#birds of prey victor zsasz

[keffirinne]

You would look good in red - part 6 / Victor Zsasz x OC

Ok, we are slowly getting there!

This chapter took me some time, I wanted to mix angst with smut and make it believable - did it work? You'll be the judge.

I love creepy Zsasz.

Enjoy!

Link to ao3: link

Triggers: Blood kink, Play with knives, Zsasz is a creep, cutting her and licking the blood

Chapter 6: Monster

The old staircase creaked in its characteristic way under the weight of Lisa and two heavy shopping bags that she was carrying. Each step raised small clouds of dust into the air making the stairs look like they were coughing. To say that the caretaker neglected his daily duties was not enough, the entire building needed a major overhaul, the dusty staircase was the least of problems. The pipes in the bathroom leaked, some windows in apartments didn't close, and the plate on the elevator saying "out of order" that had been hanging there for more than 2 years already was covered in a thick layer of dust. Although the last thing didn’t usually bother Lisa that much, since she lived on the second floor, today she counted down in her mind till she finally gets home.

She'd had a long and exhausting day on duty, the shopping bags had digged painfully into her hands, and to top it off, she'd dropped a vanilla yogurt in a supermarket, which had splashed on the floor, her shoes and her jeans. She was returning home not only tired but also with already dry, stiff stains on her clothes that were about to be immediately thrown in the laundry bin as soon as she returns.

Having reached her floor, she put the shopping bags against the wall, took the key out of her purse and opened the door. Then, holding it with her foot, she grabbed the bags back and entered the apartment, closing the door behind her. She routinely locked it from the inside and turned on the light. The chandelier illuminated the interior of the two-room, moderately cleaned apartment. The windows facing partly the city, partly the brick wall of the building across the street were closed, just as she had left them. Working as a police officer made her forethought about these things. Lisa put down her bags on the kitchen counter and immediately headed for the bedroom, pulling on stained jeans and sneakers on the way. They landed on the pile of laundry that already looked out of the bin, which heralded better than the calendar that the end of the week was approaching. Returning to the living room connected to the kitchen, she opened the refrigerator and began emptying the shopping bags. 

Later, Lisa was telling herself that she had to know that something was wrong. That for a long time, even in her sleep, she had been accompanied by an insistent feeling of anxiety and awareness that something bad was about to happen. Irrational, unrelated to anything specific, just a palpable feeling at the bottom of her stomach told her to prepare for the worst. Did she actually feel someone's presence in the apartment that day when she was unpacking the groceries? Did she subconsciously anticipate what was to come? Although she later thought so, the truth was that her main focus right now was to get the shopping done as quickly as possible, put the frozen pizza in the oven and spread out comfortably on the couch. Even if some feeling of unidentified uneasiness has been sitting in her for several days, she would by no means have been able to recognize it then as a warning or use it to prepare for imminent danger. 

Done with groceries, Lisa closed the refrigerator and the frosty, chilling air stopped wrapping around her bare legs. Surprisingly, the feeling of cold soon returned but for some reason, this time on her neck. 

Something hard and sharp was pressed to her skin, just right under the chin. The primal instinct of survival kicked in, before she could even acknowledge what was happening. Blood rushed to her head as the body itself noticed the danger, sending warning signals to other organs. Lisa looked down at a male hand decorated with many scars that was clenching on the handle of a folding knife whose blade was pressed against her throat. 

She knew who it belonged to. 

It was only when she heard that low voice, proving to her that she wasn’t hallucinating that a feeling of terror began to descend upon her. 

"Keep your mouth shut, officer."

He didn't even have to say it, the paralyzing fear has robbed Lisa of the ability to make any sound. A single thought ran through her head, so this is how I will die, only to flood her mind a moment later with a quick display of memories from her entire life. 

Zsasz stood so close that she could smell the musky scent of his cologne and the heat emanating from his body, so contrasting with the cold of the blade pressed against her skin. Before he spoke in his low, snarling voice, his scratchy stubble rubbed against her cheek and neck as he brought his nose close to her skin and took in her scent. Like a hunting dog catching his prey, wanting to remember how it smelled. He took a deep sniff of her scent, and a quiet growl escaped his throat. Lisa involuntarily trembled but instantly regretted it, when the pressure on her neck increased.

"I have a few questions for you, officer. Would be good for you if you cooperate. But I don't care if you don’t." His hot breath brushed her cheek as he spoke up again. 

Lisa didn't dare to move, as if being still would guarantee her safety for at least a moment longer. Her gaze was fixed on his hand and the knife it was holding.

"I..." she started but the words caused her pain and immediately got stuck in her throat. Zsasz stroked her face with the top of his hand, as if it was supposed to encourage her to speak up. She trembled again, not awaiting such a tender gesture. 

"Use your words, girl." he added then not so nicely anymore. "I asked you a question."

"Please don't kill me." she choked out finally, surprised how miserable her voice sounded. 

A police officer killed in her own apartment, unarmed and half-naked, she could see the headlines. And she even begged him not to kill her, how embarrassing. Her thoughts ran to the dresser in her bedroom, where she kept her weapon, and with great pain she realized the distance was too far. The nearest set of kitchen knives was also out of her reach. Even if she suddenly darted toward them, she would need a few big jumps to grab one of them, and in that time Zsasz would easily catch her and....

She didn't even want to say it out loud.

Zsasz must have smiled, because his breath tickled her neck, when he parried amused by her request.

"It's up to you, Elisa." To hear him saying her name which she usually abbreviated, was weird. 

"Come." He said and not at all gently pushed her in the direction of the couch, apparently planning to move the conversation from the kitchen into a better place.

Trapped between the deadly weapon in Zsasz’s hand, still tightly pressed to her neck and his strong body, whose proximity was giving her a sense of inappropriate intimacy, she obediently walked in the indicated direction.

He pulled her by the arm and violently pushed her toward the couch, making her sit down. Lisa pressed herself into the backrest, so far away from him as possible and crossed her bare legs to keep the remnants of her dignity. She put one hand to her neck, automatically covering the spot where the blade was touching her. Like a frightened deer chased into a dead end, she crouched in the corner staring at her tormentor with her bright eyes wide open. 

Zsasz dragged himself a chair, sliding them noisily across the panels, and sat down on the very edge of it, leaning over the trembling girl. He still was holding the knife, close enough to be a realistic danger. Lisa was finally able to look at him. A tight, short-sleeved shirt fitted closely over his athletic, lean body to which he wore military pants, similar as she saw him in the warehouse. His face full of scars wasn’t betraying many emotions, she focused on the dark, glittering eyes that were staring at her from under his eyebrows. A small smirk was dancing on his lips, but it wasn’t making him look friendly. She noticed with fright that his gaze was resting on her body, as if he was looking at a particularly interesting painting. Lisa didn’t like the disturbing heat that it awakened in her body. 

She hugged her legs even closer, wanting to hide her half-naked body from him. A short t-shirt and panties were definitely not enough to hide from his gaze. 

"So, what are you up to, officer? You and your boss, Gordon?" Zsasz asked, his casual voice not matching the attitude he was giving. 

"Nothing."

"Don't lie to me, girl. I saw you snooping around Roman's club. What were you searching for?"

"I swear, nothing. I was chasing this kid, he was trying to steal a car. You were there, you must have seen it all."

Zsasz did not look convinced. On the other hand, it was hard to read anything from his face. His fingers were fidgeting with the knife, but his eyes weren’t leaving her. 

“Sounds like a big coincidence. Like before, in the docks.” 

“But this is how it was.”

“Who told Gordon about the docks?”

“I don’t know. He has his informer, but I don’t know who he is.”

A moment of silence fell, during which Lisa strenuously was deluding herself that Zsasz believes her and will let her go. After all, she was telling the truth. His eyes resembled a lie detector, even if she wanted to lie to him, it seemed impossible. They were dark, firm, with a glimpse of something dangerous and unidentified. When they slid for a moment lower, to her exposed body, a strange wave of heat flooded her again. They didn't change its expression but a sting of embarrassment appeared in Lisa's chest. 

When Zsasz spoke again, his voice didn't spell anything good. 

"It really pisses me off when someone lies to me."

He suddenly stood up from his seat, Lisa trembled at this unexpected movement, sinking even deeper into the couch. 

“No, no, please. I’m telling the truth.” she said in an exasperated voice, still somehow believing that the truth would ensure her survival. “The arrest was only a provocation. Gordon has an informer, one of Roman’s men, but I don’t know who it is. I swear that’s all I know. I was outside the club by accident, I swear.”

Her words didn't make much of an impression on him. Maybe he believed her, or maybe he just didn't care. The dangerous glint in his eyes tended to lean toward the latter. 

Zsasz leaned over her, resting one knee next to her bare legs, the weapon still in his hand. She reflexively stretched her hands toward the knife, wanting to push it away, but he easily caught both her wrists and held them in the tight grip.

She tried to break away from him with a small squeal of fear, but when the cold blade danced on her cheek, she immediately stopped. 

"They will be looking for me." she almost cried. 

"I'll make sure they don't find you." 

Zsasz lifted her wrists above her head, while he himself knelt over her legs, trapping them between his knees and straddling her. The fact that only the thin material of her panties was keeping her most intimate area from him was really worrying. Zsasz didn’t miss it, his eyes glanced briefly at her bare thighs. 

"But you're gonna be the first suspect. Gordon won't let it go." she continued.

"You wanna bet?"

The blade sunk dangerously into the skin on her cheek, almost cutting it. Lisa's breathing accelerated rapidly. 

"Zsasz. Victor. I swear I'm telling the truth."

She clenched her eyes, wanting very much not to start crying. Tears would make her look pathetic. However, it didn’t succeed and a single hot drop ran down her face. 

Zsasz slowly leaned towards her face as if he wanted to kiss her and dragged his tongue across her cheek, licking away the tear. Her body shuddered as his warm and wet tongue glided over her skin. A gesture that only confused her, postponing the imminent torture. 

"Even your tears taste sweet, girl." he whispered.

He replaced his tongue with the knife and let it slide across her skin. If it weren't for its sharp tip, it would have resembled a tender gesture as if he was gently stroking her face with a finger. Her heart was beating fast, but besides the icy grip of fear in her stomach, she felt also a strange tingling of warmth in her lower abdomen. 

"Red looks good on you."

She followed his gaze to realize that he was referring to her panties, the disturbing heat only intensified. Zsasz only smiled wider, presenting his two gold teeth and gently ran the blade across her cheek again, not cutting the skin, just letting her feel its pressure. She fled with her eyes to the side, unable to face him. Not now, not when her mind was playing tricks on her. The mixture of fear and arousal, like in her dream, was pushing her into a direction she didn’t want to follow. Zsasz, however, did not allow this, he grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him. The blade of the knife pressed harder into her skin, making her obey. 

"Look at me." He commanded in a low voice. 

With a pounding heart, she shifted her gaze, tears dancing in her eyes. A shameful blush appeared on her cheeks.

Zsasz rewarded her obedience with a mocking smile.

"Good girl. It's almost a shame to cut such a lovely face." 

“You don’t have to.”

“But I want to.”

He moved the blade across her neck like a finger, and then she felt it, the sting when the skin parted under the incision. She automatically shivered and hissed, despite it didn’t hurt that much. 

Zsasz looked as if he were in ecstasy, his usually stony face was now stretched in an expression of sadistic excitement. He brought his lips to the just-formed wound and kissed it. His tongue danced on her skin as he licked the red, metallic tasting drops that already started to seep from the cut. Lisa's mind whirled, for lack of ability to process what had just happened and how she should have reacted. She was expecting more pain, instead he was nibbling and sucking in an almost teasing way. Her breath quickened, making her chest rise and fall in quickly. The contradiction of these mixed signals didn’t allow her to think clearly.

"You do taste sweet, girl."

He was hunting her in her nightmares, hiding in the recesses of her mind and now was in front of her. As real as the goose bumps on Lisa’s arms and arousal in her groins. Was this a strange attempt of her fucked up mind at denial? To redirect the terror into something else?

Zsasz’s face, full of scars, was curved into a sadistic smile, a mix of madness and excitement painted in his eyes. Lisa realized that this whole situation was turning him on, her fear, the violence and the control he had over her. She watched him as he licked his lips, wiping the red spots of her blood from them. 

“Does it turn you on?” she asked quietly, surprising herself with this question. 

“This? Sure, officer. I was thinking about what you taste like for some time already.”

The attitude of a silent killer she used to see before was now gone. Zsasz couldn’t hide his excitement, he was breathing quicker, his eyes were gleaming with dangerous sparkles. He took a step back to look at her, like an artist proudly admiring his masterpiece. 

Why didn’t she scream? There were neighbors living behind the wall, someone would definitely hear her. 

Instead, she brought her hand to the wound, touched it, to stretch her fingers out in front of her and take a look. They were covered in light, red blood that was slowly trickling down her fingers, marking its path. Lisa didn’t wince, the wound didn’t hurt that much. It stung at the beginning and now was pulsing and prickling a bit. 

Zsasz growled with approval, pleased with how carefully she was watching the cut he made.

He grabbed her hand and without taking his eyes off her, put her fingers in his mouth and licked the running down blood. Lisa involuntarily bit her lip as she felt his hot breath and his tongue gliding over her fingers. 

“Look at you, officer. You don’t cry anymore.”

“Did you come here to kill me?” she asked quietly and swallowed. Her mouth suddenly felt dry.  

“Naah. My boss has other plans.” he answered with a slight disappointment and brushed her cheek with his thumb. 

“I told you everything I know. It’s the truth.”

“I know.”

Zsasz took a breath out to maintain his composure and brought the blade closer to her neck again, but this time Lisa stopped him by gently grabbing his hand. 

"Could you... put that down?" She asked quietly. 

He frowned, not liking the request. 

“Please?”

She let go and moved her hands to his chest, leaving him with the choice. Rested them on his chest, she felt the outline of his muscles under her fingers and the warmth beating from his body. A thrill of excitement went through her. Zsasz watched her with a grimace of discontent, but also a slight confusion. He let her move her hands higher, waiting to see what she was going to do. She wandered higher, to his neck, tracing the line of one of his scars with her fingertips. Zsasz narrowed his eyes and let out a low growl. Gently stroking his skin, she lifted her hand to cup his cheek, but he unexpectedly grabbed her wrist. 

His gaze was stiff, watching her face closely, trying to find any trace of falsity in it. For a moment the two stared at each other. The wound on her neck had stopped burning, or maybe she had stopped noticing it. 

An incomprehensible and unspoken agreement hung in the air between them as they both stared at each other in silence. Zsasz looked as if he was wrestling with his thoughts, as he looked at his knife and then at Lisa. It was possible that her life depended on this decision, or maybe he was just analyzing his options.

"Huh." he finally chuckled, more to himself. "This can be interesting."

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@thegreatwicked

[sweeetestcurse]

Chris Messina as Victor Zsasz 01/??

[mordredisacoolname]

HEADCANONS: SU!SIDE SQUARE/BIRDS OF PREY CHARACTERS

Are they top or bottom/sub or dom

MALE READER

CHARACTERS: HARLEY QUINN, DEADSHOT (FLOYD LAWTON), RICK FLAG, CAPTAIN BOOMERANG (GEORGE "DIGGER" HARKNESS), EL DIABLO (CHATO SANTANA), POLKA DOT MAN (ABNER KRILL), THE HUNTRESS (HELENA BERTINELLI), BLACK CANARY (DINAH LANCE), VICTOR ZSASZ

Warnings: N/SFW, amab reader implied, ADULT CONTENT READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

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Harley Quinn

-I can see her being both a dom and a sub

-really depends on her mood at that moment

-she can be all submissive and a pillow princess one moment, and the next thing you know she's on top of you pinning your hands down

Deadshot/floyd Lawton

-he's a top one hundred percent

-I like to think he tried bottoming for a man one time (whether it was you or not) and didn't like it

-now for the other question, is he a dom or a sub?

-he can be both, but either way he'll be in charge

-you're on top of him controlling the pace? Nah ah, he's secretly the one in charge

-you don't know how it's possible but it's all going according to what he wants

Rick flag

-I see him being a switch

-depend on his mood

-when he's angry he wants to fuck you to defuse the tantion, but when he's in a good mood he likes getting fucked by you

-but he's totally a sub

-he likes letting go of control and trusting his partner to do what's right

Captain boomerang/George "digger" harkness

-he'll never admit this to anyone besides you but he really likes being fucked

-he's a sub, no questions

-at the beginning he only tops, too embarrassed to ask you to top

-however when you do, his world flips upside down

-he won't admit he likes it right away, saying it was "ok", but he just keeps thinking about it and eventually submits to his desires

-oh how he loves being so roughed up he cant feel his legs for the next two days

El Diablo/chato Santana

-he's definitely a sub top

-he likes when you ride him

-gripping his shoulders and setting the pace however you like

-he also really enjoys being teased and tied up

Polka dot man/Abner krill

-I feel like he enjoys fucking someone rather than being fucked, even tho he doesn't really mind either way

-he's very shy at the beginning, so you think he's a sub

-and even tho he really likes being told what to do, he also enjoys being in charge very much

-but when he doms he's a soft dom, doesn't like hurting you

The huntress/Helena bertinelli

-I see her as a switch

-enjoys both subbing and domming, but prefers subbing

-likes letting go of control and just feeling good without doing much

Black Canary/Dinah Lance

-oh she's definitely a Dom

-will literally destroy you

-she has so much energy, when you have sex get ready for at least two rounds

-she's also a teaser, likes seeing you desperate and begging for her

Victor zsasz

-he likes displaying himself as a big tough guy, how dare you suggest him being on the bottom

-but he is

-he can be a sub and a dom just fuck him hard

-will literally let you do anything to him, scratch him, choke him, slap him, he's all yours

-but if you say something about it to others you better run

-also he's totally a brat

[mcudc616]

Birds of Prey (And the Fantabulous Emancipation of One Harley Quinn)

[crucifiix]

Is that a snot bubble? Ew, gross.

[blacktallymaskat]

Four years... FOUR YEARS!!!

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

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

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

[lunar-knight84]

LITTLE BIRDIE

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[batterbutter]

[misterzsasz]

probably my most turbocringe edit yet

[thingsasbarcodes]

Birds of Prey (and the Fantabulous Emancipation of One Harley Quinn) (2020)

[clericxhood777]

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

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

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

[keffirinne]

My small appreciation of Mr. Zsasz 🩷🔪

Working on Zsasz one shot right now 😎 will be posting something smutty soon 🙃

Made with alcohol markers and crayons

[victorcaoz]

🗣️📣📣NUEVO MODELO EXÓTICO EN GOTHAM CITY 🗣️📣📣

WIP

Estoy trabajando en una AU donde Victor Zsasz de aves de presas (Vean la película gente) es un modelo de joyas y Román se enamora de él (Como es canon en la película). Todo gracias a una amistad y los comentarios de una señora en facebook a un modelo que nos hizo dar la idea (Vivan las señoras de facebook!!) JAJAJAJ.

Suena muy random! Lo sé! Pero es genial!

No puede resistirme ha mostrar adelantos de los dibujos!! Kajdjajsfbje. Espero terminarlo pronto jaja ( Ya tengo como 200 WIP).

PDT: Te entendemos Román, te entendemos.

[auughhtm]

[anindecisivespirit]

You know, maybe the dream is to be a fucked up little bodyguard for a fucked up boss, and to be able to say ‘hey there, boss, easy now’ and rub their shoulders homoerotically, and to have them look into your eyes as your hands are stained in blood and have them say “good work” as they smile at you, and you lean on each other because you know you can be weak with them, and they hold every broken fucked up part of you and accept it, and everyone sees you and thinks ‘are they…? No. Maybe?? No… they’ve gotta be!! No…”

Maybe the dream is loyalty love and devotion stained in blood and fealty.

[nesari]

I really don’t have no words

But here He is…