#yeah the mosquitoes are fucking annoying

[gremlingottoosilly]

Cabin in the woods (yan!Konig x fem!Reader x yan!Horangi)

You and your friend group are definitely not a part of a typical slasher movie. Two weird guys you met at the corner store somewhere in rural Austria definitely not serial killers. You are definitely going to be saved. You are definitely not going to like being their little trophy.

TW: Yandere, Age gap(Reader in her early 20, murder husband in their late 30), Serial Killers, Mild Gore, Extreme dub-con(Bordering cnc), Blood, Horror, Kidnapping

CHAPTER 1 You meet two weird locals at the corner store in a city in the middle of Austrian woods. Your timid nature is going to be your downfall.

Come to the woods, your assholes-of-a-friend said. Come on, he said, I know that for someone like you, dwelling in some shitty forest for three or more days only to drink mediocre beer and probably have even more mediocre sex while mosquitos are biting at your vagina sounds like your worst nightmare, but! Have you considered it could be fun? 

Yeah, you have considered it. Considered it, thought about it and already decided not to engage with the idea. Spending the holiday in your own country, your own city and by your computer was far better than running around some random Austrian forest – and so you decided to kinda…ditch the idea. 

Considering what happened in the next few days, you really should have been more true to your words. 

Because you agreed to the proposition – because you don’t want to antagonize your friends, because you already feel strained from them, because they are assholes and they continue to be assholes but they are the only ones you have. Maybe you shouldn’t rot in your room, maybe you should agree to spend Spring break with them, getting drunk in the woods and maybe chasing some wild boars across the place. 

— Sorry. 

Some asshole – not the friend one, just an asshole in general, like everyone else in this fucking country that is so stuck up at being in the woods and mountains, that you are literally going to be sick – took the last remaining bottle of coke that was still left on the shelve. You were not having it because it was almost night already, the last remaining store open in the area, and you needed your sugar fix and something to mix alcohol with so you wouldn’t get drunk and stupid immediately. 

You aren’t letting go of the bottle. 

The guy doesn’t let go either. 

— Sorry, I think I got it first. 

You hate how weak your voice is. Never be the active, social one of your friends, you’re stuck being just a dumb girl who has literally everyone walking all over her. You decided to dig your heels into the ground and sent this asshole where he belongs – so, your grip on the bottle intensifies. 

— Haven’t seen you. 

He tugs the bottle back to him – and he has some arm strength, surprisingly for someone in this town. To be quite honest, you are too intimidated by his deep, annoyed voice to even consider looking at him, so you don’t know what the guy looks like. Maybe it’s an MMA champion – celebrity shop at some weird corner stores in abandoned Austrian cities too. 

— I am very sorry, but I really, really need this bottle. 

You don’t, actually. There are multiple bottles of Pepsi right here, and not like you have a very specific preference for the drink that is bad for you. You just got tired of people walking all over you, tired of your friends that constantly getting you into their shenanigans without asking for your opinion and you just want something good happening to you at least once. So, you tug the bottle back to you, and press it against your chest, hoping that whoever this man is will get the memo and get the fuck away from you until you’ll get your pepper spray. Ah, right, you forgot to bring one…well, he doesn’t have to know about that. 

— What do you need this bottle for? 

— Important reasons. Secret reasons.

The man sneered and you finally got a good look at him. And…fuck. 

Tall, broad, maybe more on the leaner side, but you can clearly see his tight muscles that form this perfect, thin type of masculinity that makes you think about greet athletes and that weird webtoon you were occasionally reading because you don’t have anything better to do with your life. You lick your lips, nervously, suddenly aware of the fact that you wear some old hoodie, battered jeans, and exactly zero makeup – you were supposed to get chased by the bears in the forest, not a meet-cute annoying strangers. 

He is Korean if little doodles on his jacket and an accent are saying the truth. You force yourself to get your gaze away from the mask that was covering more than half of his face, black glasses that obstruct the view even more, and messy black hair – the only thing about his appearance that you can actually see. 

Maybe, it’s good that you can’t see his face – you need to get out of here, preferably with a bottle of coke and some other snacks before your friends start questioning why the only person who didn’t want to go is so reluctant about leaving the store. Besides, it’s already almost closing time and you need to gather your thoughts. With a deep sigh, you push the bottle closer to you. 

But this time, he didn’t humor you with softness. He kept it close to himself and suddenly, you are very aware of how much weaker you are than him. You could put up a good fight against a mouse, maybe, a squirrel on a good day – but in this tugging match, you were no, pun intended, match for him. You look closely at his cargo jacket – the patches look official, normal, making you think about the military and what the fuck Korean soldier is doing in the small town somewhere in the rural, touristy-foresty-mountainy part of Austria. 

— Please, sir, it’s getting silly. 

— Yes, it is. Give up now. 

He has that weird calmness in his voice – a low grumble that makes you shiver, the urge to just give up your control and present him your neck like a good pet makes you want to vomit. God, it’s humiliating – you just hope that your friends won’t be here to witness your utter humiliation. 

— I really, really need this bottle. Please? 

You master your best puppy eyes, looking at him with a half-lidded gaze, hoping he has at least a somewhat working and aching heart inside of his lean, muscular chest. The dark glasses of his don’t allow you to see his face clearly, but you can feel how he slowly eyes you from head to toe, slowing down at how much your hands are trembling at the confrontation. 

In a normal situation, you would give up already. But this isn’t a normal situation – you wanted to learn how to be brave, independent, and stand up for yourself in small things, even if your friends still going to swirl you around into making dumb decisions. 

— I was the first to grab it. Why should I give it to you? 

His voice is mesmerizing – you didn’t expect something as deep from a random stranger in the corner shop and here you are, embarrassed, cheeks heated because you want to ditch your friends and look at the random guy you just met. Ah, the tragedy of meeting someone remotely attractive and closer to your age – or at least looking like it – in a mundane place so that the horny thoughts would make room inside your head. 

— Because this would cheer me up really nice, sir. 

You master even puppier eyes – and you lick your lips some more, hoping to elongate the point of how shitty your day was, and how nice it would be, just to have a bottle of coke to cheer you up. Man lets go of a grumpy noise, shaking his head. 

“Fucking tourists” he mutters – and you feel even more embarrassed immediately. If anything, he is probably a tourist too! 

— Sir? So the coke-stealer has manners after all. 

His laugh is dry, and you want to take the bottle and leave – but when you yank it closer, he doesn’t let go. If anything, he grabs it even firmer, thin plastic deforms under his touch, and the tactical gloves he is wearing are only empathizing with the vast difference between you and him. 

— I’m not a coke-stealer. I had dibs on this bottle. 

He stares at you, tilting his head to the side. You look stubborn, like an angry little kitten – and, god fucking dammit, Horangi loved cats. Always wanted to get one or two, adorable furballs that would lay on him and Konig, maybe destroy the wildlife around their house. he loved cats and never had time to take care of them because of their combined jobs – so when he looks at this stubborn little woman – little more in her posture than actual size – he feels all the desire to take a kitten home gets straight into his pants. 

He has to find Konig. Ah, and get the bottle back. 

— Dibs don’t matter if you can’t even hold it. So, the bottle is mine. 

— Sir, if anything, this bottle can’t belong to you yet. You haven’t paid for it! 

— You too. 

— But I will. 

— Just as I am. 

He chuckles, more amused than anything. You look angry, you look pissed, you munch on your lower lip nervously because you don’t want this man to walk all over you, but you also really want his – it belongs to the state, actually – coke. So, you yank it one last time, already preparing to give up and drink Pepsi as the loser woman you are. 

Instead, the bottle goes right into your hand with ease – and you fall on your back, losing the connection between your legs and the ground. You prepare to fall and crack your head on the floor, just like a wet kitten of a person you are. 

Instead, you stumble into…something. You want to say that it’s something soft, maybe a snack aisle or the pillows that are being sold in this store for some reason, but this mysterious “something” under your cheek is firm, tense and warm. 

Just like in the worst romantic comedies you ever saw, you are crushed into a broad male’s chest. Don’t mess it up with another man’s broad chest, those are actually two very different individuals and the concentration of pecks on the square meter already makes you feel uneasy. You bite your lips nervously, wanting nothing more but to disappear – you finally have the bottle in your hands and you can swiftly retreat to the cashier on the other side of the shop, but the man behind you stops you. 

— What’s going on, Tigeren? 

Ah, good. The wall of muscles behind you smells of generic male deodorant and something metallic – and has the voice of a Greek god mixed with the most stereotypical Austrian accent ever. Not like you are an expert on accents or voices or tones because you’re not sure that Greek gods would have such high and grumbling voices, but you stand not corrected, drowning in your bad decisions. 

You feel the firm hold on your shoulder gently put you away slightly, as the man comes to touch the asshole’s hand. Softly, gently, you want someone to touch you like this. You lift your gaze from the pair and…

Did you miss a Halloween party with the tough rule of wearing a mask all the time, even when you’re going out to grab some more snacks? You lower your gaze from the man who also wears a generic black mask and dark glasses, your eyes slowly go down to his pants and…

Did you miss a horse-riding party? 

— Some tourist tried to steal my coke. Nothing, Ko. 

— I’m not a tourist. 

You mumble, under your breath. You don’t want to be here – the area suddenly becomes intoxicating, you feel out of place and you want to run away as fast as possible but the only thing you can do is to just strive on, hoping that you’d at least keep your beverage with you. You take a step to the side, hoping to retreat quietly, like a ninja – but they both notice and turn to your side immediately. 

— This is a dangerous place, lady. 

The tall guy – well, they are both tall, but the second one is fucking enormous, towering over the shelves and making you feel insignificant compared to him – grumbles it gently, almost carefully. You are inclined to listen to him, taking up his words like a damned prophecy. You know this place is dangerous – it’s a forest in the mountains of Austria, of course, it is dangerous, you tried to tell your friends this, but…well, to no avail. Useless as usual. 

— I’m aware, thank you. Can I…excuse me, I will leave now. 

— With my coke. 

Korean guy snorts, the clear amusement in his voice. You don’t like the way he emphasizes the point of you stealing it from him – you both are entitled to it, if anything, he is the weird one to think that he has some special dibs for this. The bottle is already warmed up from your combined touches and you groan from the fact – now you will have to choke on the warm cola while all of your friends have fun with their dumb alcohol cocktails and ice cubes and everything you forgot to bring because you were the last one to get here. Because you were the last one they asked to join – feeling like an afterthought, you lick your lips nervously. 

— Of course. The one you wrestled out of my hold. 

— You let go of it, sir. 

— Didn’t want to make a scene with a little thing like you. 

You feel the tips of your ears burning. Oh, how you wanted to punch both of them – the tall one and the slightly less tall one, both chuckling like a pair of grannies on the porch. Like this fucking place needed more bears. 

— You should be careful around these parts. Weird things going around. 

The mountain has spoken again – weird, but all of his phrases feel more like something straight up from a horror movie. Combined with the eerie dim light of the tiny store and his mask, it sent a shiver down your spine. Gosh, you need to watch fewer horror movies and read less terrible dark romance books. You are jumpy, nervous, anxious, everything that doesn’t combine well with a forest trip. 

You take a step back and the blue eyes follow you. When did he take off his sunglasses? Why do they both need sunglasses at night? 

He looks at you and, fucks sake, you stumble into the aisle again. With a bottle of coke in your hand, which isn’t the best weapon in the world, you stumble to the cashier. 

Cold gaze follows you. Oh, how he follows you. 

You nervously bring the coke bottle to the old man behind the counter, listening to the tired German speech – you recognize the numbers, memorize the price of a single bottle, and yet…you feel the eyes glue to your back as you desperately rummage through your pockets. You swear to god that you had cash on you this exact morning – but you go through your pockets, through your backpack, and try to search for maybe some old cents and cards. 

Nothing. 

God, you feel like a failure – embarrassed that you wasted so much time trying to get this bottle only to put it back on the shelf in defeat and…

— On me. Move your ass, tourist. 

The Korean guy notches your side and you glare at him with a mix of anger and shame – he pays for the bottle, probably grinning from how well he taught this annoying as fuck tourist a lesson, and also for the few snacks he bought, probably for himself and his…friend? Boyfriend? 

You move your ass obediently, going out of the store, and your head hangs low in defeat. Your friends are smoking outside, everyone is visibly annoyed with how long it took you only to go out empty-handed. Jenny, one of your girlfriends, a tall brunette with a perfect fucking body that shouldn’t belong to someone in the real world and not 90-era comedies, looks…worried. 

You went to ask her what was wrong, but she shook her head, looking somewhere behind you. 

You stare at the ground, watching as your shriveled shadow from the single-store light swiftly being absorbed by someone’s much larger frame. You gulp, not wanting to look behind you, knowing what – or who – you might want. 

Tall guy with a…coke bottle? Well, you weren’t expecting that. He gives you the bottle and you can almost see the condescending smile on his face as his fingers linger on your hand for longer than they should be. You take the offer, not really understanding what the fuck is really going on. 

— Thank…you? 

— No problem, kleine. 

You can hear the smile in his voice and your hands are trembling. Jenny looks at you with surprise, clearly not expecting nerdy ol’ you to pull someone so…well, not nerdy and maybe old. 

— What the fuck? Who is…

— I’ll explain in the car, alright? 

— Did you drop it or something? 

— I…I think I lost my wallet. Have you seen it? 

She stops for a second, thinking. There are a few things Jenny is good at – burning the tip of her tongue with a lighter, wearing crop tops, eating men alive (unless they are the most annoying ones alive). Lying isn’t one of them – not because she is a good person, but because she would rather flip your shit upside down and make you as upset as she possibly could. 

— Chad took it. Said you’d find the nearest bus to get the fuck out of here if you’d have it. 

He…

You can’t fucking believe this. All this humiliation because her annoying boyfriend didn’t want you to ruin this little unfriendly gathering. You feel angry tears in the corners of your eyes, almost ready to sniffle like the needy thing you are. God, you’re weak and pathetic and…

The Austrian guy behind you coughs, attracting attention. 

— Ladies like you shouldn’t go out this late. Bad things might happen. 

Jenny snorted and you already wanted to close your eyes. She was clearly not having it and she had a very short temper – you take a step back, towards her, hoping to set her down. Instead, she took one look at your pleading expressions, and it made her even more annoyed. She was never good with locals. 

— We’re getting out of this dump as soon as possible, sir. Didn’t ask for your opinion though. 

He chuckles and the sound sends a shiver down your spine. 

— Just wanted to warn you. Tourists are disappearing around these parts. 

— We’re not some dumb tourists. 

— Ach? You aren’t? 

Jenny fails to hear the amusement in her voice. You tuck the Coke bottle in your arms, hoping that they would stop. 

— We’re not a bunch of dumb tourists and we will call the police if you’d proceed harassing us. 

— Just wanted to give your friend what she forgot. Keep an eye on each other, ja? 

— We will. Fuck off before I’m calling the 9-1-1, verstehen? 

You feel even more embarrassed as she storms off to the truck where Chad and everyone else is staying, not even paying you a glance – too used to your sorry ass going right after her, like a lapdog that your other friend likes to bring everywhere in her tiny pink purse. 

You sigh, feeling horrible. The guy is creepy. Tall, looming over everyone, both of them are fucking terrifying – but they paid for the coke and the Austrian one is genuinely trying to tell you something. A bit paranoid, maybe, but you see the cargo jacket he is wearing, so he is probably either a paranoid survivalist or maybe a part of the military. You like having someone worried about your safety, even in more of a scary horror movie-esque form. 

— I’m…sorry for Jenny. She isn’t always like this, we’re just tired after a long road. 

— You were driving whole day? 

— We’re, um…on a trip. You know, a little getaway in the woods. Would have been nice. 

The giant tilts his head to the side. You just noticed that his hands are twitching a little, fidgeting with the bottom part of his jacket. You find it almost cute, endearing in a way – at least he is as anxious about talking to you as you are to him. You find yourself also fidgeting on the bottle, swirling it in your hands, never understanding what you should do in a somewhat normal social situation. 

— Be careful, kleine Hase. Like I said, it’s a dangerous place for young ladies like you. 

The way he said it, calling you a young lady, made him look extremely old – and made you feel even more embarrassed and uncertain about your future. Here you are, wasting your youth on shitty road trips to Austrian woods instead of reading horror books and watching romance movies. 

— Thank you, sir. I…I’ll keep that in mind. 

— Are you two alone on the trip? 

Alright, it was a bit creepy. his cold blue gaze bores in your face, making you feel small. 

— No, Our male friends are with us. 

He humms, almost sounding amused. 

— Good. Wouldn’t want it to be too easy. 

— Sorry? 

— Wouldn’t want someone bad to hurt you so easily. 

You smile. He is nice, even if a bit creepy – you nod slightly, taking a step towards the truck, since everyone else already got in and you still have a long road to the place of your camp. 

— Thank you for the bottle, sir. 

— You are welcome. Keep yourself safe, ja? 

You nod. 

Keeping yourself safe sure does sound nice. You can do it, right? (You can’t,  but you don’t know that yet)

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[valeskafics]

"He's All That" Chapter One: An Offer - Michael Gavey x Popular!Reader

a/n: chapter one of one of my two new michael series. this chapter is short as it's more of an intro, but subsequent ones will be longer 🥰🥰🥰💕

Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five (End)

Summary: Circumstances cause you to look for help in the last place you expect.

TW: profanity, innuendo, she/her pronouns, afab reader

Word Count: 1,500 words

Rating: 18+, MDNI

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Saltburn characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are never required but are immensely appreciated ❤️

F is, on its own, a rather innocuous letter.

However, when it’s written in bright red across your most recent physics exam, with a “see me after class” penned beneath it, you realize you have cause for worry. You drag your feet over to Professor Baumann’s desk once he dismisses the other students, a miserable expression on your face as your friends begin to file out of the room. He tells you that, if you want to pass his class, you must absolutely get an A on your final exam. No ifs, buts, or maybes. He suggests that you seek out the help of one of the more successful students in the class, naming a few off.

As you exit the lecture hall, sullen and ready to go back to your dorm and have a good cry, you’re approached by none other than your ex boyfriend, Felix. You scowl at the smug smile plastered across his face.

“Why so down, babe?” Felix chuckles, moving to wrap an arm around your shoulder which you quickly dodge, “Oooh, touchy.”

“Fuck off, I don’t have time for you today,” you say primly, continuing to walk, “I have to study.”

“Since when have you ever cared about your grades?” Felix scoffs, sauntering after you as the two of you make your way toward the cafeteria, “People like us don’t need to worry about things like that.”

And that, right there, is exactly why Felix is an ex. Both of you were born into the lap of luxury, a silver spoon in your mouths from your infancy. And Felix decided to make that his whole personality. You scowl, continuing to walk, clutching your physics textbook to your chest, scanning the cafeteria for an empty table, not feeling up to socializing at the moment, especially with your ex boyfriend. Felix doesn’t take the hint, however, and continues annoying you with his incessant questioning about why the two of you broke up, why you won’t just get back together with him, how as the two best looking first-years at Oxford, you belong together. He’s like an annoying mosquito, one you want to swat away but can never quite catch.

“I’m seeing someone new,” you blurt out, “So, yeah. That’s why I don’t want to get back with you. Ever.”

Felix narrows his eyes, pursing his lips in that way you used to find adorable but right now makes you want nothing more than to punch him in the face, “Oh? Who the fuck is it? Some fucker on the tennis team? Is it someone in Bullingdon? I swear to God-”

“Michael Gavey.”

You don’t know why that’s the name you choose to blurt out, but you see Felix’s face drain of color as he repeats, “Michael. Gavey. The fucking nerd with the crunchy bars? That’s who you dumped me for?”

“No, I dumped you for you,” you say primly, “I’m dating him for him. Now, if you’ll excuse me, Felix, I have a test to study for.”

You know you have to talk to Michael sooner or later. You have to get him onboard with your plan. This could really be beneficial for the pair of you. He gets to ride on the coattails of your popularity, you get a passing grade in physics and you get that dumb fuck Felix off of your back. Where is the downside? You fail to see one. 

You see him sitting at one of the tables in the library, by himself - no big surprise there. His personality is quite off-putting. You watch as he gnaws away at one of those crunchy bars like a baby dinosaur, wrinkling your nose. But desperate times call for desperate measures. You know he probably thinks of you as some vapid popular girl, but you’re going to convince him to help you, and by extension, himself. You plaster a bright smile on your face and walk toward him, straightening out your cream colored Ralph Lauren sweater, adjusting your Prada headband. You take a seat opposite him, extending an arm.

“Hello, Michael. I believe we’re in physics together.”

He stares at your hand for a long moment, then at you. Unblinking. God, you feel so sure that this guy probably has some sort of sex torture dungeon back at home. You pull your hand back, resting it on your lap as you stare at him, waiting for some sort of acknowledgment. He says your name as some shitty form of greeting. Doesn’t this guy have any fucking manners? You nod, not surprised that he knows who you are. Felix Catton’s ex, the rich girl, you’ve earned all sorts of monikers in your brief first month at Oxford.

“That’s me,” you say, keeping that same polite smile plastered across your face, sweat beading at your temples from nervousness, “So, I was wondering. Baumann’s physics class. You’re the top student and I am, decidedly, not.” You pause, meeting his gaze, wanting to slap that stupid smirk off his face, “I’m really struggling with some of the concepts, and-”

“Let me guess. You want me to do your assignments for you,” Michael scoffs, “That is so fucking typical of you ‘popular’ ones. Pathetic is what it is.”

“No,” you cut him off sharply, “I don’t want you to do my assignments for me. I want you to tutor me so that I get an A on the final and pass the class on my own merit.”

Michael raises an eyebrow, “Surely it would just be easier to pay someone to pass the test for you.”

You scowl, “Look, are you going to fucking tutor me or not, Michael?”

He looks you up and down and you don’t miss the way his gaze lingers on your tits, “What’s in it for me?” Michael asks, crossing his legs.

You take a sharp breath before replying, “You get invited to all the most important parties for the rest of the term. And I’ll pretend to be your girlfriend. Instant clout boost for you.”

Michael arches a brow, “So you’re saying that I get to spend everyday with you, get all the attention and popularity and glory associated with dating the top girl in the campus. I don’t have to worry about the actual relationship part, just the fun bits. And all I have to do is tutor you?”

You nod before narrowing your eyes, “If by fun bits, you think I’m going to shag you, that’s absolutely not going to happen, but otherwise, yes. Essentially.”

He rolls his eyes before questioning, “Okay. So what’s the downside?”

“Pardon?”

“What. Is. The. Downside?”

“There is none,” you say, “You get the perfect fake girlfriend and enough popularity to last you the rest of your time at Oxford. I get a passing grade in Baumann’s class. The term ends, and we part ways as unlikely friends, free to go on with our lives.” Michael stares at you for a moment, squinting as he tries to figure you out, size you up. That’s when you add, “And we get to piss off Felix. Added bonus, right?”

“Hm,” Michael pauses before nodding, “Okay. I’m in. But there’s a condition.”

You want to punch him so fucking badly.

Your eye twitches with annoyance, your patience wearing thin as you question through gritted teeth, “And what condition is that, Michael?”

He smirks at you, the self-righteous little shit, before declaring, “My one condition is that whenever we’re in public, you have to act like you are head over heels for me. Not just a regular couple. I want you obnoxiously hanging off my arm, showering me with physical affection, a few pet names are absolutely essential. And you have to kiss me. On the mouth. At least once a day.”

“Ugh, fine,” you scowl, “No tongue though.”

Michael’s jaw drops, “Hey! Where’d the attitude come from? What’s wrong with a little bit of tongue here and there?”

“I’m not making out with you, Michael,” you say dryly, “Closed mouth, one peck per day, in full view of the other students.”

He shakes his head, “No, if we’re going to be convincing, you have to play the part. All the way through. And that means a little tonsil hockey here and there.”

“No. Tongue. Take it or leave it,” you say, crossing your arms, drawing his attention to your cleavage, “Ball’s in your court, Michael.”

He bites his lip, eyes darting to your chest before he pouts, “Fine. Whatever. No tongue. For now.”

You give him an annoyed glare, “Can you stop staring at my tits? I know they’re fantastic, but I’m feeling a bit objectified here.”

Michael looks at you with a dirty little smirk, and once again you are nearly overwhelmed by the need to punch him as he replies in a feigned apologetic tone, “I’m sorry, can’t help it. I am only human after all. Anyways, shall we get to our first tutoring session?”

“God, you’re horny for a nerd,” you mumble, “Fine, we have a deal.”

#michael gavey x reader #michael gavey x you #michael gavey smut #michael gavey fic #michael gavey #ewan mitchell #saltburn fanfiction #saltburn fic #michael gavey fanfic #ewan nation #my writing #he's all that fic

[etoiile]

CLINGY

starring suna rintaro!

synopsis: when suna pushes your hug off of him, it makes an insecurity grow.

notes: first time writing for hq! def very very ooc for him but wtv im working on it

your possibly biggest fear ever was being annoyingly clingy.

your main love language was physical touch, and you had a very clear way of showing your love and affection. any one of your friends could easily say, "yep, they're really clingy," because you were. you'd greet them excitedly with a hug, cuddle with them during movies, and sling an arm over their shoulders when sitting next to each other.

you knew that you were clingy, and it didn't bother you much. no one around you seemed to dislike it and you knew yourself how much you'd like it if someone paid that much attention to you. you felt most loved when you felt seen, and having someone shower you in hugs made you feel that way, so you did it to other people, to show them how special they were to you.

one of the things that came with being clingy, however, was fear. fear that even though it was something you knew you'd appreciate, it was something annoying to others. the last thing you ever wanted was for someone to find you annoying to be around. that sounded like an absolute nightmare.

so, when you surprised rin with a backhug and he stood there, not reciprocating your hug, and then gently shoved you off, telling you he wasn't in a good mood, not to bother him, and to please, "stop being like a fucking mosquito clinging onto him all the time," you could feel your body trembling as you quickly retreated, tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

when he later apologized to you, telling you he was sorry for lashing out at you, you accepted his apology, but the insecurity still lingered.

----

suna was in a great mood.

he'd done really well at practice today, they got let out early enough that the sun was still out and shining, and he practically skipped home at the thought of coming home to your arms.

he unlocked the front door and yelled an, "i'm home," as he pulled his shoes off and set his bag down. you came over to greet him and he found his body tingling with excitement, ready to grab onto you and hold you tight.

"welcome home, rin," you smiled warmly at him, but then turned around and went back to your laptop. he stood there, dumbfounded. what just happened?

he followed you suspiciously, wondering what was going on. you always greeted him with a hug. always. why were you being different today? had you simply forgotten? no, it doesnt work like that. you didn't forget, you chose not to. why?

"...is everything ok?" he asked hesitantly. you didn't seem to be in a bad mood, so why were you acting weird?

you looked up at him, confused. "yeah? why, is something wrong?"

"yeah." he replied, plopping down next to you. "with you."

you frowned, your heart beginning to beat faster. first, you had stopped yourself from throwing your arms around him, which you so desperately wanted to do, in order to be less annoying, but there was still something wrong? what did you do? how were you still annoying him?

"...what do you mean?" you asked, trying your best to mask the nervousness in your voice. you really, really, really didn't want to be annoying. you wanted to be someone rin wanted to be around, not someone who pissed him off when he spent time with you. you really did want to work on the things he didn't like, and improve yourself for him. you braced yourself for what he might say next, reminding yourself that you can't cry just because someone brings up an issue about you.

"you didn't give me 'welcome home' hug." he muttered a little sheepishly, rubbing the bag of his neck. he looked up at you, his hazel eyes making your body feel like jelly. "did i do something wrong?"

you could feel your lower lip trembling as you tried to stop it. "..no! no, of course not. i just...thought that after what you...said yesterday, you'd want some space! i know im clingy, so im gonna work on it, ok?" you mustered out, trying to keep a smile on your face.

suna's eyes widened. he'd lashed out at you yesterday, but he'd apologized for it already, so he thought that meant you knew he didn't mean it. plus, you two were people who joked around a lot and spewed random shit all the time. he knew you knew that, so he didn't think it was on your mind and he didn't think you you thought what he said was true, because it wasn't. at all.

though, seeing as how you were struggling to keep it together, and how you hadn't welcomed him home with a hug for the first time since moving in together, he realized his words had cut deeper than he realized.

"hey," he turned to completely face you. "look at me." he gently guided your chin to meet his eyes, as you were apparently very keen on looking everywhere but him, and forced you to look at him.

"what i said last night... i didn't mean it. at all. you know i love your affection, right? i was just in a bad, bad mood yesterday, and 'm real sorry i lashed out at you because of it. i know i might be shit at expressing it right, but i love you and your clingy ass so much, and i'm sorry if it didn't seem that way. i love your touch and affection, really."

and with that, all of the fear came rushing out of you in the form of tears, and you jumped onto rin as you held him tight, your heart soaring in relief when he did the same. embarrassed to be seen, you buried your face in his chest and just sniffled silently.

"...you really mean it?"

"yeah,"

"it's not annoying? 'coz i want you to tell me if it is, and i'll work on it. really."

"it's not,"

"...you're sure?"

"i'm sure."

you then wiped your tears and giggled as you peppered his neck with kisses, laughing more when he scrunched up from the ticklish sensation.

"i love you," you said, stopping your flurry of kisses for a minute.

he gave you a boyish grin that made you melt and ran his hand through your hair. "i love you too, doll."

𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐈𝐈𝐋𝐄 ©𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 please do not copy or repost my work on any other site. interactions appreciated! 🤍

#ami writes 💌 #this is ... kind of bad HAHAHA #first hq fic so im working on it! #wrote this js to get the juices flowing coz im having a hard time w my rqs #trust my next hq work will be better. promise!! #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu drabbles #suna fluff #suna x reader #suna drabble #suna imagines

[ludwig-van-gaythoven]

Cabin Fever - (Regina George x F Reader) Part 5

Fandom;

Mean Girls (2024)

Pairings:

Regina George x Reader

Summary:

The students of Northshore go on a school trip for a week in the forest. You end up getting to know the apex predator in a way you’d never seen her before.

Warnings;

Underage smoking, underage drinking, Claustrophobia, homophobia mention

Parts;

Part1// Part 2// Part 3// Part 4// Part 5

“Why the fuck is Regina in your room? Why are you even speaking to her? Dude! Fucking answer me!”

Janis’s voice is so loud down the tiny phone speaker that it makes it buzz like an annoying little mosquito.

You scowl and resist the creeping urge to hang up, and throw your phone far far away, maybe off a cliff. You click the volume down and try and muffle the sound of Janis ranting down the speaker by shoving the receiver deep into your pocket, but it’s too late.

Regina has already left. Her bedsheets are left thrown back and crumpled, she usually fixes the blankets back to perfection so she clearly left in a hurry.

You grab your jacket with a huff and stomp outside the cabin to stand in your usual smoking spot and light a much needed cigarette before putting the phone up to you ear.

Janis is still yelling, finishing a sentence you didn’t hear the start of. Some accusation about alliances with the enemy.

“Fucking hell, Janis! It’s not that big of a deal!” You finally snap.

The phone goes silent. It’s a welcome break but you know she’ll start up again.

“Yeah sure, my best friend suddenly being pals with Regina George, not a big deal.” She snarks. “Can I just remind you, that bitch nearly ruined my life! Is that why you’re ignoring my calls? Because you’re too busy becoming plastic?”

You sigh. “It’s not like that.”

That’s true. You haven’t been morphed into some sort of Barbie doll all of a sudden just because you spent some time with Regina. To be truthful, you realise Regina isn’t really like that either. She’s a little messy, she’s flawed, but you think she’s more perfect like that. Your face softens slightly at the memory of yesterday, her mascara dripping down her cheeks with a big grin plastered on her face. She wears a fake mask to protect anyone from seeing her real personality. You get it. It’s easier to take a rejection when you haven’t really shown your true identity.

Your heart aches to defend her. To tell Janis to back off, but you can’t. She wouldn’t understand.

“Look, she got roomed with me because she got drunk with Gretchen and Karen on the first night so the teachers wanted to split them up.” You explain as calmly as you can while your blood boils beneath the surface.

“So why didn’t you think to mention this when I called last?” She snaps back. She’s caught you there.

“Because I knew you’d go all revenge-crazed and pissed off like this!” You shout back. You hear Janis scoff.

“Whatever, I don’t give a shit about Regina. She literally means nothing to me! Less than nothing, I just want to see that bitch suffer-“

“Then why can’t you stop talking about her!” As soon as the words leave your mouth you regret them.

“Fuck you, man.” She doesn’t even give you a second before hanging up.

You take a long draw of the cigarette that’s spent most of its time burning away between your fingers. You felt guilty about arguing with Janis, she’d been your best friend since the start of high school, and you could still see the pain that Regina had caused was still playing on her. You didn’t know the full details but you knew that Regina had outed her in a cruel way and made her out to be obsessed just so she could be with a boy. But that was a while ago, people can change.

So why hadn’t you been able to tell her that you liked girls when she hinted at it? You couldn’t even trust her fully.

You couldn’t help your mind wandering to where Regina might be. That seems to be all you can think about recently. Regina. You never fell for her Queen Bee attitude, high school drama was boring to you, you’d rather steer clear of it. But this new, playful, carefree side to her? You couldn’t get enough of.

She’s probably snuck off to meet Gretchen and Karen. You were surprised that she’d actually followed rules for once and not gone to meet them yet. Was it because you had been there with her instead? She said last night that she had enjoyed hanging out with you.

How much of the phone call had she heard before she left?

You light another cigarette. It’s not like you to chain smoke like this but you can’t help it when you’re stressed. The smoke whirls out in front of you, lines of wispy grey entangle and then disappear in-front of your eyes.

You head back inside the cabin when you’re done. Regina still isn’t back.

You lift your bedsheets ready to try unsuccessfully to get some sort of rest and find tiny pieces of paper, shredded on your mattress. It’s the drawing Regina took.

She clearly heard more than she was meant to.

You brush it onto the floor, not bothering to collect the tiny scraps, that felt more like little broken pieces of your soul.

When you finally close your eyes you’re back in the clearing. This time you don’t feel afraid and you automatically start scanning the shadows between the trees. A pair of blue eyes catch yours, as usual, but as soon as you take a step forward,the big cat slinks back into the shadows and disappears.

When you wake up, Regina still isn’t back. Your stomach sinks. She probably won’t want to speak to you ever again, you won’t even get a chance to explain.

You know you have to be up and ready in 20 minutes but you don’t want to get out of bed, or risk bumping into Regina.

It’s pretty hot outside and you’re not sure what the activity will be today so you put on a black tank and some loose khaki trousers. Regina must have been back when you were asleep because her bed is made and her cupboard door is left open.

When you go over to the campfire pit, she is already there. She’s standing around with the usual two girls but she’s also next to Shane Oman.

That makes you nauseous. He’s grinning and so obviously checking Regina out.

She starts running her hand up and down his bicep and over his chest, giggling and leaning into him. He’s loving it and has a hand around her waist. You turn around so you don’t have to look at whatever show they’re putting on.

It feels like she’s doing it just to spite you.

Seeing her that close to him makes your stomach knot with jealousy, it shouldn’t, it’s not like you’re together.

“Okay everyone listen up! Today and tomorrow are the last days of camp, so you will be hiking and setting up your own camp for tonight. This will combine all of the skills you have learnt this week!” There’s a dull chatter of excitement as maps are passed around and people start getting into groups.

You secretly hoped you’d be paired in cabin groups so Regina might actually hear you out and stop being so pissed off. It would get her away from Shane too.

Much to your annoyance, you’re told you have to pair up with Regina, Gretchen, Karen and Shane because apparently it’s unsafe to go alone.

You’d actually rather be eaten by a bear.

Each group is given a tent, you’re given two, the teachers tell you Shane has to stay in one separately but you know that won’t happen. You’re hoping you can just keep that tent for yourself. You’re also given other supplies like cooking utensils, scissors, a mallet, rope etc.

Shane offers to carry both tents in a pitiful attempt to seem strong and manly. Regina plays straight into it and makes a big deal out of grabbing Shane’s hand and feeling his arms.

It makes you roll your eyes. You’re sure you see the corners of Regina’s lips curve in a smirk.

You end up carrying one of the tents anyway, it’s pretty heavy but at least it gives you an excuse to stay at the back of the group, it’s not like you’ll have anything to talk to them about.

Regina walks in-front of you with Karen and Gretchen on one side, and Shane on the other. You’re pretty sure everyone has forgotten your existence, apart from Regina perhaps.

She’s wearing a black crop top and baby pink mini skirt, it makes being behind the group kind of worth it.

After about 2 hours you get to a dead end, there’s a large rock ledge with a few crude dips for you to put your hands and feet to climb up. There are thick shrubs either side to stop anyone going around. This must be what they meant by testing the skills you’d learnt.

Regina goes up first, Shane is standing almost directly underneath her and is grinning to himself. It makes your stomach turn. She climbs up easily, and stands with her arms folded impatiently when she gets to the top.

Shane goes up next, again making a big deal of being so manly, he practically jumps from one step to re other up the ledge. It makes you cringe. He looks more like an ape.

Regina catches your expression and as soon as he’s up she’s all over him again. Is this some sort of punishment? But why would she be trying to make you jealous that way?

You go up last. It’s not too high so you’re not really afraid.

“Don’t fall, loser.” Regina spits and the whole group burst out laughing.

It stings but you ignore it and carry on walking behind them once you reach the top. Whatever she’s trying to do, to get under your skin, to piss you off, you’re not going to give her the satisfaction.

You notice Shane’s hand sneak down from her waist towards her ass and Regina visibly stiffens and moves away slightly.

Soon enough you come to a small opening in the rocks, must be the second challenge. Even from behind you see Regina tense up. It’s just a narrow crawl space that likely pops out quickly on the other side. There’s a wall of rock that seems impossible to climb that looks to go on for a while either side.

Shane goes through first, followed by Gretchen and Karen.

“I’m not fucking doing that.” Regina huffs once it’s just the two of you, raising her hands. “I’ll walk around.”

“It looks like you’ll be walking for a while.” You try and reason, but she’s already started walking.

“I’ll come with you.” You’re not sure why you offer. The suns setting slightly and you don’t like the idea of Regina going alone. Even if it is just a few minutes to walk around the obstacle.

You follow behind in silence as she walks along the rock wall, thinking about all the things you wish you could say. I’m sorry about what Janis said, I don’t agree with her. I like hanging out with you, I think you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever met, inside and out.

You want to reach out and take her hand like she was doing with Shane, especially since now you know how soft she is.

You want to gently cup her face and kiss her, feel her soft lips and be intoxicated by her warm vanilla scent. You want to ask her on a date, maybe go to the movies, take her for a nice dinner, kiss her on the front porch.

All the things she’s probably done, or will do with Shane.

It feels like you’re walking for ages, it’s quite a lot darker than when you started. Regina keeps a quick pace ahead of you. Her face fixed in a permanent scowl.

You finally turn the corner and see the entrance to the small cave.

Nobody is there, they’ve left. How long did it even take you to walk round anyway?

“What the FUCK.” She screams. It’s so loud you swear you see birds scattering off their branches. “What bitches!”

She growls and flops down, sitting on a fallen tree trunk. You can see a glimmer of hurt and confusion in her eyes.

“It’s getting dark. We have one of the tents , we should set up some kind of camp.” You say, dropping the tent bag on the floor.

“Whatever. I’m not helping though.” She huffs. You don’t bother arguing, you can tell she’s hurt and you don’t want to make things worse.

You unzip the tent bag and start pulling out poles. There are no instructions and all of the poles look identical. You start arranging them in a way that sort of resembles a tent, you bend the long metal pole and try to force it into a fabric sleeve of the tent material, you think it’s secure and let go but it pings back up with such a force that the whole structure jumps. You leap back, the metal projectile misses your face by millimetres.

Regina’s watching you with an amused expression. It makes you blush. At least she’s in a better mood.

After about an hour of wrestling with tent fabric and poles, you’ve made a structure. You’re not sure if you can call it a tent, or if it’ll stay up but it provides some cover.

As night draws close it gets significantly colder so you collect some wood and dry grass for a small fire. Luckily you always carry your lighter so it was simple enough to start. Both you and Regina sit opposite sides of the fire, on the floor, the smoke isn’t as thick as the silence between you.

You dig around in your bag, hoping that maybe you packed some supplies from the bag the teachers gave you. The others must have most of the food and cooking equipment.

You did pack one thing

Marshmallows.

You hold the bag up to Regina who giggles and finds two thin sticks for you to roast them on over the fire. Neither of you speak still as you hold the stick, turning it every now and then.

You remember one other thing you packed secretly in your bag, you rifle through again and pull out a small hip flask of vodka and take a swig. With no mixer, the liquid burns all the way down to your stomach, you offer it to Regina who grimaces but takes the flask.

You sit for a while, toasting Marshmallows and passing the hip flask back and forth before one of you is buzzed enough to speak.

“You and Shane make a good couple.” You’re not sure why you even say it, you don’t think that at all. Regina seems tense around him and you’re pretty sure he’s only after one thing.

“I know.” She responds flatly. It’s unconvincing.

You swallow another dreadful mouthful of vodka. It feels like willingly swallowing paint thinner.

“Why did you screw over Janis?”

Her brows furrow, she reaches for the flask and takes a drink. That was definitely the wrong thing to say but the vodka makes words tumble out before your brain has a chance to screen them.

“I don’t know.” She shrugs. “I guess you think I’m a bad person.” She doesn’t meet your gaze and her tone sounds defeated and a little ashamed.

“ I don’t.” You say quickly. “You must have had a reason.”

“Yeah… I did.” She sighs.

You decide not to push it any further.

“Are you looking forward to camp being over?” You decide to try and divert the conversation.

“Not really, there’s not as much pressure here to perform. I don’t like being a bitch you know, it’s just school, it’s survival of the fittest.” She starts “Out here I feel free. I actually miss middle school, I wish I never went to that party, or kissed Janis. I’m sick of everyone thinking I’m fake, nobody treats me like an actual person.”

She looks up at the night sky, a small tear running down her cheek, catching the moonlight which makes it look like a diamond.

“Being with you has felt free.”

Your heart skips a beat. You’re not sure if it’s the alcohol but you get the courage to go and sit next to her. You gently put your arm around her shoulders and she relaxes into you.

You fit together like a puzzle.

You look up and scan the stars with your eyes and find what you’re looking for. You point up to 3 stars in a row.

“There’s Orion’s Belt. Those 3 stars are several times bigger than the sun, and they burn tens of thousands of times brighter.”

Her gaze falls to where you’re pointing.

“It kind of reminds me of you, Karen and Gretchen.” Regina laughs at this. “You shine brighter than anyone else at the school. I know what you mean about just trying to survive, just try not to burn so bright you burn out. You’re perfect enough as you are.”

She sighs, her hand is on your lap now and you struggle to concentrate on the stars.

“And that one sort of looks like a lion” You point up again, Orion’s Belt is the only one you recognise. Luckily this makes her giggle more.

She lifts her head at the same time you turn. She’s so close you can see the stars reflecting in her eyes. In this moment you realise you have two options.

A look of hesitation crosses her face and she starts to pull away.

You make a sudden, probably stupid decision.

As soon as your lips meet you see stars explode behind your eyelids. Her lips are just as soft as you imagined, it takes a second before she’s kissing you back. Her hands reach up and tangle in your hair. It’s gentle and rough all at the same

You pull away. “ I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t-“

She cuts you off with another quick, soft kiss.

“I’m tired, I’m going to sleep.” She says, standing and walking over to the tent which is shockingly still standing.

You’re left, sitting on the ground next to the now dwindling fire, kept warm by the redness in your cheeks. You pull out a cigarette and light it on the smouldering fire.

The star lion in the sky beams down at you.

#wlw #mean girls 2024 #regina george #regina george fanfic #regina george x reader #regina george x you #mean girls #mean girls fanfic #renee rapp #cabin fever

[blazeball]

ultrabugs..................

my opinions are correct

v1

this one is fully based off looks. and well. of course the mosquito aspect too. they're beautifully blue and annoying quick bloodsucking things. v1 has the soul of a mosquito. lets move on

gabriel

look at this beautiful thing... when gabriel's soul entered the world it should have been a wasp. but god said No. Be the most fucked up angel. anyway i think all the angels are bald faced hornets. living in a big buzzing colony that viciously defends what they consider to be their territory. gabriel is the prettiest bald faced hornet though

minos

ORCHID MANTIS! beautiful. regal. has that kind of color scheme going on. i really feel like this explains itself. it was between this and a butterfly, which like, could have worked? but i feel like the mantis is more dignified. does that make sense?

sisyphus

VELVET ANT!!!!!!!! FUCK YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! one of the harshest stings of any insect. a wingless wasp. i feel like these things embody sisyphus' deadly drive. plus they're fuzzy. and red

v2

BIGGER! BADDER! FASTER! STRONGER! elephant mosquitos (larva) prey on OTHER mosquitos! v2 wishes it could eat v1 and be proven the best

ferryman

kicks a rock across the ground... is a water strider too basic a pick for them... its pretty fitting... okay fine they can be a giant water bug

kitr

weevil 192

#ultrakill #i have more for the other smaller enemies but this is what i have the brain for rn #quincy.txt #inverts #bugs

[megumishotgf]

cabin holiday with bf! katsuki

summary: going on a cabin vacation with your pro-hero boyfriend, katsuki.

warnings: some nsfw content (like three sentences detailing sex) oopsie

masterlist

thinking about renting a cabin in the middle of nowhere with katsuki. he sustained a injury during a difficult mission a few weeks ago and the hero commission insisted he couldn’t come back yet. you know how damn impatient your boyfriend is - he is itching to get back to his job. he physically cannot function without a routine. staying in bed all day? not a chance in hell.

you suggest going away with katsuki for the final week of his time off. he agrees because what the hell else is he supposed to do with his time? also, he can’t say no to you. he feels like a fucking caveman for the first few days because there’s no internet. he’s always complaining.

“y/n, the hell did you bring me to this dump for?”

“you’re annoying. no, i’m not going to a damn spa!”

“there’s nothing to fucking do here. guess we’re going to have to fuck all day.”

but he settles in quickly. katuski is the perfect housewife. he cooks three meals a day for you, makes sure the fireplace is stocked on wood, makes sure the windows are closed so you don’t get those damn mosquitos inside… and, of course, he will act as if it’s the worst thing ever but he loves being able to take care of you. even if you insist it’s his time to rest, you know he hates being kept still and having nothing to do.

as katsu said, you have sex all the time. in front of the fireplace, in the shower, in the hot tub, on the kitchen counters… any surface there is, he wants you bent over it and begging for it.

on the second day, you decide to go on a hike around the cabin. you’re surrounded by tall forestland. the earthy air smells so good in places like this. you can hear birds singing sweet songs, branches crackling underneath your feet and… katsuki’s beautifully gruff voice. careful, dumb ass! do you want to fall over and die?

he’s concerned (terrified) that you’ll run into a bear but you tell him he’s just being silly. although if you were to encounter one, they would definitely feel threatened by your angry spiky-haired boyfriend who constantly looks like he’s about to throw hands.

remember the spa you mentioned? the one katsuki refused to go to? after some convincing and head he agrees to go. but never for a massage. he doesn’t want anyone’s damn hands on him but yours. you spend time in the sauna, the pool and finish the day with manicures. of course, katsuki gets one nail painted to match the pretty colour on yours. afterwards, you’re glowing radiantly and he can visibly see you more relaxed. he notes to agree next time you suggest having a spa day.

the next morning, it’s beautifully sunny. the weather is uplifting and you wake up earlier than usual to start your day, the golden hues all around the cabin making you feel energised. katsuki has already gotten up to do a quick work-out (he won’t listen to you when you reprimand him about his injury). you suggest going out for a bike ride to appreciate the beautiful day.

on your bike journey, you drive past a field full of flowers. there’s lawns of wild flowers growing and swaying gently in the wind. you’ll stop to collect some. katsuki will take one of the daisies you picked up and tuck it behind your ear. my pretty baby, he’ll call you. your heart swells at his softness. you love seeing this side of him. the special side reserved only for you to see.

on your final day, you and katsuki decide to stay in the cabin and relax. it’s colder today, despite the sunny weather you had just the day before. katsu makes you your favourite breakfast. yeah, yeah brat. i didn’t make this for you. but of course he did. he always makes sure you’re eating well. he can’t keep his hands off you normally, but today he seems to be unable to let go of you.

the day ends in fucking great sex. katsuki is so touchy today and makes you feel so loved and desired. he’s got his hands all over you, his cock making sure to hit all your favourite spots. after prepping you with his fingers and mouth, obviously. and he drags it on so long until you’re begging for him to get to it. but he just wants to savour you and this moment. you’re so pretty. his pretty girl.

he’ll end the day confessing he’s going to miss this. and it hits you then that’s why he’s being so touchy. you’ll make an ‘aw’ sound because your boyfriend is so freaking cute. he scoffs when you call him that, though. katsuki gets back to work shortly after you come home. he’ll think of the night you fucked in front of the fireplace often and it’ll get him so noticeably hard.

#mha x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugo x you #bakugo smut

[maybankswhore]

𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇 𝐎𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐄.

pairing: jj maybank x fem!reader

summary: it was just a silly , childhood game of truth or dare— until it wasn’t.

Getting high at 12am with JJ had become a normal occurrence now. Both of you had trouble sleeping most nights , and mindless conversation and joints were always the remedy.

The first night he had caught you outside , sitting on the back porch with your eyes lower than anything he’d ever seen before— just staring , he had burst out into laughter , demanding you scoot over and share so he could join you.

Ever since then , it had become habitual.

Tonight was no different. Though this time , the two of you were side by side on the hammock. It swung the both of you back and forth gently , smoke circling around you and keeping the mosquitoes at bay. Your head grazed his shoulder , leaning on it but not by much.

“I’m bored.” JJ sighed , breaking the comfortable silence. JJ was a chatterbox when he was high , but so were you so you didn’t mind too much.

“Well what do you want to do about it?” You challenged.

JJ hummed before scooting to sit up , forcing you to copy his actions so the both of you wouldn’t be folding over in the net. “Let’s play a game.”

You groaned.

“Hey! We never play games anymore.” JJ defended. He had a boyish grin on his face as he nudged you. “It’ll be fun. Like old times.”

Old times. Those times seemed for far away now. Everything had changed so fast and you grew up before you even realized that you were seventeen now with your last year of high school approaching.

The memory of playing little light hearted games with John B and JJ when the three of you were all so much smaller and naive crossed your mind for the first time in a long time , and you smiled back warmly. “Okay fine. What game?”

JJ tapped his cheek as he thought. His mind was still hazy , taking one last puff of the joint before passing it to you to finish it off. “Truth or dare.”

The thought of having to get up and complete some dare made you groan loudly and throw your head back. “Ugh , but that’s like so much work.”

“You’re so fucking lazy and annoying!” JJ shoved at you again making you giggle at his tone of voice.

You put your hands up in defense. “But! Okay.”

JJ flashed you his infamous smirk. The one you’d seen millions of times , in millions of situations. And yet , it still made your cheeks dust pink.

You were thankful it was night time and it couldn’t be picked up by the moonlight. “You first.” Clearing your throat to change the subject and distract yourself. Something you had become a pro at. “Truth or dare , JJ?”

Pretending to think , he looked over at you with wild eyes. “Dare.”

Inwardly groaning and complaining to yourself , you tried to think of what to get him to do. There wasn’t much you could think of with your mind in the clouds and your anxiety scratching the back of your neck with JJ’s eyes directly on you.

“Um— I dare you to take Pope’s textbook over there and hide it somewhere.” You motioned over the book Pope had forgotten about earlier.

JJ started giggling as he got up to do it. The image of Pope’s face and how worried he was going to be in the morning gave him that mischievous feeling he was itching for. You watched him in your own laughter as he grabbed it , pacing around back and forth for a solild two minutes before stashing it behind a random bush. “You better remember where you put that tomorrow morning.” You reminded him.

“Oh I know.” JJ cackled and returned back to his place at the hammock. “He’ll start crying if I don’t.”

“Hey now! Pope’s just a sensitive person.” You defended your friend with a pout.

“Yeah like you.”

“I’m not sensitive!” You gasped.

JJ scoffed. “Oh please! You cried yesterday because I stomped on a sand crab.”

Your eye’s turned into slits remembering it. Your heart had hurt so badly for the little crab and JJ and John B were laughing hysterically about it. Fortunately , JJ had done barely any damage and you could watch it scurry away and bury itself back into the sand. Now you were just irritated about it. “That was actually so evil of you.”

“It was fine!” JJ sighed heavily and dropped back onto the hammock beside you. Lazily dropping his head onto your shoulder , the high relaxing him. “Anyways , truth or dare?”

Trying to focus on the game and not your heart beating crazily out of your chest by JJ’s hair brushing against your cheeks , you cleared your throat. “Um— truth.”

“Why won’t you tell me you like me already?” JJ’s voice was just above a whisper. His own palms getting nervous. He could hear your heart beat whilst leaning on your shoulder , he could see the blush on your cheeks when he’d grab at your hair and tug it or when his fingers intertwined with yours. As much as Kiara tried telling him you had feelings for him , he could never be sure. But JJ loved being around you. He loved staying up all night , laughing and talking about absolutely nothing but everything at the same time. He adored you and tonight was just another night of him loving you. It was a mix of the weed’s ability to calm his nerves , and the burning in his chest that would make him errupt into flames if he didn’t say anything.

Your mouth became dry at his question. You blinked trying to sober up a complete thought , thrown off by the sudden change in the atmosphere. It was no longer light hearted , but dense. Nothing was said but there was still so much to say and talk about. JJ sat up straight to look at you. His eyes studied your face that was now burning pink , unable to look up and make eye contact.

“I— uh , I don’t know—” you nervously stumbled over your words. Swirls in your tummy as you picked at your fingernails.

“Do you?” JJ asked again. Daring his hand to lightly grab your shoulder , thumbs rubbing the blade comfortingly. “Because I like you , Y/N. I like you alot and I want to know if you feel the same way.”

You said nothing , trying to keep up with the hundreds of things running in your head. The feeling of JJ’s hands on you eased some of the nerves making you seem sick. Pursing your lips , you took a deep breath before looking at him , finally.

“Truth or dare.” You asked him lowly. You scooted closer to him , snaking an arm forward.

“Dare.”

“Kiss me.” You breathed , trying to shake off the nerves. You felt as though you were going to burst , suddenly feeling hot.

JJ grinned. “We are so going to be that cheesy , annoying couple everyone hates.” He told you giggling to himself before cupping your cheek and connecting his lips with yours. Eye’s fluttering closed as he melted into your kiss. A satisfied sigh leaving your mouth.

“Definitely will be.”

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✧ cat and mouse ✧ 5.5k, m

fucking prick, you had scoffed, taking a sip of your iced soy latte. it wasn't often you let your anger get to you, but with chan sitting in front of you with your friend, saying something dumb about how you tripped this morning, you were about to crack.

pairing: bangchan x afab!reader (no pronouns mentioned) genre: etl, angst, fluff, humour, smut, non idol!au warnings/other: mentions of drunk sex, alcohol consumption, fingering-r, oral-r, unprotected sex, thicc reader (bc hell yes and you don't gotta be thicc to enjoy this!! i encourage all to read its not overly descriptive), a/n at end

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everything about him annoyed you, his stupid fake laugh, the way he playfully flirted with you and never meant any of it. you were never close to chan by any means; he was a part of your friend group. you had seen him a bunch of times, nothing too familiar, but every time you did meet, he absolutely ripped into you, like a school boy teasing his crush. how fucking mature. he was like a mosquito, buzzing around you and annoying you with every sound. if you had not restrained yourself you would have slapped him like one too.

the first time you had encountered him drunk was about a week ago.

chan was laughing, his arms flailing around as he made some joke about how he wouldn't date you. this added fuel to the fire, the fact that he thought that dating you would be something funny in the first place, amuse in his tone as he gestured to you. he had joked to your friends about how you'd look when you wake up, all puffy and funny to see. and the way your clumsiness would annoy him and how you'd be too hard to keep up with.

your mind pulsing with ideas on how to really annoy him, to get him back for what he was saying.

then again, you were drunk as well.

fuck it, you had thought as you had pushed him into his room by the end of the night, cornering him in the hallway. you had told him you knew what would really piss him off.

the party he had held ending up with both of your clothes on the ground in a drunken fog, whispers of how much he frustrated you between your lips as he let you take control, loving the way you talked down to him and put him in his place.

that morning you had left, not saying a word, gathering your clothes to escape his room. what you hadn't noticed was the forlorn expression on his face when you didn't look back.

-

why you had agreed to go shopping with changbin and chan around a week later, you have no idea. but, you did want a new necklace, though. the one that chan broke on that night in a rush to take your shirt off, was now sitting on your desk at home, sad and unworn. you hadn't spoken to chan about that night, wanting to forget your druken decision. it wasn't like you didn't want to but, what on earth would you say?

a sour expression painted onto your face as you walked beside changbin, chan on the other side. they were talking about some new game changbin wanted to try. you just followed, sipping the last of your coffee as you listened.

"look, didn't you want a new necklace?" changbin had asked, finger pointing to the alternative jewellery store.

unfortunately, there was nothing you really wanted until one specifically stood out to you. a semi-choker silver necklace, small chains hanging from the sides, and two jagged flame knife like ornaments messily placed between. it was perfect. what wasn't perfect was the price.

"three hundred dollars?! yikes."

"yeah, that is pricey." changbin had said, chan coming to his side.

"it is pretty though." chan chimed in, placing his hand on the glass to get a better look. you watched him as he studied the necklace, his bottom lip between his teeth with thought.

"would look better on me than you." he teased.

you sighed, turning on your heel to leave the store. you weren't in the mood for his antics.

"i think i'm gonna go guys, just don't feel the best."

-

two weeks later, you found yourself back at chan's for one of his parties. nobody knows what you were celebrating, but you were enjoying yourself, at least.

there's just less than twenty people there, some people you didn't know. though chan hadn't been in your friend group for long, he definitely seemed to be making his way around the group with his charm, everyone loving him more and more each day. anytime someone talked to you about him, you'd smile and nod. but once they turned their backs you'd be mocking childishly about how great he was.

chan this chan that bler blah bler shut up.

the longer the night goes on the more you find yourself observing chan. his smile is wide, laughing about something. stupid little prick. like a damn thorn in your side.

changbin hands you a beer from behind as he walks past, distracting you from your petty glare.

"so he broke your necklace? how?" hyunjin asks, lips frowning because he knew how much you loved it. it was your favourite.

"ah, he was just messing around." you say, trying to not remember how it really happened.

any time your mind wanders back to that night. the way his hand slipped around your throat, had your body shivering. how he placed kisses onto your throat, how hungry he was.

huh?

pfft, you say to no one, pissing yourself off with where your mind was going.

oh no, you've summoned him with your thoughts.

"what about me?" chan asks, skipping over to interrupt your conversation.

you stretch your lips into a thin line. "ah it's just-"

"how on earth did you break their necklace?" hyunjin says, gesturing towards you.

chan just stares at you, amuse on his face, like he's going to spill the beans. he waits for your response, brows raised.

"we were just play fighting." you say as you take a swig of your beer.

"play fighting?" hyunjin questions, brows raised.

"yeah, something like that." chan says, small proud expression on his face.

an weird silence sits around you, you're not sure of how to continue.

"i didn't think you were that close." hyunjin laughs, standing from the seat.

chan slides next to you on the couch, replacing hyunjin, swinging one of his legs over to your own. "we got really close-"

crack, your hand slams down on chan's thigh, leaving a bright red mark. "shut up."

-

the sound of up beat low-fi music echoes off your walls as you arrive back home.

earlier, chan had happily accepted the offer in trade for helping you make some furniture. changbin had thrown the idea to chan, saying he was better with putting furniture than himself. he was kind of right, chan was currently hyper focused like you had never seen before. his eyes darting back and fourth from the ikea instructions. it's not like you were bad at it, you just wanted someone to be emotional support while you probably made it wrong. but chan had taken over, saying he'd built it before.

you make your way down the hall but as you turn the corner from your kitchen, a little bit too fast, you're met with the door frame.

"ah fuck!" you exclaim, hastily trying to find a place to put the drinks on.

chan chuckles, not even offering a hand to help. "should look where you're going stupid."

you groan, rubbing the offending spot with your free hand. "you're only here because i offered to buy you bubble tea."

chan cheekily grins, getting to his feet to grab the tea, not to console you.

"now," he starts, eyes wide with sarcasm. "that's a door frame, not a door."

he's basically patronising you at this point.

"shut the fuck up, you're so annoying." you say through your teeth, swatting in his direction, he's too fast, zippy like a mouse.

"i'd be rich if i had a dollar for every time you told me to fuck off or shut up." chan laughs, poking out his tongue.

you roll your eyes, placing your drink down on the ground.

"it's the small nails, right?" you ask as you fumble with some nails, half of the packet falling to the floor before you can even lift them.

"yeah, those." chan chuckles, pointing in your direction. totally ignoring the embarrassing mess you made.

it's odd, you were actually getting along, well, in a kind of cat and mouse way. when you had said you were getting a larger bed he had joked about how you'd break it in. at first you thought it was funny, but then realised what he was actually meaning. your slaps were anything but gentle, chan pleading for you to stop.

the two of you finished building the bed in no time, both laying back onto your new mattress in triumph. laughs dance in the air as you talk about how chan had held two of the smaller planks in the curves of his butt cheeks.

"i remember you showed me the chopsticks, but planks? colour me impressed."

"yeah, i've out done myself." he laughs, rolling to face you. "did you end up getting that new necklace?"

"nah," you sigh facing him. "too expensive. i'll keep looking."

chan says nothing, lips pouting in thought.

-

the next morning, you had awoke to a knock at the door.

"who the fuck comes this early?" you had grumbled to yourself, shuffling your bare feet towards the entrance to open the door. when you looked down, you saw a small package, wrapped kind of badly with a note on it. you bent down to pick it up, knees cracking beneath you. it read -

'nah, would look better on you than me.'

"eh?" you said to no one, unwrapping the present to find with that very necklace you had wanted in that store. your fingers ran across the flames, admiring the beauty before you, price tag still in tact.

you're not sure if this was chan apologising, or just another joke. none the less, even if it was a joke you were still going to wear it. it was perfect, and would match with the many silver piercings on your ears.

a vibration startles you, your phone buzzing in your pocket.

'fuck head' the phone chimed, a picture of chan asleep face first on the couch blinking with the phones light.

you hesitantly agree to the video call, probably not your best angle, you think, as you answer it.

"do you like it?" he asks, his hand placing itself behind his head.

"no." you returned dryly, walking back inside, placing it down on the counter. no, you didn't like it, you loved it. "it's okay."

you clear your throat, kind of annoyed by his call. "why are you calling?"

"no reason." he smiles, leaning back against what seems to be his car seat. "thought you'd like it, dude."

"dude." you mock him, pulling a face at the phone.

he laughs, head dipping for a moment. "cute."

ignoring his charm, you sigh. "chan, what do you want? i wanna go back to bed."

"want me to join?" he questions, one brow raising. you're not sure if this is a joke or not, once again, but you're too tired to care.

"whatever."

you watched him sit forward, placing his phone down for a second, before you hear the rustle of his car keys. "i'll see you soon!"

"what?!"

click, chan had ended the phone call. the little shit was waiting in his car the whole time.

-

so this was where you were at, chan in your bed for some unknown reason. you're not doing anything, just laying in silence, covers up to your chin. it's kinda awkward. you feel sleep tugging at your body already.

"what possessed you to actually come to my house? you know we're not that close." you felt the words of honesty leave your lips.

"i unno."

you tut at him, "yeah we fucked once, but we were drunk. you still annoy the shit out of me."

chan laughs, turning onto his side, absolutely making himself at home. "it was good, though. well, from what i remember."

you scoff, turning to face him. "yeah, it was okay."

the look on his face kind of makes your tummy turn, he looks hurt but he tries to cover it with a laugh. "i can make up for-"

"chan..." you start, hands flinging down onto the bed. "you don't need to joke all the time. it happened, yeah? it is what it is."

"aw c'mon, i can do better." he half sings.

you groan at his antics, sleepiness making you irritated the more he goes on. "you need to stop. you're teasing gets too much sometimes."

"nah you like-"

"this is what i'm talking about. you never take anything seriously. you always make fun of me, and it makes me feel like shit. do you seriously have no indication of how you make me feel?"

chan frowns, looking down to the doona cover. "i just- i don't know."

"what? you what?"

"you're just so easy to tease." he chuckles, his hand grabbing the side of your arm to shake you.

you sit upwards shrugging him off, frustration in your tone as you rub your eyes. "you can leave if you're not gonna take me seriously."

"okay... you're right." he follows, sitting to face you crossing his legs. he fumbles with his hands, "i like you, okay?"

"huh?"

"i like you."

"i don't like you." you return.

"see, this is why i didn't wanna tell you. you're so grumpy at me all the time."

"yeah, i'm grumpy because you make me grumpy. always pulling on my hair, tripping me and making fun of me."

neither of you is sure how to continue, you just want to sleep. why you let him in is still beyond you, fatigue taking over your decisions, something like that.

"look," he sighs, running his fingers through his hair. "i really like you, but i'm not sure how to be around you. you're kind of cold sometimes, and i dunno how to get past it."

chan's kind of right, you were generally more stand-offish than your other friends, and you were kind of hard to read sometimes. maybe it was just to him. yeah, just him.

"what are you? twelve? so you've been making fun of me for weeks because you... like me?"

"yeeeah."

"you're an idiot."

"sometimes."

"ugh, i'm going to sleep."

you choose to ignore what his saying, but you'd be lying if there wasn't a delight in what you were feeling. it was kind of powerful, knowing you held the next move. you thought about what it would be like to date him, mind reeling with possibilities. and no, the drunk sex wasn't okay, it was mind blowing from what you remember. but then again, it could have just been the alcohol amplifying your experience. then again, maybe he's just joking. just wanted to get into your pants again. either way, you were in charge now.

eventually, sleep tugs at your eyes. you faintly remember feeling his hand slip around your waist as you doze off.

-

when you wake you feel him against you, one of his hands pressed into your chest gripping onto it for dear life, his hips melding into your own. you barely remember falling asleep. was he holding me this whole time?

you turn your body to face him, his hands still around your waist, fingers fitting into the soft rolls on your side. his puffy lips look so inviting, slightly open and moisturised. he's still asleep, little hums in the air as he breathes. you ponder on what he was saying earlier that morning, maybe he wasn't joking, maybe all of this was a façade just because he wasn't sure how to approach your supposed cold demeanour.

one of his eyes opens, squinting from the faint light from the day. he says nothing. you stay like this for a while, just admiring him. his curly hair looks so soft, you want to run your hands through them again. wait what?

you can feel it, the urge to kiss him. the urge to relive that night you had before. you weren't sure if he actually liked you, or that you liked him, or if it was just physical. regardless, you were curious.

your left hand slowly raises itself to wrap itself in his hair, he allows the touch, head leaning into your slow strokes. he hums lowly, voice a little raspy from the sleep. your hand comes back to his cheek, thumb rubbing just underneath his eyes.

whatever possessed you to kiss him you don't know. nonetheless you lean in, your lips lightly sliding against his soft ones. the kiss is gentle, as if chan is hesitant to let himself go. a small moan leaves your lips, your leg raising to rest on his side. he continues the kiss, hands digging into your sides a bit deeper.

abruptly, he stops. before you can even comprehend what's happening,

"i think... you need to think about this." he speaks, breath mixing in with your own.

"no, c'mon." you go to lean in again to taste him, but he pulls back more, frowning and avoiding your eyes.

"are you just doing this because it's convenient? just because you know i like you?"

"i thought you just wanted to fuck?"

his hand slips from your waist as he moves his body from yours, now picking up his phone and keys. "i'm not a toy you can pick up and use as you please. i have feelings."

"you don't seem to care for mine when you fuck me around all the time." you scoff, "it takes two to tango."

"i know i can be a bit much... but i do have them. don't take my confession lightly." he says under his breath. "call me when you make up your mind."

without another word he leaves, not making a single peep as the front door slams behind him.

-

neither of you talk for the next few days. he was right, you decide, fingers dancing along the necklace you had chosen not to wear yet. it's like if you put it on it will mean something, mean that you're giving him the green flag to go. to chase you, to want you with permission.

you think back to the kiss, how he hummed as he moved his lips against your own. it sent jolts down to the pit of your stomach every time it enters your mind, the urge to touch yourself strong.

tiredness is in your eyes, you're so damn tired from work and the thoughts that have been swimming in your mind. should i call him?

sighing, you lean back onto your pillows, taking out your phone to scroll to his name. another long breath leaves you, your heart beginning to race. you're confused.

what the hell is that?

do i want this?

no, absolutely not.

i probably just like the attention...?

your legs flail back and fourth on the bed, much like you're having a little tantrum.

wait... maybe?

he is really cute, seems affectionate.

but he fucking annoys me.

frustrated groans escape your throat, maybe one more leg flail will help you decide.

you could always try, maybe, just to see what it's like. it kind of makes sense when you think about. you slap yourself on the forehead, maybe it'll jolt your brain into making a decision.

"okay okay! i'll do it." you say to one of your plushies, trying to hype yourself in any way.

eventually you suck up the courage to call. when he answers the phone he doesn't say anything, just looks into the camera waiting for you to speak. you sit in silence, kind of just staring at each other.

"yes?" he finally chimes, his tone an indication of slight satisfaction.

you scowl, biting on the sides of your cheeks. "fine."

-

a month had gone by with the slow beginnings of your new relationship. you hadn't labelled anything, deciding to take things slow. it was actually quite fun, much to your surprise. there was always something exciting planned, chan jumping around you like a little kid whenever he won at an arcade game. it was cute. now, everything he usually did to annoy you seemed to become increasingly adorable. whenever he pulled your hair it was for a kiss on the cheek. whenever he laughed it was genuine to what you were saying. he had wriggled his way, just a little bit, into your heart, but not your bed.

it had been a few days since you'd seen him, both of you busy with work and other things. when you lay back on your bed, absolutely tired and fatigued, you hear your phone buzz. you know it's him, your heart thumps. damn heart.

looking down at the screen you see the name 'baby girl'. definitely a step up from fuck head. you answer the call.

"am i still baby girl in your phone?"

"yes." you laugh, turning onto your side.

chan bites his bottom lip, searching your face. "you look beautiful."

"what on earth are you talking about?"

you look at yourself in phone screen, you're definitely not in your best element. the mascara you had applied earlier slightly smudged, hair a little curled from your sweat and one of your eyebrows not properly coloured in. you groan, pushing your face into one of your pillows.

"no, i mean it!" he argues, laughing into the phone.

"whatev-"

"whatever." he mocks you automatically, knowing exactly what you were going to say. some old habits die hard.

the two of you talk about your day, how work was going and what projects he was working on. eventually it ends up in a discussion about the first night you spent together, but not having one like that since.

"yeah, why is that?" you ask, sitting back up in your bed.

"i think... i just want you to be sure."

you hum in thought, "i am sure."

"but this just isn't a hook up. we're dating now? i guess."

"you guess?" you laugh in slight disbelief. "what we been doing for this past month?"

"being cute." he says, eyes rolling comically. "ah, but yeah i guess you're right. if i'm going to be honest i still feel apprehensive."

"you do? why?"

"long story."

you roll to your side, lip pouting at the camera. "i have time, i want to know."

"honesty?"

you smile. "always."

"okay so, i guess it's just... i still don't know if i can believe you like me back. like, hear me out. i know you do, but i'm afraid that you just want the physical because that's how it was before, you know?"

"chan-"

"no i just... i want to trust this. i want to trust you. but something is telling me i shouldn't... maybe that's my anxiety."

a sharp ache, like turning daggers hit the base of your heart, how could he think that? you'd been spending the whole month with him, taking things slow like he wants. yes, you still play fought like little kids. chan annoying you would usually ending up in him in a head lock or a noogy, threats of a bite coming from your mouth.

what he's saying makes sense in the end, he has every reason to feel these worries. it's absolutely valid with how you began things with him.

you sit upright, leaning your chin on your hand. "do you wanna come round and talk about it?"

"yeah." he says letting out a long breath.

-

the only thing that chan had said when he entered your room was how much he missed you, how he was so happy to see you and how beautiful you looked. his lips were all over your face, kissing every bit of skin he could find. you enjoyed this. at first the affection seemed to turn you off, but now you found yourself melting into his touches.

when you eventually settled onto your bed, which still wasn't broken in, he would joke later, you found yourself patting your thighs. he looked slightly hesitant as he leaned forwards.

"you know you can come over whenever, right?" you chuckle, giving him a gentle smile. "we don't have to be so formal-"

almost aggressively, he pushes you onto your back, lifting your bed shirt to bunch at your chest.

"no talk, just tummy." he says face planting into your soft belly, hands finding their way around your waist for grip.

the affection surprised you, but wasn't unwelcome in the slightest. you realise you hadn't been this outwardly intimate before, this vulnerable with each other. it felt weirdly natural, much to your amuse. it wasn't as if you hadn't been physically intimate, always leaving the night with red marks along your neck and blotches on your cheeks. that one night doesn't count you justify to yourself. this was like a reset, a new way to start.

the boy doesn't speak, just breathes against you. your hands end up finding their way to his back, running underneath the cotton to rub soothing circles.

"mmm." he mumbles before pressing a kiss on your belly button.

the way that chan appreciates your body, every curve and slope, makes you feel like you're on cloud nine. he never once questioned it, always enjoying you as a whole.

"didn't you wanna talk?" you say leaning your head to the side.

"no..." he huffs.

though you know you need to talk, there's nothing more precious to you right now than this moment. chan's face lifting to press delicate kisses onto your stomach, slowly making their way to your neck and eventually your cheeks.

"such a love bug." you laugh, allowing him to have his way.

chan leans back, his hands still around you. "you actually love it, don't you?"

damn, you've been cornered. "mmmaybe."

"you totally do, you're a softy!"

"psh, look who's talking."

"oi yeah, at least i admit it."

you roll your eyes, knowing you've absolutely been caught. "okay maybe i am, but we shouldn't get distracted. talk to me."

chan lets out a long breath, his grip on you still strong. there's so much emotion on his face, you're not sure which one he's feeling. it seems he can't form the words, he can't put his finger on what he wants to say. you kind of know what direction this is going, so you decide to take the lead.

"babe," you begin, facing your body to him more. he looks back at you, the right of his lip curled downwards. he almost looks like he's about to cry.

"should i start?"

chan just nods, eyes on you.

"i know we started rocky, and i know why you feel hesitant. i would too. that night when we first... you know. it was more of a... an angry 'fuck you' kind of thing for me. and i never imagined it would actually lead to me liking you. i really thought about it, and how even though we're opposites, it kind of makes sense, doesn't it? cat and mouse? maybe i liked you from the start but didn't know it, probably why i hated you so much, couldn't figure out my damn feelings."

sharply, his head snaps to you, lips turning into a smirk. "sooo, you do like me?"

you scrunch your nose at him and frown. "is that all you got from that?"

"that's all i needed." he says as he pushes you back for more kisses, hands wriggling their way under your shirt.

"chan!" you giggle between his attacks. "we're not done!"

this time it seems right. it seems less rushed at first, more innocent in a way. it's an even playing field, both of you finally admitting how you actually felt and discussing the worries you had. chan had spoken in depth about his trust issues, and how he sometimes thought you were playing with him still. with reassurance, you held his cheeks in your hands telling him this wasn't a joke and that it was real.

your kisses sealed his worries away, with every 'but' or 'why' he murmured against your lips. it's not until you told him to shut up already did he take it seriously, seemingly waiting for your command.

though he was he one physically in control, you were calling the shots, whispering how good he was doing and how it made you wet anytime you had thought about this prior. this was just encouraging him more, you were nothing but a mess beneath him to his touches.

before you knew it, your clothes were somewhere on the floor, his following soon after.

the next few minutes is a haze, you're not entirely sure what happened to get to this point, but just from the shallow strokes of his fingers in your cunt alone, you were sent into spirals. his movements getting deeper and more calculated, enjoying the way you squealed and held onto his arms. he followed your body, assessing what you needed. the more he went on the harder he got, fingers going deeper and hitting that one spot you needed him to.

"please." you whine, feet placing themselves on his shoulders.

a grin paints across his face. it didn't take long for you to get to your peak, not with his tongue gently pressing against your clit, circling just around the edges. your head falls back, a silent scream coming from your throat the closer you get, hips rocking into his fingers and face.

your orgasm tightens across your body, fingers gripping anything they can find. it takes you a while to get back to reality, your body melting into the mattress.

"such a dick." you had breathed shortly after your high, laughing in trance like state. "shit."

he chuckles into your thigh, wiping your juices off of his cheek.

"hmm." he hums sitting upright, one finger still slowly dragging out and back into you. you wince at the over stimulation, legs trying to clamp shut.

looking down you notice his cock against his belly, red and at full attention.

he notices your glare and his hand stops. "ah we don't-"

"chan, if you don't let me fuck you right now, i'm going to scream."

with that, chan happily lets you take control, your hands on his chest as you push him back onto the bed. you can feel him sitting against your core, your wetness soaking onto him. you take in a sharp breath, still slightly over stimulated as you roll your hips.

the way he looks at you feel embarrassing almost, he's beaming at you, his hands gently pushing your hair behind your ear.

"stop." you say shyly, hiding your face in your chest.

"no, i want to see all of you."

the words are so raw and so honest, it's so much different than last time. there's no malice and no rush. no hate or resentment.

it's the way he looks at you. maybe he looked at you like this all along, you were too busy being petty to notice, maybe.

when you look down, you're met with a gentleness, a softness he seemingly reserves only for you. his eyes are filled with warmth, loving every part of you as it is.

you slowly raise the right of your hip, angling him at your entrance. he takes in a sharp breath as you push yourself down, his hands finding their way to the height of your back, pulling you in closer. one of your hands rests on his cheek, your other beside him for balance.

fuck, he feels so good. a slow hot ache pooling in the base of your stomach expands, small jolts of pleasure tingle across your body with every motion. his girth stretching you open feels incredible, and with the way you're lazily moving your hips; it has his breath laboured, faster.

"chan..." you begin, still shy in your actions, slowly angling your hips up to roll against him.

"hm?" he hums through a low grunt.

your movements halt, head dipping to rest on his forehead. you're taking this in, you need to take a moment, feelings overwhelming you.

"how did this even happen?" you breath against him, eyes closing.

chan pulls your face back, hands cradling your cheeks. when open your eyes to look at him, he just shakes his head, as if shushing you and your overwhelming thoughts.

you nod back at him, leaning in to press a slow kiss against his forehead. the smile he gives you says it all, his hands finding their way back to your hips,

the rest of the night is a blur, your hands everywhere, mouths on any piece of skin either of you could find. it's not fast, it's gentle and loving, things you never expected from chan himself. it was beautiful.

-

it's nearly morning, the both of you are a sweaty and complete mess. your make up is completely gone and you're not sure how you even look right now. that doesn't matter, not with chan's head resting on your chest just looking up at you, seemingly treasuring you as if you'd break from a blink.

it's not until chan speaks up, you're reminded why you argued in the first place.

"you look funny when you cum."

"shut up!"

still cat and mouse, always.

-

a/n: thank you for being patient for this! i tried to do slow burn but it's not my strong suit :S hopefully it's ok!!!

#chan x reader #bangchan x reader #bangchan x fem reader #chan x fem reader #chan x thicc reader #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #stray kids #myfic #stray kids fic #stray kids smut #bangchan #no but enemies to lovers... i stan #chans a little shit im swinging #skz smut #skz #im not 100% happy with the last bit but oh well #just wanted to post smth #this got bigger than i expected lmao #anways #ENJOY ANON #i tried a new layout for the post and i think i like it

[palioom]

go camping, they said

summary: wanting just a nice weekend away, frankie takes you on a camping trip. the whole thing doesn't quite turn out as expected.

pairing: frankie morales x f!reader word count: 2.9k warnings:18+ content; no use of y/n (but a lot of nicknames); unprotected p in v; fingering; established relationship

• masterlist •

Go camping, they said.

It’s gonna be fun, they said.

Sure it was fun, having to carry heavy bags through the woods, swarmed by insects. Her skin itched and her muscles burned, trying to keep her annoyed groans at bay.

Tripping over the roots of trees, scratching her skin open on bushes and smaller branches.

She told Frankie as much. How much she fucking loved camping already.

“C’mon, baby, we ain’t even there yet and you wanna complain already?” Frankie responded, that bright, beautiful smile still on his face. As always, it was like nothing could ever really dampen his mood. “You’ll love it, cariño, trust me.”

She huffed, readjusting the backpack on her back before stepping over a large branch, almost tripping. His hands immediately shot out to her, ready to catch her should she fall.

Like always, so quick to react when something happened.

“It better, right now I really don’t like it.” She said, brushing some hair out of her face, then swatting away some more mosquitoes.

He laughed, smacking her ass as she walked ahead and past him, just grinning when she looked back to glare daggers at him.

Finally at the campsite, she was glad to let the heavy bags fall, even though it was nothing compared to what Frankie was carrying, his muscles flexing, biceps bulging as he threw his load down.

Still all smiles, looking through the bags.

While he had wanted to start on putting up the tent immediately, she took a moment to walk around, just checking out the view.

It was beautiful, if he put up the tent just how he planned to, they would have a perfect view on the lake that stretched out before her. A breathtaking sight, the sun reflecting off the blue surface, a few ducks disturbing the stillness of the water by drawing ripples into it.

He really had picked a wonderful place to camp, even if she wasn’t entirely sold on the idea of it yet.

But just being with him here was good enough for her right now.

“Oh fuck.” She heard behind her, spinning around to see Frankie rummage through the bag the tent was in, the dark green fabric already splayed out next to him. “Seriously?”

Walking back to him, she heard him sigh heavily, kneeled on the ground as he kept looking.

“What is it, baby?” She asked, a little concerned. Everything seemed fine to her as she looked at the splayed out equipment. Had they forgotten something important?

“Missing some fucking pegs.” He said, searching through another bag in the hopes of finding them. “Must’ve fallen out or something.”

Crouching down next to him, she took the ones he had gathered in her hand. “Won’t these be enough?”

She really had no idea about any of this, what they had looked just fine to her. But he was the expert.

Frankie gave up with a long sigh, moving to get started, picking up the tent.

“Might be.” A long groan left him, rubbing a hand over his face. “But looks like we’re missing a tent pole or two, too. So let’s hope the thing doesn’t collapse in the middle of the night.”

She went to help him, letting him instruct her what to do. Settling to put the tent poles in.

“I told you to check if we had everything, you know…” A small smirk was on her lips, which earned her a gentle squeeze of her ass.

“Yeah, yeah, just help me get this thing up, baby.”

She giggled.

“I can help you get another thing up.”

Looking up at him, he just shook his head with a wide grin, continuing to put everything together.

It took a little longer than either of them expected to set up the tent, but in the end they managed, even if it was a little wobbly.

She was sure it would do for the two nights they had planned to stay here. Even if Frankie wasn’t entirely convinced about that, he just hoped for the best.

While he moved on to get the air mattresses set up, she walked around to gather some smaller branches to make a fire.

Frankie had promised her a campfire and she was more than just excited to get one going.

It had been one of the main points to get her sold on this little weekend trip.

Honestly, she was most excited to cuddle with him, maybe make some toasted marshmallows.

It would be fun. 

Wrapped up in some blankets, cozy and quiet while listening to the fire crack.

Maybe all the insects and scratches could be forgotten.

By the time they had managed to get a fire going, the sky had darkened. Not only just because of the sun setting, a soft orange glow shimmering on the water, but also because dark clouds had started to make their way over.

They ignored it for now, huddled on a camping chair together, a blanket around them and sharing a marshmallow.

“Maybe it’s gonna pass.” She said, cupping his jaw and kissing his cheek as he held another sweet treat into the fire. Thunder rumbled in the distance, letting her look up, feeling a little less optimistic. “It better pass.”

His hand smoothed over the curve of her ass, humming.

“Sure. It’ll just pass so I can make you more of these.” Frankie said, pulling the lightly toasted marshmallow out of the fire and presenting it to her.

She smiled, taking it off of the stick with her mouth before leaning closer to him, wiggling her brows.

Frankie understood, biting into it and chuckling at their little Lady and the Tramp moment, kiss and all.

Meeting in the middle, lips slotting against the others’.

She laughed too, swallowing the sweet, caramelly treat  before kissing him again, deeper this time.

He tasted like caramel and beer, his beard tickling her. 

Careful not to knock his cap off of him.

Putting away the stick, his other hand wandered over her thigh, up and down in a slow motion.

“See, camping ain’t that bad, baby.” He said with a wide grin. Almost cocky, knowing he was proving her wrong right now. It was all fine. “We should test those mattresses, see if they’re any g-”

His words were cut off by the sudden downpour of water on them, making her gasp in surprise and scramble to move off of him.

“Fuck!” She yelled, the cold rain drenching her almost immediately, thunder cracking above them, lightening the sky as she quickly ran over to their tent, Frankie following close behind.

Once inside, kneeling on the hard floor, she threw the sopping blanket off of her, looking over at him.

“Camping ain’t that bad?” She repeated his words, laughing in disbelief, seeing how drenched he was. “You wanna repeat that, Frankie?”

He just looked back at her, taking his button down off, leaving him in a dark t-shirt that now clung to his body.

There was a moment of silence between them, only the sound of the rain hitting their tent hard above them, before they both broke out in laughter.

Of course this happened to them. It just had to.

Missing tent pieces, some bruises and now soaked by the rain.

What else could go wrong.

“You look pretty when you’re wet.” He laughed, making her roll her eyes in response as she wrung out her hair.

“Funny.” She said, voice dripping with sarcasm. Taking off her cardigan, she threw it at him, spraying him with water when he caught it. 

Suddenly, he was on her, pulling her into him as he kissed her, tongue slipping into her mouth when she gasped. His hands roamed over her body, settling on her ass.

“Still wanna test out those mattresses?” She asked, her fingers fiddling with the hem of his shirt. “Or do we have to fear them exploding or something?”

He laughed, raising his arms so she could take his shirt off, her fingers on his chest immediately.

“They’re pretty sturdy.” He took off her tank top, cupping her breasts through her bra. The whimper that left her was music to his ears. “But let’s see if they can handle us.”

The thin material let her hard nipples poke through, making her moan as he brushed his thumbs over them.

“If they don’t, I’m never going camping with you again, Francisco.” She said, cupping his cheeks and pulling him against her, sounds muffled.

Frankie made quick work of her bra, leaving her shivering in the cold air, moving to lay her down on the bed.

They felt nice, different but not too bad.

“I like these.” She giggled, the air moving in the mattress when he hovered over her, making her wiggle around. “Good pick.”

His lips attached to her neck, hungry and passionate, leaving some bruises to bloom later, his hands cupping and groping at her breasts.

Like he had never touched them before, fingertips rough against her soft skin.

They both flinched when thunder cracked above them, taken out of the moment for a few seconds, wondering if this tent would hold up.

“Nothing more romantic than fucking during a thunderstorm.” He joked, drawing her back in with a soft laugh. “Just the right atmosphere.”

Her hands found the button of his pants, opening them.

“Can do that at home, too, Frankie.” She said, smirking. “Nothing special about that while camping.”

He smiled against her skin, dragging his nose all the way up which he had just kissed down, finding the corner of her mouth.

“It wouldn’t feel the same, cariño.”

Just before she could reach into his pants, he sat back on his haunches and opened her jeans.

“Oh sorry, forgot the mosquito bites and the scratches and the fact that I’m fucking soaked but it’s not your work at all. Adds just the right touch.” 

He grinned, pulling off her pants, throwing the wet denim behind him somewhere.

Her panties swiftly followed, hands pressing her legs open by the inside of her knees.

“I’d say this is all my work.” Two of his fingers ran through her soaked folds, making her squirm and throw her head back. “Pretty, little pussy. Bet you can take me already, querida.”

He pressed them against her entrance, applying just a little bit of pressure.

“Frankie- Fuck, please, baby.” 

When he pushed inside, she tensed up a little, her hand coming to grab his wrist. Not to stop him, just to make him slow down as he stretched her open.

“Knew you could take me, just breathe, baby.” He said quietly, barely audible over the rain still hammering onto the tent. “How’s that feel?”

It felt good, amazing. Legs opening wider, feeling him slowly drag his fingers in and out of her, humming lowly.

“Really good.” She said, biting her lip. “But I want your dick, Francisco.”

His fingers flexed inside of her and she would have laughed at the reaction he had to her saying his full name, if only he wasn’t hitting that sweet spot inside her that let her moan loudly.

“Was hopin’ I could get some late night snack first.”

That made her laugh, rolling her eyes.

He sped up just a little, feeling her clench around him.

“Can eat me out all you want later, but I want you to fuck me first, baby.” She almost whined when he curled his fingers again, back arching. “Let me see your cock, Frankie, wanna feel it.”

She sounded so desperate, voice so small with the thunder still raging on, that he couldn’t resist, pulling his fingers out of her.

His pants and underwear quickly joined the pile behind them, and soon enough he was nestled between her legs, pressing his hips forward slowly, making her gasp while he kissed down her neck.

“Shit, you’re so tight.” He moaned, hoisting one of her legs over his shoulder, the sound making goosebumps appear on her skin.

Or maybe it was the cold, only now feeling warmer with his chest close to hers.

If there was one thing she would never get used to, it’s how fucking big Frankie was, stretching her just right and always hurting just a little no matter how well he prepared her.

And with her leg over his shoulder he only felt bigger, making her whimper.

“And you’re fucking big.” She said, watching the slight blush on his cheeks.

He loved hearing it, but it always got him a little red in the face, chuckling quietly.

Her hands moved to his sides when he pulled almost all the way out of her before slamming back in, making her cry out and dig her nails into his skin.

“Francisco, fuck!” 

He did it again, setting a slow, but rough pace, filling her completely and making her head spin when his lips found hers.

Still tasting of caramel and beer, which only made her hungry.

“You sound so sweet when I’m fucking you.” He said, groaning loudly when she squeezed him tight. “Love hearing you, querida, you’re so stunning.”

Rambling already, he was so easy to get drunk on pussy and she loved it, moaning and gasping his name as he pounded into her, his own impatience making him speed up.

Making that coil tighten inside of her. 

No longer feeling cold. Quite the opposite, burning up from the inside.

When he sat up, pulling her other leg over his shoulder too, he watched how her eyes rolled into the back of her head, her back arching off the mattress.

Moving just a little differently to change the angle, he had her squirming underneath him, their sounds echoing in the small space.

“Baby, please-” She whimpered, groping her own breasts as he held her legs up, kissing the inside of her knees. 

Not much left, just a tiny little more.

“I got you, querida, c’mon.” He rasped, feeling her spasm around him, not too far from the edge himself. “Want you to soak my dick, c’mon.”

When he bent over her again, the pain of the position delicious as she felt the stretch in her legs, he kissed her hard. The coil snapped, making her cry out and dig her nails into him so hard she thought she was breaking skin.

“Frankie, fuck- Fuck!” She trembled, bent in half beneath him, still pounding into her at a rough pace. “Francisco!”

That did him in, pushing his hips against hers and staying there, spilling himself inside of her and swallowing her moans, his own slipping into her mouth.

“Baby, fuck-”

When he stopped twitching inside her, he gently moved to let her legs down, kissing her deeply now that they were coming down from their highs.

The rain had finally stopped, the thunder more distant and only a few drops hitting their tent now, dripping off the trees.

It was peaceful. 

Nice, even.

Just wrapped up in one another, limbs tangled.

Frankie kissed along her jaw, soft gentle kisses as she cupped his cheeks, keeping him close to her.

“See, camping really ain’t that bad.” He repeated himself from earlier, laughing.

That wonderful laugh she adored so much, the corner of his eyes crinkling a little.

She was just joining in, giggling loudly when suddenly their tent came down on them, making both of them yell out in surprise.

For a moment they each just cursed under their breath, with Frankie holding up the roof just high enough so he could see her.

When they locked eyes, they both began laughing, the whole thing so ridiculous they couldn’t not laugh.

“You need to stop saying that, baby.” She said, tears in her eyes and her stomach hurting, barely noticing that he was pulling out of her. “First the rain and now this.”

“I don’t know what you mean.” He responded, acting all innocent as he sat up, pulling her up as well. “Camping isn’t-”

She slapped a hand over his mouth, shushing him with a giggle.

“Stop! I don’t wanna hear a loud bang and find the truck has exploded when we get back!”

“The loud bang already happened…” He said, almost sheepishly now.

God, he was adorable like this.

“Wanna sleep outside? We got more blankets?” He suggested, still holding up the tent, his arm slowly growing tired.

She shrugged her shoulders.

“Why the fuck not.”

So they got up, laying down a blanket in the dirt before moving the mattress on top of it, the tent just a little pile now as they threw all the pillows and blankets out.

The air wasn’t too chilly, but nice and crisp after the storm, and the sky was visible over the lake as they quickly hopped into bed, still laughing at how stupid all of this was.

His head rested on her chest and she wrapped her arms around his broad frame, feeling heavy on her but finding it a welcome weight.

This was nice. Looking up at the stars, naked under the covers and his warm body on top of hers.

His hand caressing her side, mouth finding her neck again.

“I know you’re thinking it, Frankie. Don’t say it.” She giggled, her hand threading through his hair. “If we get another rainshower at night I’ll blame that on you.”

He just laughed, patting her hip.

“I’ve never said a damn thing.”

She hummed, burying her nose in his hair.

Go camping, they said.

It’s gonna be fun, they said.

Maybe they were right.

Camping could be kind of fun.

Especially with someone like Frankie.

#frankie morales #francisco morales #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales x you #triple frontier #pedro pascal #pedro pascal imagine #pedro pascal characters #my writing

[lostbetweenvampiresandmusic]

Oooh can I please request Paul x reader with #19 from the vampire promptlist? Your choice whether it’s headcanon format or not. Thank you!!

"I'm trapped! The sun's coming up and - please help... please?"

I hope you like this!💜

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"Get the fuck out of here, you creep!" I laughingly threw a pillow at my boyfriend, grinning as he dove away.

"Yeah? Why would I do that, hm?"

"Maybe because you're starving and I don't fancy becoming a meal?"

Paul stopped and looked at me. A teasing grin brightened his face. "I could eat you up, though."

"Get the fuck out of here and feed!" I chuckled, pushing him towards the door. "Honestly, love."

As he left, I looked at the clock, noticing it was nearing midnight already. I locked my door, made sure all appliances were turned off, and made my way to the bathroom. There, I brushed my teeth and washed my face. I looked through my closet for a fresh set of pyjamas, but when I couldn't find any, I decided that the ones I had thrown in the hamper that morning would last me another night.

As soon as my head hit my pillow, I was out. Sleep came easily, and I enjoyed those peaceful quiet hours. That was, until a strange noise woke me up.

A loud thump!

I frowned, slowly opening my eyes. I was quiet, but then I heard it again. I looked at my alarm clock. It was 4.30 in the morning.

With an annoyed sigh, I stepped out of bed and turned my light on. Something was making that noise, and until I knew what it was, I knew I couldn't fall back asleep. I rubbed my face as I walked to the window, looking out of it.

The garden was empty, save for Paul's bike. Apparently, he had flown off earlier. I suppose it made sense: it was easier to hunt that way without being noticed. But I didn't hear or see anything in the garden that made the noise I had been hearing and-

Kadump!

"What the hell?" I looked up. I was certain of it. The noise came from the roof. I slipped my feet into some slippers and opened the window. Slowly but surely, I climbed out, placing one of my slippers between the window frame. This way, even if the wind picked up, the window would stay open. I stood on the small windowsill but realised that if I wanted to get to the roof, I had to stay safe. And staying save meant not climbing with one single slipper on one foot. With a sigh - realising I'd be dealing with frozen toes later on - I took the other one off as well, placing it between the window frame. Then, I began to climb.

It took a while, a minute or ten, before I made it on top. The path was rather easy to follow, but since it was dark, I had decided to take it slow. Hopefully, whatever had been on my roof would have been gone by then. I took a deep breath as I sat on my roof, looking around. What could have made the noise I'd been hearing-

"Fucking hell, this is bloody bullshit."

I frowned. There, by the antenna, I saw an upside down silhouette. "Paul?"

"Shit," he looked up. "Hi, babe."

I carefully moved closer, looking at him. "What are you doing on my roof?"

"Regretting that I woke you up?"

"That's very sweet." I said with a tired chuckle. "But why are you on my roof? And why are you upside down?"

"There was a swarm of mosquitoes."

"Yes?"

"And I didn't want to fly through them. Those fuckers love stinging vampires! And besides, the last time, I spent hours getting all of them out if my teeth!"

"Don't fly and grin at the same time," I nodded, remembering how he'd walked in begging me for floss because the flying insects were driving him insane.

"Yes. So I tried to manoeuvre out of the way."

"Obviously. But that doesn't explain why you're on the roof. Or upside down."

"I'm getting there." He said, sighing. "I didn't pay attention, and when I moved, I flew right into a giant bird. Don't know what it was, owl or eagle - it was huge and angry. So, I lost concentration. And I fell. Into your antenna."

I looked at him before giggling. "How?!"

"I'm the best at what I do, babe, you know that."

"I do. If you don't mind, I'll go back to bed while this image -" I motioned to him hanging upside from my antenna, "- is still fresh in my mind."

"Wait!" Paul grabbed my foot, causing me to stop immediately. "All kidding aside, I can't get myself loose."

"But Paul! You're the best at what you do!" I said with a teasing grin.

"I know, but this time, I'd really like your help."

"Alright," I nodded. "I'll try my best, but I don't know if I can get you free." I noticed how the sky began to lighten, and as much as I thought it was funny how Paul ended up on my roof, I didn't like to see my mate burn into crisp.

"I'm trapped. The sun's coming up and - please help... please?"

"I already said I would help you?"

Paul looked relieved, before grinning. "Sorry, just panicking. As one does."

I chuckled, noticing that he was stuck by his coat. I told him to take it off, and before I knew it, he fell down on the roof, head first. He groaned, getting up slowly.

"Are you alright?"

He nodded. "Do you still have those blackout curtains?"

I nodded, walking towards the edge of the roof and slowly climbing down. Paul had flown and was already waiting in my room. He had made himself comfortable on my bed. I closed the curtains, leaving my room pitch dark, and moved to lay down next to him.

"If I'd known it would take a bird attack for you to stay over, I'd asked Marko for help ages ago."

Paul looked at me. "You wouldn't dare! Besides, sleeping upside down is pretty chill."

"You didn't seem chill outside," I teased, laying down next to him.

"It wasn't, and I've had enough upside-downness for one night."

I smiled, humming contendly as he pulled the covers over both of us.

"Are you okay, though?" I asked.

"Yeah. Are you willing to go on a bird hunt with me tomorrow?"

#the lost boys #marko #david #paul #dwayne #tlb #the lost boys 1987 #tlb 1987 #star #the lost boys x reader

[fluffymaxsworld]

first post!! read please👇👇

before getting into it fr i want to make a few things clear!

1. i’m not english neither i’ve professionally studied english, i’m self learned, so i apologize for any mistake!

2. i’m a MINOR, i’m aware of what i write and i’ve already took the responsibility. in any case, i don’t want any minors end up like me so please DNI <33

3. it’s the first time EVER i write stuff and publish it, so i accept gladly any critique or advice as long as you don’t insult me, thanks :D

husband!leonkennedy x wifey!reader headcanons

(i wrote wifey but gender is not specified!)

i’m sorry, it’s a short post cause i’ve gotta study (i hate italian school)

sfw + mention of nsfw

• leon doesn't hesitate for a second when you ask him for something, which can be a Happy Meal or a yacht.

“babe, i was joking when i told you i wanted to live a castle!”

“whatever, i bought it, it’s yours.”

• he’s clingy, god, so much clingy. it’s even annoying, sometimes. when he’s at work, he’s gonna call at least twice a hour, checking on you or asking if you needed anything. and when he comes home expect cuddles, lots of them… and if they aren’t enough he’ll fuck you dumb till morning (so basically everyday).

• he listens to white girl music. you first discovered it when you arrived early from work and heard california girls blaring in the living room. ever since you caught him dancing to Snoop Dogg Katy Perry it's been taboo in the Kennedy household. he loves you, yeah, but don't try to remind him of what happened that night.

• [this is for my italian fellows out there] being half italian just like him was a sure great point in the relationship. you spend hours talking about how stupid americans are for putting pineapple on pizza, how much you love your origins and how attractive Monica Bellucci is (yes, she's the only woman you allow him to call attractive). plus, he LOVES talking to you in italian, especially some cheesy stuff like:

“sei così bella, sembri uscita da un film di sorrentino” (“you’re so beautiful, you look like you’re from a sorrentino’s movie”) [sorrentino is an italian film director and screenwriter]

“i tuoi occhi sono profondi e mi fanno sentire amato” (“your eyes are so deep and make me feel loved”)

• he’s a movies addicted. he forces you to watch every night a different movie. and it’s fun cause he always falls asleep in your arms before the ending.

NSFW!! MINORS DNI!

• having sex with leon kennedy is like getting a one-way ticket to heaven. he treats you gently but still roughly. he pushes your spots so well that you could come in seconds. he loves playing with your nipples, he likes to suck and pinch your sensitive buds, making you scream and moan. he's definitely dominant in bed, but he likes to be dominated, as long as you feel good about it. he likes to spank your ass, leaving a red mark that he would then lick, apologizing for leaving it. he bites your neck like a damn mosquito, so much so that one day you almost ran out of concealer. if you really want to enjoy sex just ignore him for two days, he will come to you like a lost dog and you’ll welcome him with open legs.

hope you enjoyed this short post <3 please share advices if you want!

DO NOT STEAL!! thanks<33

#leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy #resident evil #headcanon #italian reader

[sinner-as-saint]

middle of the night

Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader AU (one-shot) 

Run-through: Going on missions with Sam and Bucky meant always having to share sleeping quarters. And while Sam was a heavy sleeper, Bucky was not. Being a light sleeper was bad enough, but when paired with his enhanced hearing, every little sound woke him up. Including the constant buzzing of your vibrator at night. Bucky needs his sleep to be able to kick ass the next day so he has to find an alternative to all that buzzing. So he makes you an offer you can’t say no to. 

Themes: smut, slight degrading kink, grumpy!bucky, use of sex toys, explicit language, dirty talk, spit, fluff

a/n: quick lil fic because I miss bucky 

Bucky had his head sandwiched between two pillows and he could still hear it. 

The buzzing sound coming from the room next to his which you currently occupied. The two compact bedrooms were divided only by thin drywall which meant that Bucky could hear everything. 

Every. Single. Thing. 

A regular person might have only heard a faint buzzing of the toy. But with his super soldier abilities, Bucky heard more than that. The buzzing of the vibrator was the loudest, he could even hear when you changed the settings going from low vibrations to higher ones. He could also hear the bed creaking when you shifted around. He could hear your annoyed groans when you simply could not get yourself off. This has been going on for two nights straight now. 

Each time the buzzing stopped, Bucky would think that maybe you gave up and fell asleep. But then a few minutes later the buzzing would start again. He wondered how the hell the battery hadn’t died yet. This was the third night and frankly speaking, it was getting annoying now. Not to mention that you were all currently in a warm, humid area so the buzzing sounded like a stubborn mosquito flying in circles right over his head. 

He had had enough of this. Before he could properly think it through, or fabricate a makeshift plan, Bucky found himself getting out of bed and grumpily making his way out of his small bedroom to bang on your door right next to his. 

Apparently you froze when you heard the door knock because you were a bit too quiet. But Bucky was too annoyed to wait so he flung open the door and stood there with clenched fists at the doorway. 

In the dark, you could make out the muscular silhouette of his. And you could tell he was wearing nothing but his tight boxers. You were checking him out for a few seconds before you realised what was happening. 

“Bucky Barnes!” You squealed, bringing your thin covers up to your chin. “Don’t you know you shouldn’t just barge into a lady’s bedroom?” You glared at him even though you were pretty sure he couldn’t see your bare body behind the covers. 

Bucky let out a groan which sounded almost like a growl. “I think I can barge into a lady’s bedroom when said lady’s sex toy won’t let me fucking sleep with all that buzzing.” He sounded just as grumpy as he probably was. 

Your face got really hot at the sound of his words. Yeah, you were somewhat aware that with his enhanced hearing he would probably be able to hear the toy but you were too horny to care. It had been a while since you had a proper release and it was starting to frustrate you. 

“You…” You found yourself at a loss of words when it came to telling him off now that he’d outed you like that. “Don’t be so crass.” You said a bit sheepishly. 

You and Bucky were cool with each other just not too close, so the sex toy talk was a little embarrassing. Not to mention the fact that he was standing mere feet away wearing nothing but tight boxers was making your horny brain go crazy. And that metal arm… good god. 

Bucky let out a tired sigh, “Fine. Just… can’t you get off in a quiet way? I don’t know, use your hand or something. Anything other than that annoying fucking toy.” 

You let out a gasp. You and Bucky never really talked about much else other than mission stuff or combat techniques. So this was a huge change of topic. But oh well, no turning back now. “I… I tried. I can’t. And I can’t sleep when I’m, you know, horny.” You sounded a little shy as you said it. 

Bucky was still as a stone statue at your doorway. He was thinking. Then out of nowhere he said in a much deeper voice, “If you need to get fucked, say it. I can do it.” 

He made it sound like a chore and that should’ve turned you off but fuck it didn’t. Him standing there almost naked save for the underwear looking like a wet dream. His muscular arm and that strong metal arm… 

You began breathing heavily just thinking about being in bed with him. You’d seen Bucky in combat countless times. You’d seen him working out and training with Sam and just thinking about all that energy directed at you made you squirm in the little bed that you were in. 

When you didn’t say anything, Bucky said, “Oh don’t go all shy on me now. I could hear you trying to masturbate just a minute ago.” Then he added, “So, we’re doing this or no?” 

Again, he made it sound like he was doing you a favour. Fuck, why was that so hot? 

“I mean, only if you want to.” You mumbled, knowing he heard you perfectly. 

But just to be a little shit he asked, “What was that?” 

You groaned, wanting to hide as you said, “Yes Bucky, I need to get fucked.” 

He was pleased, walking into the room he carefully shut the door behind him saying, “We can’t disturb Sam’s sleep like you disturbed mine.” Purposely reminding you of why he was here in the first place. Then he asked, “You want me to turn the light on?” 

“No.” You answered. Somehow the moonlight was enough. 

“Alright.”He said, walking over to where you were sat on the edge of the bed. “Give me that damn toy.” 

Your eyes widened but he couldn’t see it. “Wha… what?” You asked, puzzled. 

Bucky crouched until he was eye to eye with you. The pale moonlight allowed you to see his face from up close. His pretty blue eyes twinkled even in the dark. “You heard me, princess. Give me the toy.” 

With a hesitant, shaky hand you picked up the toy from the bed and placed it in his outstretched palm. Bucky let out a monotonous hum, examining it. The fact that he was looking at it was enough to make your face feel hotter than ever before. 

“Bucky-,”

He cut you off immediately, “Shh, not a single word.” He stood up to his full height again, “Now come on, lie down and spread your legs for me.” When he didn’t hear the shuffling of sheets he knew you were being hesitant, so he said, “Oh come on, you and your little toy here won’t let me sleep so let me help both of us out.” He sounded almost… playful? “Come on, spread your legs for me.” 

There was no room for shame, you decided. You wanted this, you wanted him so you said fuck it and did as he asked. Though the immorality of the whole thing made your whole body burn. Especially as you leaned back down and spread your legs a little. 

Bucky scoffed, “Don’t be coy now.” Then he nudged your legs further apart as he knelt in between them, looking down as your naked, spread eagle body on the bed. He noticed how your breathing quickened and he held back a smirk. 

With a window right behind Bucky, you could see his silhouette as he knelt there in between your parted legs. Strong shoulders, the defined muscles on his neck, down to his equally muscular torso and his slightly leaner waist. It’s a shame you couldn’t see his muscular thighs because damn, those were-

Your thoughts were cut short when you felt something wet right on your- 

And then he did it again. He spat right in between your legs and used the tip of the vibrator to spread the wetness around. Fuck… why was that so hot? 

You squirmed a little and the toy wasn’t even turned on yet. He was just teasing you with it. You groaned, “Bucky, just-,” 

But he cut you off again. “Shh, you’d been at it for about twenty minutes earlier without coming even once. Let me handle this.” 

Well that shut you up. Or rather, the embarrassment did. 

Bucky seemed like he was having fun, finally turning the vibrator on at its lowest setting and trailing it up and down your body, circling your erected nipples with the tip of it and then back down to press it gently against your throbbing clit. 

That made you whine but you bit your lower lip to keep from making louder sounds. 

“Good girl,” Bucky commented, “We can’t wake Sam up. So let’s keep it quiet, okay?” 

You nodded quickly but of course, he intended on making this hard for you so he chuckled menacingly as he turned the vibrator all the way up and placed it right on top of your entrance, wiggling it around until you couldn’t hold back the moan which escaped your lips. 

“Bucky!” You cried out. 

“Shh,” He quickly shut you up by pushing his fingers past your lips. “What did I say about being loud, huh? Keep your mouth shut, you hear me?” 

You whined again, squirming under his touch and under the toy. You could see his arm moving as he wiggled the toy, purposely making you whine louder. Though your moans and whines now sounded muffled given his fingers were in your mouth, moving in and out of your lips gently. 

“Shh,” He whispered. “Quiet.” He murmured as he changed the setting on the toy, making the vibrations more intense. You didn’t stop your squirming, neither did he stop his teasing. Not even when your thighs trembled, clenching together tightly until he slapped them apart again. 

Finally removing his fingers from your mouth, he placed two of his wet fingers right on your clit, circling it at the same pace as he slid the toy up and down your parted folds. You bit down hard on your lip as you held a moan back, feeling the pressure forming in between your legs. 

“Bucky please, please…” You whined, noticing the way he’d always take the toy away whenever you started getting slightly louder. 

“No,” He cooed, mercilessly. “I’ve been suffering from sleepless nights because of you and this damn toy. You don’t get to come that easily.” He said, noticing the way you involuntarily ground your hips against the vibrator, trying desperately to chase the orgasm he wouldn’t give you. 

Just to mess with you, he took the vibrator away again, watching you squirm and whine as quietly as you could as you were denied your release once again. 

Bucky was feeling particularly petty tonight so he kept teasing your throbbing, swollen clit with his fingers as he placed the vibrator back against your hole, pressing it just enough to mess with you but not pushing it inside just yet. 

“That is frustrating, isn’t it?” He taunted. “Now imagine how I feel, having to hear you play with this annoying little toy each night, hmm?” 

You moaned, back arching off the bed as he brought you a little too close to the edge before he took it away again. “Please,” You begged. “Please, just make me come. Please.” 

“Oh?” He sounded amused. “I have to make you come? Why? Is this toy not doing it for you, you little slut, hmm?” He cooed, mocking you. “Is this toy not enough? What do you need, tell me. Do you need a nice, big cock to fuck you?” 

“Yes!” You cried out, feeling all sorts of tingles all over your body. A familiar heat building up in between your hips. “Please, Bucky.” 

He pretended to think about it. “I don’t know, princess. Should I?” He wiggled the wand around and made you scream louder, while his fingers rubbed your clit furiously. “Do you deserve it?” Seeing you weren’t answering, he lifted the vibrator off you again. “I asked you something, do you deserve it?” he asked again, more sternly.

You whined and whimpered again. “Please… ” You begged. “I won’t disturb you ever again. I promise,” You played along. “Please Buck, please…” You were begging shamelessly. 

“Hmm,” He removed his fingers then placed the wand right on your clit, not moving it as he pressed his knee in between your legs, applying just the right amount of pressure to make you lose your mind. 

You cried out, grinding on his thigh without any shame. 

Bucky chuckled, “Look at you. So desperate, so fucking horny that you can’t help but grind on my thigh. Hmm? You’ll do anything as long as you get to come, won’t you?” 

You whined, murmuring something incoherent. 

“Filthy, horny little princess,” He whispered, watching how your arousal leaked out of you, coating the tip of the toy and his thigh. He liked it. He liked how the wetness looked shiny in the moonlight. 

Just when you felt your orgasm starting to build up as you ground harder against his thigh, Bucky moved his leg away slightly and then chuckled when you whined in despair under him. 

“Aww, what is it?” He asked, keeping the toy in place knowing full well that the sensation must be a little overwhelming by now. “Do you need to get fucked by a hard cock, princess? Is that it?” 

You nodded a little too quickly. “Yes… yes, please.”

“Well, since you asked so nicely…” Bucky kept the toy pressed against your throbbing clit as he lowered his underwear just enough to free his cock and slide it inside of you. 

Given the teasing, you were embarrassingly wet and the wet sounds as he slid it in made your face burn in shame… but it also felt so, so good. He was all nice and big and snug inside you. 

He pulled out, groaning as he pushed his cock back into you. “Fuck, you feel so good.” He muttered, slowly fucking you while keeping the toy right where it was. Fuck… he could feel the vibrations too when he was all the way deep inside you. 

Gradually, he sped up and along with his thrusts, Bucky moved the toy around as well. He loved the way you clenched around him each time he hit that spot. 

“That feels good, huh?” He mumbled with a faint slur, clearly just as lust drunk as you were - fucking into you relentlessly while pressing the toy to your clit - adding to the sweet torture. “I feel good inside you, don’t I? Tell me this cock feels good, princess. Come on, tell me.” 

Fuck… his filthy mouth. “You… oh, it feels so good, Bucky. Fuck! I don’t think I can go back to the toy anymore.” You mumbled, mindlessly. “Might need your cock to fuck me to sleep every night.” 

Bucky froze for a fraction of a second. Not believing his ears at first. But then he smirked as his ego inflated. “Yeah? This cock ruined you, huh princess?” 

 “It did.” You gasped, breathlessly. You tried matching his thrusts but were unable to, so you simply let go and let him fuck into you like you were nothing but all for him to use. 

You could only imagine what he looked like, his strong arms holding you by the hips as he fucked into you over and over again. His strong body above you, his piercing blue eyes looking down at you, looking down at how your body swallowed his cock each time he pushed inside. 

And Bucky finally took the toy away, and replaced it with two of his cold metal fingers. Honestly, it didn’t feel any different. His metal fingers made you whine and moan just the same. 

“Are you gonna be a good little slut and come for me, princess?” 

You nodded quickly, “Yes,” You whined, “Please, please, please let me have it. Let me come, please.”  

Bucky groaned, finally fucking you without any restraints. “Come on, baby. Come for me.” He spoke, pounding into you mercilessly until you came with a muffled cry as you turned to the side and buried your face into your pillow; whining and squirming as you came all over his cock. “That’s it,” Bucky whispered, leaning down to press his lips to your neck, “Good girl.” He said, then came right after you. 

—

For the next few minutes, everything was quiet. 

Bucky was in no rush to leave your bed. And he knew he was a bit warm but you refused to move away from his bare, muscular body. 

“Think you can get some sleep now, princess?” Bucky asked. He waited for a few seconds but he got no replies. He looked down and saw that you were asleep already, with a faint smile on your face - all snuggled up at his side like a sleepy kitten. 

That night, Bucky fell asleep with a faint smile on his face too. 

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes #avenger!reader

[shivvroys]

like you've never seen a broken man (if you go, i won't be well)

shivlina oneshot | loosely inspired by Mad Men 5x11 - The Other Woman

karolina is faced with a difficult proposition, but it's shiv who handles it the worst

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“You are the knife I turn inside myself; that is love. That, my dear, is love.”

― Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

She narrowly avoids spilling scalding coffee on herself when Roman creeps up behind her.

“Hey, Shiv, real quick—Karolina’s gay, right?”

“The fuck?” Shiv raises her brows, turning to face him.

“I mean, right?” he scoffs, ignoring her bewildered reaction. “Those blazers definitely scream L Word blu-ray boxsets.”

“Roman, what the fuck are you talking about?” Shiv shakes her head.

Roman rolls his eyes, waving a dismissive hand in her face.

“Oh, forget it, cockzilla.”

“Why do you want to know who Karolina likes to fuck, dickwad?” Shiv intentionally lowers her tone, keeping her eyes trained on the office door and the people milling about just outside of it.

The last thing she needs is for Roman’s wet dreams to make it onto the goddamn LackeySlack.

“She wouldn’t piss on you if you were on fire—you know that, right?” she gives him a mocking pout, crossing her arms.

“Well, so much for my piss kink, I guess.” Roman frowns. He begins circling her office in a performance of sulking, picking up random decorative items and inspecting them, pretending to check the furniture for dust and fiddling with the handles on every cabinet door.

“Fuck me for trying to prepare for our next lawsuit.” he sighs, putting his hands on his hips.

For a moment he looks to Shiv like the spitting image of their second nanny, Sandra, who would always berate him when she’d catch him stealing her dolls after he’d accidentally broken one of his own toys. A somewhat tolerable enough woman, she’d finally gotten fed up and left them after Roman tried to set her uniform on fire while she’d been dozing off in an armchair.

“Roman, what are you talking about?” Shiv finally snaps, frustrated by Roman’s evasiveness.

Normally she’d bite—see what depraved bullshit he’d concocted out of boredom. But the subject he’s brought up sticks to the back of her throat like bad medicine.

He doesn’t seem to be dragging it out specifically to get a rise out of her, though, which brings her some relief. If anyone were to find out, Roman would be the cruellest (and most annoying) executioner.

She’d rather take her chances with Tom.

“You know Karl’s guy at the DOJ?” he asks.  

“The one with all the ugly ties?” Shiv nods impatiently.

“Yeah, the guy’s being a flaky little shit right now.” Roman crosses the room, perching himself on her desk and leaning over to mock-whisper conspiratorially in her ear. “Dad’s afraid we might lose him.”

Shiv scrunches her face, stepping back and batting him away like a pesky mosquito.

“And what’s that got to do with Karolina?” she clears her throat, crossing her arms.

The knot she’s been trying to swallow down tightens behind her tongue.

“Oh, you mean Elizabeth Taylor incarnate? His words, by the way.” Roman puts both hands up in defence. “He wants to have dinner with her.”

“What?”

Air rushes out of her like a dam breaking, leaving an aching, hollow cavity inside of her chest. She can barely hear Roman speaking over the blood flooding her ears.

“That’s wrong, right?” his eyes widen. “Like—generally speaking, sex trafficking is not really the way to go when you’re fighting sex trafficking allegations, agreed?”

Shiv takes a deep breath, attempting to steady her hands before they begin shaking. She hesitates before opening her mouth, afraid that a scream might be the only sound to come out.

“Roman, this is fucked on so many levels.” she can feels her teeth creaking under the force of her jaw. “Who told you? Wait, does dad know?”

“I told you we have a group chat without you.” Roman rolls his eyes, concern over the situation already melting away now that he’d found an accessory to the crime.

Shiv grits her teeth, forcing herself not to scream. “Does he know?”

“He asked Gerri to talk to her.” he raises his brows. “Give her the ol’ girlboss rundown before we, you know, stuff her ‘n snuff her.” he claps his hands loudly.

As Roman begins to make his way out of her office, Shiv bites her cheek, calling out to him through tight lips.

“He’s actually letting this happen?”

Roman shrugs, a faint trace of guilt worrying his brow.

“I mean, to be fair, he did send Karl to suck the guy’s dick first, so you can’t call him a sexist.”

-

“Dad, what the fuck?”

Behind her father, she sees Karl attempt to weasel his way silently out of the room, so she pins him down with a sharp glare.

Her father is sitting at his desk, his fingers loosely woven as he sighs, taking his reading glasses off to fully take her in.

“Shiv, I can’t have you fighting me on this, too.”

She cuts him off with a scoff. “You know what this looks like, right? You’re aware—”

“It is just a business dinner.” he stands up, attempting to wave her off.

Shiv takes a decisive step forward, straightening her shoulders to meet him head-on.

“Not if we have to whisper about it, it isn’t.”

Their eyes lock in a standstill as she watches her father clench his jaw—a mirror pressure gnashing her own teeth.

When she was young, they used to play-fight like this, staring each other down like two angry bulls, her father simmering with faux rage until he’d finally yell or huff out a deep growl. Not enough to make her cry, but just to make her flinch. To see her bottom lip start to tremble.

Then, he’d start laughing—a big, booming sound, and then he’d smile and squeeze her shoulder playfully.

We’ll make a matador out of you, Pinky.

She doesn’t flinch this time, nor does she waver in her stare, so her father finally releases another deep sigh.

“Siobhan, do you know how many senators I’ve had to wine and dine? How many presidents?” he tilts his head as his eyes narrow. “It’s all part of the business.”

Shiv scoffs, crossing her arms before addressing him. “Except those guys weren’t actually sexually attracted to you, dad.”

The more she speaks about it, the more nausea grips her to her core, twisting her up inside.

All she gets from her father is a smirk as he exchanges mocking glances with Karl.

“Dad, this is abuse of power in the lightest.” she emphasizes the last part with a sharp slash of her hand in the air. “It’s—it’s fucking prostitution!”

The words erupt out of her like smouldering lava, and she watches the smirk drain from her father’s face. Now they’ve all been singed by it.

“No, that’s definitely off the table.” Karl jumps in, finally making his presence heard. “I told him this is strictly a dinner.”

Shiv turns her head sharply. “And if he asks for another one? And then another one?” she shakes her head. “Did you make him pinky promise, Karl?” she pouts, furrowing her brows.

He clears his throat, straightening his suit jacket before responding.

“Well, no, but—”

Her father interjects before he has the chance to come up with a half-decent lie.

“The guy’s a flake, but he’s not stupid. He’ll help us, Siobhan.”

He punctuates his sentence with a firm nod—the entire world expected to bend under its weight.

“How do you know that, dad?” she bites the inside of her cheek.

“I know guys like him.” he raises a heavy hand, letting it hover somewhere above her elbow. “All she has to do is shake the lonely fuck’s hand and he’ll set our case file on fire.”

“And besides—” Karl interjects again. “It’s all up to her. We’re only doing this with her full consent.”

It doesn’t escape Shiv’s notice that none of them have used Karolina’s name even once during this entire conversation.

-

She doesn’t speak to Karolina for the rest of the week. That is, Karolina makes it a point to avoid her like the plague. No more quick, teasing smirks as they pass each other by, no more lingering stares during meetings. The closest she gets to any form of interaction is a “Sorry, do you mind?” when Shiv happens to be sitting right next to the projector remote.

And oh, does she fucking mind.

She’s aware of what’s happening. Her dad, Karl, the whole rotten lot of them—she knows they’re all talking behind closed doors, doing the dirty business in the back while she sits at the bar, kicking her feet and blowing bubbles into her soda with her straw.

None of them dare to even mention the DOJ around her, and in just a few short days she’s learnt to translate Gerri’s um’s and uh’s like learning her left from her right—if she clears her throat first, it’s something to do with money, if she clears her throat after, they need to discuss the thing. It doesn’t help that Karl’s ears turn bright fucking red as if on cue, too.

Karolina, though, remains untouched.

She strides through the building with the same sense of purpose. She speaks clearly and nods firmly, her hands meticulous as she drafts, plans, executes—always moving, a clear and continuous arrow pointing them forward.

That is to say, she is as she always has been. Or rather, Shiv thinks, as she always had been.

Before.

Before the late night drinks, before the stolen kisses during boring parties, before the indulgent smiles and the lingering stares. Before Shiv.

She dwells on it, this strange new territory where she can’t quite tell where they are in relation to the other, what she can say and how much of it Karolina can hear—what Karolina might want to say and how much of it Shiv could take.

And Shiv is nothing if not realistic. She doesn’t expect Karolina to come to her with this, isn’t even sure she could handle Karolina laying this entire fucking mess at her feet and asking for her help in untangling it.

But the more she thinks about it, and in this unending darkness she’s been kept in she’s done nothing but think about it, the tighter her fingers curl into fists. Her chest constricts with it, this thinking. It drips down the back of her throat and coats her trachea. It wraps itself around her lungs like ivy, squeezing until she finds herself gasping in the middle of the night, struggling to catch her breath, the faint shadow of a thought lingering in the back of her mind.

She feels it rotting her from the inside out, all of this thinking, growing like black bile and spilling out through her eyes, her ears, her mouth, through her clenched fingers and gritted teeth.

She wakes up thinking about the scandal it would cause if it were ever to come out, even the idea of it—the shame of it. The fact that Karolina’s career would be over before anyone would even finish reading the headline.

“Waystar Head of PR caught in sex scandal. Dinner over DOJ!”

How it would add even more fuel to the already blazing dumpster fire that is cruises. How it would scorch every single one of them, cementing the fact that Waystar Royco is in the business of trading bodies.

That last part lingers most in Shiv’s mind—the bodies and the people that trade them, and by the time night rolls around it is all she can think about again.

Karolina’s body, the soft skin Shiv’s fingers and tongue have traced endlessly, the warmth of her, the way her hair curls at the sharp curve of her jaw. Karolina’s scent, the way it seems to always linger everywhere—on pillows and sheets, the collar of Shiv’s jacket, the backseat of the car, the back of Shiv’s mind. Shiv closes her eyes and sees Karolina smiling lazily after a particularly hard day and a stiff drink, sees her purse her lips and lean her forehead against Shiv’s, sees her sitting across a conference table, blinking slowly before looking away, the faintest upturn of a lip lingering for a second before disappearing.

To think of it all, the flush that spreads from Karolina’s chest all the way to the back of her ear when she’s aroused, the firmness of her thighs, the sweet cadence of her laughter—to see it reduced to a bargaining chip. To something that can be exchanged discreetly during a handshake, or slipped into a back pocket. It leaves her nerves taut and aching and rapidly coming undone each time she closes her eyes and pictures a stranger’s hand on Karolina’s shoulder, at the crook of her elbow, gripping the back of her knees, tangled in her soft hair.

When Karolina texts her asking to meet, she almost knocks Tom off the bed getting up.

He doesn’t ask where she’s going, offering only a murmured goodbye and plea to be safe.

She doesn’t know how it’s become such a pitiful affair, their relationship whittled down to a sigh they keep passing from one to the other. A barely flickering light they use to keep from bumping against each other in the dark hallways of their gilded cage. Despite the mangled state of it, despite the blood on both of their hands, she feels it thrumming against her ribcage, the soft memory of it—Paris and easy dinners, Tom’s hands rubbing her shoulders to keep her warm, pulling her into his chest to warm the tip of her nose. Beneath everything they’ve become she can still feel that small root they haven’t eviscerated yet, so she clings onto it, and squeezes Tom’s shoulder softly, urging him to go back to sleep..

-

By the time she makes it to Karolina’s apartment she is panting as if she’d ran the entire distance,  her chest tight as she tries to reteach her lungs the volume of a breath.

They settle on the couch, making stilted conversation while working through a couple of drinks. Once she’s polished off her second glass, Karolina finally turns to face Shiv, head leaned against her hand as their eyes lock for what feels like the first time this entire evening.

“Spit it out.” she sighs, her eyelids heavy with whiskey and exhaustion.

Shiv swallows nervously, debating how much she can say without spilling her rotten entrails all over Karolina’s soft leather couch. She stares into her glass, clicking her nails against it.

“You’re not seriously considering it.” she finally says, furrowing her brows.

She only looks up from her glass when she hears Karolina scoff.

“I wasn’t aware there was room for consideration.” Karolina replies, eyebrow cocked and lip turned up into a scornful smile.

“See, this is what I mean.” she shakes her head. “It’s fucked—it’s fucking wrong.”

Karolina turns away from her, leaning down to pour herself another glass. The decanter shimmers in the warm light, blurring Shiv’s vision. She follows the dancing flickers of light as they spill out of the decanter with the whiskey, then pool into Karolina’s glass, taking flight as Karolina raises the glass to her mouth before finally settling, small and inviting, in the flushness of her bottom lip.

“And what would you like me to do about it, Siobhan?”

When Karolina’s lips begin moving, Shiv has to blink herself awake to recognize the words they are forming. However sweet the distraction, Shiv pulls herself together, gripping her glass as she focuses back on the topic at hand.

“You can tell Karl and his pervy buddy to fuck off.” she suggests half-humouredly.

Karolina furrows her brows, taking another sip of her drink, this time letting out a satisfied hum before turning to look at Shiv over her shoulder, the same mocking smile dangling loosely from her lips. “Can I?”

Shiv leans forward, her knee knocking into Karolina’s as she lowers her head to meet Karolina’s gaze. “So what, you’re actually gonna go on a date with this guy?”

“It’s just a dinner.” Karolina shrugs.

Just like the first time they’d fucked had been a one-time thing. Just like the second time Shiv had slept over had been about the bad weather outside and the traffic. Just like the extra toothbrush in Karolina’s bathroom was a matter of convenience.

Like coal to diamond, nothing too unbending for Karolina to compartmentalize into clear, easily digestible morsels of truth.

Shiv tries to clear her head, but all she sees when she closes her eyes are those goddamn hands—too broad and hungry and wrong, grabbing at Karolina’s flesh. When she tries to take a deep breath it isn’t Karolina’s warm, spicy perfume trailing the end of each inhale, but some tacky, heady cologne filling her lungs until she’s choking with it, sticking to the back of her throat like ammonia.

“Am I the only one who can actually read the writing on the fucking wall?” she finally opens her eyes, turning her head sharply towards Karolina “You know what he wants, Karolina—what he expects.”

“And what would you like me to do about it, Siobhan?”

“Maybe try standing up for yourself?” she shakes her head. “Give that a go.”

“Stand up to whom?” Karolina laughs, raising her glass to her lips again. “I’m perfectly aware of the situation I am in.”

“Then do something about it.” Shiv raises her voice, anger thrashing in waves inside of her.

Karolina places her glass down on the table with a loud clink.

“Shiv, I appreciate your concern, but I can’t have this discussion with you.”

Shiv scoffs, hands gripping her knees as she leans back forcefully against the couch.

“Rain check the dinner. Let me talk to my dad.”

Karolina laughs, the sound of it reverberating harshly inside of Shiv’s skull.

“And tell him what, exactly?” she says, looking over her shoulder at Shiv with narrowed eyes as she drags out her words. “That you don’t like sharing toys?”

“This is not about that.”

“Isn’t it?” Karolina smirks.

Like tar, something hot and sticky begins to pool at the bottom of Shiv’s stomach.

“How am I more concerned about your wellbeing than you are?”

Shiv brings her hands to rub the bridge of her nose, the pressure gathered there digging into her skull like a bullet.  

“There is only one outcome here, Siobhan.” Karolina sighs. “Either I do it, and I’m the whore that did it, or I say no and I’m the cunt that put the company at risk. And to them it’s the same amount of nothing.” she waves a dismissive hand, focusing back on her drink.

“You’re the head of PR, Karolina.” Shiv yells out again, finding herself decreasingly apologetic for her harsh tone.

Karolina doesn’t look back at Shiv this time, speaking around her almost empty glass. “Which works out wonderfully, since I’ll be the one in charge of keeping my own mouth shut.”

“This guy could be dangerous—you know that, right?” Shiv leans back forward, forcing Karolina to look at her. “He works for the DOJ, he’s got money, influence, we don’t even know how long Karl’s known him or how well—”

“So what, Siobhan?” Karolina interrupts her, voice simmering with concealed anger. “No real person involved, right?” she smiles widely, the strain of it marring its usual charm.

Shiv hangs her face in her hands, releasing a shaky breath through her fingers. “This is so fucked.” 

“Mhm.”

She watches Karolina polish off the remaining whiskey in her glass before putting it down with a decisive clink and gingerly resting her hand over Shiv’s thigh. 

“Speaking of things that need fucking.”

Shiv leans into the kiss, letting Karolina’s warm mouth, the whiskey on her tongue and her soft sighs melt away her anger and her fear—prays all of her melts away under Karolina’s hands.

As she closes her eyes, though, there they are—those damned hands. That suffocating smell. That unbearable fucking weight pressing against her chest.

“Wait—sorry.” she pulls away, her hand coming up to grip the one Karolina had wrapped around the back of her head. “This is—it feels weird to be doing this right now.”

Karolina gives an amused frown, whispering something Shiv can’t quite make out before continuing to trail messy kisses across her neck. Shiv lets her, but finds her own hands growing foreign to her as she wraps them around Karolina’s back—too big, too clumsy, and too rough against the smooth skin peeking out from under Karolina’s shirt.

She pulls back again, taking Karolina’s cheek into her hand and running her thumb slowly against her bottom lip as she shake her head softly. Looking at her through heavy lashes, Karolina lets out a soft laugh.

“Come on, you can pay me after.” she winks, pressing her lips flush against Shiv’s thumb.

A cold wave of shock washes over Shiv, paralyzing her. For a moment, all she can do is stare at Karolina like a crazed animal. Then, like a cord snapping, she pushes herself away until no part of their bodies remain connected.

“Christ, what the fuck, Karolina?” she blinks, barely spitting the words out past the wave of nausea rising in her stomach.

Karolina looks only mildly annoyed as she shakes her head. “It was a joke, Siobhan.”

“Yeah, well it’s a bad fucking joke.” Shiv scoffs, turning away to look anywhere else but at Karolina. “You know what, I’ll talk to you later.”

Not bothering to wait for a protest she knows won’t come anyway, she gathers up her things and all but runs out of the apartment, hoping the sound of the door slamming closed behind her might startle some sense back into Karolina.

-

She finds out the day it’s supposed to take place through Roman, and spends each night leading up to it biting her thumbs to shreds. Tom doesn’t ask why she’s barely sleeping these days, and she doesn’t ask him to stay up with her. He sighs, or she sighs, and they move along on their merry way like two placid ghosts, only mildly inconvenienced by the other’s presence. 

Time stretches and constricts around her, the days dragging on endlessly at times, then rushing up to whisper dauntingly in her ear. A weeks passes like a year and a minute, Shiv counting each painful second one minute, then losing track of an entire day the next. By the end of it, she is dizzy and aching and, above all else, missing Karolina like she’d been ripped straight from under her rib. Like she’d always just been there, tucked away in the flesh of Shiv’s breast. Like all she’d been missing was a name for it, that tenderness, and no other could fit quite like Karolina’s. Either something vital, Shiv thinks, or something cancerous—eating away at her until each cell bears less of Shiv and more of Karolina.

Those damned hands never leave the space behind her eyelids, either, only growing bigger and hungrier with each passing moment. And the bigger they get, the more alcohol it takes to keep them at bay. The louder Karolina’s voice rings in her ears, too.

You can pay me.

Like there is a world where a price can be put on Karolina. Like there is a limit to what Shiv will relinquish, would Karolina ask for it. If there is a trading of bodies between them, Shiv realizes, it isn’t Karolina doing the trading.

And she knows, somewhere in the back of her mind, that she isn’t being fair. That the lines Karolina had drawn from the very first minute were as clear and neat as they come, and it’s only the ugly beast of Shiv’s heart that has muddled them beyond recognition. That whatever was festering inside of her was neither right nor righteous, but ugly and selfish, and there was very little separating her own hands from the ones she keeps seeing in her sleep.

Friday rolls around like a death row sentence, and she doesn’t bother drawing the blinds to pretend it isn’t even midday yet when she pours her first drink. She sets her phone in front of her and stares it down until it turns into a blurry blob in front of her eyes.

As the world slips into dusk, Shiv begins to feel the walls crowding her in, that ever-present vise tightening around her chest. Her hands feel numb and heavy as she keeps knocking them against the kitchen counter, against the whiskey bottle, against her glass and against each other.

In front of her, the phone remains silent and mocking.

Roman picks up on the third ring, and tells her it’s set for nine o’clock before she even asks. He doesn’t say anything except that she owes him one. It makes the corners of her eyes sting, but she can’t bring herself to acknowledge it, so she gives Roman a mumbled thanks and hangs up.

By eight o’clock, she is in a bar not too far from Karolina’s apartment, bracing herself against the bar top as she cradles her head in her folded arms. When she sits back up, the entire place sways softly and sweetly in front of her eyes, the warm lighting making the bottles on the shelves behind the bar shimmer like tiny stars.

When she orders another drink and it gets served with a complimentary dirty look from the bartender, a brief moment of clarity washes over Shiv. She catches her own reflection in the mirror panels that house the shelves of liquor and asks herself, for the first time since she’s arrived at this place, what it is she is actually trying to accomplish.

Hanging around Karolina’s neighbourhood like an obsessed ex, hoping for what, exactly, she can’t tell—for Karolina to stumble upon her? For the gutter to sweep her up and deliver her to Karolina’s door? For her hands to stop shaking long enough to do something useful for once and grab onto Karolina and take her away from this entire fucking mess? For Karolina to want it?

For those fucking hands to disappear from her mind.

Without thinking, she slams back her drink, throwing her jacket on before getting up. Her vision slips and slides away from her, and it takes a heavy grip on the bar to steady herself enough to make out a clear path to the exit.

“Sorry m’am, but you still need to pay.”

She turns to see the bartender watching her with the same disdain as earlier. Fumbling with her pockets, she takes her card out and all but throws it in his face. He closes out her tab and hands her back her card. As she reaches for it, he pulls it back.

“You, uh, good to get home?” he raises his brow, looking her up and down.

Straightening her shoulders, Shiv swipes the card out from his hand.

“Yeah, I’m fucking good.” she scoffs. “Got a friend who lives nearby.”

“You sure you don’t want me to call you a cab?” the bartender insists.

“I paid, yeah?” Shiv points the card back at him. “So fuck off.”

She doesn’t wait for a reply, turning sharply around and walking out of the bar.

As the cold air hits her, a shiver runs through her bones as she stares down at her hands, contemplating what to do next.

Then, as if waking up and realizing she’d forgotten to set an alarm, she takes her phone out of her pocket and checks the time. Five to nine.

Karolina had more than likely left already.

A wave of nausea washes over her, and her temples start throbbing. In rapid succession she sees it all—the wine, the drinks, the dessert, the hungry hands and Karolina’s soft skin, the shade of lipstick she keeps for special occasions, the light reflecting off of the tiny stones on her rings as she twists them out of habit. The dim lights and the scratchy car seats.

The alcohol has made her thoughts crueller, more daring, and now it isn’t just Karolina’s polite smile that taunts her, but her laughter, her own hands grabbing back, her lips claiming skin that isn’t Shiv’s. Now it’s Karolina herself playing the game for the sake of playing.

Looking up, Shiv’s mind is already made up—she’s had enough of sitting at the bar, kicking her feet and sipping on flat fucking soda.

-

She doesn’t look at the time again. As she enters Karolina’s building her fists are clenched tightly inside of her pocket, and she has to bite down on her tongue to keep from lashing out at Karolina’s doorman when all he does is politely greet and wave her through.

Her knuckles are red, she notices, as she knocks on Karolina’s door. She blinks, looking down to inspect her hand. Time’s slipped away from her all week, but she doesn’t remember punching anything, or taking up old hobbies again, so it must be the cold, she thinks. Except it wasn’t that cold outside. The whiskey then. Her tongue feels thick inside of her mouth, her teeth sharper. She presses her knuckles against her mouth, blowing softly to bring some warmth back into them.

Her body feels as if it’s on fire, but she can’t quite remember what the weather had been like outside, so she reasons she must be shaking because of the cold still.

“Siobhan.”

She blinks harshly as the door opens, bright light spilling around Karolina’s form like an avalanche. She is wearing a black dress to match the shadows under her eyes, her eyes narrowed into angry slits to match the fire burning inside of Shiv. 

“Hey.”

She straightens her back as Karolina’s eyes rake over her, jutting her chin out defiantly. She tries to do the same, but can’t quite manage to follow the dancing shadows that make up Karolina’s form. 

“You’re drunk.” Karolina says, tone clipped as she drums her nails against the door handle. “And I have a car picking me up in a few minutes.”

Pushing past Karolina, Shiv makes her way into the apartment. The sudden flood of light is dizzying, and she has to blink harshly as her eyes adjust. She turns to find Karolina looking at her expectantly, one hand cocked to her side.

Stuffing her hands in the pockets of her jacket, Shiv realizes the reason her knuckles were red—an ill-timed attempt to grab onto the ATM for support. Pulling out the contents of her pockets, she extends her hands out for Karolina to take.

“Don’t do it.”

Karolina looks at the stack of bills, her eyes not leaving it as she speaks through gritted teeth.

“Shiv, what is this?”

Shiv blinks. “You said I should pay you, so here.” she takes a step forward, pushing the money out towards Karolina. “I’m paying you not to go.”

Karolina laughs, raising a hand to her lips.

“Is this because you think I might actually fuck him?” she furrows her brows, her voice wavering as she finally locks eyes with Shiv. “One pat on the back from daddy and I’m bending over for the entire fucking village, right?” She swallows thickly, letting her anger coat her tongue like a shield. “That’s why you’ve been so concerned about me.”

Karolina’s sharp gaze, though blurred at the edges by the drinks she’s slammed back, is almost enough to make Shiv’s knees buckle.

“I—”

“Get out.”

She shakes her head. “No.”

Karolina takes a step forward.

“Get the fuck out of my house.”

Shiv’s hands are still outstretched, the money making her palms burn as shame fills her, licking up at her insides and crawling up her neck.

She clears her throat, attempting to straighten her back, the light catching on each wrinkle on those goddamn bills.

“I’m not letting you do this, Karolina.” 

“Letting me?” Karolina scoffs. “You need to leave, Siobhan.”

Shiv begins to protest as Karolina takes a step forward.

“Get out.” Karolina says, her voice devoid of emotion, though her eyes have become glassy.

Shiv shakes her head, a few errant tears spilling past her eyelashes, which she wipes at roughly with her forearm.

“Don’t fuck him.” she whispers harshly. “Please. Just don’t fuck him.”

As a last-ditch effort she motions weakly to the money in her hands, only to be met with a furious glare from Karolina. In a flash, Karolina’s hands are on Shiv’s wrist, attempting to wrangle her out of the apartment while Shiv struggles, kicking her feet as she tries to pull her hands out of Karolina’s grasp.

Far too dizzy to put up much of a fight, Shiv finds it harder to keep a single image of Karolina floating in front of her eyes than to push away Karolina’s hands. Taking a step back to clear her swaying vision, she doesn’t notice the small threshold separating Karolina’s dining room from her hallway until her heel connects with it, sending her flying back as the money she’s been holding scatters up in the air.  

Karolina’s hand in on her arm instantly, catching her. Through the shock, all Shiv can feel are Karolina’s hands on her and Karolina’s worried gaze swimming in her eyes, hundred-dollar bills flying around them like dirty confetti.

Karolina’s hand never leaves her arm, the warmth of her palm seeping into Shiv’s skin like a soothing balm. Desperate to erase the scowl on her face, Shiv does the only thing she knows—the only thing she’s ever wanted to do. She kisses Karolina. Hungry and shameless, she presses herself flush against Karolina, though she keeps her hands by her side, not willing to let any of the grime off of that money touch any part of Karolina.

She feels Karolina pull back at first, the fingers wrapped around Shiv’s arm digging deeper as they push Shiv away. Then, with a soft exhale, Karolina’s other hand comes up to grip the back of her head as she pulls Shiv in.

As Karolina deepens the kiss, all Shiv can hear, feel or smell is Karolina. Karolina’s hand moves from the back of her head to her jaw, nails raking against Shiv’s cheek as it travels lower, fingers wrapping themselves around Shiv’s throat, and all Shiv can think of is how sweet of a death it would be, to let those fingers steal her last breath.

For a moment she thinks it might be happening—that Karolina might actually plan on killing her. That she might let her.

Her throat constricts as Karolina presses her hand against Shiv’s throat and it’s only when Karolina pulls back from the kiss and gives Shiv a sharp nod that she realizes what she’s doing. So, she lets Karolina push her back through the apartment, her heels slipping against the money littering the floor as she still refuses to let her hands stain Karolina’s skin.

Once she feels the sharp edge of a table hit the back of her thighs she stops. Karolina narrows her eyes, her nails digging into Shiv’s neck as her other hand grips her thigh, hoisting her up on the table. She pushes Shiv until her back is flush against the table, the glass cool as she presses her cheek into it.

A part of Shiv wonders briefly whether Karolina realizes she can only push so far while still gripping tightly.

Satisfied with her work, yet still keeping her hand firmly pressed against the column of Shiv’s throat, Karolina begins to kiss her way down Shiv’s neck, stopping only to sigh into her ear.

“You wanna pay for me, huh?” she says, her teeth grazing Shiv’s ear.

“No.” Shiv gasps.

“Yeah you do.” Karolina whispers sweet and sickly into her ear, before lifting her head to look Shiv in the eye. “You think you can buy me.”

Shiv swallows thickly, her neck straining against Karolina’s thumb.

“Karolina, I—“

Karolina cuts her off with a kiss, catching Shiv’s bottom lip between her teeth before releasing it with a wet pop.

“What are you going to make me do?” she raises her brow, her eyes tracing every contour of Shiv’s face as if drawing an intricate map of it.

“Nothing.” Shiv shakes her head.

“Oh, come on, Siobhan.” Karolina sighs in disappointment. “I’m yours, what do you want me to do?”

As she speaks, her hands travel the expanse of Shiv’s body. She wastes no time with niceties, gripping and tearing roughly until her hand dips below the waistband of Shiv’s trousers.

“Whatever you want.” Shiv gasps.

Unable to bear it any longer, she finally lets her arms wrap around Karolina’s back, dirty and shameful as they are.

“Anything you want.” she murmurs, her eyes drifting shut.

“Hm.” She feels Karolina’s breath hot in her ear as the ends of her hair tickle her neck. “Do you like this? This enough bang for your buck?”

She finishes the sentence with a soft pop that reverberates inside of Shiv’s ear like a war drum.

With every inch of her surrounded in Karolina—her perfume, her heaving breath, the ends of her hair tickling Shiv’s skin, her hands making her come undone, the only thing Shiv can do is nod.

She comes with Karolina biting down on her shoulder as she tangles her fingers in Karolina’s hair, both of them still pushing and pulling each other apart.

She’s still trying to catch her breath when Karolina gets up, deserting her on the now cold dining room table, whining and panting like a sick dog. Still dizzy, she allows the alcohol and Karolina’s perfume to rock her gently like a sailboat, as she listens to the rhythmic sound of Karolina’s heels clicking as she moves through the apartment.

Finally, she pulls herself upright, her stomach dropping as she takes in the bills strewn around Karolina’s house—her home. Yet another thing Shiv’s managed to taint.

“My ride’s here.”

She turns to see Karolina entering the room, tapping away at her phone, Shiv barely an afterthought. There isn’t an inch of her that hasn’t been smoothed or retouched to perfection. The only thing that betrays her is the flush spreading across the narrow strip of skin exposed by the neckline of her dress. It crawls up her neck, biting her cheeks, her lips slightly swollen underneath the meticulously applied lipstick.

“Karolina…”

Shiv pauses, waiting for Karolina to look up. She doesn’t, fishing around until she pulls out a set of keys and sets them on the table, next to Shiv’s hand.

“You can leave them with my doorman after you’re done cleaning all of this up.” she nods towards the floor.

As she makes to go, Shiv grabs her wrist. “Karolina, wait.”

Karolina turns sharply, her knees almost knocking into Shiv’s. The column of her neck is still flushed and damp with sweat. When she leans in to speak to her, another wave of her perfume rolls softly over Shiv, stinging the back of her throat.

Her eyes never leave Shiv’s as she speaks, her voice the coldest Shiv’s ever heard her.

“I am done with you, and your family. And your fucking money.”

Karolina doesn’t spare Shiv another glance as she delicately frees her wrist from Shiv’s grasp and exists the room, her heels clicking a haunting hymn throughout the apartment that lingers in Shiv’s mind long after she’s gone.

-

The first thing Shiv ever does in Karolina’s apartment in her absence is cry. Not a full, heaving chest sob, but a few simmering tears, her hands still gripping the dining table as she grinds her teeth into fragments.

The second thing she does is throw up.

For a moment, she contemplates not bothering to make it to the toilet. To spill her entrails all over Karolina’s nice floors and show her exactly what this entire affair had turned Shiv into—let her pick through the mess and see if she would’ve taken it better.

She doesn’t, ultimately settling for propping her head against the cool porcelain of the toilet bowl whilst inspecting Karolina’s array of cleaning supplies tucked under her bathroom sink. After she feels herself moderately hollowed out, she grabs one of the bottles at random, splashing some liquid into the toilet before flushing.

As she moves from the guest bathroom to the one in Karolina’s bedroom where she’d started leaving a toothbrush out for her, she feels her body settling into a comfortable routine which she decides so cling onto.

So, she sets about brushing her teeth, before turning on the shower and busying herself with remembering which of the nearly identical bottles inside was Karolina’s body wash, before picking the one that smelled the best.

The shower seems to set her straight, and as she walks out into Karolina’s bedroom, the cool air feels like a cleansing wave as it envelops her. For the first time in days, she feels like she can take in a full breath, without some invisible vise gripping her heart.

If she closes her eyes, she can almost imagine Karolina somewhere in the house, her feet padding softly as she gets ready for work. She’d always wait as long as possible to wake Shiv up, always peeking through the door with a tiny frown and a steaming cup of coffee.

She can’t quite recall when it had snuck up on them, this twisted kind of domesticity. When being at home had begun to feel more like sneaking around than being here, with Karolina.

She rummages through Karolina’s drawers, picking out a pair of shorts and an old, oversized t-shirt from Karolina’s college days, Debbie Harry’s faded face shooting daggers at her as she dries her hair.

Karolina’s heels are still clicking a steady, deafening rhythm inside of her head as she sets about cleaning up the dining room, her knees sticking to the cold floor as she picks up each discarded bill and stuffs it into a garbage bag.

-

Like an alert dog, the sound of the door opening startles Shiv awake. For lack of something to throw over herself in some semblance of a shield, she tucks her hair behind her ears and steps out of the bedroom, her bare feet padding softly against the floor as she makes her way into the kitchen.

Karolina is leaning against the kitchen island, her back to Shiv. A bottle of gin sits next to her, its cap thrown on the other side of the island.

Shiv approaches her slowly, her mouth drying as she takes her in. Her hair is messier than it had been when she’d left, the ends of it curling around her chin. There are tiny flecks of mascara stuck to the corners of her eyes, and the flush hidden beneath her foundation had begun to peek through. 

When Karolina finally turns to look at her, all she gets is a dismissive nod, before her attention returns to the glass she is cradling.

“Why are you still in my house?” she says, her tone flat as she drums her fingers against the glass.

“Well, someone had to make sure you were fucking okay.” Shiv huffs out a quiet laugh. “Guy could’ve gone all Silence of The Lambs on your ass.”

Karolina doesn’t say anything, only quirking an eyebrow as she downs her drink in one large gulp before filling it back up.

“So, uh, are you? Okay?”

“Oh, yeah.” Karolina nods. “I’m great.”

“Good, good.” Shiv purses her lips, biting the inside of her cheek as she takes a few more steps towards her, rounding the kitchen until she is sitting opposite Karolina. “Yeah, I also like to slam back straight gin when I’m okay.”

Only receiving a slow, distanced nod in return, she crosses her arms, staring down at Karolina’s clutched hands. “I got some takeout. I saved you some.”

“I already ate.”

“Okay.” Shiv sighs. “I, uh, also got some tiramisu—from that place you like.”

“I had dessert, too.” Karolina cuts her off with a glare.

“Right.” Shiv nods, lips pulled back in a tight smile. “Well, it’s in the fridge. Take-out’s in the microwave.”

She watches the tension coil inside of Karolina’s shoulders, her eyes darting wildly anywhere but in Shiv’s direction. With a determined exhale, she gets up to grab a glass for herself, sensing Karolina’s eyes following her as she moves to the cupboard behind her.

Glass in hand, she moves on to the fridge, grabbing a bottle of tonic water before returning to her seat with a proud smirk.

“So, how was it?”

She doesn’t meet Karolina’s gaze, feigning concentration as she makes her drink.

Karolina shrugs, clicking her nails against her glass, the muted trill sending goosebumps down Shiv’s arms. When she finally looks up, she finds Karolina looking at her, really looking at her, for what feels like the first time since this whole fucking mess had started.

Her gaze burns something shameful and awfully sad in Shiv’s chest, her grip on the bottle weakening as she fully takes in the exhaustion reflected in Karolina’s eyes.

“I’m sorry.” Shiv begins. “Karolina, I—”

Karolina silences her with a shaky hand.

“Shiv, what do you think of me?” she furrows her brows, gaze returning to the glass she is cradling.

“What do you mean?” Shiv murmurs.

Karolina pauses, her thumbs caressing the lip of her glass before she looks up again.

“You threw a stack of money at me.”

“That—I’m sorry.” Shiv closes her eyes, swallowing the shame tightening in her throat. “I didn’t mean—”

Karolina shakes her head, raising the glass to her lips. “If I told you I fucked him, what would you think?”

Shiv exhales a shaky laugh, frowning. “I think I’d track him down and break his fucking kneecaps.”

“If I said I’d wanted to?”

“Did you?” Shiv whispers, finding it excruciatingly painful to speak through the lump in her throat.

Karolina shrugs, reaching for the bottle of gin. Just as her hand meets it, Shiv stops her, wrapping her fingers tightly against Karolina’s wrist.

Karolina’s always run a bit cold, something Shiv would normally take great delight in teasing her about, but now her hand feels frozen to its core.

Then again, it might be Shiv that’s burning up.

“Karolina, did something…happen?” she swallows, desperately trying to keep her voice steady. “Are you…”

“I’m fine.” she pulls her hand from under Shiv’s, bringing the bottle with her.

This time, though, she throws in some tonic water as well, taking a sip as she shoots Shiv a pointed look.

“Are you?” Shiv asks, her voice raising as the hand that had been holding Karolina’s tightens into a fist.

“Nothing happened, Shiv.” Karolina looks at her, nodding softly.

Shiv releases a shaky breath. “Okay. Good.” she shakes her head. “I—good.”

She takes a large gulp out of her glass. The alternative, she thinks, might have made this her last drink.

“He called his colleague while he was dropping me off.” Karolina continues, her voice almost slipping back into her professional tone. “He’ll try to either push back our date or get the case quietly dismissed.”

“He better.” Shiv scoffs into her glass as she takes another sip.

They sit in silence for a while, Shiv sipping quietly at her drink as she watches Karolina’s glassy eyes move over the apartment, over Shiv, over her own hands, getting stuck on an errant thought, on the precipice of some sentence, before resuming their aimless search.

Finally, her eyes settle on Shiv.

“Why are you still here, Siobhan?” she says, quietly.

Shiv shrugs, a smile tugging at her lips. “I don’t know, why haven’t you tried to kick me out again?”

“You don’t seem to listen when I do.” Karolina frowns, though it feels less like anger and more like curiosity.

The entire night crashes into Shiv like an angry wave, reminding her of everything that has brought them to this table. Reminding her that no matter how much she scrubs at her hands, they might never feel clean again.

“Tell me to go again and I will.” she whispers, throwing her drink back and placing it down with a quiet thud.

Karolina shrugs, waving a dismissive hand in front of her. She looks like something out a Hopper painting, shoulders fallen onto themselves and eyes cast downwards, into her glass, as if whatever answer she is looking for was hidden within her own reflection.

Taking a steadying breath, Shiv reaches out again, placing her hand gently against her forearm, willing Karolina to look at her.

“Karolina, you can tell me to fuck off, but just—you’re scaring me right now.”

Karolina bites her lip, shaking her head.

“What the fuck did I do?”

Shiv watches with muted horror as Karolina collapses in on herself, her entire body shaking as her head drops into her hands. Despite the freezing terror running through her, a quick jolt sends her rushing towards Karolina, her hands reaching for the woman’s shoulders like the columns of a crumbling building.

“Hey, hey—it’s okay.” she murmurs.

Karolina tenses under her hands briefly, making Shiv still her movements. Then, Shiv sees her shift her body slightly towards her, giving her all the encouragement she needs to wrap her arms fully around Karolina.

“You’re okay.” Shiv whispers, placing a soft kiss on the crown of Karolina’s head. “You saved all of our asses tonight.”

Karolina’s hair smells like perfume and smoke, and her skin feels cold and feverish at the same time. She barely makes a sound as she cries, the only evidence of it the tremor that rattles her, sending shockwaves down Shiv’s spine.

Bone-tired and still dizzy from all the alcohol she’s consumed for the past weeks, Shiv holds Karolina like they are two sailors lost at sea, each sob rocking Karolina’s body a wave that Shiv tries to shield them against, her grip tightening as she presses soft kisses into Karolina’s hair.

When she finally feels Karolina’s shoulders stilling, she takes a tentative step back to let her catch her breath, her hands still rubbing soft circles into Karolina’s shoulder.

Rubbing clumsily at her eyes, Karolina draws shaky breaths as she flakes bits of mascara off of her fingers. Once she’s caught her breath, she looks up at Shiv.

“I could’ve refused.” she swallows tightly, propping her head in one hand as she smiles ruefully. “I could’ve said no.”

Shiv shakes her head. Her hands reach out as Karolina begins to turn away from her, pulling her back until they are eye to eye.

“Hey, look at me.” she says softly, like she’s approaching a wounded bird, scared it might try to fly away. “Karolina, look at me.”

Karolina does, her eyes glimmering in the dim light. Red-rimmed and blurring into darkness, her eyes look like diamonds drowning in blood.

“You did everything right.” Shiv blinks, one hand gripping the back of Karolina’s head. “If you’re gonna blame anyone, blame me or that fucking perv, or dad or goddamn Karl. But you didn’t do anything wrong.”

Karolina bites her cheek, a hand coming up to wrap loosely around Shiv’s wrist. “This is going stick to me like shit.”

“No, it’s not.” Shiv shakes her head, brows furrowed in anger as she rubs her thumb over Karolina’s temple. “And if it does, you’re the only one in that place worth any fucking thing, anyway. Let it stick—see if anyone’s dumb enough to say anything.”

Karolina laughs, squeezing Shiv’s hand.

“Evidently you haven’t spent enough time around that place.”

“I’ve spent enough time around you.” Shiv smiles, still frowning, though for the first time in what’s felt like months she feels some of the tension building inside of her ribcage begin to ease away, if only from the sight of Karolina’s upturned lip.

“You’re being very kind, Shiv.”

Shiv shakes her head.

“No, I’m really not a very kind person.” she says quietly.

Hand still gripping the back of Karolina’s head, she leans down to kiss her. It isn’t a soft kiss, both of them too bruised to ever grasp without a trace of hunger, but it stills something inside of them.

The waves begin to smooth out into lulling ripples. Despite the dark depths surrounding them, they can finally turn to take in the sight. To trace out some horizon line.  

Karolina is the one to break it, her hand still wrapped tightly around Shiv’s as she looks up.

“You’re staying the night?” she asks.

“Mhm.” Shiv smiles. “`Till you tell me to go.”

#shivlina #succession fic #siobhan roy #karolina novotney #succession #my fics

[cursingtoji]

Ngl about that nipple scratching with teeth... i thought about that A LOT so I am glad someone is voicing out my thoughts on main

IKR i can’t stop thinking about it

to spend all day with an itchy nipple is so annoying, at some point you decide to ask for some help with it and Jiraiya is more than happy to be the one to provide you some relief.

He spreads his legs and pats his lap, urging you to sit on it.

“So what are we talking about here?” he pushes your shirt up helping you remove it to free your tits.

“I think it was a mosquito bite or something” you look down at your right breast, Jiraya quickly cups it, his big rough hand already contrasting with your soft skin, he rubs his thumb on your nipple without any pressure, the light friction makes you wanna scratch it even more.

“Jiraiya—“ you whine, moving your back away but his other hand holds you by your waist.

“You’re quite sensitive today, aren’t ya?” he flicks your nipple and you squirm on his lap.

“That’s not what I asked for” you whine again, hand wrapping around his wrist.

“So spoiled” he leans and bites your lobe, “Lemme have some fun first” rough fingers pinch your nipple and you moan, your tiny hand trying to get in between his to scratch it yourself but he slaps it away. His nails are short, yet he tries rub them on you, “Better?”

“Mhm” you sigh in relief, holding his bicep, “But it’s not enough.”

“Mm” he kisses you jaw moving down your neck until his lips are right above where you need him the most.

Jiraya presses his tongue starting on your areola, wetting the whole area with his saliva then getting away just enough to blow on it.

“Fuck” he does it a few times, your nipple so sensitive by now that the light stimulation makes you feel a pool starting to form between your legs. When Jiraiya finally wraps his warm lips on your cold bud you can’t help yourself from rubbing your core on his crotch, he clearly was very glad to help.

You moan his name, hands moving to tug his hair when he starts to use his teeth on that exactly itchy spot. The orgasmic sensation makes your core burn as you dry hump him. His hand on your ass encourages you as the other folds your other breast cause he doesn’t want it to feel lonely. Your back arches, pushing your breast even more against his face.

“Seems like there’s another place you need scratched, darling” he cups your core through your shorts, “Right here? Yeah?” his middle and index finger run on your slit, making your forget why you came to him in the first place until he bites your nipple more roughly this time, “What kind of boyfriend I would be if didn’t help you with that as well…”

#— mailbox 💌 #here i am itching my own nipple as i write that #naruto x reader #jiraiya x reader #jiraiya smut #jiraiya x you

[cuddles-with-dragons]

Boss: Who the fuck- Fixer: Language! Boss: Whom the fuck- Fixer: No.

Sev: What has the galaxy ever done for you?! Why would you wanna save it?! Scorch: Cause I’m one of the idiots who lives in it!

Scorch & Wrecker: *accidentally set the kitchen on fire* Scorch: We need an adult! Wrecker: Scorch, we are adults! Scorch: We need an adultier adult! Get Hunter!

Tech: Isn't it weird that people kill mosquitoes just because they're annoying? Scorch: Damn, if people did that to each other, Fixer would've killed me years ago.

Sev: “Ladies and gentlemen” is unnecessarily gendered, overly formal, lengthy, and honestly, I’m falling asleep already. “Cowards” on the other hand, is inclusive to all genders, to the point, and dramatic.

Echo: Stop setting things on fire because you're curious about what will happen. What will happen is fire. Scorch: But what if something else happens just this one time.

Boss: Hoodie pockets are so great. I can fit like three sandwiches and a grenade in there and my hands are still warm.

Crosshair: So... what’s goin’ on? Boss: You want the long version or the short version? Crosshair, hesitantly: The short one, I guess? Boss: Shit’s fucked. Crosshair: Oh. Well, yeah, that’s definitely not an optimal situation.

Hunter: *finds half a watermelon at Whole Foods* Hunter, holding it up for everyone to see: LIES!

#the bad batch #repcomm #tbb #rc scorch #rc fixer #rc boss #rc sev #tbb wrecker #tbb tech #tbb echo #tbb crosshair #tbb hunter

[tihgnari]

ꕤ 16. a dunk of cold water

tw: cursing / wc: 1.4k

the busy city life on the other side of the café's window is a welcomed scenery. it's a drastic change from the stuffy library you sit in with other students as you burn through hours and hours of studying. not to mention a few exciting things that happened within the past hour, such as a couple breaking up at the table behind you, a rude customer getting kicked out, or ayaka's curious gaze as she asked you a question you certainly did not see coming.

"what have you and yoimiya been up to these days, anyway?" she shrugs, looking elsewhere, as her fingers fidget around the comfortingly warm mug of hot chocolate. "not that i'm jealous… okay, maybe i am, but only because it feels like i'm out of the loop with you these days."

frankly, it was pretty easy to sum everything up—"oh, don't worry bestie, you're not missing much out of my poor old boring life! only that i like your brother and we text often but he doesn't know it's me he's texting, but i'm sad he doesn't even ask questions about our little game anymore and would rather talk about that stupid girl he likes."—but you rather get deposed and kicked out of the university than ever admit that to ayaka.

technically, she only said you can't date ayato so having a teeny tiny crush isn't exactly part of the rules she had set for you.

despite the loophole, guilt weighs heavy in your heart, and you can't find yourself lying to her more than you "already" are.

so, you compromised.

"i think i like someone. the guy i kissed at the kappa sig party? yeah, him. but i don't like that i like him because he's way out of my league and yoimiya heard from other students that he likes someone. you're not exactly out of the loop."

ayaka frowns, looking genuinely sad as she pouts.

"oh no, the one time you finally like someone and this happens? forgive me if i'm wrong but is this the reason why you went out on that friendly date with haru?"

"yeah."

as expected, miss president catches on fast.

it's truly the 8th wonder of the world when someone as awfully clumsy as you managed to keep your growing affection for a certain someone's older brother a secret for so long. it definitely keeps you up at night.

"can i ask what's his name?"

oh fuck.

"his what?"

you nearly shot whipped cream through your nostrils.

ayaka chuckles. "his name, what major is he in, what year he is… oh you know! all the juicy stuff. is he a good kisser?"

yeah, haha no-no to the juicy stuff please, and don't ask me if he's a good kisser he's literally your older brother. ew.

"oh that…" you stutter. "well, funny story i don't… don't actually know his name! i only know that he's from a different university. the night we kissed was really blurry haha. drank and partied too much, you know, so i hardly remember much from it. it's just a tiny crush anyway, you know how exaggerated yoimiya gets. that's really all there is to it!"

your phone vibrates, an incoming call from…

aya-too hot to handle

SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!

"so, yn, i was kinda wondering if…"

your hand shoots to grab the tiny menace and cover that offending contact name. too caught up in your panicked state, your palm bangs against the table and alerts nearly everyone within your table's vicinity. heads turning to see what caused the abrupt loud noise—you'll take this humiliation than ayaka finding out the truth.

your bestfriend stops speaking, looking at you with an expression you can't read.

holy shit. is this it? is she gonna find out? is this my death? is 'tis the day the blinding light of a goddess fully embraces me and guides me towards the mysterious afterlife???

"i can—"

"here's a tissue! why did you have to kill the mosquito with your bare hands?! now, look! all it's grimy mosquito blood is on your phone screen!"

hallelujah! god bless, mosquito!

"ah!" you forced out a laugh. "hahaha! right! i was getting annoyed by it, and i was scared it might land on our food."

ayaka promptly agrees and carries on the conversation as you sneakily send a text to ayato, who's impeccable and wonderful timing will be your thirteenth reason.

to: aya-too hot to handle —DONT CALL ME

aya-too hot to handle, replied: —but why :(

you wanted to bang your head against the wall or throw yourself out of the window and run like a mad person down the streets. anything would've been better than this situation and you draw the conclusion that you should have rejected ayaka's offer to go to a café outside campus.

you can already imagine the absolute joy in yoimiya's face as she laughs at you and your misery once you tell her about all the shit that went down.

"oh, ayaka, yn, didn't expect to see you girls here." 

is that god you hear?

ayato stands unfairly handsome despite being in a simple hoodie and some sweatpants, standing next to a girl you clearly have not seen before in your entire life.

"nii-san! what are you doing here?" ayaka asks after shooting the girl a friendly smile. a smile you can't give her no matter how much you force yourself into trying to act normal.

ayato blinks before. "i live around the area, remember? plus, the boys are over at the apartment and i lost at rock paper scissors. so here we are, buying their coffee."

the girl scoffs before laughing as she playfully bumps his shoulders. "if only you didn't try to play mind games with them! seriously, who yells out what they're gonna use in rock paper scissors and actually ends up using it?"

"wait, what?" ayaka laughs together with her.

huh, getting all chummy with the sister-in-law already?

"'yato was trying to mess with itto and say he'll use scissors. so itto used rock but ayato actually ended up using scissors and he lost."

fucking excuse me? "'YATO"?!

"no way?" ayaka says before laughing with the girl.

ayato groans, pulling her away by her hand. "come on, kana. i wanna get back home already and start the movie marathon."

the girl—kana—rolls her eyes before sending ayaka and you one last smile, letting herself be tugged away by ayato to the counter.

"do you think they're together?" ayaka whispers, leaning over the table as if ayato and kana can hear her from way across the room. "i wish they are. they look great together, don't you agree?"

no, they don't. BOOOO.

"dunno," you shrug. "maybe?"

you feel any form of happiness and excitement getting sucked out of your body as you replay the scene of ayato's fingers curling around kana's before pulling her away toward the counter. was she the girl he liked? it's gotta be. she's pretty. someone who just fits into ayato's side so much that when other people see the pair, they immediately go, "omg! they look perfect together! their future kids won the gene pool!" and judging by your oblivious best friend's reaction, your hypothesis is proven true.

you're lying. they do look great together. so great, that you can't even deny it. you've never been in his league, not even an arm's reach—and seeing kana was a reminder. a reminder you weren't ready to see and a dunk of cold water on your already shivering frame.

"well, i hope they're dating so i don't have to worry about nii-san's future anymore. being an heir to an empire's more like a prison than a blessing, if ya ask me."

you wanted her to stop talking but couldn't find the words to. not that you'll be able to explain and get away with why you genuinely wanted her to shut up.

you've been so out of it that you don't notice both your phones have been notifying text message after text message until ayaka's loud exclaim snaps you out of it.

"i can't believe this! and right when it's the day before the show."

"wait, what? huh?"

"hiroto quit the hosting gig last-minute! aren't you reading our group chat right now?!"

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a kamisato ayato social media au

summary — it was only recently you found out kamisato ayaka was, in fact, not an only child after all! seeing ayato for the first time gave you the severest case of the butterflies but according to ayaka, he’s off limits, especially to you as her most treasured friend. well, what she doesn’t know won’t hurt, right?

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#genshin imagines #ayato kamisato imagines #kamisato ayato smau #genshin smau #genshinimpact smau #genshin impact x you #genshin impact x y/n #genshin impact x reader #genshin x you #genshin x reader #genshin x y/n #ayato kamisato x reader #ayato kamisato x y/n #ayato kamisato x you