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In The Midnight Hour

Chapter Four: And It Feels Like Home

>chapters one, two, three

Summary: Reader is taken to Falcone's office and beaten within an inch of her life.

Words: 1,808 (kinda short but I wanted to give y’all at least a little bit! one more chapter left :))

Warnings: kidnapping, extreme violence, death threats, major character death, degradation, religious imagery, hurt/comfort (18+)

“I thought you made a deal, boss?”

Voices ring in your ears and blood drips out of your nose and mouth. There’s no light and you can’t tell if it’s because the room is dark or if your eyes are shut.

“I only made that deal to placate Oz, he’s a fuckin’ schmuck if he thinks I’m just gonna let her go.”

You groan and try to roll over but your arm shoots out in pain, and a squeal of agony wretches its way through your throat. You’re too delirious to recognize the voices, your ears sound all fuzzy and you can’t see anything.

Tears begin to roll down your face as you gently prod at your eyes, they’re almost fully swollen shut. Someone has been wailing on you for a very long time it seems.

“Oh, look. The bitch is awake!” A rough voice says near you, it only gets closer. You can feel the wretched breath on your neck, it reeks of whiskey and tequila. A delicate touch follows the trail of your tears, slowly beginning to scratch the tip of their nail into your skin.

You cry out in pain, your eyes beginning to open just slightly. A sliver of light blinds you, and Falcone's face comes into view. His face is deep red, he’s seething as he stares daggers into you.

“How fucking could you?” You begin to shake and whimper as he grabs you roughly by the shoulders. His grip is excruciating, you can feel bruises forming already. “You let him fucking slobber all over you like a dog, you WHORE. DID YOU THINK I WOULDN’T FIND OUT?”

You can’t think, all you can do is scream, cry, and whimper. He begins to laugh at you.

“I just can’t wrap my head around it, angel.” He leans back a little, sitting on his knees beside your trembling form. “He’s fucking incompetent, he’s an idiot for Christ's sake! What does he got that I don’t, baby?”

Falcone grabs you by the throat and makes you look him in the eyes. He’s waiting for an answer, squeezing your windpipe periodically.

“I said, what does he got that I DON’T?” Falcone shouts and it makes your ears ring. Your mouth is dry and you can barely form words in your head but you mutter an answer out anyways.

“A heart.” Your throat begins to feel like it’s closing.

He doesn’t seem to enjoy this answer.

He grabs you by the sides of your head and begins slamming your head down onto the floor. You can’t stop screaming. Everything begins to go by in slow motion.

The air flows around you like nothing is happening, the sun shines into the office. It bounces orange and yellow light all around you, it looks so beautiful.

Stars begin to form in your sight, you can’t hear anything and you can barely focus your eyes but Falcone hasn’t let up. You feel so helpless. His hands make their way back to your throat, he pushes his thumbs into the front of your esophagus, and it burns. Your lungs feel like they’ve callapsed, your vision is even blurrier than before and you’re sure you’ve lost more than a few brain cells at this point. All you can see is the rage in his eyes.

The elevator door dings.

“CARMINE.”

Oz steps in, he’s fuming. There’s a gun in his hand. Falcone only stops once he hears Oz’s booming voice and his brace clinking against the floor. He looks up at him in awe.

Oz looks ethereal. The sun shines down on him like a halo.

A vague idea enters your head. Your gaze flickers to Falcone; Adam. To the gun; The Apple.

And finally, to Oz. A great, big, powerful Serpent.

A loud bang echoes through the office. A heavy weight falls onto your chest, and slickness splatters onto your face. Your heart is beating so fast, you’re finally free.

Your eyes fall shut and you can’t open them anymore.

Waking up in a hospital is jarring, specifically because you hadn’t expected to wake up at all. But the sterile white walls, the linen covers, and the fluorescent lights weren’t entirely unwelcome.

There’s a brace on your arm and on one of your knees, but you don’t feel any pain. You look at your injuries in confusion, why didn’t they hurt?

“They’ve got you on a lot of painkillers, sweetheart.” The rumbling voice cracks as it speaks. You look over to your left, Oz is sitting in a chair that looks much too small for him. There’s a pillow and a blanket next to him, as well as a cup of water and some magazines. He looks tired like he hasn’t taken his eyes off you in days. “Wasn’t sure you were gonna wake up, doll.”

Oz begins to choke up, he looks ecstatic that you’re awake but he just can’t stop crying. You don’t remember much of what happened. All you can remember is the pain… and the sun.

You don’t see the sun now though, it looks to be pitch black outside, like it’s the middle of the night. Oz reaches a hand out towards yours, he holds your hand gently.

“I-I’ll call the nurse, sweetheart.” He stands up and presses a button next to your bed.

“Did you kill him, Oz?” You ask as he freezes in place, hand still hovering to your side. He looks at you, visibly stiff like he wasn’t prepared for the question but simultaneously like he knew you were going to ask it from the moment you woke up.

“Yeah.” He clears his throat. “Yeah, I did.”

He sits back down and waits for your reply, watching every tiny twitch of your face to gauge your reaction.

“Good.” You whisper out, eyes closed and leaning back into the barely-comforting cushion of the hospital bed. It feels like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders, you feel light and free like every chain that had been holding you down finally snapped.

He snorts out a small laugh, but when you sneak a look at him he looks incredibly solemn. You’re sure there’s a lot of stuff that has unraveled, or been brought up, because of his killing Falcone. The foundation of his business has become shaky and fragile, plenty of people are going to try and make a feeble attempt at the newly opened job position.

But none of them will be nearly as fast as Oz.

“Oz?” You call out to him softly, watching as his dejected eyes raise to meet yours. A fire burns in the pit of your stomach, a sense of pride and determination flares within your chest. You take a deep breath and look him, deathly serious, in the eye. “This city is yours now. No one can take it from you.”

Oz sits up at attention, he looks at you bewildered. He secretly shudders at the realization that you definitely just read his mind. He tries to gain his composure, sending a cheeky, almost shy, smile your way as he rubs the back of his neck.

“I wish it was that easy, sweetheart.” He chuckles dryly, but stops abruptly at the resolute look in your eyes. You’re not trying to reassure him… You’re stating a fact. One that seems to be very near and dear to your heart. Oz sighs, looking at you softly.

“Thank you.” He whispers.

A few seconds go by of you both staring deep into each others eyes, before Oz comes back to reality. Just as he opens his mouth to say something else, the door handle jiggles slowly before a young women enters.

She’s dressed head to toe in purple scrubs and it makes you squint a little at the vibrant color. She says something in greeting but you don’t hear much of it, tuning out very fast as she does a routine check of your health. Asking you basic questions.

Apparently, you had been unconscious for around three days but they had kept a vigilant eye on you, and reassured Oz that you would be awake in no time. Oz had also kept a vigilant eye on you, the nurse says this after he leaves the room to fetch you something to eat.

“What?” You ask quietly, looking at her quizzically. You’re sure there’s much more important things he could’ve been doing, but the blanket, paper cup of water, and discarded coat where Oz was sitting tells a different story.

“Yeah, he barely left your side. Only really left to go the bathroom and begrudgingly get food at the insistence of myself.” She giggles a little, not noticing the expression on your face.

“Oh.”

She leaves a little while after that, only really making small chit chat after she’s assessed that you’re in fairly good shape considering the circumstances.

Of course he would stay, you think. It would be out of character for him to just leave you, a crumpled heap of a person on the floor. Although he had wanted to kill Carmine for a very long time, there was very little chance he would ever do it if Falcone hadn’t tried what he had.

The thought of Oz wanting to save you makes you blush, the heat in your face doesn’t seem to go away even as Oz enters the room with some food for you and himself.

He smiles at you, not a smirk but a real, true smile. He brandishes the plain hospital food for you to see, and your heart beats rapidly in your chest.

“The nurse said you could be discharged from the hospital today, doll.” He says as he sits down in the chair beside your bed. He hands you something to eat, before relaxing into the chair. “And uh, well… I was wondering if you’d come stay with me for a while, sugar.”

That takes you back a little.

“What? Why, Oz?” You ask in confusion.

“Well, I don’t mean this in a rude way, doll, but I feel like every time I take my eyes off you, you get the shit beaten out of you.” Oz chuckles dryly, but he looks nervous. “I just, I worry about you, y’know? Don’t want you to get hurt no more, especially if it’s because of me.”

“It wasn’t your fault, Oz…”

He doesn’t look convinced, but before he can argue the nurse comes back in. She looks shy and apologetic for interrupting, but she steps further into the room anyways.

“Your paperwork is all finished, you’re free to leave.” She says with a gentle smile, and as Oz and yourself nod she walks back out swiftly.

Oz looks at you, he seems to be thinking very deeply before he says:

“C’mon, doll, let’s get going.” He stands up and helps you get ready to leave.

#here y’all go!! one more to go!#i’m going to start writing more often so hopefully these will get out faster im so slow lol #oz cobblepot x reader #oswald cobblepot x reader #farrell!penguin #farrell!penguin x reader #the batman (2022)#my writing

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riddledwithrats · 3 months

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WIP TAG GAME!! :)

rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! tag ya friends

thank you @writingjourney for tagging me!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

i have two wipes for Ghost!

Lots of wips for Batman lol (batman blog: @riddledwithrats)

and some for Metalocalypse! (mtl blog: @normanblowup)

I think I’m gonna tag: @gravehags @portaltothevoid @angellayercake @foxybouquet (if u guys want to of course :))

#my wips :)#so u know i’m actually still writing for this blog 😭

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riddledwithrats · 3 months

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🐧🖤 Finnie's Reeves!Verse Penguin Masterlist 🖤🐧

all of my fics, headcanons, prompts etc. for farrell!penguin 🔞 MINORS DNI 🔞 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi

🖤 fics over 1k words 🤍 fics under 1k words 💜 headcanons/prompts/drabbles/ficlets 💚 other

💚 NSFW Alphabet 🖤 A Glimpse 🖤 Daddy's Got You 🖤 Daddy's Sweetheart 🖤 Decent Proposal 🖤 Don't Let It Happen Again 🖤 Don't Worry Baby 🖤 Helping Touch 🖤 Manhandled 🖤 Naughty or Nice 🖤 Not Finished Yet (accidentally deleted, reblog) 🖤 Re: I Miss You 🖤 Reassurance (Commission) 🖤 Rescue Me 🖤 Right Where You Want Me To Be 🖤 Start Again 🖤 Chick: Part 1 🖤 Chick: Part 2 🤍 Along For the Ride 🤍 Be Quiet Sweetheart 🤍 Brief Affair 🤍 Don't Write Checks 🤍 Don't Write Checks: Part 2 🤍 Don't Write Checks: Part 3 (Conclusion) 🤍 Do You Think You Deserve This? 🤍 Fashion Show 🤍 First Course 🤍 Hello, Gorgeous 🤍 Honey, I'm Home 🤍 In The Nick Of Time 🤍 It's Only Make Believe 🤍 It's Only Make Believe: Part 2 🤍 It's Only Make Believe: Part 3 🤍 Kiss, Kiss, Kiss 🤍 The First Night 🤍 The Last Dance 🤍 Open Up 🤍 Perks of the Job 🤍 Perks of the Job: Part 2 🤍 Petals 🤍 Poor Ozzie 🤍 Red Light 🤍 Ride 🤍 Scars 🤍 Sit Still 🤍 Sleepover 🤍 So Cute 🤍 Tight 🤍 What Are You Supposed To Be? 🤍 You Look Good 🤍 Your Body Drives Me Crazy

💜 Crying 💜 Fluffy One-Shots 💜 Making Out: Headcanons 💜 Meeting S/O 💜 Misc. Headcanons 💜 Mistletoe Mix-Up 💜 No Nut November 💜 No Nut November (Follow-Up) 💜 Oyster Date 💜 Pebble Proposal 💜 S/O As Santa 💜 Used Underwear 💜 Wildcard/Caught Staring/Kissing/Flirting 💜 Would You Still Love Me If I Was A Worm?

#read thru all of these for like the fifth time #god i gotta get back into writing!! i miss writing him!!

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riddledwithrats · 3 months

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okay but consider this right.. like.. dano riddler (chubby eddie for short) but with like.. let's say, idk.. just picking this out of thin air.. a bimbo. 👀

and obviously he doesn't know what to do because i can't talk to women but she just finds it endearing and sexy times and titty sucking 😏

Easy, Eddie

Dano!Riddler x Female!Reader, word count: 3k let's go let's go let's GO bestie honestly, allow me to indulge myself because i'm about to have this sex-positive bimbo cutie show this idiot how to loosen the fuck up and have some fun 💚 also this was longer than i meant it to be i got carried away and super aroused request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: oooooooh ok good god there is some groping, titty sucking cos you asked for it, pervy!eddie, shy!eddie, naive!eddie, chubby!eddie, confident!reader, bimbo!reader, instructional, guiding, kinda awkward but he gets into it

“I hate to rush you, Eddie, but I gotta close up early if I want to get out of here in time to make the last train. Funny, when you break up with someone they refuse to come pick you up after work. I wish I had considered that beforehand.”

He jumped in his seat when you called over, your voice probably too loud, echoing through the diner as you were the only two people there. Thursday evenings were your favourite, because you always closed, and Eddie was always there to keep you company. He used to come in every night, but despite his inoffensive behaviour, and adorable little face, the other waitresses seemed to take a dislike to him instantly, so he made sure only to stop by when you were serving. Which suited you well, because you’d developed a bit of a crush on him.

Quiet, polite, and definitely a bit naïve, he was very different to the men you usually encountered. There was something almost animalistic, predictable, boring, about the fact that men like Eddie refused to approach women like you. As though being tall, blonde and ample in specific areas meant you would immediately reject them. It was a notion unfortunately bolstered by straight men who believed that women fell into very specific categories and were not in fact multi-faceted beings.

At first, you’d worried Eddie might be the same, the way he avoided eye contact with you, spoke to you in short sentences, as though someone like him wasn’t even allowed to look at someone like you, let alone speak to you. But he opened up when he realised you were just as human as he was. Yet, he was still very awkward around you, despite your growing friendship. A lot of that could be put down to his obvious crush. You noticed him, he wasn’t exactly sneaky. And you weren’t exactly discouraging him. On Thursdays you wore a shorter skirt. You suffered through the day in patent heels. You always wore your shirt with one extra button undone, bending over the table to pass him his coffee, or his 6pm slice of pumpkin pie. You winked, you giggled, you lightly touched his arm. Anything to see his soft, round cheeks turn pink, to hear him stutter his way through a thanks, and to see him watching you out of your peripheral vision for the rest of the evening.

You doubted that he noticed you staring at him though, which was difficult to conceive given how much of your day was spent dreamily gazing at his sweet, chubby features, his cute little tummy in his button-down shirt, the way his soft hair lightly grazed the rims of his glasses, how he pushed them up every so often as they slid down his nose, his eyes staring down in concentration at his puzzle book. The way he never said goodbye but waved to you through the window once he had already left. The way he held your tip in his palm before handing it to you, so you could feel his warmth. Hell, even the way he struggled to make eye contact or say anything to you was so endearing and weirdly attractive. Eddie was adorable, and if you hadn’t been with someone, you would have snapped him up in an instant. If you thought for a moment that he would ever let himself be with you.

As you watched him pack up his pens, your phone buzzed in your apron pocket, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“Shit.”

Eddie looked over at you, stopping what he was doing, but not saying anything.

“Trains are cancelled. Wonderful. Nothing is ever easy in this shithole, is it?”

He smiled, a small, quick gesture, and went back to tidying up.

“It’s raining.”

Eddie looked out the window where he sat and nodded.

“Can you just keep an eye on things while I get changed out of my uniform? I don’t want it to get wet, I have to wear it again tomorrow.”

Again, a silent nod.

You were quick, checked shirt and jeans, uniform in your backpack, blonde hair up and out of your face, less likely to get completely ruined in the rain that way. As a goodbye gift to Eddie, you had left the buttons undone, a ridiculous amount of cleavage on display. You pretended not to notice his lingering gaze, the way his mouth was open slightly, pupils blown out watching you jiggle as you tidied up the last remaining dishes from his table.

“I drove…here.”

You turned to him, stopping your swerving walk and turning to face him.

“Oh?”

“I could…drive you…h-home?”

You stepped quickly to the counter and tossed down the dishes. Rushing back from behind it over to him, practically jumping.

“Oh, Eddie! Yes please! I absolutely hate being caught in the rain!”

“I-it’s no problem…really.”

“Don’t be modest, you’re my hero! I could just kiss you!”

Immediately, he hid his sheepish look from your gaze, facing the floor and picking at the sleeves of his thick coat.

“Well, I don’t think I should hold you back any longer, we can just head now?”

Eddie left first, waiting on the kerb as you locked up, silently gesturing to his left with his arm suggesting that’s the direction in which he was parked. The walk was short, but the silence was still a bit awkward. You wondered whether to lighten the mood, but the rain was harder now, and you didn’t want to scare him out of offering to take you home. And the notion of getting into the warm car and sitting close to Eddie was proving to be a very exciting prospect. As you pictured your arms brushing against him, his slender fingers around the steering wheel, grazing your thigh as he reached for the gear stick, you could feel yourself blushing in spite of the cold.

Eddie took a few quick steps ahead of you, unlocking the car and opening the passenger door for you. You offered him a little curtsy before getting inside. The car was old, a bit beat up, but the interior was immaculately clean, and it smelled like Eddie. Plain, unscented soap and a mild deodorant, the lingering scent of coffee underneath it all. You found yourself inhaling and let out a giggle at how silly you were being. You were completely smitten by him, and all it took to truly realise it was the lure of being truly alone with him, away from the possibility of a customer interrupting you.

Eddie joined you in the car after putting his soaking coat in the boot, adjusting his mirrors and seat, though surely no one had touched them since he was last in the car. He placed his hands at ten and two on the steering wheel and wrapped his fingers around, uncurling them and curling them several times before starting up and driving off.

“I can give you directions if you need them?”

“Oh…if you tell me the street, I’ll know how to get there…I have them all memorised. Just a…stupid thing.”

“That’s really cool, Eddie. You’re so smart!”

You gave him your address, watching him close his eyes at the next red light before nodding, obviously searching through his wonderful brain for the best route and committing it to memory before opening them again.

The journey would be long, which you were thankful for. Any length of time alone with him was wonderful, but this would be enough to get some conversation in, had Eddie not been so focused on driving and so socially uncomfortable that all he offered were one-word answers. But you found other entertainment, enjoying watching him out the corner of your eye, staring at your breasts as they jiggled, the old car’s suspension not doing any favours for comfort over the bumps in the road, but definitely providing something for Eddie to be distracted by.

And you stared back. His arms, which usually looked so slender, seemed much thicker, stronger, with the way he tensed them to hold the steering wheel. His stomach spilled softly over his seatbelt, begging to be prodded or held, so soft and cute. And it was getting difficult to ignore his crotch, as the longer you drove, the more you bounced around, the more he stared, the more obvious it became that he was definitely enjoying the view.

It was cruel to tease him, but it was too good an opportunity not to. From your pocket, you produced your lipstick, opening it up and stretching to apply it in the mirror above you, leaning into him slightly. He inhaled, taking in your scent, your breasts brushing lightly against his upper arm. As you went over a bump, you conveniently let go of the lid to the gloss, dropping it at Eddie’s feet. The car came to a stop at a light and you seized the moment.

“Sorry, Eddie! I’m making a mess in your nice, tidy car, let me get that.”

“No, that’s ok y-o-ok…ok…”

You leant down between his legs, head resting on his thigh, arm brushing against his stiff length, softly grazing past his lower legs as you fumbled around, straining, making the exact right noises, listening to his whimpers from above you. It was cruel, definitely. But the thought of him losing his mind over you, the slightest of touches, even a glimpse at you enough to have him hard and whining, was doing a lot for your ego, and for your arousal. When you sat back up, closing the lip gloss and pocketing it, you could feel it, the slight, slick feeling in your pants against your swollen lips.

There was no way it was Eddie’s intentions to get you alone in the car, to take advantage of you. He was too sweet, too scared, to plan something like that. But you weren’t above taking advantage of the situation you found yourself in, and when he pulled up behind your building in the parking space in the alley, you shifted in your seat to face him.

“Thank you so much for the ride, Eddie.”

“Y-you’re welcome, it was nothing.”

“It wasn’t nothing, it was such a long way, and now you’ll no doubt have to double back to get home.”

“Well, yes, but-”

“But nothing! How can I repay you?”

“You…you don’t need to give me gas money. It’s really alright.”

“Hmm…I wasn’t really thinking gas money, I had another idea in mind.” You smiled at him playfully, reaching your hand over to his thigh, gripping it between your fingers before sliding up and up, holding your palm to the strained bulge in his pants and giggling, looking into his eyes which were filled with what could only have been a mix of terror and desperation. He leaned away from you, back thudding against the door of the car, arms to the sides and hands clawing at whatever surface he could find.

“I don’t think…you shouldn’t do that…”

You pouted, eyes large, sad, as you stared into his behind the lenses of his glasses, now lightly steaming up.

“You don’t like it, Eddie?”

He was quick to try and recover from what he assumed was an insult to you.

“No! No no no! I…really like you…it! I l-like it but…you shouldn’t…you don’t have to do that to me…w-with me…”

“Why not, Eddie?” You placed your palm back against him, wrapping your fingers around as much of him as you could, teasing at the button and zip as he gasped and swallowed his saliva.

“Because…because you’re…b-beautiful and I’m n-not-”

You placed a finger against his lips, undoing the button of his pants as you spoke.

“You’re so cute, Eddie.”

His cock was free of his pants, your palm wrapped around it as he whimpered, eyes pressed tightly shut as his breath shakily fell over his lips. You began stroking it slowly, his face lit by the streetlamp above only, but you could see the edges of his lips curling into a smile under your touch. Under his breath, he let himself mutter some words of thanks, gratitude, as though he were to be eternally grateful to be allowed this pleasure. Each time he spoke, anytime he moaned or whined, you couldn’t help but reply in kind. He reached out his hand, letting it fall on your shoulder before he caught himself and snapped it back.

“No, Eddie, you can touch me.”

“I don’t…”

“I want you to.”

He stared back at you, eyes falling back in his skull as you slowed your strokes, tightening the grip and stretching the skin back, his head flushed and slick with precum, twitching in your hand.

“Where do you want to touch me, Eddie?”

He didn’t speak, but his eyes briefly flitted, tellingly, to your breasts. With a soft, but warm laugh, you reached your free hand out, grabbing his and placing it on your breast, pressing him into you, waiting until he wasn’t withholding anything, fingers digging into your ample flesh before you let go and started undoing the buttons of your shirt.

Eddie let out an audible gasp as the shirt fell open, exposing your breasts to him. And in a move that caused your stomach to tense up, he fell forwards, his other hand now grabbing at you, his lips clumsily against yours in an awkward and unpractised kiss. His sudden bravery, the passion behind the way he lapped carelessly at your lips with his feverish tongue took you by surprise. You let go of the grip you had of his cock and threw your arms to his face, trying to hold him steady and in place, as he kept twisting around, unsure of how to kiss properly it would seem. You hummed into him when he found the right pace though, groaning when he let his fingers fall to your nipples, teasing them softly at first, but intuitively rolling them harder between his fingers as your moans deepened.

Suddenly, he was no longer shy Eddie from the diner. Or maybe he was slightly less shy Eddie from the diner at least. Whatever had come over him though, you welcomed it, as his kiss trailed from your lips to your chin, down your neck and stopping short of your breasts, where he looked up at you through his fogged up lenses, hair messy and slightly matted to his sweating forehead.

“Can I...?”

You nodded, hand drifting to his head as you let your fingers drag through his soft hair, holding him into you as he kissed down your breasts, mouth stopping over your nipples, soft lips around them and tongue circling them before he started sucking, mewling against your skin, a panicked choke when you whispered his name, using his hair to direct him. You hitched your chest up into him as his other hand teased at your nipple, tugging at it softly, cupping your breast and squeezing as he opened his lips, letting his tongue flick over your other nipple, wet sounds filling the car as he salivated onto you.

“Fuck…oh my god you really are wonderful!”

The words spurred him on his hands were all over you, feeling your curves, smoothing over your thighs, up under your shirt to feel the warm skin on your stomach, his soft moans becoming deep growls as he let his desires take over him. His teeth clamped down onto your skin.

“Easy, Eddie!” You giggled, holding him against you as he let out a soft giggle in return, not knocked back by your words in the slightest. With one hand in your hair, the other cupping at your ass, he kept his slick lips against your breast, cheeks hollowed, teeth grazing against you far lighter as he swirled his tongue around your nipple, flat and hard against it, light and soft, learning quickly as he went.

“Eddie…oh, Eddie…oh, Eddie!”

It was hard not to scream his name, and you couldn’t hold it in any longer. Against your body, he let out a choked and muffled howl, stuttering as he regained conscious, pulled from his passionate stupor by his sudden orgasm.

“I’m so…so s-sorry.”

You leant in to him, kissing him hard. From your backpack, you produced a tissue for him, kissing him on the cheek.

“Don’t apologise for any of that, Eddie. Maybe next time, I can actually help you a bit more, didn’t seem like you needed it though.”

He blushed, fiddling with his glasses and tossing the tissue to the floor, embarrassment on his face still as he zipped himself back up, clearing his throat and placing his hands back onto the steering wheel, staring straight ahead.

“Thank you.”

“Thank you, Eddie. You really are a cutie.” Stretching over, you kissed his cheek, hand on the other to pull his attention to you, a further kiss on his lips before you giggled and left the car. As you stood in the rain, you buttoned your shirt up a little, leaning down against the slightly open window and giving him just a little encore.

“See you next Thursday?” You winked at him.

“I…I can give you a ride tomorrow. When do you get off? I mean finish. I mean-”

It was hard not to smile, to laugh at how sweetly awkward he was.

“Three.”

“I’ll be there.”

“It’s a date.”

You blew him a kiss before turning around and entering your apartment building, leaving Eddie alone in his car with his mess and a wide smile.

#as an aspiring bimbo i’m in love with this fic #finnie do u ever think u could do a part two? or just another bimbo reader?#i would love it!!!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻😭🫶🏻#dano!riddler

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riddledwithrats · 4 months

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Devout

Dano!Riddler x Female!Reader, word count: 4k commission: eddie is a lil bit obsessive and a lil bit posessive and also is filled with a lot bit of catholic guilt 🐀💚 commission me here! request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: obsessive and possessive themes, kinda love bombing, religious mention, literally bits ripped from the bible, i'm a filthy little satanist so i revel in that

The apartment was dark, almost pitch black except for the glow of the light from the laptop screen, the small yellow glow from the bulb above the stove, and the pervasive shine of the streets below that came in through the half-opened curtains. In the lonely silence, everything echoed. The clock on the wall, the rats beneath the floorboards, the shifting and fidgeting of Eddie as he tried to comfort himself in the darkness and quiet. Usually, that felt safe, familiar. He’d spent so long with you in his life now, though, that you were what was familiar. You were his safe space. You were light, and even though you were soft and quiet, you had a sound to you. Like an aura, a soft glowing sound. And it made it all the more noticeable when you were gone. Leaving him there in the pitch black of his own painful memories, his isolation compounded by his thoughts and perpetual misery. He hated when you were gone.

And you had been gone for so long already.

Eddie was getting irritated with himself. The constant jittering, the tapping of his pen on the desk, the way his fingers now ached where he’d bitten the nail down too far. He was so angry, and so stressed. Nervous, too. It was strange, to worry this much about other people, especially since he’d focused all of his efforts in his life up to that point in pushing others out and away. It was far too emotionally taxing to care for the other orphans, the other down and outs, the other humans in the rat race. Making them seem human made it easy to have empathy, sympathy. And he needed to feel neither of those in order to achieve his goals.

But with you it was different. He needed you around, his body ached for you when you weren’t close to him. Years, decades, of solitude, fortifying his mind and soul against loneliness, had been entirely fruitful from the second you came into his life. Because now, he couldn’t stand to be apart from you, not even for a second.

Shunning all privacy was nothing to him, really. He went to the bathroom with the door open now, as did you. He sat on the tiled floor while you bathed, and when he was showering, he shouted conversations to you. When you went to work, he came with you. He had all but forgotten his own job recently, pretending to work from home most of the time, instead focusing on the more important tasks at hand.

In a way, he felt like you were the same person. A singular entity. It probably wasn’t healthy, but he chose not to dwell on that too much. Instead, he focused on what a joy it was to finally have someone that he wanted to spend time with, and who equally wanted to spend time with him. It was a rarity to find a kindred spirit, a soul mate. And before he met you, he hadn’t even really believed that those things existed. But there you were, beside him, all the time. Willingly!

Being apart from you, though, was made all the more difficult because of the way he had begun to think of you two as inseparable, as necessary to each other’s happiness and survival. If he didn’t think it would be weird to say out loud, especially with his recent actions and the furthering of his criminal endeavours, he would express to you how deeply he wanted to know you, to be with you. That he would like to be inside of you, all the time, to feel like he was wearing you. But that was creepy, even he knew that. When that thought had popped into his head one day as he held you in his arms, he had cringed forcefully and blinked extensively to try and shoo the idea away. It was hard to argue with his brain though. That was definitely the preferential scenario for him. Especially since there was no way to shrink himself down and live in your pocket.

Even now, as he tried to calm himself down, he deferred to imagining you there with him. Your hands, soothing against his skin, stroking his face to calm him down. Your voice, whispering sweet words into his ear, something personal, something adorable. You called him your sweet Eddie, and every time he heard the word it made his whole body warmer, skin prickling as his cheeks flushed and his heart skipped a beat.

He looked at the clock in the corner of his monitor. Not long now. You said you’d be home at 8pm. It was 7.55pm now, so five more minutes. He could manage that, he could cope.

“Sweet Eddie, not long now. I know you can do it!”

But he was never as sure of himself as you were of him. That was one of the things he liked most about you. There was a lot about himself he hated, that he wished away constantly, but you saw those as positives, you cherished them. You thought so highly of him, and it was necessary for his survival to have your kind words whenever he needed them. You had an almost psychic ability, knowing when he needed a little pick-up.

He needed one now though. And where were you?

Eddie looked at the clock again. 8.03pm. He checked his phone, same time, and no texts. He checked his watch. Slightly slower, by one minute and some seconds, but basically, they all told the same story. You had lied.

In a fit of rage, Eddie slumped down, his forehead slamming against the desk as he whined. Was he angry at you? Or was he angry at himself? And if it was the latter, why? Because he had trusted you. Or because he hadn’t.

Here he was, deciding you had lied to him, when there was every possibility that something horrible had happened to you. What if you were laying there, a victim of Gotham, your fragile body in a pool of your own blood that was slowly washed away with the ever-present torrential downpour of rain? Or cowering in some alley, waiting for the inevitable as your attackers closed in, wishing for Eddie, shouting for him, or silently calling him? And he was here, cursing you out?

He was disgusted with himself.

As his nails dug into the underside of the desk, the pain it caused making him feel oddly good, like a properly fitting punishment, he heard your key in the door. Every ounce of fear and sympathy was drained from him in a moment, and he felt his soft features being pressed into a scowl.

“Hey, sweet Eddie!”

The words had little effect over him, and that alone was enough to have his eyes become wet with the threat of tears.

“You’re late.”

“Am I?”

Eddie looked at the clock on the monitor once more. 8.11pm. You were definitely late.

“Yes.”

“I didn’t think I had a specific time I had to be home by.”

You giggled, unaware of how serious he was. But the longer you looked at him without seeing his face shift into his soft smile, you grew more concerned.

“Eddie… are you ok?”

“I… I…”

He fought hard to suppress the rage that had been building. It was no one’s fault, not even his own. That’s what you would tell him. You’d assure him that any anger was built on years of trauma, of being let-down, of having things snatched from him, people snatched from him. And even just imagining your calming voice and soothing touch was enough to bring him back down, his heart rate slowing as he took a deep breath and spoke clearly this time.

“I was worried about you.”

“Oh, Eddie!”

You could make out the small tears lingering in the corner of his eyes, and you threw your arms out, rushing to gather him up in them. But rather than allow himself to fall into your embrace, he stood up and stepped back from you.

“Eddie, what’s wrong?”

He looked into your eyes for a brief moment, letting his gaze flit quickly to the floor. You could tell there were screeds of thoughts running through his mind, but you’d have to ease them out slowly. He got like this on occasion, his brain working against him. He was intelligent, so much so, but he could let that be his worst enemy.

“If you don’t tell me, I can’t help you.”

Reaching a hand out to him, you tried to hold his forearm, but he snatched it back and away from you.

“Eddie…”

“I’m so… mad.”

“You’re mad?”

“I think so. I don’t know. I’m confused.”

“Well, why do you think you’re mad?”

“I… because… you… I… you…”

“Eddie, sweet Eddie, I’m here to help you. You know that.”

“Are you?”

He spat the words out at you, his brow suddenly furrowing. His mouth turned downwards into a little frown and he glared out, the anger behind his eyes occasionally dimming to make way for sadness, confusion, before returning to the rage you rarely saw in him anymore when it was just the two of you alone.

“What do you mean? Of course I am. I’m always here for you.”

“But you were late. And you didn’t tell me where you were.”

“I was only five minutes-”

“More than ten!”

“Eddie! I didn’t say I would be back exactly on the hour. I said ‘around’ eight. Is that really why you’re so upset?”

“Wouldn’t you be!?”

“Of course not!”

His face fell again, further than before, further than you thought it might be able to.

“So you don’t care about me?”

You were speechless, your heart aching and your mind fogged with confusion and hurt. You cared about Eddie more than anything in this world, and you thought he knew that. But evidently, his deep-seated trauma was still a block on his ability to see that. Despite how often you reassured him of that fact.

“You know I do, what does that have to do with anything?”

Eddie stepped towards you, his hands balled into fists so tight that they were shaking, his palms turning red from the pressure.

“If you care about me you would have called! You would have been back on time! You wouldn’t have…”

He stopped, shuddering as he looked down at his hands.

“You wouldn’t have left… that’s… horrible, isn’t it?”

“Oh, Eddie.”

At the softness in your tone, surprisingly still as calm and sympathetic as it always was even in the face of his ridiculous reasoning, Eddie felt his lungs sweeling and let out a small wail. He fell to his knees and stayed there as you walked to him, standing in front of him and brushing your fingers through his hair.

“It’s not horrible, Eddie. But it’s maybe a bit unreasonable…”

Looking up at you with his large, sad eyes he sniffled.

“I am so sorry. I am. It’s just… I get scared, anxious…”

He shuffled forward a little more, clinging to your legs as he pressed his face to them.

“I just love you so much. I need you. All the time. Everything is harder when you’re not with me.”

It was hard to feel anything but sympathy for Eddie. His whole life had been a struggle, and that conclusion was based only on what he had revealed to you so far. There were moments in his childhood he had told you he was afraid to speak of. Things that were so horrible he worried that they might traumatise you, or worse, bring those memories to the surface and make his life more unbearable and more difficult than it already was.

All you ever wanted to do was take the pain away from Eddie, to hold him and make him feel safe and secure. You were enamoured by him, and admittedly, a large part of that was how much he needed you. It felt good to have a purpose. And it felt good for the feeling of lust and desire, and emotional connection to be requited on the same level.

Falling to your knees with him, you cradled his face in your hands, his cheeks soft and warm, and wet with his tears.

“Eddie, my sweet Eddie. I understand. I understand it completely.”

He looked into your eyes, still sparkling with tears, and let his face lighten slightly, hopeful at your words.

“You do?”

“Of course I do. You know how much I love you, and how much I need you. I wish we could be together all of the time. I wish there was a never a need for us to be apart. I would have myself sewn to you if I could. Oh… was that weird? That might have been a strange thing to say, sorry.”

In that moment, Eddie felt his heart thumping in his chest, heart rate elevating exponentially as he realised you were just as intense and, if he could be wishful, as insane about him as he was about you.

“Not… not that weird at all. I would like to keep you with me all the time. Shrink you down to be in my pocket would be my first option, but I would have your hand stitched on to mine so you’d never let go.”

“Aw… that’s so weird.”

“Yeah… we’re weird together, right?”

You nodded, smiling at him as you took his hands in yours and pulled both him and yourself up from the floor.

“Perfect. I’ve always wanted someone to be weird with. To just be myself around.”

“I’m glad I can be that person for you, Eddie.”

“Really? You’re not put off at all?”

“Never! I find you so romantic, actually.”

His smile widened and his eyes shone as he looked at you, sparkling, ignited by inspiration.

“Huh… I never thought of myself as romantic.”

“Oh, but you are! You proclaim your feelings in such poetic and dramatic ways, it might not be to everyone’s taste, but I love it.”

He wrapped his arms around you, holding you tight as he pressed his cheek to yours. His lips, so close to your ear, grazed over them as he whispered to you.

“You’re everything I’ve ever wanted. I am desperate for you, every second of the day. Even when you’re with me, I want more of you.”

Eddie paused to kiss your neck, placing three kisses down it and back up before he spoke again.

“Even when I’m… uh… i-inside of you… I want to be deeper. I don’t think it’ll be enough unless I’m in your soul.”

You sighed against his touch, his fingers placed at the bottom of your back, tracing over the skin he exposed by lifting your shirt up.

“You’re my everything, my entire world. And there’s nothing I wouldn’t do to keep you safe. No one I wouldn’t take care of to make sure you were taken care of.”

“Oh, Eddie… you’re my hero.”

He groaned as he let his teeth sink softly into your skin, as though he thought consuming you might help him feel as close to you as he was obsessed with being. He dragged his tongue along the skin, soothing after the sharp nip of his bite, before he bit into you again, clawing at your skin as he tried to bring your body closer to him, pressing it to his with such force it felt like you might melt into him under the pressure. But it still wasn’t enough for him.

His hand caressed your cheek gently before he let his fingers grab your face, holding your mouth open in a light pout as he licked first at your lips before sinking his tongue in, flitting it against yours which rushed to meet his.

Against the desperate movements, he groaned and sighed, and you could feel and taste his breath on your taste buds. It really felt like he was trying to enter you, to become one with you, and you welcomed it. Your hands around his neck held him in place, refusing to let him go, even when he pulled back, a trail of saliva falling from his and your lips to your chin. Eddie wiped it with his thumb and stepped towards you, into you. He pushed you lightly, sending you into the wall where you stood breathlessly, head tilted back, neck exposed to him.

You weren’t sure where you wanted him to go next with this, but you were intrigued to see and would let him have complete control if he wanted. Anything, whatever he did, just to see what lengths he would go to in order to express fully his undying and terrifying love of you.

Interestingly, he fell to his knees once more, lowering his body until he was laying on the ground on his stomach, wriggling to get close to your feet, which he let his fingers trace over before kissing them. Here he was, riddled with the kind of Catholic guilt that creates a monster, deciding that he was devoted to a whole other god, making you the idol, worshipping at your feet to show how devout he was.

“You’re everything to me. You are the earth, the sky, life and death.”

He shifted forwards, lifting himself slightly as he kissed up your calves, holding the back of your legs tightly.

“A hymn I’d sing forever.”

As he raised himself higher, his mouth kissed over your thighs, fingers light against them as they pressed into the skin. It was something you noticed about him, an almost childish way of exploring you. Touch, sensory needs, as though feeling you was the only way to prove to himself that you existed, that you were real and in front of him. That by grabbing you and holding you and caressing you, he could convince his brain that you were there, letting him indulge in those pleasures of the flesh. The way he played with your body, investigative and exploratory, like he craved complete knowledge of every aspect of you. It was intoxicating, and completely erotic.

“I am beholden to you. I serve you. I am enamoured. Devout. I owe you everything.”

He held his face against your legs, breathing deep, taking slow, meaningful inhales and exhales that sent shivers over you, despite the warmth of his breath on your skin.

“It feels… odd to seek you out constantly, when you’re within me. You’ve always been there. And yet, without you there’s no existence at all.”

Eddie was on his knees now, praying to you almost, avoiding your eyes as he spoke the words of his sermon to you.

“You’re radiant, resplendent. You’re fragrant, and I draw my breath in and now pant after you. I tasted you, but I still feel hunger and thirst for you. You touched me, and I am set on fire, longing for your touch again to extinguish the flames, but I don’t want to give them up.”

The words were familiar, almost, as though he were preaching something you’d heard before at church, or school, or in passing even. You felt a flush of heat course through your body as you recognised the significance, the words he had been made to repeat as a child, the words that filled him with such anger, and now he was twisting them, putting new meaning to them. Using them to worship you.

Your breath hitched as you choked out a moan, feeling Eddie press his nose to your crotch, his lips against you, thin layers of fabric separating his mouth from your entrance as he continued speaking.

“To serve you is freedom. To praise you is my soul’s joy and delight. And to confess this, then, is to praise and glorify you. In seeking you, I find you, and in finding you, I have you. And in having you… I keep you.”

“Eddie… oh my god…”

You could feel his tongue, lapping at the fabric of your leggings and under them, your panties. Ending each sentence with a wet drag of it against you, soaking you, able to taste your own slick through it.

“No longer do any passing fancies take my interest. My soul is focused on you alone, it praises you.”

He leaned back, looking up into your eyes as you stared down at him. His cherubic face, cheeks warm and flushed as he expressed his adoration, his obsessions.

“You allow my soul to remain attached to you, a corruptible thing as I, with the glue of love. We are attached. We’ll never be torn apart. We were meant to be. And we always will be.”

Eddie took your wrists in his hand, a tight squeeze as he spoke his final words. His amen.

“We always will be. Right?”

All you could do was nod, silently, breathlessly, completely taken back by the lengthy outpouring of his feelings, laid bare in front of you.

Standing up in front of you, he went quickly from small and vulnerable, to towering over you, exuding the control and power he usually only managed to harness when he was wearing his mask. But something about loosening up and spilling his guts to you had given him a sense of power. Possibly in the way you reacted, skin flushed all over, chest heaving as you took long, gasping breaths to try and relegate your heart rate.

As much as Eddie was willing to get on his knees and thank you for letting him be near to you, he wasn’t completely oblivious to the effect he had on you. You were just as likely to do anything for him. You already did. You were an enabler, chronically. You enthused and encouraged, maybe not outright, but in your soft, soothing tones, the way you held him when he returned from a night of ‘work’, or when he finished one of his streams. You were supportive, of everything about him. Even the darker things. The horrible truths that lurked on the edges of his soul. You made it easier to bring them out, and for that, he was eternally grateful.

It felt strange to him, to experience mutual appreciation, requited love and adoration. As much as he worried constantly, he’d rather live with the fear than suffer a life without you, not now that he’d been blessed by your presence, your touch, your kiss. His gaze flitted briefly to your lips, suddenly reminded that they were there, in front of him, his to have if he so wished.

Leaning into you, Eddie took your face in his hands before moved back, his fingers spreading through your hair as he kissed you, hard, long, filled with intense passion. A soft moan emanated from him as he felt your hands cling to his waist, travelling around to his front and up his chest. As you reached the collar of his plain, white shirt you grabbed it and held him against you. His body, surging with arousal and white, hot lust heaved inwards as yours moved outwards, a rhythm together, fitting perfectly around each other like two pieces of a puzzle. The kind that they had in the orphanage, always missing a few pieces. Much like he was. But now he was whole, complete. A sentiment that seemed cheesy to him, still, made him cringe as he thought it. It was the truth though.

Pulling himself off of you, disappointed in the fact he had done so immediately, Eddie found it in himself to smile again, for the first time that evening since you had left the apartment.

“I’m glad you’re here… home.”

“I’m glad to be home, Eddie.”

He lunged towards you again, his arms around you as he held you tight, almost suffocating you against his chest. He loved that you loved him. He loved that you were with him. It only felt like home when you were there. You were his home.

#i’m eating him #finnie u never disappoint #sorry i been gone also lol i’m probably gonna dip again 😂#dano!riddler

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heyyy if you don’t mind can you write a one shot of reader cheating on falcone with oz 😏 if you don’t want to that’s fine have a good day 🫶

Brief Affair

Farrell!Penguin x GN!Reader, word count: 500 i tentatively come back with this and throw it at the wall lmao thank you for this idea it was enough to pull me back from the brink 💜🐧 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: afab reader, cheating, risk, flirting

You were certain that this was the most difficult part of being Carmine Falcone's girl. Not the violent outbursts, or the living in constant fear. Not the unspoken but often reinforced notion that you could never really leave. Not the torment of watching him flirt, and more, with other women. But this, these moments like this one right here. Where you were staring at something better, something you wanted more.

Every so often, Oswald Cobblepot would be called into Falcone's office while you were there with him, and you dreaded these occasions. Usually, Carmine would keep you away from other men, his jealousy and possessiveness controlling him, and therefore you. But there was something about Oswald that he misunderstood, or didn't quite see. Where Carmine thought of him as his umbrella boy, an unappealing, unattractive, underachiever, you saw him for what he was. Strength, charm, a tiger lying in wait hidden under a charismatic cloak of humour. And for whatever reason that Carmine assumed you wouldn't be attracted to Oz, you could guarantee that those were the reasons you found him irresistible.

Despite the amount of times you had been in his presence, you'd never been alone with Oswald. You barely knew him. But one thing you were certain of was that he felt the same attraction to you as you did for him. His lingering stares, the slight reddening of his cheeks as he avoided your gaze, clearing his throat, silently hoping Falcone hadn't caught him eyeing you up. Seeing him, a large and confidant man, trying poorly to hide how flustered you made him drove you wild.

Standing behind Carmine, you stroked the back of his neck, fingers sliding into his hairline. You were acting naturally, doing what you would do usually. But you were thinking of Oswald. How he might feel, how he might appreciate your touch.

"So you can do this, Cobblepot? I'm sick of doing the donkey's work, filing paperwork. I'm too important, you agree?"

Carmine looked to you and Oswald expectantly, smiling as you both complied with the enthusiastic nod of agreement he was waiting for.

"I'm going downstairs to have a drink, do some shmoozing. You stay up here out of sight and finish this up. You need a hand, she can help. Ok?"

"Yes, Mr. Falcone."

Oswald offered him a gracious smile which fell as soon as Carmine had left the room. He was clearly offended by Carmine's gentle insults, but knew better than to speak up. Not that he felt that he had to stay in his assumed position, lower on the chain, more that he knew how to bide his time and pick his fights carefully. Shuffling over to the desk, he seated himself and began quietly working through the paperwork, intentionally ignoring you. But you weren't about to let him continue with that.

"Remember I'm here to help, if you need any assistance Mr. Cobblepot."

The tone was friendly, innocent enough as a cover, but deeply suggestive and sultry. You were good at balancing those out. But Oswald scoffed in response, shaking his head slightly, still not looking up from the papers that lay in front of him. Not even when you walked around the desk and perched on the edge, your skirt shifting to expose your thigh.

"Oh yeah? Carmine need your help often, then?"

He was hurt, not only by the implication that he would need help in the first place to do the job that Falcone managed to do, but that you would then follow up on this, as though you were securing whose side you were on. You were quick to correct that though.

"Well... I help in some ways. Specific ways."

"And what ways might those be, sweetheart?"

His cold and distant exterior dropped with the pet name, your heart thumping in your chest at how familiar he would dare to be with Carmine's property. Alone in a room with you. Speaking to you in an indignant tone. Calling you sweetheart. Carmine would be furious. And you relished the idea.

Leaning down, your fingers caught the edge of his tie, pulling it out from under the lapels of his suit jacket and using it to hold him close as your lips met his. He didn’t put up much of a fight, no hesitation between the moments as he kissed you back immediately. He followed with you when you leaned back, lips puckered out in search of you, quickly reformed into a grin as you winked, teasing him.

“I usually provide a little… stress relief.”

Oswald’s hand, large and warm, found it’s way to your thigh, his thick fingers pressing into the skin as he gripped and stroked.

“Oh yeah? What kinda stress relief then, toots? You do just that one kind, or you got all sorts of tricks you employ?”

Mimicking him, you placed your own hand onto his thigh, the soft, luxurious material of his pants smooth against your palm as you reached further up, stopping just short of his cock which had by this point created a stiff tent in the fabric.

“For you, I can do anything.”

It felt cheesy, like you were trying too hard, and for a moment you worried that you had gone too far as Oswald pushed you back slightly and stood up from the seat. Your nerves were calmed almost immediately though as you watched him shrug his jacket off frantically, fingers loosening his tie and undoing the top two buttons of his shirt. Your breath hitched in your chest as he unsnapped his suspenders and shuffled his pants off. Palming at his cock, he smirked as you pressed your thighs together, the friction against your clit just a meagre attempt to hold onto the feeling of arousal as you waited for him to decide what he wanted to do with you.

“When do you think he’ll be back?”

Oswald dipped his thumbs into the top of his boxers, slipping them down over his cock, which bobbed slightly before he took it in his hand, stroking it gently as he looked up and down your body, eased back onto your elbows on the desk, ready and willing to receive him.

You couldn’t be sure when Carmine would be back, but at this point, you didn’t really care. It was worth the risk.

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