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Aminal 2022 riddlebird,,
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"When I was a kid, there was a gangster - a real old school type. Rex Calabrese. He was a big deal. He helped people. If he saw you on the street, he'd call out to you. When I'm fourteen or somethin', he has a heart attack and dies, still holdin' a cigar. In my neighborhood, they throw a parade in his honor. A friggin' parade! And it wasn't fancy, but it was the gesture. The show of love...of what he meant. Can you imagine, to be remembered like that?" - THE PENGUIN FALL 2024
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humanhugh · 1 month
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I need to repeat, what's the chemistry between them? (A really complicated relationship)
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riddlertrophy · 1 month
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new oz new oz new oz
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odsilu · 5 days
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He’s cute 💕
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finniestoncrane · 1 year
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acapelladitty · 4 months
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Oswald Cobblepot/Reader - Teasing 💖🐧
Summary: A commission for the absolutely lovely @nygmanotnashton in which Oswald Cobblepot finds himself on the receiving end of some fun teasing.
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A surprisingly warm late afternoon had forced a full retreat to Ozzie's office as it was one of the few areas within the Iceberg Lounge to possess enough tasteful luxuries to make the suspicious heat seem bearable.
As always, Ozzie had immediately taken up residence in his favourite chair, more of a throne really, while you settled yourself comfortably against the solid oak desk, perched with your legs hanging off the side to block the stack of drawers which were built-in to the furniture.
Ozzie's thick fingers move with surprising dexterity as he taps away on his phone with a casual pace. A soft silence hangs in the air as you split your attention between your hanging legs, bouncing off the small brass handles of each drawer, and the uncomfortable way in which your shirt is clinging to your sweat-slicked back. The evening plans were long set and a gentle rumble in your stomach sparked a fresh excitement for the restaurant which Ozzie had booked for you both.
An Italian with a four month advance in bookings.
Well, four months to anyone who wasn’t Oswald Cobblepot and his plus one.
"You're quiet." Ozzie mutters, catching your attention with a quick nudge of your leg.
Looking up, you met his gaze and the questioning look there forces a small smile to tug at your lips as you pick up on his unspoken concern.
"I'm just thinking, Oz." You answer, tapping the heel of your foot against the wood. "Nothing too fun or exciting."
"What would it take to make my pretty bird sing then?" He hummed in response, running his finger along your clothed knee until his palm enclosed the joint to rub at it gently. "A new foreign car? Some expensive trinkets? Or should I say, more expensive trinkets? How about a full inch?"
"Only an inch?" You cut in quickly while your body shifts, ghosting your shoe along the bulge in his slacks as you tease him with a sudden playfulness. "Now i’m worried. What happened to the rest of it?"
Ozzie’s laughter is easy and open, his large chest shaking with the effort as he fixes you with a heated glance.
"Keep your foot there and you'll be seeing it sooner than you think, dear."
He leans forward and makes to reach for the drawers which are hidden behind your legs. Sensing another opportunity for some fun, you spread your legs for him to reach between, rather than moving them off to the side. A salacious move which nets you another small chuckle as he presses his knuckles to the inside of your thigh before pulling free the middle drawer.
Unable to see what he's doing, you instead allow your eyes to wander past him to the extravagant fish tank which sits behind his desk. Fish of many colours and sizes flutter around the water with the casualness of creatures that know they're well fed and taken care of.
A feeling you know well, and one which makes a goofy smile tug at your mouth as you drop your eyes to Ozzie once more and lean forward enough to run a gentle finger along the back of his exposed neck.
"You're trying to kill me today." He growls, shuddering at the soft touch. His neck had always been particularly sensitive, and you exploited that fact with unrivalled joy.
Leaning back, his thick body filling his chair like the king he were, thick fingers produced a stack of crisp, neat bills which were wrapped together by a straining rubber band; the heft of the bills easily sitting at over an inch wide as he quickly thumbed through the money to ensure it was all there.
"Would this be enough?" A teasing smile touched at Ozzie's thin lips, the edges curling upwards as he held the stack of money out.
"Hmm," you pretend to think it over for dramatic effect, "I could probably buy something nice to wear out for dinner and then something even nicer for you to rip off after."
Reaching for the money, you find it snatched away in an instant.
"Hey-"
"Nothing for nothing, my darling."
"Ozzie, please. You don't have to-"
"Nothing for nothing." He repeats, the words gruff yet bordering on a sing-song quality as he reclines in his chair even further.
Grumbling playfully as you were forced from your comfortable perch, you join him on his chair - carefully placing your knees on either side of his bulging frame as you lean gently against his expansive chest.
Catching his lips in your own, he tastes of red wine and you groan into his mouth as he reacts to you immediately; wrapping an arm around your waist to hold you in place as he enjoys the messy kiss. His presence envelops you and you bite at his lower lip until you pull away to catch your breath a little.
"Maybe I should treat you to something nice. I think the King of Gotham deserves a little something for being so kind and generous to a poor little waif like me."
"Poor little waif." He repeats with a squawking guffaw. "You're too cruel for such a title. Besides, don't waste my money on me. Treat yourself and show the world that Oswald Cobbelpot knows how to keep his little bird sweet."
Dropping your hand to his crotch, you roughly cup at the heft of his bulge through his slacks.
"I wasn't talking about money." You growl into his ear and a satisfying delight washes through your overheated body as he visibly shivers in response to your unspoken promise of a much more physical treat later in the evening
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crazyeeeeeee · 2 months
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sibgesh · 6 months
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ozziekrak · 1 year
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uwu
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alpacinosgf · 1 year
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Colin Farrell as Oz Cobblepot in The Penguin (2024)
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aliceodell42 · 1 month
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First set of Batman redesigns!!
These are my designs! Please do not repost or claim as your own. If you wanna cosplay any, just ask :]
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riddlertrophy · 5 months
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new oz from a max promo <3
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