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stardancerluv · 3 years

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Saturday Night at the Black Mask Club

Part 4

Summary: Roman and reader come together. She learns more of about who he is. He also comes to realize things about himself.

Warning: Consensual sex between the two. Consensual Breath!play. Daddy!Dommy!Roman. Roman is himself…it can be harsh! Very smutty. You’ve been warned!

A gloved hand slid over your ass and squeezed. You jumped and squeaked. Turning you saw happiness in his expression. Relief filled you seeing Roman standing there. The swagger he always had soon brought the butterflies to your stomach as you practically threw yourself at him. “Romy!” You winced when you felt his gun holster. His strong hands shifted you to a more comfortable position against him.

A deep chuckle came from him. “Sorry. Didn’t have time to take that off, baby.” He nestled close.

“I don’t care.” Tears of relief stung your eyes, you blinked them away. “I’m just so glad you’re here.” Pulling back, you looked into his eyes. You felt as if you could fall into them and never return. To be honest, at this moment that would be wonderful. You wanted to be just held and taken care of.

“You’re my brave girl.” He pressed a kiss on your shoulder. “I saw how you handled yourself.”

“You did?” Pulling back, you beamed at him.

He nodded. “Yes.”

*****

As he pulled you close, he wanted to tell you how proud he was of you. But that wasn’t in him. The words got stuck in his mouth. Maybe he’d buy you something special. Yes, he’d spoil you. That is what he would do, and you deserved it, fuck you were braver than some of his men. But now he had other things in mind.

“Yes.” He finally replied, nodding. “Now be a good girl and give daddy a kiss.” Your body fit so well against his as he held you.

Your arms wrapped tightly around him as you went on your tiptoes to kiss him. He could still taste the sweet taste of your drink on your lips. He loved how you wilted against him as you kissed.

“Baby,” He whispered in your ear. “Daddy is going to be busy tonight but he needs you badly.”

“Whatever you want, daddy.”

He could hear how the timber in your voice rose. It made him smile.

A knot of his desire grew as he watched you open your legs in anticipation for him. “Is this how you want me, daddy?”

He nodded. “That is exactly where I want to be, ever since you walked into the club.”

You were his strong girl, his desire and affection shifted tonight. He promised to do his best by you.

“Yes daddy, I want you between my legs.” There was a tremble with how you desired him, he loved having that effect; it came from your depths.

Bending a knee, he just barely knelt between your shapely legs. He opened you wider before freeing himself of his suit jacket. Reaching up, his fingers laid on his holster when you spoke again.

“Stop.”

He paused, “Hmm?” He made a soft questioning sound.

“Not yet.” You whispered. “You look so good with it on.”

He chuckled, shifting closer. “Since you’ve been such a good girl, I’ll keep it on a little longer.” Reaching out he grabbed your hips and pulled you against him.

He loved the gasp that came from you, when you felt exactly what you did to him. He braced himself on one hand. He drew close but didn’t kiss you just yet. “You look so good, baby.”

“I’m so glad you think so.” Your words came out breathy.

He kissed you then, your lips soft and giving. He deepened the kiss as he felt your fingers run through his goatee. Your touch felt incredibly good.

He broke the kiss, watching your eyes. “You really like that goatee, don’t you?”

You nodded.

He brought his hand up and let it drift over your face, gently cupping one of your cheeks. His thumb barely touching you, he remembered watching as you took the hits from Marino. Yet you did not flinch. You did not give him up. It pulled on him, especially when you leaned into his touch just now.

“Most of my life,” He began to admit, perhaps some of the words would come. “I have to look over my shoulder. Suspicion is a close and strong companion.” He let his thumb graze your cheek. “But tonight, I saw all that you endeared. I’m very pleased with you.”

“There isn’t anything that would pull me away from you.” You swallowed.

“That’s why you’re mine.”

He drew close once again, his lips barely touching yours as he stopped and paused with an idea that struck him. “Do you trust me?”

“I trust you.”

He drew his hand to your throat. It was all he needed. He squeezed. You gasped. Your eyes grew as you blinked. He loosened his hold but then he squeezed again, loving the feel of your breath as you gasped once again. Then he loosened his hold. He relished having this control over you.

This time he spoke against your lips as he squeezed again. “My breath for yours.” He kissed you and shared his breath with you. The kiss between the two of you deepened and he released his hold on your throat.

After some time, he smiled. “I want to see more of you.” He whispered. Your fingers went to the clasp. “Allow me.” You undid the clasp and your breasts soon bounded free.

He reached into his back pocket. He would use one of the knives he had chosen to bring downstairs with him. Pulling back, he would take delight in cutting off your undergarments that were in his way.

“Daddy?” You whimpered.

He opened the knife. “I could have stolen your breath forever and yet, you are stopping me from what?” He reached and tugged at your panties. “Cutting these from you.”

“But daddy, they’re new and so pretty.” You didn’t pout but a soft whimper came from you.

He chuckled. “Baby, when I want to do it so I’m going to.”

“Ok.”

He tilted his head. “If it makes you happy, I will take you shopping for some more pretty things.”

“Yes, I would like that.”

He heard your reluctance. Girls before were greedy, damn the dancers were as well. You were the only one who was never demanding, it made him pleased that he could spoil you and you wouldn’t demand more.

“I will take you personally, it will be just us.”

“I would like that, daddy.”

He smiled. “I know you like it better when I’m around.”

“Because I can model for you.”

“That is my favorite bit.”

One time, when he had take you out to spoil you, the modeling you did got both your hearts racing. After just enough money, the shop girls stepped away so the two of you could have a moment alone.

It had been incredibly naughty but when he wanted you, he didn’t want to wait. Nor should he have to but he also didn’t want prying eyes. So the investment to keep them away had been very worth it.

You flushed, he knew you were remembering that time.

“So baby, lay still. I don’t want to nick you.”

“Yes, daddy.”

******

Your legs were wrapped around his waist. It wasn’t the first time, he took you fully clothed while you were naked. There was something incredibly sexy about it. Your moans came from deep within you. He had rescued you tonight. You could still see how he stepped out of the darkness.

You arched against him. As your eyes met his fiery ones, you felt even closer to cumming. “I’m- I’m so close.” You managed to say.

“Cum for me baby, daddy wants to feel it as he rides you.”

“Yes.” You held him closer to you as he moved even deeper. A moan louder than the rest came from as you felt his tongue and lips on your throat.

Shuddering, you closed your eyes and you came hard against him.

“That’s my girl.” His voice was strained but the command was there. “Now look at me. I want to watch you feel me cum deep inside of you.

“Yes, yes.” You were barely able to say since he had made you breathless.

“Baby.” He murmured and your lips met. It was hungry, as his breaths were as ragged as yours when he came hard.

*****

He rested his forehead against your bare shoulder, his body shaking while he remained deep within you. A sigh poured from his lips as he felt your fingers run through his short strands.

Not wanting a mess on his slacks, he rolled off of you and in a few moves he was tucked back into his slacks. From the corner of his eye, he could see you react to the suddenness of him removing himself from you. Oddly, it pulled on him. He really was beginning to feel more and more for you. Especially after how brave you were tonight. He came back over to you.

He actually felt you shift ever so slightly away. It immediately annoyed him. You didn’t understand. Inhaling, he grabbed you and pulled you close.

He looked down at you as you didn’t exactly meet his gaze.

“Baby, daddy can’t have cum on his slacks when he goes back downstairs.” He simply told you.

You finally looked his way, your mouth opened and closed but no words came.

He rolled over and hovered over you. He tapped your mouth. “Listen, it’s not done down there. I have to go back down and make him pay for what he did to you.”

“Not Alfredo?” Your mouth was smart. Sometimes, it irked him. Especially when he was struggling with what it was like being with you. He wasn’t used to having a consistent person to actually fucking care for.

He grabbed your chin. Your eyes grew this time, not looking away from him. “Fuck him. I didn’t like seeing Marino smack you around, causing this.”

His thumb grazed the small bruise that formed from Marino’s hand. You winced. You needed to be reminded. Perhaps it was cruel for him to do, but you needed to be reminded. He was about to go down there and make that man suffer for what he did.

“And when he grabbed you. No one does that to you.”

As your eyes softened, he dragged his hand away and let it lay on your chest. Your heart was racing under it.

“I’m sorry.” Your voice cracked. “It was just… So cold.”

“I told you, I can be a cold-hearted bastard. But I need to be that way to keep us safe and,” He smirked. “Gain more control over this fucking city.”

You kissed him then. At first he didn’t kiss back but then he did.

“Now I have to go downstairs and handle my little situation.”

You nodded. “I’ll see you soon.”

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matth1w · 4 years

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Always You

Pairing: Roman Sionis/Black Mask x Female Reader

Summary: After years of separation, you finally reunite with Roman.

Warnings: Vague descriptions of sex

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 1,344 words

Note: Inspired by repeat listenings of Crystal Dolphin (I know). I imagined a camera circling around the two as their eyes meet, everything else fading into the background.

Second Note: Again, so stunned and thankful all the love Dancing for Daddy is still getting. 800+ notes!!!

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D O N O T R E P O S T M Y W O R K

You and Roman had always loved each other. Before you knew what love was, back when love was sweet and innocent. The love you shared was simply that of best friends who smiled wider when they held each other’s hands than anyone else.

As you stepped forward, patient and thankful for the line that let you try to simmer the bubbling anxiety within you, you took in a shallow breath.

Your name only barely loud enough for the guard to hear. After a few moments of attention directed at his lists, no doubt, his eyes met yours again, a bit of a frown beginning as he looked back down at his tablet.

“I see.” He gruffed.

Unsure if you were hoping he would turn you away or let you forward, you stayed silent.

After one more long beat of staring at you, he jerked his thumb to the door.

“Inside for weapons check.”

As you crossed the threshold, you heard the signature beep of an old school radio being pushed.

In the club, Victor’s ear buzzed. “Tell the boss she’s here.”

He strides over to Roman who is thankfully in the middle of a very unimportant conversation.

Only a moment after he leans down to relay the message, Roman jumps up from his seat.

Manic excitement lights his eyes that leaves as quickly as it came, replaced by pure nervousness.

He runs his hands through his hair, taking in deep breaths as he shakes his body and removes his sunglasses, and much to everyone’s surprise, his gloves, mindlessly throwing them into Zsasz’s hands.

He turns on Victor with a start, seemingly realizing his friend is more than an accessory rack.

“Do I look good?” He resists the urge to grab onto his shoulders and shake him when his answer isn’t instant.

A nervous, too high pitched laugh bursts out of Roman before Victor can even reply.

“I mean, of course I do.” He flits his head with his typically fake big smile.

Zsasz just nods with an unaffected look, hiding the concern underneath.

“Course.” He says as he places a reassuring hand onto his boss’s shoulder.

Roman had been waiting for this moment his entire adult life. But now that it was here, that you were here, he felt so nervous. So insecure.

Would you like him? The club? His clothes? Was it too much? Not enough?

The cacophony of thoughts continued to race through his head.

‘Everyone out.

… No stay.

No one look at her. She’s mine.

… But she deserves a sea of people adoring her.

What do I do? What should I do?

Oh it’s too late to do any—’

Time seems to slow as you walk through the curtain leading into the main room. Everything quiets, even the song seeming to slip underwater.

You’re unsure if it’s truly the music or just the effect this man is having on you. The air vibrates with the deep bass, electrifying your skin and moving you forward despite the echoing worry in your mind.

‘What if he doesn’t recognize me?

What if he doesn’t remember me?’

You gather all the courage in your body as you let your eyes scan the room for the only one you could truly see.

Had you not been holding onto something you would have certainly faltered in your step.

The way he looked at you instantly quieted your fears and confirmed you had not once left his mind.

You were expecting his looks. Roman was always fawned over as a child and truth be told, you had always found him attractive. And recently, you searched him online and realized he had aged like fine wine.

You expected the lavish suit. Dressed to the nines in a glamorous, almost campish style that seemed to be perfectly made to shine amongst everyone and everything else.

You had even expected the eyes, though they were more intense than before. Piercing through your skin and soul.

But lord. You did not expect eyeliner.

And Roman himself was stunned. He had kept tabs on you and had even gone to see you once from afar but nothing could compare to how you looked only feet away from him.

He felt like a young child again, the moment he realized he loved you and would make you his one day. The emotions came crashing and he was frozen in his place.

You faintly register the music beginning to rise as the world seems to spin around you two.

You wanted to bottle this moment. Play it over and over again. The music, the lights, the touch of the dress of your skin, the warmth filling you.

But most importantly, the way Roman looked right here.

Right now.

And how this man, your oldest friend, first and truest love, was looking at you.

The music coming back to its full force makes you blink out of the trance and finally move. Your steps matching his cautious, unbelieving steps.

You’re standing in front of each other, just staring, eyes roaming over each other’s bodies, taking in everything that was hidden by distance before. Hands hovering in the air, still in their instinctual yearning for the other’s embrace.

Neither of you dare to break the silence, the fiercest spell that had come over you both.

With one last journey of his face, so close allowing you to appreciate every inch, you realize one of you will have to say something.

“Hi—”

His lips jolt onto yours, closing the electrified distance, breaking the spell and instead creating something stronger - stealing the words from your mouth, breath from your chest, and heart from your very soul.

His lips are strong and firm and desperate in their movement like returning home to a place you had only been to in your dreams.

But you feel them pull away. Too soon.

So you follow him and grab them again, sealing them with smiles as you bring your hands up and around to the back of his neck. Fingers flirting with the ends of his hair.

In a singular moment of clarity, Roman has but one thought tearing his lips from yours.

“They don’t get to see what I’m going to do to you.”

The sound of his rough voice stuns you, so different yet so similar to that which filled your memories. Not even taking in the words, you nod. Your head just barely moving down for a moment, still lost in your state of bliss.

With that, he leans away as if nothing had ever pained him more and takes your hand in his, rushing steps moving you through a parting sea of bodies.

Within moments, the sound and staring eyes disappear and his hands are roaming all over you, overwhelming your body so much that it can only respond in kind.

In the privacy of his darkened bedroom, you make slow, deep love. Staring into each other’s eyes as you give all of yourselves to the other.

Deep kisses capture your moans - breathing them into each other’s mouths when you can hold them no longer.

His touch always on you, never leaving your skin.

Unsure where he ends and you begin. Both shaking, tensing, pulsing, releasing together.

Finally laying together side by side, you’re both unable to stop looking and touching one another. The spell thicker than ever.

You want to say something, anything, other than a cut off greeting and euphoric chanting of his name. But you continue to appreciate the moment in silence.

Roman kept his body closed off from the world. But not you. He wanted to feel everything you had to offer. With yet another thought pushing out to be voiced, he opens his mouth.

“Marry me.”

It was quick, sudden, and for a flicker of a moment, you thought impulsive.

Until you realized this was always where you two were meant to be.

You had no other words than the one he repeated to you as a boy when you asked with innocent giggles if he would marry you.

“Always.”

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clonecaptains · 4 years

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Top 5 Javi looks!! 😏💕👌🏼

all of them. all the looks everY SINGLE ONE!! but i’ll make a list ;)

the olive green t-shirt ooof bless it’s my favvvveeee i can’t get over it

any time he wears the vest + bonus when he’s wearing a blue shirt under it

the dark red shirt

him wearing a leather jacket + jeans gets me every time

shirtless/naked javi ok that’s gotta be on this list

ask me top 5 anything!

#javi asks #bless #vintagemichelle91 #answered

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dreamlover31 · 3 years

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2,27,40 for be nosy

2. What are you obsessed with right now

You mean other than SVU and Chicago Med/Fire/PD...nothing much really lol

27. What's your pet peeve

Simply put, people who have nothing better to do than to make other people's lives hard, especially when they're trying to do their jobs

40. Do you have a crush on any of your mutuals

Well not exactly crushes, more like a deep admiration for those who write fanfiction...particularly people like @madpanda75 @thatesqcrush @teamsladsandgents @prurientpuddlejumper @karens-imagined-world @xemopeachx @vintagemichelle91 and others

#nosy asks #thank you for the ask!#answered tags

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thefanficfaerie · 5 years

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Omg loving the OTP challenge!!! 🎃💜

YAY!!!! I am so glad!!!

#vintagemichelle91

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rauliskafan · 7 years

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“Come to your senses...”

Author’s Note: Happy SVU Day, one and all!!! So... this story is something a little different for me, a Jon/Reader fic inspired by both a dream and some real life drama. Most importantly, it is dedicated to my amazing writing partner and friend, @vintagemichelle91, who has been a ray of sunshine and so many rainbows during a rough patch and always makes me believe in brighter days ahead!!!

It was hardly an apartment; better to call in an over sized mouse trap where the rodents always won, a sauna with steam in all the wrong places, a loft for your downstairs neighbor who only owned one CD and played the same song in an infinite loop all night long, night after night, until you swore you’d require a strait jacket come morning. But at least it was yours, a place to hang your hat after mornings waitressing, afternoons auditioning, and evenings playing piano in a dive bar between poetry readings and attempts at stand-up comedy. More than once you were almost fired when you laughed at the wordsmiths dealing in prose instead of puns. Better to bite your tongue to pay the bills.

Then the one two punch. The diner changed hands. It was as if your life literally became the Seinfeld episode where Monk’s was suddenly staffed by nothing but the bustiest of waitresses. You weren’t family, and you didn’t fit that bill. It wouldn’t have been the end of the world. If you still had the ivories to tickle.

Next the bar went under.

No laughing matter. No way you could stay in the city any longer. Not even in the closet you called your home. Only thing left to do was pack up and head to Jersey, to stay with your sister who kept insanely fit and taught other people to live the same way. Of course, that meant a domain where carbohydrates were contraband, and if she caught you with so much as a slice of pizza, she had no compunctions about dressing your down in front of her current boyfriend until you felt so small, so worthless, so---

“Hey.”

And Jon kept calling. Over and over again he had offered you his sofa before you crossed the GWB for this alternate reality. The guy was sweet, fun to have a meal with now and then, a few drinks… to watch a movie and fall asleep under the same blanket... It made you want for more. He never gave you any indication he felt anything close to the same way, and the last thing you needed was another complication. Easier to turn him down, to think on what might have been on sleepless nights in your sister’s spare room. Where you had to make do with memories if and when your craved a midnight snack. Or him.

“Are you listening to me?”

Snapped from your reverie by the sound of his voice humming through the other end of the line, you smiled shyly. Why? It wasn’t as if he could see you. Just the effect that he had...

“I’m listening now,” you murmured, lowering your lashes when he laughed, picturing his broad smile under the wide green eyes that always seemed to see neighbors, sidewalks, buses as if for the first time. Always inspiring him. How did he manage that much? How many times had you wanted to borrow some unseen pair of rose-colored glasses crafted in the confines of his heart? Would they fit your face and help your gaze?

“Glad I have your attention,” he said. “I want to see you.”

“I… I don’t know,” you said, realizing you were picking at the pink nail polish already fading from your free hand.

“What don’t you know?” he challenged, almost echoed. “Don’t you miss me?”

“I… sure,” you confessed, one nail now completely devoid of polish. You brought the offending finger to your lips to nibble on the empty, lonely extremity. “Not a whole hell of a lot to do out here.”

“Big sister doesn’t have you running ten miles a day?” he asked.

“Like I can even think about that when I’m wasting away to nothing.”

“Which is something I’m going to correct,” Jon said. “Look, I’m in your neck of the woods to go to this family thing.”

“Please don’t ask me to be your date,” you weakly begged.

“Baby, you’re my excuse to cut out early.”

“So you’re just using me to flee your family,” you teased, unable to even ape angry as you kept listening to his mellifluous tones.

“Scratch my back and I’ll scratch yours,” he said. “Come on. I… I really miss you.”

In the end that was all he had to say. Yes you missed the city, yes you missed your freedom, and yes you missed disco fries and pizza with ham and peppers and onions all at once. But you missed him most of all.

“Fine, Scarecrow,” you said.

“Scarecrow? What do you… oh. I get it.”

Because of course he did. And it made your heart skip a beat or twelve when he read your mind.

“Wear some red shoes for me,” he said.

“I don’t know if I have any,” you shot back.

“Then just be there.”

“Where?” you asked.

“I… I’ll come to your sister’s place or---”

“No,” you said, quickly cutting him off. “I’m not at my best… I… I don’t feel like myself here.”

Jon was silent, your nail threatening to come off between your teeth as you awaited the return of his voice.

“That’s why I wanted you to…”

“Stay?” you whispered.

If he could read your mind, you could finish his sentences. So many people in the world would have called that a reason to take him up on his proposal, to take stock of where you were and where it could have gone. Such was the plot of a show he would someday surely write.

“I’ll say it again; would have been so bad?”

But you were afraid of reaching the last line of text and having the bottom fall out from under you when you were barely standing on such shaky ground.

“It’s a moot point now,” you muttered, finally biting off the nail, painting your pale skin with a burst of blood. No pain; it didn’t even make you wince.

“So you said,” he responded. “Well…”

Shit! Was he going to call the whole thing off, see it as a waste of time and not come around at all? Taking a sharp breath, you were ready to tell him that your refusal to call him roommate never meant that you didn’t care.

Please still come, Johnny.

At least for lunch. To give you something to look forward to at the end of another long and boring and utterly miserable---

“I guess I’ll see you Saturday,”he said. “Wherever you want to meet.”

A wave of relief washed over you.

“I… yeah. There’s like a diner in the center of town.”

“Had to pick a diner, right?” he joked.

“You’ll be in your element.” But not really. Not when he truly belonged among the clouds and the stars in the sky.

“Sounds good. Just let me know the address.”

Jon ended the call. Suddenly your nail hurt. But as you washed and bandaged the cut of your own design, you couldn’t keep from grinning. He was coming. And it allowed you to feel so many things. First and foremost hope.

Until Saturday. Until the late lunch hour came and went, and he was nowhere to be found. Trying to call him got you nothing but his outgoing message, the sound of his voice providing little to no comfort until you couldn’t bear to listen any longer. Finishing your fourth cup of coffee and feeling jittery, you felt certain that you could beat your sister in a footrace and keep running to the ends of the earth. Not necessarily a good thing. Because when the high wore off, as it would, no one would be there to catch you. Especially not Jon. This was why you didn’t agree to live with him. For all his flowery words and declarations that he only wanted to see you smile, the man was not to be counted on. Definitely not in a pinch. Never ever in the day-to-day. The man was like the city, an enticing facade with empty rooms and no thought for the future. Free from that trap, you paid for the coffee and dashed out to the parking lot. Ready to walk away, you were startled by the feel of a set of fingers curling around your elbow.

“Hey! Where are you running away---?”

“Where the hell have you been?” you demanded.

“I… the party.”

“That you never even wanted to fucking go to in the first place,” you practically snarled as you tried to pull away from him. But his hold tightened, and you found yourself pressed so close to his chest. The feel of his heart pounding thrummed against yours, and Jon’s green eyes narrowed, his lips falling into the frown that simply did not suit him as you relaxed in his hold and hung your head.

“Party started late,” he said.

“And you couldn’t call?” you asked, now avoiding his eyes.

“My phone died.”

That made you laugh. You pictured him so consumed with a composition that he neglected to charge the device before leaving the city for parts unknown. And he probably didn’t know your number. Truth be told, you did not know his either. Just his name, his face from a pic in Central Park that you tapped when your nails were in far better shape to hear his voice in the hope that you would see him soon. See him smile…

“You probably didn’t want to come at all.”

“Stop that,” he ordered, forcing your stare to his as your eyes filled with tears. Shaking his head, he brought your chin to his shoulder so you could savor his warmth and the feel of his arms folding around you. Jon let you linger in his embrace for seconds that felt like hours, that felt like home. Then, slowly, he eased you away, never leaving your eyes with his jaw still tight.

“The party was an excuse. I came here to see you. To find you.”

“And you find me a mess,” you said. “Don’t you wish you’d stayed at the party?”

“No, Would you believe it was dry?”

“Come again?” you asked.

“My cousin… she doesn’t drink. So no one can.”

“That’s just cruel,” you said.

“Like your sister,” he replied. Somehow you managed a giggle and mentioned a bar two blocks down.

“Come with me and I’ll…”

Your voice caught in your throat in a mass of hiccups, and you felt yourself ready to break down when he held you again. His fingers trailed up and down your back, and you were weeping out in the open until his lips met your ear.

“Are we getting a drink?” he asked. “We need a drink.”

The bar beckoned. Linking your arm in his, you started to walk. Jon’s eyes sparkled as strollers and bicycles rolled across the pavement.

“What?” he asked.

“I know that look. You’re already writing a song in your head.”

“See you know me so well,” he said. “No reason that we should fight.”

“No. But…”

Not wanting to break the spell, your mind already raced to the fact that every second with him was a second closer to no longer having him this near. Pushing those thoughts from your mind, you kept moving, loving the feel of his arm curling around yours when Jon stopped short.

“Open House,” he said reading the sign before an old Victorian structure painted yellow with pink shutters and a wraparound porch. The only thing missing was a swing and two people…

“Let’s keep going,” you said.

“Why?” he asked. “We could take a look inside.”

“Johnny… why?” you asked. “It’s not like I can buy it.”

“And I’m sweating how I’m going to pay for our drinks. Come on.”

Reluctantly, you let him lead you up the steps to a grand foyer with high ceilings. Stained glass sparkled in the light, and Jon stood in a wave of colors as a woman with a tight blonde bun wearing a blue suit approached.

“Well hello there!” she started. “And who might you be?”

No one special almost trickled off of the tip of your tongue when Jon extended his hand.

“Jon Stephens,” he said, white lying, using his idol’s name while giving you a wink. “Author of Superbia? You know.”

The realtor’s face drew a complete blank, and when you saw her struggling to make the connection, you patted Jon’s cheek and tossed back a lock of your hair.

“Darling, don’t be a boorish snob,” you said, affecting your voice and nuzzling his cheek. “We’re need to focus on finding a summer place, remember?”.

“Quite right; let’s take a look around.”

The poor blonde backed away, and you took hold of Jon’s arm again, moving from the foyer to a room with a grand piano and little else save for the sunshine. Only when you were sure that you were out of anyone’s earshot did you turn back to face him.

“What was that about?” you asked.

“What?” he challenged. “Having some fun.”

“You were pretending.”

“That’s what I do.”

“But I… I can’t do that anymore.”

Leaving his side and slumping on the piano bench, the reality of your situation smacked you across the face. You could never afford a house like this. You couldn’t make keep up with the closet. But maybe you had to start thinking towards something like what your sister had, the modest Cape Cod and the job with benefits, a pension, a---

“Yes, you can.”

Winding one arm under yours, Jon’s arm surrounded your waist as his long fingers reached for the piano keys, and he played a simple tune that did indeed make you smile.

“Over the Rainbow,” you said.

“In my version Dorothy never has to leave the Scarecrow,” he said. “Baby…”

His voice trailed off for a few seconds, and you held your breath as he cupped your chin in his large hand.

“Jon, I---”

“Don’t say pretend like it’s a bad thing,” he started. “It’s hoping. It’s…”

His speech came to a halt as he finished Dorothy’s ode to everything and everywhere she wanted to be. On the last note, he looked into your eyes and pressed his head to yours.

“Don’t shut yourself off from what you want most. I’m not saying it will be easy. I’m not easy.”

“But?” you prompted him, daring to dream, to hope...

“But let go and imagine with me. I’m good company. If you’re game.”

You let your fingers, damaged nail and all, slide over his skin to start the song up again. Only a few notes and you left the bench with a heavy sigh. Almost immediately, Jon was at your back, his hands on your arms.

“What are you thinking?” he asked.

“I…”

You swallowed hard. It was scary to say out loud.

“I… I want you to take me home, Johnny,” you said. “Your place. Your world. Can... can we go right now?”

His smile made your knees buckle. Good thing that he lifted you up and spun you around in the room made magical by so many rainbows.

Scary to say out loud. Even scarier to go it alone.

Now you wouldn’t have to know what that felt like.

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mrschiltoncat · 7 years

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10 songs

I'm currently into tagged by @locke-writes and @vintagemichelle91

(I don't listen to a ton of music so this was a bit difficult)

1 - Despacito

2 - Telephone - Lady Gaga Beyoncé

3 - Holier than Thou - its a rap R&B song but I forget who sings it

4 - Believer Imagine Dragons (least think that's the name)

5 - Taylor Swift - Bad Blood

6 - Freedom - Beyoncé

7- Be Humble - not sure that's even the name lol another rap song

8 - Last Chance Salvation - Leap of Faith

9 - Paparazzi - Lady Gaga

10 - Big Poppa - BIG

Honestly I would say currently crazy only for a few, I mainly listen to podcasts. I currently listen to a lot of How did this Get Made, POD save America, POD Save the World, Lovett or Leave it, Unqualified, and sometimes West Wing Weekly. As far as tagging hey you! Yea you reading this, considering yourself tagged if interested!

Thanks for tagging me

#answered tags #vintagemichelle91 #locke writes #about me #music

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stardancerluv · 3 years

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Saturday Night at the Black Mask Club

Part 5

Summary: Roman begins to handle Marino.

Notes: Roman being Roman…torture begins…language. (More coming!)

In the elevator, Roman could feel as his excitement great. He could finally get rid of that Marino. Killing a future business owner and manhandling you, sealed his fate. He inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly, a sense of elation settled over him.

He had disliked him for awhile but he had not wanted to make waves. He had been nice long enough. He really should have gotten rid of him sooner.

Straightening his gloves, he strode out of the elevator. Zsasz, greeted him half way.

“So how many of our men did this piece of shit and his men kill?” His eyes slid over to where the man was bound to his chair.

“About fifteen.”

He looked back at him with a raised eyebrow. “About?”

“One probably won’t make it through the night.”

He pressed his lips together. “Alright.”

Straightening his jacket he closed the distance and faced him. “Marino,” He shook his head. “You stupid fucker.”

The man grumbled around the duct tape spread across his face.

“Zsasz, take this off my former associate. I know not being able to talk might just kill him alone.” A dark chuckle escaped his lips.

“Fuck you.” The man eventually spat out.

“Seriously?”

“You are the one who came in here shooting up the place, and rough up my girl. And you’re the one who’s angry?” He just shook his head.

“You don’t deserve any of it. I have been on the coattails of Maroni, what have you done? You have just invoked fear and killed people?”

Roman smiled. “Exactly. You could have become one of my allies but you chose to fight me.” He shrugged. “Look at you now.”

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matth1w · 4 years

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Dancing for Daddy

Pairing: Roman Sionis/Black Mask x Female Reader

Summary: ((Porn with plot 🤷🏻‍♀️)) Roman likes what he sees when he catches you letting loose and dancing on the table.

Warnings: SMUT, Alcohol, language, Dom/Sum, Daddy, unprotected sex, oral (female receiving), choking, squirting, glove kink (bc of COURSE), and uhhhh eyeliner kink??

Rating: MATURE/18+

Word Count: 2,352 words

Note: I have been absolutely astounded by y’all’s response with the announcement!! I hope you enjoy!! // Does NOT contain Birds of Prey spoilers!

Roman Tag List (Open): @stardancerluv / @redspaceace / @darling-i-read-it / @tales-from-gotham / @vintagemichelle91 / @ladyofhellhounds / @aliasimagines / @justauthoring / @daphne-fandom-writing / @themanthemyth-thelegend / @ewanfuckingmcgregor / @taylorzunigaa / @troybcker / @ntlmundy / @21stcenturywitchcraft / @theblackmaskclub / @jokersdoll / @ryjo1992 / @highly-unknown / @nighttime2am

“Boss,” Zsasz mutters in Roman’s ear.

Roman follows Zsasz’s gaze, instantly landing on your form as you smile seductively at him from your place on the table across the club’s floor.

And it looks like he’s not the only one watching. You’ve attracted the attention of nearly everyone sober enough to notice. Your hips swaying hypnotically to the music, a low, steady bass filling the room that matches the dangerous mix of attraction, admiration, and anticipation as you, the Hostess, put on a show.

“Want me to get her down?” Zsasz asks as Roman takes a slow drink from his bourbon, eyes never leaving yours.

He chuckles as he stands and buttons his jacket, taking a moment to look away.

“No. I’ll get her down myself.”

— — —

You open your eyes as you turn your head from its place nuzzled in your raised arms, a smile blossoming on your lips as you see Roman stalking toward you.

The butterflies were instant. You know the look in his eyes wasn’t passionate rage, although it may have looked like it to everyone else with the way the crowd parted.

You know it to be what it is.

Deep,

dark,

uncontrollable

desire.

You bite your lip, adrenaline coursing as you wink at Roman before twirling around and moving slightly more slowly, bringing your hands to your body to roam. The song’s beat slowed, matching the movement of your hips.

Roman finally comes to a stop, shoes clicking loudly in the now almost silent room - the music having been lowered to a murmur.

“Darling?” he calls to you, voice light but strained with the effort to contain his desires. You knew he wouldn’t last long so you turned around.

Your eyes light up as they met his. He steps up to you and places his hands together before pulling one of his gloves off.

A shiver runs through you.

He holds it in his hand for a moment before throwing it onto the table below you.

He holds your eyes as he takes his final step to you. Instantly running his bare hand up your leg, stopping just above your knee.

“Everyone out”. He orders with a low voice, still holding your eyes.

He squeezes your leg and you had to stop yourself from squeezing them together. Your entire body so sensitive with the promise of what was to come in only a matter of seconds.

Seeing no one moving he breaks the stare, turns, and yells.

“Everyone fucking OUT!”

Everyone jumps, knowing this was their last chance.

Satisfied once the room cleared within seconds, Roman turns back to you, his eyes alight with now unhidden fire.

He is ready to eat you alive.

He keeps his hand on your leg, trailing it slowly down as he walks around the round table to the booth.

“C’mere kitten,” he practically growls. Lust dripping from his words.

Your breath hitches in your throat, your slight intoxication making everything more vibrant, more powerful.

He leans closer as you lean down, placing your hand in his as you step onto the booth, legs on either side of him.

Roman had the perfect view and couldn’t help but groan at the sight.

“Fuck, kitten. You look delicious.”

Your body tenses and you smile, wanting nothing more at that moment.

He chuckles at your reaction. “Do you want that?”

You nod quickly and bite your lip once more, containing a whine from escaping.

He teases his hand up your leg, moving slowly and keeping the pressure light.

“Use your words, babydoll.”

“Y-yes” you breathe out almost instantly.

“Come down then”. Roman smirks and you can’t contain the deep whine this time as you lower yourself to your knees on the seat of the booth. The leather groaning slightly under your body.

He looks up at you before giving you his still-gloved hand. You take the tip of the index finger into your mouth and bite down lightly, letting him pull his hand out.

He matches the movement, teeth meeting teeth with a click. His gaze follows the dropping glove next to him, his eyes holding on the glove one moment, allowing you to stroke the side of his face as he licks a stripe up your thigh in response.

Roman turns his head up at you as your hand reaches his chin and he leans in back, resting on the back of the booth. A hungry look in his black-lined eyes. All but physically drooling.

“Tell me you want me,” He commands with a whisper as he runs his hands up both your legs. Igniting every inch under his touch.

His eyes are so intense, overflowing with passion and desire - you want to look away.

Instead you run your fingers through your lover’s hair and pull the threads, making him close his eyes with a deep groan within his chest.

“Oh, babygirl.” He growls and finishes with a dark laugh.

Springing his head back up, he breathes you in before lifting your dress and diving into your covered core.

He groans once his lips touch the velvet.

“You’re so fucking wet for me, darlin,”

He pulls back and smirks up at you. You let out the breath you had taken upon feeling his hot tongue against you and bite your lip.

“All for you, Mr. Sionis”

He growls at that.

“Oh you are all mine, Mrs. Sionis.”

He peels back your underwear to the side before giving you one last look with a wink as he buries his face between your legs.

Your hands fly to his hair, your only stabilizer as you writhe against him. Soon your shaky breaths and loud moans fill the room as he begins sucking, licking, and pleasuring every intimate inch of you.

You want to savor the moment but you know Roman’s lost control. He want to bring you to the edge as fast and as hard as possible.

His tongue laps up at you as you grind your body into his face, loving the extra tingle the slight stubble on his face brings.

He peeks up at you and winks as he meets your eyes and you want to laugh but all that comes out is a gasp as he’s flicking your clit with the tip of his tongue.

You tense as you feel Roman’s fingertips flirt with your lips, your body beginning to quake as you know what he wants.

You squeeze the locks of hair you have tangled in your fingers and whine.

“Please, Roman,”

He hums a pleased laugh against you, the vibrations sending shivers through your core.

You won’t last much longer.

He pulls away to watch you as he brings two fingers to the center, teasing

Once,

Twice,

Three

times before diving in and instantly curling.

You throw your head back in a long groan but then quickly struggle to take a breath as he brings his mouth back to you.

His tongue is moving in perfect synchrony with his fingers, in and out at a fast, steady pace.

You feel it building.

He takes your clit into his mouth once more, responding to your clenching walls.

“Ro-Ro” you gasp, unable to say anything more between your hurried breaths.

Roman doesn’t even ask as he hurries his movements just enough to take all breath from your lungs and start your orgasm.

With one second of calm you take a breath, he pushes into you again, his mouth harsh and rough and

Oh GOD

“So good”

Your mantra begins as your legs shake,

“So good”

“So...”

The wave slams into you and you pull his head in, smothering him as you let go.

He takes every drop and your senses flow back as he slows his movements and removes his fingers from you.

You open your eyes and look down as Roman takes his covered fingers into his mouth.

Groaning as he sucks, and stares into your eyes.

Satisfied, he smacks lips and runs thumb across his lips.

“You want more, kitten?”

You nod, somehow already getting excited again by the thought of him filling you up.

He drags his wet hand from his mouth and the other from its place on your thigh to his crotch.

Roman palms himself and your mouth waters.

You want to taste everything he has to offer you.

He unfastens his belt, button and zipper, and slides his pants and underwear just enough to free himself.

His cock is hard and pulsing with desire.

He meets your eyes as you finally look away from the object of your desire and he smiles widely.

“Come sit down for Daddy.”

Your eyes roll back with a shiver.

You lower yourself to his lap as you guide yourself slowly onto him, hand resting on his pelvis once you’re fully seated.

You bring your hands to his face and stare into his blue eyes for a moment - allowing you both to simply bask in the feeling of your bodies conjoined.

You grind as you pull his face to yours, catching his open mouth in a dirty kiss. A groan passes from one to the other and Roman squeezes your hips as he pulls away and nuzzles his head into your neck.

“Kitten...”

He’s warning you. If you can’t handle it you‘ll have to say it now.

But you don’t. You want him hard and rough and dirty and fast.

You dig your nails into his shoulders and he takes the cue.

Instantly he’s slamming up into you, pounding your body so hard you’re shaking like a rag doll and wildly screaming.

He angles his hips up and moves your hips in circles, dragging your clit around his body, the feeling electrifying you with every movement.

It’s all so much. So euphoric.

You know you won’t last long.

Roman goes back to jackhammering you. Causing the screams in your throat to stick and eyes to squeeze shut and roll back.

“Who’s your daddy, babygirl?”, he asks as he slows but instead mercilessly pushes as deep as he can go.

His hand glides up your throat, a gentle reminder of his possession.

“Y-you”, you gasp.

“Cmon I want to hear you scream it.” He roars.

“Who’s. Your. Daddy?”

He thrusts harder and rougher, emphasizing each word.

“Oh god, Oh Fu- You, Roman”

He’s driving into you, spurred on by your breathless words, hands now gripping your hips hard as he holds you above him, angling you perfectly so he continually hits your deepest point.

“Oh fuck, YES! Oh god, I’m all yours, Roman. All...”

He drives into you and you’re breathless. So close to the edge, only a hair away from tumbling over.

“Oh fuckfuckfuck Ro- I-“ you curl your toes and grab his hair once more, tugging wildly in feverish urgency.

He looks up at you with a wicked grin, lips still shining from your previous climax.

“You going to cum all over Daddy’s cock, Princess?”

“Oh yes! Oh PLEASE, Daddy. Please let me cum”, you sob. The ecstasy of being on the edge swallowing every feeling except him.

“You want it babygirl?” He’s breathless.

“Yes!” You cry.

“Yeah?” He’s teasing you as he lifts your body up and down. Fucking into you like a toy.

“I don’t think you do.” He growls, pushing his face to your chest to bite at your breasts through the dress.

You can’t take it.

“Yes, fuck PLEASE roman, please let me cum.”

“That’s a good girl.”

He muses, slowing again.

“Mmm. My good girl.”

He does two quick thrusts with the snap of his hips.

The hand around your throat squeezes, causing black to cloud the edges of ceiling as your throw your head back.

“But Daddy gets to cum first.”

A few more hard thrusts as your walls are clenching around him his body shaking as he continues to fuck as he cums deep inside you.

You both know what’s coming next. What he’s pulling out of you.

The pressure builds, you feel Roman groan and still before picking up a brutally fast pace. His cock slamming into yours as he buries himself in you, the sound of your bodies euphoric and pornographic as you ride his cum covered cock.

He moves his hands so one is rubbing your clit, the other on your back, tilting your body towards him.

The feelings are all too much. The pleasure overwhelming your body.

You mouth hangs open, unable to form any words.

He pushes his hand harder against your clit, rubbing so incredibly fast you can’t hold it any longer.

“Cmon. Squirt all over me, babygirl.”

The dam breaks instantly at his plea and you’re spasming over him and under his touch, his body holding you up and pulling gush after gush from you.

The high lasts - clouding your vision, the ringing in your ears, the absence of time of heaven on earth.

The shaking stops, his fingers still, and his kisses move to your body.

“Such a good girl” Roman whispers into your body between kisses as you remain mute and overwhelmed.

“Such a good girl for me.”

You eventually come down enough to run your hand through his hair. He looks up at you with complete adoration and you shiver with a laugh as he twitches inside you.

You hold his head in your hands and lean down for a kiss. Pushing your lips every so slightly rough with your lack of senses hindering your ability to finely control your movements.

You pull back, still breathless and giggle as you keep your foreheads pressed together.

“Fu-fu...”

You kiss him again. Pulling away with a drag of his lips following yours.

“Fuck.” You finally get out, blinking heavily, while you learn how to control your body once more.

“Yeah?” He pushes your hips forward, sending a groan that travels from his body to yours.

“Y-Yeah.” You laugh, as you kiss him just right this time.

Roman chuckles as he pulls away and looks at you. Eyes running over your face that just screams you were thoroughly fucked out.

“Don’t think I’m done with you, sugar.”

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