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The Lost Boys Rewrite (Dwayne x Fem!Emerson!Reader)
(Reader is Michael's non identical twin)
Moving from Phoenix to Santa Carla was far from what me and my brothers, Michael and Sam, wanted. We had a cool life, some friends and stability.
Until my father decided he didn't want it anymore.
Our parents divorced and suddenly everything we knew, had to be left behind. Mainly because my mother wanted a "fresh start" for us.
I like the beach, but I don't think it's made for a living. It's enough for vacation and too much beach can get boring. Michael, Sam and I agreed with our mother because we wanted to see her happy again.
Michael and I are unidentical twins and we're both eighteen years old, last year of High School, while Sam is fifteen Michael had to leave a girlfriend behind, Sam left a lot of friends who shared his interest in comic books, which I had too. I never had a boyfriend and didn't have many friends, but the ones I had were real ones, which was the most difficult part of leaving. Now, all I can do is phone them and hope that someday our little group will live close again, by some coincidence.
The arrival in Santa Carla was comic, to say the least. Mom was driving and Michael beside her, with the worst face he could give. Me and Sam were behind them with the family's dog, Nanook.
When we arrive at the town, by the coast, we see the welcome sign, but Sam lingers on it until we drive past it.
"Murder Capital of the World!?" He exclaims, making me and Michael look behind too.
"Wow, that's so... great!" Is my only reaction before laying my head on the window. Murder Capital of the World..., not very welcoming, along with the fat that we're staying at our grandpa's house. "I hope everyone gets their own room." I think out loud, my peripheral vision getting Michael's silent nod.
"What if we don't? Mom! Am I gonna have to sleep with these two?" Sam, almost histerically asks.
"From what I know, there's only three rooms vacant there, kids." She says and we all exclaim our descontentment.* "Come on, we're gonna figure it out." Her pleading tone made us look at each other in agreement that we should be more empathetic with the whole situation.
When we arrive at grandpa's house, apparently I'm the only one who actually likes it. It's all wooden, a bit old, but the classic mid-class beach house, with a garden. When we park and enter though, we see the old man laying on the ground.
We immediately freeze at the sight. Not wanting to think the worst as we get slowly closer. When we're about to freak out, though, the old man snaps his eyes open, making us jump and let out surprised sounds.
It's no news to anyone that Gotham isn't the safest place in the world, far from it. Anyway, I've felt that things have become heavier than normal in the city, more tense.
Maybe it's the recent deaths of Thomas and Martha Wayne. Maybe it's the way my brother Oswald comes home exasperated every night after spending the day working for Fish Mooney, who is a true lady, but has already made it clear that she is an important part of the city's underworld.
Oswald was always a good brother, always close. Despite his physical condition, he always tried to protect me from anything bad that could happen to me and we both take care of our mother. He was always here to have fun and support me.
It was his sudden change and the way he distanced himself that made me realize that something weird was happening at his workplace and consequently, in our city.
At first I thought Oswald was just a helper, until he disappeared and a man and a woman appeared in our apartment. Detectives.
Clearly impatient with any praise my mother had to pay for Oswald, as she stood up to pick up a portrait of him, the detectives whispered to each other something that I couldn't hear from the window where I was leaning, but my mother seemed to hear a buzz.
“What are you…” she tried to ask what it was
“Um…nothing, Mrs. Cobblepot…-” The man interrupts, taking the portrait of my brother that she offered him.
“Kapelput.” My mother corrected the last name and I couldn't hold back the smile.
“Mrs. Kapelput… Do you know anyone who might want to do to your son a harm?”
Upon hearing the detective's question, I move away from the window and walk behind the sofa, facing his partner. My brother is in danger.
“No, I would feel it. A mother feels these things… It's a woman. Some painted slut has him in her clutch.” My mother says and although she is right, that woman and my brother were not involved in the way she thinks. Oswald didn't tell her that he works for Fish Mooney.
“A woman…You think?” The female detective asked.
“I'm sure… So handsome he is, so naive.” The detectives seemed to know that he's not so naive, like I know.
My mother looks at them. “Who are you again?”
***
When my brother returned, covered in bruises and limping more than usual, my worry and curiosity had already taken over me.
“Oswald, if you don’t tell me what the hell happened to you, I’ll tell mom and she’ll beat your ass!”
Not even my failed attempt at humor seemed to shake my brother out of the wave of stress he was in and I watched as he paced back and forth across the room, but I knew that the condition he had would soon cause him to have to lean on something or sit.
“C’mon, Ozzy! You used to tell me everything. What's going on?”
As I walked toward him he stopped moving and looked at the ground, at me and then at the window behind me, but his mind was somewhere other than the aging, gray buildings.
“I’ll get revenge and I won’t involve you in it. Neither you nor mom.”
His gaze seemed darker than usual, as if he had seen or done something he shouldn't have. It scared me, but I tried not to let it show. He was doing what he could to protect us.
My mind raced. Who is he talking about? Is it Mooney? If it is, how would he get her in any way, she's too powerful, too dangerous
“Ozzy, just… promise you'll be safe.”
I wouldn't try to change his mind, it never worked and with the way things are right now it wouldn't end well.
I'd rather have him around with family and doing what he had to do than away. Our mother would die without him close. We both know that.
I walked closer to him and took his hand in mine, looking into his eyes. Even though we're seven years apart, we're almost the same height. He squeezes my hand affectionately.
“You're my big bro. I'll always be there for you.”
He gives me a reassuring smile. “I know.”
“Now, get something to eat. There's half of a pizza in the oven. I’ll go get mom from Mrs. Cameron’s.” I open the door and leave him behind to go to the neighbor, who was an old friend of our mother.
***
Ever since it happened, I haven't been able to get out of my head whatever my brother meant by “I'll get revenge.”
Thousands of possibilities circulated my mind and I knew that nothing good would come of this whole situation.
To Mom, Oswald may be an innocent angel, but I've heard enough of his angry and sometimes even psychotic rants to know that he's capable of a lot. I love him, but I know he is not innocent.
I just hope I go to sleep and when I wake up I'm not curious enough to try to find out what really happened. Or what will happen.
A/N.: it's short but it's only the begining, so stay tuned! Love y'all!
A Gotham!Victor Zsasz X Fem!Cobblepot!Reader fanfic from s1 to s5.
Summary: After the death of Thomas and Martha Wayne, the city is about to never be the same again. Everybody knows that.
Even being the loved younger sister of Oswald Cobblepot, you don't always know what your brother is up to, and your curiosity might get you to the most dirty and obscure parts of the city.
A new kind of crazy people seems to be rising in Gotham, and you might get dragged into the whole mess without even noticing.
TW.: everything you see in the tv show but a little more explicit and detailed sometimes. +18.
Gotham Villains Reacting to male!Reader and future s/o that they're about to hurt getting turned on.
Requested by Anonymous
Genre: Smut but not really (?)
Warnings: mature content, hypnosis(?), threats, kidnapping, cut and blood, hot villains.
Jervis Tetch/Mad Hatter
He never expected his Alice to be a male actually, but as soon as he laid his eyes on the boy,he would be thrilled. Will do a little magic trick to start a conversation and soon hypnotize him, taking him to his special place.
"...So, I'll be Mad Hatter, and you'll be my Alice." Jervis would give instructions to the boy, who was tied to a chair and no longer under the hypnosis. From behind, Jervis lands his hands on the boy’s shoulders and up to the sides of his neck, stopping immediately when he heard a muffled moan come out of the boy mouth and through the tape.
Then, realization hit him. The boy who was trying to get free minutes earlier was now whimpering with every touch. Jervis wondered what could have happened, if it was something he said, maybe how he said it... Suddenly, a sense of pride washed through him and he decided to use it. "Is that a shiver, my dear? I can feel your skin getting warmer." He said in the boy's ear, placing a hand on his cheek before getting down to the boy's throat giving it a light squeeze, then going down to his chest and caressing it, hearing the boy breathe heavily, which made Jervis chuckle.
"I guess we'll both enjoy it so much, my dear."
Oswald Cobblepot
“So, what do you think I should do to you? You’re bold enough to try and rob the king of Gotham’s underworld, I’m sure you can give me some ideas.”
Oswald was still trying to understand what kind of person is so naive to try to make a fool of him.
“Please…I didn’t know it was your money, Mr. Penguin…” The boy, wrists tied and on his knees, looks up with pleading eyes.
“Oh but you should have known, my friend. Now, sadly, I'll have to hurt you really badly, so people can get the message of what NOT TO DO!” Oswald screamed the last three words while putting the knife on the boy's throat and looking into his eyes for a few seconds, noticing the boy’s cheeks going red and his tongue traveling through his lips. Oswald backed off and started chuckling and pointed the knife to the boy.
“Oh my! You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” He shook his head, laughing now at the embarrassed boy in front of him. “How many times did you imagine this moment, uh?” Oswald asked before leaning down and face almost leveled with the boy’s. “I’ll make sure we have a lot of fun.” And laughed.
Victor Zsasz
Victor was amused, to say the least, with the gentleman in front of him in that alley. Sadly, the occasion wasn’t the best to start a casual conversation.
"It 's simple. If you don’t have a license, you don’t have authorization to commit crimes.” He said, slowly getting closer to the boy, who was with his hands in the air by now.
“I’m sorry, sir.”
Victor looked at him up and down and smirked. The boy gulped and looked down.
Victor soon understood what was going on and decided to tease a little bit, by putting two fingers under the boy’s chin and lifting it up. The boy’s eyes were filled with anticipation and…excitement? Victor felt the urge to mark that gentleman in some way.
Still looking at the boy, he got his pocket knife and flicked it open, grabbing the boy's left hand and flipping it over, putting the blade right above the palm and placing it strategically so as not to cut a tendon.
“Huh-uh! Look at me.” Victor said when the boy looked at his hand anticipating the pain. Once the boy was looking into Victor’s eyes again, he felt a sting on his palm and gasped, soon feeling the blood dripping down to the floor. Victor used a tissue to clean the knife and gave it to the boy, turned around and started walking.
“You’ll see me soon!” He shouted before turning left and getting out of the alley.
Fish Mooney
The boy was dragged to the center of the Mooney’s Nightclub, the only two people already there being Fish Mooney, sitting on a chair, a singing woman at the stage and Fish’s right hand, Butch Gilzean at the bar. As soon as the boy was put in front of her, she motioned to the woman at the stage to get out and got up.
“And who is this handsome boy?“ She said, checking him up and down, tilting her head a little, and caressing his neck with her nails, and the boy felt butterflies through him.
“He said he wants to work for you.” One of her men said and she laughed mockingly, seconds later getting back to her serious self.
“Look at me, little boy. I don’t know what kinds of things people told you about working for me, but you won’t get in that easily. So you better get through that door and never come back, or I'll make a really good job out of you.” She said and sat on the chair again.
“Please, Ms. Mooney, I really need this job. I will do anything for you, I can even be the barman. The last one is gone, right? I can replace him.” The boy said, kneeling in front of her, and she smirked seeing how helpless he looked and noticed a growing bulge in his pants, which made her grip his face and almost touch lips with him, just to tease.
“Then you’re going to be a good boy, and make me a drink, then we’ll talk again. Alone.” she said, caressing his lips with her thumb, then sitting straight.“What do we say when people are nice to us?”
“Thank you, ma’am.” he said and then felt her heeled feet on his chest and suddenly he was pushed.
“Now, go get me that drink.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Edward Nygma
“You’re doing surprisingly good so far. Third riddle!” Nygma said, clapping his hands together and turning to face the boy tied up on a chair, in front of him, who seemed distressed about something beyond the situation. “When you have me, you want to share me, but when you share me, you no longer have me. What am I?” He walked closer to the chair and rested his hands on it's arms, taking in the boy’s thoughtful expression and smirking.
“A secret…?” The one tied up asks, eyes full of hope and a victorious smile. Nygma lets his head fall and is surprised by the boy’s pants situation.
“Amazing… even in this situation you got all my riddles right.” He said and looked back up to the boy, just to see his face bright red, which made Nygma laugh. “I’ll make another riddle, if you answer it right, you’ll get a reward.” Ed said in his ear, feeling the boy’s heavy breaths on his neck. “What do you think?”
The boy nods with a whimper-like confirmation, which turned out needy as Edward got up straight.
Warnings: violence, fighting, guns, psychos, Jerome, you know, all that gotham vibes, breaking the law (is that a warning?), Jerome in love.
I couldn't wait any longer, it's been almost a month since Jerome was caught and I'm actually surprised that he couldn't make it out of Arkham by himself. But if he couldn't, I will. Can't imagine the boredom he must be going through.
Let's say I have abilities with fight, guns and this kinda stuff, but I never really did break into a maximum security asylum. I guess there's a first time for everything, right? Of course I'm nervous as hell but it's actually exciting, y'know? And it's for Jerome, so it's fine.
Also, i forgot to mention, but I'm making another surprise for him today (i can't just show up there in any clothes to rescue him, it has to be special), so I'm going with the fanciest red dress i could find in Gotham.
It's so beautiful, strapless, almost pure silk, tight at the top and the bottom a little loose, and the not so strapped heels just add to it. Now, I know what you're thinking: "She's really gonna try to fight in high heels!?" Yes, I will. There's no need to do a hard fight when you can shoot people, make men fall on their knees and then kick their faces, right?
Wrong!
As soon as I got to the asylum - with quite a lot of Jerome's followers - and they took down the gates, some guards came my way so I had to take off my heels in the middle of a fight. But it's okay.
There were at least five people watching my back as we went through the main corridor, the others were messing with the whole asylum.
When we got to the reception a man in the group pointed a gun at the guard at the table.
"Where's Jerome Valeska?" I asked, he gave me the keychain and told what cell Jerome was. "Thank you, sir. You're very kind." And then I started to walk through the asylum trying to find the damn cell. As I started to get close I could feel myself getting more and more excited, so I started to walk faster.
He was probably watching the chaos from the window, and my heart lit up when I heard his giggles and laughs echoing through the corridor, and I immediately started running in the direction of the sound. When I got to the door, I could see through the glass. He was on top of the bed, looking out of the window and still giggling. Then, I unlocked the door and opened it wide.
“Hello, Mr. J.” I announce myself with a big smile and he slowly turns to me, jumps out of the bed and looks at me up and down before smiling just as wide.
“Well! Hey there, pretty girl.” He gets closer and holds my hand, kissing it. “Do you come here often?” He asks looking up at me and we laugh.
“Actually, kind sir, I came here to save my lover.” I said and he pulled me closer with an arm involving my waist. “You missed me, Mr. J?”
Instead of giving me a verbal response, he just groaned before connecting his lips with mine as we started a desperate kiss, tongues dancing and hands everywhere.
When our lips disconnected he swung me around and looked at my dress when he put me on the floor.
“You got all dressed up just for me?” I nodded and made a pose.
“Did you like it? I had heels on, but some bastard came up trying to beat me and I had to get them off.” I said pointing my feet to the air as I looked at it and when I looked up I saw a look on Jerome’s face I’ve never seen before. “Mr. J..?”
“You’re such a good girl for me, aren’t you? Getting my men, coming all the way here, all dressed up to get me out?” He got close and looked into my eyes. “You must really love me, right?” He questioned in a low tone. I nodded, our noses touching slightly.
“I love you, Jerome.” The sound of his name seemed to get something through him and he smiled at me.
“I love you too, Y/N.” He said and my eyes went wide. He never said that to me. I knew he loved me, but he never really said it. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my lips met his again and we giggled between the kisses. When we separated, he held my face in his hands. “You’re gonna marry me.” And before I could even process what came out of his mouth he took my hand, pulling me through the corridors and we got to a random car at the parking lot, while his followers were screaming his name and making noise with whatever they had in their hands and one of them gave him his gun.
I couldn’t stop smiling as we got to the city cathedral. The local priest was forced to do the ceremony as some citizens with fear in their eyes and some of the followers that came with us were our witnesses.
gotham Riddler with an s/o that his is (not to sound corny but i have no other way to phrase this) partner in crime ? like, and i hate to compare it to this, harley quinn and joker but he like actually treats y/n right. sorry if this is confusing LMAO
Hi again! I submitted a suggestion on Nov 17th but now I'm all nervous bc it could be read as morally dubious/triggering? Just in that case, if there's details that you don't like, feel free to yeet them. I didn't mean to make you umcomfortable x
i'm totally okay with writing a lot of things, so no need to be nervous sweetness, i'll do it.
Can you write Jervis Tetch, Oswald Cobblepot, Victor Zsasz, Fish Mooney and Edward Nygma reacting to the person they were gonna hurt ( future male s/o) getting turned on by them? Like they have them trapped in a corner or tied down or something and s/os face is bright red and he is trying(and failing) to subtly hide his growing boner
Bonus points if you add that s/o is shorter than them. Oh and s/o is obviously the bottom
Hello! (I see the post saying you're super busy and I respect that, whenever you reply is totally fine.) If you still write for other ppl's prompts, I'd like to submit one: smut stuff with Victor Zsasz x male reader, the two of them alone in the room but with the implication that other mobsters are in the same building, so it's 100% Victor's territory. The reader could be in the mob as well (with a much lower rank) or an outsider. Also it would be best if they're not in a relationship and what's happening is simply Victor's way to remind of his dominance. Bc in his hands anything can be a weapon and why would sex be an exception right? So he holds the reader against the wall and performs a handjob, with lots of foreplay/teasing/biting and whatnot (on the physical level, not focusing on the dirty talk). He could be coldly logical and controlling in a neutral way, or he could be outright sadistic, like watching the reader's face while holding a gun against his head and smiling with all those t e e t h s, whichever you're comfortable with. That was a lot lmao
heyy, i don't how long you've been waiting for this and i'm sorry for that, but now my life is a lot more organized in the new town and i finally do have time to this, i'll happily write to you honey.
yes, i'm back! You guys probably hate me rn, but i forgot the password (y'all know i didn't). Now i'm in a good place (mentally speaking), so i'll close the requests and write everything i owe you guys
i'll try and reopen it in a month, and add the NBC Hannibal and The Walking Dead to the list. Love ya!
