#romans sionis pov

[thegreatwicked]

WIP it good...

So, it's been a minute since I've made an actual post relevant to my writing and since I'm in hardcore analysis paralysis mode right now I'm leaving it up to you guy as to what writing project is a priority right now so here's what I've got:

Meditations: Maul/OFC; After returning to rebuild his homeward of Dathomir, with his brothers, under his mothers instruction as she is dying, he also has his mate Zeala by his side. Its a hot summer night and Maul has insomnia, so he tries a little meditation, his mate senses his restlessness and joins him and the two enjoy a little quiet meditation time, turns out meditation is great foreplay. NSFW, AU. One shot with room for more content. Written from Mauls perspective.

Thunderstorms: Hux/OFC, AU following the arranged marriage troupe. After a considerable rebel defeat the First Order decides it needs to present a unified image to the galaxy as they'll be running it soon; a PR stunt finds Hux being told since he's young, successful, good looking and tactical brilliance he needs a wife! He's given a list of candidates and he gets to pick, he's less than thrilled about this whole arrangement until he meets a woman as ruthless and smart as him. Selene Corvus. This is the story of her experiencing first thunderstorm and Hux takes some leave to surprise her, coming home to find her nearly cowering, he helps her forget the storm. This was inspired by Thunderstorm by Lady in Writing on TikTok. NSFW, AU

After the Storm: Hux/OFC, AU another Hux story because I'm a simp. SEX POLLEN TROUPE. Sort of. Hux, who survived his assassination attempt by admiral Pryde is now working with the Rebellion and is returning to base with his partner, Sola Vex when their shuttle is caught in an electrical storm and they crash on a small island. The island is full of dangerous flora and among that is the infamous sex pollen plant. Very long one shot with a twist. NSFW, obviously.

Unbreakable Bonds: Obi-wan/OFC, AU. This is a multi chapter semi slow burn between Obi-wan and the jedi sentinel he had a one night stand with ten years prior to RotS. Anakin stops Mace from killing Palpatine and he's made a proper master on the counsel, one day a surprise shows up in the form of Cressida Vox the sentinel Obi-wan slept with and she has his son who is now almost ten years old. With something of two scandals on their hands the council decides to reevaluate their long held stances on attachment along with Anakin about to be a father the time for change may be upon the Jedi, semi slow burn romans eventual NSFW.

Armitage: Hux/OFC, AU. My last Hux story for now, maybe. Hux survives his assassination attempt and joins the rebellion but only because everyone else wants him dead. In a revelation hux discovers his mother is alive and has been kept from him by his asshole father, when he fails to recognize her or acknowledge her in anyway Holdo is ready to have him executed not wanting to deal with him anymore. The agent who protected his mother, Sola Vex puts herself in the line of fire and offers to watch Hux and take responsibility for him until the brainwashing his father did can possibly be undone. She's not doing this for him but for his mother who doesn't want to see her son die. This ties into After the Storm and is a long term, semi-slow burn, eventual NSFW.

Shadows of Deception: Roman Sionis/OFC, AU. After witnessing a triple murder in Romans club, Belladonna Black makes a deal with Roman to avoid a similar death by playing the part of his girlfriend in order to establish a solid alibi and to help clean up his name. Fake relationship troupe, very NSFW, little slow burn, I was just sipping over this man and wanted to write something kinky.

Healing Hands: Jason Todd/OFC, semi AU. Jason returns to his vigilante girlfriend apartment one night and he's in bad shape. Haunted by his past and pain, he gives himself over to his girlfriend to take care of him. I made a Tumblr post about this some time ago. NSFW, but kind of sweet and sexy. One shot, maybe room for more.

Read to Me: Matt Murdock/OFC. Matt's girlfriend is an errotic novel narrator and she's reading a new book preparing for a new project while Matt is trying to work. But he cancer her heart beating faster, hear her breathing and know she's getting tot eh good part of her book. She takes a break and offers to read to him. NSFW, one shot.

It's No Good: Soldier boy/OFC, AU. Bored in a bar one night Soldier boy meets a woman who his charms don't work on, a woman who isn't putting up with his bullshit. When he basically calls her a tramp because she comes onto him when he comes onto her, she rips him a new one and tells him "When you're tired of quantity and want quality come find me." VERY, NSFW. One shot.

1001 Nights of Mischief: Loki/OFC(Siygn), AU. A series of sexy adventures between Loki and his beloved fiancé/eventual Wie Sign the goddess of fidelity. He follows he to Midguard to play a game with her, he finds her in a gentleman club and she offers to show him a new mid guardian custom she's learned for him, a private dance. NSFW, one shot with potential for more.

Ok, thats my main projects right now so let me know which one you guys would like me to work on next!

[sarah-nonaginta-novem]

Special and exciting announcement!

I started writing a fanfiction about our boy Jonathan Crane! The title is Ego Sum Non Infirma (Latin to English: I Am Not Weak). 😊 I've never wrote fanfiction before and don't have any professional writing experience, so I'm just winging it. The main plot is an idea that's been floating in my head for years now, and you all inspired me to finally write it. I honestly don't know how it will turn out. The story is set in my own AU which is basically BTAS, The New Earth Comics, Batman: Under The Red Hood (animated movie not the comic), Arkhamverse, plus some headcanons thrown into a blender. The main pairing is Jonathan Crane x Jason Todd. ❤ It will be about 10-12 chapters long, maybe shorter, because I don't want it to be too long haha. Here are more details!

Rated M for strong language, sexual themes (there will be a few sex scenes), violence/gore, addiction issues, mentions of suicide, mentions of rape, mentions of abuse, etc. Don't worry the whole story won't be terribly dark.

Genres: Survival Horror, Dark Fantasy, Action, Romance

Main Characters/Protagonists: Jonathan Crane/The Scarecrow (Main Protagonist, First Person POV), Jason Todd/Red Hood, Cassandra Cain-Wayne, Roman Sionis/Black Mask, Harleen Quinzel/Harley Quinn, Jervis Tetch/The Mad Hatter, Edward Nigma/ The Riddler, Bruce Wayne/Batman

Main Antagonist:

https://batman.fandom.com/wiki/Doctor_Gotham

If any of you have any questions feel free to send a message! 😊

[paprikadotmp4]

bruised and bloodied by paprikadotmp4 chapter 2: tooth and nail

!! NSFW + dead dove do not eat !!

TAGS: batman, deathstroke, sladejay, romanjay, rape/noncon, dead dove do not eat, implied underage sex, implied underage prostitution, implied forced prostitution, pseudo incest, dissociation, roman sionis adopts jason todd, slade wilson trains jason todd, wayne gala, jason todd is not robin, jason todd is not red hood, pov jason todd, additional tags to be added

"You want me to use a meat cleaver to beat you in a fight?" Jason drags his eyes away from the array of "weapons" to give Wilson an incredulous look. Wilson raises an eyebrow at him disdainfully. "I want you to try," he scoffs, making it clear exactly what he thinks of Jason's chances. "But if you manage to beat me, fine. Makes my job a hell of a lot easier." "But a meat cleaver?" Jason repeats, only for Wilson to growl. "Use the goddamn tongs if you want. But those are all you're gonna get." Wilson jerks his head towards the butcher's tools on the metal counter. "You going to keep whining about it or are we going to fight, kid?" Jason's eyes narrow at Wilson before he directs his glare back down to the weapons laid out across the tray.

[ao3feed-superbat]

Time and Place

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/wboGu1p by disgracedcosmonaut Early in his career as Batman, Bruce Wayne meets Clark Kent for the first time. They just keep running into each other. With every meeting, they grow closer, despite Bruce's best efforts to resist. Words: 6896, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Superman - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jonathan Crane, Roman Sionis Relationships: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: Falling In Love, Love at First Sight, Slow Burn, Love Confessions, well as much as bruce 'batman' wayne can be emotionally honest, POV First Person read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/wboGu1p

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Key to the Birdcage

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/ztLUvuP by gunpowder_and_pearls Dick Grayson can’t call himself a nice man. He can’t call himself friendly, not genuinely, and can’t call himself kind. His patience with stupid people is thin, and Roman Sionis is as stupid as Gotham can make them.   Or: Dick Grayson's POV of Jason, Tim and Sionis in CIACM Words: 4294, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 4 of Canary in a Coal Mine Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: Underage Characters: Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Roman Sionis, Stephanie Brown Relationships: Tim Drake & Jason Todd Additional Tags: Non-Consensual Touching, Alternate Universe - Mob, Crime Boss Bruce Wayne, Protective Dick Grayson, Protective Jason Todd, Angst, Whump, Guys there is comfort in other parts of the series, Dick spends most of this fic planning a murder, Creepy Roman Sionis, Hurt Jason Todd read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/ztLUvuP

[bookloover35]

Roman Sionis X Fem reader- I am not your toy (2) (smut).

Yns pov

Where we left off.

Yn: You heard me.

I'm not going to repeat myself.

I told him sitting on the table looking at him firmly.

When he realized I wasn't joking, he got down on both knees.

He looked at me with lust in his eyes, huh who could have guessed that Romen Sionis himself would like this.

He started to crawl towards me, so that he was right between my legs.

Then he looked up at me and waited for me to let him continue.

Yn: You know what to do Bigboy.

Right after those words had left my mouth, he began to kiss the length of my legs that I had thrown over his shoulders.

How lucky that I chose to wear a skirt today.

And how lucky that just today I chose not to put on any panties.

Roman: You are so beautiful my queen.

I ran my fingers through his hair and tugged lightly on his curls.

Could hear him start to growl.

Okay, then a kink has been discovered that Romen has kept secret from me.

Yn: Huh who could have known that Roman Sionis himself gets turned on when you pull his hair.

I said teasingly and pulled again and this time he moaned.

Roman: Please don't tease my queen.

Before I could say anything, I felt his tongue lick back and forth between my lips.

I started to moan from the nice feeling and now both my hands were in his hair and started to feel myself gunna back and forth and literally riding his face.

So he went on for a few minutes, then he interrupted and asked me.

Roman: May I use my fingers, my queen?

Yn: Good boy who asks, go ahead.

He looked up at me and smiled.

Then he went back, but now he sucked my clitoris and licked.

At the same time he took two of his fingers and started pumping in and out, god how I've missed him fingering me.

Yn: Roman faster.

His fingers began to pump faster and faster and at the same time he sucked harder on my clit.

I could strongly feel my orgasm approaching.

But it felt different this time.

Yn: Omg, I'm coming, I'm coming.

My orgasm felt like an explosion and when I had calmed down I looked down at Roman and saw that I had covered his face with my female juices.

Romen managed to make me squirt.

He looked up at me with so much lust I thought he was going to explode.

Roman: Am I forgiven my queen?

Instead of saying anything I grabbed his tie and pulled him up and kissed him.

I could feel the taste of me on his tongue.

I broke the kiss and said moaning.

Yn: You're forgiven.

Then I took my hand and started to caress his hidden hard cock.

Yn: Now you want me to help you with your friend?

Romen: Yes please.

I removed my hand and held out my arms so he could carry me to our bedroom.

He laughed a little at me and quickly gave me a kiss on my forehead.

Then he lifted me up and carried me to the bedroom.

Because one thing is clear just because I've forgiven him doesn't mean I'm done with him yet.

The end.

I know this story wasn't that good.

But I tried and I'm quite satisfied.

And to be completely honest I'm more comfortable reading than writing smutty fanfic.

But still hope you like this and Stay Awsome 🤪

[gothamstodd]

would it make me famous if I break down in the press? (3697 words) by gothamstodd Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types, DCU (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Cassandra Cain & Jason Todd, Dick Grayson & Jason Todd, Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne Characters: Jason Todd, Cassandra Cain, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Roman Sionis, Barbara Gordon Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Blood and Injury, Torture, Bruce Wayne is a Good Parent, Kinda, he's trying, pathetic bruce wayne, the fact that that's not a tag smh, Complicated Relationships, Bruce Wayne is Bad at Feelings, Jason Todd is Red Hood, Hurt Jason Todd, Jason Todd Needs A Hug, Public Torture, black mask being a cop out villian for hurt jason stories, Bad Things Happen Bingo, pov: bruce, third person but from his perspective Series: Part 3 of bad things happen bingo Summary: Bruce gets word from Barbara that there's a live video of Red Hood circling the internet, but it's not shaky footage captured by an awed citizen, it's a well-produced video of Black Mask torturing his son. bthb prompt "public torture" requested by @verytiredtrashcan - thanks!!

"A weight settles in Bruce’s gut like a stone, unrelenting and dreadful. Jason’s head is dropping forward, blood dripping from his mouth in a sluggish stream into his lap. He isn’t given much time to recover before the butt of a gun is swung hard into his cheekbone. His head whips to the side with it, but he doesn’t make a sound, chin lolling back to its position dropped against his chest. Bruce doesn’t have the volume on, but he sees Black Mask turn back toward the camera, laughter open-mouthed and cruel.

'Take a good look, Crime Alley.' Bruce reads his lips. Mask reaches around and grasps Jason by his hair, dragging his head back to show off a bloodied and swollen face to the camera, domino off kilter and expression blank, 'This is your hero?'"

[ao3feed-jaydick]

Clipped Wings

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/44317714 by GraveTiger "What the actual..." Hood can't believe what he's seeing. Deathstroke grins, "We caught us a Bat." ---------- In which Nightwing gets captured by several members of the Rogues Gallery and the world suddenly doesn't make sense (or) Red Hood walks into a nightmare and he's not sure he'll ever wake up Words: 1979, Chapters: 1/3, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Nightwing (Comics) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Categories: M/M Characters: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Roman Sionis, Jonathan Crane, Slade Wilson, Jervis Tetch Relationships: Dick Grayson/Jason Todd, Dick Grayson/Roman Sionis (Minor), Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson (implied), Dick Grayson/Original Female Character (Minor) Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, But also, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Because what is DC Canon, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Dick Grayson, Alpha Jason Todd, Rape/Non-con Elements, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Drugged Sex, Non-Consensual Body Modification, Bitching, Omega Dick Grayson, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Dubious Consent, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, alternating povs read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/44317714

[ao3feed-harleyquinn]

To Excess

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/ixPstKz by TrustTheToad Soulmate identifying marks au with vigilante self insert character. First chapter is just character context, the good stuff starts in chapter two Words: 12981, Chapters: 6/6, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics), DCU, DCU (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Jonathan Crane, Selina Kyle, Original Characters, Reader, Joker (DCU), Harleen Quinzel, Salvatore Maroni, Carmine Falcone, Edward Nygma, Oswald Cobblepot, Roman Sionis, Leslie Thompkins, Victor Fries, Garfield Lynns Relationships: Jonathan Crane/Original Female Character(s), Jonathan Crane/Original Character(s), Jonathan Crane & Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Self-Insert, Superpowered Reader, Soulmates, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Weird Gotham City, Vigilante Reader, Southern Jonathan Crane, POV Jonathan Crane, Edward Nygma is the Riddler, The Iceberg Lounge, Canon-Typical Violence read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/ixPstKz

[stardancerluv]

When You Take Care of Each Other

Part 3c

Summary: Alot of intimacy between Roman and Reader

Warning: sex, cock warming, dom!Roman, Daddy!kink

You stopped right in front of him. You could feel as his eyes as they moved over you. Your heart picked up speed, it was making you breathless. Letting go of the doorframe he closed the short distance. The scent of his cologne and him mixed, he was intoxicating. You yearned to kiss a trail of kisses up his throat.

“I’m still hungry for you.” He reached out and you felt as his fingertips gently grazed your cheek. Tilting your head into them you let yourself melt into his touch. “I am sad about something.”

You treaded lightly. “Oh, what was that?” Gently, you dragged his hand to your mouth and you pressed a firm kiss to his palm. You met his turbulent eyes as you did so. It was his dominant hand, he had just been doing something to defend your honor, it turned you on. It further caused a soft beat of arousal to blossom deep inside of you.

“I never found out whether you kept your word and wore no panties under your dress.” Despite his tone being subdued, it had an edge. You felt that edge. You knew it came from the part of him that lingered from his bad day.

“Have I ever lied to you?” You asked gently.

“No.”

“If after bringing me to that darkened corner, and if you had let this hand,” He let you guide his hand from your mouth to your throat between your breasts, moving further down you brought his hand to your soft torso and stopped just above the apex between you legs. “drift under my dress you would have felt that I didn’t wear any.”

His hand moved, he grabbed you. It caused a moan to pour from you. “I should have.” He squeezed. “Would you have liked that?”

“Yes. I like it when you touch what’s yours to have.” Your voice shook, he was stealing your ability think strait.

“It belongs to me.” He rubbed you gently, pulling soft sounds from you. You reached out to him, grasping his upper arms. He had made your knees weak. “You belong to me.” His lips just barely missed yours, as he spoke.

“Yes, I do. You take care me,” You watched his eyes grow as you moved as demurely as possibly against his fingers. “You protect me and tonight, you showed a pair of goons what happens when they mess with me.” Your voice shook and cracked as he rubbed you firmed arousing you further.

“Mmm,” he made a sound from deep within him. “Do you like this?”

“You are rubbing me here in your office? Where you tell the rest of Gotham to fuck off?” You smiled. “I do.” Saying it made you wetter. You loved the fact that you belonged to him.

His smirk grew. “You have been quite the good girl in here haven’t you?”

You nodded, your mind wandered to other times; when he first took you on his desk or he had a conference call with two rivals and you sucked at him. That had been particularly fun. “I like being good for daddy.”

He pulled his fingers back. You couldn’t stop yourself from making a sound, a soft pout forming on your lips. You already missed his touch when you felt its absence.

“I got you good and ready but I need more.” He sighed.

Reaching, you gently undid the knot of the belt of his coat. “What can I do to make you feel better?” You looked at him from under your lashes.

His free hand grabbed your mouth, a soft whimper came you. You saw that his eyes were burned, he was still angry. “Yes daddy?” You managed to say.

His eyes burned as he looked at you, wished there was something you could do to make him feel good. Though you were not sure where to start.

“Come with me.” He grabbed your hand.

You held it back your worry as he brought you to very open sitting area of the penthouse. It was there sometimes, you would watch the news or movies with Roman, when he had a night off. It had a large sofa, and huge over stuff chairs that matched along with another private bar.

“Make daddy a drink.”

You smiled brightly. He let go of your hand

“You can make yourself one too, but you can’t have it till I say so.”

“Alright, daddy.”

Despite the limited lightning on. Mostly, moonlight and shadows filling the room, you felt very exposed. Anyone who would by accident take the elevator to the penthouse would see you completely naked. The walls had window of differently colored squares. Luckily, you were high enough that no one could peer in.

******

Perhaps it was the mix of his day, maybe it was the compromise he made by not cutting that fuckers hand off but he was still furious. The arousal you caused in him mixed with his anger. Slipping out of his coat, he took one of his knives and put it on one of the end tables.

With a contented sigh, he sat in the middle of the sofa. Glancing over, he caught the lovely curve of your body. His stomach tightened.

“Daddy?”

“Yes, baby.” You came over with his drink. He welcomed you onto his lap.

He wrapped in arm around your back, as he took his drink with his other free hand. “What if Zsasz comes up here to tell you something?”

“He is going to see me fucking you.” He took a sip from his drink, yours always tasted better. He watched your eyes grow. “Actually, I turned the elevator’s access to the penthouse off.”

You relaxed. “Thank you, daddy.” You said sweetly.

He smiled, his hand went to your hip and he squeezed. “You may be mine, but you are not a vessel to me nor will I ever treat you like one.”

You moved a little, and his smile grew larger, as he felt your hand sneak under his suit jacket while he felt your lips as you begun kissing his throat.

“Y/N.” Your name was more a sound then your name. “Y/N, look at me.” His voice had more of an edge but felt it was needed.

You pulled back, he could see the hurt. It actually broke through his anger. Which actually took a moment to register, this he wasn’t used to. You were the only one who had ever been able to rid his anger or bad days without making them worse.

Well, unless you were both having bad day and well sometimes he mused, those darker times could be alot of fun.

He took another sip and attempted to chose his words carefully. Another thing, he wasn’t used to.

“Growing up, I was a fucking object for my parents.” He rolled his eyes. “I was supposed to become best friends with Bruce. So they could get into such and such country club.” He said in a mimicking voice. He took another sip of his drink.

“When I was younger I continued that behavior. Other girls I saw I would have let Victor walk in on. Well, to be honest they never made it past the club. No one came up here.” He gave you a smile, looking into your eyes which he couldn’t read. “You’re the only one I trusted and wanted up here.”

“Oh Roman.” You wrapped your arms around him. You just held him, feeing your soft body and he enjoyed it.

A soft sound came from him when he felt your tongue, your kisses. “Let me make you feel good now.” Your breath was warm as you whispered that.

He stretched out his arms and let you. “Please, baby.” He whispered back as he watched and let do as you wished.

Your fingers easily opened and untucked his shirt from his slacks. He felt as you gently rocked against his growing hard on. “But don’t tease.” He met your eyes.

“Alright, not tonight.”

He smirked, damn you were just too good.

Your fingers made quick work of his belt and the zipper of his pants. He loved the intake of breath you always made you freed him from his pants. It always made him harder.

You scooted away for a moment, smiling he let you removed his pants. Straddling him once more, you looked at you and held you closer.

Your already wet warmth trembled against him, as he kissed you. He groaned as you continued to rub lushly over him. “Take me inside of you baby.”

You nodded but first you reached for his glass, he held it just out of reach, “I have an idea.”

“Oh?”

“First, I want to be nice and deep inside of you.”

You closed your eyes and made a soft sound. “Mm I want you to be as well.” You were breathless. You sat up and soon, with a moaned you lowered yourself onto him.

“Now don’t move.” You looked confused. “Be a good girl and don’t move.”

But you moved a little.

He smacked one of your ass cheeks which he realized felt really good.

“Daddy!” You yelped.

“I told you not to move.” He gently but firmly reminded you.

“Ok.”

“Good girls don’t move when daddy’s cock in them.” How quickly you sat a little straighter was not only endearing but was incredibly sexy. It also felt amazing. “Good girl.” He smiled.

Looking at you, he slowly finished his drink. “This was really good. Thank you.”

He noticed, when he spoke you would tighten and loosen around him. “You feel so good.” He added, before he took out the little sword that held the three olives, placed the glass down.

He grazed it against your lips.

“Would you like one of daddy’s olives?”

You nodded.

“Now just one.”

He swallowed as he watched you pull one to your mouth by your lips. Your breasts were so soft, and you were as tight as little flower buds; and just as sweet to look at. He gently grazed one bud, then the other one you wiggled on top of him but it felt so good, he wasn’t going to stop you.

He made a soft endearing sound. “Feel good baby?”

When the cool liquor trailed a path down your body, he didn’t stop you from wiggling then either.

“Yes.” You only wiggled a little. “I will never think of those olives the same way.” He did it again as you spoke I’m enjoying the sounds it caused.

Making sure you were watching, he ate them and tossed the sword. Bowing his head he licked at one of your luscious pink buds. He made a soft sound as he felt your fingers in his hair. He lingered a little longer as he heard you moaning more. He finally went on to the other little bud. When be pulled back he met your eyes. “That is the only kind of shot I want. You’re soft warm body and some liquor.”

“Please.” You whimpered.

He smoothed his hands up your thighs till he held your hips. “Ride daddy baby.” He move enough, so you had some room.

Together you moved, your moans mingled and became one. Sloppy, hungry kisses finally were exchanged. He continued to you hold and he moved with you. Damn, it felt so good. Your fingers moved through his hair, even tugging a little which only made everything feel better.

After, you came hard against you arching in your glowing moan that filled the entire penthouse, he held you as he finally came hard himself after continuing to move in and out of you.

Gently, he held you as you melted soft against him. He gently ran his fingers up and down your back. You still fell into a gentle sleep with him in you. Holding you, he let himself fall asleep too.

Leading into a Sunday, when he woke sometime later dawn was coming the sky was that particular shade of blue that fills the sky before the sun arrives. It made him chuckle softly. They had slept quite a while like a statue of lovers, who never wanted to part.

You gently stirred.

“Baby,” He whispered, let’s sleep more comfortably in bed. “Yes?”

You gently moved off of him and after shedding his shirts, leaving them there he scooped you up.

****

Still half asleep you curled up to him as he pulled the blankets up. Right now, that exactly what he wanted. Somewhere, in the recesses of his shadowy mind, he hoped it would it was enough to keep the nightmares away.

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[nanagoswife]

Bending The Law - The Masterlist

You are a lawyer as well as a daughter of a well known crime lord and you just finished the biggest and hardest case of your career. When you go out to celebrate, you come across the infamous Roman Sionis, a man you had never met but you had heard lots about. Somehow, you catch his eye and, once you start talking, you realise you may like him more...

Note: Any warnings for chapters will be at the top along with word counts and summaries.

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[thegreatwicked]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you for the tag @pickleprickle!

1. How many works do you have on AO3? Currently seven but there will be more oe shots soon...

2. What's your total A03 word count? 149,505

3. What fandoms do you write for? Currently Star Wars and the DC verse are my top two, but I also write for Assassins Creed, the Walking Dead, Once Upon a Time, Supernatural, and some Marvel.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Bet You Wish You Had Me Back (Shane Walsh x FOC) SMUT one shot

Unbreakable Bonds (Obi-Wan x FOC) Slow burn, eventual smut/romance

Shadows of Deception (Roman Sionis x FOC) SMUT. SMUT. SMUT.

After the Storm (Hux x FOC) One shot; smut, sex polle troupe... kinda.

1001 Lonely Nights (Dean Winchester x FOC) Smut, one shot

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Yes! I love talking to you guys, your comments make my day and make me want to write more!

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I suppose it would have to be 1001 Lonely Nights, I don't currently have much angsty stuff right now but trust me thats about to change very soon as i'm dipping my toes into the murky Sith Obi-wan waters...

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? I think it would have to be Bet You Wish You Had Me Back, and only because as of right now that story is complete.

8. Do you get hate on fics? I haven't but I'm sure theres someone out there with something shitty to say...

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? YES. All the smut. All the time. Give me more of that sweet and spicy capsaicin.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? I haven't but there cold be a good one out there I haven't gottent o or discoveed. Truthfully I'm not a huge fan and I much prefer leaving fandom easter eggs for you guys to find.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I'm aware of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Nope.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? No, but that could be fun!

14. What's your all-time favourite ship? Oooh... Thats tough, I love my OCs... But If i had to choose I'd say Bruce Wayne/Batman x Selina Kyle/Catwoman. The Bat and the Cat.

15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I don't really know, I have lots of WIPs and I think I'm doing an ok job on all of them writing fairly frequently, for me its simple matter of 'It''ll be done when it's done' but lovely comments do tend to speed up the process. ;)

16. What are your writing strengths? I've been told my smut is very poetic and emotionally evocative and you can get a sense of more than just the physical interactions between the characters adn you have a feel for what they're going through and thinking. I've also been told I write very good first person. I like to write first person POV from established canon characters like Jason Todd, Obi-wan Kenobi, Darth Maul, etc because we don't often get a look into their minds and it's fun to wear their boots.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I really don't know, I know I tend to bite off more than I can chew...

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? It depends, I have a story I'm writing from the POV of a British character and thats similar, but I feel like, if I can't do it right and believably then best not to do it at all.

19. First fandom you wrote for? Probably Lord of the Rings. MANY moons ago.

20. Favourite fic you've ever written? It's a tie between Unbreakable Bonds and Shadows of Deception. I love them both because both OCs are different and both male leads; Obi-wan Kenobi and Roman Sionis are VERY different, despite being played by the same actor. That wasn't planed, I swear...

No pressure tags! @heyhawtdawgs, @split-spectrum. @firstofficerwiggles, @ladyinwriting18. @blueeyedheizer, @thenightmarketofdathomir @acciotwinz, @221bshrlocked. @littleredwing89. @murdockussy. @kittyofalltrades. @jedianjakenobi. @eloquentmoon. @amhrosina. @rebelbluerobin @anatee, @wickedscribbles on AO3 @thefamilybruno (you too, you fantastic writer you!)

If I tagged you then I've read your stuff and its amazing, have a lovely day you fantastic people you!

[kneamet]

The Caged Bird

Trigger Warning: angst, yandere, alcohol, obsession

Word Count: 4737

Character: roman sionis/reader

Summary: It's been a few months since your death and Roman is still at odds with himself: dozens of empty bottles of alcohol are scattered in his apartment, the club is given over to the guardianship of Zsasz, and he himself no longer appears in public, without contacting anyone. He thought that he would never be able to return to normal life again, however, until Victor came to him with important news that he had seen you in a small diner.

POV Roman

His right hand was tightly clutching a glass bottle of intoxicating whiskey, the most ordinary that he could only find in his apartment; the white label with gold vignettes tried to look like something incomparably expensive and high-quality, but Roman knew their price, which was nothing worthwhile. At will, he could, swearing hysterically, send workers to buy him something more pleasant — whether it was taste or even a simple appearance, it was absolutely not important, — but at the moment he did not care about conventions; he was just enjoying the disgusting taste, trying to drown out the sorrowful thoughts and recover from the incident that happened a few months ago.

It had been some time since the death of his beloved, which forced him to experience the forbidden feelings of pain pressing in his chest again, and Roman could not control himself: constant apathy from the side, from whose it became nauseating, tormented his soul, and his heart was once again torn by vivid memories imbued with the spirit of light rebellion and that romance emanating from his beloved. He never believed that he could really fall in love, like a boy living next door and leaving flowers on the doorstep in the hope that he would be reciprocated.

The sweaty pads of his fingers pressed on the crumpled glued photo — the furious breakup of which he still regrets, — it seems like an instant second, and his eyes will become wet from sudden tears. His nose itched softly with the next sigh, and hands trembled at an incommensurable pace. He didn't want to cry; Sionis knew that this is the lot of weak people who are not able to survive problems on their own and cope with them by effective methods.

Real, sweet, dreamy, friendly, confused — Roman could describe in so many words the unimaginable smile of his beloved bird in the photo, but he just couldn't find the right one; too perfect; too charming. She smiled, giving it only to him — the only man in her life, — and Sionis was deeply honored that he was the one who received her extraordinary and sincere love. Roman looked at the picture, unable to express everything he was thinking about; this was the only photo of him and his beloved that managed to capture their true love. It was done... Whether it was Zsasz or a simple subordinate, he won't be able to say for sure, and it's an unimportant detail.

He took quick sips of whiskey, not having time to swallow, tightly closing his eyes in reluctance and throwing his head slightly up. Again this pain, again this unbearable feeling of bitter loneliness, which is eclipsed by liters of alcohol in anticipation of a miracle. In the expectation that his beloved will be with him again and will once again illuminate this lifeless place with her charm and love, her all-consuming energy and bright energy.

"Fuck," Roman muttered when alcohol spilled on his expensive white T-shirt, slightly wetting the purple robe from the limited collection, but more worried about the condition of the bed linen, — one of the multiple reminders of his beloved, they chose it together, focusing on common tastes. He looked down, noticing some drops on the gray tile reflecting the light pouring from the open windows; Sionis would definitely order another servant, whose name he didn't even bother to remember, to clean the floors. ”Shit..."

Roman put an almost empty bottle on the floor near a small bedside table. Resting his elbows on his knees, covered with pale orange pajama pants, he buried his fingers in the messy brown curls — which had always been put with varnish and gel in a perfect hairstyle, which sometimes made them wet, — and pulled them slightly, covering his face with his palms. No one would see him here anyway; who would care about him at all?

It seems as if an eternity is passing — as if an entire epoch is rapidly and nimbly rushing past him, — when there were a couple of hurried knocks on the door. On a loud exhalation, trying to breathe in a measured and refined way so that none of his subordinates could see his condition, Roman gave the order to enter in his brisk, familiar voice.

Roman didn't look up when the door opened.

Roman knew who had come to him.

Roman knew that Zsasz would feel sorry for him again. He was not capable of more, even if he was terribly worried about the condition of his boss; however, orders, whatever they were — capricious and suffocatingly pleading, — he always obeyed with the obedience of a yard dog. Roman was always surprised by Victor's naivety and his need for control from the outside.

"Yes, Zsasz? What else happened at the club while I was away?" Roman tries to hide the pain and genuine feelings through sarcasm, as if defending himself. But he knows that all those people whom he trusts have long recognized him. “Did you manage to kick someone out? Or stabbed? Or maybe even...”

"Boss, we have a serious matter," the tone sounded insistent and steadfast, which made Roman shiver slightly on the spot; but he did not look up, only removed his hands, relaxing his wrists and letting them hang from his knees, taking a deep breath.

"And what is it? Is it really so serious that it's worth taking me away from affairs?" as if he had real affairs, and not endless wandering around the apartment with bottles of this or that alcohol, taken either from his personal collection, proudly standing in the hallway-living room, or from the bar, from where Zsasz brought him food; Roman had long appointed him in charge.

Sionis was sure that Zsasz was standing at attention in the middle of the room; he was sure that he was looking at him with a bored and dangerous look, plunging all the victims into a state of fear, making them shudder. Roman was tired of this, he was tired of this way of life — lately he increasingly wanted to give up everything and just give up.

"You gave me the day off today, sir, and I...”

"Did I give you the day off? Yes, I gave you the day off," trying to convince himself, Roman nodded in confirmation of the last words. He didn't even look at him; the sight of people so disgusted his body, prompting him to spit out all the water he had drunk.

"So, I went to rest. You know, to unwind there, maybe buy something. And I...”

"Oh my God, Zsasz, why the fuck are you so slow?" interrupts Roman again, whose mood, it seemed, could not have deteriorated much more. But it seems to Zsasz, the only one who managed to do it; even the cleaning lady who came to him on Tuesday, who shook her rights, was not as annoying as this sudden languor of Victor. Roman stared at the wall covered with light monochrome wallpaper and waved his hand.

"I saw Y/N.”

One — and the heart seems to have stopped beating.

Two — and Zsasz's words echoed in his head, rushing past.

"You couldn't see my bird, she died, idiot," after a long and prolonged second of reflection, Roman spoke uncertainly; his voice was doubtful, — she couldn't stay alive! She was shot! He held her body in his arms while pitying tears replaced his cold and excited state! His beloved could not betray him. «She loved me!»

"But I saw it, sir. Like the fact that she was sitting with some guy," Roman's eyes widened and his pupils narrowed invisibly. He turned to Zsasz, — immediately curling his lips at the appearance of his killer; he was wearing such a tasteless plaid shirt! and he opened his mouth slightly, squeezing the orange pillow tightly; the nerve above his eye twitched. A guy. She was with a guy.

She is his favorite sweet bird! She deceived him and started spending time with some unknown guy! She was his! She belonged only to him! No, no, no, no; Roman did not want to believe that his beloved, whom he truly valued, had betrayed him, and even in such a vile and vile way. But he kept her body in his own club — where he almost never went down now, — and cried! He squeezed her hands, hoping that at least something would change while she was being taken to the hospital...

"What?" Roman tried to keep his voice even and steely, as if there was not that spineless state when he did not particularly want to live. "What?”

It seems that hysteria does not take long to wait. Roman is too excited, too depressed, too angry. He jumped out of bed, leaving behind sagging rumpled sheets, and his face was clouded by a rude expression. Everyone knew that at such moments being in the same room with him is not that scary, it's dangerous, — you never know what a psychotic rich man can come to mind that half of the city will be cut in the triumph of madness over reason.

"What the fuck?" Roman shouted, splashing his hands at head level, fingers spread wide; his gaze continued to remain insane, — the same way everyone used to see him: detached, seductive and furious. He angrily looked at  Zsasz, coldly watching the boss and clasping his hands behind his back, and exclaimed: "My bird is my thing! Mine! Am I asking too much? Then why is all this happening?" Sionis couldn't stand it, piling everything on Victor. He couldn't stop in the disappointment of his beloved. He knew she loved him, didn't he; she couldn't feel anger or unwillingness, he saw her face during sex, knew what she was feeling!

So why did she run away, having deceived him in such a disgusting and vile way?

Roman has absolutely no control over himself, — before, during severe stress, all he needed to calm down was a simple and unpretentious murder, which would not upset anyone. He picks up the bottle left untouched and throws it towards the wall with all the force possible, — it breaks: sharp fragments scatter within one foot, part of the water spills onto the floor, and the other part remains an annoying imprint on the wallpaper; it is unlikely to be an easy task to erase it.

Roman's lips, cracked from frequent biting, closed into a thin line as soon as Zsasz took a step towards him, raising his hands in a sign of surrender and hoping to somehow calm him down. Sionis was breathing deeply and loudly, his breathing was erratic and irregular. He followed Victor's movements, clearly trying to assess the situation sensibly. But Roman couldn't; he was in complete shock, — being happy and furious at the same time.

After all, his sweet bird was alive! And that meant endless hours of happiness.

"Sir, I'll get her back, I promise," Zsasz said, grabbing the boss by the hands, raising his eyebrows and smiling. Roman only twisted his face, feeling the suffocating captivity during touching, — the only one who could touch him was his beloved and no one else; only she, apparently, did not even want to see him. He turned his eyes downwards, focusing on the floor and the broken bottle. "Why don't you go downstairs for lunch? To unwind.”

"Yes," Roman smiled, somehow awkwardly, but trying to look charming, removing Zsasz's hands from his body. He respectfully moved away, giving freedom. "I'm going to change," Sionis went to the large beige closet that he used to share with his beloved sweet bird, and touching the handles, stopped. "And order someone to clean it up," frowning contemptuously, he nodded at the shards, immediately paying full attention to the endless expensive costumes.

Roman knew that the choice to impress his beloved was unusually long and huge. And at the moment, he was deeply angered by Zsasz's obsessive continued presence. Exhaling loudly, he rolled his eyes and cast a quick glance at Victor, who was standing with his legs bent and attentively examining the boss.

"What else? Come on, Zsasz, I have to choose a suit."

"Do you need her boyfriend alive?"

"I'm her boyfriend!" even before he could finish the sentence, Roman interrupted Zsasz almost in mid-sentence; he was incredibly angry with these words, — his bird can't have anyone but him; no one has the right to touch her the way he touched her. Instantly calming down, as if this sudden outburst had not happened, Roman stretched his head, turning back to the closet. "I hope the puny kid-boy isn't a problem for you? "

Roman knew that a positive nod would have followed from Zsasz at that second without even looking at him; Victor's actions were as predictable as possible for an assassin. There was a soft knock announcing the closing of the door, and Roman just frowned, not deciding on a choice. He was holding two types of jacket in his hands: one was with pinkish shades, under which one could safely wear a white T-shirt; the second had the properties of blue, and in itself was corduroy.

Roman could have been tormented for a long time over the costume election, but one thing he knew for sure — it be a wonderful show!

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POV You

The only thoughts that mercilessly took over your poor mind were that you were finished; you would not get out, the chance for a happy life was lost once and for all. You knew that you were going straight to death, to the very hell of all evil, — Roman will never forgive you for such an escapade as an escape, and that will probably only aggravate your already unfavorable position, which you will never envy. Many people wanted to be with the Criminal King of Gotham, but no one knew about what was happening behind closed doors and with what pleasure Roman watches the sophisticated tortures of the new victim.

It seemed to you as if the car had been driving along an endless road for an eternity: it seemed to have neither beginning nor end. The unnerving silence —you and Zsasz were the only ones present in the salon, — pressed on your nerves, causing your lips to tremble and your hands to tremble imperceptibly; no matter how hard you tried, but it turned out to be a difficult task to bring yourself to your senses again. You leaned your forehead against the window, lost in thought — sometimes looking at the imperturbable Victor because of the reflection, — and quietly, just not to cry, sighed, peering into the distance: with every kilometer there were fewer cars, and you were only getting closer to the club.

This makes you shudder inwardly: life with Roman made itself felt — you should always remember that the apartment above the club — the one where he felt like a king, — was the very place of torture, at the mention of which the stomach curled. You didn't know what he could have prepared for you as punishments, but hardly anything good. Escape was punishable, and betrayal, so also in such a vile way — deception, — was punishable by death.

Until now, wherever you were, in whatever bed you slept, the dreams were always the same: here you are standing in the middle of the room, trying to find a way out; here you see the bloody body of Harley, from which practically nothing remains; and here is Dinah, whose death you were forced to look at without closing your eyes. Naturally sobbing, you attract the attention of  Zsasz, furtively glancing at you thanks to the driver's mirror. He casts an indifferent glance at you, and you know that he always didn't care and always will; you gave up on him, only after all, «you hinders the boss, he's become quite a wuss».

"Listen, baby, I didn't hire myself as a babysitter, you don't have to choke on crocodile tears, I know you," looking up from the road, Victor hinted at you so that you shut up and didn't bother him. "We'll be there soon anyway," he turned away and positively chuckled, noticing how you flinched from the threats and only nodded. Your body was shaking violently, because the path was getting shorter and shorter.

You wanted to lock yourself in a room alone and let your feelings get the better of you, you wanted to put your condition on public display, but you knew that Roman — like everyone else, in principle, — would not care about it. He will probably just curl his lips at your behavior and roll his eyes, hysterically swearing and demanding that you stop. But you can't, because animal fear has mixed with human reason.

Confused and booming breathing, a trembling jaw and an unpleasant burning sensation in the nose are almost the only thing that prevents you from concentrating and coming up with an excuse for your «disgusting ungrateful behavior». Roman will shout, swear, blame you for all the troubles, not noticing his own disadvantages, — because Roman Sionis does not have them; he is innocent; it's all bad around, and he is not to blame for anything.

The car stops; your heart seems to stop beating. So the moment of death has come, — merciless, bloody and vindictive. No one dares to betray Roman Sionis, and no one will ever say goodbye to betrayal or just get away with it. Oh, no, he will prepare such tortures, which in the ninth circle of hell will seem like a kindergarten and entertainment for children.

"Come out already," Zsasz responds, seeing how worried and afraid you are. He raises his eyebrows, pointing with his chin towards the door; you feel disgusting for a couple of seconds from the wrinkled scars. Pulling out the sleeves of a black shirt, covering your hands, you slam the door. Pleasant air hits your nose and you even want to smile on the eve of freedom, but your face quickly darkens when Victor's hand touches your shoulder and he forcibly pushes you towards the building.

The club smells as usual — the vile smell of alcohol and expensive drinks, sexual tension when a man greasily winks at a very young waitress, but now there is no one here; you imperceptibly frown, opening your mouth: Roman could not just close the club, it was his entertainment! You walk slowly, under the guidance of Zsasz, straight to the door to the apartment on the second floor, right in the place where Roman sits like a bird on his nest and enjoys the views of helpless people.

"The boss is already waiting for you," Zsasz informs, gritting his teeth, and you give him a quick, frightened look, touching the white door handle. "And he's very disappointed," Victor added, before looking you in the eye and leaning against the wall, picking at his shirt pocket, — she's expensive, probably, and cute.

Taking a deep breath, you suck in air and jerk open the door, leaving behind. You looked around the front room in the hope that Roman decided to mitigate the punishment and meet you here, but not all dreams are destined to come true — you still did not understand how you were found. You changed everything: appearance, repainted in a different color, name and old place of residence, put on lenses; according to your calculations and fake death, no one should ever have found you!

But Roman had eyes and ears everywhere, there was hardly a single place where he would not rule; perhaps he would remain master in any situation. And now you were really scared like never before — your knees were shaking and you forced yourself to walk through this damn guest room straight to Roman's room — your and his shared room, how could you forget, — hoping for the carelessness of punishment. Menacing masks and statues looked at you, including the statue of Roman, almost threatening.

"Come on, baby, don't worry, he won't eat you!" Zsasz scoffed, but, apparently unable to stand it, approached you with a disappointed expression. You swallowed; would it have been better to die at the hands of Roman or his killer? Without having time to give an answer to his thoughts, Victor painfully grabbed you by the shoulder and opened the door, pushing you into the room of death. You're finished, you're dead for sure. "Boss, you have guests.”

Your body was numb, you didn't dare to move; Roman looked at you in a moment, looking up from aimlessly walking around the room, and smiled — so kindly, so warmly that your heart squeezed again, — but not because of submission and love, but from subsequent painful actions; the smile gave you a sign, a hint that only you understood: the show is just beginning. You knew how much pain he could cause if he wanted to, and you never wanted to get into a hot hand. But at the moment, it was you who was the provocateur.

"It's wonderful, Zsasz, you can go, and my sweet bird and I will have a nice chat," the smile did not leave his face even when he looked at you; probably he was amused by your helpless situation. Roman waved his hand at Victor, as if waving him off like an annoying fly. You twitched a little, suddenly feeling the lightness of your shoulders.

There was a knock.

You and Roman were left alone in the room. You didn't dare to step in first — all the words, all the thoughts literally disappeared. You were shaking imperceptibly, you were worried as if you were not yourself, swallowing non-existent saliva. The body burned as if it had been pierced by thousands of small needles; as if you had been doused with boiling water. Gaze was directed down to the floor; you didn't dare to look up, you were afraid. You was afraid that Roman would get so angry that bruises would remain, — which would complement the previous ones.

You need to ask for forgiveness — it flashes through your head, and you decide that this is the right move; maybe you can soften the mood of the Novel and get out of the water dry. After all, this was only the first escape, not the third or fifteenth. However, the most secluded corner of mind suggested that this could only make him angry. An oppressive silence hung in the room, which seemed to be possible to cut. You looked like a little animal: just as fragile, just as pathetic.

"I'm really sorry... I wanted to say that... That I'm sorry, Roman... Forgive me for what happened...”

"I don't remember letting you talk, bird," Roman interrupted you, thrusting his hands into the pockets of his blue corduroy trousers. He looked at you appraisingly, grinning rather like an arrogant cat. "So, close your sweet ungrateful mouth and stand here like a beautiful statue. O-o-oh, you will definitely complement my collection perfectly," his words sounded with a special rude admiration and the mood changed in an instant: now Roman was frowning. He usually behaved like a spoiled child, but few people knew about the other side.

Your throat was dry; you felt lowered, humiliated one hundred percent; you felt like a little guilty girl looking at her nails. Apologies were a terrible decision, and you blamed yourself for not listening to the voice of reason — almost everything was done on pure emotions now. You watched Roman and how he sat cross-legged on the bed and sprawled a little. He examined you lasciviously, as if you were the most forbidden fruit.

Licking cracked lips, you close your eyes tightly so as not to cry and breathe steadily to calm down. You don't want to cry at a Novel that won't even pay attention to it, you shouldn't even think about «regret». He will simply look at you with an uninterested look and order you to calm down — although you are still surprised why he didn't say anything about the dyed hair; and how did he manage to find you? after all, you were completely invisible: rare outings from the apartment and only today's meeting with an employee in a small diner. Maybe that's how Roman figured you out? But now didn't want to think about escaping at all.

Bitter tears accumulate in the corners of the eyes, and the nose begins to itch. You don't have time to come to your senses, as you realize that you're crying — and you're afraid of it, you never know what can come to Roman's mind; maybe it will infuriate him so much that he will beat you, or maybe just rape you. Tears cover your eyes, and you cling to the rising figure of Roman, who brought his eyebrows to the bridge of his nose, where fine wrinkles have now formed, and looked at you as if you were a child.

"Oh my God, have I offended my baby bird?" He was walking towards you, with a desire to hug you, spreading his arms wide apart; his look was haughtily alsely apologizing. When you saw him, you shuddered and instantly, unable to control yourself, backed away.

"Roman, please don't come near,” you tried to dissuade him confusedly, until you rested your back against the wall, mechanically closing your eyes. It was scary. You were shaking, you were shaking like never before, and you were breathing unevenly. No matter what, no matter what your lamentations and requests, Roman only hugged you carefully, touching his hair with his right cheek. He sighed softly, as if he wanted to spend his whole life like this.

His palm slowly descends down your back; fragments of dark memories flash through your thoughts when Roman, without hesitation, harassed you. Shuddering, you raise your hands and gently touch his shoulders, trying to move away and show that you are uncomfortable, — but you don't know how he will react to this: will it hurt you, or maybe it's pleasant on the contrary? However, life with Roman has never brought pleasure. This is a life of suffering, willlessness and submission, with sad dreams of false freedom.

"Roman, please, don't, don't," you don't have time to finish, as you stop feeling the warmth of hugs and, it would seem, you want to breathe freely, but your happiness didn't last long, — before a second had passed, there was a pop; your head unconsciously leaned to the side, and your eyes twitched and widened in madness. A slap in the face. It was a dirty, harsh and disgusting slap in the face. Roman's furious face appeared in front of you.

Without really coming to your senses, you felt a touch on the bare part of your neck and did not have time to move, as you did not feel the floor under your feet. You looked at Roman like a frightened cat attacked by a rabid predator. He was mad — his hair, which had previously been perfectly styled, was wild; his eyes were burning with hatred and obsession; and his teeth were tightly clenched, almost to the point of creaking.

"My little bird, since when have you become so bold? Did you like freedom?" Roman tightens his grip on your neck, and it seems to you that it's getting harder to breathe; your mouth closes under the pressure. You cling to his wrist in an attempt to loosen the grip, feeling goosebumps on your back. He approaches closer to the cheek, saying: "I will arrange such freedom for you that you will not be able to sleep," his hot breath causes an unconscious tremor.

Roman roughly took you by the cheeks, pressing hard with his fingers. At that moment, you thought that you were finished: that he would kill you without even regretting or feeling pity, — yes, what a pity, you were just another puppet in the hands of a skilled puppeteer who calls himself the King of Gotham. He has hundreds, thousands of people like you; Roman won't care if another «bird» dies.

"Do you know what they did with people like you before? Killed," Roman said it as if he was asking about the weather in a local diner; he was as light as a ghost. It was a pleasure for him to watch the victim driven into the farthest corner of the cage. "No-no-no-no, just don't cry," seeing how your eyes sparkled, he mocked, without stopping the steel grip. "I will be merciful, I promise. It's just..." he looked longingly at your legs, "you just have to say goodbye to your cute legs.”

requests are open! the next post will be the fourteenth chapter, and then we'll see. perhaps Patrick McKenna or Christian will be next, and if you have any ideas, you can send me. leave a comment if you liked this story.

[thebeckyjolene]

Buttons

Growing up, I was the overweight, chubby girl. I was bullied rentlessly during high school and still am to this day, about my weight. When people make fun of me or make comments about me, I take it to heart. The last guy I dated 8 years ago cheated on me the night of senior prom, and the sad thing was we were engaged. So, I chucked the engagement ring at my ex and walked away broken hearted.

Shortly after graduating high school, I moved to Gotham and changed my life for the better and made myself happier. I attended Gotham University and graduated with an Associate's Degree in History and a Master's Degree in Early Childhood Education. With my schooling completed, I applied to be a teacher at North Gotham Elementary School and was accepted as a kindergarten teacher there. For success at getting my first job, I went out to a club called the Black Mask Club. Little did I know, I would meet the man who would fucking make my life better for me, Roman Sionis.

My first impression of this man was 'Holy Crap, I'd give anything to be his girl'. Like literally this guy looks like sex on legs. I finished my Old Fashioned before I headed to the dance floor to dance the night away, but keeping an eye on Roman. I dressed in my black dress, heels, and my black hair was down.

The song that was playing in the background was Buttons by The Pussycat Dolls, which is my go-to song when I go out to a club or for a girl's night. Dancing among the people in the club was amazing, but when the song got to the chorus, I dropped it low and then popped back up, twisting my head a little, then letting my body move like a belly dancer. I got a glance over at Roman, and lo and behold, he was watching me dance. Hook, line, and sinker.

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Roman's POV

I was sitting down in my club watching all the people dance when my eyes caught a beautiful raven-haired woman in a beautiful black dress and heels, dancing like no care in the world. See, a woman like that is what I'm looking for. I must find out this girl's name, like it's a burning desire within me. So, I walked over to this beautiful woman and introduced myself.

'Hello there, gorgeous. The name's Sionis, Roman Sionis.' I said to this beautiful woman as she turned around, breathless and her chest heaving with each breath.

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'My name's Becky. Becky Jolene. Wow, you are really, really handsome.' I had said to Roman while catching my breath, my chest rising and falling with each breath.

Before I knew it, I felt a pair of warm lips on mine, and I was in the embrace of one Roman Sionis. Damn, did it feel fucking amazing to me! I was just kissed by the King of Crime, the man who I now wanted to anything to spend the rest of my life with this handsome man.

A special thanks goes to @stardancerluv for the amazing TikTok video, and to inspire and encourage me to write, even out of my comfort zone.

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Sinful Sunday

Obi-Wan Kenobi:

Obi-Wan x Reader Drabbles 

Obi-Wan x Reader One-Shots

Obi-Wan x Reader Sinful Sunday 

Obi-Wan Meets Christopher Robin

Relationship Alphabet

NSFW Alphabet

Girl! Obi-Wan

Pirate!Obi

Alex Law Masterlist

Dan Torrance Masterlist

Dropping this link for mobile users. Dan Torrance.

Roman Sionis Masterlist

Dropping this down here for all you mobile users because for some reason the last two Header links work correctly on desktop but not on mobile. Roman Sionis

Stand Alones without Masterlists:

In My Arms - A Jaskier x Reader Oneshot (The Witcher)

Jaskier Holiday Headcanons (The Witcher)

Become the Beast- A Suitless!Vader/Anakin Skywalker x Reader Oneshot

This Isn’t Love - A Retelling of the end of RotS from Padmé’s POV

Farce of the Heart- Anakin Skywalker x Reader undercover lovers trope

Honesty on Onderon- An Ahsoka fic where Anakin and Obi-Wan guide her through her feelings for Lux

Empty Chairs at Empty Tables- Leia finally grieves for Alderaan

No Lodging to Pay- A Jedi x Reader Oneshot vague enough to be whatever Jedi you want it to be.

Are You Embarrassed of Me? - Anakin Skywalker x Senator Reader one shot where reader has to face their feelings and decide if Anakin is worth burning up for.

Worth the Wait- Darkling x Reader (Shadow and Bone) A nsfw one shot where reader is the sun summoner

In The Dark of the Night- Darkling x Reader (SaB) Reader is the sun summoner. When they can’t sleep, they go for a walk in the woods to clear their head.

Series:

The Greatest Thing (Moulin Rouge: Christian x OC)

The Christian x Reader Oneshot that inspired it

A Garden in Gotham (Birds of Prey: Roman x Florist! Reader)

Come What May (Obidala)

An Eden of Our Own (Star Wars AU)

Lost In Paradise (Sequel to Become the Beast)

The Prophecy of Us (Bruno Madrigal x Reader)

Writing Challenges:

50 Days of Fics

Hauntober 2020

1000 Follower Celebration (Unholy four ways)*

That one time I was asked for Spanking with the SWs men *

March Kiss List

Quick PSA: Any gifs used on my fics are not my own and have been found through google, and/or tumblr.  

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Cobblepot Junior

by TheRoyalSnake By chance, Oswald Cobblepot becomes a father with a girl from the Balkans. After 26 years and almost 7 years of traveling around the world, their son returns to the great crucible of crime that is Gotham to build his own criminal organization. Of course, all this with one goal: to keep the Cobblepot name at the top forever and no matter the cost. Words: 3943, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, DC Extended Universe, DCU (Comics), DCU Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: Multi, Other Characters: Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot Junior (OC), Oswald Cobblepot, Killer Croc, Catman (DCU), Lester Buchinsky, Edmund Dorrance, Drury Walker, Lynx I (DCU), Barbara Gordon, Jason Todd, Alfred Pennyworth, Rogues Gallery (Batman), Bruce Wayne, Jim Gordon, Kabuki Twins (DCU), Original Characters, Original Male Character(s), Harvey Dent, Harvey Bullock, Bane (DCU), Robin (DCU), Dick Grayson, Slade Wilson, Rose Wilson, Roman Sionis, Edward Nygma, Rupert Thorne, Victor Fries, Joker (DCU), Harley Quinn, Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Original Character(s), Major Original Character(s), POV Original Character, Organized Crime, Father-Son Relationship, POV Oswald Cobblepot, Criminal Masterminds, The Iceberg Lounge, Gotham City is Terrible, Crimes & Criminals, Dark Gotham City, Not Canon Compliant, Gangsters, Weapons, Biological Weapons, Chemical Weapons, Black Markets, Underworld, Gotham City Police Department, Building a Criminal Organization, Crime Scenes, Partners in Crime, Gang Wars, Anti-Hero via https://ift.tt/uG3oTvW