#arkham black mask

[finniestoncrane]

2.5k Event Request - Arkham!Black Mask x GN!Reader word count: 750 a/n: usually i'm all no pregnant only breeding kink, but something about being chosen to carry on the sionis line? sign me the fuck UP cw: reader is afab and plus size, doll is used as a pet name, heavy on the breeding kink, cockwarming, unprotected sex, daddy kink 🔞minors dni🔞 • masterlist • kofi link • tag: finnie2.5k (to follow or to block)

As you straddled Roman’s lap you had to remind yourself to take it slow, since that’s what he had requested. A difficult task, given how desperate you were for him, but you enjoyed a challenge.

“How much more d’you think you can take, doll?”

Roman’s hands smoothed over the sides of your body, fingers pressing into the rolls created by the miniscule amount of clothing you wore as he traced over them. It wasn’t entirely unusual for him to be this gentle, but even so, this was like experiencing him in a completely different light. He was romantic, affectionate, but right now he was adoring.

“I don’t want this to be a bad memory… it’s gotta be good, y’know?”

Nodding, understanding his desire to make sure this was as pleasant as possible, you eased your body down, lowering yourself onto his cock, taking more of him inside of you. He watched carefully, eyes wide, pupils blown, as another inch disappeared within you, stretching you, caressed by your clenching walls.

“Fuck… fuck fuck fuck… takin’ it well, as always.”

He winked, his smile wide, a familiar cruelty behind it, the way he looked when he got his way, which was always. But you watched it open wide into a gasp as you took him in completely, letting him fill you with his thick, stiff cock as he groaned in relief.

As you began to roll your hips forward, desperate to feel him throbbing against your insides, he grabbed your waist. There was a stern look on his face, not quite the aggressive glare that his enemies were on the receiving end of, but one that told you he was serious in the gesture.

“Sit still, doll. I want to remember this… how it feels to have you wrapped around me, tight and warm… I just wanna be inside you, ‘kay?”

You did as you were asked, but you could feel yourself clenching, body twitching as it tried to find some pleasure in the motions, to experience Roman’s impressive girth battering against you like usual. There was satisfaction in this though, in ways you hadn’t expected from him. His eyes looking at only you, taking you in completely, no distractions, no closing his eyes in feral lust. They were wide, appreciative, as he memorised how you looked on top of him. How your body felt, so warm and sot and plush.

“Only you could have me losin’ my god damn fuckin’ mind just by letting me wet my dick, ‘know that?”

With your hands on his chest, the smooth texture of his silk, white shirt on your palms, you giggled, skin prickling as you felt his appreciative growl rumble through his body.

“Just knowing what I’m about to do to you… it’s got me close to the edge.”

“Tell me… tell me what you’re going to do to me, daddy.”

The emphasis you put on the word had him tensing up under you, his cock twitching unmistakably inside your dripping cunt. You were riling him up, giving him exactly what he wanted.

“I’m gonna fill you up, baby. Paint your fuckin’ walls with my seed, let it get in there deep…”

One hand moved to your cheek, caressing it softly as he continued.

“I’m gonna make you mine… breed you, mark my territory, make sure everyone knows who your daddy is.”

Your muscles tightened, stomach clenching as you felt your body flushing, heart pounding at the notion of being Roman’s so publicly and undeniably.

“You wanna be a part of something bigger, don’t you doll? Wanna continue the Sionis line with me?”

All you could manage was a nod, biting your lip to stifle any begging and pleading and whining, worried you might put him off if you were anything but perfect for him in that moment.

“Let me cum in you then, let me stamp my fuckin name all over that beautiful body. You ready?”

You weren’t sure what words finally came out, but they were loud, keening, and completely unnoticed by Roman who yelled over them himself, a slurred ambush of expletives and compliments intertwined as he came hard and fast and long, body trembling beneath you as the final waves of his orgasm shuddered over him.

And then his hands were back around your waist, holding you there in position as he offered you another wink.

“Not so fast, doll. You’re not getting off of me until I’m sure it’s deep enough inside you. Can’t leave until there’s a part of me going with you.”

[gilverrwrites]

Bet ya thought I wasn't doin’ anythin’! Well, buckles off, turn out the lights and sink your teeth into some short and not so sweet smut!

90%-ish of the 16 fics I will be posting are answers to some of my most common or intriguing requests, though I may have been a bad girl, and twisted them a little to taste. Sorry, not sorry💖

Below is my posting schedule and it will also act as a masterlist.

Happy reading my lovelies, I hope you have the best October!

Week One:

1st: Jason Todd/Reader - Virginity

3rd: Roman Sionis/Stripper!Reader - Public Sex

5th: Tim Drake/Reader - Office Sex

Week Two:

7th: Oswalda Cobblepot/Reader - Spit

9th: Dick Grayson/Villain!Reader - Male Squirting

11th: Slade Wilson/Reader - Bladder Control

13th: Tim Drake/Reader - Frotteurism

Week Three:

15th: CEO!Roman Sionis/Reader - Remote Control Vibrator

17th: Dick Grayson/Reader - Pillow Humping

19th: Bruce Wayne/Reader - Sex Pollen

Week Four:

21st: Villain!Dick Grayson/Robin!Reader - Corruption

23nd: Tim Drake/Reader - Vibrator

25th: AK!Jason Todd/Reader - Interrupted

27th: Roy Harper/Reader - Voyeurism

Week Five:

29th: Axel Walker/Reader - Sex Tape

31st: Wally West/Reader - Lingerie*

Anything with a * is subject to change.

[drpumpkinsart]

Sorry anon who asked for btas There was Scarecrow

[discipleofvenom]

So I'm playing Batman Arkham Knight and I'm playing the Red Hood DLC. I have a funny moment to share once I got to the second phase at the docks:

Red Hood: *murders Black Mask thug* "You should have called in sick."

30 seconds later

Black Mask thug: *checks on his fallen buddy* "Man, I should've called in sick."

Bruh, I was laughing my ass off so hard I couldn't breathe because of the fucking timing.🤣🤣🤣

[worlds-worst-ships]

Do you shippity-ship-ship it?

[ilovelosermen69]

Who told batman villains they could be so hot?

[jazzadraws]

part 1 of my art dump from my sketchbook 💥

i did these a while ago so honestly it looks a lil rough.. but life moves on 🙏 (i honestly might do redraws of my own when i have the time)

I referenced most of them from the Arkham games cause i loveee me some arkhamverse 😍

Anyway !! more art dumps coming with some marvel characters very soon

[tarrenterror25]

Something about the idea of Roman Sionis taking his kiddo trick or treating...

-He's an asshole, but he makes sure his kid is polite and uses their manners when going up to houses; waiting their turn, saying please/thank you

-They live in a nicer neighborhood so Roman's got two or three buckets so they don't have to stop so early when the first one gets full

-Probably the only dad standing on the sidewalk in an expensive suit smoking (blowing smoke away from the kids) while other parents are dressed in costumes or casual wear

-He tries to filter his language, but one or two slips will probably happen

-Super big on "ladies first" if he's raising a gentleman

-Is super paranoid about the animatronics and lawn decor and doesn't want his kid too scared but puts on a brave face

-He did punch a person disguised as a prop when they moved and he doesn't like to talk about it and neither does his kid. Both were/are quite embarrassed by it

-Will call out kids who take more than one or two pieces as directed from an unattended candy bowl

-Carries his kiddo when they get tired and when it's time to go home

-Will tell a white lie or two to get the candy he likes from kiddo's pile

-He is a sucker for chocolate, without nuts preferably.

[alienwithobsessions]

Something something I have a thing for skulls and pinstripes

[finniestoncrane]

Regarding Black Mask having sadistic kinks…he would totally give his partner instructions that are impossible to follow (telling them not to make any noise and then doing something guaranteed to make them moan/scream) just so he can punish them when they can’t do it

Keep Quiet

Arkham!Black Mask x GN!Reader, word count: 1.4k ok be nice to me be kind to me this is my first black mask thing, and i gotta be honest, it's nice to write someone being a complete bastard who just is a complete bastard. reader has been paid by roman in an undisclosed agreement to be his little puppy, but he might be a bit rougher than they imagined... 💀 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: mentions of a monetary arrangement, sub/dom dynamics, rough oral sex, spanking, slapping, humiliation, degradation, sadomasichism, crying, pet play

"Keep. Quiet."

Those were the key words, the rules you were given. They'd been printed on the bottom of the invite card. They were uttered to you by the henchman who was posted at the door to the office. And Roman Sionis himself had uttered them slowly, cruelly, as he watched you undress and guided you to the slick, black platform in the middle of the room.

"Keep quiet. Don't make a sound. I'd hate to have to punish ya."

He turned on his heel, bright red flashing on the bottom of the polished, black leather dress shoes. With a dry chuckle, he turned again, leaning down once more so his face was level with yours where you lay face down on the platform in the middle of the room, though his was hidden behind the matte black skull mask he wore.

"I lied. Punishin' ya would be... well it'd be pretty fuckin' good. But I'm feelin' generous tonight, y'know?"

You nodded, perhaps a little too enthusiastically, as you realised that perhaps the reward here didn't quite make up for the risk. You got money, you got pleasure. But you potentially lost everything at the hands of Black Mask. Violent, notorious, and unpredictable.

Or maybe, you considered, it was worth the risk, given how quickly you felt the pit of your stomach warm, how your heartbeat skipped slightly, how your arousal tingled through you at the thought of those last three attributes. Handsome, yes. Rich, of course. Powerful, naturally. But those were nowhere near as arousing as the volatile behaviour you'd heard tell of being exhibited by Roman in the past. You wanted to experience that for yourself, truth be told. Apathetic, yes. But curious more than anything.

You wondered why you had to be quiet. Some of the others, the ones who had been hired by Roman before, had told you that he had the room bugged. That suggested that perhaps a loud scream might not be picked up well on the mics and would ruin his recording. But then why would he bug the room if he didn’t want any sound? Unless he just wanted to hear himself… But this was Roman Sionis. If he wanted to record any kind of sound, he wouldn’t do it covertly, and certainly not with anything less than the best equipment.

So was it perhaps something to do with the fact that you were in his office, within his building? His employees were right there, just beyond the walls. Maybe he would be embarrassed if they heard what was going on? But of course, he wouldn’t be. Either the walls were soundproofed to allow him to be as heinous as he wanted, or, more likely, they were paper thin so everyone could hear exactly what was going on. After all, who of his employees was going to risk saying anything to him.

And then, you settled on the realisation that it was control. He had control over you completely. From how much you wore, to where you lay, to how much sound you could make in his presence, regardless of what kind of damage he intending to inflict on you. No one spoke back to him, least of all the playthings he was paying. You were there to lay still and be keep quiet. So you close your eyes, letting your body, laying face down, sink into the surface of the podium you had been so sarcastically placed upon, and considered what might be about to happen to you.

Just as your mind began to wander further, causing your heart rate to increase, you felt the sharp, smooth crack of his palm against your rear. The flesh on one of your cheeks heated immediately in response to the smack. You didn’t have time to process the sudden invasion of your personal space before Roman was smacking the other side. His hand switched between your two cheeks, covering your ass in deep, rounded welts as his leather glove came into contact with your red, trembling skin. Over and over, the pain getting stronger either through the repetitive nature or the increase in force, in violence, behind his smacks. Until he suddenly stopped, his heavy breaths getting louder as he walked around you, his finger stroking along your curves as he made his way around to your head.

“Roll over.”

You did as he instructed, and were met with cruelty even then.

“Good dog. Do you know any more tricks then?”

You couldn’t tell whether you should answer or not, so you stayed silent, staring into what you could make out of his eyes beneath the dark mask. With a surprisingly gentle hand, he let his fingers spread through your hair, stroking it, soothing you almost, before he gripped it close to your scalp and tugged sharply. As he pulled your body towards him, you scrambled on your palms, trying to pull your body up the platform, closer to him, where he wanted you to be, until you were laying with your head completely off the edge. Upside down. Waiting for his next move. You opened your mouth to speak, to protest the uncomfortable position, but you were stunned back into silence as his palm cracked your face.

“Don’t even think about talkin’, sweetheart. Keep. Quiet. Keep fuckin’ quiet.”

You nodded, the sting of tears forming in the corners of your eyes. You worried that he might offer further punishment for this display of emotion, but instead he crouched down once again to your level and tutted.

“You dumb animal. Not quite as clever as I thought you were, huh pooch?”

He watched as you swallowed your nerves, throat tensing with the motion.

“Nervous, eh? Good. You should be.”

He placed a finger between your sternum, following it to between your collarbones, then trailing it up your throat to your chin as you watched him, his eyes keeping focus on where he was touching you.

“You know, if there’s one thing I truly hate…”

Roman paused, licking the lips of his mask, eyes narrowing as he took in your pitiful form before him.

“… it’s a puppy who isn’t housebroken.”

His fingers were suddenly tensing, putting pressure on your throat. Constricting your breathing ever so slightly. Enough to cause you to panic before you tried to calm yourself down, preserving the remaining breath in your lungs.

“You gonna whine, little puppy? You gonna howl an’ cry?”

Working against the strength of his grip, you managed to shake your head, a gesture which was met with a deep, dark chuckle from Roman.

“Good. I don’t have time to go take you to be put down.”

Your tears welled up as his grip got tighter, but you fought against the instinct to raise your hands and pull him away from you. If you could just see it through, keep calm, stay still, it’d be over soon. And it was. He let go, leaning forward to admire the dark imprints his fingers had left on your skin.

“See, that wasn’t so bad, was it?”

A rhetorical question. He knew by the streaks of tears that were stinging your eyes as gravity carried them back towards them that it had been an ordeal.

“I told ya. I paid for ya, I ain’t gonna break ya. Not this soon, anyway. Not before I’ve had my fun.”

Your pupils widened as he brought his hands to the zipper at the front of his white, pinstripe pants. He reached his fingers inside the fabric and pulled out his cock, fingers wrapped around the base as he approached you. Inhaling only through your nose, you tried to keep your mouth closed, silently signalling to him your thoughts on what he was proposing. But he wasn’t proposing it, and he had no intentions of asking for your opinion.

He forced his cock into your mouth, pushing it between your lightly pursed lips, his head hitting the back of your throat as he pushed his entire length into you. There was no hesitation, no hint of him letting up despite the fact that you were now quietly choking on him. When you gagged and let out a whine, an involuntary noise, he whipped his cock out of your throat, drool spilling onto your face.

“If I have to tell you again, you are gonna be one sorry pup.”

Pressing a finger to your lips, you watched in silence as his cock twitched, clearly aroused by the control he held over you.

“Keep. Quiet.”

[gilverrwrites]

Thinking about insisting that you’re a good girl/boy/whatever you prefer. On your knees, telling him you’ll do anything for him when he grabs your face. Strong fingers biting into your soft cheeks as he directs you closer, making sure you’re looking deep into his eyes when he tells you firmly; “You’re not good. You’re obedient. I will decide if and when you’re good.”

[lawful-evil-novelist]

Mildly obsessed with the fact that according to the Arkham Origins Extortion Tapes, half the reason the GCPD didn't get rid of the single good cop on the force was bc Roman "I am actively extorting the entire force" Sionis kept having to tell them not to fucking kill him.

A whole building of cops and the mob boss who collects shrunken heads had to explain to them, like they're toddlers, that a good cop is more useful alive no matter how much they harsh your vibes.

[stupidity-incorperated]

In 1870, the Elizabeth Arkham mental asylum was founded by one Elizabeth "Merci" Arkham. Elizabeth was a freed slave from the civil war. After the war she moved to Gotham and started the asylum in hopes of helping the mentally challenged, like she helped those in slavery. A major accomplishment for being a black woman at this time .In 1872 she was one of three families cursed by fate. And as the years went by, the curse of madness continued to take hold. By 1911, Elizabeth finally snapped she fled leaving her only daughter Florence to run Arkham. She would contact the same madness as her mother, finding solice in her abusive husband. Elizabeth (now the first black mask) helped Florence and now completing the cursed cycle of the Arkham family .

This photograph was taken in 1890 for the ten year anniversary of Arkham Asylum.

[panakina]

I do really enjoy how by this point in Batman comics all the rogues and heroes are basically long term coworkers. They might hate each other but there's still only one photocopier, and there's limited parking and its annoying when the boss is there but its worse when he isn't, and some of the departments are cliquey and insular, but if someone microwaves a fish casserole then the break room is ruined for everyone no matter which clique they're in.

[ocellaroid]

two funny batman comics presented in gorgeous grayscale