A requested post but that does not mean y’all shouldn’t immediately go and read all of these over the next week (threat btw) (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)
A R C A N E
❝ IS IT CASUAL NOW ? ❞ by @fortunxa
Like actually purrrrrrr… go read it now. Like actually, read all of her works.
❝ LOSING STREAK ❞ also by @fortunxa
I go back to this a lot. Just putting that out there.
── marine biologist!Jinx . . . who specializes in sharks ⋆˚࿔ alsoooo by @fortunxa
Special mention though because it’s the fic that introduced me to the one and only Lucky. Probably because I was obsessed with dolphin tale as a kid and anything to do with ocean stuff draws me in.
mornings with vi by @grracyn
Y’all don’t understand how much I also need to have a morning with Vi now…
being married to firefighter ! vi by @marioandluigigi
Anything the goat that is @marioandluigigi writes needs to be read by everyone on the planet. And also I’m in need of a wedding oh so suddenly.
# PLUG!JINX HCS by @shimrkiss
This was yummy asf. And I crave more actually.
SUGARMOMMY!CAITLYN HEADCANONS by @requiemdesreves
Screaming out of absolute need. Like hand her over to me NOWWWW !!!!!
— mean!jinx x fem!reader smut. by @baransdollie
Metal finger. Metal finger. Metal finger. Can’t stop thinking about it and it was one sentence grrrrr.
roommate!vi by @lonerslug
Makes me wanna move out and get a roommate that does this to me and that’s saying something.
PIN YOU DOWN by @charlie-chick
Multi chapter and already hooked. Imma dream about what could’ve been (making out right then and there 😝)
Mayhem March by @prettyinpink69
I’ll take smut events any month of the year and this one EATS. Get to it rn !!
Y E L L O W J A C K E TS
THE LESBIAN HOTLINE ☏ MASTERLIST. by @rhiannonsknife
Obsessed with these fics. Especially the Nat one like ahhhhhhhhhhh.
Nat who loves to fuck herself in front of you also by @rhiannonsknife
I melted into the floor because I need this printed and stuck to all of my bedroom walls to see when I wake up.
Both this and this by @returnofeternity
I love every single thoughts post he makes. Natalie Scatorccio get in my bed this instant!
Kinktober 2025 by @marioandluigigi
Literally her entire kinktober from last year. All of it. Obsessed. Every post. The style and the writing 🤌🤌
HER LEATHER LOOKS PRETTY CHEAP by @27spoons
Rockstar!nat save meeeeee. #needthat
T H E L A S T O F U S
I died here I apologise (I’ve been severely lacking in tlou recently i’m sorry) BUT here’s some amazing tlou writers I do know that you should check out RIGHT NOW !!
[ SUMMARY ] stalking the vast canadian wilderness isn’t particularly hard when you’re doing it with the girl you have a massive crush on. especially not when the two of you take more “breaks” than do any actual hunting.
[ WARNINGS ] ꒰ gp! nat ꒱ ꒰ p in v ꒱ ꒰ unprotected sex ꒱ ꒰ hickeys.bruising ꒱ ꒰ semi-public sex ꒱ ꒰ breeding ꒱ ꒰ sexual talk ꒱
You and Natalie have never been particularly close, you’ve never had anything against her and she’s never had a problem with you, you just ran in different circles, all throughout high school, apart from the football team where you both played similar positions.
Your relationship never went further than polite good mornings in the locker room and the occasional pat on the back when each of you scored a goal— until the crash.
It seemed the plane falling from the sky took more than lives. It was slowly changing Wiskayok high’s carefully curated social structure— Jackie, soccer team captain and homecoming queen went from the most popular girl in school to the group’s black sheep. Shauna and Tai who, before the crash only spoke football strategy, were becoming closer by the day— which put a frown on your captain’s face. And in your turn you were slowly, but steadily, becoming dangerously close to Nat.
You suppose it was bound to happen. After the two of you got picked as the team hunters— turns out, hunting with your grandfather when you were little was good for something, after all.
But the two of you did more than just hunt— much more, in fact. But who could blame you? After all, did they seriously expect the two of you to hunt for hours on end with no breaks? Sure, you were good. But you were also only human— well, worse. Teenagers. With nothing else to do but each other.
When the sky starts to go from pure blue to various shades of orange you suggest going back to the cabin, claiming that you’ve both done enough hunting for the day, and that the girls will just have to deal with it and make do with what you’ve caught so far.
But something twists inside your stomach— an unfamiliar longing sensation that you’ve never quite had, well except from when you’re close to Nat— or rather when you’re about to part from her.
You’ve made sure your… Relationship? Situationship? Friends with benefits? Or whatever was going on between the both of you stayed hidden from the others. After all, you already had Jackie Taylor complaining, nonstop, about the lack of food as if she, herself, hadn’t completely fumbled the most basic of gun practice tests. You couldn’t imagine what she’d say if she caught wind of the fact that you and Natalie were more interested in exploring each other than the forest.
You get so lost in your whirlwind of thoughts that you miss the oak tree root protruding from the ground— resulting in you almost face planting onto the floor, if it weren’t for Nat holding onto your waist and saving you last minute, you’d probably have done just that.
“Jesus— you alright?”
Your face turns beet red. “Yea, yes. Just… lost my footing for a second.” You explained, very badly so.
Nat’s hand doesn’t leave your waist even after she’d turned you around to check your face for bruising. Instead, her thumb traces your hipbone in slow— agonising circles. That make your stomach do summersaults.
Her concerned expression soon turns into a cocky one. And you catch a hint of a lazy smirk slowly making its way onto her lips. “Watch where you’re going next time. Hm? Princess.” She asks, sarcastically. Before winking your way and finally letting go of your waist.
You have to stop the involuntary wine that threatens to leave your parted lips at the loss of contact. And, in a moment of pure weakness— or unbridled stupidity. You slip your hand inside of hers.
Nat stops in her tracks when she feels the heat of your hand against her own. But, instead of pulling away she just stares at your joined hands. Almost fascinated, if not a little taken aback. Like she couldn’t believe someone willingly would want any sort of contact with her that wasn’t innately sexual.
You swear you can almost see her blink back tears, as the flesh of her cheek makes its way in between her canines, before she squeezes your hand tightly and rubs her thumb over your palm.
“Don’t worry, princess. I won’t let your clumsy ass fall.” She says, in an attempt to hide how much the small act of affection actually means to her.
You suppose it means more even now with how much the two of you have been relying on each other. After all, everyone was already getting a little touch starved, a little antsy due to the lack of contact with the real world.
For you and Nat that feeling was even worse. With the two of you leaving at sunrise and only returning at sunset. You had almost no contact with the other girls, only with each other.
Except, what once would’ve been extremely awkward. Now, it was comforting. In fact, you found yourself wondering why you and Natalie hadn’t been close before. Because the more you learned about her the more you liked her, the more you related to her. Not to the brash, rude, cocky persona she put on but to the girl underneath the sarcasm and the unbothered attitude. The empathetic, kind one hidden behind the eyeliner and the snark.
As you walk through the dense forest— hand in hand. You pass the plane. What was once a shiny, private and new top of the line piece of machinery was now a bunch of scraps and traumatic memories.
Well.
And yours and Nat’s newfound make out place if you wanna get specific.
You stop in your tracks and squeeze her hand, tightly. Telling her to stop without using your words.
Natalie glances at you with a confused look. Before raising her eyebrows in understanding and curling her lips into a smirk— cocky but also soft in nature, just like her.
“Don’t tell me I’ve been rubbing off on you princess.” She jokes, but does nothing to stop you from pulling her inside the wreckage.
You don’t speak, you don’t even give her an answer or an explanation. But given the sheer look of determination— or rather desperation on your face. Natalie doesn’t need a verbatim answer from you. The glimmer of mischief in your eyes is enough.
Once inside, Natalie takes the rifle off of her shoulder and throws it to the side. The gun lands with a loud crack in between two of the seats that survived the harsh plane crash. She should probably be more careful with the only gun currently available— key word should. Because, right now, the only thing she’s interested in is feeling your skin against hers, as soon as possible. The bag holding the few rabbits that you’ve managed to catch suffers the same fate— tossed in the same direction of the rifle with a similar lack of care.
Natalie then proceeds to sit down on the floor. Back pressed against one of the blood stained walls of the plane before patting her lap with the grace of a drunk Rutgers frat boy and telling you to come take a seat.
You don’t need an invitation for that— immediately slinging one of your legs over her lap, sitting right in the middle of her lap and circling her neck with your arms before pulling her closer. Your lips immediately crash against hers in a frenzied kiss— your teeth clash at the shock and it takes the both of you a few tries until you find a rhythm that works for the both of you. Her tongue pokes your bottom lip, begging for entrance and she moans in delight once she’s given what she’s craving— full, unrestrained access to your mouth… and your body.
Your tongues dance around one another— pulling, sucking and swirling around each of your mouths and mixing your saliva in an electric dance. Natalie catches your bottom lip in between her teeth and sucks hard. Leaving it bruised and throbbing before she releases your flesh from between her teeth and lets you come up for air.
But you’re not satisfied, you want more. More of her on you, more of her lips, of her flesh. Of her body on yours. Always on yours. Always with you.
You take a moment to gaze at her face and take in her expression. Studying her like she’s the most beautiful portrait inside some renowned museum.
Nat’s face is flushed, but her smirk never disappears, never falters. Neither does her hands on you that roam your sides like you’re some kind of possession. Like some thing she owns. Well not some thing. After all, Natalie, the girl who grew up with little to call her own tends to hold on tightly to what little she owns. Sometimes too tightly— the cassettes her mother tried to throw out when she was 12 still have nail marks on it. But you don’t mind, don’t care, really— to be another one of her things with claw marks on it— some sick, desperate and maybe insecure part of you even likes the thought. To be marked and owned.
Your lips meet hers again, this time slower, deeper. Reassuring her that you’re here that you’re not going anywhere. Her hands roam your waist and climb up to your chest squeezing the bra covered flesh in between her fingers with the poise of a thirteen year old boy who’s just now discovered tits.
You sigh into her mouth and are about to pull her in for a kiss again, when you look outside and see that the sky is no longer blue with orange streaks and is, in fact, a deep shade of orange— it’s getting late. Fuck.
You huff and rest your forehead on hers. Probably with a little more force than necessary given the sharp throbbing sensation that starts burning across your temple. “We need to go back.”
Nat scoffs, pulling you closer, like a toddler throwing a fit and holding onto it’s favourite stuffy. “They’re not gonna notice if we’re 20 minutes late.” She counters.
You want to believe her you really do but… “It’s getting dark.”
A menacing expression adorns her pale face before she tilts her head up and smacks her own chest in a mock surprised act. “Don’t tell me…”
You furrow your eyebrows at her antics. Not quite knowing what she’s getting at.
She snickers, playfully— maybe a little mockingly. “You’re scared of the dark.” She gasps, dramatically.
“I am not.”
She laughs, bold and unrestrained. You’d like the sound if it weren’t directed at you. “You so are.”
“No. I’m not, I just— don’t wanna get attacked by wolves.”
She keeps laughing, like the bastard she truly is. “Wolves can attack you during the day, princess.” She explains dragging out the nickname that slips so easily from her tongue and caressing your arm in some weird form of Nat-like apology.
You huff and pull her arm away before clawing at her shoulders. “You know what I mean.”
She smirks. “Do I?”
You give up. You truly do. She’s a menace and a complete nuisance and you just love her so much it hurts— wait what? “You’re a menace.” You settle for, not wanting to dwell on that.
“On that we agree.” she states with a little shrug before meeting your lips with her own once again. But she doesn’t deepen the kiss— doesn’t bite you, doesn’t even try to invade your mouth with her tongue. It’s like she’s kissing you just to reassure you that she’s there, that she’s here. With you. “I’m not gonna let a wolf eat my princess.” She jokes, but the words come out like a promise she intends to keep.
You nuzzle your face against her neck. “Ugh I hate you.” You lie— to her? To yourself? You’re not so sure anymore.
Natalie rolls her eyes, again. Not believing you for one second. You don’t blame her though. You don’t believe yourself either. “You say that and yet…”
You kiss her again. Just to shut her up. Just to keep her quiet and stop your mind from going places you’d rather not explore right now.
You grab at the blonde hairs at the base of her neck and claw at her shoulders as you attempt to kiss her better. In doing so you start involuntarily grinding on her lap, against her hardening length.
Natalie opens her mouth and lets out a string of muffled moans against your lips as soon as you start grinding atop her lap. Her hands meet your hips once again and she starts guiding your movements— making you hit her just right.
The contact, the way her hands move on your hips and gently scratch the soft skin and the way her lips collide with yours time and time again, start making you a little needy— maybe even emotional, though you’ll probably keep on blaming it on the isolation you feel, and not on the beautiful girl beneath you whose hands feel like a soothing balm atop your scalding flesh.
“I like you.” You confess, in an unwarranted moment of weakness. You want to slap yourself for ruining the moment with— feelings. But at the same time you can’t just stop yourself from feeling like this. For feeling for her.
She smirks, and meets your lips again in a slow, sensual kiss. “I’ve noticed.” She jokes, while her lips travel from your mouth to your neck at a lazy pace.
You huff. “You don’t understand… I really like you.” You repeat, starting to get frustrated with her callous attitude. Maybe you don’t like everything about her after all.
“I noticed that too.”
You hit her shoulder. Which prompts a curse to leave her plump lips. “Stop being a bastard.”
Her expression softens at that and so does her hold on you. Going from a possessive, bruising grip to an almost protective stance. “I really like you too… and I— really like this.” She tells you, in an uncharacteristic gentle way.
She presses her lips to your forehead. Letting them linger in that same spot for a solid moment before pulling away. Like sealing a promise. “Okay?”
You nod and swallow the knot that was starting to form at the bottom of your throat. “Okay.”
She shakes her head, like she’s trying to gain courage to make some kind of motivational speech. “I’m serious. I would’ve gone fucking nuts out here without you.” She confesses.
Natalie’s head tilts up. So she can look you in the eye. But you don’t have an answer, not a good one anyway. So you cup her cheek instead, and let your thumb run over her soft skin before pressing your face to hers.
Not with lust, but with care. And Natalie must not be used to care given the way her walls fall down, just for a moment, and let you peek into the mind of the girl underneath.
But Natalie hates being vulnerable, so like most things in her life. She breaks it. And destroys the moment. “Good thing you’re half decent with a rifle. Huh? Princess?”
You scoff at that. “Half decent? I caught more game than you!”
“Now you’re just talking out of your ass and we both know it.” She claims, before biting your neck and leaving teeth marks all over your skin.
You try to push her away. “Do you wanna go count the damn rabbits?”
“No…” she grips your thighs, not letting you escape from her bruising grip. “You’re not leaving.”
“Then say it.” You press.
She feigns confusion, still gripping you like she’s scared you’ll somehow be taken away from her. “Say what?”
Your lips find the top of her head before speaking. “That I’m a better shot than you.” You claim, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world and not total bullshit.
She scoffs. “In your dreams, princess.” Her eyes proceed to roll into the back of her head. You don’t know if it’s annoyance or the fact you’ve been sitting on her very hard bulge this entire time. “Just because your granddaddy says you’re a good shot doesn’t mean it’s true.”
You could counter that. You really could. But you realise it’s much more fun to hear her moan than talking shit. So, instead of replying you grind your hips purposely against her hardening length. Using her shoulders for leverage as you move your hips up and down her lap.
Natalie’s head tilts back and hits the blood stained wall of the plane, while her fingers dig into your hips— pulling you closer and guiding your movements atop her lap. A string of breathy moans leave her parted lips as her eyes close in silent contentment, at the pressure against her most sensitive area.
She then moves her head to the side, both giving you access and silently pleading for you to play with the tender flesh of her neck. You concede, you always do. You’re weak like that— and press your lips to her pulse point and nip and suck at the skin coating her throat while your hips continue their steady rhythm on her hardening cock.
It’s when you get to this part that you never know what to do— you’ve never gone further with Nat than this— making out, the occasional hickey and sometimes dry humping each other like teenagers who’ve just discovered sex. Until one or— both of you cum into your pants and make a mess of your underwear.
It honestly starts making you a little insecure— possibly neurotic. It’s not like you buy into every single rumor you’ve ever heard about Nat. Especially not now. But you know she’s also no Virgin Mary. So why the hell hasn’t she made a move on you? Was she scared? Trying to respect some kind of boundary? Or did she just not like you like that?
You decide to ignore the ugly thoughts that start swirling inside of your mind and decide to take initiative— well, some initiative, anyway, and pull your shirt over your head and expose your bra covered chest to her.
Nat smiles, like it’s the first time she’s ever seen a woman’s chest and buries her face in the tender flesh. Smothering herself in between your breasts while guiding your movements atop her lap.
She’s impossibly hard now, you can feel it beneath her pants. In the way that it pokes your entrance and starts forming a wet patch on her dark jeans. So, you angle your hips and hit her length just right.
Natalie moans at that and pulls you closer, her nails digging crescent moon marks on the sides of your hips. Holding onto your body like hers is gonna break if you ever stop moving on her lap. “Fuck… keep doing that.” She pleads.
And you do. You really do. Until you don’t.
Nat frowns when you stop, her expression a mix of annoyance for the lack of stimulation and concern for your wellbeing, but she doesn’t push you away, she never does. Instead, she plants a firm hand on your tight and rubs tight, soothing circles atop your skin, silently pleading for you to tell her what’s wrong. “Hey… you okay?”
You nod. Looking down at her hand. Before managing to push out the words that have been stuck in your throat since the first time you saw her with that damn gun. “Do you… want to?” You ask, a little unsure on how to voice your needs.
Nat shakes her head, like a confused little golden retriever. “Want what?”
“You know…”
A flash of realisation crosses her features before she pulls you closer, running her fingers over your exposed back. “Shit baby of course I do.” She says, before pecking your lips. Her hands still tracing various shapes on the skin of your back.
Your face relaxes a little bit at her words, maybe you were being dramatic after all. “Then why did you never…” You roll your eyes at your own lack of coherence. “You know...”
She smiles and kisses your shoulder, biting it lightly and soothing the bruise right after with the flat of her tongue. “I just…” She laughs, but you can tell there’s a glimmer of insecurity behind her tough act. “Didn’t know if you wanted it, or sum’— you know? I didn't want you to think I was only after that or anything or…make you uncomfortable. You know?” She stutters out before pecking your lips like she’s trying to make up for it.
You roll your eyes. “Do I look uncomfortable to you?” You ask with a hint of sarcasm coating your voice.
She smiles, wide and carefree like a heavy stone was just lifted off her chest. “Then we’re both idiots, princess.”
She pulls you impossibly closer this time, like she’s trying to merge her skin to yours and become one with you. Your lips meet again. But it’s different this time, softer, deeper. Her tongue pushes past your lips and explores your mouth like it belongs there— and maybe it does, maybe it always has. Even when the two of you didn’t talk or look in each other’s direction before the crash.
Natalie pushes you off her lap— much to her own annoyance, mind you. But, unfortunately, she does need to take her pants off if she wants to fuck you. She’s then left wearing only her boxers and plain red bra. That fucking red bra, that makes your mouth water like a freaking dog in the heat and… wait— when did her shirt come off? Well, it doesn’t matter now, because your hands are now all over her tits, so that’s a plus. Natalie, smiles at your eagerness, pushing her chest up and encouraging you to palm her breasts before looking up at you with a more serious expression. “Are you sure you want to do this?” She asks, asking for your consent one more time, just to be sure.
You could cry at her sweetness. And at how wrong everyone in freaking Wiskayok, New Jersey is about the girl in front of you.
“I want this— want you.”
She smiles again, all playfulness and crooked teeth, but it’s real, and it’s her. And it makes your stomach twist with that same loving feeling you’ve been trying so hard to push away. She presses her lips to yours in a searing kiss while helping you down onto the floor, so she can cover your body with her own.
You claw at her back to pull her closer— to feel her warmth all over you, before jerking up and almost hitting her forehead with yours, when you feel something sharp poking at your back. “Ow—” You reach behind you and pull out the culprit— a broken tray table of sorts. You sure as hell hope you have your vaccines up to date, after this one.
Nat can’t contain her laughter this time, at the ridiculousness of it all, and buries her face in that one place between your shoulder blades and your neck while you throw the pointy piece of plastic behind you. Hearing the booming sound it makes, once it hits one of the cracked windows of the plane.
She pushes some of the hair that was starting to cling to your face away, before speaking directly into your ear in a playful voice “Damn we’re really killing this huh?”
You sigh and lay back down on the floor, still under her. “Tell me about it.”
She reaches into the pocket of her discarded pants and pulls out a condom, the way the plastic is a little run down at the corners tells you it’s been there for a while. Natalie starts to open it, right in front of you, like she’s purposely trying to show you that, yes. She’s brought protection. Or that maybe she’s been thinking about this a while. Or that maybe she’s always thinking about this you don’t really know. And you don’t really care.
All you know is that. You don’t want it. Don’t want to feel her inside you wrapped in a piece of plastic. You want her completely. You want it to be real. You want her to be yours.
So like any logical person you grab the condom from her hands and place it beside you both. Making no effort to reach for it again.
Natalie lays her head atop your chest and looks at you through her eyelashes. A soft look on her pale face. You know she probably thinks you’ve changed your mind about being with her, and it’s honestly kinda sweet how she doesn’t get mad about it. At least not outwardly. “What’s wrong? Changed your mind? It’s okay—”
“No, it’s not that…”
She bites her bottom lip and runs a hand over your arm. “Then what is it? I mean I know it’s not the best place—” she says before looking around the wreckage.
“I wanna feel you.” You confess.
She shakes her head, her eyes wide in pure bewilderment. “What—”
“It’s just— we’re probably gonna be dead in a few weeks, anyway…” You sigh and run a hand over her face, catching the beads of sweat that are starting to form on the surface her forehead. “I wanna be with you for real.”
And you do, you wanna be hers and want her to be yours. Completely. No barriers. And hope she feels the same way.
Natalie bites her bottom lip, hard. Her forehead creases like there’s a million thoughts running over her mind at this very moment before she concedes and nods her head. “I wanna feel you too.”
She shifts atop you, pulling her boxers down just enough to free her hard length. She jerks herself off a couple of times, coating her tip in pre-cum before guiding her cock towards your entrance. At first, she presses just the tip against your hole, feeling how your walls suck in her tip. Before she begins pushing it in, slowly. Inch by inch.
You grip her forearm tightly at the intrusion and let out a hard breath through your nose as she keeps pushing inside you. Your face burning while your walls stretch to accommodate her size.
She keeps pushing— gently, firmly. Her hard dick sliding in easily due to how wet you are before her hips meet yours signaling that she’s managed to put her entire length inside you.
She stays there for a moment, eyes fixed on your face, searching for any signs of pain or discomfort, arms at your side, face impossibly close to yours while letting you accommodate to her size. Once she’s satisfied enough with your lack of protest she begins thrusting in and out of you slowly at a controlled pace.
You moan under her before pulling her down for a kiss. Not a deep or even sensual one. Just enough to feel her lips against yours while she moves inside you.
You wrap your legs around her waist, pulling her deeper with each thrust. You can feel every vein, every ridge of her dick inside you. Your nails dig into her back, scratching the tender flesh and leaving angry red lines all over the expanse of her back.
But she clearly doesn’t mind. In fact, each time your nails form a new line across the pale skin of her back she rewards you with a breathy moan.
Natalie leans down to kiss you softly before laughing mid trust. Like a complete goofball who can’t take shit seriously. Not even sex— apparently. “The others are gonna be pissed that we’re not back with the food.”
You laugh alongside her too. Somehow the thought of the others waiting, hungry, while the two of you fuck in a crashed plane, hilarious, for some reason. “They’ll live.” You say, before moaning in contentment after she hits a particularly pleasurable spot inside you.
She starts trailing kisses down your neck. While hitting that same spot over and over again. “Oh ya? You wanna tell that to Jackie?”
You bury your face in the crook of her neck and pull her closer by wrapping your legs tightly around her waist, to stop yourself from laughting at the absurd thought of telling your former captain that dinner will be two hours late because you both decided it was more important to fuck on the wrecked plane then to bring back the food.
Natalie’s face becomes more serious all of a sudden, her movements more precise as she keeps ramming in and out of your hole. You spread your legs wider giving her more room to work her way inside you. Her face grows red with effort as her thrusts become harder, more powerful, stretching your walls and filling you completely while hitting that spongy spot inside you, that has your eyes rolling into the back of your head.
But her movements come to a halt suddenly, which makes you whine against her skin. “I’m not gonna last.” She confesses before speeding up her movements inside you, chasing her orgasm with the intent of releasing inside you.
You don’t answer her verbally. Pressing your lips to hers instead in a messy kiss. While grabbing her ass and encouraging her to go deeper inside you— to come apart inside you. You want her to cum in you, want to be connected to her completely, no barriers, no rules, no thoughts of the wilderness or the fact that you’re probably never going back home. Just you and her in this bubble of comfort you’ve managed to create for yourselves in this impossible situation.
Natalie’s hand reaches in between your joined bodies and starts rolling your clit in tight, precise circles. Determined to make you cum before her, before she makes a mess of your insides.
Natalie’s hips start faltering in their relentless pace, so does her hand on your wet clit and a soft moan escapes her lips at the prospect of filling you up— of making your hers, she kisses you again, swallowing your lips and your moans. Her thrusts become harder, sloppy. Her hand on your clit applying more pressure before she feels something wet on her dick. Smiling above you and meeting your lips again in a sensual kiss as you fall apart on her cock.
Her hips keep thrusting inside you as you ride out your high chasing her release. Even after you’ve cum and are becoming increasingly overstimulated with the contact there’s only one thing on your mind. You want her to cum inside you, want to feel her release coating your walls.
It doesn’t take much longer for you to feel her cock pulsing inside you— mere seconds before cumming. You pull her impossibly closer to your body. Gripping her dick with your walls before she holds onto you tightly and stills inside you. Filling you with her cum and coating your walls with her juices.
She keeps pounding in and out of you while her orgasm washes over her. No concern of the potential risks, just the need of keeping you close, of making you hers.
Her movements come to a halt and she presses her head to yours before pulling out of you, you feel her release oozing out of your hole and into the plane’s floor. But you don’t care about that right now, not when her softening dick is still pressed against your wetness and her face to yours.
You grab onto her shoulders and pull her body to yours. Your releases mixing at the joint point of your bodies.
“I love you.” You finally say, you don’t care anymore it’s true. And you both know it.
She smiles against your lips. Grinding her softening dick against your lower lips. “I love you too, princess.” She confesses, like a dirty secret before meeting your lips again.
You turn your head to the side, letting her coat the right side of your face with kisses, before glancing at the condom that sat unopened near both of your joined bodies.
The same one you should have probably used.
Because giving birth in the middle of the harsh Canadian wilderness, with Misty fucking Quigley as your OB-GYN was, in fact, not a pleasant experience.
calling nat while she’s touching herself 👀 she’s completely spread out on her bed and touches herself while listening to your voice.. being completely unaware of what she’s doing until she cums and you hear a loud moan from your phone
Nat grumbles and pouts when she hears her ringtone blaring from her phone. It’s taking her out of her thoughts, where she’s thinking about you kissing all over her body and making her feel good with your tongue. Blinking her eyes open, she tilts her head to the side to see who’s calling.
Her heart beats in her ears when she sees your name on her screen.
She gulps hard, her pussy squeezing her fingers at what she’s considering doing. She thinks about it for a moment, about picking up and answering, pretending that she’s not spread out on her bed, completely naked, and with her fingers deep inside her cunt.
Before the call can end, she hurriedly reaches over to pick up her phone to answer it.
She’s silent on the other line when she accepts the call, holding her breath as she waits for your voice to fill her ears, stilling her fingers inside of her so she can start touching herself when you answer.
“I need to tell you about my fucking day.”
You start rambling to Nat about your day from hell, and she touches herself to your pretty voice. She thumbs at her clit, nodding along like you can see her when you ask a rhetorical question, letting out tiny agreeable hums that let you know she’s listening.
Your voice is magical. She never wants you to shut up. It makes her feel some type of way. Your tone of voice washes across her body and makes her body buzz. It draws her into a trance, one that she never wants to break free of.
Nat puts you on speaker and starts groping her breast while she fingers herself on the bed. She has to bite her lip to hide her moans from you. Not that she’d be embarrassed if she were caught touching herself over the phone, but it’s way hotter to keep it a secret.
Through the speaker, you can hear wet sounds coming from her end. You don’t think anything of it. Maybe she’s just eating. Maybe that’s why she keeps making muffled noises.
You continue talking, and Nat continues rubbing her clit and getting off to your voice.
Her voice is raspy and deep when she replies to you. She’ll stutter over a few words or lose track of a thought completely and just go silent until you move onto a different topic.
More wet sounds over the phone and a choked-out grunt from Nat make you concerned.
“Are you okay? Do you want me to call you back?”
“No!” Nat blurts out pathetically. Her brows are knitted together desperately, and there’s a pout on her lips.
She doesn’t want you to hang up.
You can’t hang up.
Not when this is helping her get off. Not when her walls are clenching around her fingers so nicely while she secretly touches herself to an innocent conversation with you.
“I wanna keep talking.” Nat continues. Her eyes flutter shut as she curls her fingers inside of herself, and her tongue darts out to swipe across her swollen lips. “I’m just..”
She doesn’t get to finish her sentence because her orgasm builds up so powerfully in her core, and her brain short-circuits. Your brows furrow as you listen to her breathy whines and her poor attempt to keep trying to explain herself. Eventually, you hear a loud moan over the speaker along with a squelching sound, one that you now know is the sound of her fingers in her wet pussy.
Nat’s breath is shaky as she comes down from her intense orgasm, mind reeling, thighs trembling.
“Were you touching yourself this entire time?” you ask slowly, a hint of playfulness in your voice.
“I was touching myself before you called.” Nat brings her fingers up to her mouth and sucks on them.
“Pervert,” you scoff lightly, pressing your thighs together to relieve the throbbing between your legs. “Getting off to my voice…”
Nat smirks lazily and chuckles. A few seconds of silence go by before she speaks up again.
𖥟 your relationship with jinx started with a very simple concept: she gives you weed, you pay her, and that’s it. that was before the lines got blurry, mostly because of what started happening in the cramped, dark backseat of her car.
𖥟 somewhere along the way, the routine changed to her also trading the smoke for a taste of you. she’d only ever gone down on you when she was high, so her tongue was just as hazy as her mind; teasing your swollen clit and lapping your juices for as long as she damn well pleased, working you with a sluggish pace until you squirted all over her face.
𖥟 jinx realized, much to her own frustration, that you were a lot more addicting than anything she could ever sell. she knew it was reckless, but jinx has never been one for following rules.
𖥟 she loves sitting back and lacing up a fresh joint as she watches you ride her strap. she’ll take a long, slow drag before blowing a grey cloud right into your face while you’re gasping and fucking yourself senseless on her. it makes her get all smug and mean for no reason, and she will make you hold eye contact with her even as the stretch of her cock nestled deep inside you makes it an impossible task.
𖥟 at first that’s all it is; ego and lust, her wanting to see if she could get that pretty fucked out look on your face every single time. now she slows down just to hear the noises you make when you’re close, dragging it out because she likes having you squirming under her more than she should.
𖥟 she gets touchy after a while too, always yanking you into her lap while she rolls, shoving her cold hands under your shirt, hooking her chin over your shoulder while you talk…
𖥟 she starts texting you even when you’re not buying anything, pretending like she was just in the area. as if either of you believes that shit, but who can blame her when it works every time?
𖥟 the no feelings involved rule starts feeling like a joke the second she notices you taking care of her without making a big deal out of it, or letting her sleep at your place after a long night. those get under her skin the most; she just lays her head on your stomach while you play with her braids, but she’d never admit how much she needs that soothing feeling of your fingers running though her hair after particularly bad jobs.
𖥟 jinx is a total chatterbox when she’s high out of her mind. with her eyes rolled back into her head as she grinds her soaking wet cunt against yours, her voice all raspy and lopsided as she rambles about how your pussy feels like a goddamn dream, then how much she loves the way you squelch together, her words tripping over each other. then when you’re done and locked in a lazy, sweaty cuddle, she switches to yapping about some hextech thingy she’s building.
𖥟 gets irritated whenever you look too pretty on purpose 😭 if you answer the door dressed all nice, she’ll narrow her eyes at you immediately, and tug you closer by your hips with a “who’s all this for, huh?”, even though she has absolutely zero right to be jealous.
𖥟 so word of warning: if you’re playing the field or getting your stuff from someone else, you better make sure she doesn’t hear about it :) jinx is a lot of things but she’s not chill about competition, especially with you involved.
𖥟 she gets quieter after sex sometimes. not awkward quiet but just busy trying not to think too hard about how safe she feels laying with your arms around her. even when she stays silent, the way she keeps glancing at you from time to time tells you everything you need to know.
𖥟 your “meetings” start getting longer, and instead of the quick transaction and a quick fuck, you just hang out. doesn’t matter if it’s at your place, her workshop, or even somewhere nice she drives to just so you can sit together and talk, jinx always leaves with the same terrifying realization: you haven’t been just a customer to her for a long time.
𖥟 you only get closer, and in her head, jinx is hiding her inner turmoil pretty well. that’s until she accidentally blurts out a breathless "i love you". she looks terrified as she realizes it, her eyes darting around like she’s waiting for you to leave. she’s about to start rambling or making a joke to cover her tracks, her mouth opening to backtrack but you don't let her.
𖥟 you just let out a giggle, reaching up to cup her face and pull her down into a deep, sweet kiss. as you pull away just enough to whisper "i love you too" against her lips, you can feel her body relaxing into yours, realizing she doesn't have to hide it anymore
summary: vi takes you out, but she can’t wait to get you home. no, like, she literally cannot wait. she fucks you in the bathroom.
warnings: 18+ minors dni! alcohol use, fingering, vi is a touch dom here
author’s note: this was inspired by an absolutely ancient request in my inbox about vi being feral after a night out with reader. if that was your request heyyyy sorry it took me, like, a year. oops
between the pulsating multi-colored strobe lights, the pounding bass of the music so loud vi can feel it in her bones, and the acrid scent of the fog machine, this club is fucking exhausting. but when vi feels the beginning of a headache blooming at the back of her skull from overwhelm, she reminds herself that she’s here for you.
you’d wanted to go out tonight, had practically begged her to take you downtown. and while vi’s much more of a dive bar kind of girl, she couldn’t say no when you’d pulled her into the line with her at the club. and, well, here you are now - hair unkempt and stuck to your face with sweat, a half-finished drink in your hand as you dance to the beat of whatever top 40 song remix is blaring from the speakers. you’re scantily clad in a tube top, skin-tight miniskirt, and calf-grazing boots, moving your hips in tantalizing circles that make vi forget all about her incoming headache.
she takes a long sip of her rum and coke as you turn around, your backside flush against vi’s pelvis, and grind back against her. the redhead uses her free hand to grab at your hip, fingertips digging into the sliver of exposed skin between your skirt and your tube top. her cunt fucking throbs as you grind your ass against her, the positioning familiar enough to remind her of the last time she’d fucked you from behind, her strap buried in your swollen pussy as you whined and begged her for more.
vi takes another swig of her drink, trying to ignore the wetness growing between her thighs. trying to just dance with you - holding your swaying hips as you move with the sea of bodies in various fashionable states of undress.
but when you turn to face her and pull her in for a sloppy kiss, all tongue and teeth and wet heat, the scent and taste and feel of you overwhelming her senses, the last bit of her resolve shatters. she rips away from the kiss, shoots back the rest of her drink, and curls a hand around your wrist as she turns on a booted heel to weave her way through the crowd with you close behind.
there’s a long line to the bathroom, drunk and drugged-out clubbers waiting impatiently to take a piss or do another key when it’s their turn, but vi doesn’t take you to the back of the line. she leads you through the crowd of people up to the restroom doors, waiting just long enough for someone to leave before storming in after them with you in tow. the next person in line shouts some choice words at the two of you, bangs their fist against the door when vi slams it shut and clicks the lock into place, but it’s all just noise. she’s got a one-track mind right now.
“what are you doing?” you question her when she whirls around to face you. you’re still holding your drink, brows pulled together in confusion as you look up at the redhead. the kohl liner rimming her eyes makes them pop, those gorgeous blue irises honed in on you.
“it’s not obvious?” vi questions you right back, voice sharp. her eyes flicker to the drink in your hands and she snatches it away, tosses it along with her empty plastic cup into the garbage can in the corner of the bathroom. you make a noise of protest, but before you can snap at her about how you weren’t finished, vi’s strong arms are lifting you up and carrying you to the bathroom sink. you land on the porcelain with a grunt, back against the mirror. you shiver from the shock of cold against your bare skin.
“vi, what—” you’re cut off by a searing kiss, vi’s mouth hungry against yours, and your mind goes blank.
she kisses you like a woman starved, her rough hands wandering every inch of your skin as she crowds you against the sink. your legs spread just enough to fit her frame between them, miniskirt riding up to your hips as vi presses closer, closer.
when the redhead dips her head into the crook of your neck to suck bruises into your skin, you keen high in your throat, head leaning back against the mirror to grant her more access. all the while, one calloused hand smooths over the soft, supple skin of your inner thigh, inching upward until her fingers find the soiled fabric of your panties. you feel her pause there, fingertips pushing against the warm, wet cotton, her mouth curling into a grin against your kiss-bitten neck.
she trails wet, messy kisses up the column of your neck, her teeth sinking into the shell of your ear before she whispers, “knew i’d find you dripping.”
“shut up and fuck me,” you respond almost immediately, and it’s all the permission she needs.
vi yanks your ruined panties down your hips, letting them fall to your ankles, her hand instantly toying with your newly exposed cunt. you jump when her fingers play in the wetness pooled at your entrance, smearing it up and down your pretty pink folds until you’re practically shaking beneath her.
“perfect little cunt,” she murmurs, thumb pressing against your clit. you gasp, hips jolting at the sudden pressure, and vi’s other forearm presses you back down against the sink to hold you in place. she gives you a look that says don’t fucking move, and two of her fingers slide without resistance into the waiting heat of your needy pussy.
a deep, possessive groan vibrates in vi’s chest, only adding to the arousal that has your eyelids fluttering shut, the drag of your girlfriend’s fingers in your cunt tantalizing and mind-numbing. you moan, wanton and shameless, spreading your legs further as vi curls her fingers inside you, her palm pressed against your swollen clit. the wet, lewd sounds of her ministrations make you dizzy, as does the look on her face when you gaze up at her pleadingly, the knot in your lower belly already growing taut.
“fuck, vi,” you pant out, eyes falling to watch her hand work between your thighs. she thrusts her fingers quickly, middle finger brushing against the spongy spot inside you that makes you see stars. you bite your lip, whining low and needy, and vi seems to take that as encouragement, because she slides her ring finger in to join her middle and index.
you mewl and pant and mewl some more, letting her splay you open on the bathroom sink. your cunt twitches with an oncoming orgasm and vi curses under her breath, feeling you gush wetter around her fingers.
“need to come, pretty?” vi coos down at you, a smirk playing at her scarred lips, pupils blown out with lust. you nod and she scoffs, a cruel little sound. “why should i let you?”
she doesn’t stop the dizzying pace of her finger-fucking, the wet schlicks of your sex ringing out in the filthy club bathroom. you croak out a strangled please and that seems to help convince her, because her thumb finds your clit again, tracing wet circles against the sensitive nub.
“please what?” she prompts.
you swallow and try to speak again. “please let me come,” you breathe. “i’ll do… i’ll do anything.”
vi quirks a brow at you, that smug smirk pulling at her lips again as she fucks you within an inch of your life. her thumb is still circling your clit, fingers pushing unforgivingly into your messy cunt, and you’re hurtling towards the edge so fast you’re not even sure you can wait for permission to gush all over her hand.
“anything, huh?”
you nod frantically, stomach tensing. “anything, vi, i’ll do anything, please—"
“come for me, then, doll.”
truth be told, you would’ve come anyway. you’re just glad she’d expressed her permission before your orgasm crashed into you, your walls clamping down around vi’s thick fingers.
“that’s it.” she talks you through it, calls you every pet name under the sun as you twitch and writhe in her arms, tits nearly falling out of your tube top. “that’s my girl, fuck, good job, baby.”
when your high has passed and vi’s touch teeters on overstimulation, you push at her hand weakly, chest heaving, and she finally pulls out of you. her fingers are starting to prune, but before you can stare at them too long, vi brings them to your parted lips.
“taste yourself,” she mutters, forehead lowering to press against yours. you oblige obediently, tongue laving over vi’s fingers in your mouth to taste the wetness from between your legs. it’s sweet and musky, heavy and sedating on your tongue, and you moan indulgently just to see the way vi’s expression darkens with want. no, with need.
her gaze snaps to the door when someone pounds on it a few times, yelling something from the other side. you straighten your back against the mirror, lifting your leg to try to grab your panties from their place around your ankle. vi fixes you with her gaze again and shakes her head, yanking your panties from your ankle and stuffing them into her pocket.
“i’m not done with you,” she says, voice raspy, her hands moving to unbuckle her belt and unzip her distressed jeans.
“you told me you’d do anything, didn’t you?”
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