Hi! Here I Am With A Black Mask Request . Could You Write Something Where Someone Is Threatening Towards
Hi! Here I am with a Black Mask request đ¤. Could you write something where someone is threatening towards the reader and Roman gets protective about it?
Possessive Roman is great too but I wanna see this man go full protective mode!
You don't have to be sorry, Sweetheart.
Black Mask/Reader, 1.8K words
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Rubbing my hands together like a hungry little racoon being fed. I forgot how feral this man makes me. I took me a while to find my Black Mask head space again, but my Roman is almost always based on an amalgamation of his 60-2000s-ish comic appearances, for reference. Oh and the mask, that does NOT come off. đ¤
Roman doesn't take kindly to an ex employee affronting you, after leaving you alone in a bar. Rated: 18+

CWs: Swearing, blood, spit, threats of violence, actual violence, and some more violence, switchblade, derogatory names: bitch, petnames: sweetheart, failure to wear seatbelts (- please donât do that irl), protective Roman, somewhat possessive Roman, unhealthy relationship/toxic dynamics.
Please remember: You are stronger than your fears and doubts

Roman Sionis is no stranger to getting his hands dirty. In fact, anyone whoâd worked close enough with him, himself included could tell you that Roman thrills in dirty work. However, there are some essential jobs that even Roman wonât touch. When these errands come up, thereâs only one place to go to find a runt with morals low enough to get it done.
Noonanâs is the worst bar in Gotham, at least in your opinion. Roman didnât seem to care much for it either. In fact, the first time youâd accompanied him on a business meeting there heâs told you; âThis place is dicey at the best of times. Anyone touches you, says anything to you, so much as fuckinâ looks at you the wrong way, you come get me, alright, Sweetheart? Iâll set 'em straight.â And hadnât let you leave his side until youâd sworn to come find him at the first sign of trouble.
Usually, you didnât run into any real problems during the scarce amount of times youâd been there. Roman would conduct his dealings in a function room out back while you tried to keep to yourself. Most people knew who you were, who you were with, and were smart enough to keep to themselves. Nursing a drink in a dark corner typically didnât draw any more issues than a few side-ways looks. Looks that didnât seem worth mentioning to Roman. You love him, but he knows how to make a scene, and a scary one at that. It isnât always worth the fuss. Usually.
It seems somebody was feeling unusually gutsy today. From the moment youâd entered, a familiar face had been watching you. You didnât know their name, honestly, you likely couldnât name a single person in this place. But you knew a lot of their faces, Noonanâs always seemed to draw the same crowd of washed-up and bitter ex-goons. Moments after Roman had taken his leave, your watcher approached, tripping over drunken feet until he was close enough to slam his drink onto your table, splashing you with beer in the process.
âHey, you.â He leans over, pointing a finger in your face, far too close for comfort.
Careful to avoid elevating the situation you remain as still as possible, only moving your eyes in order to get a better look at him. Up close you can see smatterings of scars, and tattoos. Heâs clearly tried to pay his dues with a lot of Gothamâs crime bosses and villains. A question mark, a penguin, a black skull.
âYes, may I help?â You ask cordially, offering a smile.
âYouâre Sionisâ bitch ainât ya?â He slurs as he speaks, spit dripping onto his chin, and ricocheting towards you. âI got a bone to pick with that asshole.â
âWell, Iâm afraid heâs busy.â Youâd tried to be amicable but now your hospitable tone is gone, replaced with as much nonchalant venom as you can muster. âAnd his âbitchâ doesnât want to talk to you.â
âI donât give a shit what you want.â He bangs a fist against the table. Luckily, youâd seen it coming and had had the foresight to grab your drink. But whoever this fucker was, had not. More of the amber liquid spills out onto the table. âThat bastard fucked with the wrong guy when he laid me off. Do you know who I am?â
Do you know who he is? No, and you relay that information by staring at him with a pointedly blank glare.
âI said, do you know who I FUCKING AM?â Spit fires from his lips, hitting your face, you feel your already simmering blood begin to boil with each drop. âIâm. Henry. FUCKING Byrne.â
âGood for you, âHenry fucking Byrneâ butâŚâ You shouldnât say it, you know youâll only provoke him, but heâs on your last nerve. âI. donât. FUCKING. care.â
âYou donât care, I donât bleeding care, I donât care who cares! But heâs gonna careâŚâ Your comment has set him into a long, drunken, incomprehensible ramble, you presume the âheâ in reference is Roman, but all other thoughts are cancelled out by the sight of Henry removing a switchblade from his back pocket. As he leans in closer, pointing the blade in your direction, the gravity of the situation sets in. If you donât act soon, you might just meet your maker in fucking Noonanâs. Tragic. âHeâs gonna fucking care when I wreck his bitch.â
Searching for a defence, an exit route, anything, your eyes dart around the bar, quickly locating your salvation.
His pristinely tailored suit highlights him amongst the crowd, the waxy polish of his mask glowing under the dingy low-handling lights. He advances with confident, assertive strides. Instant relief floods through you, followed by a completely different brand of panic.
Relieved to know that youâre almost certainly safe, panicked by the thought of whatever mess heâs about to make.
Despite the tap of Romanâs shoes and your obvious stare, Henry is too wrapped up in his own anger and babblings to notice the impending danger. Like a frantic school of fish being advanced upon by a shark.
He doesnât deserve your kindness, but you offer it anyway, sliding your chair back, out of his reach as you shout; âRoman, donât.â
âI just wanna talk.â He spits, holding both hands up, feigning innocence, showing that heâs unarmed. As if he needed a weapon to be dangerous. Itâs a lie, you both know it.
Alerted to Roman's presence, Henry begins to turn but is stopped by a leather-clad hand fixing to the soft spot on the back of his head. With rapid force, heâs pushed face-first against the table. Once, twice, three times. Blood is pouring from his nose, mixing with the already murky puddles of spilt beer. Stray chunks of what you can only assume are broken teeth jump with every collision.
Henryâs knife clatters against the floor, narrowly missing your foot. You grab it, holding tight.
âRoman stop.â You say, certain youâre no longer at risk. âHeâs had enough!â
Roman's brown eyes bore into you as he slows, gripping tight to your almost attacker's neck, guiding him back into a standing position.
âDo you think youâve had enough?â He asks through gritted teeth.
âYes, yes sir. Iâm sorry, Iâm sorry.â Henryâs already slurred speech is muffled even more by his own fluids.
âOh, youâre sorry.â Roman mocks, his neck is red with rage, his mask creaks as he juts his jaw back and forth, a habit youâve learned is a calming mechanism, something heâd picked up since getting his pacemaker fitted. It isnât working. âSee âsorryâ isnât gonna cut it, you need to be taught a lesson.â
Using his free hand, Roman reached over to you, pulling the switchblade from your clutching fingers.
âCause you see, when you mess with whatâs mine, you mess with me.â Tension hangs thick in the air, every patron is watching, waiting to see how this unfolds, what the infamous Black Mask will do next. âAnd nobody messes with me.â
âRoman.â You warn, standing and placing your hand on Roman's shoulder, gently tugging at him, urging him to cool off.
âFine, Iâm gonna let you go.â Henryâs face hits the table one last time with a hard smack, followed by the sickening crunch of his own blade being stabbed through his hand, pinning him to the table. âBut be grateful, and know that if I see your face anywhere near us again, I wonât be so gentle.â
All eyes remain on you both as you turn to leave. Roman doesnât care. He firmly wraps a hand around your upper arm, leading you between tables, past the bar, and toward the door.
âLet that be a lesson to all of you.â He chides the onlookers in one last display of warning, before making his exit.
The time passes in a blur as Roman guides you outside, summons the car, herds you inside, and informs the driver to take you home, all the while his hands never leave your form, but once the car starts running time rapidly slows.
You sit together on the back seat, in silence. Roman is not traditionally expressive, for obvious reasons, but youâve been together long enough to pick up on his emotional tells. Heâs rolling his jaw again, and flexing his hand in and out of a fist shape, trying to cool off, trying to prevent himself from snapping at you.
In an effort to help soothe his anger you manoeuvre closer, until your sides brush together. You move to place your hand on his chest, but he grips your wrist, denying you.
âWhat did I say?â He isnât yelling, but thereâs still an anger to his tone, and a hardness in his eyes that youâre not accustomed to being on the receiving end of. Before you can respond he continues; âI told you, if anything happens, you come get me. What was that?â
âI know, I know, but Iâm fine.â You reassure, nudging your arm until he releases you. âIâm sorry, I thought I could handle him, but it just escalated so quickly.â
His look softens, never able to stay mad at you for long. He lets your hand fall against the soft fabric of his blazer. In a quick, practiced motion he lifts your legs up and over his own, positioning you into a cradled position. Removing his gloves before resting one hand on your lower back, and the other on your thigh where he strokes his hand in slow circles.
âYou donât have to be sorry, sweetheart, just promise me, next time you sense trouble, you come to me.â
It would be easy to lie to him, to make an impossible promise, he tells white lies all the time. But you know he values your honesty, he has expectations for you that he does not hold himself to, youâre the light to his darkness. âIf I can, I will, I promise, but itâs not always that simple Roman. Iâve got to defend myself sometimes.â
He lets you talk, but heâs shaking his head, disagreeing before you can finish.
âThis isnât up for discussion.â He speaks in the gentlest tone, a voice that is reserved for your ears only. âI know youâve had to look out for yourself in the past, but youâre mine now, and always. You donât have to do that anymore.â
Your back hits the plush upholstery of the car seat, contrasting with the hard wood of Romanâs mask pushing against your lips. You welcome the familiar mahogany smell, the taste of spice that invades your senses. Kisses from Roman are never gentle, theyâre harsh and cold against your skin, no matter how gently he runs his hands along your body.
When heâs satisfied, he pulls away, just enough to get a good view of your face, to look into your eyes. The coolness of his forehead presses to yours.
âNobody is more important to me than you.â His voice is sharp and gritty. He holds you just a little bit tighter. âIâd burn this city to the ground before I let anything happen to you.â
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INTRO !! â¤ď¸ × Dialogues Intros .á
Dialogues intros about charactersâ relationships with a gender neutral!reader. Characters chosen are Johnny, Bi-Han, Kenshi and Kitana. Content warning: very slight suggestive theme in 2 dialogues. Thereâs a small bonus angst part for Bi-han but the rest of his dialogues is taking place in a world where he didnât betray his brothers. Please, respond to the poll at the end!

Johnny ! Mirror Dialogues
You: Two of us? There can only be one. You: Yeah, if Johnny see this heâll go nuts.
You: Jo-Johnny?! But how?! You: Hollywood makeup, darling.
Johnny: Letâs be real, Y/n would totally prefer me. Johnny: You got balls to say this as a copycat.
Johnny ! At each other
You: Are you ready to show me off your skills in kombat? Johnny: Real question is, are YOU ready to be impressed by my skills?
You: Just because Iâm your partner doesnât mean I have to watch every of your movies. Johnny: Who said the only thing we were going to do is watch?
You: The model who talked to you, she wanted what? Johnny: Who cares, is someone jealous?
Johnny: Win this, Doll, and Iâll show my biiiig surprise for you. You: Letâs not waste time then, and just show me it now.
Johnny: Iâve got to say, I never went on a date as odd as this one. You: Could you please focus, Johnny.
Johnny: I may be the outlaw, darling. But you're the one stealing my heart. You: From which movie did you steal the line this time?
Johnny ! With other characters
Mileena: How can you have a partner with your pride is beyond me. Johnny: You know how many people wish to be at their place?
You: Why do you want to train with me that much? It has been a week now. Smoke: I just need to work on my technique, and youâre the best fighting partner!
Smoke: I donât think I can hold on much longer, theyâre starting to doubt something. Johnny: Please Smoke, my man, I just need a bit more time.
You: How is working with Johnny? Kenshi: Even the Yakuza didnât make me work that much.
Johnny: Will you accept to be my best man for the wedding if Y/n says yes? Kenshi: It would be an honor.
Scorpion: The Shirai Ryu are in need of members. You: I can advise you Johnnyâs paparazzis, they sneak into your privacy without your knowing.
Liu Kang: Iâm glad to see your heart has open again. Johnny: Iâm thankful for what Cris taught me but Y/n is without a doubt my soulmate.
Kung Lao: How is it like to live in a big celebrityâs house? You: Depends which house are we talking about.

Bi-Han ! Mirror Dialogues
You: Thereâs still a chance of redemption for your Bi-Han. You: Wait, what happened to yours?
You: Bi-Han wouldnât be able to handle two of us. You: Thatâs why there should only be one left.
Sub-Zero: Y/n made you soft. Sub-Zero: Weâll see who is soft when your face meets my cold fist.
Bi-Han ! At each other
You: I donât ask you to abandon your duties, just show that you care for me. Sub-Zero: Everything I do is for the Lin Kuei and you.
You: Do we really need to fight? I wouldnât want to ruin that handso- Sub-Zero: Not in front of the new recruits.
You: Do I really need to train that much? Sub-Zero: I wonât gamble on your life to know the answer.
Sub-Zero: Youâre spending too much time with the actor. You: You know he isnât cooler than you.
Sub-Zero: Youâre not my Y/n. You: Iâm here to stop you before the shadows take over you.
Sub-Zero: How dare you call me with your foolish names in front of the champions?! You: *laughs* Let it go, Bi-Han.
Bi-Han ! With other characters
Kung Lao: Should I go easy on Babi Han? Sub-Zero: Iâll put your head on an ice stake!
Johnny: Seriously, him?! What does he has that I donât? You: Itâs more about what you have that he doesnât.
Raiden: You⌠having a partner. Thatâs quite the amazement. Sub-Zero: And what is that supposed to mean?
Smoke: He didnât even yell this time, how did you pacify him? You: A magician never reveals their secret.
Kitana: I see that this cold heart has finally melt. Sub-Zero: Donât think this made me weak.
Liu Kang: You kept Bi-Han away to deflect towards the wrong path. You: Iâm always looking out for him.
Scorpion: Iâm really happy for you to have found your one, brother. Sub-Zero: With them by my side, the Lin Kuei can only flourish.
You: I am concerned for Bi-Han, do you think heâll stay stable? Geras: This will depend on your actions.
Bi-Han ! Angst part
You: How could I feel a part of the Lin Kuei, when you reject your own brother? Sub-Zero: Tomas wonât be the one to insure the clanâs future.
You: You put more trust in this sorcerer than in me. Sub-Zero: Itâs not about trust, itâs about glory.
Sub-Zero: We could have ruled together. You: Indeed, and you ruined everything.
Scorpion: You were lucky to have found someone like them, and you had to crush their feelings. Sub-Zero: They were lucky I deemed them as worthy.
You: I'm sorry for his words, I'm trying to resonate with him. Smoke: I've stopped caring about what he says a long time ago.

Kenshi ! Mirror Dialogues
You: Do you think if we switch places heâll notice? You: We have to try that!
You: Your Kenshi has lost his sight too? You: This man really should try to protect his eyes better.
Kenshi: My Y/n died in my timeline. Kenshi: And you think Iâll let you this one?
Kenshi ! At each other
You: You may have lost the tournament but youâre the champion of my heart. Kenshi: *laughs* Since when did you become that cheesy?
You: Here comes the man in black. Kenshi: I know you love it when I wear that suit.
You: I wish I could have been here to protect you. Kenshi: You already do a lot for me, and I canât be more grateful.
Kenshi: Wait, itâs not Johnny who told everyone Iâm the best swordsman in Earthrealm? You: Iâm simply sharing my honest opinion.
Kenshi: Donât go easy on me. You: So, just like last night?
Kenshi: I feel like my past with the Yakuza is haunting me again. You: This time, we will fight together against them, mentally or physically.
Kenshi ! With other characters
Johnny: Have you seen the new hottie? Totally would sm- Kenshi: You donât want to finish that sentence.
Kung Lao: So, I conclude it wasnât love at first sight with Kenshi, eh? You: Very funny, Kung Lao.
Johnny: I swear, I didnât know they were your spouse. Kenshi: Hmp.. as if you care for that.
You: Are you sure youâre up to fight? I wouldnât want to match my husband. Mileena: Why, wouldnât that be adorable?
Reiko: Should I steal your magic sword to see how quick youâd die? Kenshi: An angry spouse is deadlier than Sento and believe me, you donât want that.
You: Youâll pay for what you did. Shang Tsung: I wasnât the one to blind your lover.
Ashrah: I can only sense sincerity in your loverâs heart. Kenshi: They have helped me in many ways.
General Shao: Once I find your partner, heâll lose more than his sight. You: Too bad youâll have to pass over my dead body first.

Kitana ! Mirror Dialogues
You: Do you really think Kitana would fall for your tricks, Shang Tsung? You: I just need to make sure Iâm the only one remaining, first.
You: I donât think I want to share Kitana even with another me. You: How strange, I was thinking the same thing.
Kitana: Y/n doesnât exist my timeline. Kitana: I wouldnât be able to imagine a life without them.
Kitana ! At each other
You: How about we go at Madam Boâs after this fight? Kitana: It will be a pleasure to go with you. Iâve heard only great things.
You: Your fighting is just as graceful as your look. Kitana: Flattery will get you nowhere, beloved.
You: How about a double date with Mileena and Tanya after this fight? Kitana: Are you suggesting that I should date my sister and her lover..?
Kitana: I have lost sight of you in the fight against the titans. You: Donât worry, we canât get rid of me that easily.
Kitana: Leading the army can sometime become overwhelming. You: Rest is important even for someone as competent as you.
Kitana: *laughs* Do not fret, my sister does not bite. You: Yes, she does.
Kitana ! With other characters
Mileena: While I respect you if I learn that youâre toying with my sister, Iâll- You: Rip my face apart?
Kitana: Sister, please, trust my judgment on Y/n. Mileena: Iâm just making sure of that.
You: Your daughter is truly a wonder. Sindel: She takes a lot from her mother.
Sindel: Is this lover of yours worthy to be by your side? Kitana: I deem them as so, mother.
Raiden: Iâm really happy for you and the Princess. You: Is that so? Why do I hear disappointment in your voice.
General Shao: Iâll exploit you and your partnerâs weaknesses that is you both. Kitana: You cannot be more wrong, General. We are each otherâs strength.
You: Sorry, Cage. Kitana is off limits. Johnny: Not even a small place for a third person?
Kitana: Should I thank you for putting me with Y/n in this timeline? Liu Kang: I did nothing, it was you both who found each other.

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Defending the Husbando
This was a spur of the moment writing so sorry if there is errors or it's not the best little story lol
Imagine being Rafael's wife and also working as a detective for SVU. Yelina stops by Rafael's office to talk to him but you put her in her place.
Word Count: 1093
Rafael POV
It was not easy being the ADA for the department my wife worked for. It had it's advantages, we were able to see each other at certain times of the day especially if either one of us were having late nights where we would just miss each other before bedtime. She also knew what evidence to have for me when the squad would bring a case over to take to court or to request warrants. She even knew how to respectfully talk Liv out of being demanding or chew me out sometimes if things didn't go her way.
The disadvantages though is we would butt heads at times if we were both passionately on opposite sides of the spectrum on what was the right way to get Justice.
Right now there was an investigation against one of my childhood friends, Alex Munoz. I didn't want to believe the allegations were true but slowly as more evidence was being brought to light, it was becoming more of a reality.
He was a politician though running in an election and these matters had to be handled a certain way, but it was a Catch 22 with the personal matters involved.
Y/N was understanding to an extent about my predicament and the weight the DA was putting on my shoulders. However, she was a detective and had to do her job and was struggling to find a medium. She had her superiors breathing down her neck and while she tried to fend them off of being hard on me, she was getting to the point she was on me to try to move things along.
We ended up having an argument earlier this morning which led to us not even talking all day. Multiple times later in the day I thought about texting her to check-in but settled with just avoiding looking at my phone to review cases and settle any paperwork that needed attention.
It was after dark when I heard foot steps in the hallway outside my door. I looked up thinking it was Y/N but it was actually Yelina.
"Guapo." She greeted with a smile. "I hope I'm not interrupting."
"You? Nunca." I gave her a friendly smile standing up from my desk. I kissed her cheek and hugged one of my old friends. "Oh, It's been too long. You look so great."
"You always tell me that. I'm on my way to another rubber chicken dinner."
"Well then they're very lucky." I complimented as I sat back down. "Sientate, por favor."
"How's the wife?" She asked pleasantly.
"She's good, busy." I glanced at my phone still not having heard from her today.
"Hmm... Clearly." she muttered.
I looked at her with a raised brow. "What's up?"
"You tell me. She and another detective came by an event today to talk to Alex."
"Did Alex send you to find out more?"
"No, he gave me some excuse. He doesn't even know that I'm here."
"Right... then let's not have this conversation."
"Rafael, you're Alex's oldest friend. Is this something that we need to worry about?"
"Yelina, he... I really can't talk to you about this."
"My husband didn't marry a fool." She stepped closer fixing my tie. "I mean, Alex is on the verge of doing something really great for all of us." She gently touched my face. "Papi, don't ruin his chances."
I grabbed her hand and removed it from my face before stepping away slightly. "If he's got nothing to hide, he's got nothing to worry about."
"So it's like that? Hmm...." She scoffed. "Just tell me one thing, is this any way about us?"
I looked at her bewildered. "Yelina, I'm happily married."
"Are you?" She stepped closer to me, basically centimeters from my face. "Not one part of you reminisces about the good old days? I think a part of you is jealous of Alex and his success? Maybe even regretting that I was the one that got away?"
"He's not and I would appreciate it if you stepped away from my husband." Y/N ordered as she glared at us.
Yelina jumped back and cleared her throat. "Detective... we we're just catching up, just things old friends do."
Y/N came over and stood by my side. She kissed me softly once on the lips before nuzzling into my face. "Seems to me you were trying to guilt my husband into giving you details on my investigation."
Yelina gave a tight smile. "I think I should get going."
"You do that." Y/N looked at her. "And Yelina, just know that you may be the one that got away, but I was the one that stayed and loved Rafael the way he deserved. Yo recogi las piezas rotas que dejaste en tu camino destruccion. His heart is pure and he wouldn't jeopardize his job for un perra superficial." Y/N moved threateningly closer to Yelina. "Next time you come between my marriage or this investigation, I will arrest you for obstruction of justice, lo entiendes?"
Yelina nodded before looking at me. "Nice to see you again, Rafael." She glanced at me. "Detective." and walked away.
Y/N turned to face me after taking a few deep breaths. "I'm sorry if I crossed a line, I know she is one of your "friends" but I just couldn't hold back after hearing what she said."
"What are you doing here anyway, CariĂąo?" I asked.
"I couldn't go home knowing we fought this morning. I wanted to try to talk it out and if we didn't, I was going to settle with checking in on you and dropping off dinner to ensure you don't pass out from overworking yourself." She looked at the discarded brown bag she dropped on the chair when she walked in.
I grabbed her face in my hands before kissing her hard with all the love I had. "I love you."
"I love you too." Y/N smiled at me.
I leaned my forehead against yours. "No, I really love you. I am so thankful that I have the most loving and amazing wife in my corner, even when we don't always agree." I nuzzled my nose against hers as she turned her head slightly to kiss my palm. "Plus it was hot watching you defend my honor."
She laughed at that. "Always, mi amor."
Old Letters - Rafael Barba Imagine (Law & Order: SVU)

Title: Old Letters
Pairing: Rafael Barba X Reader
Word Count: 1,352 words
Warning(s): mentions of violent threats (non-descriptive)
Summary: A threat from (Y/n)'s past starts causing problems again and no one is allowing them to take it on alone.
Author's Note: I've watched a lot of this show over the last few days.
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I hadn't noticed that I was acting differently. Not at first, at least.
I had snapped at the team a few times. I knew that much. But I assumed it was my mind focusing on the case. I was taking it seriously. That was a good thing. That was always a good thing, wasn't it?
I thought so until I made it to Rafael's office with Liv to discuss what we had found.
"It's conclusive evidence," I said.
"To us, to a jury...," Rafael trailed off.
"Always assuming the worse," I muttered.
"It's my job," he replied, standing from his chair. "I have to be able to see where potential landmines are."
"No, you just like operating on the idea that the jury is going to be full of assholes," I snapped. "Because then, when you get a good verdict, it inflates your ego because look at you, you made the assholes show empathy for a victim-"
"(Y/n)."
I looked at Liv when she spoke. Her eyes were wide. I had never acted like this before, especially not with Rafael. The two of us were always close, even before we had started our relationship.
"We'll go," she said simply. "We'll call with any updates."
I took a deep breath before going to follow her out. She made it out the door before Rafael spoke up.
"(Y/n), wait-"
"Rafael, I have work," I said, trying to wave him off.
"And your work has never resulted in you snapping at me or anyone on your team," he replied. "Especially, not like that. Something is different about this case."
"Nothing is different. I am perfectly fine. I have to go."
He grabbed my hand to get me to stop. "Please, talk to me."
"There's nothing to talk about," I pulled his hand up to press a kiss to his knuckles. "I'm okay."
"You very clearly aren't."
I dropped his hand. "You don't get to decide that."
I walked out before he could question me any further. I only stopped in the doorway.
I tried to go about the rest of the case like nothing was affecting me. It seemed to work for the most part. If anyone noticed something, then they didn't say it.
I held onto everything until the court case was over.
After that, it was like any wall I had broke down. No more distractions. I had to confront what was happening.
I had managed to change into some more comfortable clothes and get to my window before it all came crashing down.
I almost felt stupid as I placed my hand over my mouth and started crying. It was all just fear. That was the only real explanation that I had for sobbing like this.
"(Y/n)?"
I took a deep breath and wiped my eyes when I heard Rafael walk in. The only person that I trusted with a key. He told me that he was coming over tonight.
"Hey," he said softly. I heard him setting some stuff down before walking closer. I turned around to face him. "What's wrong?"
"You were right," I admitted, blinking away a fresh wave of tears. "I... I'm not okay."
I folded in on myself a bit as I sobbed.
"Hey..."
He walked over and pulled me into a hug, letting me cry into his shoulder. I tried to focus on stopping the tears. I didn't want to sit here and feel sorry for myself. Rafael was too nice to me. He didn't complain, didn't ask questions, didn't shush me. He just held me and waited. Too patient.
I eventually leaned back, avoiding any eye contact as I leaned on the window. I only looked over at him when he leaned on the window next to me. He offered me a small grin as he grabbed my hand.
Again, too nice.
"This guy," I tried to explain. "It was the first guy I caught with S.V.U. He got off easy considering what had done. A few years, maybe. Should've been longer. Now... he's being released. This case... the timing... made everything spark back up again. Those feelings that come from your first case."
"Okay," Rafael nodded. "There's more."
"He wrote me a letter when he first got sentenced," I continued. "He had a plan ready for when he got out. Pretty... detailed. I'm the one that cuffed him, I'm the one he's after."
"Does anyone else know about that letter?"
"I was stupid and embarrassed and scared. The guy had my address."
"(Y/n)-"
"I thought it was weak," I cut him off. "I... I figured I had enough time that he would give up."
"And then?"
"Another letter was placed under my windshield."
"(Y/n)-"
"Stop scolding me, we were in the middle of a case."
"You're staying with me," he shrugged.
"No," I scoffed. "I'm fine. I can handle this."
"This wasn't a question," he said as he pulled his phone out of his pocket. "I'm calling Benson. You need the team to back you."
"I don't-"
"Please."
I paused when I saw the look on his face. He was typically calm, calculated even. This was not that. This was fear. Pure fear. I nodded and went to pack a bag.
Benson was waiting when we got to Rafael's apartment.
"Liv," I groaned.
"You needed to talk to me."
"I had it handled-"
"No, you didn't."
I looked down. I deserved the bluntness of her response.
"We need the letters."
I sighed. "My desk at my place. Top drawer. I hid them in some old conference pamphlet."
"Thank you."
"Come on," Rafael placed his hand on my back, leading me inside. My bag was thrown over his shoulder.
We didn't talk for a little while. I put my bag down next to his bed and sat on the edge of it. I looked around the room, trying to become more accustomed to it. He walked into the room a little while later.
"I've never stayed here overnight," I said, trying to lighten the mood. "I just figured you liked my place better."
He chuckled. It made me grin.
"I'm sorry for how I treated you earlier," I mumbled as he stood next to his dresser, probably finding empty drawers for me to use. "I don't actually think that you're obsessed with your ego. I should never have said. I shouldn't have snapped at you at all. You have been nothing but good to me. I am so, so sorry."
He turned back to look at me. There was still a gentle grin on his face. I wish he would just be mad at me once. Not always so understanding. I never thought that I deserved it.
"I forgive you," he said. A bit of weight rolled off my shoulders. Thank God.
"And I'm sorry that I didn't tell you. About the threats."
"I'm not upset with you over that," he shook his head, sitting next to me. "I wish you had told me, yes, but it's not your fault."
I reached over and grabbed his hand. "Thank you."
He kissed the side of my head. "Need anything? I could order something."
"Sleep," I chuckled. "I need sleep. I've been running off caffeine and very little sleep through this whole case."
"Make yourself comfortable, I'll be right back."
I nodded at him as he stood up.
I was curled up under the covers by the time Rafael joined me He chuckled at the sight of me almost hiding under the blanket.
"You tricked me," I muttered as I wrapped my arms around his torso. "This bed is much nicer than mine. You should've told me."
"My apologies," he replied, pulling me closer to him.
I chuckled and relaxed. He leaned over and kissed my forehead.
"It's going to be alright," he mumbled against my skin. "We're gonna keep you safe. The team is gonna keep you safe."
"I know," I said. "I trust you. And them, but mainly you."
"I love you."
"I love you too," I grinned at him.
I fell asleep soon after that, actually feeling safe for the first time in days.
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Pairing : Astarion x female!reader/Tav Around 1,8 words Takes place after the events in Cazador's palace in act 3 (non-ascended Astarion, established relationship) Angst with a happy ending (and loooots of sex) <3
Astarion doesnât feel good enough. you show him heâs everything.
TW : 18+ MDNI, unprotected sex, very angry/angsty/rough sex, fingering, mature language, mentions of death and depression, mentions of blood
A/N : when i donât work, i do two things: i take care of my dog and i play BG3. i donât eat. i donât sleep. i donât socialize. i just play BG3. and I write stuff about *him*.

Astarion is many things. Quiet is not one of them. But lately, thatâs all heâs been, and youâve been worrying about him night and day. Tonight is no exception. You wake up in the middle of the night and realize two things : not only is Astarionâs side of the bed empty but the sheets and pillows are untouched, uncrumpled. His side hasnât been slept in. This isnât right. Of course, he doesnât really need to sleep but he always, always lays next to you at night, spooning you, playing with your hair and whispering sweet I love yous in your ear until you fall asleep. His absence means somethingâs off. Unable to shake off the anxiety, you get up in one swift motion, determined to find him. No chance youâre falling back asleep now anyway.
Your bare feet hit the cold marble floor and you shiver as you make your way accros the bedroom in a hurry. You think of searching outside in case he went for a hunt, but it turns out you donât have to look too far. There he is, silently leaning against the wall by the window, gazing into the pitch-black night of the Underdark. The light in the room is so dim that you couldnât even spot him from your bed. You approach him and your heart breaks a little when you notice the lingering sadness in his crimson eyes, enhanced by the faint light of the burning candles next to him.
You want to ask him if heâs ok but itâs obvious heâs not so instead, you remain silent and close the space between the two of you, wrapping your arms around him and gently resting your head on his shoulder.
âWhat are you thinking about?â You ask softly after a while, your voice barely above a whisper.
Astarion averts his gaze and gives you a faint smile, nothing but a twist of lips.
âNothing,â he replies. âIâm just being selfish, as usual. Forgive me, y/n.â
You frown and stare at him incredulously. âYouâre not selfish,â you say, surprised at how intensely he means it. âWhy would you even say that?â
âI ââ He pauses, rethinks his words. This does nothing to make you less worried. âI caused you great pain,â he finally says. âI put you in danger. Repeatedly, ever since we met. You could have died a hundred times and it would have been my own, entire fault.â
You look up to him and feel a lump form in your throat. You have never seen him look like this â grief in his eyes and etched into the lines of his face.
âIâm not dead, Astarion. Iâm right here with you.â You say as you wrap your arms around his neck. He makes a sound somewhere near a sob and your arms tighten.
âBut I did put you in danger and now youâre stuck with me for eternity, in the middle of nowhere, and youâ" Again, he stops. Heâs bad at this, at talking about emotions. But he fights through it because itâs you. And nothing can be left unsaid between the two of you. Not after everything thatâs happened. âYou deserve so much better. You deserve the world, and I canât give it to you.â Youâre not sure where this conversation is going but you don't want to find out. His lower lip quiver but he goes on, words spilling out of him like blood from a wound. âI canât give it to you, and Iâll never be able to forgive myself for it. Itâs killing me all over again.â You crumble under each one of his words. His lips are trembling now and you canât stand it. You canât but you canât do him the dishonor of looking away either.
âAstarion, I chose this life.â Your hands flutter to his face, each one cupping a cold cheek, forcing him to look at you. Your heart is pounding, and you know he can feel it. âI had a choice; I could stay, or I could run, and I chose you. Iâm not stuck here. Iâm home.â
Astarion heaves a faltering breath in an attempt at composure. âSometimes I think you would be happier without me. Better off.â He barely mouths the words, but you hear them all distinctively, nonetheless. âYou should go and leave me here. Walk in the sun. Be happy and live your life.â You draw your hands away from his face and he steps back, speaking louder now.
âIt wonât get any better in here,â he continues, gesturing urgently around the room. âItâll always be cold and dark, Iâll always be a blood-thirsty monster. I belong to the shadows, and Iâll never be able to make you happy, so you might as well just leave.â
His words knock the air out of your lungs and, for a moment, you cannot breathe. You feel your pulse pounding in your veins and blood thrumming under your skin as your heartbreak turns into anger. That fucking idiot, you think, looking up at him through eyes blurred with tears.
âYou donât know what makes me happy. You donât,â you shout, surprised by the vehemence in your voice. "And you certainly don't get to speak for me." Astarion looks at you in such confusion that you almost feel bad for a moment, but you continue.
âYou â you make me happy, Astarion, gods you do. I would rather live an eternity in the Underdark with you than one more day in the fucking sun.â Your heart is clenching in your chest, and you can feel the heat pooling in your cheeks. âBy no means would I be better off, let alone happier, without you. I canât believe that you could even think ââ You trail off and sigh in frustration. You canât bring yourself to scream at him any longer because thatâs all heâs ever known before you, screams and shouts and abuse, and you canât do this to him. But that doesnât leave you with many options to get through to him. Astarion opens his mouth to say something, but you donât let him.
Without warning you grab his shirt to pull him close and your lips crash into his, knocking the breath out of both of you with the force that you collide with. It only fuels your rage because the moment his lips are on yours, you canât help thinking that you almost lost this once and you canât actually lose it. You wonât let that happen. So you kiss him harder. Itâs rough and desperate and sloppy. It's harsh breath and biting teeth.
He turns you around and backs you against the wall. You take it rather hard, but you welcome the sting. Anything to shut him up about not being good enough for you. He crowds in closer, presses you even harder against the wall, shoving his knee between your thighs. His cold lips connect to your throat, making you eagerly tilt your head to give him access to your thrumming pulse dancing at your neck. You have absolutely no qualms about it. If he wants it, itâs his.
But he doesnât take it. Instead, his mouth sucks and licks, making you squirm and rock your hips against him. You cling to him, grabbing his shoulders and sliding your hands down his shirt and to his back. He hoists you up like you weighed nothing and you wrap both legs around his waist. You tangle your hands in his curly silver hair and pull him forward to feel that mouth on yours again. His tongue running over your lip makes you grind faster, searching for more, more, more. You moan when his hand reaches beneath your gown and through your damp underwear.
Firm, icy fingers are stroking you into madness. You make a sound thatâs close to a whimper, but more like a groan, because damn it, you are so impatient now. You are clenching â aching to have him inside.
He is gasping at the feeling of your fluttering around him, and you must be gasping too, but youâre not sure; your head falls back and it feels like youâre breathing, but you could just as well be drowning.
You dig your nails hard into his back - you need to channel the anger into something. Maybe youâll be the one drawing blood this time. You lean forward to rest your dizzy head on his shoulder and groan in anticipation. Not wasting anymore time, he pushes his hard, large cock into you, going steadily until heâs all the way in.
âHarder. Fuck me harder.â You plead and he obeys.
He sets a pace that graces all the right spots, spurred on the increasingly desperate noises escaping your mouth. This is no effort at all for him, holding you up easily and fucking you hard with determination. But you can see it when you rest your forehead against his â the sheer weakness you feel is reflected right back at you and you know he needs this just as much as you do.
You are so close. You need to concentrate on breathing, just so you simply donât die. Your lower back thuds against the wardrobe with your oh gods and fucks singing in tandem. The vampire trails open-mouthed kisses and little bites down your neck while maintaining the almost vicious pace in and out of you. Every stroke curls and loves and breaks you into submission. You forget to be angry because your release is in his hands and your body is desperately handing itself over to him.
Your thighs start to quiver around him, the sounds of wetness and the feeling of his own explosion of pleasure deep inside you taking you so high that eventually, you shatter into him. Youâre so grateful for the strength holding you up, so you can fall apart.
Your repeatedly moan his name on your way back to consciousness, lips brushing softly against his pale skin.
Before you know what is happening, you break into a sob.
âPleaseâŚ. Please donât ever tell me to leave, ever again.â You try to articulate, your voice shaking uncontrollably.
He sinks down onto his knees, holding you in his lap and whispering, âShh,â into your ear.
âIâm so sorry,â he says, his voice is low and full of gravel. He never sounded so sweet. âI love you, always have and always will. And youâre not going anywhere.â
Would Roman get pussy drunk or really into nailing his S/O? Just almost coherent and lost into them ... as they're getting slammed real hard from behind đ
Oh, for sure. Anon, you caught me in a mood cause this might have gotten away from me a little bit.

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When you wake him by riding his morning wood, and heâs still half asleep. Nothing going on in his dozy head but the sight of you above him like some kind of erotic angel, your walls tight and warm and wet around him. He tries to say something, a sarcastic 'good morning', or comment about how beautiful you look but all that escapes him is a pathetic groan as his eyeâs role back, cumming deep inside you with no prior build-up.
When his tongue is buried between your folds, his chin already slick with your juices. He doesnât partake in the narcotics he ships out to the poorer neighbourhoods, but he swears this must be what its like, youâre like fucking crack. He doesnât care what youâre a crying, twitching, pleading mess. Doesnât care that your pussy lips are already red and swollen. He just cares about consuming you, completely. About making you cum again and again. About swallowing up every drop of that salty-sweet nectar he forces out of you.
When he has you bent over the nearest surface he can find. When heâd started, heâd showered you with alternating praise and degradation, the kind that always had you hot and flustered with red hot shame.
âThatâs it pretty baby, stay still, ooohhh good girl/boy/enby/whatever.â
âYeah, you like that, like it when daddy stretches your tight little whore pussy?â
âGod youâre useless, really just a needy fucking cocksleeve, huh?â
But by now heâs lost in it too. Pounding in and out of your already oversensitive folds. Heâs already made you cum more times than either of you can count, its dripping down your legs, aiding to the pornographic sounds of your skin slapping together, to the lewd squelching triggered every time his tip hits your cervix. Theres no words in his head, not a single thought that isnât âfuck, fuck, fuck, pussy, so good, fuckâ, he doesnât even realise his panting, exhaling raspy uncharacteristic whimpers. He has no idea how long he can keep this up for, how long he has until he cant hold back from pumping you full of his load, but damn if he doesnât intend to keep going for as long as his body will allow.