#look at this bastard she likes to wake me up exactly one hour before my alarm by holding anything on my desk hostage till i feed her

[lethesbeastie]

Realized this morning I haven't drawn my cat and had to remedy that Immediately, anyways this is my baby Emma :D she's a bastard and a criminal and I'd bury God in a shallow grave if anything happened to her <3<3<3

[lovemewednesdays]

jamie tartt needs a hug (a missing scene).

Jamie was exhausted as he opened the door of the clubhouse. Training was brutal today, and he was being totally honest, Little Jamie still hadn't fully recovered from the fucking red string incident.

"Roy fuckin' Kent, man," he muttered to himself. "Fucking sadistic bastard."

He was looking forward to getting to his flat, opening a nice bottle of red, soaking in the bath, and maybe ringing his mum before going to bed. He used to go out after trainings. Not anymore. The four a.m. wake-up calls were hell without a good eight hours. Fucking sadistic bastard.

He looked up from his phone when he heard a throat clear.

It was Sam's dad. He was exactly like Jamie always pictured him, warm and inviting. Always ready for a laugh or to give some hard truths when you need it most. Now he knew where Sam got it from.

"Mr. Obisanya," Jamie said, doing his best to make a good impression. He didn't have the best track record with father figures.

Mr. Obisanya smiled and waved the phone in his hand a bit. "I just got off the phone with my wife. She wanted to make sure I arrived in one piece."

"That's nice. Me mum always worries about me traveling, too. It's...nice." Jamie bit his lip. He felt like a knob.

The older man just smiled again – it was funny, seeing Sam's smile on someone else – and held out his hand. Jamie took it. "You must be Jamie."

"I am, yeah."

"Samuel has told me a lot about you."

He tried his best to hide his wince. "I'm sorry."

"What for? My son says you are a very talented player. And a valued teammate and friend." Mr. Obisanya arched his eyebrows. "People are allowed to grow, you know. And it seems like you have."

A feeling like pride grew in Jamie's chest, and he immediately tried to tamp it down.

"Am I wrong?"

"No – no, sir. If you don't mind me sayin'. I don't think you're wrong."

Mr. Obisanya's smile doubled. "Good. I don't like being wrong. The only time I'm wrong is when my wife is right." A booming laugh followed, and Jamie couldn't help joining in.

"Well, I won't take up any more of your time. I watched all of you young men on the pitch today," he shook his head. "I do not envy you. It was nice to finally meet you."

"You as well, Mr. Obisanya. And please let Sam know that I'm here if he needs anything."

Mr. Obisanya tilted his head a bit. "You are a good man, Jamie Tartt. I am glad my son has someone like you in his life."

Completely unsure of how to respond to that, Jamie just nodded, his Adam's apple bobbing, and turned away.

As he walked to his car, he couldn't shake the feeling that he had forgotten something. That something was missing.

He chalked it up to exhaustion and drove home.

The feeling stayed all through the match with Arsenal – thank God he was able to say something; he was going to fucking lose it otherwise – and even as he in the rest of the team made their way to Ola's.

It was only when Mr. Obisanya – Ola, he told everyone to call him Ola – saw Jamie sweeping up glass and took him into a big bear hug that reminded Jamie of warmth and comfort and family and love, and then asked after his mum, that the feeling went away.

[anotherrosesthatfell]

Something from my wattpad draft lol

"Catch him! Catch that bastard!" Yelled the guard as he ordered others to catch Hope.

Hope in the other hand keep on running.

Hope in the past was a girl who disguises herself as a boy to avoid from getting executed just because she is the last witch.

Meanwhile with Nightmare, he just finished his paperwork. After 3 days of work tirelessly because Nim never once touch any of the works.

He is walking back to his chamber, wanting to get a shower and a really good rest.

Just as he arrived at his chamber's door, Hope bumped into him and caused a very expensive vase broke into pieces.

Hope looks distraught over the broken vase that she didn't realize it was Nightmare she bumped into.

"You-"

"There's him, catch him!" the guards finally caught Hope.

Nightmare couldn't understand slightly a bit what the hell is happening. He sighed and glares at all of them.

"Let go of the kid." he is too tired to deal with all of this.

The guards realized Nightmare is in the presence so all of them quickly bowed and make Hope bowed until her head hits the floor.

"We apologize for our rudeness, your highness... We were merely just trying to this this boy a lesson." The guard forced out a tone.

Clearly none of them like Nightmare.

"Did I ask that?" Nightmare gave out a very threatening aura. "I said to let go of the kid."

The guards look at each other and they finally let go of Hope.

"Now left. If I ever see you people chasing a kid like him. Your head will be gone." warns Nightmare.

The guard hurriedly dismissed themselves as they don't want to interact with the tyrant prince.

"Ugh... People these days.." Nightmare sighed as he groaned to himself.

He touch his head and pressed his fingers against his forehead. He is clearly having a headache for not sleeping.

"Y-Your highness, are you alright?" Asked Hope.

"You..." Nightmare can't remember where he saw Hope before. "You seems familiar."

"Ah... Yes, you once saved me from getting burned by my own fire 2 years ago..." Explains Hope.

Nightmare blinks and looks at Hope in confusion. 2 years ago, he was rushed to save someone because Dream had him panicked.

He still has the burn mark on his left shoulder.

"You're that little girl... Aren't you?" Nightmare guessed.

"Yes I am your highness.. But for now, please refer me as a male because I-"

"Yeah whatever, I don't snitch." he slightly yawned . "Also, by looking at your armor. You are Dream's guard."

"Yes-"

"Good, now enter my room and guards the door." He said as he pulling Hope in his chamber.

Hope was startled and completely stunned. Nightmare immediately went on his bed and lay down. He doesn't want to do anything else.

"Also... If someone ask for my presence, just answer them by saying I am having pleasure with women." Ordered Nightmare.

Hope looks around his chamber and say, "but I don't see any women here...?"

"exactly." replied Nightmare as he closed his eyes.

Hope nodded silently while Nightmare slowly drive himself to his slumber. The little witch silently follows his orders for hours, as for the sun finally set, she fell asleep on her duty.

A tiresome day hmm?

Nightmare woke up from his slumber, realizing it's already pass midnight. Seems like no one wants him to show up in dinner and rather have him stuck in the room.

He caught a glimpse of meal on his table, seems like someone's brought it.

He never thought someone would bring him food because no one ever did, not even Frieda.

"Hmm.." Nightmare smiles unconsciously at the thought of someone's care about him.

He then look at his door where Hope is standing... Or laying cause she is currently sleeping now.

"Oh.. I guess she is still a kid after all." Nightmare sighed to himself.

He went over to Hope and gently wakes her up.

"Hey, kid. Wake up." he pokes Hope forehead.

"hmm..?" Hope slowly open her eyes.

Her eyes widened open after she realized she was sleeping at her duty.

"F-Forgive me your highness!" She apologized as she bow.

Truly why do people love to apology by bowing until their head reach the floor?

"Okay, stop- gets up." ordered Nightmare

Draft 2

"You want to learn how to dance...?" Nightmare look at Hope thinking she was joking.

"Y-Yes, in the upcoming masquerade.. I want to dance with crown prince Dream..." explain Hope.

Nightmare sighed and close his book.

"You know you're just his guard... The empress will see it as a crime." warns Nightmare.

"but it's a masquerade ball!" she whine. "Look, if you teach me how to dance. I- uh... Oh I'll make sure Dream doesn't skip his studies again!"

That caught Nightmare off from his guard.

"You kids are really testing my patience.." He sighed. "Fine, I'll teach you how to dance but you must keep your promise." He said. "The future ruler of this empire needed to be responsible and the first step is never to skip his study lessons..."

"Got it your highness!" Hope smiles as Nightmare said he will teach her.

For a few days, Nightmare taught Hope how to dance to each different type of song. If she gets lucky, she can dance with Dream in second song which is usually were played to be the slowest song so people can slow dance with their partner.

"Chara, you stepped on my shoes again-" he sighed.

"Eek—! Sorry.." she frowned. "I think I will making fool of myself and-"

"Stop thinking nonsense for sake." he sighed. "Look, focus on the song and your partner. That way you can perfected your dance." claimed Nightmare.

Hope nodded at Nightmare's explanation. She have to focus so she can freely be with Dream without anyone noticing her. She needs too, she miss her best friend...

The day of masquerade, Hope wears a red gown and black mask to cover the part of her bloody eyes. She still can see, the mask purposes is for people won't recognize her.

Nightmare is smart to come up with such outfit.

"Are you ready?" he asked before escorting her to the main entrance.

"Very." She laughed awkwardly. "I think I am going to pass out..."

"Don't pass out at my presence. You can do it after the ball ended." said Nightmare

"Yes your highness-"

Hope took Nightmare's hand as he started to escorting her in the entrance.

They did this so people can know Hope is Nightmare'a guest and no one should dare to ask any questions.

The masquerade ball has started after Nim's speech. The first dance was Dream and Frieda dancing with each other.

"..." Nightmare frown at the sight of them.

Hope too. She don't like how she feels right now but she wanted to feel better.

"Your highness, may I ask to have this first dance with you?" asked Hope

Nightmare choked on his wine.

"Are you joking?" he whispered at Hope in angry tone. "You said you wanted to have your first dance with Dream!"

"Yeah but I am lonely and you too." She point it out. "Come on, maybe it can fix your reputation a little bit."

"..."

Nim is not watching Nightmare. Her only focus was on Dream.

"Fine." he put down the glass of wine and stood up from his seat.

Nightmare slightly backed away. He then put a hand on his chest and bowed.

"My I ask you for this dance, lady Hope?" Nightmare let out a sarcastic voice.

"Sure- I mean yes you may." Hope almost forgotten the manners.

Thankfully she corrected herself or else she'll be embarrassed for the rest of her life.

Hope took Nightmare hand and they both went to the dance floor.

Nightmare bend down to reach Hope's head and whispers, "Don't step on my feet."

[deepdisireslonging]

Nightmares and Consequences

The Reader has been chased by a monster in her dreams. Now that she’s started to look forward to the visits, she can’t be bothered to deal with the most annoying person in her life. Until he visits her late one night, and those paths cross again.  

Pairing: Vampire!Roman Reigns x Reader

Warnings/Promises: horror, past mind-wiping, blood, dub-con, SMUT, oral (female receiving), hypnosis-like ending

Word Count: 2160

Note: This is part two of a fic I wrote last (Maybe? What is time these days?) Halloween for a challenge. A dialogue prompt showed up in my media, and this came to mind. As always, comments and reblogs are what make Tumblr go around, so don’t be shy. Every single one would make my day. Enjoy!

Part 1: Taste of Terror

The dreams had plagued you for months. Running through trees, or empty streets, or dim hotel hallways, it didn’t matter. The thing… it always caught you.

They came like clockwork. Running along like someone knew when your blood had been restored and you were finally less jumpy at quick or loud sounds.

One month.

That’s plenty of time to think the dreams of being chased, tackled, and bled dry, were gone for good unless you were watching their approach on a calendar. And deep down, you had started looking forward to them.

But there was one problem: you could never remember what the monster looked like. The fantasies that began to fill your nights leading up to the nightmares were unsatisfying in comparison. Much to your chagrin, the only person who seemed to notice your frustration was Roman.

“For the last time, I’m not joining your mob family.”

“I’ve never asked that of you.”

“Fine. But I’m not exactly eager to join your fan club either.” You attempted to brush past him, but once again, an easy sway from him blocked your path. “I’ve got enough issues on my own without you here to distract me.”

“I distract you?” Roman’s smirk took on a lewd angle.

You scrunched your nose at him. “Don’t flatter yourself. You’re just in the way. If I had my way, I’d never see or think about you again. And the only time I do either, is when your pulling shit like this.” Futilely, you shoved at his chest. Rage blossomed in your blood as he laughed above you.

Finally, he raised his hands in surrender. “How about this: we make a deal?”

“How much would that cost me?” you muttered towards the floor. When Roman tilted your head up with the crook of his finger, you shook him off.

“Nothing. I’ll drop by your hotel room tonight. We’ll have a chat. And, if by the end of it, you’re still not convinced to at least be friendly towards me, I drop this. Agreed?” Roman held out his hand.

“Agreed.”

***

“Bastard.”

The clock already said fifteen minutes to midnight. You didn’t care if he was the head of the world, nobody was going have a meeting this late. But you weren’t going to let it ruin your night.

A gentle buzzing came from your phone, reminding you what night it was. Eagerly, you pulled the covers up, ready to drift off to sleep. It came quickly, dropping you into darkness while you waited.

Heavy banging on the door about knocked you out of bed.

“For the love of- What?”

The knocking continued. You had an idea who it was. And he was very late.

You rushed to open the door before he could wake the whole floor. “Roman Reigns, do you have any idea what time it is? I outta-“

Roman’s hand wrapped around your throat, silencing you so he could shut and lock the door. You clawed at his wrist. But he continued into your room until he could toss you onto the bed. “So, about our deal-“

“Deal’s off,” you rasped, rubbing your throat. “You can’t just stand me up and then barge in here like you own the place.” With a grunt, you fell back as Roman pushed you back into the covers.

“Something came up. But I’m here, and you did invite me.”

“You invited yourself.”

“But you agreed.”

You rolled your eyes. Sometimes you considered all those hours with Heyman must have twisted his brain. “Whatever. My final answer is no. I’m not going to be friendly to you, and I’m not going to stand for this any longer. Get out of my room.”

The familiar chuckle that bubbled out of Roman’s throat chilled you to the bone. “I always like how feisty you are when you can’t remember.” He crawled over you, making your chest heave with fear. Sparks of recall danced at the back of your mind. In the darkness behind him, tree limbs and light posts flickered. He pulled you back with a gentle boop to your nose. “Sometimes I consider keeping you in the dark forever, but the next part is my favorite.”

Before you could protest, he kissed you deeply, the rumbling in his chest rattling yours.

It all came back, all those nights before. The nights of terror. The nights of pleasure.

When he broke away to let you breathe, you crawled away from him.

“You- you fed on me. Wiped my memories.”

“And it never took more than a snap.” He clicked his fingers together, shooting a tremor down your spine. His eyes were suddenly red. “But this time is different. This time you have to ask for it.”

“Ask- ask for it? Why would I-“

Slowly he pulled you to the edge of the bed by your ankles. “Haven’t you touched yourself at the memory of me? What little I let you have. How many times have you been able to cum on your fingers or your toys? Hmm?” He whisked his nail up the bottom of your foot, making you flinch. “Not a single orgasm for your trouble, right? Because it wasn’t the real thing.” His voice lowered. “I can give you the real thing. Whenever you please. All you have to do, is ask.”

It was promising. But being… fed on. That was just supposed to be a dream. That wasn’t something you’d actually be able to survive.

“What if I say no?”

Roman shrugged. “Then it’s over. All of it.” His head titled to one side, curious-like. “And when I mean all of it, I mean all. Of. It. I doubt you’d be able to successfully orgasm again. No matter what toys you buy or who you bring to your bed.” He leaned down, catching a lock of your hair between his fingers to twirl. “Honestly I wouldn’t know. The others who’ve said no I have completely lost contact with. Though that one desperate phone call did get through… oh well, a deal’s a deal.”

One large, warm hand eased over your inner thigh. You whimpered at the thrill it gave you.

“Focus, Y/N. Is your final answer no?”

You shook your head.

Roman stood up, ready to leave.

“Wait!”

He paused, not looking back. But you could see his knowing smile in the glass over the motel’s painting.

“One more. Just- just to settle it in my mind of what I want.” You took a deep breath. “I want one more night. Then I’ll have your answer.”

Despite your decision, you still crawled away from him when he loomed over you. He caught your sleep shorts, using them to pull you closer, and to pull them down.

“Won’t-“ you swallowed, “won’t the people on either side hear?”

His eyes flashed grey. “They never do.” In a blink, they were red again.

Then he was on you. Everywhere. Nearly smothering you with his weight. But his mouth was on yours; his tongue was filling your mouth. His hands pinned you to the bed by your forearms, giving you nowhere to go, except to arch into his chest. And his hips bore down on you, inspiring a heat to coil in your belly. You eventually started to rise to meet him. Encouraged, he rid you of your sleep shirt. His lips moved down to your jaw, skipping his usual latching point on your throat, down to your shoulder. Across your collarbone. Down your breasts.

This was different. The only thing pinning you down was the weight of him. You were allowed to move against him. Whispered commands didn’t tickle your ears. And the red power in his eyes didn’t alter your movements. If you were going to choose anything tonight, it would be your unhindered choice.

“M-more.”

“More?” He lazily laved around your peak. “You know what it will cost you.”

“Yes, please. Anything. Just- I need it.”

Roman nipped at the top of your breast, watching a single blood drop make its way down to your nipple before latching his mouth around it. The wound continued to bleed, dripping down your skin and into his mouth. When you were whining with the mere touch of his lips to your skin, he let his hunger take over. He sucked deeply at your chest. With a bite so close you your heart, it heightened the terrifying sensation of falling a flying towards unconsciousness.

But them he moved lower, barely grazing your stomach with his teeth. Roman situated between your thighs, holding them far apart with no chance of being able to shiver close. Without biting, he sucked at the inside of your thighs. You almost begging him to draw blood. Instead, the hickey he sucked brought up enough blood to the surface on its own. You moaned when the tiniest of bites opened up your blood stream to him. He did the same to your other thigh, blatantly ignoring how much you writhed on the bed. By the time he did place his mouth over your sex, you were mumbling pleas and cries for more.

“Oh, have we delved into incoherent babbling already?” He quickly ran a finger up through your slick, making you jolt. “You really are such a fragile thing, aren’t you?” Without warning, he curled two fingers into your heat. Arching nearly off the bed, Roman had to lay his large warm hand over your stomach to keep you in place. “So fragile.” He chuckled. “Are you hungry for my cock yet?”

“Please,” you panted, “please, Roman-“

“Not yet.”

He ignored your groan easily, diving in to drink up your essence more ravenously than he would your blood. Your eyes crossed. By your sides, your hands clawed at the sheets. Soon, you were ready to fall to pieces, and you laced your fingers into his hair attempting to guide him to that place. To your dismay, he leaned back to wipe his mouth.

“You’ll cum when I tell you to.” Slowly, he made a show of finally drawing down his front zipper. It was unnecessary, blissed out as you were, but your mouth watered anyways. A small voice tugged at the base of your skull promising “later”, then Roman was hovering over your face,  before kissing you as deeply as he filled you. The suddenness of it made you cry out, filling his mouth with your scream. Below, he quickened his pace until he was pounding into you. Above, his elongated teeth delicately traced your open lips, tasting the desperation in your heaving exhales.

He smirked against your cheek.

“This is the best version of you. Taking my cock so well. Waiting patiently for my bite at your neck. My perfect toy and feast. “

“I want-“

“Shhh-“

He placed his hand over your mouth, using it to turn your head to the side. The sharp pain that marked his next step of taking you apart shocked you to jump further into his taste and onto his cock. Every thrust sent you further into his mouth. Every time he came up for breath meant he could make lewd, wonderful comments in your ear that made your skin flush. The pleasure rose. Burning your skin, tingling at your fingertips as they went cold. You pulled and scratched at his arms trying to grip something that would ground you. His pace quickened, as did your heartbeat, ready to break through your ribcage.

“Cum.”

You seized. Moaning out his name weakly as he deepened his bite, tasting your release before giving you his with solid pumps.

The room was dim, barely illuminated by moonlight as Roman hushed and soothed you down. When he began to rub warmth back into your joints, and kissed away the bite marks, you sighed a questioning sound.

“I’ve never left a mark on you before, have I?” He finished smoothing his palms over your thigh hickies, making them ease into nothing more than slightly darker marks on your skin.

You thought back. “Last month.” You tapped the side of your neck. Having fallen asleep on your headphones, you thought you slept on one funny and dismissed it at the time. But there had been a bruise on your neck the following morning.

“Ah, yes. So I did. Well-“ he reached for your face and began to stroke it.

“Wait. You can’t erase my memories. Not this time.”

Not stopping, he shrugged. “We agreed on one more night.”

“But, my answer-“

“We can revisit in a month.”

Reeling, you fought to stay awake. But his fingers trailing up and down your nose, your cheeks, and your eyelids were hard to ignore. “How many times have we revisited this deal?”

“It’s time to sleep.”

“Roman. Wait, please-“ Your eyelids drooped. The bed seemed to envelope you. Even the pillow was a weight pulling at your consciousness. “I want- I want-“

“Just a dream.”

Only a second more before you slipped under.

“Time to wake up.”

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Masterlist

Wrestling/WWE Masterlist  

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Other Vampire!Character Fics:

 Bite Me (Vampire!Mox, A, Horror) - Jon Moxley

The Best of Darkness (S) - Dick Grayson

Life Bite (S, Vampire!Reader) - Loki

To Love the Night (Vampire!Steve AU, Challenge Fic, S) - Steve Rogers

[casspurrjoybell-28]

Alpha's Temptation - Chapter 21

*Warning Adult Content*

When I wake up in the white hospital room, I'm reminded of the first time I came here.

Except for this time, it's not to an empty room.

As my blurry vision clears, I recognize the distraught faces of my friends staring down at me.

Jay's there too.

"Ash," I hear Lylah shriek, immediately enveloping me in a crushing hug.

My head pounds at the loud noise.

"Ash, I'm so sorry," she cries into my shoulder.

"Be careful. He's injured."

Wren tries to pull her off but she doesn't budge.

"I-It's alright," I say, my voice strained.

My throat feels as dry as cotton.

"It's all my fault, Ash," Lylah continues.

"I'm the one who insisted we go to the game. If I hadn't, this would have never..." she breaks out into another sob.

All I can do is stroke her hair, trying to calm her down.

"How are you feeling?" Wren asks me sincerely, gently taking my hand in his.

I squeeze it gratefully, noting that I feel like absolute shit.

"Could be better," I try to smile, earning worried looks from both Wren and Jay.

"I should have stayed with you, Ash. I don't know why I..." Jay puts his head in his hands, sounding exhausted.

"It's none of your faults, guys. I shouldn't have walked on my own. That was so dumb of me," I feel my throat tightening, my face getting hot.

"No. That disgusting bastard had no right. Did he-did he hurt you?" Wren's eyes fill up with tears and I know he's not talking about physical injuries.

He's talking about whether Henry had his way with me. 

I shake my head no.

"H-he tried. He was gonna to but Daemon came before he could."

Jay's face hardens.

"I heard they had to scrape that asshole off the pavement when they found him after Daemon was done with him."

"Is he d-dead?" I ask.

Because from what I saw, he very much could be.

"No, unfortunately. Alpha Lucien is dealing with his sentence right now," Jay sighs, running a hand through his hair.

"Are you really okay, Ash?"

My lip trembles.

Am I okay?

I don't feel okay at all.

I can still hear Henry's voice.

Feel his horrible touch.

It makes me want to take ten showers in a row.

And worst of all, I can still remember how helpless I felt.

How weak.

"No. B-but I'll be better soon," I try to assure them but from the pained looks on their faces I know it's not believable.

Lylah finally pulls off me after listening silently for a while, sniffling and wiping her eyes.

"I'm never letting you go alone anywhere again," she grabs a tissue and violently blows her nose into it.

I pat her arm in comfort.

"So... what exactly happened? How did Daemon find me?" I ask.

Lylah looks hesitant, glancing at the other then back to me.

"It's kind of a long story. Are you sure you don't want to rest?"

I shake my head.

"No. I... I don't want to be alone right now."

Lylah nods in understatement, clasping her hands together as she begins her story.

"After we left you with Jay, we were at the bathroom and stupidly didn't see your texts to us until later. We figured you were still with Jay but then we saw him with his teammates without you and were confused. So we asked him where you were and he said that you had left a while ago. So then we texted you but didn't get a reply. We figured you might have gone to my car but when we got there we...

We found Jay's jersey laying on the sidewalk, you nowhere to be seen. Ash, I was so scared at that moment. I knew something wasn't right. And Jay was with us searching too but we still couldn't find you. We thought Daemon might have picked you up. So one of Jay's teammates had his number and called, asking if you were with him. He said no and we told him you'd been missing for over an hour. Daemon immediately sent some scouts from his team out to look for you. So then he showed up at the school and oh...

Ash, you should've seen him. He looked like he was going to murder someone as we told him what had happened. He didn't waste any time. He said he had an idea of where to find you and just sped off in his car. And then I got a message from Lucien, since he gave both Wren and I his number for emergencies and he said that Daemon had found you and brought you to the hospital. So we all drove down and have been waiting for you to wake up since." Lylah finishes, taking a deep breath.

"You guys...did all that for me?" I bite my lip, trying to hold back the tears welling up in my eyes.

I would have never imagined that much effort would go into finding me.

That much effort to make sure I was safe.

I didn't know I was worth all that trouble to them.

My heart warms as I stare at the three.

"Of course we did. And we should've done more," Wren says.

"No, no. You guys did the right thing. I'm so lucky to have you," I cry into my hands, not wanting them to see my ugly crying face.

"And I'm sorry for ruining your victory night, Jay."

"Hey, hey. Don't be sorry. I don't care about that," Jay scoots closer, rubbing my back soothingly.

As they all fawn over me and give their words of comfort I calm down a little, hiccuping as my breathing slows.

"And where is...Daemon?" I ask after I'm able to speak again.

"Oh, him?" Lylah, scratches at her chin.

"He was here all night by your side, driving everyone crazy. He kept fighting with the doctor. So finally Lucien made him go wait in the lobby once it was confirmed you were stable. But he put up such a fight."

I look at her in wonder.

Are we talking about the same Daemon?

"He did? Really? For me?"

"Yeah. I didn't expect it after what you've told us about him," Wren chimes in.

"Is there something going on between you two? He's so... protective of you, that's why I'm asking," Jay questions, sounding hesitant but curious, scratching the back of his neck

"Oh," I flush a bit. "No, it's nothing like that."

Because it really isn't. I

n truth, I don't know why he went out of his way to save me.

It's just his duty, right?

I don't think Daemon cares for me beyond that... I catch a subtle look shared between Wren and Lylah, wondering if they don't buy what I've said.

"Oh, alright," Jay nods, looking a bit relieved. 

Then there's a soft knock on the door and Lucien peeks his head in.

"Sorry to intrude on you kids. Can I talk to Ash for a bit?" he asks them.

The three of them quickly get up and leave to let us speak privately.

I'm a bit embarrassed Lucien knows what happened to me but he doesn't make me feel pitiful.

He hugs me and apologizes for what I had to go through.

He says he's going to make sure he knows where I am at all times now.

He also tells me I'm going to have to make a statement to the council saying what Henry did.

That's what I was dreading the most.

But Lucien says it's to ensure that he's locked up.

And I definitely don't want a predator like Henry going free.

It's a lot for me to take in but I agree to do it.

Lucien lingers for a bit, checking with the nurse to make sure everything's okay with me before he leaves to let me get some rest.

But I can't rest.

My mind is on overdrive.

I don't know I want to cry more or sleep.

I just don't want to think about anything.

A few minutes later, the door is pulled open, the very Alpha I long to see standing in the doorway.

"I heard you woke up," he says, sounding unsure of himself.

"Can I come in?" I nod quietly, my stomach flipping nervously.

I take in Daemon's appearance.

He hasn't shaved.

His eyes look bloodshot, with dark circles under them.

And when it dawns on me that it's all because of me I don't know how to believe it. 

"How do you feel?" he asks, coming to sit beside me.

"I'm fine," I shrug, looking down to avoid his intense gaze.

"You don't need to pretend for me."

I raise an eyebrow at him.

"Do I look that bad?"

"You know that's not what I mean," Daemon's nostrils flare, his eyes darkening as they take in my damaged face.

I can't imagine how terrible I look right now.

The eyeliner I had on must be all smudged by now from all the crying and fighting I've done in the past night.

Not to mention my busted forehead and mottled cheek.

But he looks so exhausted my heart aches for him.

Cautiously, I take a risk, putting a hand up to the side of his face, cupping his cheek in my palm.

His eyes widen, undoubtedly surprised at the action and I expect him to push me away or move back.

But he doesn't.

Instead, he leans into my touch, eyes fluttering closed for a minute.

"Have you slept, Daemon?" I ask softly, stroking my thumb over his cheek.

"You need to sleep."

Daemon's jaw clenches despite starting to relax under my touch.

"I couldn't sleep. Not after what he did to you."

"I'm okay now," I try to reason with him.

"No, you're not. Look at you," he sucks in a breath, eyes opening again to look at me.

"Look at what he did to your face," he growls. "And trying to force himself on you... I should have killed that fucker, dammit."

"No, Daemon, you beat him enough," I say warningly because his eyes are starting to glow and give way to his wolf side again.

And as much as I know that anger is for my sake, I don't need any reminders of last night.

Of how brutally he attacked Henry with that same rage in his eyes.

"It's over now, okay? Thank you for saving me," I whisper, hoping the low volume will calm him down.

Daemon's fists clench as we look at each other and I see the effort he's using to hold back.

Because he knows it scares me.

"I'll make sure he never comes near you again," he promises.

My heart flutters at his words, at how safe they make me feel.

"I know you will," my voice trembles, already feeling emotional again.

I wipe at my eyes, not wanting to make a scene in front of him.

"Ash," he says my name tenderly.

His voice is hoarse and gravelly and exhaustion rolls off him in waves.

So I pat my lap, inviting him to rest there.

"You must be tired," I give him a faint smile, knowing I am very much overstepping the boundaries with each other we're both used to.

He looks conflicted for a moment and I'm not expecting him to take my offer.

But then I see a part of him give in and he leans down, laying his head on my thighs.

He lets out a content sigh as he does.

I'm frozen for a moment, shocked, not because I dislike the feeling but because even through my clothes my skin tingles with delight at the contact.

Not to mention this so unlike him.

His fatigue must be getting to him.

We stay like that for a long time, quiet as I listen to him breathing.

I'm tempted to stroke my hands through his hair but I restrain myself.

I don't want him to think I'm weird.

And I want to ask him so many things, too.

Like how he knew where I was.

What I mean to him.

But I don't because I'm too scared to hear the answer.

[clairecrive]

hello!! can you maybe write a nikolai x reader (she’s a heartrender) and they’ve been best friends since childhood and finally got together during the war, and he proposes to her once he becomes king? And she’s scared to say yes because the country might not want a Grisha queen but she eventually says yes?

Love Story

a/n: I missed my boy and so here's a fluffy piece for him. Thanks for requesting anon, hope you like this! x

Warning: none, pure fluff

Word count: 2.1K

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SHADOW AND BONE MASTERLIST

It was late when Nikolai walked into his room. It always was. He was the first one to get up and the last one to go to bed, assuring that everything was going as it was supposed to.

Such was the life of a king.

Well, Nikolai wasn't king yet. But with his father's illness, it won't be long 'till he was.

He had been dreaming about this all his life. Hell, this was everything he had trained to be. Ignored every rumours and gossip and slander, focused only on one thing: becoming the man that Ravka needed.

And now the moment had finally come.

Nikolai could barely believe it. Yes, he was ambitious and skilled. He knew that he was the right person for this job. Either way, he was nervous.

Whenever he pictured this moment as a young boy, he had always thought that it'd be the end. The coronation being the cusp of his personal fulfilment.

But things had changed.

Now his coronation didn't hold any finality to it. It felt like the beginning of something new if anything. Something that Nikolai had been extensively planning for and was extremely excited for. But since it was something new, something that had never been done before, the uncertainty of how it could go made him a bit nervous.

Because now he wasn't alone.

A fierce heartrender had become his partner, his confidante, his better half.

Trying to be as silent as possible, Nikolai quickly undressed before joining you to bed. It was routine for you. Nikolai would come home late, you'd be deep in slumber by then, but he would always hold you close to him and kiss your neck to warn you of his presence. That would usually wake you but you'd never get angry. Actually, you were the one that told him to let you know when he got back. If only to make sure that he was okay.

"All good love, go to sleep." He'd whisper then in your ear. You wouldn't move, only wiggle close to him and pull his arm over your body so that you could hold his hand.

To be fair, you had always been a constant in Nikolai's life. You had met when you were both children. He was known for being restless, always escaping his nanny's hold to go on "adventures" as he'd call them. They'd usually entail climbing over trees or exploring paths in the forest that he had never seen.

One day, during one of his quest, he had put into his head that he needed to climb the biggest tree he could find. It was easy enough to spot his challenge but doing it was another thing.

He had been able to climb a few feet, his short stature and slender limbs aiding him in his endeavour. Looking down to assess his progress, he was confident he could really make it. Overconfident really. Because too busy loading over his abilities, he didn't notice that his foot was not hovering over a branch.

So when he went to confidently put all of his weight on it and it was met with nothing, he lost his balance. He tried to grip with all his might to the branches he was holding in his hands but he wasn't strong enough. And so, he fell.

Thankfully, he hadn't climbed high enough for the fall to be fatal. But it was enough to severely injure him.

At first, the impact of the ground left him out of breath. His head hurt too. It was only when he tried to stand that he noticed that his leg was bent at an unnatural angle.

There wasn't any blood but the sight was enough to send baby Nikolai in a panic. His breath turned hollow and frantic and now that he was aware of the injury, pain shot through his leg making him sob.

It was for the noise he made that you had been able to find him.

You were also wandering around the forest but for less nefarious intent though. You had a book under your arm and you were looking for a quiet spot to read. Needless to say, as soon as you heard his wails of agony, the book fell discarded on the ground as you run toward the noise.

When you reached him you tried your best to get him to calm down. He was hyperventilating by then. You weren't that far in your training to be able to slow his heartbeat or put him to sleep. But you were skilled enough to soothe him with your touch.

That and Nikolai was too caught up in looking at you, this stranger who was trying to help him.

While you couldn't actually heal him, you kept him company until someone eventually found you.

That was how your friendship had begun until it had bloomed into something more as you grew up.

Unbeknown to you, your relationship was about to reach another mark. Holding you close to him, Nikolai willed himself to put his plan in action tomorrow.

As his coronation grew closer, he grew more and more restless. He needed to do this as soon as possible.

The next day went by as usual. When you woke up Nikolai wasn't next to you but you found a trial with your breakfast and a handwritten note on it.

It read:

"An hour before the sun sets, meet me when it all started."

While it was unusual for Nikolai to leave you little notes in his stead, the mysteriousness of it made you antsy. What could he possibly be up to?

Your day went by, as usual, a skip in you feet as you were excited about the date.

Like he had asked you, you made sure to reach that tree in the forest exactly when he asked you to.

Nikolai was already there, pacing at the foot of the tree until he noticed you standing there.

"What is going on?" Before seeing him, you hadn't thought that this meeting could be about bad news. But Nikolai looked nervous, almost scared and that didn't happen often.

"Hello, love." He greeted you walking towards you. Holding your hands in his, he raised one to his lips to leave a small kiss.

"Such a gentleman," you cooed at his gesture, his lips curling in a small smirk as a result, "what did you do?" Raising one of your eyebrows, you asked knowing that when Nikolai was so sweet it was only for two reasons: he wanted to make it up to you or he wanted to have sex. Since doing it in public places had never been appealing to him, you thought it more likely that it was the first.

"Can't a man do something nice for his better half?" He scoffed in fake hurt. You pointedly stared at him but you were smiling.

"I wanted to something nice for you," he said shyly? while shrugging your shoulders not meeting your eyes. Without waiting for a reply, he pulled you closer to the tree where you now noticed there was a white sheet laid with rose petals and candles all over it.

"Things are about to change," he said referring to his impending coronation as you reached the sheet, "and you know what I realized?"

You shook your head in reply, too enchanted by the man in front of you and the scenery around you to speak. Nikolai smiled at you, gently reaching to your face to remove a piece of hair by tucking in behind your ear. His hand gently cupped your cheek, his smile widening even more when you leaned into his touch.

"I've realized that no matter what happened in my life, where I am in the world or what name people call me, you're always the constant."

"And I don't want that to change. Ever." His eyes flicker between yours, shining with anticipation. But why? Surely he must know that you never intend to leave him.

"That it's never going to change, sasha. I'm here to stay." You assured him, your hand reaching to grab his.

His eyes flashed again, regaining their usual confident glow. He looked reassured.

"Well, you know me, my dear. Always worrying so, I hope you don't mind, but I'd like to make it official." He joked, his hands leaving your face as he kneeled.

Kneeled? He couldn't possibly...

Your breath hitched at his position. He got a little box out of his pocket before reaching for your hand again.

"Y/n, my heart, my love, the apple of my eye, you beautiful woman," he started cheekily knowing very well how calling these things would make you blush, "We were both young when I first saw you. Me making a fool out of myself by doing something stupid as per usual and you coming to save my ass. Little did I know though that that stupid adventure would give me more than a broken leg." Both of you smiled at the memory.

"if I knew that breaking a leg would be what made me meet you, I would have done sooner. And don't give me that look," he said once you glared at him, "what's a broken leg in the face of true love?" He added making you roll your eyes. Always smooth with his words. Damn him.

"Because that's what we have, a love story. And it may not be conventional with me dragging you all over the world doing reckless things, assuming different identities and everything but it's our love story. And it's beautiful, I wouldn't change it for the world. So baby, please, just say yes and make me the luckiest bastard in the world."

His words, his hopeful smile and shining eyes were too much for you to contain your tears. They were happy tears, you both knew that. There was no way you could say no to him. But at the same time, you were a bit hesitant. Nikolai painted a wonderful picture but you knew that the reality was a bit harsher.

Kneeling as well, you also gripped his hands.

"You're my whole heart, sasha, I hope you know it." You started, your voice wavering a bit. Nikolai's face fell for a moment sensing that there was a "but" coming. But it only lasted so long before his face morphed into that stubborn expression he'd always have whenever he'd set on getting something.

"I'd be a fool to say no to you, Nikolai," you added hastily hoping to rectify your mistake. "But I can't help but worry."

"You're going to be king soon and I'm not sure how much having a Grisha consort will help you."

Where his lips were pursed in confusion now they were set in a line. Knowing what was troubling you relieved him. That was easily fixed.

"So what, my love? I'll be a king and you'll be the queen. You've fought for this country just as much as I have. Besides, you're a fool if you think that I'm going to leave you just because I'll be addressed by a different title."

The hold on your hands felt reassuring, the sheer determination and honesty in his eyes even more. You knew Nikolai and you knew that he was ambitious as well as stubborn. And loyal. Your heart warmed at his words that you knew were true. He was not going to let you go.

Suddenly, the realisation of your feelings for him and his feelings for you overwhelmed you. A sob broke through your lips making worry return in Nikolai's eyes.

"Saints Nikolai, you have no fucking idea how grateful I am you fell down that tree that day." You confessed, eyes welling with tears.

"So am I, my love. My leg a bit less but..." you both chuckled.

Returning serious, Nikolai went to open the velvet box he was holding. The Lantsov's emerald. Your eyes widened when they fell on it. You had known about it but you had never seen it before.

"Nikolai-" you whispered in astonishment.

"I know it's not exactly your style but this was fit for a queen. My mother gave it to me and I want you to have it." He said sensing your hesitancy.

"Can I also have a kiss?" You asked cheekily batting your eyelids. Nikolai laughed at your antics. He quickly slipped the ring around your finger before cradling your face and pulling you close.

"You don't have to ask twice." And with that, his lips crashed on yours. He kissed you slowly at first, just your lips touching. But as soon as the realisation of what had happened dawned on him, the kiss grew frantic. His hands were in your hairs as yours were wrapped around the collar of his coat, pulling him impossibly close to you.

Life with Nikolai wasn't easy but his love was the most real thing you had ever felt. Nothing in the world meant more to you than he did. Ring or not.

[shadyteacup]

OMG pm Dazai dating y/n and leaves without saying anything,,,, reunion when chuuya is interrogating him in their “dungeon” area, y/n sees him and flat out ignores him until her and chuuya leave, when she full on KISSES chuuya AND WALKS AWAY mmmm angst c:

Tasty angst.. Here I come! This was an amazing idea! I loved writing it♡

Speechless

Dazai Osamu x fem! Reader x Chuuya Nakahara

Tw: slight nsfw(kissing), angst, strong language.

"Hey Chuuya, I got here as soon as you called. So, what's the matter?"

You say, walking up to the redhead, a smile on your face.

Noticing the grim look on your friend's face, your smile drops, a concerned look replacing it.

"Chuuya? What's wrong? And why hasn't Osamu arrived?"

Chuuya grit his teeth at your words, and tightened his fists.

"That bastard left."

"What?"

"He left the mafia, Y/N. He abandoned us."

You couldn't believe your ears. No way. You loved him. He loved you too, didn't he? Didn't he?! How.. Why.. When?

"Is this some sick joke, Chuuya? Because I don't appreciate it. It's a very stupid prank. You know how cranky I get when you wake me up in the middle of my sleep. I don't appreciate-"

Chuuya grabbed your shoulders, shaking you. He thought that this was the only way to help you understand. To tell you, that this wasn't some prank. It was true. Dazai had left the the mafia. But what's worse, is that he left the two of you, without as much as a mention of his plan.

"He left, Y/N! He left us! It's not a joke! He.. He's gone.."

Chuuya's grip on you slowly loosened as he teared up. His voice cracked.

You teared up, too. Your mouth was agape, wanting to say so much, express so much, but not knowing how.

"But.. he didn't even say goodbye.."

Chuuya shook his head, gritting his teeth.

"He didn't bother to say goodbye."

....

"Chuuya, you down here?"

That voice.. It belonged to Dazai's lover. He could recognize that voice anywhere. The honey like tone, and the soothing pitch; it had to be Y/N.

Dazai's heart was beating at 1000 kilometers per hour, and he feared that if you came close enough, it would leap out of his chest and tango on the floor.

Every step you took, the sharp sound of your heel against the floor reverberated through the dark dungeons.

The last time he had seen you was the night before he left the mafia. He hadn't told you about his departure, and had simply vanished the next day. He didn't try contacting you, and neither did you try to find out about him. He assumed that you were fine with his decision. But he knew that this assumption was probably wrong. You hated being lied to. You were one of those people that took time to open up to someone, but once they did, they would trust them fully. And he had gone ahead and broken that trust. He had backstabbed you. You were probably livid. Maybe you're coming down here to give him a piece of your mind. Dazai shuddered at the thought of being on the receiving end of your anger. Anybody who witnessed your angry side never lived to tell the tale.

Finally, your outline could be seen above the stairs. You were standing there casually, your hands in the pockets of the Mafia style coat draped over your lithe form. Your coat looked expensive. It most probably was. You were an executive, afterall. You had been since you were 15. You were probably filthy rich by now. Your hair looked as silky as he remembered it to be. A few strands gracefully framed your elegant and chiseled face. You had definitely grown up over the years. The maturity in your eyes, the sharpened features of your face and the soft curves of your body proved it. Dazai couldn't help but stare at his true love, the woman he had fallen for a few years ago, and the one who he was head over heels for now. He simply froze in his place, eyes widenening and mouth slightly agape as he took in your form.

You began strutting down the stairs, observing the prisoner. For a split second, Dazai could spot surprise flash through your eyes.

"Y/N... I didn't want to get you down here.."

Chuuya spoke, a scared look on his face. He was terrified of what you would do if you saw Dazai down here. Part of him knew you hated him, and might lash out on him. That was fine. But what scared him was the other possibility. The other part of him thought that you might forgive him. Considering your kind nature, you might fall prey to Dazai's sweet, manipulative words and forgive him. He would be devastated if you did that. The brunette has caused a lot of pain to you, and Chuuya would absolutely hate it if you decided to be compassionate and forget all that pain. All those tears were shed over the bastard. He couldn't bear to see you ignore all that.

"Yeah, you went out of the way to avoid telling me. I got to know from Tachihara."

You rolled your eyes, smiling at the fiery haired man.

Chuuya fisted his hands, anger building up in his stomach.

"Don't lash out on him! I had to threaten the poor boy to get the info out of him."

You said, holding your hands up to placate him.

You came to stand right next to him.

"I wanted to know if dinner is still on."

Dazai watched the two of you in silence. He wanted to say so much to you, but he couldn't if stupid short rack stayed here.

Well, he didn't have an option. He had to talk to you. And now was the only time he'd get.

"Y/N! It's been so long, hasn't it?"

He grinned at you, waiting for you to grin back or scowl at him.

You looked at him without bothering to face him. You raised an eyebrow, and focused your attention back to Chuuya.

Dazai was heartbroken at that. You never used to ignore him. You used to always be so enthusiastic and encouraging. This is the first time you've ignored him.

"Y/N. I'm so sorry. I know I should have said something, but I was stupid back then. I didn't know how to say, and what to say... I... I love you.. please, will you hear me out?"

His voice cracked. He meant every word he had just uttered. He loved you. Back then, when he left the mafia, he was only 19. Leaving the mafia was the best decision he had ever made in his life. But the way he executed it was wrong. It was stupid. He had lost you.

Chuuya gulped. This is exactly what he had feared.

You finally faced Dazai, hands still in your pockets. Your face held a look of mild intrigue, almost as if you were enjoying this.

You tilted your head to side, eyeing his worn out state.

Without a word, you faced Chuuya.

"I'm starving. Meet me at our usual place."

Chuuya was shocked at your lack of response. He nodded nonetheless.

"Alright. Get started without me. I might take a while."

You placed a hand on his shoulder, and were about to turn to leave.

"Y/N! Please, just hear me out!"

Dazai had never begged anyone other than Odasaku in his life. He had only ever pleaded Oda to not go destroy Mimic. Nobody other than Odasaku had seen Osamu Dazai ever plead to anyone about anything. The demon prodigy of the Mafia always found a way to get what he wanted.

Chuuya was left gaping at the scene.

You grabbed Chuuya's neck, and placed your palm on his cheek. Drawing him in, you kissed him. Right in front of Dazai. You deepened the kiss as Chuuya pulled you in further, leaving no room between the two of you. Tongues danced together, setting an erratic beat, as the two of you got lost in the kiss. The air supply was getting low, and Chuuya needed to come back for air, but you pulled him before he could do so. The lack of oxygen made his eyes flutter close, and he felt light headed. You devoured his mouth, tasting him. Finally pulling back, you bit his bottom lip, and licked it.

Chuuya felt weak in the knees. This wasn't the first time you had kissed him. Hell, you both had done a lot more than just kiss. But it always left him flabbergasted and breathless.

You wasted no time as you turned and walked away, leaving the dungeons after saying a ,"Hope to see you soon!", to Chuuya.

As you disappeared above the stairs, Dazai felt his heart shatter. He felt a pang in his chest, and tears surfaced in his eyes. He exhausted all his energy and self control in keeping his tears in and maintaining a nonchalant posture.

Chuuya was elated. He couldn't express how happy he was even in a thousand words. The love you both shared was strong, and what happened just now had proven it to him. In a twisted way, he was glad that Dazai had left, as it led him to form a beautiful relationship with you.

While Chuuya glowed from giddiness, Dazai cracked on the inside, and felt hollow. He thought that this was what he deserved. Afterall, he was the one who had caused immense pain to you. It's only fair for you to return the favor.

His hair hid half of his face, but Chuuya could easily spot the tears streaming down his cheeks. Chuuya felt bad for him, for Dazai was once his friend. But Dazai had this coming. He had hurt you, and Chuuya is planning to hurt him in return for that.

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[kitsunekissesxo]

“I’ll Pitch in and Help My Cute Apprentice”

Obey Me Solomon Smut, 3.7k words

Warnings: 18+ under the cut, afab she/herMC, pure smut, a little bit of plot actually, dom!Solomon, fingering, spitting, degradation, blowjob, penetration, a whole lot of nsfw, but a fluffy ending, Solomons a cocky bastard

Summary: You’re Solomon’s apprentice, attempting to master the arts of wizardry. Solomon challenges you to perform a spell he recently showed you, yet you have some troubles performing it successfully. Solomon shows you just how to perform it, getting a little too close-which results in frustration. Lucky for you, he decides to lend a helping hand. 

“Ugh...are you kidding me right now?” You groaned out, putting your head in your hands. It was the umpteenth time you had performed this levitation spell, yet the book sitting on the desk in front of you was not levitating no matter how much concentration you put in. You opened your mouth to recite the spell yet again but was startled by the door to your room opening.

Whipping your head around, your eyes met Solomon’s gray-yellow gaze, sparkling with amusement as he took in your frustrated state. He strode over to where you were sitting, glancing at the book before letting out a chuckle. 

“I see the book hasn't moved since I left. Having some troubles?” He smugly asked, folding his arms and leaning against the wall beside you. 

“I can see the cocky grin forming Sol, and I gotta say, it is not helping,” you mumbled, imploring your cheeks to not flush in embarrassment.  You weren’t sure what you were doing wrong. You already knew you harbored great magic skills, and you were fairly sure you memorized the incantation correctly. So why wasn’t the damn book moving? You wanted to prove to Solomon that you could do this-that you weren’t some helpless apprentice that he had to watch out for. And there he was, standing beside you, staring at your failure of levitation.

“Here,” he started, grabbing a seat and scooting next to you,  “let me help. Show me exactly what you’ve been doing and we’ll tweak it so you’re succeeding, okay?” He offered, a small smile resting on his lips. 

You nodded in response, watching as he folded his arms once more, sitting back to watch you carefully. Taking a deep breath, you recited the spell with as much concentration and force as you could muster. The book sat there like it was mocking you, and you wanted nothing more than to curse out that stupid book. 

“I see.” He commented, his hand resting against his chin thoughtfully. “The speaking portion of the spell was done wonderfully, MC. However, with levitation spells, you have to use your hand to indicate the way you’d like your object to move, along with picturing it in your mind. Shall I demonstrate for you?” He proposed, looking at you for confirmation. 

“Please do,” you responded, feeling silly for not knowing such an important part of the spell.

You watched as he stood up, smoothing his shirt down. He had on a dark gray button up, the top button undone, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, with tight black jeans adorned with a black leather belt. His cream jacket was hanging on the back of his chair. As you watched him, you couldn’t help but admire how attractive he was. A sharp jawline, prominent nose, intense eyes, silvery white hair....it was almost unfair that such an attractive man was your mentor. 

His left hand lifted elegantly, his slender and nimble fingers motioning upwards, the book following his commands. He turned to look at you, smiling, saying, “Just like that.”

You swallowed roughly. Was he being suggestive on purpose? You shook yourself of the thought, not allowing your mind to go there right now...that would be for later tonight. “Th-thanks for showing me, Sol. I think I got it now” you responded, expecting him to have you try it again.

“Actually, I think I should instruct you on how to move your hands. It’ll help you. Come here.” He proclaimed, motioning for you to stand next to him. 

“O-okay,” you stammered, lurching forward out of nervousness, unknowing of what he was up to. 

You swore you felt your heart stop as he stepped behind you and took ahold of your waist, positioning you how he wanted. The feeling of his long, slender fingers on your waist made your mind wander yet again, wondering how amazing they would feel digging into your hips as he- no, no, stop that. We’re practicing spells, that’s all, you thought to yourself, taking a deep breath.

Suddenly Solomons chest was pressed flush against your upper back, his nose and mouth dangerously close to your ear. You let out a gasp at the movement, not expecting him to come so close to you. 

“S-Sol, you’re kinda close...” you trailed off as he hummed nonchalantly.

“I’m helping you, apprentice. You need your hand technique down if you want to succeed in levitation spells.” He murmured. “This is your dominant hand, correct?”

“Yes,” you breathed out, feeling the hair on the back of your neck stand as his warm breath fawned against your ear. 

His hand snaked up your arm, warm fingers taking ahold of your hand, positioning them perfectly. Your brain hardly registered that his other hand was still resting on your waist, his close proximity fogging your mind. His hands were calloused from years and years of experience as a sorcerer. 

“You're so obedient, my dear,” he murmured against the side of your neck, his lips ghosting against the sensitive skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. His words sent a shiver down your spine, and you instinctively pressed yourself against him even more. “Turn around,” he mumbled, letting go of your hand and giving you space for you to spin around. As you looked up at him, your hands came up to rest on his chest. His one hand kept a strong hold on your hip, his other coming up to cup your cheek.

“I-is this really okay?” You asked him quietly, unsure if he really wanted to be doing this with you right now.

“Why?” He asked, cocking an eyebrow. “Are you not enjoying yourself?”

You could feel the tension in the few inches between your faces, and you couldn’t deny the heat pooling in your stomach. You shook your head, closing your eyes for a few moments. Opening your eyes after taking a moment to collect your thoughts, you admitted, “I’ve been wanting this for awhile...”

The way his eyes glinted made you suddenly feel a little uneasy- his expression almost darkened, his captivating eyes somewhat narrowing. “Is that so, MC? For how long?” He inquired, his face slowly leaning closer to yours. You breathed in, notes of lavender and coriander flooding your senses. Even his scent was alluring. 

“Ever since you began teaching me,” you admitted once more, feeling your cheeks heat up, your gaze finally shifting away from him.

“Poor thing.” He paused to lick his lips, leaning in close enough to your ear to feel his warm breath fanning on the outer shell. “That pathetic excuse of a dildo just doesn’t do the trick like my cock would, does it?” He murmured in a mocking tone.

You took a sharp inhale of breath through your nose, turning your head and gaze away from him. How did he know you’d been desperately searching for something to fuck yourself with imagining it was him? Did he catch you? Did he hear you? Did he find your toys? So many thoughts raced through your flustered mind.

Suddenly, his slender fingers grabbed your chin, sharply turning your head to face him. A stern look adorned his handsome features, his gray-yellow gaze burning into yours. “I asked you a question, my dear. I would suggest that you answer me.” He demanded, feigning an offended and annoyed attitude. You subconsciously squeezed your thighs together, feeling your cheeks redden even further as you whispered, “Nothing could possibly compare to you....”

He leaned in so close that his lips barely ghosted against yours, murmuring “That’s what I thought,” before capturing your lips in a kiss.

Kissing Solomon was nothing like you imagined- in your fantasies you both were always so desperate, pawing at each other, messily kissing. But this....this was far better than anything you could’ve thought up. He was kissing you roughly but slowly, his hand coming up to the back of your head and pushing you further into him. You would be lying to yourself if you said you couldn't have stayed there and kissed him for hours.

You stifled a moan as his tongue swiped your bottom lip, acting like he was asking you for entrance. However, he quickly and forcefully shoved his tongue through your lips. You couldn't even suppress the moan that escaped you at his roughness and you began massaging his tongue with your own. Your hands came up to the nape of his neck, gently pulling on his silvery hair. 

You pulled away to gasp for air, a trail of saliva connecting your lips together. Solomon was breathing heavily as well, his eyes hazy as he continued to watch your every move. 

“Should I take you here on the desk? Or would you prefer I pin you down on your bed?” He asked huskily, gripping your hips tightly, forehead resting against yours. 

Your mind was foggy with lust, wanting him here and now. Not being able to hold back, you pleaded, “Here, fuck me here, please.” 

With a grin, he picked you up, your legs coming up around his waist, and sat you down on the desk, his crotch pressing against your lower region. You could feel his hard on through both of your pants and let out a slight moan as you pressed into him further, fingers gripping the hair on the back of his head. His face was flushed, hair tousled, and lips somewhat bruised- he looked delectable.

“You have no idea how much you’ve teased me,” Solomon said lowly, clenching his jaw as he went about removing your shirt, enunciating each word with each button he undid. “How many times I’ve endured you leaning over to see what I'm doing, practically shoving your chest in my face,” He spat, making his point by reaching around to unclasp your bra, watching as the fabric slipped off of your breasts. You could feel how red your face was, and instinctively went to cover up your chest with your arms. However, Solomon swiftly grabbed ahold of both of your wrists, holding them away from your chest. “Don’t hide from me. You’ve teased me enough for a lifetime,” he breathed out, staring at you intensely. You nodded, giving into him, and he let go of your wrists. “Stand up for a second, doll,” he murmured, and began to remove your pants, placing a kiss below your navel, leaving you in just a pair of soaked panties. 

He sucked air in through his nose as he palmed at your chest, thumb and middle finger rubbing and tweaking your pert nipples. You moaned softly at his ministrations, encouraging him to keep going while threading your fingers through his hair above his nape. He ducked his head down to take a nipple into his mouth, licking and sucking as his other hand trailed down your stomach to right above your panties, fingering at the fabric teasingly, pulling it back and snapping it against your hip. You let out a louder moan at that, and his mouth popped off your swollen nipple, giving you a look you couldn’t quite read. 

“Please touch me,” you whimpered out desperately as he flattened his palm, cupping your sex through your panties. He let out a breath through his nose. 

“Look at you. Begging without me telling you to,” he whispered into your neck, biting down as his hand continued rubbing against your sex and the other still playing with your nipple. You moaned out for him, gripping onto his shoulders as his fingers slipped the fabric of your panties aside and began to thumb at your clit in slow circles, continuing to leave marks on your neck.

You opened your legs wider to provide him better access to your dripping cunt, gasping as he trailed his forefinger through your glistening folds. “You are such a whore for me, you know that? Spreading your legs for your mentor, letting him touch you as he pleases. And you fucking love it,” he spat, slipping a finger into your hole. “Show me how desperate you are. Tell me how badly you want me,” he persisted, pumping his finger in and out of you at a quickening pace, his other hand now grabbing your inner thigh.

“Please, Solomon, I need you so badly, I-I think of you every time I touch myself-oh,” you cut off with a moan as he thrusted a second finger into your needy cunt, your grip on his shoulders tightening, attempting to stifle your louder moans as his fingers pumped in and out of you roughly and quickly. 

“I don’t remember telling you I was satisfied. Keep talking,” He coaxed, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit as he finger-fucked you.

You took in his state as you begged for him- his upper chest -exposed from a few undone buttons- , neck, and face were flushed and he was beginning to get sweaty. His breathing was already somewhat irregular. “Please, please, please fuck me, Sol. I will do anything, I need you so badly, I can’t take it,” you pleaded with him desperately.

“Good girl,” he praised, and you felt your heart soar. He slowed his fingers down before removing them completely and brought them up to your lips. “Clean my fingers.” He demanded, tracing your bottom lip with his soaked index finger. You whined at the loss of his warm fingers in your cunt.

You parted your lips, sucking his fingers into your mouth. You winced at the taste of yourself, but was committed to pleasing him. You ran your tongue up and down and between the two fingers, ensuring his fingers would be coated with your saliva. Suddenly he shoved his fingers further into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat and then removing his fingers from your mouth altogether. He had an amused look on his face as you gagged from his ministrations. “Such a filthy whore.” He murmured, wiping his fingers off on his pants. 

You awaited his next move, feeling your cunt throb as he undid his belt and pushed his pants down enough to pull his cock out of his boxers. 

“Open your mouth,” He commanded, and you obediently opened your mouth, looking up into his eyes. He leaned in close enough to where his lips brushed against yours. He then proceeded to spit in your mouth, his hand grabbing your  cheeks. “Don’t you dare swallow,” he ordered, and you closed your mouth, savoring his saliva.

“Suck me off, kitty,” he demanded, and you slipped off the desk to sink down onto your knees. Pressing a kiss to his tip, you took him into your mouth, coating his cock with his and your saliva. Your tongue massaged the underside of his cock as you bobbed your head up and down, Solomons fingers threading into your hair. He suddenly yanked your head back by your hair, your mouth popping off of his cock, hands coming up to grab his thighs to steady yourself. He had your head pulled back, your neck and chest exposed to him as he spit on you once more, his saliva landing on your collarbone, beginning to trail down to your breast. He groaned at the sight before shoving you back down onto his cock.

He began to snap his hips forward, using your mouth as nothing but a toy for his own pleasure. He kept hitting the back of your throat, reveling in your gags and gasps for air. 

“You’re taking my cock like you were meant for this, you slut,” he spat out through gritted teeth, continuing to thrust into your mouth. “You’re my little cock whore, huh? Aren't you?” Your lungs burned, your throat and mouth was sore, and your jaw was beginning to hurt. Tears were forming in your eyes as he abused your mouth, but you couldn’t help but love it. He groaned out, sighing as he yanked you off his cock once more.

“Get up and turn around before I decide to finish on your face,” he demanded, lazily stroking himself. You scrambled to your feet, and turned around, your back facing him. He pushed you up against the desk and pressed down on your upper back, bending you over. You let out a shaky moan as he rubbed his cock between your folds, teasing your entrance.

“Solomon, please,” you breathed out, on the verge of tears.

“I know, my cock whore needs filled, don’t you?” He groaned out as he began to push himself into your core, his hands grabbing your hips roughly.

You let out a moan as he began to stretch your walls, not used to his size. He pushed himself all the way into you, bottoming out with a grunt. Choking out a moan, you pushed your hips back against him, needing him to move.

“So needy, so impatient,” he tutted, and briefly pulled back to slam back into your cunt, his fingers digging into your hips, bringing you back to meet his thrusts as he began to settle on a somewhat quick and rough pace. 

You let out wanton moans every time his hips snapped forward to pound into your dripping cunt. His one hand snaked up to press on your lower back, the other keeping its death grip on your hip. 

“You're gripping onto my cock so tightly, fuck,” he groaned out, speeding up his pace. “You fucking love it, don’t you? Huh? You love my cock fucking you into this desk?” He breathed out, his hand that was on your lower back snaking underneath you to rub fervent circles on your clit. 

With him leaning down to rub your clit, the position changed, and his cock was hitting deeper than beforehand, slamming into that sweet spot. The moan you let out was obscene, the pleasure he was giving you being too much to contain. 

“Shit,” he moaned out, keeping up the pace but slamming into you even harder. You so badly wanted to see his face, how beautiful he would look with his hair sticking to his forehead from sweat, his skin completely flushed, his eyebrows screwed upward, eyes tightly shut. 

The hand on your hip came up to your neck, and before you knew it he was shoving two fingers into your mouth while relentlessly pounding into your cunt. 

With him hitting your sweet spot and still fervently rubbing circles into your clit, you felt a knot begin to form in your stomach, and it was tightening fast. 

“S-sol, I’m gonna cum, please can I?” You moaned out around his fingers, and felt his thrusts becoming irregular, not able to keep the pace.

“Cum for me,” he groaned out, and you moaned out his name as you came, his fingers rubbing you all throughout your high. Your cunt clenched around him as you came, causing him to spill inside of you closely after, both hands gripping onto your bruised hips. The moan he let out while filling you was the hottest thing you had ever heard. He gave a few more thrusts before sighing, and slowly pulling his cock out of you. You whimpered at the loss of the full feeling, still trying to get your breathing under control. You felt his cum dripping out of your cunt as you heard him fiddling with his belt buckle. This was where he was going to leave you, right?

“MC, I’ll be right back,” you heard Solomon mutter, swiftly walking out of the room. You felt a pang in your chest as you wondered if maybe he wouldn’t come back, as ridiculous as that sounded. As you began to stand up, he re-entered the room.

“Whoa, whoa, don’t move yet. I need to clean you, love,” He stated, and you felt a warm washcloth gently cleaning around your lower region and thighs. Your heart swelled- he was helping you clean up. You couldn’t help but swoon at how caring and gentle he was being.

“Here, can you sit up for me?” He gently asked, helping you turn over. 

“Y’know Sol, that was the best sex of my life, but you still didn't paralyze me.” you quipped, sitting up as he began to dab the warm washcloth on your collarbone and down your chest. 

“...Yet.” He teased, raising his eyebrows and shooting you a serious look before letting out a light laugh. His smile was so lovely- you wished you could stay in this moment forever. “Also, you flatter me too much,” he added, a hint of red flushing his cheeks as he focused on cleaning you up. 

“Aaaannnddd...there we go. I think I’ve cleaned up my mess.” He announced, setting the washcloth down beside you and pressing a kiss to your forehead. He was being uncharacteristically sweet, but you weren’t complaining.

He picked up whatever clothes you had on the floor and handed them to you, helping you pull your shirt over your head after you clasped on your bra, watching as you pulled your pants on. As soon as you were situated, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to him. 

As shocked as you were, you embraced him back, gently rubbing his back. His arm pressed on your lower back to push into him, his other hand coming up to cradle the back of your head. 

“I think we should continue this,” he murmured into the top of your head.

“Continue what? Having sex?” You questioned, your face buried in his chest.

“Well, yes, if you want. But I mean....this.This spark between us is worth exploring, don't you think?” He responded, and if you listened hard enough, you could hear the smallest bit of nervousness in his voice.

“Sol....” You trailed off, pulling back from him slightly to look up at his soft gaze. “I would love that.” 

“I’m glad.” He beamed, squeezing you for a moment and then pulling away.

“Now....about that levitation spell,” he began, raising an eyebrow and bringing his hand up to his chin thoughtfully, “in the midst of our fun, we knocked the book off of the desk. Show me what you’ve learned- put the book back on the desk using a levitation spell.” He said, looking at you expectantly.

With a huff of disbelief, you looked at the book, and began to recite the incantation, seeing it gracefully float up onto the desk in your mind, your hand coming up to direct the book. And, right in front of both of your eyes, the book successfully levitated and was placed gently on the desk. You looked at Solomon, expecting him to congratulate you. 

“I always knew my cock worked wonders,” he grinned, arrogance suffocating the air around him. 

You couldn't believe you chose this cocky old man. 

- FIN

authors’ note: this is heavily inspired by Solomons new human world outfit. I saw the quote he had in the announcement for the new lessons and before I knew it the spirit of horny had possessed me and this was being written. 

Total time: 4hrs 33mins

Wordcount: 3782

[sweettodo]

beggars can’t be choosers.

levi ackerman x reader x eren jaeger.

includes : threesome, cockwarming, edging/denied orgasm, oral, swearing. whole lotta smut, not a lotta plot.

wc : 4k.

synopsis : a promiscuous sequel. eren knows you’re missing levi and him, and he’s gonna help out his desperate little friend to get the captains attention.

✰ a / n ,, thank you for almost 1,000 followers, i love you all ! <33.

The night after it all transpired- you were like a new woman, the unusual smile on your face made the others query your motives when you appeared at breakfast, lunch, and dinner, even on missions.

'What has her so lively?'

You were fulfilled, there was nothing that could top that night- that night was the embodiment of your fantasies. Both your Captain and long time friend, with you right in the middle.

For the most part, your affairs with the two dwelled to be the same, your comrades still unable to tell something had gone down between the three of you. Eren invariably sat next to you; you teased each other just like always and your Captain still treated you like a peon.

Though not even you could disagree to the fact that you were like an addict, just itching to be touched like a pervert, you longed for the littlest bit of attention- per usual. And it was more painful when Eren purposely chose to torment you, little pokes and prods, long hugs and squeezes sent you over the moon, this was a game to him, and he played it good.

You didn't concede this to Eren, but he could tell you had these twisted ideas in your mind without a word needing to be spoken, watching you doze off into space. Whilst your mind was filled with vile notions of that night- at every waking moment of the day- Eren much less thought about that evening with Captain Levi involved, he would rather make his own remembrances with you.

Giving your feelings the time to fester meant nearly dropping to your knees if anyone so little as gave you a high five.

And Eren loves to use this to further his objective, he finds it a good source of entertainment to watch you shiver, or whine because, ‘she doesn’t even hide it, she wants me so bad.’

On one end, Captan Levi was his usual cold self, and you still flirted with him... For the joke.

While on the other end, he liked it- of course, he did, he liked the chivalry enough to drag you into his office and show you how much he liked your trifling behavior.

Whether he liked it or not, he found himself thinking about it too. Not enough to divert his attention on more crucial aspects of his life and job of course, nor did he act on his thoughts.

It was so pitiful, laying in bed looking at your ceiling as you touched yourself- for what felt like hours- feeling both of them filling you up and giving you what you yearned for. The feeling almost too real, and you yearned to feel it again. You needed it again, no matter the cost.

Your mind filled with only Levi Ackerman and Eren Jaeger.

"What are you thinking about?"

Breaking out of your reverie, seeing Connie parking his rear in the dining halls bench, "oh, nothin' just tired." He hums in response, slowly nodding.

"Dreamin’ about me, I hope."

"Only in your wildest dreams, Springer."

Jean, who's sitting beside his friend and throwing a loose arm over his shoulder, "who'd be daydreaming about you?" he cackles, Connie shoving his best friends’ arm off of him and frowning.

"Don't worry Jean, I have enough love for the both of you."

"I don't-"

"You love it though, right, horse face?" peeking a look to your side, the familiar brunette is claiming his seat next to you, grinning at his friend who's flustered and kicking Eren under the table.

Jean struggles to play it cool, rolling his eyes and tossing his hands behind his head, "I already have someone on my mind."

"Shucks, I can't play around with you anymore?" wriggling your eyebrows, devilish smile growing on your face, Jean shakes his head.

"Nope, doesn't work on me anymore."

Connie interjects, "don't listen to em', he's always gonna be a slave for your little flirts."

"Am not!"

"Yeah, you are, everyone knows it."

Armin and Mikasa walk into the arguing, giving each other a side-eye before hesitantly settling at the table, hearing Jean try to defend himself against his friends, "guys, no need to yell so early in the morning." Armin hushes, sighing.

"Jean, you know you love it."

"Even Armin likes it!" Eren laughs, pointing at his best friend, "he won't deny it either!"

Armin smiles cheekily, scratching the back of his head, "we're not talking about myself right now."

You had a skill, almost like it was an art- reeling any man in as you pleased, and they loved it, who wouldn't?

You suck in a corner of your bottom lip, looking down at your lap.

"Why are you be so loud, Eren?"

The table instantly falls mute, heads darting to face the man in charge, "sorry Cap."

"I want you all outside in ten minutes, be on time."

As quick as he comes, he's gone, not looking at you indifferently. 'This was seriously going to be a one-time thing?'

"You look antsy, y/n." Eren leans over to your ear, "what's on your mind?" he asks, you look at him, he knew exactly what was on your mind.

"You know what's on my mind, Eren,” smug look on his lips, patting your knee, giving it a gentle squeeze, "don't tease me, Jaeger." You mutter, placing your hand on top of his own to remove it from your leg.

"Y'know, now all of a sudden you don't like it when I touch you because it makes you think of that night, it's obvious."

Your eyes squinting to scowl at him, glancing around to see if anyone had heard what he said; they didn't, all of them either throwing away garbage or talking amongst themselves, "why don't you just stir things up again? You want to, I can tell."

You sit there silently, allowing him to rev up your engine, this was something you craved to feel, he wanted to see you act up, enticing him and his friends, "do what you did before, Captain is bound to give you what you want."

You listened to every word he said, his hand still on your thigh as you closed your legs, squeezing them together as your body throbbed, he was right, and you were desperate, "why don't you go tell him how much you want it?"

You lick your chapped lips, throat bone dry as you're uncomfortably struggling to find words, "Eren," he flashes you a smile, 'she's falling apart with just me looking at her.'

"I can't tell him anything, and you better not either," you grit, eventually gaining some self-control, standing from your seat as he remains in his, "shouldn't we go? Everyone else is gone."

Eren stands, stepping over the bench as he takes a look around, the room was nearly empty, "Levi's gonna be mad at us, maybe he'll even punish you if you're lucky."

You shake your head, "just let me help you," you gaze up at him whilst the two of you follow behind your friends, "I can help you get what you want."

You pondered the offer, "yeah?"

He smiles, "of course," Eren tried to contain himself, even the idea of having you under him made his dick twitch under his belt.

"What do you have in mind?" you spoke, he hummed quietly, "wanna' get me in trouble?"

The tension between the two of you rose, holding your breath as you reached the empty field for sparring, he nodded his head, "of course I do."

You brainstormed, how to get attention from your Captain, but what you didn't know was Eren was already putting his plan into motion, already telling your friends what would land you right in his bed.

Hours later, the time dinner came around, the table was just like the ordinary, chatting and eating after a long day of activities; but unbeknownst to you, Eren was counting the seconds before the Captain would come storming into the room.

During the day, while you sparred with Jean, Eren found himself talking to Connie right in front of the men in charge- both Erwin and Levi listened in as Eren purposely filled Connie's ear with intentions you had. Vile thoughts, Levi and Erwin looking at each other, the Commander blown away, 'yeah, she said to me she wanted Captain to chain her up and everything, torture her, even,’

'Are you serious?' Eren nodded slyly.

‘That’s y/n for you, kinky, isnt she?’ crossing his arms.

'She is one freaky bastard- better not let Captain find out.'

But- to no avail, it was a little too late for that.

"Y/n,"

His voice split through the talkative room in an instant, voice booming as you quickly looked up, swallowing your food, "Eren, Y/n, my office- now."

Connie and Eren exchanged looks and you caught them, "what's that look for?"

"Don't worry about it lets just go."

Levi had already left the dining hall, you walked beside Eren, "what did you do, Eren?"

"Nothing." He defends, shrugging as you inched closer to the familiar wooden door.

Eren stopped in front of the door, he wasted no time, knuckles knocking on the old wood, "calm down, it's all fine."

Letting out a sigh, hearing his voice on the other side of the entrance, the two of you slipping past the doorframe and right into his office, he sat there, arms crossed in his chair, "do you have anything you'd like to say for yourself?"

Before you get the chance to speak, Eren perks up, "what do you mean, Captain?"

"Y/n?"

You choked, throat dry from the awkwardness in the room, "I'm confused on what you mean, sir." Levi scoffed, shaking his head. He was angry, nearly incensed as he watched you shuffle around, your eyes stuck on your feet.

The sound of his chair pushing backward sends shivers up your spine, he stands, "I don't know where to start with either of you."

"Tell him why you did it, y/n."

Your head practically spinning off your shoulders to face the man who stood beside you, "what do you mean, Jaeger?"

Your eyes bulging out of your head, squeezing your fists as you glared at Eren, "say it, cadet."

You looked at Levi in dismay, "I don't know what he's talking about, sir."

"I should've brought Connie in here too for listening to the bullshit you were spewing."

'Bullshit I was spewing?'

"All I was saying was what she told me, Cap."

"Yeah, apparently, y/n."

You meet eyes with your Captain as he's rounding his table, "you want it that bad?"

Avoiding his question, praying for him to step back, feeling weak from his intense glare, sending you into a nervous turmoil.

"Answer me."

You defended yourself, unable to give the boss an answer. Levi was mad, he was beyond humiliated at not only did Erwin hear your perverse ideas, but now big-mouth Connie. And he was fed up- once again- with your behavior.

He’s angrily stepping away from you and opening his bedroom door, "bring her, Jaeger."

Grabbing your wrist, Eren is nearly flinging you into the dimly lit bedroom, stumbling over your feet as the door is clicking shut. You rubbed your wrist, looking at Levi who stands before you, looking up at him.

His strong hands sitting you on the edge of his bed, his finger meeting under your chin and tilting your head up as you stared at him breathlessly, "you want things to be your way, right?"

You nodded, Eren standing next to your Captain, "things won't always go your way, cadet."

You gulped, the restriction growing under his grasp as he slid his hand down your neck, squeezing, "you're lucky I'm even doing this for you, you should be locked up."

Glancing at Eren, who's gradually unhooking his belt, "use this, Captain."

The leather belt being pulled from around Eren's waist and being placed in Levi's hand, he graciously seizes it and pushes you to get up, "lie down and be quiet, understood?"

Before reaching the other side of the bed, your captain is linking the material around your wrists behind your back and using his knee to push you on the bed, your body vulnerable as you can't catch your fall. Knees just barely hanging over the edge of the bed, someone's feet kicking your legs open.

"So I've been on your mind? because it sure seems it."

Digging your head into the sheets, you're nodding, "disgusting."

The weight of the bed plunges in front of your head, fingers entering your hair and pulling you up by the roots, "you think I'll be easy on you this time around?"

You shake your head, "no sir."

With Levi in front of you, Eren is using his foot to slip off your shoes, his hands crawling below your waist, blindly unbuttoning your jeans and tugging them down your thighs.

Pushing you onto your back, Levi is sliding off the bed and you're trying to blow your hair out of your face, Eren steps out of the Captains' way, Levi pushing your knees up and placing your feet on the bed, "you've been acting up again, misbehaving won't get you what you want, y/n."

"She probably wanted this to happen again."

You did, you prayed for it to happen again, but you didn't intend to be tied up, unable to do anything, "I didn't ask to be tied up, though," you muttered under your breath, pulling against the material.

Eren laughs, unbuttoning your blouse while your Captain pinned your legs against your stomach, squirming around under his tight grasp.

“You go around and tell everyone how desperate you are,” you feel his thumb slowly press against the sensitive nub concealed by only your thin underwear, “have you been thinking about us fucking you again, y/n?” calculatedly pushing his thumb up and down, applying more pressure while he keeps your leg in a firm grasp against your body.

“It’s disgusting, really.”

He knows you you hate to be teased, Levi knew if he had even given you a taste of what you begged for, you'd become greedy. Eren on the other hand was sadistic, he would tease and tease and tease, that's how he would get off.

You're caught up in the painstaking abuse of his thumb, not giving any thought to the question he had asked you. He stops, looking at you with a bitter glare, “didn't I ask you a question?” you whine, pressing your head deeper into the mattress.

“Yes, Captain- I've been thinking about you fucking me.”

He's gratified by your answer, knowing that the inquiry would humiliate you.

“Dirty- fuckin’ dirty.” He taunts, picking up where he left off. Levi stands beside his subordinate, Eren pressing your other leg up and finding his fingers hooking around the wet fabric, and trying to get a look at your cunt.

Eren moves out of the way, allowing Levi to push your body back farther, he lowers to his knees, leaning against the edge of the bed, “do you enjoy giving me a hard time?”

They never failed to get you under their complete control, your heart beating out of your chest whenever either of them gave you as little as a glance with their lust-filled eyes. It was so incredibly wrong, so immoral, but it was your guys’ thing, this was your little secret.

“You’ve always been such a troublesome girl.”

Weakly, you're shaking your head, trying to keep your breathing under control as his fingers are raking between your sopping folds, spreading them apart with his calloused index and middle finger, admiring your beautiful body. ‘God- if you weren't such a pest.’ Levi pushed those thoughts to the back of his head, you'd always be his little annoying flirt, nothing more- nothing less.

Though both Eren and Levi seemed to enjoy pleasuring you until numb, your captain knew he needed to instill some discipline, he couldn't let himself be seen as a push-over just because he couldn't stop thinking about how you squeezed his cock so perfectly.

The thought of his fingers being knuckle deep inside your pussy brought him close to reaching bliss in his jeans, you didn't even have to touch him.

Curving his fingers up into your tight, textured walls, feeling your heartbeat throb around his two fingers as he made sure to send shock waves throughout your body. The pad of his thumb rubbing deep and slow circles around your clit, each time he hit a nerve your legs twitching, he hit every spot.

Eren stood beside you, loosely pumping his cock in his fist, watching you squirm and cry out, trying to free yourself as your wrists were falling asleep from the weight of your body, “l-let me go, please.”

Levi and Eren dismissed your pleas, trying so desperately to close your legs from the strong thrusts of his fingers, the overstimulation making your back arch, sucking his fingers in for more, and more.

That coil tightening in your stomach was unmistakable, head spinning, moaning out blubbers of swears and incoherent words, “go on, cum.” They know how bad you've been waiting for this, both men knew it needed to happen again, it was sad seeing you feral like a dog looking for any sort of notoriety.

That's all you wanted to hear, selfishly pushing your quivering hips onto his fingers, he knew this would make you furious, Levi was ready to make your night hell.

All of it stopped. His digits pulling out of your clenching hole as he smirked, standing up onto his feet, pulling you farther and farther away from the peak of your climax.

Gasping like a fish out of water, lifting your head to see Levi on his feet, you sobbed, pain filling your body as you were so prepared, so close to releasing, “Captain,” crying, your foot shaking from the awful tension erected in your lower stomach, your pussy mindlessly twitching, trying to make up for lost touch.

He leans towards your face, gripping your jaw, slipping his slick-covered fingers down your tongue, “that's what happens when you aren't good, I'm sure you understand that, right?”

“Yes- sir.”

He pitties you, almost feeling bad for leaving you a mess in your tears and exertion, but Eren, on the other hand, loved it. “If you take good care of Eren, you might get what you want.”

Eren helps you up, keeping your wrists bound as he can now take advantage of your wet throat, “she knows how to take good care of us.” Eren praises, petting your head and peeling the stranded hairs out of your face, “you’ve always been so good to me.”

Levi scoffs, “besides when she's being a tease.”

Your captain unzips his pants, pushing them past his thighs.

Sitting on the bed and leaning his bare back against the bed frame, “come over here.”

Like a feeble idiot, you're bringing your body closer to his, he grabs you by your waist, lifting one leg and yanking you over his lap, Eren gets on the bed, his tip spilling precum, “you're gonna sit still while you help your friend out, yeah?”

Levi prepares his cock by stealing some of your slick and lubricating hmself with it, lifting your hips so he can ease you onto his cock.

Pushing yourself onto his hips only made him annoyed, “don't you dare,” you groan, he keeps you somewhat upright by keeping a hold on Erens belt.

Eren gripping the back of your head, directing your mouth onto his cock, your lips wrapping around his tip whilst looking in his pretty eyes, his thick eyebrows furrowed and twisted from the satisfaction your mouth is endowing his needy cock with.

Your tongue licking the bottom side of his cock as you pressed your throat until it was filled.

He just wants to hear you gag, messy face while your throat tightens around him, adjusting to his size.

Your pussy crying and burning from the lack of movement, your Captain torturing you, whining on Eren’s cock, hoping Levi would just move a little, although you knew better than to attempt anything.

Eren rocking his hips against your throat, spit spilling from your chin as he throat fucks you, Levi sees how good of a job you're doing, rutting his hips into your dripping cunt only once to keep you going- cueing you to hurry and swallow Erens load so you can convince them to fuck you.

Pulling out of your throat, strings of spit connecting to his cock as he stops himself from releasing down your throat.

Levi’s pleased with you, so he wants to reward you, ‘she’s suffered enough,’ he says to himself, fucking you on his cock just how you like it. Letting out whimpers of relief; by the time your Captain had decided to fuck you, the base of his cock had already been soaking from your slick trickling down and onto his pubic bone. Erens hand palming your perky tits, watching them bounce at the hands of you riding him.

Reversing on Levi’s cock meant Eren could see your pretty little face twist up, your mouth stuck open as you looked at the man in front of you, you were so precious- if anything- you deserved him, you deserved his affection, and he wanted to give it to you.

“Cap’ gonna cum,” you're body trying to curl up in a ball as he holds you from plunging forward, the movement of your hips bouncing back and forth on him, your ass slapping on his cock, the sound of skin loud, which he used as encouragement to plant his seed in you. Such a vicious noise as Levi keeps you still, rutting his hips into yours as he's pulling your head back by a handful of your hair. Your body left with shockwaves as he fucks any sort of knowledge, words, and sounds out of you; you're silent, mouth ajar as you're eventually worthy enough to reach your high.

Your head spinning, eyes being surrounded by a warm white as you're clenching around him to suck him in deeper, your holes twitching as you're frozen still from the orgasm erupting from your body.

Levi grunting as he fills you up with his load, thrusting his hips into you to plant his seed as deep as possible into your beaten little cunt.

“That's right, so pretty- I bet that felt good, didn't it?”

“It did- ‘need more, Eren.”

Eren smirks, face glowing with pride, so vulnerable you were, a girl with needs- his girl, and he had all the antidotes for your selfish little troubles. You were always so willing, truly, you were the perfect participant.

“I think I should untie her, what do you think?”

“Go on and do it, I think she deserves it.” a sigh of relief leaving your lungs as you're set free, rubbing your raw wrists while Eren is easing you on your back, his hands caressing every inch of your sore body, gently squeezing when he gets a good handful of your soft flesh. Up your thighs, under, your perfect waist and sides, he wanted it all-and he wanted you at his disposal.

And thankfully, you wanted them all to yourself too.

Eren knew he wouldn't last long, he's been waiting too long for you, so he doesn't spare any seconds, kneading your tits; giving each of them the right amount of attention, rolling your nipple between his fingers, lightly tugging as he's pushing past your little hole, “filled with so much cum already, you like bein’ a cocksleeve? You like being stuffed, huh?”

Nodding, “yes- I love it s’much, love it!”

Levi holds your wrists above your head.

Eyes rolling back, Erens cock drilling into you, your body shaking as he tears another orgasm out of you, you cried and screamed, Levi inserting his two fingers down your throat to shut you up as Hanges room was no more than ten feet away.

You loved it, you loved it so much- you loved being the center of their attention, you adored being their little ragdoll, how they could fuck you into oblivion so mercilessly, yet make sure you get your fix.

His cock knocking into you, hitting your cervix, which sent moans flying out of your throat, gripping his wrist tightly while he held your thigh up around his waist.

You deemed it your job to please them, to take care of them, and they felt the same- it was the implicit rule of this situationship.

Erens trying to instill as much self-control as he can bear to keep, but it's merely no use, he’s slipping, and fast. His cock constantly slamming into your nerves sent you into a spiral, every thrust fucked your eyes to the back of your head, “fuckin’ you stupid huh- I missed this tight cunt.” Eren spits, the sweat from his body dripping onto your sticky body as your pussy goes numb.

“I love your cock- love it s’much Eren,” your beautiful voice could alone bring both men to climax, he uses it as motivation to cum deep into your pussy. Levi wiped the drool from the side of your lip, along with your tears as he watched you.

Eren pulled out, light moans as he shivered, spilling his seed on your stomach, a mantra of your name falling from his tongue as he tried to regain control.

With you left fucked out on the bed as they got dressed, almost like a routine- you're left struggling to put your clothes on as Levi is trying to rush the two of you out of his room so he can strip his sheets.

“Don't get caught.” He's warning, seeing the two of you out, you're practically trudging through the corridors with Eren at your side as you feel more of a mixture of your cum soak through your underwear and legs, your jeans getting damp with each step you took.

Right as you neared the bedroom door, thankful to be able to strip yourself of your clothing in only a few minutes, Eren ensures you get to your room safely, but no one is that lucky- are they?

“Whatcha’ guys up to?”

Before catching a glimpse of your face, you're gasping and looking away, Eren turning around to see Connie and Jean, “busy?”

Eren laughs, casually speaking, “does it look like it?” he looks more or less as disheveled as you did, his hair falling from the hair tie, while you looked a mess.

“She looks like she just got hit by a bus.”

Your body barreling over in embarrassment, you find it hard to look at them, Jeans’ eyes doubling in size as he sees the unfamiliar piece of fabric in your hand.

“Is that- your bra?”

[celestialarchon]

The Celestial Archon

Chapter One: A Storm of Stars

Genshin Impact x F!reader

In the first chapter, you may find the mystery archon described in a way that doesn’t fit you. That’s okay, it will change to each individual’s own tastes with time. The archon is described a certain way for reasons regarding the story line!

WARNINGS: lots of genshin spoilers, mentions of blood/violence, & mentions of injury.

tag list! @pebblegwn @krexpe @rockinaflock @creation-magician @noythe @weightlessrose @kclremin @vievi @simpinforkirari @red-riots-crocs

Our story began when Mona, the esteemed astrologist made a bold declaration. The stars foretold the return of a mysterious eighth archon. With this information, the most influential people of Mondstat and Liyue set a plan into action. The beloved traveler and his sidekick were quickly dragged into the preparations for the Celestial Archon. Aether and Paimon were looking forward to resting after weeks of hard work but unfortunately were interrupted by a star falling from the heavens. And so, we continue onward with our adventure.

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Aether’s legs were sore, his knees began to buckle as he finally made it to the entrance of dawn winery. He yelped, falling forwards and closed his eyes preparing for the impact. It never came as two sets of hands grasped the boy and steadied him. Diluc, the esteemed owner of Dawn Winery sighed as his brother gently removed the mysterious young woman from Aether’s back. The red headed man scowled as the traveler’s knees buckled once more, catching the now unconscious boy.

The knights of favonious stood outside the winery, watching the two men carry the weakened traveler and mystery lady. With the stars still falling in the distance it was quite a sight to behold. Mona gasped as Kaeya approached, the woman in his arms still still sleeping. Her hair was long and wild, strange silvery tattoos danced on her skin, and her body was frail. Kaeya tried to be gentle with her, holding her bridal style but he could feel her losing strength and the warm blood from a wound staining his shirt.

Noelle rushed forward to remove Aether from Diluc, “My apologies Master Diluc, but this young lady needs a free room immediately.”

Diluc nodded, grimacing at the sight of the wounded woman in his brother’s arms. He pushed the doors to Dawn Winery open, making his way to the nearest guest room. Kaeya followed him and Jean yanked her younger sister along. The room was simple with a bed, night stand, and single chair. Kaeya set the woman down on the bed carefully, and rolled her over to see the back of her top soaked.

“Kaeya, go wash up.” Jean ordered, unsheathing her sword.

Diluc steered his brother out of the room while Jean got to work. With speed and precision, Jean’s sword cut the cloth away from the injury. Her eyes widened and she stepped back as the wound as freed. Barbara peeked around her sister and felt nausea building up. Noelle entered the room to see the two sisters in shock. Jean’s eyes were filled with a mixture of sadness and disgust.

“Did she have wings?” Barbara whispered, eyes never leaving the back of the woman.

“No, this isn’t a tear. Somebody or something did this to her,” Jean gritted her teeth, “they carved it into her.”

Noelle glanced over them to see something incredibly awful. There were two deep and wide gashes starting at her shoulder blades and meeting at her tailbone to make an upside down v symbol. Her breathing was shallow as the air hit the open wound. Barbara made her way to the bedside to infuse the wound with hydro energy and try to help the pain.

“Noelle!” Jean barked, “Find the Alchemists and tell Albedo to set up a direct teleport point here. Bring Sucrose here, we will need all the help we can get.”

Noelle nodded and dashed out the door, nearly colliding with the knight’s librarian. Lisa frowned but ignored the rushed girl and stepped into the room.

“Lisa,” Jean sighed as the woman walked in.

Lisa’s hand found its way to the dandelion knight’s shoulder, “Yes, acting grandmaster?”

“Please send word to Liyue Harbor that we need the aid of their best herbalist right now. This is urgent. You may also inform the adepti and Zhongli of the archon’s arrival but we need aid now.” Jean’s tone was serious, it struck a chord of anxiety in Lisa.

Without a word, Lisa strode out of the room and began to do as she was asked. Barbara continued to ease the pain of the sky goddess but grew more worried each second. The wound was infected. Sucrose burst in soon after, tears forming at the sight before her.

After what seemed like an eternity, Liyue Harbor’s esteemed top herbalist arrived with a small zombie girl. Together, the best healers from both countries began to work hard. They poured all their energy into their work and successfully removed the infection. By the time the sun began to come up, the wound was rapid healed but scarred terribly.

Though morning approached, the temporary residents of Dawn Winery found themselves crawling into bed to get some rest. Jean didn’t want to leave the eight archon’s side but was convinced to by her loving sister. The healers slept all day and all night long, missing the arrival of Liyue’s highest regarded people and adepti. Not a single soul dared to peak at the mysterious goddess as she slept, in fear of interrupting her much needed peace.

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24 Hours had passed since the arrival of the eighth archon. The herbalists and knights began to wake finally as morning approached. Unfortunately, when they went to check on the strange woman and her injuries, the room was empty. Dread set over Dawn Winery with the goddess of the stars missing once more.

Noon soon came to pass but there was no sign of the Celestial Archon. Everyone had split up to search for her but had no luck. Aether was frustrated and panicked as he fell onto the grass. Suddenly a large gust of wind blew him over, Paimon clutched to his hair as a winged blue beast shot across their line of vision.

“Dvalin?” Venti stood abruptly, “Could it be..”

Realization hit Aether, “Let’s go! We need to follow him!”

Aether, Venti, Kaeya, and Lisa trailed behind the dragon. Paimon screamed at them to slow down but they were too focused to care. Finally, out of breath, they stopped. Dvalin had landed on the edge of a cliff, his head leaned down to press his snout against the cheek of a beautiful woman. Her hair was still long and wild but not unkempt. Her eyes shone bright like stars and her skin seemed to glow under the sunlight. Aether was awestruck. Was that really the same person he rescued only a day before?

The wind carried her laughter as the majestic beast snuggled up to her. Her hands came up to stroke his scales as her feet left the ground. She truly was floating. Starstruck, Aether and the knights of favonious could only stare. Venti, however, burst forward with a gleeful giggle. The celestial archon turned as the bard crashed into her. Dvalin rested his head atop of hers as her arms wrapped around the childlike god.

“Don’t worry, Barbatos,” She reassured, “I missed you, too.”

“You scared me, you stupid supernova!” Venti nuzzled his face into her chest.

Aether shivered as a growl tore through the air. The noise startled him enough, he fell right on his ass. Xiao shot forwards, ripping the anemo archon off of the celestial archon.

“You bastard drunk,” Xiao’s face was dark, “Don’t touch her as you please.”

“Ehe,” Venti giggled as the adeptus held him by the collar.

Aether stood and sighed, gazing at the shocked woman. He turned, hearing footsteps behind him. Zhongli had found them and the remaining adepti trailed behind him. The eighth archon’s mouth was agape. She flung herself at Xiao, tackling him. Venti escaped the yaksha as the goddess fell ontop of him.

“Oi,” She grinned clutching onto him, “I think I even missed your shitty attitude, pretty boy.”

Xiao’s face was red as he grumbled, “Just shut up, space case.”

Zhongli clicked his tongue, impatient. He pulled the goddess off of the yaksha and embraced her. His sudden affection made her cheeks flush but she returned the hug. Zhongli’s arms tightened around her, fearful that he would wake up from a dream. After a few moments he released her only for the poor bright eyed goddess to be swarmed by the adepti.

She giggled as they each took turns showing her how much she was missed. Even as Cloud Retainer scolded her, the smile never left her face.

“What exactly happened to you anyways?” The female crane adepti grilled the goddess.

A nervous laugh escaped the young woman, “Well, I kept thinking about how my heart was restless. So I guess I kept walking. Eventually this strange darkness consumed me and I couldn’t go anywhere. It was as if all the evil gods I struck down were exacting their revenge. Some time ago, the void I was stuck in opened up a bit and I escaped but was forced into something even worse. There were terrible monsters and powerful beings who sought my abilities I guess. They mistook me as a new goddess and attacked me.”

Aether’s ears perked up. She was talking about the Abyss, he was sure of it. His heart hurt at the way she tried to mask the pain of the endeavor. She reminded him of Lumine a bit.

“So anyways,” She continued, “I ran again and got caught in this space. It wasn’t bad, but nothing happened. I mean nothing, I was actually stuck for real that time and the space seemed to shift around me even though I couldn’t move. Time didn’t pass and my thoughts came to a stop, too. Then I was forced out and I think I was falling? That blonde kid picked me up but I was weakened. Sorry I don’t remember much but that.”

“Forced out, hm..” Cloud Retainer seemed stuck in her thoughts.

“That’s not quite right,” The goddess sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, “It’s more like it shattered? I think I fell with the pieces of it.”

“How strange,” Kaeya started, “It almost sounds like a domain.”

Zhongli nodded, “It does. Let’s not discuss this any further for now, it seems to be a painful topic.”

The celestial archon smiled gently at the geo archon, embracing him again. Zhongli stiffened but wrapped his arms around her again. Aether felt Xiao shift next to him, he glanced at the adeptus and had to restrain his laughter. He didn’t think the rough adeptus could ever pour, but there he was pouting.

After exchanging greetings and parting with Dvalin, the group headed back to Dawn Winery. Paimon had already taken a liking to the goddess of stars. Aether couldn’t blame the chubby fairy, the archon seemed oddly mortal to him. The other Archons carried themselves with grace and authority. The Celestial Archon was strangely human. Her appearance was godly and she did have a sort of divine aura to her but she was far more down to earth then even Venti.

“So why did you leave so suddenly?” Aether’s curious eyes met hers as they hiked back to the winery.

“I, uh, well the sun was calling to me.” A bashful smile formed on her lips.

Aether raised his eyebrows, “Calling to you?”

“Yeah,” her eyes were a bit distant, “It’s as if it was reminding me that the sun is a star, too. It willed me to bask in it I suppose.”

Paimon giggled at the archon’s clumsy wording. Aether pondered over what she said, thinking it was unique. Dawn Winery came into view and the traveler noticed that everybody else had returned. Chaos ensued at their arrival.

“Ahem,” Venti cleared his throat, “This is the eighth archon. The Celestial Archon, Seraphim. I call her supernova though cause she’s beautiful and destructive.”

“Hello! Let’s skip formalities, feel free to call me by my chosen name!” She introduced herself cheerfully.

Everybody chose to ignore Venti’s comment on the goddess being destructive. She was far too kind and gracious to be anything of that sort. Aether was the only one among them who noticed Venti’s words. They filled him with curiosity.

“I’m so hungry,” Paimon groaned.

“Oh, I missed food!” The bubbly goddess yelled, “Let’s eat! Can we eat?”

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The dining room was filled with chatter as they celebrated the arrival of the long lost archon. Paimon was stuffing her face as Venti chugged another bottle of dandelion wine, hiccuping. Diluc sighed as Kaeya poured another glass for himself with rosy cheeks. The scarlet haired man found himself looking for the celestial archon again. No matter how heard he tried to distract himself, his thoughts and eyes always found their way to her.

She was levitating above her seat, giggling as people brought her food to try. Xiao was uncharacteristically calm and looked happy even, as he fed her bits of almond tofu. Zhongli was smiling at her as she took sips of tea. The goddess picked up the small zombie girl and sat her in her lap, letting the child introduce “coco goat” milk to her. Things were going well overall.

Diluc watched as the kind hearted goddess set the child down and excused herself. She glided towards the terrace with a lingering sadness in her eyes. The esteemed Ragnvindr swiped the unopened bottle of dandelion his brother was reaching for and uncorked it. For a moment, the man was hesitant but his legs carried him to the open terrace anyways.

“Hello, Mister Diluc,” The goddess greeted him without turning to look at him.

“Pardon me,” He stopped at her side, “I don’t mean to intrude. This is a gift for you, Dawn Winery’s special.”

She glanced at him through her peripheral vision and held out her hand. He sighed and placed the bottle in her slender hand, watching her take a sip. She returned to staring at the stars above, sipping on the wine. The tycoon couldn’t help but stay by her side, seeing the look of longing she had. He felt that if he left her, she might just disappear again.

“It’s good,” She murmured, closing her eyes.

“Thank you,” Diluc tried to hold back the smile growing on his face, “I appreciate that you’re savoring it and not gulping it down like certain alcoholics.”

A snort escaped from the girl, “Barbatos the esteemed anemo archon and local alcoholic.”

Diluc snickered at her comment. She was so surreal. Everything about her felt dreamy, it was truly enchanting.

“I can leave you alone with your thoughts, I am deeply sorry if I disturbed you.” The man sighed and turned, but was stopped by her fingertips grazing his wrist.

“Diluc Ragnvindr, you are not a bother,” She sighed, “I am just a fool who would rather look for answers in constellations than face the reality before me. For me, not much time has passed since the Archon War. So you’ll have to forgive me if I seem cold, I simply am frustrated and depressed by the changes in Teyvat. I missed thousands of years and it will haunt me for a long while.”

Diluc’s jaw nearly hit the floor at the bluntness of the woman in front of him. He was empathetic to her situation, after distancing himself from everyone around him he had moments of sadness as well. He was also fascinated by her adoration for the stars.

“Do the stars give you answers?” He asked quietly.

She laughed, “Not always, but i’m able to read the constellations of an individual, even you Darknight Hero.”

“Oh, fucks sake that’s mortifying!” He groaned and then leaned in, “Wait. I have a constellation? How much do you know?”

“Your constellation is Noctua, and it’s fairly easy to read. I know that you pretend like everybody is bothering you at all times, because you don’t want to be disappointed again as your brother disappointed you after the loss of your father. You feel the need to be strong and never seen as weak, somewhere between inferiority complex and social anxiety.” Her words made his heart pound.

“But,” She continued smiling, “I understand. I also have daddy issues of sorts. And it often feels easier to put up those walls.”

Diluc was speechless. Their conversation was interrupted by clapping, as Kaeya made his way out of the shadows. Any vulnerability left Diluc at his brother’s entrance. He quickly exited the balcony seeing Kaeya’s smug expression.

“You are interesting,” his voice was almost sultry, “Tell me, what do you see from my constellation.”

The goddess gave him a sour look. She was quiet for a minute, eyes narrowed at the man. He waited, expectantly.

“Pavo Ocellus,” She sighed, “A complicated constellation. You do carry a heavy burden savior of Khaenri'ah. So much of you is shrouded in mystery, although that’s fitting isn’t it? I don’t know enough to see you as a threat, however your dishonest habits and constant tests you put people through seems irritating.”

“Oh, you’re bold,” He grinned, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, “Bold, beautiful, and busty. Just my type.”

“And you say things like that so casually,” She pushed his hand away, making her way back to the dining hall.

“Sir Kaeya, you should be careful saying such things. If you aren’t, somebody might fall for you. It’s like a honey trap. Give the wrong person the wrong idea and you’ll find yourself in a pinch.”

With that, she left the calvary captain alone with his thoughts. He was pulled in by her, but knew she was dangerous. His mind shifted back to Venti’s word earlier and he clicked his tongue. The bard may have been onto something.

When Kaeya returned to the banquet, the Celestial Archon was back to eating and being doted on. Xiao’s glare was locked in and targeted as Kaeya sat a short distance from the goddess. Kaeya merely winked at him, sticking his tongue out slightly. The yaksha’s hand flew to the spear by his side as he snarled at the cryo wielder. The goddess noticed the sudden change in the atmosphere and moved to the adepti’s lap. He blushed and scowled, but set his head on her shoulder.

The young woman’s affection towards Xiao didn’t go unnoticed and soon Zhongli was offering her tea while Venti offered her booze. Even Jean was attempting to seek some attention from the goddess. For once, Diluc and Kaeya had the same thought. That woman is troublesome.

[rhysismydaddy]

Prisoner's Game Pt. 1 (Rowaelin)

Synopsis: Aelin Galathynius never thought of herself as a vengeful woman. Until her boyfriend not only testifies, but leads a case against her that lands her in prison for the rest of her life. Post I-Love-You's. He didn't believe her, and she's about to show him that not only is she innocent, he made the worst mistake of his life betting against her. To a woman with nothing but time, life's just a game, after all.

The cinderblock wall dug into her back uncomfortably as she reclined against it, the air in the room was stale, and she hadn't showered in two days. By any measurement, Aelin Galathynius was far from her best.

And yet she somehow managed to look perfectly at ease--happy even--as she lounged in her cell, toying with the ends of her too-long hair.

It was a ruse, of course, just a little trick to piss off the man currently stomping into her space. By the flare of Rowan Whitehorn's eyes, it worked.

"Hello, Rowan," she greeted pleasantly, giving him a little smile and acting like it wasn't taking everything in her not to use the makeshift knife under her pillow to gut him like the spineless coward he was.

She could tell, even across her 8x12 cell, that he was gritting his teeth and fighting a similar action.

The heel of his expensive Italian loafers clicked as he walked across the space to the small table and took a seat at the steel chair in front of it. He tried to push it out further, but stopped when he realized it was bolted to the floor.

"Aelin," he said back, none of the so-obvious anger he was feeling present in his voice. "Been a long time."

Eight years, six months, three weeks, two days, and thirteen hours.

Not that she was counting or anything.

She nodded her agreement, reclining further on the bed and crossing her legs as if she was in the finest dress she owned, not a faded orange jumpsuit.

"What brings you to my side of town, Rowan? Here to finally switch sides and represent me?"

Dressed in a two-thousand dollar suit and tie, hair perfectly gelled back, he looked like he was successful a lawyer meeting with a wealthy client, but they both knew the last thing he'd ever do was work for her.

"You know why I'm here."

She did indeed, but she still said, "I must be exceptionally smart to know why you've come all the way here-"

"Cut the shit," he snapped, finally losing a bit of his cool. He regained it quickly, though, and continued, "I want to know how you did it."

She frowned at her split ends. "Did what?"

Rowan waited until she looked at him to respond. "You know what."

Sighing so deeply it should've rattled the walls, she said, "I can't believe I've spent the last eight years thinking you underestimated my intelligence. You clearly think I'm some sort of oracle genius."

Rowan mimicked her sigh, and she bit her lip to stifle a laugh.

Probably trying to stall, he spent a moment looking at her cell, at the completely bare walls and lack of photographs. All she had was the tally marks drawn in pencil on one wall and a dusty chess set sitting on the table.

When he'd taken inventory of those two things, he sat and just looked at her.

It was clear she wouldn't admit to knowing exactly why he sat in front of her, and he was simply putting off being the one to fold.

Predictable, proud little man.

Eventually, he took his loss and said, "I want to know how you managed to rob me from inside the most secure prison in Rifthold."

She smiled, a full, undulated smile she hadn't used in a long time.

She'd been planning this moment since the day the bars had locked behind her, and it felt damn good to finally see it come to fruition.

According to what she'd heard, definitely not what she knew from personal experience, the private vault in Rowan's apartment had been broken into. Apparently, only one thing was missing: an antique dagger that had been handed down in the family and was now worth over a million bucks.

"Why do you think it was me?" she asked, still smiling.

He gritted his teeth some more, and she internally snickered at the idea he'd have permanent tooth damage because of her. Something else to remember her by.

Green eyes spitting flames at her, he growled, "You left a goddamn business card."

Aelin forced her eyes up to the empty bed above her head, trying her hardest not to laugh. "Maybe I'm being framed?"

"Your fingerprints were on it."

She did laugh then, then laughed some more when his eyes narrowed. He looked like he was about to strangle her. "Rowan, in case you haven't noticed, I'm incarcerated."

She gestured around them to her cell to prove her point.

The bastard just smiled.

Of course he knows that, she thought bitterly, forcing her hand back to her lap and away from where it'd started to creep toward the pillow.

"So how would I rob you?" she asked, getting her mind back on track.

"That's what you're going to tell me," he demanded angrily. "I want to know how you got out of here, got all the way across Rifthold, broke into my apartment, and stole from me without any surveillance camera picking it up."

Aelin ran a hand through her hair, fluffing it just right. When she caught sight of the impatience on his face, she fluffed it some more and readjusted the thin jacket on her shoulders.

It was always too damn cold in this place. She hadn't been warm in almost nine years.

Because of him.

Just for that, she fluffed her hair some more.

Then she said simply, "I didn't."

"Stop lying!" he shouted at her, eyes flashing.

She wasn't, but that was besides the point.

"Fine." She rolled her eyes like he'd won. "I got my cousin to-"

"Aedion spent the night in Wendlyn. His travel is verified, and there are at least a hundred eye witnesses that witnessed him singing karaoke all night. Stop. Fucking. Lying."

Once again, she wasn't lying.

Aedion sure as hell hadn't been in Wendlyn last night. She'd just wanted to make sure his alibi was air-tight as planned.

Sighing again, she asked, "Rowan, even if I did do it, why the hell would I tell you about it?"

His jaw worked for a moment, and she could tell whatever he was about to say was difficult for him. "I'll get time off your sentence if you tell me what you've done with it."

She tried not to laugh, but she couldn't help it.

It burst out of her, full and uncontrollable, and she flopped over on the dirty mattress and howled for a good few minutes.

He glared at her, looking for all the world like he was experiencing a portion of the rage she was made of, but regardless of the threat in his eyes, she took her time composing herself.

"I'm serving ten consecutive life sentences, you idiot."

One for each and every one of her "victims."

"I'll make it nine," he offered generously.

"Even if I was a cat, that'd still leave me dying in a prison cell. Offer me something else."

He just glared at her, unwilling to give her anything she could actually use or want. Just like she'd expected.

"That's what I thought. So no, Rowan Whitehorn, I'm not accepting your little deal. You can think I robbed you all you want; hell, you can even know, in your famous gut, that I did it." She tilted her head, a cruel smile filling her lips. "But it isn't about what you believe, it's about what you can prove. Isn't that right?"

His eyes shuttered at the words, and just like that, they were sucked into the memory of all those years ago.

~Eight years ago~

~Rowan~

Rowan rolled over, edging away from the woman next to him carefully as to not wake her.

Her hair was spread out on his chest, her soft hand was on his stomach, and her leg was draped over his. By all accounts, she was all over him.

And it felt so fucking good.

He'd never met anyone like Aelin before. Anyone so full of life, so hilariously open.

It was like she was constantly on fire, flitting from one place to the next with endless energy and jabs about him being too old and slow.

"What are you going?" she murmured, nails digging in slightly to keep him where he was.

"To get some water. Go back to sleep."

He leaned down and kissed her brow, and she sighed happily and rolled over. Like a total cliché, he watched her sleep for a moment, trying to get his feelings under control.

They'd been seeing each other for less than a year, but he couldn't imagine his life without her. He was in love with her, and if the way she acted and smiled around him was any indication, she loved him, too.

He ran a thumb over her cheekbone, smiling when she tilted her face into his touch.

He was whipped, and he didn't even care.

Rowan shook his head at himself, pulled on a pair of boxers, padded to the kitchen, and held a glass under the faucet.

Then frowned as it sputtered.

He figured he'd at least make himself useful, knowing damn well she would never agree to call the plumber when she could "figure out how to fix it herself on Youtube."

So he knelt down in her kitchen and opened the cabinet door, trying to see what the problem with the pipe was.

Except he never got that far.

His eyes got stuck on the piece of paper sticking out under a false piece of wood covering the back panel.

Knowing it was wrong to pry but somehow unable to stop himself, he tugged the paper loose.

Then fell backwards to his ass, heart hammering and brain spinning as he read it over and over again.

The list of names wasn't long, but all ten of the people on it were highly distinguished members of society.

And they were all dead.

He wouldn't know that, since the death of the last person on the list wasn't even public record yet, but he was the attorney working with the police to find the killer.

Why did she have this list?

And what did the numbers next to the names mean?

One way or another, he knew he had to find out. He also knew he couldn't ask her. He was in too deep, too unbiased to know whether or not she was lying.

He didn't trust himself with her, so he'd have to go the traditional route.

He took a picture of the paper quickly, tucking it back where he'd found it. He snuck back in the room to get dressed, leaving her a note he had to go to work.

He thought he was going to be sick as he left her apartment, a feeling suspiciously similar to dread coiling in his stomach.

There was only one way she could know that last name, only one explanation that made sense.

But he had to know for sure. Had to know if he'd been an idiot this past year; an idiot who'd spent almost every night sleeping next to the killer he'd been searching for.

So he started investigating his girlfriend.

Six days later, he found the security deposit boxes and the murder weapons inside, still covered in dried blood that would be matched to the victims. All with Aelin's prints on them.

Two days after that, the woman he'd thought was the love of his life was arrested on ten counts of murder.

Despite the tears she shed, despite the promises she made to him, despite the love she claimed to have for him, Rowan told the cops everything.

Even though he couldn't imagine her killing anyone.

"It doesn't matter what I believe, it matters what I can prove."

That was the last thing he'd said to her, right as she was being dragged out of the court room and yelling at him to believe her.

The truth of the matter was that when it came down to it, he didn't trust her enough. The facts were against her, everyone on the jury had been against her, and in the end, Rowan was too.

~Present~

~Aelin~

Rowan shook his head, almost like he needed to clear it from the memory they'd obviously both been immersed in, and she smiled.

She hoped what happened all those years ago still haunted him, hoped he went to sleep at night thinking about her and the betrayal he'd served to her on a silver platter.

The first year of her sentence, she was so lost in emotion--in the rage and confusion and deep, deep hurt--that she couldn't bring herself to do anything.

He hadn't even bothered to ask her first. That's what had hurt the worst.

He'd seen that stupid, stupid list and had jumped to the first conclusion possible.

She knew it had looked bad, had looked like she was guilty, but she'd thought that if the worst happened, he'd at least ask her to explain before slapping the cuffs on her.

But he hadn't. She'd gone to prison, and his career had exploded into stardom from the success of the case.

"See, Rowan, when you refused to accept any other explanation other than the easy one, you made a mistake. Because I didn't kill those people."

He rolled his eyes. "Aelin-"

"And I'm not only going to prove it," she continued as if he hadn't spoken, "I'm going to ruin your precious little life while I do it. Just like you did mine."

She stood, put a hand on the steel table, and leaned over him.

"If you want it to stop, all you have to do is drop these bullshit murder charges and issue a public apology for locking me up in the first place."

He stood too, so close his loafers brushed the toe of her dusty, prison issued sneakers.

"That's never going to happen," he promised, voice uncompromising and angry.

Aelin smiled, having predicted his reaction down to the facial expression.

His pride, she'd decided, would be the first thing to go.

She reached around him to slide the pawn on the chess board forward, leaned in even further, and whispered, "Let the game begin, then."

~~~~~~~~~~

Part 2

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High

Aaron gets hurt protecting Emily. 

For my pal @aubreyprc 

Words: 2.3k

Warnings: Canon typical violence/injury. Some cursing. Aaron Hotchner high on pain meds. 

She was going to kill him. 

First, she was going to check he was ok, kiss him until she was sure and then she was going to kill him. 

Emily anxiously twirls her wedding and engagement ring around her finger, attempting to channel her nervous energy into something other than tearing her cuticles apart. A cup of coffee enters her eye line, and she looks up to see Dave standing in front of her, a reassuring smile on his face.

“It probably tastes awful, but at least it’s something.” He says as she takes it from his hand and he sits next to her. “The others are finished at the scene and are on the way.” 

Emily grimaces at the taste of the coffee as she takes a sip, but for a second it distracts her, takes her mind off the fact her husband is an idiot. 

An idiot who she loved more than anything. An idiot who happened to take a knife to the shoulder for her less than an hour ago. 

“He’ll be ok, Emily.” 

She scoffs before taking another sip of the coffee, grimacing at the taste again. “He won’t be once I’m finished with him.” She shakes her head and looks at her friend. “Why did he do it, Dave? We’ve been together for years and this has never happened.” 

“The guy had his arms around you and a knife against your throat.” Dave says, his eyes flicking to the tiny cut on her neck. “He would have done the same for any of us.” 

Emily closes her eyes at the memory. She wasn’t exactly sure how it happened, how she had ended up on the floor and the unsub had his knife in Aaron’s shoulder in a matter of seconds. The first thing she was really aware of was a gun going off, Derek taking a well aimed shot at the unsub to disarm him, but not kill him, and Aaron lowering himself to the ground next to her with his hand pressed against his own shoulder. 

She had held him against her as they waited for the paramedics, her hand against the wound and her lips against his forehead as she told him she loved him and how fucking stupid he was in equal measure. 

“I know he would have.” She agrees, knowing it was true. Aaron would do anything for the team, take any of their places if they were in danger. She knew he carried a burden if any of them got hurt, more so if it was her, and it would take weeks for the guilt to fade, for her to be able to convince him that just because he was their leader it wasn’t his fault. “It doesn’t make him less of a self sacrificing asshole.” 

“Em-”

“Maybe you can save the lecture for when I’m not sitting in a hospital waiting room wearing a shirt covered in my husband's blood?” Emily says, an edge to her voice that has Dave hold up a hand in surrender as he takes a sip of his own coffee.

Emily knew Aaron would be ok. He hadn’t lost consciousness once, even when she had sat next to him in the ambulance, his hand grasped in hers as he tried to hide the amount of pain he was in. But he had been so pale, the blood loss making him look weary as he tried to reassure her that everything would be fine. 

“Family of Aaron Hotchner?” 

Emily looks up to see a doctor standing and looking around, a kind look on her face as Emily stood, Dave not far behind her, and walked over. 

“I’m his wife, is he ok?” 

The doctor guides them back over to the waiting area, indicating for Emily to sit down, which she does, feeling anxiety rise through her chest. 

“The stab wound your husband came in with was very deep, and the scans show that the tip of the knife broke off against his clavicle.” The doctor explains gently. “The tip of the knife is still in his shoulder, so we are going to have to do surgery to get it out and close up the wound.” 

Emily felt like the wind had been knocked out of her, memories of when Aaron had been stabbed before, so many years ago now, flooding back in a way that took her breath away.

“Is he going to be ok?” She asks, shrugging Dave’s hand off of her shoulder as he tries to provide some comfort, knowing right now it wouldn’t do her any good.

“There are never any guarantees.” The doctor says, but she smiles at Emily again in a reassuring way. “But he has remained conscious this entire time, and spent a long time trying to convince us he didn’t need pain meds.” 

Emily chokes out a laugh at that. “That sounds about right.” She clears her throat, forces down the emotion trying to claw its way up it. “Can I see him?”

“Of course.” The doctor replies. “I need you to fill out the paperwork too.”

Emily stands and follows the doctor, briefly turning back to Dave. “Can you let the others know?” 

“Of course, bella. You go make sure he’s ok.” 

She follows the doctor to the room Aaron is in, and she blows out a breath when she sees him. The wound to his left shoulder is packed tight and he looks so pale it does nothing to calm her concerns. 

“Sweetheart.” He says as soon as he sees her, a strain to his voice as he tries to hide the pain he is in. She walks over to the bed and sits on the edge of it facing him, taking his hand in between hers. “Are you ok?” 

He lifts his good arm to press his thumb to the tiny cut on her neck, the one that had stopped bleeding before the paramedic even arrived, and Emily rolls her eyes at him. 

“I’m fine. And I’m not the one with a piece of a knife stuck in my shoulder, honey.” She scoffs as she straightens the cannula in his nose delivering him oxygen. “You scared me.” 

“I’m sorry.” 

She leans forward and kisses him, a gentle thing against his lips to remind herself that he is alive, and then she rests her forehead against his. 

“It’s ok. Just don’t do anything stupid like die during surgery.” She says, her smile wavering as tears flood her lash line. “I’d hate to have to bring you back to life just to kill you myself.” 

He laughs at that and it makes him jolt in pain, wincing as the movement makes his shoulder burn. She shushes him, her fingers soft against his cheek. 

There’s a clearing of a throat behind them and Emily turns to see a nurse standing there. 

“We need to take you down now, Agent Hotchner.” 

Emily turns back to Aaron and kisses him, more forceful this time as she tries to pour everything into it. She pulls back and smiles at him. 

“I love you.” 

“I love you too.” He says, squeezing her hand.

“I’ll be here when you wake up.”

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The first thing Aaron feels is pain. His shoulder is killing him, a burning sensation lancing all the way down his arm and across his chest. Then he realises how fuzzy his head feels, the tell tell signs of anaesthesia and heavy pain killers in his system, making his brain feel light and heavy at the same time.

He opens his eyes and looks around, unsurprised to see he is in a hospital room. He groans at the light in the room, the brightness of the fluorescent lights making his head swim even more. 

“Aaron.” 

He turns to see Emily sitting next to him, a look of relief on her face. Her presence confuses him, unsure why she was by his side, and why her hand was in his. 

“Prentiss?” He asks, missing the way she frowns when he calls her by her surname. “What happened?” 

“You were stabbed, you had to have surgery.” She stands up, both of her hands now grasped around one of his. She presses a kiss to his cheek and he shrinks backwards, the pain in his shoulder stopping him from moving more. 

“What are you doing?” 

She looks at him, equal parts concern and amusement on her face. “Trying to kiss my husband.” 

“We aren’t married.” He says, and he watches her smile slip away. “That’s mean, Prentiss.” 

Aaron had loved her for years, longer than he had cared to admit. He’d often wondered if she’d felt the same, but this felt cruel. Like she was messing with him when he was so in love with her just having her touch him made his skin feel like it was burning. 

“I could show you our marriage certificate but I don’t carry it with me everywhere we go.” She jokes, a nurse walking in before she could say anything else.

“Oh look who is awake.” The overly cheery nurse says as she sends a smile to Emily. “Your wife was very worried about you.” 

“Not my wife.” Aaron mumbles. Just my beautiful coworker I’m in love with. He thinks, although a small laugh from Emily and the nurse tells him he may well have said it out loud.

“Is he ok?” Emily asks, concern for him sneaking it’s way into her voice. “He knows who I am but keeps insisting that we aren’t married.” 

The nurse finishes checking Aaron’s vitals, making a note on the chart in her hands. “He’s fine, this isn’t totally unusual for someone coming round from anesthetic. I’ve seen some people completely forget who their loved ones are.” She presses a few buttons on one of the machines he is hooked up to. “I’ve set up the next set of meds, so he should sleep soon. Next time he wakes up, try and get him to eat some of the crackers we’ll bring in.”

Emily nods and turns her attention back to Aaron as the nurse leaves. “See, the nurse knows we’re married.” 

“I’d remember marrying you.” He grumbles, eyeing her wedding rings with jealousy. Her husband is a lucky bastard. 

Emily smiles at him, biting her lip to suppress a laugh as he realises he had accidentally spoken out loud again. She pushes some hair off of his forehead, her touch warming him immediately, something familiar about the gesture that his confused brain can’t place. He thinks he sees her get her phone out, but the room is starting to get blurry, his eyes closing against his will. 

“I don’t think you even remember what town we’re currently in, Aaron.” 

“Too pretty to marry me.” He says, his voice thick as the painkillers the nurse had given him start to make him drift to sleep. “Too good.” 

“Go to sleep, love.” She says, a kiss to his forehead as she soothes him. 

He falls asleep to her soft lips against his skin, and he thinks there would be much worse things in the world than being Emily’s husband.

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It takes another couple of hours for him to wake again, and she can immediately tell he’s more lucid this time. A focus in his eyes that hadn’t been present in the few minutes he had been awake earlier.

“Hi sweetheart.” He says, smiling at her in the way he did on their first date, the way it made her feel now no less significant than it had been then. 

“Hi honey.” Emily stands from the chair next to his bed so she can kiss him, and then she settles on the edge of the bed. “How do you feel?”

“Sore.” 

She raises an eyebrow at him, but leaves it, knowing that she won’t get any further admission of pain from him. “I need to make you eat some crackers.” She says, a smirk on her face as she indicates the package on the table next to him.

He groans, the idea of eating anything making his stomach turn. “Do I have to?”

“Yes. But I’ll give you a few minutes.” 

“I’m your husband, you’re meant to be nice to me.” 

“Oh, so now you remember we’re married?” She asks, a wry smile on her face that develops into a laugh at his confusion

“What?” 

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll tell you later. I took a video.” Her smile fades slightly as she takes in the bandage poking out from his gown, the way his arm was strapped to his chest. 

“I’m ok, Em.” 

“I know.” She says, looking back at his face and giving him a wobbly smile. “Today was rough.” She lifts his hand to her lips and presses a kiss to his knuckles. “As soon as you are better we’re going to have a conversation about you sacrificing yourself like that for me.” 

“I’d do anything for you.” 

Emily shakes her head at him and rolls her eyes. “You’re an idiot.” 

“But you love me.” 

Emily smiles and kisses him, pulling back just enough to to speak. “I really do.” 

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She shows him the video footage of him in the hospital as soon as they get home, him in their bed on rest for at least a month. She giggles as he tries, and fails, to take her phone from her, his usual strength failing him with one of his arms out of action. 

He promises all sorts of filthy things, once he’s better, in exchange for her deleting the video, which she does in front of him.

It’s only at the office Christmas party a few months later when it pops up in the montage Penelope puts together every year he realises he’s been duped. 

[aimless-imagines-for-fun]

His

Paring :: mafia dark!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Warnings :: 18+, Smut/NSFW, Dark Themes, Possessiveness, Oral(M Recieving), Deep Throating

Word Count :: 2,787

Summary :: Bucky’s had a long day and you’re the only one he can release his stress on

A/N ::....there may or may not be another part... idk yet.... I just really like Mafia Bucky

Some days were better than others, for both you and Bucky. 

So far, your day had gone swimmingly. You woke up, did an easy morning stretch to help you wake up, and proceeded to clean around your house in your favorite sundress. There wasn’t much to do, with the house usually clean due to Bucky hiring professional cleaners to come once a week. Still, the dishes weren’t going to do themselves. 

The highlight of your day was a package being delivered. A book that you had pre-ordered from one of your favorite authors. After you cooked your lunch, you spent the rest of your day reading the book, sitting on the dark grey couch in your large living room. That was all you could do besides watching tv or doing a small hobby to keep you occupied until Bucky came home.

Bucky’s day, on the other hand, was infuriatingly long. He was a businessman and a mob boss, meaning he’d usually have long days. If he was lucky, he’d just have to deal with some idiot trying to cheat him. Today was an unlucky day. He received a visit from Helmut Zemo, the head of a Sokovian Mafia trying to start up in Brooklyn. 

-

Bucky sat at his desk, leaning back in his leather chair as he stared at the man who just entered his office. 

“I already told you the deal Zemo. There’s no bargaining, if you don’t like it save your breath and get the hell out of here.”

The Sokovian ignored him, walking over to a large bookshelf that was against the wall. “You know, for the most powerful man in Brooklyn, you’d be surprised how quickly some of your ‘people’ are willing to betray you if you offer them enough cash.”

Bucky’s eyes narrowed, a scowl forming on his face. “What the hell are you talking about?”

Zemo glanced over for a moment. “The docks.”

A few nights prior, one of Bucky’s incoming shipments of illegal weapons had been robbed. A small number of men were killed, and the rest were injured. There was also a weird symbol that had been spray-painted around the docks, a sign that whoever had done this was publicly declaring war.

Bucky’s jaw clenched and he was now sitting up straight in his seat. “You did that?” “It was quite easy to.”

“So why the fuck are you here now? I could put a bullet through your head in a second.”

Zemo laughed, finally turning to face the other man. “You won’t because you know I’m not stupid enough to come here without just as many men you have.” He let out a small breath, taking a few steps forward. His gaze moved down to Bucky’s left hand, an eyebrow raising with curiosity. “You haven’t married her yet? She’s a lovely woman.”

In an instant Bucky stood up, his hands balled into fists. If a look could kill, Zemo would be dead and his body burning.

“I came to tell (Y/N) thank you. Not long ago, one of my guys got a bit lost and she helped him. Pietro said she was ‘the kindest girl he’d met’ and ‘extremely helpful and friendly.”

Bucky cursed in the back of his mind. It sounded exactly like something you’d do, you were kind and naive by nature, simply wanting to help people when they needed it. It was what drew him to you, and it seemed like it was attracting unwanted attention from others now.

“I’m gonna give you ten minutes to get the hell out of my territory.”

“Why so generous?”

“It’s a nice neighborhood,” Bucky replied sarcastically.

Zemo walked back towards the door, understanding he had pushed the man far enough. A coy smile crept on his face, looking at Bucky one last time. “I’d keep her better guarded and up to speed if I were you. She’s too innocent to be involved with you.”

Once Zemo and his men left Bucky nearly tore apart his office. It took Sam and Steve a good hour to calm the man down and make sure he didn’t do anything reckless. Once he cooled down, Sam revealed that Tony Stark had been the one to cross Bucky. Tony’s father was the previous big bad until Bucky came around.

-

“I don’t give a fuck what you do Steve, just make sure Tony doesn’t think he’s not get strung up on a tree after I shoot that Sokovian bastard in the head.” 

His voice was full of annoyance and his grip on the steering wheel of his car was so tight the whites of his knuckles were visible. It was one thing for Zemo to publicly humiliate his authority by robbing him, but he had indirectly threatened you by mentioning you to Bucky. You were his and his alone. He had invested far too much in securing you, ensuring that you’d never leave him. 

-

Bucky leaned on the doorframe of your apartment’s bedroom, arms crossed over his chest as he watched you step around the room. “What are you doing?”

“Going home,” You muttered, continuing to pack your suitcase.

“That’s on the other side of the country.”

“I know.”

“I can’t keep an eye on you if you’re in LA.”

You looked up from the clothes you were packing, glaring at him. “I know.”

Bucky let out a huff. “So you also know I can’t make sure you’re safe.”

You let out a dry laugh, eyes rolling. “I’ll probably be a lot safer once I’m far away from you.”

The man pushed himself off the door frame, now approaching you with long strides. “You’re not leaving (Y/N).”

You threw the shirt you hand in your hand down, turning to face him. “Yes, I am Bucky, because you lie to me!” Your voice was strained, eyes looking up at him full of pain.

“I didn’t lie to you-”

“Yes, you did! You lied to me about what you did and you hid the truth!”

When you and Bucky started dating, he told you he ran a large ‘supply and demand’ business in Brooklyn and that was it. Like the naive girl you were, who had just moved to the east coast, you believed him because you fell for him hard at first. He spoiled you and made you feel like a princess in public, and in private you helped him release all the pent-up stress he had built up from work. A few months later, you finally figured out why Bucky was always so protective of you and wanted to know where you were 24/7. 

Bucky could see the tears you were holding back, mentally cursing at himself for being the cause. He cupped your cheek with his normal hand. You had to resist the urge to lean into his hold.

“I know I hurt you, and I’m sorry, but…” His voice trailed off. In a swift motion, his metal hand wrapped around your waist lifting you up and over his shoulder. “You’re not leaving me (Y/N).”

“James Buchanan Barnes! Put me down this instant!” You slammed your fists into his back to no avail. “I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!”

“I love you too darling,” He mumbled, proceeding to walk you out of your apartment.

-

You were on the fourth chapter of your book when you heard a car door slam. You sprung up from your seat, moving as quickly as you could to greet Bucky at the front door. When you got there, you saw he had already let himself inside. His brows were knit together, looking down at the door’s locks.

“Why isn’t the door locked?” He questioned before he even saw you.

With the territorial instinct he had when it came to you and his meeting with Zemo earlier, it was clear he was not happy about such a small thing, no matter your excuse.

“Oh, I must’ve forgotten to lock it when I got the mail today,” You said quietly.

He had lectured you multiple times about how important it was you locked the door, even before you move in with him.

You wrapped your arms around his torso, properly greeting him with a smile like you did every day. You had done this so many times, you noticed how long it took for him to softly wrap a single arm around you before walking away. He was upset.

“Go to the bedroom and wait. Now,” He ordered.

Your heart started racing, wondering what was going to happen to you. If he had stress pent up, he would either wait until after dinner or start kissing you roughly the second he stepped in. He had only acted like this when you pushed him to his limit, like when you threatened to leave him or attempted to run away when he first forced you to live with him.

You sat at the edge of your shared bed, hands holding and fiddling with the hem of your dress. When Bucky was this angry, he was painfully rough to the point where you would begin crying. You quickly began thinking of everything you had done recently, wondering what could’ve pushed him to this point.

He walked in, jacket off and the sleeves to his white button-up rolled up to his elbows. Even though your mind was screaming with fear, your body started heating up with desire seeing him. Especially when your eyes glanced down to his pants and saw a hardness forming. ‘Fuck, he’s been thinking about this.’

Walking up to you, Bucky grabbed your chin with his thumb and index finger, forcing you to look up at him. As a sort of last-ditch effort to get some kindness from him, you gave him a doe-eyed look.

He leaned down, pressing a long kiss against your lips before pulling away. “Get on your knees.”

You took in a deep breath, accepting he wouldn’t be gentle. You pulled away from his cold metal hand, sinking down to stand before him on your knees. Keeping eye contact with him, you managed to under his brown leather belt and navy trousers. You looped your fingers at the hem of his pants, pulling them down along with his briefs just enough for his fully erect shaft to be freed. 

With both of your small hands wrapping around his shaft, you could feel yourself growing wet at the sound of his soft groan. At first, you started stroking his length slowly, leaning your face closer to lick the tip and swirl your tongue around the head.

Bucky didn’t allow you to continue this very long. Only a small dribble of precum was licked up before he grabbed a fist full of your hair from the back of your head and pushed himself further in. Another groan escaped him feeling the warmth of your mouth around his cock. He hit the back of your throat and you gagged, not yet ready for him to go deeper. He did it again two more times, warning you that he planned on having you take all of him in his mouth.

Your hands moved up to his thighs to hold yourself steady and you relaxed your throat the best you could in preparation. Once he started to push his dick further in, you could feel tears start to well up in your eyes as he went down your throat. You moaned each time he shoved his shaft down your throat, sending a soft vibration on his shaft.

Bucky eventually started thrusting his hips into your mouth, fully fucking your mouth as tears started to fall out of your eyes. Watching your glossy eyes stare up at him with his cock down your throat he nearly lost it, feeling his ballsack tighten. Not wanting to cum just yet, he pulled out, a string of your saliva falling off his dick and dribbling down your mouth. You gasped and began panting for air, wiping away your drool with the back of your hand.

He sat on the edge of the bed now, pulling your hips to stand in front of him once you stood up. “Off.”

You took off your dress, followed by your bra and wet panties. Already knowing what was going to happen, you moved to straddle his hips. You and Bucky had had sex numerous times before, but you always needed a moment to get used to his size. He wasn’t going to allow that.

With his large hands on your hips, he forced you down his entire dick, groaning at how tight your walls clenched around him.

“Bucky!” You cried out, body tingling as he filled you up, balls deep. 

He held your hips with such a strong grip you were sure there were going to be marks after. He bounced you up and down his cock, watching you with a dark gaze as you moaned and whimpered against him. Only he could make you feel like this, act like this for him.

He thrusted his hips up, and you moaned loudly, back arching as he hit a sweet sensitive spot. “Please!”

“Please, what?” Bucky asked, knowing full well what you wanted. He wanted you to beg.

“Fuck me right there Bucky! Please!”

More than happy to comply, he proceeded to slam into that same spot, your breath growing faster and cunt tighter each time it was hit. His breath was becoming heavy, and his movements ragged.

He watched as you looked down at him fucking you and saw you shudder. “Ah!” Your walls tightened and your release hit you, juices pouring out. Feeling you release triggered his own orgasm, releasing inside of you. You could feel spurt after spurt of hot cum filling you up and your tight cunt gladly took it.

He finally stopped bouncing you, rolling his hips into you and allowing you a few seconds of rest. He pulled his limp dick out but watching your pussy drip with a mixture of both your cum, he found himself hard once again. 

You barely had any time for your mind to clear up after, your eyes widening as Bucky forced you on your hands and knees. Not sparing a single second he rammed back into you, his hand smacking your ass hard. 

You let out a cry, the stinging pain from the spank only lasting for a short while before you felt the pain and pleasure of him filling you up again. 

“Tell me how much you love it,” He breathed out, watching your ass bounce against his hips with each thrust.

“Bucky!” You moaned out, your walls tightening around him again.

You barely had any time to recover from your last high and still sensitive. You started moving your ass against him, feeling his ballsack slapping your clit each time he thrusted. 

“I love it so much!” You breathed out. “I love feeling your big dick fill me up and fuck me!” 

You bit your lip, feeling the juices drip down your thighs. Your arms were starting to grow weak, barely able to hold yourself when you screamed again. Your pussy tightened and released, begging him to cum and fill you up again.

His large hands buried into your hips, continuing to fuck you as you released around him again. His build-up was growing with the sight of you taking his cock, thrusts growing sloppy. 

Bucky wasn’t blind and could tell your arms were going to give out. So, he released his grip on you with his metal arm to lean over you. He wrapped his arm around your chest, holding you up while squeezing your breast. 

Hearing your soft whimpers as he still fucked you did it for him, his hips bucking to release another hot load inside of you. He stayed in you until he finished then pulled out, releasing you to collapse on the bed. 

Weakly, you turned yourself on your back to look at him, face flushed and tear-stained. He lowered himself above you, metal arm pressed down near the side of your head to keep him above you. Bucky’s eyes danced over your facial features. His gaze moved down, watching your chest rise with each pant before looking at the mess in between your legs.

With his other hand, he reached down and dragged two fingers up your wet folds, gathering the juices on them. When he raised them back up to your face, both of your hands grabbed him and began to suck and lick his fingers clean.

“Christ you’re fucking beautiful.”

He pulled his fingers away, smashing his lips against yours. You wrapped your hands around his neck, a hand moving up to play and tug on his hair as you kissed.

[autumnsart22]

The Night Before: Possessive Levi smut 🔥

Warning! Angry sex, degradation, light bondage

This is technically a prequel to “Waking up with Levi”, a fluffy Levi oneshot; if you’re interested, you can find it here!

Dear god please find me a man that looks at least a quarter as fine as this ^ pleaseeeeee

Art by @/lvovdcn on Twitter! 

Usually you weren’t the type for petty resentment and revenge. It was too childish and took more energy than you were usually willing to put in…  but usually you weren't this angry. And at Levi, at that.

Levi, your captain, scout leader, and...fuck buddy.

You mostly used each other for a physical distraction, something to keep your minds off the horrific things you saw each day and the people that you lost. You had both mutually agreed to keep it physical only, since having any sort of relationship would only result in distraction--something neither of you could afford.

But he made it hard. It was hard when he stroked your hair absentmindedly, or when he grumpily taught you how to make tea after your atrocious attempts, or when he had stood beside you for an hour in the darkness after your friend had been killed, a silent presence as he grieved with you.

It was especially hard when your friend and fellow squad member, Petra, confessed her feelings for Levi to you, her cheeks flushing a lovely pink and her smile growing shy. You had forced yourself to smile, nodding along with her, even as you wanted to scream.

Levi had immediately noticed your bad mood later that day, as you both worked on paperwork in his office.

“Spit it out,” he had grunted, making you cross your arms.

You glared at him, before saying as lightly as possible, “Petra should be coming here to confess her feelings to you soon.”

“Petra?” He didn’t look up.

“Mhm. She just couldn’t stop going on about how handsome and confident you were. Seems like she really likes you.”

“Are you jealous?” A slow smile was tugging at his lips, and you gritted your teeth.

“Of course not.”

“So you’re just being a nuisance?” He met your eyes, but you stayed silent, pretending to look back at your paperwork. Levi didn’t wait for your response as he continued. “Maybe I should just replace you with lovely Petra if you’re going to keep being a brat.”

He was just trying to get a rise out of you; you knew that. But your fists still curled.

“Should fuck her instead? Hmmm...maybe when she comes to confess...”

You stood up, furious and hurt. “Go ahead and do it,” you snapped.

“Ok, then you’d better go before she comes. We wouldn’t want an audience.”

You gritted your teeth so hard you felt them scrape, but you didn’t pause as you stormed out the door.

///

That had happened three days ago, and you had been ignoring Levi since then. He hadn’t reached out to you either, making you wonder if he actually had fucked Petra and decided he didn’t want you anymore. It seemed like the opposite of something he would do, but still.

To make matters worse, you saw them together in an empty hallway, standing close as Petra touched his arm, and he didn’t pull away.

Which was how you ended up sitting next to Commander Erwin and scout leader Hange at dinner, instead of your usual place with Levi and the rest of your squad across the hall. You could feel eyes on you as you spoke with Erwin, laughing at his awkward jokes and telling him animated stories about your last mission. Hange knew exactly what was going on--she had figured out that you and Levi were meeting up only a week after you started--but she decided to play along. You’d have to thank her later.

Towards the end of dinner, she giggled quietly beside you. “Levi looks like he’s about to kill someone.”

You ignored her, turning back to Erwin. “Commander, I have been feeling a bit sick lately. Is it possible for me to be excused from training tomorrow?” The blonde man looked at you in concern, but nodded. “Of course. I can talk to your scout leader about your absence.”

“Thank you so much,” you said and smiled as radiantly as possible, allowing every bit of dredged up happiness shine through.

Erwin looked a bit flustered for a moment, before placing a hand on your forehead. “Are you going to be ok? Do you need medicine--?”

A chair scraped violently across the hall, and Hange muttered gleefully, “Uh oh.”

You forced yourself not to look over, continuing to look at Erwin. “Thank you for your concern Commander, but I think I’m--”

You felt your chair get yanked back, and then you were staring into Levi’s steel grey eyes as he glared at you. “Excuse us, Commander, but I need to speak to my squad member for a moment.”

Erwin blinked at you in shock, but Levi didn’t even look at him as he literally dragged you from the room.

“What the hell!” You snapped as your captain wrenched you into his office, but you closed your mouth as he slowly turned, his face livid.

“What was that,” he growled, slowly stalking towards you.

You swallowed. “Am I not allowed to speak to my Commander?”

“My Commander?” Levi snarled, palm slamming on the wood next to your head. “It sounds like you want to fuck him.”

“Maybe I do.”

Levi’s face twisted, and you gasped as he gripped your thighs. “You’re really such a slut, aren’t you?”

You struggled to breathe as he violently shoved your pants down, his hand tracing down your stomach before curling in between your thighs. You could already feel moisture pooling within your underwear, and you tried to press your legs together to keep him from picking up on it.

Too late.

“Fuck, how are you already so wet?” He chuckled darkly in your ear. “You really want me that bad, huh?”

“N-no,” you whimpered, but then Levi was sliding a finger deep inside you, and the sound you let out proved yourself completely wrong.

He raised his eyebrows, pulling his hand from your pants (to your dismay) but you didn’t even get to open your mouth before he was lifting you up and throwing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He was shorter than you by a few inches, and yet he carried you with such ease, something that you knew made him feel infinitely smug. What a stuck up bastard.

“What are you doing?” You gasped as he kicked open the door from his office to his adjoining bedroom, where he tossed you on the neatly made up sheets.

“You were trying to get a reaction out of me, right?” Levi growled, crawling over you and pinning your wrists above your head. “Well you got one.”

He crashed his lips against yours, shoving his tongue between your teeth and kissing you hard enough to bruise. You opened your mouth, biting his lower lip gently as you wiggled your hips impatiently. You tried to pull your hands away, but he held onto you tightly, forcing you to remain still as he used his other hand to literally tear your clothes off.

“Mmmmmh…” You sighed as he ran his hand along your stomach, around your breasts, and then he was between your legs. You had already ditched your pants, and you gasped as he jerked your legs apart, sliding down between them. You could feel his hot breath on your skin, and you trembled as he kissed your inner thighs gently, inching closer and closer to your center.

“O-oh god,” you whimpered, meeting Levi’s dark gaze.

Without warning, he slipped a finger deep inside you while finally laying his mouth on your clit, and you let out a breathless scream. Your hips bucked up, but he lay his hand flat against your stomach, forcing you to stay still as he ate you out.

Your entire body trembled as he shifted one of your legs over his shoulder, and your eyes rolled back in your head as he twisted his fingers, clenching down hard as you came.

“Ah-oh fuckkk….Levi--”

“What did you just call me?” He stood up slowly, licking your access juices off his fingers, and he glared down at you.

“I-I’m sorry, Captain.”

“Right.” He leaned over you, gripped your chin tightly as he surveyed your messed up hair and glassy eyes. “Could Erwin ever make you feel like this? Huh?”

You swallowed, a bit of your anger coming back. “Well I heard he has a bigger--”

Levi snarled, cutting you off as he unbuckled the harness on his chest, tugging it off. Your throat went dry as he wrapped it solidly around your wrists, buckling the other end to the bedpost behind you.

“What were you saying?” He said, his wild face inches from yours, and you swallowed.

When you remained silent, Levi slid off the bed and started ditching his clothes, all while surveying your naked body on the bed, arched and helpless before him. Fuck, that’s hot.

He practically pounced on you when he was finally free of the rest of his gear, positioning himself impatiently between your legs. You jerked and moaned as he slid himself slowly inside you, allowing you to feel the press of his dick against your walls.

“Ah-fuck-” he grunted low in your ear, and you arched your back against him. You tried to move as he began to thrust slowly inside you, tried to get him to pick up the pace, but with your arms bound, there wasn’t much you could do.

“More,” you moaned, and Levi grinned, unrestrained for the first time.

He slid out of you, repositioning your legs so they both were lifted over his shoulders, and then he slammed back in. You practically screamed as he hit deeper than he had before, and your hands clawed helplessly on the pillows above your head.

His hips snapped to meet yours over and over, and his panting moans had you seeing stars as the sound of your sex filled the room.

“What if I brought Erwin in here to see you like this? Do you think he would still like such a dirty whore like you?” Levi snarled in your ear, not pausing his movements. His hands gripped your hips hard enough to bruise, and you threw your head back with a cry. “Do you think he’d get off to seeing you like this? All fucked out and sexy?”

You clenched down hard, whining as you felt your stomach tighten for a second time. Before you could come, Levi stopped moving, gripping your face.

“That’s not going to happen, do you understand? Because you’re mine. No one else gets to see you like this.”

You nodded frantically. “Yes, Captain...”

Levi moaned softly at the use of his title, and then slammed all the way to the hilt. It didn’t take long for your lost orgasm to come rushing back, and you breathlessly sobbed as it washed over you, making your entire body tremble and shake.

Levi didn’t stop, slamming into you harder than before, and the overstimulation on your clit had you practically in tears. But luckily, it didn’t take long for him to finish, and you felt his cock twitch inside you as he painted your walls with his cum, groaning your name.

He collapsed on top of you, his dick softening, and you grunted at his weight. He was still heavy despite his short stature, and you could barely breathe.

“Levi, get off,” you groaned, wriggling under him, and for a long moment he didn’t respond. You thought that maybe he had fallen asleep (he could fall asleep abnormally fast for some reason) which would be quite unfortunate since your hands were still tied up above you.

“Do you actually want to fuck Erwin?” He finally said, his voice was low against your collarbone, and you blinked in surprise.

“No…” You swallowed tightly, before forcing out, “Did you sleep with Petra?”

He raised his head, his grey eyes serious. “Of course not. Did you actually think I would?”

You blushed. “I don’t know... I saw you with her so I thought…”

“I told her I’m not interested.”

“Oh. Ok.”

“I’m interested in you.”

You smiled a little. “Will you untie me?”

He grunted in annoyance, but pushed himself onto his elbows and tugged the harness from around your wrists. “Brat.”

“I’m tired.”

“Ok.”

You shifted down under the sheets, grabbing his arm. “Can I stay?”

“Tch. Fine.”

You smiled against his skin, curling against his side as your eyes began to droop.

“Goodnight.”

“Be quiet.”

You can read Waking up with Levi here !

[forever-rogue]

Hii! From Prompt List 1 can u do number 3,51 and 243 w javier peña please ✨

Also i love ur writings so much ⭐

3. "Am I supposed to be scared of you?"

51. "Go on them, tell me. Tell me you don't love me."

243. "Oh my God, you're in love with her!"

Enjoy!

Javier Peña x Fem!Reader ; warnings: language

Javier Masterlist

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"Tell me," there was nothing but venom lacing your voice as you stared at Javier. Your face was slick with tears as you tried to keep your lips from trembling. You wanted to break down, gods knew you did, but you weren't about to give him the satisfaction. You would do that as soon as he walked out of your apartment for what would be the last time, "go on then, tell me. Tell me you don't love me."

"Don't do this cariño," the bastard had the audacity to try and call you by your pet name, "you know this is the way. The only way."

"You're such a damn liar," you hissed at him. You should have seen this coming. You should have known. 

You shouldn't have fallen in love with Javier Peña.

"We always knew what we were doing was wrong," it was a meek insistence, hollow and empty and neither of you quite believed it, "it was never supposed to go this far."

"This far? This far?" you wanted to scream, to grab his shoulders and shake him, to knock some sort of sense into him, but instead you just stared at him, eyes glossy with unshed tears, "did you think we would fuck and that’s it? I told you it was never going to be just that. And you never seemed to have a problem with that."

"You need to stop," this time it was more firm and his nostrils flared as he tried to control the hit of rage that had seemed into his bones, "we both knew what this was from the start. It was just sex."

"You're here, in my apartment, lying to my face," you sniffled as you dabbed at your eyes and wished you would wake up to find this was a horrible dream. You wished you'd wake up, wrapped in his arms while he slept soundly, like you had so many other times. You wished, you wished, you wished. But that didn't change the reality of the situation, nor the gravitas of it, "if you can look in my eyes and tell me you don't love me - never loved me - do it. If you can do it, I'll let this go."

"You're being ridiculous," he huffed and rolled his eyes ever so slightly as his hands went to his hips. 

"I'm being ridiculous?" your voice rose up about two octaves as you realized just how hysterical you did sound. But it didn't matter - once Javier had made up his mind, he was a stubborn piece of work. But you refused to let this go, "I'm not the grown man that won't even admit his own feelings. That runs every time something comes up. That shuts out everyone and everything anytime it gets real."

"Maybe you're just thinking too much into this!" and there it was - the fiery temper that he was famous for. It wasn't shocking because it had suddenly jumped out; it was shocking because he'd never raised his voice at you, "maybe you just want to make something out of nothing! It was never anything - it was just sex. Why can't you just accept that?"

"Am I supposed to be scared of you?" you raised your voice and yelled back with just as much as anger and spite as he spit at you, "you're a liar and a coward. You can't even look at me - if you don't love me fucking tell me!"

"I'm not doing this right now," he huffed as stepped over the threshold, shoulders rising and falling in rapid movements as tired to control his anger, "I'm done - whatever we had, its over now."

"Javier," you tried to reach for his hand, but he was quick to pull out of your grasp, causing you to sigh heavily, "don't walk away - not like this."

"There's nothing left to say," he insisted quietly, staring at the floor, rather than daring to look in your eyes, "I'll see you at work and that's that. Everything else is done. Obviously you cannot handle this."

"You're just going to walk away," you were incredulous as a few tears of grief and anger rolled down your cheeks, "fuck you, Javier. I hate you." 

You slammed the door shut before he could say anything else. Tears were heavily pouring down your cheeks and spilling onto the cool slide as you sank to the floor. Small ugly little sobs racked your body as you gave up and in to your pathetic inner, upset self. You loved him, you really, really did. You knew that. 

You knew he loved you too. You knew he was scared. Damn scared. And it was okay - if he would have opened up to you.

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“You look like shit,” Steve barely looked up from his coffee and morning review of documents as Javier stormed in, practically slamming himself down in his chair. He groaned and flipped Steve the middle finger before reaching for his cigarettes, effortlessly lighting it up and leaning back, “what happened to you?”

Javier closed his eyes but remained silent, a vain attempt at letting his mind wander too far. He hadn’t slept the night before, mind and thoughts racing over and over with snippets of his conversation with you. Your words had stuck in his mind all night: coward, coward, coward. And you had been right. 

He was a coward; pathetic and scared all because he didn’t want to risk getting hurt. Or hurting you. And in the end he had managed to do both. It was never supposed to go this far, it was never supposed to be anything more than sex, but the lines had become so blurred and so fast, and before he knew - he was in love.

And that terrified the shit out of him. 

So he reacted how he tended to do; to push you away. To isolate himself. It was supposed to be easy, supposed to work. All it had down was leave him with regret eating him up alive. He should have admitted you were right, he should have confessed. If there was anyone worth taking a chance on - it was you. He’d known it was you from the first time you’d had sex it was just...different. Different from every other experience he’d had. And gods, how he’d slowly fallen for all the little things you did, all your little quirks. 

Your smile, that laugh, those eyes that seemed to convey a million emotions at once. Your steadfast stubbornness, the fact that you always called him on his bullshit, how you never backed down from confrontation, how you gave so much to others and asked for so little. How you’d chide him for getting even a papercut, and how you’d love him, even when he didn’t ask you to. How you;d take him in your arms, wordlessly, and give him everything he needed and then some, how you’d chase away his fears and pain. How - 

Everything. 

He was in deep, and when it came down to the wire, he’d run. Like a liar and a coward. 

His eyes snapped open and landed on the desk, the spot you normally occupied and found it empty. A scowl tugged on his features as his brows knitted together, “where is she?”

“Hmm?” Steve looked back up and followed Javi’s line of sight before he shrugged lightly, “I talked to her this morning, said she wasn’t feeling good.”

“Bullshit,” he hissed under his breath, just enough for Steve to hear, “did she say when she’s coming back?”

“I dunno, Javi,” Steve sighed heavily, “she’s a grown woman, if she’s not feeling well, she’s not feeling well. She’ll be back when she’s better. Calm down.”

“Steve-”

“Oh god - you’re in love with her. Aren’t you?” the smirk tugging on his features was undeniable as Javier rolled his eyes but refused to look over, “I knew it - everyone knew it.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” his mouth went dry as he looked at his partner and felt like slamming his head against the wall. Of course. It’s so obvious.

“I mean...it’s just...everyone’s known, Javi,” Steve couldn’t help but laugh at the surprised look on his face, “it’s so obvious. You’re different because of her - for her. You might be the last person to know. Shit...you haven’t told her, have you?”

Javier made a small sound in his throat but otherwise remained silent as he stared at your desk. Not feeling well my ass, he thought to himself before running a hand over his tired face. 

But you didn’t come back the next day. Or the day after that. Or the day after that. Or - 

Shit. He had really messed up. 

You were all he could think about, plaguing his waking and sleeping hours as he tried to figure out what to do. His mind was on you as he sat in the office and smoked cigarette after cigarette and glossed over paperwork. You were in his every thought as he and Steve chased after some of Escobar’s men; so much that he almost slipped up and let them get away. 

By Friday afternoon, he couldn’t handle it any longer. This was ridiculous and he was going to put an end to it all, one way or another.

Javier almost jumped out of his seat, grabbing his leather jacket and half empty pack of cigarettes without a word as he stormed out of the office. Steve barely looked up in time to catch him, his question dying on his tongue as he watched his partner storm out. He didn’t have to ask to know exactly what was going on.

Finally, he thought to himself shaking his head, finally. 

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"Open the door," Javier's voice was commanding but it still managed to shake as he rapped his knuckles against the peeling paint of your door, "cariño, I know you're in there…"

And you were. You were curled up on the couch in your pajamas, an empty bottle of wine on the table as an old, cheesy romance movie played in the background. The lights were off and you were tired, but you still couldn't manage to find sleep. 

You'd avoided going into the office for the last couple of days, feigning illness and earning a scoff from the ambassador, but nothing else was said. In the time you'd been in Colombia, you'd never so much as used a single sick day, so they didn't question you. But of course your partners did. Well, one of them. The other had known exactly what was going and it had been eating him up inside, even if he wasn't ready to admit it.

But his little heart to heart with Steve had inspired him - practically shoved him in the right direction. You'd been on his mind rent free since he'd left. Hell - for much longer than that.

"Go away," you managed to croak out before burrowing further into your pillow, feeling a fresh wave of tears spill down your cheeks at his presence. Knowing you almost had him but didn't was heartbreaking, "you made it clear we have nothing, Javier.”

“Open the damn door,” there was a tone in his voice that you hadn’t heard before - was that...desperation? Javier paused and sighed heavily, “please. I-I...fuck, I fucked up.”

“If you’re going to play some sort of cruel joke, save your breath,” you huffed, “like you said, we are nothing. We’ll be work partners and that’s it.”

There was a beat of silence and a part of you thought he left, you were almost relieved at the thought. But before you knew it, you heard the keys jingling in the lock and the door opened; you cursed yourself for giving him a spare set. Either way, he probably could have figured out how to get in anyways. He just couldn’t let it go.

“Cariño,” he came and swiftly made his way over to you, frowning when he saw you all curled up and the discarded mess around you, "I-"

"Go away, Javi," it was a pathetic plea as you glanced up at him. His heart felt it was going to shatter and break at the sight of your red, glossy eyes as you sniffled at him, "haven't you done enough? Or should I be apologizing for having feelings and being honest about them?"

"I should be begging you for forgiveness," he dropped to his knees beside you, a hand tentatively reaching out to you, as he tried to see if you would pull away. Despite wanting to, instead wishing you could yell and scream, you stay rooted in position as he gently pushed your hair out of your hair. He brushed his thumb gently over your cheek as your eyes fluttered closed at the familiar touch, "I am so sorry."

"Sorry for what?" your brow furrowed at his words, "you made yourself very clear."

"I fucked up - you're right. I am a liar and a coward," he confessed as your eyes snapped back open to meet his. They were gentle, softened in the corners with the crinkles that you adored so much, "I realized I had feelings and I panicked. I shut you out and hurt you."

"My head hurts, Javier," you sighed slightly, "just get to the point."

"I love you," he admitted and suddenly it felt your heart had dropped into your stomach as you stared at him. He was sure you must have heard the wild beating of his heart as he tried to anticipate your reaction, "I-I'm in love with you."

"If this is your idea of a joke," you moved his hand away and sat up, trying to prepare yourself for any possibility, "its even more fucked up than just breaking my heart. I knew what this started this and I should have stopped it when I started to catch feelings but I-"

But Javier didn't let you say anything further. Instead, he cut you off by crashing his lips onto yours and kissing you deeply - slowly and with meaning. It was an easy dance, one you'd done hundreds of times before. But this time just felt...different.

His arms wrapped around your waist as he pulled you close, and yours wound around his neck. Effortless and easy, just like everything with him was. It was anything frenzied or hurried, but slow and gentle as he tried to convey his every thought and feeling through his touch. He thought his heart might burst when he felt your smile whilst his lips, as you carded a hand through his dark locks.

Only when you were both breathless and drunk off of each other did you pull apart. He stared at you, his gaze soft as you grabbed his face and delicately cradled it before pressing another kiss to his lips.

"I hope this means what I think it means or I'm going to have to murder you," you whispered against his lips, as his own tugged into a smile, "because I am in love you and I don't know if I can ever change that."

"It means I'm an idiot," he admitted, "a cowardly fool that ran when things got real - although they were always real. Its obvious, isn't it? I just never realized."

"That's because you gave a thick skull, Peña," you gently tapped a knuckle against the side of his head, "and you need to learn to be more open - with me anyway. You don't have to be afraid, Javi. Not with me; I'm not going anywhere, you know that. I know you - the real you - and nothing about you scares me or whatever you think it is. I love you and that means every little bit of you."

"I…" he paused for a moment, inhaling and exhaling slowly as your words washed over him. His heart had never felt warmer or more light as he realized the immense weight your words held. He closed his eyes and nodded, gently pressing his forehead against yours, "I love you. Fully and completely cariño. Even if I am an idiot."

"My idiot," you promised softly, "just talk to me next time, okay? Don't run and hide - stay with me. It'll be okay, you will always have me."

"Fuck," he whispered as he pulled you into his arms and wrapped you up in the tightest hug possible, "I'm sorry - so sorry. I love you."

"I love you, Javier," you whispered, "stay with me?"

"Always."

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[minshookie]

CEO!BTS Reaction to:

You flinching during an argument.

| !warning! | violence, unhealthy relationships, abusive relationship, yandere Bts, choking and sexual topics 18+, dubcon, oral [fem receiving & giving], strong language [Jimin has a potty mouth!!!] rough play.

| this is not in anyway shape or form a true depiction or representation of BTS, this is a work of fiction and is not to be taken seriously. For entertainment purposes only.|(this is my work, please don’t repost or steal)

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A/N | the amount of time I’m taking to get these request done correctly is embarrassing i apologize. I hope you don’t mind that I turned this into a whole reaction and that it’s not fluffy...lmk if you’d like me to change it I certainly will.

Forgive me for mistakes, though this is edited.

Kim Seokjin...

“Ok well what was that out there?” He spoke ominously back turned to you. “I- we-.” Laughing at your lack of response, he cut you off. “You fucked up that’s what it was hun.”

“Come sit on the desk, I want to see you apologize for making me look like an idiot.” He spat the last part like it was disgusting on his tongue. Already in deep trouble you decided to follow directions for once.

Turing smoothly in his office chair, you could see the resentment in his eyes. “Go on.” You swallowed thickly, his angered glare drying your throat. “I’m sorry for....correcting you during today’s meeting.” He scoffed, “there was nothing to correct!”

“Jin you can’t always be right, if you took that agreement, you’d never hit anything close to pro-” “who’s the boss? Hm? Who’s name is on this desk you have your tight ass planted on?” Mistakingly you let your eyes roll out of pure annoyance.

“Well excuse me?!” He leans forward quickly out of his chair, causing you to fall opposite of him. Pens poke at your back, his name plaque digging into your arm. Evilly he grins in enjoyment. “Found your place yet?, you seem afraid...afraid I’d hit you?” Wide eyed you nod, trapped like a mouse under its predator. Every inch of confidence stripped as he glared deeply into you. “Good.” Before you could even process his statement, you were harshly distracted by his rough hand landing across your cheek. Your head turns the other way as your right cheek tingles and burns. Chuckling he grips your chin forcing you to look at him.

“Find your place, and if you’ve forgotten it, I can help you find it...just like that,anytime.”

Min Yoongi...

Watching in envy, you pushed miscellaneous papers into the shredder. What a bitch! You saw her watching Yoongi all day just waiting for him to go to his office. So she could prance in there, thong up her ass, low cut shirt...the works.

“Yah! Y/N, what the hell are you doing?” Jumping in fear , peeking down you found out what you’ve been shredding. He shoved you to the side turning off the shredder. “All those papers we needed for next week’s evaluation and review meeting...” you looked from the shredder back to him shrugging nonchalantly. Already having Somebody in your boyfriends office flirting him into hard on, the last thing you need is more work. “We’ll go fucking print some more of them.” He demanded his face stiff. Jin never liked you, maybe you’ll have Yoongi fire him.

You walked holding the last remaining sheet fully intact for reference, did Jin really think you were going to the copy room? What a dunce. Ignoring the meeting in progress light you pushed the heavy door open. “Hey y/n I’m sorry we’re in the middle of something.” You could tell he was just laughing at something a tint of red on his cheeks. Him kicking you out...this should be the other way. This hurt. “Me?” You gasped. She turned her silky hair fanning. “Y/n when we’re done I’ll come find you Alright?” She spoke a little above a whisper.“Don’t speak to me.” You glared at her walking further into the office. Obviously she’s confused about her rightful place, and Yoongi is too.

“You, get out.” She stretched her eyes looking back and forth from you to Yoongi. “Now.” “Min you can’t let her kick me out.” She scoffed, “I’ll speak to you later alright.” He smiled warmly,She got up storming from his room. “Yoongi what exactly was that?” He sat back in his chair. “A meeting.” “A meeting with what her left tit?” He closed his eyes harshly at your vulgarity. “No a meeting with your colleague about her position.” He offers the seat in front of him, gladly you take said offer.

“But what you did was uncalled for.” Laughing he leaned forward onto the table. He beacons you to follow, leaning forward you fall right into his trap upset he gripped your face making your cheeks squish. “Don’t ever come back in my office acting this way again, understood?” Nodding the best you could. “Huh? Understood?” “Yeah!” He let go leaving a ache in his wake. Before going back he reached for you again instinctively you pull back as if he was going to strike you. “Hm, I don’t treat you that harsh but I will...keep testing me.” He finished, only coming close to fix your hair.

Kim Namjoon...

Another day held the same daily routine, wake up Joon, cook breakfast, clean get dressed and head to work, work, eat lunch in Joon’s office, work,go home, and restart.

Today Joon had lunch delivered, practically throwing his money like confetti paper, much to the delight of his employees. Both of you sat on the floor of his office, enjoying the home style take out in silence. Without noticing all your attention was being absorbed by your phone. “What’s so intriguing kitten?” Your fingers stopped in their place “just texting a friend.” You looked at him through your lashes before going back to typing. He closed his take out container, he finished his meal and sneakily proceeded onto yours. Surprised by your lack of protests he spoke again.

“Oh yeah? And whose this friend?” He mumbled still chewing. “Someone I might know?” You nodded in response, unsatisfied he got up going to wash his hands in his office restroom. “Their name would be helpful y/n.” Just from his tone alone you could tell he was nearing impatience. “He works here, I’m just helping him...explaining how the log in system works he’s locked out at the moment.”

Joon no longer cared for their name and you knew it. “Oh ‘he’?” You nodded, he came drying his hands with his initialed towels. “New guy...Choi?” You looked up fully for the first time in a while. “Yeah, Soobin.” He nodded,Sitting in his desk turning to some papers. Nothing left to say you looked back down at your massages. “I’d like you to eat though, I don’t want you going hungry.” He ordered you around like a father and you obeyed.

Chewing, you almost choked as Soobin sent a joke that you weren’t ready for. Joon raised a brow, “a funny one huh? Let me see.” He looked down at you hand out flat. Your eyes went doe, there is no way your letting Joon read this vulgar joke. Soobin would be out of a job just as quick as he got one. “C’mon let me see, don’t make me take it.” Maybe he’ll laugh about it too, you gave up the device.

At first he squinted before his eyes grew wide. “ ‘This copy machine looks like the one from those cheesy office pornos....let’s make one?’ Y/N this is who you’re waisting your time on?” Rolling your eyes you went back to your meal, annoyed he didn’t find the harmless joke amusing. “Joon he was joking, it’s not like he knows I’m dating someone.”

You felt wind brush past you and a crashing sound occurred from behind, startled you made eye contact. “I had half the mind to throw that piece of shit at your head.” His angered expression taking you aback, you must’ve forgotten Joon is the extremely jealous type. “Go get it, bring it back to me.” Slowly turning trying not to take your eye off of him, you retrieved the shattered phone. Harshly he took it from your hands. Tapping before turning it to you, “block him.” You flinched at his sudden hand movement. “Don’t flinch away from me, block the bastard, before I’m the one bending you over the copy machine.”

Jung Hoseok...

Slouching in the pool chair you observed as the other women splashed and paddled around like children. You don’t usually go to these types of things, and neither does Hoseok. But this time it was important, he was here solely to kiss butt with his new business partners.

He practically forced you to put on your swimsuit, fully planning on walking you around like a show dog for the evening. Crossing your legs you brought your straw to your lips. You’d planned on getting in the pool, but apparently you weren’t good enough for the other wives...or affairs in the pool at the moment.So to spare the embarrassment you decided to watch.

“Enjoying yourself?” Hoseok came behind you patting your head softly. “Hm I guess.” You placed your drink away. “Hobi I’m ready to go. home.” You pouted, his hand still on the chair he came to your side. “Home? We’ve just got here an hour ago.” Nodding at his true statement you turned to look at him. “Yeah...and now I’m ready to go home.” Rolling his eyes he squatted to your level. “C’mon baby, go make a friend in the pool, splash around yeah?”

“No, I’m tired.” He groaned putting his head on your shoulder. “Y/n, boo don’t be a brat, you wanna go inside, wanna find a bed for you?” “Hm will you stay with me?” He looked over his shoulder, “ah Bruce wants to talk cuts and coverage a bit more, I can show you to a ro-” “nooo hobi!”

Panicking he pinched you to lower your volume. The party in the pool ceased and all eyes were on you. You’d learned how to cheat the system,It usually didn’t take much pouting from you to get your way. “c’mon get up.” He pulled me roughly by my forearm almost making you trip over your feet. He pulled you into the spacious home, up the stairs and into a hall. “Here let’s go in this room hobi.” You could tell by the look on his face hobi didn’t come to rest.

“Do you get off on making me look like an idiot?” He spoke close to your face. “Hey, I told you i wanted-” he covered your mouth with his large hand. “I don’t give a fuck what you want, now shut up and get in that fucking room.” Meekly you followed his order. “I’m sorry hobi.” “Ah I said shut up!” You stood in the middle of the decretive room, “down.” Down on your knees before him he looked down disgusted.

“Now make my cock hard so I can teach you how to use your loud ass mouth correctly.” Hesitantly you leaned forward, he groaned loudly reaching for you making you backwards in response. “Quickly, and don’t you dare run away.” He grabbed your hair, now under his full control.

Kim Taehyung...

“Mm how does it feel being my right hand lady?”

“Well seems like I’m on top of you right now.”

“I love how smart you are baby.”

Taehyung had recently promoted you to his secretary, now you can’t help but be in his office all day. Dreamily he looked up into your eyes as you straddled him. “Round 2 huh?” He huffed making you giggle, “let’s not indulge Taetae.” You nipped at the shell of his ear, he gripped your ass tightly. “What else do you have to do, I distributed your work along all the employees you’re here to have fun!”

“Well the phone has been ringing like crazy let me answer at least one call!” You climbed off, your skirt still scrunched around your waist your panties to the side. “Ahhh the baby wants to feel like a big woman go on answer.” Smiling with accomplishment, you picked up the phone. “Hello this is y/n y/l/n, answering for Kim Taehyung.” It was actually another secretary on the line you took notes as he spoke. You felt so responsible you knew Taehyung would be proud, you looked over to see his approval only to find him not there.

Confused you held conversation, until you felt something warm glide along your thigh making you Yelp. “Ah I’m sorry, Mr Lee, repeat that?” In fear you looked under your desk, mischievously Taehyung winked at you. You went back to the conversation, as he lapped your heat. You were already so sensitive you wouldn’t last a minute more of this. “Stop it please Tae.” You hissed pressing the phone to your chest. He did the opposite, penetrating you with his longest digit. Curling his finger and assaulting your clit, if the lewd sound of slurping could be heard by you you knew it could be heard over the phone. Quickly you hung up, very upset you squeezed his head between your thighs.

“Cumming baby?” “No, quitting.” He pulled back confused “what?” You fixed you panties, pulling your skirt back over yourself. “I asked you to let me do one thing, and still you couldn’t keep off of me.” He crawled from under your desk. “Who was on the phone?” He asked dryly, you looked over your notes. “Mr Lee.” “Oh, he calls everyday for his boss they have nothing to offer so we have nothing to give.” You nodded making a note to avoid his calls. “Anything else?” He shook his head going back to his desk with a deep sigh.

Oh good grief, you huffed falling back into your chair, you’ve gotten upset with him and now he’s going to mope around. “TaeTae, please understand I do actually want to work, we’ve talked about this.” You spun your chair to look at him, he looked at you inquisitively. “Maybe you should go back downstairs, I don’t want to distract you.” You could feel your eyes stretching. “Tae! No it’s not that serious.” “No no, your cubicle is still empty, the largest one.” You crossed your arms. “You’ll get the raise you just won’t be here honey...maybe I’ll offer the position to Sana.” He turned from you to go in his computer. “No, I’m not going.” “Bye Y/n see you tonight.” He mumbled nonchalantly.

“No Taehyung.” He gave a grim chuckle. “Stop being hard headed, go fetch Sana for me will you....love you.” “No kim Taehyung, this is MY job!” The phone rung and you picked it up, “hello this is-” He came pulling the phone from you slamming it to hang it up you flinched harshly. “Y/L/N, I won’t ask you agin, get out or do what I promoted you here to do.” He looked into your eyes devilishly. You complied removing your skirt, playtime was over, you sadly knew your place. “Perfect girl.”

Park Jimin...

“I’ll beat your ass come here. Now.” You stood in his office doorway, fear quaking over you. “Y/n...now.” he leaned on his desk looking you up and down. You walked in to what seemed to be your demise. “The door, close it, lock it.” “Mr Park please.” He got up walking behind you and slamming the door before walking in front of you again. “Where the fuck! Were you.” You looked at him, head fogged unsure of an answer. “I-I Mr Park...I’ve been here at work since 3 AM actually...before you got here.” He laughed lightly.

“I didn’t want your schedule, I know your damn schedule, the meeting today’s meeting.” You toyed with your fingers, “OH...oh Mr Park I forgot you needed me I’m sorry h-how did it go?” “We fucking lost the deal, the information you dug up is what we needed and you were somewhere in LaLa land.” He dug his hands into his hair. “C‘mere.” He sat on the leather couch that decorated his office. “Please Mr Park, I’ll stay late and I’ll beg for another meeting date.” He shook his head “no, c’mere.” You stood still pleading with your eyes. “I’ll drag you by your cheap blow out, bring your ass here.” You shuffled to him, he pulled your dress bending you over his knee.

He pulled your dress up, “Mr Park what will your wife say?” You began to tear up, why would he choose you to give his violent love to. “Ha, she’ll say “fuck me harder” later tonight why?” You shook your head refusing to respond. “Look into the mirror.” You obliged. He pulled his hand up just stoping before it hit you causing you to shudder a jerk violently. “ Do you fear me y/n?” You nodded almost sobbing. “I’ve trained you well...head up...be a big girl.”

Jeon Jungkook...

The whole building was draped in a gloomy mood as Jungkook stalked about looking for something to nitpick. Earlier today you and Jungkook had a falling out on the way to work about how close you were getting with one of your male coworkers. And said coworker that just happened to be your cubicle neighbor. He rounded your area multiple times, chastising said coworker, sending him on errands and putting him down again and again.

Seeing how it was affecting the newbie, you finally turned to Jungkook. “Mr Jeon, can I speak to you.” “No.” He turned quickly before going back to chastise the frightened employee. “Slip up again, and I’ll make sure you’re looking at a deep fryer for the rest of your life Kang.” He whispered just loud enough for you to catch it.

“Mr Jeon please, for a minute.” He clears his throat leaving your area. Your face grew hotter by the minute, you got up going to talk to your distraught friend. “Hey, listen he’s all bark and no bite what do you need help with?” You smiled warmly remembering how it felt to be new in a place like this.

“Well every time I answer the phone and start the question pro-” a heavy hand lands on his and your shoulder “who said this was a social hour y/l/n” a sigh came from deep inside of you. “ Damn it Kookie-” “who? Excuse me?” His eyes widening. “Jungkook- Jeon- I’m sorry...I’m sorry Mr Jeon.” He eyed the two of you “hm...kang get to work, y/l/n you too.” He began to walk away. “Y/n I’ll send you an email, I really need help on this.”

“Email her I dare you.” You spun in your chair “Mr jeon please! He’ll never get better if I don’t.” He rolled his eyes taking off his glasses, “what was he trained for if he can’t use the damn computer?” Everyone in the office was watching the dispute. “Pft I was trained on any of this! I had you holding my hand the whole way why can’t he?” He started waking the other way, his face glowing crimson. “Get in my office, now y/n.” You sat turning to your work. “No Jeon. I won’t.” “Y/n you can come to my office, or clock out and go home for the rest of the damn month.” All eyes on you like this was some cheesy tv drama, you got up following him.

Once in the safety of his four walls you stood hands on your hips “why kookie, why you being a Jackass?” He turned to face you, anger evident. Swiftly he pulled you by your shirt “talk to me like that outside of this office space the way you did today one more time, and you’ll be begging me to fire you. Yeah?” You nodded earning a open palm slap to your cheek, “yeah? Open your slutty mouth like you did for Kang, am I understood?” “Yeah kookie.” Another slap, your cheek began to burn. “Yes Mr Jeon.” He lifted his hand making you flinch in his grip. “Lovely girl, now get out there, and leave Kang alone or else.”