#black mask x you

[finniestoncrane]

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

"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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[acapelladitty]

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.

#black mask #roman sionis #black mask x reader #roman sionis x reader #black mask x you #roman sionis x you

[more-cardigan-than-woman]

Bait the Beast.

Summary: You misbehave at a party, embarrassing your boyfriend and he doesn't take it super well.

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Roman Sionis

Words: 1.6k

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, stabbing (not each other), chocking, pet names (Kitten), Bratty reader, Daddy Roman, is glove kink a thing?

You can’t believe that Roman made you come to another one of these parties, they were so fucking boring. Not to mention that all the so-called important people here are lame! Just old dudes playing cards and drinking whiskey, while you sit at the bar alone. Normally you’d at least have one of the girls to keep you company, but since Harley and Ivy shacked up they never come to these stupid things anymore. Lucky them you think, swallowing your third cocktail and trying to read your book when you feel slime incarnate slither it's disgusting way towards you. 

“Aren't you the hottest little spitfire in the room,” Oswald says, sliding his hand behind your back and making you want to puke.

“Hands of Os. You know how Roman gets,” you protest, trying to worm away from him.

“That asshole, I could treat you better than he ever could. You’d be my queen,”

“I would rather die,” 

“I could arrange that, Princess,”

“Enough,” you stab into one of his hands that was creeping close to your ass, your other hand holding your favorite dagger to his face, “Want to see just what I learnt from Roman?”

"Kitten!" Romans loud voice echoes from across the room, "What the fuck are you doing?" 

"Who me?" You stare up innocently at him, pulling the knife from Cobblepots hand as you go.

"Were leaving," his gloved hand wraps around the top of your arm, pushing you out in front of him, "Kitty, we have talked about this!" He screams in your ear, snatching the knife from your hand, turning to sneer at you and bringing the knife to your chin when you reach the door. "Always go for the face," 

"Fuck you, Harley said hands where easier,"

"Again with fuckin Quinn,"

"Oh, fuck off. What is your problem with her anyway?"

“She turned you into this fuckin bitch," Roman says, his gloved hand harshly grip's your forearm, the leather burning as he twists his fingers around. His rings dig in while he leads you from the party, his feet kicking at your heels to get you to move faster. Anger seething from his pores, his eyes focusing on the door while he directs you to the parking lot of the old club.

"Oh fuck you. You asshole," you say, ripping your arm from his hand so fast his rings leave scorch marks in their wake. 

"Get in the fucking car!"

"Where the fuck do you think I'm going?" You yell back, flinging the car door open, climbing into the front seat and slamming the door closed behind you. 

Roman just stands there staring at you, you glare back. Smirking at him and tapping on your imaginary watch, "well- are we going or what?"

He strides around the car, silent and deadly. Not saying a word to you, he starts the car. His eyes focus on the road but you decide that well, this is just too much fun. So continue to antagonize your scary ass boyfriend all the way home in the car. You can tell by the way his veins start to pop on his forehead and the thin line of his lips that it's working exactly the way you want it to.

Xx

"You need to watch your mouth whore," he says, shoving you through the door to your apartment. 

"Or what?" You spit back, “I'm not afraid of you,”

“You should be,”

“Oh get fucked,”

“You're about to. You insolent little bitch.”

“You think you can just boss everyone ‘round,” you shout, your arms failing by your sides, “I ain't one of your goons Roman.”

He was upon you before you even had a chance to flinch, taking your face in his hands, raising one eyebrow at you. His fingers grip tightly on your chin. His rings pressing patterns into your cheeks, “what happened to the sweet girl you used to be, Kitten?”

“I am what you made me,” you spit back, jerking your face to the side and pushing your hands against his hard chest. Roman leans down right next to your ear, his voice almost a whisper, “Run, before I do something I regret, Kitten,”

You didn't need more warning than that. Kicking your heels off, you take off as fast as your feet will carry you. You head towards the bathroom, not chancing a look behind you, knowing that he is totally following you.

Rounding the corner to the ensuite you hear the snap of his belt, a thud as his Chanel boots hit the wall. He was closer than you thought. You slide into the bathroom like it’s home base, slamming the door closed and flipping the lock shut.

Leaning back against the door you take a deep breath and try to steady your heart beat, but it's no use. You can feel it hammering like it's just joined a fucking marching band.

“Open the door Kitten,” Roman says, jingling the door handle. “open it now and I'll think about forgiving you for what happened at the party,”

“I don't want your forgiveness,” you shout standing up and moving back from the door. You knew what his next move world be, “Cobblepot fucking deserved it”

“Now Kitten, we've talked about this attitude of yours,” the door handle stopped moving. You watch the steel of Roman’s favourite knife slice through the gap in the door.

“I ain't got an attitude problem!” You stomp, keeping up the pretense, while you hastily start removing your clothes. "You're the one with the problem," It would only be a matter of seconds before he stormed through the door, sitting down on the counter now full nude you waited a millisecond.

“Kitten, you fucking brat I can’t” he cut off seeing you sit on the sink your legs spread apart your aching pussy on full display for him, the door in splinter’s behind him. Romans eyes dancing along every inch of your exposed skin.

“You were saying,” you tease running your hand up your thigh, your nails leaving red marks along your soft skin.

“Yes,” he blinks a few times, "I was saying,” He straightens himself up, stalking his way over to you, “you've been such a bad girl tonight,” his hand harshly grips your face, “don't think this display will ease your punishment Kitten,” he pulls you in for a harsh kiss that is all teeth and tongue. A warning of what's to come.

“Sounds like you're all talk to me,” you mumble into his mouth and when his eyes open into a glare, you wink at him.

“That so?” his hands dig into your thighs radpily throwing you over his shoulder and his hand slams on your ass, “I'm going to have to fuck this attuide right outa you,” he slaps you again.

You hold the moan in, not wanting to give him the satisfaction before your own hand hits him in the ass, a deep growl coming from his throat.

“You're asking for it,” he growls, throwing your body into the plush silk blankets. His hand wraps around your throat, the other working quickly to undo his pants. 

“Get fucked,” you snip kicking him in the leg making his body fall atop yours, crushing you down even further. His grip tightens on your throat, his eyes menacing when he looks back at you.

“You're about to be,” he slams his cock into you from behind. Filling and stretching your tight pussy. “You still want to be a bitch?” he growls, thrusting deep within you and grinding his cock down.

You turn to spit in his face, his tongue immediately darting out to catch it. “Take that as a yes,” he pulls out, filling you until you feel like you might actually burst from pleasure. His hand slapping into your ass, the stinging sending a whole different type of bliss down your legs.

“I'm gunna fuck you like I own you,” he growls his teeth sinking into your neck, “Because I do. Don’t I Kitten?” he lathes at your neck, “Tell me I own you.”

You can't help the moan that escapes your lips, your urge to comply growing with every harsh thrust. His hand slaps onto your ass, “say it. Be a good girl and tell me I own you,”

“Yes, yes. You own me,” you pant as he pushes your face into the pillow,

“Tell me your my bitch,”

“Yes, fuck,” his hand slides between you rubbing at your clit,

“You going to be a good girl for me?” His hand slides up your neck pulling you back by the hair,  your back is pressing into his hard chest.

“Whatever you want,” you moan feeling your climax approaching 

“That's right,” he pounds deeper and harder, feeling your walls clenching around him, “such an obedient little whore with my cock deep in you.”

“Fu-” you cry. He flips you, dragging you underneath him without pulling you out. 

“Kitten, wrap-”  your legs locking tight behind his, pulling him back into your sopping pussy, “Just like that. Good girl,” 

“You need it,” he thrusts, “crave it,” he leans down to kiss you, “it's all you think about,”

“Yes! Yes! Yeeess” you scream.

“Then cum on my cock, my perfect whore,” your whole body shakes like a jenga tower on the last block when your orgasm crashes into you. Romans gloves hold you tight so you don't slip away as he continues to fuck you senseless.

Chasing his own release with his head buried in your neck, “please Daddy,” your voice still breathless, “please fill me up,” your brain still goo as you try to coax his release from him, “I need it,”

“Fuck” he stutters his hips faltering as his hot cum floods you so full that it starts seeping down your leg. 

Collapsing onto you, your fingers glide down his back as you both try to remember how to words. Sweat pool’s between you, both your legs sticky and covered in your release. 

“Should I stab people more often?” You joke, smiling up at Roman when he leans back.

“If someone tries to touch you again. Yes, stab as many of them as you want, Kitten.”

#roman sionis x you #fem reader x roman sionis #reader x black mask #fem reader x black mask #black mask x you #black mask reader insert #black mask smut #black mask x reader #black mask #roman sionis x reader #roman sionis imagine

[stardancerluv]

A Night Out, Club 44

Part 6

Summary: Part of what it is to be Roman’s girl.

Warning: None

Note: decided to show side by side their night.

The elevator announced its arrival at the penthouse with a ding and the doors whispered open. After stepping out, you leaned against the wall. Reaching down you undid the straps for your heals. You loved wearing them, especially when you were dressed up for Roman. But when given the chance, you didn’t mind slipping free of them either.

*******

Roman, could still feel your kiss lingering on his cheek as his thumbs grazed the wheels that opened the briefcase Zsasz handed him. The briefcase popped open.

He slipped off his gloves that he had worn to go out. Putting them down, he eyed these particular pairs in the case. These were ones strictly for carrying out business.

*******

Picking up your heals, you made your way to Roman’s bedroom. Coming around to the side of the bed you frequented. Stretching, you sighed and let yourself fall back into the softness of the bed.

You closed your eyes contently, with a sigh on your lips you stretched once again. Sitting up, you didn’t really want to sleep just yet. Thinking about it for a moment, biting on your bottom lip you decided you’d take a bath. It would help ease the last of the tension you felt from your encounter with Falcone and his men. His bath is so roomy, you loved it.

*******

Slipping on a pair, he eyed them closely. They were a finely sewed by his tailor. They were a dark, dull black in a slightly brilliant black thread, if one looked close enough you could see his initials. He did enjoy seeing them on his things. These particular pairs were excellent for when he held his gun or even better one of his knives.

He hated dirtying one of his more elegant pairs for the dirty deeds he had to carry out. What he hated even more was when he had to throw one those pairs into the incinerator. Tonight, he had the luxury of changing his gloves.

Flipping up the compartment that held his extra gloves, he eyed his knives. They were nestled into the black velvet that lined that portion. As he looked down at them, one side of mouth twitched upward, loving how only he knew how sharp they really were.

******

You had drapped your silky dress over the chair that sat in one corner of Roman’s bedroom. Tucked beside it were the lacy panties and bras, you had hoped to slowly reveal to Roman. You repressed the frown that wanted to come, so you grimaced. There would be other times. So with your arms wrapped around yourself, you went into the large bathroom. You finally shivered when you cold feet padded across the cool floor.

Happily, you turned on the warm water and with a clink you opened the slim, metal container and took out a bath bomb. You were growing to find out just how luscious of a life Roman came to enjoy.

Eyeing the folded towels, you made sure to grab one of his larger and incredibly soft towels. You laid it on the warmer. Going back to the tub you watched as the bomb fizzled away and gave off a scent that you enjoyed catching a whiff of when it managed to cling to Roman and was not overpowered by his aftershave.

******

The rain kept up its steady beat against the roof of the rolls before streaking down the windows. Zsasz, had always been keen on learning from those that concerned Roman. So Roman, was rather pleased as Zsasz kept him and the rolls a safe distance, from that thug as he made some stops at place, Roman knew were in Falcone’s pocket. No place was safe when collection time called. Or at least that is what he had gathered from his allies.

Roman, wanted his allies to remain loyal. Fear could only take him so far. He instilled that with relish. He loved watching people grow pale or their eyes widen in disbelief over what he was truly capable of. Something, he’d never let you be aware. He didn’t want to frighten you.

That said, he also knew when to cultivate and make them feel important. He wanted them to feel appreciated. It made it alot easier when he had the need to call on them.

*****

Pleased with the level of the water, holding one of the sides, you finally stepped and settled into the warm water. You murmured something incoherently as you sat back against the one side with your eyes closed. Slouching down with your eyes still closed, you stopped till you felt the water lap at your chin.

This was exactly what you had needed. Sitting up, opening your eyes you felt good. Your eyes, drifted gently over the dark, marbled bath. Everything about it screamed Roman.

Looking down, your eye caught the glimmer of the bracelet that still hung from your wrist. Bringing your wrist from the water, was brighter as droplets of water mmm clung to the delicate golden flower.

Your heart felt like it sped up and stilled all at once. How, you didn’t know. Though since being Roman’s girl, it was a peculiar sensation you had grown accustomed to. Whether you’d get used to it was another thing entirely. In your head, thoughts swirled. He was out there, in the rain since someone had decided to be rough with you. He should be here behind you, his warm strong arms around you as you leaned against him.

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[bet-on-me-13]

Steph's Year of Recovery

So! Danny noticed that a new face had made it's way into town. Two new faces actually, an older lady known as Dr Leslie, and a girl about his age called Steph.

He first met them when he was at the hospital for one of his parents. They had stood too close to an explosion again, and he met them while he was in the waiting Area.

Dr Leslie was a strict but obviously caring older woman, who seemed to be the one taking care of Steph as a kind of maternal figure, or maybe more like an Aunt. She greeted him simply and then walked away to talk with the Secretary, leaving him to talk to Steph.

Steph was a blond girl in a Wheelchair, and he could see bandages piking out of her clothes as he talked to her. She explained that she had been in an Accident a few weeks ago that left her wheelchair bound for a while, and that she had come to Amity for their surprisingly good Medical Centers.

He and Steph got along really well, and by the end of it he asked her for her Number so they could continue talking later. They stayed in touch, and when she was finally permitted to leave the Hospital, he introduced her to his friends. They all got along like a House on Fire, both figuratively and in one memorable case very literally (Vlad had pissed them off okay!)

Eventually Steph recovered enough that she moved from a Wheelchair to Crutches, and their shenanigans got even more chaotic (Vlad hadn't even pissed them off, this time was just for fun)

The only thing Danny could complain about was the fact that Steph was hiding something from them.

She said that she had been in an Accident a while ago, which was why they had come to Amity in the first place. But Danny knew it was more than that.

He could sense lingering traces of Death coming from her after all.

...

Steph honestly loved her current life.

Sure she had lost everything, her home, her health, her friends, her life, but she had gained new things too! Like Danny and the Gang! They were honestly some of the best friends she had ever had, and for some reason they just clicked with her instantly.

Danny was interesting and funny, Sam was vegan and a badass, Tucker was smart and witty, they all fit with her personality perfectly! It almost felt like she bad been friends with them for years. (She ignored the way her heart skipped a beat when she saw them)

But she still couldn't shake the sense that they were hiding something from her.

She knew it had something to do with the Ghost Problem in the town. And wasn't that a kicker, there was a whole Supernatural Ghost Outbreak in this Town and nobody knew about it. Dr Leslie had said that Amity was off the map enough to hide from Bruce, but she hadn't mentioned it was hidden from the Justice League itself!

Danny, Sam, and Tucker definitely knew more about it than they let on however. Whenever a Ghost Attack would happen, at least one of them would rush off with some practiced excuse and return after the Ghost Attack was over all dirty. She could guess what was going on, and she really didn't like it.

(This had killed her, she had died doing what they were doing, she didn't want to lose them)

Eventually she had to confront them, coincidentally on the same day they decided to confront her.

"Are you Vigilantes?" / "Did you die?"

"..."

"What?" / "What?"

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[sashi-ya]

𝑵𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹 𝑳𝑬𝑨𝑽𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑷𝑳𝑨𝑻𝑬 𝑼𝑵𝑭𝑰𝑵𝑰𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑫 SANJI X F READER ☆ ORAL; OVERSTIMULATION

You can’t stop trembling; thighs on fire, muscles tensing, blond hair tangling in between your fingers.

Arched back forming a bridge in between sweat and honey-stained sheets; the architecture of pleasure and lust, and a river of past paradise.

Moaning, unstoppable. Legs trying to close, being forcefully held not to do so.

“I can’t… I can’t…!” pleads that beg for mercy, but a hand that pushes his royalty face against your core.

He doesn’t care, he keeps going. Sanji, drown in an exquisite fountain of your elixir, keeps feeding off your flesh. Dancing tongue that even sometimes penetrates, wanders through the ups and downs of your sacred anatomy.

“I am going to burst…” you whine, in between tears that begin pooling on the side of your eyes and run through your heated cheeks. “I can’t keep going, I need you to stop”

Sanji knows you don’t want him to stop; Sanji knows you want to burst… but even he didn’t, he won’t stop. Not now. Not every time he eats you out.

No chivalry is enough to surpass the first law that rules his morals.

“I’m sorry, (Name)-swan… I was taught to eat everything on my dish, leaving it unfinished would be such a waste… specially when your sex tastes so delicious”  

#sanji x reader #blackleg sanji #black leg sanji #sanji vinsmoke #op sanji #sanjionepiece #one piece sanji #one piece #sanji x you #sanji imagine #vinsmoke sanji #sanji #sanji x y/n #vinsmoke sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji x y/n #kuroashi no sanji #soba mask #stealth black #one piece fanfiction #one piece x you #one piece x y/n #one piece x reader #one piece fanfic #one piece scenario #sashi-ya #mdni

[killsbil]

His Muse

Pairing : Ghost x Secretary Reader

Warnings: angst, smut, choking, ghost jacking off in his car. Ghost driving for some damn reason

18+ ONLY MDNI

( YES, HETEROCHROMIA GHOST. CRY)

Now, you were a secretary for a special operations force called Task Force 141. While being the secretary, they had strict rules, of course, it wasn't JUST for you, but they weren't anything hard to follow honestly. It's not like you were some damn horny teenager, you were just trying to get by with this job. You wanted some job that could help you real good...and somehow you landed with this one, being the secretary, you only had to organize nearly everything, write reports, and emails, keep up with data, and do whatever Captain Pierce asks of you.

None of the members spoke to you as they never really saw you, well they did, but you didn't pay attention. Your face was always focused on the computer, typing away, but hey? What's a girl gotta do to get by yeah? One task force menber caught your eye, Simon Riley, he was quiet, and when he spoke his voice was cold, a little too serious. But when he looked at you, you wouldn't look back. He was honestly scary looking, honestly, he looked like he could just snap you in half if you said something wrong. You never spoke to him, he's always busy, you're Always busy... and either way, what would you say to him? The only thing you could think about saying was something about his eyes, they were pretty, one eye was brown, the other grayish blue. You had never seen heterochromia in person before, it was beautiful. It wouldn't hurt to tell him that... Right? Y/n had thought, it was not like he would kill her for that.

Noticing the time, and one of the recent emails from Captain Pierce, she had to bring a folder of mission data to the meeting...in that room ..with all those people. That wasn't scary...at all, y/n unlocked her cabinet, reached in the middle for a file, and closed it back, locking it.

She'd walk down the hallway and then turn to her right, knocking on a door, the sign next to the door would read "conference room". Through the window she saw a black male, with short curly hair, he was leaning back in his chair, he turned to her and smiled for a split second. his eyes went back to somebody who was talking, Shortly after the talk was done, y/n was allowed into the room, she walked over to Captain Pierce, placing the folder down as she turned around, she saw an empty chair next to a task force member named soap, he was nice, but all discussions y/n had with him were short. Was that Ghost's chair? Noticing y/n's stare, soap smiled, his other hand which rested behind a chair pointed down the hall.

Usually, he didn't do this, he would ignore her if she came in during meetings because she wasn't supposed to hear a thing about the meetings, y/n snapped out of it as she left, closing the door behind her. Now, she didn't like him like a crush, nor was she a fan of him, she just wanted to tell him her lil compliment.

Y/n went down the hall and turned, seeing a man pour him some coffee, it was a ghost, and he needed a breather. Y/n leaned on the wall as she watched him. Honestly ..he was so.. it was unexplainable but ...the girls that get it, get it. "You just gonna stand there and look stupid?" He said, not even turning around "Oh! Sorry I-'' she was about to explain before he finished her sentence" Didn't mean to," he said..pouring coffee into his coffee cup.

"How did you know what I was gonna say?" She asked him, as she walked closer, leaning on the counter "Cause that's what every secretary before you said " he said, his voice was cold, it was like he was just...tired of playing this game, over and over. "Every secretary before me? What happened to them?" Y/n asked, now...she was curious! She had forgotten all about her compliment. Ghost would let out a sigh as he turned around. "they all got terminated, fired. Breaking rules.. or they were spies" he said, he had some skull balaclava on, not the full mask, ghost would place his cup down leaning on the counter.

"you're gonna end up just like them, you're gonna take a bribe and spy, or break that rule." He added on, he read her like a book, y/n though, she scrunched up her face in confusion, somehow feeling a little disrespectful "Okay mr mysterious" she said with a slight eye roll. "Ghost." He corrected her, his voice firm "Lieutenant ghost." He said. Y/n's eyes widened when she realized his rank, now she felt a little demotion coming for that eye roll. Ghost's face was blank, with no expression, just those eyes staring at her as if he was reading her like a book. " What rule did they break" Y/n was a little interested in the lore now.. she was glad she was on break, otherwise Captain Pierce would have her head.

"Someone lacks critical thinking skills.." he mumbled, who invited him to the bitch fest? "No dating rule. They come up to me just like you did ...no ill intent, ask questions...then there's that compliment, and it starts something" he said, each word he got close to her, y/n leaned back against the counter as his hands rested on the counter, trapping her, his eyes stared down at her as if he was disappointed. "I'm gonna say this once... Don't treat this like it's some game like you can just sway a coworker with this innocent act, be professional" he said, he was tired. But was he tired of those girls just .. treating him like he was an award, an object for pleasure, or just....the betrayal, tired of having hope, letting someone close, and then...boom.

Well, the answer was he was just... Tired of the unprofessionalism "Huh -" y/n noticed how close he was, her heart beat so damn fast, hell! She wasn't trying to seduce him, she just wanted to give him that compliment." I...I just wanted to say your eyes are pretty. I never saw them up close. I'm sorry if you thought I was trying to pursue you Lieutenant" she said, and ghost was wrong, well, half wrong. He shook his head "You don't know what you're getting yourself into. Run along." He said turning his back to her and going back to his coffee...

Y/n was so confused...what the hell? She was NOT trying to seduce this man," um...right." she said walking back to her desk, part of her kind of liked that. But the other part was so damn confusing. Now, for the rest of her break, she was on the phone with her best friend until...she felt her phone vibrate, from a text message.. sent an unknown number. "Girl hold on...some number just texted me..." She said, putting her on speaker, "bitch don't you have it where unsaved numbers can't contact you??" She said, "Girl yes I do, that's why I'm confused."

She looked at the text message reading You're Loud. we can hear you down here. Now she knew it wasn't Captain Pierce because she had his number saved. "Is it your boss?" She asked "No? I have his number saved, remember he gave us that ride back to my house?" Y/n said "Oh shit...right Anyway, when is he gonna let me climb that tree-" she said "Bye Audrey, you are not getting me fired because you're sexually attracted to my boss- WHO COULD BE YOUR DAD," y/n said "call me a panther. I'm ready to take it..." Audrey said. "Bye ...get off my phone.. you're distracting me, I'll see you later." Y/n hung up on her sighing

She was a hot mess, Audrey was the friend with no filter, but anyway. She would look at the message rolling her eyes a little, y/n texted the number back saying Sorry about that, but who is this and how did you get my number? only for it to be left on read for about 50 minutes. She just rolled her eyes going back to organizing meetings and events. She hummed, and of course..responding to emails, she kind of neglected them.

Shortly after that, her phone lit up as she got a text message that said Lieutenant Ghost. with that she saved the contact. She wanted to mess with him a little, to ease the weird tension between them Responding 56 minutes later? now nice of you. She would text him. Yes, she thought she ate that. This time she got a quick response It's disrespectful to be on your phones during meetings, and you're counting the minutes Ms L/n? Y/n saw that, was she just eaten up respectfully? And Ms? SHE'S NOT EVEN MARRIED? Oh.. you could just call me Y/n, and I'm not married Lieutenant.. it would be Miss.. she would respond to his text Yeah YEAH she ate him up. noted. Would be the last text message he even sent.

soon came the end of the day, when everyone left, y/n was the only one left she had to stay back and respond to some emails, once she was done she'd lock her computer and would put any paperwork she left out, back in the respective drawers, when she went to the door she had seen the rain attacking the streets, this caused a loud annoyed groan from y/n, she didn't bring a damn umbrella cause she swore it wouldn't rain today. She suddenly felt someone behind her... who was left here? Was she not alone? As soon as she turned, she saw that it was Lieutenant Ghost, holding an umbrella at her "How far is your car..." He said. Now he didn't want her getting drenched in the rain, that's the nicest he could be at least "Oh no- my friends picking me up..." She said, smiling. That smile unthawed that heart of his, just a little. " It's 11:00 pm L/n, normal people are asleep by now," he said.

"So...you're not normal?" She asked, her smile getting wider, ghost just raised an eyebrow.."let me take you home." He said opening the door for her, he didn't exactly answer that question of hers ``You can drive? Gaz said ...you can't drive, you shouldn't be allowed behind the wheel" She said, if you saw the look on y/n's face, she looked horrified. "Do you want a ride home or do you want a sneak peek at the next little mermaid." He was getting drenched waiting for her, y/n laughed at his comment, and she stepped under the umbrella and followed him to his car, which was an eight-seater, and she mumbled sorry since she felt bad for him getting drenched. Ghost just got in behind the wheel, y/n turned to him asking him a question "Hey... Lieutenant... How come you're staying back?? Wouldn't you be sleeping about this time?" She asked "I could ask you the same, but I was getting training in.. that's all," he said, but the look on his face said differently.

Now ghost? He took care of his body, he had...muscle, a lot of it.. it was even visible when he wasn't flexing. Y/n would stare at his arms and hands as he drove, then slowly, her eyes moved back to his very own beautiful eyes. "Are you sure? You have this look on your face... Like you're not here mentally.." She said, Ghost stopped at a light, turning to her "You know, some questions aren't supposed to be asked," he said. "Well- I'm here for" "No you're not." He corrected her, internally, Ghost felt like he couldn't speak to anyone, it was a waste of time. "you can't handle anything I would tell you. that's if I did." He said, shaking his head, "How come? I'm helpful- I can handle it." She said " No." He repeated. "Please - I promise I can lift a weight off your shoulders" she begged, she wanted to help him, she felt like he could use a friend honestly "No. I'm not gonna say it again." Ghost said, sounding annoyed.

"Everyone does- "Y/n tried to speak, but she got cut off " Y/N. For the last time no, don't waste your time. You'd only hurt yourself..you'd be useless in this situation" He said, his voice like a stab directly into the heart, after that, y/n got quiet..then she furrowed her eyebrows turning to him "You don't need to be rude." She said Ghost looked confused, he didn't expect her to talk back "And I'm not useless... I'm a great listener! I don't know why but, ever since I've talked to you, you've done nothing but assume the worst about me. I just want to be your friend!" She said, Ghost started driving again, going silent before he deeply sighed "Colleagues, especially us, can't be friends. You're gonna be just like-" "I'm not like them- I don't wanna use you like a boy toy! I just think you're cool for fucks sake !" Y/n was starting to get so damn tired of his mindset.

"I understand you have this...wound but you can't just make it seem like I'm some weirdo... I'm not gonna befriend you, sleep with you, then leave! I think you're cool! " She said, "Besides, friends don't do any of that!" She added nodding. "If I say yes, are you gonna stop asking to be my friend?" He said, annoyed, he did feel a little better about her now that he knew she wasn't gonna try anything. "Yes!" Said smiling. "Does this mean I get to know your name?" She said, her smile all big.. ghost would let out a large...long dramatic sigh "Simon." He said, "That's a cute name !" She said, going to his contact, and changing his name, Ghost watched her shaking his head "But don't call me that at work. At least keep some professionalism" he said "Does that mean you'll call me by my first name?" She ignored what he said

"Did you hear what I said?" He stopped the car, turning to her with a serious look" Yes...." She said, looking away. The whole ride she didn't look him in the eyes, Ghost noticed that "look at me ." He asked, instead y/n would turning to look at a tree, Ghost would park between two cars as he gripped the girl's jaw, making her look at him. "What did I say?" He asked her, y/n stared in his eyes, fuck. She got nervous, butterflies filled her stomach as she bit her lips "Umm.. call you Lieutenant something. During work ...professional stuff..yeah." she said. Suddenly the tension between them got hot..

Ghost sighed, looking at her pretty lips a little too long.. "fuck.." he said"what... Do I have something on my face?" She said furrowing her eyebrows, confused "Nah..." He said just ..staring, was he gonna kiss her? "Hey- I mean...if you wanna kiss me .. do it, yolo?" She said, honestly she thought 3 things were gonna happen, he headbutts the fuck out of her, kisses her, or or or. Well, scratch those two things.

"That'd be unprofessional.." he said, his eyes never leaving her lips. "Oh for fucks sake then fire me for this." She lifted his mask to his lips, kissing him, and she held his face. The next thing you knew she was on his lap making out with the masked man, it got hot...he gripped her waist as her kiss got serious. A moan came from y/n as Ghost's hand slowly unbuttoned her shirt. Suddenly y/n heard her name being called, she snapped out of it looking at ghosts.

"Bloody hell. You look like you just saw a ghost." He said, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion "I'm sorry Lieutenant, what were you saying..?" Y/n said blinking a couple of times "I said did you hear what I said?" He said "Oh yeah ..professionalism." she said, sighing "No, I asked you for your address?" Now Ghost was confused "What's with you? You were just staring off?" He said, looking her up and down. "Nothing...I could've just sworn... Something had happened. But it didn't? I was just imagining it." Y/n said, "But I live...." She told him his address, she only lived a couple blocks down from him.

Eventually, y/n and ghost pulled up to her pretty house, she watched the rain fall with a smile, and then she turned to Ghost "Hey.. I have a question lieutenant.." she said "Simon, we are out of work.." he said, this girl fought to be his friend and get the privilege of knowing and calling him by his name... Now she's not? "But lieutenant sounds better," she said, aggravating Simon, and she knew she was. "God, you're annoying..what is it? What's your question" he said, sighing.. he was getting used to y/n honestly.. She was cute in a sense.

"Can we take a photo ? I wanna put it in your contact.. " she said, Ghost sighed "..." He looked at her, and the look he gave told her no, but ... She wanted a yes, she pleaded, doing the little look and all "fine." Ghost, a dog trained to kill mercilessly, cracked to a secretary pleading for a photo "but don't show anyone it. Got it?" He said

"Thank you, Simon!" She giggled and hugged him, this caught Him off guard, he wasn't.. the type of person who did physical affection, but his arms wrapped around her, hugging her back as a part of him wanted to cry, she felt so nice and warm. Something so comforting, he had the urge to protect her, the urge to lock her in a cage and keep her all to himself. "Ghost..?" She said as he spaced out, his head resting on her shoulder, his grip was firm but allowed her to move

she pulled back slightly reaching for his face, and that's when his eyes snapped to her, he released her looking away.. suddenly y/ns giggle was heard "You're a hugger." She said, "I'm a soldier." He replied she shook her head "No no, deep down that hug, you cherished it..that moment was something you're gonna remember" she said, he rolled his eyes turning his head to him"What are you- some psychologist?" He squinted.

"Oh no - I went to college for ( insert major of your choice) I could never do psychology! But my friend Audrey is a psychologist so I know a couple of things." She said proudly, Ghost nodded, he knew to remember Audrey "Come on and take this picture..you got some sleep to get." He said, "Aww you care!" She said messing with him. "Y/n." He said, "Okay okay!" She laughed, his care filled with her joy and giggles... Something for a change ... Maybe she wasn't like the others, well he hoped so.

She leaned in, getting him in the frame, but he barely was in it "Oh let me readjust!" She said she moved a little, and it didn't fix. This process went on for 6 minutes. "Note to self.. don't let y/n take pictures ." He sighed "Just... Sit on my lap for the picture." He said. Y/n grew flustered, "but I could crush you-" she said trying to find a better alternative, Ghost looked offended " ' I can lift you easy, you'll find out someday..But hurry up." She said,

she sighed, climbing into his lap hovering, getting ready to take the picture, ghost glared, putting his hands onto her waist as he forced her down with ease as if she was some kind of lightweight to him." see. not that hard to sit down and listen. Atta girl, now take the picture." He said, atta girl? Sit down and listen. Y/n was flustered by his words... Whew lord she needed to act right .. She felt his arms wrap around her, and she took the picture smiling. She didn't know what Ghost did, but she took it.

Y/n had accidentally dropped her phone, she moved back against Ghost as she bent down while sitting on him "What are you doing-" he said, his heart dropping as he felt her right above something she shouldn't be on. "Well I dropped my phone, so he still!" She said she was the only one moving around, god, she didn't mean to grind but she was doing it! Ghost bit down on his lips as he resisted the urge to just.. thrust up, suddenly he felt her warmth...that didn't help. "Y/n... Please just ...look normally.." he said, his voice cracking

"Shut up I almost got it!" She said, her lower body hovering above the said area before roughly sitting down, this made Ghost tilt his head up as he roughly gripped her waist forcing her to sit up. "Have you got that damn phone yet?" He said, his chest heaving up and down. "Yeah! I got it as soon as you pulled me up, thanks again for the ride Simon, I'll pay you back I promise...are you gonna watch me go in my house?" She asked, Simon just nodded as he watched her get up, and out of the car leaving to go inside her house

GHOST POV

fuck... I know she didn't mean to do that but... Shit. Why am I so riled up over something like that? Get it together lieutenant. He thought, he looked down at his boner as he sighed...she's in her house ...and it's not like y/n could see through his windows. He sighed, unbuckling his pants, and pulling down his boxers just to see his erect cock spring out, pre cum nearly leaking out, he removed his gloves sighed, closed them strokes his shaft. You're probably wondering what he imagined, of course, it was y/n, he tilted his head back only to see y/n bouncing on his cock, a moaning and teary mess.

He bucked his hips up into his hand as he visualized how pretty her boobs would look bouncing every time she did, looking down just to see a  bulge , he was the one causing it. Her whines and moans, her pleading for him to go faster, rougher, to choke her.  And he did just that,  then...a word came out. "love you so much!" she said, instead of shocking ghost, in this scenario he took his mask off begining to mark her up with bite marks and hickeys. Y/n gripped his short blonde shaggy hair.  His thrusts became passionate as he Whined "so good..so good .. nice and warm for me" he said in a shakey  voice... Finally, he came A little too much, the little scenario ended as he opened his eyes to him being in his car parked out  by y/ns house, he cleaned himself up. Simon has a moment of clarity... He just sighed, before speaking to himself "I'm setting myself up again..." He said before fixing himself, driving off.

#cod smut #cod mw2 #simon ghost riley #ghost cod #masked men #task force 141 #task force 141 smut #simon riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #heavy smut #rough smut #agnst #angst smut #ghost #captain john price #john soap mactavish #female reader #black reader smut #tumblr fyp

[bibyshitsuji24k]

o!Ciel x Lizzy - One shots collection Chapter 3 Elizabeth invites her fiancé to witness a fencing competition in order to prove to him that she is worthy of becoming his future wife.

#ill post the chapter soon i swear tot #i just wanted to show you the art i made for this chapter :3 i used ai to get inspo! i used it as reference #it saved me so much time! #black butler #kuroshitsuji #ciel phantomhive #elizabeth midford #cielizzy #yana toboso #o!ciel #ciel x lizzy #i know its not accurate bc she's not wearing a mask but you will see🙈

[slasherscream]

okay in the tags of ur polyam ghostface cooking post you said driving with them would be worse? and I’d be really interested in hearing ur thoughts abt that 👀

A/N: nonny is referencing this ancient post. because the ask is that old. i am but an easily distracted creature of the night, once again. sorry for the wait nonny!

For starters, you can’t let Stu be the one driving. He does not obey the rules of the road. You’re not even sure he knows the rules of the road. If he does, he’s breaking the rules at a frequency level that implies driving unsafely is a casual hobby for him. Like knitting. 

Billy is a better driver. Not always, just when you’re in the car. He’s not gonna risk your life because he likes to go fast and run red lights when he doesn’t see anyone coming.

He’s such a stickler for following the rules in front of you that he side eyes you when you don't do the same. Yes, ladies and gentleman, and gathered beloveds, Billy Loomis is an awful backseat driver. 

He will comment on nearly everything you do while driving the car. Didn’t turn on your signal before changing lines? He noticed. Going over the speed limit? Noticed. Going under the speed limit? Noticed. Didn’t slow down for that curve in the road? Hmmm… lots of things you’re doing wrong. Maybe you should just let him drive. 

If you want to be passenger seat royalty then congratulations! Here’s your boyfriend! If you enjoy driving you will be running to call shotgun on driving, every-time,. Running to beat your boyfriend to the driver’s side car door. Daily humiliation rituals, truly.

It’s enough that you guys have snapped at one another before and finished the drive home in icy silence. You tried to come around to apologize (even though you were not in the wrong) because you know he’s only worried about your safety. 

Also, you were expecting a mutual apology (Billy always sounds pissy, he does not sound any nicer than usual as he’s correcting your driving habits from the passenger seat.) 

So why on Earth did he have to piss you off by saying: “I accept your apology. Just wish you’d pay more attention to the road, honestly.” You have to kill him. It’s the only option left. 

Stu certainly doesn’t help this hostile road environment because he blasts your eardrums to shit every time he gets the AUX. He will also play annoying music on purpose, because he thinks escalating situations is funny. 

He starts playing break up R&B if you guys start really getting into it. Cue Billy turning around to the backseat: “What is your fucking problem, Stu?!”

(One time Stu turned on “I Should Have Cheated by Keyshia Cole” and Billy reached back and started hitting Stu at full strength. You had to pull over the car. What happened to car safety, Billy? What happened to there should be no distractions in the car, Billy?)

Stu would be in charge of navigation but Billy is such a control freak that he can’t let anyone besides himself do it. When he’s the one driving he puts on the navigation voice that tells you when turns are coming up. It interrupts whatever music you have playing every five seconds. He refuses to let you be his navigator. It’s for the better, because if you give Billy a direction too late for him to obey said direction he has to press his lips together very tightly to keep his outside voice from leaving his body in an inside space. 

It’s enough to want to just take a fucking Uber.

#stu macher x reader #billy loomis x reader #poly ghostface x reader #black!reader #i would NOT put myself through this #what fucking ever just let me ride passenger and try and get through it #i'd bring a sleep mask you two are NOT endangering my fucking peace

[beanghostprincess]

sogeking and soba-mask being a superhero duo! saving the city! they get along pretty well, too! except that soba-mask (sanji) is completely head over heels for sogeking (usopp) and won't stop flirting with him despite the fact that sogeking keeps telling him he has a boyfriend (blatant lie, by the way, he's just secretly in love with his best friend who may or may not be the same guy he's literally rejecting all the time).

usopp and sanji have been best friends for a really long time, but neither of them is aware of their secret lives. usopp gave up on his crush a long time ago, but that doesn't mean he's going to be disloyal to his love. he doesn't think he'll ever be able to find somebody like sanji. sanji, on the other hand (soba-mask, to be precise) has never found somebody as special as sogeking, and even if he wants to know his true identity, they promised they would never do that. so now he settles for the time they have together saving the world, trying to prove he's worthy of his love.

the thing is (and this is the fun part) that one day soba-mask saves usopp from danger. and they start seeing each other more, somehow, to the point that they become friends. usopp can tell soba-mask about his insecurities because he only sees him as a partner, and soba-mask can open up to him about his true personality outside his flirty attitude because he only sees usopp as a friend. they end up developing feelings for each other eventually, of course, and it becomes really messy from there.

because sogeking starts to be more and more interested in soba-mask and every little, cute thing he does. he starts to move on from sanji (this is funny to witness from an outsider's perspective tho), and thinks that perhaps falling in love with his partner might not be that bad. but soba-mask tells him that he's the one moving on from him, saying that he thinks he has found a new love somewhere else and that sogeking will finally be able to be free from his flirty shenanigans (just when sogeking was starting to flirt back!!!).

they are so painfully stupid and in love it physically hurts.

#this is just ladybug yes #like quite literally i just wrote the ladybug plot #can you blame me tho???? they're literally so superhero coded #LOOK ME IN THE EYES AND TELL ME SANJI ISN'T ADRIEN AGRESTE #soba-mask x sogeking best ship #one piece #black leg sanji #usopp #sogeking #osoba mask #sanuso

[kneamet]

could you please do jealous/possessive roman sionis???

blood moon ball

Trigger Warning: angst, obsession, drabble, yandere

Word Count: 613

Character: roman sionis/reader

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."

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Whole Day Off: The Betrayal

Pairing: Jonathan Crane/Reader (5.5k)

Warnings: physical assault, mentions of sexual abuse, restraints, injections, hallucinations, rampant misogyny.

Summary: An unexpected arrival within the basement sets off a chain reaction that may prove difficult for Crane and his Witty Girl to come back from.

The promise of dinner saw you moving at an embarrassing speed as you locate your various bits of discarded outer clothing which lay scattered across the basement. A snappy trip to the bathroom paired with some wet wipes had cleaned you up well enough to be presentable and you pull on your spare skirt and shirt combo with little effort; their time spent folded within your bag making them more crumpled than you would have liked.

Not that it matters, given the situation, but it was still nice to try and look somewhat decent.

Wearing dark slacks and a pale blue shirt, Crane looks much more put together than yourself and you offer him a vague smile as he watches you get changed into your outfit. A girlish joy is tapping at your thoughts as you relish in the idea of going to dinner with him in a more public space. Sharing a meal was an intimate thing and something which you had not yet broached outside of the odd snack which only served to keep your combined energy levels up for your games.

“What kind of food do they serve there? Just so I know what to expect.” You ask, tucking your shirt into the hem of your skirt neatly.

“They advertise themselves as Italian but I think the Italian community would contest that.” Comes his easy reply, the words as dry as ever as his eyes continue to follow your movements.

“I’ll avoid the pasta then.”

“Probably for the best.”

As you finish fixing the last few buttons on your shirt, a vague rumble announces the arrival of some kind of vehicle overhead and you both pause to look up at the ceiling.

“Is that a car?”

Instead of an answer, Crane’s eyes narrow at the sound before growing wide as some kind of recollection comes to his senses.

Quick as whip, he is on you and his hands wrap around your shoulders as he pushes you towards the dentist chair which is bolted to the ground and serves as his main area for experiments. Squeaking at the unexpected motion, you almost trip but catch your feet at the last moment.

“What’s going on?” A panicked ask as you drop to the chair, remaining in place as he strides away from you without answering.

Pulling a clean handkerchief from the top drawer of his work desk, he reappears quickly, and his hands move skilfully as he forces the fabric between your lips and ties it off at the back- essentially creating a simple gag to prevent you from speaking.

It creates a jolt within your chest that only increases as he begins to strap you into the chair. Struggling for only a moment against the attempt at restraints, his hand is firm against your chest as he pins you into place and meets your gaze directly.

Something approaching uncertainty clouds his gaze and that alone is enough to make a genuine anxiety snap at your senses.

“Be smart, witty girl.” He growls. “We will soon have a guest and I need that brain of yours on top form. Follow my lead.”

The words are a stark warning, and they shock you into a simple nod as you swallow around the fabric gag and allow him to finish strapping you in; your wrists and stomach locked into place by thick padded straps that allowed no movement. He did, however, leave the leg straps free and you place it down to him being limited in time.

Crane continues with his rapid pace as he hotfoots it to the mannequin which holds his costume before snatching free his Scarecrow mask and pulling it overhead just as the metal door to the basement slams open with obvious purpose.

Your expression is blank as you watch Roman Sionis descend the stairs of the basement with the airs of a man who thought he owned the place. His white suit, familiar due to his regular appearances on Gotham news sites and papers, is as impeccable as could be and so finely tailored that it screamed its expense. The black mask which adorned his face is twisted in such a way that you can feel how unimpressed he is with the meagre state of the basement as he moves carefully to keep any grime at bay.

“Scarecrow!” He calls out with a casual ease. “I have your chemicals. Do you have a little something something ready for me in return?”

“Good evening, Sionis.” Crane greets, the words vaguely modulated by his mask. “And yes, I have your documents waiting and ready to be exchanged.”

Reaching the base of the stairs, Sionis pauses to survey the room and you watch his eyes expand slightly as he glances over your prone body before moving on. With a purposeful stride, he moves towards Crane’s work desk and drops the briefcase in his hand on the wooden table with a loud thunk.

“As promised.”

“If you open the drawer to the left and take the manila envelope you will find that everything you need is in there.”

Sionis follows the instructions and pulls free his prize. Flicking through it with a thoroughly pleased look, he glances up for only a moment to secure his gaze on Crane.

“It makes me nervous when you wear that, you know. Makes me think that I should take the safety off my guns in case there’s any little gas-filled surprises waiting for me.”

“You have nothing to fear at the moment. It would be foolish to betray you over something as asinine as a case of chemicals.”

“True, but still, if you’re concerned about the company,” a shiver runs across your skin as Sionis openly acknowledges you with a waved hand, “then I’m sure we could convince your little friend here to keep her mouth shut.”

Crane’s spindly fingers rise to his mask as he pulls it free to reveal a nonchalant expression. Following Sionis’ movements, he drops the mask to the desk so that it lays atop the briefcase before turning to face him once more.

“Present company should be ignored. She is no concern to either of us and her fate is sealed.”

Ah, so this was his game.

A sliver of relief pierces your concern, and you widen your eyes and thrash your head a little to play up to the part he needs you to play.

A perfect little victim.

Sionis moves like a serpent as he slips past Crane and comes to stand before you instead.

“Who is she?”

“No idea. I found her walking along the docks earlier this evening. A simple thing, she followed me down here without too much persuasion.”

“Looks like a whore.” Sionis hums and you swallow the insult down with only a little hurt.

“Possibly. The profession does seem to be attracted to this part of the city. Particularly since Zsasz started hunting for prey down in the Bowrey.”

“She’s not an addict though. Too pretty and put together. Maybe she’s new in town and doesn’t know the lay of the land? Probably had a little fallout with daddy and decided to try her luck in another city. That’s how they usually do it.”

Disgust welling within your chest, your eyes flick between the two men quickly, anxiety making your teeth gnaw roughly at the edge of the fabric gag between your lips.

“If you say so.”

Remaining as stoic as ever, the lack of genuine expression on Crane’s face soothes some small part of you; the part which is hoping that his absence of bite is to placate Sionis and mothing more.

Maybe he’s tired of you.

This would be a perfect opportunity to free himself.

“It’s a shame that you fell into the Scarecrow’s hands, sweetheart. I’d have loved to play more with that soft little body I can see peeking out from under those clothes. I would have treated you real nice too.”

Drawing your attention back to him, the open leer on Sionis’ features is punctuated by his hand ghosting over his crotch, the movement stoking your disgust to a new level and you cannot hide the look of revulsion which rolls across your face.

“Oh, she didn’t like that.” His laugh is unpleasant and familiarly sadistic in a terrible way. “This little bitch has some spirit left in her. I like it when they have a little bit of bite left, it makes breaking them in so much more fun.”

A subtle crack of his knuckle rings out as he presses his dark-gloved hands together.

“Bitches like that love to fight until there’s nothing left of them. And even when they’ve learned their lessons and give in they can always be taught to do better, to do as they’re told faster, to fuck exactly as their owner wants them to. Or the lessons start all over again.”

Sionis takes a step forward and instinct forces your head back against the headrest as horrible imagine, full of violence and cruelty inflicted without mercy, flit through your mind. He drops to one knee, maintaining eye-level with you as he speaks with an almost friendly tone, one which does not meet the vicious glee which radiates from his masked face.

“Maybe if you’re really nice, kitten, then the Scarecrow here will let you suck his cock to stay alive for an extra day or two. Would you do that for him? You look like you know your way around a man’s co-”

“Enough, Sionis.” Crane interjects lazily, the boredom lacing his tone clear. “I don’t play with my food.”

“Liar, You’re a bigger prick than any of us, Crane.” A pause. “Look here, you can see this bitch has been around the block a few times.”

His gloves are cool as they press against your cheek roughly, tilting your head to the side to expose more of your neck. The touch is repulsive and it takes every ounce of your self-control to not recoil from it.

“I know these kinda marks well, this bitch has been choked recently and I bet she liked it.” His hand disappears from your head with a playful flick. “Well, sweetheart? Nod for me to show that I’m right. Nod and tell us that you’re a whore who likes to be knocked around. We’re nice guys, we won’t judge.”

Your head remains stock still, eyes flicking to Crane who has the faintest furrow in his brow.

“Sionis.” The word rolls from his lips, the warning clear.

“Why bother pretending that you care what I say or do to the little bitch? She’ll end up on the slab like all the other ones. You might as well have some fun before that happens. It might loosen you up a bit.”

His hand appears before you once more and your breath hitches as it squeezes roughly at your left breast through your shirt.

Instinct takes over in a flash as you lash out with your unrestrained foot, the kick taking him by surprise as the bulk of your heel smashes off his clothed shin.

A hiss of pained surprise breaks free of his lips.

“Fucking whore!”

A sharp, sudden pain ricochets through your head as his gloved hand collides solidly with your left cheek and the quick movement makes bile rise in your throat as you swallow it down in panic. The shock of it stuns you for a moment as your vision swims dangerously and you rapidly blink away the fuzziness to see Sionis’ wrist gripped in Crane’s hand as he prevents a second blow.

“I will not warn you again, leave my subject alone.”

Crane’s voice is low, laced with danger, and the presence of it pairs with the adrenaline coursing through your system to make you feel light-headed.

“Stupid cunt kicked me.”

“And if you damage her then my experiment will be for nothing. I will not have days of research ruined for a petty act of violence.”

Snatching his hand free with a clear expression of rage, Sionis glares at you and you can feel the throb of your cheek as you stare back at him with a fearful defiance.

“I’ll give you 20 for her.”

“What?”

“20k. Cash. But only if you let me leave with her tonight before you fuck her mind up with that shit you like to inject them with.” Sionis explains, the black material of his lips twisted into a cruel smile. “It’s been a while since I had a fresh piece of bitch to play with and this one is pretty enough to keep me entertained for a while. Then, when the guys and I have broken her in fully she can be passed on. For a reasonable price, of course.”

A gloved hand snakes around your jaw once more, fingers digging in harshly to the fabric which is stretched across your cheek, and you snap your head away in a futile gesture as fresh panic makes your chest heave. Warm breath washes over your face and your wrists pull roughly at the restraints once more while you struggle in place.

“In fact, let me pull this gag off her and hear how pretty her screams are and I’ll make it up to 25k. Call it a favour between old friends.”

Eyes wide and vision blurring as tears threaten the edge of your vision, you focus past Sionis to land your sight on Crane as you silently beg him to help you, to pull this bastard off you or at least do something to help.

Anything.

You deserved that much.

“I will have to decline your generous offer. You’re not the only one who can see the value in a specimen who will not be missed by anyone. Her value to my research is high.”

Releasing you with a growl, Sionis takes a few steps back and Crane subtly slithers into the space he had just held, placing himself in the space between you both.

“You’ve lost your teeth, Crane.”

“As I said, I value my research above petty acts of violence, Sionis. Remember to whom you speak before I change my mind about our business.”

“To whom I speak, eh?” Roman hisses. “I tell you what then. I’ll give you 10k, right here and now, if you inject the bitch with that shit you produce. I want to hear her scream, one way or another.”

Silence rings throughout the basement and time seems to freeze as all present await Crane’s response.

“10k is agreeable.”

Shock washes over you like a dash of freezing water and your head snaps towards Crane’s position as a flurry of panicked thoughts filter through your head.

No.

This was just another part of his game.

He wouldn’t.

The fear which swirls in your chest as he turns his back to you and starts to do something at his work desk is intense, your wrists again pulling at the restraints which hold you in place in a way which is no longer an act on your part.

His feet sound heavy against the floor as he approaches you once more, filled syringe in his right hand, and you kick out at him roughly, unwilling to be a conspirator in your own betrayal.

“Bastard!” You scream at him, the word entirely muffled by the gag within your mouth.

He seems to understand though and a look of irritation tinged with something unreadable floods his gaze as he dodges your kicking legs to wrap a thin hand around your neck in a familiar grip. Again, time seems to freeze for a moment as you make one final incomprehensible plea.

Please, don’t. You beg with your expression as your breath hitches in your throat. Please.

His expression is unflinching as he holds your gaze and sinks the needle into your exposed neck, emptying the dose in one fluid gesture before pulling the syringe free and dropping it to the floor.

This was no hybrid toxin, that much was immediately clear as the delicious warmth which your previous experience with his toxin had afforded you was notably missing. Instead, a chill pierces your entire frame, spreading from the point of injection like a cancer as it sweeps through your bloodstream.

Your eyes land on Sionis and the sadistic joy within his gaze causes a sob to rise in your chest, the sound obscured by the gag as you instead glance to the ceiling. The shadows there seem to writhe and move, something dangerous lurking within them that you can’t see but you can feel it there, watching you, waiting for an opportunity to strike.

Something scuttles up your arm and you scream into the gag as you glance down to see whatever nightmarish creature is dancing across you skin. However, as your panicked eyes dart around your vulnerable body you can see nothing there.

Hallucinations.

Crane’s voice reaches your ears but the words are muffled, almost like they were coming through an old radio, and your gaze flies to him as your body cowers away in position as a fresh scream is captured by the gag.

Crane is gone, replaced by some creature which is more teeth and claws than flesh. His mouth opens to showcase rows and rows of razor-sharp teeth which you can feel piercing your skin like a thousand tiny needles and the promise of the pain makes you recoil once more, your head tilting upwards as you slam your eyes shut.

The horrific visuals killed in the crib, you breathe out a stuttering sob as the aural hallucinations take hold of you. Tiny voices whispering promises of violence, of the fact that Crane had chosen to give you up to Sionis, of the things which both men would do to you now that you were defenceless.

Things which would make you wish that those men on the dock that night had killed you.

No! You scream within your head. He wouldn’t do that. He protec-

Once. He protected you once and now his patience has worn thin.

He enjoys me too much to kill me.

What you add to his life he can take from others.

That’s not true. I come to him willingly and he respects that. He helps me with work things too even whe-

He helps you because you fuck him. You amuse him like a pet.

He saved me from Tetch and killed those men.

You think his jealousy and bloodlust mean he cares? Silly mouse.

The use of the familiar petname is what breaks you and you feel the fat tears tickling your skin like an insect as they cascade along your cheeks.

The voice was right.

You meant nothing to him, save for being an amusement. A pretty bauble which he was just waiting for the right moment to break.

Whimpering into the gag, you lose yourself to the voices which seem determined to tear what remains of your bravado to shreds. Each wicked whisper punctuated by the ghostly sensation of hands on your body, every stroke cruel and threatening as they serve to deepen the chill which punctures your skin.

“The toxin will not kill her.”

Straining past the whispers, you can hear Crane speaking and his voice is closer to the modulated speech which filters through his mask.

“What a shame. For her. How many times will she get it while she’s down here?”

“The dosage depends on the individual. Some die after one dose, some take closer to four or five. Eventually the heart gives out due to the strain.”

“It’s a waste, Crane. I could have had use of her for much longer. She would have been great to break in and bring to heel.”

“Perhaps. Regardless, I have upheld my end of the bargain and our business here is done.”

“I’ll leave the cash by the briefcase. Your little bitch here has put me in the mood for some fun of my own, so I’ll leave you to yours.”

A sound, something like a grunt, answers him as your eyes remain clamped shut.

“See you in the obituaries, cunt.”

The words cut through the aural hallucinations like a knife and after a few moments you hear the vague slam of a metal door which signals that Sionis is gone.

And still you refuse to open your eyes.

You can hear Crane clattering around the basement as your hands ball into fists. Fear lances your heart as you wait for a final blow. Something to put you out of your misery, just as the voices promised.

It was not to come as a thin hand on your forearm makes you flinch in place, your head jerking to the side.

“This is an antidote. Stay still.”

As much as you hated him in that moment, the clinical voice possesses some comfort and you still your body as much as possible to allow him to manipulate you. Without making any further sound, you wince at the surprise of pain as he sinks the needle into your neck and administers the compound smoothly.

“This antidote was specifically curated for this particular toxin variant,” he mutters in the space above you, “so the effects should work almost instantaneously given that it was not a complete dose.”

As the antidote courses through your system, his hands move to undo the restraints which hold you in place; first focusing on the strap around your stomach before switching to the wrist straps and finishing with the gag which was now disgustingly damp with both tears and sweat.

Freed, you remain in place as you tentatively open your eyes.

His claims are true as you glance back at the threatening shadows only to find nothing within them. Head throbbing, a wave of nausea overtakes you and you jerk forward in one snappy movement as you reach around for something which you could vomit in.

Snatching up the small wastepaper bin which sits only a foot away from the chair, you bring it to your lips just as the bile which has been threatening you since Sionis’ appearance rises once again. You retch into the bin, the movement burning your chest like acid, and your throat convulses as you finish up and wipe your mouth with the sleeve of your shirt.

Reclining once more, you focus on steadying your breathing as your shirt clings to your sweat-soaked skin with every slight movement until you feel ready to face him.

Tilting your head, your watery gaze meets his own and he has the gall to be standing before you with his arms crossing his chest.

“What do you feel?”

Moving with a speed which only serves to make the pounding of your head increase, you fly from the chair as your hands land on his chest in a glancing blow. Unfortunately, the quick dart proves too much for you and you fall past him to your knees; the hard ground hitting you like a truck as you flinch in pain.

“Bastard!” You throw at him, your head facing the floor to offset the dizziness. “You snake bastard.”

“The meeting with Sionis had slipped my mind and I had to act in the moment.”

His arm wraps around your waist and lifts you to your feet, setting you steadily to a standing position as he peers deeply into your face, searching for any signs of lingering toxin effect.

Adrenaline powers you, your body shaking like a leaf as you push yourself away from his chest and stand your ground against him; fear giving way to an anger which boils in your chest, just waiting to scald the first thing it came into contact with.

“Act in the moment?” You spit the words with venom. “By injecting me with your toxin? Letting Sionis hit me in the face? Grope me like-”

At the final statement, your words waver dangerously and you bite back the lump which forms in your throat as you cut yourself off.

Anger, honest in its intent, flashes in Crane’s face as his lips curl back into a snarl.

“I never thought that he would be so bold. Once his intentions were clear I intervened and prevented any further harm. Don’t make the mistake of thinking that I liked seeing his hands on you.”

“Why? Because I’m yours? You don’t give a shit that he hurt me, you just care that he touched something that you think belongs to you.”

“Is that what you think?” His voice is flat, any previous emotion stripped from it in an instant.

“Ten thousand. That’s what my loyalty to you was worth.” You accuse with a shaky finger. “You sold me out for money.”

“It was not a full dose. I’m no fool.”

Hot rage floods you at the reasoning as you realise that an apology is not forthcoming.

He did what he had to, and he wasn’t sorry.

Not for any of it.

“You knew I hadn’t eaten. You know what we did earlier. A reduced dose, sure, I’ll believe that. But you knew that I wasn’t in a position to fight against it. Hell, you were even taking me to dinner because you knew that my body was worn out.”

Crane stands like a statue, his expression as blank as ever even as his eyes flash dangerously. He’s coiled like a snake and ready to lash out but you are too blinded by your feelings to care.

Bundling the hem of your shirt in your hands, a sudden wave of melancholy envelops you and it guts you from the inside out.

“I would have given you it. The toxin. After all that shit with Tetch and those thugs,” you pause as a fresh shudder washes over you,” I would have let you do it. Tie me down and inject me with a real dose of toxin. No pheromones. No gimmicks. That’s how fucking stupid I am. That’s how much I trusted that you wouldn’t hurt me to the point where I would break.”

At the confession, you glance at him but his expression remains empty save for a slight twitch in his jaw.

“But you took that from me. You took something that I would have given you. And you did it to save face with a rapist. One of your old friends.”

“Sionis is no friend of m-”

“Don’t. Don’t say that.”

“My options in the moment were limite-”

Again, you cut him off.

“You agreed!” The words come out shrill and fresh pain stabs at your head. “Sionis didn’t even demand it. 10k and you accepted it with a smile.”

“He was asking too many questions.”

“And you gave him the answers that he wanted. Even at the cost of me.”

Finally, Crane’s features dissolve into open frustration; his lips curling back as his nose twitches in irritation.

“You know who I am. What I am.”

“I do know, but then I have also seen other small things. And it’s those small things which keep me coming back here even though it’s fucking madness on my part.”

“Whatever you think you know about me is wrong.” Crane spat.

You circle him to put your back to the stairs and he matches your movements like it were a twisted dance, his eyes showing that he was more than aware of your intentions.

Eyes darting around the room, they land on a thick stack of money which lays atop his work desk and renewed anger pulses through you. Your feet ring out against the flooring as you storm over to the money, snatching it up in your right hand and feeling it between your fingers for a moment.

Ten thousand dollars.

“It’s no bag of silver but here-”

Cutting yourself off, you throw the money at his feet with as much force as you can muster. It bounces off the floor once before stopping just behind him, laying on the filthy ground like it held a grudge.

“You feel betrayed.”

Incredulity cuts through the rage as you splutter in indignation; but your potential response is choked back as he continues to speak.

“Ten thousand dollars for an act which I knew would not kill you and also allow me to keep Sionis from growing suspicious of your presence. Why would I make any other choice when the benefits outweighed the risks so greatly? If you thought there was any other option that I would take then what you think you understand about me is wrong.”

“That night, when those men attacked me here, I saw it. I understood more than you might like.”

“You saw nothing of what I did to those men.”

“Not them.” You counter. “I don’t care about them. I’m talking about me. You wouldn’t touch me, wouldn’t fuck me even though I was desperate. Told me no and to wait until I was more stable. A true monster wouldn’t have hesitated, they would have taken advantage and let me do something I would have regretted.”

Crane falls silent, unable to refute the point.

“You showed me a genuine kindness that night and I’ve never forgotten it. But I can’t live like this. Your life outside of whatever the hell this is will eventually get me killed. It was only your toxin today but how far will you go the next time to prove that I mean nothing to you?”

“Tonight was an unexpected occurrence. It won’t happe-”

“What if Sionis returned? How would you deal with that? What would I be worth to you then to save your reputation? For only 20k you wouldn’t ever have to see me again.”

Crane remains silent, his arms still crossed over his chest as you continue; your words growing more hysterical even as you fight to keep them level.

“What if it was Riddler? Would you let him put me in one of those death traps I see on the news? You save me from one monster only to allow another to sniff around me without care. If my safety is dependent on your whims then it’s a walking death and I can’t stand it.”

“What do you want from me?”

His question is a growl but you take note of the fact that he is unable to respond to any of your points and that knowledge makes the lump in your throat tighten.

“I want you to let me go. I want you to let me leave this basement without trying to stop me, knowing that I might not ever come back.”

“No.”

“Then you’ll need to kill me.” The words come out as a scream, tinged with rage and upset. “Or why don’t you take your friend Roman’s advice and keep me here as a piece of meat to abuse and fuck whenever you want? You certainly didn’t seem too put off by the idea. Maybe the Scarecrow really is the great and terrible monster that people think he is.”

He storms forward and you steel your spine as he pauses directly in the space before you, his presence enveloping you as his hand twitches suspiciously by his side as though he were holding it back.

“Do you want to hit me?” You ask, the words low and hoarse given the damage to your throat and you almost wished he would raise a hand, just to get something from him that wasn’t this fucking stoicism.

The lack of outburst is somehow more terrible than any alternative and it angers you in a way you can’t quite place as you repeat your question.

“Do you want to hit me, Dr. Crane?”

His jaw twitches once more.

“Right now? Yes.”

“Then why don’t you?”

“I don’t know.” He mutters with a frustration which seems more internal than directed. “If it were anyone else-”

Browns knitting into a deep frown, he cut himself off.

The room falls silent aside from the light sound of the shared breathing; your own shaky and stuttering while his remains steady and measured.

“I don’t want to be near you.” You confess. “Not right now, not after this.”

Maybe it was the defeated sigh which served as a pause between your words, or maybe it was the brimming tears which threatened to fall free of your eyes, but the sag of his shoulders as he steps away from your position is all the encouragement you need.

Unsteady legs carry you to the base of the stairs and the lump in your throat chokes down any possible words which you could offer as you pause for only a moment. The anger boiling within your gut demands further retribution, but it is overshadowed by the betrayal which stings at your heart; a betrayal which feels all the more bitter given how peaceful your night had started and how stupid you had allowed yourself to become.

Still paused, you refuse to turn your head and instead swipe your thumb along your cheek to wipe off a stray tear as you quickly ascend the stairs, the creak of the old wood announcing your departure better than any speech could.

Slipping through the doorway into the frigid Gotham air, the metal door behind you clicks shut just as the sudden screech of smashing glass ushers you out and you try not to think about how much it sounds like a beaker colliding with a wall as you shakily make your way to your car.

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Whumptober Day 5: Roman Sionis x F!Reader

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Day 5: Hostage/Kidnapping/Held at Gunpoint

Summary: With reader now being known as Roman Sionis’s girlfriend, she becomes an easy target.

WARNINGS: 18+ Graphic depiction of physical assault, graphic mention of blood/bruises/swelling, gang violence, mention of drugs, reader didn't know that Sions runs a mob, graphic depiction of murder, gun usage, slight PTSD

The room is cold and dark. You don’t know where you are but you definitely know that you’re not back at home. Home. A place where you were ripped away from without anyone knowing. A harsh hand slaps across your face, causing your head to whip to the side. “I’m going to ask you this one more time, where is Sionis keeping his supply.” You let out a whimper as the man you don’t know grips onto your face, squishing your already aching face in between his short, fat fingers. 

“I told you, I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Another slap lands across your face as you spit out some blood. 

“So you’re meaning to tell me that Sionis’s little pet doesn’t know where he’s storing the drugs?” The man snarls as your eyes widen. Drugs? What on earth is he talking about? Sure, Roman is a bit… eccentric, but he wouldn’t be dealing drugs. Would he?

“What drugs?” You cry out, the rope binding your arms to the chair rubbing your skin raw as the man backs up, looking you over.

“Do you seriously not know that your lover is a crime boss?” He laughs as the others around you also laugh, confusion among other feelings predominating your emotions.

“He owns a club. That’s all he does.” You try to defend but something tells you that even you don’t believe it.

“Oh you sweet, sweet child. You really don’t have a clue. Roman Sionis owns a club, it’s true. But he is also one of the crime lords supplying Gotham with its drug problem.”

“No, you’re wrong.” Tears well in your eyes as your brain starts putting the pieces together. The random stains in some of his clothes. The faint smell of gunpowder. The random screams you hear. His off-putting behavior. It all makes sense now. Sensing your revelation, the man motions to two of the guys behind you. 

“Take her away.”

—-------

“Roman.” Zsasz walks in, a packet in his hands as Roman looks up from his desk, hair messy and still in his pajamas.

“What is it? Did you find her?” He walks around the desk towards his right hand man. The first few hours of your disappearance Roman has just thought that you finally decided to leave him and he threw a rage fit. He really only calmed down when Zsasz pointed out the fact that all of your stuff is still in the apartment and nothing was missing, only you. Which led to the conclusion that you have been taken. In which Roman quickly mobilized his men to try and hunt you down.

Handing Roman the file, Zsasz quickly steps away, knowing that Roman would likely throw another fit once he sees the contents. Opening the file, he pulls out the photos and he sees red. One photo is you in a chair, tied to the posts. Another photo is more of a close up where he sees the rope cutting into your skin. The last photo is another close up, but this time of your face. Bruises and swelling around your eyes, beaten cheeks, bruised, swollen, bloody lips and it makes his blood boil.

“What do you want to do boss?” Roman looks up and Zsasz’s eyes widen. Sure he’s seen Roman angry, but the calmness on Roman’s face even has Zsasz intimated. 

“Gather everyone.”

—-----

The sound of gunfire stirs you out of your unconsciousness and causes you to jump, only to be met with resistance. Men shouting orders and profanities barely contrast to the amount of gun fire being shed. You begin to cry, terrified of what’s going on. You try to get out of the binds but it’s only rubbing against your already broken skin. After a few minutes the gunfire stops, shoes clicking against the floor and you can hear a gun cock. 

“No. Please. No. No.” A voice begs as the footsteps stop.

“Where is she?” The voice sounds vaguely familiar but it also sounds muffled, like there’s a mask covering the voice.

“She’s in there!” Your eyes widen as you realize that they’re talking about you. Full out crying, you’re trying to loosen the rope as much as possible but it doesn’t budge. 

“Thank you for your cooperation.” A single gunshot rings out and you let out a sob, shutting your eyes and silently praying that whoever just murdered that person is not here to murder you. “Open it.” The door creaks open as feet rush in, one coming directly towards you.

“Please don’t hurt me. I’m innocent. I didn’t do anything.” You beg, tears falling down your face as you turn away.

“Shh, shh, it’s okay. I’m here. Roman’s here.” Your eyes slowly open as much as they can as you turn your head towards the voice. 

“Roman? What are you doing here?” He shushes you as you feel your hands become free, the rope that was once holding you back now gone as you surge into Roman’s arms. “Oh Roman, it was so terrible. They said terrible things. They said that you run a gang and that you’re storing drugs?” His silence is deafening and you realize that the person who had you captured was right. “He was right, wasn’t he?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he dismisses your claim but you know. 

“I can’t believe you. Why would you do that?”

“Look baby, we can talk about this later, but we need to get you some medical care. Kay?” You begrudgingly decide to let it go, letting Roman help you out of the chair. He motions for Zsasz and another henchmen to help you but you jerk away from them and into Roman. “You guys go away,” Roman motions for them to leave and as they do, Roman sweeps you up into his arms, knowing that you probably won’t like the fact that the floors are littered with bodies. “Just focus on me, okay. I’m going to get you out of here and we’ll talk.”

“Promise?” You lay your head into his shoulder as he struggles not to gag at the fact that your blood is getting on his Gucci suit. 

“I promise.” 

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[stardancerluv]

A Night Out, 44 Below

Part 4

Summary: Things are growing serious.

Note: Roman is harsh and yet there is a soft flashback in italics.

PS sorry about having slowed down greatly! Work has become incredibly more time consuming and Being in a relationship in these times is tough.

Flustered, you looked at him. You made a face. “Roman, please.” Terror filled you.

“Talk to me.” His voice had taken a dark edge, one you had never heard before. It further fueled your fear.

“Not here.” You whispered and grabbed your glass. You gulped your drink down.

His grip tightened. “Talk to me or I will find the waitress.” His voice, grew deeper and raspier.

You whimpered, a tear escaped. “Carmine and his goons, grabbed me.” You looked at him through other tears that threatened to spill. Somehow, you managed to swallow them down.

His grip immediately softened. His thumb gently grazed your wrist, under the small rose of the bracelet he had given you not too long ago. It had been such a fun day.

******

The sun had managed to break through the gray clouds which had endlessly hung over Gotham. You were feeling amazing, you had just been told they were going to hold a gala in your honor in the autumn. People loved your creations. You were dating, the dark yet intoxicating Roman Sionis, life couldn’t get any better.

So there in your studio, you turned up your music! Your messy pony tail swished from side to side as you began dancing around in shorts and a slouchy shirt.

“Hey baby.”

You let out a scream when you turned around and found Roman, ever so casually lounging on one of your sofas. You ran over to him, easily he made room for you as you knelt between his legs. “What are you doing here? Heck, how did you get in here?” You were breathless.

He rose an eyebrow. “Your door was foolishly unlocked.”

You shrugged and tucked some hair behind your ear. Inside, his very presence made you flutter. “No one cares about little ol me.”

“I do.”

His admission made your heart squeeze. “Roman.” Was all you could say.

“Well, it’s true baby.” He pulled you to him. Somehow, now you were laying partially on him.

You looked up at him. “I am glad you do.”

His blue eyes were bright and they sparkled as he met yours and even returned the smile. Seeing that it was one of those rare ones, your heart which was already beating hard, beat harder.

“Reach into my pocket. I have something for you.” His smile became smug.

“What did you do?”

“Reach into my pocket and see.”

“Ok, ok.” Leaning gently against you reached in, sure enough you felt something. Taking it out, words failed you. It was delicate. The rose, the little jewel you looked at Roman, completely surprised.

“I had some success and wanted to spoil my baby.”

“But Roman.”

One of his gloved fingers brushed against your lips.

“I wanted to. Now let me fasten it and see it on you.”

Moments later you help up your wrist.

“Perfect. Just as I thought it would be.”

******

“What the fuck did he do?” His voice, shattered the memory.

“I went to the ladies room, like I said.” You swallowed. “And they grabbed me when I left.”

“I will make them pay.”

“Roman.”

All you could utter was his name.

“Is that them?”

You followed his eyes to the men, near well more like around Falcone.

“I guess, they brought me to a very dark part of the club.” Your lip trembled.

Roman slipped, his phone out of his pocket. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him type a quick message. He quickly typed something, you couldn’t catch before he slipped his phone back into his pocket.

“Now, it may have been dark but you have good instincts. Were any of them exceptionally rough with you?”

You swallowed and focused. Roman’s words were rough and clipped. Oddly his harshness made you focus. You knew they had crossed you.

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[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

How would Black Mask deal with a F!reader that can be quite a brat sometimes like tries to get his reaction by making him jealous or disobedies him hoping for punishment (like can be kinda toxic as him)? 👀 Can be NSFW

"Love Bites" Black Mask x f!reader

Oh... My sweet darling. There are consequences to your actions.

TW: NSFW, sub/dom dynamics, brat taming, possessive, degradation (including language), biting, caning/spanking, bondage, spitting

Let's be clear. Roman does not abide by brats. He is much too controlling and doesn't get a lot of amusement from disobedience. A little back and forth is one thing. Banter, y'know, that kind of shit. The only reason he'd put up with much of it is because he's particularly into his partner aka you.

Intentionally going out to make him jealous without it being an agreed thing? You're on your ass. You're his and you're loyal if you want to stay in this relationship. If you guys have had some talk about it in a play sense, that's different. As long as you're okay with him beating another man bloody for it depending on how receptive they got with you. You, on the other hand, are going to be bruised and covered in bite marks for at least a week after that. Just so everyone fucking knows not to try him.

"Yeah, you little fucking cocktease?" He'd huff and groan as he pounds you against a desk, "Whose cunt is this? Yeah. That's right. Mine. Don't you fucking forget it." You'll be lucky if you aren't sore after with the pace he's going.

He won't reward bratty behavior if that's what you're hoping for. Oh, no, he's going to first go down the list of agreed terms he can degrade you with- And if he's feeling nice you're going to pick out the tool he's gonna use to spank your ass and thighs raw. If the skin isn't red and/or inflamed by the time he's done, it wasn't done right. If he's not feeling nice, he's picking whatever is gonna get the most air and sting on contact.

You'll apologize, he'll finger your pussy and bring you to the precipice... Then come the ice packs. Hey, don't bitch and complain to him, he's giving you aftercare. Icing then rubbing cream to help numb. All appropriate. Don't look at him for any release. And you're definitely not allowed to touch yourself. What isn't he hearing, you ungrateful little slut? That's right, a "thank you."

If he's feeling particularly pushed? Suspension of your body with your toes just barely touching the ground. Just stable and load-bearing enough he can keep you there for a while without damaging your joints. A toy to your clit. Break. Toy... Break. Open your mouth. He's going to spit his saliva onto your tongue. Hope you liked that, babe, that's all you're getting from him tonight. He's going to toy with you until you're practically sobbing to cum or have him touch you at least-

"You gonna be a good girl?" He'll ask, "Are you gonna fucking listen to me? I tell you not to do that, and now maybe you'll mind."

As you nod and apologize, he'll let you down before lifting you or at minimum helping you to the nearest bathtub. Nice and hot with bubbles. Clean up your face and some fluffy pajamas after. He's not a sappy type but he'll kiss your forehead and say he "forgives" you. Maybe next time he can give you something really nice if you behave.

With any luck, he'll have you in shape in no time.

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[sashi-ya]

五 𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗦𝗘𝗦 𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡𝗧: 𝐓𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦, 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 [+18] 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚓𝚒 𝚡 𝙵! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

✦ request: @thus-spoke-lo: Hi sashi! Congrats on 5.5k, that’s amazing! For your event, I was hoping to request Chocolate, cherries, and whipped cream w/ Sanji for f!reader? ➜ hi love!! thank you so much! And of course! I hope you enjoy 💖 ✦ tw: NSFT. food play. masturbation. sexualizing the cook as he beats the cream :P ✦ masterlist

There is an unbreakable rule in Sanji’s kitchen: do not waste food. And it’s that important that not even a woman could get forgiven by him if she did. No matter what you do, any plate should be finished and appreciated. (Not that it was hard to do so).

Yet, perhaps, there is always an exception to the rule? Right?

His delicate hands, only used for cooking, whip the cream on that clear bowl. The heavy milky liquid splashes to the side of that recipient, your eyes follow every white drop.

Seeing Sanji from behind, as he whisks the cream, made you giggle… “I wonder if that’s the way he looks when he jerks off” you think, taking your hands to your cheeks and feeling them as hot as the oven Sanji has turned on some minutes ago.

He started slowly. And now he goes fast, faster; forming peeks of white fluffy preparation. You bite your lower lip and bet his seed tastes as sweet as that Chantilly.

Sanji hasn’t noticed your presence yet. His earphones blast “La Vie en Rose” as he completely unaware enjoys with passion his cooking process. While you get to be a spy of such moment with your elbows on the breakfast bar and your chin resting on your hands.

Sunset comes through the porthole of the kitchen, kissing his golden locks with an orangey light; he hums to the French verses on his earphones as the cream is exactly at its perfect point.

The prince lifts the balloon whisk up to go over his mouth height and sticks his tongue out. The perfect peeks formed of his pristine sweet delight reach his taste buds making him moan so pleased.

Your lips separate. His refined profile, his straight nose, his slightly wavy hair… imagery as delicious as his foods.

You decide to stay quiet; you are sure he isn’t gonna take much to feel your presence; Sanji has an amazing observation haki…

But the blonde still doesn’t sense you and turns around in search for, what his grunts let you know, “the chocolate”.

You smirk, that’s gonna be a hell of a search… because you have the bars right in your hand.

“where the fuck… don’t tell me it was that damn marimo!... wait no, he doesn’t like chocolate… LUFFY!!” he screams, turning around so violently and yet so classy.

But instead of a gum gum boy with chocolate stains on his lips he finds you.

“(N-Name)-chan!” he squeaks, scandalized and surely ashamed for the improper language used. “I didn’t see you, were you talking to me? I’m really sorry I was listeni-“ he stops.

You lift your hand showing him the bars of chocolate; “are you looking for this, Sanji-kun?” you ask, smiling and looking at him with an intense gaze that turns his legs weak.

He blinks repeatedly. His cheeks become red like cherries. His visible blue eye widens. Sanji sniffles; you know what’s about to happen…

“I- I yes. Bu- but if you wish to eat them raw I can find n- new ones” he murmurs, standing frozen with still the utensil covered in whipped cream on his right hand.

“Oh no… and lose the opportunity to eat you?... I mean, your creation? I can wait!... oh, by the way, can I try?” you ask, smiling oh so innocently and pointing at the tip of the whisk.

The cook looks at his hand and swallows. He couldn’t say no. If you are asking for it, then you will have it. He nods and is about to take a spoon to scoop some fresh cream out of the bowl, but you walk and stop him.

Rounding his wrist you take the whisk to your mouth, and so deadly sexy you lick the rests of snowy sugary preparation while never taking your eyes from his.

“Mmmhhh… Sanji-kun!! Mhh! Your cream is always so delicious!” you moan, putting special emphasis on the “your cream” part while giving little jumps in place to make your boobs bounce.

“You- you like it…” Sanji murmurs, almost with no voice and trying so hard not to lose all his bloodstream through his nose.

You let go of his hand, reaching for his headphones and taking them away. As you do, you come so close to his face as you could possibly be.

Sanji is a true gentleman, he might tell women a lot of sweet compliments, but he would never touch one without her consent… and specially, if one of them really approaches him, he loses absolutely any will. Sanji becomes a prisoner of your eyes, he forgets to breathe, to even think.

“I like it, yes. However, and believe I know you are the expert here, I’ve read that sometimes Chantilly tastes better when it gets combined with the taste of a man’s skin” you whisper, reaching the bowl from over the counter and dipping your finger in it. “Would you let me try?”

You delicately smear the creamy contents of your fingertip onto his cupids bow. Sanji’s lips barely separate, his heart pumps as hard as ever and you can even feel the sound of every beat.

Slowly, but surely, you reach for his upper lip and with the tip of your tongue you lick clean the cream on top of it. You can feel Sanji’s legs trembling, those that are so strong and hot. His veiny soft and pale hands quiver too. He wants, he desires to touch your waist.

“I wasn’t wrong, Sanji-kun… wanna try too?” you invite him, smirking and smearing now a lot more cream on your lips, taking it down trough the commissure of your lip and into your neck.

And how much can a man resist such temptation?

Sanji changes for brief seconds; you can see it in his eyes. A darkness aura that bathes his eyes, the presence of his whole being that you know it’s nothing but haki… his hands suddenly grabbing you by your waist, lifting you up and sitting you right in the counter he was cooking in.

His lips attack yours, kissing you so desperately, as if he wasn’t able to contain himself anymore. His tongue in and outside your lips, going down, cleaning the cream off your skin with subtle grunts worthy of the Pirate King’s right wing.

Sanji rips your white blouse mercilessly, exposing your breasts. Your chest is like Heaven to him; it’s simply like walking through the sky.

“You got the cream, I got the chocolate…” you whisper. “And you got also the cherries, my goddess” he moans before attacking your nipples with his teeth. Pulling from them, making you whine in total ecstasy.

You reach for his pants, you have no idea how, but you are able to unbuckle his belt expertly. They fall into the ground, exposing his boxers as wet as your sex and as hard as he can be.

While he keeps devouring your skin, indulging in the taste of your flesh that becomes sticky as the rests of cream melt because of your heat, you reach for his sex.

Pumping hard, as you imagine he was doing while beating the cream, you give your favourite blonde so much pleasure.

He retorts, but you don’t stop. You keep going, making him look up at you with your free hand under his chin. “Come for me, come on”.

Sanji’s eyebrows join in the middle of his forehead, his all blue eyes closed, his lips separated… climaxing so beautifully right into your hand and reaching your belly.

“Such a good boy, you indeed had the cream…” you murmur, taking a little of his sweet release pooling on your belly button with your finger to your lips.

You taste it, and yes, it is indeed as sweet as Chantilly… “Delicious, Mr. Prince ~” you purr, as he attacks you and undresses you completely to fuck you mercilessly on top of his ingredients…

There was an exception to the rule, after all… and it was you.

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