#polyjackets x reader

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Hello! I love your fics I was wondering if we could get polyjackets possibly being perverts towards the antler queen reader? Each one of them want to be near her if they can't be with her just yet like Travis can

Polyjackets x AntlerQueen!Fem!Reader: Perverted

Summary: The Yellowjackets *need* to be with you, but can’t like you are with Travis. So, they find other ways to be close to you.

Warnings: 18+, smut, perverted actions

Note: This is my FAVORITE request so far 😭❤️ thank you so much anon for sending me this one! Plsss send more Polyjackets reqs - I’m obsessed! Also anon who sent this, pls be a regular 👏🏻 I need your ideas in my life. That invitation is open to everyone btw! You can be a personal anon with whatever emoji you choose (that way I can get to know you guys but still remain anonymous 😊)

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The girls are feral for you. That’s not even an argument. They see you with Travis and their jealousy flares hot in their stomachs. They would give anything to be in Travis’s place, to be able to touch you, to love you, to sleep next to you, to wake up to your shining smile. And they can’t help but feel betrayed by the universe or god or whatever for giving that glorious prize to Travis.

They know that he’ll always be your number one. The way you feel about Travis is akin to a love that only one in a million gets. They see how you smile at him, how your hands softly grasp his shoulders and squeeze his bicep in passing, how you nuzzle your nose against his before every hunt to wish good luck, how you always pull him along to the lake in the summer to bathe together. You may feel love for them, but it’s not the same love that you give to Travis.

They all try in their own ways to feel some of that love, sometimes making some… questionable decisions. Their crushes are so intense that they feel entranced by you, like if they don’t make impulsive decisions to be closer to you, they’ll turn to dust at your feet. Maybe Lottie was right all along, and you are a goddess sent here to earth to be worshipped by them all.

Pervert!Nat that steals glances at you every time you’re bathing. She knows your schedule well enough that when you head out to the lake during the summer or when you bathe in the metal tub in the winter, she’s conveniently doing chores around the area. Her eyes are glued to your body in the water, the way it clings to your naked skin. She practically drools when she sees you completely naked, mentally cursing that Travis gets to see you like this anytime he wants. When you go to the lake just to wash off some dirt from your face or check the fishing traps, she stares at how the water makes your shirt soak against your breasts or your shorts press against your ass. It’s somehow even more perverted of her to stare at you like that! With how the water is clinging to you through your clothes, it’s like a universal sign telling you that you should be naked.

Pervert!Shauna that can’t help but steal your underwear or bra when you aren’t noticing. She hides them away in her little room in the attic of the cabin, and when she’s alone at night and missing you, she takes them out and presses them to her nose, inhaling your scent. The next morning, she’s filled with guilt and shame, unable to even look at you. She makes sure to return your clothes as soon as she can, but a couple nights later, she’s craving your smell again, and steals them right back after laundry.

Pervert!Jackie who takes it even a step farther than Shauna, and steals the really nice pair of underwear you have. It’s black lace, and she knows you wear it specifically for Travis. Always takes laundry duty so she can sneak that pair away in the pocket of her pants and during a pent-up night of unsatisfying masturbating to the thought of you, she puts your panties on and pressed her fingers onto her clit over the lace. Her eyes roll back immediately, and she cums to the knowledge that you and her have both finished in this pair. She will take this to her grave. Not even Shauna knows about this dirty secret. This was supposed to be a one night only ordeal and then Jackie would wash them again and give them back, lying that they must’ve gotten lost. But more often than not, you’re looking for that pair, and more often than not, Jackie lies to your face with them tucked in her back pocket.

Pervert!Lottie that can’t help but listen every time you and Travis have sex. Your moans are like music to her, like the voice of the Wilderness is speaking through your pleasure. She’s grown so used to listening to you that she can tell when you’re getting close. She tries to keep her restraint by never actually looking. She tells herself that *that* would be crossing a line. But one night, she accidentally (was it really accidental?) peeks into your hut and sees Travis feasting between your legs, your moans melting together. She almost drools when she sees your back arch, your breasts on full display. Her hand was quick to travel down into her pants. After that, she promised she would never peek again, but the want and pure need has been eating at her recently, and she doesn’t think she can hold on much longer to her morals.

Pervert!Taissa and Pervert!Van are a pair. They constantly try to put themselves on display for you, so you’ll catch them in the act. They do it purposefully, making plans to have loud, intense sex right next to where your chores are for the day. They don’t even start until they see you. Once you’re in their sight, they’re tearing each others’ clothes off, and moaning overly loudly to get your attention. There's no escape from the scene, really. You’ve tried to give them privacy, but they’re constantly near you. You’ve seen them both on top of each other more times than you can count. You’ve even heard both of them moan your name when they reach their highs.

Pervert!Misty tries to be the most secretive, but ends up being the most obvious. The other girls make fun of her for it, but Misty knows that they’re just as bad, if not worse. Misty loves the sound of your voice, and will do whatever it takes to get your praise and adoration. Constantly takes on more chores and helps with everything she can to receive your smile and words of affirmation. She mentally locks those words up in her mind and uses them during the late nights.

Pervert!Polyjackets that kiss each other and pretend they’re kissing you.

Pervert!Polyjackets that gossip about what sex with you must be like. They also discuss if they think Travis is any good, which to their disappointment, and according to the sources of your constant moans from your hut at night, is true.

Pervert!Polyjackets that leave their underwear out in places you can see it.

Pervert!Polyjackets that fight over laundry duty so they can smell your clothes.

Pervert!Polyjackets that all masturbate to the thought of you, some of them touching themselves together, talking about their fantasies of you and how you’d be with them.

Pervert!Polyjackets that sleep in your bed when you and Travis are out on a hunting trip.

Pervert!Polyjackets with eyes constantly glued to your every move, getting off to the tiniest of things you do. When you bite your lip when you’re focused, when you yell at someone for messing up an important job, when you use the rifle.

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I know you did cuddly reader x poly jackets but like I need slow forming puppy pile. Like they all sleep on the cabin floor and slowly over time just sleep in a pile to keep warm. That pile slowly turns into a means for everyone to touch/ hold on to reader in their sleep so they know she's safe when they wake up.

~ Puppy Pile: Polyjackets x Fem!Reader Headcanons ~

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Note: ANON THE POWER OF YOUR BRAIN! I LOVE THIS REQUEST! My Polyjackets heart is so happy 🥰🥰🥰 please send in more reqs in the future because this was DELICIOUS

It’s way too cold. The Canadian wilderness is unforgiving during the winter especially, and crashing without proper gear is deadly.

Thankfully the group had made it a top priority to skin their kills and make blankets and wraps to join their few fraying airplane quilts.

But no matter how close you slept to the fire or how many rabbit fur blankets you wrapped around yourself, the cold still crept through with icicle claws.

And it wasn’t something to take lightly. Being too cold at night could lead to sickness which could easily lead to death in a place without doctors or medicine.

The group had to do something. Not everybody could cuddle up next to the fire without pushing someone out of the way and into the cold corner of the cabin. And there already weren’t enough blankets to go around. Rabbits were becoming scarce near the hunting trails, and they’d only caught one bear that they’d been able to skin.

Nobody ever decided to climb into a big pile all at once out loud. It just happened one very frigid night.

You attempted to sleep, huddled in your rabbit blanket with Taissa and Van. The three of you had won the card draw for the day that decided who would get the coveted blanket for the night.

The three of you were practically on top of each other. Van spooned Taissa, her leg laying atop hers, while Taissa wrapped her entire body around yours, arms tightening on your back, head laying on your shoulder.

Nat had been watching, shivering behind the three of you. Jealousy gnawed at her grumbling stomach. It wasn’t just a draw for the blanket, although nobody wanted to admit it. It was a draw for *you*. Who got to spend the night cuddled around your warmth, smiling into your skin, keeping you safe. And Nat *really* wanted to win it. And she swears that Van’s messing with the cards. It’s the third time *this week* that she’s gotten to sleep beside you in that damn blanket!

So Nat, emboldened and freezing, picks up her frayed airplane blanket that’s barely even capable of holding warmth and shuffles over.

There’s an empty space on your right side, your left being taken over by Tai and Van, so she lays down silently, shoulders touching, and cuddles into your side.

Your eyes creak open, and you’re met with her proud grin. “What are you doing?” You whisper, scared to wake Taissa and Van and have a fight break out over rules being broken.

“I’m cold,” is all she said with a shrug. “The draw is for the blanket. I’m not under the blanket.”

She was proud of herself with that loophole and of course, there were listening ears all around the cabin that mentally nodded in agreement.

Misty was the next one to amble over, laying horizontally at your feet. The orange glow of the fire crackled over her frizzy hair. Fluffing her pillow, she turned and fell asleep without another word.

Then came Mari, who pouted at the fact that both of your sides were taken up by shit-eating grinning teammates.

Jackie was right behind Mari, but she wasn’t going to settle for any spot on the end. No. She gently snuck in between entwined legs and layered blankets to tuck herself into the tiniest of tiny spaces between Nat’s and your legs. She ended up kicking Misty out of the way of her own legs, and like a scolded puppy, Misty glowered and shifted down. Nat scowled at Jackie, who had to look up to meet Nat’s glare. “What? There was space,” Jackie shrugged and turned over to hug your blanketed legs to her chest. Nat rolled her eyes, but continued to press her cold nose into your right shoulder.

Then Shauna, who had felt Jackie move beside her and went to investigate, laid her pillow down at the head of the pile. She made sure to position herself so she could run her fingers through your hair.

If you so much as moved a centimeter, your head would either knock into hers, Nat’s, or Tai’s. You were surprised you didn’t feel tied down or held hostage with the way your legs and arms were all being grasped by your teammates, but there was suddenly warmth where there wasn’t, and your eyes could finally start to close.

Taissa had almost completely fallen asleep on top of you at this point, half of her body weighted on your left side. Jackie’s arms were wrapped around your legs, her pillow resting on your hip. Nat’s breath was tickling your neck. Shauna’s fingers were raking through your hair, slowing as she too fell asleep. Misty had even turned over in a drowsy state to lay on top of one of your feet.

It was the first time all winter you’d all slept through the night. Warm and satiated, held close by each other, a silent promise to never let go. And in the morning, when the sun started to rise and everyone usually raced to get up and get warm in the light, everyone stayed bundled up in each other, begging not to move, begging to stay.

This became the norm over time, with others joining in. Suddenly, the card drawing wasn’t for the blanket, but who got to cuddle into your sides at night. Even Travis put in his name in the draw and had won it a couple times. He always slept with you pressed into his chest, arms holding you close to his heart.

The girls kept a scorecard of how many times they’d won. It was Van at first, but after Jackie accused her of cheating, she was disqualified from the drawing for a whole week. And in that one week, Nat and Shauna rose to the top of the rankings, both immensely proud.

It was all an excuse - and a good one at that - to get close to you, to keep you safe and warm and healthy. And nobody complained, maybe except for Jackie when she hadn’t won in over a week, and when they saw you gently close your eyes in uninterrupted sleep, it was all worth it.

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~ Kinktober Day 10: Gangbang - Polyjackets ~

Words: 787

Note: Here's a lil blurb for Day 10! I eventually wanna make a full length fic, but enjoy this short one for now! I'm still learning how to write smut, so pls go easy on me with this one - this is the first time I've written something with multiple 😅

There’s so many hands on you at once that you’re losing track of which pair belongs to who. You’re like a feast, laid out for them to savor. And savor, they do.

Hands grope at your breasts, kneading the supple skin. Fingertips pinch at your pink nipples, puffy and flushed. And they don’t stop there. They drift down your stomach, rubbing and massaging, until they pull your legs apart and multiple hands pet your soaking pussy. You moan at the image of them all frothing at the mouth to touch you anywhere possible.

They’re talking to each other as they explore your body, egging you on.

“God, look at her. She’s gorgeous.”

“Fuck, look at that pussy. So pretty and wet.”

“Have you felt her mouth? It’s almost as good as her cunt.”

“Pinch her nipples… just like that. Listen to her whine. Keep going. I want to see her cum just by playing with her perfect tits.”

At one point, someone pulls you up to lay against their naked chest, nipples pointed as they grind into your back. They wrap their arms around your waist, keeping you still as Lottie, Shauna, and Mari all lean down to lick at your center. Their tongues kitten lick at your clit, taking turns flicking over the sensitive bud. Jackie butts her head in as well, licking stripes up your slit before delving her tongue into your center, wiggling to make you squirm. Nat, who you discovered from her sultry voice whispering dirty words in your ear from behind, holds your thighs open for the girls to use you however they enjoy. And they seem to enjoy teasing you to hell and back.

Shauna’s drooling onto your cunt, and Jackie’s gathering it on her tongue as it slides between your slick folds. Mari and Lottie makeout, your clit caught in the center as their tongues harshly twist and dance. You’re moaning and whimpering, begging for them to let you breathe.

“Aw, she wants a break,” Nat coos, and you hear Shauna and Jackie scoff as they continue to ravage your delicious cunt. “I think you can actually take more. Hmm?” She gives you a dangerous glance and then her fingers tease at your entrance.

Shauna pushes them in, two of them filling you up as her tongue circles around them. Jackie’s leaving open mouthed kisses on your pussy, sucking your lips into her mouth with every kiss. Lottie and Mari finish their makeout and immediately move to lift your legs so Jackie and Shauna can dive even deeper, all teeth and tongue. They open you impossibly wider and Nat takes the opportunity to thrust in another finger.

“Good girl,” she shushes as you groan. “Look at you, full with my fingers and their mouths. You can’t get enough, can you? So greedy.”

Lottie moans, eyes greedily drinking in every thrust from tongue and fingers. Her hands are ghosting over your thighs, nails scratching at the soft skin. Mari’s hands are pushing your tits together, ogling how perfect they look.

“God, Lot, look at her tits,” she groans.

Lottie makes a sound that can only be attributed to a growl and licks her lips before she sucks a hard nipple into her mouth. She twirls it between her lips like a lollipop, unknowingly sucking at the same tempo as Jackie and Shauna between your legs. Nat’s fingers are slowly pushing in and out of you while Jackie kisses your folds and Shauna sucks your clit into her mouth, teasing with her teeth.

It’s all too much. And it’s even more when Mari shoves her fingers in your mouth, making you gag. The girls are everywhere, curious hands on every piece of available skin. Their lips are sucking purple bruises and smearing your wetness across your thighs.

You can’t even warn the girls that you’re about to cum with Mari’s fingers in your mouth and free hand fondling your tits. Your hips spasm and you cry out, grinding on Jackie and Shauna’s tongues. They happily speed up their movements, guiding you through your high with giggles and coos.

When you finally crash, leaning back into Nat’s chest, Lottie pushes your hair out of your face and kisses your cheek sweetly. “We’re not done yet. That was just one. We want as many as you can give us,” she purrs.

“Oh she can give us more,” Nat agrees, groping your tits with her wet fingers. Her thumbs play with your nipples, circling them before pinching and pulling.

You arch your back and Nat chuckles. “She wants more, don’t you baby?”

And you do. You’ll stay as long as they want you there, under their gaze and worshipping hands.

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you cannot tell anyone who said this but on your post from like 27 minutes ago DO THE TRAVIS ONE OR ILL DIE.

I don’t know who sent this since it was anonymous so hopefully this wasn’t a breach of privacy 😭😂 Enjoy!

Travis Martinez x fem!reader / Polyjackets x fem!reader: Voyeurism Headcanons

Summary: The girls all have huge crushes on you, so when they see you head off into the woods with Travis, Jackie convinces them to go and take a look

Warnings: 18+, smut, voyeurism, I say the word 'pussy' a lot and some people hate that - sorry

Note: This is soooo long, omg, I'm so sorry. I went a little overboard with the lore but the smut is still here, don't worry! This officially counts as my longest fic at 3.2K words. I hope you all enjoy!

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Travis takes you all the way out to his little hidden alcove that he’s made for some privacy

He’s spent all of his free time constructing this little hideaway after realizing that you two don’t ever have any time to be alone with each other

It’s a tiny little dome hut against an oak tree, but it’s roomy enough inside to fit the two of you comfortably. It’s also sturdy enough that the harsh weather and rough sex can’t topple it over

One day, after your chores are done and everyone is sitting around the fire for dinner, the sun is still in the sky, and Travis decides that this is the time to show you what he’s built, so he grabs your hand and pulls you away from everyone else without a second word

The girls are all surprised to see Travis practically running into the woods with you, and Jackie immediately knows that something’s up

She gets a little twinkle in her eye that means trouble and convinces the girls to follow them to see what they’re doing

At first, nobody is with Jackie. Even Shauna is shaking her head. Taissa and Van are adamant that it’s in invasion of privacy, while others are concerned about the morality of the situation

Jackie presses that this is just a little fun and uses the ultimate weapon against all of them - their crushes on you

It’s true, almost everyone has a crush on you. They have no idea how it happened, but suddenly they can’t stop thinking about you. They all want you, for you to be theirs, and seeing you with Travis really boils their jealousy even though they know you’re happy with him

“Come on, guys. Maybe this’ll help you get over your feelings. I mean, if you actually *see* them together, then it’ll click that they belong to each other.”

Van was completely unamused. “Wow, Jackie, you want us to be peeping toms *and* depressed that we won’t be liked back!”

“I think you’re just doing this because you have a huge crush too and you wanna see everything you can” Mari chuckled, raising her eyebrows.

Jackie turned red. She guffawed, “absolutely not! I’m just curious is all… it’s like those little slumber party pranks.”

“Right, because at every slumber party, I watch my two friends have sex without them knowing,” Van rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, what sleepovers are you going to?” Taissa scoffed.

“Listen, I just think it would be fun!”

“Invading people’s privacy isn’t fun,” Taissa replied without hesitation.

“Come on, Tai, live a little! We’re out in the middle of nowhere, just waiting to die. Shouldn’t we do something crazy?”

Believe it or not, it wasn’t long before Jackie had captured the hearts of her teammates, mostly by appealing to their insatiable desire for you. They wanted to see you with Travis. What were you like? What did you like? Was Travis any good? Did they have a chance?

Shauna was the first one to join the entourage. Not because she followed Jackie around like a dog, but because it’s clear that out of everyone, she had the biggest crush on you. She’d do anything to even have you look in her direction, much less see you *like that*.

Then came Mari, who shrugged and said, “What’s the harm? It’s just a little fun.”

Lottie and Nat wouldn’t admit that they wanted to go. They just kept saying that they needed to go to make sure nothing got out of hand. So, they joined.

Misty was the last to join, not announcing that she was coming, but rather following behind the rest of the group as they quietly snuck into the woods.

Taissa and Van were left back at camp, where they held looks of disgust on their faces as they sat around the fire.

“I hope they get caught,” Taissa spits.

“For the sake of the two actually fucking, I hope they don’t,” Van nodded.

It didn’t take long for the girls to find the hut, thanks to a hint from Nat, which she immediately regretted giving. She’d seen Travis sneak off after hunting duty, and one day, she got curious, so she followed and was quite surprised and proud to see a whole little home away from home built just for you.

There was a tension in the air that everybody could feel in their bones. They all knew this was wrong. And they knew if they got caught, it was over. But somehow the pure want for you outweighed every other option, including morality.

The crushes had started for each of them at different times, but of course, in the terror and intensity of survival in the Canadian wilderness, everything ramped up. Now, everybody was gossiping about how cute you were, ghosting touches along your hands and shoulders when they walked past, sharing stories about how they would take you out if they were back home.

Taissa and Van were *sure* that they would get you first, using Taissa’s confidence and Van’s amazing ability to make you laugh to ask you to homecoming.

Nat shook her head, saying that she was the closest to you before the crash. The two of you would smoke and drink and listen to music after practice, and Nat may or may not have already slipped you a drunken kiss one night at Lottie’s party.

Jackie and Shauna butted in with the fact that they would treat you the best, which was highly contested by everyone. But Jackie was firm that the two of them would treat you like a princess. Shauna would drive you around anywhere you wanted and be on your doorstep the second something bad happened. Jackie would pamper you after a rough day and take you shopping for anything your heart desired.

Mari thought that she should get to be with you because she’s the most fun. “We would have way more fun together than you losers,” she would jab. “We’d go to the arcade, get slushies, go to amusement parks and the beach!”

“Those are things that everyone can do,” Taissa crossed her arms.

“Yeah, but they’ll be more fun with me.”

Lottie never really joined in the conversation, not wanting to reveal the plan that she’d already had to ask you out at one of her parties. She never wanted anyone to know her next move.

Misty was quiet because she was terrified. Everyone wanted you. How was she going to get you first? She had to make a plan, do some problem-solving, so while everyone else was arguing, Misty’s formulating a fool proof plan to admit her feelings for you. Maybe something romantic like she gives you flowers at your locker. Yes! Your favorites, too!

And Travis? He wasn’t even a part of the conversation yet, but somehow, he was the one to get to you first. You two had been originally paired up for hunting duty before you’d been given the responsibility of leader, and the time you two had spent together was more than enough for Travis to fall head over heels. One day, after a long and exhausting hunt, the two of you had planned to rest on the way back to camp in the plane wreckage and while you laid across Travis’s lap, he blurted out that he liked you. That’s where it all began. Since then, you two have been inseparable.

And the girls were not happy to hear it. They immediately got defensive, trying to tear Travis down, saying he wasn’t good enough for you, which only pushed you farther away from them.

They quickly realized that they had to be okay with your relationship with Travis if they wanted to still be close to you. But their jealousy was a constant weight. Seeing you and Travis kissing, hugging, talking - it was enough to make some of the girls’ blood boil.

And their crushes were ramping up more by the day, especially now that you’re the leader. They see how strong and capable you are, how smart and quick-witted. It only makes them fall harder, and only makes them wish to be in Travis’s place even more.

And it’s not like they hate Travis. If he wasn’t yours, they’d probably pay him no mind, but since he’s received the first place trophy, there’s not exactly warm feelings. They don’t insult him or anything crazy, but they don’t exactly try to include him. Which honestly, Travis doesn’t even notice because he’s such a loner anyways.

And all of this is bubbling up to today, where the girls are eagerly kneeling behind the brush across the path from the hut, only visible to those that are looking for them.

The girls can hear you and Travis talking, speaking softly to one another as you lay against him. They can see just barely into the entrance of the hut, but there’s some holes in between the logs and twigs that weave together to create the walls that they can catch glimpses into. Mostly, they’re relying on voice.

“What do you think they’re talking about?” Misty whispered which immediately garnered a hush from the group.

Before the girls had arrived, you both had been lounging beside each other, shoulders pressed against one another. Your head rested against the cotton fabric of Travis’s shirt, enjoying the sounds of the forest and the gentle breathing of your partner.

Travis had turned to you, licking his lips anxiously. “Um… can I ask you something?”

“You can ask me anything.”

“Do you feel like… we never get time to do this anymore?”

You sighed. “Yeah, I do.” It had been like that for a while, since you took your new position. You’d been so busy that you barely had time to give to Travis. All of the girls were constantly in your space, asking you so many questions, and sometimes you just wanted to scream and run away.

“That’s why I’m so happy we’re here right now,” you smile, nuzzling your nose against his.

“We’ll come here more often right? Spend more time together?”

“Yeah, I’ll make sure of it.”

The girls watch as you cradle his face in your hands, leaning your forehead against his. The touch is so soft, so gentle, and every girl there is wishing they were in Travis’s place.

You’re placing Travis’s hand over your heart and staring deep into his dark chocolate brown eyes as you tell him that your heart belongs to him. You say you’re sorry that you haven’t made time for him, and that no matter what, your love for him hasn’t dwindled. It makes the girls’ hearts drop into their stomachs. You’re choosing Travis. You’re always choosing Travis. And not them.

Jackie releases the breath she’d been holding. Misty shuffles away from the brush, fumbling with her fingers. Lottie looks… distant. Shauna’s about to cry.

“Let’s just… get outta here,” Nat muttered. “This isn’t right anyways.”

“We shouldn’t have come out here,” Misty added.

The air was now uncomfortable, filled with an undefinable sadness. They had already discussed the possibility of this - that you were too taken with Travis to even consider them, but it hadn’t been confirmed. Now, they felt… lost.

“No,” Lottie interrupted, louder than she wanted to be. The girls all stared with wide eyes, Nat making sure that you and Travis didn’t hear her. “She cares about us. I know it. We have a chance.”

Shauna shook her head. “Just let it go, Lottie. She’s Travis’s.”

“No- well, yes, she is, but she’s told me before that she’s fallen in love with multiple people at once. There’s always a chance for us.”

Jackie raised an eyebrow. “She told you that? When?”

“At one of my parties.”

“And you didn’t think to tell us this?!”

“Shh!”

“Jesus, okay, Lottie, are you saying that she’s confirmed that she’s dated multiple people at once before?”

“I never said she’s dated multiple people. I said she’s fallen in love with multiple people.”

“Those are not the same thing-“

“That’s why she said what she said!”

“Guys!”

Everyone turns to Misty whose eyes are trained on the entrance to the hut. They all lean forward, trying to see what she’s looking at. The girls’ eyes pop out of their sockets.

Your top is off… and your bra is off.

Oh my god, they never thought they’d see you like this. You’re only wearing panties and Travis’s mouth is attached to your neck like a damn leech.

“Holy shit,” Nat chuckles with an unbelieving scoff.

“She’s gorgeous” Lottie whispers in awe.

“Tell us something we don’t know,” Mari rolls her eyes.

They can’t look away. It’s like you have a spell casted over them, making them watch every inch of your bare skin with drool-worthy gazes.

Travis’s hands are grasping at your thighs like he’s scared you’ll slip away. His lips are licking, sucking, kissing every inch of your shoulders and chest, paying desperate attention to your breasts.

He kisses your nipple before taking it into his mouth and Jackie gasps.

Travis is holding you against his mouth, hands on the small of your back. He’s still fully clothed, completely lost in the warmth and smell of your skin. He needs his mouth to be everywhere at once. He’s constantly drifting his lips from your neck to your jaw to the swell of your breast to your nipple to your shoulder and over again.

“He’s worshipping her,” Lottie says, obvious.

“Well yeah, she’s… her” Shauna replies, biting her lip as she fails to tear her greedy stare away from your amazing chest. It’s somehow better than Shauna imagined… and shes imagined it a lot. Whenever you’re out by the lake and the water soaks through your top, perfectly showcasing your tits, her mouth waters.

Travis greedily grabs your ass, helping you grind against the bulge in his jeans. Your breathing is becoming heavier, overcome with the need to see him with less clothes.

He’s kissing you roughly, hands happily full. Meanwhile, you’re attempting to tear his clothes off. He whines when you break away from the kiss to pull his shirt off.

Met with the sight of his caramel skin, your lips immediately lean in for a taste. He’s sweat and salt and sugar all in one. He leans his head back as you leave open-mouthed kisses down his sternum.

Nat can’t help the sigh that leaves her when she sees you worshipping him just as much as he worships you. She *needs* that to be her. She needs to feel your soft lips against her chest, needs to know the feeling of being truly taken care of, the feeling of being safe. And she thinks that could definitely be accomplished with your lips on her tits.

You’re reaching down to unzip his jeans, but Travis stops you, shaking his head wearily.

“No, not yet. Please, I want to taste you first. Please, I’ve been waiting for so long.”

The girls have never heard Travis beg before, but with you in front of him, looking like god herself, they completely understand. Your skin looks so smooth, like ceramic, and everytime Travis licks you, he moans at the taste. It’s definitely not helping the girls’ jealousy.

The girls all hold their breath as Travis lays you down on your back underneath him. As he makes his way down your body with teasing touches and butterfly kisses, they know exactly what’s coming, and they all lean forward as far as they can.

Travis’s teeth clamp around the strap of your underwear and he ever so slowly pulls them down your legs. Throwing them off to the side, Jackie has a horrifying thought that she should take them. She shakes her head to wrench the thought free.

He plants your legs over his shoulders, big brown eyes innocently gazing up at you before he licks a stripe up your slit.

You moan, and the girls know that that’s the only sound they ever want to hear again.

You’re laid out as if you know they’re watching, arms above your head, leaving your naked body on full display as Travis eats you like he’s been gifted a feast.

The girls can’t help but imagine themselves in Travis’s place, their tongues making you moan and arch your back. They just know you’d taste so addictive - they wouldn’t be able to get enough. They’d stay down there for hours upon hours pleasing you, and you wouldn’t even have to ask. They’d be asking you!

Travis has his fingers in you now, and you’re writhing against his touch. Your hips are meeting every shallow thrust his fingertips give.

“Oh my god” Jackie breathes deeply, trying to calm herself. You’re really fucking yourself on Travis’s fingers. She can’t help but press her thighs together. There’s a guilty mass in her stomach, but when she looks over and sees the other girls in the same position as her, she throws all reason out the window.

Nat can’t even help it. She tries to hide herself from the other girls, or at least hide the hand that’s in her pants, fingers circling her clit as she watches you pull at Travis’s hair and plead for more.

Shauna’s in the same boat. She doesn’t even have the mental stability to feel bad about it right now. Her brain is mush. All she cares about is your sounds, your body, your pleasure. Her fingers are teasing herself, pretending that this is what she’d be doing to you, making you beg *her* for more.

Travis must have given her mercy because you're moaning even louder now. His tongue traces his name into your pussy, before he presses an open-mouthed kiss that makes you see stars.

“She’s close,” Lottie gasps.

And you are. Travis’s eyes are closed, entirely focused on bringing you to the edge. The sounds he’s making are so loud and so dirty - the wet sounds of sucking and making out with your pussy reaches the girls and pushes Jackie over the edge. She shakes as she hits her high, biting her lip enough to draw blood so as to not alert the others.

Travis presses his tongue flat against your clit and you explode. You pant his name over and over as you see stars, your thighs shaking around his head. His hands grab at the plush skin, leaving bruises as he presses you even further onto his tongue.

The girls finish alongside you, still hidden under the greenery. Nat rides her fingers until she shivers. Shauna digs her free hand into the dirt as her other plays with her clit. The rest get off just from pressing their thighs together and grinding on the seam of their pants.

They’re sweaty and gasping for air, eyes still glued to you as you come down from your high. Even Travis is panting, your juices dripping from his chin.

You whine when he pulls his fingers out, and Shauna lets an overstimulated moan slip.

“Fuck,” you chuckle, catching your breath. “That was good.”

“Yeah?” Travis smirks, crawling up to rest his elbows on the sides of your head.

“Yeah. You did very good.” You smile brightly, nuzzling your nose against his in thanks and pure affection.

“You wanna keep going?” He asks, taking in your fucked out expression.

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down to your lips. “Yeah. I do.”

The girls give each other the first looks since they’d arrived there, and every look said “this is going to be a long night.”

[spookilyspooking]

Polyjackets x Drunk!Horny!Reader

Includes: Nat, Shauna, Jackie, Lottie, Travis

Note: I got drunk at the bar two nights ago, and for some reason, my horny meter was at its peak, so it led me to some inspiration. I think I’m a horny drunk, is the conclusion I’ve come to.

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Nat immediately notices that your eyes are wandering more than normal, seated happily on her face before drifting down her body. You’ve had a lot to drink, and she knows that, but she also knows what happens when you drink. It usually ends with you and her pressed together, hands and lips and tongues indiscernible from each other.

You’re giving her the fuck me eyes as she’s ordering another drink, and decides to ask for the tab instead. She helps you to the car as you stumble out, laughing at something stupid the bartender had said. Your hands are everywhere on her, subconsciously begging for her.

She drives you home, biting her lip as she tries to keep her focus on the road through your constant touching. You’re turned towards her in the passenger seat, smirking as you rub your hands up and down her arm.

“You’re gonna make me crash,” she shakes her head, unable to tear her periphery from you.

“Then you should get us home faster,” you shrug innocently.

She scoffs, but her foot presses harder on the gas. As soon as she gets you in the door, she’s on you, pressing you against the wooden frame. She’s kissing you roughly - she always does when you get like this. She just finds it so damn hot when you’re all over her, a buzzed smile on your face, mind focused on one goal.

She’s in control tonight, her hands roughly grasping at your thighs underneath your skirt. The skirt you wore just for her. She licks her lips as she pulls aside your lace panties, fingertips immediately ghosting over your clit. You gasp and her mouth swarms over yours, breathing in your moans.

She spends the next hour pleasing you with her hands, her mouth, her strap. You love when Nat can just let go and use you, the only time she seems to take the rough dominant role.

And when she’s done, after making you cum at least five times, you pass out, exhausted from the sex *and* the alcohol. She’s the sweetest with the aftercare, though. She cleans you with a soft washcloth, wipes your makeup off, gets you into your softest PJs, and tucks you into bed with her chest against your back.

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Shauna takes a little while to notice the way your gaze has been caught on her. She just looks so good in the dark lights of the party. It’s not until you start getting more touchy that her attention is grabbed. You wrap your arms around her waist, rest your head on her shoulder, plant kisses on her cheek. She’s not exactly used to this kind of attention in public - she doesn’t know if she likes it. There are immediate eyes on the two of you, whispers about what’s going on. Shauna can’t tell if she enjoys people knowing that you’re hers or if she’s too protective to allow their eyes all over you.

Either way, she’s dragging you outside to her car with her arms crossed. “You wanna tell me what’s going on?”

You feel a blush come on your cheeks. You thought she knew what you wanted. Having you say it made it that much more real… and what if she turned you down? Thought you were too clingy?

You anxiously rubbed your hands on your skirt. “Um… I’m just…”

“Drunk?” She finished for you. “You’ve had like seven shots!”

A guilty flush took over your face. “I… I’m sorry. But I’m not just drunk… I mean, I *am* drunk, but I just… wanted to be closer to you. That’s all.”

Shauna’s shame immediately exited her body upon seeing your shameful expression. She didn’t mean to make you feel bad. She just cared about you so much, and the thought of you being so drunk you couldn’t walk or think scared her.

Her arms fell to her sides, her jaw unclenching to take mercy on you. “Closer to me?”

You nodded. The words that you wanted to say were stuck in your throat. You could barely look at Shauna, scared of her reaction.

“Tell me what’s going on,” she ordered, stepping closer to you.

You wrung your fingers. “I’m just… kinda…” you sighed. “Horny.”

She couldn’t help but let out a laugh that sounded a lot like a scoff. You recoiled at the noise.

Noticing your reaction, she took your hand, a shocking action by someone who’s usually so PDA-intolerant. You looked up at her and saw a smile.

“Why didn’t you just say so?”

“But… you… I thought you were mad at me.”

“I was confused,” she defended. “You were getting all touchy. I thought something was wrong - that you were trying to get my attention.”

“I was trying to get your attention, but… I didn’t mean to make you upset.”

“Everything’s okay,” she assured. There was a beat of silence before she caught your gaze. “So… you’re horny? You need help with that?”

She was trying to be smooth, but those words coming from Shauna still caught you off guard. You chuckled, and she pushed you up onto the hood of her car.

“Something funny?” She teased, palms glued to your waist.

You shook your head. “No, just… I’m drunk.”

“You are. But don’t worry, I’ve got you.”

She sank to her knees and ate you out on the front of her car just outside the party. She didn’t care who could possibly see it. You were the one who was so touchy in front of everyone - she could be touchy with you too.

She bit and sucked at the skin of your thighs, leaving hickeys that anyone could easily see under your skirt. Once she’s done, she takes you back into the party for only ten minutes, just so everyone can see how wrecked she made you, and to fully cement the fact that you belonged to her.

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Jackie sees how you’re looking at her. She knows exactly what it means, but she wants to keep you waiting. Letting the anxiousness and neediness build up until it bursts. She sees how you’re watching her move through the crowd, carrying your drinks, swaying to the beat of the song. Her dress is hugging her curves perfectly. Her hair is curled, framing her pushed-up breasts. She took a lot of time getting ready, putting on your favorite perfume and lipstick. Her only intention of the night was to get you drooling over her, and like it always does, it worked.

She knew you were getting tired of waiting. Your leg was shaking and you were downing your drinks faster. Finally, she stopped talking with her friends and came over to her lonely girlfriend.

“How you doing, baby?” She purred, her manicured nails tucking your hair behind your ear.

“I know what you’re doing,” you reply.

She just smiles. “Of course you do. You’re not blind or stupid. You’re my smart girl.”

“Are you at least gonna do something about it?”

She feigned promiscuous surprise, covering her mouth with her hand. “In front of all of these people? You’re kinky.”

“Jackie,” you practically whined. “I’m losing my mind here.”

“Let me go talk to Jared and Ellie first. I haven’t seen them in a while.” And with that, she turned on her heel and went to another group from school, which she *had* seen in biology the other day.

You groaned, knowing that this was just her game. She loved teasing you. She was probably getting off on it right now, not even listening to what either of those idiots were saying.

You had another beer waiting for her, laying on the couch on the corner. You didn’t even notice she was done until she pulled you up off the couch.

“I’m sick of this party,” she sighed eccentrically. “Let’s go do something fun.”

She doesn’t wait for an answer, grasping your hand as she pulls you up the stairs to her bedroom. This was her party, but she was known for disappearing with you a couple times a night.

“Since you’ve been so patient, I figured we could spend some time together” she innocently fluttered her eyelashes.

The next thirty minutes were the opposite of innocent. She made you wait even longer for any relief, riding your thigh to climax before her lips even touched yours. You massaged her tits, circling and pinching her nipple, making her moan loud enough for the people downstairs to hear.

And since you did such a good job, as she said, she’d make sure you were taken care of too. She tied your hands to the bedpost with her new belt and held her vibrator against you for almost ten minutes straight. You came so many times you lost count. She watched the whole time with greedy eyes, almost drooling by the fourth time you came.

When you were finally fucked out, eyes glazed over, she bunched up her dress and sat on your face. Even through the brain fog, it was muscle memory for you of how to please her. She came so quickly, her thighs shaking around your head.

She took it upon herself to make you both look presentable before you went back down to the party. You were a lost cause, too exhausted from Jackie and her liquor. She let you lay in her bed, allowing you to be done with the party for the night. But, as the host, she went back down to send everyone home for the night. She couldn’t help the grin when people gave her a look like they’d heard a little too much.

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Travis knows you’re needy. You always are when you’ve a little bit of liquor. And the way you’re draped around him, like a backpack, tells him that you need a little attention.

“What’re you doing?” He coos, turning his head to look at you.

“Mm, just like being around you, s’all,” you mumbled, cheek pressed against his shoulder blade.

“Mmhmm, and that’s all?” He teased. He was working through his own drink, a little buzzed himself. His hand rested on your thigh, sending jolts of energy through you.

“Well, know you’re teasing,” you bit your lip.

“Yeah? Maybe I am.”

This back and forth didn’t last long, and finished with you ending the night early, piling into your car which Travis drove to your house, and falling into bed with him.

You’d been touchy all the way home, but more so with your mouth. As he drove your car down the highway, your lips kissed and sucked on his neck, sometimes pulling the neck of his shirt to kiss on his collarbone.

He was heavy breathing the whole way, the bulge in his jeans growing by the minute. It didn’t help the way you’d been begging him to let you suck him off the second the car was parked.

He knew that if you parked on the side of the road, you’d never make it home for the night. So, he swallowed his pride. But as soon as he was parked in the driveway, you two were racing to your bedroom.

As soon as the door was closed, you were on your knees, desperate for your mouth anywhere on him. Travis usually was the one with the oral fixation, but when you had any dose of alcohol, those roles switched.

You pulled his jeans and underwear off with ridiculous speed and precision for someone drunk. His hard cock sprung up against his stomach, and you were immediate in taking him into your mouth.

He cried out, one hand fisting the sheets while the other pulled at your hair. He always wanted to be gentle, but tonight didn’t feel like one of those nights. He held your head against him, using it as he pleased to chase his high. It wasn’t long before he was fucking your mouth, the gagging sounds getting both of you off.

He desperately wanted to finish inside of you, so right before he hit his high, he pulled you off of him and manhandled you to sink down on his hips. It was rough and fast, his hands pressing bruises into your skin as moans danced around the walls.

“Doing good, you’re doing so good, angel,” he whispered between moans. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you, bouncing up and down on his dick. He felt like the damn luckiest guy in the world to have you so obsessed with him.

A couple positions later and the both of you were laid out on top of the bedspread, panting and laughing.

“That was crazy,” Travis chuckled, wiping sweat off of his brow.

“I think I’m sober now.” You turned to meet his gaze, and the two of you burst out laughing.

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Lottie doesn’t need to be told twice. She doesn’t even need to be told once. As soon as the alcohol enters your system and the clinginess enters, Lottie’s begging you to let her help you.

You want to fuck? She can't think of a better way to spend her night. She’s taking you somewhere private - sometimes her house is overrun during parties, so she takes you out into the woods around her neighborhood, fingering you against a tree.

She’s constantly praising you, teasing you, egging you on.

“You’re so needy. You’re always like this when you get a little vodka in you, huh? It just makes you wet?”

You can never speak when Lottie’s on you, always just giving frantic nods and whines.

And she wants you to be loud. She wants everyone at this damn party to know what’s going on. If you try to muffle your sounds with your hand, she’s pulling it away with a tsk. “No, no, I want to hear everything.”

Adores being as close as possible to you. The two of you are pressed against each other, completely naked, your breasts pushed together, your legs intertwined, your tongues knotted. Neither of you can help but grind against each other.

Lottie’s constantly talking in your ear, keeping you grounded even though the alcohol is turning your brain to mush.

“Stay up for me… that’s right, you got it, dove. Now rest your hand here, good… now that feels good doesn’t it? I know it does. Now just move a little, nice and slow… yeah? Yeah, there’s the moan I’m looking for. There are those pretty noises.”

Tries to sneak back into the party to get cleaned up, but with the leaves in your hair and the dirt on your clothes, it’s obvious. Touches up your makeup and wipes the mud off your pants.

“Sorry about that… It was fun, though. We’ll have to do it again,” she winks and you swear she’s already planning another party just for this.

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Do you have thoughts on how each Yellowjacket reacts when they get jealous? like imagine someone else on the team flirting with the reader. I was thinking this would be before they make things official so they don’t actually have a right to be jealous but that doesn’t stop the feeling from crawling in

Polyjackets x fem!reader: Jealous

Notes: Really love how this one turned out 🥹 thank you for sending in a req! I hope you like it!

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Nat:

Doesn’t know how to react

You’re not even hers. What right does she have to be jealous that Jackie is all over you?

Even with that logic, she can’t help the anger welling up in her chest, making her clench her fists underneath her leather jacket. Who does Jackie think she is? Just because she’s team captain, she thinks everyone wants to be with her. And she just won’t leave you alone, and Nat knows how awkward you feel when anyone other than her has their hands on you. She expected you to blow her off and walk away, never doing anything you didn’t want to. But you didn’t walk away. You stayed, and there was a hint of a smile on your face as Jackie playfully patted your side.

She stews silently in her jealousy. Her arms permanently cross across her chest, a grimace painted on her lips. Anyone passing her instinctively knows not to talk to her, scared of what she could bite back with. Nat’s usually so calm and collected, but when she sees Jackie’s hands on something that doesn’t belong to her, specifically you, her eyes narrow and she stares bullets into her back.

Right behind that anger starts to come the insecurities. What if she’s not good enough for you? What if you’d never even look at her twice, not the way you look at girls like Jackie? Maybe you think of her the same way everyone else does - some high school junkie dropout that’ll either end up dead or in jail by the time they hit twenty-five.

She’s not a fighter. Not one for conflict. Instead, she runs. She leaves, unable to watch Jackie metaphorically mark her territory all over you anymore.

You’ll have to follow Nat to where she hides all alone. She doesn’t want to see you, ashamed that she’d even be jealous since you’re not hers. Not only that, but her insecurities are eating her alive.

You have to reassure her that Jackie’s just a friend, and she’s known for being touchy. Nat is quick to push herself down, explaining how she could never actually be good enough for you anyway.

You’ll spend the rest of the night telling her otherwise if that’s what you have to do. You want her to know that you wouldn’t want to be with anyone else, and that only Nat could make you happy.

When she finally smiles, meets your eyes, and slowly grasps your hand, you know that she believes you.

Shauna:

There’s only one emotion in her chest: anger. It’s red hot and it’s invading the skin of her face and clenching her hands.

She sees Lottie smiling at you, big and bright. The intrusive thought enters her mind to run over and punch her.

Yeah, sure, you’re not Shauna’s. But, you’re not not Shauna’s either. She thought everyone on the team knew that she liked you, especially Lottie. So, either Lottie’s stupid, or she’s putting her hands on something that doesn’t belong to her. Either way, Shauna’s over it as soon as it begins.

She’s ready to start a fight. A bloody one.

And it gets even worse when she sees you laugh. Her heart drops into her stomach. Did… did you like Lottie? There’s no other reason you’d be laughing like that, absolutely not. This means something, and Shauna’s mind is racing a million miles a minute.

She has to do something. She has to stop this. Her legs are moving before her brain makes the decision.

The closer she gets to Lottie, the angrier she gets. When you and Lottie are within her grasp, she interrupts your conversation with a cold, “What are you two talking about?”

You look up at her, and your skin prickles. Shauna has the tendency to be intense at times, but this is… scary. “Just talking.”

“Talking?” Her eyebrow shot up. “About what?”

“Uh…” You and Lottie shared a look, completely lost at what to do. That only made Shauna angrier.

“Well?”

“It’s not a big deal, Shauna,” Lottie argued.

Shauna scoffed and before you knew what was happening, her hands were pulling you up to your feet and dragging you away from her. With one last growl, Shauna turned to Lottie. “She’s not yours.”

You can’t pick your jaw off the floor for the rest of the night as Shauna holds you close to her without any questions.

Jackie:

She’s not letting this happen. Thai is her party. She’s in charge. And if she doesn’t want Taissa giving you goo-goo eyes, then she’s allowed to.

It doesn’t even cross her mind that you’re not hers. To her, you’re already with her and you just don’t know it. She was getting ready to ask you to Homecoming, and she would not let Taissa ruin that.

If she didn’t care about her reputation, she’d go right over and rip you away from Taissa’s stare, but she’s the captain, and the last thing she wants is drama during practice.

So, she slowly approaches with a smile, playing the sweet friend who wants to be included.

“Hey,” she interrupts, sitting too close to you, shoulders touching. “Can I grab you for something? I’m having a fashion emergency,” she laughs, rolling her eyes as if to say silly me.

Taissa’s brows furrow, scanning Jackie’s outfit. “You look fine to me,” she shrugs.

Jackie has to physically stop herself from bristling. She just shakes her head playfully. “Well, it’s not exactly visible.” Her eyes are trained on you. “But it’s still important. Help me?”

She’s giving you her best puppy eyes, and they always work.

You give Taissa an apologetic smile, and take Jackie’s outstretched hand. She leads you up to her bedroom, and as soon as she shuts the door, she flops onto her bed.

“So… what’s the problem?” You ask.

Jackie sighs, sitting back up on her elbows. Her features have shifted, now full of annoyance. “The problem was Taissa being all over you like that. I mean… hello? Clingy much?”

You’re taken aback at her tone. “What? We were just talking.”

“Oh please, I saw the way she was staring at you.”

“Are… are you jealous?” You chuckle. You’ve never seen Jackie like this before, so desperate for your attention, and full of disdain for the one who just had it.

“No!” She exclaims. “I’m just… looking out for you. Taissa’s not good for you.”

“Oh? And you know what is?”

“Yeah… me”

“I… what?”

“Well, I was going to wait until I ask you to Homecoming, but since Taissa had to ruin it… I’ll say it now. I think you belong with me.”

Taissa:

She knows that she has that look on her face… the one she makes when everyone is being stupid, and she can’t hide her disgust inside anymore. But she can’t help it! The way Shauna is holding onto you is like you’re her personal prisoner. She’s not letting you out of her sight.

Taissa hates the way she’s monopolizing you. Shauna’s always around, scaring away all your other friends with her jagged sneer. Taissa just doesn’t think it’s fair to you! Why should Shauna hold you captive? Are you even okay with that - she can’t imagine you are.

She knows this’ll be a fight, but Taissa’s not scared of Shauna like everyone else is.

Taissa approaches, hands in the pockets of her jacket. Shauna hears her coming and whips her head around. She narrows her eyes, but Taissa doesn’t flinch.

You don’t even notice anyone else is there until Taissa speaks up. “Hey, you okay?”

“Yeah, she is,” Shauna answers for you.

“I wasn’t talking to you,” Taissa coldly replied.

“Back off, Tai,” Shauna warns, standing up to get right in her face.

You jump up, knowing that if a fight broke out, you’d have to try and get in the middle.

Taissa doesn’t back down. “She’s not your property, you know,” she bites. “Why don’t you leave her alone, and let her hang out with people she wants to?”

Shauna screws up her face, fists clenching at her sides.

“Go ahead,” Taissa pushes. “You know how it’ll end.”

And Shauna’s not afraid of anyone… except Taissa. So, she takes a step back, glancing at you before stomping away.

Taissa’s quick to be by your side. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” you shrug. “She’s just… I don’t know. I think she likes me?”

Taissa humorlessly chuckled. “That’s dangerous. Shauna can be… well, you already know.”

“Yeah, it’s a lot.”

“Well, don’t worry. I’ve got your back. If she’s ever getting too obsessive, let me know. I’ll make sure she backs off.”

Taissa gave you a gentle smile, and you knew that you were safe with her.

Van:

Van tries to forget about it, but it eats away at her. She can’t help but stare as Mari lays her head on your lap, looking up at you like you’re the prettiest girl to ever exist - which Van knows because that’s the way she looks at you.

Needs to be in the conversation, even if she’s the third wheel to what looks like a flirt fest featuring Mari. She’s sitting on the floor while the two of you take up the couch.

She’s biting the inside of her cheek, silently screaming whenever Mari speaks.

She tries to make jokes and tell stories to keep your attention on her, sometimes interrupting Mari and getting a glare.

It happens one too many times and Mari exclaims, “Okay, dude, what are you doing?”

Van’s face flushes. “What?”

“You keep interrupting me. And you’re talking like I’m not even in the room.”

“I… It’s not on purpose.”

Van’s usually so confident, but Mari’s embarrassing her, calling her out like that.

“You know what I think?” Mari adds, sitting up.

“I don’t care,” she mumbles, eyes averted from your gaze.

“I think you’re jealous.”

Van’s cheeks turn red. She opens her mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. She resembles a fish out of water.

Mari chuckles. “I’m right! I know I am! You like her, and you’re jealous that I’m here” she pointed to you.

Van can’t avoid your eyes and the way you’re waiting for an answer. “I… fine,” she concedes, hands up.

“So, I’m right?”

“You’re annoying,” she corrects.

Travis:

Of course you’re more interested in Nat than him. He shouldn’t be surprised. He’s not even mad. He knew it was too good to be true.

Travis’s insecurities permanently live behind his eyes, ready to spill out.

His jealousy tends to bleed into his lack of confidence and when some people would get angry, Travis just gets… sad.

He gets those puppy-dog eyes that beg to be loved.

He just stands in the corner, looking everywhere but you.

When Nat finally leaves, he slowly makes his way over, standing awkwardly over you.

“So… you uh… you like Nat?”

Your eyebrows shoot up, and you can’t help but chuckle. “I… no, Nat and I are just friends.”

“Oh.” Travis becomes silent, mind racing with the implications of him asking you that. Will you think he’s jealous of Nat? Will that make you fly into her arms?

“Yeah… why? Did that upset you?”

“No! No, it didn’t upset me. I mean… it’s your life, right?”

You tilt your head, watching as he stares at the ground, hands deep in his jean pockets.

“So, it did upset you.”

He sighed frustratedly, running his hand through his hair. “I just thought you… maybe… felt that way about me. But maybe I was wrong.”

When you say that you do feel that way about him, he shakes his head, too insecure to believe that’s the truth.

Same with Nat, you’ll have to stay by his side and continue to tell him how much he means to you for him to believe it.

But when he finally does, he gives you a strong hug, breathing in your scent, full of contentment that you’re actually his.

Lottie:

Misty needs to back off. It’s getting out of hand. Lottie’s sure you’re only playing along so that Misty can feel included. That’s what she’s telling herself anyway, because there’s no way that you’re interested in Misty and not in Lottie.

She tries to calm herself down, let herself breathe. She reminds herself that it’s okay for her to feel this way, but it's not okay for her to push her ideas of what you should be doing onto you. You’re your own person, and Lottie has no say in any of that.

In fact, that’s what she loves so much about you. Your independence, your sense of self, your pride in always putting your needs first and never taking responsibility for others’ projected ideas.

But she doesn’t know if Misty sees all that. Maybe she just sees a friend. That’s all.

You don’t belong to Lottie. She knows that. But she can’t help but wish, and beg, and even pray, although she never does that, isn’t even sure if she believes in that.

She stews in silence, but her eyes are always watching. Watching to see if your smile widens, if your shoulders loosen, if your eyes dart away. Anything to show her that it’s not what she dreads.

When you finally leave the conversation, Lottie’s running up to you.

“I saw you talking with Misty.” She tries to play coy, but she fears her shaky breath is giving her away. “What were you two talking about?”

You shrug. “Nothing. Just practice stuff.”

“Oh. You know I would’ve thought that you had a crush on her or something, the way you were smiling.”

“You were watching me?”

Her smile drops. She’s been caught red handed. Immediately overwhelmed, she just walks away, mumbling something about “no, no, just noticed is all.”

For the rest of the night she’s beating herself up for saying too much.

Misty:

She’s planning their demise, but only in her head. She knew that she wouldn’t be able to get away with actually poisoning Van for making you laugh so hard. That would just be crazy… right? Right?

But her mind is definitely racing with ideas of how she could make Van look stupid in front of you. Maybe Misty could bring up how Van failed her last science test, or how she missed the last two goals during their game on Saturday. Anything to wipe that smile off of your face as you sat too close to her on the couch.

She’s wringing her hands together, biting her nails, pulling at the loose threads of her sweater… anything to keep her face cool and collected just in case you decide to look over.

She decides that enough is enough, and positions herself directly in the middle of the conversation. She knows she wasn’t invited, but she’s never invited. How else would she get information if she didn’t push her way in?

And she can tell that Van is pissed, hoping to keep you all to herself. Her eye twitches, something so small that nobody would ever notice, but Misty did.

But Van didn’t let that stop her. She kept telling her story, her gaze only on you.

Misty couldn’t let you get entranced by her. She interjected as much as she could, sharing her own anecdotes, factoids, and whatever else she could say to show you that she’s there too.

And it works. You share the attention between her and Van, body moving so that you’re not just facing Van anymore.

When the story’s done, Van is so mad that she just gets up and storms off, leaving a proud Misty alone with you.

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Can you make hcs about who would be the most gentle with you, with the yjs characters?

Polyjackets x fem!reader headcanons: Gentle

Note: This one was so fun for me to write! I hope you enjoy!

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Nat:

Incredibly gentle with you - one of the best if you’re in need of something soft

Will happily wrap you in her arms and lay down with you on the bed or the couch, your head resting on her chest. She wraps a blanket around you, cocooning you as she smothers your forehead with kisses.

Back rubs after a long and stressful day. You come back after a hard day at work or school, exhausted, flopping onto Nat’s bed, and she's cooing at you, telling you to rest your feet and let her take care of you. Rubs up and down your back for hours if you need it. She doesn’t mind. She just wants you to feel comfortable and safe with her.

If you're not feeling good, she helps you eat. Lets you take small bites. Gives praise once after every swallow. Promising you’ll feel good soon once you have something in your stomach.

Rocks you back and forth when you hug her. The soft swaying makes your eyes heavy and you almost fall asleep standing.

Holds your hands as if they’re glass, ghosting her touch over your soft knuckles.

Calls you baby constantly. It never fails to make you blush.

Makes you mixtapes with your favorite songs and labels them ‘for my baby ❤️’

Shauna:

Doesn’t feel like she’s good at gentle, but she’s better at it then she thinks.

Has her own way of being gentle - more specifically with her actions that aren’t as physical

Brings you your favorite foods out of the blue with a shrug

Lets you borrow her clothes so you can smell her when she’s sleeping at her place for the night. She makes sure to bring you the softest ones and sprays her perfume on them for you

Always gifts you blankets or stuffed animals because she wants to you be as cozy as possible when you sleep. May even give you one of her old ones from when she was a kid, promising that they keep the nightmares away

Shares everything with you. Whatever’s hers is also yours. Clothes, perfumes, makeup, soccer cleats, her car, her bed, her food, music: it’s all yours. Don’t even ask, just take it. Shauna loves to see it.

Lets you listen to whatever you want in her car, even if she hates it. Extra points if the music makes you fall asleep during the late night drives and she gets to hold your hand and watch your sleepy face as you dream.

Even when she’s protecting you, her fierceness doesn’t apply to you. She could be screaming at someone, but she’s holding your hand like you’re an antique vase.

Circles her hands on your waist when she stands behind you. She also rests her head on your shoulder. This is when she’s feeling especially touchy

Jackie:

Much like Shauna, everything she owns, is yours. Loves sharing her favorite makeup, hair and bath products, and new clothes with you

She adores to pamper you. Her nails scratch so softly against your scalp when she washes your hair. She moisturizes your skin with her favorite products, and does your skincare every night before you go to bed. With Jackie, you feel like you have your own personal spa worker next to you. And she doesn’t mind a bit. She loves when you’re fully relaxed, deep breaths and unwrinkled brow.

Buys you the silkiest pajamas! After a long day, you’ll shower and she’ll leave them on the counter while she changes the sheet to clean ones just out of the dryer. Once you get into bed, it’s heaven.

Loves touching your skin. It’s so soft - thanks to her and her fancy products. Manicured nails constantly push up your shirt just a little so she can trace shapes on your stomach.

Sleeps on your shoulder, cuddling into you all night. If you dare to move away, she’s pouting and whining.

“It’s too hot, Jackie,” you laugh as you try to create a little space between you two. She shakes her head with a look that says ‘are you crazy?’ She nuzzles even impossibly closer and replies, “well, that’s the price of being my girlfriend. You get a hot girlfriend and you get to be hot.”

Calls you pretty girl all the time. You shake your head and disagree but she doesn’t allow it. It’s like at practice; if you say you can’t do it, you give her pushups. She practically makes you do the same thing when you talk down about yourself.

“No, no, no! Don’t even!” She puts her hand up to stop you. “You’re lucky I don’t make you run laps for saying that to me.”

Gets you ready for date nights by picking out your outfit and doing your makeup. Always makes sure you’re comfortable in your own skin.

Lottie:

So sweet! Her number one priority is to make you feel as loved as she possibly can

Brings you treats, whatever your sweet tooth desires: cakes, cupcakes, muffins, donuts. She beams when you bite in and almost moan at how good it is. Tries to bake for you herself at home, but she’s burned things a little too much

Makes you gifts all the time that she surprises you with when you’re having a hard day. Remember those cards on Pinterest where you write a letter and have the person open them on a specific day in the future? She makes you a ton of those. Also makes you a jar of ‘365 things I love about you’ for you to open once a day for an entire year.

Takes you on little adventures to the beach or to the park to enjoy nature. She puts too much sunscreen on you, scared to death that you’ll burn.

If you do burn, she’s piling on the aloe Vera and cooing when you pout that it’s freezing cold.

Letting you rest your head in her lap. She runs her fingers through your hair, softly speaking words of encouragement and praise.

She looks at you like you hung the moon and stars, like you’re the god she chooses to worship. And she does worship you

Gives you massages anywhere that’s sore.

“You’ve been on your feet all day, dove. Let me take care of you.” Proceeds to rub your feet for the next hour even though you’ve told her a million times that she doesn’t have to. “I want to.” She always smiles back at you.

Calls you dove because you’re so pure to her

Is the most patient with you if you’re having trouble speaking or dealing with problems. Will let you take as long as you need to get out what you need to. Happy to be a listening ear as long as you’re getting your feelings out.

Taissa:

Gentle in the ways that she adores your personality and individuality and will do whatever she has to to protect that

Someone may make fun of you for the way you dress or the hobbies you have and Taissa is *not* okay with that. Goes up to confront them, telling them to back off in more words than necessary

Doesn’t like shopping, but loves to go with you when you’re picking out clothes for yourself. Such a hype girl!

“Damn, I didn’t know you were hiding a body like that!” She laughs when you come out of the dressing room in a skintight dress.

“You’ve seen me naked,” you reason.

She shrugs. “It’s always a fantastic surprise no matter where we are.”

So protective of you around others. Always standing just a little bit in front of you so she can hold an arm out to protect you if something happened

Is the one to hold her arm out over the passenger seat if you’re with her

Gives you her varsity jacket to wear for games if you’re on the sidelines or if you’re playing, you two wear each other’s jackets around school. She beams when she sees you proudly sporting her last name.

If you’re ever injured, she’s the first by your side, holding you up as she inspects the injury. Will take you to the hospital and then home where she’ll stay until you’re 110% better

Fills up your water bottle for you even when she’s so comfy in bed next to you

Lets you pick the movies for movie night if she gets to pick the snacks (you end up getting to pick those too because she can’t say no to you).

Kisses on the cheek when you two see each other during the game. She scores a goal and she runs up to you, picking you up, spinning you, and kissing you on the cheek (she would kiss you on the mouth if Coach didn’t say, “we don’t do that here”. She still does sometimes just to rebel against him because ‘that’s stupid! I love my girlfriend! Guys can kiss their girlfriends!’)

On that note, picks you up all the time. She’s got that athlete strength

Van:

So touchy oh wow

Always has her arm around you either on your waist or over your shoulders

Walks next to you without any room in between. Your arms are practically fused together

Swings your arms back and forth when you hold hands because ‘that’s what the old-timey lesbians do! We have to pay tribute to them!’

Shares her pajamas with you. Loves that her pajama pants are a little big on you and hang low on your hips. She can see the waistband of your underwear sometimes

Also, buys matching pajamas for you two because again, ‘that’s what the gays do’ which you aren’t exactly sure about. But she really likes that reasoning.

Leans her head on your shoulder when you watch movies

Tucks loose strands of hair behind your ear if she notices it (she always does)

Teaches you how to be a goalie and jokingly says you should be backup when she sees how good you are

Never forgets important dates, even though everyone agrees that she would. Has them saved in three different places.

Remembers the smallest things you like so when a birthday or Christmas comes around, you’re seeing things you mentioned months ago!

Boops your nose

Kisses your knuckles like a knight because she loves those fantasy movies and thinks that lesbians should have one

Says “as you wish” because The Princess Bride was the first movie you two watched together and now it’s your coded way of saying “I love you”

Travis:

Such a sweet boy. He’s not a people person, but you’re the only person he really enjoys being around, so you get all of his love

Cradles your face in his hands while his thumbs rub circles on your cheekbones

Leans his forehead against yours when you kiss

Nuzzles his nose into yours as a coded kiss in the early mornings and late nights

Big spoon to your little spoon. Constantly has your back pulled into his chest. It’s the only way he can sleep is with you next to him. Like Jackie, if you try to move, he’s furrowing his brows and pulling you back in.

If your shoe comes untied, he’ll tie it for you

When he hugs you, he rests his head on top of yours. He loves to feel your breath against his neck

When you’re anxious, he’s anxious. So, when you’re calm, he’s calm.

Rubs your back when you lay on his chest

Has to sleep without a shirt because you always steal his to sleep in. He complains about it, but he never means it. You offer to give his shirt back and he’s pedaling back so fast.

The type to spray your perfume on his pillow when you’re not with him so he can sleep

Makes sure you’re eating. Asks if you’ve eaten today and how long it’s been. If it’s been too long, he’s taking you out for fast food (he’s not rich)

Will go anywhere with you. Shopping, to the bank, to the car wash. He loves running errands with you because he just loves spending time with you

You two are that really annoying couple that spends every two seconds together. You’re absolutely inseparable.

Buys you a plushie for every holiday so now you have a little collection in your room and you change out which one stays on your bed so none of them feel left out

Calls you angel

When you need help falling asleep, he’s like your personal ASMRtist 😂 scratching your scalp, whispering sweet words to you, shushing you, tracing over your skin, he’ll even hum for you (and that boy does *not* sing)

Misty:

Super gentle because she doesn’t know how else to be

Awkward with touch but always melts into hugs - the Queen of hugs

Bear hugs, cuddling hugs, tired hugs; she loves them all

Loves to rest her head against your sweatshirt

Doesn’t cuddle with you, but needs to sleep close to you. It’s almost Sheldon Cooper-esque, the way she sleeps beside you. But if you dare to move away, she’ll wake up like when you move with a cat on your lap

Tries not to be too clingy and lets you have your independence, but always wants to be with you

Always offering support. If you need help, she’s giving you twenty different solutions to your problem along with a pros and cons list for each one

If you’re ever sick or injured, she’s your nurse. Making sure you’re taking your meds at the exact time, always keeping the compress cold, tucking you in. And she won’t hear you tell her that she doesn’t have to. Of course she has to! You’re her girlfriend!

Always spends her lunch with you, because even if she’s deathly busy, she wants to hear about your day

Helps you with homework if you need it

If you snore when you sleep and you stop suddenly, Misty sits up and puts her hand under your nose to make sure you’re still breathing

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Polyjackets Masterlist 🦌

The Queen (x OC)

Their Favorite Date (x Fem!Reader)

How They'd Take Care of You After A Bad Day (x Fem!Reader)

Yellowjackets x clingy!reader

Voyeurism (x Fem!Reader / Travis)

Gentle Headcanons (x Fem!Reader)

Perverted (x AntlerQueen!Fem!Reader)

Sick (x AntlerQueen!Fem!Reader)

Polyjackets x Drunk!Horny!Reader (x Fem!Reader)

Not Yours (x AntlerQueen!Fem!Reader)

Jealous (x Fem!Reader)

In the Wild (x Fem!Reader)

Puppy Pile (x Fem!Reader)

The Second Chosen One (x AntlerQueen!Reader)

Yellowjackets Kinks