#Colin Farrell x reader

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @fangsandroses, @illiana-mystery

warnings: swearing, vampire drinking blood, drinking

Standing in the back of the club, I stared out at all the people dressed up. My friends were dancing up against some people they found. One friend waved me over and I rolled my eyes at them, shaking my head.

“not a fan of clubs?” I looked out the corner of my eye to see a guy standing next to me, leaving enough space between us that I could leave if I wanted to. “Or just the everything going on out there?”

“All that.” I waved my free hand at my friends. “I prefer to know my dance partner before I get all up in their business.” The man next to me laughed and I took a sip of my drink.

“I’m Jerry dandridge.” The man offered. I smiled at him, finally turning to look at him.

“I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” I said, offering him my hand. He shook it with a smirk. “Here with friends?”

“nah. I had a date.” Jerry shrugged. “I’m starting to think either she bailed out the bathroom window when she saw me or she never showed.” I gave him a tight smile.

“sorry about that.” I said. Jerry shrugged. “Although it could be worse. Those are my friends…” I paused and shook my head, laughing. “Walking out the door without me.” Jerry followed my gaze and frowned.

“some friends.” He muttered. I nodded.

“yeah.” Looking at my drink, I laughed to myself. “Fuck em.” I threw back my drink and started over to the bar for another. “Want one?” Jerry shook his head and I shrugged. After getting my drink, I walked back over.

“Do you plan on drinking yourself stupid tonight?” He asked, eyeing me. I shook my head.

“nope. This is my last drink and then I’m calling a cab.” I explained. Jerry nodded and stepped a little closer. Before I knew it, my drink was discarded and I was backed up against a wall. Jerry broke away from my lips and started to kiss along my neck. I panted as I looked over his shoulder to see one of my friends stumble back into the bar. “Jerry. I gotta go.” I breathed out. Jerry pulled back and smiled at me, his eyes flashing black. I gasped as I noticed fangs.

“they’re real and you’re not going anywhere.” Jerry growled as he sank his teeth into my neck.

[batmanlovesnirvana]

Colin Farell wearing an outfit inspired by Tony Soprano on the set of The Penguin.

[finniestoncrane]

Hey, I like the new prompts :)

Please could I get 🍃for farrellozzie?

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.

[finniestoncrane]

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."

[fallingpapersnow]

I have a special gift for those who are unable to be Normal About That Old Man! A compilation of Colin Farrell's Penguin from The Batman 2022! Enjoy! 🐧☂️

[milaeryn]

I was rewatching Fright Night and did some Jerry Dandridge sketches!

[barbedbetty]

Welcome Home

The Coach x f!Reader

Summary: You surprise Coach at home.

Warnings: 18+, slight praise, SMUT, P in V, little rough, oral (fem receiving)

I had only been in London for a few years, but oh what glorious years they’ve been. I’d come here for a temp job in a marketing firm and when I fell in love with the city, I was looking for a permanent job. That’s when I found the Coach.

He wanted someone to help his gym with the marketing and I was eager to join his band of misfits.

Week later, I got the job.

Month later, he took me to dinner.

Six months later, and we moved in together.

He was a couple years older than me but it didn’t matter to us. He’s kind, sweet, thoughtful, and oh so gorgeous.

Today was my day off, so I decided to make his favorite meal. I also decided to wear a red dress he absolutely loves to rip off of me. A cute little number that hit me mid thigh, it has a red satin slip and slightly darker red lace on top with capped sleeves.

I was just pulling the roast out of the oven when I heard the door open.

“Evenin’ luv.” I shouted over my shoulder as I set the food up on the table.

“‘Ey luv.”

I turned and he was sighing as he dropped his keys on the coffee table and unzipped his jacket. His back was to me and I smirked realizing he hadn’t seen me yet.

I tiptoed behind him and rubbed his shoulders.

He groaned and let me rub his back for a moment before he faced me.

“Yous wouldn’t believe the d-“ he started but when he saw the dress he froze.

“Oh my days.” He grinned as he reached out to grab my hips.

He smirked and looked up and down my body.

“Could kill a man in that getup, luv.” He leaned down and kissed at my neck. I smiled and tilted my head aside, purring at the burn of his beard against my skin.

“Maybe I should take it off,” I whispered and felt more than heard him moan as he pulled me closer and sucked at my pulse making me gasp. “Don’t-dont want to kill you.”

He chuckled and I felt his hands push against me and roughly rub down my body to the back of my thighs and pick me up.

He pulled his lips away from my neck and I took the chance to kiss him as he carried me to the table.

I pushed of his jacket properly and he took his glasses off and tossed them aside. I was working on pushing his shirt up when he looked behind me at the table.

“I see you made my second favorite meal, darling.” He smirked at me as he reached up and grabbed the back of his shirt and yanked it over his head.

I paused for a moment and looked behind me at the food.

“But-I thought-“

Suddenly

I felt his hands push up into my skirt and he yanked me forward. I yelped at the motion and turned back to see him drop to his knees and lean forward to nip at my thighs.

“Coach.” I moaned as he tugged my thin red panties to the side and traced his tongue up my slit.

I threw my ear back and cried out as he licked my folds. Gripping the sides of the table so hard I thought the cheap wood might splinter.

I felt him moaning as he pushed his tongue inside me for a moment, letting it flex and wiggle enough to make me feel a rush of pure euphoria before he replaced it with his thick digits.

“Thassit, sweetheart.” He panted in his thick accent. “Give it to me.”

He pushed his head forward again, licking circles around my clit making me see stars.

He was gripping my skirt tightly in one fist and staring up at me so intensely, it was too much. His fingers knew exactly where to touch me and I’m embarrassed how quickly I came, shouting his name for him.

He gently licked at me till I could breathe normally. He still had his fingers inside me and as he stood up he pushed his palm onto my clit making me gasp and grip his shoulders.

I must’ve looked a mess, but he stared down at me like I was the only person in the world.

I moaned and whimpered as he ground his palm against me.

“I’m gonna fuck you,” he said in a low tone. “In every room of this fucking flat.”

I shuddered and wrapped my arms around his neck nodding.

“Please, Coach.” I begged and purred as the pleasure started to make me feel bold. “I need you inside me.”

“Do you, now?” His lips quirked up a little as he grabbed the back of my neck with his free hand and started thrusting his fingers roughly inside me again. His accent was getting thicker and rougher and I knew he could feel the effect it had on me.

“Yes, yes!” I cried out as another orgasm started to build. I circled his hips with my legs and tried to pull him closer and raced my hands to his pants fumbling to get them down.

“Thirsty for it, darlin’.” He chuckled and groaned when I finally gripped his thick cock in my hand.

“Absolutely.” I whispered as I started to stroke him. He groaned and leaned down to kiss me deeply.

He stepped forward and knocked my hand away as he stroked himself, he pushed the tip of his thick hard cock against my folds and I shivered at the sensation.

“D’ya know what I love about ya, darling?” He asked as he pushed his cock against my pussy, I could feel my opening pulsing for him but he didn’t push forward anymore.

“Please.” I whimpered staring up at him.

“Shhh, luv.” He leaned forward and kissed my forehead. “Let me tell ya.”

He grunted as he thrusted in slowly, I threw my head back and moaned trying to push my hips towards him. He held my hips in a harsh grip, not letting me move at all. Once his cock hit my cervix in the most delicious way he started speaking again.

“I love-“

I grabbed his shoulders and yanked him closer, I whimpered as I flexed my pussy as tightly as I could around his cock. His eyes widened and his back went rigid as his length flexed inside me.

“If you don’t fuck me right now, Coach.” I panted as I kept flexing myself around his dick. “I will scream bloody murder.”

He smirked as he snapped his hips forward making me arch my back, gasping.

“As you wish.” He growled as he thrusted hard and fast, making the table shake beneath me.

I cried out and moaned, digging my heels into his ass to force him deeper inside me.

He gripped the back of my neck again and grunted and growled as he thrusted so hard and fast, I could barely catch my breath.

“Ya said ya wanted ta fuck.” He growled as he yanked my head back and started mouthing at my throat like a wild animal. “Gonna fuck ya till ya beg fa me ta stop.”

He grunted as he started slower but deeper thrusts, i clawed at his shoulders and chest but the new angle made him feel so much deeper I could barely think.

“Co-“ words seemed to fail me, all I could do was moan and cry out when he pushed his cock against my g spot making my spine tingle with an impending orgasm that might make me blind but I didn’t care.

I loved it when Coach got feral on me.

“Come fa me, luv.” He grunted as he snapped his hips faster. “I’m gonna come so deep youll feel me fa days, luv.”

“Days.” I repeated in a deep purr and started to shake feeling my own climax coming.

“Say it again.” He groaned as his rhythm faltered.

“Feel-,” I moaned squeezing my eyes shut. “Feel you for days Coach.”

He asked me to say it again but all I could register was the blood rushing through my ears and the wonderful, biting, freezing feeling of my orgasm begin in my toes and rushing through my body making me release a scream I didn’t realize I was even releasing at first.

I felt him come deep inside me less than a second later, he kept pumping his thick cock as he came. I opened my eyes and caught him watching me intently as he shivered and panted like he had just run ten miles.

I licked my lips and Coach groaned and leaned down to kiss me, his tongue tracing my lips before nipping gently at them.

He smiled as he pulled away and ran one of his hands through my now messy hair.

“God I love ya, baby.” He chuckled as he leaned in and kissed me again. I giggled and moaned softly which he greedily stole from my mouth.

He pushed his hands under my thighs and picked me back up.

“Where are we going?” I giggled.

“Shower, luv.” He grinned as he nipped at my skin.

“But the food!”

“Don’t ya worry, we’ll get ta it eventually.”

[acapelladitty]

“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."

[riddle-me-ri]

Date night headcannons with 2022!Penguin?

a/n: Omg thanks so much for being my first request!! I appreciate it so much you have no idea! This is my first time writing for 2022 Penguin and doing headcanons so I hope you enjoy these! Get ready to be SPOILED ROTTEN 

Trigger Warnings: Some suggestiveness (lingerie is mentioned) but nothing explicit mostly it's just cavity-inducing sweetness overall

Date Night Headcanons w/ Farrell!Penguin (Batman 2022): 

~ Do you like being spoiled? Wined and dined? Damn near finessed off your feet? Cause that's what its like with Ozzie 

~ Sometimes Oz likes to take you out shopping for new clothes, just for the night out alone. He almost considers these shopping trips as mini dates in of themselves. Anything to see you happy is an absolute treat to him.

~ He loves to take you out to any new restaurant or club if that's your kind of thing. There's a new Italian Place on 5th? Lovely, he's already bought a new outfit for the occasion (and maybe some new lingerie, if that's your thing, again he just wants you to feel as beautiful as he sees you, and you're gorgeous to him) You wanna check out the new live band playing at a recent dive bar you heard about? Oz already reserved front row tables.

~ Oz will think its absolutely sweet and enduring of you to try and split the check. He knows it makes you feel better and makes things equal, so he'll let a couple date nights slide. But if you're enjoying yourself with that wide smile he adores…you will never see the receipts. You shouldn't worry about the bill, babe. Ozzie's got it. 

~ No matter what you guys do, he's always staring at you and admiring you. He'll be stealing kisses on your cheek, hands, and especially the lips. There will be no doubt you are this man's world. 

~ On date nights, Oswald Cobblepot is just Oz. He's not a mob boss or the king pen that owns the Iceberg Lounge, sure everyone around you sees that. But for him and you it's just you and your sweet Ozzie. It's Oz with the love of his life. 

~ However, some nights, dates end prematurely. If something happens at the Iceberg Lounge while he's out he'll try everything he can to put it off, but if it's the damn Bat? He feels like shit for leaving, but he promises to make it up to you and he usually does tenfold. 

~ He loves date nights, it's his time to appreciate you, cherish you, and show you what you mean to him. He appreciates these nights, sometimes he kicks himself that he can't do more. He knows he's not an easy guy to love and he's not conventionally attractive but you make him feel like a million bucks. He can own all the clubs in Gotham and get all the mob families under his thumb but you, and only you make him feel like a true king.

[irish-trash-cash]

really love the way you write Oz. Would you be willing to write something on how you characterize him, like what traits you think he has?

Thank you so much, I love this! I have a really specific vision for Oz and I’m so glad I can have the chance to write about it!

I draw from a lot of Italian actors for Oz- primarily James Gandolfini, Robert De Niro, Marlon Brando, and a little Al Pacino. I see him as behaving like a typical “mob boss” type- sleazy and very financially flexible. He has plenty of money and he isn’t afraid to spend it on the finer things, especially if they improve his image in some way. He definitely commits tax fraud.

Oz has a lot of deep-seated insecurities, and uses his wealth and wardrobe as a way to distract from the image-issues he has- always wearing gold accessories and the finest suits, etc. I imagine he’s a wonderful cook as well- it helps to save money if he doesn’t eat out all the time, but trips to nice restaurants still aren’t uncommon, especially if he’s trying to impress a client or potential romantic interest. 

Personality-wise I see Oz as cocky, a little domineering, and is typically the loudest in the room. Where Falcone is more the silent type, Oz is friendly- he likes talking to people and exchanging stories because he really craves that kind of human connection that he doesn’t get unless he’s the one initiating it. He’s got a short fuse though, and is quick to anger when someone says or does something he doesn’t like.

As far as anything romantic goes, Oz is fiercely loyal- he probably isn’t comfortable with anything non-monogamous simply because he already doesn’t feel good enough to be with someone. But if he’s yours, he’s yours, and won’t hesitate to take care of you in every way he can- paying all your bills, making sure you have money for transportation and food and of course the finest clothes. He’s an attention whore too, but really only in private.

I hope that helped shed some light on how I write Oz and some of the qualities I see him having. Please feel free to send me any other requests too! I love writing things like this <3

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12 Days of Kinkmas • Day 6: Praise - Farrell!Penguin x GN!Reader request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist • dividers minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: ok i will not lie this got away from me a little and is far less kinky than it is wholesome BUT isn't that the joy of a praise kink lmaoooo

“God, you’re gonna look amazing in that, kid.”

“I’m not sure how this is going to look on me…”

The luxurious, gift-wrapped box on your lap was from the boutique you had admired from afar for so long. Each time you passed it, he had tried to take you in, promising to spoil you, to shower you in gifts, to buy you one of everything in the store or even four if that’s what you wanted. But you had declined each time, desperate to pull him away from the door. The problem wasn’t with the money, you knew he liked to spoil you. And you didn’t hate shopping that much, not when you had Oswald by your side. The issue was that they didn’t carry your size. They catered, at most, to mid sizes. Something you were used to by now.

And while it was true that they didn’t usually go up to your preferred size, that hadn’t stopped Oswald. He could see how desperately you loved the clothing in the store, and how obviously you wanted the silk robe in the window specifically, and had made a call to have them make you a custom one to your measurements. Still though, when you unfolded the tissue paper and held it up, it looked like it might be a little too tight. You were afraid that his efforts would have gone to waste, and despite feeling festive just moments before, your face fell into a familiar frown as the subject of your body and lack of confidence reared its head.

“What’s wrong, kid? You don’t like it? It’s from the right store, promise. I just had it custom made so it fit that great body perfectly.”

Sensing that you were falling into a spiral, he patted his lap, easing you onto it and settling you in as he placed his hands on your lower back and your thigh. Running his fingers along the curves of your sides, Oswald’s throat rumbled with a hum of pleasure. You laughed a little, trying to fight past the self-conscious thoughts that threatened to ruin the moment. But Oswald always knew the right thing to say, and not always intentionally. Any time he had you in his arms, his sweet compliments came out without him having to think about them. He loved seeing you blush, loved watching you loosen up, becoming more confident in your body, in your thickness, the way your body jiggled as he grabbed at you.

“You look great in anything, babe. You got the kind of sweet curves that just work with anything. And you’ve been so good this year, so good for me. You deserve this little gift, huh?”

He gestured towards the robe, taking it from you and placing the box back on the table.

“Try it on later, right now, I gotta spoil you with some more gifts to get that smile back.”

Oswald leant forward, picking up another box from under the tree and kissing your cheek as he passed it to you.