#i cried a little when i say them drag that person out of the building and try to help them

[grayfeather]

[hoshifighting]

when you make seventeen cry in an argument WARNINGS: angst, lots of crying. a/n: just a question, why do u guys enjoy angst this much?

seungcheol he hates crying in front of you, hates feeling vulnerable. he’s the type to hold everything in, trying to stay strong for the both of you, even when the argument gets intense. but when the words cut too deep, when he feels like he’s failing you, you’ll see his eyes gloss over. he won’t let the tears fall right away; he’ll turn his head, rub the back of his neck, trying to keep it together. but when you keep pushing, maybe saying something that hits a little too close to home, his voice will crack. “i’m just trying to make this work,” he’ll say, and that’s when you know he’s really hurting.

jeonghan is the last person you’d expect to see cry during an argument. but he won’t cry unless he feels completely misunderstood. he can handle a lot, can take the back-and-forth of a heated argument, but when he feels like you don’t see him for who he is, that’s when the tears start to build. he quickly turns his head, not wanting you to see. “do you really think that about me?” when the tears come, they’re quiet, more like a silent plea for you to understand him. hates that you’re seeing him like this, but he can’t help it.

joshua tries so hard to stay composed during an argument. he’s the peacemaker, the one who wants to talk things out rationally, but when the argument drags on and you keep circling back to the same painful points, it wears him down. he’ll keep his tone calm, even when his heart is breaking “i don’t want to lose you over this,” he’ll say, his voice shaking as tears spill down his cheeks. it’s the thought of losing you that makes him break.

junhui is a bit of a mystery when it comes to his emotions tbh. he’ll stay quiet during most arguments, letting you vent, but when he starts to feel like he’s being taken for granted or misinterpreted, that’s when the tears threaten to spill. he’ll bite his lip, trying to keep it together, but when you push just a little too hard, he’ll crack. “why do you think i don’t care?” it’s not that he’s weak; it’s that he cares too much.

soonyoung is passionate in everything he does, and that includes arguing. he’ll fight hard, push his point, but he’s also quick to feel the weight of the argument. he cries when he feels misunderstood, when he feels like no matter what he says, it’s not getting through. the tears come when the frustration boils over, when he feels like he’s failing to communicate how much he cares. “why can’t we just talk this out…,” he’ll say, his voice breaking as the tears start to fall, showing just how much he’s been holding in.

wonwoo is the type to hold everything in until he can’t anymore. he’ll stay quiet during an argument, letting you say what you need to say, but when he feels like you’re not hearing him, not seeing him, that’s when the tears start to build. he won’t cry easily; it takes a lot to get him to that point, but when he does, it’s heartbreaking. “i just want you to understand!”

woozi is tough, or at least he tries to be. he doesn’t like showing weakness, especially during an argument. he’ll try to fight it, to keep going, but his voice will start to crack. “why do you have to say it like that?” he’ll ask, and you’ll see the tears welling up in his eyes. he won’t let them fall right away; he’ll try to brush it off, to focus on the argument, but eventually, he’ll have to turn away, wiping at his eyes with the back of his hand, hating that he’s crying but unable to stop.

minghao is usually the one trying to keep things calm, trying to deescalate the argument before it gets too heated. he’s not quick to cry, but when he does, it’s because the fight has gone too far. when the tears start, he can’t stop them. they come silently, slipping down his cheeks as he takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself. “this isn’t what i wanted,” he says, voice trembling. he hates that it’s come to this, hates that he’s crying in the middle of a fight.

mingyu is sensitive, and that sensitivity often makes him emotional during arguments. he tries to keep it together, tries to stay strong, but it doesn’t take much to push him to the point of tears. it’s when the fight gets too intense, when it feels like you’re pulling away from him, that he starts to break down. he doesn’t try to hide it, doesn’t try to stop the tears from falling—he just lets them come, his shoulders shaking as he sobs. the fear that this fight could be the end of something he cares so deeply about.

seokmin always try to avoid conflict whenever possible. but when the argument gets serious, he can’t help but cry. just the sight of you upset, the sound of your voice cracking under the weight of the fight, and his own tears start to flow. he’s not good at hiding it, not good at keeping his emotions in bottled, so when he starts crying, and it’s hard for him to stop.

seungkwan wears his heart on his sleeve, and that makes him quick to cry during arguments. he’s not ashamed of it, not afraid to show his emotions, but that doesn’t make it any easier when the tears start to fall. he tries to keep talking, tries to work through the argument, but his voice breaks, and suddenly he’s crying, his shoulders vibrating, and he can’t hold it back once it starts.

vernon is usually pretty laid-back, but when something really matters to him, he’ll fight for it. he doesn’t cry easily, but when it feels like it’s breaking something between you two, it hits him hard. the tears come when he feels like he’s losing you, like the fight is pushing you further apart, and then the tears will come, slow at first but then all at once. he’ll hate that he’s crying, hate that he’s showing this side of himself.

chan is still figuring things out, still learning how to navigate arguments and everything. he is sensitive, but he’s not quick to cry during an argument. but there’s a limit to how much he can take. when he feels a lump form in his throat. he tries to push it down, tries to keep his voice steady, but when he sees the pain in your expression, it’s too much. his eyes well up, and he has to pause, taking a deep breath to keep from breaking down completely. he can't understand.

[thesassypadawan]

Perfect Pet (Burnt Darth Vader X FemPetReader)

Summary: You’re such a perfect pet, letting him do to you like he pleases…whenever…wherever. Even if it’s on his throne, before an unwilling audience.

Warnings: 18+ (minors dni), because all the lovely smut. Public sex, some manhandling…and Vader’s big, scarred dick.

- ‘Look at you, taking my cock so well in this tiny cunt. So wet, so tight. Such a perfect pet, letting me do to you like I please…whenever…wherever. Is that not correct?’

- A whine is your only response. As your lord pounds into you…as he bounces you on his lap. All the while sitting upon his throne…all before the eyes of two of his ‘most trusted’ generals.

- In the beginning you attempt to maintain the small amount of dignity you possess… To not tip your hand at how much you enjoy this…

- However it's difficult to do so when you've been stripped of your clothes. Thick length driving into you over and over. Scar tissue rubbing your gummy walls deliciously. Slick trickling down your thighs, his glistening in the ominous red light.

- The sound of slapping is nearly deafening to your ears. Echoing off the marble walls. Mingling with your desperate cries, begging for him to… “Touch me. Please, my lord. Please.”

- Dark laughter rings throughout your mind. ‘Filthy thing.’ And a gloved hand finds your neglected nub; circling, teasing it with the grainy texture. ‘Close…already?’

- Fluttering and clenching, the heat inside you becoming overwhelming. You mewl softly, hanging your head. Trying to conceal the flush of embarrassment…not wanting to meet their gazes.

- Grabbing your chin, he pulls your head back up roughly. ‘No, let them see. See how I make you feel…how beautiful that face is when I make you cum.’

- “Y-yes…yes, m-my lord.” Pinching your clit hard, a feral moan flies from your mouth. Fingers grip his strong legs tightly, nails dig in. Clutching onto him, seeking to anchor yourself. Pussy spasming around him, drenching his cock.

- Hips stutter then stop, hands glide up your sides. Rubbing them surprisingly gently, soothingly as you slowly come down from your high…ridding out the last pleasurable waves of your orgasm.

- This seemingly kind treatment does not last long. You barely catch your breath when he begins to rock back and forth. ‘Love it… You love being a personal cocksleeve… Being kriffed stupid, until you can no longer walk…’ Before bucking wildly; driving, pounding into you brutally.

- Grasping at your chest, he tugs and rolls your nipples between his fingers. You're so sensitive, so overstimulated that your head falls back onto his shoulder. Lips parting, a weak whimper escaping you. Peak quickly building, release rapidly approaching. “I… I…”

- Slapping your breast harshly, you cry out. Whole body tensing up, clenching. The faint sound of growling in the back of your mind. ‘Of course you do… Now be a good whore…let go… I know you can easily give me another…’

- Tweaking your pebbled buds with one hand, squeezing your hip with the other. Phantom fingers play with, invisible teeth nip at your clit. While he thrusts into you unbridled, deeply. Bruising your poor cervix repeatedly.

- Eyes go cross, vision blurs. Tears that have been held at bay, stream freely down your face. Unraveling completely, totally. Incoherent babbles falling from your lips, head slumping forward.

- His hips slow and stutter again. ‘What did I say?’ Fingers hook underneath your chin, tilting your face back up. ‘Let them see…’

- Forcing you to stare your unwilling audience in the eye. As he drags his length against your spent walls, the ridges sending sparks of ecstasy down your spine. ‘I want them to see my little slut…my perfect pet… When she comes undone once more… When I finally fill her up…to the very brim.’

- “Y-yes, my lord…” You mewl pathetically, tremble uncontrollably. Allowing him to do to you like he pleases…whenever…wherever… “Th-thank you…”

Tag List: @espinathena-17, @myheartwillgoon2022, @wifeofasith, @loverforoldermen

[writerastray]

Affection

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-> Word count: 6k.

-> Relationships: Lee Minho/afab!Reader

-> Rating: 18+ → Mature/Explicit

->Genre/Tropes:   Sexual Tension, Smut. Other Additional Tags to Be Added. (Spoiler tags: Friends to Lovers At least for one night.)

-> Warning tags: Explicit Sexual Content. Other Additional Tags to Be Added.

-> Synopsis: After finding out that the guy you're in love with is dating someone else, your friend Minho decides to help with your heartbreak in more ways than you imagined.

The loud music made your head ache. You needed to get out of the party. Right now. 

You went downstairs, stumbling and bumping into a few people with your head lowered. Your heart was broken into pieces. Shattering as tears formed in your eyes.

The room below was more packed than the one upstairs, where your friends were. You dragged your body through a crowd, feeling it harder and harder to breathe. Your stomach churned.

You were sure you heard someone call your name, but you ignored them. Your goal was to get out of the building. You didn’t know how much longer you could hold back your tears. You sprint to the backdoor, close to the bar.

Finally, away from the chaos that broke your heart.

The air outside was sharply cold. Your chest was hurting, like you couldn’t breathe.

It was night, and there was snow falling, but your body was numb to the cold. The past few minutes flew through your mind over and over again. His words, his smile, and his eyes full of love. All that directed at a person who was not you.

The empty alley made you feel even more lonely. Your knees buckle, and you fall. Head between your legs. Tears falling, making your cheeks colder than before.

The night wasn’t supposed to go like that. You weren’t supposed to get heartbroken when your best friend announced he was dating. 

You weren’t ready to let your feelings for him go. You wanted him. You wanted to keep loving him, and you thought you could. You believed you could still be his friend and love him in secret.

But now he was dating, and you knew you’d have to move on. And you didn’t want to.

You heard yourself sob, and you bit your lips to contain it. Even if the loud music filled the night, someone might get out and hear you. No one can know Felix's best friend, his roommate, had feelings for him.

Of course, the universe didn’t hear your wishes.

"What do we have here?" A familiar voice made you hold your breath.

You didn’t look at Minho’s face. You refuse to, but you could picture his titled head and the smirk on his face even with your eyes closed.

"It seems a little kitten is hiding." He taunted you.

"Get out," you said, your voice dead and raw from holding your cries.

You feel him kneel in front of you. The heat of his body getting closer to your knees. It was good.

"Stay outside in this cold, and you won’t get only a broken heart but a flu too."

Your head slowly goes up. Minho’s hair was decorated with snowflakes, and his black eyes stared at yours with a glint of mischief. He had a smirk on his lips, and yet there was kindness hiding in the corners of his expression.

You have a tendency to always do what he says, even when Minho annoys the fuck out of you. Sometimes he reads you better than you can read yourself. The only time you didn't listen to him, well, that brought you into this mess.

You sniffed and nodded as you accepted his hands to pull you up.

"Yours or mine?" you said, hiccupping. He sighed.

"Mine is closer," he said, and not letting go of your hands, you both walked out of the alley.

The first time you met Minho was at a dinner with Felix and Seungmin. He was late due to the rain. You remember thinking he was one of the prettiest guys you'd ever seen. 

He walked like he owned the place. His dark and piercing eyes radiate confidence. He had an aura that captivated everyone. He sat as if the entire world was waiting for him and smiled at his friends like they were his own brothers. 

You initially thought he was one of those guys who thinks too much of themselves. Cocky and arrogant. You weren’t all wrong; he was cocky a lot of times, but with a few word exchanges, you saw kindness in him, the type that lurks and wraps your heart.

You two befriended easily. 

After a while, you joined Felix when he hung out at Minho’s house. You'd workout with Minho, even if he kept nagging about your poor push-ups. Often, you’d play with his cats, and more than once, you only came to see them instead of Minho. 

He didn’t mind it. 

Soon enough, his house was a safe place. 

It was only a matter of time until he realized your feelings for Felix.

You’ve been in love with your best friend since freshman year, but you promised yourself you wouldn’t put your perfect friendship at risk over your foolish heart.

Minho saw that, and it was the day you both first fought.

“You need to tell him,” he said. His lips were only slightly turned down. It was the only thing giving away he was upset at you. 

You look at your kitchen counter. You just finished baking cookies, and Felix went out to buy some beverages for the three. 

“I can’t tell him—”

“It’s not fair on him.” Minho walked up to you, but his approach was nothing but gentle, like he was dealing with a scared cat. Yet his voice was firm. "It will only get worse if you don’t confront your feelings.”

"He didn't notice before. He won't notice now." 

Your hand stings with your nails pressing and cutting your palm. He stared at you before his gaze was drawn to your hand. He took it carefully on his own, and his fingers drew circles around your palm, soothing the pain.  "And you’ll live your life humiliating yourself like that?”

This was the part where you always got mad at Minho. He didn’t scream at you, look mad, or make angry gestures. But his words were as deadly as the sharpest of knives. 

"What do you understand about it anyway?"

You didn’t even know why he cared so much. Your heart hammers in your chest, anger boiling your blood. You met his gaze, and what you saw made you breathless. 

There was hurt in his eyes, and they were getting red and teary. His jaw was set. This was the first time you'd seen him so vulnerable. 

"I have been in your place,” he said, letting go of your hand. “It does not end well, Y/n."

You shake your head, trying to pull those memories away. Minho walked beside you, his hands once again drawing circles on yours, trying to keep them warm in the cold weather.

Felix once told you that Minho got his heart broken badly by a childhood friend of his in the past. So now love is a delicate topic to talk about with him. 

After your fight, you’ve never had the courage to ask about his past lovers. You wonder how much pain you brought back on that day. Did the memories of his past still hurt him? 

Back then, you didn’t listen to his words. You kept your feelings hidden, and look what you got. A shattered heart, with no one to help you pick it up because the only person you counted on was the one who broke it. 

The streets were covered with snow. Minho was walking by your side, looking at the stores with Christmas decorations. It was time for them to close. There were few people outside. 

Minho didn’t say anything the whole way. He left you to your thoughts. 

He stopped in front of a coffee shop. It looked cozy inside, with green walls and golden phrases on them, and there was only one customer, beside you two.

You were still trying to calm yourself when both of you entered. He told you to sit somewhere as he ordered something for you to eat. Without the strength to argue about what you wanted to eat, you just obeyed him. His fingers were still interlaced with yours, and you couldn’t help but miss his warm hands once he let them go. 

You sat in a corner close to the window. A while later, Minho got back. You gaze at him, but his eyes are already on you. 

You could guess what he was thinking. "I warned you, Y/n. Many. Times." He would even put that little smirk on his face. Then his eyebrows would frown, and he’d think of a solution to make you feel better. 

Minho let his weight fall into the chair, sitting lazily. His lips turned, and you saw the smugness in his face mixed with frustration. I think I can read you too.

“I told you it wouldn’t end well.”

You lay your head on the table. “Satisfied you were right?” 

“Very much, but I’m not happy to see you sad. It ruins the fun.”

You rolled your eyes and sighed. Your eyes searched the coffee shop and focused on the waitress coming to your table. 

Minho got two hot chocolates and two blueberry lemon muffins. You've never had the lemon version before. A yellow cream icing decorated the top of the muffin. It looked too sweet and too happy. You wanted something bitter. 

“Don’t let your mood spoil the food. The muffin is good. Eat it.”

You gave in. The muffin was indeed really good, and the sourness of the lemon made everything right. You ate all of it. Too fast, even, and then you drank the hot chocolate, which was just as delicious. Minho let out a snort, still eating his muffin. 

“What?” You shrugged. “Sadness makes me hungry.”

His eyes softened for a second, and  his gaze darkened. "I’ll help you with your appetite."

Your heart skipped a beat, and you felt your skin tingle, but you didn’t know why. 

You only knew you were craving salty food now. 

Minho’s apartment was small but cozy. The open kitchen on one side, and a big window occupying the whole wall on the other side. A corridor leading to his room. The living room was filled with things for his cat; a sofa and TV, some shelves with a few books, most of them yours. Your safeplace.

As soon as he entered, you heard him calling his cats with a sweet voice that made you smile a little. The first actual one that night.

You see him kneeling down as two cats approach. The third one, Dori, just looked at the scene by the corridor. Minho’s eyes softened, and his body relaxed as he caressed them. 

In the end, you asked for a pizza on the way to his house. You placed the bag of food on the counter of the open kitchen and sat in the chair when your phone buzzed. It was Felix calling. 

Fuck. 

Your stomach dropped. You need to answer the call, but what would you say? 

A lump formed in your throat. You kept looking at your phone, indecision creeping up on you, and when you were about to answer, Minho got your phone off your hands. 

“Hey!” You protest, trying to get your phone back.

“What?” he said, and scoffed. “Are you really going to answer his call?” Minho came closer and stopped between your thighs, his arms crossed, hiding your phone. His mouth twisted as he glared at you. "And what then? Or you think he won't recognize your crying voice?”

You stiffen and bite your lips. “He will be worried about me if I don't answer. I don’t want to ruin his night.”

Minho stared at you for a while and rolled his eyes, sighing. “Fine, call him. But say I had a headache, and you took me home.”

“You want me to lie to him?”

“Isn’t that what you've been doing to him this whole time? With your feelings?” He arched a brow at you. 

This time it was you who stared at him, and letting out a groan, you got the phone back from him. 

You tried not to pout as you called Felix back, annoyance taking over all your feelings for a second. You knew Minho was right, but he could hold his thoughts sometimes and let you be happy with your wrongness.

Felix answered on the first call. 

“Where are you? Are you ok?” He said. Just by hearing his worried voice, your heart squeezed. You could perfectly picture his frowning expression, biting his lips, and shoulders a little tense. You heard faint music too, and Hyunjin’s laugh. 

"I am. Minho had a headache, and I got him home," you said, watching Minho, with his satisfied smile, take the food from the bag and put it on plates.

“But is he okay? Do you need anything? I—”

“He will be fine. Don't worry. I’ll stay here for a while just in case.” Your leg started to bounce, and Minho placed one hand on it as he did the table. His hands were warm, and his eyes soft on yours. 

“Okay. If you need anything, call me, hm?”

"Yeah," you say, and for less than a second, it lingers there. You wanted to say more. You wanted to say everything. All your feelings that you kept inside your heart for years. But you didn’t have the courage. Not in the past, and certainly not now. So instead, you only replied, "Have a good night."

“Love you,” Felix said, and you closed your eyes with his words, your heart aching even more. You can’t answer him. You can't say, "I love you too," because the meaning of your "I love you" is different from his. So you just ended the call. 

You look at the floor, trying to empty your mind and ease the headache that has started to appear. One of Minho’s cats walked close to your legs.

“Let’s eat,” Minho said. He got a chair on the other side of the counter. 

The pizza tasted delicious, and focusing only on eating made the pain in your heart easier to bear.

Now, you rested on the sofa while Minho washed the dishes. 

You spread yourself out, looking at the ceiling. You close your eyes and focus only on what you can hear, trying not to think of the last couple hours. 

There were Minho’s dishes clashing slightly, his small humming, calm and secure. The cats' noises and purrs; the sound of the city; the laughter of pedestrians going back home; some horns loose in the wind; the engines of cars and buses.

When you opened your eyes, Minho was walking toward you. Your eyes met, and he arched a brow. 

“Too comfortable, aren’t you?” he said. The corners of his lips turned up. 

“Just doing what you said.”

He holds your feet up to make room for him to sit, then puts them back on his lap.

“What a good girl you are,” he said.

Something in his words caused a small twist in your stomach, and you chose to ignore it.

He turned the TV on and searched for a movie. He wanted to watch Doctor Stranger, but you whined about it being boring, and after a lot of back and forth, he opted for Guardians of the Galaxy. 

As the movie goes on, your body catches the fatigue of the day. You yawn, and your muscles start to relax once Minho begins to massage your foot and caress your legs. His touch was nice. Comforting. 

Your eyes felt heavy, so you closed them, letting them rest just for a little while.

When you wake up, the TV is on but with no sound, so you look up to see Minho on his phone.

"Next time you whine about a movie, I’ll ignore you."

You smile a little and spread yourself. You sit slowly, your shoulder brushing Minho’s. Dori, who was comfortable in his lap, slipped away to the corner of the window. Your eyes follow the cat until your gaze lands outside, noticing the city asleep, a few windows lit only for the nocturnals, and barely any sound of cars. What time is it?

"I should go. It's late."

"That’s why you should stay," Minho said, still not looking at you.

"I want to rest in my bed." 

"My bed is better."

"I don’t have my things here," you said, trying to find an excuse to go back home.

You see him rolling his eyes, and you can't hide your smile.

"Use my things. I have an extra toothbrush."

 "But I—"

"Y/n."

"Minho."

He sighed and put his phone down. Then he stares at you. Minho's face was so close to yours that you saw the details of his big and dark iris, his big eyelashes, and plump lips.

"Why do you want to go back?"

You open your mouth to answer, but then close it again. You wanted to see Felix. Why? Probably because you’re an idiot. 

Like he could read your thoughts, Minho said, "If you're lucky, you’ll be alone, but what if Hyunjin and Felix are still there?" Then he leaned toward you, his nose almost brushing yours, his eyes holding a storm inside them. "Are you sure you wanna hear them fucking?"

Your breath caught in your throat. It felt like he’d punched you. There he goes again, saying truths you don't want to hear.

Then the rage erupts out of you.

"Shut the fuck up, Minho!" You storm out of the sofa, away from him.

It was the frustration; the unfairness of you being the one who got your heart broken; the fact that you were not enough to be loved; your fear of losing Felix—that you’ll have to spend the rest of your life seeing him fall deeper and deeper in love with someone else who is not you—it was all of it that made your body tremble, made tears sting the back of your eyes, and a lump hurt your throat.

Regret crawls instantly into your body with your outburst.  You didn’t want to fight. You didn’t want to feel.

Minho was right. If you went back, you'd certainly see a scene that would break your heart even more. Just thinking about it made your heart twist inside, like a knife was stuck in there. But you couldn’t help how you feel. 

Like he was dealing with a scared cat, Minho silently walked towards you.

He didn't touch you, but he got so close that you felt the warmth of his body, and he stayed still until you calmed down.

"I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that," he said, almost whispering at you.

You felt his fingertips brushing your cheek. The motion was so soft and heartwarming that you felt tears fall again. Why am I crying so much?

"I’m sorry too. For screaming."

“There’s nothing to be sorry about,” he said, so caringly, with such kindness in his eyes.

Your body moved for you, and you let your head fall over his chest. It was warm, and you nuzzled in it, feeling his arms circling you and pulling you to him.

"What do I do, Minho? Help me, please."

You stayed there for a while. His heart was beating fast, and his hands caressed your back and your neck. You wanted to lose yourself in him. 

Just for this moment, you didn't want to think of anyone else.

You looked at him to see he was already staring. You knew Minho was attractive, but it never made your heart race. Until now, that is.

"You are so pretty," you said, not holding your words.

He arched his brow, a shy smile playing on his lips. "You are more."

Something fluttered from your chest to your stomach. His voice was so endearing; so soft. You smile and look at your feet, but his hand stops you and moves your head toward his. His warm fingers gently wiped your tears away.

"I can help make the pain go away. If you allow me..."

Your heart stopped. A part of your brain said no right away. It wouldn't be wise. After all, he’s your friend, and you shouldn't use him like that. But Minho wasn't the type to say  such a thing lightly; he knew what he was getting into. And your heart begged to be distracted just a little.

Minho stared at you with lust and something else in his eyes. The tension between you two made it harder for you to breathe. Your heart was racing with the images that formed in your mind. Of Minho and you. 

You wish you’d known what he was thinking. 

"Are you sure?" You said, ignoring your brain's screams of "bad idea, no, it’s not right," and trying to focus on your body and how Minho's lips might feel in yours, or how he would make you forget the thorns in your heart.

His hands were on your hips, and your chest collided with his. His face got even closer—his lips a breath away. "Let's forget them together, Y/n."

It was enough for you to kiss him.

Minho's lips were sweet. He kissed you slowly, asking with every sweep of his mouth across yours to be his tonight. And you give in to him, parting your lips, and let his tongue slip inside. Your hands went to his shoulders, and he pulled you by your waist, holding you close to him.

His lips moved to your jaw, nipping and licking as his hands slowly lowered to your hips, pressing against your skin.

Pulling you even closer until he was the only thing you could think of. The only one you wanted to kiss, and never stop.

Your breath hitched as he licked your earlobe with the tip of his tongue before dragging his teeth. Minho moved the tip of his nose along your neck, his lips softly grazing your skin, until he placed a kiss on your throat. Your hands went to his neck, pulling his lips to yours. He didn’t hesitate, kissing you deeply. "My room," he said against your lips, and you only nodded.

His room was dark, and you walked to raise the blinds, letting all the moonlight enter the room. 

Your eyes roamed at the scenario outside the window, to the buildings, the empty streets, the moon, and the stars. It must be almost 3 a.m. now. 

Minho’s presence was strong behind you. You could feel the thick tension around both of you. His chest touched your back, and you felt his skin. You wonder when did he took his shirt off. 

Minho’s hands went up to your waist, but a little too high, where his fingers grazed the lower part of your breast. 

You wanted his hands on you. Right now. 

"You can still back off now, Y/n."

You knew that, but you didn’t want to think tonight. Only feel. 

"I want it," you said, and turned to see him, the light of the moon illuminating his beautiful features and his hungry eyes. "I want you tonight."

"Only tonight?" He said, stepping closer to you, his lips a breath away from yours. You find his eyes. You didn’t know what he meant by that question, and you didn’t know what to answer.

Your hands moved to his torso and traveled to his hips. They linger there until your eyes search for him again, asking for permission.

"Go on, kitten."

The nickname made your stomach twist, and you opened the button of his jeans. Noticing he was getting hard, you pushed his trousers down. He helps you take them off. When he finishes, your eyes dart to his body.

Minho looked like a lost god on earth.

Your body suddenly felt too hot with your clothes on, even if it was just a dress. His hands went to your waist, dragging you to him.

You wanted to kiss him, even if someone else was in the back of your mind. You desperately wanted to kiss Minho. And so you did.

His plump lips enveloped yours as your tongues slid against each other, tasting each other. But Minho didn’t give you time to savor the kiss.

He shoved you into bed. You saw a devilish smirk on his face. You can’t help but bite your lips, trying to hold back your excitement. Minho was your friend, but you can’t deny he is hot as fuck.

He was on top of you, eyes roamed your body until one of his hands cupped your breast and the other stroked the tops of your thighs, reaching for the hem of your dress. Your hands went to his body, feeling the hard muscles of his shoulder, chest, and abs. 

He bent down, and you leaned to kiss him, but he denied you by merely brushing his lips on yours.

"Don’t tease me," you say as Minho smiles softly at you.

"But it’s so fun to tease you."

His hands pull your dress up, and you sit to help him take it off of you. You saw his eyes observing your body like a painter would a painting. His finger unclipped your bra, and your neck got a little warm as he got rid of it. 

Then his eyes met yours, and again you felt a fire burning inside you, gaining more and more flames.

His hands went to your aching breasts, palming them, cold fingers grazing your nipples. He was only touching you, but you were already overwhelmed. You pull him into a kiss, feeling his plump lips on yours. A whine came out of your mouth as he pressed harder, and your hands tightened around his shoulders.

He broke the kiss as his fingers tugged and squeezed your nipple, pausing only a couple of times to thumb on the very tip.

"Tell me where you want me to touch you." He said, with his breath in your neck. You shiver with his lips brushing against your skin and close your thighs to seek friction.

"Oh, you want me here?"

His fingers traced your body from your ankles, then slowly up to the back of your knees, and your eyes closed at the sensitive feeling.

"Or here?" He said, his eyes staring at yours. He took his time to reach your inner thigh, and your pussy already clenched on nothing.

"Higher," you say, almost desperate.

And you felt his finger moving upward. You opened your legs to let him in, but Minho skipped the place you wanted him the most, and his hands went to your hips. Teasing you again.

"Minho," you whine.

"Tell me exactly what you want."

You see his teasing smile, head tilted to the side. You were slightly annoyed, but your needy spoke louder, and you answered him in one exhale. "Your hands on my pussy."

He pecks your lips. "Good girl."

In a smooth movement, Minho takes your panties off you, letting you completely naked. His eyes stared at you. Like you were his prey. Your heart raced as he got closer again, as his cold hands touched you hips. You were at his mercy, and you liked it. 

In a smooth movement, Minho takes your panties off, leaving you completely naked. His eyes stared at you. Like you were his prey. Your heart raced as he got closer again. His cold hands touched your hips.

You were at his mercy, and you liked it. 

His hands moved downward until they finally traced your wetness, exploring your folds gently and slowly. 

You breathe out his name.

He bent down to kiss you, biting your lower lips, licking and kissing you deeply, his mouth moving at the same rhythm as his finger did. You didn't know how much longer you could hold yourself.

Minho was not only playing with your body but also with your mind. 

You gasped when he pressed his fingertip on your clit, before circling it. The pressure made your insides tighten. Minho slides his fingers inside you, preparing you for him.  The climax came faster than you expected, and you came on his hands. 

Minho kissed you then said, in a whisper, "Can I taste you?"

You only gave him a nod before he shifted between your legs. You sink into his bed, spreading your legs further. Your back arched in anticipation when you felt his breath on your pussy.

"Patience, kitten."

And his words made you wetter. Minho pressed a gentle kiss before lightly flicking his tongue over your clit, teasing you more than anything.

You looked at him, and his head went up, like he felt you staring, and he smirked at you before diving down on you, finally giving you what you needed.

He licks your pussy and sucks your clit, making you a screaming mess. The way he fucks you with his tongue makes you high, and you never want to come down again. You writhe under his touch, and he holds you firmly. Minho is relentless with his mouth. The pleasure builds in your clit, and when he starts fucking you with three fingers, you scream. His tongue doesn't stop sliding along your wet slit.

"Come, kitten," he says, "come for me."

Like your body obeyed him, you felt the waves of pleasure swallow you until you drowned in him. Your hands thread through Minhos’s hair and guide him over you as the orgasm overflows you.

Minho got up, wrapped his hand around your waist, and pulled you to him. His other hand found the back of your neck, and he had a devilish smirk.

"Such a good girl for me."

Then he kissed you, harsh, impetuous, and a little bit vicious.

You parted your lips, welcoming his tongue, exploring your mouth, and feeling yourself in him. But that’s all you could do as Minho devoured you, pressing you against him while his fingers angled your head back. He was taking control, deepening the kiss, almost like he was possessing you, owning you with every move of his tongue, and pressing his lips.

You love it.

His hands went to your hips, and Minho scooted over the edge of the bed and dragged you to his lap.

"Condom?"

"I don’t mind without it. I’m on pills, but if you want—"

He kissed you again, humping his hips against you, letting you feel how painfully hard he is.

“I want you,” Minho said. His lips go to your neck, sucking your skin. “I can’t hold myself any longer.”

You open your legs more. Your eyes are on him when he slides his cock inside you. Moans and groans come out of both of you. He was stretching you so well. So good. 

"Come on, kitten," he said, with a firm grip on your hips. "Bounce on my cock."

You sit on your knees on the bed, wrap your arms around Minho’s shoulders, and slide him out and back in. His fingers gripped your thighs hard, driving you down on him.

"Minho." You moan as you look at him. Admiring him. 

His hair was out of his face, and a little sweat ran down his temple. The muscles of his arms and shoulders, his chest, and his abs all constricted as he shoved into you. Such a beautiful sight. But the best part—the one that brought a flutter to your stomach—was his dark eyes, holding so much in them. And his lips, always begging to be kissed.

At least for tonight. 

You clench around him, and he throbs inside of you.

"Fuck, kitten."

Minho captures your nipples with his mouth, licking and biting, making you yelp and jolt against him.

Then, the pleasure builds again, and you rock your clit against him, grinding against Minho and sliding down his cock.

Minho thrusts up, quickening his tempo, and tightens his hold on you as he guides your hips down the length of him. You help him, bouncing relentlessly as both of you get closer to come.

"Fuck. Just like that."

He grows harder inside you, and his chest rises and falls quickly. Your heart hammered inside you, your breathing picked up, and you felt your head dizzy, high with desire.

"Oh yeah, Y/n. Fuck—"

Your pleasure flourished as Minho’s entire body tensed. He growled and slammed into you, filling you with his cum. And you come with him, your head in his neck, losing yourself one more time in his arms.

You were spread out in Minho’s bed, looking out the window, still dizzy after the pleasure of the night. The sun hadn’t risen yet, but you could see its rays starting to appear. You didn't know what to feel. You still wanted to cry, and your heart still beats for another. Will time change your feelings?

Minho was behind you, arms wrapped around your waist, but the rest of his body didn’t touch yours. You didn’t know if you wanted to, either.

You recall the memories of the beginning of the night and how he was gentle with you, caring about you.  It wouldn’t be bad to love him. He was your friend. There was intimacy. 

You knew he wanted to forget someone else too. Should you two help each other like this? Would it make a mess even bigger than it is now? It feels like it would.

You heard him wake up with a soft grunt. He rolled to your side entirely until his chest touched your back. His head went to your neck, and his arms caged you tightly. You moved back a little, searching for more of the warmth of his chest.

"Did you sleep?" He asked.  The motion of his lips on your neck made you shiver. His voice was low and rusky. You never heard his voice like that. It makes your body tingle with desire. The pain in your heart subsides as his chest rises and falls against your back.

"A little."

He hummed. You felt him stay there, just breathing you. What now? Should you say anything? Should you go home? Home made your heart ache. You close your eyes, not wanting to think about the day ahead. 

"Minho."

"Y/n."

"Do you think the coffee shop is already open?"

"Maybe, why?"

"I liked a little too much of that muffin."

He snorted and placed a gentle kiss on your neck. "Let’s grab some then," he said, holding you even closer. His arms were big, and you felt safe in them. You both stayed there, neither of you moving to get out of bed. 

A lump started to form in your throat, and you held back the tears that threatened to form. Last night, you were so sure you’d be all alone. Go through the pain alone. But Minho is here, by your side. Holding you tight. 

"Minho."

"Y/n." 

"Thank you," you said, your voice quivering. You needed to get it off your chest.

"What for?" Minho said, and you were sure that if you turned to look at him, you'd see the frown on his sleepy face.

You took a deep breath and said, "For everything, for last night, for being my friend."

For helping me pick up my shattered heart when I thought no one would do it anymore.

You felt him smile in your neck, and his lips brushed on it, tracing your skin to the end of your shoulder and all the way up, biting you until you shivered.

"Maybe more than friends now."

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PS: You can’t catch the flu just because you’re out in the cold weather.

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[auspicioustidings]

I love your work! May I please request ghost finding a captured civilian in an enemy base and taking her for himself?

Ah little posessive freak Ghost my beloved <3 I didn't know if you were looking for fluff or twisted Simon so I've leant towards the latter!

CW: Attempted rape (non-graphic), kidnapping

They had been warned there were going to be civillians in the building, but it wasn't the first time Ghost had to work around hostages to get the job done. It was an understanding on the team that whereever possible it wasn't going to be the huge fucker in the skull mask who dealt with that side of things. If they knew where hostages were being kept, that's where they sent Gaz or Johnny or even Price to settle them and get them out. Not the Ghost.

And that was working smoothly once again. Gaz had radioed in saying he found where they were being kept, had taken out their guards and would wait for the all clear for an exit route for the handful of doubtless terrified little civilians looking at him like he was the second coming for saving them.

They were all accounted for and that always made Ghost feel some tension bleed away. The last thing he needed to be worrying about was hostage situations.

The rest of the mission was easy enough, taking out any enemies and finding the saferoom to snoop around in for intel. It was laughably easy to get into. Saferooms only really worked if the person who knew the code didn't spill it at the first little twist of an arm, the press of a knife against their throat. They only worked if they were used. But obviously playing at warlord the man was arrogant, thought he could easily take on whoever came at him. Idiot. The moment he had the code, Ghost had no more use for him until he could get him somewhere for a proper interrogation, so he was smacked in the skull with a pistol and out cold. His fingerprints and eye scanner worked just fine even with him unconcious and the code he had given beeped with a green light and the click of a lock.

It was a damn good thing that you assumed it was your captor coming in and so were aiming the cast iron at where his face would be. Instead it smacked into the tactical vest of a much taller man. You hissed and spat and fought like a feral cat when the man immediately reacted by grabbing your wrist and twisting so you cried out and dropped the pan. There went your weapon, there wasn't much else to use in this little safe room but for the small implements in the kitchen and you hadn't felt confident with a knife. A blunt object with a larger surface area had felt like a better bet.

"Don't fucking touch me! I'll claw your fucking eyes out!" you spat out at what you were sure was a bloody monster.

You had been a victim of wrong place wrong time about 12 hours prior. You had broken down on a stretch of road that barely got any use and had fuck all phone signal to get help, so were at the mercy of someone passing by. Just your luck the someone passing by was some slimy asshole with a compound nearby he thought to drag you to. He had found out quickly he wasn't getting his hands on you without a fight. You were a bit of a mess, shirt torn and what you suspected was a cracked orbital bone from where he had punched you after you bit his tongue. You wished you had bit fucking harder.

The only thing that had saved you in the end was the alarm going off. The man had thrown you into the safe room, telling you that once he had dealt with whoever dared break into his base he was going to fuck you bloody. You'd kill him before he got the chance. You'd fucking kill him before all this adrenaline fuelled fight turned into fear and had you accepting your fate.

The monster in the skull mask didn't have the laugh of a monster. It was gruff but there was something very genuine about it. He had his hands on both of your wrists, locking them so you couldn't scratch at him with yout body pulled right into him so you couldn't kick either. Your wrists were pinned at your chin so you couldn't even bite at him. Didn't much stop you from fighting, trying to just drop all of your weight to get him off balance. The added weight did not phase him in the slightest.

"Settle sweetheart, I'm the good guy."

"Do good guys often wear skull masks?!" you hissed back, still struggling to no avail.

He manouvered so that you could see out of the doorway and to the passed out man on the floor.

"They do when they're going after bad guys."

It was like all the adrenaline had finally burned off at right that moment and you felt yourself go boneless in his hold, fight gone. You had a sick moment of being disappointed that you could see that the man was still breathing.

"We sure all the civilians are accounted for?"

You felt a little dazed as you squinted back at him before realising he must have been speaking on the radio. Whatever he heard back must have been interesting because he looked at you, considering, before twisted the little dial to another channel.

"Got a stray, let's keep it out of the reports."

Simon knew that the 141 would back him up. After all, him and the Seargants had always admired the relationship between Price and his wife even if when they first met she kept trying to murder him. She had grown out of it after a few years.

And Simon had never felt like this before. He thought you truly would have killed him if you had been able when he opened the door. It was love at first murder attempt for him.

He cooed at you and comforted you the whole way through exfil. It wasn't until you realised that you couldn't leave that it really started getting fun.

[jimxnslight]

Hey. Love your works. How are you?

For the prompts: 19. If you are okay with it, reading struggling after SA and finding it hard to tell taehyung about it ( only if you are ok with it)

Why Won’t You Let Me Help You? | KTH

Pairing: lawyer boyfriend!Taehyung x reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: Sexual Assault (i.e. slapping, groping), accidental minor injury, some blood

A/N: so um did I say max 1k for the drabbles? I didn't, right? I don’t remember saying that at all, nope, not at all… okay so maybe I went a little overboard with this but in my defence this is a pretty heavy topic and I didn’t wanna just breeze over it like it was nothing. So I present to you this supersized drabble

You never think it will happen to you. 

Sure, you’ve heard gruesomely detailed cases about women getting assaulted all the time on the news. You’ve read horrifying stories on Reddit of men committing atrocities against the opposite gender. You’ve even witnessed your own friend be catcalled on the bus during one of your girls' nights out. But you never think it will happen to you. 

Until one day it does. 

Until one day a man double your age grabs you while you're walking down the familiar hallway of your workplace. Until one day you’re being dragged into an empty meeting room before you can even think of screaming and shoved against the wall while your arms are restrained by hands that feel like they were made of iron. Until one day you have this man telling you how long he’s been waiting to get you alone, how annoying it has been to have had to hold back because of your “stupid boyfriend.”

You remember struggling at first, desperate to get away from a distant nightmare that had become reality, desperate to get this man as far away from you as humanly possible, but his next action had stopped you in your tracks. 

“Shut up,” he had snapped, and a sharp crack had sounded as his palm came in contact with your cheek. It shocked your senses, the fact that you’d been slapped in the building you had felt so comfortable working in for years, the fact that you had been so easily overcome. 

The realisation of how helpless you truly were in that moment seemed to strike you harder than any slap, the thought so jarring that you slowly felt the fight begin to drain from your limbs, fear settling to lock them in place instead. You couldn’t move, could barely even breathe, and you knew it had nothing to do with the steely grip the man had on you to keep you from running. Your strength was nothing in the face of his, and he seemed so angry and determined that you feared he might actually break your arms in a fit of rage if you tried to oppose him. 

You think that was when the numbness had begun to set in, because you couldn't remember feeling a stinging sensation on your cheek, the one you’re supposed to feel when a person is struck. In fact, you couldn’t remember feeling anything at all, even when you had watched the man’s hands roam over your chest and back greedily. Why hadn’t you screamed? Or cried? Or felt anything that wasn’t nothing at all?

That dazed state hadn’t dissipated even when the door to the meeting room had burst open to reveal your boyfriend’s friend and your co-worker, Jungkook, who had only taken a moment to process the situation before he had shoved the guy off of you and landed a harsh punch against his cheek.

You couldn’t remember what happened next. One second you were watching Jungkook angrily ask the man what he thought he was doing and then the next second you were standing here, staring blankly at the door to Taehyung’s familiar apartment. You felt like you were in a dream, everything surrounding you hazy and intangible as you watched your shaking fingers pull your keys from your pocket and unlock the door just like you always did. 

You were immediately greeted with the sound of the living room TV, and then the sight of your boyfriend stretched over the couch, two case files strewn out on the wooden coffee table before him as his attention jumped from the files to the series playing on the TV. 

At the sound of the door he turned to glance at you, a boxy smile overtaking his features.

“Hey, you’re back early,” he noted, his attention returning to the files, “how was work?”

It took a second for you to process the question, partly because the sight of his refined eyes and dark brown hair felt grounding and partly because that grounding effect seemed to tug at your hazy mind, attempting to pull you out of this thick fog you found yourself swimming in. You didn’t like it. You didn’t like that every time you felt yourself drifting away from the fog you could start to feel that man’s hands back on your body, as if they had been dipped in permanent ink and he had smeared it all over your skin. It made you feel dirty. It made you feel desperate to scrub it all off in the shower. 

But you couldn’t seem to get yourself to move towards the bathroom, too stuck in this autopilot mode that your mind seemed to cling to desperately to feign some form of ignorance. You watched yourself, as if you were some kind of spectator in your own body, walk into the kitchen just as you always did when you got back from work. As if following your daily routine would erase any remnant of the last hour from your memory. 

“It was fine,” you answered, your monotonous tone catching Taehyung’s attention. This time he gave you a sympathetic look as you mindlessly began pulling things out of the cabinets and fridge, his own hand moving to grab the remote and turn off the television. 

“Ah, I guess night shift isn’t exactly what you were expecting it to be…” he shook his head, misinterpreting the situation. He pushed himself off the sofa and began walking towards your form, “but it was only your first day, I’m sure it’ll get better as time passes.”

You quietly placed a head of lettuce - you don’t remember how it got in your hand - on a cutting board, while your other hand grabbed a knife. You had no clue what you were doing, no idea why you were cutting a head of lettuce right now, but you did know that you couldn’t look at Taehyung. Every time you did you could feel yourself slipping out of the daze that seemed to be keeping you together in front of him, could feel those hands groping at your body again.

Taehyung stepped beside you as he leaned against the counter with his arms crossed over his chest and an encouraging look on his face, “and even if it does end up sucking, your manager did say the switch was temporary. You’ll be back on the dayshift in no time, trust me.”

Your silence continued, Taehyung’s words flying over your head as you focused on keeping your erratic breathing levelled and your hands steady. You felt like a bomb, the pressure building and building and building until it could no longer be contained by the numbing of your mind and explode all over the place. You didn’t want to fall apart in front of him. 

“Hey,” he said, shifting so that he wasn’t leaning against the counter anymore and instead facing you with one hand against the counter, “did something happen? You don’t need my help with suing anyone, do you?”

He’d added that last sentence to lighten the mood, but when you didn’t answer him he couldn't hide his worry. His tone dipped as he tried to get your attention, which was still on that head of lettuce. You tightened your grip on it, trying to hide the evident tremor in your fingers. 

“Y/N? Come on, say something. Was it really that stressful today?”

You took a shaky breath, “no, it’s fine.”

“No, it’s not, you’re clearly stressed over something. We can go out somewhere if you want? Or we can order takeout and watch movies here… Just ask me anything and we’ll do it.”

The pressure was nipping away at your composure, so much so that the feeling of your throat closing up barred you from answering him. You could feel a hand on your chest, another at your hip; there was one sliding up your back, one closing around your neck. He was everywhere. You closed your eyes. It was too much. You just wanted it all to stop. 

You just wanted it all to stop. 

“Y/N!”

Taehyung suddenly lunged for the knife just as a sharp pain shot from your hand, his fingers wrapping around the handle to pull it out of your grasp. There was a small trail of blood dripping from the new cut on your palm.

“You’re bleeding,” he announced, dropping the knife back onto the cutting board before quickly opening the medicine cabinet to bring out some band-aids, “it’s not too deep thank god, but try to staunch the bleeding with those paper towels just in case.”

But when Taehyung turned around he found you frozen in place, gaze hazily fixed on your bleeding palm. You tried to focus on that pain instead, hoping it could help you balance your breathing and stabilise your shaky arms and stop the hands. Those hands, that wouldn’t stop grabbing at your skin over and over and over. 

Taehyung, more confused than ever, walked over to where you were standing and grabbed a couple of paper towels, “please say something, Y/N, you’re worrying me.”

He reached over to wet the paper towel before cleaning your palm, and it was only then that he felt you trembling. His brows furrowed as he reached over once again, this time to place a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“God, you’re shaking-”

But the moment his fingers connected with your shoulder you flinched. It wasn’t a small reaction either. It was the kind that had you snapping backwards, your hand smacking against a pan that went crashing to the floor while your head bumped against an overhead cabinet. Taehyung’s eyes were wide, his entire body freezing as he watched you cave in on yourself. 

“Please…” you said, unable to produce anything more than a whisper, “please, don’t touch me.”

A look of hurt flashed on his face, and you felt awful for causing it. But, up until now, the touches of that man’s hand had been ghostly, merely whisps brushing against your skin, until Taehyung’s hand had made contact with you and suddenly they felt too real. It was as if you couldn’t differentiate his touch from that man’s, and that thought only pained you further, so much so that you felt your eyes begin to water.

Taehyung tried to take a step towards you, but you moved backwards further, causing him to pause. 

“Y/N, what’s going on?” He pleaded now, begging you to shed some light on the situation. You looked so pained, he couldn’t bear to see you like this, “please baby, why won’t you let me help you?”

You didn’t want to break down in front of him, didn’t want him to see you like this: so weak, so vulnerable, so incapable of pulling yourself together. 

And yet, at the soft tone of his voice, that’s exactly what Taehyung witnessed.

The tears came first, heavy as they slid down your cheeks before sobs began to rack your frame. You couldn’t even hold yourself up anymore, causing you to drop to your knees as you began to cry into your hands. You’d tried so hard to keep yourself together, and yet here you were now, unravelling entirely at Taehyung’s feet. 

Silently, he walked to where you were bent over, slowly crouching so that he was on the same level as you. His hands were itching to pull you into his arms and hold you while you sobbed, his heart aching to lessen even a sliver of whatever you were going through in that moment, but after your earlier reaction to his touch he decided not to push it. Instead, he stayed crouched before you, dropping soft words of comfort to let you know that you weren’t alone, he was here, and he wasn’t going anywhere. 

Eventually the story began to drop from your lips. You started from the very beginning, mentioning every detail of the experience as Taehyung struggled to keep his anger at bay the longer he listened. You went farther than that too, admitting to just how helpless and vulnerable you had felt in that moment and wondering how you were ever going to feel comfortable in your workplace again.

By the time you’d finished the anger and pain he felt was straining his chest, the urge to pull you closer reaching an unbearable level.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked instead, knowing that getting angry and emotional now wouldn’t help you in any way. Right now it was his turn to stay strong, so that he could be that pillar of support for you during a time like this. 

“I don’t know,” you shook your head, sniffling while your hands tried to dry your cheeks. Taehyung’s gaze softened at how defeated you sounded. 

“Y/N, look at me,” he said, causing your damp eyes to meet his, “none of this is your fault, you understand me? What that man did to you was wrong, and he deserves to rot in hell for it. I’ll make sure of that if you’ll let me.”

Taehyung shifted forward, taking care not to touch you as he placed his hand on the floor in front of you, “and you’re going to get through this. I know it hurts right now. I know you feel helpless and vulnerable, it’s normal to feel that way. But I know how strong you are, I know you will get through this. And I’ll be here for you every step of the way, that you can count on. I promise.”

Even though you felt embarrassed, letting it all out to Taehyung and knowing he would still be by your side no matter what felt like a huge relief. Perhaps a part of you had been afraid of what his reaction would be, which was stupid considering how many sexual assault victims you knew he’d defended before in court. But there had still been that little “what if…” taunting you in the back of your mind. You were glad that thought had been shot down now entirely. 

You sniffed as your gaze dropped to his hand, still placed on the floor in front of your knees. You lifted your own, extending it until you hesitantly brushed your fingers over the back of his palm. You were relieved when your body didn’t recoil or flinch, relieved that you could lace your fingers in between his without any bad feelings.

Perhaps there still was hope for you. Perhaps you weren’t entirely broken. 

“Y/N?” Taehyung whispered, squeezing your hand reassuringly in his. You looked up at him in question. 

“Can I hug you?”

Even though your nod was quick, because just the thought of him was comforting, you appreciated it when he slowly pulled you towards him, making sure that if you needed to back out at any time it was okay. But by the time he had pulled you halfway towards himself, it was you who threw your arms around his torso and buried your face in his shirt, Taehyung’s arms immediately encircling your form. His hands stroked your back softly, nothing like that man’s hands in the slightest. 

The two of you stayed like that for so long that by the time Taehyung spoke, you could feel your leg start to cramp from the hard floor and awkward position. 

“So,” he said, stroking your hair gently, “what do you want to do now?”

He wanted you to say the words so badly, to tell him to help you sue every last penny out of that man before throwing him in the worst jail Taehyung had heard of. He was more than ready to, the anger from before slithering back into his chest like an enraged snake. He wasn’t a lawyer for nothing, and he’d show that man exactly what he was capable of. 

But you surprised him when you said none of that and instead said, “I want to take a shower.”

He chuckled, although it was more bittersweet knowing that a lot of women tended to feel “dirty” after being assaulted; he’d seen a lot of that in his line of work, and the thought of you feeling that way hurt his heart. 

“Do you want me to join you?” He asked, pulling the two of you from the ground, though his arms stayed fixed around your waist. 

You shook your head slowly, hoping he wouldn’t take any offence. You just felt like you needed a moment to yourself to sort some things out in your head, but Taehyung was quick to nod, instead placing a light kiss on your forehead. 

“Alright, just call if you need me, okay? In the meantime I’ll order some takeout,” he smiled, showcasing that beautifully boxy grin that you could stare at for hours if he let you. Taehyung was glad to see you give him a small smile of your own before you turned around and disappeared behind the doors to your shared bedroom. 

The moment he heard the shower turn on, the sound of his phone going off made him flinch. He walked over to the coffee table and picked it up, brows furrowing when he saw Jungkook’s name displayed on the screen before immediately pressing the answer button. 

“Hyung!” Jungkook yelled into the phone, his worry apparent, “is Y/N at your place?! I’ve been trying to find her for the last 30 minutes, but I think she left the building. There was this guy and I caught him trying to force himself on her, but after I shoved him away I turned around and she just disappeared. I-”

“Relax Jungkook,” Taehyung calmed him down, quickly explaining that you were at his place and everything was fine. But Jungkook being involved relieved Taehyung, because that meant he could trust him to be a credible witness and to send him some extra information. 

“I need you to send me the details of the guy that hurt her,” Taehyung said, noticing the malice in his voice but not finding it in himself to care. His gaze dropped to the abandoned case files thrown across the coffee table, knowing that he’ll have to give most of his cases away if he wanted to spend as much time on yours as he wanted to. 

Thankfully, Jungkook’s reply was immediate, “of course, anything you need.”

Taehyung smiled, not only because Jungkook was ready to help him defend you, but also for protecting you when he wasn’t there. If Jungkook hadn’t been there… well Taehyung didn’t want to think about it. A part of him thinks he might have actually been capable of committing murder. 

He took a breath trying to steady himself, focusing instead on what was within his limits at the moment. 

“Thank you, Jungkook.”

“I’ll need your help if I want to make that man regret ever being born.”

[charlessainzz]

A request for Lily bringing you to a race to cheer her up after a bad breakup and playing a little Cupid with Charles or Carlos ??

Stupid Cupid

thank you for requesting this! hopefully I did it justice :)

“Lily, I don't want to go to the race! He’s going to be there and think I’m stalking him”, you groaned. It had been two weeks since your boyfriend, well ex-boyfriend Matt, dumped you. He was a mechanic for Williams who had been introduced to you by your best friend Lily. 

“Oh y/n don’t be so dramatic! You’re going to put on your hottest outfit and show him what he’s missing, okay!” she said as she threw you the best form fitting jeans money could buy. Unknown to you she had an ulterior motive. Lily felt bad that she and Alex had introduced you to Matt and they needed to make up for it. Alex had heard through the grapevine that the Charles Leclerc had seen you at a party and mentioned to Alex he thought you were cute. So what better person to match you up with. The plan was to somehow get you two alone but how… that would be difficult. 

You and Lily walked into the paddock, your eyes darting back and forth looking out for your ex. “Lily I feel nauseous, I don’t want to run into him!” you cried grabbing her hand. 

“Y/n don’t worry! We’re not hanging out in the Williams garage today, I’ve got passes to the Ferrari garage”, she sing-songed. A huge smile appeared on your face. How lucky to be in the presence of Carlos Sainz and Charles Leclerc. 

“Someone likes that idea..” Lily joked seeing your big smile. She texted Alex that the plan was a go. It was time to get Charles in place. 

You both entered the Ferrari building and noticed Alex was randomly in the building. “What’s he doing here?” you questioned. 

“Uh not sure, let’s go find out!” Lily said as she dragged you towards him. That’s when you noticed he was talking to Charles. You felt your face go hot. As you both walked up to them, Alex started to introduce you but then like a ghost Charles disappeared. 

“What the-” Alex said shocked, turning every which way looking for Charles. Then he spotted him, he got snatched by his PR person for an interview. “Sorry y/n” Alex said defeated. 

“Haha no worries, I’m not important enough for him to talk to”, you joked. You linked your arm with Lily and walked to your standing area. Lily turned and gave Alex a mad look. Plan A failed, time for Plan B. 

You watched as they went through FP1. You felt like you and Charles kept making eye contact but maybe your head was playing tricks on you. If you hadn't known better you could’ve sworn he kept smiling at you too. 

“Come on y/n, let’s go find a table to have lunch. Alex said he’d join us later with some friends”, Lily explained. You both settle into a table waiting for your guests. 

“Hey man!” Alex said as he patted Charles on the back. “Thanks for joining our lunch!”. Your eyes nearly pop out of your head as you see who the special friend was. “You know Lily, and this right here is our dear friend y/n”. 

Charles smiles and reaches for your hand. “Nice to meet you y/n”, he grins. You shake his hand grimmacing at how sweaty your palm was. 

“N-Nice to meet you too. You did great out there!”, you stammered a bit. The conversation started slow but the more you all talked the better it got. Almost as if Lily and Alex weren’t there and they got the hint. Lily texted Alex that it was time to dip.

“Oh well me and Lily have to uh- we have to leave!” Alex stupidly explained. You and Charles looked at them with confusion and you so more with panic. They couldn’t leave you alone, not with him! Lily gave you a thumbs up and mouthed ‘You got this!’ as they both ran away. 

Now without the presence of your friends it started to get… awkward and silent. Funnily, Alex and Lily had actually hid behind some bushes watching. 

“Alex, we left too early, it looks bad now!” Lily cried. 

“Don’t you worry, I’ve got something to break the ice” Alex slyly says as grabs a tennis ball from his pocket. 

“What the hell is that for?”, she sternly says. 

“Well I don’t have a bow and arrow, so I have to improvise” he giggles. They watch as you and Charles sit there both trying to find something to say. When all of a sudden a tennis ball goes flying and hits your drink glass shattering it to the floor. 

You both jump out of your seats and look around for where it came from. You look at him and fall over laughing. “I think the universe is trying to tell us something” you wheeze. 

“I think the universe is telling us to get out of here” Charles smiles. You give him a confused look. “Let me take you out to lunch in town, somewhere better”, he says confidently. 

“Oh!” you grin feeling your cheeks blush. “I would love that”. He grabs your hand and starts to lead you to the parking lot. 

Lily and Alex jump from behind the bush and silently cheer. “You are the stupidest cupid Alex Albon”, Lily laughs at her boyfriend. 

“Hey! It worked though, look at them… a perfect pair”, he giggles.

You and Charles walked hand in hand down the paddock towards his car. Just then the one person you had avoided all day walks past you. Matt does a double take as his mouth falls open. Turning to meet his gaze you give him a wink and snuggle more into Charles’s side. 

Hopefully this match made by cupid turns out better!

[deceitfuldevout]

Mercy (Part 1)

Dark!Tommy Shelby x Enemy!Reader

Word Count: +4,034

Warning(s): +18, Non con, Kidnapping, Hostage situation, Manhandling, Mind break, Threats of violence, Forced oral (m receiving), Forced stripping, Gore, Physical violence, Loss of virginity, Forced intrusion, Public humiliation.

Author's note(s): Bringing this back this series 💞

Tommy Shelby has always believed in an eye for an eye. He doesn't care how long it takes. He'll hunt down every single person who's ever wronged him. He finds out that your parents were the ones who informed the woman that cursed his Ruby. Well, he decides to save the best for last.

Since you were a little girl, your parents always warned you to stay away from gangsters. Your entire life being shielded away from any possible dangers. Being part of a clan but residing in the city. Your father had built an incredible wealth for himself. He made sure to shield you from any possible dangers the world had. But nothing would prepare you for this.

You were taken on a Sunday evening, just after church. The men who took you were ordered by their gang leader, Thomas Michael Shelby. Peaky Blinders, they were called. A group of criminals who were only up to no good. You were the first to leave mass, not wanting to partake in conversation with anyone. You decided to sit on the steps of the church, until your mother finishes conversating with the other women. You sigh, already yearning to return home. Knowing your mother, this would take a while.

You look up at the winter sky, hoping it would snow in time for Christmas. A car drives by, and two men step out. You move to the side to let them pass. They approach you, both of them standing on each of your sides. It was at that moment when you knew, they were sent by someone. Because over here, gangsters would only come for someone if they were given the orders to. A scream escapes your lips as you fought them off.

His partner muffles your cries with a rag. You scream at the top of your lungs and cry out, "Somebody help me! Help!" sobbing for them not to take you. What business did they have with you? Nothing good. Your mother is the first to notice your absence. As soon as she hears screaming from outside, she rushes out the church. To her horror she sees you being hauled into a stranger's car. She chases the vehicle now driving off, falling to the ground with a wail. Onlookers of the church try their best to console her.

The peaky men drag you to an abandoned building, the one reserved only for their worst enemies. Where numerous men have met their maker. You're tied to a metal chair, with both wrists and ankles secured. A satchel had been placed on your head. You have no idea where they'd taken you. Tommy doesn’t know if he can contain his anger any longer. It had taken them a while to find your location. A long trail of bloodshed led them directly to the church's doorsteps.

Tommy's men inform him of your parents involvement, how they had spoken of the cursed necklace to Madame. His Ruby was gone now because of it. When he heard of you he became excited. You were their only child. Their prized possession. Tommy's wedding ring feels heavy, and for once, he takes it off before getting started.

The covering is swiftly removed, a man now stands right in front of you. He takes a good look at your petrified expression. Almost as if he were admiring it. A grabs a chair to sit right in across from yours. It's cold inside the building. You could see your breath from the freezing air. He leans in, "Do you know who I am?" he questions. You shook your head. He doesn't like that, "Use your words,"

"N-no..." shrinking into the seat. Tommy doesn't buy it, "You're a liar, y'know? And a lousy one at that," because everyone knows who Tommy Shelby is.

"M-not--" you whine as he squeezes your jaw with a gloved hand. It hurts. He growls in your face, "You will speak when spoken to," he squeezes harder, "Do you understand?" he waits for what you had to say. You look up at him with a tearful look, "P-please this has to be a mistake! I've done nothing wrong!" because of that, he begins to choke you. He voice is deep, sharp, "My daughter had done nothing wrong, yet she was taken from me," he tilts his head, "Did she not deserve to live?"

You don't know what to say. How could you to a man hellbent on revenge? The real question is, what did you do to provoke him? He lets go, leaving the skin raw with visible bruising. Tommy retreats to a desk where assorted torture devices await. He careful inspects each one, examining which tool would be used. He retrieves a scalpel, one used to slice skin and gouge the flesh, "Which part of you do I cut away first, hm?"

You shook your head, now sobbing uncontrollably, "Nononono! P-please!" looking down to your lap to cry. Tommy isn't satisfied, "Look at me," he orders, "Look at me," he doesn't like repeating himself. You hesitantly rise your gaze, now looking up at the man. There's a bewildered look in his eyes. You notice the corners of his lips were up in a faint grin. He whispers, "This is the end...this is the end of your life, yeah?" he drags the blade the side of your jaw. He enjoys watching you squirm.

Tommy looks up at the men standing behind you. He orders them to leave. Now it was just the two of you. What did he have in store? He made sure you get a good look at the blade. It shines in the dim lighting, “You’re pretty, I’ll give you that much,” he brings the knife to your face, “but for how long?” he brings it down to your neck, teasing the collar. He whispers, "From now on, you are my property," he grips your jaw to open, sliding a finger inside, "It was a tongue that gave the order," his other hand digs into the sides of your jaw, forcing your mouth to open.

Tommy brings the knife to it, "Should I cut it out first?" he digs his fingers deep inside, reaching for the muscle. You try stopping him from doing so, even attempting to clamp your jaw shut, to which he began pushing them deeper in. He mimics the way you gagged around them in a mocking manner. You sputter into a sob, begging for him not to.

Tommy then stops, "No...I can't do that...then you won't explain it to me, and I want you to explain," He grips the back of your head to face him. His features are contorted with anger, "I want you to fucking explain!" he spat. Your bottom lip trembles as you say something. Tommy removes his hand to hear what you had to say, "Please...have mercy..."

“Mercy?” He scoffs, "Is that what you want?" it was almost humorous to him, the entitlement you and your family had, “Where was mercy when they took my little girl?” he brings the knife to your neck, it lightly nicks the skin. You don't say a word, too afraid of deepening the cut. He gave you a look of disgust. As if you’d done something terrible to anger him. Like you wronged him before this.

But what? Everyone in town knew there would be nothing to worry about when a blinder would arrive. No one would ever be worried of being targeted, unless they'd actually done something. So what did you, of all people, possibly do to anger a man like Tommy Shelby? You hadn't a clue.

His leans in, his forehead now pressing against yours, "I'm not going to kill you, no..." his mood swings changes, like fire and ice, "I am going to keep you alive for a very, very long time..." He flicks the button of your blouse open with the knife, "I'll have you praying for death," a promise he'll make sure comes true.

You began to plead with him, "No please! Don't do this!" tears began to form, spilling down both cheeks. You knew what happens to people who've crossed the Peaky Blinders. What they did to their victims. Sometimes not even a body was left. The thought of you being cut into a million pieces downright terrifies you, "Help! Someone! Please! Help me!"

Tommy isn't phased, he's dealt with people in denial before, “You can scream all you want, nobody will hear you,” he promises. He finishes flicking off the last button, revealing the swell of your breasts, you panic, "Mr. Shelby please! You're making a big mistake--" Both of his hands shoot for your neck. He held them in place, squeezing as hard as he can. His face nears your petrified one. There's a hint of gravel in his voice, "A lying whore is what you are," he squeezes harder, taking joy in watching you suffer.

Never in a million years would he imagine stooping this low. But this wasn't just any case, it was personal. He loosens his grip allowing you to breathe for a moment. He sighs, clearly annoyed with your behavior. Whatever games you wanted to play, he doesn't have time for, "What did I say about lying?!" Tommy yells at the top of his lungs.

"M'not lying! I swear! Ow!" you whine from his grip on your hair. He leans in and calmly states, "Fine, have it your way," Tommy didn't plan on going easy on you. But after hearing you lie right to his face? Well, he wants to make this hurt, bad. Tommy drags the sharpened tool along the fabric of your skirt. He tears your brand-new church clothes to shreds. Until you were left only in undergarments. Goosebumps began to form on your skin.

Tommy feasts his eyes on the sight of your unblemished flesh. He rakes them up and down, mentally capturing the moment. You looked soft, supple in all the right places. His tongue pokes out to lick his lips. His lids hooded from thinking about the things he would do.

Oh...this was going to be fun.

Tommy Shelby is dead set on one thing and one thing only: Revenge. There is no room for sympathy in his heart. Not after losing his wife, then his daughter. There is no other pain comparable to that. At this point, there's nothing in this world that could change his mind. What happened to Ruby changed something inside him. He would never be the same again.

"There are a few rules," he wants you to know, "Do not fight me, yeah? Or I'll break every last one of your fucking bones," he knows he's strong enough to, "Do not speak unless you're spoken to," the last thing he wants to hear is an excuse, "You are my property, what I say is law," both of his hands cradle the sides of your head. He makes sure you know, he's dead serious, "Am I understood?"

Your teeth can't stop clattering as you shiver a faint, "Y-yes,"

"What will I do with you? Hm? Should I start cuttin you up piece by piece? No...no one would waste their hard-earned money on you," he starts to mumble, "Maybe hire you as one of my whores? You'd like that, wouldn't you?" he taunts. Tommy can't help but smile at the way you frantically shook your head.

He bit his lip, as if he were in deep thought, "No, you wouldn't make it, I know your type," he knows your kind very well, bunch of prim and proper pansies, "I should break you in first, mold you, so that you won't think of anything else other than cock," Tommy always had a way to make people squirm with only a few words.

He finds their weaknesses and uses it against them. He thrusts a few fingers deep inside your mouth, enjoying the sounds of your gargled cries. He pumps the gloved digits in and out. Drool spills from the corners of your mouth. Then an idea hits him, "How about I make you my personal whore?" he taunts, "How does the title of 'cock-sleeve' sound?" poking your forehead, "Tat it right...there," twisting a finger into the skin.

All you could do was cry. A deep wail pours from your lungs. Why? Why was he doing this? You haven't done anything wrong! "P-please, if you just listen to me--" a scream escapes your lips as he pulls at your hair. There's a burning sensation on the crown of your scalp. He's done playing games, "What did I say about speaking?" his voice booms.

Tommy's hand hovers over the tray of tools. He retrieves a gag, forcing the straps around your head. He pinches your nose shut, forcing you to part your lips. He secures the metal hooks inside your mouth, forcing it to open wide. A trail of drool leaks out. It's impossible to close it without hurting. He secures the buckles located on the back of your head.

Tommy still held onto your hair, so that you would face him. There's a scowl on his sharp features. His teeth are barred. Just looking at you pisses him off. He spits inside your mouth, watching as you squirm from the act. Your tongue swirls inside as an attempt to get rid of it. He does it again, this time right at your face, then again and again. He wants this to be as humiliating as possible for you. Bound and gagged, like an animal.

Tommy zips opens his fly, he pulls out his semi-hardened cock. He gives it a few lazy tugs before finding the right grip. Then he starts to pump his shaft while keeping eye contact with you. His cold blues stare down yours. Like a predator stalking its prey. He huffs, quickening his pace.

Tommy then grabs the back of your head and forces you to take his cock. He thrusts it as far as he could go. He bucks his hips a few times, groaning at the welcoming feeling of a warm hole. You were like a present wrapped around him. His eyelids shut, his lashes fluttering from the pleasure. He pauses for a moment to catch his breath. His hands are rough, gripping the sides of your head as he starts fucking your mouth.

You have no choice but to take it. He then plunges his member as deep as it could go, stifling your sobs. There are only squelching noises coming from your mouth, just how he likes it. He gives another deep thrust, holding it for a moment as you struggle to breathe. Your nose brushes against his pubic hair. A huge trail of drool and cum dribbles down your chin. Tommy moans, "Fuck yeah...let me fuck your throat..." he throws his head back in pleasure before looking back down at your pathetic form.

He indulges in the sight of you crying out. He could practically feel the scream trapped in the back of your throat, "M'gonna paint you with it..." His breath starts to shorten, "...mark what's mine," Tommy shuts his lids, his nose scrunches as he was close. Your throat was burning from the abuse. Soon enough he came, in hard waves. He shoots a load down your throat, painting the inside to his liking.

Tommy waits for a moment to catch breath. Some of his hair sticks to his forehead from the sweat. He brushes it back with a free hand, catching his breath. His cock was still buried deep inside your mouth. He hisses, baring his teeth while pulling it out. His cum trails from the tip of his cock to your now swollen lips. There's something so sinister about the act that he just can't seem to get enough of. He actually starts to laugh, "You'd let anyone use you, hm?" If he were in a romantic mood, he'd kiss you, make it all nice and sloppy.

But it just wasn't enough. He wants more of you. He cuts the ropes that bounded your hands to the chair, pulling you out of it. One of the first things you do is make a run for it. He groans with annoyance, what a stupid thing to do. Before you could reach the door Tommy plants a few bullets in it. You fall to the ground, shielding your head from the strays.

Tommy sighs, "You shouldn't have done that..." he places his gun back in into its holster, before approaching your quivering form still on the floor. If looks could kill, you would be dead on the spot. You're too scared to even move, trapped under his piercing gaze. Tommy's expression is purely livid. He strides over, his cock still half hard. He curls a finger, giving a nonverbal command. When you dare not to move, it only worsens his mood.

You shook your head, "Please...you don't have to do this..."

"I know, I want to," he confesses, "I want to break you,"

If you didn't want to comply, fine. He'll have to come over there. Tommy's shoe lands on your shoulder, sending you falling to the ground with a thud. He has a leg to each of your sides, now wrestling into submission. His strength is unlike anyone you've met. He forces you on your stomach. You try your best to fend off the gangster.

You land an elbow on Tommy's rib, before he ultimately wins the upper hand. He uses his belt to bind both your wrists together. As you twist and turn, Tommy lands a few hard cracks against your rear. A chain of curses escapes your lips. He doesn't stop, not even after your skin is raw. He'll make sure to leave bruises. When he hears your mumbled, pleas turn into full-on screaming, it was music to his ears. He wonders what it would sound like breaking you in.

Tommy doesn’t bother prepping, he wants this to hurt. He slides his leaking tip up and down, gliding it against your cunt. It takes him a moment to find it. Soon enough, he's pressing his leaking tip against your opening. He held your head still against the ground. His gloved hand spreads across the side of your face. His other held his cock, guiding it to your opening. As soon as he thrusts it in, you scream at the top of your lungs. Fuck did his ears hurt.

A hand shoots to muffle your cries. Tommy scowls, "Fucks sake would you keep quiet?!" he looks you in the eyes, "This isn't your first time," when he says it you only cry harder. That's when it clicked. Tommy grins, "So it is..." there's a hint of glee in his voice. He sounds smug, knowing that he'd taken something from you that no other man will, "Then I might as well take every last one..." he purrs, thrusting his hips faster.

There was something about being a woman's first that does something to a man. Tommy wanted to fuck that innocence away. He's going to train you really well, have you begging for his cock. He'll make sure to ruin you for any other man. He spits on his gloved palm, reaching down to rub at your sensitive bundle of nerves. He can feel your walls fluttering everything he rubs small circles against your clit. He can feel that you were close and quickens his pace.

He grunts, "You keep saying no..." he collects the growing slick from your folds, "But the body never lies..." he juts his hips. A stray of curses escapes his lips as changes pace. He presses his sturdy body against yours. His embrace was suffocating. Tommy only seemed to care for his own comfort, reveling in the feeling of a tight cunt. He tilts his head to face your ear, "When your husband finds out you've already been used..." he has a way to torment with words alone, "You will always remember this...remember me..." he slows his pace, now thrusting deep and slow. He's focused on making you come undone. He wants to be your first everything.

Tommy whispers, "...You’ll remember your first time, being taken by a filthy gangster,” he rasps, licking a stripe against the shell, "First fuck..." he forces your mouth to part, delving his tongue deep inside. He swirls the muscle around, taking his sweet time tasting the corners of your mouth. He muffles your whimpers in the kiss, parting with a smack, "First kiss..." his hand now rubs your sensitive nerves in short, hard circles, "First time coming undone..." he doesn't stop, not even after the waves of pleasure hits you, "All mine..."

Although you were the enemy, you have a snatch that could drain his balls dry. Tommy juts his hips back and forth, feeling for a good rhythm. He grunts against your neck, dipping his tongue out to taste those sweet tears. He moans, "You're going to take every, fucking, drop," thrusting his hips with each word. Just how he likes it, "'Gonna make you pay me back yeah?" he whispers.

Tommy fastens his pace. His breathing becomes ragged, to the point where he can only speak in short curses. He bites down on your shoulder, enough to draw blood. When he finishes inside, part of you felt almost grateful he was finally done. That spark of hope quickly dies out when he starts pressing his tip against your ring.

You've never screamed so hard in your life. You almost feel dizzy from how much pain you were in. Almost passing out a few times. Your comfort doesn't matter to him. After all, you're his property. Tommy locks an arm around your neck, squeezing hard enough to make you faint. You went limp as he began pummeling your channel. It was euphoric to him, seeing the enemy suffering.

Usually, he wouldn't feel this satisfied, not even with a killing, it was more of a chore for him. But this? There was no other pleasure like it, and Tommy Shelby has had a lot of sex. He leaves your bruised and battered body on the cold floor. Blood and spunk oozes from both holes. Tommy begins to dress himself. He doesn't even bother to look at you.

Only when he retrieves a handkerchief from his coat pocket, wiping it against your mound. He presses the fabric against the abused holes, scooping out its contents before pocketing it. He'll need this for later. Tommy doesn't feel any shame or remorse, he can't seem to feel anything. He takes a drag after a fuck like that. It helps him think. What to do, what to do, his options are endless.

There you are, his pet, still panting from earlier like some bitch in heat. He's still riding that adrenaline rush. You on the other hand, were out of it. Mentally and physically. Unable to even whimper because you had lost your voice a while ago.

Tommy crouches down, peering at your expressionless face. He mentally captures this moment, enjoying that foggy look in your eyes. He hums, "Let's get you cleaned up," he splashes a bucket of ice-cold water on you. He leaves you now soaking from head-to-toe. Your undergarments now cling onto your skin, leaving little to the imagination. Tommy forces you to stand. He held you up by the back of your neck with a firm grip, leading the way outside.

A group of onlookers see what's happening. Tommy Shelby, leader of the Peaky Blinders, parading a poor woman who had been stripped of her modesty. He doesn't bother covering your face. He wants people to recognize you. They don’t speak up, afraid of would happen if they would. He hands the bloodied napkin to one of his men, "For the parents," perhaps this will send a message.

Tommy clicks open the trunk, shoving you inside. He slams it shut before driving off to a new location. He knows that word will spread. Soon enough, it'll reach your family's ears. If it's a war they want, then it's a war they'll get. He's not worried at all about what would happen, he knows he has the high ground. He's going to enjoy watching your clan die out.

But for now, he needs to smuggle his new pet out of the city.

[fairyhaos]

❍ the 2k event: dokyeom + wings

alternative title: golden eyes, golden soul

pairing: dk x gn!reader

genre: apocalypse-ish, angels, strangers to lovers

word count: 1807

warnings: biblical references, fire

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The world is ending, and all you think about is how God has failed you. 

Everything had been going so wonderfully. The sun was bright in the sky, and the happiness and contentment had been practically glowing in the air. It had been a first, really, for you to see such positive emotions so prominent in the streets. Humans were rarely happy creatures, after all. 

But that morning had been so happy, and you had revelled in it, heart swelling with love for humanity.

Of course that happiness wasn't meant to last. 

It's raining fire now: not literally, but the Heavens are tearing apart above you as your brethren desperately defend themselves against the forces of black evil, and the Sun has been bleeding, bleeding and melting away and the rain has turned to the colour of flames as it gets caught in the dying sunlight. 

And the Earth, the Earth is shaking, shuddering and trembling as it is caught in the crossfire, as Heaven and Hell crash into each other again and again, and you want to cry.

Ever since you were younger, coming to Earth and learning about humans had been your dream, your greatest desire. Your brothers and sisters mocked you for having such a small dream, for having an ambition to look after the mortals when it was considered the highest honour to look after the Father instead. 

But you had wanted it, and when it had finally, finally been granted to you, you were here to witness their doom.

It hurts, not only because they were all dying so young, but because God had promised. He’d promised the humans would be safe, that you could help them be happy.

And now you were watching them die.

“Here, be careful!” 

You turn around at the voice, and there's a human grabbing your hand and running with you across the street, the sound of a building crashing and crumbling behind you. There are cries of terror, and the human finally lets go of your hand once you’re out of danger, and you realise he’s clinging onto several other humans too.

“Are you okay? No aches, no pains?” he asks, bending over and brushing concrete dust from the face of one of the little children he’d dragged away from the falling building. Once the child nods, he turns to the other humans in turn, before looking over at you.

His eyes meet yours, and your heart leaps into your throat.

This human is so beautiful.

His soul is glowing, glowing with a pure white light that you hadn’t even witnessed in Heaven before. He smiles, and he looks exhausted, rubbing at a stain on his cheek, his hair glittering with raindrops and the melting sun glowing around him and you almost choke on your heart, still stuck in your throat.

This human is beautiful, and he’s going to die.

“Sorry for just grabbing you like that,” he says, smiling. You blink, blinded for a second. “But you looked like you were zoning out, and if I hadn’t been able to get to you fast enough, the building would have fallen on you.”

“No, it’s—it’s okay,” you say. The ground shakes under you, and the Earth cries in pain as fire continues to rain down on you. “That was really good of you.”

The human just shrugged. “It’s just being a decent person. If I can do something to help others, then I will.” He gives you a small salute, smiling again. “Well, I gotta be off. My team are probably looking for me.”

You watch him run off, wondering what he means, before you notice the writing on the back of his shirt. You frown, tapping into golden threads of thought before finally dragging out the man’s name.

Lee Seokmin, 29. Paramedic.

“Oh, no,” you whisper to yourself, as you follow the golden thread to see how his life pans out. “No, no, he can’t.”

Seokmin’s smile is visible even amongst the rubble, amongst the fire rain and the exploding cars. You can see him stroke a child’s hair, help an elderly man emerge from a building, letting him use his shoulder for support, as he ushers hoards of terrified teenagers into a shelter. You can see the way his eyes widen as his colleagues inform him of an incident further down the street, the way his face sets and he nods, squaring his shoulders, following them to another disaster site.

To his disaster site.

You find yourself gliding after him almost without any prior thought, instinctively slowing the fall of concrete and bricks over humans, pulling mothers and children out of the way just before cars burst into flames, helping the people that, in Seokmin’s haste, he could not.

You’re not meant to interfere. You’re forbidden, in fact. It’s why, at the beginning of the end of the world, you had stayed where you were, fingers aching to tug against the strands of these humans’ lives and pull them to safety, but staying put all the same. If a human was to die, then they would die. It was what the Father had taught you, after all.

But screw the Father. He’d already betrayed you: perhaps it was time for you to betray Him in return.

You follow Seokmin with one goal in mind, set on not letting his horrible fate pan out. He can’t die. He can’t. You wish you could save all these people, you really do, but even with all your brethren aiding you, it would be fruitless. The demons would have taken hold of Heaven and come down to destroy Earth before your efforts could have had any meaning.

If you can save just one person, just Seokmin, though… 

Seokmin is different. Seokmin has a soul clearer than Heaven’s skies, a smile brighter than the Sun, and a goodness that could help, well, everything.

You simply couldn’t sit back and watch as a human like that lost their life.

“Y/N!” one of your sisters, also residing on Earth, appears next to you, glowing faintly, eyes wide with worry. “You can’t do this. You shouldn’t. Our Father will be most displeased.”

“I don’t care what our Father thinks,” you say, not even looking over at her. "This human can help, I promise."

"He can't," she insists, her halo flickering anxiously. Above you, somewhere in Heaven, someone cries. "The humans are weak, Y/N! If their fate is to die, then leave them be."

"You haven't seen him!" you say, finally whirling around you look at your sister. A window smashes, and you dissipate the glass shards into glitter. "He's—He's beautiful."

She regards you for a long moment, and you both stand there on the street, invisible to the humans. Your sister is higher rank than you, and she could forbid you in the blink of an eye. With a direct order like that, there would be no way you could refuse. 

Eventually, she sighs, and you tense, preparing for the worst. 

"Go," she says instead. "Go. I'll help the humans here."

Your eyes widen. "You'll intervene?"

She laughs, wryly. "Earth is dying," she says. "But I don't think it's fated to die completely. Our Father wouldn't destine that for his beloved creations." She makes a shooing motion with her hands. "Go on, what are you waiting for?"

You smile, relieved, and close your eyes. 

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When you open your eyes again, you're standing on a stairwell with Seokmin. Fumes billow down from above, and the building rumbles as the walls collapse in on themselves down below. You're trapped. 

"Seokmin!"

The human spins around at your voice, and his eyes widen. 

"You shouldn't be here!" he says, alarmed. "You're going to die! I can't save you, I'm so sorry, but there's no way out of here, and—"

"I'm here to save you," you say, before he can work himself up into a panic. It should touch your heart, how his first instinct was to try and help you, but the scenes at the end of his golden thread are echoing in your head, and all you can think about is him. "Seokmin, you need to come with me."

Seokmin blinks. He seems to finally register that you called him by his name. "Wait, how do you know m— How did you get in h— What?"

A door bursts open from somewhere upstairs, and the heat sears your skin as sparks fly out, down the stairs. The building shudders again. 

You look around, desperately, before spotting a window. With a wave of your hand, you dissipate the glass, leaning over to look down. 

"We're too far up," Seokmin says helplessly. "I'm so sorry, there's nothing I can do."

You turn to look at him again. His face has become smeared with yet more concrete dust and soot, but he stands tall with righteousness, despite the fatigue evident in the lines of his shoulders. His eyes shine, bright and sad all at once, flickering weakly as he attempts a smile, but the warmth of his soul never fades. 

Seokmin is definitely the most beautiful human you've ever met. 

"You don't need to do anything," you reassure him. "Just trust me."

You hold your hand out to him, and he blinks, confused. 

"What?"

You smile, even as Heaven is torn apart, as the Sun crashes and burns, as Hell empties itself of its demons. You reach out your hand again. "Do you trust me?"

Seokmin has no reason to trust you, you know. But he is good, almost divinely so, and you think you might know him. 

Might recognise his brightness as being startlingly similar to your own. 

After a long moment, Seokmin looks down at your hand, and then back up at your face. His expression lightens, warm with trust as he takes your hand. 

"I trust you."

You smile in relief, feeling his hand warm in yours, watching in your mind's eye as Seokmin's golden thread suddenly begins unrolling, more life being woven into the distance, on and on and you try to prevent yourself from practically glowing with happiness.

Seokmin will live.

You lead him up onto the window ledge, the wind billowing around you. Fire sparks get into your eyes, but you blink them away, letting your eyes glow gold as you look down, and then up at the sky. You can see the angels wielding the forces of light against the enemies, and your heart swells with familiarity.

Seokmin is still holding your hand, and his eyes widen as they meet yours. “Your—your eyes are…”

You just smile wider, wrapping an arm around him, securely holding him against you as you lean forwards and take him with you, tumbling down, down, down towards the ground.

And then you spread your wings and soar up, up, up into the sky.

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[ENG SUB] Bojan Cvjetićanin: I know that we will cry our eyes out. And I'm really looking forward to those tears

Original article from Slovenske Novice Si

Translation credit: @moonlvster

Bojan Cvjetićanin: I know that we will cry our eyes out. And I'm really looking forward to those tears

Just before the highly anticipated concert in Ljubljana's Stožice Arena, we talked to Joker Out's singer, who told us about the band's plans for the future. First, they're going on vacation, and they're even all going together.

At the time of our chat, there are two days separating you from the concert in Stožice, how are you feeling?

We announced the Stožice concert quite a while ago, everyone was asking us if we were a little crazy, even we sometimes asked ourselves if we were completely sane in the meantime. But after a year, we are now in the final stretch, and we can't wait, because we don't have the nerves to wait anymore. If it dragged on for another week or so, one of us would explode. We can't wait to get on stage, we really need it by now.

What do you expect to feel after such a big concert? It can probably kind of drain a person?

When the concert was announced, we didn't imagine that in one year we'd be at the point where we are today. A lot of things happened in this year, and for us, this concert marks the end of one era and the official start of a new, even more important one. Based on the experience from Cvetličarna and Križanke, I know that we will cry our eyes out as soon as we get to the changing room. I really look forward to these tears because I haven't cried in a while. The crying will probably last a while and we'll let a lot of things out. I wouldn't say that we'll feel empty. Two days after the concert, we're going on holiday together, and that's where we'll be able to talk and air out everything that has happened to us. After our holiday, we're immediately going on tour again, there won't be a lot of time to think.

It's interesting that you're going on holiday together, do you not need time to have a break from each other?

Everyone we tell reacts the same way you did, they ask us if we're normal. But we have a good time together, we enjoy it, we get on well. Going on holiday togather is natural. We're constantly building a relationship that gets deeper every day, even though it seems like it couldn't be any deeper.

How do you resolve any conflicts that might happen in the band?

Luckily we haven't had any big conflicts so far. We have daily friction, which tends to happen in a group of five creative people, but it probably happens in all teams. Our rule is to speak honestly about all feelings, to prevent any grudges from developing. That way, we resolve everything quickly.

On your website, I looked up the concerts you've announced until the end of the year, a lot of them are abroad. How did you pick the places where you'll play? I understand that venues in the capital cities of former Yugoslavian countries are a natural choice, but how to choose the right venue in, for example, Barcelona?

After the Eurovision Song Contest, we had to really quickly draw up a tour. When we started doing that in June, it was already really late, generally you book venues for the year at the end of the previous year or the start of that year. We responded to invites from all foreign promoters who invited us to have a gig in their cities. Venue availability dictated where we went, we grabbed everything they offered us.

I know that the audience response abroad has been excellent so far, did that surprise you?

We have two tours behind us, UK and Nordic, we were in Great Britain and Scotland, in Norway, Sweden and Finland. We weren't surprised by the good response, but we were surprised by how many people sang in Slovenian. That's pretty hard to get used to.

When we talk about Slovenian musicians breaking out internationally, we quickly come up against language barriers - well, now you're saying that you don't feel that. But still, global success isn't just a question of talent, there's only one Rihanna, but there are plenty of girls who are like her at the start of her career. So what is the key? Luck? Connecting with the right people?

Any kind of success is an accumulation of many links that have to connect into a chain. Hard work, knowledge, talent, a huge amount of luck, being in the right place. I'm not really someone who believes in coincidences, but we can say that, as well. And connecting with the right people. From the start of our journey, we've tried to connect with people who wanted to be with us from the beginning because they liked this story, and not because they thought they could get money from it. Well, at the beginning, it was clear to them that there wouldn't be any money for a while. Love within the team and hard work are the key things.

How much of an influence did performing at the Eurovision Song Contest have on your international success? Some might say that young people don't watch the contest, but your performances prove otherwise…

It's true, the Eurovision Song Contest was our catapult. Just the final night was watched live by 62 million people. We're very glad that before the Eurovision Song Contest, we had built a strong enough base in Slovenia and made enough music that a certain percentage of those 62 million who looked up our music online could actually find it there.

I think that it was in 2020 when the songs Vem da greš and Gola were being played. Back then, I said that Joker Out would definitely be the next biggest band here, and I like to brag about that now. Would you say that there was a certain moment when you looked at each other and said: this is it, we've made it?

Right from the beginning, we've considered what we do to be the best thing. Success is a completely subjective thing, but we've truly believed in what we do. We trusted that if the five of us, our producer, and the people closest to us liked something, that meant it worked. We didn't let any outsiders challenge that. As for a specific moment... for me personally, it was our two concerts in Cvetličarna when we released our first album, that was when I saw how big everything that was happening around us was, when you put it all together in one place.

But it's probably not easy if so many people want a piece of you? You've spoken about panic attacks before…

We have a specific profession, the working hours, workplace and working relationships aren't defined. Us performers also constantly feel like we have to be available 24 hours per day. It's important, when the time comes, to learn how to say no as well, and to understand that nothing is more important than your health and well-being. If you don't have that, you can't create either. All professions have their dark sides, that is ours.

Earlier you spoke about entering a new era for Joker Out, what's coming up for you?

I can talk about short-term plans, about next year. We will spend the first half of the year in London, in March we will also have a European tour, we'll spend the summer at festivals, we already know that we will perform at festivals we've been dreaming about all our lives, and we will finish the year with two more tours around countries that we won't have visited in March. So, our new era will be marked by conquering new territories, as well as moving our brains there.

Siddharta is currently celebrating 20 years since the concert at the Bežigrad stadium, where do you think you will celebrate the Stožice concert anniversary in 20 years?

I have no idea, but I certainly hope that we will be as close then as we are now.

I know that most of the Joker Out boys are from Bežigrad, but twenty years ago you were still far from going to concerts, but perhaps you were kicking a ball somewhere around there on the day of the concert?

I was four years old, I know the other guys also weren't old enough to remember that concert. But we have watched it many times on CD.

[awmancreeper]

♡Lonely Boy Will Stay Lonely?. 24 - Dying to Find Out

--❣︎ StayC’s Y/n is notorious for being K-pop’s social butterfly and making friends comes rather easy for her. When she’s asked to be an MC for Inkigayo, one of her co-hosts doesn’t seem too pleased to be working with her. This unknown feeling sparks a drive to become the bestest of friends with him but from the looks of it, he’ll fight her the whole way there.

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“Time to get Y/n!” Your manager's voice rang through your slumber. “Why?!“ you cried out eyes still closed “Because we have a schedule today” You felt your manager's plush hand on your shoulder.

“But I don’t wanna go!” You whined

“L/n we have to be at the company before they get there” he explained pulling the blanket off of you. You thrashed around but something was holding you back “Y/n get up” Yeeun's voice added “It’s fine if we’re a little late,” you said snuggling into your stuffy.

“But we’re already here” your stuffy spoke which sounded like Yoon. Your eyes shot open

You were in the car at the parking garage of the HighUp building “When we get here?” You asked generally confused “And why are you two here?”

“Well~” Yoon began

“Come on y/n” your manager tugged at the backpack's tail. You whined practically asleep as he dragged you out of the dorm “Oh y/n! manager!” Sumin called out. The both of you stopped “Can you please take the maknae’s with you today? They haven’t been out and I’m sure if Chae hears another one of their bickering fests she’s gonna go crazy” Sumin explained pointing at Isa who was in the kitchen drinking coffee while her eyes were bloodshot. “It was 3 in the morning and they were arguing about candles,” Isa said shakily bringing the mug to her lips.

“So can you take them?” Sumin asked but you were too busy climbing your manager’s back trying to get comfortable “Sure” he said.

“Oh, WAIT HOW DO I LOOK!?!” You freaked out grabbing your phone trying to check yourself out “Like how you always look” Yeeun exclaimed as you spotted yourself still wearing your pj shirt that had on with pink sweats. “What is this?!” “Hey, trying to change a sleeping person is a lot harder than it seems” Jayoon grumbled you look down “These aren’t even dancing shoes!” You said pointing at the bear slippers that hugged your feet.

You stretched your legs while looking at the mirror, your manager had left back to the dorms to pick up your shoes and Yoon and J played around the white dance room. You were pondering about the conversation you had with your friends last night, you’d think you know if you had a crush on Hyuka.

They were overreacting to the possible reason for your despair that day. Kai is one of your good friends, yeah he’s hot and cold with you but that’s just because he’s awkward.

You started to really think about it. If you did have a crush on Kai what would that feel like? I mean with Soobin you felt admiration or as Yeeun would call it ‘thirst’.

You’d say Kai was kinda cute and his personality is interesting.

“You okay? your head is kinda smoking” J said walking over to you with your backpack on. “Yeah I’m just thinking” her face cringed “Yikes” she joined you on the floor.

“What’s up?” Yeeun asked, “Do you know what a crush feels like?” You asked her, and she looked at you flabbergasted. Turning her attention to the mirror “Man i don’t know”

“You got a crush on someone?” She question but you just shrugged “I’m not sure”

“Hello,” a male voice called out, both you and J turn to see Yoon greeting your mc partners and their staff with your bear slippers on her hand “Welcome!”

“But I’m dying to find out, Hi Sungie and Ning!”

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[waterdeep-weavemoss]

@dreamingofthewild you wanted me to do the 'give me a character' thing with Astarion. Thank you 💜 I'm putting how I feel at the end. mentions of abuse/trauma. so.

All the people I ship romantically with this character - Let's see... Wyll and Shadowheart. Wyll because canonically they have a huge crush on each other and it would also be so incredibly funny for sweet upstanding pride of the gate Wyll to be with him when Astarion lives for causing chaos. Shadowheart because I think they could really help each other. Astarion would help her with her memory issues and confronting her past actions and how it's not her fault, and she'd help him understand that he's worth more than his body. I think also that both of them could learn gentle loving touch when both of them have been forced to torture and kill.

My non-romantic OTP for this character - Karlach. I almost put her in the romantic option but she desperately wants intimacy including sex and Astarion would rather not have so much, and I really think if they were in a relationship he'd just want to please her and would struggle to say no. Not because she would pressure him in any way just because he would want to fulfill her needs as well. And also Gale. I've said before, they're so similar. I couldn't ship them romantically because I feel like they'd just make each other worse. Both of them are so ambitious and want to be safe but they are looking in the wrong places for it and I think they'd drag each other down the dark path.

My unpopular opinion about this character - He doesn't woobify himself so we shouldn't either. He says he would've killed you, if you'd met at a different time. And he's right. It takes months for him to grow into a person who looks out for others. I suppose it's also unpopular to say I loathe ascended Astarion, and that includes batstarion and all of that. It's not cute. What he represents is disgusting and it is so clear to me as an abuse survivor who was abused BY another survivor that the Ascendant is a hollow caricature of the man Astarion is. It's not 'keeping him low' to have him remain a spawn. It's allowing him to keep his humanity and sweetness and build on it to become a better person for himself and others. The Ascendant is a wreck. He's more broken after the ritual than he ever was before it.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon - I think we all wish he could be cured but I wish he could also just settle somewhere? Like have a home base that he and Tav (or Durge) adventure from. Maybe outside of Baldur's Gate. Maybe in Waterdeep.

How I feel about this character - I have many, many complex feelings about Astarion. I staked him in my first playthrough because his mean streak really got my back up and annoyed me. On my next playthrough I gave him a chance this time and it felt so incredibly rewarding to get 'ah, my favourite travelling companion' in act 2. It felt like making friends with a mean cat. And then we got to Cazador. Cazador, who was so close to my own pathetic, power hungry, posturing abuser that it took my breath away a little bit. Cazador who like my own abuser would lock Astarion away because he couldn't have freedom. Who said they were family even as he hurt him. Even as he moulded him into someone else from who he had been. Someone Astarion- and I- could never go back to. Someone to mourn, when it was all over. His death is still my favourite thing in this game. I always itch for the Cazador fight as soon as I get to act 3. Seeing Astarion stab him repeatedly? Yeah. I wish I could too. But when he fell to his knees and scream sobbed... yeah. I've been there. My god I cried with him. And I was so proud of him, too. Realising he could be better than what he made him. Yeah. Then I romanced him, and was floored by how this mean, dismissive, manipulative man softens into someone not only gentle but sweet. Someone who wants desperately to love but doesn't know how, but will try, for this one person. The way he understands exactly what's happening if you enter into the pact with Haarlep, and tells Tav he's sorry, he's been there, it's not their fault and they shouldn't have to just put up with it and not to suffer alone. The way he is the ONLY person to truly understand Durge and urges them to be better if they're resisting. He was not the person I thought would be telling me, the player, what I needed to hear, and every time I just felt cracked open. That we aren't shackled to our pasts. That sometimes you never get the apology you deserve and you need to be okay with that for your own sake. That the person you are now is what counts, but you must confront the person you were and lay them to rest. He is so ride or die for the player character if you put in the time and effort for him that it just blows my mind. The minute Tav or Durge is threatened he's in his feral little crouch ready to fight for them, because they fought for him, too. That got a little out of hand. But I love Astarion so much. His story gave me the courage to start setting my own hard boundaries and as a result I broke off a five year friendship that was making my hair fall out from stress, and a few months later quit my PhD because it was ruining not only my wellbeing but also my love of writing and reading. And now I'm doing so much better. And the catalyst was Astarion's story. So yeah. I don't care if people hate him. He quite honestly changed my life. 'You're not alone in this. None of us are.'

[napswithwolfie]

LU Pokemon AU

Looking for pokemon with multiple concinesses to build four’s team was very fun ngl, tough it did get op quickly what with the empahise on steel types for his team. Anyhoot enjoy the hc’s :))))

(lord forgive me for the horrible names i’ve given some of these poor mons. I promise to give them proper names in the futures…)

Time Sky Warriors Twilight Wild Legend Hyrule 🧩Four Wind 

Team descriptions under the cut 👋👀

🧩Minccino: Smol. Mousey. Adorable - a sweet minish native. I originally wanted to make mincinno Four’s main mon but that felt a little underwhelming (no hate minny babes sobs). 

Mincinno has an easygoing personality, letting the wind take them where it wants, enjoying all the opportunities that comes its way. They are able to find the small joys in the mundane that most others may misinterpret as childish naivety. They insist on keeping junk they find, puzzling over items trying to figure out how to recycle what it finds.

🧩Mawile: (so i know the pokedex strongly insists mawiles jaw is just a set of horns, but we’re gonna ignore all that and say its a second head. Okay cool sweet nice) 

Their two consciousness are at odds with one another most times, often with the jaw snapping in odd directions trying to tug mawile away from whatever they’re doing. It can be annoying relying on someone else to get everything done but Maws trusts Smiles to listen to them. But eh, its not so bad being in the passenger seat, much simpler in fact not having to worry about much.     

🧩Magnezone: Its endearing seeing someone as large and bulky as Magnezone hovering over a flower its curious over. Similar to Four they’re housing multiple personalities that they will swap between.

1: shy careful   2: easily distracted clumsy   3: bold insistent Each on of their personality will let their curiosity drag them away

🧩Leavanny: Infinite patience - This is a team with 13 consciousness - They will pull on their motherly instincts to wangle each and every present mind into line. You bet when they blow a gasket everyone suffers. 

🧩Aegislash: (similar to mawile we’re gonna tweak actual cannon to suit my needs, in my case the blade and shield are separate entities and have a symbiotic relationship.) 

Sword (gods i promise i’ll give them proper names, mercy i cri) is a timid creature unsure of their own strength. They get overwhelmed easily and constantly beg to hide behind Sheild. This frustrates Sheild to no end, adding to its complex over its passive form. 

They hate seeing Sword belittle themselves, that they can’t understand their own strength, and their potential to be a powerful duo. Though they don’t know how to show Sword this and their attempts at ‘encouragement’ often come across as bullying. 

🧩Hydreigon: Iirc dink is a big part of four’s story so we’re gonna try and squeeze him in here.

I really have no idea what im doing here so gonna leave it be and work on it later when i learn more about fours dink.

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Notes: I reeeeeeeeally wanted to include metagross in four’s team with each cores’ colour matching his spirits’. Tho the 1-2-3 pattern had to stay with four tying it all together nicely.

Honorable mention to spida tho. I thought of a them having a chameleon like affect with their spot arrangement switching whenever a different persona took the wheel.

I actually havent played that many zelda games, and surprisingly of the few i did play four swords and minish were some of them. But that was forever ago when they literally first released, so i remember next to nothing about those games.

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🔴 Partner Pokemon: Mawile ⚪ Smaller team: Minccino, Mawile, Magnezone

🔂Time 🐥Sky 🌹Warriors 🐶Twilight 🏹Wild ✌️Legend 🍃Hyrule 🧩Four 🌊Wind

[clairethecutepup]

Tykes at Heart: Getting Your Goat (Ch. 2)

Our tykes try to find out what exactly is causing Cio's new goat to be so... "homicidal," to put it nicely (and it is the nicest way to describe it). Unfortunately, Cio faces some bad news on top of his goat's attitude...

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[Chapter Title: Antidote for an Angry Goat…?]

It took some time-- and all of the poor hybrids' well-being --but everyone managed to get the goat into the pen. Claire and Cio lay atop each other, panting while their canid ears and tails hang over themselves. Poor little Faxie found his small body sandwiched in between them. Suru found his head stuck in the building's back wall, his fox tail twitching around in anticipation of his head's freedom; while Kage drags herself back outside from the door that she previously flew past, her fox ears and tail hanging limply on her. Only Ryuketsu could be the still-standing triplet-- and generally standing person --as the large fox-man managed to hold the repeatedly rammed gate in place. Speaking of “twins,” what of the Winnings' fate?

"Leena, stay still!" Sparky cries, "Whatever you do, don't panic!"

"Sparky, look!" Leena points, "I can see our apartment from here!"

Sparky gazes around for something to help, while Leena looks on from the billboard that managed to hook the flying girl's shirt. Even literally, as she's hanging in the ending curve of a giant rod's line. Unfortunately, even those on the slimmer side can be doomed by gravity: Leena stops wagging her tail and screams, plummeting toward the ground with a ripped shirt bottom. Sparky also screams and hurries to catch his sibling, paws and furry arms outstretched. His attempts are thwarted by the long top of a street light: Leena's front-- face and all --emit a metallic, Clang! after the harsh landing.

"... Leena, are you--"

She slides off and lands atop her grimacing brother, laying them both on the sidewalk.

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Everyone later recovers within the booths of the dining area, while Ryuketsu still remains as guard of the pen’s gate outside. Everyone takes a turn with the aspirin bottle, whether for their sore head or other aching body parts. Faxie didn’t require any, being a mechanical pet that lacked proper “feeling,” but his receptors and otherwise still remained dazed by the goat’s assault: the poor little thing just laid upon the table, his eyes spinning during his stay beside Cio.

“Cio, I know you want to make your own ingredients,” Sparky sighs, “but I think it’s safe to say that it’s a little… dangerous.”

“Look man,” Cio sighs back, “she’s probably just nervous, that’s all… I’m sure that once she gets settled in, she’ll stop trying to commit mass murder.”

“Maybe you’re better off getting a new goat…?” Sparky continues, “Who knows when that one will finally calm down…”

Claire mentally seconded the idea… She loves goats, but this would end with them all in the hospital. In her eyes, it seemed the animal just hated everyone, instead of it simply being afraid. She even thinks it tried to impale Cio and everyone else, instead of simply launching them! … Would Cio be upset if she preferred ordering takeout, instead of eating anywhere near the building now? Hopefully, he wouldn’t mind keeping video gaming and whatnot to strictly “long distance” measures… Or, he could always just come to her or the twins’ places-- in fact, maybe he should just live with either of them for now? Grayson would be happy to have his brother back under the same roof.

“Um, Cio?” Kage raises her braceleted hand, “Can I please do deliveries from now on, instead of the cash register?”

Kage also shuddered at the thought of Satan’s-Fitting-Symbol leveling the place.

“Come on, man,” Cio assures, “Kenny’s got her under control, and I’m sure she’ll calm down.”

“Um, can I work from home instead then…?” Kage still tries, “I think I heard it’s possible to do cashier jobs from far away…”

“Dude, everyone’s staying at the pizzeria…”

"Cio, please,”  Sparky interjects and stands, “it should honestly be everyone but that awful goat! I'm sorry, but I really think you shouldn't just 'give her time'..."

"Well, I don't really have much choice, man!" Cio shrugs, "They said that all 'livestock' sales are final... To be honest, I don't like it either, but I gotta now."

"Why can you not give her back?" Leena asks, "I am allowed to give things back to the store if I do not like them..."

"It was something about not wanting to risk 'sick' or 'injured' inventory," Cio sighs, "Even if that second part’s probably gonna happen to us instead..."

Sparky sighs, "Well, I guess you never do know what could happen to them..."

"I know what’ll happen to us!” Suru puffs his cheeks out, “That mean goat’s gonna give me another headache and do even worse stuff to everyone!”

"Maybe not, man..." Cio shrugs, "We just gotta find some way to help her relax and maybe she'll be nicer."

"Oh, I think I can help!" Leena stands proudly, "I am already good at calming my little buddy here."

Leena pats Claire's head, before giving her hair the most affectionate ruffle. Claire smiles and wags her tail, reaching a paw up to the hair-messing hand. Leena demonstrates her point through visually enacting her next words.

"Petting, scratching and especially hugs always make sad or nervous people happy again."

"Don't put her to sleep, man," Cio requests, "I'd like everyone to help me with that goat."

Claire simply laid back in Leena's arms, until the taller girl lightly patted her cheek.

"Wake up, Little Buddy, it was meant as an example and not to be an actual nap-starter."

Claire fully sits up, moving her glasses upward to slightly rub her right eye. It was always hard for a touch-sensitive pup to not pass out from all that.

"Uh, I don't think you should get close enough to do all that..." Sparky gulps, "That goat would only need you inside the pen to do even worse... I already had to worry about you falling from a three-story billboard, Leena. And, of course, the painful aftermath..."

"Pi-shaw, Sparky," she waves him off, "for nothing can be worse than that."

"What about actually dying this time, Leena...?"

“But people die all the time, Sparky, and for Cio’s sake--” Leena pats the mentioned friend’s head, “I must do my duty as a friend and not be stopped by what will happen to me anyway.”

"You can prolong your death, though, Leena..." Sparky then looks at Cio, "But I guess you’ve got a point: if you really are stuck with this goat, then we would have to find some way to make things work out..."

"It is time for me to shine!" Leena heads toward the outdoor pen, "Beware, little goat, for you shall become nice and friendly!"

Sparky immediately chases after.

"Leena, don't just walk back in there...!!"

Everyone else hastily follows as well, Kage carrying the still-sleepy Claire along, before they all dogpile the husky-hybrid.

"Sorry Leena," Sparky sighs, "but we really need a better plan than just walking back in..."

"You are right, Sparky," Leena pops her head out, "I should get a carrot first. Goats like them as much as horses, right?"

Everyone had to agree: perhaps some treats could help soothe the savage beast. Although, a salt lick was deemed more a goat's desired snack. Everyone leans back in anticipation, hiding behind the tallest that is Ryuketsu, as the giant fox-man holds the long pole that the treat is tied onto. It didn't take a genius to realize it’d result in a bitten-off end that looked like a woodchipper's aftermath, so everyone only felt more fear than any surprise.

Leena suggests, "Should we try another one?"

Cio gulps, "Uh, I think she'd rather eat our souls next instead..."

Cio certainly felt his pierced by those glaring eyes above the chewing maw.

Suru asks, "What's after ‘treats’?"

"Scented candles," Leena nods, "our mom always says that they relax her during baths."

"Dude, I don't want fire anywhere near her!" Cio protests, "She's already dangerous without some kind of hazard around...!"

"Do not worry, as I can hold the candle away," Leena continues, "or we can use canned air freshener instead."

"I think we'd better stick to more standard means for animals," Sparky suggests, "Maybe we're also rushing things a bit: we're probably better off approaching her and making peace, after she's had a day or two to take in her new environment."

"I guess that makes sense..." Cio sighs, "I just hope she'll eventually let me get close enough to milk her..."

"I suggest wearing a helmet-- one with a face guard, too," Sparky gulps, "Sure, you're usually beside the animal, but you never know..."

A couple days pass… and it’s a good thing Leena is arguably “braindead” already, otherwise she’d have become permanently comatosed: being the only one brave enough (or likelier stupid enough) to enter the pen, she’d often find herself being struck in the head or hitting it after each launch. Everyone insisted she get Ryuketsu’s help in restraining the goat, thus reducing the risk of injury and death; but Leena felt it would “build better trust” if the goat didn’t feel like it was “bullied into also being nice.” Well, they all supposed they could understand the logic, especially Claire: the pup would hate it herself if she was held in place, and forced to let someone untrusted come near her and especially do anything with her. This time, the ground breaks Leena’s fall, as her face slides along it and creates a small trench. Everyone else winces at the scene.

"I think I am getting somewhere, guys," Leena keeps her face down, "She did not launch me out of the pen that time, so she is starting to like me being in it."

The goat then crushes her spine underneath all four pouncing hooves.

"... Nope, I have not done it yet."

"Aw man," Cio sighs, his fox ears hanging, "we're never getting her to calm down..."

"I've been thinking that maybe we should get a vet?" Sparky suggests, "There could be an underlying issue."

"Nah man, she’s clearly healthy and fine if she’s able to attack us so easily… She’d probably be more defensive, too, instead of offensive.”

Leena is flipped over the fence and crushes Cio, making his face slam into the grass. With Faxie being in his front overall pocket, the poor little critter whimpers and finds himself unable to move under the weight.

“Are my legs still there?” Leena asks, “I cannot feel them…”

“... You know…” Cio keeps his face down, “I’m willing to try anything, even if it seems unnecessary...”

Unfortunately, the local vet is familiar with more “traditional” pets: cats, dogs, birds… It also doesn’t help that she can’t be thorough with such an antagonizing creature. If not for Ryuketsu still managing to restrain the beast, a doctor would’ve been needed instead.

“Well, everything seems to be fine…” the terrified woman backs away, hiding her face behind her clipboard, “No signs of illness or injury, but I did make a discovery…” she feels for the pen entrance, not taking her eyes off the horned menace, “Your doe isn’t actually one, but a buck… I guess that would explain the terrifying streng-- GÜTIGER HIMMEL!!!”

The full-human barely had time to exit and slam the gate shut, before the goat’s horns practically impaled the portion of fencing.

“Sorry…” Ryuketsu pulls him away, “He got free…”

“If that’s all you need of me…” the lady continues backing away, “I’ll send you a bill later…”

She turns around and runs, while Cio stands about in wide-eyed disbelief.

“... Are you freakin’ kidding me, man?!” he throws his hands up, “Even if I do somehow get that crazy goat to calm down, I won’t be able to use her-- him like I need to?!”

“Okay, that does make things a bit harder…” Sparky rubs the back of his head, “But even if ‘sales are final,’ they still have to fix any mistakes on their part, right?”

“I sure hope so, man…”

However, was it a mistake on the company’s part…?

[End Chapter]

********

Keyword of advice: if you EVER have a question pop into your head when writing, look up the answer immediately. I just realized that I almost repeated a plothole that's present in the original draft of this story, back when it was "Claire's Companions" instead: I wondered if "all sales are final" means it includes any possible errors on the company's part, so I looked it up in ChatGPT and learned that a company CANNOT actually get away with denying exchanges/refunds/etc. if there was a proven error on their end of things-- "sales final" or not. Yeah, in the original draft of both that series and TAH, Cio wouldn't be able to do anything because the site claimed for legal protection: "Sales are final, no matter what."

PS: remember that for general legal help, in case you ever actually find yourself in such a situation and especially if some seller tries convincing you, "Oh, well, we warned you it was 'final' regardless and now we'd like you to be naive enough to assume you can't do jack about it." Believe me, some people WILL try to use a general lack of knowledge against you if you're not careful.

[shyanshippingsociety]

Shyan Shipping Society - NY Fic Exchange 2024

hi everyone!

can you believe it's our fourth annual new years exchange? we had some amazing fics and art (hosted in our server!) and i can't wait to bring them all to you here! let's go!

CHECK OUT THE AO3 COLLECTION!

doll island by idkspookystuff | E, 3K, complete

So Shane clearly picked up something on the Island. Something that made him hot and sweaty and horny, apparently. It doesn’t sound like any spider venom Ryan’s ever heard of, or the signs of a demonic curse. Although, a curse- “Oh, fuck,” Ryan swears. it's 2016, shane & ryan are on the island of the dolls, and a demonic doll plays matchmaker

satan, you're a nerve-y one by icantturnthisthingoff | E, 1K, complete

After a series of unfortunate events, Ryan finds himself alone on New Years Eve wishing he had someone to keep him company Enter, Incubus Shane

The Sky In The Snow by Charmingwolf | T, 1K, complete

A group of backpackers stayed the night in an abandoned shed deep in the forest. In the dark, one was journaled their adventures until they felt the rumble of a massive creature just outside the thin walls. They looked out the window and saw a huge black thing with scales that twinkled like stars and huge fangs that dripped puddles of dark goo as it walked. That was all they got down before the creature attacked. It tore down the walls of the shed before killing the backpackers and dragging them into the crunchy frostbitten grass. That was 20 years ago. No one has seen the creature since. Ryan and the producers think it would make a great video to go hunting for the creature dubbed The Forest Hill Lizard.

one random night when everything changes by Artemis | E, 1K, complete

Ryan looks for Shane on New Year's Eve and finds more than just the person he was looking for that night. AKA Shane confesses his love for Ryan, they smooch, then they do something about it.

all in! by anonymous | T, 4K, complete

“I bet…," he starts, flashing a grin at Shane's flushed face. "you won’t kiss me on New Year’s Eve.” Ryan watches as Shane instantly runs the numbers on this, through whatever mental calculator he has in his brain. He imagines beeps and whirs, gears turning words into numbers. “Alright, Bergara,” he says, after a moment. Then, he slides his whole stack of chips sitting on the pool table and nods, slow and considering. “I’m all in.” OR: Ryan makes a bet. It escalates from there.

They Got Subway at 2 am by Charmingwolf | M, 1K, complete

After a very silly and kind of sexually charged shoot, Shane and Ryan explore each other's bodies like they have done many times before.

Given the Chance by PlatinumPussycat208 | E, 3K, complete

“It’s…I built a time machine.” Ryan and Shane blinked at each other. The other Shane and Ryan looked at one another, but stayed in the doorway quietly. “Fuck off, Steven. That’s not funny.” Shane’s voice was serious now. “No! I mean it!” Steven cried. “It’s how I’ve been keeping on top of everything here! It only goes back a little! It just gives me more time in the day!” Ryan barked out a laugh. “Oh my god…trust Steven to build a time machine to do more work.” - a fun, smutty fic for the SSS NY Exchange!

Scheming for a Smooch by Impala_Chick | T, 2K, complete

The boys both decide to make a move on each other with a New Year's kiss at midnight. Only problem is, they're both plotting to get a smooch and the other doesn't know it yet.

Their dynamic is... by tasty_littl_snack | G, 1K, complete

Food files from the cameraman's perspective.

With A Little Help From Our Friends by quackers | M, 3K, complete

Everyone thinks they know Ryan and Shane's secret. Everyone. They might be wrong.

thank you so much to all of the incredible creators who joined this event! happy 2024 from the sss mods! we have so many fun things planned so make sure you follow us here on tumblr or join the server so you don't miss out! we hope you had a great 2023 in our server/on our blog and we can't wait for you to continue having a great time in our server in 2024!

love you!

the mods

[thecluelessdoctor]

How would you write/rewrite Exes and Oohs? Aka. episode that exposes Moxxie's mafia backstory.

OH HELL YES OK

First let's start with what's wrong with the episode.

My major problem was that again, tone was terrible. It wanted a imitating tone anytime crimson was in screen, but it made him a fucking joke.

Chaz also felt lazy, like I don't mind a character that only cares about dicking down, its hell after all, but chaz felt like a terrible plot element for drama, especially because they made him be the ex of both Moxxie and Millie, which is just crappy. And how would Millie and Chaz meet?? We have no evidence Millie left wrath before joining IMP, same with Chaz. Chaz in general just didn't need to exist

So, how would I fix the episode?

It's not a bad episode, but it isn't good either. And for once backstory doesn't feel forced because Moxxie has been shown to be incredibly good with weapons, and know alot about them, so it kinda makes sense we was once apart of a mob.

Anyway

Rewriting the episode

The episode will begin the same, I.M.P getting a call to go to greed. Moxxie seems uncomfortable with the idea, but they go anyway.

They end up at crimson's place, crimson not being there, but they are instead greeted by someone of the mob who only refers to crimson as Boss. Moxxie recognizes the place instantly, and attempts to back down. Blitz being blitz, makes him go anyway.

The mob person brings them to a meeting room, with very little lighting other than the green light through the cracks though the curtain, a dark figure sitting behind a desk, a plume of smoke making it even harder to see who it was.

Moxxie seems almost scared as the trio is shoved in, and the door shuts behind them. Crimson, the figure behind the desk talks to them about why they are really there. He's very blunt and says he wants Moxxie.

Blitz objects, saying mox is one of his best employees. Crimson obviously isn't happy with this answer, and with a snap both Blitz and Millie are dragged out, leaving Moxxie in the room with Crimson.

The curtains are opened, allowing Moxxie to see crimson.

Crimson talks about what Moxxie cost the mob when he got caught, and then completely left the Mob for some cheap job. The mob was on Mammon's wanted his, and Moxxie was going to pay. Moxxie retaliates, threatening crimson. Crimson is unamused, and has Moxxie dragged away, and locked into a room separated from Millie and Blitz

Cut to Millie and blitz, who are in two separate rooms, stripped of any and all weapons. Blitz is trying to think of a way out. They couldn't get through the door, with it being locked and plenty of gangsters outside, that wasn't a option. The window wasn't a option from them either seeing how they were on the 2nd or 3rd story. Millie is in despair, desperately trying to break out.

Cut back to moxxie, who's on a first floor room, locked in, without any weapons. Luckily the person who through him in there didn't check for the window being locked or barred.

Moxxie escaped through the window, sneaking around outside. Luckily not to many gangsters were out. He had to find a way to get Millie and blitz out

Que him being caught, and completely bad ass fight scene because he deserves it. He takes the weapons off the Hellborne gangster. Now he had a way.

He had two guns, both full, and four mags, and a knife. He found another unlocked window that didn't lead to a room, and he broke back in, checking as many doors as he could.

He manages to find Blitz's room, and shoots the lock, alerting gangsters in the building. He gives a gun to blitz, as well as a mag. Que bad ass fighting scene

They manage to find Millie in the fit of battle. Moxxie tosses Millie the knife and more fighting.

They make their way out of the mansion, but not with our a encounter with crimson, who shoots Moxxie in the arm and horn. Very painful

Crimson claims he will get his revenge, planning to shoot Moxxie fatally, before blitz shoots him. Not accurately, but good enough to wound crimson enough to retreat. They steal a car, and attempt to get to the nearest hospital.

The episode ends with moxxie in a hospital with Millie beside him, asleep.

outro

THE END

Naming this episode 'Close Call'