#shauna shipman x reader oneshot

[ultrone]

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#4.3k ⭑ #hcs&blurbs

꒰ ♡ ꒱ constructionworker!shauna who got a summer job because she needed money to get her car fixed. although she didn’t have any experience in construction, she was very strong from playing soccer and going to the gym occasionally. luckily, she got hired as an apprentice and received decent pay.

꒰ ♡ ꒱ even though she had always been athletic, this construction job was a whole new beast. she woke up every day at 5 a.m. and had to get to the job site by 6 a.m. then, she’d immediately start working, spending eight hours on the job. her body ached every day after work, and she was usually filthy.

꒰ ♡ ꒱ your mom needed a shed built in the backyard for storage. she chose a random building company, which happened to be shauna’s. since it wasn’t a complicated or urgent job, the company sent two of their senior workers and shauna to work on it for a few weeks. they were allowed to work at a decent pace because your mom said it was fine as long as they finished before summer ended.

꒰ ♡ ꒱ by the time you got back to your hometown for the summer, it had already been three days since shauna started the project in your backyard. since your mom was gone in the mornings for work, she just let you know that there were workers outside and asked you to watch out for them, letting them in if they needed to use the bathroom or get some water—nothing out of the ordinary.

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the first time you laid eyes on her was on your second day back home. you went down to the kitchen for a snack when suddenly, you heard a soft knock on the door leading to the backyard. you didn’t even pay attention to the person in front of the glass door until you opened it, and there she was, standing clearly in front of you.

she was wearing dirty work pants held up by a belt, paired with a tight sleeveless white shirt and a red, washed-out flannel tied around her waist. her dark brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail, with a few loose strands sticking to her sweaty forehead.

shauna stood awkwardly, smiling at you politely. her hands were covered in grime, and her face had black streaks of dirt. she seemed very embarrassed that she hadn’t had time to clean herself up before knocking on the door. her eyes widened slightly when she saw you, a hint of disbelief flashing across her face. she remembered your mother mentioning there was a daughter in the house, but wasn't expecting you to be around her age, or so... attractive.

her cheeks colored slightly as she remembered the state she was in. she cleared her throat, attempting to speak without stuttering.

"um, sorry to bother you," she began, her voice huskier than usual from the hot sun beating down on her all day. "i just wanted to ask if we could use your bathroom. we’ve been working for hours and could really use a break." she spoke softly, trying to ignore the way her heartbeat accelerated just from standing in front of you.

as you took in the sight of shauna standing at your door, covered in sweat and dirt, you couldn't help but feel a strange fluttering feeling in your chest. there was something appealing about her messy state, and the way she stood there awkwardly, her cheeks slightly flushed.

"yeah, sure," you replied sympathetically, stepping back and gesturing for her to come inside. "you can use the bathroom in the hallway. it's the first door on the right. make yourselves at home," you added with a warm smile.

you stepped aside, letting her pass through the door. she brushed past you, her body grazing yours for a brief second. you couldn’t help but notice how muscular her arms looked underneath her shirt, and how the sweat made her clothes cling to her body. however, when you noticed her staring right into your eyes, you quickly looked away, not wanting to seem like a pervert or anything.

shauna gave you a sheepish smile before heading straight for the bathroom. once inside, she looked at herself in the mirror and let out a frustrated sigh. she couldn't believe she had just encountered you in such a state. she would be so embarrassed if she weren't so exhausted.

as she splashed some water on her face and tried to tidy up a bit, she couldn't help but think about how beautiful you were. she wondered how old you were and if you were single. not that it mattered, she scolded herself; at the end of the day, you were just a client's daughter.

as you waited for shauna to finish in the bathroom, you tried to distract yourself by scrolling on your phone, but no matter how hard you tried, your thoughts kept going back to her.

when she emerged from the bathroom, looking slightly more presentable but still a mess, you gave her another warm smile. "feeling better?" you asked, attempting to hide your attraction to her.

shauna nodded shyly, running a hand through her damp hair. she chuckled weakly, shaking her head as she looked down at herself. "sorry, i must look like a disaster right now," she apologized, a hint of self-consciousness in her voice.

you smiled reassuringly, waving your hand. "don’t worry ‘bout it," you said, leaning against the wall. "you actually look kinda cute, in a rugged kind of way."

her cheeks flushed a darker shade at your comment, a mixture of embarrassment and pleasure evident on her face. "oh, thanks, i guess," she mumbled, looking up at you through her lashes.

there was a moment of awkward silence between you two, shauna looking like she wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words. just then, a deep voice cut through the air, interrupting the silence and making you both jump.

one of the older workers, a bulky man with a salt-and-pepper beard, walked over to you both, a smirk on his face. "hey, sunshine," he called out to shauna in a teasing tone. "your break time is up," he said gruffly.

shauna playfully rolled her eyes at him with a toothy smile. "yeah, yeah, i know," she retorted, crossing her arms over her chest.

the older worker chuckled, his eyes darting between you and shauna, a knowing glint in his eyes. "who's your friend here?" he asked, pointing a finger at you.

shauna's cheeks turned a bit pink, realizing she hadn't introduced you yet. "oh, right," she mumbled, looking at you apologetically. "this is..." she trailed off, realizing she didn’t know your name.

"y/n," you said, looking directly at shauna with a smile.

he nodded in acknowledgment, grinning widely. "well, well, looks like our girl’s made a new friend, eh?" he said, nudging shauna in the ribs.

shauna rolled her eyes again, her cheeks still slightly red. "shut up, greg," she muttered, elbowing him back.

greg chuckled, holding his hands up in surrender. "just messing with you, sunshine," he said, his eyes dancing with amusement. "anyway, i better get back to work. we've still got quite a bit to finish on the shed."

shauna nodded, glancing at her watch. "yeah, me too," she said, sighing heavily. she gave you another small, shy smile. "well, um, see you around?"

you smiled back at her, nodding briefly. "yeah, see you around," you replied, feeling a pang of disappointment as she was leaving.

as she followed greg back outside, you watched her go, unable to tear your eyes away from her muscular frame and determined stride.

꒰ ♡ ꒱ ever since that interaction, you started spending more time either in the kitchen or the living room. you pretended you were just hanging out, using your phone or eating, but in reality, you were constantly glancing through the glass doors to watch shauna, unable to take your eyes off her.

꒰ ♡ ꒱ there was something about her strong yet graceful movements, the way her muscles flexed as she worked, that you couldn't tear your eyes away from. you found yourself watching her more and more often, to the point where you were practically glued to the window.

꒰ ♡ ꒱ she didn't seem to notice your stares, too focused on her work to catch you looking at her. you felt a mixture of fascination and shame, knowing that you were acting like a stalker, yet unable to stop yourself from observing her every move.

꒰ ♡ ꒱ as the days went on, shauna began to notice that you were watching her. at first, she thought it was just a coincidence, but then she started to see the patterns in your behavior.

꒰ ♡ ꒱ whenever she bent over to pick something up, her shirt riding up just enough to reveal a strip of bare skin, she caught your eyes following the movement. whenever she lifted something heavy, flexing her biceps and showing off her strength, she saw your gaze linger on her muscular arms. she started to tease you, doing things on purpose just to see your reaction.

꒰ ♡ ꒱ she began working without her flannel tied around her waist, showcasing her toned stomach whenever she reached up to lift something. she made sure to stretch her arms up over her head every now and then, knowing that it would show off her muscular shoulders and back.

꒰ ♡ ꒱ whenever she took her breaks, she would sit out in the open, pretending to read a book but really watching for your reaction. she found it amusing how you tried to play it cool, pretending not to notice her subtle gestures. but she could see right through you, and she loved the power she had over you.

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today, the heat was almost unbearable. the sun was scorching, and even the breeze was hot. you were sitting in the kitchen, trying to cool down, when you heard the sound of footsteps approaching the house.

you turned your head to see shauna walking through the door, her clothes sticking to her sweaty skin. she looked hotter than ever, but there was something different about her. maybe it was the way she didn’t knock on the door this time, or the way she didn’t try to avoid your stare—she seemed more confident than the first time you met her in this same spot.

she brushed some loose strands of hair off her forehead, clearly frustrated by the oppressive heat. "hey," she greeted, her voice slightly hoarse. "mind if i have something to drink? it’s so damn hot outside, i feel like i’m sweating my skin off."

she leaned against the countertop, looking flushed and slightly irritated. the heat seemed to be getting to her, and her usual easy-going demeanor was replaced by a slightly grumpy attitude.

you chuckled softly at her grumbling, finding her slightly agitated state cute. "yeah, of course," you said, gesturing to the fridge. "help yourself. there's a pitcher of lemonade right in there."

you watched as she opened the refrigerator, grabbed the pitcher of lemonade, and poured herself a glass. as she took a long swig, her head tilting back slightly, a droplet of sweat slid down her forehead. you couldn't help but notice the way her throat bobbed with each swallow and how the skin on her neck glistened with sweat.

she set the glass down on the countertop, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "thanks," she muttered, her breath slightly labored. "i swear this heat is gonna be the death of me."

she leaned back against the counter again, wiping the sweat off her brow. her shirt, clinging to her skin from the perspiration, revealed a hint of the toned abdomen you had been admiring for days now.

"yeah, it's brutal out there," you replied, your eyes accidentally lingering on her stomach. you quickly looked away, hoping she didn't notice your gaze. "i don't know how you guys can work in this heat. i'd be dead after five minutes."

she snorted, a small puff of air escaping her lips. "yeah, tell me about it. you get used to it after a while, i guess," she replied, a slight note of pride in her voice. "besides, it's better than being stuck indoors all day."

she leaned her head back against the cupboard, letting out a small groan. "but god, i can't wait to get home and take a cold shower."

the casual way in which she mentioned showering sent a jolt of heat down your spine. you felt your cheeks turn slightly pink, and you had to look away again before she noticed your reaction.

"yeah, i bet," you mumbled, focusing your gaze on the table in front of you. "a cold shower sounds really nice right now."

as she finished her lemonade and set the empty glass down on the sink, she tugged a small towel out of the waistline of her jeans and wiped her face. the fabric was damp and slightly translucent, sticking to her skin as she patted herself dry.

she looked like a hot mess, but somehow, that made her even more attractive to you. you watched as she prepared to head back outside, feeling a pang of disappointment that your interaction was over so soon.

"anyway, thanks again for the drink," she said, giving you a grateful smile. "i gotta get back to work before greg yells at me again for slacking off."

as she walked out the door, she casually tossed the damp towel onto her shoulder, leaving it there as she pulled up her pants by hooking her fingers through the jean loops and heading back outside. you couldn't help but notice how the towel clung to her already sweat-soaked shirt, and it took all your strength not to watch her through the window as she walked away—she was a sight to behold.

you leaned back in the chair, your mind replaying the whole interaction on loop. the memory of her flushed face and damp hair, the sight of her toned muscles moving under her skin, the sound of her raspy voice... all of it was driving you crazy.

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you were pissed at yourself. how long has it been? five days since you first met her? and the damn pool casually sitting in your backyard never came to mind until today. you cursed yourself as the thought hit you.

and no, it wasn’t the fact that you were sweating your ass off on the living room couch while you could be swimming that bothered you. why didn't you think of this sooner? for five days, you've been wasting your time staring at shauna through the goddamn glass door when you could've been seeing her up close and personal from the comfort of your own pool. obviously, by disguising your stare with some sunglasses.

you took your sweet time selecting the perfect bikini, making sure it showed off all your curves just right. then, you grabbed a book, a towel, and a pair of sunglasses before making your way outside. sauntering over to the pool, you put extra effort into each step. with a confident smile, you entered the water and let out a content sigh as the cool liquid enveloped your hot skin. after a few minutes of swimming and cooling off, you relaxed.

meanwhile, shauna was busy working on the roof of the shed, up on the ladder with a tool belt strapped around her slim waist, her muscular arms and back straining as she hammered in nails and fixed roofing tiles. focused on her task, she didn't notice your presence at first. that is, until the sound of the water splashing caught her attention. pausing what she was doing, she looked in the direction of the pool, but all she saw was the surface of the water.

you swam back up in most alluring way possible, only to realize that shauna hadn't even noticed you. she was too fixated on her work, oblivious to your presence in the pool. with a disappointed huff, you swam to the edge and pulled yourself out, your dripping wet hair clinging to your face and your bikini sticking to your skin.

you made your way over to the lawn chair, adjusting yourself to find a comfortable position. closing your eyes, you let out a sigh as the warm sun beat down on your skin. the heat was bearable now that you'd cooled off in the pool.

just then, shauna glanced over at you, her eyes widening at the sight of you lying by the pool in your bikini. her gaze trailed over your body, taking in the curves and angles shown off by the scanty swimsuit. she was so distracted that she didn’t pay attention to her own footing, and her foot slipped off the edge of the ladder.

the loud thud jolted you out of your relaxation. startled, you snapped your eyes open, only to see shauna on the ground, surrounded by her concerned coworkers, asking if she was alright. her face was flushed red from both exertion and embarrassment as she sat there, nursing a bruised elbow. they hovered around her, fussing over her like concerned mother hens. she looked visibly frustrated, embarrassed that she had fallen in front of everyone because she had been ogling you.

by the time you walked over to where she was, she sat up, rubbing the back of her head with a scowl. when she saw you approaching, her expression instantly changed to annoyance.

"i'm fine," she huffed, waving off the other workers. "it's nothing, just a stupid fall." she looked annoyed with everyone for fussing over her, like a child who had scraped their knee and didn’t want to be babied.

you glanced at her injured elbow, noticing the scrapes along her skin. she tried to brush it off, but you weren’t having it.

“yeah, no,” you said firmly, grabbing her uninjured arm and gently pulling her towards the house. “come on, let me take a look at that.”

she protested a bit, but you ignored her grumbling and led her inside, leaving her coworkers to continue their work.

you ushered her into the guest bathroom and immediately began rummaging through the cabinets for the first aid kit. after a minute of searching and pulling out various items, you finally found it and set it down on the sink.

“come here, let me see your wound,” you said, gesturing for her to take a seat on the toilet.

shauna reluctantly complied, begrudgingly allowing you to take care of her scraped elbow. she looked like a petulant child, not wanting to admit that she needed help. you knelt in front of her, gently lifting her injured arm to examine the scrape. it wasn’t too bad, but it was oozing a little blood.

“this might sting a bit,” you warned, grabbing some rubbing alcohol and a cotton swab from the first aid kit. you dabbed the cotton swab in the rubbing alcohol and began cleaning the wound, trying to be as gentle as possible.

as you gently rubbed the alcohol-soaked cotton swab on her scraped elbow, she jerked slightly from the pain. instead of pulling away, she suddenly grabbed her abdomen with her other hand, wincing and doubling over slightly.

you paused, looking at her in concern. noticing the pained expression on her face and the way she was holding her abdomen, you asked, “hey, are you okay?” setting the cotton swab aside, you placed a hand on her shoulder. “what’s wrong with your stomach?”

you gently lifted her shirt. she tried to stop you, but you persisted, wanting to get a better look at her abdomen. that's when you saw the angry red mark on her skin, a souvenir from the fall. it was a large scratch, likely caused by the sharp edge of a plank at the top of the shed.

“jesus, that looks painful,” you murmured, your fingers lightly tracing the edges of the scratch without touching it directly.

shauna let out a small hiss at your touch, flinching slightly as your fingers grazed the sensitive skin. “yeah, it hurts like a bitch,” she muttered, wincing again as she shifted slightly in her seat.

she suddenly became aware of just how close you were to her. your fingers gently ran over her skin, tracing the length of the scratch with a soft touch. your furrowed eyebrows showed your concern for her injury. she felt a shiver run down her spine as your gaze scanned her abdomen, carefully examining the damage. she couldn't help but feel a bit nervous under your touch and attention.

she tried to distract herself from the closeness of your bodies by looking anywhere but at you. her hands fidgeted in her lap, and she felt her heart rate quicken. she wasn't accustomed to being so close to someone or having anyone focus on her so intently.

meanwhile, you were too preoccupied with examining the scratch to notice her nervous behavior. you carefully checked the injury, ensuring there were no splinters or dirt particles lodged in the wound.

"this looks a bit deep," you murmured, your eyes still fixed on the scratch. “i'm gonna need to clean it properly to avoid infection.”

she swallowed hard as you spoke, your face just inches from hers, eyes focused on her abdomen.

"alright," she whispered, her hands clenching the fabric of her jeans. "just be gentle, it hurts."

you gave her a reassuring smile, hoping to ease her nerves. "don't worry, i'll be careful," you said gently.

reaching into the first aid kit, you pulled out some sterile gauze and antiseptic liquid. after dipping the gauze in the liquid, you squeezed out the excess.

"this might sting a bit," you warned, bringing the gauze closer to her abdomen. "try to stay still, alright?"

"okay," she mumbled, closing her eyes and biting her lip, feeling her muscles tense up in anticipation.

you gently pressed the gauze onto the scratch, the antiseptic liquid making contact with her injured skin. she flinched and inhaled sharply, her eyes squeezing shut.

“just a little longer,” you whispered gently, continuing to dab at the wound. you could feel her body tense beneath your touch, and though you knew it must be painful, you also knew it was necessary.

after a few moments, you carefully removed the used gauze and set it aside. the cleaned scratch looked slightly better, though redness and swelling still lingered.

you carefully placed a new sterile gauze over the scratch and secured it with medical tape. now that the wound was dressed, your hands hovered over her abdomen. your fingers lingered on the edges of the gauze, gently caressing the exposed skin above it.

you looked up, locking eyes with her, and suddenly realized what you were doing. you quickly attempted to pull your hand away, a flush of embarrassment spreading across your cheeks at the unexpected intimacy.

just as you were about to retreat, she reached out and gently grasped your hand, preventing you from moving further. she brought your hand back to her abdomen, her warm fingers wrapped around yours, holding you in place.

she looked into your eyes, her expression one of embarrassment and gratitude. “thank you,” she whispered, her voice barely louder than a breath.

your heart pounded wildly as she held your hand against her abdomen. the heat of her skin against your palm sent a jolt of something unfamiliar through you. you opened your mouth to speak, but no words came out. you simply nodded, your eyes locked on hers, your hand still resting on her belly.

a charged silence hung between you, pressing upon you both like a heavy weight. instinctively, you licked your lips, a nervous habit you weren't even aware of. the action was reflexive, a response to the intense atmosphere.

as your tongue darted across your lips, her gaze flickered from your eyes to your mouth. a brief moment of vulnerability crossed her face. before you could react, she leaned forward and pressed her lips against yours.

the moment was passionate and slow, your heart racing with each passing second. your hands slid to her waist, moving upward to rest on her shoulders as the kiss deepened. you gently teased her lower lip with your tongue, and her mouth opened slightly, inviting your exploration. her hands found the back of your neck, pulling you closer.

after breaking the kiss, you both gasped for air, chests heaving with desire. her eyes locked onto yours, glowing with lust and curiosity.

just as the tension was reaching its peak, the sound of footsteps outside jolted you both back to reality. reluctantly, you broke apart, disentangling your limbs and returning to your personal spaces. she shuffled, clearing her throat and adjusting her shirt, while you tried to steady your racing heartbeat.

"thanks again," she muttered, avoiding eye contact. "i better get back to work."

"yeah," you managed to reply, your voice slightly hoarse. "see you around?" you asked, still a bit flustered and disoriented. she quickly stood up from the toilet, smoothing out her clothes and avoiding your gaze. the heat of the earlier moment still lingered in the air.

she gave a quick nod, a hint of a smirk playing at the corners of her lips. it was clear she was trying to play it cool, but her cheeks were still flushed pink.

"yeah, sure thing," she said, shoving her hands in her pockets. "see you later."

with that, she quickly walked out of the bathroom, leaving you standing there, alone with your thoughts.

[sawyerconfort]

the yellowjackets when you wear their shirts would include...

Hi, I promised I would come back and I just disappeared, I'm really sorry! As I mentioned before, my computer has been having huge problems, and I've tried to fix it before, but it looks like I'm going to have to format it after all.

In the meantime, I've got a laptop abandoned at home and I'm trying to write on it. Half the delay was because I was trying to adjust to the new method and the other half because I really had no idea for these requests and giving you shitty stuff would not be fair at all.

Ok, so here we go, probably for a wave of headcannons with other fandoms (AHS fans, I promise I'll answer all of your asks, don't worry!

Enjoy!

Requests will be a little closed for a while just until I get my act together! Sorry for the delay and closing!

If you can also let me know in the replies if you want more prompts and headcannons with the yellowjackets, I would appreciate it! And let me know if you want me to include Travis or\and Coach Ben on it too...

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Jackie Taylor

I don't think Jackie would make a fuzz about it. Alright, she would probably be surprised on the first day. But because she's supposedly the most popular girl in school, she's even happy that you're being influenced by her style, after all, that's what popular girls are for, right?

It will also depend a lot on your relationship. If you are friends, for example, Jackie will insist on letting you take some clothes that no longer fit her. And if you're dating, she'll make sure to tease you as much as she can until you express the reaction that pleases her the most.

"You look beautiful, (Y\N), my style really suits you, like I always said."

Shauna Shipman

Shauna wouldn't mind too much about you wearing her clothes either, but unlike Jackie, I think she'd be pretty insecure about commenting on it, kind of afraid that it would make you stop wearing it, and also, of course, due to her internal issues with herself.

But Shauna would find it incredibly adorable, though, and would give you some signs that she liked the offbeat idea, her way. This includes not-so-subtle glances while you're wearing the fabric, or some clothes, which are her favorites as well, laid out on the bed when you come to visit… Little details that let you know that Shauna isn't bothered at all therefore.

I mean, unless it's her flannels, these inseparable fucking flannels… Those no one can take, not even a significant other.

"Uh… You look cute, (Y\N), in my outfit… I like it."

Natalie Scatorccio

I don't think Natalie would mind you wearing her clothes. In fact, I think it would be a good opportunity for her to take advantage of this and tease you as much as she can. She will do anything to make you self-conscious and blush, but not in a bad way. Like, that's just her love language.

And, let's face it, Natalie is needy enough not to let her scent wash off her clothes when you take them off. On nights when she needs to sleep alone, if you're dating, she'll purposefully grab one of her pieces of clothing and smell in the scent to keep you close.

"Hey, sweetie, lookin' pretty, huh? Is this outfit mine by any chance?"

Taissa Turner

I'm a hundred percent sure that Tai would be one of those people who abominate clichés, unless she's doing it herself. So, at first, this idea of sharing clothes with her significant other is something she would find completely silly. The first time, she would just kindly tell you to stop it, in a way that doesn't hurt your feelings (I love a soft-hearted Tai, don't judge me!).

But then, as time goes on, I'm also one hundred percent sure that Tai would buy clothes in her style that exclusively fit you. It's kind of her guilty pleasure, since spoiling you is one of her most practiced love languages. And well, considering the tantrum she threw the first few times, how much you've evolved is impressive.

"Okay honey, which one do you want to wear today?"

Lottie Matthews

Okay, get ready for the biggest love bomb you've ever received in your life. Lottie would be completely adorable about your wearing her clothes, and not only would she not mind at all, she would make a point of convincing you that you are one of the lost paintings by one of the famous artists of past centuries, or something like that.

In fact, it's kind of a headcannon on my part that Lottie doesn't have her own style and that she's always looking for something that makes her belong somewhere (some clothes in her teens she wore because of her mother's influence, just because it would please her, you know? )

So, seeing you wearing the dresses that she finds extremely over the top, or the blouses that have too much detail and too little simplicity, is like one of the greatest achievements of her life, if not the greatest. I don't think Lottie ever liked that flashy style more than when you started stealing it from her.

"Wow, wow, wait a minute! Wow, (Y\N), I think you wearing this made me a hundred times more in love with you! Wear it more, babe. You can wear my clothes as much as you like."

Van Palmer

(Okay, since Liv identifies as they\them, I'm going to change the pronouns for this one, hope you don't mind!)

Van and Natalie would have the same approach when it comes to stealing their clothes. But, I think, as an honest opinion, Van would turn this more into a flirting game than anything else. They are simply obsessed (it reads turned on) when you wear something of theirs.

And of course, this opens the door for some good teasing that will inevitably end in making out. Like, how would you handle it, with Van looking you up and down and smirking with that smile you're completely drawn to every time? It's almost impossible for nothing to happen.

I'm also pretty sure that if you were dating, they wouldn't let you have only your clothes in your closet or in your bags. There would always have to be three or more pieces of them that you could use as much or as little as you wanted.

"Wow! Watch out, everyone! There's an extremely hot living being crossing the room, and look what a coincidence, they're wearing my clothes!"

Misty Quigley

Misty would probably have the best reaction ever. Then she, who was always ridiculed for her attitudes and style, having someone who was able to wear her clothes as if they were completely ordinary. Are you kidding? You'll practically make her day if you do something like that!

Obviously, she would be embarrassed and reluctant to ask you the first time why you were doing it, but Misty Quigley has two sides to the coin, and one of them being the impulsive side, I think that would be the one that would beat her to the courage. And your response of the type "because I love your style" would simply keep her up all night.

By the next morning, her entire circle of potential friends would have known about it…

"OH MY GOD! Are these… are these my clothes? Okay, now you really need to let me do your makeup, (Y\N)!"

Laura Lee

(Same thing as Liv\Van, but I don't really know if Laura Lee would use neutral pronuns... It's all because of Jane Widdop, our baby!)

Laura Lee would be pretty surprised if you showed up wearing their clothes, and honestly, I don't think there would be any malice on their part when you did. More than a possible sign that they could be more than friends to you, this would mean that you could, above all, be friends.

They would find it extremely sweet, actually, the effort and dedication you put into choosing an item of clothing that they loved, but was also comfortable for you. In short, Laura Lee would just adore you even more, if that were even possible!

"Oh! Oh! I can't believe it! You look beautiful wearing this, (Y\N). In God's eyes and mine mostly."

[elliewilliamsbitchh]

lottie matthews x reader!

got bored and wrote this :3

“the wilderness wants us together.”

“what?” you ask, your eyes wide. “what do you mean, lottie?” you sighed. she knew you didn’t believe in her messiah shit, you were more into believing science.

everyone was peacefully sleeping around you as you two leaned against the wall, the windows casting the moonlight of lottie, making her look angelic.

“it told me,” she said and lightly grabbed your face, looking into your eyes intensely, entrancing you. “it said we’re supposed to be together, it’s what is meant to be.”

god, she sounded serious! living in the wilderness for months on end had really gotten to her. you thought, shaking your head. “what’s this bullshit, lottie? the wilderness doesn’t want shit.” she said and gestured around. “if you want me you can just say it.” she slowly said. her big brown eyes were staring into you, like she saw your soul. you felt almost compelled to listen, to do what the wilderness says.

“i—“ lottie started, not really knowing what to say. sure, she did want you, but the wilderness had spoken to her. it told her that you were meant for her. “it said it, i swear.” she decided on saying, ignoring what you had said.

you sighed. “lottie, you know i don’t believe in that crap.” you looked away from her, her hands still holding your face. “no, y/n, you need to believe me.” she said and watched your eyes dance away, making her frown. “i do want you,” she started.

“but the wilderness needs it.” she whispered, her grip tightening around your jaw.

you looked back at her, your mouth slightly agap. you know it’s bullshit, you’ve known this.

then why is it so enticing?

it’s like your body was moving for you, like you were a ghost watching over yourself. your eyes moved to her lips and your hands mirrored her actions on your face on hers, cupping her face gently.

you couldn’t think about anything but lottie matthews.

it was like the fucking wilderness had currpted your body when you lunged forward and kissed her.

what the fuck is happening right now?

she kissed you back instantly, leaning down so it was easier for both of you. she kissed you with a passion from deep inside her, buried beneath the rage and sadness. all for you.

she pinned you against the wall, your back against the cold glass of the window.

“you shouldn’t fight this,” she whispered against your lips, brushing your hair out of your face. “we shouldn’t fight this.” her eyes had darkened as she stared down at you. she brushed her hands through your hair, smiling softly. she leaned closer to you, your noses brushing.

you felt conflicted. deep inside, something was making you feel like this was right. meant to be. you felt like you were going insane, being so close to lottie made you feel dizzy.

“i—“ you didn’t know what to say. you looked into lottie’s eyes, feeling calmer the longer you looked at her, the more you touched her. “i understand.”

this is what the wilderness wants.

[foamangel]

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ eyeshadow | jackie taylor

— word count: 1.1k

summary: You and Jackie pre-game and get ready before a party, new experiences take place.

⤷ jackie taylor x reader

a.n: my first fic on this site! this one is sortaaaa angsty. tell me your thoughts down below and don't forget to like and reblog! :))

warnings ! - some very ignorant comments about being gay but Jackie and reader are just in gay denial lol.

“You have got to do pink lipstick – and then layer with some sort of shimmering lipgloss.” Jackie mumbled, her breath hitting your face while she plucked your eyebrows with alarming precision.

The music was lulling softly out of the speakers of her old radio, a pop tune by an artist you couldn’t quite identify despite the name being at the tip of your tongue and the room was warm, embedded in soft golden lighting and smelling like the vanilla and apple caramel candles that Jackie had lit.

You frowned at Jackie’s words, moving your head slightly out of her grasp - her hands followed, cupping your cheeks and smoshing them together.

“C’mon do not give me that pouty face! Tonight might be the night, aren’t you excited?” - she exclaimed, getting back to her proficient (albeit painful) work.

“I guess,” you replied “it’s just that… I mean, I’m nervous that’s all - what if like, I do something wrong?” the last words were whispered leaving your mouth with uncertainty.

“Whatever could you do wrong? You are a pretty girl and any guy would be very lucky to kiss you – there is no “wrong”, – she stepped away, making air quotes with her fingers – in this kind of thing, it’s very natural and trust me, by what Jeff said the guy isn’t even all that experienced, he will probably just leave the party feeling pretty lucky to have kissed a cute girl and brag about it to his friends for like, a week, and that’s it.”

“Jesus, I don’t want him to talk to his friends! Probably gonna tell them how I can’t french kiss and make disgusting comments – oh man I really don’t feel like doing this.” You groaned felling your face warming up with embarrassment.

Jackie stared at you, her brown eyes twinkling in confusing, “I thought you liked the guy, you were so excited at school, talking about getting you first kiss and all that;” - she breathed in, tucking some strands of hair behind your ear and continued - “look the entire team is gonna be there and you don’t have to feel pressured to do anything, besides, if you are that desperate, I can show you some stuff.”

“Some stuff?” you inquired, tilting your head, lips parting slightly.

“Yeah, some stuff,” she laughed “I can kiss you, tell you what to do and not do, it won’t even count as a first kiss because were both girls see? So you can still have you first with Jeff’s guy – what has his name again? Andrew? Something with an A for sure…”

She was lost in thought, trying to recall whatever’s name as you stared at her, at her black floral dress, her heart pendent, her rosy cheeks – and soft pink lips.

“Sure, that would be nice,” you ended up saying, snapping her out of her thoughts, her brown eyes melting at your words “besides, it’s what you said, it won’t even count cuz we are both girls, right?”

“Yeah,” she said, pursing her lips. She sat up straight “alright, close your eyes, get ready,” she whispered has you did just that, letting your lashes flutter shut “so, he is probably gonna lean in fast – he is gonna be nervous the first time, so you got to be ready, its crucial for his ego – and brush his lips against yours.”

Jackie closed the gap, your lips touching, ghosting, softly brushing against eachother – then without warning she pressed her lips against yours in a long peck, her gloss sticking on to your mouth.

You could feel her warmth and your hands were hitching to grab her and pull her closer, to tangle themselfs in her auburn hair, destroying the curls she had spent so much time perfecting.

She moved away, frazzled, and got closer to you on the pink duvet cover of the bed, grabbing you by the neck and mumbling lowly, “Now I’m gonna use some tongue,” another mumble “so follow my lead.”

Your lips joined, once more, but now she was moving them, velvety and slow, on instinct (I guess after all kissing was truly natural) you opened your mouth, letting her tongue slip inside meeting yours - both meshing in wanton need.

You could feel her body pressing down on yours so, ever so slowly, you lowered yourself on to the bed, her lips never leaving yours – she has on top of you, holding your cheeks, your legs were tangled together and one of your hands rested on her back, the other in her head.

She pulled back, both of you breathing heavy, her hand brushing through your face and your eyes meeting eachother in an deep understanding you couldn’t quite get – and then she has on you again, her lips, her hands, her heat, her smell, the artificial taste of her lipgloss that you could feel on tip of your tongue along with the brush of her long eyelashes on your cheeks, when she drew in closer.

The two of you did not stop, both in a warm rosy bubble of softness and despair until the honk of Shauna’s car sounded outside, the noise slipping through the window and awakening you out of your drunken stupor.

Quickly and muffled you heard the steps of Mr. Taylor on the first flight of the stairs calling for you and Jackie to get down – the room has cold now, evolved in blue light and the smell of the candles has beginning to be too much; breathing heavily Jackie rolled of the top of you, you watched her has she got up, shaking her curls, now messy with hairs standing up, and breathed in a laugh.

“Oh my God, we haven’t even finish your makeup.” she seemed frazzled looking around her room for something, anything “Shauna is here so early! Jesus, what time even his it?” turning around she grabbed her dainty alarm clock, checking the time.

“10:38? Ok, I can work with that, I’m gonna tell Shauna to come up, there’s is still time to fix your hair and do the eyeshadow.” she steeped closer passing her hands through your head – they were shaking, you tried to catch her eyes but she turned grabbing her jacket and heading for the bedroom door.

“I’m gonna go downstairs,” her hand was curled tightly around the doorknob and she gave you a tilted smile “please curl your lashes and start painting you nails, that way it’s going to be much quicker, and we can get there on time.”

With that she left, leaving you on the bed, watching the shadows of the room and staring at the snuffed-out candles, burnt all the way out.

[mxlti-fand0m-imaginess]

I'll Keep You Safe // Shauna Shipman

request: It would be like the reader has been pinning after Shauna for some time, and Shauna likes her back, but the plane crash happens, and the reader gets injured, and Shauna takes care of the Reader?

prompts: none!

summary: you had always been terrified of flying, so shauna promises that she'll help you make it through. but after a horrific crash, her promise comes to mean so much more.

warnings: blood, injuries, plane crash (kinda obvious lol), drug usage (xanax), not proofread

word count: 1.3k

a/n: implied fem!reader but no pronouns or defining features mentioned

You clutched the straps of your backpack tightly as you boarded the plane. You had always been horribly afraid of flying, but you didn’t really have a choice. The Nationals game was coming up quickly, and you wouldn’t have had time to drive all the way to Seattle if you wanted to be there in time. So, you didn’t really have much of a choice if you wanted to play in the game.

Finding an empty window seat, you sat down, placing your backpack on the ground in front of you. The flight would only be a few hours, you could tough it out. Hopefully. Luckily, you managed to swipe some of your mom’s xanax before you left that morning. You’d just take the pills and sleep through the flight. You’d wake up in Seattle and it’d feel like you never even left the ground in the first place. It wouldn’t be that bad. Right?

“You nervous?” Shauna asked, sitting down in the empty seat beside you.

Just hearing the sound of her voice made your face heat up, a warmth covering your cheeks. You looked over to her and smiled weakly, hoping to appear at least somewhat normal.

“Is it that obvious?” you laughed nervously, fiddling with your necklace.

She smiled. “A bit. You look really pale, and you’re shaking. First time flying?”

You shook your head. “No, I’ve- I’ve done it before. Just not in a long time. And I wasn’t this terrified of it then.”

She grabbed your hand comfortingly, shooting you a warm smile. “Well, I’m sure you’ll be fine. And I’ll be right here the whole time to help you through it.”

You smiled back, feeling your blush only getting worse. “Thanks, Shauna.”

“Anytime, y/n.”

The plane started moving, and you instinctively went to double check your seatbelt. Shauna giggled softly.

“You’re gonna be fine, y/n. I’m sure of it.”

You nodded, forcing yourself to at least try and believe that her words were true. You reached down into your backpack and grabbed the pill bottle you swiped, taking out a xanax and swallowing it. You offered the bottle to Shauna.

“You want one? It’s xanax. I’m hoping to just sleep through the whole flight.”

She smiled. “Sure, why not?”

She took one of your mom’s pills, and you put the bottle back in your bag. Soon the plane was in the air, and your surroundings began to blur. Before you knew it, you were asleep.

~

“Y/n? Y/n? Y/n!” Shauna yelled, shaking you by the shoulders, trying to get you to wake up.

“Wha…?” you asked, still half asleep and delirious.

Shauna said something else, but you didn’t quite understand it. Then you felt something weird. It was almost like falling. You thought it was just a side effect of the pill, until you heard the screaming. Then a stinging on the side of your face jolted you back into reality. You looked over surprised to find out that Shauna had slapped you.

“Wake up!” she yelled, the worry in her eyes making the panic building inside of you even worse. 

You looked out your window and saw the mountains getting closer. And closer. And closer. And then it was black.

~

You slowly blinked awake as you felt yourself being carried. No, not carried. Dragged. Your vision was blurry and you couldn’t feel anything below your waist. Your eyes came into focus and you saw Shauna above you, dragging you out of the remains of the plane you had once been in. Suddenly, it was like the fog in your mind had cleared. You realized what happened. The plane had crashed. You were stranded.

“Y/n? Y/n, you’re gonna be okay. Everything is gonna be fine, just- just hang on,” Shauna said, setting you down against a tree.

“Y/n, are you alright? Does anything hurt?” she asked, her voice shaking in worry.

“I think so. But I can’t…” you trailed off as you reached behind you to touch your back. Your hand came in contact with something wet. 

You pulled your hand back to look at it, your eyes widening when you saw the blood covering your fingers. Your mouth went dry and you couldn’t form words. Fear took over your body, filling your every sense. You couldn’t feel anything below your waist and there was blood on your back. No… It can’t be what you’re thinking. Right?

“Oh my god! You’re bleeding!” Shauna gasped, gently pulling you forward to look at your back.

A large jagged scrap of metal protruded from your lower spine. You had said you hadn’t felt any pain, but how could you have not felt this? Unless…

“Y/n, can you move your legs?” Shauna asked, her voice quivering.

You tried to move them, even just wiggle them a bit, but they didn’t budge. You tried again, but it wasn’t working. You couldn’t feel them, and you couldn’t move them. You let out a choked sob as the reality of it all sunk in. You were paralyzed from the waist down. Your spinal cord must’ve been severed by the metal in your back. Maybe if you were back home, you could’ve gotten to the hospital in time for them to fix this. But you were in the middle of nowhere, and there was no telling if or when help would come. You were stuck like this. And there might not be any chance for you to fix this.

“Oh my god,” Shauna whispered, pulling you into a hug.

You sobbed into her shoulder as you hugged her back, clinging to her tightly. Shauna squeezed you even tighter, and you could’ve sworn you heard her sniffle.

“We’re gonna fix this. It- it’ll be okay,” Shauna said, but you could tell she didn’t believe her own words. 

“How? I- I’m never gonna walk again. I can’t run, I can’t play soccer, I can’t even stand up! It’s never going to be okay!” you yelled, still sobbing heavily.

“I- I’m going to fix this. I’ll take care of you, y/n. We’ll make this better. Somehow, we’re going to get through this. But right now, we need to get that thing out of you before it does even more damage.”

You nodded, sniffling. Shauna helped you to lay down on your stomach. She walked away and came back with Misty and Tai, along with a first aid kit that had miraculously survived the crash.

Shauna knelt down in front of you. “Okay, they’re gonna pull it out. Just- just hold my hand. Focus on me.”

You nodded, grabbing Shauna’s hand tightly. Misty handed you a balled up scrap of fabric.

“Here, bite down on this. You might still have some nerves intact, so this could hurt.”

You bit down on the fabric, and squeezed Shauna’s hand even tighter. Without warning, Misty and Tai began to pull out the metal scrap. You screamed out in pain, biting down on the fabric harder. You couldn’t feel everything, but what you did feel was the worst pain you had ever experienced. You clutched Shauna’s hand even tighter, your eyes welling up with tears again. You felt your head spin and your vision went spotty.

“Okay, it’s out! You did it! It’s out, y/n,” Shauna said, trying to smile, but you could tell she was still panicked.

Misty and Tai sewed up the wound on your back and bandaged it. Shauna helped you sit up again, and you rested your weight against her. She wrapped her arm around your shoulders and you placed one over her torso. You heard sniffling and looked up to see Shauna was crying.

She smiled down at you sadly and pressed a kiss to your forehead. Despite everything you had just been through, you felt butterflies erupt in your stomach and your face grew hot.

“I’m gonna take care of you. I promise that no matter what happens, I’m gonna keep you safe. We’re gonna make it through this.”

“Will we?” you asked.

“Yeah.” Shauna nodded, but you could tell by the tone of her voice, that she was lying. 

tags: none!

[fromabasementonthehilll]

Teeth (pt. 2)

͙⁺･༓☾ - Summary: Following your attack, you ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‏‏‎ ‏‏‎ ‏‏‎ ‎‎‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎sought answers from Shauna, who had ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎distanced herself from you.

Pairing: Vampire!Shauna Shipman x fem!‎ ‎‎‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎reader

Warnings: mention of injury

(Part one)

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Friends and family visited you after your attack, bringing you flowers, gifts and chocolate. It was a couple weeks until you could finally go home, most of your days were spent with aching and bore.

After everything that happened you were left dazed, Shauna had left town in time for autumn break - leaving you with no explanation, she hasn't reached out to you ever since.

You remembered the ambulance sirens, flashing red and blue lights brightening the forest path as your eyes rapidly searched for an answer, for Shauna. After she had left you, you laid on the forest floor as if arrows in your back and sides had been shot into you - giving up into her sharp edges, too weak to stand. That was until the ambulance had found you and taken you into an emergency room.

-

"How are you doing today?" Your doctor asked with a clipboard in his hand.

"I'm fine, same as usual." You gave a warming look to the doctor, who had checked up on you regularly.

"I have some news for you (y/n), we're releasing you today, just finalising a couple tests and then you're good to go." He glanced up at you, waiting for your response.

"Really? I get to go home?" You were startled, almost in disbelief. You sat up with curiosity.

"Yes, you do. I called your parents for you they should be here in a couple of hours. A few things you need to keep notice of though - take your medication twice daily and limit physical activity, we don't want you landing back in here, we've already informed your soccer coach." He said, handing you fresh clothes to change back into.

You grimaced, knowing that skipping soccer practice would lead to less time with Shauna, as if you were even prepared to see her.

"Look, I know it isn't the greatest situation, but considering your wounds it's best you lay it off for a while." He was right. The few times you had walked around the hospital it hurt so badly that eventually you just gave up, opting to lay in the hospital bed the entire time instead. The meds were working, though you'd for sure have a scar somewhere.

-

It was a week until school began again, this was by far the worst autumn break you had ever been through. Thankfully, though, your friends had agreed to have sleepovers at your house to save you the trouble.

"(y/n) there's no way you don't remember at least little bit," Van stated, followed by stares from a couple other girls who had situated themselves on your floor.

"Guys, I'm telling you, I basically blacked out." You laughed it off, trying your hardest to convince them, but you could tell they knew something was off.

"Okay we'll stop annoying you, has Shauna visited? She's been gone for ages." Tai complained.

"No, she hasn't." Was all you managed to say, distinctly uneasy.

"Oh I'm sorry (y/n), she does care about you though, you know, she asked me if you were okay." Lottie looked towards you with a cautious expression, sitting next to you on your bed.

"She talked to you?" The frustration in your voice was too announced, you backed down as you watched Lottie give you an apologetic glance.

"Yeah she called me a couple days ago, it's weird she hasn't called you, I'm sure she will."

"No, yeah, obviously."

-

At school you were stuck on the bench, helping Coach Scott with setting up gear and having to spend practice listening to Misty asking you repeatedly about your wounds and your attack in general, you were amazed by how persistent she was, wishing you could give an answer to any of her questions. You eyed Shauna as she played, often coming up to her after practice in attempt to talk to her - resulting in her nonchalantly brushing you off as if nothing ever happened.

Questions surrounded you, 'did a wolf bite you?' 'how did it happen?' 'what happened?' And keeping up the constant facade of 'blacking out' became uncontainable, you had to tell someone, after all - you were alone in this. Shauna had left you and your friends were oblivious. You'd made your mind up, you would tell Lottie; you could trust her with anything, and she was most likely to believe you anyway.

So after class, you came up to her, hanging one hand off of your backpack strap and sheepishly looking up at her.

"Hey Lot."

"What's up?" She said, grinning and leaning against her locker after shutting it.

"Look, I need to tell you something, it's about Shauna." Doubt began creeping up on you, unsure if you should actually tell her, though you persisted through it.

Awaiting for a response, you noticed her eyebrows furrow as she looked at something behind you.

It was Shauna, she stood over your shoulder scarce in confidence, tilting her head for you to follow her into one of the bathroom stalls. You sighed, choosing to trail behind her in hope she would talk.

You glanced at Lottie in annoyance, she just shrugged back at you with a confused look that gave you no reassurance whatsoever.

-

Locking the bathroom stall, Shauna spoke her first genuine words to you after an entire month, her voice breaking quietly.

"(y/n)."

"What the fuck is wrong with you? You didn't even check up on me, you could've at least called!" Everything came out of you, all of your pent up anger and frustration, you almost shouted at her as she crossed her arms shyly.

"I'm sorry, I really I am, I called Lottie to check-"

"So? You could've called me." You said sternly, giving her no room to speak.

Shauna gave you a contrite look, lowering her head to the ground and sucking her lips in. "I know, I was just scared,"

"I won't tell anyone if that's what you're asking."

"No I trust you (y/n), it didn't even cross my mind. It's just.." Desperation took over her words, crawling over towards you too and filling your emotions.

"I was afraid you wouldn't like me anymore."

You retracted your anger, overcome by her sincerity, eyebrows chasing your forehead.

"I just wished you'd talk to me," It suddenly became quiet, your words turned into somewhat of a whine, eyes begging her to finally acknowledge you.

"I really missed you Shauna."

"I missed you more, (y/n)."

She leaned over you, placing her soft hands on your face, scanning you up and down.

"Come to the Halloween party, it'll be fun," She spoke, rubbing your cheek with the gentle touch she hasn't given you in what felt like forever. "I promise I'll explain everything to you, just give me some time." She followed, you smiled at her uneasily, as you nodded before she made her way back to class.

You were glad that she had talked to you, that she actually faced you instead of looking the other way, though it happened too suddenly, as if she had something else to hide; it unsettled you. Despite that you had decided to go to the party, it gave you a chance to go out for the first time this month, a break from everything. And besides, there would be tons of people there, including your friends.

-

"So what happened? Did she apologise for ignoring her best friend after a violent animal attack?" Lottie sneered with sarcasm trailing her voice, red solo cup tight in her hand. It was the night of the Halloween party and Shauna was nowhere to be seen, not to your surprise.

"Sort of, we're okay now though, I think." You spoke unsurely before holding a cigarette up to your lips. The air blew your hair uncomfortably, heavy with the cold autumn.

"You think?" Lottie asked, fixing your hair back into place while giving you a sip of her drink.

"She's acting strange lately, I'm not mad at her though, she was busy." You said lightly, shrugging your shoulders at your own words.

"Whatever you say, (y/n)," She followed your demeanour, not wanting to add to your stress.

"What were you going to tell me, by the way?" All of a sudden you remembered, the time you left Lottie hanging right before you had decided to tell her that Shauna is a literal vampire. "Nothing, I don't even remember myself" you laughed, taking another hit from the cigarette.

A moment passed, you noticed Jackie talking to Shauna, and excused yourself from Lottie.

"Shauna, what the hell?" You walked up to her with everlasting annoyance, "Heyyy (y/n), you showed up!" Jackie fell onto you, alcohol exuding out of her slurred speech. "How are you holding up?" She followed, Shauna peered at you with a hangdog look. "I'm okay, thanks Jackie." She simply nodded at you, beaming with a drunk smile before trailing off with Jeff.

"What's wrong?" Shauna asked with a newfound unsolicited audacity, as if she had no clue as to what was going on.

"You invited me to this party and yet you've been gone all night," You cried, "I shouldn't even be here, doctors orders."

"Shit I'm really sorry (y/n), I was going to-"

"Either you talk to me or were done." Tears harboured in your eyes, something inside of you yearned for her violence to win again, her teeth to sink into you, just so you could spend more than a minute with her.

"Okay, I know," Her eyes panned your surroundings, looking for a desolate spot so that she could talk to you without bearing the stares of others, "Come with me."

You followed her into the woods, wandering away from the party, the bonfire barely illuminating your face.

"Look, I told you, I'm-"

"A vampire, I know, but how? How does that even happen, it doesn't make any sense."

You used your spare time at the hospital to linger around the word, what it even meant, and what it meant for Shauna. You hadn't come across anything like it before. Your only choice was to believe it, there was no other explanation for it, though you still needed more from her.

"I don't know either, (y/n). Trust me if I knew I'd tell you, I'm just as confused as you are."

The pale look on her face gave you a distaste in your mouth, all of a sudden the curiosity left your body, and the urge to comfort her was never stronger.

"I cant control it, (y/n), god I wish I could but I just had to keep you safe."

The guilt she had felt was coming over you instead, as you realised how harsh you had been, it really wasn't her choice after all. The bigger picture formed in your mind, how she senselessly attacked you out of her pure nature and how she avoided you due to your injuries solely for your own benefit.

"Shauna,"

A heartache filled you, an unpunishable need to give in. The tension within the air was indescribable and you were a subject to its pressure, glancing up at Shauna with dark eyes.

Your hands wrapped around her slowly; grabbing onto the back of her neck. She was cold blooded, you were warm blooded, you processed her words rapidly and all she wanted was for you to understand.

It was unfair, how she could guilt you into feeling sorry for her all of a sudden, and you were filled with insoluble rage that you sought to take out on her, though inevitably something got in the way, a feeling you've felt before.

"I cant do this, (y/n)." She whispered down to you, as you were only inches away from her.

She hated not being in control, it filled here with unconditional fear that she would hurt you or others - you sensed it.

"I know,"

"It's not right."

"I know."

Amidst the dark, her face was so close to yours that you could smell her sandalwood fragrance, as much as you yearned to gaze at her revealing face, you broke the space between you two. she gave into your touch - her urge was stronger than her resistance and you knew it, and all of a sudden you were grazed by her serrated teeth, they moved their way down to your jaw, and then your neck.

You felt them sink into you, softly yet violently, a hint of bitter alcohol in her breath.

You pushed her off, quivering your lips in admission of guilt.

"Fuck, I'm sorry." Shauna apologised, rubbing her eyes in disappointment towards herself.

"Hey, it's okay it's not your fault," You wiped your neck to rid the slight bite. "We'll figure it out, I promise." You offered a shy smile.

She grinned at you, lowering her head to the ground. You knew how she felt, it saddened you to think that she'd ever have doubt in you.

-

You had told some of your friends about you and Shauna, not the full thing, of course, though it felt like a relief to be able to be open about this part of your life.

Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, you'd have to tell an occasional lie about the wounds you would have but you didn't mind it, everything finally felt right.

[mayasaurusss]

I'm still watching Yellowjackets and I'm at episode ten of season one, while I watch it these days, I would like to write something, so

The two Witcher Natalie one shots would differ on the reader role in the story, one with a human reader and the other with reader as a creature-monster

[shipmansflannels]

the alchemy | shauna shipman x reader

what if I told you I'm back? see what I did there? :) anyway, I'm back. this week I'll probably update for more days in a row (tonight, maybe tomorrow and sunday too), because tomorrow is a holiday here in brazil and, as I have more time to post than on regular days, I decided to reward you. better prepare, because this is my first oneshot with shauna and I really hope you like it (I put my best effort into it because shauna is my favorite character, so that's it, I hope it turned out good.) obviously the whole thing is a reference to "the alchemy" by taylor swift, so I also hope you managed to convey what I meant by interpreting the song. enjoy!

sorry for any grammatical or coherence errors, english is not my first language and I'm trying to improve!

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the alchemy | shauna shipman x reader

-> prompt: you and the midfielder are secretly dating. <-

warnings: non cannon, no crash, most fem!reader but it works for gender neutral readers too, some swear words, jock!shauna, sub!reader, soft dom!shauna, jealous!shauna, very subtle smut (because I still don't know how to write one), secret relationship, platonic!jackie x reader.

***

Honestly, you could get used to it.

It wasn't like it was the worst thing in the world to not be able to admit that you and Shauna were properly together to your friends, even your closest ones. In fact, it was even exciting for you to be in a secret relationship. As an extremely private and intense person, you would hate someone noticing while you and your girlfriend were kissing in any corner and feeling entitled to have an opinion about it.

Honestly, it was much better this way. Just the two of you. And your parents. The only ones who knew you were getting to know each other better.

The whole thing started that same year, after the boring science fair proposed by the most boring teacher in the world, in which you had to stand in front of your booth with a failed attempt at a volcano that worked with detergent and bicarbonate. Shauna was at the booth next to you, also with an attempt at a ladybug that worked using a cell phone battery to get around, and she was kind enough to praise your botched project, unlike the other colleagues.

But you didn't really talk until days later. You started to notice her more, of course, more than before - because the idea that the Yellowjackets were extremely popular because of their victories over the other teams at school wasn't enough - but you didn't catch her attention until the day you were walking across the field to deliver a piece of homework to Coach Martinez and one of her kicks accidentally hit you in the face.

When you woke up, in the infirmary with a broken nose and horrible-tasting medicine, Shauna Shipman was next to you, in the worn yellow armchair next to the infirmary bed, and began pouring every apology possible in your direction, while your head was spinning and you were still groggy, looking like you were asleep.

It was the worst night's sleep you had in your life. And honestly, after that, nights of sleep were rare for you, so it didn't matter.

The thing is, Shauna was unintentionally becoming popular, and she couldn't blow the opportunity by publicly dating someone who wasn't even overly well-known - even though the kick and the broken nose had made you pretty famous in the hallways for a few weeks -. Not only because of that, but also because of the gossip and intrusions, which always happened, and which was a little more serious than the growing popularity of your girlfriend.

***

"Excuse me, can I steal Shauna for a few minutes?"

The girls on the team were sitting in the stands, after an electrifying game that brought them closer and closer to entering nationals, and Shauna hadn't come to celebrate with you as usual. Usually, whenever the Yellowjackets won, she would come running into your arms in the stands, and then you would be making out in the locker room, hiding in the small bathroom stalls, trying to escape the concentration of girls in the place.

But this time, probably to keep up appearances and for the sake of euphoria, Shauna hadn't run to you, even though she knew you were there watching her and cheering for every pass. It wasn't taken personally, of course not, because you knew that Shauna and all the students were having chaotic exam weeks and their heads were full of more important things than relationships.

She smiled as soon as she saw you put an arm around her, and, faced with the incredibly provocative looks of the other girls, with expressions of someone who already knows everything, Shauna stood up, following you, her foot limping a little from the wear and tear of running so much around the field for ninety minutes.

You checked out less-observed places and found the closest tree, and then she pressed you against the trunk and, with her hands on your face, kissed you passionately, like she always did. The butterflies in your stomach were having a party, coming and going every time her cold lips touched yours.

"You were great, baby-"

You tried to speak, but she interrupted you by pressing the kiss further.

"Shut up, let me enjoy you for a little while, then you can talk to me all night, okay?", she whispered, kissing you again, before breaking the kiss after a few seconds, to breathe. You were trying to balance yourself and placed your hands on her shoulders, taking a deep breath. "I'm sorry I didn't come to you when the game ended, beautiful, my head was… a mess."

"It's okay, love. I'm proud of you for winning."

"The merit is not just mine, but I can live with it." She laughed, hugging you around your waist and resting her head on your shoulder. "So? What do you want for today? Movie night? Bar? Pizza?"

"It's your turn to choose…"

"Ah, right… I guess I have some great plans for us, then."

Her look was suggestive, and you pulled her a little closer just for the grace of kissing her again, amidst your smiles and laughter. This time, however, the kiss didn't last long. They were interrupted by Lottie calling for Shauna.

"See you on the way out, baby…", she murmured, before giving you one last peck and leaving, sweating, panting, leaving you with only the taste of mint, sweat and a silly smile, as you slid your body through the trunk, melted.

Honestly, just the two of you knowing what was going on there was the best thing you could have asked for. Because you were a good match, after all.

***

The topic of "Jeff's party" never became more talked about than weeks after the Yellowjackets won yet another title. You weren't that good friends with Jackie's boyfriend, and if you had to choose, you'd rather stay at home drinking and watching movies with Shauna, but there wasn't much choice. The Yellowjackets were a reserved seat in the venue, and there was no way to deny the invitation after so long.

Also because Shauna and Jackie were best friends, and you couldn't let your girlfriend make the mistake of hurting her best friend over a secret she could "never" tell her about. It wouldn't be that bad, despite the idea of ​​staying away from Shauna so as not to flag you up. It was an easy problem to solve.

The huge balcony of the Sadecki house. The luxurious bathrooms. The bathtub was big enough and the walls were even bigger to muffle the sounds of your laughter and kisses and moans. There would be no problem.

Except it was tempting to formulate an escape plan that actually worked.

And, of course, you couldn't escape the blandishments of Jackie Taylor, who, as Shauna's best friend, demanded to know why the two of you were always together, and why you were reluctant to come - and bringing the brunette along with this idea - and why you didn't know how to dance like her.

Well, you had never been close enough to Jackie to talk about interesting things with her, but now, at the full party and with the bunch of teenagers shouting over the loud music, it was easy to start a conversation. And it's not like she doesn't also have high marks in charisma to bring up the best topics and take you along with her.

But if you could stop to notice the looks on all the teenagers' faces dancing and drinking to Britney Spears, you'd be able to find Shauna's brown eyes fumming as she watched Jackie put her hand on your shoulders and make you sway to her rhythm.

It was as if you were harmless fucking prey living your ordinary life, and she was the hungry, desperate predator imagining imminent scenarios of how to hunt you down and take out all your flesh in one fell swoop.

Her eyes were covered by the red plastic cup that contained the liquid she needed to numb herself so she wouldn't see the rest of that humiliating scene and end up ruining Jeff's party, but things didn't get much better for you and Jackie because, at the very least, as you waited, the room started chanting "Hips Don't Lie", and you had to deal with the most intimidating scene of your entire life.

Jackie started holding onto you in the pre-chorus and, probably without meaning to, began to sway more deeply to the beat of the song, her arms around you, her lips firm on your ear near your neck, her cool breath making you shiver.

Shauna rolled her eyes, biting herself with jealousy and trying to control the urge to take Jackie away from you. Of course, half of all things were caused by drinking, but still, she was sure that you should pay for what it was doing to her.

Without thinking twice, Shauna simply stepped into the middle of the dance floor and wrapped her arms around you, taking Jackie out of the picture by taking you a little further away from her.

"What the fuck, Shauna?"

First name. Calling by nickname even with the sound turned up at the highest volume at a party full of people would not be helpful.

She glanced at you and took another sip, her brown eyes deep into you for a while.

"Shauna, what did I do wrong? We were just dancing!", you defended yourself, when you didn't get a response, and that didn't help either. The silence hovered and continued until it became torturous enough for you to want to leave, taking her by force, in a state that was a bit too worrying for both of you.

***

"I told you we could have stayed home, but you insisted on coming."

"And that doesn't mean I need to drag you everywhere I go, (Y\N)."

"We're going to fight, then, is that it?"

Taking your eyes off the road, crossing the street of her house - which you already knew by heart -, you faced Shauna, who snorted, crossed her arms and stared at the landscape in the passenger seat window, without responding. After seconds of silence and Johnny Cash's low voice filling the room, she whispered, whimpering.

"I'm sorry, baby, I don't know what came over me, it's just…", Shauna sighed, and whimpered again. "Damn, she was practically having sex with you in front of everyone, and I couldn't let my best friend take advantage of the person I'm dating like that!"

You sighed too, realizing that, despite her drunken state, Shauna still had a modicum of sanity to admit that every now and then she went overboard with excessive jealousy. Now, still, you could forgive her, and you did, sliding your free hand up her thigh, your eyes quickly turning to her face.

"I'm sorry, too, I should have watched myself more."

"Okay, anyway", the brunette whispered, clicking her tongue on the roof of her mouth. "Stop the car."

"What?"

"Do what I'm asking, (Y\N), stop the fucking car."

Her tone. You closed your eyes and felt your legs tremble as you swallowed down all your fear and tension.

Obligingly, you stopped the car on an empty road and, while the other cars and pedestrians did their best to ignore you, Shauna ripped off her seat belt and climbed into your seat, sitting between your legs with a mischievous smile. Her hands snaked around your neck and she pushed herself closer as she felt your hands trail down to her hips.

"Hm, I like that. Now… I'm going to show you how to bounce for someone for real."

Your eyes widened, surprised by Shauna's malicious response, but you didn't reprimand her, much less retort. And when she began to truly bounce on you, even in the awkward seat of the car, her breathing became labored the moment the first movement began. Your nails pressed into her thigh, and Shauna moaned in satisfaction, very softly, leaning down to kiss your neck and nibble a little, because she knew you loved it.

In fact, post-fight sex was a recurring thing between you.

Your nails went down a little, squeezing her ass as she kissed you, and then you repeated the same action, hearing even more of your girlfriend's satisfying moans. Thinking about how good it was to fuck her like this, without anyone knowing, without anyone noticing. It was the best feeling ever. You wouldn't trade it for anything.

And you knew that, deep down, neither did she.

Shauna soon left her fancy clothes thrown in the backseat, and you did the same. Shortly after, you jumped into the backseat and started doing what you regularly did, without shame, without fear. Your hands slid down to take off her bra, and she did the same thing to you with the intention of leaving you completely naked in front of her.

With kisses, nibbles, touches and silly hands, you enjoyed that night like no other, before leaving again and returning to your homes as if nothing had happened.

***

"Are you waiting for someone, baby?"

Shauna whispered, startling you, as you sat waiting for her in the locker room after another of the electrifying games in which the Yellowjackets had come out on top once again. It wasn't even new anymore now.

Her laugh felt good in your ear, but you didn't have time to appreciate what she could give you in return, because you were soon pushed into the bathroom stall again, and Shauna resumed the trail of kisses she was trying yesterday along your face and body, trying to remain as silent as possible so as not to alarm any of the girls.

You responded, but it was impossible to hold back, especially when she lowered her kisses to your neck and made you want to scream by holding back your moan. Shauna was loving it, on the other hand, and just kept pushing more and more, for the grace of being able to play with you and your sanity without fear of what would come.

Or at least, who would come…

"Shauna, would you have a tampon- WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!"

Jackie shouted, making you pull away from your girlfriend instantly, eyes rolling back and a sigh of almost relief escaping your lips. Shauna laughed mockingly and scratched her forehead, shaking her head.

"Can one of you explain this to me?", Jackie demanded and, instinctively, you noticed that the other girls were also with their little heads stretched towards the bathroom stall, trying to see something.

Shauna rushed in, pushing you out of the way and going to her best friend, her brown eyes downcast, dilated, the expression of someone who had just been defeated. "I've been fucking (Y\N) for a while now. That's basically it, if you haven't figured it out yet."

"Shauna!", you scolded her, even though you didn't know what to say to fix that mistake. Even more defeated, you nodded, pursing your lips. "Yeah, it is what it is, there's nothing more to say."

"You two better have a good explanation for all this, or I'm going to turn your heads into mobiles for my house one by one, I swear to God."

Jackie shouted, and, realizing that there was no longer any way to hide it from anyone - not even from yourselves -, you nodded, leaving the bathroom and going after the girl captain, trying to correct that mistake.

Well, now it was done. You had been discovered. And honestly, maybe being caught in the act just made this whole secret relationship thing even better.

You didn't even care much, to be honest. If you could still kiss and make out with Shauna as much as you wanted — even with her teammates whispering all over the place —that would be enough.

[skyesdaisys]

character's i write for

welcome to my list of characters where i have many of them from many fandoms that i write for

requests: temporarily closed

bolded names are ones i really wanna write for

yellowjackets (shauna shipman, jackie taylor, lottie matthews, taissa turner, van palmer, nat scatorccio, laura lee, callie sadecki)

dc titans (dick grayson, jason todd, kory anders, gar logan, donna troy, dawn granger, hank hall)

fear street (deena johnson, sam fraser, ziggy berman, cindy berman, kate schmidt, alice hart, simon kalivoda, tommy slater, young!nick goode)

teen wolf (scott mccall, stiles stilinski, isaac lahey, malia tate, kira yukimura, lydia martin, liam dunbar)

american horror story (violet harmon, kit walker, lana winters, zoe benson, madison montgomery, kyle spencer, misty day, cordelia goode, jimmy darling, tristan duffy, ally mayfair-richards, kai anderson, winter anderson, mallory, brooke thompson, montana duke)

the summer I turned pretty (jeremiah fisher, belly conklin, taylor jewel, shayla wang, conrad fisher)

miscellaneous: maeve rojas (one of us is lying), leighton murray (the sex lives of college girls), miguel diaz (cobra kai), brooke davis (one tree hill), maeve wiley & ruby matthews (sex education), kate bishop (hawkeye), roronoa zoro (one piece live action), daisy johnson (agents of shield), zach dempsey (13 reasons why), nate archibald (gossip girl)

another thing i'd like to add, i wouldn't mind writing poly ships x reader like dickkory, jackieshauna, stalia, sameena, lottienat, jaygar, etc. (or a poly ship with crossover characters like dick grayson & kate bishop for example)

i will write for fluff, angst, and maybe smut (there's only so much i am comfortable with though) if you ask nicely. and i only write for fem & gn readers

and as a reminder, you guys can request for the following fandoms for oneshots, headcanons, or just sending your fluffy or horny thoughts in my inbox (i don't judge)

[denwritesandcries]

requests are OPEN

— RULES & GENERAL:

– My inbox is always open for asks or thoughts, but I have a job and am busy most days, so I'm not always able to answer or post right away. That doesn't mean I didn't see it or don't appreciate it, I'm just a really slow writer.

– I write for fem character x fem reader only, either romantic or platonic.

– Taking requests for oneshots, headcanons and blurbs. Specify your request as much as you want! Little scenes you would want, scenarios, songs, au’s, thoughts, etc.

– I will write smut, but it depends on what it is and if I’m comfortable with it. My account is not focused on nsfw content and minors/ageless blogs DO NOT interact with those posts.

– English is not my first language, so if you notice any misspelled words, phrases that don't sound right or that are maybe confusing don't need to be shy to correct me!

— CURRENTLY WRITING FOR:

YELLOWJACKETS: Lottie Matthews; Van Palmer; Misty Quigley; Shauna Shipman; Jackie Taylor; Nat Scatorccio.

BOTTOMS: Hazel Callahan; PJ.

SCREAM: Tara Carpenter; Sam Carpenter.

[danisbrainrot]

hi, welcome to my blog!! it's just a collection of short stories about women x reader because I'm a big fat lesbian 🤭

I mostly write domestic fluff, sometimes a bit of angst, and just sweet little blurbs. I'm probably not going to start a series because I find tumblr hard to navigate when it comes to that kind of stuff, plus it's too time consuming. I don't have time for a series, but I'll write any blurb that comes to my head or is requested.

masterlist can be found here!!

open: hc, blurbs, oneshots

closed: nothing <3

taking requests!!

I will write:

- angst

-fluff

- headcanons

- smut (not everyone).

predominantly writing for yellowjackets!! (pre-crash, post-crash or adults).

- jackie taylor

- lottie matthews

- shauna shipman

- natalie scatorccio

- misty quigley

- taissa turner

- van palmer

ships I'll write for:

- jackieshauna (my loves)

- taivan

- lottienat

- mistynat (because no one gets them like I do)

still writing for hunger games, don't worry! just shortening the list :/

- lucy gray baird

- katniss everdeen

writing for bridgerton again!! I've come full circle, oml.

- eloise bridgerton

- francesca bridgerton

- daphne bridgerton

- penelope featherington

- (young) agatha danbury

- (young) queen charlotte

ships I'll write for

- cressida x eloise

- eloise x penelope

i don't write about/for men because honestly i prefer to write about wlw relationships. I can occasionally write nsfw content (only really for shauna and lottie, the lomls) but smut lowkey makes me uncomfortable to write (sorry). but if you want a little fluffy piece about one of my fave girls i'll be more than happy to!!

most of my readers are imagined as women, but I never really use pronouns so you can imagine the reader as whatever you like!! also, I don't really write readers with body types in mind; I try to keep my writing really vague so it doesn't take away from the experience.

if there's someone else you'd like me to write for, please ask!! I might have forgotten them and would love to!!

[ultrone]

seven minutes in heaven !

you join a 'spin the bottle' game at a party and get paired up with shauna ҂ smut & fluff; enemies to lovers, making out, dry humping, cum-filled strap-on use, choking. . .﹙5.1k wc﹚

the dim glow of fairy lights strung across lottie’s backyard cast a warm, golden hue over the party. the yellowjackets had won an important game the day before, and as usual, lottie’s parents were out of town, so there was no hesitation about throwing a party to celebrate the win.

you leaned against the wooden fence, holding a red plastic cup filled with something that tasted like a fruit punch spiked with some sort of liquor. you weren't exactly sure what was in it, but you were certain that more than half of the cup was pure alcohol.

your peace was interrupted by an all-too-familiar optimistic voice. "y/n! i've been looking for you," jackie said, grabbing you by the arm and dragging you away from your cozy corner.

"what are you doing?" you asked the blonde girl as she pulled you inside the house.

"we're playing a game," she said with excitement.

"don’t tell me it’s spin the bottle," you groaned as you saw people gathering around.

“come on, y/n, don't make that face,” jackie said, “maybe tonight's your lucky night,” she added with a wink, making you chuckle.

"alright, everyone! time to play!" she declared, ushering everyone into the living room. of course, she wasn’t going to play, being in a relationship with jeff. however, her nosy ass always wanted to be in charge of spinning the bottle—and potentially ruining people’s nights, you thought.

in no time, a group of people started sitting in a circle right in front of you. you noticed a bunch of yellow and blue bomber jacket owners gathering around. it was sort of a tradition that after every winning game, if there was a party, the yellowjackets would wear their bomber jackets all night to stand out. the owners of the bomber jackets in the circle were lottie, shauna, melisa, and surprisingly, laura lee. there were other people from school as well, including randy. hesitantly, you sat down between melisa and some random guy.

jackie took the bottle, giving it a vigorous spin. as the bottle spun and slowed down, its neck pointed straight at randy. then, after another spin, it landed on avery, one of the cutest seniors. a big smile lit up randy’s face, and you could practically feel his eagerness from a mile away. however, avery, with tousled hair and captivating, smoky eyes, shot randy a look of disgust. you could tell she wasn't too thrilled. unaware of the girl's reaction, randy stood up, all pumped and ready to head to the closet. you couldn't help but stifle a chuckle, and you noticed shauna letting out a relieved sigh.

"enjoy yourself," lottie teased, giving avery's shoulder a pat, to which she responded by rolling her eyes.

as they made their way to the downstairs closet, jackie spoke to the rest of the group. "okay, guys, brainstorm! what if we send two pairs at a time? it'll make things go quicker," she suggested, and everyone seemed to be on board.

“great!” she exclaimed before giving the bottle another spin. this time, though, it landed on you. jackie couldn't hide her excitement; she suppressed her smile and playfully wiggled her eyebrows up and down. “i wonder who the lucky winner will be,” she said before giving it another spin.

the bottle spun again, and you felt your heart sink as it stopped at shauna. you saw her face turn pale, and then red with annoyance. she glared at you as if you had somehow rigged the game.

jackie clapped her hands and squealed. “oh my god, this is perfect! the two most unlikely people to ever hook up.”

"this is gonna be interesting," lottie remarked with a smirk.

jackie seized both of your arms and whisked you towards the stairs. “come on, you two, don’t be shy! it’s just a game, have some fun!” she urged, but your attention was fixated on the irksome sound of laughter and cheering from the others.

you tried to resist, but jackie was too strong and excited. she pushed you and shauna into the upstairs closet and slammed the door behind you. you heard her shout, “seven minutes, starting now!” before her footsteps faded away.

you and shauna stood in the dark, facing each other. you could barely see her outline, but you could feel her hostility. you heard her snort and say, “this is ridiculous. i’m not going to waste my time with you.” she added, “just stay away from me and don’t touch me.”

you retorted, “fine by me. i don’t want anything to do with you either. you’re the last person i would ever kiss.”

she scoffed dismissively. "that's good then. it would be a waste anyway." her words carrying more weight than you anticipated.

shauna leaned against the wall, arms crossed. following suit, you leaned on the opposite side, feeling the bitter tension lingering in the air. you stood in silence for a moment, listening to the faint sounds of partying from below. you both felt uncomfortable, but neither was willing to break the silence.

then, she sighed. “you’re very annoying,” she muttered under her breath.

"you're not exactly a breeze yourself," you shot back. "not to mention stubborn as hell and fucking rude," you added, unable to restrain yourself.

her lips curled into an exasperated smile. "at least i don't act like i'm too good for everybody. you're the most stuck-up person i've ever met."

“well, at least i don't live under my best friend’s shadow. when we go downstairs, we should ask jackie for your daily dose of croquettes, you fucking lapdog.”

her eyes narrowed and she glared at you for a moment. “what was that?” she asked with a slight growl in her voice.

you stood your ground. “i said that you're a lapdog, bitch,” you enunciated each word with a sharp edge, your frustration boiling over.

shauna's eyes flashed with anger as she lunged forward, grabbing your shirt and forcefully pushing you against the drawer behind you. her hand moved up to your throat, putting just enough pressure to make it hard to breathe. attempting to pull away, you realized she was stronger than you anticipated. her face hovered inches from yours, her gaze intense, as if daring you to make a move.

before you knew it, you were gripping her wrist and pulling her tight against you. she tried to resist but you didn't let up. the closeness of her body, the heat of her breath, was making you light-headed. the smell of her perfume was intoxicating. your breath was short and hard as you stared into her eyes, and you couldn't help but wonder what would happen if you kissed her.

“don't look at me like that,” she breathed, her voice low and hoarse. you noticed that she was blushing ever so slightly.

"like what?" you whispered back, your breath tickling her skin, making her feel hot and flustered.

"like you want me," she mumbled quietly, a hint of uncertainty in her voice, her breath teasing your skin.

“who said i did?” you replied nonchalantly, trying to resist the urge to lean in and press your lips against her.

she leaned in slightly closer, her lips just a few centimetres from yours and whispered, “i know you want to.” a few seconds passed in uneasy silence as the tension built between the two of you, the heat from her hand on your neck making you weak.

"fuck it," you muttered under your breath, finally giving in and pressing your lips against hers.

her eyes fluttered shut as you made contact, responding to your kiss as if her life depended on it. she slid her hands to the sides of your face, her fingers threading through your hair and holding you against her. the kiss was bruising and intense as your hearts pounded against each other. your hands found their way to the small of her back, drawing her nearer as you lightly nibbled on her lower lip. it felt like an eternity before you pulled away, both of your breaths laboured, foreheads resting against each other.

“i fucking hate you,” you whispered, peering into her eyes, her grip on your face still firm.

“i hate you more,” she murmured back, almost petulantly, before pulling you into another passionate kiss.

as your lips melded together, she smoothly moved her hands down to your waist, skillfully guiding you to perch on top of the drawer. almost instinctively, you parted your legs, coaxing her to stand right between them. her hands travelled up to your upper thighs, gripping them firmly as her lips trailed a path along your neck, planting open-mouthed kisses all the way to the sensitive skin beneath your ear.

every fibre of your being screamed to touch her, to feel her everywhere. in a desperate attempt to do so, your fingers instinctively traced the outline of her jeans' waistband, gripping it and pulling her closer while wrapping your legs around her. a soft moan escaped your lips as you felt a bulge pressing against your center.

sensing your arousal, she seized one of your wrists, guiding it to her bulge, placing your hand directly over it and giving a good squeeze. "you like that?" she husked, a smirk playing at her lips. you could only respond with a breathless sigh.

encouraged by your reaction, she returned her hands to your upper thighs, holding them even more firmly as she pulled you against her bulge with deliberate, slow motions against your clothed center.

“mmh-” you moaned as you slid your hands under her shirt, fingers digging into her toned abdomen, leaving marks as you held on tight.

her lips captured yours once again, in a slower but equally intense kiss as before. the rhythm of her hips matched the pace of the kiss, her movements deliberate yet forceful against you. as your left fingertips continued to graze her abdomen, your right hand began to tease her chest, slipping beneath her bra. a soft groan escaped her lips at the contact, sending vibrations against your mouth.

growing a little desperate, she paused for a moment, eliciting a groan from you. sliding her hands to your waistline, she started unbuttoning and unzipping your jeans. equally eager, you assisted her by shedding your jeans and letting them cascade to the floor. at the same time, she undid her own jeans, allowing them to pool around her ankles, revealing her standing in nothing but dark red boxers, a strap peeking out.

drawing closer again, she didn't immediately resume her previous movements. instead, she lowered her face and gently rested her left temple against your cheek, her gaze fixated on the silhouette of your lower body.

her hands found a resting place on your thighs, softly caressing the spots where she had left gripping red marks just moments ago. each warm breath against the side of your neck intensified the pulsating sensation at your center. slowly, her hands traveled upward, reaching the hem of your panties, fingers slipping beneath. her index finger played with the fabric, pulling and letting it slap against your skin. the sound echoed slightly denser than cotton, catching her attention. as her fingers lingered against your pelvis, she slowly traced her thumb across the warmth and moisture of your clothed center.

“fuck, you’re so wet…” she whispered against your skin, her eyebrows furrowing, almost whimpering at the thought of being responsible of turning you on like this.

unconsciously, your hips began to move, your center yearning for more than just a lingering touch, but she held back. in your desperation, you pressed her against you with your legs, a sudden move that prompted her to place her hand on the wall for balance. she chuckled at your desperation, and you moaned at the contact of her hard length flush against your wetness.

"okay, okay," she said with a smirk, yielding to your silent pleas as she planted a small kiss on your cheek.

her fingers deftly slid to the hem of your panties, pulling them down and letting them join your discarded jeans. following suit, she lowered her boxers, allowing them to fall gracefully to her ankles.

her body drew closer to yours once more, but this time, one of her hands held her cock, while the other rested on your hip, unconsciously caressing your skin with her thumb. you felt yourself melting into another kiss, her mouth was warm, but her tongue was even hotter, exploring every inch of your mouth.

your breath hitched as you felt the tip of her strap tracing circles around your clit, and a loud groan escaped you as she rubbed her length against your wet folds, maintaining its stiffness with her grip.

“just put it in already,” you pleaded, the sensations in your core becoming too overwhelming to bear.

shauna's lips curled into a sly smile as she met your gaze. "good things come to those who wait," she quipped as her mouth found its way back to yours once again.

“whatever, shakespeare,” you breathed out as she continued to tease you, her length slipping against you due to your wetness.

“that was actually violet fane, a british au—”

“yeah, yeah, shut the fuck up,” you groaned, annoyed at the teasing. you couldn't take it anymore, you slapped her hand away, taking her girth in your hand, surprising her and causing her to lose her balance once more. pulling her closer by it, you aligned her tip with your entrance. she smirked, finding your sudden dominance hot, and she didn't stop you as you used your legs to push her against you, feeling her cock slowly entering and stretching your walls.

your head fell back as she bottomed out inside you, her strap-on so large that you could feel it pressing against your cervix. you slid your hands to her shoulders, gripping her tightly, and she hugged you by the waist, so close that you could feel each other's heartbeats. shauna's fingers wrapped around your hair, gently tugging your face to the side and exposing your soft neck to her mouth. she traced her lips down your neck, her tongue exploring your skin with each kiss. her breaths brushed along your skin as she nibbled at your earlobe and planted teasing little bites along your jawline. with her other hand firmly on your hip, she slowly shifted her hips back and then bottomed out again, falling into a steady rhythm. a soft groan escaped her lips as she felt the strap's rigid back massaging her throbbing clit.

your eyebrows furrowed, and soft moans escaped your lips, lost in the intoxication of her kisses and the steady friction of her length against your tight walls. your hands tightened their grip around her toned shoulders.

shauna lifted her face from your slightly swollen and moist neck, peering into your half-lidded eyes. “you okay?” she asked with tenderness, her voice low and raspy, her fingers gently caressing the side of your head.

"look at you, who would've thought that all you needed to become a softie was to get laid,” you teased, meeting her gaze and sliding your hands from her shoulders to around her neck, biting down a smile.

she breathed out a chuckle, rolling her eyes. “i’m not a softie, i was just being nice,” she grunted while slowing down her movements.

“i know, i’m just fucking with you,” you said, “i’m okay,” you added, giving her a soft smile to let her know you appreciated her concern.

just as she was resuming her rhythm, you both were interrupted by a glimpse of movement through the slight slit of the closet door. someone was walking past. a moment of frozen silence passed as you both tried to remain still. the person's footsteps faded as they continued down the stairs. you breathed out softly and relaxed, exchanging a glance with shauna.

“shit, that was close,” she whispered, exhaling sharply and slowly letting go of your hair, her other hand still resting gently on your hip.

"yeah, too close," you murmured quietly. “let's just stay silent,” you suggested.

“good luck with that,” she replied cheekily before giving you a quick kiss on the lips. she moved both hands down to the middle of your thighs, opening your legs wide and holding them in that position with her palms.

with her thick cock still inside you, but unmoving, she teasingly slid one of her hands towards your center and started to slowly toy with and pinch your swollen clit with her thumb.

“oh, fu—” you began, but she quickly hushed you with her lips, giving you a deep, bruising tongue kiss.

her calloused thumb continued drawing incessant circles around your throbbing nub. by the time your legs started twitching, indicating your urge to close them together, she swiftly returned her hand to its original position on your thigh, keeping them wide open, and began thrusting into you with harsh movements.

despite the tightness of your walls, her cock slid smoothly in and out, coated with your abundant wetness. her hot center pulsed with each firm thrust, pressing against her clitoris. she penetrated you so deeply that you could almost see your belly skin pushing from the outside. each time her tip pushed onto your sensitive spot, your eyes rolled back, and both your moans were muffled by her tongue, which melted against yours.

your arms were wrapped so tightly around her neck that you were almost choking her, your lungs desperate for air but unwilling to let go of her. she momentarily let go of your legs, lifting the white shirt under her flannel and tucking half of it behind her head to keep it out of the way. resuming her rapid thrusts, you could now feel the toned skin of her lower abdomen slapping against your clitoris with each motion.

“enjoying yourself?” she asked breathlessly with a half-smile, her mouth finding its way back to yours once more.

you could only manage a muffled response, unable to form words. you placed your hands under her bra and began to play with her nipples, squeezing her breasts as you pinched them between your fingers.

“mmh– that feels good,” she husked out, prompting you to pinch her nipples even harder. her movements started to get sloppy, but it felt so good that she was trying her hardest not to cum yet. she removed her hands from your thighs, instead, holding you closer by resting one hand against the top of the drawer next to your thigh, and the other one pushing you closer by wrapping it around your lower back.

you tried to help her by matching her rhythm, moving your hips against hers. sliding your hands to her back, you held her by the shoulder blades for stability. once you had a good grip, you increased your pace against her.

nuzzling her face against the crook of your neck, she maintained her relentless pace. the room echoed with the sounds of her grunts and the slapping of skin as she pounded as hard as she could. it didn't take long before both of you reached climax. with one final, deep thrust, you felt her faux white cum filling you up, and you both rode out your orgasms together. she softly collapsed on top of you, her weight keeping you pressed against the drawer.

loosening your strong hold on her shoulders, you now held her gently as both of you caught your breath.

after a few moments of silence, she gently disengaged from the embrace and stood upright. "we should probably get back now…" she said, her voice still a little hoarse from all the grunting.

“right,” you replied softly. with that, you slowly got up, stretching out the discomfort in your hips and back. you both dressed in silence and once you were both finished, shauna opened the closet door, motioning for you to go out first.

“looks like chivalry isn’t dead,” you joked awkwardly, making her smile.

the both of you made your way downstairs, and she couldn’t help but notice the way you walked, slowly and a little clumsily, causing her to chuckle. upon reaching the bottom, a round of applause greeted you, courtesy of lottie, van, and nat, who were comfortably seated on the couches directly in front of you.

“and now,” van declared, her red cup serving as an improvised megaphone, “i present to everyone the official champions of seven minutes in heaven!” she glanced at lottie, who was busy checking her watch. “breaking the previous record of…” van paused dramatically.

“forty-five minutes and thirty-eight seconds,” lottie declared, raising her eyebrows in genuine surprise.

you rolled your eyes at them, trying to hold back the smile tugging at your lips. “like you didn’t sit in that circle just to get into laura lee’s celibate ass pants,” you retorted to lottie.

“fine,” lottie admitted with a grin, “but let’s not forget who willingly spent over half an hour in the closet with their mortal nemesis,” she defended herself.

van, still using her red cup as a makeshift megaphone, leaned forward with a mischievous grin. "so, shauna, was it everything you dreamed of, or should we recommend a more skilled partner next time?"

shauna narrowed her eyes slightly at van's playful snark. in the past, she would’ve likely scoffed and rolled her eyes in response, but now, there was a hint of amusement lurking behind them.

"she was okay," she replied nonchanlantly, a smirk on her face as she shot a teasing glance at you. "she's not so bad when she keeps her mouth shut," she joked, making everyone laugh in surprise.

“okay,” you interjected, feeling a bit sheepish with a blush on your face, “i’m heading to the kitchen for some water,” you announced before striding away.

you heard van's voice crackle on with her red cup, "we want all the details later!" she shouted, causing the whole group to burst into laughter, making you grin with embarrassment.

as you made your way towards the kitchen, the party noise faded into the background. you grabbed a glass of water, and while you took a much-needed sip, you heard footsteps approaching.

shauna joined you by the sink, grabbing a glass of water and taking a sip before turning to look at you. her eyes met yours and lingered for a moment before she spoke.

"so," she began as she leaned against the counter, “jeff’s taking jackie home tonight. do you need a lift home?” she asked, her big eyes staring at you attentively.

“oh, don’t worry about it,” you stammered nervously, “i can just tag along with lottie or tai.”

“i don’t mind, really,” she insisted, her dark eyes lingering on your lips before meeting your gaze again. you felt your heart pounding in your chest. the way she was looking at you was making it hard to think straight, and your body was getting all warm and tingly.

“well–“ you began, but before you knew it, she approached you and gently took hold of your chin. drawing you closer, her lips met yours. they were tender yet firm, and your breath was steady as you whispered, “i wouldn’t mind either.”

you allowed her to lead the kiss, her tongue making deliberate moves between your lips. her hands cradled the back of your head, fingers entwining in your hair as she drew her body closer to yours.

a soft whimper escaped you, arms wrapping around her waist. the heat inside you intensified as your bodies pressed together. her tongue explored your mouth, breath growing heavy as she tugged at the hem of your shirt. shauna lifted her leg slightly, wrapping her thigh around yours to pull you even closer. urgency filled her movements, her pulse quickening, and her breath became shallow. suddenly, she pulled away, looking up. “maybe we should go,” she whispered, her breath catching momentarily as her heart thumped against her chest.

“yeah, we should,” you mumbled, still dazed by the intensity of the kiss. your brain was foggy, struggling to process what had just happened.

exiting the party, the two of you strolled towards the car. shauna opened the front seat’s door and motioned for you to get in. you took a quick glance at the other guests, but luckily, none of your friends seemed to be paying attention to you two. you climbed into the passenger seat, and shauna closed the door behind you.

it was quiet inside the car, only shauna’s soft music played. she glanced your way from time to time, a teasing glint in her big eyes. you couldn’t help but notice her gaze, and a smile crept across your face as your heart beat faster. each exchange seemed to thicken the air, causing your cheeks to burn.

approaching your destination, shauna slowed down. the road became dark outside the car, the streetlights casting a dim glow over the pavement, which turned into the driveway. she brought the car to a halt and turned to face you. you sat there, waiting for her to say something, but neither one of you spoke. her big dark eyes were fixed on yours, her expression soft and curious.

"um, so…" you mumbled, looking down for a moment before meeting her gaze again. “thanks for the ride,” you said.

"yeah, anytime," she replied softly, her eyes lingering on yours a moment longer before refocusing on the road ahead. taking a deep breath, she cleared her throat, adjusting her grip on the wheel as you reached for the door handle.

"wait," shauna intervened before you could open the door. gently grabbing your arm, she turned you towards her. warm eyes locked onto yours, and her breath seemed to catch as she sought the right words. you couldn't help but notice the soft, delicate features of her face and the way her eyes seemed to glimmer with affection. "i was wondering…" she began, her voice soft and unsure. the tension in the air heightened as her words hung there. "can i call you sometime?" her voice was barely a whisper, and her gaze seemed shy.

"i- yeah, of course," you replied softly, feeling your heart skip a beat as you gave her a soft smile. you had never imagined this kind of interaction with her, but now that it was happening, it felt right.

"how about this weekend?" she asked with a hopeful smile.

"yeah, i'd like that," you responded, giving her a gentle nod. shauna's face lit up, and she gently squeezed your hand before unlocking the car doors.

exiting the car, you bid shauna goodnight and made your way into your house, the sound of her car fading as you closed the front door behind you. racing upstairs, you burst into your room and leaped onto your bed, burying your face in the pillow.

you lay there for a few minutes with our heart was racing, feeling butterflies fluttering all over as you replayed the night’s events in your head.

finally, you rolled over onto your back, allowing yourself a moment to catch your breath. however, your peace was soon interrupted by a tapping sound at your window.

you sat up immediately, surprised by the sudden noise. you cautiously walked toward it to check what it was.

as you got closer to the window, you could see shauna, leaning against the fence below it, her hands stuffed in the pockets of her jacket. you noticed that her face was upturned to your direction, eyes fixed on you, her breath fogging the glass.

without thinking twice, you scrambled to open the window. "what are you doing here?" you asked, meeting her eyes.

for a moment, she didn't respond, her cheeks flushed and her breathing steadying. yet, her gaze remained focused on you, and her mouth had curled into a small smile. "i wanted to see you one more time before the night is over," she answered, her voice soft. "mind if i come up?" she added.

you replied instantly, "yeah, sure, come on up."

as she climbed the exterior walls of your house, you took a deep breath and opened the window wide enough for her to enter. upon reaching the window frame, she met your gaze, your faces inches apart.

"you could have just knocked on the front door, you know?" you teased, biting down a smile.

shauna shrugged, feeling a little embarrassed. "can't a girl be romantic anymore?" she quipped with a smirk.

"oh, is that what this is?" you mocked, giving her a teasing look. "you breaking into my window in the middle of the night? romantic would’ve been knocking on the front door with flowers."

"i don't know, climbing up the building, clinging to a fence, and sneaking into your window seemed pretty romantic to me," shauna replied with a smirk, her hands gripping the window edges.

"shauna, i live in a one-story house," you chuckled softly.

"well, my point still stands," she playfully retorted, rolling her eyes at you. "and your windows are abnormally high, my arms are aching," she added.

“oh, sorry,” you said, stepping aside for her to enter.

"it’s fine," she replied, stepping inside. however, her footing slipped, and she tumbled onto you, sending both of you into laughter as you landed on the floor.

you sensed her warm breath near your neck, her hair gently brushing against your face. your bodies were close, and her arms wrapped around your waist. you couldn't help but notice how close she was, and how good she felt against you. her deep eyes looked up at you, her lips forming a slight smile. gazing back at her, you timidly slid your hand across the floor until it found hers, intertwining your fingers. she locked her hands with yours, and both of you held the gaze for what seemed like an eternity.

"can i kiss you?" she whispered, her eyes searching yours for the answer.

your heart raced, and your blood rushed through your veins.

"yes," you replied softly, and she leaned in, placing her hands on your cheeks as her lips met yours.

your lips parted as she kissed you softly, her lips tender and soft. it was nothing like the fierce way she had kissed you at the party. her tongue explored your mouth with deft and practiced movements, and as you pulled her closer, she leaned into you, holding you tightly.

as you pulled away, your lips were aching to feel her again. “stay the night?” you asked her.

her soft, dark eyes locked onto yours, her breath quickened and her cheeks flushed slightly. you held each other's gaze until she finally spoke.

"i’d love that."

[sawyerconfort]

fire(and)place | jackie taylor x fem!young shipman!reader

TWO POSTS IN A ROW, I'M GETTING BETTER!

Ok, just want to let you guys know that this is an experimental post, because I really want to start watching Yellowjackets and I decided to write oneshots about it...

So, I'm sorry if there's anything wrong with this story regarding the context of the series, I didn't really watch it and only watched snippets of the episodes to cheer myself up and see if I liked the atmosphere of the series.

Btw, it's a story with a character played by Ella Purnell, I think there's no way to go wrong, right?

Hope you like it!

Enjoy!

Requests open but taking things slow!

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Prompt: After your older sister has a nasty fight with Jackie in the woods, you decide to take matters into your own hands and confront her. It would all go down too well, though, if you didn't have a crush on her.

***

You didn't expect things to get to this point. In fact, you didn't even want things to get to this point. You knew better than anyone else how much Shauna liked Jackie, considered her her best friend, and how close Jackie actually was to you because she was best friends with your older sister.

Which is why, when you woke up to the screams echoing in the cabin that middle of the night, after accidentally falling asleep and snuggling into Natalie's shoulder - she was warm, in your defense - you wondered why Jackie wasn't there, and the way Shauna looking at you as soon as you opened your eyes was completely decisive.

"Why the hell are you yelling this time?", you asked, your voice coming out low and rather sleepy. "Where's Jackie? I thought we'd go hunting when we were all together, didn't we?"

"Not anymore," Misty blurted out unintentionally. "Your sister decided to fight Jackie, and she's outside now, who knows where, in the cold maybe."

Shauna rolled her eyes. "She started it!"

"Shut up you suckers!" you yelled, standing up and brushing a few strands of Natalie's gorgeous blonde hair out of her clothes a little bit before heading for the door. "You shouldn't have done that, you shouldn't!"

"Where are you going, (Y\N)?"

"Do what you didn't do. Apologize to Jackie and save her from dying of hypothermia at least."

You rolled your eyes as you left, slamming the cabin door slamming and leaving the girls exchanging skewed looks. Misty stopped Shauna with her arm and your sister had to watch you go, against her will, outside in the snow, just when she should have been protecting you.

***

It wasn't too hard to find Jackie, knowing at first that even if she was intensely hurt by Shauna or any of the girls, she wouldn't go far. The girl was as scared as you were about navigating the forest alone, so she could be anywhere, just close.

It was practically freezing outside, and you found yourself picking up your pace several times to keep your shoes from sinking into the icy white snow - sometimes it was quite pointless and you practically froze just by dipping your toes a little bit. But it helped you to locate yourself, when the fog gave way to a figure turned on its back, hugging its own legs, with that varsity jacket that you knew so much, and that, dammit, she never took off her body!

It didn't take much for you to know it was Jackie and, relieved to see her, you walked over slowly and sat down where she was, beside her, avoiding eye contact.

"Please don't tell me Shauna asked you to come after me as a consolation prize," she said, rolling her eyes, still hugging her legs. Her voice emitted a little air from her lips, and when you looked up, her mouth was purple.

Quickly, you needed to take action. You dug with your hands until you couldn't dig anymore, but eventually you found some sticks and stones, which were more visible in the middle of the snow. By rubbing the two together, you created a little bit of fire and arranged some lighter pieces of wood to create a fire. Jackie sighed in relief and another little smoke came out of her mouth.

"No, she didn't ask. I came at my own risk," you finally replied, taking a deep breath as well. It was nice to feel something warm as you sat on the icy ground. "May I know what happened between you two? Why did you fall out so quickly? Everything was so good…"

She didn't answer, and you decided to play with the situation.

"It's only when I fall asleep that you decide to let go, right? That's serious, Jackie, it's a lack of a worthy mother figure."

Jackie laughed, and dammit, you loved it when she laughed. You loved when you could make her laugh, when you could see her little eyes close as she turned her head towards you and looked into her eyes like she was looking at a little sister.

That's what you were to her, a little sister. And that was all.

"I don't know why Shauna is mad at me. Sometimes I thought it might be Jeff, but now that I've broken up with him, I…I don't know anymore," Jackie sighed. "I thought you knew, since you're sisters, and she should tell you everything…"

"Uh, one point less for you…", you chuckled nervously, sighing. "Shauna never tells me anything. She pretty much hates me, I think maybe she'd rather I was a Barbie doll instead of a normal flesh and blood person…" you huffed. "Seriously, I had to beg her to let me on your team, really."

"But she was right, (Y\N), you were still too young. It could cause problems in your class, because you're a year below us."

"I'm not a kid anymore, Jackie, I make my own decisions, and I've decided I want to make the team," you replied in an authoritative voice. "No one can change that now, I also wanted to win, I wanted to help you on the team, not just watch from the stands…"

Jackie nodded, smiling and pursing her lips. She looked at you, and again, there was that annoying little "big sister look" thing she always gave you. You pretended you weren't affected by him and tried to ignore it, but it was impossible.

"If I ask nicely, will you go back inside and make up with Shauna?" you asked in a whisper, looking at Jackie again.

"(Y\N), it's no use. Shauna really hates me now, there's no going back."

"But that can't happen! How am I supposed to be if you guys are fighting forever? How am I going to convince my mom to let me go to your party without Shauna around to babysit me?"

Jackie shook her head. "I'm sorry. Really."

"But that couldn't happen! It's so unfair!"

"(Y\N), stop whimpering like a baby!", Jackie complained, turning to you. "It's irritating, okay? It doesn't help at all!", her voice was different, and it was clear that she was very irritated with the situation.

You widened your eyes, an intrusive thought running through your mind as you stared back at her, your voice trailing off. "You find me annoying? Really?"

"No, that's not what… Ah, (Y\N), come on, I'm sorry, okay?", Jackie clicked her tongue on the roof of her mouth and looked at you, her voice becoming quiet and calm, like she was talking to a puppy. "That's not what I meant, I swear, it's just…I'm really pissed off right now, and if you keep forcing me to make it up to her, I'll…"

You nodded, holding back tears, but didn't say anything. Then, there was a moment when Jackie surprised you by cupping your chin with her fingers and forcing you to look into her eyes. Gorgeous, huge, but gorgeous, you could easily get lost in the whole pool of charisma that was inside them.

"Come on, give me a smile please, (Y\N)…", she whispered, still holding you by the chin, and you smiled, blushing slightly. "That's it. I love seeing you smile, (Y\N), really. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude to you, but this whole situation is killing me."

"Everyone is nervous, Jackie, it's normal…", you explained, whispering, too lost to focus on one thing. "We should be playing right now, winning medals, lifting trophies, but here we are, stranded on a shitty island."

"Hey, at least we still have people to count on…", she whispered back, smiling. "People we like, that's what matters to me at least," Jackie laid her head gently on his shoulder and looked into the crackling fire. "Like, I like you a lot, (Y\N). I don't know what I would do if we had a fight…"

You were taken aback by the revelation. You were already used to Jackie's surprises and her nonsensical phrases, but this time, it rang true. Too bad you felt more than just a liking, and that you couldn't truly tell her that for fear of losing the friendship.

"Me too… I like you, Jackie…", you whispered. "But…"

"But you really want to dump me now, don't you? Yeah, I know. I figured my lack of affection would hurt someone one day…"

"No!", you said, kind of loudly, startling her too. "No, what I meant is… that I like you. Like hell. But it's not just liking… a friend. You know… I'm…"

She quickly pulled her head away from your shoulder to look at you, laughing in disbelief.

"Are you telling me that… you're in love with me?", Jackie asked, confused, frowning. "I mean, like, you? In love with me?"

"Yeah, I think that's right…", you replied. "I'm sure, actually. I'm in love with you, Jackie, and I've never felt that way about anyone in my entire life.

"Damn, (Y\N), that…that was cute, you know?"

Your smile faded, and Jackie saw it right away. It made her laugh, and when you least expected it, she kissed your cheek, then leaned in a little closer to kiss your lips, and you were taken aback by the feel of icy, frozen lips pressed against yours.

Jackie didn't seem to regret the impulse. She was clearly nervous, but she was shivering too, from the cold, and as you kissed, she touched your face with trembling hands over and over again, sometimes hesitating between your cheek and your shoulders.

Her lips were cold, because of the ice, and they were soft, because they were a girl's lips. The girl you were in love with and had kept that secret for a long, long time.

"Was that your way of saying you like me too?" you asked, afraid that this was more of a threat than a genuine question from someone who was confused when she pulled away from you.

Jackie smiled, nodding and blushing as she kissed you again. This time, the touch lasted a little less, and when she pulled away, her face was hidden in the crook of your neck.

"I don't know why it took me so long to figure this out…" she whispered. "It was literally in my face the entire time. That's why Shauna hates me. Because of you, (Y\N). She's so jealous because you guys are sisters, and because I'm her best friend…"

You smiled. "And that makes you regret liking me?"

"Never, I swear…", Jackie whispered. "I actually love the fact that I like you. It's comforting because I knew I'd never have to say it out loud since the two of us are inseparable…"

You smiled again and it was your turn to hide your face in Jackie's neck. She hugged you with both arms and breathed in your scent, sighing. She was clearly warmed by the touch of you on her body.

"Now, if I ask nicely, will you go back to the cabin?"

"(Y\N)!", Jackie sighed, before kissing you again, only this time, all over your face, laughing every time her lips meet your skin. "God, will you stop being so cute? This way I won't convince you that I'm mad at your sister!"

"It never convinced me, to tell you the truth. You two are failures to disguise that, deep down, deep down, you still like each other. And I'm happy about that, because I know that, no matter what, you'll have to put up with me for the rest of your days!"

The girl smiled. "Yeah, not that I'm complaining, either."

And there you two idiots were, giggling by a poorly made fire for the rest of the night, after an awkward but completely adorable confession.

[ultrone]

🛌 ˖ ࣪⊹ — sleepover with pervy bsf shauna

shauna felt guilty, disgusted even, for having these thoughts about you. it had been nearly half an hour since she had been trying to fall asleep, yet the image of you naked continued to cloud her mind.

three hours ago, after returning home from soccer practice, the two of you arrived at your house. you immediately headed to the shower while shauna patiently waited for you, watching a movie in your bed—she had already showered in the gym’s locker rooms. unbeknownst to you, you didn't properly close the door, allowing it to slowly open. it wasn't until the door was almost completely ajar, casting a cold light that starkly contrasted with the dimness of the room, lit only by the movie and the warm glow of the nightstand lamp, that shauna noticed this.

the sliding glass of your shower was equipped with privacy smart glass, which prevented shauna from seeing you directly. however, it wasn't as opaque as most smart glass doors, allowing her to make out your silhouette clearly. she observed as you leaned down to grab your shampoo bottle and began lathering it into your hair. she noticed the way you meticulously massaged your scalp and rubbed the back of your neck with the remaining shampoo, all while the water cascaded down your face, mouth slightly open.

“fuck,” shauna mumbled, moving her hand toward her face and biting her bent index finger as she watched you intently. she slid her other hand underneath her light blue boxer shorts and cupped her clothed cunt with it, feeling her clit beat against her palm.

as she watched you grab the soap and begin to slowly lather it onto your body, shauna felt her cheeks flush and a warm sensation spread through her. mixed emotions of shame and adrenaline coursed through her veins. reacting swiftly, she tiptoed towards her bag and retrieved her double-sided strap-on. she sat back on the bed, undressed, and without wasting one more second, she pushed the toy deep inside her, already slick and ready. by holding it at the base where both dildos were connected, she forced it further in until she was filled completely. she gritted her teeth to muffle her moans as she pulled the straps tightly around her waist. her gaze locked intensely with your silhouette as one hand grasped the base of the toy, moving her hips up and down in a repetitive motion, while the other clenched the sheets.

completely taken in by watching you, she didn't even realize she had shut her eyes, her teeth biting into her lip hard enough to draw blood. right when she was about to climax, she heard the water stop pouring and knew that you had finished showering already.

"fuck," she muttered in a panic as she witnessed you reaching for your towel, realizing she had less than ten seconds to cover herself or she was completely fucked. with her mind racing, unsure of what to do, shauna instinctively grabbed her boxers from the ground and hastily put them on, not even bothering to remove the strap as there wasn't enough time. she kicked her underwear under your bed and swiftly laid back down, covering herself with your sheets and feigning sleep, pretending that she had been unaware of the entire situation.

she could only hear your gasp followed by a sigh of relief as you walked towards the door, closing it behind you. meanwhile, shauna continued to pretend to be asleep. a few minutes later, she heard you emerge from the bathroom.

"are you awake?" you asked, receiving no response. 

as it had gotten late, you decided it was time to go to bed, considering that both of you had early morning training the next day. shauna and you had the habit of cuddling whenever you slept together. after all, you were best friends, so it never felt strange. naturally, as you settled into bed, you scooted closer to shauna and wrapped your arms tightly around her waist, assuming the role of the big spoon.

shauna immediately felt her muscles tense up. not because she was uncomfortable, but due to the sensation of your arms and back pressing firmly and warmly against her body as her strap-on was still deep inside her—it was an agonizing experience. however, after enduring the same throbbing pain in her walls for what felt like thirty excruciating minutes, she finally managed to drift off into sleep.

a sharp ache in shauna's core woke her up, groggily, she shifted a little bit, realizing that she had fallen asleep. her core felt as sore as it had ever been before. she noticed, though, that you weren’t spooning her anymore, instead, she was the one holding you close. she cursed mentally and closed her eyes shut once she realized that her hand was firmly pressed against your abdomen, right under your shirt, and her faux cock was pressing right against your ass.

shuddering breaths escaped her lips as she slowly but very softly rubbed the silicon against your ass, trying to find some relief as the other side of the dildo moved inside her. however, she quickly figured that it was actually making her feel more uncomfortable, as the need to find release intensified.

in order not to wake you up, she slowly moved away from your side of the bed and shifted onto her back. however, during the process, she accidentally tugged on the bedsheet, pulling it off your body and unintentionally revealing your legs—you weren’t wearing anything except panties. fuck, shauna thought.

as she gazed at your barely visible, exposed legs in the darkness, she used the same hand that was previously resting against your skin to grab her faux cock in place,  and started to move against it in slow movements. deep breaths left her body as she carefully moved her hips in a repetitive circular motion, closing her eyes shut and focusing on how good her hands would feel against your soft thighs.

too engrossed in her own pleasure and fantasies, she didn't realize that you were starting to shift beside her.

a chill spread through your legs as it had been a few minutes since shauna had pulled the bedsheet off your body. you began to gently move, reaching out with your hand to find the blanket without having to open your eyes, but your attempt was unsuccessful. just as you were about to let it go and drift back to sleep, a soft moan next to you caught your attention.

initially, you thought it was just shauna dreaming, until you heard another one. intrigued and still half-asleep, you slowly opened your eyes, allowing them to adjust to the darkness. as your night vision gradually kicked in, you turned around, trying to discern the source of the repetitive sounds.

"shauna?" you asked groggily, your voice breaking the silence. despite your blurred vision, you noticed her movements and realized she was awake.

shauna flinched so hard at the sound of your voice that the entire bed shook. "fuck– what are you doing awake?" she asked, trying to compose herself.

"i got cold," you replied, still trying to adjust to the situation. "are you good? why are you awake?" you inquired further.

"all good, i just got thirsty," she said, attempting to divert your attention, all the while praying to god that you wouldn't notice the strap she was awkwardly trying to conceal with her hands.

"ohh, okay," you responded, too tired to pick up on her strange behaviour. "goodnight then," you said, settling back into your previous position, facing the opposite direction. just when shauna was about to let out a sigh of relief, thinking she had managed to avoid any suspicion, you reached out your hand in search of her arm, intending to pull her closer for another cuddle.

"shit—" shauna moaned out, instantly sitting up on her forearms, startled by your unexpected move.

"wh–" you gasped, immediately turning around, now fully awake, trying to make sense of what was going on.

shauna's face turned red, and she stammered, "i-i'm sorry, i didn't mean to..." her embarrassment was evident, and she struggled to find the right words.

it wasn’t until you focused on the texture of whatever you were holding in your hand that you realized—you weren’t grabbing her arm. your eyes widened, and you were at a loss for words. the realization hit you like a wave, and you quickly let go of the strap, realizing that your fingers were still hugging it.

"shit, sorry. um, i’ll just go," she said, her face flushed with embarrassment, wanting to distance herself from the awkward situation as fast as possible.

"wait!" you said, reacting on impulse and grabbing her by the wrist. "don’t go," you added, almost in a pleading tone.

she turned to look at you, confusion evident on her face. she had expected a completely different reaction, like you kicking her out of your house and never speaking to her again—but you didn’t.

your next words left your mouth before you could fully process them, "i-i can help you," you offered, feeling a bit embarrassed. "if you want," you added.

she raised her eyebrows in shock. "you'd do that?" she asked softly, still unsure if she could believe what she was hearing.

“y-yeah,” you said, “i mean, that’s what best friends are for, right?” you added with a chuckle, trying to disperse the awkwardness that hung in the air.

"i guess… yeah, of course," she replied, still unsure about your reaction, but excited enough to ignore whatever doubts were lingering in her mind—she couldn't let this opportunity pass.

"c'mere," you said in a soft tone, motioning for her to lie back down in her previous position.

you moved closer and straddled her, your legs resting gently on either side of her body. you placed your hands on her shoulders, staring deeply into her eyes as your thighs lightly pressed against her boxers, your clothed cunt making direct contact against the front side of her cock, which was peeking through the hole of her boxers.

"so… how can i help you?" you asked her in a hushed voice, your eyes shifting from her gaze to her lips, and then back to her eyes again.

she was taken aback, hardly able to believe that this was actually happening. it felt like a dream come true, but the warmth of your breath against her face and the sensation of your thighs pressed against hers assured her that it was real.

her hands instinctively moved to your thighs, caressing them gently. “suck my dick,” she said as she squeezed your thighs, hoping it would come out like a request but sounding more like an order. you didn’t mind at all though, you found it incredibly attractive.

without wasting another second, you shifted and positioned yourself right next to her while she leaned back against the bed. you put your right forearm next to her body as support while grasping the strap with your other hand.

you looked up at her, and once she nodded in reassurance, you put her faux cock in your mouth, deepthroating it with ease. every time you went down on it, the other end pushed deep inside her and pressed against her g-spot, causing her to moan out louder every time.

“mhm…” she groaned out, grabbing a chunk of your hair in her palm and plopping your head up and down. you looked so fucking hot, choking on her dick as you tasted every inch of it. she started grabbing onto the sides of the bed sheets tightly in order to support herself as she started thrusting into your mouth ferociously.

“jesus christ,” she muttered, “please let me fuck you,” she begged, her cheeks glowing with desire.

you heard her, you heard her loud and clear, and holy fuck, you wanted her to fuck you so bad. but you wanted her to beg for it, so you pretended you didn’t listen, and kept sucking her dick.

shauna was so close to her release that she knew she wouldn't be able to hold it much longer; she'd been waiting for hours. but she wanted to cum inside you. she gripped your hair firmly, forcing you to look at her. "please," she pleaded, her eyes filled with desperation, and her eyebrows furrowed.

with your hands, you suddenly pushed yourself up and crashed your lips into hers with a passionate, bruising kiss. you were so aroused by her flushed state that you couldn’t resist. as you explored each other's mouths with eager tongues, you threw off your panties and got rid of her boxers. you then straddled her again, ready to press down onto her strap… until she stopped you. she grabbed you tightly around the waist and flipped you over so she was now on top of you.

“i’d love for you to ride me but if i don’t fuck you right now i’ll lose my mind,” she panted eagerly with a dumb smirk.

you simply nodded at her with a sly smile and, having received your consent, she forcefully thrust her cock into you.

you both moaned loudly as she slid in and out of you, her hips rocking back and forth. you could feel the pleasure radiating from her body as it pounded against yours.

"fuck shauna— that feels so fuckin' good," you moaned out, eyes rolling back as she kept hitting that one sweet spot inside your wet pussy.

she reached down and held you by the wrists, placing them on the sides of your head and using them as leverage as she increased her tempo, pounding into you harder and faster with every thrust. your body started to quiver and tremble as she continued to pound into you, her hips slapping against yours in a steady rhythm. you could feel her pleasure increasing with every movement, and the sensations were almost too much to bear.

"s-shit, 'm gonna cum," shauna babbled, her words stumbling over one another as she struggled to get them out of her mouth. your moans grew louder and louder as she moved faster and faster. you were both desperate for the orgasm that was coming ever closer.

the strap was moving with such speed and intensity against her tight walls that it felt like she could faint any second.

suddenly, the sensations became too much for her, and a loud cry of pleasure echoed off the walls of your bedroom. her orgasm shook through her as she collapsed on top of you, slowing down her motions until a warm stream of cum poured out of the strap and filled up the two of you.

simultaneously, your entire body shuddered as the intense wave of pleasure crashed over you. your now-drenched walls tightened around her girth in absolute bliss, leaving you breathless.

the two of you laid there for a moment, taking a minute to recover. eventually, shauna slowly pulled out of you and removed her strap, her body adjusting to the newly empty feeling.

she tossed the strap to the floor and turned back, only to realize that you were already sound asleep. you looked so adorable. not wanting to disturb you, she quietly moved closer, snuggling up beside you. she gently covered both of you with the bedsheet and wrapped her arms around you as you unconsciously turned the other way in your sleep. she held you close, enjoying the comforting feeling of your heartbeats against her chest and the scent of you filling her nostrils. with a contented sigh, she drifted off to sleep.

[ultrone]

𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗞 𝗠𝗘 𝗗𝗢𝗪𝗡 ┊ 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗎𝗇𝖺 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗑 𝗃𝖾𝖿𝖿'𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋

synopsis (request). shauna comes over to jeff's place to hook up, completely unaware that his younger sister, you, are home too. she gets mad at him for saying he was home alone, since you obviously realized that they're having an affair. shauna begs you not to tell jackie about it, and you agree, but only under one condition.

cw. himbo jeff, cheating, shauna's first time with a girl, minors dni; smut with plot, power bottom reader, soft top shauna, corruption (?), strap-on use, cum-filled strap, riding, oral.

wc. 4.4k

It was 10:30 pm. You were lying on your stomach in bed, enjoying a lollipop and flipping through a magazine you had purchased earlier in the day. As you listened to music playing from your speaker, you suddenly heard a knock at the door. However, you chose to ignore it and continued with your own activities.

A second knock followed.

"Jeff, get the door!" you called out to your older brother, but received no response. Another, louder knock echoed through the house.

“Jesus christ,” you muttered with annoyance, rising from the bed and making your way downstairs towards the door. As you approached the door, frustrated with your lazy brother for not answering it, you muttered under your breath, “asshole.”

Your parents were not home that day as they were both away on a business trip for two days. This meant that the person at the door was either one of Jeff's friends or the pizza you both had ordered earlier.

As you unlocked and opened the door, expecting to see Randy, you were taken aback by a pair of big, mesmerizing brown eyes—belonging to Shauna Shipman. Shauna was the best friend of your brother's girlfriend. You often spotted her around university, hanging out with your brother's group of friends or in the hallways, but the two of you had never spoken before. It's not like you had a reason to, considering they were two years older than you. You also knew of her because Jackie frequently mentioned her when she came over, but that was the extent of your knowledge about Shauna.

But now, as she stood right in front of you, you began to realize how pretty she actually was—something that had never crossed your mind before. Her big brown eyes were beautiful, with a hint of melancholy lingering within them. Her lips were plump, soft, and had a gentle redness to them. Her hair was pulled back, with two strands gracefully falling on either side of her face, framing it perfectly. She wore a white shirt layered with a dark red flannel on top, along with ripped jeans and black converse shoes. If you had known she looked like this all along, you would have definitely tried to hit.

Why is she here, though? Are Jeff and her even that close?

Just as you were about to speak, a voice came from behind you.

"Shauna! Hey!" Your brother responded, accompanied by his characteristic charming smile and tone.

You turned around and stepped aside, so as not to be in the way.

"Hey, Jeff," Shauna greeted him with a smile, although she seemed a bit tense, as if she hadn't expected you to be there.

"Come on in," he said casually. "This is my younger sister, Y/n. I'm sure you've seen her around," he added as Shauna entered and Jeff closed the door behind her.

"Yeah... Nice to meet you, Y/n," she replied with a forced smile, still showing traces of uneasiness on her face.

"Hey," you greeted with a fake smile.

"Well, we're heading upstairs to work on a project. Can you open the door for the pizza when it arrives?" Jeff said, gesturing for Shauna to follow him up the stairs.

"Work on a project, huh?" You chuckled incredulously. You weren't sure if it was the overpowering scent of his cologne, the fact that he had just showered, or simply that it was already 10:30 pm on a Saturday night. But you knew for certain that those two weren't going upstairs to study. Poor Jackie, you thought. You and Jackie only interacted when Jeff was around, and you were aware of her apparent sassy demeanor at school. However, she had always been kind to you, and you appreciated her. You also knew how much she cared about Shauna. So, the fact that your brother and she were up to who knows what behind Jackie's back made you sympathize with her.

Shauna paled at your words, realizing that she had messed up—she knew that coming over to Jeff's house was already a huge risk, and now you had caught her in the act. When Jeff mentioned that his parents were out and he was home alone, she certainly didn't expect you to be there.

"Uh... what?" Jeff responded, a hint of defensiveness in his tone. "Just because I have an academic alert doesn't mean I don't study," he retorted.

"Yeah, sure," you replied, rolling your eyes at his feeble attempt to cover up his lie.

"Anyway, get the pizza," he instructed, before finally heading up the stairs, with Shauna following closely behind.

Leaning against the front door, you sucked on your lollipop slowly, observing them with narrowed eyes as they made their way to their destination. As Shauna reached the last step, she turned to glance at you, concern evident on her face, but quickly averted her gaze back to Jeff and continued following him.

"I can't do this," Shauna said abruptly, breaking her kiss with Jeff and getting off him, hastily putting on her shoes.

"What's the problem?" he asked with a puzzled expression.

"Why the fuck didn't you tell me your sister was here?" she asked, annoyed, trying to keep her voice down.

"Because it doesn't matter," Jeff replied dismissively, as if Shauna was being unreasonable. "You two don't even know each other, so what's the big deal?" he added nonchalantly.

"You don't know what the big deal is? Are you kidding me?" Shauna asked incredulously. "She knows Jackie, Jeff. What if she says something?" she said, her words laced with deep concern.

"She won't," Jeff assured her, his tone overly confident.

"Stop being so damn casual about it. Do you even care at all?" Shauna questioned, her frustration evident.

"Well, if you were so concerned, maybe you shouldn't have slept with your best friend's boyfriend in the first place," he retorted.

"Fuck you, Jeff." Those were Shauna's parting words as she slammed the door behind her, making her way to the bathroom outside. She needed to wash her face, feeling suffocated and unable to think clearly.

Shauna locked the door behind her and turned on the sink, allowing the cold water to flow. Placing her hands on the sink, she took deep breaths, attempting to regain her composure. Rolling up the sleeves of her flannel, she splashed her face with water, trying to clear her mind and focus on the sensation of the cold water against her warm skin.

Feeling calmer now, she started to contemplate her situation. She couldn't afford to let Jackie find out, she just couldn't. She had to ensure that you wouldn't utter a single word. Determined, she decided that she wouldn't leave the house until she was certain that she had convinced you to keep quiet.

Knowing Jeff, he was probably going to end up jerking off and taking a nap until you woke him up for the pizza's arrival. That gave Shauna enough time to sort things out and talk to you. Taking another deep breath, she dried her face and hands, then stepped out of the bathroom, resolute in her decision to find you.

However, it didn't take her long because the moment she stepped outside, she ran into you. You were walking towards your room with a plate full of piping-hot pizza. Of course, you intended to let the rest of it cool down before informing your brother that the pizza had already arrived. It was the least you could do to honor Jackie—letting your brother chew on a dry and soggy microwaved slice of pizza.

"Had a good time?" you asked teasingly, finding it funny how Shauna was clearly shitting her pants.

"It's not what it looks like," she responded defensively.

"Oh, really? So, did an evil vacuum attack you? Or is there another reason for that mark on your neck?" you inquired sarcastically, chuckling as you observed her hurriedly trying to cover it with her hand—a clear sign that she hadn't noticed it when looking at herself in the mirror.

With that, you left her standing there, looking foolish, and made your way to your room. Closing the door behind you, you settled onto your bed. Picking up the remote control from your nightstand, you turned on your 16-inch Sony TV, positioned right in front of your bed. As you flicked it on, MTV appeared on the screen, and you decided to leave it there, in the mood for watching some music videos.

Just as you were about to take a bite of the delicious, piping-hot pizza you had been eagerly waiting for, you were taken by surprise when your door suddenly opened and someone quickly stepped inside, closing it behind them.

"Uhh… Come on in, I guess," you said, looking at Shauna with a clear expression of confusion, slowly moving the pizza away from your mouth and placing it back down on the plate.

"Can we talk?" she asked, her expression serious and filled with concern.

"Well, since you're already here," you replied suggestively, gesturing for her to start speaking.

"I just..." she began, unsure of what to say. Letting out a sigh, she continued, "Look, I know how this looks, but please, don't tell Jackie," she pleaded, getting straight to the point.

"About what? That you're sleeping with her boyfriend?" you responded challengingly, raising your eyebrows—an unexpected retort.

Taken aback by your blunt remark, she replied with embarrassment, scratching the back of her neck. "Y-yeah," she stammered, clearly flustered.

“And why should I do that?” you asked, slowly sitting up on your bed.

She approached, standing in front of the bed frame, trying to gather her thoughts. Just as she struggled to respond, you spoke up again.

“We’re not even friends, and if anything, I’m closer to Jackie. So, what do I gain from helping you?” you questioned, shifting from a sitting position to kneeling, slowly moving towards her, directly facing her standing figure.

"Don't think of it as helping me, think of Jeff. If you say something, you'll ruin his relationship," she urged, attempting to sound convincing.

You chuckled, confusing her with your response. Helping Jeff? Yeah, right. Destroying him sounded more like something you would want to do. Deep down, Jeff wasn't a terrible person, but he was incredibly dumb and purposely annoying. Despite his charm, he could be a real jerk at times, bossing you around and treating you more like a maid than his younger sister. You were tired of his bullshit. So, you started to contemplate things.

Jeff clearly didn't care about his relationship. Well, maybe he cared a little, mostly for appearances. Being popular himself and dating the soccer team's captain seemed like a good look. But you knew that as soon as you ended his current relationship, he would find another girl in no time. However, destroying his little affair? That would truly crush him. It wasn't because he cared about Shauna, but rather because cheating on Jackie with her best friend gave him a sense of power and superiority. By unraveling this secret and possibly exposing it, you would strip away his most treasured source of validation. And that's exactly what you planned to do.

You wouldn't act immediately, though. No, you would be cautious. You knew that it wouldn't be enough to expose him; you needed him to know that all along, while he thought he was getting away with his little scheme, you were right there, secretly enjoying it as much as him. So, with confident yet cautious hands, you slid your hands to Shauna's sides, gripping her belt loops, slowly pulling her a bit closer, and you spoke.

“I think I know a way you could keep me quiet,” you said, your thumb gently brushing against the line of her jeans, grazing her skin, while your breath mingled with hers.

Nervous yet intrigued, she replied in a trembling whisper, "And what would that be?"

"This," you declared, pulling her closer by the belt loops and sealing your lips together in a bruising, intense kiss. Your tongues immediately mixed together, and you could feel Shauna’s breath increasing as her hands found their way against the sides of your face. As her soft lips moved against yours, you grasped her face with one of your hands, pinching her cheeks and gently pushing her away to catch your breath. Locking eyes with her, you held the intense gaze for a moment.

“I want you to fuck me,” you said hastily, your eyes dilated as you looked at her, mouth partially opened.

Under different circumstances, Shauna would have declined. Despite fucking Jeff frequently, she wasn't the type to sleep around casually; she had always been somewhat reserved. However, she felt trapped. It was either this or risking her friendship with Jackie. Nevertheless, if she were being honest with herself, she wasn't entirely opposed to the idea. She had never been with another girl before, but the thought had been lingering in the back of her mind for a while now, though she had always been apprehensive about exploring that aspect of herself. However, here you were, presenting her with an opportunity to experiment, and not only that, but you were also undeniably attractive. And to be honest, you were a better kisser than Jeff, she thought. So, without further hesitation, she pulled you back into another addictive kiss, this time with a bit more force, causing the both of you to fall onto the bed.

As your mouths continued to explore each other's, you gradually moved further up until your head rested on the pillows. Her lips seemed to grow in intensity as her thigh wedged between yours and began pressing against your center. Slowly rubbing against it, you started to take off her flannel shirt and then her shirt, discarding them on the floor. In response, she assisted you in yanking off your pajama shirt which joined the other pieces of clothing.

You moaned into her mouth as you felt her cool fingertips graze your skin, slipping beneath the fabric of your bra to caress and tease your nipples. You hastily unbuttoned her jeans before abruptly halting, a wave of desire blossoming in the back of your mind. 

Breaking the kiss for a moment, you glanced to your left, reaching out to open the nightstand’s cabinet and rummage through its contents. As you did so, Shauna's eyes fixated on the exposed, tender skin on your neck, and could not help but start giving it sloppy kisses, gently nipping and sucking at it as her fingers kept playing with your now swollen nipples. She was enjoying this a bit too much.

"Here, put this on," you instructed, handing her the double-ended cum-filled strap-on. She pulled away from your neck and looked at it with wide eyes, obviously never having seen one before. You couldn't help but find her puzzled expression endearing, deciding to help her out.

You asked her to take off her jeans, which she did immediately, dropping them on the ground. You were sitting on the bed with your legs wide open, with her kneeling between them in just her lingerie. Your hands moved to her waist, grasping it as you started placing slow and sloppy kisses from her chest down to her abdomen. Then, your hands moved down to her thighs, beginning to rub against them in a gentle yet seductive manner.

Shauna's fingers were intertwined in your hair, her face hovering above yours. As her breath hitched and she pressed her lips together tightly to stifle any moan, she could feel the dampness of her underwear beginning to grow.

You reached the hem of her underwear and slowly caressed the flesh right above it with your tongue, before biting down on the fabric. You used your hands to push down the sides, exposing a large, dark, damp area in the middle.

"You're so wet," you murmured against her skin as you tilted your head to look up at her. You gave her one last kiss on the abdomen before sitting back up. "That's good," you said, helping her slide off her underwear. Taking advantage of the closeness, you whisked away the clothes that were still covering each other's bodies, throwing them onto the heap of clothes on the floor.

You tenderly held her shoulders and guided her to lay down on the bed, positioning her legs with your hands and pushing them apart so you could get a glimpse of her glistening, wet cunt. You couldn't help but lick your lips at the sight.

You grabbed hold of the abandoned strap-on and slid it up her legs. "Are you ready?" You asked, looking intently at her nervous yet intrigued stare. She nodded, indicating that she was ready. Once she was ready, you gradually inserted the toy inside her, making her moan at the delicious stretch. You then wrapped the strap around her waist to lock it in place.

Her brown eyes were dilated, filled with desire as they locked onto yours. Her cheeks were flushed, and she pressed the back of her hand against her mouth, trying to stifle any sounds. Her chest rose and fell with each breath, and her physique was truly captivating; all that soccer practice had certainly paid off.

The sight of her already sweaty, toned body glistening and her muscles slowly contracting with anticipation ignited a burning sensation in your center, and you felt as if waiting another second would cause you to burst into flames.

You climbed onto her body and aligned your opening with her cock, letting yourself sink onto it. “Oh fuck—,” you groaned as your walls stretched out and adjusted to Shauna’s girth inside you. At the same time, she felt the other end of the strap deliciously pressing against her cervix, and bit down on the back of her hand to muffle her moans. She then reached out for the bed sheets, gripping them tightly and releasing a low groan.

Once your walls adjusted to fit her cock snugly, you held onto her shoulders for stability and moved up and down at a swift speed. Every time your body fell on the faux cock, the other end went deep inside her, moving against her tight walls and hitting her right on the g-spot. "Y'like this, huh?" you breathlessly inquired, shifting the intensity of your thrusts from shallow up-and-down motions to deeper front-to-back movements, gliding your palms from her shoulders down her collarbones. She could only moan and nod in agreement, her attention firmly locked to the sensation of your grasp around her throat and the pleasure of having her body penetrated.

She released her white-knuckled grip on your bed sheets, and instead placed her hands on your breasts. Her fingertips caressed them with a light touch while she rolled your nipples between her thumbs and fingertips. As you kept riding the length of her cock, moving your hips back and forth to pleasing effect, you felt yourself getting stretched more and more as she pushed deeper inside of you. Slippery smacking noises echoed off the walls, and you couldn’t believe Jeff was still sleeping through it. “Mmh- feels so fuckin’ good,” Shauna let out in pleasure. It had never felt this good with your brother, it was like losing her virginity all over again, and she couldn’t get enough of it.

Your vision began to fuzz out as Shauna changed the pace, gripping your hips to hold you in place and thrusting with aggression. You felt every inch of her slide in and out of you with ease, your slickness running down your legs and onto her abdomen. Your breaths became shallower and faster as her cock stroked against your g-spot and kept thumping against your cervix over and over. "I-I'm gonna cum," Shauna uttered breathily, her eyes glazing over and her mouth agape, tongue nearly falling out. Her hips were moving rapidly as her motions became more desperate and sloppy. You released her neck and put your palms on top of hers, grasping them firmly as you attempted to keep up with her movements, making them deeper.

“Don’t cum yet, wait for me,” you begged as warmness spread throughout your body from her relentless pounding. “I want you to fill me up as I cum,” you pleaded with a desperate edge to your voice, but the thought of filling you up made her lose control right away. “Fuck, fuck, fuck—” she cried out with a final push, her eyes fluttering as a warm liquid oozed from both sides of the strap-on. As you were filled up, your body tensed and your clench tightened around her girth. You threw your head back in pleasure as her thickness surged through your walls and her hands clung to your waist.

Exhausted, you let your naked body collapse onto hers as you both laid there, cockwarming the strap. You remain still for a few minutes, allowing your breaths to slow down.

When your heart rate became slower, you placed your hands on either side of her head and slightly lifted yourself up, gazing down as she blearily opened her eyes. Her cheeks were flushed, glistening with sweat, and her lips quivered.

“I told you not to cum yet,” you said in a low and husky voice.

“I’m sorry,” she answered sheepishly, unsure of what else to say.

You reached out and ran your hand gently along her cheek, then lightly stroked her lower lip with your thumb. “I want you to clean me up,” you said as you moistened your own lips, making it clear that this was not a request but rather a statement.

Shauna despised how Jackie would boss her around, making her feel like a lapdog, a mere sidekick. It truly got on her nerves. However, your self-assuredness and the way you confidently took charge aroused her. You were instructing her on what to do, yet you also empowered her to carry it out in her own way. You were guiding her, yet she felt in control. And she absolutely loved it.

Your lower body rose until the faux penis was entirely out of your pussy, cum dripping from it. You crawled upwards on Shauna’s body, until your legs were on either side of her face, and your glistening wet pussy and thighs were facing directly at her. The lack of experience evident in her eyes. 

"Don't worry, I'll walk you through it," You tried to give her some assurance, letting her know you would help her out. Her body seemed to ease up under your words.

She took the lead and embraced your thighs with her hands, pulling you closer as her hands stroked your thighs. You responded by pressing your hips downward and settling your pussy over her open mouth. And her lips immediately began to kiss your cunt passionately with open-mouthed kisses, taking in every inch of your wetness.

With each kiss, she seemed to become more confident, pushing her tongue further into you as she ran it up and down with long strokes. Her hand moved from your hips to cup your ass, pulling it closer to her mouth in between licking sessions. She expertly explored every inch of you with her tongue, leaving you breathless.

Not long after, she began circling your clitoris with the tip of her tongue, sending shivers down your body. "Fuck Shauna," you moaned out, "you're so fuckin’ good at this," you said, making her moan at the praise. You pushed your pussy impossibly closer against her mouth, wanting more of her lips and tongue against your clit. The vibrations of her moans cursed through your clit like electricity, making it spasm with need. You grabbed the back of Shauna's head as she lapped hungrily at your most sensitive spot, crying out as the orgasmic energy built up inside of you.

Your body quivered as the orgasm finally hit you, and your grip on Shauna's hair tightened further with each wave that crashed through your being. You gasped for breath as the pleasure raced through, until finally it started to ebb away. She released you from her grasp, but not before giving one final kiss to your still quivering inner walls.

After the bliss of your orgasm finally subsided, Shauna pulled away and looked up at you with a satisfied smile. "Was that good?" she asked timidly, her voice husky from exertion. You could only nod in agreement, completely overwhelmed by the intensity of it all. 

Without a word spoken between you both, you shifted and laid down beside her on the bed. You snuggled against her body and watched as she slowly undid the strap around her waist and slowly pulled it out of her pussy. Her breathing gradually returned to its steady rhythm as she laid the strap on your nightstand.

Once you had finally calmed down, you reverted back to your usual sarcastic demeanor. "You were better than I expected," you joked.

"Fuck you," she replied, playfully nudging your arm.

"No, but seriously, you were amazing," you said sincerely, turning to look at her and giving her a gentle smile.

Your words made her heart flutter, and just as she was about to respond, you interrupted the sweet moment. "You were good enough to keep me quiet for a while, at least until we meet again," you said, causing her eyebrows to raise in surprise. “What? Don’t tell me Jeff makes you feel this good,” you remarked, staring at her with a serious expression.

"Of course he doesn't. He lasts like 3 seconds and then falls asleep," she replied with a chuckle, causing you to burst into laughter.

"Of course he does," you replied, both of you laughing at his expense.

Silence fell between you again as you lay side by side, finding comfort in the quietness, both of you gazing up at the ceiling. Shauna turned out to be nicer than you had initially thought; she was growing on you. Despite the complicated situation with Jackie and your brother, which had led you to think of her as a bitch, you realized she was actually more reserved than you had assumed.

"Hey," you spoke up, catching her attention and making her turn to look at you once more. "Do you want to stay the night?" you asked shyly, "It's already pretty late," you explained.

A faint blush tinged her cheeks, barely noticeable, as a fluttering feeling returned to her chest.

"The pizza arrived an hour ago. We can watch a movie and finish the whole box before Jeff wakes up," you suggested, a mischievous smile crossing your face. "He'll get so pissed," you chuckled at the thought.

She laughed too. "Sounds good, I'm in," she replied, giving you a gentle smile.

[ultrone]

coach’s sister !

shauna shipman and coach ben’s little sister falling in love ҂ fluff; brief making out sesh, both are eighteen years old; this was supposed to be hcs but i got a bit too inspired lmaoo, also imagine the arm is shauna’s. . .﹙2.7k wc﹚

shauna and you met one day when your parents couldn't pick you up from school as per usual. you didn't want to take the bus, so your last resort was waiting until your brother was free after practice to drive you home. it didn't bother you though, because you used the time to work on some of your assignments.

you thought soccer practice was over at 6:00 pm, so you packed your stuff and headed to the field to look for your brother. it wasn't until you got there and saw everyone mid-game that you remembered practice was actually over at 6:30 pm. since you were already there, you decided to go sit at the benches and wait.

as you entered the bench area, you realized you weren't alone. shauna shipman was also there, holding an ice pack against her visibly swollen ankle.

you had never spoken to her before, but you knew well who she was, just as she knew who you were. you had noticed shauna during soccer matches that your brother forced you to watch; she was number six. you weren't sure what it was about her, but she always caught your eye. it might have been her great footwork, incredible speed, big brown eyes, or adorable smile, but you couldn't tear your eyes away from her whenever she was running across the field.

and well, pretty much everyone on the soccer team knew who you were, as coach ben had a picture with you in his office, and they sometimes saw you leaving with him after games or practice. mari would joke about coach ben liking girls ten years younger than him until misty, who somehow knows everything, mentioned that you're his younger sister.

"hey," she said, interrupting your thoughts. "you're coach ben's sister, aren't you? y/n," she asked, curiosity in her gaze. you never imagined her voice would be so raspy—you found it very attractive.

"that's me," you assured with a smile. "just waiting for him to give me a ride home," you explained, and she nodded in understanding. "what happened to your ankle?" you asked, eyebrows furrowed.

and that's all it took for the two of you to dive into an endless conversation. you chatted away for what felt like an eternity, though it was only 30 minutes. you discovered you had more in common than you had ever imagined. so much so that she ended up asking for your phone number—of course, without coach ben noticing. she definitely didn't want to get her ass beaten during the next practice.

not even 10 minutes had passed since you left when she already texted you, and the two of you texted all night.

a week of non-stop texting and exchanging greetings between classes went by until you both agreed to meet again. initially, these were just regular hangouts, like watching movies at her place or going out to eat. but then, she started offering you a ride home every day, but only if you were willing to wait for her until practice ended. of course, you did—how could you not? you had the biggest crush on her.

and strangely enough, your academic performance improved, as you would spend two hours every day waiting for her at the library, working on your homework. afterwards, she would drive you home, always ensuring to park a few houses away so that your brother wouldn’t spot you coming out of her car.

one day, much like any other, shauna drove you home. she parked two houses down the street, and the two of you were engaged in a random conversation.

“shit, ben's texting me, i’ve gotta go before he gets suspicious,” you said hurriedly.

i mean, obviously, he was already suspicious—neither your parents nor he was driving you home from school, and he knew you hated taking the bus. you had attempted to use the "doing homework" excuse, but it didn’t cut it. he had a hunch that you were hiding something.

you locked your phone and began gathering your belongings, which were placed between your feet. just as you opened the car door and started to step out, shauna swiftly grabbed your arm, pulling you back inside. she cupped your chin with her other hand, drawing your lips together in a sudden kiss.

"shit—sorry, i don't know what came over me," she said, breaking the kiss abruptly and avoiding eye contact. instead of responding, you pulled her into another passionate kiss. as your lips grasped her lower lip, her tongue slipped inside your mouth, while her hand slid to your waist, gripping it tightly. you were so lost in the moment that you didn't notice the car's lights had turned on due to the door being left ajar.

as luck would have it, your brother suddenly emerged for his jog and started sprinting in your direction. it didn't take him long to spot shauna's car, and the well-lit interior made it easy for him to get a clear view. a clear view of the two of you devouring each other's mouths.

“y/n?” your brother's voice penetrated your ears, causing your heart to plummet into your chest. you swiftly separated from shauna and turned around, only to find your brother standing with his hand on the car door, opening it wide.

you couldn't discern whether he was angry or not; his expression remained deadpan and serious. you and shauna were left speechless, simply staring back at him. you both felt incredibly embarrassed, not only because ben caught you making out but also because he could see your swollen lips and shauna’s dishevelled hair.

"get out of the car," he ordered, shifting slightly to make room for you to step out. as you complied and stood beside him, he leaned down and said to shauna, "we'll talk about this tomorrow before practice. get there early." then he closed the door and started walking toward your house. you gave a nervous but gentle smile to shauna through the window before following your brother.

as you heard shauna's car starting and leaving, you silently followed your brother all the way into your house and into the living room. dropping your belongings onto the floor next to the couch, you took a seat. ben stood right in front of you, hands on his waist, facing the other way.

"so, this is why you've been coming home late every day," he began, turning around to face you. "why didn't you tell me?" he asked with a frown.

"there was nothing to say," you replied. "we're just friends, i guess," you said, sounding a bit confused. you and shauna weren't "just friends," and you knew it damn well. even though you had never discussed it directly, you spent almost every day together, and it was pretty obvious that the two of you were in love by the way you treated and talked to each other. all those lingering doubts and insecurities you had about it were dispelled by the kiss you had shared a few minutes ago.

"just friends? really?" he said incredulously, alluding to the fact that he had clearly seen both of you making out.

"yeah... sorry you had to see that," you said with an awkward chuckle while rubbing the back of your neck, referring to the kiss. "but i'm being honest with you. shauna and i are just friends. we met one day when i was waiting for you at the benches, and we hit it off right away. we started hanging out very frequently, and, well... now we're here," you explained, your tone becoming a bit shyer toward the end.

he sighed and relaxed his arms, letting them fall to his sides as he pursed his lips. then, he walked toward you and sat right next to you.

"you really like her, don't you?" he asked, turning to look at you.

you covered your face with your hands in embarrassment as you rested your elbows on your knees. "mhm," you mumbled as you nodded in agreement, not wanting to meet his gaze. the memory of your kiss with shauna kept replaying in your head, and the last thing you wanted right now was a pep talk from your older brother.

“look at me,” he said but you ignored him. "y/n," he repeated in a more stern tone, so you complied. "i'm not mad at you, okay?" he began, placing his hand on your knee for reassurance and softening his voice. "i wish you had told me about it, but i also understand why you didn't," he said. "i just want you to be happy, you know that, right? i mean... i'd prefer you were happy with someone who wasn't on my soccer team," he chuckled. "but shauna's a good girl. a bit grumpy at times," he quipped, earning a laugh from you. "but i know she's a good student and a nice person too, so i know you're in good hands," he said.

"yeah, she's amazing," you began. "did i tell you i got a B+ on my last biology test?" you said excitedly. "she helped me study for it," you added, a smile lingering on your face as you recalled shauna's adorable focused expression while working on a cheat sheet for you to review.

ben couldn't help but smile too, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you closer while gently rubbing your arm. "i'm glad she's making you happy and helping you excel in school," he said genuinely. "and i hate to be that person, but if she ever hurts you, she'll go through hell at practice. i'll have a one-vs-all scrimmage session ready for her just in case," he said, sounding protective.

"you better not," you shot back, moving away slightly to look at him through narrowed eyes. "if anything, i want to see you giving her special treatment."

"hah," he chuckled. "yeah, yeah... that won't happen," he said before standing up from the couch. "that reminds me, i need to talk to her before practice tomorrow," he said, his expression turning serious as he tried to intimidate you.

"you'll go easy on her, right?" you asked. you weren't overly worried since you knew your brother wasn't mean, but you couldn't help feeling a bit nervous for shauna, especially since she didn't know him as well as you did, and he was just her coach, after all. she must be really nervous right now.

"we'll see," he said, walking out of the house to resume his jog before you could muster a reply.

you sat impatiently in the library, your leg shaking as you waited for the clock to strike 6:30 pm in the afternoon. you hadn't spoken much with shauna since yesterday's events. you didn't share any classes today, and she hadn't responded to your texts during lunch. she had checked in on you last night, expressing concern about what ben had told you. however, you assured her that everything had gone well and agreed to meet up today at your usual time, which is why you felt so nervous.

suddenly, a hand rested on your shoulder, snapping you out of your thoughts. you looked up and found yourself locking eyes with a pair of big brown eyes.

"hey," shauna said, placing her backpack and gym bag on the floor before taking a seat in the chair next to yours. she seemed a bit nervous but not sad or worried, which eased your concerns about her conversation with ben not being as awkward or strange as you had feared.

"what are you doing here?" you asked curiously, offering a soft smile. "it's still pretty early."

"coach ben let us go early today; he had a meeting with the other coaches," she explained. "shouldn't you be studying for our english midterm?" she teased, raising an eyebrow while glancing at the paused tv show on your computer screen.

"i was just ten minutes ago; i needed a quick breather," you tried to convince her, though the truth was that you had given up on your studies an hour ago.

"sure..." she said, unconvinced, wearing a sly smile. she made a mental note to help you study later.

the two of you sat in silence for a few minutes, both of you contemplating yesterday's events, unsure of where or how to begin. you were about to ask if ben had spoken to her, but she started talking before you could muster the courage to open your mouth.

"so," she began, looking down at her hands and fidgeting with the rings on her fingers. "i'm sorry about yesterday, for kissing you like that," she said nervously. "i should've asked first."

you gazed at her, tilting your head slightly, and gave her a soft smile. "don't worry about it. i kissed you back, after all," you reminded her. "and i liked it," you confessed, feeling your cheeks grow warm.

"you did?" she asked, meeting your gaze as her shoulders relaxed a bit, her eyebrows raising slightly in a hopeful manner.

"i did," you confirmed. the two of you sat in silence for a few more seconds, but this time, you broke it.

"i like you, shauna," you said, your gaze shifting to the table in front of you in embarrassment. you were very nervous, and the only thing that gave you the courage to confess your feelings was the fact that she had initiated the kiss yesterday night.

shauna couldn't help but smile at your words, her cheeks flushed. "i like you too, y/n," she confessed. "a lot."

she put her hand on your thigh in an attempt to make you meet her gaze once more. and once you did, she asked, “can i kiss you?”

you smiled softly at her, “you don’t have to ask,” you whispered, slowly leaning closer.

just as your lips were about to meet, you heard a phone camera shutter sound from the table directly behind yours. you frowned and turned to locate the source of the sound, finding yourself locking eyes with a pair of green ones you instantly recognized.

"jackie!" shauna hissed, her face a mix of embarrassment and surprise. "what are you doing?"

"i'm sorry! you two looked so adorable; i had to capture this memorable moment," she explained. "i told you she liked you back," she added excitedly, raising her eyebrows suggestively and grinning widely.

"jackie, stop it," shauna scolded, her annoyance evident. finally, the blonde girl seemed to get the memo.

"okay, okay! i'm leaving now. see you later, guys," she said, skipping toward the entrance where jeff was waiting for her.

shauna sighed in embarrassment. "i'm sorry, that was so embarrassing."

"it's okay," you reassured her with a laugh. "at least we have a cute picture now."

"true," she admitted, a soft smile returning to her lips.

"by the way, did ben talk to you?" you asked intrigued.

"yeah, he did," she confirmed. "he gave me a 20-minute pep talk about how important you are to him and threatened to make me run 50 laps around the entire school if i ever hurt you," she chuckled.

"well, you better not then," you said, leaning closer to her once more, trying to hide your smile by biting on your lower lip.

"how could i? he showed me that one picture of you wearing a full-body star costume from your kindergarten christmas recital. i could never hurt that little thing," she teased, making a playful pout with her lips.

"he did not show you that picture," you said, covering your face in embarrassment.

"oh, yes, he did," she countered, retrieving her phone from her pocket and pressing the power button, revealing that the picture was now her lock screen.

"if you don't take that picture off your lock screen right now, shipman…" you playfully threatened, attempting to grab her phone from her hands, but she was quicker, “i’m gonna kill you.”

with her phone secure, she leaned back slightly, prompting you to lean in. seizing the opportunity, she deftly held your forearm in place and leaned in herself, planting a sweet kiss on your lips. without hesitation, you reciprocated, both of you wearing sheepish smiles on your faces.