In Case You Dont Live Forever

In Case You Don’t Live Forever

~chapter one rewritten~

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.5 (Dark!DC/Resident Evil 8)

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Summary: Just what exactly has John done?

Warnings: Dubcon/Noncon past mentions, angst

CHAPTER 5 - In Hot Water

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“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.

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.

I Will Show You Soon.

DILF week masterlist

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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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

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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.

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

Warnings/AN: None. P.S. running out of Aleksander gifs that include just him so if you are a gif creator... hint hint.

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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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