#reevesverse oswald cobblepot x reader

[riddle-me-ri]

Reevesverse Penguin Arkham Visit?

A/N: Sure thing! Also, because I don’t think this pengy would go to Arkham, he’s going to be in prison, but reader visiting him in a high secured facility set up is still at play lol.

Word Count: 524

Reevesverse/Farrell Penguin - Arkham/Prison Visit

“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.” Oswald smirked. 

You chortled. “I could say the same about you, Ozzie.” 

You walked over to the table and sat on the opposite end of him. 

“I’m glad you came, sweetheart. I know it ain’t the best place to spend you time.” 

“Don’t be ridiculous, Ozzie! I’ll go wherever I need to in order to see you.” 

You placed your hands on top of his. He smiled as he put one of his hands on top of yours and squeezed. 

“How’s everythin’ going? No one’s giving you a hard time are they?” 

You shook your head. “No, of course not. They know too well it’d get back to you.” 

“Good, cause they’re right.”

You giggled. You would be lying to yourself if you said Oz’s protectiveness over you didn’t please you at all. 

“I will admit, sitting in your chair isn’t the same without you in it.” You mentioned. 

“I know, baby. I promise it won’t be too long now.” 

“It doesn’t mean I miss you any less.” 

Oswald’s hand squeezed yours again. Then he lifted one of your hands up and pressed his lips against each individual knuckle. 

You brought your other hand off the table and placed it against the side of his face. Your thumb began to graze back and forth along his cheek. 

For a moment you two were perfectly content just relishing in each other’s touch and closeness. 

You stole a glance at the clock and your face fell. 

“It’s almost time?” 

You nodded. Not wanting to admit it out loud. 

Oswald sighed. “It’s okay, sweetheart. I’ll be released and back to you before you know it.” 

“I know,” you reluctantly pulled your hands away from him. 

Then you remembered something you wanted to bring him. Something for him to use on any particularly cold and lonely night. 

“Oh, I-uh…I was so excited to see you I almost forgot.” You pulled out a tiny folded envelope and handed it to Oz. 

“Also, they shouldn’t confiscate it. I already talked it out with one of the guards.”

As you explained this, oz opened the envelope. He slid out a few polaroids that caused his face to light up and his eyebrows to perk up. 

“Oh, ho, ho…oh, sweetheart….I-whew…you’re gonna give this odl man a heart attack.” 

You snickered. “I figured they could be helpful. Whenever you feel, especially lonely at night.” 

Oz guffawed. “Oh, yeah…these will definitely be useful…uh helpful.” 

You giggled as he quickly put the pictures back in the envelope and into his back pocket. 

“No one else has seen these right?” 

“Nope,” you shook your head. “They’re for your eyes only, honey.” 

“Good, good. Thank you, sweetheart. You spoil me even when I’ve been bad.”

You stood up from yoru chair and walked over to him. You bent down towards him and gave him a sweet goodbye kiss. 

“You’re welcome. I’ll visit again soon, Ozzie.” You whispered softly in his ear. 

“Can’t wait, I love you, baby.” 

“I love you, too.” 

After that farewell, you left to go and plan your next little surprise for your next visit.

[finniestoncrane]

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 ;-; request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi 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.”

[mr-voorhees-husband]

ANON IM SORRRY I DID A DUMB BUT

THIS IS FOR THE ANON WHO WANTED PENGUIN N HARVEY DENT X VIRGIN READER

Also I'm sorry for being like, hella dead on here. Life's been life, to put it bluntly.

How about.. Arkham!Twoface and... Reeves!Oz

Warnings/tags: losing your virginity, soft sex, very gentle, Daddy Kink (Oz), slightly ooc Harv? Idk its my hc version so..

Reader: Gender Neutral, virgin

Arkhamverse! Harvey + Harv Dent

Good god are they soft.

They were scared that you'd yet to sleep together, but, when you finally came clean? Both were so relived they didn't even realize what you said at first.

The first one to fully react it Harv, he wasn't as worried about the 'no sex' thing as Harvey, surprisingly. So while he was relieved, it clicked almost immediately.

He chuckles and grins, taking control so he can yank you to their chest and tilt your head up with his hand, Harvery's resting on your waist, "Why didn't ya' just say so, Doll? Y'know we'll never judge ya'."

Oddly gentle for such a sleazy, rough man, but it's simply because he can understand it. He technically was a virgin too, even if Harvey wasn't. Yeah, he'd know what to do, Harvey had plenty of experience, but, he'd never actually had sex before.

The idea of you both being eachother's firsts made him giddy, already planning the perfect date night to end with you three in bed.

Harvey, on the other hand, when he comes too, is so completely awestruck. He really had expected someone else to sleep with you before him.

The fact no one had though... it's kinda hot to him. Unlike Harv, he's excited at the idea because this means he gets to mold you to be absolutely perfect for them

They both get very possessive at the idea, though. This means they'll be your only frame of reference, and if they do good enough? You'll only ever want them.

"Oh, darling..." Harvey mumbled against your skin, watching in awe as you whined and squirmed on the bed. They'd been unintentionally teasing you for what felt like hours, calloused fingers stretching you open while a rough hand rubbed and stroked your most sensitive parts. "You look amazing."

"Harrv.." You whined, hoping that maybe if the other took control, they'd finally fuck you like you'd been planning for them too.

"Yeah, dollface?" Harv muttered, moving up just a bit to kiss your chest. They didn't stop their assault, though, continuing to bring you to your third climax of the night. "What'dya need?"

"You two- please-" You almost sobbed out the words, moaning as they sped up their ministrations.

"Soon, sweetheart." Harvey promised, kissing your jaw.

"We'll fuck you real soon." Harv agreed, nipping your clammy flesh with a lovestruck grin.

Over all, extremely soft and sweet about it. When they fully take you, they're muttering praises against your skin. Harvey telling you how good you're doing, thanking you for letting him do this, while Harv is growling out how good you feel, how gorgeous you look splayed out like that

Aftercare is a must, of course. If you're exhausted, they'll carry you to the bath and help you scrub off all the sweat and cum, cooing softly as they do it. They're absolutely in love right now, literally over the moon that you'd trust them both enough to take your virginity.

The morning you have breakfast in bed and a nice planned day of relaxation and plenty of cuddles.

They secretly hope you'll want to do something else that day, something a bit more sensual, but they're happy to just have you in their arms.

Reevesverse!Oswald Cobblepot

Okay let me explain, my friend's version of Oswald literally made me simp SO hard that I went looking for an Oz that was similar. I read one fanfic of this guy and he won me over. Sorry anon I declined I was wrong this guy is such daddy material, i will gladly write for him now <3

"Hm? Oh, okay, sweet cheeks."

Yeah, that's his response. It takes him a moment to fully process it, honestly, but he doesn't tease or mock you, he never really does. Instead he urges you onto his lap, kisses you softly and goes "do ya' want daddy t' change that, sweet thing?"

Immediately after you agree though, he's giving you that smile he gets when he's made a good deal, kisses you again and softly tells you to wait here until one of the girls comes to get you.

Eventually, when one of the girls do come and grab you, you make it into your room and are pleasantly surprised to see how much Oz has set it up just for you.

He'd make it overly romantic, but, in a good way. Candle are lit, some soft music in the background (or the slightly muffled music from the club below), with nice silk sheets and champagne or wine (whatever's your preference) for when you finish.

He starts it off slow, letting you set the pace so he knows for sure how you want to handle it. Getting you to straddle his thighs, hands resting on your hips as you kiss and slowly grind down against him.

He's so unbelievably sweet, the exact opposite when he's in the club. The sleeze isn't gone, but the teasing is, giving you whatever you whine or ask for in moment. You want his mouth on your neck? He'll gladly oblige, licking, kissing, and biting every inch of skin he can reach.

Oswald has to prepare you, definitely, he may not be that long below the belt, but he's wide. He won't even humor the idea of fucking you properly until you can take at least two fingers, though, preferably three.

When you're finally nice and loose for him, though, he'll ask you softly if you're 100% sure you want this. When you agree, downright begging him to fuck you already, he gets a small, loving smile and shushes you gently.

"Go slow, sweetheart." Oswald groaned out, keeping careful hold on your thighs so you couldn't try and slam down like you wanted too. "I know ya're excited, but ya' gotta go slow so I don't hurt'cha."

"Ozzie please-" you moaned softly, trying to force him deeper inside you. "Ozzie-!"

"Shhh... C'mon baby, be patient." He urged softly, lowering you down just a bit, biting back a grunt as you clenched around him. "Daddy'll get there, he's just gotta make sure ya're not gonna hurt."

"Daddy..." You whined, being met with a kiss from your lover. He mumbled softly against your lips in Italian, letting you take more of him inside you. "Daddy please.."

"Paitent baby," Oswald smiled, kissing your lips once more, "be patient for daddy and he'll make it worth it. I promise."

Afterwards, he'll help you sip on some cool champagne, before pulling you to the bathroom for a nice shower before bed. He's way more cuddly than usual, too, large arms keeping you to his belly and chest all night long.

In the morning, he'll call you both up some breakfast, and ask if you'd let him give you oral before it gets there.

"Just a snack before breakfast, sweetheart, where's the harm in that?"

An insatiable, depraved, incredibly soft and sweet man indeed.

[riddle-me-ri]

Congratulations on 500 followers!

Could you do a love letter where Farrell!Penguin gets drunk one night and writes a love letter to one of his employees (that he likes but feel inadequate) and intended to throw away but instead they find it?

A/N: Ooohh this is a super neat idea anon! This one may be a little different than the other love letters, since I kinda sorta wanna set the scene that you mentioned. Hope you guys enjoy!

Reevesverse/Farrell Penguin - Love Letter

“Oz?” 

You peered into the office of your boss. You were hoping to come in and ask for a favor, but were surprised to see him long gone. You looked around to his office to see any signs of where he may have gone too. 

You noticed a crumpled up piece of paper that was beside an overflowed trash can. 

You really didn’t mean to snoop…but the letter did have your name on it. 

After glancing around the room one more time…you picked up the letter and tried your best to straighten it out so you can read it. 

Hey sweetheart, 

You’re probably confused why I’m writing you a letter instead of just…telling you these things... I’d like to think I’m good with words, have a way with them to get things to go in my favor…but I don’t think it will work here. Not with you. 

I don’t know what it is, kid. That’s a lie, I know what it is but I’m terrified to speak it out loud so to speak. I haven’t felt this way in a long time for nobody…and I’m certain ain’t nobody ever really shared this feelings for me. 

I’m holding out for some hope that…maybe just maybe, by writing this…getting these emotions out, maybe something can come of it. 

I know I don’t say it much, but your presence here has done wonders on me, sweetheart. 

I’ve never laughed, smiled, or genuinely enjoyed myself as much as I have now that you’re around. Your attitude it infectious in the best way possible, it’s cheesy, but you do light up a room. 

Everyone wants you at their table or to serve them drinks, and then there’s selfish old me wanting you to wait on me or help me in my office instead…I do genuinely appreciate you, if you get nothing else out of this letter, I hope it’s atleast that. 

I know I don’t deserve ya, I probably shouldn’t be feelin this way but, I care about you kid, I I adore-

The last few words were scratched off, but you could still make out declarations of love and affection from behind the lines. 

Your heart began racing. Your-Your boss had feelings for you? Your love was mutual? It wasn’t just you? 

“Ozzie! Oz!” You raced out the door, hoping to find him making his rounds in the club.

[riddle-me-ri]

Ok I have ideas...

🥂💰🎉

But with Farrel!Penguin 👀👀

And maybe with a plus size female reader but if not that's ok!

I hope you get a lot of fun asks with the meme 🙂.

a/n: oohhh this is a solid set-up! I can absolutely do that for you! Btw, this is based on prompts created by the lovely @finniestoncrane here! I'm always taking requests, especially for these so if anyone is interested, don't hesitate to send them my way. There's so many good ones!!

Content Warning: explicit sexual content, piv intercourse, fingering, making out, and swearing.

Word Count: 1.4 k

Reevesverse/Farrell Penguin x Plus-Sized F!Reader - Just a Kiss

You weren’t entirely sure how you managed to find yourself in this situation. 

Everything had happened so fast, like someone pressed the fast forward button during the night. 

Until Oswald put his hands on you. 

Then time stood still. 

His round pudgy, yet calloused hand on top of your knee with his thumb casually drawing circles. 

You hummed warmly at the motion. Not shying away from the attention at all. 

You craved it actually. 

The two of you have been sending each other bedroom eyes from across the way for awhile. It’s why you mostly kept coming back to The Iceberg Lounge…just hoping that maybe one night, you two could finally act on the tension you’ve manifested. 

And it looked like tonight was going to be the night.

“Tell me gorgeous,” Oswald started, “where do you think we’re heading tonight?” 

You giggled before taking a sip of your drink. “Well…I won’t lie. I’m tipsy enough to admit that I have dirty ideas, not enough to act on them, though.” 

Oz snickered, his gold tooth glistened for a moment. “I appreciate the honesty.” as if to reward you, his hand glided over to the inner side of your knee. His hand slowly tracing up to your plump thighs. “But I wouldn’t want you to get too tipsy sweetheart, see…I want you to remember this.”

You slowly spread your legs, despite the seams at the end of your short tight dress straining into your skin in protest. You wanted to make sure his hand had room to get to where you both wanted it to go. 

“Drunk or sober I don’t think I could forget someone like you, Mr. Cobblepot.” 

“Sweetheart, please…I insist you call me Oz.”

“Okay…Ozzie…” You purred before your breath hitched as Oz dug his fingers into your thigh. “I think I can get used to that.” 

“I think I can get used to you, gorgeous.” Oswald leaned his face closer to yours. You could smell the alcohol on his breath and his lips were centimeters from your skin. 

He whispered in your ear. “One more thing, just how much would it cost to spend a night with a pretty thing like you?” 

It felt like every pore of your skin was set aflame. His hand and his lips were so painstakingly close to where you wanted them to be. 

You smiled softly as you turned your head to face him. “For you, Ozzie, just a kiss.” 

Oswald barely let you take a breath before smashing his lips hungrily onto yours. One of your arms went around his neck, trying to pull him closer to you. While your other hand was urging his hand under your dress to get to your soaked core. 

As your tongue began dancing with his, tasting the warm whiskey blended smoothly with the spice of nicotine. 

Your hand finally got his hand to pull your panties to the side so he could finally swipe his fingers up and down between your swollen lips, spreading your juices. 

Oswald slowly pulled back from your lips, a thick string of saliva connected both of your bottom lips. When you licked across your lip to break the string, he bit his lip. 

You breathlessly cried his name when his fingers finally entered you. Your hand clinging onto his wrist like a vice. 

When you arched your back, Oswald took the opportunity to unzip your dress. 

He unceremoniously shucked the front of your dress down. His mouth watered at the sight of your large perky breasts. Oswald’s lips immediately latched on to one of your nipples and he began sucking and nipping at the bud. 

His fingers have sped up now, vigorously thrusting in and out with ease from your wetness. Whenever his thumb rubbed circles against your clit, your eyes would roll back.

“O-Ozzie…shit…” You panted, speechless, no room for a single thought in your brain except for the pleasure he was giving you. 

Your one free hand that was still around his neck you used to pull his head away from your chest, before pulling him in for another searing hot kiss. 

Your legs drew closer together, suffocating his hand and yours, as the knot in your gut tightened more. 

You didn’t want this to end so quickly, not yet, not like this. 

You moaned his name against his lips, which made him pull back and thankfully slow down his fingers. 

“What is it, sweetheart?” He slurred, drunk on you.

“Gonna…gonna…don’t want to…want you, need you.” You hoped he could understand because you weren’t sure you were capable of full sentences just yet. 

Thankfully, he understood even thought it meant he had to pull his hands away from you. He got up off the couch for a moment and began unbuckling his belt. 

“Make yourself comfortable sweetheart, whichever way you want me.” 

Not thinking twice about it, you braced both of your hands against the arm rest, slightly leaning most of your upper body weight into it. You arched your back which made your voluptuous ass stick out invitingly. 

An invitation Oswald was more than happy to accept as he got behind you. His hands crawled back up your legs. He wrapped both of his fingers on each side of the waistband of your panties. 

You gasped when you heard the undeniable sound of fabric being ripped. 

Oswald chuckled, before leaning his body directly over yours. “Don’t worry,” he whispered in your ear, as he rolled up the lower half of your dress.

You could feel the head of his cock gently poke at your slit. “I’ll getcha some new ones.” 

Oswald dug his head into your neck, peppering sweet wet kisses all along your neck and shoulder. 

A sweet gesture to soften the swift penetration of his cock into you. 

You gasped his name, the motion practically knocking the wind out of you. He was so thick you weren’t sure you could get all of him in. However, Oswald was determined, and little by little with each thrust he finally bottomed out in you. 

“Shit…so tight…fuckin’ perfect for me.” Oswald groaned before he began a steady pace. 

Your breasts bounced relentlessly against the top of your stomach from his pounding. Your knuckles turned white at the chokehold you had on the armrest. You could feel the pins and needles of numbness start to take over your legs from holding both your weight and his. 

Oswald held steadfastly to the folds of your skin, driving you into him when he pushed back in. One of his hands moved to knead one of your bouncing tits and the other made another journey down to your pussy. 

“Oz…OZ!” Your moans shrivled into silent cries as you felt his deliciousy thick fingers rub more circles into your clit. 

The smacking of sweaty skin and his dick meeting your soaked pussy; mixed with your panted moans and his primal groans created a cacophany of passion in the office. You couldn’t even make out the thumping of the bass from the club below. 

You could make out the thumping in your heart and the tension tightening in your gut. Your walls tightened around Ozzie, causing him to curse. 

“Damn–” he panted. “You’re gonna make me cum, and I’m gonna give you everything I have.” 

You nodded like a bobble head. “Yes, yes, please, Ozzie…want it…want you…” 

Oswald picked up his pace drastically, his cock never fully pulling out, just enough to leave the head in before thrusting harshly and quickly back inside. His fingers on your clit dug harder and faster into you. 

Every limb in your body tightened just before the knot in your belly began unraveling. Leaving your body in a delectable tingly heap of nerves. 

As you came, Oswald continued to thrust faster and harder, especially as your walls constricted around his cock tighter. It didn’t take long before he too met his peak. Stuffing you up to the brim with his heavy load.

After taking a moment to catch your breath, Oswald reluctantly pulled out of you and slowly lifted himself off of you.

However, before he could get up, you immediately pulled him back down on top of you, resting his head on your chest. 

Oswald smiled as he lifted his head up just slightly to meet your eyes with his. 

He kissed the top of your chest and collarbone, before stopping at your neck. 

“I got one more question for you, gorgeous.” 

You hummed in response, as you began lazily rubbing your hand up and down his back. 

“What’s it gonna cost to get you to stay with me?” 

You guffawed breathlessly, before smiling at him. “You already know what my price is.” 

You pinched his chin in between your index finger and thumb before dragging his face closer to yours. 

“Just a kiss.” 

[riddle-me-ri]

Can you do Farrell!Penguin Sharing a Bath/Shower? Can be as NSFW as your want!

A/N: aahhhh yes of course I can do that! Nothing crazy explicit here, but definitely hints and leads up to it for sure.

Trigger Warning: heavy touching/kissing, nudity, mention of daddy kink

Word Count: 568

Reevesverse/Farrell Penguin - Sharing a Shower

"Gotta say sweetheart, this may just be the best idea you've had yet." Oz commented with a contented smirk. 

"Well, what can I say, leave me to my own devices long enough and I'll come up with all kinds of ideas." 

Which was true. Oz had been stupid busy with the Iceberg Lounge, its underground club, and Falcone. You've been feeling a little neglected lately. You were taking a shower one evening when you took the liberty of using the built-in seat and a glorious idea for a date night-in derived in your mind. 

When Oz finally mentioned having a night off, you couldn't resist letting him in on your little plan. 

Which now has almost come to full fruition. 

The tub was full of scented bubbles. You and Oz were both naked and submerged, and you two were enjoying some nice delectable fruit on a table beside the tub. 

You reached out beyond the shower curtain and grabbed a decent sized strawberry and offered it to Oswald. 

Oz took a bite, teasingly growling before chewing on the fruit, like an animal satisfyingly tearing off a piece of meat to eat. 

You chuckled at the sound. You were tucked in his side, with your elbow resting on his shoulder and your hands occasionally scratching his scalp. 

Oz noticed you've gone quiet and your eyes stared into him like you were hypnotized.

"What're you thinkin' about?" 

You smiled as you rested your head against your arm that was prepped against him. 

"You, what else?" You smiled. 

Oz smiled. "You're too sweet, babe. I know I'm a long way from makin' it up to ya-" 

You placed your finger on his lips to stop him from saying anything else. 

"Don't worry about it, Ozzie. I know most of the time it's out of your hands…I'm just…happy to have you here and now." 

Oswald leaned in and kissed your temple. "I'm happy to be here with you too, sweetheart." 

Oz plucked a piece of your favorite fruit from the bowl and offered it to you. 

You took a bite out of the fruit and accidentally ended up squirting some juice on your chin and chest. 

Oz chuckled, bemused. “Well, guess, it’s handy we’re already in the bath.” 

You rolled your eyes at him, before shoving him playfully. 

However, when you went to grab a wash rag, Oz halted your movement by your wrist. 

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I got it.” 

Before you could protest, he began gently suckling and licking along your chin and then lower down to your chest. 

After licking up the juicy entrails he then began nibbling at your own skin. 

You gasped as you felt the pinch of your skin by his teeth. 

Soon your skin was littered with teeth marks likely going to be purple and blue the next day. Oz began kissing his way back up to your face. 

Sweet, wet kisses up your neck, to your cheek, and finally your lips. 

In between the kisses, you teasingly nibbled along his bottom lip. He opened his mouth wider which allowed you to slide your tongue into the warm cavern of his mouth. 

You slowly adjusted your position to where you were now straddling him instead. 

You reluctantly pulled your lips away from his. You couldn't help but giggle at the soft pink of his cheeks. 

"What do you say, we make up for lost time, Daddy?"

[riddle-me-ri]

Okay, okay, hear me OUT

Reader asking the different versions of Ozzie if they can hold something for a moment and when they agree, she shows them her empty hand (with the intention of them holding it) What are their reactions? I N E E D to know. Pre-relationship, if you feel like making it more awkward. Thank you 🤧

A/N: This is some dumb dorky shit I would do and then cringe about it for years and years afterward. But I'ma make it cute here, rip. Thanks for the request!

The Penguins - Can You Hold My Hand?

Arkhamverse Penguin:

"What is it, love? I'm very busy y'know?" 

You walked into his office, you just wanted to at least swing by and say hi. You made your way over to his desk.

"Sorry, I didn't know you were busy, I thought I could swing by and say hi and…maybe ask a quick favor?" You asked nervously, not so sure if this was a smart idea anymore. But maybe just maybe, he may get a chuckle out of it? He'll like you a little more?

"Well, guess I'm not too busy then, what do ya need?" 

You perk up a little at the open door. "O-Okay, um, could you hold something for me?" 

"Uhh." Oz looked around, you didn't bring anything in with you, what was he going to hold? 

"Sure, but love, what exactly…oh!"

He looked down to see your open palm. Your face was flaming red, you knew he was smart, you hope he’d get it. 

After a pause of silence you hear a low chuckle. Then a warm sensation fills the palm of your hand that slowly goes to your wrist. 

You look down and let out a shaky breath you didn’t know you were holding. 

“I didn’t know you were so cheeky, love.” Oz chuckled. 

“W-What? I just thought it was cute.” You smile, holding his calloused hand back. 

“You are pretty adorable, but I got to get back to work. Don’t worry, if you need another lift, I’ll be here.” 

Reevesverse/Farrell Penguin: 

“Hey, Ozzie!” You ran up to him in the VIP area. He knew you and he did like you, and the feeling was mutual so you weren’t too shy about walking up to him no matter where he was. 

“There she is! How’s it going, sweetheart?” You both exchanged kisses on each other’s cheeks. 

“Going great now that I’m finally here! I got a favor to ask you!” You were practically beaming, you saw someone do this to their significant other online, and you were dying to try it out on Oz. 

You two weren’t dating, but god if you weren’t going to try and make it happen. You two flirted with each other like you were, just haven’t vocally said anything exclusive.

“Anything for you, doll! What can Ozzie do for ya?” 

“Could you hold something for me?” You asked with a little grin on your face. 

Oswald gave you a quirked eyebrow, but caught on to what you were doing. He can tell by the playful look in your eye and the bright grin you gave him.

“Of course, doll, but are you sure you wanna trust me with something so precious as your heart?” He hummed. 

You gasp. “Ozzie!” You couldn’t help but laugh softly, he’s the only one who could catch you off guard in your own game. 

“No sir. Not tonight, maybe some other night, but tonight I just want you to hold this…” You laid of your hand, palm out in front of the crime boss. 

Oswald was surprised, but recovered with a smile. His gold tooth glinting in the light. Oz didn’t waste any time and clasped his hand with yours. He brought the back of your hand up to his lips and kissed the individual knuckles. 

If you were made of ice or wax you would’ve instantly started melting at the gesture. Sure, he’s kissed your hand before, but never so…intimately? This was beyond just manners. 

“You don’t gotta ask me, sweetheart. It’s always a pleasure to hold your hand.”

Gotham Penguin:

Oswald had just got through with a meeting with his hench-people. (We love an inclusive king)

He seemed very frustrated and flustered. Just as soon as he acquired his empire, it didn’t take long for various factions to try and take it right back from him. 

You decided to stick around after the fact, to try and maybe lift his spirits if you could. He did always seem to appreciate your company, and you his. 

“Is there anything I can help you with, Y/N?” He asked, noticing you still sitting next to him at the long dining table. 

“Um, actually, Oswald. I was wondering if you could hold something for me,” you giggled nervously. You laid your hand out in front of him on top of the table. 

Oswald’s eyes widened as he looked down at your open palm. 

Um, what the fuck?

Oz’s eyes darted between your hand and face. You gave him a lopsided smile, and shrugged cutely. 

“Y-You want me to hold your hand?” He asked softly. 

“I would like that, yeah…if you don’t mind. Looks like you could use a hand.” You giggled.

“Um..rude..” Butch commented from the other side of the room. 

“Oh..sorry, Butch!” You cringed, but tried your hardest to suppress your laugh. 

Oswald chuckled a little under his breath too, before he finally put his hand in yours, and squeezed it softly. 

“I think I could, thank you, Y/N.” 

Telltale Penguin:

It was another night out. Oswald had just gotten back to Gotham after being away overseas. You two had always been sorta close, not as close as him and Bruce, but close enough to be considered friends. 

Albeit you wished it was more than that. 

“Right, well, we’re we heading to tonight, love?” Oz grinned at you as he came down the front steps to his apartment. 

“I thought we could check out this new club. Just opened yesterday. I’ve heard some good things!” You suggested as the two of you started walking down the sidewalk. 

“Sounds like a plan.” 

You looked down Oz’s side, his hands were tucked firmly in his jacket pockets.

You remember helping him patch up his hands from all his street fighting and boxing tournaments he participated in. Anything to get his agression and frustrations out. They look bony, long, but they packed a mean punch. 

They were also very warm, they maybe rough, but they were comforting and warm whenever you helped him wrap gauze around them. 

“Hey Ozzie, could you do me a favor?” You playfully bump your shoulder with his and he chuckled. 

“Sure, what is it?” 

“Could you help me hold something?” 

Before he had time to ask what something, you flew your hand out of your jacket pocket and held it out next to his pocketed one. 

Oz was taken aback at first, before he gave you a small grin. “Figures, you’d pull a cute little trick like that..”

“It’s not a trick, I just want you to hold my hand, Oz.” You rolled your eyes, hoping your annoyed facade hides your true nerves.

Oz hummed and took his hand out of his pocket and into your hand. “Suppose not, but next time, you can just ask, sweet cheeks.” He winked. “Your hand’s warmer than any pocket anyway.”

Batman the Animated Series:

Oswald had just gotten out of Stonegate and you figured the next day you could treat him to a trip through the Gotham City Zoo. He always liked to check in on the penguins in the exhibit, and you would check up on them weekly when he was gone. You knew he would be so excited to see the new baby emperor penguin.

Oswald will never fully understand your intentions. He knew they were true, but he would never understand how…why…why you want to be with him? He appreciated it, but he never quite understood your friendship. 

“I can’t wait to show you! He looks absolutely adorable!” You squealed. You were excited Oswald was here beside you and plus you too look forward to seeing the chick again.

“Oh, I have no doubt he does. They all look adorable with their fresh down feathers.” Oswald smiled. 

You two kept walking side by side until you finally reached the exhibit. You couldn’t help that your smile widened as you saw Oswald absolutely light up at the sight of his namesakes. 

The baby was still huddled up under his father, but you could tell the little chick was curious and wanted out. The chick slipped out and made eye contact with Oswald. 

He honked out to Oswald, as he tilted his head to the side like a confused dog. 

Oswald laughed at the exchange, absolutely enthralled. The baby tried to waddle closer to you two, but was stopped when he noticed the edge that lead to water. He honked out again, as if calling Oswald to come closer. You saw Oswald’s wedge fingered hands hold onto the railing outside the exhibit. 

“Hey Ozzie…” You started, not sure how to ask for such a small, but intimate request. 

“W-What is it, my dear?” He asked. 

“C-Could you hold onto something for me?”

“Whatever do you mea-oh!” He noticed your hand opened towards him. 

“U-Um, I-I don’t think you’d want me to hold your hand..” He looked down at his oddly shaped hand. All he had was a thumb and two appendages that would make four fingers if they weren’t forged together by skin, like some sort of creature. 

You nudged your hand closer to his, hovering it over top of his. “I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want too, Oswald.”

He gasped when he felt your hand in his. Your hands were warm, skin soft, and fingers dainty. Oswald immediately returned the gesture be enclosing his hand over yours. 

“Your hands are warmer than I expected after holding that chilly railing.” You giggled. 

“Haha, yes…it would appear so.” Oswald chuckled nervously. 

HONK!

You both were shocked out of the moment by a certain chick. 

“I’m sorry, little one, we were not giving you any attention?” Oswald asked. 

The chick honked and nodded his head. 

You laughed at the connection between Oswald and the chick, but your heart was beating fast at the connection of your hand in his. Especially as he squeezed your hand in excitement at the chick. 

[riddle-me-ri]

"I never believed in love at first sight, but now I've looked at you and my perspective has definitely changed." for Farrell!Penguin?

a/n: ohhh this fits so well with him! He's definitely the type to be turned into a believer with the right person hehe I haven’t written for this pengy solo in a minute I hope this is still a decent fic rip

Trigger Warning: none

Word Count: 1k

Reevesverse/Farrell Penguin x Reader - Love at First Sight

It may seem difficult to believe…difficult to comprehend to most.

Despite Falcone finally being out of the picture, having full control of not just the Iceberg Lounge but also 44 Below and the booming Drops business that came with it…

Despite now having absolute control of Gotham's underworld. 

Oswald Cobblepot never felt more alone. 

Which, he figured, was for the best, no loose ends…no weaknesses. 

Besides if he ever got too lonely to bear it he could just bring up a couple of Iceberg girls if need be.

That was until…he saw you. 

Oswald wasn't the type to turn down anyone willing to work at the Iceberg Lounge (and see if they can take the "promotion" to 44 Below) but something came over him that night.

"Look, sweetheart, I understand, money's tight but this just isn't-"

"Please…don't…don't give me that…'this isn't the place for me' schtick. It's Gotham and I'm alive aren't I?" You defended.

Oz leaned back in his cushioned office chair and offered a side nod. "Touche…but my answer is still no. There's plenty of other bars and clubs where you can work." 

"But none that pay as high." 

"High reward comes with high risk, sweetheart and I don't want you taking that risk." 

You huffed frustratedly as you brought your hands to your hips. "And who are you to determine that?" 

Oz sighed as he rubbed his face, leaving his hand to linger on his chin in thought.

It's a gamble, but maybe just maybe if he was honest for once he could prevent you from getting hurt later…

For all the hurt, betrayal, and desperation Oswald had experienced in his life…he still found out somewhere what love was. Even if he learned it by knowing what it wasn't.

He barely knew your name but he couldn't ignore the strong thumping of his weary heart when he first saw you. When your eyes met his…it's like he could see the future..two possible futures. 

One where he's loved unconditionally with you by his side as he continues to rule or…one with him on his knees grasping onto your cold lifeless body begging for you to come back. 

He disliked the latter vision to not even try and seek out the first. 

"To you? I'm nobody, just an employer. But lemme ask you something."

You perked your eyebrow and nodded for him to continue. 

"Do you believe in love at first sight?" 

Your eyes widened. Your mouth opened and closed as your brain tried to make sense of the question and what it could possibly mean in this context. 

You settled on just answering the question honestly in hopes of an explanation. "No…not..particularly…why?" 

Oz hummed in understanding. "Cause I sure as hell don't. Or at least I didn't."

He took your silence as an invitation to continue. "I never believed in love at first sight, but now I've looked at you…and well…my perspective has definitely changed." 

You guffawed. "M-Mr. Cobblepot…you…you can't. I don't like to be made fun of-" 

"I'm not kidding, you see me laughing? I don't want anything happening to you." 

"You don't know me…"

"You're right, but I know this feeling, if you can believe an old bastard like me can know…and as much as I'd love to know you…I don't want to take the risk."

"Because you think you love me? You care about me?" 

He lifted his index finger. "I don't think… I know."

"Mr. Cobblepot-I…I.." You try to find something to say but wind up just choking up on rapid intakes of air. 

There is a beat of silence in the room. 

You think about turning around and leaving. You were clearly being made a fool of…right? 

You've heard rumors that The Penguin was eccentric (I mean…he's dubbed the Penguin) but you weren't expecting this at all. 

Plus as much as you wanted to believe he was messing with you to get you to leave…you still didn't want to. There was a small part of you that genuinely believed what he said and wanted to stick around to find out. 

"Just give me a chance…"

"What's that?"

"Six months…tops. If I don't impress you-you can fire me or I can make a choice that this is or isn't the place for me…" 

You offered out your hand. "Deal?" 

Oz sighed exhaustedly. You were both gorgeous and determined…oof he was in trouble.

Nevertheless, he leaned forward in his chair, and clasped his wide calloused hand in yours. 

Six months…turned into six years and counting

Oswald Cobblepot, The Penguin still reigned Supreme of Gotham City's criminal underbelly. Often having to work with the Bat or the Bat throwing him away to Blackgate a handful of times….

But you were still there. By his side every step of the way. While you didn't exactly fall in love with him at first sight, you did gradually grow to love him. 

You were sitting on his lap one late evening mulling over some papers on his desk when you giggled. 

"Whatcha giggling about?" Oz tightened his arm that was around your waist that pulled you closer to him.

"The first day we met…and what you told me that day…" 

Oz thought about it for a moment and he chuckled. "Told ya I wasn't lying, it was love at first sight, sweetheart." 

"And I told you I was cut out for this line of work." You nudged his side with your shoulder. 

Oz chuckled warmly. "I guess we both proved each other wrong, huh?" 

You smiled at him as you leaned in to kiss his lips. "I guess so…in the best way." 

"Ya got that right, honey." Oswald chased your lips once more until they were reunited again. 

Even though Oswald is Gotham City’s kingpin of the criminal underworld. Even though he is twice as the boss Falcone or Maroni ever was…

The Penguin is more powerful than ever because he finally had someone to share it all with. 

The Penguin was finally not alone anymore. 

[riddle-me-ri]

I really love that tiktok dress post with the riddler I was wondering if you could do the same for the penguins? ☺️ would love to see their minds blown lol

A/N: I've been debating whether I should do one for the Penguins or not lol thanks for making it easier for me to choose. Hope y'all enjoy! Here’s a link to the website where you can get the dress and here’s the link to Heidi’s Tik Tok that inspired this idea in the first place. Here’s also the Riddlers reacting in case you missed it 😁 Oh also enjoy the two extra Ozzie's I've included 🐧💜

Trigger Warning: Highly suggestiveness…look at the dress like…c’mon and some crude language, mostly on my end cause kinda like the Riddler one it feels like I’m just telling y’all straight up what’s gonna happen rip and I have the vocab and diction of a sailor

The Penguins Reacting to Reader Wearing a TikTok Dress:

Arkhamverse Penguin:

This cheeky asshat.

Oh, he’s so fucking smug it’s not even funny.

His eyes are literally scanning your form up and down.

This Ozzie is also extremely handsy and groping every exposed inch of you every chance he gets.

He’ll ask you to spin yourself around to show off every part of the dress and your accentuated assets.

Honestly, wouldn’t put it past him to be the one who got it for you, but he wasn’t sure you’d have the guts to actually put it on.

He would insist you wear it when it’s a busy night at the Iceberg Lounge

Oz would want you walking around, strutting. 

They can look if they want, get distracted and have their money get swiped. 

If they even try to touch you, they’re dead.

“Don’t worry love, everyone here knows your mine, they treat you any less than the gorgeous bird you are, I’ll kill ‘em.”

Reevesverse/ Farrell Penguin:

Once you walk in wearing the dress, you immediately have him speechless. 

He puts his hand to his heart, making sure it’s still beating. That he hasn’t just up and died in his sleep.

“Bellissima…” He puts down his cigar and is automatically waving you to come closer. 

“I need to make sure you’re real, sweetheart.” 

He makes you blush more than you expected to make him blush. 

Oz is full of praises as he stands up, holding your hand, and twirls you around so he can see all of you.

He contemplates whether or not he wants to see you out in his club like this. 

Sure he wants to show you off, but he’s possessive and if you were to go out there, you’d have to stick to his side 24/7 (which you do anyway)

“You look gorgeous in anything you put on. But right now, this one is my favorite, just second behind you wearing nothing.”

He snickers as you playfully  his shoulder, but you both know it’s true. 

Expect Ozzie to go searching for more variety of this type of dress and gifting ALL of them to you. 

Gotham Penguin:

He’s literally flabbergasted. 

There’s no way this was your idea, surely some set up with Tabitha or Barbara. 

Whether that’s true or not, he’s brain is still short-circuiting. 

His mouth is constantly opening and closing like a fish out of water. 

His eyebrows furrow in confusion for some minutes. How does a dress like that even work? 

You’re gonna have to get closer to him and snap him out of it.

But you gotta be quick, once he’s conscious you gotta make sure he doesn’t get lost again.

You offer some conversation, “d-do you like it Oswald?” 

It takes him a minute to come back to lucidity, but he finally starts making sentences…somewhat.

“I-I uh, um, i-it’s stunning y-you look stunning! W-where did you get that?” 

“I found it out while shopping with Tabby.” 

Oz rolls his eyes he figured as much. 

He won’t allow anyone to see you in the dress, this view is for his eyes only. 

If anyone even caught you putting on socks, he’d kill them. Just imagine if they even caught a sliver of a glance of you in this dress. 

Something feral and possessive comes over him at the thought. 

The dress teases just enough to show all his favorite areas to kiss and nibble on you. 

He does love the dress but he needs it off of you – like now.

Batman the Animated Series Penguin:

Also another one stunned into speechlessness. 

You’re lucky if you get anything like a squawk out of him. 

Even his birds got silent when they saw you.

“M-M-My goodness…” such a soft boy, takes off his hat and is literally trying to wipe away the sweat with a handkerchief. 

“Do you like it?” You gave him a 360 spin so he could take it all in. 

I don’t know why but I can see him getting a nosebleed? His face is fire engine red and his blinking rapidly as if trying to make sure his eye balls don’t stretch out like a Tex Avery cartoon. 

“I-I-...I’m speechless, darling. You look absolutely alluring like a siren…” He breathes out breathlessly. 

You can’t help but giggle at his gentle and polite nature. He was just too damn sweet for his own good sometimes. 

This Ozzie will also be strongly opposed to anyone seeing you in the dress. He’s definitely one of the more possessive Oswalds (I genuinely think they all are pretty possessive and greedy)

He's honestly just so gobsmacked that you're with him and that you love him. The fact you love him enough to do things like this to surprise him and bless him with your beauty.

The New Batman Adventures: 

(I honestly wasn’t sure whether to add this one or not, the design is different and it's considered like both a revamped season of BTAS but also it's own thing since it takes place two years after events in BTAS, and the DVD collection just calls TNBA season 4?? so idk but he does have some difference to BTAS so there's that)

He's taken aback. You could hear his audible gasp.

Oz's mouth hangs for a second in just awe. 

"My, my, my…my gorgeous dove…you look absolutely ravishing."  

He may be speechless and stunned but at least he's more capable of functioning speech. 

Oz walks over to you, his eyes admiring you up and down as he circles around you. 

He removes his gloves and reaches out to hold you. He's surprised just how sheer and thin the material is. It's almost like he's just touching your skin. 

He is absolutely beaming with pride and adoration. 

He definitely doesn't mind either or if you wore it out to the Iceberg Lounge. 

He wouldn't mind showing off to everyone in Gotham that your gorgeous being was his. 

But he'd also be pleased to keep it as a naughty secret between the two of you

Also much like Farrell Oz, expect him to probably give you more dresses in a similar fashion for you to try on. 

Telltale Penguin: 

Also another cheeky asshat

He's dumbfounded but only for a second.

"Holy shit, love. What brought all this on?"

He's immediately up and on his feet to take a closer look. 

When you tell him it was just something you found and thought he may enjoy, he snickers.

"Oh, I do definitely enjoy it, love. Absolutely breathtaking, you are." 

He's quick to have his hands all over you. His calloused hands running up and down your sides.

Feeling just how little the fabric is. He could easily tear it off you in a heartbeat but he decides against it.

He wants to be able to see you wear this again. 

He's more determined than ever to leave love bites where your skin is exposed through the sheer fabric.

A part of me sees him both wanting to show you off smugly to his colleagues but also doesn't want to give them the satisfaction of seeing most of you like this. 

If you want to wear it out with him, he won't argue, but you can guarantee if anyone disrespects you in any way, he won't hesitate to knock their lights out. 

And introducing a new Penguin to the roster…One Bad Day Penguin (cause he can fucking get it, but no worries, no spoilers but if you’ve read it you’re in for a treat, and if you haven't yet, I genuinely can't recommend it enough) 

One Bad Day Penguin: 

Damn, just when he thought you couldn't be anymore attractive. 

You've already got him wrapped around your finger, and now he's wrapped up that much tighter. 

You were drop dead gorgeous. The exotic dancers at his club never could hold a candle to you.

And you in this dress further confirms that statement. 

You saunter your way over closer to him. Giving him a 360° turn. 

"What do you think, Ozzie?"

"I think I'm the luckiest man on the planet.." he replies with no hesitation. 

When you're close enough, his arms are immediately wrapped around you. 

"Damn, it's like you're not wearing anything at all…" He mutters as his hands roam across your skin. His finger tracing along the sheer patterns of the dress. 

His breathing is hitched and his touch to your skin was electrifying. 

It's a miracle he's keeping it together as well as he does. 

He usually adores showing you off but this dress may have to be just between you two. 

Oz can't guarantee he won't rip off anyone and everyone's head that lingered their eyes a little too long on you. 

In moments like this, so intimate and tense from arousal. 

He can definitely feel the little animal in him ready to pounce on you, immediately. 

[riddle-me-ri]

Ri you absolute goddess thank you for blessing us with your pengy colony 🥰💋 I would like to request a fic of just one, and any one of your choosing, penguin and the aftermath of their NNN (maybe their breaking point or when December rolls around? 👀)

I just really wanna see some pengy smut 🥰🥰🥰

A/N: asdfgg anon, anon, I..I’m flattered but you’ve really gotta stop comparing me to an actual ethereal being, I'm nothing of the sort at all lmao. And honestly I was stuck dead in the water trying to choose just one Pengy for the aftermath of the No Nut November event but thankfully this other request came in to answer that for me so I'm combining the two lol Hope that’s cool with both of you anons!

Trigger Warnings: Explicit Sexual Cotent (piv intercourse, vaginal fingering, bites, daddy kink, groping, commando) and strong language

Word Count: 2.0 k

Reevesverse/Farrell Penguin x F!Reader - Winner's Circle

The tension was so strong and heavy you could cut it with a knife. It was like a tightrope between the two of you. Both of you were standing in the middle seeing which one would finally fall. Finally give in to the temptation you've challenged yourselves to. 

It'd cause some sparks to fly. 

It'll add some pining, yearning back into the relationship. 

It would wound you both so tight neither of you could stand it. 

Oswald played it much more cool than you did. However, you knew deep down he was seething. 

The way he would clench and unclench his fists. You saw him bite his knuckle when he watched you walk away from him once.

He must have been so tensed and hardwired that he didn't even realize.

It was December. The both of you have won. 

Now, to reap the rewards. 

Things were beginning to settle down at the Iceberg Lounge, well…as settled as they can be for an all night club. 

You sauntered your way up to Oz’s office. Ignoring the leering eyes at you in your new black cocktail dress with a slit up to your thigh. 

A new piece. Oswald hasn’t seen it yet. But he will and you won’t have it on for much longer. 

You knocked on his door. Silently, hoping Carmine wasn’t lounging in there, lamenting on and on about Gotham, how things were, how they are, what they used to be, what he wanted them to be. 

“Door’s open, come on in!” 

You slightly gasped at hearing his voice. Like you hadn’t heard it earlier that morning, but like you haven’t heard or seen him in months. You were also delighted that you couldn’t hear any other voices or movements in his office. 

“Hey there, stranger…” You hummed as you walked on in. You closed the door with the weight of your body. Once closed, you made the quick premeditated decision to lock the door. 

“Hey, swe-” Oz looked up to finally look at you. Taking all of you in, and in your new dress. His eyes widened, eyebrows going up while his jaw dropped. 

“W-When’d you get that? I know I didn’t get it for ya…I’d have you wear it sooner.” He shuffled some more papers on his desk. He opened a drawer and plopped them in there. 

You giggled. “I got it for me…for you…both of us, I guess if you think about it.” 

You cat-walked your way over to his desk. Oz’s eyes never left your body, a small sly grin slowly growing on his face. You rounded the desk to where you stood just in front of him, perching yourself up on his desk. 

You wrapped your legs around his chair and pulled him in closer to you. Instinctively, he grabbed your ankles as you pulled him in. He lets out a breathless chuckle at your antics. 

“You’ve been a cruel tease since we started this thing…” He muttered. 

“Like you haven’t either…but we don’t have to tease each other anymore…at least not to the degree we’ve been doing.” You grinned.

Oz quirked an eyebrow at you as he began slowly crawling his hands up your legs from your ankles to your knees.  

“Is that so?”

“You mean in all the things in this spiffy little office of yours…you don’t have a calendar?” You gestured to around his desk, but still keeping an eye on his hands that are at your knees and slowly going up to your thigh. 

“You sayin’, I won?” He quirked his eyebrow at you. 

You leaned forward, tightening the hold your legs had around his torso. You brought your hand up to hold the side of his face, your thumb caressed his cheek. 

“We…We won, baby…” You leaned in further, your lips just centimeters away from his scarred lips. 

In a breathless whisper you said, “...and it’s time for our prize.” 

Oswald collided his lips with yours. You held his head closely, as if to refrain him from pulling away too soon. You softly nibbled on his lower lip, sweetly but assertively asking for access which he permitted to you eagerly. 

As you two continued to passionately make out, Oswald’s grip on your thighs got tighter, you could almost feel the beginning of bruises start forming. You could also feel the slight motion of one of his hands creeping further up and under your dress. 

Your kiss was broken as the two of you slightly gasped at the other small surprise you had under your sleeve. 

To his bewilderment, when he reached your cunt, there wasn’t anything keeping his fingers from your lower lips. 

Oz inhaled strongly through his nose as he leaned his head back. “You are gonna be the death of me, sweetheart.” 

You giggled as your hands moved from around his head to around his neck. “Or keep that ticker of yours in check. Keep your blood pumping.” 

Oz chuckled. “Oh it’s pumping…just not to my heart…”

You snickered mischievously, pride absolutely gushing out of you. You leaned back in to rekindle the kiss from before.

Recovered from the shock, Oz made due with your surprise by slowly rubbing along the outside of your folds, gathering some slick that’s pooled there. 

Your moans against his lips caused Oz to chuckle heartily. He slowly broke the kiss by leaning away but only so he can lean back in and kiss your cheek. After planting some sweet kisses to your cheek, the kisses get sloppier as he went down your neck. Softly suckling on random sections of your neck and along your exposed shoulder. 

Your hands wrapped tighter around his neck, your hands gripping the short black hairs he had left on the back of his head. Oswald slowly stood up slightly kicking his chair to the side, as he puts his full weight against you. 

You loved it when he did this, whenever he leaned against you, towered over you, just to be completely smothered by Ozzie. Someone so warm, tender, and safe. 

You convulsed as you felt his thick middle and index fingers finally enter inside you. Slowly, he began pumping them in and out. Meanwhile his other hand reached out for the top of your dress. Your dress was sleeveless with a small dipped v-cut, which Oz dug his thumb in to bring the top of your dress down to expose your chest. 

Without missing a beat, he brought his focus to your chest. Oz twirled his tongue around your nipple before eagerly suckling it, as his hand provided the same ministrations to your other breast. The pumping of his fingers has sped up a little by this point, every now and then he brought his thumb up to tease your clit. 

You were a red, panting, flaming mess at this point. You’re not sure how in the hell either of you made it an entire thirty days without this. You did know, however, that you didn’t want to cum just from his fingers. The challenge has left you constantly on edge, it wouldn’t take much for you to come undone. 

“O-Ozzie…” You moaned, desperately trying to form words, let alone a sentence.  “Ozzie…baby…please I-I need you.”

His fingers inside you slowed down, as his groans vibrated against your chest causing a tingling feeling. 

“Just cause you asked so sweetly…that and I’m about to combust myself.” He grumbled, as he leaned back for a moment to unbuckle his pants and unzip them. He barely had a chance to drag his underwear down before you immediately reached down to grab his cock.

Oswald winced slightly, his member sensitive after a month of no-contact. “Shit, easy, honey.” His hands braced himself on the desk as his knees began to buckle a little. 

“Sorry…sorry.” You really weren’t though, you began slowly stroking it. Your thumb running through the slit at the red flaring head. 

Oz let you softly and slowly stroke it as he tried to regain his breathing. He leaned back into you, nestling his head in the crook of your neck and shoulder. Your legs also supported him to stay on his feet. 

After some light stroking, you began positioning him just inches from your entrance. When he felt his head at your folds, Oz thrusted fully into you, not being able to wait any longer. 

You both gasped, you’re fairly certain you may have let out a silent cry of relief. 

“Oohh shit…” Oz muttered into the skin of your shoulder.

All you could do was nod your head in response. After a minute getting reacclimated to you two being joined together again. Oswald began slowly thrusting his cock in and out of you, slowly pulling out to where just his head remained, only to thrust fully back in. You moans got louder each time he fully rutted himself inside you. 

As his pace got faster, his kisses and nibbles along your skin got harsher and harder. Nibbles quickly turned into love bites all across your shoulders, neck, and upper parts of your chest. Your knuckles were no doubt white at the strong grip you had on his neck. Your legs pushing him closer and deeper into you every time he thrusted into you. 

“O-O-Ozzie…Oz…f-fuck..” You moaned. 

“I know baby, I know…” He kissed your cheek. You turned your head to meet his lips again in another passionate kiss. 

You pulled away to tug at another one of his weaknesses.

“Oz…D-Daddy…mmm…f-faster…harder please.” You don’t care how pathetic you sound, whining to him. You were desperate and needy beyond comprehension and only Oswald could provide. 

You didn’t think you could get any wetter until you heard the guttural growl Oz let out. 

Oswald’s thrusts got faster and harder, filling you up, his head occasionally tapping at your cervix. 

“Yes…yes, just like that!” You panted. You attempted to reach your hand down to get some needed stimulation on your clit, but your fingers were pushed away by Oswald’s. His thumb immediately going to work, rubbing tight fast circles at the sensitive nub. 

You were for sure on the verge of tears at this point. Your legs slightly going to sleep and convulsing along with the rest of your body. The only sounds you recognize are Oz’s grunts and groans, and occasionally your own moans and soft cries of pleasure. 

“Oz…Ozzie, D-Da..mmm..” Your eyes started rolling to the back of your head as your head fell back. 

“Let go, honey. Cum for me, baby…cum for Daddy…”

That was all it took for the waves to finally break open the dam. Your nerves amplified to the nth degree, causing every surface of skin to break out into goosebumps and tingle in pleasure. Your legs shook, Oz brought his hands up to them, slowly rubbing them to ease the shakes. 

As you hit your climax, your walls tightened around him like a vice, choking him to completion as he came in you before slowly pulling out of you. 

You both groaned at the loss of contact, but were both satisfied. 

Oswald quickly snatched back the chair that was behind him to sit down and catch his breath. Once the afterglow began wearing off, the two of you began cleaning up and getting dressed. Even as you fixed your dress, Oz still handed you his warm, fluffy winter jacket that was two times bigger than you. 

“I’ll let you get away with that once, but don’t do it again, yeah? At least not without telling me…” He wrapped the jacket around you. “A lot of scumbags down there, don’t want any of them taking advantage of ya.” 

Your heart swelled. As if you couldn’t fall any deeper in love with this man. It’s hard to imagine the cold-blooded, calculated, violent, mobster that everyone spoke about; The Penguin…was the same person in front of you, who protected you and cherished you like a precious gem.

You brought your hand back up to his face, his hand coming up to keep your hand on his cheek. “Nothing’ll happen, Ozzie, everyone knows I’m yours.”

“As much as I wanna believe that, I can’t count on it.” He kissed the palm of your hand, his running through the valleys of your knuckles. 

The two of you stayed in comfortable silence for a moment, until you perked up. 

“So, same time next year?” 

“Hell no.” 

You busted out laughing. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry I had too…”

“Never again, that was torture, sweetheart.”

You snickered. “But hey, it was worth it for a round in the Winner’s Circle, huh?”

[riddle-me-ri]

A kiss under the mistletoe with penguins?

A/N: Now this is some of the holiday tropes that are purely a guilty pleasure of mine, I stg…well that and Pengys are also a huge weakness of mine lmao

Kissing the Penguins Under the Mistletoe

Arkhamverse Penguin:

First off, kudos to you for being determined enough to try and seek him out for so long. Your Ozzie never seemed to take a night off, however you stayed fast and true. Thankfully, you two already had dinner plans and you planned to strike then. 

After the first course was over, you two were waiting on desert when you held the iconic plant above your heads. Oswald noticed your arm was up, and followed it to the mistletoe in your hands. 

Oswald chuckled heartily. “Well, isn’t that a cheeky trick?” 

“Not a trick, just a surprise. A sweet on at that.” You smiled slowly leaning in. 

“You got that right, love.” Oz hummed, extremely pleased. 

You two met in the middle and shared a sweet kiss in honor of the holidays and your love for one another. 

Reevesverse/Farrell Penguin:

You were all smiles and laughs, you were positively glowing, and Oswald was absolutely enraptured by you. You looked gorgeous tonight, for the Iceberg Lounge Christmas Party. He didn’t want you to leave his side, not ever really, but especially not tonight when you looked this amazing. 

“C’mere, I gotta surprise for you, sweetheart.”

“Ozzie! Christmas isn’t for another couple days!” 

“It’s okay, honey. These gifts…are the gifts that keep on givin’.” He smiled. He had his hand behind his back as he walked back over to you. 

There was a moment of silence. 

“Well, close your eyes, sweetheart.” 

You scoff but oblige him anyway. You feel something cut through the air beside you. 

“Okay, open.” 

You look and see his arm is above your head, and you look to see a mistletoe. 

You giggled as you wrapped your arms around Oswald. “You’re right, these gifts do keep on giving.” You turn your head to the side and kiss him, sweetly. 

Gotham Penguin:

Oswald never cared too much about the holidays. Just another obstacle, another element to consider in his plans…until he met you anyway. 

He’s never been big on the holiday season, but if it brings you joy, he’ll tolerate it…to a certain extent. 

The mistletoe being one of the few elements that he takes pleasure in. 

You came up behind him while he was reading the newspaper in the study. “Hey, Ozzie…” you giggled. 

“What’re you up to, Y/N?” He asked looking over his shoulder at you. 

Your eyes glanced up to your hand that held the mistletoe. “I caught you under the mistletoe…y’know what that means?” 

You leaned your head over onto his shoulder. Oswald stifles a laugh, but smiles up at you. 

“Indeed I do, but you didn’t have to go such lengths to ask for a kiss…”

You shushed him, smiling, and leaned into kiss him. 

BTAS Penguin:

For once, Oswald can actually enjoy these holidays with someone. He loathed those around him that had friends, family, and partners to share the season with. 

Now that he has you, he doesn’t have to wither in loathing anymore. If anything he understands why those young couples can’t keep their hands off each other. Why they don’t care if the world sees them. It’s how he felt in regards to you. 

“Hey, Ozzie! I need your help with something!” You called from the living room of his apartment. 

“Coming, my dove!” 

He never really cared for the decorating portion of the holidays, but it made you happy to put somethings up so he obliged. 

He stopped in front of you. “What do you need help with, darling?” He asked, looking for the problem. 

“Umm…your birds seem to want something, but I can’t figure out what.” You pointed to the doves flying just above your heads. 

When Oswald looked up, you had to stifle the laugh when you heard him gasp. One dove was holding the mistletoe by his beak and the other flew around it’s partner. 

Oswald looked down with a lovestruck look on his face and you had to let your giggles out. 

“Surprise!” You giggled as you walked closer to him, putting your hands on his shoulders. 

Oswald chuckled. “Surprise indeed, very clever indeed, my dear.” 

“Only the best for you, Ozzie.” You leaned down, turned your head to the side and planted a kiss on his lips. 

TNBA Penguin:

Oswald was looking for you. The party was in full swing, much thanks to your diligent planning and immaculate problem solving. Now he just wants to enjoy it all with you. 

He asked several of the partygoers, he didn’t get many helpful answers. Thankfully, one of the waiters tapped him on the shoulder and informed him you were out on the balcony. 

Oswald, was confused but was just grateful to have a location. 

“Darling dove, what’re you doing out here?” He asked while standing along the threshold separating the inside from the outside. 

You turned around from looking out into the city and smiled. “Just getting some fresh air, I was going to come back in soon, dear.” 

You walked over to him and held your hands out for him to hold in his. 

“Let me know, next time, dearest. I was running around looking for you.” He kissed the back of your hand. 

“I didn’t mean to make you worry, Ozzie. I’ll let you know next time.”

As Oswald was looking up at you, something caught his eye that hung between the both of you. 

“Oh my, I wonder who put that up there…” He commented under his breath. 

You followed his line of sight to the lone mistletoe hanging on the top of the threshold. 

You smiled, looking back down to Oz. “Well, rules are rules…”

Oswald chuckled. “Indeed so…” He tucked your chin in between his thumb and index finger as he dragged your head down to his level. Both of you turned your heads the opposite direction and leaned into a kiss. Your hands slowly coming up to cup his head, holding it sternly, as if to make the kiss last longer. 

Telltale Penguin: 

Oz was begrudgingly helping you decorate. Since he lost his family and moved away, he never really gave the holidays a second thought. Any sort of joy he could get out of the holiday was void…well until you came along. 

You two were able to settle on a small tree which you were decorating now. However, you didn’t notice that there was another little decoration that Oz slipped past you. 

Oz came up behind you while you were focused on the tree. 

He tapped you on your shoulder, when you turned around he quickly held up a tiny mistletoe in between his fingers. 

You saw his hand shot up, and followed it to the plant in his hand. 

You giggled while you slowly shook your head. “Smooth…very smooth Cobblepot..” You commented, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

Oz keeps one arm up and the other goes to wrap around your waist. “You know I can never resist you, love.” 

You brought your lips to Oz’s and he let his arm come down to join his other in a warm and loving embrace.  

One Bad Day Penguin:

“Y/N, what’re you doing?” 

“Oh, nothing, just helping Lili pick up.” 

The party just wrapped up for the evening. Everyone had a blast, as they usually did. The one holiday they had to celebrate at the Iceberg Lounge with Umbrella Man…was really only a one-man party. 

“Sweetness, you nor Lili should worry about that. That’s why we have a maintenance crew.” 

As if on cue, one of the members of the wait staff grabbed the trash you had gathered in your hands. 

“Point taken.” 

“Where is Lili, anyway? Wanted to tell her good night before we turn in.” 

“Right here, love birds!” She hollered. 

Oswald and you looked up to the second level, she was hanging over the upper floor railing. A familiar plant hung pinched between her index finger and thumb. 

You could hear her mischievous chuckle from the upper level. Meanwhile, as you were trying to get over being duped by Lili. Oswald slowly made his way closer to you. 

“Well, you know me, I’m a traditional man.” Oz grinned. 

“Oh, hardy har har..” You roll your eyes while simultaneously cupping his face in between your hands. 

As you leaned down to meet your lips with his, the two of you couldn’t help but chuckle into the kiss as you heard Lili celebrating from upstairs. 

The Batman (2004) Penguin:

I have no doubt beyond a shadow of a doubt that this Ozzie has a mistletoe on a long stick at the ready. From December 1st to the 31st.  He’s extremely stingy and selfish for any of your affections. Kisses, hugs, you carrying him around bridal style, combing your hand through his hair…he wants it all.

You’re aware of this tactic to steal every kiss from you every chance he gets with the mistletoe, so you try and tease him back. December 1st, you kiss his head. December 11th, you kiss his cheek. Ozzie gets mushy, but once he realizes he’s kind of been cheated out of an actual kiss he gets huffy. 

Once, December 25th rolls around however, you come up with the mistletoe on your own and plant a big ol’ unsuspecting kiss on him. For all the trouble he went through and for you teasing him through most of the month. 

Batman Unlimited Penguin: 

The holidays were always a rough time for Oswald. 

Reminders of all the things he didn’t have. Family, friends, a lover, someone to celebrate the festivities with. It was hard enough living day by day, with people constantly enjoying their time with loved ones. Almost like they were mocking him, now because of the holidays, that’s amplified tenfold. 

Fortunately though, he wasn’t alone this year. 

“Aww…Ozzie! You look terrific! I knew that red sweater would look magnificent on you!” 

Speak of the Devil, there you were, however you were more like an angel. 

“Oh, uh..yes…and it is quite comfortable.” Oz added. 

“I’m so glad to hear it. It definitely suits you, darling.” You smiled. 

Oswald’s heart felt fuller by the minute. The heart he could have sworn was broken in two by humanity’s cruel hand a long, long time ago. Yet, you’ve managed to sew it back together. 

“Oh, I got another surprise for you!” You beamed. 

“My dear, if you keep coming up with surprises, there won’t be any left for the holiday.” Oswald chuckled. 

“Oh, it’s fine! You deserve them all! Besides, this one I know both you and I will enjoy.” You winked. 

Oz’s cheeks began dusting a faint pink. “Oh, very well, what is it?”

Your eyes shot a glance up to the low ceiling of your shared apartment. His eyes followed yours to see a mistletoe dangling from the roof. 

Oswald’s eyes widened and the faint pink turned to a bright red. 

“Oh..I-I…hehe..” He smiles back at you sheepishly. 

You giggle as you cup his cheek, turning his head up to face you. “I told you we’d both enjoy it.” 

“T-t-that you did, darling.” 

You both leaned in for a sweet and gentle kiss. 

[riddle-me-ri]

Please please can I get a sick fic with farrell ozzie I wanna either have him take care of me or take care of him myself 😭

A/N: awww of course you can sweetie! Honestly, I think we could all use a little of daddy ozzie to take care of us, no? Plus he’s a lot more fun to write when he’s spoiling you guys ♥️

Word Count: 1.4 k…I dunno how it got that long holy shit

Reevesverse/Farrell Penguin Taking Care of Sick Reader:

"Sweetheart, I know you don't want to, but you gotta stay in bed." 

"Ozziieee" You whined. "I'm fine! My nose is just a little stuffy." 

"Doll, you're congested. You have a fever of 104. And your voice sounds like it's going through a cheese grater."

"Why is it so cold in here, Ozzie?" You tried to wrap yourself closer in the layers of sheets and the comforter. Trying to seal in any warmth they provided.

"And you have the chills." Oswald sighed.

You groaned. You laid back down on the California King-sized bed and buried your head back into the pillow. 

Oz was sitting on a chair set by your side of the bed. He wore a pair of boxers, a silk mauve-colored robe, and slippers. He came up beside you and tucked the sheets underneath you. He hasn't left your side since you woke up feeling like absolute garbage. Just a wastebasket of mucus, pressure, chills, and muscle pains.

"Will you please stay put? I'm gonna go grab you a few things."

Oswald sat up from his chair but you stopped him by grabbing his wrist. 

"Oz…I-I can get it." You wheeled before going to a coughing fit. 

Oz patted your back as you grabbed a tissue on the bedside table and hacked into it. 

"Yeah, nah. Not a chance, doll. Let me take care of you." 

"But-"

He stood up from his chair. "No buts. You're sick and need to rest, baby. And besides-" Oz pushed some strands of sweat damped hair away from your forehead and he kissed the middle of it. "-You know as well as I do, how much I love taking care of you."

Well, you can't argue with that can you? You sighed dreamily, you could have sworn that you finally felt your body start to warm up.

You hummed softly. "Well, you got me there.."

Oswald chuckled, his gold tooth glinting in the warm table lamp light. "I'll be right back, I promise." 

You really didn’t think you could get up if you actually wanted to.

You just didn’t want Oz to leave. Your chills made you feel like you were stuck in a bucket of ice in a freezer and Oswald was the furnace that would eventually melt away the ice to freedom. 

Thinking of him coming back and huddling you up in his warm protective embrace made you slowly lull yourself to sleep. 

Oswald came back in with a small silver tray in hand. He prepped a bowl of soup, glass of water, and some medicine. He slowly trekked his way back over to the side of the bed. Oz noticed you softly breathing through your mouth, your nose far too stuffed and congested to let air in or out. 

He chuckled softly as he set the tray down on your bedside table. He really didn’t want to wake you, but you had to take some medicine. 

Oswald placed the tips of his calloused fingers along the start of your scalp and carefully combed his fingers through your hair and along the top of your scalp. He repeated the motion to slowly coax you into waking up. 

Your eyes started to move under your closed eyelids. The soft, easy strokes caused a tingling sensation along your scalp and for once your head wasn’t absolutely throbbing and about to crack open at the slightest bit or pressure. 

Hesitantly, you blinked your eyes open and were instantly rewarded with Oz softly smiling down at you. You grinned giddily, quickly slamming your eyes closed, and continue relishing in his ministrations. 

“Sweetheart, you gotta eat something and take some medicine.” He said in a hushed tone, despite trying to refrain you from dozing off. 

You groaned. “But it feels good…”

Oz chuckled softly. “I’ll make you a deal, honey. One I know you can’t refuse. You eat something, take this medicine and drink some water…and ol’ Ozzie will get back in bed with you and I’ll stroke your head until you fall back asleep. Hm?”

“Mm hm..” You nodded, albeit your eyes were still closed. 

“Sound like a deal, doll?” He slowly removed his hand away from your scalp and you could’ve cried. 

You huffed but eventually sat up in bed. 

“That’s it…I promise it’ll be worth it.” 

He placed the tray on your lap and you couldn’t stop the soft gasp that left you. “Oh, Ozzie…you’re a life saver. Thank you, I hate you had to do all this…” The gesture truly made your heart swell.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it, Y/N. It’s like I keep telling you, I take care of you because I want to.”

“Because you love me.” You cooed knowing that was the answer. 

“Now, you’re getting it.” He grinned. 

You started to finally eat and drink, when you felt you had enough in your belly you swallowed the pills. Oz kept an eye on you just to ensure there wasn’t anything else you may need. 

*RING RING*

“Ahh...shit..” Oz cursed under his breath. “I’ll be right back, sweetheart.” He got up from his seat and gave you a swift peck on your cheek. You started measly chewing the saltine cracker you soaked into your soup. 

You were silently praying he didn’t have to go to to the club. However you also knew just how much of a role he played, he couldn’t be out of commission too long or too much or the whole system gets backlogged. 

Oswald walked into the bedroom’s private bathroom, but still left the door slightly cracked open.

“Listen, can’t you just deal with it? Have one of the twins take care of it!” 

You could hear some parts of the conversation. You stopped chewing so you could listen in.

“I’m not comin’ in, today. Just…goddamn am I the only one with a functioning brain in that whole building?...No you weren’t supposed to answer that…” Oz groaned. 

“If there’s any emergencies, call me. But like I said, I’m not comin’ in…yeah? What about The Batman? Tell him I ain’t there, he’ll have to find his vengeance elsewhere…”

You could hear Oswald wipe his face in exhaustion and annoyance. “Ya done? Yeah, yeah I’m fine, but my baby’s sick and I’m taking care of them…what? No! My significant other you dense…ugh. Just…call if there’s any emergencies, yeah? But I’m out.” 

You heard him hang up, and you quickly resumed eating as if you totally weren’t eavesdropping. You looked up over at him when he walked back out into the bedroom. 

“Is everything okay, Ozzie?” You asked softly. 

“Of course, sweetheart. You don’t worry about anything, except for getting better, okay?” He took a glance down at the tray and chuckled. 

“What?” You asked.

“And you said you didn’t need anything…”

You looked down at the empty bowl, empty glass, and the missing pills. You bit your lip. “I may have fibbed a tiny bit.” 

Oz snickered. “Uh huh, that’s what we’ll call it.” He went over to your side of the bed and picked up the tray from your lap. 

“I could’ve set it down…” You mumbled.

“Y/N…”

“I know, I know…you’re just taking care of me.” You smiled in sweet defeat. 

“Now, Oswald…” You announced sternly.

Oz perked his eyebrow at you, not sure where the seriousness came from. 

“...it’s your time to fulfill your part of the bargain.” You crossed your arms, before defiantly flipping back the covers on the other side of you and patting the bed. 

That caused Oswald to chortle in delight. He began slowly making his way to his side of the bed, almost like he was reluctant. 

“Ozzieee…I’ll be better by the time you get here!” 

“Kinda the idea..” he mumbled under his breath, jokingly. He was interrupted in his journey by a small pillow you threw at him. 

“Hey!” 

“Hay is for horses and cuddles are penguins, get your ass in bed.” You snickered, already feeling a little better. 

“Can’t argue with that.” He hopped back into bed and before he could even get comfortable under the covers–you immediately buried yourself into his side. 

“Whoa gorgeous, gimme a second..”

“No.” You stated. You grabbed the wrist of his hand and placed it on your head. 

Your head bounced along with his chest as he let out a hearty laugh at your antics, but true to his word he began stroking your scalp like he did earlier. 

Between the loving strokes, the steady beat of his heart, and his natural warmth engulfing you in a sweet homely confection. You found yourself able to fall asleep instantly. 

As your breathing evened out, Oz could tell you were finally resting. He adjusted himself accordingly, turning on his side so both arms can be around you. He placed his chin on the top of your head, but not before kissing it as his hands resumed his massages. 

“You’ll be better in no time, sweetheart.”

[riddle-me-ri]

I absolutely love the interactions between ozzie and flirty!Reader it's so good omg I would love it if you could write a part two after their initial meeting or just more interactions between them

(I like to imagine reader does the "is this seat taken" thing to ozzie then sits on his lap 💕) (possibly a flustered ozzie? 🤔 or will his confidence carry him through)

On another note you should really get more notes on your posts I swear you're such an underrated write you've written so many of my fav riddler and ozzie content you've gotta be shown more appreciation ✨️

A/N: aww thank you so much, honestly I think the low notes are just cause I’m still new and a subpar writer lol. Plus my mutuals probably expect my hot and naughty works and I’ve just been writing fluffy, fun, and more romantic type content rip. 

I’m so glad you’re enjoying their interactions, they’re super fun to write and come up with. I wish I could be this natural and confident of a flirt rip. Also, I absolutely love the idea of the reader just claiming a seat in Ozzie’s lap, so I went with that for this other encounter of their’s lol. Also, apologies that this ends kinda weirdly…wasn’t sure how to end it rip

Trigger Warnings: none, just more flirting

Word Count: 901

Reevesverse/Farrell Penguin x Reader - Is This Seat Taken?

After the success of the first night out to the Iceberg Lounge, you and your friends decided you guys had a new go-to to let lose. Which was definitely a win-win for you. You got to spend time with your friends, create memories, and have an absolute blast. Also, you got more opportunities to bump into Oswald again. 

There were a few nights you couldn’t point him out in the crowds. You figured he was either out for the evening or perhaps doing some business in the club within the club. You still tried to enjoy the night when he wasn’t there. 

Although, the nights he was there…immediately made the night that much better. 

You were flattered when he recognized you and before you know it the two of you were back into your flirtatious exchange. Not even missing a beat since the last encounter. 

Obviously, you finally had to divulge to your friends the other strong motive you had to going out to the Iceberg Lounge. One was excited and the other was shocked. 

They tried to talk you out of it, to probably end it before things got too real. A small part of you deep down knew that it was far too late for that. You weren’t going to admit it though, not when you felt like you still had a control over your emotions. It was all just for fun. Who can say they flirted with a mob boss and got away with it? Not to mention more than once? 

In fact tonight, you had a little trick up your sleeve to really push the envelope. Due to this, you decided to go out on a night when your friends were too busy to join you. 

When you walked into the club, the music was already starting to send vibrations through your bones. You couldn’t afford to get lost in it, not yet anyway. You walked around, slipping and swerving around the dancing bodies on the floor. 

Your head was turning left and right, up and down. Just for a moment, you cursed his shorter stature. You kept looking until you reached the other end of the building. The only place left to check was up. Still dodging both immobile and mobile bodies, you were able to make it to the upper level. 

“Hey! There they are! Where have you been, sweetheart?” Oswald hollered to you. 

He was lounging on red booth that lined up against the wall. He had a couple other guys around him, each with a girl beside them, clinging to each guy. You didn’t even take notice of his company you were just happy to see that toothy grin of his. 

“I’ve been looking for you, Ozzie!” You yelled back over the music as you made your way to the seating area. 

“All you had to do was call, I would’ve come for you, doll.” He replied smoothly, he too clearly forgetting his company for a moment. 

“I’m glad I caught you though! For a second I thought you were too busy for me!” You finally got to the table and were immediately mirroring the wide smile he had on his face. 

“I’ll always make time for you, honey.”

You stood in front of him for a minute and decided to make your move.

“Is this seat taken?” Instead of gesturing to the obvious seat next to him, you pointed toward his lap. 

You could hear the girls on the other side of the table softly gasp. They have worked at the club for years, and while Oswald always respected them, they never dared to be so bold with him.

It was always scary when some of Falcone or Maroni’s men tried to step up to him, but they have never seen a civilian so confident to openly flirt with him. 

Oswald spared a glance down to his empty lap and back up at you. At first uncertain he heard you correctly, but soon enough he let out a hardy laugh. 

“No, not at all, sweetheart. I was saving it just for you as a matter of fact!” He patted his knee. 

He doubled down on your offer. Not truly expecting you to see it to the end. 

Joke’s on him.

“I would sure hope so.” You scooted between the booth and the table and gently sat down on his thigh. You turned to the side so you were leaning your left side against Oswald and your legs were tucked inbetween his. 

The guys and girls around the table eyes widened in pure bewilderment. Not entirely expecting you to actually sit in The Penguin’s lap. 

Oswald too was shocked for a moment as he felt the slight weight on his leg, but he really couldn’t say he wasn’t pleased either. This took guts, and he liked that about you. 

You glanced at him and smiled at him. “Thanks, Ozzie. Is this okay?”

Oz guffawed. “Of course it is, sweetheart. I wouldn’t allow it if it wasn’t.” He gently wrapped his arm around your waist. If it would have been any other arm, you would’ve removed it immediately in disgust. However, you didn’t mind his warm and stocky arm holding you. 

“Okay, just let me know when your leg falls asleep okay?” You patted his shoulder. 

“No worries, doll. Good thing I got two of ‘em, huh?” 

You giggled. “Yes, sir. A very good thing.”

[riddle-me-ri]

Please if you could write a fic on farrell!penguin the one where reader asks him out 🙏🙏 I loved that idea so much 🥺

A/N: Aww, omg of course! I’m not going to lie as I was writing the dialogue for the “holding hands” scenarios I was having such a blast with him and reader, so it’s fun to get to expand upon that for sure! Thanks for requesting!

Trigger Warnings: some strong language but nothing crazy

Word Count: 1.1 k

Reevesverse/ Farrell! Penguin x Reader - Biting the Bullet

Okay, you were gonna do it. 

Come what may.

As fun as this flirting game was with Oswald, you just couldn’t do it anymore. Not unless something came out of it. 

God, you just had to start catching feelings, huh? This was supposed to be fun! Just a way to make the nights more entertaining, but noooo.

You could no longer ignore the butterflies you got whenever he spoke to you. The way you felt a magnetic pull to be closer to him and near him every chance you got. Not to mention they way he looked at you like no one else had before. He made you feel like the most important, special, precious thing in the world. 

You had to see this through, if it ended in rejection, it may hurt but atleast you would be able to move on and not keep living in this emotional limbo. 

Usually, you’d go with a group of friends to the Iceberg Lounge, but lately whenever they wanted to go to other clubs, you felt yourself missing the Lounge and seeing Ozzie. You told your friends you were staying in tonight, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. 

Tonight, you had a game plan. 

You dressed yourself to the nines. In an outfit that Oz has yet to see you in, one that you know would blow him away. If you get rejected atleast you look fine as hell doing it. 

The moment you got into the cab to the Iceberg Lounge, you started to slowly lose some of your nerve you had earlier. The closer you got, the more you started fidgeting, like a ticking bomb that’s been poked and prodded but had yet to explode. 

Oswald is notorious for being cruel just as much as he was charming. A silver-tongued devil that isn’t afraid to pull the rug out from anyone to prove a point or get the upperhand. 

Surely, you were a different matter though. You were a regular patron, you respected him, you never had any intention to play him. He liked you, he said so himself a few times to you. You just hope he will understand where you’re coming from…

And not make you look like a complete fool in the aftermath.

~~

“Y/N! I was wonderin’ when you were goin’ to get here. Come sit next to me! I just got this bottle open.” Oswald welcomed you, leading you to the upstairs VIP area. 

“Hey, Ozzie, how’s your night been?” You asked, truly happy to see him. You both took a seat at couch tucked away in the corner. Oswald started pouring the freshly uncorked bottle of champagne. 

“It’s gonna be better now that you’re here, sweetheart!” He nudged your shoulder and gave you a wink. 

There he goes…you wonder if he knows that your stomach does somersaults when he does that. 

“Aw, shush, you know it’s cruel to tease, Oz!” You jested back, softly pushing him back. 

“Sweetheart, you wound me, I’m many things but a tease…never…” 

You quirked your eyebrows, Oswald busted out laughing. 

“Can’t fool you, huh?” Oz chuckled before taking a sip from his glass. 

“Nope, sure can’t.” You beamed proudly. You hope you still had your pride when this is over, when all is said and done, and if he does reject you.

Oz hummed as he put down his glass. He takes a glance to you and you look back at him and offer him a soft smile. 

“You look like you got something on your mind, doll. A penny for your thoughts?” 

Shit. Shit. Shit. You forgot he can read people like a book, he wouldn’t be where he was and be as infamous if he wasn’t. 

“What makes you think that?” You asked incredulously, trying to hide your face behind the glass. 

Oswald looked at you with a cocked eyebrow and a stern face. “Doll, how long have we known each other? I’d like to think I can tell when you’re thinkin’ of something. I’d like to think you could tell me anything, if you were comfortable of course.” He put his hand on your shoulder and gave it a reassuring squeeze. 

Okay, this just got way more difficult than you thought. 

“I-I-I am, I mean..comfortable with you, I do feel like I could tell you anything and you wouldn’t judge me for it.” You commented. 

“I’m glad to hear that.” Oz smiled. 

You looked at him, totally cool, calm and collected. You wish you had an inkling of that confidence back into your system like when you first approached him that first night you met him. 

“Um, Oswald, I’ve been thinking…”

Oswald’s eyebrows picked up when he heard you say his full name. He’s always insisted you call him Ozzie, he liked the way it sounded when you said it. He had no clue what you were about to say, but he knew it must be important. 

“You’re right, we…have known each other for awhile. And to be frank, it’s been some of the most fun I’ve had…in a really long time. I enjoy seeing you.” You swirled the liquid in your glass, watching the way the liquid moves slowly in the container. 

“I know we flirt with each other a lot, but lately something’s been scratching at the back of my mind. That…maybe, possibly we could, if you wanted to…” You gulped. “Go on a date with me? Like a proper date, just the two of us?” 

Silence hung in the air like a dense cloud, but only for a minute or two before Oswald grinned at you.

“Now doll, I’m supposed to ask you that…” He chuckled. 

“Wait what?” 

He chuckled some more. “I was gonna ask you the very next moment I caught ya, but you beat me to it.”

The knot in your chest unraveled immediately and was replaced by a gulp of air as you gasped in surprise. You were so busy preparing yourself for the worst, you never thought of what to do for the best. 

“Y-You really want to go on a date with me?” You asked, setting your drink down on the table to fully turn around and face him. 

Oswald set his glass beside yours, and replaced it with one of your own hands. “Why are you so surprised, sweetheart? I wanted to take you out the third night in a row I saw you.” 

You were totally elated, smiling, beaming, absolutely over the moon. Oswald smiled warmly at you, pleased with the excited look on your face. He picked up one of your hands and kissed the back of it, along with the knuckles and the skin in between. 

“Now tell me, how do you want ol’ Ozzie to spoil you for the special night?”

[riddle-me-ri]

Headcanons on how each Penguin would react if you asked them on a date?

A/N: oooohhhh this will be interesting, a little sad with a couple ozzie's, but that's trauma for you! I was debating adding tnba penguin, but I felt like it would be similar to arkham/farrell penguin so I let the idea rest. I hope you and other Penguin lovers enjoy!

Asking Various "The Penguin/Oswald Cobblepot" Out on a Date Headcanons:

Arkhamverse Penguin:

He’s extremely flattered. 

If he’s not too preoccupied with his business, he’ll indulge you on a night out. 

This is entirely up to you, but if you want to be more than a fling or arm candy, best to make it known now. 

Oz’s intentions first and foremost is for pleasure. The Iceberg Lounge is employed by a few birds that have spent a night or two with him. Whether it was for a better position or he eagerly sought them out and compensated them for is up for debate. 

He will assume you’re just after the same thing and wouldn’t mind cause he’s getting something out of it too

So unless you’re into that, you better lay a couple ground rules

Reevesverse/Farrell Penguin:

Like Arkham, he’ll be pretty flattered. Even a little impressed at your confidence to ask a guy like him out.

He may make a game out of it, giving you a “maybe” or “we’ll see, sweetheart.” 

If you are persistent enough, he’ll chuckle and finally give in, admired by your tenacity.

He’ll see to it that the two of you have a good time.

Whether if its a night at his club or a dinner at a fine dining restaurant, he’s got it covered.

If he finds himself having a better time than he thought, he would be more than happy to go on a second date with you.

Gotham Penguin:

Really?

But no really, what do you want? It’d be easier to just ask him what you want instead of wasting his time like this…

Oh, y-you’re serious? Why?

Very confused and flustered fellow. 

Once well spoken man, turns into a wee stuttering mess

He probably won’t give a straight answer right away. He still believes most everyone is out to get him, and he’ll think the same of you. 

He’ll tell you he’ll think about it, that’s about as good as you’re going to get until you convince him you genuinely want to be with him. 

Telltale Penguin: 

Extremely amused, he will think it’s absolutely adorable of you.

Will definitely scoff at first, he’s fueled on revenge and doesn’t have time for “dating”

Need ten times the amount of tenacity you needed with Farrell Penguin.

You gotta show this Oz that you’re not pulling his leg or wasting his time.

This means you’re gonna have to lay it on thick, how you admire him, find him inspiring and support his cause.

All of which is true, but it’s the only way to get him to take you seriously.

You’ll know you’ve got the date when he grins at you, chuckling. You think he’s gonna turn you away but the slight blush to his cheeks assure you’ve got a date with him. 

Batman The Animated Series:

He will roll his eyes and actively ignore you.

He doesn’t need to be the butt of another joke for Gotham’s elite to laugh at. 

You’re not part of high society? So, it doesn’t matter, it’s all a joke anyway.

This Oz has been particularly hurt by these kinds of relationships backfiring on him. 

While the others can grin at you and don’t mind entertaining the notion (except for Gotham), this Oswald will be downright cold with you and will turn you down instantly.

He’ll probably hurt your feelings, but that’s because he’s been hurt and burned before.

You’ll have to be patient more than persistent. You’ll have to prove that you do want to be with him, and not for clout or a quick joke. 

It will take time and he will be extremely standoff-ish, but give him time. He’ll smile at you, holding out his hand, and he’ll ask, “so…uh…about that date?” 

And it’ll all be worth it.

[riddle-me-ri]

After reading your latest fic on flirty s/o asking oz out and the holding hands one, i am curious if you have like a background story for how farrell!penguin and s/o met and developed their relationship into the fun flirty kinda friendship

A/N: So initially, I really didn't have a full-fledged backstory on how they met, I just sorta kept it basic like, they're a returning customer and Ozzie appreciated their free and outspoken personality. A lot of people have presumptions about Oswald, therefore don't really go out of their way to approach him (unless it's his other "business") so he appreciates anyone with the gumption to be like "hey, what's up Ozzie?" Just see him as another guy, but respectable about it. After some thinking, I was able to come up with this tiny drabble, and hope this satiated your curiosity!

Trigger Warnings: drinking and strong language

Word Count: 978

Reevesverse/Farrell Penguin x Reader - A Chance Encounter

"I wanna go out…" one of your friends, Alex, bemoaned. "But I wanna go somewhere different!"

"Why fix something that isn't broken?" Another friend of yours piped in named Sam. 

"Because it's old and it's time for a change!" You commented. 

Alex put their index finger to their nose to indicate you had a point. 

"Well, where did you guys have in mind?" You asked.

“What about that club uptown?” Sam asked.

“Nah, I heard the booze there sucks, and one of the managers is a perv.” Alex groaned. 

A moment of silence hung in the air as the three of you started going through a mental catalog of different clubs. 

Until Alex perked up, "why not the Iceberg Lounge?"

"Are you nuts? That place is filled with creeps and drop heads!" Sam argued. 

"But that stuff is underground, the main club is up top and has drinks and awesome music. My co-worker was talking about how much fun she had last weekend. Hell, she even got some!" 

“That’s where literal criminals go to unwind!” Sam insisted. “Even the blue-collared criminals and the two-face politicians!”

“Again, that’s down below, at least…based on my sources…”Alex shrugged meekly. 

“Your sources is your co-worker who probably doesn’t remember the night.” Sam snarked, puting air quotation marks around “sources”.

“Well, I guess it’s just a matter of picking the lesser of two evils…Y/N? Which do you think?” Alex asked looking over towards you. 

You nodded, contemplating. However, you already had a feeling where you’d chose to go. 

~~~~~~

You guys got dressed up in your best outfits and made your way into the Iceberg Lounge. There was quite the line out the door, but the thriving night life that was booming inside made it worth it. For a minute you guys totally forgot about whatever dirty deeds were playing out below you or hell, even near you. 

The drinks were great. The music was electric. Everything was just right. 

Until you found yourself bumping into another body. 

Shit. 

You quickly turned around, already shouting apologies, until you heard a hardy laugh. 

“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart! Never apologize for having a good time!” 

The man had scars along the bottom half of his face. His black sleek hair combed and gelled back. A gold tooth glimmered when the club lights hit it just right. 

No, there’s no way…it couldn’t be…

You smiled back at the man, “I’ll keep that in mind then! Next time hopefully you can join me, Mr…?” You patted his shoulder. 

“Cobblepot. Oswald Cobblepot, but for a cute thing like you, you can call me Ozzie.” 

You attempted to use whatever remained of your confidence you had, before you knew his identity. You weren’t getting tossed out so, surely, you were doing something right.

You giggled. “A fantastic host and a charmer! That’s a deadly combination, Ozzie.” 

Oswald snickered, lighting a cigarette. “Yeah, probably, but it’s good for business.” 

“I’ll say.” You responded. 

“I’ve never seen you in here before, doll. Your first visit?” 

He…he wasn’t walking away? Brushing you off? The hell was in your drink…was it your outfit? 

“I stand out that much, huh?” 

Oswald chuckled, again. “You would actually blend in pretty well, but you’re way too gorgeous in this crowd not to stand out.”

You eyes widened. You expected to get hit on sure, but not be The fucking Penguin. You also couldn’t contain the small blush that started flooding your cheeks, and you weren’t sure you’d be able to play it off on the alcohol. 

“L-Layin’ it on kinda thick, aren’t ya, Ozzie?” 

Oz shrugged. “Just being, honest doll. Enjoy the rest of your night, hope you come and visit again soon.” He winked at you and then walked away. 

Your eyes followed him as he headed back to the upstairs area until he was out of sight. 

“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!” Alex and Sam panted, walking up behind you at a trot. 

“Jesus! What the hell is wrong with you two?” You jumped back, turning to face your friends. 

“Us?! What the hell got into you!” Alex grabbed you by the shoulders and started shaking you, almost comically. “You. Were. Talking. To. The. Penguin.” They punctuated each word with either a push or pull. 

“Please stop, I will probably hurl.” You grabbed their hands and put them back down to their sides.

“What did he say to you? What happened? We were gone for like five minutes!” Sam exclaimed. 

You honestly were so lost in the music, you didn’t even notice they were gone to get drinks. 

You scratched the back of your neck. “I-I was dancing and bumped into him. I apologized and all was forgiven. Just want me to have a good time, he said.” 

Half truth, but they didn’t need to know the weird but natural flirtatious exchange you had. 

“Holy shit…glad you didn’t get your head ripped off. I’ve heard Penguin’s no joke.” Alex bumped your shoulder with theirs. 

Why did you feel like defending him? They shouldn’t make such bold assumptions…even if they were most likely true. 

“Well, I survived! That deserves a drink. Gimme!” You snatched the glass from Sam’s hand, as if actually snatching at a change of conversation.

“Hey, hey! You’re welcome, you whino!” Sam laughed. 

It didn’t take long for you to put the chance encounter on the back burner of your memory. You would think more on it later that night, or it will be the first thing you recall when you wake up the next morning. 

Even as you guys continued to enjoy the night, you couldn’t get over the feeling of being watched. It didn’t creep you out like it usually would, in fact it made you kind of excited. 

Maybe there was a chance of more nightly excursions to the Iceberg Lounge to come.