#victor zsasz smut

[vaporwavebeach-writes]

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!!!!

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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!!!

[cemetarywoman]

making out with victor zsasz hcs? what would he be like?

YESSS I LOVE THAT I FINALLY GOT A GOTHAM REQUEST!!!

Making out with Victor Zsasz headcannons

-hes lowkey such an asshole like ofc hes fun to make out with, but hes the BIGGEST tease

-Bro will make it seem like hes about to kiss you then pull away so that you have to chase him

-and hes got the biggest smirk on his face afterwards

-he just loves seeing how bad you want him🤭

-Making out with him can definitely get pretty messy, he LOVES making your lips all wet with his spit cuz hes annoying like that

-keeps his hand on your throat the whole time🫣

-and he’ll occasionally tighten his grip just to drive you crazy

-I feel like he would love to have you on his lap while you kiss (beware that if you sit on his lap he will make you grind on him🫢)

-but if you dont like being on his lap he has absolutely no problem making out in any position that makes you comfortable, hes very good at adapting to things you enjoy

-a lot of people think that he would be selfish and sadistic and i think that he would be if you were only hooking up, but I personally think that he would be more gentle towards you if you’re actually dating rather than if you were just hooking up (but obvi he can be rough too!)

-LOVES LOVES LOVESSSSS LEAVING HICKEYS ALL OVER YOU

-hes possessive and it makes him so proud that you’re willing to walk around with his marks all over you

-Can and will hold your wrists down if you’re being super touchy (he does it to tease you ofc)

-he does not give a single shit if anyone’s catches you guys making out, if anything he gets more into it. He get so into it that whoever walked in on you gets uncomfortable and leaves😭

-and he’ll laugh his ass off after they’re gone because hes so silly like that

#gotham x reader #victor zsasz #victor zsasz x reader #victor zsasz smut #gotham smut #gotham fanfiction #gotham victor zsasz

[i-smoke-chapstick]

‘THE VALLEY, [hard kinks! hcs]

-GOTHAM!VILLAINS X READER-

⋆ Characters ↬ Oswald Cobblepot, Victor Zsasz, Edward Nygma, Jerome Valeska, Jervis Tetch

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; hard and unusual kinks hcs with the gotham villain men

⋆ tags/warnings. GOTHAM!villains x female reader. PURE PORN like this is absolutely filthy and descriptive. Some of these are probably too creative and WAY out of character, but oh well. I need to practice my smut writing skills and what better way to do it then with some short scenarios of our boys ? HARD KINKS (all of them are too kinky for there own good) sadomasochistic sex warning for victor and jerome,,, and (sort of?) non-consensual hypnosis warning for jervis, somnophilia and bondage warning for ed. controlling and degrading behavior.

𝛰𝑆𝑊𝐴𝐿𝐷 𝐶𝛰𝐵𝐵𝐿𝐸𝑃𝛰𝑇

♫ “Obey, like I’m your master babe.” The Valley by Miguel

He has a habit of leaving in the mornings. He’s a gangster, a crime lord. He loves his job…you think. But it’s hard. Especially seeing him go. Which is why when the two of you fuck, he makes it worth your while.

Yes, he’s shy. He despises indecency. He doesn’t fuck, he makes love. At least, that’s what he likes to think, so you let him.

But you know better. Oswald can’t control anything about himself. The man is impulsive and spoiled. And when he wants you to feel something, you feel it. For better or for worse.

Which is why when he’s awfully pent up and sexually frustrated, you reap the benefits of the king of gotham’s cock pistoning into you. He needs to feel wanted. He needs the two of you to feel loved. He thinks the two of you are sweetly and slowly fucking in his mind. But in reality?

His thick length is hammering into you, selfishly ignoring your pleas. No, he gets drunk on them. Even if he doesn’t want to admit how obscene he’s being.

You’ll feel his sticky tip align with your pussy. He means to enter you slowly, but before you know it, he’s letting himself go. Every inch of his cock is filling you up, taking you in. His eyes are rolling back as he feels you clench around him, and he tries to push all the more unsavory thoughts out of his head.

Thoughts of you tied up. Worshipping him. Unable to resist him. Thoughts of you riding his thighs, while he gives the order to shoot someone dead. The idea of you bending to him, being a good servant. Kissing his shoes, groveling and kneeling. Degrading you.

His fingers sink into the fat of your thighs and ass, clawing at any part of you he can grasp.

His mother taught him better, he reprimands himself. But how can he stay composed and loving when you look at him like he’s the only man in the world?

Oh, he wants to make you feel good, loved, and have this be an act of intimacy. It’s what he was raised to believe sex was for. But he also wants you on your knees, choking on his length, collared like a dog.

𝑉𝐼𝐶𝑇𝛰𝑅 𝑍𝑆𝐴𝑆𝑍

♫ “I wanna fuck like we're filming in the valley.” The Valley by Miguel

Victor is always upfront with what he wants. And he’s been around the block one too many times. He’s fucked around quite a bit. He’s a ladies man, what can he say?

Which is why vanilla sex is entirely boring to him. Well, maybe not entirely. Not with you.

But theres something so special about mixing physical pain, his sole desire, with you, his other sole desire. It’s his lifes work, meeting the love of his life. What’s not to like?

Which is why he blunty suggests the idea. And boy is he glad he did.

A phone camera is pushed into your face while he records everything. The sloppy noises of your pretty pink mouth slipping and sliding around his cock.

It’s not just any homemade porno either, no. It’s a borderline snuff film.

He films himself slotting his cock into your swollen lips, one hand recording, another hand on a pistol pressed firmly against your head while you choke on his cock. The gun isn’t loaded of course, at least, you don’t think it is.

If the gun is loaded, you’re sure he’s playing a dangerous game with himself. Testing his own capabilities. He’s the best of the best, and his fingers are placed firmly on the trigger. If he loses control or focus for even a moment, you could never see the light of day again. Each time he cums is like a self-made test for himself, an ego trip. He’s excercising the greatest control not to accidentally pull the trigger and pop your top.

You’re spitting wildly, tears and saliva and cum mixing on your face. You’ve been sucking him off for what feels like hours, playing this game, and it’s still not enough. No, the man could live his whole life with your face inbetween his thighs. You have no clue what round you’re on.

“There you go…sweetness. Uh-huh…take it.” He’ll press the gun further into your temple, talking down to you slowly. It’s awfully demeaning.

He never shuts the fuck up during sex. This is no exception. His dry humor persists in every word, even as his gun comes into contact with your fucked out wet face, or a blade slices through your sweet soft thighs.

He’s doing close-up shots of every cut he makes on your skin. He marks the both of you, respectively. He keeps the videos in his pocket for later. Y’know, just in case you aren’t there, and he needs something to jack off to. He’s a manwhore, and he can admit it.

He’ll ask to show the videos to Wendell. Just so he knows Victor wasn’t lying about his girl being a total catch.

𝐸𝐷𝑊𝐴𝑅𝐷 𝑁𝑌𝐺𝑀𝐴

♫ “I wanna taste your sweat, force my fingers in your mouth.” The Valley by Miguel

Oh, Eddy. Ever the show man. Oddly enough, I think he has the dirtiest mind and the highest sex drive out of everyone on this list. In the words of CMS, "He loves donuts and getting laid." You're no exception babe.

Similarly, he isn't the kinkiest when he's at the GCPD. The poor baby is so vanilla; so eager to please. If you want a man to put your needs above his own? Look no further. Eddy is your guy. But similar to Ozzy, the man grapples with control. How can he resist when your small sleeping body looks so innocent? So willing?

You wake up to him pumping his dick deep into your hole, groping your breasts and ass, hips plowing harshly into your stretched cunt. He wants to apologize, for waking you. He feels bad of taking advantage of you. But it's your fault. The man is a little bit of a creep and has gone his whole life without pussy. What did you expect?

That being said...when he undergoes his transformation of sorts? It's like he has something to prove, to you and himself. Riddler baby is tired of hiding in the shadows, no, it's show time. If you thought the somnophilia was kinky, you've seen nothing yet.

Season 3-4 Ed is desperate to dominate you. Claim you in every way. Prove to himself that you're not going anywhere. It's a deep seated need to exert control, with a touch of dramatic flair.

Which is why, from time to time, especially on special occasions, you'll wake up from being drugged, ball-gagged in a warehouse, tied to a chair, moaning around a vibrator overstimulated against your cunny. He'll watch the whole show, pleased with his handiwork.

Might even turn it into a game. How many riddles can you answer? Maybe if you get one right, he'll let you cum. And if you don't get one right, prepare to be in for a long, long night.

Ed's pushing his thick long fingers into your tight little pussy, watching your cream spread along his fingertips. He'll force his fingers in your mouth, making you taste yourself. Making you taste what he's doing to you.

He's giggling while he does so, smile wide while you gag around him. Oh, this will be fun.

𝐽𝐸𝑅𝛰𝑀𝐸 𝑉𝐴𝐿𝐸𝑆𝐾𝐴

♫ “lips, tits, clit, sit.” The Valley by Miguel

Would it be too brave to go on record to say the mans a virgin? I'm sorry, but he didn't get any pussy in that carnival.

Which is why he's incredibly sex starved. The man is feral. Hungry. He fucks you like a dog in heat half the time. You're his own personal pocket pussy, who will love him no matter what.

So when he tells you to do something, you better do it.

For instance, when he tells you to sit on his face, he means sit. No hovering. No, he wants the entirety of your weight in his mouth so he can tongue fuck you into oblivion.

He's wildly gripping at you, laughing like a mad man as he keeps you in place firmly. He's digging into your cunt with his tongue like a man whose getting his first lick of pussy. He's slapping your ass, letting you ride his face like a cowgirl.

He'll slap your sopping cunt. He'll spit in your mouth, on your face, on your pussy. He loves everything feral and sloppy. And for his own good, the man can't shut up. He loves some good dirty talk.

"Hah! There you go, doll. You want it raw? You do, don'tcha? Naughty, naughty girl." Excuse his breeding kink. "Should just pump you right up with my cum. Get you all messy. Cream-pie you riiiiiiight here," He cackles, hand hovering over you're lower stomach.

He likes seeing your face contort in pleasure and pain when your thighs scratch the staples on his face.

Oh, he's a biter. Your thighs might be bleeding by the time he's done, biting hard enough to break skin. You'll yelp in pain and it will spur him on, like you're his own personal show to watch.

God, please hit him back. Slap him. Push him around. He adores it- the two of you fucking like wild animals, clawing and at each others throats, all the while his girthy length his pounding into your sweet tight hole.

𝐽𝐸𝑅𝑉𝐼𝑆 𝑇𝐸𝑇𝐶𝐻

♫ “Tell me that you love it darling." The Valley by Miguel

Jervis has a very deep seated need to have you close to him. To have you bonded with him. He's obsessive, clingy, stalkerish. And he loves a good old fashioned Victorian flirtation. But god, he gets tired of waiting.

He's a gentlemen through and through. But even gentlemen have needs. And when he sees you in that light blue dress he bought you, pussy peaking out through the short skirt? Or how you lick your lips when the tea he makes you dribbles down?

He'll have to take what he wants eventually.

He knows you'll say yes. Even though the two of you have never talked about sex. No, you're his Alice. His willing little girl. Why would you ever say no to him? And he's right. He could ask, and you would probably say yes.

But, just for a precaution...Can't have you running off like the white rabbit, can he?

It will be late night after the two of you have tea. And he'll pull out his pocket watch. And before you know it, you'll be pinned on top a table, dress pooling between your legs, pulling on his hair against your will.

It's a sight he will never sick of. His sticky ropes of cum dripping, tainting the dress he'd bought you. It trickles down from your spine. You'll be too fucked out to walk the next day, and you won't even remember why.

He takes you, ignoring your pleas and whines of overstimulation. He'll continue to stuff his cock inside you until he feels pity for you.

Hypnotizing you while he's balls-deep inside of you, messily thrusting as he tries to concentrate. "You love this. Tell me you love me. Tell me you love this." His words scramble as he comes undone himself, letting your mind wash over and speak the words against your will.

If somehow you piece two and two together, the cum stains on your dress- and the feeling of being stretched out the next morning...assure him he doesn't have to hypnotize you.

Or let him keep it up. It's more fun for him this way.

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[samantha-rae-velcher]

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

DC

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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[lunar-knight84]

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

[anindecisivespirit]

Summary: Oswald needs to forget his troubles. Victor is eager to assist.

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How would Harley Quinn (Suicide Squad) fall in love with Victor Zsasz (Gotham TV)? Here's how.

Title: The Hit | Relationship: Victor Zsasz (Gotham TV) x Harley Quinn (Suicide Squad)  | Rating: Explicit  | Words: Part 1/3 (7,655 Words) | AO3 Link |

Synopsis: Harley Quinn (Suicide Squad), fed up with mistreatment from The Joker, sets off to start a new life. Little does she know, her journey turns upside-down when Victor Zsasz (Gotham TV) is hired to catch her. Despite their initial differences, they find common ground and form an unlikely romance - one that might likely be the death of them The Joker finds out. Slow burn romance.

I.

"Hey, Jess, can you serve that man over there? He gives me the creeps," my colleague whispers.

I turn to where she is pointing and barely contain my gasp when I meet black eyes fixed on mine. Are those eyes staring directly at me, or am I seeing things?

His lips curve up into a smile, and his right hand gives me a quick wave with his fingers. Panic immediately overcomes me. I spin around, trying to locate my colleague to convey my refusal to take on that one table - to insist I won't switch. But it's too late; she has already gone to serve my three-top table, leaving me stuck with the one-top.

Taking a deep breath and straightening my apron, I grab a small tray, pad, and pen, then steadily head toward the gentleman. I do my best not to meet his eyes, but I can still feel them studying me, waiting for me to get closer.

When I arrive at his booth, he looks up at me with a smile. "No Susan today?" he asks, though I'm certain he couldn't care less if my colleague served him.

Piercing black eyes stand out the most—not his clean-shaven bald head, lack of eyebrows, mischievously handsome face, or the smirk that graces his lips. It's those eyes, dark pools into the abyss, watching me and studying me very intently. A shiver runs down my spine. The prickling feeling on my neck is my body and intuition telling me this is no ordinary patron.

"I'm your waiter today," I say, then point at my name tag. "I'm Jess, nice to meet you."

He raises an amused non-existent brow, a lopsided smirk forming on his thin lips as I hold my breath in anticipation of hearing him. "Hello, 'Jess'," he says, raising an arm to wave, his voice sounding matter-of-fact.

My gaze is glued to his raised arm. The strong muscled arms, in a black button-up shirt under a black jacket with rolled-up sleeves, are covered in neat small tally marks, sending chills down my spine. I can't tear my eyes away as an old memory of someone talking about a man in Gotham who used tally marks to count his kills resurfaces. My heart races, taking every bit of willpower to push these thoughts aside and focus on taking his order.

"What can I get you?" I barely manage to choke out.

"Victor," he calmly replies.

"Excuse me?" I ask, taken aback.

"I'm Victor Zsasz, nice to meet you," he states confidently, as if revealing his name is enough to instill fear in me.

He baffles me with that statement, but I couldn't care less about who he is. I decide to placate him so I can get his order and get it over with. "What can I get you this lovely evening, Victor?"

The words pour from my lips, dripping with saccharine sweetness that earned me the top Customer Service award two times in a row. I give him my brightest smile, about to start listing the specials. But he speaks before I can.

His eyes bore into me as he says the words, "You can get me one Harley. Harley Quinn, to be exact."

My heart thuds in my chest as I stand paralyzed, facing Victor. He slowly leans back, stretching out both arms and revealing two guns tucked away under his jacket, calm and remaining in place with a smile on his lips. Fear courses through my veins as I battle between my fight or flight instinct. Flight wins the battle—I turn around and dash toward the bar crowd. Adrenaline pumps as my feet pound the wood floor in a desperate attempt to flee.

But I know it's too late; I'm found.

II.

I start packing immediately when I get home. Home is a small apartment on top of a Chinese Restaurant, a good several miles from the bar. I'm ready for something like this to happen. I change my clothes, throwing the brown wig off my head. I put on a hoodie and then a cap, hiding my blonde hair underneath. I grab my duffle bag, filled with clothes, IDs, wigs, my shotgun, and knives. I also take my pistol, hiding it in the pocket of my hoodie, keeping my hand on it just in case. With a deep breath to steady myself, I open the door ready to run out when I crash right into the arms of Victor Zsasz.

“Hello,” he greets me like we are friends, pushing his way in as I back away.

In a quick, swift movement, I have my pistol pointed right at him. He has his two pointed right back.

“That’s not nice,” he feigns disappointment.

“This isn’t either!” I pull the trigger, and the pistol fires. The bullet hits him on the shoulder during his quick deflection. Before I know it, he is on top of me, holding me down, and my pistol brushes away far from my hands to the other side of the room. I kick and struggle, but his grasp on me is too powerful. It all happens so fast, and I feel my head bang against the wooden floor. A sharp pain courses through my head. The darkness takes over.

III.

I wake up, my arms and legs tied as I lay in bed. The ceiling is different, the sheets beneath me aren’t my own, and a further study of my surroundings tells me I am not at home anymore. This is some motel in the middle of nowhere.

I try to open my mouth to scream, but find I can’t, with duct tape over them. I wiggle about trying to see if I can free my hands and legs, but the zip ties make it impossible.

I am angry. Angry that I let myself lower my guard down. I got entangled with another psychopath, and this time I’m not sure if I can get out of it.

I look around and see Victor shirtless and stitching his wound in the bathroom. The door is wide open, and my position gives me a good view of him.

He is muscular, muscles chiseled on his pale skin. There are markings everywhere, mainly on his arms. They are tally marks in groupings of five, small but evident. I don’t bother to count because I know it is probably a count for how many people he has killed.

I am certain I’ll be a tally mark added soon.

“I can feel you staring daggers,” he calls out, not taking his eyes off of his shoulder he is stitching up.

He has that smirk again, I am certain of it. I can hear it through his voice, a nonchalant humorous tone, which unnerves me.

A string of curse words and threats stream out of my gagged mouth. It is met with him turning around to lock eyes with me, amusement all over his face.

I continue to struggle on the bed as I watch him.

He finishes sewing up his injury. It is clear the bullet had grazed his shoulder. I never was a good shot with pistols (give me a shotgun and a bazooka, and I’m golden).

He cleans the area around him meticulously; makes sure there isn’t blood anywhere. He then washes his hands and then splashes water on his face; dries it with a towel.

Victor walks out of the restroom, shirtless, only wearing his black slacks. He has scars all over his chest, from bullet wounds, knives, and whatever else. Lower on his abdomen is a long slash and scar, the scar a lighter color than his already pale skin. I don’t even want to know how he survived such a ghastly wound.

I continue to curse until I’m out of breath and result in giving him the nastiest of stares. Victor ignores me as he throws on a black long-sleeve button-up, and his holster which had his guns and knives. Again he is very meticulous and neat in his ways.

It is another thing for me to add to my long list of dislikes about this man. Why couldn’t he be like other goons, who were crass, unintelligent, and predictable? Those I could handle. But this man, he is unlike anyone I’ve met.

I get the sense that no attempt at using my sexuality to get close and then disarm him would work.

“Don’t worry,” he says to me as he stands by my bedside, peering down at me. Those dark, black eyes show interest and curiosity, and something else. His facial expression remains neutral until he smiles at me.

I feel his cool hands touch my bound hands. I try to move away from his touch, but to no avail as I feel him check my wrists as if to see if they are cutting into them. He does the same for my legs, which I try to use to kick him. That doesn’t work, and any attempt is futile.

After my attempt to hit him by flailing about failed, I find myself breathless. I want him to get angry, to react so that he’d be vulnerable, and I can find some way to get out. But he doesn’t do any of that. He studies me for a moment, his arms crossed in front of him.

In that moment, as I catch my breath, my stomach lets out a loud growl which catches his attention. It is my body telling me how hungry I am. How embarrassing, that my body betrayed me to show just how weak I feel.

“Ah,” Victor chuckles as if my grumbling stomach was the equivalent of a vocal exchange.

I watch as he gives me a final look, then saunters out of the room without a word.

While he is away, I am able to get myself off the bed (or fall off of it ungracefully, to be exact). I figure that if I maneuver myself, I’d somehow be able to find a way to get out of my bounds and get the fuck out of there, or at least find something to injure him with.

Those plans go out the window, however, when shortly after he returns with a handful of granola bars and bottles of water.

The sight of me lying face up on the floor doesn’t seem to bother him, as he saunters into the room and places the food on a nearby table.

“Doesn’t look that comfortable,” he says as he crouches down to me. He looks amused at my predicament, and leans forward to brush the fallen strands of my blonde hair out of my eyes. I jerk at his touch, but it only causes him to keep my head steady to continue to look up at him.

“We probably should go over ground rules.”

He picks me up with ease and flops me down to sit on the bed, my back against the headboard.

“First, Don’t think you can get away. You won’t. Second, no hard feelings. I’m just doing a job. I got the hit, if I like it, I take it. Joker put a decent penny on you, so…. Third, I will kill you. What kind of hit man doesn’t finish a job?”

That smile again. If I could, I would shoot it right off his face.

“But first? I’m going to make sure you eat something. It’s a long drive back to Gotham, and someone is anxious to see you, Harley Quinn.”

It is worse than I thought, although I shouldn’t have been surprised. Of course, Joker wouldn’t let me go. 6 months of peace was too good to be true, living with a new identity and building a life for myself.

Mr. J just had to have what he couldn’t, even though he was the one who broke it off. So now he wants me back, but this time to be killed.

What an asshole.

“If I can’t have you, then no one can, my sweets.” He would say that to me in the past when he thought my eyes lingered, and he’d follow it with a rough choking of my throat which I didn’t mind. But that was the old Harley. I’m not that Harley anymore.

Knowing Joker’s penchant for dramatics and torture, I have the feeling he’ll get me to Gotham, torture me until I’m begging to die and that’s where Victor Zsasz comes in.

Fuck fuck fuck.

IV.

Victor Zsasz is the oddest man I’ve ever met. That’s a lot to say when you count my years with Joker.

I can’t quite read him; he is a walking anomaly. When I expect him to be rough and uncaring, I find him gentle and caring… in a “I’m a hitman, you’re my hostage and I’ll kill you, but need to keep alive for now” kind of way.

He feeds me granola bars and doesn’t mind my multiple attempts to bite his hand off. He simply shrugs it off, then offers the granola to me again until I end up eating it. Anyone else would have slapped me silly and probably drawn blood. But not Victor. He even asks how I want my water, “Bubbly or still?” My first thought is “Are you fucking serious?” before nodding towards the Guava flavored La Croix can, which he opens and places a straw on for me to sip. That continues on throughout our journey, the days-long drive to Gotham.

During the drive, as I lie bound and gagged in the backseat with a blanket over me so I won’t be seen, I am forced to listen to his choices of National Public Radio, obscure news and financial podcasts, in between 1950s music, heavy metal, and classical music. It is to the point that I find myself even enjoying the variety before it dawns on me that this is a person hired to kill me! I won’t lie though; it is nice to have completed all 3 episodes of one of his true crime podcasts.

But I digress.

“That is riveting, isn’t it?”

He asks me after the podcast ends, like we are good friends about to have a debrief. Too bad, one of us is bound, but he doesn’t seem to care. “I guessed it was the overly friendly neighbor from the start. I mean, come on, who the hell has such a huge knife collection? Right?”

I roll my eyes. I’m sure he is aware of how annoyed and irritated I am by his bizarre and odd personality for a hitman.

I curse out loud, which comes out completely muffled.

He takes it to me saying, “Sure, let’s start the next season!”

And with a click, I hear the podcast announcer’s voice…

And I have no choice but to listen.

I need a break from imagining all the ways I plan to hurt him and Mr. J when I get myself out of here.

V.

We are one day away from Gotham, from what I gather, and are rested in a motel in the middle of nowhere. A desert wasteland surrounds us, with nothing but cacti and Joshua trees, at least that is what I can make out through the tiny window vent in the bathroom when I shower.

Another odd thing to add to the list about my captor… he actually lets me refresh myself with a shower and use the restroom in peace. When I say peace, I mean in a “your hands are tied, the bathroom door is open, good luck and washing yourself” kind of way.

The door remains open to the bathroom as I stand there naked, washing the grime and blood from my face and body. I glare at him and curse him with what feels like empty threats, even though he makes no move to do anything sexually inappropriate to me. For all I know, I feel like a piece of dried toast he is looking at. His dark eyes are unreadable.

When I am done, he tosses a towel to me and points at a set of new clothes he gives me. They are black leggings, a gray long sleeve, and a black cap. He apparently tosses out my original clothes minus the shoes. Makes sense since they are bloodied and grimed, and are my uniform from my job at the bar.

I am surprised Joker doesn’t ask that I wear my Harlequin costume just for shits and giggles when I get handed back to him. It would have been something; he would have called with glee like I am a present of some sort tied up in a pretty little bow just for him.

After I shower and dress, we go through the same ritual of the previous couple of days. He makes sure my bindings are intact, makes sure I’m fed, and subdues me when I once again try to get out and kick and scream as hard as I could with no luck. He is too strong, and sometimes it feels like he knows exactly my next move before I do it. After the bustle of my failed attempt to attack him and get away, I lay there frustrated and exhausted, tears stinging my eyes, and I watch him undress to take his shower.

Victor undresses in front of me. He has no shame at all, uncaring whether I see him or not.

He takes his clothes off, neatly folds them to a table nearby, and I watch as his chiseled features and tight muscular form move to stretch as he goes in to take a shower. It’s a quick shower, but I still manage to get a look at his body… it’s either that or close my eyes. It doesn’t hurt to know what I am dealing with.

He truly is a man with many scars. A quick exit from the shower and a walk out, fully naked in his form as he has a towel on his neck, gives me ample view of what he looks like below the waist. Hard muscle, tight abs, and he is pleasing and well endowed.

Whoa. Hold on.

I shake my head and shut my eyes when he notices me stare, but not before I catch his smirk.

“Maybe in a different time, we could have been friends, right?”

I shake my head, trying my best to ignore the warmth that is coursing through me at the sight of him. Did Stockholm syndrome kick in after only a few days? I pray it didn’t, and that whatever I am feeling isn’t some screwed-up attraction I am having for him.

“Oh, Harley, baby, what if you just like men who teeny tiny want to kill you?” A voice in my head says. I tell that side of myself to shut up and die, and so thought it did… until that night.

That night we rest in the motel room, me tied to the bed, Victor on a chair facing me and watching intently. I’ve tried to stay awake and wait for him to sleep, but every time I fall asleep before him. It’s making me wonder if he drugged my bubbly water with something that knocked me out. Whatever it was, I fell into a deep and vivid sleep...

My eyes flutter shut as Victor's wet kisses dance along my neck, lingering and exploring the curves of my collarbone. He takes one pert nipple between his lips, suckling and licking as his strong hand cups the other. His gaze is intense as he switches attention to my other side, lavishing devoted attention to that sensitive tip. I moan and run my fingers through his clean-shaven head, urging him down further with my hands. His smirk intensifies as he catches me looking and teases me by tugging my left nipple gently between his teeth. Unable to resist, I arch my back towards him in pleasure.

Victor's lips are soft and gentle as they move down my stomach, sending shivers of pleasure through me. His hands tug down my bright pink panties, revealing my glistening center. He licks his lips, clearly anticipating what is to come.

I gasp in pleasure as his tongue swirls over my folds, tasting my sweetness hungrily. His mouth envelops my clit and I arch against him, tightening my grip around his head and shoulders as wave after wave of pleasure cascade through me.

He continues to please me, pushing me closer and closer to the edge with each flick of his tongue and movement of his fingers inside me. My hips rock against him as I feel myself careening into a state of pure erotic bliss. His mouth and tongue work tirelessly until finally, I let out a moan and fall over the edge. "Hmm...Victor..."

My eyes shoot open. Oh god, that was...hot... and so vivid. 

I pray that I didn’t moan in my sleep as I look around and catch Victor sitting on the corner of the room, sharpening his knives. It doesn’t seem like he notices my erotic dream, and why would he? That, of course, changes when he finally looks up from his work and meets my gaze.

He smirks at me.

“I hope you had sweet dreams and got rest,” he winks at me. My breath hitches, at the thought that I may have moaned in my sleep, which I prayed to all the gods above wasn’t the case.

“We’ll be heading out soon,” he says.

Thank goodness.

VI.

It all happens so fast. One minute, Victor is gassing up the car in the middle of nowhere, and the next, I hear gunshots and yelling. I don't know what's going on, but one thing's for sure – I'm totally and utterly screwed if I don't get out. I think about the reality of attempting to break my hand to get out of the ties, dislocating a shoulder, or— who am I kidding? I try all of that to no avail because somehow Victor Zsasz knows precisely how to prevent me from getting any success in that.

Before I can think about my impending death, I feel the car open and rough hands pulling me out of the vehicle. I thrash and try to kick as much as I can, make contact with something, and then still find myself hoisted up in large arms and thrown on the dirt ground. I cry out in pain as I fall face-first. Luckily, the moment causes the gag in my mouth to loosen, and I can push it down my chin. I then turn my body to look at the man before me.

"Well, well, if it isn't Harley Quinn. I'll make this quick doll. Joker wants your head and my men, and I want that money..."

The thug draws his gun and positions it in front of me, pointing straight at my head. I don't realize it, but tears fall from my eyes as my life flashes before me, and I pray it will be quick like he said. Everybody does anyway, and perhaps that's my time.

"Tell Joker I think he's a fucking ass—"

Bang! A loud gunshot and the sound and the feel of blood splattering across my face stop me. In slow motion, I watch, horrified, as the body of the thug comes tumbling down towards me, and I miraculously roll over before he can thoroughly crush me. I can't get away too fast, so I'm pinned slightly by half on him on my shoulder. He's heavy as fuck.

I feel his blood still draining from the hole in his neck, and I feel like gagging. I try my best to shove his body off me, but to no avail, since my legs and arms are bound.

Then it hits me. Who shot this man? And I look up and see Victor leaning against his car, his gun in one hand and another holding onto his shoulder. He looks pale, and his eyes have a savage glint.

"You okay?" He asks, his eyes never leaving mine as he does a once-over of my situation. I nod, unable to find the words, as I break our eye contact and quickly glance around us.

The dirt parking lot is littered with dead bodies of thugs similarly dressed as the one on me. All are dead, bloodied, and their van parked close by is littered with bullet holes. Victor apparently did all this by himself. And he also saved me.

I look at him again, watch as he stumbles over to me, and heaves the body off of me. He helps me to my feet and, in the process, even leans on me a little. I can tell he's injured; a bullet wound to his shoulder or chest, maybe? I can't tell, but there isn't much blood, at least that I can tell from his black long-sleeve shirt.

I watch as he quickly retrieves a knife and cuts the cords around my feet but leaves my hands tied. Of course, he wouldn't let me go that easy. He damn well knows I couldn't run either, not knowing where I'd go, who was still out there heading our way. My injuries probably don't give me the benefit of making it out alive to begin with.

We stumble back to the car and slide down until he sits against it side by side, both breathing heavily and the effort of walking there. Him from his injury and lifting the large body off me, and me from having the wind knocked out of me and what feels like some sprain on my ankle. Luckily, I had the gag off and could breathe a lot better and speak now.

"Fuck!" The words come from my mouth, my comments in anger and frustration at my horrible situation. I'm sitting next to the hitman hired to kill me, who saved me and who Joker thought would be funny to put a hit on with me. What is this fuckery?

I hear a chuckle next to me, and I glare at the source. Victor rests his head against the car and closes his eyes.

"Joker is something else, isn't he? Putting a hitman on a hitman for his girl."

"I'm not his girl!" I yell back, "He thinks this is funny, that's why. The chaos of it all; the more people die, the better." I'm livid, my voice rising from hysteria. "If he can't have me, he'd rather I'm dead. Typical Mr.J— Joker."

He doesn't bother to look at me and simply chuckles again.

"Well, Harley Quinn, it's your lucky day."

His eyes open, and with a quick swift of his hands, he pulls out a switchblade and turns to me. My eyes widen. Is this it? Is this the way I die?

"Turn around. I'm setting you free," he says. I don't know how to react.

He places a hand under my chin to force me to look up at him and meet his intense gaze. "But don't fucking try anything. I can easily slit your throat and be done with it if you do."

"Okay," I whisper back.

With quick movements, he cuts the zip ties on my hands and cuts off the gag and tape that had initially covered my mouth, but it falls around my neck. I am finally free.

"That's it?" I ask when we both stand up, stretching our aching muscles.

He seems taken aback by the comment but ignores it as he walks around searching the pockets of the dead and gathering money, ammo, and weapons he sees fit. I am surprised he doesn't think about the likelihood of quickly shooting him dead with the gun close by. The thought enters my mind, but the oddity of the situation and the fact he saved me keep preventing me from doing it.

"Check the van over there; you might be able to take it," he says through gritted teeth as he stands up from searching for a body.

I look back there. Then, back at him. I see the fatigue setting in and his movement slowing. I make a move towards him instead, and in one swift motion, I see a gun pointed right at me.

"Really?" I ask, folding my hands. "Don't be an ass, I'm trying to help you."

"Don't need it," he grunts as he walks slowly to his car, and I follow next to him and hold him up before he trips forward. He doesn't decline it, and it's then that I feel the wetness of blood right near his upper back.

"I gave you a way out. I won't kill you. My contract with Joker is void after this shit he's trying to pull off."

"Okay, but I don't even know where the hell we are."

"Head that way," he moves his head to the right of us. "Gotham's there."

"I'm trying to get away from the evil ex, not run back to him!"

"Go wherever you like. Go before some more of Joker's goons come."

"What about you?"

"What about me?" he hisses as he shifts and clutches at his shoulder. Ah, it looks like it may have been a wound to the shoulder or maybe worse.

"Going back to Gotham right now is not a good idea if Joker is after you too," I tell him, examining him closely. He's already a pale man, but he looks more pale than ever. Is he injured anywhere else?

"Not your business. I'll go wherever I want," he says as he tries to push himself up to stand but struggles to do so.

"Where are you heading to? Look at you; you think you can drive like this?"

He glances at me with a curious look. "God, you're an annoying one. Maybe they're right when they say you've got a screw loose."

I am taken aback. "Excuse me?"

"Every other hostage would get the fuck away from their captor, but here you are trying to help yours and find out where they're going." He tries to get up again, then decides against it. He lets out a laugh and a hiss at the motion it caused. "What is it you want from me, Harley Quinn?"

"Maybe we can help each other."

"No."

"Hear me out!"

"No."

"I'll drive you wherever and help you until you're wherever you need to if it's not in Gotham. And only if you help me."

"Doesn't make sense. I don't need the help."

"You're not looking so good. Think you can drive to where you have to go without passing out?"

"Yes."

I watch him, annoyed at his stubbornness and the fact that, for some reason, a part of my brain thinks it might make more sense to have him as an ally for now, especially since he clearly is pissed off by Joker.

I throw my hands up in exhaustion. It was worth a try, and clearly, it didn't work. Do I do my best checking body after body for a key, gun, jacket, and cash I could use? I put on a jacket when, at a distance, I see dust on the ground a few miles away.

"Oh fuck! There's more coming!"

I hurriedly try to get a key anywhere, a gun and anything. They'd be here soon. "Where the hell is the key?"

"Harley, get in here!"

I turn around and see Victor as he grabs a key to one of the vehicles. I don't bother to ask questions as I get in, and he hurriedly drives the car out of the area so fast I think I'm going to be sick.

I look behind us as I see the dust clouds and cars begin to disappear in the distance. I keep looking, the window down and a gun on hand, ready just in case.

I give quick glances at Victor, who looks paler than before but seems determined and focused to get us on the freeway so it'd be harder to tail us.

"Tell me if you see them or anyone tailing us. And if they shoot, you shoot."

"Okay," I hear myself saying.

I watch and look, and minutes turn to half an hour, and soon I find Victor and me pulling over at an underpass, several miles away from the freeway, somewhere in the town of South Point, near the financial district of sorts by the look of it.

"Get out," he says.

"What?" Is this the end of the line?

"Need to switch cars, just in case."

I look around and notice several cars parked under the underpass and all the way down to the following streets.

I watch as he gets out quickly, and I follow suit. He opens his jacket to get some sort of tools, and I put my hand out to take them, and he does so in understanding.

"Let me," I say as I see a white sedan in front of us; not too bad and inconspicuous since they are prevalent everywhere. In a few minutes, I get the door open, and the car jump-started; I am thankful this model doesn't have any alarms since it's a basic car.

I look back and wait for Victor to get in, observing Release as he opens the door and joins me. I then wonder what kind of crazy I am when I could have just easily left him in the dust and driven away. But he saved you, a small voice in the back of my head tells me. Yeah, I've lost it.

"Where to?"

I give a once-over as he fastens his seatbelt. He is not looking good, but thankfully, he is still coherent.

I feel a nudge on my right side, and startled, I look down to see him pointing a gun right at me.

"Really?"

"Follow my directions, don't deviate, and we're good."

"You know I can just crash this fucking car and get this over with."

I hear him snicker beside me, and he gasps in pain. I watch as he places his gun back in his inside pocket, but I know damn well his hands are close enough to aim and shoot at lightning speed if needed. I don't think he trusts me that much.

"Drive straight, make a left."

VII.

"You have got to be kidding me, Zsasz. I say no visitors, and you bring me your hostage."

The woman in front of us—I read her name tag—Dr. Doris Bradley of Gentle Care Veterinary is clearly angry at Victor.

I plop down on the break room chair, too tired yet curious to keep my mouth shut and just watch the spectacle unfold.

Assassin brings victim to a small-town vet. The vet curses him out but checks our wounds anyway. Gives us meds. Let us stay the night. That's the gist of it. Makes for a ridiculous scene, like something out of a dark comedy.

We're in the back of a strip mall veterinary clinic, squeezed between a nail salon and a smoke shop. Who'd have thought?

It's not my place to say anything, though. I stay quiet as they argue and come to an agreement - Doc Bradley will patch us up as a favor to Victor.

"Look, you owe me!" Victor insists.

"Once you're patched up, you gotta leave," Doris replies.

"Give us at least a day to lay low here. I'm beaten, and those doggy pain meds are kicking in," he yawns.

Doris shakes her head in annoyance. "Ugh, fine. But only because I'm closed on Sundays."

"Yeah, yeah," Victor yawns loudly. "Let's get on with it."

The vet huffs but starts prepping to treat us.

Clearly, these two go way back for her to trust him in her office like this. We ain't her first non-pet patients, I gather.

She looks us over briskly, not gentle at all.

I watch in fascination as Doris treats Victor's wounds none too gently. She curses as she digs the bullet out of his shoulder. But he doesn't make a sound, gritting his teeth through what must have been excruciating.

My turn next. I get stitches above my eye and a cocktail of meds. I try to be as tough as Victor. But I can't help crying out and swearing as Doris stitches up my temple. Victor and Doris both chuckle at my outbursts, the jerks.

After patching us up, Doris shows us to a back room with a couch, TV, and fridge stocked with food and beer—a secret hideout in the vet's office. Victor explains places like this are common in Gotham for treating injuries discreetly. I realize Doris must have treated Victor before to trust him this much.

"It's nothing fancy, but it's safe. No one will find us here."

I guess if Victor trusts this doctor lady, I should too.

He grabs us water from the fridge and sprawls out on the couch, clearly beat.

I take a seat at the table, figuring I can sleep here. Victor needs the couch more with that bum shoulder.

With our injuries seen to, I study Victor as he lies shirtless on the couch, eyes closed. I take the chance to really look him over. Shirtless, bandaged, scars everywhere, but not the chaotic tally marks I expected. No, they're clean and precise, almost beautiful in their patterns. His body is crisscrossed with scars, but his infamous tally marks aren't chaotic like I'd heard. No, they march in neat, orderly rows down his arms and chest. Victor is meticulous in everything, even keeping count of his kills. Meticulous.

My eyes wander lower, down his muscular abdomen towards his—

"Rude to stare, you know," he startles me from my ogling. That smug smile lets me know he's onto me.

I meet his eyes, feeling flushed. "I wasn't staring!" I lie unconvincingly. "Just making sure your bandages aren't leaking."

I feel my cheeks flush as he leisurely looks me up and down with that roguish smile. "Uh-huh, sure."

I huff, annoyed that he's made me flustered.

He just grins. "Good chat." He goes back to resting with his arms over his eyes.

"You're infuriating," I tell him.

"Is there any way to talk to someone who saved you?" he asks.

"I saved you too, remember?!" I shoot back.

"Ah yes, thanks," he says casually.

"That's it?" I nearly scream in frustration.

He raises an eyebrow, amused at riling me up. "What else do you want? We're resting here, then going our separate ways."

His nonchalance bugs me. "You know I can't go back to Gotham," I say seriously.

"You'll figure something out," he replies. "Don't doubt you'll find a way far from there. Take the car tomorrow when you leave. You can get a good head start."

I'm shocked at his kindness but also suspicious. "What's in this for you?"

"Simple. I recoup, then plan my attack on Joker for violating our contract." He says this so matter-of-factly. Victor actually thinks he can take on Mr. J! Just because Joker double-crossed him on a job. The arrogance!

"What makes you think you can get to Joker?" I ask incredulously. "What do you expect to gain from going after him?"

"You ask a lot of questions," Victor sits up to look me in the eye. "How about we take turns? I'll answer if you answer my question first."

I nod, grudgingly admitting it's fair.

"What made you leave The Joker after all these years?"

I sigh, the hurt still raw. "He betrayed me. I sabotaged my heist so he could pull it off himself. I thought we were partners, but he just used me. When I tried to end it, he laughed in my face. Called me weak. Then, to punish me, he puts a hit on me, just because, what? I finally decided I'm not coming back, and I don't need him."

I wait tensely for Victor's reaction. Would he mock my relationship with Joker? See me as pathetic? But his angular face remains impassive. Victor seems to consider this.

"My turn again," I say quickly before I lose my nerve. "Don't you think going after Joker is suicide?"

"Maybe. But no one violates a contract with me, crosses me, and lives." Victor says this so calmly, so matter-of-factly. His ruthlessness makes me shiver.

Victor's casual disregard for his own life stuns me. "You'd risk death just for revenge?" I ask incredulously.

Victor smiles that dangerous, wolfish smile. "Who says I fear death? It holds no power over me."

I believe him. Victor fears nothing, not even Gotham's most deranged killer. That makes him either incredibly brave or utterly insane. Perhaps both. But I find him fascinating - a ruthless assassin with his own moral code.

Sensing my interest, Victor's gaze turns predatory. "Why does knowing what I do not frighten you away?"

I meet his burning stare boldly. "Because I'm a little crazy too."

The very air between us seems electric. This dangerous dance is just beginning...

Victor leans closer, eyes probing my core. "More than a little crazy, I think. You thrive on risk, like me."

I can't deny it. Recklessness courses through my veins.

Victor's voice drops lower. "Yet you're still letting Joker drive you away. Why let him retain that control?"

Victor's question catches me off guard. As much as I hate to admit it, he has a point - I'm still letting Mr. J dictate my actions.

"I guess...part of me is worried if I stay in Gotham, I'll get sucked back into his world again," I confess.

Victor nods thoughtfully. "Understandable. But running won't reclaim your power. You need to confront him head-on."

His confidence in me is empowering. I realize Victor is right - it's time to stop playing the victim.

"You know what? Screw Joker," I say defiantly. "I'm done being afraid. Gotham is my city, too, and I won't be driven out."

Victor smiles approvingly. "What will you do instead?"

I consider the question. Just staying put isn't enough. I need to make a bold move, show Joker he can't control me anymore.

A dangerous plan starts forming in my mind. "I'm going to hit him where it really hurts," I say slowly. "I'll destroy his precious Ace Chemicals - the place where he became who he is – and his main safehouse. I’ll destroy everything until he has nothing."

Blowing up Joker's monument would be the ultimate act of defiance. Victor's eyes light up with interest as I outline my idea.

"Interesting plan," he remarks. "I'd offer to help, but our end goals differ."

"What do you mean?" I ask.

Victor's compliment on my bold plan takes me by surprise. But his next words give me pause.

"I mean, our end goals don't fully align," he elaborates. "You seek to provoke the Joker by destroying Ace Chemicals and his safehouse. I intend to eliminate him permanently."

His casual statement of lethal intent sends a chill through me. I don't know yet if I plan to kill Joker. Maybe I've been in a codependent relationship for too long, forgetting to put myself first above Mr. J, even though time and time and again, he's put me in harm's way if it means he'd be positioned in a better position.

His eyes study me, and I feel like he can read my thoughts. I have to think fast.

"Maybe our goals aren't so incompatible after all," I muse. "Here's a thought - I'll blow up Ace Chemicals as a distraction for Joker. While he scrambles to respond, you can… do whatever you want to him."

Victor turns this over in his mind, eyes glinting. "A coordinated attack to divide his focus...intriguing."

Sensing his interest, I press on. "Just imagine it - Joker frantic over his precious factory in ruins, too distracted to notice the knife aimed at his back."

A slow, wolfish smile spreads over Victor's face. "His arrogance blinded me to the threat - I'll relish seeing his shock." He focuses back on me. "Interesting."

I grin, get up from the table, and walk towards him. I outstretch my hand, "Partners in vengeance?"

Victor grasps my outstretched hand, his touch electric, his lips curved in a smile, meeting my gaze intensely. "I haven't agreed yet. Let's talk tomorrow."

I'm taken aback by Victor's response. I had felt certain he would jump at the chance to take down Joker together. But he wants to wait until tomorrow to decide.

"What's there to talk about?" I ask, confused. "It's the perfect plan!"

Victor regards me steadily. "Perhaps. But we've both been through it today. Our judgment may be clouded."

I open my mouth to protest, but he holds up a hand. "You need rest, time to clear your head. As do I. We can discuss this with fresh eyes in the morning."

I sigh, seeing the logic in waiting even though my thirst for vengeance burns. "Alright, we'll sleep on it," I concede.

Victor nods, seemingly satisfied. He lays back down on the couch while I settle into an armchair, adrenaline finally draining away.

As I drift off, I think over Victor's caution. He's ruthless yet disciplined, unlike my more impulsive nature. We balance each other out.

Tomorrow, we will finalize our plans. But separately reflecting tonight showed wisdom. Victor's restraint reins in my wildness. Together, we would be unstoppable against Joker.

With that reassuring thought, I let sleep take me, dreaming of the coming day. And I wake up to the sound of Victor's low hum of an unfamiliar tune. He's sitting on the edge of his seat, staring at me with calculating eyes. The night has given him time to think, and now he seems more confident.

"I'm in," he says finally and folds his arms across his chest.

A smile spreads across my face as I settle back into my chair, ready for what is about to come next. "Alright then, let's do this."

End of Part I of III

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hi im bones and currently my biggest hyperfixation is gotham so what better way ti deal with it than writing ff!!!!!

the characters ill take requests for are oswald, ed, victor, jonathan, jerome and fish mooney.

ALSO I ONLY WRITE MALE/GN READER NOOOO FEM READER AT ALL ❌

i will also do ship requests like ed x oswald etc.

ill write smut/fluff and headcanons/imagines/drabbles

not writing incest/pedophelia/beastiality/piss/shit

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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!!

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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.

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Can you do Gotham!Victor Zsasz x reader where he gets jealous? And maybe it leads to smutty angry sex ;-)

‘YOU’RE MINE,

-GOTHAM!VICTOR ZSASZ X READER-

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; you’re his girl, only his.

⋆ tags/warnings. GOTHAM!victor zsasz x female reader. obsessive and possessive behavior. victors dry humor (sort of?) persevering through his jealousy. SMUT !!!!!! like, i went heavy with this one guys. SADOMASOCHISTIC SEX! victor marks reader. also, drama queen victor.

♫ “whistling like a bullet in the sky / you don’t talk to no one, don’t you look at nothing / no ones gonna use you up and break you the way that I do.” You’re Mine by Phantogram

He typically doesn’t get like this. No, he trusts you. And even if he didn’t- he stalks you every damn day. Has your phone password. Crashes your apartment and searches your drawers. And when he’s not keeping an eye out for you- one of the zsaszettes is. Y’know, just in case, he always adds- whenever you come home to him fiddling around your apartment or browsing your phone.

In reality, because he keeps tabs on you is WHY he trusts you. And so far, nothing has been out of the ordinary. You’ve been his loyal soldier- his girl.

Well, until percisley 10 seconds ago. He was doing his daily…night watch? Lurking on top of buildings, with a loaded sniper, the stake-out usual, watching you converse with work friends. Just like you said you’d be. Normal tuesday.

He just has to be clear. It’s his motto, yeah? And thankfully, it came in clutch for him tonight. He’s reminded of why he does this so frequently when he spots you out in the parking lot of your work, when a man comes behind you.

He zones in through the scope of the sniper, immeadiatley aiming it at this guys head. He’s about to shoot this creep, until you laugh.

Why the hell are you laughing? (Victor thinks only he should be the funniest person you know.)

He’s watching carefully through the scope, vein popping through his forehead. All he can do is clench his jaw.

He notices everything. The way the man gestures towards you, the way you two converse like two old pals. It gets a bit too much for victor when the man gently grabs your shoulder while the two of you laugh.

Immeadiatley, you hear the sound of boots on gravel, and turn around to see Victor. You and said work friend damn near scream.

Your male friend is looking on in horror, it’s VICTOR FUCKING ZSASZ.

You on the other hand, after the inital shock wears off, give a polite smile to victor.

“Oh- hey.” You chime, but stop in your tracks when you read his expression. No smile. And his gloved hand is gripped tight around a handgun in it’s holster- itching to be set free. You swallow.

“Out.” Is all he says to your friend- and he looks at Victor incredously. You feel yourself start to sweat.

Victor looks at the man, eye practically twitching. The man stays frozen in shock.

“PLEASE?” Victor suddenly harshly calls- rolling his neck and cocking his head. His eyes are opened fully, and you feel fear bubbling up in you.

You’re friend instantly runs off, and you visibly see victor’s hand around his gun relax. He turns to you, taking a deep breath.

In a strange fashion, he offers you his arm like a gentleman, and doesn’t say another word the rest of the walk home. You don’t find out the reason for his anger until much, much later…

The moment you two came home, you assumed he’d want a bite to eat, talk about what was bothering him. But apperently not. The second the door closed, he was pushing everything on your counter top down to the floor with a loud slam, man-handling you, pushing you on top, and kissing you until you had to force him away for air.

He’s deadly silent, not explaining himself. You want to ask why- but the moment he pulls away from your lips, he shoves two of his fingers in your mouth- making you suck on the flesh. You gag as he forces them deeper and deeper, tasting the rubber of his gloves. He doesn’t stop until his fingers are soaked in your spit, and shoves them into your cunt.

You’re practically mewling around his fingers, taken aback.

And now… you’re here. Your face is buried into the pillows, ass-up. You’re soaking wet, working toward your fifth orgasm. The previous four had all just been from his trigger finger fucking you out until all you could do was scream his name. Tally marks have been all but littered into you’re thighs and chest and back- bloody and raw from his blade. Typically he’d only make one cut each time he claimed you like this- but appearently it’s not enough. People need to know who you love.

No, now his cock is buried deep inside you. Messily sliding in and out of your swollen pussy, generously giving you every inch to clench around. You need to know who owns you. That you two own each other.

He replays the image of your work friend staring at him in surprise. Victor’s practically tweaking out…why haven’t you told anyone that you two are together? God, he’d fuck you in front of the whole GCPD if he could. And here you are, keeping him like a dirty little secret.

“No one’s gonna love you,” He growls out, punctuating each sentence with a thrust. It’s the first thing he’s said all night.

“No one’s gonna touch you,” Between your moaning and his groans, it’s almost inaudible.

“No one’s gonna look at you the way that I do.” Thrust after thrust he emphasizes his point, fingers tracing over the tally marks on your back to make you moan in pain. He needs to consume all of you.

You’re gasping, whining for him to slow down- and he only goes harder. Sex without pain for Victor is like food without taste. Every part of you aches, and every part of you feels fucking euphoric. You know the marks will scar in the morning, no matter how delicately placed. You assume that’s his goal.

You two cum together in an instant- fast and unprecedented. The sudden shockwave takes you both by surprise, feeling your pussy squeeze against his dick makes him finish inside you- and you feel the ropes of his cum flood into you. He fucks you through your orgasm, movements not stopping until he’s sure he’s satisfied every single spasm within you, and you’ve milked him for all hes worth.

“There you go, sweetness,” He groans gently, hands weakly pulling your hips to his. He slows to a stop, but doesn’t pull out.

Between the numerous light cuts littering your body and bruises from how tight he was gripping your thighs, you don’t even have the energy to scold him. No, you collapse into the mattress, letting him shift down next to you, his cock still inside.

Oh, he intends to sleep like this, you warming his cock. He grabs you to his chest, not letting you go. You feel the marks on you back sting as he shuffles behind you.

You’re too fucked out to say a word, and he simply gently kisses your knuckles. Man of few words.

You think he’ll be gone in the morning. But no.

He intends to stay until you and your body can’t remember the feeling of anything or anyone else.

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[samantha-rae-velcher]

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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[lawrites]

Sweet Thing (NSFW)

Gotham Victor Zsasz x Plus Size! Female Chef Reader

(Honestly is this kinda pwp that resulted from the once scene where Zsasz doesn't get a cupcake, making me feel sad and want to give him one?? Yeah...yeah maybe. Also @finniestoncrane and @riddle-me-ri have made me obsessed with Gotham rogues again so...thanks for that and for inspiring me to write again. 💙💙)

Warnings: some weight insecurities on the readers part (listen I have them so I'm writing them, shush), descriptions of reader's body, Zsasz probably being ooc, smut!!!!

It was...strange...in a way, this relationship you may or may not have with Victor Zsasz. You both work for Oswald Cobblepot, you as his private chef/patisserie and him as...well...one of the most dangerous killers in Gotham. It started when he scared you half to death the first time he snuck into your kitchen in the Cobblepot residence.

You were carefully simmering something on the stove, stirring and scraping the edges to make sure nothing burned, and you turned around to grab some salt only to see a man all in black staring at you from across the kitchen island, obviously well-armed.

You screamed and dropped the salt, of course. It's Gotham and you work for THE Penguin. You assumed the worst. But he just raised one eyebrow and smirked at you, his expression surprisingly...goofy for someone with at least 4 guns on him in plain sight. "Oh, no need to worry. I'm Victor Zsasz, we share the same boss."

You remember nodding, being immediately comforted as you did recognize the name. "Oh! Oh, I apologize for the reaction, Mr. Zsasz." You did your best to smile back shakily, which only made him grin wider. But then he looked behind you and raised his eyebrows, which reminded you where you were and what you were doing. You let out a slightly undignified squeak as you turned back to your reduction in worry, trying to see if anything had burned when you stopped stirring.

Relief flooded you when it was still perfect, and you called over your shoulder, "So what brings you to my Kitchen, Mr. Zsasz?" Waiting a few beats, you were met with silence, so you snuck a glance behind you only to see that he had left just as quietly as he came.

And that was the first time you encountered one of Gotham's finest killers.

Since then, you interacted with him at least once a week, if not every day, in almost the exact same fashion. He would quietly show up, (possibly trying to scare you again), stay for a bit to watch you cook, and then leave just as quietly. You started talking with him to pass the time, being met with vague, cryptic responses laced with occasional names for you. "Sweetheart" seemed to be his go-to, but he also loved "Honey." It was a bit awkward in the beginning...

"So Mr. Zsasz..."

"Sweetheart, call me Victor."

"Oh! Ok...Victor...any hobbies??"

"...crochet, actually."

...but you got into a rhythm eventually. Sometimes you would ask him for a prepped ingredient, a spice, or a measuring spoon if your hands were full.

You have convinced yourself that he must be trying to scare you again, because he loves quietly sliding up behind you and brushing up against your arms as he hands it to you with a softly whispered, "Whatever you say, Chef."

It DID make you let out another squeak the first time, which was met with a deep chuckle from him, but after that it started to create a different reaction. Your cheeks would flame as you would take the item you asked for--the cute names, his slight most likely accidental touches...all of them affecting you.

You do your best to tamper it down each time, not allowing yourself to even start down the path of hope. Being obviously bigger than what lots of men find attractive due to society's standards means that you have either met mainly men who were desperate or mean. It's not your fault, you sometimes really dig your body, you just can't seem to find anyone else who does.

You have no idea why he visits, but his conversations make your day better, so you don't want him to stop. And he doesn't seem to be showing up to frighten or taunt you anymore...you just don't want to let yourself believe that he would be into you. A tiny voice that you think is your conscience pipes up and says he also kills people for fun and profit, but you just remind it that you're in Gotham and honestly you could do worse.

Shaking your head to clear your thoughts a bit, you glance down at the oven. It's later in the day for you, after dinner has been done, and you are prepping desserts for tomorrow. Oswald has requested cupcakes, for some reason, so you are watching them to make sure they don't burn. Easy as they are to make, it wouldn't do to have the Penguin himself angry at you for any reason.

Taking out the tray, you check to make sure they are fully cooked before letting them cool and prepping the frosting. Humming along to the radio and swaying a bit, your thoughts drift back to Victor. He usually would have stopped by before this time, which means you probably won't be seeing him today. It does make your heart fall a bit, but you remind yourself that it shouldn't because he is just a...friend? Coworker? "Possible cryptid??" Your tiny conscious supplies.

You giggle to yourself as you imagine Victor creeping around the woods with Mothman. Shaking your head, you finish placing the frosting in your piping bag only to turn around and feel it slip from your fingers as the form of Victor appears closer than you would have expected. He catches the bag and grins at you, his usual serious countenance turning into something softer as he says "Woah, Chef, wouldn't want your hard work to go to waste."

You place a hand on your forehead, catching your breath a bit as your heart slows down, "Yeah, it's almost like someone showed up out of nowhere and scared me." You grin back at him "But I know that's nowhere near what you meant to do, right?"

His eyes shine with mischief, "Oh, of course not Honey. You're so sweet it forces me to be on my best behavior around you."

He hands you back your frosting with an exaggerated bow and cheesy grin. You roll your eyes but can't disguise your blush as you take it from him, "Victor, you know you don't have to flatter me if you want a cupcake."

He stands up straight, his eyes showing shock. "Me? Get a cupcake?"

Confused by his excitement, you respond with a question in your voice, "Of course??"

He seems almost shy, a word you would never have used to describe him before, and rubs the back of his head. "Oh...it's just...you've never offered before..."

You think back through the past few months, each and every encounter...and then you slap yourself on the forehead, "Oh Victor, I've been holding out on you haven't I? I'm sorry, I should have given you something even the first time you stopped by. I've been remiss in my duties as a Chef."

His shocked face turns softer, but some other emotion that you can't place is also present. "While I can't disagree, as I was definitely hoping something was on offer that day, I can't blame you. I remember thinking what you have was too sweet for a killer like me."

Walking up to your cooled cupcakes on the kitchen island, you scoff at him even though you are secretly preening at his words. As you start to carefully create a swirl of frosting, you respond, "Victor, I'm not THAT sweet." You turn for just a second to wink at him, returning to your previous task to avoid seeing his reaction. "And I'm not sure why you kept coming down here when I wasn't even feeding you! That's usually the only way I make my friends, killers or not."

As you finish the swirl with a flick of your wrist, you see him walk into your field of view across the counter. Feeling proud of how perfect it is, you add the final touch, a perfectly prepped red rose made of icing, and align it just so. And then...after all that work...you gladly pick it up and gently offer it to Victor.

There is a hunger in his eyes, and you wonder how you had managed to not die for the past few months if a cupcake could do this to him. He should have rightly torn you to pieces to get to the apple cider macarons you made last week.

He plucks the cupcake from your hands and examines it, turning it to and fro. "Very nice, Chef, as always." He grins and unwraps the dessert, barely hesitating before taking a big bite out of it. His eyes widen and then close in what you assume is enjoyment. Your suspicions are confirmed only a second later when he actually moans at the taste, swallowing heavily and letting out a soft, "Fuck." Your traitorous eyes trace down the length of his neck almost involuntarily.

Trying to disguise your heavier blush that is most likely down to your chest at this point, you quickly look down to the rest of the cupcakes and focus on decorating them instead of the images racing through your mind. Your pride at your work won't let you keep quiet though, so you have to comment on his reaction. "I don't know if I've had a better reaction to my food before. I'll have to remember to make even better stuff for you later."

You don't see his reaction, but you see him set the rest of the cupcake on the counter after a beat of silence and begin to move slowly towards you out of the corner of your eye. "You would make me, of all people, better stuff?" He takes another step, "Not just discards from the boss's requests?"

You smile, but continue to look down at your icing work. "Your wish is my command! I love making desserts for my..."

Just a moment of hesitation, an instance. You implied that Victor was your friend earlier, but would that be appropriate by his standards? Is he even your friend? And you know that even that would be a lie, coming from you. But as your thoughts race, you feel a firm hand lift up your hand and take the icing bag away, setting it gently on the counter. Then Victor grips into your soft arms and physically turns you towards him, all while you stay silent in shock.

He is staring at you again, but this time with a more guarded expression. "For...who? What am I to you?"

You are stunned and stumble over your words, not expecting his question, "I-I don't know, Victor, I like to think t-that you are at least my f-friend at this point, but I totally understand if you don't think we are there yet. I mean...I do enjoy your company..."

You feel his hands grip a bit harder at your arms, effectively cutting you off, "...And is that all you want from me, Sweetness? Are you sure?"

Your mind is screaming at you, and your heart as well. Both at war with each other. He can't like you that way, but maybe he's noticed your reactions. Why wouldn't he? He's trained to kill, he probably notices everything about you.

He's just trying to put a stop to this before it gets further, your mind screams.

"I-I..." you find yourself unable to form words, a panic rising inside you. You don't want to lose some of the only company you have during your shifts...some of your only company in general, in Gotham. It is near impossible to determine if anyone is trustworthy when working for the Penguin. You usually find yourself walking directly home from work, and having civil conversations with neighbors at most.

It is even more difficult to keep that panic at being alone again from continuing when his dark eyes keep constant contact with yours, never wavering. You can see now how people are terrified of him. All of that focus that he usually uses against his enemies, his...targets...all aimed at you. It makes your mind fuzzy, cloudy. You struggle to think of any words, let alone the ones you need.

But, you decide it would be easier to speak if you weren't looking at him. So you allow yourself to look at your shoes instead. He will be able to tell if you lie, with or without eye contact. There are better liars than you in Gotham that he has matched and ended.

Alternatively...leaving isn't wise, either. It would lead to the same outcome as lying. With a quick breath to steady yourself, you know your only course is to admit whatever you feel.

"I...I don't think I can lie to you, whether or not the both of us want me to. I have thought of...more...with you. But if that makes you uncomfortable, I entirely understand. I know I'm not what most..."

He again cuts off your rapid-fire words by putting a singular finger under your chin to raise your face until it is looking at him. His eyes are searching yours as your heart pounds in your chest with anguish over your confession, and you wait. Seeming to find what he was looking for, you hear him mutter "Fuck, finally," and then he slams his lips into yours.

Shocked, you don't react for a few beats...but then you start to move your lips against his. His hands have moved from your chin and arm, both going to your wide hips. He groans as they sink into the soft flesh you have there, pulling you closer until you are flush with his front. The feel of your soft belly connecting with his slight frame makes you pause and short-circuit, your lips hesitating. He notices and breaks from the kiss.

"I-I...Victor..." his hands release you, a more worried expression taking over his face.

"Sweetheart, is it too much?" He takes a gloved hand and gently sweeps your hair behind your ear, then cups your face to make sure you keep looking at him...gently, though. His hands are more gentle than you expected.

Damn him and his need for eye contact right now. And damn his gentle hands while you're at it. "No, that was wonderful, truly. I loved it." You do your best to show him honesty. "I-I just...oh God...I don't know how to phrase this."

His eyes don't leave yours, and one of his thumbs starts to sweep against your soft cheek.

Taking a deep breath, you muster up some strength of will. Either way this will be over soon. "I just...I'm big."

He nods as if it is the most obvious thing in the world, "Yeah, Honey, I know." One hand stops cupping your face and moves down to lightly trace your hip.

Sighing at his inability to see, you continue, "So-so...most people don't like that I'm bigger, or that I have a belly, and I'm just nervous that..."

"That I'm most people?" Victor stops gently cupping your face and instead forcefully uses his hand to bring you closer, "Sweetness, I'm Gotham's finest killer, I'm not most people."

And then he slams his lips into yours again, and you find that you don't care to think anymore. His hand drifts from your chin to your throat, gently gripping there for now as he starts to walk you back until your ass is pressed right against the island. He tears his lips from yours, both of you catching your breath, and his other hand moves from your hip to your ass.

His hand traces the excess flesh that spills over the counter and he groans, squeezing it and leaning forward to whisper in your ear, "I've been thinking about getting to dig my hands into this perfect ass ever since I saw you in the kitchen that first day." His thumb on your throat starts to stroke up and down, feeling you swallow and moan at his words.

His grin is back, "That's right, sweetness, let me hear you." His hand moves away from your throat so he can start to trace down your neck with his teeth, but in between bites he continues to talk. "Been wanting to hear the noises you might make for me since then too." He pulls back to give you a dangerous smile, "Do you really think I kept sneaking up on you to scare you?"

Your voice is a bit strained, but sure, as you reply plainly, "Yes." But then a smirk stretches over your lips and your eyes light up with mirth at your tease.

His dangerous smile softens just slightly, and he chuckles, "You DO know me well, then." He hides his face in your neck once more, his hands gripping your ass harder as he presses himself into your front. You feel how hard he is against you just as he bites down on the juncture at your shoulder, and it makes you let out an involuntary whimper, your smirk disappearing.

"Just like I've heard in my fucking dreams for the past few months." He pants against your skin, grinding against your center and licking at the bite he just made. Surprisingly, instead of continuing his trail like you expected, he stops, sniffing at the part he just attended to, and almost lets out a choked sound.

"So fucking sweet." He pulls back, and you see some of the desperation in his eyes. "Your scent, your fucking baking." His eyes close, "Sweetness seems to follow you around, seeping into everything you touch."

He turns you around gently and places your back to his front, settling his chin on your shoulder and speaking softly. "You know, I was planning on just sneaking down that first day, annoying the boss's baker like all the others that came before." He nuzzles his nose against your skin, "...stealing something that wasn't mine."

His hands begin to wander, the first one moves lightly across your collarbone, making you shiver, while the other weaves across your front, hugging you to him and digging into your soft side. The hand that traced your collarbone slowly starts to trail down, arriving at your breasts. His touch stays light. "Maybe I would find some of that excess that others are loath to give me." He breathes in sharply along with you as he squeezes your breast, almost unable to keep himself from doing so. "I can't even fit all you have to give me in my hand, pretty Chef."

Shaking his head, resolving himself, he continues his previous train of thought. "Imagine my surprise when I encountered what I already told you was the perfect ass, still able to be seen through these awful chef clothes you wear." A hint of disdain makes its way into his voice as he pinches your loose work shirt.

Releasing the fabric and smoothing it over, his hand joins the other around your front, almost sweetly hugging you to him with a light grip. He breathes in as he forces himself to slow down so he can speak. "The way you spoke...so unsure, but still trying to be polite even to me."

He pushes himself against you again, as if to remind yourself where you are even with his shockingly sweet words. "And your sweet voice calling me Mr. Zsasz..." His hands dig into your plush stomach, pushing you back but also making you wince again.

He doesn't allow your doubts to get to you, his blunt words stopping them in their tracks, "I had to run out of the room to fuck my own hand as it echoed in my mind."

A bolt of heat goes straight to your core and you moan, grinding your ass against him. A hitch in his breath, and then he whispers into your neck "Yes, I knew you had it in you, good girl. So desperate, hmm?"

You nod, holding back a whine at his praise and trying not to get too heated at work. At work! Suddenly you remember where you are. Slowing yourself down, you reach for his hands and gently pry at them. To his credit, they loosen instantly. Turning around to look at him again, you catch his own blush, his chest rising and falling, his eyes dark...but also saddened by the loss of you against him.

"Sweetheart, I'm sorry if I went too far. You don't owe me anything..." His voice is breathy as he now desperately spits out words, "...not cupcakes or yourself or..."

You now hold up a finger to his lips, shushing him. His eyes widen, darken even more, and then look almost dangerous again. Filing his reaction away for later, you saunter over to where he left his cupcake from before, making sure to sway your hips for him. "I know I don't owe you."

You turn around with the cupcake held right in the palm of your hand. "I would be happy to give you whatever you want." He seems almost dazed as he approaches you, leaning down to your hand. With a nod from you, he leans forward and licks through the icing, holding eye contact the whole time.

Your heartbeat stutters and you almost forget where you were again. Damn him and his tongue now, too. Taking a shuddering breath, you finish your thought. "But we are both at work, unfortunately." His eyes fall and he pouts. It's almost adorable to see the serious, dangerous man so...cute??

"Luckily for you..." His eyes perk up instantly. You roll your eyes and your free hand points to the ground. "Down, boy."

He licks his lips in response.

"L-luckily for you, I was just thinking about leaving the rest of the icing for tomorrow." He relaxes his pose and plucks the cupcake from your hand, happily moving to sit at a chair and gesturing for you to do your cleanup.

You begin, only to stop when you hear his voice again. "Sweetness...how long would it take you to make another batch of icing?" Connecting what he means when you notice his eyes staring at the current bag of icing resting on the counter, you pick up the pace even more.

He giggles, actually giggles, at your haste before he bites into the cupcake. "You know I have an appetite for sweet things."

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Idk if this was great or not lol. No beta, no proof readers, barely any hint of a story line, just vibes. Also this is very "he would not say that" but let me live within my delusions. Victor Zsasz could like a sweet, plus size girl in MY French vanilla fantasy.

#lawrites #plus size reader #gotham zsasz #victor zsasz x reader #victor zsasz x plus size reader #x reader #gotham x reader #victor zsasz #gotham

[thegr33nc0met]

Masterlist

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♥︎ Eddie Munson

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Our Flag Means Death

♥︎ Stede Bonnet

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Avatar

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♥︎ Kiri

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♥︎ Spider Socorro

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♥︎ Ao’nung

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♥︎ Miles Quaritch

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Wednesday

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♥︎ Enid Sinclair

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Goosebumps

♥︎ Isaiah Howard

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♥︎ James Etten

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♥︎ Margot Stokes

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♥︎ Isabella Chen Lopez

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Scott Pilgrim Takes Off/Vs The World

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♥︎ Matthew Patel

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♥︎ Lucas Lee

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♥︎ Todd Ingram

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♥︎ Roxie Richter

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Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss

♥︎ Charlie Morningstar

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♥︎ Vaggie

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♥︎ Angel Dust/Anthony

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♥︎ Husk

Yandere Husk x TransMasc!Reader

♥︎ Sir Pentious

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General SFW/NSFW Headcanons (Coming Soon)

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#scream x reader #stu macher x reader #billy loomis x reader #ethan landry x reader #gotham x reader #jerome valeska x reader #spock x reader #adrian chase x reader #stranger things x reader #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x reader #ofmd x reader #avatar x reader #jake sully x reader #neteyam x reader #wednesday x reader #wednesday addams x reader #xavier thorpe x reader #goosebumps x reader #gideon graves x reader #todd ingram x reader #lucifer x reader #angel dust x reader #vox x reader #the vees x reader #stolas x reader #fizzarolli x reader

[onmyyan]

Endless Again Love Interests

TW’S: MDNI, TW BLOOD IN RAVENS PICTURE, This story will contain YANDERE themes and behavior including but not limited to kidnapping, manipulation, conspiracy, obsessive behavior, murder, eventual Smut, and much more, if that ain't your cup of tea don't drink it ❤️ I can't wait for this story. BELOW KEEP READING LINE ARE LOVE INTERESTS

YANDERE VARIOUS DC X SCARLET WITCH!READER

Setup: All you wanted to do was get through your first year at Gotham University with your head still attached to your body, but you had the sinking feeling your wish for a peaceful semester would be in vain. Because trouble seems to have a thing for you darling. A set of dangerously unpredictable abilities, a sketchy organization hunting you down, and more obsessed vigilantes gunning for your fine ass than you could count, made for one Endless rollercoaster of blood and lust.

DAMIAN WAYNE 21

"Our fate has been carved in stone, I'm done fighting against it."

JONATHAN KENT 21

"Your heartbeat- I can hear how scared you are- Don't worry, I won't let em' touch you."

RACHEL ROTH AKA RAVEN 21

"You're not afraid, I can feel it. (y/n), I can just be when you're around, please don't take that from me."

GARFIELD LOGAN 20

"S'not fair, I can't just sit by and watch him take you from me- he doesn't deserve you."

CONNER KENT 24

"Relax, you know I won't hurt you, just don't try and run, I might get the wrong idea."

TIM DRAKE 23

"You don't need to hide anything from me, I'm on your side no matter what."

JASON TODD 26

"Say the word and we're gone you hear me? No one would find us."

DICK GRAYSON 27

"I told you I'd protect you. Even if that means protecting you from yourself."

KORI'ANDR AKA STARFIRE 23

"Come up with me again tonight? I find the stars dull when you are away."

HARLEY QUINN 26

"Don't you worry that gorgeous brain of ya's about how I got in here, worry about what we're eatin' for date night!"

PAMELA ISLEY 30

"Careful darling- keep looking at me like that and I won't want to let you leave."

JEROME VALESKA 22

"Keep those pretty eyes on me dollface, might just save a life or two."

JEREMIAH VALESKA 22

"Behave for me pet, I can be such a good owner when properly motivated."

EDWARD NYGMA 28

"Beg me to walk away. Or live with the burden of my love."

JONATHAN CRANE 23

"Please..- show it to me- make me feel that rush once more, I'm addicted."

VICTOR ZSASZ 23

"Don't be sorry sweetheart- hurt me again. Makes me feel like you do like me."

#yandere x y/n #yandere dc #yandere dc x reader #yandere various #yandere various x reader #yandere damian wayne x reader #yandere damian wayne #yandere Jonathan kent #yandere garfield logan #yandere rachel roth #yandere starfire #yandere tim drake #yandere dick grayson #yandere jason todd #yandere jerome valeska #yandere Jeremiah valeska #yandere Jonathan crane #yandere edward nygma #yandere victor zsasz

[love-imagineitall]

Let Her Go

Pairing: Victor Zsasz x Assassin!Female!Reader

This is set in the first season only a little bit after Zsasz is at the GCPD for Gordon. Also I don't think I mention it in the story, but the reason that the reader was in prison for two years without getting broken out or anything was to go in and make more contacts in the female criminal world. Falcone had asked her to and after she thought she was done, he pulled his strings to get her released immediately.

TW: usual Gotham violence and allusions to smut, heavy make out sesh.

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"Are you kidding me Gordon!?!?"

"What the hell are you talking about Harvey?"

"Please don't tell me that is who I think it is that you have in that interrogation room?"

"Again I ask what are you talking about? I brought her in for killing a man right in front of me."

"Oh god," Harvey groaned shaking his head, "let her go right now" he said with a tone of urgency that Jim hadn't heard from his partner before.

"No, I've told you many times I'm not going to turn the other way just because these criminals have money or power," he says to Harvey seeming to be frustrated with his partner and the entire city of Gotham, as he steps back into the interrogation room.

"So, (Y/N) (L/N)? You want to tell me why you killed an innocent man? What did you want with him?"

"You must be the new hot shot," the woman in front of him smiled mischievously with her feet up on the desk. The way she smiled an kept her calm like that did concern Jim a little, but he pushed on.

"Gordon. Detective Jim Gordon nice to meet you. Now tell me why did you do it?"

"Jim... hmm, Jimbo can I call you Jimbo? I'm gonna call you Jimbo."

Harvey then entered the room and Jim noticed that he looked different, frightened even.

"Harvey! Long time no see"

"Hello (Y/N), I am so sorry about my partner. We will get you out of here as soon as we can there is no need to let any one know that you are here."

"No, Harvey, no we won't. She murdered a man right in front of me, she has to go to prison, but first I am going to find out why?"

"I love the place by the way it's been a while. Have you guys redecorated?"

"(Y/N)! I am done playing games with you now you are going to tell me what I want to know or I'm going to have to send you away for a long long time!" Jim yells, the frustration pouring out of him.

"Ooh, feisty" the woman says with a smile on her face. She turns to Harvey, "I like him"

"(Y/N)-," Jim starts.

"Look boys I'm only here because I wanted to take a look around, but now I've met the new guy and seen enough. I'd like to leave now"

"Are you kidding? That isn't how this works princess I saw you with my own eyes murder a man in cold blood, this is the police so yeah the only place that you are going is to prison."

The woman turns to Harvey, completely ignoring Jim, "Harvey, I'd say you got about a minute to let me go... we don't want a repeat of the last time now do we?"

"No ma'am" he says quietly shaking his head while pulling Jim to the side.

"You need to let her go like now," he says while constantly checking his watch.

"Who the hell is she Harvey?"

"You remember Victor Zsasz?"

"How could I forget?"

"Well look as scary and creepy as that dude is, she's a hundred times worse, she's even more deadly of an assassin than he is if you can believe that, but as of right now we haven't pissed her off. The thing I'm worried about is that those two aren't just colleagues, they've got this weird thing... and, and, and-"

"And what Harvey?"

"And he's not gonna be too happy that we've got his girl in lockup after he hasn't seen her for 2 years"

Just then the two detectives hear a gun shot, Harvey looks wide eyed at Jim, and pulls him back into the interrogation room.

"Uncuff her Jim! Uncuff her!"

"Right on time," (Y/N) says with a smile on her face.

The two detectives hurriedly rush to uncuff the woman sitting in front of them. As soon as they have her free and very pissed off Zsasz enters the room with guns a blazing.

"Hello darling," he says with a smile to (Y/N), immediately turning his attention and guns towards the detectives. The smile previously on the assassin's face now completely wiped away and replaced with an anger never seen before.

"Come on honey, we were just leaving" she grabs Zsasz by the arm, "oh and Jimbo, I'll see you around," the pair walking off with her sending Jim a wink. Zsasz walks with his girl out of the GCPD quietly leaving everyone there in awe and fear.

After the pair of assassins return to Falcone's house, (Y/N) immediately drags Victor up to the bedroom. After all the pair hadn't been this close in two years what with the woman being locked up in Blackgate prison.

"Ugh-" Victor groans as he pulls her in for a very hungry kiss

The two of them wasting no time and immediately going to the bed. She jumps on top of him, taking control and kissing him with even more passion.

She rips open his vest and going to pull down his pants when he flips her over and regains control, immediately kissing her again and pulling her shirt off. As the two are going at it and undressing each other, one of Falcone's men walks through the door to tell them to come down stairs, but as soon as he opens the door and begins to speak both assassins pull out their guns and shoots the man without breaking the kiss.

The pull back for a moment to catch their breath, and as they are breathing heavily, Victor tucks a piece of hair behind (Y/N)'s ear, flashes a toothy grin, and says "you are never leaving for that long again you hear me?"

Chuckling and grinning back at him, she replies, "wouldn't dream of it sweetness"

#Victor zsasz x reader #gotham imagine #gotham #victor zsasz #jim gordon #harvey bullock #falcone #victor zsasz imagine