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Shadows of Deception Chapter Six

Shadows of Deception

The Great Wicked

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.

Chapter Six

I Feel Like I’m Drowning by Two Feet

In the bustling fashion house, the air was thick with anticipation and energy as fashion week began. The studio was a whirlwind of activity, with creatives and professionals of various disciplines coming together to bring their artistic visions to life so that the wealthy could dress in opulence. Wardrobe stylists rushed around, carefully selecting garments and accessories, while hairdressers and makeup artists worked their magic, transforming models into ethereal beings. Cinematographers set up their equipment, capturing every detail with precision. Designers fine-tuned their creations, ensuring they were flawlessly presented for the cameras.

Amidst the controlled chaos, Belladonna managed to remain calm and collected as she went from meeting to meeting, and project to project juggling a myriad of tasks all without a hair out of place. Dressed as stylishly as the models she photographed yet infinitely more practical, with fitted black, ripped jeans instead of the long and flowing dresses and skirts and a white sleeveless blouse instead of cropped fashion tops. Her black-heeled boots echoed her determined steps in a stark contrast to the stiletto heels the models wore, while the blazer jacket added a touch of sophistication to her look and the camera in her hand set her apart from the models she directed. Her hair was swept back into a no-nonsense high ponytail, setting her apart from the endlessly tousled, teased, styled, and colored hair.

Belladonna's attention had been completely absorbed by the tasks at hand, her mind fully immersed in the creative process. There was no greater distraction from a personal life than the furious storm that was Fashion Week. The sound of her phone buzzing in her bag went unnoticed from the moment she stepped into the studio and the storm enveloped her. 

With hundreds of photographs in, countless wardrobe changes, and dozens of models in a variety of poses and backdrops, she’d also sauntered effortlessly through at least four meetings over the shows she would be covering that week and had a stack of other projects to edit before sending them off. Checking her phone for missed calls or text messages was the last thing on Belladonna’s mind, it may as well have not even existed at all in the nebulous void that was her purse somewhere in her office. Its pings and rings went unchecked for almost six hours.

After a phone call that really could have been an email, Belladonna was off to her next engagement, which consisted of getting caught up on the rest of the afternoon with Daisy.

“Alright, Belladonna, here's what the afternoon looks like after we break for lunch. You've got the Coltless show at two o'clock, Ramier specifically asked for you, I think he wants to take you to dinner, but you’ll need a good reason to avoid that so I’d start thinking of one now, the man doesn’t like taking ‘no’ for an answer. I’ve got your change of clothes for the show in your office; I managed to get that jacket you wanted from Miccah’s storehouse but I couldn’t get the boots.” She didn’t care about the boots now, she groaned inwardly at how she would avoid another dinner invite from Ramier. Daisy was right, he didn’t like being told no, Belladonna briefly thought back to another man who matched that MO… Least Roman was better looking.

“Your passes for the show are on your desk and the car is picking you up for it at one o’clock so not a ton of time to eat before the show, so I grabbed you something quick,” Daisy handed her a small styrofoam take-out box, she hadn’t even thought of food but was happy to see a few eggrolls and some pad-tai. “After the show, you’re meeting with Santoni for drinks about tomorrow’s shoot. We’ve got the space rented in the Bowery and you need to be there by six before it gets too warm also because we only have the space for four hours, his assistant double booked with someone else that’s why the rush. And you have reservations tonight for one more meeting at seven with the editor of Runway magazine, I managed to get the meeting set for that Thai place you like and if all goes well you should be home by ten, but honestly, you know how this week goes, these meetings take forever so I’ve blocked out an hour after each one in case it runs long. Best case scenario you don’t get caught off guard, worst case you’ve got a little downtime in between each one.” 

Belladonna nodded as she looked through a printout of her schedule Daisy had given her, finding it easier to absorb information when she could both see it and hear it.

“Is that Roman Sionis?”

It was this curious inquiry that shattered the bubble of concentration that Belladonna had enveloped herself in. The fashion house around her continued its chaotic flow but for Belladonna the world stopped and she was suddenly hyper-aware of every little detail as though time slowed.

The mention of Roman Sionis threw her off her focus, freezing her in her tracks. With a subtle shift, she caught sight of Roman and Zsasz, standing amidst the buzzing crowd. She could feel his piercing gaze, like a spotlight used to illuminate escaped prisoners, it made her feel so exposed. Despite her attempt to remain composed, she knew deep down that Roman had probably seen her spot him, how could he not? He was the type of man who, if you didn’t know better, you’d think he had eyes in the back of his head. He simply knew everything that was happening around him, constantly aware.

Her mind raced, her thoughts colliding with the surge of emotions within her. She hadn’t seen Roman since the other night at his club, and she felt a rush of heat when she remembered their encounter. Grappling with conflicting desires – to confront Roman and demand an explanation or to maintain her cool facade and carry on with her work. The air around her seemed to crackle with anticipation as she weighed her options, aware that her next move could have far-reaching consequences.

The room thrummed with activity. Amidst the growing murmur of Roman’s name circulating through the studio, Belladonna remained focused on her work, determined to maintain her professionalism in the midst of the mounting distractions. 

As the studio chatter reached a crescendo, a hush fell over the room as deliberate footsteps drew nearer. Belladonna could feel the pull of Roman's presence, his aura demanding her attention. 

When Belladonna finally turned to face Roman, she looked the epitome of composure but was inwardly shaking. His expression, was perfectly pleasant, despite sensing a hint of irritation in his expression, well-concealed beneath his suave exterior. Something was clearly on his mind, and brushing him off until later was not going to be an option.

“Hello, Angel.” The air went still for Belladonna but she swallowed and offered Roman a smile. “I know you’re busy but afraid I need a moment of your time,” 

Daisy’s shocked expression bounced back and forth between Roman and Belladonna like a game of rapid-fire ping pong. She still held Belladonna's datebook and her mouth was only slightly agape but it was enough for Belladonna to realize that she had to make some sort of introduction. 

“Daisy, meet Roman Sionis.” Her introduction felt slightly robotic but it was the first thing that leaped to mind, “Roman, my assistant, Daisy Monroe.” 

“So lovely to meet you, Miss Monroe,” Roman, ever the showman, shook her hand politely and smiled an award-winning smile, seemingly genuinely pleased to be where he was. “My Angel here has told me about you, tell me, how’s your brother doing? Is he out of the hospital yet?” Belladonna hid her shock well by biting the inside of her cheek. Daisy, however, seemed perfectly charmed.

She had never told Roman about Daisy’s brother, the one who over a week ago had been attacked in the advanced treatment facility in Arkham. Hadn’t told him her brother had a concussion, or that he’d been so badly beaten he needed to be extracted by helicopter. 

“He- he’s good. He’s out of intensive care and his vitals are looking good,” she seemed a little confused as to why one of the wealthiest men in Gotham was a king about her brother as if he was personally invested. 

“That’s wonderful. We need more men like him in those hospitals.” A cold chill crept up her back but she fought back the urge to demand answers and instead went with the flow of conversation. “Such a dangerous job.”

“It’s really so nice to meet you. I’ve heard such great things about your club, I’m dying to check it out.”

“Well, Miss Monroe I'd be delighted to put your name on the VIP list. Just let me know when you'd like to come, and I'll make sure you're well taken care of.”

“I will, but it’ll probably have to wait until after Fashion Week.” Daisy exchanged a look with Belladonna and then back to Roman, “So, how do you two know each other?” She had a look like she was about to sniff out the juiciest gossip and she was eagerly waiting for the answer.

“Has my angel not said anything?” He feigned shock so well… “Well, I suppose we don’t need to keep it quiet anymore. Belladonna and I met at my club a few weeks ago and we’ve been seeing each other, wanted to keep things quiet for a little bit, you understand,” His tone sounded so casual that she almost believed the circumstances that surrounded their meeting were really that simple. Daisy nodded emphatically, completely understanding the desire for discretion. “She put quite the spell on me it seems, I simply couldn’t keep away.”

Daisy's playful curiosity jumped from the charming enigma that was Roman Sionis and quickly settled on Zsasz’s imposing figure as he loomed behind Roman. 

"And who is this tall, dark, and brooding?"

Roman, always the suave conversationalist, grinned and replied, "Ah, Daisy, this is Victor Zsasz, a close associate of mine. He takes care of certain... matters for me." His tone held a hint of mystery. “He does the dirty work…”

Daisy seemed intrigued by the enigmatic figure. "Oh, I see. A man of mystery, huh?" Zsasz flashed a playful wink at her.

Roman chuckled, enjoying the exchange. "You could say that. He's a man of many talents." Roman turned to Belladonna and held her gaze for a long moment, as though trying to convey a silent message. "Angel, spare a few minutes for me?" His voice was thick and heavy, hard to resist on a good day, shame it was fake. 

With a polite excuse, Belladonna gestured for Roman to follow her into a more private area of the fashion house. As they walked away, she whispered to Roman, 

"You certainly have a flair for the dramatic, don't you?"

Roman couldn't hide a mischievous grin. "Darling, sometimes a bit of drama adds some spice to life, doesn't it?"

As though the whole thing was an everyday occurrence, one of the wealthiest and most desirable men in Gotham was asking for her time. She nodded and led him down a hall and into one of the smaller unused conference rooms that wasn’t covered in photos, articles, and design samples. Satisfied that they would be both undisturbed but at the same time not completely alone. The room's large windows provided a clear line of sight to anyone who might walk nearby.

Belladonna's heart quickened as Roman's demeanor took on a darker edge as soon as the door clicked shut. Contrasting sharply with his typically charismatic persona, the mask fell. The unfamiliar intensity in his eyes caught her off guard, reminding her of the dangerous man she had encountered that fateful night they first crossed paths. It was a side of Roman she rarely witnessed, and she’d be lying if she said it didn’t leave her hair standing on end.

Roman guided her forcefully into a chair and he sauntered along, coming to stand behind her. His hands slid up her arms in a gentle caress before coming to rest on her shoulders. Belladonna couldn’t help but feel a twinge of vulnerability at Roman’s position behind her, their close proximity creating a deceptive image of intimacy. The unobstructed windows of the conference room didn’t seem to concern Roman, he treated it like a stage. Serving as a reminder that their interactions must remain composed and devoid of any overtly explicit behavior, despite the charged atmosphere that hung between them.

His hands moved up her neck to her ponytail and with what she suspected was a well-rehearsed maneuver he grasped the black elastic band that held her professional look together and tugged it loose. Her black silky hair fell over her shoulders and his fingers combed through it in complete silence, he seemed to be reveling in the feel of her hair slipping through his fingers. Sometimes the strands would catch on his fingers but he worked the tiny tangled out and continued the oddly intimate gesture several times before he seemed satisfied with his work. He leaned down, seemingly to plant a kiss on her neck, his words cut through the air with a menacing tone, leaving no room for misinterpretation. Her unease was palpable as she struggled to maintain her composure.

 "Who the fuck do you think you are ignoring me, angel?" he hissed, each word dripping with a mixture of frustration and anger.

Caught off guard by his sudden outburst, Belladonna mustered the courage to defend herself, though her fear remained evident in her voice. She kept her view straight, looking right out the window of the conference room in the event someone walked by. Knowing if things turned violent, it was her only way to call for help. His hands combed through her hair again before gathering her hair into his fist, it jerked her head back slightly and pulled on her scalp. 

"I have no idea what you’re talking about. I've been working," Her words laced with a hint of defiance. "Contrary to what you may believe, you are not the center of the universe."

He jerked her head forcing her to look up at him over her shoulder, his piercing gaze bore into her, searching for any sign of deception. She quickly added, "Besides, my phone is in my bag. I haven't even touched it since I got in six hours ago." The truth hung in the air, their confrontation rooted in a misunderstanding fueled by Roman's possessive nature and her commitment to her work.

Belladonna's heart raced as she awaited Roman's response, unsure of how he would react to her explanation or the sharp attitude that accompanied it. The room was stifling, the unresolved tension threatening to consume them both.

Slowly wrapping her long hair around his fist. The discomfort was a stark reminder of the power discrepancy between them, an attempt to assert his control over her. Yet, she refused to show any sign that he was getting to her, her eyes meeting him with a resolute determination.

His question lingered in the air, a challenge veiled within the depths of his voice. 

"Are you lying to me, angel?"

As her lips parted to answer his question it became clear he wasn’t looking for an actual answer. Before she could utter a single word, he descended upon her, claiming her mouth in a kiss that felt more like a declaration of power than an act of affection.

It was uncomfortable and hard, almost painful, a reminder of his ability to bend her to his will. Behind her stoic expression, Belladonna struggled to remain composed, the power play of his kiss did have an effect on her. As their lips parted, she answered him with unwavering honesty, her voice a bit breathless. 

"No, I'm not. I've been here since six. And I'll more than likely be here until late tonight for the rest of the week."

Roman's eyes delved into her soul as if searching for any hint of deception, it reminded her of a lion before it pounced. The room was charged with the weight of their connection palpable as they engaged in this battle of wills.

At last, the tension began to dissipate as Roman's demeanor shifted and his scowl softened. His satisfaction with her response was evident in his expression, his presence now both comforting and alluring. Belladonna's heart skipped a beat as she felt his lips against hers again, but this time, it was a more sensual kiss, one that was meant to be pleasurable and it was. Sweet and searing, he gently coaxed her mouth open and stroked her tongue with his, and his grip on her hair loosened allowing for the black strands to slip through his fingers.

"I believe you, angel," Roman murmured, his voice infused with admiration and intrigue. He reveled in the effect he had on her. "You make a man nervous, ignoring his calls and texts," he confessed, his tone soft and smooth, carrying a hint of vulnerability, she wasn’t sure if it was genuine or not. It certainly sounded that way. 

“I’m sorry.” Her reply was still breathy and meek, and it was only after the words left her lips she wondered what the hell she was apologizing for, her sense of self-preservation had clearly won out against any outrage she felt.

Roman's hand gently caressed her hair, his touch lingering as it glided down the back of her head and neck, and her jaw. A tender sigh escaped him, and he leaned in, his voice barely above a whisper. "You’re forgiven, Angel. But don’t let it happen again," his words laden with possessiveness, she nodded against his lips. 

“Pick up the phone when daddy calls.”

"So, what do you need?" She asked, trying to stay on topic as if this whole interaction hadn’t both shaken her and turned her on. "What was so important you had to come here and interrupt my day?" 

Determined to steer the conversation back to the purpose of Roman's visit, she stood up from the chair, breaking free from him, her irritation clear on her face. She needed to put some space between them, needed to get away from him just a little bit or at least make it so that she wasn’t craning her neck to look up at him. Roman's smile widened, relishing in her spirit and tenacity. He followed her, his amusement and fascination evident in his eyes.

"I love your spirit, angel,"

 He watched her closely, enjoying the way she cowered under him one minute and challenged him the next, as though she had better things to do than entertain his interruptions.

"What?" She demanded once again, her anger beginning to simmer beneath the surface, her patience wearing thin as Roman continued to evade her initial question. “What was so important that it couldn’t wait?”

Sensing her growing anger, and understanding that he could only push her so far, he relented. His tone softened ever so slightly. "You didn’t answer my question, kitten," he stated simply, voice smooth as velvet, his use of the nickname signaling a shift in their conversation. When it was Belladonna it was all business, Angel seemed to indicate a good mood or they were in public. But kitten? Well, it still meant a good mood. 

Belladonna's anger momentarily gave way to curiosity, her expression softening as she considered his words. She took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts before responding. "Fine," she conceded, her voice laced with a mix of resignation and curiosity. "What was your question, Roman?" Maybe it had something to do with the investigation. Maybe it was urgent? 

“Were you thinking about me last night?” He asked in that dangerously seductive voice. “Somewhere in the area of,” he paused to look at his watch “Two in the morning?”

Belladonna's expression shifted from shock to a hint of embarrassment then disbelief. She attempted to regain her composure, but her emotions were evident on her face. Roman, thoroughly entertained by her reaction, chuckled deeply, relishing in the power he held over her.

"That's what was so important for you to storm into the studio to terrorize me?" Her tone held a hard edge of outrage at his audacity. 

He really did live in his own little world.

“Oh, kitten, terrorize you?” His chuckle reverberated deeply. “I might have been a little intense but I think terrorizing is a bit of a stretch, don’t you?” Her jaw dropped, unable to believe him and she turned sharply on her heels to leave him, too angry to face him. His grip on her upper arm prevented her from doing so as he pulled her back to him into another powerful kiss, tongue easily snaking past her lips in a dizzying display of power. “I think you’re too stubborn to admit that you liked how I kissed you,” He did it again, hot tongue forcing its way into her mouth once more, this time with less resistance. His voice was between a snarl and growl, a blend of the two aggressive sounds that went straight to her pussy. “You liked having your hair wrapped around my fist,” With each display of power she could feel the outrage leaving her little by little. “Liked being at my mercy, you liked being a little afraid of me, didn’t you?” His teeth nipped at her lips with a final kiss. “Should we check?” His gaze drifted from her mouth down the blouse she was wearing and settled, he shifted his grip on her hips, his thumbs tucking into the waistband, close to the closure on her jeans. “I wonder just how wet you are, angel…” Fuck. 

“Roman, please!” She whispered harshly against him. 

“Please, what, kitten?” Roman paused and licked her lower lip “Please, don’t, or please, yes?”

The way she seized up in his arms in an instant seemed to sate him, and he kissed her again, sweeping across her lips now with no resistance at all. His iron grip relaxed into something more akin to a lover's embrace, sliding over the curve of her hips. The tension in his hands softened as his harsh and unyielding grip eased into a gentler and tender touch.

She struggled to get the words out and she wasn’t sure why it was so hard, “Please, don’t.”

Roman's smile remained, he leaned in closer, tilting her chin up to meet his gaze almost lovingly. His fingers traced delicate patterns on her waist and across her back. Their bodies swayed in sync, as though dancing to a rhythm only he could hear. Roman's possessive nature, while still present, transformed into a charming and admittedly desirable stance.

"Oh, kitten, what can I say? I couldn’t sleep last night and I lay awake in bed, picturing you lying in bed, unable to sleep like me, and something told me you must have been thinking of me. You were, weren't you?" he enjoyed the way she couldn’t avoid his gaze. It was a playful accusation, designed to provoke a reaction and it was working.

"What would give you that idea?" Belladonna asked, her voice clinging to a hint of dignity. 

She had been thinking of him, hell, she’d gotten off thinking of him, she wanted him. Badly. She’d thought about how good it felt when he toyed with her to orgasm in the back of his club. She could practically still hear the buzzing of the vibrator and the sounds of her own moans and whimpers. Hell, she was pretty sure she could smell his aftershave.

How could he possibly have known?

She let out an exasperated breath and crossed her arms over her chest finally able to put a little space between them, meeting his intense gaze head-on.

"Fine, yeah, I was thinking about you. Satisfied?" Her admission hung in the air, her vulnerability exposed to him. But Roman's response was far from satisfactory. Instead, his gaze darkened, and a less-than-saintly smile curved on his lips. 

"Hardly.”

She needed to get back to work because she did actually have a lot of work to do but also because every second she remained alone with Roman was second closer to climbing the man in hopes of a repeat of their last encounter at the club. She knew if she gave him the satisfaction of knowing she wanted him again she’d never live it down. Roman’s posture relaxed, though he still reminded her of a hungry wolf, ready to pounce. His grip eased and she slipped from it, attempting to pass Roman, but their close proximity left no chance of avoiding brushing against him. But he wasn't ready to let her go just yet. He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her back into him, keeping her hips flush against his. 

As their lips met in a passionate kiss, one meant to bring her enjoyment, every stroke of his tongue against her lips was meant for pleasure not control. Belladonna felt a rush of emotions; the anger that had filled the room moments ago was now forgotten. Roman's presence was intoxicating, a heady mix of smoke and his unique aftershave. It was impossible to resist the allure of his lips, and all her frustrations melted away in that moment.

The intensity was palpable, like an electric current passing between them that left no room for hesitation or doubt. The world outside the conference room had faded into obscurity, not even the distant curious onlookers clicking away with their cameras was of concern. Yet, Roman and Belladonna couldn't care less about prying eyes or the potential photos being snapped. They were too consumed by the taste and touch of the other. 

Belladonna's heart raced as she collected herself. With a lingering glance, she nodded in acknowledgment, knowing that their tangled web of desire and manipulation was far from over and she headed back to work determined to put the encounter behind her or at least try to. Roman Sionis was not someone whose presence you could easily shake off.

“Enjoy the rest of your workday, kitten." 

~~~

"Are you sure about this, Ms. Black?" he asked, his worry evident in his voice. The driver hesitated for a moment before complying, he clearly wasn’t quite comfortable with the deviation in routine, concern etched on his face. “Mr. Sionis doesn’t like surprises.”

Belladonna met his gaze, her eyes reflecting a mix of nerves and determination. "Don't make me repeat myself. Just drive," she asserted firmly. The driver nodded, understanding that her mind was made, and began the journey to Roman's penthouse.

As the car glided through the city streets, the memory of Roman's aggressive side lingered in her mind, creating a nervous flutter within her. But beneath that nervousness, a resolute determination took hold. She knew she had to establish some ground rules for their deceptive relationship. Or at least try to.

Her heels clicked against the marble floor of the foyer as she headed upstairs as though she owned the place and no one stopped her. Half of getting what you wanted in life was showing up, the other half was acting like it was already yours.

As she entered the opulent living space, she found him, lounging in a plush chair, a glass of whiskey in his hand, a portrait of privilege. His hair was slightly mussed from a long day, his jacket draped over the back of the chair and the first two buttons of his shirt undone. The urge to crawl into his lap and bite him was a little stronger than she would have liked to admit. A surge of conflicting emotions washed over her—nervousness, determination, and an undeniable thrill that came from being drawn to him.

Her steps were deliberate and her posture composed. She knew she couldn’t let herself be consumed by the whirlwind of whatever the fuck it was he stirred within her.

"Roman," she began, her voice steady. "We need to talk. I think it's time we establish some ground rules for this... arrangement of ours." Her eyes meet his, searching for any sign of resistance.

Roman regarded her with curiosity and amusement, savoring the power dynamics that swirl around them. He took a sip of his whiskey, his gaze never leaving hers. 

"Is that right, Angel?" he purred, his voice laced with an intoxicating blend of charm and danger. 

Belladonna's resolve strengthened, he might not have taken her seriously but at least he was pretending to. She knew she was stepping into uncharted territory, where the lines between deceit and desire blurred. But she had to find her own balance within this complex dance, ready to navigate the intricate web she was entangled in with Roman Sionis.

The tension in the room seemed to ease as Belladonna stood her ground, her eyes fixed on Roman's intrigued stare. His amusement slowly transformed into curiosity, fascinated by what he saw; she was standing up to him. 

"What needs sorting out?" Roman inquired, his voice thick with anticipation, before he could utter another word, Belladonna raised a finger to his lips, silencing him with an authoritative tone she used at work.

"Roman," she says, her voice holding just enough of a teasing tone so as to not upset him. "It's my turn to talk, and you need to be a good boy and wait."

His eyes widened then narrowed at her audacity, captivated by this new side of a woman he thought he had pegged. He nodded, a smirk dancing across his lips, willing to play along for now. Belladonna set her phone down on a nearby table facing him, its screen filled with missed calls and unread messages. She met Roman's gaze, her eyes sparkling with determination.

"How about thirty phone calls a day?" Roman offered her a shrug as if to say ‘Can you blame me?’ The same way a teenage boy who’d been caught with porn in his room would. “When I’m at work, I’m at work. I don’t check my phone like some lovestruck teen girl. I’ve never done that for a man, and I don’t plan to start."

Roman leaned back, studying her, appreciating this new side to her, the one that said she wasn’t going to put up with his bullshit. 

"Go on," he encouraged, his voice filled with a mix of anticipation and amusement.

"I know I agreed to answer whenever you call, but you know, that doesn't work for me," she asserted. "I can't have my phone constantly buzzing, interrupting my work and personal life. When this arrangement ends, I still have bills to pay, and I won't risk losing my job just because 'daddy' likes to keep tabs." Her enticing use of the word daddy didn’t go unnoticed.

Roman's eyebrows shot up in surprise, he leaned forward loosening another button on his shirt. "Is that all?" 

Belladonna, emboldened by her own words, shook her head. "No, Roman. You also need to keep your visits to a minimum and a little on the less dramatic side. This is one of the busiest weeks of my year. My time is valuable and I don't have time to stroke your ego. Keep the visits to a minimum, no more whisking me away in the middle of a shoot or interfering with my workday."

The room was silent as Roman processed her words. His hands laced behind his head and a small smile played on his lips as if this was the most entertaining thing he’d seen all day.

"Consider your requests acknowledged. I’ll take them under advisement."

She shook her head with a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips, “Not good enough.” The room went still, that wasn’t something anyone told Roman Sionis, 

Not good enough, that was his line.

Roman's eyes narrowed at Belladonna's boldness, his amusement mingling with a hint of irritation. “Kitten, do I really need to remind you of my other options regarding our arrangement and its fluid state?” The veiled threat in his words hung in the air, attempting to unsettle her, but she remained unfazed. In fact, her confidence seemed to grow stronger, fueled by her realization of the leverage she held.

She met Roman's gaze squarely, undeterred by his attempt to undermine her. "Roman," she says calmly, taking the whiskey from him and enjoying a sip. Roman had shot people for less, but the fact that she was acting as though she was bulletproof was just too damn interesting to him. "I understand that you’re used to getting what you want. But I have options too. For instance, if something were to happen to me, if I were to go missing or face any harm, I think we both know who the primary suspect would be. Might be tough to explain to the cops. Especially considering your sweet and well-timed visit to my studio today, in front of all my coworkers.” Belladonna's words struck a chord and his expression briefly soured.”Some of the biggest names in the business, in fact,” 

To further emphasize her point, she pulled out her phone once again, quickly navigating to one social media platform after another. She presented a selection of candid shots of the two of them, captured in the studio, and the conference room, their chemistry evident for all to see. 

"Seems we're already trending," she stated confidently with a subtle assurance. The realization dawned upon Roman that their interactions had already garnered attention, and any sudden disappearance or harm befalling Belladonna would undoubtedly raise suspicions and unwanted scrutiny. It seemed bulletproof was an accurate description of his Angel. 

Roman's expression oscillated between irritation and begrudging amusement. He contemplated the situation, weighing the potential consequences and the path of least resistance he so often sought. A smirk curved his lips as he conceded, "Well played, Belladonna."

Though tension still lingered in the air, Belladonna's assertiveness and resourcefulness left an impression on Roman, challenging his control and providing a reminder that she was not easily manipulated.

He watched her closely as she slipped off her coat and stepped a bit closer to him, presenting the alternative. The proximity was deliberate, an assertion of her own power within this delicate negotiation. Roman's eyes remain fixed on her, waiting for her to continue.

"So here's my compromise. Call me and text me as much as you want. My assistant, Daisy, will have my phone, and she'll inform me when you call. And if I can, I'll take a moment to call you back." Roman's instinct was to protest, to declare that such an arrangement wasn’t sufficient for him, but before he could voice his objection, Belladonna cut him off, leaving no room for argument.

"And for every reasonable amount of phone calls I miss, I will do something that makes life easier for you," She hoped he didn’t ask her how she could make life easier for him because the truth was, she didn’t know. There wasn’t really anything she could provide Roman Sionis that he couldn’t get himself but she did know that for the moment their fates were intertwined and it bought her a little negotiating power.

Belladonna gracefully slipped onto the arm of the chair where Roman sat, perched like an ornament. Her next words spilled forth, filling the air with a mixture of challenge and temptation.

"And if you feel the need to keep tabs on me that badly," her voice low and laden with subtle allure, "you can surprise me at work with my favorite coffee between 11 a.m. and 1 p.m. I will be a very grateful girlfriend, making sure that whatever ends up on social media next is something that makes you look very good. All I’m asking is a little restraint." 

Roman said nothing at first, he just stared at her. But then his expression shifted, his irritation tempered by a mix of intrigue and a newfound appreciation for Belladonna's assertiveness. He contemplated her proposition, recognizing the balance she sought to establish in their relationship only an idiot never strove to improve their end of the deal. After a beat, a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

"Well, well, kitten," he finally responded, his voice carrying a tone of admiration. "You certainly know how to negotiate." He nodded appreciatively. "I'm impressed with your presentation, and I'm even feeling generous enough to accept your conditions," His smirk faltered and it turned dangerous, a sudden pull found Belladonna pulled into his lap expectedly and aggressively. "But you're assuming a lot if you think I even care what other people think, Angel."

For a split second fear flooded her, that tone in his voice, sharp as a knife, scared her. However Roman wasn’t the first bully Belladonna had encountered, inexperienced people let their fear drive them to abandon their roles, and experienced people just play them harder. She shifted in his lap, making herself more comfortable and probably causing him a little bit of discomfort in the process. Her hand gently stroked his cheek, coaxing him to look into her eyes. 

"But you do care, Roman. You care quite a bit. One black sheep of the family to another, I know it when I see it."

Her touch lingered on his skin offering nothing but a pleasurable sensation with no further motives, a gesture meant to anchor their connection as she delved deeper into her assessment of Roman Sionis. "You want to be liked, you want to be loved, respected, and accepted. I can help you with that.”

Roman raised an eyebrow, captivated by her words and the implications they carried. Belladonna skillfully wove a hypothetical scenario, illustrating a picture of the power that public perception held. Her fingers glided through his hair in a calculated, almost loving manner, further entwining him in her persuasive web.

“The tabloids aren’t exactly kind. They called you a,” she took her phone and checked her source, “Spoiled, temper tantrum-throwing, brat.” Roman sneered, all traces of amusement were gone and his eyes held contempt. “But,” She set her phone down and cozied up to him, cradling his head in her hands with a lover's touch, gently stroking his temple. “Everyone loves seeing a bad boy reformed. Least for a little while.” Her touch remained tender, her fingers continuing to run through his hair, creating a sense of comfort and intimacy. “They just need to get to know the Roman Sionis I know.” She placed a soft kiss on his lips, “The one that visits me at work and tells me how beautiful I am, the one that brings me coffee because he knows how busy I get, the man who calls me his Angel more than my own name. I’m sure Gotham would love to get to know that Roman Sionis…”

Roman, slightly taken aback by her composure, responded with a hint of caution, he had to admit he rather liked how she thought. The tabloids had long been a source of irritation for him.

"That's quite an agenda you have there, What makes you think you can make it happen?"

"I’m a fashion photographer, Roman. It's my job to make people look good" Her fingers grazed his scalp, gently tugging on the strands of his hair, eliciting a tremor of pleasure from him. "So, how about it, Roman? Do we have a deal?"

“You know, Angel, no one comes in here and strong-arms me into anything I don’t want.”

Belladonna leaned in closer, her touch lingering in his hair, her eyes meeting his. "I’m flattered that you think I’m capable of ‘strong arming’ a man like you. I like to think of it more as a renegotiation of terms, terms that suit us both.” Her confidence was unwavering.

“I don’t think you understand the buttons you’re pressing here, Belladonna.” He couldn’t help but be captivated by her, his gaze locked with hers. “I think we have a deal, though.” Belladonna's grin widened as she met his gaze. Breathing a sigh of relief, she went to disentangle herself from him but found she couldn’t. “How should we seal this new deal?” Roman asked, sounding like a spoiled child who didn’t get his treat after he was good. 

Before he could prompt her, she pressed her lips to his in a kiss that carried a mix of challenge and victory. Slow, sensual, and smoldering on his lips, the type of kiss he never gave a woman but he ate up when lavished upon him like Belladonna was doing. Roman was a spoiled tantrum-throwing brat, but that just made it easier to get under his skin. It was the roadmap for how to deal with him; give him what he wanted. The soft warmth of her tongue licking at his lower lip as if pleading for him to let her taste him, he smirked against her lips and conceded. His lips parted for her, he could taste espresso, he could smell a hint of cigarette smoke as well as the scent of citrus on her skin and hair. Each time he’d kissed her he’d been in control, but now he relinquished a little bit of that precious control, letting the woman in his lap enjoy it for a few minutes. She sucked on his tongue and nipped at his lip as she worked her way back out of his mouth. 

"Belladonna fucking Black," he murmured, his admiration evident, he hadn’t expected to enjoy that as much as he did. He decided he wanted more. 

However, his expectation for another passionate kiss was cut short when she slipped out of his lap and gracefully put her coat back on. It caught Roman off guard.

“Just where do you think you’re going, Angel?”

With a hint of mischief, Belladonna gave him another loving kiss before delivering the news, "Sorry, baby, this Angel is flying home. She's had a very long day." Her lips brushed against his briefly, she whispered something she knew would rile him up or piss him off. “Be a good boy for me and I’ll kiss you like that every time I see you.”

She saw the feral look in his eye, how his chest rose and fell in breaths that were strictly controlled, she’d seen that look in men before. If she wasn’t wrong and she was fairly certain she wasn’t, Roman Sionis enjoyed being praised. 

Well, I can work with that.

To her surprise, Roman released her and rose up out of his chair, towering over her as though he was sizing her up, debating if he should or should not be a good boy, was the reward worth the obedience? She took a tentative step backward, not turning her back to him just yet, as she made her way towards the door. 

“Night Zsasz,” Belladonna nonchalantly greeted as she passed Zsasz, who had been lurking in the shadows of the room. 

Zsasz, stepping out into full view, watching the exchange between Roman and Belladonna with a mix of surprise and intrigue, he couldn't help but voice his astonishment.

"Did that really just happen?" Zsasz asked a genuine sense of disbelief in his voice. 

Roman, wearing the satisfied smile that belonged to a man accustomed to getting what he wanted, nodded in response. His eyes remained fixed on the spot where Belladonna disappeared.

"Yes, it did." 

Known for his own dark inclinations, Zsasz surprised Roman with his next statement. "I like her." 

Roman's surprise was evident as he turned to look at Zsasz, contemplating the weight of his words. A sense of curiosity grew within him, as he wondered how this new dynamic would unfold.

~~~

As soon as she stepped through her front door into the warmth of her loft apartment, her cheerful demeanor quickly faded, replaced by a frown upon spotting someone seated on the couch.

Benjamin Cyrus Black, a distinguished man with a salt-and-pepper beard, reclined comfortably, his presence commanding attention. He held a lit Cuban cigar, its fragrant smoke mingling with the air, it smelled good on Roman but on her father it just smelled like oppression.

With a thinly veiled politeness that barely concealed her annoyance, Belladonna greeted him, her tone reminiscent of one used when dealing with an unwanted telemarketer. "Hello, Dad."

Benjamin looked up from his contemplative state and offered a nod in response. "Hello, Belladonna," he replied, his voice carrying a tone of authority with a touch of indifference.

As the room filled with a tense silence, Belladonna fought the urge to roll her eyes at her father's presence even as a grown woman, she was still afraid of him. Their relationship has been strained for years, marked by their conflicting personalities and differing views on life. She knew that engaging in conversation with him was often an exercise in frustration.

Taking a moment to compose herself, Belladonna crossed her arms over her chest, readying herself for whatever conversation her father had come to initiate. 

The loft, once a sanctuary for Belladonna, now held an added layer of tension, as the clash between father and daughter loomed on the horizon.

Chapter Seven

#original character #fanfiction is life #i have too many stories #roman sionis smut #alternate universe #romansionisfanfiction #roman sionis imagine #romansionis #roman Sions #birds of prey #black mask imagine #roman has a daddy kink #dc fandom #original female character #roman sionis x original female character #roman sionis is a tease #mutual lust #bop #simping for the bad guy #yes this is probably unhealthy #shadows of deception

[daincrediblegg]

He’s a bitchy little man child he’s a babygirl he’s a gnc king he’s a terrible mob boss he’s the worst sugar daddy you’ll ever meet I want to call his dick tiny (it’s not he’s average at best for sure but he loves to be humiliated) and slap his face and then get my world rocked publicly at his silly little bitch boy nightclub

#sorry I’ve been thinking about this fucking idiot half the night he’s just so fucking funny as a character #a real cinematic highlight and my god does ewan know how to play a high and a low when he needs to #this man is not a daddy but he wants to be #like this fucking idiot man child switches so much and so fast he doesn’t know what he is ever and neither will you #sorry I’m high on valerian root but this is just the vibe I feel re-watching this knowing full well I’m in a ‘played by’ rabbit hole and ofc #I wanna ideate about fucking him #roman sionis #birds of prey #his theme song is a mariana and the diamonds medly

[recreationalfanfics]

Yandere! Roman Sionis x Reader

Note: I have a huge crush on Roman Sionis (not the BoP version) so I wanted to try my hand at writing him <3 Also, I am going with the version where he can take the mask off.

Roman Sionis was a lot of things.

He was a trust fund kid who relied on daddy’s money all his life until he decided to take that money for himself.

He was a horrible business man so he turned into a mob boss, you know, as you do.

He was a whack job who had a sick and twisted obsession with you and was currently holding you captive.

But you honestly think that the worst part about him was that he was incredibly snarky and condescending. To you at least, his countless victims would most likely complain about his sadistic and brutal torture methods, but you doubt that you’d ever experience that for yourself. Mostly because Roman knew how to psychologically torture people in other ways.

“There we go, don’t you feel all pretty now?” He hummed, tilting his masked face and speaking in a way that made you know he was smirking. 

The scene is tense for everyone. His gangsters stand behind the other tailors who are sobbing quietly as they sit on one knee, you can feel the uneasiness of the two tailors behind you as they silently pray and beg repentance for every sin they’ve committed, but what makes it worse is that all eyes are on you. You want to avoid speaking, one of Roman’s favorite pastimes is to find a way to misinterpret your words on purpose so he could have an excuse to kill someone, to guilt you into thinking that you were the one who condemned them to death despite him pulling the trigger. You feel your stomach churn, knowing that someone was going to die for Roman’s own amusement, and he knew it too.

“C’mon, give Daddy a twirl, yeah?” He hums. 

Daddy.

You scrunch your nose in disgust. You absolutely hated it when he called himself that, it made you want to shrink into yourself, and rip your ears off so you’d never have to hear him say it again. He probably knew you hated it too, guessing by the way he chuckled at your incredibly obvious reaction, and it’s probably the only reason why he says it. Still, you do as he says because you have no choice and try to twirl for him enthusiastically. The last time you tried to be nonchalant about a gift as a form of subtle protest was when you were getting fitted for a ring, that resulted in one person losing their life and the employees getting all of their ring fingers cut off, and you know what Roman said to justify/blame it on you?

“You deserve only the best, sweetheart. If they can’t give it to you, then I don’t think they should be alive.”

Maybe in another life, where you were an equally depraved criminal, you would’ve found his words to be genuine and sweet. However, you knew that Roman Sionis was incapable of being genuine and sweet, and that this was another one of his mind games. A warning for future reference that if you wanna try and resist him, even in the most tiniest and insignificant ways, he will not stand for it. 

“Absolutely stunning.” He praises, standing up to walk towards you. 

You resist the urge to step away from him, no matter how strong it may be, because you know that’s another way to get someone killed. Instead you stand there, obediently like the good spouse you were, and don’t flinch when he brings a gloved hand to the diamond necklace around your neck.

“But you know me, I’m a sucker for you wearing anything expensive,” He says, almost in a tender tone as if there was some truth to his words, but you don’t think about that. Instead, you think about his next sentence:

“What do you think about it?”

You gulp and you look up at him, your eyes silently begging him not to do this to you. Not to make you have to stand outside the shop as you hear gunshots and crying, shamelessly throwing his arm around you with small droplets of blood decorating his nice white suit, and leaving you lying away from his body as your haunted by what you could have done differently even if you knew Roman wouldn’t have let you. His dark eyes stare back at you with nothing but a mischievous glee and you were on higher alert than ever.

“I love it!” You say, forcing your best smile and cheery tone.

He fidgets with your necklace between his fingers, his eyes now studying the way the diamond sparkles rather than your incredibly unconvincing expression, and he just says: “Yeah? That right?”

 Still, you nod eagerly and continue to try and guess what he wants to hear: “Yeah, it looks really good on me, I think! I really like the style, a-and the material, and the uh-” You lose your train of thought as he slowly lets go of the diamond hanging from the sterling silver chain, letting it fall back down to your chest as he slowly starts to walk behind you, and the goosebumps start to rise on your skin. You didn’t like this, you didn’t like this at all, but you still tried your best to keep going, “the, um, the color is nice.”

“The color, hm?” He mumbles, his hands gently massaging your shoulders as he lowers his mouth (or where it’s supposed to be) next to your ear, “You sure about the color, sweet thing?”

You nod your head again, giving a shrill “mhm!” because your words are dying in your throat. You hated it when he got too close like this, it made you nervous, and you wanted him to get away from you. You wanted to push him off, to scream and run, but you also knew you couldn’t do that. His silence made the very blood in your veins run cold but set your mind on fire as you were trying to figure out how to salvage this already doomed moment. 

“Really? Because you hate this color.” Roman states, his hands moving from your shoulders to your waist.

Someone’s sobs become a little louder than the rest and when Roman turns his head to look at them, you quickly turn around to face him again and put your hands on his chest. It does what you intended it to do because his eyes are back on you.

“I changed my mind!” 

“Nah, I don’t think you did. If I recall, you absolutely hate this color because it reminds you of me.”

There’s an edge to his voice now, a petty “gotcha” kind of one. He wasn’t wrong, though, because he tried to give you something in the same horrendous color early on when he abducted you and you blew him off. Saying how you wouldn’t want something so gross and so…him. You gulp, realizing two things: 1. Roman had an excellent memory regarding you and 2. You just lied to his face. 

And he hated it even more when you lied.

You stammer out apologies and excuses, anything that could help the situation but he steps away from you before taking out his concealed gun. One of the workers lets out a fearful cry and tries to back away but one his False Facers comes and grabs them by their shoulders, walking closer towards Roman despite the fearful protest of the poor innocent civilian. They were going to be the first one to die.

“I mean, c’mon, none of ya had the decency to look at how unhappy they were when they saw the color? None of you guys stopped to ask them what was wrong and fix it and put a smile on their precious little face?” He shakes his head as he loads his weapon. They beg for their lives as you try to plead with the devil himself.

“Roman, please, they probably didn’t want to go against you! Th-They knew that you knew best and I- I promise I love this color-” 

You sound so pathetic, yipping at the big dog not to use his fangs, but you had no power here. No one did except for Roman Sionis, a man who never did anything other than to get more power for himself and to make others miserable, even the one he claimed to love the most. 

Then it hits you.

Your body reacts faster than your mind as you take the fleeting opportunity to have one hand grab his mask and the other to grab his tie. Not even Roman was aware of what was happening as he tensed up the moment he felt your lips against his. You gripped the mask tightly in your free hand as you kept a strong hold on his tie, even pulling him closer towards you as if you were trying to chain him to you. As if forcing yourself to do this usually romantic and loving act is enough to break his need for blood. And it does.

Once Roman understands what’s going on, he drops his gun and cups your face with his hands as he kisses you back. Tilting his head to the side to deepen it and his body relaxes. You might not see it but you cloud your mind completely. His eyes stay open for a while as he sees one beautiful tear stream down your cheek before they go half lidded and he surrenders himself to this bliss.

You’re making his heart do the thing again.  You did it to him the first time he met you, then you did it the second time, then so on and so forth, and here you go doing it again to him. You wonder why he’s so addicted to you, don’t worry, he does too. He wonders why he bothers with such an ungrateful little brat who doesn’t appreciate his gestures and only pays attention to the crimson that stains his hands, why he bothers with someone who sleeps on the farthest part of their bed as if Roman was some horrible monster they didn’t want to touch, but it’s times like this that he remembers why. It’s because you were the only one who could make him feel this way, who could give him a taste of what love felt like, but also made him feel so powerful when you did stuff like this as a last resort.He pulls away for air, your lips chase after him despite being out of breath as well to try and buy a little more time, but he’s just gonna tease you later and ask if he was just that damn good of a kisser. 

Roman stares at you again, this time really looking at you, and his hands still cup your face gently. His pants softly under his breath as one thumb from his hand gently caresses your cheek. You stare at him with hopeful eyes and while he does love keeping you at the bottom of his heel and remind you whose in charge…he figures that this time it wouldn’t hurt to let you have your way.

“On second thought, boys,” He starts and he loves the way you edge closer to him unintentionally, “...Let ‘em go, they can be off the hook. This time.”

You let out a breath of relief but then shyly hand Roman back his mask, your hand letting go of his tie and wrapping your arm around his. As he puts on his mask, he relishes in the feeling of you resting your head on his shoulder and being more affectionate with him. Maybe you were so relieved that you managed to get through to him or maybe you were just exhausted with everything that went down but you fall asleep on his shoulder during the ride home and when he’s done admiring the sight, he gently puts his head on top of yours.

#tw yandere #Yandere Male x reader #yandere x gender neutral reader #gn reader #yandere x gn reader #Yandere Roman Sionis #Yandere Black Mask #Roman Sionis x reader #Black Mask x reader #yandere roman sionis x reader #yandere black mask x reader #yandere gotham rouges x reader #yandere dc comics x reader #yandere gotham rouges #yandere dc comics #gotham rouges x reader #yandere drabble #yandere male #yandere gangster #yandere scenarios #yandere one shot #yandere gangster x reader

[shewhohangsoutincemeteries]

i love you mullet obi wan kenobi ewan mcgregor. i love you blonde twink phillip morris ewan mcgregor. i love you hopeless romantic christian ewan mcgregor. i love you bearded daddy obi wan kenobi ewan mcgregor. i love you gay murderous roman sionis ewan mcgregor. i love you soft boi christopher robin ewan mcgregor. i love you aggressive french accent lumiere ewan mcgregor. i love you random cowboy at the fair ewan mcgregor. i love you ewan mcgregor.

#ewan mcgregor #celeb #obi wan kenobi #star wars #text #original post #birds of prey #dc #roman sionis #christopher robin #moulin rouge #film #beauty and the beast #disney

[lunar-knight84]

LITTLE BIRDIE

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#x reader #victor zsasz x reader #dc x reader #Birds of prey x reader #Mr Zsasz x reader #chris messina x reader #x reader smut #Victor Zsasz x you #birds of prey x you

[moonlit-imagines]

warnings: guns/violence

a/n:

requested by @jokekinsjoke505

The gunfire from outside the car was deafening. You really didn’t know what could have started it, but knowing your fathers it was probably deserved. You opened your car door and followed the sounds of bullets being fired before you stumbled upon two gangs and their leaders—Roman Sionis and the Joker. “Dad!” You shouted over the noise, which suddenly ceased. “You said five minutes! Why am I still waiting in the car.”

“Daddy’s almost finished with his meeting, love. Please just stay in the car.” Roman replied, nudging Victor to do the same.

“Yes, y/n, we’re sorry it’s taking so long.” Victor added. You looked over to the tattooed, green-haired Joker from the other end of the alley and glared.

“Oh, that one is trouble. You know, I could finish our little meeting a bit early with just one…shot.” Joker pointed his gold-plated gun towards you and you rolled your eyes, reaching for your own gun hidden under your shirt.

“So could I.” You pointed it back at him. “Maybe you guys could finish some other time.” You shot your gun off to the side of the Joker haphazardly, startling him and his backup. “Can we go now? We’re gonna be late!” Roman and Victor turned to each other, both slightly shocked and impressed, and decided to leave like you had ordered. The Joker stood idly by, equally stunned to see you calling the shots to the point where he didn’t dare get involved. You were right, this could be solved another time.

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[tarrenterror25]

Thinking about Roman Sionis having a sugar daddy type arrangement with someone but then he ends up catching feelings for them. And he's big mad about it cause that was not supposed to happen...but once he decides they're his, they're his and that's that. (He gives me extremely possessive yandere vibes).

He would be the type to spoil the hell out of his partner, buying them all sorts of expensive stuff and making sure they want for nothing, but he'd also totally be the type to throw it back in their face in a fight or something.

Ohhhhh I love this!! 💕

Roman doesn't share his feelings so if he catches them he's not at all telling you, but he's acting different, buying you more stuff than usual, trying to go out with you on the days he normally doesn't see you, he's texting/calling you more and asking what you're doing or trying to convince you to ditch it to spend time with him.

And because you don't know, you might find yourself in a situation that makes Roman extremely upset so yeah, he would definitely throw it all back at you! What do you mean you don't know that he's in love with you and you're not allowed to be around other people like that?? Ugh!

Toxic Take: Whether he knows it or not, Roman is a love-bomber.

The need to keep you in his life is strong so he'll do anything to keep you around and when you've seen him at his worst, expect him to shower you, even overwhelm you, with affection, compliments, and mostly gifts.

#roman sionis #black mask #roman sionis x reader #black mask x reader #toxic take

[like-rain-or-confetti]

A Fathers Unexpected Meeting

The Rogue wasn't aware of their child until recently and they weren't too pleased about the secrecy. Whilst his child's mother was adamant to keep the rogue away and unknowing. The rogue has other ideas. When she wasn't looking, the rogue sneaks some alone time with the child who could barely hold up their own head.

The Riddler: He turned on a lamp revealing the still awake baby. "Hello." He said softly. "I just had to meet you." He grinned as he moved towards the crib. "Let's get a good look at you...my baby." He lifted the baby into his arms, cradling the baby close. "I see the resemblance. My it must sicken her." He chuckled lowly before planting a kiss to the baby's head. "Perhaps you'll be a protégé, my perfect heir? You won't be as brilliant as me but you'll certainly suffice. You come from me after all." He wiggled his gloved fingers at the infant who tried to grab them. He smiled. "You're certainly a suprise, my dear."

Scarecrow: "My apologies but I was sent to find you. Theres a little confusion among the staff." Jonathan smiled politely. He looked towards the infant in the womans arms. "May I?" He held his hands out. She smiled pleasantly and passed the infant over, hurrying out of the room and towards the stairs. Jonathan caught sight of himself in the mirror along with the baby in his arms and balanced on his hip. "Aw, look at you." He cooed. "Who knew Jonny made such cute little babies?" Tiny hands reached up towards his shirt collar and jaw. Scarecrow hummed. "Take a look Jonny. Come and meet our little one." His smile fell as he let out a large exhale. "Why look at you, such a pretty little thing." He looked at the infant who settled in his arms. "You're a good baby too." He breathed a smile, patting the infants back as they rested their head on his shoulder. "Do you know who I am? Hm?"

Two-Face: He kept the light off ensuring his scarred side remained hidden in the dark. However he did lean into the moonlight with his non-scarred side. "Hi gorgeous." Harvey said quietly as he reached for the baby. He lifted the baby onto his hip. The moonlight allowed a better look at the infant and he smiled slightly. "You have your daddies eyes." Harvey cooed quietly, his heart melting. The happiness and love he felt in that moment, there was no word that would suffice. The baby reached for his face and before they could touch his scars he angled his scarred side away. "Yeah, you can only see my good side. The other half will scare you." He chuckled quietly. "The coin chose in our favour, you know." He admired the bravery the child had to be curious. Although they did seem uncertain. Regardless, he was able to keep the infant calm.

Black Mask: He slowly moved towards the baby in the crib. The baby looked up at him and his masked face curiously. Roman lifted the mask and set it next to the window. He then reached in and lifted the baby to his hip. He looked down at the baby in silence for a moment, silenced by his shock that the rumours were true. "I won't give you sweet sentiments, I don't have any. We'd be starting in a lie." He said quietly. "You have been born into a kingdom worse than hell but my kingdom none the less." He held the baby a little closer with a faint smile. "One day, it will be yours. I'll make sure no one takes it from me until I give it to you and then I'll make sure no one takes it from you." He smiled wider as it dawned on him what was happening. He held the baby close to him as he rubbed the tip of his nose against the infants who settled in his arms. It was as though the baby knew who he was and was waiting all this time for him. "You are a Sionis and we will move mountains."

Victor Zsasz: Victor heard the baby grow restless and begin to fuss before he even opened the door. Seeing that someone had arrived, the baby began to fuss louder. Victor was quick to gently hush in the infant and lift the baby to his hip. "Shhhh, we can't let your mama know I'm here hm? This is our little secret." Victor whispered as he swayed. "Hi, I'm dad." He took the baby's hand, rubbing his thumb across the tiny knuckles. "Unexpected. I know. Me too. Not the biggest fan of kids either. No worries though, you're growing on me quick." He assured the baby with a smile. "This will be one hell of a ride, huh?"

#batman #batman villains #batman scenarios #the riddler #scarecrow #two face #black mask #victor zsasz #edward nygma #jonathan crane #harvey dent #roman sionis

[stvlti]

"remember when Roman Sionis canonically called himself daddy?"

yes and it was hot

.

#lmao #anon answered

[littleoddwriter]

Hello my amazing and wonderful friend

I have missed your writing so dearly so I'm gonna take advantage of your asks being open right now and request a short college AU fic for Zsaszmask. It can be established relationship with just a look into their life or a first meeting. Write whatever is easiest for you, I will just be happy to read the words you wrote.

Kajahqhqh I'm so bad at sending requests so I hope this makes sense.

Wanna Hate You | Roman Sionis x Victor Zsasz | ZsaszMask

Hello there, my dearest friend! <3 Aw, thank you so much!!! And no worries, you made complete sense, heh. I hope you like what I did with it, thanks for the request, dhjfkhsjk! <3 summary; Victor wants to hate Roman, but finds himself fascinated by the young man. notes; College AU; First Meeting; Mentions of Violence.

Boisterous fake laughter echoed through the hall and into Victor’s dorm room. 

He wanted to hate the guy the loudest laugh belonged to. He tried very hard to hate him. After all, that guy was beyond obnoxious. Victor had every reason to resent him, really.

But something about him just caught his attention. He knew exactly what it was, but that didn’t make it any less confusing to him. 

Roman Sionis. The heir of the Sionis’ legacy and Janus Corp. A spoiled brat that had people gravitate toward him for the simple fact of who his parents were and that he had money. Lots of it. It was all incredibly fake, but Roman entertained them all. He thrived on the attention he got, fake or not. He loved to boss them around, to feel like a God, as they practically kissed the ground he walked on. 

Yet there was something lurking beneath the surface. Roman was like a ticking time bomb, ready to go off at every minor inconvenience or grievance that came his way. Victor was fascinated by that. 

No matter how hard Sionis tried to play the perfect boy with Daddy’s money, making connections at Gotham Academy, he always failed to maintain it completely. 

There was an incident at least once a week, where Roman just lost it and punched somebody in the face, humiliated somebody, harassed those around him, yelled them into submission and fear, or even pulled a knife on them. The list went on. 

At least once a week, Roman snapped. And every time, his parents cleaned up his mess with bribery to keep Roman in college and to keep all those incidents off the records. Every victim was paid off, sometimes never to be seen again. 

As much as he didn’t want to admit it to himself, Victor looked forward to those incidents every day. They were what made college more interesting, what made Roman so fascinating and captivating. They were the only reason Victor couldn’t get himself to hate the guy. 

In fact, Victor often found himself thinking about how he could bring Roman’s next outburst along faster without making himself take the brunt of it. He liked to watch. To see that fire in Roman’s eyes as the mask started to crack and slip and his true self reared its ugly head. 

Part of him felt like it was unfair, though, that he knew so much about Roman and was fascinated by him, only for the other to not even know he existed. 

Victor was pretty good at fading into the background. Usually, that was exactly what he wanted. He didn’t like attention; especially all that fake crap these college kids at Gotham Academy were so very good at. But he started to crave attention from Roman. He wanted and needed it. And it really bothered him that Roman had no idea. 

Victor has been racking his brain, trying to find a good way to introduce himself to Roman, get his attention and keep it. 

As it turned out, Victor fantasised about all the different ways he could go about it for nothing.

___

After a full day of classes, which he all hated and he failed to remember why he went to college in the first place, Victor returned to his dorm room. He didn’t have a roommate, luckily. So, of course he was very surprised to find somebody in his room on that evening.

How Roman got inside was beyond Victor. Maybe he underestimated him. Maybe Roman was really good at picking locks.

He stared at Roman, trying to decide on what to say and how. He couldn’t mess up his chance of finally having Roman’s attention on him.

“Are you mute or something?” Roman asked rudely, crossing his legs one over the other and leaning back in Victor’s desk chair. 

Victor frowned, shaking his head. He hated to admit it, but Roman made him speechless. And he also made him feel exposed, now that his piercing blue eyes looked Victor up and down.

“What’re you doing in my room?” Victor asked back instead. 

“Waiting for you, obviously,” Roman answered, looking around the small room with a disgusted expression, “I’d never set a foot in this sort of mess otherwise.”

“Why?” 

Roman’s eyes snapped back up to Victor’s face. He stared at him for a long moment.

“I’ve noticed you and your little habit,” Roman sneered, “You’re always there when I’m having one of my… moments. Always watching. But instead of appearing to be scared or put off, you just smile. Like I’m entertaining you with my outbursts.”

Victor couldn’t believe what he just heard. Roman actually noticed him? The spoiled brat was more observant than Victor had expected. 

Giving Roman a lopsided smile, Victor responded, “You're very entertaining when you snap. It makes you interesting to me. They all had it coming anyway.”

Roman’s eyes seem to light up at that and he shoots Victor a toothy grin in response, “So you agree. You agree that those fake maggots deserve to be squashed.”

“I do,” Victor nods. “But I don’t get why you hold yourself back so much if you want to put them in their place.” 

“Because of my stupid fucking parents,” Roman groaned, “I’m already on thin fucking ice with my father as it is. He keeps threatening to cut me off and I can’t let that happen.”

“Why not? You’d be free if he did.” Victor’s words were blunt and he could see that Roman was intrigued, but also hated it, since he probably wasn’t used to anyone challenging what he said. At least not like that.

“I know that. But… I don’t think I could handle the humiliation,” Roman said in a whiny voice that - surprisingly - Victor didn’t find annoying.

“You could. With me by your side.”

There was a spark in Roman’s eyes, “Oh? Forward much, aren’t we?”

Victor shrugged. He didn’t care. Not anymore. This was his chance and he’d take it, no matter what.

Tapping his fingers against his thigh, Roman continued, “Well, what do you suggest? I can’t just let myself be cut off without a plan…”

___

Victor wanted to hate Roman the second he heard his annoying, loud fake laughter ring through the dorm halls at Gotham Academy. He wanted to resent him, but instead felt pulled toward him. Roman Sionis was a magnetic field and no one stood a chance when getting too close, least of all Victor. 

Now, twenty years later, Victor couldn’t possibly care less. Roman was his and his alone. 

They both thrived, running their businesses and revelling in their true selves. No more hiding. No more lurking. No more Mommy and Daddy that could ruin all the fun. That was the first thing they had taken care of all those years ago. Roman was much better suited as the head and face of Janus Corp, after all, with Victor by his side.

#as per usual this started to run away from me (esp when i write for them... i do not have control then) #roman sionis #victor zsasz #zsaszmask #fanfiction

[thegreatwicked]

FicRecs

Enjoy some of my favorite stories I've come across on Tumblr! Seriously, I LOVE these stories and I reread them A LOT!

Please note: Virtually ALL OF THESE STORIES ARE SMUT. That means 18+ content, and you are responsible for managing your internet consumption. Minors DNI.

FicRecs

DC Comics

Dance for Daddy by @matth1w LAWD. I love me some Roman Sionis fics and this one DELIVERS. Sexy, kinky, smutty I give it a solid Chefs Kiss.

Joy Ride and Let Me Make You Feel Good, The Intern by @littleredwing89 More delicious Roman Sionis one shots Joy ride is about teasing Roman as he drives and Let Me Make You Feel Good is about a sweet smutty cure for a hangover. And the Intern, a fuck buddies to lovers story, god yum. Reader inserts. Drool. Go forth read and enjoy.

Bait the Beast by @more-cardigan-than-womanLord help me, I found a new little gem. You cause a bit of a ruckus with Coblepot and Roman thinks you need a lesson.

Yours by @tarrenterror25set in the AO! Verse Roman is having some trouble during the holidays overcoming everything the Joker did to him, good thing he has you. Because he does. You're his now. Melt. Sorry about the mess.

Star Wars

Water and Rock by @split-spectrum I honestly cannot say enough good things about this story It follows Obi-wan/Fem Reader in the classic Master/Padawan troupe and it. is. SPICY. Up to twelve chapters which I have read MULTIPLE TIMES and it hits so hard. Go read this story it is sexy as HELL and gives you the feels. She's so damn good at writing Obi-Wan it hurts, but like in a kinky good way.

The Gift by @ladyinwriting18 I have already spoke at length about the fabulousness that is Lady in Writing and her amazing content. This one is a favorite! Its a Maul/Reader Insert and it is smutty sxy and kinky. Seriously if Maul is your fictional crush (Hi me too!), go read this.

The Three Princes Part One: The Oldest Profession by @thenightmarketofdathomir This writer is freaking legendary. I do not know the collection of words in my own language to describe the eloquence and sophistication this writer possesses. Just go. Go read this and you let me know if you're ever the same again. This gem stars our boy Feral and is a you/reader insert. Oh damn, this story makes me want things...

Birthday Wish, Romancing the Pages, The Write Seduction, To Create Life, by @jedianjakenobi Y'all, this author holds a special place in my writer's heart. She's a published author on Amazon and she's truly amazing. Her works are all Obi-Wan-centered and reader inserts. Birthday Wish is a birthday crush from your sexy neighbor, Romancing the Pages is a fake relationship/summer romance with a reclusive shy librarian (Ben) and a best-selling author, The Write Seduction is a professor Kenobi/writing student story and it is SPICY. And my favorite To Create Life is a Jedi Council green lights a baby-making program and who else is the reader paired with? Their good friend Padawan Kenobi. My darlings, my friends, if you like Obi-Wan smut then you are doing yourselves a disservice by NOT reading these.

Empty Me Out by @221bshrlocked reader insert/DOM Obi-Wan I'm tellin y'all this story NEARLY killed me. I've lost track of how many times I've readit. You're an entertainer and Master Kenobi needs information from you, so you give him what he wants and then he gives you what you want. Where it Wasn't massage therapy reader insert/Obi-Wan, do I need to say more? Pretty sure I melted into the floor with this one.

His Loving Satine by @waterlily707 I love reader insterT and OCs but these two Obi-Wan and Satine are a joy to read. Temporary paralyzed Obi-Wan at the "mercy" of a slightly dom Satine. Juicy, gorgeous, little bit of fluff. Love it.

Room 24 by @murdockussy Little angsty Obi-Wan/reader insert enemies to lovers in an undercover assignment-type situation. Spicy, dom Obi-Wan give. Me. More.

Tea with Lemon, Tea with Honey by @wickedscribbles an established relationship as a reader insert and Obi-Wan. If you want honey then you get to take care of a sick Obi-Wan and kind out you have a new kink, if you want Lemon then Obi-Wan takes advantage of said kink and whisks you away to another planet for some R&R under the guise of "work." Enjoy!

Actors/Characters

Ben Hardy

Hold Me Close, Don't Let Me Go by @stray-kaz God. This one shot is just sxy as hell, it's a Billy/Four fro, 6 Underground/Female Reader. Our boy comes home to one hell of an 'I missed you, I need you right now' welcome. GO read it. Right now.

Such an Experience by @rogermyreligionOk. Guys... FUCK, this is a hot little oneshot Roger Taylor of Queen/Female reader and OMG. Just go read it. I've officially stopped counting how many times I've read this. Smutty/Sexy. I'm dead.

Long Distance by @acciotwinzwinz. Y'ALL. Sit your asses down and read this Roger Taylor/Reader insert/You. It's fluffy, its sexy, its cute and the smut is -chefs kiss- Yes, I read this one a lot too.

For now, these are some of my favorites that I frequently reread because I love them. I'll probably be adding more, it's more than likely I've forgotten some...

#fic rec #ben hardy characters #star wars #dc comics #jason todd #roman sionis #all smut all the way #billy/four x reader #roger taylor #obi wan x reader #obi-wan smut #roman sionis smut #jason todd smut #darth maul x you #darth maul smut #Support writers content #My favorite fanfics

[more-cardigan-than-woman]

Bait the Beast.

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

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Roman Sionis

Words: 1.6k

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

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

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

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

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

“I would rather die,” 

“I could arrange that, Princess,”

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

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

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

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

"Fuck you, Harley said hands where easier,"

"Again with fuckin Quinn,"

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

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

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

"Get in the fucking car!"

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

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

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

Xx

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

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

“You should be,”

“Oh get fucked,”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Tell me your my bitch,”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes! Yes! Yeeess” you scream.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[dairy-farmer]

Okay but do you have any fic recs because I am sadly feeling very deprived of good fics

i've put together a quick list of some of my recommendations!!

Things in bold are incomplete fics but I think they’re incredible and definitely worth the read even if they’re incomplete.

Blanket warning that there may be some noncon, underage, and otherwise dark content present, read tags of the fics that may interest you I find that all of them are very well tagged for content within.

These are all Explicit recs:

BruTim:

-I lost sight in you arms tonight, it was nice by April_Ace

Robin has a self-soothing behavior of sucking on things, bruce believes he will one day grow out of it. Tim does not grow out of it.

-Slow Come On by Anonymous

Cat tim gives birth to his kittens sired by his new master, and he gets to keep this litter!

-Captive by maeuve

Fuck or die. Bruce drugged by roman sionis and trapped with tim in a cage. Tim gets fucked as a result when he can’t fight him off.

-Prolactin and Oxytocin by midnighter69

Absolutely delicious lactation kink fic where tim had a baby with kon but it’s after he died and he’s struggling with postpartum depression and issues with clogged milk ducts

-I’d Scrub You Off of Me, but then I’d Scrubbed Me Off Too (Intertwined) by Blossondail

Amazing dark fic about a noncon relationship between bruce and tim and how it progresses over the years. It’s not so much romantic but it is an amazing dive into them I’d also recommend the other 2 parts of their Before I go series which this fic is part of

-Glint of Gold by JumpTheHoop

Bruce and tim brainwashed to fuck as often as possible, but there’s another layer to the curse, everyone around them acts as if its all completely normal.

-The Perfect Robin by WeirdAlterEgo

Bruce fucking trans tim and telling him he’s perfect for him and perfect to fuck

DamiTim:

-The altar is my hips by snowinthestars

Tim wants pups but doesn’t have a partner, so he asks damian to father them for him since he’s not getting any younger.

-please mama by dexdefyingstunts

mommy kink with tim riding damian

-against the wall by Buna

Sex pollened damian is impatient and fucks omega tim against the wall

JayTim:

-Islands in the Stream by youjezebel

Tim is finishing up his transition but wants a baby before his hysterectomy, he decides that Jason is the best option to be the donor and daddy.

-You’re So Pretty When I Gaslight You by Peldethrin

Features so damitim as well, Jason beats up tim pretty severely but then pulls a 180 and starts treating tim softly and nicely. Keeps him captive for a while and none of the bats notice because tim got into a fight with dick just before it all went down. Great scene where Jason video chats with them while fucking tim, they believe it’s noncon. Damian develops an interest and desire to know what happened and forms a maternal connection to tim.

-Summer Lovin’ (Happened So Fast) by DragonofGotham

No capes, slutty omega tim locks onto someone he wishes to seduce and is very interested in being taken up on the offer.

DickTim:

-Extraction mission by clarakent (mintaejin)

Tim needs to smuggle something out of Lexcorp and the only way to do that is to shove it up his ass, only for it to go too far up later, leading to him requiring assistance from Dick.

-sleep darling, for the world is wicked by the_catastrophes

Talon dick is caring for his sleeping beauty mate Robin after he’s been hit by magic. His family has been desperately searching but Talon has to keep him safe and hidden since their pup will be due soon.

-Colliding Universes by juggling_hearts

Evil talon from another universe comes to do some recon by taking his double’s place, he decides to have some fun while he’s there. But is this tim all he seems?

-Paint Me Like a Quentin Tarantino Film by cadkitten

Dick giving a sleeping tim oral while he’s on his period because he is apparently very into bloodplay

-Princes of the Universe by robinfan2

Tim was going to lose his virginity and dick had been all too happy to have been chosen for it. But an encounter with some sex pollen and rampaging superman and…the robins leans that when one among them gets hurt, they close ranks

-I See Myself in You by Fudgyokra

A new brand of sex pollen not only makes dick and tim horny, it switches their bodies.

Multi:

-Bruce/Jason/Dick/Damian x Tim: Tim Drake and the No Good, Very Bad, Sex Pollen by mediocre_minnow

Everyone but tim is affected by sex pollen

-Bruce/Jason x Tim: Blood Sugar Sex Magik by micdropbam

Tim’s pussy and Jason’s newly acquired sex toy for his rut are magically linked together by accident. Jason starts fucking it when tim is in the batmobile with bruce

-Bruce/Dick x Tim: Hospitality by Anonymous

Tim is a newly presented omega staying with the waynes and he knows there’s a ‘price’ to pay for their hospitality

-Jason/Dami x Tim: Keeping Baby Warm by kittcait

Damian wakes up all by himself and decides to seek out his mommy tim and daddy jason, maybe nurse a little for comfort

-Tim/Unkown: we’re just bricks in the wall by WeirdAlterEgo

Tim investigates with damian and gets stuck in a wall, while damian tries to get him out, he feels someone touch his backside.

-Cassandra Cain/Tim: Taken, Owned and Loved by miss_faun

Alpha cass fucks her pregnant omega tim

-Damian/Dick x Tim: 212 by TimmyJaybird

Tim gives damian a blow job in the backseat while dick drives.

-Dick/Jason/Damian/Bruce x Tim: to lay down in green pastures by dexdefyingstunts

Tim misses having a puppy after damian presents and sets about having one with his entire pack

-Jason/Damian x Tim: to a land of milk and honey by dexdefyingstunts

Tim is milking for his puppy damian during his heat and it seems that alpha Jason has decided to join in to stave off his rut.

-Kon/Damian x Tim: Birds Eye View by orphan_account

Damian finds a camera that connects to tim’s room in the tower and watches a heavily pregnant tim get fucked by kon el

-Kon/Damian x Tim: Shameful Company by 1989Red

Damian is snooping in tim’s apartment when he hears him come back, he hides in his closet and is “forced” to listen and watch as he and conner have sex. Only with superboy’s hearing two of the three people know he’s there.

#anonymous #asks #answered asks #fic rec list

[thedevilslittlebottleofhotsauce]

top ten all time favorite fics

top ten all time favorite fics

Bury Your Sons Slade Wilson doesn't have a conscience. If he ever had one, he got rid of it years ago. But watching a man half his age cry every night from his nightmares is starting to get to him, waking up feelings he long ago put aside. Jason Todd and slade Wilson father son relationship this fic was so good it is my absolute favorite it is set in Arkham knight verse it healed my daddy issues I went into the new year reading this

2. Wait Patiently (For You To Devour Me) dream of the endless/ the Corinthian

'He knew what he was thanking the being for then. He knew why he was on his knees, hunched over and trembling, craning his neck to drink up the celestial form that befell him. He knew why his heart pumped the blood through his veins. He knew why he felt the warmth and saw the light and worshipped the beauty. It was all because of him. It was all for him.

“Who are you?” The figure leaned further over him in response, looming over him in a way that should have scared him, should’ve made him cower under his gaze, but only served to make his body shake in anticipation. The air seemed to swirl around the two, disturbed by the sudden movement, subtle particles of dust illuminated and sprawling. He swallowed thickly. The being smiled.

“I’m Dream,” He tested the word in his mouth, repeating it like a prayer on his lips, “And you, are my Corinthian.”' this one was written so beautifully.

3. Safe at Anchor Derek hale/ stiles stilinski

All hail Stiles, the Fixer of Wolves. this one is really sweet with some good old platonic cuddling till later its not. will need an account to read

4. Ashes, Ashes Derek hale/ stiles stlinlinski

The Sheriff gets a call at work - someone's tried to burn down his home with his son inside.

"I thought of you coming here, and finding me dead, of another burnt out husk of a body, something else fire has stolen from you, of you having nothing left to grasp but ashes," John can't even call that a whimper, it's clearly a whine as Derek's hands tighten against Stile's hips, as if his boy will shudder to dust at the mere mention of the possibility unless Derek's hands can hold him into one piece, "and that thought was worse than dying." this one definitely made me cry

5. that’s the art of getting by Remus lupin/ Sirius black

“What do you want me to do?” Remus says, tiredly. All he wants is to curl up on his bed. Smoke a pack of cigarettes. Get drunk. He can’t stop looking at Harry.

“Remus...” Dumbledore is gentle. Remus hates when he has that tone. Hates that he knows it will hurt. “There is no one else left.”

A bitter laugh escapes him. “So you’ll curse the poor thing with a werewolf for a guardian?” god I love it when Remus lupin is a wreak

6. Crooked Love Roman Sionis/ victor zsasz

Roman Sionis comes back to Gotham after eight years and struggles to establish a space for himself in his father's company.

Victor Zsasz sees a pretty face in a club and becomes infatuated.

(or: the untold backstory of Roman Sionis and his right hand man) i just love serial killers and victor zsasz

7. THE HUES IN OUR HAIR COMPLIMENT ONE ANOTHER.

"I have scars too." It's an offering, something small and fragile clasped in his palm. Bruce offers the hand holding the dangerous vulnerability of his life to Jason, waiting.

Jason turns to look at Bruce over his shoulder, and Bruce sees the moment understanding fills the boy's eyes. Sometimes Jason acts too old for his age, filled with empathy beyond his years.

He reaches out and accepts the small offering, holding it carefully in his own damaged hands.

(The first time Bruce washes his son's hair.) short sweet Bruce and Jason being father- son pre robin Jason

8. Laughter Lines Roy harper/ Jason Todd

Roy had fatherhood thrust upon him, and honestly, he's terrified. He doesn't know how to be a dad, he doesn't even know if he can be one. At least Roy doesn't have to do this alone- not as alone as he expected. Support from his friends brings the most unexpected bit of help Roy could have gotten-

Jason. Dick's kid brother who seems more than happy to spend every second he can with Roy and Lian. Who smiles when Roy laughs and looks genuinely happy when he's holding Lian. Who cares about Roy more than he should- and who Roy never wants to hurt.

And when he loses Jason, Roy is so sure he has. Sure he should have done something differently, somehow. So when a new face shows up in Gotham, and Roy gets wind of who he might be, he has no choice but to face the reality that Jason still needs him. That maybe he's got a second chance to do right by the kid he loved and simply couldn't. i just love me some Roy harper and Jason Todd

9. and you can use my skin castiel/ dean winchester

Castiel slips from his chair to kneel at Dean’s feet. He takes Dean’s hands in his, and there on the floor holding something with devotion, he understands Communion. He understands Eucharist. He understands believing in someone so deeply that to shelter a piece of them within yourself is an act of untempered faith, love and prayer and deep-wide trust.

*

Cas comes back. Dean can’t stop touching him. I had to at least put a destiel fic on here

10. Lock All The Doors Behind You Derek hale/ stiles stilinski

He has no idea what you're supposed to say when you find one of your...werewolf acquaintances, completely out of their mind, growling like they're about to see what your insides taste like. There's no handbook for this. Stiles is thinking that if he survives he might write one. really cute and hilarious

honorable mention. The Corner of Divinity slade Wilson/ Jason Todd

He stared, heart in his throat. He couldn’t tear his eyes away. The heavy tang of blood was thick in the air and his feet felt like lead. He couldn’t move. He wasn’t even sure he wanted to. Whatever he’d expected to find, it wasn’t this.

Deathstroke’s lips twisted in a smirk. “I hoped you would show.”

“How could I resist?” Jason drawled, grateful his helmet hid his voice and for the scent blocking patches on his neck. “It was such an artfully worded invitation.” i had to through this one on here slade murders the joke for Jason hell yeah will need an account to read

#teen wolf #supernatural #destiel fanfiction #sterek #deancas #stiles stilinski #derek hale #sherrif stilinski #castiel #dean x cas #dean winchester #spn #spn fanfic #spn fic #batman #bruce wayne #slade wilson #dc comics #jason wayne #jason todd #batfam #batfamily #roy harper #fanfiction #fic rec #wolfstar #sirus x remus #siruis black #remus x sirius #remus lupin

[ao3feed-jaytim]

How to Make a Murder

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/52849561 by Reddinwing “I have need of you, Dick.” Bruce probably does it on purpose. So that Dick’s all fucked out and loose in his thinking, as well as his body. Of the three of them, Dick’s the one that’s most troubled by Bruce’s… business choices. He doesn’t actively take part, not the way Jason and now Tim do. Dick’s the performer. The ditzy golden boy that turns a blind eye to his employer’s other operations. Sometimes, though, there’s some things only a performer can do. Words: 3448, Chapters: 1/3, Language: English Series: Part 7 of Playboy AU Fandoms: DCU, Batman - All Media Types, Red Robin (Comics), Teen Titans - All Media Types, DCU (Comics) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Bruce Wayne, Slade Wilson, Roman Sionis, Midnighter (DCU), Apollo (DCU) Relationships: Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson, Roman Sionis/Jason Todd, Apollo/Tim Drake/Midnighter, Dick Grayson/Jason Todd, Tim Drake/Jason Todd, Tim Drake/Dick Grayson Additional Tags: Playboy, Alternate Universe - Sugar Daddy, Prostitution, Playboy AU, Dark Bruce Wayne, White Collar Crime, Smut, Anal Sex, Exhibitionism, Nude Photos, Riding, Missionary Position, Drunk Sex read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/52849561

#IFTTT #Ao3feed #Jaytim #DC