. One was Oswald’s usual pyjamas. Purple, silk, monogrammed with his initials, O.C.M. And next to them, an identical set, but with your initials in place of Oswald’s. It wasn’t something fancy, it was exactly what you wanted.
“I figured you don’t wanna get all dolled up just to eat somethin’ messy, kid. Besides, you’re home now. You gotta be comfy. And I… hate to sound presumptuous, but if there comes a, uh, time when you change your name for whatever reason, we can get you a new pair, huh?”
Turning to him, you threw your arms around his neck, burying your face against his chest as he held you close to him. It really wouldn’t have mattered what you were wearing, or whether dinner was something as special as his grandmother’s pasta. It felt like home in his arms.
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I have a special gift for those who are unable to be Normal About That Old Man! A compilation of Colin Farrell's Penguin from The Batman 2022! Enjoy! 🐧☂️
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In The Midnight Hour
Chapter Four: And It Feels Like Home
>chapters one, two, three
Summary: Reader is taken to Falcone's office and beaten within an inch of her life.
Words: 1,808 (kinda short but I wanted to give y’all at least a little bit! one more chapter left :))
Warnings: kidnapping, extreme violence, death threats, major character death, degradation, religious imagery, hurt/comfort (18+)
“I thought you made a deal, boss?”
Voices ring in your ears and blood drips out of your nose and mouth. There’s no light and you can’t tell if it’s because the room is dark or if your eyes are shut.
“I only made that deal to placate Oz, he’s a fuckin’ schmuck if he thinks I’m just gonna let her go.”
You groan and try to roll over but your arm shoots out in pain, and a squeal of agony wretches its way through your throat. You’re too delirious to recognize the voices, your ears sound all fuzzy and you can’t see anything.
Tears begin to roll down your face as you gently prod at your eyes, they’re almost fully swollen shut. Someone has been wailing on you for a very long time it seems.
“Oh, look. The bitch is awake!” A rough voice says near you, it only gets closer. You can feel the wretched breath on your neck, it reeks of whiskey and tequila. A delicate touch follows the trail of your tears, slowly beginning to scratch the tip of their nail into your skin.
You cry out in pain, your eyes beginning to open just slightly. A sliver of light blinds you, and Falcone's face comes into view. His face is deep red, he’s seething as he stares daggers into you.
“How fucking could you?” You begin to shake and whimper as he grabs you roughly by the shoulders. His grip is excruciating, you can feel bruises forming already. “You let him fucking slobber all over you like a dog, you WHORE. DID YOU THINK I WOULDN’T FIND OUT?”
You can’t think, all you can do is scream, cry, and whimper. He begins to laugh at you.
“I just can’t wrap my head around it, angel.” He leans back a little, sitting on his knees beside your trembling form. “He’s fucking incompetent, he’s an idiot for Christ's sake! What does he got that I don’t, baby?”
Falcone grabs you by the throat and makes you look him in the eyes. He’s waiting for an answer, squeezing your windpipe periodically.
“I said, what does he got that I DON’T?” Falcone shouts and it makes your ears ring. Your mouth is dry and you can barely form words in your head but you mutter an answer out anyways.
“A heart.” Your throat begins to feel like it’s closing.
He doesn’t seem to enjoy this answer.
He grabs you by the sides of your head and begins slamming your head down onto the floor. You can’t stop screaming. Everything begins to go by in slow motion.
The air flows around you like nothing is happening, the sun shines into the office. It bounces orange and yellow light all around you, it looks so beautiful.
Stars begin to form in your sight, you can’t hear anything and you can barely focus your eyes but Falcone hasn’t let up. You feel so helpless. His hands make their way back to your throat, he pushes his thumbs into the front of your esophagus, and it burns. Your lungs feel like they’ve callapsed, your vision is even blurrier than before and you’re sure you’ve lost more than a few brain cells at this point. All you can see is the rage in his eyes.
The elevator door dings.
“CARMINE.”
Oz steps in, he’s fuming. There’s a gun in his hand. Falcone only stops once he hears Oz’s booming voice and his brace clinking against the floor. He looks up at him in awe.
Oz looks ethereal. The sun shines down on him like a halo.
A vague idea enters your head. Your gaze flickers to Falcone; Adam. To the gun; The Apple.
And finally, to Oz. A great, big, powerful Serpent.
A loud bang echoes through the office. A heavy weight falls onto your chest, and slickness splatters onto your face. Your heart is beating so fast, you’re finally free.
Your eyes fall shut and you can’t open them anymore.
Waking up in a hospital is jarring, specifically because you hadn’t expected to wake up at all. But the sterile white walls, the linen covers, and the fluorescent lights weren’t entirely unwelcome.
There’s a brace on your arm and on one of your knees, but you don’t feel any pain. You look at your injuries in confusion, why didn’t they hurt?
“They’ve got you on a lot of painkillers, sweetheart.” The rumbling voice cracks as it speaks. You look over to your left, Oz is sitting in a chair that looks much too small for him. There’s a pillow and a blanket next to him, as well as a cup of water and some magazines. He looks tired like he hasn’t taken his eyes off you in days. “Wasn’t sure you were gonna wake up, doll.”
Oz begins to choke up, he looks ecstatic that you’re awake but he just can’t stop crying. You don’t remember much of what happened. All you can remember is the pain… and the sun.
You don’t see the sun now though, it looks to be pitch black outside, like it’s the middle of the night. Oz reaches a hand out towards yours, he holds your hand gently.
“I-I’ll call the nurse, sweetheart.” He stands up and presses a button next to your bed.
“Did you kill him, Oz?” You ask as he freezes in place, hand still hovering to your side. He looks at you, visibly stiff like he wasn’t prepared for the question but simultaneously like he knew you were going to ask it from the moment you woke up.
“Yeah.” He clears his throat. “Yeah, I did.”
He sits back down and waits for your reply, watching every tiny twitch of your face to gauge your reaction.
“Good.” You whisper out, eyes closed and leaning back into the barely-comforting cushion of the hospital bed. It feels like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders, you feel light and free like every chain that had been holding you down finally snapped.
He snorts out a small laugh, but when you sneak a look at him he looks incredibly solemn. You’re sure there’s a lot of stuff that has unraveled, or been brought up, because of his killing Falcone. The foundation of his business has become shaky and fragile, plenty of people are going to try and make a feeble attempt at the newly opened job position.
But none of them will be nearly as fast as Oz.
“Oz?” You call out to him softly, watching as his dejected eyes raise to meet yours. A fire burns in the pit of your stomach, a sense of pride and determination flares within your chest. You take a deep breath and look him, deathly serious, in the eye. “This city is yours now. No one can take it from you.”
Oz sits up at attention, he looks at you bewildered. He secretly shudders at the realization that you definitely just read his mind. He tries to gain his composure, sending a cheeky, almost shy, smile your way as he rubs the back of his neck.
“I wish it was that easy, sweetheart.” He chuckles dryly, but stops abruptly at the resolute look in your eyes. You’re not trying to reassure him… You’re stating a fact. One that seems to be very near and dear to your heart. Oz sighs, looking at you softly.
“Thank you.” He whispers.
A few seconds go by of you both staring deep into each others eyes, before Oz comes back to reality. Just as he opens his mouth to say something else, the door handle jiggles slowly before a young women enters.
She’s dressed head to toe in purple scrubs and it makes you squint a little at the vibrant color. She says something in greeting but you don’t hear much of it, tuning out very fast as she does a routine check of your health. Asking you basic questions.
Apparently, you had been unconscious for around three days but they had kept a vigilant eye on you, and reassured Oz that you would be awake in no time. Oz had also kept a vigilant eye on you, the nurse says this after he leaves the room to fetch you something to eat.
“What?” You ask quietly, looking at her quizzically. You’re sure there’s much more important things he could’ve been doing, but the blanket, paper cup of water, and discarded coat where Oz was sitting tells a different story.
“Yeah, he barely left your side. Only really left to go the bathroom and begrudgingly get food at the insistence of myself.” She giggles a little, not noticing the expression on your face.
“Oh.”
She leaves a little while after that, only really making small chit chat after she’s assessed that you’re in fairly good shape considering the circumstances.
Of course he would stay, you think. It would be out of character for him to just leave you, a crumpled heap of a person on the floor. Although he had wanted to kill Carmine for a very long time, there was very little chance he would ever do it if Falcone hadn’t tried what he had.
The thought of Oz wanting to save you makes you blush, the heat in your face doesn’t seem to go away even as Oz enters the room with some food for you and himself.
He smiles at you, not a smirk but a real, true smile. He brandishes the plain hospital food for you to see, and your heart beats rapidly in your chest.
“The nurse said you could be discharged from the hospital today, doll.” He says as he sits down in the chair beside your bed. He hands you something to eat, before relaxing into the chair. “And uh, well… I was wondering if you’d come stay with me for a while, sugar.”
That takes you back a little.
“What? Why, Oz?” You ask in confusion.
“Well, I don’t mean this in a rude way, doll, but I feel like every time I take my eyes off you, you get the shit beaten out of you.” Oz chuckles dryly, but he looks nervous. “I just, I worry about you, y’know? Don’t want you to get hurt no more, especially if it’s because of me.”
“It wasn’t your fault, Oz…”
He doesn’t look convinced, but before he can argue the nurse comes back in. She looks shy and apologetic for interrupting, but she steps further into the room anyways.
“Your paperwork is all finished, you’re free to leave.” She says with a gentle smile, and as Oz and yourself nod she walks back out swiftly.
Oz looks at you, he seems to be thinking very deeply before he says:
“C’mon, doll, let’s get going.” He stands up and helps you get ready to leave.
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Hello, dear! Could you please write something about 2022 Oz with a reader who is insecure about her torso and often chooses to keep her shirt on when they are being intimate? She is particularly shy about her breasts (I don't know if you need this information, but they are kinda large and she doesn't like the shape of them). Doesn't have to be smut, just fluffy comfort! Thank you so much and no pressure at all! ♥️
The Gift
2022!Penguin/Fem!Reader ≈800 words
AN: Thank you for the request, I hope you enjoy the fic, and have a wonderful rest of your day. ♥️
Oz comforts you have you confide him that you don't like the most recent gift he bought you. Rated: M
CWs: Body dysmorphia, petnames: doll, implied sexual relationship.
Please remember: You are beautiful, as you are.
The fabric is unbelievably soft between your fingers. A deep regal purple with fine black embroidery, a cute heart-shaped gem set in gold dangles from the cleavage of the bra. It was such a beautiful set, and Oz had looked so chuffed when you’d opened it. So excited to see you in his gift.
But as you sat at your vanity, preparing for your celebratory night, you just couldn’t bring yourself to put it on. Couldn’t bear the idea of how you would look in it, so exposed. Underwear this delicate wasn’t meant for bodies like yours, at least in your opinion.
The worst part was knowing Ozzie was waiting for you, eager for a glimpse, and he’d be disappointed either by your refusal to wear it or by the unsightly image he’d have to look at if you did.
So wrapped in your thoughts, you don’t notice Ozwald entering or the sound of his uneven footsteps, not until you catch the sight of him in the mirror’s reflection.
“What’s wrong doll?” He asked, concern furrowing his brow. His eyes scan your face before falling to the lingerie clutched in your hands. “You don’t like my gift?”
“No, I do, they’re beautiful.” You reassure him, you’d always admired his taste. But… “I just don’t think I can wear it.”
“Why not?” He squints his eyes and tilts his head, puzzled, but laughing, trying to lighten the tense mood. “Did I get the wrong size or somethin’?”
“Not it’s not that either.” You look down, unable to face him, unsure how to approach the conversation from here. The sight of the underwear isn’t helping, so gently place it back in the gift bag.
“Then what is it?” He leans down, baring his weight on your shoulder for support as he places a kiss to the back of your head. Trying to comfort you as best he can without knowing what is wrong. “Don’t keep me in the dark here, you got me worryin’.”
“I just…” You take a deep breath, bracing yourself for your confession. It’s hard; to admit your insecurities aloud, especially knowing you’re likely to disappoint Oz in the process. But the alternative feels impossible. “It’ll show too much, I know I won’t feel good in it.”
“Is that it? That’s why you never wanna take your clothes off when we’re doin' it?” He shakes his head, dismissively, more to himself than you. With a sigh he turns from you, making his way over to the bed. Seated, with the pressure off his bad leg, he looks relieved, until he looks at you. His face turns sombre. He purses his lips, mulling over what he’ll say next. “Look, I ain’t exactly one to judge, you know?”
He gestures to his scarred lip before patting his plump belly. You hate the implication, that he might be lesser because of his weight, or his scars. Hypocritical, as is human nature. You open your mouth to object, but he stops you, holding his hand up briefly as he begins to talk.
“I ain’t done. This ain’t about me.” He has a knack for commandeering a conversation without making you feel small or unheard. “If it isn’t obvious, I think you’re beautiful, all of you, flaws an everythin’.”
He gestures towards you, finally offering you a smile. Your body grows warm, you can’t help but smile, after all this time he still makes you feel coy under his gaze. His words won't heal everything, but they make you feel at ease in the moment.
“Come sit with me.” He pats his good leg, and you make your way over, wrapping your arms around his neck as you settle on his thigh. A strong hand settles in the curve of your back, keeping you up straight.
“I didn’t pick those out 'cause I thought they’d make you look good; I think you look good all the time.” Up close you can feel the warmth of his brandy steeped breath on your neck, he presses a kiss to your skin before placing his free hand under your chin, directing you to look at him as he continues. “Drives me crazy, tryin’ to get work done and you’re just there, lookin’ like sex on legs no matter what you’re wearin’.”
“But if it means that much to ya, we can take ‘em back, you can pick out somethin’ that makes you feel your best.” He leans in, pressing a greedy kiss to your lips. You sigh into him, embracing the familiar feel and taste of him as he slips his hand up to your cheek, using it to guide your face closer. When you eventually pull away, he runs the back of a thick, ringed finger against your skin and asks; “How does that sound?”
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“I want to fuck you against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it” for Oz in his office?
Oh, hell yeah. This fic is not OSHA compliant xx
The tinted glass is smooth against your chest as you lay your palms flat out on the observation window of his office; your upper body using the glass to steady yourself as you bite your teeth into your forearm and allow the flesh there to supress your moan.
Behind you, Oz sets a determined pace as he ruts rapidly against your ass; his every frantic stroke lighting and stoking the fire within your soaked core as you clench desperately around him.
"I want to fuck you against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it."
His words are dripping with his own arousal, voice deepening as his accented syllables wash over you and, even though the tint of the glass is likely to prevent any prying eyes, the prickling shame of feeling so vulnerable and exposed makes your heated skin flush even further.
Your skirt, hoisted above your waist, is pinned in place by one of his thick hands as the other wraps around the back of your neck; keeping you in place against the glass as his hips slam against your raised ass brutally with every thrust.
"Only for you, Oz."
You breathe the teasing words out between gasps, the approaching orgasm which you can feel building within your core making your thoughts short-circuit into a delicious white haze of pleasure.
"Damn right. Only for me, baby."
He parrots the words with a possessive growl, hand slipping around your neck to pin you in place as he buries himself fully with a final, savage thrust as his own orgasm hits.
The warmth of his release, caught by the rubber as his cock twitches within you, is enough to push you over the edge as you follow his peak with your own; a broken whine slipping free of your lips while your fingers clutch at the glass, desperate to find some much-needed purchase as your walls flutter around him.
It is a short-lived orgasm, as he is quick to pull free and flip you over, his thick body pressing your own against the glass as he drags you flush against his body for a deep kiss. As the taste of him fills your mouth, your arms loop around his neck as you anchor yourself to his body to steady your shaking legs.
"Do you think any of them saw you, doll?"
His voice is low and aroused, laced with amusement as he pulls free of your kiss to ask the heated question.
"If not," dropping your hand to his softening cock, you tease him softly, "then we can always try again later. And again. Until we're sure."
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Roman Sionis oneshots - part 2
Have a good weekend and enjoy part 2!
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look i'm thirst begging for yandere daddy oz, if you have the time/ideas to do it, then i have the time to read whatever you write five times and then cry about it afterwards u-u
𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐃𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥
Farrell!Penguin x Fem!Reader
yes ofc anything for daddy oz, finally had a tiny bit of time to write a random drabble! also i got REALLY sleep deprived halfway so if it doesnt make sense or just starts to suck thats why
warnings: stripper reader, fem reader, tiny bit of nsfw, yandere themes, oz kills someone cause idk why not, oz kind of a douche but its okay coz hes hot
𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 💋🍒
Gotham City had its ups and downs. Mostly downs, but it really depended on who you were. Born into money, a nepotism child being served everything on a silver platter - or just the average citizen, trying to play the hand they’ve been dealt.
Like many other girls struggling, you turned to the Iceberg Lounge for employment. It was well-paying, an easy to get job that would surely never lose business.
Each day payed well, you were a favourite amongst the crowd, even distracting some employees, giving them a sultry wink leaving them to long for more.
Amongst the men you’d see in your days, only a few really stuck out, your usual clients, some of the frequent patrons you’d catch staring at you during your routine. You’d hear them chatter as you go backstage, just drunken bar talk.
“Hey, dollface,” you heard through the blaring music and chatter. Not sure who it was, you glanced over and ignored it.
“Ay, I’m talkin’ to you!” The man snapped his fingers right at you.
Startled, you looked behind yourself. A larger middle aged man smiled at you, showing off his gold tooth.
“Didn’t mean to scare ya, angel, couldn’t help but tell you how gorgeous ya look.”
You smiled and nodded, about to walk away and go backstage to change your outfit, but he grabbed you by your shoulder.
“Don’t just leave when I’m talking to you, do you know who I am?”
“I’m, uh, I’m afraid not, sir.”
“Oh, princess.”
He looked at you as if disappointed, shocked even, letting out a deep sigh.
“Oswald Cobblepot. Owner of the place.” He winked and flashed a smile, and you were entirely convinced your life flashed right before your eyes.
“I didn’t know, I’m so sorry Mr. Cobblepot, really, I just never heard or seen who owns this pla-“ He hushed you, taking a seat down next to you. Who knew such a gangster coils be so gentlemanly, resting his arms on the crushed velvet sides.
“Not many people know, hah, better to be in the shadows so I can really see what people do here behind closed doors.” He chuckled, taking a sip of whiskey. “Say, think you could give me a private show? I like you a lot, you’re a charmer without even tryin’.”
Before you could even respond, blushing wildly, your manager came over to the two of you.
“Hey! Show’s on in 5, stop flirting with the customers! Ain’t like you’re getting paid extra or whatnot.” He stood between you and Oz, giving you a little shove to the dressing room entrance.
“And you, don’t flirt with my girls while they’re on the job, that’s what after hours are for!” He hissed at Oz, not knowing his position either.
Oz held his hands up, as if surrendering to the man, a smug grin on his face as the manager barked at you again, noticing your longing expression directed towards Oz.
“You’ll have enough time to flirt after your shift is over. Come on, don’t keep ‘em waiting!”
“She can stay with me as long as I want.” Oz grabbed you by the waist, protectively pulling you close to him.
“Excuse me? You think you run the place, or what?”
“‘Fact I do.” Oswald pulled out a gold-plated revolver from his coat, waving it around towards the exit. “What’s your name, kid? Tell me. I wanna know who’s mama I’m gonna be talking to, ordering around girls like that.”
The man was in too much shock to speak, instead tackling Oswald, choking him. Oswald managed to keep a grip on the revolver, shooting the man once in the head as the shot echoed throughout the club.
Oswald smiled at you, lifting himself back up on his feet and kicking the man to the side.
“You okay, sweetheart?”
You nodded, your mouth agape. He stuck two of his fingers inside, grazing your bottom teeth, taking them out to give you a kiss. Reaching inside of his pocket, he pulled out a hundred dollar bill with his number written on it.
“Nothin’ more gorgeous than a hundred dollar bill, baby, nothin’ but you. Buy yourself something pretty, you’re daddy’s now.” he said, before you could even speak.
“I say this is the night you become mine, angel.”
lmk if you guys want a part 2!! i could maybe make one ksjsjsj
#penguin x reader#farrell!penguin x reader#oswald cobblepot x reader#daddy oz#the batman (2022)#the batman x reader#bunny writes
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really love the way you write Oz. Would you be willing to write something on how you characterize him, like what traits you think he has?
Thank you so much, I love this! I have a really specific vision for Oz and I’m so glad I can have the chance to write about it!
I draw from a lot of Italian actors for Oz- primarily James Gandolfini, Robert De Niro, Marlon Brando, and a little Al Pacino. I see him as behaving like a typical “mob boss” type- sleazy and very financially flexible. He has plenty of money and he isn’t afraid to spend it on the finer things, especially if they improve his image in some way. He definitely commits tax fraud.
Oz has a lot of deep-seated insecurities, and uses his wealth and wardrobe as a way to distract from the image-issues he has- always wearing gold accessories and the finest suits, etc. I imagine he’s a wonderful cook as well- it helps to save money if he doesn’t eat out all the time, but trips to nice restaurants still aren’t uncommon, especially if he’s trying to impress a client or potential romantic interest.
Personality-wise I see Oz as cocky, a little domineering, and is typically the loudest in the room. Where Falcone is more the silent type, Oz is friendly- he likes talking to people and exchanging stories because he really craves that kind of human connection that he doesn’t get unless he’s the one initiating it. He’s got a short fuse though, and is quick to anger when someone says or does something he doesn’t like.
As far as anything romantic goes, Oz is fiercely loyal- he probably isn’t comfortable with anything non-monogamous simply because he already doesn’t feel good enough to be with someone. But if he’s yours, he’s yours, and won’t hesitate to take care of you in every way he can- paying all your bills, making sure you have money for transportation and food and of course the finest clothes. He’s an attention whore too, but really only in private.
I hope that helped shed some light on how I write Oz and some of the qualities I see him having. Please feel free to send me any other requests too! I love writing things like this <3
#i guess this is kind of a reader situation#oz cobblepot x reader#oswald cobblepot x reader#the penguin x reader#oz cobblepot#oswald cobblepot#the penguin#colin farrell penguin#2022 penguin#nan writes#request
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Red is the Color of Temptation CH.3
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Idk why I didn't think to post the fic here as well but whatever lol. I'll post the first two chapters after this! Anyways, horny thoughts about old fat man and his stomach and excuse my shitty writing skills, I'm new to this 😭
(btw this isn't a first person fic, I just wrote it this way for this chapter!)
word count: 2.3k
It's 6 am when I clock out. The sun hadn't risen yet but there was a light sprinkle falling. As soon as I get home I get into the shower, washing off the grease and sweat from my shift. I usually only had a few minutes under the spray before the streaming water turns lukewarm and then freezing.
The shower helped to soothe my aching muscles but I was still tired. Not enough to fall asleep but enough that I didn't even have the energy to get up and fix myself something to eat.
It's three weeks later that I'm sitting on my couch and mindlessly browsing through channels.
My place doesn't really have any decorations, a few pictures here and there but outside of that, it looked like no one lived here.
There are two leather layers, a coffee table made of faux wood in the living room, and two hanging photographs on my wall. It was a single bedroom apartment, the room consisting of a queen bed, a desk, and a medium-sized drawer.
It's not much but it's something. It's mine, even if I have to work at a club owned by criminals.
I truly don't mind though.
I didn't have the best upbringing, but that could be said for a lot of people in Gotham.
My mother died when I was three so it was just me, my two siblings, and my dad until I moved out. My dad worked two regular jobs and some odd jobs then a there, those odd jobs being some work for the mob in our neighborhood. When my twin brother and I were old enough we started to run errands for them. Delivering money, packages, and letters for whoever needed them. It was enough to help our dad pay the bills and we really didn't mind. It was the norm for us.
That was until my brother was killed.
Shot dead in the middle of the sidewalk walking home from school. It was a drive-by and they had mistaken him for someone else. We had just turned 15.
My dad took me and my younger sister and all the money we had and moved to the outskirts of the city. That was about 8 years ago.
It's hard to lose a sibling but it's a different pain to lose a twin. For the first few years, I didn't feel like myself, I still don't but I've gotten better. The grievance isn't as strong, and the pain doesn't hurt as much, but the loneliness is still there.
But I kept moving.
I always do.
By the time I finally fall asleep it's around 4 pm in the afternoon but I don't sleep for long. I wake up about two hours later. I look around for my phone for a bit before I find it under one of the cushions of my couch. I unlock it to find several messages waiting for me. Three from Chez and one from Oz. He texts me every day or so to check up on me but every time I'm still slightly shocked to see a message from him
Cheeze: hru?
The topic moves on.
Cheeze: are u fucking mr boss man?
Cheese: wait are you sleeping?
Fuck hell.
Me: …not anymore
Me: go away!
The answer I receive is instantaneous.
Cheeze: so thats a yes…lol!
Cheeze: he good in bed or???
Me: i am not fucking mr boss man
Me: why would you even think that?
My phone buzzes again.
Cheeze: i saw you go into his office
Cheeze: is it considered a office?
Cheeze: it don't got a door dawg…
I genuinely need new fucking friends. Actually, just a “friend” because Chez is my only friend.
I am not lonely…
I am not lying…
I don't even want to give her the satisfaction of a reply, but I'm so bored I end up replying anyway.
Me: it's a private room.
Me: he has an office with a door in the 44.
Me: this doesn't mean im fucking him
I decide to ignore the new messages Chez sends, instead going to look at Oz's message.
Oz: Are you up? You got time for an early dinner?
What do I even say to this? I know Oz isn't the typical boss but it's not like I can out with him.
Wait is this a date? By definition, sure. In my mind, maybe, though he could just consider this as him checking up on me.
Me: I wouldn't call 6 pm an early dinner
Oz is typing…
Oz: It is if you sleep through the day!
Well, that was quick.
I don't date anyone, I don't meet anyone, and I practically don't speak to anyone beyond what was necessary. I only ever go out with Chez if I'm feeling up to it. I'm not really a people person. But this is completely different. It wouldn't really mean anything if this was a date. It could be like a friend date, like the ones I have with Chez.
Am I even friends with Oz? I'm pretty sure I am. We've been talking more during my shifts, I've even been making him some new drinks for him to test. We even played cards together!
We're definitely friends. Totally!
Me: Sure why not :)
I stare at the screen, waiting for the three dot-dot-dots designating a response.
I'm nervous.
Oz: I'll pick you up
Oz: Think you can be ready in about 30 minutes?
Wait what?
Me: U KNOW WHERE I LIVE?!?!?!
A new text bubble forms, only to disappear. It pops up again.
Oz: You should know better
Me: wut does that even mean
Oz: See you in 30
He's going to drive me fucking insane.
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I get up to open the door 30 minutes later when there's a knock on the door. I open it to find Oz leaning against the right side of my door, his arm above my head and sweat running down his brow. He looks exhausted and like he's in pain.
“Are you okay?”
“Can I sit?” He rasps out, not answering my question.
“Yeah, of course.” I say as I step out of the way.
He moves past me, making a beeline to the couch closet from us, and his limp is more obvious. He takes a seat and leans back into my couch. I don't know what to do so I just stand there and watch him. Luckily Oz speaks for me.
“Your elevator is out,” He pinches the bridge of his nose, closes his eyes, and sighs. “Had to walk up 3 flights of stairs. I just need a minute to rest.”
“Shit sorry, I thought you would call me to come down,” I say, moving towards him, “If I knew you were coming up I woulda told you the elevator on this side was out.”
He only grunts.
“I've got some painkillers if you want them.”
"Hmm?"
“For your leg. I'm assuming that's the problem.”
He opens his eyes again and turns his head to look at me. He looks surprised that I even offered. It kind of makes me sad.
“Yeah I would appreciate that.” he mumbles.
When I get back with the painkillers and a bottle of water, he's leaning forward on his knee and his bad leg stretched out in front of him. He looks lost in thought and doesn't hear me the first time I call him.
“Here you go Oz.”
He smiles.
“Thank you doll.”
He has a beautiful smile.
I know Oz isn't considered attractive by societal views. He's an old heavyset guy riddled with scars that has a limp, not your average-looking Joe. Yet I personally think he's nice to look at. Scars are something endearing to me, they tell a story visually. They are proof of a life of hard graft, pain, and strong will.
Plus bigger guys are more my style anyway.
I wouldn't say I'm in love, definitely not that, but over the past few weeks of talking to him and being in his presence, I would say I have a pretty decent crush on him. He's just really interesting to me. He's a mystery I want to solve and immerse myself in. I find that most days my mind wanders to the thought of him, thinking of the things he could possibly be doing. Counting cash, smoking a cigar, or beating the shit out of someone. I'm not blind to the things that Oz gets up to and he's made that distinctly clear since we've started talking.
Yet I'm drawn to this dangerous, unattainable man in a way that's completely indescribable.
I know I shouldn't be getting as close as I am to him but I can't help it. I'm fucking lonely and I can tell he his too. We both need a real friend.
No harm in it.
“Why did you want to go to dinner?” I ask, trying to refocus on actually talking to Oz rather than staring at him.
“Why? Not interested in a free meal before work?” he chuckles.
I click my tongue, “I didn't say that, I was just curious is all.”
“I needed to get out, so why not get out with someone that I can keep a genuine conversation with.”
“Nuh-uh.”
“What do you mean nuh-uh?
"Me? Keep a conversation? You're real funny Oz.”
“You don't think ya can?” he's laughing again, the pain that was once on his face now residing.
“It's more of me just answering your questions, you're the one that keeps it going.”
“Well I like your answers girlie.”
I smile, small and coy.
“Glad you think so, Oz.”
His mouth quirks, and stretches his bad ankle a few times before standing up from the couch.
“We should get going.”
“Yeah.”
“What are you in the mood for?”
“I don't know, I assumed you had someplace in mind,” I say standing next to him, “What do you want?”
He chuckles, “I'll pretty much eat anything.”
My lips turn into a soft small smile, “How 'bout Mexican?”
He smiles and nods.
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I hadn't noticed what Oz was wearing when he first came by, more so worried about him, but now that we're walking into the restaurant, I take the time to really look him over. He's wearing a fine suit, black pants and a shirt so dark it seems to swallow the light around it, and a red jacket so rich I've never seen it before. He tops it off with a white tie.
He looks handsome.
Me, on the other hand, I looked raggedy. I'm wearing a pair of dark blue wide-leg pants, a cropped black sweater with a white and red flannel over it, and a pair of old Doc Martens.
My favorite dirty boots by the way.
I should've known that Oz wouldn't take us somewhere more casual. We're at this place called Javier's Cantina. It's definitely out of my price range, the place is covered in beautiful dark brown wood and tan stone walls. High ceilings with long lanterns and ceiling fans hanging from them, filling the room with low yellowish light. It was beautiful.
“Wow.'' is all I can muster.
“Like it?”
“Yeah! This place is amazing, never been anywhere this nice.”
“I'm glad you like it sweetheart.” he chuckles as a waiter leads us to a booth.
When we get to the table Oz waits for me to sit before he settles in on the other side of the booth. It's a little bit of a squeeze for him and I can't help but look at the paunch of his gut that pushes into the table. He sucks in before readingjusting himself. There's a hint of a blush on the top of his hears and I can't help but feel bad for the slight look of discomfort on his face.
I smile to reassure him, “We got in pretty quickly…did you threaten someone?” I tease.
“Nah, just called in a favor from an old friend.” the change of direction seemed to help.
“Let me guess. A friend of a friend of a friend?”
He laughs and folds his arms over his stomach, “You just think you're hot shit, don't ya?”
“Yeah, actually, I do.”
“At least you're honest about it.”
"Of course! I would never lie to you Oz.” I say in mock offense.
He snorts, his mouth pulling into a brief, sideways smile.
The two of us fall into a companionable silence as we look over the menu. I ended up ordering a small platter of mixed enchiladas while Oz ordered a sizable steak with veggies and a bottle of wine for us to share. We made short work of the wine as I chatted about work, mostly ranting about the annoying assholes that grace the club and how my landlord wouldn't come to fix my damn dishwasher.
I had a pleasant little buzz but it appeared Oz was able to hold his drink better than me. That was okay though, as he continued to let me rant freely.
“The asshole had the audacity to look surprised when one of the twins kicked him out.”
“You seemed to handle it pretty well though.”
“Had to,” I pause, raising my eyebrows slightly, “Wouldn't want to get fired by you, Mr. Boss Man.”
“Hmm, I wouldn't fire you, you're the best bartender I've had in a long while.”
There's a long pause, before “It is…plus if I got rid of you, who else would I have to talk to?”
“You've got a club full of people to talk to every night.”
“That's true but I like talking to you the most,” he says.
I stare at him.
“Are we friends?”
He stares back and I can feel the hairs on the back of my neck raise and my hands becoming clammy.
But then I notice something, he's just as surprised by the sudden question as I am.
“Yeah - uh - at least I think we are.
“Good, I like being your friend Oz.”
#Oswald Cobblepot#oswald cobblepot x reader#The Penguin#the penguin x reader#oz cobblepot#Oz!penguin#colin farrell penguin#Colin!penguin#red is the color of temptation
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Can you write the Penguins getting a strip tease from their s/o? Love your work and thanks!
a/n: ahhh yess I would absolutely love to do this. I also love that I got two requests for this lol.
Content Warning: suggestive material (subtle mentions of nudity and touching and daddy kink)
The Penguins Reacting to Being Strip Teased
Arkhamverse Penguin:
- Oh, he’s delighted.
- Oswald slouched further into the chair or loveseat he was sitting in.
- He leisurely takes a drag off his cigar as he watches you intently.
- His grin grows wider as you slowly and sensually remove each article of clothing.
- You strutted your way towards where he sat, eyelids heavy.
- A small trail of clothes laid behind you in your wake.
- Oz spread his legs further apart, to allow you more room to get between them.
- You smirked as you quickly discarded the rest of your underwear and took your place in his lap.
Reevesverse/Farrell Penguin:
- Oswald loves it when you surprise him like this.
- It’s the best way for him to distress after a long day of hustling.
- His hands are constantly gripping his knees, wishing he was gripping you instead.
- He’d like to consider him somewhat of a patient man, and as much as he loves a good tease.
- You’re driving him absolutely mad with how slow you’re squirming out of your outfit you wore tonight.
- He tries to encourage you to pick up the pace by buttering you up with compliments with his deep honey-ed voice.
- “So gorgeous, so sexy…so mine..”
- “I don’t know what I did to deserve you…”
- And of course, a classic, “c’mon sweetheart, don’t want to keep Daddy waiting..”
Gotham Penguin:
- Oswald suddenly feels like he’s wearing much too many layers.
- He’s constantly pulling on the collar of his shirt and his bow tie.
- He can’t catch his breath–despite running cold, he feels himself breaking into a sweat.
- Oswald can’t even defend himself when you giggle about how flustered he looks.
- Like a fish out of water gasping for air, his eyes as wide as entree saucers.
- The faintest red dusting along his pale cheeks.
- Oswald’s breath hitches with every drop of clothing and every step you take closer to him.
- Even as you get on your hands and knees and crawl right up between his legs.
- Oswald has a white-knuckled grip on the arms of his chair–his whole body rigid and stiff–
- But that’s not the only thing.
BTAS Penguin:
- Oh, oh…oh my…
- Oswald is…surprised to say the least.
- Not that he isn’t appreciative or doesn’t enjoy it–
- He’s just…not used to this sort of…exchange? This type of intimate surprise.
- The fact you’re willing to treat him to a private show where you slowly reveal your most intimate parts to him…
- That is how he sees it too.
- It’s not just a simple strip tease, especially not to him and especially when it comes to you.
- He may not know how to properly…respond or react (if there even is such a thing, again he’s unsure)
- But he does feel an overwhelming sense of adoration and lust wash over him like he’s never known.
Telltale Penguin:
- Oz has been to many different strip clubs whilst partaking in illegal boxing matches and arm deals in England.
- Yet, none of those performers could even dream to hold a candle to you.
- He will never get tired of seeing you, especially seeing you get naked for him.
- No matter what he thinks you’re going to do, you manage to surprise him.
- You look like you’re about to shimmy out of your lower clothes, but you end up actually grabbing the ends of your upper clothing.
- The hardest part for you is to try and keep him at bay when you do it however.
- Always stopping him at arm or leg length to keep him from touching you and ending the show early.
- You can’t help but beam with pride knowing you have this kind of effect on him.
One Bad Day Penguin:
- Oswald is absolutely giddy.
- Like Arkham and Farrell Penguin, he’s definitely enjoying himself.
- Even though this isn’t the first time you’ve done this (and definitely won’t be the last), you still manage to drive him wild.
- You make his blood run hot and his heart skip a beat like a school boy and he can’t get enough of it.
- Oz can never get enough of you.
- However, he never tries to rush it, no matter how much he wants to.
- He knows better than anyone that good things come to those who wait.
- And he adores nothing more than this sensual build up to another extraordinary night of passion with you.
The Batman (2004) Penguin:
- Wolf whistling, tongue hanging out, howling–the whole gag.
- The Penguin honestly turns into a full on dog for several minutes.
- Ozzie is adorning a large wide grin that could rival the Joker’s.
- He is absolutely here for all of this.
- He loves it when you treat him to these delectable little shows.
- Ozzie is much worse than Telltale Penguin in terms of keeping him at bay.
- Many of your other strip teases have ended abruptly as soon as you reveal the right amount of skin.
- Man has no patience whatsoever.
Batman Unlimited Penguin:
- Oswald..is a nervous wreck.
- To say Oswald is a mess when you start stripping is…an understatement.
- He’s never been in a romantic relationship such as this…especially one where someone is so intimately open.
- Oswald’s heart is beating rapidly against his chest, he's like a deer in headlights.
- Does he say something?
- What does he do?
- Is he supposed to do something? It feels like he should do something, right?
- You’ll have to gently relax him and assure him that he just has to sit back, relax, and enjoy.
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Finnie you know who this is (I wish they let you send asks from a side account 😭😭). ANYWAY soooo per our discussion, I would like to request 2022 Ozzie being a gentle Dom but specifically focusing on his fingers. 👀👀 The coldness of his rings contrasting the warmth of readers body, how he may tease them until they say "please" and then he's willing to do anything for them.
Also if it could be plus size reader, that would be fantastic uwu. 💙💙
Two Fingers
Farrell!Penguin x Fem!Reader, word count: 1.75k
fingers fingers fingers fingers fingers i am going insane over this request bug and it cheered me up immensely while i was writing it at my desk BUT it kinda got away from me lmao i hope reader was plus sized enough, i always forget to describe reader because i spent so long training myself not to lol 💜🐧
request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist
minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: teasing, fingering, nipple play, gentle dom ozzie
"Two fingers of scotch, sweetheart."
You stopped in your tracks, arms on either side of you, pushing you up from the cushion. Looking over to Oswald's desk, you caught his eye, and he smiled towards you.
"If you're getting up to go to the bar."
"Oh! I wasn't actually. I was getting up to come over and see you."
You stood up from the sofa in the corner of Oswald's office, your perch, as he called it. The place you sat most evenings, waiting for him to finish up his work. When you reached him, you jutted your hip out and rested against the edge of the desk, laying your palm delicately against the lapel of his suit jacket.
"I thought that maybe you'd be better comforted by a warm touch, than a stiff drink. Besides, with the day you've had? Do you really think two fingers'll be enough?"
He grinned, gold tooth catching in the light, twinkling in sync with his eyes as a mischievous sparkled in them.
"Two fingers is always enough."
You fed into the flirting, encouraging it with your smile and batting your eyelashes at him. Running the edge of the lapel between your fingers, you stared at his lips, biting softly at your own as you held back the embarrassing, excited giggle that threatened to escape you. In an attempt to maintain composure, you took a deep breath, exhaling with a sultry sigh, and shifted ever so slightly closer to him.
"Is that so?"
"Oh yeah, you'd be surprised at what two fingers can accomplish. Or, rather, toots, you'd be amazed at what I can do with two fingers."
No longer able to suppress the glee in the giggle you let out, you practically jumped at the way he spoke to you. Low, growling, so incredibly attractive. You were moving closer to him, now on the same side of the desk as Oswald. He turned in his chair, resting his palms on the widest part of your hips. His fingers tickled delicately over the surface of your protrusions and curves as he moved his hands up and down your sides, guiding you with him as he turned his chair back around to face the desk. He let his touch linger as you settled into your new position, sandwiched between his body, still seated, and the desk, which you rested against.
You stood still, your legs between Oswald's which were spread wide apart to give you space. The way he looked up at you made you feel like a work of art, gazed on from people smaller than you, people down on the ground. People who were trying to get to the same level as you, reaching for the pedestal that Oswald sat you on.
"Ok then, what can you do with two fingers then, Mr Cobblepot?"
It drove him wild when you teased him, even more so when you added an air of faux formality to it.
"A lotta things! Sign checks, make business deals, command my empire. Which way will Cesar Cobblepot's thumb fall, y'know?"
"Impressive. That's all business though, what about something more personal?"
Oswald let his hands drop down the back of your thighs, swooping round to the front where he lifted the hem of your skirt, just enough to expose your knees and let his thumbs graze over them.
"Well, I can hold open a door for my beautiful princess. I can summon a waiter over to take her order. I can send her a message to cheer-"
"The way you type, you only use one finger. And you do it with your nose pressed all the way right up to the screen."
You smiled, satisfied to get a gentle dig in. He raised his hands to his heart, mimicking some sort of fake pain your words had caused him before throwing his arms out to the sides.
"Listen, you forget I'm an old man! And I don't quite need glasses yet, sugar. Let me have that one."
You placed your hand on his cheek, your own eyes now boring into his deep, dark brown irises, making a note of the creases and lines that branched out from the corners of his heavy lids, the ones that shifted in different ways depending on what kind of smile he gave you.
"Ok, what else then?"
"Lemme think... Oh! I can do this."
He brought two fingers to your bottom lip, pushing on it gently until they parted and your mouth opened. Oswald stroked at the velvet skin, watching it tremble slightly at his touch, the sudden crossing from verbal flirting to physical shocking you in an entirely pleasant way.
"I can surprise you with just two fingers, huh? Make you speechless?"
You nodded, a small sound at the back of your throat cut short as he moved his fingers further back on your lips. Watching you carefully, keeping an eye out for any subtle, or obvious, signs of disagreement with his movements, he pressed those two large, thick fingers into your mouth. Laying them flat on your tongue. Licking his own lips as you pressed the muscle flat out against your chin, drool forming and spilling onto your face.
"I can show you who's boss too."
Oswald brought his hand to your cheek, rough fingertips grazing gently over your flushed skin, tingling at the tiny, soft hairs that stood on end as he brushed past, electrifying them. His digits continued, skipping over the shell of your ear, catching a loose strand of hair in the process and pushing it back, threading it into place.
"I can keep you neat and tidy, lookin' perfect."
His walked the digits down your front, sweeping them to the side of your body and pressing them into your plush curves, watching your plump skin fold under his pressure, indenting with the soft force, and pushing back out again into the soft curves he admired so much.
But as gentle as he was, he turned the other way completely, looping two fingers in the gap between your top button and the next one, tugging sharp on your shirt and bursting it open.
"Or, I can make a mess of you."
He tugged again, another button popping open with the strength of just his fingers, until your shirt had exposed your bra completely. He dipped two into the cup and pulled it down, revealing your breast, your nipple hardening as he grazed his fingertips over it.
Oswald drew a circle around your nipple, watching your skin shiver despite flushing with heat. Pinching you, teasing your nipple out and pulling your breast with it, he smiled as your breath became heavier, chest rising and falling against his grip. Once he let go, he began flicking his finger over the nipple, tickling you, teasing you, and you could barely hold back from asking for more.
"What else? What else can you do?"
"You wanna know? You gotta ask nicely, sugar."
"Please, Ozzie. Please show me."
Quicker than you thought possible, Oswald had his two fingers gliding up your thigh, pressing into the skin, watching the way your thickness dimpled under him. And then he had them under the hem of your skirt, both of them pressed together and rubbing your desperate pussy over your underwear.
Your body reacted immediately, grinding into him, keening and whining for more, satisfied with his two fingers, but needing them closer to you, to feel them on your skin. And sensing this, he pulled your panties to the side, letting his digits stroke against your swollen lips, spreading them apart and closing them around your clit.
As you bucked up towards him, he rolled the sensitive bud between his fingertips, biting down on his lip as he watched the way you held your breath, letting it go in long, trembling sighs when you couldn't hold it any longer. Those two fingers, now coated in your slick, coaxing your arousal on their own with ease. Forcing you to buck your hips towards him as you silently, but not subtly, asked for more.
And he obliged, letting his fingers slide between your lips and inside of you. Thick, strong, pulsing as he explored you, beginning to fuck you with them as you felt the definite threat of orgasm burn inside of you. He pressed further, the sharp cool of his rings as they came into contact with your skin serving as a delicious change in texture, one that made you mutter some expletive much to Oswald's amusement.
He rotated his wrist, fingers deep in you, down to the knuckles, hooked and tapping at the exact right spot to have you almost doubling over. It took so much effort to keep yourself balanced as you felt those two digits, manicured nails, polished rings, the hair close to the knuckles, now covered in your slick as he pumped them in and out to a purposeful beat. If you hadn't had something to concentrate on, like not falling, you knew you would have cum long ago.
The edge of the desk felt like it could snap under your white knuckle grip as you clung to it, your whines growing into moans, which gave way to a desperate scream as you reached your climax, clenching around Oswald's fingers as he spoke to you, endless praise, notes of admiration, 'good girls' being let out in a steady rhythm as he saw you through every ounce of pleasure.
With a shuddering breath and a soft whimper, you let the last vibrations of your orgasm roll over you, collapsing against the desk and steadying yourself on wobbling legs.
"See, what'd I tell ya?"
Your chest heaved as you caught your breath, body settling down post-orgasm, muscles relaxing, fingers untensing. You'd been hoping for such a tremendous example of what he was capable of, even though you already knew very well, and of course, being Oswald Cobblepot, he had delivered.
Watching him with hazy vision and half-lidded eyes you took in his every move. The slow, precise way he produced the napkin from under his empty whisky glass, running his two fingers along the flat of it before licking the last of your slick from them, a low moan rumbling in his chest at your taste.
Catching your eye, the lustful gaze with which you focused on him, he winked, offering you another of his knowing, mischievous grins.
"Two fingers, two of my fingers, are all you need, sweetheart."
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Chapters: 1/1章节: 1/1
Fandom: The Batman (Movie 2022), Batman - All Media Types粉丝: 蝙蝠侠(电影2022) ，蝙蝠侠-所有媒体类型
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences 收视率: 青少年及以上观众
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings 警告: 创建者选择不使用存档警告
Relationships: Oswald Cobblepot/Edward Nygma 人际关系: 奥斯瓦尔德 · 科波特/爱德华 · 尼格玛
Characters: Oswald Cobblepot, Edward Nygma, Selina Kyle 人物: 奥斯瓦尔德 · 科波特，爱德华 · 尼格玛，塞琳娜 · 凯尔
Additional Tags: Blood and Violence, Canon-Typical Violence, Original Character(s), First Kiss, Mental Breakdown 附加标签: 血与暴力，佳能-典型的暴力，原始角色，初吻，精神崩溃
Summary: 摘要:
On a rare sunny day in Gotham, Edward, who was struggling with several unstable jobs after graduation, met a man. Perhaps you are curious about how Oz's scar on his face came about, so I tell you in this fic, it originated from Edward
在哥谭一个难得的阳光明媚的日子里，爱德华遇到了一个男人。毕业后，他一直在为几份不稳定的工作而苦苦挣扎。也许你很好奇奥兹脸上的伤疤是怎么来的，所以我在这本小说里告诉你，它起源于爱德华
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In The Midnight Hour
Oz Cobblepot x afab!Reader
Chapter One: Life Is A Mystery
-chapter two, chapter three
Chapter Summary: Y/n reflects on her situation as her interest in Oz grows.
Story Summary: Y/n is Carmine Falcones girl/sugar baby, but she finds herself in deep trouble when she begins to develop feelings for Falcones right-hand man, Oz Cobblepot.
Words: 2,630
Warnings: mention of sex, violence, vague dubcon, sugar baby dynamics, forbidden love, vague religious imagery, abuse/domestic violence, 18+
“Now, I don’t know if I see it that way…” You trail off and look at the other women around the table. You weren’t sure how you joined this conversation with the dancers here at the club but you weren’t opposed to it.
“How do you see it then?” Said one of the girls, her face scrunching up a little in curiosity.
“Well, I don’t know. What if he didn’t give them the apple because he was evil, what if he was in love with Eve? And that’s why he tricked them into eating the apple? So that she’d have free will, she’d have the ability to choose him over Adam.” It wasn’t exactly orthodox, and quite possibly it didn’t even make sense, but ever since you were a kid you’ve seen it this way. It just seemed more plausible, more romantic than what everyone else said.
The girls look at you quizzically, but before they can say anything a rough voice cracks through the booming club music playing.
“What the hell are you talking about, girl?”
You look up at Carmine, his hollow eyes staring down at you incredulously. Nothing, you tell him, Just nonsense. You stand up and follow him, merging into his entourage. A large man stands next to you and Carmine, you’ve seen him lots before and you know by now that he’s an important person in all of this. Even if you hadn’t seen him before, just his presence alone demands attention.
You don’t know his name, you weren’t included in Carmine's business. If anything he might just kill you if you got too close… Or maybe just for fun. The man shuffles a little next to you, getting a little antsy under your gaze. He looks down at you, his deep brown eyes searching yours. There’s a large scar running through his top lip and over his right cheek. It looks old, and it makes you wonder just how he got it.
The men are having a conversation about something you’ve never even heard of, and the man next to you chimes in quite a bit. Even as the elevator comes to a stop and they all start piling out into Falcone's office above the club, they continue their incessant chattering.
You try to be inconspicuous as you try and listen for the man’s name. The other guys like calling him Penguin, but by the way his face scrunches up every time they say it you can assume he doesn’t necessarily like that name. You trail behind Carmine, watching as Penguin hobbles around. That must be why they call him that. It makes you roll your eyes as you think about it, these men still act like middle schoolers.
“Oz,” Carmine says suddenly, the Penguin turns towards him expectantly. Oh, so that’s his name. It’s… endearing. You don’t pay attention to what Carmine says next but soon enough he, Oz, and a few of the other guys start a game of pool.
Your job is to sit and look pretty, so you sit down on the couch to get ready for a long day of work. Technically, Falcone is supposed to be paying you to have sex with him but, after a few unsuccessful tries, he’s realized he can’t do that anymore. And when you first suggested maybe getting some pills, he smacked you upside the head and told you to get out of his sight. So, you don’t suggest anything anymore.
You feel eyes on you for the next few hours, you try to ignore it as you text a friend of yours to pass the time. You had assumed it was Falcone, but out of curiosity, you take a glance at the pool table full of men behind you. Deep brown eyes stare back before quickly turning back to the game. The hair stands on the back of your neck, Oz has been sneaking glances at you for the past few hours.
This newfound information makes you feel uneasy, but excited too all at the same time. A man hasn’t dared look at you since you got with Falcone. Everyone believes that you and he are dating, he’s insisted that no one knows about the checks he sends you or the arrangement you have. You wonder if maybe he’s ashamed.
You lose yourself in thought and it isn’t until later that night that you think about Oz again. Carmine has a small penthouse not far from the Iceberg Lounge, and that’s where you lay side by side with him as he lets out broken snores. Just ten minutes ago he had finished trying to please himself with your mouth, tonight he had gotten it up just enough to cum and dribble down your throat.
As you lay silently next to him, you absentmindedly wonder what Oz would be like in bed. You’re sure the limp would restrict him a little, and while he may be older than you, he still looks like he’s got some energy left. You’d probably peg him to be around mid to late fifties, which is younger than Carmine who’s deep in his sixties by now.
You never really had an issue with finding older men attractive, in fact, you often sought them out. Before Carmine, you never really had any issues with abuse or differing opinions in a relationship with an older man. Often the only issue was that they never understood your jokes or reverences and you never understood theirs. But it was only a matter of time til you got mixed up with the wrong man. Carmine is not a gentle person, he often teases you under the guise of being sweet but his tone always gives him away.
The first time he hit you was terrifying. You had listened in on a conversation you shouldn’t have, but lucky for you it wasn’t murder-worthy. He still had to teach you a lesson though, there’s no way he’d let you off easy.
You turn on your side, the cold sheets twisting around your naked body. You wonder if Oz has a gentle hand and if he’s a kind man. You scoff internally, what man in this industry is kind? But you can’t stop yourself from imagining him trailing his thick, warm fingers over your shoulder and down your arm. You think of how his breath might fan over your neck as he whispers sweet nothings to you in his heavy voice.
Subconsciously, you compare Oz to Carmine. You know it’s wrong to do so, but is it wrong to wish for better? To want out of the hole you’ve dug for yourself?
The next few days you watch Oz interact with the dancers, and how polite and kind he is to them. They often seem very comfortable in his presence, like he offers them a safe haven through the uncertainty of the club. He knows just how difficult and dangerous it can be for girls here, especially down in the 44 Below.
You catch on to the fact that if a dancer wants to pick up a shift at the 44, he often talks them out of it and pays them whatever they need. It makes your heart race. How can someone be so generous? Why does he care?
But you also see the other side of him as well, especially in meetings with Falcone. You can tell Oz is teetering on the precipice, he’s cracking under the constant berating and ridicule Carmine and the others throw at him. You can see the fire in his eyes every time they make a comment, but you can also see when he catches his tongue. He’s a smart man, he knows when to shut up and when to strike.
One day he tells Carmine off in front of you. Carmine had said something nonchalant about Oz fucking some of the girls he employs, that must’ve been the tipping point for Oz because he yells and breaks Carmine's nose in a second and the old man has nothing he can do except fall back into his chair and sit in silence. You rush over to Carmine in a faux show of concern when in reality, your belly fills with a warmth you haven’t felt in a long time and suddenly you feel the urge to change your panties.
Carmine does his best to push you away once Oz leaves the room, satisfied with himself. Carmine looks at you in disdain.
“You think this is funny? Think I couldn’t have fought back if I wanted? I OWN THIS CITY!” He shouts at you and backs you into a wall, you know this is just a desperate grab for control but it still frightens you every time he does it. He knows his grasp is slipping, he knows he’s not going to be around forever.
As you trip and fall onto the floor he kicks you once, deep in your stomach and trods off to find a bathroom to clean up in. You cough and cradle your now bruised belly, you stand up shakily when he comes back into the room and mumbles in your direction.
He sits down in the leather chair he always sits in and beckons you closer, he has tissues in his nose and a bruise is already forming.
“I’m sorry, baby,” He says in his mock-apologetic tone. “I don’t know what came over me.”
You nod and sit in his lap for about ten minutes, he seems defeated. When you first had agreed to be his girl, you were attracted to him, though as the rose colored glasses were lifted off your eyes, you came to see him for who he truly was. There was no heart beating in his ancient body. Just cruel and blatant dishonesty.
That night he had told you to go back to your apartment, to recover from the shock of the night. As you left the club you saw Oz leaving as well, climbing carefully into his purple Maserati. Alone. Every time you watched him leave the club he was always alone. It didn’t matter what arm candy he had with him that night, he never took them home and he was never seen alone with them. He’s not that kind of man it seems.
As you toss and turn during the night, trying to get some semblance of sleep you take into account the man beside you. Carmine Falcone. Possibly the most dangerous man in the city… But maybe he’s losing his grip? Maybe there’s someone bigger, someone badder who can take charge.
You hope Oz takes charge. Whether or not Carmine is willing to admit it, Oz holds more power than he does. He owns the club, he’s the boss of everyone here. Carmine is the vermin in the attic, hiding from something he’s destined to collide with.
Carmine doesn’t even own the penthouse he takes you back to, it’s in Oz’s name. Everything Carmine has, never was and never will be his own truly. He isn’t what he used to be, he’s washed up and losing his once unshakable power.
The next morning is hazy, you always leave the penthouse before Falcone as he doesn’t have any real or proper job he has to get to. You, on the other hand, have become fairly good friends with the dancers from the club. They like it when you come to hang out with them before the club opens fully, and it’s a great chance to get to watch Oz in his element.
You’ve been growing more and more interested in him, you’re beginning to worry if Falcone has noticed. If he has, he hasn’t mentioned it. You haven’t seen him jealous, and you’re worried about how he would react if he knew of your fascination with Oz.
“So, I told him to get lost obviously,” one of the girls, Natalia, says, dressed in a tight dark pink strapless dress. “I mean, what guy goes around asking if you wanna be his mistress?”
The rest of girls reply, murmuring their distaste.
“What about you? Whats the worst encounter you’ve had with a guy, Y/n?” Another girl, Hailey, asks you in her soft voice. You think for a few seconds but nothing really comes to mind, and you don’t think gossiping about Falcone would be a good idea.
“Oh, I don’t know, I can’t really think of one.” You laugh nervously, you feel bad for not providing the girls the entertainment they so obviously wish they could get.
A chorus of awe’s and boo’s sing through the little dressing room, some girls are half-way done getting ready while some others have been ready for a while. Through the lighthearted chaos, a voice you know by heart calls out.
“Excuse me, girls.” Oz knocks on the half open door, and steps in when the girls tell him he can. “Ah, there you are! Mr. Falcones been looking for you everywhere, doll.”
His arms are stretched out in greeting towards you, almost like he’s waiting for a hug but they fall back to his sides quickly as he shifts his weight from leg to leg. He’s never spoken to you directly, it sends a shiver down your spine. You whisper your thanks to him and look down at the floor, it feels like it’s the only thing you can do as Oz leads you out of the room.
You both meander to the steps down from the dressing room, close to where Oz’s office is. The club is mostly empty except for waiters and bartenders getting things ready for a night of business. Oz is walking slightly slower than you, his big, warm hand resting gently on your shoulder as you wait patiently. He takes the stairs slowly, one step at a time.
“So, uh, you and Falcone been together long?” He flashes a charming grin your way, his gold teeth shining under the dim light of the club. He seems in pain as he asks the question, but you chalk it up to the stairs being a burden on his bad leg. You look down, listening to the soft clink of the barely visible brace connected to his right dress shoe.
“No, not really,” You reply softly, you’ve always been a quiet person but something about him brings the shyness out of you. “Only a few months.”
“Oh, I-uh, I hope he ain’t treating you too bad. I know he can be a little rough with his girls.” He leans in closer to you as you both make your way to the elevator, he says it quietly like he doesn’t want anyone else but you to hear.
“He…” You have to decide whether or not you want to lie to him. “He has his bad days, like anyone else.”
You can see the recognition in his eyes as he absorbs your words, his hand rests firmly on your shoulder as the elevator doors shut and it takes you slowly up to Carmines office. Oz sighs and looks at you, not with pity, but with a sort of melancholy. Like he wishes it didn’t have to be this way.
Your mind flicks back to the conversation with the dancers a few weeks ago, about Eve and the Apple. You wonder how long it’ll take before this serpent before you hands you an apple of his own making. You dismiss the idea as the elevator dings and comes to a stop, the doors open to reveal Carmine already lounging about in his leather chair.
You step in hesitantly and head over to him, only glancing back at Oz to see the look of regret that comes over him as the elevator doors shut once more and he’s on his way back down to the club.
#hoooo weee i had a lot of fun writing this so i hope it’s a good start to the storyyyy#oz cobblepot x reader#oswald cobblepot x reader#farrell!penguin x reader#the batman (2022)#my writing
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❛ show me how much you missed me. ❜ Oz x Reader perhaps?
"Show me how much you missed me."
The words were teasing as he laughed them into your hair but his pleasure at your enthusiastic reaction to seeing him was undeniable and you tighten your grip of his torso in response.
His business had kept him away two days longer than either of you had anticipated and the old saying about absence and its affect on the heart had proven true.
"You wish."
"Oh, I really do, doll. Being in Bludhaven was murder knowing that I'd had to leave you behind. You can always show me later on."
A wicked idea alit in your mind.
"Why wait?"
Dropping to your knees on the plush carpet of his office, your fingers made quick work of the belt holding up his suit trousers as you pull his zipper and slip your right hand within his navy boxers.
"Jesus Christ, sweetheart!" Sputtering and choking at the sudden assault on his groin, you glance up to see Oz staring down at you with a dazed expression. "What if someone-"
He cut himself off, squinting eyes flicking between the door and you as his frantic warning went unspoken.
"It'll be over quickly." You purr, hand pulling his straining cock free of its confines. "So what're the chances of anyone walking in?"
"Not sure if I like the implications there, sweeth-" This time, his words were cut off by your lips as they secured themselves around the head of his cock; your tongue drawing across his sensitive head as his fingers seized themselves into your hair to hold you in place.
The burn in your scalp was welcomed as you moan around his length, appreciating the familiar stretch in your jaw as you fell into a steady, pleasuring rhythm.
He had been away for days and you had no doubt that you would be able to get him off before any of his goons came looking for him.
Besides, you had missed him.
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