#gotham!verse

his main method of flirting, or at least hinting to you that he's ~in the mood~ is being cruel

like a fuckin kid, i swear, bullying you so you'll try to play fight with him, if not take a knife to his throat (which he would also be absolutely 100% ok with)

but it comes into play a Iot during sex, that kind of cruel taunting, more than teasing, the kind that hits hard in your chest

dominating you in a very physical sense, standing over you, keeping you in your place

reminding you of how much better he is than you, before getting to the real focus, which is how much worse you are than him

it keeps you there, keeps you with him, that gentle reminder of how pathetic you seem, how worthless you really are to him in any capacity

making sure you know that you better make it up to him, or else you'll wind up like everyone else

those disappointments to humanity, wiped out entirely

and any single moment of wekaness displayed while he takes you down will be mocked relentlessly

the focal point of his degrading lectures

watching you, humiliated, licking his patent leather boots to try and get the shine on them he's demanding

grinding yourself against his leg without making eye contact, because you don't deserve that

making sure you're just as pitiful and desperate as he knows you are always

but the nice thing is that he's only letting that out now, so he can spend the rest of his time appreciating you, so you know his aftercare is insane

The mattress below you was soaked in sweat, your body weakening, mouth dry as you let Victor ravage you, bringing you as close to a climax as he decided you deserved over, and over, and over again. The teasing was exciting, at first, but now your body ached for him, and yet it still seemed like he had other plans.

Victor brushed his fingertips down your sternum, his hand reaching your stomach and lingering there until he skirted back up towards your chest. With well-trained trigger fingers, more used to causing violence than pleasure, he flitted over your nipples as he grinned in delight. His teeth glinted in the overhead light as he grinned wide as he caught your eyes. You looked into them, dark and challenging, sparkling with the kind of cruel mischief he usually delighted in, and which you recognised as an almost permanent feature by now.

Lowering his head, he placed a soft kiss on your stomach, following it up in a trail until his lips were close to your nipples, grazing over them. His tongue prodded out, lapping at you as he felt your body rise up off the bed, trying to get closer to him. He took the hint and wrapped his lips around them, sucking softly. He chuckled as he listened to you whining, whimpering almost.

Your eyes prickled with hot tears of desperation. He’d been teasing you for almost an hour, watching your body writhe, ruining your orgasm at the very last minute, and then riling you back up again with his deft fingers and knowledge of every sensitive spot on your body. This was the final straw, his teeth around your stiffening nipples, pulling at them as you began to tremble. You could feel the climax coming again, and he was riding dangerously close to the line. Enough to make you think he might finally be allowing you to let yourself go completely.

But, that of course wasn’t the case.

Your breath hitched as your body prepared for what you hoped was the grand finale, but with a smirk and a giggle, he took his lips from you with a wet popping sound and sat back, not a bit of him in contact with you. He pouted and cooed at you as you groaned in frustration, tutting at your lack of self-control, and for thinking he would be anything less than cruel to you.

ok so he's average height, not like super tall but not short either

so he'd probably still tower over you, which is great for him

gives him a bit of a boost, makes him feel more dominant

but it helps his caring instincts kick in, not that he has much of an instinct for that

but with you it's a bit different, he's willing to display affection and love

and all those other emotions that he finds it difficult to feel for any other person

especially because you seem perfectly suited to him

i mean for starters, your aesthetics match pretty well

he's into the darker things, he dresses almost exclusively in black or dark colours himself

though he prefers somethign sleeker, he's not adverse to some chunky boots or big buckles, fancy rings or spike adornments

so you'd definitely look perfectly matched walking along with him

and he'd be obsessed with putting on your jewellery and accessories, and taking them off again

and he'd be enthusiastic about you getting tattoos or using makeup to match his tally marks too (he's weirdly precious about you not hurting yourself at all so no carving)

(although, in saying that if you were keen to indulge in some knife or blood play he would definitely supervise you or adorn you in some very light grazes... just saying)

but ANYWAY

the other thing that makes you perfect for him is definitely your height

and the fact that you're willing to put on some chunky boots or cute heels to try and match his height too

“Tell me then. Tell me what you want.”

“I uh… I want… you. I want you to fuck me, and touch me, and use me. Maybe you could-”

“Ok, you talk to much.”

Victor gripped your cheeks, pressing them tightly together between his fingers and thumb, watching your lips part and pout out, drool spilling from the corner of your mouth.

“Maybe I should put my dick in your mouth, shut you up, huh?”

Gripping his cock at the base, he lined up his head with your lips, still puckered out like a cheap blow-up doll. Sliding it over them, he pressed his cock inside of you, inch by inch. Slowly at first. But he got brutal pretty swiftly. You gagged, loosening your throat and taking a deep breath through your nose.

“Oh, very good.”

Hitting the bag of your throat, enjoying the way your throat tensed and moved as you coughed against him, he threw his head back. With a deep chuckle, he let his hands fall to your head, gripping the back of it and forcing you to take in more of him with each movement, swallowing him, letting his head disappear down your throat.

“Ok, get up. Move over here. I want to fuck you in front of the mirror. So you can see how good you take it.”

He tugged your hair, lifting you from the floor in front of him. You shuffled on your knees, stumbling as he dragged you, ushering you to just in front of the tall mirror on the floor of his sparse bedroom. Once he could see you, looking to the side to watch you take him, he pulled your head forward again, onto his cock as you sank down the length. Relaxing again, trying to take him as best as you could, you still gagged. Victor thrust his hips forward, fucking you, using you, as you gagged against him.

Raising your hands to his thighs, you tried to steady him, but he slapped them away. There was nothing that was going to stop him from using you exactly how he wanted to, but luckily he was close to the edge.

“Open your mouth and your eyes.”

You leaned back, his cock freed from your mouth with a sordid pop. He took control of it again, rubbing the length hard and fast, aiming his flushed, slickened head over your open lips. Despite the efforts he went to, as he shuddered into his orgasm, his cum spilled in ropes over your face, very little going into your mouth, instead coating your lips and cheeks. He wiped it from under your eye with his thumb, holding your face in his hand, surprisingly gentle.

“You look good with my cum all over your face.”

A soft slap against your cheek, he spoke in a mocking tone, sarcasm and cruelty tainting it.

“Very good job!”

victor is a surprisingly soft boy! but he's not out actively looking for love, it's the kind of thing that just happens

maybe you both reach for the same antique knife

or you're both stocking up on the same ammunition

both of you order the exact same ice cream/sauce/sprinkle combo when you're at the counter

meet-cutes are definitely a way to get his attention, and he's lost in your love pretty much immediately

in his line of work everything has to be fast and quick, and that goes for relationships too

you never know when someone's going to murder you, it could even be him

so you have to live every moment like it could potentially be your last, seize the day and all that

and he lives by that motto

so he'll be seizing you, taking you in his arms and telling you there's no point in delaying happiness when he could whisk you off to some romantic spot (for a contract killing) and romance you enough in one night to last a lifetime

Standing against the wall, you breathed heavily as you felt the incessant twitch of your arms, trying desperately to move in front of you to cover your body. An instinctual act. Especially as you were entirely naked. Exposed. Vulnerable. But the restraints held them together, bound behind you and attached to the wall.

“Are you going to be good now?”

Victor stood in front of you, head tilted and forward, eyebrows raised as he patiently waited for your answer.

“Yes.”

He clapped his hands together once, throwing his head back, staring at you intensely with a pleased smile when he brought it back forward.

“Ok! So, I’m sorry we have to do it this way… actually, I’m not sorry at all.”

He stepped forwards, letting his fingers find the sides of your body, trailing them up and down, bringing your skin up in bumps, anticipation shaking your breath.

“But if you can’t listen to what I say, if you can’t behave, then we need to employ some punishment.”

“But… Victor, I just-”

His hand was round your throat quick, pinning your head back.

“Shut up and listen to me. Please?”

He asked so sweetly, a kiss on your cheek added for good measure. When you nodded without speaking he smiled.

“Good. Now…”

He kissed at your neck, letting his tongue drag over the tendons as you tensed under the touch.

“… if you can’t be polite, then you shouldn’t say anything at all…”

He dug his fingers into your waist, pulling your hips to meet his, his stiff cock against you very obvious, enticing.

“… so unless you have something kind to say about your body…”

He fell to his knees, looking up at you as he ran his leather clad hands up your thighs.

“… then keep your mouth closed, unless your willing to join in on my worship.”

he likes a stand-up makeout session

where he can grab you

reach all the important parts of you

much easier than he would be able to if you were sitting or lying down, either on him or next to him

plus he can pull you against him

he can be romantic

lean you back and dip you

he can push you against the wall and hold you there until he's completely finished with you

he can only kiss you for a maximum of 30 seconds before he pulls away to look at you

smiling wide

laughing almost nervously still

regardless of how long he's been with you

he'll never really get over that awkward shyness when it comes to intimacy of any kind

his kisses always follow the same, set formula

soft kisses, pecks mostly

deeper pressure as he holds his lips to yours

a small flit of his tongue ovre your lips before he pushes it in between your lips

groaning and moaning while he grabs at you

holds you