#mature audiences only

[ineffableclassics]

...or the Life of That One Caesar That Crowley Finds Absolutely Appalling. Following Suetonius' The Lives of the Twelve Caesars.

Sent to tempt Caligula, Crowley finds a terrible day is vastly improved by a chance meeting with Aziraphale. Unfortunately Aziraphale has just recently returned from a long stint of Heavenly indoctrination and remembers little of their relationship before his recall to Heaven eight years ago.

Of course, mistakes were made...

Words: 10,578

Status: Complete

Rating: Mature

[polydeuces]

𝕻𝖗𝖔𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖚𝖊

𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚘𝚗𝚎: 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜

𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯 ; Dexter Morgan x Fem! Reader (Cult Leader)

𝔰𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰 ; You linger in Dexter Morgan’s shadows, close enough to feel the darkness he hides so well. You know his secrets, his rituals, the thrill he keeps hidden from the world. Silently, you wait for that perfect moment to step into his path—so he can finally see that he’s been hunted all along.

𝔠𝔴 / 𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 ; (688words) mentions of cults, stalking, potential violence, intrusive thoughts, and elements of psychological tension.

ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ | ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ | ɴᴇxᴛ

He was supposed to be the predator.

You’d watched him for a year now, the man who walked through the world with an all too familiar blend of invisibility and quiet command. Dexter Morgan, a blood–spatter analyst by day and something far more dangerous by night. But those were his surface-level disguises. You’d begun to peel back the layers, unraveling the nuances of a man who navigated life in the shadows, just as you have for so many years now.

It started innocently enough—fleeting moments when you’d caught sight of him on the crowded Miami streets, merging into the sea of faces like he belonged there. But you knew better. You knew what it was to wear masks, to walk amoung people undetected, unseen and unnoticed. There was something about him, the way he looked at the world, made him all the more intriguing.

So you watched. Carefully, hidden, with a patience you’d honed over years of practice, you observed him as he slipped out of his office at night, slightly tense in his gaze, focused, distant, as if he were listening to something only he could hear. Often times, you’d follow him to the places he frequented; his home, abandoned warehouses, places where the thin line between light and darkness blurred. You learned his routines, the way he’d pull his signature black gloves onto his hands, the way his eyes would sweep across the streets with a meticulous attention to detail before stepping into his own hidden rituals.

It fascinated you.. his dance, this performance between worlds. His life was a careful balance of precision and secrecy. And then there were his victims. You’d seen him work, watched from the edges as he sized up those he deemed worthy enough. You hadn’t intervened— after all, it wasn’t about them. It was about him. You needed to understand his purpose, what drove him and what rulebook or code tethered him to this life.

You began to study his life beyond the night as well, picking up pieces of Dexter Morgan, the man, the father, the blood-spatter analyst, the widower, the mask. You’d slip into his world unnoticed, lingering at places he went during the day; you listened to his colleagues, his sister and the casual comments that painted a picture of someone, friendly, yet distant, the “nice guy” who kept to himself.

You learned his patterns, his preferences, even the small, old habits he indulged in when he thought no one was watching. You uncovered the Dexter he showed to the world, the façade that kept his true nature hidden.

But you could see it—the subtle tension in his jaw, the guarded look in his eyes that surfaced when someone got too close, the small tells of a hidden life. The knowledge inside you—the kind of intimacy that was both exhilarating and forbidden—you knew him in a way no one else did, knew him not by the lies he told, but by the silence he kept.

So, you kept waiting, biding your time. You wanted him to know that he been seen, that he wasn’t as invisible as he thought. You wanted him to understand that he was no longer the only one who lived by a code of shadows. You watched him for countless nights—slipping in and out of his world like a phantom, leaving a sense of unease that you knew would begin to gnaw at him.

Until finally, one night, you decided it was time.

do not repost/duplicate on other sites. © polydeuces 2024.

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important; please keep in mind that the dexter character is not my own original creation; it’s inspired by the work of the creators behind the tv show.

[uravitsy]

‘BLESSED BE THE FRUIT’ RYOMEN SUKUNA

summary. sukuna finally answers your prayers, ready to give you anything you desire for just a small price in return. ☆

warnings. breedingkink!trueform!sukuna (though he doesn’t have two dicks in this ???), virgin!fem!reader, dirty talk, rough/forceful sex, talk of pregnancy, biblical references, a bit of mythology (?), angst if you squint, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, porn with plot, tw!coercion, you and sukuna are fucking in a temple, this is kinda long and barely edited

a/n. this was loosely inspired by eurydice and hades, if you know you know. i enjoyed diving deeper into some darker topics and exploring sukuna with a breeding kink.

Cloaked in the dim glow of candlelight, you knelt before a modest altar adorned with symbols of the underworld. Your eyes, reflecting a blend of sorrow and determination, were fixed upon an ancient relic representing Sukuna, god of the realm below. With clasped hands and a voice filled with quiet strength, you uttered fervent prayers, seeking solace and sanctuary within the hidden temple. The flickering shadows danced in rhythm to your whispered pleas, creating an atmosphere of otherworldly reverence.

“Please," you whispered, lowering your head beneath the flickering candlelight, the shadows emphasizing the pain in your eyes. "Hear my prayer, Lord Sukuna. Bathe me in all your glory and breathe life into my every desire."

Dealing with the gods was dangerous, a fact you were well aware of, but what other choice did you have? In a world where women were mere possessions, you refused to succumb to a fate of being bartered off like livestock. Each day, you faced the prospect of being presented to suitors—elderly men whose former wives had long since died. It was a fate you couldn't accept. You aspired for more than to become someone's wife; you desired to etch your name into history, to be remembered for more than just a marital tie.

Frustrated by societal expectations, you turned to Lord Sukuna, a deity with a tale that resonated with your own struggles. The legends spoke of his fall from grace, a narrative both pitied and condemned.

"Grant me freedom, the freedom to shape my own destiny, and I shall offer you my body and soul," you implored, slowly disrobing despite the inner warning that this was a dangerous gamble.

As the storm outside intensified, a deafening roar of thunder filled the temple. Startled, you leaped from the cold stone floor as a serpent came before you, its scales brushing against your bare skin. Panic set in, and you screamed, frantically kicking the reptile away.

Your realization of your actions heightened as you hastily covered your exposed body with the silk gown. Ready to leave the temple in disappointment, a chilling voice stopped you in your tracks.

"I come to answer your prayers," the tall figure announced, and as you turned to look, it became apparent he was no ordinary man. With multiple eyes and a visage both unsettling and captivating, it was clear before he spoke that this was Lord Sukuna. Though you recognized him from forbidden stories and images, seeing him in person left you awestruck. The deity towered over you, his appearance more otherworldly than any depiction you had encountered.

"And yet you kick me upon first glance," he snarled, and you dropped to your knees in a bow, pleading for forgiveness.

Yet, Sukuna's response was not what you expected. Swiftly, he materialized behind you, his voice close to your ear, taunting and chilling. As you nervously explained your choice to invoke him, he laughed dismissively, questioning the value of mortal offerings. The encounter with the King of Curses had just begun, leaving you on edge and uncertain of the consequences of your plea.

"Please forgive me, my lord," you uttered, head still bowed, as you sensed Sukuna leaning in closer, his breath brushing against your ear. "I-"

"You, you, you," Sukuna mocked, his tone dripping with disdain. "It's always something you mortals want. I came from my duties to answer your cries for freedom. Was not giving you humans free will enough?"

"I don't have free will or control of my own life," you confessed, glancing over your shoulder to meet Sukuna's gaze. "That is why I called upon you."

With an amused expression, Sukuna suggested drastic solutions, his words making you uneasy. "You could run away, or better yet, kill yourself and give your soul fully to me." You looked down, unable to deny the truth in his words. "Oh, but you won't do that, will you? You mortals always want everything but won't give anything in return."

In response, you steeled yourself, determined to offer what you could. "I can offer you my body and my soul," you declared, a glint of determination in your eyes. "That is all I have to offer."

Sukuna, ancient and seemingly indifferent, stretched his arms with a chuckle. "I am older than the Earth and the Sun itself. I have countless souls and have slept with goddesses.” He tapped his chin with a shake of his head, “No, no, I'm going to need something… more. Something that will weigh on your heart."

Your frown deepened, "Then what do you want?"

"A sacrifice," Sukuna replied, his voice holding a mysterious gravity, leaving you to contemplate the implications of the request. The encounter with the god took a dark turn as the demand for a sacrifice hinted at the potential cost of seeking divine intervention. The weight of your decision began to settle in, and the true nature of the pact you were considering became clearer.

"Sacrifice?" you repeated, the word hanging in the air, leaving you breathless. The realization hit you hard – you were in way over your head. Gambling with the Gods always came with a hefty price.

Sukuna grinned wickedly down at you before revealing his unsettling request. "I am in need of a woman, a woman to carry something very special to me." His fingertips danced across your back, sending a shiver down your spine. "For I need to taint a virgin to birth my son."

The weight of his words sank in, and you instinctively brought your hand to your stomach. "My firstborn child?" Your words echoed in your ears.

"That child would belong to the Gods, to me. It wouldn't be yours," Sukuna explained coldly.

"But I would carry him as my own."

"You'd be nothing but a mere vessel," Sukuna pressed his hand against yours, his black nails digging into your skin. "Do this one task, and I shall ravish you in wealth and power."

The internal struggle reflected in your expression, but Sukuna cut off your thoughts. "I don't have all day, (y/n)." His touch sent shudders through you. Sukuna laughed, his gaze roving over your body as if you were nothing but a piece of meat. "Do you accept?"

Caught in the web of your own desires, you hesitated. Sukuna, the King of Curses, already knew your answer before you spoke it. Your words were trapped in your throat as he continued undressing you. The silk gown you were being discarded, pooling around your ankles. The vulnerability of the moment made it clear how little agency you truly had.

"I accept," you finally whispered, turning around in his arms, ready to submit yourself to him. "I will give you a son."

Little did you know the depths of the consequences this pact would unleash. As you willingly embraced the bargain, you couldn't fathom the entanglement of your fate with the God of death. The journey ahead would prove more treacherous than you could have ever imagined, and the true cost of your decision was yet to unfold.

“Then let’s get to the fun part shall we?”

You had to admit that this wasn’t how you imagined losing your virginity. You thought it would be the traditional way, on your wedding night against a plush feathered stuff bed but clearly the universe had other plans for you. Your body felt as if it was on fire under Sukuna’s gaze, your legs spread apart for him to see you and all your naked glory.

“Look at you, so ripe and ready to be plucked,” Sukuna grins, “I should warn you that I am not the gentle type.”

“I can handle you,” You tell him with a new found confidence.

“Oh?” Your breath hitched in your throat as you felt his long slender fingers glide up along your wet folds, “Don’t get too cocky, little lamb.”

You winced in slight pain, his finger entering you up to his knuckles. Sukuna didn’t even give you time to adjust before he started fucking you with his finger, a glob of spit leaving his mouth and on to your naked cunt to get you more lubricated and to make the dry feeling less uncomfortable.

Once his finger could slide into you with ease he added another, his eyes never leaving your face so he could watch your every expression. You tried to bite back your moan, not wanting him to know that that pain you felt now turned into something that was pleasurable. It started off as a faint feeling inside your lower abdomen but it grew, and it had your legs shaking slightly from ecstasy, “Lord S-Sukuna..”

“What was that?” Sukuna pretended not to hear you, “I can’t hear you over the lewd sounds your pussy is making, dove, you got to speak up.”

“Ah!” You tossed your head back at the sudden feeling of Sukuna’s warm tongue on your pussy, it was long and felt a little rough but its warmth had you become a quivering mess. It was all a new sensation, something that the books don’t tell you— that sex can actually feel better if you had a somewhat relationship with the person you’re being intimate with. It was different with you though because you hardly knew Sukuna and yet it was if you’ve known him for years.

“Sukuna..” you moaned his name, the sound bouncing off the temple walls. That pit of pleasure only growing, something that was foreign and seemed forbidden to chase, “I—This feeling—Ah!”

“What a cute virgin you are,” Sukuna’s tongue was exceptionally long as he toyed with your clit, teasing the bundle of nerves as he spoke, “You’re the perfect woman to be filled with my cum.”

“M’gonna..” your legs began to tremble at the pleasure, your chest rising and falling as that wave inside you intensified. You were now being fucked with three fingers, Sukuna enjoyed the sight of your pussy sucking his large fingers in as if your body was specifically made for him, his own cock hardening underneath his kimono.

That wave inside you crashed, your orgasm falling over you, leaving your body involuntarily shaking at that overwhelming feeling of pleasure. Sukuna helped you through your release, his fingers quickly replaced by his thick cock that he slowly moved up and down your soaked folds, teasingly rubbing his swollen tip along your clit.

Your eyes widened at his size, you were sure that he was half the size of your arm. It was intimidating to say the least but what did you expect from one of the Gods? “You’re so big..”

“Aren’t you observant?” Sukuna teased, before taking ahold your legs in his large hands, with a snap of his fingers he materialized a pillow to rest beneath you, giving you a bit more comfort than the stone floor. You thought the gesture was sweet, making you realize that just maybe there was something warm brewing inside his cold, black heart.

Though those thoughts quickly faded as you watched him press your legs forward, your knees against your chest. You were fully exposed to him and unable to move, his fingertips dug into your soft plush thighs with such force you were sure it would leave a mark come morning.

“Now open up for me.” without warning, Sukuna thrusted inside you to the hilt, kissing your cervix with the tip of his cock. To say that you felt as though you were splitting in two was an understatement. It felt as though something ripped inside you, the pain was so instant that you tried to struggle away from his grasp but to no avail. Tears fell from your eyes as you bit down on your bottom lip so harshly to the point where it drew blood. Sukuna was your only source of leverage as he began to pound you against the temple floor. The sound of his balls slapping against your ass and your muffled moans was tuned out by the roaring storm still ensuing outside.

“Look at that little dove,” Sukuna groans at the sight of your small frame taking in his large cock, the thin trail of blood sliding down his veiny length almost sending him into a frenzy, “You aren’t a virgin anymore.”

“Sukuna…please..” Sukuna felt pity for you, for he knew this was no easy task, sleeping with a God— especially since he could be so cruel. To ease the pain, Sukuna opened his mouth on his stomach so his tongue could be free, lapping at your sensitive bundle of nerves yet again as he moved his other two free hands to fondle at your breast, pinching and tugging at your nipples to invoke more pleasure than pain. He knew his goal succeeded when your whimpers quickly turned into soft moans, your glossy eyes looking up at him with such reckless abandon.

“Is that better? I feel you clenching around my cock,” When you didn’t answer right away, Sukuna snaked his fingers in your hair, roughly pulling on the strands to toss your head back and expose your neck to him, “Answer me.”

“It’s s’good,” His cock pistoling inside you had your mind scrambled, eyes rolling further back into your head in pleasure.

“Ah, fuck.” Sukuna was enjoying this, enjoying this a bit too much. It had been a least a thousand years since he had sex with a mortal. He forgot how cute they could be, how fragile they are, “That’s it, take my cock, you like being fucked now don’t you? I bet after this a simple man won’t ever be able to satisfy you.”

You quickly found Sukuna’s fingers in your mouth to stop you from making any more noises. You moan around his cold digits, sucking and gliding your tongue along his fingers as if your life depended on it. Sukuna let out a string of profanities, retracting his hips before plunging himself right back into your greedy cunt; groaning softly at the sight of you quivering under his touch.

Sukuna’s hips continuously collided with yours, over and over with a lewd squelch coming from each forceful slam. You whimpered out his name like a soft prayer. Your drool slipping out of the corner of your mouth and down your chin. The pleasure that racked through you had your whole body shaking against his Sukuna’s death grip, you were unable to move, your role was to simply lie there and take whatever he was giving you with no complaints.

Sukuna kept you pinned to the floor, your legs pinned against you so you could watch as his large cock disappeared inside you. You couldn’t believe that it would barely fit before and now you were taking him like a champ, all of him.

"Look at you, taking my cock so well.”

Another orgasm came over you— making you toss your head back with a loud moan as Sukuna continued to thrusts into your tight velvety walls. You didn’t noticed he had flipped you over until you felt you cheek press against the floor and his large tongue attacked your sensitive pussy yet again.

“Oh my god, s-sukuna..” Your eyes nearly rolled into the back of your head at the feeling of him fucking you with his tongue. It felt warm, so warm and inviting that you couldn’t stop your own hips from moving back to meet his sinful ministrations, “Yes..”

“You’re quite enticing for a virgin,” Sukuna licked his lips after he was done eating you out like a man starved. Using two of his free hands, he parted your ass cheeks, spreading you wide open for him so he could easily slide his dick in once again. You winced from the pain, this angle making him just go slightly deeper to the point where you felt a slight budge in your lower abdomen. It has you limp, completely powerless against the King of Curses as he used you like a simple toy, “Why, you’re nothing but a slobbish mess. Is my dick that good, dove? You want me to keep fucking this pussy, don’t you?”

“Yes, yes, yes!” You were crumbling, his name falling off your lips incoherently as he fucked you into another orgasm.

“You ready to take my cum?” Sukuna grunted, feeling his own release nearly reaching its peak. The God sat back against the temple steps, pulling you with him so you were in his lap, your feet on either side of his thighs as his large hands bounced you on his cock with such force it had your mind spiraling. You don’t know which hand it was but one of them found its way to your throat as he fucked you ruthlessly while the others held onto your thighs, forcing you to be still while he pounded up into you, his swollen balls slapping against your ass in the most sinful way, “C’mon woman, tell me you want it,” You shuddered at the feeling of his tongue against your ear, his voice in a cruel whisper.

“I want it.” Your back was against his chest and head on his shoulder as you began to move on your own accord, not even realizing that Sukuna loosened his grip on you.

Sukuna grinned wide, his eyes glinting with mischief. He knew that once he filled your womb you would be bound to him forever, an invisible contract sealing your fate as the mother to his child. You were his now, he owned you in more ways than one— that is what happens when you make a deal with the devil himself.

“I can’t hear you,” He teased, hands moving to cup your full breasts as his sharp teeth grazed your neck.

“I want it!”

“How badly?”

“So, so bad please…cum inside me, Lord Sukuna.”

With those words Sukuna painted your walls white with his load of cum, burying into you to the hilt to ensure that not a single drop would be spilled. You went limp against him, eventually passing out from exhaustion. Sukuna's laughter echoed, a sinister symphony as he gently traced circles on your stomach, foretelling the emergence of his heir.

The King of Curses, now bound by an unsettling promise, sought to give you a life bathed in opulence and liberation—a reward for your courageous surrender, offering both body and mind to bear the weight of his lineage.

Your destinies were now intertwined, a complex tapestry of sacrifice and anticipation. The promise of new life echoes in the air. In nine months on a full moon such as this, a child will enter the world, bearing the legacy of Sukuna. Amidst the shadows of power and ambition, your role is pivotal—a linchpin in a grand design. Sukuna's excitement resonates, not just for his prince, but for a future that hinges on your connection. The gravity of your intertwined fates, a force impossible to escape, draws you deeper into the intricate dance of destiny.

URAVITSY 2024

[orienteddreamerrr]

Imagine: Shadow saving you from a suicide attempt…

(Shadow the Hedgehog X Fem reader!)

(SHORT! A DRABBLE!)

Rating: PG-13 for…Angst, attempted suicide but very fluffy towards the end!

(Don’t read if you have/had trauma like this before!)

(Not sure why I wanted to create this…for awareness??? I guess???)

Normally you would be at home, wanting to rest of course and maybe have some time with Shadow. But no. You were stuck here in your corner office, busying yourself with mundane work of filing papers. It was getting tiresome as you were hoping for Shadow to come rescue you. But no. He was busy, forced to be fighting alongside with G.U.N soldiers somewhere. You sigh to yourself as you see the clock, the hand almost hitting 9. You were tired. But that could also be your depression. Your boss comes out of nowhere and notices your mood. “Hey…what’s wrong?”, You look to your boss as you shake your head. “I’m needing to go home…”, Your boss nods in understanding. “We’ll have Karl take it from here…go home and rest…you look like you need it…”, You could only nod in response as you watch your boss walk back to his office.

Your mind was screaming for rest. You log off on everything as you start getting ready to leave. But as you left the office building, you can’t help but feel your depression worsening, with all these kinds of thought rushing in your mind: “Am I enough? Am I enough for Shadow? Does he even CARE about me? Does he still want me?”. These thoughts had grown louder, making their presence known. You continue walking down this sidewalk you were on, seeing all the cars zooming back and forth on the street beside you. You can’t help also but have this sense that nobody wants you around…not even Shadow. This voice in your head was screaming for you to jump off a platform somewhere as you make your way to this abandoned building that was across the street. You make your way to the top, seeing there was nobody around. You step on the edge of the roof, seeing it was good distance down to the ground of concrete that lays just below you.

You could feel your heart racing as you sigh a shaky breath, still hearing those thoughts rushing in your mind. Out of nowhere, you hear a sound behind you as if someone had teleported. You crane your head over to see it was Shadow himself. Shadow had a feeling he knew what was going on as he stands there, his arms folded as he stares at you. “What are you doing?”, He asks you, his brows furrowing a little. You can’t help but feel your tears forming as you turn around to fully face him. “I need to know…do you still care?”, Shadow of course doesn’t answer as he continues staring. Shadow does care, he just doesn’t show it. You take notice of his silence as your feet shuffle closer to the edge. Shadow sees this as he too steps closer to you. He extends his hand for you to take.

“Take my hand…”, He tells you, but all you could do was stare at it. That voice was nagging you to jump. It was growing louder as you shuffled even more to edge, before losing your footing and falling off the roof. Shadow, with his quick reflexes, uses his teleportation power to teleport from the roof to you, quickly teleporting you safely to the ground. During the time, memories of Maria flash through his mind. He didn’t want you to end up like her…dead. And his instincts had kicked in. Shadow kneels in front of you, making sure you weren’t injured. He wipes some of your tears that were streaming down your cheeks. “Don’t ever do that again…”, He whispers to you, his voice stern but gentle, hoping you would understand his words. You could only nod as he nods back to you. He picks you up bridal-style, your weight being nothing to him as he teleports you to your apartment.

He sets you down on the couch, making sure you were comfortable and not shaken up still. He usually doesn’t display affection towards you, especially around people, but he gives you a very light kiss on the forehead, his gloved hand running through your hair before disappearing. You could feel the exhaustion start to slowly creep onto you as your eyes droop close. When morning came, you stir up to find Shadow standing by, seeing he had watched you sleep for some time. You sit up as you smile at him, in which he returns it faintly. “Do you feel alright?”, he asks you, walking over to you. You sit up fully as you nod to him. “Yeah…”, Shadow nods back, taking your hand in his. “I promise I’ll be there for you more…I may not be around, but I’m still here…if you’re needing anything, just ask…”, You smile more at Shadow’s words as you kneel in front of him to embrace him. He was stiff for a moment, but he was able to hug you back.

After you released him, you could see his faint smile grow wider. He places a light kiss to your forehead again, his gloved hand resting on your cheek as he nods to you, acknowledging that you have fully recovered. He gives you one last look, letting you know that he’s off to do other things before teleporting away. You can’t help but feel satisfied as you make your way to your room to gather your thoughts, refreshing yourself before proceeding to go out, hoping to get your mind straighter, willing to see another day, willing to be with Shadow until the end of time!

The End! ❤️

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YANDERE! BTS Reaction: They kill you by accident

⚠️ WARNING: Read the title, there will be mentions of blood, violence, death, murder-suicide, and other disturbing topics. If you are uncomfortable with any of the topics above, DO NOT READ THIS! I will write more tame scenarios and fics in the future. Thank you for reading, love ya! ⚠️

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P A R K J I M I N

"I told you to stay away from him, you know he's no good!" He yelled, grabbing you by your left wrist. The anger flared up in his eyes when you tried to pull away from his grasp. "Jimin, I'm sorry, please stop!" You cried, trying to reason with him, get him to calm down and snap out of it. But you made it so much worse when you pulled away though, and you realized much too late. Blinded by rage, Jimin wrapped his hands around your neck and squeezed. The terror in your eyes satisfying some sick and twisted part of his soul, the part that dictated whether you lived or not. You choked out pleas of for him to stop through the asphyxiation and

CRACK!

The light faded out of your eyes almost instantly and you stopped struggling. Your neck was craned at inhuman angle, Jimin realizes and drops you. "{___} this isn't funny, I get I overreacted, okay?" Jimin looked down at your limp, lifeless body still not registering that you are gone. "Get up!" He yelled grabbing you by the collar of your shirt, no response. The panic began to set in, "Please! Please, get up! Say something I'm begging you, I'll let you leave, just speak to me!" the room was still deathly silent, full of only his heavy, ragged breaths.

He had just killed you.

He could have sworn he felt his breath catch in his chest at the thought, felt his heart stop beating. He couldn't, no wouldn't, do this without you. You were everything to him, how could he have done this to you? To himself? He didn't even realize that the tears had started to pour from his eyes, streaming out in a steady pace that matched the apologies coming from his mouth. Continously, endlessly apologizing. 'It's not going to bring them back to us,' the voice in his head chimed in. It was right. He destroyed you with his own hands.

Atonement.

That's what he needed to do. It didn't matter anymore he just wanted your forgiveness, to see you one last time. Even if the consequences meant watching you from the deepest, darkest pits of hell. 'We deserve that...' the voice spoke up again. He had just extinguished the brightest light in the world, the sun didn't even compare to you. He deserved that all and so, so much more.

He knew what he had to do, he walked up into what used to be your shared bedroom and kneeled down in front of the closet. He opened it, reaching towards the very back of it and feeling around. He felt something cold and metallic touch the back of his hand. He slid it out and opened it. For moment he hesitated, second guessing whether this is was really happening. But he shooed the feeling away, quieting the noise in his head. He felt the coldness against him, he knew what was coming, but he had to do it.

"I'm so sorry, darling..."

BANG!

K I M T A E H Y U N G

Taehyung was usually very gentle and playful with you or anyone for that matter, but when angry, he became instantaneously violent. That was the case right now. He paced around the room, the anxiety pumping steadily through his veins then he turns to you. "I thought I taught you better than this, hmm?" He stopped in the center of the room, "Answer me, brat!" He spat walking towards you aggressively, you flinch but the hit ever comes. For the first few seconds you're scared to move because surely, that's when he'll slap you, punch you, anything. "I'm sorry, I just wanted to see my family. My sister's birthday is today." You see his jaw tighten as you watched him through the veil of your fingers. He grabs your hair and you scream so loud you're sure you've woken the neighborhood. "Taehyung, please!" You beg, he just look at you coldly and you swear you'd just seen your life flash before your eyes at the look he gives you.

Next thing you know, he's slamming your head against the bulletproof glass of his living room. You don't even have time to scream for help or ask for his forgiveness because the air is knocked out of your lungs at the force. All you can do is cry. He keeps slamming your head against the glass while screaming at you, telling you that you will never leave and you will never escape. The feeling and the sound of your skull cracking open sickens you to your stomach and you feel cold.

CRUNCH!

It takes him a while to realize you're gone. He stands over body demanding that you get up, that is until he catches a glimpse of your blood and brain-matter smeared all over his window. He feels his guts twist at the sight of the sickening mixture running down and staining the floors. Usually, he was never squeamish or sensitive to the sight of blood, he killed many of your friends; it was different this time though. "Shit, baby, I'm sorry. Wake up please, please don't leave me here alone..." there was no response. He kept shaking you shoulders for over 45 minutes, hoping you'll awaken sometime soon. You never do though.

The reality hits him hard. He cries for days and days on end until he can't shed tears anymore. And then after that, he screams until his voice won't come out. He doesn't eat nor sleep nor watch TV nor read. He just stays there holding your body, though the entire house now reeks of your death. He feels himself grow weaker and weaker by the day, but he doesn't care. All his strength and power left the moment he'd killed you. He only had the strength to hold your corpse and that's the only thing he'd have the strength to do for the rest of eternity, that's all the strength he needed. Then, finally, one week later...his body goes cold too.

J E O N J U N G K O O K

Jungkook stood over you, a dangerous look lacing the usual expressionlessness of his eyes. You never intended for him to get upset, never intended for him to even catch you. Yet here you were. You'd tried to be as sneaky as you could possibly manage. But, you weren't sneaky enough, he caught talking on the phone with your best friend. It wasn't the fact that you were talking on the phone though, it the best friend part of the story. She didn't like him, often finding ways to contact you and show up in your life to try and "rescue" you from him. It made him sick. He was lenient when it came to family members, but wasn't that enough for you? Obviously not because you just betrayed his trust.

He snatches your phone straight from your hands and throws it across the room. It hits the wall hard and falls down on the floor. You back away from him before rising from the couch, "Jungkook..." the way his name falls from your lips is panicky. "I thought that you and I had an agreement, sweetheart," He says, his voice is low and it sends a sharp fear down your spine. "I-" he raises his hands, signaling you to be quiet. "I can't believe you. I trusted that you wouldn't dare speak with that slut again." the venom that laces his words makes you feel like you should run. But don't you just stand and watch as he grows angrier and angrier with you.

"We had agreement! Wasn't that enough for you?"

He suddenly lashes out and sends a nearby vase flying towards you, it barely misses you by an inch. It hits the wall not far behind you, shattering against the wall. "It's not fair, you get to talk to whoever you want!" You gestured towards him angrily l, tired of him treating you like his child. "Why is that? It's not like my bestfriend is romantically involved with me or interested in me in that way! She has a boyfriend who actually loves her!" You shout at him. You have no clue where this suddenly powerful sense of courage has come from, but you use it to your advantage. Jungkook seems just as shocked as you are about your sudden outburst. You turn around and walk out of the room angrily, planning to ignore him for the next few days.

As you're making your way down the stairs, Jungkook follows swiftly behind you. Once he catches up with you, he pushes you and you tumble down the stair. This wouldn't be the first time he's done this. But this time, you actually get hurt and hit your head hard on the steps. You finally stop falling when you reach the bottom and Jungkook is met with the look of extreme horror frozen on your face. He knows you're dead almost instantly, but he wants so badly to deny it.

"{___}?"

"I'm sorry, forgive me. I wasn't deserving of someone like you." He sighed, the sorrow starting build up slowly up inside of him, tears threatening to fall from his eyes. He loves you, at least, that's the lie he told himself over and over again. You don't kill people you love, dumbass.

The next few days are hellish for him. It's too quiet and cold without you around. He laid your body inside of the master bedroom of his house, and he's slept in the guest room instead. He feels terrible about what he did. He wants to make up to you somehow, pay the price but nothing came to mind until now. That's how he found himself here, he felt nothing as he stood there, looking at you one last time. He kicked out the chair from his feet.

"Forgive me..."

THUD!

[ellieelzeliza]

can we burn slow: part two

couple: heyward fem!reader x jj maybank

outline: pope’s female cousin comes to visit obx. what happens when she meets the pogues and starts falling for a certain blonde haired blue eyed surfer.

cw: SMUT, fingering, p in v, squirting, dirty talk, slight degradation, let me know if i missed anything **all characters are adults (18+ only!!! MINORS DNI)

proofread by: @prettygirl-gabi

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you wake up groggy and disoriented, your brain feeling like it’s been put through a blender.

you try to sit up but a wave of nausea washes over you, forcing you back onto the couch.

jj’s voice breaks the silence “looks like the princess is finally awake.”

you groan holding your head “what happened last night, i feel like i fell down ten flights of stairs.”

jj laughs while pope just shakes his head “you smoked an entire joint by yourself, princess then proceeded to drink three wine coolers on top of that.”

john b smirks slightly as he leans against the wall “yeah, and then you puked your guts out in the convenience store bathroom.”

sarah and kie come into the living room with water and tylenol.

sarah hands you a bottle of water and two pills “here, take this. it’ll help with the headache and the nausea”. kie gives a sympathetic smile “how you feeling?”

“like shit” you say as you drink some water then take the two pills.

“that’s what you get for smoking an entire joint all by yourself.” jj laughs as he teases you “can’t handle your weed, princess?”

you roll my eyes “you gave me the joint jj” you deadpan at jj.

jj holds up his hands in defense “hey, i didn’t force you to smoke it.” he grins “you took it willingly and then proceeded to turn into a lightweight.”

you lay back down “is there anyplace to eat breakfast, my stomach is touching my back right now”.

john b speaks up. “there’s a diner not too far from here. they’ve got good greasy food. that’ll definitely help with your hangover.”

you sit up slipping on your shoes “well let’s go” you say heading for the front door.

the gang files out of the chateau and piles into the twinkie. john b and sarah take the front seats while pope, kie, and jj squish into the back seat.

jj pats the seat next to him, motioning for you to sit beside him “come on, princess. sit next to me.”

you sit down in the seat next to him, practically bouncing in your seat from excitement.

jj laughs as he eyes your bouncing legs “someones getting excited about some pancakes” he teases, poking at your side.

you swat his hand away “well duh, im starving” you say looking out the window.

he grins and holds up his hands in surrender "calm down, princess. we'll be there soon."

the twinkie pulls up in front of the diner and everyone gets out. jj let’s you get out first "after you, princess."

you exit the van then you all head inside, as the door opens your hit with the warm smell of cinnamon and coffee.

the group finds a booth at the back of the diner and slides into their seats.

jj scoots into the booth beside you, his thigh pressing against yours.

the waitress comes over with a handful of menus and hands them out “what can i get you guys to drink?”

you look through the menu “mmm, can i get an apple juice?”

the waitress nods and jots down your order. she turns to the rest of the group, taking their drink orders before leaving to put them into the system.

jj leans back in his seat, eyeing you  curiously "apple juice? seriously, princess?"

you zip your jacket up “you literally ordered orange juice. what are you a grandpa?” you snicker.

jj laughs "hey, don't diss the orange juice. it's a classic." he grins and bumps his shoulder against yours playfully "but at least I'm not drinking kiddie juice."

“apple juice is refreshing, especially with ice. who even orders orange juice for breakfast.” you say sassily.

jj smirks and leans in closer to you. "i do, princess. and it's delicious. you should try expanding your taste buds sometime."

the waitress comes back with everyone's drinks and takes the group's food orders. jj orders pancakes drowned in syrup and bacon.

“can i get the buttermilk pancakes, sunny side up eggs and hash browns with the fruit bowl please” you ask handing your menu back to the waitress.

the waitress smiles and jots down your order "coming right up, hun." she says before heading back to the kitchen.

jj watches you intently, amused by your breakfast order "pancakes, eggs, hash browns, fruit bowl... and apple juice. you really have the palette of a toddler, don't you?"

“you ordered pancakes and bacon. that’s what my little brother orders when we go to breakfast, you have the palette of a seven year old” you say crossing your arms.

jj snorts and grins "ouch, feisty this morning, aren't you princess?" he laughs at your annoyed expression. "but pancakes and bacon are classic breakfast foods. can't go wrong with a good ol' stack of pancakes."

you all sit there the next few minutes in silence waiting for the food to arrive.

the group engages in small talk amongst themselves, bantering and joking with each other. sarah and kie are deep in conversation about a party that's happening later tonight. pope is on his phone, scrolling through his social media. john b just sits there quietly, looking half-asleep. jj, on the other hand, keeps sneaking glances at you from beside him.

you turn to him “do i have something on my face?”

jj shakes his head and grins "no, just admiring the view." he replies, giving you a once-over. he's blatantly checking you out, his gaze lingering a little too long on certain parts of your body. it's obvious that he's enjoying getting under your skin.

“well find something else to look at” you say shifting in your seat.

jj laughs and leans closer to you "why, can't handle a little attention, princess?" he grins slyly, his eyes roaming over your body once again "you know, you look pretty good when you're flustered like this."

pope looks between the two of you and sits his phone down.

pope rolls his eyes and shoots jj a look, trying to subtly signal to him to ease up.

jj just ignores him and continues to flirt with you, his hand moving to rest on your thigh under the table.

you look at him questionably.

jj chuckles at your expression, his hand slowly rubbing your thigh under the table.

his touch is light and teasing "what's wrong, princess? something on your mind?" he asks, grinning wickedly as he watches you squirm under his touch.

you look down at his pants “i think there’s something on your mind. that ice in my drink might prove useful since there aren’t any showers around here” you whisper in his ear pretending to look out the window.

jj’s eyes widen at your unexpected remark. his hand immediately stops rubbing your thigh and he shifts in his seat, clearing his throat awkwardly.

"um..." he stutters, momentarily speechless. he glances around the table to see if anyone else heard your comment, but everyone else is too engrossed in their own conversations to pay attention.

you smirk “oh, they’re not listening to us. what happened to me being flustered?” you put your hand in his lap “didn’t think i’d match your energy?”.

jj’s heartbeat quickens as you put your hand in his lap. his expression darkens slightly as he looks at you, a flash of desire in his eyes. "mmm, princess, you're playing with fire here." he murmurs, his fingers tracing small circles on your skin.

“haven’t been burned yet. oh there’s the food!” you say as if you weren’t just palming jj underneath the table.

jj is caught off guard again as the waitress sets the food down in front of you both. he quickly withdraws his hand from your thigh, trying to play it cool. the rest of the gang digs into their food, blissfully unaware of the tension between the two of you. but it's hard for jj to ignore the fact that he’s still warm and tingling from your touch, his mind still fixated on your subtle flirtation.

“so, how’s your seven year old breakfast jj” you tease drinking some of your juice.

jj glares at you, his annoyance at your taunts barely masked by his smirk. "it’s delicious, princess. how's your kiddie juice?" he retorts back, taking a large bite of his pancakes.

“cooling, do you still need those ice cubes” you say smiling.

"why, you gonna give me a cold shower later?" jj shoots back with a sly grin. he leans in closer to you, his voice lowering to a husk whisper "you know, princess, two can play at this game." his hand finds its way back to your thigh, this time higher up than before. he gives it a gentle squeeze, his fingers tracing patterns on your inner thigh.

you smirk “mmm, maybe. but if you’re gonna play the game play it right” you say before your fork ‘falls’ to the floor. “damnit, i dropped my fork” you slip under the table to grab it and on your way up you graze your hand over his clothed cock.

jj stifles a gasp as your hand brushes against him, his breath catching in his throat.

he tightens his grip on his fork, trying to maintain his composure as the group continues chatting obliviously.

but his eyes follow your every move, watching as you slide underneath the table and lean back up.

he can't help but notice how close your face gets to his lap, and he swallows hard as a surge of heat rushes through him.

as you sit back in your seat you scoot just a little bit closer to him “i’m sorry jj can i borrow your fork mines fell” you say as you grab his fork licking the syrup off before using it to eat your fruit.

jj’s eyes darken as he watches you take his fork and lick the syrup off it.

a rush of heat pools in his stomach at the sight of your tongue on his fork, the way you so innocently tease him making his heart race.

he shifts in his seat, trying to hide the way his jeans are now feeling tighter than before.

"sure, princess. help yourself." he manages to say, his voice strained.

“thank you jayj” you say your hand resting in his lap as you eat your food “oh my god, i’ve never had breakfast this good” you groan.

jj swallows hard as he feels your hand on his lap, his leg instinctively jerking as your touch sends a jolt of electricity through him.

he forces himself to focus on the group's conversation, trying to act like your hand isn't driving him crazy.

"yeah, uh, the food's great." he says, his voice hoarse. he takes a large bite of his pancakes, trying to distract himself from the feeling of your hand slowly inching higher up his thigh.

the waitress comes back over and asks if anyone wants dessert or just the bill.

"just the bill, please." jj says a little too quickly, his voice tight.

the waitress nods and scurries away to grab the check.

the rest of the gang is still chatting and joking, oblivious to the tension between the two of you.

jj’s eyes flicker to your hand on his lap, still resting dangerously close to his crotch.

his breathing is ragged and he grips the table tightly, trying to maintain some semblance of control.

you reach into your pocket and grab your debit card “breakfast is on me, my way of saying thank you to everyone for welcoming me” you hand your card to the waitress.

the group looks at you in surprise, clearly not expecting you to foot the bill for the entire table.

"are you sure, princess?" jj asks, raising an eyebrow. "you don't have to do that."

you nod “no worries, i don’t mind at all” you grab your debit card back from the waitress putting back into your wallet.

the waitress smiles and walks away, leaving the table in stunned silence for a moment.

john b is the first to speak up, a look of disbelief on his face "you just paid for all of us? that must have been like a hundred bucks."

you shrug “maybe, but that’s how i was raised. we take care of our friends and family, im not anyone’s sugar mama though” you say laughing.

john b laughs along with you, clapping a hand on your shoulder. "well, we're definitely not complaining. thanks, y/n."

sarah grins and winks at you. "if you're not anyone's sugar mama, does that mean you're open to applications?"

jj pipes up with a smirk, his eyes glinting mischievously. "sorry, but i think i called dibs on being y/n’s favorite."

after leaving a tip we head back to the twinkie “me and y/n need to head back home. can you drop us off?” pope asks john b as we all get into the twinkie.

john b nods and starts the car. "sure, no problem." he looks at you and jj sitting in the back seat, the two of you sitting closer than before.

sarah notices the shift in seating and grins, shooting you a knowing look from the front seat.

you nod your head agreeing with pope “yeah, we might be able to hang later. it’s just i promised my uncle that we’d help him restock the store” you say scrolling through your phone.

john b nods as he drives, his eyes flickering to the rearview mirror every so often to look at you and jj.

jj leans back in his seat, his eyes fixed on you. the tension between the two of you has eased slightly, but there's still an underlying heat there. he fidgets with his fingers, clearly itching to reach out and touch you again.

sarah turns around in her seat and smirks at you. "stocking shelves, huh? sounds like a thrilling afternoon." she teases.

you shake your head “it’s pretty boring honestly. it’s just me and pope, if you guys come help then it’ll get done quicker and we can get back on the road?” you look at them pleading.

john b rolls his eyes playfully. "you really think we want to spend our afternoon stocking shelves?"

sarah grins and nudges john b’s shoulder. "come on, it could be fun. and it's a good excuse to spend more time together."

kie snorts "yeah, fun. stacking boxes. sounds like a blast."

you put your phone in your pocket as john b pulls up to the store “what about you jj, you coming?” you say getting out of the twinkie.

jj hesitates for a moment before nodding. "yeah, sure. why not."

he hops out of the car and follows you towards the store, his eyes flicking up and down your body as he walks behind you.

you walk into the store “me and pope are back and we brought more help” you say to your uncle.

your uncle looks up from stocking the shelves and raises an eyebrow as he sees you and jj walking in behind you. "oh, so you've brought reinforcements?"

pope gives his dad an apologetic smile. "yeah, we figured we could use some extra hands to get this done faster."

he nods “well, i’ll leave y’all to it. i got a delivery to make in figure 8 anyways. pope im trusting you and your cousin to handle the restock while i’m gone.”

pope nods. "you got it, dad."

your uncle grabs his keys and heads out the door, leaving all of you alone in the store.

sarah grins and looks around the store. "well, where do we start?"

pope points to the mountain of boxes “the ones with red tape need to be stocked on the shelves and the green taped ones need to be put into the storage room.”

you clap your hands together “well let’s get to it!”

jj sighs and picks up a few boxes, already dreading the next few hours of mindless work.

pope, on the other hand, seems to be in his element as he starts sorting through the boxes efficiently.

sarah rolls up her sleeves and grins. "alright, let's do this."

the six of you start dividing up the work, sorting through the boxes and stocking the shelves. It's monotonous but mindless work, and you all fall into a rhythm.

a few hours past and you all are a quarter of the way done. you walk around holding the green taped box looking for someone to help, so far you’ve been to everyone except jj.

you see him unloading a box “hey, can you help me put this box on the third shelf in the storage room? someone moved the stepping stool and i can’t reach”.

jj glances up from the box he's unloading and sees you standing there, a pleading look on your face. he sets the box down and wipes his hands on his jeans.

"yeah, sure." he says with a smirk, striding over to you. "show me where you want it, princess."

you walk to the back of the store, opening the storage room door with your foot. “there” you say nodding your head towards the tall shelf.

jj follows you into the storage room and looks up at the shelf you're pointing to. It's pretty high up, just out of your reach.

"mmm, you do realize how short you are, princess?" he teases, leaning against the wall and crossing his arms.

you groan “can you just help me with this box? it’s really heavy” you huff in annoyance.

jj chuckles at your exasperated expression and finally pushes himself off the wall. "fine, I'll do it, but only because you asked so nicely."

he takes the box from you and easily hoists it up onto the high shelf. he grins down at you, clearly enjoying the fact that you had to ask him for help.

you turn around to exit the storage room but the door is locked “you have to be fucking kidding me” you mutter to yourself. “jj did you lock the door?”

jj frowns as he tries the door handle and realizes it's locked. "what? no, i didn't. it must've jammed or something."

he glances around the small storage room and realizes you're both trapped until someone unlocks the door from the outside.

you take out your phone and try to call pope but you have no signal. you start pounding on the door but after a few minutes it seems like no one is listening so you stop.

jj watches your desperate attempts to get someone's attention but it's no use. the storage room is pretty soundproof, and the rest of the group is far enough away that they can't hear you pounding on the door.

he smirks and leans against the wall again, crossing his arms. "looks like we're stuck in here for a bit, princess. might as well get comfortable."

you glare at him “you’re just enjoying this right now.” you grumble.

jj grins, looking you up and down. "yeah, I kinda am. it’s not often I get to have you all to myself, trapped in a small room."

he takes a step closer to you, caging you against the wall with his body. he leans down so his face is close to yours, a sly smirk on his face. "what’s the matter, princess? afraid to be alone with me?"

your back hits the wall as he steps closer “n-no, i just want to finish this stupid job.”

jj notices the stutter in your voice and grins, clearly enjoying making you flustered.

"oh, is that all? you just want to finish the job?" he leans in even closer, his body pressing against yours pinning you to the wall.

"are you sure about that, princess?" he murmurs, his breath hot against your neck.

you moan softly “yes, that’s all” feeling his hands roaming freely.

jj grins at the sound of your soft moan, clearly enjoying the effect he's having on you. he leans in even closer "you’re a terrible liar, princess."

his hands slide down to your hips, his fingers digging into your skin as he pulls you closer. he leans down to nibble at your earlobe, his teeth grazing your skin. "you know you want me, princess. just admit it."

you whimper bucking your hips into him “m’not lying” feeling your panties grow wetter with every touch.

he smirks rubbing his hand over your clothed pussy “your body betrays you princess” i gasp at the friction.

“nghh” i whimper “look at you, i haven’t even took your clothes off yet and you’re just falling apart” he whispers into your ear before leaving a hickey on your collarbone.

“tell me you don’t want this and i’ll stop right now” he says reaching into your shorts rubbing your clit painfully slow.

you open your mouth to respond but all that comes out of it are soft moans and whimpers, so you shake your head.

“you gotta use your words princess, do you want me to stop” he teases, fingers dancing around your clenching hole.

“n-no please do-” you moan as he buries his fingers into your sopping pussy, your breath hitches.

the storage room fills with your cries and moans “shh, shh you hear her talking back to me princess?”.

as you attempt to quiet your moans you hear various sloshing sounds and you feel yourself grow hotter.

he uses his thumb to rub slow circles on your clit “you’re a little slut huh, letting me finger your pussy inside your uncle’s storage room” he teases.

his fingers prodding around searching for something “what would happen if that door opens and we get caught, my fingers deep in your pussy like this” you mindlessly clench around his fingers at the thought of being caught.

“oh, you’re a nasty girl baby. you like the idea of that huh” his fingers curl upwards and your eyes roll back “found it”.

your head lolls back “f-fuck” his fingers continue rubbing the spongey spot “look at me”.

he lessens his pace “look at me” he orders, you look at him eyes glossed over indicating that your close.

as he speeds up, rubbing circles into your pulsing clit you feel yourself tethering closer and closer to the edge.

your mouth opens into an o shape at the filthy squelches that were filling up the room.

you squirm and whine at the feeling of him bullying his fingers inside your dripping pussy.

“jayj” you whimper “i know baby, i can feel you squeezing my fingers” he says so sweetly you’d never imagine the lewd words that leave his mouth next.

“you gonna cum all over my fingers, huh? make a mess for me baby, flood for me” he says biting, sucking at your neck and before you can warn him your cumming all over his fingers the white of your eyes the only thing visible.

you grip his arm for support as your legs become shaky “i- mmm” your orgasm soon passes and all you feel is the cold air hit your lower half as you panties and shorts drop to the ground.

before you can register the change he’s slurping up your release moaning and groaning.

he holds your hips as your wiggling around from how sensitive you are now “mmm, baby you gotta be still m’tryna eat my dessert” you gasp as he’s practically french kissing your pussy.

“so sensitive” you whimper your hands flying down to his hair tugging “i know baby but you can give me one more right?” he says pulling away looking up at you.

his mouth glistening with your wetness as its dripping down his chin, he gives your lower lips a kiss “can’t you?” he says before biting and sucking at your inner thighs.

your hands are pulling him closer and he takes that as his sign to continue his meal. and boy does he devour you, his grip around your thighs tighten as he submerges his face into your cunt his nose ever so slightly grazing against your swollen clit.

“oh my god” your moans grow louder as your orgasm gets closer, his hand reaches and he presses down on your lower stomach.

you look out a strangled cry out as a clear liquid shoots out of you, your body convulsing as jj looks at you in shock “that was hot, think you could do that one more time”.

and before you know it your laid out flat with your back on the cold floor, knees pressed up against your chest as his cock is pumping in and out of your quivering pussy.

he looks you in your eyes “i’m never letting you go, gonna fuck you so good that all your able to think about is me.” he says as he kisses your ankle.

“gonna ruin this pussy for anyone else, so when you leave all she’ll remember is me.” he grunts moving faster his tip kissing your cervix. you nod your head brain foggy from how good he’s fucking you.

“matter of fact, im gonna make it impossible for you to get back on that boat” he says playing with your pussy as he grind down onto you “you feel that princess” he grabs your hand “feel me right there?” and places it on your stomach.

you moan feeling the bulge as he thrusts back inside you. “you wanna be mine forever? never gonna let anyone else in this pussy? she’s mine right?” he growls his thrust getting sloppier.

you babble a response too far gone, he chuckles “fucked you silly, i can feel you squeezing me baby. are you close?”.

you whimper feeling your orgasm approaching “so close” you cry out. he smirks before reaching down and rubbing your clit.

“let go for me princess” your eyes cross, drooling running down the side of your mouth as you feel the familiar sensation.

“holy shit” jj groans before releasing inside the condom (an: don’t be silly, wrap ya willy).

there’s a knock on the door “y/n, jj are y’all in there?” kie yell from outside the door.

you both freeze. "yeah, we're in here!" he calls back, hoping his voice doesn't sound too breathless. "the door is jammed shut or something, we can't get out."

he pulls out of you with a groan as the both of you scramble to make yourselves presentable .

jj does his best to fix his wrinkled shirt and tousled hair, while you try to smooth out your own clothes and avoid looking too disheveled.

the two of you are both breathing heavily and your clothes are still rumpled from your moment of passion.

kie’s voice comes through the door again. "are you guys okay? why haven't you opened the door yet?"

“the door is jammed or locked, we don’t know…we can’t get out. we tried yelling and everything” you say.

kie mutters something on the other side of the door before calling out to you again. "hang on a sec, im gonna get pope."

footsteps thump away and jj lets out a sigh of relief, running a hand through his hair again.

he looks at you, his eyes still filled with a mix of desire and frustration. "that was close."

kie comes back with pope who unlocks the door “sorry i forgot to tell you that the door has a smart lock after being opened for so long”.

jj and you stumble out of the storage room, looking a bit worse for wear. kie and pope exchange looks, clearly sensing that something is off with the two of you.

john b looks at you both. "You okay? You two look a little ruffled."

you smile “yeah fine, it was just super hot and small in there. started panicking for a second”

john b raises an eyebrow, clearly not fully convinced by your explanation. but he doesn't press the issue, nodding his head.

sarah, on the other hand, is not so easily fooled. she looks between you and jj with a knowing grin, clearly suspecting what really went down in there.

as we walk with them to the front of the store we hear pope mutter “did y’all spill water or something in the storage room?”

jj laughs nervously and glances down at himself, noticing a conspicuous wet spot on his shorts. "yeah, must've spilled some water or something."

kie looks at him skeptically but doesn't say anything. meanwhile, sarah is biting her lip to hold back a laugh, clearly suppressing a smirk.

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[kuro-ttsuki]

𝖱𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝖲𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾 | 13 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝖶𝗁𝗒

This is a short story based on the show 13 Reasons Why and the song Romantic Homicide by D4vd.

Please be warned that this story contains R*PE, s*icide, s*xual assault, s*xual scenes and m*rder

Introduction

Juliana Foley, the twin sister of Liberty High's most beloved athlete and heart throb, Justin Foley. Now this isn't a cheesy sitcom where one twin is popular, leaving the other twin in the dust of irrelevancy, both twins were born into the poor life. They had a drug addict of a mother and her river of abusive drug addict boyfriends that did not supply her addict but their endless trauma.

They had nothing but the dirty rags as clothes on their backs and each other, well until they met an angel in disguise Bryce Walker. He did not only befriend the Foley twins and basically helped build their nonstop relevancy today's high school popularity but he was their family, their everything. To Justin, Bryce was a best friend, a brother. But to Juliana, he was her first kiss, first love, first boyfriend, her... rapist; but we'll get to that last part later on.

Juliana Foley, Liberty High's cheer captain and class president, the boys there kissed the ground she walks on while the girls envy the air she breaths out. She was pure perfection at it's best, the most likely to succeed in life, they both were. So beloved, so admired but yet one person, and 13 tapes ruined that within seconds. Everything they built together came crumbling down their feet once a girl named Hannah Baker came into their life and shared their secrets. A domino effect has occurred....

Present Time | A week after her death

With how hard her heels slammed against the cold concrete as she stomped her way towards Bryce's house, she was surprised they didn't break under the pressure or even cause a mini earthquake.

The girl practically seething with pure anger after hearing Hannah's tapes, she was the last one Tony gave it to before giving it to Clay Jensen, Hannah's best friend. You'd think with what Hannah said about her, she'd be scared about the tapes coming out like the rest of the group but no. One, her tape wasn't as bad as the others, it was her secrets that was bad. Secrets that Hannah shared. Secrets like Bryce fuckin Walker.

After not only hearing that Bryce was cheating but that he raped Jessica, and Hannah. And to think she was the only one and she bared that constant pain for so long, hoping that he doesn't do it to anyone else and yet he did, behind her back even. Manipulating her to keep her mouth shut and just smile, making her think she was fucking delusional to even think her boyfriend would do that to her but no. She faced the cold hearted truth once hearing those tapes and that truth felt like a bullet to the face.

Upon hearing the tapes she realized something, not only does she know the truth but so does everyone in the friend group, they all knew what kind of monsters they were all while Bryce was the devil and yet...they chose to do nothing, to say nothing as if the tapes were a lie. How could they? Her friends? Her brother? Everyone.

How could they do that to her. Most importantly how could they do that to Hannah.

Her fist left a burning hot pain on themselves for how hard she was slamming them against Bruce's front door. She knew his every day schedule like the back of her hand, his parents are on a business trip leaving him alone and since it's a Saturday, he's definitely by himself; Saturdays were their 50 shades of gray kind of night. I know, so young but yet they fuck like sex hungry thirty year olds.

"Bryce Fuckin' Walker, Open The Damn Door!" Her voice sounded angry but really it withered with pain, afraid that she might cry in his presence about what she just learned. It felt like hours with how long the girl stood there, injuring her fist trying to get her so-called "boyfriend" to open the door. No luck. No luck for a good thirty more minutes and then hearing the sound of a door lock being unlocked made her stop immediately.

Taking a step back to fix her outfit and composer she watched as his face slowly emerged from being the door, looking all handsome with confusion written all over his face. It was hard, it was hard to hate him. After being involved with him for so long, after everything he did for her, for her brother. It was so fuckin hard to hate that face, she fell in love with that face. With that man and to finally come to the conclusion of what he truly is, is so heartbreaking.

Her lips trembled and then flattened as she tried her hardest to speak the words that were already formed and played out in her head. "I heard the tapes." Her tone was quiet, her demeanor was weak, she sounded pathetic, not at all mad as she was minutes ago. She hated how much control he had over her.

His face stayed the same, in fact it was relaxed. Not alarmed at all that his girlfriend now knows the truth. It was like he knew, no matter how he played it, the outcome would be the same, she won't go to the cops and she won't leave him. It was only how he was going to play it out to get that outcome and so, he played the clueless role. "I don't understand what you're talking about."

"The tapes, Bryce." Annoyance danced around her voice, "Hannah Baker's tapes. I heard them, all of them so don't play fucking stupid. Everything. I was right about everything, about who you are and you made me always feel stupid but now I got proof!" She was met with silence, in fact, she was met with a remaining calm composer as if he just knew she was bluffing.

This made her frustrated.

"Why are you not worried?" There was hesitation in her voice, she was confused, angry, and scared all at once. She didn't even recognize the boy she fell in love with. "I—I'll ruin you. I can turn you in, turn them in.."

"No you won't."

No she won't? Why did he say it so casually, so confident. Why wasn't he breaking? ....Why did she want him to?

"Yes- yes I will. You don't know who you're playing with." There, the hesitation sat at the base of her throat, giving him the go that she was bluffing. "No you won't." He stated again, this time disturbing her personal space, his eyes glued to her, his flatten lips twitching into a smirk. " You know why you won't? Because you don't have the tapes right now and your brother is on the tapes, so is your friend Zach, so is your bestie Jessica, everyone Jules. If I go down, we all do. Dominic affect."

Fuck he was right, he didn't even need to bring up the fact that she wouldn't turn him in because she also still love him, maybe that one was obvious but still, she was furious.

With one quick slap that smirk was whipped clean off, she couldn't help it.. She hated how confident he was, how right he was..How calm, like he acknowledged his sins and doesn't have remorse. How could he do that?

To her, to those girls. How could he cheat on her like that? How could he be the main reason a girl killed herself and he doesn't have remorse? She was disgusted. "We're fuckin done. If I see your face or if you even try to talk to me or look in my direction, I'll squeal and bring everyone down with me. If you don't have remorse, I won't either." Her words taste like venom on her tongue but that's how she felt deep in her gut. She hated him, she despised him but with all of that, at the same time it broke her.

He was her angel, her first everything and he turned out to be a devil in disguise and he's protected too, why? He's a rich white boy in America surrounded by money and jock friends that worship him like he's a god. It was sickening really.

Her heels clanked against the concrete once again, making a bitter melody as she walked herself home that night. Hannah and everything she said flashed in her head like a flashback. That poor girl, that poor pitiful girl. You know at the same time Juliana felt bad but she despised the girl too? She went after Jules brother and kept seeing him, she went after Zach and even Bryce. Oh Lord Bryce, just the thought of them two .....it felt like flashes of burning heat burning in her stomach.

Home, she didn't know why she bothered going home. She knew Justin wasn't there, home was the last place the twins would even be. Bryce was always their second home, their hideaway from hell, and now it's not even that for her anymore. Upon arriving at their shitty apartment, Juliana slowly upon the door, mentality cursing at how loud this door can be when they're trying to sneak in, luckily no one was there, well, until she closed the door.

"Where the fuck have you been?" Seth, Juliana and Justin's mom's boyfriend and well, shit bag drug dealer. One time he tried to make a move on her and Justin tried to protect her honor only to get his ass kicked. "I went to Bryce's house " Her words were short and bitter which was strike one to him, but before anything could happen amber saved the day by convincing her lousy, shit hole, white trash boyfriend back to their room, she didn't even bother to look at her daughter. But then again, she was always a boy mom even though she was a shitty mom most of the time.

Letting out a breathy sigh, she quickly ran to her room, locking the door behind her. Tears crept up as her eyes were now swollen with them. God, what the fuck is she going to do.

[ineffableclassics]

"Crowley, this is a disaster. This is everything I ever wanted. We’re in love. And there’s a picnic. And we don’t seem to be able to get…amorous without causing earthquakes.”

Aziraphale attempts subterfuge. Crowley sees right through him.

Words: 11,014

Status: Complete

Rating: Mature

By @jess-the-reckless

This is a locked fic

Art Credit: Breaking Up A Picnic by J. C. Leyendecker, 1933

[szagaloree]

His Wife…

Official series release✨

Walking through the forest I noticed several things, parts of the scorpions that were covered in moss and leaves, like it was abandoned and nature took over, which it did. I noticed and arrow with a particular colored feathers, I smirked knowing who it is from. “Let’s head out!” Quaritch said, I stood up huffing as I head over to the chopper to notice a child? “What the hell?!” I blurt out “even I said the same thing,” Lyle spoke, I was shocked to see young human boy out in the forest, he was scared out of his mind and I don’t blame him. Once the squad was back they inhumanly testing on him like he was some kind of animal and it was disgustin, he even had a nose bleed, it made my blood boil.

“God! The rda gets even more fucking sick testing on a damn child,” i grunted in anger, Quaritch comes back with a annoyed grumble “couldn’t even get the boy to talk,wonder what the kids knows,” quaritch says “really?! That’s what the fuck you’re worried about what the fuck he fuckin knows when they’re over here testing on him! He’s damn child you idiot!” I argued, he just stood there with his arms crossed not seeming to care, of course he didn’t he will never change. I walked breathing into my mask, “kid? Come out” I said gently, I peaked under the table that he was hiding under.

“Can i talk to you?” I ask.

He glances at me with fear but curiosity, he was hesitan, “my name is Gwen, may I ask yours?” I ask, “spider” he answered, “cool name spider,” I smirked, he glances at me a few times nervously before standing up, he had blue stripes over his body which told me a lot, he was with and raised by sully. “Are you okay?” I ask he nods looking down “I know those jackasses did some horrible shit to you, I won’t let them touch you, you’re only a child and they could careless of that they only want answers out of you,” I said “I wouldn’t say answers,” quaritch said and when he came spider went into hiding again.

I huff in annoyance “great your ugly ass scared him,” I roll my eyes “aye I only walked,” he said “that’s enough to scare anybody,” I said nonchalantly, “come out spider,” I said, he stood up glancing between us, “I’ll tell you what, if you tell us what we need.. you’re free but if not I will have to give you up to the lab coats,” Quaritch said, “more like the jackasses that want to be scientist,” I said “why do I feel like I know you?” Spider says to me confused as he stares trying to figure out the feeling.

“You ain’t the only one who said that,” I said standing up.

“Come on,” I said to him he instantly follows and shocked Quaritch on how spider listened to me so easily, he couldn’t even get him to speak to him nor move front he table. Later that night I stood with spider as he taught me the na’vi language, I loved their language it was really cool and fluorescent. Spider smiled as I spoke a sentence in na’vi “did I get it right?” I ask “almost there,” he smirked I chuckle, he gasps looking at my arm “that tattoo!” He points to my gun tattoo I have on my arm “what about it?” I ask confused, “I seen that before on somebody else, wait!” He springs up running to the screen “hey-wait don’t touch anything,” I got up “do they have any logs, of any of you guys?” He asks “old logs when I was human yea?” I answered raising a brow, “gwen-gwen-there look!” He points “yea that’s my gun tattoo I have it’s my first tattoo I got had another tattoo with a butterfly tattoo on my back see,” I show him, “woah-cool” he gasps.

“Hold on I think I can find it,” he says searching through the logs, till he comes across a specific log, “when I grew up they always showed me these videos of you,” he said, it was a video of me pregnant. My eyes widen slowly as I watch the video. “I can’t believe it! 9 months pregnant about to it to give birth any moment!” I squealed, I rub my belly “I still haven’t thought of a name, but I thought of a cool nickname..spider, I just hope it’s a boy,” I said, my eyes fill with tears “spider? Wait that means you’re my" I paused “son… yea, your my mom” he begins to smile “I… I was pregnant? That’s one of the memories I don’t remember,” I said covering my mouth trying to hold on my tears, spider frowns “why?” He asks “because I died,” I said I couldn’t believe it, I look for my biography in hopes to find the exact reason of my death because I cannot go farther then that.

Reason for death: Birth

“Oh my god!” I blurted out, “you died.. giving birth to me?” He looks at me I nodded, “oh, and you’ve been out here by yourself and I was gone,” I tear up “I wasn’t alone, they took care of me,” he says “but I missed half of my baby boys life,” I said, “but it’s not your fault,” he said, I sighed “if only” I sat down, “if only what?” He asks walking to me “if only I would’ve been able to hold you, I would be happy with that,” I said, “if you were.. able to go back you your avatar body, would you go back?” He asks I shake my head. “I’m better in this one then that, a new me, still with a bit of old but I feel new, not messed up with all that bullshit,” I said, “but I just now got something even more better out of being back to life, I got you now, I know Jake sully raised you or Atleast helped,” I said he nods, “he raised you good, just thankful he was able to take you in because I don’t know where you would be and that’s scary,” I sighed.

“I’m right here, with you I’m safe, that’s all that matters,” he says.

I smiled softly “alright let’s get some rack,” I shake his head standing up. The next day had a three squad of my old friend, Allen, ellice, and raven, they never changed always my goofy people with to much humor, they were the first and only ones to tell that spider is my son, they were shocked but happy, they instantly took spider in as their nephew. “Boy you are strong, these lab rats don’t care about shit,” raven said “sure don’t” I said shaking my head, I put my crop top on, “alright come on,” I said. “Hey um you think they’ll let you out of here?” He asks “I could why?” I ask, “I wanna show you something on the mountains,” he says “the hallelujah mountains?” I ask raising a brow he nodded, “I’ll see, I have to report to the so call boss,” I huff.

“Corporal” Carmella said, “what you need?” I ask, “we need to get some indication on the na’vi and where Jake sully is,” she said my face instantly went into annoyance, “hope you like choppers,” I said to spider “fox, let’s load out,” I said, Quaritch and the others were looking over in confusion, “woah where you think you’re going?” Lyle questions with a cocky smirk, “going for a hunt,” I said, raven and the rest came out with their guns. “Oh what change your mind?” Quaritch rose a brow, “don’t worry about it, let’s go,” I said as we leave, spider puts his mask on and we head to the chopper, I noticed the boys heading in their chopper as well.

“Let’s go!” I said, and we took off, “are you really hunting Jake?” Spider asks nervously I smirk “tuhh! No” I said bluntly, “you’d figure everybody here would learn their lesson on stop fucking with these people but no,” ellice said with a smirk, “plus, we got these awesome bodies in tryna keep it,” raven said “damn right, can’t do shit in our human bodies,” I said they laughed, “so we’re playing their game for a while,” I said, “that’s smart,” spider smirks a little “and you gotta play song with it too, you’re the key to what they want,” I said.

“Play along and we can make sure they don’t touch you,” Allen spoke.

Once we landed pulled my crossbow out, “what is that?” He asks pointing at my crossbow “a crossbow, kinda similar to the og bow but this one you can just shoot, I don’t have my old bow I used to have,” I said, “alright listen up we have to go in na’vi,” Quaritch says, I almost snickered, once he started speaking na’vi I knew how this was gonna go “go full na’vi huh, how the hell you’re gonna go na’vi with that on and two face fingers and three your na’vi language is a pain to everybody’s ears,” I said, the girls laughed. Spider even laughed “what she said?” Lyle asks spider, “your na’vi language is a pain to everybody’s ears,” spider said, I shake my head with a grin “well we got out ourselves interpreters,” Quaritch said.

“Spider come on,” I said spider follows, as we go through the forest, I looked around, “can I show you the mountains now?” He asks “not yet,” I said, we all looked up to see the prolemuris swinging around “prolemuris, AYE!” I jumped when one landed on me, “you’re animal whisperer now Gwen,” Allen cackles “oh shut up, come on get,” I said the prolemuris leaps off of my to the tree to follow the rest of the group. “How can you find them in this big forest?” Spider asks, “we’re just scoping out some small areas nothing to big,” raven said, “you can just get an ikran,” he said i stopped “ikran? Those flying things?” I ask he nods “it’s on the hallelujah mountains isn’t it?” He nodded.

“Alright let’s go,” I said, but we didn’t realize we left Quaritch squad by themselves, “wait a minute where’s the rest of them?” One of them asks looking around “corporal? Where you at?” Quaritch asks on comms I gasp “I think we left them,” I said.

To be continued…

A/N: made the first release long for you guys🤍

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[555sage]

TELL ME

PAIRINGS — roman reigns x black reader

INCLUDES SMUT

It was just supposed to be a quick drop off and you two going on about your own business. You had no idea why you agreed to having your ex drop you home. There was Uber, Lyft—hell even the bus, but something in you just couldn’t say no. But, it wasn’t just a decision out of the blue—it was your nephew’s birthday and your ex is his godfather, so of course he would be there.

The conversation was actually quite pleasant between you two. Well, it wasn’t that he was a bad person or anything, even when you guys broke up, you two ended it on a good note. You guys even kept contact for a while, but you stopped because you didn’t know if he was in a relationship. You definitely weren’t going to be labeled the “obsessed ex” just because you two spoke even after being broken up.

The mood shifted when you got a call from a guy you went out on a few dates with. You excused yourself and answered the call. Your ex wasn’t exactly snooping, but your conversation could be heard clear— well of course since the kitchen didn’t give you much privacy. You also weren’t expecting the call to be any more than a “hi”, “how are you”, and “bye”, but things went south when a not so innocent comment made your ex heat up. The nerve of him, your ex thought to himself.

“He hasn’t even made you cum has he?” Roman grunted as his hips viciously snaps against your backside.

You cried into the pillow, reaching your hand back to get him to ease up. With his strength, he has you now in collapsed doggy, your hands above your head as he used one of his hands to hold them down. A hand on the arch of your back as his hips slaps against your ass.

“Aah.” You moaned.

“Tell me.” Roman demanded.

“Tell me he hasn’t gotten a taste of this sweet ass pussy yet. Tell me he hasn’t felt what that wonderful mouth of yours can do. Fucking tell me!”

“He hasn’t!” You cried as you felt an orgasm nearing.

His body on yours his strokes were softer and dragged out. His lips near your ear had you hearing his soft moans and grunts. A few more strokes and you both would come undone.

“Tell me you’re mine.” He tries to reach for your lips.

Lifting your head to look up and back at him you couldn’t muster up the words to say it because he was fucking you entirely too good.

“Tell me.” He whispers against your lips.

Moaning against his lips, “I’m yours baby.”

His tongue slips into your mouth for a wet deep kiss. You moan into his mouth as he gives you one last deep stroke before cumming in you. Your legs shake from you coming undone as well.

[estro-gem]

Oasis: The Amazing Digital Circus AU list

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Oasis Description

A collection of stories revolving around the relationships among the characters of The Amazing Digital Circus. The characters of The Amazing Digital Circus all depend on each other by fulfilling a role that was silently assigned to them. They form their own little ecosystem; an oasis in a seemingly impossible environment - all in the name of maintaining their sanity.

For context, read them in order of post! While most are chronological, some are just random, past events that just add lore to the main story.

Main story:

1. The Snake and the Water Spring (Jax x Ragatha - Romantic/Platonic)

2. Raptors and Reptiles (Jax x Gangle - Platonic)

3. Wind beneath Wings (Zooble x Gangle - Romantic)

4. Touch (Jax x Ragatha - Romantic/Platonic)

5. Charting the Landscape (Pomni x Ragatha - Platonic)

6. What lurks beneath the surface (Jax x Ragatha - Romantic/Platonic)

7. Build the bridge to burn another (Pomni x Zooble - Platonic)

8. Misplaced, but present (Kinger x Ragatha - Platonic)

9. Blood in the Water (Jax x Ragatha - Romantic/Platonic)

10. Mirage (Group chaos)

Fillers

Eyes (Jax x Ragatha - Romantic/Platonic)

Anywhere the wind blows (Zooble x Gangle - Romantic)

All Fanfics (in order of posts, including fic art)

The Snake and the Water Spring (Jax x Ragatha - Romantic/Platonic)

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Summary:

A fanmade take on the events following Pomni’s arrival and after the crew had dinner together. This is focused on Jax’s point of view, but still written in the third person.

Jax confronts Ragatha after the pilot episode’s 'dinner’ and does his best to comfort her in a way that works for them.

Fic art: Evil with a target

Raptors and Reptiles (Jax x Gangle - Platonic)

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Summary:

Gangle meets Jax in the hallway right after his long visit to Ragatha. It's been a hard day with a new face arriving so suddenly and Jax looks a little worse for wear.

One look at Gangle's face was enough to have him on edge again.

Eyes (Jax x Ragatha - Romantic/Platonic)

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Summary:

Ragatha hand-embroiders something under Jax's merciless stare.

Wind beneath Wings (Zooble x Gangle - Romantic)

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Summary:

Gangle and Zooble hangs out in the main room, the day after Pomni's arrival. The situation ends up with Gangle awkwardly trying to comfort the jester.

Things get worse as Pomni oversteps her boundaries, chasing Gangle back into Zooble's arms for comfort. Fluff and gossip ensues.

Fic art: Wagers

Anywhere the wind blows (Zooble x Gangle - Romantic)

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Summary:

Zooble was making their way to the lake to go dancing with Gangle. Upon arrival, the sight of Gangle caused Zooble to reminisce about their arrival in The Amazing Digital Circus and the chaos that followed.

Fic art: First dance

Touch (Jax x Ragatha - Romantic/Platonic)

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Summary:

Jax is suffering from the frustrating effects of touch-starvation, despite his touch-aversion rendering him from doing anything about it. After meeting up with his fellow circus-members, a good laugh and a brief on their new adventure, Jax is given the chance to confide in Ragatha.

Charting the Landscape (Pomni x Ragatha - Platonic)

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Summary:

After Pomni had a strange encounter with Kinger, she was struck with the need to work about developing her status to something more positive among the other Circus members. She decides to start by approaching Ragatha, who ends up giving her the friendliest reality-check she could ask for. Pomni was in more trouble than she thought.

What lurks beneath the surface (Jax x Ragatha - Romantic/Platonic)

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Summary:

Ragatha gifts Jax a plush that she promised to make for him. He enjoys the comfort that it brought him as well as the sentiment behind the gesture, until Ragatha reveals that the dress of the plush can be removed for him to discover a secret she added for him to find. He is plagued by strange possibilities to his dolly’s reasoning behind the design choice. He struggles to muster the courage to remove the dress – or even see reason to do so, other than quenching the thirst of his curiosity.

It's just a doll, isn't it?

Fic art: Eyes on you

Build the bridge to burn another (Pomni x Zooble - Platonic)

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Summary:

Pomni is having a hard time after an interesting and revealing conversation she had with Caine. To make matters worse, the jester is pushed to her limit by Zooble's shameless, apathetic mannerisms. She would never understand why they suddenly wouldn't leave her alone, after weeks of receiving the cold shoulder.

Fic comic/art: Unlikely friends

Misplaced, but present (Kinger x Ragatha - Platonic)

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Summary:

Kinger had seen everything, but he has a hard time telling facts from fiction. Fading in and out of reality, he is suddenly brought into a period of clarity when a good friend came for a visit.

Fic comic/art: Stale

Blood in the Water (Jax x Ragatha - Romantic/Platonic)

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Summary:

Gangle is accompanied by Jax, who had requested her assistance with something unexpected. As the two spend some time together, Jax realize that there is more lurking beneath the mask she chooses to hide behind. Due to the outcome of a quarrel, the rabbit is left to his own devices and ultimately seeks out Ragatha's company to make a special delivery.

As the odd couple eventually part ways, Ragatha is left unaware of a bloodtrail enticing an evil that they hadn't encountered in a long time.

This is literally the only way to summarize the story without spoiling anything.

Mirage (Group chaos)

PART 1 (CLICK HERE TO READ)

PART 2 (CLICK HERE TO READ)

Summary:

The day starts off slow and ends in tragedy. Kinger is awake. Hell breaks loose.

Fic art: Possession

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Fanart/Fan comics:

Evil with a target (CLICK HERE TO SEE)

Oasis TADC AU in a nutshell (CLICK HERE TO SEE)

First dance (CLICK HERE TO SEE)

Frustration (CLICK HERE TO SEE)

Stale (CLICK HERE TO SEE)

Slave to the throne (CLICK HERE TO SEE)

Silly Goobers (CLICK HERE TO SEE)

Pomni and Zooble tribute (CLICK HERE TO SEE)

Eyes on you (CLICK HERE TO SEE)

Cheeky (CLICK HERE TO SEE)

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Asks about Oasis

(list may get it's own post if I get too many asks to include it here)

Kind encouragement to keep writing (1) (I will, thank you!)

A reader's favourite moments in some of the fics (1) (I love to hear them!)

Do I mind people drawing fanart of this AU (1) (2) (PLEASE DO, I'M HONOURED!)

Pomni's relationships and role (1) (2) (Spoiling it so soon...?)

Kaufmo's relationships and role (1) (Hmmmm...)

Masterlist

[rolloroberson]

Scarlett Johansson and Dita Von Teese photographed by James White©️.

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12. “Did something happen to you that I don’t know about?” with maybe Rhea/Damian/Dom 🤔

Rated: T Tags: References to past sexual assault, therapy, nightmares.

Prompt List

Quiet nights at home were few and hard to come by. There was always something that needed to be done—unpacking, packing, getting ready for the next show, traveling, training, press. Rarely did the grind stutter to a stop long enough to be still and breathe. But somehow, they'd managed to find one of those precious nights among the chaos—a respite, a chance to simply be and be together. Damian cooked, they ate, then JD and Finn disappeared into the back bedroom with a few soft murmurs exchanged in the leaving. Both had looked so exhausted that Damian had no reason to doubt they really were turning in early.

And so five became three.

They shifted to the living room, where Dom curled up against Damian's side, head resting in his lap as if he belonged there—which, he mused, maybe he did—and Damian held him close as they put on a movie Rhea had rescued from a discount bin somewhere last week. It didn't take long before Dom was half-hidden behind a blanket, peering over the fringe and clutching onto Damian's hand with every jump and pop of noise. Damian was only half paying attention, idly carding his free hand through Dom's hair, his thoughts and gaze both drifting to where Rhea had plopped down on the floor in front of the sofa, meticulously hammering studs and rivets into a trim expanse of black leather. He had no idea what event it was for—he didn't even know if she knew—but he liked watching her work. Once in a while, her tongue would poke out from between her lips, poised at the corner of her mouth, her brow furrowed in concentration as she lined up sharp bits of metal, measured with her fingertips, counted, then swept the whole mess onto the floor so she could start hammering again. 

It was hard for him to imagine a more perfect night than this—to have not just one person who fit so well into every crevice of his life, but all of them. The warmth of Dom pressed against him, Rhea always lingering just within arm's reach, Finn and JD safely tucked away in the other room. It was a kind of contentment he couldn't even imagine until he'd met them. One by one, they'd slotted into place, and a sense of peace had wrapped around him like a heavy blanket.

He had half a thought lingering somewhere in the corner of his mind—something he'd been about to say, a notion that hadn't quite formed into words yet—but it was lost in the rustle of Rhea suddenly rising to her feet. She cracked her neck and stretched her arms above her head with a soft groan and a little pop of something somewhere at the base of her spine. Dom reached out and batted at her hip, and she stepped out of the way of the television with a laugh, pivoting on her toes, practically dancing between the piles of tools and fabric and supplies. 

"You headed to the kitchen by any chance?" Damian asked, watching as she flicked the hem of her shorts back into place around her thigh.

"I think I need glue," she answered.

"You wanna grab me another drink on your way back?"

"Please," she teased and wiggled her fingers at him as she reached for his empty glass.

He rolled his eyes. "And thank you," he offered, handing it over with a small, fond smirk. Their hands brushed, his touch lingered, thumb grazing over her knuckles before he let go of the glass and let her slip away toward the other side of the space.

Damian's gaze followed her, tracking every movement through the room, lingering just long enough to see her slip around the corner of the island counter. Then he turned back to Dom, fingers sliding into his hair again, scratching gently at his scalp beneath a mop of dark waves. Dom hummed softly, a barely audible noise, tilting his head into Damian's palm and shifting ever closer against his side. His focus slipped, settled, sank—grasping onto nothing in particular, at least not long enough to matter—shifting from Dom to Rhea and back again with ease. Rhea's footsteps pattered softly against the tile, punctuated by the glide of drawers as she rummaged around. But even that faded into the background after a moment or two—a rhythmic pulse like a metronome, a steady beat for him to track her by.

Time slowed to a crawl. The movie played on without him; he didn't care. His eyes slipped closed, lashes heavy, comfort guiding the way towards a drowsy sort of almost-rest. Then Rhea's fingers brushed against his shoulder, cold and damp with condensation off his glass, and he hummed a soft sound of acknowledgment as she passed. He heard her nails scratch softly over Dom's blanket, skipping down his side and hip before he felt the couch cushion shift as she settled down and rest her back against it again. A gentle silence settled over them like a fog, warm and comforting, thick enough to sink into and soft enough to mold around his body.

He drifted, lulled by the feeling of Dom's fingertips brushing slowly up and down the side of his arm, tracing shapes that felt nonsensical at first until one curved and glided just so, and his attention honed back in on his own body. Slowly, the shapes Dom was drawing began to make sense. The swoop and arc of his fingertips traced tangled serpents and caressed the side of Medusa's face, almost—maybe entirely—unconsciously. His gaze was focused on the television, one arm tucked up against his chest, while the other hand simply trailed the lines as if he had them memorized. Damian's fingers stroked down the side of his neck, thumb tracing over his collarbone and shoulder before slipping back into his hair again, and shifted his arm a bit closer, easier to reach.

"Have you seen Adam's show?" Dom murmured, turning just slightly to look over his shoulder at Damian, his big, dark eyes wide and gentle and curious. 

He couldn't help but laugh. Of course, to Dom, it was Adam's show, even though he was only in—what?—three episodes. But he nodded, twisting one long strand of hair around his finger. In his gut, he knew what question was probably coming next, but he still offered a soft smile and said, "Yeah, why?"

Dom shrugged. "Just wondering if that's why you got her—" His fingers swooped across Medusa's face again, then down towards Damian's wrist. "Because of the story, I mean."

It was innocuous enough that Damian probably could have skirted around the subject if he wanted to. But it felt—maybe not pointless, but unnecessary. There were parts of himself he'd always kept hidden away—for good reason—and Dom's innocent question brought one of those shadowy things stumbling out of the dark to sit in the center of his chest. And, somehow, it didn't feel as heavy as it once had. Maybe time did heal all wounds or some trite, cliche shit like that; or maybe the salve they'd been applying to it over the last months—years, in some cases—had finally started to heal something. Either way, it didn't feel as deep as it had three years ago when he'd sat down in a tattoo parlor, across from a woman with the prettiest rose-colored hair he'd ever seen, and spilled the entire story over the course of a six-hour session.

He swallowed around the knot that tried to form in the back of his throat, the phantom tingle of needle pricks flaring up along his arm, and nodded again, his smile soft and genuine even if there was a heaviness still sitting just below the surface. But Dom had already seen the flicker in his expression, the slight deepening of the lines around his eyes, the way his fingertips stuttered then stilled where they rest on the arc of Dom's shoulder.

"I'm not supposed to ask that, am I?" he said—timid, a little hesitant, a trace of worry in his voice that he had upset Damian. 

But he just shook his head and gathered Dom a little closer, watching Rhea out of the corner of his eye as she set her tools down and shifted around to face them both. "No, no, it's alright, hermano. You can ask. It was a really long time ago, and I'm mostly okay now."

"Mostly?" Dom echoed, looking up at him again, searching his face, trying to find an answer in his expression.

There was no reason to try to hide anything—not with them. They didn't need the pretty version of things—the glossed-over, watered-down, sanitized truth. It was messy and ugly and uncomfortable, but they were safe, and that was the only thing that mattered. Still, he felt that hard throb in the center of his chest, the last dying ember of a fear he'd spent years trying to extinguish and couldn't quite snuff out completely. He'd learned to live with it, to maneuver around it, and it remained largely inconspicuous if still softly smoldering somewhere in the distance. But here, now, he felt like he could pick that ember up in his bare hands and not get burned by it. It was as small a spark as it had ever been.

Rhea leaned her elbow against the back of the sofa, resting her chin on her hand, looking at Damian with a softness that made his heart ache, but he couldn't quite bring himself to meet her gaze just yet. Instead, he shifted a little and tugged Dom upright, coaxing him into his lap so Rhea had space to move up onto the couch next to them. He slipped into the space between Damian's thigh and the arm of the sofa, legs draped over and between his, shoulder tucked just under his arm, blanket folded around their limbs. 

He felt Rhea's lips fall against his cheek as she rose and took her place on the other side, her legs tucked beneath her as she reached for him and tangled their fingers together. Part of him was glad it was just the three of them, then. It wasn't that he didn't want Finn and JD to know, just that it seemed easier to deal with when there weren't so many people staring at him. The wound had healed, sure, but it had scarred, and some of those scars were thicker, deeper than others. It was hard to know where to start sometimes. He cleared his throat, blinked a few times, and stared up at the ceiling.

"Truth is," he started, gaze gliding back to the television and the credits rolling there. "I wasn't fully aware of what was happening at the time. There were just a bunch of whispered conversations I don't think I was ever meant to hear, and then, all of a sudden, I was being shipped back to New York. I didn't understand why I had to leave—just that everyone was upset all the time, and all I knew was that I was at the center of it. I thought I was being punished for something, but I didn't know what, and I didn't know how to process everything that was going on either—so I just didn't."

Silence hung heavy for a few seconds, but Damian needed that pause to ground himself—to settle into the warmth that surrounded them, the feeling of Rhea's thumb brushing over his knuckles, and Dom's hand curled softly in the front of his shirt. 

"I didn't start dealing with any of it until a lot later," he continued, still staring at some vague spot in the middle distance. "I had a coach who basically told me to get my shit together, then shoved me in the direction of a therapist. I hated it. I thought it was stupid and pointless—that there was nothing I could benefit from knowing—that it was gonna be a massive waste of time. Then, little by little, it started to help—even if, eventually, it opened up a can of worms I didn't realize was actually full of snakes. Once I started digging, I started to remember, and it hit me like a fucking truck. I had nightmares for weeks. I couldn't sleep, I couldn't eat, I could barely make it to practice. I was a wreck. And, thankfully, a lot of people gave me a lot of grace while it was happening. They didn't know—no one did—they just knew I was trying to get my head on straight and that, hopefully, I was going to come out the other side of it better."

His throat was dry, and he could feel his voice faltering, but he forced himself to keep going. It was cathartic, in a way, like taking a hot knife to an infected wound and prying it open so the poison could drain out.

"There were things that had grown around that initial memory, though—rooted into it, branched off of it—things that needed to be handled separate from everything else. But by the time I moved to Vegas, I'd gotten a hold of most of that, too. The real bone-deep pain wasn't there anymore. Every once in a while, something still flares up, and I have to sit with it for a bit, but..." he shrugged, "but at least I can sit with it now. I can look at it and acknowledge that it's there, and it hurts, and that's okay. Most of the time, it's just phantom pain, anyway; something that aches because it remembers, not because it's still bleeding."

Rhea's palm slid against his cheek, cupping his jaw as she guided his face towards hers, and he felt the slightest sting in the corners of his eyes. That was residual, too—a reflex left over from all the times he'd secluded himself in some small, dark place, hoping he might feel safe enough to cry through the pain. He blinked it away and leaned into her touch, resting his forehead against hers for a moment. He could feel her eyelashes flutter against his, her fingernails gliding softly through his beard, holding him there as he breathed deep and steadied himself. When he pulled back, he found Dom's dark eyes still watching him, quiet and curious and unassuming—a dozen different questions lingering in his gaze. Damian carded his fingers through his hair, tucking loose strands away from his face, tracing the line of his jaw with his thumb. Dom's lips twitched into a soft smile, and he pressed his cheek into Damian's palm.

"Is that why you've always been so good with me and my bad dreams?" he asked.

He laughed and nodded, his smile finally softening into something more natural. "I'm sure it has something to do with it, yeah. But you're easy to take care of."

His smile faded for a moment as he shifted his hand to curl around Dom's shoulder, holding him snug against his chest. If he'd noticed the flicker of emotion on Damian's face that time, he didn't let on; he just tucked himself in closer, drawing his knees up, and nuzzled into the solid expanse of Damian's chest. Sometimes he wondered how alike the two of them were and how much Dom kept quietly closed off for the sake of everyone else around him—to continue being the bright little ball of sunshine they all knew. But it wasn't the right time to start digging into that. He could only hope that offering this small fragment of himself would be enough that they might also feel safe in unburdening their darkness with him—more than they already had. He pressed a kiss to the top of Dom's head and shifted his gaze back to Rhea, catching the soft, sidelong glance she cast in his direction.

"I'm proud of you," she said, her voice low and warm, gentle as she drew her fingers through his hair and grazed her thumb along his temple. "You know that, right?"

Damian hummed, the sound rumbling in the back of his throat, and nodded, turning his face to press a kiss to the inside of her wrist. "I do," he murmured, reaching for her other hand again. "But it's still nice to hear sometimes."