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My loyal crow CH3
Pairing: Lucanis x Rook
Rating: Explicit
Summery: Rook gets a turn being in charge, and her only goal is to make sure Lucanis has a good time. Overstimulated/pegged Lucanis.
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Surrounded By You
In Depth Look At: The Nats
Summary: This is more of a fun little visualization to understand their looks, gear and differences
Authors note: regular chapters will now resume after this
In Depth Look At Masterlist SBY Masterlist
Natasha Romanoff (OG)
Hair: Long, usually braided
To everyone writing Heated Rivalry fanfic: please, I beg of you, understand that Ottawa is a city located inside the province of Ontario. Ottawa is inside of Ontario. So is the cottage. But the cottage is not in Ottawa.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Day One of Vaultknight Week: Mutual Pining.
After the Wrath of the Lamb, both Hannibal and Will are thrust back into life, surviving but not thriving from their separation. Crawling his way back, Hannibal is not the one reaping their past but Will, who grabs the attention of a waiting wolf, hiding in the shadows of the past. What transpires after their jagged edges crash together, fusing into their own teacup that is no longer out of their control. Regained freedoms and haunting hallways bite into rational thoughts, spiraling until the unlucky one gets trapped in a web of his creation. What is to be their future is to be decided by how they clean up their shattered teacups. ----- Started as an RP with Eligos writing Hannibal's POV and Slater writing Will's. Not really proof read despite two people's worth of work going into it. Our bad <3 We're going to attempt to update bi-weekly. Tags will update as we go so please pay attention to them at the drop of new chapters.
Chapter One: Dante et Virgille en Enfer is now live and able to be read!
Word count: 8,462
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dependency - jikook
Jimin pretends to be awfully interested in the lecture, avoiding eye contact the whole time. It doesn't help that he can feel Jungkook's gaze on him. The whole lesson his gaze has been on Jimin. Suddenly - he nudges Jimin's knee with his own. Jimin doesn't respond, thinking it must be a mistake, but when it happens again, he looks in Jungkook's direction. He has a dumb smirk on his face and his hood is over his head. "You're a nerd". What the hell is he supposed to respond to that? "Uhm.. Okay?". Jungkook sits more straight and scoots his chair closer to Jimin's. "You're all focused". What the hell is happening?? Why is he getting closer? "Yeah, well, we're in class for a reason", Jimin responds. "You should let loose", Jungkook says while he moves closer to Jimin, "I'm having a party tonight". Is he trying to brag or something? "Good for you". Jungkook lets out a chuckle, "Come on, let loose. I'm inviting you". Uhm.. What? "Huh?", is all that comes out of Jimin's mouth. Jungkook pulls out his phone and hides it behind Jimin's pencil case. "Give me your number. I'll text you the deeds". Scared to say no, Jimin puts his number in Jungkook's phone.
That night, he stares at Jungkook's text. It's his address with a time and a little ":)" at the end. It's already way past that time. The party started three hours ago. He wasn't planning on going, but his parents are at it again. They're screaming, throwing stuff. He'd do anything to get away from that. Even if it meant walking into a trap to get made fun of.
The front door is open. There's people on the lawn and music is blasting loudly. He nervously walks inside. It doesn't take him long to spot Jungkook, he's the centre of the party. There's girls around him, one touching his arm, pretending to be interested in the tattoo's. Jimin walks over to where the alcohol is. He hasn't really drank much at all in his life. He's had a few bottles with his friends, but that's about it. He doesn't know how to mix it, nor what tastes good. He grabs the nearest bottle and pours it in a cup. He takes a sip and immediately regrets it. How the hell do people drink this? "You're supposed to mix it with soda". Jimin turns around. There's Jungkook, somehow without girls by his side. Jungkook grabs another cup and pours half of Jimin's in it. He adds some sprite and hands it back to Jimin. "Here". "Thanks", Jimin grabs the cup back and takes a sip. Much better.
Jungkook leans against the counter next to Jimin, "That better?". "Yeah", Jimin takes a gulp. It actually tastes good like this. Jungkook chuckles, "You trying to get drunk?". Jimin takes another gulp. He defenetly was. "Why? Are you?". Jungkook chuckles once more, that dumb smirk on his face again. "Almost there". It becomes silent between them again while they awkwardly sip their drinks. A minute passes, even though it feels like an hour, before Jungkook speaks up. "Want something stronger?". That sounds great. Jimin wants to forget about his parents and the dreading feeling of having to go home later. He doesn't want to go back to that god forsaken house. If it meant forgetting everything for a little while, he would do it. "Yeah, sure, like what?". Jungkook grins, "I think Maddison is doing lines nearby". Jungkook's hand goes to the small of Jimin's back, guiding him with him. It felt weirdly intimate. Jimin follows him until they're at a small group of people around a table. Jungkook grabs a small bag and nods his head to the stairs. Jimin follows him through the crowd of people, and up the stairs. They enter his room, which isn't how Jimin expected. He expected a whole modern minimalist look with maybe a few posters of naked ladies. Instead, he's met with a cozy room. He has multiple pillows on his bed and there's pictures of dragons on his walls. Jungkook closes and locks the door behind them.
"Dragons", Jimin says with a chuckle. "Don't tell anyone. It's embarrassing", Jungkook replies. "Wouldn't they know when they enter your room?". Jungkook sits down on the bed and pats the spot next to him, "I don't take anyone up here". Then why is Jimin there? Why is Jungkook showing such a vulnerable side of him to Jimin when they barely know each other? Jungkook grabs a book and starts making the lines on them. Jimin sits down next to him, his heart beating fast. He's never done lines before. Let alone any type of drug. Jungkook takes a line and holds the book with the lines up to Jimin. "Don't be nervous. If you're panicky, you'll have a bad trip". Jimin takes a deep breath and repeats Jungkook's movements, taking a line through his nose. "Fuck", Jimin says when he moves his head up. "It burns". Jungkook laughs softly at that. "Yeah, you get used to it, though". Jimin leans back against the pillows. "You feel it?", Jungkook asks while putting the now powdery book away. "Yeah..", Jimin closes his eyes and lets the coke take over. He feels energetic, like everything is flowing out of him.
Jungkook pulls Jimin closer, his hand going to Jimin's waist. "Jim", he says. Jimin opens his eyes and looks at Jungkook with a grin. "Yeah?". And that's when it happens. Jungkook's lips press against his.
Jimin kisses him back without thinking. Jungkook softly bites down on Jimin's bottom lip, silently asking for entrance. He doesn't have to ask twice. Jimin's lips part slightly and Jungkook's tongue slides in. He can feel Jungkook pressing him into the matrass while his hand slides under his shirt. Jungkook traces his waist with his fingers while kissing him desperatly. It's like he's been holding the urge in for months. All his paranoia about Jungkook - and hate - disappears within seconds. His touch feels like magic. Probably due to the drugs. His whole body is sensitive, and Jungkook's touch tingles. Jungkook gets between Jimin's thighs, his other hand coming to hold his hip, angling him up enough for Jimin to feel Jungkook's erection. Fuck, that feels good.
Jimin's hand comes to tangle into Jungkook's hair, roughly pressing him closer. The kiss is messy and rough, all tongue and teeth. But the cherry on top is Jungkook's grinding. Jimin has imagined situations like this millions of times in his head. Never did he imagine it would feel this good. He can feel his own erection straining against his pants, begging to be touched. As if Jungkook can read his mind, he starts to undo Jimin's pants. Jimin lets out a little groan. It's all so sudden, and so fast, but he doesn't seem to care. It feels too good to care.
Jungkook tosses Jimin's pants somewhere in the room, too turned on to care where they land. He starts to bite and kiss Jimin's neck and throat, making Jimin moan. "Shh", whispers against Jimin's neck. His hand that was on his waist moves down to his erection. He's never felt another guy's cock before, and it felt good. he starts to slowly stroke Jimin through his underwear. Jimin has to bite back a moan.
His hand speeds up as he grinds his erection against Jimin's leg. He bites down a little harder onto Jimin's throat, leaving a soft mark. It's too much to hold back when he hears Jimin let out a soft whimper. He eagerly pushes down Jimin's underwear, then removes his shirt. Jimin is staring at his tattoos and muscular appearance. He never imagined that Jungkook would be this hot. He looks at his face, realising just how perfect Jungkook looks. His hatred for him had blocked it all out before. But now, while Jungkook is undressing himself in front of him, showing him just how much he wants him, he's the most beautiful person on earth.
Jungkook pulls Jimin's shirt off, then crashes their lips together again. He moves Jimin's hand to his erection, holding it in place by his wrist while he grinds against it. His movements are desperate, needy, like he's never felt something this good before. "Take it off for me", Jungkook whispers against Jimin's lips. He doesn't have to be told twice. Jimin removes Jungkook's pants with more struggle than he'd like to admit. He manages to push it down to his ankles, and Jungkook kiss it off.
Jungkook moves away. He grabs a pillow and pushes it under Jimin's hips. He starts to kiss his thighs, slow and teasingly. "Fuck.. Jungkook..", Jimin whispers. Jungkook starts to kiss towards Jimin's cock. He's only ever received head from girls. Never has he given it to anyone, let alone a guy. He decides to do what he's always received, and starts to trace his tongue up Jimin's length. Jimin shudders and throws his head back. Jungkook has no idea what he's doing, and decides to just go for it. He takes the tip in his mouth, teasing it with his tongue. He can feel Jimin's hips stutter upwards. He starts to take his length deeper into his mouth, sucking him like he's desperate. Jimin grips the sheets. "Wait- fuck- Jungkook- I-", he whimpers out. "Already?", Jungkook responds, his words muffled by the cock in his mouth. "Y-yeah, nghm". Jungkook stops sucking Jimin and moves his head up to eye level. "Not yet".
Jungkook gets up, standing in front of the bed. Jimin sits up, confused. "Spit", Jungkook commands while pushing his underwear down. "Huh?". Jungkook gently grabs the back of Jimin's head and pulls him closer to his cock. "Spit". Jimin shyly lets some of his spit fall onto Jungkook's cock. Jungkook rubs it over his lenght and then presses a kiss against Jimin's forehead. "Turn around". Jiming does what he asks and turns his back towards him. Jungkook gently bends Jimin over until his ass is at the height of his cock. He enters two fingers first, "That feel good?". Jiming lets out a soft moan, "Yes, fuck.." Then, Jungkook removes his fingers and pushes his cock inside Jimin's tight hole. He lets out a groan when he does.
He gives Jimin a few moments to get used to his lenght before he starts to move. His movements are soft at first - then rough. Jimin's face is burried into the sheets to stop himself from being loud. It doesn't last long, five minutes to be exact, before Jungkook fills him up. His thrusts become a little more slow while his hand is stroking Jimin's cock, making him whimper. "Come for me", Jungkook says breathily. That's all Jimin needs. He covers Jungkook's hand in his cum.
They lay down on the bed, exhausted. Jungkook takes Jimin into his arms as he covers them with the sheets. His breathing is heavy, and his arms cling to Jimin. Jimin's hand comes to touch Jungkook's arm, tracing his tattoos. He closes his eyes, exhaustion taking over.
Phic Phight - Why Do I Still Live In This Town?
@Chrysanthemum9484
Trent just wanted to sleep, unfortunately some ghosts and one ghost hunter are having a verbal and physical fight right outside his damn window. Trent is not impressed. Not at all.
When I wanted to make a normal fic, but my sleep deprived brain said "nah".
Chapters: 8/8 Fandom: All Elite Wrestling, Professional Wrestling Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Donovan Danhausen & Hook Characters: Donovan Danhausen, Hook (Professional Wrestling), Miro | Alexander Rusev, Tony Khan, Orange Cassidy, Eddie Kingston, Darby Allin, Wardlow (Professional Wrestling), Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), Shawn Dean Additional Tags: Professional Wrestling (AEW), Horror Elements, Religious Imagery & Symbolism, Religious Imagery and Trauma, Found Family, (If Your Family Fights With Barbed Wired), Psychological Warfare, Platonic Life Partners, identity crisis, Gimmick vs. "Legitimacy", arson as a love language, Cursed Merch Empire, Dark Comedy, Hurt/Comfort, (Minus the Comfort), Implied/Referenced Torture, Canon-Typical Violence, No Beta We Die Like Miro's Sanity, Humor & Crack Treated Seriously Summary:
In the chaotic world of AEW wrestling, fan-favorite chaos gremlin Danhausen finds himself targeted by a zealot: Miro, the self-proclaimed "Redeemer," who views Danhausen’s campy curses and gimmicks as sacrilege.
Teaming up with the brooding enigma Hook, Danhausen must navigate physical assaults, psychological warfare, and a holy crusade threatening to purge AEW of its eccentricity.
As the line between persona and reality blurs, their partnership becomes a lifeline against Miro’s escalating violence and dogma.
