#carmine falcone smut

[mypoisonedvine]

perhaps stockings + sugar daddy!Falcone? or hell, some Falcone exhibitionism guest starring Oz? I'm open for whatever floats your boat

yes yes yes you're speaking my language rn, AND I got an oz request that kinda overlaps with this so I'm gonna combine them and make sugar daddy carmine x switchy reader x subby, humiliated oz... this is gonna get interesting folks

"Oh, honey, you're too good to me," Carmine purred as you stepped out of the dressing room, giving him a twirl to show off the short silk dress that left oh-so-little to the imagination.

"I'm too good to you?" you repeated with a giggle, hopping into his lap as he relaxed on the leather couch. "I only look so good because you pick everything out for me."

"Nah, nah," he denied, running his fingers up your legs slowly, "you look good in everything. Though, I'll admit, your looks with my impeccable taste? It's a good combo."

Carmine turned to look at Oz, sitting on the nearby couch, seemingly a little conflicted on where he was supposed to be looking right now.

"Don't you agree, Ozzy?" Carmine prompted his partner.

"Uh huh," Oz cleared his throat. "Yeah, it's a nice dress, she looks good."

"You think so?" you encouraged him coyly.

"Yeah," Oz replied, a little more confident now, "you're gorgeous, honey. Way too gorgeous to be with this old creep."

You smiled, biting your lip, and Carmine chuckled as he pulled you down into his lap further. "Yeah, what are ya doin' with an old man like me, huh?" he asked you teasingly, moving his hands just a little higher up your thighs.

"You're not old," you insisted. "You don't look old... and you still have plenty of, um, stamina."

"That I do," Carmine agreed with a crooked smirk, suddenly grabbing your ass under your dress; you gasped, and you heard a strained noise from Oz on the other end of the couch. "Oh, right," Carmine chuckled, "I almost forgot... Ozzy here was tellin' me before about how he has a little fetish for stockings."

You knew there was some ulterior motive to Carmine asking you to wear thigh-high stockings under your dress... and grabbing your ass had apparently given Mr. Cobblepot a good view of where the lacy hem of those stockings wrapped around your thighs.

"I never notice them, to be honest," Carmine continued, "but I figured they'd look good on you... whaddaya think, Oz, am I onto something here?"

Oswald nodded awkwardly, and you laughed. "Don't be so mean to him, daddy," you scolded Carmine gently, "you know it's rude to show off, make him want what he can't have."

"Rude? No no no, not at all," Carmine denied, "I'm bein' generous, actually... you know I don't like to let anybody look at you..."

That was a bald-faced lie; Carmine loved everyone getting an eyeful of his girl, knowing full well they would lose any appendage they tried to touch you with. Oz was a little different, though... Carmine really trusted him, but he liked to play around with him, too. And ever since he found out that Oz had some extracurricular feelings for you, he'd been dangling you in front of him at nearly every opportunity.

"But he's an old friend, and I figure he could use some new spank bank material, eh?" Carmine grinned, lifting your dress again to expose the stockings and your lacy thong once again. "And oh, baby, what a sight this is. These stockings are nice, but I gotta say, I think I like the panties better. Maybe just cause I know they're getting wet already..."

You smiled and rocked your hips on top of Carmine's grinding on his cock through his suit pants. "You really think he's gonna jerk off to this?" you asked quietly, though not nearly quiet enough for Oz not to hear you.

"I'd be surprised if he can wait until he's alone," Carmine replied with a purr.

You grinned and gave Carmine a long, needy kiss as you started to grind down harder onto him, feeling him stiffen under you as you smiled proudly.

"Aw, baby," he groaned as you reached to his fly and started opening it. "You're not gonna wait 'til we're alone either? Guess I'm the only one here who's got any patience."

Another lie. When he wanted you, he wanted you now. He wasn't patient at all, at least in these matters. "Daddy," you whimpered as you pulled his hard cock from his pants, stroking it slowly. "You're gonna let me ride you, right?"

"If you ask nicely," he promised.

"Please," you pouted, "please please, daddy, m'gonna be good, do it just how you like..."

"Go on, baby," he offered, and you grinned happily as you sat up just enough to pull your panties aside and slide down slowly onto his length. You both moaned at the feeling, and you heard a small noise from Oz; turning to look at him, you saw the massive tent in his pants shift as his cock flexed involuntarily. You smiled at him, half sweet and half demeaning, and he choked on a whine. "Fuck, what a tight little hole," Carmine praised, mostly for Oz's benefit (or detriment) rather than his own.

"You're so big, daddy," you returned, clutching his shoulders tight as he reached up to slip your dress' straps down and expose your chest. He leaned forward to suck on one of your hardening nipples, and you moaned much louder than you meant to. "Mm, fuck," you sighed, "that feels good."

He hummed happily against your skin, switching to the other nipple for a while, and starting to grab your waist tighter as you bounced up and down in his lap.

"Oh fuck," you gasped, tossing your head back and riding Carmine faster. When you heard another sound from Oz, a sort of wavering groan, you looked over and saw something you didn't expect.

For comparison, you expected to see him with his cock in his hand, jerking off to the sight of you riding his boss (and, well, he was your boss, too). Instead, you saw his cock still in his pants, but a wet stain starting to spread beside that bulge as a red flush tainted his scarred cheeks.

"Oh," you gasped, and Carmine looked over as his face turned into a wide grin.

"Oh, Ozzy," Carmine laughed mockingly, "did you make a mess on yourself? My girl got you that worked up just by wearing some lacy stockings."

"It's, uh... been a while," Oz half-heartedly defended himself.

"Poor thing," you cooed. "I didn't mean to get you that excited."

"Honey, you can't help that," Carmine absolved you, "you're just so gorgeous, guys are busting in their boxers over you all the time."

"Daddyyyy," you whined bashfully, burying your face in Carmine's shoulder.

"Don't slow down baby," he encouraged you as he guided your hips to keep moving. "Unlike our friend here, I'm gonna need a while longer to come-- and I've been waiting all day to fill up that sweet little pussy of yours..."

[queenshelby]

The Arkham Patient (Part Seven)

Pairing: Jonathan Crane x Reader

Words: 1,678

Warning: Smut

Notes: Sorry but this has been sitting in my drafts for almost three months...

It was that same day and, as you were laying in your cell and looked to the ceiling, you couldn’t help but smile to yourself.

You had found a man who was just as insane as you were and most prisoners in Arkham feared him. But you didn’t. You desired him in a strange way and, he desired you too. It was perfect. It was meant to be.

He told you that he would help you with the planned assassination of another prisoner. It was in his interest as well and, after that, you hoped that he would set you free, telling the authorities that your treatment had been completed successfully.

Whether he would, in fact, do that, you didn’t know and, at this point, you didn’t care.

Your roommate also didn’t seem to care for much that day, having once again fallen asleep within minutes while you were still laying there, awake, thinking about what you had to do.

But, just as you pondered on about how to kill the man who had hurt you so badly, the door to your cell opened.

‘Dr…’ you began to say but he immediately indicated for you to be quiet.

‘Shh’ he whispered before approaching your bed and teasing his hand over the fabric of your pants.

‘Other patients in this facility are already asleep. You don’t want to wake them. And, despite, you are meant to call me Jonathan, remember?’ he then winks before massaging your leg.

‘Well, Jonathan, we can’t…not here…not with her in the room’ you point out to him as he slides his hand up your legs further while you glanced over towards your roommate.

‘Your little friend here is fast asleep and, if she wakes up, we will let her watch and then tomorrow I give her this’ Jonathan says before showing you an ampule containing a green liquid.

‘And what will this do?’ you ask and he explains to you that it will make her forget what she saw all while tugging on your pants and pulling them down quickly along with your panties.

‘Now, if you mix this solution with another one however, then the effects of it will be quite different. We trialled this combination of poisons here at Arkham on some patients and, if you think that my fear serum has terrible effects on people, wait until you see the effects of these two drugs combined. I have been looking for a suitable candidate to conduct more studies on but I haven’t received permission from the board to continue my trials. If you, however, were to administer this drug to a man of your choice, regularly, other than me of course, then there would be nothing I could do about it’ Jonathan explains and you knew that he is trying to tell you that you should administer this combination of poisons to the man who ruined your life, Carmine Falcone.

‘Hmm Jonathan, now that idea is kind of sexy’ you say before pressing your lips on to his and pulling him towards you.

‘I knew you would like it. He will be without any guards tomorrow and, after his exam, his cell door will be left open inadvertently. You could simply enter it, if you like…’ Jonathan explains before his finger glides along the length of your bare slit and the pressure naturally parts your silky folds.

‘You are so bad doctor. I like it. And I like your kinky side too’ you gasp as, without warning, he thrusts his finger into your tight pussy and begins paddling in and out of it.

‘So wet already my love. You seem to like the idea of me fucking you right here while your cellmate is asleep, don’t you?’ Jonathan then says and you nod eagerly.

To your surprise, he sets you down, withdrawing his finger. Then, he quickly coils his hand in your hair, flips you around and slams you face forward onto the mattress of your bed.

‘Let’s try not to make a sound, shall we?’ Jonathan then says as he spreads your legs so far apart that you were suddenly squatting down, a few inches lower than your normal height.

‘I will be a good girl for you Dr Crane’ you smirk, dripping already from your arousal.

‘Good, because we don’t want to catch the attention of the guards either. I don’t have enough of this serum to go around’ Jonathan says, standing behind you as his hands slide around the front of your body and into your loosened top. He cups your soft full breasts before roughly digging his fingers into your flesh. He roughly gropes and fondles your breasts, then tugs on your puffy nipples. Clamping his fingers around them, he cruelly extends them outward, away from your body.

‘Jonathan, fuck’ you gasp, looking back and seeing your cellmate stir.

A deep growl of satisfaction escapes his lips. It is almost like he wants to be watched.

Jonathan rolls the little buds between his fingers and cruelly pinches them. He torments your aching nipples until you are squirming and crying in pleasure.

The sound of your silky voice hardens Jonathan’s throbbing cock even more. It's straining to break free.

‘Such a naughty girl, aren’t you? Letting me fuck you like this’ he mumbles as, once again, he reaches around the front of your torso. His hands roam down your tummy, eagerly seeking out your pretty pussy.

He closes his large hand over your shaven mound, pausing as he enjoys the feel of your soft flesh against his calloused palm.

You whimper but remains still. Gently, he coaxes open your lips and slides a finger into your tight pussy.

Your warm walls grip his finger, sucking it deeper into its depths.

He can't help but moan as he repeatedly pumps his finger in and out of your small hole, slowly stretching your open.

‘Oh god Dr Crane’ you moan as he forces another finger into your tight pussy.

With his free hand, he begins roughly circling your clit with the pad of his thumb. He hears a moan escape your lips and he picks up the pace. Thrusting his fingers deeper into your little pink pussy, he continues strumming his thumb over your sensitive pearl until you are breathing heavily.

‘Your pussy is absolutely delightful Y/N. I cannot get enough of it’ Jonathan says, wetting his lips he bites your shoulder, sinking his teeth into your tender skin.

He wants you to feel pain. It turns him on and it certainly turns you on too.

Suddenly, Jonathan releases you and unbuttons his pants and pushes them down.

‘Well Y/N, you are mine now’ Jonathan says as he runs his hands through your hair before he pulls away and forces your legs apart.

‘I am yours’ you confirmed, losing your breath as, with one violent thrust, he buries his thick cock in your wet pussy.

You moan loudly and Jonathan pauses for a moment, before withdrawing his cock and slamming it back inside your pussy. Both, stinging pain and pleasure consumes you and you cannot help but moan, causing your cellmate to stir even more.

Jonathan moans in pleasure, ramming in and out of your tight pussy with long brutal strokes. Your pussy feels unbelievable, and your warm walls strangle his cock, sucking his shaft even deeper. He drills into your little pussy, relishing every minute of it.

‘Your pussy feels amazing. It grips me like a vice...’ he grunts while continuing to fuck you like a man possessed.

‘Oh god...’ you whimper, the sound barely audible.

You close your eyes as he fucks you with forceful, deep strokes. He's stretching you beyond belief and it feels amazing.

The Jonathan coils his hand securely around your throat. He doesn't tighten his fingers around your delicate throat, but the threat is poised in the air.

Suddenly you begin to grind back against him, meeting his powerful thrusts, knowing that this is what he wants.

Then you hear your roommate stir again and, when Jonathan looks back over his shoulder, he sees her eyes opening.

But rather quickly, they close again, possibly ignoring what she was witnessing or thinking that she was simply dreaming.

Despite the threat of your cellmate waking up, Jonathan continues to fuck you with animalistic strokes, and you groan loudly as your nectar gushes from your pussy, coating his cock and dripping down your ass.

‘Oh, God, your cock is so thick, Jonathan’ you whisper as he continues to take you. It's all too much and you feel an orgasm fast approaching.

‘I'm going to cum...’ you almost breathlessly moan as you submit to the pleasure flowing through your body.

Then, without any further warning, your pussy convulses and milks his throbbing cock.

The feeling of your pussy spasming around his hard cock sends him over the edge, and he cums just as violently, his warm seed, drenching your hole and taking root deep inside you.

You groan as you feel it pulsate inside of you, filling you with his cum.

Panting heavily and dripping with sweat, Jonathan releases you and steps away, his cock slowly softening. He looks between your legs, watching your combined juices drip down your thighs.

‘Hmm now look at this’ he says, dipping a finger into your pussy and then bringing to your mouth.

‘We taste perfect together’ you confirm as you suckle on his finger just as you hear your roommate.

‘Y/N’ she said out loud and all you could do was chuckle.

‘I am almost done with her. Go back to sleep’ Jonathan orders but her eyes were clued at you. Clearly, the serum was needed now and you even felt a glimmer of guilt about it.

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[birdlungg]

Comprehensive list of all my works . Most are NSFW, so 18+ only. 

                                        MULTI CHAPTERED FICS

CODENAME:VOODOO (Discontinued)

A Rick Flag x OC Story

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

BLOOD BOUND (Hiatus)

A Jerry Dandridge x OC!Reader story

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six (Smut)

Chapter Seven

A PROBLEM FOR FUTURE ME

A Billy Hargrove x Reader story

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight 

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

THE WATCHER

A Walter Marshall x Reader story

Chapter One

                                                       SLASHERS

JASON VOORHEES

Reader is unable to walk after a night with Jason

Jason eats out shy reader

Jason with a dom reader

Jason with an outdoorsy reader

Jason with a captive singer reader

Jason with a young daughter 1

Jason with a young daughter 2

Jason surprises reader

Jason with a reader that blacks out while riding him

Jason with a reader that helps him feel better about water

Jason with a reader that has a nightmare where he hurts her

Jason and reader have sex for the first time

ASA EMORY/THE COLLECTOR

Asa punishes reader (Smut)

Asa punishes reader (No smut)

FREDDY KRUEGER

Freddy with a reader that “kisses” him better

Freddy uses his glove on the reader

MICHAEL MYERS/ THE SHAPE OF HADDONFIELD

Michael with housewife reader

Michael with a reader that’s held hostage by a mob

JESSE CROMEANS/CHROMESKULL

Jesse with curvy reader in a swimsuit

Jesse cockwarming subby reader

ANNA/THE HUNTRESS (DBD)

Anna and reader’s first time together

Anna with a clumsy reader

Anna with a cuddly reader

Anna with a survivor reader Part 1 (smut)

Anna with a survivor reader Part 2 (smut)

Anna with a survivor reader Part 3

Anna with a survivor reader Part 4

Anna with a reader that tops her 

Anna with a reader that lands on top of her

Anna on the reader’s birthday

PYRAMID HEAD

Pyramid Head with a reader that’s new to Silent Hill (smut)

Pyramid Head and pussy eating with reader

Pyramid Head tentacle fucking reader

BUBBA SAWYER/LEATHER FACE

Bubba stands up to his brothers for reader

                                   HEADCANNONS AND DRABBLES

Slashers with a reader that likes to be choked

Slashers and facesitting 

Slashers with a reader that takes out a victim

Pyramid Head and Huntress challenge someone with their eyes on reader

Slashers with a handfasting ceremony with reader

Slashers and pegging

Pyramid Head and Huntress with a reader that passes out during sex

                                           OTHER CHARACTERS

EDDIE MUNSON 

Eddie and reader at the pool

Eddie falls in love with metal head reader

Eddie with a reader that’s new in town

Happy Birthday (Part 1)

Happy Birthday (Part 2)

CHIEF ‘JIM’ HOPPER

Hopper with a reader who is Jane’s teacher

TEAL’C (SG1)

Teal’c protects injured reader

CARMINE FALCONE

Carmine with a reader with chronic pain (Smut)

Carmine meets a younger reader

Carmine with a younger wife reader

BEETLEJUICE

Beetlejuice with a tired witch reader

Beetlejuice with a witch reader that’s falling for his charms

[riddledwithrats]

In The Midnight Hour

Oz Cobblepot x afab!Reader Fic concept blurb

Summary: reader is Carmine Falcones girl/sugar baby, but she finds herself in deep trouble when she begins to develop feelings for Falcones right-hand man, Oz Cobblepot. (she/her pronouns for reader)

Warnings for this part: nsfw descriptions, mention of dubcon blowjob, forbidden love, and mention of violence.

Warnings for fic as a whole: smut (18+!), dubcon, forbidden love, violence, typical mob type stuff, sugar baby dynamics, abusive relationship, hurt/comfort, eventual character death, intense canon divergence (it’s pretty much removed from the plot of the movie)

A/N: I don’t think i’m the first person to come up with this sort of idea but it’s been plaguing my mind so i wanted to maybe do a multi chapter fic for it lol

Watching him everyday was like torture. Sitting in Falcones lap as the old man chortled about some nonsensical thing with a group of his lackeys, you watched as Oz Cobblepot meandered his way around the pool table not far from where you and Falcone were sat.

Normally, Oz would be right in the middle of the conversation, but lately he’s been seeming adrift. A little part of you wonders if maybe he wants you too, and that maybe he feels at a loss because he knows there’s nothing he can do to have you. Nothing plausible anyway.

Falcone has been growing suspicious of you, but every time he slyly mentions your growing crush for Oz you pass it off with a nonchalant scoff and a hidden mournful glance at the man in question. Oz’s face always seemed to fall whenever you denied your feelings.

You didn’t want to jump to conclusions, maybe it just made him feel a little insecure is all. There’s no way he could ever reciprocate, it would mean losing his career. Possibly even his life. The only sure thing is that if you were to let your true feelings slip, then your neck would be strangled half way to Tuesday.

Having to stay back later in Falcones office to let him use you in whichever way he saw fit was probably the worst part. Every dry thrust of his shaking hips as he tried to slam his slightly limp cock down your throat made you want to die right on the spot.

In the beginning it wasn’t this difficult. At first you did as you were told and you got paid for it and there wasn’t any fuss. But the day your eyes caught Oz’s gaze from across the pool table, you lost the anonymity.

[clementine-writes-things]

Request for a victor zsasz and reader being falcones daughter. Age gap romance. (Like reader being 20 and victor older). A secret relationship. No smut please <3

I love this request! Though, I'm going to switch the ages a bit. Victor will be 31 and y/n will be 23.

Summary: Victor Zsasz finds himself in a secret relationship with Y/N Falcone. Short and sweet.

Content Warning: Explicit language, suggest dialogue, fluff, romantic!Zsasz, age gap, sweetheart!Zsasz, spoiled!reader, victor and readers aesthetic are COMPLETE opposites.

(y/f/f = your favorite flower)

Songs for Inspiration:

Cheri Cheri Lady - Modern Talking

Art Deco - Lana Del Rey

Hey Lover - The Daughters Of Eve

Dreams - The Cranberries

(he so listens to lana)

READ BELOW CUT

"Dad! You won't let me go anywhere by myself! It's so unfair!" Y/n pouted.

"Now darling, I know you are responsible and can take care of yourself. It's the people in Gotham that I don't trust. Victor follows you to protect you. You know that." Carmine explained gently.

Y/n crossed her arms over her chest.

"Yeah, I know.."

Her father sighed.

"Can you at least tell him to be more discreet? It's not exactly easy to go places with a bald hitman in all black trailing me." She asked.

-----

"Be more discreet? Hun, I am discreet." Victor chuckled, walking into her bedroom.

"Yeah, I know. But I had to make it seem like I don't like you following me. We can't have my dad figuring out about us, can we?" She asked.

He shook his head playfully.

"He is right though. It's smart for me to follow you. You're a beautiful girl and the daughter of Carmine Falcone. You can't be too safe." He reminded.

She nodded and stood up from her bed.

"Yeah, you're right."

"So, what do you want to do today?" He asked.

"I was thinking going to the park?" She asked.

Victor nodded, stepping out of the room to allow her to get ready. It was the perfect day to go to the park. It was a sunny spring day, flowers were blooming, birds were chirping and the temperature wasn't too bad either.

The two of them had started dating around two weeks ago, and they've done a pretty good job at keeping it a secret. Y/n had grown a strong attraction the the hitman/bodyguard and found out that her feelings were reciprocated. Surprisingly, Victor Zsasz was a total sweetheart when it came to romance and love.

"Alright, let's go." She said coming out of her room.

Victor winked at her, not risking showing her affection in an open space. He didn't want the two of them to get caught. He didn't care what happened to him, he only cared about what happened to her. The two of them went downstairs and out the front door, getting into her car. Victor offered to drive which y/n accepted happily.

"I'll put our music in." She said as she popped in a CD.

He scoffed playfully.

"By our music do you mean your music that you forced me to listen to?" He asked.

She nodded.

"Yeah, but you love it now. Don't lie."

He rolled his eyes.

"Whatever." He chuckled.

(pick one of the songs above to be the one that plays while they drive :D)

As the two of them drove through the streets of Gotham, y/n looked over at Victor who was tapping his fingers against the steering wheel to match the beat of the song. He had a smile on his face as he paid attention to his driving. He looked so handsome while he was focused. Y/n slid her hand on his knee, squeezing it gently.

"Hey now, don't get handsy with the driver." He joked.

The two of them continued to make jokes as they drove, playing driving games the whole time. Y/n never knew that a hitman could be this fun to be around. Not only did he keep her safe, but he kept her happy and entertained as well. And loved.

"Here we are Ms. Falcone." He winked.

"Vic don't call me that ever again." She groaned, closing the car door.

"Does mistress sound better?" He joked as he locked the car.

"Fuck no!" She fake gagged.

"Yeah, you're right. I like sweetheart better." He smiled cheesily.

Y/n blushed, clearing her throat as she walked towards the park. Victor loved that about her. How when she got embarrassed or flustered she would change the subject. It was cute.

"Where to boss?" He asked.

"I wanna pick some flowers for the vase in my room." She said.

Victor nodded as he walked with her through the park, both of them on the lookout for flowers. He knew her favorite colors so he kept an extra eye out for those ones. It looked funny honestly. A very intimidating bald man dressed in all black walking next to a bright and bubbly young woman in the middle of a park. It caught people's attention that's for sure. A lot of them recognized him though, so they kept their eyes away and mouths shut.

"Oh, Vicky! Look at these ones!" Y/n exclaimed, rushing over to a bunch of (y/f/f).

He chuckled at the nickname she had given him. It was cute. If anyone else called him that name he would have shot them on the spot. But, it was ok that she called him it. It was only ok if it was her.

"You like those ones, hm?"

She nodded, holding her hand open. Smiling he pulled out his pocket knife and placed it in her hand. He watched as she cut the flowers, leaving a good amount of stem on them so she could put them in her vase. Victor held out a wicker basket she had given him, allowing her to place them inside of it. Looking to his side he saw a patch of daisies. He bent down, plucking one from the ground and placing it gently behind y/n's ear. A blush creeped over her face as she looked up at him.

"Victor, you charmer."

He ran a thumb over her lips, leading across her jawline. He smiled and stepped back. If he showed any other forms of PDA towards her in this public of a setting her dad would surely find out. The two of them continued to walk towards the wooded part of the park, trails and benches were inside of it. Y/n continued her search for flowers as they did this, causing Victor to watch her in adoration. He looked around, making sure they were in the most secluded part of the woods where no one was around.

"Hun, come here." He said.

Y/n picked up a piece of lavender, placing it in her basket as she stood back up. Looking towards Victor she giggled and walked towards him. His eyes were soft and gentle, not a single ounce of malice, ill intent, or dark thoughts in them.

"Yes, Vicky?" She asked,

He placed his hand on her cheek, stroking it with his thumb. She looked up into his eyes, a small smile forming on his lips. She glanced down at them, licking her own.

"I can't do this anymore."

He leaned into her, placing his hand on the small of her back to close the distance between them. His lips landed on hers, moving in sweet harmony with each other. Fireworks went off in y/n's belly, closing her eyes and enjoying the kiss. After a few moments he pulled away.

"I couldn't wait any longer, honey." He smiled.

"I love you my darling."

"I love you too Vicky."

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I Know What You Did Last Weekend 18+ (Smut)

Battinson!Sub!Bruce Wayne x Kravitz!Dom!Selina Kyle x Switch!Curvy!Villain!Fem!Reader

A/N: This was long overdue. I think both Zoe and Robert are absolutely hot so I had to do it to ‘em! The picture is not meant to represent the reader’s appearance. This switches between POVs. It’s first person for your POV in the beginning while Selina’s and Bruce’s are in third/second towards the ending. Also, this is really filthy and Selina’s def top 😅 Enjoy!

Word Count: 5.1k+

Summary: Bruce goes undercover at the popular nightclub, “Club Succubus”, in search of a serial killer who murders very powerful men. Selina wants vengeance. She’s looking for the woman who killed her father when it should’ve been her. Little did they know, you’d be a lot tougher to resist.

Warnings: use of Y/N, violence, murder, blood kink, threesome, oral sex (m & f receiving), DUB CON, dom/sub dynamics, p in v penetration, unprotected sex (pls be safe), cum eating, girl on girl, spanking, slight mommy kink, slight ass worship (reader’s got a wagon), use of oil, face sitting, use of handcuffs, hair pulling, dirty talk, slight themes of misandry and misogyny, implied body shaming

Y/N’s POV

The smell of sex wafting through the air. That was the way I liked it. I craved an atmosphere of full debauchery and zero inhibitions. Club Succubus was my creation. Here…I did whatever the fuck I want. No rules, no worries, no bullshit. Hell, I even recognized some cops frequenting this place of sin.

I look over at the entrance recognizing the face of a man whom I’ve despised for so long. Carmine Falcone. The dirty bastard. He’s taken business deals from me for as long as I can remember. The crime world was dominated by men and no one took a woman getting her foot through the door seriously. Slowly but surely, I’ve found my footing in this city along with loyal members who help carry out my plans for Gotham. But him. He was always an obstacle that kept me from being fully feared by everyone. That will come to an end. There’s no place for a man like him in this city. I’d be doing everyone a favor getting rid of him.

I’ve flirted with him times before. It wasn’t lost on me that he’d dismissed me because I was a curvier girl. Yet, here he was in my nightclub specifically looking for me.

His eyes land on mine as I sat in VIP section. I smirk. He makes his way over to me, eyes intense with lust.

“Baby, you’re looking ravishing.” He says, breathlessly raking up and down your figure.

“Mr. Falcone,” You smiled before standing up from your purple, tufted throne chair. You sauntered down the short steps towards him. “You know, I wasn’t sure you’d come. After all, I was convinced that you were way too vanilla. Couldn’t handle a body like mine.” You ran your hand over his shirt and see his Adam’s Apple bobbing.

“It’s not like that, baby,” He bites his lip, hypnotized by your hands roaming his body. “Just…you intimidate me.”

“Why?” You pout, keeping up the innocent ploy.

“Well, I have all the things you want. Power, the fear of the people, loyal subjects at the palm of your hands. You must be mad at me, babe,” He grips your ass, pulling you closer to him. “Can’t help how good I am? The ladies love an alpha.”

“All those things are true. Especially the part about me being mad. I’m so mad, in fact,” You lean into his ear. “I’d like to punish you.”

Taking his hand, I led him to a private room in the back. I could practically taste the power pouring into me. I was soon going to be queen of Gotham.

When we arrived to the room, I immediately threw him onto the bed earning a surprised chuckle from the trashy douchebag.

“Whoa, honey, I make like it rough but I’m still fragile.” He says looking up at me. I pull out some handcuffs from the drawer nearby, swaying my hips side to side as I walked over to him. I grab his wrists, putting them above his head and locking them to them into place.

I shove a hand down his pocket. “I don’t have any cash on me if that’s what your looking for. Didn’t know this ‘business’ exchange required any compensation.” He smirks.

“No, babe, I’m looking for this,” I show him the magnum. “Gotta have protection, right?” I yank his pants and underwear down his ankles before rolling the condom over his unimpressively average length. I climb over him, sliding down on his length. “Besides, I’ll get all the compensation I need right here.” I whispered, darkly.

I began riding the crime lord, trying to keep myself from rollin my eyes at his insufferable moans. While his mind was occupied by the pleasure, I slowly pull out a dagger from my thigh holster. I knew it’d only be minutes until this was over. Taking my chance, I stab him in the chest as he reached his climax.

I lean over him. “I told you I’d get my compensation.”

His eyes were wide, coughing up blood as he began processing the image of the knife in his chest. “You won’t get away with this. Do you know who I am? I have connections. Fucking cops work under me. You’ll be on a lot of powerful people’s lists. You’ll be dead before you could even step out the door.”

“You’ve underestimated me, Mr. Falcone. Your men, the ones that you brought to protect you, they belong to me now. Those cops you have working for you, mine. Everything is mine now. The power, the fear, the people all mine!” I shout as I continued to stab him over and over. The blood gushing and spraying all over the bed and room. I laugh maniacally, finally reaching my climax from the high of finally winning.

When I’ve had my fill I looked down at my finished product, the crime lord looking barely recognizable. I hop off of him, walking over to the mirror. I smile at my reflection. My tight white dress and hair covered in blood. I resembled Carrie and I absolutely loved the look. This was the look of a new boss.

~~~~

Selina’s POV

“Authorities are saying that the body of Carmine Falcone was found his home on the evening of Saturday. His body was discovered by a dancer and lover who works at his nightclub. It is shocking to see a man like him go down so brutally to say the least but police are doing their best to search for the person or persons responsible. Until then—” Selina switches off the television set.

Her emotions were a mix bag. There was pity, sadness, joy, anger…it was all there. He was her biological father after all. Yet, he was a disgusting piece of shit that left her mother for dead. He was responsible for the death of her former lover, Annika. She wanted to be the one to kill him. Whoever did it stripped her from the right. She was going to find them and kill them. In her twisted form of justice, it would be an indirect way of getting back at her father.

She just needed to know who could have had the balls to carry it out?

~~~~

Bruce’s POV

*Inner monologue*

Y/L/N, Y/F/N. To those on the outside, you were just what they’d call a “girl boss”. An admirable woman with a business mindset. Every man’s dream. But I know women like you. You have a fiery spirit. In the wrong hands, however, that spirit can be deadly.

*end of monologue*

Bruce looked at your file name. You were the perfect match. In your younger days, You had time in and out of the criminal justice system for crimes against men specifically those in power. Now in your late 20s, they’d say you’d had a clean slate every since then. Bruce knew better. While law enforcement turned and looked away at certain things, Bruce took a magnifying glass inspecting the issues further. It’s what made him the best detective in all of Gotham. It’s what made the people believe in Batman.

Club Succubus. That’s the nightclub you owned. You couldn’t have gotten this powerful unless you had to stomp on a lot of toes including your biggest competitor. Bruce figured that instead of going as The Batman, he’d go as himself. That way he’d bait himself as your target. You went after men with money well here he was. Bruce Wayne, playboy billionaire, powerful, influential. It was just what you were looking for as your next victim.

~~~

Y/N’s POV

Somehow being at the top just wasn’t enough, I wanted more. I wanted to be bigger. Sure, business was booming and I’ve been running the town sweeping it with fear. Sure, the people were beginning to know my name. But I wanted a challenge.

As if God heard my prayers, in walks Bruce fucking Wayne! Walking into my club?! I didn’t take him for a guy interested in scenes like this. By the look on his face, this was definitely something he’s not into. Maybe he was looking for someone who could teach him the ropes.

I haven’t done much research on the guy so I don’t exactly have him on the list of men I’d like to kill (i call it the MiLK list) but he’s got the money. Who knows if I rock his world enough, I could get him to invest some of his money into my club.

I make my move. I stalk towards him like a predator to its prey. His eyes were on mine and if i’d blinked I would’ve missed the millisecond of lust in them. I reach the man in all black. He was quite gorgeous up close. Electric blue eyes, pink lips, a jawline that was evidence of God’s favor of him. It was the first time anyone had taken my breath away. I quickly recover.

“You’re Bruce Wayne. You’re hardly ever in the public eye. What brings you to a place like this? Looking for some fun?” I tease.

“Business, actually.”

“Really?” I tried burying my excitement as much as I could. Didn’t want to look eager. However, this could be my huge break.

He nods. “Mind if we could go somewhere more quiet to discuss?”

“Y-yes,”I stuttered out, too excited for your mouth to speak. “Right this way.” Just I took him by the arm to lead, a woman in a tight red stops you in your tracks.

“Omg! Have we met before?” She flashes a pearly, white smile at you.

She was gorgeous, soft golden brown skin shimmered under the neon lights. Her lips were red and full. Her eyes carried a look that was sultry yet dangerous. “Not likely. I would’ve remembered a girl like you.”

“My name is Selina. Selina Kyle.” She looks between me and Bruce. “I’d hate to interrupt. I won’t keep you long but I would love if we could go somewhere quiet. Maybe we can catch up.”

I was currently between two very sexy people. This just might work in my favor.

“Sure, we can all go.” I lift my finger in a “come hither” motion. “Follow me.” I lead them down the pink lit hallways. The music and thumping gradually decreasing in sound.

When we’d finally arrived to the room, the moment I’d shut the door. Selina presses me up against it, a knife to my throat. “I know you sent your men after Carmine.”

I laugh. “I didn’t send anyone after Carmine. I killed him myself, sweetie.”

Selina looks at me in shock.

————

Bruce’s POV

Bruce had it all figured out. He’d go to the nightclub in Bruce Wayne persona, knowing you’d bite because you went after rich, powerful men. He’d gather the evidence he’d get from your private room opening the case for the DEA to finally care.

His plan now out the window the moment Selina stepped in. She hadn’t recognized him. Only knowing him as The Batman. Of course she’d do something as reckless as this.

“She really is stubborn.” Bruce thought, gritting his teeth.

Selina continues, the knife still pressed against your neck. “How’d you kill him?”

“I stabbed him a bunch of time with his shrimp dick still inside me. Then I made my men put his body back in his office like it was a regular Sunday. Couldn’t have him rotting in my club. For some big boss guy who fucks anything that moves, he sure sucks at fucking. Didn’t make me cum once. I had to handle myself all on my lonesome,” You say in a teasing, pouty voice. “I think maybe you can change that.”

She presses the blade deeper into the skin, on the verge of breaking skin. “Why’d you do it?”

“Selina, let’s put away the knife. You don’t have to do this.” Bruce speaks up, walking over to the catty women.

Selina ignores him, her eyes still staring intensely at you. You still bore a smirk on your face.

“What’s so fucking funny?” She hisses.

“Are you one of his whores or something? I did you a favor getting rid of him. He was a piece of shit and you know it.”

“I-I was…his daughter.” She fidgets nervously.

“Oh shit,” You scoffed. “You mean, that fucker was your dad. No wonder you want to kill me. You’re avenging father dearest.”

“That’s where your wrong, kitten,” You can feel your pussy begin to throb at the raspy, sensual way she said it. “I wanted to kill him, too. He killed someone I loved. I wanted to do it. I couldn’t. The time wasn’t right. Then, you come in and you take what could’ve been my peace. The only way I can get closure now is if I kill you.”

Selina cuts a small line on your neck. You let out a pained moan that sounded as if you enjoyed it. You can feel that the cut had drawn some blood.

“Selina, it’s not worth it. You’d just be getting yourself in trouble. Then what will this all be for. Avenging the ones you love doesn’t mean having to kill those who’ve wronged you.” Bruce pleads.

This frustrates Selina. She was tired of people telling her what to feel; to do. She turns on her heels pointing the knife in his direction. “I am tired of people—-men… telling me ‘no’. I don’t think I’d want to hear anything more from you.” She points the knife at you. “You! You’ve got handcuffs somewhere around here, don’t you? Get them and cuff him.”

You were about to head over to the draw when she pulls you by the end of your hair. “Actually, you show me what drawer to get them. Don’t want you trying to reach for your handgun of anything.” She winks before pushing away at your head.

“It’s in the first drawer near the bed.” You were honestly fearful for your life. You somehow even felt bad for Bruce who’d only been an innocent bystander.

Selina reaches for the handcuffs also finding the handgun you stored there. “Good thing I went for it myself.” She laughs. Throwing the cuffs for you to catch, she aims the handgun at you.

“Cuff him.”

“What are you doing?” Bruce growls, fuming at this insanity.

She turns the gun to him. “I said I don’t want to hear you.”

Bruce complies understanding he needs to in order to make sure no one gets hurt. He puts his hands out in the front of him.

“Oh no, baby, I want them cuffed to the back. Suit jacket and shirt off, by the way.” Selina demands.

He shakes his head, his jaw clenching before doing what was commanded of him. He pulls off his jacket and shirt revealing his washboard abs. You clipped the cuffs around his wrists. Despite your fear, you were quite turned on. You could feel your panties drench at the situation; Bruce’s half nakedness not helping your state.

“Sit him on that chair.” She flicks the gun over to the royal purple accent chair.

You lead him to his seat. He lowers, looking up between the women. A tent suddenly forming in his slacks.

Selina pushes down at the top of your head. “Down, kitty.”

You obey, falling to your knees in front of Bruce and both your eyes met one another’s.

“I’m sure you know what I want you to do. After all, you like you’ve gone through this plenty of times. So go on.”

“I-I d-dont know what you want.” You stutter out.

“Awww, what happened to the ruthless bitch that had no problem killing my dad? Figure it out. You’re not on your knees to polish his shoes.” She squats to your level, pressing the barrel against your temple.

Bruce looks at you apologetically, only to find that you were completely enjoying this. He’s now convinced that he’s in a room with crazy people.

You bring your hands shakily up to his slacks, unbuttoning and unzipping them. You lower them just enough for you to have access to him boxers. His breath hitches when he feels your fingertips against his bare skin. Bruce would be lying if he said he wasn’t turned on by all of this. He blames the women for his corruption. He must not be thinking clearly. All he had to do was focus and— his thoughts are interrupted when he feels your hands wrap around his painfully hard member. He bites his lip to keep himself from whimpering. He wasn’t very experienced in the sex department only having had 2 partners because he’s always so busy. Any form of touch was enough to have him panting.

“Look at that fat cock, kitten. He’s so hard,” Selina licks her lips. “Every inch of that will be going down your throat soon. Wanna see you gag on it like a pornstar. Give me a show.” She sits at the edge of the king-sized bed, looking at our direction.

You wouldn’t hesitate any longer. You wanted to taste him. To make him see stars. You make no haste, swirling your tongue around the tip and giving it a fervent suck.

Bruce lets out a shaky moan, his head thrown back against the chair. Selina immediately stands up, strutting over to him, taking him by the hair and forcing him to look down between his legs; at you.

“No. You watch. She’s gonna give a performance of a lifetime so have some decency.”

You smile up at her before turning your attention back to his. Never had you worship a cock the way you would to his. You bring your mouth all the way down his length, letting him hit the back of your throat.

He whines. You can see his restraint to keep quiet. To keep himself from enjoying. You were going to break him. You bob up and down on his length, the suction noises filling the room. You look at him noticing the way his eyes flicked between looking into your face and staring at the way your ample ass swayed side to side in delight.

“Look how happy you made, kitty,” Selina moans, dropping to her knees next to you and tossing the gun a close distance away from her. “I think I’ll have a taste, too.”

The moment Bruce heard that, he knew he’d be a goner. You pull your mouth away, a line of saliva connecting your lips to the tip of his dick. Selina cups your face and plants an intimate kiss on your lips. Your tongues massaging each others as she attempts to taste him indirectly through you.

She breaks the kiss. “I think I wanna taste more.” She brings her mouth to his length and licks. You put your mouth back on him as well. Both of your tongues playing with the tip, every now and then your tongues would meet once again. You rubbed your thighs together, hoping to get some friction when you heard him finally begin to moan and tug at his restraints.

“Oh, he likes it,” Selina exclaims. “Don’t you, you little slut?”

He nods, breathing hard.

“It’s rude to nod. Tell us how much you appreciate us sucking your cock.”

“Thank you.” He says through a strained tone.

“For what?”

“For sucking my cock.”

“He’s such a good boy. Isn’t he, kitten?”

“Yes, he is. Maybe we could reward him.” You purr.

The two of you shoot each other a playful look before Selina bobbed her mouth on the thick, curved length while you licked and fondled at the balls. These women were trying to kill him. He was sure of it. Because how could any man survive this kind of bliss. It was all too much.

He’d forgot all restraint and soon he was moaning like a pathetic mess of a man. “Oh god. Please I c-can’t. Too much.”

There was no letting up. You’d both wanted to see him crumbles. His stoic presence soon a shadow of itself. You can feel his testicles begin to tighten. Selina’s mouth off him, jacking him off and staring at him determined. You also remove your mouth to look up at him, your hands rolling and squeezing his balls.

“F-fuck. M-mommy,” He whines pathetically. “Please.”

You and Selina look at each other and smiling deviously. “Ohhh, he’s looking for mommies. Someone missing their mommy? Don’t worry, Brucey. We’ll take real good care of you.” You say, sucking and running my tongue on his tip while Selina continue to jack his length. His body began to tense and you both knew you’d be rewarded with his cum soon.

“Cum for us, pretty boy. We wanna swallow it all for you.” Selina encourages. He lets out a loud drawn out groan, ropes of cum spurt from his dick. Selina and you indulge, licking frantically to make sure no a drop is missed. He shudders against you both, forced to take overload of pleasure. When you were sure you’d gotten everything, you both make your way up to kiss and bite at his neck. You’d taken the key for the handcuff finally freeing him. Bruce takes this opportunity to place a kiss on Selina’s lips then kissed yours, then you and Selina once again. Each deep kiss filled with lots of tongue and saliva.

Selina pulls down your lacy panties and you follow suit removing hers, groping each other’s breasts. The two of you straddle each of Bruce’s thigh, grinding your cores against his grey slacks. He grabs a handful your ass, the other hand pulling down Selina’s top, tweaking at her hardened peaks. All three of you moaning into the atmosphere. You rub two fingers on Selina’s clit as she rode his thigh.

“Oh, fuck right there.” She moans, grinding faster against him. You could tell that his pants would be soak in your arousals but he didn’t seem to care. He just watch intently, moaning at the sight of two beautiful women who were getting off to his thigh alone. You thanked the fact that Bruce’s thigh had been strong enough to carry your weight especially with how forceful your thrusts were. It seemed like he had a thing for thicker girl making sure his hands would feel every part of you.

Selina stops her movements, standing up from his thigh. Both you and Bruce looking at her. “I’m thinking we should move this to the bed. I wanna try some things,” She points at the mattress in front of her. “Y/N, I want you on all fours. Brucey, you’re going to fuck her nice and hard for me. Be as brutal as you like for all I care.”

You obey. It didn’t matter to you that you’d probably be killed or in jail after this. You were going to get what you’ve been craving the moment you’d set eyes on these two. You remove whatever’s left of your clothes before crawling on your hands and knees on the bed.

You bend over enough so that your ass in the air was the main focal point. Selina takes a bottle of oil, lathering your bottom and give you a hard smack. You moan at the contact.

Bruce removes his clothes, on his knees behind you his hard length dangling between thighs like a third leg. “I don’t know if I could do this.” He says, almost innocently.

“All ya gotta do is stick your dick in her. Not rocket science, baby.” She teases, yanking her dress over her head and joining you both on the bed.

He sighs. “No, I mean, this isn’t right. She’s a criminal. We’ve got to turn her in.”

Selina attempts to speak up again, but it was your turn to make your case. You were not going anywhere. Not until you’re ruined by them. “Please fuck me, Brucey,” You groan. You roll your hips back, feeling his dick rubbing between your ass cheeks. “I know I’m bad but all I ask is that you punish me. Take me how you want me. Wreck me from inside with your cock.”

Selina smirks, glancing at Bruce who’s breathing had gotten heavy. “Hear that, sweet boy. She wants it real bad. You can’t be cruel enough to leave her hangin’.”

His large hands pull you rough against him. You squeak at his sudden ferocity, a pool of wetness seeping out of your core. He smacks the heavy manhood against your globes, guiding it to your quiver core. You’d still been sensitive there so when he taps himself at your entrance, you shiver in delight. He prods his tip at the tight hole, letting your folds swallow him in with little effort from him. You both groan simultaneously.

“Fuck, that’s so hot.” Selina rubs herself, watching where the two of you met.

Bruce strokes shallowly into your pussy. The light sticky, wet noises filling the silence. You whine needing him to fuck you long and deep. You attempt to fuck back into him, he holds you still by your hips, pulling even more of his length out of you so that only the tip rests.

“Shit, please, I need it.” You sob. You’re practically crying real tears.

Selina pulls his cock from your core. Wrapping her plump lips around the bulbous head. She sucks him deep into her mouth, swishing her tongue around. “She tastes so good,” She pulls off him, easing him back into your cunt. Going behind him, she whispers in his ear. “Go on, baby boy. Fuck her. Make her cum hard.”

As if he’s a robot waiting on the commands of his master, he immediately drive into you. He bottoms out and you swear that he’s made a mess of your guts. He pummels into you, fucking you into the mattress. Your cries bouncing off the walls.

“Fuck, fuck, holy shit.” You were unintelligible. All you could do is curse or say things that you really couldn’t understand. Bruce ramming into you the way a beast ruts into its mate.

Selina could feel herself dripping with anticipation. She couldn’t wait to take his cock next but first she’s like to focus her attention all on you. Bringing your face up from the mattress, your tongues meet in a passionate kiss. Bruce takes your arms crossing them behind your back, pinning them down with one hand. Now your body’s sandwiched between Bruce powerfully thrusting into you and Selina who’d kiss you in a way that made your toes curled.

She snakes a hand down to rub your sensitive nub. You gasp, grinding into her hand. When you moved forward, you’d feel her aggressively flicking at it and when you’d moved back, his cock would nudge the deepest parts of you. It was an overload of pleasure you’d never experienced.

“Fuck me now,” Selina says, lying on her back. Bruce pulls out of you, using your juices to slide in with ease into her. She moans, licking her lips. “Oh my god, baby. You’re so big. You’re splitting me in two. I can see why my little kitten over there was screaming for her life.”

Bruce leverages himself up with his hands, angling his hips the right way to hit into her core from the side. She throws her head back and bites her lip feeling the thrusts getting more desperate. You squeezed your thighs together, wanting to get rid of the ache. She opens her eyes and notices. “Aww, kitten, I didn’t forget about you. Come here and ride my face.”

Your eyes light up. You hover your slick coated core over her face turned so that you were in the 69 position and facing Bruce. Selina gets to work, licking and sucking at your pussy the way she did when she kissed you. You ground against her face, looking at Bruce with half-lidded eyes. You grip him by the neck and he groans. You pull him forward for a kiss, mimicking the movements of Selina’s tongue but in his mouth. His thrusts causing you to bounce along with them.

He plucks at your hardened nipple then lowers his lips to them sucking and twisting each bud. Both of their tongues caressing your body. You felt so lucky. Maybe Selina has already killed you and you’d gone to heaven. Or a fun ass hell.

“Lick that sweet pussy.” Bruce growls.

He pushes your head down so that you were in between Selina’s legs watching his cock moving in and out of it. Her juices messy all over his cock and her inner thighs. You stick your tongue out, flicking between her clit and tasting his length sloshing around inside her.

“Oh, fuck! You both are so fucking good. So perfect.” Selina cries out, sticking a finger in you and pumping. You fuck back into her fingers. With one hand still on the back of your head, the other smacks your ass.

The room filled with each other your moans and whines. You were sure anyone who’d accidentally walk in would blush but most likely stay for the show. It was sinful, filthy, it was so fucking hot!

“I’m gonna cum.” Bruce groans.

“Me too.” Selina moans, curling her finger and touching the soft button deep in you.

“Oh my god.” You can feel the coil building up more and more. The pressure almost scaring you at how much it was building. Bruce pulls out of Selina shoving himself into your mouth and bobbing your head up and down. You swallow and suck around him. The same time he cums down your throat is the same time Selina decides to give you the hardest orgasm of your fucking life. You scream into the air, frantically rubbing at her flowery bud.

She quakes and shivers underneath you. You lick at her core until she eventually clamps her thighs around your head from other stimulation. “Holy shit.” She laughs, her head feeling light from the shattering of her world.

You roll off of her and the three of you laid on your back, staring up at the ceiling and breathing heavily. You can taste the remnants of them on your tongue; a reminder of your time with them.

You propped yourself up on your elbows. “So I’m guessing you’ll be turning me in to the authorities. It’s fine, though. I got all I needed anyway.”

“No, I think I’ll keep you, kitten. You’ll be my little play toy. What do ya think, Brucey? Should we keep her?” She bats her eyes at the blissed out man.

He groans. “Is that really appropriate?”

“Yes.” Selina smiles at you and you smile back.

You turn over to the brooding sex symbol. “I can make it worth your while, Brucey,” You kiss and suck at his neck. “I promise you I won’t be bad. I’ll be so good for you.”

Selina joins in, attacking at the other side of his neck. Bruce isn’t sure if he believes either of the women, but with their hands running ever so softly over his body, he can’t say he wouldn’t try.

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by skankhunt_42222

You're a vigilante who aids in the work of Batman. You're 17, your brother Bruce is 25. The name the city has given you is "Death" because you wear a skull mask covered in blood. Who knows if it's real or fake? During the day, you're known as a famous singer/guitarist. You sometimes go to the 44 below and get a drink, offer a couple of services. But to be completely fair to you, Carmine Falcone has forced you to. He says it keeps up drop business by making more people come in.

Words: 244, Chapters: 1/50, Language: English

Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, The Batman (Movie 2022)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage

Categories: F/M

Characters: Riddler, Riddler (Dano), Batman, Alfred Pennyworth, Selina Kyle, Jim Gordon, Don Mitchell Jr.

Relationships: Riddler/Reader

Additional Tags: Riddler (DCU) Played by Paul Dano, Paul Dano - Freeform, Implied/Referenced Suicide, yn is Batman sister, Bruce Wayne is Batman, Protective Bruce Wayne, Riddler is an incel, Incel Edward Nygma, Sex, Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Vaginal Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Phone Sex, Vibrators, Ratings: R, E-mail, Why Did I Write This?, I'm Bad At Tagging, Religious Imagery & Symbolism, I'm Going to Hell, Porn, Porn With Plot, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Forced Prostitution

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[darkdoverpseeker]

🕊: 21+ F looking for 21+ writers in the Marvel / DC Comics / Dark Horse fandom to create stories with on discord.

I am looking for the following characters to build ships, plots and write nsfw content with for my muses (my muse in bold):

Natalia Romanova: Steve Rogers, Nick Fury, Tony Stark, T'Challa, any other Avengers!

Tony Stark, Iron Man: Natalia Romanova, Janet Van Dyne, all marvel women.

Amora the Enchantress: Doctor Doom.

Selina Kyle, Catwoman: Bruce Wayne, Ted Grant, Carmine Falcone, Clark Kent, Harley Quinn, crossover pairings with King T'Challa, Erik Killmonger and any other marvel muse + any m/f/nb muse from either fandom.

I am open to themes of any kind from fluff and smut to horror, angst and gore, I am also open to any other pairings and fairly OC friendly! I really just want to write more of my favourite characters.

If you're interested please like this and i'll DM you! Or feel free to reach out to me on @feliinefatale.

Thank you ☺︎ ♥︎

like if interested!

[pasukiyo]

— you and i | smut

bruce is always second to batman. you remind him that to you, he’ll always be bruce.. your bruce..

— running up that hill | smut, angst

when carmine falcone finds out you’ve been ratting him out to the one who calls himself vengeance, it’s up to the caped crusader to keep you safe..

— conquer, devour | smut, villain!reader

you’ve got him right where you want him.. but you can’t suppress the feelings surging inside of you..

[antifictionsfiction]

Masterlist & all you need to know

Below the cut you’ll find links to all of my fics, info about my writing, tags etc. and a list of characters I’m planning to write about. Since this blog’s new, I’ll be adding a lot more to this post as I go. 

If you have questions that aren’t answered here, please don’t hesitate to ask me! 

Masterlist

1) Alfred Molina characters 

Worth the Free Admission (Arthur H. Cartwright x gn!reader) - Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 OR read it on AO3

Characters I currently have ideas for

If you’d especially like to read any of these, let me know and I’ll start working on it sooner :)

1) Alfred Molina characters

Rahad Jackson (Boogie Nights)

Aubrey Fields (Frankenstein’s Monster’s Monster, Frankenstein)

Sir Jeremy Burtom (The Impostors)

2) Various movie characters

Carmine Falcone (John Turturro, The Batman)

Snooty Usher (Bruce Campbell, Spider-Man 2)

Monte (David Bowie, The Linguini Incident)

J. Jonah Jameson (J.K. Simmons, Raimi Spider-Man trilogy)

Tags, warnings etc. 

Info you’ll find before all of my fics:

fandom

pairing (usually x reader) and reader’s/OC’s gender

other specifics of the ‘reader’ character mentioned in the fic (their age, any physical descriptions other than clothes etc.)

tags and warnings -  any content that I find worth mentioning or possible sensitive topics

POV - I usually go for second or first person POVs for my fics (these feel the most natural for stories with a gender neutral protagonist) 

I also use tags that can be filtered for reader’s gender and rating and I’ll tag any more serious content warnings. If you’d like me to tag a specific CW or TW you want to avoid, please, let me know! While I try to tag carefully, I might miss something that you aren’t comfortable reading - I’ll happily add or alter tags to make my stories more accessible. 

Requests?

I don’t really take requests - not because I don’t like them, I just prefer writing longer stories and to be honest, requests would probably take me weeks or months to complete in addition to my own ideas. 

BUT I’ll definitely ask for suggestions and preferences for new stories based on my ideas from time to time. Instead of requests, I’d like to call this brainstorming - my askbox is open to any ideas and suggestions, you can even ask me for advice with your own stories or just talk to me about something I’ve already written :)) 

What I write (additional info)

reader is always gender neutral 

OCs can be any gender and sexuality - you can make suggestions for this! (most of my OCs tend to be bi, but that’s not a rule, just personal preference haha) 

usually comedic / odd romance or platonic relationships in strange setting

some works will be slightly NSFW, though I’m not a great writer of smut, so you can expect suggestive stuff rather than straight up p*rn

I’m a sucker for character development and psychology, so expect a lot of issues and characters dealing with them 

I’m very partial to topics and settings related to the arts, so many of my characters will be artists, musicians, actors, etc. 

[s8nslilgayboy]

ok i wrote some smut with my oc and oz so i’m just gonna post it here and go

tipsy beej heehee

“You okay, Gi?” Oz focused his gaze across the room at the man keeping watch at the door. It wasn’t that he needed the extra muscle, Oz could handle his own and had the scars to prove it, but he liked the particular company.

“Hm?” Giallo Maroni, arms crossed, turned his head slightly at the sudden address. “Fine.”

“You’re a lot quieter than normal.”

Giallo didn’t answer. He turned his head back to watch the doorway. Nobody was supposed to get in or out while Oz was doing inventory. Didn’t want things going missing.

“This about what Falcone said earlier?”

Giallo scowled. “He makes sure to talk loudly when it’s about my family. Like he wants me to hear.”

Life had been tough in the last decade since Giallo’s uncle Sal and a few others of his family were done in by GCPD. They had been dragged kicking and screaming to Blackgate, put away for years, but not Giallo. Miraculously, the pigs couldn’t find any dirt on him despite the years he’d been attending the meetings the Maroni family had with Carmine Falcone and his cronies. This had actually been where he’d met the man behind him. Oz Cobblepot had been one of the only people to sit at the table those years ago who would even address his presence, not that Giallo had much of one. He learned quickly growing up to shut his mouth unless spoken to, to listen close to everything going on around him, and when Uncle Sal needed the extra protection to be in the room, ready to stand in a bullet’s way. In this way he was his uncle’s favorite, the most loyal of the Maroni clan, but even then, his uncle paid him little attention.

But Oz?

When Uncle Sal and Falcone needed a moment in private, Giallo found Oz Cobblepot making little remarks outside the door. He’d wonder about the numbers, the behavior of the two men inside, what they could possibly be compromising on without him… and he’d ask why Giallo was always silent. He joked that he didn’t have a tongue, maybe he was born mute, but Giallo proved this to be wrong quickly. “I’m just a body,” he had said. “I don’t believe that,” Oz had replied.

“Come on, you can’t let that stuff get to you. You know Carmine likes to talk big.”

“Talks big about my uncle Sal. Makes him out to be some kinda halfwit.” Giallo’s voice quieted, as if Falcone would hear him otherwise, although he knew he’d be elsewhere tonight. “A man he’d worked for years with, you’d think he’d know he wouldn’t have been so careless.” Giallo paused, thinking. “I still wonder about who could’ve given up that info. Eats at me, Oz.”

Oz transferred the package of drops he’d been holding down to the table before reaching towards the bottle of bourbon sitting near him. He stood from his seat, retrieving an empty glass and filling it halfway.

“Let’s get your mind off it, huh? Get over here.”

Giallo turned to look at Oz, holding the glass out. He really wasn’t one to drink, but when Oz was offering, he wasn’t going to refuse. Giallo took one last look out the door, and slowly turned to walk further into the room, reaching out to take the glass. Oz smirked as he watched Giallo down the whole thing in one go.

***

“I haven’t stopped thinking about it once in over ten years, Oz,” Giallo said, lips a little more loose now that the second and third glasses of bourbon were making their way through his system. “Why would they take almost all my family and not me?”

Oz took a sip of his own drink before answering. “Who fuckin’ knows. You weren’t necessarily active in the business of it all, even if you had some info.” He ran a hand through his thinning hair. “You always said you were just a body, remember?”

Giallo looked down at his glass. “Yeah. I dunno.”

“You ask me, it just sounds like guilt you shouldn’t be carryin’ around.” Oz downed the last of his drink. “They didn’t get you, and you’re rollin’ with us now. Much better than spendin’ years in Blackgate. Besides all that,” Oz shifted in his seat, “I kinda like havin’ you around. One of the few people that don’t drive me fuckin’ crazy.” His arm curled around Giallo’s shoulder, and he chuckled.

“Yeah?” Giallo knew how Oz felt about most of the people he surrounded himself with, from people working downstairs, to Falcone, even Giallo himself, but hearing the warmth in his voice as he said it took him by surprise.

“Yeah.” Oz swallowed, his voice dropping just a bit. “Not bad to look at, either.”

Giallo went silent again, averting his gaze away from Oz’s, fidgeting with his glass. Another surprise.

Oz’s face fell as he watched Giallo’s nervous movement. He moved his arm away and cleared his throat. “Must’ve been all the bourbon talkin’ there.”

Oz started to get up, but before he could make it up out of his seat, Giallo’s hand shot out, wrapping around Oz’s wrist and pulling him back down. For just a second, their eyes met, and Oz could see Giallo’s flushed cheeks and something like hunger in his eyes. It was Oz’s turn to be taken by surprise.

Giallo moved quickly, grabbing Oz by the lapel of his jacket and pulling him in, lips clumsily moving to meet his. A rumble of surprise in Oz’s chest soon turned to a growl as he moved to place his hands on Giallo’s hips, situating them onto his lap.

Oz pulled his face away, breaking the kiss, his eyes roaming downwards to take in the form on top of him. “You know how long I’ve wanted this?” he mumbled. His thick fingers traced Giallo’s spine.

Giallo sighed. “How long have we known each other?”

Oz smirked before leaning back in to kiss Giallo once more. Giallo could feel the beginning edge of Oz’s scar on his lip, the one spot where the texture differed from the rest of the surprisingly soft skin. Oz’s hands creeped upward, fumbling with the buttons of Giallo’s shirt, exposing his neck just a bit more. Oz broke away from Giallo’s mouth again, trailing his lips down, kissing Giallo’s cheek, his jawline, before finding his place at his neck, sucking at the skin. Giallo audibly exhaled at the sensation. Oz’s gold teeth grazed his skin, and Giallo could feel him smile against his collarbone as he found another spot to lightly mark.

Giallo’s hand snaked its way between their bodies, past Oz’s gut and to the growing bulge between his legs. Oz moaned into the crook of Giallo’s neck, bucking his hips in response to the touch.

“Careful there, doll, you’re gonna get me goin’…” Oz rasped.

Giallo smiled crookedly as he applied more pressure to Oz’s groin with his palm. Oz growled, cock stiffening from the tease. Giallo turned his head, kissing Oz’s temple before sliding from his lap to the floor, hands working quickly to unzip Oz’s fly and slide his hand under the fabric.

“Christ, Gi…” Oz was breathing heavily now, watching as Giallo moved the fabric of his underwear to free his cock from his pants. Giallo wrapped his fingers around the base, making small movements with his wrist, slowly beginning to work Oz over. Looking up from his position, Giallo’s half-lidded hazel eyes watched Oz’s mouth fall open from the touch.

“Good?” Giallo asked, although he knew the answer.

Oz looked down, shaking his head and smirking. “You fuckin’— ah, fuck.”

Oz couldn’t finish his sentence before Giallo’s tongue was on the head of his cock, and seconds later his mouth had found its way around the circumference. Oz’s hand shot up, fingers gripping Giallo’s dark hair as his head moved to take Oz in further.

Oz wasn’t a stranger to oral, but it was very different coming from someone he’d been admiring from afar for years, thinking this would only ever be a passing thought. He was trying hard not to seem too eager, but the occasional buck of his hips as Giallo moved his head to get him off must have betrayed him. Giallo hummed in contentment at the movement, the vibration hitting the head of Oz’s cock bringing a different sensation to the mix.

“Holy God—“

As Giallo moved to take Oz as deep as he could, Oz’s cock began to twitch against his tongue, hot fluid coating the back of his throat. Giallo pulled back to a more comfortable position, not taking Oz out of his mouth but moving to make sure he wouldn’t choke too hard as Oz finished. He coughed, cum dribbling out of his mouth and down his chin, struggling a bit to catch his breath. Oz couldn’t help but think he looked gorgeous like this.

Giallo swallowed the load in his mouth and looked up at Oz, watching his face relax as the last of his orgasm dissipated. He followed the prominent scar from his lips upwards into the dark eyes gazing back down at him. Giallo gave a small smile. He couldn’t help but think Oz looked handsome like this.

Oz released his grip on Giallo’s hair and moved to wipe the rivulet of cum from his chin. “Heh. Looks like I made a mess outta you.” He chuckled, sliding his thumb back up to Giallo’s mouth for him to suck clean. Giallo complied.

“I don’t mind it,” Giallo said.

“I am gonna have to pay you back for this, though.” Oz’s fingers moved under Giallo’s chin, lifting his head from between his thighs. “Maybe even with interest, huh?”

“Fair deal,” Giallo replied, pulling himself up off the floor. “What did you have in mind?”

“You’ll see, sweetheart.” Oz smiled, almost evilly, his gold teeth showing between his lips.

[dangerousconnoisseurdonut]

I posted 618 times in 2021

81 posts created (13%)

537 posts reblogged (87%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 6.6 posts.

I added 160 tags in 2021

#gotham - 43 posts

#bruce wayne - 32 posts

#victor fries - 14 posts

#gotham au - 13 posts

#alfred pennyworth - 13 posts

#jonathan crane - 11 posts

#jerome valeska - 9 posts

#and i am all out of bubble gum - 9 posts

#jeremiah valeska - 8 posts

#i have come here to write smut and chew bubble gum - 8 posts

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#no matter how fine a man looks if you don't feel comfortable please report it and don't fill up my inbox with hate mail

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

Choice #6

Yes, I’m cheating; blame the brain.

So, in a Gotham where the Wayne's did die, but Bruce only took up fighting as an outlet for his anger issues, we have four crime lords; to the North you have Carmine Falcone, to the West you have Fish Mooney, to the South Salvatore Maroni, and finally on the East side, you have the youngest crime lord, Oswald Cobblepot, known as the Penguin.

The GCPD wants to come down hard on these bosses, spearheaded by those like Captain Barnes, DA Harvey Dent, and new detective Gordon, but Oswald has an idea to stop them in their tracks, at least regarding him and Fish Mooney who was his mentor and is now his partner.

Oswald tries to have Bruce brought to him and Fish to convince him to support them since, if Gotham’s favourite son supports them, the public will as well. Too bad no one told him that Bruce Wayne is a an avid judo, kickboxing, and Taekwondo student, as well as being a gadget nerd, encouraged heavily by his Uncle Lucius.

So, Oswald sends his top enforcers; Scarecrow, Mad Hatter, Mr. Freeze, and the Joker brothers (after all, there are usually two jokers in a deck), to bring him in, and they manage to once they threaten some civilians.

Oswald has Bruce brought to a nice restaurant in his territory and they all talk over lunch. Bruce at first refuses to support any side of the gang war, but then Fish and Oswald bring out their Ace in the Hole; they tracked down and found ‘Matches’ Malone, hitman for Maroni, as well as murderer of the Wayne’s, something the GCPD hasn't been able to accomplish in almost four years of searching. They offer him to Bruce and all he has to do is give one little statement in the press, bad mouthing Falcone and Maroni while praising Penguin and Fish. Bruce agrees, Butch (still Fish's guy) gives Bruce a gun and... he isn't able to pull the trigger. This stuns everyone in the restaurant as there isn't a person out there who would blame Bruce for getting rid of the monster that haunts his dreams. Even Matches tries to get him to do it, like in the episode, but like the episode, Bruce responds with “I wish you were a monster, but you're just a man." Bruce then asks Fish and Oswald to drop Matches off at the GCPD, preferably in the hands of one of the aforementioned good guys so he doesn’t escape custody, pays for the meal, and leaves, promising they’ll see his endorsement in the paper soon. He thinks that that will be the end of it, but he’s wrong.

It’s only the beginning.

See, Jerome, Jervis, Jeremiah, Jonathan, and Victor all joined Oswald with revenge as motives, so they can't understand why Bruce wouldn't take the shot (which Jeremiah later took for him since they obviously couldn't leave him alive). So, the five start bugging Bruce almost everyday, trying to figure out how this kid ticks. Before Bruce knows it, he has five highly skilled, highly dangerous friends/bodyguards(/boyfriends?) who eat lunch with him on his break (Jervis or Victor bring extra since Bruce never eats a satisfactory portion in their eyes), Jerome and Jonathan will sometimes meet up with him at the mall (he has no idea how they always seem to know when he’s going clothes shopping) and encourage him to buy less preppy and more punk (tell me that boy wouldn't look good dressed as a punk; I dare you), Jeremiah enjoys talking about engineering with Bruce and coming up with adorable gadgets for him to mess around with. And that's not to mention the other enforcers; Bruce and Ivy start an environmental program after seeing a movie together, Bruce and Bridgit spend the day together when Selina can't get the day off from Fish, and Ecco enjoys sparing with someone who doesn't see her as weaker or doesn't get all bitchy because he got his butt handed to him by a woman.

Oswald: Remind me; are they *my* enforcers, or Bruce's?

Edward: They would take a bullet for you. They would tear a guy limb from limb if he even looked at Bruce funny or made him the slightest bit uncomfortable.

But peace cannot reign forever and one day, while the four crime heads are supposed to be in a peaceful conference, Sofia has Bruce kidnapped, thinking he's *Oswald's* boy toy, and that having his enforcers around him is simply for protection. She then has him tortured a little (forgive me) but Bruce is able to get away. He is found by Butch and Zsasz (who's always worked for Penguin as I enjoyed their chemistry) and brought to the meeting. Butch and Zsasz argue about who's going in there and just who they're telling.

Butch: You're quicker than me; you can deliver the bad news and run out before anyone draws their gun! (this bit was lovingly provided by persephoneblck)

They eventually flip a coin to figure it out. Zsasz loses, so he goes in and tells Oswald and Scarecrow since Scarecrow has some medical knowledge. Unfortunately, Freeze heard as well and he informs the others before charging out to check on Bruce himself. The Horribles are furious. War is declared, and Falcone and Maroni are so screwed.

23 notes • Posted 2021-05-25 00:05:39 GMT

#4

Underwater Gotham Kingdom Idea

Gotham is an underwater kingdom where dwell a number of different type of merpeople live and work. There are five types of merpeople; octopi, shark, whale, dolphin, and manta. The last two are of a more ruling class, while the former three are seen as less. Still, that doesn’t stop those like shark James Gordon from joining the royal guard, or Orca Alfred Pennyworth from being brought on as a companion for a young noble, manta Bruce Wayne. Martha Wayne was a dolphin and, due to an accident involving the stingers on his tail, Martha died giving birth to him. Thomas has always blamed himself as Bruce inherited his own manta tail instead of his beloved Martha’s dolphin tail. As such, Thomas threw himself into his work, neglecting Bruce.

After countless companions, Alfred Pennyworth is more than a match for rambunctious twelve-year-old Bruce Wayne, especially when Bruce gets a young guard as further protection. Jim and Alfred become fast friends with each other and Bruce, and the pair teach him a lot of different tricks when it comes to fighting. One day, Bruce is swimming around, when he notices a large group of octopi, sharks, and whales swimming together; a little unusual, and he’s curious enough to follow them. When he gets there, he finds a number of octopi, sharks, and whales all gathered together with shark Theo Galavan talking about over throwing their government! He’s about to swim away when he sees something that takes the wind out of his sails and he feels his heart break; Alfred and Jim are there, and they reveal themselves to be spies meant to learn the weaknesses of the palace.

Before Bruce can swim away, he’s caught by a shark named Zsasz who presents him to the group. Galavan is ready to kill Bruce, except that Bruce uses the venom in his tail to hurt Galavan enough to get away. He dodges all of the sharks, octopi, and whales who try to grab him, and uses many of the tricks he learned from Alfred and Jim to make it back to Gotham, but he just wasn’t fast enough and Galavan’s forces start their attack. Galavan finds Bruce and goes to kill him, but Thomas gets in the way, protecting his son. Between Thomas’ more mature venom and and Galavan’s sharp teeth, the two manage to kill each other. Bruce is pulled from the fray by Captain of the Guards, Nathaniel Barnes who takes Bruce to the throne room in one last effort to keep Gotham from falling into the Rebellions hands entirely. He charges shark soldier Harvey Bullock and dolphin sorcerer Lucius Fox with protecting Bruce as Bruce holds the crown jewel of Gotham; a beautiful star sapphire referred to as the Heart of Gotham. The three make their way out of the city and to the one place the Rebels can’t follow; the surface world..

As the three break through the surface, Lucius casts an ancient spell to give them human legs, but is reminded that none of them have ever swam with human legs and have trouble keeping afloat. Thankfully, a family are out on the water and see them, rescuing them. They are Jonathan and Martha Kent, with their twelve-year-old son, Clark, who takes an immediate liking to Bruce.

Five years pass, and Smallville High doesn’t know what to make of the ‘honourary cousins’, Clark Kent and Bruce Fox; on one hand, both boys are handsome jocks that are on the football team, on the other, both boys are huge dorks. Soon, however, they get something new to focus on as a number of new people have moved to Smallville; a new clothing store opened by a Jervis Tetch, whose fashion styles are geared more towards children, and Oswald Cobblepot, who makes very sharp suits for men and women.

Then, there are three new students attending Smallville High; the Valeska twins, Jerome and Jeremiah, and a student said to be a chem genius, Jonathan Crane. To top it off, they get three substitute teachers as well; Victor Fries takes over the science course, Ben Mackenzie takes over as coach for the football team, and Sean Pertwee takes over their history course. At one of the home games, Harvey, Martha, and Lucius are all cheering for their boys (Jonathan having died from cancer two years ago) when Harvey sees Coach Mackenzie, and recognizes his old partner, even through the illusion spell he and ‘Sean’ are wearing. He informs the coach he wants to talk to him later, at the bar he tends at. Saying that he thinks the two have a lot to talk about.

Ben/Jim: Hi Harvey; Oswald was a little surprised you recognized me through Ed’s glamour spell.

Harvey: Ed was always good with magic, almost as good as Lucius was before he gave it up for technology. But you should have remembered that I always had a knack for seeing through spells.

Jim: Yeah, I guess we forgot that. You look good though; the surface world actually agrees with you.

Harvey: It’s not too bad up here; at least up here I don’t have to worry about being stabbed in the back by my own species.

Jim: Harvey...

Harvey: Tell me, how many women and children died that day? I know old Thomas managed to take Galavan down with him; Bruce had nightmares for over a year thanks to him. Tell me, was Galavan supposed to kill him too, or were you going to do that? Nice and quick?

Jim, eyes flashing black and teeth sharpening: Alfred and I would never harm Bruce; you know we loved and doted on him! And Thomas wasn’t supposed to get hurt, but Galavan was insane and hated the Wayne’s.

Harvey: Unless you want people to notice something not right, I’d suggest you calm down. And yeah, I remember just how much you two loved that kid, and can’t help but notice you and the others came here just after the kid turned seventeen; courting age.

Jim: You know he belongs in Gotham.

Harvey: No, here’s what I know; Bruce had no friends and no family apart from Thomas in Gotham, here he has friends, and he and Clark are practically brothers. Lucius likes it up here too; says that human tech is a lot more fun to work with than magic. And finally, me and Martha are happy, we...

Jim: Martha?

Harvey:Clark’s mother? She and her husband Jonathan taught us all about the surface world after they rescued us that day. But Jonathan died two years ago from Cancer, and I looked after her; the two of us have been going steady for almost six months. And it’s because of that I’m willing to offer you, your fellow consorts, and the King of Gotham a deal; we give you the Heart of Gotham and you let the three of us remain here on the surface world.

Jim:...

23 notes • Posted 2021-06-30 00:05:02 GMT

#3

Blame jeromiah... Again!

Alright, I just read a beautiful piece from jeromiah where we find out Jerome promised Jervis could have Jonathan for his assistance for the breakout. It was a noncon prompt but Jervis seem quite intent on making Jonathan enjoy it. Persephoneblck and I talked about it and my mind provided this.

Bruce and Jonathan were a little closer in age so they knew each other at school. Then, Jonathan's father performed those murders and stuck him with the fear juice. Jonathan was scared out of his mind, but Bruce dutifully came to see him every week, promising that the Scarecrow couldn't hurt him, which Jonathan interpreted that the Scarecrow was afraid of Bruce. Even when the Scarecrow and Jonathan merged, Bruce came to visit and Bruce could coax Jonathan out occasionally. After Jervis came to Arkham, he saw the two pretty boys and decided he wanted them both so, when Jerome needs his services, he promises Jervis can have Jonathan after he delivers on the gas. Then, we get jeromiah's lovely bit where Jervis shows Jonathan how to be a Good Boy, stroking his cock, making him orgasm, taking the fight out of him, and just tames the Scarecrow. Later, after Jerome dies, Jonathan and Jervis manage to kidnap Bruce and Jervis overloads the poor boy’s system and turns him into his Good Boy.

23 notes • Posted 2021-05-31 00:23:39 GMT

#2

Magical Thieves AU

In a Gotham where about 40% of the population have some sort or magical ability and only something like 13% have two abilities, Bruce is a street rat with his honourary sister, Selina, and the two are excellent cat burglars, known as the Cat and the Bat. Selina is a Shadow Magic user; she can blend into the shadows as well as bring her shadow to life in extreme circumstances. She is called a Night Stalker, and is not trusted by many of those gifted with Light Arts. Bruce though, if anyone knew what his real abilities were, he would be locked up in the interest of public safety; he is often referred to as simply a Chaos Courtesan, despite not being a Chaos Mage.

Bruce is one of the 13% that has two abilities; the first one alone would have him be monitored for the rest of his life, Technomagic, an ability that allows him access to computer files, all kinds of electrical data, and possess mechanical devices, and those are only the surface of his abilities, but they are enough to warrant the government being worried about him. His other, arguably stronger ability, however, would have Bruce either locked up in a special facility where he never saw another living person ever again, or killed; Blood Magic. An ability that is hard to regulate as the user can literally use their own blood or that of their attackers/victims against them. They can turn a person’s blood into acid so they are eaten away from the inside out, they can track a person as well as those with Animal Magic, and they can supposedly even control people by binding their blood.

Selina and Bruce have been siblings since they were nine-years-old and Selina found Bruce wandering around, looking for something to eat. Bruce’s parents were from feuding families and when they fell in love, they were both disowned, and they became rather good thieves themselves, until the police caught up with them and killed them in a shoot-out. Selina and Bruce have stuck with each other and managed to become two of the most sought after professional thieves around, and they have been saving for the chance to get out of Gotham for the chance of a normal life. They need just one more good payday and they ca leave for good; unfortunately, that opportunity comes in the form of Roland Daggett and Rupert Thorne (Sofia and Theo work as well, I just thought something different). They are offering the pair a huge payout, in return for what others would call a suicide mission; rip-off the King and Queen of Gotham themselves, Oswald Cobblepot and Barbara Kean. Bruce is all for ignoring this job as this is beyond dangerous, but the pair are also offering papers that will identify the pair as harmless, low-level White Magic users; papers that would cost upwards of $50,000 a piece.

Selina talks Bruce into taking the job and they stake out the place to prepare for Gotham’s social event of the year; The King and Queen’s Masquerade Ball. Selina poses as someone called to do a repair job to get access to the house and they learn the layout of the house, particularly the room that holds their prizes; two beautiful rings that identify Oswald and Barbara as the King and Queen. The night of the ball, Selina attends as a low level socialite and Bruce is a waiter, both wearing one of his blood glamors to help add to their anonymity. Soon, however, a hush falls over the crowd as the King and Queen make their entrance with their respective courts. Barbara enters with her consort Tabitha, her botanist, Ivy Pepper, and her two bodyguards, Bridgit Pike and Ecco Valeska.

Then there’s Oswald with his consort, Captain James Gordon of the GCPD, his engineer, Jeremiah Valeska (Ecco’s half brother), his advisor, Jervis Tetch, chemist, Jonathan Crane, his own bodyguards Jerome Valeska and Victor Fries, his informant (and not-so-secret assassin), Victor Zsasz, and his Chief of Staff, Alfred Pennyworth. Each of them have dangerous magical abilities and none were meant to be trifled with but, if Selina and Bruce want that big payday and those papers, then trifle they must. Some time passes and the pair actually find themselves talking to members of the courts; Bridgit hates these things and enjoys talking to those who feel as uncomfortable as she does, and Bruce finds himself saving Jonathan from an embarrassing situation. Still though, once the Ball really gets going, Bruce and Selina break away to the room where the rings are housed and just as they grab the rings, Bruce feels a frisson of unease shoot up his back; they’ve been caught.

The two Courts enter the room, and Oswald reveals he’s actually flattered that Gotham’s infamous Cat and Bat Thieves have not only targeted him, but gotten so far, though he was suspicious when a random repair worker appeared at the house, given that Jeremiah always takes care of such problems. Still, as he’s an admirer of their skills and he’s in such a good mood from the party, all they have to do is put the rings back and tell him who hired them, they can leave peacefully. Bruce and Selina both know, however, if they show up empty handed, let alone give up who hired them, they will be a pair of dead ducks. When Bridgit throws a small fireball at the pair to scare them,  Bruce and Selina show their magic to protect themselves, and now Barbara finds them very interesting, offering them a fair percentage of what they would have made if they pulled off the heist. The pair still refuse to give up so easily as not having to buy those papers themselves, would save a large chunk of their savings.

Things go from bad to worse however when Jim and Alfred notice the blood charms and there’s just something too homey about them not to be handmade, and they realize that one of the pair is a Blood Mage. Once Oswald is informed of this, he’s ecstatic and informs Jerome to test the pair as the psychotic ginger is a chaos mage, and the only thing that can stand up to them are those of Order magic and Blood magic. Thanks to Jerome, they quickly figure out that Bruce is a Chaos Courtesan, and Oswald and Barbara know they need these two in their Courts. Not knowing this, Bruce and Selina make a break for it, which is helped by the fact Bruce managed to get a small sample of everyone’s blood, giving him a slight edge.

The two are about to take the staircase heading to the front door when Ivy manages to trip Selina, sending her careening down the stairs, thankfully only knocking her out. As Bruce reaches the bottom of the stairs to grab Selina, he instead is grabbed by the two Victor’s, Jim, and Jervis, who are quick to hide him in a small alcove as the other guests come to investigate Selina’s scream from her fall. Oswald and Barbara are quick to act as concerned hosts over the ‘poor dear who had a touch too much champagne and lost her balance’, a story corroborated by Bridgit and Ivy. When no one comes forward to claim her, Tabitha is quick to suggest they look after her, so they move her to a secure room.

Oswald meanwhile joins the other males, and Jervis tries to compel the truth from Bruce, but Bruce still has a vial of Jervis’ blood, and smashes it so that he can temporarily be immune to Jervis’ power. Zsasz and Fries however are quick to point out that Selina is very vulnerable at the moment and it wouldn’t be hard to...

Bruce is quick to reveal everything and give the rings back, not willing to let anything happen to Selina. Oswald orders some of his men to go to the meeting spot where Bruce and Selina were to meet Daggett and Thorne and take care of things. Bruce hopes to be able to leave with Selina once she regains consciousness, but Oswald naturally has other ideas;

Oswald: Let an injured kitten and obviously malnourished bat go wondering off into the night?! The ASPCA would have my head on a platter! Not to mention Barbara would have a separate one for my balls.

Jim: She is an avid animal lover, especially when it comes to cats. Same with Tabitha.

Oswald: Yeah, and I do not want that woman coming after me with her whip.

Bruce, starting to struggle between the two Victor’s: I will look after her; she’s survived worse falls than that! We both have!

Oswald: You see?! The kitten and no doubt baby bat, uh, what do you call a baby bat, anyways?

Jervis, enjoying himself: A pup.

Oswald: Thank you, Jervis; a kitten and a pup who are constantly being abused on the streets of Gotham?! Obviously they need someone to look after them! Do you like bats, Victors?

Victor Z: I think they’re adorable.

Victor F: Yeah, and this one is a real cutie.

Bruce: You can’t do this! Selina and I are people, not pets! We can look after ourselves!

Jim: And I’m the Captain of the GCPD, and I don’t think you can!

Alfred appears: Oswald, Ms. Kean has seen to it that her new kitten is properly situated in her new room, and I have prepared one for our bat whenever you’re ready.

Oswald: Thank you Alfred, if you would please? I wonder how much harder it is to train bats than birds?

Victor F: We’ll figure it out; besides, you always did love a challenge.

Bruce tries to cast one last spell, only to feel a sharp pain in his neck, and know no more.

For all those who liked my Underwater Gotham AU, I thank you and hope you’ll like this one just as much. Please leave a comment if you do!

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I don’t know how accurate this is as idiots annoy me to no end.

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[thebisexualdogdad]

Can you write a Sofia falcone x male reader where the reader accompanies Jim when they go to try and get Carmine Falcone to come back to Gotham, Jim goes back to their hotel and the reader ends up spending the night with Sofia (smut)

Okay so this is gonna be a two parter. Part 1 will be up soon and part 2 will be the smut (hopefully out tomorrow but we'll see)

[birdlungg]

hi could you do a romance with carmine falcone (with a much younger girl like 18) she will be new to the club and is kinda innocent

no one did romance with him I would love to read some and I saw that you were taking story orders and I read what you wrote you do it really well

YAAAS

I'm glad other love him too he's hot and sugar daddy material

When I think innocent I don't think "blushing virgin" cause I hate that trope, so I'm just going with big sweetheart who tries to see the good in everyone

No smut just fluff

it got a bit away from me lol.

Also the reader is 20, hope that's ok, 18 made me squiggly

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You're out celebrating a friends birthday the night you meet him. You're decked out to the nines but have no intention of dancing, as you're mostly there to people watch and keep on eye on your girls. You're the last of your circle to turn 21 and while they have enjoyed drinking, you yourself have not really found the tastebuds for alcohol.

Your friend managed to get into the secret clun beneath the Iceberg, which while still seedy, was somewhat nicer. You're sitting in a booth watching your friends dance and mingle while sipping on a Shirley Temple when a waiter stop sin front of you with a drink.

"Compliments of the gentleman at the bar. He wanted me to assure you that it is alcohol free, as all your drinks have been." The waiter dips his head to you and walks back into the crowd. You're shocked and turn to glance at the bar, making eye contact with a lean, welld ressed man leaning against the bar.

He's dressed in a gorgeous charcoal suit with a slate grey shirt underneath, and has beautiful silver hair and a well groomed mustache. He's also wearing sunglasses indoors which while you would normally find trashy, you admit they look good on him.

He grins at you and raises his glass, and you smile back and raise yours. He starts toward you then, skillfully dodging dancers and wait staff until he's standing before you.

"Do you mind if I sit?" He shouts a bit so you can hear him, and motions to the opposite side of the booth with his free hand. You smile at him and shake your head. "Not at all!"

He sits down, setting his drink down and undoing his suit coat. Then he leans over the table and offers you a hand. "I'm Carmine."

The name sounds familiar, but you're not sure why. You introduce youself and grab his hand in yours, and he raise it to lips lips and kisses the back of it with a wink. You smile at him as you take your hand back, playing with your glass a bit nervously.

"So, what brings you to this fine establishment tonight?" He asks you and raises an eyebrow.

"It's my friends birthday, I came out to celebrate with her and some others and decided to observe while they have fun." You tell him. "What about you?"

He watches you for half a second before admitting, "Well, I'm technically a co-owner."

Ah, that's why the name sounded familiar. You nod and smile at him.

"That must be fun! I would love to own a club someday. If only so other people can enjoy it." He looks at you curiously for a moment.

"You're not even a little freaked out by who I am?" He asks. You shake your head and smile at him, reaching over to grab his hand. He accepts, caressing the back of yours with his thumb for a moment.

"Well, you did buy me a drink." You wink at him.

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A King’s Knight [Oswald Cobblepot x Reader] (p. 1)

Request by Anonymus: Hello, there! Are requests open? If so, Could you please write something about the reader being one of Don Falcone’s former henchmen, and Oswald sends her to a mission that is all to test their loyalty and the reader comes out clean? (NSFW or not, as you prefer) Thank you!

I have to say, dear Anon, that this request sparked my imagination. I was thinking on how to write it while re-watching Gotham season 2, and by the time I realized I’d written over 2000 words and wasn’t even near finished. I did wanted to write some smut, to be honest. However, I find it difficult when I don’t have enough context to justify the sex, for me some kind of emotional connection is always necessary. (I’m weird, I know. Sorry abour that). That’s why I divided this into two parts for now (might do some more later, who knows).

I hope you enjoy it, despite the lack of smut.

Title: The King’s knight, p. 1

Warnings: blood and murder (your usual Gotham stuff). Spoilers: takes place between the events of S2 E1. 

Oswald poured another glass of red wine for himself and walked over the chimney. His free hand rested on the marble edge as he stared into the flames. He hadn’t been in control for long but he had a good feeling about the future. Everything seemed to be playing out in his favor, yet there were some rebel underbosses that still refused to acknowledge as what he was: Gotham’s new King, and that was unacceptable. Ogden Barker for instance, he thought he could ignore 250 grand in debt because Falcone was gone.

He was going to realize his mistake soon enough, one way or the other. Oswald had been rather disappointed when Jim refused to take care of Barker for him in exchange for the favor he wanted. For Loeb to be gone so he could have his old job back at the Police Station. He still hoped for Jim Gordon to change his mind, but if not, he was getting ready a plan B: you.

‘I head you wanted to see me, Mr. Penguin’, a woman’s voice dragged him out of his thoughts.

He stepped away from the fire and turned around to face you. He didn’t remember your name. All he knew was that you had came with his new position as head of the mafia in Gotham. You had worked for Don Falcone before him, and the old man had given you to him as a token of peace after what happened.

'I think you are desperate enough to put some order back in this mess, Oswald’, Carmine had said to him before he left Gotham for good. 'But let me give you one last word of advice: You’ll need loyal men if you plan on staying the boss.’

He’d arranged a small meeting at Maroni’s old restaurant, as if to mock the dead bastard. Oswald had been rather confused that he wanted to see him. And suspicious too. He even took Butch and Gabe with him just in case Don Falcone wanted retaliation for what happened at Gotham’s Hospital a few days ago. But to his surprise, Carmine genuinly just wanted to have food and a chat with him.

'I take it that you forgive me for trying to take you down?’, Oswald dared to ask.

Carmine chuckled at his boldness.

'I don’t blame you for being ambitious’, he’d said to him. An amused smile on his wrinkled face. 'We are what we are’

'Indeed’

’[Name] will serve you well. Keep her close’

Of course he didn’t know who Don Falcone was talking of at the moment. It had been Victor the one who introduced him to you. Since you didn’t dress up as one of Zsasz’s companions he’d guessed you weren’t one of them. Honestly, if it weren’t for the fact that you was dressed up like a man, you wouldn’t really stand out at all, he thought. Not with you clean-washed face and plain hair. He might as well have taken you for a boy since you were wearing a black suit and tie that didn’t show any curves at all.

'Yes.’, he rested one hands on the back of his chair. 'What was your name again?’.

’[Name], sir’, you replied. Your voice was soft but deep, and Oswald thought it matched you serious face.

’[Name]…’, he let his tongue get used to the sound. It was an good name. It fitted you, he thought. 'So, [Name]… This is something I would rather ask Victor but since he’s taking care of… something else for me, I figured you would do’.

'What do you need, sir?’

'There’s a friend of mine I need you to follow from a distance and report back to me’, he pushed the chair back and sat down. 'The one who came by earlier today’.

He watched carefully as you cocked an eyebrow.

'You want me to follow James Gordon?’, you asked. He chuckled at the your reaction, and laced his fingers together over the table.

'Have you two met?’

'Not really, sir’, you replied. 'I know him only by reputation’.

'I see.’ Oswald raised his palms as to end the explanation there. 'The thing is, I asked dear old Jim to collect a debt from Ogden Barker in exchange for a little favor. I want you to make sure he does the bidding… And if he doesn’t, I trust you to take care of Ogden for me yourself.’

You narrowed your eyes at him. What was he asking you exactly? You need to be sure. You liked Jim, it would be a shame having to kill him as well.

'Should I kill Gordon too?’, you asked in the same tone one would use to ask about the weather. Fortunately, Oswald jumped from his seat immediately at those words.

'What? God no!’, Oswald shook his head. 'I only want you to collect the money from that traitorous punk of Ogden Barker. Leave Jim be. No harm is to be done to Jim Gordon, he and I are friends, is that clear?’

'Yes, sir’.

'Good. You can leave now’

You bowed her head sightly before exiting the room. What was Penguin’s real deal with Gordon?, that was some information you could use. You wondered as you ready for work. You hand gun, and your pocket knife skillfully concealed inside your jacket, and a pair of red leather gloves to finish up with the attire. Being an assasin didn’t mean you couldn’t kill off people with style.

That thought sent you back about a month ago, when you were still working for Don Falcone. He’d asked you to meet him at the docks, something about taking care of some chickens you thought it meant finishing off someone. Turns out he was literally speaking about chickens.

'Hello, young lady’, he greeted you with a chicken on his hands. 'I like your style’

You huffed.

'Me or the chicken?’

He chuckled, and pet the white hen in his hands.

'You know what I’m talking about’.

'What’s with the chicken, sir?’

'It’s an old habit’, he said. 'I like to know what I’m eating’

That’s when the bike appeared. Two men with helmets stopped a few meters away from Carmine and the car. One of them stepped down and pulled out a bazooka.

You acted as quickly as you could, pushing your boss out of the way. The proyectile flew past you and hit the car. The explosion send you back against a wall. You hit your head hard, and the last thing you remembered was the cackle of half a dozen chickens.

When you woke up, it was dark already. Carmine was gone and you were tied up in some warehouse along with the men that survived the blast. After you managed to free yourself, you rushed to find Don Falcone only to heard about what happened. Maroni was dead, Fish was dead, and Carmine had been taken into custody by the GCPD. Panic took over. Don Falcone was like a father to you, and you’d failed to protect him.

The first thing that came to your mind was calling Victor. You were getting ready to break Don Falcone out of wherever they had him, and help him take back Gotham. That’s what you told your friend Zsasz the second he picked up the phone. But to your surprise, he had another story for you.

'Haven’t you heard, [Name]? The boss is retiring’

You frowned.

'What the hell are you talking about?’

'He’s coming to the mansion as we speak. He and Jim Gordon came to some sort of arrangement. I don’t know’, he explained. 'You should be here when the Don arrives. Don’t be late’.

'Fine. I’m on my way’

It was just as Victor had said. Don Falcone was back at his state, and had gathered all his people at the dinning room. After he gave his final instructions, he called you appart to his office. He had another set of instructions for you: to work for the Penguin.

It seemed like a reasonable thing to consider. So naturally, you refused.

'This city needs you, sir. Not him’

'The truth is, [Name], I think it’s time that I retire. I’ve been thinking a lot about it lately, and after today…’, he sighed. 'I don’t want to be part of it any longer’

You were at loss with his words.

'Sir… What about everything you’ve buildt?’

'And what is that, my dear girl? An empire of suffering, death and betrayal? I don’t want that to be my legacy’

'So you’re just going to let this… Penguin take over?’

'Maroni is gone, Fish is gone…’, he shrugged. 'Who else is desperate enough to squabble through ash and debris to pick up the pieces of this empire but him?’

At first, the though sickened you. No one could replace Don Carmine Falcone, no one could ever stand up to his name. Specially not that kingpin wannabe. It left you wondering if there was a secret motive for him to ask such a thing of you: to worl for a man who’d tried to kill the only father figure you ever had.

However, and as usual…, Don Falcone was right all along. Penguin had put order to the anarchy among underbosses in less than a week, and now he sat in his throne as the King of Gotham. A well deserved trone. You hadn’t shared this with anyone out loud, but Oswald Cobblepot had earned your respect and admiration in the course of these past weeks.

You’d made the right call by choosing his side. This man would do Gotham good. You would gladly take care of those who wanted to undermine him as boss. Starting with Ogden Barker.

To your surprise, you didn’t have to. Jim Gordon did almost all the work. He’d shoot Barker twice without hesitation. You where hidden behind a black van when Gordon stormed into the parking lot at Ogden’s property. Four men where comming after him, and Barker himself was one of them. There was no way Gordon could make it out of there alive unless you intervene. You waited for the men to ran past you, and jumped out of your hideout to throw your knife at the slowest of them. The other two stopped to confront you, but Barker kept chasing Gordon.

You took them out easily. They could be big and tough were no match to your fighting skills. Only then, you went after the disgraced detective. That’s when he you saw him shoot the bastard. Once. Twice. In the stomach.

So far he hadn’t seen you behind the pilar and you made sure it stayed like that. When Gordon left, you approached Barker’s body. He was still breathing, but had lost too much blood to even hope for survival. He must have sensed you close because his eyes shot open, and his hand flew to grab your ankle. You reflexes got the best of you. Without thinking it twice you dug your knife into his neck and his hand dropped.

Dead at last.

Gordon had fled while still carrying the gun that shot Ogden. You glanced at the bullet wounds on the body, then at your knife and back the the corpse. Your gloves where already stained with blood you might as well make yourself usefull. As quickly as possible, you removed the bullets from Barker’s body, hid them away in your pocket and left before anyone else could see you.

'Odgen Barker is dead’, you anounced as soon as you stepped into the dinning room. Oswald was finishing up with his dinned when you arrived, Butch sat beside him.

He arched an eyebrow at your words.

'And where’s my money?’

'Gordon retrieved it’, Oswald’s severe mask dropped and his lips curved in pleased smile. This was just what he needed to hear, and he thanked you for this news. Jim had proven to be a true friend after all.

'And did he kill Barker too?’

You winced at the question.

'Well, sort… of’

Penguin frowned.

'What?’

'I finished him off’

He pressed his lips together and let our a small hum before addressing you again. 'Care to elaborate?’

You tried really hard not to roll your eyes. Penguin was your boss now after all.

'He and his men were on the run for Gordon. He was out-numbered. I figured you wouldn’t want a friend of yours to be shot to dead, sir’

'Did he see you?’

'He thinks he was the one who killed Barker. He did shoot him fatally, twice in the stomach. Barker would’ve died anyway’, you explained as your hand went inside your jacket to fish the bullets outs only to present them to the raven-haired man.

You earned suspicious glances from both men.

'The GCPD will not find any bullet’s on Ogden Barker’s body, and those who saw Jim Gordon at the club were also taken care of’.

Oswald blinked several times, trying to process all the information. This just relieved him from the pain of having to bride the police commissioner to protect Jim’s reputatiom and then take care of the mess at Ogden’s. It was perfect. Too perfect.

’I didn’t ask you to do this’, he eyed you wary.

'Shouldn’t have I?’

'I don’t know’, he crossed his arms over his chest. 'Why didn’t you reveal yourself to him?’

Oswald noticed you glanced at Butch through the corner of your eye and then back at him.

'May I speak freely, sir?’

'Yes, you may’

You were a little hesitant to talk with Butch still in the room. But you continued as it was your boss’ command.

'Detective Gordon is not your friend.’, You said, and indignation quickly washed over Oswald’s face. He glared.

'And who are you to make such an statement?’

'I’m merely observant, sir. On the friends matter, you and Jim are not. At least he doesn’t regard you as such, that’s why I didn’t reveal myself when I had the chance.’

He raised ln hand and you took it as a command to stop. So you did.

'Butch. Leave us’, Oswald said. The big man reluctantly stood up and gave you the side eye before leaving the room. When you were alone, Oswald gestured you to occupy Butch’s now empty chair. 'Go on, continue’.

You sat down with your arms over the table. You could feel Penguin’s analitic eyes over your every move. You gathered your courage to look him in the eye as you started speaking.

'You see, sir… Jim Gordon , he is an honest man. He tries too hard to be honest, and unlike the men you’ve dealt with before…’, Oswald’s gaze hardened as he listened to you. 'Don Falcone, Maroni, even Miss Mooney, men like Jim Gordon are the kind of men you need to watch out for because the can’t be bought, you can never predict when they’re going to do something reckless that will tear everything you’ve built apart, dragging you alongside’.

'That’s a fair assesment.’, he brought a hand to his chin, and looked slightly up. 'But I still don’t understand why you had him believe he killed Ogden’.

'Honor.’

Oswald narrowed his eyes at you.

'Honor?’

'You can manipulate and control an honest man easily’, you replied. Those words learned by hard from Don Falcone himself. 'But only if you have something that will threaten his reputation. His honor’.

Oswald studied your face for any sign of deception. He was so used to be lied to that he’d become quite skilled at reading people’s true intentions behind their elaborated masks. Yet, he saw nothing that indicated you were trying to fool him.

His expression softened. Now he was intrigued.

'Why are you doing this? No half truths this time. I really want to know. What is it that you want?’

You leaned back on your chair and a annoyed frown crept to your face. This conversation had went long enough for your own taste.

'Have you always been this suspicious of your men?’

Penguin shrugged with a cynic half smile.

'Old habits die hard’

'Fine’, You raised your palms and took a deep breath. He was your boss after all, he was entitled to a better explanation. 'I want… what’s best for the bussiness’, you replied, looking into his big eyes. 'And right now, you are. This city needs a leader, sir.  Everyone who underestimated you, who took you for a fool, you’ve proven them wrong and rose like a true Don’.

Oswald’s lips parted but no words came out of his mouth. He chocked down a nervous laugh as he looked at your face. You were truly being honest, and he wasn’t expecting that. He cleared his throat and tried to remain formal.

'A Don you say?’

'Yes, sir.’, you placed a hand on top of his, as to support your words and give him a small gesture of your appreciation. 'In all but name…’

'However, Don Cobblepot doesn’t sound right, does it?’

You smiled.

'No. I suppose it doesn’t.’

'I’ll just stick to Penguin for now’, he commented, 'It grew on me.’

He chuckled and brought the back of his hand to his face. His cheeks where burning hot. You had done this to him, and he had let you. It was unnaceptable. Oswald was relieved you were the only ones in the room. Oswald took back his hand the moment he noticed he’d been staring at you for too long. 

You on the other hand, couldn’t advert your eyes from this man. Who would have though that the cruel Penguin, this cold-blooded murderer could in fact make such an adorable face when embarrassed.

'If that is all, sir…’, you said. 'I would like to retire before Gordon arrives’

'Of course, of course.’, he waved his hand to indicate you could. 'You are free to go, [Name]’.

You stood up and gave him a short bow before exiting the room. Oswald never once took his eyes from you as you left. Butch returned soon after and said something Oswald didn’t pay attention to. His mind was elsewhere, with you. Don Falcone was right about him needed loyal men. Every king needed knights, and he bet you would look good on a shinning armor.

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{Part 2} {Part 1}

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Riddle me this, Oswald

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by Sageykins

Oswald x Edward but it's a slowburn I joked about making on Tiktok

Words: 1531, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Gotham (TV)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Oswald Cobblepot, Edward Nygma, Jim Gordon, Harvey Bullock, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Carmine Falcone, Selina Kyle, Theo Galavan, Butch Gilzean, Tabitha Galavan, Barbara Kean, Fish Mooney, Salvatore Maroni, Leslie Thompkins, Kristen Kringle, Hallucination Kristen Kringle, Isabella (Gotham), Hallucination Oswald Cobblepot, Jervis Tetch, Alice Tetch, Nathaniel Barnes, Jonathan Crane, Hugo Strange, Harvey Dent, Ivy Pepper (Gotham), Bridgit Pike, Jerome Valeska, Jeremiah Valeska

Relationships: Oswald Cobblepot/Edward Nygma, Oswald Cobblepot & Edward Nygma

Additional Tags: Gay, mlm, Gay Male Character, Gay Panic, Eventual Smut, Eventual Romance, Eventual Happy Ending, Angst, Fluff, Slow Burn, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

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