#oswald cobblepot smut
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‘THE VALLEY, [hard kinks! hcs]
-GOTHAM!VILLAINS X READER-
⋆ Characters ↬ Oswald Cobblepot, Victor Zsasz, Edward Nygma, Jerome Valeska, Jervis Tetch
⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; hard and unusual kinks hcs with the gotham villain men
⋆ tags/warnings. GOTHAM!villains x female reader. PURE PORN like this is absolutely filthy and descriptive. Some of these are probably too creative and WAY out of character, but oh well. I need to practice my smut writing skills and what better way to do it then with some short scenarios of our boys ? HARD KINKS (all of them are too kinky for there own good) sadomasochistic sex warning for victor and jerome,,, and (sort of?) non-consensual hypnosis warning for jervis, somnophilia and bondage warning for ed. controlling and degrading behavior.
𝛰𝑆𝑊𝐴𝐿𝐷 𝐶𝛰𝐵𝐵𝐿𝐸𝑃𝛰𝑇
♫ “Obey, like I’m your master babe.” The Valley by Miguel
He has a habit of leaving in the mornings. He’s a gangster, a crime lord. He loves his job…you think. But it’s hard. Especially seeing him go. Which is why when the two of you fuck, he makes it worth your while.
Yes, he’s shy. He despises indecency. He doesn’t fuck, he makes love. At least, that’s what he likes to think, so you let him.
But you know better. Oswald can’t control anything about himself. The man is impulsive and spoiled. And when he wants you to feel something, you feel it. For better or for worse.
Which is why when he’s awfully pent up and sexually frustrated, you reap the benefits of the king of gotham’s cock pistoning into you. He needs to feel wanted. He needs the two of you to feel loved. He thinks the two of you are sweetly and slowly fucking in his mind. But in reality?
His thick length is hammering into you, selfishly ignoring your pleas. No, he gets drunk on them. Even if he doesn’t want to admit how obscene he’s being.
You’ll feel his sticky tip align with your pussy. He means to enter you slowly, but before you know it, he’s letting himself go. Every inch of his cock is filling you up, taking you in. His eyes are rolling back as he feels you clench around him, and he tries to push all the more unsavory thoughts out of his head.
Thoughts of you tied up. Worshipping him. Unable to resist him. Thoughts of you riding his thighs, while he gives the order to shoot someone dead. The idea of you bending to him, being a good servant. Kissing his shoes, groveling and kneeling. Degrading you.
His fingers sink into the fat of your thighs and ass, clawing at any part of you he can grasp.
His mother taught him better, he reprimands himself. But how can he stay composed and loving when you look at him like he’s the only man in the world?
Oh, he wants to make you feel good, loved, and have this be an act of intimacy. It’s what he was raised to believe sex was for. But he also wants you on your knees, choking on his length, collared like a dog.
𝑉𝐼𝐶𝑇𝛰𝑅 𝑍𝑆𝐴𝑆𝑍
♫ “I wanna fuck like we're filming in the valley.” The Valley by Miguel
Victor is always upfront with what he wants. And he’s been around the block one too many times. He’s fucked around quite a bit. He’s a ladies man, what can he say?
Which is why vanilla sex is entirely boring to him. Well, maybe not entirely. Not with you.
But theres something so special about mixing physical pain, his sole desire, with you, his other sole desire. It’s his lifes work, meeting the love of his life. What’s not to like?
Which is why he blunty suggests the idea. And boy is he glad he did.
A phone camera is pushed into your face while he records everything. The sloppy noises of your pretty pink mouth slipping and sliding around his cock.
It’s not just any homemade porno either, no. It’s a borderline snuff film.
He films himself slotting his cock into your swollen lips, one hand recording, another hand on a pistol pressed firmly against your head while you choke on his cock. The gun isn’t loaded of course, at least, you don’t think it is.
If the gun is loaded, you’re sure he’s playing a dangerous game with himself. Testing his own capabilities. He’s the best of the best, and his fingers are placed firmly on the trigger. If he loses control or focus for even a moment, you could never see the light of day again. Each time he cums is like a self-made test for himself, an ego trip. He’s excercising the greatest control not to accidentally pull the trigger and pop your top.
You’re spitting wildly, tears and saliva and cum mixing on your face. You’ve been sucking him off for what feels like hours, playing this game, and it’s still not enough. No, the man could live his whole life with your face inbetween his thighs. You have no clue what round you’re on.
“There you go…sweetness. Uh-huh…take it.” He’ll press the gun further into your temple, talking down to you slowly. It’s awfully demeaning.
He never shuts the fuck up during sex. This is no exception. His dry humor persists in every word, even as his gun comes into contact with your fucked out wet face, or a blade slices through your sweet soft thighs.
He’s doing close-up shots of every cut he makes on your skin. He marks the both of you, respectively. He keeps the videos in his pocket for later. Y’know, just in case you aren’t there, and he needs something to jack off to. He’s a manwhore, and he can admit it.
He’ll ask to show the videos to Wendell. Just so he knows Victor wasn’t lying about his girl being a total catch.
𝐸𝐷𝑊𝐴𝑅𝐷 𝑁𝑌𝐺𝑀𝐴
♫ “I wanna taste your sweat, force my fingers in your mouth.” The Valley by Miguel
Oh, Eddy. Ever the show man. Oddly enough, I think he has the dirtiest mind and the highest sex drive out of everyone on this list. In the words of CMS, "He loves donuts and getting laid." You're no exception babe.
Similarly, he isn't the kinkiest when he's at the GCPD. The poor baby is so vanilla; so eager to please. If you want a man to put your needs above his own? Look no further. Eddy is your guy. But similar to Ozzy, the man grapples with control. How can he resist when your small sleeping body looks so innocent? So willing?
You wake up to him pumping his dick deep into your hole, groping your breasts and ass, hips plowing harshly into your stretched cunt. He wants to apologize, for waking you. He feels bad of taking advantage of you. But it's your fault. The man is a little bit of a creep and has gone his whole life without pussy. What did you expect?
That being said...when he undergoes his transformation of sorts? It's like he has something to prove, to you and himself. Riddler baby is tired of hiding in the shadows, no, it's show time. If you thought the somnophilia was kinky, you've seen nothing yet.
Season 3-4 Ed is desperate to dominate you. Claim you in every way. Prove to himself that you're not going anywhere. It's a deep seated need to exert control, with a touch of dramatic flair.
Which is why, from time to time, especially on special occasions, you'll wake up from being drugged, ball-gagged in a warehouse, tied to a chair, moaning around a vibrator overstimulated against your cunny. He'll watch the whole show, pleased with his handiwork.
Might even turn it into a game. How many riddles can you answer? Maybe if you get one right, he'll let you cum. And if you don't get one right, prepare to be in for a long, long night.
Ed's pushing his thick long fingers into your tight little pussy, watching your cream spread along his fingertips. He'll force his fingers in your mouth, making you taste yourself. Making you taste what he's doing to you.
He's giggling while he does so, smile wide while you gag around him. Oh, this will be fun.
𝐽𝐸𝑅𝛰𝑀𝐸 𝑉𝐴𝐿𝐸𝑆𝐾𝐴
♫ “lips, tits, clit, sit.” The Valley by Miguel
Would it be too brave to go on record to say the mans a virgin? I'm sorry, but he didn't get any pussy in that carnival.
Which is why he's incredibly sex starved. The man is feral. Hungry. He fucks you like a dog in heat half the time. You're his own personal pocket pussy, who will love him no matter what.
So when he tells you to do something, you better do it.
For instance, when he tells you to sit on his face, he means sit. No hovering. No, he wants the entirety of your weight in his mouth so he can tongue fuck you into oblivion.
He's wildly gripping at you, laughing like a mad man as he keeps you in place firmly. He's digging into your cunt with his tongue like a man whose getting his first lick of pussy. He's slapping your ass, letting you ride his face like a cowgirl.
He'll slap your sopping cunt. He'll spit in your mouth, on your face, on your pussy. He loves everything feral and sloppy. And for his own good, the man can't shut up. He loves some good dirty talk.
"Hah! There you go, doll. You want it raw? You do, don'tcha? Naughty, naughty girl." Excuse his breeding kink. "Should just pump you right up with my cum. Get you all messy. Cream-pie you riiiiiiight here," He cackles, hand hovering over you're lower stomach.
He likes seeing your face contort in pleasure and pain when your thighs scratch the staples on his face.
Oh, he's a biter. Your thighs might be bleeding by the time he's done, biting hard enough to break skin. You'll yelp in pain and it will spur him on, like you're his own personal show to watch.
God, please hit him back. Slap him. Push him around. He adores it- the two of you fucking like wild animals, clawing and at each others throats, all the while his girthy length his pounding into your sweet tight hole.
𝐽𝐸𝑅𝑉𝐼𝑆 𝑇𝐸𝑇𝐶𝐻
♫ “Tell me that you love it darling." The Valley by Miguel
Jervis has a very deep seated need to have you close to him. To have you bonded with him. He's obsessive, clingy, stalkerish. And he loves a good old fashioned Victorian flirtation. But god, he gets tired of waiting.
He's a gentlemen through and through. But even gentlemen have needs. And when he sees you in that light blue dress he bought you, pussy peaking out through the short skirt? Or how you lick your lips when the tea he makes you dribbles down?
He'll have to take what he wants eventually.
He knows you'll say yes. Even though the two of you have never talked about sex. No, you're his Alice. His willing little girl. Why would you ever say no to him? And he's right. He could ask, and you would probably say yes.
But, just for a precaution...Can't have you running off like the white rabbit, can he?
It will be late night after the two of you have tea. And he'll pull out his pocket watch. And before you know it, you'll be pinned on top a table, dress pooling between your legs, pulling on his hair against your will.
It's a sight he will never sick of. His sticky ropes of cum dripping, tainting the dress he'd bought you. It trickles down from your spine. You'll be too fucked out to walk the next day, and you won't even remember why.
He takes you, ignoring your pleas and whines of overstimulation. He'll continue to stuff his cock inside you until he feels pity for you.
Hypnotizing you while he's balls-deep inside of you, messily thrusting as he tries to concentrate. "You love this. Tell me you love me. Tell me you love this." His words scramble as he comes undone himself, letting your mind wash over and speak the words against your will.
If somehow you piece two and two together, the cum stains on your dress- and the feeling of being stretched out the next morning...assure him he doesn't have to hypnotize you.
Or let him keep it up. It's more fun for him this way.
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Pairing: Oswald Cobblepot/Reader
All you'd wanted were directions to the nearest bathroom, yet somehow you ended up here, on your knees, for one of Gotham's most infamous crime bosses.
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Rating: 18+
Words: 2.1K
Content: Dub-con, swearing, alcohol consumption/drunk reader, Hybristophilia, dom Ozzie/sub reader, finger sucking, blowjob, dirty talking, (allusions to) slut shaming, cum shot, cum eating.
Please remember: You do not need to prove yourself to anyone.
The sound of your heels clacking against the metal grate stairs is drowned out by the constant and loud thump of music. You’ve been pacing around the upper levels of the club for minutes now, alone amongst a sea of strangers and no closer to finding relief. You should have been more assertive with your friends, should have made one of them come with you, but they were having so much fun, and you didn’t want to be a bother. So now you were lost and still bursting for a piss.
Distressed and eager to find a way out of your predicament, you decide to ask the next person you see for directions, no excuses. Close your eyes, deep breaths, steady, confident. You’re stricken by the sight of the first person you glimpse. He’s older than you would have thought, stout, with thinning hair and a distinct face. Not at all the clientele you’d come to expect from The Iceberg. But still, something about him was captivating. In fact, you’d been so enraptured that he’d almost entirely passed you by.
“Um, wait! Excuse me.” You shout, trying to be heard over the drum and bass as you take long strides to catch up with him. He walks slowly, and with a cane, so you’re by his side in seconds. “Hello?”
He turns his head to face you as he continues walking. His eyes slowly drape across your body, seemingly appraising everything you have to offer. When his eyes finally land on yours, he stops. Deeming you worthy of his time. “Yes dear, can I help you.”
Despite his posture and unbefitting appearance, he bleeds an air of confidence and importance that simultaneously makes you nervous and aroused. “I am so sorry to bother you, but do you know where the bathrooms are? Please?”
“I do, I do.” His checks you out again, nodding to himself as he does. Eyes wander up and down your body; every inch of skin he examines feels hot and tingly, on top of your already intense need to go. Apparently happy with his second examination, like you’ve passed his test, he continues, “Follow me, I’ll take you to them.”
“Thank you! Thank you so much.” You’re practically buzzing now, calmed by knowing you’ve found a resolution; you follow, purposefully remaining a pace behind him so as not to lose sight of him or appear rude by overtaking him. “I’ve been searching for ages. You have no idea how grateful I am for your help.”
“That so?” He responds. You’re sure it’s rhetorical, but you nod anyway. He seems amused, making no effort to hide the pull of his lips as he leads you up another flight of stairs and along yet another industrial-style balcony. “Other than your current predicament, are you enjoying the club?”
“Oh, yeah, definitely. The atmosphere here is great, and the music is always amazing. Drinks are a fucking fortune, though, honestly! It’s a good thing my friends and I always pre-game cause I’d have to get a second job to be able to afford more than 3 drinks here.” You’re not sure why you’re rambling so much, but your saviour in purple pinstriped armour seems to enjoy it, letting out a loud belly laugh as you complain.
“A pretty thing like you, surely they’re lining up round the block to buy you a drink.” There was nothing smooth about his voice, but the words flattered you nonetheless.
Unsure how to respond, you resolve to try and change the subject. “What about you? Do you like it here?”
“You could say that.” The answer is cryptic, and you watch him curiously, waiting for him to proceed until you reach the end of the walkway.
You’re standing together outside a red wooden door, a sign read ‘staff only’. All your drunken mind could puzzle together at that moment was: not toilet.
“Ummm.” You look to him for clarification, and he silences you with a raised hand; wait. Then he pulls out a key, unlocks the door and makes his way inside, holding the door for you to follow.
“Bathroom is behind that door.” He points, and you waste no time scurrying over to it, giving him a brief and likely comedic bow as you go.
In true night-out fashion, you’d failed to realise just how drunk you were until you were isolated with nothing but the dim bathroom light and the cold feel of your ass on the toilet seat. At that moment, you promise yourself that you’ll graciously thank your host, find your friends, and head home. You hold onto the thought as you wash your hands and attempt to clean up your smudged makeup with damp fingertips.
You hadn’t taken the time to look at the main room as you beelined for the toilet earlier. As you exit the bathroom, you’re suddenly taken by the luxury of it. Everything appears furnished in either solid oak or soft velvets and leathers. The music from downstairs is barely audible, just the low thrum of the bass seeping through. Your mystery man is seated on the furthest side of the room, looking out at the crowd below through a floor-to-ceiling window that spans the entire wall.
“Oh, wow!” You cross the room until you’re close enough to press your fingers to the cold glass, enamoured by the view. “This is incredible. How have I never noticed this before?”
“You won’t have.” He taps the back of a ringed finger against the window. “It’s one-way.”
“Ooooh.” The crowd below is illuminated by the ever-changing lights, arms and legs move and entwine as they dance to the beat, but when you look over to your host, you can’t find it in yourself to look away from him again. “So… you like, work here?”
He laughs again, exposing a smattering of gold teeth and making his belly jiggle. Any thoughts of leaving have long since passed. “You could say that. I’m Oz.”
Oz… Oswald Cobblepot, The Penguin. You've been complaining about booze prices to The Penguin. He doesn’t work here; he owns here. You realise where you recognise him from. The news, the papers. You’ve seen his name and face associated with several stories, most of them unsavoury. In that moment, you wish the ground would open and swallow you whole.
When he extends a hand, you take it. Barely able to look him in the eye, you focus your attention on his thick, decorated fingers as you introduce yourself.
“I- um- I’m sorry about…” you trail off as he pulls you toward him, until you’re standing between his open legs. He presses the back of your hand to his lip, his kiss is warm against your skin.
“For what?” He’s watching you, closely, enjoying your sheepishness. You can tell by the glint in his eyes.
“For complaining… About the drinks.”
Strong fingers smooth over your exposed thigh, tickling your skin and igniting a heat in your veins.
“Don’t worry about it, Love. I value the honesty.” The cold of his jewellery bites at your heated skin, his hand cups high and hard around the back of your thigh and pulls you closer still. His face is now adjacent to your sternum as he glides his hand up your dress. “Will you tell me something else?”
“Anything.” Your reply is immediate and needy. It surprises you, but instead of pulling away in shame, your drunken body leans in, nestling the lower half of Oz’s face against your cleavage and gently holding him there with your free hand. His dark hair feels soft and fine between your fingertips.
“Do you often let men you’ve just met feel you up like this?” His voice is muffled by your body.
“No.” The way he says it should make you feel ashamed; instead, you feel yourself growing wetter. The shame of being so obedient, so open to being touched and played with by a known crime boss, is a primary cause for your arousal. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”
“Your legs seem tired. Perhaps you should rest them.” A bold finger runs along your clothed slit, and your body shudders in response. “Get on your knees.”
He offers you both his hands and you take them, using him as support as you lower yourself to the ground. When your knees hit the soft carpet, you instantly feel relief, no longer having to support your full weight on your precariously high heels.
“Doesn’t that feel better?” Oz coos, and you nod bashfully back at him until he cups your face with both hands. Using his thumb, he directs your head backwards, chin up. You wonder how you must look to him, on your knees, lids heavy, limp and compliant from booze and arousal.
Florals and musk assault your senses when he presses his lips to yours. Strong fingers press against the hollows for your cheeks, and you open your mouth without resistance, expecting a tongue. Instead, you’re greeted by more fingers. You moan at the realisation, eagerly allowing him to press the pads of his fore and middle finger along your tongue in long, languid strokes, inching further back with each stroke until he stimulates your gag reflex, causing your throat to tighten around his fingers.
He hums to himself, evaluating you once again until he praises, “Impressive.”
“Thank you.” Your words come out slurred, and drool slips down your chin as you attempt to speak around his digits.
“Think you’re ready for the real thing?” Unclear if it’s a question to you or a statement to himself, you nod anyway, rocking forward on your knees to present your willingness.
He smirks as he pushes his fingers deeper into your throat once more, making the muscles contract again, and causing the ache between the legs to grow. When he retracts his fingers, a feeble moan slips from your lips.
“Such a good plaything.” He makes quick work of his belt and zipper. His cock is fully erect, and you lick your lips in anticipation. “Go on then, get your lips around that.”
It’s fat and heavy on your tongue, filling your tastebuds with stale saltiness. You work your way up and down his length, tightly sucking the tip and hollowing your cheeks at the base. Any time he lets out a deep moan of his own you’re overcome with pride, growing high on getting him off. You want to hear it again and again.
Eventually, you pull back to take a deep breath, allowing yourself to nurse your aching jaw, but you must take too long for Oz’s liking, his fingers spread at the back of your head, locking on and leading you back onto his waiting cock. His hand remains in its place, directing you up and down, deeper and deeper. You ignore the growing tightness in your throat and the prick of tears forming in the corners of your eyes, fixating on the way your clit throbs every time he lets out a grunt or groan.
“Oh yeah. Keep sucking, just like that.” He huffs each word between hitched breaths, his hands shaking against your head. He’s close, you can tell. You latch your hands around the heels of your shoes, squeezing tight as Oz grips tighter to your head and picks up pace.
How easily he’s turned you into his willing cocksleeve, slack jawed and drooling as he used your mouth to get off. And you’d been the one to approach him.
The tip of his cock hits hard and painfully at the back of your mouth as he jerks your face back and forth. Wetness seeps through your underwear, your pussy desperate for stimulation. He hadn’t told you not to touch yourself. As the thought crosses your mind, Oz yanks you back into reality, literally tugging your head back.
You pant for breath, breathing in sweet, sweet air as you watch on. Oz's free hand wraps around the base of his cock, pumping once, twice, and then he’s cumming. Thick, hot, white ropes of cum splatter over your face, your lids close instinctively, preventing it from spraying into your eye. Beads drip into your mouth, assaulting your tongue with its saltiness.
“Lucky me.” Your eyes dart open again at the sound of his voice. He’s leaning forward in his seat, smiling at you as he begins to stroke a finger along your face, scooping up stray pools of his cum, and scooping them into your still-open mouth. “Found myself a sexy little birdie, an I wasn’t even looking. Swallow.”
On command you gulp it all down, grinning from ear to ear when he smiles approvingly at you, showing you those sexy gold teeth again. You remain on your knees as he leans back in his chair, reaches into the breast pocket of his blazer, and retrieves a cigar.
“Now.” He taps your nose lightly with his index finger before lighting up. “Go make yourself presentable, and then we’ll go get you an overpriced drink.”
#the penguin x reader#the penguin imagine#oswald cobblepot x reader#oswald cobblepot imagine#oswald cobblepot smut#the penguin smut#man i havent written penguin in like 6+ years#i hope other people enjoy this#gilverrwrites
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i cant aNON ANYWAYS. IM INSANE OSWALD/READER GIVE ME. GRABBY HANDS. NOW.
SEX. AUGH. ME WHEN I. IM DYING BUT. BRAIN IS SAYING SOMETHING LIKE. READERS HIS ASSISTANT AND SOMETHING. HAPPENS? I DONT KNOW I AM TIRED AND DISTRACTED
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The Secretary
Oswald Cobblepot A.K.A. The Penguin x Male Reader
Reader uses he/him and has a penis
Genre: Smut
Summary: Oswald finds out his favorite employee has a crush on him, and decides he deserves a reward for his hard work.
Content/Warnings: Oswald is oblivious, Oswald’s creepy dirty talk, Oswald can’t flirt or be sexy to save his life, blowjob(reader receiving), inappropriate workplace relations, office sex, Oswald bends you over the desk, a wee bit of biting, one (1) spank, some hair pulling, only sort of proof read (lmk if you spot any typos!)
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Notes: Pretzel you absolute fool. You’re lucky I love you. You can have a little Oswald sex as a treat
Oswald Cobblepot was certainly an interesting man, even if “interesting” had a completely different meaning depending on who you asked.
To you, interesting was attractive. It was powerful, but not just in the vein of his enterprise; his power was in his presence, in the very blood that ran through him. His power was in his strategy, in his cunning, in his ruthlessness that shone through at just the right times.
God, what a man.
And you were just lucky enough to snag a secretary position for that man.
Although you thought you’d been more than hiding your little crush, it had been painfully obvious to everyone; everyone but Oswald, of course. No one had EVER had a crush on HIM before, how was he supposed to know the signs?
The way you lingered in his office with a friendly conversation, the way you always had a coffee ready for him, the way you seemed to always have an excuse to be near him…
…Those could all be perfectly normal friend things!
Although, Oswald wasn’t completely free of blame either. He often found himself wondering about you, what you did when you left work, if you had a partner to go home to. Something about that last part always ticked him off a bit, but he couldn’t place what.
It was completely normal for him to worry about his best employee, right? Besides, he wouldn’t know a crush if it slapped him in the face, not to mention that the last time he loved someone it ended…less than favorably.
The possibility of romantic involvement never once crossed his mind.
That is, until a rather frustrated Mr. Penn was called to his office, muttering something about your poor performance.
“Mr. Cobblepot,” He began, quickly closing the door behind him. “There is a rather urgent matter that I must bring to your attention.”
Oswald sighed, sliding his feet off his desk and glaring daggers at Penn as he walked over.
“Urgent, Penn? Really? You said the broken hand dryers in the bathroom were ‘urgent.’”
“I mean it this time, Mr. Cobblepot. It’s about…” Penn paused, leaning in and lowering his voice as if he were afraid someone was listening.
“…your secretary.”
Oswald stood quickly, straightening his tie and adjusting his jacket.
“The secretary? Did something happen to him? Is he alright?”
“He’s fine, Mr. Cobblepot, but I’m afraid he’s having trouble fulfilling his duties.” Penn couldn’t help but let his frustration slip through a bit at his boss’s obvious show of favoritism.
Oswald quirked a brow in confusion.
“What do you mean? He’s been working just fine. Why, just yesterday he stayed late to help me with my paperwork.”
“That’s just the thing, Mr. Cobblepot!” Penn sighed, adjusting his glasses. “He’s been working excellently for you, but he’s been neglecting his other duties, and I think I may know why…”
Oswald returned to his seat, resting his chin in his hand as he waited for Penn to continue.
“I-I think—and, apologies if this is, um, presumptuous—that he maybe, might have a sort of…crush on you—“
Oswald’s eyes slowly widened, and suddenly his heartbeat was so loud in his ears it made it hard to listen to Penn.
“Wait, wait, wait!” Oswald interrupted, “What the hell are you talking about, Penn?”
“W-Well, forgive me sir, but it’s quite obvious. It’s been the talk of the office for the past week! Have you ever noticed how much time he spends in your office? O-Or, how he spaces out when you’re around? He’s practically attached at your hip, sir, and it’s affecting his work.”
Oswald merely nodded, eyes falling to his desk as he processed the words. He wasn’t really sure how to react. On one hand, this was very exciting, knowing that maybe you too had been thinking of him. On the other, it made him nervous and a little embarrassed to think about how improper he had acted around you, wondering if it damaged your view of him.
“Now, Mr. Cobblepot,” Penn continued, “It is up to you how you deal with this, but I suggest that you do something.“
“Yes, yes…I’ll be sure to, um— look into it. You may leave now.”
“B-But Mr. Cobblepot, I also need to tell you about—“
“I said you can leave. Now.”
And with that Mr. Penn was scurrying off, Oswald’s sharp gaze following him until the doors closed once more.
Oswald leaned back in his chair, staring up at the ceiling as he pondered. Was there really a solution here? He wasn’t really worried about your work performance, of course, but now that he knew that you were into him he was worried he would make things awkward. Just thinking about you being here was making him nervous!
He knew that neither of you could just turn off your feelings, and it would be unfair to ask you to do so. It would be even more unfair to fire you, so that was certainly off the table.
Could Oswald even afford a relationship right now? Someone of his status and reputation certainly had a target on his back, and it would put one on yours too. But no one needed to know, Oswald could
keep a secret if you could…
He quickly shook the idea from his thoughts, his mind wandering to less than savory places much too quickly. One thing was for sure, though, he needed to talk to you.
Oswald waited until the next day to summon you to his office. Your heart skipped a beat when you heard the request, and before you knew it you were up and out of your chair. You were always happy to see Mr. Cobblepot, and you made sure to bring your clipboard in case you needed to take notes.
“Mr. Cobblepot?” You called as you knocked on the door.
“Come in,” He replied, eyes already locked onto you as you stepped in as if he had been looking at you through the door.
“Good morning, Mr. Cobblepot!”
Your cheery tone was an unexpected but welcome surprise. Even Oswald had to return your smile.
“Good morning, secretary. How has your day been?”
“Just lovely, Oswald, thank you. Even better now that I get to see you. How about you?”
Oswald stared at you from across his desk for a moment, a pink tint crossing his cheeks.
“Oh, uh— I-I’m just fine, thank you.”
There was a brief period of awkward silence as Oswald collected himself, tugging down his sleeves and drumming his fingers on his desk as he stood. Finally, he cleared his throat before he spoke.
“So, as I’m sure you assumed, there is something I need to discuss with you.”
“Yes, sir?” You replied as you readied your clipboard and pen.
“It’s about your work performance.”
Oswald could see the way your expression dropped. It made him feel bad for using such ominous wording, but he didn’t want to move too fast.
“It has been brought to my attention that you tend to…neglect some of your duties. Is that true?”
You paused, letting out a sigh. It was true, really, but you didn’t want to just stay that. You knew how touchy Oswald could be, and you simply couldn’t afford to lose this job.
“W-Well…” You began, carefully considering your words, “I thought I had been doing decently, but i-if I need to do more…”
“Don’t lie to me, secretary.”
His harsh tone made you flinch. You merely nodded, holding your clipboard against your chest.
“I have also been informed that there is a sort of…rumor going around about you that may be related.”
“…Rumor?”
“Yes. A rumor concerning…your, um, feelings…towards me…”
Your heart skipped a beat. Did he know about your crush? If he did, was he mad? Would he fire you? Or worse, have you killed? And if he didn’t know, what sort of horrible gossip had been going around that he felt the need to call you in for it?
“W…W-What do you mean, sir?”
You were frozen in place as Oswald began to move, slowly making his way around the desk toward you, the click of his shoes loud as gunshots in your ears.
“You know what I mean, secretary. I was blind not to see it until it was brought to my attention. It’s flattering, really, how much time and effort you put into…how did he describe it? ‘Being attached at my hip?’” His voice was like velvet on his tongue, nearly putting you in a trance as he reached forward to toy with your hair.
“I-I’m sorry sir, I never meant to—“
You were quickly silenced when Oswald put a finger to your lips. Your cheeks felt unbearably hot as he leaned in, merely staring down your face for a long while.
“Let me ask you something,” Oswald began, not moving from his close proximity, making you gulp and grip your clipboard so hard your fingers hurt.
“Do you think such feelings are appropriate for the workplace?”
“…No, sir,” You admitted. You cast your gaze downward in shame.
“I didn’t think so. Now, let me ask you something else…”
You trembled beneath his gaze, flinching when you felt his hand on your shoulder.
“…Can you keep a secret?“
“W…What?”
The sound of Oswald’s hands slamming down on the desk on both sides of you made you yelp, your clipboard and pen falling to the floor before promptly being kicked away.
“Can you keep a secret, secretary?”
You were sure Oswald could feel the heat radiating off of you. Even as you nodded, the entire situation was so surreal you were unsure if he had really said what you’d heard.
He leaned in even further, if that was somehow possible, his face mere inches from yours. Your shaky breath fanned over his skin.
“Something wrong, secretary?” He growled, voice low and deep.
“Oh, not at all, sir,” You replied in a heavy breath. In an impulsive moment of boldness you closed the gap, allowing your lips to meet his for just a moment before you pulled away again. Your eyes scanned his face, waiting for his reply.
Before you knew it he was practically devouring your soft lips, holding your face and forcing his tongue down your throat. It was sudden and uncoordinated, but that was always part of Oswald’s charm. You gladly welcomed the rough advances, throwing your arms around his neck and pulling him in as close as you could.
His restless hands ran up and down your body, looking for even an inch of skin, but that was easier said than done with your work attire.
He pulled away with a huff, turning his attention to fumbling with your belt and work pants. You decided to help him out, undoing the buttons on your shirt but not getting the chance to take it all the way off before he was done. Your pants and belt clattered to the floor, your now rock hard cock straining against your boxers. Oswald felt you up shamelessly, groping your bulge before moving on to your now exposed chest and midriff. His hands ran over every bit of skin they could find, touching everywhere he could reach, his callouses leaving your skin tingling.
“Oh, Mr. Cobblepot—“ You stuttered out, only to curtly be corrected.
“Oswald.”
“O…Oswald…” You echoed, relishing the feeling of his name on your tongue. He pulled you into another kiss for just a moment before he was moving onto your neck, tugging on your hair to keep your head back. He wasted no time getting to work, sucking and biting until every part of your neck and shoulders had a mark or bruise.
“More, Oswald—!” You pleaded in a raspy whisper. He bit down hard on your shoulder, making you arch your back and let out a broken moan. When he finally pulled away from your abused flesh, you were panting.
You both took a few moments to catch your breath. You brought Oswald down to you, pressing your forehead to his in a tender show of affection. Your free hand moved to grip his wrist, guiding his hand to where your cock throbbed in your boxers.
“Oswald…I-I need you…”
You had hardly finished your sentence before he was on his knees, ripping down your boxers and making your erection spring up against your stomach. You sighed in sweet relief.
Your boxers were quickly discarded and pushed away along with your pants and belt to be forgotten until you were done. Oswald was clearly eager, wrapping a hand around your cock and immediately sliding the tip past his lips.
“O-Oh—! Oswald…!” You whined, gripping his hair. He was never one to be patient, and you wouldn’t expect anything else.
You didn’t notice his free hand sliding up your leg until two of his fingers were poking at your entrance. They pushed in without warning, causing your hold on Oswald’s hair to tighten and making him moan around your length.
You whined through gritted teeth as he forced his digits in deeper. His movements were less than coordinated, often clumsy and certainly without a steady pace, but you didn’t mind. It didn’t matter when he could hit so deep inside of you.
More and more of your length disappeared into his mouth and down his throat. He took in as much as he could, even if he had to force himself. He didn’t care when you were moaning above him.
He soon added a third finger, each thrust somehow hitting even deeper than the last. His fingers curled just right, hitting all your sweet spots even if he had no idea what he was doing. He spread his fingers as much as he could, trying to ready you to take his cock as much as his paper-thin patience would allow.
The way you whined his name and pushed him onto your cock only encouraged him. He used every trick he could; he made a show of moaning around your length, the noises sending vibrations through you, and flicking his tongue over your sensitive tip.
Soon you could no longer grip his hair; instead you had to brace yourself against his desk to keep steady. Your nails dug into the underside of the desk hard enough that Oswald could hear the scraping, but he easily drowned it out with his own lewd noises.
“Oh, Oswald…! P-Please—“ You stuttered, legs trembling beneath you. “Please, more! I-I wanna cum…”
Oswald couldn’t give a verbal answer, but he didn’t need to. He’d taken so much of your length he couldn’t go any further, his nose bumping against your navel. He swallowed around you, taking great delight in the way you shuddered at the feeling of his throat constricting around your twitching cock.
A fourth finger prodded at your entrance and eventually slipped in, ripping a high pitched moan from your throat. It felt like each thrust of Oswald’s fingers hit deeper than you ever thought possible, and it made your head spin.
“Oswald, I-I— I’m gonna cum—“ You choked out, “I-I wanna cum in your mouth, please—!”
Oswald gladly obliged, using his free hand to steady your hips now that his mouth could do all of the work on your cock. Your moans began to grow louder despite your attempts to stifle them; at first you were worried that someone outside may hear you, but the closer you got to your release the less you cared.
You hardly even managed to slur out a warning before all at once you were releasing down his throat. Oswald almost choked, but he made himself stay until you were completely done. Even then you were still calling out his name, even if it was fizzling out into a whisper.
Finally he pulled off, releasing your cock with a wet pop. He slowly retracted his hand, admittedly leaving you feeling a bit empty. His hands found your hips as he stood, and soon he was pulling you into another kiss. You could taste yourself on his lips.
This kiss wouldn’t last long, though. He had prepped you, and now it was time for the main event.
“Over the desk, secretary.”
It took a moment to process the command. When you did, though, you were turning around so fast you nearly fell over. You pushed back against Oswald, and you could hear his breath hitch.
“Now, now, secretary…” He hissed through his teeth, gripping your hips to keep them still. “Remember your place.”
You nodded, making sure to keep still when he pulled back to unbuckle his belt. You were giddy with excitement when you heard it clank against the floor, and then the shuffle of his pants and boxers as they fell shortly after.
He was on you in a second, shifting the desk with how eagerly he pounced on you, wrapping his body around yours. He was grinding against you shamelessly, spewing filth into your ear under his breath.
“You— You, little secretary, should consider yourself lucky—“
You could practically hear the saliva pooling in his mouth; he was almost drooling over you.
“So lucky to not only be in the presence of Oswald Cobblepot, but to be allowed his pleasure?!” His voice was high pitched and raspy, as it always became when he was particularly excited.
“You, my secretary, have no idea how lucky you are!”
His ego was spilling over, unimaginably inflated by the way you shivered and mewled beneath him. You wouldn’t dare argue, though; you were quite lucky, after all. It was painfully obvious that Oswald was not exactly charismatic, and definitely no Casanova. He wasn’t close with anyone, and up until just recently had been much too paranoid to hold a relationship, not to mention he didn’t find himself particularly attractive. His ego was massive, sure, but fragile, and even the slightest bit of criticism could set him off, often leading to a self esteem spiral. Anyone else would have been pushed away long ago.
You, though, found his rough exterior to be the source of your intrigue. You’d imagined scenarios such as this one many times, but no fantasy could ever amount to the real thing. Oswald was inexperienced and overzealous, a bit inconsiderate even, but it was perfect that way.
It showed through more than ever when he was suddenly pushing into you without warning. You would have screamed if the sound hadn’t been caught in your throat.
Something like a breathy laugh that turned into a moan managed to make its way past Oswald’s lips. His breath was warm in your ears, his nails digging into your skin as he forced his length into you. He had to stop to catch his breath once he had filled you completely.
“God…I-I’ve never felt…like this before…”
“You…You doing alright there, Oswald?” You asked in a heavy breath. The question was genuine, but there was a bit of teasing behind it.
“Mind your own, secretary. I-I’ll be fine…” He muttered in reply. He shifted a bit behind you, making you squirm. What was he waiting for?! You needed him to pound you now.
All of a sudden you could feel him pulling back, and you braced yourself against the desk. He didn’t go very far, but he didn’t have to when he was shoving back into you with full force. You yelped, the entire desk shaking beneath you and causing a few things to fall over and onto the ground.
“Oswald—! A-Ah—!”
He wasted no time starting slow; he was thrusting into you with all his strength, and for a long while without proper pace or rhythm. That didn’t mean it wasn’t just as enjoyable, though. Not knowing when he would fill you again was incredibly exciting.
“You like that, baby?” He growled against your neck. You nodded in response, mouth hanging half open as you panted.
“Words, secretary!”
Oswald emphasized his point with a spank, making you jump.
“Y-Yes, Oswald! More, please!”
“More? Already?! I didn’t realize my secretary was such a whore.”
You brought a hand up to cradle his face, rubbing your cheek against his.
“Only for y-you, Oswald…”
His eyes widened for a moment before a sly grin broke out across his face. The quickest way to Oswald’s heart was to feed his ego.
“Oh my, already so obedient…I think I’ll keep you.”
He reached up to yank on your hair, even harder than before, making you hiss from the pleasurable sting. He was soon at your neck once more, biting and bruising any small spot he had missed before.
Your nails scratched and dug deep into his desk. If you were anyone else in any other situation, you would get an earful for vandalizing his expensive mahogany. This time, though, Oswald wanted those marks to be there; he wanted a permanent reminder of when he claimed you as his own (not to mention no one else would notice it, which was a welcome plus).
“O-Oswald—!” You choked out. It was getting harder to form words each passing second.
“Oswald…n-need…need you to t-touch me—!”
His hands slid around your front, starting at your chest. He toyed with your nipples, delighting in the way you mewled when he pinched them just right.
“Touch you where, secretary, hm?”
“M…M-My…”
“Spit it out!” He punctuated his sentence with a particularly hard thrust, practically forcing the words out of you.
“M-My cock—! Please, please touch my cock, Oswald!”
He couldn’t help but laugh a bit, his chuckle coming out as a sickly sweet, high pitched giggle. He gladly fulfilled your request, his warm palms sliding down your torso until he could wrap a hand around your length.
You tightened around him at the feeling, your sensitive cock twitching in his hand. It was a bit overwhelming when paired with the way Oswald was jackhammering into you, but you wouldn’t have wanted anything less.
As badly as Oswald wanted to keep you like this until the work day was over, he couldn’t hold himself back when your tight hole was clenching around him so deliciously. He picked up the pace with his hand, hoping to push you to your release before his.
Just when he had found a steady pace and some semblance of coordination, he was starting to lose it again. All he cared about now was finding his climax, and he was much too busy with that to worry about his rhythm. He left no spot untouched, that was for sure, each vein on his cock scraping against your walls. Soon you weren’t even processing each individual thrust, unable to feel anything besides the pleasure that shook you with each of his movements.
You were weak in the knees, relying fully on the desk to support you or else your trembling legs would surely buckle beneath your weight. Your pleas for more had long dissolved into pathetic moans, but you didn’t need words when Oswald seemed to know exactly what you needed.
With your release fast approaching, you managed one last request.
“Oswald…I-I want you…to fill me—!”
He groaned against your neck, his iron grip on your waist faltering for just a moment.
“What was that, secretary?”
“I want you to cum in me, Oswald! Please!”
“Oh my, so needy.” Oswald scoffed, feigning annoyance despite the shake in his voice. He would happily oblige, though, under one condition:
“Cum for me first.”
You were more than ecstatic to agree. Your tongue lolled out of your mouth in your overstimulated state, and Oswald was quick to pull you into another sloppy kiss.
You tried to warn him before you came, really you tried, but he refused to release your lips. That was okay though, because the way you writhed beneath him and the way you desperately whimpered into his mouth was more than enough to tell him you were close.
All at once you came into his palm, practically screaming into the kiss as it spilled out past his hand and onto the floor. He would have some poor janitor clean it up later.
Finally he was forced to pull away from the kiss to breathe. You arched your back into him, tensing around his cock as your orgasm washed over you. His low grunts grew louder and louder until he was drawling out long, broken calls of your name that were hardly more than drug-out moans. He was humping you like a dog in heat, far more sensitive to the pleasure you brought him than he would ever admit.
He gave no word of warning before he came either, merely one last tug on your hair before you could feel his warm seed rushing into you. With your last bit of energy you managed to scream his name for him as he filled you with everything he had.
His thrusts didn’t stop for a long while after, not until he was completely done and was forced to slow to a stop from the overstimulation. Even just the feeling of you tightening around him nearly made him yelp.
You went limp against the desk, your entire body weak and sweat dripping down your forehead. You were sore, exhausted and sticky, not to mention you could feel Oswald’s cum leaking down your legs and into your socks, but you couldn’t have cared less.
“Oswald…” You rasped out, “Are…a-are you okay?”
“Oh, I’ve never been better…you’re the best secretary I’ve ever had…”
You admittedly chuckled at this, patting his cheek and giving him a quick peck on the lips.
If Oswald could’ve stayed nestled deep inside you, he would have. Unfortunately, he was only a man, and his entire lower body was unspeakably sore. He made himself pull out, and it took all of his willpower not to collapse onto the ground.
He cleaned you up as best he could before sitting you down in his chair, laying your discarded clothes in your lap before going to put his pants back on.
“Stay here. I’ll go get you a towel and some water and whatever else you need, ok?” He planted a kiss on your forehead as you nodded. He began to walk away, but before he left he turned to say one last thing:
“Oh, and remind me to give you a big fat promotion first thing tomorrow.”
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Gotham!Penguin NSFW Alphabet 💜🖤
because there’s barely any stuff about him. i’m going through a very strong gotham ozzie phase and you all are coming down with me and this has been in my drafts since the dawn of time so i guess i’ll just finish it up
A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)
Either he falls asleep and tells you to leave if it’s just a one night stand, or he asks to be cuddled and held. He 100% has cried after doing the do, and he needs to be told he did good 🥺 He’ll also take care of your needs if he went a bit rough on you, but most of all, it’s just cuddles all around
B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)
Oswald LOVES his hair. It probably crunches under your hand if you play with it but that means he did a good job styling it. However, it’s usually very soft and fluffy, like how it was when he was with Ivy
Yours: Thighs 100%. He loves resting his head on them, caressing them, kissing them, he likes the soft feeling and how he can gently squeeze them, and have his hands on them when you’re on his lap 💜
C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)
Oswald definitely has a breeding kink. He likes the idea of having his cum inside of you and having it leak out once he’s done, he thinks it’s the hottest thing ever. Honestly, he just likes having his cum inside you, when you’re giving him head, you have to swallow.
D= Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)
Wants you to spank him with his cane. End of discussion. He wants you to bend him over for whatever reason, and give him a good spanking so he knows who’s really in control at the end of the day. (speaking of which, he’s a switch) (also inspired by a nygmobblepot fic my dear @finniestoncrane wrote pls go read it it’s called harm’s way)
E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)
To an extent. He’s quite the handsome guy, and he definitely bought sex a few times when he gained wealth. He knows what he’s doing, but at times he may need you to guide him
F= Favorite position
He loves when you ride him, or something where he can lay back. He likes the idea of being used and being able to look up at you, and it’s less pressure on his leg. He’s not opposed to trying new things, he’s taken a well liking to 69 and missionary
G= Goofy (how serious are they)
He’s not gonna make any jokes, maybe some comments that follow with a soft chuckle or smile but otherwise he doesn’t joke around, he’s just a tease 💜
H= Hair (grooming habits)
Carpets do match the drapes. They’re not too long, he regularly trims so it’s not too unruly and he doesn’t really care too much about how his hair down there looks.
I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)
It depends on his mood. If he’s had a horrible, stressful day, just expect him to go in for a quickie for stress relief and very rough and fast paced sex. Otherwise he always prefers for it to be romantic and slow
J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)
Not often! He’s a busy man, however, if he doesn’t have access to you and he’s bored in his office, he definitely has boudoir photos of you in a drawer for emergencies.
K= Kink (their kinks)
Dom/Sub dynamic, corporal punishment (on him), roleplay, sensory deprivation/overstimulation, leather/latex, any sort of cute lingerie or sexy outfits, JOI (both parties), Master/Slave
L= Location (where they like to get it on)
His bed, it’s comfy and private, but he has fantasies about fucking you at the lounge or some alleyway where he used to get pushed around by Fish and everyone else - just so he remember how far he’s come.
M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)
Usually any sort of cute outfits gets him going. Or when you come to him, practically dragging him somewhere private because you need him so bad. He loves feeling wanted.
N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)
Any sort of extreme corporal punishment on you - he doesn’t want to accidentally hurt you, but he loves a bit of spanking and gentle bruising, or as gently as he can possibly be.
O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)
When receiving, he’s telling you how good you are, being so vocal and a bit cocky to the point where he ends up throat fucking you, but sometimes he just needs some slow head so he can cum into your mouth and see how pretty you look with it dripping out.
I honestly couldn’t pick between him being a god at oral or not knowing what he’s doing at all - and to me, both are hot.
P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)
Typically he goes very slow, and if he’s punishing you, it’s painfully slow. He has his moments where he loves to go hard and fast but most of the time it’s just gentle romantic lovemaking and can last a good while, he secretly loves edging himself even without you asking.
Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)
Stated previously, if he’s stressed or angry he definitely goes rough but most of the time he enjoys spending hours with you in bed, foreplay, sex, aftercare, etc.
R= Risk (do they like to try new things)
If he thinks he’ll like it, yes. Otherwise it takes a lot of convincing
S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)
Depending on the pace, he can go from 1-2 times to around 3.
T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)
Yes!! He has lots of toys, handcuffs, leashes, vibrators he uses on himself and you, and always loves it when you bring home something new for you to try.
U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)
He’s such a fucking tease. He’ll make you beg until you’re nearly crying for him to touch you, and he doesn’t like to beg himself - but there are times when he does. You end up giving in very early though
V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)
He’s pretty loud. His breathy moans and grunts, sentences that don’t even make sense at times, his jealous and protective rambling, asking you who you belong to, all that sorts.
W= Wild card (random headcanon of any sort)
He bit people as a kid. Just putting that out there.
X= X-ray (what’s down below in dem pants)
5.5 inches, pretty thick and has a nice curve to it. 10/10 dick tbh
Y= Yearning (sexdrive level)
It’s average, however it’s easy to turn him on, so therefore it’s pretty high.
Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)
Falls asleep nearly immediately after everything is cleaned up and he’s made some tea for the both of you or whatever, he’s cuddling with you and will nap for hours.
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Pining - Part 3
Oswald Cobblepot (Gotham) x Reader
link to part 1
link to part 2
Word count: 5,120
Summary: Now that you and Oswald have gotten it all out in the open, you get to try out some of the things you fantasized about :3
tags: smut!! fem reader, kissing, oral (male receiving), Oz has a weirdly huge dick (whoops), a lil begging, a lot of teasing, dirty talk, p in v penetration, creampie, aftercare <3
warnings: smut: bj, unprotected sex, mention of post-sex bleeding (just a lil)
sry it took so long,, proofread but if you find any errors please message me!! <3 <3
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"I’m...I’m not sure,” you replied, still in half-shock from Oswald’s display of begging on his knees.
He rose from the ground, supporting his weight with his hands on your legs as he supported his bad leg. You gently held him under the elbows subconsciously to help him up.
Darting a glance around the empty club, Oswald let out a wry chuckle.
“I can start by making sure you don’t leave here without everyone knowing who you belong to,” he suggested, “and we can go from there, hm?”
You raised an eyebrow.
“How so? What’re you gonna do, brand me?” you asked sarcastically.
Oswald laughed. “No, no. But I certainly would if you let me.”
Your heart skipped a beat; not an ounce of sarcasm in his response. At least he was honest, which you could appreciate.
Without another word, Oz stepped between your legs, letting his hands rest on your thighs. He toyed with the edge of your dress, savoring the feeling of the warm skin that was just underneath it, dragging his blunt nails across your skin. Goosebumps rose across your legs; he smiled when he felt them. Seeing, feeling your body react to his touch chipped away at any lingering doubt in his mind.
He kissed you then, with much more confidence than before. He ran his tongue along your teeth before finding your tongue, lightly sucking on it.
You couldn’t help it — a moan sounded in your throat, muffled by the kiss. How must you look right now? Coming undone just from his tongue in your mouth. You started to feel a little bashful, subconsciously stopping your movements.
Oswald pulled back momentarily, his face flushed red. His fingers dug into your thighs, sure to bruise the soft flesh; exactly like he wanted to, anyway.
“Don’t be so shy, I would- god, I’d sell everything I own just to hear that sound every day,” he said. When you met his eyes, they were passionate, wild, more than obsessive.
Grabbing hold of your face, he pulled you back into your kiss. Clearly wanting to hear more of your moans, he resumed the passion of the kiss, parting your lips with his tongue. Before he could immediately take back control, you met his tongue with your own, running the tip of your tongue along the edges of his before sucking it gently.
He let out a needy moan, unable to control himself, and he threaded his fingers through your hair. You gently bit his lip before he tugged your head back, breaking the kiss and making your neck easily accessible. Before you could process what he was doing, he leaned in, biting and sucking at the soft skin of your neck.
Small, dark bruises began to emerge all across your skin as he marked you up, kissing each red spot once it emerged. Your already sensitive skin felt ten times more so now, the faintest feeling of his lips against your throat sending shivers through you. When his tongue would lap at unexpectedly delicate spots, your thighs would squeeze together unintentionally, pinning him to you by the hips; in his position, it was heaven, and only made him search out those sensitive areas more.
After a few minutes, you were panting, feeling overstimulated. With Oswald biting and licking at your skin, your core had heated up to a point where it became uncomfortable, especially with it receiving no attention. Once he decided that your neck had had enough, he ran his tongue over the shell of your ear, pressing a kiss to it before stepping back to admire his work.
“I’ve been waiting to get you all to myself,” he said, reaching out and squeezing your jaw gently with his fingers. He turned your head left and right. “Now everyone can know that I was successful.”
Your mind had been so clouded by his actions that you’d almost forgotten what he’d said earlier — everyone would see who you belonged to, no doubt.
Sliding off your chair, you pressed your body flush against Oswald’s. He inhaled sharply at the contact, locking eyes with you as he pressed his hips forward. With your back against the bar now, he pinned you where you stood. Your heart was pounding so hard, you were sure he’d hear it.
He inhaled deeply, no doubt smelling your signature perfume — you noticed him swallow thickly as he gripped your hips tightly, pulling you towards him, yet seemingly showing restraint. Despite his erection straining against his slacks, he was hesitating. He refused to break eye contact with you, and it looked like he was...searching for something in your gaze.
“What is it, Oswald?” you asked softly. He exhaled softly, looking away with a furrowed brow.
“I’m just, well-” he stuttered, pausing to collect himself, shaking his head. “I’m only surprised, I suppose.”
You tilted your head, confused. “About what?”
He forced a quick smile, trying to mask his underlying concerns. “I must seem so...desperate. I would think you’d be, well, I don’t know. Disgusted.”
You understood his train of thought. Heat rose to your face as you thought of what to say next.
“No, actually, on the contrary,” you began, moving your hand to rest against his chest.
“Hm?” he made a quizzical sound, trying to interpret your response.
“Not disgusted,” you said, “I...like the desperation. I like to know that you want me.”
His eyes bore into yours, so close to your own that you could see his pupils expanding. You leaned in closer, almost kissing him before veering your head to the left, leaving a kiss on his jaw and staying there.
“Especially since I’m as desperate as you are,” you whispered, planting another kiss near his ear.
That seemed to be all he needed to hear. His demeanor brightened again, and he grabbed your hand, pressing your knuckles against his mouth in a quick kiss.
“If that’s the case, I can show you just how badly I’ve wanted you,” he said in a strained whisper. He guided your hand to his thigh, right next to the bulge in his pants.
Ah. He didn’t want to overstep and put your hand directly on his crotch. You couldn’t help but smile…a gentleman, even when he was close to bursting at the seams.
For a moment, you considered teasing him, massaging his thigh firmly with your fingers. But you noticed his eyes squeezing shut and his hips moving almost by themselves, and you could immediately tell that teasing him at that moment would just be cruel.
You moved your hand over to his crotch, grabbing the outline of his cock haphazardly through his slacks. Oswald exhaled, shuddering, trying to maintain composure as some of the growing pressure was finally dealt with.
Stroking lazily up and down, you swooped to the side to kiss his neck, feeling yourself grow wetter at the vibration of moans in his throat. He was essentially rutting into your hand through his clothes — you almost couldn’t believe that a gangster was coming undone like this just from your hand alone.
As you pulled back from his neck, you saw his eyes still squeezed shut, sweat beading along his hairline.
“Open your eyes, baby,” you purred, letting your other hand caress his face. Slowly, Oswald let his eyes fall open. His blown-out pupils scanned your face, then ran over your body. He shut them again with urgency.
“If I l-look at you doing that, I-” he said breathlessly. You slowed your stroking, noticing that a small, wet spot of precum had formed on the front of his pants.
“What, you don’t wanna look at me?” you teased.
“N- I do, but if I do while you’re doing that, I won’t last,” he stressed.
“So what?”
He huffed, as if the answer was completely obvious.
“So, I would like to last, and n-not…” he pursed his lips, hesitating. You stared at him, unrelenting, and he groaned in exasperation. “I’d like to not cum in my pants, darling, if you could believe that.”
You grinned cheekily, releasing him from your hand and giving him a peck on the lips.
“Fine. But only because I’m feeling so generous,” you whispered.
“Thanks,” he replied tersely. He spared a glance at the front door, seeing the silhouettes of his guards outside. “Would you care to join me in my private office?”
You blinked, glancing around the room. You’d never even noticed any sort of office before.
“Lead the way,” you said, taking his hand in yours.
Oswald immediately turned on his heels and moved as quickly as he could towards the back of the club, where the stage was. Past the stairs, behind where the curtain fell, he brought you around the back and to a door, partially hidden from the side by various wooden crates. He pulled a set of keys out of his pocket and unlocked the door, gesturing for you to head in before him.
You walked into the dim room, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. The only light came from a lamp on a table in the corner, the maroon lampshade casting the room in a reddish glow. The space was small, but neat; a dark wooden desk sat in the middle, with a plush chair behind it. Two less-impressive chairs were in front of the desk, and rows of bookshelves lined the walls.
Oswald shut the door behind you, tossing his keys onto the table in the corner. You turned to face him. For some reason, you felt shy all over again — maybe the new, unfamiliar setting. Quickly looking down at the floor, you pretended to be very interested in your shoes.
“It’s- it’s, um, nice in here,” you said quietly, cringing at your own awkwardness.
You saw his shoes appear in front of your own, and you looked up, locking eyes with him. Your head spun a little, meeting his hungry gaze, unable to tear your eyes away.
“Would you undress for me?” he asked, ghosting a hand over your collarbone and letting his fingers run down your arm.
You nodded, taking a small step back and turning your back to him.
“Get my zipper, please?” you murmured, reaching up and unclasping your necklace, followed by your rings and bracelets.
You felt Oswald get closer to you, then his palms on your back, so gentle. You peeked over your shoulder, watching as he trailed his hands down your back until he reached the top of your zipper.
He slid the zipper down until it reached the end, right at the top of your ass. Taking the straps of the dress under his fingers, he slid them down your arms, letting the dress fall loosely to your hips. Before you could take it off the rest of the way, he was doing it for you, pulling off your underwear along with the dress and letting them fall to your ankles.
“I hope you don’t mind,” he said, snaking a hand around your bare waist. You shrugged coyly.
“They were coming off anyway,” you replied, which made him chuckle.
You turned back around to face him, bathed in the scarlet light of his office. Oswald swallowed the lump in his throat as he took in the sight of you, bare except for your shoes, your dress and underwear kicked to the corner of the room.
“I really could worship you,” he whispered.
Even with you being completely naked, he hardly let his eyes linger on your body, as they returned to meet yours after just a few moments.
You smiled, pulling him closer to you and running your fingers through his hair.
“Your turn, honey,” you said, tugging at his tie.
He raised his eyebrows, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.
“That’s what you want?” he asked. You could tell he was hoping you’d change your mind, but you wanted him to be on the same level as you.
“Yeah. I can help you, too.”
You undid his tie and pulled it off, folding it flat so it wouldn’t wrinkle before placing it on a chair. Oswald noticed the small gesture and smiled to himself, pulling off his jacket as you worked on his shirt buttons.
Before long, he was left in only his underwear. Boxer briefs…a choice you silently appreciated.
He looked away, grateful that his certainly red face was hidden by the lighting.
“You know, I could just keep-” he started, but you placed a finger to his lips before he could continue.
“I’d really like it if you took them off,” you said, giving him a small smile, “if that’s okay.”
Pushing his slight lack of confidence aside, Oswald voiced his agreement, pulling down his boxers, kicking them off behind a chair.
…it would be rude to stare, it really would. You tried not to, but what the fuck. The short, somewhat skinny man had what looked like the girthiest dick you’d ever laid eyes on.
“Oh,” you whispered, “oh my god.”
Oswald, unaware of what was going on in your mind, moved to shield the area with his hands.
“What? What’s wrong?!” he asked, starting to panic.
You noticed his discomfort, and immediately tried to quell it.
“No, n- I’m sorry, that was inappropriate of me, I just…” you rushed, trying to look anywhere else, “you have, like, a giant…penis. Um. I don’t…I don’t even know how that would-”
You stopped yourself while you were ahead, covering your face with your hands in embarrassment.
“Sorry, Oswald, I have really bad manners,” you said with a groan. You couldn’t believe you were both completely naked and you’d still somehow managed to make it more awkward.
You felt his hands clasp around your wrists and pull your hands away from your face. His expression was completely changed from the one of panic you’d seen before — now, he seemed to be brimming with confidence, and what looked like borderline animalistic lust.
“Tell me what you want to do,” he said, keeping his hands on your wrists.
You tried to regain your composure, wracking your brain. There were so many things you wanted to do, but one was completely consuming your thoughts.
Without another word, you gave him a kiss on the lips and sank to your knees, not letting your eye contact break. From your position on the floor, you could now really tell how thick his cock was.
“Please?” you asked, placing your hands on his thighs. He stared down at you.
“I’ll allow it,” Oswald responded, running his fingers through your hair.
You couldn’t even quip back at his teasing, you needed him in your mouth too much. Leaning in, you gave the tip of his cock a small lick, reveling in how it made him shiver. It was almost impossible for you to look away from his face…how his brow knitted, his mouth parted as he let out soft whimpers. You felt completely obsessed with him.
You opened your mouth as wide as you could and took him in, struggling to keep your teeth away from the delicate skin. A moan left your throat, muffled by his cock in your mouth. Oswald’s head lolled back, his adam's apple bobbing in his throat.
Trying to fit him all the way in, you relaxed your throat and pushed forward, letting your tongue run along the bottom of his shaft. He moaned loudly, the sound sending a jolt to your core. With your underwear off, the air felt cold with how wet you’d become, which made you feel all the more sensitive.
Oswald was looking back down at you again, his hands resting on either side of your head. His stomach flexed as you began bobbing your head up and down his cock, unable to stop drool from leaking from the corners of your mouth and pooling onto the tops of your thighs.
“S-so, ah,” he said, trying to contain his noises, “so pretty for me.”
You hummed in response, running your hands up and down the front of his legs as you attempted to take him to the base. As you did, you gagged a little, having to pull back and take a deep breath.
“Are you…” Oswald began to ask, but before the question could leave his lips, you were taking his cock all the way to the back of your throat, breathing evenly through your nose as you tried not to gag again.
You hollowed out your cheeks as you continued your movements, and the feeling grew more intense for Oswald; without meaning to, he gave small thrusts into your mouth, squeezing his eyes shut and trying to remain composed.
That wouldn’t do at all — you wanted him to come completely undone for you. You pulled your head back until your mouth was off of him completely, and you took his cock in your hand as you peered up at him. He looked down at you, dazed.
“You can fuck my mouth, if you’d like,” you said. As if to demonstrate your point, you opened your mouth wide and waited right by the head of his cock, placing both hands on tops of your thighs.
Oswald shut his eyes tight again, taking a deep breath. “Fuck, I…” he gave a test thrust into your open mouth, putting a hand over his mouth to suppress his moan. “I c-can’t…much longer.”
As he pulled back, you grinned up at him. “I don’t mind. We have all night, don’t we?”
You heard him groan deep in his chest. You weren’t touching him anymore, and you could see that his cock was throbbing, neglected now.
“Yes, certainly, but I-I want to, uh,” he took a deep breath, having to steady himself before the words could even leave his lips. “You know, like we talked about.”
Thinking back to your conversation from just a short while ago, you smirked.
“Wanna fuck me, then?” you murmured, rising from the floor to come face-to-face with him. You stood close enough that his cock was poking against your hip, and you subtly moved back and forth to provide him with some friction.
Oswald nodded, grunting quietly, but you wanted to hear more. Something about this room was starting to make you feel a little more bold.
“That won’t do, Ozzie,” you said, “you have to tell me.”
You could have screamed with glee as you heard him whimper, and saw how much effort he was putting into holding himself together.
“I…”
Staring him down, you silently urged him to finish the thought.
He cleared his throat. “I’d like to fuck you, o-on my desk. Please. Any way you want.”
Smiling, you gave him a kiss on the cheek. “That wasn’t so hard.”
Taking just a few steps back, you felt the backs of your thighs hit the cool tabletop. Thankfully, Oswald kept his desk pretty much empty, save for a few folders and a cup of pens. You pushed it all to the side, then reached for his shoulders and pulled him close to you.
The hunger in his eyes made your heart hammer in your chest. To think that you’d been pining after him for so long, not even thinking you stood a chance…and now you were completely exposed to him, and he to you. Your faces weren’t even an inch apart, when just a few days ago, you felt lucky to even have his hand graze yours when he passed you a drink.
You hummed contentedly, wrapping your arms all the way around his shoulders with a smile. He helped you lie flat on top of the desk, staying tangled in your arms as you hovered over you.
He looked down at how close your bodies were, a strained sigh exiting his lips.
“You’re sure you want this?” he asked, meeting your eyes when he said it.
“Please,” you said, “need it.”
He let out a soft chuckle, which sounded almost relieved. Looking back down at the gap between your bodies, he grabbed the base of his cock, giving a few test thrusts along your slit. Given that you hadn’t even touched yourself tonight, your sensitivity was insanely high; you shook involuntarily as he rubbed against your clit.
“You really are desperate, hm?” he questioned teasingly, seeing how your wetness gathered on the head of his dick.
“Mhmm,” you hummed, angling your hips up in an attempt to grind on him. He obliged, pressing down with his hand to create more friction between you two.
“I can’t help but recall something you told me, though,” he mused, giving you light kisses on your neck. You tried to control your breathing as your body grew hotter and hotter.
“W-what would that be?” you responded, though you knew what he was talking about already. You had been hoping he’d show you some mercy.
“Shouldn’t you know? You’re the one who told me,” he said, pressing his lips against yours with a smirk. Right as you went to kiss him back, he began to trail his lips across your skin, peppering your face with small pecks here and there. You already knew: undressing you, then kissing you all over, teasing you until you broke for him. You’d told him this part of your fantasies, and now he made it his duty to fulfill it.
You moaned when his lips reached your neck again, this time letting the kisses be long and sensual. Each time he kissed you, he would give a small bite; not hard enough to leave a mark, but enough to have you panting by the time he moved on from the area, doing the same to your breasts.
It must have only been a few minutes, but it felt like forever. Up and down each arm, over your stomach and hips, down your legs and back up again, he planted kisses all over your body, just like you’d dreamed of. By the time he reached your inner thighs, you were so turned on that your wetness was practically dripping. Seeing this, Oswald grinned, teasingly hovering his lips over your clit.
“Please, please,” you begged him hoarsely, squirming under his touch. He glanced up at you, seeing the desperation in your expression.
He stood up straight and leaned back over you, bringing his face right up to yours. You immediately tangled your fingers into his hair, pulling his head down near your shoulder.
“Don’t you remember the other things I told you?” you murmured. His breath caught in his throat; exactly the response you were hoping for. “You do, don’t you?”
“Yes,” he whispered, “obviously.”
You raised an eyebrow, tugging his head back so his face was in front of yours.
“If it’s so obvious, why aren’t you inside me right now?” you retorted.
He was already grinding against you, so close to entering you, but he’d resisted so far. His hips stuttered slightly as he pulled them back, lining himself up with your entrance.
“And you’re…I just want to make sure you’re definitely sure,” he said, mindlessly letting his free hand roam over your chest and waist.
“Yes, obviously,” you said, mimicking his attitude from before. Oswald pursed his lips.
“We’ll see how long the attitude lasts,” he grumbled as he lined up the head of his cock with your wet slit.
He slowly pushed himself into you, inch by inch. His abnormal width made the stretch uncomfortable, and you whimpered from the feeling. You noticed his eyes rush to meet yours, looking slightly worried. The second he saw that you were okay, though, he thrust his hips the rest of the way and bottomed out.
“God,” you hissed, “ah, you’re big, Ozzie.”
A smug smirk appeared on his face at your words, but it quickly disappeared when he felt you clench around his length, and his face contorted with pleasure.
He pulled out slowly, savoring the feeling of how tight you were around him, as if you were pulling him back in. Without any more hesitation, he began thrusting into you at an even tempo. He grunted quietly each time he bottomed out — music to your ears.
“Shit, you take me so well,” Oswald groaned, “like you were m-made just for me.”
Hearing this made you whine softly, your inner desire to please him ramping up at his praise. Just as you’d fantasized about, you were watching his face as he pounded into you. His forehead was slick with sweat, mouth agape as he panted, eyes even rolling at times. You already felt yourself throbbing around him as each thrust made the knot in your stomach tighten, and you held onto his upper arms to brace yourself against the rapid movements.
“Ah- fuck, wait-” you panted, “I m-might cum soon, I think.”
“Fuck,” he said quietly, using a hand to press down on your lower stomach, “already? Please, please cum.”
The downward pressure from his hand increased the sensation of his thick cock inside you, and you began breathing louder, overstimulated by the foreign feeling. The desk underneath you shook loudly as he pounded into you even faster. While that alone could have been enough to make you cum, Oswald, ever the overachiever, put his other hand to work on your clit. With surprising dexterity, he rubbed his thumb over your clit, your wetness acting as lubricant for him.
“I’m- god, I’m so close,” you mumbled, covering your mouth with your hand in an attempt to stay quiet. Even through your fingers, the sound of your moaning filled his office. Oswald increased the pressure from both his hands, giving you all the extra pressure you needed to cum.
“Cumming on my cock already, naughty girl,” he rambled, “I’ll make you- agh, fuck, I’ll make you cum every day. Any time, w-whenever you want. Cum for me, my darling, please.”
You felt your eyes rolling back, blood surging in your ears as you reached your orgasm, crying out for him breathlessly. You tore your hand away from your mouth and clung to his arm, digging your nails in subconsciously. He swore, overwhelmed by the feeling of your cunt throbbing around him.
Once you started to come down from your orgasm, Oswald braced his hands on the table again, admiring the sight of his cock sinking into you.
“Oh, god,” he moaned, “I- tell me what to do, I’m close.”
Still catching your breath, you tried to speak as clearly as you could.
“Like I s-said earlier,” you told him, “finish in me.”
He leaned over, burying his face in your neck in an attempt to hold out just a bit longer.
“You’re- fuck, oh my god, I’m going to-” he whimpered.
“Cum in me, Ozzie, cum inside,” you repeated, thrusting your hips upward a bit to spur him on.
He moaned from within his chest, biting down on your shoulder as he started to cum. You felt his cock throbbing intensely within you, his cum so hot that you could feel every bit of it pumping into you. He gave short thrusts through his orgasm, his grunting muffled in your shoulder.
You feel your muscles relax and you lie flat on the desk, Oswald catching his breath with his head on your chest. You could feel how quickly your heart was beating, and you were acutely aware that he could hear it from where he was.
“Jesus,” he said, breaking the silence. “Jesus Christ.”
“Couldn’t have said it better myself,” you sighed.
He slipped out of you after a minute. You, on the other hand, did not move from his desk. Oswald went around to the side and opened a drawer, pulling out a box of tissues, quickly cleaning himself off before slipping his boxers on. You reached out a hand for the tissue box, but he kept it in his hands.
“Allow me,” he murmured, “it’s my own mess.”
Your ears felt hot, all of a sudden. “I- well, alright.”
You looked to the side, somewhat embarrassed, despite the fact that he had just fucked the life out of you. You felt his cum starting to spill slowly out of you, running onto the tabletop. Oswald pulled out a few tissues and knelt in front of the desk. Something about this situation made you feel even more vulnerable than having sex had made you feel.
Trying to be subtle, you peeked down at him. Through the shadows, it looked like he was smiling.
“I can-”
“I’m just admiring my handiwork,” he interrupted, holding up a hand to pause you. “You lie back and relax, my dear.”
You put your head back down as he cleaned off the desk under you, then gently started dabbing fresh tissues around your sensitive slit. You felt him pause, pulling them away.
“You’re bleeding,” he stated, standing up as fast as he could manage. “I-I didn’t mean to- was I too rough on you?”
Raising your eyebrows, you sat up onto your elbows. He showed you a tissue, spotted with small traces of blood. You took a tissue from the box and pressed it against yourself, feeling the sensitive area that must have been the culprit of the bleeding.
“No, it’s okay,” you said, smiling at him, “I just, uh, I’m not used to your size. It happens.”
Oswald turned a thousand shades of red.
“Oh, I’m…sorry, I suppose,” he said softly, unsure of his words. “Do you need anything?”
You shook your head, gathering the tissues from your hands and his and throwing them into a small wastebasket under his desk.
“It’s all good, honey, just have to be gentle the next few days.”
You picked up your dress and underwear from the floor, unsure of how to proceed.
“So-”
“Did you-”
You both started speaking in unison, then stopped when you heard the other.
“You first,” you said, slipping your dress over your head to give yourself some coverage.
Oswald took a step towards you, cupping your cheek in his hand and kissing you. After a beat, he pulled away, letting his hand rest on your shoulder.
“I wanted to ask, um, if you…wanted to do this again,” he said quickly. He figured with his luck, you’d probably end up never coming back to the club after this, and he’d have to hold onto the memory of this night for as long as possible.
“Is that even a question?” you asked, surprising him. He grinned at this, and shrugged.
“Whenever you want, or, you know, you can just come here and…hang out. We can keep getting drinks, whatever you want…” he trailed off awkwardly.
You giggled, easing the tension as you pecked him on the cheek.
“Now that I know I actually have a shot with you, I’m gonna have to come here more often.”
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transformation (Oswald x monster!reader part 2/end)
okayyyyy this is the part 2 ! there will be smut like i said and fluff ;) enjoy !
warnings : smut, comfort smut, p in v penetration, oral (fem receving), sex without preservatives (please stay healthy !)
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Oswald made everyone leave after asking to amaid to take care of the mess on the floor and bed (well there was just ed and butch tbh) he made you sit on your bed and took your hands.
-y/n my dear..my muse.. i couldn't stop dreaming about the moment i could hold you again..i tought you were dead
-i dreamed about you too but.. i had nightmares too..i was afraid that you were going to kill me or leave me because of my appareance..
tears runned on your cheeks while your boyfriend whiped them with his hands
-no i could never and.. i had nightmares with you too, mind if i do something to put all these thoughts away ?
you nodded and after your permission he kissed you tenderly but hungry at the same time. It was only caresses and soft words at first some "i love you" and "you are perfect" before getting rid of all of your mutual clothing. You breathed softly while the penguin smirked after giving you a sloppy kiss
-let me show you how much i love you my queen
he licked his lips and traced his way down with kisses from your breasts to your lower region. Impatient he started automatically sucking on your clit while fingering you. You moaned his name many times, then he took your legs to have you more against him and going more further into the exploration of your womanhood
-oh fuck oswald...
your head was pressing against your pillow, a hand going in his hair while he continued to make you feel incredibly good. Your back was arching and your other hand took the sheet into your fist. You moaned loudly one last time your lovers name before cumming into his mouth without any shame. He continued to lick a little before pushing back and licking your juices off of his lips. You mewled when the friction got away and blushed when you saw his hungry look on you.
-i missed you so so so much y/n.. i'll assure we will spend more time with each other after this...
he positioned himself on top of you, putting his weight on his good leg. His arms were on each sides of your head but before he could initiate anything you putted your hand on his cheek and stroking it gently
-Ozzy..let me do something so you don't feel pain trough your bad leg
-but
-please ?
he smiled and kissed the hand who was stroking his cheek, even after all you had been trough lately and the fact it was supposed to be about you, you were still worried and taking care of him. you really were the nicest person he had ever met
-gosh i love you so much...
you distracted him with a kiss, tasting yourself in his mouth. you gently flipped him over so you could be sitting on his hips, you looked at him with a satisfying smile and him had a proud smirk. You slowly began to stroke his penis against your own sex wich made you both moan in delight from finally some friction. Oswald caressed your body with his hands, worshiping it before they crashed on your hips. You took the occasion to make him penetrate your vulva. You hissed at the feeling while he moaned under you, a flush going from his cheeks to his ears.
-oh gosh your so warm..it has be so long..you are so beautiful..
-you are handsome too oswald..
you bended over to kiss him and play with his hair. he didn't care if you got them messy, actually he liked that a lot. You started to move making you both moan into the kiss and it quickly begame hotter and needier than before. each kiss was hungry, both of your hands searching each others touch. When Oswald was feeling his balls tightening, meaning he was about to cum soon he started to rub your clit with one of his hands. You moaned and got your forehead against his, sweating and panting.
-please cum with me..make me feel like this is real and not just another dream honey..
and with that minutes after you both cummed on each other sex, your vagina milking his seed inside of you and squeezing him inside of you. You trembled and reached him for a kiss then hugged him in after-sex bliss. he got out of you, that action made you moan and some of his cum leaked from you into your legs and his.
-don't worry we will both be clean after in the shower but first..let's cuddle for a little my dear...
after a good hour of cuddling, soft words and others you both got up and cleaned each other in the shower, while changing yourself oswald had changed the sheets off and was waiting for you in bed. You got into his arms and falled asleep quickly. Oswald kissed your forehead before snuggling with you.
-i'll always love you dear...
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Sexting with Oswald Cobblepot
Oswald Cobblepot x Fem reader
Requested by: @keffirinne thank you so much for the request ❤️
Warnings: smut, might be shit because I haven't done texting stories before.
A/n: I'm so sorry for the long wait, I just got my first job and I've been working nonstop!
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Y/n is typing...
Y/n: hey Ozzy! I see your in a meeting....it would really such if I accidentally sent you a racey picture...
[picture sent]
Oswald: you're evil
Y/n: and you're looking pretty hot and bothered!
Oswald: you can see me?
Y/n: yeah, look out the window. I'm in the third window on the fifth floor of the second building to your left.
Oswald: I see you...don't do this to me.
Y/n: I can see you palming at yourself. Is daddy getting upset with me?
Oswald: I'm about to call off this meeting.
Y/n: then what would you do?
Oswald: order my men to find you, strap you down, then I'd have my way with you.
Y/n: Mmm, yes your majesty!
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Y/n leaned forward and pulled the trigger on her sniper rifle, all of Oswald's men at his conference table dropped. Ozzy's phone pinged and he looked at the message...it read...
Y/n: come find me!
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Oswald smiled and texted back..
Oswald: you can attempt, but there is no place you can hide from me
THE END ❤️
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Sub Oswald Cobblestone x reader smut
(First off this is kinda my first smut so please leave suggestions.)
TW: SMUT lol,
Characters Mentioned: Oswald Cobblepot, Gender Neutral Reader, Edward Nygma, Lee Thompkins, Mentions of two unnamed chefs
Ed and Lee are just friends in this
Oswald is very caring <3 (And a twink)
Fish is reader's adoptive mother (Before Oswald)
Sub!Oswald x Dom?Reader
Oswald x G/N Reader
2nd POV:
You were Oswald’s lover, he admired you very much. You two met back when Fish Mooney was revealed to be resurrected, you were Fish’s adopted child. Y/N L/N-Mooney, She loved you like you were her biological child, she’d do anything to protect you. It’s been a while since then, Oswald helped you mourn her death. Of course, you knew about their past but that was over and done with according to the both of them. The more time he spent helping you mourn over your mother, the more he fell in love with you. He had already gotten over Ed by then, all he wanted was you. Of course, knowing Ed since grade school, you helped them make up. The two being best friends enlightened you, you loved how Oswald and your best friend finally got along.
Ed of course lived with you two, helping to take care of the house while you two were gone. It was a particular Saturday, Ed was doing his own thing while Oswald dragged you to the bed. He was excited to finally be home to enjoy the other few hours he was going to spend with you. “Please Y/N! I need you right now.” “Okay Oswald maybe try to slow down for me, I know I know.” You gave him directions to take off his clothes if he wanted to so badly.
You took off any jewelry and put them on the bathroom counter, you went towards the bed and started removing your clothes. You had gotten to the huge bed and used his favorite ties and restrained his wrists to the bed frame. You prepared him with lube and started to kiss down his neck. “No teasing.” He whispered out, “Fine.” You slid yourself down to his hips, he was an average size, not too big, not too small. You slowly slid yourself onto him which caused him to let out a little whimper. He was so desperate for you, you whispered such sweet words in his ear, praising him. After you adjusted a little you started going slow, he liked taking his time, it was what made you two imitate.
“Faster please Y/N” You listened, of course, you loved him. You did tease him from time to time, in reality, you didn’t need to adjust to his size at all, you’ve already done this many times with him before. He lasted a good hour, every time he asked you to go faster you did. The pace was pretty fast, you loved every second of it. He was moaning out your name every few minutes, especially when you teased him. He told you he was about to cum, “Can you go for a little longer Y/N? I’m getting ready to-” You interrupted him by shushing him, “It’s okay Oswald, I’m already tired.” You slid off of him and laid beside him as you began to untie his hands. He started touching himself and finally made a mess on the sheets.
He laid down exhausted, he turned his eyes towards you. “Bubble Bath?” He asked you, “I would never turn one down, I like the Herbivore Botanical Bath salts, it's under my sink. Shall we have wine?” “Now, that's something I’d never turn down, should I get one of the maids to deliver it to the door?” “That's okay Oswald, I’ll get it myself.” You put on your shirt and something to cover the bottom half of yourself and quickly walked into the kitchen.
Ed was already in the kitchen with Lee, “Have fun?” Ed asked. “What are you talking about?” “Don’t act innocent, we heard you two,” Lee smirked while drinking a glass of vodka. “Well, I need the red wine.” “What? Have another one of your aftercare bubble baths with your precious Pengy?” Ed chuckled, you gave him a death stare. “I’m sorry! Go have fun with hubby.” You quickly walked back upstairs and got in the bath with the two glasses and the wine bottle. “I’ll order takeout, Hibachi specifically.” “Y/N/N, we already have two chefs.” “Dear, it’s their four-hour break, I’m already ordering takeout.” You laid beside him in the giant tub as the warm water had the two of you relaxed.
#oswald cobblepot#edward nygma#lee thompkins#fish mooney#oswald cobblepot x reader#penguin x reader#gotham penguin#Oswald Cobblepot smut#smut with a little plot#istg this is probably the best story i've written so far
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Oswald will want to have a child if there are quiet times, what if everything is quiet and peaceful in the underworld of Gotham and the reader offers to have a child for Oswald.
"Baby Mine" General Penguin x Reader
In truth, I think he'd want to have a child even if it wasn't a quiet time but there's certainly nothing wrong with good planning!
TW: pregnancy, reader is able to carry a child, NSFW, breeding kink
Let me clue you in on something, if you weren't already aware. That tiny touch of breeding kink he has? That comes from somewhere deep. This is a man who understands he's the last in the Cobblepot line- For better or worse.
While he's not necessarily HUGE on the idea of legacy, he does have some strong feelings about a family name "dying out." Doesn't feel right to him. Not when his family is that fucking old.
If you've been together a bit, the thought has likely crossed his mind already but it's not exactly a simple topic to bring up. That's two decades of commitment! And who knows what's going to happen in that time?
So when you offer... he jumps on it. A little too excited. "You mean it? Even with uh..." He makes a gesture towards his face. While he doesn't know anybody else in his family with his facial deformities, he acknowledges that there's that spare chance- even if it's a small one, that it could be inherited.
As long as you're on board with that possibility and that it might need to be medically handled, he's all for it! In fact, you should get on that right now. He can cancel the few appointments he actually has and you two can start.
This is where that kink is going to show full-force. Pounding into you, telling you how he's going to fill you up with his baby, and how much you're gonna like it. On softer sessions, he wants you on top to take all of him and control the speed. Holding you afterwards, your legs curled up to keep his seed inside of you. Don't you feel so good and warm with his cum in you? Doesn't it just feel right?
And when you're actually pregnant? You are going to get a constant barrage of praise. You're just glowing! Really, you're too beautiful, don't move, you don't need to do anything. His hands might be a bit callused, but they're more than willing to rub lotion into any stretch marks that might make you self-conscious.
Expect to not do anything for the rest of the pregnancy. He's halfway considering asking the doctor to put you on bed rest. Doctors appointments are routine and regular. Any weird cravings, he will bring it to you. You want a platter of lox? Him too, baby, he's got you covered.
When it's time for the baby to be born in the world, he's going to be in awe of this perfect, squirming little thing. Looks a little like him but... mostly like you. That's all he could ask for. You're going to have to remind him not to hog the baby because he could just sit there holding them for hours. There's tears in his eyes.
"...you wanna make another one?"
#dc penguin#oswald cobblepot#oswald cobblepot x reader#lowkey becoming the baby ask person which is fine it's just a little funny to me#as someone who 99% probably isn't gonna have bio kids of my own#foxwriting#he doesn't get crying emotional often BUT WHEN HE DOES#smut
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can you write gotham ozzie x reader?? like, their first time together and all; smut obviously, but with kinda feelings (we respect our emotional short king)
‘OFF TO THE RACES,
-GOTHAM!OSWALD COBBLEPOT X READER-
⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; Oswald embraces his rather crude interests.
⋆ tags/warnings. GOTHAM!oswald x female reader. SMUT! (with feelings) PORN WITH (some) PLOT! I can’t stop writing oswald smut fics to lana del rey songs. Oswald being soft,,,and a bit rough. He’s a gangster, after all.
♫ “My old man is a bad man, but I can't deny the way he holds my hand / You are my one true love” Off To The Races by Lana Del Rey
You stare at him from across the table. God, you love this place, and you know he does too. His luxurious mansion and a banquet full of food parallel to you.
It feels like home to you two. And he’s been riding on a high ever since the both of you aknowledged your feelings. He still remembers it like yesterday- the way your eyes lit up. The way this feeling of sheer adoration, love, admiration; was reciprocated.
But somethings different tonight. You can’t quite place it. He’s at least eight feet away from you, fidgeting with his cain like how he did before you admitted your feelings to eachother. He’s stuck in his own head, and a blush dusts his perfect freckled face. He refuses to meet your gaze, and in his other hand, he lazily stirs a glass of brandy in his palm. Every now and then, you catch him looking into the swirls of the glass.
It surprised you, how much he drinks when somethings on his mind. Not to mention, he typically didn’t ask you to dinner like this. No, not now that the two of you were dating. This type of behavior was reserved for those flustered days beforehand- not now.
Your almost scared he’s going to break up with you. Let you go. Do something rash. Does he think you betrayed him or something…?
You tap your fingers along the side of the table. The food infront of you has gone uneaten, both of you anxious.
Finally, his blue-green eyes look up- and he clears his throat. He looks at you through dazed, hooded eyes. He’s obviously a bit tipsy from his drink, but not over confident. You almost jump at the sound of him. You cross your fingers and pray for the best.
He stares at you and his eyes narrow, feigning confidence. But in a way, his lip quivers, betraying how nervous he is to speak.
“Y/N. A man comes to a crossroads in his life, and he has to make a choice. Does he choose safety and cowardice, or…does he opt for courage, and risk everything?”
You take a beat as you follow his words. It almost sounds rehearsed. Just what the hell was he saying?
You can audibly hear him swallow.
“A man, ahem, also has…needs. So to speak.” He clears his throat again. “I choose courage. What I’m trying to say is-“ He sucks his teeth, almost rolling his eyes at himself. “The thing I’ve been wanting to ask you all day long is…”
His voice gets caught in his throat like a fish out of water. He continues to stare at you incredulously, almost horrified with himself for not being able to speak. You go to prompt him- before the dots connect in your head. The crimson blush on his cheeks. The fidgeting.
A man has needs.
You let out a loud bark of laughter, interrupting his crestfallen scilence. He immediately looks even more terrified, mouth opening and closing in surprise at your outburst.
“Y/N!” He tries to reprimand you, but it wavers. He’s flustered beyond belief, sure he’s made a fool of himself. “Why are you laughing?!” He weakly demands, a clear expression of dread on his beautiful face.
Through soft chuckles, your laugh dies down. “Are you asking to sleep with me, Oz?”
He’s rendered slack-jawed at the bluntness of your response. He immediately goes to defend himself, as to not sound offensive or vulgar.
“What?!? No-“ He quickly denies, before catching his breath and closing his eyes in a huff. “Yes.” He says quietly through gritted teeth.
It makes you chuckle again, and if his pale skin could get any redder it would. He glares at you now, obviously feeling a bit rejected.
��Okay, well you don’t have to laugh!” He squawks. The grip on his drink is so tight you can see his knuckles go white.
You realize that laughing might not have been the best idea. But you can’t help it. The man set up a dinner to ask his own girlfriend to sleep with him. It’s…sweet. Very gentlemanly. You flash him a smile.
“No, Oz. Trust me, I want to. It’s just…we are together now. You don’t have to ask me to dinner like you’re courting me in the 1800s. If you want to have sex, just say so.”
He’s stunned into scilence, obviously still a bit embarassed. He wants to explain himself. That he isn’t used to this. That he doesn’t want to offend you. He doesn’t want to lose you.
You realize you might have to make all the first moves for now. You quickly stand up from your seat at the table, and he watches your every move like a hawk.
“What are you-“ He goes to ask- before you stand over him. You offer him your hand, and nod.
“Bedroom.” You lower your voice to a whisper. Through utterly confused and stunned brows, he stares at you, before standing up in a hurry. He smooths his suit jacket down and spins his cane in his hand; quickly following you in a hurry out the dining room.
It started painfully slow, his hands messily stripping you of your clothes. His nose bumped into yours while the two of you kissed, his teeth clashing against you in a desperate and needy attempt to be closer. But you knew- every moment and kiss and too gentle peck placed against your skin was all out of love.
He got hard almost embarrassingly fast, and he knew it. But how could he help himself? The woman he loved was about to open her legs for him. You two were going to become one. What could be more fitting for his one true love? The amount of pleasure the act could bring you both had been on his mind for days. But he couldn’t necessarily just…ask for it. For one, it was embarrassing. And two, he’s fairly inexpirenced. That much he was sure everyone could see.
His lips ghosted over every inch of your skin, kissing you like his life depended on it. He worshipped you, eyes widening when you laid bare before him. He took in the sight, mouth agape as he stared intently at every curve of your body. You shuffled needily under his gaze, and felt his cool hand trace a long stripe down your chest to your slit.
You gasped when he inserted a finger suddenly. Without giving you time to adjust, he musters a pitiful “I’m sorry,” in a whisper. Oh, you can see right through him. He’s not sorry at all. He’s been waiting for this on the edge of his seat for the past week, you’re sure. And you’re happy to give it to him. Especially when his hand reaches a spot inside of you that makes you mewl underneath him.
The sound of your wet slick fills the room. You can tell he’s smiling at the sound, confidence finally spurring him on.
He hums at you underneath him, and quickly undoes his trousers in a much less elegant fashion than he had undressed you. No, now all of his moments are hard and fast. He keeps his suit jacket on, keeping himself clothed. You don’t see his cock, but you feel it peirce you in a swift movement.
The both of you let out an embarrassingly loud moan at this. You pray Olga is in a room much farther away.
He buries his face into the crook of your neck, soft grunts following as he thrusts slowwwww. You thread your hands in his hair and trace the light muscles in his back, and you hear him panting. He’s already getting close.
Only a few more seconds pass, before his whole body stills- and you know he’s cumming inside you. He becomes rigid in your hold, his hands grasping at the sheets and your body hard. You let out a yelp at the bruising grip, and feel his load in between your thighs as he slips out of you.
He lets out another series of “I’m sorry”’s, and these are much more genuine. He can’t bare to look at you, finishing so quickly. But you felt so good. So tight. And he hasn’t done… this in a long time.
You gently shush him, and feel him press soft ghosts of kisses to your head. Oh, he’s embarrassed. Let him catch his breath.
A few more moments pass and he’s lifting himself up on his elbows, looking down at you.
Your confused as to why he’s staring until he enters you again.
He places his forehead against your own, eyes closing. He gasps, sweat tainting his brow. You let out a loud moan at the feeling of being stretched out again- you know this must hurt for him. He must be overstimulated beyond belief. Not to mention how quickly he got hard again.
…But you think a part of him loves this. The feeling of his partner clenching around him, the feeling of the walls of your cunt grasping onto his cock. It makes him feel needed. The joining of your bodies and minds. After this, he is yours for eternity; like a dog on a leash. Just as you are his.
Prepare yourself, this is just the begginning. He intends to stay up all night claiming you like this, for many more nights to come.
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2022 Penguin First-Line Fic:
“Ah ah ah! The cuffs stay on til you learn how t’ behave, kid”
"Ah, ah, ah! The cuffs stay on 'til you learn how t' behave, kid."
Pulling against the fuzzy cuffs which encircle your wrists to keep your hands raised and pinned against the headboard, your eyes widen in faux-concern.
"But, Oz," you whine as your legs spread even further to entice him back to your willing frame, "how am I supposed to make it up to you if I can't even touch you?"
He remains kneeling between your splayed thighs and from this position you can see the bright red scratches which are still threatening to bleed as they decorate his wide shoulders.
"Should've thought of that before tearing me up, sweetheart." Oz replies and his words are just as sweet as his thick knuckle traces down your exposed slit, the digit quickly coating itself in your shameless arousal. "Now I get to finish off my meal without the distraction."
"Ozzie, babe, this is really unfai-" you begin but the words are lost to a choked gasp as his greedy mouth resumes it earlier ministrations against your cunt, your body writhing in place as it remains restrained by the cuffs.
Send me a sentence and I'll write the next 5.
#oz cobblepot#the penguin#oz cobblepot x you#oz cobblepot x reader#oswald cobblepot#penguin#penguin x reader#penguin smut
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hey gotham fandom how many of you have read the nygmobblepot fucking in the morgue fic and how many of you are willing to be subjected to it for science
#there is neceophilia#terrible amounts of it#so#tw for that ig#gotham#gotham smut#edward nygma smut#nygmobblepot smut#nygmobblepot#edward nygma#the riddler#riddlebird smut#riddlebird#gotham riddler#gotham penguin#oswald cobblepot#oswald cobblepot smut
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Neighbors to Fucking
Someone new moves in next door to the Cobblepots. Oswald just hopes their better than the loud downstairs neighbors.
Luckily for him it's someone sweet, hot, and very bold int what he wants. One thing leads to another and suddenly Oswald's standing in his binder tell Ed he wants everything the other boy can give him.
“Mother, I think someone’s moving in next door! Do you care if I go see?” Oswald called to his mother as he pulled on his maroon sweater.
“Of course baby, be careful though. Might be some hussy coming to try and take you away! My very handsome baby boy!” Mrs. Kapelput said and pinched at Oswald’s soft cheeks. Her boy smiled and pulled away.
“I know mother, I’ll be okay. See you later.” Oswald said as he fixed his sleeves and took a glance at himself in a small mirror.
He opened the door and poked his head out. There were only two apartments on this floor. Theirs and one more. It had been empty for a while.
Perhaps though someone cool was moving in.
Hopefully someone quiet.
The people below them were loud. Talking, stomping, bad music, rude language, loud sex. It was dreadful. Horribly dreadful.
Oswald was always quiet and light on his feet. He’d been told a quiet child was a good child when he was a toddler by his babysitter. It had stuck with him.
He snuck out to the hallway, absentmindedly squishing his bottom lip between his teeth.
The door was open a crack and a box was set outside of it. Oswald ventured closer to it to heard some commotion inside the room. He peaked to see if he could see but then the door was wide open and a disheveled looking boy was standing in it.
Oswald was surprised but couldn’t take his eyes away from the beautiful brown eyes, neat brown hair , void of a few loose strands, high sharp cheekbones, the boy was taller than him by at least half a foot. All slim and sharp and neat and pointy.
Finally the other boy finished looking at Oswald in the same way and smiled and stuck out his hand. A sparkly perfectly paper white smile, all straight and amazing…
“Edward Nygma, nice to meet you.” Oswald smiled and shook his warm tanned hand. A very nice hand, strong and warm, and oh his heart was on fire.
“Oswe- Oswald Cobblepot, I live in the other apartment with my mother. It’s been a while since we’ve had a new neighbor.” Oswald struggled, face painted a deep red at both the fact lord pretty boy very pretty boy and that he nearly screwed up his own name.
Edward stood there smiling down at him for a moment before clearing his throat and looking away. Oswald came back to himself and huffed a breath and recovered.
“Do your parents live here too or…?” Oswald asked nervously as he twiddled with his cuffs.
“Oh no I moved out by myself. I’m apprenticing at the GCPD.” The burnette chuckled out, he found it amusing that the boy thought he was younger.
“Oh… how old are you? I’ve gotta be older than you.” Oswald said and put a hand on his hip. There was no way Edward was older than him. His laugh kinda got under Oswald’s skin too, it made him want to sass.
“I’m twenty.” Edward stated and Oswald just shook his head.
“No” Oswald stated.
“Um… yes I turned twenty a while ago actually. Why? How old are you?” Edward asked, curious about the shorter boy. He was an odd duck. Looked like an odd duck, spoke like an odd duck too.
“Nineteen. You look like a baby! You’re like twelve, you're just tall.” The black haired boy teased and looked the other up and down.
“You are the baby though. It’s only a year though… I bet we can hang out or something. If you wanna get outta your place you can help me unpack if you like.” Edward offered. He had only met some of the men who worked in the GCPD. No one his age, no one half as cute as the other boy. Plus he had a lot of stuff to unpack.
“Oh yes! Sounds fun, I like being nosy.” Oswald said giddy as he hopped gently on his good leg.
-0-0-0-
“Can you play it again? I was almost asleep.” Oswald jokes from the other boy's couch. Ed was so good at playing the piano. He loved to come over after dinner and listen to him practice.
The smooth rhythm always lulled him into a near sleep, he’d never slept over anywhere other than his own house but Edward’s lovely playing on the old piano always got him nearly there.
“If you want you can sleep over here. We could watch a movie or something?” Ed offered from where he was stretching his arms above his head. He liked hanging out with the other boy. He was cool, knew a lot about odd stuff, was good to talk to, and yeah it was nice having such a cute guy around. Especially one who gave such nice hugs.
Edward was sort of sleepy himself. He’d made a pretty filling dinner and he’d walked all over the city during the day. A movie and a sleepover seemed like a great way to end the day.
Ed turned to see Oswald pulling his shoes back on and nervously backing toward the door.
“Oh I’m actually- I have stuff to do tonight actually so I better get going actually. Bye Ed!” Oswald said in a hurry and slammed the door behind him, leaving the brunette in a bit of a shock.
“Oh alright. Bye Ozzie see you tomorrow” Edward said to the backside of the door. Well… he could always watch a movie by himself.
But as he watched some stupid old gangster movie with his old blanket wrapped around just himself he realized he sort of… craved the other boy’s presence.
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“I want to kiss you.” Ed said and looked at Oswald who was sitting in the chair. Oswald coughed choking on air and looked over at Ed and his perfect posture and sculpted arms.
It was a warm day, too warm, scorching really. Ed’s terrible air conditioning barely kept it below baking in the small apartment so they were in the Cobblepot residence. Oswald had only slightly better air conditioning and had his standing fan.
They were dressed in only slightly above skimpy clothes. Since Mrs. Kapelput was out, Ed was dressed in his plain white undershirt and his boxer shorts adorned with small green and black stripes. Oswald tried not to oogle but he’d given up. Edward was very pretty. Strong, lean, tan, handsome, manly… very nice on the eyes.
Oswald himself was wearing his own boxer briefs, dark purple with black elastic at the top, and a three sizes too big t-shirt with a penguin embroidered on the breast.
“What!” Oswald croaked, his face turning to a burning red, and Ed patted the seat next to him. As if it was just an offer to share a soda.
“Kissing. I want to kiss you.” Oswald stared at him with his mouth open a bit and his eyes wide but moved to sit in the spot Ed had patted. It was as if his feet moved on their own, his heart racing and his mind blank.
“I like you Ozzie, I think you’re pretty, I want to kiss you. Do you want to kiss me?” Edward asked with a light hint of amusement in his voice.
Oswald got a sick feeling in his stomach and he nervously pushed his arm against his side where his binder dug into his squishy side.
“Just a little one, a little kiss” Edward coaxed and brought his hand up to the side of Oswald’s face, cradling his warm cheek.
“Okay” Oswald breathed and let his eyes close as Edward leaned in.
-0-0-0-
“Can we kiss again tomorrow?” Oswald asked dreamily as he held Edward’s hand by the door. Edward leaned down and kissed his cheek.
“We can kiss every time you come over. We could do more than kissing too.” Ed whispered into the other’s ear which just made Oswald blush a cherry red and turn towards his own door.
“Oh um… kissing you is good.” Oswald mumbled and walked back to his own door, leaving the older boy to get ready for work. Definity not because he was getting ideas about… more than kissing . Definitely not.
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“Ed, Ed, quit.” Oswald struggled to pull away from his boyfriend's warm body. His lips and teeth felt so so good but were just getting too low on his collarbones.
Ed pulled back with a disappointed look and looked up at his boyfriend who sat so perfectly in his lap. Oz was just so soft and warm and that ass … fucking plush .
He was plush all over. Covered in the gentle scent of baby powder and plain shampoo he used. And the small whimpers and pants he let out only drive Edward closer and closer to tearing his jeans off.
“Too much baby?” Ed asked and rubbed his thumbs on the others hips, bones covered by a perfect layer of pudge. He didn’t want it to be too much. It wasn’t nearly enough for Ed. He wanted more. Needed more.
“I just it’s-“ Is all Oswald could get out before tears started rolling down his face. He wanted Ed so bad. His thighs were sticky with how much he needed Ed.
Ed pulled him into a hug and kissed his cheek. Salty tears sticking to his lips when he pulled back.
“It’s okay, we don’t have to. You know I love doing this too.” Ed said in a smooth loving way and Oswald just shook his head and whimpered out a-
“I want to” and Ed just rubbed his back and hummed. Vibrating up through his chest to Oswald’s, like salve on a burn, Oswald just sniffled.
“I want to also. But I don’t wanna see you cry. Well at least not like this.” Edward said with just a hint of innuendo at the end as he nuzzled into Oswald’s cheek.
The black haired boy wiped at his face and almost chuckled to himself.
“I just like you so much” He said and let the scent of Ed’s kiwi body wash float up into his nose. It always seemed to calm him down.
“I like you too.” Ed said and let himself trace up the side of Oswald’s pale neck, teeth grabbing onto skin every so often creating little marks in their wake.
“Would you like me if I wasn’t a boy?” Oswald whispered so quietly Edward barely even caught the anxiety riddled question. He pulled back and looked into the denim blue eyes of the other.
“I’d like you if you were a cat… but I’d rather not have sex with a cat.” Edward tried to ease the other boy’s palpable anxiety.
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“You take off yours first.” Oswald said and watched Edward smoothly pull his plain white t-shirt up over his head to reveal his tanned slightly toned body. Beautiful tanned toned muscular manly body with a light trail of brown hair leading down his pants and a deep v-line basically begging to lead somewhere down below his jeans…
“Well that’s not fair.” Oswald said and looked down at his own soft tummy covered by his black button up and dark purple sweater. He never specifically felt bad about his body in that way but ugh… he could never compare.
Ed smiled and unbuttoned his black slacks.
“Will it be fair if these come off too?” He said and started to push them down over his ass.
Oz nodded and chewed on his bottom lip, watching Ed push them down over his thighs and kick them off when they pooled on the floor. He was only wearing a pair of green boxer briefs.
Long slender tanned legs, a few small scars on knees and a longer one across his thigh.
Beautiful.
Ed flexed a bit and turned to show off his body. Smooth, tan, muscular, perky ass, and noticeable bulge making Oswald feel even more inferior.
“Fair enough to get a peek at you now?” Ed asked and moved to stand in front of the fully dressed boy. Oswald swallowed and conceded. Barely able to keep his eyes above his collarbones.
“Just… ugh I hate you” Oswald said and Ed snickered as he watched Oswald pull off his sweater then hesitate on the buttons of his shirt.
Ed stepped up to him and kissed him, slowly and warmly, lovingly , grabbing his pale clammy hands and moving them to his own sides.
“It’s alright. Wanna feel your skin on mine.” Ed said and Oswald could barely breathe as he felt the dips and curves of Ed’s body, all the way to the paths leading down to his soft short happy trail.
Ed was so warm, strong feeling, sturdy, his breathing was even and his heart was beating steady and true, it nearly made Oswald dizzy. Ed was everything .
Ed kissed him gently and thumbed open the top two buttons and moved to suck a mark on Oswald’s shoulder. Until he got stopped by a strap and then he simply moved to the other side and thumbed open the rest of the buttons.
Ed stepped back with a kiss to the shorter man’s lips. Noticing Oswald was trembling, tears lazily running down his face, he looked like he was holding himself there by sheer willpower. Like he wanted to run away.
Oswald stood there, shirt open exposing his soft porcelain pale belly and purple binding top.
“Adorable” Ed said before pulling Oswald chest to chest with him and kissing him deeply again, their tongues mingling together. Their mouths tinged with the taste of salt from the short boy’s tears but was soon chased away with the iron whisper of blood as Edward sucked harshly at Oswald's bottom lip as he pulled away.
“Can I take it off Ozzie? It’s not safe to keep those on during such… strenuous activities.” Edward asked and ran his fingers along the bottom band of the binder, noting in his mind that it was indeed far too tight and far too worn. A proper new one would have to arrive in the mail soon.
He was lost in thought he nearly missed his boyfriend’s whispered question.
“Am I still a good boyfriend?” Oswald asked in such a serious way it nearly hurt Ed’s head to hear.
“’Course” Ed whispered back and looked into the ocean blue eyes that were still red rimmed. Oswald swallowed, audibly, and nodded, pulling a brave face.
“Go ahead.” Oswald said and relaxed his arms, allowing Edward to pull the bottom of the binder up and over his head and over his arms.
Oswald closed his eyes, looking as though he was anticipating a slap to the face or worse.
“The best boyfriend,” Ed said, kissing Oswald’s eyelids. The shorter boy gasped, his lips falling open a bit at the gentle touch.
“Most handsome” he said and kissed down the side of Oswald’s neck, hands laying on his hips. Gripping only so gently, squeezing just to feel the warm flesh between his fingers.
“Brilliant” Ed said and kissed down the other’s collarbones and toward the center of his chest. Ed was bending down on his knees, one small drop and he could be face to face with the treasure hidden under Oswald’s black jeans.
However Oswald’s trembling hands on his shoulders drew him back to stand.
“And all mine” Edward said and pulled Oswald toward him and kissed him deeply.
Their chests met and Oswald gasped as his tender nipples grazed across Ed’s torso. He whined and almost whimpered at the way his breasts squished against Ed’s flat stomach.
Oswald wasn’t… well he was. He was busty . He hated it ever since he started developing breasts. They were big and heavy and in the way and made his shoulders hurt and made bra straps dig into him and he just hated it. He hated them even more when he figured out he was a boy. They were like neon signs saying he was born a female.
However, Edward was like a dream.
Nearly E cups and Ed was ignoring them. He rather let his hands run up and down Oswald’s back, warming trails under them, down the dip to his waist, where his whole body pinched in in a rather feminine way, and to grab a handful of ass. Oswald jumped when Ed’s hand creeped into his back pocket to grab his ass.
However he was getting lost in the way Ed’s hands were traveling across his body, the way they were pressed together, the way Ed was fucking moving and grinding against him.
When he moved again to kiss at Oswald’s ear and suck on his earlobe.
“Are you okay with it?” Oswald whispered, needing reassurance as his thighs became sticky and his body burned alive with need. He couldn’t even help that he rocked his hips up with the rhythm Ed had set.
“What’re you okay with?” Ed asked and pulled back from where he was mouthing and biting, to give Oswald another deep kiss. He moved his hands back up to cradle Oswald’s face.
“I dunno… want you to- to touch me. Wanna take my pants off” Oswald said quietly and Ed chuckled.
He let his hands move to lay under Oswald’s breasts. Heat practically radiated from them, begging to be played with and held. Oswald looked down at Ed’s hands, and back up to his eyes a few times in confusion and shock. Rosy faced and kiss swollen lips causing Ed’s cock to throb in his underwear.
“Ozzie, do you want me to touch these?” Ed asked, fire in his tone.
“Yes” The other boy breathed out and Ed was on him again. His hands gently cupping his breasts and thumbing at his nipples. Oswald winced and Ed pulled back only a bit.
“Tender, um the binder it makes them tender.” Oswald explained breathlessly and Ed nodded and kissed him a few more times before moving to take a knee in front of him. Ed kissed around his slightly fuzzy stomach as he unbuttoned and unzipped his dark jeans.
He yanked them roughly down off Oswald’s pale legs, loving the way his thighs jiggled with the motion, the way his lavender briefs were discolored with wetness, the way his scent was so intoxicating Ed barely noticed his hair was being pulled.
“ Yes , please Ed, just, ah, just touch me. Touch me there.” Oswald begged as he gripped the brunette's gel wet hair. Ed bit into one of those plush thighs and hummed.
“Bed, bed and I’ll make you really cry.” Ed practically growled out and Oswald let out a high whine and pulled at Edward, his hair, his shoulders, his hips, until they were kissing again.
Then Ed was pulling Oswald forward as he took steps back until Oswald was breathless from kissing and being spun around and laid flat on the bed.
“Say you want it, say you want me, tell me what I can give you” Edward panted from the foot of the bed. He was burning up.
His cock was straining against his underwear as he stared down at his beautiful boyfriend laid out and wanton. Oswald was… more beautiful than anyone else Edward had ever been with or had ever even seen. His blushing pale skin was lightly dusted in barley there freckles, traveling from his cheekbones down over his shoulders and few adorned the top crest of his breast where they laid against his rapidly rising and falling chest, each breath making them move like waves, his pink nipples pointed and hard in the cool apartment air, his belly begging to be nibbled at, caressed, and at the precipice of his tender plush thighs where his briefs laid low on his hips, the wet fabric clung to the delicate skin underneath. Ed salivated at the sight of Oswald’s folds under the thin fabric.
Oswald didn’t know what to say, what to do, he was melting and freezing all at once, gripping at Ed’s soft worn sheets. He’d never let anyone see him like this, let one touch him. It was… Ed.
Ed was everything.
“Everything, Ed. I want you to give me everything.” Oswald finally begged and watched as Ed grinned and climbed onto the bed like a cat. He was hovering over Oswald, letting their noses caress for a moment.
“Ozzie, I can’t hold myself back anymore. You’re killing me.” Edward said in a near begging voice and let one hand grab at the other’s underwear.
His mind was rolling, twisting and bending all at once. He was made of need. His cock was taking over his brain, it was terrifying.
And exciting.
Oswald was nodding and let his own hands push at the offensive green fabric of Edward’s underwear.
“Yes, yes, off, off ” Oswald moaned out and finally let himself be okay with what was happening. He was going to have sex with Ed.
“What a good boy” Ed whispered into Oswald’s ear before sitting back on his heels to pull both their underwear off. Kicking his own off the bed.
Fuck… Oswald was somewhere else when that left Ed’s lips. Some other planet. Somewhere where his cock was throbbing and Ed was the only other thing that ever existed.
And he didn’t come back to actual Earth until Ed was cradling his weak, melted body against his own panting chest whispering in Oswald’s ear.
“Eddie…” Oswald whispered in a thick fog of wondrous pleasurable afterglow.
“Hey, my love, are you okay? Are you awake now?” Ed asked and rubbed his hands across Oswald’s belly. The short boy hummed and rolled onto his side to nuzzle into Ed’s chest. He then realized three things.
He was wearing a pair of underwear that were absolutely his own.
He was wearing a shirt that was absolutely not his own.
His insides fucking hurt.
“Eddie, ugh, hurts” Oswald whined and pushed at his own stomach, low over where his cervix was bruised and slightly bleeding. The small mark in his underwear later would confirm that, yeah, Edward made him bleed.
“I’m sorry, baby. Was I too rough? You just sounded so… oh , so beautiful.” Ed said and rubbed his hands across Oswald’s back covered in one of Ed’s own oversized sleep shirts. Oswald just whined and felt very very tired.
“Wanna sleep Eddie. Wanna snuggle.” Oswald said in a whiney nearly childish voice and shoved himself harder into Ed’s body.
Ed just hummed and relaxed back onto the bed, letting Oswald lay half on top of him. He’d fucked Oswald till the other boy had actually cried so no wonder Ozzie was so tired. He’d cum at least twice with Ed’s cock buried inside him and the brunette playing with his small cock.
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> Oswald Cobblepot (Gotham)
✧ Series ✧
Pining
— You love going to Oswald’s club...usually with dates. After a rather gruesome date one night, you start going alone, hitting it off with Oswald. One night, the two of you drink alone together, and get it all out in the open...you’ve both been lusting for the other, and you decide to do something about it.
Part 1 ❤️
Part 2 ❤️ ✨
Part 3 🔥
Gotham Blues
— You and Oswald meet when you both work for Fish Mooney, and you form a close relationship. Because Gotham is...Gotham, you end up separated from one another. When you find him again, he sends you away unexpectedly. Even though he broke your heart, you hold out hope, and you get a little possessive of him. In part two, Oswald gets possessive, too.
Part 1 🌙
Part 2 🔥🌙
Looking Out for You
— Oswald shows up at Fish Mooney’s as her new umbrella/errand boy, and you want to show him the ropes of the club. He seems to be finding it difficult to adjust, but you promise to look out for him while he finds his way.
Part 1 ✨
Part 2 🌙 ✨
{♥ still in progress ♥}
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༺♥ Drabbles/Oneshots ♥༻
Drunk!Oswald (oneshot)
— Oz comes home from the club drunk, you take care of him <3
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Drunk!Reader (oneshot)
— Oswald convinces you to come to his club, and sends Victor Zsasz to pick you up. You get wasted trying to keep up with Zsasz’s drinking, and Oswald helps you out.
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“Pawn Shop Blues” angst (drabble)
— When Oswald unexpectedly goes back to Arkham, you wait for him to make a big move and break out again. You wait...and wait...and wait. Eventually, you have to sell some old gifts just to get by. (Based on some lyrics from Pawn Shop Blues by LDR)
link 🌙
New Uniform (drabble)
— For some reason, Oz got you a new “uniform” for the club, but it’s...less than professional. You eventually pry out of him why he wants you to wear this.
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Love is Weakness (drabble)
— Oswald has been home less and less. Finally, you confront him about it, and he breaks down in front of you.
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> Bruno Madrigal (Encanto)
✧ Series ✧
Modern!Encanto AU
— You don’t have the heart to tell your best friends, Isabela and Dolores, that you’re hooking up with their uncle. In an effort to get his attention, you end up making Bruno jealous, even sort of angry...he decides to teach you a lesson.
Part 1 🌙 ✨
Part 2 🔥
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Sick!Reader (drabble)
— You’ve been ill for a while. Bruno takes care of you, but sometimes, you want to decide what’s best for yourself.
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Every Man Gets His Wish (oneshot)
— Bruno finds it hard to tell you how he feels, so he spoils you with gifts instead.
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Be My Daddy (oneshot)
— Set in modern NYC, you meet Bruno on a rough day. He takes you on a date, and you quickly realize that he’s filthy rich. (Mostly platonic, flirty)
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> Rock Lee (Naruto: Shippuden)
✧ Series ✧
All These Years (discontinued)
— Available to read on Wattpad. You fall for Rock Lee after he helps you out of a tough situation. Mostly fluff, eventual smut in the last chapter I wrote!
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Real Penguins Make Do - BTAS Oswald Cobblepot x Reader
Summary: You decide to bring a new toy into the bedroom. Oswald is more than happy to oblige. GN reader. (The title is from a joke on the Arkham Discord)
Word Count: 2.3k (I'm so sorry)
Warnings: Ovipositors, slight breeding kink, dom/sub dynamics, dom!reader, Oswald's trust issues
It never failed to amaze you how authoritarian Oswald was in his day-to-day life juxtaposed against how, frankly, needy he was when alone with you.
Oswald's whole body shuddered beneath you, even without having been touched, and you thought to yourself, not for the first time, how lucky you were to get to see him like this. With his poise and dignity stripped away, leaving him bare and raw and open. Only you would ever know how touch-starved he truly was, how he'd preen under the smallest scraps of affection.
"Such a sweet boy..." Your voice was barely above a murmur and you gently touched his cheek, smiling at how his head subtly tilted into your palm. His eyes were already soft and glassy as he looked up at you with that lovestruck grin that always appeared when you held him like this.
"And what do you have planned for us tonight, my turtledove?" You could tell how hard he was trying to retain his usual smooth, collected tone, but the tremor in his voice was unmistakable.
"And ruin the surprise? You'll find out as we go."
And, god, that worked exactly as you had hoped. All the air escaped his lungs in a reverent 'oh' as his pupils dilated.
"W-well," he swallowed thickly, "I am yours to do with what you will."
"Mm, I already knew that." You twisted your fingers into his hair and pulled, relishing the drawn-out whine that you elicited. As much as you loved cradling him in your arms like this, you did have a plan to get to. "Alright, pretty boy, I want you on the bed, legs spread."
Oswald nearly tripped over his own feet in his rush to obey.
Once situated, he looked over at where you were standing, brow furrowed in confusion. You were holding what he could only assume was a sex toy, but the shape was unlike any he had ever seen before. The length didn't seem terribly intimidating, no more than six inches, but the thought of how girthy knot at the base and the little bumps that covered it would feel inside of him made Oswald whimper and unconsciously rub his thighs together. The strange part, though, was the hole in the tip that seemed to go all the way down the toy and the clamshell container you held in your other hand.
Still, the fact that Oswald had no idea what he was looking at only made him impossibly harder. He hadn't requested this. You were bringing this into the bedroom entirely of your own volition, because you wanted to use it on him, and that thought alone made Oswald dizzy.
At this point, he was convinced that there was almost nothing he wouldn't eagerly let you do to him. While he had gotten a lot better about it over the course of your relationship, there would always be some lingering doubts as to whether you were only with him to use him, or worse, out of pity. So, if you wanted to do something that normally wouldn't interest him, that only made it all the more appealing. He could know with certainty that you were doing it for yourself, and that, no matter how hard it was to imagine, he was desired.
Oswald was wrenched from his thoughts by your hand settling gently on his thigh, and he couldn't help but gasp softly at the touch. God, he must look so pathetic like this, and yet, he couldn't find it in himself to care.
"Ozzy?" You set the clamshell down on the bed so that you could hold the toy in both hands. "Do you know what this is?"
Oswald shook his head, eyes widening as he took in the sight properly. It was even more intimidating up close, and he had to bite his cheek to keep from moaning out loud.
"You can touch it, if you'd like. It's called an ovipositor." He tentatively reached out to touch the bumpy surface, and you smiled before opening the clamshell. Inside were yellow, translucent eggs. "These are made from gelatin. That way they'll dissolve if they get stuck."
"Get... stuck..." Oswald looked between the eggs and the toy as it slowly dawned on him what it was designed to do. A shiver ran down his spine and he squirmed in place. "Oh, lord have mercy..."
You snickered at his reaction, but he was too dazed to care. You squeezed his hand lightly to pull him out of it. "Colour, baby?"
His eyes flicked up to meet yours and he swallowed, nodding once. "Green. Very green."
You brought his hand up to your lips and kissed his fused knuckles gently, smiling at how his already red face turned nearly purple in embarrassment. "Alright. Don't hesitate to tell me if it's too much, okay?"
Oswald nodded, breath quickening as you nudged his legs apart once again. He heard the squelch of lube being squeezed onto your fingers, but even with that warning, he still jolted when he felt your fingers press against his hole.
"Please..." he whispered, though what he was begging for, he wasn't sure.
You smiled down at him, and Oswald had to close his eyes to keep from swooning. As always, he opened up beautifully for you, eagerly accepting your fingers as his hole readily stretched to take more, as though he had been made for this. You'd mentioned that last bit more than once before, and even as he hit your shoulder indignantly in response, his cock invariably betrayed him.
Now, though, you decided to spare him the teasing, and he was silently grateful for it. He was already showing you far more vulnerability than he'd be comfortable with were it anyone else. Still, that didn't stop him from arching his back with a soft wheeze when he felt your fingers brush against his prostate.
His eyes opened a fraction, still heavily lidded, and he looked up at you with an embarrassing squeak. His eyes flicked down to the toy in your hands and he licked his lips in anticipation.
"You ready, honey?" Your voice pierced through his haze like an arrow and he sucked in a breath. He waited for a moment before answering, wanting to drink in every moment, every soft gaze and kind word, until they drowned the ghosts of his past in their sacchirine flood.
He was not, however, a patient man, so it was only a few seconds before he was nodding frantically, biting his lip until a metallic tang burst on his tongue. He knew how pathetic he must look, how ashamed he ought to be, and yet, with you, he couldn't bring himself to care. Need washed over him like an oppressive cloak and his mind could only repeat you, you, you in a broken prayer.
Slowly, (far more slowly than Oswald would have liked, and yet, the strange tenderness of it could make him cry), you began to inch the toy into him. It started off easy. Most of the toy was smooth and gently tapered, so it slid into him with little resistance, and for a moment, he allowed himself to relax.
Then he reached the knot. The toy doubled in girth at the base, and Oswald threw his head back against the pillow with a soft thump, choking on his own spit. The bumps were tantalizingly prominent, and he swore he could count every single one of them as they dragged along his inner walls. His hands scrambled for purchase on the sheets and he keened helplessly, his hips twitching and writhing of their own accord, only to cause the toy to shift inside of him and repeat the cycle all over again.
Once he had taken it in to hilt, you stopped, allowing him to get used to the new sensations. By this point, he was babbling incoherently and his chest was red and splotchy from arousal. You smiled down at him and cupped his cheek in your hand, and he leaned into it without even seeming to realize it.
"Colour, Ozzy?"
His forehead crinkled in dismay at having to try to get something coherent to leave his mouth, but he managed a weak, "G-green..."
You smiled your approval, and Oswald felt like he was flying. Then the toy began to move.
The sounds leaving Oswald's lips as you fucked him with the ovipositor were absolutely broken, and it took him a moment to even realize they were coming from himself. It was all too much, far too much, and yet if you stopped, he thought he might die. The toy plunged deep inside if him, but the knot was what really broke him. It slid in and out, stretching his hole to the limit and then suddenly releasing it in rapid succession. It was so fast, so brutal, and yet the dramatic texture ensured that he felt everything. Squeals that he would surely be embarrassed by later fell freely from his throat and he alternated between begging for you to slow down and fuck him harder. You did neither. You took him at the pace you wanted, and when your free hand held his hips in a bruising grasp to stop them from moving, he could only moan.
"You're such a good boy. Taking it so well for me," you cooed, your gentle tone juxtaposed painfully against what you were doing, "Do you want me to pump you full of eggs, baby? Want me to breed you?"
And fuck, he never stood a chance, did he?
Oswald was too lost in his own pleasure to respond verbally, but he nodded desperately, and you noted the way he squirmed with every word. You smirked as you realized you may have awoken something in him.
"Yeah? You want to carry my eggs for me? Incubate them just like a real penguin?"
Okay, maybe that last part was a little silly, and you snorted internally, but Oswald didn't seem to notice. His eyes were glazed over and hazy and could only whimper in response, reaching up to cling to your shoulders with trembling hands.
You lined one of the gelatin eggs up with the ovipositor and pushed it down the tube. Oswald cried out and kicked his legs frenetically. He could feel the egg as a lump inside the toy slowly working its way to the tip, as though it were pulsating. When the egg popped out the tip, he felt it slide in deep as his hole swallowed it down greedily. Vaguely, your comment about the potential for the eggs getting stuck echoed in his mind, and he moaned at the thought.
One by one, you pushed the eggs through the ovipositor slowly, watching him writhe and gasp with every one. By the time you were lining up the last egg, tears were blurring his vision. He felt so full, in ways that he had never experienced before, and he was holding his orgasm back by his fingernails.
"P-please... please... I-I need..."
You smiled at his incohesive prattling and bent down to kiss his forehead, noting how he whined just as sharply at the affection as if you had grabbed his dick.
"Just one more, Ozzy. Just take one more egg and you can cum. Think you can do that for me?" you said gently, running your free hand through his hair. You were getting it greasy with lube, but with how much he was sweating at this point, it didn't seem to matter much.
His breath was quivering and he looked on the verge of weeping, but he nodded meekly in response.
"Good boy."
The praise sent a shudder down his spine, and it took all of his concentration to hold back as he felt the slow movement of the egg inside of the toy working its way into him. He looked absolutely wreaked, and as soon as he felt the soft pop of the egg being pushed out of the toy, he screeched in white-hot pleasure and finally allowed his climax to overtake him. His whole body convulsed as he rode it out, almost looking as though he was being electrocuted, and you couldn't help but take hold of the toy to fuck him through it.
For Oswald, the next several minutes were an exhausted blur, and the next thing he knew, he had been cleaned off with a wet towel and was curled up against your chest. He clung to you with slow, shuddering breaths and slowly looked up to meet your gaze.
"Good?"
He nodded his assent and hid his face in your shoulder once again. "Mm. Very good." His voice was hoarse, and he found himself being gently pulled away from you to have a water bottle held to his lips. He begrudgingly took a few sips, then returned to his prior position with a soft sigh.
"You did so well for me, my sweet boy," you said with a smile as you put the bottle back on the end table, then began to gently play with his hair, "I wasn't easy on you, but you took it so beautifully for me. I love seeing you come undone."
Oswald grumbled, vaguely embarrassed, but you could feel his smile against your skin.
"Hey, you know I love you, right?" You cupped his face in his hands and gently nudged his chin upwards so that your eyes met. His cheeks were red, but he looked content.
"I do," he agreed quietly, and that alone made your heart soar before he could even say it back. It had taken you ages to reach this point, to gently repair the trust that had been shattered by so many others before you. Still, your chest did warm as you heard his meek: "And I love you."
You ran your fingers along his cheekbones to his temples as you leaned forward to gently kiss the tip of his nose, torn between finding the broken gasp it elicited adorable or heartbreaking. Even with how far you've come, it would take far more for him to truly believe that he was worthy of love. You knew that. But until that day came, you'd just have to love him enough for the both of you.
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