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GUYS! I'm about to make a new Drabble list. Have any of you got good prompts? I'm gonna do it half-half. Half of prompts will be yours and half - mine (or maybe found somewhere else) Come on, help❤️ Yes, Love. I count on you. Yes, YOU, gorgeous.

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Prompt: “This is not a game. You are falling to the point of no return.”

Author: Aya-Fay

Fandom: Gotham

Pairing: Victor Zsasz x reader

By @tangentasilem​

Tagging: @animeo2l @midnightschemesanddreams  @multi-villain-imagines @gotham-city-tales  @queencobblefreezestuff @myregardstothereader @jokesterwrites @minpov @luciebell-writes @just-a-little-crazy @rawrcoptergaming @taintedmarker @emberandshadow @cobblehearts  @the-teapot-of-fandoms @awteitha @millicentcordelia @tangentasilem @socktrollqueen @miss-harleenquinzel @socktrollqueen @welcome-to-cobblepothell​

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I do The 100, Gotham and Fantastic Beasts.

“This is not a game. You are falling to the point of no return.” Your screams echoed through half empty house, trying its best to reach the heart of the man, who hidden it so deep, he no longer believed he had one. “You can’t just get up and go when you are called! You just got here! We were about to have dinner! My birthday dinner, Zsasz - for god’s sake! Victor, you promised! You promised me!” You cried out as you saw the figure running downstairs, collecting all the ammunition he could, while you were standing, leaning on the door frame. It was going to be the best evening of this year: it was your birthday and you prepared for it quite long. You spent hours on makeup and dress, knowing well enough Victor would appreciate the gesture, even though he would never confess it.

“What can I say?” You heard a muffled deep voice from the floor above yourself. “You know I can’t refuse the job, _____. I just got into my position and I don’t want to lose it without even trying to maintain!” He walked downstairs, putting his guns into holsters, pressed to his hips. “You knew what you got yourself into, girl. You don’t like it – you know where the door is. I won’t stop you and you know it.” He whispered, walking closer to you, stopping only when his hot breath brushed across your cheek, finally pressing to your ear. “And that’s the exact reason why you are still here and not walking out of the door.” He smirked, pressing a chaste kiss to your temple, before walking off to the door. But before he had a chance to open it, he heard a soft, quiet words, that made him stop in his tracks and freeze, but not looking away from the door’s handle he held.

“Once you walk out that door – we are done, Victor. It can’t go on like this: you work, then come here for a few hours to only leave again. Without giving a name to this…” You draw an invisible line between the two of you. “Thing between us. I’m sick and tired of you using me, Zsasz. Either you make it as official as your job let you, or we are done. And as I said: you walk out that door – we are done.” You tiredly stated, watching man’s figure steal up and shiver before Victor turned the door handle and disappeared into the darkness of the night.

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Prompt: “You can make all the excuses all you want, but you really fucked up this time.”

Author: Aya-Fay

Fandom: Gotham

Pairing: Victor Zsasz x reader

By Anonymous

PS: That’s the second part of my drabble set called “Glowing”. The first part could be found HERE.

Tagging: @animeo2l @midnightschemesanddreams  @multi-villain-imagines @gotham-city-tales  @queencobblefreezestuff @myregardstothereader @jokesterwrites @minpov @luciebell-writes @just-a-little-crazy @rawrcoptergaming @taintedmarker @emberandshadow @cobblehearts  @the-teapot-of-fandoms @awteitha @millicentcordelia @tangentasilem @socktrollqueen @miss-harleenquinzel @socktrollqueen @welcome-to-cobblepothell​ @tangentasilem​

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I do The 100, Gotham and Fantastic Beasts.

Time flew by and you didn’t notice how autumn turned into winter and how your life started to get into steady, yet lifeless rhythm consisting of work – house – work, only stopping itself for the weekends, when  you could go and relax with your friends, who were incredibly supportive of your state.

They may not know who the mysterious man you cried yourself to sleep about was, but they knew you were hurt. And that’s what mattered to them. They wanted so badly to see your gorgeous sunny smile again, that they were willing to sell their souls just for you to smile again and you didn’t have a heart to tell them that for your smile it would probably be quite a hard quest to find its way back to your features.

Victor, who destroyed your heart with his leaving, not only broke it, but he also shattered every little faith you had for being happy. When you met him, you were broken and lonely and just fell into the hands of the first person who showed you any kind of affection and Victor did. Oh god, how good his acting was! He wined and dined you in the best old-fashioned way possible, making you fall for himself.

Truth be told, when you found out what he really was, you panicked. And in a state of utter fear you run out of the house to your car, trying to disappear from his life, so you could continue pretend that Gotham’s dark side was nothing but a child’s horror story. You have lived your whole life doing so, so you wished to continue doing so. Dating a killer has never been on your life plans’ list.

But as if the whole world was against you, too familiar car showed up in a distance, approaching yours too fast for you to drive away. But you did try it anyway, before the car stopped in front of you, making you slam the breaks as hard as you can and being hit with the steering wheel.

You remembered well enough how Victor walked out of his car, brushing off the road dust that settled on his jacket and straighten it from the sitting position he previously had. You perfectly well remembered how he walked up to your car and simply knocked on your window, making you low it only to hear about your destination and why you’ve been looking like you were about to runaway.

Needless to say, how easy it was for his to convince you to come back. How easy you fell into the trap you’ve fallen into many times before. You were no longer broken, but healing and in love. And love seemed pretty bright at that time.

But then Victor had to come and ruin everything.

And not you question yourself if you can forgive him and take him back or you just should move on, hoping for the better.

You’ve been sitting at home, reading a book, preparing for your tomorrow’s speech, when almost quiet scratching on a door caught your attention. Intrigued you put away the book you were holding and got up, moving to the window next to your front door, taking in the picture you witnessed.

Victor Zsasz, covered into snow from head to toe was silently knocking on your door, shivering hard from the cold as you assumed. These evenings were no longer warm – they turned into cold ones, when no one wanted to be caught up in them.

Sighed, you took a deep breath and opened the door, calming your suddenly fast beating heart and made yourself strip off your mask of happiness you tried to give your friends. You wished your heart was bulletproof and cold, so you wouldn’t feel sudden jolt of pain deeply in your heart.

“How can I help you?” You asked, folding hands in front of your breasts, as if pretecting yourself from the stare you got in return: heated, angry and possessive.

“Don’t act like you don’t know why I am here, _____. You know well enough I came back to get back what’s mine.” Victor said, looking you straight in the eyes, not breaking the contact, but not moving any further.

“Well, Victor. You came here for nothing. You no longer welcome here. I told you, Victor. I gave you a choice and you made yours. So I no longer see any purpose for us to meet.” You stated, not completely believing in your own words, but knowing it had to be done, so you could come back to the life you tried so hard to steady.

Truth be told – you didn’t know what you wanted as your heart was hurt and pain was the reason you made your decisions the way you did, instead of listening to your heart and soul. Deep down you knew that you wanted nothing more than to be with this man, but the pain you felt said otherwise and this time you were willing to act on it.

“_____, you can’t be serious! You know duty called and I had no other option but to submit to it. This is my job we are talking about!” He said in a raising voice, trying his best not to hit something out of frustration. “You can’t really break up with me for something you agreed with in the beginning! Don’t be a fool! Come on, stop acting like a child and go back already.” He waved in the direction of his car, trying to make you leave with him.

But as he was studying your face he noticed something that was not there before: submission and tiredness. And the voice you used on him was stern and cold, not the warm and understanding he remembered. Maybe you were right and he went too far and overdid his limits, but he was too proud to admit his own faults. He has always been bad at this.

“You can make all the excuses all you want, but you really fucked up this time.” You plainly said tiredness evident in your lifeless voice even more. “Please, don’t make me call the cops to throw you out of my frontyard.” You said and closed the door, watching through the window as Victor’s figure disappeared into the snow. Twice already you’ve seen this man go out of your life and you wandered if it’s going to stay this way from now on.

[aya-fay]

I have got a guest, who is coming over to meet you all tomorrow. Guess who's in for such fun?

[aya-fay]

Prompt: “Just close your eyes and breathe.” & “Now there’s no way back from the things you’ve done.”

Author: Aya-Fay

Fandom: Gotham

Pairing: Oswald Cobblepot x reader (platonic); Victor Zsasz x reader

By @multi-villain-imagines and Anonymous

Tags:  @queencobblefreezestuff @myregardstothereader @animeo2l @midnightschemesanddreams   @taintedmarker  @gotham-city-tales  @jokesterwrites @minpov @luciebell-writes @just-a-little-crazy @rawrcoptergaming @emberandshadow @cobblehearts  @the-teapot-of-fandoms @awteitha @millicentcordelia @tangentasilem  @socktrollqueen

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I do The 100, Gotham and Fantastic Beasts.

Ever since Oswald killed off Isabella, Edward went out of his own mind, scheming his revenge on Oswald. And there were no better way to repay for his loss than to take away the only person Oswald cared about: his best friend.

Everyone knew that Oswald had no friends or family members that stayed alive on his way to the top, yet here you were. And the reason for your excellent surviving skills was that you were friends with benefits with the man, who had Gotham in fear. Victor Zsasz.

You wish you could tell how exactly it happened and how you found yourself drawn to the two most gruesome and feared men in Gotham. Or why they were so good to you. You had no idea.

You remember how you were supporting Oswald after both his parents deaths: after his mom’s death he was sad, but lived through it pretty quickly, if such tragedy could be survived in a quick way. But after his father’s death; father about whose existence he just found out, he was devastated and completely not in his right state of mind. And while you were helping him holding on and not giving up, along with getting him what he needed: love and support; Victor was out of the picture completely, even thought he knew you needed him the most. You told him yourself. A few times. When you tried to reach him through various phone calls and texts. But to no avail. Victor was gone and you needed to keep living your life.

Months later you saw your friend growing closer to the man, you though unworthy of his feelings. Because you knew well enough – Edward Nygma was good in many ways and things BUT affections. He was smart, cunning, sly, witty and even handsome, but all these parts of him disappeared before one – heartlessness. Edward Nygma was obviously the most heartless man on the whole earth. And that made him extremely dangerous.

So when one day you opened your door and found crooked figure of Oswald on the floor, you knew that things went south.    

“Oswald?” You never had a chance to continue your sentence as Oswald leaned closer to you, burying himself into your stomach as a child and started to sob. You tried to shake him and make him speak to you, but he was a crying mess and that scared the hell out of you. He has never been that vulnerable in front of you before, even after his parents’ deaths, and now you have been lost for words, so you caressed his hair slowly, rocking him as a baby, humming the lullaby. “What happened, Os?”

He looked up from your t-shirt and mumbled something you didn’t really make out, as he was getting up, pressing himself to you for physical support.

“What was that?” You asked again, slowly making your way through your small apartment with his figure almost hung on yours, before you helped him into the chair and went to the kitchen area. It couldn’t be really called a kitchen, as it was just a small cornered area part of the living room.

“I did something. Something I am not proud about, but something that had to be done.” He said, as you grabbed the bottle of wine and poured some in the two glasses that had been placed on your table the night before, but never been used.

“Go ahead.” You encouraged him, giving him the glass and sliding on the arm of the chair he had been occupied, placing your hand on his shoulder for comfort.

“I might be the reason why Edward would want me dead. And everyone I keep close to my heart.” He said, avoiding your gaze, taking a deep breath and finally looking up at you. “I assisted in his crush’s death and now I am afraid he won’t stop before he found out who did it and that person would pay for it.”

Taken aback, you left the chair and took a step away.

“No-no-no. You did not do that!” You whispered, but one glance on Oswald’s face was enough to understand that he was deadly serious. “Now there’s no way back from the things you’ve done… He would never forgive you. Fuck the forgiveness part! He would never leave this situation alone before he found out the truth! Bloody hell, Os…” You weakly sit on the floor, comprehending the facts that had been occupying your head.

“I know he would do something stupid, once he knows it was me. So I already called in a person, who would stay with you, before I solve this problem I’ve made.” With that being said, he was silently sipping his wine, not saying another word to you that evening.

In a week time you were living with Os and the man he called for your protection – Victor, who you didn’t really wanna talk much to. He left you there to sort out the damage that has been done.

Every evening for a week you’ve been sitting with Victor in Oswald’s library, not talking, just staring at each other or studying the high ceiling.

“It has to stop, _______. I am fed up with you ignoring my presence.” Victor broke the silence, moving closer to you and now standing before you. “I am not the man you could play with, ____.” He hissed as he roughly grabbed your hand, picking you up from your spot and pressing you to his chest. “You know I couldn’t be here, so stop acting like a child and realize already I wouldn’t leave if I haven’t completely had to.”

You nodded, trying to lessen his grip on your wrist, as it was making you uncomfortable, which he realized and let your hand go, but before you could said a word in reply, you heard Oswald’s voice, who tried to calm Nygma, who was demanding answers.

Your eyes went wide and scared; you looked at Victor, who stood there, readying himself for an escape. The panic started rising in your chest, making your limbs going wobbly and numb. You have been locked away into Oswald’s room along with the man, who was ordered to keep you safe, yet you didn’t feel safe at all.

Noticing your state, Victor pressed you closer, burying your head in the crook of his neck. “Just close your eyes and breathe. You will be safe, no matter what.”

You relaxed, breathing in familiar scent and you couldn’t stop yourself from giggling when you heard the words Victor mumbled into your hair.

“I am so screwed.”

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Prompt: “I can hear your heart racing from here.” & “I'd probably still adore you with your hands around my neck.” & “Are you mine?”

Author: Aya-Fay

Fandom: Gotham

Pairing: Victor Zsasz x reader

Warning: Some angry Victor; Smut.

By @spaceybound and Anonymous

Tagging: @animeo2l @midnightschemesanddreams  @multi-villain-imagines @gotham-city-tales  @queencobblefreezestuff @myregardstothereader @jokesterwrites @minpov @luciebell-writes @just-a-little-crazy @rawrcoptergaming @taintedmarker @emberandshadow @cobblehearts  @the-teapot-of-fandoms @awteitha @millicentcordelia @tangentasilem @socktrollqueen @miss-harleenquinzel

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I do The 100, Gotham and Fantastic Beasts.

Could tell you what you wanna hear

Cause the truth is always in the way…

The apartment was quiet, until you heard the cracking noise of your door being ripped from its place. The wind gushed through the living room, crawling into other rooms and finally settling in the bedroom you were in.

The darkness of the room was suffocating. Slow music enchanted you to its rhythms, making you bite your lips in anticipation. You have been there before. It wasn’t something new, yet it felt different.

Dark sheets were silky when you touched them. Their coolness gave the way to light shivers to run down your body.

The man you’ve let in was standing before you, but looking through you, as if thinking hard about something. And the phone in one hand that had your photo lighting up on it didn’t help you to calm down even slightest bit.

Because on that photo you were not in your usual clothes. You had your uniform on. The uniform Victor was supposed to not know anything about.

“I can hear your heart racing from here, you know?” He asked you in a deep voice, making you gulp in fear.

It has never been a great idea to sleep with the enemy of your brother. Let alone Victor Zsasz himself. But as if it wasn’t enough, you fell. And you fell hard for the said man.

No, it wasn’t because he was a good person or because your love changed him: you didn’t believe in such bullshit, knowing that the person couldn’t be changed overnight even if you wanted him too. Truth be told, person couldn’t be changed unless said person wants to! And Victor, let’s just said… not a big fan of changes.

You fell for him because you adopted his wickedness and learnt to love it and live with it. But never knew he would become so hostile towards you. Yes, he was obsessive and dangerous. Yes, he might be cruel and rough, but he never did something to hurt you. At least intentionally.

You rolled from your side of a bed, running as fast as you can towards your bathroom where you left your badge and gun, but being caught but Victor’s hand, that slipped around your waist, sending you flying back to bed, not letting you go out of his eyesight.

I never wanna live in fear

I don't wanna hold back all the things I need to say

I got you figured out,

You need to have control…

“I'd probably still adore you with your hands around my neck.” You said in tempting voice, making Victor growl in frustration. He knew you had no limits and no idea when to stop, but you being okay with death wish? Never did he know it. The moment his hand gripped your throat went unnoticed by both of you as the two of you were too indulged into eyeing each other.  

“Shut your fucking mouth” he said, clutching your neck tighter than before. You just swallowed hard and tried to take another breath. You knew Victor can be rough sometimes. But his it has never touched you before like this. He has never been cruel towards you. But something snapped in him and here you were: choking on your words, struggling to not only speak but also breathe.

Truth to be told you knew what was wrong. You shouldn’t have mess with Victor’s head for such a long time.

“Make me.” You laughed, as Victor moved closer, hovering over you, before attacking your lips with his in a hungry aggressive kiss. There was nothing romantic or loving about the kiss. It was pure battle for dominance and the hunger the two of you had been feeling for quite some time.

While your tongues were struggling to get control over other’s one, his hands moved to your body, quickly removing such an unnecessary pieces of clothing.

Moving fast and hectically, Victor pulled off your bra, making himself an access to your breast. Biting your lip last time and drawing a bit of a blood, he moved his lips to your nipple and started playing with it, licking and sucking, making it hardened, while his right hand was massaging the other one, making you moan in pleasure, arching your back a bit, pushing his shoulders down, trying to make him go down and go to the only place you’d like to see him now.

Smirking, he moved down, pulled off your panties, spreading your legs, kissing the thighs with wet kissed, leaving the trail of them behind as he moved to the core. Looking up, he locked his eyes with you, as he slowly licked your core once, as if wanting to see the reaction. Raising your brow at him, you bit your lip, feeling the taste of blood on it and licked it away, making Victor smirk before flicking his tongue, making you grip the sheets underneath your heated body.

Victor’s tongue had been making circles around your core, licking it, before diving in, flicking his tongue swiftly until your cunt was dripping wet and the only thought on your mind was about well-known bald assassin.

The view of your unstoppably moving body was enough for Victor to lick your cunt once more, before painfully slowly move towards your face, sealing your lips with his kiss. Much more slower now. Gentle one.

And while he was kissing you, his right hand moved to your pussy, inserting one finger into it, giving your time to get used to it, before adding another one and stretching your cunt, getting it ready, while catching your moans with his lips, not letting them be aloud.

You circled your hands around Victor’s neck, while he was sucking on yours, clearly leaving hickeys.

You could feel the tip of his dick near your entrance, waiting while he was sucking on your neck, mumbling something, you couldn’t really make out.

“What...?” You whispered, trying to not scream from all the emotions that had been running.

“I asked…” Victor looked up at you with his dilated pupils, which made his eyes almost black. “Are you mine?” He asked, as he slowly moved into you, making you gasp at sudden sensation.

Your gaze was still locked with his, while your voice was nowhere to be found, which made you nod in agreement.

As if it was only thing Victor waited for, he sped up, helping you wrap your legs around him, making him go deeper, and turning you into a moaning mess beneath himself.

The speed was rising up, the heat was becoming too much and soon you could feel him going undone, spilling into you, as he finally got to his high. The steady rhythmic moves on your clit, that he kept making after releasing, sent you into your own high, making you come.

As soon as you two cleaned up the mess after yourselves, you leaned into Victor’s hot body, laying your head on his shoulder, feeling exhaustion taking over you, making you close your eyes. Feeling your breath becoming slower and steadier, but not yet becoming the breath of sleeping man, Victor turned his head to yours, leaving a kiss on your template.

“Were you even gonna tell me about your relations to Gordon or what you were doing for living, police girl?” He mocked as you were slowly drifting off to sleep.

“Yeah, didn’t know how to come around such thing…” He heard your hushed sleepy voice before you drift off into dreamless sleep.

Victor left the room as the first rays of the rising sun hit the wooden floor. The man looked around taking in the sight of the sleeping woman in front of him

He didn’t have a right to be weak. But he couldn’t refuse himself such weakness once in a while. And who’s gonna judge him now?

[aya-fay]

Prompt: “Don’t be scared, I’m right here.”

Author: Aya-Fay

Fandom: The 100

Pairing: John Murphy x reader

By Anonymous

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I do The 100, Gotham and Fantastic Beasts.

Being among other criminals felt weird. Yes, you did some pretty nasty stuff and the only reason you weren’t floated right away was your age, but being among other criminals was odd. To be honest, being among other people in general was pretty much not your favorite part of life.

You had been growing up alone, while your parents drowned their demons in liquid they could barely afford. It wasn’t your fault you were unwanted child; simple mistake of the nature, your parents could do nothing about.

You had never been planned to be born, yet you had been and your life was testing you from the very beginning: your birth; alcoholic parents and now you were thrown down to Earth. The place people just hoped to be habitable.

Looking around, you carefully watched every teenager doing what they were told. You had been sitting on improvised bench due to the fall you had earlier, which ended up in twisted ankle and wrist for you.

That was a joke your friend made. It just got out of his hands, as it always had happened before. You knew John your whole life, as your parents were neighbors and once yours gave up to alcohol, John who was 5 years older than you, turned out to become your own guardian. He wasn’t the greatest one, making mistakes, as he still was little himself, yet it was enough to make sure you survived.

He cooked meals for you, while your parents were unconscious; he made your homework with you, even though you didn’t need his help. He just seemed generally concerned about your well being.

But everything changed once his father was floated. You tried to reach him, but he was untouchable: not meeting your gazes, avoiding you when you tried to talk. He just made sure to not notice you and as time flew, you turned yourself towards the worst company you could. They showed you how to steal and how to get everything you want. Illegally, but who cared? At that point you had no one: your mother had been floated for stealing, while your dad died because of heart attack. You were alone: lonely and scared. With no friends, but young criminals.

And young criminals for sure was a great company to get into skyboxes.

But as I said before, you life liked testing your boundaries. Your neighbor was none other than John Murphy. The guy, who you still considered as your friend. After all this time.

You train of thoughts had been interrupted by sudden movement on your left side. Turning your head you noticed the boy, who was looking towards the ground, nervously playing with the knife in his hands.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbled just about whisper. You wouldn’t hear him if you weren’t looking at his face. John Murphy might be an ass. But he was your friend and you could do nothing about it.

“That’s okay, John. Or Murphy? How do I call you nowadays?” You asked looking at the young boy, who just shrugged and looked away into the woods.

“I don’t care, ______.” He continued, gulping and taking a deep breath as if he was about to jump into water. “I’m sorry for what happened here and of the Ark.”

You nodded, knowing well enough, that John wouldn’t say much on the topic in hands.

“Don’t be scared, I’m right here. The Earth won’t get to you, okay?” John said waving his hand, trying to make sure you understand what he meant. “The wrist and ankle would be your biggest problems as long as I’m around.” He got up, leaving you behind as he said the next few words. “We are neighbors again. Guess its fate, ________________.”

You just looked at his retreating figure with a raised brow.

Just this morning, before the incident, you were neighbors with Harper and Octavia and John Murphy’s tent was on the other side of the camp.

You looked at his tent now, finding your own next to his. You once again found yourself next to him. Neighbors.

Smirking, you got up and moved towards his tent.

Fate, my ass.

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Coming up next week

That's what coming up your way next week, sweeties: Percival Graves; Edward Nygma; Victor Zsasz; Newt Scamander; Bellamy Blake; And John Murphy. Stay tuned and love you all❤