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#Roman sionis x Reader
moonlit-imagines · 4 months
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You’ve Got the Wrong Guy!
Roman Sionis/Victor Zsasz x adoptive!reader
warnings: blood/gore. u know. BOP movie icky stuff
a/n: silly little gif
prompt: @jokekinsjoke505: “Hey I need a new adoptive father's Roman and victor because I think this will be a good idea where either they kidnapped the wrong kid and it ended up with Roman and victor adopted the reader or that one day that the reader walks in while victor is peeling off a face and Roman are eating popcorn watching it happened but they just says ' I'm to tired for this shit' before walking out again and then acted like it never happened.”
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“Who does this child belong to?” Asked Roman to his mercenary and dear friend, Victor. In front of him was Victor holding you, a small child, calm in demeanor despite being taken from the comfort of your own home and family.
“Maroni.” Victor replied without a single doubt. “That’s who you told me to grab and I grabbed the kid. Just like you asked. One cool kid if you ask me.” Victor continued, noticing Roman getting visibly upset. “I don’t get it, what’s the problem?”
“That!” Roman shouted, startling you enough to start struggling from Victor’s grasp. He gently set you down as Roman tore him a new one. “That’s the problem, you don’t even see your failure!” You stood behind the bleach-blonde man, trying to understand what was happening, you were just waiting for the ice cream you were promised, you were so hungry. “That’s not Maroni’s kid. I don’t even know who that is? Did you take some random child off the street?”
“I, uh, I don’t know. I could’ve sworn this is the kid.” Zsasz answered.
“I’m hungry.” You quietly mumbled, just loud enough for them to hear you.
“Yeah, I’ll get you something in just a second.” Zsasz assured you, patting your head gently as Roman kneeled down to your height. You flinched and backed up a step, remembering his blind anger from just moments before. “It’s alright, he’s a good guy.”
“Who are you, dear?” Roman asked you in such a kind manner that you completely forgot how scary he was.
“Y/N.” You simply stated.
“Where are your parents, y/n?” Roman questioned further.
“I don’t know…” You sighed. “I didn’t see them for a few days.” Roman looked up to Victor with worry in his eyes, and was surprised to see a smile on his face.
“Can we keep them?” Victor giggled a bit, even more when you grabbed his leg. “Please?”
“Y/N, would you want to stay with us instead of your parents?” Roman had asked you a very heavy question for a young child, but you had no idea what he would really be asking of you. Of course, you didn’t come from a happy life and this already seemed better. You just wanted a sense of belonging.
“Can I get ice cream?” You innocently requested of them.
“Of course, dear! What kind?”
“Uhhh…chocolate!”
“Victor, go get y/n some chocolate ice cream!” He commanded and Victor ran to fulfill your wish. “So, you’ll stay here?” He asked you once more.
“Yeah!” You exclaimed and hugged him around the neck. He felt his heart melt at your embrace and hugged you back, lifting you up to take you with him to the kitchen. “So, who are you?” You asked him.
“I’m Roman. And my partner over there is Victor.” He smiled to himself. In a matter of moments, he’d created a family. One he’d kill for.
Once you were given your bowl of ice cream, you were sold on this new life. Truth be told, you didn’t have the greatest parents. They were absent and neglectful, which was the exact reason Victor found you all alone. It was still unknown why he mistook you for the child of a notorious mobster. Roman had his suspicions that Victor had planned this, but he laid them aside knowing this was good for them. For you all.
The two of them scrambled to make you a room, promising to buy you anything you would ever want when tomorrow rolled around. You were thrilled to be taken in by these two strange men, forgiving both of them in your young, impressionable mind. Roman, for his anger, and Victor, for kidnapping and misleading you.
“Victor.” Roman lowly said after you were tucked in. “I do apologize for raising my voice at you.”
“It’s okay, I understand.” Victor looked down at the table, then felt a hand wrap around his.
“No, I shouldn’t have done it. Especially when you’ve improved our lives so much.” Roman sat beside him. “I don’t even care about that Maroni kid anymore. This is what I care about now. You and y/n.”
“You mean that?” Victor smiled and relaxed his tense body, worried that his mistake would be unforgivable. But Roman always forgave Victor, that was what made them so special. Now they had a new challenge to tackle together: fatherhood.
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Years after you’d been adopted by the pair of criminals with high status in the underworld, you’d grown quite accustomed to their behavior. It wasn’t unusual to find Roman frantic or angry, or a bit violent at times. But never toward you, he wouldn’t dare lay a hand on you or raise his voice to you. You could do no wrong.
You could also find Victor coming home from a late night, covered in blood—be it his own from a mark or someone else’s from a job—and being very nonchalant about it. It was always, “y/n! I’m glad you’re up! Would you like some ice cream?” They never left the freezer understocked, even if ice cream wasn’t your favorite anymore.
But there was one “normal” you’d never really get used to, even if you were used to their brutality. Roman was a well-respected crime boss, and to keep that respect intact, he had to do some rather gruesome things.
Well, he didn’t have to. It was a personal choice for him, you could almost consider it a hobby at this point.
You’d been looking for your fathers for going on an hour now, needing some permission slip signed for school. You wandered all their possible routes hoping to catch them across one, asking around to any lackey you managed to catch. No one had an answer for you, so you continued on until you stumbled onto a horrible scene.
One father held a segment of his victim’s hanging skin from their face as they shrieked at the top of their lungs. The sound pierced your eardrums and you winced momentarily. Then you saw the other leaned back in his seat with a bag of popcorn in hand, yelling words of encouragement to Roman, as if he needed them.
“You guys are really something.” Your voice startled them both, so much that you nearly had a gun pulled on you.
“Y/N! You scared us, I’m sorry!” Victor jumped up and ran to give you a comforting hug. “I wouldn’t have shot you, I promise.” You patted him on the back.
“I believe you, Dad.” You mumbled into his shoulder. “Can you just sign this thing real quick? Make sure there isn’t any blood on your hands.” Victor pulled away and wiped his hands on his shirt.
“Of course, of course. Roman, are you almost done with that? We should take our dear y/n out for a nice dinner soon, they deserve it.” Victor explained as he grabbed the pen and paper from your hands.
“Sure, that sounds nice. I should be done in a few minutes. Don’t rush me.” Roman continued dragging the knife under his chained victim’s skin and you shook your head at the sight. By now, this didn’t even faze you, it was just another day in your life. Well, maybe the first few times you had nightmares, but you weren’t a little kid anymore. Now, you could care less what your fathers did for work. So long as they gave you the world and their love, life was good.
taglist: @locke-writes // @captainshazamerica // @ravenmoore14 // @randomfandomimagine // @summersimmerus // @bad4amficideas // @xoxobabydolls // @evilcr0ne // @amirahiddleston // @sydknee624 // @thedarkqueenofavalon // @elenavampire21 //
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tarrenterror25 · 2 months
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It's soft bitch hours.
Thinking about Harvey with an s/o who gently kisses the burned side of his face.
Thinking about Roman with an s/o who peppers his mask with kisses.
Thinking about scary crime bosses Two-Face and Black Mask with partners who go out of their way to show that they're not scared of them and accept all of them.
Anon, for Harvey I literally think about this exact scenario about twice a day.
Please, an S/O for him who kisses his burned side, holds his burned hand, snuggles up to his scarred side, their bare skin on his. He needs to know he's still capable of being loved 🥺 soft bitch hours indeed!!😭
Kissing Roman's mask will have his knees buckling! A soft sigh escaping him and hearing it from behind his mask as he closes his eyes and leans into you and just holds you.
Need to shower the big bads with love and affection 💕
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finniestoncrane · 1 month
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Regarding Black Mask having sadistic kinks…he would totally give his partner instructions that are impossible to follow (telling them not to make any noise and then doing something guaranteed to make them moan/scream) just so he can punish them when they can’t do it
Keep Quiet
Arkham!Black Mask x GN!Reader, word count: 1.4k ok be nice to me be kind to me this is my first black mask thing, and i gotta be honest, it's nice to write someone being a complete bastard who just is a complete bastard. reader has been paid by roman in an undisclosed agreement to be his little puppy, but he might be a bit rougher than they imagined... 💀 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: mentions of a monetary arrangement, sub/dom dynamics, rough oral sex, spanking, slapping, humiliation, degradation, sadomasichism, crying, pet play
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"Keep. Quiet."
Those were the key words, the rules you were given. They'd been printed on the bottom of the invite card. They were uttered to you by the henchman who was posted at the door to the office. And Roman Sionis himself had uttered them slowly, cruelly, as he watched you undress and guided you to the slick, black platform in the middle of the room.
"Keep quiet. Don't make a sound. I'd hate to have to punish ya."
He turned on his heel, bright red flashing on the bottom of the polished, black leather dress shoes. With a dry chuckle, he turned again, leaning down once more so his face was level with yours where you lay face down on the platform in the middle of the room, though his was hidden behind the matte black skull mask he wore.
"I lied. Punishin' ya would be... well it'd be pretty fuckin' good. But I'm feelin' generous tonight, y'know?"
You nodded, perhaps a little too enthusiastically, as you realised that perhaps the reward here didn't quite make up for the risk. You got money, you got pleasure. But you potentially lost everything at the hands of Black Mask. Violent, notorious, and unpredictable.
Or maybe, you considered, it was worth the risk, given how quickly you felt the pit of your stomach warm, how your heartbeat skipped slightly, how your arousal tingled through you at the thought of those last three attributes. Handsome, yes. Rich, of course. Powerful, naturally. But those were nowhere near as arousing as the volatile behaviour you'd heard tell of being exhibited by Roman in the past. You wanted to experience that for yourself, truth be told. Apathetic, yes. But curious more than anything.
You wondered why you had to be quiet. Some of the others, the ones who had been hired by Roman before, had told you that he had the room bugged. That suggested that perhaps a loud scream might not be picked up well on the mics and would ruin his recording. But then why would he bug the room if he didn’t want any sound? Unless he just wanted to hear himself… But this was Roman Sionis. If he wanted to record any kind of sound, he wouldn’t do it covertly, and certainly not with anything less than the best equipment.
So was it perhaps something to do with the fact that you were in his office, within his building? His employees were right there, just beyond the walls. Maybe he would be embarrassed if they heard what was going on? But of course, he wouldn’t be. Either the walls were soundproofed to allow him to be as heinous as he wanted, or, more likely, they were paper thin so everyone could hear exactly what was going on. After all, who of his employees was going to risk saying anything to him.
And then, you settled on the realisation that it was control. He had control over you completely. From how much you wore, to where you lay, to how much sound you could make in his presence, regardless of what kind of damage he intending to inflict on you. No one spoke back to him, least of all the playthings he was paying. You were there to lay still and be keep quiet. So you close your eyes, letting your body, laying face down, sink into the surface of the podium you had been so sarcastically placed upon, and considered what might be about to happen to you.
Just as your mind began to wander further, causing your heart rate to increase, you felt the sharp, smooth crack of his palm against your rear. The flesh on one of your cheeks heated immediately in response to the smack. You didn’t have time to process the sudden invasion of your personal space before Roman was smacking the other side. His hand switched between your two cheeks, covering your ass in deep, rounded welts as his leather glove came into contact with your red, trembling skin. Over and over, the pain getting stronger either through the repetitive nature or the increase in force, in violence, behind his smacks. Until he suddenly stopped, his heavy breaths getting louder as he walked around you, his finger stroking along your curves as he made his way around to your head.
“Roll over.”
You did as he instructed, and were met with cruelty even then.
“Good dog. Do you know any more tricks then?”
You couldn’t tell whether you should answer or not, so you stayed silent, staring into what you could make out of his eyes beneath the dark mask. With a surprisingly gentle hand, he let his fingers spread through your hair, stroking it, soothing you almost, before he gripped it close to your scalp and tugged sharply. As he pulled your body towards him, you scrambled on your palms, trying to pull your body up the platform, closer to him, where he wanted you to be, until you were laying with your head completely off the edge. Upside down. Waiting for his next move. You opened your mouth to speak, to protest the uncomfortable position, but you were stunned back into silence as his palm cracked your face.
“Don’t even think about talkin’, sweetheart. Keep. Quiet. Keep fuckin’ quiet.”
You nodded, the sting of tears forming in the corners of your eyes. You worried that he might offer further punishment for this display of emotion, but instead he crouched down once again to your level and tutted.
“You dumb animal. Not quite as clever as I thought you were, huh pooch?”
He watched as you swallowed your nerves, throat tensing with the motion.
“Nervous, eh? Good. You should be.”
He placed a finger between your sternum, following it to between your collarbones, then trailing it up your throat to your chin as you watched him, his eyes keeping focus on where he was touching you.
“You know, if there’s one thing I truly hate…”
Roman paused, licking the lips of his mask, eyes narrowing as he took in your pitiful form before him.
“… it’s a puppy who isn’t housebroken.”
His fingers were suddenly tensing, putting pressure on your throat. Constricting your breathing ever so slightly. Enough to cause you to panic before you tried to calm yourself down, preserving the remaining breath in your lungs.
“You gonna whine, little puppy? You gonna howl an’ cry?”
Working against the strength of his grip, you managed to shake your head, a gesture which was met with a deep, dark chuckle from Roman.
“Good. I don’t have time to go take you to be put down.”
Your tears welled up as his grip got tighter, but you fought against the instinct to raise your hands and pull him away from you. If you could just see it through, keep calm, stay still, it’d be over soon. And it was. He let go, leaning forward to admire the dark imprints his fingers had left on your skin.
“See, that wasn’t so bad, was it?”
A rhetorical question. He knew by the streaks of tears that were stinging your eyes as gravity carried them back towards them that it had been an ordeal.
“I told ya. I paid for ya, I ain’t gonna break ya. Not this soon, anyway. Not before I’ve had my fun.”
Your pupils widened as he brought his hands to the zipper at the front of his white, pinstripe pants. He reached his fingers inside the fabric and pulled out his cock, fingers wrapped around the base as he approached you. Inhaling only through your nose, you tried to keep your mouth closed, silently signalling to him your thoughts on what he was proposing. But he wasn’t proposing it, and he had no intentions of asking for your opinion.
He forced his cock into your mouth, pushing it between your lightly pursed lips, his head hitting the back of your throat as he pushed his entire length into you. There was no hesitation, no hint of him letting up despite the fact that you were now quietly choking on him. When you gagged and let out a whine, an involuntary noise, he whipped his cock out of your throat, drool spilling onto your face.
“If I have to tell you again, you are gonna be one sorry pup.”
Pressing a finger to your lips, you watched in silence as his cock twitched, clearly aroused by the control he held over you.
“Keep. Quiet.”
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chloe-skywalker · 3 months
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Bad This Time - Roman Sionis
Roman Sionis x Fem!Reader (Joker & Harley Daughter)
Warnings: none
Word count: 201
Summary: Being the daughter of Joker & Harley and dating Roman Sionis. But when her mother had been disturbing his business.
Authors Note: First Roman Sionis imagine.
Masterlist
DC Masterlist
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“Sweet;s.” Roman greeted Y/n with a kiss on the cheek and a wide smile.
“Roman.” Y/n greeted back.
“Your mother is here. Again.” He told her as they turned and headed towards the bar.
“I noticed.” Y/n glanced over to where she saw her mother dancing on a table.
Roman tilted his head letting out a breath. “Sweet’s I don’t think I need to say it, but-”
Y/n nodded looking down at her signature drink the bar keep placed in front of her. “I know. She’s been more out of control lately.”
Roman noticed Y/n’s glum expression and he didn’t like it. It didn’t sit well in his chest. “Mind sharing?”
Y/n let out a stressed sigh. “Her and dad broke up. Again. But it’s bad this time.”
“How bad this time?” Roman asked, wrapping his arm around her waist and started to rub circles into her hip.
“She burned down Ace Chemicals. That was their place.” Y/n told him looking up into his eyes. They both knew how bad that was without further words needed.
“Don’t worry, Sweet’s.” Roman squeezed her closer, his way of saying that he’ll help her through this.
Taglist: @padawancat97
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Any rogues react on the fact that their S/O in past repeatedly frauded IRS and tell something like "if you want advice or two, feel free to ask".
Joker
Jaw drops. At first, he is scared. Are they not afraid? But then he realizes who he has on his side.
Gets on his knees. TEACH HIM!
Would be in awe and tell other Rogues how badass his new S/O is.
He has notebook where he writes everything down, it's like having a class.
Black Mask
Ha, nice one doll. IRS honesty is scared of him after what he did last time they tried to get his money so he isn't in need of it.
Still finds it admirable.
Penguin
Well, well, well. Does they need a job? He needs a good secretary for his money.
Will take their advice.
Pretty proud of them.
Poison Ivy
Fuck with corporation? Sign her up.
She finds it cute. Her little terror.
Would tell the tips to Sirens.
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acapelladitty · 3 months
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Can I please have a 5 sentence prompt for Black Mask x reader with the word “belt” (xoxo I love your work 🙃. There are so many words I wanted it was so hard to pick one. This man is so daddy.)
"Crawl."
Legs spread as he reclines in his chair, the carpet of his office burns against your bare knees as you shuffle towards him with your head bowed to the floor in panicked submission. Mouthing at the bulge of his cock through his suit trousers in an attempt to lessen his anger as you reach his position, his hand is quick to wrap around your hair and yank your head back viciously.
"I'll be fucking that throat when I'm finished so don't even try it you little slut."
Whimpering, your scalp burns as he lets you go and you clamp your teeth around the leather of his belt; knowing that soon you'll be screaming over his desk as he snaps it across your defenceless skin until he's satisfied with his punishment.
Send me a prompt and I'll write a five sentence fic for it.
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hereticpriest · 2 months
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Masterlist
MDNI
Series
Mercy
Rating: Explicit 18+
Relationship: Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader
To begin with, some warnings about this story: A/B/O Dynamics, Female Alpha, Male Omega, Some chapters may involve messing with the whole 'alphas are always dom and omegas are always sub' because I think nuance exists even in A/B/O dynamics, Fucking with the timeline (this is a blend of Canon, Legends, and original lore), Minimal use of Y/N (Explained in the first chapter), Reader is an alien species of my own creation and thus has a physical description, Familial bonds explored heavily, Clone rights explored heavily, Violence is more graphic than canon-typical however any graphic descriptions will be noted, AFAB reader, Not beta-read so I apologize for any mistakes.
Read on AO3
Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six - Part Seven - Part Eight - Part Nine - Part Nine Point Five - Part Ten -
Miniseries
The Typist - Laszlo Kreizler and his bitey wife
Bite - Laszlo Kreizler x reader ft odaxelagnia
Chew - Laszlo Kreizler x reader ft odaxelagnia, prequel to Bite
Swallow - Laszlo Kreizler x reader ft odaxelagnia, prequel to Bite and sequel to Chew
Oneshots
The Bath - Baron Helmut Zemo x Reader ft cockwarming
Pyrrhic - Baron Helmut Zemo x Reader ft 14k of HYDRA being the worst and Helmut Zemo being a consent king
Ctrl and Power - Ernst Schmidt x Reader ft rough sex and secret relationships
Sriracha - Dirk Brûlée x single mom!reader ft sex toys/sybian
Requests and Prompts
Reader likes to come up behind Zemo and kiss or bite him
Roman Sionis fucking reader in his club and being a show off about it (and also he's a total switch)
Roman Sionis making female reader cockwarm him during a gang meeting
Obi-Wan Kenobi noticing female reader's tattoos after sex and pausing to enjoy them
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Happy Valentine’s Day :) Can I please request a love letter from Black Mask who’s on a business trip and misses his fiancée? Maybe a little nsfw because he’s so possessive. Thank you ❤️.
"Lonely Nights" Black Mask x Reader Love Letter (Valentine's 2024 Event)
Fuck yes you can! So much Black Mask love from you guys this year. This ask is for the ongoing Valentine's Day Event!
TW: NSFW
The letter looks to be written on printer paper, creased in threefold to fit inside the envelope. The writing itself is an articulate cursive, indicating someone who was taught to write in the style from a young age. Standard black ink from a ballpoint pen. Some of the curves and loops showed ink running out. A coffee stain on the bottom of the page.
(Your name),
I miss you something awful. I can't fucking stand that I can't call you whenever. Sure you do too. It's to keep us both safe, know that. Cold here. Keep thinking about waking up next to you and warming my hands between your legs. Then all I've got is hard wood and you won't leave my mind.
It's not just the sex I keep thinking about. It's the smell of you, the way you laugh at my dumb jokes. I want to hear your voice. I get so pissed off, I keep waiting to feel your hand on my shoulder telling me it'll be okay. Get jealous sometimes thinking of anybody trying to move in while I'm gone. You'd never I trust you It's dumb I get worried about it with you.
You'd tell me. And when you did tell me, I'd just have to make sure everybody fucking knows you're mine when I get back. Would you like that? Can't let there be slack just because I miss you.
Sides all that, it's boring as fuck out here. I'll be back in a week if everything goes okay.
Love you
Roman
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gothamitelove · 11 months
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Hello!
Can I have Black Mask with a crush on a baker who doesn't seem to notice his affections? But like... they're really just dense towards it XD
YES alright *cracks knuckles* god i love oblivious readers (bc i know good and well that i'd be one)
black mask w/oblivious!reader:
poor dude is literally doing The Most with you and it is completely missing you. mans is halfway out of his mind about it
he's tried literally everything. cheek kisses, putting his arm around you, complimenting you incessantly, the works, and you're still out here like "i have a good friend :)"
at some point he Will end up just grabbing you and kissing you firmly on the mouth to get the point across just because he really does need you to know
the are you fucking kidding me aspect takes over the what if it's unrequited fear and there we are, you know
plus the fact that roman is not a very patient guy...
also of course if you're into baking he's always trying out the stuff you make, always complimenting it ("sure, it's good. no sweeter than you, though.")
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1donoow · 10 months
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DC VILLAINS REC
On going
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♡ - smut
Most of them are fluff
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<a/n>i somewhat explain why there's alot in my pin post
jervis tetch
the valeska twins
roman sionis
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@fetish4jugglos - gotham villains with their s/o
@thejsquadswhore - headcannon with the j squad
@lonleywriters-blog - gotham villains with a sexually dominant s/o
- gotham villains when s/o stroke their hair
@witchthewriter - being in a poly relationship with harley quinn and poison ivy would include
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jervis tetch
@cactusmisslittle - burnt sugar
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the valeska twins
@valeskawhore - patients 07 and 08 (Psychiatrist! reader)
- jerome and jeremiah with a chubby bimbo reader
@fangirl--writes - relationship with the twins
@darkmoviesquotespizza - old library
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jeremiah valeska
@darkmoviesquotespizza - jeremiah the puppet
@plus-size-reader - black and blue
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jerome valeska
@darkmoviesquotespizza - my personal photographer
- greek gods
- it tastes like fried chicken
- trust
- new mommy ♡
- giggling little "girl"
@southern-fried-simpin - jerome with a flirty hostage
@clean-bands-dirty-stories - trouble
@generic-wattpad-badboy - dating jerome valeska
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roman sionis
@stardancerluv - a night out pt 4
- being a couple
- gotham surviving the pandemic pt.8
@starshipsofstarlord - dove
@the-fo0l - yandere!roman sionis
@parvulous-writings - drunken roman
@like-rain-or-confetti - when he sleeps
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moonlit-imagines · 3 months
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warnings: guns/violence
a/n:
requested by @jokekinsjoke505
The gunfire from outside the car was deafening. You really didn’t know what could have started it, but knowing your fathers it was probably deserved. You opened your car door and followed the sounds of bullets being fired before you stumbled upon two gangs and their leaders—Roman Sionis and the Joker. “Dad!” You shouted over the noise, which suddenly ceased. “You said five minutes! Why am I still waiting in the car.”
“Daddy’s almost finished with his meeting, love. Please just stay in the car.” Roman replied, nudging Victor to do the same.
“Yes, y/n, we’re sorry it’s taking so long.” Victor added. You looked over to the tattooed, green-haired Joker from the other end of the alley and glared.
“Oh, that one is trouble. You know, I could finish our little meeting a bit early with just one…shot.” Joker pointed his gold-plated gun towards you and you rolled your eyes, reaching for your own gun hidden under your shirt.
“So could I.” You pointed it back at him. “Maybe you guys could finish some other time.” You shot your gun off to the side of the Joker haphazardly, startling him and his backup. “Can we go now? We’re gonna be late!” Roman and Victor turned to each other, both slightly shocked and impressed, and decided to leave like you had ordered. The Joker stood idly by, equally stunned to see you calling the shots to the point where he didn’t dare get involved. You were right, this could be solved another time.
taglist: @locke-writes // @captainshazamerica // @ravenmoore14 // @randomfandomimagine // @summersimmerus // @bad4amficideas // @xoxobabydolls // @evilcr0ne // @amirahiddleston // @sydknee624 // @thedarkqueenofavalon // @elenavampire21 //
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tarrenterror25 · 1 month
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Black Mask, Hush (if you want) and Two Face training reader to be their good girl 🥵
OH 💖
Black Mask:
-Involves a lot of bondage and degradation -You wanna be his good girl? Just let him use you as a stress toy, tell him how much you love being used by him. -Impact play with him testing your limits and slowly building up your pain tolerance from spanking with his hand to using a branded paddle with his initials. -Let him put his hands on you no matter where you are; the car, the club, a meeting. God, he gets so desperate for you, he just needs you, needs his hands on you, needs to be buried inside you. -Being Roman's good girl is being ready to explore things with him; he wants to fuck you literally everywhere and he wants to fuck you in every way possible, with his hands, his cock, toys, using your cunt, ass, mouth, everything, he's insatiable for you. -Being submissive to him is a one way ticket to being spoiled by him.
Two-Face:
-Likes someone who can cater to both sides of him -Definitely is a brat tamer and pairs well with the duality of a brat; someone who can push his buttons and is a bit of a menace, but once he puts you in your place you're all soft and pathetic and helpless -He likes to push your buttons, too; cockwarming with you in his lap while he sits at his desk going over some heist plans or just idly rolling his coin in between his fingers, pretending that he doesn't notice you squirming or hear you whining for more -Being his good girl means taking him as he is; sometimes he wants to fuck you six ways to Sunday, bent over and screaming for him and other times he wants to take you nice and slow, you on top so he can see you and admire you.
Hush:
(okay ive never written for hush so im sorry if this doesn't seem right)
-Manipulative, he'll sweetly convince you to slowly break down your defenses for him -You're perfect to him, buuut he might make some suggestions on things that could be changed, just in theory though unless you want him to alter you. Having you lie naked while he takes a marker and gently draws little lines all over your flesh of where he would like to change you, highlight your features or he's just circling the parts he likes already -Lots of receiving and reciprocating body worship is how to be Hush's good girl. -Loves to fuck you while you wear something expensive
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kneamet · 1 year
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could you please do jealous/possessive roman sionis???
blood moon ball
Trigger Warning: angst, obsession, drabble, yandere
Word Count: 613
Character: roman sionis/reader
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blood moon ball
A mad night under a cold moon, the scarlet sky of flesh waved love in a haze. Stars were scrawled on the ceiling — so far away, almost real! the constellation of the monster pointed the way, dragged back into a deep, cruel and pathetic embrace; an embrace full of darkness and depravity, death and blood. It was the blood moon ball — Roman was the main guest, and angering him was like an execution. This is a one— actor theater for a single spectator — you. A spectator doomed to eternal imprisonment, contemplating the whole horror of life with faded eyes.
Lost to yourself, the whole world, but not to Roman, you were connected with strangers by a thread. They were sitting on chairs —coquettes with fake eyebrows, shiny earrings and mocking pupils, gentlemen with bloody hearts, greasy smiles and tasteless clothes. A row of flickering chandeliers poured abundant rays on the joyful faces of famous thieves, murderers who were going to shed a bloody sweat. And only you, like a small white flower sprouted in dirt and gloom, looked around the club in confusion, unable to move. Not being able to say a word against Roman that squeezed you in an insatiable embrace.
He kissed your neck, breathed hotly on your bare shoulders and ran his gloved hands along your waist. You shuddered, trembled and thoughtlessly looked into the distance, envied the crowd of harlots that were overcome with passion, madly rejoiced, traded in lost beauty and honor; they are carefree, who decided that life belongs to them; they are the same as you were a few months ago. Roman, not paying attention and ordering Zsasz to guard the most remote chairs, whispered in ear:
"Mine, mine, mine…"
The skin was covered with goosebumps, the heart beat faster. Your gaze was poisoned by endless longing. Forgotten dreams rise again with royal towers, block, help to live in the male world of the Novel. Roman protects you, protects you and pleases before you, ready to get the enemy's heart and present it on a platter. His control knows no bounds, but you feel — or should feel — safe. You're not in danger, but I'm worried, baby! he keeps saying, once again closing you at home. He says he has to protect.
Roman is a fragrant, luxurious fruit, a tombstone urn asking for tears; it is an evil spirit chasing from all sides, burning your chest with an unclean flame; you are forced to breathe it, inhale and swallow. Roman is a spider, he weaves webs and entangles victims, lives several lives that are nothing to him. His nets envelop the whole Gotham and it is not possible to get out, and why would you do that? Every girl in the city dreams of being in the bed of Roman Sionis, so why do you refuse?
Prohibitions multiply like bacteria, ordinary relationships will turn into continuous obligations and services — don't do this, don't do that. You sigh, trying to say something, but you are silent, afraid, remembering the bruises left on your neck. Suddenly you twitch when you feel the touch of tongue on the skin and the wet trail left. Roman, like a cat, makes this gesture, as if trying to ask for forgiveness, to lick wounds. Paying attention to a man walking with a drunken gait to your table, you don't even have time to say a word, as he, leaning against, demands something:
"Pretty, you want…"
He is interrupted by a dull bullet fired in the forehead. He falls with a thud, softly, almost inaudible thanks to the loud music. Your eyes widen and you swallow; Roman runs a gun through your hair.
"Mine."
im sorry if this isnt exactly what u wanted, i can always write something different fur u, anon! also, please indicate which type u would like to read - a drabble (500~ words) or a fic (2000+ words), since they are very different in content. drabble is more of a rest than a full-fledged job, so they may not be very interesting, perhaps boring and clumsy in terms of the plot. but if you liked it, then im very glad!
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keffirinne · 5 months
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Roman Sionis oneshots - part 4
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Hey, I posted 4th chapter of my Roman fic and it's the last that's chronical. The next ones (that I hope I will post) are gonna be individual oneshots.
Yes,that's what you were waiting for.
It's smut, it's filthy, it's what I love the most.
-> Read on ao3 <-
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batmanrogues-scenarios · 10 months
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Any rogues react on their S/O, upon seeing someone trying to flirt with them, take said rogues and walk away with them, saying something like "I'm way too petty to share you with someone else"?
Aww, love jealous trope.
Too Pretty To Share
Black Mask
He just smirked when lady flirted with him, he knows he's a hot shot.
Was confused when S/O takes him away but when they say why he just laughs.
He agrees 100%. He grabs their hips and kisses their neck. Nothing to worry about, his eyes are the best prize.
Riddler
Once someone flirts with him he puffs like a peacock.
That is until S/O just drags him away. Hey-! What's happening.
Once he realizes they're jealous he has shit eating grin.
"I hate to admit it but you're right. I need to be with the prettiest one."
Mr Freeze
Confused by it, he doesn't really register it as flirting. Just thinks they're really friendly.
Asks if everything is alright, worried if something happened.
In this version S/O says they're too pretty to share him with anyone but Nora and Victor is confused.
They don't have to worry, he's not interested in anyone else.
BTAS Talia Al Ghul
She's used to people being interested in her, she even takes pride in it.
Asks if there's something S/O needs and hearing explanation she just laughs.
Oh her sweet habib albi, she would never choose another over them.
Just showers them in affection to prove it.
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the-fo0l · 2 years
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Yandere!Roman Sionis x reader
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Notes: i hate him but i watched Birds of Prey and felt the need to write this, maybe a bit out of character cuz i prefer soft yanderes
Warnings: mentions of kidnapping and murder
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He's just about as delusional as yanderes get
Honestly there's hardly any difference between regular Roman and yandere Roman
He genuinely believes that you two are soulmates, meaning, he immediately ditches all other women he's been talking to
His emotions switch up so fast, he can do from 1 to an 100 in a second, in fact, a lot of people know him for his dramatic and aggressive outbursts
But now that you're here, there's finally a way to calm him down, seriously, he could literally be in the middle of the biggest temper tantrum of his life but as soon as he sees you, with that scared look on your face, all the anger goes away
Blows damn near all this money on gifts for you, you'll get all of life's finest luxuries whether you like it or not
And naturally you're protected in Gotham, no one dares to even look at you, shit you may as well be the Joker's s/o
Anyone stupid enough to even dare say something even remotely negative about you better hope Roma. doesn't find out, otherwise they will be begging for the sweet release of death soon enough
Wants to wear matching jewelry
And matching outfits
If he has a meeting of any kind he wants you to be there 1. to make sure he doesn't go ballistic 2. cause he hates being away from you for long 3. you're the eyecandy ;)
He let's you have some freedom, like you can go shopping, clubbing and out with friends but he does insist on regular checkups to check on your well-being
But make so much as one attempt at escaping him and you'll be tied up and in his arms before you know it
Gets super dramatic with birthdays or anniversaries. Everyone in Gotham has to hear him talk their ear off about how he has the best s/o
As he says, you're just too cute, how could he not?
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