Would My Muse Ever Blackmail Someone Into Sex?

👿 Would my muse ever blackmail someone into sex?

sex + romance headcanons!

Of all the things that Roman would use blackmail for, sex would be the least likely out of all of them? It wouldn’t be impossible, especially if he was highly infatuated with the target in question but his level head would win out over lust in that situation because even if they did concede to his wishes, the sex he’d get out of it would most likely be unsatisfactory and with enough partners who are willing to get into bed with him, blackmailing somebody for sex just seems like it would only end up being more trouble than it’s worth.

⁂ - grab my muse by the front of their shirt, possibly shoving them back ( from jason )

Oh, he’s pissed. The snarl of rage ripped from his jaws not only sounded like it came from a wild animal but looked the part as well, white teeth flashing in the feral mask of fury that consists of Roman’s face as he brutally grappled with his opponent. A button pops off his shirt as strong fingers grab and push him bodily backwards but Roman was having none of it, hooking his fingers into Red Hood’s collar and pulling him along for the ride. "Look at you! Tarted up like some gladiator biker!” Roman spat. The taste of copper upon his tongue is metallic and cloying, only serving to bolster his madness as frenzied fists and fouler words are exchanged. “Covered in body armor!” Red Hood was good despite the few inches of difference in height between them, the younger male evidently being a solid mass of muscle even beneath his protective clothing. Roman was hardly deterred, making sure to grab, grapple and punch anywhere and everywhere beneath the hard, metallic plating of that mocking helmet. “You see what I’m wearing, boy!? Do you feel what you’re hitting when you nail me?! Skin!“ Roman jeered as another button flies off, revealing nothing but flesh and blood beneath his ruined business shirt. His favourite shirt no less. He was gonna have to teach the boy a lesson for that one...

“And Daddy’s not afraid of losing some!”

☠ - slam my muse into a wall (daredevil, feel free to ignore)

The scuffle had been as violent as it had been abrupt, fists flying in the darkness as bullets and yells ricocheted off the walls. Roman cursed angrily as he strained his eyes to see where his gun had dropped amongst all the chaos, one of his idiot men having shot out the overhead lights when somebody quite literally dropped in on the group unannounced. "Down to three... what's wrong with you idiots..." He spat at a nearby body, ignoring the unconscious figure as instead his fingers reached towards a metallic glimmer he hoped was his missing firearm. This wasn’t his first rodeo dealing with a nuisance getting involved in his business. Roman had been through similar experiences before, it was only natural being a criminal in Gotham but few opponents he’d faced had been nearly as relentless or hard-hitting as whoever this fucker was. The ache in his hand was proof of that, a solid whack from the newcomer somehow forcing him to drop his weapon but Black Mask was nothing short of ferocious when it came to an all-out brawl. A third henchman dropped, and seizing the opportunity, Roman jumped up and rushed the figure. He fully intended on delivering a solid beatdown as payment for his hand, for the whole goddamn fucking mess he’d caused but underestimated just how well the newcomer could see in the gloom, able to tell he was coming even with his back turned. The world span as criminal and stranger struggled, ending with Roman’s back slamming solidly against the wall. He breathed heavily, both from the exertion of the struggle and having the wind knocked out of his lungs as he finally stared at the face of whoever this vigilante was.

“Just who the hell are you getting involved in my business? You ain’t no Bat...” Roman growled lowly, teeth bared in a blatant refusal to submit.

“Everybody’s moping and acting like they’re carrying the damn world on their shoulders like some dollar store version of Atlas...”

😉 What are my muse’s fetishes/kinks?

💗 Has my muse ever been in love?

🍬 Is my muse a sub, dom, or switch?

👮 Has my muse ever had sex in public?

💑 What are my muse’s requirements for a potential partner?

💘 What are the ways my muse says ‘I love you’ without actually saying it?

sex + romance headcanons!

[ Aright, gonna throw these under the cut because there’s a few to answer... 😂 ]

😉 What are my muse’s fetishes/kinks?

At this rate, it would be quicker listing what he’s NOT into. Anything unhygienic is a no go as well as kinks he considers to be ‘creepy’ such as age play. Roman might like being called daddy but his tastes lie firmly in partners around his age or even a little older. His preference for mature lovers stem from his experiences in that inexperienced bedmates tend to be a pain in the ass to handle - somebody who knows what they’re doing and has an idea of what they like will always be picked over a blushing violet since he doesn’t have the time or patience to deal with naivety unless he’s really into them. It’s also because some of his fetishes/kinks tend to involve rougher stuff such as breath play, BDSM, edgeplay and orgasm control/denial. He’s a sadist (with a few masochistic tendancies) so not everybody is equipped to handle what he can dish out and craves in return, though he’ll usually try anything at least once so long as it doesn’t skeeve him out too much. Honestly, Roman just wants to get off and if he’s got to get a little creative, he’ll do just that.

💗 Has my muse ever been in love?

MANY TIMES. Roman’s fallen in love not just with people but things as well. His very first love was his father’s suits, how classy and stylish he found them to be to the point where he wanted to wear nothing else for the rest of his life. His love of quality men’s clothes persists to this very day with him having deep pride in his collection of luxury clothing. When it comes to people, he’s had many relationships over the years and grew infatuated with a variety of lovers but his most significant partners were his first and second girlfriend/s. Circe was a top model working for his father’s cosmetics company back when he was still a teenager. She was the first person who accepted him as he was and gave his virginity to her, but she ‘abandoned’ him a few years after the death of his parents when Janus Cosmetics ran into serious financial problems. Roman might not have been nearly so hurt if he hadn’t found she’d already hooked up with another wealthy lover, having moved on to somebody else who could provide the lifestyle she craved. Tiffany, his second girlfriend, was much more genuine in her affection for Roman despite being a drug trafficker. Her untimely demise at the hands of the Joker cut their relationship short however, making it difficult for Roman to open up and become romantically attached to anybody again. He’s grown infatuated with various individuals, usually after a good one night stand but his issues regarding trust and commitment currently prevent him from taking those relationships to the next level.

🍬 Is my muse a sub, dom, or switch?

He is hardcore dominant. Due to past trauma, Roman has trouble dealing with trust and it takes a LOT of effort on his end to willingly cede control over to his partner. Sexually he’s more lenient; he doesn’t care nearly as much whether he’s giving or receiving so long as he’s having a good time but he’ll always strive to be dominant over other men compared to women. It gives him a kick having so much control over somebody who perceives (or is perceived) to be powerful, putting them in their place by showing them he can strip all that power away however he wants, whenever he wants. In a healthy relationship that’s taken time to develop, he’s totally a switch but any relationship can be expected to start with him firmly in control barring significant differences between them (i.e: his lover is metahuman and/or has superpowers since he’s just an ordinary human at the end of the day.)

👮 Has my muse ever had sex in public?

Has Roman had sex in public? Does his office count? Looking like he does, Roman tends to stand out in a crowd unless it’s from before his mask fused to his face or he’s found a way of concealing his masked features. He wouldn’t mind the thrill of having sex in public, not even caring if he’s got a spectator or two but he’d really rather not deal with members of public calling the GCPD on him and sticking him with charges of public indecency on top of his already lengthy list of crimes. He’ll settle for sex in his office, maybe even hiding a partner under his desk and pretending nothing of the sort is happening while he’s getting some fun from beneath. Paperwork gets boring sometimes.

💑 - What are my muse’s requirements for a potential partner?

As long as you’ve got a pretty face but aren’t two-faced, Roman’s willing to roll. He couldn’t care less what race his partner is nor would he care if they have superpowers or not just so long as he’s able to trust them. He can’t settle down with somebody he cannot completely relax around and in his line of work, trust is a very fragile thing to place in another’s hands. He knows he’s a difficult man with a lot of problems so somebody who is understanding of that and is willing to give him his space, yet respect he has feelings and is only human at the end of the day is ideal. Roman’s got a bad temper but he’s got enough self-control not to lash out at his loved ones, something which both Circe and Tiffany understood and therefore didn’t try to ‘change him’ for the better.

💘 - What are the ways my muse says ‘I love you’ without actually saying it?

Roman can be a demanding man but he can be very giving too. He’ll rarely ever openly admit he loves somebody since words are cheap (plus crime lords have plenty of enemies) but he’ll make an effort to show just how important somebody is to him, typically through spoiling them with expensive gifts and praise. He’ll list off all the things he loves about a person, ranging from how good they look to how talented they are, buying them pretty (or desired) gifts to please them. He has good memory for things people (who are important to him) like, including subtle things they might have only mentioned in conversation once or twice. While he has difficulty showing affection due to how uncaring his parents were, it doesn’t mean he doesn’t care. With somebody that he loves deeply, Roman will actively walk into danger and even take a bullet if he has to. He’ll swear vengeance on anybody whose hurt somebody he’s close to, making it a priority to hurt them right back even if he’s got to spend thousands doing it. This is a man who told the Joker to his face he was going to kill him for what he did to his girlfriend, holding onto a bad grudge until the end of his life.

Stepping out of the vehicle he’d arranged as transport, Roman cut an unusually colourful figure in hues of teal and saturated red instead of his usual white and black. The Cathedral of Crime Alley, once having laid abandoned for years was positively bustling with activity as people came from far and wide to celebrate Edward and Rokshana’s wedding, with yet more guests arriving by the minute. Casting an eye around the place, it wasn’t long before he spotted the man everybody had come to see. Edward was already here, greeting all who came to him but he looked... bewildered, eyes darting around as nervously as his hands. Roman supposed he couldn’t really blame the man - anybody would be feeling the same where they in his position right now so he made his way over, ensuring his approach was in sight at all times. “Congratulations on your special day, Edward. I like the suit.” Roman said with a nod of approval, clapping one of Edward’s green-clad shoulders in what he hoped was a reassuring manner before lowering his voice to a playful whisper. “Just so you know, there’s still time to call everything off if you’ve changed your mind.” He added with a chuckle.

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There was still time before the ceremony started, but Edward was already there, pacing by the entrance, clearly nervous. He was fidgeting with his hands, making an anxious noise that seemed completely involuntary.

He had read that it would be nice to actually receive the guests while he didn't have to go to the altar, but the best he could do was a give a wide-eyed, desperate look into the direction of people, and sometimes a belated nod.