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Freaks

Victor Zsasz x Reader • 18+ Explicit • 3.3k words TW & tags: Dubious consent, scarification, wounds, blood, virgin AO3 • All my stories

"His body is a beautiful abomination, adorning monstrous scars like discolored veins on his marble flesh. They roll with his muscles, hideous and protuberant, and all I can think of is my desire to taste them all, read the stories his body tells with the tip of my tongue, until there is nothing left in the world but a cacophony of pleasure and moans. My hands caress everywhere, fingers tracing his tally marks, but I do not see the corpses, I only see the life pumping in his veins."

Freaks

Gloved fingers, frigid and dispassionate, trace sinuous patterns over the trembling features of my face, smooth and silk-like in appearance, a stark contrast to his, marked and scarred with conscious volition. His marble pallor adorns vicious cuts, the more recent ones reminiscing of crimson snakes crawling over his visage, disfiguring his traits and expressions; they sink deeply in the flesh and split his lips, discolored and cruel. There is a perverse design behind them, a morbid compulsion that makes it difficult to avoid and occult, so I don’t, or can’t really; my eyes are locked on his scars, frightened and terrified. He takes great pleasure, I believe, in seeing me anxious and petrified.

His leather thumb, demanding and inquisitive, caresses my lower lip, opening my mouth and revealing the warm cavity. He tilts his head, pensive and silent, while my eyes search for his, search for a reassurance I know I won’t receive. Truthfully, I’m unsure why I came to him willingly; or perhaps I do, and this frightens me even more. 

I used to timidly stare at him from a distant booth of a questionable bar we would both happen to frequent, our unknown encounters going from coincidental to deliberate; and while I have never even approached him, I couldn’t help but detail his striking appearance. Always impeccably dressed in elegant leathery and velvety pieces, his body, gnarly and marked, seemed oddly sublimed. A bizarre charisma that would keep my thoughts racing at night, fingers working quickly on my engorged nub.

Days turned to weeks as I obsessed and yearned for his touch, foreign and forbidden, knowing full well who that strange man was and the crimes he committed, not dissimilar to visiting sharks at the aquarium. I would pretend to be busy working on some undefined task on my laptop, nursing drink after drink, always strategically positioned in a booth in front of him, creating wild and fantastic scenarios in my head on how I would seduce him and how he would make tender love to me; scenarios that would content my inexperienced soul, while occulting the harsh reality of his character.

I suppressed a yelp when he found me in the bathroom tonight, blocking the exit door, toned arms crossed and dark eyes drilling holes in my mind. I’ve never been so close to him then, and I vividly remember the raw panic I felt standing in front of Victor Zsasz. If you keep looking at me like that, he said in a deep and surgical tone, I might well turn to stone. Face flushed with shame and fear, eyes laying inert on the ground, I could barely find the strength to mutter a quasi aphonic apology.

Cocking an hairless brow and tilting his head, he considers me for an instant, impatient and expectant. Perhaps I had too much to drink tonight, or perhaps I was driven by an unknown divine intervention, but in a soft and timid voice I murmured what could have been a confession. You fascinate me. He smirks, smug and proud, reminiscent of a demon luring a soul, and I am the willing participant of my own downfall. We leave the bar together that night.

His gloved thumb moves from my parted lips to my throat, his fingers tracing the contours of the rolling muscles underneath the delicate skin. Nothing and everything feels right at the same time; while my romantic nature imagined my first time under different conditions, I cannot ignore the tremors in my thighs when his knuckles brush my pulsating flesh. How bad could it be, I ask myself naively, my heart beating frantically at the foreign and completely new touch.

One word, sharp and glacial, that annihilates the last hope of romance I could have and makes me question my decision to bring him home. Undress. I do as I’m told, moving in a way I imagine would be languid and sensual under his unappreciative and disinterested gaze; instead, it feels humiliating and bitter. He stops me when I reach behind my back to unclasp my bra, leaving me in my underwear. Lay down. 

The air feels cold on my heated skin as I lay with the grandiose limpness of a corpse on the bed, eyes staring at the ceiling, waiting for something, anything to happen. I do not think much when I feel the mattress dipping next to me, then a sharp yelp breaks the otherwise quiet room as the cold touch of his leather glove caresses my bare thighs. Having now removed his coat, Victor wears a rolled up shirt, exposing his viciously scarred arms, the tally marks too great to count. One for each person he’s killed, I think to myself; and the thought shouldn’t make me feel so warm but it does, as much as seeing his dark gaze exploring my pristine flesh while his fingers massage my plush thighs. I feel a cruel shiver when he removes his gloves languidly, revealing two perfect hands, delicately defined and marked like the rest of his body. My breath hitches and he notices it, cocking an hairless brow at me with an amused light in his eyes, building up a sinful anticipation, one that makes my sex pulsate instinctively. 

A broken moan dies on my lips akin to a hiccup when his bare hands, warm and surprisingly soft, caress my legs up and down. There is a faint smile on his face, lips slightly parted, as a somber thought darkens his gaze. I like your thighs. I want to mark them. This is not a suggestion, I understand.

Wiggling on the bed, panicked and terrified, Victor then grabs me by the waist and immobilizes me on the mattress, towering over me. His face merely a few centimeters away from mine, he presses his index finger over his mouth, shushing me. Heavy tears threaten to run and spill, and Victor sighs softly, brushing them away from the corner of my eyes with his thumb. You won’t be another tally mark, he promises. I’m unsure this will be enough to calm me down. Not when his hand slips in his pocket and retrieves a butterfly knife that he opens in front of me. The blade, delicately and tastefully engraved, beams in the dim light of the room; it is perfectly clean and cared for.

His scarred lips find my neck, the sensation as devastating as it is confusing. His kisses are passionate and hungry, licking the sensitive flesh there and progressing slowly. Each and every one of his kisses drag a string of breathy moans out of my throat, almost making me forget about my previous panic, the overwhelming sensations disorienting. His mouth is on my collarbone, then my sternum, then my covered breast… Never have I ever experienced such fire inside of me, my legs quivering with desire, my stomach knotting and twisting, as Victor draws a path with his mouth on my body, until finally does he reach my thighs, where he stops and contemplates the skin.

Desire turns to fear again, an emotional rollercoaster that seems to displease him. I’m not the burlap guy; I don’t get off when you’re scared, he scoffs. No, I imagine not. I expect him to get off to my ripped flesh. Nonetheless, I swallow my tears and nod at him, unsure why I am even humoring him. When he smiles, looking up at me, dark orbs shining like stars, I feel my sex throb shamefully. He then presses a chaste kiss on my immaculate skin, murmuring a word dripping with honey and that makes my heart race. Good girl.

The pain is stark and burning but not unbearable I realize; a stark contrast with the intense and unique horror my mind is feeling right now, hissing through my teeth, screwing my eyelids shut and squirming on the bed. I feel his hands holding me still while his breath caresses my scorching flesh, shushing me to no avail. When I feel the cruel blade leaving my skin, warm blood dripping from the fresh wound and running down my inner thigh, I pant heavily, a brief sense of relief soothing my nerves. But I was wrong to relax that soon, as a renewed agony, more vicious and noticeably deeper assaults my flesh, dragging a frank shriek out of my throat. I cry honest tears, begging for him to stop, thrashing on the bed while his free hand immobilizes me. If you keep moving it’ll be worse, he warns. But how could it be, when my entire mind is screaming bloody murder and my body is tearing apart under his brutal instrument?

The torture lasts for an eternity, hot tears ruining my face and heart beating so frantically it could give up at any moment. It burns, the acidic pain radiating in my entire body, my ravaged thigh throbbing ferociously. It feels nightmarish, so much that my brain seems to numb me, in a last act of mercy and love. Until I hear the butterfly knife close, and his voice, soft and deep. Wasn’t that bad, was it? Yes, yes it was. 

Through wet eyelids, I tentatively peek at my leg, my heart sinking instantly at the bloody mess of torn flesh. It is hard to even decipher what he marked through the crimson ocean covering the skin and soaking the bed sheets underneath. Propping myself up on my elbows, I take a closer look at my lover from Hell, nestled between my legs and admiring his art; Victor pants heavily, face delicately flushed with an unmistaken arousal. Something boils in my stomach, a lighter feeling that makes me heave. Do you feel it now? he asks. The endorphins? You’ll feel real good very soon. I do not understand.

It burns again, atrocious and vivid, when his tongue, warm and wet, laps my wound; yet this time, there is something much more insidious, more sinful following the depraved sensation. The feeling is confusing, overwhelming, but a heinous pleasure replaces the discomfort and washes over me, making my sex throb and my nipples harden, a voracious desire to touch him, and be touched by him. Victor moans lustfully as the tip of his tongue dips into the cuts like one would lick a cunt, his fingers caressing the exposed insides, and through the agony I swear I can feel it in my core, can feel a soul-crushing liquid bliss building up inside of me.

Victor kisses my cuts, his fingers rubbing them open, and in a quasi delirious state I regret that they aren’t deep enough to be fucked. It feels numb, my brain doing a stellar job at occulting any pain and pumping me with relaxing and pleasurable hormones, and now I understand. Rolling my hips, I stare at his scarred face devouring me, begging him for more, more of this perverse and obscene pleasure only he can give me. He smirks devilishly, dipping his tongue in one of the deeper cuts he gave me, tearing the flesh open, and more burning pleasure follows as I throw my head back and wail.

My hand reveals my breasts, toying with an erected nipple, while the other slips inside my underwear, surprisingly soaked, and caresses my engorged, swollen clitoris in a familiar pattern. Victor slides his thumb inside the now almost translucent fabric, pulling it to the side to have a better view of my glistening cunt. I feel two fingers caressing my vulva, stimulating my lips, while the flat of his tongue licks the sensitive flesh of my inner thigh. 

I feel it coming now, a devastating orgasm, sinful and immoral, about to crash and break me, one that will without a doubt forever alter my mind, distort my heart, and ruin my definition of pleasure, as I shriek and scream incoherent praise, filthy curses and his name.

Legs quivering and now a panting mess, I gently push him, beg him to stop, and he does, thankfully, after pressing one last kiss on my raw thigh. Nothing and everything feels right at the same time, but I can’t complain, not when I just saw the stars of a doomed sky with the force of a tsunami, despite the permanent marks he just gave me. Oh God, he marked me.

Through half lidded eyes, I can clearly see Victor’s positively feral state. Breathing heavily, an exquisite flush on his face and a vicious tent in his pants, I understand that we are not done yet. His fingers hook under the elastic of my underwear and remove them while I squirm to unclasp my bra, presenting myself completely bare in front of him. His reaction is immediate, passionate; he bites, until the skin breaks, until blood spills and I scream and shriek, thrashing on the mattress, mourning my pristine and untouched flesh, pushing him when he forces himself on me, scratching his skin even though it makes him moan louder. He defiles me, marking my breasts, my hips, and everywhere his teeth can sink in, sucking and licking blood, leaving less permanent souvenirs of his presence. The pain is shooting now, throbbing and lively, but he shushes my sorrow, kissing my new tears, murmurs sweet praises as if I was a lover, while he undresses.

His body is a beautiful abomination, adorning monstrous scars like discolored veins on his marble flesh. They roll with his muscles, hideous and protuberant, and all I can think of is my desire to taste them all, read the stories his body tells with the tip of my tongue, until there is nothing left in the world but a cacophony of pleasure and moans. My hands caress everywhere, fingers tracing his tally marks, but I do not see the corpses, I only see the life pumping in his veins.

His cock, untouched and intact, stands proudly, his glans a delicious shade of carmine; the first one I’ve seen in real life, but my inexperience does not prevent my feverish mind to crave it. Wrapping my hand around it, it is warm, throbbing and full of life; loud breathy moans break his throat and make my sex throb, but his hand presses gently on my sternum, keeping me on the mattress and making me understand that he’s reaching his limit. 

His fingers caress my stomach with a tenderness that feels alien from him, before dipping lower and caressing my sensitive clitoris. I whine and moan softly, but manage to find the strength through my clouded mind to warn him. I’ve never… Victor looks at me quizzically before fully comprehending what I just confessed. There is a dark glow in his eyes as he bites his lip, a wolfish, devilish grin on his face. Staring at my sex with curious care, his thumb delicately opening my untouched hole, revealing my intact hymen; he hums deeply, his cock twitching with interest.

Victor spits a generous globe of saliva in his hand before spreading it on his cock, rubbing its head against my folds. The sensation is warm, soft and foreign, as I grab the sheets next to my head, humming appreciatively. A gentle pressure against my hole, and I look at him with slight panic. Aren’t you going to prepare me? I ask, but he chuckles darkly. Oh, no, don’t want to waste it. Waste what, I wonder? But before my mind can process his words, I feel him push. Oh God, he’s pushing, mercilessly, with no preparation, and it hurts, oh it hurts.

I hit his shoulder, tell him it hurts, beg him to stop, a now familiar circus it seems like; but Victor does not care, does not listen, or perhaps he does and enjoys hearing me suffer, in a true sadistic manner; he shushes me, encourages me somehow, until his cruel cock is completely sheathed deep inside of my pulsating cunt, splitting me in half, every single nerve of my body screaming and shrieking. I clench my jaw, staring at the ceiling, until I feel him remove himself in an equally painful movement. Victor hisses and moans, looking at his now bloodied cock, my blood on his cock, as if it is the most beautiful sight in the world; that viscous blood glistening and beaming on his angry cock. He pants loudly like a wild animal, a thin veil of sweat covering his burning body, watching his sex spearing my insides, defiling my most intimate parts, tormenting my anatomy, blood, precum and other fluids dripping down my ass. 

He rolls his hips surprisingly slowly and smoothly, but it is still too much and too painful for me, whining and yelping when his tip brushes against a spot too sensitive, or when my walls tense and refuse to welcome him willingly. His voice trembles when I protest, I know, I know it hurts; I believe he likes it when I’m suffering, maybe because he thinks that pleasure transcends pain.

After an eternity of torturous thrusts, I finally feel my body easing slightly, muscles relaxing around his cock, until, beyond the waves of agony, I can feel liquid bliss pooling inside of me, reminiscent of my earlier orgasm. I moan frankly, allowing my body to relax, welcoming all of his vigor and brutality, and Victor hums, caressing my face and kissing my forehead. Good girl.

His pace quickens now, thrusting fiercely inside of my aching hole, his hand lifting my knee to give him a deeper angle while he groans like a wolf and I wail and cry out, entire body sore and all of my senses assaulted, unsure what I’m feeling, unsure if this is the proper way to do it, all I know is that I have too much of it and also not enough, that I need it to end but also need it to continue, with the wounds on my thighs viciously throbbing again as his sides brushes against them. He looks at my blood, splattered on his lower stomach, on my inner thighs, cursing under his breath, in a quasi delirious state, proud and aroused.  He moans louder when his thrusts get more frantic, more irregular, choking the air out of my lungs when his hips give up and his orgasm comes, devastating and brutal, in an animalistic groan.

He stills, spent and panting, almost wheezing, body covered in sweat, until he removes himself, slowly, carefully. His come drips out of my hole in a pink shade, his cock glistening and crimson; his trembling hand pumps himself, spreads my blood on his length in breathy moans. My cunt aches and throbs in agony, used and open for the first time by Victor Zsasz.

He does not roll over and hold me like one would expect from a lover. This bothers me, somehow. Instead, he leaves the bedroom with his clothes in his arms and goes to clean himself, leaving me bare and shaking on the bed, with the limpness of a corpse; and truthfully, I am not sure he didn’t kill me, metaphorically speaking. There is a cruel clarity unveiling my vision, one that should make me feel awful, ashamed even of this aberrant night, but I feel content, satisfied, as if this improper desire, this filthy pleasure was always inside of me, all it needed was a Victor Zsasz to nurture it. 

When Victor comes back, he looks as impeccable as he normally does, dry and freshened up, holding his coat over his arm. I cock a brow at my phone in his hand, typing something, while I’m wondering how he found it and how he unlocked it. I should be upset, but I am too drained to protest. He throws my phone on the mattress, right next to me, offering me a polite smile and nodding in my direction.

Call me if you want to play again is all he says before leaving my apartment, leaving me with an agonizing body and much to think of.

[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.   

[bertinellisbow]

Protection [Part One]

[Roman Sionis x F!Reader x Victor Zsasz]

Description: Reader’s family is slaughtered, leaving her willing to do anything for protection from Gotham’s worst. Even if that mean being protected by Gotham’s worst.

Word Count: 4,061 words of pure filth.

Warnings: NSFW! 18+, DUBCON!, Fingering, virginity, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), Roman being... worryingly nice. Porn without much plot.

A/N: Just watched BOP and Roman and Victor are my loves... Part one is more Roman x Reader, and part two will be more of both. Thanks for reading! This is my first time writing for these two, please go easy on me. As always, let me know if anything else needs tagged!

Desperation had taken over, you were wlling to do anything for protection at this point. You stood in front of Roman, shaking, tears brimming your eyes. He sat in front of you with Victor at his left side and Dinah at his right. Victor had been eyeing you up the whole time and Dinah kept giving you this sympathetic look, worry written all over her. She knew something you didn’t.

“You’re willing to do anything?”

“Anything, Mr. Sionis.”

Dinah flinched at that.

“Little bird,” Roman looked to Dinah, pausing for a moment.

Your eyes left Roman and you looked towards Victor, who was sizing you up. His eyes burned your skin. He was ready to pounce, you weren’t sure he wanted to kill you or fuck you. You almost hoped it was the former. Later, you would have wished it was the former.

“Please give us some time to think about this,” Roman shooed Dinah away, “Victor and I have some talking to do.”

Dinah nodded, not saying a word, her eyes never leaving you. Dinah slowly walked by you and mouthed ‘I’m so sorry’. Your stomach turned. The weight of everything was hitting, and your thoughts were running rampant.

You had just lost your family and everything was turning to shit. You stood in front of Gotham’s newest Godfather, offering yourself, like a lamb to slaughter. But you knew he could protect you. Protect you from every horrible villain coming after you.

“So,” Roman laced his finger together, “You didn’t inherit your family’s abilities.”

You shook your head, your heart into your throat. You thought about lying, but you knew Roman would want to see your abilities.

“Well, you really of no real use to me...”

Panic set in. You were scrambling for words, “Please, Mr.Sionis, I can’t- I’ll do absolutely anything for your protection.”

Victor shifted, his eyes never leaving you as Roman turned his head to him. He was really looking like he wanted to use that knife on you.

“Okay... I have a proposition. If you’re up for it, of course. If not, well, Victor will be taking care of you.”

You shut your eyes tightly, tears slowly falling down your face.

“It’s something simple, really.” Roman smirked, “All you need to do is fuck us.”

Victor clenched the knife in his hand and his eyes widened. His lips curled into a gruesome smile as he waited for your answer.

“Mr. Sionis-”

“You did say ‘anything’ dear...” Roman leaned over, his elbows resting on his thighs.

“I did, and I meant it, but... Both of you? I mean, you really don’t look like the sharing type...”

“I’m a man full of surprises, now, would you like Victor or me to do the honors of being first?”

You couldn’t answer, there was a lump in your throat. You had almost expected Roman to want to fuck you, but both of them? Your mind hadn’t touched that thought. You shook your head, not knowing how to answer.

“Fine, I’ll pick. Victor, fuck her brains out. I’ll be here, watching. Waiting.”

Roman smiled at you. He didn’t seem like the voyeuristic type... he really was full of surprises.

Victor stalked towards you and the thought of running briefly crossed your mind. You shifted your weight, your bare feet cold against the tile. You took a step back as Victor closed in on you and your heart pounded against your ribcage.

“Don’t run, little lamb, or do. It’ll really get Victor riled up.”

You inhaled sharply and your jaw clenched once Victor was within arms reach. Your eyes moved from victor and to over his shoulder, back towards Roman. The man was rubbing himself through his pants, waiting for the action to start.

Victor bought your attention back to him, his hands gripping your hips tightly. Too tightly.

“Are you going to be a good girl?” Victor whispered. All you could do was nod. “Well, where’s the fun in that?”

“Do something bad, and you will be punished.” Roman muffled a moan from his chair.

“And, I’m very good at punishments.” Victor gripped your hips even tighter, if that was somehow possible.

“Get this show on the road. Fuck her, or I’ll kick your ass out and fuck her myself!”

“Hey!” Victor turned his head towards Roman, “Give me a minute, fuck.”

Victor turned back towards you and before you could blink up at him, his mouth was connected to your neck. His lips were rough against your soft skin. HIs hands pulled you closer to his body, pulling you into him. You could feel his hard on through his pants and you let out a strangled whine. He set your skin on fire and stomach twisted inside of you. You wanted to hate every minute of it, but your body wouldn’t let you.

“Have you ever fucked before, little lamb?” Roman asked, palming at himself.

“I-” You let out a loud gasp as Victor bit your neck, “No...”

You could feel Roman’s eyes burning into you, but you couldn’t look at him. Everything was becoming too much for you. Roman proding you, watching you, Victor biting at you skin, rather harshly, his hands most definitely leaving bruises on your skin. While, earlier, your mind was running a mile a minute, your head was empty now. If this was causing you to feel too much, you didn’t want to think what it would be like actually laying under one of those men.

“Get her ready for me Victor-”

“What?” Victor’s teeth were removed from your skin, and he stopped everything to turn and glare at Roman.

Roman looked at you like he was ready to defile you, as if you were some pure little girl he was going to absolutely conquer. He was going to take your ‘purity’ away.

“You’re not going to be her fucking first!” Roman shouted.

Victor looked like he was biting his tongue. “Whatever...”

Victor turned his attention back to you and looked down at you, like a predator that had just caught its prey. “So, I can do anything?”

“Whatever the fuck you wanna do as long as you leave her pussy for me.”

Victor’s lips pressed to yours and his hands wandered to your ass. He gave a harsh squeeze and you let out an involuntary moan. “Oh god!”

Victor’s tongue slipped into your mouth and darted around taking in as much as he could before Roman inevitably took over. Victor easily guided you towards the wall and pressed you against it. One of his legs pressed in between yours, your bloody dress rolling up slightly.

“God,” Victor lifted one of your legs and pressed his thigh harder against your pussy, “You taste so good.”

Your body seemed to disconnect from your mind and you began to grind against his thigh. Your brain was screaming for you to stop, but your pussy was not having that. Something about Victor’s absolute terrifying aura was turning you on as much as you hated to admit it.

“Little lamb,” Roman was touching himself again, “getting excited aren’t we?”

“Please,” you whined. Your brain was telling you to stop, but your body wanted nothing more than to be absolutely destroyed by Victor.

“What, what do you want?” Victor growled into your ear, biting your earlobe.

“I- I- I don’t know,” You were breathless, but not in a good way.

One of Victor’s hands moved from your body and suddenly, the spot he had been roughly holding was cold and yearning for his warmth once again.

“Get those fucking clothes off her.”

Your eyes snapped open and you looked at Victor like a deer in headlights. He grabbed his knife and you looked at the blade, the color draining from your face.

“Please,” you begged, trying to push him away, your body finally listening to your brain, “please don’t cut me!”

“Don’t worry,” Victor whispered into your ear, “as much as I’d love to see how good you’d look covered in your own blood, that can be done at a later time.”

It seemed to settle in, that there would be a next time if they really didn’t kill your ass after this. You swallowed hard and shut your eyes again when you felt the blade press against your chest, at the top of your dress.

Victor began to drag the blade down the worn fabric, your skin beginning to grow cold as the air hit it. Victor eagerly ripped the dress from your body and he stepped back to look at his handy work.

“You look so beautiful.”

Your chest was bare, causing you to draw your arms up around you, protecting your chest from their wandering eyes. Your eyes were wide as you looked at Victor.

“Now, now,” Victor pointed his knife at you, “be a good girl.”

Victor grabbed your arms and pulled them away from your chest. You didn’t fight back.

“Fuck,” Roman moaned quietly, his eyes glued to you, “move the fuck over Zsasz, I want to see the pretty little lamb.”

Victor’s hand moved to your cheek as he stepped aside, and he turned your head towards him. He pressed his lips to yours once more and bit your bottom lip. Your knees buckled and you let out a loud whimper.

“Fuck!” Roman yelled, “God, get moving I wanna fuck her already.”

Victor’s hand roamed towards your panties while Roman’s head was leaned back, feeling absolute pleasure as his hand wrapped around his dick. You had a feeling he wasn’t supposed to be touching you there as he began to whisper to you.

“So wet already... After Roman is done with you... I’ll show you what fucking really means. Just be a good girl, alright?”

One of Victor’s hands moved to your cheek, his finger tracing over your bottom lip as his other hand traced you through your panties.

“Hey!” Roman yelled from his seat, “I told you don’t even think about touching her pussy!” Victor rolled his eyes, causing Roman more anger. “Since you wanna be such a dick, bring her to me! As soon as I get done with her, you can do whatever you want!”

Victor lit up. He didn’t seem to care about virginity. He just wanted to fuck you senseless. And knowing he could once Roman got through was enough for him.

Victor guided you to Roman, one hand on the small of your back, the other pressing a knife to your throat, just in case you did want to try and run.

“God, (y/n),” he actually said your name, you were surprised he even knew it, “you’re so beautiful, so innocent.”

Victor shoved you towards Roman, who was situating himself. He put his dick up, which confused the hell out of you, and he patted his thigh. “C’mere,” he sounded... a lot less aggressive than you imagined. You didn’t want him to turn though, so you obliged.

Roman’s gloved hands gently ran up your bare sides and you flinched. You sucked in air and looked away from Roman, who seemed not too happy about that. ��(Y/n), look at me.” And you did. Your eyes met his and your heart jumped. “I want you to look at me while riding my thigh.”

“I’ve never done this before- I don’t-”

“Shh,” Roman placed a finger against your lips, “it’s not fucking rocket science. I’m trying to be nice.” He growled, becoming agitated with you, “I don’t want to hurt you, especially being your first... Don’t make me regret that.”

You nodded and gently placed your hands on his shoulders. You sighed as you tried to relax onto his thigh. Your gut wrenched as Roman grabbed your bruised hips and pushed you down onto him. You whimpered at his tight grip, his fingers really digging into the bruises Victor left.

“Goddamnit Victor, she’s bruising.”

Victor shrugged. Roman huffed and focused his attention back on you, “I guess I could walk you through this, little lamb. That would be the nice thing to do, wouldn’t it?”

you thought. 

“Now... let’s see what about you got Victor so horny...”

Roman placed his lips to yours and began to trail kisses down your neck, gently (compared to Victor) nipping at your skin. “Grind,” He demanded. Your eyes were watching the ceiling, and you couldn’t seem to follow what he was saying.

Roman pushed his leg up, his toes the only thing on the ground, and then he quickly dropped his heel back to the floor, causing ecstasy to surge through you. You gasped for air, you didn’t want it to feel good, but it did. Without thinking you began to grind your hips down onto his thigh.

You let out a strangled moan and he gave you a terrifying smile, “See, this isn’t so bad in exchange for protection, is it? I promise, I’ll show a hell of fucking time, you’ll never want to leave.”

You nodded and wrapped your arms around his neck. You leaned against him, your bare chest pressing against his and your forehead pressing against the crook of his neck. You sucked air through clenched teeth as Roman bounced his leg.

“Roman-” you choked out.

“What, what do you want? Do you want to cum for me?”

Roman began to bounce his leg more sporadically, starting and stopping randomly. “Come on, I want you to cum for me. Be a good girl and cum.” Roman’s fingers ran up and down your sides, causing your muscles to twitch under his touch. “I promise, I’ll make you feel so fucking good if you cum. I’ll fuck you right here.”

You were coming close now. Your hips rocked against his thigh and you shut your eyes tightly. Your head rolled back and Roman began kissing your throat, coaxing you into your orgasm.

“Roman,” you whined. Your brain was fuzzy, you didn’t want to be moaning his name, you didn’t want to enjoy this. But you were.

“Cum for me, (y/n).”

And you did. Your stomach turned and your skin was on fire. You let out a load moan as you kept grinding in him, your movements becoming slower. Your mouth fell open and your grip on his shoulders tightened.

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful coming undone for me. I can’t to fuck you.”

You were coming down, you could feel your pussy almost spasming, and your breathing was heavy. “Not here...”

“What?”

“I'm not comfortable here-”

“Hey. Boss!”

Some good walked in, causing you to let out a scream and hug Roman close to you. You hid your head in his neck and Roman growled. “I’m busy! Fuck off!”

“But, Boss-”

“Victor, take care of him.”

Victor nodded and stalked after the man. Roman placed his hand below your chin and pulled your face from his neck, making you look at him.

“You were saying, little lamb?”

“Um- I don’t wanna do anything out here. I’d be more comfortable in your room.”

“Since you're so special, I guess I could do that for you. You are being a very good girl, after all.”

Roman easily picked you up, your legs wrapping around his waist, and he began carrying you to his room. You were dropped on his bed and he told you to scoot up. You did as you were told and pushed yourself up to the head board. Roman began undressing and another weight seemed to settle on you. This was really happening. You were really about to fuck a bad man for protection against the other bad men of Gotham.

He slowly removed his gloves and then pants. Before you knew it he was completely naked. You sucked in through your nose and cool air filled your lungs, adrenaline seeming to pump through your veins. You weren’t sure you were ready for whatever Roman was about to do.

“Fuck, little lamb, you’re so gorgeous. Take off your panties. I want to see that pretty little cunt of yours.”

You nodded and with shakey hands you grabbed at your underwear. Roman watched you closely, and you quickly noticed your nervousness was palpable. Roman stopped you and began to crawl up towards you, “I’ll take care of it. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”

Roman’s lips pressed against your neck and began to move towards your chest. His fingers moved to the waistband of your underwear and he easily pulled them down your legs. You instinctively kicked them off and Roman smiled into your neck.

“Fuck- Victor and I have had our eyes on you since you moved to Gotham... I promise you’re in great hands. I won’t let anyone touch a hair on your pretty little head.”

You nodded and let out a whine. Roman’s fingers traced patterns into your thigh as his mouth latched onto one of your breasts. He began sucking at your nipple and he slowly pushed one of his fingers into you.

“Oh God!” Your hips bucked and Roman quickly pushed you against the bed.

“Be good, (y/n)... Since this is your first time, you get a free pass, but next time you get a little too eager I’ll let Victor punish you,” He hummed into your skin.

You nodded and steadied your hips. You almost wanted to know what Victor would do to you. But you didn’t want Roman to stop. His finger slowly moved in and out of you and his thumb quickly found your clit.

“Does this feel good, little lamb?” Roman questioned you, pulling away from your breasts and looking dead at you. You bit your lip and nodded, your eyes locking onto Roman’s. “Good, I’m going to add another finger okay, I promise itl’l feel so fucking good. You’re going to feel so fucking good.”

You didn’t even get to nod, Roman pushed another finger inside of you and your head lulled back, hitting the headboard. You let out a moan and kept your hips from bucking, you wanted to be a good girl, you needed to be one.

“Please Roman!” Your voice cracked, “Please, move faster.”

“Anything for you, my dear (y/n),” Roman began pumping his fingers in and out a little faster, his eyes burning into yours. “Cum for me.” He demanded, his thumb beginning to rub quick, but very precise circles against your clit.

You easily obliged, your pussy tightening around his fingers. Your eyes rolled back and your hands grabbed at his shoulders tightly. Roman just kept moving faster, letting you ride out your orgasm. A cry of ecstasy left your throat and you bucked into Roman.

“Now, now,” Roman pulled his fingers from you, “I thought you were going to be a good gir?”

“I will,” you mumbled, coming down from the high, “please, please don’t stop.”

“Oh, I don’t plan on it. But, I’m afraid I have to punish you now.” Roman placed his slick fingers in your mouth, “Suck.”

Your brows furrowed, but you did as he asked. You began to slowly suck on his fingers and then realized what he was doing. He was angling himself against you. Your stomach flipped and you swallowed hard. Breathing seemed to become harder as you waited with bated breath for his next move.

Roman gently, or as gentle as Roman could be, pushed into you and your face scrunched, hips bucking out of some unknown instinct. Breathing became harder and your mouth fell open.

“Focus on sucking on my fingers,” Roman looked down at you, “And keep your eyes on mine.”

With a nod, you began sucking again and you realized how vulnerable you really were, laid out below Roman, someone who could easily have you killed. Someone who could easily be your worst nightmare. But instead, he was fucking until you saw stars and as much as you wanted to hate it, it felt amazing.

“Good girl,” he praised you, causing something to spark inside of you.

“You're so beautiful taking my cock so well. I’m going to have to reward you.” Roman removed his fingers from your mouth and pressed his lips to yours. One of his hands held him above you, while the other held your hips steady.

“Fuck,” you mumbled into his lips, causing him to pull back, “please, I need you-”

He pushed further into you before pulling out, “Need me to what?”

“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop. I’ll be a really good girl, just fuck me!”

“That’s all I needed to hear.”

Roman smirked before pushing back into you. He began to pick up speed and his hips slammed into yours. His mouth fell open slightly and he pressed his forehead to yours, “So pretty,” he huffed, “God, you’re perfect, you’re better than I ever imagined, little lamb. Fitting around my cock perfectly.”

Your hands grabbed the silk sheets under you and you scrunched them up, pulling at the material. “I’m sorry- I don’t-” You paused and a moan fell from your mouth, “I’ve never done this, I don’t know what to say.”

Your face was flushed and you felt nervous all over again. You just wanted to ensure your protection, you did not want to fuck up.

“You’re so fucking cute,” Roman slammed his hips into yours as he spoke, “So sweet, so fucking perfect.” Roman was getting close to cumming, and you were too. Roman realized that and took it upon himself to guide you through this.

“I want-” he grunted into your ear, “I want to cum at the same time.”

You nodded and Roman picked up his pace. Your hands moved to his back and your nails dug into his skin. Roman was pounding into you at this point, panting into your ear. He lifted himself back up and looked into your eyes again. “Fuck, little lamb-”

“Roman,” You said his first name causing Roman to get a little rougher with you, “I’m gonna-”

Roman moved slightly faster, seemingly reaching his peak as well. Roman let go of your waist and aggressively grabbed your ass, letting your buck your hips as much as you liked. As Roman pulled out, your hips followed his, not wanting to feel empty.

“I’m going to fill you up,” Roman hissed in your ear, “You’re mine, (y/n), all mine.”

With that, Roman came. Your orgasm quickly hit and our fingers scratched at his back a loud whine escaping you. Roman pulled your leg around his waist, and while his menstrations slowed, he seemed to have no intentions of stopping yet. He easily filled you up.

You lied under him, writhing with pleasure, trying to catch your breath. Roman slowed down and came to a stop. “Mr. Sionis,” you moaned, “please don’t move...please, just stay here.”

“Sh, I’m not going to leave you, not yet.” His hand ran down your side again, tracing soft circles against the sensitive skin. He stayed inside of you a few minutes, letting you both come down from your orgasms.

Roman eventually pulled out of you and rolled over beside you, “That’s the best pussy I’ve ever had,” Roman sighed out, “You’re definitely staying here, you’re safe here.”

Something came over you, and your pussy seemed to be controlling you instead of your brain, “This isn’t a one time thing, is it?”

“Oh no, my dear (y/n), you’re too good to pass up,” Roman’s eyes turned dark though, “there are a few kinks we need to work out, but over all, you’re a very good girl, and you’re welcome to stay here as long as you’d like, your safety guaranteed. Victor and I will see to that.”

You had forgotten about him. It was almost as if he knew that, because as soon as he was mentioned, the door of the room opened and VIctor let himself in.

“Look boss,” Victor growled out, “is it my turn yet.”

You were too worn out to even hide yourself from him. And Roman seemed to not care that he was there, maybe it was normal, maybe Roman was worn out too.

“Szasz,” Roman sat up, “Let us clean up, fuck.”

Oh god, that meant Victor was really going to get to fuck your brains out.

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Protective

Roman Sionis x reader x Victor Zsasz

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: spoilers for BoP, killing, drinking, sexual themes

Author’s Note: I am a slut. This was so much fun to write I just want to write for Roman and never ever stop he’s my everything

Requested: by anon Well I was thinking of something like Roman Sionis x reader x Victor Szasz, where they are very protective of her because she is not from the villain world, but if you don't want it all right

Summary: the request!

Genre: ugh i don’t know but I like it

Song:

(not my gif)

When Victor found you on one of the outings he knew that Roman had to see you. There was no questioning if you were going to go back to the club with him you just were. Thankfully, you were on your way there anyway. You and some friends were trying to have some fun in the late of the night and there was nothing different about the Black Mask club. You just walked right in and Victor didn’t have to do anything to get you inside.

He followed you and then grabbed Roman, pointing out you to him and Roman got this grin on his face that Victor had never seen before. Roman loved his little birdie and he often looked at woman like they were something he could devour but this was different. An intrigued, slightly off put and aroused grin.

That was how you became the girlfriend to a Sionis and the Zsasz. That easy.

And there was no way in hell they were going to let you go now.

It had been about a year since then and you had only grown closer to you but they wanted to keep you completely out of business aspects. They didn’t want you in the kills or the operations, simply something they could both return to at the end of the day.

You walked through the halls, your robe closed around you and tied tightly. You weren’t sure where Roman or Victor had disappeared to but you knew it was no place good. There was no getting around the job they had and while they kept you out of most things there was no ignoring that you lived with them.

They couldn’t leave you out of all things.

Plus, Victor had promised you a massage so you had to go find him.

Your bare feet went unnoticed to the people you passed. They were used to you walking around like you owned the place because you pretty much did. You ran a hand through your hair and knocked on one of Romans office doors. There was some commotion behind it and Victor opened the door.

“Hey doll,” he said through a grimace. You heard a loud yell at something going on inside and raised your eyebrows, crossing your arms.

“I’m going to assume he deserved it?” you inquired and you heard a scream at something else that was definitely in Romans voice.

“Depends on who you ask but please don’t ask Roman,” he muttered. You gave him a curt nod and he placed his hand on the small of your back that was just barely protected by the robe you were wearing.

“I was promised a massage and you weren’t there,” you pouted and he rolled his eyes. He gave you a toothy grin and you let him guide you back to your room. You smiled as the door opened.

“Did you take your shit?” he asked and you rolled your eyes, sitting on the massage table someone had set up while you were asleep.

“My pills? Yes but the real question is did you take yours?” you questioned, a finger grazing the scars on his neck. He pursed his lips.

“Lay down and take off that robe how about that?”

Later that day you were walking (fully clothes this time around) to try and grab some food. Roman had a fridge in one of his offices and one in the club itself that you literally died for because he hid the good shit in it. You didn’t even think about it as you walked down the stairs to the fully in swing club. Your heel hit the floor with no noise over the music.

You walked across the room to where Roman sat to ask him about the fridge (the fucker kept moving it) when you noticed Victor give you a warning look. You were too close though and Roman had seen you, along with the man who was speaking with him.

“Ah so this is the infamous Y/N, the tamer of the clubs,” he said through a thick accent you didn’t recognize. Roman gave Victor a look but grabbed your hip nonetheless.

“Whatcha needs baby?” he asked, his voice giving you a careful warning. You smiled and knelt down a tad to be close to his ear.

“Where’s the fridge hot stuff?” you sneered. He rolled his eyes but his smile was evident. He swept you onto his lap in one swift movement. You smiled and threw your arms around him.

“Daddy’s doing business, what did I say about coming down during that?” he whispered. Victor gave the other man a hard look.

“Just tell me where the booze is and I’ll wait in bed,” you promised. He perked up at that and leaned forward so his lips were just beside your ear, so much so you could feel his breath as he spoke.

“Under the desk in the singing room,” he whispered. You smiled and kissed his cheek, moved aside and kissed Victors and left out of their hair.

There were some prompt warnings to the man they were doing business with about you. No touching you.

Or someone would have their face.

Ewan: @daphne-fandom-writing , @satanslov3r @records-and-stardust @broodybats @starwarsprequelfangirl

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Yall want some plus sized!reader? With roman and victor 👀👀

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Nasty

Roman Sionis x reader x Victor Zsasz

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: blood, a form of stabbing by the reader, crazy reader, creepy men

Author’s Note: this was absurdly fun to write. I’ll say it, Roman and his murder are currently my life and they will be my best stories.

Requested; by @warofheartsinmyhead Hi , i really love your writting ❤ when i watch bop its like i fall in love with Roman sionis and victor szasz this two are my favorites . Could you write something with Roman x reader x szasz ? Like this two like the reader and reader is a bit physco? Thank you❤ english is not my first language , sorry i wrote very badly😙

Summary: the request!

Genre: murder bby

Song:

(not my gif)

You sat at the edge of the couch. Roman was sitting beside you and Victor was standing on the other side, leaning against you and the side of the club couch. Roman was talking and you couldn’t quite listen to him because his hand was on your thigh and Victor was playing absentmindedly with your hair.

Being the girl of Sionis and Zsasz wasn’t as hard as people thought it would be. Being protected, having power, having two wonderful men by your side at all times to dote on you and for you to dote on.

The best killing partners in Gotham if anyone asked you.

You were pretty sure that Joker guy was a wuss.

“Roman, babe, I’m going to get a drink,” you told him. He nodded and gave your thigh one last squeeze before you slipped out of the couch.

“Go with her,” Roman told Victor but you raised your hands in innocence, a crazed smile on your face.

“I can handle myself boys,” you promised, pointing at Victor to make sure he didn’t follow. He got the memo and stayed with Roman. You turned on your incredibly high heel and adjusted your shirt. You walked over to the bar and the bartender didn’t need you to say what you wanted because he had been making it before you came over.

You leaned against the counter, looking over the club. Your club, Romans club, Victors club. The club. A small proud smile crept onto your face as you looked at the singer, doing her thing up there just because Roman told her to. The bartender put the drink in your open hand and you turned to walk away when a man approached you, someone you had never seen in the club before.

“Hey baby,” he slurred. He was obviously a few drinks in but no one talked to you, knowing who you were. You were surprised. “Nice shirt.”

You didn’t have to look down to know the crop top you were wearing (bought by Victor) and the tight pants with matching black heels (bought by Roman) were a little revealing. That was the whole point of being the girl of the club after all. Amongst other bloody things.

“Thank you!” you said, taking the compliment. He put his hand on the counter on one side of you. He was too close. You squinted, trying to find his angele and your smile remained.

“Whatcha say darlin...we get outta this nasty club?” he whispered messily.

Your smile faded. Your eyebrows knitted.

He could flirt with you all he wanted but insulting the club you were so very proud of? No ol boy. Never.

You put down your drink.

“Nasty?” you sneered. He shrugged, placing his hand on your hip. Your mouth opened in shock and you grabbed his hand, twisting it to where you could hear a crack of some sort. The man screamed but the club was so loud that no one paid any attention. You shoved him to the ground and the crowd parted way seeing who was doing to beat down.

Across the room, Roman was getting antsy.

“Go check on her Zsasz,” he muttered to Victor. Romans drink was shaking in his hand as he looked over and then saw the crowd move and a man on the floor. People moved just enough for the two boys to see you standing over the man, a blood lust look on your face.

“I think she's busy,” Victor pointed out.

“I’ll show you nasty darlin!”

You kicked his crotch and twisted, your platform heels digging into places they had never been before. He let out a squeal and you twisted harder.

“What the fuck you bitch?!” he yelled in anguish.

Roman stood up quickly.

“That’s our queue,” Victor pointed out and they made a beeline for where you were standing. You held up a finger to the boys and they halted. You brought up your heel slowly and he watched you, holding his crotch protectively. You lowered it carefully onto his stomach and leaned forward, near his face.

“Do you know who owns this place?” you whispered. He shook his head. “My Victor-” you pointed and he looked at your first boyfriend, “-my Roman-” he looked over at the suit clad boyfriend, “-and me.” You moved down and the heel dug further into his chest to draw blood.

After a few moments you moved your foot away. People had stopped to stare now but you didn’t mind. The man was still on the floor, crying, losing blood. The only other sound was your heels as you stepped over his body to your boys. Victor put an arm on your shoulder and Roman grabbed your waist.

“Nasty. Ha! Imagine,” you teased and the boys laughed even if they weren’t quite sure what you were joking about. You leaned into their touches and then moved back and grabbed your drink from the bar.

“Now where were we?”

Ewan: @daphne-fandom-writing g, @satanslov3r @records-and-stardust @broodybats @starwarsprequelfangirl @ah-callie @rai-strangebr @whyisgmora @fandxmnerd @ewanfuckingmcgregor

Roman: @stardancerluv

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What requests do you have?

Roman Sionis x reader x Victor Szasz

Aldo Raine

Billy Hargrove with short reader

Roman Sionis with innocent reader

Roman Sionis killing people with the reader

Hugo Stiglitz with spy reader

Sherlock x ballerina reader

Lucifer x angel reader

Roman in a vulnerable state with reader fluffy

Obi wan and Senator reader rescue

Cloak smut

All to do when I get back!!

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Hi , i really love your writting ❤ when i watch bop its like i fall in love with Roman sionis and victor szasz this two are my favorites . Could you write something with Roman x reader x szasz ? Like this two like the reader and reader is a bit physco? Thank you❤ english is not my first language , sorry i wrote very badly😙

YES!! Oh gosh I just wrote one with a innocent reader but psycho reader!! PSYCHO!! I love it and your English is great darling!! 🥰😘

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Well I was thinking of something like Roman Sionis x reader x Victor Szasz, where they are very protective of her because she is not from the villain world, but if you don't want it all right

So I haven’t seen birds of prey yet but I’m assuming (assuming like I’m not in love with Roman already lol) that I’ll love both of those characters so I’ll give it a shot!