#bop zsasz

[luminnara]

Scars | BOP Zsasz x reader

Victor Zsasz thinks he kills you but finds out you survived. Now, he thinks you’re the only one worthy enough to carry his child...

Wait but like this is hot…..,,,,,

Warnings: nsfw, dubcon? Gothamites bein gothamites, violence, gore, breeding kink, possibly impregnation, mutiliation, scars, knifeplay, bloodplay

It was all a blur.

A flash of gold.

The cold steel of a knife blade.

A cruel, crooked laugh.

And pain, so much pain, searing hot as it spread across your body. But you couldn’t scream, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t do anything at all. And then the nothingness, sweet bliss as you drifted off, body flooding with adrenaline as you bled out there in the street.

You woke to the bright lights of a hospital room, and you couldn’t possibly understand why.

Why were you there? You shouldn’t be there. For some reason, you’d already resigned yourself to never waking again. Did you die? …did you come close to it? You couldn’t remember. Everything hurt, but when you came to, you were confused.

Apparently something did happen, though, because everyone is asking you about it. Gotham City PD. Two nurses. The priest Who’d apparently read you your last rites the night before. It was a miracle you survived, apparently. By all accounts, you shouldn’t have. As far as everyone was concerned, you should have been dead.

You weren’t sure if that was inspirational or not. Even now, during another round of questioning—hopefully the last one before they give up—you can’t tell if you should be glad or scared to be alive.

“Can you remember what happened?”

The answer was always no.

You tell them you think you were attacked. You tell them you don’t know why or who or where. All you can remember is being stabbed, and then waking up in the hospital.

And that’s never enough, and the cop sighs and shakes his head and mumbles something before leaving you alone finally.

But really, what is questioning you going to do? You know they’ll never catch the guy. They never really do. Sometimes they put them in Arkham, but there are so many breakouts these days it feels like they should just mark them on the calendar.

So you stay in the ICU, trying not to think about the hoarse laugh and the blade carving away at you. Images haunt your dreams, sometimes even while you’re awake, and it’s terrifying. You want to be able to close your eyes and forget, but you can’t.

And at the same time, you want to remember. A part of you wants to know who it was. 

Why?

You should want to turn your back on it. Move on. Return to your old life. Everybody pities you and tells you that pretty soon, it’ll all be in the past, and you won’t have to worry…but you aren’t quite sure what it is you should be worried about now, and you aren’t quite sure if that’s good or bad.

A few weeks later, you’re out of Gotham General completely. All of your stitches are out. You’ve got an array of huge scars on your torso and neck. But you’re free to return home, and when you do, you stay there a while. What do you do now? What can you possibly do? Everything feels…odd. Different.

You have your groceries delivered for a while and stay inside. You aren’t sure if you’re afraid of being attacked on the street if you go out, or if you just want the peace and quiet of your shitty little East End apartment. Sometimes, you go out and sit on your fire escape, but that’s about it for those first couple weeks of freedom.

The rest of the time, you’re inside, staring at your reflection.

There are so many scars now. Everyone in the hospital tried suggesting different aftercare creams for them, things that would make them fade away…but you can’t stop looking at them. They’re huge and jagged, running down your throat, across your chest, your cheek…the scar tissue is angry and raised and a different shade than the skin around it, and you find yourself tracing the lines, day in and day out.

They’re beautiful.

Why? You don’t really know. Was your brain broken from the trauma? Maybe. You don’t really have any idea how that sort of thing works. All you know is that you could have died, but you didn’t. Was there a reason for that? You’re not so sure you believe in fate, but there’s something almost divine about those scars that you focus on so intently now.

You want to know who gave them to you. Who took their blade and plunged it into your flesh so artfully. But you can never remember the face of your attacker, only a hoarse laugh and the glint of a gold tooth.

So you try not to get too fixated on it. You wonder if you’re sliding off the deep end, and try to distract yourself.

At the two week mark, a full fourteen days after being released from the hospital, you finally decide to venture out for a quick trip to the store. The weather is warm, and when you dress, you hesitate. You suppose you should cover up those scars, but you don’t want to. It’s a nice day, and you’ve got a second chance at life to seize, right? So you wear a low cut shirt perfect for soaking up as much sun as possible, even though it exposes so much skin.

The East End isn’t known for being Gotham’s nicest neighborhood. There are penthouses, yes, but not like the really nice ones. In the East End, they belong to unsavory characters, mob bosses like Roman Sionis. Everyone knows who they are, and everyone smart knows who to stay away from. You’ve lived there your entire adult life, and you consider yourself pretty good at surviving in Gotham. Hell, you couldn’t even be murdered successfully.

The sun is shining when you finally emerge from your apartment building, and the street feels alive. People are everywhere—smoking on their stoops, chatting on the corner, arguing with cops over busted parking meters. During the day, when it’s like this, it’s hard to believe that Gotham is such a rough place.

Until you spot the familiar sight of faces covered in clown paint, and you remember where you are. The Joker’s goons linger around places they aren’t even supposed to be, and no one does anything about it because they’re afraid. Roman Sionis tolerates them in his neighborhood, and it’s not like any normal person can get rid of them, so you’re used to seeing them clustered around on the streets, getting into shit and causing problems. As you pass by, you expect them to do something—yell, grab you, throw a rock—but instead, they just stare.

And you aren’t sure why.

One of them, who could pass for their leader, is staring at your throat, and something like recognition sparks in his eyes. His brows shoot up in surprise as he looks back up at your face, and you don’t stick around to find out why. All you know is that it’s nice to be able to walk right past them without any trouble.

Maybe the scars are enough to deter them. Maybe you look super badass now, and they don’t think you’re worth messing with. If that was the case, then you loved them even more.

When you go to the store, though, you realize everyone—all the normal people—are looking at you with pity. They’re clucking their tongues and shaking their heads and telling you they’re so sorry about what happened, but that they’re so glad you’re alive. The city just isn’t how it used to be, they say. It’s dangerous now.

You aren’t so sure that’s a new thing for Gotham.

You buy your things and you carry them back home, passing the same goons and receiving the same stares. They actually step out of your way when they see you coming.

It feels good.

When you get back to your apartment, you drop your bags and go straight to the mirror. Your fingers trace over the raised scars as you try to understand them. You can’t bring yourself to feel anything like pity or sadness about them, especially not now that you’re so curious. There’s almost a pattern, as if these scars are more akin to handwriting than random strokes of a knife.

If it’s handwriting, then can those goons out on the street read it?

What does it say?

You spend the rest of the day staring and tracing and staring and tracing, memorizing every millimeter of your scars. You want to know who carved them into you. You aren’t even afraid anymore.

Little do you know that Victor Zsasz, Roman Sionis’s right hand man, infamous Gotham serial killer and murderer for hire, is standing right across the street, looking up at your window.

——————————————————————

Zsasz was surprised to see his work alive and walking around.

It doesn’t usually do that.

Roman was in a good mood, and after spending some time at the docks peeling some faces off, he gave Zsasz the rest of the day off. Zsasz isn’t very good at taking breaks, though, and found himself milling about the East End, smoking and absorbing the mood that came with Gotham’s nicest weather in an while. He didn’t stray far from the Black Mask, knowing that he needed to be close if Roman decided he needed him—and Roman always needed him—but the East End was busy enough that he kept himself occupied.

People watching was his favorite sport. Not because he actually liked people or cared about their lives, but because he liked knowing where everyone was and where they were going and whether he thought they would be easy to kill or not. He sometimes liked guessing how much money they had or what they did for a living, but that was more predatory than benign when it came to Zsasz, and he knew it.

He was watching a girl pick someone’s pocket when he noticed group movement across the street and his attention drifted towards it. A whole little pack of clowns had been lurking around, and while they annoyed Victor, there wasn’t much he could do about it without pissing Roman off. He expected to see them beating the shit out of someone like usual, but was surprised to find that they were actually stepping aside for someone to pass—

And then he realized he recognized who it was.

You.

You, who had been in the wrong place at the wrong time and ended up at the end of his blade.

You, who he had left bleeding out in alley, moments from death, the light fading from your eyes.

You, who was somehow up and walking around in a way that people rarely did after a run in with Victor Zsasz.

He was impressed.

He was obsessed.

He was following you home, far enough away that you’d never notice. He watched you slip through your building’s front door, and then saw you through a window a few floors up.

And he knew he had to see you again.

The next night as you’re trying to fall asleep, you hear a bump on your fire escape.

You try to ignore it. It’s probably just a cat or any one of Gotham’s weird vigilantes running around.

There are no more noises, and you relax again, reminding yourself that you’re safe in your apartment. You absentmindedly trace one of your scars.

And Zsasz is there, watching you from the doorway. And he’s wondering if he should kill you, finish what he started. After all, he had added a tally mark onto himself for you. Because you had been dead.

But now, you’re not dead. He can hear you breathing. He can see your fingers running along one of the many scars he had given you. Do you like them? Do you really? Do you like them as much as he does? Because he thinks they look good on you, and he wants to give you more…and he wants to feel you cutting him open, too.

You hear a footstep and your eyes fly open, and suddenly, there he is. The man who’s plagued your thoughts ever since you woke up in the hospital. The man whose face you couldn’t remember. He’s there, in your room with you, and you just stare at him, not screaming, not trying to run. You just stare.

Because you’re not sure if you’re afraid of him or not.

He stares back for a long moment.

Victor Zsasz has killed and tortured so many people. He’s seen so many in their final moments. He considers himself an expert on human emotions, even if he doesn’t really understand them all himself. You should be screaming, threatening him or begging for your life, but you’re not. You’re just watching him, and he’s just watching you.

And then you finally break the ice.

“Who are you?” You breathe.

He takes a step forward. In the glow of the city lights through your window, you can see the scars on his face and you think they’re something akin to handsome.

“How’d you survive?” He asks. His voice is rough and hoarse, as if he doesn’t use it much.

“Answer my question.”

“You first.”

You shrug and pull your knees up to your chest. “I woke up in the hospital. I don’t really know what happened.”

“What do you remember?”

“You still haven’t answered me.”

“Be a good girl and I might.”

His tone sends a shiver up your spine. “I just remember flashes of it. Not very much.”

He grunts, sounding almost disappointed.

“I kind of wish I did, though.”

Zsasz tilts his head and takes another step towards you. “Why?”

“Because…” you don’t know how to explain your feelings, especially not to someone who had most definitely tried to murder you once already. “Because I’ve spent hours staring at these scars, and I wish I knew what made them.”

Your words resonate with Zsasz, and before you know it, he’s kneeling on the bed. There’s a knife in his hand, the blade wickedly sharp, and he looks at you with a serious expression.

“This.” He says in that raw voice of his. “This is what made them.”

You look between him and the knife slowly before you settle on his face. “Did it make those, too?”

He blinks in surprise. “Some.”

“How many do you have?”

“A lot.”

“Is there one for me?”

You’re not stupid. You can see the tally marks on his chest, and you can put two and two together to guess what they’re for. It seems so obvious to you that you have to stop and wonder if you’ve truly gone off the deep end, being able to think like a probably serial killer like this.

“Right here.” He uses the knife to point to a line above his collar bone. “You should be dead.”

You swallow hard, wondering if it’s time to be afraid yet.

Instead of plunging his blade into you, though, he puts it down on the bed and crawls over you, invading your personal space until he’s so close you can feel his breath on your lips. He’s just staring into your eyes and you’re staring back, and for a long moment, you remain that way—until he grabs you by the throat and pulls you forward, claiming you in a harsh kiss.

It’s hungry, as if he’s starving. Zsasz is ravenous, and he needs more of you. As you kiss back, his hands follow your scars down and he pauses to pull your shirt off before continuing, and it’s only a few moments before you’re completely bare. He leans back, studying you, appreciating his work. He reflects on how he could have done better, if only he had known how he’d be feeling now.

“H-How did you find me?” You ask as he stares.

“Saw you in the street.” He says absentmindedly, tracing a scar on your pelvis.

You shiver, and he notices.

“You, um…live around here?” You ask. Shit, that sounded so lame! What the hell was wrong with you? You get a hot guy in your bed and that’s all you can come up with? You’re pissed at yourself.

He nods. “With Roman.”

“Roman? Roman…Sionis?”

He nods again as you stare at him in shock.

“Do you work for him?” You ask.

“Something like that.” He leaves your scars alone to suddenly drag a finger along your pussy and you gasp.

“Wh-what are you doing?” You ask, even though the answer seems obvious.

His eyes snap up to yours. “I’m going to fuck you.”

A little whimper leaves your throat. “Why me?”

“Because you’re the only one good enough.”

You don’t get a chance to find out what that means until later. Until after he’s had his way with you and left you a satisfied, fucked out mess. Until you’ve felt him inside you and he’s filled you up, whispering in your ear the whole time.

“‘M gonna knock you up,” he breathes as you arch into him. “Gonna fuck one right into you. ‘N you’re gonna look so perfect…”

And you don’t tell him to stop, because you don’t want him to.

It feels good. It feels so fucking good. He’s rough but he also knows exactly how to touch you. He fits inside you perfectly, as if you were made for each other. You don’t even know his name, but you’re positive that you don’t want to fuck anybody else ever again. How could they possibly compare? They can’t.

You feel his blade tracing lines along your torso as he fucks you. It’s so light compared to the night he tried to kill you. It’s comfortable in comparison. Red oozes out after the knife and he smears it with his thumb, bringing it up to his mouth to suck the blood off. 

He likes the taste.

Soon, you’re covered in your own blood. You look like a finger painting. The pain of the blade mixed with the pleasure of his fucking you contradict each other, but God, do you love it. 

He makes you cum. You never thought you would be orgasming in a situation like this, but he has you screaming for him. He unravels you a few times, enjoying the sounds you make, before he finally finishes inside of you...and then, to your surprise, he cleans you up. 

He’s almost a gentleman about it.

When he crawls into your bed, you’re not sure how to feel. You’re coming down from the high of your last orgasm, and there’s a strange man, a strange man who tried to murder you, pulling you up to his side. You should be terrified. You should be trying to run. 

But you’re comfortable. 

“‘M gonna talk to Mr. Sionis.” he speaks up. “Get you moved into the penthouse.”

You furrow your brow in confusion. “Why?”

He looks at you as if it’s obvious. “You’ll be safe there. Our child will be safe there.”

Now that your head is clearing, your eyes widen. Realization sweeps over you. But...you still aren’t upset. If anything, you don’t mind the idea of living in a nice penthouse with a mob boss and his crony...because, as you’ve recently learned, you’re kind of into the whole art of murder thing. 

“I’m safe here,” you say anyways. “No one messes with me anymore.”

“Because of me.”

“And why is that?” you prop yourself up on your elbow to look down at him. “Who are you?”

Finally, he answers the first question you had asked that night, and you understand why the goons on the street had moved out of your way and let you pass. Because the name he gives you is one you’ve heard dozens of times. It’s one you always used to be scared of. It’s one that carries a reputation with it. 

“Zsasz. My name is Victor Zsasz.”

#bop zsasz #birds of prey zsasz #birds of prey imagine #birds of prey x reader #victor zsasz x reader #Victor Zsasz

[blacktallymaskat]

Four years... FOUR YEARS!!!

Four years of BoP already 🎉🥳😭💖💖💖💚🖤💖💖💖😭🥳🎉

The origin of my infinite joy and happiness, of my dearest and sweetest [endless] obsession with my #1 OTP, since four years ago #RegretNothing

I 💖 everything about the movie, but THEY are my absolute heart and reason to live 😭🖤💚

#chris messina #victor zsasz #roman sionis #ewan mcgregor #zsaszmask #birds of prey #bop #zsasionis #black mask #otp #4th anniversary #omg #this movie make me so happy #i love my otp beyond words #i love my otp like the burning sun brights over the Earth #February 4th #birds of prey and the fantabulous emancipation of one harley quinn

[auughhtm]

Thinking about them…

#my shit. #doodles. #roman sionis #ewan mcgregor #victor zsasz #birds of prey #bop fanart #fanart

[mcuxhp777]

Victor Zsasz is so much sassier in Gotham than he was in Birds of Prey; the emancipation of one Harley Quinn

Like the only time BoP's Victor was ever tolerable on screen, was when he was with Roman

Meanwhile Gotham's Victor is a whole mood and I loved him for that

#victor zsasz #gotham #birds of prey #roman sionis #he was a whole mood in gotham #meanwhile he's just gay for roman in bop #like what was the thought process

[kalamariboy]

#birds of prey #BoP #roman sionis #black mask #victor zsasz #zsaszmask #dinah lance #black canary

[dinoshell]

Chris Messina as Victor Zsasz - Gag Reel

#victor zsasz #chris messina #birds of prey #my gifs #bop #bopedit

[glorifiiedgore]

ɴᴏᴛ  ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ  ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ,  ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ  ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ  ɪᴛ,  ɪ  ʟᴇꜰᴛ  ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ  ᴀʟʟ  ᴏɴ  ᴛʜᴇ  ᴘᴀᴠᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ

#╰ — ✧ 𝐆𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐈𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐎𝐑𝐄 : victor zsasz › aes . #╰ — ✧ 𝐆𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐈𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐎𝐑𝐄 : mun › self promo . #victor zsasz #victor zsasz FC: Chris Messina #independent roleplay #Independent Rp #DC comics roleplay #birds of prey roleplay #victor zsasz: birds of prey #Harley Quinn BOP #canon and canon divergent character #headcanon heavy #more coming soon

[lowkeyartdemon]

Might make him into an acrylic charm

#myart #art #artwork #artist #fanart #Birds of prey #Bop #Victor zsasz

[lokidaemonium]

Just uploaded the third chapter of my Birds of Prey fic!!

#myart #oc #me #art #Birds of prey #Bop #Victor zsasz #Roman sionis #Zeohyr #Oc #Oc x canon char #Oc x canon

[samantha-rae-velcher]

Master List Pt. 2

YouTubers

Swaggersouls

Streamers Dream - smut

Markiplier

Games of the many - smut

Joysticks and pushing buttons - smut

Sticks and stones - smut

That one look - smut

The punishment unforgotten - Violence/smut

A need for it and her - smut

The stress is real - fluff

"Im sorry, honey" - fluff

Roomies or More? (Egos) - smut

Yancy NSFW alphabet - smut

Love mistaken for hate (Wilford Warfstache) - fluff

Don't fear the reaper (Darkiplier) - smut

Dark lust (Darkiplier) - smut

Static (Darkiplier) - smut

Warp core breech Pt.1 (ISWM) - fluff

Warp core breech Pt.2 (ISWM) - fluff

Seeing Stars (ISWM) - fluff

Jacksepticeye

Blue tint and cold tiles - smut

Marvel

Me and the Devil walking side by side (Daredevil) - fluff

Sorcerer Supreme (Doctor Strange) - smut

More like Einstein (Tony Stark) - smut

Two tons of iron (Tony Stark) - smut

Green-ish (Bruce Banner) - smut

Tender Touch (Scott Lang) - smut

The speed of light (Pietro Maximoff) - fluff

Courts of Green Pt.1 (Bucky Barnes) - fluff

Courts of Green Pt.2 (Bucky Barnes) - fluff

Courts of Green Pt.3 (Bucky Barnes) - Violence/ fluff

Feathers and Swords (Clint Barton) - smut

Hawks gold (Clint Barton) - fluff

As beautiful as an angel (Yondu Udonta) - fluff

Fear makes love (Ronan the accuser) - smut

Sharp as steel (Wolverine) - smut

Blades that steel the heart (Wolverine) - fluff

Obviously not that obvious (Drax the Destroyer) - smut

DC

Tattoo Buddies (Chato Santana) - fluff

Soldier Boy (Rick Flag) - smut

Slice and dice (Captain boomerang) - smut

Scars and stripes (BOP Victor Zsasz) - smut

TWD

Guns of blazing love (Aaron) - smut

Maybe evil Maybe not But just about (Shane) - smut

Barbed Wire Pt.1 (Negan) - smut

Barbed Wire Pt.2 (Negan) - Smut

Barbed Wire Pt.3 (Negan) - Violence/fluff

Barbed Wire Pt.4 (Negan) - Violence/fluff

Barbed Wire Pt.5 (Negan) - smut

Barbed Wire Pt.6 (Negan) - Violence/fluff

Barbed Wire Pt.7 (Negan) - Violence/fluff

Barbed Wire Pt.8 (Negan) - fluff

Star Wars

The light within (Qui Gon Jinn) - fluff

The force of two (Qui Gon Jinn) - fluff

The force binds all (Obi Wan Kenobi) - smut

The intimidating side of things (Boba Fett) - smut

Orders (Poe Dameron) - angst/ fluff

Black ink (Darth Maul) - smut

The Witcher

How The Witcher men react when you cry - fluff

Bard and Bells (Jaskier) - fluff

Gotham

Gotham Villains teaching s/o to shoot a gun

Gotham Villains when s/o doesn't answer the phone

How Gotham Villains react to their s/o getting shot

Sexting with Oswald Cobblepot - smut

Gotham's King and Queen (Oswald Cobblepot) - angst

I will kill you (Oswald Cobblepot) - fluff

Emperor Penguin (Oswald Cobblepot) - smut

Smoking Roses Pt.1 (Victor Zsasz) - smut

Smoking Roses Pt.2 (Victor Zsasz)- smut

Tainted Riddle (Ed Nygma) - fluff

What am I? (Ed Nygma) - fluff/Violence

Five-O (Jim Gordon) - smut

Stalked (Jeremiah Valeska) - Violence/fluff

Fantastic Beasts

Blue fire and silver smoke (Gellert Grindelwald) - fluff

Heaven without fear (Credence Barebone) - smut

Boardwalk Empire

Gentleman with a dark side (Arnold Rothstein) - smut

#gellert grindelwald x fem reader #crimes of grindelwald #credence barebone x reader #jeremiah valeska x reader #ed nygma x fem reader #oswald cobblepot x reader #jaskier x fem!reader #geralt of rivia x reader #qui gon jinn x reader #obi wan x fem reader #poe dameron x fem reader #darth maul x fem reader #negan the walking dead #twd aaron x reader #rick flag x you #captain boomerang x reader #victor zsasz x you #markiplier x reader #bucky barns x reader #clint barton x fem reader #yondu udonta x fem reader #matt murdock x y/n #tony stark x reader smut #fyp #fanfic #foryou #foryoupage #x reader #bruce banner x you #doctor strange x reader

[moonlit-imagines]

You’ve Got the Wrong Guy!

Roman Sionis/Victor Zsasz x adoptive!reader

warnings: blood/gore. u know. BOP movie icky stuff

a/n: silly little gif

prompt: @jokekinsjoke505: “Hey I need a new adoptive father's Roman and victor because I think this will be a good idea where either they kidnapped the wrong kid and it ended up with Roman and victor adopted the reader or that one day that the reader walks in while victor is peeling off a face and Roman are eating popcorn watching it happened but they just says ' I'm to tired for this shit' before walking out again and then acted like it never happened.”

“Who does this child belong to?” Asked Roman to his mercenary and dear friend, Victor. In front of him was Victor holding you, a small child, calm in demeanor despite being taken from the comfort of your own home and family.

“Maroni.” Victor replied without a single doubt. “That’s who you told me to grab and I grabbed the kid. Just like you asked. One cool kid if you ask me.” Victor continued, noticing Roman getting visibly upset. “I don’t get it, what’s the problem?”

“That!” Roman shouted, startling you enough to start struggling from Victor’s grasp. He gently set you down as Roman tore him a new one. “That’s the problem, you don’t even see your failure!” You stood behind the bleach-blonde man, trying to understand what was happening, you were just waiting for the ice cream you were promised, you were so hungry. “That’s not Maroni’s kid. I don’t even know who that is? Did you take some random child off the street?”

“I, uh, I don’t know. I could’ve sworn this is the kid.” Zsasz answered.

“I’m hungry.” You quietly mumbled, just loud enough for them to hear you.

“Yeah, I’ll get you something in just a second.” Zsasz assured you, patting your head gently as Roman kneeled down to your height. You flinched and backed up a step, remembering his blind anger from just moments before. “It’s alright, he’s a good guy.”

“Who are you, dear?” Roman asked you in such a kind manner that you completely forgot how scary he was.

“Y/N.” You simply stated.

“Where are your parents, y/n?” Roman questioned further.

“I don’t know…” You sighed. “I didn’t see them for a few days.” Roman looked up to Victor with worry in his eyes, and was surprised to see a smile on his face.

“Can we keep them?” Victor giggled a bit, even more when you grabbed his leg. “Please?”

“Y/N, would you want to stay with us instead of your parents?” Roman had asked you a very heavy question for a young child, but you had no idea what he would really be asking of you. Of course, you didn’t come from a happy life and this already seemed better. You just wanted a sense of belonging.

“Can I get ice cream?” You innocently requested of them.

“Of course, dear! What kind?”

“Uhhh…chocolate!”

“Victor, go get y/n some chocolate ice cream!” He commanded and Victor ran to fulfill your wish. “So, you’ll stay here?” He asked you once more.

“Yeah!” You exclaimed and hugged him around the neck. He felt his heart melt at your embrace and hugged you back, lifting you up to take you with him to the kitchen. “So, who are you?” You asked him.

“I’m Roman. And my partner over there is Victor.” He smiled to himself. In a matter of moments, he’d created a family. One he’d kill for.

Once you were given your bowl of ice cream, you were sold on this new life. Truth be told, you didn’t have the greatest parents. They were absent and neglectful, which was the exact reason Victor found you all alone. It was still unknown why he mistook you for the child of a notorious mobster. Roman had his suspicions that Victor had planned this, but he laid them aside knowing this was good for them. For you all.

The two of them scrambled to make you a room, promising to buy you anything you would ever want when tomorrow rolled around. You were thrilled to be taken in by these two strange men, forgiving both of them in your young, impressionable mind. Roman, for his anger, and Victor, for kidnapping and misleading you.

“Victor.” Roman lowly said after you were tucked in. “I do apologize for raising my voice at you.”

“It’s okay, I understand.” Victor looked down at the table, then felt a hand wrap around his.

“No, I shouldn’t have done it. Especially when you’ve improved our lives so much.” Roman sat beside him. “I don’t even care about that Maroni kid anymore. This is what I care about now. You and y/n.”

“You mean that?” Victor smiled and relaxed his tense body, worried that his mistake would be unforgivable. But Roman always forgave Victor, that was what made them so special. Now they had a new challenge to tackle together: fatherhood.

—————

Years after you’d been adopted by the pair of criminals with high status in the underworld, you’d grown quite accustomed to their behavior. It wasn’t unusual to find Roman frantic or angry, or a bit violent at times. But never toward you, he wouldn’t dare lay a hand on you or raise his voice to you. You could do no wrong.

You could also find Victor coming home from a late night, covered in blood—be it his own from a mark or someone else’s from a job—and being very nonchalant about it. It was always, “y/n! I’m glad you’re up! Would you like some ice cream?” They never left the freezer understocked, even if ice cream wasn’t your favorite anymore.

But there was one “normal” you’d never really get used to, even if you were used to their brutality. Roman was a well-respected crime boss, and to keep that respect intact, he had to do some rather gruesome things.

Well, he didn’t have to. It was a personal choice for him, you could almost consider it a hobby at this point.

You’d been looking for your fathers for going on an hour now, needing some permission slip signed for school. You wandered all their possible routes hoping to catch them across one, asking around to any lackey you managed to catch. No one had an answer for you, so you continued on until you stumbled onto a horrible scene.

One father held a segment of his victim’s hanging skin from their face as they shrieked at the top of their lungs. The sound pierced your eardrums and you winced momentarily. Then you saw the other leaned back in his seat with a bag of popcorn in hand, yelling words of encouragement to Roman, as if he needed them.

“You guys are really something.” Your voice startled them both, so much that you nearly had a gun pulled on you.

“Y/N! You scared us, I’m sorry!” Victor jumped up and ran to give you a comforting hug. “I wouldn’t have shot you, I promise.” You patted him on the back.

“I believe you, Dad.” You mumbled into his shoulder. “Can you just sign this thing real quick? Make sure there isn’t any blood on your hands.” Victor pulled away and wiped his hands on his shirt.

“Of course, of course. Roman, are you almost done with that? We should take our dear y/n out for a nice dinner soon, they deserve it.” Victor explained as he grabbed the pen and paper from your hands.

“Sure, that sounds nice. I should be done in a few minutes. Don’t rush me.” Roman continued dragging the knife under his chained victim’s skin and you shook your head at the sight. By now, this didn’t even faze you, it was just another day in your life. Well, maybe the first few times you had nightmares, but you weren’t a little kid anymore. Now, you could care less what your fathers did for work. So long as they gave you the world and their love, life was good.

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[lunar-knight84]

LITTLE BIRDIE

Victor Zsasz (BOP) x (18+)Afab reader

Summary: your an informant for the gotham police and your mission was to catch the attention of Roman Sionis but instead it seems you have caught the attention of his right hand man

Warning/stuff inside: Smut, public sex (it's in a bathroom), P in v action, fingering F receiving, kind of rough/dark sex, a bit of knife play, pet name (dolly, birdie, ect), OOC ( i'm sorry i tired), reader is kind of weird (i wrote this around 1:30 in the morning after a long day im so so sorry y'all), Roman is mentioned in this, kind of noncon at first but the reader gets into it, nipple play,calling Victor daddy, orgasm denial , choking,unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), he cums inside you,no after care, some praise, and not proof read

N/A: This is my first time writing smut so please be nice! I know I'm a bit off my rocker for writing about Mr Zsasz but I watched Bird of prey while I was knitting and I swear I felt a tear go down my leg. I hope you enjoy thi story and feel free to write a comment! Also minors DNI this story is 18+ thank you!

You entered the black mask club wearing a very revealing outfit that you were sure would catch the attention of the very dangerous Roman Sionis. You walked around and surveyed the room seeing who were henchmen and who were here just to have fun. You finally made it to the bar and ordered a drink. Your eyes on the other hand had found Roman sitting in a booth with a few girls and his right hand man. You thought for a moment what romans right hand man name was but the thought slipped your mind as you saw Roman flicker his hand at the right hand man.. You watched as Roman continued to flirt with the girls at his booth while his right hand made his way to the bar. You immediately averted your eyes from Roman as you saw that the henchman stood next to you and ordered a few drinks. ¨here you go Mr Zsasz¨ the bartender says as he passes a few drinks to the henchman who you now know goes by Mr Zsasz. you stir your drinks hoping that Mr Zsasz would leave soon so that you could make your move on Roman but as you say him turn to leave he stops in his tracks but soon walks off to Roman. You couldn't help but let your eyes follow Mr Zsasz you saw he had a bunch of cuts and you definitely knew who he was now and fear creeped into you a bit along with a strange pleasurable fire lit in between your legs. You take a long sip of your drink, yeah of course you noticed that Mr Zsasz was attractive but now that your memory was kicking in of what some of your police pals have said about this man only made your feelings more conflicted. After nursing your drink a bit more you finally made your way towards Roman. You sat in the booth with Roman for a while flirting and chatting him up all while feeling the eyes of Mr Zsasz on you. After almost two hours of chatting and flirting Roman decided he had enough of you and took another poor girl to his penthouse. You breathe out a sigh of relief, happy that you werent gonna have to do the dirty with Roman to get the information you needed. This night wasn't as complete a loss though you did get some information that may be vital to the police so you were kind of glad. While you were heading on your way to the bathroom to make a call someone grabbed you by the waist and held a knife to your throat, pulling you into the mens bathroom. You tried to scream but your mouth was covered and soon you felt the coolness of the blade against your neck which immediately made you go still. You felt a breath by the shell of your right ear and soon words came ¨hi little birdie~ i saw you at the bar then with the boss~¨. You gulped as you felt the knife dig a bit deeper in your throat, you immediately knew who had you in their hold. ¨H-hi Mr Zsasz…¨ you let out a shallow whisper as you felt heat travel up to your cheeks. ¨don't be so formally doll , call me victor¨ he says as you feel his hand slowly move under your shirt. You let out a small whimper at his rough hand slowly touching your skin. You were confused, a warm fire ignited in your core when you felt his touch and yet the knife against your neck was only adding to the flame. Victor chuckles against your ear ¨such a pretty birdie~ such a shame the boss didn't take a liking to you…i sure did¨ victor says as he gently strokes the dull side of the knife against your collarbone and down to the top of your outfit. Without warning he immediately rips your outfit open to reveal your bra. You whimper as you go to cover yourself but Victor grabs your arm and pulls them back against his chest as he grinds his pelvis against your ass. ¨you see what you did to me little birdie?~don't move again or i'll cut you~¨ he says with a smirk as you gasp as you feel his drag the blade gently down to your breasts as he cuts your bra letting your chest become bare. ¨please victor…¨ you say flustered as heat travels again to your cheeks and ears in embarrassment and a strange excitement. Victor just smiles as he immediately puts down the knife as spins you around. You finally see Victor's face clearly as you see him give a toothy grin before smashing his lips against you greedily.

You let out a surprised gasp as your lips connect. The kiss is rough and greedy as he forces you to let his tongue in his mouth. You couldn’t help but let out a tiny moan when you felt his tongue dancing with yours. He still had your arms behind your back in a tight grip but soon he let them good and grabbed your hips, pressing himself into you more. With your now free hands you, you had a chance. You had a chance to escape and head to the police station or stay here with Victor and see where this night goes with him. In your head you said fuck it as you stopped kissing Victor and move to sit on the bathroom counter. “Please come play with me….” You say gently as you pull Victor towards you again. “Of course I’ll play with you with you little birdie~” victory grins as his hand immediately goes to your chest, squeezing and playing with your nipples. While his mouth attacks your throat leaving bite marks and hickeys which only added to your pleasurable heating in your tummy. You let out small moans as you move your hands into his hair. “Victor..” you say in a soft pleasurable whimper as he moves down to kiss your collarbone, leaving marks wherever his lips touch. “You have such pretty tits birdie~” Victor says, teasing you as he pinches both of your nipples. He leaves a few kisses on your chest and soon his teasing tone changes to something much colder. “Take the rest of your clothes off now” he says demandingly while beginning to take off his belt. You quickly take off the rest of your already tore up dress along with your panties. leaving you fully nude now. Victor let out a low growl seeing you completely nude as his hand down your curves. “Beautiful birdie~…” Victor says as his hand cups your sex. You let out a surprise gasp when he put a finger in you. “Moan for me little birdie~…” he says with an evil grin as he begins to rub your clit while adding another finger. “So tight and I only have two fingers in ... .your gonna be fun to play with little dolly~” you continue to moan his words only adding more to the immense pleasure you feel with his fingers. Victor kisses your lips while fingering you and rubbing your clit. Soon you feel yourself getting closer and closer to orgasm just by his two fingers. Victor feels you tighten around his fingers and he smirks. As he stops his movement and looks at you, lifting up your chin to meet his eyes. “Does the little birdie want to cum on daddy’s fingers?~” he says, teasing your clit by gently ghosting over it with his finger. You nod hurriedly “please!!” You say crying out as you feel your orgasm fading as you buck yourself impatiently against his finger hoping to get some friction. Victor frowns and tuts “good birdies only cum when they wait for it ....I guess the only way your cumming is on my cock…” he says his mischievous toothy grin. You cry out in frustration as Victor fiips you over and bends you over the counter. He takes his cock out and rubs it against your folds. You whine out “please…fuck me…” victor chuckles “please fuck me daddy?…” he says while slapping your ass. You shiver and let out a mewl as he slaps your ass and repeat his words “please fuck me daddy!” You Lean back against his cock trying to get some more friction. Victor chuckles holding your hips tightly they would for sure leave bruises on your hips. He whispers “don’t move little birdie~…” he says as you feel the coolness of the knife against your back. He slowly drags the dull side of the blade down your back. This only causes you to shiver a bit as you feel the blade against your bare back. “Good birdie…now time for a reward..” he says as he slowly starts to put his cock inside. You moan out feeling the delicious burn of the stretch his cock gives you. Victor lifts you up against his chest as you get adjusted to his cock. “Ready little birdie~” he coos, mocking you as he begins to thrust at a quick pace. You begin to moan out while he fucks you at this pace. One of his hands goes up to your breast and pinches and teases your nipples .

All you can hear is your babbling voice, the occasional grunt ,and growl from Victor,and skin slapping. Your head's so cloudy and full of pleasure you barely register the hand that made it to your throat currently cutting off some of your oxygen. You gasp out as Victor picks up his pace. You feel yourself getting closer and closer to cumming. Victor feels you clenching down on his cock and he smiles as he himself is close to finishing as well. He slows his pace which has to whining, not wanting this organism which is so so close to be taken away. before Victor can speak you cut him off with pleads “daddy! Please let me cum please please!” You say begging for your release. “Good little birdie..” victor says as he picks up his pace once moving and moving his hand away from your throat down to your puff clit. As soon as Victor starts doing messy circles on your clit you feel yourself cumming hard on his cock. Victor moans out as he cums deep inside you, pumping you full of his seed as your legs shake and your mouth is in a silent O. You pant as you feel your body come back down to earth. Victor is panting as well and he leans against you as his cock is still deep inside you. He slowly pulls out as he smirks and puts your panties back on. “Keep this pretty thing full of my cum for me little birdie~” he says as he taps your sex one last time before giving you his jacket and exiting the bathroom.you stand there with shaky legs as you feel his cum dripping out of you. Humiliation begins to flow through your veins as you realize you're still gonna have to report to the police. You sigh as you look at your chest and see the marks Victor left on you. You smile knowing you were gonna think of this night for a very long time<3

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[auughhtm]

#my shit. #doodles. #roman sionis #victor zsasz #birds of prey #bop fanart #fanart

[finniestoncrane]

ok i'm gonna blast through the threesome suggestions with my top tier, completely asked for opinions in this one post, and i will rank the remaining ones based on my preferences lmao

boomerang and arkham ed - DIRTY MEN YES STINKY MEN YES COCKY MEN YES IN BOTH SENSES LMAO you and me, we are the same person. we are literally living in the same world, same brain, this is my desire, this is my dream, i have commissioned art of this and my self-insert oc lmaoooo

arkham ed and two face - you are so right, the degradation would be INSANE and i would be so grateful for it!! like i might be crying the entire time or by the end of it, but i'm ok with that

reevesverse penguin and arkhamverse black mask - total dom energy you are completely right there!! i'm scared for my orifices though, i don't know how flexible or sturdy i am, i have a low pain threshold lmao

boomer and two face - ok yeah i think maybe they would get along briefly, BUT i think it would be a fuckin nightmare if it was harv instead of harvey and then you'd just be naked watching an argument

roman sionis and victor zsasz - arkhamverse? yes. but i fear anon that you were thinking of BoP and i hate ewan mcgregor so i cannot find him hot ;-;

jervis and ivy - an odd pairing!! exciting to consider, but i think it'd be a nightmare in practice. i can't be sharing the subby limelight, jervis would need to adopt a pretty strong attitude, but then i think ivy would make his dominance seem so pathetic lmao

#finnie shouts into the void

[kalamariboy]

#birds of prey #bop #roman sionis #black mask #victor zsasz #zsaszmask #blood

[keffirinne]

comic book roman sionis and gotham victor zsasz would be such a fun duo

Gotham Zsasz is actually one of my favorites DC characters (next to Gotham Penguin 🖤). Basically I would place him next to almost everyone and he would shine bright like a diamond 💎. Btw Gotham Zsasz and Penguin? Love their dynamics, they are so fun🖤

I actually don't know comic Roman that well, I mean I've read just a few comics with his appearance and it was fun, but I remember him more from arkham knight games. (Maybe you've got some tips what should I read? I neglected reading comics for a while........). Roman from bop stole my heart and felt me speechless, I'm a slave for the arrogant, narcissist, sexist jerk.

In my headcanon Roman from bop lives in Gotham from tv series, he would fit there so well. Another drama queen in Gotham, him and Oswald having to deal with each other, both fashion icons, yaas

I mean look at themmm

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