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samantha-rae-velcher · 6 months

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Master List Pt. 2

YouTubers

Swaggersouls

Streamers Dream - smut

Markiplier

Games of the many - smut

Joysticks and pushing buttons - smut

Sticks and stones - smut

That one look - smut

The punishment unforgotten - Violence/smut

A need for it and her - smut

The stress is real - fluff

"Im sorry, honey" - fluff

Roomies or More? (Egos) - smut

Yancy NSFW alphabet - smut

Love mistaken for hate (Wilford Warfstache) - fluff

Don't fear the reaper (Darkiplier) - smut

Dark lust (Darkiplier) - smut

Static (Darkiplier) - smut

Warp core breech Pt.1 (ISWM) - fluff

Warp core breech Pt.2 (ISWM) - fluff

Seeing Stars (ISWM) - fluff

Jacksepticeye

Blue tint and cold tiles - smut

Marvel

Me and the Devil walking side by side (Daredevil) - fluff

Sorcerer Supreme (Doctor Strange) - smut

More like Einstein (Tony Stark) - smut

Two tons of iron (Tony Stark) - smut

Green-ish (Bruce Banner) - smut

Tender Touch (Scott Lang) - smut

The speed of light (Pietro Maximoff) - fluff

Courts of Green Pt.1 (Bucky Barnes) - fluff

Courts of Green Pt.2 (Bucky Barnes) - fluff

Courts of Green Pt.3 (Bucky Barnes) - Violence/ fluff

Feathers and Swords (Clint Barton) - smut

Hawks gold (Clint Barton) - fluff

As beautiful as an angel (Yondu Udonta) - fluff

Fear makes love (Ronan the accuser) - smut

Sharp as steel (Wolverine) - smut

Blades that steel the heart (Wolverine) - fluff

Obviously not that obvious (Drax the Destroyer) - smut

Tattoo Buddies (Chato Santana) - fluff

Soldier Boy (Rick Flag) - smut

Slice and dice (Captain boomerang) - smut

Scars and stripes (BOP Victor Zsasz) - smut

TWD

Guns of blazing love (Aaron) - smut

Maybe evil Maybe not But just about (Shane) - smut

Barbed Wire Pt.1 (Negan) - smut

Barbed Wire Pt.2 (Negan) - Smut

Barbed Wire Pt.3 (Negan) - Violence/fluff

Barbed Wire Pt.4 (Negan) - Violence/fluff

Barbed Wire Pt.5 (Negan) - smut

Barbed Wire Pt.6 (Negan) - Violence/fluff

Barbed Wire Pt.7 (Negan) - Violence/fluff

Barbed Wire Pt.8 (Negan) - fluff

Star Wars

The light within (Qui Gon Jinn) - fluff

The force of two (Qui Gon Jinn) - fluff

The force binds all (Obi Wan Kenobi) - smut

The intimidating side of things (Boba Fett) - smut

Orders (Poe Dameron) - angst/ fluff

Black ink (Darth Maul) - smut

The Witcher

How The Witcher men react when you cry - fluff

Bard and Bells (Jaskier) - fluff

Gotham

Gotham Villains teaching s/o to shoot a gun

Gotham Villains when s/o doesn't answer the phone

How Gotham Villains react to their s/o getting shot

Sexting with Oswald Cobblepot - smut

Gotham's King and Queen (Oswald Cobblepot) - angst

I will kill you (Oswald Cobblepot) - fluff

Emperor Penguin (Oswald Cobblepot) - smut

Smoking Roses Pt.1 (Victor Zsasz) - smut

Smoking Roses Pt.2 (Victor Zsasz)- smut

Tainted Riddle (Ed Nygma) - fluff

What am I? (Ed Nygma) - fluff/Violence

Five-O (Jim Gordon) - smut

Stalked (Jeremiah Valeska) - Violence/fluff

Fantastic Beasts

Blue fire and silver smoke (Gellert Grindelwald) - fluff

Heaven without fear (Credence Barebone) - smut

Boardwalk Empire

Gentleman with a dark side (Arnold Rothstein) - smut

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vaporwavebeach-writes · 6 months

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Kinktober Day 13 (Heartbeat)

Victor Zsasz x Reader

(695 Words)

Summary: after some rough fucking, you listen to Victor’s heart

Warnings/Tags: 18+, gender neutral reader, some real rough sex in the beginning, scratches, bite marks, aftercare, cuddling, heartbeats (duh), fluff (finally!!!)

Notes: man, I love him SO MUCH I didn’t really know how to fit in the prompt for this one, but I think I may have pulled it off, enjoy the fic!!!!

You feel your arms starting to give out, flopping onto the bed exhaustedly. Your knees dig into the mattress, back arched as Victor pounds into you ferociously. You let out an impassioned whine, feeling his cock hit what felt like the deepest parts of you.

“Oh god,” you gasp, “Victor, I-I think I’m, fuck, I’m so fucking close.”

Continuing to thrust into you roughly, Victor’s eyes study your back. It was completely red. Scratch marks, raking up and down. Glancing up to your shoulders and the nape of your neck, he spies the several bite marks that were left in his wake- some already starting to bruise. He groans carnally, satisfied of leaving his mark on you.

“Fucking do it, babe,” he grunts, gripping at your hips, continuing to piston himself within you. “You’ve earned it, plus, I’m close too.”

You grip at the sheets, feeling yourself become practically spineless as you come violently, sobbing out in pleasure through your orgasm.

Victor isn’t much farther behind you. As he pulls out of you, You hear a guttural groan erupt from his throat. You shudder, feeling his cum shoot onto your lower back in thick ropes as he finishes himself off.

You lay on your arms, exhausted, fucked out, and sated, heart racing. You feel a warm, dampened towel over the spot where Victor spilled himself all over you, cleaning you up.

“Thank you,” you sigh out, blissfully.

“Don’t mention it, sweetheart.” He replies, his hand gently ruffling your hair. You feel his hands move between your torso as he gathers you to his chest. Victor presses a soft kiss to your jaw, moving down to your neck to kiss over the fresh bruises. He moves back up, giving you several small pecks on the lips. “How ya feeling?”

“Great,” you answer back, giddiness fluttering within your stomach. Your legs begin to shake from holding yourself up. “Just a little exhausted though, you did just fuck the ever-loving shit out of me you know,” you giggle.

Victor lets out a low, playful chuckle as his hands smooth down your arms. “We can lay down here for a little bit if you want to.”

You turn to him, his deep brown eyes gazing into yours, tenderly. “You know what? I think I’d like that.”

With a gentle pull, you found yourself laying on top of Victor. He wraps his arms around you in a firm embrace, keeping you flush against him. Your head lays on his tally-mark scarred chest, feeling it rise and fall with every breath he took. Despite the fact that Victor Zsasz has the reputation of being one of the most skilled hitmen in Gotham- someone who could easily take a life at a moment’s notice, this was a comfortable position to be in. You feel safe with him.

Cuddling yourself into him more, you can hear his heartbeat through his chest. After a while, you feel your breathing patterns start to match with his. You could’ve sworn at some point you heard his heart skip a beat.

“Your heart is beating so fast,” you note, grinning softly.

“Yeah,” he sighs, looking down at you on his chest. He runs a hand, smoothing down your back, making you melt into him. “It tends to do that when you’re with the people you care about.”

You feel a blush spread rapidly across your cheeks. It’s almost like you can feel your heart start to beat quicker, as you feel the ever growing warmth that starts to flourish in between the both of you. For him to say that in such a casual manner was enough to make your heart flutter.

“Keep talking like that, and I don’t think I’m ever gonna want to get up from this spot with you,” you chuckle.

Victor gazes at you with his signature grin. A grin that signaled mischief. His eyes though, were different. They didn’t hold the rascality as his grin, but rather, something softer. As he pulls the covers over the both of you, the warm feeling envelops you in a wave of euphoria. He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. “I can live with that.”

#kinktober #kinktober 2023 #victor zsasz x reader #victor zsasz x you #victor zsasz imagine #victor zsasz smut #gotham x reader #gotham imagine #gotham smut #batman rogues x reader #mia writes gotham!!!#mia writes batman!!!

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lunar-knight84 · 9 months

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LITTLE BIRDIE

Victor Zsasz (BOP) x (18+)Afab reader

Summary: your an informant for the gotham police and your mission was to catch the attention of Roman Sionis but instead it seems you have caught the attention of his right hand man

Warning/stuff inside: Smut, public sex (it's in a bathroom), P in v action, fingering F receiving, kind of rough/dark sex, a bit of knife play, pet name (dolly, birdie, ect), OOC ( i'm sorry i tired), reader is kind of weird (i wrote this around 1:30 in the morning after a long day im so so sorry y'all), Roman is mentioned in this, kind of noncon at first but the reader gets into it, nipple play,calling Victor daddy, orgasm denial , choking,unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), he cums inside you,no after care, some praise, and not proof read

N/A: This is my first time writing smut so please be nice! I know I'm a bit off my rocker for writing about Mr Zsasz but I watched Bird of prey while I was knitting and I swear I felt a tear go down my leg. I hope you enjoy thi story and feel free to write a comment! Also minors DNI this story is 18+ thank you!

You entered the black mask club wearing a very revealing outfit that you were sure would catch the attention of the very dangerous Roman Sionis. You walked around and surveyed the room seeing who were henchmen and who were here just to have fun. You finally made it to the bar and ordered a drink. Your eyes on the other hand had found Roman sitting in a booth with a few girls and his right hand man. You thought for a moment what romans right hand man name was but the thought slipped your mind as you saw Roman flicker his hand at the right hand man.. You watched as Roman continued to flirt with the girls at his booth while his right hand made his way to the bar. You immediately averted your eyes from Roman as you saw that the henchman stood next to you and ordered a few drinks. ¨here you go Mr Zsasz¨ the bartender says as he passes a few drinks to the henchman who you now know goes by Mr Zsasz. you stir your drinks hoping that Mr Zsasz would leave soon so that you could make your move on Roman but as you say him turn to leave he stops in his tracks but soon walks off to Roman. You couldn't help but let your eyes follow Mr Zsasz you saw he had a bunch of cuts and you definitely knew who he was now and fear creeped into you a bit along with a strange pleasurable fire lit in between your legs. You take a long sip of your drink, yeah of course you noticed that Mr Zsasz was attractive but now that your memory was kicking in of what some of your police pals have said about this man only made your feelings more conflicted. After nursing your drink a bit more you finally made your way towards Roman. You sat in the booth with Roman for a while flirting and chatting him up all while feeling the eyes of Mr Zsasz on you. After almost two hours of chatting and flirting Roman decided he had enough of you and took another poor girl to his penthouse. You breathe out a sigh of relief, happy that you werent gonna have to do the dirty with Roman to get the information you needed. This night wasn't as complete a loss though you did get some information that may be vital to the police so you were kind of glad. While you were heading on your way to the bathroom to make a call someone grabbed you by the waist and held a knife to your throat, pulling you into the mens bathroom. You tried to scream but your mouth was covered and soon you felt the coolness of the blade against your neck which immediately made you go still. You felt a breath by the shell of your right ear and soon words came ¨hi little birdie~ i saw you at the bar then with the boss~¨. You gulped as you felt the knife dig a bit deeper in your throat, you immediately knew who had you in their hold. ¨H-hi Mr Zsasz…¨ you let out a shallow whisper as you felt heat travel up to your cheeks. ¨don't be so formally doll , call me victor¨ he says as you feel his hand slowly move under your shirt. You let out a small whimper at his rough hand slowly touching your skin. You were confused, a warm fire ignited in your core when you felt his touch and yet the knife against your neck was only adding to the flame. Victor chuckles against your ear ¨such a pretty birdie~ such a shame the boss didn't take a liking to you…i sure did¨ victor says as he gently strokes the dull side of the knife against your collarbone and down to the top of your outfit. Without warning he immediately rips your outfit open to reveal your bra. You whimper as you go to cover yourself but Victor grabs your arm and pulls them back against his chest as he grinds his pelvis against your ass. ¨you see what you did to me little birdie?~don't move again or i'll cut you~¨ he says with a smirk as you gasp as you feel his drag the blade gently down to your breasts as he cuts your bra letting your chest become bare. ¨please victor…¨ you say flustered as heat travels again to your cheeks and ears in embarrassment and a strange excitement. Victor just smiles as he immediately puts down the knife as spins you around. You finally see Victor's face clearly as you see him give a toothy grin before smashing his lips against you greedily.

You let out a surprised gasp as your lips connect. The kiss is rough and greedy as he forces you to let his tongue in his mouth. You couldn’t help but let out a tiny moan when you felt his tongue dancing with yours. He still had your arms behind your back in a tight grip but soon he let them good and grabbed your hips, pressing himself into you more. With your now free hands you, you had a chance. You had a chance to escape and head to the police station or stay here with Victor and see where this night goes with him. In your head you said fuck it as you stopped kissing Victor and move to sit on the bathroom counter. “Please come play with me….” You say gently as you pull Victor towards you again. “Of course I’ll play with you with you little birdie~” victory grins as his hand immediately goes to your chest, squeezing and playing with your nipples. While his mouth attacks your throat leaving bite marks and hickeys which only added to your pleasurable heating in your tummy. You let out small moans as you move your hands into his hair. “Victor..” you say in a soft pleasurable whimper as he moves down to kiss your collarbone, leaving marks wherever his lips touch. “You have such pretty tits birdie~” Victor says, teasing you as he pinches both of your nipples. He leaves a few kisses on your chest and soon his teasing tone changes to something much colder. “Take the rest of your clothes off now” he says demandingly while beginning to take off his belt. You quickly take off the rest of your already tore up dress along with your panties. leaving you fully nude now. Victor let out a low growl seeing you completely nude as his hand down your curves. “Beautiful birdie~…” Victor says as his hand cups your sex. You let out a surprise gasp when he put a finger in you. “Moan for me little birdie~…” he says with an evil grin as he begins to rub your clit while adding another finger. “So tight and I only have two fingers in ... .your gonna be fun to play with little dolly~” you continue to moan his words only adding more to the immense pleasure you feel with his fingers. Victor kisses your lips while fingering you and rubbing your clit. Soon you feel yourself getting closer and closer to orgasm just by his two fingers. Victor feels you tighten around his fingers and he smirks. As he stops his movement and looks at you, lifting up your chin to meet his eyes. “Does the little birdie want to cum on daddy’s fingers?~” he says, teasing your clit by gently ghosting over it with his finger. You nod hurriedly “please!!” You say crying out as you feel your orgasm fading as you buck yourself impatiently against his finger hoping to get some friction. Victor frowns and tuts “good birdies only cum when they wait for it ....I guess the only way your cumming is on my cock…” he says his mischievous toothy grin. You cry out in frustration as Victor fiips you over and bends you over the counter. He takes his cock out and rubs it against your folds. You whine out “please…fuck me…” victor chuckles “please fuck me daddy?…” he says while slapping your ass. You shiver and let out a mewl as he slaps your ass and repeat his words “please fuck me daddy!” You Lean back against his cock trying to get some more friction. Victor chuckles holding your hips tightly they would for sure leave bruises on your hips. He whispers “don’t move little birdie~…” he says as you feel the coolness of the knife against your back. He slowly drags the dull side of the blade down your back. This only causes you to shiver a bit as you feel the blade against your bare back. “Good birdie…now time for a reward..” he says as he slowly starts to put his cock inside. You moan out feeling the delicious burn of the stretch his cock gives you. Victor lifts you up against his chest as you get adjusted to his cock. “Ready little birdie~” he coos, mocking you as he begins to thrust at a quick pace. You begin to moan out while he fucks you at this pace. One of his hands goes up to your breast and pinches and teases your nipples .

All you can hear is your babbling voice, the occasional grunt ,and growl from Victor,and skin slapping. Your head's so cloudy and full of pleasure you barely register the hand that made it to your throat currently cutting off some of your oxygen. You gasp out as Victor picks up his pace. You feel yourself getting closer and closer to cumming. Victor feels you clenching down on his cock and he smiles as he himself is close to finishing as well. He slows his pace which has to whining, not wanting this organism which is so so close to be taken away. before Victor can speak you cut him off with pleads “daddy! Please let me cum please please!” You say begging for your release. “Good little birdie..” victor says as he picks up his pace once moving and moving his hand away from your throat down to your puff clit. As soon as Victor starts doing messy circles on your clit you feel yourself cumming hard on his cock. Victor moans out as he cums deep inside you, pumping you full of his seed as your legs shake and your mouth is in a silent O. You pant as you feel your body come back down to earth. Victor is panting as well and he leans against you as his cock is still deep inside you. He slowly pulls out as he smirks and puts your panties back on. “Keep this pretty thing full of my cum for me little birdie~” he says as he taps your sex one last time before giving you his jacket and exiting the bathroom.you stand there with shaky legs as you feel his cum dripping out of you. Humiliation begins to flow through your veins as you realize you're still gonna have to report to the police. You sigh as you look at your chest and see the marks Victor left on you. You smile knowing you were gonna think of this night for a very long time<3

#x reader #victor zsasz x reader #dc x reader #Birds of prey x reader #Mr Zsasz x reader #chris messina x reader #x reader smut #Victor Zsasz x you #birds of prey x you

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gothamitelove · 1 year

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omg haiii! im back :3!! could i request Victor Zsasz with reader who is just as skilled as him in fighting & killing? like they have extreme reflexes too? thanks youuuu! :3

HI!!! sure ofc!

prepare to be THE crime couple in gotham

he’s very, very impressed. he might even join you in fights but not actually fight anybody, just watch you take care of it with wide eyes

brags about you all the time. you don’t even have to be together

imo he stages little fake fights- like how cats play, you know? just to test you

throws things when you’re not looking to see if you’ll catch them

he’s delighted when you do

man is having the time of his life.

#asks #victor zsasz #gotham #dcu #x reader #gender neutral reader #rogues gallery #gotham rogues #headcanons #victor zsasz gotham #victor zsasz x you #victor zsasz imagine #victor zsasz x reader #gotham show #gotham x reader

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justsomerandomfanfic · 2 years

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Matching Scars - Victor Zsasz X GN Reader

Title: Matching Scars

Victor Zsasz X GN Reader

Additional Characters: Roman, Dinah (Mentioned)

WC: 1,153

Warnings: Very dark, knives, yelling, mentions of tantrums, mentions of death, mentions of killing, a bit graphic, suggestive, blood, first time writing for Victor, and scars.

Picking up the fallen pillows, you sighed as Roman angrily left the room, yelling expletives. You began working for Roman only a year ago, and you still weren't used to his tantrums. He had hired you as a sort of back-up. If for any reason, Zsasz wasn't available, you would do the dirty work. But, since Zsasz was always available, you were downgraded to his maid of sorts.

Victor Zsasz was intimidating for sure. He was tall, with scars on his face and the base of his neck. He relished in people's fear and their knowledge that he was the one in power, holding their lives in his hands. His eyes were an intense shade of brown, like deadly chocolate, which seemed to pierce through your soul when he looked at you. It was hard not to be intimidated by him. He knew it too, which is why he made sure to use that intimidation against others.

Though Zsasz was intimidating, that didn't stop you from having a crush on the man. He never took notice of you, or that's what you thought. Victor Zsasz was a very handsome man. You found him irresistible. The scars on his face made him look dangerous, yet alluring. His lips were full and plump, making them look so soft and inviting.

Even in the beginning, after you had messed up and Roman ordered Victor to cut you, that didn't deter you from him. He let you choose where, which surprised you. You knew where you wanted it, you've fantasized about it for a while. Mouth slightly agape, Victor pulled the collar of your shirt down a little, and slowly dug the knife into your shoulder, sliding it down. Blood quickly oozed from the open wound, making you hiss slightly, closing your eyes.

🗡🗡🗡

Mindlessly, you placed your hand on your shoulder. Mind-wandering as you bit your lip. Feeling the slightly raised scar from over your shirt. You noticed that after your cut fully healed, you would place your hand on your shoulder as anxiety relief. And, it did help. It was like you were closer to Victor somehow.

You didn't know it but Victor had fallen for you as well, though he wouldn't admit it. Victor had been intrigued by you ever since he first laid eyes on you. He admired how strong and brave you were. You didn't flinch when he gave you a scar. And, he loved whenever you did Roman's dirty work.

He had to admit, watching you get information from someone was alluring. You looked so innocent, yet you could easily get anything out of someone. It was like a game to you, getting information from others. And, it worked every time. People would spill everything they knew, even if they thought they were safe.

Watching from across the room, Victor leaned against the wall staring at you. Watching as you placed a hand on your shoulder, looking around the room at all the mess Roman had made. He smirked to himself, remembering the day he gave you that scar. He remembered how you whimpered when he pierced the skin. He felt bad, but he also enjoyed seeing the scar on your flesh. Smirking, he walked over to you. Placing his hand on your shoulder, feeling the raised scar under your shirt. You flinched slightly, pulling away from him.

"What do you want, Victor? I'm busy." You spoke, going back to cleaning the room.

"Does it hurt?" He asked and you raised an eyebrow, turning back around to face him, you watched him as she eyes your shoulder.

"Oh... No, it doesn't." You spoke, nervously. "It just feels weird, having this scar here." You touched the scar again, rubbing it softly.

"I think it looks good on you." He whispered to you, leaning close to your ear.

You blushed, looking down at the floor. "Thank you." You spoke quietly.

Slowly bringing his hand up, Victor grazed the shirt, slowly dragging the collar down and over your shoulder, just like he did when he gave the scar in the first place. Your breath hitched as he did so, looking up at him as he stared down at the scar on your skin.

"Why are you doing this?" You asked him, feeling nervous.

"Because I want to." He answered, gently touching the scar.

You shivered, you looked into his brown eyes, as he stared with some unknown emotion into yours.

Digging a hand into his pocket, Victor pulled out a small switchblade, handing it to you. You took the knife, glancing from it at him, confused. Victor began to unbutton his shirt, slowly revealing the possible hundreds of scars from his kills. Face red, you watched in awe, tentevely reaching your hand out and touching the scars on his chest.

"It's your turn." He whispered to you, taking your hand and kissing it.

You blushed, watching as he held your hand in his, opening the switchblade, bringing the both of your hands over to his shoulder, a small spot was unmarred, all for you. Breathing out as the cold silver touched him, he stared into your eyes as he pressed the knife deeper in his shoulder, slowly dragging it down just like he did with yours. Blood quickly bled out of the new wound, sliding down his chest and side.

You gasped, your eyes widening as you saw the knife go deeper into him. Stopping, he pulled your hands away and closed the knife.

"Why did you do that?" You ask breathily, taking his hand in yours and quickly taking him to the guest bathroom. Victor watched in amusement as you grabbed a cloth, going back over to him and cleaning up the blood on his skin.

"I want to match," He answered, kissing your cheek.

"What do you mean?" You questioned, wiping the last of the blood from his skin.

"I want people to know that you're mine." He answered, smiling.

"I know your little secret." He continued, smirking, leaning in closer.

"My secret?" You ask, trying to look away, but you couldn't.

"Yes, one you thought I wouldn't notice." He answered, brushing your hair behind your ear.

"What is it?" You question, curious.

But, you felt the unease and anxiety fill your every breath. Had he found out? Did Dinah tell him?

"That you have a crush on me." He answered, smiling. "And, that I have a crush on you."

You blushed, feeling yourself heat up. "What?" You questioned him, keeping eye contact with him.

"I've known since the day we met." He spoke, placing his hand on the scar on your skin, gently rubbing over the slightly puffed pink scar.

"That you were mine. And, I was yours." He smirked, sliding his hand up and behind your neck, pressing his lips to yours.

You felt your knees buckle, as Victor pulled you closer to him, kissing you passionately. He pushed you against the sink, placing his hands on either side of you. Pulling back, Victor brushed his fingers against your collarbone, he seemed like he wanted to say something but a yell cut him off.

"Zsasz!"

Both of you jumped up, looking over at Roman who was standing in the doorway.

"What's going on here?" Roman asked, as Victor hesitantly stepped toward Roman.

Subtly, standing in front of you, protecting you.

You blushed furiously, pulling your shirt back over your shoulder. "Nothing." You lied, looking away from him.

Roman glared at you for a moment, before sighing. "Go clean yourself up." He ordered, glaring at Victor in disgust at the clotting blood on his shoulder. "I have someone I need you to go find."

"Of course, boss," Victor replied, looking at Roman, eyes hard in job mode.

Victor glanced back at you before leaving the room. Roman then turned to you, glaring, a deep frown on his face. Gesturing with his arm at his main living room, he huffed.

"Get this cleaned up."

You nodded quickly, "Yes, boss." Before pushing out of the bathroom and going back to work.

Though, you couldn't help but bite back a huge smile from the moments before. You just couldn't wait until Victor got back.

#victor zsasz #cute #fluff #slight angst #victor x gn reader #gn reader #victor zsasz x reader #victor zsasz x you #gore #blood #injury #scarring #dc universe #birds of prey #roman

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howl-fantasies · 2 years

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Drôles de Dames PART III

A/N - I can’t find the request / comment where you asked for the part III of Drôles de Dames @immortal-velociraptor but don’t worry I saw it! And here is the next episode of Maggie’s, Y/N, Victor, Bruce, Selina, Alfred, Jim and Ed adventures.

Warning : Text in French, bad french words, violence, Gotham (yeah i’m still sure it can be a warning alone).

Word count : 4,851

I hope you’ll like it my dear! Take care.

Here are the :

PART 1

PART 2

Drôles de Dames III

Précédemment - ... “Puisque tu as trouvé Ed, si on faisait un petit tour, Jim ?” Demanda d’une voix faussement amicale Y/N en se tournant vers l’inspecteur du GCPD. “Je crois que nous avons beaucoup de choses à nous dire et potentiellement des intérêts en commun.” Clairement, il n’avait pas le choix.

“...”. La seule parole intelligible qu’il lui était possible de formuler. Présentement assis dans un fauteuil au beau milieu d’un appartement situé en plein cœur de la ville, juste en face du pôle financier, Jim Gordon se sentait au comble du malaise. Ses mains, posées sur chacune de ses cuisses transpiraient abondamment tandis qu’il observait le surprenant trio qui lui faisait face.

Egalement assise dans un des fauteuils confortables, Y/N le scrutait comme un puma prêt à bondir sur sa proie et à la dépecer pour son propre amusement avant de tout simplement l’engloutir.

Juste à sa droite, assis sur le dossier du canapé, Victor le tenait en joue d’une main, la scène lui donnant un air de déjà vu particulièrement désagréable. Enfin, gravitant autour d’eux, Maggie s’activait à leur servir du thé, récoltant une oeillade incrédule de l’autre femme.

“Arrête, tu me files la chair de poule, on dirait la réincarnation de Liza”, frissonna-t-elle en grimaçant, récoltant un bref éclat de rire moqueur de son compagnon.

“Liza ?” Demanda Maggie tout en suspendant sa main tenant une tasse fumante au-dessus de la table. Y/N hocha la tête et soupira. “Une sorcière, cette gamine, tout droit évadée d’un livre de recette des années 50 de Carmine, crois moi ce n’était pas beau à voir.”

La fleuriste leva les yeux au ciel à son explication et dodelina de la tête avant de reprendre ce qu’elle était en train de faire. “Excuse moi d’être bien élevée et de proposer à ton invité quelque chose à boire. J’oubliais que, pour toi, la politesse se résume à un bonjour ou un sifflement, suivi d’une arme braquée sur la tempe.” Reprocha-t-elle en se redressant et en croisant les bras tout en la foudroyant du regard.

“HA !”, Ricana la plus âgée en extirpant de sa poche une fiole d’alcool qu’elle versa généreusement dans sa boisson sous son oeil noir. “Je me vois mal discuter du beau temps avec mes cibles et leur proposer une tasse de thé, Mags, ce ne serait plus de la politesse mais du sadisme pur à ce stade... attends... en fait l’idée me plaît. Il faut qu’on essaye la prochaine fois Dearest!” S’enjoua-t-elle en claquant des mains, récoltant un nouveau gloussement de Victor et une main fracassée contre son propre front pour Maggie.

“Où est Nygma ?” Parla enfin Jim, ne supportant plus ce faux tableau de normalité (autant qu’il était possible au sein de cette maudite ville). Son intervention eue le mérite d’attirer l’attention des trois autres. “Dans la salle de jeu”, répondit Victor, arborant un sourire tout sauf rassurant. “Il ne devrait pas tarder à se réveiller et à couiner comme un hamster apeuré”, ajouta-t-il.

Jim cligna des yeux stupidement avant de sentir tout son corps être secoué par un frisson d’horreur. Voulait-il savoir ce que l’autre homme entendait par salle de jeu ? Pas vraiment, il avait une bonne idée de ce à quoi elle pouvait bien ressembler, il lui suffisait de penser à Butch et à ce qu’il lui était arrivé pour cela.

L’inspecteur se racla la gorge et décida de tenter de dialoguer avec la seule personne qu’il estimait à priori saine d’esprit dans la pièce. “Pourquoi est-ce que je suis ici, Maggie. Est-ce que cela a un rapport avec Bruce et ce que vous faisiez dans les Narrows cet après-midi ?”

Il nota le regard que jeta la jeune femme au duo d’assassins, comme si elle attendait leur aval pour lui répondre. Un peu comme le ferait un enfant cherchant le soutien parental. Victor haussa les épaules, tout comme Y/N, qui lui fit un signe du menton qu’il supposait être un encouragement à lui répondre.

Ce constat le glaça autant qu’il l’enragea. Maggie était déjà bien trop impliquée dans l’underground. Et il ne supporterait pas d’être le témoin d’une nouvelle descente aux enfers, Barbara lui suffisait amplement, merci beaucoup.

“Bruce...” Commença finalement la fleuriste en s’asseyant dans un troisième fauteuil sur le côté, entre les canapés du duo et du sien. “... A besoin de nous pour une affaire concernant une organisation”, poursuivit-elle en le regardant intensément. Tellement, qu’il se redressa par réflexe, il avait l’impression d’être un suspect cuisiné par un de leur flics du GCPD.

“Comme tu as mentionné le fait que tu cherchais également des informations au sujet d’une organisation, nous supposions qu’il pourrait s’agir de la même”, termina la jeune femme avant de prendre une gorgée de son thé.

Il hocha la tête, signifiant ainsi qu’il comprenait son raisonnement, mais resta silencieux, tentant d’ignorer les regards toujours braqués sur lui. Le cuir du canapé où étaient assis Y/N et Victor couina lorsque la tueuse à gage s’avança jusqu’à venir poser des avants-bras sur ses genoux sans jamais le lâcher des yeux.

Il dû déglutir et se forcer à conserver une respiration normale malgré son coeur cognant contre sa cage thoracique. Lorsque le bruit de la sécurité de l’arme de Victor brisa le silence, il sentit une goutte de sueur glisser le long de sa tempe.

Il ne pouvait pas prendre le risque de dévoiler ce pourquoi il cherchait Nygma. Hos de question d’impliquer encore plus de personnes dans cet immense bourbier et en particulier des personnalités aussi volatiles que celles des deux tueurs.

Une nouvelle fois le cuir couina lorsqu’elle se pencha lentemennt vers lui, son buste jetant une ombre au-dessus de la table en verre et de leurs tasses. “Nerveux, Jimbo ? Pourquoi refuser de nous parler, aurais-tu peur d’y laisser des plumes?”

Son choix de mots était tout sauf anodin, il le savait mais ne pu s’empêcher de sursauter furieusement en entendant sa métaphore. Il se maudit mille fois pour sa réaction, en particulier lorsqu’il vit le sourire au comble de l’amusement de Y/N et, par dessus son épaule, celui mauvais de Victor.

Harvey avait sans doute raison lorsqu’il le traitait de livre ouvert. Il ferait décidément un bien piètre joueur de poker. Et, face à ces deux sadiques notoires, n’avait aucune chance de pouvoir espérer garder son secret bien longtemps. Maudits soient-ils!

“Jim?” Relança la voix curieuse de Maggie. Il n’y tint plus et laissa un lourd soupir s’échapper de sa bouche, tout en laissant ses mains frotter son visage, comme pour effacer la tension précédente. “La Cour des Hiboux.” Admit-il finalement. “J’ai entendu parler de leur existence et également du fait que Nygma avait réussi à les approcher. Son ridicule petit show à la télévision était un moyen de rentrer en contact avec eux.”

“Ridicule ? Brillant, tu veux dire ! Je suis le seul à avoir réussi là où vous avez tous échoué, bande de sombres crétins.” Résonna la voix un peu rauque d’Edward depuis l’entrée du salon.

“Tu es également le seul à avoir été assommé et à t’être réveillé en équilibre sur un cheval de bois BDSM, mon chou. Comme cela doit être jouissif d’être un pionnier quoi que l’on fasse.” Se moqua Y/N d’une voix bien trop plate tout en sirotant son thé alcoolisé comme si de rien n’était.

Sa remarque eue le mérite de faire retentir le rire de Maggie et celui maniaque de Victor qui, lorsqu’il se calma, pointa en direction du cou du brun. “Joli collier.” Le rouge sur les joues du Riddler se propagea sur l’intégralité de son visage à la mention du collier bâillon à boule qu’il avait réussi à retirer de celle-ci mais pas à enlever complètement.

“Donne moi la clé”, ordonna-t-il sombrement en tendant la main vers eux. Sa seule réponse fut le téléphone de Y/N et l’objectif de celui-ci braqué sur lui et le “clic” indiquant qu’une photographie venait d’être prise.

“Qu’est-ce que-...!” “Pour les longues soirées d’hiver d’Oswald, si tu refuses de nous dire tout ce que tu sais sur la Cour.” Répondit-elle en rangeant l’appareil, puis en reprenant la dégustation de sa boisson tout en laissant son dos s’appuyer contre le mollet de Victor et en croisant les jambes.

“Sale peste !” Vociféra Riddler en serrant les poings et les dents avant de prendre une longue inspiration et de se laisser tomber lourdement sur l’accoudoir du siège de Magnolia, jetant un regard circulaire à la pièce.

“Très bien. Mais tu dois me promettre de supprimer ça et de ne plus jamais en parler.” Lui dit-il. Y/N hocha la tête tout en lui tendant la clé, “tu as ma parole.” Il l’imita, avant de prendre une nouvelle inspiration et de retirer le collier.

“La Cour des Hiboux dirige Gotham depuis des décennies, ils sont Gotham. Lorsqu’ils m’ont enlevé et placé dans cette cage, j’ai pu entendre plusieurs choses très intéressantes.” Expliqua l’homme en vert en se pinçant l’arrête du nez.

“De ce que je sais, leur leader actuel est une femme appelée Kathryn, bien que je doute qu’elle soit le chef absolu d’une organisation aussi tentaculaire. Quoi qu’il en soit, pour l’heure, c’est elle qui donne les ordres et qui est venue à ma rencontre.”, Poursuivit Ed sous l’oeil attentif de son auditoire.

“La Cour est responsable des expérimentations qui ont été menées pendant des années sur des sujets humains accueillis dans des établissements financés par Wayne Enterprises. Après leur fermeture, ils ont réimplanté leurs laboratoires et repris leurs activités depuis Indian Hill, le sous-sol que j’ai pu découvrir pendant mon séjour à Arkham”, termina-t-il amèrement en foudroyant Jim du regard.

“Et il n’aurait jamais dû prendre fin, Nygma. Dois-je te rappeler tout ce que j’ai perdu à cause de toi ?!” Explosa Jim en se relevant furieusement de son fauteuil et déjà prêt à lui sauter à la gorge.

Le fracas sourd de vaisselle qui retentit fut la seule chose capable de tuer dans l’oeuf toute possible confrontation. Les deux hommes bondirent et se tournèrent d’une traite vers la table basse pour l’heure renversée sur le côté, entourée de verre et de porcelaine éclatée au sol.

“Y/N !” Cria Maggie en avisant le carnage ainsi que le bras toujours en l’air de la responsable, qui semblait au comble de l’ennui. “Si nous en revenions à ta petite histoire, Nygma. Vous pleurerez sur vos sorts respectifs et vos griefs plus tard”, suggéra froidement Victor, toujours derrière Y/N et d’ailleurs occupé à jouer avec une mèche de ses cheveux de sa main libre.

“Sweetness et moi avons un agenda à tenir”, continua-t-il, sa voix descendant de quelques octaves et son regard noir gagnant en intensité, leur arrachant un frisson désagréable.

“Les parents de Bruce étaient-ils au courant de ce que la Cour faisait de leurs locaux et de l’argent de leur fondation ?” Relança Magnolia à destination d’Edward qui eu un rictus moqueur.

“Bien évidemment que non, Magnolia. C’est d’ailleurs pour cela que Thomas Wayne a fait fermer tous les sites utilisés pour leurs expérimentations sitôt qu’il l’a appris. Et, je suppose que son opposition directe à cette femme, ainsi qu’au bon Dr Strange a été ce qui a signé l’arrêt de mort de sa femme et le sien.” Ricanna-t-il.

La fleuriste sentit son souffle se couper. Alors c’était cela la raison de la mort des parents de Bruce ? Le pauvre adolescent avait été laissé seul, heureusement sous la garde d’Alfred, mais seul à la tête de l’empire familial à cause de cette sordide organisation et de leurs expérimentations inhumaines.

Si même des personnes aussi puissantes que les Wayne n’avaient pu échapper à leur machinations, qu’est-ce qui garantissait à la jeune femme que Y/N et Victor allaient être capable de la protéger après ce qu’ils avaient prévus de faire ? Quid de Bruce ? Elle ne pouvait pas laisser le garçon se dépatouiller tout seul face à ces cinglés !

“Maggie. Non.” Claqua la voix glaciale de la tueuse depuis son siège, la faisant brutalement relever la tête et la regarder comme si elle était un monstre. “Mais. Y/N. Tu ne peux pas laisser Bruce-...” “Je peux, et je vais”, la coupa l’autre femme. “Bruce n’est pas mon client. Ne te méprends pas, je l’apprécie, il est intéressant, pour un hobbit. Mais, comme je le lui ai dit, je ne rentrerai pas en conflit frontal avec la Cour. Ce serait du suicide.” Ajouta-t-elle.

La fleuriste fit plusieurs fois “non” de la tête. “C’est un enfant Y/N, on ne peut pas le laisser seul face à ces adultes vicieux et armés jusqu’aux dents. Pour le coup, c’est lui qui court au suicide !” En entendant cela, Jim la saisit brusquement par les épaules et la secoua un peu rudement. “Qu’est-ce qu’il prévoit de faire, Maggie ! Dis le moi !”

La brune ignora le regard lourd de sens de l’autre femme lui indiquant de se taire et consentit à répondre à l’inspecteur, sa voix tremblante d’émotion. “Bruce a découvert une arme susceptible d’anéantir la Cour. Il a sollicité notre aide pour en savoir plus sur eux et éventuellement notre soutien pour sa future entreprise”, lui dit-elle.

“Y/N lui a promis de lui fournir du matériel et moi l’accès à mon magasin, celui-ci étant proche de l’endroit qu’ils prévoient de braquer avec Selina pour la récupérer. Mais... C’est tout ce que nous nous sommes engagés à faire, Y/N a refusé de participer à une attaque directe de l’organisation, arguant qu’ils seraient déjà suffisamment remontés par son acte de défiance”, termina-t-elle avec une petite voix et en baissant honteusement la tête.

Elle sentit Jim la relâcher tout aussi brutalement pour faire volte-face et hurler à pleins poumons sur la tueuse à gage. “Tu savais ce qu’était la Cour ?! Pourquoi ne l’as-tu pas dissuadé de faire une chose aussi stupide ?!”

Pas le moins du monde incommodée par ses hurlements, la brune posa sa main sur le baril de l’arme de Victor pour l’abaisser. L’assassin l’avait pointé sur Jim dès l’instant où il avait commencé à s’emporter contre sa femme.

“Aux dernières nouvelles, je n’ai pas de cheveux grisonnants, pas d’antécédents dans l’armée de la Reine et ne m’exprime pas avec un charmant accent anglais, Jim.” Répondit-elle. “Ce n’est pas à moi qu’il incombe de diriger le gosse. Il souhaitait faire une chose incroyablement stupide avec peu de chances de succès et j’ai fait ce qu’il y avait de mieux à faire : augmenter celles-ci.”

Il ne comprenait pas. Comment les deux femmes avaient-elles pu laisser le jeune Wayne se mettre autant en danger. Y/N, à la rigueur, il voulait bien le concevoir connaissant sa psychopathie. Mais Maggie ? Il se tourna vers elle lentement, ses épaules affaissées par le poids de sa déception. “Pourquoi n’as tu pas contacté le GCPD, Maggie ?”

La brune fronça les sourcils et s’outra de sa question, le regardant comme s’il eu été idiot. “Et alerter une des instances les plus corrompues de la ville ? Où ils ont plus que certainement des centaines de taupes à leur service ? Es-tu sérieux Jim ?!” Cria-t-elle à son tour. “Alors pourquoi ne m’as tu pas prévenu ?!” Cria-t-il également.

Le coup d’oeil furtif qu’elle jeta à Y/N répondit à sa question. Evidemment, l’autre femme le lui avait sans doute interdit. Il ferma fortement les yeux et pris une inspiration tremblante.

“Si vous avez terminé votre mélodrame, peut-être serez vous prêt à écouter ma proposition ?” S’éleva alors la voix toujours aussi plate de la tueuse à gage. Dieu qu’il avait envie de l’étrangler. “Eh bien vas-y, nous t’écoutons”, soupira-t-il en retournant s’asseoir dans son canapé, posant ses yeux à présent incroyablement fatigués sur elle.

Il la regarda juste à temps pour la voir lancer le collier BDSM en direction de Nygma qui s’était progressivement rapproché de la sortie de la pièce, probablement pour tenter de fuir pendant qu’ils étaient tous occupés à se crier dessus, faire du sarcasme ou à se menacer avec une arme.

“Mon plan te concerne aussi, Riddlie, revient poser ton joli petit cul vert sur ce canapé”, appela-t-elle, lui faisant faire volte face, le visage rouge écarlate après sa remarque sur son séant. “Ne peux-tu pas t’embêcher d’être vulgaire au moins une fois dans ta vie !” S’emporta-t-il en évitant soigneusement le regard noir de Victor et en retournant s’asseoir pour cacher à la vue de tous le postérieur précédemment mentionné.

Elle leva les yeux au ciel en soupirant. “Je préfère définitivement lorsque tu te tais, Ed”, lui dit elle avec un sourire narquois en zieutant le bâillon au sol. “Tu as promis de ne plus en parler.” Gronda le brun déjà prêt à l’accuser de ne pas tenir son engagement. Le rictus de Y/N s’étira sinistrement. “C’est toi qui viens de le faire, je n’ai jamais mentionné ce à quoi tu fais référence, pervers.”

Encore une fois, il était écarlate et cacha son visage dans ses mains. “Viens-en au fait”, grogna-t-il, dissipant ainsi le malaise et faisant se reconcentrer les regards des autres sur elle.

“Il y a bien un moyen, d’aider Bruce tout en garantissant notre sécurité à Victor, Maggie et moi.” Commença-t-elle. Jim fronça furieusement les sourcils. “Tu comptes donc sur moi pour faire le sale boulot et me retrouver à l’autre bout du bâton si quelque chose tourne mal”, cracha-t-il.

Elle haussa les épaules, “C’est ton truc de te jeter tête baissée dans les problèmes et de compter sur ton ange gardien sans doute dopé à la cocaïne pour sauver ta vie, Jimbo. Pas tout le monde dans cette pièce peut se vanter d’avoir le cul autant bordé de nouilles.” Face à sa mine renfrognée et à son silence, elle choisit de poursuivre.

“Bruce a la chance d’avoir cette petite chapardeuse de Selina avec lui, j’ai toute confiance en elle pour réussir à voler ce qu’ils cherchent. Ce dont ils ont besoin, c’est de temps. Pour ça, je propose d’attirer l’attention de la Cour autre part dans Gotham, idéalement dans plusieurs endroits en même temps sans que cela ne paraisse trop suspect et ne les force à augmenter la sécurité autour du bâtiment visé par les petits.”

Jim hocha la tête lentement, ça se tenait. “Comment fait-on cela ?” Demanda-t-il. La tueuse sortit de sa poche une cigarette qu’elle alluma avec un briquet qu’elle extirpa de la poche de Zsasz, dont le regard impassible resta braqué sur eux.“Barbs a déjà tenté de voler une cargaison dans le hangar 9C.” Rappela-t-elle.

Encore une fois, Jim hocha la tête. “Une livraison est prévue le jour du braquage, cette fois au 6F, juste à côté d’un marché noir d’armes. Il faut organiser une descente de police ce jour là, et boucler le périmètre, hangar compris. Ils seront obligés d’envoyer des hommes et probablement un émissaire, à moins que la vieille peau ne se déplace directement.” Expliqua-t-elle en posant son regard sur Edward cette fois.

“Ils tenteront d’abord d’appeler les agents présents à leur compte ou le commissaire pour faire lever le barrage, il nous faut créer des interferences et commencer au moins deux jours avant, pour que cela ne paraisse pas trop suspect. Je suppose que c’est dans tes cordes, n’est-ce pas, Riddl-Ed?” Le concerné croisa les bras et haussa un sourcil.

“Et je dois t’aider, parce que?” Elle lui sourit de toutes ses dents et il la vit à peine bouger avant d’entendre un *thud* retentir à quelques centimètres de son genou. En baissant les yeux, il loucha sur la lame solidement plantée dans le coussin du siège. “Sérieusement ?!” S’outra-t-il.

Elle ne pu retenir un petit rire avant de le pointer du doigt. “Tu vas m’aider, parce que la Cour est à tes trousses et que tu vas bénéficier du plan de Wayne pour qu’ils te lâchent la grappe. Tu le sais, je le sais, tu sais que je le sais et je sais que tu le sais. Inutile donc de bomber le torse et de jouer les difficiles Eddie.” Ronronna-t-elle moqueusement, récoltant une série de grommellements et de jurons étouffés à son encontre.

“Comment es tu au courant pour la livraison ?” Demanda Jim tout en jetant un regard à Magnolia qui semblait pendue aux lèvres de l’autre femme, clairement fascinée par ses capacités à comploter. “Je l’ai lu dans les feuilles de thé et les cartes”, se moqua Y/N, qui ne comptait certainement pas dévoiler au policier comment elle parvenait quasi systématiquement à posséder les bonnes informations au bon moment. “Ha-ha-ha”, rétorqua Jim, clairement agacé par sa réponse stupide.

“Quoi qu’il en soit”, reprit-elle, “cela ne suffira pas à donner assez de temps à Bruce et Selina. Il faut également prévoir une autre diversion. Cette fois, à Arkham. Juste au dessus d’Idian Hill. Jim, ça sera ta tâche principale, envoie Harvey s’occuper des docks, le vieux peut faire perdre un temps incroyable avec ses blablas et jouer les imbéciles heureux comme personne.” Expliqua-t-elle.

“Arkham ?!” Sursauta Jim en ouvrant déjà la bouche pour protester. “Oui, Arkham. Tu vas également y faire une descente mais pas pour une perquisition. Pour une évasion massive.” Confirma la tueuse à gage qui grimaça en entendant le hurlement étranglé poussé par Jim et l’éclat de rire franc d’Ed, qui en avait totalement oublié l’incident de la lame et la regardait avec un sourire sadique, ses mains jointes devant sa bouche comme un gosse devant un sapin de Noël.

“Oh, deux perquisitions seraient trop suspectes alors tu veux organiser une évasion pour faire paniquer Strange, rameuter la police et faire monter la pression à la Cour sachant qu’Indian Hill sera juste au-dessus de ce bazar.” Réfléchit Maggie à voix haute, récoltant un petit applaudissement de Y/N et un sourire à faire pâlir le soleil. “Bravo Mags, le métier rentre !” Félicita-t-elle sous le regard encore plus noir de Jim.

“C’est hors de question, Y/N ! Valeska est dans cet asyle, Tetch aussi au cas où tu l’aurais oublié, et Crane aussi par la même occasion !” Refusa-t-il, ses arguments se voyant balayés d’un geste de la main par la tueuse.

“Oh je t’en prie Jim, quoi qu’il en soit ce n’est qu’une question de temps avant que l’un d’entre eux ne sorte. Arkham est un gruyère, pourquoi crois-tu que tout le monde cherche à s’y faire interner lorsque les flics parviennent à les pincer ?” Ricana-t-elle.

Elle avait raison, pensa-t-il en grinçant des dents furieusement. Et il devait bien l’avouer, sa plus grande crainte, en tant que flic, était de voir le duo devant lui tout faire pour terminer là-bas si un jour il parvenait à les arrêter.

Ils seraient sans nul doute dehors deux jours plus tard, gambadant gaiement comme s’ils revenaient d’une cure de bien-être. Et, à en juger par le regard narquois de la concernée, elle en avait aussi parfaitement conscience. Elle était terrifiante.

“Comment vas-tu créer ton évasion ?” Grogna tout de même l’inspecteur, choisissant de se résigner plutôt que d’essayer de se battre contre des moulins. Une nouvelle fois, Y/N pointa Edward du doigt avec un sourire radieux. “Les cellules sont rattachées à un PC sécurité central et peuvent être ouvertes depuis celui-ci, il suffit de le pirater. Ed peut s’en occuper comme un grand.” Lui dit-elle.

“Et Victor, Maggie et toi ?” Demandèrent Jim et Riddler en même temps, faisant rire Maggie, qui se reconcentra sur l’autre femme bien vite, attendant sa réponse. “Je m’occupe de programmer le matériel qui sera utilisé dans la boutique de Maggie, Victor va m’aider à l’installer et à piéger les lieux en vue de recevoir nos invités de la Cour proprement lorsqu’ils viendront chercher d’autres indices sur les personnes impliquées dans le vol. Maggie restera avec les Zsaszettes pendant la préparation, au cas où la Cour nous prendrait, sans mauvais jeu de mots, de court en découvrant nos plans et en nous attaquant pendant cette phase du plan.”

La fleuriste ouvrit la bouche, sidérée. “Quoi ?! Tu vas détruire mon magasin ?! Et me confier aux filles de Victor, comme une gamine à ses nounous ?! Hors de question !” Cria-t-elle. Y/N leva les yeux au ciel et soupira, “ En me fichant de t’offenser, je te rappelle que tu n’es pas vraiment une as de la gachette ou la réincarnation de Bruce Lee, tu risques plus de nous gêner si ça doit finir en échanges de tirs”, lui rappela-t-elle tout en gloussant en voyant la plus jeune pincer ses lèvres dans une moue boudeuse et s’enfoncer dans son siège.

“Concernant ton magasin, relax Mags, on t’en construira un plus beau encore, papa et maman ont de quoi engager les meilleurs artisans et architectes pour qu’ils exhaucent tous tes caprices. Il sera exactement comme tu le souhaite, parole de scout.” Se moqua Y/N en portant une main solenelle à son coeur, tout en tapotant affectueusement l’avant bras de Victor qu’il avait posé sur son épaule pendant ses explications.

Son geste lui valu un baiser sur la tempe, juste avant que Zsasz n’adresse à la fleuriste un pouce levé vers le ciel. “J’enverrai les filles superviser les travaux si ça t’aide à mieux respirer chaton.” Se moqua-t-il également, avec un sourire volontairement idiot qui fit grogner Magnolia. “Non merci.” Bougonna-t-elle. “Tes...filles.... me filent la chair de poule.” L’homme ricana.

“Alors ?” Relança Y/N en regardant tour à tour chacun des protagonistes de son futur plan, s’arrêtant plus longuement sur Jim et sa mâchoire serrée, qui semblait préférer se défenestrer plutôt que de prendre part à pareille folie. “C’est toi qui voulait assurer la survie du gosse, Jimbo. Ne me dis pas qu’il s’agissait juste de jolis mots de flics lancés en l’air et laissés s’envoler aussitôt après ?” Provoqua l’assassin.

Il dû résister aussi fort qu’il le pouvait pour ne pas lui adresser un bon vieux doigt d’honneur. Elle était abjecte. Abjecte mais brillante, il se devait de le reconnaître. Son plan augmentait drastiquement les chances de succès de Bruce et ses chances de survie.

“Ok.” Cracha-t-il finalement en se levant et en tirant son portable de sa poche. “Je vais prévenir Harvey” Dit-il, avant d’être stoppé par Victor qui lui tendait un autre portable. “Avec celui-là. Le tien est sur écoute.”, indiqua-t-il sous son regard incrédule.

“Sois bref avec Bullock donne lui rendez-vous quelque part, raccroche et flanque le portable au micro-ondes. On ne peut pas prendre le risque qu’ils tracent l’appel.” Poursuivit Zsasz sans se départir de son visage éternellement neutre.

“C’est une blague...”, ne pu s’empêcher de souffler Jim en jetant un regard à son téléphone qui d’ici ce soir partirait à la casse. “Crois-moi, Sweetness et moi sommes très bons au petit jeu du traçage et de l’écoute des téléphones. Dis ce que tu as à dire en moins de 60 secondes.” Susurra Victor, agrandissant encore plus son rictus.

“Je donne rendez-vous à Alfred pour lui parler du plan”, décréta Y/N en se relevant et en quittant le salon pour passer elle aussi son appel. Jim partit après elle, se dirigeant dans le hall d’entrée et laissant Victor, Ed, Maggie dans le salon.

“Prête pour tes premiers premiers hauts faits de criminelle en tant que complice, chaton ?” Se moqua Victor en regardant Magnolia tortiller ses doigts sur le canapé, manquant le froncement agacé de Riddler provoqué par son tic nerveux. “Et si les choses ne se passent pas comme prévu ?” Couina la plus jeune en grimaçant, récoltant un rire des deux hommes présents.

“Rien ne se passe jamais comme prévu, Magnolia”, pointa Edward en dodelinant de la tête. “Mais comme Y/N et moi planchons sur ces plans, ils seront menés à bien d’une façon ou d’une autre, de ça tu peux en être certaine.” De son côté, Victor se releva et dégaina sa deuxième arme pour en inspecter la crosse. “Dans le pire des cas, il nous restera ‘the fun way’“, leur dit-il en chargeant ses armes avec un sourire particulièrement malsain. “Ma préférée.”

A/N - Next chapter will be full action I swear! I hope you liked it my dear 🥰 Have a beautiful day/night and take care! 🤗💐

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nyxnygma · 1 year

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A m!reader or gn! Reader with zsasz? (Smut if you’re comfortable) breaking into Penguins house looking for info and Zsasz catches them

Caught || Victor Zsasz

[Victor Zsasz x M!Reader]

Summary: you get caught by Zsasz that results in the you and the assassin participating in flirty banter

Warnings: sexual innuendo, violence, held captured, knife stuff

Masterlist

A/N: I haven’t watched Gotham in ages and I’m tired so I apologise if it’s rubbish. I’m also sorry this took so long. Also no smut for male readers cause I don’t want to make it seem like I’m sexualising the relationship and also idk how to write them

You knew it was a dangerous mission, but you took it anyways. Tabitha hired you to find any information that could assist in bringing down Penguin and she was offering big bucks.

Slowly, you snuck through the window of the office and let your eyes to adjust to the dark atmosphere. You head straight for the desk; you knew Penguin would not be so stupid to have his dark secrets spilled out on the desk for anybody to find but you had to start somewhere. The papers were stacked neat upon the in table and you flicked the through them quickly but only found bills and receipts, just as you expected.

Moving to the bottom draw, you feel a floorboard creak beneath your foot. You knew it was cliché but you moved and lifted the wooden panel to find a large tin box. “Jackpot,” you whisper under your breath.

“Jackpot indeed,” another voice chuckled before you were knocked out.

Your eyes slowly opened. You must be wearing a blind fold because you couldn’t see your surroundings. “Shit,” you murmur. You couldn’t believe that you were caught.

“Have a nice sleep?” The voice spoke again.

“Tell me who you are,” you demand.

“Alright, Zsasz,” he chuckles, “you could’ve just asked though, no need for the attitude.”

“Oh yeah; no need for attitudes. I’m just tired to a chair and blindfolded,” you scoff. You had heard of Zsasz, everyone has. He is notorious for being the most sadistic sociopath in Gotham, which is quite the accomplishment.

“You’re a snarky one, aren’t you?” He sniggers, “If it makes you feel better you look hot tied up.”

“Did you just- are you flirting with me?” The shock in your voice was evident.

Zsasz chuckled once more, “You wouldn’t blame me if you saw yourself.”

“Take this blind fold off then,” You shrug. You were about to open your mouth to speak again but was stopped when you felt the cold metal of a blade being dragged across your cheek before cutting the fabric over your eyes.

You blinked hard four times as you eyes settled to the bright room. You must have been out for the whole night.

“Ta-Da!” Zsasz smirks. You examine the assassin before you; admiring the black fashion that adorned him. You also took in account the weapons that decorated he belt. “Checking me out, huh?”

“Just finding a way to get out of here,” you smile smugly up at him.

He shakes his head, “you can try but you will not succeed.”

“We’ll just have to find out, won��t we?” You roll your eyes. You flinch as a strong gloved hands held your chin and jolts your head up.

“You have such gorgeous eyes,” he hums before revealing the small knife in his other hand, “it’ll be a shame if I had to remove them.”

“What do you want?” You sigh in -embarrassing quick- defeat.

“That’s better, handsome,” Zsasz stepped back, letting your chin go, “I want to know why you were snooping around the boss’ office. Who sent you?”

“What makes you think I was sent?” You tilt your head.

“Since Penguin has no affiliation with you and you obviously look like a common thief so why would you go to his office when it is public knowledge the valuables are upstairs?” he shrugs.

You blinked.

“Oh come on, pretty boy,” he sighs dramatically (you blush at the nickname), “it’s Penguin who wants to know. I was happy to kill you right there and then. So who sent you?”

“Give me a kiss and I’ll tell you,” you smile smugly up at him. You decided to play along with his flirting game.

You weren’t expecting the assassin to do it but he held your chin once more and brought your lips together but it only lasted fifteen seconds. “So. Who sent you?” You looked up at him wide eyed with blushing cheeks. “Oh come one, handsome, a deal is a deal.”

“This woman at the Siren,” you break the eye contact and look down to the carpeted floor.

“Which woman?” He presses for more information. He moved to stand behind you and held your shoulders, the contact making you jump a little.

“I don’t know her name.”

“Yes you do.”

“I don’t!”

“Hmmm.. yeah you do.”

“This woman just walked up to me and knew who I was.”

“Barbara or Tabitha.”

“What?”

“The Siren, right?” He leans forward so his face was beside yours, “so was it Barbara Kean or Tabitha Galavan?”

“I didn’t catch her name, sorry,” you shrugged.

“Oh honey,” you for his hot breath on your neck, “this is gonna be a long night.

#Gotham #male reader #zsasz x reader #Zsasz #victor zsasz #victor zsasz x reader #gotham x reader #gotham fic #gothamsmut #gotham headcanon #gotham series #gotham x male reader #Zsasz x you #the penguin #oswald cobblepot

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mistywave · 1 year

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THEY REMOVED GOTHAM FROM NETFLIX WHAT DO I DO WITH MY LIFE NOW 😭

Someone knows if I can watch it somewhere else 😭?

#gotham #gotham fox #gotham tv #batman #btas scarecrow #riddler x reader #scarecrow x reader #gotham scarecrow #gotham riddler #victor zsasz #arkham city #gotham oswald #oswald copplepot #jervis tetch #jerome velaska #headcanons #btas #netlix #netflix i hate you

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thejsquadswhore · 2 years

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Part two of incorrect Gotham quotes with reader!😋

Jerome: *screams*

You: *screams louder*

Jervis: “should we do something mr crane?”

Jonathan: “no I want to see who wins”

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Gordon: “why are Zsasz and Y/N sitting with there backs to each other?”

Harvey: “they had a fight”

Gordon: “than why are they holding hands?”

Harvey: “Zsasz gets sad when they fight”

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Jerome: “I think I just ended a four year relationship”

Jonathan: “oh sorry are you okay??”

Jerome: “yeah it wasn’t mine”

*you and Jervis fighting from across the room*

Jonathan: “…”

—-

Ivy: “favourite horror movie?”

You: “IT”

Selina: “Nightmare on elm street”

Bruce: “Saw”

Jerome: “Highschool Musical. After watching it I spent all my high school years terrified that the entire school would start singing and I’d be the only one who didn’t know the lyrics :(“

—-

Oswald: “Ed and I are having a kid”

You: “that’s gre-“

*Oswald slamming down adoption papers*: “it’s you. Sign here”

—-

Zsasz: “if there’s going to be some big dramatic scene please wait until I get back”

You: “of course! I can’t flip this table by myself”

—-

You: “change is inedible”

Gordon: “you mean inevitable?”

*you spitting out coins*: “No. I did not”

—-

Harvey: “sorry it took me so long to bail you out of jail”

You: “No it’s my fault. I shouldn’t have used my only phone call to prank call Gordon”

—-

You: “Jerome I am the smartest most responsible one in this group”

Jerome: “your hand is stuck in the vending machine”

You: “I PAID FOR MY CHOCOLATE IM GETTING MY FUCKING CHOCOLATE”

#gotham #gotham incorrect quotes #incorrect gotham quotes #jerome valeska #the j squad #jervis tetch #jonathan crane #jim gordon #victor zsasz #harvey bullock #gotham x y/n #gotham x you

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samantha-rae-velcher · 2 years

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How Gotham villains react to their s/o getting shot

Oswald Cobblepot

Victor Zsasz

Butch Gilzean

Eduardo Dorrance

Salvatore Maroni

Translation: Sul doppio - on the double, Tesoro - sweetheart

Oswald

Y/n was laying in the grass, blood running down her side. Oswald came running down the hill four guards behind him, he fell to his knees beside her and pulled her close.

"Who did this to you, my dear?" He whispered.

Y/n could barely speak, the pain was too much. She shook her head and gripped one of his lapels.

"I-I didn't see the face....but I think they worked for Fish Mooney."

Oswald went hot and cold at the very sound of her name, he would make her suffer for this. Nobody does this to his woman and lives.

"Gabe! Bring Y/n back up to the house. I need to make a visit to an old friend."

Victor Zsasz

Y/n and Zsasz are walking down the road in the rain, it's dark outside and cold. Zsasz hears a gun shot quite close to them, he turned in the direction of the sound when Y/n barely whispers his name.

"V-Victor..."

He spun around and caught her in his arms before she could hit the ground, Victor pressed his hand into her wound and rested his forehead on hers.

"You'll be alright, don't worry...I'll get you home."

Y/n's vision went black and her body felt cold...

Victor gently dabbed a warm washcloth on her forehead while rubbing her arm.

"Victor?" She asked as she opened her eyes, he smiled and connected his lips with hers.

"I won't rest until I find who did this." He whispered.

Butch Gilzean

"Woah woah woah!" Butch yelled as Y/n and him raised their hands.

"Nobody has to get hurt here!" Y/n said.

The man in black pointed a gun at her and pulled the trigger, she fell to the floor and gasped.

"You son of a bitch!" Butch yelled.

"Don't fuckin move!" The man in black pointed the gun at him. "Now you'll sit there and watch her die!"

Butch charged at him and knocked his ass out, he picked y/n up and laid her out onto the couch.

"Y/n, stay with me baby. Come on it'll be okay....I'll get you some help."

Butch ran to get Mooney and the nearest physician he could find, when he came back he stayed by her side and stared daggers at the physician.

Eduardo Dorrance

Y/n was sitting on the floor, back against the wall when Eddie came running in.

"Y/n!?" He called out. He stopped when he saw her. Y/n was bleeding from her shoulder and obviously about to pass out.

Eduardo could hear footsteps enter the room from the one adjacent to it. Y/n let out a quiet cough and Eddie knelt down next to her making sure she was alright.

"Y/n? Stay with me..."

"I doubt she'll live for very much longer." A man's voice said as he stepped into the light.

Eddie slowly reached for the gun strapped to his thigh, making sure the man in front of him couldn't see.

"Who the hell are you?"

"I am Nathaniel Barnes! I'm sure you've heard of me."

Eddie nodded..

"Yeah I've heard of you, formally Captain of the GCPD. Turned psychopath, tried to kill Jim Gordon. Now you go after a defenseless woman? In her own home, I can see you're still a sick bastard."

Eddie stood and quickly pointed his gun at Barnes, pulling the trigger and shooting him in the gut.

He pulled out his phone and dialed Jim's number, when he picked up Eddie didn't give him a chance to say "Hello".

"Jim! Barnes shot Y/n and I need an ambulance immediately! Why don't you and Harvey get down here and take this son of a bitch in?"

Eduardo hung up and knelt back down next to Y/n, he tucked her hair behind her ear and smiled at her.

"You'll be alright, Gorgeous. They'll be here soon, you just gotta stay awake."

Salvatore Maroni

The Irish man held a gun to Y/n's head as Maroni's men circled him.

"I'll kill her, Sal."

Maroni looked livid, this mooch had a gun to HIS girl, in HIS bar. And the man thought he was gonna escape with his life?

"You shoot her, you'll never make it out that door." He said.

The Irishman laughed and pressed the gun to her back, pulling the trigger.

Y/n's eyes when wide, she could feel the hot liquid run down her back.

"S-Sal...I." She stuttered and fell to the floor.

The man pointed the gun at Salvatore and fired, the gun didn't shoot, it only jammed.

Maroni smiled and motioned for his men to grab him, Sal pickled her up and took her to the back and laid her down on the soft couch.

"Franky!" He yelled. "Get me a doctor, sul doppio!

Tears ran down y/n's face, she let out a quiet sob and rapped her arms around his neck.

"Shh shh shh. Don't cry, Tesoro. I'm not going anywhere, I'm staying right here with you."

THE END ❤️

(I hope you liked it. It's not my best work, but I've had covid for a while and haven't been in the right mindset to write stories. But I just decided to make this because I enjoy making Gotham villain headcanons.)

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vaporwavebeach-writes · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 1 (Pegging)

Victor Zsasz x Reader (NSFW)

(595 words)

Summary: You get rough with Zsasz, who seems to really enjoy it

Warnings/Tags: 18+, gender neutral reader, dom!reader, pegging, choking, rough sex, praise, biting, fluff at the end (if you squint)

Notes: Am I gonna be consistent with this for the whole month? Idk, but I sure will try LMAO anyway I love him so much, enjoy the fic!!

With a firm hand wrapped around his throat, Victor’s gasps became more choked out. The shameless moans and loud impact of your thrusts echoed off the walls.

“You like that?” You murmur. “You like being choked out while I fuck you?”

“Oh God, f-fuck…” His voice trails off into a tight grunt. “Yeah…”

“That’s what I like to fucking hear.” You snarl.

Loosening your grip around his neck, your other arm ghosts up to his shoulder, keeping his body flush against the wall. Victor Zsasz looked gorgeous like this. Your eyes traveled down his heavily scarred back, rich with a vast array of tally marks.

The marks not only served as a reminder to the number of his victims, but to his skill as a killer; his danger. To say that Victor Zsasz loves his job is an understatement. Every job he has ever had would be carried out meticulously. The painstaking detail of every cut and sharpness of every shot was thorough and methodical. The fact that he does it all with a genuine grin only further proves how truly lethal he is. He can truly take out anyone, it can even be you. However, watching him become utterly spineless as you continue to fuck him dispels the thought of you becoming one of his marks out of your mind.

His arm flies back to steady himself on you. His breaths are heavy, enthusiastic. You can feel him shudder as you drift kisses down his arm.

“God, you’re beautiful.” You whisper in between kisses. “I love seeing you like this.”

Moving your mouth up his shoulders, you gently rake your teeth where his neck and shoulder meet. The threat is there. He sucks in a breath, looking back at you pleadingly; eyes dark and doe-like.

“D-do it,” He gasps shakily.

You chuckle lowly. Continuing to pound into him, your grip around his neck tightens. “Do what, Victor?”

“Fucking wreck me.” You can feel how desperately he holds onto you. Choosing to deny Victor would prove to be a bold move, considering that you know he would absolutely give you payback for it later. Deciding to be generous, you pick up the pace, fucking him roughly you know the way he likes it. Feeling coy, your other hand drops down around his cock. The added stimulation makes him practically melt. He moans wantonly, “Please?”

It’s like a switch goes off in your mind. “Of course,” you lean close to his ear. “Only because you asked me so politely.”

Victor is extremely vocal as you bite into the nape of his neck. You can tell he’s over the edge. His breath seems to pitch as he comes all over his stomach. You stay inside of him for a moment, giving him a moment to breathe before you pull out.

Victor lets out a soft groan. You gently guide him around over to face you. His body not only is covered in scars, but dripping with cum where he finished over his stomach, and a large, harsh-looking bite mark which now adorned his neck.

Tossing him a dampened towel from across the room, he chuckles as he cleans himself up.

“What are you laughing about?” You ask flirtatiously.

“Nothing,” He turns to you. “I just think it’s really hot when get rough with me,” he says matter-of-factly, shooting you a sly look. He saunters over to you, taking your cheek in his hand.

You roll your eyes, fighting the blush that currently finds its way spreading across your cheeks. You sigh before moving in to kiss him.

#kinktober #kinktober 2023 #victor zsasz x reader #victor zsasz x you #gotham x reader #victor zsasz smut #gotham smut #victor zsasz imagine #gotham imagine #victor zsasz #mia writes gotham!!!#mia writes batman!!!

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gothy-froggy · 2 years

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Raspberry

Jerome Valeska x reader (female, she/her)

Warnings : Fluff, not proofread (once more), Jerome being an ass,

Summary : While having a relaxing day eating raspberries, Jerome takes the last berry. Read really wants the last berry.

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Middle of the afternoon lays a tired woman. It was peaceful despite living in Gotham. The sun shining bright, the silence beside the faint moving cars and some honks. Silence, how unusual. Jerome wasn’t here. Either work dragged him away or the ginger was asleep. It’s rare for him to take a break from work and sleep in. Usually he was a early bird. The woman sat up. She reached for the remote and searched for some entertainment. Always wanting peace yet when it comes, the noise is craved for.

A blanket landed on her lap. Feeling the faint warmth it provided before placing a bowl of raspberries on top. She stared out the large window. So many tall buildings and lights were seen. Groceries began to become a top priority quickly. She dozed off while looking out the window. The TV and the cars were now muffled, unclear. What wasn’t unclear was a groan from a certain person.

The ginger haired man slowly came around the corner. He rubbed the sleepiness from his eyes, or at least tried. His hands covered by his sleeves as one rested on his cheek. His eye lids barely open.

“Hello sleepyhead.” The greeting made his face form an irritated expression. He turned at a clock. Mid afternoon, great. Jerome let out a huff while stumbling over to the woman in the couch, forcing her legs over his lap.

“A day off and decided to just lay on the couch all day?” He grinned.

“A day off and decided to just sleep all day?” She snapped back.

His grin grew wider. His eyes flickered at the bowl. She swung her legs off his lap and sat up, sitting up at the other end. She was too far away for comfort. He pulled her close by the waist. He left his hand on the edge of the bowl, keeping the other around her waist.

“What do we have here?” His voice was still a bit raspy and soft. The tiredness still overpowered him. It was clear.

“Just some raspberries.”

“They’re almost gone.”

“I’ve been eating them.”

“And barely left any for me.” The redhead grunted. He knew that she knew what he was going to do next. It was too late. Jerome snatched the rest of the berries and started dropping them into his mouth one by one. He hummed, turning into a soft chuckle as he looked back at the poor woman.

She was clearly annoyed. She didn’t say anything. She only stared him down as he dangled the last raspberry around in his hand. After a while she reached over to grab the berry, just barely missing it. The ginger laughed before popping it into his mouth. He only smirked at her.

“You know what? That’s it. I’m done-”

She began to stand up. But getting up wasn’t an option. Jerome pulled her back down on his lap and pressed his lips against hers. Her gasp made things easier. His hand slithered into her hair. The other did its job by keeping her close. Finally pulling away, he kept his famous mischievous grin on his face. It made him look like an idiot. It grew as the puzzled look on the woman’s face grew, quickly turning into shock when she finally realized what had happen. He slipped the raspberry into her mouth. Jerome’s signature laugh filled the silence. He kissed her cheek. His hand gently forcing her to turn his way.

“We need more raspberries.”

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#gotham #gotham x reader #jerome valeska #jerome valeska x reader #gotham tv #gotham series #edward nygma x reader #jeremiah valeska #jeremiah valeska x reader #victor zsasz #victor zsasz x reader #jerome valeska x you #gotham x you

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gothamitelove · 2 years

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heyo, i was wondering if i could request victor zsasz from gotham with a gender neutral s/o that gives him lots of compliments/praise. i feel like he’d love that stuff even if he doesn’t know how to react all the time. thank you, i love your zsasz imagines!!!

ofc, anon! i'm really glad you like my stuff! <3

zsasz is very into this. i mean, who doesn't like hearing about how great they are, right?

bonus points if your compliments are completely unrelated to his job. zsasz is good at killing people, and he knows it. everyone knows it. but when you tell him you appreciate something about him that's completely unrelated, well, he gets a little (a lot) mushy inside.

it's not that he doesn't love to hear how great he is at his job- of course he does. but that's pretty much all he ever gets, you know?

it just makes him feel nice <3

of course, this could very easily escalate into a "no you're really good at *whatever it is you've complimented him on*" bit because he's a bit of a kid and thinks it's hilarious

this is. so sweet honestly??? thanks for requesting, anon! have a good day bestie

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justsomerandomfanfic · 1 year

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DC Masterlist

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howl-fantasies · 2 years

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A/N - Immaturity level 9000. Y/N and Zsasz are two grown children who, sadly, have access to a whole armory. Can't end well. Never.

Imagine, Y/N and Victor having an argument, Zsasz stopping her in the middle of her rants because he had to leave for a mission in which he had to kill Jim. He would left her only with the irritating "discussion isn't over."

Later in town, he would finally found the perfect spot to hide and place his riffle. He would aim, and shoot.

Only to see a tampon flying out of his canon and hitting Jim on the back of his head.

Gordon would jolt and howl in pain, looking around to find the "cotton bullet" on the floor just next to him. "What the fuck?!"

He would turn just in time to see this :

Victor learnt that day to never cut Y/N in the middle of a sentence. It wasn't polite and she hated rude people. (The irony knowing her.) Oh, and to always check his bullets after spending time with her.

Jim would learn months later from Zsasz when he paid him a visit in his flat that the only reason he survived that day was because of the immaturity of his scorned wife. And because the contract was canceled a few minutes after the tampon incident.

#gotham #gotham imagine #gotham x reader #gotham fox #victor zsasz #victor zsasz imagine #victor zsasz x reader #gotham fandom #gotham villains #jim gordon imagine #jim gordon x reader #gotham x you #gotham villain x reader

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