may

they/them, music is my way to cope, you can call me may, 20!!

[g1rld1ary]

mister carter

this is a nsfw series. read at your own risk, read the specific warnings for each part

➻ part one

starting at a fancy new law firm, you meet the young partner and his fashion ceo wife

➻ part two

you get closer to the couple and discover a few secrets about them

➻ part three

lines are crossed between you and the potters

➻ part four

the tension building up all summer comes to a head

[a7dromeda]

— TWO IS BETTER THAN ONE

frat boy! natalie scatorccio x fem! reader x frat boy! lottie matthews . . .

synopsis : they always say that two will always be better than one.

word count : 2.3k words.

— tags & warnings : nsfw content. minors do not interact. threesome, double penetration, gp! natalie, gp! lottie , rough sex, p in v sex, unprotected sex, implied breeding, blowjobs, oral (lottie! receiving), college! au, contains cursing, dirty talk, overstimulation, lottie accidentally walks in lmao, contains heavy cursing, porn w plot, NOT PROOFREAD.

— read the request from here . . 💌

Attending a party with midterms right around the corner was a risk you didn't even know you'd take this Friday night.

You had promised yourself you'd bury your nose on the mountain of textbooks slowly piling up on the hardwood of your desk, try to atleast give yourself a chance — yet just hours ago, an unexpected argument with one of your professors that was definitely being a dickhead again had left you sour.

That's how you ended up here, cramped against the fraternity house that had suddenly thrown an unexpected party, restricted under the stairs with people snogging each other left and right as blinding lights filled the place, blaring music drowning the shout and excitement the other people had been showing.

The unexpected party was already loud when you got there along with your friend that was missing by now, music blaring left and right as a haze of cigarettes and vapes lingered thickly through the air. The house smelled like cheap liquor from the dollar store along with half-burnt weed, and from where you stood - you can see a line forming by the hallway, leading to the small, cramped bathroom.

You stood there, clutching a red plastic cup against your hand as you leaned on the wall just beside the stairs, looking over at the sea of people forming by the basement of the house, sweat starting to linger through the walls. You had been wondering at the last five minutes as you stood there where the fuck was your friend, and how your recent life choices would definitely fuck up your college life.

You tried your best to squeeze through the wooden staircase, leading up to the house itself as you heard the loud cheers at the entrance of the fraternity house, with people cheering as your eyes caught up to the familiar piercing green eyes that had been haunting you for the past three goddamn days of your life.

"Fuck," you mumbled under your own breath, before speeding up to refill your cup on the kitchen, fingers slightly trembling.

But it was already too late, a hand you can recognize from anywhere had already wrapped around your waist, pinning you on the marble countertops as you were forced to turn around.

"What the fuck do you want?" you hissed, looking up to see the person no other than Natalie Scatorccio, the girl whom you hooked up with last week and had the fucking audacity to leave her number like some kind of stupid hotline.

Natalie lazily smirked — the smirk she'd known that was so goddamn attractive, her fangs peeking up as her mouth curled at you.

"Chill, sweetheart." she murmured, her voice sounding like gravel. "What's gotten into you? You're uptight already." she chuckled.

"Leave me alone, Natalie." you said, trying to desperately get out of her grip as you clenched your jaw, "The hell do you want from me?" you said, looking up at her.

"You." Natalie murmured, her free hand tracing the outline of your hips through the dress you wore, her green, sharp eyes already scrutinizing your gaze as the minutes dragged on between the two of you. "Thought that was already obvious?" she added.

"Oh fuck you," you spat, trying to break free from her grip as she held up that shit-eating grin you had always loved and hated at the same time.

"Yeah? Sure I can, babe." she murmured, "What's gotten you so uptight, hm?" she said, suddenly hoisting you up at the countertop, with you instinctively placing your hands on her shoulders as she caged you with her two hands.

"Fucking... professor humiliated me in front of the whole class," you scoffed, chugging the drink you placed onto the countertop not so far, "Pissed me off, and midterms are next week." you added.

Natalie's hands that were previously pressed against the surface had now snaked themselves onto your waist, looking at you as she smirked at that, thumb rubbing small circles around your hips, listening to what you were saying.

"Then let's fix it?" her voice that was raspy, yet gentle had asked you, before you smashed your lips against her, wrapping your arms around her neck, pulling her closer to your body.

That was how you and Natalie had stumbled upon her room upstairs, the skimpy dress you've been wearing all evening had been abandoned in the carpets of her floor along with your bra and underwear.

Fingers gripping against the sheets of her bed, trying to contain your moans as your back arched, Natalie's lips swirling around your hardened nipple as her palm squeezed your other one, before switching to the other nipple as your legs spread further, inviting her.

"Fuck, Nat..." you spoke, your eyes closing as you only heard the raspy chuckle escape from your lips, with her peppering your stomach with kisses as her hand had finally swept over your folds, groaning from how wet you were already for her.

"Christ," she murmured, her voice already jagged and raspy as she looked at you. "I haven't touched you for days, and you're already this dripping for me?" she mumbled, dragging her fingers over your wet folds just to emphasize her point.

A sob escaped your lips from that, bucking your hips impatiently to atleast find some sort of friction, your actions already driven from pure want and need.

"Nat— fuck— please!" you said, before her lips crashed against yours, your tongues fighting for dominance.

Her fingers were rubbing slow, tortuous circles against your clit— massaging the small bundle of nerves that had you moaning against her mouth, before she swallowed up all the noises you were making as you both continued to kiss.

Finally, with the slow drag of her fingers against your folds — two fingers pushed themselves inside your gummy walls, your mouth falling open as your hips were impatiently bucking against Natalie's long, thick fingers that seemed to stuff you so full.

"That's it," she whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead as her fingers curled just right, uncurling themselves as she started to thrust them in a fast pace, your back arching painfully against the bed.

"God," you choked up, eyes rolling back at your head as she scissored them just right, a tight knot already forming at the pits of your stomach, your grip on her arm that was between your legs tightening.

"I'm gonna cum! — I'm gonna—" you whined out, before she pressed her lips against yours, pulling away.

"Yeah? Come." she rasped out, her thumb continuing to rub small circles against your lips as you cried at the stimulation, tears stinging your eyes before falling into the sheets as the knot untangled— your orgasm rippling through your brains as you came in her fingers.

Natalie's fingers were a relentless rhythm inside you, her pace slowing down as you rode your orgasm, yet still deep and persistent as you finished from your high, slumping down the familiar sheets as she pulled her fingers out, licking them off clean before releasing them with a pop.

She unbuckled her belt, leaning against the headboard as her length sprung free from her boxers, already half-hard and leaking with pre-cum as she groaned, making you sit up and straddle her lap, her hardened cock pressing against your thigh as you whined.

"Nat... I can't." you mumbled against her shoulder as she kisses your forehead, tucking the loose strand behind your ear.

"You definitely can," she murmured, looking at you as she lined up against your entrance.

"We can take it slow, hm?" she added as she started to push inside just slowly, her walls already swallowing her length as you both groaned, hands pushing against her shoulder to make you sit properly, hands resting on her stomach as you whimpered.

All seemed fine between the two of you before the door of Natalie's bedroom suddenly opened, with you immediately pressing yourself against her as she chuckled lazily, not even minding that the two of you were practically naked underneath a blanket that you had lazily thrown last minute.

"Are you seriously fucking each other in a room with walls that are paperly thin?" a voice had asked, slightly unimpressed that belonged to no other than Lottie Matthews, a cigarette pressed between her fingers as she slowly exhaled the smoke out from her mouth, looking at Natalie.

Natalie smirked lazily, "What're you here for, moron?" she asked, "You jealous?" she added with a chuckle as Lottie slightly laughed at that, her gaze still unimpressed, though it shined with want.

It should've pissed you off, given that Natalie was still very inside you— and the fact that the two of them, probably the two most popular girls around your college was in one room with you, the other one with her dick still buried inside you, yet they were talking like they discussed shit about weather.

"Jackie's waiting downstairs, said we have some shit to discuss after the party." Lottie murmured, leaning against the door as she stepped inside, before closing it as she inhaled the smoke from her cigarette.

Natalie only groaned at that, the coldness of her metal rings pressing against your waist as her fingers only tightened, before looking at Lottie again. "What the fuck does she need from me now," she grumbled under her breath, now slightly annoyed from what you could make out from her face.

"She's pretty, Nat." Lottie murmured as her gaze now fell over you, wetting her lower lips as she smirked.

"Yeah, she is." Natalie smirked, pressing a kiss against your jaw as her hips subtly started to move again, her eyes remaining on Lottie's the whole time as an idea popped through the blonde's mind.

"Wanna join us?" Nat offered as Lottie's smirk widened at that, her gaze falling over you once again as if to silently ask for permission. "That okay, pretty?"

But your eyes were already closed, raspy moans escaping your lips as Natalie started to thrust her hips deeper and faster, all coherent thoughts flushing down the rain as you buried your head against her neck, muffling your moans.

"She asked you a question, baby." Natalie murmured, her grip against your waist squeezing impossibly tight as she looked up at you through her half-lidded eyes, "Don't tell me you're that fucked out to answer?" she murmured, gripping you tightly.

Your eyes opened, vision blurry as you nodded, "Y-Yeah." you said, making yourself sit against her lap again, hands resting on her stomach as you bounced off her dick shamelessly, before you felt your head getting tilted, Lottie's lips crashing against yours.

Unlike Natalie, Lottie's lips tasted like smoke and something sweet at the same time her kiss gentle yet rough as she swiped her tongue over your bottom lip, opening your mouth as she deepened the kiss, hands caressing down your neck and down to your chest, cupping your chest while her lips moved down your neck.

You closed your eyes, letting her take whatever she could as Natalie's thrusts were unforgiving beneath you, her pace turning to brutal and deep. The brunette pulled away, unbuckling her pants with trembling hands down to her ankles along with her boxers as her cock sprung free in her hands.

Lottie's was much more bigger than Natalie, given that the Gods had blessed her with her height, but hers looked much angrier, already fully hard and pre-cum sliding off her length as she pumped herself a few times, before pressing them against your lips as you greedily took her inside yours.

You bobbed your head, maintaining eye contact with her as she groaned, fisting your head as she looked down on you with a lazy smirk. "Fuck yeah," she murmured, her grip on your hair tightening as you struggled to take her deeper, given her size.

"Fuck— fuck, choke on it." she mumbled, hazy from the pleasure as she gripped your head, the head of her length already hitting the back of your throat.

Lottie's thrusts were brutal, head tilted up to the ceiling as you choked down her cock, tears springing from your eyes as she repeatedly hit your throat with her sharpened thrusts.

Underneath you, Natalie was busy chasing her high, thrusts that were borderline hitting your cervix as her eyes were closed, groaning from the pleasure as your folds squeezed her tightly.

"I'm close," she rasped out, her hands resting on your waist squeezing you impossibly hard. "You wouldn't mind if I don't pull out, won't you baby?" she rasped out, "Fuck, I don't think I can pull out—" she said, chuckling as she groaned.

But you were too busy choking from Lottie's cock, shaking your head as your clammy hands gripped Lottie's hips, eyes rolling back as her thrusts were all uncoordinated now, her thighs trembling.

Before you can comprehend what was happening, Lottie was pulling away — fisting her cock that was now covered in your spit, pulling you closer as she fisted, groaning as thick ropes of cum splattered against your breasts, spilling all over your stomach and the sides of your jaw.

She was breathing heavily as you kissed her deeply, your palm cradling her nape. Natalie also came shortly after, hips snapping roughly against yours as you felt the warm liquid fill you, painting your walls white as her rough hands pulled your face from Lottie, crashing her lips against yours as she came down from her high.

The room reeked of smoke, sweat, and sex— the sheets ruined as you rested against them, watching the two of them dress up as you covered yourself in Natalie's sheets, completely exhausted to the bone as you lit a cigarette, holding them between your fingers.

As you laid there, you could only think of two things — one that this was definitely the craziest shit you pulled all throughout your college life— and two? you'd definitely do it again.

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yellowjackets / masterlist / natalie / lottie

[rhiannonsknife]

t!fem nat thoughts... reader and her getting high together and nat trying to hide how hard and desperate she is...

nat who will get so turned on pretty much every time you two smoke together (a pretty frequent occurrence): there’s just something about her brain getting all fuzzy, and the warmth of your body so close to her own, that makes resisting even harder than it already is when she’s 100% sober. nat who can usually pull herself together, though: she isn’t some rookie who will suddenly lose all sense of self control just because she’s high: she’ll simply wait it out, lazily indulge in some of her fantasies as you lie sprawled on her couch & doze off, until you finally decide it’s time to call it a night and leave nat to it. only then, she’ll sometimes give in and jerk off to the thought of you, the remnants of the weed making her fist feel as good as she imagines your pussy would be, clenching around her, which is about as good as a substitute as it’ll get, and makes her finish in mere seconds.

so, nat, who, with all her experience, obviously doesn’t expect it when she suddenly feels herself getting hard during one of your hangouts. it’s never happened to her, ever, but there’s no hiding it, either, because once her dick starts swelling, even her desperate attempt to think of mundane, unsexy things to get it to go down proves useless, and there’s a bulge straining against her skirt (why, nat still absently wonders in all her desperation, why the fuck did she choose a skirt today?) in no time whatsoever. nat who still squirms and rubs her thighs together in an attempt to hide it, but who only ends up drawing more attention to herself and, more importantly, the bulge.

fwb with t!fem nat, in this specific scenario...? being cool/open with her to a point where you can just offer her a hand without it ‘having to mean anything’ or either of you turning it into a big deal? giving nat a handjob to help her with that, both of you still a little high as she hurriedly gets her cock out, in a rush now that she’s heard your offer, afraid you could change your mind.

you can still feel the remnants of your high, making the glide of your palm along the length of nat’s erection feel smoother than it actually is. you’re sitting face to face on her bed, smiling lazily as you twist your wrist on the next stroke. nat hisses in pleasure, eyes snapping down as if only just realizing that you’ve got her dick in your hand, fingers wrapped firmly around it as you keep jerking her off. biting her lip, she starts rolling her hips, cock throbbing as it glides through the tight channel you’ve formed with your fist. “d-don’t stop-“ nat mutters, leaning more of her weight back on her own hands, which rest on the mattress and curl in the sheets as she watches her tip poke out on every upward motion. you shake your head in response and lick the palm of your free hand once before bringing it down as well to give nat even more stimulation. with a groan, her head tips back, her hips picking up their pace, moving faster. now using both your hands, you pump them along her length harder, occasionally squeezing the swollen, slick tip of her cock, and feeling it twitch wildly under the touch. like that, with nat using your hands like some fucking fleshlight by thrusting into them, it isn’t long at all before she cums. her whole body tenses the moment it washes over her, her thighs going rigid and her ass lifting off the mattress as her dick throbs once more before releasing all over your hands, cum sticking to your knuckles while nat trembles & moans through the aftershocks.

the concept of it becoming a proper thing, after that first time jerking her off: you’ll meet up at nat’s trailer, smoke together as usual, then fuck through your high for hours on end, until it eventually wears off and you either leave to go back home or, more often than not, fall asleep all sweaty and naked and still curled up against her (because, again, she’s casual like that).

sucking nat off mid-smoke, anyone? feeling her get hard before you’ve even decided on what you’ll be doing, so you get down to your knees and squeeze her thighs, asking her to get her cock out for you even though she hasn’t finished smoking her joint yet…? matter of fact, sucking nat of while she’s still smoking it, doubling your efforts to see whether or not you can make her cum before she finishes, etc etc.

nat who shotguns you after you’ve swallowed her cum?? wait, no, actually: nat who shotguns you while you’re still fucking…….? she’ll turn away and reach for the joint while you’re on top of her (and playfully clench your walls around her dick to feel how she throbs/leaks precum in response), then take a drag before tilting her head back toward you and motioning for you to come closer so she can breathe the smoke straight into your mouth.

losing all sense of urgency while you’re having sex (and, speaking of which, losing all sense of time, too, because you could really be at it for hours at a time without either of you noticing) to a point where you beg to nat cum inside…?

[maneatermatthews]

I’m an astronaut

You’re the moon

[cba4sh1t]

spreading the jackie love <3

pics not mine, found them on twitter <3

[loveroffemmes]

Fratboy! Jackie plz-🎅🏼

Fratboy!Jackie Headcanons

warning: ns/fw, drinking, smoking

masterlist

i wanted someone to request this SO BAD simply bc 1. i’ve been apart of a co-ed frat before 2. i’ve also gone out with a frat guy LOL 3. i have spent most of my uni weekends inside a frat house </3

SO, THIS WILL BE ACCURATE AS HELLLL (literally using two pics i’ve taken at frats…)

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Fratboy!Jackie who greets you and your friends at the door, letting you skip the line every time, despite the frat president telling her off for it every single time.

Fratboy!Jackie who makes the pledges get all your drinks for you; "You don't have to move a muscle, princess."

Fratboy!Jackie who has no problem throwing someone out of the party for checking you out.

Fratboy!Jackie whose drunken cigs you can taste on her tongue.

Fratboy!Jackie who chooses the frat themes as something she wants to see you in; "Baywatch" so she gets to see you in a bikini even though it's 1am on a Friday night. "Halftime Heat" so she can see you wear her jersey to the party. She loves that it says her last name on the back, so that everyone knows exactly who you belong to. "Slumber Party" so she can see you pull up in what is basically lingerie (she will be dragging you upstairs and fucking you instantly, refusing to go party until she covers every inch of you in hickeys and lipstick marks).

Fratboy!Jackie (pre-dating) who used to force the frat to throw a party every single weekend in hopes that you would turn up after she shared one amazing drunken kiss with you.

Fratboy!Jackie who holds up the entire line to the bathroom because she decides that she has to touch you, kiss you, grope you, etc. right at that very moment.

Fratboy!Jackie who won't let you sit down unless it's on her lap.

Fratboy!Jackie who doesn't let you wear your own jacket because she likes how you look in her clothes.

Fratboy!Jackie who forces the DJ to play songs you like because she wants to see you dance.

Fratboy!Jackie who loves taking body shots. A line of salt on your neck that she licks off after taking her shot, then biting the lime wedge you hold in your mouth.

Fratboy!Jackie who is embarrassingly bad at beer pong, but still insists you verse her in strip beer pong. She loses miserably each time, but still insists on playing in the slight hope that you might some day lose (she acts as if she has not fucked you every night this week and seen you naked).

Fratboy!Jackie who brings you to all the frat formal events, showing you off to all the other members. She goes with you to buy clothes for the events (she wants to watch you undress in the changing room).

Fratboy!Jackie who cannot keep her hands off of you, her hands always lingering on your ass.

Fratboy!Jackie who's always up texting you at 3am, begging you to come over because she couldn't shake the thought of how good you looked bent over for her last time.

Fratboy!Jackie who gets jealous just at the mention of another girl.

Fratboy!Jackie who loves you sitting on her face and who definitely wears the strap. She goes absolutely wild when you suck on her strap, something about your eyes looking up at her just does something to her.

[c4sings6]

I desperately need free use Jackie x fem reader 😩 I know some bits about her personality consist in owning you in multiple places

‧₊˚﹙♥︎﹚ free use!jackie + reader !! <33 ‧₊˚.

❤︎ ׅ ۫ warnings ! afab!reader. no crash!au. semi public sex. fingering. oral ⤿ cunnilingus. dry humping. alcohol consumption. went crazy with this but we love it!!

◌ ⃘ 𓈒 well , enjoy!

ohh anon i hear you….loud and clear!!!

free use!jackie who would take you anywhere, and in contrast to popular belief, she’d spoil you rotten on this topic. but why do so? the reasons (yes, plural) are easily explainable: one, she wants you to have the best time and never be bored/uncomfortable, cliche worthy. yet it gets far more interesting when it comes to reason two; she wants to have you in any place she can count, and by ‘have you’, she means to literally own you. jackie who’s more likely inspired by shauna to keep a diary, but other than just journaling about her daily life, she uses it to sign and check every place she’s had you in. mostly an entire page dedicated to it that not even shauna knows about (and this utterly proves how private it is).

now i would like you to take a look to that page……

FUN FAIR (too much noise, had to pay for the bathroom)

first place on the ‘map’, translated in: the first place that isn’t a house in which jackie fucks you in. people’s laugh and machine sounds are the only conceivable noise you hear and, nonetheless of your stamina from being on too many rides, you’re horny. jackie, who during these things is stuck to you like glue, inevitably notices it.

you rush to the nearest restroom, only for a tall dude to stand guard; definitely a security officer. he asks for two dollars to get in and initially it pisses you off to the bone; until jackie gently offers to pay, graced to you with a sultry wink that only increases your arousal.

as soon as you enter the room, jackie wastes no time in settling you above the sink with her nails digging in your hips through the frills of your top. “i love when you get needy.” she hums against your lips, taking a few inches off from your mouth once in a while to whisper stuff like that. her fingertips slowly travel under the hem of your skirt to feel how wet you already are, and that makes your grip on her back tighten. her lips withdraw from yours with a wet pop, for them to slide over your neck, leaving love bites on it.

“j-jackie….” you gasp as her digits ghost against your clothed clit. too impatient to wait, she pulls the underside of your panties to the left and finally touches you properly, making you moan. little ah ah ah’s are the only sounds you manage to spill out, and jackie’s more content to make you yell if necessary.

SHAUNA’S CAR (too much rush, we had school)

another thing shauna’s unaware about, for a change. maybe jackie previously took her car keys to chaperon you to school, given that shauna could easily go on foot. let’s pretend that the whole ‘shauna taking jackie to school with her car’ thing is something shauna would do to impress jackie; for a pure coincidence, jackie feels the itch to do the same but with you instead!!

though, as soon as you get in the car and sit, jackie senses the need to check you out in your outfit; in her mind she thinks that you’re too pretty to not be stripped off, even if your clothes look good on you.

unfortunately you barely have time, so she decides to do something arranged; she pulls over in a parking lot dangerously near to school but weirdly inhabited, and humps your thigh while still fully clothed.

her hips furiously rut against the muscle of your thigh as she tries to keep herself down on volume — mostly failing because it feels so fucking great. “god jax….” you hiss, amazed from how eager she is to have you breathless in any place. “mh— can’t help that you look good.” she whines, tribbing onto your thigh faster than before.

LOCKER ROOM (after practice)

this is by far the wildest place jackie would ever fuck you in!!! given her reputation, getting caught in the school locker room would be damaging; yet, whenever she sees you wearing your soccer uniform, all the concerns vanish.

took her stance in telling you to follow her, she doesn’t indulge in straddling you on a bench and taking your shirt off. her hands wrap around your neck perfectly as her tongue crashes into yours, roughly judging from her pace. she’s extremely content as she slides down your body with wet kisses, just to strip you off of your pants and leaving you bare underneath.

soon, her tongue comes in touch with your cunt; she takes her time putting on a show for you, enthusiastic as her hazel eyes glare up with enchantment. jackie doesn’t even care if you’re ’sweaty’: if anything, it riles her up more. you violently slam a hand to your mouth, attempting to muffle the sounds you omit.

“m’fuck…” you groan, hips rutting their way to her impatient tongue. then she wraps her lips around your sensitive clit, which causes you to whimper louder than you should.

“wowza….you should keep that down, you know?” she teases, unbeknownst to you that she actually devotedly enjoys whenever you can’t contain your amusement.

luckily everyone is too busy to even engage in finding out…this.

AT SOMEONES HOUSE DURING A PARTY

this isn’t marked because, as you could perceive, it hasn’t happened yet. but yeah, jackie would looove to drag you out at a party just to have you in a bathroom/bedroom!!

maybe even if she’s tipsy, jackie would just leave tons of lipstick marks on you collarbones to then strip you and eat you out like a woman starved.

if on a bed, maybe she’d let you sit on her face (something she’d die to try). smothering her with your cunt as she gets drunk off your taste more than off the alcohol. “fuckfuckfuck!” you shamelessly moan, getting wetter as jackie’s tongue slips into your entrance while two of her fingers tease your clit.

“uh-huh, so beautiful….” she mumbles to herself, a bit disoriented from how the room spins; yet, she can clearly recognize how potent you look on top of her.

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[rhiannonsknife]

as someone with 6 body mods.. i’d like to see which yellowjackets they would have

piercings, stretched lobes , etc

JACKIE TAYLOR : first lobe piercings, then second lobes later in life. a helix. secretly got her nipples pierced.

first of all, jackie would 100% have her lobes pierced. i don’t know how long it’s been normal for parents to get their daughters’ ears pierced at a young age, but she probably got them done when she was still pretty little. then she got a second lobe piercing at 16, which (ironically) i could see being a pretty rebellious act in the taylor house, lowkey, and eventually a neat helix in college. overall, i feel like jackie would prefer her jewelry ‘classy,’ like gold studs & a matching ring in her helix, all still fairly easy to hide or take out without leaving scars anywhere too visible. my only hotter take for jackie is that, after a night out with shauna/the other yellowjackets, she impulsively got her nipples pierced. she’s horrified the morning after, and definitely tells everyone she took them out to let her chest heal. little do they know…..

SHAUNA SHIPMAN : first lobe piercings & an eyebrow piercing.

hear me out: shauna who got her first lobe piercings solely because jackie had them for as long as they could both remember, and talked her into getting them done so they could wear matching earrings when they were like 12….? she never gave it any thought after that, but didn’t really bother with the matching earring idea, either. for the most part, shauna simply wore some basic silver rings and called it a day, so imagine everyone’s surprise when she pulls up to practice with an eyebrow piercing one day!! much like with her lobes, she wouldn’t want to make a big deal out of it: she’d just show up with a silver bar through her brow, and that’d be about all the attention shes willing to draw to it. aside from that, i think shauna would keep the rest minimal: maybe a cartilage piercing later on, but nothing ‘over the top.’

NAT SCATORCCIO : by far the most pierced out of all of them. multiple ear piercings + slightly stretched lobes. tongue piercing. eyebrow piercings. a nose ring and/or septum. etc.

okay well, needless to say, nat is easily the most pierced out of the girls, and those above are not all the piercings i could potentially see her getting. the list goes on: all sorts of lip piercings, maybe a belly button piercing, a bridge, dermals, too, and so on and so on. there are hardly any piercings she would turn down or say no to, always looking to expand her setup, hence why she’d be very easy to persuade if somebody spontaneously offered to go get something new done. also!! most (if not all) of them were done in either very dodgy shops, the bathrooms of people who most definitely should not have been trusted to push needles through her skin and/or cartilage, or by nat herself on a whim.

LOTTIE MATTHEWS : stacked ear piercings. maybe a nostril or a sternum dermal or something.

i don’t think lottie would necessarily have a whole lot of piercings, but the ones she does have suit her so well!! she is definitely more of a gold girl over silver To Me, and i feel like while she doesn’t have many face piercings, she would have a very curated setup on both ears, from lobes to helix piercings, a conch as well as maybe a rook. and on that note, much like with jackie, i could see lottie’s parents hating every single new piercing their daughter came home with back when she lived with them, which only gave her more reason to get more done as a micro rebellious act. unlike nat, who gets pierced impulsively, you best believe lottie still does her fair share of research about it, though, and with that in mind, it’s really no surprise that all her piercings always heal without any infections/irritations whatsoever.

VAN PALMER : a lip piercing. maybe an eyebrow piercing at some point and/or sliiightly stretched lobes + multiple random ear piercings, like an industrial, or a double helix.

van gets piercings because she believes they look insanely cool on other people, first and foremost!! whilst she does care about who is pushing needles through her skin, she would also walk into the next best piercing shop (as long as it looks professional enough) on a random tuesday and come out with a new lip ring or something just because. theres not a lot of sentimentality behind how it could change her appearance: at the end of the day, van reasons, she can take it out again, and it’ll heal fine. and besides, it looks great on her, too, so who are you to complain?? also van, who lowkey has one piece of jewelry she wears all the time, because if she ever tried changing it (unfortunately, she knows that from experience), she’d end up losing either the ball or the entire piercing bar.

TAISSA TURNER : minimal piercings. first & second lobes. some cartilage piercings. maybe a nostril stud.

compared to some of the others on this list, i honestly don’t see tai with that many piercings. maybe it’s because she works in law and that feels like a pretty conservative profession #ToMe i don’t know. she would definitely still have her ears pierced, i think, and maybe even second (possibly third?) lobes, too, because if anything, she would be getting most of her piercings on her ears since that’s obviously more discreet and easier to hide than anything on her face. as for the nostril, mmmmmaybe she got it done fresh out of school, and perhaps only because the others were all getting pierced and she did like the look of it, only to end up taking it out once she got serious about law school. overall it’s all rather minimal, and no ‘major’ piercings you’d notice at first glance!

MARI IBARRA : belly button piercing. lots of ear piercings. possibly a nostril + maybe a tongue piercing she later takes out.

okay tbf the only two things i’m 1000% sure about are the plenty of ear piercings & the belly button piercing. any face piercings that can’t easily be hidden and/or could leave a scar (except for a little nose ring, Maybe with a capital M) are a massive no-go for mari, but she does love the one on her belly button. beyond that, she has accumulated quite a few ear piercings over the years and loves trying out different setups and jewelry. lowkey, as long as it’s on her ears, her worry about potential scars doesn’t count because she’s got a lot of piercings there: from stacked lobes to a good amount of cartilage on both sides. like with tai, if there’s one face piercing i could see mari with, it’d be a small nose ring/stud, but overall she absolutely prefers stuff on her ears.

MELISSA HAT : any type of nose piercing, whether it’s a septum or a nostril. helix and/or industrial.

possibly another mildly hot take but melissa, who just never got her ‘basic’ first lobes pierced at all: she didnt get the hype when she was younger, around the time most girls her age would get their ears pierced for the first time, and just never bothered doing it later in life. or, alternatively, maybe she did get them when she was little, then never wore jewelry in them, so they closed after a while. either way, i think melissa would have helix piercings, or an industrial on one side, without ever having or wearing regular earrings. with her lack of experience on that front, she naturally spends a really long time asking all her friends how much it’s gonna hurt and stuff before working up the courage to actually go to a piercer, most definitely still panicking in the chair. i also love the idea of her with any type of nose piercing!!

MISTY QUIGLEY : very, very well-maintained lobe- & maybe cartilage piercings.

rather than getting piercings herself, i think misty takes it upon herself to be the emotional + medical support for the other girls when they go get pierced. that being said, if she does get any herself, misty would both be doing a lot of research beforehand, talking even the poor piercer’s ear off with all her questions, once the marks are drawn on, as well as taking obsessively good care of them to help the healing process. but again, she’d be much more interested in other people’s business, anyway, giving plenty of unsolicited advice whenever somebody close to her gets a new one. what’s interesting is that i could see misty getting a much bolder and very uncharacteristic piercing later in life, which she keeps hidden under her clothes and only for you to see.

[jackiesnats]

Alleyway

pairing: rhiannon lewis x reader

warnings: jealous rhiannon, semi public sex, name-calling, angry rhiannon, anal fingering, spit as lube, light angst at the end but only if you squint.

summary: when rhiannon went to grab the both of you drinks, the last thing she expected was a man having his hands all over you.

request: jealous sex in the alleyway behind the bar with rhiannon x reader

Usually Rhiannon and you would spend a cozy night in, but you had convinced her to go out to the club with you. You informed her that your childhood best friend was in town and you wanted her to meet her. She would meet up with the two of you that night, and Rhiannon agreed, excited to meet your best friend.

“Hey, I’ll be right back,” Rhiannon said, pulling you in to kiss you on your cheek. “Your usual?”

You nodded, “Yes, please.”

With that, you watched as Rhiannon moved through the crowd of people. As soon as she was out of your sight, you pulled out your phone, texting your friend to see if she was still coming. Before you could even unlock your phone, a man tapped you on your shoulder. You looked up from your phone with a smile, assuming that it was your friend—but your smile soon faded when you saw that it was some random man who smelled like he used too much axe body spray.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing here all by yourself?” He asked, moving closer to you.

You sighed just as he started to rub your arm, humming at the noise you had just made. You looked at your phone, unlocking it before hitting send when you realized you never got to sending the text to your friend.

“You want me to buy you a drink?” He asked, stilling his hand on your upper arm.

As he waited for your response, he rubbed your arm with his thumb. But just as you were about to say something, Rhiannon came back with the drinks she had gone to get for the two of you in her hand.

Rhiannon frowned, looking between the two of you. You hated that she was silent, awkwardly standing there while she wrapped her head around what she just walked up to. Of course, you weren’t doing anything wrong, and she knew this, but she still didn’t like the feeling that was growing in the pit of her stomach.

“What’s going on here?” Rhiannon asked, turning to the man.

You sat there, silently hoping that the guy would walk away and drop it. But with your luck (or lack of it), he smiled.

“I was just asking if I could buy her a drink, but she never gave me her answer yet.” He turned to look at you.

You bit your lip, looking at Rhiannon, flinching slightly when you realized she had turned her attention to you. She was waiting for you to give this weird man an answer.

You took a deep breath, swallowing before you whispered, "I... no, thank you; my girlfriend here bought me a drink, so I’m good.”

The guy shook his head, giving you a piece of paper. “If you ever want to have some real fun, call me,” he said before walking away from Rhiannon and you. You took a deep breath, looking down at the piece of paper that had his number on it, and before you could even look up at Rhiannon, she grabbed it out of your hands. You watched as Rhiannon crumpled up the piece of paper and shoved it into her pocket.

“C’mon,” Rhiannon grabbed your hand. Before you could ask her what she was doing, she pulled you through the club. “We’re leaving.”

Rhiannon dragged you out of the club, and instead of calling for a cab, she led you down a dark alleyway. Before you could protest, she pulled your pants and underwear down to your ankles.

“If you’re going to act like a slut,” Rhiannon paused, slapping your ass hard. “I’m going to fuck you like one.”

“Rhee, please listen,“ you whimpered, placing both of your hands on the wall to hold yourself up. Rhiannon ignored you, spitting on her fingers before bringing them to your asshole. You flinched, being caught off guard with where she brought her fingers. “Wait, wait!”

Rhiannon moved her fingers away from your asshole and brought both of her hands to her pants. You stayed in your place, hoping no one would see you as she pulled her own pants and underwear down.

You knew she had been packing the whole time, but when she lined the tip of her strapon to your entrance, you gasped. You squeezed your eyes shut as Rhiannon pushed into you at a slow pace.

“That’s a good girl,” Rhiannon praised. “Taking my cock so well in this nasty alley like the dirty little slut you are.”

Rhiannon stayed still, allowing you to get adjusted to the size of the toy. She rubbed at your asshole once more, causing you to tense up. Rhiannon let out a breath before leaning down to whisper, "Relax, baby, I don’t want to hurt you. I need you to relax.” in your ear.

You tried your best to relax, sighing in relief as she took her finger off your asshole. You quickly flinched as you heard her spit before bringing her finger back to your entrance. She rubbed the spit against you before pushing the tip of her finger into your asshole.

“Fuck,” you whimpered.

You pushed your head against the wall, trying your best to focus anything but the finger in your asshole. As soon as Rhiannon got her whole finger into your ass, she began to slowly move her hips.

“You’re so pathetic,” she spat. “If you wanted me to fuck you in public, you could have just asked.”

You whimpered, trying your best to get used to how it felt to be filled at the same time. Before you could say anything in response, Rhiannon continued. “But no. Instead, you just had to make me jealous.”

“I’m sorry, wasn’t trying to make you jealous, promise!” You turned to look at her, but Rhiannon pulled her finger out of your ass. She used the same hand to hold your face to the wall.

“You don’t get to look at me,” she snapped. “Nasty sluts who let anyone flirt with them when their girlfriend walks away don’t get to look.”

You moaned, biting your lip in embarrassment of how loud you just were. You knew this would turn you on, but you hadn’t realized it would be to this extent.

Rhiannon began to fuck you—one hand on your wasit while the other held onto your shirt to pull you back against her. Her pace was rough and fast before letting your shirt go and holding your face against the wall.

“Such a good girl taking my cock,” Rhiannon hummed. “Going to remind you who the fuck you belong to.”

You whimpered, squeezing your eyes shut as she continued to hold you in place.

“Please don’t stop, Rhee.” you begged. “Fuck, please don’t stop; I’m so close!”

You cried out, and to your surprise, Rhiannon continued without saying a word. She reached down to rub at your clit, keeping up the same pace as you grew closer to your orgasm. You bit your lip hard, hearing voices grow closer, and it started to make you nervous. Rhiannon leaned in closer to you and whispered, “I want you to come for me, but you’ve got to be quiet, baby. Go on, be a good girl for me, and come.”

You came quietly, biting your lip so hard that you caused the skin to break. Rhiannon fucked you through your orgasm, holding you in place before pulling out of you. She helped you pull your pants and underwear up from your ankles before pulling her own up. She helped you to her truck, finally speaking up when the two of you were both in it and buckled up.

“You’re mind, right?” Rhiannon asked, glaring at you.

You knew that she was masking her anxiety with an attitude, knowing that she just needed reassurance. You placed your hand on her thigh, giving her a soft smile.

“I’m yours, Rhee. Always.”

[dearlizzies]

The countess. ༻❁༺ dating headcanons

┃𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: Elizabeth Johnson x fem! Reader.

┃𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: contains NSFW, minors do not interact.

✿ Let's start by saying that she is very cold and difficult to fall in love with, so you wouldn't be the first to flirt.

“What brings you to Cortez?, ma'am”

✿ You would look at her with admiration, you've never seen such a beautiful lady.

✿ It always seems that she has something on her mind, something dirty, imagining that she is touching you or sucking your blood, either is valid.

✿ She would admire your resplendent youth and beauty, she would choose your dresses when you went out, wear her precious jewels on your devourable neck and put makeup on you.

✿ She would talk about her past with you, although she always wants her new toy to know the least about her, with you she is different, she really feels that she can trust you.

✿ Pussy eater #1

✿ She is literally thirsty and eager for you ALL THE FUCKING TIME.

You just bought a new dress??, She runs through your body with her eyes and takes you to a private place.

✿ At first you would be scared to see her son, but when you knew how important he was for her, you understood and got attached to the little monster (although it seemed that he wanted to rip your face off)

✿ She doesn't kill in front of you, nor does she feed on other humans when you're watching. It's not that she considers you sensitive, but you have opened a space in her black heart, which makes her prevent you from seeing her dark side.

(But you love her unconditionally)

✿ She would invite you to dinner often, she would send to bring the most luxurious wine possible, the meat of your choice and for dessert…. she opens your legs.

✿ She would NEVER forget a birthday or anniversary, she would always be there to give you a gift.

✿ When you’re having sex, she loves to wear lace suits, with sequins, glitter, everything that favors her body and yours.

“I have never loved a lady as exquisite as you.” She whispers in your ear.

Do not plagiarize my content, please reblog.

[rhiannonsknife]

That one scene where Rhiannon visits Craig at work, but it’s Reader…💭💭

(Also, could I be 🪩?)

synopsis:

your coworker’s girlfriend pays you a visit at work…

— warnings: nsfw content. mdni. fem!reader. face slapping. thigh riding. r is craig’s coworker.

the loud creak of the door catches you off guard, unexpected in the quiet hum of an otherwise severely uneventful afternoon. you glance up, expecting to see a courier or maybe someone from the team. instead, it’s her.

rhiannon lewis stands in the doorway, one hand holding the strap of her purse, her expression unreadable. for a moment, you’re too caught up in the surprise of her presence to speak. “you must be here to see craig,” you finally manage, tilting your head as you wipe your hands on the fabric of your jeans. it’s a guess. a safe one, given the circumstances. ever since tommy passed, he had stepped into the role of your unofficial boss, handling everything with a precision that bordered on self-importance. technically, the company wasn’t even his yet, but everyone had adjusted to treating him as if it already was.

and, besides, you have seen the two of them together.

you had been keeping an eye on the former boss’s daughter for much longer than you’d care to admit, watching her from afar at every single work event that she happened to attend, but never finding the right words to approach her beyond the occasional polite nod. unprofessional? most likely, and just another reason for you to never make a move on her. craig, however, did not seem to have your decency. watching rhiannon meant watching his prying eyes too, always a little too close for comfort at said company events.

that’s why he’s the first thing that comes to mind, now that she’s in front of you. your lunch break has just started and you feel severely underdressed: rhiannon is in a blouse, a neat pair of shoes, and a skirt whereas you’re in stained jeans and a thin tank top, your flannel stolen by one of your coworkers, who’d been teasingly dangling it in front of your face before rhiannon showed up. oh, the lovely perks of working in a still mostly male-dominated field and having to deal with their endless, stupidly boyish teasing.

“no, actually,” she says. “i was hoping i could speak to you”

your coworker lets out a low whistle beside you, earning himself a playful slap as you use the distraction to your advantage and snatch the flannel from his grip.

“shut up” you hiss, just as rhiannon interrupts, sharper: “now?”

ignoring the teasing comments your colleagues call after you, you get up and quickly stumble after her. she knows her way around the place, of course, and leads you back into what’s soon to be craig’s office. she holds the door for you before pulling it shut, locking it on her way in.

“sit” rhiannon orders, pointing towards the chair in the center of the room. taken aback by the sudden, stern demand, you can’t think of anything but to do as you’re told. you quickly move to sit, pulling your flannel on in the process.

“who said you could put that back on?”

your fingers freeze where they’re working on the buttons and you shoot her a glance of disbelief, not entirely sure if you got any of that right. a pleased look flashes over rhiannon’s features before she moves closer, hips swaying with every step it takes her to reach you. your throat visibly bobs at the sight and the fabric of your flannel slides from between your fingers.

“uhm-“ you try to tear your gaze away. “you said you wanted to- to talk?”

“craig and i broke up” she informs you nonchalantly, not looking much like she cared for him, to begin with.

“that’s-“ great to hear. “i’m sorry”

“no you’re not” rhiannon stops in her tracks and, as if the whole situation isn’t absurd enough already, reaches for the hem of her skirt.

“wow, uh-“ this time you do look away, just to keep yourself sane. from the corner of your eye, you still see her: pushing down her tights, then her panties too, before stroking her skirt back into place, leaving herself a little less exposed.

“you’re not sorry” she repeats again, firmer, then walks around your chair and into your view. once again somewhere where you can’t ignore her, she pouts mockingly. “or are you?”

“n-no” you stammer, eyes tracing over her features.

“right” rhiannon rasps, lifting her skirt enough so that she can slip into your lap, her legs spreading around either side of you. your breath hitches in your throat when you feel the heat that has pooled between her thighs and is now pressing against your crotch.

your gaze is fixated upon the place where she must be soaked until rhiannon grabs your chin and forces you to look up at her.

“i saw the way you look at me,” she tells you, leaving no room for questions. the hand she has been holding your chin with becomes gentler as it trails the side of your face. her eyes follow the path it’s taking, up your jaw and then into your hair by the side of your face.

even though you should know better, you scoff. there’s no way you’ll just outright admit it to her. “i wasn’t-“

you instantly fall silent when a sharp, sudden slap to your cheek cuts you off. “ow” you whine, only half complaining. not only do you feel the sting on your cheek, no, it also shoots right between your legs when she strikes you like this.

rhiannon slaps you again, harder, for good measure. your head is moved by the force of it but she instantly makes you look back up at her, not giving you any time to think.

“shut up” she demands. while taking in the shock (and arousal) that is written all over your features, rhiannon drapes an arm over your shoulder and pulls herself closer. the fact that you can see right through the thin fabric of her blouse is not helping your case; the outline of her breasts is clearly visible. she must've ditched her bra before coming here or maybe she never wore one to begin with. rhiannon uses the position of being sat on your lap to her advantage and draws herself in so that her bare center is dragging across your jeans. you can almost instantly feel the way her arousal soaks the fabric, leaving a stain on it.

with your body moving on instinct, you lift your hands, putting one on her hip and the other on her lower back. to your surprise, rhiannon lets you and doesn’t instantly bat them away like a part of you had expected. instead, she starts rocking against you slowly, grinding her cunt against your thigh.

“fucking hell” you mutter under your breath, taking in the way her body moves.

rhiannon won’t let you for long; as soon as you drop your gaze, her palm sneaks up your throat until your chin is between her thumb and index finger so she can push your head up all over again.

“look at me” she instructs. the breathless tone to her voice does not go unnoticed.

“wha- fuck-“ you’re cut off once more when she repositions on top of you, giving herself much easier access to the firm muscle of your thigh and pressing her chest to your face in the process of lifting her weight, then lowering it back onto you. who are you to complain?

once she’s found a good position, rhiannon picks up her pace, panting heavily as she begins to properly ride you. she’s still holding your face in her hands, moving it around mindlessly as she uses your body to get off.

eventually, she tilts you in a way that allows her to lean over you and eagerly press her mouth to yours. whenever you had dared to imagine yourself kissing her, it had been tender, and soft. the way rhiannon kisses now is nothing like that. she’s hardly using her lips at all, instead, she sinks her teeth into the flesh of your lower lip until you can taste blood on your tongue. noticing the metallic flavor in her own mouth, rhiannon pulls back. when she sees the drop of crimson bubbling from your lips, her eyes widen. she only moves her hips faster. at this point, she’s practically bouncing on your thigh and you can feel her stain she's leaving on your clothes underneath the denim.

you kind of wish she had approached you beforehand: there’s no way in hell you would have turned her down. instead, you would’ve been prepared: you could’ve put on the strap, so you had something proper for her to bounce on. for now, your thigh will have to do.

“god” you groan weakly, only able to hold your head up because she’s holding it for you. “you are so-“

“sh!” rhiannon hushes you harshly, pressing her hand over your mouth to shut you up. her thumb runs over the broken skin of your lower lip. it stings, but her reaction makes up for the discomfort: when she realizes that there’s still blood on your mouth, rhiannon lifts her palm back up, and stares down at the place where it has smeared across her hand. instead of the disgust a part of you had expected, rhiannon’s jaw drops and the first actual moan is drawn from her lips. it spurs her on, you realize, when she removes your hands from her waist and starts to go even faster, clearly chasing her height at this rate, a pending oragsm fast approaching. you don’t know where to look anymore, now that she’s moving erratically on top of you, so rhiannon -once again- makes the choice for you, and snaps: “look at me!”

the sight of her hips grinding and breasts bouncing under her blouse with every move is heavenly already, but nothing compares to her face when it’s contorted in pleasure like this: her jaw slack, her brows drawn together, her eyes heavy, yet still watching your every move, ensuring that you keep watching.

“look at me” she repeats, again and again, like a prayer that grows more frantic with every time it is spoken. like this, she keeps going, until it becomes too much for her body to take. until she can't keep up with the pace she has set herself without letting herself fall over the egde. you feel it before you see it: the way she grows tense, the way her legs tighten around you, and her thighs begin to tremble. the way rhiannon throbs, right before she’s cumming on top of you.

then, and only then, her head falls back. she breaks the eye contact and she cries out in pleasure. her fingers tighten around the nape of your neck and, as her orgasm crashes over her, she falls forward, her body spent and exhausted. her moans subside slowly, only after her cunt has stopped twitching where it is pressed against you do the low, raspy whines stop.

rhiannon holds you close like this for a long moment, recovering and catching her breath. you don’t dare to move, don’t even dare to touch her, afraid it’ll make her uncomfortable or pull back altogether. her cheek is smudged against the side of your head whilst she pants into your ear. she does pull back, eventually, and leaves you breathless and turned on beyond words in your seat.

she steps back to the pile of clothes, putting them on one by one: the white panties first, then her tights, before she’s readjusting her skirt. only when all that is done, does she turn back to look at you one last time:

“i’ll call you” she says, hand on the lock and ready to leave.

“wait!” you call out. “wait you don’t- i never gave you my number. you don’t have it”

“yes i do” rhiannon winks, then turns around and abandons you in the office.

[sozzoe]

two beds

★. selina kyle x gn!reader; there are two beds, but she insists on sharing one with you.

#. fluff. main masterlist.

"Selina, go to your bed," you murmur, trying to push her off the mattress as gently as possible. "This is too small for the two of us."

"Shhh, we can figure it out." She hugs you from behind, trapping your arms under hers before your elbows can dig into her ribs.

"This is a single bed, Selina. My single bed." You bury your face in the pillow. She keeps shifting, searching for a position that might offer some relief — or at least one you two can tolerate.

"What's yours is also mine. Isn't that how a marriage works?" She buries her face in your hair, demanding half of the pillow. "Oh, and I want some of the blanket too."

"We're not married," you huff, but you can't stay mad for much longer — not when her hands sneak under your shirt, nails grazing your warm skin.

"But we might as well be."

She pulls the blanket up, covering herself as well, and a few snuggles later, the two of you are squeezed into the tiny bed — all while Selina's bed, on the other side of the hotel room, remains completely empty.

"I'm going to file for divorce."

© sozzoe. do not copy, post as yours, translate, or use my work for any AI purposes.

[rhiannonsknife]

g!p jackie x reader with a big clit = jackie who grows obsessed with it ;)) even grinding her bulge on reader’s clit, giving reader head when r gets “hard” and yaddayadda

jackie who will always always always rub her cock over your clit before pushing it inside (think of it as foreplay, except only watching it is sometimes enough to push her over the edge and make her cum prematurely): for one, she knows how much it turns you on to feel her tip parting your folds and gliding through your slit until bumping into your clit on the upward stroke, but she also thinks it’s so hot!!

once again spreading the small dick jackie agenda, but jackie who lowkey throbs at the sight of your big clit next to her cock, the direct comparison making her all dizzy....she’ll tap her tip against it only to watch you shiver and moan under each wet slap, then pull away so she can watch how your whole cunt visibly pulses with being denied like that. jackie who will sometimes give in and make you come just by rubbing her swollen head against your clit over & over again, making everything between your legs slick with her precum without ever actually pushing inside.

and as i’ve said before, that is definitely more than enough to get jackie off, too: jackie who shoots thick ropes of her cum all over your abdomen, probably the first to climax despite receiving less stimulation (also cumming with jackie, except you’re a squirter, so her releases mixes with yours….? which, needless to say, makes jackie come even more, her body entirely spent by the time she rides out the last of her pleasure and, instead, bends down to lick you clean, from your clit all the way up your stomach, tasting herself there).

jackie who loves it when you straddle her hips, legs spread for easier access so that she can take your clit between two of her fingers and ‘jerk you off.’ touching you (in any way, shape, or form) is literally the only type of foreplay she’ll ever need: you can watch jackie get hard within the first few seconds, her cock twitching with each stroke of her fingertips along your clit. it’s as if she were the one on the receiving end, jackie’s dick standing in full hardness in no time whatsoever.

and speaking of: just as you think it’s hot to see the physical effect you have on her body, jackie is obsessed with watching your clit ‘get hard’ through your panties. she’ll ask you to wear an extra lacy pair, then pull it thin over your clit to watch the fabric bulge. jackie who genuinely loses her mind at the sight, licking and sucking your clit through the lace, and nuzzling her face against it, moaning as she mouthes over the bulge, all while humping the mattress.

also: jackie who will moan around your big clit when she’s got it in her mouth!! <33 even without grinding her hips into the bed, she can get off like this, cumming entirely untouched as long as she can feel you twitching & throbbing between her lips. and, obviously, the vibrations of her hums have you pulsing harder, the pleasure coiling tighter in your abdomen as the orgasm builds and builds.

[c4sings6]

𓈒 ୭ৎ ꒰ no greater disaster than greed 𓂃 ⌗ dom!jackie ꒱ ۪ ݁ 𓈒

𝔀arnings . . . afab!reader ; mean!jackie ; sub!reader ; oral → cunnilingus ; vibrator usage ; slight overstimulation .

yall always be talking about sub!jackie but honestly i’m thinking of dom!jackie in general… not only in the bedroom but in every day life.

her type would definitely be girls who bend over her power for anything, since her bossy behavior comes out quite often. she can’t help but love a partner who does whatever she commands, goes wherever she wants, and handles her attitude.

she’d be making fun of you sometimes. not to make you feel embarrassed, but to tease you like a brat. though not in a “brat taming” dynamic because that wouldn’t technically work with the two of you, ‘cause jackie still wouldn’t let you take charge. she needs you to not be above begging, no, you actually have to worship her.

explaining this in poor words: she plays the brat with you and she expects you to take it!

she thrives on spilling the boldness out of you to feel more compelling, authoritative. and if you even try to mess up with her, be (not) ready for what you’ve earned.

one way to make jackie feel powerful is to be buried in between your legs. just the capacity of her tongue reaching all your most intimate spots whereas her fingers go the deepest possible into your very core, or maybe it’s way she’s 100% the source of your pleasure. turns her on in inexplicable ways.

she’d be so sucked into the moment to even ‘forget’ about you. okay not really, but honestly she does this more for herself than for you. eating pussy is her pleasure and she’s proud of it.

jackie will also punish you if you try to talk back! punish in the meaning of a bullet vibrator stuck in between your legs. she’d totally change the speeds every once in a while to spill new reactions out of your face. she wants you helpless and whining for her, to the point that you have to say “mmh— s’too much jax…”

“really? i thought you were enjoying this. aren’t you?”

she won’t stop unless you say the safe word, because if you don’t, in her opinion it actually means that you still want to keep going. that’s how jackie reasons, and she doesn’t care.

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[thesundaycoast]

DATING JACKIE TAYLOR

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ headcanons!

f!reader, no crash au, established relationship, fluff ⚠︎ mdni/nsfw at the end

⟢ jackie who knew it was love at first sight (while she was still in the closet). she did everything she could to sit next to you in all your shared classes, offered you help with your homework, introduced you to her team, and even:

"hey, do you like ... play soccer? you could totally join the team! we’ve been looking for another player. plus, it gives me an excuse to hang out with you more.”

⟢ jackie who loves taking you down to the beach! she'll collect seashells and sea glass for you, telling you:

"hey, this one matches your eyes!"

⟢ jackie who's a big gift giver. she'll buy you jewelry, makeup, stuffed animals, anything you like, really! she's known for being amazing with gifts. christmas. birthdays. this girl is getting you something good and rubbing her hands like a little cocky devil angel as she watches you open it, tongue sticking out the side of her mouth :P

⟢ jackie who's a dog girl, but her parents never let her have any pets. she made you promise that when you two eventually had a place together, you'd get a border collie (but she's "not picky," of course). (i could also see jackie having no clue how to care for a dog/any pet and flailing, but you'd help her out !!)

⟢ jackie who takes you to every party. before you guys came out, she wasn't exactly shy about her feelings toward you. she'd kiss you a lot, and the boys found it hot (gross), but that's not why she'd do it. it was just an excuse, right? for the boys. but then, and now, she's still all over you, often dragging you away to a more private and romantic place to put her hands all over you.

⟢ jackie who's so flirty and so touchy. she gives you bedroom eyes all the time. she leaves lingering touches, wears perfume she knows you love on her, and writes you love letters. maybe even poetry, if you're lucky! she always has to have her hands on you somewhere: around you, holding you, cupping your face, etc.

⟢ jackie who loves picking up/sharing hobbies with you. she'd try surfing, and be absolutely shit at it, if it meant she got to stare at your sun-kissed skin, wet hair, and beautifully warm smile. she'd try hiking, and hate it (because of course she'd hate it), if it was something you genuinely loved doing!

⟢ jackie who loves bike rides with you !! she has one of those cream-colored bikes with a little basket in front, and she rides beside you the whole time, taking you to beautiful, scenic areas in town.

⟢ jackie who puts on classic romance films. she's crying over titanic in a dark room on your plush couch, cuddled up under a blue plaid blanket with you. or she's watching the craft and pointing out:

"i'm so sarah. who do you think you'd be? they're all so gorgeous, aren't they? ugh, i had such a crush on neve campbell when i watched this for the first time. and i still do, actually."

mdni/nsfw!

⟢ jackie who loves your boobs, not in a pervy way. (okay, maybe in a pervy way...) but she loves touching them, kissing them, leaving little nibbles across them, etc. she frequently takes you bra shopping and comes in the changing room with you to "see if they fit," no other reason !!

⟢ jackie who's a switch! this girl is a top in the way that she wants to please you, always. she might not always know what she's doing (especially early on), but she learns. fast.

extra: jackie likes being called "mommy." no, i don't make the rules!

⟢ jackie who is obsessed with fingering you. she'd definitely eat you out, duh, but she likes to be able to whisper sweet nothings and/or the filthiest things you've ever heard (her say) while watching you finish. she memorizes every facial twitch, every bead of sweat that drips off you, every reaction your body has from her. and that's something she can do quite freely while her face is free, and not under you (oh yeah, she'll let you ride her face, happily!)

⟢ jackie who's very into shower sex! or even getting down and dirty with you in a hot hot bath. watching you pant, a fog of sticky steam clouding around you, is so her thing.

⟢ jackie who is more on the vanilla side of things. she wouldn't not be down for super kinky stuff, but it takes her time to get comfortable because she doesn't know if she'll "do it right."

[tobesolnelyx]

i looooved the texts i need more

maybe even frat g!p jackie x fem🤭

— texting || fratboy!jackie taylor x fem!reader

warnings: NSFW - MDNI

— late night talking

— piercing piercing piercing!!!

— cinema date <3

— valentines day

[gorgeys]

90s baddie!reader with nipple piercings and driving Jackie insane with it 🙏🏽

jackie taylor x 90sbaddie!fem!reader with nipple piercings

before jackie met you, she barely knew what nipple piercings were.  sure, she'd heard of them, but that wasn't a thing that teenagers actually had...right?

it isn't until she's making out with you for the first time that she's proven wrong.  she pushes you back by the shoulders, causing you to flop back onto her bed.  in a second, she's crawling on top of you and straddling your waist.

you place a hand on each side of her neck and pull her down, forcing her to meet you in yet another hungry kiss.  her greedy hands find their way beneath your fitted shirt and start to tug on the hem.  reading in between the lines, you separate from her lips momentarily, allowing her to pull the fabric up and over your head.

when she catches sight of your bare, bra-less chest, her eyes look like they're going to pop out of her skull.

"what?" you question, eyebrows knitting together.  you look down at your own chest and everything looks normal.  "you've never seen boobs before?"

"well, um," jackie starts, fumbling on her words like you've never seen before.  "not pierced ones," she says, her shock morphing into fascination.  her warm hand trails up your ribcage, halting at your underboob.

"wait, i thought you knew."

"how would i know that!" jackie shouts, throwing her hands up.

"um, because you can seem them through my shirt?"

now it's her turn to be confused.  her hands fall back down to your stomach.

"what?  i thought-"

"jackie, i've not been wearing bras on purpose so you would see them, " you say, hands leaving her thighs to cup your tits.

her eyes widen in surprise, both at the revelation and the sight of you holding your tits in your hands.  she's practically drooling on your chest.

"oh," is all she can muster, mouth open like a fish.

"yes, oh," you say, chuckling at her reaction and swiping your thumbs over the piercings.

"i...just noticed," she says breathlessly, impatiently staring while you toy with your nipples.

"clearly!  i haven't been wearing bras, for like...the past two weeks!"

"jesus," she mumbles under her breath.

you laugh again, throwing your head back.

"i can't believe you didn't look at my boobs once!" you say, smiling up at her. "you're so cute, y'know that?"

from the way she's looking at you, you can tell everything you're saying is going in one ear and right out the other.

"do they...do they hurt?" she asks innocently, eyes meeting yours for the first time since she discarded your shirt.

"no.  you can touch, if that's what you're asking," you say, arching your back and pushing your chest toward her.

she doesn't have to be told twice, her fingers instantly finding your nipple, hardened by the cold air.  her touch is delicate, treating you like a glass pane that could shatter at any moment.  it's nice at first, but it's hard not to grow impatient.

"come on, you can do a little more," you say, grabbing her hand and applying the pressure you desire.  before she even knows what she's doing, she's pinching your nipple between her thumb and pointer finger, and you're releasing a delicious groan.  "just like that," you sigh.

minutes later, all jackie's hesitancy is gone and she's sucking on your nipple like her life depends on it.  it's euphoric: the cool metal against her tongue, your hands woven in her hair, the moans from your lips each time her teeth graze your skin.  she's sure to reach between your legs and rub your clit to completion as she alternates between your tits, showing them equal love.  the noises you make are just the cherry on top.

after that, jackie's life is divided into two eras: before she discovered your piercings and after.

now, she never misses the piercings poking out of your skin-tight shirts.  her eyes form a habit of glancing down at your tits each time she sees you, just to check if you've decided to go bra-less that particular day.

on the off chance she does see them, she's anything but normal about it.

her eyes can't stop looking down at them, as if they're staring back and taunting her.  she nods her head enthusiastically at whatever you're saying, only half-listening as she tries to recreate the image of your naked chest in her head.

you're no help at all as you purposely jut your chest out or accidentally spill water on your shirt, especially when you're around others.

"oops," you say, pouting your lips as jackie intently watches the water droplets trickle down the front of your top.  she's a moment away from losing her mind.  "i'm such a klutz!"

it doesn't matter where you are, whether it's school, a party, or with your friends, she grabs you by the hand and searches for the quickest escape route to a more secluded area.  fifty fifty chance it works, but she'll try it every single time.

and it doesn't even need to be sex.  she's fully content pinning you against a tree, pulling your shirt up, and going to town on your tits for as long as she wants, then walking back to the party like nothing happened.

but expect your boobs to hurt after.  she leaves reminders of herself in bite marks and hickeys anywhere and everywhere below (and sometimes above!) the neckline of your shirt.  you swear, she's all sweet and unassuming until your bare chest is in front of her and suddenly she's a feral animal.

she's also made a game out of trying to touch your piercings in public when no one's looking.  maybe your friends are too busy laughing at a joke and she quickly reaches out and swipes her thumb over your nipple.  or maybe she's defending you at practice, your back pressed against her front as you try to turn and take shot, and her hand "accidentally" claws at your chest, barely feeling the metal through your sports bra.  she lets you score after that.

"yeah, maybe you scored, but who really won," she says, smirking at you while you shake your head in faux disapproval.

all in all, jackie adores you're nipple piercings and she'd spend all day sucking and toying with them if she could.  you and your bratty antics also do a great job of not letting her forget about them.