ooc bruce/ self indulgent fic (don’t question me) , age gap but it’s not huge. bruce (31) and reader (20)
you came from a well off seemingly picture perfect family but nothing is ever perfect especially not in gotham city. your father was hosting a gala in honor of the city’s supposed recovery from the flood. a large ballroom was filled with gothams elites and other wealthy assholes. you really weren’t feeling the celebratory mood tonight so you occupied a corner.
bored out of your mind, you swirled around your champagne glass filled with apple cider and took a sip. god you wished it was actually filled with champagne but you weren’t legal drinking age yet so your father didn’t want you to soil the family’s image. “what are you doing y/n.” you heard a voice you knew all to well it was harsh and hoarse. “dad- you look great and the party’s-“ you turned around to face your father. “y/n why aren’t you mingling? you look stupid just standing around.” he groaned.
“it’s just i’m tired from university it’s really kicking my ass so i’m sorry if i don’t wanna play pretend right now.” you huffed and your fathers eyes filled with anger. “why are you tired? you’re mediocre in all your classes and your a mediocre l/n.” your fathers words were like venom. “that’s not fair.“ you felt tears pool around your eyes but you quickly wiped them away. “don’t cry or i’ll give you a reason to cry.” he scoffed. “im calling it a night, i’ll see you at home.” you try to walk away but he grabbed your wrist tightly. “dad your hurting me.” you winced.
“is there a problem here?” you heard from a man behind you. “mr wayne i’m so glad you decided to come-.” your father let go of your wrist and you sighed in relief rubbing your wrist with your other hand. “and no problem i was just talking to my daughter.” you turned around and nodded agreeing with your dad. “are you okay.” bruce looked to you with sympathetic eyes, nobody has ever looked at you like that. “y-yeah.” you lied. “would you like to get a drink?” bruce offered you his hand, before you took it you looked to your father and he rolled his eyes nodding. “i would.” you smiled talking his hand.
you two walked to the bar in pure silence and you figured you’d break the silence. “i want to thank you mr wayne” you let go of his arm. “don’t.” he said plainly. “does he hurt you.” he cleared his throat. “only because i stupidly stood around instead of talking.” you lowered your head in shame, you felt tears drop down your cheeks. bruce lifted your chin with his hand, he didn’t mean to but it was just like an instinct. “shh it’s alright.” he gently wiped your tears with his thumb. you felt like putty in his hands.
“why don’t we get out of here… would you like that?” he caressed your cheek before removing his hand from your face, you loved the feeling of his rough hands on your face. he smiled waiting for your response but it was faint. “yes.” you breathed out.
authors note: not edited or beta read we d!e like men !
rpatz batman is so fine 😩☹️ i need reeves to give him a robin or something so it can heal my daddy issues 🍪
I have a mighty need of 2022 Oswald Cobblepot, so I am reaching out to my most trustworthy source of Daddy Oz content 🙏🏻
I was thinking about a shy, innocent-looking reader (I remember those headcanons of yours 👀) being dragged by her friend to Oz's club where they meet at some point, reader is confused when he talks to her and looks both ways before pointing at herself to make sure he is indeed talking to her and he eventually invites her over to his office to "have some fun" and tell her what a good girl she is 🫢 And maybe just maybe he asks for her number afterwards and she gives it to him 🥰
Thank you sm I know you won't disppoint XOXO❤️
A Glimpse
Farrell!Penguin x Female!Reader, word count: 1k
i am going to cry ;-; trustworthy? me? ;-; the pressure jhjahsd i might disappoint anon lmao oh god oh though my god me and my little simpleton smile and plain face and stupid round head are quaking in our boots ;-; god i want him to tell me i'm a good girl and then i'll add that to my c.v. thanks 💜
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minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: flirting, biting, love bites, marking, shy!reader
As a hopeless romantic, you had wasted a lot of your time waiting on someone sweeping you off your feet. To the point where your friends often had a good laugh about your lack of experience, and how the experiences you had were all terrible. Pathetic men who didn’t deserve the time of day, but who managed to convince you that the affair was romantic enough that you could give yourself over to them.
And you’d been dragged to the Iceberg Lounge, an attempt by your friends to get you to give in to carnal urges instead of desperately seeking some classic novel inspired romantic relationship. Or as they had put it, “you needed to get laid.”
While they found their respective potential partners amid the myriad of strangers on the dancefloor, you leant against the bar, watching them have fun. If you were just a little bit less shy, you might have been able to push yourself into someone’s favours. But your inability to speak out, combined with your innocent face, soft cheeks and big eyes, make-up less since it was a skill you weren’t destined to master, this meant you were often left standing to the side.
Your eyes drifted to the other side of the room, searching for a blank space in the shadows to focus on, lest you make eye contact with someone and give them the wrong idea. But you were drawn to, and unintentionally settled on, a large man wearing an impeccable suit, watching over the club with a scrutinising stare. He oozed charm. And you recognised him, quickly placing him as Oswald Cobblepot, owner of the club, criminal, villain. Exactly the kind of man that would be the unlikely love interest in…No. Stop.
But you noticed he was staring back, and if you weren’t mistaken, looking you up and down. Perhaps he was acknowledging subtly that you didn’t look like you belonged. Everyone else was beautiful, glamorous, outgoing and flirty. As you wondered which of your flaws it was that set you apart though, he motioned with his hand, signalling a drink? Did you want one? You looked to your left and right before pointing at yourself, mouthing ‘me’ to just make sure, willing to embarrass yourself for clarity. He nodded slowly, starting to head towards you.
You turned around swiftly, knocking back the remainder of the drink you had ordered, trying to look at yourself inconspicuously in the mirror behind the bar, smoothing your dress at the front as you noticed he was coming up behind you. Turning, you felt your heart leap as you faced him.
“Oswald Cobblepot. And course I was talking about you, you see a nicer lookin’ dame here?”
He was so easy to talk to, completely charming, self-effacing enough that he was irresistibly endearing. Before you knew it you were two drinks down, an hour spent just talking to him. Without noticing, he had you on a stool beside him, leaning in, his hand on your knee, fingers teasing the skin as they trailed around softly.
“Listen, sweetheart. It’s too loud down here, I do my best work in a more…relaxed environment. What’s say we head up to my office?”
And you followed him. You didn’t even remember saying yes, although that was what you had intended to say. Desperately, completely, one hundred percent yes. It might not be a fairy-tale romance, but it did feel like you were being whisked away by a shining knight, but you needed to stop. This could just be a thing, a fluke, nothing might come of it, and that would be fine too.
Once in his office, you submitted to his charms again, sitting close by him on the sofa while he placed his palm on your thigh, letting it trail further up your leg before coming back down again to your knee, over and over again, inching a little bit higher each time he closed in on the hem of your dress. You were giggling more than you ever had, face blushing, subconsciously leaning forwards, into him, and exposing your cleavage, letting your fingers linger on his arm, licking your lips.
Despite the two of you being the only ones in the room, he still leant in to whisper in your ear.
“Wanna have some fun, sweetheart?”
“I’m already having fun, Mr. Cobblepot.”
“You’re easily pleased, huh?”
He let his lips find your neck, kissing deeper as you leant your head to the side, feeling hand find your hip, the other tracing the curve of your side before cupping your breast. His tongue, fast and firm, left your skin moist and tingling, teeth clenching into the skin as he sucked lightly. You knew there would be a mark, and you were excited at the prospect.
With your fingers tight on his shirt collar, you pulled him close, into you, desperate for him to take it further. And when his hands finally found their way back to your leg, you let your thighs separate slightly, indicating your willingness, your desperation for his touch. But there was a knock on his door. An interruption.
Oswald pulled back from you, an apologetic look in his eyes. You smoothed your dress and your hair, trying to cover where you thought the mark from his bite would be.
“Come in.”
“Sorry to disrupt you, Mr. Cobblepot, but there’s a uh…situation.”
“Ok, I’m coming, I’m coming.”
Standing from the sofa, he adjusted his jacket, shirt and bowtie before offering you a hand to pull you up beside him.
“I’m sorry to cut it short sweetheart, I gotta go deal with this. But there’s a notepad and pen on the desk. You be a good girl and leave your number.”
Waiting for him to leave before you moved, you headed over and put your name, number, and a small kiss on the paper before heading back down to the dancefloor, satisfied with the meet-cute, the romantic first touches, and the prospect of living out a steamy romance novel with Oswald Cobblepot.
The new rataalada update really inspired me here's my Edward nashton cosplay but make it *artsy*
i HAVE SO MANY thoughts about him. Prepare for some serious angst..
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Y'all could have avoided this by just hiring a fat guy from the get-go.
"When asked about reprising his role for a second series, he told Total Film: “I don’t know, man. Don’t get me wrong – I loved it – but it got in on me a little bit. By the end of it, I was bitching and moaning to anyone who would listen to me that I fucking wanted it to be finished.”
He continued: “I tried to remind them that I had ‘grumpy gratitude.’ I was still grateful, and still honoured – I grew up watching Burgess Meredith [who played the role in the ’60s TV series], and then Danny DeVito [in Tim Burton’s 1992 film Batman Returns] was my Penguin – so being a part of the lineage of that storytelling, I really did feel privileged. But by the end of it…”
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Farrell explained that he needed a break from the role and taking up it again for another series would be in part up to showrunner Lauren LeFranc.
He said: “Lauren said, ‘Look, if I could find a way that makes sense, would you talk about it?’ And I said, ‘Absolutely.’ And maybe in a year I would. But when I finished I was like, ‘I never want to put that fucking suit and that fucking head on again.’”
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(Another Reeves verse Riddlejokes chapter fic. I think me and Anny have a problem)
Summary:
Joker and Eddie's relationship is nothing short of domestic, but they hit a few bumps in the road when Joker realizes his softness for Eddie has tarnished his reputation.
Eddie is head over heels for the clown, but Joker is in denial of his feelings. Trouble ensues.
"When that light hits the sky, it's not just a call, it's a warning... to them, fear is a tool. They think they can hide in the shadows but I am the shadows "
Heya! Could I please request a lil cute fic about reader telling Oz that they are pregnant? Thanks.
I really love your Oz stories 🐧 ♥
Chick
Farrell!Penguin x Female!Reader, word count: 1k
ok yeah i got soft for this, i didn't think it would be my thing, but like i'll do anything for ozzie ;-;
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minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: pregnancy, afab female reader, mostly fluff
His staff had let you in almost an hour ago, and you’d been sitting at his desk since then, waiting patiently. Or impatiently, you realised, when you noticed that you scribbled so mindlessly and with such pressure that you had gone through the scrap of paper and had managed to get ink and lines onto the no doubt expensive wood veneer of the desk. Oswald Cobblepot’s desk.
It still made you a little bit nervous to think of him as anyone other than Oz, Ozzy, your sweet, affectionate…boyfriend felt too juvenile of a term, he was older, more sophisticated. He was your…not partner, because to be honest you weren’t sure he thought of you as anything more than a fling. Sometimes, behind the smile you wore permanently when you were with him, you were concealing the worry that you were just someone to have on his arm, a trophy, some kind of status symbol among his friends and colleagues.
And now you were here about to deliver the worst news.
“Hush money? Will he offer to pay you discreetly forever? Is he going to have strong opinions on keeping it or not? Do I have strong opinions? Always wanted a kid…one that’s set for life wouldn’t be so bad. But then what if he wants nothing to do with it, them…us?”
“Hey, sweetheart! I’m so sorry to keep you waiting, you been here long?”
Oswald burst into the room, jovial, charming, his presence enough to calm you usually, but now it made your stomach tighten, goosebumps forming on your flesh and a lump growing in your throat. It was difficult to look at him, but you persevered, desperate to keep things mellow, not wanting to rush yourself into delivering the news to him.
“Come sit with me, baby.”
“Urgh, had to be baby.”
You took a seat beside him, his hand instantly on your knee, the other stroking your cheek.
“Where are my manners, can I get you a drink?”
You shook your head, opening your mouth and finding that no sound was coming out.
“Hey, sweetheart, you don’t look so good…you ok?”
Again, silence, as you nodded to him, trying to force a smile onto your mouth but feeling the light sting of tears.
“Woah…oh, oh no, hey.” He shushed you as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. “What’s going on, kid?”
“Kid. Baby. Fuck.”
“Nothing, Oz…I’m…nothing.”
“Come on! You think I’m stupid?” Looking up at him, his smile still warm, gold tooth glinting mischievously, echoing the glint in his eyes he had when he stared at you. “Tell me what’s wrong, I can fix it.”
“You can’t fix everything, Oswald.”
A look of concern crossed his face. A mistake, calling him Oswald. You never did that. Not in the seven months you had been him, not after your first kiss when you had breathily uttered it while he held your hands.
“I suppose you might be right. But I can fix you a drink. What you having?”
“Oz, I don’t…”
“What? You’re not gonna join me? You always do.”
“I can’t, Ozzie.”
“Oh, now you can’t? Who says? How come you can’t have a drink with Ozzie? These some new rules you’re self-imposing becau-”
“I can’t because I’m pregnant.”
It just came out. Frustration at his questioning, that he wasn’t listening to you, or that you were having to lie to him? Whatever the reason, you had blurted it out into the room and immediately hidden your face into your hands, sobbing heavily at the realisation of it all. As though reality had only really settled when you had finally confessed to him.
As you sat, shielding your red face and sad, gilt-ridden eyes from the world, Oswald spoke from somewhere beside you.
“You sure?”
A sniffling mumble of a yes managed to get out, but you were nodding, so you assumed he understood your answer.
“Doctor or a test?”
“Both.” You rubbed your nose on your arm, Oz’s hand suddenly in front of your face, offering you a handkerchief.
“And I hate to ask, sweetheart. I really do. But we never…talked about…I mean, I’m one to practice exclusivity but there was no need for you to-”
“Definitely yours.”
You stared straight ahead at the wall, only aware of him in your peripheral. Swallowing your nerves, fists clenched around the handkerchief he had offered, you waited for him to speak, and you waited a long time.
“Well, I’m gonna have a drink.”
That was it. That was all he had to say? And you couldn’t blame him. A stiff drink really would help to take away the shock, the pain of this revelation. From his desk, you heard him open the little cabinet where he kept his best glasses and liquor. You waited for the familiar sounds of the ice clinking, the pour of the thick liquid into the crystal glass. But there was a sharp clink and a loud pop.
You turned at the sound, looking at Oz who stood by his desk pouring champagne into a glass.
“Sorry, sweetheart. I know it’s rude drinking while you can’t, but I’m not going to light a cigar around you and this is…this is some news!”
“You’re…ok?”
“Ok? Kid! Were you worried I’d be anything less than over the moon?”
“Oz…I was so worried.”
“Mia amata! I’ve got you, and now to boot I got a smaller version of you coming too?”
He stepped to you, taking your hand and easing you up.
“Careful, easy.”
“Oz, I’m nowhere near far enough along to be delicate.”
“Yeah, I don’t think so, sweetheart. You’re gonna be lucky if I let you walk anywhere. I might carry you everywhere, bridal style. Which speaking of…you got less of a reason to say no to me now when that comes!”
Laughing at his own dumb joke, he smiled wide, leaning forward to kiss your forehead, holding you close and stroking your hair.
“You’re definitely ok…happy?”
“Course I am, sugar. And now you’re stuck with me.”
I just read one of your Oswald Cobblepot (from the 2022 movie) x reader fics and I need more 😭 May I request reader being flirted on while Oz is not around? She tries to politely put the guy down, but he won't get off her hair until Oz walks in and she clings to him to make a point that she is not interested. Would be great if you could add some comfort afterwards! Thank you so much and no pressure!
anon you're killing me this was such a good idea and it gave me all kinds of emotions while i wrote it u-u ily and pls come back for more and also i'm sorry it's so long i got carried away i just love him tho
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Daddy's Got You
Farrell!Penguin x Female!Reader, word count: 3.5k
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minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: use of force, tw for a tiny bit of non-con kissing, violence/beating (deserved), exhibitionism, pet names
Throngs of crowds surged in a strange unison to the music that played over the bass-boosted speakers. You weaved in and out of them, working your way to the bar, only briefly looking up from the floor where you carefully watched your step to see if Oz was in his office, if he was standing by the windows waiting for you to come in. Through the glass you could make out his form, sitting hunched over the desk. He was always so busy with work, and so stressed too. You could head straight up, maybe soothe him, relax him a little bit, but you knew how much he loved it when you brought him a drink. It felt like you were his wife, his stay-at-home little woman who lived to please him when you walked through the door with a glass of his favourite scotch. It was so much more personal than having one of the wait staff bring it, much more intimate.
At the bar, you hover back for a moment, not wanting to seem impatient. You might be the owner’s girlfriend, but you’re just a normal customer like everyone else. Oz didn’t see it like that, but you still did. It was strange to be suddenly whisked above your normal station in life, waited on and spoiled by Oswald Cobblepot, when just months before you had been applying for a minimum-wage, part-time job behind this same bar. And you still weren’t sure why he’d been so taken by you, but you were grateful, because the moment he stepped up to you, leaning against the varnished wood and puffing on his cigar, you developed an intense crush on him. It still didn’t feel believable that the feelings were reciprocated.
Smiling, warmed by the memories of your first meeting, your first date, and a lot of other firsts, you realised you’d been standing back for a while, and the bar was now a bit quieter. Approaching it, you made brief eye contact with a waiter at the other end who began walking towards you. You opened your mouth to speak, but a body suddenly appeared directly in front of you, hand out and reaching over the bar, snapping fingers and loud, brash words.
“Hey, little help! If you’re not too busy doing nothing, can I get a drink? Bourbon, if you can find the time.”
You eased to the side from behind them, catching the waiter’s eye and making a bit of a judgemental face at the man in front of you, shaking your head and gesturing to him so the waiter could serve his first. And although he tried to stifle his smile, the waiter laughed and held up one finger to you before starting on the small order for the asshole who cut in line. Which was a shame, because it obviously signalled to him that there was someone behind him, and he turned to speak, his face turning from blank and practised apology to an uneasy leer.
“Oh…oh! I’m sorry, were you in line?”
“Yes, I was. But it’s fine, I’m not in any huge rush.”
“I don’t believe that, girl like you always has someone waiting for her.”
“Ah, but they can wait patiently, unlike some.”
He leaned in, you tilted your head away from him, but it only exposed your neck for more of his body to move in towards.
“Hm, find it hard to believe anyone could wait patiently for you. Let me buy you a drink.”
You stepped back, turning your body completely away from him.
“That’s fine, it’s not necessary.”
“Wasn’t a question. Hey, you!” He snapped his fingers again. “Quicker with the bourbon, huh? And can I get a…what was it?”
“A scotch and a glass of champagne.”
“A scotch and a- you need two drinks?” You nodded, face blank. “Scotch and a glass of your finest champagne then!” He turned back to you. “You’re welcome. No need to say thanks, I’m sure you can show me your gratitude in some other way. Maybe give me your number?”
“Oh, no thank you. If that’s the case, let me just give you the money.”
“Hey, woah! Ok, maybe that was the wrong approach with a girl like you. Sorry. I’ve seen you around here though, and this is the first time I’ve been able to catch you before you disappear.”
“You’re in here a lot?”
“So are you.”
You raised your eyebrows at him, rolling your eyes as you turned back towards the bar, leaning your body on it. From the corner of your eye, you noticed him lean his body back, eyes wandering over your body, smirking at you as they gazed up and down over your slightly bent pose. You stood back up, soothing down your dress and coughing, trying to let him know politely that you were very aware of his staring.
“Listen, yeah, I’m in here a lot. And I notice you every time. I like your style, and some other things about you too.”
“I’m not interested, sorry.”
“Rude, at least let me make my case here.”
“I’m not being rude. I’d just rather not waste your time. Since you seem so busy.”
“Hey, come on, let me show you what you’ll be missing if you walk away from me.” He moved his hand towards yours, which rested on the bar. You pulled it back before he could make contact.
“Ok, I’ll just get my drinks later.”
“Woah, wait, where you going?”
He grabbed your arm as you walked off, trying to make it to the back of the building where the stairs to Oz’s office were. Snatching it back and shaking free you leaned into him to say some choice words, but chose not to. Instead, you swiftly turned and walked off, not realising he was still following behind until you were at the back of the room and encased in shadows, where the music was quiet enough that you could hear his footsteps, but not quiet enough that you noticed before it was too late. Before he had you cornered, unnoticeable to anyone else, too focused on dancing and drinking. Your back was up against the wall as he approached you, the knuckles of one hand gently trailing down your neck, while the palm of his other found your hip and snaked round to your lower back. You flinched as he leaned his face towards yours.
“Come on, don’t be like that.”
He dove forwards, his head between your neck and shoulder, kissing at the skin while his hands, one around your back and the other pressed on to your hip, held you against the wall, his body doing most of the work in keeping you pinned against it. His mouth, wet and hot, opened against your skin, teeth grazing against you as he forcefully made his way up to your cheek, closing in to your mouth before you were interrupted by someone close by clearing their throat. Looking to the side, you could see some figures, hard to tell in the shadows, but as they stepped closer you knew you could recognise one figure in particular. Oswald. And given that it was Oswald up front, it was a safe bet that the two figures behind him were his goons.
“Hate to break up a party, but what’s going on over here, kids?”
Without looking up from your neck, one hand mercifully left it’s grip on your body to shoo off the three men who stood at the bottom of the stairs.
“How about you lay off, buddy. We’re not bothering anyone.”
As your eyes adjusted to the darkness and you could read the look of solid irritation on Oz’s face, you stuttered some words out.
“I’m fine, it’s ok. It’s not what it looks like.”
“No sweet cheeks, I think this is exactly what it looks like.”
With a snap of his fingers, the two men who stood dutifully behind him, hands clasped in front of their hulking bodies, stepped forward and took an arm each of your assailant. A string of saliva trailed from your neck to his mouth, and your stomach lurched, mouth downturned in shame and disgust. As he was hauled up the stairs, Oz started up behind them, and you followed behind Oz, worried that he might be thinking the worst of you, not afraid for your life but afraid for your relationship, which you valued above everything else.
As you entered the office, your new ‘friend’ was being tossed to the ground, landing hard and smacking his back against a coffee table. The two goons separated off to the side, leaving space for Oswald to approach the pathetic loser who cringed on the floor.
“You mind telling me what was happening, son?”
Realisation flitted over his face, quickly followed by panic.
“Oh my god…y-you’re Oswald Cobblepot, I mean Mr. Cobblepot. Or Penguin? Sorry, Mr. Penguin?”
“How about sir for right now, eh?”
Oz shot a quick look at you, before motioning for the crumpled and significantly more nervous looking man on the floor to continue explaining himself before his audience.
“Yes, right s-sir. Well, sir, it was nothing really. She was flirting with at the bar.”
You scoffed, eyebrows furrowing as your upper lip turned up into a snarl, head shaking at his words. Oz looked at you, nodding slowly. He turned back and took a step forwards.
“Is that right then?”
“Yes, sir. I don’t know if she’s here grifting or not, but she was very willing up until you guys showed up. I didn’t get the wrong idea, I promise. She was all over me right before that!”
Oz took another step forwards, leaning over the man on the floor, smiling wide as he stood back up and moved back to you, standing protectively in front of you.
“No, see that’s not what happened.”
“Sir, I swear to you-”
“Oh, don’t make it worse for yourself kid. I saw you, watched the whole thing. She wasn’t interested in you, it was obvious even from up here.”
“You couldn’t hear though, she really was-”
Oz put his hand up, silencing the man with just the confidence and authority in the gesture.
“Don’t lie to me kid. I saw everything. Besides,” he brushed a loose strand of hair delicately behind your ear, “my princess would never do something like that to me, and especially not standing in my own club.”
“Oh fuck, oh god, Mr Cobblepot, Sir! I’m so sorry sir. I didn’t know, I had no idea!”
“So if you don’t know if she’s with someone, it’s ok for you to have her against a wall against her will? No class in dogs like you, none at all.”
With a snap of his fingers, Oz walked to his desk, sitting down in the leather desk chair, opening the bottom drawer and ushering you over. The goons began dealing severe blows to the man on the floor, who whimpered and pleaded until all he could muster were grunts and groans. Oz poured two drinks into crystal glasses, handing you one and gesturing for you to sit down in his lap.
“It’s not cold, baby, and it’s not your usual drink. But it’ll settle your nerves.”
He drank his entirely in one gulp, setting the glass down and turning his attentions to you completely, ignoring the yelps and thuds mere feet away from you both. You were the only thing that mattered to him the moment, in most moments. He held you close, checking over your neck where the stranger had been so aggressively kissing you. With his large, thick fingers, Oz held your chin and tilted your head in every angle to ensure there were no bruises, no marks he might have missed that would signify how swiftly the man on the floor might meet his end.
Satisfied that you were left unmarred by your encounter, he dropped your chin, hand moving instead to your cheek as he stared deep into your eyes.
“You ok, doll?”
“I’m fine, I’m ok.”
“Sweetheart, I’m so sorry I didn’t see it happen faster. If I’d known he’d followed you I would have take him out back and shot him.”
“Ozzie, it’s ok. I’m ok.” You offered him a weak smile. You were telling the truth, you were fine. You could handle yourself. But you were still shaken, and something about being sat in his lap, the sincerity in his voice as he tried to reassure himself more than you that everything was ok, had you melting, desperate for him to hold you, considering how bad things might have been had he not been there to save you. He must have noticed the tiny, fleeting moment of fear that crossed behind your eyes, as he was suddenly wrapped around you tighter, holding you close to his chest as he offered a small kiss to your forehead, resting his chin on top of your head while you rested on his chest.
“Oh sweetheart, come here. Daddy’s got you now. We’ll make it all better huh?”
He tilted your head up to him again, where his lips met yours in a gentle and passionate embrace. You leant into it heavily, resting what felt like all of your body weight on his mouth alone, lips tingling against his, the breaths from his nose warming you under him. You opened your eyes, lips still against his, peppering tiny little finishing kisses, looking up to meet his eyes. But he was staring, unblinking at the bleeding and broken man on the floor. The goons had done their worst, and Oz nodded to the door, through which they left in silence.
“Oz?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“Are you…ok?”
“I was just thinking we should show this asshole how you actually treat a woman? Might be a good finish to his punishment for him to see someone else take you like he so badly wanted to.”
Before you could ask him if he was sure, checking that he wasn’t just acting out of pure rage, his mouth was clamped over yours again, moaning deeply into you, the sheer volume alone vibrating through your chest as he stood you up, following you, hands around you and over you, fitful grabbing and squeezing on every curve, every part of you he could easily reach as you both stumbled over to the tall filing cabinet to the left of his desk.
Taking hold of your hips, he hoisted you up and on top of it, letting your legs dangle over the edge as he walked back to his desk, wheeling his chair over and sitting down in it in front of you. He lifted your legs up onto his knee, one at a time, taking off your shoes. With them both off, he kissed your ankle, trailing kisses all the way up your legs, onto your knee, straining to kiss at your inner thighs, his large palms on the tops of them as his fingers pushed back the hem of your dress, exposing more and more of you to him, and to the beaten and bloodied man who breathed heavily on the floor.
With one deep, longing kiss against the front of your panties, his groan sending tingles through your entire body, Oz turned away from you, his attention now with new enemy.
“I want you to sit there, squinting through those two black eyes you got, and watch me do what you will never get the chance at. I want you to watch me make her cum.”
He wheeled the chair to the side slightly, offering you in full view to the room, and pulled your pants to the side. The man on the floor turned his head, slowly and painfully, to the ground.
“Oh what, now you’re gonna show a modicum of respect? You look at me! Look me in the eyes you piece of shit.”
When he was certain that the man’s gaze was being held by his own, Oz slipped one large finger between your folds, teasing at your entrance. He pressed it in further and out again, completely, returning it with another one of his fingers, pressed in and exploring your cunt. Wet sounds filled the room as he inserted his digits up to the knuckles, his rings teasing at your lips, cold and hard compared to his warm and soft digits. He crooked them inside of you, pressuring spots that had you groaning under his touch, writing on the top of the cabinet and thrusting yourself into him. At a slight yelp, his fingers ring deep in you, he withdrew them completely, a small trail of your arousal following them. He brought his fingers up and to his face, inhaling at them the way he did his cigars before he lit them, and putting them completely in his mouth, sucking your slick off of it and moaning at the taste of you on his tongue. Oz laughed, sneering at the man in the corner, turning his full attention to you. He shifted you forward on the surface, pressing his face against your pussy, at the perfect height to devour you. He pressed his palms against your thighs and rubbed them up, curving around your waist and taking your dress up with them, letting it sit at your waist as he lowered his hands again, fingers dipping into your panties and pulling them down and off, tucking them into the pocket of his suit jacket.
He pressed his face to you, slightly crooked nose making contact first, rubbing against you as his tongue pressed out and in between your lips, flicking up and down quickly, lapping at the already copious amounts of your juices. He moaned in pleasure, looking up at you as you ran your hands through the thinning hair on top of his head, fingers digging into the thicker hair at the sides to pull him closer into you, desperate for his touch and the sounds of approval. As if he was reading your thoughts, he pulled back slightly, licking your lips in between his words
“Baby, tell him how good I am. Tell him…mmm…how good Daddy feels…how nice his tongue is against your clit…how you would never want some disgusting low life…hmm…to touch you when you…oh…when you have Oswald Cobblepot to take care…of you.”
Through your breathy moans you managed to get some words out, stammered slowly as your body threatened to reach an early climax, the threats, the dramatic show of it all, the way his breath, how against you, warmed you from the pit of your stomach to your flushed red cheeks.
“Daddy you feel…so…good.”
“Yeah…god you taste so good for daddy…hmmm…he does it better than anyone else could, doesn’t he?”
“Yes, Daddy!”
“Tell him you’re mine, tell him you’re all mine.”
“You’re all mine Daddy…Please don’t stop! Make me cum, only you can. Please…please…”
At your begging, he flattened his tongue and pressed it into you, his self-satisfied laughter sending waves of pleasured sensations through your whole body. And with his tongue moving to circle your clit, he wrapped his mouth around you and sucked, pressing the bud between his teeth, feeling the different texture of the one golden one against you as he shook his head from side to side, moaning as he buried his face deeper between your thighs. One finger teased at you, legs spread and gaping, and before he had even worked it completely in you, you started screaming out his name, over and over again as you came. Barely any of you touched the cabinet, because Oz was there licking it up, ingesting every drop of you he had managed to tease you. As you shuddered, overstimulation threatening a scream from your lungs, he pulled back, smiling up at you and winking.
From his pocket, he pulled out a monogrammed handkerchief and wiped your cum from his chin, tucking it back in with your panties. He took your hand and helped you hop down from the cabinet, holding you when your legs, still shaking and weak from your orgasm, failed under you slightly. He kissed your forehead, holding you into him.
“Good girl.” He whispered it softly in your ear, a smile audible on his face, though your eyes were closed as you swayed on weak legs in a dream-like state. He held your hand in his and walked you out of the room, stopping before the man for a moment, where Oz spat down at him.
“That’s the only taste of her you’ll ever get, you fuckin’ dog.”
Outside of the door, Oz jabbed his thumb towards the room, sending his goons back in to finish the task at hand. He led you down the stairs, where you could hear the echoes of the pleading, begging him.
“Please Mr. penguin, sir! Please don’t-” but they were stopped abruptly by whatever horrific end was planned for him. Oz led you to the bar, one arm on your lower back, gently touching to guide you through the crowds, the bartenders already pouring drinks at the sight of him. He sat you down on a stool, hand on your knee and brushed your hair behind your ear, cupping your cheek.
“You did the right thing trying to come to me Princess. You know Daddy’s here to protect you, always.” You placed your palm on his chest, and he placed his hand over yours, holding you close as he bent forward to kiss your forehead again, humming in pleasure just from having you near him.
