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[gaeforwom3n]

𝙂𝙀𝙏 𝙏𝙊 𝙆𝙉𝙊𝙒 𝙈𝙀 —

ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ —

SHE/HER, WLW WRITER, TWENTY

DNI -

DON’T BE TRASH: TRANSPHOBIC, RACIST, ABLEIST, SEXIEST OR HOMOPHOBIC

ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ꜰᴀɴᴅᴏᴍꜱ —

ᴀʀᴄᴀɴᴇ, ᴅᴇxᴛᴇʀ, ɢᴀᴍᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜʀᴏɴᴇꜱ, ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴ, ʀᴇᴅ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ʀᴇᴅᴇᴍᴘᴛɪᴏɴ, ʀᴇꜱɪᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴇᴠɪʟ, ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴜꜱ, ʏᴇʟʟᴏᴡᴊᴀᴄᴋᴇᴛꜱ.

ʟɪɴᴋꜱ —

MASTERLIST A03

[tobesolnelyx]

real ones knows that jackie would be the one to wish for “shauna to love her more than anyone on this fucking world”

[thatpumpkinmf]

I have been crying over this video for what feels like hours

artemis II you are so important to me

[stainedlove]

i wish marvel men were real

[brownbeemolasses]

shauna eating jackie isn't cannibalism as a metaphor for love... it's cannibalism as a metaphor for obsession. tai eating van's heart, and travis eating javi's; those were love, but shauna didn't softly bite into jackie's heart, she ate into her ribs frenzied and desperate and wrong, as if she could never get enough of jackie, as if she could spend the next 25 years looking for every way to consume jackie again because she lost the real thing...

[rhiannonsknife]

wait what about Shauna already being in a relationship with tfem reader, Jackie is secretly jealous… of the both of them though. Especially when Jackie tries to relate with Shauna by talking about how lame and uneventful sleeping with your partner is like the rare times it does happen clearly expecting Shauna to chime in to agree, but Shauna gives her pitiful look and says “I can’t imagine how tough that must be”. Prompting Jackie to get defensive and ask when’s the last time Shauna’s gotten laid, “this morning? I got 3” “3 minutes doesn’t really-“ “not 3 minutes Jackie” cue Jackie ranting about not quite believing that’s what it’s normally like for her. Shauna finding the whole thing hilarious challenges Jackie “well you can always see what it’s like for yourself but don’t say I didn’t warn you”. Later that day the three of them are hanging out watching a movie, reader doesn’t get warned about it beforehand so when Shauna starts making out with her with Jackie around she tries to be respectful of their visitor and cuts it short. The Shauna says something like “you know Jackie spent the whole afternoon talking shit about you? Practically called me liar when I told her you’re actually fun to have sex with, you wouldn’t mind giving her the Shauna special to prove my point would you?” end of the night conclusion: Shauna was NOT lying and she wants a turn in the morning.

KISS IT OFF ME

» jackie taylor x shauna shipman x transfem!reader.

synopsis:

a night with your girlfriend & her best friend turns into something a little more.

— warnings: nsfw content, mdni. gp!reader. established relationship (shauna/reader). threesome. oral (jackie/r!receiving). p in v sex (jackie/reader).

you’re sunk into the pillows, feet tucked under the blanket, hazy from the few drinks the three of you have shared. the movie drones on somewhere behind it all, forgotten; its flicker casting brief shadows over the walls of jackie’s room, over the scattered popcorn and the empty glasses crowding the bedside table.

you’ve stopped pretending to care about it somewhere between the second & third act, when shauna‘s hand settled on your thigh, squeezing the flesh every now and then. she’s been continuously tracing shapes there ever since, her index finger inching higher and higher up towards your crotch.

for a while, you thought you were overreacting; that the heat of her touch was all in your head and the tightness in your pants a you-problem.

that was until shauna leaned in to kiss you, pecking her way up the side of your neck. she started by nuzzling your throat, eyes still set on the screen, yet before long, she was sucking marks up your skin, humming against your neck until her mouth finally found yours.

what started out as a casual kiss deepens as her fingers slip under the hem of your shirt. her tongue sweeps yours, and the tv becomes background noise for good, nothing compared to the taste of her spit in your mouth. shauna drifts higher up, humming so low that the sound shoots straight down to your center.

you are about to spread your legs wider, inviting her in, when you remember jackie. jackie, who’s been sitting inches away on the bed this entire time.

“shauna,” you lean away from her, startled. “we- jackie’s right here…” you hiss, peeking over at her apologetically. jackie sits unmoving, her eyes locked on the two of you in disbelief.

shauna doesn’t even look her way. “she knows,” she says, shrugging conversationally.

“knows what?”

“about you. about this.” she brushes her thumb over your lip, still considering kissing you again, as though you’re not being watched. “she doesn’t believe me,” shauna murmurs. “how good you are. and what it’s like…really being wanted. she’s curious.”

jackie stiffens, arms crossed defensively over her chest. “i didn’t say i was curious!”

“no,” shauna says calmly. “you didn’t. you just stared at her all through dinner today and asked me three times if it was actually possible to cum that many times in one morning.”

she swallows, visibly flustered. “i didn’t mean- i thought you were exaggerating! it sounded fake.”

shauna arches her brow. “still does?”

when you look back at jackie, arms still crossed, jaw set, you see it: whatever shauna just exposed, it’s not new. jackie’s been carrying it for a while; you simply hadn’t seen it before, hadn’t known to look. now that it’s surfaced, though, there’s no missing it.

you don’t yet know just how long this has been going on. jackie never let herself want anything that might mess with the version of her she worked so hard to hold together. not until shauna stopped pretending, too.

it used to be easier when they both had the same complaint: boys are useless, sex is a chore. shauna used to laugh when jackie joked about how bad jeff was in bed (flat five-minute missionary, not an ounce of creativity) always assuming they were in the same boat.

then, a few weeks ago, she made the joke again, perched on shauna’s counter, fully expecting a laugh. instead, shauna just tilted her head and gave her a look. pitying.

“i can’t imagine how tough that must be,” she’d said.

jackie could still feel how it hit her, too late, that she’d missed the moment everything changed, when shauna had quietly stepped out of their old little world without saying a word, leaving jackie as the only one still pretending nothing had.

now, she’s looking more uncertain than you’ve ever seen her. “…can i just…watch?” she stammers,

even if you wanted to say no, you know you couldn’t.

jackie has always been beautiful. ridiculously so. you never acted on it, never even let yourself dwell on it too long. you were with shauna, and you were happy; that was more than enough. still, from the very beginning, something in you shifted every time jackie entered a room, or when shauna brought her along to yet another party, another sleepover, another dinner.

being with shauna meant being near jackie, too. she was always there; shauna’s shadow, her constant. they came as a set, indistinguishable at times, as if one couldn’t exist without the other. so perhaps falling a little bit in love with jackie was inevitable. a side effect of loving shauna for so long. shauna’s mother used to say you couldn’t ever tell where one of them ended and the other began. maybe she wasn’t so wrong.

shauna saw it before you ever said a word.

you told her once, drunk, tripping over your own guilt as you admitted how hot jackie was, how you’d noticed things you weren’t supposed to. you braced for jealousy and accusations, yet shauna just listened. smiled, even. in your haze, you started to wonder if maybe, just maybe, she felt the same way.

now jackie is sitting there, watching with her fingers curled against her ribs.

shauna kisses you again. her palm slides between your thighs, and jackie inhales sharply. she’s trying to act composed, but you can feel her squirm on the mattress, moving closer unconsciously.

shauna’s groan into your mouth snaps you back to reality. she’s rubbing over the bulge in your underwear, making a show of how little friction it takes for your hips to lift off the bed.

finally, she moves under your waistband.

your body jerks when shauna wraps her fingers around your cock, dragging through the first bead of precum and slicking it down your shaft. that alone pulls the first real moan from your throat.

“do you want her to touch you too?” she murmurs.

you glance at jackie, whose eyes are fixed on the outline of shauna’s fist, pumping under the fabric. shauna loosens her grip to ease your panties down, still working you with her free hand. “come here.”

the other girl obliges fast, scrambling to kneel at the foot of the bed. her gaze drops, first to your face, then lower, where shauna’s stroking your cock, and she gulps audibly.

“she won’t bite,” shauna says, not bothering to hide her grin. jackie shoots her a look, before turning back to you. “can i…?”

“please.”

her fingers brush along your length, more curiosity than confidence, and when she finally wraps them around you, there’s a slight tremble in her grip. where shauna is confident, jackie is careful, feeling you up inch by inch.

“oh my god,” she whispers with a single glide from base to tip. jackie repeats the motion, firmer, and you moan quietly as her thumb grazes under your head on the upstroke. looking pleased, shauna shifts next to you. “you were saying something earlier, weren’t you?” she teases. “about how sex is just…fine?”

“shut up.”

jackie adjusts her hold, testing different paces. you groan when she adds a twist at the tip, and reach out to guide her hand with yours. she follows your lead until shauna joins in too, her palm settling over jackie’s, refining each touch.

the pressure difference, the contrast of their touches, has you pulsing between them.

it’s then, with both of their palms around you, that it hits you: this is new for jackie too. not the act itself, but doing it like this. doing it while shauna watches. doing it with shauna.

jackie sits back on her knees, holding the base of your cock, and leans in to run her tongue across the head, tasting. 

“fuck,” you gasp, clutching shauna’s thigh.

jackie, unfazed by this, lets her tongue drag along the underside before closing her mouth around you. she sucks gently, the sudden heat of her mouth making you moan hoarsely. shauna watches, her eyes glued to jackie, who hums as she takes more past her lips. her spit slicks your length, tongue curling around it on the way back up. you know if she keeps this up, you won’t last.

thankfully and much to your dismay shauna knows that too. she grabs a fistful of jackie’s hair, coaxing her off you with a reluctant pop. “okay,” she murmurs, “that’s enough.”

“why?” jackie pouts. “i wasn’t done!”

shauna’s eyes soften. “because,” she says. “i want this to last, and if you keep going, she’s going to lose it in, like, thirty seconds.”

jackie blushes. she doesn’t look away, but her body tenses, recognizing what’s coming. shauna leans in slowly, offering her the choice to stop this before it starts.

she doesn’t, though, only lifts her chin proudly, and waits.

when their lips meet, jackie grips shauna’s shirt, pulling her closer, and shauna lets out a startled sound, which she chases with her mouth. you can’t look away from the two of them kissing, still tasting you, while heat coils tighter in your gut.

by the time shauna pulls back, jackie looks dazed, her brows drawn together in irritation from being interrupted again. shauna’s hand is quick to make up for it, skimming down her spine in one long caress. when her fingers glide beneath jackie’s skirt and settle warm on bare skin, the tension in jackie’s expression begins to falter.

“is this okay?” she murmurs.

jackie nods, eyes closed, as shauna’s fingers find her clit, pulling a stunned sound from her throat. “you feel that?” she murmurs into her ear. “you’re already dripping.” then, turning to you: “let her ride you.”

jackie’s breath stutters. “are you sure she can-”

shauna presses a kiss to the corner of her mouth. “you want to know what it feels like, don’t you? feel her for yourself?”

another nod, more desperate.

her skirt bunches as she climbs into your lap, thighs sliding over yours. shauna maneuvers her, pushing the fabric up to reveal the mess between her legs.

she isn’t wearing underwear.

it doesn’t fully register, with too much is happening too fast, but the image plants itself somewhere deep: jackie taylor doesn’t wear underwear when you and shauna are over for movie nights. and she’s soaked. wetness glistens on her thighs, smearing across your skin as she settles over you.

“breathe…” shauna instructs. “we’re still good?”

even though jackie takes longer to answer, too tense with anticipation, she manages a ragged: “yeah, we’re okay.”

you reach for yourself to guide the tip through her, slick folds parting with an obscene sound that has jackie digging her fingers into shauna’s shoulder. “shit,” she whispers. “you’re- god, you’re right there-”

“it’s okay,” shauna assures. “you don’t have to do anything. she won’t move. just sit, okay?”

jackie nods, biting her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood as she lowers herself onto you.

the stretch is deep, her body tight around you, gripping as she sinks down gradually. first just the head, then more, inch by inch. you feel the slick resistance of her trying to accommodate you, and it takes everything in you not to thrust up into her all at once.

“you’re doing so good,” shauna praises. “you’re okay.”

jackie lets out a broken moan and finally settles fully in your lap. “i can feel…hm, fuck- s’deep.”

her forehead rests against your shoulder, both of you vibrating with restraint. “i know,” shauna whispers from behind, giving jackie time to accommodate the stretch.

her muscles flex as she lifts up a few inches and sinks back down tentatively. you groan, unable to help yourself, the sensation of her cunt dragging along every nerve ending knocking the air straight from your lungs. you can’t tear your eyes away from where your bodies are joined, the wet mess of her pussy pulling at you on every roll of her hips.

jackie is still holding back, though, so shauna leans in, kissing her neck like she’s done with yours earlier. “do you want to make her feel good?” she asks you, fingers moving between jackie’s legs. “she’s close already. you feel that?”

you whine in agreement, and shauna responds by pressing her fingertips more firmly to jackie’s clit, the added pressure making her hips jolt.

“oh my god- what the fuck-” the surprise etched across her face makes you wonder if anyone has ever touched her quite like this, if she ever knew it could feel this good.

“god, shauna-” she chokes, clenching around you hard.

“yeah?” shauna teases. “right there, huh?”

jackie whimpers, hips rolling forward as she chases both shauna’s touch and the length of your cock. you bury your face between her breasts, groaning as her body convulses around you. when you finally thrust, harder than you meant to, she jerks in your lap. instead of pulling away, she moans, bracing herself and rocking back down.

her arms loop around your shoulders as she starts to move, her chest pressed flush to yours. jackie’s mouth finds the side of your neck, where she bites down hard enough to make your hips stutter into her.

“jesus, jackie!” you gasp.

the air in her room is thick: hot with sex & heavy with the sounds jackie makes as her thighs slap on your own. she’s chasing it now, her pace quickening.

shauna’s hand keeps working between jackie’s legs, fingers circling her clit. she leans in, guiding your face toward hers, and you meet her in a kiss that’s all tongue and teeth. jackie’s walls clench down when shauna simultaneously changes the pressure, the shift of angle enough to make her cry out.

“i- fuck, i think i’m gonna-” she gasps against your throat. you start to pull back, packing, but jackie stops you. “don’t!” she snaps. “don’t pull out. i’m on the pill, i swear, just- please. please, let me feel it.”

helplessly, your hips rock forward.

“go ahead,” shauna whispers. “come for us.”

it hits fast after that. you moan into her mouth as your orgasm tears through you, every muscle spasming. your back arches into jackie as you spill inside her, and she chokes on a shaking sound, grinding through her own climax. she comes with you, riding it out until there’s nothing left to give.

the three of you collapse in a tangled, trembling mess. jackie slumps forward, chest heaving, and shauna brushes sweat-damp hair from jackie’s neck. “you’re okay,” she murmurs to the two of you, stroking your cheek.

jackie barely lifts her head. “…that’s what it’s always like?”

“when you’re with someone who actually cares? yeah.”

you shiver, involuntarily moving your hips lightly, which draws another whimper from jackie. shauna smirks. “you think she’s done?”

[justaviolentviolet]

normalise being a teenage girl with an unhealthy obsession with the x reader tag

[rhiannonsknife]

wait what about Shauna already being in a relationship with tfem reader, Jackie is secretly jealous… of the both of them though. Especially when Jackie tries to relate with Shauna by talking about how lame and uneventful sleeping with your partner is like the rare times it does happen clearly expecting Shauna to chime in to agree, but Shauna gives her pitiful look and says “I can’t imagine how tough that must be”. Prompting Jackie to get defensive and ask when’s the last time Shauna’s gotten laid, “this morning? I got 3” “3 minutes doesn’t really-“ “not 3 minutes Jackie” cue Jackie ranting about not quite believing that’s what it’s normally like for her. Shauna finding the whole thing hilarious challenges Jackie “well you can always see what it’s like for yourself but don’t say I didn’t warn you”. Later that day the three of them are hanging out watching a movie, reader doesn’t get warned about it beforehand so when Shauna starts making out with her with Jackie around she tries to be respectful of their visitor and cuts it short. The Shauna says something like “you know Jackie spent the whole afternoon talking shit about you? Practically called me liar when I told her you’re actually fun to have sex with, you wouldn’t mind giving her the Shauna special to prove my point would you?” end of the night conclusion: Shauna was NOT lying and she wants a turn in the morning.

KISS IT OFF ME

» jackie taylor x shauna shipman x transfem!reader.

synopsis:

a night with your girlfriend & her best friend turns into something a little more.

— warnings: nsfw content, mdni. gp!reader. established relationship (shauna/reader). threesome. oral (jackie/r!receiving). p in v sex (jackie/reader).

you’re sunk into the pillows, feet tucked under the blanket, hazy from the few drinks the three of you have shared. the movie drones on somewhere behind it all, forgotten; its flicker casting brief shadows over the walls of jackie’s room, over the scattered popcorn and the empty glasses crowding the bedside table.

you’ve stopped pretending to care about it somewhere between the second & third act, when shauna‘s hand settled on your thigh, squeezing the flesh every now and then. she’s been continuously tracing shapes there ever since, her index finger inching higher and higher up towards your crotch.

for a while, you thought you were overreacting; that the heat of her touch was all in your head and the tightness in your pants a you-problem.

that was until shauna leaned in to kiss you, pecking her way up the side of your neck. she started by nuzzling your throat, eyes still set on the screen, yet before long, she was sucking marks up your skin, humming against your neck until her mouth finally found yours.

what started out as a casual kiss deepens as her fingers slip under the hem of your shirt. her tongue sweeps yours, and the tv becomes background noise for good, nothing compared to the taste of her spit in your mouth. shauna drifts higher up, humming so low that the sound shoots straight down to your center.

you are about to spread your legs wider, inviting her in, when you remember jackie. jackie, who’s been sitting inches away on the bed this entire time.

“shauna,” you lean away from her, startled. “we- jackie’s right here…” you hiss, peeking over at her apologetically. jackie sits unmoving, her eyes locked on the two of you in disbelief.

shauna doesn’t even look her way. “she knows,” she says, shrugging conversationally.

“knows what?”

“about you. about this.” she brushes her thumb over your lip, still considering kissing you again, as though you’re not being watched. “she doesn’t believe me,” shauna murmurs. “how good you are. and what it’s like…really being wanted. she’s curious.”

jackie stiffens, arms crossed defensively over her chest. “i didn’t say i was curious!”

“no,” shauna says calmly. “you didn’t. you just stared at her all through dinner today and asked me three times if it was actually possible to cum that many times in one morning.”

she swallows, visibly flustered. “i didn’t mean- i thought you were exaggerating! it sounded fake.”

shauna arches her brow. “still does?”

when you look back at jackie, arms still crossed, jaw set, you see it: whatever shauna just exposed, it’s not new. jackie’s been carrying it for a while; you simply hadn’t seen it before, hadn’t known to look. now that it’s surfaced, though, there’s no missing it.

you don’t yet know just how long this has been going on. jackie never let herself want anything that might mess with the version of her she worked so hard to hold together. not until shauna stopped pretending, too.

it used to be easier when they both had the same complaint: boys are useless, sex is a chore. shauna used to laugh when jackie joked about how bad jeff was in bed (flat five-minute missionary, not an ounce of creativity) always assuming they were in the same boat.

then, a few weeks ago, she made the joke again, perched on shauna’s counter, fully expecting a laugh. instead, shauna just tilted her head and gave her a look. pitying.

“i can’t imagine how tough that must be,” she’d said.

jackie could still feel how it hit her, too late, that she’d missed the moment everything changed, when shauna had quietly stepped out of their old little world without saying a word, leaving jackie as the only one still pretending nothing had.

now, she’s looking more uncertain than you’ve ever seen her. “…can i just…watch?” she stammers,

even if you wanted to say no, you know you couldn’t.

jackie has always been beautiful. ridiculously so. you never acted on it, never even let yourself dwell on it too long. you were with shauna, and you were happy; that was more than enough. still, from the very beginning, something in you shifted every time jackie entered a room, or when shauna brought her along to yet another party, another sleepover, another dinner.

being with shauna meant being near jackie, too. she was always there; shauna’s shadow, her constant. they came as a set, indistinguishable at times, as if one couldn’t exist without the other. so perhaps falling a little bit in love with jackie was inevitable. a side effect of loving shauna for so long. shauna’s mother used to say you couldn’t ever tell where one of them ended and the other began. maybe she wasn’t so wrong.

shauna saw it before you ever said a word.

you told her once, drunk, tripping over your own guilt as you admitted how hot jackie was, how you’d noticed things you weren’t supposed to. you braced for jealousy and accusations, yet shauna just listened. smiled, even. in your haze, you started to wonder if maybe, just maybe, she felt the same way.

now jackie is sitting there, watching with her fingers curled against her ribs.

shauna kisses you again. her palm slides between your thighs, and jackie inhales sharply. she’s trying to act composed, but you can feel her squirm on the mattress, moving closer unconsciously.

shauna’s groan into your mouth snaps you back to reality. she’s rubbing over the bulge in your underwear, making a show of how little friction it takes for your hips to lift off the bed.

finally, she moves under your waistband.

your body jerks when shauna wraps her fingers around your cock, dragging through the first bead of precum and slicking it down your shaft. that alone pulls the first real moan from your throat.

“do you want her to touch you too?” she murmurs.

you glance at jackie, whose eyes are fixed on the outline of shauna’s fist, pumping under the fabric. shauna loosens her grip to ease your panties down, still working you with her free hand. “come here.”

the other girl obliges fast, scrambling to kneel at the foot of the bed. her gaze drops, first to your face, then lower, where shauna’s stroking your cock, and she gulps audibly.

“she won’t bite,” shauna says, not bothering to hide her grin. jackie shoots her a look, before turning back to you. “can i…?”

“please.”

her fingers brush along your length, more curiosity than confidence, and when she finally wraps them around you, there’s a slight tremble in her grip. where shauna is confident, jackie is careful, feeling you up inch by inch.

“oh my god,” she whispers with a single glide from base to tip. jackie repeats the motion, firmer, and you moan quietly as her thumb grazes under your head on the upstroke. looking pleased, shauna shifts next to you. “you were saying something earlier, weren’t you?” she teases. “about how sex is just…fine?”

“shut up.”

jackie adjusts her hold, testing different paces. you groan when she adds a twist at the tip, and reach out to guide her hand with yours. she follows your lead until shauna joins in too, her palm settling over jackie’s, refining each touch.

the pressure difference, the contrast of their touches, has you pulsing between them.

it’s then, with both of their palms around you, that it hits you: this is new for jackie too. not the act itself, but doing it like this. doing it while shauna watches. doing it with shauna.

jackie sits back on her knees, holding the base of your cock, and leans in to run her tongue across the head, tasting. 

“fuck,” you gasp, clutching shauna’s thigh.

jackie, unfazed by this, lets her tongue drag along the underside before closing her mouth around you. she sucks gently, the sudden heat of her mouth making you moan hoarsely. shauna watches, her eyes glued to jackie, who hums as she takes more past her lips. her spit slicks your length, tongue curling around it on the way back up. you know if she keeps this up, you won’t last.

thankfully and much to your dismay shauna knows that too. she grabs a fistful of jackie’s hair, coaxing her off you with a reluctant pop. “okay,” she murmurs, “that’s enough.”

“why?” jackie pouts. “i wasn’t done!”

shauna’s eyes soften. “because,” she says. “i want this to last, and if you keep going, she’s going to lose it in, like, thirty seconds.”

jackie blushes. she doesn’t look away, but her body tenses, recognizing what’s coming. shauna leans in slowly, offering her the choice to stop this before it starts.

she doesn’t, though, only lifts her chin proudly, and waits.

when their lips meet, jackie grips shauna’s shirt, pulling her closer, and shauna lets out a startled sound, which she chases with her mouth. you can’t look away from the two of them kissing, still tasting you, while heat coils tighter in your gut.

by the time shauna pulls back, jackie looks dazed, her brows drawn together in irritation from being interrupted again. shauna’s hand is quick to make up for it, skimming down her spine in one long caress. when her fingers glide beneath jackie’s skirt and settle warm on bare skin, the tension in jackie’s expression begins to falter.

“is this okay?” she murmurs.

jackie nods, eyes closed, as shauna’s fingers find her clit, pulling a stunned sound from her throat. “you feel that?” she murmurs into her ear. “you’re already dripping.” then, turning to you: “let her ride you.”

jackie’s breath stutters. “are you sure she can-”

shauna presses a kiss to the corner of her mouth. “you want to know what it feels like, don’t you? feel her for yourself?”

another nod, more desperate.

her skirt bunches as she climbs into your lap, thighs sliding over yours. shauna maneuvers her, pushing the fabric up to reveal the mess between her legs.

she isn’t wearing underwear.

it doesn’t fully register, with too much is happening too fast, but the image plants itself somewhere deep: jackie taylor doesn’t wear underwear when you and shauna are over for movie nights. and she’s soaked. wetness glistens on her thighs, smearing across your skin as she settles over you.

“breathe…” shauna instructs. “we’re still good?”

even though jackie takes longer to answer, too tense with anticipation, she manages a ragged: “yeah, we’re okay.”

you reach for yourself to guide the tip through her, slick folds parting with an obscene sound that has jackie digging her fingers into shauna’s shoulder. “shit,” she whispers. “you’re- god, you’re right there-”

“it’s okay,” shauna assures. “you don’t have to do anything. she won’t move. just sit, okay?”

jackie nods, biting her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood as she lowers herself onto you.

the stretch is deep, her body tight around you, gripping as she sinks down gradually. first just the head, then more, inch by inch. you feel the slick resistance of her trying to accommodate you, and it takes everything in you not to thrust up into her all at once.

“you’re doing so good,” shauna praises. “you’re okay.”

jackie lets out a broken moan and finally settles fully in your lap. “i can feel…hm, fuck- s’deep.”

her forehead rests against your shoulder, both of you vibrating with restraint. “i know,” shauna whispers from behind, giving jackie time to accommodate the stretch.

her muscles flex as she lifts up a few inches and sinks back down tentatively. you groan, unable to help yourself, the sensation of her cunt dragging along every nerve ending knocking the air straight from your lungs. you can’t tear your eyes away from where your bodies are joined, the wet mess of her pussy pulling at you on every roll of her hips.

jackie is still holding back, though, so shauna leans in, kissing her neck like she’s done with yours earlier. “do you want to make her feel good?” she asks you, fingers moving between jackie’s legs. “she’s close already. you feel that?”

you whine in agreement, and shauna responds by pressing her fingertips more firmly to jackie’s clit, the added pressure making her hips jolt.

“oh my god- what the fuck-” the surprise etched across her face makes you wonder if anyone has ever touched her quite like this, if she ever knew it could feel this good.

“god, shauna-” she chokes, clenching around you hard.

“yeah?” shauna teases. “right there, huh?”

jackie whimpers, hips rolling forward as she chases both shauna’s touch and the length of your cock. you bury your face between her breasts, groaning as her body convulses around you. when you finally thrust, harder than you meant to, she jerks in your lap. instead of pulling away, she moans, bracing herself and rocking back down.

her arms loop around your shoulders as she starts to move, her chest pressed flush to yours. jackie’s mouth finds the side of your neck, where she bites down hard enough to make your hips stutter into her.

“jesus, jackie!” you gasp.

the air in her room is thick: hot with sex & heavy with the sounds jackie makes as her thighs slap on your own. she’s chasing it now, her pace quickening.

shauna’s hand keeps working between jackie’s legs, fingers circling her clit. she leans in, guiding your face toward hers, and you meet her in a kiss that’s all tongue and teeth. jackie’s walls clench down when shauna simultaneously changes the pressure, the shift of angle enough to make her cry out.

“i- fuck, i think i’m gonna-” she gasps against your throat. you start to pull back, packing, but jackie stops you. “don’t!” she snaps. “don’t pull out. i’m on the pill, i swear, just- please. please, let me feel it.”

helplessly, your hips rock forward.

“go ahead,” shauna whispers. “come for us.”

it hits fast after that. you moan into her mouth as your orgasm tears through you, every muscle spasming. your back arches into jackie as you spill inside her, and she chokes on a shaking sound, grinding through her own climax. she comes with you, riding it out until there’s nothing left to give.

the three of you collapse in a tangled, trembling mess. jackie slumps forward, chest heaving, and shauna brushes sweat-damp hair from jackie’s neck. “you’re okay,” she murmurs to the two of you, stroking your cheek.

jackie barely lifts her head. “…that’s what it’s always like?”

“when you’re with someone who actually cares? yeah.”

you shiver, involuntarily moving your hips lightly, which draws another whimper from jackie. shauna smirks. “you think she’s done?”

[cantstandlosingyou]

"omg it's november already, mariah carey is defrosting", yeah well actually the only thing that matters right now is that she's frosting

[that1geek06]

"English isn't my-"

Hush now my friend, and let me read the absolute beauty of a fic that you have bestowed this world and humiliated the first English speakers with

[gaeforwom3n]

jackieshauna kiss kiss 💋

(I DIDN’T MAKE THIS I SAW IT ON X FROM werewolfshauna)

[unsettling-type-of-vibe]

There is no heterosexual explanation for Jackie’s ghost showing up to haunt Shauna on her date with Adam

[gaeforwom3n]

۶ৎ | Shadows Don't Burn, Light Doesn't Break

۶ৎ pairing: jackieshauna

۶ৎ author's note: i hope you see the vision too

The rooftop was quiet except for the hum of the city below. Jackie hovered just above the cracked stone ledge, light flickering faintly at her fingertips, more nervous energy than anything useful. She hadn’t seen Shauna in years, not since the accident, not since everything broke apart.

But Shauna was already there, half-hidden in the corner where the neon glare couldn’t reach. Her silhouette rippled with darkness, the city lights bending away from her like they were afraid to touch her.

“You came,” Jackie said, her voice too soft, too hopeful.

Shauna didn’t move. “Don’t sound so surprised. I don’t ignore threats just because you’re involved.”

The words cut sharper than Jackie expected, but she forced a smile anyway, the one she used to hide the sting. “Still the same, huh? Brooding on rooftops, glaring at anyone who gets too close.”

A shadow curled lazily around Shauna’s wrist, like it was alive. “And you’re still blindingly optimistic. Some things don’t change.”

Jackie flinched at the edge under the words. She wanted to bridge the space between them, to step forward and say I’m sorry, but then the rooftop seemed to tilt, the old memory hitting like a punch: the fire, the screams, the way their powers had collided instead of saving him.

She shoved it down. “We need to work together. This new villain, whoever’s behind the mind control attacks, they’re strong. Too strong for either of us alone.”

Shauna finally stepped into the half-light, her eyes unreadable. “Work together?” she repeated, like the words were poison. “Last time we tried that, people died.”

Jackie’s chest tightened. “You think I don’t remember? Every day, Shauna. Every. Day.” Her hand glowed brighter, the light trembling with the force of her emotion. “But if we let the past stop us, more people will die.”

For a moment, the only sound was the wind. Shauna’s shadows twined tighter around her like armor, but her voice dropped, softer now, almost reluctant.

“You always were too damn stubborn,” Shauna muttered. Then, almost against her will, her eyes flicked up to meet Jackie’s and something unspoken passed between them, heavy and sharp, but also fragile.

Jackie let out a shaky breath. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

The rooftop lights buzzed faintly, caught between brightness and shadow, just like the two of them.

Neither moved closer. Not yet. But for the first time in years, they weren’t walking away either. 

____

The old gym smelled like dust and rusted metal. Shauna had picked it, of course, out of the way, half-forgotten, shadows thick in every corner. Jackie’s light illuminated the space, spilling across broken mirrors and old punching bags.

“You sure about this?” Jackie asked, stretching her fingers until they shimmered faintly. “Training together again?”

Shauna rolled her shoulders, stepping into the ring like she belonged there. “Better we screw up here than in the field. Besides..” her mouth curved in a dry smirk, “I want to see if you’ve gotten sloppy.”

Jackie forced a laugh, though her stomach twisted. The last time they’d “trained,” it had ended in disaster. Still, she raised her hands. “Fine. Don’t hold back.”

Shauna didn’t.

Shadows lashed forward like serpents, forcing Jackie to throw up a glowing shield. The impact rattled through her arms, the darkness hissing against the light. Jackie countered with a burst, brilliant and sharp, but Shauna was already gone, melting into the corner, reappearing behind her with a sweep of darkness that nearly knocked her off her feet.

“Still predictable,” Shauna said, her voice echoing from everywhere and nowhere.

Jackie spun, frustrated. “Still dramatic.” She flared her palms, flooding the room with blinding radiance. For a second, all the shadows vanished, Shauna included.

But then a tendril of darkness wrapped around Jackie’s ankle and yanked. She hit the mat hard, breath punched from her lungs.

Shauna was suddenly over her, one knee pressing into Jackie’s side to pin her down, shadows curling like chains. Jackie’s light flared instinctively, fighting back, but in the tight space between them, it was too much, too hot, too close. The air crackled with tension, light and shadow colliding and sparking like electricity.

Jackie froze. Shauna’s face hovered inches from hers, eyes hard but glinting with something else, something Jackie didn’t dare name.

“Careless,” Shauna murmured, but her voice had lost its edge.

Jackie swallowed, her light dimming, softer now, more like a glow than a weapon. “Or maybe…” she whispered, breath shaky, “…I just trust you not to finish the hit.”

For a heartbeat, Shauna didn’t move. Her shadows loosened, curling back like they’d heard something private. The distance between them felt unbearably thin, old anger, old grief, and something more dangerous simmering beneath it.

Then Shauna pulled away abruptly, standing in one smooth motion. “Don’t trust me,” she said, too quickly, too sharp. “Not yet.”

Jackie lay on the mat, heart hammering, the ghost of Shauna’s touch still burning against her side. She pushed herself up slowly, her light flickering uncertainly.

“Maybe,” Jackie said softly, “but I want to.”

Shauna’s shadow rippled across the floor like an unspoken answer.

____

The abandoned subway tunnels stank of damp concrete and rust. Jackie’s light cut through the darkness in wide arcs, bouncing off twisted tracks and broken tiles. Shauna moved ahead like a phantom, shadows wrapping around her like armor.

They’d tracked the villain here the illusionist responsible for turning allies against each other. But Jackie could feel it: the oppressive weight in the air, the way her light faltered against something unnatural.

“Careful,” Shauna said quietly, her hand brushing the wall. “This place isn’t what it looks like.”

Before Jackie could answer, the ground split beneath them. A wave of shadow surged forward wrong, alien, nothing like Shauna’s controlled darkness. Jackie threw up a shield, but the blast shattered it like glass.

They were hurled back, tumbling into separate corners of the collapsing tunnel. Jackie coughed, pain flaring in her ribs. Through the haze, she saw Shauna pinned under fallen concrete, shadows flickering weakly around her.

“Shauna!” Jackie scrambled, light trembling around her like a flickering flame. The villain’s illusion pressed harder, twisting the space into a nightmare. Jackie’s vision doubled one second, she saw Shauna reaching for her; the next, she saw Shauna turning away, eyes cold, abandoning her again.

It’s not real. It’s not real.

“Jackie!” Shauna’s voice cut through the noise, raw and desperate. “Focus on me. Just me!”

Jackie’s chest tightened. She staggered forward, hand outstretched, her light dimming under the weight of the illusion. Shauna’s shadows surged at the same time, trying to push back the invading dark but alone, they weren’t strong enough.

Jackie fell to her knees beside her, their hands colliding in the debris. For a moment, light and shadow bucked against each other like they always had oil and water, clashing, fighting.

But then Jackie closed her eyes, whispering: “I trust you.”

Shauna’s breath hitched. Her grip tightened.

Their powers flared light and shadow entwining, not battling but weaving, fusing into something new. The tunnel exploded with a silvery glow, shadows dancing within it like veins of midnight. The illusion shattered, the oppressive weight lifting all at once.

When the dust settled, they were both still on the floor, their hands clasped, the glow slowly fading. Jackie realized she was leaning into Shauna, foreheads almost touching, their breathing ragged in unison.

Shauna didn’t pull away this time. Her voice was low, almost a confession: “You shouldn’t trust me.”

Jackie smiled weakly, tears pricking at her eyes. “Too late.”

For a long moment, neither of them moved, caught in the fragile, dangerous quiet. Then, with the world still trembling around them, Jackie whispered:

“Tell me you didn’t feel that.”

Shauna’s shadows stirred, curling around Jackie’s wrist, not pulling away, but holding her there. “I felt it,” she admitted, almost painfully.

The silence that followed was heavy, charged. Neither of them dared break it.

The safehouse was quiet except for the hum of the old heater. Jackie sat at the edge of the cot, hands trembling as she pressed glowing fingertips to the bruises along Shauna’s ribs. The light pooled gently, warm and soothing, knitting skin back together.

Shauna hissed through her teeth but didn’t move. Shadows curled faintly at her ankles, restless, like they didn’t know whether to fight or protect.

“You’re reckless,” Shauna muttered. “Throwing yourself into the illusion like that. You could’ve gotten yourself killed.”

Jackie’s laugh was soft, tired. “Says the one who let half a tunnel fall on her.” She pulled her hand back, the glow dimming. “We both take risks, Shauna. We always have.”

Their eyes met then, closer than either intended. For a moment, the air between them felt fragile, like one wrong word could shatter it.

Jackie’s voice softened. “But today… we didn’t fall apart. For once, we..” she swallowed, “we worked.”

Shauna looked away, jaw tight. “Don’t make it sound like more than it was.” But her voice cracked on the last word, betraying her.

Jackie reached out before she could think better of it, fingertips brushing Shauna’s hand. Not glowing this time. Just… touch. Human.

Shauna froze, shadows rippling like startled birds. Then, slowly, her fingers curled back around Jackie’s, hesitant but deliberate.

“You scare me,” Shauna whispered, barely audible. “Not the powers. You.”

Jackie’s breath caught. “Why?”

“Because every time I get close,” Shauna said, her eyes lifting finally, raw and unguarded, “I remember what it felt like to lose you.”

For once, Jackie didn’t have an answer. She only leaned in, closing the space inch by inch, giving Shauna every chance to pull away. Shauna didn’t.

Their lips met tentatively at first, more question than kiss. But then Shauna’s shadows curled around Jackie’s back, holding her there, and Jackie’s light flared softly between them, not blinding, not burning, just warm.

When they finally pulled apart, both were breathing hard, foreheads resting together.

Jackie smiled shakily. “So… still think we don’t work?”

Shauna’s laugh was rough, almost bitter, but her hand didn’t let go. “We’re a disaster,” she said. Then, quieter: “But maybe we’re our disaster.”

The shadows and light around them settled together, not clashing this time just coexisting.

[4ngelcove-deactivated20260429]

I understand the Yellowjackets cause I’d also believe whatever she told me no matter how insane it is

[tartardisalmone]

How it feels to fight for the same war every day (trying to find an actually long, well-written fanfic with good plot and happy ending) (so tired that I started thousands myself on a secret Microsoft word document nobody knows about)

[that1geek06]

"English isn't my-"

Hush now my friend, and let me read the absolute beauty of a fic that you have bestowed this world and humiliated the first English speakers with

[loveroffemmes]

Seven Minutes In Heaven | Pre-Crash Shauna Shipman x Fem! Reader

warning: smut, gagging with panties, praise

summary: you go to a party and play seven minutes in heaven, shauna decides to play seven minutes in you

“Why am I even here, Van?” I groan, “I’m not on the team!”

“Don’t you want to celebrate my victory?”

“No, not really.”

Van rolls her eyes and elbows me, “C’mon, it’ll be fun!” Van hands me a drink, “Drink up, it’ll help.” I sigh and take the solo cup from her, drinking it. Van brings me over to the rest of the yellowjackets, “This is my friend, (Y/n).” Van introduces.

“Hey…” I awkwardly wave to the group, feeling even more out of place since most of them are wearing their varsity jackets.

They wave back, some of them I can recognize, others I have no clue about. Jackie, their team captain. Tai, Van’s girlfriend. Natalie, the girl who smokes by my parking spot everyday. Shauna, the cute girl in my English class who always wears that t-shirt that rides up whenever she stretches, and that one girl that never takes that pink hat off.

“Since everyone’s here…” Jackie showed off the empty vodka bottle in hers, “How about some spin-the-bottle seven-minutes-in-heaven?”

“That game is so dumb.” Travis replied.

“As your team captain, I say we all have to play!” Jackie jokingly demanded.

Everyone sat in a circle, “So, who starts?” Natalie asks.

“Hmmm,” Jackie taps her finger to her chin, looking around the circle of girls and a few guys.

“I’ll go.” Van spoke up. She looked at Taissa before spinning the bottle. It landed on Taissa — thank god.

Van and Tai smiled at each other and stood up, heading for the closet, “They’re never leaving that closet.” Lottie sighs — I believe that’s what her name was.

Jackie groans, “That’s for sure. Okay, who’s next thennnnn?” Jackie looks around and her eyes land on me, “Well, since Van just went, it only makes sense for Van’s friend to go second.”

Playing this game with a bunch of strangers…kill me now.

I grab the bottle and spin it. It spins and spins and spins and….

It lands on the cute girl from my English class.

“Shauna and (Y/n)!” Jackie announces to the group, “You’ll have to use the closet upstairs since Van and Taissa are occupying the other…”

I nod, glancing over at Shauna. She’s stone faced and I can tell she wants to protest this childish game, but she chooses not to say anything. Shauna doesn’t look at me, she simply gets up and walks past the group, going upstairs to the closet. I follow after her, trailing behind her until we get to the closet. Shauna flips the light switch. next to the closet, the light switches on and the room doesn’t really seem any brighter. We both step inside the closet and Shauna closes the door.

“This is such a stupid game.” Shauna mumbles.

“Yeah, it is a bit immature.” I admit.

Shauna sighs, “And I’m sure you didn’t want to be paired up with me — I saw you looking at Jackie.”

“I was only looking at her because she was the loudest.”

Shauna laughs, her eyes a bit wider now, “Wow, (Y/n).”

“Plus, I was honestly hoping to get you, I felt like it would be less awkward to be cramped in such a tight space with someone I knew.”

Shauna’s eyebrow raised, “Someone you knew?”

“Well, yeah, we have English together. I always end up with your papers for peer review, you’re such an amazing writer, Shauna.”

“Y-You…” Shauna stops, she sounds so unsure of herself, “You know who I am? I thought you were going to say ‘Jackie’s friend’ or something.”

“I only know Jackie’s name because she’s your captain. Why wouldn’t I know you?”

I can see Shauna smile, she pauses and doesn’t answer my question and instead asks a new one, “Have you ever played this game before?”

“No, not really.”

Shauna leans closer to my face. “Should I teach you how to play?” She doesn’t wait for a response, Shauna’s hands move to my hips. She leans in, her lips finding mine in an instant. I can taste the cherry vodka on her lips. She isn’t gentle, her hand quickly moves from my hips to my hair, entangling her hand in it. Her teeth sink into my bottom lip and I whine in response, her tongue slipping into my mouth, exploring every inch of it. Shauna makes a sound somewhere in between a moan and a growl, “I want you.”

“I want you too, Shauna.” I feel her hands fall down to my belt, beginning to take it off while kissing me. She was fast, desperate, and certainly rough. My belt hits the floor and Shauna wastes no time in unbuttoning my jeans and tugging them off. Her lips separate from mine, “Up.” She demands and before I can follow her demand, she wraps her arms around my thighs and lifts me so I’m sitting on a short shelf in the closet. She drops back down, taking my jeans off.

Shauna stares. I feel my face heat up and I move to close my thighs. Shauna’s hands move to my thighs and her nails dig into my skin. She forces my thighs apart and keeps staring, “You’re so fucking wet.” Shauna’s hands creep up my thighs, wrapping around the waistband of my panties, “Lift your hips.” I do as told and Shauna removes my panties. Her hands return to my thighs, making sure that my legs stay pinned open, “So wet.”

Shauna’s hand inches up my thigh, her finger runs through my folds, “So wet.” She repeats to herself. She lifts her finger to my mouth, it’s covered in my juices, “Suck.” She demands and I do. I take her fingers into my mouth and I can hear Shauna gasp, her eyes darkening as she watches me. Her fingers leave my mouth with a small ‘pop’ sound. Her hand drops down to center once again, her finger sliding through my folds before Shauna thrusts it in, “You’re so tight.” Shauna whispers in my ear, leaning in closer and lightly biting down on the lobe. She kisses down the side of my neck, her tongue lightly licking a sensitive spot before she bites down on my neck, beginning to move her finger as she does so. She thrusts her finger again — god, I can feel her so deep inside of me.

“S-Shauna!” I moan out, shakily.

Shauna smirks, “You have to be quiet, they might hear you…they’re only a staircase away.” My face feels hot, I hadn’t even considered how this closet is definitely not noise proof. I can’t help but moan and Shauna doesn’t bother to slow down, I can feel her smirk growing against my skin as I get louder.

“How can I stay q-quiet…mm, if..if you keep moving your fingers like that?”

Shauna curls her fingers as she answers causing me to moan even louder, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, (Y/n), but…if you really want to stay quiet, so everyone doesn’t hear how good you think my fingers feel, then why don’t we…” Shauna trails off for a moment, slowly sliding her finger all the way out. She picks my panties up, “Open.”

“O-Open?” I question, but I still obey, opening my mouth and Shauna pushes my own panties into my mouth, “Bite down.” I do as she says and she smiles, “Good girl, now you can be as loud as you want for me.”

Shauna doesn’t waste any time in returning to her previous movements. This time, sliding two fingers into me, curling them perfectly against my g-spot as if she already knew what my body needed. I bucked my hips, moaning into my makeshift gag, “Oo, was that good, baby?” Shauna coos, continuing to thrust her fingers, “You got louder, that must be the spot, hm?” I nod desperately and Shauna curls her fingers once more, “Just like that, (Y/n), move your hips.” Shauna mumbled against my neck. With each pump of her fingers, Shauna’s teeth sank into my neck, trying to leave a reminder for me as to who was making me feel this good, as to who was making me this loud.

“You’re getting tighter.” Shauna moans against my neck. She curls her fingers once more, sucking the sensitive skin of my neck as roughly as she possibly can, and I completely fall apart under her. My hips can’t stop humping her fingers and the entire closet is filled with the sounds of my muffled moans. Shauna’s fingers slow down, her bites turning into kisses against my neck, “Good girl.” She coos, her fingers completely stopping as she pulls them out. Her non-wet hand reaching up and taking the panties out of my mouth, “Open.” Shauna demands again and I open my mouth, she places her fingers on tongue, “Suck.” I do as she says, my lips closing around her fingers as I begin to suck on them, “Look at me while you do it.” My eyes meet Shauna’s big, dark brown eyes, she’s smirking as her eyes lock onto my lips. She thrusts her fingers into my mouth, “God, you’re so cute.” She says, her fingers still moving in and out of my mouth. She removes them and pecks my lips, “I think that was more than seven minutes.”

I roll my eyes at her, but I can’t help but smile at her dorky comment. Shauna grabs my pants and underwear for me, helping me lift my hips up so she can put them back on me, “I know, I know, (Y/n), you’re all fucked out, I got it.” She says as she helps me, “Why don’t we take a few more minutes in here? At least until your breathing evens out.” I nod, still panting. Shauna brushes the hair out of my face, “Y’know, I should have known you wanted me when I kept catching you staring at me in class.” I felt my face turn red, “I always assumed you were looking at Jackie, but you were actually looking at me.”

“You weren’t supposed to notice that!”

I have never been more grateful to go to Van’s dumb soccer party.

i’m gonna be honest, i sent to a party and i am writing this in my bed after and i am a little drunk and tired, so i am so sorry for any spelling mistakes, i’m not going to read it over and fix them LOL

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