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Shigaraki x Todoroki!Reader; The Masl

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“Shiro.” Dabi said, running to you side as you plummeted to your knees. You could see that he was coming towards you, but the rest of the world was spinning.

“W-what happened to you?” He looked at the clothes near your hip, burnt to a crisp. “My dad… he cut me… with a box cutter.” You didn’t know why you were telling him this, but for some odd reason you trusted him. He knew your name… With him looking deeply concerned, and you being a villain like him, there was a trust that had immediately formed between you.

Dabi looked at your hip to see the blood on he grass, spreading like wild fire. “P-please help me. I think I’m going to die.” You fell to your side was the world began to fade from you. The pain was just too much for you.

“It’s alright, I’m going to help you. Oh god Shiro, I’ve missed you.” He wrapped his arms around you before picking up his walkie-talkie. “Kurogiri I need a portal right now. Right now!” He yelled, picking you up by your waist and slinging you over his shoulder.

“H-how do you know my name?” You asked quietly as he chuckled. “What? Don’t recognize me without the red hair?” He asked as a large purple thingy appeared in front of him, allowing him to walk inside.

“Touya.” You whispered, your eyes wide as he patted you on the back. “Good, now just don’t say anything when I’m here. You say the wrong thing and you get killed.” He explained as you nodded.

The next few seconds were nothing but a blur. You were rushed into this room, and then into this bright white room with a mirror. You were strapped down and then put under anesthesia. In the background, you could hear so many voices. Were you in the LoV lounge?? So cool.

All you could think about was your brother. Touya has been your best friend when you two were younger, and then your dad had said he snapped. Honestly though, thinking back, your brother had just gotten accepted into UA when he went missing. He had run away to become a villain.

But he left you… ouch. He left you alone for you to be hit, swung at, and burned. Did he even feel sorry? Of course he did… He was still Touya.

Once you got out of anesthesia, you had been changed into different clothes and you were wrapped up. As you tried to get up, you were met by a huge headache.

“Don’t try to get up too fast. The blood will rush from your head. Here.” A man who looked like a portal, but wasn’t, since he had yellow eyes and and voice. “Um, thank you.” You took the pill in his hand and slowly took it. “Oh don’t worry, it’s just something for the headache. How are you feeling?” He asked, walking back to the desk with a computer.

“I’m good… w-who are you?” You asked, trying to sit up again, noticing you were still tied down by your wrists. “I’m Kurogiri, I work the portals for the League and I do the medical stuff. You’ll also see me cleaning from time to time since I’m surrounded by teenagers and adult children, but I can’t cook many things so you’ll have to do that yourself.”

I feel like if he could smile, he would have been smiling then. “Great. Now, when can I get out of here?” Kurogiri jumped up and grabbed pliers. “Lovely. I didn’t like the idea of keeping you held down, but Shigaraki insisted. Now everyone is in a meeting so I’ll show you to the kitchen. You look awfully hungry.” He explained, helping you stand up.

You looked into the mirror, noticing you still had the mask on. Your clothes were a dark blue sweater and black skinny jeans. “Dabi insisted that we keep the mask on until your living here becomes decided. Shigaraki is still tense, but don’t take that personally.”

Kurogiri led you down a long hall with a bunch of doors. “Here’s Dabi’s room, Toga’s room, Spinner’s room, and here’s the guest room. If your stay here becomes permanent, you’ll be living in here.”

He opened it up to reveal a larger room with a balcony, curtains, lots of windows and a large mirror by the bed with a dresser next to it.

“This is great! Why hasn’t anyone else taken this?” You asked, walking inside and looking around. It was so clean, so tidy, and honestly… pretty cute.

“Nobody in our League likes natural light.” Kurogiri chuckled before you two kept walking. “What about you and Shigaraki?” You asked, making conversation as you entered the kitchen. “I don’t need to sleep. And Shigaraki took the room upstairs. I’ll show you upstairs in a minute. It’s nothing but the entrance to the roof, Shigaraki’s room, and the long entrance to the basement.”

“I wouldn’t go down there if I was you, unless you like the blood and guts and seeing dead bodies.” Your eyes widened as you sat down. “Don’t worry. It’s just how Toga relaxes. Maybe you can introduce her to something less violent.” You nodded, spinning on the barstool.

“Now which do you want? I can make you grilled cheese, a sandwich… we have stuff for a milkshake if your blood sugar is low. Do you like fruit? Nobody ever eats the fruit here.”

As Kurogiri looked through the fridge, you were startled by a door opening to you right, and 5 villains walking out. You recognized all of them immediately. Dabi, Toga, Spinner, Shigaraki… and Overhaul.

You stared at Overhaul as he stared back. “Oh wow. A newbie, really cool mask. I’ve seen you on the news, I didn’t-“ As he began to walk towards you, Shigaraki and Dabi stepping in front of you. “Keep it moving Chicken Legs.” Dabi growled as Overhaul smiled, putting his hands up.

“Just making conversation with the new girl. Nice hair…” He complimented your before walking out, Shigaraki walking after him.

“Sorry bout that. How are you feeling? Is she going to be okay?” He asked as you nodded, grabbing his arm. “T- Dabi. I’m fine.” You told him, trying to make him feel better. It was obviously he was worried about you.

“I do think that she needs to apply cream to that bruise though. The swelling doesn’t look good, and it’ll go away a lot faster.” Kurogiri began making your grilled cheese.

“No. I do not want her taking off the mask until she is permanently living here… her identity is confidential.” Touya nodded at you as you nodded back. “Well the bruise cream is in the extra bathroom in the hall upstairs near Shigaraki’s room if you want to use it.” Kurogiri continues cooking before Touya tapped you on the shoulder.

“Come with me. I’ll give you the rest of the tour. Thanks Kurogiri.” You slowly got off the bar stool, walking slowly with Touya as you two entered the meeting room, closing the door. “Now you do understand why I don’t you taking off your mask? If Shigaraki doesn’t trust you and finds out you’re Endeavor’s daughter, he will kill you. Understand?”

You nodded slowly as he began pacing. “So now what?” You asked as he smiled, looking at you.

“Oh god Shiro, you have no idea how much fun it is! First I’ll get you friendly with everyone, Shigaraki will approve you, and then you can live here! It’ll be so nice to have you here! We get to go on missions with are fun, and the meetings are boring but we work with some really cool people. Except bird beak over there. He’s nothing but trouble. Stay away from him.”

You nodded, smiling. After Touya had run away you thought you’d never see him again, but after all these years of killing and evil, he was happier than ever. “And that’s about it. Pretty cool, right?” You nodded, getting up and hugging him. Hugs were rare for the two of you, but you loved giving them. Dabi wrapped his arms around you, a single tear going down his burns. “I thought you were dead Touya.” You confessed as he chuckled. “And I thought you were going to become a hero like him.”

Your mind darkened at the thought of your father. “I know… so, what did he do to you?” You looked up at Touya before hugging him again even tighter as you began to cry, taking your mask off. “He… he burns me whenever I don’t do something he wants. He makes me train all day and makes me model, and count calories and…”

“…He makes me call him dad and he prevents me from making any mistake so I don’t end up like any of his other children. He calls me the perfect experiment.” You were crying now as your brother comforted you, or at least tried his best. Touya hadn’t seen you since you both were kids, and now you were his baby sister. You were 17… he was 25. He hadn’t seen you in 10 whole years.

“Why did you leave me with him? You were my best friend Touya. I went to bed after saying goodnight to you, and the next morning you were gone. I didn’t go to school for a week, and pretended to be sick so dad didn’t make me do anything. I couldn’t eat or sleep! I could barely live without you!” You continued to cry, hugging him even tighter than before. “I thought you died… I thought you died!” Touya held you close, shushing you as he rubbed your back.

“I know… I know… it was selfish. Trust me, I checked up on you as much as I could. I was there at your first modeling shoot at the Bahamas, and I was there at your dance recital in 5th grade. I once saw you on a Magazine at the store and almost died. Toga saw it and now has a crush on you, even though she has no idea we’re related.” You smiled at the thought of Touya watching you throughout your childhood.

“I’m here now, and I’m never leaving your side again. This League will be the family you’ve never had, like it’s been for me.” He smiled before a knock interrupted your conversation. “Dabi! I’m coming in!” It was Shigaraki. Touya grabbed your mask, quickly putting it back on your face as you tied it back.

“Oh, didn’t know she was in here. Dabi, it’s your turn to go on a store run and go get those files from Overhaul. Kurogiri made a list for you…” Dabi nodded, grabbing your arm as you walked out of the room. You sat back on the bar stool, watching him grab a sheet of paper. “You can go on grocery runs with me in the future, but I need you to stay here. Toga or Twice can hang out with you if you get too bored.” He hugged you tightly before walking out.

That’s when you realized one of the sacrifices of being a villain. Every time you left each other, there was no guarantee you’d ever see each other again. But you trusted Touya. He had been in this business for awhile.

Suddenly you heard a gasp from behind you, knocking you out of your train of thought. You turned around to see a ponytail wearing, fanged blonde girl in a school girl. Toga Himiko… “Oh my god, you’re here! I mean, the last time I saw you, you were strapped to a hospital bed!” Toga ran up to you, giving you a rib-crushing hug. “She still would be if anyone around here listened to me.” Shigaraki began to make himself a sandwich in the kitchen next to you.

“Oh don’t listen to him! Dabi left you? Really?! That’s great! Twice and I want to see your quirk! I want to learn all about you! You’re so mysterious with that mask on! What’s your quirk!? We want to see it!”, Toga took a breath, continuing to talk.

Don’t we Twice?” You turned to see Twice behind you, almost yelling from the surprise. “Yea. How about we go to the alley and test it out! We’ve heard you have an impressive body count.” Twice exclaimed happily before Shigaraki dropped a glass, it shattering on the floor below him.

Shigaraki tried to calm him down, but the words body count didn’t fit right in his mind when he was thinking about you and how tight those jeans fit your amazing curves.

“Man, someone didn’t sleep well last night. Anyways, let’s go! Coming Shigaraki?” Toga exclaimed, grabbing your hand as she began to walk to the back of the house and down the staircases that led to outside. “Just don’t make to much noise. It’s almost night time. And no, I’ll pass.” Shigaraki angrily picked up the pieces of glass, before hissing in pain as he cut his finger.

“Oh god, let me help you!” You dropped to your knees, grabbing a cloth, chilling it with your quirk, and going to put it on his hand. He couldn’t help but stare at you as you wrapped his finger with it before getting another, and picking up the glass with it. “God, you’ve got to be careful. You could have hurt yourself even more than just a finger cut!”

You began to wrap Shigaraki’s hand with the cloth before he quickly snapped out of it, swinging his hand away from you. “Do you have a death wish woman? One wrong move and you’re dust!” He yelled angrily at you as you backed up, slightly scared. “I was… I was…” Shigaraki waved you away, going to help himself. “If you think this is going to make me like you anymore, you’re wrong. Don’t help me just to help yourself, it’s rude. Now go outside, I don’t want to see your face.” He scolded you, hearing a sniffle behind him before your footsteps walking away and closing the door.

“Fuck…” Shigaraki murmured, running his finger under cold water. That bitch thinks she can trick me into thinking she’s a genuine person. She kills people for a living, you can’t trust people like that. You can’t trust anybody…” Shigaraki told himself, but he just couldn’t shake the thought of your kind eye away from his thoughts. He could only fantasy about what your face looked like… and the rest of your body.

“She’s probably ugly anyways, and besides, I’m pretty sure Dabi and her are together. Just get her out of your mind.” He tried to tell himself, but no. The way those jeans hugged your curves, the way you walked… the way you had cried when he had yelled at you. It had felt so genuine, something Shigaraki wasn’t familiar with.

No, he couldn’t trust you. Trusting someone had only led to him being heartbroken, sad, or used. He had made a rule with himself to never be lied to again…

But maybe… just maybe… you were worth it. Shigaraki’s heart told him yes, while his brain told him no. Shigaraki knew he had to listen to his heart. It rarely told him anything anymore.

Outside, Toga and Twice had fun with you, playing with your quirk. They threw things like trash can lids to Toga’s shoe at you, and you just had to defend yourself. You sliced threw the lids with your ice spears, and you had burnt her shoe to a crisp. “Yes! I needed new ones anyways, and now I have an excuse to get them!” She cheered happily, jumping up and down.

Without anyone noticing, Shigaraki opened the curtains to his room and looked out at you three, especially you. The way your quirk was used for defense and offense was amazing. It was also very… useful.

But the way you twisted and turned, the way your hair flowed in the wind… and the way you smelled like strawberries… it drew Shigaraki in like nothing else had ever before.

Shigaraki sat there watching you for hours. You made the ground icy and let Toga and Twice on the trash can lids, and then lit a big fire and made the fire dance. Twice asked if you could make s’mores, and you had said tomorrow. It was just your first day, and Shigaraki could see that you had captured the hearts of two of his League members.

He stayed by the window until you all went inside, locking the door behind you.

“That was awesome Senpai! You should totally come with us on missions! They’re actually pretty fun!” Toga cheered, skipping behind you as the three of you entered the kitchen. “I’m tired.” You yawned, sitting down as Toga poured you all waters. “Gosh, you must have overdone yourself. Take a rest.” Twice explained, grabbing your shoulder and leading you to the comfy chair.

“Thanks Twice.” You murmured, propping your feet up and closing your eyes before falling into a deep sleep…

You were awaken by the sound of the tv, and a small chuckle. You noticed that you had been moved from the small chair to the couch, and you had a blanket and pillow. You looked up to see Shigaraki sitting on the chair, watching the tv.

Slowly you sat up as he looked over at you. “Morning sleeping beauty.” He joked as he turned up the volume on the tv. “It’s called beauty sleep. You should try it sometime.” You smiled, looking at the news before gasping. It was you, all over the screen. Your yearbook photos, your father interviewing, and then Aizawa and Present Mic interviewing as well.

“Ya, this pro hero’s daughter goes missing and everyone freaks out. Stupid, I know. Even better, it was Endeavor’s. Two of his kids have gone missing. This time, it’s his daughter. It’s about time people worry about their children. I hope those pathetic little rich kids burn in hell.” You looked at Shigaraki as he turned to you. For a second, you thought that he recognized you. But no. “You’ve got bed head.” He murmured, before turning back to you.

You were thankful of your mask at that moment. “It’s not their fault they’re the kids of an asshole.” You whispered as he smiled sadly, eating from the bowl of popcorn in his lap. “No, it’s a fact that being a bitch runs in your blood. Since he’s a violent, rude, controlling jackass, so are his kids. Look at that girl for an example.” He gestured to your photo on the tv.

“Toga has all of her magazines, so trust me. On her interviews, she acts so innocent and perfect. But I know it’s all a mask! You know what I think? That she’s a bitchy ass, who likes picking on people who aren’t as rich or gorgeous as her! I bet she likes to go shopping and wants to become a pro hero so she can become the most hated hero like her father, and bask in her glory.”

You stayed silent as Shigaraki looked over at you. “You think she’s gorgeous?” You asked as he nodded, chuckling.

“Don’t worry Angel. I bet she’s somewhere getting tortured for her father’s mistakes, and getting everything she deserves in life.” A shiver went down your back. “Don’t worry Angel, it’s nothing that she didn’t have coming.” He looked over at you, his bright red eyes staring into your one blue one.

“But, we all come from somewhere. My dad… was… a good person, and I’m not exactly like that.” You lied, hoping he wouldn’t notice as he smiled softly at you.

“Oh Precious, you’re one of the best people I know. In the one day I’ve known you, you’re one of the most innocent people I know. I mean… ignoring your kill streak, you flinched at Bird Legs, and don’t think I didn’t hear you crying. You cry like a baby… With the way you act with Toga and Twice, you say nothing but sweet things. You’re more innocent than every hero out there. Trust me.”

You couldn’t help but blush a ton, happy for your mask hiding your cheeks. You didn’t know that he had been paying attention to you so much. “These bratty rich kids on the other hand… had everything given to them on a silver platter. I don’t know your backstory even though I’d to, but seriously, I can tell that you’re different. You’re nothing like them.”

You smiled sadly, wishing that you could tell Shigaraki the truth. On the other hand, you felt that he would immediately take everything back and hate you. He might even kill you honestly… you would hate that. Just as you and Shigaraki were building a relationship, it’d be gone in a second.

“Y-yeah. You’re right.” You looked back at the tv, trying to avoid eye contact even though you could tell he looked at you from time to time.

Staring at the tv, you couldn’t help but want to punch it as your father appeared next to the interviewer. “So Endeavor. It is obvious that you have major security around all of your children. What happened to get her away from you? Wasn’t she at your Organization’s facility?” The interviewer asked as Endeavor nodded.

‘She was at her father’s facility? We were near there…’ Shigaraki thought as he looked over at the girl next to him. Here he was, checking her out, when he didn’t even know a single thing about her. “So, what’s your name?” He asked as you paused, looking over at him.

“That’s… confidential. Maybe someday you’ll know.” You responded, but deep inside, she knew she’d never be able to tell Shigaraki. Not unless they became very close, which was unlikely… but not impossible. That was the plan. You had to become very close to Shigaraki, and then maybe it’d be possible to come out with your identity. Until them, you refused to. You wouldn’t ruin something before it could even start.

Plus… you wanted to hear that laugh again. Shigaraki had hooked you in, and now you were ready to do everything in your power.

“Yes, Shiro was last seen in my office. Her future teachers from UA came to talk to her, and she cut herself on a broken glass and went to get cleaned up. That was the last we saw of her. I went to look for her and there wasn’t a trace. This must have to do with the League of Villains attack earlier that day. I know it.” You winced as the interviewer smiled sadly.

“Bull! Why do we get blamed for everything? We only came out because Toga and Twice got caught shoplifting on camera!” You smiled as Shigaraki handed you the popcorn bowl without even thinking. “Jeez, why would we kidnap some bratty rich kid. Don’t flatter yourself pro jackass. We don’t want your sperm.”

Slowly you rolled over, happy to stop the conversation here as you fell asleep. With the tv in the back, and Shigaraki’s weirdly comforting voice commenting on the news ever so often, you found it easy to fall asleep.

As Shigaraki watched the interviews with Endeavor and the other heroes, he couldn’t help but stare at the girl on his chair. So peaceful and innocent, so kind and lovely. He could only imagine what her face looked like. Nah, she was ugly. Shigaraki tried to tell himself that, but deep inside, he could only fantasize how beautiful she was.

He could only hope that one day she would take off her mask and tell him what brought her to villainy. A nice girl with a bad family possibly. Maybe a slip up murder. It happened to everyone. It was sad though. She had a good quirk, and a good heart. She deserved more than villain life. Shigaraki wanted to give her more than just that. In such little time, he had found something comforting in the girl.

She was kind to him when she didn’t have to be, she was happy to mess around with Toga and Dabi, she was obviously a villain with her massive kill streak, and above all… she radiated someone like him. She seemed like someone who had gone through too many things, and by the end of the day, she had just snapped like a twig. Snapped… and gone crazy. Like him.

But unlike him, she was gentle. Her hands weren’t harmful like his, but they were caring. They made things better, while he destroyed everything in his path, whether he wanted to or not. Your eye showed genuine innocence, something that he had craved for so long.

She just wished that she would open up to him, to show him her real self. Then he would be able to fully trust her, and build a relationship with her. But he could only do that when he knew what was behind the mask.

As he heard adorable snores coming from the pile of blankets on the couch, he realized that she had fallen asleep. Cute… He marched his way up to Toga’s room and began knocking repeatedly. “Toga. Toga. Toga. Toga. Toga. Toga. Toga. Toga. Toga. Toga. Toga. Toga.” He repeated until she opened the door, bags under her eyes and her hair messy.

“What is it Tomura? You already forced everyone to leave the living room so you could have alone time with Senpai, and now you’re waking me up at midnight?!” She exclaimed, about to close the door before he stopped her. “She fell asleep on the couch. I don’t feel comfortable touching her.” Toga nodded, immediately understanding. That was one thing Shigaraki liked about Toga. She would do things for him if he couldn’t.

When he disintegrated his own door, she made Dabi take her to get a new one. When Shigaraki was sick, she bossed everyone around so he could get rest. The League was like one family, not loving and mushy gushy but close. The bond was tight.

Shigaraki followed Toga down the stairs, and into the living room. Toga picked the girl up bridal style and walked down the hall, still being followed by Shigaraki when he plucked her under the sheets and tucked her under them. “Thank you. That will be all.” He murmured as she smiled a toothy grin, yawned, and walked back to her room.

Shigaraki just stood there though, staring at her. He wanted to touch her, he wanted to rip that stupid mask off her face and kiss her. He wanted to see her face, know her back story, and know her true feelings. That mask hided so much from him, and he hated it….

One touch and he could disintegrate it. One touch… and he would know who you were. Would he recognize you? Probably not. But he’d be able to see if you were as pretty as he thought.

Slowly Tomura moved his hand towards the mask, all five of his fingers sprawled out towards it. But then, the girl’s hand shot up, and wrapped around his wrist. “Tomuraaaaa. Sleep with me.” She pulled on his arm, not noticing his intentions before he moved his hand away. “N-no. You need to get your sleep. We have a big day tomorrow.” He tried to leave, even though he didn’t want to.

But her hand was pinching his sleeve, and he couldn’t move. “Please.” All it took was one beg, and he was climbing on the bed next to you. He stayed on top of the sheets, and didn’t face you. That way his hands were turned away from you, and he didn’t think such dirty thoughts.

He waited half an hour before he heard your precious, small snores before trying to get up. He would never actually sleep with you. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to, but he would never put you at risk like that. Tomura wore special gloves to sleep in, and he didn’t have them with him. One small move, and you’d be a pile of dust. He had already lost too many people that way.

But when he tried to get up, your hand was tightly wrapped around his arm. He quietly groaned in response, laying back down. Maybe sleeping with you wasn’t the worst thing in the world.

But then he heard Dabi’s voice in the kitchen, looking around for you. “Shit.” Shigaraki murmured, using all his energy to lurch himself out of your death grip and into the hallway.

“Shigaraki…” Tomura looked behind him to see Dabi standing in the doorway, growling. “I was just… listen, dude.” Tomura was about to defend himself before Dabi walked towards him, looking up and down snobbishly at Tomura. “Were you watching the news with her?” Dabi asked as Tomura nodded, walking down the hallway to the kitchen.

“Fuck.” Dabi murmured, making a sandwich. “Soo… did you get the files?” Tomura asked as Dabi nodded slowly, handing him papers. “Good. Here’s the plans with Chicken Legs. It says here that we’re going to meet him at his place in two days at 9 pm. We will talk about our final attack on Endeavor’s place, and then we will talk about the plans with evolving the League.” Dabi explained.

“He says he has a secret weapon who will be useful. The rest will be discussed in person.” Dabi continued, before taking a bite into his sandwich.

“Wonderful.” Shigaraki began to walk off before Dabi stopped him. “Tomura. Don’t even think about disintegrating her mask. It will ruin everything.” And with that, Dabi walked away.

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A Bad Day

Summary: You’re having a bad, Roman is having a bad day.

Warning: Knife!play, Dommy!Roman

You were sketching at your easel working on a new desk for Two-Face. It was truly labor of art. It had to make both sides of him happy. This was your seventh draft. You had not liked anything you had come up with yet.

The buzzer bounced off the wall of your studio. That alone is one reason why you were really considering Roman’s offer. Your studio would be nice and quiet, well except when he’d be angry. The idea made you smirk. Damn, he really could be hot when he was angry.

Walking over to the door, you straightened your ponytail. Opening the door you were greeted by a pleasant enough guy. “Yes?”

“Delivery, for a Miss Y/L/N?”

“Oh! Yes! I almost forgot. Let me open the big door.”

“Certainly.”

Finally, your new fabrics had arrived. You were so excited. Pushing the button the door began to clank and squeak as it rolled back, then it stopped.

“Seriously?” you muttered.

You pushed the other button. It screeched closed. Pacing for a moment, you took a breath. Going back over you pushed the button again. It didn’t budge.

“Oh my god.” You muttered.

You opened the side door again, leaving it open you went over to where the guy waited.

“It’s not budging, I’m sorry.”

“No worries.”

Together with some heaving and a few grunts, you managed to get all your bolts of fabric into your studio.

You leaned against the wall to catch your breath.

He took his hat off and wiped his brow. “If you’re gonna date someone like Roman Sionis you should at least have him pay for the upkeep of your hobbies.”

You stopped leaning. “What did you say?” You plastered a smile and took a step closer to where he stood.

“He should be supporting his girls’ hobbies more. The other one at least he showcases by letting her perform on Friday nights. You haven’t redone the look of his club, have you?”

Your heart stilled and the anger began to burn. “First of, Dinah is a girl he rescued from the streets. She loves to sing so he lets her.” You stepped closer. “I am his only girl. And this,” You gestured to your studio. “This is mine, I did it for years before I even knew who he was. So it’s not a fucking hobby.”

“Well damn. Looks like his mouth is rubbing off on you. Not such a sweet little artist, are you?” He took a step closer and easily cast a shadow over you.

“You know, I was grateful that we got that done so fast and was going to give you a tip for your troubles. But you just lost that. And I will make sure you can never step foot into Roman’s club.”

The man chuckled. “I don’t need your damn charity. And we’ll see about that, he probably wouldn’t take kindly knowing you now decide who goes in and out of his club.” And then he left.

You were so angry, you could taste it. You practically ran to where you kept your phone.

You opened a text to Roman... But then thought better of it. You still needed to make peace with Zsasz.

To Knifeboy: Can you send a driver to pick me up at my studio, please?

You should change his tag, but at the moment you found it still really funny so it was going to stay.

Knifeboy: Are you ok???

To Knifeboy: Yes! Just in no mood to try and get a taxi to the penthouse.

Knifeboy: Roman’s busy

To Knifeboy: I am coming to unwind in the hot tub.

Knifeboy: All right. See you shortly.

To Knifeboy: You’re coming?”

Knifeboy: Yes.

You swallowed.

To Knifeboy: All right.

******

You grabbed your purse. You stuffed your bathing suit into your bag. You already had a few things there. That was all you needed.

Knifeboy: Here.

To Knifeboy: All right.

He was already leaning against the car smoking a cigarette, when you came out. You knew Roman would only let him do that in the alleyway so you took a little longer locking up.

Seeing you, he took a long drag and flicked it away.

“Oh, you didn’t have to.”

He exhaled towards the sky. “It’s all right.” He went and held the door to the back of the rolls open for you.

“Zsasz, it’s ok. I can ride in front with you.”

His eyes narrowed. “Boss won’t like that.”

You shrugged. “Listen, it’s ok. I really don’t want to be chauffeured by you.”

His eyes really narrowed then and his mouth became a grim line.

“Not like that.” You sighed, trying to not rain your anger on him. You swallowed. “You may be Roman’s right-hand man but you don’t have or well, I don’t know. Right now, I’d rather you not.”

He shrugged. “All right, just don’t tell Roman. He’s already in a mood.”

So he wasn’t having a good day either. You knew to try and avoid. Both of you annoyed at the least probably wasn’t good.

“Seriously?”

“He wants his princess- I mean, girl treated right.”

You finally slid into the front seat. You looked at Zsasz, as he settled behind the wheel. “He calls me princess?”

Zsasz looked like he got caught for a moment. He pressed his lips together. “Sometimes.”

It warmed your heart, you were going to have to talk to Roman about that.

“Well no worries, I won’t say anything.” You just remembered then, you wanted to turn on your voicemail and not be bothered for the rest of the day.

“Knifeboy?” Zsasz then started the car and began heading back.

You instantly flushed and looked over. “Umm, yes.” You looked away and then back at him. “I’m sorry.”

A short laugh came from him. It was followed by a smile you only saw when him and Roman toasted to a good acquisition. “It’s not a lie, well I’m a man but I do like my knives.” He smirked and eased into the traffic.

“True.” Well, you didn’t know how much he did. You knew he always had one. So you changed it.

“I changed it.” You held up your screen.

He chuckled again, still something you were not used to. “Better.”

“Yeah.” You smiled.

*****

He pulled into the alley. “Damn, wait I probably should have gone into the garage.”

“Wait a sec.” You unbuckled and threw your bag into the back seat. Easily you moved and managed to climb into the back.

“Did you really just do that?”

“Yup.” You shrugged. “I know how much he likes to look down from that one window.”

“He does.” Zsasz got out then and went around and opened the door.

“Thank you.” You smiled brightly.

“Nah, thank you.”

******

Your anger was still churning in your stomach but today perhaps things would be the beginning of things being better between the two of you.

******

The elevator dinged and distantly, you heard Roman bellowing into the phone. Sometimes you wished you could do that too. Well, actually you had a little and that felt good. But it wasn’t good enough.

“Hobby.” You muttered, rolling your eyes. Stretching, reaching as high as you could, a content sigh came from you as you walked into the bedroom. Quickly you shed your shorts and t-shirt, you left them on your side of the bed. You slipped on your bathing suit. You smiled when you caught sight of how cute the ruffles and polka dots looked.

You went over to the bar and poured yourself a drink. You drank it. You poured yourself another one.

“What are you doing here?”

Your heart lifted, but the edge made you pause. You closed your eyes and then opened them.

Turning, you smiled. It felt so fake so you dropped it. You never wanted to be fake to Roman. “Hi.” You said softly. “I was having a bad day.” You drew closer, despite seeing the strain in his face.

“Oh.” The rasp remained but it had turned flat. Inwardly, that made you wince.

His eyes were dark, there was barely any blue. A shadow kissed his face, you honestly wished your lips were. His inky black hair was immaculate and so were his shirt and slacks. Glancing down, you noticed his gloves matched. He must have been out and came back already. You looked back up at him.

“So I came over to soak in the hot tub.” You shrugged. “Maybe drag you away from the assholes of Gotham.” You finally smiled as you added that bit a little more brightly. “Want me to make you a drink?”

“Yes.”

You smiled and nodded. You went around the bar and sizing up how he looked and acted, you knew what he needed. at least you hoped you did.

You grabbed a few ice cubes and let them clink into the glass. Grabbing his favorite scotch you poured two drinks worth. Standing up, you turned and gasped. He was right there.

“Oop!” You made a soft sound as you saw him right there. You held the drink out to him. “Here you go.” His gloved fingers grazed yours as he took the glass.

He took a sip. “Those assholes is what gives us, me all this.”

You swallowed, correcting himself felt like a slap across the face. Not something you needed at the moment, especially after the delivery man. Though you knew it was true. His family didn’t give him shit. He was the one who created and maintained his slice of Gotham.

He gestured to you. “Gave me you.” His lips curled as he finished his scotch.

That made you feel cheap.

He had promised that being his girl, could be rough, even unpleasant at times, but he would never make you feel cheap. He had managed to finally do that. Your anger finally erupted.

“That’s not fucking true and you know it.” You looked him right in the eye. But then you looked away. This is not what you wanted, you brushed past him and went back to the bedroom.

Gloved fingers wrapped around your arm and turned you around. “Where are you going?”

“I’m leaving.” You wiggle free, and sat down on the edge of the bed. Twisting, you reached for your shirt.

“No, you’re not.”

You turned back. “I’m not?”

He nodded.

“Well, for the first time since we’ve known each other, you managed to make me feel cheap. And Roman, today was not a good day to do that.” You swallowed, actually saying it made it hurt more.

“You’re not cheap.”

Sometimes you were surprised by his strength. Moments later, you found yourself in the middle of the bed and you were under him. You wiggled, unsuccessfully.

“Stop.”

You did. In your anger and hurt that churned, arousal began to blossom. Which made your anger stronger but it also made your need for him grow.

He grabbed your wrists and held them above your head. You could not bite back the moan that came from deep within you.

His lips twitched. “What I meant was," His voice was tight. It was as if he could cough at any moment. You knew he was not one to ever want to explain himself. "It’s because I deal with those assholes, I can supply a place where you can come to hide and I can take care of you.”

“Oh.”

You moaned for real then, when his lips met yours. His crisp aftershave and the taste of the scotch on his lips made you shake. You felt him smirk and pull back.

“There’s my baby.” His other hand took ahold of your wrist.

You wiggled. “Roman.” You whimpered. You flexed your fingers, they tingled. You wanted to touch him.

“Don’t move…”

The sound of metal scraping metal filled the room. You watched as he had brought a knife from his slacks pocket and opened it. The blade was bared.

“Now if you move I might nick you, and that is something I don’t want to do.”

You nodded. “Ok.”

The look in his eyes, the way he straddled you, the gloves and now the knife. Desperately, you wanted to rub up against him. The taste and feel of the kiss was still fresh. You wanted to do much more.

He cut the middle of your bikini top, your arousal for him was already evident there. Your nipples were erect and dying to feel his lips, the shadow on his cheeks. Honestly anything at this point but they wanted attention. Finally he let go of your wrists and he cut each side of the bottom. Moving and tugging he freed you of it. He gestured to the top. “Get rid of that.”

You did. Now you were completely naked under him. You watched as he closed the knife and tossed it away.

He grabbed your wrists, sliding them above you again. It pulled a whimper from you. His lips once again consumed anything else you could have thought of. He moved against you, it almost immediately made you open your legs to him. His hard-on was right up against his slacks.

“That’s my good girl.” He said against your lips.

“Please.” You could taste how much you wanted him.

He cocked his head to the side. “Please what?”

You gave him a look. “Daddy.” You squirmed under him, as he then pulled off his t-shirt.

“What? I know what I need, but you? I need you to tell me.”

Daddy,” You finally said breathless. “Fuck me.”

“That’s what I needed to hear.”

He moved and as he braced himself above you, he easily freed himself. He slid very easily into you, a moan that sounded like him calling you baby, finally poured from his lips.

You wrapped yourself around him with ease. You gave yourself up to the sensations, you surrendered yourself to him. You melted under him as you both moved together, as you wrapped your arms around him. His lips, his scruff, how he felt sliding in and out made sounds just pour out of you in pure abandon. It wasn’t long before your body tightened, you were already so close.

You kissed him and arched against him, as you felt yourself on the cusp of cumming.

“Daddy, please.” You met his now stormy blue eyes.

“Cum for me, baby. Daddy wants to feel it, daddy wants to hear it.”

You did. You shook, your grasp tightened. You clung onto him. “Daddy...” You moaned.

His kiss was hungry, wanton. “Baby.” He rasped in the most wonderful way. And then you felt as he came hard in you. Feeling it made you actually cum again. It shook you and brought you even closer to him.

“That’s my baby.” He was out of breath.

You loved feeling that hot breath of his on your body.

******

“Perhaps, we should fuck more often when we’re angry.” He chuckled when you nudged him. Just his words alone made your desire for him blossom all over again.

You smiled though. “Not a bad idea.” And you shared a kiss. As you looked at him, the edge his anger gave him was not there. It was the Roman you only ever saw when it was just the two of you. It made your heart swell. “Though as your princess...” you met his eyes playfully. “Yeah, Zsasz let that slip.” You explained.

“Well, you are. You are my princess. I love protecting you and taking care of you.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” You nestled close. As you felt and heard his heart beat, you closed your eyes.

******

“That’s him.”

Hours later sitting beside him in the club, you were dressed in a sweet dress he had decided to surprise you with. You felt so good. You felt as bubbly as your drink.

Roman gestured and Zsasz came over. “Grab that guy. Scare him but keep him for me. I want to talk to him later.”

You grabbed Roman’s arm. “Roman?”

He looked down at you. One side of his mouth twitched up. “What? No one talks to my princess like that.” And he looked at Zsasz.

Who then had a touch of unease hit his face. “It’s all right. It’s not a lie.” He told him.

“He’ll know never to treat you or anyone else like that again.”

“Whatever you think is best. I had told him he wouldn’t be welcome here.”

He rose an eyebrow. “Did you?”

You nodded.

“Good, he isn’t. Zsasz, get him out right now. No waiting. I want him to know I back up what she said. I’ll be there in a few hours.”

You smiled, as you watched Zsasz grab him.

You looked up at Roman. “I will always take care of you.”

“Oh, Roman.” You reached up loving the feel of his scruffy cheek and you gave him a soft kiss. Which you were happy he reciprocated. He usually wasn’t one to do big shows of affection, but at that moment it was just the two of you.

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stardancerluv · 4 years

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Blueberries and Cuddles

@dance-like-russia-isnt-watching , I really hope you enjoy this! I love writing soft!Roman from time to time.

It had been a horribly long day. To matters worse, it had started to rain and getting out of the cab near the Black Mask club, you stepped right into a puddle that went half way up your ankle. Getting out of it, you shoe broke. So absolutely drenched, you sloshed your way up to the penthouse.

On you to the bathroom, you tossed out your broken shoes. You didn’t even peak into Roman’s office as you already heard that he was on the phone. Once in the bathroom, you began shed your dripping clothes.

*****

Roman, heard your footfalls and tried to give you a smile to welcome you home, even a quick wink but you kept on walking. When he saw you, his heart sank. You looked drenched and drooping.

His poor dear. He quickly wrapped up the phone call. He had not seen you look this bad in years.

Sneaking into kitchen, he poured the blueberries he had housekeeper buy for you into bowl. Bringing, them into the bedroom he put them on the nightstand. He covered the bowl with a handkerchief so you would not pay it no mind. Knowing how you loved his t-shirts and pajamas pants, he grabbed them.

Coming, into the bathroom his heart poured out to you. You had crumpled into a crying mess. You hand let go of your brush and just sat there crying. Aw, what the hell happened. You were usually so strong. He was the one who could be well, temperamental.

He came over after putting the fresh pajamas down. Kneeling beside you, he out a soft hand on your back and rubbed it gently. A breath later you practically leapt into his arms and easily Roman wrapped his arm around you.

“Aww, looks like you had a rough day.”

“I did.” You weeped

He made some soft endearing sounds, as he continued to rub your back. “Let us comb your hair out, yes? We don’t want tangles.”

“Yes.”

Soon, Roman was brushing away, occasionally placing a kiss here and there as tears finally slowed and disappeared.

A comforting silence embraced the two of your warmly. “Do you need me to take someone’s face off?” He finally asked, knowing it would get a giggle and it did. Roman, pressed a kiss to you cheek. “There you are, my sunshine. Let’s get you into some fresh, clothes.”

You turned happily around showing him, how cute you looked in his pajamas. “Your curves always make my pajamas look better.”

Your cheeks, turned pink. Roman did a little dance as he closed the distance, “No blushing, it’s true.” He easily brought up the pants and tying them a little better. “Despite you being delightfully short, I do not want you tripping on the way to cuddling with me.”

Once he was sitting with his back to head board he held out his arms to you. He sighed as you curled up, he ran one of his hands along your curves. He loved them so much. “Could this possibly be any better?”

You shook your head, but your warm eyes met his. “Weren’t you busy when I came home?”

“None of that is as important as you.”

You beamed.

“You’ve dropped things for me when I’m in mood. Now it’s my turn to take care of you.” He smiled down at you. “You’re wrong by he way.”

“How is that? I do love this.”

Roman, pulled off the handkerchief and brought the bowl close to the two of you. He saw your eyes light up.

“So, what do you think now?” He gave you a smile he reserved for you and Victor on occasion. It was a smile that crinkled his eyes.

“Blueberries!” You squealed. “Aw you are the best.” Roman, sighed when you hugged him tight.

A few blueberries bounced from the bowl. You scooped them up and offered them to him.

“Mmm thank you.” He happily nibbled them away. “But the rest are all for you.”

So for a while, the two of you happily laid there as you enjoyed your blueberries. By the time, you had the last one, your bad day was gone. You were reminded, how special Roman was to you. Sure he could be brisk and cruel to those that crossed him but to you he was the man who cared for you.

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stardancerluv · 3 years

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Remembering Firsts

Kinktober - Roman Sionis - BDSM F! Receiving

Summary: Roman remembers when Zsasz delievered you to him.

Warning/Note: Consensual handcuffing/BDSM, M!Dom F!Sub, desk sex, daddy!kink

Same Roman and Reader Dynamic as Creative Fervor. Roman remembers when Reader was brought to him in Chapter 1.

The voice yapped away into his ear as he watched you flutter into his office. Your dress was bright and practically slid over your curves.

After settling onto the sofa, you tucked some hair behind your ear and finally looked his way. You smiled, he loved how it reached your eyes. It always did.

He had only let you ever see him really smile. There was his smile to his patrons and he had one that he wore for meetings. There was also the one he gave his employees. However, you were the only one that saw the one that would crinkle his eyes. Or be brought on from a laugh from deep within him.

He reminded the first smile you had given him. It had been in the rolls on the way to your studio. It had pulled on him.

Sure you had smiled before. But that had been the days of you with purple hair and before you ever knew who he was or what he was capable of.

In the pit of his stomach he heat pooled and knotted as he watched you sit in his office pretty as you please.

He finished the call and got up.

He went over to where you leaned against the arm rest of the sofa. “Hi baby.” Reaching he cupped your cheek, gently caressing it with his thumb. “How are you doing today?”

You smiled, leaning into his hand. “I’m good now that I’m here with you.”

Your words made the knots tighten. “Good.” Now daddy, is a little busy but he is going to try and set some time aside for you.”

You beamed, your eyes brightening. “Only if that is good for you. I don’t want you getting behind because I’m here.”

“Not all baby.” He smiled, looking you over. He had always thought having someone around would be a nuisance but you, you were a delight to have around. “I’ll be right back.”

“Ok!” You said brightly. Your attention went back to the latest issue of interior design monthly.

Ever since they gave you an interview, a free subscription came to the club. Kind of annoying, but that’s what happens when the best interior designer becomes your girl. You no longer just get offerings to buy the best liquor in the country for your nightclub.

Walking down the hall, he glanced back at the doorway of his office. He liked the idea of you perched there.

Taking his cellphone out he messaged Zsasz, to thoroughly clean and detail their tools downstairs.

He did not right now want to be interrupted. Confident, there now would not be, he went further into the penthouse. Going into his special wing, he put the code into the panel and with a swish the door opened.

He looked over the knives on display. He ran a finger over one of his favorites. Nah, he thought he would not slice your clothes off today. Too much to clean up. Though he certainly delighted in how you reacted to the blades being so close to your skin. He loved how wet it made you.

Shaking his head, he went further into his room. A smirk, curled his lips when something caught his eyes. He dragged his fingers over a trusty pair of cuffs. They were the same ones that had been on your wrists, he believer. That brought a burst of delight to his senses.

He grabbed them and slipped them into his suit jacket. He gave the room a cursory glance. Nah, he didn’t need anything else.

Leaving the room, the door whispered just behind him. He stopped eyeing the bar, before returning to his office.

You smiled as he walked in. “Baby, do you trust me?”

Your brow wrinkled. “Of course I do.”

“Good.” He smiled. “I was reminiscing and” He pressed his lips together. “And well I want us to have a little fun.”

He could see that special light come to your eyes as he spoke. “Oh?”

“Yes.”

He knew deep down, what he was exercising was the darker part of his soul. He had been itching be this level of dominate with you. It wasn’t because he thought less of you or even doubted how you felt about him, but the idea turned him on and he wanted to do it.

“Now, if at any moment you feel uncomfortable tell me.” He swallowed, saying that kind of surprised him. He was always so used to taking what he wanted. He realized cared for you deeper then he expected.

You put the magazine down beside you. “What do you want daddy?” You looked at him through your lashes.

“That’s my girl.” He smiled. “Now stand for him.”

Once you did he immediately grabbed one wrist, reaching into his pocked he took out the cuffs. Very easily he placed them on your wrists. Their metallic sound filled his office. The sound that it brought from you only fueled his desire.

“Wiggle those pretty little hands to show daddy how they bind together for him.”

You did, they jangled a little. He smirked. “Good.”

A soft flush came over you, your eyes grew shiny.

“Look at you. Ready for daddy to do what he wishes.”

“Yes, daddy.”

He nodded, then grabbed your arm. “Over here.” He pulling you just so, your heels clicking against the floor. He brought you up against his desk. Before you could move he was against you. “Damn, you feel so good against me.” He breathed into your ear. Easily he reached around held your hands to his desk. “Can you feel what you’ve done to me?” He rubbed his growing hardness against you.

“Yes, daddy.” There was a twinge of whimper to your voice. He loved it.

Reaching around he dragged down and reached under the skirt of your dress. He found your panties. “Let them fall.”

“Yes, daddy.”

He tugged and pulled at them, making them fall to the floor like an autumn leaf.

“Step out of them.”

Bracing yourself against his desk and rubbing against him, you easily did. Stepping back, he turned you around once again.

“There’s my baby.” He tilted his head as he looked at you. “Do you remember when you brought to me, hand cuffed and all?” He gently tugged at the cuffs.

You nodded.

“This time, I am the one who did it.”

You nodded.

“You have always been mine.”

“Yes.”

“That makes me very happy.” With a suddenness he was known for, he picked you up and placed you on his desk. He opened your legs, pushing up the skirt, he opened you even wider. He easily then came to stand between your legs.

He smirked as he saw your hands come to rest, demurely over the apex between your legs. “Always a lady.”

He pulled you close, he pulled the cloth belt. In doing so, your dress easily opened. “Just like that first time.” He easily opened it so not much of you remained hidden from him.

You nodded.

“I need you.” He simply said. Finally he attended to himself. Undoing his slacks, he took himself out.

He put your arms around his throat as he pulled you closer to him. He gently rubbed against you, pulling the most delightful sound from you.

“You feel so good.” He murmured, meeting your eyes. He loved how your fingers felt in his hair.

Very easily he slid into you. “Baby.” He exhaled. You were so slick, that moving in and out of you was amazing. “Mine.” He managed.

“Yes.” You breathed.

As he held you just the right one way, he bent down and kissed you. It was a hungry kiss. Reaching up as he kissed you, he unclasped your bra. He broke the kiss. “There you are, let me hear you.”

He ran his gloved hands over your already very erect nipples. You whimpered and writhed more under him, as he touched you more.

When you shuddered he met your eyes. “Is my baby already close?”

“Yes, daddy.”” You whimpered, arching against him.

“Cum for me then, right here on my desk.”

“Thank you, daddy.”

Your fingers, clutched tightly onto the back of his shirt. As moans poured from you. He didn’t let up. He was close as well, and it felt so damn good.

“Daddy.” You moaned. And your body and legs tightened around him.

“That’s my girl.” He smiled and moving still he finally let himself move harder and deeper. He groaned as he came hard into you.

Panting, he held onto you. Trembles from your body and his matched and did their own little dance. Very adeptly, better then he thought he would be. He eased you from his grasp, he reached in and took out the key and undid the cuffs. Taking them off they clanked on his hard, wooden desk.

He stood as your arms rested. Taking a hand and meeting your eyes kissed one and the other wrist. “That was fun.” He smiled.

You nodded. You were breathless. “Yes.”

Reluctantly, he pulled back and tucked himself away. Still with some energy in him, he grabbed you, easily picking you, he took a few steps back and sat on the sofa. Your heels fell noisily to the ground but you easily curled up in his lap as he sat there.

He rubbed your arm as you nestled closer to his shoulder. “From the moment, you walked in, I needed you.”

You looked at him and flushed. “I needed you too.” You whispered and pressed a kiss against his throat.

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stardancerluv · 3 years

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When You Take Care of Each Other

Part 3c

Summary: Alot of intimacy between Roman and Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Come with me.” He grabbed your hand.

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

“Make daddy a drink.”

You smiled brightly. He let go of your hand

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

“Alright, daddy.”

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

******

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

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

“Daddy?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Alright, not tonight.”

He smirked, damn you were just too good.

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

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

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

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

“Oh?”

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

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

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

But you moved a little.

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

“Daddy!” You yelped.

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

“Ok.”

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

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

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

He grazed it against your lips.

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

You nodded.

“Now just one.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Please.” You whimpered.

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

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

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

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

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

You gently stirred.

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

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

****

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

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At War

Part One

Summary: Reader as just stepped onto a rollercoaster of emotions and turmoil of being Roman’s girl.

Arthor’s Note: This is parallel to Early Days with Roman

Everything in the beginning had been amazing. Roman, had been a dark storm of passion. He’d swirl around you. You could barely be around him without a possessive gloved hand resting on your thigh. He’d want you at his side during meetings. You were inseparable.

When, things were exceptionally dark, he wouldn’t include or tell you. Anything else he wanted you there.

Additionally, he took care of everything. He made sure you’d eat and get plenty of rest, especially when you would get too distracted with a big project. Or there was that time you got that head cold, despite him having a deep aversion to germs he was there with orange juice and tissues. He’d even a cool or warm compress to relieve the pain you had with a head or that special time of the month.

There was also the times, when he spoiled you rotten, the driver would take you and him to the fashion district. The two of you would shop till you or Victor would collapse. He’d be trailing behind the two of you carrying all the bags.

You could not put your finger on it but all of that was becoming less and less frequent. It began when he started telling you to sit in an entirely different part of the club then where he’d hold his meetings. You’d be sitting in the corner watching as, he talk to Two Face and not get angry or schmooze one bimbo after another hoping he would host their girl nights or bachelorette parties.

That was painful enough, but the real pain came when you went nearly, a week and he barely touched you. He’d come to bed and go to sleep.

Before, you both could have been loopy from exhaustion and you would still leave each other breathless. Hearts would still be racing as you’d fall asleep hard together.

The worst was last night, you had gone to bed alone. Sure that had happened before but he’d always managed to crawl into bed, even if it was at dawn so he could pull you close. He’d pass out from whatever underworld activity he had done to keep his slice of Gotham secure. You never asked what he did and if he did share, ir would be very little. It was none of your business. All that you cared about was he was there and you were his.

When you woke up today, he was still not back or at least that is what you initially thought. So you showered and barely dressed for the day. You only slipped on a fresh shirt and shorts. You were thinking about stuffing down some kind of breakfast you when heard something.

Going to his office you peaked in. There he was, his suit jacket open and belt loosened, slack. A shadow of growth darkened his cheeks. One hand rested on floor as he was barely sprawled on the sofa. Having barely seen him this week, your heart ached seeing him. Your feet managed to bring you closer to him.

One of things that you had loved about being with Roman, was the side of him no else except you saw, and that included Victor. Right now, was one of those moments, deeply asleep his features were so soft.

As you neared you caught yourself stepping on a discarded glove. There was something smudged on it that you couldn’t make out. Finally, you were beside him, you knelt down. You picked up his hand held it to your cheek, you sighed.

That’s when you smelled it. Your entire body stopped. You sniffed his wrist it was faint, putting his hand back down you leaned in.

You fell backwards and scrambled. You crashed onto your back; a pain filled oooaf bubbling from deep within you. You slid straight flat as your hand caught on one of his discarded gloves.

Your nose had filled with the distinct smell of a perfume that was not even close to anything you wore or cared to wear. If that was not bad enough, what you saw on his under its scruffiness froze your heart. Like a fresh wound, there was a smudge of dark lipstick.

You made an incoherent sound. You tried to gather your breath but you couldn’t.

Crawling, no shuffling you managed to get away. You stumbled back into the bedroom, the two of you once shared. You made it to the masterbath, where suddenly you found yourself over the sink and your stomach emptied itself.

How, why? What had you done? All of these thoughts blurred in your head until they slammed into each other and became a jumble. You stomach tried to empty again but it just squeezed hard. There was nothing more it could give up. Bracing yourself on the black marble you desperately rinsed your mouth and the sink out.

One night, it had been a stormy one. He had finally told you, what Circe had done to him. He had made you a promise since you two were together he would never search our another woman.

But now, with all these changes in how he was acting you shouldn’t be too surprised. You had to think. You were so hurt, you really didn’t know what you should do.

You would brush your teeth to get rid of the bile. After that you just didn’t know. This all hurt so much that tears didn’t even come.

Grabbing your toothbrush, your fingers grazed against his personally monogrammed one. Turning on the ice cold water you held your brush under. You squeezed some paste on. Closong your eyes, you wished for your world to stop spinning as you began to brush your teeth.

A cry of anguish poured from your mouth and your toothbrush fell from your hand and clattered to the blackmarble. The two arms, you had missed so much, that had always brought you comfort and grounded you were now around you.

Opening, your eyes there in the mirror was Roman. His solid warmth was around you once again. There were dark circles under his eyes, and despite looming haggard, a soft smile tugged on his lips. Still holding you, he bent and grabbed your toothbrush off the black marble counter.

“My poor, sweet baby. I didn’t mean to scare you.” His lips were warm and soft as he pressed a kiss against your throat. “I just couldn’t wait any longer to have my arms around you.” He said softly as he handed you back your toothbrush.

Your nose twitched, his cologne was especially strong. You knew why and you could not help but notice that the smudge of color was gone.

He chuckled darkly as if remembering something. “I didn’t want to come to you smelling of the docks and what I had to take care of last night. Too much?” His eyes were filled with mischief despite what dark act he could have committed.

You stuck your toothbrush into your mouth not sure what to say or do. All of this made the pain you were feeling all the worse. You had longed for all of this for moment, to be back in his arms for so long. And now it only hurt more.

He grazed his nose along your cheek. “Daddy’s home baby. Relax.” He cooed softly in your ear. His breath was warm, as he pressed a kiss on your jaw.

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At War

Part 5a

Summary: The war is heating up.

Feeling a shift in the bed you let yourself wake up, today was not a day for sleeping in. Gloved finger tips brushed your hair aside. Blinking you looked and saw Roman sitting on the edge of the bed. He was already dressed for the day, his aftershave tickled your nose.

“I made you some tea.”

You sat up near him, you saw your mug sitting on your nightstand. Grabbing it you blew on the surface of the hot liquid. “When did you come to bed?”

“Late.” His mouth was that grim line again, he no longer looked soft.

You took a sip of your tea. “Should I get ready and join you in your office?”

“Yes, I want to keep you close by.”

“Ok.” You had a thought. You were not used to any of this. “Has she tried anything?”

He nodded. “There was a brief encounter but my men handled them.”

You put a hand over his that rested on the bed. “I hope this will be over soon.”

He turned his hand over and squeezed yours. He looked at you. “When she stops playing games and just attacks, it will be.”

You knew he liked running his club and this was a nuisance. “Have you heard from anyone else?”

He inhaled. “They are apparently on my side but don’t want to fight.”

“You will have to remember that when they come knocking.”

He squeezed your hand, the one side of his mouth curled up for a moment, “I like the way you think.”

******

You wrapped your hair up into a loose bun and then dressed as if for a day in your studio. You leaned against the marble, you missed that moment where you had caught Roman fast asleep.

Pushing, yourself off the counter you went and grabbed a drawing pad and a case of your drawing materials. Opening, the door of Roman’s office he was on the phone, you nodded at Victor was standing near him. You went silently over to the sofa, tucking one leg under you, you opened your drawing pad.

In between, biting down on a pencil or pen it was much easier sketching there then you had thought it would be.

An elaborate bookcase was taking shape when you felt hair pins being pulled from your hair. Looking up, you smiled.

*****

You kept on surprising him. What had blessed him with you? Your idea last night and now that passing remark, he was glad you were his.

He looked at you as you sat drawing on the sofa. They curve of your throat, the look of determination.

He could still feel as you had pressed a kiss to his lips as he slept. He had stirred when you turned. Truthfully, he had not minded. After seeing your bravery and you not flinching at his anger, he cared for you all the more. Honestly, he had grown to love you. But he would never be one to say it.

He looked over at Zsasz. “Go see if the men need anything. Grab food, whatever. Tell them I’ll be around shortly.”

“Sure thing boss.”

He looked over and finally pushed himself away from his desk. Going over to you, he glanced down at what you were working on. He liked it.

With adept fingers he pulled some of the pins you used to hold your hair in place. Your eyes met his.

“Hi lovely girl.” He whispered.

He loved the reactions he could pull from you. The way you brought a hand to your face, blushing and smiling.

“Hi Roman.”

He smiled. “You’ve managed to sketch in here.”

You nodded but then sighed as he let his hand drift up your neck and stopped at your hair line.

“I was, but I’m glad...” He squeezed gently.

“Glad about what baby?”

“You’ve distracted me.”

Gently, he moved his thumb. “How am I do that?”

“Your hand. It feels good.” You breathed.

“Mm, I’m glad. Your lips had felt good when I was trying to sleep earlier.” He loved the little o your lips formed. “I enjoyed waking to the feel of them but I’d like to feel them again, come here.”

Reluctantly, he let go of you. But watching you get up and come to him was worth it. You drew close enough that there was barely a breath between the two of you.

“Where you would like my lips, Roman?”

He felt your breath followed by your lips on his throat above his collar. He didn’t move as he felt you go up on your tip toes, your lips grazed his jaw he inhaled.

“Or perhaps here.” Your body moved slowly down his torso, grabbing his hand. It was the hand where his watch didn’t rest, you brushed aside his glove. When your eyes met his, they were twinkling. Moving just so you kissed the soft part of his wrist.

“Baby.” He breathed, his heart begun to be faster. “Let’s not start what we can’t finish.”

“Then just know I’ll be here waiting.”

He smirked. “I like the sound of that, kiss me for good luck.”

“Happily.”

It was soft and deep, he deepened it as held you closer to him.

“Roman, she’s here.”

Everything in him froze and distantly he felt your body stiffen. He pulled back, he met your eyes. “Stay here.”

He couldn’t read your expression but he didn’t have time.

“Alright. She wants a fight, a fight she will get.”

He went to the bedroom, practically tore his suit-jacket off. He heard something but didn’t pay attention. He could not get distracted. Slipping on his holster, he made sure his guns were loaded and ready.

Coming, out he slipped on his suit jacket back on.

“Zsasz, I don’t care.” You shouted.

“I will lock you up.” He shouted back.

Roman, knew what was going on now. He easily grabbed you, walked with you until, you were against the wall. You had put up a struggle but he easily held you.

“Now fucking listen.” He shouted. His heart raced so hard it, distantly he guessed it was because he cared so much. His blood was rushing through him and pounding in his head. “They easily killed Vanessa thinking it was you. They don’t fucking care.” He inhaled, he saw the tears. “Now stay fucking up here or I will have Zsasz, lock you up!”

He felt you tremble. “Ok.” You said softly.

“Good.” He bellowed, taking one last look at you; your eyes were watery but the tears didn’t fall. “Good.” He whispered and let you go.

He walked away with each step he realized just how much you were part of his life. Rounding a corner, he entered the private part of the penthouse, he punched in the code, then opening the door he walked in. His eyes fell onto his mask, his face for all of this.

His fingertips lightly touched the black marble, the coolness of it reached him through his gloves. He pulled it over his face. Time for action.

*****

You began to pace once Roman and Victor went down in the elevator. You wanted to stay up there but a part of you felt like you should help.

You stopped and you smelled something very odd. You felt a hand cover your mouth and nose. You barely breathed and everything went black.

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