hi ms knife!! i NEED headcanons/imagines on reader riding the yellowjackets' thighs and how they'd react, i'm like incredibly down bad
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JACKIE TAYLOR : the first time she feels you rolling your hips over her thigh, jackie pulls back pretty much immediately, staring up at you in surprise and gulping audibly when she realizes what you’re doing. she’s probably only ever heard of ‘riding’ as something you do with a boy, so seeing you grind down into her lap like this catches her completely off guard: “o-oh-” she stammers, her pupils blown so wide they swallow up all the hazel in her eyes. hovering over her, you pause to search jackie’s face for any sign that you’ve crossed a line, suddenly hyperaware of how you must look, straddling her leg to hump it. “is this okay?” you murmur. “do you want me to stop?” as soon as those words leave your mouth, jackie knows she wants anything but that; the mere thought of you pulling away now that she’s felt you for the first time, the warmth of your cunt pressing through the fabric of your pants, makes her whine. it’s a sound she’s never heard herself make, but her hands fall to your hips before she can give it any further consideration, wanting you to keep moving. “don’t,” jackie rasps and, swallowing hard & forcing herself to meet your eyes, she adds: “keep going.” once you start moving again, a little slower to ease her into it, jackie lets out a ragged exhale and lets you grind against her. the entire time you ride her thigh, she watches in awe, finally understanding the whole hype behind lying back and letting someone else take what they need when she sees your mouth part at the first real bit of friction. the sight alone makes her leg tense and, therefore, gives you more to grind against, making you gasp and roll your hips harder.
SHAUNA SHIPMAN : especially s3 shauna (all shauna variants, tbf) would love thigh riding: being able to take full control, pinning you in place while she grinds herself against your leg and/or uses your body to get off. that being said, and as much as shauna enjoys riding your thigh, she’ll also absolutely lose it when the roles are reversed!! she talks such a big game (humps your ass from behind whilst gripping the back of your head and pressing your face into the mattress, simultaneously murmuring filth into your ear, etc.), yet the very second you push her back and settle over her lap, spreading your thighs on either side of hers to roll your hips down onto her leg, all that composure does finally crack. perhaps not quite in a way anyone else would clock, but you’re not just anyone; you know shauna, and know what it does to her when she gets to watch you chase your orgasm by dragging your cunt over the firm muscle there. she could watch you do this for literal hourssss, one hand gripping your hip, the other sliding up under your shirt to toy with your nipples, pinching them to hear the hitch in your breath. also shauna’s mouth would be everywhere!! i’m thinking messy kisses, teeth scraping over your pulse point, sucking marks into your neck that surely won’t fade for weeks, all while you’re both mindlessly grinding into each other. and she’d love the sounds you make!! the breathy moans right into her ear as you rub your clit against her thigh, soaking through both your clothes until there’s only that obscenely damp slide every time you roll your hips, rather than any proper friction. even then, she’ll still tighten her grip on you: “c’mon,” shauna murmurs, one eyebrow lifting when your movements turn uneven. “you can do better than that.”
NAT SCATORCCIO : nat, just like everybody else on this list, fucking loves it when you ride her thigh!! there’s something about seeing you so desperate for her, grinding your cunt against her leg, even through multiple layers of clothing, that makes her head spin. the first time, she lets out a disbelieving huff of a laugh: “shit…yeah?” nat rasps, glancing down at where you press against her thigh, her palms automatically sliding to your waist as you start rocking against her. it’s sloppy, and once she feels how wet you are for her, soaking through both your jeans and hers, she’s done for. also she’ll encourage it, flexing & bouncing her thigh against your center to offer you more to grind up against. nat’s rings are cold where they press into your skin as her fingers curl around your hips to guide your pace, and she kisses you messily, teeth knocking into yours because she’s not thinking about the rhythm: as much as nat cares about you on top of her, she gives little to no fucks about the that, blindly following your lead so you can use her however you like. nat would absolutely talk you through it, too, and maybe not even intentionally so: “c’mon,” she mutters absently, tracking every roll of your hips. “don’t stop now.” only when she notices how into her talking you are (burying your face in her shoulder, tangling your fingers in the fabric of her shirt desperately), does she keep going, rasping: “there you go,” right into your ear, her tongue tracing the shell. “yeah, just like that, make yourself feel good…you’re doing so good.”
LOTTIE MATTHEWS : i know, i know, i’ve said this before, and i got multiple requests for top!lottie (and i will get to those, i promise), but just imagine lottie begging you to use her/her body? especially if she frames it as being in the name of it…? thinking so many thoughts right now. lottie would let you straddle her with no resistance at all, her hands resting at her sides while you settle over her hips, thighs bracketing hers. she’ll just lie there and watch through heavylidded eyes as you start grinding your bare cunt against her leg, staring up at you in absolute awe. each & every single sound that leaves your mouth elicits a quiet one from her in return, as if she could get actual pleasure out of this, rather than just letting you take from her. lottie’s hands tremble with restraint where they grip the furs beneath her. she could touch you, in fact, she wants to, and regardless, makes the active choice & effort not to, purposely denying herself. the point, after all, is for you to take what you need from her body without her interfering. “it’s okay,” lottie tells you softly. “take it, it wants you to.” when you rest your palm flat over her chest for balance, you can actually feel how fast her heart is beating as your clit drags over the firm muscle of her thigh, leaving a smear of arousal on her skin. lottie’s breathing grows all shallow while watching, nostrils flaring with the grind of your hips, unconsciously matching the pace by arching her back off the ground. all in the name of it, of course!! and it will be so pleased, once you’ve cum all over lottie’s leg!!
VAN PALMER : much like lottie, van just stares. at least at first!! she’ll let her head drop into the pillows and groan, unable to quite believe what she’s seeing: how your eyes roll back and your hips roll into the strong hands she’s got planted on either side of you, guiding you as you rut against her. very much unlike lottie, however, is the expression on van’s face: she is grinning from ear to ear, and even when she ducks her head to your neck, pretending she’s only kissing you there (in a poor attempt to hide the smile), you can feel the curve of her lips. “i- i can feel that.” you gasp, throwing your head back in pleasure. van only presses her leg up harder, testing the pressure, then cocking her head when it draws another ragged moan from you. your cunt drags over her skin, all slick & wet by now, and she runs the hand thats not currently supporting you by the waist through her own hair, chuckling “oh, fuck,” under her breath, clearly way too pleased with herself as she flexes her leg to give you that perfect friction. van loves that she can do this, that she can see the effects she has on you, not only in the way your hips jump & your breathing hitches, but also the physical evidence, where your cunt leaves a wet sheen on her skin!! she can’t help but make small encouraging noises of her own, then, groaning softly whilst occasionally letting her lips brush along your jaw as you grind. “that’s good, huh?” she murmurs. seeing you nod erratically, she squeezes your hips, finally letting you ride her however you please.
TAISSA TURNER : taissa who just has to be close to you. it doesn’t matter who is riding whose thigh, whether you’re straddling her or vice versa, as long as there’s absolutely no space left between your bodies: whenever youre doing this, taissa wants you flush against her!! if you start grinding down on her thigh while you’re still wearing a skirt, for example, she’s bunching the fabric up in her fists, partly because she wants to see the damp spot spreading through the thin cotton crotch of your panties, but mostly because she needs to feel more of you; the bare skin of your thighs under her palms & the warmth radiating off your core. taissa’s hands are firm when they slide over your hips, up the curve of your waist, her fingers caressing the swell of your ass before gripping it tight to keep you moving. you best believe that she will NOT let you get shy about it: if your pace falters or you try to hide your face away in the side her neck, she pulls you against herself by squeezing your ass, simultaneously pressing her own thigh up a little harder. also, unlike lottie, she wont ever just lie there and make you work for it: tai will sit up to close the distance, chest to chest as you roll your hips, her mouth finding yours only after she’s pressed kisses up your sternum, between the valley of your breasts and over your collarbones. and by the time she finally pulls you into a proper kiss, she keeps her hand on your ass while the other cups the back of your neck to hold you close, smiling against your mouth when you start whining. tai gladly swallows each of those sounds, mumbling: “that’s it,” as you drag your cunt across her thigh.
MARI IBARRA : mari honestly can't believe that just a few pecks on the mouth (barely even a proper make out!!) already have you grinding against her like that. when it first happens, she pulls back to stare down between your bodies, jaw slack, realizing that you’ve only shifted to straddle her thigh. “oh...shit,” mari breathes in disbelief. your lashes flutter, the pressure of your cunt rubbing against her so tempting, you can’t stop rolling your hips again. she lets out a breathless laugh and shakes her head, trying very hard to ignore the heat pooling between her own legs, now that she can feel the outline of your cunt through your panties. “already?” mari teases. “jesus, you’re- you’re worse than a boy!” and yet as she says it, her hands slide to your hips, afraid you might stop. she’s only doing this so you don’t fall over, mari tells herself, even as she grips you harder and flexes her thigh experimentally. so what if the soft moan this draws from you goes straight down to the pleasure coiling in her abdomen, making the fabric of her underwear cling to her skin uncomfortably?! you’re cleary enjoying yourself, too!! “wow,” she murmurs. “look at you, you’re so…” mari trails off, letting her eyes wander over the slow roll of your hips. the sight alone makes a pink blush creep up her neck, more heat shooting south. angling her thigh for more pressure and letting her hands roam lower to squeeze your ass is, like, the only reasonable thing to do, here!! not because she likes this!! and definitely not because she can feel how wet you’re getting, the slide of your cunt growing gradually slicker through the thin barrier of fabric….
MELISSA HAT : the hat stays on no matter what!! you could both be half undressed, and that thing would still be perched on mel’s head. that said, i feel like, especially the first few times you do this, she is painfully aware of every single thing she’s doing, or, rather, trying to do: melissa wants this to be good for you so badly that she ends up overthinking it, unsure where to put her hands, how much pressure to apply, etc. “wait, okay, is that-” she blurts, all flustered now that you’re straddling her thigh. “is that good? i can- i can move, if you want? or- or not move!” you don’t even answer verbally (which is not helpful at all), only roll your hips again, and melissa swears she can feel the heat of your cunt throb through the layers separating you. despite the hesitation, her body reacts to the sensations waaay before her mind can catch up, hips jerking in response, her attempt to chase friction throwing off your rhythm: “fuck, sorry!” melissa blurts, cheeks burning as the sudden pressure makes you gasp. “i didn’t mean to-” thankfully, your moans shut her up. with her thumbs to your waist, she tries again, pressing her thigh against you more carefully. it draws another sound from you, this one higher, and melissa watches in awe: “oh,” she says softly. “oh, you like that.” she’s still a little clumsy, knocking her knee against yours or shifting too abruptly, but at least there’s some intention behind it now. also, at one point, her hat nearly falls off as she tips her head back, and she hurriedly pushes it back into place, making you laugh before you drop your forehead against hers. “don’t laugh!” melissa complains, even as she smiles. “i’m trying here…”
