#oswald imagine

[frost-queen]

The right approach (Reader x Oswald Cobblepot)

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Oswald cleared his throat loudly. Gazing at his own reflection for a moment. Adjusting the tie around his neck. Wanting. Needing to look absolutely perfect. This was an important decision and he wanted it to be perfect. Knowing he might only get one chance. Taking a step closer to the mirror, he smiled shyly.

Gaze dropping low to avoid eye contact. – “My darling.” – he began flashing his gaze back up to himself. – “Remind me again of how many years we are working together now?” – he asked himself. Imagining he was speaking to someone else. He flashed a teasing smile at the mirror. Letting his finger trail against the frame, mindlessly.

He chuckled softly, turning his head down.  – “Yes, three glorious years now.” – he answered for himself. Oswald moved his cane to the other hand, leaning hard on it. – “You see I was wondering…” – he continued, fluttering his eyelashes at his own reflection.

His gaze shifting just a tat in the reflection. Noticing a spectator in the door opening. His smile faltering, his gaze going stern. – “What do you want?” – he snapped, turning sharply around. Victor snorted loud, removing himself from against the doorframe.

“Are you trying to flirt with yourself?” – he asked with a dashing smile. Knowing just how much he would taunt Oswald with it. As expected, Oswald groaned annoyed, making him even laugh even more.

“You don’t know anything!” – Oswald called out, looking ashamed away. Victor moved his hands up in defence. – “Should I give you some space with yourself?” – already backing back up. – “Leave the mirror untouched if you like or you can clean it yourself.”

It took Oswald but a few seconds to understand his joke. Scoffing loud. As if he was going to kiss his own reflection. – “I’m practicing.” – he let out to make a clearer understanding. – “Hey, whatever floats your boat.” – Victor answered with a cheeky smile.

Oswald scoffed again. – “For Y/n!” – calling your name out as he was getting annoyed with Victor. Victor furrowed his brows, brushing his fingers over his chin. – “I knew it.” – victor spoke, moving his finger up and down on him. – “You have that virgin kiss written all over you.” – he specified. Oswald’s mouth dropped in shock.

Moving his cane up, ready to hit Victor a few times with it. – “There is no shame in it.” – Victor said jumping back from his swinging cane. – “I’ve kissed before!” – Oswald shouted at him. Lowering his cane with exhaustion. Victor simply pulled his shoulders up, not entirely sure about it.

Oswald had enough, giving up. He stumbled towards the armchair. Letting himself fall into it. Sighing loud, resting his hand against his forehead. – “I want to commit my partnership with Y/n.” – trying to make it clear to Victor, he wasn’t doing some idle things.

“Oh…” – Victor responded. Oswald sighed again. – “I want to ask her to rule by my side. I… I was practicing…” – looking nervously away, to avoid Victor’s judgement. Victor hummed loud. – “In that case, it was terrible.” – he outed, making Oswald gawk at him. Annoyed, he looked away, fuming with irritation.

“You don’t know anything.” – mumbling under his breath. Victor pulled out his gun to check it for a moment. Breathing on it, then cleaning the top with his sleeve. – “You got it all wrong. You will get it all wrong if you go like that.” – Victor said casually. Dropping some advice for him.

Oswald scoffed, turning his posture more away. Not wanting to listen to another word of him. – “Y/n is straightforward. You should approach it straightforward. No idle dreading.” – he advised. Oswald laughed a bit. – “I’m not just going to ask her so bluntly.” – he answered. Victor pulling his shoulders up in response.

“Why not?” – asking a simple question. Oswald got up, laughing more. – “That is ridiculous. Woman like to be wooed.” – making his statement clear. Victor still wouldn’t give in. – “Well, not Y/n.” – Making it extra clear to him he was taking on the wrong approach. Oswald waved his hand away, not having ears for it. – “Suit yourself.” – Victor putted his gun back away.

“Don’t come crying when she rejects you… hard!” – with those final words, he took his leave. Oswald bit his nail nervously, feeling a bit frightened of his words. Wondering if he would have it at the right’s end. Groaning loud, he tossed all of Victor’s advice out of the window. Knowing his own way would be the right one.

Oswald’s gaze went down to his watch. Seeing the time made him widen his gaze briefly. Making him hurry up to get everything in order for your arrival. Waiting the last few minutes by the window. Swallowing nervously upon hearing your footsteps on the stairs. – “Oswald! Os! Are you in here?” – you called out, appearing into the room.

Oswald turned around, moving away from the window. – “What’s the urgency?” – asking as you watched him move away. Returning with shuffling feet and clearly hiding something behind his back. – “Os?” – you questioned. Surprised when he shoved a bouquet of flowers forwards. The gesture made you look uncomfortable away.

“What this?” – you wanted to know, curious about the sudden flowers. – “These are for you.” – Oswald spoke. You accepted them without further questions. – “Y/n… how… how many years are we working together now?” – he asked stumbling a bit nervously over his words.

“What does that have to do with anything?” – you responded loud. – “Indeed three…” – he answered, not listening. Eyes widening when he your response became clear to him.

He rubbed the back of his head nervously with a sheepish laugh. – “Well you see…” – he continued. Getting very nervous. “What are you talking about?” – you cut in, getting slightly impatient with his delaying. – “What’s with the flowers?” – giving them a good shake. – “Spill it out Oswald!” – you let out.

Oswald gulped loud, cursing at himself for throwing his own approach away. Taking a deep breath, he let his gaze settle on you. – “I want you to become my queen, to rule the underworld with me.” – he confessed. Waiting for your response with a frightened heart.

“Oh why didn’t you just say that! I would love to.” – answering, throwing your arms around him. Kissing his cheek, made him look sheepishly away. – “I thought you were having a stroke or something, good thing it wasn’t.” – you teased him, giving him a poke in the cheek. Oswald showed you a goofy smile. You kissed him again on his cheek, before kissing him on the lips. Sealing your promise to him.

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[i-smoke-chapstick]

can you write gotham ozzie x reader?? like, their first time together and all; smut obviously, but with kinda feelings (we respect our emotional short king)

‘OFF TO THE RACES,

-GOTHAM!OSWALD COBBLEPOT X READER-

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; Oswald embraces his rather crude interests.

⋆ tags/warnings. GOTHAM!oswald x female reader. SMUT! (with feelings) PORN WITH (some) PLOT! I can’t stop writing oswald smut fics to lana del rey songs. Oswald being soft,,,and a bit rough. He’s a gangster, after all.

♫ “My old man is a bad man, but I can't deny the way he holds my hand / You are my one true love” Off To The Races by Lana Del Rey

You stare at him from across the table. God, you love this place, and you know he does too. His luxurious mansion and a banquet full of food parallel to you.

It feels like home to you two. And he’s been riding on a high ever since the both of you aknowledged your feelings. He still remembers it like yesterday- the way your eyes lit up. The way this feeling of sheer adoration, love, admiration; was reciprocated.

But somethings different tonight. You can’t quite place it. He’s at least eight feet away from you, fidgeting with his cain like how he did before you admitted your feelings to eachother. He’s stuck in his own head, and a blush dusts his perfect freckled face. He refuses to meet your gaze, and in his other hand, he lazily stirs a glass of brandy in his palm. Every now and then, you catch him looking into the swirls of the glass.

It surprised you, how much he drinks when somethings on his mind. Not to mention, he typically didn’t ask you to dinner like this. No, not now that the two of you were dating. This type of behavior was reserved for those flustered days beforehand- not now.

Your almost scared he’s going to break up with you. Let you go. Do something rash. Does he think you betrayed him or something…?

You tap your fingers along the side of the table. The food infront of you has gone uneaten, both of you anxious.

Finally, his blue-green eyes look up- and he clears his throat. He looks at you through dazed, hooded eyes. He’s obviously a bit tipsy from his drink, but not over confident. You almost jump at the sound of him. You cross your fingers and pray for the best.

He stares at you and his eyes narrow, feigning confidence. But in a way, his lip quivers, betraying how nervous he is to speak.

“Y/N. A man comes to a crossroads in his life, and he has to make a choice. Does he choose safety and cowardice, or…does he opt for courage, and risk everything?”

You take a beat as you follow his words. It almost sounds rehearsed. Just what the hell was he saying?

You can audibly hear him swallow.

“A man, ahem, also has…needs. So to speak.” He clears his throat again. “I choose courage. What I’m trying to say is-“ He sucks his teeth, almost rolling his eyes at himself. “The thing I’ve been wanting to ask you all day long is…”

His voice gets caught in his throat like a fish out of water. He continues to stare at you incredulously, almost horrified with himself for not being able to speak. You go to prompt him- before the dots connect in your head. The crimson blush on his cheeks. The fidgeting.

A man has needs.

You let out a loud bark of laughter, interrupting his crestfallen scilence. He immediately looks even more terrified, mouth opening and closing in surprise at your outburst.

“Y/N!” He tries to reprimand you, but it wavers. He’s flustered beyond belief, sure he’s made a fool of himself. “Why are you laughing?!” He weakly demands, a clear expression of dread on his beautiful face.

Through soft chuckles, your laugh dies down. “Are you asking to sleep with me, Oz?”

He’s rendered slack-jawed at the bluntness of your response. He immediately goes to defend himself, as to not sound offensive or vulgar.

“What?!? No-“ He quickly denies, before catching his breath and closing his eyes in a huff. “Yes.” He says quietly through gritted teeth.

It makes you chuckle again, and if his pale skin could get any redder it would. He glares at you now, obviously feeling a bit rejected.

“Okay, well you don’t have to laugh!” He squawks. The grip on his drink is so tight you can see his knuckles go white.

You realize that laughing might not have been the best idea. But you can’t help it. The man set up a dinner to ask his own girlfriend to sleep with him. It’s…sweet. Very gentlemanly. You flash him a smile.

“No, Oz. Trust me, I want to. It’s just…we are together now. You don’t have to ask me to dinner like you’re courting me in the 1800s. If you want to have sex, just say so.”

He’s stunned into scilence, obviously still a bit embarassed. He wants to explain himself. That he isn’t used to this. That he doesn’t want to offend you. He doesn’t want to lose you.

You realize you might have to make all the first moves for now. You quickly stand up from your seat at the table, and he watches your every move like a hawk.

“What are you-“ He goes to ask- before you stand over him. You offer him your hand, and nod.

“Bedroom.” You lower your voice to a whisper. Through utterly confused and stunned brows, he stares at you, before standing up in a hurry. He smooths his suit jacket down and spins his cane in his hand; quickly following you in a hurry out the dining room.

It started painfully slow, his hands messily stripping you of your clothes. His nose bumped into yours while the two of you kissed, his teeth clashing against you in a desperate and needy attempt to be closer. But you knew- every moment and kiss and too gentle peck placed against your skin was all out of love.

He got hard almost embarrassingly fast, and he knew it. But how could he help himself? The woman he loved was about to open her legs for him. You two were going to become one. What could be more fitting for his one true love? The amount of pleasure the act could bring you both had been on his mind for days. But he couldn’t necessarily just…ask for it. For one, it was embarrassing. And two, he’s fairly inexpirenced. That much he was sure everyone could see.

His lips ghosted over every inch of your skin, kissing you like his life depended on it. He worshipped you, eyes widening when you laid bare before him. He took in the sight, mouth agape as he stared intently at every curve of your body. You shuffled needily under his gaze, and felt his cool hand trace a long stripe down your chest to your slit.

You gasped when he inserted a finger suddenly. Without giving you time to adjust, he musters a pitiful “I’m sorry,” in a whisper. Oh, you can see right through him. He’s not sorry at all. He’s been waiting for this on the edge of his seat for the past week, you’re sure. And you’re happy to give it to him. Especially when his hand reaches a spot inside of you that makes you mewl underneath him.

The sound of your wet slick fills the room. You can tell he’s smiling at the sound, confidence finally spurring him on.

He hums at you underneath him, and quickly undoes his trousers in a much less elegant fashion than he had undressed you. No, now all of his moments are hard and fast. He keeps his suit jacket on, keeping himself clothed. You don’t see his cock, but you feel it peirce you in a swift movement.

The both of you let out an embarrassingly loud moan at this. You pray Olga is in a room much farther away.

He buries his face into the crook of your neck, soft grunts following as he thrusts slowwwww. You thread your hands in his hair and trace the light muscles in his back, and you hear him panting. He’s already getting close.

Only a few more seconds pass, before his whole body stills- and you know he’s cumming inside you. He becomes rigid in your hold, his hands grasping at the sheets and your body hard. You let out a yelp at the bruising grip, and feel his load in between your thighs as he slips out of you.

He lets out another series of “I’m sorry”’s, and these are much more genuine. He can’t bare to look at you, finishing so quickly. But you felt so good. So tight. And he hasn’t done… this in a long time.

You gently shush him, and feel him press soft ghosts of kisses to your head. Oh, he’s embarrassed. Let him catch his breath.

A few more moments pass and he’s lifting himself up on his elbows, looking down at you.

Your confused as to why he’s staring until he enters you again.

He places his forehead against your own, eyes closing. He gasps, sweat tainting his brow. You let out a loud moan at the feeling of being stretched out again- you know this must hurt for him. He must be overstimulated beyond belief. Not to mention how quickly he got hard again.

…But you think a part of him loves this. The feeling of his partner clenching around him, the feeling of the walls of your cunt grasping onto his cock. It makes him feel needed. The joining of your bodies and minds. After this, he is yours for eternity; like a dog on a leash. Just as you are his.

Prepare yourself, this is just the begginning. He intends to stay up all night claiming you like this, for many more nights to come.

[etherealfangirl10]

Kiss Me

One Shot

Masterlist

Pairing: Oswald Cobblepot x Reader

Gender: Female

Genre: Fluff

Warning: None

Summary:

-(Y/N) Zsasz, sister of Victor Zsasz. (Y/N) followed her brother, her only living relative, through his dangerous occupation, never able to figure out where she fit, herself. Up until she finds herself in the arms of her brothers most recent employer, that is.-

Groaning, (Y/N) rolled her eyes, exasperatingly turning towards her dear brother.

“Again? You’re always away, off killing someone. Can’t Penguin send someone else for once? You promised to watch an episode of ‘Shameless’ with me.” The girl whined, sticking out her lower lip in a pout.

“(Y/N), as much as I’d love to gawk at Ian tonight, I love my job, and this man is very important, so the job needs to be done right.” Victor replied, grinning.

Huffing, (Y/N) stood up, almost jumping off the bed she had been settled on. “Fine. Then I shall go and speak to him, myself, since you’re so reluctant.”

“(Y/N)- don’t you dare-!” Victor called after her, but she had already slammed the door shut, making her way downstairs. Yes, she lived in the manor, but that was because she had no where else to go, and Penguin needed Victor close just in case.

Stepping onto the lower floor, her bare feet touched the sleek, wooden tile, her long, loosefitting periwinkle colored dress cascading down to her ankles like a waterfall, the back trailing along the ground behind her. Penguin had offered her many... extravagant dresses, but she didn’t feel right taking the expensive clothing. She much preferred the simple, modest designs of the one she was currently wearing anyways.

Stopping in front of a large doorway, she reached out to trace her fingertips down the wooden doors, knowing who would be on the other side. Suddenly, nerves shot through her, and she wondered if it was too late to turn back.

(Y/N) hadn’t really ever spoken to Penguin, only brief greetings and when she accompanied Victor when Penguin had a job. He was... less intimidating than she thought he’d be, to be perfectly frank... with his adorable awkward rambling, his intriguing uncomfortable glances, and the ability to make her undeniably flustered with his generous unnecessary gestures.

No. She needed to tell him that he needed to reconsider sending Victor out. He’d been gone every night this week, and she was sick of it. Find someone else to kill your grudges. Steeling herself, (Y/N) placed the palm of her hands against the door, giving a large push. Without so much as a creak, the doors opened, revealing a large, long room. In the room was a very long table, only leaving room for a comfortable sitting area near the fireplace, which was almost always on. It’s heat filled the room now, and illuminated the man in front of it. Oswald Cobblepot, or, as she called him, Penguin.

“Penguin.” (Y/N) spoke up, making her presence known. She made her way towards him, lifting her chin in defiance.

The short man whirled to face her, mouth dropping open when he realized who she was. Oswald quickly shut his mouth, holding a glass of red wine in his left hand. Plastering on a smile, he addressed her.

“Miss Zsasz! So good to see you. What brings you down to see me?” The man asked, taking a step towards her as she finally stopped a couple of feet away.

“My brother. I’d like him to stay tonight. You’ve taken him away all week, and I’m tired of it.” (Y/N) demanded, lifting a brow. Oswald gave a short chuckle, setting his drink down with a soft ‘clink’ before folding his hands together in front of him.

“It’s endearing how much you care for him.” He murmured, and (Y/N) shot him a questioning look. See? He was a weird little man, complimenting her at this moment. (Y/N) felt her cheeks grow a tad warmer, and turned away as Oswald cleared his throat nervously.

“If you think so, then let him stay with me. Get your man tomorrow.” She urged, looking back at him with pleading eyes. If he didn’t agree now, she wouldn’t see Victor for another month, since he was going to hang with the girls for ‘business reasons’. This would be their last day they get together, and she would do anything to get Penguin to say yes.

“Miss Zsasz... I can’t do that. I’m so sorry, but this is an important-” He started, looking genuinely apologetic, to her surprise.

“Yes, yes, I know, important guy, must be done right. But Mr. Penguin, please. You must have some other hit man?” (Y/N) pestered, biting down on her lower lip.

The man was silent for a moment, surveying her face carefully, before taking in a shaky breath. “Please, Miss Zsasz, how many times have I told you to call me Oswald?” He questioned, deflecting her question.

“I don’t know. How many times have I told you to call me (Y/N)?” She shot back, furrowing her eyebrows. Penguin stammered, blinking rapidly.

“Very well. (Y/N)...” he tested, and (Y/N) couldn’t help but notice the way it rolled off his tongue so effortlessly, the way she felt herself tingle at how her name sounded coming from him. Cursing herself for those thoughts, she blinked to clear her mind.

“Oswald.” She replied with his own name, and hated how it felt so nice to call him that. It felt much more natural than ‘Mr. Penguin’, though she would never admit it. The girl saw his gaze flicker up to meet hers, and down again, sucking in a deep breath.

Finally, Oswald began to make his way towards her, closing the distance they had between them. (Y/N)’s eyes were drawn to the noticeable limp he had, and felt a pang of sympathy and adoration respect for the man. He was actually shorter than her, her being 5’7 and him around 5’5. Her gaze flickered back up to his face as he stopped before her.

“Fine. I will let Victor stay tonight. For you, (Y/N).” He mumbled, and she felt a surge of relief flood through her, along with something else she couldn’t quite place.

“Thank you.” The girl breathed, and met his blue gaze. Time seemed to slow, just slightly as she found herself searching his expression. Jeez, he was so infatuating strange.

“Of course.” Oswald replied hoarsely, before turning away, breaking the trance. Before she even knew what she was saying or doing, she reached out to grab his wrist, causing him to freeze.

“Wait.” She whispered, and (Y/N) saw the man visibly gulp. Cute Odd.

What was she thinking? Wait? Really? Why did she need him to wait? It was like her body acted on its own, not having time to consult with her mind. She got what she wanted, so then why hadn’t she already left? She decided to apologize, and looked down at him, blinking when she realized his face was only inches away from hers. This fact caused her mind to go blank, and she internally panicked. This wasn’t supposed to happen! What was going on?!

“Kiss me.” (Y/N) murmured quickly, causing her mind to go whirling. WhAt?! Whatwhatehatwhatehehehfhhjejcjwhaaaaa?! She did not just say that. Please let this be a dream. Please, please, please....

All was silent for a minute, before Oswald let out a flustered chuckle. Instantly, (Y/N) felt hurt course through her, without even knowing why herself. Ouch.

“You...want me to what?” The man asked, and she shook her head quickly, stepping away.

“Never mind. Forget I said that. I- thank you for-” but (Y/N) was cut off as lips smothered her words, pressing against hers for just a moment before pulling away.

(Y/N) looked down at Oswald, gaping. Did he just...?

His pale cheeks were tinted pink, and she felt her own face grow red.

“I-I’m sorry. I thought that’s what you wanted...but I realize now that you didn’t- I shouldn’t have- my apologies, Miss Zsasz, forgive me. I don’t know what came over-”

The silly rambler. She should give him a taste of his own medicine. Surging forwards, she placed a hand against his cheek, leaning down to press her lips against his. It lasted longer than the previous one, full of unsaid emotions. Once she pulled away, Oswald began to search her expression, surprised beyond belief.

“Oooookay. Well, I’m gonna pretend I didn’t see that.” The duo turned simultaneously to face the new voice, and saw Victor retreating from the room, waving a hand over his shoulder.

A minute of silence passed before the situation dragged a giggle from (Y/N)’s mouth, and Oswald turned to face her, his own smile tugging at his lips.

“I believe... we have much to discuss.” (Y/N) murmured softly, and the man took her hand in his own.

“Then we better get right to it, my dear.”

[sassy-imagines]

[lepeditz]

IMAGINE, BEING A FALCONE, BUT YOU GOT DISOWNED

“So, you’re the Falcone That got disowned?” Oswald Cobble-to asked with a smirk

“Ehh... depends how you define disowned” You shrugged not caring

“I define it, as you were kicked out of your family, and they hate you, and will never EVER speak to you again!” Oswald explained

“Welp, I’m disowned” You laughed slightly

“What’s your name?” Oswald asked curiously

“(Your Name) Falcone, AKA disowned child” You bowed mockingly

“At your service!” You smirked, and loaded your two hand guns

“I think..... we will be very good friend, you and I” Oswald laughed, and you joined

[gothaming-with-andy-blog]

Reblog if you have a Gotham OC

[super-legalizelove]

Imagine meeting penguin and becoming close with him

[wheresmaldo865]

Imagine Oswald Cobblepot

Imagine Oswald taking a hit in the face for you.

Oswald: Id think twice before trying that again. *Glares*