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PLEASER .ᐟ 𝓢HAUNA SHIPMAN

♱ though you were the antler queen, shauna seemed oddly comfortable bossing you around

♱ cw; slight!nsfw under the cut, harsh language, f!r, boyfriend!shauna, natstoryline!r, shauna would’ve been nicer if they just let my girl lezz out :/

“loser says ‘what’.” mari hissed in her ear in passing.

shauna’s head snapped back, but before she could spit back, you were quick to pounce to your feet. “knock it off, mar!”

the butcher brushed past you, charging at mari.

tackling the raven-haired girl to the ground, shauna held mari’s arm against her back. she held up the bandaged fist, leaning down to whisper through the struggle, “say one more fucking word, and it’ll be your whole fucking arm.”

“jesus--!” you barked, surging to split the two writhing on the ground. “enough already!”

tai and melissa lunged to grab shauna by her arms. you held mari, shoving her behind you. you caught the snarl on the brunette’s face, holding up a hand, gesturing for her to calm down. “what the fuck, shipman?”

“your pet is being a bitch. maybe you should string that leash a little tighter.” she spat through a clenched jaw.

“did you just call me a pet--?”

“okay, enough!” you stepped to place yourself just in the centre, between the two of them. “you guys want me to play the warden? fine. starting tomorrow, both of you are on house arrest. i don’t want to see either of you out of your huts and anywhere near each other. did i make myself clear?”

shauna jerked out of her guards’ grasp, rolling her eyes.

you raised your eyebrows, hands on your hips. eyeing between them when you got no response. “am i clear?” you repeated.

mari nodded, exhaling shakily. god, was she relieved.

if it weren’t for you, she was sure she would’ve been in store as next winter’s rations by now.

as you watched mari stroll off, you drew shauna’s gaze.

the butcher stepped towards you, her rough hand latching unto your arm harshly. her lips brushing against the helix of your ear as she growled, “hut. now.”

you let her drag you off to her hut, indifferent to the looks of question a couple pair of eyes flashed your way.

“what?” you scoffed, hands on your hips. “what is it?”

“what’d you mean ‘what’? you totally steamrolled me out there.” she barked, “are you fucking serious?”

ah, it might be appropriate to mention; you and shauna had a rather… complicated relationship dynamic.

her and jackie used to be a package deal. you wanted jackie, shauna came with. one couldn’t, and wouldn’t, go without the other. but after the crash, the bond between the two grew estranged, and eventually, shauna sought solace in the one yellowjacket that had yet to turn their back upon her.

she was desperate. she was pregnant. you were there.

you were there to say the things jackie wouldn’t, the ones she hopelessly needed to hear.

“i can’t have you and mari stirring up a storm around here anymore,” you sighed, “tension’s high and morale’s low, the last thing we need is some petty playground beef.”

“you’re gonna walk out there and let us go, warden.”

her little acts of rebellion were what she needed, so you let the first couple slip. but you were deeply regretting letting her get away with them, because now she won’t stop.

your authority meant little to shauna, and you need an urgent revamp to remind her just who was put in charge.

“no.” you replied. you swore you saw steam from her ears.

“no?” she replied, her lips curling into a vindictive smirk, her eyebrows still deeply furrowed. “did you just say ‘no’ to me?”

you crossed your arms, swallowing your nerves.

“yes, shipman. i said no.”

“stop fucking calling me that.” you were quickly pinned to the wall, shauna’s hand around your neck. a stunned gasp escaped your lips, her fingers etching her mark into your skin. “here’s what’s gonna happen. i’m not gonna be on house arrest, no, but mari will be. you’ll make sure that little pest stays out of my lane, and you won’t shame me like that in front of everybody again. do you understand?”

you let out a small whimper, nodding frantically.

her grip on your throat tightened, your pulse racing against her fingertips. “use your words.” she ordered, her breath grazing the burning tip of your ears.

“yes.” you managed, squirming beneath her.

“yes, ‘what’?” she asked, you knew just how to appease her.

“yes, shauna.” you breathed, feeling her warm palm creep up your shirt and caress your waist. “i understand.”

“good.” she hummed, her hand on your neck gliding smoothly up the curve of your neck to grab your jaw. her dull, doe eyes peered down at your lips, her own parting as her chest heaved with each quickening breath.

“wait, is that shauna?” gen questioned, tilting her head and narrowing her eyes for a closer glimpse.

melissa’s head snapped towards the back of camp, where they watched the butcher sharpen her knife. her shaggy hair parted to the side, and her flannel sleeves rolled up to her elbows.

“isn’t she supposed to be on house arrest?”

“right, ‘cause shauna’s the most obedient person we know,” melissa scoffed, “she’s probably violating her probation just to piss y/n off for putting her in time out--here.”

the blonde led the other towards your hut, where you were in a meeting with nat and tai about the logistics of camp.

upon the two shielding any light pouring through the arched opening of your private hut, all three pairs of your eyes looked up at the two standing amidst your doorway.

“y/n, can we talk to you for a second?” melissa asked.

you raised an eyebrow, you lips parting in hesitance. you glanced back towards tai and nat sitting on the cushions before you. you scoffed softly, a polite smile across your lips. “i’m kinda in the middle of something, ladies.”

“it’s kinda urgent,” gen added, her grimace evident.

you sighed, but after a quick nod of approval from tai and an indifferent shrug from nat, you gestured for them to continue.

“we think… shauna’s plotting something.” melissa’s voice fell to a hushed whisper at the end, “she’s either planning on jumping you or mari, we don’t know which.”

the hut fell silent for a moment.

you paused, rescinding your though before speaking. “what?”

“uhm, shauna? the big raging monster who’s been biting people and shit?” gen cocked her head. “she’s dangerous.”

“what makes you say that--? the killing part, i mean.” your eyebrows furrowed, pinching the bridge of your nose.

on top of lottie’s supernatural bs, conspiracies were too much.

“she’s not in her hut, she’s strutting around camp like she didn’t fucking assault mari.” melissa’s thumb pointed outside.

“uh,” you stammered, “i, uh… lifted the punishment.”

“what?” tai hissed, “are you batshit? you can’t just let shauna get away with treating mari like a chew toy.” she shot forward. “this is exactly what we were just talking about, y/n, soon enough, she’ll actually believe she can get away with anything. you’ve gotta put that ban back right now.”

you groaned, “look, i talked to shauna after and she knows what she did was wrong! it wasn’t like mari didn’t light the fuse, it’s not fair i punish her.”

“isn’t that why you punished them both in the first place?”

you sighed, rolling your eyes before glaring at the italian. as if mentally telling her, ‘not helping, nat!’

“what you did was nice and just. now that you’ve got shauna running free and mari serving time, you’ve tipped the scale again.” tai crossed her arms, “you’ve gotta set your foot down with her before she actually does do some damage.”

you held your hands up. “okay, okay! i’ll talk to her.”

you shuffled up, scurrying between melissa and gen, who made way for you. the two disperse as well, eager to catch the drama of your confrontation. as you disappear from their view, tai and nat share a mutual look of skepticism.

“how much do you wanna bet they’re fucking?”

tai sneered at nat’s prompt. “oh, come on. like y/n would ever.”

the blonde chuckled, shaking her head. “dude, think about it for a second, it’s so fucking obvious.”

“see, i actually like y/n, so i wouldn’t wish this upon her.”

“really?” nat scoffed, “how does two weeks of chores sound?”

tai narrowed her eyes, pursing her lips. after a brief pause, she slapped nat’s hand harshly in a shake, sealing the reward.

when shauna saw you approaching her, the first thing she could see was the hickey peeking out of your shorts with every stride you took. her heart swelled with pride.

she smirked to herself, setting her knife down, bracing herself for whatever excuse of a scolding you were about to give.

“shipman, get back in your hut!” you yelled harshly.

taken aback by the alternative approach, she scoffed. “what?”

“you heard me.” you spat, grabbing her arm and yanking her up. your hands planted on her chest, nudging her backwards towards her hut. “i don’t want you out of here until the sun comes up tomorrow morning.”

“the fuck?” she grabbed your wrists, “hold on--!”

“no, you listen to me.” you hissed, “people are starting to notice me cutting you slack, i want you to take this punishment and think about how you can control your anger issues.”

“hey! have you forgotten who you’re talking to?”

you shoved her straight into her hut. she fell back into the cushions making a bed, watching as you stood over her with your arms crossed. you clenched your jaw, foot stepping straight between her legs and down against her chest when she tried to stand up. she snarled.

“stay down.” you ordered, “and stay here. i’m warning you.”

shauna didn’t flinch. she cocked her head aside slightly, one brow arching, that slow, maddening smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. replacing what once was that menacing scowl, you were--as twisted as it sounded--beginning to miss it. “i was hungry,” she said with a newfound softness, tucking the knife in her hand back into her belt without breaking eye contact. “didn’t think the queen would mind her butcher feeding herself. thought you’d have better things to care for.”

you let your foot dig into her chest just more in warning, trying not to let your face betray how your skin lit up every time she challenged you like this. “i didn’t ban you from eating. i banned you from leaving this hut after you attacked mari.”

"banned?" shauna snorted, but not before dragging the tips of her fingers across your ankle, slow and deliberate. “i was exempted by your majesty, remember? besides, mari’s a mouthy little bitch. it was time she got dealt with.”

you watched her face contort from one of annoyance to one of calculated seduction. “that’s not your call.”

she stopped, turned to face you fully. you could see it then--how much she loved this, the push and pull, the crackle of tension between rule and rebellion. the knowing you could yell at her all you wanted, but still submit the moment she touched you. she chuckled, the sound made your stomach churn. she grabbed your leg gently. “and you think it’s yours?”

you gulped, but held your ground, heart pounding.

you could only stand and watch as she moved your leg effortlessly, propping herself up so she could be facing you just one breath away. she smirked, the lines under her eyes creasing as she nodded, urging you to answer her.

“I’m the one wearing the crown. not you.”

she laughed--quiet and mocking, eyes flicking to the stupid necklace akilah had made you with an antler pendent.

“you’re right. you wear it,” she murmured, chuckling lowly. “but you don’t know what to do with it.”

you rolled your eyes. “just stay in the hut, shipman.”

she crossed her arms. “yeah, right,” she whispered, stepping even closer, so she could grab your waist, pulling you into her. “are you done with your little act? got that out your system?”

wow, were you really that disrespected as a leader?

“watch it,” you hissed, “before you make me do something both of us don’t want.”

she stared at you for a long second, eyes dark and daring, and then, she smiled. “okay,” she said, grabbing the side of your hips. “you’re the queen. i’ll stay right here.”

a bad feeling riddled you as she stared back at you with a submissive edge, but it felt like the crown was starting to fit.

dinner was thin that night--rabbit, again, stewed with dried berries in a dented pot that hissed softly over the fire. you sat a little apart from the others, still-full cup of stew in your hands, watching the steam curl and vanish into the cool spring night. shauna was across from you, expression unreadable, chewing slow like nothing had happened. like she hadn’t spent the last hours testing your chair, leaving her mark in the crown.

tai dropped down beside you with a grunt and handed you a wooden bowl. “the queen gets extra treats. eat up.”

she said casually, elbows resting against her knees.

“says who?” you scoffed, staring down at the bowl of jerky.

“says me. you’ve barely touched that thing of stew, so you’re obviously not into it.” she nodded towards the dented cup you’ve been toying with for the entirety of dinner. “i got some leftover jerky from the shed. you need to eat something.”

“ah. thanks.” you didn’t answer, picking at the food, though you weren’t hungry. tai, of course, didn’t drop it as she should.

“y’know if you ever need someone to lay it on shauna, im happy to help,” tai muttered under her breath. “she’s been out of control lately, and you--” she paused, eyes narrowing as her gaze flicked to the collar of your shirt. “what the hell is that?”

you froze, jerking away as her fingers reach your neck.

tai reached out before you could pull away, brushing her fingers against the edge of the bruise that peeked out above your neckline--a deep purple mark blooming just below your collarbone. “that’s a hickey,” she announced, just a tad louder than you had hoped. you quickly shushed her.

“it’s not,” you lied, stiffly tugging your coat closed. “it’s probably just some tick bite i got from the lake.”

tai scoffed. “oh, come on, if anybody here knows what a hickey looks like, it’s me. lemme see that!”

you clenched your jaw, avoiding her eyes. “tai, it’s not--!”

“you liar!” she squealed, your collar tugged down to your collarbone with her fingers. “who in the hell is our lovely y/n l/n screwing around here?”

“shh!” you hissed, “can you keep it down! it’s not a hickey!”

“getting some isn’t a crime, y/n. just tell me who it is.”

“does it matter?” you scoffed, “it doesn’t change anything.”

“of course it matters,” tai replied, nudging you with her elbow. “you’re the antler queen, if there’s another potential antler queen or king around here, i need to know.”

“there isn’t,” you snapped, a little too fast. “let it go, turner.”

tai raised an eyebrow at the defensive edge to your tone, but didn’t press further. she held her hands up. “you’re the boss.”

when she stood to leave, most likely to share her findings with van, you pulled your coat tighter and adjusted your shirt, making sure the bruise was well-hidden now. from across the fire, shauna was watching again--eyes half-lidded, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth as she toyed with her knife. like she knew tai caught you, and she liked it.

you rolled your eyes, but still, your stomach fluttered. you hated her for that. almost as much as you hated yourself.

you don’t remember exactly when everything fell into a deep pit of insanity, but you caught yourself standing amidst wave after wave of chaos and hysteria.

the camp was loud; panicked voices overlapping, boots crunching as people circled and recircled the same patch of forest clearing like mari would suddenly reappear if they just looked hard enough. but she didn’t.

and god, did you wish she’d just pop up like her mari self and say, “sike! you guys should see your faces.”

her spot at dinner was still untouched, her blanket rumpled.

and everyone knew it wasn’t like her to wander off this long without making some drama about it first.

“she probably slipped and fell into a ravine,” van offered unhelpfully, arms crossed and voice too chipper. “or she’s hiding as some crazy trick to get us worried.”

“she was being a brat all day,” nat added, adjusting her hair-band. “but even mari wouldn’t play games like this.”

then misty’s voice cut through the murmur like a blade. “so we’re really not gonna talk about the fact that shauna was the last one to threaten her and then mari’s suddenly gone?”

all heads turned towards the butcher. she didn’t flinch.

Just be leaned against the post of the meat-drying rack, arms crossed, her expression calm but simmering.

“oh, please,” she scoffed, “if i wanted to get rid of her, you wouldn’t even realize she’s missing.”

“jesus,” misty gasped, clutching the coach’s jacket like pearls. “are we hearing this? she just basically confessed.”

“you better watch your mouth, quigley,” shauna snapped.

the shouting started to swell again--tai stepping forward to place herself between shauna and misty, nat’s hand twitching near the knife in her pocket, lottie getting involved with some wilderness preaching. you needed to tame the fire--and fast.

you let it go for a few seconds, long enough to watch how quick everyone was to turn on each other.

it uneased you, as it has unraveled under your rule.

“enough!” you yelled at the top of your lungs.

everybody froze, their voices ceasing. you looked around, your voice more steady than you felt. “we’re not turning on each other right now because mari can’t afford it. what happened to her isn’t important, finding her is our priority. so until we find mari fucking ibarra, i don’t want to hear another accusation.”

“but--!” misty chimed. tai eyed you skeptically.

“i said enough,” you repeated, your tone final. “no one’s guilty until we know. that’s how this works.”

silence stretched. the group shifted uncomfortably, glancing at each other, but no one challenged you.

shauna gave you a cool stare, cross-armed and watching.

“we need to split up,” you announced, “cover as much ground as we can before it gets dark. now, nat and i will lead two parties. i want travis and akilah to lead their own as well. find yourself a group, spread out into even numbers, and find her.”

you waved for nat’s gun, she reluctantly handed it over.

“now, who’s coming with me?” you slung it over your head.

sending people into the woods, half-fed and directionless, wasn’t a plan--it was a risk. realistically, mari had been gone for the better part of a day, and most of the team weren’t exactly well-fed. still, only few of you knew the woods. the others could barely tell north from their own footprints.

you weren’t sure who you were hoping would join you, exactly. but you were sure you needed more than the rifle for security.

especially cuz you were queen; antlers are prone to predators.

wordlessly, you felt a presence loom over your shoulder.

shauna had stepped across the quad to stand beside you.

her antic got a few side-eyes, but no one said anything. they knew shauna was one loyal son of a bitch, especially to her newYou could feel Tai’s stare burning into your side, but you kept your gaze on Shauna, steady and unreadable.

“good luck keeping an eye on that one,” gen scoffed.

“hey.” you called, glaring at the girl. “one more word, and you’re on bucket duty ‘til winter.”

behind you, shauna shot misty a smug smirk. taunting her.

how could you, of all people, their sacred leader who always put the team’s wellbeing first defend a sadist as cruel as shauna? it made no sense, how you were always flying to her rescue, even when she didn’t quite deserve it.

the woods were quiet in that eerie, smothering sense. branches creaked, the wind stirred dry needles along the ground, but there was no sign of mari.

just the trees, serene silence--and sexual tension.

“really? are you still stuck on that whole ‘i’m the queen, listen to me’ thing?” she scoffed, you could hear the smirk. “come on, i didn’t take you for such a boring old dictator.”

“drop it.” you ordered, hand tightening around the gun strap.

“why’re you so worried about her anyway?” shauna scoffed behind you, her tone dry, “maybe she finally realized no one liked her and ran off into the trees to make it dramatic.”

you stopped in your tracks, turned. “can you not be such a heartless asshole for five minutes?”

she blinked, taken aback. “wow. thought sex would fuck the annoying mom voice out of you.”

you exhaled sharply. “you’re literally the worst person ever.”

shauna followed, boots crunching loudly, deliberately. “you chose to be alone with me, l/n. why’re you whining now?”

“i wanted to make sure you wouldn’t come back alone and i’d end up finding misty dead in a ditch somewhere.”

“you sure that’s the only reason?” she teased, a flicker of heat in her voice. she leant in, kissing your jaw. “mari’s been out here this long already, what’s another hour or so?”

you shoved her. “god, do you ever take anything seriously? she could be dead, for fuck’s sake, and you’re horny?”

she furrowed her brows, her hand on your hip slipping down. “what do you want me to do? cry about it? hold your hand and whisper that everything’s gonna be okay?”

“can we just… not? please?” you snapped, louder than you meant to. “i’m already so tired from managing a dozen people’s every move seven days of the week, i don’t need you giving me more problems, okay?”

a beat of silence. the wind rustled above.

she stepped in close, too close, the sharp scent of smoke and pine clinging to her--well, your--clothes. “then let me help.”

you opened your mouth to mutter out some poor excuse, but she kissed you before you could answer. hard and fast. her hands gripping your hips like she could wring control out of your body if she just held tight enough.

you tried to pull back. “shauna--!”

she kissed you again, slower this time, and your resistance melted like snow against skin. her fingers slid beneath your shirt, palms hot even through your shirt, grounding you and overwhelming you all at once.

“you’re swamped, right?” she murmured against your neck. “i want you to relax… let me help you with your duties.”

perhaps you lacked respect for your own place, but god help you, when shauna touched you like that--like you were the only thing she could still claim as she rages at the world--you felt like something she needed, something that made her human again. and who was a queen who didn’t serve her people?

even if this version of shauna only lasted when she wanted.

so you let yourself melt into her arms, backing into the trunk of the nearest tree. her lips trace the dip of your neck, tongue wet and hot against your skin. her hands melded around your hips just right, before she met you for another quick and needy kiss.

the moment you stepped back into camp, the shift was obvious. it felt like they knew you wasted the better part of the day letting shauna devour you whole instead of searching for your missing teammate.

your hair mussed beneath your bandana, and your cheeks still hadn’t cooled from the sharp burn of shauna’s hands.

you didn’t meet anyone’s eyes as you set the rifle down by the fire. your lips were swollen, your jacket half-zipped, and every inch of you screamed touched.

you tried to act normal, clearing your throat.

“so… anything?” you glanced around the circle, and perhaps it was your brain overthinking, but you caught some suspicion.

shauna, unlike you, looked like she just went for a nature walk.

she strolled in behind you, chin high, the usual tension drained from her shoulders and replaced with something looser.

she stood behind you, sneer looming over your shoulder like she was your guard dog. nobody looked your way as she glared down every single person around that circle, her hand on the small of your waist. “are you guys fucking mute? answer her.”

“uh, no.” nat reported, gulping. “nothing south of camp.”

“no sign of her up north either.” travis added.

you glanced over at akilah, a hopeful glint in your eyes.

alas, she shook her head regretfully. you could only let your eyes flutter shut as your heart sunk to your stomach.

“okay, uh… good effort, everyone.” shauna slipped in as everybody waited in bated breath for your reply. you could only sigh softly, you hand flush against your forehead. “we try again at the crack of dawn. the moment the sun rises, we’re setting out. just get some sleep and save your energy for tomorrow.”

everybody gradually disperses from that dismissal.

you caught the “since when was she in charge?” from gen.

hands on your hips, you remained standing in the middle of camp as everybody retired to their huts. loitering behind you stood shauna, who had her arms crossed.

“you need sleep, l/n. no use worrying, it won’t help mari.”

“i can’t believe this happened because i was too distracted. i should’ve kept an eye on everybody.”

“oh come on, people should be able to look after themselves.”

“y’know, if you had just listened to me and stayed in your goddamn hut, none of this would be happening.”

shauna knocked her head back. “really? this again? will you give it a fucking rest already?” she began sauntering towards her own hut, before you grabbed her hand.

“shauna, stop walking away from me when we’re talking.”

“you listen to me, y/n. when i tell you to drop it, you drop it.”

taken aback by her assertive tone, you felt your hand slip from hers. you glanced around to see if anybody had heard, and you were glad to see nobody had a head out from their huts.

“i know you’re stressed about this mari situation,” lulled into a gentler tone, she continued, “and when i find that little bitch, i’ll beat her sorry ass to a pulp. but right now, you’ve gotta stop wasting energy yelling at me and relax.” she squeezed your shoulder. “the girls need you at your best, so why don’t you go get some shut eye. i’ll handle everything for tomorrow.”

maybe you have been preoccupied with the wrong things.

“okay.” you sighed, “you’re right. i need to just relax.”

by the time you had undone your hair and changed into a more comfortable set of clothes, it was well into the night. the wind had calmed, but the cold still crept through the gaps in your walls like it owned the place.

you were curled up on the narrow cot in the antler queen hut, shamelessly more spacious than the ones surrounding it.

you stared at the warped ceiling straws, trying to will your body to forget shauna’s mouth, her voice, her weight pressing into you like a promise. you should be thinking of a game plan to find mari, to worry about your friend, but all you could think about was a certain butcher with a nasty attitude.

then a gust circled your hut, and you turned to see the curtain pushed aside before a figure stepped through the arch.

you didn’t have to see her face to know it was her. no one else would dare sneak into the queen’s hut after dark--not unless they wanted to be exiled by lottie, or worse. shauna didn’t say a word as she slipped inside and draped the blind shut behind her. her boots barely made a sound as she crossed the floor.

she didn’t ask. just slid beneath the furs beside you, cool fingers brushing your arm before she settled in close.

her hand found your waist. her nose nudged the back of your neck. she sighed--like she had finally come home.

“…shauna?” you whispered, not moving, not even turning to face her. “i thought you were making plans for tomorrow.”

“shh,” she muttered quickly. “just go back to sleep.”

but you felt your heart race at her body heat mingling with yours. the way she was clinging onto you right then, thigh flush against yours, her breath soft and steady in your hair. shauna--the girl who’d rather gut a bitch before admitting she needed help--wasn’t here to start something rough or fast?

it was so odd to feel it; her need to lay beside you to sleep.

you didn’t say anything. you reached back and linked your fingers with hers, dragging it to hold in front of your chest.

outside, by the dead firepit, nat leaned against a splintered beam, her arms crossed. tai stood beside her, eyes narrowing at the faint light glowing through the cracks of your hut. the two had gathered to talk about ben’s situation, but watching shauna sneak across camp to the queen’s hut was something neither of them could ignore.

“oh my god,” tai muttered, “first the hickey, now this?”

“told you,” nat said, grinning like the smug bastard she was.

“no. no way. y/n is so--” tai scoffed, her arms crossed. “that’s why the bitch never gets punished. fuck, now i gotta do your chores for a month?”

nat shrugged, smug. “hey, if anything, i should’ve bet higher. you were never gonna win that one.”

tai cursed under her breath while nat laughed.

tai could not believe her eyes. for a moment, she was certain she was still asleep and this was some fucked up nightmare. but van’s sarcastic comment proved otherwise.

“someone got her vibrator working again.” van scoffed.

shauna, stirring what smelled like a hefty feast for breakfast. she pointed at the stack of rusty and misshaped plates. “help yourselves, it’s berry sauce with deer bacon.”

from your hut, you awoke to the commotion from outside. getting up sluggishly from your bed, you moved the bedsheet curtain out of the way, to be met with everybody emerging from their huts, and shauna… smiling?

“are you assholes just gonna stand there? mari’s waiting.”

van and tai shared a look of skepticism. the redhead, proving herself to be most daring of the bunch, risked losing a finger to poke the bear. “shauna, are you… well?”

and then, as if to conceal it, the butcher cracked a smirk.

“careful. your voice is so grating it’ll scare mari out of hiding.”

it silenced. van scoffed. “was that a joke? from shauna? oh my god, we’ve all been drugged in our sleep.”

you could hear misty let out a confused little laugh, like she didn’t know whether to be scared or amused. to be fair, the brunette was threatening to kill her just yesterday. tai stared openly, mouthing what the fuck at nat, who squinted at you, then back at the girl. like she was saying, i told you so.

“well,” you cleared your throat, stepping to stand in the light. “thanks for making breakfast, shauna. everybody should eat up. we’ll get more time to search for mari today.”

shauna filled a singular plate, strolling over to hand it to you personally. “enjoy, my queen.” she purred, smirking.

as everybody settled, you sat across camp with her.

watching your every move closely,

“she’s smiling?” melissa whispered, her arms crossed as she leant against the table. “i can’t remember the last time shauna wasn’t trying to kill someone with that permanent scowl.”

“no, no--joking,” van murmured, sounding halfway between impressed and alarmed. “shauna made a joke. did she put shrooms in the stew last night, or is this actually real?”

“yeah,” travis added under his breath, joining them. “since when does she talk to anyone unless she’s pissed?”

as they broke down the girl’s odd behaviour, the two of you sat isolated away from the team.

“i have an idea on how to punish mari when we find her.”

when. that’s ironically, rather optimistic for her.

“punish--? shauna, she could be half-dead and bleeding right now for all we know.” you scolded, picking at your berry sauce.

“it’s mari. she probably just ran off for attention.”

you were about to make some argument in protest, but you knew better than to bicker about something so trivial with shauna of all people. you just nodded, urging her to elaborate.

“since she loves running so much, let’s give her a reason to run.” her smile was… sinister, almost. sinister, but genuine, and that was probably what scared you most.

it was the way she sounded so excited talking about it.

“what’re you saying?” your tone came out fearful, hesitant.

“don’t you hear it?” she grinned, “the cards are calling.”

an; omg this took so long cuz my fuck ass school is throwing a million things at me at once… i want to update more and i promise yall there’s a lot of drafts waiting to be posted! ily :)

happy reading xx

we need more pervert rhiannon

nsfw content so mdni! also maybe some book!rhiannon references + knife play, role play, etc. etc.

pervert!rhiannon who leaves her phone recording on the nightstand when she knows you’ll be alone in her house to hear the little sounds you make when you think no one’s listening. she doesn't expect much, perhaps the rustle of sheets or the clink of her mug in your hand. what rhiannon does not expect is the faint creak of her mattress and the shuffle of clothes being pushed aside, followed by your quiet moans.

pervert!rhiannon who keeps the file saved and plays it back later, in bed, legs spread and one hand between them, phone to her ear.

on that note: pervert!rhiannon who lowkey gets off on knowing exactly what you’re doing even when she’s not there. she has your schedule and routes memorized.

pervert!rhiannon who thinks about how much she wants to unzip you from your own skin, not with the intention of hurting you, just to see & understand. to have proof that your insides are just as pretty, just as hers, as the rest of you.

pervert!rhiannon who loves denying you what you want. she’ll have you crying for it, tied to the bed and begging with a vibrator or her fingers pressed against your clit. with every whine and shudder, she’ll just smile and press harder.

pervert!rhiannon who makes you repeat after her while you come: “i belong to you”, “i’m yours”, “no one else gets this.”…she needs to hear it, have the words echoing in her ears while you fall apart underneath her even when she’s the one giving it to you.

pervert!rhiannon who touches herself in your bed when you’re not home, wearing your clothes and whispering your name into the pillow.

pervert!rhiannon who humps your pillow and later presses your face into the stain she’s left on it while she fucks you from behind.

i’ve definitely mentioned this before but: pervert!rhiannon who steals your underwear every time she has the chance. she sniffs them, presses the fabric to her face, then touches herself with them tucked between her thighs, thinking about what you smell and feel like, rubbing against her.

pervert!rhiannon who likes to leave her panties in your bag, your coat pocket, your car…places you’ll find them when she’s not around.

pervert!rhiannon who wants to know and understand what every sound you make means. she’ll edge you for hours to memorize the pitch of every gasp, every breathless whimper, so she can recreate it exactly, on command.

pervert!rhiannon who fantasizes and touches herself to the thought of hurting people who hurt you. she’s followed people home for less and there’s no world where someone slights you and doesn’t end up in her mental kill list.

pervert!rhiannon who spits on your cunt before she fucks you. “such a pretty thing,” she breathes softly, eyes fixated on your clit as she rubs her spit across it, then dips her fingers inside to pump it into you, moaning like she can can feel your walls clamping down on her.

pervert!rhiannon who gets jealous of your vibrator LMAOO. she’ll let you use it, sure, though only if she’s the one holding it. she’ll laugh at you if you cum too fast and edge you again, slower. “you finish when i say you do,” rhiannon murmurs, hand between your thighs. “not when a stupid toy tells you to”

pervert!rhiannon who gets off on performing with the strap. not just fucking you, but watching your face while she does it: mirror on the wall, your back arched, rhiannon behind you, one hand curled up in your hair, the other guiding her cock like it’s hers, not just a toy. she slams into you hard enough to make your breath hitch while she tells you to look at her in the reflection. (pervert!rhiannon who jerks herself off with the strap before she fucks you…?)

pervert!rhiannon would definitely buy one of those cum filled straps. she gets off on the fantasy of breeding you, on the illusion of filling you with something that’s hers. she’ll coo when you whimper under her, holding your legs up and apart while she fucks you with something too big. “gotta stretch you open if you want to carry for me, don’t i?” she says with mock-sweetness. “you feel that? fuck, you’d be so pretty full of me”

pervert!rhiannon who wants to fill you up and leave it in and watch you leak. she’ll hold your thighs open, thumb rubbing where it drips out. “you’re going to keep it in, aren’t you? be a good girl and keep me in” other times, she’ll keep the strap in for hours, taping the toy to your thigh, tying your legs shut around it, or just leave it there, watching you squirm. “don’t spill,” she says, licking her lips. “you owe me that.”

pervert!rhiannon who watches you shower and pushes you against the tiles once she can’t keep her hands off you anymore. she likes the inconvenience of it; the heat of the hot water, the wet slap of skin, your gasps and how you flail for balance. “couldn’t wait,” she mutters against your neck, strap already pushing in as she inhales your scent. “you looked too good. couldn’t fucking wait.”

pervert!rhiannon who points out all the places she could hurt you in the most soothing voice imaginable. “here,” she rasps, kissing your collarbone. “here,” another kiss, this time against your hip. “and here,” her mouth hovers over your pulse. “do you trust me?”

pervert!rhiannon who holds your wrists down with one hand and presses the blade of her knife against your tongue with the other. “taste it,” she instructs.

pervert!rhiannon who kisses you with blood on her hands. not always yours, not always hers. she won’t say where it came from, and you don’t ask. it doesn’t matter whose it is, she’ll make you suck it from her digits anyway, or smear it across your cheeks. (also!! sub!pervert!rhiannon, anyone…? who begs to be called good girl with blood all over her after getting back home from a kill…? “tell me i’m good,” she’ll beg. “please tell me i’m good”)

period sex with pervert!rhiannon…..? she doesn’t care if you’re on your period, in fact, she likes it when she can smell or taste it when she kisses you after eating you out. rhiannon will make you lay back with your legs open to watch the blood drip down your thighs. and when she goes down on you, she makes a mess on purpose until her nose, chin and cheeks are covered in crimson.

you know the drill but….pervert!rhiannon who loves roleplay.“play dead,” she once said, straddling you with the strap already pressing into your stomach. “i’ll tell you when to wake up.” (book reference…)

pervert!rhiannon who fucks you with the hilt of her knife. that’s it, that’s the thought.

Wait I need you to elaborate on that “drunk reader grinding against jackie’s thigh” thought 😵‍💫 pervert Jackie who wants to totally ruin reader but is also a bit scared of what could happen to their relationship after that (I bet it doesn’t last long though)

nsfw content, so mdni!! (also, janitor.ai bot link below, since so many of you requested a perv!jackie bot! :)

when you both stumble into jackie’s room, you’re barely upright, tugging her down with you onto the mattress with a clumsy laugh.

your body hits the bed first, face planting into the pillow with a satisfied groan, and jackie follows a second later, kicking her heels off blindly in the dark. the skirt she wore to lottie’s party rides high on her thighs, exposing a sliver of skin. too lightheaded to care, she leaves it as is, making no effort to tug the fabric back down. you’re giggling, barely coherent from the alcohol and the bone deep need to sleep, yet neither of you can seem to stay still.

jackie mumbles something about how you’re getting the sheets dirty, nudging your side with an elbow. you only nuzzle deeper into the comforter in response and sling an arm over her waist.

she yelps a little when you jab her in the ribs with your knee, and you laugh, dragging her closer with a mumbled, “stop squirming, jax! you’re comfy…”

“you’re gonna crush me-” jackie groans.

you both shift simultaneously, trying to get more comfortable. eventually, you roll over halfway, tossing your leg up and over her. jackie startles when your thigh nudges between hers. she doesn’t mean to gasp, you’re just so soft, your skin flush against the bare part of hers where her skirt’s bunched up.

“sorry,” you mumble, a touch drowsy. “you’re warm”

jackie should move. she should, at the very least, push your leg gently off of her, laugh it off like always.

instead, she stays in place until you blink slowly, head heavy on the pillow, your eyes meeting hers in the dim room. then, still watching her, you rock your hips forward. a short drag of your core against her bare thigh.

jackie sucks in a sharp breath, eyes widening in the dark. her thighs tense, subconsciously giving you something firmer to hump. you’re soaked. she can feel the dampness of your underwear right against her skin.

“w-wait” she rasps, fingers flying to your hip in a futile attempt to stop you. “what are you-”

you whimper, quiet, though no less desperate, and nuzzle into her neck. “n-no, please! feels s’good, jackie, don’t-”

your hips stutter when your clit catches just right on the firmness of her muscle, and jackie shudders.

all her resolves break.

she shifts her leg, tilting her thigh up to meet the grind of your body. you moan instantly, and jackie feels her blood rush south at the overwhelming flood of sensations: the slick friction, the rasp of your voice, the sweat collecting at her temples.

her hips jump forward as well, pressing up as you rock down. your arms cling tighter around her, jackie’s body shifting in time with yours. one hand stays on your waist, one smoothes up your spine, no longer guiding but matching.

you’re both drunk beyond the alcohol in your systems; jackie has had enough to feel the buzz, and still, she’s thinking clearer than she has in months, committing each movement, each heated roll of your hips to memory.

“jackie,” you whisper.

her name on your lips is so unlike the dreams she guiltily touches herself to. this is real. your heat and the damp press of your cunt through thin panties against her bare thigh are not just vivid fantasies she’s conjuring up in order to get off, they’re sensations she can feel.

after all those nights she’s spent alone, pressed into her pillow with shaking fingers between her thighs, imagining you (beneath her or in her lap, moaning her name, tongue in her mouth, panties damp against her skin or cunt tight around her fingers), jackie finally has you.

you’re here, warm and soaking wet, grinding against her.

jackie feels both sick and more turned on than she’s ever been in her life.

she knows she shouldn’t do this, too much time spent convincing herself that it was all just a phase, wasted now that you’re actually riding her thigh.

against her better judgment, her body moves harder. jackie can only imagine how wet she must be herself; the fabric of her underwear clings to her but the constant pressure against her clit that makes up for any discomfort, and she can feel herself gushing more and more each time.

you moan louder and jackie lets herself fall with you.

— janitor.ai

more of my jackienat amberprice agenda……. FOLLOW ME ON TWT FOR ME ORE PLZ…. @lepehart

more of my jackienat amberprice agenda……. FOLLOW ME ON TWT FOR ME ORE PLZ…. @lepehart

some jackienat 4 everyone.. posting this here too cause i wanna 😝😝 more to come soon perchance….

some jackienat 4 everyone.. posting this here too cause i wanna 😝😝 more to come soon perchance….

call me akilah the way all my goats are dead 💔🕊️

stop now

no cause jackie probably thought her and shauna would eventually make up and shauna would be there in the morning apologizing like after all their fights, so when she fell asleep she was calm and thought everything would be okay

MY SHAYLAAAA 💔💔💔💔😭😭

YELLOWJACKETS 3.04: 12 Angry Girls and 1 Drunk Travis

the yellowjackets bush fandom is dying, reblog if you want all the yellowjackets to have full bush

me seeing Sevika x male!reader as if that isn’t a raging dyk3…… 🤨

me seeing Sevika x male!reader as if that isn’t a raging dyk3…… 🤨

ellie, who unexpectedly orgasms as she’s strapping you.

you thought something was off by how sloppy she was handling your hips, her fingers twitching impulsively and the thrusts of the silicone in your cunt is faltering. maybe her stamina is no longer, or maybe she’s just not into you.

but you hear her exhale shakily, her choked up breaths. people usually tried missionary first, but not ellie - she wanted to see you ride it reverse cowgirl, watch your ass from behind in doggy, and she wanted to hear you cry out speed-bump style.

but she’s on top of you now, your lower back angled comfortably on a sweaty pillow, legs hanging off the edge of the mattress.

“fuck.. fuck.. fuck—“ she whimpers silently to herself, and your glossed eyes are fluttering open. you’ll call out her name with difficulty, ellie?

that intangible pleasure in your cunt she used to hit with ease is starting to subside, but it doesn’t matter, because your core is tightening when you see her fucked-out expression. her lids shut, eyebrows arched in ecstasy and my god, williams.. it looks like you’re the one getting fucked.

the constant rocking has been stimulating her poor, swollen clit. and suddenly provoking her orgasm, her hips are twitching like crazy, whimpering exhales sloppily seeping from her lips.

“are you fucking coming?” you gasp jaggedly, feeling the silicone burrow deeply into your hole in these random and unanticipated twitches.

you’ll cup her face, and her skin is piping hot, melting into your sweaty palms. her eyes are closed, and even when they are fluttering, you can only see the pleasured whites of her eyes.

“mm—fuck-‘m sorry, i’m sorry baby-ah—..” she whimpers, too embarrassed to open her eyes fully for you to see her shameful irises, dilated pupils that are so selfish.

she’s using her remaining momentum to sporadically thrust into your soaked slit, encouraging those last ruffles of her rupturing orgasm, humming low and guttural as she does so. “felt so good—fuck, pussy feels so good, baby—“ she exhales breathlessly, her parted lips against your chest.

you can feel the hot air on your skin, condensation melting into the pores.

she tries to continue, for your sake, for your enjoyment. but it’s too much, oversensitivity that has her trembling like a loser; her arms are quivering as they try to hold her up. “i can’t-can’t go anymore—“ she whines, her measly thrusts forcing her clit into overdrive.

just the smallest tap has her overwhelmed. but you’re not satisfied, she knows this.

“keep going.” you demand, determined eyes maintaining a solid gaze at her own, your palms still framing her jaw. “i need to come too.”

and when she pauses, eyes glassy with the overbrimming bliss, you dip her face lower. her ear inches away from your lips, and you whisper with a callous hue. “you talked so much fucking game, so fuck me until i come. is that so much to ask?”

“i can’t-i can’t, it’s too—“ she tries to defend herself, tries to ignore the constant contracting of her hole; the rigorous pulsing of her tormented bud. but you’re quick to deflate it.

“it’s always about you, huh, ellie?” you murmur, slowly rutting your hips against the silicone. she can hear the challenge in your voice, the way you diminish her, the humiliating wetness of her slick.

and she loves it.

“stop being so selfish, and fuck me.” you order, your arms sprawling out to your sides - because you want her to put the work in, make the same mess of you as she did herself.

and she will. she’ll whine, she’ll beg, she’ll plead. it’s too much, i can’t, please baby as she fucks into you like you deserve. the veins in her hands prominent as she tries to keep herself steady, the definition in her abdomen from the clenching, and the pitiful way she’s crying out. whimpering for breath, a pleasured tear landing on your collarbone.

but she fucks you good, and you’re grateful for it.

i will never be happy while jinx and vi are apart 😞 can they just have a happy ending together plz jinx come back

waiting for someone to make a fic where isha lives happily ever after fr bc i can not take this im tweaking

The Other Side of Paradise

10) El Sin Nombre

Cross posted from AO3

Ch.1, Ch.2, Ch.3, Ch.4, Ch.5, Ch.6, Ch.7, Ch.8, Ch.9, Ch.10, Ch.11

You try to make the best of your life working at a small bakery in a city with rising cartel violence. One slower day, a man starts harassing your coworker. Despite the obvious threat, you stand up to him anyway. Unbeknownst to you, Valeria just so happened to be there to witness it.

A/N- All chapters containing smut will be labeled mature. The fic is fully written with the whole thing on AO3 but chapters on Tumblr will be posted one a day.

Tags/Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Dual POV, Happy Ending, Plot with Porn, Graphic Violence, Inappropriate Use of a Knife, Masturbation, WLW

Valeria fixes a few wayward strands of hair and studies her face in the mirror. She's going to visit you tonight. You'll probably be upset over being ignored for weeks but Valeria isn't all that worried about it. Once she's satisfied with her appearance she turns and walks into the foyer, colleting her keys and exiting the house. She gets into her car and begins her journey into the more populated part of the city. Down to Ila's. The drive is peaceful and calm, it's not sweltering anymore, and the air feel refreshing.

At the halfway mark, her work phone begins to ring. Just the sound of it is already setting her nerves ablaze. Valeria thinks it may be time to change the ringtone before she just decides to chuck to stupid thing against the nearest wall. She pulls over and answers.

"What?" Valeria's voice is loud and grating, even to her own ears.

"We have him ready for you." Diego replies calmly. "We gathered some of his men too." Of course they did. She has a choice to make. She could either turn around and make her way to Diego's, or she could continue on her path to you.

"I have other business to attend to right now." She says coldly. "I'll be there shortly."

Valeria hangs up and resumes driving. She parks right outside the bakery and frowns. It's dark inside. She gets out to investigate. Walking right up the glass doors and cupping her hands to peer in. It's deserted. No one is inside. She backs away frowning. Unusually but not necessarily alarming. Valeria will just have to find you at your house. She turns around and walks back to her car with purpose. She gets in and drives down the quiet streets. Something at the back of her mind tells her something isn't right. Quite a few shops are closed when they're normally open.

The convivence store beneath your apartment remains open, however. Valeria's nerves are a little soothed by the bright white florescent lights. Valeria parks and gets out. Walking up the stairs to your apartment slowly. She stands in front of your door and waits a few moments before knocking softly. She shifts her expression into something kinder and humbler. There are a few seconds of silence before she hears faint movement inside. The door cracks open and you peer out at her. You don't greet her with your usual friendly smile.

"Hey." Valeria murmurs. She looks at you closely. Looking for any menial shifts in your eyes or eyebrows.

"Hey." Your voice is flat. Perhaps even slightly hostile.

Valeria leans against the railing.

"I'm sorry." She whispers. Sounding miserable. It has the desired effect as your face seems to soften. Even the slope of your shoulders seems to get less harsh. "I'm sorry for avoiding you." She says. Taking a cautious step forward.

"Why'd you do that?" You ask finally. She easily picks up on the hurt in your voice. Valeria takes some time to mull over her words.

"I was worried you'd think less of me and leave after I... opened up to you." She sighs. "So, I left first." She relaxes when she sees how much you're eating up her excuse. You open the door.

"I don't." You blink at her. 'I care about you." Your delivery is awkward, like you aren't used to expressing affection. You look and sound honest though.

Valeria smiles softly. That went even easier than she thought it would.

"Do you want to come in?" You ask. Valeria would like to come in. She'd just love to take a look at your personal space. To see how it is you live. She can't though. She has other business to attend to.

"I can't tonight." Valeria replies regretfully. Your face betrays your obvious disappointment. "How about I come over tomorrow night?" She murmurs. You smile, looking receptive to the idea.

"Sure, I'd like that."

Valeria is in a marginally better mood when she reaches Diego's villa. There's a renewed vigor in her step as she walks through the fancy front doors and down the hall to the basement. Three men are tied to some chairs. Sacs hung over their heads. Two of the bodies are unnaturally still. Clearly having been interrogated by one of her Sicarios. She approaches the still breathing one and tugs off the sac, revealing the corporal. His dark brows are furrowed with anger and distress.

"What is this?" He asks hoarsely. "We had a deal, why are me and my men down here?" He has the audacity to sound mad. As if he has no clue who he's talking to.

Valeria wastes no time in correcting his insolent behavior with a back hand. His cheek bones are hard against her knuckles, but she pays no mind to the dull sting. She glowers at him, about to speak when Deigo comes in.

"Valeria, there's one more, a gringo." She stands straight. Wondering who it could be. She walks to the side of one of the occupied chairs.

"Bring him in." She gestures. Deigo turns and leads a man in. He's wearing one of the British SAS uniforms and has the dumbest haircut she's seen on a soldier.

"hm. Sit down." She nods her head towards the now vacant chair.

He does a considerably good job of concealing his nerves but the stiffness in his movements gives him away. He walks over and slowly and sits down. Valeria circles around him to stand by Diego. Narrowing her eyes at him.

"Quién?" She asks.

"Su nombre es jabón," He replies, smirking slightly. "Él vino a nosotros." Valeria scoffs, amusement temporarily overriding her irritation.

"jabón?" She sneers. "No mames." She quickly refocuses and gives Diego a look. "Y lo dejaste entrar?" She silently moves behind him as he repsonds. Hot anger coiling through her arteries.

"Dice que tiene información-" Valeria cuts him off by violently slamming her foot into the back of his knee. He grunts as he's forced down and Valeria quickly pulls a knife to his throat. Angered by his stupidity.

"No lo conocemos y nos ha visto la cara!" She hisses. Glaring at Soap.

It's like Diego doesn't have a fucking brain. Why didn't he consult her before allowing him inside?

"Valeria..." He says softly. Trying to placate her. "Necesitamos información de inteligencia que pueda ayudarnos." She regards him coldly. His idiocy will not go unpunished.

"Será mejor que lo mate o que después de que lo mate, tú estarás en esa silla la próxima." She mutters into his ear before shoving him away. She walks into the center to address the corporal and Soap. "This is simple, I ask questions," She stares at Soap. "and you answer truthfully."

She turns to the corporal.

"Recently... we were protecting a friend in the mountains." She says calmly. "Someone attacked us. Who?" She doesn't blink as she stares him down. He shifts uncomfortably under her scrutiny.

"There was so much happening... I-I didn't see." He says gravely. Her scowl darkens at his useless answer. Even if he's not to blame she might just kill him anyway. "I think it was a rival cartel." She stares for a few seconds longer before abruptly turning to Soap.

"Your turn, white boy." She says. "Who attached us?" The man stares back, his expression serious.

"It wasn't cartel." She picks up on a Scottish accent. "It was Mexican Special Forces." Valeria's smile is hostile. The corporal is a moron. She turns her head to look him in the eye.

"Now, why would an outsider know it was the special forces?" She questions him. She knows the Scott is probably working with them, but there were bodies. How did it slip his radar?

The corporal's expression falters.

"We- we heard yelling in English." He stammers. "There were outsiders there."

"American PMCs." Soap interjects. "Shadow Company." Los Vaqueros are working with mercenaries. How sad that they can't do their own dirty work.

"I told you." The corporal snaps. "There were outsiders." Annoyance flares up inside of Valeria. Obviously, there were outsiders. She guessed that before he even said it and yet he's acting smug.

"Can you even prove this Shadow Company exists?" She snaps back Rounding on him. He goes silent but Soap pipes up yet again.

"Reach into my pocket."

Valeria reaches in and feels something made of felt. A patch by the size of it. She pulls it out and investigates it. A spade. Sure enough it says Shadow Company. She leans down. Getting right in his face.

"Who leads it?"

'Phillip Graves." Diego chuckles and mutters something behind her.

"What does Graves want?" She asks.

"The other missiles." He replies without hesitation. Valeria leans back. How does he know about the other missiles?

"You can't trust him!" The corporal snarls. His voice hitching. "He could-" Valeria turns and smacks him upside the head again.

"You have told us nothing!" She snaps.

The corporals attitude shifts as he realises where this is going. He begins to plead for his life before being cut off by a bullet to the head from Diego. She'll make sure someone more competent replaces him. She walks up to Soap and cuts him free.

"Well done." She mutters. She turns and walks towards the exit, beckoning Deigo and Soap. She walks down the curving hallway into the elevator and watched Diego shove Soap in. Deigo presses the button for the penthouse.

"When do I get to see El Sin Nombre?" He asks. Glaring at Valeria as though he's owed a reward for his honesty.

"Don't worry," She coos mockingly. "I have a feeling El Sin Nombre will be very interested in talking to you." The elevator doors open on the second floor and Diego shoos him out to wait.

The doors close and Diego and Valeria continue their way up. Now that they know who's involved dealing with them will be so much easier. Just because she's in a good mood she'll grant Soap this last wish. It's the least she can do. First, she needs to relay this information back to Hassan and reassure him that everything will go as planned. She and Diego get off on the top floor and part ways. Valeria heads into one of the offices to make an important phone call.

She takes out her work phone and dials Hassan. Waiting for the phone to connect. It stops dialing, the other end is silent, but she knows the call connected.

"We have everything under control." She says. "We figured out who attached you and we'll be dealing with it, don't worry."

"... What about the missiles?" Hassan asks gruffly. Valeria paces as she talks.

"The shipment will arrive as scheduled." She reassures him. One of her soldiers burst into the room.

"Jefe! We need to move-" She puts a hand over the phone.

"Do not interrupt me while I am working!" Valeria hisses. "If there's a problem, solve it."

She's about to say more when the door is kicked open. Her instincts kick in and she flees, flanked by a few of her men. She grabs a turtleneck and tactical vest and slips them off before running up towards the roof. She hears gunfire behind her and hopes it's her men winning. She won't be sticking around to find out. She bursts through the doors. The sight of a helicopter closing in makes her slow. It's not one of hers.

"Get on your knees." A male voice calls through an intercom. She curls her lip in disgust.

"I kneel for no one!" She snarls. Although she knows there's no getting out of this.

"A bullet will make you kneel."

If she wants to keep any hope of escaping after this then she'll need all her limbs intact and unharmed. She slowly gets to her knees. The cement digging into the thin skin through her jeans.

"Atta girl." The heli lands as Soap and Alejandro come up from the stairwell. Alejandro is wearing one of the suits worn by her men. Explains how he snuck Soap in, she supposes.

"El Sin Nombre." He greets her grimly. Walking behind her to cuff her.

"Mi nombre es Valeria." She says defiantly. Alejandro lurks in the corner of her vision. A man drops down from a hanging ladder. Smiling.

"Hiding in plain sight." He remarks. She laughs at that but there's no amusement in it.

"Hiding? I'm everywhere, soldier." She scoffs. Glaring at him.

"That's good, so are we." He replies before Soap pushes her towards the helicopter, and she begrudgingly complies. She awkwardly steps up and climbs inside. Turning and facing Alejandro for the first time in years. She revels in the betrayed look on his face before she's pushed inside out of sight.

drunken caitvi at da club……….

sophie n saying how much she’s learned from the cast, then says how opposite she is from sophie t and that she fascinates her.

yellowjackets

➢Shauna Shipman

➢Jackie Taylor

➢Jackieshauna

➢Lottie Matthews

➢Natalie Scatorccio

➢Other

Shauna nsfw drabble bcuz i haven’t uploaded in a long time :3

WARNINGS: Nsfw (duh), brief mentions of violence, not really consensual at first??? feral shauna

A/N: ended up way longer than i expected.

Shauna’s so angry lately..no one can really blame her with the death of her baby and the death of Jackie. Shauna’s lost a lot in a couple months and it’s really been draining her.

You’re the only one who doesn’t look at her like she’s some feral animal though..you comfort her, you hug her and tell her that you don’t necessarily understand what she’s going through but you’re there.

Shauna adores you, you’re the one thing in the wilderness that makes her feel so warm other than the cold and feral version of her that craves to feast on flesh.

She’s so mad, she’s filled with anger and hatred — especially towards Lottie. The way the girl acts so calm and spiritual, ‘brainwashing’ the others into what Shauna believes is delusions.

Shauna throws the first punch at Lottie, she can feel the soreness and pain in her knuckles at how harsh the hit is. She’s ready to keep going until she feels a hand tug at her jacket.

Shauna whips around, looking ready to kill until her eyes fall on you. Sometimes when she looks at you all she can see is Jackie and that sight..calms her slightly.

“Shauna, don’t.” You beg, the last thing everyone needs is another dead body and Shauna looks like she was about to murder Lottie. Lottie looks like she’s ready to protest but before she can you’re dragging Shauna off her.

Because you’re the only one who can tame the feral beast in Shauna’s body.

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You bring Shauna up to the attic - attending to the wounds on her bloodied knuckles with the limited supplies you all have.

“I don’t need you to protect me.” Shauna huffs, a bit irritated as the anger in her body just seems to build the more she can’t find a stress relief.

You sigh, looking up at Shauna with an almost disappointed gaze.

“I know, honestly I think I was protecting Lottie more than you. You looked ready to kill her.” You sigh and set the cloth you had back into the water bucket you used to disinfect Shauna’s hands.

Shauna rolls her eyes at your comment and looks down at her knuckles that you had patched up for her — the action makes her heart flutter a bit.

“I wouldn’t have actually killed her.” Shauna protests, “Just..I don’t know what I was thinking..”

You give her a sympathetic smile and walk over to sit beside her, draping an arm around her waist as you give her a hug. Shauna slightly stiffens before melting into the contact, her breathing getting heavier as she takes in your embrace.

You’re so warm, she can hear your heartbeat against hers, she feels absolutely feral and all she wants to do right now is devour you whole.

Shauna feels like she’s blacking out, nearly dissociated from her body and she doesn’t even realize that she’s smashing her lips against yours hungrily.

Your eyes widen and you stiffen up, gasping in surprise but Shauna takes that initiative to push her tongue into your mouth as she squeezes your waist to pull you into her lap.

You’re on top of Shauna now — eventually you melt into the kiss and are kissing her back just as hungrily. It’s been months since the both of you have had some real connection with another human being and you two are practically starving.

Shauna pulls back for a second, desire in her eyes as her lips are bruised from the rough kissing. “I need you so fucking bad right now,” Shauna growls, attaching her lips to your neck.

She grabs your hips and flips the two of you over, pressing you against the harsh wood flooring but you’re too lost in the sensation of Shauna’s lips on your neck to care.

“Shauna.” You mewl softly, laying your head back to give her more room to kiss and bite.

Shauna’s hungry and she eagerly tugs your shorts down, giving you no time to process as she slips her hand into your panties.

Your hips jolt in surprise as Shauna starts to rub harsh circles on your clit, she’s never really pleasured another woman before but she’s touched herself plenty of times to be familiar enough.

Your breathing gets heavier as Shauna’s fingers rub your bundle of nerves while her lips continue to suck and kiss on your neck.

“You’re so fucking sweet the way you always try to protect me.” Shauna pants as she starts to rock against your thigh, “All mine..no one else can touch you because you belong to me.”

Shauna growls, sloppily pushing two fingers into your cunt which causes you to cry out at the sudden stretch. You move up to cover your mouth since the girls are just downstairs but Shauna grasps at your wrists and slams them above your head onto the wood floor.

“Don’t you fucking dare.” Shauna moans, her hips snapping against your thigh, “Let them hear you, let them all hear how good i’m making you feel.”

Shauna’s nails are slightly digging into your wrists from the pleasure coursing through her body and she continues to roughly pump her fingers into your weeping pussy.

Your moans fill the room, unable to even hold them back as Shauna fingers you with an absolutely feral pace. That knot in your stomach is starting to get tighter and you writhe against Shauna while she pins you down.

“A-Aah! S—Shauna, please..i’m gonna cum..” You pant inbetween gasps, her fingers curl and rub against your walls without mercy.

Shauna grits her teeth together as her rocking against your thigh gets harsher, the way you announce your pleasure to her makes her clit throb and she can feel her orgasm approaching as well.

“Do it. Fucking cum all over my fingers.” Shauna spits at you with an aggressive tone, taking out all her anger with the harsh pounding of her fingers inside your wet pussy.

Your mouth falls agape and nearly your body rises up off the ground, shouting Shauna’s name with pleasure as you gush all over her fingers.

Shauna’s eyes squeeze shut while her mouth falls open, letting out harsh pants of breathe as she rides your thigh with reckless abandon.

Shauna doesn’t care that the girls downstairs can hear you crying out her name, it honestly just makes her body even hotter and her panties get even wetter. She wants everyone to know that she’s making you feel absolute bliss because you belong to her.

“Tell me you love me.” Shauna gasps out, her thighs squeezing against your leg as she rides you desperately, “Please.”

She needs to hear it, needs to hear that atleast someone does, that she’s not completely alone out here without Jackie.

“I love you, Shauna..” Your breathless voice comes out as your hands fall on her waist to stabilize her.

The coil inside Shauna’s stomach snaps and she lets out a loud cry as her orgasm wracks through her body, her thighs slightly twitching.

Shauna collapses against you, cuddling you close as she pants heavily to attempt to catch her breath that was stolen from the intense pleasure through her body.

You wrap your arms around her and kiss the side of her head, happy that Shauna got the stress relief she needs as she falls asleep with a small smile on her face for the first time in weeks.

Ultraviolence

Natalie Scatorccio x Fem!Reader

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a/n: the reader is described as having mid-length hair. the reader isn’t a member of the team, in order to keep everything inclusive. hair color, eye color, and weight, etc., is not described and i try my best to make everything as ambiguous as possible.

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Before the plane crash, the wilderness never called to you. You lived in Rhode Island, went to Wiskayok High School, wrote for the school paper. You wanted to do things with your life and make an impact. But when you’re stranded in the woods, and so much suffering and deaths befalls on you- and the way you see life, the way you live it, is changed forever. Before the plane crash, the wilderness never called to you. But now it sings to you, wants you there, while it buries itself inside your soul.

Years after the plane crash, you’ve given up on everything you once held dear. You live quietly in the city, in a small apartment, far away from the wilderness. But the wilderness is in your soul, hidden, and now it’s decided to come out again.

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Ultraviolence

Chapter One - Deadly Nightshade

Chapter Two - Call Me Poison

Chapter Three - Either Way

Chapter Four - We All Fall Asleep

Chapter Five - Give Me a Reason to Love You

Chapter Six - Prayers

Chapter Seven - In the Before

Chapter Eight - Ever Since the Lake

Chapter Nine - It Feels Right

Chapter Ten - She Looks at My Lips

Chapter Eleven - This Hunger Has No End

Chapter Twelve - Amoureuse

Chapter Thirteen - Wild Side

Chapter Fourteen - She Used to Call Me Nightshade

Chapter Fifteen - No Return

Chapter Sixteen - Mad Woman

Chapter Fifteen - Lose the Mask

Chapter Sixteen - Chemtrails

Chapter Seventeen - Doomcoming

Chapter Eighteen - Everything

Chapter Nineteen - The Horses are Coming

Chapter Twenty - A Union That is Happening Again

Chapter Twenty One - Friends & Foes

Chapter Twenty Two - Hard Day’s Night

Chapter Twenty Two - Counterproductive

Chapter Twenty Three - Angel Cake

Chapter Twenty Four - Between

Chapter Twenty Five - Crown of Bones

Chapter Twenty Six - Savior

Chapter Twenty Seven - Looking Over My Shoulder

Chapter Twenty Eight - Empty Life

Chapter Twenty Nine - Visionary

Chapter Thirty - Cult Leader

Chapter Thirty One - Like When We Were Kids

Chapter Thirty Two - Loving Her Was Never Enough

Chapter Thirty Three - It’s You From Whom I Learn (coming soon!)

Chapter Thirty Four - Soccer Girls (coming soon!)

Chapter Thirty Five - Queen of the Bees (coming soon!)

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“You must come with me, loving me, to death; or else hate me, and still come with me” Carmilla, 1872.

SFW/NSFW Amber Freeman x AFAB Reader Headcannons ♡

Warnings: Contains NSFW content. Enter at your own risk!

Notes: First ever posttttt!!! Hope it’s good haha

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SFW ♡

• Always needs to be touching you, like literally ALWAYS. She will be attached to you at the hip.

• Loves to dress you up in skimpy outfits for all of her parties, but gets pissed off when people look at you.

• Absolutely a Roblox kid. She bullies little kids in adopt me.

• Girl can not cook for her LIFE, first time she tried to make dinner for you, you had to pull out the fire extinguisher.

• Be ready for sleepovers nearly EVERY night. If you don’t come over, she absolutely will climb into your window at night.

• Tries not to drag you into any of the ghostface stuff, will go BATSHIT if Richie lays a finger on you.

• Extremely possessive of course, hates when people stare at you, or even talk to you when she is around.

• She would, of course kill someone for you, without a doubt.

• Super whiny when you don’t give her what she wants, especially if it’s late night and she wants to cuddle.

NSFW ♡

• You already know she is absolutely ADDICTED to eating you out. She can’t get enough of your taste, will whine and beg for you to let her eat you out again.

• No doubt has a fantasy of fucking you in your sleep.. If you let her she will be ecstatic.

• Of course, will fuck you with her strap in the ghostface costume.

• If you let her, she has a fantasy for you to let her carve her initials into your skin with her knife.

• Would never actually hurt you in bed, but she definitely has a thing for pain in bed.

• Would be gentle the your first couple of times having sex, until one night, after her first kill, that’s when things get much more heated.

• Loves to mark up your body with hickey’s and bite marks, and would love you to do the same to her. She would absolutely show them off in public.

• Usually pretty serious during sex, if you’re doing it rough, but she can get pretty giggly.

• I think she normally prefers rough sex with you, but on special nights she loves to be up close and intimate with you.

• Not really into anal with you, but would let you peg her with a strap.

• Loves to ride your strap, moving her hips as the material rub against your clit, teasing you on the brink of orgasm.

• Loves to do overstimulation on you. She will hold your hips down to stop you from moving as she laps up your juices from your previous orgasms.

crying rn trying to find Rhaenyra fics that don’t include Daemon I DONT WANT DAEMON 😭😭