Call me Amy. I'm currently obsessed with yellowjackets and need to pour some of that into writing. English isn't my first language, so forgive me for any mistakes.
While some of the stuff I write is probably sfw, this blog generally isn't so minors dni.
There will be a masterlist here once I post more.
Feel free to send me asks or just message me if you wanna talk about yellowjackets (especially Shauna and Lottie, love them all though).
My main is @lesbianwitchz, but I don't post there lol, just for likes and follows currently.
would you consider writing more misty with jock!reader? misty slowly realizing that she really cares about her and wants her. their first time? <3 i really loved that story, your writing is great! :)
I'd really like to write that! There are like two things I might want to write before that but I do love Misty and jock!reader, I think they are cute. So there will be a part two (soonish) 💛
Also thank you so much 🥰 I'm glad you like my writing
Beware friends who tell you you're perfect and never wrong, they are just love bombing you and buttering you up. Real friends call out your bs so you can grow
The yellowjackets taking readers virginity headcons
Warnings: sex, first time, fingering, fluids... I think that's all
Virginity is a construct but this is how Jackie, Nat, Lottie, Shauna, Misty, Tai and Van would each take yours
MDNI
Jackie is also still a virgin. She hasn't felt ready to do it with anyone she's dated before (Jeff). That's why she wants it to be this perfect fairytale when it happens between the two of you. It's valentines day. The light is low, there are flowers, sensual music and candles lit. You two are on the bed, hearts pounding as you make out and slowly undress each other.
But then it happens, she's nervous and fumbles with your bra for a moment. She had everything planned perfectly and now this. Jackie is mortified. It's the first time you see her blush. You rest your hands on her arms and reassure her. It's alright to be nervous, you're nervous too but you want her and if she wants it too, you can keep going and figure this out together. Jackies shoulders actually relax a little and she forgets all her worries or tension when the bra does finally come off. She's immediately addicted to the taste and feel of your skin.
And yes, it is still a bit awkward every now and then as more clothes come off. But you two do figure it out together, taking your time to explore each other. Bodies pressed together as you try to feel every inch of the other. Jackie looks almost smugly satisfied when she manages to make you orgasm. It ignites something in her and she decides that she will figure out all the ways to make you come undone.
Nat has done it before, part of her expects that you must have as well. So she doesn't think anything of it when she lets her hands wander while you two make out. At least not until you stop her. A little out of breath when you tell her that you've never done this before. Natalie asks if you want to stop, but you tell her that you'd like to keep going. It makes her feel all kinds of ways. Proud that you would trust her like that. Turned on because you want her too. And nerve-wrackingly scared of messing this up, of disappointing you, hurting you, losing you. You notice her tensing and wrap your arms around her, actually managing to get her to open up... well to mumble "Jus' don't wanna do somethin' wrong." You tell her there's no doing it wrong because it's her, and you want her, you've thought of her like this before.
That's all the reassurance she needs to kiss you again. And to let her hands travel higher up your skirt. But even then, she keeps asking if it's alright, if you like the way she's touching you. Natalie doesn't mind being naked infront of you, but seeing you naked almost makes her drool. She kisses every inch of your body. Her big eyes meet yours every now and then when asking if this is okay? You tell her it is, your hands tangle in her hair and you pull her closer to you. You swear your heart is about to stop when she kisses up your thigh, teeth grazing soft skin before she finally lets her tongue slide through your soaked folds. Both of you feel like you're in heaven with your legs quivering around her head while she tastes you like the most delicious meal.
Lottie hasn't had sex before, she could have but she just hasn't wanted to, hasn't been able to trust anyone enough to. But she trusts you and God does she want you. She's so sure of that, that she's nothing short of confident when she starts removing your clothes. Letting her hands roam your body naturally, seemingly able to sense how every touch makes you feel, trying to find out where to touch you for the best reaction.
She seems a little less confident when you undress her as well but the moment she feels your chest press against hers, limbs tangled with her hot center pressed against your thigh and yours against hers, she relaxes again. Because that's when Lottie realizes what this is about, your breathing in synch, your hearts pounding the same beat. Your bodies pressed against each other so close as if trying to become one. This is greater than her want, it's something almost spiritual. Your wetness on her skin, your sighs in her ear, your tongue on her neck, they all become a part of her. You spend a long time tangled up in each other, skin slick with sweat... and other fluids, tasting, rubbing, pressing and feeling. Neither of you really knew what to do beforehand, but it all made sense once you stopped thinking and just started feeling.
Shauna is pleased to hear that you haven't been with anyone else before. She loves the thought of being your first and only. Yes, she's a little possessive, but you're hers and she wants you and everyone else to know that. Shauna tries her best to be patient with you but she has a hard time keeping her hands to herself. All she wants is to just claim you already. Of course she respects you and your boundaries... but she also really wants you naked.
She finally gets what she wants one night, you're hanging out watching movies when all of the sudden you blurt out "I think I'm ready". Shauna asks if you're sure once before she's jumping you. Her hands and mouth are all over you, trying to feel every inch of your skin. You completely melt below her, all you can still feel is her. Her hands stroking the soft skin of your thigh, her teeth digging in to leave a mark, her breath hot against your chest. And as eager as Shauna is to claim you, she does make sure you're comfortable, not in pain and also completely drunk on her. She's gonna make you come like three times before even taking her own shirt off. She messily eats you out until your thighs are shaking and your slick is covering half her face. She's almost feral for you. Reducing you to a moaning mess is all she wants. She probablt gets herself off while fucking you instead of letting you touch her, this is all about you after all... about you being hers. So you can try touching her some other time. But she's nice so she lets you lick her juices off her fingers. When she's done with you you're just limply clinging to her. Feeling all floaty. Shauna looks down at you with those dark, intense eyes. "You're mine now. Completely."
Misty is also very much still a virgin, a pervert yes but an inexperienced one. She's been dreaming about touching you, hell she's been touching herself to the thought of it. But when it comes to being proactive, her shyness gets in the way. It's not until you're making out one night when she suddenly blurts out "I want you". And then quickly hides her red face against your shoulder. It's takes some reassurance of you until she's brave enough to face you again. When you say you want it too, she looks like the happiest puppy. Yes, you two have been dating for a while, but she's still shocked you're even willing to hold her hand! When you decide to go further, both of you are nervous and a bit clumsy. Fumbling with clothes, blushing at being seen and staring at the sight of the other. Misty is so excited her hands are shaking a little when she touches your chest for the first time. She looks like she has some kind of revelation just from feeling them. Misty also makes the cutest little noises, as if she's the one being touched rather than you. Nothing fills her with pride as much as making you moan, though. It's the biggest rush. She could get addicted to those sounds... she probably already is. And when your hands find her body she looks like she's about to finish just from your hand squeezing her ass or playing with her nipple. She never thought someone would want to touch her this way and it's heaven. Poor thing asks if she's dreaming.
There is however a moment where she's a bit overwhelmed, she finally has you and she wants to do so many things with you! Where does she even start? You have to tell her to slow down a little and figure it out together. After a bit of trial and error you find a position where you can both finger each other. It's kind of hard to focus when you feel her fingers pressing against your walls trying to find that mysterious spot she's read about. But feeling her own walls pulse around your fingers feels just as good. When the two of you are breathless and sweaty and cuddling against each other, you decide that you both want to practice this... like a lot. Also, Misty asking you like fifty times if she did well and if you're sure you two will do this again.
Tai has experience... or maybe not? You dont know because whether she has had sex before or not, she's going to act like she knows exactly what she's doing. She's all confident and ready to take the lead. It's somehow both reassuring and a little scary. You feel like she might have planned this when you arrive at her place and she kisses you a little longer to greet you than usually. The two of you had talked about being interested in taking things further and it's not surprising that Tai is the one who initiates. It doesn't take long until she's standing infront of you in a set of matching lingerie. The sight takes your breath away. She knows what she wants, and part of that is being worshipped by you.
You're too turned on to even be nervous, you eagerly kiss a trail from her neck down to her chest. Tai tells you how to touch and kiss her, practically directing you. It makes you feel more confident about what to do and also makes your stomach twist with arousal. There's something so hot about her telling you what to do. Or how sure she seems when she touches you in return. She does, however, pause occasionally, softening a bit and asking if it feels good and you're comfortable. The way she treats you makes you feel seen and cared for as she unravels you completely. She knows exactly when to push and when to be patient with you. You're able to let go completely and just drown in her touch, her smell and the feeling of her skin against yours. Because you know that Tai got you and there's no one else you'd feel safer with.
Van fingers you in the locker room.
It isn't exactly what either of you had planned but the two of you are alone after practice and there's this chemistry between you. She makes a stupid joke and you laugh and touch her shoulder and suddenly you're kissing like your life depends on it. Van sits down on one of the benches and pulls you down onto her lap. Her strong arms wrap around you while she kisses you firmly. You pause for a moment when her hand slides below your shirt, scared that you might get caught. Van asks if you want to stop, but she's smiling at you with that stupid confidence and there's no way you're gonna be able to resist her. So you kiss her again instead. Her hands roaming the skin of your back and stomach. She knows that you haven't done this before but she also knows that you'd stop her if she went to far. You trust each other and you learned that she's safe to communicate your feelings to. Van doesn't even have to ask out loud. She just toys with the waistband of your shorts and you let out a breathy "Yes" against her lips.
She teases you at first, slides her fingers through your wetness until you're practically humping her lap and hand. When she does finally insert a finger you forget all about the fact that you're in the locker room, there's only her and the way she's making you feel. She fingers you like she kisses you, firm but gentle. Knowing exactly how not to push too far. She takes in each of your reactions and adjusts the way she touches you. Your moans and her praise fill the room. She calls you her pretty girl when she sinks a second finger into you. You cling to her when you come undone. And afterwards you look at each other and can't help but laugh a little. Van strokes the hair out of your face and tells you that you should do it in a more private place next time so she can take her time with you.
Shauna shipman who gives you her letterman jacket to wear. You think it's such a romantic gesture... she thinks now everyone will know who you belong to.
I love the way you write for misty. if you have any stuff for her in the vault or in the works know that it’s heavily anticipated.
Thank you!! I'm always so excited when I get anon messages ☺️ and yours is very kind! I have some misty stuff in my drafts. She's in some upcoming headcons and you just motivated me to write more misty 💛
IM IN LOVE WITH FRAT LOTTIE AND THE NEWEST TEXT FIC 😍😍😍😍😍 oh please kind human pls make a part 2 on it where we go to the lake house pleak pleak PLEAK
🥹🙏 love ur writing sm 💗 💓 💖
— DROP DEAD || FRATBOY!LOTTIE MATTHEWS X READER
SUMMARY: going with your situationship to the lake house definitely wasn’t on your bingo card this year. pst! she has a massive crush on you! fluff. g!p character. college au. comfort.
WARNINGS: alcohol. slight NSFW — MDNI.
NOW PLAYING: drop dead — Olivia Rodrigo
Calling a grand estate a little lake house had been a massive understatement. The atmospheric structure sat by the water in the middle of the forest, which later turned out to be an enormous property belonging to the Matthews family. You stood frozen for a moment, simply taking in the surroundings. There was a jacuzzi on the patio, and at the dock a small yacht and several kayaks rocked gently on the water. It was as if someone had prepared everything for your arrival.
Lottie hauled herself out of the car and pulled out your luggage. You turned your head just in time to see her muscles tense and the veins stand out. She slung your bag over her shoulder without much effort and lifted her own.
“Don’t you have a butler who carries the luggage inside?” you snorted when she slammed the trunk shut.
“Oh, he’s got the day off,” she shrugged, and the smile vanished from your face. She draped an arm over your shoulders and pressed her lips to your temple in a light kiss. You had grown used to those little gestures of affection. You weren’t officially a couple. It was too soon for that. But there had been kisses, hand holding, and evening cuddles. Lottie hadn’t even tried to get into your panties. It was still hard to trust her completely, but little by little you were beginning to believe that Lottie was genuinely in love with you.
“I’m joking,” she murmured with a small smile.
You wrinkled your nose and raised your hands to adjust her cap.
“Not funny,” you muttered, and she only stuck her tongue out at you before disappearing through the doorway.
***
“I used to come here with my parents every summer when I was little,” Lottie confessed after the door closed behind you. She tossed the key onto a cabinet and left the bags by the entrance for now. You watched as she adjusted her cap, turning it backward.
Her arm wrapped neatly around your waist and pulled you closer. You didn’t protest, because you were starting to like it, though Lottie mentally blamed it on your interest in the house. You looked around the huge living room and kitchen.
“The whole family used to gather here. We’d fire up the grill and everything.”
Her eyes lingered for a moment on the somewhat creepy deer head hanging on the wall in the hallway.
Another rich people hobby you guessed. Hunting.
Your eyes quickly found the first shotgun mounted on the wall. You frowned, so Lottie cleared her throat nervously and tugged you in the other direction.
“I’ll give you the tour,” she declared without asking whether you wanted one.
She dragged you through every room, starting with the living room, through the bathrooms, even the laundry room. There were so many rooms you were afraid you’d simply get lost. Eventually Lottie stopped in the doorway of a bedroom. You felt her gaze on you. She looked oddly uncertain.
You took in the spacious room until Lottie leaned against the frame and flicked your arm with her fingers. She grinned, though beneath her usual arrogance you noticed stress.
“I thought maybe we could sleep together,” she said at last, looking away. She tried hard to hide her nerves and the faint blush rising to her face. “If you don’t mind.”
You had to admit you didn’t mind but you liked teasing her. You pretended to think it over. Lottie listened to you, so even if she ever tried anything improper, she would understand what no meant.
“Do you snore?”
Lottie’s pupils widened comically. Clearly she hadn’t expected that question.
“Uhhh…” She scratched the back of her neck. “I don’t think so?”
“You don’t think so?”
“No idea,” she grumbled.
You snorted under your breath.
***
Lottie always smelled like sandalwood. You wondered whether she constantly drenched herself in sandalwood perfume or whether every cosmetic she owned had the same scent. Her chest rose steadily, and she had casually draped an arm across your chest. She was trying at all costs to avoid touching your breasts. She tensed every time she thought she had touched somewhere she shouldn’t. She would glance away from the screen and stare at you, waiting for any reaction.
When none came, she relaxed again.
An hour earlier, you had forced Lottie to cover all the downstairs windows in the living room, because the dark forest outside looked terrifying at this hour. Lottie had tried to explain that it was private property, that there was a shotgun if needed, and that she would protect you anyway. She had added the last part with an arrogant smirk, earning only a skeptical look before obediently going to cover all the windows.
You swirled the wineglass with the last sip remaining. The horror movie you were watching had slowed down, so you got to your feet, taking both glasses. Lottie raised an eyebrow.
“I’ll go refill them,” you murmured, kissing her temple.
She smiled lightly and reached for her phone. Another thing you found rather cute — Lottie tried not to use her phone, especially when you were nearby, as if she wanted to show you that she was giving you all her attention.
You padded into the kitchen. The heating was turned up all the way, so Lottie’s hoodie had ended up on a chair by the kitchen island. Aside from the distant sounds of the movie, the house was quiet. The glasses clinked against the counter, and a cabinet creaked in protest when you reached for the wine bottle.
You hadn’t even uncorked it when a crack reached your ears.
You didn’t know the house well enough to have any idea where the dull sound had come from.
“Lottie?” you called, frowning.
No answer.
You immediately headed back to the living room, leaving the glasses and wine behind. The couch was empty. Maybe she had gone to the bathroom, or gone to get something from the car?
You sighed deeply, deciding you’d had enough alcohol for today. It was just the unfamiliar place. It was dark, you were tired. You shouldn’t be getting paranoid.
Slightly calmer, you returned to the kitchen nook. You decided to pour only Lottie another drink. You could use something lighter. Water, at least.
Crack!
You began to doubt every rational thought. You turned around, heart pounding harder, and realized the sound had come from the glass doors leading to the patio. The curtain was slightly open. You should force yourself to go closer and check where those fucking creepy noises were coming from instead of waiting for Lottie like some helpless coward.
“Fuck,” you muttered.
You steeled yourself, trying to convince yourself that there wasn’t a stranger outside planning to brutally murder you, and took a step toward the patio doors.
With a loud curse on her lips, Lottie clambered back inside, catching her boot on the threshold. She muttered something about the stupid curtain and slammed the door behind her. She coughed and shoved her vape into her pocket.
She met your sharp glare and looked embarrassed.
“Sorry…”
“Do you know how badly you scared me?” you snapped, leaning heavily against one of the cabinets.
Lottie clearly had no idea what you meant. She glanced at the door, then at you and waved a hand.
“I went out for a smoke,” she said stupidly. “I didn’t want to hotbox the whole living room…”
“I thought someone was walking around outside!”
Lottie tilted her head. “Well, I was walking around…”
“Someone dangerous,” you groaned irritably.
Lottie opened her mouth to say something stupid, then quickly shut it when she saw your expression.
“You could’ve at least said you were going out.”
She wrinkled her nose, trying with all her might to suppress the smile pushing at her lips. Then she began taking slow, careful steps toward you.
“You already got attached?” she asked, grinning idiotically.
The line was so dumb and cliché you decided not to dignify it with a response.
“That’s not funny,” you said dead seriously, hands on your hips.
“Oh, of course it isn’t,” Lottie laughed, but her expression softened immediately after. She stopped in front of you, glancing down at you. She lifted her hands until they landed on your cheeks and leaned in. You felt her thumbs brush your skin. Her breath ghosted over your lips, smelling of wine mixed with sweet vape liquid.
The first kiss was gentle. Brief. You barely felt it.
“I didn’t mean to scare you,” she mumbled, kissing you again and again. Each kiss lasted longer than the last. You dug your fingers into her forearms, pulling a deep rumble from her throat. You didn’t protest when she tilted your head. You obediently parted your lips, letting her slip her tongue inside.
You still hadn’t had a proper, real make out session. You had held back on things like that to see if Lottie would get bored, but she respected it. Now, you didn’t mind Lottie’s teeth nibbling at your lips.
She finally pulled away with an almost obscene smack. She pecked your lips as if trying to soothe the bites on your swollen mouth. She herself was flushed red to the ears.
“Will you forgive me?”
“Maybe…”
Lottie found it hard to pull away from you. She kept leaning back in, stealing more kisses. Her hands slid down to your hips. You wanted to rise onto your toes to reach her better, but Lottie bent down instead. You wrapped your arms around her neck.
You didn’t notice when Lottie started guiding you backward until your hip hit the kitchen island. She snorted when she felt you gasp into her mouth in surprise.
The rest happened much faster.
You tangled your fingers in her hair. One of Lottie’s hands gripped the back of your neck and took control. You liked that little dominance. She set the pace, led the entire kiss. And though there was still shyness in it, Lottie knew exactly what she wanted.
She squeezed your hip and pushed hers forward. Your leg wrapped tightly around her until you felt what Lottie wanted you to notice.
Lottie was rock hard in her pants.
You were surprised by how suddenly warm you became. By how hot Lottie was, and how good it felt to sense the outline of her cock. Lottie didn’t shove her hands into your panties or try to undress you. She ground her length against you gently, giving you time to push her away.
She broke from your lips, then tilted your head back. Firmly, but carefully enough not to hurt you. Your heart thudded harder against your ribs, and a pleasant tension gathered low in your belly. A quiet moan slipped from your throat the moment her lips brushed your neck.
“You’re okay?” she asked, breathing hard.
Lottie was giving you space to back out, but suddenly you realized it didn’t bother you. You could give yourself to her that night and wouldn’t feel the slightest regret.
“Yeah” you confirmed softly.
Lottie nodded, giving you an almost nervous smile, and quickly returned to kissing your entire neck.
You thought you knew where this was going, so shamelessly you reached for her crotch, finding the zipper. Lottie moaned louder than she meant to and pressed her now leaking cock into your hand. You tried to pull the zipper down, but she stopped you.
She stopped kissing you. Rested her forehead against your shoulder, barely catching her breath.
You had been convinced you’d end up in bed that evening, but now you weren’t so sure.
“Did I do something…?” you began, but Lottie immediately started denying it frantically.
“No, no… God, no,” she gasped, lifting her head to look at you. Her face showed every emotion at once. You couldn’t understand what was wrong, but Lottie was clearly wrestling with something in her head.
You gave her time.
Seconds passed, and Lottie turned ruby red with embarrassment. Finally, she dropped a bomb on you that you had no idea what to do with.
“I’m a virgin,” she blurted out at last.
It sounded like a joke, and you had to suppress the urge to laugh across the whole kitchen. So many rumors had spread around campus that Lottie was in a different bed every week, that she was incredible in bed, that girls went crazy for her. You had heard them all.
“I’m sorry?”
Lottie stepped back and gestured wildly, as if that explained anything.
“I mean… well…” she stumbled over her words for a moment. “I haven’t… had sex. Oral, yes. I mean, I’ve gone down on girls. And fingers. A lot of that, actually, but…” She explained without meeting your eyes. “It never got to penetration.”
“Lottie…”
“I know!” she groaned, frustrated. “It’s pathetic. And you’re probably disappointed because you expected the fuck of your life, but I don’t want to ruin anything between us. And… and I want to be completely honest with you.”
“Lottie, it’s nothing…”
“It’s because I’m too big.”
Now she looked you in the eyes and instantly regretted it. She licked her lips and instinctively adjusted herself in her pants to make the erection look smaller.
“Okay…?”
“And girls get scared by it. I wouldn’t want you to…” She trailed off, uncertain of your reaction. “Reject me because of that. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Silence fell. Lottie was nervous. She fidgeted with her fingers, waiting for any kind of response.
It sounded absurd. Lottie Matthews was a virgin, rejected by girls because her fucking cock was too big.
“Lottie,” you exhaled. “We don’t have to have sex tonight. We can wait.”
Her possible size intimidated you in that situation, but this hadn’t all been just to sleep with Lottie. You genuinely liked her. And for now, nothing else mattered.
“Wait?” she repeated hollowly, watching you cautiously. She was still bracing for a blow. But none came. She visibly relaxed, surprised.
“Nothing’s chasing us,” you snorted, taking her hand and pulling her closer.
She still barely believed such a calm reaction, but she wasn’t about to complain. She nodded slowly and fixed you with puppy eyes, earning a kiss on the nose. The tension drained from her muscles like air from a balloon. She buried her face in your neck.
“Don’t you want to know how big it is?” she asked after a minute, playing with your bra strap.
Contents: fingering (r receiving), reader is afab but no pronouns used, slight mommy kink at the end there, just some soft lazy sex
Mdni
Lottie lazily running her fingers through your folds. Collecting your wetness and rubbing it over your clit before moving down again, teasingly stroking just around your entrance.
Lottie who's free hand slips under your shirt squeezing your boob. Playing with the nipple until it's hard between her fingers.
Lottie teasing you about how sensitive you are, how you're already whining when she just barely started.
Lottie who finally slips her fingers into you. Sliding in without any resistance because you're dripping wet for her. She slowly starts pumping her fingers into you, her thumb pressing against your clit. The fingers under your shirt pinching your nipple.
Lottie who pushes your shirt up, not even bothering to take it off and starts kissing and sucking nipple. Her teeth grazing it just enough to send a thrill through you and have your walls flutter around her. Occasionally pausing to let the cool air hit your saliva covered nipple.
Lottie who eventually rubs against your knee and thigh. Covering you in her wetness. Her fingers still deep inside you and her moans muffled against your chest as you both seek pleasure in each other.
Bonus: breathlessly calling her "mommy" as you come undone around her fingers.
Second bonus: eating Lottie's cum for breakfast that morning.
Getting mercilessly fucked into the mattress by Shauna, while Jackie watches. Jackie strokes your hair out of your face and dries your tears. Her voice condescendingly sweet when she tells you how well you're taking it.
Shauna grabs a fistful of your hair and makes you look at Jackie while she ruins you.
let’s play a game called you put your finger inside of me and keep it still while you tell me all the gross things you want to do to me and see what makes me clench the hardest then tease me about it while i try to deny everything. okay?
