Worthless Fag Dyke

It was painfully clear to you what Oswald wanted, what he needed, more than anything else he had been striving for. Control, power, revenge. These were all complicated and admittedly morally ambiguous goals. Ones he might never properly be able to achieve. But they weren't ever going to fix him.

His parents, his friendships, they were filled with disappointment. Conditional affection and loyalty, missing emotions, a sense of dependency, of patronising power play.

What Oswald needed was affection. Unconditional love, praise, and relief from the stress he had burdened himself with. And you could give him it all.

Pushing past that first awkard moment, where his body tensed and went completely still the moment your hand made contact with his thigh, you had managed to get him to ease up a little with gentle strokes, soft kisses, and breathy, sultry sighs that seemed to relax him.

He'd gone so long with no gentle caresses, no pats on the back, no warm and comforting or congratulatory hugs. So you took it slow, guiding him into the world of phsyical touch step by step. Until you had him bucking his hips up at you, wanting more, skin to skin. So touch-starved that when you wrapped your hand around his cock his entire body twitched and trembled as he whimpered.

It was alien to him, being touched by someone else. He'd refused to allow anyone to get close to him, unfamiliar with how to do that anyway. But it made sense to him with you.

"Is this ok, Ozzie?"

"It's... it's good... feels nice... it feels right, love."

Yes men were fine in business, but having someone who would tell him exactly what he wanted to hear while they coaxed an orgasm out of his desperate, keening body was a whole other level of satisfaction, and he could feel all desire for anything other than a release of pleasure at your touch dissipating as you ever so softly spoke to him.

listen, he's lost enough, and you think it's acceptable for him to lose someone else now?

you'll regret that, and yes in case you were wondering, that's a threat

i mean look at him, first of all! or... could he change?

is it the hair? or his style? he can try a round neck t-shirt instead of a v-neck!

and aren't you attracted to his accent? because if you're not he can change it, probably... give him time to try!

or uh... maybe he could quit doing... crime? would that make things better? or do more crime?

seriously, just tell him hat he needs to do and he'll do it

anything would be better than losing you

he's not as confident as he thought hm? it's a bit of a pathetic display, but it's understandable

so many people in his life have come and gone, friends, family, none of them meant as much as you did

so losing you is unimaginable, and has the potential to send him into a hugely dangerous spiral

full scorched earth

if he can't have you, no one can. and they can't have anything else either, so say goodbye to gotham

money, fame, finally getting his revenge on the Waynes

none of it matters if he doesn't have you by his side

and he hates to sound... manipulative

but do you really want to be responsible for the destruction of the world just because you won't take him back?

on the surface you would think that oswald cobblepot is a selfish man

which he definitely is. ruthlessly selfish in fact

selfish to the point of destroying relationships and lives all for his own gain

so you'd be forgiven for thinking that extends to his intimate relationships also, and to sex in general

and to be fair, when he's on the receiving end, that's pretty true

especially when it comes to oral sex

he can be pretty rough, or harsh, when he has his dick in your mouth

something about it inspires the most masculine feelings, it brings out his chauvanism

makes you feel like an object, something he's using for his own benefit and will discard momentarily after getting what he wants

he's a fan of choking you with his cock, of hearing you gasp, seeing your eyes water

and he loves correcting you, or providing you constructive criticism as he puts it

"breath in through your nose, sweetheart"

"easy with the teeth love, this is supposed to be enjoyable"

"you can do better than that, where's your enthusiasm"

there's very little praise involved

it's an exercise in ego-stroking

where his dominant status is reinforced by a semblance of cruelty, pulling your hair, making you gag, and watching tears fall down your cheeks as you swallow his load completely

but he's a completely different person when offering you his talents

he's gentle, considerate, good at pacing himself

he takes it slow at first, makes sure that you're eased into the feelings of pleasure

intent on spending as much time as you need to get you to your climax

and he's attentive too, very focused

the only time his lips are ever apart from you are to shower you with praise

"you taste like a bang-up meal, babe"

"you can use me if you want, darling"

"i love being responsible for them sounds"

he can get off to pleasing you alone, it would seem, and he sometimes does

spilling himself into the front of his pants, onto your thighs, anywhere

cumming hands-free from the feeling of pride in being able to make you cum

which proves that no good deed is entirely selfless