#yj x you

[mirrored-muse]

Can you write something where the reader and Shauna are having a relationship and the reader is the one chosen by the forest to be sacrificed?

ʀᴜɴ, ʀᴀʙʙɪᴛ. | ꜱ.ꜱ

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 666 (LMAO??)

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅʀᴀᴡ ᴛʜᴇ Qᴜᴇᴇɴ ᴄᴀʀᴅ, ꜱʜᴀᴜɴᴀ ꜱᴛᴇᴘꜱ ɪɴ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀꜱ.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ꜱʜᴀᴜɴᴀ ꜱʜɪᴘᴍᴀɴ x ꜰᴇᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴀ/ɴ: ᴛʏꜱᴍ ꜰᴏʀ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛɪɴɢ, ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ!

The card feels heavier than it should. Like it’s not just paper in your hand, but your whole life crumbling apart right before you.

You don’t realize it right away. It takes a moment after you draw it, after everyone leans in, holding their breath.

It’s the Queen.

You feel it before you see their faces shift. Before Nat’s expression hardens, before Misty’s hands flex at her sides. Before Van and Tai exchange a worried glance.

You inhale through your nose, giving yourself a moment to catch your breath. And then you bolt.

The woods are cold and endless. Branches claw at your arms, and your legs, but you don’t stop. You can’t. Your breath punches out with every step, your heart pounding out of rhythm, blood roaring in your ears.

Behind you, you hear them shout.

“Go after her!”

“Don’t let her get too far!”

But not Shauna.

You don’t hear her voice in the chaos. And somehow, that terrifies you more.

You trip over a root, tumbling into the snow, your palms scraping open. You’re halfway to pushing yourself up when you hear the sound of multiple sets of footsteps crunching toward you.

“Please—” you rasp, but they don’t slow.

Then, sharp and cutting through the air like a blade, you hear Shauna’s voice.

“STOP.”

Everyone freezes.

You’re gasping, shivering where you’ve collapsed, but you manage to twist, peering over your shoulder.

Shauna stands there, barely winded. There’s an eerie, untouchable calmness about her, like she’s already decided how this ends and everyone else is just too stupid to see it. Her eyes lock on you.

Behind her, the others shift restlessly, the hunger still twitching in the air.

Shauna doesn’t even glance at them when she speaks.

“We redraw.”

Misty’s jaw drops. “What?! We can’t! That’s not—”

Shauna finally stands tall, her hand grips around your wrist, gentle but firm, as she yanks you close, pulling you against her side.

Her voice slices through the clearing, cold and final.

“We redraw.”

“And she,” Shauna adds, tilting her head toward you, “doesn’t participate. She’s exempt.”

The way she says it, flat and unyielding, makes the blood drain from Misty’s face.

“The wilderness doesn’t want her,” Shauna continues, the words landing like an iron brand. “It wants one of you.”

Van swallows hard. She looks between the others, maybe wondering if it’s worth arguing.

It’s not.

Because Shauna’s standing there, radiating something far more dangerous than hunger. It’s possession.

Nobody wants to find out what happens if they push her.

Quietly, Misty steps forward pulling the deck out of her jacket pocket.

Shauna doesn’t let you go. She stands there, holding you against her as the others redraw, one by one, grim and pale.

You don’t even watch.

You bury your face into Shauna’s jacket, breathing in smoke, blood, and sweat, letting her body shield you.

You feel her heartbeat, steady beneath your cheek.

When it’s over, you hear someone curse under their breath. Someone else’s fate is sealed.

Shauna finally relaxed her grip just a little. Her hand strokes the back of your head once, almost absent-mindedly.

Later, back in the battered little hut you share, Shauna presses a damp cloth against your scraped palms, her movements brisk but careful.

“They won’t touch you,” she mutters, low under her breath. “I won’t let them.”

You shake your head, still dazed. “But the Queen card—”

Shauna shrugs, tossing the bloodied cloth aside.

“It’s all bullshit,” she snaps, her voice sharp with contempt. “The wilderness doesn’t get to decide.”

You look at her, this girl who gutted a deer with the ease of someone slicing through fabric, who once held a human heart in her bare hands and didn’t flinch, and you realize she’s not just pretending to believe it.

No, maybe she’s convinced herself of it. Or maybe she’s just too stubborn to accept any other truth.

“You’re mine,” she says again, firmer this time. Like a vow. “And I’m not giving you up.”

[vanpalmr]

THAT'S NOT WHAT YOU'RE HUNGRY FOR YELLOWJACKETS 2.02 | 3.02

[radiance1]

"You fight against a god!" Said the eldritch, nearly undecipherable being that's body twinkled with stars that the JL/YJ (Your choice) had found themselves fighting against after having been sucked into a world not their own. "Do you truly believe yourselves capable of-"

A green sticky note appeared in front of the figure's... Face? They honestly didn't know, seeing as they couldn't tell where exactly this being began and ended.

"Oh- Oh uh." The figure said as its voice lost that booming, echoing quality as it started to shrink. "I gotta, like. Uh." Said the boy that took the being's place, sticky note in hand as he rubbed the back of his neck with a sheepish expression. "Sorry, can we, uh. Continue this later? I gotta walk my dog-"

A moment later, a loud bark broke the new atmosphere, and the child beamed. "Cujo!" He said, holding out his arms as the dog barreled into him. "Okay so I'll just, uh. I'll be right back, okay? Just stay there!" He said, before falling through a portal and leaving.

"So does this mean we technically won-"

[totally-here]

3 times Phantom's Guardian was Mentioned + 1 Time He Showed Up

One

Phantom’s introduction to Young Justice wasn’t as dramatic as Empress’ or Slobo’s, or even Arrowette’s first introduction to the cave. No, it wasn’t during the Olympics, or on a battlefield, and he didn’t come in injured and looking for help. 

Impulse just brought Phantom in one day and insisted that he should join because he’s their age, interested in justice, and now that Greta’s human again they need another ghost member. So Phantom stayed, popping in and out for missions but never really sticking around all that long. 

Today is one of the days that Phantom’s with them on a mission, that being looking around a lab of the Brain’s that had an energy surge recently, despite it being presumably abandoned. 

Kon got paired up with Phantom to check the rest out first, since they both have better hearing than Anita and Tim, who were both still in the main room working on checking the computers for previous activity. 

The room is dark except for the light green ball glowing slightly above Phantom’s hand. He waves it around enough for it to reflect off of glass, then throws it up to the ceiling. The light expands enough to illuminate the room. 

Phantom mumbles about not knowing he could do that. Kon ignores him and moves closer to inspect the glass tubes to the side of several monitors set up. 

“Looks like cloning equipment,” Phantom says, casually. He drags a finger through the dust gathering on one of the monitors. “Don’t think they’ve been activated recently, though, so that’s good.”

“What? You got a problem with clones or something?” It’s a quick and defensive answer, and Phantom puts his hands up in surrender. 

“Not in concept.” He shrugs and joins Kon near the tubes. “But not a lot of people ask before making clones.”

“So I don’t need to sic Superman on you?” Obviously Kon could chew Phantom out himself, but few can do a “not mad, just disappointed” face better than Clark. 

Phantom scrunches his face. “Why would you need to?” 

Kon stops pretending to inspect the tube and stares at Phantom. “You do know I’m a clone, right?” The blank look on Phantom’s face tells him that no, he did not. “Well I am. Clone of Superman, though we’re pretty much brothers now.”

“Cool,” Phantom says, not a bit less friendly. He hesitates for a second before continuing, “Could I maybe ask you how you got there? Me and my clone have landed on cousins, but that was also, like, given to us by her evil dad. So.”

Phantom trails off. Huh, that makes three members of the team that have been cloned. Not a lot, but it’s weird that it’s happened three times. 

“You’re making sure she feels accepted, right?” 

“Yeah! Well, whenever she’s around. She,” Phantom waves his hand around, looking for the right word, “She’s a wanderer. Exploring the world and stuff. But Richard has a room for her at home, and I remind her of that whenever she does stop by.” 

“Well, first of all, don’t push it so hard,” Kon says. Phantom nods enthusiastically. “And second, who’s Richard?”

Kon doesn’t know a lot of Richards, and he doesn’t think that Phantom ever mentioned one before. Or even if he remembers his living life. 

“Oh, he’s my, uh, guardian? I guess that’s the best term. The guy I’m living with who forces me to go to school sometimes.” Phantom looks away and back to the tubes. 

Before Kon can ask for more details, Robin and Empress come in with a report of dead computers and wanting to know where they’re at with the cloning room.

They’re unimpressed with their lack of progress.

Two

Wally doesn’t really need to come by the Hamilton Lodge that often, not when that’s Young Justice’s territory and he doesn’t want to get involved in all of That.

But Red Tornado said that the team has a file on a planet that’s very quickly becoming a league problem, and he figured it might be a good time to try to check in with Bart, anyway. Make sure he hasn’t run any cars off cliffs again and all that. 

So he stops by Manchester to ask Bart about the file, then they both head East to actually find it. 

When they arrive at the hotel minutes later, Wally’s surprised to actually find it… clean? There’s no visible trash or overturned furniture or anything else he’d expect from an abandoned hotel filled with teenagers. Well, maybe not filled, lately. He doesn’t think anyone’s living here currently, with Greta at Elias’ for the school year and Slobo gone. 

Still, the room smells slightly of artificial pine scent, and Bart perks up before disappearing and reappearing rapidly, holding a teammate up by his armpits. Said teammate just accepts this, his legs folding into a wispy tail, and head rolling against his shoulders. 

“This is Phantom!” Bart holds him up higher. Phantom waves. Wally’s only heard of him through Max’s updates, the same way he would hear about Preston or Carol, but with more wariness about the supposed ghost. 

Actually looking at the pale face and glowing green eyes contrasting against the darker than dark jumpsuit, Wally’s a little more ready to accept his claim at being undead. 

“He stress cleans,” Bart explains, moving to carry Phantom under his arm. Wally bites down the urge to tell him to put him down, but only because Phantom doesn’t resist the hold, only moving to get into a more comfortable position. His hands are touching the floor. “So what happened?” 

Bart directs the question downwards, and Phantom heaves a very dramatic sigh. Definitely a teenager. It does raise the question of who exactly this kid’s mentor is. Hopefully he does have one. Maybe he’s the Spectre’s kid?

Phantom phases through the arm holding him only to lay on top of Bart’s hair. “I accidentally called Richard dad. And then fled.” 

Bart nods sagely. “Classic. One time I accidentally called Max dad, so I had to start a fire to distract him.”

Phantom sighs again, almost dreamily. “Genius.” 

Wally doesn’t have time to unpack all of that. Well he does, but he’s not going to, because there’s really only one Richard that comes to mind that might have the heart to take in a dead kid, even if he doesn’t go by his full name.

But surely Dick would have told him, or any other Titan, if he had adopted a kid. Right?

But there’s still a little shadow of doubt. Maybe Dick wanted it to be a secret, or it was really new or had a rocky start. Phantom doesn’t seem to hold himself like a Bat, but it’s not a guarantee Dick would have trained him. 

“The lodge looks nice,” Wally offers out loud, which Phantom shrugs at and wraps his tail around Bart’s head to keep secure. “Anyway, Impulse. The file on Myrg?” 

“Oh yeah!” Again, Bart disappears then reappears a few seconds later with a paper file. They really need to start digitizing more of these things. “That’s the planet where we played baseball so that they wouldn’t destroy Earth!” 

“You what.” 

The prospect of Dick following in his dad’s footsteps is forgotten in the face of what the hell Young Justice got up to on Myrg. 

Three

Tim may be in a…Predicament. 

It’s not his fault. Really. He knew what he was doing. He couldn’t let a civilian fall for the trap. But they were already so close, so he just, kinda, pushed himself into the rope instead. 

So there Robin is, tied upside down in a warehouse, with the Joker below next to an overly complicated control panel. The clown’s rambling about bombs hidden all over the city that Tim knows Batman is already tracking down with Batgirl. 

Tim’s not really paying attention to the rant because of that, more focused on wiggling enough to get the spare mini-birdarang out of his glove to cut the rope without notifying the Joker. 

“Yikes, bad time?” Asks Phantom’s voice beside him. Based on the source and accounting for the slight echo, he’s floating with his head near Tim’s, likely upside down. “Want some help?” 

Tim gets the birdarang out and starts sawing at the thick rope. They should be fine anyway, but stalling the Joker for extra time would be helpful. “Can you possess the Joker? Just hold him still.”

“The correct term is overshadow, but sure.” The voice disappears, and a few seconds later the Joker freezes. 

His body jerks forward, then backward, and a laugh chokes out of his throat. His hand claws over his mouth at the noise and he hunches over. All movement halts before he rights himself, shaking out his hands and rolling his shoulders. Phantom looks up at Tim and his eyes are glowing. 

Tim cuts through the rope, kicking and using the momentum to right himself and land on his feet. He brushes past Phantom in Joker’s body to handle the control panel. He turns off the radio broadcast and dismantles the bomb strapped to the panel.

Threat handled, he turns to Phantom and holds up some handcuffs. “Let me arrest you?”

Phantom obliges, turning the Joker’s body around and putting his hands behind his back. Tim lets him walk by himself out of the warehouse and moves the handcuffs around a lamppost. The Joker’s body jerks again, then slumps forward, just as Phantom reappears next to him, scowling down at the unconscious body. 

“That felt really slimy. Zero out of ten, would not do again,” Phantom grouches. 

“Why’re you in Gotham?” Tim asks. It’s not like Phantom makes a habit of visiting. The last time he came into the city, he complained about feeling the dead under the streets. Fortunately, that let Tim uncover a few tunnels that Talons travel through. Phantom, however, was unnerved by the Talons and left quickly. 

“Oh, Solomon Grundy’s back in our sewers. Richard said I should probably tell one of you Gotham heroes, since you keep track of those guys.” He shakes out his hands like they were cramped in the Joker. 

They hadn’t seen Grundy in a while. Tim assumed he was currently in a less violent personality. “What’s he doing?” 

Phantom shrugs. “Just chilling. Mostly underground. I tried to talk to him but he only grunted back at me. He also tried to pick me up, dunno what that was about.”

“Maybe because you’re both dead?” Tim guessed. That would be a surface level connection. Ivy and Woodrue have had more luck working with Grundy than anyone, and Phantom definitely doesn’t have the connection to the Green that’d help with that. 

Police lights turn around the corner, and Tim shoots a grapple to get to the roof above them. Phantom follows, but disappears as soon as they’re on the roof. Going back home, probably. 

Cass drops down from the roof she was listening on. “Richard?”

“Not the same one.”

They both stick around long enough to watch the Joker get put into the cop car. 

Plus one

A spaceship landed in the forests of New York, and Cassie’s team was the first to respond to it. Technically not respond, but check it out, since there wasn’t any alert or anything. 

Still, Wonder Girl has Empress, Robin, and Superboy on the other side of the ship, watching what looks like the back door, while she, Impulse, and Phantom watch the other door and main window. She has binoculars, but the windows are so tinted she can’t quite make anything out. 

No aliens have come out yet, and she hesitates to have anyone go in, in case whoever inside does turn hostile. 

Impulse has offered to run through a total of five times already, and it’s a testament to his restraint that he hasn’t, and a testament to Cassie’s that she hasn’t yelled at him yet. Phantom at least isn’t being annoying, but he’s not necessarily helpful, either. He’s not even watching the spaceship anymore. Now he’s trying to make a flower crown out of dandelions. 

“Door’s opening on our side,” Robin says from the comms. “But no one’s coming out.” 

“Alright, good enough to try to get in,” Cassie decides. She turns to Phantom, who’s closing off the circle of flowers. Beside him, Impulse has since pulled out a gameboy. “Phantom, go in invisibly through the open door and report back. Try to see what their plans are.” 

“Oh, sure. One second.” Phantom finishes the crown and tries to put it on Bart’s head. It doesn’t quite fit over his mane of hair, but Phantom shrugs and leaves it sitting there anyway before going invisible. 

“Maybe I should shave my head again,” Bart says as his game character dies. 

He gets a resounding no in response. 

Half an hour later they have a very annoyed Green Lantern lecturing them about league jurisdiction and knowing when to call someone else. 

Apparently, the alien ship was just stopping to complete some maintenance, and did not appreciate any spying on them, and especially did not appreciate who did it. Green Lantern was more than happy to explain that Wonder Girl’s team is not really a part of the Justice League and he can help with their maintenance. They denied his help and left to find a place with less people in it. 

“-and you!” Green Lantern rounds on Phantom next, but Cassie knows none of them are really listening. Sure, they messed up by freaking out the visiting aliens, and yeah maybe they should have contacted the league about it, but they’ve dealt with stuff worse than this! It’s not Cassie’s fault she thought that this would have stuck to the formula. 

“Who even are you?” Green Lantern runs a hand through his black hair, stupid green gauntlets shining in the sunlight. “Do I need to call your mentor?” He frowns. “Or do they know you mess up alien technology by just being around it?” 

Phantom scoffs and rolls his eyes. “How was I supposed to know their tech would go all fuzzy when I came in?” 

“You wouldn’t have to know if you just stayed out of the spaceship!” 

“Hey!” Cassie cuts in. “Technically that was my call. It’s not all on Phantom.”

“I still could've been more careful,” Phantom says to her, ignoring Green Lantern as they argue about blame. 

“Cut it out for a second, okay?” Green Lantern puts a hand between them and they stop to glare at him. He pulls the hand back. “Look, can I just talk to one of your adults about this?” 

Robin glares. “We don’t need an adult. We have this under control.”

“Only because I’m here now.” 

“I’ll call my mentor,” Phantom says. Kon opens his mouth, most likely to offer to call Superman instead in hopes of a lighter sentence, but Bart covers his mouth, smiling like he knows something Cassie doesn’t. Tim and Anita share a look, and don’t intervene as Phantom pulls out a phone from his chest. 

It rings once before it’s picked up. Cassie can’t hear the other side of the conversation, but Kon’s eyebrows scrunch in confusion. “Hey, do you think you can pick me up? Green Lantern wants to talk to you.” Phantom looks Green Lantern up and down then says, “No, this one doesn’t have a cape.”

Phantom says goodbye after rattling off their coordinates, hangs up, and stares at Green Lantern in silence for a few seconds. 

And then a swirling mass of black seeps into the space next to Phantom. The end of a cane steps out of it, followed by a leg, then the rest of the immaculately dressed man holding the handle of the cane that’s shaped like a bird’s head. 

“Phantom,” The man says. His voice drips with condescension in only a way a british accent can, yet Phantom smiles up at him. The shadowy portal behind him disappears. “What, exactly, happened?”

“That’s the fucking Shade,” Anita hisses to Robin, who shrugs noncommittedly at her. Green Lantern seems to recognise him too, taking a step back and clenching his hand that holds his ring. 

“Well, the team and I were staking out this spaceship–super cool, by the way–and I went inside to check it out, but my presence messed with their tech–which was an accident–and they freaked out, so I freaked out, and then we kinda got into a little fight until Green Lantern came to mediate.”

“Hm. Is that right?” The Shade asks Green Lantern, who nods slowly, still anticipating an attack. “It seems like the problem’s fixed, then.”

“Well, yes, but–”

“And it does seem about time for these kids to get home, doesn't it?” The Shade pulls out an actual pocket watch, chain and all, from his suit pocket and takes his time in checking it. “I’ll see them home.” 

Shadows grow from behind the team, swirling until they become a giant, gaping maw that swallows them up and spits them out in a different forest, or maybe just a different part of the same forest. 

Either way, Cassie has to take a moment to make sure she doesn’t throw up from the sudden vertigo the shadow portal caused. 

The Shade looks at Phantom, and raises an eyebrow. “You can’t expect me to always bail you out.” 

Phantom shrugs, looking guilty. “I know. Thanks, Richard.”

Oh, so that’s who Richard is. Annoyingly, neither Tim or Bart look surprised by this revelation.

[valnvy]

i go insane everytime i think about them

[invincibledc]

“Lucky bastard”

(YJ version) Robin/Nightwing X Super!Reader

→Genre: Fluff

“Woah! I didn’t know you can cook a 5 star meal!” Wally said as he blitz over to check out the steak you made with asparagus. You only shrugged as you sit the place down, Wally immediately gobbled it up. Ending with him with a bloated belly filled with a good hot meal.

Robin walks in the kitchen to see you cleaning where you cooked as Wally looked at his best friend. “Dude! Sups over here can cook a mean dish. You gotta try their steak” he says. Robin smiled, “Aw man..wish I had my own plate when I came earlier..”

You rolled your eyes as you opened the microwave to pull out an extra plate of what Wally had. “I heard your stomach growling birdy. Eat up.” You put the plate gently on the counter as robin got a knife and fork to eat it. As he took the first bite, he went into flavor town as he couldn’t believe you made this. “Woah..”

“I know right dude! It’s amazing..you don’t mind if I take a small piece rig—” “NO BACK OFF WALLY!” Robin immediately covered his plate with his body. Eyes furrowed down, Wally backed away shock. “Woah man..didn’t know you were that hungry.” And with that, Wally sped off. Leaving you and Robin alone, you laughed at the speedster speeding away as Robin went ham mode on the steak.

Having steak juice running from his mouth made you cringe. You grabbed a paper towel as you inched towards him, wiping the juices off his mouth and side of his lips. You felt Robin tense with hearing his heart rate go up. The boy wonder slowly turns his head at you, you tried to ignore the teen’s stare as you wiped the last mess on his lips. Throwing away the paper towel, Robin caught your attention when he grabbed your wrist gently.

“Whoever marries you in the future is one lucky bastard.” He says with a smile, he then goes back to eating the steak and asparagus. You only laughed, walking out the kitchen as the boy wonder feed himself to what he feel inlove with.

Years later….

Dick was in his casual clothes as he looked outside the window, showing the beautiful night sky. He smiled, looking down at his left hand. That beautiful ring that shows off who he belongs to, that moment was ruined when his stomach growled. Dick groaned, sitting down in his bed as he wondered when dinner will be done.

But the gods have answered when your voice ran through the apartment

“DICK!! Dinner is done, I can hear that monster of your stomach calling for food!” You yelled, ending it with that beautiful laugh of yours. Dick’s eyes widened, getting up from the bed and running down the hall to the kitchen. There you were with an apron as Hailey barked seeing her human dad. “Ah it’s my favorite…the one that made me fall in love with you.” He pointed to the plate you held out to him.

“Steak and asparagus.” You both said, laughing before dick kissed you sweetly on your lips. You had to move the plate from you as dick then started to hungrily kiss you, having one hand on your lower back. Pushing your body towards him more. You had to break the kiss as dick laid his head on your shoulder.

“Cmon let’s eat, dick..” you said smiling, dick hummed. Smiling with a nod of his own he took his plate while you took yours.

He sure is a lucky bastard for life.

[natsredbra]

Lights, camera…oh

summary: making a sex tape with nat

warnings: modern!collage!au, smut/what plot, n!receiving, filming- obviously, bondage, strap referred to as cock/dick, afab!reader but no pronouns, very crude, I’m sorry if there’s anything else and i forgot it

a/n: this is a complete ovulation thought and is probably bad but i know you’re all a bunch of freaks anyway soo…also anon who requested the sister paxton fic/ oneshot, it’ll likely be out tomorrow. english isn’t my first language!!

word count: 1.7k

“And you wanna do this how?” You asked, a bit skeptical to her bright idea

“Well we could just like- set up a phone or hold it. It’s fine if you don’t want to, I’ve just thought about it for a while, so…” She said with uncertainty

You thought for a moment, your eyes narrowed as you looked at her. “Okay.” Slipped from your lips, your shit eating grin growing more and more as you thought about it.

At first you sure were hesitant, making a video like that was extremely risky, and it made you a bit queasy, knowing you’d be able to watch yourself in your most vulnerable state, as well as the fact that it could be a bit uncomfortable, managing a phone while you dicked your girl down. But honestly, it also seemed very hot. Just the thought of being able to watch all of it back while she was in class or at work was indeed more than appealing.

“Uh, really? Oh, cool! You wanna do it right now?” She stammered, almost bubbling with excitement, as much as she tried to hide it.

“I mean- sure. You want me to spruce up a little or something?” You asked, a little nervous

“No no, you’re perfect.” She said, before hurrying into your shared bedroom to get her phone, and a few other things.

After a minute or two she came back with the device, as well as a sleek black bullet vibrator, lube and your famous and beloved strap, along with her very favorite dildo. She prefers girth over length, you learned on your fifth or sixth date a couple years ago, when she begged you to stuff a fourth finger into her already very stretched hole.

“Okay so first we can just- put it there and later if we wanna do a close up or something we can pick it up.” She explained, already setting the phone down.

As she did, she walked over to where you sat on the couch, sitting beside you. “Don’t stress, okay? We can stop anytime if you want.” She said, though she didn’t have the chance to say much before you leaned in, pressing a slow kiss to her lips.

It was passionate, a bit of tongue and no roughness of your teeth. In seconds you found yourself leading her to wrap her legs around your hips as you softly pushed her down onto your sofa, which was thankfully for this endeavor- leather.

The feeling of her lips on yours was familiar, yet strangely exciting every time. You cupped one side of her face while you disconnected your lips from hers for a moment. You did it to catch your breath, but when you looked down at her flushed form, it was gone again. Your lips started trailing her jawline as her fingers tangled in your hair, pulling it softly (for now, at least).

“You feel so good.” She breathed out, desperately trying to hold on to any thread of dignity she had left.

“Say it louder for the camera, baby.” You mumbled teasingly, smirking against the column of her neck.

She mewled under you, already rocking her hips upwards. She never was patient, always wanting to get to it right away, but it just made it funner for you to tease her. You finally pushed her shirt up, delivering a sloppy, open mouthed kiss to her stomach before pulling it all the way off. She looked beautiful, really- already fucked out, even though you barely touched her.

“Fuck, stop teasing.” She panted above you, which was very much in vain.

You climbed back up, giving her a chaste kiss and slipping your thigh between her legs, also swallowing her little whimper.

“That good huh?” You teased against her lips

Natalie shamelessly ground upwards, chasing the friction that your leg was providing, so she was very much unable to answer.

“Sit up.” You instructed, biting your lip and moving over so you weren’t in the shot, and-

Oh.

Oh.

She realized exactly what you were planing, doing as she was told and teasingly dragging her sweatpants down. Her lower half was the part of her body the camera now caught, and she seemed to take control of it perfectly.

“Spread those legs, c’mon.” You said, brushing some hair out of her face.

Safe to say, she did part them, showing off a ridiculously big wet patch on her white cotton panties. You shot her a small nod for permission to take those off too. She dragged them down her legs oh so slowly, revealing her puffy pussy, which was directly facing the camera. The erotic sight made your mouth water, so you barely noticed that she threw her underwear somewhere across the room.

“Play with it a little, show me how much you want it.” You said in a low tone, and practically witnessed all her breath leaving her lungs.

She didn’t need to be told twice, her hand traveling south to spread her lips, rubbing her clit in slow, taunting motions. You cursed under your breath- sure, you wanted to tease her for longer, but it was becoming too much for you as well. So you got on your knees, pressing hot kisses to her thighs. Soon enough, you pressed a small one to her clit, making the girl suck in a sharp breath, and you shoot her a mocking glance.

“You’re such a good girl, Nat.” You spoke, inches away from her heat

“Oh, uh- thank- thank you.” She stammered, it was obvious that words weren’t her best bet right now.

However, you did decide to stop agonizing her, dwelling your tongue across her, licking up her wetness. Your lips found her clit, nipping the bud before wrapping your lips around it. Your tongue traced it softly as your middle finger poked and prodded at her inviting hole, just begging to be inside of it. She seemed to think so too, jerking her hips in order to get more and more.

You finally entered her, dragging your digit across her and curling it up inside her sweet spot. You could already feel her walls fluttering around you- but you weren’t gonna let it happen so easily. The second your ministrations stopped she let out a pathetic whine in protest

“Oh you know you’ll get what you want, do you really wanna cum before the fun even starts?” You asked, looking up at her, to which she shook her head and gave you an eye roll.

“Okay, then be good and lay down again.” You said, hovering on top of her immediately, guiding her hand to your belt, which she unhooked. She probably thought you would just take off your jeans and scissor her to death. Wrong.

You straddled her as you pulled your belt out of the loops, leaning down to tie her hands. She let out a soft gasp as you tightened it.

“Keep ‘em above your head, not much you can do anyway.” You said with a chuckle, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips.

Over at the coffee table, right next to her phone rested the forementioned vibrator that you grabbed, bringing it to Nat’s quivering pussy and dragging it across the sweet folds. She’s usually not loud or all that whiny, but right now is a different story.

Under you, she made the prettiest sounds you’d ever heard from her. Her hair was mussed up and eyeliner smudged, making her look even more fuckable. Not that she wasn’t- almost always.

“I want you so bad. Fuck Y/N, I need your strap, now.” She whimpered, breathing heavily.

You chuckled softly- how could you deny her anything? She was definitely too cute to resist, and honestly- you wanted to see her ruined.

So you swiftly went off camera again, slipping your the harness on and tightening it. She was sprawled across the couch, rubbing her thighs together for any hope of friction.

You got back, hovering on top of her, before you could even ask her anything she nodded in encouragement, raising her head to kiss your lips.

“Tell me to stop whenever.” You reassured firmly, knowing it most likely will not happen.

The tip of the purple dildo finally entered her, and she seemed to be ecstatic, as if she’d been hungry for years and you were her first meal. It didn’t take long for you to start thrusting into her just the was she liked it- slow and hard. You reached for the phone, now filming her close up.

You were almost too excited for future you, getting to watch this when she was away, and sending her a little text about it so she couldn’t stop thinking of you. But hey- live in the now, right? And the now is fucking amazing.

Since you were focused on recording, she was fucking herself onto your cock, aching to rub her abandoned clit as her pleasure grew. You could see it in her face- her half lidded eyes and slack jaw.

Pointing the camera down, you caught, on video, Natalie Scatorccio’s cunt hungrily taking all of your thick dick and getting drunk on it. Her pussy was making obscene wet sounds, chasing its twisted pleasure. Taking the almost forgotten vibe, you placed it down on her clit, finally earning an honest to god moan from her. Recorded it too.

“Pl- please please, I’m so close-“ She stammered out desperately, sounding genuinely scared for you to not let her finish. Now, you let the video focus on her face while she looked right at it. Jesus fucking Christ.

“Go on baby, cum for me” You spoke above her, witnessing her face contort in pleasure just seconds after.

And you wouldn’t let out, you fucked her right through it, probably rougher then the whole time. After she rode out her high, you pointed the camera way down again, slipping your strap out of her fucked out pussy- seeing at actually drip. You filmed it winking and stuttering for a few more seconds before cutting the tape off, unbuckling the harness, as well as your belt that was around her wrists and laying on top of her.

“That was fucking amazing.” Nat spoke out in a rough, raspy voice

“Yeah, really fun. Maybe you should do me next time, even it out.” You joked, nuzzling your head into her barely covered chest- mind you, apart from your belt, you were fully clothed whereas she, apart from her bra, was completely naked

“Hm, that’d be nice huh? But uh- Chipotle first?” She asked

“Yeah. Sure.”

[gtgbabie0]

synopsis: {a farewell to your girlfriend before she leaves to try and get help}

I'm so tired but the season finale gave me a spark to write this, sorry if it sucks I'm exhausted lol. spoilers for ep 10!

It was either the stupidest idea or your salvation— your whole future depends on this grey box that you’re not even sure Natalie knows how to work, watching her barely keep up with the instructions that Hannah frantically spits at her.

“Nat— this is— what if it doesn’t even work.” Your words come out in one shaky breath, fingers itching to grasp at her— to stop her from wandering up those mountains because fuck does the thought of her going up there has your stomach sinking.

“It’s our only chance— we have to— I have to try,” she says it so desperately, because she is, she’s never been this desperate in her entire life— desperate to get the hell out of here, to get you out of here. Natalie will not watch you pull another damn card.

You want to argue with her, but your words seem to fail you. Your teeth gnawing at your bottom lip as Natalie goes through the instructions once more, Hannah occasionally correcting her here and there, but their voices seem so far away—drowned out by the constant stream of panicked thoughts that swamp your mind, all the what-ifs making your throat tighten.

What if she dies up there, what if it doesn’t work, what if Shauna finds out— there was not a chance in hell she’d let her get away with it. what if she slips, what if no one comes, what if this is your last time together?

“You can’t go— please—” you suddenly blurt out in a gasp, hands darting out to hold Natalie’s arm— your fingers curling into the damp furs that drape over her.

“I have to— baby, look at me, hey,” Her hands reach out to hold your face with such a gentleness that it makes you melt, leaning into the roughness of her palms— “It’s gonna work, I’m gonna get us home, I’m getting you home, okay?” her tone leaves no room for doubt, she needs you to believe it.

But it doesn’t snuff out the fear that burns your insides like some wildfire, “Let me come with you.”

“No— you’ll be warmer here, safer.” those words feel a little less believable and Natalie herself can’t stop the way the tone quivers with uncertainty— she had to trust that Van or Tai— Hannah— hell even Misty will have your back if anything happens. It doesn’t bring her much comfort but she knows she’ll be faster going at it alone, she knows this damn forest like the back of her hand— snow and ice be damned. “Just stick to the plan.”

You give her a jerky nod, trying to be brave— “Okay, yeah,” but the way your voice breaks tears that attempt up and she can’t stand it. Natalie tugs you into her arms, her embrace tight, hand clasped around the nape of her neck.

“I promise we’re gonna be okay— I’m gonna see you again, soon.” She promises, fingers tangling in your hair at the back of your head to keep you close for just a moment longer. “You promised me a real date, remember?”

A teary chuckle rips from past your lips, leaning into her touch a little more— relishing in these last few moments of warmth as she peppers kisses to your cheek, “Yeah, I remember— I remember.”

The persistent howling echos out throughout the trees, a hauntingly familiar noise and you get an eerie feeling of déjà vu— it makes your skin itch.

She pulls back, nodding over to Hannah firmly— gaze flickering back to you, brows cinching in pain. “I gotta go.”

“Be safe—”

Natalie nods once more, swallowing back a sob that climbs up her throat— “I will, I swear.” she drops her forehead against your own.

“I love you, Natalie, I love you so much.” Your words are slightly muffled against her lips, spoken between kisses as she replies with an equally muffled— “I love you too, so fucking much.” and she deepens the kiss until her lungs ache— breathing you in and squeezing you in her arms before walking away, grasping onto that grey box like a lifeline.

Natalie doesn’t look back. She’ll see you soon.

[f4ggydog]

lottie x reader: point of no return🔞

warnings: noncon, smut, force/coercion, dead dove, dark lottie, omegaverse dynamics, alpha lottie, breeding, deflowering, blood, lottie has a cock, reader has a pussy

Out of the entire Yellowjackets crowd, only two of them were alphas. Those roles belonged to Shauna and Lottie. And Shauna was the only one who obtained a breeder, which was the unfortunate Melissa who definitely didn’t consent to being picked. But in a way, despite Shauna’s undeniable brutality, Lottie still led them all.

She had the closest connection to the wilderness. She was the first to don the antler queen crown. Lottie led the ritual during Coach Ben’s feast and Lottie pushed them deeper into the wilderness’ belief system. She never wanted to return home back to her lavish penthouse. Lottie found a purpose inside of the forest that her parents nor her riches could supply. For the first time in ages, Lottie felt complete. She felt like she had a reason to continue living and her service to ‘it’ was a priority she couldn’t ignore.

It called for Lottie to have a mate. Of course you understood the possible implications of that, but you thought there was no way in hell you would get chosen. If anything, you saw the role going to either Akilah or Travis. But, your anxiety grew when you saw Travis wasn’t a part of the draw. That’s okay, though. Literally anyone else could’ve gotten selected. It was going to be alright…until it wasn’t.

You are adamant in your belief that you weren’t supposed to be picked. The cards must’ve been rigged. Van must’ve fucked up the shuffling. What were the odds that you drew the queen? God, you really wish you could’ve gotten yourself into AP Stats.

You were doing so good, evading the howling girls and managing to slip past obstacles in the snow. Your only fault was cutting your foot on a tree branch. But you recovered swiftly from your injury and ignored the blood trickling into the fluffy white. However, the chase couldn’t go in your favor for too long.

You turned one corner and found yourself getting tackled to the floor. You fell face first in the ground, the snow coating your white dress. You quickly crawl backwards until your back hits the tree. Lottie inches closer, a perverted and ominous glint in her eyeballs. She pants, her mouth watering at the thought of conquering your untouched body.

“Get back!” You cry out, shooing Lottie away like she’s a cat sitting on the counter. “I-I reject you.”

“An omega can’t reject their partner,” Lottie chuckles. “Only an alpha gets to decide if they will reject you or not. And, well, I’m definitely not saying no to you.”

“Get away, Lottie!” You shout. “I’m warning you! Leave me alone! Go hunt someone else. I’m not yours!”

“Would you rather wait until we get back to camp?” Lottie smirks. “Would you rather me breed you in front of everyone else? That would send a message, wouldn’t it?”

“No! No, what the fuck? Lottie, I’m not yours! I’m not your mate! I was chosen by chance, not by destiny.”

“This is your role,” Lottie explains. “We all have a job here. The wilderness wanted you to be my perfect little mate. You picked the queen card because it knew you would be fantastic for the job. I could sense it too.”

“What are you talking about? What is it, Lottie?”

Lottie’s smirk only widens.

“It doesn’t have to explain itself. It’s just there, guiding us through every decision and sacrifice it desires. It called on you to be mine. Shauna already had her mate chosen. I can’t be an alpha without my own personal breeder.”

“And I’m sure Melissa’s fucking ecstatic about that decision!” You say sarcastically. “Shauna wouldn’t even let that girl break up with her! Melissa tried to leave and this wolf psychology bullshit wouldn’t let her!”

“Because you can’t just leave. It’s not as simple as that, Y/N. We’re bound by a red string of fate. Once you’re tied to me, you’re connected to me forever. And I will always find you, no matter if we’re miles apart.”

Lottie makes it sound so romantic, as if you aren’t hesitant to be used like an incubator.

“It’s your choice,” Lottie states. “We can have our own private moment here, just the two of us. You become mine without anyone having to witness you at what you would perceive is your… ‘lowest.’ Or I can bring you back and let the others watch.”

Lottie pulls you from your spot under the tree and forces you onto your back. She can feel her cock throbbing in her pants, aching to breach through your pussy and put a baby inside. She squeezes her bulge to provide herself temporary relief and sighs at your mortified figure. It excited her further to see you in distress, to see you ripe for the taking and in terror.

But, you gotta admit that you’d rather have Lottie ravish you here. You can’t imagine the embarrassment of being violated in front of a crowd, them being forced to watch while your innocence is ripped away from you. Of course, if neither was an option, that would be your preference.

“You look so good,” Lottie rasps. “The way your dress gives me easy access, every quiver from your thighs, your breath catching in your throat. It’s too good to ignore.”

Lottie pins your hands together so that your crawling is worthless. Your legs aim to kick at her face, but they miss every time. You’re caught as prey in winter’s harshest hour, yet you don’t feel as frigid as you should.

You’re concerned that frostbite is out of the question. There’s a pool of heat between your legs that spreads its warmth throughout the rest of your body. You feel it soak up in your arms and legs and even your chest. Though, the heat doesn’t seem abnormal or manufactured. It’s legitimate and natural. Not understanding the source only serves to scare you more.

“Look at that.” Lottie presses her hand down on your core, which makes you yelp. Again, your attempts to kick her back are unsuccessful. Frankly, they make you look like a child wrestling with their mother over bedtime. “It knows you were the chosen one. You’re already getting so hot for me.”

You frown, shaking your head like blatant refusal will do you any justice. Lottie’s not discouraged. Your pussy’s a special place to plant her cum inside. She won’t have your fear distract her from fulfilling the wilderness’ orders. Your virginity’s a sacrifice for the satisfaction for the pack. Lottie demands your purity. And in exchange, the pack sleeps another night without death creeping closer. Your virginity’s a present to the gods who aren’t easily pleased, whether you’re an eager donor or otherwise.

“Why is my body doing this?” You whimper.

“Your body wants me just as bad as I want you,” Lottie affirms. “It wants you out of that old dress and naked before me. This isn’t a means of hurting you or punishment. It’s dedication, it’s nourishment, it’s liberation.”

Liberation? To be kept by an alpha’s chains? You almost laughed at that hypothesis. But, that confident gaze in Lottie’s eye was no giggling matter.

She removes the clothing resting on the lower half of her body. You recoil instantly at the size of Lottie’s shaft. She’s thick and fully erect, her tanned flesh twitching at the prospect of slipping inside your moist walls.

“It’s better if you stay still,” Lottie advises. “Makes the process smoother. For both of us, of course.”

You wriggle under Lottie’s grip. Her hand finds its way to the bottom half of your dirty white dress and rips it open. Momentarily, you forget that you were in such a rush to get dressed for the hunt that you didn’t even toss on underwear. Not that a scenario with you wearing undergarments would matter much. Lottie would get to your soft cunt one way or another.

“Exquisite,” Lottie comments, frothing at the mouth. “I don’t even think you need a warm up. That pussy’s ready to be used.”

“Lottie please don’t.” You know begging won’t get you proper solutions. But you’re unsure of what course of action will get Lottie’s erection to simmer down. You’ll try every option you’ve got at your disposal. However, Lottie wields determination like you’ve never observed before.

She pumps her cock in her hand, groaning at the gooey precum that oozes out. Your pussy involuntarily pulses at the sight of such a strong member. Your body’s reactions don’t mean you want this to happen. But even the most headstrong omega can’t ignore their biology.

“It’s not even gonna fit,” you remark. “Y-You’re too big.”

“A good alpha knows how to make it fit for their mate,” Lottie reassures.

Lottie teases the head of her cock against your quivering pussy. She rubs her tip against your slit, mixing it with your juices. Lottie gasps at the sensation, the intense heat overpowering any chill the winter could provide.

“Don’t do this.” Your eyes widen and you stare at Lottie with bated breath. “L-Lottie, I’m not ready. I’m not ready for this.”

“If you weren’t ready, the wilderness wouldn’t have chosen you. You selecting the queen card is sheer proof that this is the time.”

“I-I didn’t know I would get the queen card. I didn’t plan to get it. Lottie, I didn’t want to get it.”

Your pleas are useless chitchat. Lottie wants to get the show on the road. Without further questioning or attempts at distraction, Lottie sinks balls deep into your heat. Despite the warmth, she pierces through like a knife cutting through someone’s skin.

You’ve never been more uncomfortable in your life. You sob, watching as blood trickles down your inner thigh. Lottie chuckles at her work, not bothering to pull back. It hurts so fucking bad. You feel like you’re being split open by Lottie’s penis. You’re in a panicked state, wondering if Lottie’s going to tear you to shreds.

“Your blood makes ideal lube,” Lottie purrs in your ear, her thrusts slow but buried.

���N-No more,” you sniffle. “Lottie, it hurts. Please, pull out. Please, it hurts.”

“Shhhh,” Lottie coos, her cock forcing its entry. “It always hurts for a first timer. I’m sure Melissa was in pain too. You’re being very strong right now, my little breeder.”

Lottie’s told to stop, over and over again. That smile of malice and ownership covers her lips. She’s no longer wilderness grandma who goes around convincing the Yellowjackets to consume shrooms. Lottie’s a fucking queen, a future leader. She’s the child of the forest. She was offered the guiding hand in exchange for authority. Lottie’s a blessing to it and your curse simultaneously.

“Feels so good,” Lottie moans, nibbling on your neck as she rocks your body with her thrusts. “Agh fuck, you feel so fucking good. So tight and wet, shit.”

“Lottie,” you whine your alpha’s name, your pussy still leaking crimson around Lottie’s huge cock.

“That’s it,” Lottie encourages, her hot breath on your collarbone. “Say my name just like that. I know you can take my cock. I know you can handle it.”

The sound of Lottie’s hips bumping against yours makes your skin crawl. Your pussy tightens more around Lottie’s shaft, squeezing it so hard that Lottie might cum too fast. Then she pounds you harder, skin hitting skin like a depraved symphony.

Lottie’s cock caresses you deep, your pussy swallowing her flesh whole. Your head tilts back, sobs and gasps of pain leaving your throat. In return, you get grunts out of Lottie’s mouth. Her hand no longer pins your hands together. She holds you down fully, her body tangled with yours while your face is smothered with rough kisses.

“Yes,” Lottie chants. “God, yes. Fuck, fuck. Take all of me. Take all of me inside of you.”

“Lottie, fuck! I-I can’t-“

“Just let it happen,” Lottie coos. “Let it happen. Let me have you. You were made for this. You were made to be my sweet little cum dump. Your body’s been craving me and my seed.”

Lottie’s ruts grow rapidly in pace. You feel like all the air’s been sucked out of your lungs. Your toes curl as a response to the pricking. The other parts of your body lay stiff, allowing Lottie to consume you until there’s no innocence left.

“I’m gonna cum so hard.” Lottie’s eyes roll back. “Fuck, when I cum inside of that tight little pussy, I’m gonna fill you up for days. You’ll never go without my cum for too long. It’s always gonna be inside of you. Fuck, always!”

“Please, d-don’t cum. Lottie, I can’t get pregnant. P-Please, we’re out here in the middle of freaking nowhere! I-I can’t raise a kid out here.”

“You won’t be alone,” Lottie says. “It’s my child too. I’m gonna be the rightful father. And our child’s going to grow up with such a happy family.”

Lottie leans down to nip you on the nose.

“You’re gonna be such a good parent. Fuck, you’re gonna look so good pumped full of my cum. And when you’ve given birth to our delightful offspring, I’ll fuck you full of cum again. Over and over.”

You can sense that Lottie’s close to spilling. There’s nothing you can do to deter her. You can only lay down and take her cock. You can only hope that the pregnancy will go smoothly. You can only hope that this won’t be enough to create a new life form. Though you know Lottie will try again if no baby is produced this time.

“Such a good little breeder,” Lottie rasps, her cock spasming. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum. Shit, shit. Fuck, I’m gonna cum inside of you baby. Fuck, take it. Take my cum inside of that pretty hole. Shit, shit!”

Before you can protest, a torrent of semen splashes into your womb. Hot ropes of cum shoot inside, stuffing you like a damn turkey. You can barely move. Your world’s been turned upside down. You swear there’s stars floating above you, even though it’s the daytime.

Worst of all, Lottie doesn’t pull out. She ensures that every bit of her cum has been drained before slowly pumping into you again.

“You feel too good,” Lottie pants. “Fuck, I wanna cum in you again. I’m not ready to take you back to the others yet. I just want to fuck you so full. Baby, h-hah….”

You don’t have the energy to argue.

“So good. So fucking good.”

Lottie’s still very much trapped in the heat of the moment. And you are her victim who can’t snap her out of this.

“C-Can’t stop. Need to make sure I give you a baby. Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

It isn’t long before Lottie empties herself again. She growls. More of her semen floods your pussy. She falls on top of you, her thrusts lazy and languid. Her kisses are drooly and Lottie’s saliva covers your face.

Even when Lottie’s had two orgasms, her hips won’t stop moving. Her rhythm isn’t as firm as before, but she never wants to pull out of you. Your pussy’s too snug for her. At this rate, the other will have to drag Lottie away from you.

“Good little breeder,” Lottie says dreamily. “Fuck, I knew you’d be just perfect.”

Tears stream down your cheeks. How many more rounds could Lottie possibly go?

[moesthoughts]

Lottie Matthews as your girlfriend ꪆ୧

pairing ⛧ lottie matthews x fem!reader

warnings ⛧ unmedicated lottie, some nsfw, blood and mentions of cannibalism

summary . . you are on the team in this, you have a bad knee after the crash

pre crash

➛ Lottie had her eye on you since you joined the team late in the year; all she hoped was that you wouldn't bring the team down because you needed to catch up.

➛ Lottie, no matter how much Taissa spoke her ear off about how you were clearly a liability, she couldn't bring herself to dislike your gorgeous face and charm.

➛ Lottie when she eventually began speaking with you more, she discovered how much she liked you. How could anyone not like you with your radiant smile and your genuine concern for the team?

➛ Lottie was the one who introduced you to the team's main friend group and eventually convinced everyone to appreciate you almost as much as she did.

➛ Lottie, who was almost always at your house since she felt so lonely at hers, you two talked for hours, your eyes lingering on each other for longer than normal.

➛ Lottie, the person you confided in when you were stuck in the closet, shared her own experience. You felt your heart skip a beat because she was so kind and gentle with you.

➛ Lottie, who finally realized her actual feelings for you and decided to pursue them instead of ignoring them like she always has. Her hands would stay on your body longer than usual, her touch lingering on your skin when she let go, you'd give her a look which begged her to continue.

➛ Lottie, who decided to confess to you at a sleepover, you practically pounced on her, thankful you finally had her all to yourself.

➛ Lottie, who spoils you with her daddy's money, buying you everything you look at in stores, matching jewelry, you name it.

➛ Lottie, who is always rooting for you even when she's on the field with you, she falls in love with you even more when you score goals.

➛ Lottie, who would let herself get undone around your fingers, whispering your name so prettily. Her moans practically bringing you to your release.

➛ Lottie, who leaves marks below everywhere visible. Not because she’s embarrassed of your relationship, but for the sake of you not being made fun of.

➛ Lottie, who hits all the right spots when her fingers are inside you. Her thumb circling your clit making you grab her wrist, begging for more.

➛ Lottie, who rides your face when you’re eating her out. You treat her so well, she can’t help but grip your hair and moan out your name. Lottie who also eats you out like there’s no tomorrow, nails digging into your thighs, whining when you pull her hair a little too hard.

➛ Lottie, who almost screamed when you made the winning goal for nationals. Who ran to you faster than the team and dragged you into your arms, the word buzz ringing in your ears as the yellowjackets jumped around you.

➛ Lottie, who was quick to sit next to you on the plane, still praising you for how well you did on the field.

➛ Lottie, who grabbed on you for dear life while the plane was going down, squeezing her hand while you tried to process what was going on.

post crash

➛ Lottie, who rushed to your side as soon as she was aware of what was going on. she sucked a breath through her teeth when she saw that big gash on your knee. Her hand went through her hair, rubbing your shoulder while trying to convince you everything was okay.

➛ Lottie, who watched Misty like a hawk while she wrapped your leg with ripped cloth. Anxiety coursed through her veins as she examined how you winced in pain when she pulled it tight. She was thankful that it wasn't as bad as coach ben's lost leg. At least you could walk with a bit of help.

➛ Lottie, who would share her rations with you no matter what. She had water left in her bottle? It was going to you. She'd split her rations with you, giving you the bigger piece obviously.

➛ Lottie, who you comforted when help hasn't come in days. brushing her bangs out of her eyes, whispering in her ear about how everything would be okay. You stroked her hair until she fell asleep.

➛ Lottie, who helped you walk everywhere you needed with your bad knee.

➛ Lottie, who seemed so different once you got to the cabin, distant, watching. Who was 'it'? You had so many questions yet little answers.

➛ Lottie, who grew so distant once Laura lee died. You'd come to her, gripping her arm, desperate for her old self to shine through, talk to you without making you so confused.

➛ Lottie, who was so sure it was right that the cabin burned down, that the group would be safer out in the wilderness. She grabbed you hand for the first time in a while, seeming ecstatic.

➛ Lottie, who took you out to god knows where in the woods. Talking about how "it" was communicating with her, asking if you have heard it too. You had absolutely no idea what she was on about.

➛ Lottie, who convinced you to try her herbal tea, you were thirsty anyway. She helped you so kindly when it hit you, you weren't sure if it was the tea or not, but you've never felt so drawn to Lottie before. You agreed with every question she asked about "it", just desperate to finally get in her pants again.

➛ Lottie, who's kisses were far from gentle anymore. She was practically devouring your mouth, savoring the taste of your lips. She'd bite down on your bottom lip, desperate for more.

➛ Lottie, who ate you out like she was dying of starvation, like she was trying to satisfy her hunger. She'd go past your first orgasm, overstimulating you until tears pricked the corners of your eyes.

➛ Lottie, who'd ramble about how the wilderness was pleased while you fingered her. Her nails dug deep into your back, breaking skin. She'd moan loud, not caring who heard her.

➛ Lottie, who forced you to open your mouth when the group had to resort to cannibalism, shoving the cooked meat into your mouth. It felt so wrong, but you were so hungry, she was only trying to keep you alive.

➛ Lottie, who marked you in places everyone else could see, like you belonged to her. You didn't care what people thought of it anymore.

➛ Lottie, who was confused when you didn't feed into her delusions, she was sure she could convince you. Every time you'd whimper out her name, she'd tell you to thank "it", how it was the one bringing you pleasure.

➛ Lottie, who was happy when you didn't pick the queen card, thankful that you're living through each hunt they have. You couldn't shake the look of disappointment on her face when she didn't pick the card either.

➛ Lottie, who made out with you even with blood on her face. The iron taste of her lips wasn't a stranger to you. You didn't care; you were far gone too.

➛ Lottie, who no matter what was still somewhat gentle with you even after all these months, you can't help but feel safe in her arms.

hey guys... hope you enjoy this cause I'm so in love with Lottie Matthews... REQ ME FORE YELLOWJACKETS IM DESPRATE TO WRITE MORE

[gorgeys]

foragers ★ jackie taylor x fem!reader

you force jackie to go foraging with you and she decides to make the most out of your alone time

warnings: SMUT - dry humping, knee thing, biting, making out word count: 1400

"so...what are we doing out here again?" jackie groans from behind you, mindlessly following you deeper into the woods.

you sigh out of frustration, your eyes still fixed to the ground, looking for plants that might be edible.  you had explained this to her about a hundred times already.

"we're foraging," you say pointedly, crouching down to take a closer look at a random plant.

"oh, we're foraging," jackie mocks, raising her hands in faux surrender though your attention isn't anywhere near her.  "my bad," she says with a teasing laugh.

"can you be serious, for like, two seconds, jackie?" you ask, peeking over your shoulder at her. your face is the picture of irritation.

"um, no," she says, reaching down and tucking your hair behind your ear.  her hand affectionately holds the back of your neck.  "what's the point of this anyway?  we've been out here for hours and barely found anything."

her thumb soothingly strokes your skin, and you can't deny that it makes you feel a little more at ease.

"it doesn't matter.  we just need to put in the effort and show that we're contributing in some way," you say.

to jackie, sounds are coming out of your mouth, but she's more focused on the way your lips seem to move in slow-motion and the precious way you look up at her through fluttering eyelashes.

"the longer we're stuck here, the crazier everyone's gonna get.  we need to make sure we have some sort of role to play so no one has a reason to..."

"to what?  get rid of us?  kill us?  i think you're starting to go a little crazy," jackie says with that carefree smile of hers.

"yeah, maybe," you say, standing up to meet jackie face-to-face.  her hand still lingers on the back of your neck.  "but foraging is easy enough."

you weakly smile at her, but she can see the stress written between your brows.  you've been on edge since the plane crash, always worrying about something.  even though you tried your best to hide it, jackie could tell.

"why don't you just relax a little, huh?" she says, both her hands now finding your neck.  they trail downward, softly tracing over your collarbone, then your shoulders, then your sides.  there's an unmistakable excitement in her eyes.

"jackie," you warn, just before she grabs your hips and pulls you into her, eliciting a soft grunt from the back of your throat.  it only motivates her more.

"lemme help you relax," she says with a lopsided grin.

her hips push into yours as she turns you slightly and guides you backwards.  after nearly stumbling over a fallen branch, your back hits a tree trunk with a thump.

without another thought, jackie's lips attack your neck.  her lips eagerly kiss and suck on your fragile skin, leaving trails of saliva in their wake.  she felt you like this in weeks, so she's more desperate and sloppy than usual.  she wants to consume as much of you as she can, as quickly as you'll let her.

"jackie, someone could see," you say, sounding whinier than you intended, your hands tangling in her bouncy hair like second nature.

"we've been walking for hours, no one's out here," she reassures you, her rapsy voice barely above a whisper.  her fingers start to creep under your shirt, a cool contrast to your warm skin.   "besides, i haven't had you like this in forever," she groans.

she suddenly bites down on the column of your throat, causing you to hiss in response.

"jackie!"  her name leaves your lips, something between a reprimand and a moan, as you throw your head back against the tree.  "marks?"  it had always been something you guys were careful of back home.

"you're so whiny," she mumbles, and you can feel her smiling into your neck.  she loves it.  "forget about everyone else.  you can tell 'em we got attacked by a deer or something."

she bites down in a different spot, and you're about to protest, but her knee finds its way in between your legs and the words die in your throat.  jackie notices and looks up from your neck.  she can see the worries starting to fall from your face, replaced by pleasure.

jackie's hands find your bare back just above your waist.  she pulls you into her while slowly grinding her knee against the crotch of your jeans.  pride immediately washes over her as your mouth falls open and each breath becomes heavier than the last.

"that feels good, doesn't it?" she says, lips ghosting over yours.  she doesn't give you time to respond before she's repeating the same motion.

"mhm, feels good," you say, voice slightly higher pitch.  usually it would take a little more friction and a lot less layers to get you panting like this, but you've been so touch-starved since the crash that you're practically moaning every time jackie even grazes you.

your hands leave jackie's hair and grab her by the jacket to pull her into a needy kiss, tugging her so hard that one of her hands leaves your back to brace herself against the tree.  seeing you with a fistful of her varsity jacket drives her absolutely insane and you know it.  she sucks on your bottom lip hard enough to bruise and pushes her tongue into your mouth.

"jackie," you moan against her lips.  your hips are now working with her knee, trying to produce as much friction as possible.  "you're doing so good," you say, knowing she's a sucker for praise.

she feels herself throb in her cargo shorts, so hard that a quiet moan sneaks past her lips.

"fuck, i missed you," she curses, hand moving up your back under your shirt.  "wanna make you cum so bad."

you whimper at her words, starting to rut yourself against her leg even faster than before.  jackie helps you by pressing her knee even harder into your clothed cunt.  she feels like she's on fire watching how desperate you are to reach your release.  how desperate you are for her to help you get there.

"shit, m'gonna," you warn her after an embarrassingly short amount of time.  your grip tightens on her jacket.

"let go for me," she says, holding your face in her hand so that you can't run from her eye contact.  "please," she begs.  "i need it."  that does it.

"oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, don't stop," you moan, hips bucking into her knee one last time before you're arching and cumming in your panties.

she keeps grinding her knee into you, face beaming with satisfaction as she watches that familiar expression find your face.  she couldn't get enough of it, no matter how many times the two of you had done this.  her ego would be unbearable for the rest of the day knowing she was the one who made you feel like this.

only when you came down from your high did jackie stop.  before she could say anything, you found her lips in a long, gentler kiss.  when you pulled away, her eyes were still squeezed shut and her lips were attempting to follow yours.  you couldn't help but smile: she was just too cute.

once her eyes opened, she looked back at you with so much adoration.

"how was that?" she asked, slightly out of breath, though she already knew the answer.

"i needed that," you say, hand coming up to cradle her face.  she leaned into your touch.  "i missed you too."

she looks absolutely giddy to hear you say that, so much so that she leans in and gives your lips a quick peck.

"wasn't that so much better than looking for berries or whatever?" she asks, hands holding your waist.

"yeah, but we need to find something before we go back so we can at least pretend that we were productive," you say, thumb caressing her cheek.

"hey!  i considered that very productive, actually," she says with that smug, suggestive smirk of hers.

"i don't know if they will, though.  especially when they see these," you say, gesturing to your neck where a few bruises are beginning to form.

"sorry, i got excited," she shrugs, though she doesn't look very sorry.  nevertheless, she leans down and places a kiss on each bruise.  "you're too cute not to eat."

"yeah, yeah," you smile, playfully pushing her off of you.  "you can apologize by finding us some berries before sundown.  preferably ones that won't kill us."

[mirrored-muse]

ᴛᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏᴇᴅ ᴋɪꜱꜱ | ʟ.ᴍ

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 1019

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ʏᴏᴜ ꜱʜᴏᴡ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴄᴇ ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʜɪᴄᴋᴇʏꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇᴀᴍ ɢᴇᴛꜱ ꜱᴜꜱᴘɪᴄɪᴏᴜꜱ.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ʟᴏᴛᴛɪᴇ ᴍᴀᴛᴛʜᴇᴡꜱ x ꜰᴇᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴀ/ɴ: ɪ’ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ꜱᴜᴘᴇʀ ᴄᴏɴꜰɪᴅᴇɴᴛ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ʟᴏᴛᴛɪᴇ ʏᴇᴛ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴀʏ ʙᴇ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴏᴏᴄ, ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɴᴏɴ ᴡʜᴏ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛᴇᴅ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰɪᴄ.

You pull open your gym locker with a quiet sigh, feeling the weight of the day pressing on your shoulders. Practice had gone well enough, but you couldn’t shake the anxiety brewing in your stomach. It’s only now that you’ve had a moment to breathe that you realize something: your neck is bare, and the makeup you’d slathered on this morning to cover the hickeys Lottie gave you is all but gone.

You’ve been running, sweating, and now, you’re left with nothing but those painfully visible marks staring back at you.

You stand there for a moment, frozen, staring at your reflection in the miniature mirror you keep in your locker. You try to gather yourself, pulling your hair over your shoulder in a desperate attempt to hide the mess. Maybe no one will notice.

You try to act casual, as though nothing is wrong as you tug at the hem of your jersey, trying to pull it higher. Your heart pounds as you bend down to grab your gym bag, hoping to just slip out unnoticed. Maybe you can change quickly, sneak away before anyone gets a good look.

But it’s too late.

You hear Van’s voice before you can even turn around.

“Oh shit, what happened to you?” Van asks, pulling at the collar of your uniform, her eyes widening as she spots the blooming bruises on your neck.

You try to shrug it off, but Jackie isn’t letting it slide. “More like who happened to you?” she teases, throwing you a playful smirk. “Looks like someone had a good time last night.”

You can’t help but groan, throwing your head back in frustration. The last thing you wanted was to deal with this right now. You close your gym locker with a soft slam, hoping it’ll block out the smirk on Jackie’s face and the intense curiosity in Van’s eyes.

“Not a word,” you mutter under your breath, but it’s no use, they’re already hooked.

Van raises an eyebrow, clearly enjoying the show. “Who do you think you’re fooling with that?” She points at the faint remnants of makeup trying to cover the bruises, but the marks are still visible, betraying you. “Come on, spill. Who’s the lucky mystery person?”

Jackie laughs, nudging Van. “Oh, I bet it’s someone from the team. She has been staying late after practice.” Her voice is laced with playful sarcasm, but you can see the pure amusement in her eyes.

You shift uncomfortably, reaching up to adjust your collar, but you know it’s no use, there’s no hiding it now. You glance around the locker room, hoping for some escape, but of course, Lottie is standing nearby, pretending to busy herself with her things. Her gaze flicks to yours for a split second, then quickly looks away, her face a little flushed.

You can feel the heat creeping up your neck, but you stay silent, hoping they’ll just move on.

Van narrows her eyes, a sly smile forming. “Seriously, though. No judgment, just… you’ve gotta tell us who has you looking like that.” She steps closer, hands on her hips.

“Was it someone from the other team? Or did you finally give in to someone’s charm on this side of the field?” She presses, moving her eyebrows up and down.

You roll your eyes, trying to brush it off. “it’s nothing-“

Jackie snickers. “Nothing? Come on, we all know better than that.”

You can’t help but glance at Lottie again, who’s still staying suspiciously quiet through everything.

You open your mouth to respond, maybe to deny it again, maybe to come up with some half-assed excuse, but before you can, the sound of the locker room door swinging open steals everyone’s attention.

“Hey, are you guys coming or what?” Tai’s voice cuts through the conversation as she leans against the doorway, already dressed and waiting. “Coach wants us out of here in five.”

You exhale quietly, seizing the opportunity before Van or Jackie can push further.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming,” you say quickly, reaching for your hoodie and pulling it over your head as casually as possible. Jackie gives you a lingering look like she isn’t quite done interrogating you.

Van lets out a dramatic sigh. “Ugh, fine. You’re off the hook… for now.” She points a finger at you, smirking. “But don’t think I won’t figure it out.”

Jackie hums in agreement, but thankfully, neither of them linger. The two of them trail after Tai, their voices fading as they make their way out of the locker room.

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

The room is quieter now, most of the team gone, leaving only the sounds of zippers, bags rustling, and the faint trickle of showers running in the distance. You turn back toward your locker, fingers still gripping the hem of your hoodie when you hear her.

“You okay?”

You don’t have to look to know it’s Lottie.

Her voice is soft and careful.

You glance over your shoulder, finding her still by her locker, hesitating like she isn’t sure if she should come closer. You nod, giving her a small smile.

“Yeah,” you murmur. “Just, wasn’t expecting all of that.”

Lottie exhales a quiet laugh, stepping closer. “I’m sorry,” she says softly. “I didn’t think it’d be that bad.”

You raise an eyebrow at her, tugging at the collar of your hoodie. “Tell that to the team.”

She hums, tilting her head like she’s thinking about it, but something is knowing in her expression like she isn’t sorry at all.

“You covered it up pretty well,” she offers, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. “For a while, at least.”

You huff, resisting the urge to roll your eyes. “Yeah, that worked out great.”

Lottie leans against the lockers beside you, her fingers brushing over the metal absentmindedly. For a second, she doesn’t say anything, just stands there watching you like she’s weighing something in her mind. Then in a voice quiet enough that no one else could hear she speaks.

“I’ll be more careful next time.”

[vansyoungergf]

can i do your makeup ?

fem!reader x teen!van palmer

summery: reader begs van to let her do her makeup while they wait for the rain to stop. van agrees and somehow you end up on her lap… what could really happen ??? you’re just friends…right ??

warnings: shitty smut, oral (r receiving), pornwithplot

this is my first fic in almost 5 years please bear with me as this is probably not that great.. i’m aware liv is nonbinary but it slipped my mind to use they/them for vans pronouns until after i finished writing this i hope that’s okay. if it’s not i can rewrite it !!!

requests: open :)

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“pleaseeeee” you begged. giving the best puppy dog eyes you could. “i promise i won’t mess it up, just this once please”

you and van sat in your shared hut waiting for the rain to stop pouring outside. somehow your little makeup case has made it through the plane crash and the cabin fire. you never really used it only on special occasions like doomcoming and such. but by the looks of outside you would be stuck in the hut for hours and were already bored. why not beg your bestfriend to do her makeup.

you and van hadn’t always been close but after the fire, while everyone built the camp van and taissa broke up. you were the only one there for van, sparking a new friendship. from then on you were attached at the hip, where you went van followed and vise versa. somehow someway between it all you developed feelings for her. not wanting to rush her after breaking it off with taissa you said nothing and let the feelings fester within yourself while being as close to van as ever.

once the camp was finally done being built and it was time to pick roommates it wasn’t even a question. you and van would obviously room together. ending up in a hut with just the two of you was nice, you were able to stay up late if you wanted to talk and no one would care, you personally liked it a lot more the the one shared room of the cabin.

“you’re not doing my makeup, it’ll look weird over the scaring” van huffed while trying to read her book.

“please. i’ll make it look alright, your scars aren’t gonna look weird i promise !! if you want i wont even put makeup over them, ill wipe it off at the end so there’s nothing on them, i promise. please, there’s no mirror. i can’t do my own.” you were desperate at this point and yet van wouldn’t even entertain the idea

“how many times am i going to have to say no” van said, shutting her book and looking over at you

“until you say yes” you smiled.

“okay whatever, but no bright eye shadow. i don’t wanna look like a clown” she rolled her eyes, sighing in defeat.

you squealed and got your makeup box, taking a seat right in front of her and opening up your kit as she closed her eyes waiting for you to start. you tried to get a good angle but couldn’t, huffing and puffing trying to move your arm in a certain way so you could blend out her foundation and it just wasn’t working.

van peaked one eye opened as you looked at her in frustration.

“what are you doing?” she asked slightly laughing at the face you were making

“i can’t do it. i’m gonna break my arm trying to bend it to blend it out. just never mind.” you huffed beginning to put your makeup away and go back to being bored

before you could do so, you were moving. van tugged you onto her lap, straightening her legs so you would be straddling her. the air immediately left your lungs, you were friends of course, you slept next to each other everyday but you had never been this close to her before. especially in this position. looking slightly down at her you swore you could faint as she looked up at you waiting to see if you’d actually stay there.

after a minute of slight awkward hesitation, not knowing if you could fully sit down or not. you finally let yourself put your full weight on the girl beneath you, allowing the skirt you were wearing to flow over both of your legs and let yourself breath and relax. you’re just sitting in your friends lap doing her makeup. no big deal.

“comfy?” van asked once you finally settled.

you nodded your head with your lips close tight, still to scared to make a noise. maybe you were dreaming. you had to be dreaming.

you opened your makeup kit and started on her makeup. you used to do your makeup all the time back home. showing up to school everyday with a new look. you wanted to be a makeup artist when you were older. you loved soccer but you didn’t wanna be a professional like some of the other girls. you just wanted to help other girls feel pretty and express themselves.

van watching you closely as your tongue poked out of your lips a little in concentration, trying to get the makeup just right. she hadn’t a clue what you were really doing, just that you looked pretty doing it.

you were vans best friend. the only one who had really be there for her after her fallout with tai. she helped you keep your mind off of it with jokes and helping her build the huts for the camp. you stayed up late just the two of you talking about everything, what you wanted to do when you got home, what you used to do before the crash, school, girls, everything. no one had been able to understand her quite like you. she loves taissa don’t get her wrong. she would probably classify her as her FIRST love. but this was different then the connection she had with her ex. it feels almost deeper. she knew she could trust you and that you’d always have her back.

you concentrated as hard as you could but you could feel the texture of vans jeans on your bare thighs and she was looking at you so intensely it was hard to actually focus. just being in this position you could feel yourself getting turned on and didn’t know what to do.

van noticed you start to get antsy and put her hands on your hips. “are you okay?” she asked. voices laced with concern. “are you not comfortable??”

“no no i’m okay” you reassured, hoping it was convincing enough.

van didn’t believe you but chose to close her eyes and let you continue on her face. as you did you didn’t realize your hips starts to slightly move back and forth subconsciously. small enough movements that you could barley notice it at first. but van did.

van opened her eyes to look at you so you could put mascara on her. as she looked at you she could see that you’re pupils were wide and you were breathing heavier. somehow not noticing your own movement but van couldn’t handle it. a pretty girl is practically getting herself off on her thighs and she’s expecting to act normal ??

you grind down one more time, slightly harder then before and van can’t take it anymore. her grip on your waist tightens and she stops you. looking you dead in your eyes and you freeze. looking confused..

“do you really not see what you’re doing to me right now?” van asks

“what?” you answered, cheeks turning red

“look” van moves you back slightly to reveal and small wet patch left on her jeans and you wish you could explode right then and there.

you go to climb off of her but her hold on you tightens only letting you move back a little bit. you’d rather be out in the storm then in here any longer. praying to the wilderness it’ll just swallow you up whole.

“oh my god van i’m so sorry i didn’t know i was- i didn’t mean to- oh my god” you don’t even know what to say but luckily you don’t have to try to find words for long before van is pulling you back closer and brings her lips to yours.

you melt into it instantly. having been waiting for this for weeks. it’s better then you could have imagined. quickly getting more heated van starts moving your hips on her thigh again and god does it feel good.

you let out a moan long enough for her to shove her tongue into your mouth and now it’s on. you’re pulling at her shirt trying to get it off of her while she does the same to you.

“fuck baby you’re gorgeous” van says, staring at your partially naked body. of course she had seen you change in the locker rooms after practice but this was different. you get shy under her comment and go to cover yourself up but she grabs your arms and kisses you again.

van lets your arms go in favor for touching your thighs. going up and down under your skirt. just barely close enough to wear you really need her. you pull back from the kiss and whine.

“what baby? what do you need?” she asks with a smirk.

“you” you whined again

“you have me” she said cockily

not able to get the words out you grab her hand and bring it to your clothed center and look her in the eyes. silently begging.

“oh fuck” she whispers and it’s like something snaps in her.

next thing you know you’re on your back with her in between your legs. she slides your panties and skirt down your legs, tossing them somewhere to be found later. what a sight you were. seeing you laying there fully naked for her. van looks up at your face and what a mistake that was. you’re looking at her with the most needy eyes she’s ever seen and she can barely contain herself. she’s been dreaming of this for weeks and it’s about to happen.

she looks at you waiting for you to say you want this. waiting for you to let her touch you. you nod your head and she doesn’t wait a second, her hands are on you.

a finger going up and down your slit and your back immediately arches. not having had sex since before the crash and your fingers only doing so much for yourself you knew you wouldn’t last long but you didn’t care. she slowly puts a finger in watching your face for a negative reaction that never comes.

you moan out begging for more already. needing as much of her as you could take. she slides another finger in, moving back and forth slowly

“that’s it baby, you’re doing so good for me. i’ve been waiting for this” van says unable to take her eyes off of her fingers going in and out of you. almost mesmerized as her fingers get soaked more and more by you.

you’re moaning loud. not caring if the other girls hear but hoping the storm drowns you out. you can’t help it. vans fingers are bigger then yours and god does she stretch you perfectly. she starts to curl her fingers inside of you and you almost scream.

“please please please” you beg over and over again not really even knowing what you’re begging for.

“please what baby? huh? what do you need?” she says almost taunting you.

you don’t say anything just move your hips up and down with her fingers. she takes it as a hint and adds a third finger slowly. it’s a stretch but it feels so good you don’t care.

“can i taste you baby? please” van almost begs and you could cum right there just from the look of desperation on her face. like she needs to taste you or she’ll die. you nod your head and immediately her tongue is on your clit.

this time you can’t hold back the scream you let out and you grind your pussy on her face. chasing the high that you know is coming. it feels like heaven.

fingers still pumping in and out of you she pulls them out and quickly replaces them with her tongue before you can miss them. you didn’t think she could make you feel any better but she does.

“oh fuck baby, i’m gonna cum” you moan loudly. seconds later your cumming all over vans tongue and she swallows every drop. tasting like heaven.

she pulls her face back when you’ve finished, looking at you with a soaking wet face and the biggest grin you’ve ever seen.

she moves up next to you and you lay your head on her chest. both of your hearts racing.

“do you feel okay?” van asks after a few moments of silence and you nod your head against her.

“i like you.” van says, and your head shoots up to look her in the face “i’ve liked you for a while but i didn’t know if you felt the same. if this was just sex for you it’s okay. i understand that but-“

before she could finish you kiss her. it’s soft compared to the first kiss you shared. this one full of reassurance and feelings rather then lust and need.

“i like you too” you said with a slight smile after you pull away

“yeah???” she said perking up. happy to hear it wasn’t just sex

“yeah” you laid your head back on her chest and you both settled down. content in being wrapped up together lulled to sleep by the sounds of the storm and each others breathing.

[wlwxreader]

Queen of the Wilderness

not my gif

Yandere!Lottie Matthews x fem!reader

Summary: After the crash, came the need for survival. And with that, came the hunger. When you get selected as The Queen of Hearts, your girlfriend Lottie does everything she can to keep you safe, and starts to think of you of some kind of almighty being

Warning(s): obsessive behavior, possessive behavior, cannibalism, mentions of blood, Lottie being a cult leader, power dynamics, protective!Lottie

Word Count: 2.6 k words

Request: here

A/N: might make a part 2 idk

Masterlist: tba

You had lost count of how many months you have been stuck in the forest with your teammates.

You used to keep a very precise count. Every time you woke up, you would add another number to the figure. You would repeat it throughout the day, like a mantra that kept you sane.

You stopped counting when Jackie died, and Lottie started to talk about the Wilderness.

It made no sense to keep count anymore. No one would ever come to rescue you. You didn’t want them to, after what you had done. You all had broken a sacred human oath; you had eaten human flesh. Your soul would be forever tainted. It was only fair that you had to live the rest of your days like that, always hungry, always weighed down by your mistakes.

Lottie had changed too, but in a way you didn’t expect to. She was the leader of the group now, always keeping everyone on check.

She also kept them fed.

You never questioned her. You knew her. You knew she was doing whatever she could to keep the group together, and alive. You had known her your entire life, you knew she wouldn’t hurt a fly.

You knew it.

So when they started doing the card game, and she was a willing participant, you knew it was for the best.

“We have to do it, Y/N,” she whispered quietly, rubbing your back as you dry heaved over a bucket. You were in the attic, it was late at night. You could see her silhouette only because of the moon light, shining through the naked trees.

“I know,” you whispered. You moved away from the bucket. No matter how much you hated yourself, your weakened body couldn’t bring itself to throw up.

You had just eaten a person, and you were so hungry you would have gone for another round.

“Come here,” she whispered. Her hands were cold, but when you rested your head on her chest, she was warm. So damn warm against the coldness.

“I hate it,” you said. You wanted to sob, but were too tired to do so.

“I know, baby.”

Her voice was soft, unlike when she talked to the group. With you, she was still warm, she was still Lottie.

“What do you think we would be doing now, if the plane never crashed?” you asked. You used to ask a lot of questions lately; you needed to hear her voice, so it would drown out everything else.

“We’d be in college,” Lottie said. She ran her hand through your hair, and you sighed. “We would be in the same university. I would’ve gotten us a place close to college, and we would be living together.”

“You think?” you asked, sleepily.

“Yeah,” Lottie said, with a certainty that made you feel relaxed. “We’ll always be together, baby. Always.”

You hummed, closing your eyes. You fell into a dreamless sleep, and Lottie allowed you, sitting down on the floor. When she was certain you wouldn’t wake up, she carried you to bed and put all the blankets she could find over your body.

She left the attic with a kiss on your forehead. Almost everyone was already sleeping, laying as close to the fire as they could be. Natalie was laying against one of the walls, deep in thought.

“Have we run out of meat already?” Lottie asked. She crossed her arms, waiting for the blonde to reply.

“We have food for tomorrow’s lunch,” she said. Her eyes were on the rifle, as if she was considering how crazy it would be to get out in the middle of the night to find an animal.

“That’s it?” Lottie looked out the window, as she too was wondering the same thing.

“Yeah,” Natalie sighed. She looked reluctant to even speak the words. “Tomorrow, we’ll have to play again.”

Play. Lottie almost laughed at the word. They haven’t played in too long. Not even since the plane crashed.

“Okay,” she said instead. “I’ll work on it.”

Lottie came back to the attic, and laid down beside you. She put her hand on your cheek, and smiled when you moved closer, seeking her out even in your sleep.

Lottie knew what they were doing, what she was doing, would be considered psychotic if anyone outside of the group were to find out. But they couldn’t hear the whispers that came with the wind, they couldn’t feel the hunger that stuck like cheap gum on long hair. They couldn’t, but she could, and she knew she had to listen to the wilderness to keep you alive.

You were the most important person in her life. You were her lifeline. When she first saw you, her breath had stopped for a second. She had wanted you ever since, and had done everything to ensure you stayed by her side. She had the means for it. Especially now, in the middle of nowhere, with a group of people that would do anything she asked for.

“I’ll keep you safe,” she whispered against your hair. “I promise.”

The Queen of Hearts.

The card stared back at you, almost mockingly.

You swallowed hard, looking around the room. You wanted to take it all in, the tranquility of the cabin before you turned the card around and everyone would be craving your meat like wild animals.

Your eyes caught Lottie’s. She looked beautiful, with her antler crown and her dark brown hair falling on soft waves. She looked back, always aware whenever you looked at her, and the smile she gave you froze midway when she noticed your face.

“No,” she said, arms falling down to her sides. All strength seemed to leave her all at once. While the others kept choosing a different card from the stack, she walked up to you in fast steps.

“Run.”

You looked into her wild eyes, feeling her fingers digging into your arms. You blinked once, twice, and then once more, and before you knew it, the card was on the ground and you were running towards the door.

“It’s Y/N,” Shauna said. She looked detached, gone. Her eyes no longer had any warmth in them.

“Fuck,” Natalie said, looking at Lottie. She rushed to grab the rifle and held tight onto it, making sure no one else would grab it and use it to hunt you.

“She can’t get away,” someone said, and it was as if a light switch was turned on.

Everyone except Lottie and Natalie left the cabin, searching for you. They screamed your name, running in different directions to find you.

“This can’t be right,” Lottie said, completely out of it. She stared at the door, eyes out of focus. “Y/N is mine. They wouldn’t hurt her. The wilderness promised. I promised.”

“I—” Natalie was lost for words. She had never been okay with anything they were doing. She felt guilty; if she had managed to find enough food to keep everyone well fed… “I’m so sorry, Lot.”

Hours went by, and you remained hidden.

You moved stealthily, remembering all the advice Nat had taught you in those times you hunted with her.

Keep your head down. Use the woods to your advantage. Never look back, always move forward.

You did as she had told you all those weeks ago. You could hear them all around you, steps that never flattered unlike yours, screams that called for your blood, for your death.

You kept going, until you fell down. You almost moaned, but held yourself back in time. If they heard you now, it would be over.

You looked at your foot, grabbing it. It hurt like a bitch.

Something moved to your left, and you ignored the pain to get up. You couldn’t fight anyone sitting on the floor.

Instead, you found yourself staring at a white hare. You blinked in disbelief. It couldn’t be possible. Nat and Travis had said time and time again there were no animals left to hunt.

So why was a hare right in front of you?

You watched as it dug into the snow, disappearing from sight. You crawled towards the place the animal had just been at, and you noticed a small hole. With desperation, using the last remaining rays of sunlight, you moved the snow away, trying to find what you thought could be your salvation.

The hare’s den.

Your hands were numb and freezing by the time you found it. There were at least ten of them, piled up together in their home to keep safe from the cold. You felt sorry for a second before you reached for the first one, wasting no time to twist its neck.

“I’m so sorry,” you whispered as you sobbed. You took off your jacket, and laid the animal there. You did the same with the others, only thinking of how long they would keep the group fed.

They wouldn’t go rotten for a while if you kept them by the snow, and someone could make broth with them. If the group was smart, the animals laying on your jacket would keep you fed for well over a month.

You got up when you were done, trying not to think of what you had just done with those innocent hares. Your steps were clumsy and uneven, what with the snow and your throbbing ankle. You took a big sigh, and walked back to the cabin, hoping you could explain yourself before you were attacked by someone, anyone.

When you saw lights by the cabin, you almost went back into the woods. They had regrouped, probably arranging themselves into different groups to cover the entire forest until they found you.

Taissa was the first one to notice you, limping toward the cabin. In a moment of loyalty you had thought long forgotten, she shut her mouth and turned back around, giving you some ahead time to run.

But you didn’t. You moved forward, stepping loudly so everyone could hear.

“Y/N,” Lottie said, out of breath. She ran towards you, wrapping her arms tightly around you, knees deep in the snow you had just fallen to, incapable of holding yourself up anymore.

You knew then, with the way she was holding you, that she would die protecting you. She wouldn’t move away from you even if they crawled at her skin until they reached muscle and bone.

“Lottie,” Shauna said, almost weary. “Move away from Y/N.”

“You won’t take her away from me,” Lottie said. You had never heard her sound so fierce.

“We need food,” Misty said.

“I have food,” you said. Your voice was muffled by Lottie’s chest.

“What?”

You moved away from your girlfriend, and rested the jacket on the ground. Silence was the only response you recieved.

Everyone looked at the hares, in complete confusion.

“It’s not possible,” Natalie said. She kneeled down in front of you and grabbed one of the hares, as if to check if they were real.

“It is,” Lottie said, with a conviction that made you furrow your eyebrows. “Y/N has brought us food. She’s the Wilderness’ daughter.”

“What?” Shauna asked, looking between you and the hares.

“Can’t you see?” Lottie asked, getting up. She faced the entire group with a smile on her face. “She is mine, and she is protected by the Wilderness. The Wilderness is her mother.”

You wanted to shake your head, to tell Lottie to shut up, but you were still in shock. In a few days, you would process everything that had happened and finally understand the severity of the situation, of just how close you had been to being hunted by your own friends, but at the moment you couldn’t think of anything except how scared you were, so you just allowed Lottie to wrap her arms around your forearms, trying to help you get up.

“My foot,” you complained.

“Someone hurt you?” she asked, sweetly. Too cheerful given the situation.

“No.”

But Lottie didn’t hear you. She got up again, looking at the crowd with fire in her eyes.

“Do you see what you have done?” she asked. “You hurt her. You know what would’ve happened if someone had taken her from me?”

The group remained silent, looking at Lottie as if they were mesmerized. A few of the girls had kneeled down to grab one of the hares, them checking too if they were real, and had stayed there, kneeling in front of your girlfriend.

“Everyone would have been killed by the Wilderness. She has been benevolent this time, allowing you to hurt what’s mine and still keeping you fed. But it won’t happen again.”

You looked in disbelief as everyone nodded.

“Now go work on dinner, and be thankful for the food she has brought.”

To your utter surprise, Lottie grabbed you bride style and lifted you up. She made you rest your head on her shoulder, and carried you back to the cabin. 

“I’m sorry, darling,” she whispered as she sat you down in one of the chairs that were by the fire. She kneeled before you, and took off your shoes. “I should’ve kept you safe. You shouldn’t have gotten hurt.”

You watched as she got up to get the little medical supplies there were left. She kneeled and grabbed your swollen foot, and left a kiss on your shin.

“I’ll do better next time,” she promised. She wrapped some bandage over the afflicted zone, apologizing when you complained. “I will. No more card games for you. No one is ever going to touch you again. No one but me.”

“Lottie…”

She gave you a smile after she was done with the bandage. It was slightly crooked, and a little tight, and she knew she should have asked Misty to do it, but she would rather die than see another woman touching you.

You were hers. She could finally understand— it had all happened for a reason. The two of you meeting, you joining the football team, the plane crash… It was all for a reason.

“Don’t you see, baby?” she asked, eyes wide open. A smile split her face in half, making you slightly uneasy. “You are mine. My queen. The child of the Wilderness. We both look out for you.”

On any other day, you would have been combative. You would have told her she was overreacting, and that she should calm down. That the entire thing was maddening, and it was no one’s fault.

But you were so tired, and your leg hurt, and you wanted to cry over the betrayal you had felt when your friends had tried to kill you to eat you.

So instead, you nodded, and followed her back to the attic.

“My baby,” Lottie wrapped a jacket around your shoulders. “You must’ve been so cold. But not anymore.”

She kissed your shoulder when you laid behind her on the bed, and you allowed her to hold you through the night.

Lottie smiled when she felt your breath slow down, indicating you had fallen asleep.

She could hear noises downstairs. The girls were already preparing dinner. She would go down in a while to grab food for the two of you, but until then, she held you tight.

[elysiality]

WOLF IN THE HEADLIGHTS —

natalie scatorccio and shauna shipman.

"How can a girl who couldn't even keep her title as queen keep a girlfriend?"

fuck this. onto rule five then.

rule 5— use violence to subdue the predator.

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-⋆˚꩜｡ synopsis — your little foraging trip with your girlfriend and the dictator of your village quickly goes south when said dictator pulls a knife on you. lucky for you, you've dabbled in the art of self-defense before. (requested !)

-⋆˚꩜｡ content contains !! — fem! reader, spoilers for yellowjackets S3, yellowjackets typical antics, knife to throat bullshittery, flirting, mentions of blood, mild descriptions of cannibalism, shauna shipman, is it really infidelity if you're homoerotically pinning a girl to the floor of the canadian wilderness with a butcher knife in front of your girlfriend?

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oh, for the love of the wilderness.

you're considering foraging for some of the poisonous mushrooms that you were warned to avoid and shoving them in your ears for earplugs.

the dreaded, painful sound of Shauna snarling an insult at Nat reaches your ears for the sixth time in an hour. they can't lay off of each other for ten minutes.

maybe you'd be a little bit more sympathetic towards Shauna in other situations. she's not taking her baby's death very well, as expected.

and yes, she would warrant empathy for that in usual situations, as expected.

that is, if she wouldn't go back to the village after this little trip of your trio was done and dusted and then order around everyone like some sort of fucked up, wilderness stalin. power really does get to one's head.

you feel some ounce of humanity surface in you when you think of the poor scientists. one dead, the other two trapped in the animal pen next to the carefully bred ducks and rabbits as well as their shit hole. and possibly remnants of coach's dead body.

but then it sinks back under the surface, along with the rest of your unimportant emotions. throughout this whole over-extended, impromptu camping trip with your soccer team, you've gained a reputation as the 'aloof' one. which, in wilderness terms, means being assigned hunting duty along with Nat.

you didn't have the same penchant for shooting with a hundred mile radius accuracy like she did, so your job was setting snares along paths where she found the most prey.

that was how you started talking. like— really talking.

pre-crash, your relationship was cordial and friendly— a wave in the hallway, informing each other on Jackie's constant practice time changes and then bitching about it for a little, sharing notes, making assists during games, etc etc, but it never went any further than that.

it was only during these hunting trips that you really started connecting. you were quiet and easy to talk to— a perfect listener to lend your ears to Nat's agitated rants. you told each other about your interests back home— you'd never have a chance to do them again, but it was nice to talk about them nonetheless.

one thing led to another, as it so often does, and you started up a secret relationship before you knew it was happening.

the reason for the secrecy wasn't for fear of homophobia— you were on an all-girls soccer team, for fucks sake, but more so because you started dating when Nat took on the leader role for the team.

building the huts, gathering animals to breed, all these different activities meant that a public relationship would cause quite the scandal, given that your 'community' was small enough to be surveyed from atop of a large rock.

so you kept it under wraps for the time being. the thrill only contributed to your excitement of being in this relationship— secret kisses on hunting trips, moving in with her on pretense of her needing moral support (which isn't even a lie), holding hands under the makeshift table during feasts.

things were about as great as they could be in the middle of nowhere— until they found Coach Scott. until Nat executed him via mercy killing and Shauna blew up on her.

your relationship with Shauna pre-crash was...strained, to say the least. you were friendly enough to each other— but the only reason for that was that Jackie was the bridge between you two.

you were close to her so by extension you were close to Shauna. she was like a second body attached to Jackie, immobile and rendered useless without her. your relationship was strained because it was hard to seperate her from Jackie— Shauna just did whatever Jackie wanted most of the time. you didn't know what her true colours were. you couldn't even imagine her without her other half.

it was only after Jackie's death and the posthumous cannibalisation of her body that Shauna truly started growing into her own person— and that person was not someone you liked at all.

to you, she was lukewarm— an extraordinary achievement, given her feeling blue all the damn time, but you were kind and sweet enough. helping her move around when she started showing, giving her some of your food to help with the unborn baby's growth, defusing the tension between her and Lottie when she started spouting weird shit about the baby— oh sorry, her baby.

you knew she appreciated it, given that she didn't lose her shit with you if you dared to breathe too loudly, so you were as genial to each other as you could muster.

it started to manifest post stillbirth when you realised that your portions of stew were increasing, that Shauna silently contributed to arguments between you and anyone else by glaring menacingly at the offending party, that she willingly helped you with your chores even though you pushed through it in complete silence.

these were jovial enough gestures and you were grateful to her. the only problem you had with her was her attitude towards everyone else— and more specifically, your girlfriend.

for whatever reason, she had it out for Nat, even before her crowning. she hated her with fervid intensity, which heightened your dislike for her.

then came the frog scientists. the poor things stumbled into your village just a few hours too late. they could've dealt with Nat, who would've been merciful. instead, they had to deal with Shauna 'the Butcher' Shipman who'd recently discovered that she liked the taste of blood. oh and of course, Lottie, the wilderness' divine prophet or whatever the fuck, who had kindly given Coach Ben a friend in heaven via axe-to-the-head.

you realised pretty quickly that these scientists could be useful to you. they knew the way back to civilization. they could help you get home. you dared to let yourself think about that word again. home. your friends. your family. school. a normal life.

but of course, life has a way of ripping your happiness out of your hands and landing a solid kick to the groin instead. Lottie chose to stay back. then Shauna. then Tai. Shauna hijacked the gun and took charge of the village, locking up your path to civilization in the animal pen (again). There goes all hopes and dreams of leading a boring, adventure-free life again.

even so, the world kept spinning. which meant another day of scavenging for food out in the wilderness— especially with winter so close by. you feel like quite the worker ant as you push through overgrown shrubs and bushes, two more pairs of footsteps behind you.

everyone felt a bit queasy at the thought of eating meat so soon after the whole Coach Scott fiasco, so you and Nat were told to go out and forage instead. you were more than happy to do this, since it meant you would have time together and you'd be able to pry Nat's thoughts open like a nutshell and let her rant to you.

she seemed to have the same idea, getting skittish and jittery as you got ready, exchanging agonised looks with you while grabbing the grass-woven baskets.

however, on brand with your shitty luck streak, your plans were rudely interrupted by Shauna, who clearly thought that maybe you'd attempt to poison her or something— a very likely possibility, given the Misty incident at the start of your stint in hell and how irritable she was becoming these days. she firmly declared that she was joining you— and of course you couldn't reject your queen. (heavy air quotes on that).

so now you have to go hunting for mushrooms and what not with a very antsy Nat and Shauna, who's always been a ticking time bomb. luckily, you'd remembered that you had strung up some nets around a couple of berry patches deep in the woods, which is where you're on route to right now.

the trip had been relatively peaceful so far, save for the occasional woodland creature sprinting across your path and the sound of dry leaves crunching under your feet— but of course that couldn't last.

you round on the two of them, halting in your tracks. they're arguing about the rescue thing again. good god.

"I've told you hundreds of times before— we can't leave yet because I say so." Shauna reiterates firmly, her grip on her knife tightening till her knuckles turn white.

Nat huffs, dropping her gun on the dirt, locking her eyes onto Shauna. "Then you're clearly a fucking psychopath. D'you think these people are just gonna be our fucking escape route whenever we want? Their fear is gonna dwindle soon and then they're gonna see us for what we really are— a bunch of scared, pathetic teenage girls who eat their friends to survive."

Shauna crosses her arms quietly, advancing on Nat with quiet footsteps. Nat steps back, just slightly, but a twig snaps under her heavy boots and it's enough to catch Shauna's attention. her lips curve upward into a canine-showing grin. like a wolf.

you, however reluctantly, take a step forward, ready to break up any potential fights. it reminds you of the basic rules you've set for yourself when going hunting with Nat— the rules on how to deal with another predator who has their eyes locked on your kill.

rule 1— be ready to intervene.

"No.", Shauna says softly, her intense gaze burning into Nat, "they won't. Because that's not who we are. We're so much more than that."

"Yeah?", Nat challenges, taking a shaky step forward. They're inches away now. "Then enlighten me. Who are we, if we're not the high school seniors who crashed into the middle of nowhere and have had to do horrible, fucked up things to survive?"

Shauna examines her for a moment, her eyes scanning Nat's gaunt, scar-streaked face. "We're predators.", she drawls out. she sounds each syllable out slowly, like she's explaining addition to a pre-schooler. "Yellowjackets, if you will." She grins like a shark.

"We kill to survive. We hunt, because we have to and because we want to. Our village is our nest— colony, pack, whatever you want to call it. We aren't just teenage girls and you know it." she pokes her finger into Nat's chest, rolling her eyes. "You're just too much of a wimp to admit it."

Nat gulps, that heavy, guilt filled gulp you've seen her do so many times— after devouring Jackie, when she found out that Lottie nearly froze to death during the hunting competition, after Javi died. you sigh internally. it's time to step up.

rule 2— create distance between the predator and the prey. DO NOT USE YOUR OWN BODY IF YOU DON'T FANCY BEING EATEN ALIVE.

okay, so you're only following half the rule. so what? you step in front of Nat, effectively shielding her from Shauna's gaze. the only problem? Shauna's attention is on you now.

two blazing brown eyes lock onto yours and you calmly hold her gaze, resisting the urge to drop it and run away squealing like a frightened rabbit.

her eyes are void of any emotion but morbid curiosity. like she's wondering what colour your blood would be. or perhaps how you would taste if she took a bite out of you. you wonder if this is what people mean when they say 'coming face-to-face with death'.

her mental deterioration was one of the most obvious, second to only Lottie's. when Jackie was alive, she was still somewhat tethered to the husk of her old self. the soft-talking, quiet smart girl who preferred to stay in her best friend's shadow. that persona froze to death with Jackie in the snow.

Shauna calls your name in a low voice. a taunting, almost playful tone— an echo of all the times she'd used it while reprimanding you during practice. "Move.", she almost croons, one hand tracing the sheath of her knife.

you stay rooted, raising your hands placatingly.

rule 3— attempt to calm the predator. diverge their attention. use bait if necessary. DO NOT USE YOUR OWN BODY.

"Listen. We have a job to do. I don't care what bullshit you two wanna argue about— don't do it now." you say, readjusting your basket over your shoulder for full mobility. "I get it. You're pissed that no one wants to turn our community into a dictatorship, she's pissed that you don't want us to be rescued and taken home." her eyes narrow dangerously— a sign that you should stop talking. you don't.

"But winter is coming. We need to stock up on food because what happened last time cannot happen again." her eyes flash with just the slightest hint of guilt before it melts into that corroded look that sits on her face all the time.

it haunts you, all of you. the first time you'd tasted human flesh. the hunger. the ravenous feasting. how you had learnt that day that human flesh tasted disturbingly like pork when cooked. how easy it was for civility and morality to leave when hope was lost.

"Come on." You plead with her, your voice dripping with honey. you can feel Nat's heavy breathing on your neck. she's torn between terror and rage. her hand finds yours and she squeezes, an action that does not go unnoticed by Shauna's trained eyes. "Let's go back to foraging. We survived a fucking plane crash. We'll get through this. Together."

oh. you wish you could've taken that last line back. you may have talked her down from the cliff if not for that last line.

something in Shauna's eyes splinters— like a mirror shattering into little shards of glass. her eyes flicker to Nat's neck, where Jackie's necklace sits on her collarbones, glinting gold in the sun.

Jackie. sweet, sweet Jackie, who always pointed out when your shoelaces were untied and redid them for you, who held your hair back when you threw up after a rough night out, who made sure everyone had snacks during halftime, who always let Nat stay over when things got rough at home even if they weren't all that close.

Jackie, who had died so easily, like she was born to die there, nestled under layers of snow shrouding her dead body after an argument with the girl she loved so much.

Jackie, who above all, wanted the group to stay together. who wanted to get through it together.

you tense up. you know what's coming. you can sense the storm brewing in Shauna, you can see it in her eyes. you've finally struck a chord.

"Yeah?", Shauna asks quietly, taking another step forward towards you. you're now mere inches away from each other. her breath is cold against your face.

"And where's she gonna go, even if I do agree to this stupid rescue plan?" it's Nat's turn to tense up. her family has always been a touchy subject for her and for good reason. you place your hand on hers, stepping closer to her body.

"Back home to her shitty trailer? With her alcoholic mom who waits for daddy dearest to come back from beyond the grave?" she's sneering at you. sneering.

you can't remember step four. your fists are clenching and unclenching desperately as you try to resist the urge to beat her into a pulp.

"But of course you'd defend her right?" Shauna taunts further. step four, step four— what was step four?

"You and your pathetic little girlfriend. What a perfect pair. I'm surprised you'd even want her, though."

Shauna directs her attention to Nat now, who's quivering behind you. a lesser woman than your girlfriend would've quailed under that gaze.

"How can a girl who couldn't even keep her title as queen keep a girlfriend?"

fuck this. onto rule five then.

rule 5— use violence to subdue the predator.

in one smooth motion, you vault over to Shauna, closing the gap between you two, tackling her to the ground. your nails, rough and jagged, dig into her wrists, knocking the knife right out of her hands as she hisses in pain.

your fingers close around the handle of the falling knife, already guiding it to her neck. just before you can cut her throat open into a pretty red smile, her hand comes up, gripping onto your wrist, shaking against the force you're using. just barely preventing her own death.

you lock eyes with her. those brown eyes, dark as the earth, once bright as stars, stare back at you. she's shaking under you, and panting, trying to regain her breath. the impact must've knocked the wind right out of her.

your legs are splayed out on either side of her waist, keeping her pinned down. one of your hands, the free one, is keeping her wrist pinned down. the other is holding the knife to her throat, where her other hand desperately struggles against it.

"Do you really think you're that important?", you ask her in a low voice. her eyebrows raise as you press the blade in your hand closer to her throat and she pushes back harder. she makes no move to get you off her even though she probably could— and easily, that too.

you're vaguely aware of Nat's laboured breaths behind you.

"Anyone can do what you do. You aren't our leader— you're just the butcher.", you spit out venomously. "Do you really think anyone would protest if I ended your shit right now?"

she tilts her head at you impassively, but her body trembles under you. you smirk. you know what she's actually feeling.

"You're shaking...", you sing-song gleefully, trailing the knife down her collarbone. she stiffens up as the cold metal scrapes against her bare skin, trailing along the fabric of her cloth.

"Yeah, people tend to do that when they're being threatened with a fucking knife." she grits out. you tut and tighten your grip on her other hand, pinning it forcefully to the ground.

"Come on now. Don't be a smartass..", you roll your eyes, dropping your voice to a low husk that imitates hers. "You look so much better when you shut your mouth."

it's her turn to smirk now. her gaze drops to your lips and she raises her head just enough to press her nose to yours, but you pull away just slightly. you still have a girlfriend, after all.

she snorts, her eyes pulling away from your plush lips to focus on the blade that's now resting against her throat. "I knew you weren't boring."

you raise an eyebrow, digging into her skin just a little— not enough to draw blood, but enough to elicit a delicious gasp out of her. "Was that supposed to be a compliment?"

Shauna shrugs, grinning. her body language betrays that she's loosening up now. her previously strained shoulders have now dropped, and her fingers are indolently intertwined with yours.

perfect.

you stare at each other in a quiet few seconds of silence. then, you brusquely press the knife into her throat, drawing a thin line of blood. the red drips out of the wound, vibrant on her pallid skin.

she chokes in surprise, a whimper of pain finding it's way out of her throat, her eyes widening. the element of surprise. always works.

you lean in a little closer so that your breath mingles with hers. your hair tickles her face, blocking you two from Nat's view.

"Listen to me.", you say genially, holding back a maniacal grin. "You need to drop this whole terrorist act of yours. It's not cute on you." your thoughts wander to Nat and you add, "— and stop targeting Nat to be your stress relief. It's not her fault that we were actually willing to let her lead us. That she was actually capable of doing it too."

Shauna's eyes flicker with a hint of something— admiration, maybe. Nobody has stood up to her like this since— well, since Jackie.

her breathing grows ragged— not in trepidation, but in anticipation. the sicko is enjoying this. she chews her bottom lip, almost agitated, squirming a bit under you. you remain firm as a statue on top of her.

"What if I don't want to?" the statement is almost petulant in nature, but you know what she wants. and if it'll get her to put a halt on her plans for wilderness domination then...

you carve another pretty line across her throat, just below the first one. Shauna groans, her eyes hooding in hunger.

"Then I'll give you want. Do you want to see Jackie again? I know you do. I'll help you. And I'll do it while you're wearing her necklace, so that you can give it back to her."

You tangle your fingers in dark, sunkissed hair, yanking it back so that more of her throat is exposed to you. her Adam's apple bobs tantalizingly, practically begging for you to draw a pretty pattern into it.

you don't. yet.

"Will you be good?" you ask her quietly. her eyes are completely clouded now, scanning your face as though she's seeing you for the first time.

they're still glistening with just the slightest hint of shock. like a deer in the headlights.

your eyes trail to the empty dagger sheath still hanging off her belt, the callouses on her hands from all the time she's spent gutting animals with that beloved knife of hers.

no.

a wolf in the headlights.

"Hey." you prod her throat again with the tip of the knife, glaring. "I asked you a question." you let go of her wrist to move your hand to her chin.

she immediately takes the opportunity to rest her now free hand on your waist where your shirt has ridden up, no doubt leaving dirty streak marks that you're too lazy to clean behind.

you tilt her chin up, forcing her eyes off your lips and back into charged eye contact. she scans your face, as though evaluating you and weighing her choices— before she cedes with a small, almost imperceptible nod.

you smile. "Good dog.", you coo in the most condescending tone you can muster. she bares her teeth at you before snapping her jaw shut, realising that she's only proving your point.

you stay on top of her for one beat— then two—

you roll off of her, dropping her knife to the ground. she immediately straightens up, leaning back on her arms and cracking her neck.

you rub at the crick in your own neck as you smile sweetly at a dumbfounded Nat, who had evidently been watching the whole thing with a wide open jaw.

you strut up to her, your gait eased and relaxed now that you can breathe freely and push her lips closed with a single finger.

"I'm gonna go see if that mushroom thatch we set up last week is still intact." you tell her. she stares at you like you just told her that you wanted to join Lottie's weird prayer circle cult.

you giggle, pressing a chaste kiss to her lips before skipping off. god knows you needed that little stint of open violence. saying that you wanted another hunt would be too crude— but you doubt that anyone would've protested against harming Shauna. except maybe for that little pet of hers, Mel.

Shauna, who had been preoccupied with twirling her knife over in her hands and wiping her own blood off of it, comes to stand next to Nat. she stares off at the spot where you vanished out of sight and into the bushes, her face identical to Nat's. the sight is almost comical.

then finally, after a long, extended pause—

"Hey. You up to sharing?"

Nat whips her head around to glare at Shauna so fast, she thinks she might have whiplash.

"Not a chance in hell, you little bitch."

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a/n: holy moly this took foreverrr— I might go back and proof read this, idk. this also had a lot more shauna x reader than the anon who requested this prob had in mind. sorry anon !

anyways, reminder that requests are open for thoughts, drabbles, etc etc for all the Yellowjackets girls— dead or alive !

[holdyourhandinmine]

𝕜𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕪 𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝 | jackie taylor

♫ 𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘: keep pretending pretty girl • renee rapp

⍟ you've lost count of how many times jackie's come to you drunk, and begging for kisses ⍟

comphet jackie strikes again! w/c: 1.2k

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jackie is drunk.

and not in the way she likes to be- the way she pretends to be; when she still has control over that part of her brain that screams at her. she likes to get a nice buzz going, just enough so she can dance with jeff freely, without her skin crawling with discomfort.

but that buzz in her head has grown exponentially already, and she hasn't even been here long. she probably should've slowed down but when shauna stood her ground and outright refused to go- no matter how many favours she offered up, and you were no where to be found. she couldn't help herself.

the cup that's been the direct cause of all her inhibitions has been refilled and emptied too many times already, and it is manifesting itself in the way her lips are tingling, and itching for a kiss.

jeff takes it out of her hands- smiling nervously at her. they're leant against his truck bed together, and as he slides closer to her- he pulls her into his shoulder and kisses her gently. well, as gently as a teenage boy that only cares about getting into her pants can be.

she shudders.

jeff- as nice as ever, frowns, offering her his jacket. yes, that must be it, she's just cold.

and she takes it.

jeff is nice. he's a good boyfriend- jackie is sure of that.

but he's not as soft as some other people she's kissed, his hands are calloused and dry- but the other's are soft and smooth, he smells like- well, he smells like boy; dirty and musky and icky, she much prefers the fruity, flowery smell that lingers and follows her around after; it must be a mix of the two of yours together.

and the more she thinks about it, the more she thinks of you.

your lips are softer, nicer, warmer- you're not constantly trying to jump her bones. and she could stare at you for hours if she could.

and it's definitely the alcohol thats leading her now, cause she's pulling out of jeff's embrace without a second thought- throwing some excuse over her shoulder and stalking towards the house.

you're normally hiding somewhere when there's a party, whether it's from the crowds, or from her- she doesn't ask.

she spots nat and lottie in the kitchen getting drinks, and she bounds up to them clapping her hands together.

"charlotte! natalie! just the people i wanted to see."

"she doesn't want to see you jackie."

jackie frowns- noting the look shared between the two. and she notices nat's eyes flicker to the direction of the bathroom, and her face splits into a grin.

"thanks nat!"

she bats her eyes at the few people waiting and they step aside for her.

she knocks, "it's jackie! let me in."

the door creeks open slightly- just enough for her to slip in and shut the door with a thud.

the light must be a bit busted in the cramped bathroom cause her eyes strain to adjust. but when they do- they notice you.

sat on the counter with your back to the mirror- your eyes avoid her, staring at the ground, barely acknowledging her.

jackie frowns- her heads still spinning, her cheeks are flushed, and only now is she noticing her lack of balance, she's on the verge of falling face first into you.

your voice cuts through her thoughts sharply, "what are you doing here jackie?"

jackie's lips part slightly, mouth moving, opening and closing- willing the words to come out. nothing but a pathetic sigh vibrate through the air. it slices though the thick tension in the room. the silence is suffocating, and finally, only then- your eyes meet.

jackie pouts, "i love you."

platonically? yes.

romantically?

barring the fact that she has a boyfriend, it's only now- only in moments similar to this. only when it's just you two, locked away from the prying eyes of the world, and gossip-mill of the school. whispered broken promises, and drunken ramblings.

it makes your heart ache, and stomach drop- you know how this will go.

your voice drops softer, a warning, a plea- "jackie."

she hums- liquid courage still pumping through her veins.

"seriously- i love you."

her hands move to cup your cheeks softly- and she leans in.

and you do nothing to stop her.

then.

all you can taste is the alcohol on her lips.

all you can smell is her perfume.

and all you can feel is her hands wrapping around your shoulders.

your hands find their place on her hips and you part you legs more, jackie slotting right in between them.

it's pure bliss and it comes crashing down when the door swings open. jackie is pulling away from you, wiping her swollen lips. there's a slightly dazed look in her eyes but it quickly disappears. you can feel jackie's immediate panic now instead.

"just me- thought you'd want to know jeff's looking for you jack."

natalie.

jackie doesn't even spare you one last look, as she's barreling past nat to exit the bathroom.

"you know nat- usually when someone asked to keep someone else away, they do as asked."

nat scoffs, "it's not my fault jackie's got some freaky mind reading powers."

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like usual- jackie never acknowledges the party with you, so you never bring it up with her.

you guess you're a good friend like that.

it's like nothing even happened.

but you don't even have enough fingers- on both hands, to count how many times this has happened.

it still always was nothing though- at least thats what jackie says. something along the lines of; don't worry about it, it's no big deal, friends help each other out all the time- you're just helping me figure it all out- and you'd be more inclined to believe her if she wasn't drunk every time it happened.

you know it's just an excuse she can hide behind-some junior girls made out during spin the bottle and no one battered an eye cause they were so pissed drunk- so in turn jackie is too, so pissed drunk she can barely see straight- literally.

and what's even more pathetic than that? you will always forgive her. you'll bite your tongue, you won't mention anything, you'll laugh with her, and pretend like she didn't crumble your world- and shatter your heart the other night.

she moves through the school like normal- shauna glued to her side. eyes bright, and smile brighter. she says hello to the people they pass.

she's always within eyesight, always within earshot.

she must know what she's doing, she must know she's very good at hovering just close enough to you, to drive you crazy, like a ghostly presence that haunts you.

she has to know she's doing it on purpose.

jackie taylor is going to be the death of you.

it only takes two weeks before another party is announced.

jackie meets your eyes from across the locker room, and you look away.

you know how this will go anyway- you'll be dragged to this party, and you'll avoid her like the plague. but she'll always sniff you out somehow- it's as if she's got some sixth sense to find you.

then you'll kiss, you'll tell her everything she wants to hear, and then, you'll wake up in the morning and pretend nothing even happened.

jackie can keep pretending all she wants- and you'll be happy to indulge her; every time.

pathetic.