#roman sionis x male reader

[littleoddwriter]

Hey I saw you're requests were open so I thought I'd give it a shot. I been a fan of your writing for years asspecialy roman x male reader.

So I was wondering if you could do roman sionis x male reader, who copes with life with starving himself and using drugs.

I completely understand if that's a lot and if you don't feel comfortable writing it for any reason whatsoever I more than understand. Please put you're well being first please. You're writing has always been a big comfort to me and tge past few months haven't been the easiest and yeah 😅

Keep up the amazing work and remember to take care of yourself, I'm really sorry if this was uncomfortable to read or has waisted your time

Coping | Roman Sionis x Male!Reader

Hey there! Thank you so much, first of all!!! That really means a lot to me, so, thank you! And thank you for your request and trusting me with something so personal. I hope the story I wrote for it can give you some comfort and that I've done your request justice. Please stay strong and keep on going. I'm happy you're here and I hope things will get better for you! <3 Take care! <3 summary; See above. notes; Male!Reader; Implied Past Traumas; Mentioned Drug Abuse (Cocaine & Heroin); Mentioned Disordered Eating Habits; Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms; Emotional Hurt/Comfort.

Having been dealt a pretty bad hand in life, you have developed unhealthy and self-destructive coping mechanisms to get through your days. Rationally, and always in the back of your mind, you knew that what you were doing to cope with the negativity and difficulties in your life, you only made things worse. 

Starving yourself didn’t make your issues go away, and neither did the drugs. Of course not. But substance abuse has given you those much needed breaks from your own mind and the bullshit you had to deal with day in and out. Not eating - or rather, very rarely - was mostly a form of self-punishment. A method you’ve learned early in your life.

After meeting Roman, things had been going well for a little while. You ate pretty often because of your dinner dates with the other man; although your portions were fairly small. And you did lines of cocaine with Roman together, which definitely made it seem like it wasn’t so bad after all.

You’ve been feeling pretty happy when you were with him. That was new. You liked it. And you definitely liked him.

Deep down, you knew it wouldn’t last though. This natural high of being with Roman. 

It only took one new traumatic experience, which was a painful reminder of your terrible past, to let everything crash down and burn. 

When you met with Roman and he wanted to have a meal with you, you refused. You said that you weren’t hungry and he accepted it after a small fight. He hated not having his way, but he also knew when to let go. At least, he did with you. 

But the more often it occurred, the more suspicious he became. 

The next time you saw him, it was unexpected. You had just done a shot of heroin before he barged into your small, dirty apartment.

“I hate being played with, Y/N,” Roman stated angrily, uncaring of the fact that he had just crashed your high. 

You simply looked at him with heavy eyelids, trying hard to focus on him standing in front of and above you as you were slumped on your worn-down couch. 

Frowning, Roman snapped his gloved fingers in front of your face, “Are you not listening to me?” 

As he asked this, you made a small sound in the back of your throat, humming softly in acknowledgment. 

“What’s your problem?” you responded eventually, rubbing your hands over your scruffy face.

Roman fixed you with a piercing glare, sniffing in disdain, “You are.”

That woke you up a little, as though somebody had poured a bucket of ice water over your head.

“What do you mean?” you asked dumbfounded.

“The fact that you’ve been fucking avoiding me! You keep standing me up when I want to meet you.  We haven’t even fucked in a while,” Roman huffs with annoyance, “If you don’t want to see me anymore, then just fucking say so, but don’t you fucking dare lead me on!” 

Sitting up straight, you held up your hands in a placating manner.

“Wait, wait, wait,” you rushed the words out, “Roman, no. I don’t… Fuck…” 

With a deep sigh, you put your head into your hands, scratching your scalp in frustration. 

“I’m sorry, babe. I’m not leading you on, I promise!” you said urgently, looking back up at Roman with pleading, bloodshot eyes.

As suddenly as his anger usually appears, the fight left Roman’s body and he sat down next to you on your couch. He was trying hard not to make a comment about the state of your apartment, let alone your couch, or you, but you could see the disgust in his features before he schooled his expression.

“Then what’s going on with you?” Roman asked in a surprisingly soft voice. You could even detect a hint of vulnerability in it. 

For a long moment, you simply looked at him and debated with yourself. Should you tell him the truth? Would he leave you if he knew how broken you really were? 

The longer your gaze held his, you felt your resolve break until you broke down in tears as all of your repressed feelings suddenly came to overwhelm you. 

It took Roman a few seconds to act, but he put his arms around you and pulled you close at last. He didn’t say anything and just let you cry into his shoulder. He would probably make you pay for his ruined suit jacket one way or another, but that would be a problem for you in the future. And maybe it didn’t matter as much to him now anyway. 

Through your pained sobs and stinging tears, you explained it to Roman. You told him about your traumatic past, your coping mechanisms, your current situation that led to you neglecting your relationship with him. All of it spilled out of you without a way of stopping it.

When you were slowly calming down, Roman kept his arms around you and rubbed your back soothingly. 

“Well, I didn’t expect that,” Roman mused, “but I’m glad you’re not fucking with me.” 

Knowing Roman, this was as close as you’d get to any sort of response to what you just told him. It was also the closest thing to reassurance from him. He didn’t get up and leave. He didn’t scream at you. He simply held you close and comforted you in his own way. 

“We’ll have to find you some better coping mechanisms, though. And stop punishing yourself by not eating for fuck’s sake!” Roman continued after a few long moments. It made you smile weakly. 

“I’ll try,” you responded hoarsely. 

“Yeah, yeah, ‘I’ll try’, my fucking ass. You’re going to move in with me and I’ll watch you eat a full meal at least once a day. Got it?” 

There it was. Roman’s way of showing that he actually cared.

For a minute or so, you were so stunned by his, well, demand, that you completely forgot to respond, until he nudged you with a huff, “Got it?”

Weakly, you nodded, “Yea- yes, okay. Sounds good.”

“Good,” he smiled brightly. “Because remember, you’re my boy now and I like to take care of my things.”

[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.

Tw. Unhealthy Relationship Dynamics

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.

[hereticpriest]

Masterlist

MDNI

Series

Mercy

Rating: Explicit 18+

Relationship: Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader

To begin with, some warnings about this story: A/B/O Dynamics, Female Alpha, Male Omega, Some chapters may involve messing with the whole 'alphas are always dom and omegas are always sub' because I think nuance exists even in A/B/O dynamics, Fucking with the timeline (this is a blend of Canon, Legends, and original lore), Minimal use of Y/N (Explained in the first chapter), Reader is an alien species of my own creation and thus has a physical description, Familial bonds explored heavily, Clone rights explored heavily, Violence is more graphic than canon-typical however any graphic descriptions will be noted, AFAB reader, Not beta-read so I apologize for any mistakes.

Read on AO3

Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six - Part Seven - Part Eight - Part Nine - Part Nine Point Five - Part Ten -

Miniseries

The Typist - Laszlo Kreizler and his Bitey Wife

Bite - Laszlo Kreizler x reader ft odaxelagnia

Chew - Laszlo Kreizler x reader ft odaxelagnia, prequel to Bite

Swallow - Laszlo Kreizler x reader ft odaxelagnia, prequel to Bite and sequel to Chew

Gulp - Laszlo Kreizler x reader ft lactation and mommy kink, sequel to Swallow

Alpha Mine - Laszlo Kreizler x reader ft Omegaverse, AU to The Typist series

Bokeh - Niki Lauda and his Photographer Wife (Mouse)

Muse - Niki Lauda x photographer!reader ft soft femdom and bondage and breeding

What Happens in Ibiza - Niki Lauda x photographer!reader x James Hunt ft threesomes, double penetration and anal

Life and Death - Niki Lauda x photograhper!reader x James Hunt ft heavy hurt/comfort and mild petplay

Brûlée - Dirk Brûlée and his Single Mama

Sriracha - Dirk Brûlée x single mom!reader ft sex toys/sybian

Red Carpet - Dirk Brûlée x single mom!reader ft breeding

Victory - Helmut Zemo and his Super Soldier

Pyrrhic - Baron Helmut Zemo x Reader ft 14k of HYDRA being the worst and Helmut Zemo being a consent king

Clutch - Helmut Zemo x Reader ft daddy kink, Hydra hunting and impact play

Oneshots

The Bath - Baron Helmut Zemo x Reader ft cockwarming

Ctrl and Power - Ernst Schmidt x Reader ft rough sex and secret relationships

Ganache - Tony Balerdi x Original Male Character ft food play and body worship

Requests and Prompts

Reader likes to come up behind Zemo and kiss or bite him

Roman Sionis fucking reader in his club and being a show off about it (and also he's a total switch)

Roman Sionis making female reader cockwarm him during a gang meeting

Obi-Wan Kenobi noticing female reader's tattoos after sex and pausing to enjoy them

[theodorecanaryhood]

Outlaws: Battles in the streets

Part 12 in the series,

Trevor Signorino as Jason Todd x Male! Reader (Silver Canary)

Jason was baking all morning while you were changing, feeding and dressing the twins.

‘Jay, can you grab Jack and Joey’s bags please?’ You called out from the Nursery as Jason took off his apron.

‘Sure thing babe’ he called back, grabbing the bags and placing them on the table.

You walked in holding yours and Jason’s Son and Daughter, smiling as you kissed Jason.

‘Gonna drive them up to Grandpa Bruce’s, then we can sort this mission out’ you said, kissing Jason again.

‘We also need to drop off all this baked stuff for Lian’s Birthday, then maybe have a marriage moment later’ Jason said with a wink.

‘You mean sex’ you laughed, Jason covering the kids ears with his hands.

‘They’re too young to hear that’ Jason laughed, you rolled your eyes as Jason took Joey off you.

‘Their first words will be a swear word, they’re Todd’s after all’ you kissed Jason again.

The two of you enjoyed the normal moments as much as you could, dropping the twins off at Bruce’s. Visiting Lian at Roy’s to give her the cupcakes and presents.

However, the normal moments in the day always seemed perfect, yet the night came and all the stresses with it.

Usually Red Hood would roam the streets while you stayed home, or Silver Canary would roam while Jason stayed home. Tonight was different as both of you were needed.

‘Black Mask, what are you doing?’ Red Hood mumbled to himself under his helmet.

You rushed in from the street while Red Hood was on the roof, taking men out silently so you could both go for the big guy.

While Red Hood was outside taking men out, Black Mask was already onto you guys and anticipated you would be there.

‘Birdie’ Jason yelled over the comms as he saw Black Mask coming up behind you, you turned around but not quick enough as he’d already hit you over the head.

‘Fuck’ you breathed out as you hit the ground, Black Mask standing over you.

Jason was trying the rush inside while you sat up on the floor, staring Black Mask in the eye.

‘Canary, you shouldn’t have come here’ he said, you stuck your leg out and kicked, tripping him and knocking him over.

Black Mask then pulled his gun out to which you wrestled out of his hand, punching him in the face.

Red Hood came running over gun in hand as he charged for Black Mask, before you could get up you were kicked back down. Red Hood jumping on Black Mask’s back, wrestling him to the floor.

Shots being fired at each other Red Hood flipped over Black Mask’s head, shooting a smoke pellet as he grabbed your hand.

‘Aw how cute, a couple’ Black Mask spoke, humour in his voice.

Red Hood wrapped his arm around your waist, as he spun you and you gave a hard kick to Black Mask.

‘This what you want to do Canary? Kick my ass, you like it in the ass?’ Black Mask laughed.

Red Hood lunged forward as he held a gun to Black Mask’s face, taking off the safety. Black Mask’s eyes widened as Jason saw red.

‘Speak to him again, I dare you’

You go to the safe and grab what you need while your Husband holds Black Mask at gunpoint, you get Jason’s attention as he delivers a knockout blow to Sionis.

‘We gonna talk about what happened?’ You asked as you took off your Canary mask, Jason taking off his helmet as he sat in the passengers seat.

‘What?’ He asked you, not looking at you as you began to speak again.

‘Threatening to shoot Roman, of all people’

‘He shouldn’t have spoken to you, not like that’ Jason said, looking in your eyes.

You nodded as you took his hand in yours shortly before starting the engine, driving the both of you home.

‘Jack and Joey are fast asleep, no problems getting them off’ the babysitter smiled as you and Jason entered the kitchen.

You’d changed into your civilian clothing before you got in, making sure no one saw you.

‘They didn’t give you any trouble?’ Jason asked, the babysitter smiled as she shook her head.

‘No, they’re both golden’ she said, you gave her the money for her time and let her go home.

Neither of you had spoken much since leaving the scene with Black Mask, guessing you both didn’t know how to approach what had happened. Jason seemed sensitive about how Roman spoke to you.

The dimly lit bedside lamp was the only source of light in the room, Jason was nose deep in a book while you lay flat on your back.

‘Jason?’ You finally broke the silence, Jason hummed in response, looking at you.

‘Do you think we should maybe get a Nanny for the twins?’ Jason shook his head.

‘Nope, we raise our children ourselves, we do missions and patrols separately. This time was different’ Jason went back to his book, you nodded.

‘I guess’ you smiled, rolling onto your side as you rested your head on Jason’s shoulder.

As the sun hit your face you didn’t register it was morning, you’d slept all night without any interruptions. Jack and Joey hadn’t cried all night, you rolled over to see Jason wasn’t in bed.

You walked around to silence and realisation you were alone, only a note on the table to say that Jason had taken the twins out.

…

‘I’d like to ask where you got that, but I think that’ll be a stupid question’ you smiled as the man, who just robbed a bank, carried a bag full of money.

He tried to lunge for you but you dodged, him falling flat on his face. You chuckled, only to see he was wearing a mask that Black Mask thugs wear.

‘Tell Sionis I said hi, when you make your prison call obviously’ you said as you took the man to the nearby police car.

‘Nice work Canary, no Red Hood tonight?’ Officers Jackson asked you, you smiled.

‘No, he’s home with the twins’ you laughed, the thug being put on the backseat.

As the police car drove off your phone rang, you saw it was Jason calling.

‘Hello?’

The drive home was different as you rushed through the streets of Gotham, criminals needing to wait tonight.

You changed out of your mask and changed your jacket, rushing inside the Hospital entrance.

‘Jason?’ You called out as you rushed over to him, hugging and kissing him.

‘Where are the twins?’ You asked, Jason had been crying you could tell.

‘They’re with Selina, she was the one that called me. Alfred found Bruce’ you held Jason’s hand as he spoke, his voice cracking as to hold back tears.

Jason hadn’t told you what happened, just that he was in hospital. You didn’t want to push him for a reason, Jason just needed you by his side.

The clock seemed to move so slow as the Hospital was filled with people, some Doctors and Nurses rushing round.

‘Mr Todd?’ A Doctor smiled as he approached, Jason shouting up on his feet.

‘Yeah, is my Dad ok?’ Jason asked, the Doctor gave a gentle smile.

‘Mr Wayne had a heart attack, he’s ok now but he will need to stay in a few days. Then he will need to be looked after for a while after’ the Doctor said, you held Jason’s hand tight.

Neither of you saw Bruce as he wasn’t awake yet and to be honest, you didn’t think it would be good for Jason to see him like that.

Jason didn’t speak the whole car ride, just stared out the window.

‘So I grabbed one of Black Masks men, he was robbing a bank. Does Sionis usually get his men to do that?’ You asked, to break the silence and also keep Jason’s mind distracted for a while.

‘I guess, he can do whatever he likes’ Jason smiled slightly.

…

Selina was asleep on the couch when the two of got in, Jack and Joey asleep too, soundly as the mobile went on for them in the Nursery.

Jason rested his head on your chest as he pulled you in for a cuddle, wanting to be held tonight instead of holding you.

You held him tight as you could feel wet spots on your shirt from Jason’s tears, he never made a sound but you could feel them.

‘After everything we’ve been through together, we can’t have our kids in this’ Jason spoke as he held back, his voice cracking.

‘No, Commissioner Gordon is going for Sionis. He’s gonna be behind bars soon, this nightmare will be over soon’ you ran your fingers through Jason’s hair.

‘Think so?’ Jason asked for reassurance, you nodded.

‘Yeah, trafficking, gun and drugs smuggling and now everything else’ you chuckled. Jason resting his head back down.

Jason sighed, tears falling freely but no noise coming from his mouth. Jason fell asleep in your arms as you smiled softly, eventually falling asleep also.

[marilynmonroefanfics]

Mr. Sionis

When you are married to Roman Sionis, expect living a life of a prince.

It took him a while to open up to you, but eventually he did, and that’s when the fantasy starts.

Roman will treat you like the prince he knows you are.

I don’t care care how scaring he may seem to others, Roman is totally soft for you.

This man totally does everything you want him to do.

“My prince, what do you desire from me?”

Roman will SPOIL you rotten, he has the money to do it anyways.

It’s not like he doesn’t like it, because he does, the problem is that sometimes he is really over the top and you fill a bit guilty.

“My dear Y/N, you do not have to worry after all it is my duty as your husband to take care of you, my prince”

He will buy you everything you want, sometimes you don’t even have to ask, you’ll be looking thru the internet and say something like “This is really cute.”, Roman will immediately buy it.

If someone says something mean, Roman and Zsasz will beat the shit out of them.

Also Zsasz is like your older brother/best friend.

“How dare you hurt Y/N? I hope you are ready to suffer...”

But I found it very unlikely that you will end up hurt, because of two things:

Roman and Zsasz will totally kill the person before they have any chance of actually hurting you.

The Gotham media actually loves you, and finds you very sweet and charming.

However there are some people who think that you are just a sugar baby, but the mejority of the public loves you.

To them you are just Y/N Sionis, a very sweet and nice person.

Returning to Roman and your relationship, he consideres himself your “knight” of some sort.

You were the one who gave him that title and he embrassed it.

“If I’m your prince, maybe you could be my knight in chinning armor?”

“I can be whatever you want, my prince.”

“Maybe you could be...my daddy.”

“I can be so much more than that, baby boy.”

Ok, let’s leave the nasty part out of this.

Roman loves every simple thing you do for him, he loves when you cook or bake things for him.

He loves to help you as well, even if it’s just gathering the ingredients, he will gladly do it.

Don’t tell this to anybody but he loves your chocolate chip cookies.

Roman loves to cuddle, he loves to hold you in his arms.

If you are watching a moving and you need to go somewhere, he will just get up with you in his arms and go where you need to.

“Roman! I have legs you know?”

“I know, I just love to carry you.”

Roman loves you, you are the love of his life.

He will treat with the most care and love in the world.

“I love you, Roman Sionis.”

“I love you too, Mr. Sionis.”

[spicyspiders]

Best Mistakes|Roman Sionis x Male Reader x Victor Zsasz

You’ve just gotten home from a rough mission, luckily, you have Roman and Victor there when you get home. 

Author’s note: this is inspired by @ronaldrx​. I’m completely obsessed with their stories. If anyone has any other requests, let me know!

You were still reeling from your mistake on the elevator ride up to the apartment you share with Victor and Roman. You were just hoping they could just avoid questions about it all together so you could shower the grime off and then go to sleep. 

But in your line of business, luck rarely shines on you. That’s what you thinks when the elevator door opens and you see the back of Victor’s head from his place on the couch. You step out and walk deeper into the penthouse, and past a wall blocking the living room’s view from the elevator is when you sees Roman sitting at the table looking over documents, his laptop open beside him illuminating his face in a soft glow.

In a few footsteps they're both on you, “who did this to you? Who the fuck-“ Victor says when he looks upon the bruises on his face. He grabs your chin in an almost-too-tight grip to inspect your injuries further and you let out a small noise of pain.

“Victor, please.” You say quietly, not meeting his eyes. You push Victor’s had off with all of the strength you had left. You’re so damn tired. You normally love how protective they both could be. You sometimes think you could get off just on hearing the sweet nothings they would whisper in your ears when they got in the mood. 

“Answer his question,” Roman demands, “I’ll have them strung up within the hour,” Roman finishes angrily. He looks comfortable in one of his stupid silk robes minus the angry flush lighting his cheeks. The robe almost stings your eyes with its ugly tropical print.

“You’re going to string up some corpses?” You chuckle darkly, pushing past them to head to your own bedroom. There were more rooms than the three of them needed in the apartment. You really only used yours for storage, the three of them all in a silent agreement to sleep in Roman’s large bed in his bedroom. 

The two of them trail you silently to your bedroom, looking like lost puppies.

“We just want to take care of you, you know that,” Victor says, wrapping you up from behind in his arms. Victor always become much more affectionate when one of his lovers was injured. He would never let you or Roman leave an arm’s length between. It was like being suffocated by a teddy bear when he would drop his hard facade. 

He laid kisses upon the back of your neck, carefully kissing the bruise that lined your cheekbone. Roman came up to stand in front of the two of you, close enough Victor’s elbow was dug into his stomach. He joined in with Victor’s onslaught of kisses, mapping out the skin Victor hadn’t yet kissed.

You feel like your heart would burst when they pause, Roman ending it by finally kissing you on the lips in a chaste kiss. “What happened?” He questions, you could feel Victor’s arms tighten around you. You lean your head back against his shoulder in an act of comfort, but his arms still remain tight around you. 

“It’s the same old stupid mistake I make,” you chuckle softly. This manages to lessen the concern clouded in Roman’s eyes, but he’s still looking at you with the relative look that you’re about to break like glass. 

Killing was your least favorite part about the job. When the three were out on a job together, Roman and Victor would be the ones to go to that extreme measure. You liked a non lethal method. It was the last resort effort that you unfortunately had to take when it came to this mission. If only they had just stayed knocked out and hadn’t gotten in his way, they wouldn’t be dead. 

“You know that we love that about you,” Roman cups your cheeks, rubbing along them softly with the pads of his thumbs, doing his best to ignore the bruises.

“Our innocent boy that we get to corrupt,” Victor murmurs heatedly in your ear. The horny bastard. He hisses in pain when Roman flicks his ear, and with a roll of his eyes, he pulls you from Victor’s arms.

“It’s bath time, love,” Roman says.

You let out a groan while Victor makes his own noise of excitement. You turn your neck to glare at the man as he tries to feign innocent. Roman and Victor found any excuse to put their hands on you. It was more of a comfort for the two of them than it was for you when they would strip you down when you were injured and bathe you.

Roman is already out of your room before you can object too much to start the bath water.

You stand there, arms crossed over your chest as you watch Victor rummage through your clothes to find something for you to wear to bed. He of course picked out the shortest shorts you owned, along with a large shirt, one that be large enough to occasionally slide off your shoulder to expose your collarbone. Soon you hear the noise of water filling the large tub in Roman’s bathroom. 

“You owe me a kiss,” Victor says once he pulls out the perfect pair of shirt and shorts. You can already see a devious smile lighting up his face.

“Do I? You question, eyebrows raised.

“You gave Roman a kiss, but not me,” you could swear he was a few seconds away from actually pouting. He backed you into the wall beside the doorframe, a predatory look flashing in his eyes. 

You rest one hand on his hip, the other you brush through his bright hair before moving down to cup the back of his neck. You pull him into a soft kiss, nothing more than a brush of brush of lips.

“Love you,” you whisper when you pull away.

“Love you more,” you say between your lips. You squeeze past him and the wall to join Roman, no doubt leaving a fully pouting Victor in your wake. 

That, however, was a mistake.

In a sweep of motion Victor comes behind you and scoops you up in his arms. Normally you would protest. You are perfectly capable of walking the short distance, but you could feel a wave of exhaustion start to overtake you. 

Roman groans when he sees the two of you walk in, “you two are disgusting,” he says with a fake grimace. 

You’re set down gracefully onto the cold floor in front of Roman. He stands there out of his robe, now in a soft t-shirt and sweatpants. “C’mere, love. Let’s get you all cleaned up,” he beckons you over with open arms and a warm expression.  

The two of them work in tandem to pull your clothing off. You shiver as your skin is exposed to the air, and keep your eyes to the floor as more of your bruises are exposed to them. They’re both practically seething with anger when you finally step into the hot warm water. 

You slide down into the tub, biting your lip to keep from whimpering in pain when the hot water touches your scrapes and bruises. You rest your head against the back of the tub and let out a deep breath, finally feeling your muscles relax. 

It’s silent in the bathroom when you open your eyes, and you look over to see the two of them now kneeling on the bathmat in front of the tub. They both watch you like a hawk, their expressions clouded over with worry.

“I’m fine. Maybe not right now, but I will be,” you say softly. You watch as Roman grabs a cloth to begin cleaning the cuts on your face. He dips it into the water and you try your best not to flinch away when it touches your sensitive skin. 

They clean what they can reach silently and you still don’t meet their eyes even when they try. Their hands are close to pruning when they finish and rest them against the edge of the tub. You lean down to kiss them softly and you finally look them in the eye when you lean away.  

“Can you give me a moment alone?” You plead. There’s a beat of silence that passes as Victor and Roman share a look, but they give in. You watch them retreat out until the bathroom door closes with a soft click. 

It wasn’t your favorite thing to be babied by two of the most dangerous men in Gotham City, but the payoff was always worth it. Tonight would go like any other night like this, with the two of them not leaving your side, wrapped around you like snakes. That possessive look would likely flash in Roman’s eyes when he smells your skin, the scent of his expensive soaps clinging to your body. 

You wash yourself quickly before the risk of falling asleep right here in the tub sets in. Not wanting to leave them alone for too long was another big motivation. You smile to yourself envisioning the both of them probably pacing around the bedroom trying to come up with a plan to kill the people you already killed. 

You pull the plug and listen to it drain as you towel yourself off on the soft bathmat. You dress and brush your teeth, one side the stupidly large shirt Victor picked for you already starting to slide off your shoulder. You look and feel better now that you’re clean, the bruises have left stark colors into your skin, but with the care Victor and Roman have been showing you, they should fade fast.

You find them in the bedroom. Standing in front of a window that overlooks the city, they speak in harsh whispers to each other, “you two fighting?”

“We were, in fact. Fighting about which one of us is the big spoon,” Victor says, a smile lighting up his face when he sees you. He looks comfortable changed into an outfit almost identical to Roman’s. 

You shake your head at them before moving to the bed and pulling down the covers. You slink to your spot in the middle of the bed, groaning to yourself once your head hits the soft pillow. You’re on the edge of sleep when the light goes off and you feel the bed dip. You feel arms wrap tightly around you, Roman’s, you guess, from the feel of his shaven face nuzzling against the back of your neck.

A few moments later Victor joins. The both of them shedding their sweatpants before joining you to tangle your legs to be that much closer through the skin-on-skin contact. “We’re going with you next time. You owe us that for scaring the shit out of us tonight,” Victor grumbles before tucking himself into your chest.

You laugh quietly into the dark room. You card your fingers through Victor’s soft hair, and find one of Roman’s hands resting on your stomach and rest your hand on top of his. “Love you,” you say, not hearing the two of it say it back before you’re asleep.   

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Jason Todd x male reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“As you wish.”

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Barry!Joker X OC

A/N: I wrote this lil ass blurb when I was trying to get a feel for writing him. Names aren't used for the OC other than her alias Hysteria, so you could really take this as an X reader if you'd want lolz

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The Iceberg lounge was abuzz on the ground below.

Hysteria was sat happily sat beside her man. His hand was placed on her thigh as he watched across the table. The Joker tried to avoid big clubs like this, too many people, too many wandering eyes.

They sat in a room hidden above the crowds, the glass did little to hide the crowds and the colourful lights. The pink and blue lights bled into the room through the windows. Hysteria wasn't exactly sure why they met up here.

Roman Sionis has his own club for fucksake.

The male stared at the man across from him at the table his demeanor shifted. His business expression changed to one of genuine enjoyment.

Joker leaned back, his smile showed just how entertained he was. And it wasn't because of all the girls in skimpy outfits. He patted Hysterias bare thigh as he chuckled deeply. As he ran his hand along her skin he raised the other up to point his finger at the man.

"Oh I like you.... you're funny" he mused, he turned his head to the side. The male looked to the girl sat beside him "Wouldn't you say so?" He had questioned. His light eyes meeting hers, he loved the way she looked at him. She looked to him with an adoration that fueled him. The blonde stared like she was hanging onto every word that left his lips.

She nodded, leaning forward and grabbing her glass from the table before them. Staring across the way from her was The Black Mask himself. "He's a real charmer" the girl murmured.

Joker smiled and adjusted himself in his seat, green dress shirt shifting ever so slightly. The collar of his shirt was already askew and his vest was wrinkled along it's sides. He looked extremely put together despite the night he'd had. There was a single drop of blood stained onto his tie.

"You're a very funny man Roman..." he said. His tone serious. "So why don't you humor me a moment?" Joker retracted his hand from his girlfriend's thigh, and instead leaned forward. His elbows resting on his thighs, his arms meeting the knee pads built into his pants, he wasn't messing around anymore. No more small talk.

Roman thought it was funny that the young man was sitting there with such a persona. One that only existed in the darkest parts of his subconscious up until a year ago. He was still new to the game.

Romans face seemed to harden as the younger criminal stared at him. He picked up his drink. He tore his eyes away from Joker and in turn glanced at the other males arm candy. "Why don't you tell your little girlfriend to wait outside and then we can discuss this business?" He suggested casually. Roman took a sip of his drink and sat back comfortably into his cushioned seat.

Joker let out a chuckle as he saw just how much offence Hysteria took to the comment. "No no" he corrected the man softly. "Wherever I go, she goes. We're a package deal...but you knew that" he chuckled. "I heard about that deal you made with the Penguin and I have to say... I wasn't pleased hearing this" he sighed

Roman hid his surprise well. He'd made and secured that deal within the last 24 hours. Not even. How did this guy know about this? He hadn't told a soul. "I haven't spoken to Oz-" Roman had started.

"Lying is quite unbecoming" Hysteria said looking up the drink in her hands, swirling the alcohol around. "I'd think carefully about what you say next" the girl warned.

Roman met her gaze, if this girl was trying to intimidate him, it wasn't working. He'd been in the game long enough and it was going to take more than a hard stare and some intricate eyeliner to intimidate him.

"I know a lot of things, Roman. Best to act carefully." He informed. His tone showed he knew more than he was leading on. "Monsters are coming Roman. Monsters." He emphasised. "Best not to stand against me when the time comes to choose a side."

Roman stared for a moment. That was vague... and terrifying. He watched the young criminal took a deep breath and stood up.

"These are dangerous times. I'd hate to see something happen." Joker muttered lastly. As he stood up from the table and came to his feet he held out his hand to help Hysteria up from where she sat. "Let's go. We have a few more friends to visit tonight." Joker laced their fingers together and pulled her along out of the room. "

The girl looked back over her shoulder to The Black Mask who sat there watching them intently.

As the two left Roman turned to his driver who stood idly in the corner. His tone wreaking with aggression and aggravation. "Tell Victor i want him to follow those too. I want to know what he's up to..."

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Thanks for reading! If you wanna continue to follow Joker and Hysteria along in their hijinks you could read my choose your own ending fic, Not Dead Yet !

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Victor Zsasz x Reader NSFW | 18+

Fandom: Birds of Prey/DC

I don’t see nearly enough BOP!Zsasz appreciation here, so I’m determined to change that. Reader is fem, but if there’s interest I can definitely write stuff for male or nb! The reader also has a whole backstory because I’m way more into world and character building than I am reader inserts so this is practically a little OC fic lol

This is sort of set pre-Birds of Prey, don’t worry about it too much, it’s just fun

Warnings: Violence, Zsasz being Zsasz, reader is an assassin who unalives people, light smut

This is short because I’m testing the waters! If there’s interest, I’ll write a part 2!!

Requests are open!

When Roman announced that he was hiring a new girl, Victor was less than thrilled. He liked what they had going--Roman was the money and the brains, and Victor was the muscle, the devout follower, and the one who loved to spill blood. They didn’t need anybody else, especially not a new hitman, and especially not a girl.

You had grown up in Gotham City’s East End, a district that was infamous for harboring all sorts of crime. You knew every street, every dark alley, every burnt out shell of a once-great building. The East End was a far cry from Gotham’s nicer neighborhoods, with their shining skyscrapers and big fancy department stores, but what could you say? The East End was home. It was dark and gritty and dangerous, but you loved that about it. 

Besides, it’s not like you could really go anywhere else. 

You had developed quite a reputation for yourself over the past few years. Places like the East End have a tendency to breed criminals, and you were no exception--as soon as you left home, you followed right in your mother’s footsteps and became a gun for hire. Thanks to your family name, you had no trouble taking on the odd merc job here and there, working for mob bosses who didn’t mind the mess you tended to leave behind. Silent, sneaky kills weren’t really your thing, but you never really got into the whole...artistic thing that a lot of other killers did. You didn’t sit there and fuck around with the blood and guts, you just...weren’t very tidy. You were quick, but you weren’t clean. If somebody wanted their enemies taken out quietly, they knew not to even look in your direction, because you were not the girl for the job. 

If somebody wanted to make a statement, though...

You were more than happy to crush some skulls and splatter some blood across the sidewalk for the right price. 

Of course, so much killing got to be exhausting after a while, and even brutal assassins like yourself needed to relax every so often. So, that’s how you found yourself finishing up a job and heading back to your modest little apartment, hopping in the shower, and scrubbing all the blood and dirt off your skin as if you had just spent a long day at the office. It was all normal for you--the killing, the shady bosses, the weirdos you worked with--and you treated it the same way any of those prim and proper office people in Old Gotham treated their day jobs. It was a way to make ends meet, something to pay for groceries and take care of the bills...only, in your case, you were generally paid fully in cash, and sometimes that cash had some suspicious stains on it. 

But hey, work was work, right?

That night, you headed to a club you had yet to check out. Done up in a little black dress and wearing some very expensive pearls you had nabbed off of a target a few months back, you took a cab and found yourself entering The Black Mask.

It was a nice spot, the booths and bar all packed with socialites and crime lords. Waitresses and shot girls flitted around, there was a band playing on the stage, and the atmosphere seemed to be cheerful. Honestly, it wasn’t what you had expected, given what you’d heard about its owner.

Roman Sionis was a businessman, as he liked to call himself, who had been steadily growing his empire. He practically owned the entire East End now, and word on the street was he was looking to expand further into the rest of Gotham. You had never met the man, but you had enough mutual connections that Roman knew exactly who you were the moment he spotted you at the bar.

“Zsasz, go get her,” he said, gesturing towards you with a gloved hand.

Zsasz followed his gaze and tilted his head slightly. “You got it, boss.”

You were minding your own business, ordering yourself a gin and tonic and elbowing drunk men out of your way as you carved a little spot for yourself at the bar. They were rambunctious, leaning towards you with wide grins and beady eyes that told you they were hoping to get lucky tonight.

As you were getting ready to throw another elbow, the men suddenly scattered, vanishing into the crowd as if something had scared them off. The bartender set your drink down in front of you, and just as you raised the glass to your lips, the scent of musky cologne filled your nose and you looked up to see none other than the notorious Victor Zsasz standing before you.

“Boss wants to talk with you.” He said simply, his voice rough and hoarse.

But you were too busy taking in his facial features to really listen to his words. His short hair was the lightest blonde you had ever seen, almost snowy in color, a stark contrast to the black stubble that covered his jaw. He was wearing a silky dress shirt the color of red wine, or dark blood, the kind that was thick and coagulated and dripped off of knives so beautifully.

As he stared right back at you, you saw the scars that cut into his face, straight, meticulously carved lines that you were sure he had given himself. After all, just as you did, Victor Zsasz had a reputation, and while you had never met him, you had heard plenty about the sadistic assassin who kept tally marks of all of his victims.

Part of you wondered just how many he had.

You took a sip of your drink, eyes never leaving his. “I only just got here. I haven’t even paid for my drink.”

“On the house, courtesy of Mr. Sionis.” Zsasz said, regarding you with heavily lidded eyes as he looked down at you.

Just as you knew of him, he knew of you. Even though he was pretty much locked in place with Roman now, Zsasz heard plenty about everyone else in the East End. You practically ran in the same circles, and he had to admit, he was a tiny bit curious about the lady assassin everyone was raving about. He almost admired the messiness of your kills, but he also thought that you were sloppy and too quick, never taking the time to truly appreciate what you were doing.

Now, as he glanced down at the swell of your tits as they practically spilled out of your dress, he couldn’t decide if he wanted to kill you, or fuck you, or both.

“It’s rude to stare, Mr. Zsasz.” You teased as you caught him.

“It’s rude to keep the boss waiting.” He shot right back.

“Fine.” you sighed, pushing away from the bar. “Lead the way.”

He offered his hand and you took it, holding onto him gingerly. The crowd parted for Zsasz in a way that they never would for you, smoothly and easily, club patrons giving him polite, frightened nods as he pulled you past. His grip on your hand was tight and harsh, squeezing as if you might try to run, but in all honesty, you were marveling at how warm his skin was around yours. You didn’t hate the way he led you over to his employer, and you knew that he was being gentle, or at least his version of it. 

When he brought you before Roman Sionis, he immediately let go of you, moving to stand next to his boss. Roman himself was sitting in a booth, sinking into the lavish red velvet upholstery as he held a drink in his gloved hand. He regarded you with a calm smile, immediately gesturing for you to take a set across from him. 

So you did, and the rest was history.

Roman Sionis had heard of you, and when he realized that you lived in the East End, in his East End, he had to have you. He had to own you. So, he did what he always did with people, and he bought you. All you had to do was complete one little, simple job for him, and he would keep you around on a regular salary, giving you all the benefits of joining his tiny little family. You passed his test with flying colors, taking out your target faster than Roman could have hoped for, and the next thing you knew, you were spending your days lurking around Roman’s penthouse. 

You stayed quiet and obedient, not wanting to give Roman any reason to get rid of you. It was a good, steady gig, one you didn’t want to pass up, but you could tell that Zsasz wasn’t pleased. He scowled at you, always waiting for you to trip, always ready to watch you fall. You got the feeling that he viewed you as an intruder, someone who was messing up his life even though you gave him more than enough space. He would raise his lip in a sneer whenever you passed, showing off gold teeth in a maddeningly handsome way that always had you hoping and praying that he wouldn’t notice the way your cheeks sometimes flushed. He never seemed to care, as he never made any other moves. Maybe he was under strict orders not to fuck with--or just plain fuck---you, or maybe he legitimately didn’t want to. 

You didn’t know why you had started to care so much. 

You didn’t know about the way he watched your ass when you walked away from him, or the lewd way he sometimes palmed himself right out in the open. You never heard his pants and moans as he got off to the thought of you wrapped around him, and you never got to hear your name rolling off his tongue as he spilled into his hand, hips rocking of their own accord. 

Yeah, Zsasz was pretty much head over heels. He was fucked. 

He didn’t know why he liked you so much. There was just something about you, something about the way you walked and talked that always made his cock hard. He had reached the point where you would enter a room, and his pants would grow tight. Did you even know? Could you possibly fathom the torture you were putting him through every single day in Roman’s penthouse? Zsasz wanted to grab you and bend you over something, anything, hike that cute little skirt up and just go to town on your cunt. He dreamed about it at night, he wanted it, he craved the taste of your pussy...

But he couldn’t have it. 

Not yet. 

He would wait. He could be patient. After all, Roman came first. Roman always came first. Zsasz needed to focus on keeping his boss calm and happy, and he couldn’t afford to get distracted, no matter how much he wanted to press you up against the windows and fuck you so that the entire East End could see who you belonged to. 

No matter how badly he wanted it, Zsasz would wait. 

[littleoddwriter]

Fight or Flight | Roman Sionis x Male!Reader

Short Vent Fic, sorry.

summary; Roman has an outburst, which triggers you into your usual trauma response upon being yelled at. He comforts you, then.

notes; Male!Reader; Daddy!Kink/Issues; Emotional Hurt/Comfort; Dissociation; Past Trauma; Past Parental Abuse; Yelling.

“Fucking fuck! Fuck you! I’m so fucking tired of all this fucking shit! Fuck!” Roman yelled and threw a pillow on the floor, which created a dull thud once it had landed, but it was crushingly loud in your ears.

Flinching, you took a step back and cast your head down, forcing yourself to swallow back the urge to cry. Your heart beat so rapidly, you could feel it hammering against your ribcage, trying to escape.

Moments ago, everything had been fine. You had just been minding your business, when Roman had come back. You had asked him something trivial – you couldn’t remember what – and suddenly he had had an outburst.

In the background, and as though it was far away, you could hear him in- and exhale deeply.

“This wasn’t directed at you, baby,” he said softly, coming closer to you.  

Immediately, you flinched again, when you looked up and saw him stretching out his arms towards you. His face fell. Hurt was reflected in his eyes and you instantly hated yourself for your reaction.

“Baby? You don’t have to do that. I’m not going to hurt you, ‘kay? I promise. This has nothing to do with you, I was just mad already, because of some fucker downstairs in the club,” he tried to reason with you.

It didn’t really help at all. You knew he had uncontrollable outbursts, and you couldn’t hold them against him at all; it wasn’t his fault. Still, that didn’t change the fact that sometimes you were the target of his temper tantrums, which in turn always threw you back into a trauma response. And he was aware of that; hence, why he even bothered to speak to you so softly and didn’t push you or corner you, now.

You could only nod in return; your throat felt far too tight and was as though you couldn’t speak even if you tried.

“Would you like to come into Daddy’s arms, then?” he asked quietly, opening his arms for you and sporting a gentle smile when you dared to look up at him.

Hesitantly, you stepped forward and let him wrap your arms around you tightly, while you could only hold onto him lightly, just barely grasping the fabric of his blazer in your hands at all. Resting your head sideways against his chest, you could hear his heartbeat. It was so rhythmic and calm, which in turn helped to bring you back down from your high-strung state that your fight or flight response has put you in.

Soothingly, Roman rubbed your back and pressed soft little kisses to the top of your head and nuzzled your hair in the process. All the while, he was shushing you quietly, “It’s alright, my sweet boy. Daddy’s got you, ‘kay? Nothing bad can happen to you when I’m here, I assure you.”

Slowly, your grip on him tightened a little, becoming more alive as you returned to the real world – not the one long past, in which your parents have verbally abused you your entire life, until you’d finally moved out.

“I’m sorry I let it out on you. I shouldn’t have done that,” Roman murmured into your hair, “I’d never hurt you. You know that, right?”

It shocked you a little. Roman never apologised, no matter what. Yet there seemed to have been a first time for everything. In a way, it helped calm you down even more – this knowledge that you earned this privilege of a genuine apology from the Roman Beauvais Sionis.

“Yeah, I know. I’m sorry, too. I love you, Daddy,” you mumbled against his chest with a strained, monotonous voice, since it was still very difficult for you to speak at all; but you just had to say it, lest guilt would have eaten you alive later on.

“I know. I adore you too, my little Prince,” he replied softly, “You’re so precious to me. Never forget that.”

[yandere-wishes]

OBSESSED 😍🥰🫶🏼😍🥰🫶🏼

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.

Tw. Unhealthy Relationship Dynamics

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.

[jiejie-eonni-onee-sama]

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Maneater (Hannibal X Male!Reader) (TW: Mentions of smut and violence) 🎁

An hurricane in my kitchen (Will X Fem!Reader) 💌

Papa, don’t preach... (Hannibal & Fem!Reader X Will Graham) 💌

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Beware the alpha! (Derek Hale X Male!Reader) 💌

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Sending my love to you... (Roman Sionis X Fem!Reader) (TW: Smut) 💌

Miss Independent... (Victor Zsasz X Fem!Reader) 🎁

The only one I need (Roman Sionis X Fem!Reader) 💌

War of the fathers, peace of the sons (Zsasmask and Male!OC & Maxwell Lord and Male!OC) 🎁

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All against odds (Wilhelm Wicki X Male!Reader) 🎁

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Written in the stars (Nate Lambert X Fem!Reader) 🎁

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An unholy seduction (Lucifer X Male!Reader) 💌

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My boyfriend is back (Crowley X Demon!Fem!Reader) 💌

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Love is like a tornado (Remus Lupin X Fem!Reader) 💌

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Falling (in love)... (Remus Lupin X Fem!Reader) 💌

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The deepest soul (Geralt X Mermaid!Fem!Reader) 💌

Music is my way to say I love you (Jaskier X Fem!Reader) (AU) 💌

Put your wings on me (Jaskier X Fae!Fem!Reader) 💌

Love song... (Jaskier X Bard!Fem!Reader) 💌

I will find you (Jaskier X Fem!Reader) 💌

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Velvet Tango (James Bond X Fem!Reader) 💌

You targeted my heart (James Bond X Fem!Reader) 💌

Sugar Boy... (James Bond X Male!Reader) 💌

Don’t worry child... (Gareth Mallory & Male!OC) 🎁

In my arms... (James Bond X Male!Reader) (TW: Smut) 💌

Like a porcelain doll... (Ernst Stavro Blofeld & Fem!OC) 🎁

Unconditionally... (Gareth Mallory X Fem!Reader) 🎁

Come what may (Gareth Mallory X Male!OC) 🎁

No more secrets (00Q X Male!OC) 💌

I care for you (Gareth Mallory X Fem!Reader) 💌

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🪔Merlin (BBC)

For my king (Arthur X Fem!Reader) 🎁

Under your spell (Merlin X Fem!Reader) 💌

🎭Prodigal Son

Mystery Girl (Malcolm Bright X Fem!Reader) 🎁

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I’d put a crown at your feet... (Philip X Male!Reader) (Part I) 💌

All Hail to my king (Philip X Male!Reader) (Part 2) 💌

Give us a chance (Charles X Male!OC) 💌

A royal affair (Margaret X Male!OC) 🎁

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The art of seduction (Oswald Cobblepot X Fem!Reader) 💌

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The King’s precious gem (Thranduil X Male!Reader) 💌

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Something fishy... (Jack Sparrow X Fem!Reader) 💌

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Silent words, loud gestures... (Din Djarin X Fem!Reader) 💌

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[theodorecanaryhood]

The Hood and The Hit

Jason Todd x Male! Reader

Reader is a hit man Jason has to take down, but the two end up falling for each other

Warnings: swearing, violence and mentions / threats of death

Your upbringing wasn’t always ‘average’ nor was it even a happy and healthy one. Most of the time you were locked away in your room, trying to escape the noise of your arguing parents.

The endless fights they had began as far back as you could remember, you were never used to it. You never tolerated it, but then it was out of your place to say anything.

You lived like that for 18 years, before you were finally awake to make something of yourself. Of course, you love your parents to death, but you couldn’t stand them when they were together. Hard to love someone when they are always angry.

…

Your job wasn’t something you loved doing but it was what gave you the excitement you missed, the anger you had built up was what was able to release every time you picked up that gun.

Hitman, assassin, murderer … you’d heard all of the names. They never hurt you, but they always stuck with you, like the faces.

You could remember each and everyone you had killed, the child abductor, the rapists, wife beater, kid beater… always a criminal, always a reason.

You had rules to your profession that you would never hurt a child, an animal, or a human that didn’t deserve it. Criminals only. No exceptions.

‘I have a target for you’ Black Mask said as he threw a folder down on the desk in front of you, you looking inside it.

‘Who is he?’ You ask, deadpanned as Black Mask chuckled.

‘They call him the Red Hood, he’s part of Batman’s gang’ Sionis replied, you have worked for Roman Sionis, aka Black Mask, a few times. Always a competitive game for him, this time seemed different.

‘What makes him so special?’ You looked through his folder on Red Hood.

‘Questions later, kill first’ Sionis growled, you were a little scared of Roman but would never admit it.

‘Fine, but I’ll need the money up front for this one. He seems to know his way around firearms, also if I run into Batman I’m bringing you down with me’ you spoke, not hesitating once as Roman gave you a stack of cash.

‘Half now, the other half later’

…

Red Hood was running through the alley as the thug ran, Hood was a force tonight and wasn’t taking shit or missing shots.

‘You’re mine now’ Red Hood roared as he got the man cornered, unbeknownst to him that you were watching from a nearby rooftop.

Your black face mask sit gently on your nose, breathing in heavy and quietly as you watched in secret. You watched as the men fought with dignity and strength, Hood winning and taking the man down. Knocking him out.

‘Damn’ you whispered to yourself, pricing this guy up more as he was not only bigger and taller than you, but also stronger and faster.

This Red Hood character could easily over power you if you even so much as hesitated, plus his quick reflexes.

‘Thanks Sionis’ you sarcastically muttered to yourself.

Shifting from the rooftop to see Red Hood drag the thug to the nearby police car, turning him in.

You stumbled onto the street with a hard thud as you lost your footing on some loose spots on the roof, Red Hood shooting his head in your direction. Curiously staring at you.

‘You ok?’ He asked you with his voice modulation, but hearing the sincerity in his voice.

‘I’m good’ you replied half smiling, your face mask covering everything but your eyes, eyes Red Hood was looking into a little too long.

‘Who are you?’ He asked you, you going as red as a tomato as you couldn’t find the appropriate answer.

‘Someone with a job to do’ was all you responded with, realising that wasn’t the best thing to say as Red Hood put his hand onto his gun in his holster, noticing your gun.

‘Really? And what job is that?’

You dared yourself to answer honestly, but what could you do? He would surely win this fight, then only a matter of time before Red Hood comes for you. Or worse, Batman.

‘Never mind that now, but just know that you have an enemy’ you said, cold expression in your eyes.

‘I do?’

‘Yes, he hired me. But let’s not fight just yet’ you said as Red Hood pulled out his gun.

‘Nah, let’s’ he laughed as he fired a shot at you, you dodging and running behind a pillar.

The two of you gave chase, firing shots at each other every so often. Course, Red Hood had a few more options than just guns. Thanks to Bat tech.

You held your ground though, determined to get the rest of your pay.

As Red Hood and you got into a fist fight you seemed impressed with his variety of fighting abilities, him seeming surprised by yours.

Then it changed, you were dangling off a roof as Red Hood grabbed ahold of your arm.

‘Don’t struggle, you’ll fall’ Red Hood said, you smiled under your mask as you thought it poetic the guy trying to take you down, was now trying to save you.

‘You’ll catch me I’m sure’ you winked, you pulled Red Hood’s grapple gun away and shot it at the next building. Saving yourself from a struggle or a fall.

…

Wayne Gala’s were always boring af, but rich people liked to celebrate with the finest of fine champagnes and wines.

Course you were there in a job but that didn’t mean you couldn’t have some fun while there, you had to blend in.

Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake they were all in front of you, flashing smiles to the cameras as they gave their speeches.

Then you noticed Bruce’s second Son, Jason Todd. The self described black sheep of the family.

His slicked back hair, tattoos and piercing blue eyes. Definitely the bad boy type, and the leather jacket. Luckily you were sitting down or that would have made you weak at the knees and fall.

‘I’m Jason Todd’ he smiled at you as he held out his hand, ‘would you care to have a drink?’.

‘Y/n y/l/n, and of course’ you smiled back as you shook his hand, the grip was tight.

The two of you walked to the open bar and spoke about the Gala, briefly mentioning that the best choice of drink at these places was either tequila or whiskey.

Jason again shook your hand as he was being called over, thinking it was all business and to make a good impression to the press.

‘Was great to chat y/n’ Jason smirked flirtatiously at you, you smiled.

‘You too, Mr Todd’

‘Ease on the grip I won’t fall’ Jason laughed as you gripped his hand.

‘You’ll catch me I’m sure’ you went wide eyed as you realised Jason had also done the same.

In that moment, the both of you stood frozen realising who the other person was. And how you’d met earlier a few nights prior.

‘Stay here’ Jason lowly spoke as his eyes went dark, you couldn’t move as Jason disappeared into a crowd.

You stood, hand shaking a little as you heard the ice in your whiskey glass hit the sides. You called your nerves by chugging the remainder of the drink down.

‘Can I get another please?’ You asked the Bartender, a slight weakness in your voice.

This is it, he’s figured it out and I’m toast…Sionis is gonna be pissed. That was all you could think. Along with if you should run out the door while Jason was gone, but then he knows your name now, he could easily find you.

A hand gripping your shoulder suddenly made you jump, you turned to see Jason staring you down. His eyes seemed dark, his face still and emotionless.

‘About the other night’ you began before Jason cut you off.

‘Who hired you?’ He asked, pulling you aside from the crowd so you could speak privately.

‘I can’t say, it’s confidential’

‘Don’t give me that, you were hired by someone’ Jason seemed angry now, angry you’d figured out who he was and angry you were there.

‘Black Mask’ you replied looking to the ground, not looking at Jason’s face but you could feel that he was raging inside.

‘You here to finish the job or what?’ Jason asked you, you looked up at him.

‘No, I didn’t even know who you were till just now I swear. Black Mask doesn’t know who you are either. I’m here for something else’ you replied, panic in your voice.

‘You need to leave’ Jason appeared angry with you, but you only shook your head.

‘Not till I get what I came for, I have a client waiting for me to get something’ you spoke with authority but also little information about anything as to not give you away.

‘Fine, make it quick’ Jason said as he walked out of the room and slammed the door shut behind him.

…

‘Where is the Hood?’ Black Mask asked you as you were sitting looking out at the water.

‘I’ll get him soon’ you continued looking out at the river, Sionis bringing you to the docks.

‘No one is late for anything for me, no one. Get the job done’ he shouted as he fired a shot next to you, into the river.

Sionis got in his car and drove off as you stood looking out at the water, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to jump in.

You were stuck and had no idea what to do as you didn’t want to kill Red Hood, Jason, nor did you even want to attempt it. But you also couldn’t just leave it as Sionis would either get someone who could do it, or kill you. Either way, he’d get what he wants in the end.

‘Hello?’ An older gentleman opened the door to Wayne manor, he gave a pleasant and welcoming smile, as you only smiled in return.

‘Hi, is Jason here?’ You asked, the old man stepped aside to let you in.

‘I’m Alfred, Master Todd is in the kitchen’ he said as he walked off.

‘Thank you’

Walking through the hall of the Manor you hadn’t noticed a strange feeling as you ventured on, sounds of a knife on a cutting board made you anxious to carry on.

‘Whoa’ you almost screamed as Jason appeared in the doorway with a knife in his hand.

‘Why the hell are you doing here?’ Jason asked you, flour on his face as a he donned an apron.

‘Looking for you, I need help’ you said with a hint of urgency, Jason rolled his eyes and allowed you into the kitchen.

‘Have a seat y/n’ Jason said as he put down his knife and took off his apron.

‘You cook?’

‘Yeah, I live alone when I’m not here so you know, guys gotta eat’ Jason smiled a little as he sat opposite you.

There was a few seconds of silence as Jason looked for your eyes, his breathing seeming to stay calm as yours was rushed.

‘You said you needed help?’

‘Right’ you began, clearing your throat as Jason looked at you curiously.

‘I don’t want to finish the job, I never really did if I’m honest. Black Mask has this thing for you and hired me, but I can’t do it’ Jason said nothing, only looked in your eyes.

‘Right’ he whispered as you carried on with your speech.

‘Sionis won’t leave it, he wants the job done and he’ll either get someone else or kill me and do it himself, and I don’t want that to happen’

Jason only looked to study your face as you said nothing else.

‘Which part?’

‘Any of it, I don’t want to die and I don’t want you too’ you smiled a little, Jason smiled back as he found himself looking at you for a little too long.

‘Well, it sounds like a pickle’ Jason joked as he got off his seat, distracting himself from looking at you further.

‘That’s it?’

‘What else can I say?’ Jason seemed short with you, his body turned away from you as he only side eyed you.

‘Jason I’m saying I’m not doing it, but someone else will and that puts both of us in danger’

‘So what? That’s not my problem’ Jason almost yelled as he turned fully towards you to face you.

‘It is, he will come after the both of us’ you argued, not letting go of the fact Jason seemed to not care about himself. Or you.

Jason rolled his eyes again as he seemed shut off and distant, not caring and seemingly blowing you off.

‘Fine, have it your way, don’t come haunting me when Sionis finally fucking kills you’ you spit angrily as you storm out of the kitchen and Manor soon after.

Jason stands in the kitchen, full of rage but also not understanding why you care so much to tell him. He already figured Sionis was after him.

…

You sat opposite Sionis as he approached your seat, seeming too calm considering your news.

‘Care to repeat that?’ He asked, you swallowed hard as you opened your mouth to speak.

‘Red Hood, he found out who I am and came after me’ you said, you were greeted with a fist to the face as your chair went from under you.

Your head hitting the floor hard as Sionis gripped your ankle, you tried to wiggle out of his grip but it was no use.

‘No one ever leaves a half assed job’ Sionis said, it seemed he was about to hit you again but last second he changed his mind. Giving you his hand instead.

He helped you up onto your feet as you cautiously stood in front of him, thinking what his next move would be.

‘Never mind y/n, I’ll do it myself’

‘Roman’ you whispered as Sionis escorted you out of his office, slamming the door behind him.

You had no choice by this point but to rush to Jason, he was in danger and you cared too much to leave him clueless.

The streets of Gotham seemed mad that night as traffic wouldn’t let up, you were growing impatient as time was not on your side.

‘Fuck it’ you muttered to yourself as you sped passed the traffic on your motorcycle and made it to a side street, hoping that would be quicker.

…

Red Hood was having an issue as Black Mask and Zsasz got to him first, Hood being cornered.

‘Finally’ Black Mask chuckled as he raised his gun to Hood’s face. Zsasz laughing evilly next to Sionis.

‘Hood’ you called out, distracting the two men long enough for Jason to knock the gun out of Sionis’ hand and for you to deliver a knock out blow to Zsasz.

‘What do you know, my guy y/n has feelings for a target’ Sionis said, Red Hood only looking at you with his head cocked to the side a little.

‘Makes sense now, why you didn’t have the balls’ Sionis continued, laughing as you pulled your gun out and shot Sionis in the knee, then again in the shoulder.

Stomping over to him with a face of thunder you then delivered a second knock out blow, Sionis went down like a sack of potatoes.

‘Let’s get these two out of here’ you said before Jason could say anything to you.

…

A few weeks later, you were walking out of a club with some friends, Dalton and Amber grabbed their shared Uber as Jess walked off to the subway.

You walked a little down the way alone as a familiar voice called out your name.

‘Y/n’ Jason was rushing over to you with a slight smile, you returned a smile to him.

‘I have been thinking about the last time we saw each other’ Jason began, you waved him off as you didn’t want the rejection tonight.

‘Forget it, Sionis is behind bars and your free of a hit. I quit the assassin life and am not going through all that again’ you said, Jason placed both his hands on your face as he looked deep in your eyes.

‘I feel the same way, I caught feelings too’ he said, ‘I was just too stubborn and scared to admit, the day you came to the manor I realised I liked you’.

You smiled a little as Jason never lost eye contact with you, holding onto your face for dear life and edging closer to your lips.

‘You do?’ You asked shy as Jason smiled a little and pulled you in.

The kiss was indescribable as he held into you, his tongue brushed your lips as permission to enter. Permission you granted, kissing him the same in return.

Tongues dancing together in each other’s mouths as you held onto his hips.

‘That was everything I have ever needed’ Jason panted as he pulled away, not a care in the world that there were people around.

The two of you smiled as you walked off down the street, hand in hand, gently pressing your lips together every now and then.

The best job you had ever taken, was the time you chose to not kill.

[marilynmonroefanfics]

Being Roman's Son and Dating Grant Wilson.

Being the son of the infamous Roman Sionis came with many perks, you were basically treated like a prince.

He wanted to please your every need, you were a total Daddy's boy to him.

But your royal lifestyle didn't stop you from discovering that your dad is one of the most wanted villains in Gotham.

Surprisegly every villian in the city respects you, they believe you are too good and pure for this world and they don't harm you.

Even though, your father has a lot of enemies, that includes Grant Wilson a.k.a Deathstroke.

When Grant saw you, he knew you were his.

He met you at a little coffee shop you worked at, even though you were basically rich, you still enjoyed working and being independent.

He didn't waste time and asked for your number, he knew you are the one.

Your laugh, your sparkling eyes, your kindness, you had him totally hooked.

You gave him your number, you thought he was pretty cute.

When you started dating, Roman didn't enjoy it one bit.

“What do you mean you are dating? Y/N Sionis, I forbid you from dating him!”

Roman basically went from a relax dad to Mama Bear really quick.

Zsasz didn't like it either, he became your personal security and made sure you didn't had any contact with Grant.

Slade didn't enjoyed the whole “My son is dating the son of my worst enemy” thing.

After knowing what happened to you, Grant decided to show Roman that he could take care of you, that he could love you, that he could protect you.

It took a lot of effort, but he eventually did it.

“Listen here kid, if you hurt my little boy...I will fucking cut your dick off, you got that?”

Slade eventually warmed up to you, and actually cared about you.

Roman doesn't want to admit it, but he is actually happy for you.

[matth1w]

Thief (Smut Only)

(gif from here)

Pairing: Roman Sionis/Black Mask x Reader

Summary: Stealing from one of the most powerful men in Gotham would normally get you tortured, killed, or most likely tortured then killed. But Roman has a soft spot for you. So when your sticky fingers grab ahold of something that’s his, he has some fun with the chase… and once he finally catches you.

Warnings: Cursing and... SMUT - rough sex, light choking, scratching, oral (female & male receiving)

Rating: MATURE/18+

Word Count: 4,470 words whoops

Note: This is JUST the smut part/end of the story. The plot/backstory will be posted soon :) And it’s in present tense to make it more ~intense~. I’m so fucking excited to be sharing this with y’all!!

Requested by: Lil star ⭐️anon

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Roman finally goes to your house to take back what was his. Well, he has his driver drive him to your house.

As he exits the car, he shoos away the guard Victor insisted he bring.

“Stay back,” Roman barks, annoyed at the man’s mere presence. He runs a hand over his hair one final time as he walks up the steps to your front door.

You answer the door just as the intricate chimes of your doorbell finished their song.

You pull open the door slowly then lean against it, your hip popping out to the side as Roman’s eyes hungrily devour your body. You’re in a semi transparent black silk robe with lace lingerie peaking through underneath. Perched atop your head are his sunglasses, clearly in view but just out of reach, so much so like you had been all these years.

“Hi, Roman.” Your voice is low and sultry, but still maintains the hint of amusement.

He’s stunned. Not even your voice can break him out of his trance. He has never seen you like this. He always thought you were beautiful but fuck.

It’s like you wanted this. Wanted him.

Wait.

“Is this what this was all about, darling?”, Roman practically gasps with realization, a smug, predatory smile budding on his lips.

Your eyes light up as he finally solves it. But you keep playing coy.

“Maybe...” you tease, as you bite your lip and batt your eyelashes at him.

Roman lets his eyes roam your scantily clad body once more before looking at you once more as he takes a step toward you. You hold his eyes as you try to calm your breathing, adrenaline and lust already coursing quickly through your veins.

Much to your demise, he pauses, as if something crossed his mind. He smiles apologetically at you before he looks over his shoulder.

“Wait here!”, he yells back to the two men who are very intentionally avoiding looking at you.

You notice how Roman angles his body ever so slightly so his body covers you from their eyes.

“Already so possessive” you muse, delighted that your words make him turn back to you. You become slightly serious for the moment.

“They can come inside, wait downstairs. As long as they don’t mind the noise.” You smile devilishly at him, playful mood instantly back.

Roman chuckles at you as he plays with the edge of the tie of your robe. His voice deepens as he leans in to whisper to you, the ghost of his lips flirting with the shell of your ear.

“Baby, I’m going to take you on every surface in every fucking room. They better wait outside.”

You’re unable to control the shiver that rolls through your body at his words and the way his hot breath feels against your skin. He leans back and looks to see your reaction and is pleasantly satisfied at the clear unhidden lust in your eyes.

You want to keep the game going, consider the notion for a moment, say something back. But the only words that come from your mouth are,

“Let’s go then.”

You pull him inside and he shuts the door behind himself as you walk yourself back against the wall. His breath is stolen as he smiles widely at your absolute eagerness.

He leans in to kiss you but you lift a finger to his lips. A giggle erupts from you as he sucks it into his mouth without a second thought.

You don’t want to get lost in the feeling, or thought of how sinful his tongue felt on your finger alone, imagining how good it would feel in your mouth... trailing down your body... flicking between your thighs. You have to shake yourself out of it and quickly remove the sunglasses from your head.

“I believe these are yours?” You tease, holding them out for him to take.

Roman smirks at you as he looks from the stolen item to your eyes and back again. He plucks them from your fingers and throws them over his shoulder, surely breaking as they land with a bit of a crunch.

You arch your eyebrow at him, surprised. But he just stares at you for a moment before his hand goes to your throat, gently wrapping around without any pressure. He tilts your head up and against the wall as he pushes his body against yours and kisses you roughly.

The feeling of his lips and tongue exploring your mouth is divine and you’re thrilled at the light bit of force and another shiver consumes your body as you realize what you’re about to get.

You’re so excited, you’re not going to let him win control that easily. You catch his bottom lip in your teeth and open your eyes, loving the way his meet yours in shock and thrilled surprise. The shocked smile clear on his face.

You let go of his lip and move your hands to the back of his head, wrapping your fingers in the short chestnut locks as you lean back in. A moment after your lips touch, you tug on his hair and move to turn your bodies and walk him against the wall.

You push slightly, forcing his body to make a small thud as it meets the wall. You look at Roman and light up at the way he looks and how he’s sizing you up.

His hair is slightly disheveled and lips pink from your kiss. His eyes are dark, the enlarged pupils perfectly matching the black eyeliner, taking in your form, chest moving up and down as he pants, stealing breaths that you had stolen during your kiss.

The tension between you two is so thick and heavy. Finally having taken a moment to breathe, you’re both sprung like coils. You know this is the final moment of calm. Once one of you moves there will be no stopping it.

Two forces will collide.

Like a switch that was flipped, your overwhelming lust takes over.

You pin him against the wall like he had done moments ago, nails scratching slightly at his the base of his neck and kiss him roughly. You’re pressing your lips together, teeth hard in the kiss.

Roman’s hands roam your body again, the soft silk gliding across your body, stopping quickly as he grabs your ass and you, knowing what he wants, jump into his arms.

You take the moment to assert your control once more despite your position and suckle at his exposed neck. You love the groan that comes from his throat, the vibrations spur you on.

The edge of a table hits your back and you pull back to look into those eyes again. Roman smiles at you, “You ready, kitten?”

His voice has gone gravely and you can’t resist the deep urge within you to whine.

“My, my”, he muses, eating up every moment.

You dive back into his lips. You’re hungry, starved, for him.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” He murmurs against your barren shoulder as he pushes the robe down.

You shiver at the feeling of his lips against your skin. Both fire and ice flow through you, battling whether you want to pant or shiver as he swirls his tongue round and then up your neck.

You both moan, you at the feeling and him at the taste. It’s like the first hit of the purest drug, the first sip of the finest alcohol, he knows nothing will ever compare and he’ll never get enough.

He nips at your earlobe and you bring your hands to his shoulder, digging your nails in, loving the ever so slight gasp you pull from him with the piercing pain.

He moves away as you feel his hands undoing the knot of your robe. Not wanting to be undone, and desperate for the feeling of his skin against yours, you pull his shirt from his pants. Thankful he spared the three piece suit for an easier, yet just as striking, outfit.

Roman pulls the tie from your waist with a quick snap of the wrist as you struggle with his buttons for a moment before deciding to simply tear it off of him.

He looks at you, honestly surprised you’d do such a thing but he’s unable to say or do anything at all, as you’re running your hands over his chest, fingers curled slightly as your nails run down before quickly grabbing his shirt and pulling him down for a kiss against you, your tongue diving forcefully into his mouth.

You wrap your legs around his waist as you continue the sloppy kiss. Both of you begin grinding against each other, the tension spiking more and more, tightening the coils within your bodies.

The suit pants feel soft against your thighs but you want less between you and him and bring your hands to the button to unfasten them. His lips curl in a light smile between yours, and you nip lightly.

Using your feet against his back and deft fingers up front, you push his pants down, revealing his black silken boxers. Your mouth waters at his hard length visible under the fabric and you pull your legs away from around him as he steps out of his pants. You take the moment to throw your robe to the floor and lower yourself off the table. He watches you as you step to him, fingers moving lightly as the only noise shared between you two is your breathing and the shirt fabric sliding off his arms.

You indulge yourself by letting your hands linger on his taut arms, before you move to his chest once more. Lightly running your fingers through the bit of chest hair, you bring your mouth to his chest.

You trail your tongue across his torso, loving the taste of his skin as you lean downward and eventually fall to your knees as your hand trails behind your tongue, resting on his hips as you grab the hem of the boxers between your teeth - finally looking up at Roman.

He holds his breath, so eager, waiting for you to reveal himself and wrap your pretty little lips around him. You pull back, letting the waistband snap against his skin and instead lick up his left thigh.

He lets out the breath and groans. Disappointed but turned on from the teasing.

You move to the right thigh, instead placing wet kisses as you palm him through the boxers. Getting wet as you wrap your hand around him.

He teeters on his feet. Unsure if he’s able to keep his balance as you squeeze him. He bucks into your hand as he watches you lick your lips as you stare and touch him.

Your breathing turns short and shallow, almost all but disappearing as you feel Roman’s hands caress your head. He’s restraining himself well, you’re sure he’s not a gentle man. He’s doing so well, you want to give in.

But the thrill of the tease wins as you know it will be worth it to make him snap. You bring your tongue to his boxers and lick, almost losing control yourself as you taste him as you rise.

As your tongue trails up his soft hair on his stomach, you twirl around and brush your ass against him. Dragging his cock between your cheeks as you stand.

Finally standing tall, you move to step away as you peak over your shoulder, teasing him more but his hands wrap around your torso, keeping you close.

“You’re not going anywhere, kitten.”

He pulls you closer and grinds his cock against your ass, your hips automatically matching his movements as you tilt your head back to rest against him.

“Are you sure, Roman?” You purr into his ear as you turn to face him.

“Because...” you nip at the lobe, noting the slight shiver that overcame him.

“I was planning on going to the bedroom...” you ghost your fingers along his.

“And laying on my big bed. All wrapped up in this beautiful...” you bring your hand to your body and trail your fingers softly along your collarbone then between your breasts.

“Outfit I bought just for you.”

You close your eyes as you keep moving down your torso, lifting goosebumps in your wake.

“And letting you have every.” Your fingertips reach the hem of your underwear.

“Which.” You lightly toy with the edge. Making light circles as you dip in just a bit.

You dip your fingers in, gathering a small amount of the wetness pooling and bring it up to your lips. Hovering right in front of your mouth.

“Way.”

You open your eyes and smirk at the wrecked Roman before you, staring at your fingers like it was ambrosia.

“Would you like a taste?” You purr. Keeping your voice light and airy as you reach your hand out just out of reach of Roman’s mouth.

He leans in, opening his mouth just enough to wrap around your fingers. His tongue swirls around your fingertips. Cleaning you thoroughly as he moans at the sweet, sweet taste.

His tongue sliding across your skin and the suckling of his warm mouth sent a thrill through you and you shiver as he pulls away.

He meets your eyes and gives you his signature smug grin.

“I would love nothing more than you laid out before me, darling...” He steps to you, his hand caressing your body, one hand moving back to unclasp your bra.

It opens quickly and loosens around you. He drags his finger across your back before bringing it between you and twirling it.

You decide to give in, just to see where he is going with it, and turn around for him. This time, keeping your hands to yourself.

He brings his hands back to you as he slides the delicate straps down your shoulders and lets it fall to the floor. He moves your hair to the side and kisses the soft skin between your neck and shoulder.

The kiss is hot and wet and you know he wants to mark you. But he restrains himself. He rubs his face in it instead, and you feel the light stubble as he opens his mouth to speak.

“But I said I was going to fuck you in every room.” He brings his hands around your body and up to your breasts, his touch featherlight for a moment before he squeezes them.

“And darling. That means, I’m going to take you on this table here. Then we’ll go into the kitchen and I’ll bend you over the countertops. After that, the living room and you’ll ride me on the couch. And then I’ll fuck you against the shower wall. And then finally...” he twists your nipples suddenly and harshly, making you gasp and creen into his touch.

“You’ll lay on that big bed of yours and you can fuck me however you want to fuck me.”

You whine, grinding against him as you desperately push your breasts into his hands, shamelessly so aroused by his words.

“Mmm, you’d like that, huh, kitten?” You nod. So, so ready you knew you would explode if he isn’t in you within the minute.

“You want me?” He asks as he removes his right hand from your breast and cups your cunt.

You practically come from that touch alone and moan as he moves one finger up and down your slit, and then between your lips.

Your legs almost give out and you knew then there was no use fighting it. Roman had you like putty in his hands. You won’t give in so quietly though.

You lick your lips and swallow, trying to keep the cohesive thought as he continues toying with you.

“If I... had known this would be my reward... I would’ve stolen from you years ago.”

Roman chuckles, genuinely amused and happy you still had your wit and sass.

“You little minx.”

Roman brings his hand to your throat once more and turns your head to capture your lips in a wet, tongue-filled kiss.

You don’t notice him turn you around until you feel his throbbing member against you.

You pull away for a moment, needing to breathe after the gasp that his proximity brought you.

Roman takes that moment to admire you, drink in the sight of your flushed cheeks and blown out irises. It is a sight he knows he would always be chasing.

Before you can get lost in each others eyes once more, Roman toys with the hem of your underwear.

Roman chuckles as he starts kissing down your neck and shoulder, definitely leaving marks as he switches between light bites, soothing licks, and forceful suckles.

You sigh at the pleasure, the anticipation, the feeling of it all. Roman lowers himself to his knees before you, staring up at you with those blue eyes framed by charcoal black, finally living out the dreams you so often indulged in.

A man you know knelt for no one.

No one, except you.

Roman turns his attention to your hips and thighs, mouthing across your pelvis, he closes his eyes as he hums and takes in a deep breath.

“Fuck, you smell so goddamn decadent, darling.”

You wind your hands in his hair once more, loving the slight burn from his face rubbing against your pelvis.

He takes another deep breath then pulls back, staring at your cunt as he slides the underwear off but speaking aloud to you.

“I know I said I was going to fuck you on that cute little table of yours. But fuck, darling, I have to get a good taste.”

His eyes flicker up to you and he looks at you expectedly. You realize with a bit of surprise that he is asking for your permission. Something you never, ever heard Roman Sionis of doing.

Your heart swells but you push that down in favor of the other, more lustful feelings swelling inside you. You stroke his hair lightly and move to cup his chin.

He asked for your consent so you decide to give in.

You bite your lip and widen your eyes. The exact doeish look you know Roman wants.

“Please.” You whine.

Roman’s face lights up with a large smile, so big you think his face will crack. You wonder if he had ever smiled so gleefully and genuinely in his life.

You are about to say more but Roman turns back to his task and drags your underwear down your legs with his teeth. Purposefully, letting them drag across your skin.

Finally faced with your bare sex in front of him, you think Roman might as well be drooling. He gives you one last look, the sight of him only a hair away, his breath hot against your skin is too much to handle and you push him forward.

The pair of you let out the deepest sigh you had ever muttered. He feels absolutely divine and you think maybe he had hidden that he was a deity all these years because GOD did nothing compare to the feeling of his tongue lapping you up.

Your fingers pulse in his hair and you buck into his face, rolling your eyes back at the excited moan that pulls from him, the stronger burn of his stubble between your thighs.

Roman reaches his hands around your thighs, grabbing fistfuls of your body, pulling you closer to him and grounding your increasingly shaking legs.

He is quickly lost in the euphoria of your pure, heavenly taste but remains aware of your gasps and tremors when he does something you thoroughly enjoy.

The feeling of his tongue, lips, and just the right amount of teeth is growing to be almost too much for you. Your body wants to let go but your brain, or maybe even your heart, knows you wanted your first orgasm to be with all of him.

“Ro—Ro”, you stutter out, voice hoarse and shaky.

“I…”, you try again.

He slows down, going for long, languid licks.

“Yes, darling?” He asks and has the audacity to look up at you. His cheeks shining with your arousal, the sight so fucking beautiful you wanted to sear the image in your mind.

The words are stolen from you as he holds your eyes and leans to ever so lightly bite down on your clit.

You feel the warmth rush over you, and you desperately pull him away by his hair.

Roman looks at you curiously, examining your heaving body and eyes that are squeezed shut.

He brings his hand your core and teases small circles around it as he stands.

“You want me, don’t you Y/N?”

It is the first time he uses your name and you shiver, feeling something carnal at the sound of it falling from his lips.

You open your eyes but close them again as you give into every screaming impulse and desire inside you and jump onto him, smashing your lips against his, exploring the taste of his mouth that had been on you just moments ago.

He holds you tight, squeezing bruises into your hips as he grinds his clothed cock into you. The wetness of your core making you feel so close.

You pull back, breathing heavily, feeling a small string of saliva reach from his lips to yours.

“Fuck me, Roman. Please.” You get down.

“Please” you pull his underwear roughly off of him, making his cock spring free.

“Please,” you walk back until your back hits the edge of the table as he steps out of his boxers with ease and follows you.

“Please. Fucking. Fuck. Me.” You wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling him into another rough kiss as you feel him rubbing himself against you.

You push your foreheads together as he guides himself fully deep inside you. Neither of you can move, not even breathe at the blissful, complete feeling of finally being together.

Roman pulls back to look at you, and you meet his eyes. Something is hidden behind both of yours, trying to peak out.

“I’m not going to go easy.” He says, still buried deep inside you as you both try foolishly to adjust to the feeling of one another.

You smile, “I don’t want you to.”

Roman chuckles before pulling out of you almost entirely then slamming back into you. The table already hitting against the wall and groaning.

Your back arches and you throw your head back as you dig your nails into his shoulder.

You feel a hand slide beneath your back and then hard, relentless pounding. He is driving into you with full force, slamming the table over and over into the wall, and making your body shake like a rag doll with your screams.

His grunts match yours in power, and you know he is giving it all. It is all so much you know you can only last a few minutes, if that.

Roman picks up on your shallow increased breathing and starts rolling his hips as he fucks into you. You bite down on your lip before giving up and began chanting his name interspersed with barely pronounced curses. Your brain empty of anything aside from him.

You feel the pressure, the electricity and you know you weren’t going to last long.

“Roman! I’m…”

You try to speak but the moment you do, he lifts your body so he hits a different angle, dragging his cock along your walls with each thrust.

“Fucking come for me, darling.” He bites out, the panting somehow spurring you even further.

“Oh god!” You scream out as he picks up the speed fucking you faster and faster. He thrusts a hand into your hair and pulls, pulling your body taut and you feel the white spots of the blinding pain and suddenly he is pulsing inside you and you let go.

Gushing over and over around him. Screaming until your mouth lays open with no sound. Your body stiff as it lets out everything it had been holding in all these years.

You come back down with small feelings. The air filling your lungs, the satisfied fullness of him resting inside you, and the light touches across your back as he watches your journey.

You blush before you even open your eyes, feeling his intense stare trained on you.

He chuckles above you, the sound light and airy. Something you hadn’t heard in a long time.

You pop an eye open to look at him, with loving humor clear as day.

“What’s so funny, Sionis?”

Roman chuckles once more as he pulled out of you quickly, taking all your breath and forcing your eyes to shut once more.

“It’s Sionis now?”, the pride evident in his voice even if you can’t see it.

You move to support yourself and huff playfully.

“Laugh at me while I’m utterly fucked out and yeah, it’s Sionis.”

In a moment of bravery, or perhaps simply riding the high of your orgasm, you pull him in for a kiss. This one just as passionate but less rough.

Your fingers wind once more in his hair, but with a hint of affection and though you would deny it, yearning.

Roman eventually pulls back slowly, just enough to separate your lips. He places his hand around your throat but then moves to caress your cheek.

Unsure and surprised you force yourself to meet his eyes.

All the harshness and apathy you had grown to expect was gone. It’s like looking into the young Roman you fell in love with all those years before.

You two just stare at each other. Him seemingly just as surprised as you.

You open your mouth to break the silence but gasp when he lightly brushes his lips against yours. You realize you didn’t need words. You two never really did.

After the kiss slows you pull back. Knowing you have to say something, afraid this moment was just a result of the afterglow.

Once more, you open your mouth but Roman brings his finger to your lips.

“Can we finally stop this silly game? Chasing each other around?”, he asks.

You smile, “I’d like that.”

He grins back at you, so full and bright once more you know it would be your goal to see that smile every day.

You stand on shaky legs and lean up, pressing your lips against his, breathing deep, but nipping just a bit at the end. Your pulse quickening again as you feel your shared juices dripping down your legs.

“Roman?”, you murmur against his chest.

“Shall we move to the kitchen?”

The flames that grow in his eyes light the matching fire in your stomach as he grabs your hand and pulls you along.