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[moonlit-imagines]

You’ve Got the Wrong Guy!

Roman Sionis/Victor Zsasz x adoptive!reader

warnings: blood/gore. u know. BOP movie icky stuff

a/n: silly little gif

prompt: @jokekinsjoke505: “Hey I need a new adoptive father's Roman and victor because I think this will be a good idea where either they kidnapped the wrong kid and it ended up with Roman and victor adopted the reader or that one day that the reader walks in while victor is peeling off a face and Roman are eating popcorn watching it happened but they just says ' I'm to tired for this shit' before walking out again and then acted like it never happened.”

“Who does this child belong to?” Asked Roman to his mercenary and dear friend, Victor. In front of him was Victor holding you, a small child, calm in demeanor despite being taken from the comfort of your own home and family.

“Maroni.” Victor replied without a single doubt. “That’s who you told me to grab and I grabbed the kid. Just like you asked. One cool kid if you ask me.” Victor continued, noticing Roman getting visibly upset. “I don’t get it, what’s the problem?”

“That!” Roman shouted, startling you enough to start struggling from Victor’s grasp. He gently set you down as Roman tore him a new one. “That’s the problem, you don’t even see your failure!” You stood behind the bleach-blonde man, trying to understand what was happening, you were just waiting for the ice cream you were promised, you were so hungry. “That’s not Maroni’s kid. I don’t even know who that is? Did you take some random child off the street?”

“I, uh, I don’t know. I could’ve sworn this is the kid.” Zsasz answered.

“I’m hungry.” You quietly mumbled, just loud enough for them to hear you.

“Yeah, I’ll get you something in just a second.” Zsasz assured you, patting your head gently as Roman kneeled down to your height. You flinched and backed up a step, remembering his blind anger from just moments before. “It’s alright, he’s a good guy.”

“Who are you, dear?” Roman asked you in such a kind manner that you completely forgot how scary he was.

“Y/N.” You simply stated.

“Where are your parents, y/n?” Roman questioned further.

“I don’t know…” You sighed. “I didn’t see them for a few days.” Roman looked up to Victor with worry in his eyes, and was surprised to see a smile on his face.

“Can we keep them?” Victor giggled a bit, even more when you grabbed his leg. “Please?”

“Y/N, would you want to stay with us instead of your parents?” Roman had asked you a very heavy question for a young child, but you had no idea what he would really be asking of you. Of course, you didn’t come from a happy life and this already seemed better. You just wanted a sense of belonging.

“Can I get ice cream?” You innocently requested of them.

“Of course, dear! What kind?”

“Uhhh…chocolate!”

“Victor, go get y/n some chocolate ice cream!” He commanded and Victor ran to fulfill your wish. “So, you’ll stay here?” He asked you once more.

“Yeah!” You exclaimed and hugged him around the neck. He felt his heart melt at your embrace and hugged you back, lifting you up to take you with him to the kitchen. “So, who are you?” You asked him.

“I’m Roman. And my partner over there is Victor.” He smiled to himself. In a matter of moments, he’d created a family. One he’d kill for.

Once you were given your bowl of ice cream, you were sold on this new life. Truth be told, you didn’t have the greatest parents. They were absent and neglectful, which was the exact reason Victor found you all alone. It was still unknown why he mistook you for the child of a notorious mobster. Roman had his suspicions that Victor had planned this, but he laid them aside knowing this was good for them. For you all.

The two of them scrambled to make you a room, promising to buy you anything you would ever want when tomorrow rolled around. You were thrilled to be taken in by these two strange men, forgiving both of them in your young, impressionable mind. Roman, for his anger, and Victor, for kidnapping and misleading you.

“Victor.” Roman lowly said after you were tucked in. “I do apologize for raising my voice at you.”

“It’s okay, I understand.” Victor looked down at the table, then felt a hand wrap around his.

“No, I shouldn’t have done it. Especially when you’ve improved our lives so much.” Roman sat beside him. “I don’t even care about that Maroni kid anymore. This is what I care about now. You and y/n.”

“You mean that?” Victor smiled and relaxed his tense body, worried that his mistake would be unforgivable. But Roman always forgave Victor, that was what made them so special. Now they had a new challenge to tackle together: fatherhood.

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Years after you’d been adopted by the pair of criminals with high status in the underworld, you’d grown quite accustomed to their behavior. It wasn’t unusual to find Roman frantic or angry, or a bit violent at times. But never toward you, he wouldn’t dare lay a hand on you or raise his voice to you. You could do no wrong.

You could also find Victor coming home from a late night, covered in blood—be it his own from a mark or someone else’s from a job—and being very nonchalant about it. It was always, “y/n! I’m glad you’re up! Would you like some ice cream?” They never left the freezer understocked, even if ice cream wasn’t your favorite anymore.

But there was one “normal” you’d never really get used to, even if you were used to their brutality. Roman was a well-respected crime boss, and to keep that respect intact, he had to do some rather gruesome things.

Well, he didn’t have to. It was a personal choice for him, you could almost consider it a hobby at this point.

You’d been looking for your fathers for going on an hour now, needing some permission slip signed for school. You wandered all their possible routes hoping to catch them across one, asking around to any lackey you managed to catch. No one had an answer for you, so you continued on until you stumbled onto a horrible scene.

One father held a segment of his victim’s hanging skin from their face as they shrieked at the top of their lungs. The sound pierced your eardrums and you winced momentarily. Then you saw the other leaned back in his seat with a bag of popcorn in hand, yelling words of encouragement to Roman, as if he needed them.

“You guys are really something.” Your voice startled them both, so much that you nearly had a gun pulled on you.

“Y/N! You scared us, I’m sorry!” Victor jumped up and ran to give you a comforting hug. “I wouldn’t have shot you, I promise.” You patted him on the back.

“I believe you, Dad.” You mumbled into his shoulder. “Can you just sign this thing real quick? Make sure there isn’t any blood on your hands.” Victor pulled away and wiped his hands on his shirt.

“Of course, of course. Roman, are you almost done with that? We should take our dear y/n out for a nice dinner soon, they deserve it.” Victor explained as he grabbed the pen and paper from your hands.

“Sure, that sounds nice. I should be done in a few minutes. Don’t rush me.” Roman continued dragging the knife under his chained victim’s skin and you shook your head at the sight. By now, this didn’t even faze you, it was just another day in your life. Well, maybe the first few times you had nightmares, but you weren’t a little kid anymore. Now, you could care less what your fathers did for work. So long as they gave you the world and their love, life was good.

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[gilverrwrites]

Morning After

Black Mask/Reader, 1.5K words

Request Info || Masterlist || Ko-Fi 

AN: This is a slightly updated repost of a fic I wrote in 2016. This is the only time I've ever written Roman with a removable mask.

You overhear a discussion not meant for your ears, the morning after hooking up with Roman Sionis. Rating: 18+

CWs: Swearing, graphic mentions of torture & death, death threats, mentions of sex, suggestions of drinking, manipulation, (mild) blood.

Please remember: You can do anything you set your mind to.

“I always knew we couldn’t trust that bastard. Call Tupeng, send him down to that backstabbing bastard home and make him pay for ever crossing me.” “Y-yes Boss, but what would you like ‘em to do to ‘em.” “Burn him, skin him, skin his whole damn family for all I care, just make it hurt. Make that pig regret ever squealing on us.”

Your hand clasped over your mouth but not before a startled gasp escaped your lips. What had you gotten yourself into? When you’d gone home with Roman Sionis for the night, you knew he was dangerous. Truthfully it was exhilarating to know you were in bed with someone so influential, so wicked, but you were suddenly realising that being close to his world was maybe a little more then you could handle.

When silence fell from the other side of the door you knew you were trouble. They’d heard you, they must of. Hastily, you scurried across the room to the window, hoping to make some kind of escape, the view from the window reminding you that you were on the third floor. Panicked, you began to search for a hiding place, only to be stopped dead in your tracks as the bedroom door was wrenched open.

What you saw next nearly shook you to the core. You’d recognise Romans white suit pants anywhere, you knew the way his muscles flexed beneath his tight black shirt, and even the white tie was familiar. It was the chiseled black skull that sat over his face that sent a shiver down your spine.

“You! You’re Black Mask!?” You stutter, attempting to get a grip on yourself. You’d heard rumours about this man, you’d seen his hard wooden face on the news, but you never actually thought you’d be standing face to face with him. More importantly, you never thought you’d wake up one morning to discover you’d slept with one of Gotham’s most notorious felons. The very idea of it simultaneously terrified and excited you in ways you knew were wrong.

Roman seemingly takes no mind to your realisation as he closes the door behind him and begins to focus on rolling down the sleeves of his shirt.

“Oh god. I knew you were… But THIS! This is… oh my god.” You wrapped your arms around your chest. The cotton of the shirt you’d stolen from him to sleep in now acted like a morbid comfort blanket.

Fastening the last button on the cuff of his dress shirt, Roman finally looked up at you.

“Exactly how long where you listening to that conversation?” His tone was abrasive, the mask did little to muffle out any of his anger and suddenly you remembered what was going on.

“I-I- only the end. I swear. I don’t even know who you were talking about. I promise.” You stammer. “I woke up and you weren’t here so, so I got up to look for you and as I reached the door, I heard you talking outside. That’s it. I-I didn’t mean to listen, I promise.”

The gangster didn’t say anything for what seemed like forever, he just stared, the subtle rise and fall of his chest being the only sign that he wasn’t a statue. You had no way of knowing what he was thinking.

“I believe you, Sweetheart.” He finally spoke up. His voice much calmer this time, the petname soothing you slightly. “I do.”

You breathed a sigh of relief, finally willing yourself to stop shaking.

“But,” he continued as he walked across the wooden chair situated in the corner of the bed. Suddenly, you remembered the loaded gun holster he’d left there last night, and your heart skipped a beat. With one hand he scooped up the leather holders and with the other he gestures for you to approach. “You’ve already heard what happens to snitches. How do I know you won’t go straight to the heat with this information? How do I know you won’t rat me out if the feds start asking questions? I don’t wanna see that good-looking face of yours get all cut up.”

By the time you were standing beside him you’d begun to shake again, even more so when he handed you the holster. Unsure what to do with it you held it at arms lengths, eyeing it warily. When Roman turned his back to you and stretched out his arms you figure that he wanted you to put him it on him. Cautiously you began to thread the straps over his arms.

“Well? Are you gonna answer me?” Roman prompted, shrugging his shoulders to make the holster sit a little more comfortably. You’d been so focused on the guns dangling in your hands that you’d forgotten he’d asked you anything. “I can’t have you wondering around when you know that kind information. Why should I trust you?”

“I’m not, I would never tell, I swear to you I won’t tell anyone. I promise and I would never break a promise.” You repeat the words under your breath as you step around him, your fingers brush against his chest as you reach to clasp the holster together at the front, only to discover that there is not clasp. You scrunch you nose up in confusion before a warm hand clasp around your chin and direct your face upwards.

A sense of dread fills in your chest as your stand directly in front of the famed Black Mask. The faint smell of polish fills your nose. He seems completely inhuman to you. You hear the stifled sound of him humming beneath the mask as his hand works across your chin, stoking your cheek before his fingers began to run through your hair.

You like the feel of his fingers, the way they move against your skin. Last night you’d been surprised to discover how soft they were, even as they’d dominantly explored every inch of your body. Memories of the night before ran through your head and sent a shiver down your spine. You’d be lying if you said last night wasn’t one of the greatest nights of your life, and before all this you’d considered leaving him your phone number. Now there was a voice in your head that keeps telling you what an idiot you are for ever falling into bed with this criminal. On the other hand, there was an undeniable attraction that made you weak at the knees, regardless of who he was or what he’d done. Besides, you’d already figured that Roman was involved with some dodgy stuff. His menacing attitude and ferociousness had been a big factor in what had attracted you to him in the first place.

Nervously, you looked up at him, wanting to make eye contact, only to be met with those unseemly shadowed out eye sockets. You sucked in a breath when you felt his free hand slide around your waist, roughly pulling you against his chest. You tasted the wood of the mask before you knew it was coming. The smell of would polish stinging your nose as he pressed the cold hard lips of the mask against yours. Briefly, you were taken back by this action, before you let go and kissed back, ignoring the swelling from last night’s kissing, you pecking the solid surface before pulling back.

Roman’s chest rumbled slightly, you heard an amused scoff come from beneath the mask before he untangled his hand from your hair to push the mask away from his face and resting it in the top of his head. Your lips twitch into a small smile when you can finally see his deep brown eyes. You notice a predatory glint, as he smirks back at you, before pressing his lips against yours. You the taste of last night’s alcohol was gone, but you welcomed the smoky wood flavours that filled your mouth. Gingerly, you rubbed his chest and he replied by be nipping at your bottom lip before, drawing blood and eliciting a quiet moan from you.

All too soon he pulled away, a look of self-satisfaction plastered across his face. Lifting one hand to your mouth, he wiped a small drop of blood onto his thumb before pressing it between your parted lips. Catching the hit, you dated your tongue out to lick up the coppery liquid. Once your tongue was back inside your mouth, he removed his thumb and replaced it with his knuckles. Gently pressing them against you bottom lip, and watching you expectantly. Less confidently you puckered your lips, lightly kissing each point, knowing this was considered a sign of respect or appreciation.

Once you’d kissed each knuckle, he pulled back his hand, releasing you from his hold and stepping back to retrieve his suit jacket from the back of the chair. He pulled the fabric on with ease then strutted across the room.  Bewildered by the sudden change of event you simply stood and watched as he pulled the door open before turning to you.

“Catch you later, Doll—lock the door behind me, yeah?” He grinned, shooting you a sly wink before pulling the mask back down. With that he exited, closing the door behind him.

[tarrenterror25]

hey, tarren! congrats on 100! that’s amazing! may i please request roman sionis with medieval/fantasy & “I feel things for you that I shouldn’t”? thank you!!!

Thank you so much, Kara 💕 Oh, my heart leaped at this request!! I hope you like what I've written up for you!

100 follower celebration

Roman Sionis x F!Reader

Roman Sionis + Medieval/Fantasy + "I feel things for you that I shouldn't."

"I'm tired of you avoiding me, my lady," the knight says from atop his mount as it trots beside you.

Your ladies-in-waiting giggle at Ser Roman Sionis' approach. The Black Death, many called him for his armor was pitch black like the night and his helmet he had fashioned into a skull with its teeth bared. He's known for being ruthless as well as quite popular with the fairer sex. This is not the first time he has approached you, in fact he was relentless in pursuing you. You've had some chaste stolen moments with him, but at the behest of your better judgement you have since ceased giving him your attention.

But Ser Roman is not one for taking no for an answer.

"It's better this way," you say nonchalantly as you continue to walk. He follows beside you trying tot navigate his steed through the streets.

"I don't accept that answer," he replies. "I don't accept that that is what you desire."

"You're right, I don't," you admit glancing up at him. "But I feel things for you that I shouldn't and that's why we cannot continue this."

"Call me a guilty pleasure then," he says with a sly smirk. "Indulge a little, my lady."

"You are guilty of pleasure, Ser," you quip. "How would I know your feelings are true? There are whispers of your prowess on the battlefield as well as off."

"Only whispers, my lady," he says dismounting his steed. "Fruitless rumors."

He stands in front of you, imposing even without his armor. His face is handsome though scarred, his dark hair framing his features.

"I can assure you," he says. "That were you mine, then no other would matter. You have my word."

You dismiss your entourage of ladies and turn to face him. "And what is your word worth?" you ask with all seriousness.

Oh yes, you know the Black Death's reputation; he is not known to be the noblest of knights, he has a history of dishonesty as well as other things. You've heard stories about how he toys with his enemies and how he doesn't strike them fatally so he can watch the life leave their eyes. Oh yes, you shouldn't feel things for him, but you do.

"Say you're mine and you'll see," he replies with a devilish grin. "I won't accept any other answer.

He's moved in close now, very close. His eyes bore into yours and flick down to your lips. He looks like he's ready to pounce on you like a vulture to carrion. You're stunned into silence at his intense aura, your heart drums loudly in your ears. He smirks and leans in close to whisper, his breath warm on your neck.

"I'll give you some time to think about it," he purrs. "But you should know that in the end, I always get what I want."

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Love Potion - Roman Sionis X GN Reader

Title: Love Potion

Roman Sionis X GN Reader

Part 1 (Could be read alone)

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

WC: 2,380

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You came back..."

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

"I did." You spoke softly.

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

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

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

You nodded, "Yeah, they are."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm glad." He spoke softly.

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

"I am." He confirmed.

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

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

You blushed, "Thank you."

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

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

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

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

"Where are we going?" You asked curiously.

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

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

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

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

You just loved his personality.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yours?" You asked, confused.

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

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

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

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

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

You bit your lip, "Okay."

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

You nodded, "I'd like that."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You forgot about them.

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

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

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

"I'm sorry," He spoke softly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Maybe," You answered softly.

He smirked, "Good."

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

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

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

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

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

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

You smiled at him, "I hope so."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You blushed, "What look?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[hypogryffin]

Thoughts on Akesumi?

not my cup of tea romantically but i do love their platonic dynamic

[sashi-ya]

𝑵𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹 𝑳𝑬𝑨𝑽𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑷𝑳𝑨𝑻𝑬 𝑼𝑵𝑭𝑰𝑵𝑰𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑫 SANJI X F READER ☆ ORAL; OVERSTIMULATION

You can’t stop trembling; thighs on fire, muscles tensing, blond hair tangling in between your fingers.

Arched back forming a bridge in between sweat and honey-stained sheets; the architecture of pleasure and lust, and a river of past paradise.

Moaning, unstoppable. Legs trying to close, being forcefully held not to do so.

“I can’t… I can’t…!” pleads that beg for mercy, but a hand that pushes his royalty face against your core.

He doesn’t care, he keeps going. Sanji, drown in an exquisite fountain of your elixir, keeps feeding off your flesh. Dancing tongue that even sometimes penetrates, wanders through the ups and downs of your sacred anatomy.

“I am going to burst…” you whine, in between tears that begin pooling on the side of your eyes and run through your heated cheeks. “I can’t keep going, I need you to stop”

Sanji knows you don’t want him to stop; Sanji knows you want to burst… but even he didn’t, he won’t stop. Not now. Not every time he eats you out.

No chivalry is enough to surpass the first law that rules his morals.

“I’m sorry, (Name)-swan… I was taught to eat everything on my dish, leaving it unfinished would be such a waste… specially when your sex tastes so delicious”  

[canisalbus]

https://www.tumblr.com/bluesodatab/735439636556627968

Machete and Vasco love child?

(Source)

[ficmotel]

Reminder: DO NOT SELL OR BUY FANFICTION. IT IS ILLEGAL, UNETHICAL AND JUST STUPID.

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[ellephlox]

Just imagine all the new gifs we're going to have at our disposal once DD Born Again drops. I adore the gifs we currently overuse with all my heart but dang, it's going to feel amazing to have some new ones in our arsenal

[arrowsperpetualcringe]

You are challenged by Students Ingo and Emmet!!!

They are Blueberry Academy alumni bc I say so—

[filthycagedsoul]

jason’s thick fingers playing piano in gotham knights has me chewing on my red hood plushie like—

[gilverrwrites]

Hi! Here I am with a Black Mask request 🖤. Could you write something where someone is threatening towards the reader and Roman gets protective about it?

Possessive Roman is great too but I wanna see this man go full protective mode!

You don't have to be sorry, Sweetheart.

Black Mask/Reader, 1.8K words

Request Info || Masterlist || Ko-Fi 

Rubbing my hands together like a hungry little racoon being fed. I forgot how feral this man makes me. I took me a while to find my Black Mask head space again, but my Roman is almost always based on an amalgamation of his 60-2000s-ish comic appearances, for reference. Oh and the mask, that does NOT come off. 🖤

Roman doesn't take kindly to an ex employee affronting you, after leaving you alone in a bar. Rated: 18+

CWs: Swearing, blood, spit, threats of violence, actual violence, and some more violence, switchblade, derogatory names: bitch, petnames: sweetheart, failure to wear seatbelts (- please don’t do that irl), protective Roman, somewhat possessive Roman, unhealthy relationship/toxic dynamics.

Please remember: You are stronger than your fears and doubts

Roman Sionis is no stranger to getting his hands dirty. In fact, anyone who’d worked close enough with him, himself included could tell you that Roman thrills in dirty work. However, there are some essential jobs that even Roman won’t touch. When these errands come up, there’s only one place to go to find a runt with morals low enough to get it done.

Noonan’s is the worst bar in Gotham, at least in your opinion. Roman didn’t seem to care much for it either. In fact, the first time you’d accompanied him on a business meeting there he’s told you; “This place is dicey at the best of times. Anyone touches you, says anything to you, so much as fuckin’ looks at you the wrong way, you come get me, alright, Sweetheart? I’ll set 'em straight.” And hadn’t let you leave his side until you’d sworn to come find him at the first sign of trouble.

Usually, you didn’t run into any real problems during the scarce amount of times you’d been there. Roman would conduct his dealings in a function room out back while you tried to keep to yourself. Most people knew who you were, who you were with, and were smart enough to keep to themselves. Nursing a drink in a dark corner typically didn’t draw any more issues than a few side-ways looks. Looks that didn’t seem worth mentioning to Roman. You love him, but he knows how to make a scene, and a scary one at that. It isn’t always worth the fuss. Usually.

It seems somebody was feeling unusually gutsy today. From the moment you’d entered, a familiar face had been watching you. You didn’t know their name, honestly, you likely couldn’t name a single person in this place. But you knew a lot of their faces, Noonan’s always seemed to draw the same crowd of washed-up and bitter ex-goons. Moments after Roman had taken his leave, your watcher approached, tripping over drunken feet until he was close enough to slam his drink onto your table, splashing you with beer in the process.

“Hey, you.” He leans over, pointing a finger in your face, far too close for comfort.

Careful to avoid elevating the situation you remain as still as possible, only moving your eyes in order to get a better look at him. Up close you can see smatterings of scars, and tattoos. He’s clearly tried to pay his dues with a lot of Gotham’s crime bosses and villains. A question mark, a penguin, a black skull.

“Yes, may I help?” You ask cordially, offering a smile.

“You’re Sionis’ bitch ain’t ya?” He slurs as he speaks, spit dripping onto his chin, and ricocheting towards you. “I got a bone to pick with that asshole.”

“Well, I’m afraid he’s busy.” You’d tried to be amicable but now your hospitable tone is gone, replaced with as much nonchalant venom as you can muster. “And his ‘bitch’ doesn’t want to talk to you.”  

“I don’t give a shit what you want.” He bangs a fist against the table. Luckily, you’d seen it coming and had had the foresight to grab your drink. But whoever this fucker was, had not. More of the amber liquid spills out onto the table. “That bastard fucked with the wrong guy when he laid me off. Do you know who I am?”

Do you know who he is? No, and you relay that information by staring at him with a pointedly blank glare.

“I said, do you know who I FUCKING AM?” Spit fires from his lips, hitting your face, you feel your already simmering blood begin to boil with each drop. “I’m. Henry. FUCKING Byrne.”

“Good for you, ‘Henry fucking Byrne’ but…” You shouldn’t say it, you know you’ll only provoke him, but he’s on your last nerve. “I. don’t. FUCKING. care.”

“You don’t care, I don’t bleeding care, I don’t care who cares! But he’s gonna care…” Your comment has set him into a long, drunken, incomprehensible ramble, you presume the ‘he’ in reference is Roman, but all other thoughts are cancelled out by the sight of Henry removing a switchblade from his back pocket. As he leans in closer, pointing the blade in your direction, the gravity of the situation sets in. If you don’t act soon, you might just meet your maker in fucking Noonan’s. Tragic. “He’s gonna fucking care when I wreck his bitch.”

Searching for a defence, an exit route, anything, your eyes dart around the bar, quickly locating your salvation.

His pristinely tailored suit highlights him amongst the crowd, the waxy polish of his mask glowing under the dingy low-handling lights. He advances with confident, assertive strides. Instant relief floods through you, followed by a completely different brand of panic.

Relieved to know that you’re almost certainly safe, panicked by the thought of whatever mess he’s about to make.

Despite the tap of Roman’s shoes and your obvious stare, Henry is too wrapped up in his own anger and babblings to notice the impending danger. Like a frantic school of fish being advanced upon by a shark.

He doesn’t deserve your kindness, but you offer it anyway, sliding your chair back, out of his reach as you shout; “Roman, don’t.”

“I just wanna talk.” He spits, holding both hands up, feigning innocence, showing that he’s unarmed. As if he needed a weapon to be dangerous. It’s a lie, you both know it.

Alerted to Roman's presence, Henry begins to turn but is stopped by a leather-clad hand fixing to the soft spot on the back of his head. With rapid force, he’s pushed face-first against the table. Once, twice, three times. Blood is pouring from his nose, mixing with the already murky puddles of spilt beer. Stray chunks of what you can only assume are broken teeth jump with every collision.

Henry’s knife clatters against the floor, narrowly missing your foot. You grab it, holding tight.

“Roman stop.” You say, certain you’re no longer at risk. “He’s had enough!”

Roman's brown eyes bore into you as he slows, gripping tight to your almost attacker's neck, guiding him back into a standing position.

“Do you think you’ve had enough?” He asks through gritted teeth.

“Yes, yes sir. I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Henry’s already slurred speech is muffled even more by his own fluids.

“Oh, you’re sorry.” Roman mocks, his neck is red with rage, his mask creaks as he juts his jaw back and forth, a habit you’ve learned is a calming mechanism, something he’d picked up since getting his pacemaker fitted. It isn’t working. “See ‘sorry’ isn’t gonna cut it, you need to be taught a lesson.”

Using his free hand, Roman reached over to you, pulling the switchblade from your clutching fingers.

“Cause you see, when you mess with what’s mine, you mess with me.” Tension hangs thick in the air, every patron is watching, waiting to see how this unfolds, what the infamous Black Mask will do next. “And nobody messes with me.”

“Roman.” You warn, standing and placing your hand on Roman's shoulder, gently tugging at him, urging him to cool off.

“Fine, I’m gonna let you go.” Henry’s face hits the table one last time with a hard smack, followed by the sickening crunch of his own blade being stabbed through his hand, pinning him to the table. “But be grateful, and know that if I see your face anywhere near us again, I won’t be so gentle.”

All eyes remain on you both as you turn to leave. Roman doesn’t care. He firmly wraps a hand around your upper arm, leading you between tables, past the bar, and toward the door.

“Let that be a lesson to all of you.” He chides the onlookers in one last display of warning, before making his exit.

The time passes in a blur as Roman guides you outside, summons the car, herds you inside, and informs the driver to take you home, all the while his hands never leave your form, but once the car starts running time rapidly slows.

You sit together on the back seat, in silence. Roman is not traditionally expressive, for obvious reasons, but you’ve been together long enough to pick up on his emotional tells. He’s rolling his jaw again, and flexing his hand in and out of a fist shape, trying to cool off, trying to prevent himself from snapping at you.

In an effort to help soothe his anger you manoeuvre closer, until your sides brush together. You move to place your hand on his chest, but he grips your wrist, denying you.

“What did I say?” He isn’t yelling, but there’s still an anger to his tone, and a hardness in his eyes that you’re not accustomed to being on the receiving end of. Before you can respond he continues; “I told you, if anything happens, you come get me. What was that?”

“I know, I know, but I’m fine.” You reassure, nudging your arm until he releases you. “I’m sorry, I thought I could handle him, but it just escalated so quickly.”

His look softens, never able to stay mad at you for long. He lets your hand fall against the soft fabric of his blazer. In a quick, practiced motion he lifts your legs up and over his own, positioning you into a cradled position. Removing his gloves before resting one hand on your lower back, and the other on your thigh where he strokes his hand in slow circles.

“You don’t have to be sorry, sweetheart, just promise me, next time you sense trouble, you come to me.”

It would be easy to lie to him, to make an impossible promise, he tells white lies all the time. But you know he values your honesty, he has expectations for you that he does not hold himself to, you’re the light to his darkness. “If I can, I will, I promise, but it’s not always that simple Roman. I’ve got to defend myself sometimes.”

He lets you talk, but he’s shaking his head, disagreeing before you can finish. 

“This isn’t up for discussion.” He speaks in the gentlest tone, a voice that is reserved for your ears only. “I know you’ve had to look out for yourself in the past, but you’re mine now, and always. You don’t have to do that anymore.”

Your back hits the plush upholstery of the car seat, contrasting with the hard wood of Roman’s mask pushing against your lips. You welcome the familiar mahogany smell, the taste of spice that invades your senses. Kisses from Roman are never gentle, they’re harsh and cold against your skin, no matter how gently he runs his hands along your body.

When he’s satisfied, he pulls away, just enough to get a good view of your face, to look into your eyes. The coolness of his forehead presses to yours.

“Nobody is more important to me than you.” His voice is sharp and gritty. He holds you just a little bit tighter. “I’d burn this city to the ground before I let anything happen to you.”

[casualwriters]

Love in the line of Fire- Roy Harper x fem reader

Summary ~ When you were trying to find Black Mask and to take him down you run into Jason Tod and Roy Harper and you hated every minute of seeing Roy again.

Warning ~ fighting, cussing angst and some fluff.

Pairing ~ Roy Harper x Fem reader

Trope ~ Enemies to lovers

This is not what you were thinking this was gonna be your night hunting down Black Mask Dropping through the window your boots silently hitting the floor of Black Mask house, Barbra was in your ear making sure you were okay during the mission, "I made it Babs " You said in a small whisper "Alright get in and out alright y/n" Nodding "I be out soon thanks Babs" You always knew she had your back when you were doing mission.

house was huge how did this psychopath who peeled faces off had the money, to have this house. Looking around the dark limp room were the stair case led down to the main room of the house you were being as quiet as you can when you heard the foot steps of the goons you looked around in panic trying to find a place to hide but there was no luck.

A hand bolted out from the shadow and you were dragged to one of the walls thrashing and kicking you were trying to make the person let go but there was no luck "I will murder you let me go" snapping at the mystery person why were they even helping.

Hearing the snicker from the guy who came into eye sight, his hair was messy and red under the baseball cap he always wore, and in his signature red cloths with his pack of Archers sitting on his back .

"What Made you think you can talk to me like that?" He cocked his head to the side. You saw Jason come out of the shadows he was wearing his helmet, and his guns were on his leg and in holders that were attached to his gear.

"Shut up" you snark at him and turned around the three of them were in the hallway away from the goons nodding and looking at Roy.

"Why are you two even here?" asking them and Roy spoke up He shrugged stepping with Jason a head of you "To take down Black Mask " he said avoiding your gaze

"You need to get out of here Darling" He said. Rolling your eyes you walked in front of Roy "No way in hell Harper " You said glaring daggers at the man. Roy Smile and he says "can you not just listen" the humor was gone from his tone smirking after lifting your chin in defiance "Wipe that smile of your face, and I may consider."

Jason looked at the two of them "You done" he asked his tone was cold but serious even if there was a sense of humor behind it without you two paying attention you both reply at the same time in a whisper tone but it was still loud, "No!" you two said anger was rising up.

"Who there" one of the goons spoke up you three were frozen like deer in head lights, eyeing the two men and there was no plan before you could go a head Jason took his gun out and did a clear head shot.

"Jay bird what the hell!" Roy said holding his bow out and one of the archer in the string. Laughing at his shock pulling out the pistol there were more goons coming outside of the room, from the corner of your eye you saw Black Mask fleeing from the hide out no way in Hell you were gonna let that happen.

"Y/n are you okay" Barbra said through your ear you stood up and aim your gun shooting one of the last goons who were not already on the ground with arrows and bullets. "I am okay" You said standing up but before you can say the last thing Barbra asked Roy grabbed your arm " What" he cut you off "Why did you not do what i say?" concern was over his face but he was masking it "Let's go Roy" You said trying to avoid what he said.

"We lost him" groaning you held your gun close to your self you saw Jason walking behind you and Roy the house was empty now after you three took all the goons, were dead on the floor.

Before any of you three could talk Black mask Gun rang out and you felt a bullet through your arm, "Harper " Mumbling out his name you fell agents the wall but through the blur of your eyes you saw Roy come over to hold you up "I got her, Jay" Roy said helping you up and all you remember was nothing beside Roy helping you up.

Waking up you try to move your body but wincing opening your eyes seeing Roy asleep right next to you in a chair he was slouched down with his baseball cap over his eyes.

"Harper" pushing his shoulder and leaned forward it was weird seeing him quiet and calm there relationship was not normal, He looked up at you and he smiled

"You okay?" he asked shaking your head and frowning "A bullet went through my skin not the best." joking he snicker you could tell that he was upset and worried about you

'"Just Stop" you said he looked at you puzzled he asked "stop what?" Roy said looking at you he could still tell how much of pain you were in "Stop being so nice.'' The room grew quiet has he looked down at you

"Scoot Over" He huffed a playful grin on his face wincing "Take it easy giant" mumbling has he laid on the bed his bed hair was poking out it was kind of cute.

His arm went over and laid on your shoulder, bringing back the old memories before everything went south sighing out loud, you didn't want to be comfortable her body was still in pain and on alert so she relaxed anyway Frowning and looking up at him his face was at peace, his eyes closed.

"One more huge before you fall asleep" talking was making you more drained You did not hear anything beside his arms wrap around your body his head laid in the crook of your neck, and for now whatever dislike or annoyance you had for each other it was gone.

"Good night y/n" he says his lips resting on your neck feeling them move has he talked resting your eyes before sleep took over saying "Goodnight Harper."

[jasontoddenthusiastt]

Batman: Death In the Family Interactive (2020)

You know what scares a criminal? It ain’t a guy dressed like a bat.

[sashi-ya]

五 𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗦𝗘𝗦 𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡𝗧: 𝐓𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦, 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 [+18] 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚓𝚒 𝚡 𝙵! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

✦ request: @thus-spoke-lo: Hi sashi! Congrats on 5.5k, that’s amazing! For your event, I was hoping to request Chocolate, cherries, and whipped cream w/ Sanji for f!reader? ➜ hi love!! thank you so much! And of course! I hope you enjoy 💖 ✦ tw: NSFT. food play. masturbation. sexualizing the cook as he beats the cream :P ✦ masterlist

There is an unbreakable rule in Sanji’s kitchen: do not waste food. And it’s that important that not even a woman could get forgiven by him if she did. No matter what you do, any plate should be finished and appreciated. (Not that it was hard to do so).

Yet, perhaps, there is always an exception to the rule? Right?

His delicate hands, only used for cooking, whip the cream on that clear bowl. The heavy milky liquid splashes to the side of that recipient, your eyes follow every white drop.

Seeing Sanji from behind, as he whisks the cream, made you giggle… “I wonder if that’s the way he looks when he jerks off” you think, taking your hands to your cheeks and feeling them as hot as the oven Sanji has turned on some minutes ago.

He started slowly. And now he goes fast, faster; forming peeks of white fluffy preparation. You bite your lower lip and bet his seed tastes as sweet as that Chantilly.

Sanji hasn’t noticed your presence yet. His earphones blast “La Vie en Rose” as he completely unaware enjoys with passion his cooking process. While you get to be a spy of such moment with your elbows on the breakfast bar and your chin resting on your hands.

Sunset comes through the porthole of the kitchen, kissing his golden locks with an orangey light; he hums to the French verses on his earphones as the cream is exactly at its perfect point.

The prince lifts the balloon whisk up to go over his mouth height and sticks his tongue out. The perfect peeks formed of his pristine sweet delight reach his taste buds making him moan so pleased.

Your lips separate. His refined profile, his straight nose, his slightly wavy hair… imagery as delicious as his foods.

You decide to stay quiet; you are sure he isn’t gonna take much to feel your presence; Sanji has an amazing observation haki…

But the blonde still doesn’t sense you and turns around in search for, what his grunts let you know, “the chocolate”.

You smirk, that’s gonna be a hell of a search… because you have the bars right in your hand.

“where the fuck… don’t tell me it was that damn marimo!... wait no, he doesn’t like chocolate… LUFFY!!” he screams, turning around so violently and yet so classy.

But instead of a gum gum boy with chocolate stains on his lips he finds you.

“(N-Name)-chan!” he squeaks, scandalized and surely ashamed for the improper language used. “I didn’t see you, were you talking to me? I’m really sorry I was listeni-“ he stops.

You lift your hand showing him the bars of chocolate; “are you looking for this, Sanji-kun?” you ask, smiling and looking at him with an intense gaze that turns his legs weak.

He blinks repeatedly. His cheeks become red like cherries. His visible blue eye widens. Sanji sniffles; you know what’s about to happen…

“I- I yes. Bu- but if you wish to eat them raw I can find n- new ones” he murmurs, standing frozen with still the utensil covered in whipped cream on his right hand.

“Oh no… and lose the opportunity to eat you?... I mean, your creation? I can wait!... oh, by the way, can I try?” you ask, smiling oh so innocently and pointing at the tip of the whisk.

The cook looks at his hand and swallows. He couldn’t say no. If you are asking for it, then you will have it. He nods and is about to take a spoon to scoop some fresh cream out of the bowl, but you walk and stop him.

Rounding his wrist you take the whisk to your mouth, and so deadly sexy you lick the rests of snowy sugary preparation while never taking your eyes from his.

“Mmmhhh… Sanji-kun!! Mhh! Your cream is always so delicious!” you moan, putting special emphasis on the “your cream” part while giving little jumps in place to make your boobs bounce.

“You- you like it…” Sanji murmurs, almost with no voice and trying so hard not to lose all his bloodstream through his nose.

You let go of his hand, reaching for his headphones and taking them away. As you do, you come so close to his face as you could possibly be.

Sanji is a true gentleman, he might tell women a lot of sweet compliments, but he would never touch one without her consent… and specially, if one of them really approaches him, he loses absolutely any will. Sanji becomes a prisoner of your eyes, he forgets to breathe, to even think.

“I like it, yes. However, and believe I know you are the expert here, I’ve read that sometimes Chantilly tastes better when it gets combined with the taste of a man’s skin” you whisper, reaching the bowl from over the counter and dipping your finger in it. “Would you let me try?”

You delicately smear the creamy contents of your fingertip onto his cupids bow. Sanji’s lips barely separate, his heart pumps as hard as ever and you can even feel the sound of every beat.

Slowly, but surely, you reach for his upper lip and with the tip of your tongue you lick clean the cream on top of it. You can feel Sanji’s legs trembling, those that are so strong and hot. His veiny soft and pale hands quiver too. He wants, he desires to touch your waist.

“I wasn’t wrong, Sanji-kun… wanna try too?” you invite him, smirking and smearing now a lot more cream on your lips, taking it down trough the commissure of your lip and into your neck.

And how much can a man resist such temptation?

Sanji changes for brief seconds; you can see it in his eyes. A darkness aura that bathes his eyes, the presence of his whole being that you know it’s nothing but haki… his hands suddenly grabbing you by your waist, lifting you up and sitting you right in the counter he was cooking in.

His lips attack yours, kissing you so desperately, as if he wasn’t able to contain himself anymore. His tongue in and outside your lips, going down, cleaning the cream off your skin with subtle grunts worthy of the Pirate King’s right wing.

Sanji rips your white blouse mercilessly, exposing your breasts. Your chest is like Heaven to him; it’s simply like walking through the sky.

“You got the cream, I got the chocolate…” you whisper. “And you got also the cherries, my goddess” he moans before attacking your nipples with his teeth. Pulling from them, making you whine in total ecstasy.

You reach for his pants, you have no idea how, but you are able to unbuckle his belt expertly. They fall into the ground, exposing his boxers as wet as your sex and as hard as he can be.

While he keeps devouring your skin, indulging in the taste of your flesh that becomes sticky as the rests of cream melt because of your heat, you reach for his sex.

Pumping hard, as you imagine he was doing while beating the cream, you give your favourite blonde so much pleasure.

He retorts, but you don’t stop. You keep going, making him look up at you with your free hand under his chin. “Come for me, come on”.

Sanji’s eyebrows join in the middle of his forehead, his all blue eyes closed, his lips separated… climaxing so beautifully right into your hand and reaching your belly.

“Such a good boy, you indeed had the cream…” you murmur, taking a little of his sweet release pooling on your belly button with your finger to your lips.

You taste it, and yes, it is indeed as sweet as Chantilly… “Delicious, Mr. Prince ~” you purr, as he attacks you and undresses you completely to fuck you mercilessly on top of his ingredients…

There was an exception to the rule, after all… and it was you.

[gotticalavera]

Au!FanxFan SanLuSan

Where Sanji is an internet celebrity for his cooking videos and blog. And Luffy is a rising star in professional boxing.

They have never met, but they are both fans of each other's work.