#roman sionis is a tease

[thegreatwicked]

Shadows of Deception - Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight

Touch by Steven Rodriguez

Summary: In Gotham City, a world of secrets and danger, Belladonna finds herself embroiled in a web of crime when she becomes a witness to illicit activities at Roman Sions' exclusive club, Masquerade Noir. Instead of eliminating her, Roman sees an opportunity and spares her life, forming an unconventional alliance. They pose as a couple, using each other as alibis to deceive the police. But as they delve deeper into their charade, their connection intensifies, blurring the lines between reality and deception. As desire and danger collide, they discover unexpected love in the midst of a thrilling and forbidden affair.

Rating: Explicit; graphic depictions of sex and violence

Pairing: Roman Sionis/OFC; Belladonna Black, slight Zsasz/OFC if enough interest.

Amid the swirling chaos that often accompanied Roman Sionis and his seemingly impulsive actions, there was a quality he held in high regard: an unyielding dedication to his word. Be it a menacing threat or a resolute commitment to arrive at a precise moment, you could rely on him like clockwork, knowing he would make a stylish entrance without fail.

This was why, when Belladonna outlined the terms of their arrangement, which included defined, timely visits rather than erratic ones, her expectations weren't high. However, she was pleasantly surprised when Roman appeared right on time at 11 a.m., bearing a to-go cup of her coffee and a tasteful box of French macarons tucked beneath his arm. He donned the role of the adoring boyfriend with such finesse that his true identity remained a secret, a master of disguise to rival any spy or vigilante. Cameras discreetly captured snapshots of his apparent devotion to Belladonna, and whispers that once contained scandalous gossip now hummed with admiration and envy.

The fashion house was a whirlwind of madness, even more so than his previous visit. Models donning the latest designs flitted about like exotic birds of paradise, and flustered assistants scurried to keep pace with the tempestuous nature of fashion week. Roman dismissed it as the customary bedlam of the industry.

As he weaved through the labyrinth of fabrics, colors, and hushed murmurs, completely aware of all the eyes following him. Veils of curiosity hung delicately over their expressions, and Roman, a charismatic showman to his core, basked in their intrigue.

Accompanied by Zsasz, he effortlessly navigated through Belladonna's workplace as though he had always belonged there, and in a way, these were his people; young, professional, beautiful, glamorous, for hire. He radiated charm and charisma, extending a hand to designers, photographers, stylists, and even Belladonna's boss. His friendly disposition won over her colleagues effortlessly, leaving them with a positive impression of the man who had once been vilified by tabloids. Finally, he located Belladonna and Daisy in the heart of the organized chaos. With Zsasz in tow, Roman approached them, his steps exuding a graceful confidence. The mask of the devoted boyfriend naturally settled on his handsome features as he leaned in to kiss Belladonna, his lips brushing against hers with genuine affection.

"Hello, ladies," he greeted them warmly. Belladonna had barely let his name slip from her lips in a surprised whisper when Roman greeted her with another surprisingly tender and affectionate kiss on the lips. "Hello, angel," he breathed in a warm, adoring tone. Maintaining eye contact for a fleeting moment, Roman then presented Belladonna with her coffee. "A grande rose-infused white mocha," he announced. Her astonishment was evident as she blinked in surprise before graciously accepting the drink. 

She managed a soft, "Thanks, baby."

He quickly realized how he liked hearing her call him ‘baby’ with such warmth and affection like he was hers, but not in a way that would mean he belonged to her, no, definitely not, but more like he belonged. He didn’t linger for too long on how her lips curled into a half smile or how she seemed genuinely happy to see him, he quickly shifted his attention to Daisy, extending a beverage to her.

 "And for you, Daisy, a matcha green tea latte." 

Daisy was taken aback, both by Roman's presence and the fact that he'd brought her tea as well. Her disbelief was tangible as she asked, "How did you even know my order?"

Roman's chuckle held a playful glint in his eye. "A smart man pays attention to things ladies like," he quipped, his response accompanied by a charming wink. 

Daisy turned to Belladonna and in absolute bewilderment she couldn't help but express her amazement, tinged with a hint of envy. "How is it you bag such a solid ten, and you don't even try?" she asked, shaking her head.

Belladonna replied with a shrug and a subtle grin, "Just lucky, I guess."

Roman audibly scoffed, his voice laced with playful arrogance. "As if she could have resisted my charm." A sly smile danced on his lips as he continued, "Angel, I know you’re busy but, I'm afraid I need to borrow you for a moment for a private conversation." His emphasis on the word 'private' wasn’t lost on Belladonna and she nodded understanding its meaning. On the other hand, Daisy assumed it was just an excuse to have some time alone with Belladonna.

"You really can't keep your hands off her, can you?" Daisy teased. 

Roman replied with a mischievous grin, pulling Belladonna into his arms. "Can you blame me? Who could control themselves around this absolute goddess?" His flattery caused Daisy to nod in agreement and nearby hearts flutter, and swoon.

“Well, you definitely traded up from Jackson.” Daisy added. “Better make it a quickie, you’ve got a meeting in an hour, and don’t forget to eat something,”

“Not to worry Daisy, I’ll have her back to you in one piece,” With another wink and a charming promise, Roman led Belladonna away to a quieter nearby office, where they could have a moment of privacy for their conversation.

In the quiet seclusion of the obliging office, Roman wasted no time and began with an urgent inquiry. "Who the hell is Jackson?" His tone bore traces of annoyance. 

"He's my ex. Now, what's going on?" Belladonna swiftly attempted to steer the conversation elsewhere taking a sip of her mocha. 

"With a name like Jackson, it's no wonder he's an ex. What’s he have a room temperature IQ too?” He was prodding for a reaction but Belladonna wasn’t interested in entertaining his teenager-like antics. “This’s the guy who's engaged, right?" Her expression and tone conveyed a deep yearning to shift topics, but Roman, once engaged, was difficult to divert, like a Doberman chewing on a bone or a squeaky toy. 

"Yeah, can we move on?" she responded, striving to maintain the flow of the conversation.

"I mean, such a boring, vanilla name... Jackson..." She tried to change the subject, yet he remained unimpressed. 

"Roman!" she called, snapping her fingers in an effort to regain his attention. "Focus. You said we needed to talk. What's going on?" After a brief muttering about how her ex must have been a dull individual compared to him, Roman finally re-engaged. 

"I'm far more interesting," he muttered absentmindedly, silently looking for confirmation, when it became apparent that he wasn’t interested in the conversation until his ego was sufficiently stroked, she conceded,

"Yes, Roman, your presence is the remedy for boredom," she remarked with a pandering expression, she perched herself on the nearby desk, her posture poised in the sparsely decorated room, with one leg elegantly crossed over the other, facing Roman. She opened the box of macarons, hearing their sweet call, her well-manicured fingers selecting one, its lightly tanned hue hinting at a coffee flavor. As she bit into it, savoring the delicate and chewy texture that danced tantalizingly on her taste buds, she tried again to redirect Roman’s limited attention span. "Now, what's so important?"

Upon receiving the confirmation he sought, Roman adopted a serious demeanor. "We need to go to the precinct next week, I’ve held them off as long as I can but any more delays and we’ll start to look more like prime suspects than we already do innocent bystanders." he stated in a flat tone akin to how someone would discuss the weather. Belladonna's eyes widened, and her complexion paled, but Roman didn’t seem phased. "Relax, kitten. We're meeting with those idiot detectives with our lawyers. We need to give formal, informed statements. It's all part of the plan." However, this did little to ease Belladonna's anxiety, this much was obvious by how she sat frozen with the macaron just at her lips. Oddly enough it seemed to amuse Roman, he stood in front of her, plucking the macaron from her and popping it in his mouth. A look of indignance registered over the stolen treat but it quickly faded when she remembered what he said. “Don’t look so worried.” He said with a mouthful of macaron, not bothered at all, but then again Roman had had previous brushes with the law. He’d been locked up in Blackgate, after all. It probably was no big deal to him. “Just tell them what happened, kitten. Nothing to worry about," Roman reassured her. 

Confused and shocked, she hopped off the desk and took a few steps to disperse the nervous energy she had in her before she retorted, "You want me to tell the police what happened the last time we were in your club?" She couldn't fathom what he was suggesting, surely he couldn’t mean what he was saying.

A look of contentment crossed his face, and Roman appeared to be harboring a secret as if he had a plan she was unaware of. In the same predatory manner she had witnessed from him in the past, he smoothly lowered the window blinds and then stalked to her, nudging her crossed legs apart and pulling her as close to him as he could. His grin bore a devilish charm as he confirmed, "That's right, kitten. I want you to look those idiot detectives in the eye and vividly recount EVERY detail from your LAST visit to my club." He briefly halted and kissed her with fervor, continuing, "Every juicy, scandalous, and provocative detail."

Each word was accentuated by a subtle rhythm of his hips pressing against hers, and his hands explored her body, while his lips engaged in a passionate, voracious kiss. "Seriously, delve into the specifics, because we do have our reputations to uphold, don't we? And certainly, we don't have anything to hide, do we?"

Belladonna began to speak, intending to seek clarification, however, she only managed the word “But–” before Roman's finger gently silenced her words his thumb stroking her lips. 

"Trust me, kitten. You'll have your lawyer and me right there with you. Those inept detectives won't dare lay a finger on you, not this time. But we can certainly revisit the handcuffs later if you'd like." The memory of her prior experience at the precinct had nearly slipped her mind amidst the whirlwind of recent events. As much as she desired more information, she decided to place her trust in Roman, nodding with a hint of bewilderment. 

"Anything else?" she inquired.

Roman gave her a quick peck on the lips, seemingly unable to resist as Daisy had said, then took a step back and, in an abrupt shift, pulled out his phone, becoming all business once more. "Yes, I need to plan out some things, and I need to know what your work events look like. So, what's going on this week, angel?" His demeanor seemed more like that of a personal assistant than a formidable criminal. 

As Belladonna reviewed her schedule in her head, she had a rough idea of what her engagements were like but truthfully she was lost without Daisy, though one did spring to mind that existed outside working hours.  "There's a public event I'm expected to attend. It's a formal affair, essentially a high-fashion party, almost like a red carpet event," she explained. Pausing for a moment, she continued, "It's the kind of thing where couples usually make an appearance together. I don't typically bring anyone; I just make a brief appearance, take a few pictures, and leave as soon as I can." Her implications were rather clear: she was hinting at Roman to accompany her. However, Roman, ever the smug bastard, maintained his silence, wearing an infuriatingly knowing grin.

Nodding in response, Roman began typing on his phone while maintaining that sly grin. "I see," he replied, clearly enjoying the playful tension, letting the moment linger without rushing to grant her request. She gave him an expectant look but he returned only an amused stare.

"Angel, if you want something from me, you're going to have to use your words," he insisted, savoring her mild frustration.

She let out an exasperated sigh, her eyes rolling in response. "Do you want to come with me?" Her words carried a distinct note of annoyance. Roman, playing the smug character he often did, putting on a performance as if he hadn't already decided to make a fuss. With an air of uncertainty about his response, he preserved a laid-back posture, waiting for her to refine her question. "Roman, will you be my date?" Her modified query appeared to satisfy him, and he drew her into his arms, sealing the moment with a passionate kiss. 

"It's a date, angel," he declared with a sly grin. "When is this little get-together?"

“Friday, they want to end the week with a bang, the cocktail hour begins around seven. Before that, I'm obliged to engage in handshakes and discussions with people in the industry, generally dealing with individuals I'd much rather avoid. It’ll be easier to sidestep those interactions if I have a date pulling me away constantly." Roman grinned at the implication and was more than eager to play his part in this scenario.

“Well, I assume you've got something fashionable to wear,” he suggested, well aware of her preference for a more understated wardrobe.

“Memo for you; Roman, I work in a fashion house. Yes, I'll have something smart to wear."

Roman smirked, his curiosity piqued about what attire Belladonna might choose. “And what label will you be donning, Angel?"

“Ask Daisy, she's in charge of my wardrobe for these occasions.” Roman nodded, pondering whether Daisy would consider any of his style recommendations. For all the judgments people might pass about Roman, he certainly knew his way around fashion.

He chuckled, "Angel, this is a golden opportunity," Roman reflected, noting the hint of confusion on Belladonna's face. In her view, these events were nothing but a nuisance, and she generally loathed attending them. Nonetheless, she patiently awaited his explanation. "It's the perfect chance to solidify our relationship, to make it official and public. Think of it as a grand launch party."

"You make it sound like we're a ship," she quipped.

Roman responded with a grin, his words bearing the weight of truth. "More like an intercontinental ballistic missile." Belladonna stifled a laugh; it was the most accurate thing she'd heard all day. "This is perfect timing, angel, all about making a grand entrance, just before our visit to the precinct." 

She didn't seem entirely convinced, so Roman, ever the showman, drew her into his embrace. "Picture it, Angel," he continued with enthusiasm, "a grand fabulous event, abundant photographs, people discussing us. They'll talk about how incredible we look together, how I can't take my eyes off you, and how you can't seem to keep your hands off me." He said the last part with a playful grin, and it was all part of his grand scheme to influence public opinion, a crucial element in his plan to confront her father. It made sense, and Belladonna relished the thought of opposing her father in this way.

"That's all well and good, Roman, but I hope you’re not expecting me to play the role of a docile girlfriend," she pointed out.

Roman's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Oh no, angel, even better. You're the high-powered, intelligent, sexy girlfriend who's making me a better man. The tabloids will eat it up."

Roman certainly possessed a way with words, capable of deftly navigating any situation. Maybe this party would ultimately be worth it, but she couldn't shake the feeling that it would inevitably stir up her father's ire. He wasn't the type to take disobedience lightly, bitter memories lingering in the recesses of her mind as a constant reminder.

"Roman," she began, her tone now tinged with timidity as she hesitated to voice her concerns. Roman swiftly pivoted her in his arms, ensuring she was facing him securely in his embrace. 

"Angel?"

"My father, he... He'll be pissed," she confessed, her apprehension palpable. Roman's expression suggested he wasn't particularly impressed or concerned. "He'll do something, if he hasn’t already." she continued, unable to articulate the depth of her fear of him.

Fortunately, Roman was already aware of what she was reluctant to say. He gently tilted her chin up, guiding her gaze to meet his unwavering eyes, not allowing her to look away. "Angel, no one's laying a finger on you, you understand me?" Her lips parted, ready to bring up her mother, but Roman intercepted before she could speak. "And don't worry about your mother, angel. Your father is a businessman, a stupid one, but he understands the value of a hostage, which is what your mother is to him."

He continued to explain, "The issue for him is that he can't always use her to manipulate you. He has bargaining power over her life, but he has a quantity of one and only one. What's he going to do? Take away the only leverage he has over you?" Roman's perspective shed light on the matter, providing a rational view of the situation. Despite the clarity he offered, it also raised additional questions about his expertise and knowledge on the topic. Belladonna decided not to press further at that moment.

It was astonishing how Roman, a man known for his wild, chaotic, and impulsive nature, had a way of looking at things that could unexpectedly alleviate her concerns. His logic, although somewhat macabre, was undeniably sound, and it continually caught her off guard just when she believed she had him all figured out. Being safe and secure in the arms of a criminal was something she shouldn't be comfortable with, and she certainly shouldn't have such an intense desire to kiss him.

Choosing to remain silent, she opted for a nod. Her surprise deepened as he placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. Their lunchtime rendezvous was drawing to a close when a knock on the door interrupted them, along with a playful reminder from Daisy that Belladonna had a meeting scheduled and they needed to "wrap up their little make-out session." Belladonna nodded, albeit somewhat reluctantly, and they left the office.

Roman couldn't resist adding while still within the view of curious onlookers,  "But I haven't had my dessert yet." As they were about to enter the studio, Roman had one more important piece of news to share. He revealed, "One more thing, Angel, I've got Zsasz and my associates looking into your mother’s last known location but I’ll need some more information from you about her later." Belladonna was visibly shocked that he was actually taking steps to search for her mother.

He offered his customary goodbye by placing a kiss on her palm. However, her response caught him off guard as she pulled him into a passionate, very public kiss that sent whispers and speculations racing through the surrounding crowd. Licking at the taste of the French macaron off his lips in a way that was far more suited for the bedroom than the workplace, leaving Roman a bit stunned. "Angel, what brought that on? Not that I'm complaining," he inquired with amusement.

Her response was simply, "Dessert, remember?" Before leaving, he made sure she knew that Lloyd would be available to pick her up when her workday ended and would ensure she got home safely. 

A final stolen kiss sealed their parting, Roman whispered adoringly, "Goodbye, Angel," leaving her yearning for the next encounter, he then called to Zsasz, announcing their departure. As they exited, there was a collective swoon from the onlookers, a mixture of admiration and envy as Roman and Zsasz left the scene.

~~~

Amidst the glowing praise and the mingling of fake smiles and genuine gestures, Belladonna found herself swept up in the allure of it all. She started to anticipate Daisy's notifications of Roman's communications, a subtle indication of her growing connection to him. Each visit concluded in the same manner, a delicate kiss to her palm that ignited a longing for his touch, followed by a passionate kiss to her lips. 

The line between reality and the façade they presented to the world began to blur for Belladonna. She questioned the authenticity of the smiles she received and even her own emotions. Yet, she found solace and excitement in the moments they shared, their private connection shielded from the prying eyes of the world. 

Roman found himself effortlessly slipping into the role of a doting boyfriend, surprising himself with how naturally it came to him. The revelation of Belladonna's predicament had intensified his possessiveness over her, but it also awakened a deep sense of protectiveness within him. He rearranged his club responsibilities and other activities to revolve around his visits to her studio, relishing the opportunity to observe her work and witness her confidence when she was unaware of his presence.

The salacious whispers that followed his entrance and the way her eyes locked onto him filled him with a sense of satisfaction. He delighted in the eagerness with which she approached him, greeting him with a kiss, a playful "Hey baby," and a hand gently caressing against his face. The attention they received as a couple was intoxicating, and he seamlessly integrated himself into her life, relishing in the attention that was centered on them, for the first time Roman was making tabloid news for a good reason.

Roman eagerly looked forward to Belladonna's smile and her touch, constantly seeking excuses to steal kisses from her or to touch her. He recognized that his behavior deviated from his usual approach with women, but as long as it garnered him the attention and admiration he desired, he brushed off any concerns. However, a conversation with Zsasz as they were about to leave for Belladonna’s studio for the party brought an unexpected realization to the forefront of his mind.

"So, you ever gonna sleep with her?" Zsasz's question caught Roman off guard, prompting him to reflect on the intimate aspect of their relationship. 

As Roman Sionis finished buttoning up his impeccably tailored suit and checked his reflection in the mirror, the realization struck him like a bolt of lightning. Despite the two months of their intense and complex relationship, he and Belladonna had yet to engage in a sexual encounter. It was a shocking revelation, especially for a man known for his appetites and desires. The memory of their last intimate rendezvous against the wall in the back of his club came to mind, reminding him of their passionate connection.

For a moment, Roman's thoughts wavered as he considered the significance of this omission. He was used to a life filled with intense, hedonistic pleasures, and this deviation from his usual pattern was intriguing and unexpected. The question of why they hadn't been intimate loomed over him, and he couldn't shake it off.

However, Roman was quick to regain his composure. He had a knack for steering conversations and controlling situations, and this was no exception. With a deflection wrapped in a wry retort, "You ever gonna fuck that hot little assistant of hers?" he redirected the focus of the conversation toward Victor Zsasz, one of his closest associates. The mention of Zsasz's romantic pursuits effectively shifted the attention away from Roman's own experiences.

Still, the question lingered in the back of his mind, and he realized that he needed to have a candid discussion with Belladonna. He understood the importance of addressing this issue, especially given the depth of their connection. A sly smile crossed his face as he contemplated how he might bring it up during his upcoming visit to her art studio. Roman had a knack for theatrics, and perhaps he would slyly allude to their lack of intimacy in front of the cameras, leaving Belladonna with a private moment amid the public eye.

The sudden interruption of Victor Zsasz's announcement that the car was ready jolted Roman back to the present. He gave himself one last appraising look in the mirror, adjusting his tie and smoothing out his suit. The reflection staring back at him oozed charisma and confidence.

With a theatrical clap of his hands, Roman expressed his readiness. "Let's go make some headlines." The words were a testament to his flair for showmanship, and with that, he was ready to embark on another adventure, ready to face whatever surprises Belladonna and Gotham had in store for him.

~~~

When Roman made his promise to enhance Belladonna's security, he didn't cut any corners. In fact, there were a couple of close calls when she nearly triggered the new alarm system just by forgetting about it. However, the panic button installed near her bed did provide some solace. It offered her a sense of comfort, knowing that with a simple press of that button, Roman would be there in an instant, assuring her with the words, "I'm only a press of a button away, angel."

Oddly enough, her sleep improved, likely due to the reassurance the panic button offered. Yet, the persistent concern that lingered was her father's presence in her life, which had diminished considerably since their initial meeting. However, she had little time to dwell on these thoughts, particularly not tonight. Her workday raced on in its typical whirlwind fashion, bouncing from one meeting to the next, from one photoshoot to another.

As the day's work-related activities reached their conclusion, Daisy took the reins, and the more glamorous aspect of Belladonna's day began. It was the night when she and Roman were set to officially unveil their relationship to the public. While not much had been publicly stated about them, the rumor mill had been working in overdrive. Following Roman's advice, she deliberately avoided social media, although it wasn't much of a challenge, given that her online presence was minimal, restricted mainly to her work's website with only the essential information.

Belladonna had always preferred blending into the background rather than standing in the spotlight. She was more comfortable orchestrating fashion shows behind the scenes, ensuring that every detail was perfect. However, tonight was different, and she couldn't escape the bright lights of the red carpet. It was a high fashion event attended by industry elites, and she was stepping out with Roman Sionis, a man whose presence alone was like a magnet for attention.

Her nerves fluttered as she put on the outfit chosen by Daisy. She had initially requested a professional, sleek, and classy look, the kind that would blend in at a work event. But the equation had changed the moment Roman became part of the picture. She knew that the press and paparazzi would swarm over them, dissecting every detail of her appearance. It didn't matter what she wore; they would find something to talk about.

The black pantsuit Daisy had selected was a subtle compromise. It was something that allowed her to work if needed, and she wasn't a model by trade. Yet, it was also a conscious choice to present herself in a particular way. Black was timeless and classy, fitting for an event like this. The nude lace top, almost resembling lingerie, added an element of sensuality to her outfit. In the world of high fashion, it wouldn't be seen as out of place.

Belladonna didn't consider herself vain, but tonight, she was making a statement. She wanted to look good, both for the event and for Roman. There was something about him that made her want to be her best self, even if it meant embracing the spotlight, if only for a night. The outfit Daisy had chosen, though a little more Roman's style than hers, was a calculated choice to ensure she looked impeccable and drew the right kind of attention. She knew she had to step up and own the red carpet.

The echo of Roman's arrival seemed to reverberate through the loft as Belladonna made her way to the door. The anticipation of his reaction to her outfit had kept her on edge, and the range of emotions that crossed his face upon seeing her attire was a sight to behold. Curiosity and intrigue played on his features, while a hint of indifference lingered in his gaze, leaving her to wonder if he truly approved.

"You could have just texted me, and I would have met you downstairs," she quipped, attempting to break the uncomfortable silence that had fallen between them. Roman remained silent for a moment, still assessing her ensemble. Finally, he responded, "Lazy men let ladies come to them." It was a comment that mixed chivalry with Roman's signature swagger.

Her attempt to alleviate the tension with a slightly snappy question of “What?” was met with a moment of silence, during which Roman seemed to be sizing her up. The quiet stretched on for what felt like an eternity until, finally, he approached her, his hands reaching for her face. The gentle caress of his lips meeting hers in a slow and sensual kiss was unexpected, yet entirely welcomed. There was something oddly tender about the way he kissed her, a softness that contradicted his typically assertive demeanor. Belladonna found herself reveling in this side of Roman, the one that hinted at a deeper connection, making their facade feel momentarily genuine.

"You look stunning, angel," Roman murmured after their kiss.

His words of admiration caught her off guard, relieving the tension that had built within her. "Glad you approve," she quipped, referring to her choice of attire.

 Roman's response was laced with a hint of playfulness, "Well, I have to admit, I was hoping for a slinky sexy dress," he teased, leaning into the banter. "Suits are kind of a man's thing," he added, the corner of his lips tugging into a mischievous smile.

Belladonna met his playful demeanor with a coy yet confident expression of her own. "If suits are for men, why are women sexier when they wear them?" Her voice oozed confidence, nearly rivaling Roman's own level of cockiness. His eyes widened, darkening with a smoldering intensity that sent a jolt of excitement through her. With a decisive motion, he kicked the door closed, silently conveying his intentions.

"Is there something special underneath?" he inquired, his tone suggestive and charged with desire, as though he fully expected to get his way. Belladonna didn't quite trust herself or Roman to indulge in the passionate kiss he had initiated, knowing how quickly it could escalate. With a restrained resolve, she reached for her clutch, planting a soft kiss on his cheek. "No." she whispered, her voice betraying a hint of longing and restraint.

She walked past him, leaving him sulking with his hands in his pockets like a petulant child. "You're no fun, Belladonna," he called out before catching up with her.

Chapter Nine

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[keffirinne]

Roman Sionis oneshots - part 7

"Exclusive pair of gloves"

Summary: You chill with Roman’s in his club waiting for Penguin. You’re in the mood and Roman isn’t. The conversation takes an unexpected turn.

Fragment:

“Oh, really?” he chuckled, his tone mocking. “And why would that be? What plans do you have for today?”

“Other plans. Not involving you.”

“You planned to screw someone else tonight?”

“I didn’t. But plans can be changed.”

“They won’t be, because you’re seeing me later.”

What an arrogant asshole.

“I wouldn’t be so sure.” you stated proudly.

“I would. You’re a slut for my cock and you owe me for yesterday.”

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[multireese]

Jason Todd x male reader

Jason steals from crime bosses for fun but his plans are thrown off by a beautiful sleeping stranger

In and out. The plan was simple and Jason Todd had done it a thousand times. Walk in, get the jewels and cash and go. It should have been easy but the man didn’t expect someone like you to be in this disgusting city. If your underwear were cut any shorter they might technically be panties, not that Jason didn’t love the view. The hero watched as you stirred in bed. He could see how your underwear was rising on one side giving him a peek at your delicious round ass. Jason drifted into the thought of pulling those pesky briefs off of you. Teasing that hole with his tongue until you awoke then fucking you stupid. Focus. He wasn’t trying to be as stealthy as usual for some strange reason. Jason Todd scolded himself for wanting you to wake up.

Roman Sionis is a psychopathic rich boy crime boss who can have anyone in Gotham. He doesn’t deserve this angel of a man in his bed. You were sleeping on top of the bed sheets as if you had been waiting for that asshole. This revelation angered Jason. Why do men like Sionis get first dibs on any beautiful thing they want? Jason assumed you didn’t know getting on Roman’s bad side or trying to leave him would end with you getting that gorgeous face carved off. There was one more precious gem he had decided to take from Sionis.

“Wake up baby boy.” Jason whispered. He placed his helmet on the opposite side of you then brought his hand to your face. You were more beautiful the closer he got. Jason repeated himself until you let out that most adorable grumbling noise before meeting your eyes. “Shush. Don’t be scared. I’m going to get you away from here.” A look of relief was on your face before you realized this man was a stranger. You were still in danger. Jason Todd could read you like a book. His anger returned. You could not trust him because of whatever Sionis has done to you. There was no time to explain it all or to possibly argue. Jason snatched you out of the bed. He repelled out of the window, holding you tight.

In some moments, you were zooming through the streets of Gotham wearing the Red Hood’s helmet. You held onto the strange man’s jacket for dear life as Jason went through a secret tunnel in an underpass that would lead to the bat cave. Jason only wished he wasn’t fully clothed so he could really feel you. Skin to skin. When the two of you arrived Jason promised to explain everything as soon as he got you to his room without being noticed by his family. You thought that was weird but he first checked to make sure you were feeling alright. “Do you think I can borrow some clothes? Roman had burned everything I owned from before I met him.” Jason would have been angered to hear Roman’s name leave your lips but he was too distracted by your still near naked body.

“My name is Y/n, by the way,” you pulled Jason from a haze of simping hard when you spoke again. Jason quickly responded with his own name which shocked you, “I didn’t expect your real name, Red Hood, but I like Jason better.” You said with a smile. Jason returned the gesture and for one second you thought to kiss the handsome stranger that saved you. Suddenly you heard a voice that scared you.

“I’ll say I did not expect master Todd to be so forthcoming either,” Alfred spoke, “you must be very special mr. Y/n”

Jason cursed to himself, “…just let me explain everything to the big guy in the morning. Please Alfred?”

“As you wish.”

#jason todd #jason todd x male reader #red hood x male reader #red hood #batman x male reader #batfam x male reader

[bruciemilf]

Hi, do u have any more headcanons abt Bruce getting hit on/objectified by creepers and his kids (specifically jason) being protective? i can't get enough <3

You have no inkling of idea on how much I could babble away on this concept.

I just think it's a tragically beautiful thing, - even though in Gotham ' tragic' is just 'beautiful' with different letters, - because Bruce is used to it. He handles objectification and sinisterly intentioned advances like he does patrol.

Guarded up and ready for pain.

And his kids hate seeing it, loathe to watch it play out, because Brucie is a gilded weapon. It keeps suspicion away, but it puts Bruce in a helpless position. Like the hanged man on a bucket.

But for Jason is especially hard. He's not socially trained like Tim, all pressed suits and slicked up hair and diamond smiles, ready for suing. He's not media tailored like Dick either. He'll never be Bruce's perfect bluejay, who can joke about dooming you without joking at all.

He's Jason; Jason swallows rain and spits lighting, and Crime Alley kills boys but births strong men. (Even if he shouldn't have been strong. He should've been a kid.)

It takes LITTLE for Jason to jump into action. An intrusive hand on Bruce's back, a glassy, shameless stare from old guys that tell Jason age and morality are low on their priority lists.

" You have to keep calm about things like these," Bruce, - his Papi, his father, everything wrong and everything right, his home in skin, - says, placating and chillingly soft. " Men like that never learn."

" I'm not looking to educate corpses."

" Well, you're never getting 'Teacher of the year' with that attitude," he smiles, then, that half-moon grin he never performes for the media. It's too loving and too private and too authentic for magazines.

" It'll be okay soon. I just have to give my speech and we can go."

" Just don't choke up this time."

Bruce raises his finger warningly, " Don't exploit your one good joke, Jay." He says, no offence behind it. He makes Jason lean down to press a kiss on his cheek and on his way he goes.

Tim sneaking up on him stopped being a surprise. He always does this, becoming one with Jason's shadow, slithering around, teasing good naturedly and welcoming Jason's jabs with his own.

" I think Roman Sionis just went out for a smoke. In Gotham. By himself. Can you believe that? Natural selection will get that guy at some point."

Roman is half dumbass, half confident dumbass, because he somehow omitted seven dangerous details watching him more or less harass Bruce all night. And Harley has her own history book for the guy.

Jason is more danger than man. He's sunshine with claws and his bullets are hungry. " Meet you in the back?"

" I'll bring the batarangs."

#asks #PROTECTIVE PUPPY JASON MY BELOVED #bruce wayne #jason todd #tim drake #protective jason todd #batman #dc #dc comics #batfamily #text #text post

[tarrenterror25]

Do you think Roman Sionis would sub? I would really like to put him in his place.

Yes.

Different Romans might need to be approached differently.

BOP!Roman is a total sub whereas AO!Roman has to discover it and you have to be extremely patient with him for him to trust you enough to sub for you.

Any given version of Roman I think wouldn't do well with degradation or humiliation, too traumatizing. He needs praise, affirmations, compliments, things to boost his ego and make him happy to please you.

I think impact play is also off the table. Roman is a sadist and a bit of a coward. He doesn't find any appeal in being on the receiving end of the blows.

BOP!Roman will let you peg him/be on top.

AO!Roman is very reluctant to let you top as a dom. Pegging is off the table. Might let you tease back there, but I think he'd be too in his head about it to go all the way.

BOP!Roman probably would let you collar him with a leash and all, but only in private. In public, he's in charge. Make him look good and he'll be good for you behind closed doors.

AO!Roman does not want to be restrained in any way shape or form. As a sub, he's gonna be a brat, but not a "teehee, make me" type of brat. He's the "I will bite your hand off" type of brat. It takes some heavy convincing; but you can get him tied to a chair or the bed, blindfolded and maybe gagged. Nothing extreme though so no hog ties or binding him with other implements like bars.

BOP!Roman loves pleasing you, getting on his knees for you, servicing you. Loves being called a "good boy". First time you call AO!Roman a "good boy" he is ultra reluctant to be into it, but the bulge in his pants say otherwise.

Edging or orgasm denial will have Roman begging and cursing at you through gritted teeth, but he's determined to last as long as you need him to.

BOP!Roman can do with a soft dom or a harder dom, but I feel like AO!Roman is a sensitive guy and he needs a softer dom to get him to explore his subby side.

#ao!roman sionis #bop!roman sionis #roman sionis #black mask #black mask x reader #roman sionis x reader #bop!black mask #ao!black mask #sub!roman sionis #sub!black mask

[more-cardigan-than-woman]

Coveted

Summary: You and your bestie go out to celebrate her divorce, unfortunately you just happen to stumble into the bar of the guy youve only been on three dates with, Roman Sionis.

Reader x Roman Sionis

1.8k

Warnings: SMUT, binding, swearing, couch fucking

The lights of the club are blinding, the music is loud and the crowd is like a swarm of bees trying to cram their way through the door.

You'd rather be anywhere else. But it's not everyday your bestie gets divorced and this is where she wanted to go. So, you strapped on your heels and your prettiest dress and now you're standing right inside the club. 

Deep breath, deep breath. You can do this. Karlie wraps her arm through yours, squealing a little bit as the security guard ushers you out of the doorway. “So, is your mystery man coming tonight?” She leans in, sounding excited.

“I hope not.” You mumble, but she's not paying attention anyway, “tonight's about you babe!” You squeal successfully distracting her, “let's go have some fun.”

“Lets!” She giggles, “I wanna find the youngest, hottest idiot and fuck his brains out.”

“Kay, babe. I'll keep an eye out.”

The night seems to be going well. Karlie is getting a bit tipsy but with you constantly feeding her glasses of water in between drinks she keeps her head on her shoulders.

You dance and drink together. All the while your eyes scan the room, over and over. He told you he owned a club, but this can't be it. It's way too flashy and every time you've met him it's been very low-key.

Maybe you're mistaken? After all, you've been here nearly 2 hours and haven't seen him. It must be a different club. Maybe one of those classy ass cigar lounges, dude did look like he was rolling in it.

A young man approaches your table, his red curly hair flowing just past his shoulders and his crisp white shirt is hugging at his sides. 

“That's the one,” Karlie shouts, “Wish me luck,” she mouths to you, jumping from her seat almost immediately and leading the man to the dance floor. You laugh at her enthusiasm.

You watch her dance and then make out with the man. Your drink resting in your hand. You're almost about to leave her to it when you notice someone approaching the booth.

“Come with me, miss.” The large woman orders you.

“I was just leaving.” 

“Come with me miss,” she repeats, “now please.”

“Do I have a choice?”

“Not really,” she shrugs, “sorry.”

She walks you up a flight of stairs and into a darkened room. “Where are we going?” you ask, but the woman ignores you, opening the heavy metal door. All you see is the blue lights that seem to be hidden under the walls and a dark figure sitting on the lounge at the back. You take a step inside and begin to panic when you hear the door click shut behind you.

“Ummm, ma'am,” you turn trying to open the locked door, “ma'am what is this? Ma'am?” 

You hear the click of expensive shoes behind you. Approaching slowing from the back of the room, gods you’re so fucked.

You turn, knowing that there's no real escape here and are suddenly met with a pair of eyes that you recognise. “Roman?”

“Hello darling.” His soft gloved hand gently takes hold of your chin as he steps closer, “did you come here just to tempt me?”

“No, i- my friend, she-”

“is firmly distracted by my man.”

“Roman, I should get back to her.”

“She,” he leans forward, his breath a tingle on your ear, “will be taken good care of tonight, my darling. I want you all to myself.” his arm wraps around your waist pulling you closer, “I feel like you've been teasing me all night.”

“I didn't even know you were here.”

“That's worse.” His teeth sink into your neck and his tongue licks at you, “I knew you were here the moment you hit my sidewalk.” his gloves slip up your dress, searching for the zip, “and you have been teasing me ever since.”

“If I had known you were watching me,” your fingers move fast to the buttons of his shirt, “I would've been naughtier.”

“You were plenty naughty,” he spins you, fed up with his struggle to find your zip. He rips it open with force but his hands are slow while he peals it from your shoulders, his lips chasing the fabric. “Sitting so quietly, ignoring my attempts to get your attention.”

“I didn't do it on purpose.” You smile, knowing he can't see it. 

“And if you had?”

“I would've found something to get me in more trouble.”

“Do you enjoy punishment, darling?”

i“Hmm. With you?” You arch back, pushing your ass into his groin, “I think I could find it very enjoyable.” 

“Let's get to it then, darling.” He lifts you from behind, carrying you over the room and throwing you into the couch, “ass over the arm.” 

“And if I don't?”

He laughs, “please, by all means Resist darling. It makes it way more fun for me.”

You start to squirm, but Romans strong hands have a tight hold for you. His knees press your legs open as his hand around your hair pushes your face into the couch cushions.

“Stop squirming.” His fingers tighten on your hair, pulling your hair back.

“Fucking hell, Romie.” You pant, your ass lifting up in the air as your tummy curves down and your back is beautifully arched.

“You look perfect like this,” he groans into your ear, his free hand making quick work of your panties and then his belt.

You smirk at him over your shoulder. sliding yourself off the couch and moving to get up. “Can't punish what you can't catch.”

“Oh, pretty girl.” His voice is low and dangerous, “I’ve already caught you.” His gloved hand wraps around the back of your throat stopping you in your tracks. His other hand sliding up and under the remains of your dress, “and I know you don't wanna run from me.” 

You shiver in his arms, and he chuckles, wrapping the expensive leather of his belt over your wrists and pinning them to your back.

“Get on the couch,” he presses you forward, his knees kicking yours up and pushing you down into the cushions, “stay right there,” he orders you and you wiggle a sad attempt at pretending to fight.

“What will you do with me?” Your whine turns into a moan as he tears off the remnants of your dress and lands a hard slap on your pussy.

“Teach you what I do to pretty girls who tease me.” He slaps you again. Then his strong fingers are ripping at the seams of your panties and you hear him inhale. “what a fuckin mess.” He slaps you again, “can't have my pretty girl making a mess on my couch.”

“Fuck,” you pant, sticking your ass up and trying to find anything to Grind down on, something to give you the pressure you need, “Roman, please.”

“Yes, pretty girl.” His voice was deep and mischievous, “beg for me.” 

The slice of his zipper cuts through the air, the cling of his belt sending jolts of anticipation  through you. When the expensive leather wrap tightens around you as he pushes you further into the couch, holding you right where he wants you.

“Please Roman,” your legs kick but find no target, “please,” you try to move your arms, but he presses them harder into your back, “I need you, fuck.” 

“What lovely noises you make for me.” His cock slaps at your pussy, teasing you. You scream his name and he laughs. “Stop squirming, it just makes me want to tease you more.” He slips his cock between your lips grinding through them the tip just barely grazing your clit and sending you into a blissful torture. 

“Please fuck me Roman, “ tears start to sell in your eyes, “I can't take it.”

He grabs you by the hair, pulling you back so your chest is slush with his stomach.  His voice a growl in your ear, “not yet. But you will learn to take it from me.” He grinds up, giving you a tiny dose of what's in store as he grinds his cock into your clit.

“Yes, I can.” You pant, “I will. But please. “ You barely have the last word or before he moves back. His cock slip's right into the dropping mess between your legs. 

His gloved hand moves from your hair to your neck,  directing your face to the side and his lips meet yours. His pace is almost as punishing as his kiss. Fierce, hard and unrelenting. 

You feel light headed whether from the kiss or the fucking, you can't tell. But both are intoxicating, he's intoxicating. You twist and the soft leather glides over your thigh and between your legs. Stopping at your clit, he does move just gives you something to grind down on. 

“It's too much,”  you somehow manage to say between garbled moans.

“Take it for me”

“Roman I-”

“I got you. Take it”

“Yes,” you lean back into him. Your muscles relax as you're pussy starts to contract,  “Roman I I think”

“Your mine now pretty girl”

“Yes”

“Say it”

“I'm yours”

“Yes,  keep saying it.” He moans, makes me wanna come

“I'm yours, I am all yours, all of me.” You scream as you explode in a cacophony of pleasure over him and he picks up the pace. You keep saying it as his fingers bruise into you.

“More more”

“Roman I am yours”

“Fuck” he screams through gritted teeth “Fuck fuck,  Yes” he keeps slamming into you as his pace slows down. 

With a deep sigh he stops. Leaning his back into the couch and wiping his brow. “You,  ah.  You're something else.” You hear him smile as his fingers release you from your bonds and he helps you recline into him. 

“Hmmm.” You hum, resting your head on his shoulder, “this was nice.”

“Just nice,” he laughs and you feel his dick inside you twitch, “have to try something else next time then.”

“It was great,  I just-”

“Got your brains fucked out and can't think?”

“Yeah, xctly.”

“Rest pretty girl,”  his hands soothe down your sides. 

“Think I will”

“Good,” his lips gently press into your temple and your eyes flutter close. You’re nearly about to drift right off into dreamland when you swear you hear him say, “You’re all mine now, Darling.” was that another kiss? “You’ll never be free of me.”

#roman sionis x reader #x reader #roman sionis smut #reader x roman sionis

[like-rain-or-confetti]

Sweet and Oblivious (Black Mask x Reader)

"Now you're face is certainly a surprise..." He leaned over you on the booth. "...but not an unwelcome one." His voice sounded smooth and almost affectionate. A fondness for you alone. A fondness that you never picked up on. It was no secret around the infamous criminals that Roman Sionis was attracted to you and would kill to have you for a night. Meanwhile, you were completely oblivious to it. Call it insecurity, naivety or innocence, you had no clue to the obvious. "Hi Roman!" You smiled brightly at him. "Nice club!" You complimented him. "Thanks, Doll." He moved to sit beside you in the booth. "You here alone?" He asked. "Yeah." You shrugged. "Was just passing by and said "hey, that's Roman's club." Figured I would check it out for myself." "Nice, impressed?" He asked almost smugly. "It's every bit as stylish as you. I'm lucky I dressed fancy enough to be passable today for your bouncers." You giggled. "I'd have their heads if I found out they denied you, doll. A friend of mine is welcome. Especially special friends like you." You smiled bashfully but once again oblivious to the implication of his words. "You're a good friend, Roman." He blanched. "You know, we're not on the same page and it's kinda cute but fucking hell you're dense." He said. "Wait what?" You asked in surprise. "I was- nevermind you don't know what I mean by special friend." He chuckled to himself. "Well, I don't know what that means, can you show me if you can’t tell me?" You asked thinking this was him being unable to tell you his appreciation for your friendship. Roman pursed his lips behind his mask before putting a hand on your knee. "Doll, if you don't know what that means then I definitely shouldn't be the one to show you...ask Dent. He's much more patient and...gentle." Roman said slowly. “He knows nearly as much as I do, doll. He and I often come across each other on the weekends. We have...similar interests." Roman was wincing behind his mask, choosing his words carefully. He actually didn't know how to explain that he often came across Harvey on weekends when either of them wanted to get laid. They liked the same type but you clearly didn't realise this at all. 

A thought occurred to you and you leaned closer to Roman. "Well...do you...do you think some time, maybe I could go with you guys?" Even the tone was innocent. His eyes flickered upwards. "Fucking hell..." Roman muttered under his breath. "...Doll, I really think you should join us sometime. Or even, just call me if you're more comfortable. Dent can join some other time." "You know, Roman, that would be so nice because I-I never get invited to stuff!" You overlapped his hand on your knee with your own. Roman continued. "Harvey and I often talk about you but are never sure if you're into it so-" You interrupted him excitedly. "I'd be so into it! I'll definitely come!" You didn't see how Roman bit his lip behind his mask. "Yes...yes, you will." He nodded, growing excited at the thought. Meanwhile you were oblivious to his thoughts. He sighed almost fondly, slouching back against the seat for a moment. "Alright, I gotta head and make sure everyone's behaving and you've teased me enough for one night." Roman said, patted your knee before standing up. You looked rather confused but smiled nonetheless. "Oh okay! Have a good night, Roman!" "I'll see you later, doll."

#batman #batman villains #black mask #roman sionis #reader #oneshot #one shot

[bookloover35]

Roman Sionis X Fem reader- I am not your toy (2) (smut).

Yns pov

Where we left off.

Yn: You heard me.

I'm not going to repeat myself.

I told him sitting on the table looking at him firmly.

When he realized I wasn't joking, he got down on both knees.

He looked at me with lust in his eyes, huh who could have guessed that Romen Sionis himself would like this.

He started to crawl towards me, so that he was right between my legs.

Then he looked up at me and waited for me to let him continue.

Yn: You know what to do Bigboy.

Right after those words had left my mouth, he began to kiss the length of my legs that I had thrown over his shoulders.

How lucky that I chose to wear a skirt today.

And how lucky that just today I chose not to put on any panties.

Roman: You are so beautiful my queen.

I ran my fingers through his hair and tugged lightly on his curls.

Could hear him start to growl.

Okay, then a kink has been discovered that Romen has kept secret from me.

Yn: Huh who could have known that Roman Sionis himself gets turned on when you pull his hair.

I said teasingly and pulled again and this time he moaned.

Roman: Please don't tease my queen.

Before I could say anything, I felt his tongue lick back and forth between my lips.

I started to moan from the nice feeling and now both my hands were in his hair and started to feel myself gunna back and forth and literally riding his face.

So he went on for a few minutes, then he interrupted and asked me.

Roman: May I use my fingers, my queen?

Yn: Good boy who asks, go ahead.

He looked up at me and smiled.

Then he went back, but now he sucked my clitoris and licked.

At the same time he took two of his fingers and started pumping in and out, god how I've missed him fingering me.

Yn: Roman faster.

His fingers began to pump faster and faster and at the same time he sucked harder on my clit.

I could strongly feel my orgasm approaching.

But it felt different this time.

Yn: Omg, I'm coming, I'm coming.

My orgasm felt like an explosion and when I had calmed down I looked down at Roman and saw that I had covered his face with my female juices.

Romen managed to make me squirt.

He looked up at me with so much lust I thought he was going to explode.

Roman: Am I forgiven my queen?

Instead of saying anything I grabbed his tie and pulled him up and kissed him.

I could feel the taste of me on his tongue.

I broke the kiss and said moaning.

Yn: You're forgiven.

Then I took my hand and started to caress his hidden hard cock.

Yn: Now you want me to help you with your friend?

Romen: Yes please.

I removed my hand and held out my arms so he could carry me to our bedroom.

He laughed a little at me and quickly gave me a kiss on my forehead.

Then he lifted me up and carried me to the bedroom.

Because one thing is clear just because I've forgiven him doesn't mean I'm done with him yet.

The end.

I know this story wasn't that good.

But I tried and I'm quite satisfied.

And to be completely honest I'm more comfortable reading than writing smutty fanfic.

But still hope you like this and Stay Awsome 🤪

#wattpad #wattpadstories #wattpad story #my own words #birds of prey #roman sionis x reader #roman sionis #ewan mcgregor #harly quinn

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Love Potion - Roman Sionis X GN Reader

Title: Love Potion

Roman Sionis X GN Reader

Part 1 (Could be read alone)

Additional Characters: F/N, (OC) Fergus, (OC) Beth, (OC) Claire, (OC) Charles, (OC) Sosha, Victor Zsasz, Mr. Morganson (Mentioned), and Mr. Koil (Mentioned)

WC: 2,380

Warnings: Not as good as the first fic, Roman, slightly suggestive, blink-and-you-miss-it mention of torture/death, alcohol, and slightly ooc Roman

It has been a couple weeks since you went to the Black Mask with your friends. Here you were, sipping a Love Potion cocktail, in the same booth with your friends. They were all slightly shocked that you even suggested going out to the club in the first place, but after your meeting with the Roman Sionis, they got the picture. You're not one for the spotlight, and being around other people makes you nervous. But, the idea of seeing Roman made the nervousness worth it.

You, this time around, bought your own outfit a week prior to asking your friends to come with you. You wore a black suit, paired with the same black, heeled boots. The jacket was tight and showed off your figure nicely which you liked. Underneath, you wore an elegant sheer black blouse featuring a dramatic bow-tie neckline and cuffed long sleeves, with a plain black spaghetti-strap top under that. You felt confident in the outfit, and when you walked into the club, unlike last time, you didn't feel too uneasy.

Looking around the club, you tried to spy as to where Roman was. But, you found him, sitting at a booth, not too far away. He was wearing a black suit with gold details, and instead of his glasses, he had on black eyeliner. Which pleasantly surprised you. He was talking with two men at the booth, his eyes were harsh as he looked at the men, a deep frown on his face. Whatever they were talking about, Roman was not happy about it. He huffed, raking a gloved hand through his hair.

You wondered what his hair felt like if you ran your fingers through it. Would it be as soft as it looked?

"You are smitten, Y/N." F/N teased from beside you, nudging your side.

Blushing, you quickly looked away, taking a quick sip of your drink. "I am?" You asked softly.

F/N nodded, smiling. "Yes, you are." They whispered. "He's quite the charmer."

You bit your lip, "He is." You agreed.

"We know you only wanted to come to see him, right?" Sosha spoke and you just shrugged, a bit embarrassed.

"Well, I'm glad we came," Claire smiled, and the others agreed, nodding.

Looking back to where Roman was, you frowned slightly, he was gone. And so were the two men.

The night went on quite nicely, you had almost finished your drink. You hung back at the booth with Sosha while F/N, Fergus, Charles, Beth, and Claire went to the bar for more drinks. Sosha turned to you, placing a hand on your shoulder.

"I'm heading to the bathroom, don't have too much fun without me." She spoke before sliding out of the booth and towards the bathrooms.

You sighed, feeling a bit nervous now that you were alone. You sat there, listening to the music, sipping your drink.

"You came back..."

At the sound of his voice, you looked up, finding Roman standing beside you.

"I did." You spoke softly.

"Did you come by yourself?" He asked, before sitting across from you.

You shook your head, "No, my friends are over there." You pointed to the bar, where you could see them all laughing.

Roman's eyes followed your finger, "They're having a good time."

You nodded, "Yeah, they are."

His gaze lingered on yours for a moment, before he stood up, offering you his gloved hand.

"Well, they can't have all the fun, now can they?" He asked, giving you a charming smile.

You took his hand, biting your lip as he once again led you to the dance floor, and again changing the music to a more slow one. As he pulled you close, you felt butterflies in your stomach, and your heart raced. He took your hand that was already in his and held it in the air beside you two, and with his other, he wrapped it around your waist. You slowly slid your hand up onto his shoulder, loving the feeling of the fabric of his suit against your skin.

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"What made you come back?" He asked slowly, staring into your eyes.

You bit your lip, "I... I couldn't stay away." You admitted, looking down.

Roman smirked, leaning in and placing his cheek against yours. You could feel his stubble tickle your cheek.

"Good." His lips brushed against your ear, sending shivers through you.

You hesitantly leaned into him, resting your head on his chest. You felt his arm that was wrapped around you, pulling you closer. You closed your eyes, enjoying the closeness.

"You like it here, don't you?" He whispered into your ear.

You nodded, "It's nice." You murmured back, tilting your head to look up at him.

His lips curved into a smile, and he kissed your forehead.

"I'm glad." He spoke softly.

"Are you?" You questioned, tilting your head.

"I am." He confirmed.

He moved his hand from your waist, and slid them slowly up your back, pulling you in tighter. You could feel his breath against your face, and the heat radiating off of him. He was intoxicating. Looking at you up and down, Roman sighed breathly.

"You look amazing," Roman spoke softly with half-lidded eyes, wetting his bottom lip.

You blushed, "Thank you."

"Your friends won't notice you're gone, will they?" He asked and you turned to look at your friends, who were still at the bar, laughing.

"No, probably not for a while." You answered.

Roman chuckled, "Then, let's go." Roman spoke, and he led you away from the dance floor.

Following him into an elevator, you noticed he was still holding your hand. Roman pushed the third-floor button, and the doors shut.

"Where are we going?" You asked curiously.

"To my penthouse," Roman replied, his voice low.

You blinked, "Oh, okay." Becoming a bit more nervous.

The elevator opened, and Roman stepped out. You looked around in awe, the walls were a nice dark cream color, and a way in front of you was a long table, and around the room were masks and humanoid statues of various kinds. Roman pulled you along beside him, giving you a little tour of the masks and art around the room.

"Here is a shrunken head I got on my most recent trip. It's just so ew, but he has a little haircut." He spoke, causing you to giggle lightly.

You just loved his personality.

Continuing the tour, arm placed around your waist securely, he brought you over to his plethora of statues.

"These are some of my acupuncture models," Roman spoke, pointing at them.

"Interesting." You spoke before looking over at the statue of Roman himself.

You were incredibly impressed by the workmanship of the piece. The detail was amazing, and it was a full-sized statue. Roman had a small smile on his face, and you felt a blush creeping onto your cheeks.

"It's incredible..." You muttered and Roman nodded.

"I'm glad you think so." He replied, his tone gentle.

He walked you into the living area, and there you saw a large red couch. Roman went over to the couch, sitting down and pulling you down beside him. Turning towards you, he placed his arm across the back of the couch, his gloved hand playing with the strands of your hair.

"So, tell me, Y/N," Roman spoke softly, his eyes staring into yours. "About yourself..."

You blushed, "I'm uhm... I went to college for art, got my MFA a few years ago, and I like to read." You told him, and he nodded, a smirk growing on his face.

"Art, you say?" Roman questioned, his voice low and husky.

You nodded, "Yeah, I love to paint." You admitted.

Leaning in closer, Roman couldn't look away from you. "I so happen to have a blank wall that needs a little something," Roman spoke, his breath hot against your skin.

You swallowed thickly, your pulse racing as Roman continued to stare into your eyes.

"An art piece from you would be lovely," Roman whispered.

You felt your heart skip a beat, "Are you sure?" You questioned, your voice a bit shaky.

"One hundred percent," Roman stated simply, his thumb brushing your cheek.

"Why me?" You asked, your voice coming out more breathy than you expected.

Roman chuckled, "Because, I want you to be mine."

"Yours?" You asked, confused.

You've only met him twice, but you felt something when you looked at him. You felt like he was the only person who understood you, or maybe he was the only one who wanted to understand you. You weren't sure. All you knew was that you wanted to spend more time with him, and if he wanted to see you, then you'd do whatever it took to make that happen.

"Yes, Y/N. Mine." Roman stated firmly.

This was all happening so fast, but you couldn't pull away. You were completely caught up in him, in his presence.

"I don’t understand" You spoke, speechless, and Roman smirked, his thumb moving to your chin, tilting your head up.

"It’s simple, I can’t stop thinking about you, and I want to know everything about you," Roman spoke, his eyes darkening.

You bit your lip, "Okay."

"And I want you to know everything about me," Roman added.

You nodded, "I'd like that."

Roman leaned in, nose brushing against yours. He smelled faintly of cologne and his natural musk, but also something else, something sweet and inviting. Roman placed his hand behind your neck, pulling you closer, and you tilted your head up, looking into his deep, green eyes.

"I really like you, Y/N," Roman spoke, his voice low and seductive.

"I like you too." You replied, leaning in closer.

Roman was just about to close the remaining gap when the man with bleached blonde buzzed hair came in.

"I... Uh... Sorry, boss, but uh Mr. Morganson and Mr. Koil are downstairs."

You pulled back, completely embarrassed and Roman sighed frustratedly, closing his eyes he breathed out an angry sigh.

"Fine, fine," he growled, opening his eyes and looking at you. "I have to get to some business, darling. I'll take you back to your friends." He spoke and your eyes widened slightly.

You forgot about them.

Helping you up off the couch, Roman walked you over to the elevator, pausing at the man.

"Take the back stairs, keep them company while I'm gone." He seethed and the man nodded and quickly headed down to the back stairs.

Once the elevator door opened, the two of you walked in. Roman pressed the button for the first floor and you looked up at him. He was standing there, hands on his hips, his jaw clenched tightly. You took a step towards him, and he sighed, turning to face you.

"I'm sorry," He spoke softly.

You shook your head, "It's alright."

"It isn't." He spoke, and you frowned.

You were slightly disappointed. You really wanted to kiss him. Biting your lip, you eyed the number three turn into a two. You have time.

Taking a deep breath, it was either now or never. "Roman?"

Roman turned to you as you softly placed a hand on his cheek, his eyes widened slightly, his tongue coming out to wet his bottom lip. Roman leaned in and gently kissed you, his lips soft against yours. You brought your hand up, wrapping it around his neck and gently tugging on his hair. It was as soft as you thought it would be.

He broke off the kiss, breathing heavily, his eyes locked on yours.

"Will I see you again?" He asked, grabbing your hand, and bringing it up to his lips before kissing it softly.

"Maybe," You answered softly.

He smirked, "Good."

The elevator doors opened and Roman led you back to your table where all your friends sat. F/N immediately turned, eyes widening a smirk on their face.

"There you are! We've been looking for you." They exclaimed.

"Sorry," You apologized, rubbing your arm, embarrassed.

F/N was still smiling at you, "We were wondering what happened to you." She spoke, looking between you and Roman.

"I have to get back to business, you all have a good night," Roman spoke to your group before turning to you.

"I'll see you later, my darling." He spoke, bringing his hand up to brush his finger against your bottom lip.

You smiled at him, "I hope so."

He winked, and turned away from you, walking off back towards the elevator. You watched him leave, feeling a strange sense of disappointment.

"So, did you enjoy yourself?" Sosha teased, as you sat down.

You nodded, "Yeah, I guess so." You answered.

F/N and Fergus both laughed, "Well? What happened?" F/N asked.

You shrugged, "Nothing much, we danced and he gave me a tour of his penthouse."

F/N's eyes grew wide, "You didn't?" She asked, looking shocked.

You nodded, "Yes, he showed me his masks and acupuncture models."

F/N smirked, nudging you, "That's not the only tour you got. I saw the way he was looking at you."

You blushed, "What look?"

F/N rolled her eyes, "You know exactly what look I mean."

You just sighed, crossing your arms, face red in embarrassment.

"Nothing happened, if that's what you're alluding to." You spoke, trying to play it cool.

"You know he's a player, right?" Claire asked, sipping her drink. "I've seen it. He loves the attention."

"I didn't seem like it when he was just with me. You spoke, your thoughts becoming conflicted.

Before you or your friends could say anything else, you got a tap on the shoulder. Looking up beside you stood the almost awkward man with the buzzed hair.

"The boss said to give this to you." He spoke, handing you a small note before rushing off.

"What does it say?" Fergus asked and you shrugged, flipping it over.

"It's from Roman." You spoke, silently reading the note to yourself.

'Thank you for spending time with me, love. I will be waiting for you. -R. '

Your heart skipped a beat, "Well, it seems I just can’t stay away.” A smirk on your face and a glint in your eyes.

#roman sionis #cute #fluff #roman sionis x gn reader #roman sionis x y/n #roman sionis x you #gn reader #flirting #slight ooc #dc universe #part 2 #black mask #black mask imagine #black mask club #oc friends

[domripley]

Public Play

Pairing: Harley Quinn/Reader; Mentions!Future!Roman/Reader

Warning: OOC!Roman, Fingering, Mommy Kink, Begging,

Prompt: “Pushing back against my fingers already? How pathetic.” with Harley?

You sat at one of the tables in the back of the club, not wanting to draw attention to yourself. You knew it was a bad idea - taking Harley’s offer for a date, but you were always one for bad ideas. The two of you weren’t in a relationship, just friends with benefits; so when she asked you, it took you by surprise. She was late, and you couldn’t help but watch what was going on with Roman Sionis and a woman who you assumed was Dinah. Your daydream was interrupted by Harley, who sat next to you instead of across from you.

“Hey, puddin’,” she smiled, wrapping her arm around your shoulders. “How are ya?”

You bit your lip, watching as people walked by the two of you. “I-I’m good. You?” you asked, whimpering as she traced circles into your neck with her tongue. Now, you understood why she wanted to come here. 

“I’m good,” she smirked, leaning against you so her left hand could rest on your thigh. “I’ve missed you." 

“Harley,” you warned, but you both knew that you didn’t want her to stop. Slipping her hand into your pants, she pushed your panties to the side as she looked around the club. The two of you loved playing in public, the risk of being caught was something that got you off the most. Thankfully, Harley was all for it.

“Yes, baby?” she asked innocently, slipping her middle finger into your core. You needed more, but you knew she was going to make you wait.

You were never really one to believe in luck, but as Roman spotted the two of you, you knew you were cursed with the bad kind. “Hello Ladies,” he smirked as Harley brought her fingers to your clit. 

“Hiya, Romey. How are ya?” she smiled. You knew she loved messing with him. You zoned out as the two of them continued to talk. Her fingers rubbing roughly against you, it brought you back to the scene in front of you.

“S-sorry, Roman, what did you ask?” you breathed heavily, trying your best to gain composure.

“I was wondering if you’d like to maybe keep me company next week while I make some business deals?” he asked, and you bit your lip. Harley looked at you with a raised eyebrow as if she waited for an answer. 

As you opened your mouth to talk, Harley pushed two fingers to cause you to gasp a “Yes”. Roman clapped, a big smile on his face.

“I’ll have my Little Bird pick you up at seven pm tomorrow. I’ll buy you dinner as well, so come hungry.” he smiled, walking away to meet Zsasz who was walking up to him. 

“Harley!” you whispered yelled, getting up out of your seat. Taking her hand in yours to get her up from the table - you ignored the wet fingers against yours as the two of you made your way to the bathroom.

“Looks like you’ve got ya'self a date with Romey.” she teased, laughing at the glare you sent her. 

Before you could respond, she bent you over one of the sinks. Pulling your pants down to your ankles, she pushed your panties to the side. “You’re so soaked, baby. Why’s that?” she moaned, pushing two fingers into your cunt. 

“Y-you, Mommy,” you gasped, trying to push yourself back on her fingers. Slapping your ass once she realized what you were doing. 

“Pushing back against my fingers already? How pathetic.” she tsked, shaking her head as she fucked you harder. “Do you want to come for me? Wanna come for your mommy?”

“Yes, god, yes. Ple-“ you cried out, cutting yourself off as you came. 

Letting you ride out your orgasm, Harley praised you as she watched you through the mirror. You pulled away as you came down from your high, turning yourself around to face her.

"You owe me,” you breathed, pulling her closer. “Big time.”

“I’ll make it up to you in any way you’d like, Princess.” she smiled, pushing her come soaked fingers into her own mouth. “Taste so good." 

"I have a few ideas on how you can make it up to me…

#my writing #mine

[hellherekitty]

"say please."// Roman

Spicy / Intimacy Meme - Still Accepting

Selina's back arches as Roman's lips trail from her neck and over her bare breasts. A soft gasp catches her lips as his fingers tease along her porcelain skin. Everything in her body anticipates where his fingers are going to go and she knows this is exactly the desired effect he's looking for. Say what you will about Roman Sionis, but he knew how to hold an audience in the palm of his very capable hand.

Her heartbeat was quickening and she was just starting to take another breath to let it hitch in her throat when she heard his words. Blue, lust-filled eyes narrowed on him. Any other time with any other man and she would have kicked him in the dick and left him dry, but Roman commanded something all together different from her.

"So needy..." Selina purred, fingers reaching up to knot into his hair where she tugged him down. Red-painted lips brushed against his earlobe before her voice whispers to him. "Please, Roman.... Don't stop."

#evilbastards #//i really hate how all the updates have just fucked all my tags

[thegreatwicked]

Shadows of Deception- Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven

Drive You Insane by Daniel Di Angelo

Summary: In Gotham City, a world of secrets and danger, Belladonna finds herself embroiled in a web of crime when she becomes a witness to illicit activities at Roman Sions' exclusive club, Masquerade Noir. Instead of eliminating her, Roman sees an opportunity and spares her life, forming an unconventional alliance. They pose as a couple, using each other as alibis to deceive the police. But as they delve deeper into their charade, their connection intensifies, blurring the lines between reality and deception. As desire and danger collide, they discover unexpected love in the midst of a thrilling and forbidden affair.

Rating: Explicit; graphic depictions of sex and violence

Pairing: Roman Sionis/OFC; Belladonna Black, slight Zsasz/OFC if enough interest.

"What does your zodiac say about you?" 

Roman scoffed at the very idea ‘Give me a break’. To him, it was just grown-up fairy tales, a celestial tooth fairy for women to get all starry-eyed about. The alignment of stars and planets predicting one's personality seemed preposterous, an amusement he dismissed with a dismissive roll of his eyes.

"What your favorite drink says about your personality?" 

Attempting to distill the complexities of human character into a mere sip, at least that one had some merit. Bourbon, no nonsense. The older, the better, aged in a barrel with minimal exposure to oxygen. Sometimes these quizzes were amusing, 

"What Greek god do you embody?" 

Roman paused finding that particular magazine article headline kind of interesting, his folklore and mythology were a bit rusty but he gave it a thought since he had one to spare while he waited for the barista to finish up his order. Jesus, it had been years since he’d thought of something as useless as mythology and the only one he was really familiar with was Greek.

In his head, a damn parade of names was competing for the title of "Roman of the Day." Aries took the main stage, especially after the tango with Cobblepot's goons at the docks. Yeah, God of War was the flavor, temper and all. But there were others in the running, especially with Belladonna thrown into the mix for the past couple of months. Starting to think he and Hades might share more than a taste for a dark underworld and a brooding vibe, even if he wasn't exactly kidnapping Belladonna. Coerced, well, that depended on who you asked, didn't it? The plot thickened, and the emotional rollercoaster kept on rolling.

Leaning casually against the coffee shop counter, Roman's eyes locked onto the reflection staring back at him. The sharp lines of his black suit accentuated his powerful frame, every detail meticulously chosen. His hair, perfectly styled, added a touch of rebellion to the sophisticated ensemble. The Armani shades perched on his nose completed the look, casting an air of mystery.

A smirk played on his lips as he soaked in the image. Damn good, he thought. It wasn't arrogance; it was an acknowledgment of the effort he put into presenting himself. His appearance wasn't just a reflection; it was a statement, a silent proclamation of power, control, and, yes, undeniable charm. Why the hell not revel in it?

His meticulous attention to detail was more than just a morning routine, he never left his place looking anything less than immaculate but lately, he’d taken this routine to an obsessive degree. His customary lunchtime visit to Belladonna's workplace was an opportunity to see and be seen, and today he expected a bit more of a spectacle.

He was practically salivating at what today's reception would be like – the coffee delivery to Belladonna and Daisy. The excited whispers and jealous stares, that were sure to follow were like sweet music to his ears, especially with the little surprise he had orchestrated that morning: a delivery of the most extravagant roses money could buy.

In his mind, he painted a vivid picture of the grand entrance; strutting in like he owned the place, a flash of that infamous charm that captivated everyone around. And then there she’d be– Belladonna, hard at work, looking like a vision of effortless beauty, maybe even playing with one of the rare roses he had sent. She always knew when he was staring at her so of course she'd notice him, abandon whatever she was doing, and greet him with that adorable 'Hey baby.' The public display that followed, a couple of nice, lingering kisses – it was all part of the show. 

But it wasn't just the show he was looking forward to. Belladonna's kisses were something else. Nothing like the coy games or aggressive maneuvers some women played. Hers had the perfect mix of teasing and desire, leaving him hungry for more. His mind, always wandering to steamier scenarios, now danced with ideas of clandestine encounters in her office – quick, intense, and hidden away in secluded corners. 

Christ. His damn libido was on the rise, and the thought of breaking his self-imposed celibacy was growing more tempting by the minute. Being around Belladonna was pure agony, especially when she flaunted those curves in those sexy-fitting work outfits. The woman looked spectacular, and sure, he could make a few calls and have a willing girl on his lap in no time, ready to fulfill his every desire. But he didn't want them. Forced abstinence was nothing new; Blackgate had been a temporary home more than once. But this... this was different. He was doing it to himself, willingly enduring the torment, all in the hope that when he finally got her in bed, it would be worth the damn trouble. And from everything he'd seen so far, disappointment wasn't on the horizon. His grin grew wider.

Now that their coupledom had been plastered across social media and tabloids, the public perception of him had taken a rather favorable turn, it was night and day. It was a refreshing change to see himself painted in a mostly positive light, his every action was still scrutinized and analyzed. From the way he followed Belladonna to how he held and touched her throughout the night, even down to his lack of usual engagement with the press – the media was having a field day. 

Could it be that the infamous playboy, Roman Sionis, was finally tamed? 

Of course not, but playing the part was undeniably enjoyable, Jesus, he should have been an actor. The public lapped it up. Sure, there were a few unsavory remarks from notorious paparazzi, insisting that he was just using Belladonna and would toss her aside once the novelty wore off. If he were fair, that had been his pattern in the past. But it wasn’t like it was his fault; most women were just goddamned boring. 

Not Belladonna, though.

Oh, yeah, today was going to be one for the books.

He didn’t let the lack of texts or calls thanking him for the roses get to him. No surprise there. Belladonna did mention drowning in post-fashion week chaos, and he could imagine her buried in whatever it was she did at work. Come to think of it, he wasn't entirely clear on what that was. Photographer, yes, but beyond snapping pictures, the details were fuzzy. Ah well, he'd find out soon enough. He couldn't wait to see how she'd shower him with affection for his sweet gesture. Chicks love roses.

Despite the weekend's radio silence, Roman's confidence sailed high. He was certain his charm would effortlessly iron out any unspoken tensions between them. A twinge of surprise lingered that she hadn't reached out, but oddly enough, he welcomed the change from the typical clingy inquiries he'd grown accustomed to. All weekend his phone remained silent. Not a beep or a buzz. 

'Work'—that had been the pretext he used to keep himself occupied during the weekend. The truth was, it wasn't until Sunday afternoon that it hit him – oh yeah, he had a bit of making up to do. Sure, he mulled over a spontaneous visit that night, but Roman, ever the showman, decided to save the grand entrance for Monday.

~~~

Yet things didn’t quite go how he imagined them, starting from when he strolled into the fashion house. It was bustling with activity, reminiscent of the previous week and while a few heads turned, there were more indifferent glances rather than the usual acknowledgment of his presence. He tried to brush it off as Belladonna had explained to him previously that the week after fashion week was just as busy, if not busier, now that they had to meet demands after new collections had been shown. But still, not a single smile, no acknowledgment of any kind? He might as well have no teven been there. He frowned, these people knew him, right? It wasn't his first time at the fashion house but he was less than amused but still, he was feeling generous, willing to settle for a less-than-glamorous reception. He was sure that would all change when he found Belladonna, she’d give him the welcome he deserved.

He shook off the strange reception, maintaining his charming smile as he made his way to the corner of the third floor where Belladonna usually worked. But to his irritation, it too was empty, devoid of Belladonna's usual charismatic allure. Now, annoyance crept further into his mood. He scanned the area but saw no real signs that anyone had even been there at all, he reached into his pocket to check his phone, expecting a message that might explain the absence– maybe a meeting, a phone call, or an impromptu photoshoot outside the studio. But the screen remained stubbornly blank.

“Maybe you should call her,” Zsasz's voice cut through the quiet, and Roman shot him a look. 

Roman scoffed, muttering more to himself than to Zsasz, "Don't be stupid." The knee-jerk response was clear - why bother? She hadn't bothered to mention she wasn't at work; why assume she'd answer if he called? Yet, an unsettling unease nagged at him, urging him to rcheck his phone again. Not to make a call or send a text, but to check, as if the information might have miraculously changed in the sixty seconds– predictably, still no messages.

Roman shot Zsasz a look that said, *Seriously?* Sometimes, as sharp as Zsasz could be with certain unsavory tasks, his solutions were disappointingly simplistic. His jaw tightened.

"Roman?"

He swiveled at the voice that unmistakably wasn't his elusive angel and there stood Daisy, burdened with papers, a laptop, and files, looking somewhat taken aback by his unexpected presence, as if him being there was the last thing she expected. Always the adept performer, Roman effortlessly flipped his mood, turning a potential snarl into a charming smile as if following a script, erasing any hint of irritation before Daisy could catch wind of it.

"Daisy, sweetheart, let us take some of that." 

Roman quickly placed the coffees on a the desk, playing both the useful and chivalrous cards by snagging a few files about to cascade onto the floor. Zsasz efficiently managed the rest, arranging them neatly on the desk and liberating Daisy's hands. Roman then promptly pivoted, swapping Daisy's now-empty hand for the green tea latte. She appeared both grateful for the well-timed drink and somewhat surprised by it. 

At least someone seemed pleased to see him.

"What are you doing here?" The sincerity in her voice was all the confirmation he needed that Belladonna wasn't in the building. If she were, Daisy wouldn't be so astonished by his appearance.

"Looking for an angel, of course." Roman drawled, his voice a concoction of charm and confidence. Slipping his hands into his pockets, he adopted a casual stance, masking the underlying irritation with an air of nonchalance. Shooting Daisy an inquisitive look, channeling an irresistable lost puppy vibe, that would make any heart melt.

"She's not here." Roman could see for himself that Belladonna was absent, but Daisy might have some insider knowledge.

"I can see that.” The nature of his forced chuckle made him want to bite his tongue till it bled, but he needed to charm Daisy and snapping at her wouldn’t get him the answers he wanted. “Where else would she be?" Roman cringed internally at the banality of the question and the necessity to maintain a charming front.

"Yeah, obviously," Daisy chuckled in return, shaking her head as if acknowledging the simplicity of her response. "I mean, she was here this morning at her usual time but left around nine, said she wasn't feeling well." 

Not feeling well? What happened? Why hadn't his driver informed him? He thought he was clear about his requirements to the driver regarding Belladonna’s whereabouts.

"Is that right?" Roman's curiosity had shifted to genuine concern.

"Yeah, she didn’t look very good; like she hadn’t slept at all. But honestly, it makes sense. Fashion week tends to drain us all; some just bounce back easier than others." Daisy pondered, staring at the ground, lost in thought. "You know, come to think of it, I don't think I saw her eat anything this morning. If that's the case, no wonder she felt like crap," Daisy remarked between sips of her latte.

"What do you mean? What does food have to do with it?"

With a nonchalant attitude, Daisy enlightened him. "Belladonna’s hypoglycemic. She can get pretty sick if she doesn’t eat. She didn't tell you?"

"Must have slipped her mind. Does she do that often? Forget to eat?" Roman inquired, his tone carrying a hint of indifference.

Daisy's eyes rolled, and she scoffed before nodding, clearly no stranger to the issue. "Well, not since you've started making your lunchtime visits, but yeah, when she's stressed, she's bad about it. Last year she passed out and cracked her head on the desk, had to call an ambulance, huge drama. She’s got a scar on her hairline from it; it was pretty nasty, two other people fainted from the blood."

"Hypoglycemic, huh?" Roman echoed, the revelation settling heavily in his mind. Leaning against the desk, he wore a subtle frown that betrayed the deeper concern beneath his exterior. "How’d we miss that?" he mumbled to himself, contemplating the extensive research Zsasz had conducted on Belladonna. If it had been a year ago, it would have been around the time of her attack, he supposed itmioght have been an easy thing to miss.

Daisy, seemingly indifferent to the weight of the information, nodded. "It's one of those things she doesn't talk about much. But it's not a huge deal; she manages it, mostly," she shrugged, hinting at a degree of skepticism. "Belladonna's not the type to play the victim, you know. Not even when she is the victim." Daisy's words lingered, encapsulating a truth that cut deeper than it appeared.

Roman absorbed this new information about Belladonna, a facet of her life he hadn't considered before. "So, what's the deal with hypoglycemia? She passes out if she doesn't eat, is that it?" he inquired, casually folding his arms across his chest. “Is this a ‘she needs insulin’ type thing?”

Daisy, shook her head, "Oh no, not insulin. It's a blood sugar thing. When she doesn't eat regularly, her blood sugar drops too low, and that can lead to all sorts of problems. The passing out is one of the extreme reactions, but it's not the worst." Roman's expression shifted, a mixture of concern and curiosity playing on his features. "If she drinks when her sugar is low, she can have a seizure. It's crazy."

The intricacies of Belladonna's health hadn't been on Roman's radar, and this revelation exposed a vulnerable side he hadn't seen before. 

Daisy, now feeling fine with sharing Belladonna's personal medical history to her boyfriend of all people, continued, "It's why she keeps snacks stashed everywhere – in her desk, her bag, Seriously check her beag one of these days, she’s always got something quick to snack on– when she remembers. French macarons are her favorite. She's got this fear of passing out again, especially in public. Understandable after what happened last time, right?"

Roman nodded, the weight of the situation sinking in. The usually nonchalant demeanor he wore took a back seat, replaced by a more serious tone. "Yeah, I get it. Anything else I should know?”

Daisy hesitated, her eyes assessing how much information she should reveal. "No, she just has to check her sugar periodically throughout the day, with this little thing that pricks her finger.” She shuddered, clearly not a fan of hte prospect f finger pricking multiple times a day. “And stress makes it worse, but only because if she's stressed out, that’s when she forgets to eat. Fashion week is always a nightmare because of the crazy hours and running around from one show to the next. Belladonna is a workaholic and comes in clutch almost all the time but she tends to push herself harder than she should; I’ve literally found her asleep at her desk before, even on the floor."

She looked so... normal. But what did he expect? A neon sign saying hypoglycemic? "I had no idea. Thanks for letting me know." His thoughts shifted to the next mystery, and he couldn't help but address it, "Did my driver pick her up?"

"Oh, that kid that picks her up and drops her off, sweet guy." Yes, that one. "No, She had me call her a cab home, said didn’t want to bother him in the middle of the day,” She misinterpreted Romans irritation for concern and reassuringly touched his arm, “I wouldn’t worry too much about her, I bet she got home and just passed right out. You’ll probably get a phone call or a text anytime now."

"I’m sure I will." He paused, knowing full well that wasn’t the case, but he wore his best fake smile anyway. "Well, you enjoy that tea, and it sounds like I’ll just go and surprise my angel at home."

"Oh, I bet she’ll love that! Tell her I hope she feels better! Make sure she eats something, if she crashes it can take a while before she’s up and running again, she’s always so tired afterwards."

Roman flashed Daisy a charming smile, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of confidence and intrigue. As he and Zsasz prepared to leave the fashion house, Roman halted, turning back with an air of casual authority.

"Oh, Daisy, could I trouble you for one more thing?" he called out, a sly grin playing on his lips.

Daisy turned, responsive and willing. "Sure."

"What was the name of the cab company that picked her up?" Daisy swiftly retrieved her phone, navigating to the recent contacts menu.

"Uh, Lightning Cabs. The driver picked her up around nine fifteen in the lobby."

"Perfect. Oh, and if you hear from her, could you let me know?" Roman extended his phone toward Daisy, a silent request for her contact information. She nodded emphatically, typing her details into his phone as if it were the most ordinary exchange, yet she was providing her number to one of the most prominent men in Gotham. "Let's keep this between us, huh? I want to surprise her and all that." A playful wink punctuated his sentence, and Daisy nodded in agreement.

"Sure, I’ll keep you posted if I hear anything." The subtle dance of charm and secrecy had played out effortlessly, leaving Roman with the information he sought while maintaining the air of pleasant camaraderie with Daisy.

"And if she feels under the weather again, let me know. I don’t want her taking a cab back home; you never know what you’re getting with some of those drivers, you know?" Roman nodded with a calculated show of concern, mirroring Daisy's exaggerated gesture, before she darted back into the bustling studio. "Goodbye, Daisy."

"Bye, Roman. Bye, Zsasz." Daisy’s parting glance lingered on Zsasz, who, Roman noticed, returned the attention with an intensity that wasn't entirely professional as she disappeared into the busy studio.

As soon as Daisy vanished from sight and they found themselves back in the car, Roman's charismatic facade faded, replaced by a scowl.

“I checked the feed at her place; she’s not there, unless she’s the invisible woman.”

“Of course, she’s not. Well, Zsasz, let's go on a scavenger hunt.” Roman initiated the search by dialing the cab company. “Yes, hello? I'm Detective Ramirez with the GCPD, and I need some information about a cab pick-up today in Park Row at 5324 Park Lane, suite 32, around nine fifteen? … Yes, I’ll hold.”

~~~

Roman pondered their destination — a storage unit. In his world, those spaces held a smorgasbord of secrets, ranging from illicit gains, to ill-gotten cash, to cold, lifeless bodies in deep freezers. The possibilities intrigued him as they accelerated towards the storage facility but he had a hunch any storage unit of Belladonna’s was more likely to contain yearbooks and stuffed animals, or whatever women held onto.

The storage facility, though utilitarian, boasted an unexpected level of sophistication. Locks, gates, keypads, and even barbed wire atop the metal gatessurrounding the premises, but what captured Roman's attention were the myriad security cameras. Not a blind spot in sight — a detail that would have impressed him if he weren't preoccupied with the mystery unfolding before him. He’d have to remember to come back and check this place for future reference, a good storage facility was like a plumber or a mechanic; people in his world were always looking for a good one.

"What are you hiding, angel?" Roman's thoughts churned with a blend of irritation and curiosity. Their conversation about transparency echoed in his mind, and the fact that Belladonna seemed to be veering off that course irked him.

The transaction of a wad of cash, a nonchalant greasing of the wheels of discretion, granted him access to the facility's surveillance footage. It was a nice place but looked like it didn’t pay as wella s he did, money talks and everyone listens. 

The surveillance footage unfolded like a noir thriller, revealing Belladonna's covert maneuvers. Her discreet exit from the cab then waiting for it to leave and then vanishing act into a smaller unit escalated into a fascinating revelation as she emerged. Her high fashion work outfit replaced buy dark jeans, a jacket, boots and gloves, cutting quite the mysterious figure astride a high-performance motorcycle. The black machine, crafted for speed, agility, and precision, hinted at a taste for the adrenaline of the open road. It was a revelation that caught both Roman and Zsasz off guard, prompting a rare exchange of surprised glances between them.

"You find any record of a bike in her name?" Roman inquired, keeping his eyes fixed on the monitor. 

Zsasz, never one for lengthy conversations, replied with a succinct, "Nope."

Zsasz was meticulous in his work. The fact that Belladonna had slipped this detail past both of them added an unexpected layer to the enigma she presented.

Roman's lips curved into a sly smirk as his gaze landed on the helmet crowned with two triangular cat ears. "Well, that gives a whole new flavor to the name Kitten, doesn't it?" he chuckled, reveling in the subtle, cute, girlish touch that adorned her all-black riding ensemble.

The growl of the motorcycle reverberated within the storage unit, transforming the sterile space into a symphony of mechanical vigor. As the engine's low purr vibrated through the air, Roman's irritation, initially sparked by the clandestine escapade, brewed further into a sense of fascination.

The sleek and potent wildcard of a motorcycle in Belladonna's arsenal had Roman caught off guard. It unveiled a facet of his angel that transcended the realms of high fashion and artistic allure, presenting her as more than just a mystery shrouded in elegance. As it turned out, she was a speed demon, reveling in the visceral thrill of the ride.

“Seems my angel has wings,”

~~~

Chloe, her first sort of girlfriend, and she used the term girlfriend very loosely; Chloe had been the girl she’d skipped school with to explore sexuality and smoke cigarettes with, who threw her into the world of motorcycles and the wild thrill of racing faster than reason. The graceful dance of tight turns, almost brushing the ground, and the defy-gravity physics that kept the bike upright became an addictive obsession.

In the shadow of those attack scars and the chaos that followed plus the new chaos taht was her current life, riding became more than a thrill for Belladonna. It was a way to outrun all the crap that clung like caked on mascara. The city blurred into streaks of light as she maneuvered the streets, totally absorbed in the dance of speed.

She'd dodged more than she could count of those flashing blue and red lights more times than she could count, a dance where luck and skill wove together to keep her free. The city streets, especially in places like the Bowery where the police didn't interfere much, allowed her to let loose after dark. But with Roman in her life and his rule,s a midnight ride was out of the question, she’d have to burn rubber during the daylight. Despite the restrictions, the ride was her escape, liberating. In the sunlit hustle of the day, her mind was far from the haunting past. Roman, that mystery in her life, faded away, just a fleeting image in the mirrors.

Lost in her thoughts, the unmarked GCPD SUV she zipped past hardly registered until those familiar blue and red lights blazed in her mirrors. Roman's presence, though physically distant, rushed right back into her mind. There was no dodging this cop; space and time didn't allow it.

Why was this guy pullingher over? She didn’t do anything. It wasn't like she was tearing through the streets like a maniac, just pushing it a bit, like everyone else did. But cops, especially with motorcyclists, always seemed to have a bone to pick. Beyond the speeding issue, a deeper worry nagged at her — the realization that she couldn't afford any extra attention from the police. With a reluctant sigh, she pulled over, bracing herself for what looked like the least enjoyable part of her day.

~~~

Cops never appreciated sarcasm. Not on good days, and certainly not on bad ones. This particular officer wouldn't have tolerated her smart mouth even if she'd had a chance to use it; he had real hardass vibes, the type of guy who peaked in high school. The whole exchange played out like a bizarre scene, breaking all the usual protocols she'd come to expect. He didn't bother with the usual spiel, no request for the key to her bike, just a bold move—taking it. Now, that was a definite no-no. No standard procedure: no demand for a driver's license, insurance, or registration. She had this nagging feeling that something wasn't quite right, but it wasn't until she found herself halfway from her bike to the unmarked GCPD vehicle, ordered off her ride, that it hit her like a sucker punch.

She hadn't checked the guy's badge, hadn't asked for any form of ID, and she was about to step into an unmarked police car. Blind obedience. In the grand scheme of things, Roman was going to be pissed. Not a great move on her part, and she'd feel the repercussions soon enough.

First, she'd need to figure out how the hell to explain ditching work without telling anyone where she was, plus she also kinda lied, which she knew Roman wasn’t af an of, but it wasn’t like she lied ot him… Going against Roman's strict orders not to venture out alone and not calling for his driver. Then, there was the bike and storage unit bombshell, which, to be fair, he never bothered asking about, but she’d also never volunteered it, that wasn’t going to do her any favors. And now, as the icing on the cake, getting pulled over by a cop right smack in the middle of a murder investigation, just a day before they were set to give their formal statements at the precinct. 

Yeah, he was gonna be pissed.

He swung the car door open, playing chauffeur like she was some damn VIP, at least sans the cuffs this time. But seriously, what the hell was she getting pulled over for? Not a clue, and of course, that lawyer's card? Yeah, it was probably catching a breeze on its way to becoming litter. Roman might just decide she's due for a one-way cruise to Gotham Bay after this shitshow. Really, how much worse can this whole crapfest get?

"Well, hello, kitten..."

"Shit."

Here was how much worse.

~~~

His annoying smirk made her nervous, like, truly nervous. He just lounged in the seat like it was his throne, all smug and comfortable, like he'd done this police car routine a million times before, which he probably had. With a blink of disbelief, she hesitated before the door slammed shut on her giving her the final push into the vehicle, locking her in a confined space with Roman. The air in this cramped space hung heavy, like waiting for a judgment day or, in the darkest corners of her imagination, an impending execution.

Roman, though, smiled a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. It was that kind that you put on when you're know something everyone else doesn’t know or the kind where you smile because screaming in public isn't an option.

The term 'shit-eating grin' was a perfect fit for the look he was giving. She couldn't quite figure out why he was so damn pleased or how they ended up in this mess, but at least the pressure of confessing her joyride was off her shoulders, hard to hide it when you’re caught red-handed.

A thick silence settled in, intentional discomfort left for her to stew in for his own twisted enjoyment. Just as irritation started to simmer and she was ready to snap, Roman ended the quiet with a tone full of casual amusement.

"You know, kitten, if you're in the market for something powerful between your legs, I’m only ever a phone call away."

Her expression twisted, a mix of annoyance and displeasure. For someone who was so vocal about sex, Roman sure acted like a prude when it came down to it, lots of teasing, ltos of talk but not much else to back it up. Bringing up their last encounter in the back seat of his car would probably just lead to more trouble, and her pride had already taken a hit. Reliving that memory wasn't high on her agenda, so she decided to let it slide.

"Do I even want to know how you found me?"

The smirk disappeared from his face, replaced by a bit of a scowl, not the expression seemed more fitting. "Doesn't matter, angel. I'm the one throwing out the questions here. So, lets start with this one: any clue how my day went?" Irritation played on his features, turning that once-amused smile into a disappearing act. He arched an eyebrow, silently demanding a response.

"Oh, I'm sure it was a hoot."

His grin took a wicked turn, and he beckoned with a finger for her to come closer, the gesture was very snakelike. Confusion washed over her — they were stuck in the back of a squad car, for crying out loud, how much closer wa she supposed to get? But that devious smirk of his persisted, and he pointed to his lap. Oh, goody, It was clear he hadn't forgotten their last rendezvous, and the look in his eye said that he had no plans of settling for a 'no.' 

She shrugged off her riding jacket, giving in to his unspoken request. It was more than just a comfort thing; there was a power play going on, a subtle move to establish control in the cramped space.

This time, it wasn't the playful, sexy dynamic that they’d enjoyed before. Crawling into his lap felt tense, especially with his silence and the intensity of his gaze. He wasn't content with her perched on the edge, as she had initially tried. His disapproving 'tsk, tsk, tsk' and the shake of his head made that clear, and the firm hand on her back, along with a sharp pull, brought her completely against him, hip against hips. It was all about control.

“Angel, angel, angel… ” He paused, his fingers splayed on her lower back, thumb brushing her skin, “Tell me, do you know the significance of the Juliet Rose?” 

What the hell was a Juliet Rose? She looked at him confused, not really understanding his question—significance? What was that supposed to mean? Roses were popular kiss-ass gifts, but she decided to keep that particular personal insight to herself; the ice that was Roman’s patience felt thin, and she didn’t feel like testing it further than she already had.

“Is it a death threat?” To go with the traditional answer of ‘love’ seemed like a stretch, and by this point, it was clear that Roman rarely did things without some depth of deep consideration. He shook his head so leisurely that it was hard to tell there was anything wrong, but she knew Roman was exceptional at donning masks. “Ok, I don’t know, significance?”

"Really, didn’t that fancy private school teach you anything?" Roman let out an exaggerated sigh and gave a small shake of his head. "Every flower has a meaning, angel. The Rose, it was Shakespeare's go-to bloom, you know? Especially in a little known play called Romeo and Juliet, maybe you’ve herd of it?” Everybody in the english speaking language knew that play. “Come on now, you know the line, don’t you?"

Roman's easy charm worked like, well, a charm, and smooth as the aged bourbon he drank and suddenly, any hint of dread in the back of the squad car melted away. It felt as if they were back to last Friday before the whole dock mess. Damn, those lips of his had a certain charm even when they were throwing questions around. Or was it just the effect of those late-night thoughts creeping in? Whatever it was, it worked. Oh, wait, he did ask her something, didn't he?

"Um," Belladonna thought back to her high school English class. Sure, she'd read the play like everyone else, but it wasn't exactly a favorite, she gave up. "Yeah, I don't remember much. I hated Romeo and Juliet."

Roman's expression of surprise appeared almost genuine, and if it wasn't, it was a compelling act. "You don’t like one of the greatest tragic love stories ever?" Belladonna wrinkled her nose at the notion that Romeo and Juliet could be anything more than a dramatic mess. He got the tragic part right.

"Romeo and Juliet is about a hormonal seventeen-year-old and a stupid love-struck thirteen-year-old. And over the span of three days, six people die. That's not a love story, it’s an episode of Jerry Springer. Anyone who's actually read the play would know that."

"You don’t think the notion of star-crossed lovers romantic?"

“No, I don't. It’s a tired and overused trope, horny teenagers use to justify screwing around and making poor decisions, as if it makes them immune to consequences. If two people really want each other that bad, they can get together without involving a murder-suicide.” Belladonna chose not to delve further into the irony of her words, especially concerning her and Romans own history. “Frankly, I'd rather read Twilight.”

“What in the hell is Twilight?”

“You’re better off not knowing.” Roman paused, considering it as if he were debating in his head. She wasn’t sure if he had ever read either play or if he was just going off pop culture.

Luckily, he let that topic slide, saving her from having to dive into the absurdity of Edward Cullen and Bella Swan's twisted, borderline abusive romance. Honestly, the whole murderous love thing was a train wreck. Opting to ignore the eerie parallels between their saga and the fictional nonsense, she steered the conversation back to the question he'd left hanging.

“What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell just as sweet.” 

Oh, that quote. Sure, she knew it; everyone did, but still didn’t understand where it was going. It sounded a hell of a lot better when he said it. Roman looked away, reaching onto the seat next to him, picking up a rose, specifically a Juliet Rose. When she saw it, confusion and fascination played across her features as he held it out to her. She’d never seen such a peculiar-looking flower before.

Unlike other flowers, its petals flared out at the ends, forming an opulent, cup-shaped bloom with cascading waves. What made it truly captivating were the innermost petals, tightly packed in the center and gradually loosening as they radiated outward. The color transitioned from a bright yellow on the outside to an almost burnt orange at the center. She marveled at its intricacies, then lifted it to her nose, inhaling the sweet floral scent.

“Shakespeare used the rose to convey the painful side of love and the passing of time. In Juliet's lament on love, the rose is a metaphor for the darker aspect of love.” 

Roman sounded like a literary professor or something, talking as if it were common knowledge. Belladonna just blinked, it wasn’t the first time she thought she’d had him all figured out and he’d turned around and shocked her, she did not peg him for a shakespeare fan anymore than she would have thought it possible for him to know the intricacies of the language of flowers or their meanings, she didn't even know that. Yet here they were. 

“It’s one of the most expensive roses in the world and one of the rarest.” The charm instantly fell away and his displeased look returned grinding the breaks on his charm train to a halt. “And had you stuck around work instead of playing hooky, you would have seen the ones I had sent to you this morning.” 

Shit.

His grin made a reappearance—the kind of grin that seemed to conceal something unpleasant, like the expression someone wears just before labeling you an idiot.

“You sent me roses?” she asked, and he confirmed with a nod.

“I sent you fifteen roses.”

Fifteen? What an odd number? Her confused look prompted Roman to dip his hand into the back pocket of her jeans. His touch rested casually on the curve of her ass as he fished out her phone. With a smirk, he handed it back to her, making the situation feel more like a playful game than a mere retrieval.

“Why don’t you Google it?” The fact that he whispered the suggestion didn’t bode well.

She swiped up and typed into Google as he suggested, ‘significance of fifteen roses.’ The result left her stunned:

15 Roses – If you've done something to upset someone and wish for forgiveness, opt for 15 roses.

Her head snapped up to him. Roman Sionis apologizing? Belladonna stood there, mouth agape, struggling to find words. His usually suave expression shifted into seriousness. If Roman Sionis was apologizing, her gut told her to just accept it, as it wasn't a gesture he tossed around lightly, if at all.

“Um, I uh, forgive you.”

“Well, it doesn’t matter if you forgive me now. Now you’re the one who owes me an apology, and fifteen roses aren’t going to cut it.” The idea of being indebted to Roman Sionis wasn't appealing. It was never straightforward with him. Still, she couldn't help but ask:

"What do fifteen Juliet Roses run?"

"More than you can afford." She didn’t like how he said that.

"So," he began, and Belladonna felt a mixture of apprehension and curiosity as Roman didn't delve into details about the expensive roses. "Imagine my confusion when I stroll into your studio with your rose-infused white mocha only to find… nothing. No one says a word to me, and Daisy informs me that not only are you not at work, but you claimed to have gone home..."

His head shook, the tsks sounding almost predatory, and he continued, "But you didn’t go home, did you angel? Not only that, you didn’t call my driver, and you took a cab across town to a storage unit you didn’t tell me about, and you’ve been joyriding all over the city. I’m very disappointed in you, angel." The tone suggested either a deliberate exaggeration or a level of anger that hindered proper articulation.

"I had to impersonate a police officer to the cab company to find where you’d gone, and its a good thing their standards aren’t high because I’m a shit cop. Then I had to bribe the security guard at the unit to see the footage, and it’s a good thing he was cheap because I only had a few hundred on me, there goes my snack money. Finally, I get to see the footage, and surprise, surprise, my angel likes strong things between her legs, and off she goes to parts unknown. That left me leaning on a contact inside the GCPD to trace your bike, which isn’t under your legal name. It’s under your mother's name, and I spent the last four hours scouring this whole damned city looking for you, all the while the police are investigating us for a triple homicide." The sheer dedication to track her down was either annoying or oddly impressive, and she couldn't quite decide which.

"Can you see how that’s problematic?"

Belladonna knew she was in a bit of a bind. It sounded bad because it was bad. His hand, initially gripping her hair, tightened, and she tensed. However, he swiftly softened his grip, running his fingers through her hair to draw her closer.

“Angel, what part of ‘you don’t go anywhere alone anymore’ didn’t you understand?” His stern gaze bore into her, a mix of parental concern and disapproval, like she’d been caught breaking curfew and any moment he was about to tell her ‘she could do better’. He awaited an answer, and she hesitated before attempting to respond.

"Look, Roman, I—" Her words were abruptly swallowed as he yanked her into a kiss. It wasn't gentle or tender; it was hungry, almost demanding. Pleasure danced at the fringes, but the dominant force was control. It wasn't painful, but it carried a weight, a reminder that in his world, his rules were the only ones that mattered. As he eased back, he held her in that space where the air crackled with tension, close enough to feel the heat of a potential kiss but withholding any further touch. His voice dipped into a growl, a low, demanding tone that made it clear – the simmering anger, once concealed, was now seeping out.

"Belladonna, we have the goddamned GCPD on our tails, just itching to poke holes in our story. And we both know it's far from bulletproof because they know a few things: one, I’m not a good man, I’m a damn criminal and I like being a criminal. And two, I’m not a one-woman man. Two days before we met in the back of my club, I had six women in my bed, all begging to suck my cock and milk it dry, begging me to fuck every hole they had, offering to do the most degrading things if it made me happy, and I let them." He tilted his head curiously. 

"Why on earth would a man turn that down for just one woman? I mean, you're gorgeous, and you're entertaining, but... It means a few things. Either you’re somehow the love of my life, and I’d do anything for you, thus making you a weakness to be used against me, or we’re both liars…” The coolness of his gaze was disturbing, and his detached nature, when any other criminal might be radiating unbridled fury, was just something else entirely. “Do you see my point?”

Yeah, she did.

"What happened to no more secrets, angel?" His tone was deceptively softer now.

"Jesus, Roman. Do you want me to lay out every detail of my life? Down the magazines I'm subscribed to?"

"No, I don't need to know about your Cosmo guilty pleasure, or your six-year devotion to Urban Photography Monthly. I don't care about your Motorcyclist Mechanic collection or the notes you scribble inside the margins. But I do need to know about this secret storage unit under the name Maribella Caruso on the other side of town and the fact that you own a twenty-thousand-dollar performance motorcycle for joyrides." He paused, eyeing her. "You don't street race, do you?"

"No, I just like to go fast," she responded defensively. Why did she feel the need to cover her ass all of a sudden? She hadn't done anything wrong—maybe a bit stupid and shortsighted. "And I wasn't hiding it from you. I haven't been on a ride in a few months. I don’t ride much in the rainy season, and I just go when I need to blow off some steam."

"And what were you trying to blow off steam from, angel?"

She exhaled sharply. Well, it wasn't like she could hurt his feelings, so what was the point in beating around the bush? "You."

"Me? What did I do?" His surprise seemed either genuine or a well-played act to make her feel guilty. "Oh, is this about last Friday night?"

"Is that why you sent me the roses?" Belladonna's tone carried a mix of curiosity and challenge, a hint of defiance in her eyes. 

Roman's dissatisfaction surfaced, breaking through his nonchalant demeanor. In response, he seized her hair again, a flicker of irritation in his touch. "Angel, I get it, rejection isn't your usual flavor, but when daddy says no, it means no. When duty calls, you take your hands out of my pants, hop off my lap, and be a good girl and wait for daddy to finish his work."

Her wince betrayed genuine fear and pain, something Roman hadn't seen from her before. "Please let go," she requested, a subtle tremor in her voice. He released his grip instantly, an uncommon emotion stirring within him – regret.

"I thought you liked when I did that," he remarked, uncertainty creeping into his voice. His hand, now soothing the spot on her scalp, felt oddly out of character.

Belladonna wasn't having any of it. "No, I don’t like this," she asserted, frustration evident as she grabbed a firstfull of his hair at the crown of his head, yanking and jerking his head backward, full of fire and aggression. A rage filled snarl escaped him, his lips contorting into a snarl, teeth baring, and a flash of molten anger sparked in his eyes. Her power play took him off guard, like tugging at the scruff of a dog's neck; his hackles were raised in rage, all directed at her unless she took further action.

"I like this," 

As quickly as she’d ensared him, her fingers relaxed their grip, threading through his hair, massaging his scalp while still maintaining her hold. The aggression replaced by control, confidence and sensuality, mussing his meticulously styled hair. 

Leaning down, Belladonna pressed her lips to his, sensing the gradual release of tension in his curled lip. Her tongue delicately licked his lips, an instinctive move to ease the lingering anger. The other hand cupped his jaw, moving down to caress his neck as their mouths slanted together. The dynamics shifted, and his anger seemed to vanish, like soothing a feral dog by scratching behind its ear.

Eagerly, he kissed her back, indulging in the talents of her lips. Unbothered by the slow, lazy pace she set, the power play held no significance; he simply craved more of that mouth, those lips.

Each pass of her lips and stroke of her tongue mingled with the pleasurable pull on his hair, and the rage that simmered between them faded. The car was heating up, with that in mind, she gently started withdrawing from him, before things got too out of control a series of soft, parting kisses leaving him yearning for more of his aggressive angel. When she finally let go of his hair, now in total disarray, her fingers massaged his neck, addressing the kink from looking up at her.

"Okay?" 

His chest rose and fell all traces of agitation were gone, replaced by a wild look in his eye. Yet, through the fog of desire, he seemed to understad, and in a tone as unfamiliar to her asi t was to him, he uttered, "It'll never happen again, angel." Odd as it sounded, she found herself believing him.

"Thanks for the rose," she murmured, her tone seemingly calming any remnants of Roman's anger, more effectively than the kiss had.

"My pleasure, angel. Now, we need to head back. We have some things to talk about regarding tomorrows visit to the precinct."

His ability to maintain control in the heated moment surprised her, and she had anticipated more resistance when she ended the kissing session. "I’ll follow you."

"No, you’re riding with me."

"Roman, I get it, twenty-five thousand dollars might be pocket change for you, but that bike out there is the most expensive thing I own. Until some jerk puts a ring on it, it's my baby. I'm not leaving it here or trusting your goons with it." Leaning in, she kissed him, a strategic move to secure his compliance. "I’ll follow you."

In a rare turn of events, Roman didn’t resist. His chest rumbled with a growl, but he didn’t intervene as she put her jacket back on, pulled on her gloves, and zipped up. He chuckled to himself as she climbed off his lap and hopped out of the car without further arguments. In fact, he found it amusing when she reclaimed her key from the man who had pulled her over.

“Next time you take my key from my bike, you’re gonna eat it.”

He believed her.

~~~

Belladonna's leg bounced uncontrollably in the car from the moment she sat down. It didn't take five minutes into the ride from her loft for Roman to place a firm hand on her knee, attempting to stop the nervous action. Instead, her other knee took over the jittery motion. Roman let out a frustrated breath, slipping his phone into his pocket before turning to face her.

"Angel, if you don’t stop that, I’m going to take you over my knee," he warned, half teasing, half serious. The unexpected response halted her jittery motion in sheer shock instantly. Roman frowned, "Damn, I was hoping you wouldn’t be able to stop. Oh well."

As they drove to the police station, he maintained his usual nonchalance, seemingly unbothered by the impending statements they were about to make. Belladonna, on the other hand, had never felt so on edge.

"How are you so calm?" she blurted out, genuinely surprised at his level of nonresponsiveness.

He casually shrugged, glancing up at her from his phone which he’d retrieved. "Not my first time." Was he playing angry birds?

"When was your first time?"

A sly grin crossed his face, "I was fourteen. What was her name? Alice? Anne? Eh, one of the women who helped around the house. I’m not sure, but hey, gotta pop that cherry sometime, right?"

"That's not what I meant." If he was serious, that explained a lot. 

"I’m well aware of what you meant, angel. I’m not worried because I’ve spent more time in furry handcuffs than real ones. Trust me, in either scenario, the novelty of it all wears off after a while."

She shook her head, pressing further, "What if they want to do a lie detector test?"

"Polygraphs are inadmissible in court," he responded with a dull and measured tone that bordered on boredom. "Even if they did, it wouldn’t prove or disprove anything."

“But–”

“Angel, you could bomb every question they give you, and the polygraph chart could look like a bad sketch of the Rocky Mountains, and it wouldn’t change anything. The science behind them is flimsy, used to intimidate people into confessions, and it's been proven more times than anyone can count, that a polygraph is less reliable than the weatherman. Don’t worry about it. You’ll have your lawyer by your side; Derrick is a smart kid and knows what's what. You’re his top client. Just remember what we talked about last night, and you’ll be fine.”

Ah, last night at Roman's place—a fun trip down memory lane it had been, but in a way it had been helpful. Like making a gameplan, going over how the whole process would work and surprisingly Roman’s council had been helpful but then again, of course the man who had been to prison would know more than his fair share about how these things worked.  

She nodded, “Wish I didn’t feel so nervous.”

“So don’t be nervous; be something else.” Mad, he had told her to be mad. In times like these it paid immensely to feed into stereotypes, like how women were hyper emotional for no reason. She had a reason she was under investigation for accessory to murder, she wasn’t being emotiona for no reasonl, she was scared shitless. But not as scared as she had been at the thought of what might happen if she were to turn on Roman.

“Belladonna, they’re going to try and put a wedge in between us, scare you and rile you up so let me be very clear about this. If you turn on me, I will make sure you live a long life while all the people you love live just as hideously long under the most agonizing circumstances possible. There won’t be a safe place for you to hide from me, and I’ll stop at nothing to see you suffer for it…”

“Like what? I’m not a light switch.” He chuckled darkly, and his hand slowly slid up from her knee to her thigh.

“Oh? Pretty sure I could give you a flick or two, and you’d turn on for me.” She didn’t have a comeback for that one because, well, it was a good one, but ignoring it didn’t change anything, nor did it determ him. “That’s not a no.” He gripped her thigh a little tighter.

The car hummed along the road, the tension palpable as they neared the police station for their statements. Belladonna shifted in her seat, her nerves evident but whether it was from their impending visit or the effect Roman had on her was hard to say.

“It’s not a yes, either.”

Roman grinned, a playful glint in his eye. “Don’t be a buzzkill, Belladonna.”

A skeptical look crossed her face, anticipating his usual antics. “You’ll have to excuse me; I don’t wanna walk into the precinct smelling like sex.”

Roman scoffed. “Who said anything about sex? I wasn’t going to fuck you.” His hand slid up further, and he continued, “No, I was just gonna make you come once or twice. Does wonders for the nerves. Besides, whats wrong with smelling like sex?”

Her eyes searched his face for the punchline, but it never came. His self-assured expression remained, and realization dawned on her that he was dead serious. It wouldnt be the first time he’d coaxed an orgasm out of her, but there was a difference between what they did behind closed doors and what they did in a moving car on their way to the freaking police station. 

“We’re ten minutes from the station; you’re good, Roman, but you’re not that good.”

His smugness transformed into a different expression, a blend of satisfaction and a touch of shock. It was as if he was contemplating a challenge that hadn't been issued. Right? That wasn’t a challenge. 

“People get stuck in traffic every day, angel. It’s a hell of a way to pass the time.” His gaze traveled up from his hand along the length of her legs to her face, relishing the uncertainty he found there. “You know, you do still owe me for those roses.”

“Never gonna let that slide are you?”

He shook his head, “I can’t allow debts to go unchecked, angel, not even from you.Iit’s bad for business. People hear I’ve gone soft then it’ll be nothing but work, work all the time.” He removed his hand and turned to face her in the seat placing a hand to his temple the other on his knee tapping as he thought, “How should I collect…?” It was possible he was teasing but it was also possible he didn’t know how to let something as simple as a bouquet of roses go and he’d outlive god trying to have the last word. “Any ideas, angel?”

“Does it matter what I think?”

“No, but I’m still curious what you think might satisfy me.”

The concept of satisfaction and Roman seemed like they would always be at odds with one another, how could someone like Roman ever truly be satisfied? Was it even possible? 

“I have no idea what even makes you tick, Roman, I’m pretty sure the usual stuff wouldn’t work,”

“And what is ‘the usual stuff’?” The air quotes were unnecessary, but it probably made perfect sense to him as he lived anything but an ordinary life.

“What motivates any man, blowjobs and cash.” She avoided his gaze opting for a glance out the window instead, but she could feel him staring and she swore she could feel the grin on his face.

Roman chuckled at her response, a low sound that reverberated through the car. "Blowjobs and cash, huh? Well, you certainly know how to speak my language, angel." His eyes gleamed with a playful spark as he leaned closer, a conspiratorial air about him.

Belladonna couldn't help but smile despite herself as if that was a language any woman couldn’t figure out, but his playful banter did momentarily distracting her from the nerves about their impending visit to the police station. She sighed, shaking her head. "You're impossible, Roman."

He winked. "And that, my angel, is precisely why you can't resist me."

"But, in any case, you're spot-on about the money part, but as for the blowjobs? Well, you might be onto something there. What man doesn’t love a pretty pair of lips wrapped around his cock?"

She chuckled, "Very funny. You telling me you want fifteen blow jobs?" When he responded with silence, his expression as unyielding as stone, she couldn't help but press further, "Don't tell me you don't have a little black book to take care of that."

"I have several. Organized by city. And they're probably wondering why I haven't called any of them in two months." She froze and looked back to his smug face. What did he say? "But then again, I'm off the market, so it doesn't paint a very good portrait of a boyfriend if I'm out fucking my waythrough a briar patch of daddy issues, does it?"

"Are you saying you haven't been laid since we met?" His unamused expression was all the answer she needed. Her lips started to form the words 'what?' or 'why?' but she couldn't complete the thought. Suddenly, the notion of the car being stuck in traffic wasn't so far-fetched. "You haven’t—"

"Fucked anything but my hand? Why no, kitten, and trust me, I thought those days were long over.” She recoiled slightly from him uncertain what he was about to say, but what was remaining unsaid was giving her pause, she didn’t think he was that kind of man... “Oh, kitten, relax, I don't force anyone into anything, not my style, but I've got an appetite, and we've got a few minutes before the station. It seems my skills are in question," he smoothly removed his jacket and began rolling up his sleeves. The certainty in his movements left no room for doubt—something was about to unfold in the confines of the car. "And while having my dick sucked is lovely, it’s not hte only thing that gets me off." His actions conveyed a sense of inevitability. “You wanna know what gets me off? Control.”

His arm coiled around her waist, pulling her onto his lap, a position she found both thrilling and unnerving. “Fact is, you do owe me something—fifteen somethings, to be exact, His breath, warm on her neck, sent shivers down her spine as his hands rested on her back, drawing her body against his, a familiar position from the previous day in his car.

“Fifteen what?”

"Orgasms. Let's start with one."

~~~

Chapter Twelve

I swear I will be working on my Star Wars stuff next! When you get into a writing groove, you just gotta ride that wave! If you'd like to be tagged in future chapters give me a reblog and a unique tag! Thanks for reading!

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[shinebrightsweetdove]

—✹ “My, my, what’s this? A crime lord caught off guard?” Sylvia asks sweetly, face hidden underneath her mask. Her tone of voice is hers, not a robotic scramble. 

The sharp tip of her spear grazed between Roman’s shoulder blades. Her lips quirk into a playful smile. Sylvia speaks again, teasing the infamous Rogue. “I never thought I’d see Roman Sionis so vulnerable.” 

( for @masquenoire​ )

#// lol a short and sweet starter #// thought maybe his dove in hero gear and maybe knows its her? #// anyways lmfao flirt fighting akfkasfnd

[stardancerluv]

Tease

Part One

Summary: You are new to Gotham looking for excitement and you catch the eye of Roman Sionis.

Warning: Drinking, masturbation (F & M!), Reference of Roman being well..Roman! (Face removal reference)

Roman Sionis x Reader

You recently moved to Gotham because you simply could not live another day in boring Metropolis. Enjoying the freedom of being in advertising you could up and move as you wished. You had heard Gotham was fun, exciting. You were eager for a chance. Once settled into your new apartment you headed out to the club everyone raved about, The Black Mask Club. You decided to wear one of your favorite dresses and a pair of your dancing boots and headed over.

Upon entering the club, you suppressed the gasp of how impressed you were. You didn’t know where to look first, the walls with the statues....it was fascinating you loved it.

As you shrugged out of your coat, someone greeted you wondering if you wanted to use the coat check. Deciding it was for the best, you did it then made your way over to a table. Sitting, then you mulled over what you wanted to do first, have a cocktail or dance first.

As you settled into table, you watched as he approached. He was one of the most attractive man you had laid your eyes on. He looked exceptionally sharp in a black suit with a silver thread pinstripes. He was the kind of attractive that made you feel like you got a punch in the stomach.

“Hello, welcome to the Black Mask this evening. Is there anything, I could to make your evening all the more enjoyable?”

His voice was just as appealing as he was to look at. But damn, she thought hoping he wasn’t one of those annoying waiters. At least, you would get an order in.

“I would love a champagne cocktail.”

He twirled his finger, he barely finished when a waiter was at your table. “The lady here will have a champagne cocktail and I will have my usual.” He hurried off.

You rose an eyebrow.

He smirked. The drinks were served shortly, with a flare you didn’t expect he grabbed the glasses and handed you, yours.

“I am the owner.” He held up his glass. “Cheers.”

You were pleasantly surprised. “Cheers.”

Taking a sip, you smiled “That is fantastic.”

“I only want the best in my club.” He sipped at his. “So tell me, I didn’t catch your name?

You took another sip and then pit the glass down. You easily closed the distance between you two. “I didn’t give it.”

“Does that mean I have to earn it?”

You gave him, what some had said to you in the past was one of your most alluring smiles. “Yes.” Standing that close to him, you were enveloped by the scent of his cologne. It made him all the more appealing.

You easily brushed against his arm as you moved closer to the dance floor.

“Where are you going?”

“I came here to dance and to have some drinks.”

“I see.”

“Do you dance?”

“I do.”

With that, part of you hoped he would follow. Reaching the dance floor, it wasn’t long before you did realized he had following with how people moved as you walked.

Turning, you smiled as soon you were flush against him. The music swirled, entwining around you and him. You happily took his lead, following his movements. All you focused on was his ocean blue eyes. Speaking was no longer important as you two moved. You rather enjoyed being against his solid body. His height, over you also made it all just right. Your eyes, never broke as you moved. As the two of you moved the more your heart raced and breathless you became, you liked how it felt. It had been a long time.

Though quiet sometime later it all came crashing down as a still tall but shorter man then Roman with white blonde hair came over.

“Excuse me, boss but your appointment is here.”

At the man’s words, you felt as his grip on you tightened. He apparently didn’t want to stop touching you as much as you didn’t want to let him go.

A look, something had crossed his face, annoyance frustration.

“The price one pays to be a night club owner.” You quipped.

“Tell them I will be right over.”

“Certainly.”

“So, are you going to tell me your name?”

“After a few mere dances?” You teased.

The look that crossed his eyes you enjoyed. Something about this cat and mouse was very satisfying.

“Just so you know I would love another champagne cocktail.”

He twirled his finger once again. “This lady will have another champagne cocktail.” He smiled. “Whatever she want else she wants even if its another, she is to have it. It’s on me.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Wait..what?”

He held up his hands innocently. “Yeah. You’re night is on me.” Then he pointed at you and winked. “And I will find out who you are.”

Finally you got back to your table and sighed, relaxing. You cocktail showed up shortly after that, but you inhaled it easily enough. “I will have another.”

You did that two more times times. Wanting to dance more, you tried to play it as cool as possible but you looked to where he sat for his meeting. You really hoped he had stayed in the club.

Then you found him, the sight of how he sat took your breath away, he rested both arms behind him on the cushions, his legs were spread comfortably apart sitting there made you crave to be there between his legs.

Feeling playful, you found a place that you were sure, would be in his line of vision. You let the music rule you. Turning, your eyes met and you never broke the look, especially as you allowed your hands to drift over your body, wishing they were his hands.

You felt amazing, more alive then you had in months.

When you realized it was close to three in the morning and you had to be up by nine and his meeting was still going on, you realized you really should be going. Or you would regret it.

Grabbing your purse you headed over to the coat check but not before leaving a nice tip.

You slipped into your coat, “You’re leaving.” a voice behind you made you jump which resulted in a deep chuckle.

Turning, you smiled seeing him behind you. “I am.” You knotted the belt of your coat.

You gasped as he reached out and pulled you closer to him by your belt.

“After the show you put on?”

“I don’t know what you are talking about.” Now it was time for you to act innocent.

He managed pull you closer till your faces were mere inches apart. A smirk curled his lips

“I enjoyed watching you tonight. But next time, I might not be so thrilled to watch.”

“Who says that there will be a next time?”

He a gloved finger to your lips. “There will be and you will tell me your name.”

Perhaps because of the cocktails or perhaps because of him bringing it out of you, but you slid your tongue up his finger.

You met his eyes, then turning you went out the doors, and got into your taxi that brought you back to your apartment.

You shimmed out of your coat, then pulled off your boots. That’s when you realized being surrounded by all that was familiar. You could smell him. He lingered on you.

The sweet throb he brought you between your legs grabbed you violently. You couldn’t take it anymore. Practically, collapsing into one of your chairs you lowered and raised part of dress. As your hand dived into your panties, they were soaked through.

You moaned and arched barely touching yourself as your mind swirled remembering how good he felt, how good he looked.

You rubbed yourself hard and fast. Panting, you quivered, biting your bottom lip.

Soon you could feel yourself getting so close, running faster and faster you finally came hard as you did so his name broke your lips.

*****

Roman, couldn’t believe what you had done to him. He made his way over to the elevator and made it up to his personal rooms. He went to his private room, he didn’t want to risk any interruptions. He tore had his suit jack, he pulled his tshirt free of his pants. He practically tore off his gloves. Then he undid his belt and lowered his zipper and took himself out. Damn, he no one had ever made him that hard that fast with so little.

He began rubbing the length of himself. Damn, your body had felt so good against him. He squeezed his eyes shut. He could still remember how you looked when you danced by yourself. He knew with full confidence that you did that for him. The way your hands moved, he wanted his hands to be where yours had been.

“Fuck,” he finally screamed as he came hard, his cum shot hard and fast out of him wishing he was filling you.

“Fuck,” he muttered out of breath. “You will be fucking mine.” He promised and relaxed into his chair.

*****

The rest of your week, had been hard. You could not stop thinking of him. At night, his name would break your lips as you came hard as you rubbed yourself hard imagining him.

Toward the middle of the week, you almost went to the club. You didn’t want to appear desperate. It was on a conference call at work, you had to mute yourself when your desire for him grabbed you. You came hard looking at then Gotham skyline imaging what Roman could do to you.

*****

Usually in the afternoons, he would schedule some kind self care. When he would get a massage, a small amount of botox to take away the headaches that running things did to him or even a facial but these last afternoons he canceled it all. He simply disppeared into his rooms.

He knew with a crook of his fingers any of his dancers or any girl he’d look at would be more then happy to help him relieve what you caused in him. All of them paled to how your body felt against his when you danced. To be honest, he wasn’t really for using women like that. It would make him feel dirty. He had to say no quite a bit over the years.

Today was no exception, however before he could lock himself away, he had to deal with some unpleasant people. They had threatened his turf. One didn’t mess with what was his.

“Send their face to their boss.” He gave a twirl of his finger. “Maybe he will know better then to try and take his area on the marina.”

He made it quickly back to the Rolls, “Go.” He motioned with his hand then taking his handlerchief out he dapped and rubbed away the blood that had splattered on his face.

Once upstairs, he shed his clothes in his wake as he made his way to his large walk in shower. He turned on the water so it was just hot enough. He was already hard as the water hit him as he imagined you on your knees in front of him. He wanted to make you beg. He wanted you to want him as much as he wanted you. With one hand supporting him on the black marble. He rubbed himself. The water pelting him, running down his face and back. He felt his body tightening. “Oh fuck!” He growled and came hard. Breathing hard, he went and leaned his forehead against the cold marble as he continued to shake in the aftermath of cumming so hard. “You will fucking be mine.” He breathed.

@spn-obession @vintagemichelle91 @ewanfuckingmcgregor @thehybrid666 @xxxeatyourh3artoutxxx @angel98624 @emyliabernstein @rosionis​  @johallzy​ 

#ewan mcgregor #black mask #black mask x reader #roman sionis pov #roman sionis smut #roman sionis x reader #bop #birds of prey #roman sionis fanfiction #roman sionis #tease #part one

[tarrenterror25]

Roman Sionis dealing with a brat though…😵‍💫 *internal scream* !!!

OH MY GOD AMALIA ✨YES✨ bless your mind!! 💕

First off, Roman's got a short fuse so if you're a brat to him he will have a hard time keeping his cool. Keep in mind he's sadistic so if you push his buttons too much expect a black gloved hand to grab your face and pull you close.

"Keep going, see what happens."

His punishments are going to be brutal 💀

Lots of spanking and teasing without fucking you and not letting you finish either! 😩 Using toys on you to overstimulate you because that's what you wanted right? That's what all that bratty behavior was for, to get his attention, right? Well, now you got it.

"Not so funny now, is it you brat."

If he's in a nicer mood, he'll just condescend you. Look at you, being all bratty and tough, how cute.

"Aw, look at you trying to get under my skin today. Not today, sweetheart."

He knows you hate when your tactics aren't working on him.

Roman as a brat tamer is going to exhaust him so there are going to be times when he really isn't having any of your bullshit. You'll be able to tell the difference because he'll be actively stress; pacing, fidgeting, fast paced breathing, probably sweating. Softer and more affectionate teasing with some give will be better than full blown gremlin behavior.

#this is going to be on my mind all night i stg #roman sionis #black mask #brat tamer!roman sionis #arkhamverse #bop!roman sionis #ao!roman sionis #arkham origins

[just-someone-who-likes-to-write]

… My MasterList …

A lot have been telling me to do a Masterlist, so here it is.

I will fill it along the way. might add more characters un the future.

~Nuada X Reader~

Mischievous reader -  Reader is Hellboy’s younger adopted sister and she likes to be mischievous, She teases Nuada a lot but one, which annoys the prince. day after a hard mission she hides and has an anxiety attack and Nuada finds her.

Permission to Court -  Reader is an agent who is always laughing and playful despite hard times, which makes the prince interested in her. One day her mom who is a retired B.P.R.D. visits with her two younger siblings and Nuada decide to impress her and makes his intentions clear.

Clingy Reader -  Reader is really clingy and likes being held by her Boyfriend   Nuada but becomes really self conscious about not only her habit but also appearance.

Heaven Above (Hiatus) -  Reader is naturally born human with powers & mutations that make her look like an angel, because if that she ends up working for B.P.R.D. when meeting her for the first time Nuada mistakes her for a Celestial being, initially not liking her of “betraying” mythical creatures for humans. But how can they work in their differences when fighting a common enemy. (1) (2) (3)

Exhausted -  Reader had been up all night going over an investigation for the B.R.P.D and Nuada is getting them to go to sleep.

Haunted -  When Prince Nuada joined The B.P.R.D. Reader is jumpy tense and distant from him for a reason he doesn’t know. He becomes frustrated when she avoids him but seems fine with Abe and Hellboy. So demands answers from Hellboy.

Date Night -  Nuada has trouble understanding his feelings For reader so he goes to Hellboy for help.

Overprotective - Hellboy doesn’t approve His little sister relationship with his Ex-Enemy.

How is happened - Headcanons on how did Nuada fall in love with Reader.

Period Pains -  Reader is on that time of the month and Nuada is there to ease it.

Pull of Fate - Nuada feels a pull towards Reader and he doesn’t understand why.

Sensitive Ears - Elf ears are quite sensitive, even for a certain Elf Prince.

Not Worthy - After a visit to the Bethmoora Clan in order to get Closer to Nuada, things go wrong. (1) (2)

Blooming Flowers - Reader realizes that they are in love with Nuada, coincidentally, she starts throwing up flowers right after.

New Witch - Reader is a new witch that doesn’t seem to be able to use magic, Nuada is there to help.

~*~*~

~Jonathan Crane / Scarecrow x Reader~

Toxic Love -  Headcanons for Jonathan Crane with Reader who just so happens to be related to Bruce Wayne.

Good Morning - One morning Jonathan wakes up, and finds Reader in his clothes.

Different Kisses - Just different Kisses, with different scenarios with Jonathan.

His Little Nurse - Reader is a sweet nurse that works at Arkham and Jonathan has a soft spot for her and wants her to be his and his alone.

~*~*~

~Loki X reader~

Cursed 

~*~*~

~Roman Sionis X Reader~ 

Hypocrite jealousy -  Roman has absolutely nothing against hooking up with other people but gets furious whenever the Reader even mentions wanting to pursue someone else.

~*~*~

~Bucky Barnes X Reader~

...Coming Soon...

~*~*~

~Vladislaus Dracula X Reader~

Darling Pet : Gypsy Reader, who is also a werewolf, finds herself trapped and injured with no way of escape, but suddenly A certain vampire king swoops in and changes her life in more way than one. (With His Brides)

~*~*~

~Jared Nomak X Reader~

Abducted - Blade kidnapped (Y/n) after learning that her and Jared has some kind of relationship, but things started to get out of hand.

~*~*~

~Namor / K'uk'ulkan ~

Delayed Fate : Soulmate AU Where you won't age after tuning 18 until you find your soulmate to grow old together.

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#masterlist #prince nuada x reader #nuada x reader #jonathan crane x reader #scarecrow x reader #Loki x Reader #roman sionis x reader #bucky barnes x reader #Vladislaus Dracula x Reader #Jared Nomak x Reader #namor x reader #k'uk'ulkan x reader