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gothamcenzine · 3 days
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frownyalfred · 4 months
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imagine being Red Hood and pulling up to Roman Sionis’ club to settle your beef with Black Mask and not only is your adoptive father already there, he’s in his civilian identity and keeps “accidentally” stepping in front of Sionis and preventing you from shooting him and you have to pretend you don’t know each other meanwhile said adoptive father is wearing no shirt and is completely lathered in body glitter
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rockingthegraveyard · 4 months
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I think Jason, Harvey and Roman should have a series together.
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They would only make each other worse and I would like to see it.
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incorrectbatfam · 7 months
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There was Margie, and then there was the batfam, what about the rogues with Steph time in retail?
Part 1 with Margie
Part 2 with the batfam
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[at the grocery store]
Riddler: Riddle me this: you eat me before I'm born and after I'm dead. What am I?
Steph: Eggs are aisle 3, chickens are aisle 4.
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[at the coffee shop]
Ivy: Is the oat milk locally sourced?
Steph: Yes, I don't recommend it.
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[at the clothing store]
Scarecrow: *walks in*
Steph: Sorry sir, this isn't a Spirit Halloween yet.
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[at the drive-thru]
Steph: Welcome to Batburgers, what can I get you?
Harley: Hiya! Can I do a double cheese batburger deluxe with no onions and extra pickles, and I'll have a side of nacho chili cheese fries with a drizzle of barbecue sauce. I'll also take two Bat-Hound Doggy Bags—one with Robin nuggets, honey mustard, milk, and apples with caramel, and the other with the steak Talon tacos minus the sour cream and with the salsa separate, fruit punch, and the Hush Puppies.
Steph: Anything else?
Harley: Yeah, I'll do the Create Your Own milkshake with vanilla bean, chocolate, strawberry, cookies 'n cream, cherry, black cherry, cotton candy, funfetti with double the fetti, mint chip, salted caramel, peanut butter crunch, brownie bites, extra whipped cream, and gummy bears on top.
Steph: Alright, that'll be $20.37. Please pull up to the next window.
Harley: Before I pay, could you read that back to me?
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[at the furniture store]
Steph: Let me guess, you need new cushions.
Clayface, while dripping clay: *nods sadly*
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[at the restaurant]
Joker: Give me a good laugh. A hearty chuckle. Serve me up nice, warm smile.
Steph:
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[at the call center]
Steph: Wayne Enterprises account support, how can I help you?
Black Mask: *starts threatening every member of the Wayne family*
Steph: Mhm. I understand. Please hold.
Steph: *puts him on hold*
Steph: *clocks out*
Steph: *goes home*
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[at home]
Steph: You won't BELIEVE the week I had.
Tim: Remind me again why you work seven jobs simultaneously?
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tsuyakiku · 2 months
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FIRE🔥
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kotalketz · 4 months
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WE ARE SO (TENTAVELY) BACK
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geekthefreakout · 2 months
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Gotham War was rough, but I kind of love Black Mask and Two-Face talking about Jason here. Black Mask, naturally, hates Jason and wishes him nothing but harm... but Uncle Harv is out here saying "He's a good boy deep down!"
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twalxx · 1 year
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more requests from ig
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lightamp · 5 months
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rosenberg is feeding me harvey & jason again
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morgangalaxy43 · 10 days
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DC disrespects and underutilizes Batman's villains constantly and they need to stop relying on the Joker so much (Joker is great but he's used way too much)
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Ok, so I was thinking, Gotham has at least 3 Sicilian mafia type outfits (Bertinelli, Falcone, Sionis), and given that everything in Gotham is at 110% cliché, their has to be a lot of very suspicious Osterie about, run by old ladies who make amazing pasta and drinks.
So what I'm getting at is that following Jason Todd's takeover of the Gotham underworld, he now owns several decidedly dodgy businesses
So on top of everything else he has going on, he's now spending several hours a day at the bar/restaurant/tobacconists that he now co-owns with Carmine Falcon's Nonna, getting all but force fed various antipasto & aperitivo, and lives in mortal fear of pissing her off by using the wrong olive-oil or buying a bulk order of inferior nduja.
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moonlit-imagines · 3 months
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You’ve Got the Wrong Guy!
Roman Sionis/Victor Zsasz x adoptive!reader
warnings: blood/gore. u know. BOP movie icky stuff
a/n: silly little gif
prompt: @jokekinsjoke505: “Hey I need a new adoptive father's Roman and victor because I think this will be a good idea where either they kidnapped the wrong kid and it ended up with Roman and victor adopted the reader or that one day that the reader walks in while victor is peeling off a face and Roman are eating popcorn watching it happened but they just says ' I'm to tired for this shit' before walking out again and then acted like it never happened.”
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“Who does this child belong to?” Asked Roman to his mercenary and dear friend, Victor. In front of him was Victor holding you, a small child, calm in demeanor despite being taken from the comfort of your own home and family.
“Maroni.” Victor replied without a single doubt. “That’s who you told me to grab and I grabbed the kid. Just like you asked. One cool kid if you ask me.” Victor continued, noticing Roman getting visibly upset. “I don’t get it, what’s the problem?”
“That!” Roman shouted, startling you enough to start struggling from Victor’s grasp. He gently set you down as Roman tore him a new one. “That’s the problem, you don’t even see your failure!” You stood behind the bleach-blonde man, trying to understand what was happening, you were just waiting for the ice cream you were promised, you were so hungry. “That’s not Maroni’s kid. I don’t even know who that is? Did you take some random child off the street?”
“I, uh, I don’t know. I could’ve sworn this is the kid.” Zsasz answered.
“I’m hungry.” You quietly mumbled, just loud enough for them to hear you.
“Yeah, I’ll get you something in just a second.” Zsasz assured you, patting your head gently as Roman kneeled down to your height. You flinched and backed up a step, remembering his blind anger from just moments before. “It’s alright, he’s a good guy.”
“Who are you, dear?” Roman asked you in such a kind manner that you completely forgot how scary he was.
“Y/N.” You simply stated.
“Where are your parents, y/n?” Roman questioned further.
“I don’t know…” You sighed. “I didn’t see them for a few days.” Roman looked up to Victor with worry in his eyes, and was surprised to see a smile on his face.
“Can we keep them?” Victor giggled a bit, even more when you grabbed his leg. “Please?”
“Y/N, would you want to stay with us instead of your parents?” Roman had asked you a very heavy question for a young child, but you had no idea what he would really be asking of you. Of course, you didn’t come from a happy life and this already seemed better. You just wanted a sense of belonging.
“Can I get ice cream?” You innocently requested of them.
“Of course, dear! What kind?”
“Uhhh…chocolate!”
“Victor, go get y/n some chocolate ice cream!” He commanded and Victor ran to fulfill your wish. “So, you’ll stay here?” He asked you once more.
“Yeah!” You exclaimed and hugged him around the neck. He felt his heart melt at your embrace and hugged you back, lifting you up to take you with him to the kitchen. “So, who are you?” You asked him.
“I’m Roman. And my partner over there is Victor.” He smiled to himself. In a matter of moments, he’d created a family. One he’d kill for.
Once you were given your bowl of ice cream, you were sold on this new life. Truth be told, you didn’t have the greatest parents. They were absent and neglectful, which was the exact reason Victor found you all alone. It was still unknown why he mistook you for the child of a notorious mobster. Roman had his suspicions that Victor had planned this, but he laid them aside knowing this was good for them. For you all.
The two of them scrambled to make you a room, promising to buy you anything you would ever want when tomorrow rolled around. You were thrilled to be taken in by these two strange men, forgiving both of them in your young, impressionable mind. Roman, for his anger, and Victor, for kidnapping and misleading you.
“Victor.” Roman lowly said after you were tucked in. “I do apologize for raising my voice at you.”
“It’s okay, I understand.” Victor looked down at the table, then felt a hand wrap around his.
“No, I shouldn’t have done it. Especially when you’ve improved our lives so much.” Roman sat beside him. “I don’t even care about that Maroni kid anymore. This is what I care about now. You and y/n.”
“You mean that?” Victor smiled and relaxed his tense body, worried that his mistake would be unforgivable. But Roman always forgave Victor, that was what made them so special. Now they had a new challenge to tackle together: fatherhood.
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Years after you’d been adopted by the pair of criminals with high status in the underworld, you’d grown quite accustomed to their behavior. It wasn’t unusual to find Roman frantic or angry, or a bit violent at times. But never toward you, he wouldn’t dare lay a hand on you or raise his voice to you. You could do no wrong.
You could also find Victor coming home from a late night, covered in blood—be it his own from a mark or someone else’s from a job—and being very nonchalant about it. It was always, “y/n! I’m glad you’re up! Would you like some ice cream?” They never left the freezer understocked, even if ice cream wasn’t your favorite anymore.
But there was one “normal” you’d never really get used to, even if you were used to their brutality. Roman was a well-respected crime boss, and to keep that respect intact, he had to do some rather gruesome things.
Well, he didn’t have to. It was a personal choice for him, you could almost consider it a hobby at this point.
You’d been looking for your fathers for going on an hour now, needing some permission slip signed for school. You wandered all their possible routes hoping to catch them across one, asking around to any lackey you managed to catch. No one had an answer for you, so you continued on until you stumbled onto a horrible scene.
One father held a segment of his victim’s hanging skin from their face as they shrieked at the top of their lungs. The sound pierced your eardrums and you winced momentarily. Then you saw the other leaned back in his seat with a bag of popcorn in hand, yelling words of encouragement to Roman, as if he needed them.
“You guys are really something.” Your voice startled them both, so much that you nearly had a gun pulled on you.
“Y/N! You scared us, I’m sorry!” Victor jumped up and ran to give you a comforting hug. “I wouldn’t have shot you, I promise.” You patted him on the back.
“I believe you, Dad.” You mumbled into his shoulder. “Can you just sign this thing real quick? Make sure there isn’t any blood on your hands.” Victor pulled away and wiped his hands on his shirt.
“Of course, of course. Roman, are you almost done with that? We should take our dear y/n out for a nice dinner soon, they deserve it.” Victor explained as he grabbed the pen and paper from your hands.
“Sure, that sounds nice. I should be done in a few minutes. Don’t rush me.” Roman continued dragging the knife under his chained victim’s skin and you shook your head at the sight. By now, this didn’t even faze you, it was just another day in your life. Well, maybe the first few times you had nightmares, but you weren’t a little kid anymore. Now, you could care less what your fathers did for work. So long as they gave you the world and their love, life was good.
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Hands off!
The children who wouldn't share their toys are now adults who won't share their henchmen. Specifically the favourite henchman.
Scarecrow: "Don't even think about it. Give them back." Jonathan said coldly, almost glaring at the Riddler. "You're not even using them!" The Riddler rebutted. "The last time I gave you one of mine, you threw a pipe at their head." Jonathan countered, and the Riddler suddenly loudly interrupted. "It was a crowbar, and I threw it at my idiot who just so happened to be next to your idiot and then I beat my idiot to death with said crowbar in front of your idiot! If you're going to act all high and mighty at least get the story right! Besides I won't do that to this one. They've only got their looks..." The Riddler looked you over. "...barely.Its all they can depend on in this world since they don't have a brain." Jonathan turned. "Did your father beat you so much because you couldn't take no for an answer?" He asked dryly. Eyebrows from all directions at this, everyone preparing to run from what could just be hell on earth. "I don't know, Jonathan, did your grandmother abuse you because you're a sociopath?" You held your breath, looking at the nearest exit.
Black Mask: "Pay me, and I'll think about it. Until then, hands off." Roman deadpanned. "As if we'll pay you to sit and consider shit!" Two-Face snapped. "You owe us after our men gave you the numbers for your last little job you did." Harv' added. "I'd hate to think you were being ungrateful." Roman sucked his teeth with a low chuckle, slowly moving towards Two-Face. "Have you forgotten who I am? I ain't gotta be grateful for shit. You're either with me or against me, Harvey. How about you be grateful that I pull the weight in this city and I give you extra wiggle room huh?" Two-Face took out his coin and flipped it before looking for where it landed. "Very well." Harvey replied. "Are they all priced?"It wasn't clear what he was referring to until Roman replied, pointing at you. "That one is. Those ones are not." He gestured to a group of lower ranks thugs. "They'll do." Harvey replied. "Then go right ahead. Consider us even." Roman replied.
Penguin: Roman Sionis came sauntering in, inspecting everyone before his eyes landed on you. He snapped his fingers at you. "You. You'll do." "Not that one." Oswald cut in and Roman slowly turned. "What?" "Pick another one, that one is needed here in the lounge." Oswald replied flatly. "And why is that exactly?" Roman said icily. "Because that one is very good at luring in men like yourself to the lounge. So...pick another." Oswald replied. Roman chuckled after a moment. "I'll give you that, Oswald. They'd be very good at that." Roman's eyes roamed up and down your body behind his black skull mask. When Oswald wasn't looking, Roman beckoned you to him. "Give 'em back, Sionis." "You're a pain in my ass!" Roman ground out in response.
Mad Hatter: "yes, yes, you can borrow one of my rabbits, dear Edward!" Jervis said cheerfully, inspecting one of his mind control hats. As he turned, he noticed the Riddler gesturing to you and Jervis dropped the hat on his seat as he screeched. "NOT THAT ONE!" There was a moment of silence. An uncomfortable stunned silence. Jervis broke it. "I like that one, pick another one." The Riddler couldn't even think of what to say. Jervis picked up his cup of tea, his throat feeling a little scratchy from the sudden scream.
The Riddler: Jonathan had taken you forty five minutes ago claiming the Riddler knew and Jonathan would give you extra money. Now, Jonathan's phone had begun to ring. "Hello?" "GIVE THEM BACK." The Riddler yelled so loud you could hear him on the other side of Jonathan's phone. Impressively or intimidatingly, Jonathan didn't so much as flinch nor did he reply. Edward didn't wait for a response either. "They're mine! Give them back! You didn't even ask!" Horror flooded you and Jonathan smirked. Of course he'd lie to you, even if you would get in the bad books with The Riddler. "My apologies, Edward. We're a little too far away and ... I don't care. I'm busy. Goodbye." "CRANE, I SWEAR-" The Riddler was cut off as Jonathan hung up the phone, looking incredibly smug.
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a-sandquist-art · 22 days
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My hatter too! I think he's in his core a scrungly little man
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finniestoncrane · 12 days
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Regarding Black Mask having sadistic kinks…he would totally give his partner instructions that are impossible to follow (telling them not to make any noise and then doing something guaranteed to make them moan/scream) just so he can punish them when they can’t do it
Keep Quiet
Arkham!Black Mask x GN!Reader, word count: 1.4k ok be nice to me be kind to me this is my first black mask thing, and i gotta be honest, it's nice to write someone being a complete bastard who just is a complete bastard. reader has been paid by roman in an undisclosed agreement to be his little puppy, but he might be a bit rougher than they imagined... 💀 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: mentions of a monetary arrangement, sub/dom dynamics, rough oral sex, spanking, slapping, humiliation, degradation, sadomasichism, crying, pet play
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"Keep. Quiet."
Those were the key words, the rules you were given. They'd been printed on the bottom of the invite card. They were uttered to you by the henchman who was posted at the door to the office. And Roman Sionis himself had uttered them slowly, cruelly, as he watched you undress and guided you to the slick, black platform in the middle of the room.
"Keep quiet. Don't make a sound. I'd hate to have to punish ya."
He turned on his heel, bright red flashing on the bottom of the polished, black leather dress shoes. With a dry chuckle, he turned again, leaning down once more so his face was level with yours where you lay face down on the platform in the middle of the room, though his was hidden behind the matte black skull mask he wore.
"I lied. Punishin' ya would be... well it'd be pretty fuckin' good. But I'm feelin' generous tonight, y'know?"
You nodded, perhaps a little too enthusiastically, as you realised that perhaps the reward here didn't quite make up for the risk. You got money, you got pleasure. But you potentially lost everything at the hands of Black Mask. Violent, notorious, and unpredictable.
Or maybe, you considered, it was worth the risk, given how quickly you felt the pit of your stomach warm, how your heartbeat skipped slightly, how your arousal tingled through you at the thought of those last three attributes. Handsome, yes. Rich, of course. Powerful, naturally. But those were nowhere near as arousing as the volatile behaviour you'd heard tell of being exhibited by Roman in the past. You wanted to experience that for yourself, truth be told. Apathetic, yes. But curious more than anything.
You wondered why you had to be quiet. Some of the others, the ones who had been hired by Roman before, had told you that he had the room bugged. That suggested that perhaps a loud scream might not be picked up well on the mics and would ruin his recording. But then why would he bug the room if he didn’t want any sound? Unless he just wanted to hear himself… But this was Roman Sionis. If he wanted to record any kind of sound, he wouldn’t do it covertly, and certainly not with anything less than the best equipment.
So was it perhaps something to do with the fact that you were in his office, within his building? His employees were right there, just beyond the walls. Maybe he would be embarrassed if they heard what was going on? But of course, he wouldn’t be. Either the walls were soundproofed to allow him to be as heinous as he wanted, or, more likely, they were paper thin so everyone could hear exactly what was going on. After all, who of his employees was going to risk saying anything to him.
And then, you settled on the realisation that it was control. He had control over you completely. From how much you wore, to where you lay, to how much sound you could make in his presence, regardless of what kind of damage he intending to inflict on you. No one spoke back to him, least of all the playthings he was paying. You were there to lay still and be keep quiet. So you close your eyes, letting your body, laying face down, sink into the surface of the podium you had been so sarcastically placed upon, and considered what might be about to happen to you.
Just as your mind began to wander further, causing your heart rate to increase, you felt the sharp, smooth crack of his palm against your rear. The flesh on one of your cheeks heated immediately in response to the smack. You didn’t have time to process the sudden invasion of your personal space before Roman was smacking the other side. His hand switched between your two cheeks, covering your ass in deep, rounded welts as his leather glove came into contact with your red, trembling skin. Over and over, the pain getting stronger either through the repetitive nature or the increase in force, in violence, behind his smacks. Until he suddenly stopped, his heavy breaths getting louder as he walked around you, his finger stroking along your curves as he made his way around to your head.
“Roll over.”
You did as he instructed, and were met with cruelty even then.
“Good dog. Do you know any more tricks then?”
You couldn’t tell whether you should answer or not, so you stayed silent, staring into what you could make out of his eyes beneath the dark mask. With a surprisingly gentle hand, he let his fingers spread through your hair, stroking it, soothing you almost, before he gripped it close to your scalp and tugged sharply. As he pulled your body towards him, you scrambled on your palms, trying to pull your body up the platform, closer to him, where he wanted you to be, until you were laying with your head completely off the edge. Upside down. Waiting for his next move. You opened your mouth to speak, to protest the uncomfortable position, but you were stunned back into silence as his palm cracked your face.
“Don’t even think about talkin’, sweetheart. Keep. Quiet. Keep fuckin’ quiet.”
You nodded, the sting of tears forming in the corners of your eyes. You worried that he might offer further punishment for this display of emotion, but instead he crouched down once again to your level and tutted.
“You dumb animal. Not quite as clever as I thought you were, huh pooch?”
He watched as you swallowed your nerves, throat tensing with the motion.
“Nervous, eh? Good. You should be.”
He placed a finger between your sternum, following it to between your collarbones, then trailing it up your throat to your chin as you watched him, his eyes keeping focus on where he was touching you.
“You know, if there’s one thing I truly hate…”
Roman paused, licking the lips of his mask, eyes narrowing as he took in your pitiful form before him.
“… it’s a puppy who isn’t housebroken.”
His fingers were suddenly tensing, putting pressure on your throat. Constricting your breathing ever so slightly. Enough to cause you to panic before you tried to calm yourself down, preserving the remaining breath in your lungs.
“You gonna whine, little puppy? You gonna howl an’ cry?”
Working against the strength of his grip, you managed to shake your head, a gesture which was met with a deep, dark chuckle from Roman.
“Good. I don’t have time to go take you to be put down.”
Your tears welled up as his grip got tighter, but you fought against the instinct to raise your hands and pull him away from you. If you could just see it through, keep calm, stay still, it’d be over soon. And it was. He let go, leaning forward to admire the dark imprints his fingers had left on your skin.
“See, that wasn’t so bad, was it?”
A rhetorical question. He knew by the streaks of tears that were stinging your eyes as gravity carried them back towards them that it had been an ordeal.
“I told ya. I paid for ya, I ain’t gonna break ya. Not this soon, anyway. Not before I’ve had my fun.”
Your pupils widened as he brought his hands to the zipper at the front of his white, pinstripe pants. He reached his fingers inside the fabric and pulled out his cock, fingers wrapped around the base as he approached you. Inhaling only through your nose, you tried to keep your mouth closed, silently signalling to him your thoughts on what he was proposing. But he wasn’t proposing it, and he had no intentions of asking for your opinion.
He forced his cock into your mouth, pushing it between your lightly pursed lips, his head hitting the back of your throat as he pushed his entire length into you. There was no hesitation, no hint of him letting up despite the fact that you were now quietly choking on him. When you gagged and let out a whine, an involuntary noise, he whipped his cock out of your throat, drool spilling onto your face.
“If I have to tell you again, you are gonna be one sorry pup.”
Pressing a finger to your lips, you watched in silence as his cock twitched, clearly aroused by the control he held over you.
“Keep. Quiet.”
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thegreatwicked · 2 months
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Enjoy some of my favorite stories I've come across on Tumblr! Seriously, I LOVE these stories and I reread them A LOT!
Please note: Virtually ALL OF THESE STORIES ARE SMUT. That means 18+ content, and you are responsible for managing your internet consumption. Minors DNI.
FicRecs
DC Comics
Dance for Daddy by @matth1w LAWD. I love me some Roman Sionis fics and this one DELIVERS. Sexy, kinky, smutty I give it a solid Chefs Kiss.
Joy Ride and Let Me Make You Feel Good, The Intern by @littleredwing89 More delicious Roman Sionis one shots Joy ride is about teasing Roman as he drives and Let Me Make You Feel Good is about a sweet smutty cure for a hangover. And the Intern, a fuck buddies to lovers story, god yum. Reader inserts. Drool. Go forth read and enjoy.
Bait the Beast by @more-cardigan-than-womanLord help me, I found a new little gem. You cause a bit of a ruckus with Coblepot and Roman thinks you need a lesson.
Yours by @tarrenterror25set in the AO! Verse Roman is having some trouble during the holidays overcoming everything the Joker did to him, good thing he has you. Because he does. You're his now. Melt. Sorry about the mess.
Star Wars
Water and Rock by @split-spectrum I honestly cannot say enough good things about this story It follows Obi-wan/Fem Reader in the classic Master/Padawan troupe and it. is. SPICY. Up to twelve chapters which I have read MULTIPLE TIMES and it hits so hard. Go read this story it is sexy as HELL and gives you the feels. She's so damn good at writing Obi-Wan it hurts, but like in a kinky good way.
The Gift by @ladyinwriting18 I have already spoke at length about the fabulousness that is Lady in Writing and her amazing content. This one is a favorite! Its a Maul/Reader Insert and it is smutty sxy and kinky. Seriously if Maul is your fictional crush (Hi me too!), go read this.
The Three Princes Part One: The Oldest Profession by @thenightmarketofdathomir This writer is freaking legendary. I do not know the collection of words in my own language to describe the eloquence and sophistication this writer possesses. Just go. Go read this and you let me know if you're ever the same again. This gem stars our boy Feral and is a you/reader insert. Oh damn, this story makes me want things...
Birthday Wish, Romancing the Pages, The Write Seduction, To Create Life, by @jedianjakenobi Y'all, this author holds a special place in my writer's heart. She's a published author on Amazon and she's truly amazing. Her works are all Obi-Wan-centered and reader inserts. Birthday Wish is a birthday crush from your sexy neighbor, Romancing the Pages is a fake relationship/summer romance with a reclusive shy librarian (Ben) and a best-selling author, The Write Seduction is a professor Kenobi/writing student story and it is SPICY. And my favorite To Create Life is a Jedi Council green lights a baby-making program and who else is the reader paired with? Their good friend Padawan Kenobi. My darlings, my friends, if you like Obi-Wan smut then you are doing yourselves a disservice by NOT reading these.
Empty Me Out by @221bshrlocked reader insert/DOM Obi-Wan I'm tellin y'all this story NEARLY killed me. I've lost track of how many times I've readit. You're an entertainer and Master Kenobi needs information from you, so you give him what he wants and then he gives you what you want. Where it Wasn't massage therapy reader insert/Obi-Wan, do I need to say more? Pretty sure I melted into the floor with this one.
His Loving Satine by @waterlily707 I love reader insterT and OCs but these two Obi-Wan and Satine are a joy to read. Temporary paralyzed Obi-Wan at the "mercy" of a slightly dom Satine. Juicy, gorgeous, little bit of fluff. Love it.
Room 24 by @murdockussy Little angsty Obi-Wan/reader insert enemies to lovers in an undercover assignment-type situation. Spicy, dom Obi-Wan give. Me. More.
Tea with Lemon, Tea with Honey by @wickedscribbles an established relationship as a reader insert and Obi-Wan. If you want honey then you get to take care of a sick Obi-Wan and kind out you have a new kink, if you want Lemon then Obi-Wan takes advantage of said kink and whisks you away to another planet for some R&R under the guise of "work." Enjoy!
Actors/Characters
Ben Hardy
Hold Me Close, Don't Let Me Go by @stray-kaz God. This one shot is just sxy as hell, it's a Billy/Four fro, 6 Underground/Female Reader. Our boy comes home to one hell of an 'I missed you, I need you right now' welcome. GO read it. Right now.
Such an Experience by @rogermyreligionOk. Guys... FUCK, this is a hot little oneshot Roger Taylor of Queen/Female reader and OMG. Just go read it. I've officially stopped counting how many times I've read this. Smutty/Sexy. I'm dead.
Long Distance by @acciotwinzwinz. Y'ALL. Sit your asses down and read this Roger Taylor/Reader insert/You. It's fluffy, its sexy, its cute and the smut is -chefs kiss- Yes, I read this one a lot too.
For now, these are some of my favorites that I frequently reread because I love them. I'll probably be adding more, it's more than likely I've forgotten some...
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