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summary: "drop everything now, meet me in the pouring rain."/"kiss me on the sidewalk, take away the pain." The first time you meet Spencer Reid, you swore that you could feel the sparks fly. You figured that it would be unreasonable to ever consider him to be anything more than a friend, and in a moment of selflessness you tell yourself that you are perfectly fine in that position. As time goes on, the line between romantic and platonic love begins to blur indefinitely. But it would be ridiculous to think that the resident genius would feel anything for you... right?

pairing: spencer reid x bau!fem!reader

genre: best friends to lovers, fluff, hurt/comfort, angst, slow burn, mutual pining, happy ending

warnings: rated 16+ for canonical criminal minds trauma, drugs/relapsing, torture, therapy, panic attacks/night terrors, guns, death, ‼️always read each fic's individual warnings for triggers‼️

taglist: send an ask :D

schedule: (hopefully) every thursday

01 — better than revenge

“she’s not a saint, no, she’s not what you think. she’s an actress.” 

you thought you were past the immature arguments now that you're an adult. you thought you left those in high school, or even college. maybe you thought you did. apparently, spencer thought otherwise.

02 — haunted

“something’s gone terribly wrong, you’re all i wanted.”/“you’re not gone, you can’t be gone.”

it wasn't supposed to be like this. it was supposed to be a normal open-shut case. but people are unpredictable and you're left picking up the pieces as you work yourself to the grave.

03 — labyrinth

“uh oh, i’m falling in love”/“thought the plane was going down, how’d you turn it right around?”

everything hurts. it's understandable, after everything he's went through. spencer wishes that he could erase every one of his scars. he wishes he could stop chasing the highs and embrace the lows. but at least he has you.

04 — you are in love

“you can hear it in the silence.”/”you can hear it on the way home.”/”you can see it with the lights out.”

spencer didn't think that something like this could happen. no, rather, he wanted to deny the fact that something like this could happen. but all he can think about is you.

05 — tbc...

reblogs are always appreciated!

DOWN BAD / NICK F.

summary: nick's wanted to have an intimate moment with you all of summer- all it takes is a werewolf bite to egg him on

tags: smut (minors dni), fem reader, pre-transformation, rough sex, h*nd-h*lding 😨, marking/biting, unprotected sex, breeding kink, cervix kissing, does it count as werewolf sex if it's before he transforms?? idk, aftercare, soft nick <3, manhandling, established relationships

(smut under cut)

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nick huffs out a breath, it was hot and heavy. sweat was plastered to his forehead- he couldn't breathe, a heavy weight on his chest. you sat in the cabin with him, right beside his bed as the others searched for answers. nick was in no condition to be on his feet, so you took to sitting with your boyfriend and keeping an eye on his fever. gently, you press a cold rag to his forehead, and nick lets out a more relaxed sigh. "you're too good for me." the aussie chokes out, and you smile sadly. "we both know that's not true."

"it is. the way i treated you at the pool- in the pool house... it wasn't right-" he coughs a little, trying to breathe in a shuddery breath. you're there for him, giving him a gentle 'shh'. "just focus on getting better. you need rest." you reply, smoothing his sweat-soaked hair back. you didn't have the heart to tell nick that he was probably infected with something, so you were sat in silent hope that he would get better. "i'm sorry." nick mutters, eyes fluttering closed as he leans into your hand. "hey- stay awake for me, yeah?" you shake him a little, and he sighs. "i'm really, really sorry."

"i know, nick. i know. it's okay." you smile as his eyes open- that yellow hue back in them. your breathing hitches, and you tilt your head to look a little closer. "your eyes..." you mutter, and nick furrows his brows. "what about them?" his eyelids flutter closed a few times, and they're back to that lovely brown hue. "nothing.. they're just a little bloodshot... get some rest, babe. i'll be right here." you smile, gently stroking his cheek with your palm. nick smiles weakly, heaving out a raspy breath. "i love you." he strains out, and you repeat the words with no hesitation.

nick's back arching suddenly makes you jump, and he groans with pain. "nick? nick, what's wrong?" you panic, grabbing his hand to stable him. your lover's eyes are screwed shut as he yells out in agony, fingernails digging into your skin. "nick-!" as quick as it started, he slumps again, and you let out a relaxed breath. "are you alright?" you ask softly, and he groans softly. "i think so.." he breathes out, running a hand over his face. "my poor baby..." you frown, tucking some stray hairs behind his ear.

your words make him whine, and your heart sags to see him in so much pain. "i promise, once the others are back, we're gonna get you some proper help." you say, squeezing his hand. nick nods, tugging you a little. "lay with me?" his brown eyes open once more, and he knows you go weak when he gives you the puppy eyes. "fine. scoot over." nick immediately shuffles over on the bed, and you join him above the covers. rolling onto his side, nick wraps you up in his arms, holding you to his chest. "i'm not gonna leave you, nick.." you tell him, kissing his collarbone gently. "i know. thank you." he smiles, weakly, nuzzling your hair.

the smell of your shampoo, albeit faded, drives him wild... burning in his chest, he furrows his brows, inhaling a bit more. "nick..?" you mumble, looking up slightly. "hm?" he feigns innocence, "are you feeling okay?" your question makes him nod. "yeah, i'm alright. you're just wearing the shampoo i like." giving you a cheeky grin, nick kisses your forehead- and you go back to resting your head on his chest. "it's just strawberry." you giggle, and he nods. "i like it."

nick takes another soft breath, his hands tightening on your back as he subconsciously pushes his hips forward. you take it as him wanting to be closer, so you hook a leg over his lithe hips, pressing your body flat against his. smiling, your boyfriend slips a hand under your shirt to rub your back; something he did when you two were cuddled up like this. another wave of this strong emotion hits him, and he lets out a strangled noise this time. "babe?" you ask, hand running over his side. "i'm okay.." he assures you again, closing his eyes as he tries to calm his breathing.

"you poor thing... i promise we're gonna get you help." you tell him, and nick lets out a small, rather animalistic whine. "i'm here, just focus on breathing." your words almost soothe nick, but that damn feeling strikes him again. "i- shit." he stammers, tanned skin flushing red as his nails dig into the flesh of your back. "ow- hey..!" you exhale, resting your hands on his chest. "does it hurt?" you furrow your brows, and he shakes his head. "it's not that- it's something else.." he tells you.

"describe it?" you suggest, gently petting his chest as he peels open his eyes- which had gone fully yellow by now. deciding not to mention it, you wait patiently for nick to find his words. "it's uh... god- it's almost like i'm horny..? as weird as it is to say-" he trails off, and you nod slowly. "horny?" he confirms it with a nod, forehead bumping yours. "it's like my body's burning up- feeling you here next to me is helping a little but- fuck. it keeps coming back stronger.." nick whimpers, and you raise your hand to his cheek to soothe him.

"i don't think we should... you're injured." you tell him, trying to ignore the way his jeans press into your shorts. "nick-" you're interrupted by him when he lets out a small moan, it goes straight to your crotch. "nick, you're hurt.. and if the others see us..." nick shakes his head. "i don't care- i locked the door. please, i need you." the way his voice breaks during the last part is what makes you break, and you nod, whispering a small 'okay'. your boyfriend is immediately on top of you, teeth nipping your neck as he tugs your shirt off roughly. both of you had never gotten this far with each other, only ever making out and leaving hickeys on each other in private over the two months you two finally spent alone together (well- as alone as you both could be). nick lets out a soft groan into your flustered skin as he grinds into you, hands trailing up to your bra.

the way his large hands palm at your tits makes you whimper, yet nick eats up the noise with his own mouth as he kisses you passionately. "fuck, babe- i've been wanting to do this to you all summer." he admits, voice rough as he leans down to your neck once more- tongue dragging up to your jaw just to make you squirm. "r-really?" you pant, locking legs around his hips. nick lets out a confirming hum, sitting up with you to reach around your back, unclasping your bra clumsily. you help him tug it off, and he throws it to the corner of the room. "fuck, you're so gorgeous."

nick's words make you giggle breathily, butterflies fluttering in your stomach as he leans down to suckle hickeys along your chest. your fingers slip into his hair instinctively, massaging his scalp and making him moan. with the two of you still sat up, you take the opportunity to pull nick's shirt up, and your eyes immediately fall onto his injury. "nick- your gash." you gasp, running your fingers over his now perfect freckled skin. "hm? oh shit.." he mutters, looking down at where your fingers were. "guess we won't need that doctor." your boyfriend grins, pushing you so you were lay down and pressing kisses along your collarbones.

clumsy hands tug your shorts off, and you do the same to his jeans. "fuck, baby.." nick mutters, gently biting your neck- not hard enough to leave a mark, but hard enough so you felt it. "never knew you were into biting." you tease, running your hands over his shoulders and down his back. nick hums, tongue tracing over where he bit as he pulls his cock from his boxers, watching you strip off your panties. "do we have lube?" he asks, and you hum. "this is technically jacob's room..." you trail off- a mixture of jealousy and pride fills nick.

he doesn't want you in contact with jacob at all- even if it means you not touching his sheets- but the idea of taking you for the first time on jacob's bed? that set something ablaze in him. "aha!" you smile, pulling a small bottle of "cola flavoured lubricant" from the small table. "there's no condoms. he must of ran out- plus they'd be too small for you." you humour nick, and he chuckles; kissing you as he takes the lube from you. pressing your foreheads together, he looks down between you both before dripping some of the lube onto your exposed cunt. you gasp a little at the feeling, laughing breathily. "that's cold..!" you giggle, kissing the corner of nick's mouth sweetly. he smiles, lathering up his hardening cock before tossing the bottle away. jacob wouldn't mind.

"ready?" your lover asks, and you nod, locking fingers with him. "ready.." with your consent, nick slowly eases into you; making you whimper. immediately, your walls grip him, and nick exhales into your neck; burying his face into your sweet flesh. "oh, fuck-" you choke out, tossing your head back as your thighs squeeze his hips. "you're so tight." nick moans, carefully rocking into you- his tip immediately pressing against your cervix. you whimper at how full he makes you feel, hands breaking free from his so you could cradle his jaw. "that feel good?" nick grins, ghosting a kiss over your lips. leaning into his subtle kiss, you nod, not trusting your tongue to produce any formable words.

nick curses as he begins to thrust carefully at a short yet hard pace, making your body jump a little with each harsh push. "mhh- nick..!" you whine, thumbs running over his smooth skin as you pant against his mouth. the position is so intimate, with your thighs spread around his hips, his chest pressed against yours and your hands cradling his face- nick craves it. kissing you, he speeds up a little; groaning into your mouth as his tongue meets yours. your hands slip from his face and around his head, arms hugging his neck as you kiss back just as desperately.

your sudden soft moan makes nick jolt- that feeling increasing as he fucks into you even harder. "moan again." he demands, yellow eyes peering straight into yours. with every rough thrust of his hips, you let out a lust-filled noise, it drives him insane. "nick- oh god, nick!" you moan for him, and he grins- biting your bottom lip. as soon as he loosens his teeth, it snaps back into place, small indents of his teeth on your plush skin. nick groans loudly, it comes out almost distorted and inhuman. "nick.." you exhale, nails digging into his shoulders to ground yourself.

"you feel so good." nick grunts, accent thickening as he kisses you once more. you whimper against his lips, making nick grip your thighs tightly as he pulls your legs up- almost bending your body. as soon as you both break away for air, you moan again, and he grins. "that feel good, princess?" nick teases, adjusting his grip on you so he was holding just under your knees- bending your legs further so he could fuck into you even deeper.

the way you let out a strangled whine turns nick on even more, and he pushes your knees completely to your chest; adoring how you bent so willingly. "fuck, babe. you look so good." nick moans, rocking into you harder. you practically sob with pleasure, hands gripping jacob's sheets tightly as you tilt your head back into the pillows. the sight sends nick into a frenzy, and he hooks your legs over his slender shoulders, leaning down a little to latch onto your neck, hard.

the way he sucks and growls into your skin makes you keen, back arching up into his chest as you grasp his hands tightly; stabilising yourself a little. "harder-!" you beg, and your lover almost freezes, but obliges soon after. the feeling of his hips knocking into yours compared to the bite on your neck drives you insane, and your moans pick up in volume; even going up an octave. "right there- oh god, nick; right there!" lewd noises leave your mouth as nick fucks you, knuckles practically going white as he grips your hands in his own.

when he finally pulls away, a dark blue and purple mark is extremely obvious considering where he bit you- right under your jaw. anyone would see it. "fuck-" he moans, licking over the hickey to solidify in his mind that it was there- you were his. nick's thrusts turn practically inhumane as he picks up speed, groaning constantly. he can't pull his eyes from the brand on your neck, it's sending him into a spiral. snapping, he shoves your legs from his shoulders and grabs your hips, making you yelp as he forces you over and onto your knees. the strength he portrayed was nothing like nick had ever shown you, and you knew it wasn't right- but you trusted him in the moment.

with your head down and ass up, nick pushes back into you, licking up your spine to make you squirm. "fuck-" you moan, clutching the pillow under you tight as your body jolts forwards with each sharp snap of nick's hips. "god damn- you're so fucking tight!" nick mutters, panting against your back. "so fucking perfect around my cock- god damn-!" his choked words cause you to fluster as you sheepishly push your hips back with each thrust. you're too drunk on lust and passion to say anything to him, listening to his rambled praise instead. "oh, fuck baby- fucking- shit! oh god, i need to knock you up." nick's words catch you off guard, and you can't help but moan and squeeze his dick tight. "oh yeah? you like that, huh? want me to fuck a baby into you, hm?" nick teases, loving the way your cunt grips him.

"yes, yes!" you yelp out, words slightly slurred from pleasure. "of course you do. you're such a little whore for me. all for me. god, you're gonna look fucking perfect all swollen with my child- hell, i might put multiple in you..." nick grunts, words choked and choppy. "nick..!" you moan out his name loudly, reaching back to snatch his hand; intertwining your fingers into his. this reels nick back in a little, but he continues with his baby frenzy.

"you're gonna look so fucking good- baby's gonna be so cute; look just like you." he mutters, kissing your shoulder as his thrusts turn quick and shallow. "i want it so bad, babe. wan' a family with you.. want pups- fuck-!" his voice breaks, and you moan softly. "please." is the only word nick needs to hear as he fucks you senseless. "yea- yeah, i'm gonna fucking knock you up. fuck, gonna give you such beautiful kids..! i love you." nick whimpers out, biting your shoulder blade harshly; leaving the indents of his teeth behind. "nick- nick, 'm gonna-!" you warn, back arching under him.

"give it to me, baby. please, god, please i need it." nick moans desperately, slipping a hand under your hips to rub at your clit. the way your breath stammers, your hips stutter, your moans break and raise in volume- it was all too much. his cock swells, and he practically bursts right when your cunt spasms, wetting his cock with your cum. "mmh-! oh, fuck.." you moan out, voice soft as you feel his cum seep deeply into you.

nick catches his weight before he crushes you, sweaty forehead resting against your back. the two of you come down from your highs together, and eventually- after he had been drained, nick pulls out. you lay down, rolling onto your side as your boyfriend flops down next to you, still panting slightly. sharing a sweet smile with him, you kiss his lips softly; noting how his eyes held no yellow. "you really want a family?" your words are sweet, but he can tell you're teasing him by the way you grin. "shut up..!" nick blushes, hiding his face in your marked neck. you laugh softly, combing your fingers through his messy hair. "don't worry, babe. maybe in the future when we finish college we can start one." you mutter into his ear, and nick's heart blooms. he was down bad for you.

Opposites Attract

Soulmate AU

Pairing: Bakugo x Reader (College AU) 

Rating: M for Mature

Warnings: Smut (18+), Exhibitionism, fingering, dirty talk, size kink

Word Count: 8.1K

A/N: This is my Secret Santa Gift for the beautiful @messwriting​. Lee, you wonderful beautiful human. Alright so I’m not going to get all mushy in the author’s note here because I’ve already gotten super mushy in your DMs MULTIPLE TIMES to where we’ve CRIED TOGETHER bahahah. But please please know how much I love you and how much you mean to me. You are an absolute rock star with the purest soul and ANYONE who comes in contact with you is the luckiest person on earth. Thank you so very very much for being my friend.💖 I hope you enjoy! P.S. Don’t come for me for my lack of soccer knowledge. I don’t know SHIT about sports bahahah 

As you get closer to your soulmate you can gradually hear their thoughts clearer and clearer. When your eyes meet, their voice sounds clear as day

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Bakugou x Fem!Reader Word Count: 3.1k

!!: sex 18+

Part of the Mixtape Melodies Collab! Also thank you Kitten for helping me figure out a damn banner because my brain didn't know what to do.

Bakugou doesn’t want to be here, and he’ll do almost anything to leave

Leaning against the bar, you scrutinize everyone in the club. Hazy red and blue lights light up a dance floor and some of the plush, black seating surrounding large tables. Off in the corners of the room, business meetings pass, men in suits posturing to each other. Groups of friends flow from tables to the dance floor, some of them breaking off for the bar.

Mina sidles up beside you and loops her arm through yours. Leaning against you, one of her bright pink space buns tickles the exposed skin at your shoulder. “There’s a lot of potential here tonight.” 

Three more friends return from the bathrooms and join your small group. Drinks ordered, you all settle in and survey the prospects. “Anyone in particular catch your eye?”

“There’s a cute redhead out on the dance floor,” Ochako gestures to a tall man with red hair dancing without a care in the world. 

“I might just stay here at the bar…” Jiro’s voice and eyes drift off to the bartender – a woman with jet black hair whom she’s been crushing on since your friend group started coming here.

“And you?” They look at you expectantly. You scan the crowd one more time. Plenty of people for you to choose from. But you’re looking for a challenge. Lifting your drink to your lips, you let the amber liquid warm you from the inside out.

And then you see one stubborn asshole glued to the wall. Target acquired. You nod in his direction. “Blondie against the wall.” Four sets of eyes follow your gaze. Yes, he’d be a fun challenge. “Alright ladies.” You tip the last of your drink into your mouth and smile. “Stay safe, good luck, have fun!” With that, the five of you spread out with a deadly grace – searching for a little fun.

Across the club, Bakugou scowls at anything and everything. He doesn’t want to be here, but Kaminari and Kirishima abducted him from his apartment saying that he had moped too long and needed a change of scenery. 

Bakugou does not mope. He does not sulk, nor does he lick his wounds over his recent breakup. He spends his time outside of work brooding and making sure that he won’t run into her any more than needed.

The bright lights and pounding bass do nothing to help improve his mood, and his ‘friends’ who brought him here have left him to his own devices while they party it up. If they wanted to go out, they could’ve done it without the pretense of ‘cheering him up’.

It’s just a bunch of drunk people grinding on each other to feel alive. Bakugou runs a hand through his hair and checks his phone again. No missed messages, no notifications, and only five minutes have passed since the last time he checked. Great.

A voice barely reaches his ears above the music. “All on your own?” He looks up and sees you standing in front of him. Your black dress hugs your body in all the right places, and your heels look dangerous enough to stab a man in the heart.

“Not interested.”

“Would you be interested if it would get your friends to stop paying attention to you so they could actually look at the women trying to flirt with them?” you raise an eyebrow in challenge. Bakugou barely manages to hold back an eye roll. You don’t know him at all. He couldn’t give two shits if his friends got their dicks wet or not. Hell, cockblocking them sends a vindictive zing of pleasure through him. 

“Don’t care.” He returns to his phone, expecting you to take the hint and leave him alone.

There’s a small puff of air at his side as you lean against the wall next to him. You purse your lips and cross your arms. That might work on other dudes, but he’s so not interested right now. “I’m playing wingman tonight,” you complain, “And your mood is killing it.”

“‘S not my problem.”

“What if I can get you out of here so you can go back to whatever man-cave bachelor pad you crawled out of?” Bakugou’s thumb hovers on his phone screen mid-scroll. That got his attention. A free pass to leave this hellhole?

He slides his phone into his pocket and truly looks you up and down for the first time. You’re a stunner, he’ll give you that, but he’s had enough of people who look beautiful on the outside only to be rotten at the core. Nothing in life is free, so what blemishes are you hiding beneath your carefully manicured exterior? “What’s in it for you?”

Your eyes lower to half-mast. “You gotta show a lady a good time.” Your smug smile sets him on edge. “Dance with me first.” Bakugou stares at your stretched out hand. You drive a hard bargain. But if he can get out of here, he can spin you around the dance floor for a minute or two. He stares at your upturned palm. It’s only one dance. He can do that.

Putting his hand in yours, he lets himself be reluctantly dragged out to the dance floor. You lift his hand and spin yourself before getting a feel for the beat. Bakugou stands there, jostled by other bodies around him. 

His brain might as well be screaming like dial-up internet right now. Dancing? He agreed to dancing? He doesn’t fucking dance. Why make a fool of himself where anyone can watch? 

The song blends seamlessly into the next one and the beat speeds up. “You better not stand there like a stick the whole time,” you laugh and throw your hands into the air.

“I don’t dance,” he replies gruffly.

“C’mon,” you sidle up to him and put his hands on your waist. With how close you are, there’s barely any room for a piece of paper between your bodies. Your fingers trail up his arms before lightly resting on his shoulders. You start moving with the beat and guide him into a groove.

He’s stiff at first, unsure of how into it he should be and how long to keep his hands in one spot. He spies Kirishima across the room casually bobbing to the music and Bakugou imitates his movements; if he doesn’t know what he’s doing, then he can fake it till he makes it.

A brunette in a pink crop top and high-waisted black pants dances past you and whispers something in your ear. Even with the loud music, he can’t make out what’s said, but based on the way you laugh, you must know the woman. You step back out of Bakugou’s personal bubble and dance with your friend for a beat or two before she disappears back into the crowd.

On your own, you move more freely, and Bakugou uses the time to let his eyes roam your body. You seem confident out here like you don’t give a shit about what’s going on around you or who’s looking.

God, the way your hips sway mesmerizes him. He reaches out and steps closer to you, your ass lightly grazing the edge of his crotch. Bakugou pauses for a second as if waiting for you to pull away. That’s all he’d need right now; to be branded a creep and more fucking rejection — and from some rando at a club no less. 

You surprise him by leaning back against his chest, your arms making their way up to lazily wrap around his neck and head. The movement pushes your breasts together, and what a sight they are.

You tug his head toward your mouth to be heard over the music. “I promise I won’t break.” One of your hands trails down your chest and covers the top of his hand before moving it down to your hip. He can take a hint. Pulling you flush against him, he grips you and lets your ass grind into him. His other hand wanders up your side, grazing the side of your breast – an action that has you pressing harder into him.

Bakugou doesn’t even care that his erection is straining against his pants or that you can feel it. He chases the intoxicating, subtle scent of your perfume and finds his face almost buried in your neck. The red and blue lights aren’t as annoying now, and the music moves through his body. 

Fuck it. He can relax for one night. He can not think about work, his love life woes, or the fact that he was brought to a shitty ass club on the excuse of his friends wanting to get their dicks wet. If he can imitate Kirishima’s dancing, then he can borrow your carefree attitude until he leaves.

Jasmine.

With a hint of rose and sandalwood.

Fuck.

That scent was once ingrained in his soul. It wove itself through the spare set of linens that are now buried at the bottom of his closet. He used to associate it with the blissful euphoria of being buried deep in the woman he loved.

And now it causes his stomach to churn and a sense of dread to trickle down his spine. The cloying scent sticks to his lungs and makes it hard to breathe.

Bodies jostle him as he abruptly stops moving on the dancefloor. This isn’t a trick of the nose. She’s here somewhere. He knows it. He nearly gives himself whiplash searching the whole damn room searching for her.

And when he sees her… his brain stops.

Bakugou wipes his sweaty palms on his pants. “I gotta fuckin get outta here.”

Your lips form a perfect pout. “So soon?”

He looks around wildly and sees a swath of red standing stock still against a moving crowd. Kirishima’s ruby eyes stare at him in panic. He promised. He and Kaminari fucking promised that Bakugou wouldn’t see her again. And they couldn’t even deliver on it. 

He can’t leave. She’ll see. She’ll know that she won the breakup. That he has to run away from his memories and her.

A cool hand touches his flushed cheek. “Hey.” Your touch grounds him in the moment. He almost reaches up and cups your hand to his cheek just to keep it there a moment longer. Almost.

“What?”

“Do you think I’m hotter than her?” You nod towards the bar. Were you paying attention the whole time? You had to have noticed when he stopped trying to cop a feel and rub up on your ass. Did you see him staring? Did you see the panic?

Bakugou snorts. “After the shit she put me through, anyone’s hotter than her.”

“Fine,” you huff and casually loop your hands behind his neck. His body starts swaying with yours. Just another couple in the crowd. “Will she think I’m hotter than her?” Would she? Bakugou runs his hands down your side and across your ass. You definitely have confidence that rivals hers.

One stiff nod is all it takes for a smile that rivals the sun to spread across your face. “C’mon big boy,” you tap his cheek affectionately. “It’s time to go make a scene.” You loop your arm around his waist and lead him over to the bar. Over towards her.

Oh fuck no. Instead of grabbing your waist in return, his hand finds and squeezes your shoulder. What kind of scene were you planning on making? He didn’t want to get within ten feet of her, let alone inches from her at the bar.

Flagging down the bartender, you pull a wad of cash from who knows where and slide it across the sleek bar top. “For my tab.” Pressing your chest against Bakugou, you press a kiss to his cheek and stage-whisper loud enough to be heard over the music – and by his ex. “Bathroom first. Then my place.” 

He plays along and pulls you against him. As you lead the way to the exit, his insides are roiling. He can’t stop replaying that little scene over and over in his head. Did his ex notice them? Did he manage to hide the fact that she makes him want to puke? Did it look too forced? God, would she know that it was all for show?

The heavy doors to the bathroom swing closed. All the noise from outside as well as inside Bakugou’s head fades away. You make your way over to the bathroom mirror and check out your reflection. The sudden lack of noise and movement leaves him reeling. Checking the stalls and finding them empty, you casually stroll back over and stand across from Bakugou.

“Not at the point where you can talk to her? Get that closure you need?” you lean against the counter, a wry smile curling the corner of your lips. Bakugou scowls and you have the audacity to laugh at him. “What? It’s written all over your face.” 

“No,” he snaps. Heat floods his cheeks as the truth tumbles out of his mouth. “I don’t think I’ll be able to face her again.” 

“You just need a better cunt to get her out of your mind,” you purr.

“And you’re offering?” Bakugou raises an eyebrow. He holds your stare as you shift your dress up your hips slightly and reach under the hem. He doesn’t miss the way you smirk at him as your fingers drag black lace down your legs. Stepping out of the barely there underwear, you toss them at him, and of course he catches it. Smooth lace warms his fingers. Opening his palm, the bathroom lighting catches on a shiny streak on the crotch.

Bold.

Hopefully you can’t see his blush deepening, or if you can, maybe you’ll chalk it up to his drink finally catching up with him.

“I may have planted that seed in her mind, but it’s up to you what to do with it,” you tease.

It takes two strides for Bakugou to go from the wall opposite you to having his hands on your waist. He inhales deeply, trying to get the wretched stench of jasmine and rose out of his nose. You’re sweeter and softer than his icy ex at the bar. He wants to forget her. And he wants you.

For the first time since he had his heart shattered, he wants something.

His lips brush the shell of your ear. Bakugou swears you lean into him as he murmurs. “‘M not doing it with you looking at me.” He spins you around and pins your hips with his against the counter.

Just like on the dancefloor, your ass rubs against his stiff cock. “So you’re interested?” you laugh lightly. Spreading your legs more, he lifts your dress to reveal your ass in all its glory. His skin prickles in anticipation.

You’re warm under his palms as he slides his hands across your butt up to your hips. Bakugou slides his cock through your folds and bites back a groan. How long had it been? 

“Still with me?” you ask impatiently. 

“Shut the fuck up,” he growls. His hands grip at your waist as he sheaths himself completely inside you. He doesn’t want to pull out of your warm walls, but shallow, fast thrusts won’t suffice this evening.

He pulls out except for just the tip, leaving it nestled in your clenched entrance. “God you’re fuckin tight.” He watches his cock disappear into you, the way you suck him in and desperately hold him. White stars cloud the edges of his vision. Fuck he could nut right here. A goddamn two pump chump.

You moan as he pulls out again. “You’re just like everyone else out there.” Another fast thrust. Your legs shake against his. 

His cock comes out shiny, covered in your juices as he pulls out a third time. “Looking for a quick hook-up.” His next pump elicits a needy whine from you, and Bakugou almost relaxes his bruising grip on your hips, but your voice floats into his head. I promise I won’t break.

Bakugou sneaks a peek at the mirror in front of him. He didn’t want to see your face during sex — see some manufactured expression you think he wants to see.

But fuck, the face you’re making right now; eyes closed, your teeth tugging on your bottom lip. You’re absolutely glowing. Even the way you arch your ass for him so he hits that much deeper. You’re going to make him lose his goddamn mind. 

His chest leans against your back as he ruts into you animalistically. “And I fell for it.” The sound of his hips snapping against yours fills the small room. It’s a frantic pace as Bakugou chases his high. He can feel it building deep within him, and your cries of pleasure send him over the edge. Climax rocks through him, sending shock waves through all his limbs. 

It takes him a moment for his nerves to calm down and for you to start moving restlessly to remind him that you’re still under him. He pulls out and watches white cum drip out of you. 

He hadn’t planned on fucking anyone tonight. To be honest, he hadn’t planned on fucking anyone for a long while. 

“I may be here looking for a good time, but I’m not the one who decided to stick my dick in a random chick.” You adjust your dress and stare at his reflection in the mirror. You got him there.  “Is that enough time for your ex? Or do we need to make awkward chitchat for a while?”

“Fuck you,” Bakugou huffs, but he’s all bark, no bite. Based on the way you loop your arm in his, you know it too.

“Y’already did.”

The two of you leave quickly, spilling out into the night with other couples. Neither of you check to see if his ex is looking. Noises of the city surround you both. Conversations float by with passing pedestrians. Cars putter past. 

You untangle yourself from Bakugou and straighten your clothes one last time. “Well, that was fun,” you say smugly. “We should do it again.”

“Not likely.”

“Whatever you say,” you smirk and walk off into the night.

Bakugou watches you go, his eyes glued to your body until you disappear around a corner. He’d never see you again. Didn’t even get a name. Just a one-night stand that’ll never turn into more. You even lived in the opposite direction from him.

Whatever. Bakugou pulls out his phone and sees a folded piece of pink paper flutter out as well. Snatching it before it can hit the ground, Bakugou unfolds it and sees a phone number.

XXX-XXX-XXXX we can also just talk!

When the hell did you slip this in his pocket? He can’t stop himself from letting out a little laugh. Well played. Maybe he would see you again after all.

Yes he kept your panties.

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Focus

Fandom: My Hero Academia, Warnings: Smut, Hand Jobs, Semi-Public. Word Count: 900 words.

Summary: Squad movie nights sure are more fun with Kirishima trying to stifle his moans.

A/N: Ft. A little surprise in the end.

On nights like these, when the rest of the squad are settled down in the living room watching another mind-numbing action flick, you're glad that you and Kirishima started to fool around.

'Focus Eiji... Or, someone's going to find out.' You coo into Kirishima's ear, shifting your chair to press in even closer. Your shoulder is flush to his, allowing you to lean forward and pitch over the table to peak into the living room, perfectly hiding the way your hand snakes down his stomach and over the growing bulge in his basketball shorts.

He tenses, shoulders locking up around his ears as you squeeze him. The adrenaline coursing through him makes his leg bounce, but he keeps his wiggling to a minimum. The last thing he wants is for you to stop, even if the group is only a few feet away. 'Baby...'

'Mmm.' You hum and press down with your palm, causing him to groan at the touch. 'Want me to keep going, Eiji?'

Nodding, he shifts bucking his hips into your hand to punctuate his point.

'Ask nicely...'

'Please...'

Pecking him on the cheek, you work your hand under the waist band of his shorts and boxers, feeling the wiry curls of black pubic hair scratch at your fingers as you move to take hold of him. His cock is warm and wet, heavy in your palm when you gently roll your hand down the shaft. 'You gotta stay quiet, okay?'

There's a fine sheen on his shoulders where he's almost sweating through his tank-top and his teeth are clenched so tight that he thinks they might slice his gums, but even that doesn't stop the almost silent whimper that leaks past his lips when you begin to move. His back curves as he plants his elbows on the table, hands balling up into fists on top of the wood. 'I – I c-can't.'

'Sure you can, baby...' Pre-cum coats your palm, making each achingly slow slide of your hand along his shaft easier. His cock twitches, desperate for a rougher touch, but you're nowhere near done with him yet. Squeezing at him, you twist your wrist encouraging another bead of pre-cum to leak steadily from the swollen head. 'Just let me take care of you.'

'I – fuck...' He jerks, body betraying him as heat pools in his stomach forcing his abs to tense. There's a shake in his voice when he tries to speak again, swallowing hard as another moan threatens to bubble up his throat. ''m not – not gonna last long if you – holy shit – if you keep going like that.'

You smile, biting your lip as you lean in close. At this distance you can feel each of his ragged breaths fan across your cheeks, see the desperate glint in his eye as his pupils blow out eclipsing the deep carmine of his iris'. 'Want to cum?'

He nods, not trusting himself enough to speak.

With a single peck placed just below his above his cheekbone, you pick up the pace. Each pass of your wrist makes him tense, his body lurching as you work him up, closer and closer to the edge.

Squirming, it doesn't take long before he's cumming. A rumbling moan bursts from him, barely smothered by the tension in his jaw. Thick white spurts from his cock, coating your hand in his release as you stroke him through the last throws of his orgasm. His breath rattles in his chest when he finally begins to come down, unlocking his muscles as they begin to turn to jelly.

'Shit, Kiri.' You chuckle, pulling your hand back and holding it up to the dim light into the kitchen. Sticky webs coat your fingers, dyeing them in a translucent glow that shimmers faintly as you bend and twist your fingers. Raising your hand to your mouth, you let your tongue poke out from between your lips to gently lap at a droplet rolling down your finger. A burst of bitterness spreads over your tongue, but that doesn't stop you going back in for another, longer lick.

Groaning, he watches as you diligently lap at the rest of the cum coating your fingers. His cock twitches back to life when you swallow, loudly before letting you jaw drop open to show him the empty cavern of your mouth. A sigh breaks through his lips. 'I'm – fuck – I think I'm getting hard again.'

The kitchen door clicks shut, causing both you to snap towards the sound.

Bakugo snorts, leaning back against the door. His eyes roam over you before flickering to Kirishima and scrutinizing the blush coating his cheeks. 'There room for one more?'

'Yes – uh - I mean, it's – it's not really up to me - I...' Kirishima is sent scrambling, struggling to piece sentences together as he realises that his half-chub is still out in the open, only half obscured by the table.

You smirk, reaching under the table to palm at Kirishima's cock, working it back up to hardness in a few slow tugs. 'Got my hands full.'

Bakugo arcs his eyebrows, tongue licking at the side of his lip before he pulls up his own chair beside you and throws himself down into it. He looks you dead in the eye as he slips a thumb under the hem of his sweats and boxers, yanking them down until both his balls and cock are freed. Reaching for your other hand, he takes you lightly by the wrist and wraps your palm around his cock. 'Aint you got two hands for a reason?'

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Shota Aizawa x f!Reader

Genre: Smut

Notes: day two of dilf week 😋 thank you once again to @twicesbrat​ for beta reading for me because I am a lazy mf 💞 This is quite tame for me, I actually really struggled writing this I don’t know why but it took me waaaaaay longer than usual.

Synopsis: You’re Aizawa’s nanny, you’re happy to serve the households every whim. So why is he acting so strangely around you?

Warnings: 18+, dubcon, degradation, oral (male receiving), daddy kink.

Words: 2.4k

When he hired you, Aizawa had no idea that you weren’t actually a nanny. It was an assumption he made by the way you handled his young daughter, Eri. She was nothing short of a delight. Gorgeous silver locks and the rosiest little cheeks you’ve ever seen. She was cute as a button; you’d never have known the ordeal she’d been through in her short little life. You saw Aizawa in a different light, being able to look at him and know he’d taken it upon himself to be this lost little girl’s father, it softened him.

It made him feel like a safe presence to be around.

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Scene of Love // The Darkling x Reader

Summary: The moment Aleksander realizes he’s in love.

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova (The Darkling) x GN!Reader (Shadow and Bone)

Word Count: 797

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Beyond the Little Palace laid a pond.

The pond was small, the color of sage, but reflected the sun as it shone above. Its alcove covered by heavy yields of trees; every one different. Their barks bending or white, leaves turning from green to an alluring array of autumn shades.

The cove was the color of the golden sun.

From the distance he kept, Aleksander reveled in the silhouette of you.

As the water nearly glowed, your face had been turned aside. A slight overturn on your right shoulder, Aleksander found himself incapable of looking away. His gaze set, drawn to the creature before him that illuminated with the light. Your distinctive features ornately carved by the beauty of the early afternoon, drawn to life by a slight movement of your lashes fluttering, the tilting of your head upwards toward the sun. A brilliant shining diamond amidst a sea of natural occurrence.

Your head jutted over your shoulder, etching him into your vision with a coy, demure smile before shifting forward once more.

It was so simple, so easy to imagine the joy you emitted.

Aleksander had forgotten what that was like. How it felt to be free of burden or task; his duty to his goal was too great of an accord to focus on something as benign as love. Aleksander had resigned himself to a life of distance, of apathy and sorrow. Needs met and fulfilled by passing faces to never be thought of again, reticent to the defining moments of life missed. Aleksander had never allowed himself to love—until you.

You were everything he was not. You were kind, good. A warm heart and hand to hold when days carried that burden too heavily; a forgiving smile for the mistakes he had made in the past. You learned from him, talked with him, understood him like no other. The blame of his choices were not scolded onto him. The one he loved did not act superior to him or ask to be treated as less. You were an opposite equal: someone who demanded the same respect and status but held hands instead of breaking them.

Your heart was amiable.

The way your eyes shone in the light of the golden forest, he wondered how they could gaze upon him with an affectionate lust. He was bad. A clichéd villain of type, while you provided his good. Yet you remained standing as he drank in the sight, relishing in your own mind how his eyes ranked over your form over and over in complete adoration—even if he hadn’t vocalized it just yet.

It was a rather simple concept, love. The action was difficult. A process of understanding another’s faults and convictions, truths and hardships. In the end, Aleksander would realize he needn’t know any of those things about you to love you. Love didn’t have to be complicated. It could be as simple as admiring another from a far and falling in love with their minute movements and playful gaze.

It was enough to make the heart pump faster. Enough for his words to cease and grow forgotten in his memory. His palms perspired further, his stomach feeling lighter and tougher at the same time. Hypothetical, banal butterflies filled its space with a realization that he had never felt such a way before.

Aleksander was in love. He was in love with you and while he may not admit it aloud in a few moments or months ahead, he would never forget the second he realized the feeling was real. It wasn’t a children’s story or fairytale to expand upon with lies, it was absolute. A near palpable emotion that invaded every sense and smell. Everywhere he turned, you were lingering in his vision or nose. The scent of your body, the trail of your fingers or eyes, the romance that flowed freely from them; easy to give, to maintain and protect, although he hadn't ever realized it.

How easy it had been to give his heart away when the right one stood lengths away, your own heart already given and captured by the shadowed man aside the trees.

As the emotions breached the stone-cold fortress around his heart, Aleksander forever engraved the sight before him as the sun encapsulated his reason for further existence. Purpose flowed with love, surged his desire to protect and ensure a prosperous future. For a man who had convinced himself he was not suitable for love, not worthy of feeling the very vulnerable emotions that accompany it, Aleksander had found it. Locked safely in the golden woods beyond Os Alta, a memory secured in his heart and mind eternally.

Aleksander may have lived many lives, had many names, but he would only ever have one love: you.

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Yandere!Peter Parker x Reader

word count: 2.4K

genres: University!AU, angst

warnings: suggestive themes, toxic peter, manipulation, obsesssive and possessive behavior, hints of infantilization

summary: Ever since the accident that nearly sent you into a coffin, Peter has spent every moment with you out of fear of history repeating itself. Unfortunately, you love him too much to try and say anything about it.

author’s note: this is a part of my 1K followers present week. I hope you enjoy a slightly unhinged spidey boy.

On the night that Peter saw you falling forty stories from the ground, the crack in his behavior shattered into many pieces like a fallen mirror. To think if he did not arrive a second earlier, your neck would have snapped along with your shattering bones. The thought alone of your skin becoming entirely cold and red blood pouring over the gray cement—and it not being his intentional doing—made him vomit into his bathroom sink whenever he thought about it too hard.

Just the proposal of death almost being able to rap at your door was the reason you were under Peter’s warm body in his bed many weeks after the incident. It started slowly, like a boil. He suggested you stay over at his apartment to mentally recover from the situation, but one night turned into a day, which turned into a week. Now you were completely cooked and hadn’t been to your dorm room in months.

Before you even agreed to date him, Peter had his moments. It was as if one screw was never secured correctly whenever he would interact with you. He was always so physically demanding, even when he was only your friend. He would play with your hands and braid random strands of your hair. And when you started dating, he told you how many freckles that graced your pores as a joke.

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Dusk Till Dawn - Chapter One

Pairing: The Darkling x reader

Summary: Your relationship with General Kirigan only exists after the sun goes down and you begin to wonder whether he loves you beyond the night calls. Before you can find out Kirigan’s true feelings, you’re tied up and thrown into the back of a van.

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: Human trafficking, forced drug use and a lot of non-consensual stuff. Please don't read if you get triggered by anything of that nature, it gets pretty dark.

A/N: This is heavily inspired by Taken. Don't @ me

Let’s just pretend jurda is similar to heroin.

There was no hiding from the sun. Sweat beaded your forehead as you pushed through the market square. Everything seemed too bright. You distracted yourself with a crate of oranges, running your fingers over the bumpy peel and squeezing them gently. After discerning which were of the best quality, you placed three in your wicker basket and smiled at the man behind the stall as you handed over several coins.

You came to the market to escape your room. But the hot air was stifling, making it difficult to breathe. Now you wanted nothing more than to escape the heat. You didn't belong in any environment, it seemed.

All energy dripping from your body, you turned to go back the way you had came.

General Kirigan had left the Little Palace on business. He'd taken several of his army with him, including yourself. Wandering the back alleys, you pondered the question: had he invited you as a member of his army or as something more?

Your hands idly turned the oranges in their baskets. You'd worked your way up the ranks. You weren't Grisha yourself but you'd studied international relations all your life and it only took a few years before you were appointed diplomat.

You met him the day you were due to make your first important speech at the Little Palace. He had such a powerful aura that the moment he walked into the room, your entire attention was commanded by him. You couldn’t understand what was happening to you. This man’s presence made you feel something you’d never felt before. You were so desperately hungry for him to acknowledge you.

Those obsidian eyes finally – finally – looked at you when the time came for your speech. Gripping the podium to keep from shaking, your knuckles turned white. Your words were off-kilter as they pushed past the swarming nerves in your stomach. But it didn’t take long for your practice to kick in and your speech fell into an easy rhythm. It was difficult to keep on track when your eyes constantly gravitated back to General Kirigan. What made it even more difficult was the small smile playing across his lips, the slight upward tilt of his jaw. He was… proud?

Giddy, you left the hall as soon as you'd finished the speech. You couldn’t socialise after that and pretend that your feelings weren’t eating you up inside. The only thing you could handle was solitude.

You came to regret that decision. Because for days, growing to weeks, you were haunted by a craving for his eyes to find yours again. You wanted to see him smile one more time and for you to be the reason why.

One long sleepless night, you found yourself restlessly walking the corridors, hoping your thoughts would fall away from you with each step. You didn't get your wish. Your thoughts materialised.

General Kirigan turned the corner.

You weren't sure how it happened. You weren't sure whether it was the best or the worst thing that happened to you. But you suffered many more sleepless nights, entangled in his dark sheets.

You couldn't believe it. Your hands roamed his raven locks, his hands explored every inch of your body, memorising each dip and curve. You moved with perfect synchronisation, slotting together perfectly. Everything seemed to make sense. It felt so right. You belonged.

But during the day, you would pass in the hallways and he wouldn't so much as glance at you. Completely devoid of recognition. Of course, you understood at once, you were nothing more than a night call. You had been delusional. Those nights where he stayed up listening to you talk about your life, your worries, your dreams, they had been nothing more than two people who couldn't sleep.

Alekesander with his stupidly beautiful face never loved you. And Aleksander with his ridiculously dulcet voice never would.

Footsteps quickly approached from behind. An arm wrapped around your neck.

“Alekshmnr-!”

You tried to call out his name but was muffled by a rag pressed against your mouth.

You thrashed your body and kicked at the legs of the man behind you but within a few moments your nose began to burn and your vision was stolen to darkness.

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There was nothing. Then gradually, the thrum of an engine.

Head lolled to one side, you toed the line of consciousness. That was until the van drove over a bump, jolting you awake. Your eyes flashed open but your vision was obscured: a sack had been pulled over your head. You went to remove it but your hands were bound behind your back.

Panic shot through your blood. You couldn’t understand what was happening.

“Is she Grisha?” A voice asked, coming from the front of the van.

“She didn’t raise her hands to attack,” someone answered.

The voice replied disappointedly, “We won’t get much for her then.”

You hadn’t thought it possible but your panic doubled. Slavers. They clearly didn’t know who you were. No one in their right mind would think to kidnap the Darkling’s diplomat… Who were you kidding? A diplomat was replaceable. They were right. You weren’t anything of value.

Whatever fate awaited you, no one would come to your rescue. You curled your knees to your chest.

After a long while, the roads grew jagged and rough. Overgrown hedges swished across the van doors and stones rattled beneath the tyres. Then the van came to a slow halt.

Adrenaline had been pumping through your veins for so long that it felt like your limbs were made of static electricity. Men rustled around you, getting out of the van, then strong hands hooked beneath your arms and dragged you out the back. You tried once more to struggle free. But no one believed you’d be able to fight him off, especially not yourself.

The breeze disappeared from your skin once you were pushed inside a building. Heavy doors closed behind you and then the bag was ripped from your head.

Blinking away the painful glare, you assessed your surroundings. The walls were browning and the paint was chipping away. Not much decorated the room, just cardboard boxes strewn around. Whatever this place used to be, it was certainly abandoned now.

Before you could decipher any more, a hand on your back shoved you forwards. You were pushed into a makeshift meeting room. Your eyes whipped around, trying to soak in as many details as possible. A table - covered in documents - sat in the middle with rat-bitten chairs scattered around it.

The men filed into the room. You counted six of them.

The man with the broadest shoulders made a ‘come hither’ gesture to a man at his side. The broad man was handed a needle containing a milky orange liquid.

Your eyes widened and your mouth let loose a “no.”

You’d heard horror stories about it before, you’d even lost friends to it: jurda.

You flailed once more, stronger now the sense of threat was striding towards you. From behind, a man clutched your shoulders, keeping you in place. That made it easy for the broad man to jab the needle into your neck and push the syringe.

Jurda grasped you quickly, spreading through your limbs and turning them to mush. It even reached your brain, slowing your thoughts and making it impossible to think coherently. And yet the panic remained.

Another order was barked, “Strip her.”

“No!” The words sloshed from your mouth.

The straps of your summer dress slid from your shoulders and the rest of the garment fell to the damp concrete. Even with the jurda, you could feel the cold prick at your skin, causing your hairs to stand on end.

The broad man gave a subtle nod of his head. Frowning, you weren’t able to figure out the meaning. It started to become clear when the man behind you gave you a sharp shove down onto a chair. And then a man dropped down in front of you. Placing one hand on each of your thighs, he pried your legs apart as far as they would go. Then he crawled between them so you were unable to close them again. Not that your limp muscles could put up much protest.

He dragged your pants down your legs and left them at your ankles. You’d never felt so exposed in your life, so vulnerable. You couldn’t bring yourself to look down at your vulva, on display for all to see. And you couldn’t bring yourself to look at the expressions on the men’s faces, you were sure you’d find pleasure there, glinting in their eyes.

Bile rose to your throat. Grimy, unfamiliar hands were slithering up your thighs. Fingers traced your vulva and pried your labia apart. He dipped his head in for a close inspection, breathing faintly onto your sensitive skin. Your mind thought back to the man whose hands, whose face, had been there only a few nights ago. Tears stung your eyes but they didn’t fall.

Withdrawing his hands, he stated – devoid of emotion, as if he’d done this a hundred times before - “Not a virgin.”

“Alright.” The broad man gave another nod.

Your pants were pulled back up and then you were hauled to standing and dragged away. Your feet staggered one after the other. You couldn’t even dream of fighting them off anymore. It was hard enough fighting to keep your face from hitting the floor.

You were barely able to process your surroundings. The lines demarcating the ceiling from the wall seemed to shift and blur. You had to squint to have any hope of figuring out where you were. All you could make out was that you were in a corridor lined with doors. One of the doors pushed open. Before you could refocus your eyes, you were thrown onto a bed. The change in orientation made the room swim violently.

You tried to wriggle into a position where it didn’t feel like the world was spinning but firm hands grasped you, keeping you still. The ropes were removed from your wrists and then quickly replaced by metal chains spreading your arms out to each bed post. You felt like a frog being pinned down for dissection.

There was movement in your periphery and you turned your head to see a man sliding an IV drip into your wrist. More jurda. You’d promised yourself you wouldn’t do jurda after what had happened to your friends. The tears fell freely now, dripping down the sides of your face and wetting the pillow. Jurda was the least of your concerns.

The men gathered around you, staring at their job well done. You could no longer make out any details, just six faceless bodies looming over the bed.

“Please,” you begged weakly.

They turned their backs and the door closed behind them, leaving you shrouded in darkness.

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Pairing: Peter Parker x Venom!Reader

Synopsis: you are Peter’s greatest love and Spider-Man’s greatest enemy

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“Married?” You squeaked as your eyes grazed over the words on the card a hundred times without retaining any of the information. As you momentarily forgot how to even read, you had to rely on the words coming out of Andy’s mouth.

“Yes, uh, married.” He awkwardly cleared his throat. “Dani and I are getting married over the summer.”

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Village of Shadows - Ch.6 (Dark!DC/Resident Evil 8)

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Summary: Arthur traps you in his lighthouse and you wish you'd never sent John away.

Warnings: Dubcon/Noncon, Smut, Manipulation, Blackmail, Intentional grief triggers

CHAPTER 6 - The Price to Pay

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I thought I was going to drown.

I could see nothing as the light left my vision and I was thrashing in the pitch black as the grip on my ankle held fast. I wasn't able to shake it and, when I felt fingers adjusting their hold on me, I knew Arthur had found me already.

If his plan was just to kill me in the water, he was going to achieve it. I was woefully underprepared for a scenario like this.

Just at the point where I was seriously starting to panic, I heard a rushing in my ears and it felt like the water fell away from me, like my feet were now standing on something solid. I still didn't dare take a breath until there was a pat on my back.

“Take a lungful. I'm not interested in you being a corpse.”

When lights flickered on around me, I could see he'd pushed the water back, creating a little air pocket and I gulped down oxygen greedily. Arthur was sat on a rock in front of me, looking me over as I stood there, sodden and shivering.

“I'm not into Diana's style but gotta say it looks good when wet,” he grins.

“Because its f-f-fucking see through.”

“Hell yeah it is,” Arthur's gaze travels to my chest. “So, here to kill me too?”

“Not if you give me my son back. I'll just walk away. I'm not a hero.”

“No, you're not,” he stands up, approaching me and he quickly lunges, shaking the knife and the gun out of my dress whilst I nearly end up back in the water. “Because a hero would've shot me already. I'll keep hold of these and you can have them back once you've heard me out.”

“Heard you out? What do you-”

“Not here. Not much air left,” he gestures to the bubble we're in. “I'll take you back to my place but to do that, I'm gonna need you to get behind me and put your arms around my neck.”

He could've easily killed me by now so I knew he didn't have that goal at the forefront of his mind at least. I did as he asked, having no other choice if I wanted to get more answers.

The second I was in place, the water came crashing back around us, soaking me again after I'd just dripped all the excess off. There was a noise like a boom and then we were propelled forward so quickly I shut my eyes to protect them and clung on.

Arthur surfaced but the speed didn't decrease and I was sprayed constantly, getting a mouthful of lake water every time I tried to breath. He slowed down when we reached another cave that was filled with bioluminescent plants on the wall.

“Welcome to my crib,” he jumps out of the water with me still on his back and I ungracefully collapse onto the ground, not expecting it. “Mind the step, I guess.”

The entrance hall looks like Atlantis but I would swear the inside of his domain was like a lighthouse. I'm not entirely sure it wasn't as I saw a set of stairs winding around the outside. I don't remember seeing one when I came here but I have no idea where I am any more.

“Homely, right?” he watches me taking it in. “I'm not a flashy kind a' guy. I'm not Bruce.”

“I don't care. Just tell me what I want to know.”

Under my breath I whispered for Etrigan but I had no idea if I needed to shout him to summon the good-natured demon.

“Straight to the point. Man, I really dig you. Chicks usually want a life story. Here's the thing, babe, your kid's not here.”

“Diana told me he was.”

“He was and now he's not. I do know where he is though but I'm not givin' ya the secret for free. You'll need to give a little first.”

“Aren't you supposed to be trying to kill me on Superman's orders?”

Arthur laughs, sweeping his wet hair back and I think he's purposefully flexing his back muscles for me, “I don't do everything he says. There's no harm in you runnin' around this place. You're just a human for fuck's sake. Sure, you offed Diana but that was a lucky blow I think. I could've filled your lungs with water within five seconds of you stepping into my territory. You're not a threat.”

“That doesn't answer why you're not killing me.”

“You're hot, you're angry which makes you more hot and you're practically naked in front a' me. You can work it out, sweetheart.”

He wasn't hiding the fact he was interested, that was blatantly obvious. I just wondered what he was going to ask me to do.

“So here's the thing,” he starts when I don't answer him. “I'm really damn curious about how far a mother will go to protect her son. How much do you want to know where he is? What will you do for that information?”

Arthur circles me and I can feel the hairs on my arms standing on end. I felt like prey in that moment. He was just waiting to strike, looking for the weakness and he had my only chance of defeating him in his back pocket.

He stands right behind me, bending down to talk quietly into my ear, “Would you fuck the man who killed your husband?”

“You told me Lycans killed him.”

“I lied,” he chuckles to himself. “No, I gave the killing blow and then, then I threw his body to the Lycans to chew on. It's good for their teeth. They don't have much of a dental plan.”

“You...” I felt like all my energy just drained through the floor and I was left as a hollow, haunted husk.

“Me,” he pets my head softly, kissing me on the cheek whilst I stand like a statue. “All me, babe. He did put up a good fight though, I wasn't lying about that. Dude had some moves but not enough to keep him from being skewered. Just before he died, he said you'd come for the kid. He begged me to leave you alone, direct you anywhere but the village. I said no. I said I'm taking your boy and I'm gonna fuck your hot wife when she gets here and I intend to keep my word.”

“You fucking vile piece of shit!” I don't recognise my own voice it's so hateful and distraught.

“And this piece of shit just asked you a question,” Arthur's hand comes around to grip my neck. “Would you fuck the man who killed your husband to know where your son is? Now I'm not talking a bad lay here, I want you at your best. I want you to be into it and to know the person who took away your life partner is deep inside you. That's the only way I'm gonna tell you what I know.”

“I want more information than that,” I resist the urge to headbutt him or stamp on his foot. I just want him away from me. “If I'm debasing myself, I want to know where my son is and where Superman hides out.”

“Why Superman?”

“Because I'm going to kill him.”

It was hard to stand there whilst Arthur had a laughing fit but when he calmed down, he spun me around so I was facing him. I swear he had tears in his eyes from giggling so much.

“You really are something,” his warm hands feel unbearable against my chilled skin. “Fine. I tell you whatever you want to know. Do we have a deal?”

Etrigan wasn't coming, I would've seen him by now. John was sent away to keep Kal-El or Clark or whatever he went by at bay. I was entirely on my own against one of the most powerful beings in the world.

“Deal.”

I didn't expect to be thrown over his shoulder but he started walking up the stairs with me. Around and around it went until I was dizzy and disorientated but the final ascent opened out into a room with an enormous bed and a fireplace where the windows showed me a view that confirmed I really was in a lighthouse.

“Stay there,” he grunts before lighting the fire. “I'm not into fucking cold chicks.”

“Too much like the dead for you?”

“You got a smart mouth for someone who breaks easily,” he raises an eyebrow. “Now get over here and show me how much you want to find your kid.”

So I crossed to his side, flames warming me a little where they caught my legs and I tried to pretend Arthur was someone else before I snaked my arms around his neck and kissed him. It was impossible to keep the fantasy going when he was so vocal though. I had to keep my disgust to myself.

“You really hate me, don't you?” he looks amused as he pulls back. “I can feel it through the kiss. Channel it, sweetheart.”

So I did. This whole thing hinged on me making this believable enough that he'd keep his side of the bargain.

I got rougher, nails raking his chest a little as he responded by grabbing a fistful of my hair to keep me close. His other hand explored down to my ass, squeezing as he hummed his appreciation into my mouth.

I slid to the floor, getting out of his grip before readying myself, and drying myself more in the firelight, to undo his pants that were sticking to his thighs.

“Eager, huh?” he helps me get them down to his ankles before shuffling them off. “You can't rush me. If I don't feel like I'm getting my deal's worth, the deal is off. Take your time.”

It was much easier from down here to ignore Arthur, to close my eyes and mouth up his inner thighs, working him into impatience just like I used to do with my husband. His hands nearly went for my face a few times to drag me to where he wanted me to be but he held off as I finally took his cock between my lips.

“Oh yeaaah,” he groans, watching me sink down the length until I hit my limit and then I push a little further. “What a shame your husband won't ever get to feel this again. Fuck, you're so good.”

Every trick I'd ever learned came out. Where to lick, when to hollow my cheeks, how to take him right to the base. I could feel him twitching in response, a string of curse words at his lips.

“I'm not blowing my load in your mouth, get up,” he's nearly snarling as he yanks me to my feet, stripping me out of the Amazon dress, ripping the straps when they proved too finicky for him. “Love the body. Still a little cold, huh?” his fingers brush over my pebbled nipples. “I'll warm you up.”

I'm shoved backwards, stumbling until I fall on the bed and Arthur gets on the ground in front of me before diving between my legs. I wasn't counting on him trying to pleasure in me in any kind of way so I let out a squeak of surprise as his tongue started delving into me.

“Oh, babe,” he looks up at me, a wicked glint in his eye. “You think you weren't gonna get some? Unfortunately for you, I kinda like the idea of you getting off with your husband's killer. I mean that has to be a mindfuck, right?”

I say nothing but I get a handful of his hair and drag him back to me so he'll shut up. I'm not sure how much more I can listen to before I flip out and try to attack him, albeit fruitlessly.

So I lie back, I let him start flicking and sucking at my clit, I let my mind wander and I'm more pissed than anything that the image it conjures up is John. After everything he's admitted to, my brain still wants to put him front and centre in my daydreams.

I can't hold on to the fantasy of my husband, like the memory of his face is trickling away and I have no idea why. I'm not sure which appearance is worse right now, Arthur's or John's so I open my eyes to look out of the window and I see Etrigan clinging to the side of the lighthouse. He just puts a finger over his lips and then taps the window to show something shimmering, like a barrier he couldn't get past.

When he starts muttering and when the image of John gets clearer and more vivid as I close my eyes again, I know what's happening. Etrigan thinks he's helping by giving me a daydream of someone he believes I'm still on good terms with, had history with.

Instead I'm trapped in a nightmare between the man who murdered my husband and the man who pretended to be my husband.

“Fuck, you're squeezing my fingers so hard,” Arthur remarks and I'm not even sure when he slipped some into me. “Come on, babe. Cum on my face. I know I'm gettin' ya there.”

And he was and I knew if I held off that he wouldn't stop until I came so I surrendered to the feeling, the building pressure, the shaking of my thighs until I got lost in the pleasure and the whisper of John's voice that Etrigan had morphed over Arthur's.

“There's a good lass. Fuck, I love that sound.”

It took Arthur no time at all to fully deposit me on the bed before he was in between my legs and pushing into me, a death grip on my jaw so I couldn't look away but I was seeing a half blended face right now of him and John. It was confusing enough that it helped, in a weird way.

Arthur took it slow, slow enough that I felt the drag of his cock with every thrust. He wanted to prolong this as much as possible I think.

He caught me looking out of the window and spotted Etrigan. There was the wave of his hand and a plume of water from the lake outside blasted my demon friend away from me and whatever sort of reprieve he was trying to give me was gone. There was only Arthur and I now.

“No one's gonna help you,” he does a dirty grind which has me twitching from oversensitivity. “And remember our deal. No zoning out on me. Present and accounted for, babe. You do wanna see your son again, right?”

“Oh fuck you,” I snarl, tired of his needling.

I move to flip him over and he lets me. If I'm going to have to pretend to enjoy this, I'm going to take the lead. So I start rolling my hips and body in a messy kind of rhythm that has him grabbing onto my hips and ass, fingers digging in.

“Yeah, you ride me,” his head tips back as he savours the pleasure. “I bet it's better dick than your husband gave you. Make the best of it.”

If only I was a meta-human. If only I could reach down and squeeze the life out of him. I could throttle his fucking neck.

“Go on,” his eerie coloured eyes latch onto mine. “I saw your fingers curl. You wanna choke me? Go ahead and try. I'll give you that freebie.”

So I do, because I was angry and aroused and angry at myself for being aroused. I took it out on Arthur in both fucking and strangling and the bastard loved every second of it. I realised about a minute into constricting my hands around his throat that his cock got harder and he was softly groaning.

I let go immediately as he starts laughing.

“What's the matter, babe? That was heaven. Oh fuck, the look on your face...just makes me wanna...”

I'm twisted, on my side as my leg is yanked up and over his shoulder as he drives back into me. He's pawing at my breast as he ruts, starting to get sloppy in his pacing and I'm bent at such an angle when he finally finishes in me that I get a faint orgasm of my own that I hope he didn't notice.

“Whew! Goddamn!” Arthur whoops as he pulls out. “I knew you'd be fun. Angry chicks always are.”

“The deal-”

“-Yeah yeah,” he waves my upcoming question away. “Boy's with Bruce. We move him around when you get too close. He's set up a replica of Wayne Manor on the opposite side of the ritual site. As for Superman, he doesn't have a territory, he wanders between ours.”

“So I have to go and speak to the person who tried to kill me first in a death gauntlet? Fine.”

“Who said anything about you leaving?” Arthur stretches out with a satisfied grunt. “I just said I'd give you information.”

“You...”

“Penny's dropping, huh? Oh yeah. Big smart godkiller can't work out when she falls into a trap. You can't swim outta here without me. You'd drown before you got out of the tunnel. You can't climb outta the lighthouse because our universe's Zatanna enchanted the windows before Superman snapped her neck. You're stuck here, babe. Get comfortable.”

“You're just going to keep me here?!”

“Yeah. You fuck like a champ and I need a lotta stress relief dealing with the Bat,” he shrugs. “Plus I probably put a kid in ya so you won't need to go running after yours soon.”

“I'm not a breedable fucking Rapunzel! You can't lock me in a tower!”

He leans up on one elbow before winking, “I can do what I want. You'll learn to like me, sweetheart. I'm clearly the best option you could've landed with. Anyhow, can't gossip like a fishwife all day, right? Stay there, get warm and there's beer in the fridge. I need to check in with the big man.”

Arthur just ups, redresses and leaves me, taking my weapons with him. I run to the stairs, watching him as he descends to the bottom and I hear a splash as he sets out into the lake again.

I just end up crumpling by a window, calling out for Etrigan again and again with the bedsheets wrapped around me haphazardly. I finally saw the fin of his ear as he scaled the wall again and I pushed the window out to the limit of the barrier so I could hear him.

“My lady I did try my best, to put your troubled mind at rest and give you pleasant dreams of John and your memories to dwell upon. I know you have an intimate past so I tried to make your spirit holdfast but Arthur is a devious man and the magic here did spoil my plan.”

“I know you did all you could,” I reassure him because he looks furious at the state of me. “The lighthouse is blocked off by magic and you can only get out through the lake but I'd drown before I was able to swim free. I need you to get John. I need you to tell him what's happened to me because he's the only one who can get me out.”

“The hell-cursed magus is nowhere to be found, I could not see him when I travelled around.”

“Oh...we had a...we had a fight about something he did to me some years ago. Maybe he's just left me here,” I sit on the windowsill, feeling more dejected by the minute.

“If you think John has abandoned you my dear, then there is only air between those ears. I see the love within his heart and he would not so flippantly depart. I fear something more sinister resides here now and so to you I make this vow. I will search and find John Constantine and shall bid him to swiftly intervene. You will be free of Arthur Curry, so please, dear lady set aside your worries. I will do everything I possibly can and push the limits of Etrigan.”

“Thank you,” I place a hand on the barrier as he places one of his huge green ones on the opposite side. “Please hurry. I'm not sure how much more of this I can take.”

Etrigan just nods gruffly before disappearing from view. I close the window so it doesn't look like I've gone anywhere before going to the bathroom and getting in the shower, scrubbing myself until I was raw. Anything to get Arthur's touch off of me.

By the time he returned, I was half asleep over a sketched picture of my husband and son as I was reminding myself of the reason I was enduring so much physical and mental torture. I was able to keep my husband's face clear in my mind's eye now Etrigan wasn't here and I was indulging in some self torture remembering the shape of his lips as they curved into a smile, the crease of his eyes as he saw me in some outfit that made him happy or proud and the low tones of his voice as he'd tell me how much he loved me with such adoration that I've never heard from any partner before him.

I was caged in a constant loop of grief, guilt and despair as I remembered him, pined for my son, felt heartbreak at John's actions and revulsion at Arthur's. I wish Superman had never said anything but he knew exactly what he was doing when he sowed the seeds of discord between John and I; he wanted me isolated and wanted me as easy pickings for Arthur.

“Drawing pictures, huh?” Arthur rips the paper out from under me and studies it. “I got a better one for you if you want. Picture of your kid from two hours ago.”

“There's a catch,” I look up at him.

“Maybe you are smart,” he smirks. “How much do you wanna see the photograph?”

“Just do whatever you want to me.”

“Aww, that's no fun when you just give in,” he squats down next to me. “Come on, babe. Work with me here.”

“No.”

His expression hardens a little before he pulls out a set of photographs from his jeans pocket and goes over to the fire with them. I can see a sliver of one of them from where I am and I know it's definitely my son. The ache in my chest is unreal at that little glimpse of him.

“Last chance,” he dangles them above the flames whilst I battle with myself about what to do. “Alright then. Have it your way.”

“WAIT!” I yell before he lets go. “What do you want me to do?”

“Oh, so many things,” Arthur grins, storing them on the mantelpiece. “Let's get started.”

Sultry | S.B

Paring: Young!Sirius Black X Fem!Lupin!Reader

Summary: One argument gets a little too detailed.

Every sibling had a counterpart. Whether it be one was nice, and one was mean. Or one was smart, and one was incredibly dumb. Every sibling had their contradiction. Remus and Y/n Lupin were no different in the grand scheme of things, but on the outside, they were different people.

Remus wore robes of maroon and gold. Y/n wore robes of green and silver. They were only a year apart, but they were so incredibly different. Remus felt like from the minute she was born, they were meant to argue. Her sarcastic comments were unmatched, and her wit was incredible.

To be frank, it brought great smiles to James and Sirius’ faces when the Lupin siblings got into it. It was undoubtedly funny and incredibly jaw-dropping to watch them argue. It was a constant back and forth argument with how they differed. If one said something snarky, the following comment would be even better.

Sirius had never been on the receiving end of it until he had, and it brought a bright red flush to his face to get told off by the female Slytherin. Now Remus understood what was so fun about watching them argue. Remus and James had never seen Sirius look so flustered before.

This argument was supposed to be no different, “Are you fucking daft?” Y/n retorted, “Merlin, your voice makes my ears bleed.” Sirius muttered.

She quirked an eyebrow, “Does it now? Maybe you should listen to yourself. All you do is blah blah blah. You never shut up.”

“Well, maybe you should shut me up!” Sirius shouted, and Remus stilled, “Should I now?” Y/n approached slowly.

Sirius was quickly backed up against the wall and gulping down breaths nervously, “And what makes you think you deserve that?”

“Cat caught your tongue, darling?” Y/n purred, twisting his tie, “So tough on the outside, but as soon as you get what you want, you can no longer talk.”

Y/n leaned to whisper in his ear, “Maybe I should go talk to Regulus. You wouldn’t like that would you?”

Hands tightened on her waist as he clenched his jaw, making her chuckle, “That’s right. You wouldn’t like that, mm?”

“You forget Regulus is one of my closest friends.” Y/n teased, “Maybe, you’d enjoy the same things he does.”

“What is that suppose to mean?” Sirius growled, “What do you think, love?”

People gathered, watching them do this in the middle of a corridor, “Maybe if you use your words like a good boy next time. I’ll do what you want.”

Y/n pulled away with a wink leaving Sirius speechless and blushing like mad. Remus was appalled. Yes, he knew that Y/n could have any guy she wanted in the castle. That wasn’t new knowledge. But watching it happen, especially to Sirius, was an entirely different process.

“Alright.” James coughed, “Now that we know Sirius has a crush on Y/n and that your sister has slept with Regulus, I think we can move on.”

I cannot tell you how bad the situation in Afghanistan is. After 20 years, US troops are leaving Afghanistan and NOTHING HAS CHANGED. In just this month alone, the Taliban have taken control of 8 provinces. And now it's being predicted that the Taliban will take control of Kabul as early as this month.

For the love of God, I never beg for anyone to reblog anything but please please please reblog this. Do not wait until the Taliban takes over the capital of my family's home country, and do not wait until Al Qaeda attacks the US again.

Village of Shadows - Ch.5 (Dark!DC/Resident Evil 8)

Series Masterlist Here

Summary: Just what exactly has John done?

Warnings: Dubcon/Noncon past mentions, angst

CHAPTER 5 - In Hot Water

*Do not replicate/rework/translate my work anywhere else without my express permission. This story is on A03/Tumblr/Wattpad. Anywhere else, it is likely stolen.*

“Luv, why are you looking at me like I've grown three heads?” John gets a little worried.

I wanted to ask him about what Superman had said before I went any further, just in case it was something terrible. From the sounds of it, it might be and I wasn't prepared to journey on with him at my side if that was the case.

“Spit it out!” he's shuffling nervously. “I don't like the way you're starin'.”

“Why did you impersonate my husband?” I finally ask.

I went for the direct route. If he was innocent, he could deny it but by giving a definitive statement rather than a question, if John was guilty he'd show me soon enough.

And show me he did.

He gaped for a moment, eyes blowing wide before he tried to speak a couple of times and failed utterly. All the colour drained from his face as well. From everything John had told me after the demon attack, he was quite the con artist, an accomplished liar so evidently this had caught him so off guard that he couldn't think of a lie quick enough to spout back.

“It's true?!” I step back. “Superman was right?!”

“It's...” he fumbles over the word. “It sounds bad. I know it does but I didn't mean any harm.”

“What did you do, John?” I took another step back.

“It were before you got up the duff,” he starts fiddling with a cigarette, picking at the loose tobacco at the end. “I promise I wasn't stalking you or owt. I'd not seen you since the tube station incident. I were just...I was in a really bad place. I'd lost someone I cared about again and spent weeks in a black hole of bad vices. I started thinking about you, memories of that weekend. You were the only person I ever had the sense to get far away from me before I started liking you too much. I should've done that with Jace too but the lad wouldn't leave me be and things went from there.”

“Get to the point.”

“I checked up on you. Saw you had a fella, nice house, nice life. I were jealous that you were so happy and loved up. Maybe I could've had that life with you, who knows? Oh who am I kidding? If you'dve been mine, you would be six feet underground by now. I just...I wanted to know what it felt like, to have a normal life, a spouse. You have no idea how many people I've buried over the years, lass. No idea.”

“So you stole my husband's identity,” I feel a little sick. “For how long?”

“Just a day, I swear!” he looks panicked. “I watched him for a time to get some mannerisms, spelled him to sleep for twenty four hours in the shed and lived a day as your husband. We went to a café for breakfast and you told me food puns about every single item on my plate. We got the weekly shopping in and you snuck a load of sweeties into the cart when you thought I weren't looking. You made me casserole for dinner and it were the best thing I've ever tasted because you made it with genuine affection. I remember everything about that day.”

I rolled back in my memories, trying to find the time he was talking about but something was sparking in my brain about a time when my husband was overly complimentary about my cooking rather than making jokes about it. I thought he was trying to butter me up about something and we'd ended up...

“But I had sex with him that day,” I realise with dawning horror. “After all the compliments, we used some of the dessert to have some fun and....that was you?!”

John starts biting his lip, “I...I didn't mean for it to go so far. I didn't. I promise you that wasn't the purpose of me shifting into his appearance.”

“You could've stopped me at any time, John. You could've said you weren't in the mood or whatever but you just let me carry on and you had sex with me. That's...”

“I know. I know,” he moves backwards himself, looking completely ashamed. “I can't justify it. What I did was unforgiveable, I know that. I felt terrible after that day and I swore I would never visit you again. This is the first time I've seen you since.”

“Was it worth it?”

“No,” he admits. “All it did was make me long for something I could never have. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Your husband was a good man and you were good for each other. I nearly ruined that with me own selfish needs.”

I feel numb, like I have no control over my body. I never thought he'd be capable of such deception but he'd blatantly said to my face he was a con artist. I just never imagined it would be to this degree.

Then a new wave of nausea hit as something else popped into my head.

“John...it wasn't long after that day I found out I was pregnant,” my voice is a little hitched at this point, my mind reeling.

“Wait...” I've never seen John so deathly pale. “No...”

“If my son is yours and that's why Superman has him, if that's why my husband was torn apart, I'm going to fucking kill you,” the steel has come back into my voice. “Stay the fuck away from me.”

I will my shaking legs to move further into Arthur's territory, not knowing exactly what to feel. There I was feeling guilty for sometimes fantasising about John and I'd unknowingly fucked him again. Not only that but he might be the father of my kid as well. I could understand the reasons why he'd taken my husband's appearance and I might have forgiven him for the ordinary day to day impersonation but I couldn't forgive the sex.

“You can't go alone,” he catches up to me. “I know you hate me but you can't do this by yourself.”

“What part of 'stay the fuck away' don't you get?!” I whirl around to face him. “Do you realise what you did?! If I'd of known it was you, I wouldn't have consented. You didn't give me that choice and you apparently didn't even feel guilty enough years later to stop me kissing you before I saw the psycho clown.”

Again he tries to speak a couple of times but can't get the words out. He seems defensive, like he wants to rebutt my statement but knows it won't go well for him if he does.

“Say it then,” I provoke him. “Let's get everything out into the open, shall we?”

“Fine,” John grits his jaw. “Don't pretend like you're a fucking saint, lass. That time I watched your house and studied your husband, I heard you getting yourself off while he was at work and it were my name you moaned. Once I might have thought was a fluke but it were a few times. Maybe if I'da strolled right in as meself you would've jumped on me like a bored little housewife and I wouldn't have had to do the whole song and dance with your husband's face.”

“You fucking bastard!” I go to punch him but he's expecting it this time, grabbing my wrists and pushing me backwards until I hit a tree. “I would never have done that!”

His expression softens, “I know. I know you would never have cheated on him. You're not me, you're not a fuck up. That day I was him was the most loved I've ever felt.”

“So why did you say that?”

“Because there's some part of me that hopes you don't want to cut me out completely after this, that you still want me,” his eyes are shining with unshed tears. “Hearing you cum with my name on your lips drove me mad.”

“It was a fantasy, John. We had such a wild weekend together, the kind of sex you see in really niche pornos and it's fun to remember sometimes. That doesn't mean I gave you permission to do what you did.”

“I'm sorry,” he repeats over and over, letting me go. “I know it was wrong, that's why I stayed away but I can't stay away now when your life is on the line. I definitely can't stay away now I might have a son whose life is on the line too.”

“No, you'll keep Superman away from me whilst I deal with Arthur alone,” I say clearly. “I've killed Diana and her daughters and I've outfoxed the Joker and Harley. I can do this on my own.”

I push past John and I half expect him to come after me but when I turn, he's leant his hand against the tree looking defeated. Slowly he meets my gaze.

“Alright then, go deal with Arthur but be careful. Please be careful. I'll keep things quiet out here but promise me you'll shout for Etrigan if you get in trouble.”

I just nod. That's all he's getting right now.

“I'm sorry,” he says a final time. “If I have to spend a lifetime saying it, I will and if your kid is mine, I will do whatever you want me to. No contact or full dad mode. Your decision.”

He leaves through the gate before there's a flash of swirling symbols and he vanishes from view.

Now I'm alone, wandering up the path that's getting progressively boggier as I go along and my boots keep nearly getting pulled off my feet as I walk. Mud is creeping over the lip of them, soaking into my socks and squelching in my shoes but I carry on, trying to step on more solid ground when I could see it.

I feel like I was too preoccupied with what had just happened, too deep in my own thoughts about what John had done and the fact my son might be his. What if he was right though? What if he'd shown up as himself instead, after all the not very innocent fantasising I'd done? I'd like to think I was a good and loving wife, that I would never do anything to harm my husband emotionally or physically but what if I wasn't as nice a person as I thought I was? What if the lure of a rose tinted memory was too strong in that moment? I mean, my husband had been dead for less than two weeks and I'd already kissed John.

Maybe I was just a terrible person in denial about my own sanctimoniousness.

I kept making mistakes as I got lost in my own mind and nearly fell into the bog until I finally got to a land barrier and saw a lake beyond it that flowed through a tunnel in the rock face.

I saw no boat, saw no bridge or way to get across other than swimming through the tunnel which was very dark and particularly uninviting. The water wasn't much better, not clear enough to see the bottom and I had no idea if anything was in it.

I couldn't go back now though, I couldn't go fetch John to help. I had to do this by myself.

I slipped into the water as gently as I could and yelped a little at how cold it was. The thin dress was doing nothing to keep me warm and the chill was already creeping into my soul as I got submerged. It took my arms a minute just to unlock before they'd start moving, propelling me through the cold water towards the tunnel. Once I'd gotten into it and my eyes had adjusted a little, I was at least pleased to see there were lights running along the top of the cave and I wasn't going to be swimming blind.

That joy only lasted a brief moment though before something grabbed my ankle from below and yanked me under the water.

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Though I'm weak and beaten down / I'll slip away into the sound / The ghost of you is close to me / I'm inside out, you're underneath

chapter two - goner

A/N ; Hello~! I hope you enjoyed death bed so far! I have a lot planned but the first few chapters are focused on building up a foundation between you and Dabi, and establishing your feelings respectively. This chapter takes place a few weeks later, and over that time you've ignited the flame of friendship. This is the last of the short chapters, so future ones will be uh...long.

Warnings ; swearing, smoking, slut-shaming, toxic relationships, domestic abuse mention

Words ; 2k

That wasn’t the only time you found yourself outside chatting with Dabi over a pack of cigarettes. It slowly became a routine. On the nights Hana was over, you’d smoke with him once she left; and on the nights he was alone, you’d have a cigarette before bed.

Tonight, Dabi was seated in a beaten-up lounge chair, his long legs stretched out so far you had to step over them. He looked relaxed, but you could see the visible tension in his shoulders.

“You doin’ alright, handsome?” You asked, taking the seat next to his but turned to face him. He eyed you without moving his head, exhaustion causing his already heavily lidded eyes to look even narrower. He sighed.

“It’s none of your business.”

“Hmm. You’re not wrong. But I’m curious about what’s eatin’ you.” You offered him a menthol, he declined, but grinned playfully.

“If you can guess what it is, Doll, I’ll tell you a secret.”

This was a game you sometimes played. It was an easy way to get the other to open about whatever was troubling you, offering information for information. The secrets were always harmless, and you couldn’t really consider them secrets. Things like your favorite color, your sexual preferences, the food you liked were among things shared.

Through this method you learned that he hated fish, got carsick easily, that his birthday was January 18, and that his flames weren’t always blue. You also learned more about his relationship with Hana.

They met by chance in a nightclub, fucked in the bathroom, got high together, and started seeing each other regularly for hookups. One thing led to another and she asked him to be exclusive. He decided to go along with it because of some reason he didn’t mention, and now things are the way they are.

“Please, it’s an easy guess. It’s Hana, right?” you leaned forward, resting your elbow on your knee and your head in your hand.

His grin dropped and he stared at the dark sky above. “Yeah.”

You got the feeling it was rather serious this time. Over the last few weeks, you’d spent more time with Dabi, so you felt compelled to pry a little further.

“What happened?”

He lulled over to look at you, drawing his arm up to rest behind his head. He looked exhausted now that you could see his face clearly. There was a small cut on his cheek with a stream of dried blood, and the closer you looked the more it seemed he’d been in a fight. You didn’t want to make assumptions.

“Tch. She’s pissed at me,” his gaze held yours, debating on weather or not to divulge into the private matters of their row. You waited patiently for him to continue. “She noticed I was smoking more or whatever, and I told her about us hanging out. She got pissed and jumped me. Crazy bitch has some sharp ass nails.” He traced the cut with his other hand when he said that.

“She got pissed at you for hanging out with me?” you asked incredulously.

“Hah. Yeah. She’s possessive.” He still watched you, gauging your reaction.

“That’s fucked up. What did she say?”

“She said that if I didn’t cut the shit, she’d leave me. She says that all the time, though. She threw some nasty names around. Called you a slut, called me a bastard…”

“What aren’t you telling me? What else did she say, Dabi?” You could tell there was more weighing on him and you wanted him to feel like he could trust you. Something flickered in his eyes when you used his villain name as opposed to the pet names you usually called him.

He let out a low hiss, a slight sigh masked in a chuckle. “You really want to know, Doll?”

You nodded. You had the feeling that it was bad considering his reservations. He looked away from you now. He didn’t want to see your reaction to his next words; afraid you’d somehow feel the same way Hana did.

“She said I was disgusting and that I should be grateful to her for fucking me. She told me that I’d never find someone else because of the way I look, so I should be satisfied with her.” He traced the line of staples on his cheeks idly while he spilled, “Hah. You know, I think she’s right. It’s a miracle a girl like her would go for someone like me, anyway. Who’d want to kiss this gross mouth?”

It wasn’t a question, but you felt anger and heat rising in your chest, and you were compelled to answer. “What the fuck? I would kiss you! You’re not disgusting, are you kidding? You’re like, the sexiest man I’ve met. She should consider herself the lucky one for getting to fuck you! I know I would be so grateful!” You huffed, and then realized you’d said too much. Clasping your hand over your mouth you turned quickly away from him, too embarrassed to look him in the eye.

Dabi stared at you, eyes wide, lips parted slightly. His heart thrummed in his chest at your words, and he saw your blush despite the darkness. He was fighting a losing battle with his impulse control, because in this moment all he wanted to do was pull you in and kiss you. To enjoy the feeling of someone who might like him for once. To know what it might feel like to be passionate and intimate with someone; something more than just sex. The thing he knew he was missing but tried to ignore anyway.

You shuddered as he breathed your name softly, his voice low and gravelly. You felt a warm presence behind you, and you knew he’d move to sit with you on your chair. This only caused your blush to deepen; you knew you went too far. You said too much, betrayed too much.

It was hard not to like him. You’d spent weeks getting to know him, chatting with him and even confiding in each other occasionally. He was easy to get along with, something the others were surprised by, and your talks on the veranda became the highlight of your day. His day, too, though he’d never tell you that.

But you knew better, also. He was committed to Hana, despite how awful their relationship seemed. He’d stayed with her for a reason, right? Dabi wasn’t one to take just anybody’s shit without cause.

“Do you mean that?” He said at last, watching you carefully. You peeled your hands away to look at him, he deserved to see the conviction in your face when you confirmed it. You did not expect him to break out in a wide, toothy grin.

“Damn, baby girl. You’re blushing pretty hard. Thinking about kissing me?” he teased. It was easy to act confident and cocky, though it was a mask to hide the crippling self-hatred he had.

“Sh-shut up,” you punched his knee lightly in jest which earned a chuckle. “You can’t blame me, Dabi. I think you’re incredibly attractive, of course I want to kiss you.”

His eyes glimmered with an emotion you couldn’t place. He was still watching you carefully, daring you to confess to him. Daring you to give him a reason to make a move on you, so he could be rid of Hana once and for all. He’d take the blame, the beating, the crazed rage he knows would come, if he could be with you.

His gaze flicked down to your lips and you swallowed thickly. Was he thinking about kissing you, now?

“And about fucking me?” He grinned again, egging you on and laughing in earnest when your face darkened once more.

“Okay, that’s enough!” You stood suddenly. Your heart thrumming wildly in your chest as you drew your arms around yourself to quell the trembling. Gods what was he doing? Why’d he have to tease you like this?

“Come on, Doll. I’m just messing with you. I’ve never seen you so flustered, it’s a good look on you.” He mused, standing as well. He wanted so badly to reach out to you and draw you to his chest and kiss you. He wanted to see how red your face would get as he kissed down your body; he wanted to hear the sounds you’d make when he touched you…

“You’re killing me, hot stuff. You shouldn’t say those things, you have a girlfriend.” You reminded him. He scoffed behind you, and you felt his hands press gently into your arms, urging you to step back into him. You did on instinct, relishing in the warmth of his body as your back pressed against his chest and his arms snaked around your shoulders. His hair tickled your skin as he lowered his forehead into your neck.

“Fuck Hana.” He mumbled.

You closed your eyes, placing a gentle hand on his arm. You should pull away. You shouldn’t let him embrace you like this. But it felt so damn good to be close to someone, almost intimate with him. You searched for anything to cut the tension with; anything to calm your beating heart.

“You still owe me a secret,” you breathed. Your voice came out much quieter than you’d meant, and you felt him smile against your skin. He pulled you tighter into him, his lips grazing your earlobe sent shivers down your spine.

“If you were mine, I’d take such good care of you, baby girl. I’d give you all the kisses you could want, I’d make you feel so good you’d beg for me. You wouldn’t know what to do with yourself.” He all but growled into your ear and you found yourself getting lost in his words. Getting lost in the fantasy of being his.

Fuck, Hana. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Dabi.” You pulled away from him and turned to face him “It’s a nice thought, but you can’t do anything with me unless you break it off with her. You’re a lot of things, handsome, but you’re not a cheater. I won’t let you be.”

He felt conflicted by this. You cared about him as a person, about his morals enough to deny yourself his offer. If you really wanted him, shouldn’t you be falling into his arms willingly? That’s what Hana did. But she’s the reason you turned him down.

He cursed himself.

He couldn’t leave Hana. Not yet.

“You know, Dabi. I really meant what I said. I think you’re handsome, I want to kiss you, I want to…erm… ahem. I want to, but I’m not going to let you do that to her. Even if I fucking hate her, she doesn’t deserve to be two-timed. And I’d hope I would mean more to you than just being your side chick. Sorry, hot stuff. Today’s not the day.”

You left at that, and he loved to watch you go. Your words made him happy, but they stung just as well. Today isn’t the day. He kicked himself for trying to make a move so early on in your friendship, too. He didn’t deny himself the thought of you being irresistible; he enjoyed your company, and you were nice to look at.

But did you mean more to him than just a side chick? The way you’d phrased it didn’t sit well with him. You did, didn’t you? If that were the case, then he should break up with Hana so you’d be with him. He couldn’t do that to her, though. Not after everything.

He didn’t want to sacrifice his time with you, either. Even if it were just platonic, he felt like you were the first person he could talk to easily and that meant more to him than just a kiss or just sex. Hana would have to get over herself because this was the first time in his life he’d felt such a connection with someone and he wasn’t about to throw it away.

He traced the cut on his cheek again. Not today. But maybe someday.

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NERVE

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↳ Summary: Waking up in a maze of rooms with no memory you’re thrusted into a world of lowlit neon lights and rumors of ominous Game Rooms, a series of challenges you must complete both physically and mentally in order to find the exit. When strange things begin to happen, the stakes rise higher and it’s only a matter of time before insanity takes over. As each door becomes a little more dangerous soon you are fighting for your life with a man who you know nothing of besides his name…It’s gonna take a lot of nerve for you to survive.

↳ Genre: thriller, mystery, angst, eventual smut, dark content TWs will be mentioned whenever present

↳ Pairing: Jungkook/Reader, reader/various

Word Count: 7k

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You hadn’t been comfortable with this from the start, you could understand Jimin’s reasoning though. 

‘Listen I’d keep you with me but it’s dangerous, too dangerous right now,” Jimin sighed as you crossed your arms, warily looking across the room where Jungkook was, kneeling down and holding up a notebook to the light as he scribbled something down, “I made a deal with Cross and Clay awhile back and they’re still angry over me breaking it. That was close Y/n, too close.” 

You frowned as you whispered, “But we survived! You said it yourself Jimin, it’s not going to be easy here. Jungkook said he didn’t want me to go with him can’t I…” You sighed as you shifted your weight from foot to foot, “Can’t I just stay with you a little longer then I’ll leave!” 

Jimin frowned, eyes filled with pity as he sighed, running a hand through his hair, “We survived, barely. And only…” Jimin trailed off as he squinted a little at you, “Only because you somehow learned how to fight four men at a time.” 

You rubbed the back of your neck as you looked away, feeling as if he was asking you silently just how you did it, yet nothing came to mind, you didn’t know how you did it. You just….knew. As if it was in your blood, as if it was as easy as breathing air. Jimin leaned a little away from you as he lowered his gaze, “Just let me talk to Jungkook, okay? He’s a good guy, he’ll keep you safe until you’re comfortable on your own.” 

Jimin gave you a pat on the shoulder before walking past you as your mind replied to what had previously happened. Somehow, you couldn’t help but wonder if it wasn’t you who needed to be protected. 

Jungkook hadn’t spoken a word to you the whole time, no matter how much you tried to initiate conversation, he looked…not angry, but he certainly wasn’t happy you had ultimately come along with him. You weren’t sure what Jimin said, but whatever he had it must have convinced Jungkook, barely. 

You weren’t used to this, Jimin and Seokjin were both not only helpful, but extremely nice and more than happy to answer any questions you had. Jungkook couldn’t be more than the opposite of that. Opening the door to the next room Jungkook sighed, “Go sit down, I need to scavenge the room.”

You jumped a little at his deep semi stern voice that made you at first want to obey before you paused, “I can help!” You chirped, wanting to at the very least, be on cordial terms with Jungkook. If you couldn’t at least be helpful then you’d rather just be on your own. You got the idea of how to do everything now. Even if you didn’t want to be on your own, you’d have to do it eventually. 

“Sit.” Jungkook’s eyes narrowed a little as he looked at you stern this time, as you huffed keeping close to his body as he walked through the crowd of hazed stray’s who didn’t even seem to really notice you.

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Star Struck

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↳ Summary: You’re a creature of habit, you plan everything from each hour to each day, so you can imagine the chaos which ensues after you discover a random guy leaking black goo in a ditch- who just so happens to be an alien.

↳ Pairing: Jungkook/Reader

↳ Genre: lowkey strangers to lovers, alien!jungkook, fluff, smut, 

Word Count: 13k

Tags: tentacle sex im sorry, foreplay, oral (f) but not?? jungkook is technically a virgin by human standards ayyy, penetration, nipple play, over stimulation, double penetration, squirting, sub!jungkook, breath play, spit kink, jungkook can make his own lube??, anal im so sorry, praise kink, they become soul mates on accident oops,

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You didn’t see nor understand what JK was talking about at first, he just fumbled along between alleyways and roads and nobody, or what little people were on the streets didn’t look at you twice given your friend was as tall and broad as he was. Perks of being with a man you guessed. You still didn’t know what he was actually talking about except for the assumption that he had found his…friends…?

Eventually JK had dragged you through a lot of fields which had made you increasingly anxious, what if a kidnapper was out here? True you wouldn’t mind him using his talon like tentacles then but still…You also didn’t want to go to jail for assisting a homicide…Standing in an empty field, at the dead of night, was not what you intended on doing on a friday night.

JK seemed excited though as he bounced, grabbing a hold of you, he pressed his thumb to your forehead, your eyes fluttering shut on instinct from being so close to him suddenly but your brows pinched and an uncomfortable ache throbbed in your head before he released you. Rubbing your head you whined before you looked up again, only jumping with a screech at the…ship…in front of you…which was NOT there a moment ago. 

“Home!” JK announced proudly as he grabbed your hand, tugging you along against your will, was this really…his ship? Oh god what if he was abducting you…You didn’t have time to think as he ushered you inside. It looked small on the outside admittedly but on the inside it was all glossy and clean, a sleek futuristic look dawning the interior.

Futuristic, he was an alien, you weren’t shocked at the assessment but still. This must’ve been the hanger or…living area… or…hell if you knew ship terms, it looked like the dining room but you didn’t expect two others to appear. All of them speaking in that same throaty tongue as he ran to them, embracing them with pure excitement on his face before he pointed to you, a look of pride on his face as he cleared his voice, “Y/n.” He spoke clearly as if introducing you.

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Star Struck

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↳ Summary: You’re a creature of habit, you plan everything from each hour to each day, so you can imagine the chaos which ensues after you discover a random guy leaking black goo in a ditch- who just so happens to be an alien.

↳ Pairing: Jungkook/Reader

↳ Genre: lowkey strangers to lovers, alien!jungkook, fluff, smut,

Word Count: 12k

Tags: before anyone asks, yes tentacles are involved because I’m a proud monster fucker, jungkook has separation anxiety from Mc :(, he’s immediately whipped, and he can’t speak any human language at first oops, he like,,,tries it for a second before MC goes 🏃‍♀️ this is unedited and for that im sorry bc yikes

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In many cases, you could recall how you got into situations. For instance, when you were late to your mid morning lecture, you had zero excuses- not that the professor cared at all when you walked in with a bag of mcdonalds and a venti latte from starbucks. But the principle of the situation remained the same, you knew your actions would cause you to be late. You understood the consequences of your actions. 

The same could not be said for when you took in the curious male who didn’t understand a word you said.

“What do you mean you just- picked him up off the side of a fucking ditch!” Jimin flailed his hands as you twisted around to face you, the male was examining his hands as if he had never seen them before, not paying either of you any mind. 

You held up your hands as you replied, “I did!” You shouted back, immediately gaining the males attention as his eyes flashed between you and Jimin, “He was just…! Laying there! I don’t fucking know! What was I supposed to do? Leave him, look he’s hurt.” You pointed out the obvious wounds he sported. 

“…He’s bleeding black goo Y/n! Have you never seen a horror movie before oh my god!” Jimin grabbed his head as his voice became dramatic and peril, “You’re practically number one on his kill list! He’s probably here to abduct us and- and butt probe us or some shit!” 

You raised your brows defensively as you crossed your arms, “Look at him!” You pointed a finger at the male making him flinch a little, leaning a little away from you where he sat as his expression shifted, looking as if he was a kicked puppy at your tone, “Does that look like a butt probing alien to you shit face?” 

“Maybe!” Jimin snapped back, “He ain’t human that’s for fucking sure! Just…!” Jimin flailed his hands, “Just look at him!” 

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Promise

here it is! my contribution to the bnharem Baku Collab. I hope you don’t hate it.  Check out the masterlist for some other great Baku fics.

k. bakugou x f!reader

warnings: 18+, idiots to lovers, there was only one bed, pro hero AU swearing (of course) excessive use of the word grumpus, alcohol consumption, jealousy,  unprotected sex, choking, terrible communication skills, mm sacrilege a little bit 

word count: 5.8K

“Hey!”

You felt warm hands shaking your legs to jostle you awake. “Wake up brat, we’re here.” your eyes slowly started to peak open, recognizing the gruff voice.

It was Katsu of course. It was just you two on the private jet aside from the crew. You see, there was a conference on I-Island, every year. And, every year it was a hassle to get Katuski to show up. So, him bumming a ride on your privately owned jet was mostly just a bribe, a means to get him to the conference peacefully. Bakugou Katsuki was your best friend, and you were his, though he’d never say it out loud. This of course, to everyone else that knew him, made him your personal responsibility. It was a load of crap, but you didn’t mind it really.

You yawned, looking out the window of the jet to confirm that you had indeed landed. 

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devil.

sypnosis: bakugou has his own way of bullying the reader.

warning(s) & tag(s): dumbification, bimbofication, degradation, spitting, unprotected sex, breeding, dacryphillia, cursing, rough sex, airhead!reader, katsuki is so mean :(

pairing(s): bakugou katsuki x reader

word count: 2.6k

Katsuki has just about fucking had it with you today. Bopping around the entire campus like you owned the damn place in a sorry excuse for a skirt that was so short it blatantly was violating the dress code handbook given to all students at orientation. Surely if you bent over your panties would be on full display to every lucky soul standing behind you. But you didn’t give that much thought when you purchased it, you never give anything much thought, do you? You thought the piece of clothing would go perfectly in your wardrobe.

Katsuki was certain that there was not one thought of substance floating in that pretty little head of yours. He watched in spite as you mindlessly sucked on a cherry lollipop while you drew little doodles in the corner of your paper. You had an over the top pink and fuzzy pen that seemingly summed up your personality pretty well. The gloss on your lips still pristine as your plump lips continued to wrap around the candy.

Your eyes lifted from your notebook momentarily to examine the classroom briefly. The boredum was prominent on your facial features and reflected in your slightly slouched shoulder posture. That was until you locked eyes with a certain spiky haired redhead. A smile spread wide across your plump lips causing the redhead to return the gesture. You mindlessly set down your pen and your hand found its way to the ends of your hair twirling a few strands around your pointer finger. This isn’t a new thing for you either, you always seemed to have new arm candy every week.

Katsuki’s blood boiled as he watched you giggle and make googly-eyes at Kirishima so shamelessly in the middle of class. Come to think of it, you’ve been all over the redhead recently, and it didn’t sit right with Katsuki at all. To put it simply: he was jealous, but he’d never admit that. Maybe he does go about his interest a little unorthodox, but he does have feelings for you nonetheless.

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𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐈: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

Pairing: Shuntaro Chishiya x Fem!Reader x Suguru Niragi

Summary: The borderlands were already dark, they made you numb to death so long as you survived. When you become the object of desire for two psychopathic and sociopathic men, one of which is your ex lover, you find it harder to drown out the emotions you’re feeling and demons you’re facing. Do you give into the dark desires and madness? But…aren’t we all already mad here?

Warnings: Explicit language, sexual situations, murder, death, manipulation, psychoanalyses, drugs, alcohol, suicidal thoughts and tendencies, more to be added as I write.

Genre: Alice in Borderland, very dark romance, angst, smut, a little fluff if you squint

Rating: Whoever is mature enough to handle the warnings above but recommended to ages 15 and older. DO NOT read if you are triggered by any of the things listed above.

Word Count: 5k

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A note from your author — I’m so sorry this took so long, I just got out for summer vacation after an extremely stressful year so I’ll be way more active now. I have decided (with much hype from @imagine-t-h-a-ttt ) to post this in parts so I could give y’all something in appreciation for dealing with me. Expect more soon!! (It might not be AiB exclusively but I will be writing more)

The borderlands was a place where anyone and everyone was alone for themselves when it came to survival. “It’s every man for themselves,” you’d often tell yourself after a game since you walked away, sometimes alone, and others didn’t. After participating in your first heart’s game you learned that, and it was forever engraved into your mind. When you were cruelly taken from the real world you were alone in your room after your nightly shift as an SDF officer. All of a sudden the lights went out whilst you were changing out of your uniform before a shower which you never got to take. Deciding to investigate the outage, you threw your uniform back on and unbuttoned the jacket revealing your black sleeveless undershirt while keeping your green cargo style uniform pants and combat boots on. After grabbing your knife and placing it into your thigh holster, you explored your neighborhood to find that everyone was gone, cars were randomly in the street as if they had been stopped out of nowhere, and you were in fact alone.

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