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finniestoncrane · 6 months

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Hey, I like the new prompts :)

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Thank you x

The First Night

Farrell!Penguin x GN!Reader, word count: 600 i'm always feeling sappy and this really spoke to me ;-; wanna be snuggled in his stupid fancy pjs and then hugged all night ough 💜🐧 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: fluff

It was kind of a strange way to move in to a new place. Oswald already lived there. There was nothing you could bring that he didn't have or couldn't replace with something better. And even though he told you repeatedly to bring whatever you wanted, decoration, furniture, whatever, you knew it wouldn't fit in with the lavish decor of his place. Your place, now.

You left the two suitcases full of items you deemed worthy enough to take with you in the hall as Oswald wrapped you in a warm hug and ushered you through to the kitchen. He'd been cooking, making you dinner to celebrate this first night officially together.

"It's just pasta, but it's my grandmother's sauce. Family recipe, well-kept secret. I'll teach you how to make it later, if you want?"

The gesture was filled with warmth and openness, a sign that you were truly being welcomed into his life as a permanent fixture, and not just a flavour of the month he'd decided to keep in his house for easy access.

And while that had worried you before, all of the anxieties melted away as you looked around the space. It was spotless, and you didn't doubt for a second that Oswald had spent all day tidying it himself to make sure it met his exact standards for you. The dining room was set up for two, with champagne resting on ice, and there was a small just below that of the rich tomato sauce. Lavender, your favourite, and Oswald's. A set of three candles on the dining table were likely the source.

"Everything is perfect, Ozzie. I'm excited to see what else you have in store. I feel like I should be dressed better for this."

Mid-way through a tasting sip of the sauce, he mumbled and gasped, before dropping the spoon and rushing round the kitchen island to you.

“Oh, sweetheart! I can’t believe I forgot, I’ve got just the right thing for you to wear. A little gift from me to you.”

As he guided you up the stairs towards his bedroom, you let your mind wander. Oswald was forever buying you gifts, and new outfits were something he was particularly fond of spoiling you with. You’d be pleased with anything, but you hoped it wasn’t too extravagant. As lovely as the house looked, and as romantic as dinner would be, all you really wanted to do was get comfortable in your new home and settle in after packing all of your things up.

Stopping you before you entered the room, you felt his hands cover your eyes from behind.

“Ok, no peeking. Wait until you’re in. And… tah-dah!”

When you were allowed to look, you noticed there were two, neat piles on the bed. One was Oswald’s usual pyjamas. Purple, silk, monogrammed with his initials, O.C.M. And next to them, an identical set, but with your initials in place of Oswald’s. It wasn’t something fancy, it was exactly what you wanted.

“I figured you don’t wanna get all dolled up just to eat somethin’ messy, kid. Besides, you’re home now. You gotta be comfy. And I… hate to sound presumptuous, but if there comes a, uh, time when you change your name for whatever reason, we can get you a new pair, huh?”

Turning to him, you threw your arms around his neck, burying your face against his chest as he held you close to him. It really wouldn’t have mattered what you were wearing, or whether dinner was something as special as his grandmother’s pasta. It felt like home in his arms.

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acapelladitty · 4 months

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Oswald Cobblepot/Reader - Teasing 💖🐧

Summary: A commission for the absolutely lovely @nygmanotnashton in which Oswald Cobblepot finds himself on the receiving end of some fun teasing.

A surprisingly warm late afternoon had forced a full retreat to Ozzie's office as it was one of the few areas within the Iceberg Lounge to possess enough tasteful luxuries to make the suspicious heat seem bearable.

As always, Ozzie had immediately taken up residence in his favourite chair, more of a throne really, while you settled yourself comfortably against the solid oak desk, perched with your legs hanging off the side to block the stack of drawers which were built-in to the furniture.

Ozzie's thick fingers move with surprising dexterity as he taps away on his phone with a casual pace. A soft silence hangs in the air as you split your attention between your hanging legs, bouncing off the small brass handles of each drawer, and the uncomfortable way in which your shirt is clinging to your sweat-slicked back. The evening plans were long set and a gentle rumble in your stomach sparked a fresh excitement for the restaurant which Ozzie had booked for you both.

An Italian with a four month advance in bookings.

Well, four months to anyone who wasn’t Oswald Cobblepot and his plus one.

"You're quiet." Ozzie mutters, catching your attention with a quick nudge of your leg.

Looking up, you met his gaze and the questioning look there forces a small smile to tug at your lips as you pick up on his unspoken concern.

"I'm just thinking, Oz." You answer, tapping the heel of your foot against the wood. "Nothing too fun or exciting."

"What would it take to make my pretty bird sing then?" He hummed in response, running his finger along your clothed knee until his palm enclosed the joint to rub at it gently. "A new foreign car? Some expensive trinkets? Or should I say, more expensive trinkets? How about a full inch?"

"Only an inch?" You cut in quickly while your body shifts, ghosting your shoe along the bulge in his slacks as you tease him with a sudden playfulness. "Now i’m worried. What happened to the rest of it?"

Ozzie’s laughter is easy and open, his large chest shaking with the effort as he fixes you with a heated glance.

"Keep your foot there and you'll be seeing it sooner than you think, dear."

He leans forward and makes to reach for the drawers which are hidden behind your legs. Sensing another opportunity for some fun, you spread your legs for him to reach between, rather than moving them off to the side. A salacious move which nets you another small chuckle as he presses his knuckles to the inside of your thigh before pulling free the middle drawer.

Unable to see what he's doing, you instead allow your eyes to wander past him to the extravagant fish tank which sits behind his desk. Fish of many colours and sizes flutter around the water with the casualness of creatures that know they're well fed and taken care of.

A feeling you know well, and one which makes a goofy smile tug at your mouth as you drop your eyes to Ozzie once more and lean forward enough to run a gentle finger along the back of his exposed neck.

"You're trying to kill me today." He growls, shuddering at the soft touch. His neck had always been particularly sensitive, and you exploited that fact with unrivalled joy.

Leaning back, his thick body filling his chair like the king he were, thick fingers produced a stack of crisp, neat bills which were wrapped together by a straining rubber band; the heft of the bills easily sitting at over an inch wide as he quickly thumbed through the money to ensure it was all there.

"Would this be enough?" A teasing smile touched at Ozzie's thin lips, the edges curling upwards as he held the stack of money out.

"Hmm," you pretend to think it over for dramatic effect, "I could probably buy something nice to wear out for dinner and then something even nicer for you to rip off after."

Reaching for the money, you find it snatched away in an instant.

"Hey-"

"Nothing for nothing, my darling."

"Ozzie, please. You don't have to-"

"Nothing for nothing." He repeats, the words gruff yet bordering on a sing-song quality as he reclines in his chair even further.

Grumbling playfully as you were forced from your comfortable perch, you join him on his chair - carefully placing your knees on either side of his bulging frame as you lean gently against his expansive chest.

Catching his lips in your own, he tastes of red wine and you groan into his mouth as he reacts to you immediately; wrapping an arm around your waist to hold you in place as he enjoys the messy kiss. His presence envelops you and you bite at his lower lip until you pull away to catch your breath a little.

"Maybe I should treat you to something nice. I think the King of Gotham deserves a little something for being so kind and generous to a poor little waif like me."

"Poor little waif." He repeats with a squawking guffaw. "You're too cruel for such a title. Besides, don't waste my money on me. Treat yourself and show the world that Oswald Cobbelpot knows how to keep his little bird sweet."

Dropping your hand to his crotch, you roughly cup at the heft of his bulge through his slacks.

"I wasn't talking about money." You growl into his ear and a satisfying delight washes through your overheated body as he visibly shivers in response to your unspoken promise of a much more physical treat later in the evening

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ccalhoun · 5 months

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hey can you do relationship hc for oswald cobblepot (sfw/nsfw) with a male or gn reader

thanks!

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oswald cobblepot/the penguin x m!reader headcanons!

warnings: amab/male reader, switch reader, switch oswald, russian oswald, penetration, praise kink, blowjobs/handjobs, short sorry

wc: 600+

note: erm ignore how this took almost a year bye

cut for length!

sfw;

☆ - knows he can be snappy at times so he makes up for it by lots of apologizing if gets mad at you, as well as flowers and an expensive dinner <3

☆ - various petnames, some in english some in russian. he loves his native language and thinks calling you russian petnames is the best thing in the world. his favorites are лапушечка (darling), умняшка* (clever/smart), солнышко (sun/sunshine)

☆ - he adores how smart you are. it doesn't matter if you're not a genius and just know common knowledge, he's in love you and your mind and could listen to you talk about anything for hours

☆ - secretly a cuddlebug. he always want to be touching you even if small ways, in public he'll always want to be sitting next to you. and in private, he'll always wants hugs. if you two move in (which he heavily wants), cuddles, every night. he doesn't mind any cuddling position, i really dont think he has a preference. he just wants to be close to you.

☆ - can and will show up to your house uninvited just to say hi

☆ - wants you to move in with him or buy a house for the two of you to live in. he has the money, he doesn't get why you won't let him. if you do cave and say yes, he'll look at every house available and show you all of them, requesting a walk through for the two of you and everything. he wants the house to be perfect for the both of you, and he won't accept anything but perfect.

☆ - very protective of you, would do anything you asked him. he doesn't want anyone to be rude to you, so what if your coworker who was yelling at you was found dead within a few days? it couldve been anything...

☆ - loves kissing you. forehead kisses, cheek kisses, normal kisses, he just wants to kiss you :(

☆ - kind of very clingy. just always wants to be around you. it doesn't matter what you're doing, he'll try his hardest to find a way to go with you. you have to do paperwork? he'll sit in your office with you. you have to cook? he doesn't mind waiting. you have to clean your house and do chores? he'll help! there's really no way to avoid him.

nsfw;

☆ - a switch, obviously.

☆ - doesn't mind being a dom or sub, but it would definitely take awhile for him to warm up to the idea of penetration either ways.

☆ - i hc that he's a virgin when you start dating LOL. u can not tell me that man fucks

☆ - loves hand stuff and oral! horrified of going all the way.

☆ - i think he would probably have to be really close to you and have to wear/make you wear protection for penetration. he's a bit of a germaphobe and just doesn't think its very cleanly.

☆ - after awhile and he's more comfortable with it though, it's over for you. he can go hard either way, one day he wants to be completely under your control and the next day maybe he wants to boss you around and take control over you, it really just depends on how he's feeling!

☆ - i also heavily hc that he has a praise kink, he wants to be praised and he wants to praise you. he turns into putty and basically gets hearts in his eyes whenever you tell him he's doing a good job or he's being a good boy. but on the other side of things, he also wants you to know how much he loves you. like i said before he really likes complimenting how smart you are, so expect him to praise you over every little thing you do!!!

☆ - probably wants to hold your hand while fucking lol, will basically beg to hold your hand if he has to.

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komotionlessqueenmm · 1 year

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Imagine # 1,045

Gif NOT mine.

Year posted - 2023

*This man runs cold and you can't convince me otherwise, and I personally am a walking furnace! So this popped into my head while reading fics with Oz, and this is the product of that thought. (Also just look at his stupid lil face, I just wanna smoosh his cheeks together and call him my dumb lil baby.)

"I've missed you my darling." Oswald groaned tiredly as he nestled into (Y/n)'s comforting embraced. "And I've miss you my King." She cooed with a smile, knowing just how much he loved that title, pride swelled in her chest when he visibly shuttered. "You are always so warm." Oswald murmured, hiding his face into her neck, his skin practically ice compared to hers. "I'm glad you like that." She chuckled to herself, finding it oh so endearing how he cuddled into her. "I love it." He corrected, all but purring as he lay slack against her. He needed this, he'd had a rough day, like most days anymore. Oswald loved his darling (Y/n), and he was certain he always would. But he especially loved just how warm she always was compared to him. On long cold Gotham days, he longed for the end of the day to cuddle up with his love in their shared bed. All nestled together under the luxurious blankets, safe and warm. It helped to ease the tension in his body, and relax his frazzled mind. And it was a lovely way of showing just how much he not only missed her throughout the day, but also how much he loved her and wanted to always be near her. "Can't I convince you to quit your job, and join me in mine?" Oswald mused thoughtfully, wanting nothing more than to spend every second of every day with his lover. "Afraid not darling, I love my work." (Y/n) kissed the crown of his head, holding him a little tighter. "I know." He sighed sadly, but quickly kissed the side of her neck to assure her that it was okay. "Rest now my King." (Y/n) instructed before she started humming a tender melody, knowing it would help to lull Oswald into a peaceful sleep.

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samantha-rae-velcher · 1 year

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Gotham's King and Queen

Oswald cobblepot x Fem reader

Requested by: none

Warnings: swearing, violence, Threats of death, penguin being penguin, soft Oswald.

A/n: I'm just sitting on my couch and I decided to write this. I don't have any ideas but I'm just going for it 🤣

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Y/n loved Oswald for as long as she could remember, back when they worked for Falcone she did her best to protect him from Mooney. She stood up for him, only to get her ass handed to her, but it was worth it. Y/n always took Oswalds side, she helped him when Jim faked his death. She was the first to find out infact, something just didn't sit right. It all didn't add up, so she went to Gordon and shot some bullshit threats his way until he spilled everything. She found him in a tow behind RV, Y/n again helped him rise back up. But the happiness she felt then completely diminished when Oswald started working for Maroni, and of course she had his back but he was getting higher and higher in power and she was just tagging along.

Y/n was there to save him from the car he was nearly crushed in, she was there to hide him from Maroni. She was there to support him when he found his father, Y/n was there to comfort him when his father magically died. She killed and roasted up Charles and Sasha, Y/n helped him with his election for mayor. She was there to protect him from the red hood gang.

And when Nygma shot him on that pier that day she hunted his ass down and nearly killed him. Y/n then got a hot tip that Ozzy was once again alive, so as she always did she went looking for her little penguin. She found him with a woman named Ivy, and she saved his ass from Gabe, and she saved his ass from Nygma again! And she threw in a good threat to Mooney that if she ever hurt him again she'd be sorry.

Over and over again she protected what she loved, Y/n took his side and supported him in everything. She went out with Zsasz and made sure criminals had licenses, she went with Ozzy to meetings to make sure he always got his way. Y/n can't even remember how many times in the last month she got arrested for him. And now here she was in his office having to listen to Sofia Falcone invite Ozzy to dinner.

"Oswald do you think it's a good idea? She could try and kill you." Y/n whispered in his ear.

"Your concern is touching but I think I got it covered."

Y/n nodded and gave him a half smile, flashing a glare towards Sofia as she led her to the door.

"You don't like me very much do you?" She asked when they made it into the hall.

"No."

"Not very talkative I see. But very protective over Mr. Cobblepot."

"The only people who have ever done anything for him has been me and his mother. I wouldn't be surprised if Mr. Penn and Zsasz were plotting his demise this instant. I don't trust you Ms. Falcone, I'm not here to be your friend, nor to hold your hand. I'm here for one reason and one reason only, to protect Oswald Cobblepot till my dying breath."

Sofia nodded. "Did he hire you to do that?"

"Do what?"

"As protection?" She asked.

"No."

"Then why?" Sofia began circling y/n.

"Why does it matter?"

"You love him don't you?"

"What if I did? What's it to you?"

"Everyone looses at some point, Y/n. You're gonna loose this war."

"Few win, Sofia. And I never loose, Goodbye. Don't let the door hit you in the ass on the way out."

Y/n entered Oswalds office once again and sat on the corner of his desk, he smiled up at her and gently rubbed her thigh.

"Are you two better acquainted now?" He asked.

"I don't trust her, Ozzy."

"Neither do I. But if I want full standing in this city I have to go to that dinner."

"We, Oswald. We have to go. Im not letting you walk in there with body guards who don't know their ass from a hole in the ground. I trust my skills of protection, not theirs."

"We will go." He whispered.

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Y/n sat at the bar facing Oswald and Sofia, they sat at a table in the middle of the restaurant. They were talking business and pleasure all at the same time, it made Y/n sick. The bar tender past her a negroni, she snatched it off the bar and took a sip as she stared daggers into Sofia.

Oswald had already sent away one of the plates of food, then the waiter brought out goulash. It looked just like his mother's recipe, Y/n saw Oswald stiffen up the minute it was set down on the table.

After giving a snide comment he finally tried it, Y/n got off her stool and straightened her jacket. She knew from the way he was acting it tasted just like his mother's, which ment he was gonna leave right about-

"I'm leaving." He said, Oswald got up and headed for the door. Y/n and the body guard fallowed close behind. The bell rang as the door opened, before it could shut, however, y/n gave Sofia one last vicious grin.

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Oswald was pacing back and forth in front of his bar, Y/n was cleaning her knife at one of the tables.

"You alright?" She asked. "She spike your dinner?"

"No, it's just....it tasted like-"

"Like your mother's." Y/n finished. She then stood up and tucked her knife away, Oswald watched as she got close to him. She pulled his tie pin out of her pocket and clipped it to his tie.

"I've been looking for that one, where did you find it?" He asked.

"I found it in your office."

Oswald looked at Y/n, she obviously had something on her mind. He took her and in his, he was about to speak when Sofia came plowing into the lounge. Ozzy saw the hate in Y/n's eyes when she heard Sofia's heals clicking on the tile floor.

"Oswald." She said.

"I'll leave you two alone."

Oswald gripped Y/n's hand, not wanting her to leave. But she pulled away, he could see she was upset. Y/n left the room, but stood outside the door. She could hear Oswald yelling and Sofia giving dumbass excuses. Then she heard what she thought she'd never hear.

"The only person who has ever done anything nice for me, without wanting something in return was my mother."

That hit Y/n like a bus, she thought he had realized what she's done for him. And why she's done it, but he was blinded by power. Just like everyone in this city.

Y/n was on her way back to her room when she ran into Sofia, the bitch smirked and twittled her fingers at her. Just as Sofia was about to pass by, Y/n grabbed her by the wrist and slammed her into the wall. Y/n held her knife to her neck and got really close.

"I don't know what you're plotting, but it ain't working sis." She growled. "You dare hurt him in anyway, shape, or form and I will come after you and you bet your ass I will get you. There will be no one to protect you, he is mine. I will kill you if you even look at him the wrong way. Do you understand!?"

Sofia giggled. "You don't scare me, Y/n. Few people do, all you are is a love struck little girl who thinks she can frighten those above her. Well you can't."

Y/n smiled and slowly dragged the knife over her neck, drawing blood and making Sofia cry out.

"You think I'm fucking around? You're nothing but a daddies girl, but daddy didn't give you enough attention so you gotta prove yourself. But I won't let that happen, Oswald will win at this little game you're playing. I will see to that."

Y/n then let go of Sofia and trudged up the hall, and back to her room.

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Weeks had passed and out of nowhere Jim Gordon was appointed captain of the GCPD. So as any good friend would, Y/n went to go see Harvey Bullock down at his bar.

"Hey, Buddy. What's going on?" She asked. "And I want details."

"Is that why you came here? For details, not to comfort me?"

Y/n smiled. "Well, I can always multitask."

She reached over the bar and patted his shoulder, he smiled and gripped her arm.

"Now, spill it." She whispered, making his face drop.

"He's been talking to this woman, Sofia Fa-"

"Sofia Fal-fuckin-cone! Thank you, Bullock!" She yelled as she ran out of the bar.

"Glad I could help."

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"She's what!?" Y/n yelled.

"She's invited us to a dinner for the orphanage."

"Oswald, can't you see she's playing with you!? Jim Gordon, right? He just miraculously becomes captain? Bullshit! Someone had to have paid off the mayor to make him captain! And poof the mayor is just gone?"

"You think it was Sofia."

Y/n pointed at Oswald. "I talked to Harvey, he said he's seen them talking."

"Let's not just start blaming her, we need evidence. I'll have Victor fallow her, but in the meantime I'll say we aren't going to the dinner." He said.

"Alright, that sounds like a good idea."

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Oswald and Y/n showed up at Sofia's place, she was fumbling with a huge bouquet of flowers. Y/n fallowed Oswald over to her where they stopped in the entrance of the livingroom.

"Beautiful." Ozzy said, making Sofia smile.

Y/n rolled her eyes and started looking at the wall as if it were something spectacular. Oswald started hinting at Jim's new position and who could've put him there. Y/n watched Sofia's reactions and she knew for a fact that she did it.

"So long story short, we ain't coming to your little feast." Y/n said.

"Oh, well....I was looking forward to you two being there."

"Yeah, well....we ain't gonna be."

Some more jabbering between Sofia and Oswald and she finally walked out of the room. Mr. Penn and Oswald started conspiring on how they were gonna get her to confess.

"Give me two minutes alone in a room with her and I'll have her singing the pledge of allegiance in reverse." Y/n whispered, while holding up a knife.

"That can be our last resort." Oswald reassured her, patting her shoulder.

"But-"

"Y/n, I'll handle it."

A couple days later the plans changed, turns out they were going to the dinner, but Ozzy had a trick or two up his sleeve. He had a plan to get Martine to spy on her.

"That's a great plan....but do we gotta go?" Y/n asked.

"We're going." Is all he said as they left out the door. They arrived in record time, because Y/n was driving like Cruella Deville to get to the fuckin place. They entered and the living room was packed with people. Y/n felt self conscious because she was wearing leather pants and a white button up dress shirt with her under-arm holsters showing.

"I'll be right back." Y/n said to Oswald.

"Where are you going?"

She didn't answer, she just left. Y/n went back to the car, she popped the trunk and grabbed out her bag. She unzipped it and pulled out a black shiny pencil dress that hugged her curves.

Y/n hopped into the back of the car and began changing into the dress.

Oswald began looking around for Y/n but he hadn't seen where she had gone. That was odd, she normally stayed by his side, what was going on?

Just then he turned around to walk back into the livingroom when he knocked into a woman, he was about to tell her to watch where she was going when she turned to face him. It was Y/n, she looked amazing.

"Don't Tell me you left to change." He said.

"That's what I did alright. Everyone else looks so good and I felt like I was under dressed. I mean with you in your suit....I wanted my outfit to go with yours so I threw on this black dress."

"How are you gonna protect me in a dress?"

"Ozzy, if I can bust a move like Michael Jackson in this, then I can sure as hell can beat someone's ass on your behalf."

Sofia walked into the room with a wine glass in hand, she smiled when she saw Y/n, it was an obvious fake smile.

"We were wondering where you went. I love the dress." She said.

"Uh huh." Y/n replied.

Sofia smiled again then looked to Ozzy. She walked closer to him and took his hand.

"Oswald, I've been thinking. Whoever had Gordon appointed captain did actually save you. The license were a good idea at the time, but they would be your downfall."

"Cut the shit, Falcone." Y/n said.

Oswald pulled his hand away. "Y/n is right. If you're going to confess, then confess. And face the consequences."

Suddenly there was a voice behind them, it was bone chilling.

"So sorry to interrupt. The waiters are getting everyone seated, we don't want the food to get cold." He said, the man was wearing a pig head for a mask. He then held up a cleaver. "Chop chop."

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All the rich guests were sat at the table, Y/n was on the end that the Pyg was standing at. Sofia was across from her, and Oswald to Sofia's right.

Y/n was looking down at the pie in front of her. She was ready to put a smack down and kill this fucker. There was no way she was eating a pie made of people.

"This is just disgusting." She said.

The Pyg gave her an offended look, he laid his hand flat on his chest.

"Well, Miss Y/L/N. That is rude, we worked very hard on this meal."

"I don't care if you broke your back in the process! This is the most revolting, despicable shit I've ever seen! And you can't pay me to eat this swill!"

The Pyg snort laughed, and held the cleaver back up to Martine's neck. Y/n looked over at Oswald for what to do, and in return he nodded. Y/n knew what that meant, she would have to choke down this pie. Oh fuckin yummy.

Y/n scooped some up with her fork and was about to put it in her mouth when-

"GCPD!" Jim Gordon's voice came around the corner.

Everyone stood up and scattered like mice, Y/n grabbed one of the waiters and smacked his head off the table, then raided him for her weapons. She backed up out of the room, her body blocking Oswald as she pointed her guns at the remaining kitchen staff.

"Are you okay?" Ozzy asked, he pulled Y/n close as he examined her.

"Oz, I'm fine. Are you okay?"

He nodded and pulled Martine and her into a closet. y/n turned the lights off and all she could hear were Jim Gordon and The Pyg very violently hashing out an agreement in the next room. Knives and plates could be heard bouncing off the wall and falling to the floor.

"Oswald." Y/n whispered.

She felt him gently grip her hand and rub her wrist with his thumb.

"It's alright. Im right here."

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When the fight was over Oswald confronted Sofia in the living room, Y/n wasn't happy with the outcome.

Oswald once again had forgiven her for her bullshit. Y/n got in the car with Ozzy as they waited for Martine to come back with news on whether or not she was a traitor. They both sat in the back of the car, Y/n placed her hand on his thigh.

"If it comes up that she's been using you and lying to you, then I want you to know I have your back through all this. And I always have, all you need to do is ask. No matter what it is, you need me to kill someone? I'll do it. You need me to commit tax fraud? Shit I'll do it 100 times over."

The last one made Oswald chuckle.

"I know. I don't show it a lot but, I know. You've done so much for me, and I'm truly grateful. You've been there for me since day one." He said. "We've broke this city and rebuilt it together. We've wreaked havoc on this city. We've become the King and Queen of Gotham. And you know Y/n for these past few years I've been wanting to tell you something.....I've felt like this for a long time and I didn't know how to tell you but-"

He was cut off by the door opening and Martine entering the car.

"Well? Did you find anything out?" Y/n asked.

The little boy held up his board that read.

"I saw Sofia kissing the policeman."

Y/n felt like she just won the NFL, she felt like she could jump off a building and still live. But she could tell Oswald didn't feel the same. Once again someone he felt for betrayed him, and Y/n's celebration was cut short by him looking like he lost the love of his life.

"You're a good friend, Martine."

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Oswald sat on the couch in the lounge, he just sat there staring at his glass of bourbon. Y/n leaned against the wall and shook her head.

"King and Queen, huh?" She asked.

Oswald looked up. "Heh, Yeah."

"Don't shed any tears over her. She doesn't deserve it."

Oswald stood up and began slowly limping over to her.

"No, she doesn't. Everyone I had ever known has always betrayed me. Everyone except you and my mother."

He took her hand in his, Y/n looked up at him and smiled. She gently wiped his tears away.

"I do what I do because I love you, Oswald." She said. "I will be here for you until the day I die."

Ozzy looked down at her lips, then back to her eye. Y/n smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her lips to his. He pulled her to him and deepened the kiss. They slowly pulled away to catch their breath.

Y/n smiled.

"The king and Queen of Gotham."

THE END ❤️

I hope you enjoyed

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keffirinne · 8 months

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Don't lose control/ Oswald Cobblepot x Reader fanfic

READ CHAPTER 2 ON AO3

Title: Don't lose control

Fandom: Gotham (TV Series)

Pairing: Oswald Cobblepot x Reader

Genre: smut

Summary: Being the king of Gotham was everything Oswald ever wanted. Now when the business was going well and he had control over the whole Underground, nothing indicated that this would change anytime soon.

So why did Oswald start having sleep problems? There were no reasons to be affraid of something. Or someone.

A healhy dose of paranoia was always acceptable, but this time Oswald felt this was something else. Somthing that won't go away so easily.

With more and more time Oswald became quite sure that he needs to find solution of his problems, whatever it takes.

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Polish version here

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multifandomwritings · 2 years

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Oz Cobblepot | Prompts: 16. One person pouting, only to have it removed by a kiss from the other person & 1. Small kisses littered across the other’s face

This is my first Oz writing. I hope it isn't too bad.... :^) I didn't do many of these/get many requests so I'm just going to do a few more so my AO3 work looks more complete 😂 and because I need an excuse to write about him and a few other characters I haven't got requests for hehe (Established relationship, fluff, a little suggestive but not really, has mentions of alcohol as well)

Oz clutched a drink hard in his hand, overlooking the club beneath. Music reverberated, vibrating the floor beneath, shaking the honey colored liquid in his little glass. You scanned him carefully, already seeing he was in a mood. He looked far more pensive and serious than normal. At least, until he realized you were around.

"Hey, sweetheart. How long you been standin' there?" He asked, forcing a grin as he turned to you. He looked handsome, you noted. Not that he didn't always, despite his own protestations whenever you told him as much. But he looked more casual. No tie, no coat, a few buttons undone to expose just enough of his broad, hairy chest to make your mind wander.

"Not long." You smiled, watching as he meandered toward the sofa and sat down slowly, before collapsing into it all at once. You approached him, leaning onto the arm of the chair and then into him. He visibly stiffened at your hands landing on his shoulders. No matter how much time passed, you weren't sure he'd ever entirely get used to your touches. Not that he was complaining, though.

"What's wrong?" You asked, leaning further into him. He had avoided your gaze up until then, but when his brown eyes finally met yours, they were filled with so much admiration that your heart lurched in your chest. Just as he never seemed to fully get used to your touches and attention, you'd never get used to the way he admired you.

"Ah, it's nothin'. Business stuff. I don't wanna bore you with all the details." He said, a smile involuntarily curling at the edge of his lips as he watched you, and felt you so close against him. You knew he was lying about not wanting to bore you, but rather, just didn't want to involve you. You couldn't blame him really, and didn't push your luck.

"Well, if you do want to talk..." You replied, almost out of habit.

"Thank you, sweetheart." He said, his hand resting on your leg as you leaned against his comfortable, wide frame.

You sat like that for a minute, watching him as he finished his drink, his eyes still flickering and lips curling into a frown as he pondered on whatever had transpired. You knew he was frequently the butt of the joke among his peers and acquaintances. He took it in stride, however, his gaze set on bigger, more distant things. Whatever it was was clearly nagging away at him more than he would verbally let on. And if he didn't want to talk about it, there weren't many ways you could really take his mind off of it. None that would be more successful than clouding up his mind with thoughts of you, anyway.

"Oz," You began, quickly recapturing his attention. He looked up at you expectantly, lips firmly pressed closed and brows still furrowed from being lost in thought. You felt your lips quiver, and held back a smile. You knew you shouldn't, that he had things on his mind and the last thing you should do is find him cute in that moment, but you couldn't help it. He was so endearing to you, even in his most serious moments.

"What is it, doll?" He asked, always making you smile with his little pet names.

You shook your head, your hand slowly making its way up his chest, making him tense up when your hand met his bare skin. It found its way to his cheek, thumb gently caressing his scarred skin. His eyes flickered between yours, mind already miles away from wherever it was before.

You leaned into him, far enough to smell the drink on his breath, the tobacco and cologne which lingered on the expensive fabric of his dress shirt. You felt his chest hitch as your lips neared his, eyes focused intently on you. They were so full of emotion all the time. He was so passionate and angry and romantic and ambitious and unpredictable, and every bit of that was visible in his eyes. You could melt into them if you looked at them too long.

You pressed your lips to his, confidently and firmly, slipping closer toward him and wrapping your other hand around his thick neck. His lips were always gentle against yours, almost uncertain and restrained, and just a little desperate. You wished he'd give into that part of him, that he'd quit worrying and speculating and just let loose all the passion that he had tried so hard to contain.

You slid into his lap, his hands snaking around your waist reluctantly to pull you closer to him. One of your hands slipped past his face and into his thinning hair, eliciting an involuntary noise from deep in his throat. You smiled into his lips at that, tasting the bitter drink on his lips as you pulled away (not without his lips following yours briefly, however).

"Still not smiling?" You asked, leaning back and examining him in playful disapproval. Every ounce of grumpiness had been removed from his expression, but he was still serious. Well, until that last comment -- already, a small, almost embarrassed smile began to form. "Let's see if I can change that..."

Your lips found his now curved ones again briefly, before peppering all over his face. His nose, his forehead, his cheeks and jaws. He pulled away playfully, although you both knew he was enjoying it more than he would admit, especially seeing as his small smirk had grown into a wide, toothy grin.

"Alright, alright," He protested with a laugh, his grip tightening on your hips. You stopped, your forehead nearly resting on his. He eyed you with that same look of admiration that always sent heat rushing through your face. He considered himself lucky to be on the receiving end of your attention and affection, especially considering the sort of insecurities he had. You, on the other hand, counted yourself lucky to have someone who looked at you the way he did.

Your lips met his again, this time slower, with more intention. You savored every moment of it, every ounce of gentleness and affection, every touch and taste and sound, completely content where you were. He often joked that he was wrapped around your finger and at your mercy, but in reality, it was the other way around.

#oz cobblepot x reader #oz cobblepot x you #oz cobblepot imagines #oswald cobblepot x reader #oswald cobblepot x you #oswald cobblepot imagines #the batman imagines #the penguin x reader #the penguin imagines

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ghostdoodlen · 2 years

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I feel like Gertrud needed some appreciation.

Mostly Gertrud and reader friendship centric

You still get a date with Oswald or get invited to dinner with the both of them.

#oswald cobblepot x reader #oswald cobblepot x you #gotham fandom #dc gotham #gotham oswald #gotham tv #gotham #oswald cobblepot #fanfiction #gotham fanfic #gertrud kapelput #friends

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finniestoncrane · 1 month

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Finnie you know who this is (I wish they let you send asks from a side account 😭😭). ANYWAY soooo per our discussion, I would like to request 2022 Ozzie being a gentle Dom but specifically focusing on his fingers. 👀👀 The coldness of his rings contrasting the warmth of readers body, how he may tease them until they say "please" and then he's willing to do anything for them.

Also if it could be plus size reader, that would be fantastic uwu. 💙💙

Two Fingers

Farrell!Penguin x Fem!Reader, word count: 1.75k fingers fingers fingers fingers fingers i am going insane over this request bug and it cheered me up immensely while i was writing it at my desk BUT it kinda got away from me lmao i hope reader was plus sized enough, i always forget to describe reader because i spent so long training myself not to lol 💜🐧 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: teasing, fingering, nipple play, gentle dom ozzie

"Two fingers of scotch, sweetheart."

You stopped in your tracks, arms on either side of you, pushing you up from the cushion. Looking over to Oswald's desk, you caught his eye, and he smiled towards you.

"If you're getting up to go to the bar."

"Oh! I wasn't actually. I was getting up to come over and see you."

You stood up from the sofa in the corner of Oswald's office, your perch, as he called it. The place you sat most evenings, waiting for him to finish up his work. When you reached him, you jutted your hip out and rested against the edge of the desk, laying your palm delicately against the lapel of his suit jacket.

"I thought that maybe you'd be better comforted by a warm touch, than a stiff drink. Besides, with the day you've had? Do you really think two fingers'll be enough?"

He grinned, gold tooth catching in the light, twinkling in sync with his eyes as a mischievous sparkled in them.

"Two fingers is always enough."

You fed into the flirting, encouraging it with your smile and batting your eyelashes at him. Running the edge of the lapel between your fingers, you stared at his lips, biting softly at your own as you held back the embarrassing, excited giggle that threatened to escape you. In an attempt to maintain composure, you took a deep breath, exhaling with a sultry sigh, and shifted ever so slightly closer to him.

"Is that so?"

"Oh yeah, you'd be surprised at what two fingers can accomplish. Or, rather, toots, you'd be amazed at what I can do with two fingers."

No longer able to suppress the glee in the giggle you let out, you practically jumped at the way he spoke to you. Low, growling, so incredibly attractive. You were moving closer to him, now on the same side of the desk as Oswald. He turned in his chair, resting his palms on the widest part of your hips. His fingers tickled delicately over the surface of your protrusions and curves as he moved his hands up and down your sides, guiding you with him as he turned his chair back around to face the desk. He let his touch linger as you settled into your new position, sandwiched between his body, still seated, and the desk, which you rested against.

You stood still, your legs between Oswald's which were spread wide apart to give you space. The way he looked up at you made you feel like a work of art, gazed on from people smaller than you, people down on the ground. People who were trying to get to the same level as you, reaching for the pedestal that Oswald sat you on.

"Ok then, what can you do with two fingers then, Mr Cobblepot?"

It drove him wild when you teased him, even more so when you added an air of faux formality to it.

"A lotta things! Sign checks, make business deals, command my empire. Which way will Cesar Cobblepot's thumb fall, y'know?"

"Impressive. That's all business though, what about something more personal?"

Oswald let his hands drop down the back of your thighs, swooping round to the front where he lifted the hem of your skirt, just enough to expose your knees and let his thumbs graze over them.

"Well, I can hold open a door for my beautiful princess. I can summon a waiter over to take her order. I can send her a message to cheer-"

"The way you type, you only use one finger. And you do it with your nose pressed all the way right up to the screen."

You smiled, satisfied to get a gentle dig in. He raised his hands to his heart, mimicking some sort of fake pain your words had caused him before throwing his arms out to the sides.

"Listen, you forget I'm an old man! And I don't quite need glasses yet, sugar. Let me have that one."

You placed your hand on his cheek, your own eyes now boring into his deep, dark brown irises, making a note of the creases and lines that branched out from the corners of his heavy lids, the ones that shifted in different ways depending on what kind of smile he gave you.

"Ok, what else then?"

"Lemme think... Oh! I can do this."

He brought two fingers to your bottom lip, pushing on it gently until they parted and your mouth opened. Oswald stroked at the velvet skin, watching it tremble slightly at his touch, the sudden crossing from verbal flirting to physical shocking you in an entirely pleasant way.

"I can surprise you with just two fingers, huh? Make you speechless?"

You nodded, a small sound at the back of your throat cut short as he moved his fingers further back on your lips. Watching you carefully, keeping an eye out for any subtle, or obvious, signs of disagreement with his movements, he pressed those two large, thick fingers into your mouth. Laying them flat on your tongue. Licking his own lips as you pressed the muscle flat out against your chin, drool forming and spilling onto your face.

"I can show you who's boss too."

Oswald brought his hand to your cheek, rough fingertips grazing gently over your flushed skin, tingling at the tiny, soft hairs that stood on end as he brushed past, electrifying them. His digits continued, skipping over the shell of your ear, catching a loose strand of hair in the process and pushing it back, threading it into place.

"I can keep you neat and tidy, lookin' perfect."

His walked the digits down your front, sweeping them to the side of your body and pressing them into your plush curves, watching your plump skin fold under his pressure, indenting with the soft force, and pushing back out again into the soft curves he admired so much.

But as gentle as he was, he turned the other way completely, looping two fingers in the gap between your top button and the next one, tugging sharp on your shirt and bursting it open.

"Or, I can make a mess of you."

He tugged again, another button popping open with the strength of just his fingers, until your shirt had exposed your bra completely. He dipped two into the cup and pulled it down, revealing your breast, your nipple hardening as he grazed his fingertips over it.

Oswald drew a circle around your nipple, watching your skin shiver despite flushing with heat. Pinching you, teasing your nipple out and pulling your breast with it, he smiled as your breath became heavier, chest rising and falling against his grip. Once he let go, he began flicking his finger over the nipple, tickling you, teasing you, and you could barely hold back from asking for more.

"What else? What else can you do?"

"You wanna know? You gotta ask nicely, sugar."

"Please, Ozzie. Please show me."

Quicker than you thought possible, Oswald had his two fingers gliding up your thigh, pressing into the skin, watching the way your thickness dimpled under him. And then he had them under the hem of your skirt, both of them pressed together and rubbing your desperate pussy over your underwear.

Your body reacted immediately, grinding into him, keening and whining for more, satisfied with his two fingers, but needing them closer to you, to feel them on your skin. And sensing this, he pulled your panties to the side, letting his digits stroke against your swollen lips, spreading them apart and closing them around your clit.

As you bucked up towards him, he rolled the sensitive bud between his fingertips, biting down on his lip as he watched the way you held your breath, letting it go in long, trembling sighs when you couldn't hold it any longer. Those two fingers, now coated in your slick, coaxing your arousal on their own with ease. Forcing you to buck your hips towards him as you silently, but not subtly, asked for more.

And he obliged, letting his fingers slide between your lips and inside of you. Thick, strong, pulsing as he explored you, beginning to fuck you with them as you felt the definite threat of orgasm burn inside of you. He pressed further, the sharp cool of his rings as they came into contact with your skin serving as a delicious change in texture, one that made you mutter some expletive much to Oswald's amusement.

He rotated his wrist, fingers deep in you, down to the knuckles, hooked and tapping at the exact right spot to have you almost doubling over. It took so much effort to keep yourself balanced as you felt those two digits, manicured nails, polished rings, the hair close to the knuckles, now covered in your slick as he pumped them in and out to a purposeful beat. If you hadn't had something to concentrate on, like not falling, you knew you would have cum long ago.

The edge of the desk felt like it could snap under your white knuckle grip as you clung to it, your whines growing into moans, which gave way to a desperate scream as you reached your climax, clenching around Oswald's fingers as he spoke to you, endless praise, notes of admiration, 'good girls' being let out in a steady rhythm as he saw you through every ounce of pleasure.

With a shuddering breath and a soft whimper, you let the last vibrations of your orgasm roll over you, collapsing against the desk and steadying yourself on wobbling legs.

"See, what'd I tell ya?"

Your chest heaved as you caught your breath, body settling down post-orgasm, muscles relaxing, fingers untensing. You'd been hoping for such a tremendous example of what he was capable of, even though you already knew very well, and of course, being Oswald Cobblepot, he had delivered.

Watching him with hazy vision and half-lidded eyes you took in his every move. The slow, precise way he produced the napkin from under his empty whisky glass, running his two fingers along the flat of it before licking the last of your slick from them, a low moan rumbling in his chest at your taste.

Catching your eye, the lustful gaze with which you focused on him, he winked, offering you another of his knowing, mischievous grins.

"Two fingers, two of my fingers, are all you need, sweetheart."

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acapelladitty · 2 years

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“I want to fuck you against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it” for Oz in his office?

Oh, hell yeah. This fic is not OSHA compliant xx

The tinted glass is smooth against your chest as you lay your palms flat out on the observation window of his office; your upper body using the glass to steady yourself as you bite your teeth into your forearm and allow the flesh there to supress your moan.

Behind you, Oz sets a determined pace as he ruts rapidly against your ass; his every frantic stroke lighting and stoking the fire within your soaked core as you clench desperately around him.

"I want to fuck you against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it."

His words are dripping with his own arousal, voice deepening as his accented syllables wash over you and, even though the tint of the glass is likely to prevent any prying eyes, the prickling shame of feeling so vulnerable and exposed makes your heated skin flush even further.

Your skirt, hoisted above your waist, is pinned in place by one of his thick hands as the other wraps around the back of your neck; keeping you in place against the glass as his hips slam against your raised ass brutally with every thrust.

"Only for you, Oz."

You breathe the teasing words out between gasps, the approaching orgasm which you can feel building within your core making your thoughts short-circuit into a delicious white haze of pleasure.

"Damn right. Only for me, baby."

He parrots the words with a possessive growl, hand slipping around your neck to pin you in place as he buries himself fully with a final, savage thrust as his own orgasm hits.

The warmth of his release, caught by the rubber as his cock twitches within you, is enough to push you over the edge as you follow his peak with your own; a broken whine slipping free of your lips while your fingers clutch at the glass, desperate to find some much-needed purchase as your walls flutter around him.

It is a short-lived orgasm, as he is quick to pull free and flip you over, his thick body pressing your own against the glass as he drags you flush against his body for a deep kiss. As the taste of him fills your mouth, your arms loop around his neck as you anchor yourself to his body to steady your shaking legs.

"Do you think any of them saw you, doll?"

His voice is low and aroused, laced with amusement as he pulls free of your kiss to ask the heated question.

"If not," dropping your hand to his softening cock, you tease him softly, "then we can always try again later. And again. Until we're sure."

#oz cobblepot #oz cobblepot x reader #penguin #the penguin #oswald cobblepot #oswald cobblepot x reader #oswald cobblepot x you #penguin smut #the batman #the batman 2022 #colin farrell #colin farrell penguin #farrell penguin

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ccalhoun · 2 years

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would you write gotham's oswald cobblepot with a super gentlemanly male reader? like a wine and dine, giving his partner and their mother flowers on the first date type of guy.

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Oswald Cobblepot x Gentleman!Male!Reader

req?; yes!

warnings: male reader (he/him), reader can be cis or trans, "m/n" is used, Russian!Oswald, Russian!Gertrud, takes place before Gertrud's death, previously established relationship, coming out fic, meeting the parents fic, not many warnings this is just fluffy and nice, maybe some second-hand embarrassment, its short sorry </3

note: SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG NONNIE </33

cut for length!

You looked in the mirror, fixing your tie and making sure the suit you were wearing looked perfect. Your boyfriend, Oswald Cobblepot, was taking you to meet his mother. You knew he held his mother very close to him and you thought it was cute but you also knew that you had to get her to like you. You ironed your suit and cleaned it thoroughly, you even got Oswald to come over and double-check it for any wrinkles or imperfections in the suit.

"It looks perfect," Oswald sighed out, he had been there for the past hour supervising your suit. You looked back to where he was standing and smiled softly, he was the best boyfriend you could've ever asked for.

"Are you sure? I want my first impression to be perfect," You rushed out worriedly. Oswald pecked your cheek and grabbed your hand, he looked you up and down and nodded.

"Yes, I'm sure. Now let's get going, dinner starts soon," Oswald said, still holding your hand as he led you two towards the front door of your Gotham apartment.

"Wait, I can't forget the flowers," You spoke softly, chuckling at Oswald's rushed behavior, and grabbed the bouquet of roses you bought for Gertrud, they were the most expensive you could find. Due to them being expensive, they were pretty nice. Not a single wilt and the thorns were wrapped nicely so they didn't prick your hands when you picked them up.

"Are you ready to leave yet?" Oswald mumbled impatiently, lightly tapping his foot against the floor.

"Yes, Mr. Oswald Cobblepot. I'm ready to leave so I can meet your mother," You lightly mocked. Oswald seemed a little stressed so, you figured a small joke would lighten the mood. It worked a bit, his shoulders relaxed and he opened the door for you as you walked out and waited for him to walk out beside you and close the door. Oswald did as you expected and you walked towards your car so you two can drive to his mother's apartment. You opened the car door for him and closed it once he got in, going over to your side and sitting down.

"Ozzy, can you hold the roses for your mother?" You asked softly, you were careful that the roses didn't hit anything or bend in any way. You felt bad asking Oswald to hold them but there was no way you'd make Oswald drive, he already did so much for your relationship.

"Yeah, I can," Oswald said and gently took them from your hands. He may have seemed anxious to get going but he did want his mom to have a good opinion of you, and he knew the roses being of good quality would at least help a little with that.

You started your car and thus the drive to Gertrud's apartment started. You and Oswald made idle chitter-chatter on the way, talking but not about anything serious. The talking was definitely helping him, his nerves were slightly coming down from when you two left the house. His mother meant everything to him, and you were the man of his dreams. If his mother had a poor opinion of you, who would he choose? What would you think of him if he chose his mother?

Before Oswald's worrying could go any further, you parked the car in a convenient space in front of Gertrud's building. You got out and went over to Oswald's side of the car to help him out and get him his cane so he wouldn't need to hold onto your arm to walk properly. You got the flowers and followed him as he led you two towards the door of his mother's apartment.

Oswald knocked on the door, you stood close behind him, holding the bouquet of roses and shuffling your feet nervously. Gertrud opened the door slowly, her face lighting up when she saw her darling boy's face.

"Hi, Mom," Oswald muttered, he was more focused on making sure that Gertrud liked you. She wrapped Oswald in a tight hug and pulled him close to her, Oswald awkwardly hugging back. Gertrud left a kiss on Oswald's cheek when she pulled back from the hug and then saw you standing behind Oswald.

"добрый вечер, Gertrud" [rough translation; good evening] You rushed out. You had practiced Russian specifically for this, Oswald told you about how he and his mother are Russian, his mother speaking it as her first language and Oswald not knowing much more than the average American.

"Oh! What a charming man you have with! Who is this, my darling boy?" Gertrud asked, her hand holding Oswald's chin despite his obvious displeasure with her touching him.

"This is my boyfriend, m/n." Oswald stuttered out, he didn't know how Gertrud would react to him being gay, his heart was pounding in his chest while he waited for her to answer.

"Is he keeping you happy?" Gertrud asked with a smile on her face, of course the answer would be yes. Who wouldn't want to make Oswald happy? To her, Oswald was just an innocent boy.

"Yes, Mom, very happy," Oswald replied quickly, trying to stay calm and hide his anxiety.

"Then you two have my blessing!" Gertrud said with a laugh and hugged Oswald again, awkwardly hugging her back as he always does. Oswald let out a sigh and looked at you with happy eyes at the new information, Gertrud supported their relationship! Gertrud pulled back from the hug and motioned for you and Oswald to come in. Trying to be as polite as possible, you wipe your shoes on the welcome mat and take them off, setting them down next to the door inside.

"Miss Kapleput, these are for you," You said warmly, you gave her the roses and she smiled lightly at the beautiful bouquet. She set down the bouquet and mentally noted to put them in a vase later.

"Thank you, m/n," Gertrud said. "I made dinner, come, come," Gertrud said, ushering you two into the dining room. She had made some good-looking food, an equal amount of vegetables and meat (you guess it's probably because she didn't know if you were vegetarian or not).

"It looks great, mom," Oswald said, you nodding in agreement and sitting down at the table. You three ate in almost silence, Gertrud breaking the silence every now and then.

After you finished eating, Gertrud started a conversation with you. It was nothing too exciting, just her asking what your job was, how you knew Oswald, who your parents are, etc. Oswald finished eating and joined in on the conversation, telling his mother to stop interrogating you.

"Mother, we must be on our way now," Oswald asked after sitting through around 15 minutes of talking. He never understood how his mom could talk like that, 15 minutes felt like a ridiculously long time to talk to someone in his opinion.

"Awh, only if you have to go," Gertrud joked, laughing afterward and standing up so she could escort you out of her apartment. "It was perfect having you over, m/n," Gertrud said before hugging you and then hugging Oswald. "You will have to bring him over for dinner soon," She said while looking at Oswald.

"Yes, Mother, Of course. Goodbye," Oswald said and turned to you, "Let's get going," he rushed, obviously wanting to get out of there. You nodded and said your goodbyes to Gertrud, shaking her hand and walking out of her apartment. You closed the door behind you and walked towards the car with Oswald.

"I'd say that went well," You said happily, opening the car door for Oswald and closing it. Then opening yours and getting in the car yourself. You start the car in silence before Oswald speaks up.

"Yeah, it did," Oswald spoke softly. sounding happy.

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#ccalhoun #oswald cobblepot #oswald cobblepot x you #oswald cobblepot x reader #male reader

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penmansparadise · 1 year

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Hello everyone. It’s been a while, no? I wanted to post a little message for you all. First of all, I’d like to thank you all for the kind messages you sent when I had to make my sudden departure. They were all very much appreciated. Secondly, I’d like to announce that I am trying to ease back into writing. I know it’s been a long time, so I’m a bit rusty. I don’t think I’ll be posting anything new regarding the Stranger Things characters, which I know is unfortunate for most. However, I have been thinking of creating some new imagines or one shots, whatever you want to call them, for the show Gotham. It would be my first time dabbling in the DC world, so I’m a bit hesitant. I also want to make sure I’m posting content you all want to read, so it’s still up in the air. But while I sit here and waffle back and forth, please let me know if you’d be interested in reading stuff from that show. You can comment on this post, send me a pm, or hop into my asks. I’m not picky lol. I thank you all for supporting me even while I was away. Your kindness has not gone unnoticed. Hopefully I’ll be posting some new stuff soon. Much love xx.

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samantha-rae-velcher · 1 year

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"I will kill you!"

Oswald Cobblepot x Fem reader

Requested by: @animegal18 thank you for the request ❤️

Warnings: Violence, fluff, Oswald (Cuz DAMN!), swearing, mentions of blood, Y/n gets stabbed.

A/n: if you don't like any of the warnings then don't read. Those who do, please enjoy ❤️

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"Where is she!?" Oswald yelled, slamming his hands down on the table. He grabbed up his pistol and waved it around.

"She was here last night! Y/n was sitting right here! And when I get out here this morning, there was blood, and she's gone!"

Jim Gordon stood there with Harvey Bullock, they both looked at Ozzy like he was insane.

"Maybe, she got sick of your crazy shit and left." Harvey said.

"Then why is there blood!?" Oswald yelled.

"You know Y/n." Zsasz replied. "She usually does things that are over the top, and that only make sense to her."

Oswald walked towards the bar and clenched his fists, he gripped the gun in his hand, making his leather gloves squeak.

"Can't you send your guys after her?" Jim asked.

"Jim, all of my men are out looking. If she isn't found soon I will rip this city APART!"

"Hey boss!" One of his men said from the doorway.

"What!?"

"There's men outside, they say that they know where Y/n is."

Oswald straitened his suit and nodded at him. His man brought them into the lounge, they looked over at one of his body guards holding a gun.

"Is there something I can do for you, Gentlemen?"

"Yeah." One of them said. "If you wanna see your precious Y/n again, you'll fallow us. Mooney wants to talk to you."

"Mooney?" Jim asked.

Harvey slipped his flask back in his coat pocket, him and Gordon looked at each other. "What does she want with, Y/n?"

"That's none of your concerned." The man said. "You want your woman? Come with us. You're body guards are welcome to come too."

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"Fish!" Oswald yelled as he entered her club.

"My little Penguin." She called back.

"Where is Y/n!?"

"Yelling isn't going to get you what you want."

Oswald leaned forward and gripped the table, he was so close Fish could smell his cologne.

"If you don't tell me where she is....I will burn this place to the ground. Then I will hand you and your men over to Mr. Zsasz and he will have his way with you."

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Y/n was laying in a basement, she was bound and gagged. She was in so much pain, blood seeped out of her side. She could feel the cold chill of the outside coming through the wall, the only sounds she heard was water dripping from one of the pipes in the corner.

There were sudden heavy footsteps coming down the stairs, she tried to moved back but there was a sharp pain in her side, making her gasp. The door opened and a large man entered, she recognized him. It was Butch Gilzean. He knelt down beside her and pulled the gag out of her mouth and loosened the ropes.

"Come on, honey. Let's get you up."

"Where are you taking me?" She whispered.

"Penguin is here."

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Butch brought Y/n over to the table, he was about to hand her over to Zsasz when Fish held up her hand.

"You know, on second thought. You have done unforgivable things to me, Oswald. Things that need to be punished."

She grabbed y/n by the back of the neck and sunk her blade into her side. Oswald stood up and cried out, the rage filling him to the brim. Fish smiled at him and dropped Y/n to the floor.

Oswald got down to her level and held her to him, he pressed his hand to her wound and glared up at Mooney.

"I will kill you!" He hissed. "If she dies, you'll regret it, Fish!"

Victor bent down and picked up Y/n, he headed for the door with Oswald behind him.

"Bring the car around." Vic yelled.

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Y/n was laying in a hospital bed in a daze, she could hear the beeping of the machine showing her heart rate.

"Oz." She whispered.

Oswald shot out of his chair, he grabbed her hand and caressed her cheek.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, tears in his eyes.

"Pain."

He leaned over and kisses her temple, Zsasz walked to the room. His heart jumped when he saw her laying there limp, but breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the beeps coming from the machine.

"Victor." Oswald said. "Kill her. I want Fish Mooney dead."

Zsasz smiled. "On it boss."

THE END ❤️

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