#yandere roman sionis x reader

[recreationalfanfics]

Yandere! Roman Sionis x Reader

Note: I have a huge crush on Roman Sionis (not the BoP version) so I wanted to try my hand at writing him <3 Also, I am going with the version where he can take the mask off.

Roman Sionis was a lot of things.

He was a trust fund kid who relied on daddy’s money all his life until he decided to take that money for himself.

He was a horrible business man so he turned into a mob boss, you know, as you do.

He was a whack job who had a sick and twisted obsession with you and was currently holding you captive.

But you honestly think that the worst part about him was that he was incredibly snarky and condescending. To you at least, his countless victims would most likely complain about his sadistic and brutal torture methods, but you doubt that you’d ever experience that for yourself. Mostly because Roman knew how to psychologically torture people in other ways.

“There we go, don’t you feel all pretty now?” He hummed, tilting his masked face and speaking in a way that made you know he was smirking. 

The scene is tense for everyone. His gangsters stand behind the other tailors who are sobbing quietly as they sit on one knee, you can feel the uneasiness of the two tailors behind you as they silently pray and beg repentance for every sin they’ve committed, but what makes it worse is that all eyes are on you. You want to avoid speaking, one of Roman’s favorite pastimes is to find a way to misinterpret your words on purpose so he could have an excuse to kill someone, to guilt you into thinking that you were the one who condemned them to death despite him pulling the trigger. You feel your stomach churn, knowing that someone was going to die for Roman’s own amusement, and he knew it too.

“C’mon, give Daddy a twirl, yeah?” He hums. 

Daddy.

You scrunch your nose in disgust. You absolutely hated it when he called himself that, it made you want to shrink into yourself, and rip your ears off so you’d never have to hear him say it again. He probably knew you hated it too, guessing by the way he chuckled at your incredibly obvious reaction, and it’s probably the only reason why he says it. Still, you do as he says because you have no choice and try to twirl for him enthusiastically. The last time you tried to be nonchalant about a gift as a form of subtle protest was when you were getting fitted for a ring, that resulted in one person losing their life and the employees getting all of their ring fingers cut off, and you know what Roman said to justify/blame it on you?

“You deserve only the best, sweetheart. If they can’t give it to you, then I don’t think they should be alive.”

Maybe in another life, where you were an equally depraved criminal, you would’ve found his words to be genuine and sweet. However, you knew that Roman Sionis was incapable of being genuine and sweet, and that this was another one of his mind games. A warning for future reference that if you wanna try and resist him, even in the most tiniest and insignificant ways, he will not stand for it. 

“Absolutely stunning.” He praises, standing up to walk towards you. 

You resist the urge to step away from him, no matter how strong it may be, because you know that’s another way to get someone killed. Instead you stand there, obediently like the good spouse you were, and don’t flinch when he brings a gloved hand to the diamond necklace around your neck.

“But you know me, I’m a sucker for you wearing anything expensive,” He says, almost in a tender tone as if there was some truth to his words, but you don’t think about that. Instead, you think about his next sentence:

“What do you think about it?”

You gulp and you look up at him, your eyes silently begging him not to do this to you. Not to make you have to stand outside the shop as you hear gunshots and crying, shamelessly throwing his arm around you with small droplets of blood decorating his nice white suit, and leaving you lying away from his body as your haunted by what you could have done differently even if you knew Roman wouldn’t have let you. His dark eyes stare back at you with nothing but a mischievous glee and you were on higher alert than ever.

“I love it!” You say, forcing your best smile and cheery tone.

He fidgets with your necklace between his fingers, his eyes now studying the way the diamond sparkles rather than your incredibly unconvincing expression, and he just says: “Yeah? That right?”

 Still, you nod eagerly and continue to try and guess what he wants to hear: “Yeah, it looks really good on me, I think! I really like the style, a-and the material, and the uh-” You lose your train of thought as he slowly lets go of the diamond hanging from the sterling silver chain, letting it fall back down to your chest as he slowly starts to walk behind you, and the goosebumps start to rise on your skin. You didn’t like this, you didn’t like this at all, but you still tried your best to keep going, “the, um, the color is nice.”

“The color, hm?” He mumbles, his hands gently massaging your shoulders as he lowers his mouth (or where it’s supposed to be) next to your ear, “You sure about the color, sweet thing?”

You nod your head again, giving a shrill “mhm!” because your words are dying in your throat. You hated it when he got too close like this, it made you nervous, and you wanted him to get away from you. You wanted to push him off, to scream and run, but you also knew you couldn’t do that. His silence made the very blood in your veins run cold but set your mind on fire as you were trying to figure out how to salvage this already doomed moment. 

“Really? Because you hate this color.” Roman states, his hands moving from your shoulders to your waist.

Someone’s sobs become a little louder than the rest and when Roman turns his head to look at them, you quickly turn around to face him again and put your hands on his chest. It does what you intended it to do because his eyes are back on you.

“I changed my mind!” 

“Nah, I don’t think you did. If I recall, you absolutely hate this color because it reminds you of me.”

There’s an edge to his voice now, a petty “gotcha” kind of one. He wasn’t wrong, though, because he tried to give you something in the same horrendous color early on when he abducted you and you blew him off. Saying how you wouldn’t want something so gross and so…him. You gulp, realizing two things: 1. Roman had an excellent memory regarding you and 2. You just lied to his face. 

And he hated it even more when you lied.

You stammer out apologies and excuses, anything that could help the situation but he steps away from you before taking out his concealed gun. One of the workers lets out a fearful cry and tries to back away but one his False Facers comes and grabs them by their shoulders, walking closer towards Roman despite the fearful protest of the poor innocent civilian. They were going to be the first one to die.

“I mean, c’mon, none of ya had the decency to look at how unhappy they were when they saw the color? None of you guys stopped to ask them what was wrong and fix it and put a smile on their precious little face?” He shakes his head as he loads his weapon. They beg for their lives as you try to plead with the devil himself.

“Roman, please, they probably didn’t want to go against you! Th-They knew that you knew best and I- I promise I love this color-” 

You sound so pathetic, yipping at the big dog not to use his fangs, but you had no power here. No one did except for Roman Sionis, a man who never did anything other than to get more power for himself and to make others miserable, even the one he claimed to love the most. 

Then it hits you.

Your body reacts faster than your mind as you take the fleeting opportunity to have one hand grab his mask and the other to grab his tie. Not even Roman was aware of what was happening as he tensed up the moment he felt your lips against his. You gripped the mask tightly in your free hand as you kept a strong hold on his tie, even pulling him closer towards you as if you were trying to chain him to you. As if forcing yourself to do this usually romantic and loving act is enough to break his need for blood. And it does.

Once Roman understands what’s going on, he drops his gun and cups your face with his hands as he kisses you back. Tilting his head to the side to deepen it and his body relaxes. You might not see it but you cloud your mind completely. His eyes stay open for a while as he sees one beautiful tear stream down your cheek before they go half lidded and he surrenders himself to this bliss.

You’re making his heart do the thing again.  You did it to him the first time he met you, then you did it the second time, then so on and so forth, and here you go doing it again to him. You wonder why he’s so addicted to you, don’t worry, he does too. He wonders why he bothers with such an ungrateful little brat who doesn’t appreciate his gestures and only pays attention to the crimson that stains his hands, why he bothers with someone who sleeps on the farthest part of their bed as if Roman was some horrible monster they didn’t want to touch, but it’s times like this that he remembers why. It’s because you were the only one who could make him feel this way, who could give him a taste of what love felt like, but also made him feel so powerful when you did stuff like this as a last resort.He pulls away for air, your lips chase after him despite being out of breath as well to try and buy a little more time, but he’s just gonna tease you later and ask if he was just that damn good of a kisser. 

Roman stares at you again, this time really looking at you, and his hands still cup your face gently. His pants softly under his breath as one thumb from his hand gently caresses your cheek. You stare at him with hopeful eyes and while he does love keeping you at the bottom of his heel and remind you whose in charge…he figures that this time it wouldn’t hurt to let you have your way.

“On second thought, boys,” He starts and he loves the way you edge closer to him unintentionally, “...Let ‘em go, they can be off the hook. This time.”

You let out a breath of relief but then shyly hand Roman back his mask, your hand letting go of his tie and wrapping your arm around his. As he puts on his mask, he relishes in the feeling of you resting your head on his shoulder and being more affectionate with him. Maybe you were so relieved that you managed to get through to him or maybe you were just exhausted with everything that went down but you fall asleep on his shoulder during the ride home and when he’s done admiring the sight, he gently puts his head on top of yours.

[kneamet]

could you please do jealous/possessive roman sionis???

blood moon ball

Trigger Warning: angst, obsession, drabble, yandere

Word Count: 613

Character: roman sionis/reader

blood moon ball

A mad night under a cold moon, the scarlet sky of flesh waved love in a haze. Stars were scrawled on the ceiling — so far away, almost real! the constellation of the monster pointed the way, dragged back into a deep, cruel and pathetic embrace; an embrace full of darkness and depravity, death and blood. It was the blood moon ball — Roman was the main guest, and angering him was like an execution. This is a one— actor theater for a single spectator — you. A spectator doomed to eternal imprisonment, contemplating the whole horror of life with faded eyes.

Lost to yourself, the whole world, but not to Roman, you were connected with strangers by a thread. They were sitting on chairs —coquettes with fake eyebrows, shiny earrings and mocking pupils, gentlemen with bloody hearts, greasy smiles and tasteless clothes. A row of flickering chandeliers poured abundant rays on the joyful faces of famous thieves, murderers who were going to shed a bloody sweat. And only you, like a small white flower sprouted in dirt and gloom, looked around the club in confusion, unable to move. Not being able to say a word against Roman that squeezed you in an insatiable embrace.

He kissed your neck, breathed hotly on your bare shoulders and ran his gloved hands along your waist. You shuddered, trembled and thoughtlessly looked into the distance, envied the crowd of harlots that were overcome with passion, madly rejoiced, traded in lost beauty and honor; they are carefree, who decided that life belongs to them; they are the same as you were a few months ago. Roman, not paying attention and ordering Zsasz to guard the most remote chairs, whispered in ear:

"Mine, mine, mine…"

The skin was covered with goosebumps, the heart beat faster. Your gaze was poisoned by endless longing. Forgotten dreams rise again with royal towers, block, help to live in the male world of the Novel. Roman protects you, protects you and pleases before you, ready to get the enemy's heart and present it on a platter. His control knows no bounds, but you feel — or should feel — safe. You're not in danger, but I'm worried, baby! he keeps saying, once again closing you at home. He says he has to protect.

Roman is a fragrant, luxurious fruit, a tombstone urn asking for tears; it is an evil spirit chasing from all sides, burning your chest with an unclean flame; you are forced to breathe it, inhale and swallow. Roman is a spider, he weaves webs and entangles victims, lives several lives that are nothing to him. His nets envelop the whole Gotham and it is not possible to get out, and why would you do that? Every girl in the city dreams of being in the bed of Roman Sionis, so why do you refuse?

Prohibitions multiply like bacteria, ordinary relationships will turn into continuous obligations and services — don't do this, don't do that. You sigh, trying to say something, but you are silent, afraid, remembering the bruises left on your neck. Suddenly you twitch when you feel the touch of tongue on the skin and the wet trail left. Roman, like a cat, makes this gesture, as if trying to ask for forgiveness, to lick wounds. Paying attention to a man walking with a drunken gait to your table, you don't even have time to say a word, as he, leaning against, demands something:

"Pretty, you want…"

He is interrupted by a dull bullet fired in the forehead. He falls with a thud, softly, almost inaudible thanks to the loud music. Your eyes widen and you swallow; Roman runs a gun through your hair.

"Mine."

im sorry if this isnt exactly what u wanted, i can always write something different fur u, anon! also, please indicate which type u would like to read - a drabble (500~ words) or a fic (2000+ words), since they are very different in content. drabble is more of a rest than a full-fledged job, so they may not be very interesting, perhaps boring and clumsy in terms of the plot. but if you liked it, then im very glad!

[the-fo0l]

Yandere!Roman Sionis x reader

Notes: i hate him but i watched Birds of Prey and felt the need to write this, maybe a bit out of character cuz i prefer soft yanderes

Warnings: mentions of kidnapping and murder

He's just about as delusional as yanderes get

Honestly there's hardly any difference between regular Roman and yandere Roman

He genuinely believes that you two are soulmates, meaning, he immediately ditches all other women he's been talking to

His emotions switch up so fast, he can do from 1 to an 100 in a second, in fact, a lot of people know him for his dramatic and aggressive outbursts

But now that you're here, there's finally a way to calm him down, seriously, he could literally be in the middle of the biggest temper tantrum of his life but as soon as he sees you, with that scared look on your face, all the anger goes away

Blows damn near all this money on gifts for you, you'll get all of life's finest luxuries whether you like it or not

And naturally you're protected in Gotham, no one dares to even look at you, shit you may as well be the Joker's s/o

Anyone stupid enough to even dare say something even remotely negative about you better hope Roma. doesn't find out, otherwise they will be begging for the sweet release of death soon enough

Wants to wear matching jewelry

And matching outfits

If he has a meeting of any kind he wants you to be there 1. to make sure he doesn't go ballistic 2. cause he hates being away from you for long 3. you're the eyecandy ;)

He let's you have some freedom, like you can go shopping, clubbing and out with friends but he does insist on regular checkups to check on your well-being

But make so much as one attempt at escaping him and you'll be tied up and in his arms before you know it

Gets super dramatic with birthdays or anniversaries. Everyone in Gotham has to hear him talk their ear off about how he has the best s/o

As he says, you're just too cute, how could he not?

[bad4amficideas]

In the earth 1t8, do any of the villains have that fun dynamic where they hate the Bat and love Y/N Wayne or the other way around?

Well now that you say it. (This question automatically rules out those who know of Bats' identity like the Al Ghul family, Harley Quinn y Harvey Dent/Good Side). See here for more villains thingies

Note: English is not my language, so I hope you will be understanding of any flaws you find.

Jonathan Crane has a dislike for Y/N Wayne but respects Bats. This is because all the money that Wayne has invested in educational institutions came with restrictions and regulations included in the experimentation (even if the students were volunteer subjects). On the other aide Bats inspires fears and that deserves respect (and envy).

Sionis Roman. Thomas Elliot. These two are totally, sick and utterly in love with Y/N Wayne and let's give thanks that they already decided to share them. They've decided it's theirs and be with them and Ric Powers in the same gala or room in winter makes heating unnecessary. The room burns alone with the hatred they bring among all of them. If this was an A/B/O AU, people would be swooning from the pressure of these three fighting for their mate. Except that Dick is the most alpha of the three. Oh, but they HATE the Bats. Their plan is to control the streets of Gotham and "secure" them for their dear Wayne (like a couple of mobsters that they are) and Bats is in the middle, Bats doesn't let them pass one, they destroys each and every one of their bases and operations and if it wasn't because they work together to cover their asses, their dear Wayne would have discovered that they were villains a long time ago (by the press and being captured and such, a case that has not happened yet).

Bane. I think I said it in my other post. I have made Bane the president of Santa Prisca, because I love to fuck with diplomatic immunity (in fiction, that is) Also, he is a strong AND intelligent man. And no touching Alfred. Alfred is sacred. And he doesn't know Bats identitny. Now, we can continue: This Bane has been found many times at galas with Wayne. He doesn't like their "persona", but from seeing them in so many galas (especially in galas that have been ruined by some other villain on duty), he has already realized that it's a facade, so he finds them interesting. He also wonders what skeletons they hides in the closet, why Wayne's so damn charitable. At first Bane had a problem with Bats, but more related to "you dress up as what scare me". Over time he has come to see them as a RIVAL, he really is the type of villain that if meets you on the street he says "fight me" and he will fight with all the bad energy in the world but if you politely explain to him that your friend is in labor he will told "ok, good luck" and he will leave you alone (Oh, but if he's stealing or something. Don't let him down, you have to try to stop him at least)

Harvey Dent. He met Wayne during his studies. They supported him, encouraged him. They are a friend (maybe something else). Harvey's good side is quiet about Bats' identity, which he knows; his soul hurts by the trust that Bats has in him. Harvey-Bad thinks that Bats is a sanctimonious person always trying to "reform" him and everyone and he hopes a fourth-rate thief kills them in a dark alley in a humiliating way.

Edward Nygma. He's not interested in Wayne at all, as they has not shown anything (superior intelligence, detective skills) that could interest him. If you ask his it's something like "Oh yeah, the benefactor of Gotham" and that's all. This Riddler is sometimes close to discovering the identity of Bats and sometimes closer to touching the sun. The truth is that he enjoys spending his time creating his puzzles more than solving that particular puzzle, especially since Bats "plays" with him, makes suggestions, praises him, etc.

Victor Fries. Wayne has invested in all his research for his wife. They're a blessing from heaven. They has never turned his back on him. Bats is always messing up his plans (although at least they lets him have a snow day on his wife's birthday), so he doesn't hate you.

For Selina Kyle. Wayne is kind of repellent. They are happy, has a lot of qualities, people love them. They has everything and everyone served on a platter, that's is unfair. So what does it matter if she steals one thing or another from them? But Selina respects Bats, because Bats tries to do something good in a crazy city, but for the same reason she believes that Bats themselves is crazy.

Pamela Isley. Of course Pamela didn't know who Bats was at first, but she was really a fan of WE and its president because every time they discovered or was informed that something didn't add up in their companies they took it seriously or sought to correct it. According to her, if all businessmen were like Wayne, she wouldn't have to do what she does. Poison Ivy on the other hand is annoyed that Bats won't let her carry out her plans, that they are never affected by her pheromones and yet Bats expects her to heed her when Bats tells Poison Ivy that random company would be a better target for such x or y motive and what if she just did z thing she wouldn't harm anyone and... which, look, is a good plan, but who's in charge of ecoterrorism here????

Oswald Cobbleplot. After @dcsupersimp introduced me to TellTales, I've decided that along with Hush and Black Mask (and Batwoman and Alfred obviously), Penguin is now part of Bats' childhood as well (Harvey joined in high school). What I want to say is that Oswald totally approves of Wayne, because he remembers and even cares, gets, the child! Wayne that given the public person that Bats maintains for the public, is the most "Y/N" that anyone can gets and Wayne has also helped him not to make too many bad decisions that would have ruined him (of course he would never share the other side of his business with lovely Wayne!). With Bat!Reader is an ambivalent pulling to despise them. Bats, As Batman, uses Penguin to get information and in return gives him some rope.This certainly annoys Oswald a lot and from time to time he sets up schemes to let off steam but in the end -since his money keeps him out of jail- he's the informer of Bats always for his own good -and if he doesn't want a lot of little birds turning his face into pulp-.

Slade Wilson has been hired to kill both Bats and Wayne. He actually did a relatively deep check on Wayne (not deep enough to discover their alter ego) and decided not to take the case of Wayne because "Wayne is the sun that keeps Gotham turning." (that was fucking poetic). He respects what Wayne does and while he wouldn't go out of his way to save them, he definitely won't go against them. On the other hand Kill Bats? Ooooh, that sounds like a challenge and a worthy opponent. Subsequent encounters only confirm it. And well, if in a job in parallel he has the opportunity to confront them, he's not going to complain either.

[tarrensbookmarks]

Batman

➼ Alfred Pennyworth ‣I'll Be Seeing You by eupheme Invisible Man!Alfred x F!Reader ‣Slip Into Your Skin by stargirlfics Alfred Pennyworth x Black F!Reader ‣The Gentleman by stargirlfics Alfred Pennyworth x F!Black Dancer!Reader ‣Penny For Your Thoughts by eupheme Alfred Pennyworth x F!Reader ‣In Bloom by eupheme Alfred Pennyworth x F!Reader and sex pollen

➼ Bruce Wayne/Batman ‣Iron by stargirlfics Battinson x F!Reader

➼ Jason Todd/Red Hood/Arkham Knight ‣Dark!AK!Jason Todd x F!Reader by nocturne-pisces

➼ Harvey Dent/Two-Face ‣Yandere!Two-Face x GN!Reader by recreationalfanfics

➼ Roman Sionis/Black Mask ‣Morning After by gilverrwrites Roman Sionis x Reader

dividers by saradika-graphics

[littleredwing89]

I was galvanized by the lack of Roman posts so.... Roman being a creepy boss + Singer! Reader :)

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The red glittery sequins of your dress sparkled around the nightclub as you sashayed your hips on the stage. Your hair was pinned back with some loose curls falling down to frame your elegant features. Standing in front of the microphone, you wrapped your delicate, gloved fingers around it. The backing musicians began to play, the sound reverberating through your body, electrifying your soul. Your ruby red lips parted as you began to sing.

“I wanna be loved by you, just you, And nobody else but you, I wanna be loved by you alone”.

Your sultry voice poured through the club, dripping honey sweet. The crowd never taking their eyes off you. You saw him. Roman. Stood on the balcony of his office, his dark gaze drinking you in. He had a cigar in one hand, a glass of champagne in the other. He screamed power. His penetrating stare caused your skin to tingle as you continued to sing, especially for him.

“I wanna be kissed by you, just you, Nobody else but you, I wanna be kissed by you alone”.

You swirled your hips side to side as you sang, letting the notes flow over you. Having your boss stare at you so hungrily, devouring you, sparked passionate flames as you performed.

“I couldn't aspire, To anything higher, Than to feel the desire, To make you my own”.

You let your hand stroke down the front of your curves as you sang, slowly on purpose. If he was going to watch, you wanted to give him a show to remember.

——

Taking the pins out of your hair, your silken locks fell down your back. The thin, sheer robe covered your body as you stood in front of the dressing room mirror, preparing to take off your makeup. Your beautiful dress hung up on the front of the wardrobe.

You gasped suddenly when the door to your room flew open, your hands flying to your robe, pulling it tighter around your body. Roman barged in, slamming it closed behind him. You swallowed nervously as he made his way across the room, caging you against the dresser table with his body.

“You certainly got my attention tonight kitten”, he smirked drawing his gloved finger down your cheek and across your full lips. Your breathing hitched when his thigh wedged itself between your legs, the expensive Italian material stroking your inner thighs. Images of riding it invaded your thoughts, purring his name into the night. He seemed to read your mind and gave you a sly grin.

***

[internalsealpanic]

All That Glitters

Summary: Pandora’s box is a black box covered in silk and embossed with the initials R.S.

a/n: So uh this work is a follow up to my fic Better Die than Doubt but it can be read as a stand alone. This thing resulted from the combined might of  @knightfall05x,  @lucy-roo​, and my thirst. I said the follow up to that fic would be fluffy. The chronological follow up will come out at some point. I  just have a single braincell and it decided it wanted to write more Black Mask being an absolute bastard. Thanks to those two hoes for enabling and proof reading. See you both in hell

warnings:  This is smut. I was being haunted. This work contains noncon, past noncon, violence, Roman being an asshole, daddy kink, size kink, strength kink (if you squint ), yandere themes, stalking, exhibitionism, a dude who cannot take no for  an answer and choking.  

masterlist

“Hey Jay,” You chirp into the phone, maneuvering it over your shoulder carefully so you wouldn't drop it while you held your soda can at an arm's length away from you hoping it wouldn’t explode on you when you attempt to open it. 

 “Hey, sweet-” You blow out a raspberry halting the correction in its tracks. You can practically picture Jason’s mouth swerve into an odd shape caught between proceeding with his correction or backtracking.  He chose neither. You hear him swear viciously. You snort making him huff. 

 “What’s up, asshat?” He asks, endearingly. You can pretty much hear him rolling his eyes from this side of the world. You frown hearing how winded he sounded. 

 “Jay, if this is a bad time, I can-”

 “You’re fine it’s just a little-”

 “JAYBIRD, A LITTLE HELP WOULD BE NICE”

 “Roy sounds like he needs help. I can call back later.”

 “Roy can handle himself.”

 “Thanks for the confidence, Jaybird, but I think I’d prefer if you kept shooting straight.”

 You snort feeling warmth build up in your chest despite the chilly weather. You chirp delighted when you open the can and it doesn’t explode. You hear Jason chuckle. The smart remark he had on the edge of his tongue dies on his lips when your breath hitches audibly at the sound of his gun firing. Jason makes a noise, the kind you use to prompt someone to tell you if they’re ok without having to ask. You swallow and nod and curse remembering he can’t see you. You blow out a breath, making sure it comes out steady. 

 “Y/n...”

 “I’m-” You wanted to say fine but you knew the word fine was wholly inappropriate and untrue for this situation. “I’m gonna survive. I promise.” 

 Jason doesn’t make a sound of agreement or disagreement. He simply acknowledges it. You silently thank him for the neutrality. 

 “JAYBIRD”

 “SHUT UP, HARPER”

 You hear Kory sigh in exasperation somewhere in the distance.  In the background, you hear a shriek which you assume is from Jason. Then the line cuts out. 

You try to redial. 

 Nothing. 

 You try again.

 Nothing. 

 A laugh rips out of your chest. You cry out in pain, the fizzy drink rushing up your nose. You wince and curse and settle on blaming Jason.  You suspect they somehow broke the phone. You wouldn’t be too surprised by that outcome. You sigh but there was no point in complaining about it. You might as well finish your lunch in peace. 

   You chew on your cheek as you walk back to your cubicle, everyone’s eyes are on you. You feel your breathing pick up a fraction of a second faster. 

 One

 Two

 .

.

.

.

 Two

 Fuck

 You dig your nails into your palm. Your footfalls become heavier and a little louder even against the white noise around you. You slowdown and shake your head. You haven’t had an attack at work so far and you aren’t about to start now. You inhale deeply, letting your chest expand as you run through the things Dinah taught you.  

 Take stock of the situation around you. 

 The world around you was buzzing with life-shuffling papers, ringing phones, humming of machines, and blips of voices here and there. The room is bright and clean under the light of sterile fluorescent lights. You take in all the voices around you. You’re not alone. The knot building in your shoulders loosens. You continue. 

 Take stock of your body. 

 Your body is trembling, the beginnings of a panic attack looming over you. Instead of cursing it, you let it. It was only natural to relapse once in a while. The trauma wasn’t fresh. Not in your opinion, at least. Dinah and, apparently, everyone else had a different opinion. You’re good at being ok but you were human. You let out a  long breath, half-tempted to let your eyes slide shut but you’re afraid of finding yourself in that room again, of seeing him, of feeling him on you. Revulsion spasmed in your body in powerful waves. Sure, you’re a showboat, Jay had said as much, but showing off and causing a scene were two entirely different things and you weren’t entirely sure you could endure the looks of pity from your coworkers every time you came through those doors. 

 Stiffly, you walk towards your cubicle. Your neighbor, Chelsea, smiling conspiratorially at you while your manager glares daggers at you. You raise an eyebrow at Chelsea who waggles her eyebrows in return.   

 “This is how you tell me I got fired?” You sigh, a smile twitching at the corners of your mouth. 

 Chelsea rolls her eyes at you. “Nope, but the boss man did want me to tell you to tell your boyfriend that he really shouldn’t be sending you gifts at work but honestly, I …...” Your brows knit in confusion, cold dread licking at the pit of your stomach. 

 “I don’t have a boyfriend.” You say slowly trying to keep the mounting panic out of your voice. You could hear your blood pulsating in your ears, heart threatening to jump out of your chest. Your feet are itching for you to run outside and call Jason or Dinah or anyone but the stupider part of you- the curious part of you was clawing at your mind to proceed. 

“Y/n, are- are you ok?” You blink and look at the clock. Two minutes. You blacked out for two minutes which, if you were being totally honest, was a huge improvement. 

 “Yeah. I’m fine.”

 “If you say so” She shrugs, her eyes still not pulling away from you.  

 Mechanically, you turn to your desk. Your entire being freezes when your eyes land on the black box sitting on the desk and the large bouquet of red roses sitting next to it.  The box was rectangular, black with silver trimmings embossed on it. Large ‘R.S.’ written in fancy lettering at the bottom right corner of the lid. You wanted to vomit. 

 You draw a breath and flex your fingers. You can feel your teeth digging into your cheeks. 

 “Hey, Chel?”

 “Yeah?”

 “Can I borrow some tissues?” You ask your voice barely above a whisper but still miraculously steady. She frowns at your handing you a couple of tissues. Normally, you keep your vigilante habits out of your civilian life but considering the initials embossed on this obnoxiously expensive-looking box sitting on your desk, you think this level of paranoia is justified. 

 You stop to calculate the odds that the box contained explosives which turns up zero. You sigh but a shiver climbs up your spine when you run through the possibilities of what Roman could have thought of as a gift. 

 “Y/n, what the fuck?” If Chelsea wasn’t watching you before, she was now. You glance at her quickly and give her a weak smile. You swallow the lump forming in your throat. Cautiously, you lift the lid quietly regretting not calculating the possibility of anything toxic being in it. You’re honestly surprised nothing happened. You roll your eyes upon seeing the expensive-looking black silk covering the inside.

Yes, rub your money in my face while you scare me shitless why don’t you, you fucking asshole, you think grumpily peeling the fabric away. 

 Your heart comes to a full stop when you’re met with a pair of lacy lingerie. Your lacy lingerie. Your USED lacy lingerie. You blink trying not to focus on the white stains. You sincerely did not want to think about that. Moving them aside you find a bloody shirt, the sound of its shifting fabric making gooseflesh spread all over your body. 

 You recognize it. You didn’t want to, but here it was. The bloodstains were dry but they were still visible even against the dark fabric of the shirt. Your skin prickles where the scars on your body sit. The knife wounds sting and throb as if freshly cut.  It takes everything in you not to vomit.

  It was probably the single-minded curiosity that kept you going. You maneuver the shirt carefully making sure it makes as little sound as possible.  Underneath it is a collar, simple but clearly expensive leather with the tag R.S. glittering under the sterile lights. Your throat constricts. You tear your gaze away. Your eyes sting. Next to it was a stack of photos. The top photo showed you with your, shirt torn exposing your breasts. Someone was inside you, gripping your hips. You gag.  You reign your mind in. You flip the stack over and gather your breath. Your heart stops again when you see Roman’s familiar handwriting on the back of a photo.   

 “Miss me?”

The drive back to your apartment was a blur consisting of what was most likely several severe traffic violations but you needed- you need to get out of town as quickly as possible. The odds of Roman himself showing up to your little town was low, very low. Not that you’ve actually calculated it. You don’t need to. The man walks around like his feet bless every surface they touch. The man has a loaded god complex the size of Russia to put it generously. Fetching you was simply beneath him. He had henchmen for a reason after all. 

 You wave to your landlady and her husband amiably as you walk past them keeping the nervous thrum out of your movement. Your landlady returns the gesture, elbowing her sneering husband. You know what he thinks of you and your habits. Take a few guys home with you and suddenly you’re a slut. Your promiscuity was none of his fucking business. Your body was yours to do with, to give, and to take back. It was yours. It’s yours, you assure yourself but the feeling of your body and mind hanging loosely off of each other feels painfully vivid at the moment. 

 You shake your head. This wasn’t the best time to sort out your hang-ups.  

 You press your ear to your apartment door then remembered just how thick it was and remembered that you didn’t exactly have super hearing. You sigh. What you would give to be Supes right about now. You enter the apartment careful not to make your steps audible. That, however, was rendered moot by the two very large and blocky men standing in your living room. You exhale both in frustration and relief. If Roman Fucking Sionis thinks he can scare you with two meatheads, he was clearly insulting you. Well, at least, he didn’t hire anyone actually competent considering all your gear was in a duffle bag tucked neatly away under your bed. Yanno, just for this sort of eventuality. Now that you think about it. You really should have just kept it in your car but small-town crime seems to have softened you. 

 You smile letting the irritation mold you into something sharp and venomous. You throw the box at one of the henchmen goading them to attack you. Its contents scattering all over the floor. You can’t bring yourself to care that some of the photos land right side up. 

 “Tell your chicken shit of a boss to come scare me himself,” You laugh, manic relief flooding through you. You feel like you’re going mad but you don’t care. It’s so much more feasible to deal with these men than it is to have to even think about Roman. “He doesn’t even have the balls to-”

 “Well, it’s nice to see you too, Sweetheart.” comes a gravelly voice from the bedroom. Your stomach drops. Roman strides out of your bedroom adjusting the cuff link of his obnoxiously expensive suit.  He looks down to the photos and gifts scattered on the ground, frowning he bends down to pick up the collar, dusting it off and stuffing it in his pocket. 

 Your fight or flight response freezes. You back into the door, the material feeling too solid for the moment. You inhale sharply, only managing short shallow breaths as Roman slowly closes the distance between you. His footfalls loud, heavy, and deliberately casual making your blood thrum. 

 No. No. No. 

 Your eyes flicker wildly around the room looking for any weapon within reach, your mind running through the numbers, the probabilities melding together into incoherent blotches of red in the back of your skull. Roman slams his large hands on either side of your head. The impact makes the door creak. You can’t stop yourself from flinching visibly, surprise and fear carving themselves on to your face. Roman barks out a derisive laugh as he trails a leather-clad finger down your chin, your throat, then to your cleavage. The contact against your bare skin makes you bristle. 

 “This here?” He emphasizes, his fingers playing with the top button of your shirt popping it carelessly revealing your baby pink, lace bra hidden beneath. “This is a little low cut for the office, isn’t it, princess?”  

 Annoyance overwhelms your sense of self-preservation. “I’m not about to take fashion advice from a guy who looks like he watches Scar Face daily.” You snipe, teeth bared.  Roman hums the undercurrent of rage filling the air. Your ribs ache, remembering an old injury. Your mouth slams shut cutting off any other snide remarks. 

 “You wear these clothes to wind me up, don’t you?” Roman drawls, his leather-clad fingers tracing up the expanse of your thigh exposed by the slit of your skirt, bunching up the skirt and playing with the waistband of your thong as he does so. His thumbs pressing circles against your inner thigh, you can’t help but quiver under his touch. “Oh the fun hasn’t even started yet...just wait”, he bites your ear lobe and tugs it between his teeth. He pulls back and glares at you. “Do you want to know how I found you in this dead-end town, princess?” He asks tilting your chin with his gloved hand. You shake your head not really interested at the moment. You’re too distracted by how flush your body was getting as he presses you further into the door with his bulk. You note with disgust the arousal suffusing through your limbs. 

 “You were all over the news, sweetheart,” You’re trying to remember what he could possibly be talking about. He leans in closer, leather-clad hand brushing against his thumb against your bottom lip, your lips parting automatically for him. He places his gloved thumb between your parted lips. “Did you really think I wouldn’t recognize that goofy smile of yours?”  You shiver lips wrapping around the intruding digit.  Your tongue flicks and swirls around it in a practiced gesture. “Good girl.” Roman hums, a grin spreading across his face while thick shame blankets you. You frown at how familiar the taste of the glove is against your tongue. You push your thoughts away wishing your mind would fall away. 

 “Baby,” He draws his hand away from your lips, wiping the thin string of saliva on your face. His hands glide down the sides of your body. “Did you really think I wouldn’t recognize these hips?” His hands grab at your hips roughly, lifting you and pulling them flush against his own. “Baby. I know what’s mine and this time I won’t let you get away from me.” He whispers against your neck, voice husky and rough. You swallow feeling his lips brush against your pulse. 

 Roughly, he wedges a thigh between your legs, the friction against your core making you keen. The friction woke something in you and loosened a few other things. Your hips roll desperately against the thick muscle of his thighs. Roman grins against your neck,  loosening his grip on your hips and letting you fuck yourself on his thigh. You will yourself to stop but the heat twisting in your gut is too much. You hate yourself. You well and truly hate yourself. Your cheeks warm, breath coming out in pants. 

 Roman places a kiss on your collarbone, teeth grazing your sensitive flesh. Your tongue is caught between your teeth to hold back a moan but the shiver spreading throughout your body says it too loudly. Roman chuckles, vibrations deep within his chest making you weak. Roman licks a stripe up your neck, planting kisses and hickeys along your jaw. “God, you taste sweet, princess.” He murmurs hot against your neck, the smirk dripping from his voice. It feels like acid against your skin. 

 He guides your pliant arms to loop around his shoulders. You obey soundlessly, tipping your head back giving him room to ravish your neck. He does with unbridled enthusiasm. You feel trapped in your own body. You don’t want this. You want to push him away but the fear coursing through you leaves you a passenger in your own body. Your breath hitches with each bite and kiss. 

 “Mine.” He rumbles resolutely, sliding the cloth of your top placing a bite on your shoulder. It stings without even looking, you know it’s deep. 

 “No” You whisper, low and unsure. 

 “No?” He challenges pulling away from your shoulder. 

 “No” You echo voice frustratingly unsteady. He sneers down at you, smile condescending. A biting rebellious part of you demands that you snarl and spit something brisque and witty at him but it’s pushed down by something viscous filling your chest. How are you drowning and why are you not dead yet?

 Just let it pass, your mind whispers to itself. Just let him get his fill and he’ll be on his way. You don’t even have to get hurt. You sincerely want to believe this. You just want this to not happen. The thought of it summons a wave of nausea deep within you. Tears well up in the corner of your eyes. You blink rapidly chasing them away. He likes it when you cry. 

 “Baby, you can’t tell me you don’t want this,” He emphasizes, pressing his thigh against your sopping pussy. The pressure makes you whine.  “Not when you’re being all cute and fucking yourself on my thigh like the dirty slut you are.”

 No. No. No.

 Rat-tat. 

 You will your hips to stop their movement but they’re too lost in their momentum. Your eyes flicker to Roman’s men, large eyes pleading. They stand stiffly doing their best to ignore you. They’re doing a damn fine job of it. 

 “Oh they won’t do anything, they’re here to watch,” Roman whispers hotly against your ear.  Your eyes flicker to them again. Your breath catching when your eyes meet one of theirs, seeing not an ounce of pity. You shove the bile rising in your throat and the quirk on their lips deep somewhere else, somewhere away from you.   

 You try to squirm away but Roman’s arm presses into your windpipe pinning you in place. You thrash and kick and hiss but your head feels light. You hear fabric shift and you still. The sound of the zipper is too loud and too real.  

Roman takes your lips in a forceful kiss making you gasp. His tongue forces its way into your mouth.  He releases your neck. You feel his fingers trail up the slits of your skirt. You try to focus on them rather than what’s pressing stiffly against your inner thigh. The fabric of your skirt bunch up by your hips. You feel your panties getting pushed aside by large fingers. You whimper again, clawing at the expensive fabric of Roman’s suit. “Please don’t do this.” You plead breathily against his ear. 

 He laughs, voice gravelly and harsh. Without further warning or preparation or ceremony, Roman shoves himself inside your warmth, pushing you further into the door. You gasp, the burning stretch making your body tremble all over. He bottomed out with a loud groan. You wanted to cover your ears or have your mind fall out of your reach but here it was painfully present along with your frozen body. He’s loud, groaning and panting as he fucks into you. He thrusts into you with wild abandon, hips clashing against each other with bruising intensity. You can feel his cock dragging in and out of you, hitting every spot violently. He wants this to hurt. You hope it would too. 

 Your cheeks burn with how your walls spasm around his cock. You want to push him away, to take him out of you but it feels so good. You try to smother the lewd sounds you make into his shirt.  Roman’s hands squeeze tightly around your waist in warning. “Yeah, that's it, baby. Let daddy know how much you want this.” You don’t protest. Instead, you let your mouth hang open and let the lewd mewls and keens tumble out. He drills into you more violently seemingly spurred on by your sounds. 

 You come with a whimper. You want to bury yourself in a hole. He comes not long after still fucking into you as he does, making sure your pussy takes all of his cum.  

 He pulls out of you, the slick sound of it absolutely sinful. Your body is slack against the door, too drained to hold itself up.  Roman pulls back, grinning down at you and whistling appreciatively as he admires his work. “Let’s dress you back up, sweetheart.” Roman coos locking something around your neck.  You don’t need to look down to know what he’s put there. The cool metal of the R.S. hanging off the collar presses stark against your hot sensitive skin.

 “You look sooo much better like this,” Blearily you look past him. Your duffle bag is already in the arms of one of his men. He grabs your face roughly making you look him in the eyes. “All mine- just as you should be.” 

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Thanks for reading! I swear I will do more fluff in the near future. I just needed this out of my system. 

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[writerbyaccident]

Dropping Pretense (Yandere Black Mask/Roman Sionis x Reader)

Request: Hi, can you make a Roman Sionis imagine where the reader is in the final battle scene and Roman sees this as the perfect opportunity to just scoop her up?

What the fuck had Dinah gotten you into.

When she had texted you that she needed backup helping save some kid, this was not what you had been expecting. Sure, you figured that there would be a few goons, a few guns. What you had definitely not been expecting though was entire goddamn army. And that didn’t even begin to cover the bitter cop, the kid with a diamond in her stomach, the vicious assassin, and the fucking psycho clown. From the moment Dinah had started working for Roman Sionis, you suspected that it would end poorly, but you certainly hadn’t predicted something on this level.

You had always thought that Roman was something of a creep, from the first day that Canary started working at the Black Mask club. Even before you had heard a single thing about his reputation you hadn’t liked him. He was always staring at you, refusing to look away even when he was talking with someone else. And when he was talking to you, the conversations were filled with too frequent laughter, too strong flirting, and far too eager smiles.

With most of Sionis’ army left in the dust by now, you ran beside Dinah and the others towards the ever looming Founders’ Pier. Up ahead you could hear the unmistakable voices of Harley Quinn and Sionis, though the words themselves were incomprehensible. Just as you and the other three women were reaching the start of the pier though, two hidden gunmen popped up from the ruins of a crashed car, wasting no time in shooting at your group. Launching yourself forward, you crashed onto the dilapidated wood of the pier, then rising to a half crouch to run to help Harley and Cass. Even when you rose up though, the gunmen didn’t even attempt to shoot you, just like how Sionis’ men had ignored you all night long. Even as you told yourself to just be grateful and keep moving, that fact wormed uncomfortably at the back of your mind.

Little did you know though, that Roman’s men had been given strict orders to leave you unharmed. To be precise, his exact words had been, “If you harm a single hair on my little flower’s head, getting your face carved off will be the least of your worries.”

If you had known what he had said, perhaps you wouldn’t have run so quickly. For the minute that you reached Sionis, his bloody face broke into a darkly obsessive grin.

“There’s my favorite little flower,” he purred. “I had been hoping that you would show.”

“Kid, are you okay?” you asked, forcing yourself to ignore Sionis’ creepy expression and creepier words.

“Shit!” Harley gasped, dropping her gun at your sudden appearance.

With that opportunity coming so perfectly—truly, Sionis thought, it must have been fate—Sionis wastes no time in pushing Cass away, rushing forward to grab you instead. Bashing the hilt of his knife against the back of your head, the monster gladly supported you as you fell backwards, utterly relishing the chance to hold you freely after so long of wanting to.

“Who cares about a dumb fucking diamond,” he whispered in your ear, “when I’ve got something far more precious?”

As he dragged your dazed form away, Sionis turned back to where Harley was helping Cass off of the ground. Chuckling, the Black Mask places a kiss on your bruised forehead.

“You got yours,” he called out triumphantly, “I got mine. And make no mistake, she is mine.”

[jasonsthots]

Almost hiding the darkness within

I have no clue how to post this properly but here we go-

Big thanks to @jaybirdsdarling like without her I definitely couldn't have made this or even posted it so thanks babes 😘

Warnings- smut- lots of it, yandere peoples, slight noncon to dubcon? Violence, slight gun play, voyeurism, cuckolding--- basically bring your holy water (there might be more but not sure 😚)

It all started with the landing. Ya' know the one. That superhero landing. The one that looks like it really hurts the knees. When that, a brown leather jacket, red helmet wearing man landed like that in front of her like a human shield. Those that had been trying to mug her, knew it was over before it had started. Before they had a chance to run, he was on them. Limps, noses, all broken when he was done.

When he was done, he just simply stood up and turned to her. She was smiling dumbly, she knew that. Her cheeks hurt, dried tears stained her cheeks, nose stuffed from running and she was sure her hair was a mess from the tugging the men had done. But she didn't care, her savor was right there-

"Miss, always put your money away inside when it's given, not when you're outside. Honestly. I thought this was common knowledge." His mechanical voice rang through the alley as he passed by, his back now to her as he looked over one last time. "And especially not in an alleyway with 100 different kinds of graffiti." And with that, he grappled away.

Y/n's pout was deep as she looked on. Giving a swift kick to one of the robbers that laid on the pavement. "Maybe next time..."

_______

It was like she had planned it. He had to start watching her. He had to. She was like a magnet for trouble. It was almost a nightly thing. Like she would purposely find the most dangerous part in Gotham to go and act like a ditz. She wasn't though. She knew better. He'd seen it. The simple smacks she gave to guys at the diner who got too handsy. She wasn't defenseless. Yeah those were small slaps to the hands, but they were a sign that she definitely could handle herself enough to know not to go into that damn alley. And there she went. In the damn alley. So like he had for the past few weeks, he swung down.

He should know better. He has bigger problems. Like that big fuckin' mafia guy who's selling drugs, weapons and people for gods sake. But there he was. Once again, kicking ass for the same girl, night after night. The simple finger point doing nothing as this time, she walked up- and grabbed it. Bringing his hand close to her face and resting it on her cheek. An unfamiliar touch that had his heart swelling and any bit of anger he held to her disappear in an instant.

She looked up to where his white covered eyes were and smiled, the grime on her face and wrecked hair not taking from the beauty she possessed. Her eyes twinkled under the dim Gotham lights, her smile twisted, breathtaking. "You always seem to be here just in time huh?"

A groan was heard from the men at their feet, earning a kick from her.

Jason's eyebrow tweaked at her action, a small smile creeping to his lips.

"Seems like it, you should be more careful, doll."

A nickname that came so easily. Her heart accepted it with open arms as she pushed her body closer to his, craning her neck back to look at him properly. "But then, how else would I see you Red?"

The man smirked under his helmet, a low chuckle coming out almost like static from the voice changer. Him too taking a step forward. "So, you admit you do this on purpose?"

A low groan erupted from the men again, this time Red kicking them to silence. Y/n hummed and rested her other hand on his waist, their chest pressed gently to each other. "Is that bad? I didn't really know how to work a signal in the sky, so I settled."

"On getting mugged?" The black haired man asked amused, the girl shrugging in response with a small giggle. Jason couldn't hold the smile that spread across his cheeks as he finally snapped the helmet off, the domino mask coming as a disappointment to the shorter girl. Still, she appreciated having something more than an off putting helmet to get off to from now on.

"It worked didn't it?" She spoke softly as she caressed his now exposed cheek.

"There were safer ways." He spoke back, barely above a whisper as their faces neared. Jason felt like his heart would pound out of his chest. Did she really do that for just a chance to see him? She... put her life on the line- for the possibility to see him? That-

That was the nicest thing anyone had done for him.

"Worth it."

Just like that, those last few inches were gone, their lips finally meeting in a soft, heart warming kiss.

Cough. Cough. "Fuckin'-- psychopaths- uggh-" Kick.

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Weekly visits became nightly, nightly became daily, and before they knew it, they lived together. Suddenly it became as easy as breathing, being together. Y/n's dumb plans didn't need to happen to get his attention, he was already there. She had his number. She had him in her bed. She had him. Jason knew this. And he was thrilled. He was worried at first. Was he moving too fast? Slow? No. She reassured him. It was just the right pace. She felt the same. They felt like all the pieces to each other's puzzles were finally falling into place.

Until the day happened.

Y/n, was, to put it lightly, odd. The girl had intentionally gotten robbed multiple times just to talk to the guy for god's sake. This, of course, led to her developing a certain set of.....skills.

See, to the common eye it would have looked like she was in the wrong place at the wrong time. But she always knew when to go. She knew when he was watching her and when there was something....more important than her that needed help. So when she felt a new set of eyes on her. She knew something was up. It wasn't the other Batfamily members. They honestly....had a hard time wrapping their heads around her and deemed her tolerable at best. No. These were prying eyes.

These eyes didn't leave her. No, no. They stayed. For weeks. She felt them. They were learning. Listening to everything she said, everything she did, seeing everywhere she went. They picked it all up. They were picking up any information from when she got off work to how long she took showers.

And she liked it.

She felt guilty. She felt dirty. She didn't know why she didn't tell Jason. He was her everything after all, and boy would he be furious if he were to learn such things were taking place.....yes....furious.

Boy would she not want that.

So there she was, her wrist tied to a cold metal chair. Her struggles are no longer a problem, her shit talking too due to the gag they placed after the hundredth "when my boyfriend finds out" shtick. Her blindfold long removed as the man responsible sat in front of her, his elbows resting on his knees as he looked at every detail of her exposed skin. Her dress shredded into pieces from the whole ordeal. Y/n held back the smile that tried to spread as she saw him shuffling uncomfortably as his eyes raked over her lower half, her thighs that were spread wider from being tied to opposite legs. Her lower region on display.

The man cleared his throat as he scooted closer, his legs wedging in between her spread ones. The light shone perfectly to every curve of his dark covered face. The only seen color being his eyes and the tips of his cheeks. "So. Shackin' up with Red huh? It must be fun. I imagine you play his therapist a lot? Heard he has alotta daddy issues."

The tied girl let out a huff as she turned her head. How dare he speak like that. He has no idea what Jason has been through. To put it so lightly.

The man tilted to the side to meet her gaze that had turned cold. He laughed. "Oh what? Did I hurt your feelings? Suddenly you feelin' tough or somethin'?" He leaned forward. And that's when she finally gasped. The gag of course muffled it, adding to the already hard to breathe problem she was having. "Yeah. Don't be. Ain't in any position to be acting all high and mighty."

When his hand raised on to her shoulder, his thumb brushing against her pluses before wrapping his hand around her neck to face him, her mind couldn't care less about the man getting physical. The only thing she could think of was what she was looking at. How....she knew how. There was a man who looked like a human but was actually an alien flying around, anything was possible.

So this was the man. She had of course heard of him. Not only from her significant other, but she did use to live in a not so friendly neighborhood. Even then, if you didn't know who this was, well, welcome to Gotham, where there's a Bat running around and a man whose face is literally a black skull. Yes. Black mask.

She mumbled.

The man sighed heavily and took the gag out. "If you say one more thing about the fuckin' Redhood- I will say fuck this whole plan and just send your head instead."

"Just wanted to say I didn't know death took vacations."

The nicely suited man barked a laugh as he stood and straightened his jacket. Y/n's smirk fell as he lowered his face to level with her, his hand resting next to her head dangerously close. "It's going to be fun breaking you."

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Jason was losing it. He had pretty much torn the house brick by brick searching for her. His love. His doll. His darling. She wasn't here. She hadn't been for days. Weeks? God what was he kidding. He knew exactly how long. He felt it. When she was taken. Like a sixth sense. He knew something was up. And sure enough, when he got home- she was gone.

He should have put the tracker in. He had talked to her about it, and she agreed to do it. It was safer. But he just...never got around to actually doing it. He had thought about performing some light surgery on her arm, nothing major, just putting it in her arm. That was a bit much. He had thought about putting it into a needle and doing it that way. Decided he didn't want to hurt her. Wanted to put it in her food. Didn't want her to choke. Thought about in a small box! Didn't want her to freak out and think he was proposing. So- here he was. Panicking because he had no idea where she was, if she was alive, and why she was even gone in the first place.

Jason tried to keep his mind from going to a dark place. The place that wondered if it was on purpose. She'd done it before. Stressed him out by putting her life on the line. He thought it was cute almost. "It's not cute anymore." He spoke to no one. The house was in ruins. His fists were bloodied and bruised from all the ass he'd been beating. There were no leads for weeks. Every stone was turned but nothing made sense. Friends couldn't get a word in, Jason created this whole new world where it was just him. "It's not fuckin'- cute- any- more-!" Each scream coming with a new hit, objects and people blending together. He was getting to that place.

What if she actually left? Not a game she played. Not some weird attention seeking act. She.....left.

It wasn't looking good, and it just kept getting worse.

__________

Her h/c sweat covered hair was swooped to the side, her fight dying down. There was no use, it was going to happen either way. "C'mon, don't pretend you don't like it, doll."

She winched. "What? Isn't that what he called you? Doll? Nothing special about it, you are a fucktoy after all." A laugh ripped from Roman's bare chest at his own twisted joke.

Yeah. There he was. Proud of the almost broken woman in front of him, naked and in charge of the situation. The blinking light at the end of the bed was a reminder of how fucked she really was. Both figuratively and literally. His fingers were gilding through her folds with an ease she was ashamed of. The sounds made making her stomach turn. She didn't like this. She wasn't turned on. She didn't want him......

These were the things she used to tell herself.

She was ashamed at how quickly she had felt herself give in. Was that what she always wanted? To be used as some fucktoy for some scumbag that hurt and used her and others however he wanted?

God no. She couldn't have.

She wanted Jason.

Then why....

Why did she spread her legs wider?

They spread as far as she could get them, her soaked core on full display for the camera to see, the man behind it zooming in as they themselves got closer. Getting a quiet growl like warning from Roman not to get too close.

The moans that followed were nothing short of pornographic. Her back was arched off the bed as her legs shook, those wrist restraints keeping her from getting a hold on the man who was putting her through euphoric torture. "Roman..." Her whimper sent a shock straight to the man's cock.

On full attention it stood, bobbing up and down as he moved to unhook her, repositioning her to face the camera on all fours. Her face was.....sinful. Her cheeks were flushed, her mouth gaping opening, her hair tousled. Her body was even still shaking from her previous orgasms leading to her almost falling as Roman began his painfully fast and hard thrust. Her moans rippled straight from her chest out of her throat. His hand wrapped around her hair and yanked it back, her chest heaving and back painfully arched. Sweat dripped off their bodies from what seemed like hours long of pure fucking. His other hand came to her front to rub at her clit in fast motions that had her hips bucky in an unruly way as they couldn't find out to get away or push back. Opting for the latter.

She met his thrust hungrily every time as best she could, the room filled with moans and the sound of skin slapping together at harsh speeds. Roman's pace was unforgiving, it didn't let up after the next orgasms hit her.

"Where should I do it now, huh? You want me to cum in your tight hole again? You can't waste it like you did last time though. If you do, you won't be getting my cock for a long time. And a whore needs their masters cock now don't they?"

Y/n's mouth formed wide Os as she tried to form some words to satisfy him. "Fuck- yes Roman- fuck I promise-" Her moans ripped through. "T-to no-not waste any-of- ohh~"

This seemed to be enough because the next thing she knew, she felt it. His cock twitched violently as his hips lost rhythm, his cum spilling inside of her, filling her once more. His grip on her scalp burned, but she didn't stop from that twisted and sinister smile to spread on her face as she grinded her hips back. A sharp slap being delivered to her ass cheeks as Roman barked out at her, "Stop being such a cock whore." This threatening tone dropped almost immediately as he soon laughed, grappling her chin and tilting her back to kissing her, a sloppy wet heat filled kiss. "Now that video's a keeper."

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Jason finally lost it. Be felt dumb. He felt hurt. He felt utterly betrayed. His sweet, poor darling- the actual fucking cumslut. For Roman. Sionis. He had been hunting her down for months. And there she was. Accepting- no asking- no- begging for Black masks cock. For his cum. The things she did for Jason, she was now doing for that scum. He was pissed. How fucking dare she? After all he's done for her? No- he couldn't think that way. There was no way. It was his darling. His doll. She loved him too much for that. No. It was all an act. It had to be. She would never do that to him.

This is what he wanted to believe as he watched the hour long videos that kept making their way to him. Her lips wrapped hungerly around another man's cock. Being pulled away just for her to stick her tongue out to get another taste, receiving a slap to her cheek. "Don't be such a greedy slut." Was Romans words.

Videos on videos of Roman fucking Jason's girl. Cum filling up every hole the scum could want, all eagerly accepted from the girl he swore would be crying to be saved, instead relishing in the fuck fest she was dealt.

His fist clenched around his cock, furiously stroking away. God he missed her.

Her face was covered in the white ropes, her mouth taking in as much as it could as Roman pumped himself in her face. Jason fucking hated it. But god did she look fucking hot. He hated it. He hated him. He hated her. But that didn't stop him from unloading on his computer screen. His brow furrowed as pure rage coursed through his blood. He was getting her back. And she would see who she fuckin' really belonged too.

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Y/n knew it wouldn't be long. She played with herself, her fingers dancing across her wet slit showing just how wet she was. Her moans gentle as she spread her legs wider for the camera. "C'mon closer, get nice and in there." Her voice coaxed, of course Roman shouting orders for the camera man not to move. Her pout aimed towards the angered man. "Well if you won't let him touch me will you at least? You know I can't do it myself, you ruined me Roman~" She cooed.

The man in question groaned out and walked over, his cock next to her face as he claimed to a kneeling position on the bed. "Well, warm me up first, doll."

"Yes sir~" Her free hand came up to stroke the semi next to her. Her smile was anything but sweet and innocent like she feigned. Her tongue poking out to taste the precum that had been building up from the show. "But it looks like you're already good to go." The wink that came after did something different to Roman. God. When had he become so fuckin' turned on by watching her? When did he get so hard by her just existing? When did he want to see her asking- begging for him and it not being about fuckin' with the hood?

He wasn't sure. But he didn't hate the feeling. Especially when he buried his cock deep inside her. Her legs were spread and the angle was perfect, her back to him and front to the camera. Was this guy a director or what? Surely this would make the hood pissed off. Even if not- damn was she a good fucktoy.

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It wasn't the middle of the night. No. It was broad daylight when he broke in. It had taken him way too long for his liking. He had gotten a dozen more videos before he had finally found Black masks place. It's not like he could have asked for backup, they wouldn't understand. Not like they cared for her anyway. No, he had to do it on his own. And damn was that a good idea.

'Cause there he was. Bullets flying everywhere. It didn't matter who, how many. Each one had a special bullet for them in his head. Each one of these fuckers responsible for her kidnapping. Her torture. Torture. That's what it was. She didn't like it. She hated- she hated it. Yeah. She hated it. Was ridiculous how many times he had to remind himself of that. Yeah the videos were convincing. But he knew her better than those videos. He knew she wouldn't actually be begging for scum like that.

"You ruined me, Roman~"

Kept replaying in his head. That same line.

"I'll fucking show you ruined."

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There they were. Two guns. One trained on a man in a designer italian suit. The other trained to an all to calm on the inside girl. "Now now. You wouldn't want to waste your time just by having me kill her would you?" Roman threatened, the gun he held pushing further into the girls head, the same gun Jason had seen her sucking on in multiple videos.

The Y/n's head was throbbing. Not just from the gun in her head but because she was- so excited.

She really played the long game, huh?

Jason clenched the gun tighter. His mask was doing a great job of keeping it together, because he certainly wasn't. "How 'bout you just make this easier for both of us and. Let. Her. Go. Like you said- I don't want to waste my time." Whether you were on the receiving end or not- it sent chills down their spines and a certain tingle down below for the h/c haired girl.

Roman clenched his jaw tight. His arm that's as wrapped around her tighter as he backed up. And backed up. And backed up. "Now now Sionis. I've never taken you for someone who'd rather kill themselves then hand someone over. Must have really gotten desperate." His last words a growl as his eyes flicked to the girl in his arms.

Roman looked down, his arms more....slack as they fell more into a hug from behind. His eyes softened. "You have no idea..." The girl met his eyes with the same fondness.

Red. No not Jason's helmet. The color he saw. Pure rage rippled through him as he pulled the trigger. Not once. Not twice. Over and over and over again, unloading a clip that not only undoubtedly killed Roman ten times over, but regrettably, knocking both out of the large window that laid behind them. As fast as the rage was there it disappeared, leaving only panic as Jason launched out of the window without a thought other than, "God- no!"

Was it?

Worth it? That's what she was thinking. Y/n. As the smirk crept to her face, placing one last kiss on her now corpse kidnapper and lover, she pushed him further, a subtle pay back for his words and treatment to her for the last months she had spent with him. Her arms wide open as he hit the ground first. Her eyes slowly closing, the wind whipping by.

"Worth it."

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She was an odd one. The Batfamily deemed her actually crazy. Jason never listened. Why would he? She had such a good heart. She supported him in his vigilante ways. She had even said she might join him. She understood what it took to get what you want. Maybe that's why he wasn't so pissed at her. Because he finally understood as he watched her naked sleeping form on their bed. Right where it belonged. She wanted all of this. He should have seen it. The very first smile that almost hid the darkness within. Twisted, yet so sweet. Like cyanide in candy. He knew from the beginning she wasn't a normal girl.

But then again, he wasn't a normal guy.

But there was still punishment to be dealt.

Y/n awoke with a harsh yank to her ankle, her ass suddenly on the edge of the bed. Forcibly sat up, her eyes level with the stomach of the man she had been missing. Her eyes met the storm that raged through Jason's eyes and he grabbed her chin to look at him. Even out of her peripheral vision she could see he was fully nude, her bottom lip finding a place in between her teeth as a smile took over. "Hey Jay." She cooed.

He was ashamed at how eager his cock was the moment his name left her mouth. His eyes glared daggers at her as his grip tightened. "Don't act like that." She opened her mouth, spewing bullshit like always. But he wouldn't let her. Not this time. "Like you're this innocent sweet heart. No. You're not that are you? You haven't been for a long time, if ever."

She let out a mock offended gasp. "Jay....he did bad things, that has to count for something. He made me do so many bad things to him." She pouted, her puppy dog eyes that would normally get him having no effect- at least not the kind she was hoping for.

His palm slipped from her chin to her neck, lifting her slightly with the force as he bent at the waist. "Baby, I got all the videos. The only forcing I saw was him trying to fit his cock into your tight pussy. But you still begged him for it. Because you wanted it."

He was shocked to see her eyes hood at the memory, her lust filled look deepening. His stomach turning from it. "It did feel pretty good to be stretched out again. It had been so long." Fire burned through him as he practically threw her on the ground to her knees. He didn't let her settle before he had her by the hair, forcing her mouth to open as he shoved his fully ready to go dick down her throat. The action making her gag and fling her hands to his thighs. He caught her hands and held them with one hand while the other dragged her head back and further on his length.

"How fucking dare you?" He spat with venom. "Do you know how fucking worried I was? Huh? Just to find out you're just being a whore----- to that fucking low life!?" Y/n couldn't answer, her throat being abused by his unpleasantly harsh thrust that was gonna make it hard to talk later. Her breathing was already none existent.

"So many fucking weeks." He groaned out, his eyes finally looking down. Her eyes already meeting his stormy blue ones, tears spilling down her cheeks. Her mouth stretched painfully full. But she never made a move to leave. No. She was taking this punishment like a champ. "So many months of me searching for you. Then I see uggh--" Her tongue ran along the under part of his shaft, clearly he wasn't deep enough. So he pushed further. Her breathing became hard with each thrust. "Then he sends those fucking videos. You begged for his cum princess. You fuckin' cried for it. You wanted it all. Inside you. On you. You wanted to taste it mixed with yours. Well don't worry doll." Her lips moved, unable to smile properly around him, her heart swelling. She missed him.

His grip tightened as he leaned down slightly, his cock going impossibly further down, her lips touching the base, breathing no longer an option as he smirked down. "You'll finally get daddy's cum, the cum you really needed. And maybe if you're good, I'll let you cum too, so you can suck it off me again." And with that, he stood up straight, let her catch some of her breath, then fucked her mouth until he felt that much needed relief spill down her throat. Coating the back in white liquid with a loud throaty groan.

He released her head which she immediately swung back, hand to her chest as she greedily gulped down air. But not for a moment longer than needed. She was back in front of him stroking him, her eyes leaking tears as her legs became soaked with the flood that was her arousal. "Thank you sir." She smiled.

Why was he so pissed off at her smile? Because. It was the same smile- the same mouth Roman had used. He needed to make her his all over again. She was his. He picked her up by her arm and tossed her to the bed. "You're not done yet." He gruffed out as he pushed her chest to the bed and pulled her ass up. "How many times?" He asked running his two fingers along her slit collecting all the juices that poured out.

She poked her head around. "I'm....not sure?"

He scoffed. "You let him cum so much in you, you don't even remember?" Her head nodded slowly. He whistled lowly. "Well. I cause that just means we have a long night don't we?"

The excitement- genuine excitement that she radiated was almost enough to make him no longer pissed off. Almost. "But remember." He leaned forward, his hands going to her hips as he massaged them. Placing gentle kisses down her spine and along her shoulder. The more than welcomed touch considering the past few months spent with pure hate fucking and all around rough sex. "You still get punishment for being such a cock whore." Too soon.

His soft touches left almost immediately followed by harsh smacks to the ass. Before she knew it her ass was almost the same red as his helmet, only occasionally palming it to slightly sooth the pain. But this wasn't a pleasant punishment ment to make you more turned on. No. It was harsh and real. She knew she did wrong. She knew she needed to be punished. But boy did it fucking hurt. By the time he was done, she was a sobbing mess. Her ass would be sore for sure. But it was all worth it as the tip of his cock pushed past her puffy folds into her tight heat. A long vulgar moan was realized from both parties as he sat for a moment, relishing in the feeling he missed so much.

His hands gripped her tightly as he pumped every last inch of himself he could. The movement so painfully slow but so necessary. They needed each other. She didn't realize how hard it was being without him. But she was so fuckin' happy when he came to her. She held out and here they were. One again. She loved him, and he loved her. It was fucked up. But- they did.

His veins dragged deliciously inside her tight walls, the tip of his dick hitting that one spot just right. "I- ohhh- missed you Jay-" She moaned out softly.

Jason's pace was slow and gentle, just enjoying the feeling of being inside her. Fuck did he miss her too. "You better have." But it wasn't anymore. The speed picked up along with the force and before she knew it, she was a sobbing blubbering mess. Her only thought- Jason's cock ruining her. "Now. I'm going to ask a question." He reached down and wrapped a hand around her throat, bringing her back up to his chest. The angle made her cry out. "And you better answer the right way." His speed picked up as he guided her back into his thrusts. Each word emphasized with a harsh thrust. "Who do you belong to?"

It was a simple question. One they both knew. One she should have never made him question. One that from day one, they both knew the answer. There was never an option. There would never be an option.

"You." She breathed out, her stomach making a familiar feeling. Her walls clenching and unclenching with every harsh thrust of Jason's ruthless hips.

His grip tightened before flipping her over to her back, her legs immediately being upped to his shoulders, the new position making her scream out in pure pleasure. "Not good enough, doll." He growled, his lips latching onto her neck and shoulder. Marking the answer down...

She gripped the bedsheets as her back arched into him. "I'm yours Jason! Only yours I fuckin' swear it!" And with that, Jason smiled. His hand reached between to rub her clit and a matching pace.

"Good girl. You're mine." He leans down to her ear, pecking behind it. "and I'm yours." One final kiss to her lips and she melted. Her walls squeezed and her eyes rolled back. Her orgasm washed over her like no other as her legs threatened to capture and never let go of Jason. His high soon followed and he let himself go freely in her. Every last drop would stay there. Because she was his. And he was hers.

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"We're not done yet princess."

[storybookstalker]

Black mask nsfw headcannons owo?

OWO!!

Black Mask - NSFW Headcanons 

under the cut

VERY much into praise

for himself

VERY much into degrading his obsession most, if not all, of the time

Does he really mean it?

Maybe

Maybe Not

Will he stop? 

No, no he will not 

Will stop at nothing to mark you up and down

If you’re talking to one of his men or one of his men come up to you,

He might just have to snake up behind you and bite into your flesh as hard as he can manage

on the topic of biting-

One of his favorite ways to mark you IS biting

You’ll constantly have bite marks everywhere

Expect to be dragged back to the bedroom as soon as he notices any of them fading

He grips either your thighs or just above your hips during sex, most often leaving dark bruises where his fingers had been

Likes to be in control 100% of the time

If he wants to fuck you upside down, he’s going to fuck you upside down

There are moments every now and again where he wants to watch you ride him

but Roman will always end up thrusting up into you

moving your hips for you

After a while, his obsession is going to have to learn to be praising him with her mouth in someway

because this man will bite through your lip if he is kissing you as he cums

or through your skin, if his mouth is near anywhere near it

so it’ll be best if you’re busy kissing down his chest or throat when he cums

unless you’re into pain, then, by all means, go for it

Growls A LOT

Can and will grab your throat if you’re not doing what he wants you to

you’ll have to beg if you want him to stop choking you

Doesn’t care where he cums, unless he decides you’re being a brat 

then he’ll cum wherever you’d hate it

wherever it is, he’ll power through his orgasm 

the type to have you crying and begging him to stop before he considers actually stopping 

[onmyyan]

“Menace Mode unlocked”

Green Goblin!Reader x Bruce Wayne, more pairings will be added later cuz I have no self control

A/N: cursing, reader straight up hates her dad, Bruce is crushing hard n he don’t even know it 🙄🤚🏼, minior character death no one important dw, slight Yandereness just barely though

Someone new had entered the fray in Gotham’s underbelly, problem was, no one knew what side they were on.

The first sightings were reported a few days ago, people had caught glimpses of a ‘green ghost’ near the docks, an area notorious for its not so secret trafficking ring, everyone knew who ran this joint, one of the city’s more rancid lunatic’s, Roman Sionis, was a special brand of dirtbag, he had his filthy fingers in every human right violation one could profit from, and while vile in every way, he didn’t make many public appearances, be it his fear of germs or aversion to all things ‘gross’ he tried not to dirty his shoes by showing up but this night was special, he was going to make a lot of money with all the goodies he sold here so it only made sense to give his fans a brief speech and collect his checks in person, imagine his surprise when said big speech was coming to its epic conclusion, only to be interrupted by a small blinking ball being hurled at his feet. He didn’t have time to question the object, only enough to barely recognize the pumpkin like face etched into its surface, it lit up neon green and incinerated everything in a five foot radius, including Mr.Sionis .

 Those that survived the initial blast didn’t suffer long as three more pumpkin bombs fell before the connoisseurs of the illegal goods, raining upon them with a hail of sharp, black projectiles, witnesses describe a ghoulish blur of green seen hovering the area like a vulture, what remained of the assailants had to be scooped into bags. 

The local news outlet, Gotham Gazette, had their newest obsession’s blurry form blasted everywhere they could, it was the first time a relatively clear photo was captured of their “Green Goblin” the name had a ring to it you mused to yourself, (e/c) eyes raking over the newspaper for anything relevant, all they had were the usual theories and conspiracies. Ranging from aliens to cultists, both of which could be true but neither were. 

While having the city’s attention wasn’t apart of your game plan, you’d accounted for the possibility, mentally patting yourself on the back for adding that mask last minute. Despite the radar on your back you couldn’t blame em’ for getting excited, and to think all this frenzy was from a few bad guys getting turned into ash, they had no idea what you could do, all you planned to do.

 Gotham had its fair share of freaks and scoundrels sure, but they all(in your mind at least) we’re going about the whole thing wrong, the cat and mouse games the catch and release tango- as a citizen you’d gotten used to it, before you’d changed, before you could defend yourself, you bought into it, that one day something would switch and all the chaos would stop. 

But you knew better now. You knew more. You were intelligent long before the serum, it came with being an Osborn, but now you looked at things differently, there was no problem you couldn’t solve if you really put your mind to it. 

It was almost customary in Gotham that every now and then some bozo in a party city costume  took their shot at the gig, but those stories almost always ended the same, with them running home with their tails tucked between their legs, or dying at the hands of one of the real monsters that roamed your hometown.

You were different from the rest, and you held your head high. You weren’t some adrenaline junkie looking for their latest fix or out for what little glory awaited a vigilante, Your mind worked in its own unique way, which kept a wall between you and the world, especially your family.

 The trains automated voice system began its repetitive warmings, slowly but surely pulling your from your thoughts. Soft (e/c) eyes were always swirling with something, and people found themselves drawn to that something, almost like quicksand. Those tired eyes trailed across the trains LED schedule, only one more stop stood between you and the meeting you’d been dreading since your fathers untimely and frankly self caused death. The official report was bullshit, the only person who ever really knew what was going on with your father was said man, at least he thought so. You were the one who found him, strapped down against his lab table, a broken syringe sat below his open palm, and near his still body, besides the manic notes and data sprawled across every surface, stood one lone syringe, filled to the brim with a vibrant emerald liquid. The sight should have filled you with something, horror or sadness maybe anguish even, no, what you felt in that moment was the crushing weight of disappointment. Now you’d never get to prove to him how wrong he was about you, how foolish he was to cast aside such a gifted child. Now there was only one way to truly get back at the bastard for all he’d dragged you through. 

Beat him at his own game. 

That thought was all it took to lead you where you stood now. 

The Oscorp Corporation and Wayne Enterprises had just recently struck a deal exchanging both information and tech, it was a huge deal for both parties so of course dear old dad had to up and die before he could sign it. Sure your older brother (and his painfully obvious favorite) Harry, should have been here you know, considering he now ran the company, but no. He got to do the fun heir stuff like mourn with your mother in the Bahamas for a month, which left you here, impatiently tapping your foot in the all too clean and shiny Wayne Enterprises lobby. “Hi, Can help you ma’am?” Although the receptionist’s tone was as customer service as one could get, you could still see her smile falter at your appearance. 

Coming straight from your workshop with your coveralls loosely tied at your waist probably wasn’t the socially acceptable thing to show up in, but hey you showed up. Her hand not so discreetly hovered over the hidden security button, to think a little oil and dirt is all it took to be tossed out of here. A smirk grew on your face at her ever growing discomfort. She cleared her throat, as if to silently repeat her question.

”Nah.” Was your simple response as you waited to see how this would play out. After all this was much more entertaining than having to act like your Fathers passing was anything more than an inconvenience.

The universe looked down on your silent plea and instead brought your problem right to you.

A group of tall, sharply dressed, almost square shaped men filed out from an elevator, all talking quietly amongst themselves, the tallest one being non other than the dude you came to meet.

”Ah! Mr. Wayne! I’m sorry I was just about to-“

The now beaming woman behind the front desk not so subtly gestured to you, then the security guards behind him, only stoping by a wave of dismissal from the man himself.

”I’m sure there’s no need for that Regina- How can I help you miss?” His charming baritone voice all but poured from his lips in what should have been a suave smile. 

“You could hand me those papers I gotta’ sign and release me from this poorly decorated take on modernism.” Your mind moved faster than your head sometimes, most times really, and you weren’t about to switch up now that one the world’s most infamous bachelors stood before you, he huffed a laugh through his nose at your blunt response, the people around him never spoke to him like that, hell nobody did, terrified to say the wrong thing before him and face the consequences. Yet here you were. A genuine smirk graced his rugged face, the slight salt and pepper look fit him like a glove and if in any other circumstance you probably would have told him so, but now all you wanted was to sign this thing and get back to work on your board. 

“Norman mentioned his son taking over.” Bruce had all but discarded the party he’d entered with, a silent wave summed one of them over, file in hand. The man handed Bruce the papers before scurrying away, the two of you now walking towards what you assumed was a conference room. 

“He is,” your intense stare had never wavered from his own, until this moment, he could see you go into yourself for the right words. 

“It be a little hard to sign these where he’s at so- I came to the rescue.” This pulled another huffed chuckle from the man, his interest growing with every word from your mouth. “Well  thank god for that right?” His tone held flirtation, eyes never leaving you even as he signed his name.

”You look too young to be in this business anyway.” He said trying to gauge as much information from you as he could, “You still got some life in you.”  He slid the forms over with that. A humm of amusement left you as you quickly penned every line. He realized once you finished you’d have no reason to stay, and for whatever reason, this thought shot panic through him. Not quite ready to say goodbye, he cleared his throat. 

 “You don’t want to give these a look? Make sure I’m not up to no good?” There that tone was again, you sucked your teeth at the older man, a dangerous glint in your smile, “Careful there Mr. Wayne. If I didn’t know any better I’d think you were flirting with me.”

His response was cut off by a chirp from his watch. A look of annoyance crossed his face as he began to as for your number. “I’d say see you around but that be a lie so, peace.” You awkwardly took his hand in a firm shake before turning and leaving in a swift motion, Bruce could only blink after your disappearing form all to eager to indulge in his urge to follow, only to quickly remember the alert from his watch, Batman didn’t have time for this much to his dismay, while Bruce didn’t get nearly as much information as he wanted, he would in due time. It take some serious detective work to figure out if this was just attraction, or something else burning in his gut, either way this wouldn’t be your last encounter.

[recreationalfanfics]

hi, i just wanted to tell you that this black mask fic was amazing!

https://www.tumblr.com/recreationalfanfics/720255963850997760/yandere-roman-sionis-x-reader?source=share

any chance you'd consider putting it on ao3?

THANK YOU SO MUCH. CANON! BLACK MASK IS MY FAVORITE BASTARD EVER.

I probably wouldn't put it on Ao3, though, just because I don't use it and idk how to navigate it😃

BUT STILL, THANK YOU SO MUCH. I AM SUPER GLAD YOU ENJOYED IT!♡

[kneamet]

Hi! Could you do one for Roman Sionis, where the reader is a telepath who's a frequent at Roman's club

But every advance Roman does while the reader is in his club, she'll know because she easily read Roman's thoughts and she smugly points out that his obsession with her won't work because "every move he makes that involves her, she's 10 steps ahead"

And Roman's just looking at her with an interested look?

Hehe thanks!

​my beautiful madness

Trigger Warning: obsession, drabble. yandere

Word Count: 609

Character: roman sionis/reader

my beautiful madness

The air was enveloped by the smell of perfume, light alcohol and suspense; the club glowed, lived its own life, was filled with hot and rich people. They were insects, as inconspicuous as time, trying to show off their «second self» — hypocritical, tender, profitable. Their bodies, lightened in tight-fitting suits, dresses, shone, showed the whole owner; cigarettes smoldered in their hands, thin glasses were clutched in their palms, little fingers were set aside. They are like caterpillars, striving to be butterflies, but however they have not come to a happy end.

Roman spent another evening in peace, sitting at a distance from the guests, and watched their habits and behavior with animal, animal interest. He was swinging a glass of whiskey, washed the sides with liquid, fixing his eyes on the only decent person in this sinful room — you. Sionis did not move, his hot breath was on his skin, the pounding of his heart drowned out even Dinah's birdlike voice. How long have you been coming here, to the place of sin and debauchery, vice and vulgarity — his club? He wouldn't have remembered, and was it important? Who is interested in numbers when there is a real diamond in front of him? even the pursuit of the material is not worth it to contemplate you like this.

He knew that you were far from perfect: your private unbearable sarcasm, too bright gestures... you managed to tame the mess, and Roman — chaos — favored you. You were just as crippled as he was, strangled by your parents and obligations so that now there were no barriers in front of you anymore. A beautiful, proud bird with clipped wings, charred wings, with fluffy feathers falling.

This is a party of darkness and there is no one to believe, no one to look up to. Roman, lifting his head, stuck out his clean-shaven chin, and carefully walked to the place where she was sitting. Chatting with another uncouth man who pulled his hands to the most intimate places, he suppressed the desire to break, but he felt his fingers begin to tremble. Roman leaned against the side of the sofa upholstered in red fabric, and leaned towards you, to your ear and quietly whispered something threatening, sweet, rude. everything in the world is a pretense and a game; and if you want to play, then he will enthusiastically take part. He rubbed his nose against her skin — ah, that smell! — and, closing his eyes, he sniffed hair until he felt a repulsive movement.

Roman looked at your smug face in bewilderment, but quickly recovered, smiling seductively and spreading his hands. The man with pink hands, a greasy stain on his shirt, a shiny collar and tight pants, has already left. Her piercing gaze was directed only at him, focused only on him, and Roman enjoyed the attention. His chest filled with even more narcissism, and his hands relaxed.

"You're not going to make it, Mr. Sionis," he tensed when he heard the despised surname; Mr. Sionis was his father, he's not Mr. Sionis. You looked at him ironically, grinning. “I know your every move,” you got up and, hitting him on the nose with your finger, said: “ten steps forward,” and turning around, left like a white free swan. Roman was fascinated by her proud gait, did not utter a word; he could imagine the soft sound of her thighs touching and get a true obsessive joy from it.

His club is a city where the lights go out, and he calls death down the aisle; she left a couple of scars.

The beautiful madness was not silent. The beautiful madness triumphed.

@jjeresano-euler sorry that it turned out so little (and so late). if you are not satisfied with something - the text, the narrative - write to me and i can write something else for you. but thanks for the request! even if i dont really like this job. the next most likely will be drabble about patrick :)

by the way, have any of you watched/read "young adam"? and if so, what can you say about joe? i just finished reading the book and god, i will definitely write something on joe.

[the-fo0l]

MASTERLIST

CRIMINAL MINDS

spencer reid dating hcs

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RESIDENT EVIL

yandere Ethan Winters headcanons

ethan winters fluff

yandere simp Ethan x reader

yandere wesker- soft possessive hcs

yandere wesker coming home to you

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NBC HANNIBAL

yandere Will Graham headcanons

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PRISON BREAK

michael scofield dating hcs

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HITMAN

playing cards w Diana and 47

lucas grey x reader headcanons

yandere agent 47 headcanons

yan!agent 47 x airheaded/princessy reader

yan!agent 47 getting the silent treatment

yan!agent 47 with brat/rebellious reader

yan!agent 47 x sleepy reader

agent 47 rescuing his darling hcs

"Thrill of the kill" 47 x nb!reader

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SLASHERS

yandere dbd Pyramid head headcanons

yandere dbd Micheal Myers headcanons

thomas hewitt drabble

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DC

yandere Roman Sionis x reader

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ARCANE

"Your beauty never ever scared me" Silco x gn! reader

[lunagojo]

characters I write for / rules! (UPDATED)

Marvel Cinematic Universe:

Loki Laufeyson (MCU)

Stephen Strange / Doctor Strange (MCU)

Wade Wilson / Deadpool (MCU)

Thor Odinson (MCU)

Bucky Barnes / Winter Soldier (MCU)

Yondu Udonta (MCU)

Quentin Beck / Mysterio (MCU)

Pietro Maximoff / Quicksilver (MCU)

Logan Howlett / Wolverine (X-Men)

Peter Parker / Amazing Spiderman (Andrew Garfield ver.) (Sony)

Eddie Brock / Venom (Sony)

Thena (MCU)

Sylvie Laufeydottir (MCU)

Wanda Maximoff / Scarlet Witch (MCU)

Valkyrie (MCU)

Gamora (MCU)

Anime:

Gundham Tanaka (Danganronpa)

Mondo Oowada (Danganronpa)

Nagito Komaeda (Danganronpa)

Rantaro Amami (Danganronpa)

Kiyotaka Ishimaru (Danganronpa)

Koga (Inuyasha)

Sesshomaru (Inuyasha)

Inuyasha

Tanjirou Kamado (Demon Slayer)

Inosuke Hashibira (Demon Slayer)

Sanemi Shinazugawa (Demon Slayer)

Kyojuro Rengoku (Demon Slayer)

Giyu Tomioka (Demon Slayer)

Tengen Uzui (Demon Slayer)

Mitsuri Kanroji (Demon Slayer)

Gojo Satoru (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Itadori Yuuji (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Fushiguro Megumi (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Ryomen Sukuna (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Kento Nanami (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Inumaki Toge (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Bakugou Katsuki (BNHA)

Shoto Todoroki (BNHA)

Tenya Iida (BNHA)

Eijiro Kirishima (BNHA)

Dabi (BNHA)

Tomura Shigaraki (BNHA)

Atsuhiro Sako / Mr. Compress (BNHA)

Toga Himiko (BNHA)

Jin Bubaigawara / Twice (BNHA)

Keigo Takami / Hawks (BNHA)

Kai Chisaki / Overhaul (BNHA)

Shoto Aizawa (BNHA)

Video Games:

Gabriel Reyes / Reaper (Overwatch)

Jamison Fawkes / Junkrat (Overwatch)

Mick Mundy / Sniper (Team Fortress 2)

Dell Conagher / Engineer (Team Fortress 2)

Jeremy Charleston / Scout (Team Fortress 2)

Dr. Ludwig / Medic (Team Fortress 2)

Karl Heisenberg (Resident Evil 8)

Lady Alcina Dimitrescu (Resident Evil 8)

Prince Sidon (LOZ: Breath of the Wild)

Princess Zelda (Mainly Twilight Princess ver.)

Noob Saibot (Mortal Kombat)

Steve Fox (Tekken)

Vega Fabio la Cerda (Street Fighter)

Lor'themar Theron (World of Warcraft)

Grand Magister Rommath (World of Warcraft)

Dragonqueen Alexstrasza (World of Warcraft)

Dragonprincess Lunastrasza Moonstrider (World of Warcraft, my oc! :) )

Prince Kael’thas Sunstrider (World of Warcraft)

Illidan Stormrage (World of Warcraft)

Other:

Jun-ho (Squid Game)

King Orm (Aquaman, Patrick Wilson ver.)

Adrian Veidt / Ozymandias (Watchmen)

Dan Dreiberg / Nite Owl II (Watchmen)

Thorin Oakenshield (The Hobbit)

Din Djarin / The Mandalorian (Star Wars)

Obi Wan Kenobi (Star Wars)

Bruce Wayne / Batman (Battinson, Nolanverse or Arkhamverse)

Selina Kyle / Catwoman (Zoe Kravitz, Nolanverse or Arkhamverse)

Harleen Quinzel / Harley Quinn (Margot Robbie or Arkhamverse)

Roman Sionis / Black Mask (Ewan McGregor or Arkhamverse)

Slade Wilson / Deathstroke (Arkhamverse)

Arthur Curry / Aquaman (Jason Momoa ver.)

What I will write:

Mainly headcanons and preferences, _____x reader

Only doing SFW for now (this might change depending on my comfort level) -- I will do suggestive content, however (just not blatant smut)

Please be as clear as possible when sending in a request! This helps me be as accurate as possible!

Please be patient with the time it takes for me to answer! I have a part time job and a life outside of tumblr, plus I get burnout a lot

I will not do: yandere, noncon, p*dophilia, abuse, etc.

I am 25 years old (soooo not a minor, lol)

I will do maximum 3 characters / ask

If the ask does not follow the rules then I will delete / not answer!

[littleredwing89]

🎀 Special Event Masterlist 🎀

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My Masterlist of Blurbs from the Special Event - 2021. Please be warned, those marked with a star (**) are NSFW, 18+.

Thanks to everyone who sent in a request and all the love I received ❤❤ xoxo

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JASON TODD

Jason Todd x You - ** Special Wake Up

Jason Todd x You - Slasher Film

Jason Todd x You - First Date

Jason Todd x You - ** Shotgun

Jason Todd x You - ** Sub!Jason x Dom!Reader

Jason Todd x You - Nightmares

Arkham Knight x You - ** Jealous Sex

Jason Todd x You - Training

Jason Todd x You - ** Rough Sex

Jason Todd x You - ** Hayride

Jason Todd x You - S'mores

Arkham Knight x You - Illness

Jason Todd x You - ** Prince Of Gotham

Jason Todd x You - The One

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DICK GRAYSON

Dick Grayson x You - Bitewing

Talon!Dick Grayson x You - ** Rope

Dick Grayson x You - Domestic Fluff

Talon!Dick Grayson x You - ** Court Order

Mafia!Dick Grayson x You - ** Oral

Mafia!Dick Grayson x You - Flower Shop

Dick Grayson x You - Circus Trapeze

Dick Grayson x You - Leprechaun

Pirate!Dick Grayson x Mermaid!Reader - Stormy Seas

Dick Grayson x You - ** Size

Dick Grayson x You - ** Jealousy

Dick Grayson x You - Take Care

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TIM DRAKE

Tim Drake x You - Hot Chocolate

Tim Drake x You - ** Your Girl

Tim Drake x You - ** Take Care

Tim Drake x You - ** Praise

Tim Drake x You - Saviour

Tim Drake x You - Save Me

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SLADE WILSON

Slade Wilson x You - ** Massage

Yandere!Slade Wilson x You - ** Branding

Slade Wilson x You - Soulmate

Slade Wilson x You - ** Strictly Business

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ROMAN SIONIS

Roman Sionis x You - Showgirl

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CLARK KENT

Clark Kent x You - Faking Dating

Clark Kent x You - Kansas

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