#HBO penguin

[reynardwrites]

Originally posted after ep 5

You know what. The theme of legacy and reputation and infamy didn't quite get resolved the way I had thought it would, but I'm glad that the Gigante name isn't like. Just Falcone 2.0 anymore.

If Sofia ever gets out, if she takes to using that name again, it won't be her bearing the name of the crime family she rules. It will just be her name, for better or for worse.

also i am absolutely sick and nauseated and disgusted by carmine keeping his wifes room intact. a fucking memorial to a woman who didnt want to be there. trapping her in death in a family she wanted to escape.

[daimiyamoto]

THEO ROSSI

THE PENGUIN Gold Summit

[catnelli]

He deserved better

[reynardwrites]

Oz really just spends the entire fucking show killing every man he could have been.

Jack, the honest, reliable provider and protector

Benny, the sweet, kind, innocent child

Alberto, the brother who never stopped trying for his sibling, no matter how much of a fuck up he was

Taj, the son whose mother loved him so much she held him as he burned alive

Sal, the respected, gentleman gangster with honor and a code

Victor, the true believer in the class solidarity Oz preaches so selfishly

[yanderemystic]

sofia falcone yandere headcanons pretty pls????

— Sofia’s traits: Manipulative, paranoid, possessive.

Sofia has suffered so much. Damaged bits sticking to her skin—biting anyone who deemed too close, except for you. Somehow, you were able to get her collected. Snuck into her heart when she needed someone the most; when trust was given the most, and now she can’t let go of you.

For a potential relationship with her, she uses those around you as a springboard. Everything is terrible all of a sudden; even if everything was great before, you and Sofia became even closer.

Sofia points out every mistreatment. Anything in the past to the current issues. The changes in behavior, canceled dates, and sudden constant avoidance. Sofia reassures you that it isn’t your fault. It’s them. You can’t trust them, at least not anymore. The two of you belong to each other savagely, requiring each other in more ways than them. 

Her favorite thing in the entire world is hearing you talk. Even in a room full of people, she could recognize yours best. When eating out, she hums toward you—acknowledging what you’re saying, but she ends up lost anyway. She enjoys your conversations, even if she isn’t very knowledgeable about the topic. Focusing on how your tongue moves, teeth whistling, and how your voice croons between sentences.

Opening about her past is gut-wrenching—the constant betrayals and the terrifying fear of abandonment scare her. But she works on it for you. Allowing you to visit her therapy sessions, she slowly opens up about her scars and how each one has a thick memory connected to it. Her eyes watch you closely when you touch them, fingers dragging along the rugged edges. She expects pain but gains an addicted love for your soft touch.

She is constantly touching you. Despite her private demeanor, she's very clingy. Constantly having her arm interlocked with yours, keeping you skin-close. Her lips are always chasing yours, droning you in if you are too slow for her liking. Hands interlocked with an iron grasp, and deep hugs that are met with inhaled neck kisses. Her nails endlessly drag against your skin, chuckling when you get goosebumps. 

Loyalty is very important to her. Sofia expects you to keep her updated on your day, change of schedule, or your list of friends. Call her after work and before bed. Tell her all about the dates and what you did during the time she’s gone. If she suspects lies, a sense of breaching trust, she becomes demented.

She hates being violently jealous, but she needs you to realize strangers are parasites. If she senses they are a threat, she acts on it. Despises when people are too close to you, make you smile, or even laugh. The enormity of her possessiveness is dangerous. Sofia will test limits, leaving thick blotches of lipstick to show others, and if that isn’t enough, possibly a dead body will be shown of how crazy she is for you.

But, assuming time will only tell, it’s better to keep her distracted and collected—helping her with the urged warnings. Reassuring her and keeping promises. Nosing the area between your neck and shoulder, relishing your weighted body on top of hers. Your heart is what she craves. The sound of your lub-dub is a lullaby, keeping her very grounded. 

Once embarking as her romantic partner, Sofia will be sleeping with you permanently. Your apartment is now both yours, and sometimes you'll wake up with her beside you; originally going to bed without her. She sticks to your flesh—cold hands interlocking each other around your lower stomach, nails intending your flesh, squeezing when she feels you slightly move. She keeps you in bed with fleeting kisses until you have to absolutely leave.

Sofia adores how you smell. An odd adoration, but she can’t help it. Your smell helps her more than anything. Constantly complimenting you that you smell wonderful, even if you hadn’t showered. She’s not sure why she loves your scent so much, but it’s like an addiction. Your t-shirts, hoodies, even bras are shared—constantly pulling up your shirts, and inhaling. Goosebumps crawling underneath her skin, thrusting her heart faster, and just edging her to near ecstasy. Makes her nerves clench close, and bones go numb. 

So sorry this request came out late, I had some family emergency. Although, I had fun writing this! Requests are still open ♡

[acapelladitty]

out of control

Pairing: Sofia Falcone/Reader

Summary: Sofia claims you as her own and you're more than happy with that.

Sofia Falcone was a woman who knew what she liked. From her fashion to her choice in sycophants, she surrounded herself with things that amused her and caught her attention.

Like you.

It was her boldness that had attracted you in the first place, how easily she slipped behind you as you had danced and how warm her hand felt on the exposed skin of your lower back. A dance had quickly dissolved into a messy fuck in her closest apartment and the month that followed had been littered with quiet events and tasteful gifts that sparkled across your neck and ears.

Sofia Falcone was a woman who knew what she liked and, right now, her determination to drive you through her expensive mattress only served to make that more obvious.

The scent of red wine, your favourite, and whisky, hers, was thick in the air as your ass clung to the edge of the bed and your thighs remained wide open as you made room for the beautiful woman between them.

Wearing nothing but a harness to hold her strap in place, Sofia's skin looked soft under the gentle lighting and her dark eyes were firey as they roved between your face and exposed chest, every thrust of her hips making your tits jiggle and bounce in place.

This strap was one of her favourites.

On the thicker side, the length itself wasn't unmanageable and it allowed her to slam herself deeply without too much discomfort as her warm thighs made flush contact with your own. It was the thickness that was your undoing. Every stroke dragged across your walls and rubbed those wicked parts of yourself that had you panting and mewling for her within minutes, the slight discomfort only serving to make the pleasure all the more sweet.

Sofia adored it as the small ribbed attachment which housed itself within the harness lay across her clit, ensuring that every stroke sparked a hot flash of arousal to build within her own dripping cunt. A rising pleasure that pushed her to be selfish as she chased that high and increased her punishing pace on your poor cunt.

"Not too much is it, baby?"

Her accented voice slightly thickened by her arousal, Sofia squeezed your hip to drag your attention to her flushed face as she dropped her movements to lazy thrusts while she spoke.

"It's good, " you panted out as your hand snatched free of the sheets to run across your forehead and push away some of the hair which had fallen there, "you know it's good."

Her reply was little more than a self-satisfied noise as she flashed her whitened teeth at you in a playful grin. Without warning, her sharp nails dropped from your hip to pinch at your engorged clit and the sensation pulled a raw sound from your throat, the keen of a wounded animal as you thrashed against her hand and wordlessly begged for mercy.

"Such a good girl for me." Sofia muttered, taking pity and releasing your clit to instead score her nails across your outer thigh - igniting a streak of heat that flared across your scratched skin.

She was relentless with the strap. Every punishing thrust deep enough to glance off your cervix as she carefully angled her hips to ensure that every inch of your walls was forced to feel the pressure of her cock stretching you around her.

"Sof-Sofia." The only word that you could manage between whimpers as your fingers clutched at the sheets with open desperation. "Sofia!"

"Yes, baby. I'm here." She replied sweetly, those same punishing nails now stroking gentle shapes across your lower back. "Does my cock make you feel good?"

Your response was wordless, head nodding messily as she pressed her hand to your lower stomach - feeling your muscles shifting as you clench and writhe beneath her snapping hips.

"You're so hungry for me," Sofia continued. "It's why I can't help myself. So needy. So soft. So wet for me."

"Only for- fuck! Only for you."

With a soft chuckle, she fucks you to your first release and you scream into the sheets as your pussy convulses around her strap. She knows the signs and her fingers return to your clit, pushing you quickly past the point of comfort as every nerve in your body feels alight. It's almost painful, how much of the aching need that spasms your walls reacts to her rough touch.

Pressing your head to the side to gasp in thankful lungfuls of air, you meet Sofia's eyes as she tilts her body enough to catch your attention. Her gaze is focused, sharp and lustful as she grins down at you from behind reddened lips and you can't help but match her smile with one of your own.

"Still not full, baby." You tease, pushing back on the strap until it's pressing flush against your cervix. "You up for more before it's my turn?"

She laughs at that, a light yet throaty noise, and her response is answered in a soft slap which glances off your ass and let's you know in an instant that she's not finished with you yet.

[madam-o]

Sofia Falcone, episode 1:

"I've been rehabilitated."

Everything covered and neat as a pin, hair up. Conservative and respectable in white.

Sofia Falcone, episode 5:

"I gassed the Family. I killed them all."

Wild, animal-like, open, free. Scars proudly on display. Sexy and terrifying in black.

The costume department for this show NEEDS to be recognized for their impeccable work here. It's brilliant.

[magic-glasses]

I can’t say ANYTHING or else the haters will sabotage me

[marvelsgirl616]

i love her sm.

[redravenblogs]

How are we coping without a new episode, Penguin fam?

[girl-drink-drunk]

okay, i have had a moment to process this and honestly if sal was gonna die (i figured he would but i dreamt), then yes, i like that he just had a heart attack. considering he's been going through a lot of stress, and this was a brutal fight, it makes sense. but also, in that way, no one really killed sal, and oz knows it, that's why he got so pissed. he just lasted longer than sal, and that's no real victory, not like killing him would've been

[book--wyrm]

Also I am going to throw up over the way Francis talks to Oz before his brothers die.

All those kinda fucked up encouragements she gives him in the modern day to push him to be the worst, toughest person he can be—"my big strong bull of a boy"—we see now how they started so innocent. Genuinely just a mother trying to encourage her disabled son to see himself as more than his bum leg, to make him feel good about himself, to keep him from feeling lesser.

And then Oz breaks her. And then she breaks him in turn, twisting those affirmations into a demand. He's her big strong boy, her provider, her protector, so why the fuck can't he give her the life she deserves?

[99orphans]

all y'all lustin' after Sofia need to calm down because literally

[catnelli]

@mojitophobic perfectly captures Oz in their drawings and I'm happy to see he compels others🫰

[reynardwrites]

I....

His hands...

I think I'm actually going to be sick

Oz is never beating the Carmine 2.0 allegations

[yanderemystic]

⋆˚࿔ৎ⪩ Yandere Oswald Cobb Headcanons

— Oswalds traits: Manipulative, clingy, impulsive.

Oswald is pretty clear with his intentions. If he wants it, regardless of the so-called value, he’s going to get it somehow and someway. That comes with the same price as you.

Impression is always his go-to. With that and his high interest, these two combined can become quite a mess. He tries greatly to reel you in with his wooing—using every romantic strategy he knows from his heart to get your attention. He goes all the way to town, like gifting you very expensive items to hint that he can care for you. Giving you a few thousand when dropping you off at your apartment, or even offering to pay for it.

His favorite thing is taking you out to nice restaurants in Gotham, showing you off with your gleaming outfits that he’s gifted you himself. He’s a known gentleman, always putting your necklaces or rings on–even earrings if you want him to. Everything you could want is gifted from him.

Apologetically pushy. From the moment he’s met you, he's always wanted to be in your personal space. Calling you constantly. Always finding excuses to visit your apartment, even at late nights, showing up with takeout and shoving himself through the door before you can fully open it; that glimmering smirk of his, as he rambles and calls you his sweet doll.

Oz doesn’t mean too, truly, but he’s gotta know every detail in your life—admiring those picture frames you have, to the specific color you use, maybe makeup or even your own bedroom which you have decorated to express what you like. Maybe, if he finds a diary, if he is lucky enough, he knows damn well it’s coming with him. He can always say he found it. Pretended to never read it, right?

Your parents will most definitely approve of him. It’s a dream come true, a gentleman in this century? What a lucky dream. Though, if your relationship isn’t as strong as between him and his ma, he’s always willing to share her with you. Share sweet memories, even.

With each piece of newfound information with you, he really begins to get nosy with you. He doesn’t mean to press his nose into where it doesn’t belong, but he has to know what you are doing. To know what restaurant you are at with some friends, what times you get home, who you were hanging out with, and when you left. If you hide something from him, he will know about it.

A worry freak. If you don’t message him back within a few hours, he begins to panic. Watches your conversations like a hawk, waiting for the bubble to rise. If he doesn’t see it, he rushes to your apartment like a mad man. When all is good, and you are fine, he gets irritated—why can’t you just message him back with ‘i love you too’?

He makes it clear that he is obsessed with you—his hands keep near you like second skin. If you decide to go with him to the club, or to a nice place where there are a lot of people, he’d love for you to sit on his lap. A hand on your waist, squeezing every once a while. His pinky accidentally swiping over your thigh. His lips chasing down your shoulders, kissing your revealed skin.

I had such fun writing this. Please enjoy it as much as I did! Requests are open so please come and send em in •‿• !!