Hey everyone! I made a thirst blog! Because I see people horny posting and it looks like a really fun time! I also want a place to celebrate queer sex.
But! I’m also going to be starting writing my Teen Rated stuff on my main blog so I want a separate space for these shenanigans.
I am in a committed relationship that is currently monogamous, so please act accordingly. But I take friendly flirting and compliments at all times!
Send me stuff! (About Taivan, other Yellowjackets, hot T4T art or fics, about some hot queer movie or tv show from the 90s/2000s)
Things I don’t want to interact with:
- age play, scat, cnc, real life people (let’s focus on Taissa and Van, not their actors), p1ss, knives, hard degradation (banter is fine), Omegaverse (no shame to any of these yums, just not for me)
- I love a good mommy kink and Van would definitely have one, but I’d like to only write Taissa as a Femme Daddy
Just to let you know, my sexuality is pretty wide so there will be a umbrella celebration of queer sex on here as well as the more straightforward dykeposting. In me there lies two wolves and whatnot.
It’s cumming! This one shot will be written, I promise!
Tai lined up the belt in her hand and struck Van’s skin. Van took a hissing inhale. Tai didn’t say anything for a beat, then remembered how this form of play went.
“Uh, count?”
Van snorted. “Wow was that it? You’re really laying down the law there, big timer.”
What an ass. “You gonna count or are you gonna sit there and talk your shit?”
“I’m not even sitting, but ‘kay. One.”
“Good job, Princess.” Taissa lined up her next strike but hesitated. Van was wiggling their ass.
“What the hell are you doing?”
Taissa could hear the snicker in Van’s voice. “Why, I’m curtsying.”
“Curtsying.”
“Yes. I’m a good little Princess.”
“You’re a jackass that can’t fucking count.”
“Ooh, way harsh, Tai–“
-THWACK-
Taissa’s next swing carried the weight of decades of irritation from hearing her least favorite movie quote.
Van gave a satisfied groan. “Now that’s more like it, Daddy. Two.”
The worry Tai felt about hurting Van disappeared with Van’s reacknowledgment of their roles.
If you’re still taking prompts, I just had an idea that maybe I’ll make it into a proper fic as well but maybe I can already leave the idea out there to manifest it.
It would be kinda angst with Van having a bad day dealing with the break up and separation, maybe goes out to a club to try distract themselves, but end up back home and masturbating to some explicit, vulgar and graphic lesbian porn tapes just because the exaggeration of it makes it easier to forget everything
Hi, sorry for the delay. Work caught up with me and it is a cold shower for my horny brain.
It was a rough night. Against their better judgement, Van had attempted to go out clubbing tonight. It was the first time in a club since Tai had stood them up. Yeah, they were broken up, but the breakup happened almost a year ago, Van didn’t realize that their hookups were also over.
After taking one too many shots at the bar, and trying – and failing – to ask some women to come home with them, Van crawled out of the cab and up into their apartment.
They stumbled to the box behind the entertainment center, labeled ‘behind the beaded curtain’, and took out the tape on top of the stack.
‘Big Bodacious Babes’ Read the title on the screen. Van could hardly believe the title, harkening them back to a dusty old magazine long ago..
Stop. Don’t think about that shit.
They looked back at the three half-naked women adorning the cover. French tip manicures, platinum blonde hair, and melon-like implants with triangular tan lines denoting skimpy bikini tops.
So unnatural, unlike out there. So fake, unlike what was forged between them and Tai…
Stop. Start the fucking tape.
Van put in the tape and parked on the couch, unbuckling their belt. The video started off with a blaring saxophone, with three women sunbathing by a pool in what was most likely the San Fernando Valley.
Van tuned out the wooden dialogue about house sitting or something about being a PA, and slurped on their beer.
~
An awkward cut to two of the women adorning strap ons. One pink, one purple. The third was between them, taking in silicone with both her mouth and her pussy. Van’s hand was fully in their boxers, swimming in wetness.
The woman in front harshly tugged a fistful of hair of the woman she was throat-fucking. “You like that? You little slut?” She grunted.
Van groaned a filthy moan that was much more real than the giggle uttered out between the gluck-gluck-gluck of the woman receiving the pink cock.
“Fuck, take that dick..” Van whined, flicking their fingers in time with the pounding silicone on screen.
The blondes with the straps made out with each other sort of lazily for a moment. Then the one fucking from behind began to spank the receiving woman’s ass with her talon-like manicure.
With every slap and squelch of the purple dildo, Van’s hips jutted forward into their stroking hand. Chasing more friction that never felt enough.
~
An awkward cut in the film again. This time to a woman riding another’s face while she was sucking off the juices on the purple dildo. Van was fixated on the bounce of her tits as she ground down on the woman below her.
“Oh— fuck” Van normally could hold out until the double penetration clip, but the pillow they were now grinding on (and the earlier overindulgence in tequila) was making their orgasm bubbling up much faster than usual.
Van came to the cacophony of theatrical moans and squeals. Hiding the very guttural and raw sounds that escaped their throat.
After they came down from the buzz of their orgasm, they looked upon the film with a tinge of disgust.
Why do I keep watching this? They mused while ambling to the shower.
I’m thinking Van had a rough day and instead of softly sucking on tai’s tits (gold, btw) they could be more demanding and wanting to release the stress by also being a bit rough with a bottom!Tai. Maybe something involving strapping but that’s just an addiction of mine
Whatever anon sent that tit-sucking ask is a person after my own heart.
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Van stormed into the house with their jaw jutted out. Taissa could see the bad mood radiating off of Van from across the room.
Van closed the distance between them and pulled Tai into a firm hug. Tai could see Van’s pale eyelashes clumped together with moisture.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Tai whispered.
“No.” Van hid their face into Tai’s curls.
“What is it that you want, Van?” Taissa knew the answer.
“You.”
~
Van wasted little time on foreplay. A brief spread of Tai’s wetness through her folds and a thorough squeeze of lube was all the lead-up there was before the strap was pushed into Tai.
She shuddered at the cold and Van barely saw her face slip back into focus before they began moving the cock inside of Tai.
“Holy fuck, Van. What’s the hurry?”
Van gripped Taissa’s hips, fingers digging into her firm skin. “No hurry. I just want it now.”
Taissa was about to comment at what a silly contradiction that statement was, but then Van angled their thrusts to pound Taissa right into her g-spot. “Fuck, right there! Baby yesss.”
Van moved one of their hands to stroke Tai’s soaking clit in firm circles. The sensation felt amazing and Tai closed her eyes in bliss.
Van clasped Tai’s jaw in their other hand. “Look at me, Tai.” Tai looked at Van’s fierce gaze. Their arms flushed and flexed, holding Taissa down as they drove into her.
Van didn’t often take such a hard hold onto the steering wheel, but when they did, there was no question who called the shots. Taissa couldn’t get enough of it.
Sensing Taissa’s arousal, Van grabbed each of Tai’s legs and put them onto their shoulders. “Tell me you’re mine.” They growled.
“Oh fuck Van. I’m yours-oh-fuck– I’m yours because you know- ohmygod– you know what I need.”
“And what is it you need?”
“Fuck baby..” Tai sighed. “I need you— to cum inside me. Make me yours” Her eyes seared into Van’s in an intense plea.
Hearing those words caused Van’s brain to spark. They felt their hips regain a vigorous pace, driving the strap as deep into Taissa as it could go.
“Holy shit Tai. I’m so glad you’re mine. Ah-fuck are you ready for it?”
Taissa’s pants picked up to the pace of Van’s thrusts. “Please” was all she could utter as her eyes rolled back into her head.
“Then take it— Fuuuck! Take my load..” Van could hardly compute the words coming out of their mouth for they felt themselves spill over the edge and deeply into Tai.
Tai reached her peak when Van made firm, slow pumps; emptying themselves into Tai. She squealed and clenched her long legs around Van’s ass and held them there.
They collapsed into each other, sweating and making gasping kisses and pecks. Their fluttering heartbeats syncopated their rhythm and the kisses got slower and sweeter.
Van rolled on their back and scooped Taissa on top of them for one more languid kiss.
“I take it you feel better, handsome?” Tai murmured against Van’s neck.
“God, yeah. That was hot. But I could really go for some food after a workout like that.”
Taissa laughed and raised herself up on her elbow. “You mean to tell me you were just hangry this whole time?”
“Yeah, but you were practically throwing yourself at me how could I say no— Ow!” Taissa nipped Van’s ear harshly before giggling.
Still on a prompt break but writing on my oneshots when I feel a burst of inspiration….
Taissa finally emerged from her home office at about 6:30 pm. Van hoped the smell of the soy chorizo they were sizzling on the stove would finally do its trick. “Hey Tai, dotted all your ‘i’s and crossed all your ‘t’s?” Van asked, turning off the burner.
“Open your mouth.”
“What?”
“You heard me.” Tai’s voice was stern. “Open. Your. Mouth.” She had closed the distance between them, her eyes zeroed in on Van’s lips.
Van opened their mouth and Taissa swiftly stuck two of her fingers in between Van’s lips. “Don’t make me tell you what to do next.” Taissa said.
Van began to suck on Tai’s fingers. A small curl formed on the corner of Tai’s mouth. Van noticed a familiar taste on Tai’s fingers.
A flash of recognition must’ve shown on Van’s face because Tai began to speak softly. “Yeah, you know what that is, hm? Someone’s behavior got Daddy very very worked up today. She tried to take care of it herself. Yeah, you taste it, don’t you? But Daddy’s still feeling needy.”
Van couldn’t contain the smug grin as they recalled teasing Tai throughout her workday.
Taissa whipped her fingers out of Van’s mouth. Before Van could speak, she gave Van a sharp yet light slap with her wet hand. “Daddy doesn’t like feeling needy. You’re going to fix that.”
Van felt the rush of cold from their spit on their cheek and a rush of heat burning in Taissa’s gaze.
Van licked their lips. “Mmm that wasn’t enough of a taste, Tai. I could have more and give you what you need.” Van leaned back on the stove, not so subtly flexing their arms.
Taissa raised her eyebrow. What a show off. “What’ll it be Tai—
“Ah-ah. ‘Tai’ doesn’t listen to commands.” She made to curl her arm possessively around Van’s waist, where she switched the stove burner off.
Van rolled their eyes. “How can I be of service, Daddy?”
Taissa saw a rebellious glint in Van’s eye. Oh they’re going to give me absolute hell. I better make sure they know who’s in charge.
“Less talk.” She pointed at the floor. “Down.”
“Oooh. You are needy.” Van said, sinking to their knees and deftly undoing Tai’s zipper.
“Oh fuck. Mmm right there. That’s right where Daddy needs it.” Tai could already feel her orgasm coming to a boil. Van, as always, was ruthlessly efficient with their tongue. Many bathroom/locker room/quasi-public quickies had honed Van’s oral skills.
Tai had a leg pulled out of her pants and tucked over Van’s shoulder. She had a hand clasped tightly to Van’s head and the other holding herself steady on the kitchen island. “Fuck baby, please don’t stop. I’m so close.”
Van grinned and slowed down their tongue. “Better ask more nicely.” They said.
“You brat.” Taissa growled.
Van laughed and went back to eating Taissa out. Tai gripped their scalp and pulled their head back. “Lay down. I’m driving now.”
van would enjoy relaxing after a long day but sucking on tais tits
“What’s got you being a grouchy ass today?” Tai asks.
“I’m not even grouchy.” Grumbles Van.
Tai scoffs. “Oh really? Like any time you come home with donuts– offered me none by the way– barley muttering a “hey” before shuffling straight to the couch to then get donut crumbs on, you’re not in a bad mood.”
“We can’t all be the chipper folks that complain about crumbs —which is rude of you to presume I should add. But yes, today sucked I just kind of want to zone out.” Van says.
“Alone?” Tai asks.
Van doesn’t respond. Tai gets up to walk away. Van grabs her wrist. “You can stay.”
Taissa lays back. “Put the donut down and c’mere.”
Van hesitates mid-bite of their sprinkle donut and tosses it back into the box. They nuzzle their face into Taissa’s shoulder.
Taissa scratches Van’s scalp softly as the pair regulates their breath together. Taissa’s shirt is cut low. Enticingly low.
Van ghosts their lips onto Taissa’s collarbone. Tai groans and her chest heaves up in a sharp inhale. “Hmmm. Need a distraction, baby?”
Van notices Tai’s nipples begin to poke through her shirt. Their hand comes up to stroke a nipple through the thin layers of Tai’s shirt and bra. Van sighs, “Yeah. I really could use a distraction.”
Tai pulls away and whips off her shirt. “Unless you’d rather have some donuts and alone time.”
Van deftly unclasps her bra. “Are you kidding, I’ve got the finest snack around.”
Tai can only gasp in delight as Van takes one of her nipples into their mouth.
Still on a prompt break but writing on my oneshots when I feel a burst of inspiration….
Taissa finally emerged from her home office at about 6:30 pm. Van hoped the smell of the soy chorizo they were sizzling on the stove would finally do its trick. “Hey Tai, dotted all your ‘i’s and crossed all your ‘t’s?” Van asked, turning off the burner.
“Open your mouth.”
“What?”
“You heard me.” Tai’s voice was stern. “Open. Your. Mouth.” She had closed the distance between them, her eyes zeroed in on Van’s lips.
Van opened their mouth and Taissa swiftly stuck two of her fingers in between Van’s lips. “Don’t make me tell you what to do next.” Taissa said.
Van began to suck on Tai’s fingers. A small curl formed on the corner of Tai’s mouth. Van noticed a familiar taste on Tai’s fingers.
A flash of recognition must’ve shown on Van’s face because Tai began to speak softly. “Yeah, you know what that is, hm? Someone’s behavior got Daddy very very worked up today. She tried to take care of it herself. Yeah, you taste it, don’t you? But Daddy’s still feeling needy.”
Van couldn’t contain the smug grin as they recalled teasing Tai throughout her workday.
Taissa whipped her fingers out of Van’s mouth. Before Van could speak, she gave Van a sharp yet light slap with her wet hand. “Daddy doesn’t like feeling needy. You’re going to fix that.”
Van felt the rush of cold from their spit on their cheek and a rush of heat burning in Taissa’s gaze.
Van licked their lips. “Mmm that wasn’t enough of a taste, Tai. I could have more and give you what you need.” Van leaned back on the stove, not so subtly flexing their arms.
Taissa raised her eyebrow. What a show off. “What’ll it be Tai—
“Ah-ah. ‘Tai’ doesn’t listen to commands.” She made to curl her arm possessively around Van’s waist, where she switched the stove burner off.
Van rolled their eyes. “How can I be of service, Daddy?”
Taissa saw a rebellious glint in Van’s eye. Oh they’re going to give me absolute hell. I better make sure they know who’s in charge.
“Less talk.” She pointed at the floor. “Down.”
“Oooh. You are needy.” Van said, sinking to their knees and deftly undoing Tai’s zipper.
