#while Zsasz spots him

[i-smoke-chapstick]

Can you do Gotham!Victor Zsasz x reader where he gets jealous? And maybe it leads to smutty angry sex ;-)

‘YOU’RE MINE,

-GOTHAM!VICTOR ZSASZ X READER-

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; you’re his girl, only his.

⋆ tags/warnings. GOTHAM!victor zsasz x female reader. obsessive and possessive behavior. victors dry humor (sort of?) persevering through his jealousy. SMUT !!!!!! like, i went heavy with this one guys. SADOMASOCHISTIC SEX! victor marks reader. also, drama queen victor.

♫ “whistling like a bullet in the sky / you don’t talk to no one, don’t you look at nothing / no ones gonna use you up and break you the way that I do.” You’re Mine by Phantogram

He typically doesn’t get like this. No, he trusts you. And even if he didn’t- he stalks you every damn day. Has your phone password. Crashes your apartment and searches your drawers. And when he’s not keeping an eye out for you- one of the zsaszettes is. Y’know, just in case, he always adds- whenever you come home to him fiddling around your apartment or browsing your phone.

In reality, because he keeps tabs on you is WHY he trusts you. And so far, nothing has been out of the ordinary. You’ve been his loyal soldier- his girl.

Well, until percisley 10 seconds ago. He was doing his daily…night watch? Lurking on top of buildings, with a loaded sniper, the stake-out usual, watching you converse with work friends. Just like you said you’d be. Normal tuesday.

He just has to be clear. It’s his motto, yeah? And thankfully, it came in clutch for him tonight. He’s reminded of why he does this so frequently when he spots you out in the parking lot of your work, when a man comes behind you.

He zones in through the scope of the sniper, immeadiatley aiming it at this guys head. He’s about to shoot this creep, until you laugh.

Why the hell are you laughing? (Victor thinks only he should be the funniest person you know.)

He’s watching carefully through the scope, vein popping through his forehead. All he can do is clench his jaw.

He notices everything. The way the man gestures towards you, the way you two converse like two old pals. It gets a bit too much for victor when the man gently grabs your shoulder while the two of you laugh.

Immeadiatley, you hear the sound of boots on gravel, and turn around to see Victor. You and said work friend damn near scream.

Your male friend is looking on in horror, it’s VICTOR FUCKING ZSASZ.

You on the other hand, after the inital shock wears off, give a polite smile to victor.

“Oh- hey.” You chime, but stop in your tracks when you read his expression. No smile. And his gloved hand is gripped tight around a handgun in it’s holster- itching to be set free. You swallow.

“Out.” Is all he says to your friend- and he looks at Victor incredously. You feel yourself start to sweat.

Victor looks at the man, eye practically twitching. The man stays frozen in shock.

“PLEASE?” Victor suddenly harshly calls- rolling his neck and cocking his head. His eyes are opened fully, and you feel fear bubbling up in you.

You’re friend instantly runs off, and you visibly see victor’s hand around his gun relax. He turns to you, taking a deep breath.

In a strange fashion, he offers you his arm like a gentleman, and doesn’t say another word the rest of the walk home. You don’t find out the reason for his anger until much, much later…

The moment you two came home, you assumed he’d want a bite to eat, talk about what was bothering him. But apperently not. The second the door closed, he was pushing everything on your counter top down to the floor with a loud slam, man-handling you, pushing you on top, and kissing you until you had to force him away for air.

He’s deadly silent, not explaining himself. You want to ask why- but the moment he pulls away from your lips, he shoves two of his fingers in your mouth- making you suck on the flesh. You gag as he forces them deeper and deeper, tasting the rubber of his gloves. He doesn’t stop until his fingers are soaked in your spit, and shoves them into your cunt.

You’re practically mewling around his fingers, taken aback.

And now… you’re here. Your face is buried into the pillows, ass-up. You’re soaking wet, working toward your fifth orgasm. The previous four had all just been from his trigger finger fucking you out until all you could do was scream his name. Tally marks have been all but littered into you’re thighs and chest and back- bloody and raw from his blade. Typically he’d only make one cut each time he claimed you like this- but appearently it’s not enough. People need to know who you love.

No, now his cock is buried deep inside you. Messily sliding in and out of your swollen pussy, generously giving you every inch to clench around. You need to know who owns you. That you two own each other.

He replays the image of your work friend staring at him in surprise. Victor’s practically tweaking out…why haven’t you told anyone that you two are together? God, he’d fuck you in front of the whole GCPD if he could. And here you are, keeping him like a dirty little secret.

“No one’s gonna love you,” He growls out, punctuating each sentence with a thrust. It’s the first thing he’s said all night.

“No one’s gonna touch you,” Between your moaning and his groans, it’s almost inaudible.

“No one’s gonna look at you the way that I do.” Thrust after thrust he emphasizes his point, fingers tracing over the tally marks on your back to make you moan in pain. He needs to consume all of you.

You’re gasping, whining for him to slow down- and he only goes harder. Sex without pain for Victor is like food without taste. Every part of you aches, and every part of you feels fucking euphoric. You know the marks will scar in the morning, no matter how delicately placed. You assume that’s his goal.

You two cum together in an instant- fast and unprecedented. The sudden shockwave takes you both by surprise, feeling your pussy squeeze against his dick makes him finish inside you- and you feel the ropes of his cum flood into you. He fucks you through your orgasm, movements not stopping until he’s sure he’s satisfied every single spasm within you, and you’ve milked him for all hes worth.

“There you go, sweetness,” He groans gently, hands weakly pulling your hips to his. He slows to a stop, but doesn’t pull out.

Between the numerous light cuts littering your body and bruises from how tight he was gripping your thighs, you don’t even have the energy to scold him. No, you collapse into the mattress, letting him shift down next to you, his cock still inside.

Oh, he intends to sleep like this, you warming his cock. He grabs you to his chest, not letting you go. You feel the marks on you back sting as he shuffles behind you.

You’re too fucked out to say a word, and he simply gently kisses your knuckles. Man of few words.

You think he’ll be gone in the morning. But no.

He intends to stay until you and your body can’t remember the feeling of anything or anyone else.

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[vaporwavebeach-writes]

Kinktober Day 13 (Heartbeat)

Victor Zsasz x Reader

(695 Words)

Summary: after some rough fucking, you listen to Victor’s heart

Warnings/Tags: 18+, gender neutral reader, some real rough sex in the beginning, scratches, bite marks, aftercare, cuddling, heartbeats (duh), fluff (finally!!!)

Notes: man, I love him SO MUCH I didn’t really know how to fit in the prompt for this one, but I think I may have pulled it off, enjoy the fic!!!!

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You feel your arms starting to give out, flopping onto the bed exhaustedly. Your knees dig into the mattress, back arched as Victor pounds into you ferociously. You let out an impassioned whine, feeling his cock hit what felt like the deepest parts of you.

“Oh god,” you gasp, “Victor, I-I think I’m, fuck, I’m so fucking close.”

Continuing to thrust into you roughly, Victor’s eyes study your back. It was completely red. Scratch marks, raking up and down. Glancing up to your shoulders and the nape of your neck, he spies the several bite marks that were left in his wake- some already starting to bruise. He groans carnally, satisfied of leaving his mark on you.

“Fucking do it, babe,” he grunts, gripping at your hips, continuing to piston himself within you. “You’ve earned it, plus, I’m close too.”

You grip at the sheets, feeling yourself become practically spineless as you come violently, sobbing out in pleasure through your orgasm.

Victor isn’t much farther behind you. As he pulls out of you, You hear a guttural groan erupt from his throat. You shudder, feeling his cum shoot onto your lower back in thick ropes as he finishes himself off.

You lay on your arms, exhausted, fucked out, and sated, heart racing. You feel a warm, dampened towel over the spot where Victor spilled himself all over you, cleaning you up.

“Thank you,” you sigh out, blissfully.

“Don’t mention it, sweetheart.” He replies, his hand gently ruffling your hair. You feel his hands move between your torso as he gathers you to his chest. Victor presses a soft kiss to your jaw, moving down to your neck to kiss over the fresh bruises. He moves back up, giving you several small pecks on the lips. “How ya feeling?”

“Great,” you answer back, giddiness fluttering within your stomach. Your legs begin to shake from holding yourself up. “Just a little exhausted though, you did just fuck the ever-loving shit out of me you know,” you giggle.

Victor lets out a low, playful chuckle as his hands smooth down your arms. “We can lay down here for a little bit if you want to.”

You turn to him, his deep brown eyes gazing into yours, tenderly. “You know what? I think I’d like that.”

With a gentle pull, you found yourself laying on top of Victor. He wraps his arms around you in a firm embrace, keeping you flush against him. Your head lays on his tally-mark scarred chest, feeling it rise and fall with every breath he took. Despite the fact that Victor Zsasz has the reputation of being one of the most skilled hitmen in Gotham- someone who could easily take a life at a moment’s notice, this was a comfortable position to be in. You feel safe with him.

Cuddling yourself into him more, you can hear his heartbeat through his chest. After a while, you feel your breathing patterns start to match with his. You could’ve sworn at some point you heard his heart skip a beat.

“Your heart is beating so fast,” you note, grinning softly.

“Yeah,” he sighs, looking down at you on his chest. He runs a hand, smoothing down your back, making you melt into him. “It tends to do that when you’re with the people you care about.”

You feel a blush spread rapidly across your cheeks. It’s almost like you can feel your heart start to beat quicker, as you feel the ever growing warmth that starts to flourish in between the both of you. For him to say that in such a casual manner was enough to make your heart flutter.

“Keep talking like that, and I don’t think I’m ever gonna want to get up from this spot with you,” you chuckle.

Victor gazes at you with his signature grin. A grin that signaled mischief. His eyes though, were different. They didn’t hold the rascality as his grin, but rather, something softer. As he pulls the covers over the both of you, the warm feeling envelops you in a wave of euphoria. He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. “I can live with that.”

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[fetish4juggalos]

Gotham villains with their s/o

Breif introduction into other media I enjoy posting for other than horror I LOVE DC

I plan to make another villans post once I get further into the series maybe with jervis and Jeremiah and some updated headcannons for these 3 but for now enjoy some small gotham content

Sorry for any spelling mistakes and grammatical errors in advance

Oswald Cobblepot

He follows you around. Not in a creepy "you cant go anywhere" way but in a clingy wanting to be around you type of way

If the two of you are sitting on the couch and you just randomly get up to stretch or leave the room he'll have this look of utter confusion and quickly(as best cas he can)get up from where hes seated to catch up to you

Has victor check up on you while youre at home or walking around gotham to make sure you are safe. That includes to and from work

He is completely obsessed with the idea of you ONLY being his. The idea that you dated others or that you have exs irks something in him

If any of the patrons at the club hit on you or touch you in any way that he deems inappropriate he'll shut it down immediately. If hes too busy to deal with it on the spot he'll make sure victor does

He has some anger management issues so he often freaks out but if he sees that you're nervous or scared he'll break down into apology on the spot

Hes a sweetheart though and always trys to make you happy by giving you gifts and making sweet gestures as Apologies

Crys to you about his insecurities and how he believes he doesn't deserve you and how everyone thinks hes a pushover-

More into cuddles then anything but the idea you want to be sexually involved with him makes him a whole other type of happy

Loves kissing you in private since it feels more affectionate and passionate but isnt apposed to the idea of kissing you infront of everyone to prove a point

Victor Zsasz

Hovers over you while youre minding your business. If youre cooking or cleaning he'll be behind you looking over your shoulder or seeing what your'e up to

Doesn't necessarily like your exs but as long as they dont come asking for you back or harassing you hes fine with the idea that you have dated other people even if it means he'll have to one up them in everything

Likes when you clean his wounds and bandage him. He has a crazy high pain tolerance but even if the wound is only like a 5/10 on the pain scale he'll play it up for sympathy points

Even if hes chill about you having dated other ppl in the past he'll go from 0 to 100 if he finds out an ex is still trying to contact you or show up at your apartment. You wont see _______ ever again

Refers to you as his spouse even if you aren't married. "My wife and I-", "Im going to go spend time with my husband", "me and my spouse-". He'll probably never stop but you never asked him to so its kinda became a pet name over time

Likes kissing whenever. He loves making out after work or hanging out with you on the couch and being affectionate but if you two are infront of the zsaszettes or in the club he loves kissing there too. Probably finds all kinds of ways to goof off at work with you

Has a pretty sick sense of humor so if hes done with a particularly gorey job he'll bring home a trophy to freak you out with. Maybe a eye or a hand assuming youre desensitized to that stuff since you are dating victor zsasz

He sleeps freakishly less then the average human probably bc of years of work and self discipline but if youre asleep when he gets home from work he'll slip into bed with you even if hes not tired

Hes just a bit creepy so I dont doubt he watches you sleep sometimes. Probably takes photos of you asleep to piss you off and to keep in his camera role. Then if you ask abt the pics he'll stand there like "😦" "how did those get there?"

Jerome Valeska

Whenever jerome does something for you he always makes sure its extravagant. His gifts always tend to be big gestures and whether thats him killing a bunch of civilians and spelling your name with their bodies or some expensive thing he stole that he'd thought you'd like really depends on his mood

With all the crime and chaos hes committing he really doesn't have his own place so staying at yours a "seemingly innocent" civilian is the best bet. And boy does he love your place. He has only a handful of personal items he keeps there but when hes laying low and staying over multiple days at a time he is at his happiest

Yall cant really go on dates or in public outings since you not being publicly involved with him is kinda apart of his whole laying low idea and also bc of the whole wanted criminal thing so house dates are a go to

He enjoys spooning you and maybe its bc he didn't get alot of love as a child but its one of his favorite cuddling positions

Hes scary when hes upset but if he sees any body language or facial expressions that show that you are scared of him he'll be quick to remind you that he'd never hurt you unless you wanted him too

As far as exs go hes another one that doesn't like the idea that you were with anybody other then him. It pisses him off that he didn't find you before you had a chance to waste your time with other assholes. If an ex however came anywhere close to you he'd know before you did bc he would have already dealt with it.

All the pet names he has for you are normally complements along the lines or gorgeous, handsome, cutie, and whatever he can come up with to make you smile

He also takes pictures of you without your knowledge to add to his camera role or just to have laying around somewhere but if you find one of those pics around the house and ask where it came from he'll just smile and shrug

Dances with you whenever he finds the opportunity. He was in the circus so I dont doubt that he has some experience dancing or performing. He sometimes puts on a little show with you as if you were infront of an audience with his best preformers voice. Even if its just in the kitchen or in the living room its fun and he loves to see you laugh

#oswald cobblepot x reader #oswald cobblepot #victor zsasz x reader #victor zsasz #jerome valeska x reader #jerome velaska

[finniestoncrane]

rogues giving aftercare after going too hard on their partner sldhfkakhshsiwNcbaheiiwgxak

Aftercare

Rogues Headcanons yeah yeah yeah ok i'm going to make even the nastier babies sweet and soft for this one, as a treat for myself lmao 💜 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: suggestive stuff, sweetness, mentions of rough sex

scarecrow

his aftercare extends to him staying around and not disappearing

he's a busy boy, he has people to terrorise and revenge to achieve

but if you need him to, he'll stay for a few minutes and hold you

if you're lucky he might even tell you that you did a good job

special move: tough love. it's good to be afraid sometimes

mad hatter

difficult one, because jervis falls asleep almost immediately

but it's because he puts so much effort in!

and you know he would never do anything to hurt you

so it's easy enough to forgive him and take comfort in holding him

special move: being painfully cute

zsasz

good form and good practice in everything he does

meticulous and methodical to the point of unfeeling, almost

his aftercare is as thorough as everything else he does

and it's guaranteed to satisfy your need for comfort

special move: intense eye contact while he reassures you

poison ivy

she'll quietly reassure you, firm, but honest and caring

she's instantly trustworthy and believable, she cares from the heart

and you won't have to worry about it happening twice

she's keen to nourish a relationship, emotionally and physically

special move: using vines like a weighted blanket to calm you

riddler

eddie would definitely find it hard to admit that he was too hard

or that he did anything wrong in the first place

and forget about an apology, he's never said sorry for anything

but he'll make an effort to let you bask in his glory through hugs

special move: detailed feedback, essay format, with grades

mr freeze

guilt, so much guilt

he would feel absolutely terrible

so you're getting praised and soothed to the extreme

he can't cause any more pain to a loved one

special move: placing his hands on sore spots and cooling them

bane

so... he never means to be rough, but it's hard to guage it

his size makes it difficult for him to realise what's 'hard'

but he's got a soft, soft heart for you so aftercare is a definite

he'll say sweet things to you in spanish while he holds you tight

special move: the bear hug to end all bear hugs

harley quinn

get ready to be loved and squeazed until it hurts

she's a bit frenetic, a bit feral, kinda rough and tumble

so she can definitely get carried away

luckily her aftercare is just as passionate and thorough

special move: smooshing your face in her hands and praising you

two face

ok so really it's more that harvey is having to apologise for two face

because while harvey likes it a bit rough, he's restrained

and he never means to hurt you, unlike his partner in crime

who is a hedonistic sadist in bed sometimes

special move: letting you fiddle with his coin while he praises you

penguin

ozzie can get carried away admittedly

but he's always ready with sweet words and praise for afterwards

plenty of hugs and kisses and reminders that you're great

plus, it's almost bribe levels of spoiling with gifts too

special move: sugar daddy shopping spree as an apology

#finnie writes #riddler #edward nygma #batman rogues #rogues gallery #scarecrow #jonathan crane #oswald cobblepot #the penguin #harvey dent #two face #rogues #harley quinn #harleen quinzel #poison ivy #pamela isley #bane #eduardo sanchez #victor zsasz #mr freeze #victor fries

[clementine-writes-things]

The Girl In The Woods - V.Z

Summary: While carrying out a hit, Victor Zsasz finds y/n in the woods. Not wanting any witnesses, he confronts them. Short but sweet, possible part 2 if received well.

Content Warning: Blood, guns, death, knife, scary bald man, she/her pronouns, AFAB!reader.

Songs for Inspo:

Season Of The Witch - Lana Del Rey

Soldier, Poet, King - The Oh Hellos

Sarah - Alex G.

Tonight You Belong To Me - Patience & Prudence

Kids - Current Joys

Blondie - Current Joys

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The gunshot rang throughout the woods, reverberating off of the trees. Birds flew off of trees, flapping their wings frantically as they retreated from the origin of the noise. Tucking his gun away and stretching out his back, Victor let out a long and exaggerated groan. Looking down at the body, he rolled his eyes, realizing he had to dispose of it. He sighed as he picked up the shovel he had brought with him. Observing the area, he tried to find a place that wouldn't be too difficult to dig. As he scanned around him, his eyes landed on a cottage just atop of the hill. If he hadn't looked closely, he would never have spotted it. Trees surrounded the entire area and the lush flora made it difficult to see. What looked to be a woman walked back inside after making eye contact with him.

"Shit. Don't go anywhere." He grunted, giving one last look to the body before going up the hill.

He tried to quicken his pace, not wanting the witness to escape. It would be hard to find them in the woods if they ran away. A slight breeze picked up as he made it to the top, pulling out his gun. Slowly but surely, he approached the front door. But, right before he was about to kick it open, he noticed that it wasn't even closed. Narrowing his eyes, he opened it up slowly, holding his gun up immediately after.

"Get on your knees." He ordered.

The woman turned around, the brown suspenders they wore flowed down into a short dress, a white blouse underneath it. Victor raised an eyebrow, confused at their calm demeanor. He felt a little uneasy.

"Can I help you with something?" She asked.

Victor furrowed his brows, unsure of how to respond. He let out a sigh, scoffing afterwards. The gun in his hand was gripped tightly, not moving away from the person in front of him.

"Lady, you do realize I'm pointing a loaded gun at you, right?" He asked.

"Yes, I do. But, I'm confused as to why." She replied.

Victor rolled his eyes.

"You saw me kill that man. Can't have any witnesses."

"I see. Well, does it look like I have anyone to tell about it?" She asked, gesturing to where she lived.

He didn't respond, keeping the gun pointed at her. Y/n sighed, turning away from him. Victor raised an eyebrow, watching what they did.

"Well, how about I finish making some soup and then you can decide whether you still want to kill me or not, ok? It's vegetable soup. It's all fresh from my garden." She suggested.

Victor laughed, putting his gun away.

"Listen, ma'am. Flattery isn't going to help you." He said, sitting down at the table.

"I can assure you I am not trying to flatter you, Mr. Zsasz." She replied.

His face was neutral.

"Yes, I know who you are. Just because I live out here doesn't mean I don't go to the city every once in a while."

"Then why didn't you run away?" He asked, genuinely curious at this point.

Y/n giggled softly, grabbing a ladle from a hook on the wall. With her other hand she grabbed a bowl. Filling it halfway with the soup, she grabbed a spoon from a drawer and put it in the bowl. She placed it on the table, sliding it over to him. He scoffed, shoving it away. Y/n rolled their eyes, grabbing another spoon. She used it to take a sip of the meal, as if to show him it wasn't poisoned. Rolling his eyes, he started to eat the soup.

"I didn't run away because I knew you wouldn't kill me." They responded simply.

"Oh, really? And what makes you think that?" He asked.

"Well, I'm still alive, aren't I?" She asked, a humble grin on her face.

Victor chuckled lightly, shaking his head. Taking another sip of his soup, he placed the spoon back in the bowl. Y/n, not feeling too hungry, walked to a window. Victor watched as they watered on of the plants with a small watering can.

"I suppose you aren't much of a threat. Oh, which reminds me..." He trailed.

Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his pocket knife. Swiftly, pulled up the sleeve of his shirt. Y/n glanced at the various scars, wincing as she watched him carve a tally mark onto the exposed skin of his forearm. Y/n sighed, grabbing a handkerchief from a pocket in their dress. Victor continued to eat as if nothing happened. However, he flinched when y/n touched his arm gently.

"May I?" She asked.

"Dude, do you have a death wish?" He asked, glaring at her.

Y/n ignored him, using her handkerchief to dab up the blood trickling down his arm. He rolled his eyes, eating his soup as she did that. Y/n laid the cloth over the wound, walking to a cabinet in their kitchen. Victor watched curiously as the rummaged through various glass bottles. Grabbing one, y/n walked back over to him and crouched down, rubbing a paste on the cut. Victor pulled out his gun quickly, placing the barrel directly against their forehead.

"It's just some aloe mixed with basil. The aloe will soothe your skin and the basil will help fight any infections. It's better to be safe than sorry. And, I'd rather not have you drip blood on my furniture." She said softly.

Victor hesitated, slowly putting his gun back in his holster. He looked down at her, casting a shadow over her body. He had no idea how to respond to this random act of kindness from a stranger he had intended to kill. Y/n stood up fully, smiling at him.

"Even hitmen need to take care of themselves, Mr. Zsasz. It would be a rather anti-climactic for a hitman to die of infection. Don't you think?"

Victor nodded softly.

"I suppose you're right." He answered curtly.

Y/n sighed softly, straightening out their dress. Victor watched as she put the bottle of paste back into the medicine cabinet they had. He honestly had no idea what to do anymore. This random girl was really throwing him off.

"Do you still want to kill me, Mr. Zsasz?" She asked.

"I'm not so sure anymore..." He trailed.

"Oh really? And why is that?" She asked, reminding him slightly of his words from earlier.

"Because you're kind of freaking me out." He stated.

Y/n giggled, walking towards the table again. Reaching down, she picked up his soup bowl, seeing that it was empty. She smiled, dimples showing on her cheeks. Victor couldn't help but keep his eyes on her at all times. Y/n placed the bowl in her sink, washing it quickly and drying it with a rag. She placed it back in the cabinet, turning back towards him.

"I'm glad you liked the soup. I was worried I didn't season it enough. Everything I cook with I gather out here. Well, with a few exceptions for trips to the city. For there are some things I cannot find out here." She explained.

Victor cleared his throat, looking towards the front door of her cottage. He rubbed the back of his neck with a gloved hand. Y/n noticed, nodding her head.

"You are free to go whenever, Mr. Zsasz. I'm not holding you captive. Are you holding me captive?" She asked.

"No. I'm not."

"Well, that's a relief. If you need a place to bury the body, there is a patch of sweet peas just a little ways left from here. I'd appreciate if you buried it there, they'll cover up the smell." She suggested, lighting a few candles around their cottage as the night got darker.

"Hm, alright..."

"I hope you make your way back to the city safely, Mr. Zsasz."

"Thank you, Ms...?" He asked.

"Y/n."

"Y/n, ok then. Um, maybe I'll come by for another bowl of soup sometime soon."

"Well, you know where to find me."

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[samantha-rae-velcher]

Smoking Roses Pt.1

Victor Zsasz x Fem reader

Requested by: @raphina-is-dead @13eyond13belief thank you for the request ❤️❤️❤️

Warnings: Violence, Swearing, Smut (fingering), reader gets shot.

A/n: yeah uh....(18+).....🤓👌

Summary: this takes place in Season 2 Episode 4, when Zsasz attempts to assassinate the Mayor. Y/n is the Mayor's assistant and she just happens to walk in on the commotion. Victor takes a liking to her but chases her down for the fun of it. Ps...the Mayor gets shot...and killed....how dare he speak to Zsasz like that. And at the end it takes place Season 4, when the licenses for crime are issued. THIS ONE IS LONG!

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"Cool pins." Victor says as he grabs one from the basket, and clips it to his jacket while making a stupid face. The door on the other side of the room opened, Victor instinctively pulled out his gun and shot the woman who entered, expecting it to be the more of the Mayor's bodyguards.

The girl fell to her knees as blood soaked the fabric covering her shoulder. She pressed the palm of her hand against the wound in attempt to stop the bleeding.

"You fuckin idiot! She has nothing to do with this! She's my fuckin assistant!" The Mayor yelled.

Zsasz put his gun away in shock. When the woman looked up at him, he smiled, my was she pretty.

"Y/n! Are you alright?" The Mayor asked.

"Sir I-" She cut herself off with a groan of pain. Zsasz swore he's seen her around town, she used to be a filing clerk at the GCPD.

"Don't die yet." Victor told her in a sarcastic tone. "I'll deal with you in a minute, lemme just get rid of these guys."

The Mayor's bodyguards pulled out their guns, but Victor shot them before they could pull their triggers. The Mayor screamed and ran down the hall. Victor looked over at Y/n and winked at her...

"I'll be back, Sweetness. Just don't go anywhere."

She sat there on her knees hearing gunshots and calls for help, suddenly the shooting stopped and there was a loud thick boom come from downstairs.

"Rest in peace, Mr. Mayor." She whispered.

Y/n could hear quick footsteps coming back into the room, she looked up and saw Zsasz. He was cutting tally marks into his arm.

"Oh hey! Forgot you were here." He said.

Victor slipped the knife into his pocket and rolled down his sleeve. He pulled a chair up in front of her and sat down...

"Let's play a little game, what did you say your name was?" He asked.

"I didn't."

He rolled his eyes and chuckled...

"Well....then what's your name, sweetness?"

"Y/n." She replied.

"That's beautiful. I'm gonna give you 10 seconds to run."

She looked at him, struck cold by his words she asked...

"What?"

"10...9...8" he started.

Y/n ripped herself from the ground and ran, she reached the front door but it was locked....how the fuck could it be locked!?

"1!" He shouted from upstairs. "Better hide, pretty girl!"

She quietly sprinted into an office, hiding behind a large....something......she didn't know what the fuck it was.

"Where are you? Come to Daddy." His voice echoed through the empty building.

Warmth rushed to her core. Did she really like this? Zsasz is on fine piece of man, but how did she like this? And did he call himself Daddy? Oh boy, she knows what he's doing.

_

Zsasz could only hear the clicking of his shoes against the tiles, the thought of how scared and on edge Y/n probably was made the front of his pants suddenly feel tighter.

"You know I'll find you, little girl. I always win." He said in a hushed tone.

The sound of something clattering to the floor came from downstairs.

"There you are, princess." He said as he started towards the noise.

Zsasz went into the room in which he assumed the sound came from, there was no sign of his prey.

_

Y/n threw a large object at a big note stand sending it falling to the floor. Zsasz soon came into the room, not even spotting her on top of the massive closet.

He turned to leave but she tackled him to the floor, he let out a deep chuckle as he pinned her. Victor leaned in and trailed kisses down her neck and gently rubbed her wrist with his thumb.

"You enjoy the thrill of our little game?" He asked.

She shook her head and started squirming, Zsasz held her hands up over her head with one of his own.

"Hold on, Y/n. You didn't escape me, so you know what I'm gonna do with you?" He asked.

"What?"

He leaned in and whispered in her ear.

"I'm gonna tease this little pussy."

She let out and whimper and Zsasz ground against her in return.

Victor took the finger of his glove between his teeth and pulled it off, he then reached down and slipped his hand underneath her skirt. She could feel how he moved her panties aside and inserted a finger into her sex.

"Oh wow! You sure you didn't enjoy?" He asked with a groan, adding another digit.

Y/n parted her lips slightly at the feeling of his calloused fingers slide in and out of her, testing her limits.

_____________________

Harvey and Jim sat at their desks bitching about the newest criminal mastermind, and how they'll bust them...it's just a matter of time.

Captain Barnes came barreling his fat ass out of his office and shouted...

"Victor Zsasz was just seen at the Mayor's office, gunshots were heard coming from inside. They saw Victor leave with a girl, we assume it's the Mayor's assistant. They might be working together. WELL!? GET OFF YOUR ASS'S AND CHECK IT OUT! WHAT DO YOU GET PAID FOR, HUH!? EATING DONUTS AND SIPPING COFFEE!?"

______________

2 Year later

Victor and Y/n sat at a table watching these men raid this wedding, Vic whistled and got a couple people's attention then said..."Excuse me." To get the rest to listen. The room went quiet, Y/n and Zsasz smiled.

"Hi." He said, people's faces turned to complete fear as he got up and started walking towards the thieves, Y/n fallowed behind him with her 6 barrel shotgun tossed over her shoulder.

"Do you know who that is? That's Victor Zsasz." One man whispered to the other.

"Damn fuckin right." Y/n said.

"I know who it is." The man who she assumed to be the boss in this outfit replied to the other. "What do you want?"

Victor stopped and looked at the ceiling then back at the boss...

"Oh, I was just passing by. I heard the ruckus, you know you can't commit a crime in Gotham without a license from penguin, right?"

Y/n stepped up beside Vic and sneered at the thieves...

"They know, they're just fuckin stupid."

"Hey!" The boss said. "Bud out, let the grown ups talk."

She pointed her gun at him..

"You got a death wish or something, pop's?"

Victor gripped the gun and lowered it...

"Easy, Sweetness. You don't have a license for killing, I'd hate to have to take you down right here....in front of all these people."

"I wouldn't." She whispered.

"We never heard about the licenses, Zsasz." The boss interrupted.

Vic rolled his eyes and turned back to the guy...

"We just started it, so...words still getting out."

"We ain't giving half our take, to that little creep." The boss yelled.

Vic suddenly looked very bored. Y/n knew, when that happens.... Zsasz is either gonna kill someone or seriously injure them.

"Well." Victor said. "That's a problem."

"Maybe you haven't noticed, but there is four of us...and only two of you." The boss held up two fingers and Victor and Y/n held up their guns and each shot off one.

"AH!" The guy yelled. "My fuckin fingers!"

They both started slowly walking towards the crooks..

"No license! No crime." Victor began. "Now, drop the loot and blow."

The men did just that and bolted to the door.

Victor smiled at the bride as she came running over...

"I don't know how to thank you."

"Don't bother." Victor replied. "because, you see those guys? They do have licenses."

About ten men entered the room in all black and began raiding the place.

Y/n and Victor left the crime scene, they made it back to the iceberg lounge and went up to their room.

"Ah! What a day." Vic said.

"I have the perfect thing to end it." Y/n replied from behind him.

He turned around and she was holding a bottle of champagne.

"Did you steal that from the wedding?" He asked.

She nodded and popped the cork.

"You don't have a license for burglary." He whispered. "You need to be punished."

Victor took a swig of champagne from the bottle, set it down and tackled her onto the bed.

THE END ❤️

Part 2?

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Don't know If you are taking requests, but I'd like to read when Y/N's period gets late and she starts to freaking out and have to tell Zsasz 😂

Love your writing btw ❤️ it gives me so much fun to read zsasz x y/n! My one true love is Ozzie 🐧, but you reminded me, that Vic also needs me love ❤️

A/N - Oh my god. Be ready for some drama here since Y/N worst fear is to found out she's pregnant despite all her precautions.

Thank you so much, I’m so happy my babbling is to your liking! Even if I make Oswald's life terrible sometimes in my posts, I really like him and simultaneously want to hug him and slap him behind the head 🤣 And, yeah, Victor needs love, as well as a freaking good therapy.

It’s a little bit angsy but with fluff near the end and a happy ending. 

Warning : bad words, like a lot. Angst, fear of pregnancy, english mistakes (i’m working on it). Blood and violence, it’s Gotham, mention of mentrual blood.   

Word count : 3,293

BUN IN THE OVEN?

“Bloody fucking hell”. Her voice resonated in the bathroom of the house she shared with Zsasz as a hideout. Currently sitting like some Queen with all the dignity she had on the toilet, Y/N was looking daggers at her white panties, clearly menacing to torture it in some atrocious ways or simply burn it to the ground. 

Her hard stare moved to her lower abdomen and she frowned deeper. “You’re fucking kidding me now. You’re gonna bleed, you fucking useless uterus or I swear I’m gonna perform a fucking seppuku on you.” 

Of course it would never answer her back, she would throw herself in Arkham if it did. But for now, her sanity or lack of sanity wasn’t her main problem. She was late. Late on her periods. And that simple fact was enough to freak the absolute shit out of her. She told Jim once as a joke that she would be ready to blow her own head if she found out she was pregnant. He took it as a very dark and bad joke but it wasn’t. At all. She was absolutely serious. 

That was laughable. She killed, tortured, was accustom to be the witness of both when working with Victor and never batted an eye. But the very idea of her with a child was enough to make gooses crawl under her skin and a yell bubbling on the back of her throat. She never wanted to have children, never ever. 

And god spare her, she never wanted to have to raise one, seeing who she and the father were, if he didn’t slaughter her first for the news. A maniacal laugh escaped her when she imagined telling Victor about it. 

He would totally froze she was sure. Blink a few times, probably throw a glance at the unborn culprit of the awkwardness they were in, then grab his gun or one of his blades ,and end her on spot. She had no doubt about it. Her dear husband was more into the process of making children than into the result. Another laugh broke the deafening silence of the bathroom. 

“Fuck me.” 

How the lunatic’s seeds were potentially able to survive contraceptive pills was beyond her comprehension. Fortunately, Victor was out of town until the night, having to see Falcone for some shady mission while the mob boss wasn’t in the city.  ‘I’ll end you and your presumed undying sperm, Victor fucking Zsasz’, she mentally yelled, finally lifting up from her throne and getting out of the room. 

First, and before cutting Victor’s dick then her veins, she had to be sure. 

The woman rushed to her dressing, throwing a black blazer around her shoulders and the first shoes she found, then grabbed her purse and rushed out of the bedroom to the front door, ignoring the Zsaszettes currently busying their self in the kitchen, just barking a “Stay here or I swear I’ll cut and badly cook you” over her shoulder. 

Her tone should be enough to keep them at bay, it wasn’t the first time she went alone on a mission, this one was just slightly more personal but they didn’t have to know that, and, more importantly must not tell Victor or the fucker would steal all the pregnancy test of the city to force her to pee on each before deciding if and how he would end her. 

Y/N climbed in her car and literally smashed her foot on the accelerator, ignoring speed limitations or any priority to drive like a mad woman near the end of the city. She finally stopped in front of a drugstore and walk inside as if she was ready to kill anybody inside. People quickly get out yelling, letting her make her way in front of the cashier who was livid. 

“M-May I help you, Madam?” Asked the poor man, ready to faint. 

“Pregnancy test, give me one. No, three. now.” She demanded, grabbing her gun for good mesure and aiming at him. “Don’t you fucking dare running away or I’ll shoot your legs, then rip them off before making you eat them.” 

The man nodded stiffly and rushed in the back of the shop to grab what she asked. He just had the time to put them down on the counter before a deafening *bang* was heard. His body fell hard on the floor, with a bullet just in between his eyes. She couldn’t take the risk for him to speak and for the news to travel and reach Victor ears.  

“GCPD! PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR!” 

Marvelous. If she could kick herself, she would. Of course, her recklessness would bring Jim fucking Gordon attention. But too caught in her fear, she didn’t even took a second to think about it. 

“Fucking leave me alone Jim, it’s not a good day for you to die.” She grumbled, tucking the tests inside of her jacket swiftly. The click of a tongue resonated in her back. 

“What’s with you? Aunt Flo is visiting or something?” She heard Harvey’s gruff voice asking. That was it! She turned too quick for the two cops to say something or move, and shoot in the direction of the old cop, the broken glass behind him indicating she missed. Damned. 

Harvey looked at her sauced-eyes, his mouth forming a “o” betraying his silent shock. The cop glanced behind him then at her again. “Bloody hell woman! You could have kill me!” He yelled. Earning a face from Jim. The young cop also looked at the broken shop window but quickly turned his attention back to Y/N when he heard a *thud* and saw something at her feet. 

Jim froze, his eyes now as big as Harvey’s and his mouth also falling from the shock. His colleague, seeing this and how he lowered his gun also focused his attention on the object laying on the floor. “Oh shit.” He muttered, becoming livid. “OH SHIT WOMAN! COULDN’T YOU BE MORE CAREFUL YOUR SICKO SLASHER AND YOU?!” He yelled, pointing an accusing finger at her. Only to feel a burning sensation on the side of it when she pull the trigger again. The bullet fortunately just grazing it. “OW!” 

Y/N aimed at the duo again. “Stop crying you old piece of shit, I could have just cut it clean.” She muttered in a very low voice. 

Jim put his hands up in a peaceful way. “Look, Y/N. You have to follow us at the GCPD. I promise we will let you use the tests here and we’ll protect you if Zsasz tries something against you. Let me call Lee, she will stay with you and confirm the results and answer your questions if needed.” He tried. 

Y/N eyes were wild. Since the GCPD was here and not some mere cops, somebody must have seen her and contact them. Her phone suddenly buzzed in her pocket and she lifted her index at Jim to indicate him to wait a second. 

----------------- 1 New Message ------------------

Oswald Cobblepot 

Don’t you dare keep me in the dark when you’ll know the result. 

I sent you moral support so the suspense won’t be too unbearable. Am I not the best friend in town? Btw I also took the liberty to contact the potential lucky father. 

xoxo

----------------- End of the message ---------------

“That fucking little piece of shit”, the assassin spat, quickly looking up at Jim and Harvey. “Lead the way guys, and drive fast, Oswald Cobbitchpot already have contacted Vic. Hope you improved your shooting.” She said. 

Never before Jim drove that fast in the city, regularly glancing at Y/N through the  rear-view mirror. To her credit, the woman looked perfectly composed right now, her legs elegantly crossed as well as her arms. They decided to not put handcuffs on her since she followed them without protest but more importantly, in case of Victor found a way to go back in town before they reached the GCPD and decided to ambush them. She clearly was their best asset if it happened. 

--

When they finally went inside of the GCPD, Lee was already standing here, waiting for them. Her face also was livid. “Y/N”, she however greeted, trying her best to put a reassuring smile on her face. “Keep that pitying smile in case my fucking pee brings the news of my fucking pregnancy, Lee”, hissed Y/N, letting the other woman leads the way to the loo. “Happy to hear that you know how to use it”, the forensic muttered. 

The way to the toilets was silent after that. Y/N throwing herself in a cabin, quickly starting to work and didn’t even bothered to close the door, making Lee clear her throat and look on the side. When she finally heard Y/N’s zipper and the flush, she looked at her again and gasp noticing what the assassin was holding in her hand.

“Are you really that afraid of it?” Asked Lee incredulously while watching Y/N now sitting on the toilet with the three tests, regularly frowning at her watch to check the time. “I don’t know, doc, what do you say?” Answered Y/N in a sarcastic voice. “Little one would be so happy to know mommy and daddy were homicidal maniacs and sadists. Oh, and that daddy is currently chasing mommy to fucking split her head in half.” 

Lee winced at her answer and chose to stay silent, crossing her arms patiently. Only to jolt when shooting resonated from the main room of the police station. “Oi Y/N!” Called Zsasz voice from there. He was beyond pissed the two women could tell. 

“Two more minutes”, whispered Lee, now looking in fear at the poor door keeping them safe from Zsasz wrath. “Let’s hope Victor broke his wrist or something on his way back to Gotham. Not to criticize, but Jim and maybe Harvey should be the only one to stand before him right now... not like they could keep him at bay for too long”, grumbled Y/N with a pout.  

They were a very few to try to stop Zsasz indeed. Five minutes ago, a very stiff Victor passed the main doors of the GCPD, his clench jaws and the huge vein popping on the side of his neck enough to make the oldest and most corrupted cops flee far away from him. 

He didn’t even took the time to mock them, too focus on storming inside of the place, planting his right foot on a bench and climbing on a desk, exactly like the first time he met Jim. 

“Hello everyone. I am here to collect my precious wife, Y/N, who entered here a  moment ago. I’m just here for her, nobody else, so tell me where she is and you’ll be free to go.” He said in a flat and terrifying voice. 

Jim, like during their first encounter, walked on the wooden balcony facing the hitman. “Zsasz.” He greeted slowly with a nod of his head. The assassin looked at him, his pitch black eyes seemed to be dead. “Hi Jim.” He said. “Where is YN? Bring her here.” He demanded. 

Jim gritted his teeth and took a big breath. “She’s under our protection. I can’t bring her here, we both know what you want to do to her right now.” 

His refusal made a second prominent vein pop next to the first. He never saw it before. He gulped audibly but forced himself to straighten and lift his chin up. “Sorry but no. You’re a danger for her right now.” He refused again. 

Zsasz’s last string of patience snapped and he quickly grabbed his gun to shoot in Jim’s direction, the detective dodging it just in time. “Oi Y/N!” the hitman yelled in a commanding and dark voice, before shooting again, this time with Jim, Harvey and a few cops who dared staying in the room shooting back. 

Victor managed to put down a few of them and had the perfect aim at Harvey when Y/N voice resonated in the whole GCPD. 

“I’M FUCKING BLEEDING!”  

Everybody froze on spot, Harvey glancing at Jim who glanced back. They almost missed Zsasz rushing to the voice, his posture still as stiff as when he arrived and his gun very much loaded in his hand. 

“Zsasz!” Called Jim, bolting on his feet and starting to chase him, only to be stopped by Harvey’s arms around him. “Don’t, we already did enough. Now it’s their bloodbath, not ours Jim!” He shouted 

-- 

The gloomy green door literally fell on the floor when the hitman kicked it open, making Lee scream and rush to the corner of the room. Victor totally ignored her, focusing his white hot rage on his wife, sat on a toilet, her elbows on each of her knees and her face buried in her hands in what looked like absolute exhaustion. 

The hitman made a step but stopped when his foot collided with something. When he looked on the floor, he saw the three pregnancy tests showing negative results, as well as a gun and a few bullets next to it. His eyes lifted up again to look at Y/N miserable form, who didn’t move and looked like she was in the middle of a mental breakdown. She didn’t even seem to have notice his presence. He sighed heavily. 

Lee let another scream out when she saw Victor taking another step and smash the handle of his gun behind Y/N’s head, knocking her out cold. The forensic saw the man crouching and lifting the other woman, putting her on his shoulder and grabbing the abandoned gun on the floor. “What have you done!” She shouted. Victor turned to her, unfazed. “She wasn’t here.” He simply said, shrugging his shoulder like it was obvious. “Thank you for your time, doc. I’m bringing my wife back home.” He added. 

Lee was too stunned to answer and just looked at him making his way out of the loo, his gun still in his hand and Y/N’s slack body secured on his shoulder. 

When Victor reached the main room of the GCPD, he saw Jim’s shock, noticing Y/N’s body. “What-...” He started but Zsasz cut him. “I’m taking her home.” His neutral voice never indicating what would happen when and if she woke up. “WAIT!” Called Gordon making him sigh again. “The tests?” the cop asked. Victor shrugged. “Negative” He answered, and didn’t try to hide his sadistic grin when he saw all the tension leaving Jim and Harvey’s bodies as well as the loud sighed they let out. “Thanks little Jesus”, whispered Harvey before lazily moving his hand in his direction. “Get the fuck out of here for today guys, we will see you another time.” “HARVEY!” Chastised Jim but a look at Y/N’s very pale face was enough for him to close his eyes painfully and nod. “Just” He however added, making Victor stop again. “Will you try to kill her, if the result is positive one day?” 

His question met a heavy silence. And Gordon was ready to let it unanswered but the maniacal laugh of the hitman broke it suddenly, chilling him to the bones. It stopped as brutally as it had started, letting Victor’s face blank again, his black pools looking intensely in his eyes. “If i’m not the cause of it, certainly.” He said, letting a crooked smile growing on his face. “Later guys”, he then saluted before disappearing with his burden.

--

She jumped out of the bed she was put on, frantically searching for a blade in her pants, only to feel her bare skin. “Hi-ho”

Y/N’s eyes brutally landed on the other side of the bed, spotting Victor lazily sat in a armchair, polishing one of his blade. “Welcome back sweetness”, he greeted flatly and took a sadistic pleasure looking at the stupid face she made, clearly trying to remember what in hell happened. “The tests?” She asked with wide eyes and holding her breath. 

“Oh? Your usually sharp mind abandoned you before finding out?” He mocked a bit. She frowned in displeasure. “Well I suppose that since I’m still breathing I’m not with a child after all.” She hissed, her gaze now landing on the bed and seeing a bit of blood where her lower part was resting earlier. “Thanks fucking god”, she sighed in relief. 

He chuckled a bit at her antics. “That was one hell of a breakdown”, he then said, earning her attention again and a raised brow. “How long?” She asked, seeing him lifting up from his seat. “Seven hours. Your phone is going berserk and I think we will have to find a new hideout soon, since Jim is asking if you’re still breathing since we left the GCPD. I suspect he’s trying to find Nygma and make him collaborate in order to find you.” 

Y/N groaned out loud and slapped a hand on her face, letting it slide slowly. “You’re enjoying it, aren’t you?” She sighed. He simply nodded, making his way around the bed to finally face her. “It’s not often that you do something so incredibly stupid.” 

She gritted her teeth and had to fight herself to not yell at him or try to rip his head off. “I KNOW, alright. I... kinda panicked ok? And that little fucker Oswald had to add fuel on the fire. I had to make a decision and didn’t have the time to : fight Jim or Harvey, go back home, pee peacefully on those fucking tests, wait three freaking minutes while humming and loading my guns for when you would go back and try to slaughter me.” She enumerated, her voice going higher and higher making him chuckle again. 

“If I kill you because you’re with a child, the old man would have my head and skin me alive, and frankly he would be right.” He said while making a face. “Sorry to tell you, sweetness, but only the Blessed Virgin Mary found herself pregnant without human help.” He sneered. “And since it needs two to conceive, I’ll not put the blame on you if it happens.” He shrugged. “We just have to be ok with what we would do after that.” 

Y/N looked at him like she never saw him before. She had to blink a few times before smashing both of her hands on her face harder than before. “I’m a fucking idiot. The greatest moron of the planet right now. I feel so stupid.” She muttered. 

“Yeah you can, I was pretty mad hearing about your reckless trip at the drugstore, then how you followed the cops to the GCPD, hiding like a coward”, he reproached a bit coldly, making her sigh. “Look, I wasn’t thinking straight and I’m not proud of my own stupidity. I’ll say it just once so make sure your ears are working correctly : I am terribly sorry.” 

He nodded slowly, keeping for him that he was so mad he could have shot her in the most painful parts of the body for what she put him through. Her mental breakdown and the gun at her feet were the only reasons he calmed down so quickly. He knew she didn’t want any child but never thought she was so terrified of it that she would act so desperate. 

He sighed again and put an arm around her shoulders to pull her against him, kissing her forehead and letting her put it on his shoulder. “I can die from shame at this point if it makes you feel any better”, she muttered against his shirt, making him snort. “Not really, I would be sad to lose my favorite fool.” He mocked a bit, then grin when he heard her low chuckle. She deserved that one. 

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A/N - I hope you liked it! Thanks again for your request my dear, have a beautiful day/night and take care! 🥰

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Public Play

Pairing: Harley Quinn/Reader; Mentions!Future!Roman/Reader

Warning: OOC!Roman, Fingering, Mommy Kink, Begging,

Prompt: “Pushing back against my fingers already? How pathetic.” with Harley?

You sat at one of the tables in the back of the club, not wanting to draw attention to yourself. You knew it was a bad idea - taking Harley’s offer for a date, but you were always one for bad ideas. The two of you weren’t in a relationship, just friends with benefits; so when she asked you, it took you by surprise. She was late, and you couldn’t help but watch what was going on with Roman Sionis and a woman who you assumed was Dinah. Your daydream was interrupted by Harley, who sat next to you instead of across from you.

“Hey, puddin’,” she smiled, wrapping her arm around your shoulders. “How are ya?”

You bit your lip, watching as people walked by the two of you. “I-I’m good. You?” you asked, whimpering as she traced circles into your neck with her tongue. Now, you understood why she wanted to come here. 

“I’m good,” she smirked, leaning against you so her left hand could rest on your thigh. “I’ve missed you." 

“Harley,” you warned, but you both knew that you didn’t want her to stop. Slipping her hand into your pants, she pushed your panties to the side as she looked around the club. The two of you loved playing in public, the risk of being caught was something that got you off the most. Thankfully, Harley was all for it.

“Yes, baby?” she asked innocently, slipping her middle finger into your core. You needed more, but you knew she was going to make you wait.

You were never really one to believe in luck, but as Roman spotted the two of you, you knew you were cursed with the bad kind. “Hello Ladies,” he smirked as Harley brought her fingers to your clit. 

“Hiya, Romey. How are ya?” she smiled. You knew she loved messing with him. You zoned out as the two of them continued to talk. Her fingers rubbing roughly against you, it brought you back to the scene in front of you.

“S-sorry, Roman, what did you ask?” you breathed heavily, trying your best to gain composure.

“I was wondering if you’d like to maybe keep me company next week while I make some business deals?” he asked, and you bit your lip. Harley looked at you with a raised eyebrow as if she waited for an answer. 

As you opened your mouth to talk, Harley pushed two fingers to cause you to gasp a “Yes”. Roman clapped, a big smile on his face.

“I’ll have my Little Bird pick you up at seven pm tomorrow. I’ll buy you dinner as well, so come hungry.” he smiled, walking away to meet Zsasz who was walking up to him. 

“Harley!” you whispered yelled, getting up out of your seat. Taking her hand in yours to get her up from the table - you ignored the wet fingers against yours as the two of you made your way to the bathroom.

“Looks like you’ve got ya'self a date with Romey.” she teased, laughing at the glare you sent her. 

Before you could respond, she bent you over one of the sinks. Pulling your pants down to your ankles, she pushed your panties to the side. “You’re so soaked, baby. Why’s that?” she moaned, pushing two fingers into your cunt. 

“Y-you, Mommy,” you gasped, trying to push yourself back on her fingers. Slapping your ass once she realized what you were doing. 

“Pushing back against my fingers already? How pathetic.” she tsked, shaking her head as she fucked you harder. “Do you want to come for me? Wanna come for your mommy?”

“Yes, god, yes. Ple-“ you cried out, cutting yourself off as you came. 

Letting you ride out your orgasm, Harley praised you as she watched you through the mirror. You pulled away as you came down from your high, turning yourself around to face her.

"You owe me,” you breathed, pulling her closer. “Big time.”

“I’ll make it up to you in any way you’d like, Princess.” she smiled, pushing her come soaked fingers into her own mouth. “Taste so good." 

"I have a few ideas on how you can make it up to me…

#my writing #mine

[murderbirds]

The very best

[Posted this on AO3, might as well post it here. Ship: Oswald Cobblepot X Edward Nygma, angst, hurt no comfort, pokemon AU, teen and up audiences]

"Welcome to Gotham Region, listeners! Today we will be speaking about our newest champion and head of the elite four, Oswald Cobblepot! Who is this man? Where did he come from? Oswald was born and raised right here in our beloved region by his single mother, a humble cook from Narrow City. Since they didn't have a lot of money, Oswald started working from a very young age as a delivery boy for one of the previous members of the elite four, Fish Mooney, who also gifted him his first pokemon, a bashful little female piplup meant to be a mockery of the man's appearance, however, our beloved trainer did not let that get to him, instead treating his partner with the love and respect she deserves until she became a powerful empoleon. Through his bond with his team and skill he was able to become our next champion!" Oswald turned off the radio and sighed.

It wasn't that they were saying lies necessarily, it was just that there was a lot more than that. The shady, dark part of Gotham City. In reality, the elite four was a mafia that ran the entire region, with the Champion being the one who led the entire operation. Everyone in the city knew this, of course, however people avoided speaking about it out loud. Champions didn't step down peacefully, there was always bloodshed, and with Oswald it hadn't been different. It wasn't Falcone's blood who was spilled, no, the man retired from the position relatively intact, with just a threat and a scar in his eye thanks to Fish Mooney's scheme involving his older son, Mario. Falcone, while ruthless, still had a heart which beat for his family, so he left without major problems.

With Falcone a new championship was held to decide who would take his place. Fish, once again either scared away her competition or made them unable to challenge her- except for Oswald. She tried to get rid of the younger man, but he was smarter than she ever gave him credit to, he knew which strings to pull, who to trust, and what was meant to become his demise became his triumph as neither Fish nor anyone else expected his return until he was challenging her to a fight on a rooftop, and not the pokemon type. Oswald didn't regret his decisions or how he got to the top, what he did regret was his lack of foresight after that.

Yes, he was finally champion now with his team composed of mostly pokemon, however, every champion needed an elite four and the current elite four was loyal to Falcone and probably Fish. He would never be able to trust them, so he would need to find some new people.

The first of them was Victor Zsasz, once a loyal trainer to Falcone, Zsasz was known for his efficiency in battle, his loyalty and his hatred for Fish, all of which were qualities regarded well, even if he could be an annoying prick occasionally. Yes, Oswald was technically biased since they had dated a long time ago, but that did not influence his decision. Zsasz, with his steel type pokemon, was good enough for his league.

Next was Barbara Kean, the daughter of one of Gotham's richest and most despicable families. Barbara wished to leave her family's grasp no matter what was required which made her easily exploitable. While she could be seen as weak and your usual damsel in distress, those who underestimated her and her fairy type pokemon often met an unfortunate end. She was also welcomed in.

The third spot was given to Selina Kyle, also known as Cat. She had been quite helpful when it came to Oswald's rise, despite her young age. The girl was a formidable trainer who had managed to acquire all gym badges in the same time it took Cobblepot to take over the league. If he could keep her as an ally, that would be great, however, his main goal was to make sure she didn't become an enemy.

That left one spot. Oswald had originally wanted to give it to James Gordon, the police detective that helped him reach the top, but Jim refused after accusing the champion of tricking him into helping with his plans. The bird keeper knew that Jim would eventually come around and see all the good they could do together, unfortunately he couldn't wait. He had only a few days now before it was chosen for him. Oswald still wanted someone with a connection to the police just to keep an eye on them, so, as a display of good faith, he promised to give the elite four spot to the winner of a little competition, the first person in the region's police to successfully defeat Oswald's newest pokemon in a one versus one would be allowed in. It shouldn't be that difficult of a task, he had only had this pokemon for a few weeks now, a rare creature sent to him from Paldea called Iron Bundle as a congratulations gift. He had only started to train it, so he didn't expect it to be so difficult to defeat the pokemon, and yet it had been three days now and no one had managed to defeat him.

The champion wasn't sure what to do. Was the police really that weak? He couldn't run a different challenge now, after all there was a certain level of power an elite four member had to have in order to gain that role, but he was running out of time. It wasn't even like Oswald was controlling the pokemon, he was just watching the battles and letting his pokemon do his own thing. How the hell weren't they making it past turn one?!

The day hadn't started any better than any of the previous ones. Oswald sat on his chair as usual and watched as the battles took place just outside the police station. As usual, a crowd had gathered to watch the battles, not that he could understand why. These had been some of the most boring battles the man had ever witnessed and yet, people still cheered on the competitors and even filmed them. Some people really had depressing lives. At least today was the last day that he would be holding the competition in this town, he was pretty sure the captain of the police station was excited for him to leave as he was, or maybe she was just salty that she hadn't managed to defeat the robotic owl. Perhaps it was both.

"S-sir," Penn, his assistant said as he approached him from the side, "I brought your lunch, as you requested."

"You are late, Penn," Oswald rolled his eyes and grabbed the sandwich, "but thank you." He took a bite, "it's cold."

"S-sorry, sir, it is just that the restaurant was a little far and- and you didn't let me use the car…"

"I didn't ask for your excuses, Penn."

"S-sorry."

Oswald groaned, "it's fine, just let me eat in peace."

The older man nodded and left.

The champion tossed his pokeballs all at once, revealing his empoleon, his porygon, his blaziken and his decidueye. He still had one more pokemon with him, but he didn't need people to be scared, so he decided to keep it in its pokeball and save a bit of the sandwich for it later. After sharing his food, his eyes returned to the robotic owl as it started a new battle.

A tall, strong looking man walked forward with a pokeball in hand and a smug grin. He wore a trenchcoat and had blonde spiky hair. "Alright, justice, come out and let everyone know how strong we are!" The officer let out its pokemon, a lucario, how original. Lucario wasn't terrible, its types were theoretically strong against Iron Bundle, fighting and steel were both super effective against ice type pokemon, however, with its speed and high special attack not to mention experience.

All it took was a single hydro pump. As soon as Lucario ran closer towards it to try and use Close Combat, the owl opened its mouth and blasted the anthropomorphic dog through the wall. Oswald and the rest of the people all cringed in sync as they watched the pokemon fly. The detective was left speechless for a good two minutes before he ran to his fallen companion. "Justice!"

"Thank you for your attempt, it was close," Oswald said the usual spiel before taking another bite of his lunch. "It was a good try. Next."

A tall man stepped forward. Despite his height, he was so thin that he looked more like a tree than an intimidating sight. His green, nerdy clothes didn't help either.

"Uhm, excuse me, mister," Oswald said, trying to sound polite and not as annoyed as he felt. "This competition is only for people who are a part of the police. Civilians have to stay behind the guards."

"A-ah, I know, I am actually a member of the police, you see!" The man pushed his glasses higher on the bridge of his nose, "I am Edward Nygma and I am actually a Forensic Scientist!" Oswald must have looked as confused as he felt, because the man went on to clarify, "we are responsible for, uhm, studying crime scenes and evidence, it is actually a very important and vital job, you see-"

"I know what a forensic scientist is. I just-" he took a deep breath, "nevermind. You may proceed, mister Nygma."

Edward smiled, "thank you, sir! I will do my best!" He said and then let out his pokemon. For a second, Oswald's mind wondered what type of pokemon the man would have. He was the nerdy type, so maybe a steel or psychic pokemon. Maybe a metagross, combining the best of both worlds.

A rattata came out of the pokeball. A young one too, probably inexperienced. It was a shiny one, with a green coloration, which was nice, but it didn't change the fact that it was a goddamn rattata. "Wh- what is this? What the hell is this?!" Oswald glared at Edward. Did the man think that he was some type of joke?!

"A-ah, this is my rattata, Conundrum! Conundrum, use endeavor!"

The rattata ran towards the robot. As expected, it was blasted with full force by a Hydro Pump. It had been a while since Oswald had wanted someone to be defeated as badly as this smug little nerd who dared to bring a baby pokemon to this competition, and yet, despite taking the full blast, the pokemon was still standing. He bit into the robot and, much for Oswald's surprise, Iron Bundles began malfunctioning. The attack had damaged him a lot more than it should have.

"How…" Oswald whispered, sitting on the edge of the chair. This was impossible.

"Now, my little conundrum! Quick Attack!"

"No!" Oswald shouted. The little rattata scratched the owl. It was barely a tap, and yet, it was enough to defeat the undefeated pokemon until now. The crowd and Oswald went silent.

"I- I did it… I DID IT!" Edward shouted and grabbed the rattata, swirling with it in his arms before healing the pokemon. "Oh, you did so great, conundrum! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" He kissed all over his face.

Oswald stood up, walked to the paradox. He winced a little before getting on one knee and returning it to its pokeball. "Well done, Claus. Now you may rest." He put the pokemon away and stood up, before walking towards Ed. He stared into the brown eyes that refused to stare back at him for long.

"Uhm, are- is everything ok? I won, right?"

Instead of answering his question, Oswald simply said, "tomorrow. Come to the sunflower hotel at 1pm. Do not be late, understand?"

"Y-yes, sir!"

"Good. Now get out of my way." "Yes, sir!" Despite the champion's rudeness, the tall man looked absolutely giddy as he walked back to the police station.

Oswald stared at the man sitting in front of him as they waited for the meals to arrive. The food in the hotel wasn't bad nor great, just average. His pokemon seemed to enjoy it well enough though, which was what really mattered to the champion.

The man in front of him had looked at every corner of the restaurant and tapped about every tune on the table to avoid looking Oswald in the eyes. He was nervous, that much was obvious, and he clearly wasn't used to being in a situation like this.

Finally, the champion decided to break the silence, "aren't you going to let your pokemon out of their pokeball?"

"Huh? O-OH! Right, of course." Edward released his pokemon, he had two of them, both shiny, but not the type of shiny that were normally considered popular. One was the rattata he brought the previous day and the other was an espeon. This man really appeared to have a thing for green shinies. The rat pokemon stared at the champion who mirrored the action back at it for an uncomfortable amount of time before looking at its trainer. "You can't use this pokemon as it is, you know? The league does not endorse such strategies."

"Oh, o-of course, I'm sorry."

Oswald rolled his eyes and leaned back, "I brought the papers you will have to sign in order to join the league officially." He reached inside his clothes and pulled a document from inside before pushing it towards the other man.

"Neat!" The champion had never seen anyone so excited to read a contract. Edward was like a child during Christmas. The silence was making Oswald uncomfortable though, especially with the glaring pokemon so he spoke up.

"Do you know what team you will be using? And what type?"

"Yes actually!" Edward briefly looked up and then down again, "I mean- erm- I would like to use a psychic team. I will have a gallade and a gardevoir on my team, of course. A shiny wyrdeer which I actually received from my grandfather, a Xatu for those pesky birds and my ace and best friend, Conundrum!" The shiny espeon let out a cry. "It is five pokemon, correct?"

"Yes, but it is recommended that you have a sixth pokemon in case you need to use a different team or you are challenged by another champion class pokemon trainer."

"Wow, it must be so cool to be a champion class trainer, let alone the Prime Champion of the whole region!"

That made him smirk and blush slightly, "it is nothing to scoff at, no, and while it isn't easy work, it is worth it."

"I know! I read all about you, sir! Ah, I hope you don't find that strange, heh."

Oswald blinked in surprise, "what do you know?"

"Well, I know you were raised by your single mother in one of the most dangerous towns in Gotham. You began working at a young age as a delivery boy for the mafia and the local champion. She gifted your first pokemon to assist you in your deliveries, but you impressed her and everyone else by training it and taking the league challenge while delivering the mail."

"Ok, ok, that is enough." None of that was secret information, but it wasn't something Oswald liked to hear no matter how beautiful of a story people seemed to find it. Seemingly Edward was one of those people, because he immediately deflated.

"Sorry, sir, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I'm just such a big fan."

There was no way that Oswald could be mad for someone so genuine who fed his ego just right. "I'm not- bot uncomfortable, ok? It's just that this isn't about me. This is essentially a job interview even if you technically already have the job." He couldn't afford to look for someone new.

"Me? I'm really not that interesting. I moved to Gotham from Unova at 18, began studying biomedicine and eventually got a degree that allowed me to join Gotham's Police Department. I work there as a forensic scientist and I love studying battles."

"Why did you come to Gotham? I mean, no offense but most people in Gotham would give an arm and a leg to live in Unova. Sadly things are too expensive for us there."

"Hm, well, I was curious about the trainers of this region. The trainers from here are said to be some of the strongest in the world because of the harsh conditions."

"That is one way to put it, more like we are the hunting ground of the legendaries so we had to learn how to survive."

"And that is why you are amazing!"

Oswald felt blush rush to his cheeks, "careful there, Nygma. If someone else heard this they would think you're coming onto me."

Edward blushed slightly as well as realization hit him, "...oh, I am so sorry sir! I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable!"

"You didn't," the champion assured him, "I'm just not used to receiving genuine compliments."

"Why, that is unfathomable! You are such an extraordinary individual, everyone should shower you with compliments about your intelligence, your incredible battling skills, your sense of style, your beauty, there are so many reasons to compliment you!"

"You- you think I'm beautiful?" Oswald felt his heart beat faster as he swooned.

"Yes, I do! People can be so silly." Edward sighed and shook his head.

"Y-yeah, I guess they can." Oswald briefly glanced at Edward's hand before shaking his head, "you have quite a few qualities yourself, like you aren't bad looking and your strategy, as infuriating as it was, was very intelligent."

"Thank you for noticing! My IQ is 220, but most people don't realize it because I like games and puzzles and they are meant to be children's things. Adults are just so boring, all work, no fun, no creativity!"

"I agree, although I have been rather on the boring adult side lately. Just being champion requires a lot of hard work, you know?"

"Yeah, I do. If you ever need someone to help you relax or just to keep you company, I will be here, although most people tend to avoid me, heh." Edward rubbed the back of his neck.

Oswald sighed, "I know exactly what you mean." He looked at the hand again, but this time he got the confidence to touch it gently, "I will make sure to come to you if I ever need a friend."

Edward smiled more widely than he had the entire night. Perhaps Oswald was wrong and this was going to be the start of a beautiful friendship.

The two men stood at the top of the elite four tower. The tower itself was located on top of a waterfall with a river surrounding it and, depending on the time of the day, you could see the entire region from there. It was the perfect place for a battle that would determine whether someone became a champion. Today, however, it was going to decide the fate of two people who had once been friends.

The both of them stared at each other as they reached the end of the battle. The two had started with six pokemon as was conventional, but now Edward only had his injured shiny Espeon versus Oswald's iron bundle and a completely healthy empoleon in the back. They both knew that the battle was already decided.

"Are you satisfied yet?! Do you realize how pointless this is?! You can't beat me, Edward!" Oswald would never let it be known, but no one had managed to defeat so many of his pokemon as Edward. If he hadn't been blinded by his anger, he might have given him some real trouble.

"Of course that you would think that, just like my relationship with HER was pointless, huh?!" Edward laughed, not in glee, rather in anger.

"Oh my Arceus- what do you want me to say, Edward?! I'M SORRY! I thought that she was a clone, ok?! I mean, you read the same news as me regarding the experiments in Kanto and you can't tell me you don't find it suspicious just how much she looked like your ex!"

"You should have stopped prodding when we found out that she wasn't a ditto! But no! You kept going, and kept going until you caused her death!"

"It was an accident! I just wanted my men to take her to a laboratory so we could look more into it! I didn't think she would run in front of a moving train and get her foot stuck!"

"That is the whole problem, Oswald! You didn't think! Not about how it would make me feel, not about the consequences or anyone besides yourself! You and your- your selfishness! Do you truly believe that is what love is?! Love is about sacrifice, Oswald! It is to give up your own happiness for the sake of another, but you couldn't know that. You only love yourself after all."

"SHUT UP!" The Penguin shouted, lips quivering. "Don't you dare tell me what love is or isn't, you ungrateful nerd! When I found you, you were nothing! Less than nothing! All of your peers hated you, everyone found you to be the annoying little geek that you are, except for me! I made you, Edward Nygma! There is no you without the Penguin!"

Edward's lower lip trembled and for a moment he seemed hesitant, "perhaps," he whispered and then looked at his espeon. "Conundrum! Get ready!" The pokemon let out a cry.

The champion wiped his tears, "fine. If this is how you want things to go. Iron Bundle, ready yourself and retribute." Oswald knew that the espeon couldn't take another hydro pump and since his iron bundle was faster, there was no doubt in his mind that the man was going to quick attack. One last miserable attempt at winning.

The green pokemon started to run while the robot charged its blast. The espeon was about to hit its opponent when, to Oswald's surprise, the pokemon jumped. Instead of going for the pokemon, the target of the attack ended up being the champion himself.

The espeon hit the Penguin in the chest, causing all air to leave its lungs as he stumbled back and over the edge, which was strange. When did he come so close to the edge? Had he really moved so much during their battle? Was this Edward's plans all along? All of those thoughts ran through his mind as the Penguin locked eyes with his opponent. He had expected to see satisfaction and happiness in that gaze, but instead all that he saw was anguish and hurt. As he fell for what was likely his death, he just wished that he would have taken on Edward's offer to spend some time together one last time.

#gotham #batman #dc comics #dc #penguin #nygmoblepot #riddlebird #riddler #writing #fanfic

[benjaminthewolf]

Oswald (Gotham) Lol

The sequel to the Jerome story, I guess. Oh yeah, I kind of got myself wrapped up in a big trade project, so that new instalment in The Story Of P.O.V. for the 150 follower special’s gonna have to wait.

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     “PUT YOUR HANDS UP AND YOUR WEAPONS DOWN AND NOBODY HAS TO GET HURT!” the main police officer barked out at Oswald and Zsasz as the two high-profile convicts stood rather undaunted back-to-back with each other, doing their very best to remain firm and unfazed in their stance while the multitude of armed police officers who had just now broken into the deep, dark, damp confines of the closed, run-down, secret meeting spot bar, (and subsequently surrounded them), kept their intrepid gazes squarely focused on the two villains, not daring to let them go. 

     Both men had their own guns securely cocked and at the ready as the head officer waited patiently for but a miniscule minutia of time to see what was going to happen next. There were only a few seconds of silence to be heard within the dim, grimy, broken-beer-bottle-and-brown-stain-stridden old bar, before at last, the officer finally realized that Oswald and Zsasz were NOT going to surrender. Giving a barely audible snort, he narrowed his eyes, grit his teeth, and gave the orders to shoot.

     Instantly ducking downwards in order to evade all the attempted shots to the head, Oswald wasted zero time whatsoever in aiming straight at the firing officers’ significantly underprotected legs, not even bothering striking at their bullet-proof-vest protected middles. As such, many officers were almost immediately knocked to the floor, thus leaving a large enough gap in the lines for Oswald and his partner in crime to attempt an escape. 

     As soon as Zsasz realized what Oswald was doing, he instantly moved to follow behind. Oswald had made it out of the line of fire and was turning the doorknob by the time one of the officers realized that their very last shot to take a shot at Zsasz was disappearing fast, and as such, swiftly aimed and pulled the trigger just as Zsaz was sprinting out the door.

     The sudden sting caused an overwhelming sensation of pain to jolt its way through the rest of Zsaz’s body, causing him to instantly collapse to the floor as he let out a great gasp of air. The wound began to gush freely as the burning pain set in, and Zasaz was just about to call out to Oswald, but Oswald wasn’t deaf to the great cracking noise that had just echoed throughout the near pitch-black hall, and instantly swept around in order to check on his friend.

     “FUCK!” he screeched out in nothing but pure horror as he instantly ripped off his tie from his suit, stooped down to wrap it around the injured Zsasz, tying it loosely around the bleeding area of the lower part of the lower leg, before at last heaving him up, the latter throwing his arm around the former’s shoulder for support, before the former began leading him off to safety as he pistol-whipped a few of the officers who had tried to capture Zsasz while he was down, forcefully slamming the door behind their unconscious bodies, before shoving over the gigantic wooden bookshelf that had comfortably lay just beside the door for exactly a moment like this. Secret hideouts aren’t just designed without escape routes, you know.

     And that was exactly what the two runaway villains were thinking as they both tried their collective best to hold themselves back from completely freaking out. Oswald did his very best to help Zsasz hobble down the corridor at the fastest speed the both of them could manage in this level of darkness. He could vaguely hear the sound of officers attempting to break down the door behind him, but he tried hard to ignore it. For now, all that mattered was that the two of them had to get somewhere safe.

     There was a secret room located within this corridor. Obviously, Oswald knew its location by heart, as he was the one who came up with the idea of implementing it in the first place, whilst the officers would have absolutely no idea that it even existed, merely sprinting off down the hall with positively zero clue that their targets were already far behind.

     Feeling his way around the wall for a while, Oswald at last found it. Yanking hard on the seemingly delicate form of a soft silk curtain located on the right side of the wall, decorating the form of an old, boarded-up window, an opening appeared on the wall, leading down to a set of stairs, which Oswald and Zsasz immediately limped downwards. Pressing the button on the inside of the stairwell that would close it up from the outside, Oswald and Zsasz, now that they knew they were out of sight and earshot of the officers, began to allow themselves to breathe heavily, Zsasz especially, since regardless of the fact that Oswald had wrapped his tie around his wound, he was still bleeding. Pressure needed to be applied to the wound, fast, and both of them knew it. As such, once Oswald and Zsasz made it down the stairs and into the emergency panic room, Oswald lay Zsasz down in recovery position on the fresh sheets of one of the beds that was down here, before making a b-line to the first-aid kit.

     Unwrapping his tie from Zsasz’s leg and subsequently discarding it on the floor, Oswald took out a pair of medical tweezers, and began to search for the bullet. Upon hitting something stiff and solid, Oswald slowly and carefully maneuvered the tweezers so they were wedged between the flesh of the wound, and the bullet’s sides, before clasping down hard, and gently pulling the bullet out. 

     Placing it inside the open lid of the first aid kit for now, Oswald pulled out some medical gauze and began to stuff it inside the open wound in order to help stop the bleeding. At last, Oswald grabbed hold of a tourniquet, and slipped it around Zsasz’s leg, above the level of the wound before pulling down tight on one of the velcro strap ends, tightening the tourniquet’s grip on the leg, and began turning the windlass to further squeeze in on the veins providing the wound with blood. Once there was no more bleeding, Oswald did a quick check to make sure that there was no pulse through the tourniquet, which would normally be bad, but in this case, was extremely good, as for now, the bleeding had stopped. At this point, the wound had been all but dealt with. And now, there wasn’t really anything left to do but for Zsasz to begin falling asleep as Oswald kept observation on the wound. The two of them knew they should keep quiet just in case the officers were still in the building, but once they weren’t anymore, both villains knew that by then, they’d be all but in the clear.

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     About an hour had passed before both Oswald and Zsasz felt it was safe to speak; at which point Zsasz instantly let out a half-terrified, half-relieved sigh of: “Holy shit…”

     “You, um… yeah. You can say that one again, buddy. I really have no idea what to fucking add to that.” Oswald casually responded with a sigh of his own. “Although we probably should take the tourniquet off now.”

     Zsasz nodded solemnly. “Yeah. That sounds like a good idea.”

     Getting down onto his knees in front of Zsasz’s bed in order to work with the velcro straps of the tourniquet, Oswald carefully unwound the windlass, before untightening the velcro, making the tourniquet loose enough to slip off the leg, before it was placed within the still-open confines of the first-aid kit, that which had been set on the table near the bed earlier on.

     Oswald proceeded to scrutinously observe the leg as the blood vessels began getting to work again. Gently placing a finger on the indented area, once he felt a steady pulse, he knew there wouldn’t be any complications.

     “So…” Zsasz began to apathetically murmur. “What’s the prognosis?”

     Oswald fell silent for a few seconds. Then, he closed his eyes and sighed. “Well…I’m not a doctor, but…” Oswald’s words began to drift off as he started to logically think through the options the two of them had here. They could just try to let the wound heal on its own. They could take Zsasz to a regular hospital. They could take him to a villian with a medical license such as Lee. Or…it was then that Oswald had a lightbulb moment, and at that point that he knew exactly what he needed to do.

     “But what?” Zsasz eventually spoke up, reminding Oswald he still had to finish his sentence.

     “...but…” Oswald semi-enthusiastically spoke back up while raising a finger in the air and shoving his other hand into his right pants pocket. “...I think I know precisely what the best option is here.”

      Pulling out a remote control-like device from within, Oswald offhandedly snickered. “It really is amazing just what one can do with their pockets when they’re not fake. Uh…ANYWAY-”

     “Is-Is that the shrinking device that Jerome used on you last week?” Zsasz somewhat hesitantly asked in stunned confusion.

     “Yup, it sure is!” Oswald cheekily replied.

     “But…how did you even get it?”

     It was then that Oswald’s current train of thought screeched to a halt as he began to realize just how much explaining he was going to have to do. “Ummmm…..” his voice began awkwardly trailing off as he slowly started remembering the process of how, exactly, he got it. “Well you see..”

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(Flashback)

          Oswald began profusely panting from just how much energy he was exerting here while he continued to fight both the force of gravity and the natural compressions of the muscles as he heaved his way up Jerome’s throat and onwards towards freedom. Oswald could faintly discern snoring coming from above him, and thus began desperately wishing that this kind of snoring was the one where you had your mouth open, rather than the obvious alternative.

     Luckily for Oswald, as he squelched a hand upwards through the upper esophageal sphincter, laying it firmly on the back of the tongue so that he could heave the rest of his body up, once his head popped through the opening, he was able to see Jerome’s jaws hanging open and limp as a small drip line of drool began accumulating at the tip of the lolling tongue. Oswald just couldn’t help but roll his eyes at this sight, but nonetheless, the drooling didn’t really matter right now. What mattered right now was escaping.

     As such, Oswald gently lifted the rest of his body out of Jerome’s gullet, being rather careful not to accidentally bump his uvula, lest he stimulate any bodily reflexes that would force him to wake up. Then, tip-toeing silently across the slick surface of the tongue, (which proved to be rather difficult, actually, because of the saliva), before following along its curve as it pointed its way towards the right side of Jerome’s opened lips, causing Oswald to hop down onto his right arm, sticking as smooth of a landing as he could under the circumstances in yet another attempt to not wake the sleeping man up.

      Leaping onto the soft, leather cushions of Jerome’s temporary secret lair’s couch that the dreaming man had previously fallen asleep on, (while in a sitting position, not a laying down position). Oswald suddenly realized he had the perfect opportunity to ensure that something like this never ever happened again. Crawling slowly into Jerome’s pants pocket, Oswald reached down further with his arms stretched as far as they would go before making contact with a firm, solid object. Adjusting his grip on the thing so he would have an easier time pulling it out, Oswald carefully lifted the remote control out of the large, cavernous pocket, before at last it was all the way free, and lying before Oswald on the couch. The tiny man whipped a bit of sweat off his brow. The device was relatively large, it was almost larger than him in fact. However, it was also surprisingly light, meaning Oswald had little trouble grabbing hold of it once more as he jumped off the couch with the device in hand, landing on a fallen pillow just a second later.

     Nodding silently once he was safely on the floor, Oswald glanced back up at Jerome with a satisfied smirk. “You may have bested my plans, Jerome, but in the end, I got the last laugh.”

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     “...and that’s how I got the remote!” Oswald smiled semi-awkwardly as he at last concluded his story.

     At first, Zsasz could only glare at him in partal confusion and partial disbelief.

     “You…actually managed to climb back up his throat?”

     “Yup!”

     “...w-wow…” Zsasz mumbled to himself under his breath as he began contemplating just how much strength one would need to have in order to accomplish such a feat.

      “...but all that’s beside the point. The point is, using this device, I can safely transport you down to my healing stomach!”

     Zsasz began nodding in affirmation of the plan before making a bit of an offhand statement about the matter. “You know, I still can’t believe that Ivy actually gave you that power when she revived you.”

     Oswald shrugged. “Well, regardless of why I have it now, I do indeed have it, so we might as well use it.”

     “It’s almost as if…” Zsasz continued on. “It’s almost as if she knew.”

     Oswald shrugged again. “WHO KNOWS? I’VE GOT IT, NOW, I MIGHT AS WELL USE IT!” he loudly repeated in paraphrase.

     Zsasz gave a single, firm nod. “Yes, you…are correct on that one, so…” Zsasz casually sat up on the bed. “...guess we should get started then.”

     Returning the nod, Oswald cautiously held up the device, and pointed it at Zsasz. Just a mere second later, the injured man was completely and utterly surrounded by the frizzing, yet harmless aura of the device’s ray, slowly but surely shrinking him down as such. As soon as Zsasz was approximately the size of a common house mouse, Oswald released his grip on the button and placed the device back in his pocket.

     Now, there was nothing left to do but to pick up Zsasz, and let the process begin. As such, that’s exactly what Oswald did. Gingerly opening his maw and displaying its caverns before a smiling, shrunken Zsasz, Oswald gently lay the injured man on top of his tongue before retracting his fingers from his maw, and leisurely allowing his jaws to close around the calm, tiny man within.

     Already able to feel some of the healing properties in the saliva working away at the injury in his leg, Zsasz carefully removed the wadded-up gauze from the wound so the juices could have much easier access to it, crawling forward to the tip of Oswald’s tongue before the larger man at last opened up, allowing Zsasz to drop the gauze, which, due to having been bundled up into a ball, swiftly landed on the floor. Oswald proceeded to bend down and pick up the discarded medical dressing, before placing it beside the first-aid kit on the table, as the room didn’t exactly have any trash can to speak of within it.

     Now that Oswald’s body was fully capable of healing him, Zsasz began crawling back the other way, the slick, wet surface of the tongue leaving tricklings of saliva upon his currently limp leg as he inched his way forward. The natural warmth within the maw helped a lot too, as, obviously, rest and relaxation is a hugely important part of any kind of recovery.

     Once he was laying down above the uvula, Oswald, praying internally that the subsequent shove wouldn’t hurt Zsasz in any way, lifted up his tongue slightly, hesitated for a few seconds, before at last, he swallowed, sending Zsasz sliding forwards on the tongue before he disappeared at last below the upper esophageal sphincter.

     Oswald, gently as could, placed a finger on the slight bulge Zsasz was making in his throat, if only as a way to make sure he would know instantly if anything went wrong. Zsasz on the inside, however, knew that currently, the only thing wrong was that he wasn’t yet located in Oswald’s stomach. He would have to be patient if he were to get there, but for right now, the near massage-like consistent squelchings of the sleek, smooth muscle walls around him would prove more than enough to quell any pent-up bodily trauma still residing in his muscles, the added bonus of soft ambiance adding onto this sense of calm as the light thumping of a heartbeat could be heard but a few seconds later.

     Allowing the saliva that coated the throat muscles to seep freely into his wound so they could aid his recovery further, Zsasz was eventually able to pick up a glorping sound coming from below. He thus began to softly smile as he knew that his wait was now over.

     Squeezing out through the lower esophageal sphincter, and sticking a soft splashdown within Oswald’s guts as such, Zsasz could almost immediately feel the highly concentrated healing acids trickling in and around his damaged leg, flowing up towards the broken veins and damaged muscles, instantly stimulating cell duplication and providing enough energy through its magic to power the mitochondria within each and every cell in order to produce the necessary chromosomes. Thus, the healing process was beginning, and all Zsasz had to do now was sit back, relax, and let it do its thing.

     Slowly shuffling his way through the healing acids and over to the stomach wall, Zsasz lay himself down upon the soft, squishy, flexible walls, and immediately let out a great sigh as his eyes almost instantly drooped shut from all of its physical exhaustion. He did, however, possess enough energy to lightly and sensually begin giving Oswald some internal thank-you rubs, something which promptly flustered the poor man on the outside, who had absolutely no idea how to respond to the sudden, kind gesture.

     Ultimately deciding to try and distract himself by crawling onto the bed Zsasz was previously on, Oswald cautiously and carefully lay himself down, being slow enough to make sure Zsasz on the inside wasn’t disturbed by the sudden spacial repositioning; and while the tiny man inside was fully aware that Oswald was lying down, the larger man’s caution had allowed for the liquids to slowly transfer positions, instead of sloshing all around at once in a great gastric tsunami of juices like he had feared.

     Giving Oswald a couple of gentle pats to let him know he was okay, Zsasz snuggled his head even further into the churning, cushiony walls, allowing the continual natural heat, the gurgly, glorping ambiance, and the slight shifting and repositioning of the walls in a semi-rhythmic pattern to help him drift off as the healing juices surrounding him continued to aid his body’s immune system in healing up his leg wound.

     Oswald on the outside was just as intent as Zsasz on going to sleep, thus, he swiftly pulled the bed’s blanket up over his form as he shifted his head on the pillow for a while to get it into a comfortable enough position for him to drift off in. Eventually, once it was about as good as it was going to get, he slipped an arm underneath the blanket and gently placed it over his stomach as an extra layer of protection for the dozing Zsasz within.

     Shootouts with police were typical enough for high-profile villains like Oswald and Zsasz. Shootouts resulting in injuries were also typical enough. This, however, was the first time either of them had healed a shootout injury in a manner such as this, which was, as such, decidedly not typical for them. As a result, while the healing acids within Oswald’s stomach continued to busily work away at Zsasz’s bullet wound, Oswald on the outside felt an odd sense of humility coursing through his heart and veins. He wasn’t sure if it was the fact he was benevolently healing another human, the fact that he had just trusted this other human with viewing the most secretive and hidden portions of his body in order to heal him, or if it was simply the fact that said human he was healing was Zsasz, but realistically, it was a combination of all three plus a few other factors. 

     Regardless of what it was, all Oswald on the outside knew as he continued to slip deeper and deeper within the unconscious realm of sleep, was that his current thoughts were the exact same as Zsasz’s on the inside as he simultaneously experienced that exact same deepening feeling of sleep, and that was, of course, that for once in their lives, things were finally going to be okay.

#soft vore #safe vore #willing vore #willing prey #willing pred #wholesome vore #endosoma #extreme cuddling #healing vore #male pred #male predador #male vore #m/m vore #gt vore #g/t vore #human pred #human prey #human vore #vore story #vore stories #vore writing #v/ore #male prey #v0r3 #v0re #VOR3 #v.ore #I'm honestly still wondering if there's a fandom tag for Batman vore

[gothamslostboy]

Heartless Helper

SUMMARY: Zsasz finds an injured bird and tries to help it

!¡!¡NOT SHIPPING LEE&ZSASZ!¡!¡

CHARACTERS:

Victor Zsasz Lee Thompkins

Zsasz isn’t known to be a nurturing person. Infact he’s the exact opposite to every human he’s ever met, besides maybe his girls, but that’s only when they get hurt.

The general rule in Gotham is to avoid Zsasz, especially when injured, because he’d probably make it worse. But animals don’t follow rules set by mankind. Injured animals care about those rules even less.

Victor was on his biweekly dinner run: chicken tenders, fries, and a strawberry milkshake, and decided to take the scenic route back home. He strolled through the forest, taking his time to remise over the deaths of the people he buried in each shallow grave he passed.

He stopped to sit by a particularly fresh one, dug and filled just hours before, when he heard a soft caw. He turned his head and quickly found the source. A dark bird, by the size he guesses a crow, sitting on the forest floor. Though on second glance Zsasz discovered the creature had accidentally wrapped itself up in a piece of string. He was in a great mood today, already having his fill of torture, so he shrugged, why not free the stupid thing?

He moved even closer, freezing for a moment when its head swiftly turned. Instead of trying to escape like he expected, the crow limped toward him until she reached his feet, tilting her head up. A soft caw could be heard once again, eyes gazing up at Victor, and he swore he could almost feel it asking for help.

He picked the crow up gently, carefully inspecting it and trying to determine how bad she trapped herself. The string was tightly secure around the left wing, so much so even Zsasz felt bad for it, and went down to both legs. Now that he had the thing in his hands, it was obvious to see what really happened. The string was tied using knots that wouldn’t appear naturally: someone did this on purpose.

Poor bastard. While he spent his days gleefully torturing and killing humans, Victor Zsasz never once felt the urge to even hurt an animal, much less kill it. In fact, he found even more satisfied killing some one if he knew they preyed on a non human creature, no matter the species. He shook his head and breathed out a small “tsk” sound. The bird flinched away from his finger when it grazed the left leg.

He carried her back to his spot on the floor, careful not to touch the leg again. Okie dokie, how am I gonna free you? He looked the bird in the eyes again, for the first time in a while feeling pity for something. Hmm, ya know what Birdie? I think I might have to take you to someone else. You see, I’m not exactly great at helping injured things, actually I’m normally the one doing it. Chuckling to himself, Zsasz opens his to-go bag from the diner. He takes the last sip from his milkshake and pulls out the chicken and fries.

I don’t know when you last ate, but I’m starving. The bird watched him, comfortably seated in his lap as he tore one of the tenders into smaller pieces, adjusting her position approvingly as he placed it infront of her. The two ate in silence, and Victor figured by how fast she ate that it was the first meal the crow had in a long time. He finished his part, still racking his brain for a person he could get to free his new companion.

Ooh! The sudden exclamation startled her a bit, but a pat on the head calmed her back down. Sorry ‘bout that Birdie, but I just thought of a person. Lee Tompkins, she’s dating this loser Jim, but she’s a doctor too. Also seems like a real “every life has meaning blah blah blah” type, he scoffs and rolls his eyes, so I bet I won’t even have to threaten anyone to make her help.

Victor hopped on his feet, situating the crow, who he has definitively decided the name Birdie does suit, in his right hand while pulling his phone out of his pocket with the left. He still had her address in it, from a time penguin told him to scare Jim, and headed there, each stride with purpose now that he’d “gotten to know” his new buddy.

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Hello Lee, you’re home late. Victor smiled as the woman jumped, yelping in suprise. She put on a front of dismissal, but her shaking hands and voice betrayed her. What are you doing in my house? Did Penguin send you h-here? He stood from the couch, still holding Birdie securely in his arms. Nah, personal visit. You should really lock your windows, what if a murder crawled in? Lee stepped back towards the door, hand reaching out. First, I live on the fourth floor. Second it’s a little late for that isn’t it

If you leave this apartment I’ll have to kill you ya know. Besides I mean no harm, just need you to do your doctor stuff on Birdie. He smiled and lifted the crow up a bit, softly saying sorry when she flapped her free wing and struggled, moving the hand that just hit her leg again. Lee relaxes for a moment, confusion beating out her fear of the hitman in her living room now that she’s noticed the crow.

Birdie? Yes, Lee meet Birdie, Birdie meet Lee. Found her on my way home today. A bastard tied her wing and feet together then left her to die. You’re gonna free her and fix ‘er up. Lee moves away from the door, motioning for Zsasz to follow her to the kitchen area.

And you care about it why? Full offense but you seem more like the tying type then the savior. His face curls into a scowl. Ok wow! Full offense taken, I deal in the torture of people, not animals. Now what do we need to do to help her, and I can see you dialing that phone. Give it here. Victor extends his hand, nodding as Lee reluctantly places it down.

Hmm, she takes a moment to look over Birdie, amazed at how calm the crow was. I think it’ll need to be sedated so I can cut the string. Otherwise it’s gonna end up hurting itself worse. You got stuff here? Lee looked up at Zsasz with an amused grin, it’s not everyday a person gets to see Victor Zsasz care about a living thing, much less actively seek help for it.

Why would I keep sedatives in my apartment? I’ll help her-

Her? How ya know it’s a she? How do you know it’s not? He shrugs. Fair point Tompkins.

I’ll help her, but I need to take her to my office, which I’m not sure how you’d get in.

Not a problem! I break into places all the time! He motions around the room, before picking up Birdie again and strolling towards the door. Oh! By the way Lee, you try anything and I’ll make you watch me kill Jimmy. He smiles as he opens the front door, waiting for her to walk past him.

I’m not going to, the bird needs help, but that’s an odd way to say thank you. Let’s go, I don’t want to be near you longer than I need to.

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@britany1997

#glb gotham #gotham #victor zsasz #victor zsasz gotham #gotham lee tompkins #lee tompkins #glb fan fiction #gotham fanfic #zsasz #crow

[mirabilefuturum]

copying a buzzfeed article from waybackmachine because the original won't support the pics anymore

“Gotham’s” Anthony Carrigan Talks Acting, Alopecia, And Learning To Love His Look

The alopecian actor stopped by BuzzFeed to share his thoughts on body positivity.

Alexis Nedd, Daniel Kibblesmith, David Bertozzi | (link to article)

You’d recognize Anthony Carrigan if you saw him on TV, right? Not necessarily. The up-and-coming actor has been popping up in primetime network TV dramas for several years now, but only recently while feeling (and looking) like himself. We spoke to the actor, currently starring as Victor Zsasz on Gotham, about his career, his alopecia areata — a condition that causes the loss of his hair, eyebrows, and even eyelashes — and what body image means to him, personally and professionally.

How long have you had alopecia?

AC: I’ve had alopecia since I was 3, so quite a few years. I grew up with it and it was always very manageable. I only had spots that were [relatively small] so I always covered it up. I was always very embarrassed about it. Even when I was in my 20s, very few of my friends even knew that I had alopecia. I kept it under wraps. I didn’t want to let anyone know and I didn’t want it to affect my career or the possibility of me getting hired for a job. So I covered up. I got out of school and got some good jobs, but at that point it started getting worse.

There was one point where I was doing a job and we had millions of viewers every week, it was a TV job, and I lost half my scalp and both eyebrows and the majority of my eyelashes. I was covering up in order to look like this character. It was pretty terrifying to have to keep that secret and pretend like I looked this way, that I looked normal when I just didn’t. I was doing red carpet events and putting on my eyebrows before going out there and hoping that no one would notice. It’s a really weird thing to be seen while trying not to be seen. It’s a very strange thing.

So is that the point when you knew your hair was all going to go?

AC: Yeah, I knew that was a possibility but I was terrified of what that was going to look like. I always avoided the way that I look naturally. Also at that period of my life I was being encouraged to cover up as well by certain friends, certain family, certain business people. They thought I should cover it up but it didn’t feel right, so eventually – and it took a long time – I got to the point where I didn’t care anymore. I wanted to just feel OK with the way that I looked so I shaved my head and I stopped wearing makeup.

Immediately I started booking work, but the work was just a byproduct. The most important thing was that I just felt so good to not have to hide anymore, to own the way that I am and feel really good about it, feel really positive about the way that I look. That took a lot of work. It wasn’t an overnight thing. It was very incremental. It took a lot of positivity and a lot of compassion and reinforcement.

I eventually got to this place where I was proud of the way that I look. I thought that it was super cool and unique and strange and different. As soon as I embraced that and started carrying myself in that way, all of a sudden that’s how everyone began to see me. So that was great!

What are some of the strangest questions or assumptions you get about looking the way you are?

AC: To clear the air once and for all: I don’t have cancer. I’m not going through chemotherapy. I have alopecia. Alopecia areata, to be exact about it. I love the way that I look, I’m not worried about it. And, there was a question someone asked me earlier; it doesn’t really help me swim better.

Do people assume you’re an actor? If they don’t recognize you from roles, do they ever comment on your appearance and assume that is has something to do with your profession?

AC: Not really, no. It’s funny, I feel like, strangely, fewer people notice my alopecia than they did me wearing makeup. In fact it comes as a surprise to a lot of people! They’ll be talking to me and then they’ll say “oh my god, you don’t have eyebrows or eyelashes, do you?” and it’s funny because people would immediately say “oh wow, you’re wearing makeup,” which is really strange.

In terms of your career, some of your previous roles have been a very grumpy genius artist [as Tyler Davies in The Forgotten], a stoner genius game developer [as Cory Smith in Parenthood] and a mathematical genius bookie [as Marino Puzzi in Over/Under]. Your two most recent roles are supervillains. What are some of the roles that you want to do, or have always wanted to play?

AC: My path as an actor hasn’t really changed. I want to continue to keep on playing different characters who are are all genius, I can’t escape that [laughs]. But no, I want to play characters that kind of defy the norm, I think. I think that’s something I can bring to each role, whether it’s a romantic lead or something more independent or something in comedy. It would also be fun to play a hero. A superhero, for sure.

What kind of auditions come up for you?

AC: Definitely people want to pin me as the murderous psychopath. Which is fun, which is fine. It’s fun. But also just weird, quirky characters. Definitely strange people.

What does body positivity mean to you?

AC: I think there’s always the opportunity to accept yourself exactly where you are. I think a lot of people feel that they will accept themselves as soon as they go to the gym, as soon as they clear up their skin, as soon as they address a certain issue, then they’ll feel OK about themselves. I think they can always accept themselves exactly the way they are and that’s a practice. In each moment you have a choice where you can build yourself up or tear yourself down, and choosing to build yourself up is always within your power.

As a man and as an actor, are there still some pressures you feel regarding how you should look body-wise?

AC: I think my alopecia has forced me to accept myself in such a radical way that it kind of burned through everything else. I think that our culture is so obsessed with body image and with being this completely unrealistic ideal, and that ideal looks different to every single person. It’s in their head as what they should be or should look like, this ideal. Ultimately, isn’t it better to just feel good about yourself, than to try to look good first and feel better that way?

If you could go back to when you were shooting The Forgotten and talk to the Anthony Carrigan who is losing his hair and tell him one thing, what would you say to him?

AC: My initial impulse is to say that I would just listen to him and see what he has to say. But I think what I would say is “I know you’re really scared right now and I’ve come back from the future to tell you that it’s all going to be OK. The only thing you have to do right now in this moment is just be good to yourself.”

What words do you have for other people with alopecia?

AC: I’ve talked a lot about not wearing makeup and not wearing hairpieces, but I fully encourage people, if it makes them feel more like themselves, to do exactly that. Anything that makes you feel more like you, go for it. I don’t want anyone, whether it’s people with alopecia or whatever body image issues they’re struggling with, I don’t want anyone to feel like they have to be ashamed or that they have to cover up something that they’re ashamed of.

#anthony carrigan #alopecia #gotham #victor zsasz #buzzfeed #victor keysmash #own but not really #my boy is so pretty

[envihellbender]

The Riddler ncing Victor for the first time :o

YES. I love this. Yes. Absolutely.

Fandom: Gotham

Characters: Ed Nygma / The Riddler, Victor Zsasz

Content: Non con, somno, angst

When Victor first woke up, he knew precisely what was happening. It wasn’t the first time, but he had assumed this wouldn’t happen to him again now he was away from Strange and Falcone. He felt fingers clumsily pawing at his cunt, and he could hear the sort of heavy breathing that sounded like a very particular kind of phone call. It sounded familiar, but he didn’t quite believe it.

“Get the fuck off me, Nygma,” Victor snapped, his eyes still half lidded and full of sleep as he tried to process what was happening.

“The name’s Riddler. Do you really thing little Eddie is capable of this?” The Riddler smirked. Suddenly, it clicked for Victor - he wasn’t wearing his glasses, his hair was done differently, even his voice was smoother. This explained a lot about how the timid, nerdy, quiet guy Oswald had started seeing managed to be well, The Riddler.

“Oh. DID. Duh. Obvious now really. Well, whoever the fuck you are. Get off me.” Victor found his muscles were frozen and unable to move, and he hated it. This never happened before but for some reason his body felt like a kidnapped teenager all over again. What was it? Had The Riddler drugged him? He didn’t feel any different…

“It’s funny, Eddie has this pretty slut in his house who he could fuck any time he wants. He could beat the shit out of you and it’d make you cum on the spot, right?”

“Whatever,” Victor groaned. He quickly looked around for anything he could use as a weapon, and on the coffee table he saw the knives and guns he kept in his person laid out. “Huh. You were groping me for a while, huh?”

“Of course, wouldn’t want to get poor little Eddie hurt, would we?”

“Right, right. So erm, tell me something, isn’t it funny that you’re like, a more confident version of Ed but you still have to prey on someone when they’re asleep just to get laid?” Victor asked, almost disassociated. Ed’s alter grabbed Victor by the throat and squeezed before pulling his head up and slamming it back down against the edge of the sofa arm.

“You’re a chatty one. Your prettier when you keep your mouth shut,” the Riddler growled. Victor felt angry at himself for the first time since the experiments the second he felt his legs be held up and the Riddler’s cock be pressed into his cunt. He grabbed Victor’s hips and thrusted into him, groaning as he did. “I do love a girl with a pretty little cunt like yours.”

“Don’t be boring, Riddler,” Victor said rolling his eyes.

“Fuck, Eddie doesn’t know what he’s missing. He’s thought about you, you know. Little fantasises stored away that he daren’t think about too much.”

“Uh-huh,” Victor mumbled, disassociating and staring at the ceiling. He felt angry at his stupid fucking body, frozen in place and not trying to resist what was happening at all.

“You’re nice and skinny, Oswald’s for child bearing hips which are nice to grab but-”

“What the fuck did you just say?” Victor interrupted.

“What, child bearing hips? He does have them, nice full tits too-”

“Ugh. No, boring. You’ve… you’ve fucked Oswald?”

“Hm, did bird boy not tell you?”

“You’re- you’re lying. Shut up,” Victor scowled. “I’d know if- I’d know.”

“Hm, he’s quite a good fuck,” The Riddler said, his nails digging into Victor’s hips as he gasped as he felt himself become close. “Nice plush arse, child bearing hips, a belly and tits that shake when you thrust into-”

“You’re lying,” Victor interrupted, wincing as he felt Ed’s cock meet resistance inside of him. “Ed’s not see Oswald’s tits.”

“Why wouldn’t he?”

“‘Kay. Oswald’s got a mole next to one of his nipples, which is it?”

“Left. Just above.”

“Nope. There’s no mole,” Victor smirked, finally feeling superior to the Riddler and almost feeling as if he was regaining his physical strength. “Knew it. You’ve not fucked him. You’ve not even seen him naked. God your pathetic.”

“Hm, you think so,” the Riddler gasped, his eyes rolling back into his head as he felt Victor’s tight dry cunt against him. Ed was going to be in a lot of pain tomorrow, but the Riddler liked the burning sensation around his cock. “Ahh, I think- Mm. I think I’m going to cum. How long has it been since a real man fucked you? How long since a real man filled you with his cum?”

“You’re just determined to he as annoying as possible, aren’t you?” Victor sighed, staring at the ceiling as he heard the Riddler let out a groaning moan on top of him and fell into his orgasm, crushing Victor beneath him. His breath covering Victor’s face and his skinny body and clammy skin covering Victor’s. Finally he came to. He could move again. He immediately sat up, grabbed Ed by the hair and shoved him onto the floor. He pulled his jeans back up and left Ed there on the floor, bleary eyed and confused from hitting his head on the coffee table.

#Gotham #the riddler #Ed nygma #Victor zsasz #non con somno #non con #somno #envi writes #prompts

[smoslilguys]

@ofdisharmcny​

He wasn’t expecting to actually feel a little nervous about hanging out with Atticus. Sure, he hadn’t made a friend in a while or gone out with anyone in a bit but this felt more nerve wracking than dealing with Zsasz last night. He was pretty certain that Atticus only ever agreed to this because he couldn’t find a reason to say no and Tim hadn’t given him any chance to anyway. He already knew his schedule (since he kept tabs on everyone Bat-Fam adjacent) so he picked a date he knew would work for him. Pretty much forcing him into this silly scenario. A sports date when neither of them seemed particularly into sports... all because Tim selfishly wanted to get to know Atticus. Opening the door to the Red Bird, he was on his way out of the car and towards the house when he noticed Atti outside already. “Oh! Uh, hey!” He called, lifting his hand and giving him a quick wave. Instantly finding himself embarrassing but pushing through it. “I hope you don’t mind, I decided to pick you up. Since we’re going to the same spot and all...” and I wanted to make sure you didn’t bail on me. He thought the last part. 

#c: atticus #c: tim

[coolcontenta2z]

Batman: Arkham Asylum (Game of the Year) Review

Batman: Arkham Asylum is a third-individual activity game giving you a role as - - you got it, mate - - the Dark Knight himself. The title opens with Batman hustling back to Arkham, Gotham's home for the criminally crazy, with the Joker close by. Appears to be the Clown Prince of Crime broke out half a month prior, yet Batman had the option to find him and once again capture the baddie.

Be that as it may, things are never what they appear with the Joker, so in the wake of getting the wiry neurotic back into the structure - - a structure supplied with many of the Joker's hooligans after a "baffling" fire at their jail - - Mr. J breaks free with the assistance of Harley Quinn, assumes command over the prison, and deliveries every one of the detainees.

Blessed unexpected development, Batman!

From that point, you're off on an undertaking that positions right underneath The Dark Knight film as far as wonderful Batman encounters. The genuine Arkham grounds is an insane asylum spread across various structures on one enormous stone.

With the Joker in control, you must swing over rooms loaded up with gas, save specialists, rip vent covers off the walls so you can make a way around locked entryways, and move as quickly as possible to prevent the Joker from delivering a multitude of beasts on individuals of Gotham City.

Presently, that could seem like your run-of-the-mill Batman story - - and it sort of is - - however it's critical to bring up that this is a genuinely grown-up title. No doubt, a portion of the people from Batman: The Animated Series are back to repeat their jobs (Mark Hamill is the Joker, Kevin Conroy is Batman, and Arleen Sorkin is Harley Quinn), yet this isn't the animation. Harley's wearing a genuinely meager outfit that shows off her woman parts, Poison Ivy's in a few painted-on underwears, vivid language like "ass" and "bitch" is sprinkled in, and individuals are getting killed left and right. Arkham itself is a dim and grimy spot that just had each insane person housed there to go through the corridors destroying the structure.

Dead monitors are spread out on the floor, papers are flung about, and the offices have seen better days. These grown-up subjects connected to an extremely, Batman-looking world truly commute home your association with the story. I don't believe I'm truly going to fail to remember Mr. Zsasz holding a blade to a female specialist, her shouting for me to save her, the Joker shouting at Zsasz to kill her, and Zsasz shouting at me to remain back. Following quite a while of the Riddler being silly, I understood Arkham's form of the person was on an alternate level when he let a Riddle know that finished dismantling a child.

Furthermore, the fragments where you're under the Scarecrow's impact and Batman's most awful feelings of trepidation are acknowledged are probably the coolest, most cerebral pieces of the game. These are the minutes that enveloped me with the experience and caused me to feel like Batman on the longest evening of his life.

Ongoing interaction in this dull, dreadful world separates into three fundamental parts - - clench hand battling, going after from the shadows, and investigation. As you move from one space to another pursuing Harley or Commissioner Gordon's ruffian, you will run into miscreants. Bunches of times, you'll find a team standing around or the Joker will spring a snare with modest bunches of folks who are prepared to kill you. This is the point at which you'll utilize your straight hand-to-hand moves.

Clench hand battling in Arkham Asylum is essentially the meaning of simple to learn/difficult to dominate battle framework. The game permits Batman to move quicker than his foes (He's a prepared ninja, individuals!) and draw in them in 360 degrees. You simply point your left stick towards anything adversary you need to assault and Batman goes with the same pattern. Through four buttons - - strike, opposite, bounce, and shock - - you'll release Mr. Wayne's anger on the filth of the Earth. You can simply pound the strike button and bring down the miscreants with a solid arrangement of movements - - punts, elbows, punches, and more are sprinkled in - - and switch when you see the bug sense symbol spring up over a trouble maker's head, yet there's a sweet science to this frenzy.

This framework is perfect. I felt engaged as I wrecked these downers, got their bats, and pummeled them back into the aggressors. I'm certain it seems like the cycle could get monotonous, however, the hoodlums begin utilizing tasers and blades in the end, and that prompts you to battle them another way and try not to just pound the strike button; you want to get behind the taser-pressing folks to strike and stun the blade fellows before socking them in the jaw.

As you ping-pong off individuals with your savage assaults, a combo meter counts your strikes on the left half of the screen. However long every one of your assaults is landing (Don't pound the buttons; pick your shots.) and you're not getting hit (Reverse, Master Bruce!), the combo count continues to climb.

I'm certain it sounds straightforward, yet you wouldn't believe how great you must be to connect monstrous combos. If you can get the count up to eight (five with a redesign), you can do exceptional moves whenever you've opened them, and I can let you know that I don't do unique moves generally that often. Batman: Arkham Asylum is the best comic book videogame ever - - and the Game of the Year Edition simply adds to that.

This is a grown-up Dark Knight story that is very much told, packs some really fun interactivity components has first-rate voice ability and feels like it's essential for Batman standard.

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