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[femmewriterthing]

#need to be babied by college au shauna while i ride her thigh……. you know she takes her work seriously but sometimes she can’t help it. that condescending tone & occasional hand wandering under your shirt or towards your clit while she “focuses on studying” 😵‍💫😵‍💫

90% of my asks here are just horny shauna posts…. oops.

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🐾, NEVER apologize for sending horny Shauna ideas my way bc I eat them up !!

Focus on Me

MDNI

1k words

You knew that logically, you could wait for Shauna to finish her work. You knew that she had a test coming up, and she was nothing if not consistently overly prepared for class. Usually, her smarts and responsibility with her grades was hot, but now it was taking attention away from you.

You were sprawled out on her bed, lying on your stomach with your feet kicking in the air while you tried (and failed) to read a magazine. You'd been waiting for this issue to be released, but now, the magazine was the furthest thing from your mind.

You watched Shauna work, instead. You watched how her brow furrowed and how her plump lips mouthed the words she was transcribing onto paper. You watched how her long fingers wrapped around her pencil-- how she was gripping it so tight that the tips of her fingers were white.

"You're staring," she remarked, her lips quirking up. "I can literally feel it."

Caught.

You groaned, flipping onto your back. "Are you almost done? I'm dying over here."

"Dying?" she rolled her eyes, finally looking up and spinning her chair around. "We just had sex this morning."

"So?" you replied. "I can only want you once a day now? Are we forty?"

"Forty-year-olds can have high sex drives," she corrected.

You threw a dirty t-shirt at her head. She was supposed to clean her room and do some laundry this morning, but that was when you had gotten... distracted. Again. "When are you gonna be done?"

"Fifteen more minutes," she said, wetting her lips cruelly. "Can you handle that, baby?"

"No," you whined. "Especially not with you using pet names."

"Is my girl needy?" she asked in her usual bedroom voice.

"Oh my God," you got up, looping your arms around her neck from the back, kissing her cheek. "You're evil. Do you know that?"

"I know," she said smugly. "You love it. Come sit on my lap."

"Nuh-uh," you laughed, kissing her shoulder. "I won't be able to resist."

"Who said you had to resist?" Shauna asked, lifting one brow. "C'mere."

She didn't have to tell you twice.

You sat down on her lap, leaning your chin up to meet her lips slow. She kissed you back, of course, because she wasn't very good at resisting either. She hummed into the kiss, even though she knew she had to get back to work. She knew that she couldn't say no to you.

"Babe," she said between kisses, but your lips met again. "Mm."

"Mhm?" you asked, meeting her lips again eagerly, slipping your tongue into her mouth.

"Baby, I have to finish this," she said, right before sucking a bit on your tongue, kissing you again with fever. "Just a few more minutes?"

"What do I get in a few minutes?" you asked, slowing the kisses and reluctantly pausing what she started.

"Whatever you want," she said, before reiterating, "Whatever my girl wants."

"Tease," you said, making yourself comfortable on her lap while she turned to pick up the pencil again.

You sat on her lap, reading what she was writing as she (sorta) focused, but every once in a while she'd move her leg in a way that created friction right where you needed. She had her one arm around your waist and her other occupied writing, but the hand around your waist repositioned you in such a way that amplified how good her thigh felt between your legs.

You didn't mean to start obviously humping her leg while she was just trying to work, but it was hard to do it subtly.

So, you just gyrated a bit in place, going with the movement that Shauna's arm was moving you in. Shauna was writing significantly slower than before, which meant her attention was no longer solely being given to her school work.

You soon realized that almost none of her attention was on her work, because her hand started to move and slip beneath your shirt. Just her thumb at first, rubbing little circles, but then, her finger slipping below the waistband of your shorts and underwear.

"Shauna..." you warned.

"Hm?" she replied, pretending to sound busy. "Is something wrong, baby?"

"What're you doing?" you asked as her finger ran across your slit.

"I'm writing," she said.

"Shauna," you said again as her thumb found your clit.

She always found it quick, but it seemed like she was on a mission tonight. She knew every area of your body like the back of her hand, which definitely didn't help when you were trying to keep it together and wait for Shauna to be done.

You writhed on her lap, moving your hips in time with her strokes directly where you needed her. She wasn't writing anymore. Instead, she placed her other hand on your thigh to open your legs more.

"Fuck, you're always so ready for me," she pulled you closer to get to your neck, breathing you in while her fingers worked a bit harder. Before, she was ghosting over your folds. Now, she was properly feeling how slick you got from her teasing. "My poor baby."

"Fuck," you mumbled, your voice wavering at the babying. You absolutely loved when Shauna babied you, and you knew that.

You knew that you were her whole world, her princess-- anything. And now, you knew that her fingers being inside of you was more important than any class work.

"Love you," she murmured, slipping a finger inside of you. "I love your pussy."

"Please," you moaned. "Fuck me on the bed."

She didn't hesitate, lifting you into her arms with her fingers still inside, lying you down on the mattress.

"Homework can wait," she said, kissing you as if she were starving. "You're more important. Sit on my face."

[femmewriterthing]

NEED you to expand more on shauna eating reader out under the blanket </3 i beg dearly

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Ofc, ofc, i am always ready to think more about this !! Not proofread because I’m currently on a plane and I’m tired LOL Enjoy, 🐾, and others ! Xo

MDNI

You knew Shauna's plan when you heard the music. Her usual records (Weezer and The Cranberries) weren't playing from the record player. Instead, it was something slower.

"What is this?" You asked her, a smile already forming from your spot in bed.

She just smiled, lowering the volume a bit. "You like it?"

"It's different," you said, stretching your arms above your head.

Before you knew it, she was flopping down beside you in bed, her arms wrapping over your midsection. It seemed innocent enough, until she began leaving little open-mouthed kisses on your neck.

“Shauna,” you said, almost a protest, but not quite. You couldn’t really resist her.

She just hummed, her hand moving down to slide your t-shirt up a bit.

“Shauna,” you said a bit louder, a shiver running through you. “It’s cold.”

That didn’t deter her, though. Her lips left your shoulder, where she moved once she was temporarily done with the column of your neck. She licked her lips, pushing herself further down the length of the mattress.

“So keep the blanket on,” Shauna said, continuing her descent, kissing your clothed stomach. “Let me warm you up.”

You couldn’t argue with that.

You pulled the blanket to the side before throwing it back over Shauna, pulling it up to your chest. It was warm under it, but so was Shauna’s hot tongue as she pulled your pants and underwear down in one go.

It should’ve been awkward, but she moved with such eager precision, tugging it down just enough to get your legs spread. They pooled around your calves as Shauna positioned herself between your legs, kissing your mound before leaving a long lick.

You missed seeing her and watching her eyes flutter shut and her tongue work, but seeing her outline under the blanket moving with her licks and hearing her muffled moans was just as good.

CW: somno

Shauna, who woke you up with her tongue on your cunt underneath the blanket. You didn’t know when she started, but you could feel that your thighs were already wet.

She wanted to wake you in a pleasant way, and she knew that you always loved her eating you out. She hadn’t disturbed you at all, simply going under the blanket and taking what she wanted, and what she knew you wanted, too.

She felt you wake up, her licks increasing in speed while she sucked your clit.

Her sucks and moans were less audible, but she was more vocal now that you were awake to hear her.

She lifted her head for a bit, nosing into your bush.

“Morning, pretty,” she said, diving back in, nose bumping against your sensitivity as she got back to work.

It was hot under the blanket, hard to breathe for her, but she would be more than happy to die this way, between your legs, pleasuring you and swallowing your juices.

[femmewriterthing]

Frat boy Shauna being jealous over reader spending time with nat and Lottie rather than her 👀

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We love u jealous Shauna !!! Sorry I can't make her jealous without making her be a little pathetic too as a treat

You hadn’t been distant, per se; you just made some new friends.

It wasn't your fault that Nat and Lottie were both popular and attractive. You didn't look at them that way, of course, but Shauna had eyes. She saw the way that other people looked at the pair, and felt a little annoyed whenever you spent too much time with them.

She knew that you were loyal, but she still couldn't help it. She trusted you, but Nat and Lottie always invited you to hang out exclusively.

"It's a girly thing," you'd reassure her. "You'd hate it." "Yeah, but why don't I ever get an invite? They're stealing my girl away."

She was joking, but there was a hint of actual worry in her tone.

The whole time you were gone, Shauna stewed. She tried to watch TV and calm herself down-- she tried to put on some music and scroll mindlessly through her phone, but it was no use.

She couldn't recall a time when she felt so pathetic and she hated it. She used to be the one going out and making her lovers wonder where she was. She never used to get attached and play the part of jealous, clingy girlfriend. When had she become this?

She pulled out her phone:

9:19 pm wya? 9:19 pm babe 9:20 pm r u seriously ignoring me for nat and lottie rn? 9:21 pm whatever lol idec 9:25 pm im being a dick just pls come home

She threw her phone down, running a hand through her hair. God, she just made everything worse.

It was past ten before you got home, cutting your night with the girls short after you saw Shauna's frantic texts.

"Babe?" you called out, shutting and locking your front apartment door behind you. "Shaun?"

Shauna emerged from the bedroom seconds later, with her tail between her legs practically. "Hi."

"Hi?" you questioned. "I thought something was wrong."

“Nothing’s wrong,” she said. “I just missed you.”

“Shauna, what the fuck?” you nearly scolded. “You made me cut the night short with Nat and Lottie.”

She wrapped her arms around you, nuzzling into your neck, trying to get you to forgive her jealousy easier. “Babe, you know I get jealous. Can you blame me?”

“Yes, actually,” you pushed her off-- not hard, but a shove, nonetheless. “You know we’re just friends. Just because you think Lottie’s hot--"

“Woah, woah, I only have eyes for you,” Shauna interrupted, peppering your forehead with kisses. It was an oddly sweet gesture. “I just wanted you home with me tonight. I can make popcorn and we can watch one of those girly movies?”

“Girly movies” just meant anything romantic to Shauna.

“You’re just trying to butter me up now.”

“Butter you up? Like--"

“Do not make a popcorn joke right now, I’ll have Nat come pick me up.”

You hated to encourage her jealous and possessive behaviors, but also? It was kinda nice just sitting here with her and staying in. You knew that you would have to set boundaries soon and talk to her if you wanted to be able to have stress-free girls nights, but it was also nice to know that your company was in such high demand.

Plus, you knew that Shauna was extra mushy when she thought you were mad at her.

Maybe you gave her a little more attitude than necessary just so she’d kiss you softly and sweetly. Maybe you tortured her longer than necessary so she’d be extra generous in bed later.

You both knew each other’s tells, and you both knew how to get exactly what you wanted. <3

[femmewriterthing]

Hi lovely! I was honestly recently thinking about how Fratboy!Shauna would act while she's drunk? And it would be super cute for reader to take care of her drunk and clingy girlfriend like bring her home and tuck her in and all that!! Obviously you dont have to write this if you dont want to or already have too much on your plate or dont have the time, please take care of yourself first, hope you're having a great day! 🩷

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Never too much on my plate to get to asks done (eventually). Hope you're having the best day too, 🌸. I always look forward to getting asks from you!

MDNI (sorry I literally can't not write smut with frat boy Shauna I'll work on it... BUT it's in the last section + other parts are labeled, so just skip it you don't want to read that!)

Drunk Fratboy!Shauna parties. A lot. She has to, she's important in her fraternity, after all. And a natural part of college partying (for her, anyway) is drinking. She used to see it as just another drunken night, but it morphed into something else over time.

Drunk Fratboy!Shauna always says she won't get plastered, but then you see how much fun she's having and you know she's already too far gone. It was a good thing you lived close and didn't like to drink as much as she did.

Drunk Fratboy!Shauna who used to prioritize just getting a girl into bed when she got intoxicated, but now had many different sides:

Sleepy Drunk Shauna expected to hold you all night. She expected that anyway, but she was insistent about it when she drank. She wanted to fall asleep against your warm chest with her face buried into you, nuzzling closer if you moved even a tiny bit away. Once she was out cold, she was dead to the world, but you still felt bad moving. She just looked so small and young when tiredness overtook her, and her usual attitude was replaced with soft sighs, an occasional snore, and her eyelids fluttering when she dreamed. Horny Drunk Shauna was... well, all over you. She couldn't keep her hands to herself. She was constantly draping herself over you at the party, slipping her hands into the back pockets of your jeans, kissing your neck. "Let's go home," she'd hiccup. "You smell so good. Lemme feel you, go to the bathroom." She'd constantly want to hook up right then and there in the nearest empty room or bathroom (since it was guaranteed to have a lock). The whole drive home, she'd have her hand on your leg, too, if you didn't let her get what she wanted in public. She'd trace little circles on your thigh before sliding up and feeling you up while you drove. "Shauna, you're gonna make me crash," you'd say, not really complaining though. "Don't care," she'd pout. "I know you're wet." Sweet Drunk Shauna is always telling you how beautiful you look and how lucky she is. She just feels like the luckiest person in the world right now, and she absolutely has to let you know. "'m so fucking lucky," she'd slur, kissing your neck. She'd miss your neck a few times, opting to kiss your chest since it was a wider canvas. She'd make all these plans with you and for you that you knew she couldn't afford right now and she wouldn't remember in the morning, but it was the thought that counted, right? "Let's just run away and get married," she'd say. Her hair would be all messy from half-assing washing her face. "You're drunk," you'd say. "Maybe," she'd chuckle, getting impossibly closer to you. "I'd say all this shit sober, too."

Drunk Fratboy!Shauna who'd try to take care of you, even when she could barely stand. She'd want to get you water and stand behind you, nuzzling into your neck while you brushed your teeth before bed. Which, speaking of brushing teeth, you always had to brush hers. She'd sit on top of the toilet lid while you did the best you could with Shauna laughing and trying to hug you through your efforts.

Drunk Fratboy!Shauna would always try to initiate something. Secretly, you loved it. You knew that she always wanted you sober, so drunk was no different. Sometimes, you'd give in and she'd slip inside of you, giving a few shallow thrusts before falling asleep or letting you know that she was nauseous. Other times, she would power through, whimpering extra into your neck (she was always louder when she was drunk), but also, she always forgot to pull out when she had too much to drink. Good thing you took other preventive measures!

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Hi! Could you do headcanons for gp!shauna taking care of pregnant!wife!reader? I was thinking about some fluffy stuff but you can always add something more if u feel like it... 👀

Hii I lowkey wrote this in reverse order of your req LMAO, so there’s smutty stuff at the beginning (kinda) and descriptions of her getting r pregnant and THEN fluffy soft stuff <3

CW: Shauna doesn’t want to wear a condom (surprise: she gets you pregnant) so feel free to skip that if you just want the fluffy parts or if it’s not your thing! Not written as forceful, just both of you being unsafe lol

Caring for Two

You were honestly a little nervous to tell Shauna at first. It shouldn’t have been a surprise with all the ⤵︎

“Baby, please, it feels so much better without a condom…” “You’re gonna make me put one on? I always pull out in time.” “Fuck, I need you so bad. Please just let me fuck you…” “C’mon, I’m so hard it hurts. Please?” “I’ll pull out this time, I swear. Bend over for me, baby…”

But you were just as bad. You loved feeling her bare so much that sometimes you begged her to come inside. 

Shauna almost always pulled out in time, but you loved it more when she got too into it and came too soon. Sometimes you’d clench her at the last second, knowing it’d make her finish before expected…

When you didn’t get your period, you just knew. You took two tests, both positive, and knew you couldn’t delay the inevitable anymore. 

“Shaun, I…” you shook your head, trying to spit it out. “What’s wrong?” she asked, concern creeping in. “You can tell me anything, I won’t be mad.” “I’m… pregnant.”

And then everything shifted.

Shauna wouldn’t let you lift any bags, even if they were light. Her pregnant wife wouldn’t have to lift a finger if it were up to her. When you first started dating, before you really fell in love, she’d get the door for you and do basic stuff, but nothing crazy. Now, though? She sped up so you never had to touch a door handle, helped you in and out of the car even when your belly wasn’t big yet, and got you your cravings on a whim. 

Shauna remembered your pregnancy cravings and actually made a little list to get it perfect:

“Hey, what?” she leaned over in bed whenever you winced. “You want me to go get you strawberries?”

She knew that you liked them a specific way, so she had written down the exact way to prepare them.

“Mix the peanuts into the fudge…” she read to herself as she prepared the snack.

Shauna got you food even when it wasn’t a craving, because why wouldn’t she? You were carrying her child… All you had to say was that you felt a little hungry, and she was tugging on her sweatpants and slipping her shoes on to go get you food from your favorite place. 

Shauna massaged you whenever you had a slight ache, which was all the time. She knew not to be too rough, and she knew that it wasn’t comfortable for you to lie on your stomach like you normally did, so she’d position herself in whatever way worked best to massage out your knots and cramps. 

Shauna read books to prepare for parenthood all the time. Sometimes, Shauna wouldn’t even notice you in the doorway because she was so focused on reading. She ordered a stack of books and checked some out from the library the second she knew she was going to be a parent, and she’d been studying them ever since. She didn’t like to make a big deal out of it or show nerves (she didn’t want to make you more nervous), so the only real indication was a crease on her forehead when she read about the birthing process.

Shauna had the hospital bag packed months before your due date, just in case. You never knew her to be so prepared, but she wanted you to be comfortable in the hospital once the time came.

Shauna talked to your stomach all the time and read to the baby. She’d sit down, eye level with your belly, and talk about her day to you both or read the local paper that had just been delivered. Anything to feel the kicks that your baby sometimes did when they heard Shauna’s voice.

Shauna literally worships your body now. I mean, she was all over you before, but now? You were like a goddess to her. She’d place kisses all over your stomach like you were some kind of miracle before she went down on you. She loved how much bigger your boobs had gotten, taking her time with them (especially because they were extra sensitive recently).

You hadn’t been trying for a baby, but you couldn’t be happier that you got pregnant. Shauna took care of you entirely, and you knew that she’d do the same for your child.

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Hiii there, ☀️ here!

I hope you are doing amazing!<3

May I ask u to write some Top Lottie x chosen one non-believer reader (kinda like she was w Nat in s2)??? 😁😁 Lottie trying to explain to R why she has to fuck her to make the Wilderness happy? Thank youuu :)))

Hiii, ☀️ I hope you’re doing super good as well!

YES I CAN! I love these types of fics sm with Lottie. I’m a bottom Lottie truther, but the Wilderness literally told her to top you, so I’m just the messenger…

What It Wants

Word count: 1.7k

Contains: Lottie eating out reader, r has a vagina, menstruating is hinted at (past)

MDNI

Winter was coming. 

Everyone was down about another cold season, stuck in the wilderness.

Everyone except for Lottie.

She wasn't feeling like everyone else, because she was a little distracted. She hadn't been having as many visions. She didn't feel important...

But then she noticed how the Wilderness reacted to you. When you had an idea, it worked out. When you helped Gen hunt, you always came back with something.

Everyone thought that you were a good luck charm, but Lottie was thinking much more intensely. 

She thought of you more like a vessel for the Wilderness-- something she used to crave to be. But you? That was even more perfect.

You talked to her, and Lottie felt the wind rush through her hair. You complimented her, and she felt properly fulfilled. To anyone else, it might've just looked like Lottie had a crush on you. She argued that it was much more.

She invited you to her hut, which was something that not many got to see. Taissa had built the village up from the ground, but Lottie's center hut was off limits. 

You knew something was off the second you stepped in, though. Lottie's arm shot out to grab you, holding you tightly. 

“Lot, what’re you—“ 

“Shh,” her eyes fluttered shut, looking up at the roof of her hut as she breathed air in and out of her nose in deep breaths. “It’s hungry.” 

“No,” you yanked your arm from her grip, startling her a bit, but not enough for her to lose concentration. “Enough of this weird bullshit.” 

“We need to keep It happy, don’t you see?” She stood, her tall frame towering over you in a frightening way that you didn’t care to admit how much you liked. “Something good always comes after a sacrifice.” 

“They’re coincidences,” you reasoned, though you knew she wouldn’t readily hear you out. 

“Coincidences,” she repeated softly, a disbelieving sigh left her lips at a nearly inaudible volume. “This isn’t a coincidence. Don’t you see where you are?” 

You hadn’t even realized it, but in backing away from Lottie, you actually ended up further from the door. You were bordering her mess of a makeshift bed. How could that have happened? Was your subconscious playing tricks on you and leading you to your true desire, or was something else really going on out here? You felt some kind of power the moment you stepped through Lottie’s circular window at the front of her hut, but you didn’t want to feel it. 

“I can sense it running through you,” Lottie continued, placing a hand on your arm. “Give into It. It wants.” 

“There’s no ‘It’,” you said, uncertainty creeping into your tone. 

“You’re not so sure now,” she said, her eyes sparkling now in the way that always made your blood run cold and your heart soar unexpectedly. 

You were cornered, but it didn’t even cross your mind to run. You didn’t think Lottie would actually chase you, but you felt weirdly entranced. One more step back had you falling into her mound of blankets. You noticed a few articles of your clothing littering the floor of her hut, making an almost bird's nest-type bed. 

Lottie followed you down, dropping to her knees, her eyes never leaving yours. It was a long way down for her, almost six feet since she stood so tall, but she didn’t wince when her knees hit the rough dirt flooring. 

She moved toward you quickly, entering the makeshift bed, looming above you. 

“Do you feel it now?” she asked, almost hopeful in a desperate way. “Tell me you feel it running through you.” 

You swallowed. You felt something, but you also knew that this wasn’t real. Lottie was sick. But maybe this would help her for a little while? And you could get some karma from whatever Wilderness spirits Lottie talked about. Even if you didn’t believe, you did need all the luck in the world if you ever wanted to find a way to get rescued. 

“I feel… something,” you decided on. 

“It,” Lottie corrected, her breath hitching as she leaned lower to smell your scent, nose in your hair. “I feel it running through you. You’re It’s favorite.” 

That was new. You couldn’t but be a little flattered, disbelief aside. 

"You shouldn't be surprised," Lottie said before you could really react. "It always blesses us with what we need at your command." 

"And now It wants...?" 

"You," she replied immediately. "It wants me to make you feel good. To taste you, I..."

Lottie looked desperate and a little crazed, already slipping the straps of her dress down her chest, shedding her first layer. It had just started to get cold, so layering was becoming necessary. Lottie always wore a dress over everything--sometimes the dress that was once Laura Lee's, other times the maroon flowery dress that she had once planned to wear to the dinner after they won Nationals. 

But they never got to go to Nationals, so now it was just another piece of clothing to attempt to look less drab. 

The straps fell to reveal her grey sweatshirt underneath, but that was soon yanked over her head too, long and dark strands cascading over her shoulders. 

She sank down, kissing your clothed shoulder, up to your neck, and finally, your lips. 

You pulled away at first, surprised by the contact, "Wait, Lot."

"It wants," she repeated, tugging your lip into her mouth. "Tell me you feel it like I do. I know you do." 

You felt it in your stomach, you felt the pulsing between your legs. 

"I feel it," you said, infinitely more sure.

You leaned forward to find her lips, and Lottie eagerly met you once again. Now, you were properly kissing. Both of you feeling it and encompassed by the sensation of lips moving languidly together. 

Lottie was almost growling, nuzzling into your neck and licking long stripes up your neck just to taste your skin. She was feral, finally getting the opportunity to release her inhibitions in the name of the Wilderness and for the good of the group. 

It was selfless in her mind, but completely selfish in nature. She hungered for you for so long, and now that she finally had you under her, she couldn't slow down her pace. 

She tugged at your sweatshirt, unzipping it with fever, just to see more of you. To her, every new inch of you revealed was a holy revelation. 

You sat up to help her take off your sweatshirt and tank top, leaving your chest bare. You all had stopped wearing bras at different points after the crash, but they were rarely worn now. 

You had stopped shaving, too, along with everybody else. 

Before your mind could catch up, her lips were sealed around your hard nipple, swirling her tongue around the peak. She lavished them with licks, bringing her hand up to pinch and toy with your other, neglected breast. 

"Please," Lottie came up for hair, collapsing onto your shoulder, breathless, leaving open-mouthed kisses there. "It needs me to please you. Let me taste." 

"Lot," you held her head, trying to see in her eyes if this was really what she was being told to do, or if it was just long overdue between the two of you. "Taste me." 

She kissed down your neck, past your breasts, down your stomach, peppering kisses right above your waistband. 

You weren't wearing anything special, just some old, worn jeans and your still stained underwear from your last period before you stopped menstruating. 

It was like Lottie could smell the blood still, her nose perking up as she ripped your pants and underwear down in one swoop, burying her face into your bush as she scooted down to accommodate the new angle. 

She licked a long stripe up your slickness, lapping at whatever liquids your body offered her. Everything that dripped out of you and coated her tongue was a blessing. 

She drank it all down, her throat bobbing as she sucked and licked at your pussy. 

"Lot, holy shit," you grabbed at her hair, arching into her as her lips sealed around your clit, sucking harder, her teeth coming out to aid in sending sparks of pleasure up your abdomen and right back down to your core. 

It had been a long time since you felt pleasure like this. Actually, scratch that. You had never felt pleasure like this. You felt like a Goddess with Lottie worshipping your body and cunt. 

You were used to inexperienced touches and a lack of passion when it came to guys going down on you. It was a whole new experience with a girl, let alone Lottie. Lottie was clearly on a mission, the way she was fucking you so thoroughly.

It was better than you could've dreamed of. You had dreamt of it.

"I think, I... It feels..." You tried, but she didn't let up. Her fingers came to help with your clit, focusing now on flicking her tongue at your opening and entering it inside of you.

When her tongue penetrated you and her fingers pinched at your clit, you lost it. 

You came with a cry; one hand grabbing at her hair and the other fisting whatever piece of clothing you could find on her "bed". 

Lottie moaned loudly, sucking noises could now be audibly heard as she sucked up your cum, whining into your entrance. 

You had to move back a bit and tug her hair to get her to slow down. It was overstimulating in the best way, but you had a feeling that Lottie would never stop fucking you if you let her keep going. 

When she came up for air, her lips and chin were soaked with cum, but that just wouldn't do. She scooped whatever remained back into her mouth and licked all around her mouth, humming. 

She seemed drunk now, as if she'd gotten into the berry wine. 

"It's pleased," she spoke, swallowing thickly, eyes fluttering shut again. "The Wilderness is pleased." 

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Hey! I absolutely love your writing and all of your stories and fics, you’re an amazing writer. I was just wondering if you could write a devoted follower Van x antler queen reader (since there isn’t a lot of Van x reader stuff here)? It can be fluff, smut, angst, anything you want really. Thank you!

Hi!! Thank you so much :D I'm so happy that you enjoy my writing <3 OF COURSE! There's a real lack of Van fics here, and it's a shame.

My Queen

Word count: 1.1k

Van x reader || cw for suggestiveness

You knew that Van was the storyteller-- the light of the group. The one who gave them hope and warmed their chilly nights with stories from home and nostalgia. 

They all looked to Van when they needed to be uplifted, and she was always prepared with a fictionalized tale of their current predicaments just to make everyone smile. 

It was good that they smiled because of her, because they rarely smiled with you. They used to, maybe, but not now. Not now that you were the Antler Queen. 

With Lottie, people followed her because of her visions and prophecies. She even had you fooled for a bit, honestly. It seemed convincing, and you all were just so lost. 

With Natalie, it was more about reverence. Everyone bowed before her, everyone looked to her, and everyone treated her like the queen. Because, well, she was. 

And now, it was you. You tried not to let it affect your relationship with Van-- you tried really hard. You remembered numerous conversations that you had with her, detailing how you would be a better leader.  Natalie was too soft, Lottie was too divisive. You would be perfect. 

But of course, nothing goes according to plan. 

Your plan that somehow involved everyone getting along. The one that didn't factor in Shauna and Mari fighting, or Akilah's animals not producing enough food.

It was more work than you had anticipated, but it didn't seem like Van was as shocked. 

“They don’t want to be led,” she’d argued one night. “This place… it doesn’t want to be controlled.” 

“You don’t think I'm fit to lead?” You had replied, mostly joking, but a little wounded below the surface. 

“You know that’s not it. You’re good at bossing people around-- I’d know.” 

You had both laughed it off, forgetting about it for the most part, but it lingered in the back of your mind. 

It lingered for a while, honestly. Longer than you wanted to admit.

You needed your girlfriend’s support over everyone’s, and you knew that technically, you had it, but was it unconditional? 

As the Antler Queen, you could have your own hut, but you, of course, had Van staying with you. It was a decision that you hadn’t even thought about. Van would appreciate that, right? She would see that you’re the same as you always were? 

It weighed on you more and more. 

Had you changed as a leader like Natalie had? Were you more jaded now? Had you split the group with any rules like Lottie had with her rituals and meetings?

Van still slept with you and held you every night. You two had sex regularly, like you normally did before you were crowned queen. The sex was better now, if anything, because it could be muffled by the blankets-- the thicker ones decidedly given to the current leader.

But you had to know for sure. 

Maybe you’d been moody that day, maybe Van was just too intuitive, but she sat down beside you on the makeshift bed, her brow furrowed. 

“Something wrong?” 

She said it like she already knew, and maybe she did. 

“You think I’m fit to lead, right?” you blurted out. You hadn’t meant to ask so outright, but it just came pouring out. 

She blinked, not quite caught off guard since she was used to you, but no witty answer came from her like it usually did. 

“Of course, I do,” she reassured. “I think you’re the one most fit to lead.” 

“But you still agree with what you said the other day?”

She cocked her head, not remembering, so you continued: “About the wilderness not wanting to be governed. About no leader being enough.” 

“Oh,” she bit her lip contemplatively, nodding slowly. “That.” 

"Yeah. That."

She took a moment before speaking again: “I don’t think anyone can predict what’s going to happen or know what to do next. I just meant… I didn’t want you to feel responsible. Responsible to do something like Nat did, or hand out punishments if Shauna and Mari go at it again.” 

“I understand,” you nodded, because you did understand. “But if you had to pick someone…” 

“You,” she said, placing a hand over yours. “You’re smart, capable, diplomatic… You know I have all the faith in the world in you.”

“You do?” you asked, your heart thudding a bit by the simple reassurance.

“Did Shauna say something again?” she asked, a bit more defensive. "To make you doubt yourself?"

In the past, Shauna might’ve made a snide remark or two about your leadership. You knew that she wanted the power and the glory, but you wouldn’t let her envy get to you. 

“No,” you replied, shaking your head. “It’s not that. I just want to know that you’re with me.”

“Of course I am,” she placed a kiss on your forehead, her lips lingering. “I’m with you. I’m, like, the vice president.” 

“Oh?” you chuckled. 

“Or a partner-- I mean, in crime.”

“Crime?”

“Well,” she tsk-ed, wording it wrong. “I dunno. Like The X-Files. Scully’s the real star, I’ll just be Mulder.”

“You don’t even like Mulder,” you rolled your eyes, having to hear Van’s X-Files theories again and again.

She missed watching the real show-- she wondered if Mulder and Scully had gotten together yet in the time they'd been out here, away from civilization.

“That’s not true!” she laughed, nudging you. “I just think Scully’s too good for him.”

“So you think I’m too good for you?” you replied, cheekily. 

“I think you’re the Queen,” she said, kissing your hand with reverence, then up your arm. “And I’m your right-hand man at your service.” 

You hummed as Van kissed up to your shoulder, then to your bare neck. You craned your neck up to give her more room to leave gentle, open-mouthed kisses. Her breath tickled a bit, her slow exhales forever comforting your racing mind. 

At your silence, she nipped the spot she’d been kissing, leaving a little slitted mark with her front teeth, “Don’t you have any orders for me?” 

When she sat back, she was smiling. Van was always smiling, even when times got tough. Even when you had a lot on your plate, or people around camp were down, because that’s what she did. 

You also knew the ways she liked to touch you and the ways she felt the most useful. So sure, you’d indulge her. Because at the end of the day, it was mainly about you anyway– she made sure of that. 

“Lie back,” you said, finally, giving her room to move comfortably on the makeshift bed. 

She was already wetting her lips, waiting for the moment your body would be hovering over her mouth, “Yes, my Queen.” 

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some Mari fluff? her being your best friend (who’s in love with you) comforting you after a breakup? 🙂‍↕️ i love your stuff

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Thank you!!! LOVE THIS IDEA what's gayer than some friends to lovers realness

Bsf!Mari, gender neutral terms for readers ex, fluff & comfort

When you told Mari the news, she jumped in her car and practically raced to your house. Your relationship had just crumbled and you didn’t know who else to call. You couldn’t imagine anyone else comforting you like Mari could. You just didn't want to see anyone else except for your best friend.

You knew she’d be right over, too, considering she was always there for you when you needed her. You didn’t exactly know how she’d handle the news since she was never a fan of your partner anyway, but you had faith in her ability to make a bad situation survivable.

"I just can't believe it's over," you cried into her shoulder.

You and your partner had been on and off, but this time it was actually done. You could excuse a lot of behavior, but them talking to another girl on the side was not one of them.

Mari warned you that they seemed the type a while ago, but your best friend held her tongue on the ‘I told you so’s’ for now.

"They're a dick," Mari said, rubbing your shoulder as she pouted too.

Honestly, she seemed more offended by the emotional cheating than you did. When you first told her how it all happened, you basically had to hold her back. You'd never seen your best friend actually get physical and hurt someone else, but you didn't doubt that she was capable. Especially when it came to you.

"You don't think it was my fault, do you?" you asked, sitting up a bit. "I mean, I'd been working a little harder lately, and... oh God, it was probably when I started hanging out with Jackie more. I wasn't being--"

"Hey, stop," Mari squeezed your shoulder. "No way you're blaming yourself right now for them being an idiot. You're the best person I know, seriously. It wasn't some dumb hangout or a neglect thing. Not that that's an excuse anyway."

"Are you sure?"

"Think about it," she smiled, rolling her eyes. "If I started exclusively hanging out with someone new and I was busy all the time, wouldn't you talk to me about it?"

"Well yeah, but--"

"Or would you just say ‘fuck you!’ and get a new best friend?"

Now it was your turn to roll your eyes. "You're ridiculous. I'd talk to you, duh.”

"So there you have it," she gave your thigh a loving smack. "Emotional maturity in a nutshell, which they clearly did not have. So, it's no great loss."

"You make it sound so simple," you said, secretly so grateful for Mari's attitude. She could be cut and dry when it mattered, which differed from your emotional approaches.

"Because it is simple," she stood, pulling you up and into a tight hug. "You're... you deserve someone better. Someone who knows how to handle rough patches. Someone to be there for you, always."

"It just seems so impossible," you groaned. "You know I'm picky, Mar. The only one who really gets me is..."

You both fell silent, knowing the answer. Of course, Mari was the one who always understood you. She was the one who always defended you and took your side in every argument. She was the one who made you laugh when you were sad and dragged you out of the house when you were mopey.

She remembered your mom's birthday and your favorite movie... You always thought it was just best friend stuff. It was too much to unpack now, especially since your emotions were so raw, but in the future?

You didn't say anything, but you saw a glimmer of hope in her dark, brown eyes. You noticed her shiny hair and her full lips, her throat bobbed as you took her in, in full.

Maybe it was your time to do stuff for her, just like she did for you. Something to make you feel better, while also testing out something a little new.

"Hey," you smiled, genuinely for the first time all day. It felt like a fog had lifted. "Let's get slushies."

"You mean it?" she asked, gripping your hand. "But you get brain freezes."

"Worth it," you said. "But we're walking. I need some fresh air, and your driving scares the shit out of me."

"Fine.” The door shut behind you both and the warm, outside air hit your face. "You'll learn to love my driving one day. It's efficient."

"It's reckless," you took her hand, swinging it, entwined with yours. It was days like this that felt limitless, especially with your best friend here. "You speed. My mom would kill me if she knew how you drove. And that I ever willingly got in your car at all."

"Yeah, well, your mom wouldn't be in my passenger seat," she said. "I don't just drive anyone around."

"I'm special," you said. A statement, because you knew it was true.

"There's that emotional intelligence we love," Mari broke your hands apart to wrap an arm around your shoulder.

You relaxed into her touch as you both continued walking down the road. You realized that everything would be okay because you had your best friend.