#gotham smut

[kolsmikaelson]

thinking about jerome when he’s dousing the bus full of cheerleaders in gasoline but he stops when he sees you, shivering in your seat with your eyes shut as tight as possible. just waiting for it to be your turn, only to open them slightly when you don’t feel anything. the scared look in your eyes is gone almost immediately when you see jerome, making an even bigger smirk rest on his face. you know it’s wrong but you can’t help your thighs from rubbing together, something jerome doesn’t miss. “you’re coming with me, pretty.”

before you know it, he’s got you pinned against the wall in some high-end penthouse, panties tugged to your ankles and little cheer skirt flipped over your ass. he licks a thick stripe up your core, his nose bumping against your clit as he’s all but making out with your pussy. 

“y’like that, pretty? being so good for me.” whines escaping you at the loss of his touch, “oh you poor thing, can’t handle it when i’m not touching you?”  

“mhm, feels so good.”

his fingers are still inside of you until that point, once those words pass through your lips he starts fucking them into you again. just before you’re able to cum he stops his movements suddenly and pulls out, shoving his fingers in your mouth before your whines reach his ears. 

“y’gonna be quiet while i fuck you, yeah, baby?” you nod feverishly, sucking his fingers farther into your mouth, tasting yourself on his skin. 

jerome slaps the head of his cock on your clit a couple of times before pushing into your warmth, jackhammering into you almost immediately. the drag of his cock against your walls causes your muffled moans and jeromes grunts to be the only sounds echoing in the room. 

he reaches around to your front, fingers finding you clit and rubs harsh circles on it. “when i’m done, ‘m gonna fuck you up against that window, let everyone see what a slut you are for me,” he smirks feeling you clench around him “yeah? y’like that idea, baby?” 

“mhm, please jerome, can i cum?”

“go ahead baby, cum all over my cock,” his thrusts become faster, but sloppier than before and you could tell he was on the verge of cumming. your orgasm sends jerome over the edge, seeing the white ring of cum at the base of his cock keeps him fucking you through your orgasm. 

jerome kisses you roughly, and then, “you’ve got ten minutes, then i’m keeping my promise.”

special tag for @valeskafics since he’s our man

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[capr1pengu1n]

You're bleeding magic out somehow

Summary: Basically Edward shares you with Harley, pure porn guys. Warnings: smut 18+, threesome (everyone is bisexual lmao), fingering (reader receiving), cunnilingus (reader giving), praise and degradation, dom! Edward and dom! Harley (switch Harley if you squint), rough sex, one slap, leather glove kink (sorry) Words: 3.1k ----------------------------------------------------

“I told you, she’s a doll isn’t she?”

You didn’t have to look at Edward to know he was smirking as he spoke, the selfish pride in his voice palpable as he presents you like one of his trophies. You’d been together for a while, and you thought he would have kept your relationship a secret from the malevolent underworld he operates in, and perhaps he had for the most part.

“You really weren’t kiddin’” came the other voice in the room, and your eyes dart from the floor to finally take in the unexpected guest. Harley. “How in the hell did ya manage that, Eddie?”

Edward lets out a scoff, his gloved hand squeezing at the side of your waist. “Oh please, she’s dating the unchallenged mastermind of Gotham City, I’d say she was the lucky one.”

Harley didn’t seem to be paying attention to his self-aggrandizing words, instead her eyes were firmly on you. She stepped closer a little, her head tilting and causing some wispy strands of blonde hair to fall across her face. You certainly hadn’t expected anyone else to be here when Edward had texted you the location of whatever warehouse he was scheming in; you figured he wanted you to help him blow off some steam, so being confronted with the Harley Quinn when you entered was certainly a rush.

“You really are a pretty one ain’t ya?” she says with a giggle, reaching out and tilting your chin up slightly. Her heeled boots meant she could look down on you a little, and it causes the heat to burn in your cheeks.

“Harley just complimented you darling, I hope you haven’t forgotten your manners.” Edward says condescendingly, causing you to quickly thank her for her kindness.

“Awe, how well trained,” she smirked, the way they both were talking to you was clearly having an effect; both a knot in your stomach and a growing heat between your legs. “You like girls, sugar?”

Edward laughed softly at her comment, and your eyes widened a little before nodding your head.

“Perfect,” she almost purrs, before suddenly walking past you both like she hadn’t reduced you to a flustered mess with little to no effort. “You know, you could really do with some couches in here Eddie, there ain’t nowhere comfy.”

“There’s a desk and a chair, what else do I need when I’m navigating problems you couldn’t possibly hope to understand- “

“Well, I guess that’ll have to do” she cuts him off, causing Edward’s jaw to clench a little. You couldn’t suppress the little smile that played on your lips at their interactions. “Get over here dollface.”

It took you a moment to realise she was talking to you, and with a nod of Edward’s head in approval you walk over to his desk, standing in front of Harley. She hums a little as she looks over you again, her hand softly tracing your hip almost absentmindedly.

“As soon as Eddie told me he had you all to himself, I did get a little jealous” she says with another giggle, her hand rising from your hip to your waist. “And I’d love to have a little fun with ya, but if you don’t wanna, you tell me now. Understood?”

Her tone had become more serious, and you understood she was clearly seeking your consent. To describe the scenario as a dream come true would be an understatement, so you didn’t hesitate to tell her you wanted it.

“Don’t think she’ll have free reign over you though” Edward’s voice cuts through the tension between you and Harley, as he comes up behind you and leans near your ear, “I’ll make sure you don’t forget who you really belong to.”

He pushes you forward a little, causing you to stumble against Harley, your chests practically pressed against each other. You could smell the sickly-sweet perfume on her as she captures your lips in a kiss. It was like she was trying her best to start slow, but she just couldn’t resist running her tongue over your bottom lip, eliciting a gasp from you. Taking this opportunity of weakness, Edward’s hand firmly grabs at your hips as he trails kisses along your neck and towards your shoulder. Trying your best to stay still and not shiver, you do your best to match Harley’s intensity as you hold on to the tops of her arms. However, it was like the wind had been knocked out of you when you felt your skirt move and a hand cup your clothed cunt.

“Harleen,” Edward mumbles a little harshly against your neck, “Do you truly have so little patience?”

Harley just laughs softly, giving you a soft slap on your clit before pulling her hand away and holding both up in a mock surrender. “Can ya blame me? She’s just gorgeous.”

“I suppose you have a point,” he says, “I’m guessing she was already wet?”

“Soaked.”

“What a needy girl.”

The way they spoke like you weren’t even there, embarrassingly causes you to have to bite your lip to hold in a whimper, your thighs pressed tight together.

“Come on Eddie, the poor thing is dyin’ on us.” she laughs, almost mocking. You turn slightly to look up at Edward, hoping the pleading in your eyes will convince him to move more at Harley’s pace. He scoffs, but you can see the trace of a smirk on his lips.

“Alright, only because a guest is here. I can’t have you getting spoilt now, can I?” and with a smack on your ass, he instructs you to sit on the desk. You watch as he whispers something to Harley, before she nods and stands between your legs. Her hands move up your thighs, excitement bubbling in your chest before she swiftly digs her nails in and drags them, enough to leave a mark. You gasp, hands gripping the edge of the desk at the sudden sting.

“So ya have something to remember me by.” She says teasingly, before hooking her fingers under your panties and pulling them down roughly. Red and black painted nails smooth over the marks on your thighs, before flipping your skirt to ensure you were fully on display to the two pairs of eyes that were on you.

“So pretty…” she whispers softly, before bringing her hand up and gently starting to circle your clit. At the same time, Edward moves to stand next to Harley, your right thigh separating the two criminals. He tugs your shirt up, exposing your bra and roughly groping your chest; quite the contrast to Harley’s more gentle ministrations.

As her fingers move a little faster against your throbbing clit, she makes the remark “you ain’t even taken off your gloves” to Edward. He meets your eyes and smirks before he replies.

“Oh trust me my dear, she likes it. Watch.”

He brings his hand up to your chin, holding it for a moment before pressing his thumb into your mouth. The feeling of the leather in your mouth makes you moan softly, sucking like the obedient girl you were for him. You heard Harley laugh, as Edward forced his thumb in deeper, before pulling it out and giving your cheek a gentle slap.

Not being given much time to react, you felt Harley’s finger against your entrance before she plunged it in roughly. On instinct your thighs move to close, before she uses her other hand to yank them apart again and snap “stay”. Before you can truly register the pleasure, she has two fingers deep inside you, setting a rough but steady pace. As your noises grow more frequent, Edward’s hand comes to rest on your throat, not yet squeezing. The sloppy sounds of your wet cunt were loud and cause your face to flush, your eyes darting away to instead look at the two super-villains watching you fall apart for them; Edward’s eyes laser focused on Harley’s fingers going in and out of you, and it makes you whimper at the sight. His eyes snap up to yours, before he leans in to kiss you.

“Enjoying yourself? I suppose someone like you was made to be the centre of attention,” he taunts against your lips, reveling in the pitiful nod you give him. He tightens his grip on your neck, causing a shaky gasp and your cunt to tighten.

“Damn, she got tight when you choked her. Do it again,” Harley ordered, a wicked smile on her face.

“I don’t take orders from you.” Edward mutters in a prideful manner, but he couldn’t resist tightening his grip again. A satisfied grin was plastered on his face when you elicit the same response, your knuckles going white as you grip the desk for what felt like your life.

“Awe, ain’t you such a little whore.” Harley taunts in an excited manner; she truly looks like the kitten whose got the cream as she makes you writhe and moan at her touch. She starts to curl her fingers inside you, getting you more worked up as your hips attempt to buck up with each thrust. Your eyes are drawn away from Harley to Edward as you notice how invested he is in the sight in front of him. As much as he’s trying to hide it, he’s clearly affected by the sight of Harley finger-fucking his girlfriend on his desk, his bulge straining against his suit trousers. With a shaky sigh, you meet his eyes, and he knows you’re getting close.

“You want to cum?” he asks, moving his hand from your throat to toy with your clit, Harley’s rough pace never slowing as you pathetically babble that you need to. “Well, I suppose you should beg Harley, shouldn’t you? And make sure you’re polite.”

You immediately start begging, looking at Harley through watery eyes as you do your best to convince her of your desperation. A smirk plays on her lips as she watches you intensely.

“Awe sugar, you got the cutest lil’ voice when you beg” she says in a saccharine sweet tone, “I don’t know if I believe ya.”

You whine. Loudly. “Please Harley I-I’ll do anything please I just…need to cum, please.”

“Anything?” she growls out, and somehow manages to thrust her fingers faster. She laughs in your face as you nod, “I’ll be nice to ya, cum on my fingers then.”

As she gives you permission, Edward circles your clit faster, causing you to cry out and cum all over her hand. You feel your hair stick to your face as your chest heaves, Harley’s fingers leaving your pussy with an embarrassingly wet noise. She immediately brings her fingers to her mouth, sucking them in a lewd manner and winking.

“Delicious.”

Edward’s gaze lingers on the show for a little bit too long, before he looks back at you.

“Look at the mess you’ve made, so dirty” he patronises, running his hand over the wetness of your inner thigh, tracing the nail marks Harley left with his index finger, “I hardly think it’s fair that you get to have all of the fun, hm?”

You nod obediently, eager to please them both which delights Edward’s possessiveness.

“You could fuck her here Eddie,” Harley begins, tapping your oversensitive clit, “while I get to fuck her mouth. Whatcha think?”

“Perfect, are you alright with that darling?” he asks you, and once you give consent he tugs you off the desk and gives you a grin, “Right, you bend over. Harley, get comfortable.”

As you do as he says, you can feel butterflies in your stomach at the excitement. You and Edward have done some very kinky things, but to get to partake in a threesome with, in your humble opinion, the hottest and most dangerous woman you think you’ve ever seen was making your breath heavy and your skin hot. Bending over the desk, you watch in awe as Harley jumps up on the desk and slides her black and red shorts down her legs, leaving her thigh high socks on. Your eyes are glued to her body, and you even hear Edward mutter a laboured “christ…” as she puts on a show of taking her underwear off.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” She teases with a wink, before sitting and getting comfortable with her cunt right in front of your face. You push your head forward, before she presses her fingers to your forehead, holding you back and making you let out an involuntary whine.

“Not until he’s inside ya sugar, you alright back there Eddie? Something distracting ya from fucking your little doll?”

You hear him grumble some variation of “shut up”, and you bite your lip to suppress the giggle bubbling up in you at the sound of him flustered. All thoughts vanish from your head though when you feel him press against you, rubbing up and down and catching on your clit. You try and grind backwards, leading him to slap your ass harshly.

“I’m in control, remember?” he says harshly, and due to the circumstances it’s hard to tell who he’s actually speaking to. Finally, he sinks into you slowly, letting you savour every inch as you gasp and keen beneath him. Once he’s inside you, he pulls back and slams back into you, causing you to lurch forward and luckily this time, Harley lets you start to lick at her pussy. You arch your back a little as he starts to set the pace, at the same time that Harley tangles a hand in your hair. Eyes closing, you can barely handle the sensations that are wracking through your body with each snap of his hips, each tug of your hair to guide your tongue to where she needs you.

The blonde’s voice sounds angelic to your ears, her moans getting higher whenever you drag your tongue a certain way. You try your best to maintain a good rhythm, but it’s hard when your being fucked in just the right way by your criminal boyfriend. Feeling his fingers digging in to your hips, you realise he’s taken his gloves off; opting to reach under your skirt to bruise you with how tight he’s holding on. Sucking her clit softly, you’re graced with another high-pitched moan from Harley, her grip on your hair tight.

“Fuck…you’re just perfect ain’t ya?” she slurs out, bucking her hips into your face. All you can do is moan softly into her cunt, resting your hands on her thighs to stabilise yourself.

“Made for this, weren’t you? Being used like a toy by two criminals.” Edward grunted, moving his hand to knead the soft skin of your ass. You nod as best you can against Harley cunt and let out a soft noise of embarrassment at his words, gripping her thighs a little tighter almost as your small revenge for her marking you earlier. She doesn’t seem to mind, still whining at the movement of your tongue.

“How cute, you like that baby? Gotham’s best and baddest fuckin’ ya dumb?”

“Of course she does, look at her. How pathetic.”

Fuck you can barely breathe with how turned on you are, their taunts somehow making you even wetter and your eyes to roll back even more. Time seems to be an illusion you can’t process, how long had they been fucking you?

“Such a filthy girl.”

You’re barely sure you can even register which of them just said that, your brains leaking out of your ears. Snapping partly back to reality, Harley pushes you further against her as her whimpers get more breathy. You can tell she’s getting close, so you try your best to maintain the rhythm of your tongue, wanting nothing more than for her to finish.

“Just like that sugar…gonna make me cum, yeah?” she manages to stutter out, her grip in your hair brutal, not that you mind. You could only imagine that you’d heard a chorus of angel’s singing from heaven when Harley cums all over your face, her voice desperate and powerful and stunning. Lapping up her cum as best as you could, she finally releases you, your face now half against the desk as you were still getting railed.

“I suppose you deserve a reward then, for making Harley feel good hm? Do you want the…fuck…the privilege of me finishing inside of you?” he growls at you, grabbing your hand and shoving it between your legs, “Tell me. Tell me how much you need the riddler to cum inside you.”

The combination of being allowed to touch yourself, Edward’s brutal pace and Harley looking down at you was proving to be too much. You stutter out how much you need him, how grateful you were, all the things that stroked his already inflated ego as his thrusts seem to go even deeper. You feel that you’re on a knife edge, so close to cumming you can almost taste it. With a glance up at Harley, her soft features smile at you as she strokes your flushed cheek.

“Go on sugar, you can do it. Cum.”

Her gentle words send you over the edge, crying out as tears form in your eyes. The pleasure is overwhelming, Edward’s pace not slowing until he suddenly stops, and you feel him finish inside you with a groan. The strong intakes of breath aren’t enough, as you feel the world dissolving around you before Harley gets off the desk and presses a soft kiss to your lips.

“Well done baby, you were amazing.”

“You know, I didn’t actually give her permission to cum.” Edward grumbles as he pulls out, fixing his trousers. Harley just rolls her eyes playfully.

“He always this grouchy after fucking the life out of ya?”

“Don’t answer that.” He snaps, but when you turn to look at him, a small smile traces his features. Shifting uncomfortably, you precariously stand back up, feeling his cum start to leak out of you. Harley quickly grabs your underwear and helps you back into them, giving you a comedically big kiss on the cheek.

“Gotta say I’ve had a blast, you two gonna let me join in again sometime?” she asks cheekily.

“Maybe,” Edward says with a smirk, “and maybe we can work on that attitude of yours Harleen.”

She just laughs loudly, flicking Edward’s nose, and if you could have paid all the money in the world for a picture of his face at that moment, you would have.

“Yeah right. I think I’ll just stick to ruining your girl.” She teases with a wink, before getting dressed. As Edward pulls you against him and asks softly if you’re alright, you can’t help but blush and wonder about this new dynamic that seems to be unfolding. Safe to say, Harley was going to be keeping your relationship much more interesting, and you couldn’t be happier.

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thank you for reading my incredibly self indulgent smut fic lol x

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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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[jeromevalecka]

୨୧ jerome + jeremiah valeska x reader smut .

words : 2787

warnings : nsfw, threesome , choking , jerome , breeding , doll(y) petname

summary : y/n gets a letter from their childhood friend after not having seen him for a while and decides to bring his brother with them, but jerome has more ideas than just seeing each other again after a while.

notes : reader is gn but afab , sorry for any grammar mistakes I sorta proof read but idk if I got everything right, anyways-

⚠︎ NSFW BELOW PROCEED WITH CAUTION ⚠︎

it all started out back then, in the circus. You were 9 years old, your mother was a performer there. You had to live in a trailer home amongst all the other people in the circus. It wasn't boring at all though, after all you knew two boys named Jerome and Jeremiah Valeska. Their mother also was a performer, so they had to stay around the circus as well in a trailer home. You found each other very early on and had spent all the time together you three had there. Often pulling off pranks with Jerome and reading about stuff along with Jeremiah. You had never thought being their friend would bring trouble, but it did. It brought big trouble in fact. They had both developed a crush on you overtime, and now that all three of you had grown into young adults that crush grew more. All of you were now around the age of 21, Jeremiah being successful working in Wayne Enterprises and Jerome still wandering around. After Jerome had murdered Lila, the guys' mother he had spent some time in Arkham, soon enough he got busted out. It hadn't surprised you entirely when you heard the news, Jerome has always had a very violent mind. Violent but creative you always thought to yourself, but you didn't pay any mind to it at all.

Jerome hadn't been caught by the GCPD yet, and you knew he was good at hiding. After a week or so of him being out of Arkham you had received a letter, it was smart of him to not all of a sudden show up at your doorstep. He was after all a wanted criminal. You had opened up the red envelope and out came a white piece of paper with the words 'meet me at the carnival in town tonight, 10 pm funhouse. JV' written on it. It was written in Jerome's handwriting, you sighed in relief putting the letter down and smiling to yourself. You hadn't seen either of the boys for a while, after Jeremiah had left and then after Jerome had murdered Lila. You thought about contacting Jeremiah and asking him to come with you. You thought he might wanna see his brother again, even though they often have had their fair share of differences. You dialed in the last phone number you had remembered of Miah and put the phone up to your ear. Surprisingly he still had the same phone number, you heard a "Hello?" At the other side of the line. It was indeed Jeremiah's voice, you flinch a little and quickly manage to say "Ah hey- it's been a while, I was wondering something" you say. "Oh y/n, yeah it has been a w-while" he says, choking a bit on some of his words.

Jeremiah had been wanting to talk to y/n for such a long time again but never got the courage to again. He did after all leave his family and them alone, not saying anything at all that night to any of them. Jerome was still furious about it, you were more disappointed but didn't blame him. The circus was...often fucked up to say the very least, a few examples were : drugs being passed around constantly, every other corner someone would be banging some chick or there'd be another fight involving broken glass beer bottles. You smile and ask Jeremiah "Jerome has contacted me, I was...wondering if you wanted to come with me to see him again, you guys are brothers after all". There was a long pause at the other end of the line, you almost wondered if he had hung up until you heard his voice again. " Where" Jeremiah manages to speak out. "Ah- tonight at the carnival around 10 he said" you reply to his question, pacing around the tiny apartment you rent out every month. "Okay, I'll be there" he says. You wanted to say something back but he hangs up, you frown a little and put down the phone. "what's up with him..." You say to yourself and check the alarm clock that stood on your bedside table. It says '7:45 pm' , you sigh and grab a can of soda. Opening up the tab and then taking a quick sip, frowning as you stare into your closet.

You thought to yourself on what you'd wear, you can't show up in the clothes you wear at home you thought. You put down the can of soda onto a table and start rummaging through the closet, in the end picking an outfit you felt comfortable in but also felt like you look good in. You check the alarm clock again, now seeing the time had already passed on to 9:15 pm, you sigh and laugh, finding it funny how long just picking an outfit took. You grab your stuff and necessities, then making your way out locking the front door to your apartment as you exit.

You arrive at the carnival, bright lights and loud music sounding all throughout the area. You see a man standing there, in a suit wearing glasses as he looks at his watch on his wrist. You stare a little longer until realizing it was Jeremiah, you walk up to him. "Ah- hey, didn't recognize you there" you say and awkwardly laugh, looking the guy up and down. Jeremiah gets startled a little and looks you up and down as well, he realizes how much your body has changed and blushes. "R-right, you changed too" he says, choking on a few off his words as he smiles. You both go in for a hug that lasted less than 30 seconds. Jeremiah looks at his watch again and then looks back up at y/n and nods.

They make their way over to the funhouse, hearing laughter and kids yelling around constantly, until they spot a familiar face up high in the attraction. There he was, Jerome. With his psychotic looking smile and red locks brushed backwards, he looked down at the two and then moved away from the railing, moving in deep into the attraction. You look at Jeremiah and he nods at you, the both of you pay the guy at the front and enter into the funhouse, looking for Jerome. After a couple of minutes of looking around you both still hadn't found him. You sigh and bite onto your bottom lip out of frustration. "Where is he" you say and look at Jeremiah, who also let's out a sigh as he pushes his glasses back up onto the bridge of his nose. "I have no idea, didn't we just see him up here" he says, looking around. That is until a hand moves itself onto your mouth and you hear a familiar laugh sounding from behind you, it was Jerome. He stares at Jeremiah, and then looks down at you "thought you'd come alone doll, why'd you have to bring him" he says, emphasising disgust when he mentions Miah. "Jerome, what are you even doing" Jeremiah says and stands there, not knowing what to do. You breathe calmly, trying not to panic. "Me? I wanted to meet y/n again, what are you doing" he says and scoffs. Jeremiah stands there, frozen and startled. He looks at y/n and then back at Jerome. Jerome laughs and presses his head up against yours as he inhales the scent of your hair. "You still smell exactly the same, so...lovely and addicting" he says as his grip on you stays tight. "Cut it out" Jeremiah speaks. Jerome released his grip on you and walks over to his brother staring him down "you know they belong to me" he says and stares at his brother with anger in his eyes. "They don't belong to you, Jerome. That's fucking absurd" Jeremiah says, "we'll be going now, if you even try anything I'll snitch to the gcpd" he says and tries slipping past his brother. Jerome sighs angrily and aggresively holds onto his brother's arm, keeping him in place. "You're not going anywhere, not unless I say so brother" he says and pushes Jeremiah to the ground. Jerome laughs and makes his way back over to you, with a look in his eyes that speaks insanity and lust.

He smiles at y/n and then pushes them up against the wall, a hand tightly around their throat. "Wanna please me, dolly?" He says and smiles. "W-what-" you speak out and stare at Jerome with fear. "Oh come on" Jerome says, rolling his eyes as his grip tightens a little. He moves his face closer towards yours as he whispers "I need you, why'd you think I sent that letter huh? god you have no idea how long I've waited for this exact fucking moment" he says and let's out another hysteric laugh. Your bottom lip trembles as you lean in, kissing his lips. He gets caught off guard but kisses back, as you pull away he releases his grip on your throat and instead grips at you chin, making you look at him. "get on your knees" he says, in a demanding tone. You furrow your brows in confusion and stare at him, with a slight blush coating your cheeks. "are you gonna make me repeat myself or?" He says, slightly annoyed. You quickly shake your head no and get down onto your knees, in front of Jerome. You glance at Jeremiah behind him and see the guy laying on the ground, staring up at both of you as his chest goes up and down heavily. You look back up at Jerome as he stares down at you, his eyes practically piercing through you as he grasps onto your hair, making your face get closer towards his crotch. "look at me dolly, you'll do exactly as I say no? I know you don't want that boring ole guy behind me, you want me don't you doll?" he says and let's out another laugh. You nod, scared of speaking back to Jerome. He raises one of his eyebrows and let's go of your hair "go on then, take it out" he says and stares down at you. You nod once again and zip down his black pants, revealing dark red boxers beneath them, he was already hard, his boxers trapping his cock. You gulp down saliva and slowly pull down his boxers now too, his hard on practically 'jumps' out and is already dripping with pre-cum. He looks down at you with another one of his insane looking smiles. You take a deep breath and lock one of your hands onto his shaft, gently starting to stroke it. You take one last look at his cock, and then close your eyes. You take the tip inside of your mouth and slowly suck on it, Jerome let's out a gutteral moan and bites onto his bottom lip. "fuck...good dolly" he says and grasps onto a fist full of your hair, making you take him into your mouth deeper. You flinch and let out a little gag sound. Jerome continues to let out moans and groans as he practically fucks your mouth. Your eyes start to sting and tears roll down your cheeks as he pushes his cock in deeper, making it hit the back of your throat already. "Jerome stop!" Jeremiah all of a sudden shouts out as his breathing is heavy. Jerome let's go of your hair and looks back at his brother, still laying there on the ground. He rolls his eyes and laughs "you know I thought you wanted them too, why don't you just join in" Jerome says, a little annoyed. Jeremiah sighs, getting up slowly as he takes off his belt and let's his pants fall down to his ankles, he walks up towards you as well, he pulls down his boxers letting his cock out. You stare at him as he takes one of your hands and places it around his shaft. You're cheeks heat up and you start stroking slowly, making him let out a little groan. Jerome laughs and grasps onto your hair again, shoving his dick back into your mouth with force. If you were to ask y/n what were to happen an hour ago they would not have expected this.

You continue to stroke Jeremiah's dick, with a faster pace this time. Jerome's still fucking your mouth, this time faster and more rougher. Jerome's cock starts twitching as he let's out low groans, a few moments later releasing his semen down your throat. He pulls out and smiles "be a good dolly and swallow" he says. You nod and swallow his cum, it tastes a little bitter but you weren't complaining. On the other hand Jeremiah had now reached his point as well, releasing his semen all over your face. He breathes out heavily as he let's out a few groans. Jerome's laugh sounds throughout the attraction as he pulls you up from your knees. "take of those clothes and bend over, now. be a good dolly for us hm?" He says and smiles, give his brother a quick look as Jeremiah nods at him. You obey them and take off the clothing you had specifically picked out a few hours earlier. You bend over, obeying the brothers as you're curious what will happen next. Jerome smiles and positions himself behind you, coating his dick in some of your juices. He bites onto his bottom lip as he slowly slides his cock in, letting out a low groan as he tightly holds onto your waist. On the other side Jeremiah had positioned himself in front of your mouth, gently lifting your chin up a little to make you look up into his eyes. As Jerome starts slowly thrusting in and out of your cunt, Jeremiah slides his cock into your mouth, a couple muffled moans sounding from you as they use you. Jerome starts getting more fast and rough with his pace as you continue to suck on his brother's dick. Letting them both abuse your holes, Jeremiah pushes your head down his cock more and makes you gag. Letting you breathe after a few seconds of deepthroating you "f-fuck..." He says as he looks down at you with desperate eyes. "I told you they'd feel good" Jerome says and laughs, psychotically as he continues to pound you with his dick. His movements start to get more sloppy, as his breathing grows heavier. Jeremiah on the other hand starts fucking your mouth faster, letting out a few quiet whimpers as he grunts, letting his semen flow down into your throat. Jerome reaches his orgasm as well and releases inside you, which sends a shockwave of pleasure throughout the both of you. He laughs and pulls his cock out, seeing it coated with your juices and his cum. "good little dolly hm?" Jerome says as he slaps your ass, causing you to yelp out. Jeremiah stands there in front of you on his knees as his breathing is heavy, his chest moving up and down in a fast pace. "wanna have a go at em too, brother?" Jerome says and smirks. Jeremiah nods and smirks as well, they now switch places and have you lay down onto your back. Jeremiah spits into his hand as he gives his cock a few strokes with his spit coated palm as he then pushes in, making you let out a moan. Jerome bites onto his bottom lip as he positions himself, pushing his cock down your throat as you lay there, he let's out a loud moan and starts fucking your mouth again as you let out gag noises and muffled moans. Jeremiah fucks you fast, filling the room with sounds of skin slapping against each other as his hips slams against your thighs. Jerome reaches for your tits and squeezes them as he continues deepthroating you. Jeremiah on the other hand digs his nails into your hips as he fucks you deeper, breathing heavily as he let's out groans. The three of you are covered in sweat as you all finish and reach your orgasms. You lay there, breathing heavily as you smile. Jerome caress your hair slowly "you've been such a good dolly, they have haven't they Miah?" He asks his brother. He nods and let's out a quiet chuckle "yeah...god..fuck" he breaths out.

They all get dressed, as you leave with Jerome, wherever Jerome would take the both of you.

thank you for reading, have a good day/night ♡

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[cemetarywoman]

making out with victor zsasz hcs? what would he be like?

YESSS I LOVE THAT I FINALLY GOT A GOTHAM REQUEST!!!

Making out with Victor Zsasz headcannons

-hes lowkey such an asshole like ofc hes fun to make out with, but hes the BIGGEST tease

-Bro will make it seem like hes about to kiss you then pull away so that you have to chase him

-and hes got the biggest smirk on his face afterwards

-he just loves seeing how bad you want him🤭

-Making out with him can definitely get pretty messy, he LOVES making your lips all wet with his spit cuz hes annoying like that

-keeps his hand on your throat the whole time🫣

-and he’ll occasionally tighten his grip just to drive you crazy

-I feel like he would love to have you on his lap while you kiss (beware that if you sit on his lap he will make you grind on him🫢)

-but if you dont like being on his lap he has absolutely no problem making out in any position that makes you comfortable, hes very good at adapting to things you enjoy

-a lot of people think that he would be selfish and sadistic and i think that he would be if you were only hooking up, but I personally think that he would be more gentle towards you if you’re actually dating rather than if you were just hooking up (but obvi he can be rough too!)

-LOVES LOVES LOVESSSSS LEAVING HICKEYS ALL OVER YOU

-hes possessive and it makes him so proud that you’re willing to walk around with his marks all over you

-Can and will hold your wrists down if you’re being super touchy (he does it to tease you ofc)

-he does not give a single shit if anyone’s catches you guys making out, if anything he gets more into it. He get so into it that whoever walked in on you gets uncomfortable and leaves😭

-and he’ll laugh his ass off after they’re gone because hes so silly like that

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[i-smoke-chapstick]

‘ART DECO,

-GOTHAM!OSWALDCOBBLEPOT X READER-

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; oswald goes feral for your thighs…and whats in between them.

⋆ tags/warnings. small GOTHAM!oswald x female reader. SMUT!!!! like, this is PURE porn. Might make a series of just gotham villains eating reader out lol. also oswald being an unintentional god at oral sex.

♫ “You're not mean, you just want to be seen. / Baby, you’re so ghetto. / You’re crazy all the time.” Art Deco by Lana Del Rey

𝛰𝑆𝑊𝐴𝐿𝐷 𝐶𝛰𝐵𝐵𝐿𝐸𝑃𝛰𝑇

He always starts out so so slow. Too slow- almost unsure. He’s inbetween your legs after a long day- you’d think he’d want to be the one on the recieving end, but you realize now how foolish the assumption is. After all his planning, his busywork, his anger…he just wants to take it out. And you, his one true love, get to reap the benefits. He needs spoil you. Put all his energy into something more productive, rather than another god foresaken tantrum.

It takes his mind off it all. And it always starts out innocent. Him- mindlessly ranting about his plans for the city’s underground. The range from his bragging about his new ideas; whether it be teaming up with the GCPD or Pax Penguina. He speaks earnestly, head resting in your lap- just between your thighs. He buries himself in them. A comforting pillow, he says, and he feels a rush of euphoria whenever he gets to touch you. The love of his life. The only person he can trust. It’s far better than any simple hug in the begginning of your relationship.

It morphs into something more carnal the more you shift underneath him. At first he finds it irksome, how you cant just stay still.

“Would you stop that?” He huffs, exhaling roughly as his voice cuts through the air. You hardly pay any attention at this point, having stopped a few minutes ago. Lost in thought, he finally lifts his head up to look at you. “Y/N?” He prompts, expression a mix of concerned and annoyed.

You look back down at him, humming in response. He rolls his eyes- petulant little thing. “As I was saying…”He moves to speak, head moving back, when you thread your hands through his hair. His breath catches in his throat and he looks back at you. The annoyed expression is wiped off his pretty face, replaced with one of flustered surprise. His hair scrunches underneath your fingers; the by product of styling.

He just looks at you, slack jawed, and you only push him closer to where you need him. He quickly closes his mouth, blinking. You already know what he’s thinking. That you’re obscene. But he simply doesn’t mind, no, he’s glad for the invitation.

“Right now?” He always asks, a bit ruffled, in the middle of his ranting. It comes out in a soft whisper.

“Please?” You ask, looking into his blue green eyes. They always shine in the flourescence. He doesn’t respond, simply pursing his lips; still a bit surprised, but far from angry.

He finds the confidence in himself to lay his head back down, keeping the eye contact. He shifts himself in between your thighs, and in an angonizingly slow movement, presses his nose and lips to the soft plush of your skin.

He lays a kiss, just barely the ghost of one. A soft peck at first, before his eyes depart from yours. You sigh contently as his attention fixes entirely to your thighs, kisses pressed gently and peppered all over the skin. As you urge him with your hand threaded in his hair, his lips become more and more earnest. You know he’s ready to go further when he gets rougher, wet sounds of his lip sucking a near bruise into your thighs.

He looks up at you through lidded eyes, and he’s a bit too nervous to ask the question out right- but he doesn’t have to. You simply nod, hand urging him further and further.

He sighs into your skin, and his finger tips shake as they pull down the scuff of your lace panties. You swallow as the cool air of the bedroom hits your clit- and the feeling of his hot breath against it. He’s not staring at you anymore- eyes fully fixed on your vulva beneath him.

His shakey breath makes you impatient- and you find yourself pushing him down once again. He hesitates- but quickly goes to work.

It starts off with one long lick, his tongue peering out to savor the strip of skin between your legs. The feeling makes you shudder- and it fills him with confidence. God- he can taste you, smell you. It’s intoxicating.

“So wet…” He mumbles, and you don’t even think he grasps the sheer eroticism in his words. You swallow, and in an instant, his tongue comes out again- string of saliva falling onto your cunt.

He chooses to tease you one final time- tongue massaging the wetness into the skin around your folds, going everywhere except where you really need him. You let a soft whine escape your lips, and it spurs him on. You’re feeding his ego, as if it isnt already big enough. A small grin spreads across his face.

He finally puts his tongue to good use, dipping into your folds. He sucks gently, tenderly. His head bobs up at down as he focuses- and just as he’s done all the previous times, feeds off the praise in your moans. With more confidence and earnesty, he becomes a fucking god at eating you. And he doesn’t even know it.

He flicks at your clit with his tongue at an almost inhuman speed, switching between sucking and kissing the entirety of you with his mouth to focusing directly on your clit. Your thighs clenching around his throat makes his head spin. You don’t need to touch him to know his cock is throbbing- mindlessly grinding down into the bed for any friction he can get.

His saliva is soaking you, and you cant help but pull his hair as your eyes roll back into your head. Wet and sloppy noises fill the room as he presses both his nose and lips into your cunt. It’s positivley sinful- the way he rocks his head against you. His hands come to push your thighs even further into the mattress, and you remember how strong he really is against you. His movements speed up.

Faster and faster and faster. Harder and harder and harder.

His tongue is going at a rapid pace, sucking eagerly at your tender flesh and swollen clit. You feel your orgasm coming over you in short spasms before release hits you like a tidal wave. He’s still eating you like his last meal- oblivious to your screams of pleasure. He’s lost in his own.

As you cum beneath him, he refuses to let go of your thighs. Pushing you further and further into the bed. Selfish in everything he does, this is no exception. It’s almost dehumanizing now- you’re almost nothing but a meal to him to be savored.

He doesn’t stop until you struggle out of his hold, begging between sobs of pleasure and pain from the sheer overstimulation of it all. You have to damn near rip his hair out, pulling him back with a loud pop off your sopping wet cunt.

He pants as he finally looks up to you, noticing the tears in your eyes from the indulgence of it all. His tongue is still slack out his mouth, dripping with your juices and his spit. Those blue green eyes looking almost innocently up at you, like he didn’t just tongue fuck the life out of you.

You almost want to laugh- but the only sound that comes out is the rushed breathing and pants between the two of you. Your thighs are wet with your slick, and both of you are shuddering. You can tell he wants to apologize, for going to far, for the overstimulation. But nothing comes out of his mouth. You can see the bruising imprints of his hands into your thighs, and he lets go almost instantly.

A satisfying thought slips into your mind as his tongue darts to lick his lips.

You’ll do it all again tommorrow.

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[imdeadinsidesiriuslydead]

Shut Up! | Bart Allen x villain!reader

Bart Allen x fem! Reader

Based off this imagine I made.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Warnings: Violence. Blood(tiny). Smutty! Just go ahead and read the imagine if you don’t want spoilers. Slight smut. Maybe I’ll write a part 2 with full on smut😏

notes: female reader. Villain reader. Villain name never mentioned. Race or appearance of reader never mentioned.

a/n: dude I was minding my business when this scenario popped into my head and now I just have to share it with the world. Enjoy!

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Being chained up to a chair with his feet being bound together isn’t how Bart thought he’d spend his Friday night.

He wasn’t even supposed to be in Gotham. He protects Central City with Wally. Kinda. Wally doesn’t really like Bart as a sidekick. He was more of Max Mercury’s sidekick.

Max was probably worried out of his mind. He just really hoped Max wouldn’t show up or try to look for him, or else he’d find something he doesn’t need to know.

Bart has a secret. A secret crush on a certain Batman villain. Ever since he had to fight her with the young justice team, he was smitten.

His favorite pass time is running to Gotham city and foiling her plan before heading off to go hang out with Tim.

She would always catch him, she always did. And he would always let her. He loved it. A game of cat and mouse.

He loved watching her smile in victory as she caught him. He loved watching her integrate him. And he especially loved annoying her.

Like right now. He could vibrate his molecules and get out of the ropes, but what’s the fun in that?

She had caught him by freezing the ground and him falling into a trap she had made. She than knocked him out and tied him to a chair.

She stood in front of him with a scowl. She didn’t enjoy this game as much as he did. Her mask had been removed, giving Bart a few look at her face. She stared him down before smiling.

“Butch you can leave.” You said to your guard standing by the door. He left and closed the door, leaving the room in a dark cast.

The lights from outside the windows cast shadows across your features. The only other light was a small one back behind Bart, giving him the tiniest bit light to see your face.

“Impulse.” You stated “why do you always pop up and ruin everything?” You asked, no malice in your tone, Bart noted. Only curiosity.

“Well when you’re about to do something bad it’s kinda my job to come stop you.” Bart said as he smiled at you.

“Hmm” you hummed as you moved to a table full of weapons.

You grabbed a knife and turned to face him. Bart watched as you walked up to him slowly before leaning down to be at his eye level.

“You know,” you started with a sly smile “usually, I’d let you off with a warning. Maybe a slap on the wrist.” You whispered to him as you raised the knife to his face.

“but today you didn’t just mess up my plan. No.” You whispered with fake sorrow. You dragged the knife against his jaw, causing Bart to let out a breath. “You messed up the Bane’s plan too.”

Bart sucked in a breath. He didn’t know that. Obviously, he could put run Bane, but that didn’t change the fact that he was scared of him.

“Yea so, now I have to teach you a real lesson Impulse. Either with me or Bane. Take your pick.”

“Oh I’d much rather be punished by you.” Bart said as he wiggled his eyebrows up and down.

Your smile turned to an annoyed look. “Suit yourself.” You dug the knife at his neck, not hard enough to break skin but hard enough to hurt.

Bart winced in pain, but another idea popped into his head. Acting like his name, he impulsively took action.

“So what do you do when you’re not trying to kill me?” He asked teasingly. The smirk on his face prevalent.

Your face slipped for a minute before the walls were back up again. “Is that really what you’re asking right now?” You asked dumbfounded.

“Well,” he started staring you right in the eyes, you could finally see the color of them. A nice golden brown. “I figured since your bodyguard wasn’t in here anymore, we could get to know each other a little more.” He smiled seductively.

Your blush was very noticeable, especially since your mask was off. “But- stop trying to distract me from your punishment.” You said sternly, though Bart was not convinced.

“Well I normally wouldn’t let someone tie me up the first official date, but you’re a special exception.” Bart winked. “So, at least tell me about yourself, since I’m being so nice.” He looked at you with faux innocence. You won’t lie, the look on his face was turning you on. You had to figure out a way to have him keep the look on his face.

You quickly remember that Bane would have your head if you didn’t take care of Impulse. Your need for survival trumped the need between your legs.

“That’s a vague question.” You say as you resume moving your knife against his neck, watching the goosebumps that it leaves in its wake.

“Huh?” Bart asked.

“Thats a vague question. Be specific. What did you want to know?” You ask as your knife slowly pierces the skin of his neck.

He hisses at the pain, before almost chocking on air. You moved your head towards his neck and licked the blood off of his neck. Bart stares at you, completely turned on and kinda scared.

You watched as the cut immediately healed itself, leaving no scar. You notice his shocked staring and laugh.

“How about a deal? Every question I answer, you have to answer one of mine. Deal?” You asked as you made the same innocent look he had given you earlier.

He nodded dumbly and you smiled.

“So too fast too furious, what’s your question?” You asked him.

“What’s your name?” He asked, his smile returning.

Your knife continued on its path across his neck going up to his jaw line.

“Y/N” you said as your knife gently touched his jaw line. He breathed out, liking the sensation of it gently touching him. “Your turn.” He tells you.

“Why do you heal so fast?” You asked as he breathed deeply. You were genuinely curious.

“Super fast metabolism.” he breathed as your knife made its way to the end of his suit by his neck.

Your knife gently teared the spandex, revealing more skin to slice at. His skin was incredibly soft. Slightly tan with freckles all over the part of his now exposed shoulder.

“Why are you working for Bane?” He asked. You weren’t really a villain in his eyes. More of an anti hero. You didn’t really harm people. You helped bad guys though, but you didn’t seemed fond of that.

“Cause I have to.” You said, still mesmerized by the goosebumps you were creating on his supple skin.

He figured he can ask you about it another day. Right now he didn’t want anything to stop you from dragging the knife all over him.

“Why do you always come to Gotham? I thought you and the flash protect Central City. That’s like two states away.” You say you start to cut the skin of his shoulder gently.

He breathes out a whine as it hurts. You try not to focus on the way that noise made you feel.

“What do you think sweetheart? Why am I here?” You might have been intimidated by his words if you weren’t meant to be torturing him.

You grabbed him by the hair and pushed his head back fast. He whined again and stared at you in shock.

“I asked you a question, speedy!” You say, giving him a dangerous look.

He stares at you in shock and overwhelmed lust. You smirk and decide to sit on his lap instead of kneeling on the floor.

You let go of his hair and go back you his shoulder. Watching the blood drip down a little. You saw the cut had healed and just to turn him on more, you lean down and lick the blood up his shoulder. You lick a little higher than where the blood stopped just to mess with him.

“Because I wanted to see you.” He states. Blushing madly.

You look up at him, and look through his goggles into his eyes. You saw shame and embarrassment. He’s telling the truth.

You won’t lie, that statement might have made your day, hell, your week. You try to hide the smile on your face but miserably fail. You had a lot of body image issues growing up and were bullied heavily, it was nice to find out someone actually wanted to see you, not just for a business deal.

“Your turn.” You tell him, still a little giddy.

“Why do you always kidnap me?” He asked with a handsome smile.

“You always try to stop me. So why not just stop you before you can?” You say as you pick your knife back up and continue your assault of his skin.

your hand pulls down the fabric a bit that had been cut on his shoulder, revealing part of his chest.

Bart sucks in a breath. Waiting for your next move.

“Why aren’t you actually hurting me?” Bart asked. You looked up at Impulse.

“Do you want me to actually hurt you?” You whisper as your kinda gently trails down from his shoulder.

“No.” He said as the cool knife hits his chest.

“I’m not gonna hurt cause I don’t want to.” You say turning back to work.

“But won’t the henchmen outside notice I’m not hurt?” Bart asked.

“What do you mean?” You asks as you slice a tiny shallow part of his right pec.

Bart makes a small whimper at the sensation, as another better idea pops into his head.

“Like don’t people who are tortured usually scream and make noise?” He asks in a seductive voice.

Your knife stopped moving again and you look at him and see his eyes blown out with lust. Your mind made a decision before you could stop yourself. You leaned down and licked up the blood before dragging your tongue up his shoulder to his neck, before sucking on the skin of his neck.

Bart moaned as he leaned more into your touch. The noise he made went straight to your core.

You pulled back, a tiny bit of blood on the corner of your mouth. Your hands went into Impulses hair and you gently tugged, causing him to leg out another whine. You moved your sitting position so that your legs were straddling his.

“Yea. I suppose they do. You wanna help me make this sound real?” You ask as your hand move onto his face, pushing his goggles up so you can see his eyes.

“Yes.” Bart says as he felt his dick harden against your thigh.

“Good boy.” You say before leaning in to kiss Bart.

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anyone want a part 2?

Edit: Part 2 here

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[sister-lucifer]

Inspire Me

Edward Nygma A.K.A. The Riddler x Male Reader

(This was inspired and technically written with The Riddler from Batman: The Audio Adventures in mind, but I feel like any version of Eddie works here) 

Genre: Smut

Summary: Edward has caught an unfortunate case of writer’s block, but he can always count on you to inspire him

Content/Warnings: Riding, praise, pet names, Edward cums inside 

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“Nothing, nothing, nothing!” 

Edward’s frustrated voice reverberated off the walls, the echoes of his anger ringing in your ears from the other room. You sighed to yourself at the sound.

No matter how smart Edward may be, no one is immune to writers block. It is a terrible plague that befalls evil and innocent alike, an indiscriminate ailment with no real cure, and he’d caught it bad. You could hear him quickly crumple up another few papers and toss them away, groaning loudly when they didn’t make it into the overflowing trashcan. 

For days now he had been pondering like this. He didn’t tell you exactly what had happened, but the Batman had done something or other that had gotten under his skin even more than usual. He’d been doing next to nothing but seething and brainstorming, but it seems nothing substantial had come of it. 

You always worried about Edward when he became like this. You hated seeing him upset, even if it was over something trivial, but you also knew that his greatest breakthroughs always directly followed his worst struggles. Any time soon now he would have his “eureka” moment, you could feel it. 

Of course, that’s not to say he wouldn’t need any help. 

“Oh, sweetheeeaaart!” Edward called to you in a sing-song tone. Your heart fluttered at the nickname, and you immediately rushed to him. 

“Yes, Mr. Nygma?” You replied, poking your head into the doorway. The sight before you was a bit jarring, but certainly not unexpected. 

Edward was sitting on the floor accompanied by mountains of discarded papers, half-done drawings of possible inventions or plans of attack surrounding him on all sides. A few metal knickknacks and machine parts laid scarcely about as well. He quickly brushed some of the discarded items away with his arm upon seeing the face you made, but it did little to help. 

You could tell what he was going to ask you from the embarrassed, lopsided smirk on his face alone. 

You and Edward had been a team long before you became his “muse.” He had discovered your brilliant ability to inspire him through…intimate means completely by accident, but he was glad he did. He wasn’t sure how it worked—maybe it was the desperately needed stress relief, or the endorphin rush of an orgasm; it didn’t really matter—but it was more effective than anything he’d tried before. He only used it as a last resort of course (he didn’t want you to feel as though he was just using you), but you were more than happy to lend him a hand. 

Or a mouth. 

Or a hole. 

“My darling, my love, the light of my life,” He began, gesturing for you to come closer. He always did enjoy the overuse of pet names. “As I’m sure you can tell my recent attempts at criminal endeavors have not been very…” 

He flicked a paper ball away with a bored expression as he blew a lock of hair out of his face. 

“…Successful.” 

“Yes, Mr. Nygma, I’ve taken note.” You flashed him an understanding smile as you walked towards him, papers crunching loudly beneath your shoes. “Is there any way I can assist you?” 

Edward responded by simply patting his lap. 

Once you’d planted yourself on top of him he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in close with a sigh. 

“Oh, my handsome muse! I’m afraid that my medium has not been kind to me,” He lamented, “Try as I might, no matter how many ideas I conjure nothing is good enough. I’ve exhausted all my resources…” 

You hid your face in the crook of his neck, one of your hands sliding down his arm to lace your fingers with his. You gave a playful squeeze, and you could hear the faintest giggle slip past Edward’s lips. 

“Eddie…” You whispered. Your warm breath against his ear nearly made him shudder. 

“Yes, my love?” 

You pulled back, looking him up and down and toying with the collar of his button up. 

“There’s no need to beat around the bush, you know. If you need me to inspire you, you only need to ask.” 

—————————————————————

“Oh, my inspiration! You beautiful thing, you!” Edward gushed, arms holding you tightly to his chest. The praise encouraged you to bounce faster, craving the feeling of his cock hitting deep inside of you. His restless hands groped and grabbed at every bit of soft flesh you had to offer, leaving no spot on the outside or inside of you untouched. 

“Oh, Eddie!” You mewled in return as you leaned in to press desperate kisses to his jawline. 

“Faster, sweetheart, please…” Edward pleaded. You could feel each heavy breath he took as his chest rose and fell against your own. Your hands held tightly to his shoulders to keep your balance, nails digging into the wrinkled fabric of his loose button up. “More, my love! I can feel it— I can feel your wonderful inspiration! You are absolute perfection, my muse!” 

The best part of his sweet praises was knowing that he meant each and every word. 

Edward adored you. You were the very spirit of his creativity, and he was reminded of it every time he turned to you for ideas. 

Edward needed you in more ways than one, and he was never ashamed to show it. 

“Oh, s-sweetheart—!” He stuttered, an unusual habit for him that only you were ever allowed to witness, “Sweet boy, I-I’m close—!” 

He didn’t have to warn you; you’ve done  this more than enough times to see all the signs. You felt every little twitch of his cock inside of you, and he felt every subtle quiver of yours in return. The feeling of your leaking member grinding against his stomach as you rode him brought him satisfaction to no end. 

“My love, please, will you give me the honor…?” Edward asked, his words soft and sincere against your shoulder. 

“Of course, Eddie,” You replied eagerly. You’d never hesitate to let Edward fill you up, just how you both liked. “Anything for you.”

It was clear you were losing your rhythm now, all your focus directed to angling your hips to hit just the right spot. Edward bucked up into you in return, throwing his head back with a drawn out moan as you squeezed around him. Soon he was thrusting into you wildly, desperately chasing his release. 

“Yes, yes—! Just a bit more! God, mmph—! Perfection!” 

His words of encouragement were sprinkled between frantic calls of your name, which soon took over any attempt at forming a cohesive sentence. He held on to you for dear life, practically screaming for you as he came. The sudden warm rush of him filling you was enough to give you the last extra push you needed. 

“Oh, Eddie!” 

Your last cry was shrill and broken, barely managed between incessant noises of pleasure. Edward hummed in delight at the feeling of your cum falling across his chest. 

Soon you slowed to a stop, both of you going silent as you caught your breath. You rested your forehead on Edward’s chest as he stroked your hair tenderly. 

“Oh, my love, that was exactly what I needed…” Edward said through heavy breaths. You couldn’t help but grin at that. 

“I can feel the ideas flowing, the perfect plan is in my sights— Oh, yes! That’s it! I’m so glad I have you.” The more he spoke the more giddy with excitement he became, muttering to himself in who knows what languages as you stared up at him dreamily. He was adorable when he was like this. You pressed a sweet kiss to his lips, one you both smiled into.

“You have no idea how much of a help you’ve been, my love. I can’t thank you enough.” 

You shifted in Edward’s lap, placing your hand over his where it rested on your side. 

“You’re welcome, Eddie. I’ll always be here to inspire you.” 

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LEGACY

Jerome Valeska x F!Reader

Warnings: BREEDING KINK, psychologist reader, praising, degrading, unprotected sex, oral sex(f!receiving), fingering, p in v, biting, hair pulling, etc etc etc.

(!please keep in mind that english is not my first language!)

also this is pretty long but BEAR WITH ME.

You've never had so much trouble with your job until you decided to start working at the infamous Arkham Asylum, most of your patients were either complete lunatics, or rich kids who act like they can do anything -murder anyone- and they'll get away with it. But there was this specific patient, Jerome Valeska, whom you kind of took a liking to. Not exactly a 'liking', but almost a feeling of pity. You knew you shouldn't feel that way about a murderous psycho, but with your few sessions he showed to be much more human than most people out there in the world.

Your boss made you retire for a few weeks after an incident, to be clear, one of the lunatics tried to stab you with a plastic knife. It wouldn't really matter to you, but your boss decided that resting would be important. (Not that he cared honestly, he was just trying to act like a cool boss, which he isn't.)

Two weeks had passed, you had never felt so relieved to be walking on Gotham's streets. You took the day to pamper yourself, you deserved it. You went shopping, went to a spa, did everything you couldn't after all these months living in Arkham. -yes, you had to sleep there too.- It was getting dark, so you thought it would be great to grab a coffee and walk home as your house wasn't that far from the Cafe. So you did, you ordered a Vanilla Latte and started walking towards the cafe door, murmuring a sound happily. 10 minutes later you were finishing your drink and could already view your house from across the street, letting out a sigh of relief. You had a weird feeling of being watched from afar, but didn't thought much of it as you had a creepy neighbor who kept staring at you all the time. It was awkward but as the creeps say, staring isn't a crime.

You unlocked the door quickly and threw your stuff on a nearby chair, chewing the straw of your cup of coffee as you turned on the TV.

You froze as you saw it, -Jerome Valeska- he was in the news again.

"Yesterday night, 21 year old murderer, Jerome Valeska, ran away from the Arkham Asylum. DCPD has already taken charge of the case and is searching for the man. -You sat at the sofa, paying attention.- The asylum said that his escape is still a mystery."

"Yeah, that's a funny one isn't it? But I still think they could've chosen a better picture of me." A deep, husky voice echoed from the darkness of your hallway. You just stood there, not knowing what to do, it was like time had stopped.

"Hey, not even a 'hello' to your old friend? Already forgot about me, I see. -He said again, letting out a raspy, devilish laugh. You could feel his presence getting closer to you.- You see, I kept waiting for you in that shitty place, but days passed and... nothing. You know I hate waiting, right?" The voice was now right behind you, and you could feel a blade make its way to your throat.

"What are you doing here?" You finally had the courage to speak, voice trembling a bit.

"Well, can't I pay a visit to my good old doc? I missed our sessions, love." Jerome said while caressing your cheek with the blade.

"Jerome, you can't be here. And please, do not call me 'love', I've already told you we had a patient doctor relationship only, nothing more than that." Your voice wasn't trembling anymore, you knew he wasn't going to harm you, or at least you hoped so.

"What kind of doctor kisses their patients so passionately, huh? Do you want me to refresh your memories? -He awkwardly licked your cheek after drawing a bit of blood from it.- Was it a part of the therapy too? And what about that one time where we-"

"It was an accident, it should have never happened and you know that." You cut him off before he could finish his sentence.

The ginger man shifted his position so that he was now facing you eye to eye, you could almost feel his breath.

"An accident, was it? -Jerome slowly put his hand on your chin, lifting your head up as you tried to look away.- I want you to look me in the eyes and tell me you don't love me."

You looked deep into his green eyes, trying to open your mouth to say you didn't... but... wouldn't that be a lie? You just stood there, staring at him in silence.

"I knew it." He said before smashing his lips against yours in a slow and passionate kiss, it felt like you were both starving, craving it for so long, needing it so bad.

It didn't stop there, Jerome sat on the couch too, never breaking the kiss, and pulled you right into his lap. It was so hard to resist this man's charm, he was truly one of a kind. You didn't know what was it that felt so magnetic about him, so attractive. But you knew you wouldn't say no.

"Make up for all this time I had to spent without you, would ya? -He stopped kissing you for a second, trying to catch his breath- Maybe give me another type of therapy." He said giving you a smirk, soon getting back to kissing you.

You gave in, his lips felt so soft, and it just felt so right... His touch only was already enough to make you feel things you didn't even knew that were possible. You could feel him smiling through the kiss, it was a 100% a cocky smile.

"I know you missed me too."

"I did, Jerome."

His hands soon found their way under your shirt, unclipping your bra. You helped him take both, your shirt AND your bra off. He just sat there for a minute, inhaling the view in front of him.

"You're so fucking pretty."

He then proceeded to lightly play with your bare chest, slowly squeezing your breasts, not looking away for even a second. He started placing small kisses that soon turned into sucks, while he sucked one of your breasts, he worked on the other one with his hand. And you couldn't help but to let out breathy moans and begs for more.

"You know, love, I've had this fantasy ever since we met. -Jerome was now staring at you.- I want you to carry my children." He looked at you with a grin on his face, waiting to see your response.

"What? We're too young to be thinking about that..." You looked away, considering the request even though you felt like you shouldn't -but you liked the idea of your belly growing with his babies.-

"Just think about it. Imagine a little Jerome running around, how cute would he be? -That man KNEW he wasn't going to be a great father, he just wanted to impregnate you, to see your boobs so big and full of milk, leaking when he squeezes them. He also was all in with the idea of not having to worry about condoms for nine months straight, there would be a baby in there already, what else would you have to worry about? Just the thought of you carrying a part of him, giving birth to his child, that was enough to send him over the edge.- I'm going to fill you all the way up tonight."

You let out another breathy moan at his last words, he takes that as a 'yes'.

He switches positions once again, so that he could be on top of you.

"Let's take that off, shall we?" He asks before ripping off your skirt, he takes in theview of your panties before throwing it across the living room.

You grab Jerome by his neck, pulling him into a kiss. His hands slowly travel down your body, drawing circles around your belly, and finally reaching your womanhood. It doesn't take long before he slips one finger in it, causing you to moan a little, and then two fingers... He laughs at how easily you had become a moaning mess. He lets go of your lips, trailing small kisses all over your body, from your neck to your tits, to your belly, to your clit. The man is now licking you like he hasn't eaten anything for DAYS, his fingers still going in and out of your hole, as he fastened the speed. Causing you to whimper and cry his name out.

"Jerome, please..." You say, almost breathless.

"Please what? Use your words, Doc."

"I want you to fill me, I want to carry your babies, please..."

He smirks, feeling like his task is accomplished.

"You don't have to ask me twice." He quickly begins taking his jeans off, along with his boxers, revealing his big throbbing member. Sure, you had done things with him before, but you never actually saw it, so it was pretty surprising.

He took his wet fingers out of you, stroking his erection with the same hand a few times so it would be easier to go in. Jerome looked at you to confirm you were ready, you nodded in response.

He slid into you all at once, all his lenght stratching your walls, if felt so painful but so pleasuring at the same time. You couldn't help but let out a moan that sounded more like a scream. He sighed and started moving his hips, slowly and loving at first, placing kisses all around your collarbone, your cheeks, your breasts. A few minutes had passed and he started getting rougher, less passionate and more needy, desperate, like his life depended on it.

"You want to be the mother of my children, huh? You want me to fill you up with my cum, don't you? Needy little slut." He grabbed a fist full of your hair and pulled it so that you were forced to look at him.

All you could manage to say was "Yes", your mind going blank, you couldn't even form a sentence.

"Your pretty pussy feels so nice against my cock, I bet you're loving this aren't you? Taking a murderer's dick like that? What a bitch."

You could care less, if that was a sin, you were a proud sinner.

You could feel yourself getting close and he definitely could too. He placed his hands on your waist, grabbing it so hard that there would be bruises in the morning.

Your hands reached his back and you gave it a long scratch as you cried out his name over and over again, releasing all over his member. Jerome on the other hand, was still going at it.

After a couple seconds, he finally came. Filling you up with his white liquid, keeping his dick inside of you for a moment just to make sure you would REALLY get pregnant.

He only took it out when he had the strength to it.

"And now we wait." He said proudly.

"Jerome..."

"Yes?"

"I'm on the pill..."

He stared at you, his smile fading away.

"No way."

You were ready to die right at that moment.

"Well, guess we'll have to try again. What a shame." He said jokingly.

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Masterlist

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Marvel

✰ Baron Zemo ✰ Sam Wilson ✰ Bucky Barnes ✰ Steve Rogers ✰ Bruce Banner ✰ Peter Parker ✰ Wanda Maximoff ✰ Vision ✰

Stranger Things

✰ Eddie Munson ✰ Steve Harrington ✰ Jonathan Byers ✰ Robin Buckely ✰

TLOU

✰ Joel Miller ✰ Tommy Miller ✰ Ellie Williams ✰

Harry Potter

✰ Neville Longbottom ✰ Luna Lovegood ✰ Ron Weasley ✰ George Weasley ✰ Hermoine Granger ✰ Severus Snape ✰ Sirius Black ✰ Remus Lupin ✰ Bill Weasley ✰

X-men

✰ Peter Maximoff ✰ Kurt Wagner ✰ Storm ✰ James/Logan Howlett ✰ Scott Summers (older) ✰ Alex Summers ✰ Hank Mccoy ✰ Sean Cassidy ✰ Jean Grey ✰ Rouge ✰ Mystique/Raven ✰

Gotham/Batman

✰ Bruce Wayne ✰ Edward Nashton ✰ Jervis Tetch ✰ Jerome Valeska ✰ Selina Kyle (Gotham) ✰ Ed Nygma (pre-riddler) ✰ Tabitha Galavan ✰ Victor Zsasz ✰ Jonathan Crane ✰

Peaky Blinders

✰ Arthur Shelby ✰ Alfie Solomon✰

Maze Runner

✰ Newt ✰ Thomas ✰ Minho ✰

AHS

✰ Tate Langdon ✰ Vivien Harmon ✰ Violet Harmon ✰

Twilight

✰ Edward Cullen ✰ Alice Cullen ✰ Bella Swan ✰ Jasper Hale ✰ Charlie Swan ✰ Sam Uley ✰ Seth Clearwater ✰

The 100

✰ John Murphy ✰ Finn Collins ✰ Monty Green ✰ Jasper Jordan ✰

TWD

✰ Daryl Dixion ✰ Rick Grimes ✰ Negan ✰ Michonne ✰ Carl Grimes ✰ Glenn Rhee ✰ Laura ✰ Ron Anderson ✰ Maggie Greene ✰

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✰ Xavier Thorpe ✰ Tyler Galpin ✰ Bill S. Preston, Esq. ✰ Ted 'Theodore' Logan ✰ John Wick ✰ Charlie walker ✰ Ben Solo ✰ Finn (star wars) ✰ Poe Dameron ✰ Maurizio Gucci (h.o.g) ✰ Johnny Knoxville ✰ Luke Castellan ✰

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Neighbors to Fucking

Someone new moves in next door to the Cobblepots. Oswald just hopes their better than the loud downstairs neighbors. Luckily for him it's someone sweet, hot, and very bold int what he wants. One thing leads to another and suddenly Oswald's standing in his binder tell Ed he wants everything the other boy can give him.

“Mother, I think someone’s moving in next door! Do you care if I go see?” Oswald called to his mother as he pulled on his maroon sweater. 

“Of course baby, be careful though. Might be some hussy coming to try and take you away! My very handsome baby boy!” Mrs. Kapelput said and pinched at Oswald’s soft cheeks. Her boy smiled and pulled away. 

“I know mother, I’ll be okay. See you later.” Oswald said as he fixed his sleeves and took a glance at himself in a small mirror. 

He opened the door and poked his head out. There were only two apartments on this floor. Theirs and one more. It had been empty for a while. 

Perhaps though someone cool was moving in. 

Hopefully someone quiet. 

The people below them were loud. Talking, stomping, bad music, rude language, loud sex. It was dreadful. Horribly dreadful. 

Oswald was always quiet and light on his feet. He’d been told a quiet child was a good child when he was a toddler by his babysitter. It had stuck with him. 

He snuck out to the hallway, absentmindedly squishing his bottom lip between his teeth. 

The door was open a crack and a box was set outside of it. Oswald ventured closer to it to heard some commotion inside the room. He peaked to see if he could see but then the door was wide open and a disheveled looking boy was standing in it. 

Oswald was surprised but couldn’t take his eyes away from the beautiful brown eyes, neat brown hair , void of a few loose strands, high sharp cheekbones, the boy was taller than him by at least half a foot. All slim and sharp and neat and pointy. 

Finally the other boy finished looking at Oswald in the same way and smiled and stuck out his hand. A sparkly perfectly paper white smile, all straight and amazing…

“Edward Nygma, nice to meet you.” Oswald smiled and shook his warm tanned hand. A very nice hand, strong and warm, and oh his heart was on fire.

“Oswe- Oswald Cobblepot, I live in the other apartment with my mother. It’s been a while since we’ve had a new neighbor.” Oswald struggled, face painted a deep red at both the fact lord pretty boy very pretty boy and that he nearly screwed up his own name. 

Edward stood there smiling down at him for a moment before clearing his throat and looking away. Oswald came back to himself and huffed a breath and recovered. 

“Do your parents live here too or…?” Oswald asked nervously as he twiddled with his cuffs. 

“Oh no I moved out by myself. I’m apprenticing at the GCPD.” The burnette chuckled out, he found it amusing that the boy thought he was younger. 

“Oh… how old are you? I’ve gotta be older than you.” Oswald said and put a hand on his hip. There was no way Edward was older than him. His laugh kinda got under Oswald’s skin too, it made him want to sass. 

“I’m twenty.” Edward stated and Oswald just shook his head. 

“No” Oswald stated. 

“Um… yes I turned twenty a while ago actually. Why? How old are you?” Edward asked, curious about the shorter boy. He was an odd duck. Looked like an odd duck, spoke like an odd duck too. 

“Nineteen. You look like a baby! You’re like twelve, you're just tall.” The black haired boy teased and looked the other up and down. 

“You are the baby though. It’s only a year though… I bet we can hang out or something. If you wanna get outta your place you can help me unpack if you like.” Edward offered. He had only met some of the men who worked in the GCPD. No one his age, no one half as cute as the other boy. Plus he had a lot of stuff to unpack.

“Oh yes! Sounds fun, I like being nosy.” Oswald said giddy as he hopped gently on his good leg. 

-0-0-0-

“Can you play it again? I was almost asleep.” Oswald jokes from the other boy's couch. Ed was so good at playing the piano. He loved to come over after dinner and listen to him practice. 

The smooth rhythm always lulled him into a near sleep, he’d never slept over anywhere other than his own house but Edward’s lovely playing on the old piano always got him nearly there. 

“If you want you can sleep over here. We could watch a movie or something?” Ed offered from where he was stretching his arms above his head. He liked hanging out with the other boy. He was cool, knew a lot about odd stuff, was good to talk to, and yeah it was nice having such a cute guy around. Especially one who gave such nice hugs. 

Edward was sort of sleepy himself. He’d made a pretty filling dinner and he’d walked all over the city during the day. A movie and a sleepover seemed like a great way to end the day. 

Ed turned to see Oswald pulling his shoes back on and nervously backing toward the door. 

“Oh I’m actually- I have stuff to do tonight actually so I better get going actually. Bye Ed!” Oswald said in a hurry and slammed the door behind him, leaving the brunette in a bit of a shock. 

“Oh alright. Bye Ozzie see you tomorrow” Edward said to the backside of the door. Well… he could always watch a movie by himself. 

But as he watched some stupid old gangster movie with his old blanket wrapped around just himself he realized he sort of… craved the other boy’s presence. 

-0-0-0-

“I want to kiss you.” Ed said and looked at Oswald who was sitting in the chair. Oswald coughed choking on air and looked over at Ed and his perfect posture and sculpted arms. 

It was a warm day, too warm, scorching really. Ed’s terrible air conditioning barely kept it below baking in the small apartment so they were in the Cobblepot residence. Oswald had only slightly better air conditioning and had his standing fan. 

They were dressed in only slightly above skimpy clothes. Since Mrs. Kapelput was out, Ed was dressed in his plain white undershirt and his boxer shorts adorned with small green and black stripes. Oswald tried not to oogle but he’d given up. Edward was very pretty. Strong, lean, tan, handsome, manly… very nice on the eyes. 

Oswald himself was wearing his own boxer briefs, dark purple with black elastic at the top, and a three sizes too big t-shirt with a penguin embroidered on the breast. 

“What!” Oswald croaked, his face turning to a burning red, and Ed patted the seat next to him. As if it was just an offer to share a soda. 

“Kissing. I want to kiss you.” Oswald stared at him with his mouth open a bit and his eyes wide but moved to sit in the spot Ed had patted. It was as if his feet moved on their own, his heart racing and his mind blank. 

“I like you Ozzie, I think you’re pretty, I want to kiss you. Do you want to kiss me?” Edward asked with a light hint of amusement in his voice. 

Oswald got a sick feeling in his stomach and he nervously pushed his arm against his side where his binder dug into his squishy side. 

“Just a little one, a little kiss” Edward coaxed and brought his hand up to the side of Oswald’s face, cradling his warm cheek. 

“Okay” Oswald breathed and let his eyes close as Edward leaned in. 

-0-0-0-

“Can we kiss again tomorrow?” Oswald asked dreamily as he held Edward’s hand by the door. Edward leaned down and kissed his cheek.

“We can kiss every time you come over. We could do more than kissing too.” Ed whispered into the other’s ear which just made Oswald blush a cherry red and turn towards his own door. 

“Oh um… kissing you is good.” Oswald mumbled and walked back to his own door, leaving the older boy to get ready for work. Definity not because he was getting ideas about… more than kissing . Definitely not. 

-0-0-0-

“Ed, Ed, quit.” Oswald struggled to pull away from his boyfriend's warm body. His lips and teeth felt so so good but were just getting too low on his collarbones. 

Ed pulled back with a disappointed look and looked up at his boyfriend who sat so perfectly in his lap. Oz was just so soft and warm and that ass … fucking plush . 

He was plush all over. Covered in the gentle scent of baby powder and plain shampoo he used. And the small whimpers and pants he let out only drive Edward closer and closer to tearing his jeans off. 

“Too much baby?” Ed asked and rubbed his thumbs on the others hips, bones covered by a perfect layer of pudge. He didn’t want it to be too much. It wasn’t nearly enough for Ed. He wanted more. Needed more. 

“I just it’s-“ Is all Oswald could get out before tears started rolling down his face. He wanted Ed so bad. His thighs were sticky with how much he needed Ed. 

Ed pulled him into a hug and kissed his cheek. Salty tears sticking to his lips when he pulled back. 

“It’s okay, we don’t have to. You know I love doing this too.” Ed said in a smooth loving way and Oswald just shook his head and whimpered out a-

“I want to” and Ed just rubbed his back and hummed. Vibrating up through his chest to Oswald’s, like salve on a burn, Oswald just sniffled. 

“I want to also. But I don’t wanna see you cry. Well at least not like this.” Edward said with just a hint of innuendo at the end as he nuzzled into Oswald’s cheek. 

The black haired boy wiped at his face and almost chuckled to himself. 

“I just like you so much” He said and let the scent of Ed’s kiwi body wash float up into his nose. It always seemed to calm him down. 

“I like you too.” Ed said and let himself trace up the side of Oswald’s pale neck, teeth grabbing onto skin every so often creating little marks in their wake. 

“Would you like me if I wasn’t a boy?” Oswald whispered so quietly Edward barely even caught the anxiety riddled question. He pulled back and looked into the denim blue eyes of the other. 

“I’d like you if you were a cat… but I’d rather not have sex with a cat.” Edward tried to ease the other boy’s palpable anxiety. 

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“You take off yours first.” Oswald said and watched Edward smoothly pull his plain white t-shirt up over his head to reveal his tanned slightly toned body. Beautiful tanned toned muscular manly body with a light trail of brown hair leading down his pants and a deep v-line basically begging to lead somewhere down below his jeans…

“Well that’s not fair.” Oswald said and looked down at his own soft tummy covered by his black button up and dark purple sweater. He never specifically felt bad about his body in that way but ugh… he could never compare. 

Ed smiled and unbuttoned his black slacks.

“Will it be fair if these come off too?” He said and started to push them down over his ass. 

Oz nodded and chewed on his bottom lip, watching Ed push them down over his thighs and kick them off when they pooled on the floor. He was only wearing a pair of green boxer briefs. 

Long slender tanned legs, a few small scars on knees and a longer one across his thigh. 

Beautiful.

Ed flexed a bit and turned to show off his body. Smooth, tan, muscular, perky ass, and noticeable bulge making Oswald feel even more inferior. 

“Fair enough to get a peek at you now?” Ed asked and moved to stand in front of the fully dressed boy. Oswald swallowed and conceded. Barely able to keep his eyes above his collarbones. 

“Just… ugh I hate you” Oswald said and Ed snickered as he watched Oswald pull off his sweater then hesitate on the buttons of his shirt. 

Ed stepped up to him and kissed him, slowly and warmly, lovingly , grabbing his pale clammy hands and moving them to his own sides. 

“It’s alright. Wanna feel your skin on mine.” Ed said and Oswald could barely breathe as he felt the dips and curves of Ed’s body, all the way to the paths leading down to his soft short happy trail. 

Ed was so warm, strong feeling, sturdy, his breathing was even and his heart was beating steady and true, it nearly made Oswald dizzy. Ed was everything . 

Ed kissed him gently and thumbed open the top two buttons and moved to suck a mark on Oswald’s shoulder. Until he got stopped by a strap and then he simply moved to the other side and thumbed open the rest of the buttons. 

Ed stepped back with a kiss to the shorter man’s lips. Noticing Oswald was trembling, tears lazily running down his face, he looked like he was holding himself there by sheer willpower. Like he wanted to run away. 

Oswald stood there, shirt open exposing his soft porcelain pale belly and purple binding top. 

“Adorable” Ed said before pulling Oswald chest to chest with him and kissing him deeply again, their tongues mingling together. Their mouths tinged with the taste of salt from the short boy’s tears but was soon chased away with the iron whisper of blood as Edward sucked harshly at Oswald's bottom lip as he pulled away. 

“Can I take it off Ozzie? It’s not safe to keep those on during such… strenuous activities.” Edward asked and ran his fingers along the bottom band of the binder, noting in his mind that it was indeed far too tight and far too worn. A proper new one would have to arrive in the mail soon. 

He was lost in thought he nearly missed his boyfriend’s whispered question. 

“Am I still a good boyfriend?” Oswald asked in such a serious way it nearly hurt Ed’s head to hear. 

“’Course” Ed whispered back and looked into the ocean blue eyes that were still red rimmed. Oswald swallowed, audibly, and nodded, pulling a brave face. 

“Go ahead.” Oswald said and relaxed his arms, allowing Edward to pull the bottom of the binder up and over his head and over his arms. 

Oswald closed his eyes, looking as though he was anticipating a slap to the face or worse. 

“The best boyfriend,” Ed said, kissing Oswald’s eyelids. The shorter boy gasped, his lips falling open a bit at the gentle touch. 

“Most handsome” he said and kissed down the side of Oswald’s neck, hands laying on his hips. Gripping only so gently, squeezing just to feel the warm flesh between his fingers. 

“Brilliant” Ed said and kissed down the other’s collarbones and toward the center of his chest. Ed was bending down on his knees, one small drop and he could be face to face with the treasure hidden under Oswald’s black jeans. 

However Oswald’s trembling hands on his shoulders drew him back to stand. 

“And all mine” Edward said and pulled Oswald toward him and kissed him deeply. 

Their chests met and Oswald gasped as his tender nipples grazed across Ed’s torso. He whined and almost whimpered at the way his breasts squished against Ed’s flat stomach. 

Oswald wasn’t… well he was. He was busty . He hated it ever since he started developing breasts. They were big and heavy and in the way and made his shoulders hurt and made bra straps dig into him and he just hated it. He hated them even more when he figured out he was a boy. They were like neon signs saying he was born a female. 

However, Edward was like a dream. 

Nearly E cups and Ed was ignoring them. He rather let his hands run up and down Oswald’s back, warming trails under them, down the dip to his waist, where his whole body pinched in in a rather feminine way, and to grab a handful of ass. Oswald jumped when Ed’s hand creeped into his back pocket to grab his ass. 

However he was getting lost in the way Ed’s hands were traveling across his body, the way they were pressed together, the way Ed was fucking moving and grinding against him. 

When he moved again to kiss at Oswald’s ear and suck on his earlobe. 

“Are you okay with it?” Oswald whispered, needing reassurance as his thighs became sticky and his body burned alive with need. He couldn’t even help that he rocked his hips up with the rhythm Ed had set. 

“What’re you okay with?” Ed asked and pulled back from where he was mouthing and biting, to give Oswald another deep kiss. He moved his hands back up to cradle Oswald’s face. 

“I dunno… want you to- to touch me. Wanna take my pants off” Oswald said quietly and Ed chuckled. 

He let his hands move to lay under Oswald’s breasts. Heat practically radiated from them, begging to be played with and held. Oswald looked down at Ed’s hands, and back up to his eyes a few times in confusion and shock. Rosy faced and kiss swollen lips causing Ed’s cock to throb in his underwear. 

“Ozzie, do you want me to touch these?” Ed asked, fire in his tone. 

“Yes” The other boy breathed out and Ed was on him again. His hands gently cupping his breasts and thumbing at his nipples. Oswald winced and Ed pulled back only a bit. 

“Tender, um the binder it makes them tender.” Oswald explained breathlessly and Ed nodded and kissed him a few more times before moving to take a knee in front of him. Ed kissed around his slightly fuzzy stomach as he unbuttoned and unzipped his dark jeans. 

He yanked them roughly down off Oswald’s pale legs, loving the way his thighs jiggled with the motion, the way his lavender briefs were discolored with wetness, the way his scent was so intoxicating Ed barely noticed his hair was being pulled. 

“ Yes , please Ed, just, ah, just touch me. Touch me there.” Oswald begged as he gripped the brunette's gel wet hair. Ed bit into one of those plush thighs and hummed. 

“Bed, bed and I’ll make you really cry.” Ed practically growled out and Oswald let out a high whine and pulled at Edward, his hair, his shoulders, his hips, until they were kissing again. 

Then Ed was pulling Oswald forward as he took steps back until Oswald was breathless from kissing and being spun around and laid flat on the bed. 

“Say you want it, say you want me, tell me what I can give you” Edward panted from the foot of the bed. He was burning up. 

His cock was straining against his underwear as he stared down at his beautiful boyfriend laid out and wanton. Oswald was… more beautiful than anyone else Edward had ever been with or had ever even seen. His blushing pale skin was lightly dusted in barley there freckles, traveling from his cheekbones down over his shoulders and few adorned the top crest of his breast where they laid against his rapidly rising and falling chest, each breath making them move like waves, his pink nipples pointed and hard in the cool apartment air, his belly begging to be nibbled at, caressed, and at the precipice of his tender plush thighs where his briefs laid low on his hips, the wet fabric clung to the delicate skin underneath. Ed salivated at the sight of Oswald’s folds under the thin fabric. 

Oswald didn’t know what to say, what to do, he was melting and freezing all at once, gripping at Ed’s soft worn sheets. He’d never let anyone see him like this, let one touch him. It was… Ed. 

Ed was everything. 

“Everything, Ed. I want you to give me everything.” Oswald finally begged and watched as Ed grinned and climbed onto the bed like a cat. He was hovering over Oswald, letting their noses caress for a moment. 

“Ozzie, I can’t hold myself back anymore. You’re killing me.” Edward said in a near begging voice and let one hand grab at the other’s underwear. 

His mind was rolling, twisting and bending all at once. He was made of need. His cock was taking over his brain, it was terrifying. 

And exciting. 

Oswald was nodding and let his own hands push at the offensive green fabric of Edward’s underwear. 

“Yes, yes, off, off ” Oswald moaned out and finally let himself be okay with what was happening. He was going to have sex with Ed. 

“What a good boy” Ed whispered into Oswald’s ear before sitting back on his heels to pull both their underwear off. Kicking his own off the bed. 

Fuck… Oswald was somewhere else when that left Ed’s lips. Some other planet. Somewhere where his cock was throbbing and Ed was the only other thing that ever existed. 

And he didn’t come back to actual Earth until Ed was cradling his weak, melted body against his own panting chest whispering in Oswald’s ear. 

“Eddie…” Oswald whispered in a thick fog of wondrous pleasurable afterglow. 

“Hey, my love, are you okay? Are you awake now?” Ed asked and rubbed his hands across Oswald’s belly. The short boy hummed and rolled onto his side to nuzzle into Ed’s chest. He then realized three things. 

He was wearing a pair of underwear that were absolutely his own. 

He was wearing a shirt that was absolutely not his own. 

His insides fucking hurt. 

“Eddie, ugh, hurts” Oswald whined and pushed at his own stomach, low over where his cervix was bruised and slightly bleeding. The small mark in his underwear later would confirm that, yeah, Edward made him bleed. 

“I’m sorry, baby. Was I too rough? You just sounded so… oh , so beautiful.” Ed said and rubbed his hands across Oswald’s back covered in one of Ed’s own oversized sleep shirts. Oswald just whined and felt very very tired. 

“Wanna sleep Eddie. Wanna snuggle.” Oswald said in a whiney nearly childish voice and shoved himself harder into Ed’s body. 

Ed just hummed and relaxed back onto the bed, letting Oswald lay half on top of him. He’d fucked Oswald till the other boy had actually cried so no wonder Ozzie was so tired. He’d cum at least twice with Ed’s cock buried inside him and the brunette playing with his small cock. 

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[blue-haired-chick]

Jeremiah Valeska X Reader Imagine (Smut)

from wattpad

You were smart. so was Jeremiah. you could see he was smart and Jeremiah could see that you were smart. he didn't want to fuck with you. he knew it was a bad idea. and you didn't want to fuck with him.

your little unspoken deal lasted a few weeks. Eventually Jeremiah started recruiting your men. That was the first of his many mistakes. then he blew up the clock tower, another huge mistake. this was your city, too.

Maybe you should pay ol' valeska a visit.

you wore your best suit. tight black leather pants, a neat shirt, your signature trench coat and a f/c tie.

you also dropped by a store on the way, to try and find a hat as utterly ridiculous as his.

you snuck unassumingly into the building that contained his temporary lair. luckily Oswald had heard where he had settled for a few days.

You found a chair in a dimly lit corner and waited.

After an hour or two, you heard a door and footsteps.

you saw his shadow in the room.

a calm coo echoed into the room

"I know you're hear, miss L/N. I had a feeling you might show up."

you stood and walked to the doorway and there he stood, suit and all, hands gripping a cane

"then you must know why I'm here." you reply.

"ah yes, I do apologize if my actions do impede on your efforts. however, and this may seem harsh, y/n, but....

maybe you should have made this city yours when you had the chance."

you stood and stared at him. you start to chuckle.

"my dear valeska, you can tear this city down in a day, but you can't build it in one. I was once ambitious like you."

you step in closer to him.

"you steal one more of my men, and it won't be a matter of will I kill you. it will be how."

you reveal a knife and stick it to his neck. he remains calm, doesn't move an inch. he seems to get the message, but he's not threatened.

"Your so much smarter than your brother, Jeremiah. I had such high hopes for you. but now I'm starting to think your too...reserved? systematic? you have no originality, my friend. sometimes that's the one thing that will save you."

you remove the knife from his neck and lean right into his face.

"if you pull this off, I will be...very impressed."

you back away and turn to the door.

it shuts. 

"not so fast, miss L/N"

you stopped and turned on your heels.

"yes?"

"why not stay and chat for a moment? do we really have to be so bitter to each other?"

you look at him for a moment, then walk to him.

.

.

.

.

You sit across from each other, sipping tea politely.

"why do you think I killed your men?"

Jeremiah asks.

" I don't know frankly. All I really care about is if your going to do it again."

you stare at your tea for a moment.

"or maybe you wanted to get my attention." you question playfully, with a suggestive smile.

Jeremiah continues to sip his tea with a solemn face.

"for someone as smart as you I'm surprised you didn't realize that sooner."

you sit and think quitely. there are several reasons he could want your attention. To make an ally of you? to kill you? you looked at him intently.

"why do you want my attention."

you ask

"to bring you here."

"why here?"

he sips his tea.

"so I can drug you of course."

you freeze. fuck.

you start to feel it. the lightness. the fuzzness. it's uncomfortable. everything starts to get blurry and faded.

"you know, I'm surprised at how easy it was to capture you, darling. but don't worry, you were still a challenge."

.

.

.

You wake up tied to a bed, in nothing but your bra and underwear.

the room is furnished well. There's a lot of antique art work and wood.

You try to free yourself.

"ah, good. your awake. " Jeremiah says through the door. You continue to struggle as his footsteps get louder.

the door creaks open.

Jeremiah struts in slowly, holding a riding crop. hes wearing just kakis and a dress shirt and back gloves. His shirt sleeves are rolled up to his elbows.

in your head, you couldn't help but get excited. He looked so hot and demanding, and you loved it. you didn't want his to know it though, not yet at least.

"hello, dearest. I hope you enjoyed your nap." he says, leaning over you.

"what the fuck are you doing?"

"what does it look like I'm doing, y/n? I'm going to show you why I killed your men."

you spit in his face. he wipes himself delicately.

"If I were you, I wouldn't want to make things any worse for you-"

he grabs you agressivly, turning you over onto your back, twisting your arms and wrists. you cry out.

Then, he whips you. right across your ass. It hurts, but you like it. you let out a scream. He does it again, another scream.

He hits you a third time, this time you whine.

"what was that, sweet?" he climbs ontop of you and whispers. you don't answer.

"answer me." he says, grabs you by the hair gently and pulls back your head.

you whine again.

"yes, that doesn't sound like someone in... pain, does it? if I knew better, I would think you liked me punishing you."

He drops your head, and then throws the whip. You watch his gloves fall onto the nightstand.

Then, you feel the harsh sting of his hand going down on your ass.

"you're an awfully obedient whore for a killer, miss L/N."

You couldn't help it. You loved him hitting you, beating you silly. You wanted to laugh it felt so good.

But you kept it in as best you could.

"You're so quiet now. So disappointing."

Jeremiah gives your ass one last good, hard smack, and flips you back over.

"perhaps, I should be a gentleman, and do something for you, darling. I do feel bad for being so... harsh on our first date,"

he leans down to your face, and makes intense eye contact with you as he slowly and gently removes your panties.

He leans away, removing them fully from your body, and tucks them neatly into his shirt pocket.

"I'm sorry I've been such a bad host, miss y/n, I do hope this makes up for it." he leans into your sweet warmth and gently writhes his tounge between your sopping wet folds.

you give up, and let out a deep moan.

you can feel Jeremiah smile a little.

"do you like that, little one?" he pulls away from you, and you whine.

"mm yes, you do." he says lustfully, and continues feasting on your heat.

his tounge glides a long the lips of your pussy, covering it in spit. your legs tremble every now and then from the pleasure.

"oh god, Jeremiah, I think I'm-"

"ah ah ah, not so fast, my dear. That only happens when I am ready." he says in his soft, calm voice.

you watch him lean up, his crotch bulging out at you, begging for you.

you lick your lips and bite your lip a little.

"hungy, darling?" he says amused.

"please," you beg.

"address me properly, then I will reward you."

"please, master." you say

"very good." he pushes your body back so you can sit up more, and then undoes his pants.

He shoves himself into your mouth and you moan in pleasure.

he pushes himself deeply into you, letting out a high moan.

"your so insides are so tender, my sweet, for someone so wicked."

he thrusts into you again, harder.

You let a moan of pleasure escape your lips.

"I knew I could get something out of you. Now, I wonder how much it takes to make you scream."

his voice becomes more hushed, deep and ravenous.

He pounds into you, in a steady pumping motion. You hear him seething as he pushes himself in all the way. You can't help but moan.

He lifts up your waist slightly, but pushes your back down. The pressure on your stomach drives you closer to your climax.

"Jeremiah, I'm- "

"yes, Y/N. finish for me."

your moan turns into a scream. Jeremiah lets out a soft moan of relief,

and pumps again a few times while his cock softens.

"Your so lovely." he whispers in your ear.

you respond with nothing but a moan.

"your mine. anyone who touches you will regret it."

you whimper at his protective words.

"Now sleep, my princess."

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[vaporwavebeach-writes]

Kinktober Day 1 (Pegging)

Victor Zsasz x Reader (NSFW)

(595 words)

Summary: You get rough with Zsasz, who seems to really enjoy it

Warnings/Tags: 18+, gender neutral reader, dom!reader, pegging, choking, rough sex, praise, biting, fluff at the end (if you squint)

Notes: Am I gonna be consistent with this for the whole month? Idk, but I sure will try LMAO anyway I love him so much, enjoy the fic!!

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With a firm hand wrapped around his throat, Victor’s gasps became more choked out. The shameless moans and loud impact of your thrusts echoed off the walls.

“You like that?” You murmur. “You like being choked out while I fuck you?”

“Oh God, f-fuck…” His voice trails off into a tight grunt. “Yeah…”

“That’s what I like to fucking hear.” You snarl.

Loosening your grip around his neck, your other arm ghosts up to his shoulder, keeping his body flush against the wall. Victor Zsasz looked gorgeous like this. Your eyes traveled down his heavily scarred back, rich with a vast array of tally marks.

The marks not only served as a reminder to the number of his victims, but to his skill as a killer; his danger. To say that Victor Zsasz loves his job is an understatement. Every job he has ever had would be carried out meticulously. The painstaking detail of every cut and sharpness of every shot was thorough and methodical. The fact that he does it all with a genuine grin only further proves how truly lethal he is. He can truly take out anyone, it can even be you. However, watching him become utterly spineless as you continue to fuck him dispels the thought of you becoming one of his marks out of your mind.

His arm flies back to steady himself on you. His breaths are heavy, enthusiastic. You can feel him shudder as you drift kisses down his arm.

“God, you’re beautiful.” You whisper in between kisses. “I love seeing you like this.”

Moving your mouth up his shoulders, you gently rake your teeth where his neck and shoulder meet. The threat is there. He sucks in a breath, looking back at you pleadingly; eyes dark and doe-like.

“D-do it,” He gasps shakily.

You chuckle lowly. Continuing to pound into him, your grip around his neck tightens. “Do what, Victor?”

“Fucking wreck me.” You can feel how desperately he holds onto you. Choosing to deny Victor would prove to be a bold move, considering that you know he would absolutely give you payback for it later. Deciding to be generous, you pick up the pace, fucking him roughly you know the way he likes it. Feeling coy, your other hand drops down around his cock. The added stimulation makes him practically melt. He moans wantonly, “Please?”

It’s like a switch goes off in your mind. “Of course,” you lean close to his ear. “Only because you asked me so politely.”

Victor is extremely vocal as you bite into the nape of his neck. You can tell he’s over the edge. His breath seems to pitch as he comes all over his stomach. You stay inside of him for a moment, giving him a moment to breathe before you pull out.

Victor lets out a soft groan. You gently guide him around over to face you. His body not only is covered in scars, but dripping with cum where he finished over his stomach, and a large, harsh-looking bite mark which now adorned his neck.

Tossing him a dampened towel from across the room, he chuckles as he cleans himself up.

“What are you laughing about?” You ask flirtatiously.

“Nothing,” He turns to you. “I just think it’s really hot when get rough with me,” he says matter-of-factly, shooting you a sly look. He saunters over to you, taking your cheek in his hand.

You roll your eyes, fighting the blush that currently finds its way spreading across your cheeks. You sigh before moving in to kiss him.

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[jeromevalecka]

This is NSFW but I was wondering if you could do if the reader caught Jerome Valeska jerk1ng off headcanons (sorry if you're not comfortable with that) LMAO THATS SO SPECIFIC 💀😭

୨୧ reader finding jerome valeska jerking off hcs .

words : 264

warnings : nsfw , doll nickname , masturbation n sexual themes in general.

notes : reader is gn , smut. sorry for any possible grammar mistakes, hope you like it anon ♡ (idrk if these r headcanons, I more so just wrote whatever came to mind 💔)

⚠︎ NSFW BELOW, PROCEED WITH CAUTION ⚠︎

it's around 12 AM on a Saturday night. You were busy today, making it home late. Expecting to find your boyfriend, Jerome asleep already, but instead found him doing something else....

- You make your way home and open up the door, hearing faint noises coming from the bedroom as you frown a little in confusion.

- You walk up to the door and peek in, the door slightly opening as you peek.

- There he was, his pants down to his ankles as he sits on the edge of the bed, his cock in one of his hands as he pumps his hand around it fast.

- Jerome lets out a few groans and quiet whimpers, his eyes shut closed as he groans and whimpers your name.

- You stand there watching for a little, his face flushed and his lip quivering. He continues to jerk off, his toes curling at the feeling. All of a sudden the door creaks and his eyes shoot open as he stares at you.

- He grins and chuckles "like what you see doll?". He says and takes his hand away from his dick, placing it down on the bed as he leans back a little bit. You smile and nod

- "you know, I could use a little help. unless you wanna keep standing there, eyeing me down like that" he says with a smug look on his face. You of course give in and get down on your knees in front of him, taking his cock into your mouth.

- Get ready for a loooong night (and shaky legs in the morning lol)

requests r open ! thank you for reading, have a great day/night ♡

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[fluffykiddosstuff]

transformation (Oswald x monster!reader part 2/end)

okayyyyy this is the part 2 ! there will be smut like i said and fluff ;) enjoy !

warnings : smut, comfort smut, p in v penetration, oral (fem receving), sex without preservatives (please stay healthy !)

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Oswald made everyone leave after asking to amaid to take care of the mess on the floor and bed (well there was just ed and butch tbh) he made you sit on your bed and took your hands.

-y/n my dear..my muse.. i couldn't stop dreaming about the moment i could hold you again..i tought you were dead

-i dreamed about you too but.. i had nightmares too..i was afraid that you were going to kill me or leave me because of my appareance..

tears runned on your cheeks while your boyfriend whiped them with his hands

-no i could never and.. i had nightmares with you too, mind if i do something to put all these thoughts away ?

you nodded and after your permission he kissed you tenderly but hungry at the same time. It was only caresses and soft words at first some "i love you" and "you are perfect" before getting rid of all of your mutual clothing. You breathed softly while the penguin smirked after giving you a sloppy kiss

-let me show you how much i love you my queen

he licked his lips and traced his way down with kisses from your breasts to your lower region. Impatient he started automatically sucking on your clit while fingering you. You moaned his name many times, then he took your legs to have you more against him and going more further into the exploration of your womanhood

-oh fuck oswald...

your head was pressing against your pillow, a hand going in his hair while he continued to make you feel incredibly good. Your back was arching and your other hand took the sheet into your fist. You moaned loudly one last time your lovers name before cumming into his mouth without any shame. He continued to lick a little before pushing back and licking your juices off of his lips. You mewled when the friction got away and blushed when you saw his hungry look on you.

-i missed you so so so much y/n.. i'll assure we will spend more time with each other after this...

he positioned himself on top of you, putting his weight on his good leg. His arms were on each sides of your head but before he could initiate anything you putted your hand on his cheek and stroking it gently

-Ozzy..let me do something so you don't feel pain trough your bad leg

-but

-please ?

he smiled and kissed the hand who was stroking his cheek, even after all you had been trough lately and the fact it was supposed to be about you, you were still worried and taking care of him. you really were the nicest person he had ever met

-gosh i love you so much...

you distracted him with a kiss, tasting yourself in his mouth. you gently flipped him over so you could be sitting on his hips, you looked at him with a satisfying smile and him had a proud smirk. You slowly began to stroke his penis against your own sex wich made you both moan in delight from finally some friction. Oswald caressed your body with his hands, worshiping it before they crashed on your hips. You took the occasion to make him penetrate your vulva. You hissed at the feeling while he moaned under you, a flush going from his cheeks to his ears.

-oh gosh your so warm..it has be so long..you are so beautiful..

-you are handsome too oswald..

you bended over to kiss him and play with his hair. he didn't care if you got them messy, actually he liked that a lot. You started to move making you both moan into the kiss and it quickly begame hotter and needier than before. each kiss was hungry, both of your hands searching each others touch. When Oswald was feeling his balls tightening, meaning he was about to cum soon he started to rub your clit with one of his hands. You moaned and got your forehead against his, sweating and panting.

-please cum with me..make me feel like this is real and not just another dream honey..

and with that minutes after you both cummed on each other sex, your vagina milking his seed inside of you and squeezing him inside of you. You trembled and reached him for a kiss then hugged him in after-sex bliss. he got out of you, that action made you moan and some of his cum leaked from you into your legs and his.

-don't worry we will both be clean after in the shower but first..let's cuddle for a little my dear...

after a good hour of cuddling, soft words and others you both got up and cleaned each other in the shower, while changing yourself oswald had changed the sheets off and was waiting for you in bed. You got into his arms and falled asleep quickly. Oswald kissed your forehead before snuggling with you.

-i'll always love you dear...

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[i-smoke-chapstick]

‘ANGEL,

-GOTHAM!VICTOR ZSASZ X READER-

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; He’s the sadist to your masochist, and he intends to prove it.

⋆ tags/warnings. GOTHAM!victor x female reader. SMUT. pure porn. second part to the “gotham characters eating you out” series. Obsessive victor. Sadist victor. Victor being cannonically a manwhore.

♫ “Love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me.” Angel by Massive Attack

It’s true what they say. You never see him coming, he just appears. Typically it would be used for violence, but no. He showed up at your apartment unannounced an hour ago, just in the shadows. You could still see the dried blood textured on his leather- fresh from the kill. He looked at you like he always had, gaze devoid of anything at all. But no, you’d known better. He was riled up.

The adrenaline from his kills always hit you the hardest and fastest. Typically because, in his words, it meant you were “getting laid” tonight. You didn’t mind, you enjoyed how he tapped his fingers against your window, a soft request to be let in.

After each kill and each scar cut into him, you were the first person he’d see. Allieviate all…underlying tensions still left in his body. When his blood was still pumping from a victims screams, and his cock throbbed hard with the adrenaline of the chase.

You’d known from the begginning something was different about tonight, though. No quick quips, or light conversation before he fucked you. Hell, he’d even sometimes play sudoku on your phone beforehand. But there was no restraining him today. He was fired up.

Which is why, for the past hour, he’s been inbetween your legs, not letting you cum until you say it.

What is it, exactly? You don’t know.

He’s been teasing you all night, tongue pulling away from your folds at even the slightest spasm. You’d already tried begging, and he gave you a sympathetic frown.

“Wrong answer babe…” He trails off, letting your high come down, before his mouth is on you again. His tongue swirls roughly around your clit, and you struggle not to shudder.

A cold, gloved hand holds your thigh up. The other one is thrown over his shoulder. Every now and again he’ll look up at you, smirk on his face. You want to kill him.

His movements against your clit are calculated- flicking gently. Damn him and his expirence. A ladies man. You almost feel jealous- before the feeling of his hands digging into your thigh brings you back to him.

“Ah ah ah.” He tsks, in between rough and gentle kitten licks against your cunt. “Come back to me.” His hand only leaves your thigh to gently snap at you. To bring you back out of your pleasure and running thoughts. He wants every last drop of your attention.

You let out a soft whine, not willing to give in.

“All you have to do…” His tongue dips into your center, and you involuntarily clench up. He keeps his eye contact on you, before departing once more. “Is say it, sweetheart.” You hear the smirk in his voice.

“Say what?” You breathe wildly, desperate to cum. He gives you one more lick, before he pulls out a switchblade from the inside of his suit. Your eyes widen.

He doesn’t answer you, only returns to teasing, this time with a blade in hand. He licks a long stripe from your clit, up and down your thigh, where he places the knife against the delicate plush of your skin. You want to tell him to stop, but you don’t, and so he doesn’t.

The gloved hand drags the knife down only a few inches, and you yelp. A red mark is stuck into your skin. A tally mark on your thigh. He gently sighs, open mouthed at the mark, before swiftly putting the switch blade back in its place.

“Say it.” It comes out as more of a growl this time, as his movements suddenly transform. The soft licks are gone, replaced with the entirety of his lips, eagerly kissing and sucking and licking at the tender flesh.

Between the harsh stinging pain on your thigh and the pleasure of him in between your legs, you feel your orgasm begin again. You search your mind for what he could possibly want from you- you’d already begged please before. Already said his name. Already praised him and proclaimed your devotion a million times over just tonight.

His movements only quicken against the wetness of your slit, and he runs his hands up against the cut in your thigh. You gasp and moan in pain as his fingers dig into the cut, orgasm and burning pain piling up on one another in pure bliss. You feel the tears in your eyes sting, and the build up of release rapidly increasing.

You say the only words left, the only words you know for sure have gone unsaid.

He looks so pretty like this, even with your blood on his hands and your slick around his lips.

“I love you,” You damn near scream, you plead. You need to cum.

And he finally lets you.

At those words, a loud growl rips through him, pain reaching a peak as he plays with the cut on your thigh and expertly devours you. He manhandles your body even closer than what you thought possible, shoving his face into your pussy like a man starved.

He rides you through your orgasm, licking and looking at you. Your chest heaves under him, and your sure the sheets are red from the blood in your thigh.

When he finally parts, he lifts himself over you- so he’s face to face.

He’s a touch too composed for your liking, and he hovers over you. His face blank.

You two lay in scilence, and you feel the burning pain in your thigh more and more as the aftershocks from your orgasm subside.

In a quick movement, he kisses your nose in a quick peck.

“I love you too.” He grins like a school girl- before flopping over next to you as if nothing had happened. “Thats all I wanted to hear,” He shrugs, eyeing the ceiling with his head propped on his hands behind his head.

His smile is the biggest you’ve ever seen.

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