#yjs thoughts 💭

[jesbian04]

Travis is better than me. The moment Shauna brought up Javi like that, I'd bring up her baby. Now we're both upset

[artificialroux]

something about nat and van both having the hardest home lives and childhood but dying because of their kindness

[fairytwles]

yellowjackets 3x08 spoilers!

shauna was the first one to bring cannibalism into the teen timeline with eating jackie’s ear, and now she was the first to bring it into the adult timeline with melissa’s arm…. both of these women being past lovers or people she has had feelings for

[stilinskiandthebanshee]

Natalie Scatorccio x clueless!reader. like nat has been flirting for weeks at parties, but reader still doesn't notice it. and then at a party they are hanging out and a guy flirts with reader, and reader is all "oh he was just being friendly!". nat then realizes that reader is just a little oblivious to verbal forms of flirting, so she decides to SHOW reader that she was flirting...yk

ANON!! Your request has been finished! Guys, I haven’t written anything in maybe going on like 4/5 years so this was very therapeutic for me. I’m posting this immediately because if not I’ll obsess over it and then lock it away in my drafts forever. I stopped this before it got NSFW but I’m open for a second part if requested! Hope y’all enjoy!

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings: Typical shit. Weed, alcohol

The View From Down Under

You hadn’t realized that finally making varsity would mean trading Friday nights with Alina—smoking whatever you could steal from her brother’s stash—for getting dragged to random parties with Lottie and the rest of the team. Yet, here you were, red solo cup shoved into your hands by Randy Walsh, standing in front of a blazing bonfire while drunk teenagers stumbled around you.

Lottie had long since abandoned you, muttering something around a cigarette that might’ve been Laura Lee’s name, but you hadn’t asked—and honestly, hadn’t cared enough to.

Your mind was drifting, lulled by the roar of the fire and the shouts of the crowd, just loud enough to drown out the swirl of thoughts buzzing in your head. You sipped your drink absently, eyes fixed across the flames on a very drunk Shauna arguing with Taissa, while Jackie attempted to separate them like she hadn’t already had enough. There was no universe where you were getting involved in that.

“They’re fucking psychotic,” a familiar raspy voice cut through the noise, nearly making you drop your drink. You didn’t have to look to know it was Natalie—but you did anyway.

She had a cigarette halfway to her lips, but her gaze was already locked on you, wearing the same unreadable expression she always had when she looked your way. It made your stomach twist. You held her stare for a beat before humming in acknowledgment and looking away—back to Jackie, who was now shoving Shauna down onto a lawn chair like a misbehaving toddler.

After that, it became a silent game—glances traded like cards. One minute, you could feel her eyes on the back of your head; the next, you were watching the smoke curl from her lips like you were hypnotized. Her pupils were blown wide, her grin lazy. Definitely high on something her crew had scored. Whatever was in your cup hit you all at once, the night fuzzing around the edges.

You forgot you were supposed to look away.

You couldn’t stop staring—not at the cigarette, or the way her lips curled around it, or the smoke painting lazy spirals against her skin. It wasn’t until you caught the smirk twitching at the edge of her mouth that you turned sharply, muttering something about the “damn alcohol.”

Then she leaned in, voice so low it practically slithered into your ear. “You want one?”

You didn’t even realize how close you’d gotten. When had that happened?

Her tone was pure challenge, mischief flickering beneath her cool expression. It made your chest tighten. You nodded before you could second-guess yourself.

Her smile widened as she passed you a loose cigarette. You started to fumble for an excuse—you didn’t have a lighter—but she beat you to it. Her fingers brushed yours, feather-light, as she flicked the lighter to life. You leaned closer. Ignored the strange flutter in your stomach. Inhaled.

Her grin turned soft, impressed. Almost… pleased. “No uniform tonight,” she said, head tilting, eyes dragging across you like she was seeing something new. “It’s… nice.”

You coughed, nearly choking on the smoke, swaying a little on your feet. God, were your cheeks burning? Did Natalie Scatorccio just give you a compliment?

It sure felt like one.

“Thanks,” you managed. “You look… nice too.”

It came out smaller than hers had. Less cool. But she just hummed in reply, her weight shifting as she rocked on her heels. Her gaze flicked over your shoulder, something catching her attention—her brows twitched, just for a second—but then she was back, that grin tugging at her lips again.

She giggled, light and warm, and reached out to squeeze your elbow. “You’re adorable. I’ll see you around, Newbie.”

And just like that, she was gone—vanishing into the party haze, leaving behind only the scent of cigarettes and vanilla.

You stood there, blinking after her, the cigarette forgotten in your hand. Maybe joining the soccer team wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

The next party had come quicker than you’d liked. Jackie had practically dragged you to her house after practice to help “set up.” Somehow, she’d convinced the team to do a movie night at her place. Things had been getting tense lately—some girl who’d recently been bumped to varsity clearly hadn’t been pulling her weight, more interested in boys and clout than the actual game. No one had been able to agree on how to handle it, so instead, everyone had been tiptoeing around an irritated Taissa and playing nice for your beloved captain. Hence, “decorating” duty.

You hadn’t minded spending time with Jackie and Shauna—you just hadn’t known them that well. You hadn’t been able to pin down their dynamic outside of being close. But you’d seen the way Shauna had looked at Jackie when Jeff wasn’t paying attention. And the way she’d looked at him when Jackie was. Not that it had been any of your business.

You’d only really been close with Lottie and Van—people who’d floated in and out of your life over the years. And… Natalie, now, you guessed. Ever since the last party, when she’d so graciously offered you a cigarette, she’d been… different. She’d still played rough during practice, still knocked the wind out of you when she stole the ball—but afterward, she’d started flashing crooked smiles, sometimes asking questions about your life, always loose and casual. Occasionally, she’d even been offering you another cigarette before warm-ups, like it was nothing. You’d started slipping your notes into her locker on days she skipped class. You hadn’t been best friends, not even close—but there had been something friendly there. Something shifting.

Which was how you’d ended up squished on the couch between her and Van, the group’s popcorn bowl nestled in your lap. You hadn’t been paying attention to the movie at all. You’d been too busy trying not to flinch every time Natalie’s fingers brushed yours, too focused on the breathy chuckle she let out when she leaned in to whisper a stupid joke about the plot. You’d ignored Van’s quiet laughter every time your breath hitched.

Halfway through the movie, Jackie had paused it, calling a group bathroom break and telling everyone to refill snacks and drinks. Natalie had flashed a grin your way as she stood, pulling a little baggie from her pocket. “All I heard was smoke break,” she’d teased, grabbing the popcorn from your lap before disappearing out the door.

You could feel Van grinning beside you, her amusement radiating without even needing to look.

You’d elbowed her. “What?”

She’d laughed, poking at the red rising on your cheeks before throwing her hands up in surrender. “Nothing, nothing. Just... you and Nat’ve gotten close, that’s all.”

You’d glanced toward the door—Natalie was out of earshot, thank god—and pushed Van again, your voice low and panicked. “What are you even talking about?”

Van had shrugged, giving you a sideways look. “I’m just saying—Nat’s not nice to people. Not unless she wants something.”

You’d scoffed. “She’s just being friendly.”

That had earned you a full-on belly laugh that hadn’t stopped until Natalie strolled back in, her eyes visibly redder, a lopsided smile on her face as she balanced three beers and your bowl of popcorn in her arms like it was nothing. You’d lunged forward instinctively to save the bowl, and she’d flashed you a grateful grin before flopping back onto the couch—closer this time. Her thigh had brushed yours. It was a cramped couch. It was fine. It was fine.

“Miss me?” she’d drawled, voice slower, lazier.

You’d reached for a beer she handed you, your fingers grazing again. “This two-seater felt so empty without you,” you’d shot back, dryly.

Her arm had casually draped over the back of the couch, fingers trailing lightly along your shoulder. She’d leaned in, lips ghosting your ear. “Oh, I bet, princess. I felt you yearning for me all the way from the porch.”

Before you could think of a comeback, Van had snorted behind you. “You two wanna get a room?”

You’d elbowed her without breaking eye contact with Natalie, who was still looking at you like she was sizing you up. Her gaze had dropped to your lips, just for a second, and when she spoke again, her fingers had tightened slightly over your shoulder.

“Nah,” she’d murmured. “It’s hotter how red she gets when everyone’s watching.”

You’d been too flustered to speak, heart hammering against your ribs like it was trying to escape.

Thankfully, Jackie’s voice had sliced through the moment before it could swallow you whole. “Okay, movie’s starting in thirty seconds! Everyone shut up and get comfortable!”

You hadn’t let yourself look at Natalie again, afraid of what you’d find in her eyes.

She’d been bold like that. Sharp and toothy in all the places you weren’t. It had been part of what had drawn you to her in the first place—even before she knew you existed.

She was just being friendly, you reminded yourself.

Right?

Eventually, you got a Friday to breathe. The Yellowjackets had been on a kind of winning streak lately, blowing through the competition gracefully—after hours and hours of extra practice. You’d finally made it to Spring Break: two weeks without school, without soccer. Well, mostly. Jackie was still making everyone commit to at least two practices so no one would be “off their game” once school started back up.

That meant the team had scattered. Lottie was out of town visiting her parents. Shauna and Jackie had taken a cabin trip with Jackie’s family. The rest of the team—you didn’t know well enough to even guess what their plans were.

You were sitting next to Alina, who was yapping your ear off about some boy at her school. She’d transferred at the beginning of the year on a scholarship to a fancier school up north. You’d been jealous—but if she hadn’t left, you never would’ve joined the soccer team. So you supposed a win was a win.

The air outside was muggy, sticking to your skin like shitty sunscreen. It had rained the last five days in a row, and the heat was heavy, unrelenting. You and Alina were sprawled across the back porch, cigarettes dangling from your lips as you sipped some lukewarm beer you’d grabbed from the cooler at the small party her brother was throwing.

Van and Taissa were tucked away in some corner of the backyard, doing a terrible job of being subtle. Not that anyone here would care.

But your eyes were drawn to Natalie. Had been from the second she walked through the door in a red plaid skirt, her signature leather jacket slung over her shoulders, eyeliner perfectly smudged. She was standing near a radio, tinkering with the knobs, a joint hanging from her lips, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. You knew she was friends with Alina’s brother, Kevyn. Over the years, the group of you had drifted into each other’s orbit—though back then, neither Kevyn nor Natalie would’ve given you the time of day.

Alina nudged you in the side, cold condensation from her drink splashing against your leg, a sharp contrast to the wet heat. It worked. You blinked and dragged your eyes away from Natalie.

“Are you even listening to me?” Alina sighed, a pout softening her features.

You shook your head and finished off your beer. “Yeah, yeah. Sorry.”

She rolled her eyes, but without any real bite. Her gaze followed yours—landing squarely on Natalie’s frustrated stance by the radio—and she smirked, bumping her shoulder into yours.

“Why don’t you just go— I don’t know—actually talk to her?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said, feigning innocence.

Even after all these months, after how much closer you and Natalie had gotten, you still felt the need to tiptoe. Especially with so many eyes always on you. Van and Taissa looked at you like they could see straight through your skin. The rest of the team threw strange glances when Natalie joked too loudly or leaned too close in the locker room. They didn’t get it. Didn’t understand why someone like her would hang out with someone like you.

Alina just hummed distractedly, her eyes locking onto the boy she’d been going on about, now walking through the back gate. She at least gave you the courtesy of leaning over and whispering, “Stop being a weirdo and just go talk to her,” before she was off, launching herself into his arms.

You shook your empty can as the soft hum of the record player finally spilled into the yard. Natalie cheered from her post beside it. And as if she could feel your stare, she turned toward you, smirking as she nodded you over.

Well. You did need another beer.

You made your way over slowly, ignoring the hushed whispers from Van and Taissa as you passed.

As soon as you were close, Natalie slung an arm over your shoulder, tugging you against her side. She took a deep inhale, then exhaled the smoke away from your face.

“You proud of me or what?”

You shook your head, letting her guide you toward an old, ratty recliner tucked in the back of the open garage. A few people were scattered around, but most had gravitated toward the open air, desperate for any semblance of breeze.

“Oh, definitely,” you said. “You’re a natural technician. I always knew there had to be some kind of skill in there somewhere.” You knocked playfully against her head with your free hand.

She laughed—one of those belly laughs that made your stomach drop—and pulled you down into the recliner with her. There wasn’t really enough room for both of you, but Natalie didn’t seem to care. She tugged your legs over hers and settled her hand on your thigh like it belonged there.

“You think you’re so funny, huh?” she teased, taking another hit before pressing her beer can into your hands.

You took it, grateful for any cold at all in this heat. Her body pressed against yours wasn’t helping. Every nerve ending buzzed where her hand rested casually on your leg.

She held the joint out to you. “Want a hit?”

You nodded quickly, trying not to seem too eager. You and Alina usually just smoked whatever she could sneak from Kevyn’s stash, and he wasn’t exactly thrilled about his little sister—or you—getting involved.

You reached out to take the joint, but Natalie pulled her hand back, grinning.

“Nuh uh. I wanna try something,” she said, smooth as ever.

You watched as she brought the joint back to her lips, taking a deep inhale. Her hand moved from your leg to your chin, gripping gently as she pulled you closer until your noses bumped. You gasped, wide-eyed, just as a stream of smoke spilled from her mouth—straight into yours.

You exhaled quickly, turning your head, the blush on your cheeks impossible to hide. You tried to cover it with another swig of beer, looking away. Van caught your eye from across the yard, grinning with a teasing smirk before making exaggerated kissy faces at Taissa, sending them both into a full-blown laughing fit. You rolled your eyes and turned back to Natalie, who wore an amused look of her own.

“That’s... new.”

She shrugged, letting her head fall back against the chair, her hand returning to your thigh to trace slow, lazy circles.

“Eh. Saw Travis do it with some girl at a party once. Wanted to try it.” Her eyes locked with yours as her hand slid higher. “You seemed like the perfect candidate.”

The way she said it. The way she did everything—so calm, so sure of herself, like it didn’t matter how you reacted. Like she wasn’t setting every nerve ending in your body on fire.

You didn’t trust your voice enough to answer.

So, you didn’t.

You just leaned in again.

She met you halfway, mouth already full of smoke. This time, your lips brushed—less coordinated, less careful, but neither of you cared. You both pulled away giggling.

Natalie didn’t go far, nudging her nose against your cheek, still laughing.

You didn’t get long to enjoy it.

Alina barreled into the garage. Natalie’s grip on your thigh tightened, a small huff escaping her at the sight.

“I need you. Now,” Alina said, in that urgent tone that screamed best friend emergency. She barely registered how tangled up the two of you were before grabbing your arm and hauling you up.

You threw a loose smile over your shoulder at Natalie—one you hoped said I’m sorry and To be continued all at once.

She just nodded, a ghost of a smile lingering on her lips as she watched you go, the last trace of annoyance melting off her face.

The Yellowjackets won States. You guys had actually done it. Pep rallies, photoshoots, even a spot in the newspaper. And naturally, Lottie was throwing a party. She was practically known for her infamous ragers—her house was ginormous, and her parents were practically nonexistent.

The energy inside was electric, bass pulsing through the floors. You saw blurs of faces you’d never even noticed in the hallways before, all of them now crowding you, offering high fives, dragging you into pictures. Even the boys’ team, bitter that you were going to Nationals and they weren’t, showed up—kegs in hand.

You’d been hugged so many times your ribs ached. You were pretty sure a stranger had kissed you on the cheek after Van screamed about your game-winning assist. You smiled through it all, trying not to look like you wanted to shrink into the couch cushions.

It wasn’t bad, exactly.

Just… strange.

The exhaustion from the match had finally caught up to you. Your legs felt like jelly, and your eyes were heavy—though that might’ve had something to do with the three shots Jackie had made you take. You were tucked comfortably into a sectional in one of Lottie’s endless spare rooms—the so-called “game room,” complete with a karaoke machine that looked suspiciously professional.

Taissa and Van were absolutely butchering a pop song, drunk-laughing into each other’s shoulders like they’d fall over without the other to lean on. You giggled lazily, eyes drifting toward the door just as Natalie strolled in, joint already lit.

She spotted you instantly.

Her whole face lit up as she made a beeline toward you, tossing back the last of your drink before you could even greet her.

“Hey,” you pouted, throwing a pillow that she caught one-handed, still laughing. That sound made your chest ache a little—something about the way it cut through the music and the chatter and found you directly.

She dropped onto the couch beside you, pushing the joint into your fingers, her touch lingering. Her eyes burned into the side of your face as you took a drag, her knee bumping yours, her arm draping casually across your shoulders.

“Guess that means you gotta come get another drink with me,” she said, teasing.

You stuck your bottom lip out dramatically. “Won’t you just bring me one since you stole mine?”

She smirked, grabbing the back of your neck like she was going to shotgun—

But she didn’t.

Instead, she leaned in close, her breath grazing your cheek before her teeth nipped at your jaw. You yelped, pulling back dramatically.

She cackled, clutching her stomach. “Should’ve seen your face!”

You didn’t respond. The liquor and the weed made it hard to tell where your body ended and hers began, your senses all scrambled. But that was always what being around Natalie felt like—a quiet kind of chaos. Especially when she was high or drunk. That’s when she got affectionate—a hand on your thigh, her shoulder pressed against yours, dragging your legs over hers like it was nothing.

You’d grown to love it. Even when it flustered you.

You followed her into the kitchen to grab a drink, her body brushing yours like a puzzle piece that just fit. She leaned close, her hand resting lightly on your waist.

“Just get a beer,” she murmured into your ear, her breath warm on your neck.

“You just want me to get it so you can steal it again,” you teased.

She only shrugged, that same lazy, confident smirk on her lips.

Before she could respond, Randy Walsh stumbled up, pressing in a little too close. His words were slurred, but his grin was solid. “Can’t leeeet a pretty girl like you make her own drink. Allow me.”

You felt Natalie go still beside you. Her hand twitched against your side but didn’t move. And Randy was already splashing random liquors into a cup before you could say no.

You smiled awkwardly. “Thanks… Randy. That’s sweet.”

He beamed, handing you the cup like it was a gift from God. You took a sip and barely swallowed it down, fighting the urge to gag. He didn’t seem to notice, stepping closer until the tips of your shoes touched, his hand reaching out to gently grab your wrist.

You turned to Natalie for help.

But she was gone.

Just like that. The space behind you was empty, the warmth of her touch already fading.

Your eyes scanned the room, over Tai and Van tangled up on the couch, Jackie and Shauna laughing at something Jeff said—

No Natalie.

You pulled your arm from Randy’s grip gently. “Sorry, Randy. I, uh… need to do something.”

Before he could answer, you were gone, leaving the drink behind and grabbing a beer instead. You wandered through the hallways until you heard the familiar sound of some grungy band playing through a cracked door. You knocked once, then let yourself in.

Lottie’s room.

Natalie was sprawled across the bed, staring up at the ceiling. She didn’t look at you right away, but when she did, something in her expression made your chest squeeze. You couldn’t read her—not really—but this felt… new. Like something unspoken was simmering just beneath the surface.

You didn’t say anything. Just flopped onto the bed beside her.

She stayed quiet, kicking her feet lazily off the edge of the bed. You nudged her foot with yours until she finally turned her head. Her gaze softened, and she rolled toward you, arm curling over your waist.

“Hey,” she mumbled into your shoulder.

You bumped her head gently with your own, fingers tracing light patterns over her wrist. The words left your mouth before you could stop them, soft and a little slurred. “You left me.”

“I mean, you seemed pretty preoccupied with Randy fucking Walsh,” she grumbled, barely loud enough for you to hear.

You scoffed. “Randy? Get real. He was just being nice. I didn’t want to be rude.”

Natalie stilled.

Then, like someone had poured cold water down her back, she sat bolt upright, staring at you like you’d just spoken another language.

“Just being nice?” she repeated, eyebrows raised. “He was obviously flirting with you.”

You blinked, completely thrown. “What are you talking about?”

Natalie just stared at you.

Then she laughed. Sharp, almost breathless, like she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “You really don’t get it, do you?”

“Get what?”

She shook her head, exasperated and amused. “God, you’re so fucking clueless.”

You frowned. “Clueless about what?”

“You—” She started, then stopped. Her eyes were still locked on yours, but her voice dipped lower now, quieter. “You don’t see the way people look at you.”

“I mean…” You trailed off, still not understanding. “What does that even—?”

Natalie just looked at you, dumbfounded, like she was seeing you for the first time and trying to make sense of the image. You blinked at her, still confused. Natalie threw her hands up, dropping back onto the bed with a dramatic huff. “Jesus Christ. You really didn’t know.”

Your brows pulled together, frustration blooming in your chest—not at her, not really, but at whatever you were clearly missing. “Know what?”

“That he was flirting with you,” she said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Like, blatantly. The drink thing? The wrist thing? The standing so close he could breathe your air thing?”

You opened your mouth, then closed it again. You thought about Randy, the weird way he smiled, how close he stood, the way he called you pretty—but you'd brushed all of it off. Guys were weird sometimes. Friendly in a way that made you squirm. But flirting? Really?

“I just thought he was being nice,” you repeated again, quieter this time.

Natalie let out a long exhale, propping herself up on one elbow, her eyes locked on you. She didn’t look mad anymore. She just looked... thoughtful.

“You really don’t get it,” she said, more to herself than to you. “God. I’ve been trying to flirt with you for months.”

Your stomach dropped. “Wait. What?”

Natalie laughed, but there wasn’t a lot of humor in it. “The smoke thing? The lap thing? Literally everything I do when I’m around you? That’s flirting.”

Your brain scrambled to catch up. You replayed a million tiny moments all at once—the touches, the teasing, the way her eyes always lingered longer than necessary, the way she looked at you when you were too tipsy to walk straight or when you made her laugh so hard she snorted. All the times your heart raced, all the times you talked yourself out of reading into it.

“I... I thought that was just you,” you said quietly.

Natalie’s expression softened. “It is me. But it’s also me trying to figure out if you feel the same way. Because I’ve liked you for a long time. And I wasn’t sure if you didn’t notice... or if you were just pretending not to.”

Natalie stared at you, like she was waiting for you to run. Like she was daring you not to.

You didn’t have a plan. You didn’t even really think. Your body just moved—drunk off adrenaline, and weed, and months of wanting without really knowing why. You leaned in and kissed her.

It wasn’t slow. It wasn’t some perfect movie-moment kiss. It was messy, and rushed, and slightly off-center because you both went for it at the same time. But it was right.

She kissed you back like she’d been waiting to exhale.

When you finally pulled apart, foreheads pressed together, both of you breathless and grinning, you whispered, “So that was definitely flirting, right?”

Natalie laughed, loud and real. “Yeah. That was flirting.”

[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?

[waste1andb5by]

that feeling when you accidentally kill your best friend after having a fight with them

[honestlynervousnut]

Im just gonna leave this here...👀

Since no one is talking about it

[natsswife]

I kinda wanna kiss your girlfriend if you dont mind<3

pairings: nat x fem!reader

summary: nat is head over heels and kinda obsessed w you but thinks you have a boyfriend:(( (u dont)

cw: nat hatesss your “boyfriend”, brief mention of alcohol and cigs, “cheating” on ur bf from nats pov

notes: just something silly a wrote in one sit while listening to after midnight by chappell<3 *starts blasting it*

men&cishet ppl dni ty

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༘⋆ obsessed!Nat who loves to sit next to you during classes everytime she has the opportunity and that ugly rat- i mean boyfriend of yours isnt near bothering and taking all of your attention, because these little moments are one her biggest opportunities to talk to you, gossip about anything and try to see if there's at least a small chance that you like girls???

༘⋆ obsessed!Nat whose favorite time of the week is when the team have soccer match because that means she can shower u with lots of compliments without sounding weird (so in love with you) cuz for her you're one of the best players in the team, and also take it as an opportunity to ask you for advices and why not? train together everyday after classes so nat can improve her game (pass more time with you) <33

༘⋆ obsessed!Nat who sometimes finds her obsession with you weird because how comes the most “i dont give a fuck abt anything” girl is now giving too much fuck about someone and is now tracking down that ugly boyfriend of yours to see if hes cheating or something so she can tell you and enjoy how you break w him on front of everyone, cuz that means she will a chance with you.

༘⋆ anddd obsessed!Nat who got bored of tracking him down because she now discovered a whole new level of nerd thanks to your ”boyfriend” she almost finished her packs of cigs and he was still stuck at the library reading and reading some boring shit and not talking to anyone, not even some girl that help her caught him red handed or something, but the real question is how can *you* the coolest girl ever, be with such a loser?? how did you never got bored of just hearing him yap about some nothingburger comic?? maybe that's why she never saw you kissing or closer with him, and thanks to that Nat now knows that you need some real fun and she’ll make sure she is the one making you have it, because Nat needs to steal you from that man who’s making u lose your time and be with someone who really loves you and that's her!!!!

༘⋆ so its all set up, during that party some random is gonna throw in a few days Nat's gonna confess her feelings, and she's confident, not because shes kinda obsessed with you and tired of waiting (she is) but also bc it never went unnoticed to her how sometimes you looked at her while she was writing something during class, it always made her sweat and fuck up whatever she was writing, but she never moved because you looking at her made her feel that god heard her non existent prayers and made her feel like she might have a chance? whatever mixed signals you were giving her had nat jumping full of joy mentally

༘⋆ and when the day comes, everyone’s wasted and as soon she spot you with Tai and Van, Nat takes her last shot of whatever deadly combination of drinks kevyn made for her bc for sure she will need some alcoholic encourage to express her love and how she capable of kissing the floor you walk.

༘⋆ she just takes you to a more "safe of men and that ugly rat you have as a bf" space and lets everything out in a kinda “im sorry doll dont hate me but you look way too gay to be with a man, especially that ONE” way while looking at your bf who is talking with jeff and his group (how did he managed to not get bullied by them? she doesnt know and doesnt care lowk)

༘⋆ Nat’s heart did a 180 backflip inside her chest when she saw your beautiful smile just got wider after her confession and a “oh my.. nat are you serious” from you made her sweat like she has been in a marathon, were you expecting this orr…

 “yeah why would a lie” she let a nervous giggle out and with that something she never expected happened

༘⋆ you just threw yourself into her arms?? and started kissing her??? It was a short, nervous but sweet kiss, both of you nervous as hell but Nat is now confused because why are you cheating on your rat in front of everyone??

༘⋆ but anygays would he mind if she kinda wanna kiss his girlfriend? again after she made the first move?

“NONONO HES NOT MY BOYFRIEND DUMBASS” you let that out almost yelling, do you really look that straight??

༘⋆ u couldnt even hide your excitement because you’ve been waiting for her to make the first move, since you were such a pussy to do that, especially in the toxic world you're all living but now who give a single fuck, the beautiful girl you have been crushing for ages, the one who isnt afraid of showing who she is, dont give a fuck about anything (she now do and thanks to you) is now confessing how much she loves you, and ofc you wont miss the opportunity to kiss her again and again and again, after all everyone is wasted right now.

༘⋆ Nat couldnt believe when you told her that he’s just your childhood friend who got recently transferred and thats why you were close, helping him adapt to the highschool and everything, nat now knows she kinda fucked up by calling him names, tracking him down and deliberately hating him but thats on another topic.

༘⋆ but what she REALLY can't believe is when you confessed that you liked her as well!!! 

“I dont know if it's maybe the moonlight who have horny powers, this moment or whatever but… wanna go to my house?” Nat just kissed you as an answer, she’s not gonna waste the opportunity to have you all for herself this night and is gonna make sure you wake up in her arms everyday by now<3

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Do not translate w/o permission, copy or use for AI training, train ur useless brain instead<3

[vansyoungergf]

his little sister pt 1.

summery: supposedly coach ben started the cabin fire and then disappeared after a fight with his little sister. left alone to deal with the repercussions of her older brother’s actions you’re left with the guilt of your final words to him…but what happens if he’s not really dead ???

warning: slight use of y/n (not much at all), this will mainly focus on reader dealing with everything ben related with a side of taivan relationship !!

requests: open // word count: 1.4k

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“THERES A FIRE” someone shouted waking the girls “EVERYONE GET OUT” another shout followed. everyone was up, running every direction while screaming trying to grab as much of their stuff as they could. everyone slightly disoriented from being half asleep.

you were running around the cabin, slipping your sneakers on and grabbing your suitcase you never unpacked and rushing out the door. you could barely see straight between the smoke from the fire and being half asleep you’re lucky you didn’t fall on your face in the chaos.

you make it outside seeing a few girls already there and more running out behind you. the more you wake up the more aware you are of the situation. you start to look around for your older brother and he’s not here.

“where’s ben????” you shouted, freaking out running around between the girls hoping he appears in front of you.

“WHERES MY FUCKING BROTHER” you shouted at the girls who start to look around to see where he is but he’s no where to be seen. the only other place you think he could be is inside.

you take off running but hands start to pull you back.

“y/n you can’t” someone pleads with you. almost begging you to not go inside.

your struggling against everyone else. trying to get inside. trying to get to your brother. your only family left. please he can’t be gone too. not after everything you’ve done to survive. you can’t loose your brother.

you’re crying and screaming. begging the girls to let you go. screaming your brothers name. why won’t he answer you. he’s alive you know it why won’t he respond.

the last time you spoke to him you were fighting. he wasn’t doing anything around camp and the girls were starting to give you sideways looks every time he refused to help.

you’re blood curdling screams could be heard more then anything else. screaming like it’ll make your brother appear in front of you. you’re on your knees. sobbing and begging them to let go of you. begging them to let you get to your brother.

you look behind you to see tai and van being the ones holding you back. you struggle in their hold eventually having to give up and just sob. the cabin is fully ablaze at this point no one able to get in or out. the roof falling in on itself.

your brother. your only family. dead. you turn slightly and sob into taissa who just holds you as you scream and cry. you stay like that for what seems like hours. clinging onto the two girls like your life depending on it, and maybe it did in the moment. allowing them to whisper soothing words into your ear and hold you. eventually passing out in exhaustion and sadness.

<fast forward to around the time season 3 begins>

“i have one leg what do you want me to do??” ben huffed, annoyed to even be having this conversation.

“SOMETHING. anything. help with dinners, do the laundry, just something. the girls are getting mad that you aren’t helping. you’re the oldest one here and acting like a baby.” you hated having this conversation. you always just have to repeat yourself to him and nothing changes.

“if you want to pretend like this is normal go ahead, i’m not going to stop you. but i’m not going to feed into whatever delusional world you are all living in” ben retorted

“you’re the only one being delusional. the rest of us are just trying to survive.” you said, getting angry at this point for your brother not understanding

“i’ll survive without eating people thank you for your concern. i don’t want to be apart of this. i don’t understand how you do.” ben said, almost like he was judging you

“im doing what it takes to survive. i wanna make it home just like you do”

“do you??? make it home to what? our parents are gone. our family is gone. i’m all you have, you wanna go back to the real world for who ? who’s waiting on you’re return…no one. at least paul is waiting for me.” he said angrily, his words stabbing you through the chest.

you physically recoil from him, tears filling your eyes as you look at the person you thought was your brother. since being out he’s he’s changed a lot. he’s not who he was but i guess no ones the same. he’s become mean and distant. he’s no longer the brother that took you in when you were 12 when your parents died. he’s someone you don’t even want to know.

“i hate you.” you said, tears starting to fall as you walked back into the cabin leaving him alone.

you shoot up from your sleep, tears already streaming down your face as you dream about the last time you spoke to your brother. that’s all you can think about now. it’s consuming you’re entire being you can’t even escape it while asleep.

tai and van are quick to be by your side.

“it’s okay” tai whispers

“we’ve got you” van whispers

they are quick to give comforting words to you. holding you close in between them. these two girls being the only thing that could ever remotely calm you down. vans arms are wrapped around your waist as tai has your head leaning on her shoulder.

taissa, van, and you were always close. having been the first one to know about the relationship between the two. you grew up next door to taissa, just 6 months younger. you were attached at the hip since you could remember.

you always admired her, she was strong and smart. one of the prettiest girls you’d ever seen. taissa was your first ever crush. it almost shattered your heart when one day she came crashing into your room back in the beginning of junior year telling you how her and van kissed under the bleachers.

it would have really shattered your heart but van was so perfect it just didn’t. they made sense together, matching eachother very well you couldn’t even be mad. so the once duo became a trio but they never made you feel like a 3rd wheel. always including you and inviting you out with them, made sure you got in the car with them when they left parties, checking in on you during soccer practice.

over time your feelings for tai turned into feelings for both her and van. a secret well kept for over a year but then the plane crash happened and your other friends started dying and you couldn’t risk something happening to one of you 3 and them not knowing how you felt.

what surprised you though is that they are the ones who you pulled you aside and confessed to you first. they’ve stayed by your side since the beginning but now that ben was gone they’ve become even more protective over you.

“it’s alright baby.” taissa hushed into your ear.

“another nightmare ?” van questioned in which you just nod your head to drained to speak. that’s how you feel most of these days. drained. tired. you drifted off to sleep surrounded by your girlfriend’s warmth.

the sun was beaming when you decided to finally leave your hut. the girls scattered around camp doing various tasks. tai was chopping wood while van gawked. you joined the redhead on the plane seats to watch your other girlfriend in her tank top and shorts being all strong.

“you guys could i don’t know help” taissa said staring at the two of you. motioning to the big pile of logs left uncut

you and van made eye contact with eachother with slight smiles on your faces.

“i would but the view from here is just too good” van said followed by a whistle.

“i gotta agree tai. i think im pretty set just sitting here” you got more comfortable in your seat by laying your legs in vans lap.

tai just rolled her eyes and went back to chopping while you and van relaxed together but was quickly cut short by commotion coming from the other side of camp.

“ITS MARI” someone shouted and your head whipped around.

in front of you stood an extremely bloody mari who could barely even stand up straight. she hobbled over to the table with help from lottie. questions came at her every direction asking where she was, what happened, why is she covered in blood.

“it’s ben” mari finally stated. every head turned toward where you were now standing. as the terrible thoughts started to flood in. the only thing you think mari could possibly say right now is that she found ben’s body. what you did not expect was.

“coach ben is alive.” mari said staring right at you. before you could even process what was just said a commotion breaks out between the girls.

[chicken-wayng]

I'll always be wondering who this party animal thinks she is wearing Jackie's death sweater... Also who she is

[themothwhisperer]

Based on recent interviews, it looks like Sophie Nélisse didn’t even realize all the allusions to Shauna and Jackie’s ambiguous relationship and I’m genuinely fascinated. Pure talent and genius for her to infuse all those subtleties so well into her performance without even being aware of what it means. It’s honestly hilarious. She’s a legend.

[mirrored-muse]

Thinking about Van with a partner who’s super clumsy…

She’d eat it up. Like. You trip over nothing and she’s already catching you with one arm and smirking like, “Really? Again?” but she’s so smug about it. Like it physically pains her to act concerned instead of just teasing you.

You’re constantly bumping into things, knocking stuff over, stubbing your toe on the box of vhs tapes she left on her bedroom floor, and she’ll be like “You okay, baby?” but she’s biting back laughter every single time. And if you get flustered? Even better.

She 100% starts carrying little band-aids in her wallet. Not even cute ones at first, like those ugly beige ones she steals from the nurse’s office, but eventually she starts buying the sparkly kind, just for you. She pretends to be annoyed, but when you show up with a scraped knee or a paper cut, she’s already crouching down saying something like “Hold still, you klutz.” (playfully of course)

And god help you if you spill something on yourself in public. She will tease you forever, but she’s also handing you napkins or tugging her hoodie over your lap like she does this all the time. (Because she does.)

You fall asleep on the couch and she tucks your legs up so you don’t roll off. You miss a step on the bleachers and she catches you with one arm like it’s nothing. You bonk your head getting into her car and she just kisses your forehead and mutters, “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

But the second you actually do hurt yourself, like a real twisted ankle or a bad bruise? She goes full protective mode. Dead serious. No jokes. She’s helping you to the car and icing your ankle and mumbling about “maybe we should bubble-wrap you.”

She loves her walking disaster s/o.

[artificialroux]

travis repeating "it's okay, it's okay" to the duck the same way he repeated that to javi when he realized neither of them pulled the queen card.

[fairytwles]

"So, Zeus got them a log...and theyre sitting on it, and they're bitching and theyre like, we need a real king, someone who takes action...so zeus was like fine, and got them a heron. y'know what the heron did? eats them all"

[scatorcciosbabe]

drummer!nat x bassist!fem

It’s raining rn, I’m listening to arctic monkeys, and all I can think of is nat being in a band w her gf

[f4ggydog]

can i pls have some adult lottie mommy kink juice pls

ADULT LOTTIE (MOMMY KINK EDITION)

“sweet baby,” lottie coos at you, playing with your hand. “does it feel good to suck on mommy’s tits?”

you give her a silent answer with your nod, nuzzling into her breast and smiling contently.

“oh, sweetie!” lottie grips your hair, gasping when your suckling becomes particularly intense. “you’re so good, baby. you’re so good for me.”

you detach your lips from lottie’s nipple for a second to speak. “always wanna be good for you, mommy. always wanna try my best.”

“i know you do.” lottie places multiple kisses on your forehead. "you know what would make mommy really happy though, sweetheart?"

"what, mommy?" you stare up at lottie, putting on your biggest display of puppy eyes ever.

"can you let mommy touch you too, sweetheart? i can feel you twitching underneath your pants for me. do you need mommy's help?"

"y-yes mommy," you whine, nodding your head. you don't want to look overly desperate or ungrateful. you're perfectly fine servicing lottie the way you are right this moment. but you wouldn't mind some pressure on your throbbing parts inside of your pants.

"don't look so ashamed," lottie reassures. "it's okay to be needy for mommy, baby. now let her take care of you. be good for her now, or I might ruin that precious little orgasm."