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i-smoke-chapstick · 17 days
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‘THE VALLEY, [hard kinks! hcs]
-GOTHAM!VILLAINS X READER-
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⋆ Characters ↬ Oswald Cobblepot, Victor Zsasz, Edward Nygma, Jerome Valeska, Jervis Tetch
⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; hard and unusual kinks hcs with the gotham villain men
⋆ tags/warnings. GOTHAM!villains x female reader. PURE PORN like this is absolutely filthy and descriptive. Some of these are probably too creative and WAY out of character, but oh well. I need to practice my smut writing skills and what better way to do it then with some short scenarios of our boys ? HARD KINKS (all of them are too kinky for there own good) sadomasochistic sex warning for victor and jerome,,, and (sort of?) non-consensual hypnosis warning for jervis, somnophilia and bondage warning for ed. controlling and degrading behavior.
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𝛰𝑆𝑊𝐴𝐿𝐷 𝐶𝛰𝐵𝐵𝐿𝐸𝑃𝛰𝑇
♫ “Obey, like I’m your master babe.” The Valley by Miguel
He has a habit of leaving in the mornings. He’s a gangster, a crime lord. He loves his job…you think. But it’s hard. Especially seeing him go. Which is why when the two of you fuck, he makes it worth your while.
Yes, he’s shy. He despises indecency. He doesn’t fuck, he makes love. At least, that’s what he likes to think, so you let him.
But you know better. Oswald can’t control anything about himself. The man is impulsive and spoiled. And when he wants you to feel something, you feel it. For better or for worse.
Which is why when he’s awfully pent up and sexually frustrated, you reap the benefits of the king of gotham’s cock pistoning into you. He needs to feel wanted. He needs the two of you to feel loved. He thinks the two of you are sweetly and slowly fucking in his mind. But in reality?
His thick length is hammering into you, selfishly ignoring your pleas. No, he gets drunk on them. Even if he doesn’t want to admit how obscene he’s being.
You’ll feel his sticky tip align with your pussy. He means to enter you slowly, but before you know it, he’s letting himself go. Every inch of his cock is filling you up, taking you in. His eyes are rolling back as he feels you clench around him, and he tries to push all the more unsavory thoughts out of his head.
Thoughts of you tied up. Worshipping him. Unable to resist him. Thoughts of you riding his thighs, while he gives the order to shoot someone dead. The idea of you bending to him, being a good servant. Kissing his shoes, groveling and kneeling. Degrading you.
His fingers sink into the fat of your thighs and ass, clawing at any part of you he can grasp.
His mother taught him better, he reprimands himself. But how can he stay composed and loving when you look at him like he’s the only man in the world?
Oh, he wants to make you feel good, loved, and have this be an act of intimacy. It’s what he was raised to believe sex was for. But he also wants you on your knees, choking on his length, collared like a dog.
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𝑉𝐼𝐶𝑇𝛰𝑅 𝑍𝑆𝐴𝑆𝑍
♫ “I wanna fuck like we're filming in the valley.” The Valley by Miguel
Victor is always upfront with what he wants. And he’s been around the block one too many times. He’s fucked around quite a bit. He’s a ladies man, what can he say?
Which is why vanilla sex is entirely boring to him. Well, maybe not entirely. Not with you.
But theres something so special about mixing physical pain, his sole desire, with you, his other sole desire. It’s his lifes work, meeting the love of his life. What’s not to like?
Which is why he blunty suggests the idea. And boy is he glad he did.
A phone camera is pushed into your face while he records everything. The sloppy noises of your pretty pink mouth slipping and sliding around his cock.
It’s not just any homemade porno either, no. It’s a borderline snuff film.
He films himself slotting his cock into your swollen lips, one hand recording, another hand on a pistol pressed firmly against your head while you choke on his cock. The gun isn’t loaded of course, at least, you don’t think it is.
If the gun is loaded, you’re sure he’s playing a dangerous game with himself. Testing his own capabilities. He’s the best of the best, and his fingers are placed firmly on the trigger. If he loses control or focus for even a moment, you could never see the light of day again. Each time he cums is like a self-made test for himself, an ego trip. He’s excercising the greatest control not to accidentally pull the trigger and pop your top.
You’re spitting wildly, tears and saliva and cum mixing on your face. You’ve been sucking him off for what feels like hours, playing this game, and it’s still not enough. No, the man could live his whole life with your face inbetween his thighs. You have no clue what round you’re on.
“There you go…sweetness. Uh-huh…take it.” He’ll press the gun further into your temple, talking down to you slowly. It’s awfully demeaning.
He never shuts the fuck up during sex. This is no exception. His dry humor persists in every word, even as his gun comes into contact with your fucked out wet face, or a blade slices through your sweet soft thighs.
He’s doing close-up shots of every cut he makes on your skin. He marks the both of you, respectively. He keeps the videos in his pocket for later. Y’know, just in case you aren’t there, and he needs something to jack off to. He’s a manwhore, and he can admit it.
He’ll ask to show the videos to Wendell. Just so he knows Victor wasn’t lying about his girl being a total catch.
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𝐸𝐷𝑊𝐴𝑅𝐷 𝑁𝑌𝐺𝑀𝐴
♫ “I wanna taste your sweat, force my fingers in your mouth.” The Valley by Miguel
Oh, Eddy. Ever the show man. Oddly enough, I think he has the dirtiest mind and the highest sex drive out of everyone on this list. In the words of CMS, "He loves donuts and getting laid." You're no exception babe.
Similarly, he isn't the kinkiest when he's at the GCPD. The poor baby is so vanilla; so eager to please. If you want a man to put your needs above his own? Look no further. Eddy is your guy. But similar to Ozzy, the man grapples with control. How can he resist when your small sleeping body looks so innocent? So willing?
You wake up to him pumping his dick deep into your hole, groping your breasts and ass, hips plowing harshly into your stretched cunt. He wants to apologize, for waking you. He feels bad of taking advantage of you. But it's your fault. The man is a little bit of a creep and has gone his whole life without pussy. What did you expect?
That being said...when he undergoes his transformation of sorts? It's like he has something to prove, to you and himself. Riddler baby is tired of hiding in the shadows, no, it's show time. If you thought the somnophilia was kinky, you've seen nothing yet.
Season 3-4 Ed is desperate to dominate you. Claim you in every way. Prove to himself that you're not going anywhere. It's a deep seated need to exert control, with a touch of dramatic flair.
Which is why, from time to time, especially on special occasions, you'll wake up from being drugged, ball-gagged in a warehouse, tied to a chair, moaning around a vibrator overstimulated against your cunny. He'll watch the whole show, pleased with his handiwork.
Might even turn it into a game. How many riddles can you answer? Maybe if you get one right, he'll let you cum. And if you don't get one right, prepare to be in for a long, long night.
Ed's pushing his thick long fingers into your tight little pussy, watching your cream spread along his fingertips. He'll force his fingers in your mouth, making you taste yourself. Making you taste what he's doing to you.
He's giggling while he does so, smile wide while you gag around him. Oh, this will be fun.
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𝐽𝐸𝑅𝛰𝑀𝐸 𝑉𝐴𝐿𝐸𝑆𝐾𝐴
♫ “lips, tits, clit, sit.” The Valley by Miguel
Would it be too brave to go on record to say the mans a virgin? I'm sorry, but he didn't get any pussy in that carnival.
Which is why he's incredibly sex starved. The man is feral. Hungry. He fucks you like a dog in heat half the time. You're his own personal pocket pussy, who will love him no matter what.
So when he tells you to do something, you better do it.
For instance, when he tells you to sit on his face, he means sit. No hovering. No, he wants the entirety of your weight in his mouth so he can tongue fuck you into oblivion.
He's wildly gripping at you, laughing like a mad man as he keeps you in place firmly. He's digging into your cunt with his tongue like a man whose getting his first lick of pussy. He's slapping your ass, letting you ride his face like a cowgirl.
He'll slap your sopping cunt. He'll spit in your mouth, on your face, on your pussy. He loves everything feral and sloppy. And for his own good, the man can't shut up. He loves some good dirty talk.
"Hah! There you go, doll. You want it raw? You do, don'tcha? Naughty, naughty girl." Excuse his breeding kink. "Should just pump you right up with my cum. Get you all messy. Cream-pie you riiiiiiight here," He cackles, hand hovering over you're lower stomach.
He likes seeing your face contort in pleasure and pain when your thighs scratch the staples on his face.
Oh, he's a biter. Your thighs might be bleeding by the time he's done, biting hard enough to break skin. You'll yelp in pain and it will spur him on, like you're his own personal show to watch.
God, please hit him back. Slap him. Push him around. He adores it- the two of you fucking like wild animals, clawing and at each others throats, all the while his girthy length his pounding into your sweet tight hole.
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𝐽𝐸𝑅𝑉𝐼𝑆 𝑇𝐸𝑇𝐶𝐻
♫ “Tell me that you love it darling." The Valley by Miguel
Jervis has a very deep seated need to have you close to him. To have you bonded with him. He's obsessive, clingy, stalkerish. And he loves a good old fashioned Victorian flirtation. But god, he gets tired of waiting.
He's a gentlemen through and through. But even gentlemen have needs. And when he sees you in that light blue dress he bought you, pussy peaking out through the short skirt? Or how you lick your lips when the tea he makes you dribbles down?
He'll have to take what he wants eventually.
He knows you'll say yes. Even though the two of you have never talked about sex. No, you're his Alice. His willing little girl. Why would you ever say no to him? And he's right. He could ask, and you would probably say yes.
But, just for a precaution...Can't have you running off like the white rabbit, can he?
It will be late night after the two of you have tea. And he'll pull out his pocket watch. And before you know it, you'll be pinned on top a table, dress pooling between your legs, pulling on his hair against your will.
It's a sight he will never sick of. His sticky ropes of cum dripping, tainting the dress he'd bought you. It trickles down from your spine. You'll be too fucked out to walk the next day, and you won't even remember why.
He takes you, ignoring your pleas and whines of overstimulation. He'll continue to stuff his cock inside you until he feels pity for you.
Hypnotizing you while he's balls-deep inside of you, messily thrusting as he tries to concentrate. "You love this. Tell me you love me. Tell me you love this." His words scramble as he comes undone himself, letting your mind wash over and speak the words against your will.
If somehow you piece two and two together, the cum stains on your dress- and the feeling of being stretched out the next morning...assure him he doesn't have to hypnotize you.
Or let him keep it up. It's more fun for him this way.
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gothamitelove · 10 months
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Victor Zsasz, Jervis Tetch, & Jerome Valeska (all Gotham) how they would react to you asking them to dance? If they say yes, what kind of dance would it be? Please and thank you:]
sure!! make those boys have fun bestie i support you (and sorry this took so long omg)
victor zsasz: is 100% down to dance. he knows some sick moves he can bust out. really likes dancing in public because he gets to show you off
jervis tetch: likes dancing, but doesn't do it much in public. he'll do it if you're asking, though. he likes more classical dance- think the waltz, stuff like that.
jerome valeska: also Very hyped to dance with you. he gives you a huge grin and says, "anything for you, doll" and then you are off to the RACES my friend. he's a little rough around the edges but he'll make sure you have fun
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I love you victor zsasz you funky lil dude
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iamanabsolutemess · 5 months
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Scene that should've been in Gotham
*In the iceberg lounge looking at a frozen Ed*
Random: um- is that a statue?
Zsasz: Nope, that's real
Random: is he alive?
Zsasz: *Shrugs*
Random: ok... Why?
Zsasz: the boss had a crush on him.
Random: ...
Random: well I think it could be a major health code violation.
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How Gotham villains react to their s/o getting shot
Oswald Cobblepot
Victor Zsasz
Butch Gilzean
Eduardo Dorrance
Salvatore Maroni
Translation: Sul doppio - on the double, Tesoro - sweetheart
Oswald
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Y/n was laying in the grass, blood running down her side. Oswald came running down the hill four guards behind him, he fell to his knees beside her and pulled her close.
"Who did this to you, my dear?" He whispered.
Y/n could barely speak, the pain was too much. She shook her head and gripped one of his lapels.
"I-I didn't see the face....but I think they worked for Fish Mooney."
Oswald went hot and cold at the very sound of her name, he would make her suffer for this. Nobody does this to his woman and lives.
"Gabe! Bring Y/n back up to the house. I need to make a visit to an old friend."
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Victor Zsasz
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Y/n and Zsasz are walking down the road in the rain, it's dark outside and cold. Zsasz hears a gun shot quite close to them, he turned in the direction of the sound when Y/n barely whispers his name.
"V-Victor..."
He spun around and caught her in his arms before she could hit the ground, Victor pressed his hand into her wound and rested his forehead on hers.
"You'll be alright, don't worry...I'll get you home."
Y/n's vision went black and her body felt cold...
Victor gently dabbed a warm washcloth on her forehead while rubbing her arm.
"Victor?" She asked as she opened her eyes, he smiled and connected his lips with hers.
"I won't rest until I find who did this." He whispered.
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Butch Gilzean
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"Woah woah woah!" Butch yelled as Y/n and him raised their hands.
"Nobody has to get hurt here!" Y/n said.
The man in black pointed a gun at her and pulled the trigger, she fell to the floor and gasped.
"You son of a bitch!" Butch yelled.
"Don't fuckin move!" The man in black pointed the gun at him. "Now you'll sit there and watch her die!"
Butch charged at him and knocked his ass out, he picked y/n up and laid her out onto the couch.
"Y/n, stay with me baby. Come on it'll be okay....I'll get you some help."
Butch ran to get Mooney and the nearest physician he could find, when he came back he stayed by her side and stared daggers at the physician.
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Eduardo Dorrance
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Y/n was sitting on the floor, back against the wall when Eddie came running in.
"Y/n!?" He called out. He stopped when he saw her. Y/n was bleeding from her shoulder and obviously about to pass out.
Eduardo could hear footsteps enter the room from the one adjacent to it. Y/n let out a quiet cough and Eddie knelt down next to her making sure she was alright.
"Y/n? Stay with me..."
"I doubt she'll live for very much longer." A man's voice said as he stepped into the light.
Eddie slowly reached for the gun strapped to his thigh, making sure the man in front of him couldn't see.
"Who the hell are you?"
"I am Nathaniel Barnes! I'm sure you've heard of me."
Eddie nodded..
"Yeah I've heard of you, formally Captain of the GCPD. Turned psychopath, tried to kill Jim Gordon. Now you go after a defenseless woman? In her own home, I can see you're still a sick bastard."
Eddie stood and quickly pointed his gun at Barnes, pulling the trigger and shooting him in the gut.
He pulled out his phone and dialed Jim's number, when he picked up Eddie didn't give him a chance to say "Hello".
"Jim! Barnes shot Y/n and I need an ambulance immediately! Why don't you and Harvey get down here and take this son of a bitch in?"
Eduardo hung up and knelt back down next to Y/n, he tucked her hair behind her ear and smiled at her.
"You'll be alright, Gorgeous. They'll be here soon, you just gotta stay awake."
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Salvatore Maroni
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The Irish man held a gun to Y/n's head as Maroni's men circled him.
"I'll kill her, Sal."
Maroni looked livid, this mooch had a gun to HIS girl, in HIS bar. And the man thought he was gonna escape with his life?
"You shoot her, you'll never make it out that door." He said.
The Irishman laughed and pressed the gun to her back, pulling the trigger.
Y/n's eyes when wide, she could feel the hot liquid run down her back.
"S-Sal...I." She stuttered and fell to the floor.
The man pointed the gun at Salvatore and fired, the gun didn't shoot, it only jammed.
Maroni smiled and motioned for his men to grab him, Sal pickled her up and took her to the back and laid her down on the soft couch.
"Franky!" He yelled. "Get me a doctor, sul doppio!
Tears ran down y/n's face, she let out a quiet sob and rapped her arms around his neck.
"Shh shh shh. Don't cry, Tesoro. I'm not going anywhere, I'm staying right here with you."
THE END ❤️
(I hope you liked it. It's not my best work, but I've had covid for a while and haven't been in the right mindset to write stories. But I just decided to make this because I enjoy making Gotham villain headcanons.)
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gothamslostboy · 1 year
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A Small Push
Zsasz x Male Reader
This was meant to be a small paragraph or two on my gotham blog, but I got so carried away
This is the first thing I’ve enjoyed writing so much in a while, so it’s going on the main blog
I didn’t proofread so lmk any typos
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YOU ZSASZ
Very little information is known about Victor Zsasz. Sure, everyone in Gotham knows to avoid him. They know he’s a sadistic assassin, loyal to his boss, and that he’s never been serious. The few who’ve survived him only bc the boss called him off report their pleas for life to be met with indifference, which always turns to a unrelated comment about what he’s doing later or asking about what his victim originally planned to do that day.
You see, the terrifying thing about Zsasz isn’t how great he is at his job. What sends chills down Gothamites spines at the mention of his name is how unbothered he is with human life. Where the rest of us see cold blooded murder, Victor sees Tuesday morning’s work. Nothing more important than an office worker doing paper work. Yet, no matter how perplexed a person gets, none of them have tried asking him why.
Until you came along.
It was a new day at work, having started at this diner earlier this week after police officers told you one of Gotham’s several psychos burnt down your last job. Lucky for you it was your day off, not so lucky for your coworker Lucas, but you hadn’t liked him much anyway. Despite it being a Friday, the diner was almost completely empty tonight. You had only had one customer, an older man who had been in a rush to eat. He tipped well, though his rambling about leaving before “Satan’s Strawberry Milkshake Meal” left an odd impression.
Confusion only grew in your mind when your supervisor asked if you could handle being alone for a couple hours, eyes quickly shifting between you and the clock. Before you could even finish nodding your head she pushed past you, almost knocking over the coat hanger by the door as she ran. Now you were a little pissed, not only for her abruptness, but at the fact she had been whispering to herself about “milkshake psychos”.
What was everyone’s deal tonight? Maybe you were missing some information about this side of town, you had only just moved over here for the job, starting your first shift immediately after putting the moving boxes inside your apartment. You’d have to ask the supervisor when she got back.
The bell above the door rang, and suddenly all the pieces clicked together. Victor Zsasz, cruelest killer in Gotham, had walked through your doors and was striding over to the counter. It was too late to pretend you weren’t here, his eyes had registered your paralyzed form quickly and he gave a short wave before sitting down.
Taking a deep breath, your feet moved before your mind and pulled you all the way to the backside of the counter. Now you were less then 5 feet from the man, his stare unnerving, only amplified by his almost innocently placed hands: fingers interlocked in an almost “prayer” position.
Hello welcome to Margret’s Diner, what can- what would you like this evening Sir- er, um, Mr. Vic- Mr. Zsasz? Your hand were shaking as you held your notepad, small damp marks at the end of your desperate fingers. You didn’t dare to make eye contact, not even as you heard his sudden chuckle.
Why are you so stressed? If anyone should be stressed it’s me, just had to flee a scene. And you don’t have to be so formal, it’s Zsasz.
A scene? Did he mean a crime scene- of the murder variety? Your grip tightens on the yellow paper below you, clearing your throat as if it would bring back the air squeezed out from your lungs. He lowers his head to try and enter your eyeline, obviously enjoying the effect his presence has.
I guess you- aha, you have a fair point there Zsasz. You let some pathetic chuckles fill the space in between your words, only continuing on when Victor motions his hand, amused but feeling a smidge of annoyance at your inability to speak. The adrenaline of being so close to a killer kicks in, forcing a wave of dangerous confidence to enter your system. So, Zsasz, your stance straightens and you grin a bit at his surprise when you look him in the eyes. What can I get you? From what others have said today I’m assuming a milkshake is on your menu? You can’t even believe your own words, and it seems neither can the assassin in front of you. He leans back in his chair, arms crossing as he shakes his head and smiles.
Bravo, his hands make the motion of clapping with out any sound before he leans closer, head resting in his hands. You take a tiny step back. When you picture Victor Zsasz: Gotham’s Greatest Assassin, you saw a serious man. One who would have already shot you just for making any sort of assumption about him. The casual man with a sort of relaxed beauty about him seemed almost unable to kill, but you knew better than to trust your unstable taste in men.
I had you pegged for a coward diner man, where did those words come from? What a surprise that is. His eyes are wide, too full of life for a man who just admitted to committing a crime, or at the very least running from one. You relax knowing that the annoyance he carried earlier seems gone, maybe even replaced with the same fascination for you that you had for him.
Don’t know, maybe I’m losing it. So was I right about that milkshake or what? Have my sources lied? If the pounding of your heart hadn’t been reminding you of your awakeness, you wouldn’t believe this was a real moment. Not a coward, but you’ve certainly never been a brave, confident conversationalist, and definitely not with someone so infamous as Victor.
Huh, guess I was wrong. Strawberry milkshake please, no cherry. Aren’t you a tiny bit scared I’ll kill you? He focused on you now, trying to discern any fearful tells you could have. Itching to see if you truly were insane. It’s rare he finds someone who can speak to him, even rarer that person seems to relax and enjoy the conversation. You speak over the rising sound of your heart, and scare yourself a bit by resting a hand on the counter and leaning towards the man dressed in black.
If you killed me, who would make the milkshake? You don’t know where the ingredients are and then you’d have a body in your way! Doesn’t seem ideal for a relaxing milkshake. You let a big grin cover your face when it’s apparent Victor enjoyed your answer, laughing and moving just a bit closer. He lets his head flop to the side, catching in in his right hand while pointing at you with his left.
Oh you are fun. Also new here. I come here every week, surprised no one told you. Kinda well known around here. He jokingly rolls his eyes as he finishes his sentence.
He meant it. You are fun, he’s gonna have to keep you around. No matter the cost. It’s obvious to him this is at least partially a front, your hand is more relaxed, but still shaking. But even still, he doesn’t meet people who joke with him on the day to day. Only other assassins, even then it’s typically not good natured, and they usually end up dead. But you. He doesn’t even know your name but he’s on the edge of his seat waiting for you to reply. You’re cute. You’re funny. And you’re blushing everytime he gets closer, Victor doesn’t think you even noticed that you were.
Zsasz made a promise to himself the day he realized he was different from those around him. The day he realized no one else enjoyed watching the pain of others, no one enjoyed causing it, when he observed quick movements in the opposite direction as he walked towards ppl, the day he pieced together it wasn’t normal to relish in that. Victor Zsasz promised himself that when he found someone he didn’t want to hurt, even a little bit, he wouldn’t let them escape. Lucky day, he found you. Even with his favorite torture methods & his favorite weapons, no scenario in his mind felt right, at least not the unconsentually violent ones. You’re voice fades into his mind. He hadn’t even realized he zoned out.
Zsasz? You ok there? What did you get shot fleeing? are you gonna die on me? Your real concern, hidden behind sarcasm didn’t escape him. How cute. Looking you in the eyes Victor answers.
Nah I’m to good for that. Thinking about you. Wanna make yourself a milkshake too? My treat! He slams his hand on the table, expectingly waiting for you to comply.
Well, it is a slow day, why not! Walking over to the blender, a question nags at you. Hey Zsasz? You take a deep breath again before deciding to commit. Ask ya’ a question?
Sure diner man, if you can do two things. He holds up two fingers, and opens up the jar of maraschino cherries you were struggling with. Numero uno: you can call me Victor now, you’re fun. Numer dos: let me know your name! Diner man is fun an’ all, but it’s unfair you know mine.
Victor pops a cherry in his mouth as he waits for the blender to stop. Never taking his gaze away from his new prize.
Oh shit, sorry. Totally forgot. Um, Y/N, Y/N L/N! And well, I guess I was wondering- I just wanna know- I’m curious how you do it? For the first time since the beginning of Victor’s visit, you’re too nervous to look at him. What if he thought that was too personal? You place a straw in his milkshake and slide it over to him, gasping when his hand wraps around your wrist.
Don’t get all shy on me L/N, we are having so much fun. I do a lot of things, you’re gonna have to be specific. He notices your hesitancy to continue and pulls you into him, almost spilling his milkshake as he whispers in your ear. I don’t bite, well, unless you want me to handsome. He lets you pull back and winks, sipping at his cool drink.
You do the same, hoping it will combat the heat flooding your body, hoping it’s not, but knowing it is very visible on your cheeks. Alrighty Victor, he loves how you say his name, intently locking his eyes on your fidgeting hands. How do you kill? How come the cops never catch you off guard? Why don’t you have to take it seriously?
Huh. No one’s ever asked him that. His new favorite possession is braver than most.
Because I’m good at what I do Y/N. It’s easy, just pull the trigger, push the button, stab, I could do it in my sleep. I don’t take it seriously because how’s that fun? He leans back and smiles a bit, intrigued at how much more terrified you were to ask the question than you are hearing the answer. Infact, it seems you’ve forgotten that people are supposed to be disturbed when they hear this. Y/N L/N seems almost, jealous, that Victor Zsasz can do this.
I could teach you, friend. Makes good money. Definitely more fun then a diner job. He cuts off your protest quickly. You don’t have to do the whole “I’m a good person” act, I can see it in your eyes. I don’t think you were joking when you said your losing it Y/N. You just need some one to push you along, Victor stand up, slowly walking all the way to the other side of the counter until he’s face to face with you. His lips hovering barely over yours. Let me push
You get lost in his dark eyes for a second contemplating. Maybe he’s not so crazy. Life is the crazy thing. People like Lucas were crazy. He always bugged you at your last job, constantly asking you to work overtime. Why should you have to do extra because he had a bad life? Maybe what you had done made sense. I mean the police had believed that the building burning was Jerome Valeska, they hadn’t even noticed the gun shot wound. It wouldn’t be so easy if it was wrong, right? Okay, you connect your lips, closing your eyes and enjoying the moment. You pull back for air, reestablishing eye contact.
Teach me, push me over the edge
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slxthxrxn-sxmp · 2 years
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Here Comes the Sun
Warnings: references to sexual acts that happened the night before, mentions of murders, Victor Zsasz I believe is a warning lol
Summary: A taste of a domestic morning during the early stages of your relationship together
you’d awaken locked in sheets and blankets. the smell of the city wafting into the room. by far what was most astonishing was the man laid beside you, he was glowing with his chest falling and rising steadily. an arm was tucked under his head propping it up and the other was around your shoulder hugging you close to his body.
that was when you fully comprehended his state, he was shirtless not even the sheets covered him. last night was the first of several nights spent together. as such it was a whirlwind consisting of pushing and tugging. but next thing you knew it was slow and in sync like a dance. now in the golden light, that was only available for a short while in Gotham, you noticed the true intricacies of him physically. specifically, the scars along his ribs. some appeared white completely healed. others angry red not new. then there was two side by side that were fresh and evidently reopened from the events last night. instinctively your fingers skimmed over those two making sure to not upset the wound.
“the boss had me pull an extra job yesterday after hours.” so he wasn’t still asleep. no, but now his eyes are open analyzing your expression while his stoic.
“so all of these were your … hits.” your eyes flicked up to his face. the fingers that were previously just hovering over his chest now made contact with his skin, tracing and connecting them.
“mhm.” victor held his breath waiting for you to respond. not many people knew about his little quirk of taking count of his kills. sure you knew about his field of work but not that he was so proficient.
finally, your lip twitched slightly into a smile. “you deserve a vacation then.” as if to put an end to the conversation, your hand stilled resting on his abdomen and your head laid back down. cuddling to him once more. god he loved you so much.
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sectumsempraxz · 2 years
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Victor Zsasz in Gotham (2014)
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gotham-swag · 1 year
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detectivelamprey · 2 years
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i see oswald cobblepot on screen and go: EEHEHEHEHEH OMG OMG !!! HII LITTLE SCRUNK BOY MAN HI MR GUY ! MR KUNGY BOO BABA <333 HELLOOWWW !!! MY LITTLE PENGUIN GUY HII
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kleinbluue · 2 years
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I BELIEVE IN VICTOR ZSASZ SUPREMACY 卌
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i-smoke-chapstick · 25 days
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Can you do Gotham!Victor Zsasz x reader where he gets jealous? And maybe it leads to smutty angry sex ;-)
‘YOU’RE MINE,
-GOTHAM!VICTOR ZSASZ X READER-
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⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; you’re his girl, only his.
⋆ tags/warnings. GOTHAM!victor zsasz x female reader. obsessive and possessive behavior. victors dry humor (sort of?) persevering through his jealousy. SMUT !!!!!! like, i went heavy with this one guys. SADOMASOCHISTIC SEX! victor marks reader. also, drama queen victor.
♫ “whistling like a bullet in the sky / you don’t talk to no one, don’t you look at nothing / no ones gonna use you up and break you the way that I do.” You’re Mine by Phantogram
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He typically doesn’t get like this. No, he trusts you. And even if he didn’t- he stalks you every damn day. Has your phone password. Crashes your apartment and searches your drawers. And when he’s not keeping an eye out for you- one of the zsaszettes is. Y’know, just in case, he always adds- whenever you come home to him fiddling around your apartment or browsing your phone.
In reality, because he keeps tabs on you is WHY he trusts you. And so far, nothing has been out of the ordinary. You’ve been his loyal soldier- his girl.
Well, until percisley 10 seconds ago. He was doing his daily…night watch? Lurking on top of buildings, with a loaded sniper, the stake-out usual, watching you converse with work friends. Just like you said you’d be. Normal tuesday.
He just has to be clear. It’s his motto, yeah? And thankfully, it came in clutch for him tonight. He’s reminded of why he does this so frequently when he spots you out in the parking lot of your work, when a man comes behind you.
He zones in through the scope of the sniper, immeadiatley aiming it at this guys head. He’s about to shoot this creep, until you laugh.
Why the hell are you laughing? (Victor thinks only he should be the funniest person you know.)
He’s watching carefully through the scope, vein popping through his forehead. All he can do is clench his jaw.
He notices everything. The way the man gestures towards you, the way you two converse like two old pals. It gets a bit too much for victor when the man gently grabs your shoulder while the two of you laugh.
Immeadiatley, you hear the sound of boots on gravel, and turn around to see Victor. You and said work friend damn near scream.
Your male friend is looking on in horror, it’s VICTOR FUCKING ZSASZ.
You on the other hand, after the inital shock wears off, give a polite smile to victor.
“Oh- hey.” You chime, but stop in your tracks when you read his expression. No smile. And his gloved hand is gripped tight around a handgun in it’s holster- itching to be set free. You swallow.
“Out.” Is all he says to your friend- and he looks at Victor incredously. You feel yourself start to sweat.
Victor looks at the man, eye practically twitching. The man stays frozen in shock.
“PLEASE?” Victor suddenly harshly calls- rolling his neck and cocking his head. His eyes are opened fully, and you feel fear bubbling up in you.
You’re friend instantly runs off, and you visibly see victor’s hand around his gun relax. He turns to you, taking a deep breath.
In a strange fashion, he offers you his arm like a gentleman, and doesn’t say another word the rest of the walk home. You don’t find out the reason for his anger until much, much later…
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The moment you two came home, you assumed he’d want a bite to eat, talk about what was bothering him. But apperently not. The second the door closed, he was pushing everything on your counter top down to the floor with a loud slam, man-handling you, pushing you on top, and kissing you until you had to force him away for air.
He’s deadly silent, not explaining himself. You want to ask why- but the moment he pulls away from your lips, he shoves two of his fingers in your mouth- making you suck on the flesh. You gag as he forces them deeper and deeper, tasting the rubber of his gloves. He doesn’t stop until his fingers are soaked in your spit, and shoves them into your cunt.
You’re practically mewling around his fingers, taken aback.
And now… you’re here. Your face is buried into the pillows, ass-up. You’re soaking wet, working toward your fifth orgasm. The previous four had all just been from his trigger finger fucking you out until all you could do was scream his name. Tally marks have been all but littered into you’re thighs and chest and back- bloody and raw from his blade. Typically he’d only make one cut each time he claimed you like this- but appearently it’s not enough. People need to know who you love.
No, now his cock is buried deep inside you. Messily sliding in and out of your swollen pussy, generously giving you every inch to clench around. You need to know who owns you. That you two own each other.
He replays the image of your work friend staring at him in surprise. Victor’s practically tweaking out…why haven’t you told anyone that you two are together? God, he’d fuck you in front of the whole GCPD if he could. And here you are, keeping him like a dirty little secret.
“No one’s gonna love you,” He growls out, punctuating each sentence with a thrust. It’s the first thing he’s said all night.
“No one’s gonna touch you,” Between your moaning and his groans, it’s almost inaudible.
“No one’s gonna look at you the way that I do.” Thrust after thrust he emphasizes his point, fingers tracing over the tally marks on your back to make you moan in pain. He needs to consume all of you.
You’re gasping, whining for him to slow down- and he only goes harder. Sex without pain for Victor is like food without taste. Every part of you aches, and every part of you feels fucking euphoric. You know the marks will scar in the morning, no matter how delicately placed. You assume that’s his goal.
You two cum together in an instant- fast and unprecedented. The sudden shockwave takes you both by surprise, feeling your pussy squeeze against his dick makes him finish inside you- and you feel the ropes of his cum flood into you. He fucks you through your orgasm, movements not stopping until he’s sure he’s satisfied every single spasm within you, and you’ve milked him for all hes worth.
“There you go, sweetness,” He groans gently, hands weakly pulling your hips to his. He slows to a stop, but doesn’t pull out.
Between the numerous light cuts littering your body and bruises from how tight he was gripping your thighs, you don’t even have the energy to scold him. No, you collapse into the mattress, letting him shift down next to you, his cock still inside.
Oh, he intends to sleep like this, you warming his cock. He grabs you to his chest, not letting you go. You feel the marks on you back sting as he shuffles behind you.
You’re too fucked out to say a word, and he simply gently kisses your knuckles. Man of few words.
You think he’ll be gone in the morning. But no.
He intends to stay until you and your body can’t remember the feeling of anything or anyone else.
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gothamitelove · 1 year
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omg haiii! im back :3!! could i request Victor Zsasz with reader who is just as skilled as him in fighting & killing? like they have extreme reflexes too? thanks youuuu! :3
HI!!! sure ofc!
prepare to be THE crime couple in gotham
he’s very, very impressed. he might even join you in fights but not actually fight anybody, just watch you take care of it with wide eyes
brags about you all the time. you don’t even have to be together
imo he stages little fake fights- like how cats play, you know? just to test you
throws things when you’re not looking to see if you’ll catch them
he’s delighted when you do
man is having the time of his life.
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@_spookytooth on IG is a muse and I'm the defiler
Basically what happened in season 4 with Wendell
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small-gotham · 7 months
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Little!Victor Zsasz Moodboard!
I thought about this yesterday and it makes so much sense. I love him so much (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡
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Regressed Victor definitely loves pink. Wendell is his CG but I headcanon that the two of them switch between being CGs and little ones. <:]
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Im thinking of making a Victor Zsasz x Fem reader Fic....
What do you think?
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Come on...
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Who wants it?...
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How about now?...
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