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Songbird

Liza's HOT, okay? Sorry if i don't write her well I don't know the character well enough...

Warning: Smut, blowjobs, Heterosexual sex. Y'know, ugh...

This is probably gonna be my ONLY time writing OswaldxLiza content. It's also a vampire fic of sorts, so, yeah...

Oswald walks into what used to be Fish Mooney's club, and is now his. His club. Oswald's...

He looks up at the stage, knowing full-well that the beautiful little songbird Liza James would never sing on that stage ever again. Because she was murdered.

He walks onto the stage and grasps the microphone in his hand, sighing as he remembers seeing Liza on stage singing. He remembers her beautiful, smooth voice singing what happened to be one of his favorite songs.

Wake up alone...

"I swear, Liza. Your death will not go unpunished. Falcone, Maroni, and Fish will all die slow, excruciatingly painful, agonizing deaths by my hand. I swear, my little songbird... I'll kill them because I loved you." Oswald whispers softly, clutching the microphone in his shaking hand with white knuckles.

"Could've told me that sooner." A familiar female voice says warmly. Oswald looks up quickly and gasps.

"Liza?! I saw you die, how?..." Oswald says in disbelief and shock.

Liza walks slowly towards Oswald onto the stage, her heels clicking against the cool hardwood floors.

"You know I'm special, baby. It's like...a gift." She says warmly, her voice dark and seductive. "Remember what we did on this stage?" She says darkly, her heels clicking on the cool black tiles of the stage. She's less than three feet away from Oswald now.

"Well..." Oswald says quietly, blushing bright pink.

"Shh... don't be so embarrassed, birdy. Nothing wrong with it. We're both adults." She says, walking closer and tipping his chin up, forcing him to look at her.

"I missed you." Is all Oswald can manage to say, hypnotized by her beautiful eyes.

"Unzip your pants and take it out." She demands. He quickly complies, his pants unbearably tight. His hard cock springs free and Liza falls to her knees, going straight to blowing him. He clutches the microphone stand to keep his balance. He hadn't felt her beautifully hot, sweet little mouth in so long...

"Oh fuck... Liz--Liza...oh..." Oswald pants. She's fully deepthroating with a lot of tongue.

"Oh, God! Yes! Yes!" Oswald moans, knees nearly giving out underneath him as he quickly approaches his climax.

"I'm gonna...c-cum." he warns weakly. He groans loudly, practically screaming as he shoots his cum into her mouth and down her throat. She swallows and pulls his softening member out of her mouth. He falls to his knees, exhausted from the vigorous blowjob. She stands and slips her red silk dress off of her perfect, gorgeous, sexy body. She's wearing a sexy black lacy push-up bra and lacy, skimpy thong underneath. Oswald's green eyes light up with recognition. This was the same lingerie she wore the night of their first...time.

"I missed you. I haven't...felt you in so long. I must admit...old man Falcone could never be enough. Mostly because he can't hardly ever get it up anymore. Him killing me was a blessing in disguise, because now I don't have to be his little sex doll anymore. I'm free." Liza says, kneeling in front of Oswald and undoing his tie. She quickly takes off his jacket, shirt, pants, and shoes. She pulls his briefs off and takes his half-hard dick in her mouth again. He closes his eyes and groans softly bucking his hips up.

"Liza." He mutters, eyelids fluttering.

She pulls away and slips her thong off, revealing her profressional bikini wax. She straddles him and he feverishly works to undo her bra. He undoes the last clasp of her bra and her beautiful, round breasts are freed from the bra that held them back. He takes one in his hand she throws her head back, thrusting her breast into his hand. She reaches behind her and grasps his rock-hard member, impaling herself on it with a cry of pleasure. Oswald closes his eyes and sighs in pleasure, letting his hand rest on her hip. She rises up and down quickly, moaning breathlessly as the pleasure courses through her beautiful body.

"I'm close... Ozzie, I'm close! I'm coming!" She cries, thrashing up and down on top of him. She cries out and clenches around his hard cock as she climaxes, waves of indescribable pleasure coursing through her. He follows close behind, crushing her to him and emptying himself into her.

They lay on the stage for several minutes, basking in the afterglow of the fuck.

But the peaceful silence is shattered by the doors slamming open. Oswald panics and pulls Liza off of him. Liza stands up, naked as a jaybird, on the stage. Oswald stands too, hands up in surrender.

"HAHA! Look at you! Little Oswald Cobblepot... caught with his pants off. With Liza James." Maroni says, smiling the whole time.

"You didn't do it on my stage, did you?" Fish says in annoyance, disappointment thick in her lovely voice.

"I didn't get anything on the stage, I swear. It's all in her, really!" Oswald says in a panic, pointing at Liza. Liza rolls her eyes and crosses her arms.

"Liza...I thought you were dead. No, I know you were dead. Because I killed you myself." Falcone says quietly, walking in beside Fish and Maroni.

"There's something you don't know about me" Liza says darkly, glaring at Falcone. "I was already dead when you killed me." She hisses, lunging at them. It's all a hazy blur. Fish, Maroni, and Falcone drop to the floor, pale as a ghost and lifeless. Liza stands before the dead bodies, blood staining her porcelain skin. Oswald stares in shock as he takes in the scene.

"What are you?" He says quietly in horror.

"I'm amazing, baby."