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i-smoke-chapstick · 1 month

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‘THE VALLEY, [hard kinks! hcs]

-GOTHAM!VILLAINS X READER-

⋆ 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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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 · 2 years

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cellmates (joker x reader hcs)

god knows why you're in arkham asylum, but you are, and that's just how it is. you don't waste your time thinking about the past- what matters is now, and how you're going to survive here.

they haven't assigned you a cellmate yet, since you're still staying in the emergency ward. it's only been a few days, and it's clear this place does not have its shit sorted out yet.

but when the scruffy-looking guard with the beard does give you your assigned cell, he looks like the cat that's just eaten the entire pet store's stash of canaries. the name on the paper he shows you reads Joker.

you try to get out of this. it's got to be some human rights violation to shove you in with him. he'll either kill you or drive you mad, he's done it to others before

nobody listens to you, though, because of course they don't.

the joker takes an immediate, very strange liking to you. maybe it's because you don't let him just do whatever he wants- this is a civilized society, dammit, and he'd better sleep in his own bed before you make him.

he thinks it's very cute, and continues to do whatever he wants anyway. eventually you give up on the bed debacle and just sleep on his when he's being difficult about it

has his weird, aggressive mood swings that you learn to predict and avoid better than anybody else. it makes you nearly invaluable to other inmates and the prison staff when it comes to “what will he let us do today”

can be very touchy, especially in front of people he doesn’t like (read: the guards)

you volunteer information about yourself to him- he never tells you anything about himself in return. it’s just not something he ever speaks about, and you don’t push him on it.

but he does listen to you when you talk, even when it looks like he isn’t. he remembers just about everything you say and will quote you in conversations with other people

sometimes you think he’s going to kill you. it’s not a happy go lucky relationship you’ve got here- but it is one of the only consistent ones he has, and he won’t let go of it easily at all. he doesn’t kill you. but on some occasions, he comes very close.

anyway good luck being locked up with him 23/7!! you’re really gonna need it. (i swear i could write an actual fanfiction about this nobody enable me)

(requests are temporarily closed! but shoot me an ask when they open up again and i'll get back to ya asap. and if you'd like to be tagged when i post like this, dm me!)

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finniestoncrane · 10 months

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Would you be willing to do an ABCs for Arkhamverse Scarecrow?

NSFW Alphabet

Arkham!Scarecrow Headcanons yeah fuck it anon i had nothing else going on at work when i decided to write this and it was fun to do! i love doing my own headcanons for arkham jonny because i think he's such a gothic-romantic boy and i love indulging myself lmao 🧡🎃 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: the whole thing is nsfw and it's jonathan so obviously some riskier kinks are mentioned

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

surprisingly tender and vulnerable, more because it's been a pretty big display of desires, trust, and emotions that he's not used to exhibiting. he'd rather you didn't dwell on that though, he doesn't need extensive aftercare, and he won't be giving it out either. but you are required to lay beside him, quietly, while he calibrates his thoughts. and maybe he'll hold your hand

B = Body part (favourite part of theirs and their partner’s)

he's very fond of a partner's neck. holding it, stroking it, squeezing it, licking it, biting it, breathing on it, nuzzling into it, pressing the needles of his gauntlet against it or into it, just admiring it. anything goes

for himself, he's fond of his hands. they're his instruments of destruction and pleasure, it's fascinating that a body part can do both, that it can bring pain and comfort, kill and give life. the dichotomy gets him going

C = Cum (anything to do with cum)

he's not intrigued or aroused by his own cum, in fact he'd rather not deal with the mess usually (so he's cumming inside of you, mouth or entrance, dealer's choice) but he's weak for his partner's and will beg to taste it, to have it in his mouth, to feel it on his fingertips

D = Dirty Secret (something they keep hidden)

not that he isn't willing to be gentle or vulnerable with a partner, but he would prefer to keep under wraps just how much he enjoys being held. he feels it weakens the facade he's built up. but nothing satiates his every desire more than being the little spoon

E = Experience (how experienced are they in bed)

he's had sexual encounters before, not a huge amount, and none in recent years, so he's a bit rusty. but he's very willing and eager, passionate and romantic, and extremely experimental with very little boundaries or hang-ups

F = Favourite Position

anyway that he can be in as much physical contact with his partner as possible, but a preferred position would be on your side, curled around one another in either configuration so that you can hold or be held while inside

second to that is holding or pining you against a wall either facing him or not so you can't escape from his clutches, it gives him a sense of control that he finds very enticing

G = Goofy (are they serious in the moment?)

i don't think he's void of a sense of humour, but he's not necessarily the silliest or most whimsical guy out there. and for him, sex is a transaction of vulnerability and emotion, so he takes it very seriously

H = Hair (how well groomed are they?)

he's not groomed at all. his pubic hair is patchy at best, due to scarring on his abdomen and thighs and the pubic mound, but what he does have he doesn't bother trimming or shaving. it's scraggly and wild and it suits him perfectly

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

there's usually not many words uttered during intimate moments, very few sounds at all save for some growls and breathless whimpers, so he's not going to be showering you with praise or sentiments of adoration

but everything is in his touch, and the way he holds you, the moments where he leans back to look into your eyes, searching for a sign of consent to continue, that he isn't hurting you (or not hurting you enough), the way he holds himself back until you give him permission, is all very romantic

J = Jack Off (masturbation headcanon)

jonathan masturbates as a means of curing the urge. if you're not there, or if he doesn't have a partner at all, he will masturbate when he needs to, which isn't frequently. mostly at the height of excitement in plans or research or experimentation he might need to excuse himself to take care of things

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

fear play: if he can incorporate your phobias then that's kind of like exposure therapy, no?

medical roleplay: having you strapped to a chair and experimented on, touched and teased, edged and denied

sub/dom, abuse of authority: he enjoys being called doctor or professor or master and loves to abuse the power that comes with those titles in roleplay

pain: knives, needles, clamps, chains, whips, anything! you name it and he's willing to use it on you or have it used on him

L = Location (favourite places to do the do)

jonathan will have sex anywhere, he's not particularly phased by any social implications. however, his preferred locations are always somewhere a little bit gross, a little bit risky, and a lot bit horrifying. in true goth fashion, he'll pick a graveyard or a pitch black alley or an abandoned building over a soft, warm bed

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

like everything else in his life, jonathan is motivated by adrenaline, whether produced by fear or anticipation or desperation. it's why he's into experimenting with risky or intense kinks, why he chooses places that send a shiver down your spine to romance you in, he is motivated by the nervous sweating, the uncertainty of danger, and the way your pupils dilate in terror before you cling to him for safety

N = NO (something they wouldn’t do)

he couldn't adopt a dynamic as a permanent state. if you're roleplaying or getting into some sub/dom stuff, it's only for the duration of the sexual or intimate encounter, after that yoe are both free to be yourself again

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving)

he loves giving and receiving!! when giving, he takes his time with a slow-paced and very attentive job. if he's receiving, he likes you to do the same. it feels more meaningful to him if it takes an hour to get to the end, and it's always more explosive if you've waited a while

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual?

he's slow and sensual mostly, but he can be a bit rough if you're into that sort of thing and ask him, or beg him, nicely. he prefers a soft and tender touch laced with passion, a grip that is tight but only enough to let you know he wants you and needs you to a feral and animalistic display of desires

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex)

he's not completely opposed to the idea, but the build up is important to him. the rising heat between two bodies, the desperate clawing at someone's skin out of the compounding need to touch them, holding them in your arms for as long as you can before letting them succumb to their orgasm, that's how he likes it

R = Risk (are they game to experiment?)

isn't that the only way? listen. he's a scientist. he's used to experimenting. it's not like he's going to ignore the opportunity to do so in bed. kinks, positions, toys, partners, even some slightly less traditional things (like have you ever been fucked while you're clutching at your chest in sheer terror?) you name it, he's down to give it a try

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

he's an old leathery man oh my god you're lucky to get once good session out of him. if he runs out of energy though, rest assured he would be more than happy to swap positions and let you take control, or at the very least, you're getting your orgasm one way or another, he might just have to use his other talents

T = Toy (do they own toys? do they use them?)

there's not much he wouldn't try, but his favourites tend to be anal themed. beads, vibrators, plugs, double edged dildos, he's into them all. vibrators don't necessarily do anything for him, the nerve damage he suffers from means he'd need something industrial powered to make him feel anything, but up inside of him, he's still sensitive

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he's an absolute bastard. teasing to him is part of the fun. the anticipation, especially with toys or more extreme kinks, the almost fear that dances in your eyes as you await his next move, wondering when he'll relent and just do whatever it is he's going to do to you

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)

the noises he does make are low and raspy, almost silent. it's like he's whispering, definitely holding back. but he moans and whimpers softly depending on what's being done to him (or what he's doing) and he grunts from his throat when he gets close to his climax

W = Wild Card (a random headcanon)

he lost one testicle in the killer croc attack and never had an implant put in so he's kinda lopsided, and his cock has a large scar running down half the length, which makes for a very pleasant sensation

X = X-Ray (let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

further to the above, jonathan's cock is skinny but long. it's a slightly paler colour than his skin, except for the head which has a pinky-purple hue. there's several icy blue veins that wrap around it, and i know he curves up don't argue

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

not particularly high. which is probably down to his preference for the build up and the adrenaline that comes from tension. he'd be quite happy to live in stifling sexual tension forever, than have a satisfactory release, but he understands that some people need to orgasm or at least get railed, so when that need crops up for a partner, he's happy to oblige

Z = ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

this is the only time he ever sleeps, it's the only occasion where his body feels so properly rested and relaxed that he's able to drift off into a peaceful slumber, with nothing but thoughts of villainy and torture and horror playing merrily in his warped little mind

#finnie writes #batman #fanfic #scarecrow #jonathan crane #scarecrow imagine #scarecrow smut #scarecrow x reader #rogues gallery #batman rogues #scarecrow x you

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batman-dc-imagines · 1 month

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Rogue: why do you think i don't like you? i do. i would kill for you.

Rogue: ask me to kill for you.

(Reader):…

(Reader): first of all, calm down—

#batman rogues x reader #batman rogues #dcu #gotham x reader #batman villians x reader #gotham #batman villains #gotham imagine #batman rouges gallery #batman villains x reader #gotham villains x reader #gotham villains #btas #arkhamverse

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thequeenofuselessinformation · 11 months

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So basically watching random reels when-

Jerome Velaska if his mother loved him.

Cr. Keegan Tindall check him out he's great

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pixiatn · 1 year

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Fucking forget being built like a tank, Gotham Knights!Jason is a wholes ass monster truck bro

#bros a monster (affectionate)#but nah hes terrifying #bro can knock people out by punching them in the chest #if i was gothom goon i would pray to every fucking god imaginable to not cross paths with the red hood #thats how you know its bad cause im a fucking atheist #i would rather go against lethal red hood #cause ill just be dead #non-lethal RH would dislocate my jaw and break every bone in my upperbody #and you KNOW the rogues gallery aint providing them goons with health insurance #gotham knights #gotham knights game #gotham knights jason todd #jason todd #red hood #dc #dc games #hes scary as fuck and im oddly attracted to it🧐🤨

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theshadowrealmitself · 1 year

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I feel like it’s like:

Joker: You have to be a really fucked up person to become this dude’s henchman, there is no hope for you

The Riddler: You’re either really buff and/or into fighting so you can be his muscle, or you’re smart and helping set up the traps (but not too smart, he’ll take issue with that), not too bad of a gig if it’s one of those Riddler’s who doesn’t really murder, just does elaborate plans for attention, so I feel like even if you get arrested or something, they take into account that you’re a Riddler henchman and you get a slap on the wrist

Scarecrow: I feel it in my bones, all of his henchmen were students of his at some point, they all gotta be some level of fucked up to go around purposely injecting people with a fear toxin, but still not as bad as being a Joker henchman, if you’re working for this guy then you’re constantly fighting back the urge to call him “Professor Crane”

Mad Hatter: Jury’s still out on if any of his henchmen willingly joined him or if they’re all people he’s hypnotized, if you’re working for this guy it’s probably not of your own free will, or, like all other henchmen, you got some issues

Penguin: Depends on if they’re helping with his schemes or if they’re helping run the upstairs Iceberg Lounge, if it’s schemes then this dude has typical mafia goons and thugs, if it’s for the Lounge, then it can range between goons to regular college students who need a job, if you’re working upstairs they probably let you off with a slap and you’re still able to work your next shift, but if you’re working any other part there’s no way you don’t end up in jail

Two-Face: Def your average mafia goons, nothing more to say, you’re just a mafia goon who maybe also likes the number 2 and just loves robbing some banks

Mr. Freeze: This man’s story spoke to you, that or you got a grudge against the way medical stuff works in this country, not a bad gig if you can stand the cold

#Batman #batman rogues #rogues gallery #henchmen #as for catwoman and poison ivy I can’t imagine that they have henchmen #I’m def forgetting people but these are just the immediate ones that feel right in my soul

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apollo18 · 1 year

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We have Florida man, the DC universe has Gotham man

#dc comic #detective comics #Gotham #you cannot tell me Gotham’s Gotham man headlines aren’t just as infamous as it’s rogue gallery #I imagine it would be as if Weird New Yorker and Florida Man had a shitty love child #like it’s just another day in gotham but sometimes a headline breaches containment and gets memed to hell and back #I’m sure someone must have had the same idea but it was so funny when this came to me #Batman

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knghtlock · 10 months

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one day i think i shall design spider-spark's rogue's gallery .... and i think it'd be funny if some of them were loosely based on destiny vil.lains. i think it'd be even funnier if she was on okay terms with some of them.

#ooc.exe #aka i want savathun to be in her rogues gallery somehow & i don't quite care how it happens /lhj #LISTEN !!! LISTEN I LOVE MY SCHEMING MOTH LADY!!!!#i already have a tentative idea for savathun and part of it is her being a professor at hotaru's college which is HILARIOUS to me.#i also think there's some people in her gallery that are just downright awful.#mixed bag between goofy ahh frenemies and The Literal Worst Shit Imaginable.

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guinevereslancelot · 1 year

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imagine a supergirl story but good and original....dc get on this

#literally let me write supergirl since you dont wanna!!!#i'll doo it!! i have ideas #like coherent ones even #there is a well developed supergirl who lives in my brain and she could live in canon too #anyway this million dollar idea for free....dc feel free to use this idea......#like imagine if she had her own city and rogues gallery and supporting characters and it wasnt all a lazy ripoff of clarks.....#it would be so easy im begging 😭#first of all the only good job she ever had was guidance counselor do NOT make her a reporter or put her in a dang soap opera #now ur already ahead of 90 percent of supergirl content #then just. tell a coherent plot <3 #give her a good love interest for ONCE and dont let it be a walmart kryptonian or lois lane but a dude #fr her love interest should be from earth this is essential and ideally not superpowered but could still be a superhero #but no aliens! and not braniac ffs #and not a knockoff lois lane #a non powered or low powered hero who is still awesome would be very cool #let her fall in love with humanity #and give her her own rogues gallery make some new bad guys its ok i promise 😭#anyway.....infinite bitterness i could go on forever #also dont call her linda and dont make her a danvers she is a kent she should be kara kent its fine i promise its fine #smallville was right abt that part #i will NEVER draw an in depth web comic but i might write a fic thats just the supergirl story as it should be from start to present lol #anyway dc has no ideas for her and they have never had ideas for her and it shows #having no story to tell never stopped them from telling a story tho bless <3 #this has been a shitpost #welcome back to me complaining

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olivia-anderson-fanfic · 1 year

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Decay of the Dead

Summary: Victor Fries hadn’t meant to start the apocalypse, but by god would he benefit.

He didn’t mean to start the apocalypse.

No, really, he didn’t.

Sure, he was a villain in pretty much every sense of the word – selfish, literally coldhearted, unable to let anything go – but Victor Fries wasn’t actively malicious most of the time. Certainly not towards people that were just existing, certainly not to anyone that wasn’t actively getting in the way of his goals.

And yet.

One science experiment goes horrendously wrong and suddenly you’re the ‘most evil person to ever grace this earth’ and ‘literally a mass murderer’. Typical.

And, for the record, the experiment had gone wrong. He had not intended to make real life zombies when he had been messing with the rejuvenation properties of fungi.

For some reason the family of the person he had afflicted hadn’t really believed him when he tried to tell them that, which was certainly a first.

The families had never trusted him, that much was clear. There was always a wariness in the way that they stood when he approached their illness-ridden family members, all tense shoulders and clenched fists, that screamed of their true feelings about him and what he did.

(And, really, why would they think that he had their best interests in mind? Why would they believe that the man who had said time and time again that he would do anything to get his beloved wife back, who had proven that those weren’t just pretty words, would ever do anything for the sake of public good?)

But they did trust that he was truly trying his best to come up with a cure for Huntington’s Chorea.

(And that was a lot more than anyone else could seem to say.)

They had changed their mind upon seeing their loved one. The man – George – had too-pale skin and glassy, lifeless eyes and his arms frantically reached out of his cage in hopes of catching something to eat.

Victor had endured their verbal barrage of insults, had only been slightly tempted to open the cage and give the poor, grieving family their son back.

But he hadn’t.

Not because of any particular care he had for humanity – he only cared for one human, and said human was currently suspended in glass – but because the zombie wasn’t quite… brainless, as one might assume he would be. No, the thing was still George in every way that mattered – he still demonstrated proper cognition and, despite his sudden inability to talk normally, he had shown recognition upon seeing his family – he had simply… acquired a very discerning, unfortunately morbid palate.

Victor Fries was sure that, if he were to open the cage, it would either be Nora or himself that would be the victim of said palate. Not the family. And, so, he decided to keep him there.

It wasn’t like he couldn’t deal with the family himself, anyways.

He tossed the three frozen people into the cage – well, tossed isn’t quite the right word, he set them in the cage very carefully, thank you very much – to thaw over time.

George sent him as much of a glare as he could with blank eyes. There was a silent challenge there, a I won’t eat them, I won’t do it just because you’re telling me to, and Victor wondered, idly, how long that would last.

He had promised this family that he would do whatever it took to make sure that he found a cure.

And, as he looked at the way George turned and stalked off to the other side of the cage to cross his arms and sulk, more alive than he had ever been under Victor’s care, he wondered if he had actually found it.

Now he just needed to find a cure for this new ailment.

He hadn’t meant to start the apocalypse, but by god would he benefit.

George had eventually given in to the hunger.

Of course he had. Desperation could make a person do anything – why else would Fries be doing what he was doing? – and hunger was one of the worst types of desperation. Especially when the solution was so painfully close.

Victor had watched on, only mildly interested, as George bit down on the neck of the person that he had once called family. Blood spurted from the now-open artery, and Victor couldn’t help but hum a little. Maybe he wouldn’t have to find a cure to the unfortunate zombie-ism at all, if the afflicted persons were able to think enough to at least give their victims a quick death. And it wasn’t like he couldn’t provide Nora with ‘food’.

Which meant that all he needed to do was find a way to kill the thing that had been expressly made to constantly regenerate itself and then give Nora her own sample and he’d be golden –.

George made a whining sound, drawing him out of his scheming so he could look over.

He expected the thing-that-wasn’t-quite-a-man–but-wasn’t-quite-not-a-man-either to be kneeling over the body of his fallen family member, eyes wide as the realization of what he had just done sunk in. Fries had seen the look many times before, when he had tossed random body parts through the bars for George to eat, and he had no reason to expect anything different this time (outside of, maybe, more horror, as he had taken a chunk out of his brother’s neck instead of a faceless stranger’s arm).

He had had no reason to expect to see the victim – Rudy – sitting up on his own accord, his eyes carrying that same unsettling glassiness as George’s did.

Ah.

It was contagious.

Victor… may need to catch up on zombie media.

It felt weird to watch movies without Nora.

He, of course, opted to set up the TV in the room that he kept her in. Angled it so she could see the screen, even if he knew she couldn’t take in any of the information. Made an extra bowl of popcorn to set in front of her, sure to go cold.

But it was strange, not having her quiet comments on the movie or squeaks of fear whenever there was a particularly bad jumpscare.

It only made the loss worse.

And yet he kept doing it.

Huh, was his first thought after finishing the third movie.

His second thought was only mildly more eloquent: I’ve been cheated.

Because, in zombie media, there are a few defining characteristics.

Those zombies, for one thing, are dumb – mindless things only concerned with their next meal. And, though that isn’t completely wrong as the hunger seems to take precedence over all else, they certainly weren’t as stupid as the movies want you to believe.

More importantly, they were by no means slow. That… he shivered, though he had long stopped feeling cold… he wished that that were the case. Instead, they were almost faster than humans should have been. Admittedly, he had suspected that this would be the case for a while, but hadn’t been able to confirm because he had never seen George up and moving about. Now that he had Rudy as a point of comparison, he knew that the fungus he had infected them with enhanced the body in ways other than simply repairing what wasn’t quite ‘okay’.

And, speaking of which, Zombies in movies were rotting and, though Fries hadn’t had them for long, he could already tell that they were not. In fact, the place where Rudy had been bitten had long-since been ‘scabbed’ over with a collection of what looked remarkably like mushrooms sprouting from his skin. The kind you might see decorating dead trees, hanging off the side like tiny shelves… or, since it was on a person’s neck, maybe saying that they looked like gills may have been a more apt description.

At least they got the superhuman strength part right. The ability to punch through drawers or drag people through chimneys is not unfamiliar to him. Not after he had watched Rudy snap the glass rod he had been using to get a mushroom sample with in two with a mere clenching his fist.

Hollywood wanted the zombies to be monsters, but they were still human in every way that mattered.

And, in every way that didn’t, they were more than human.

Metas. He had created self-healing metas.

The bat was going to be pissed.

The next time a human was downed – George’s wife, Bela – Victor made sure to watch it carefully.

He knew it would be soon after the first. Even if there were more moral stakes now, what with one of the two options being a child, the hunger that George had experienced in the first few hours after turning had been more intense than after Fries had managed to find him his first ‘meal’. It had been safe to assume that Rudy would be experiencing something similar.

So. He watched. And waited.

He still didn’t, really, understand the turning process. He had thought far enough ahead to get out his phone and record but… even after combing through the footage several times, he didn’t know when it happened. It seemed completely arbitrary. One moment Bela was human, struggling to scream through the blood gurgling in her throat, the next she was still and calm and speaking in what could only be called tongues.

The zombie movies were starting to get to him. He found himself thinking that it had to do with the host’s death… but, no, the hosts were distinctly alive in there.

He rested his head in his hands as much as the glass dome encircling it allowed.

It probably had to do with the blood stream. That was how Fries had administered the original spores. Saliva was just filtered blood. Maybe it was blood-to-blood contact?

But he didn’t know and that made him nervous.

Not nervous enough to actually stop the experiments, of course. He was on to something, he knew it.

In cases like this, his own emotions and the emotions of others didn’t matter. They were like the fogged breaths people made when it was particularly cold out – warmth that would soon be snuffed out by the cold air surrounding it.

No, the chills that ran down his spine when he looked at the family and their blood-covered mouths were unimportant. The tiny pang in his chest as the kid in the corner reached for him would do nothing. The discomfort he felt about keeping these people in a cage was not helpful.

(Maybe he was reaching a new low. But did it really matter? Was a billion really any different than a billion and one? Did the difference matter at that point?)

When he had said that he would do anything to save Nora, he had meant it.

And if she hated him for what he had done, at least she would be alive to do so.

Victor finished another classic zombie movie and sighed when yet another one went without any kind of solution outside of getting the main group to relative safety. He wanted ideas for a cure, damn it, if he was just going to hide out/ride out this zombie thing then he would have done it already.

He sighed and turned off the TV so he could tip his head back against the cool metal walls of the lab and think.

It was… strange, seeing Hollywood’s determination to make zombies into mindless things, into nothing more than monsters.

But he understood, at least on some level.

It wasn’t like it was uncommon for humans to eat others if they got hungry – desperate – enough. Cannibalism was technically not illegal, the illegal part was how you got your hands on the ‘meal’. It was that way on purpose, so people that had survived things such as plane crashes wouldn’t go to jail just for surviving.

This… wasn’t a fact that people enjoyed hearing.

No one liked to confront the fragility of human morality.

Maybe that was why people were so disgusted with him in particular. Maybe they had seen themselves reflected in the glass encasing his head and had not liked what they had seen.

It was much easier to shy away from the truth.

To think of this case as an outlier. To look on in horror as the zombies turned on their last family member, little Matt who was nothing more than a child, the sound of their stomachs rumbling hard to distinguish from the low growling in their throats. To point at them and say it was because the family was no longer human.

But they were human.

What was more human than being selfish?

Victor hadn’t been expecting much response when he had walked into the lab with a grocery bag swinging on his wrist (he had run out of milk, a travesty, really), yelling “Honey, I’m home!” like a character on a sitcom, but he had certainly been expecting something. Ragged breathing, faint footsteps, the strange language that the zombies spoke in, anything.

But, no, the place was remarkably quiet.

Unsettlingly so, really.

He made his way through the lab carefully, free hand resting over the freeze ray on his hip. Usually, when things were this kind of quiet, it meant that something had gone wrong – that the bats were there.

But, no, the problem was somehow both better and worse:

The zombies had escaped.

The bars of their cage had been bent. A group effort. He supposed that it was on him – he had put four enhanced individuals into the same area and then left them to their own devices.

At least, it seemed that the zombies weren’t sticking around to try and get revenge. He couldn’t hear their shuffling feet or too-loud breathing. They had simply used the chance to escape (which, considering his freeze rays, was probably the smart choice).

Though, if they weren’t around anymore, that meant he would have to go through the trouble to find them. And quickly, so the bat wouldn’t notice what he was doing and come to stop his experiments on the grounds that they were ‘unethical’ or whatever. That would be annoying, he would have to break out of Arkham, move his whole base of operations, start over his experiments from scratch…

If he could, he would pinch the area between his brows.

All he could do was sigh deeply.

Even though he was the one that made the sound, it was jarring in the silence that had overtaken the lab.

It was then that he realized he couldn’t hear the faint bubbling of Nora’s cryogenic chamber.

He felt as if he had been caught in the beam of his own freeze ray.

“Nora!”

He raced to the upper level of the lab, where his wife’s body had been suspended in time.

But the glass was cracked.

He dropped the bag. Milk spilled across the floor.

(He wouldn’t cry.)

Nora stood just outside of the chamber, staring at it with a blank look on her face that he couldn’t fully attribute to the shock of being alive and – debatably – well again. Already, there was what looked to be tiny mushrooms sprouting from her forearm, trying to fix the damage that had been done. Her hair was a mess. Her skin was deathly pale.

She was a beautiful sight.

“Nora,” he breathed.

She seemed to snap out of whatever stupor she was in. She turned to look at him.

Victor wished that he had at least known to wear a suit.

But she smiled upon seeing him, and he suddenly couldn’t care less.

He raced forward, taking her face in his hands. It was warm and rough and perfect.

She tried to say something.

His face fell.

They… they couldn’t communicate.

Her own smile started to fade as the realization sunk in.

But then he was shaking his head and pressing his hand to her mouth.

She looked at him with wide eyes.

“Please,” Victor said, even if she couldn’t understand him. He couldn’t stand the idea of having Nora right there and yet being unable to talk to her. He had gone so long talking to nothing, and he couldn’t do it anymore. Not when the solution was right there. “Bite me, please.”

Nora looked at him for a long moment, pupils dilated and breathing heavy in the face of the ‘food’ being almost literally waved in front of her nose. She had to have been hungry, he knew, for she had only just been turned and there was no red around her lips signaling that she had found her way to the freezer, and he was touched that she was holding back to keep from hurting him… but he would give up himself – had in many ways already – several times over if it meant she would never have to feel discomfort or, god forbid, pain ever again.

And, besides, this meant he got to finally hear her voice again.

He pressed his hand against her mouth harder.

She hesitantly gave in, nibbling on his ring finger.

Despite the softness of the gesture, it didn’t take much to bite through the skin.

Warmth flooded slowly ebbed into him for the first time in years. It was like falling in love all over again, starting out slow, with a faint tingling spreading under his skin, and then all at once as it touched his heart.

“Nora?” he tried again, cautious.

She smiled, and he pretended not to notice the tears gathering in her eyes for then he would have to acknowledge that the warmth building behind his own was not actually due to the newfound zombie-ism.

“Hi, Victor,” she said.

And, surely, he must have been dreaming.

He pulled her into a hug, unable to keep the tiny bit of elated, maybe slightly hysterical laughter from bubbling out of him. She felt the way his chest vibrated with his glee and he touched her neck to feel the steady, but slightly-too-fast pulse thump-thumping there.

She was alive, in every way that mattered.

Finally.

Her hands wound their way up to his head, carefully detaching the dome around it and tossing it aside. The glass shattered and, with it, his composure. A broken sound tore from his throat and he buried his face in her hair to hide the tears rolling down his cheeks. He had finally stopped moving, and years-worth of heartbreak and grief managed to catch up to him all at once, mingling strangely with the relief that lingered in his chest, and despite everything, for the first time, he felt that he could finally breathe normally again.

Especially because he got to breathe in Nora’s scented perfume, still preserved from the last time he had talked to her. Got to breathe in the way it combined with a smell that was so distinctly her that he had never truly been able to replicate and, admittedly (horrifically), had been starting to forget after all this time away from her.

He squeezed her tighter and promised, silently, that he would never let her go again.

Victor led her over to the TV so they could finally watch a zombie movie together properly.

She curled into his side like she always did, though she fit slightly differently now that he had bulked up for his life of crime, but now there was more of him to hold her and he was so relieved that she was there at all that he almost forgot to mourn what had been.

He clicked on the TV and rewound the movie he had been watching.

And then he pressed play.

……. oh.

He cleared his throat, his face warming as the people on the TV talked in a language neither of them could make sense of.

Nora laughed quietly, her eyes crinkling with mirth as she curled into his hold more. “Whoops.”

“Whoops indeed,” he said with an awkward laugh and a hand that came to rub against the back of his neck.

She smiled brighter, coming to rest her head on his shoulder. “I’d prefer to talk to you, anyways.”

“O-oh?” He said, and forgive him for being off his game but he had been wifeless for many years.

“Mhmm,” she said easily, lacing their fingers together. Her eyes lingered on the singular mushroom cap that was beginning to sprout on the tip of finger for a moment before finding their way up to meet his gaze. She gave him a tiny laugh. “You know, when you said that you were going to find a way to save me or die trying, this really isn’t what I thought you had meant.”

He couldn’t help the sheepish grin that made its way across his face.

“I – I wanted to find a cure for… this –” he motioned vaguely to the mushrooms lining her arm “– before I infected you, but I guess Batman can deal with it.”

She raised an eyebrow at him, incredulous and yet curious at the same time. “Batman? He’s real?”

“Oh, Nora, I have so much to catch you up on,” he said, and he couldn’t help his smile because he had been starting to worry that he would never be able to tell her anything again.

But here she was, bright and happy and warm and alive and speaking with him so easily:

“I would love that, Victor.”

He was more than happy to indulge her.

And, though he was now a zombie, he thought he hadn’t felt this human in quite a long time.

#something something fries' obsession is self destructive in nature #to the point where it's debatable whether the last scene is even true #whether he was imagining it to make himself feel better #he dropped the milk upon seeing the cryogenic chamber #but was nora really there? or was she horrified? did she leave? was she taken?#who knows what is canon #i don't even know #both were heavily considered #either way this bitch's mental state?? might not be the best #anyways enjoy i wrote this in like an hour after taking three tests in two days #so it might not be my best work #but frankly idc #anyways #dc #batman #rogues #rogues gallery #victor fries #mr freeze #mr. freeze #nora fries #the most fridged person to ever live #the biology is minorly inpsired by boyfriend of the dead on webtoon #because i know nothing about biology :) ignore the fact that i was the only person to pass my bio class last year #hurt/comfort #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #dc batman

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i-smoke-chapstick · 1 month

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Hi! Plz may I request smth super smutty and likely weird with the Valeska twins and a dom reader? (Hell, make it poly if you want!😏😉 if not, separate is also fine🥰 ) I just love the thought of those two getting fucked senseless, they'd be so pretty 😘 maybe including but by no means limited to: pegging, slight mommy kink, edging, over stim, bondage... etc... and followed up by some really fluffy aftercare 🥰

As for a song, my brain keeps going back to Mz. Hyde by Halestorm. So that, I guess!

‘MZ. HYDE,

-GOTHAM!VALESKA TWINS X READER-

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; The Valeska twins meet their match ;)

⋆ tags/warnings. GOTHAM!valeska twins x female reader. SMUT!!! wrote hcs ahh!! FemDom!reader, readers a brat tamer. THREESOME!! Bondage, pegging, overstimulation, mommy kink, and more!!! some incestous undertones on jerome’s part but not really. I love dom!reader sm <3 ty for this request gave me a random burst of motivation. Fluffy aftercare ofc <3 our boys need love !!! after getting their brains fucked out

♫ “I will gently violate your mind, before I tuck you in / my poison is your remedy.” Mz. Hyde by Halestorm

⋆ Taming these boys is hard, but boy is it worth it.

⋆ First and foremost, how you ever managed to get them to share you is a miracle. But, reader, you have the both of them wrapped around your finger.

⋆ They are both completely two different types of subs, but both brats in different ways. Jerome especially.

⋆ Starting off with Jerome, he practically feeds off everything you say. He vies for your attention so desperately, and your degradtion; for both him and his brother alike. Every word you say, he’s hanging off of. He’s so desperate to be punished, it’s hard to resist.

⋆ Jerome is definitely a lot more teasing. He’ll stretch out on the kingsized mattress in all his glory, preening like a cat, ready to be taken. His eyes light up in a crazed expectation, excitement filling him. His cock is throbbing at your words. Every single “You’re a sick fucking animal.” You utter to him while he writhes below you, he loves. He gets drunk on being degraded.

⋆ Speaking of which, he wants to be fucked like an animal in heat. If you two are fucking, he’ll want to grab your hips, whining loudly, trying to control your movements. You’ll have to slap his hands away, and he’ll pout and growl. If you’re pegging him, he’s grinning and giggling like a maniac, trying to spew out vague jokes and insults, only for you to shut him up with each thrust. When you hit that sweet spot inside of him, his eyes are rolling back, and he’s pausing in his speech- faltering under your touch.

⋆ He also loves watching you peg his brother; it’s thrilling for him to see his typically always-in-control brother who typically ruins his fun be shut up for once and just take it. He’ll laugh and point as he watches, 100% getting off on the degradation of his brother.

⋆ “How’s it feel, brother?” Jerome is taunting, palming his cock in his hand, making fun of Jeremiah. Jeremiah isn’t pleased in the slightest, but it’s hard to snarl something back when he’s getting his hole fucked deep and senseless.

⋆ I’ve mentioned before, Jerome never shuts up. So you’ll have to make him. Make that ginger CHOKE on your strap-on, shoving it down his throat. Watch him wildly gag and look up at you with big almost innocent eyes. His spit will dribble down onto the make-shift cock, making a sloppy mess of his mouth.

⋆ Jeremiah is much more composed, but also gets a kick out of finally seeing his brother shut the fuck up for once in his life.

⋆ Unlike Jerome, Jeremiah is much more hesitant to be dominated, pegged, or tied up. He’s a bit of a narcotic control freak- he’s spent his whole life trying to be in control, so it’s harder to get him to cave.

⋆ You’ll have to be more methodical in your approach. It will take awhile for him to to want to be pegged, so you start small- with slow and sopping blowjobs, feeling him trying to thread his hands through your hair. Everytime he reaches out for you, you’ll remove your lips from his cock, and his lip will curl with annoyance. At first he’ll be angry, constantly trying to give you commands, but it’s useless unless he wants to cum. By the end of it, you’ll have the man begging for your mouth back on his member, through raw tears from being edged hours on end.

⋆ Jeremiah will beg, and that level of submission will break him. From then on, he’ll trust you more, and realize his brother might be right- it is fun to let go. From then on, the two of them will practically worship you.

⋆ They are both big fans of being overstimulated. Jerome will be whining, rolling his head and eyes back, tongue out his mouth. You’ll watch his chest heave with each stroke, sticky cum staining your hand and sheets. Restraints holding him firmly in place. Jeremiah will be murmuring senseless pleads for you to stop, but when he cums over and over, he can hardly complain. He will thrust up into your hand, trying desperately to pull against the ropes around his wrists and legs.

⋆ Jerome has more of a mommy kink then Jeremiah does; and it’s a sore subject for him. It slips out randomly during one of your sexcapades, and Jeremiah will look at him incredulously before laughing. It’s his turn to taunt Jerome now. THIS will get under Jerome’s skin, and he’ll go red in the face, lip trembling while he struggles not to cum right then and there from the sheer humilation.

⋆ In terms of aftercare, PLEASE take care of these boys. Jerome will be overtly clingy, and Jeremiah overtly embarrassed. Jeremiah will insist he takes a shower first, and Jerome will be glad to have your sole attention in the mean time.

⋆ Both of them aren’t used to being taken care of. And both of them feel infinitely grateful. When I say they would do anything for you, I mean anything. Que Jeremiah watching you clean him up, looking at you like your the only pure thing in the world from lidded eyes. Jerome is equally as intrigued, never being treated with a soft touch before you.

⋆ Expect playful banter by the time you clean them up, mostly from Jerome. You’ll be cuddled up together in the sheets, Jerome’s head laying on your thighs, and Jeremiah’s head laid between your breasts.

⋆ “So…Y/N, which one of us has the bigger dick?”

⋆ “You two are literally identical, Jerome.”

⋆ “She just doesn’t want to hurt your feelings. It’s obviously me.” Jeremiah will snidely chime, small smirk on his face.

⋆ The sibling rivalry continues to persist, Jerome sticking his tongue out at him and blowing a raspberry on your thighs, which tickles.

⋆ Like I said, you have these two boys wrapped around your finger.

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gothamitelove · 8 months

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helllooooo :333 todays a more CALM day. lemme cook smthn up rq

victor zsasz x reader where they absolutely adore him, like any chance they get they are smothering him in their love?!

that’s about all, baii!! <3

hi!!! you got it bestie!!

victor zsasz w/affectionate!reader:

he LOVES this.

he returns your affection 100%. all the time. your energy is matched with this guy

yall are the pda couple that everyone's like "is this allowed?? what the fuck- is this allowed???" about

a huge fan of showing you off/talking you up to everyone

this man's love languages are all of them and you will be showered with every single one

the kind of guy to get distracted from everyone else in the room because you sat on his lap or kissed his cheek

i've said it once i'll say it again: PDA. ALL THE TIME.

he's always got an arm around your waist or your shoulders, always pressing kisses to your cheeks, and god forbid he sees someone who's looking a little too much at you because he'll make out with you in public (while smirking over your shoulder at the other person the whole time)

#asks #victor zsasz #dcu #x reader #gender neutral reader #dc x reader #gotham #rogues gallery #headcanons #gotham rogues #victor zsasz imagine #victor zsasz x reader

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finniestoncrane · 5 months

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🍦 with AK! Scarecrow? That would make my heart go doki-doki like an anime protagonist

Cleansing Aftermath

Arkham!Scarecrow x Female!Reader, word count: 600 lmao me TOO!! i want to peel that burlap off and get it washed with the nicest and most sensitive fabric softener while i get him all scrubbed up (i'm brushing his teeth too) also the desire to draw this man in a bath with a rubber pumpkin (or crow, thank you server!) was strong enough that i will be doing that as soon as possible 🎃🧡 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: blood mention, injury mention, mention of sickness, bathing

You dipped your hand, cloth gripped tight, back into the murky brown water, tinged with remnants of grease, slivers of blood, and various bits of grime and dirt. At one point you’d seen him pick a shard of something bright and shining from one of the wounds on his side and flick it into the horrid soup he was stewing in with a half-amused sentiment.

“Everything comes to the surface.”

“Shall I run a magnet over you, instead of a cloth?”

Jonathan had seen his fair share of violence, not just that orchestrated by his own hand. Constant beatings from Gotham’s praised vigilante, an assault by a reptilian monster, poor living conditions, a childhood of abuse. The number of injuries that marred his body was too much to count, and he couldn’t even remember them all anymore. Every so often, a shrapnel of history would dislodge itself from within his skin. This one likely finding it’s way to the surface as a new gash on his arm was opened over older scar tissue.

“How interesting that the edge of his ridiculous weapons would open an old wound and let loose the point of an old one. At the very least, the new models seem less brittle.”

There wasn’t much that Jonathan couldn’t take in his stride, and while normally you might panic at the first sigh of injury, of blood dappled on his long coat, staining the metal of his leg brace as it trickled down from his arm and side to his feet, his calm and collected mannerisms always served to keep you from a panic. But it was often a source of irritation, how flippant he could be about his own safety. As dry as his wit was, it still felt puerile to make light of the situation.

“Jonathan. Please take this seriously.”

He let his fingers skim over the top of the water, through the thing froth of soap bubbles that survived the already lengthy cleansing he had gone through. His eyes looked to you where you knelt beside him, arms resting on the edge of the tub, chin resting on your arms. With what he could muster of a smile, he apologised silently, the intent behind his clouded eyes obvious, maybe not to everyone, but to you at least. With your hand on his shoulder, you rubbed in gentle circles with your fingers until he let out a groan that vibrated through the chest infection that had embedded itself within him a few weeks ago.

“You need medicine.”

You reached to press your hand to his sternum, trying to feel for any signs of a more serious infection, not really knowing what you were looking for beyond rattling wheezes and perhaps an irregular heartbeat. But, sending what you were trying to do, he placed his fingers slowly and softly around your wrist, holding you there, steady, as he chastised you with the kind of gentle care you’d come to know well.

“I just need time to recover. To gather myself. I’ll heal when I have time, physically anyway. And I’ll have time once I’ve begun to heal emotionally. That, unfortunately, requires a great deal of risk.”

There was no point in arguing with him. He knew best, even when you disagreed with him you knew that to be a fact. So instead, you did as you usually did, dedicating yourself to helping him recover, to offer him moments of rest that you hoped amounted to something bigger. Fingers trailing from his shoulder to his chest, you pushed down gently, watching him sink lower into the bath, his muscles relaxing as the lukewarm water covered him up to his chin.

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