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liv hewson for the lesbian bar project
something about nat and van both having the hardest home lives and childhood but dying because of their kindness
may I pretty please request taivan art
pre crash taivan
‧₊ ༯ showing up to the genderfuck dyke competition and van palmer is there.
fem!reader , butchfemme dynamic , implied domsub , he/they/she prns for van 👅 , pwp , daddy knk.
van loves feeling like the butchest butch to ever butch. when you feed into it and affirm them they swear they experience actual hard-ons.
“so handsome, baby,” you coo in her ear from behind. “we’re gonna look so good together tonight.” your hands smooth over her shoulders, the wool of her blazer soft on your palms. she smells earthy, a bit smoky with a sweet undertone; that cologne you love.
“fuck, you know you can’t talk to me like that. i get excited.” van mutters with a smirk you catch in the mirror.
he turns to face you, hands finding your waist like second nature. he loves that. the two of you fitting like puzzle pieces, your styles complimenting each other perfectly. when you walk into a room and he gets to trail behind like your accessory, proudly sporting a kiss mark in your signature lip shade — god, it’s too good.
“i’ve been excited looking at you.” you emphasize pulling him in for a kiss. van chases you without question, lips soft and eager against yours. they push your body to theirs, moving against your mouth with the desperation to be closer on their tongue. you pull back and revel in them looking a little dazed, rubbing your thumb over their scar out of habit.
“my boyfriend’s so pretty.”
van snorts, “boyfriend’s a bit elementary for us, you think?”
“excuse me — husband?”
he groans like that word hit his gut, but you know. heat creeps along his neck under his collar in a way that makes him consider checking the reservation time. to drive it home, you look up through your lashes, holding their gaze when you choose to speak.
“wan’ you to put a baby in me.”
van huffs with a laugh at your flirting, only slightly taken aback by your brazenness. you’re very serious. and you can see it getting to him, impure thoughts clouding his mind rather easily.
“down, girl. let me take you out to dinner first?” van quips, smirk loosely returning.
“what a gentleman.” they shiver, your fingers loosely raking through the hair at their nape. “you gonna fuck me in the car on our way home? make me cry on your cock in the bathroom?”
“jesus, babe, you got such a filthy mouth…” their words come out gruff, strained with the bubbling lust your sweet talking has built. hands get rougher, more possessive around your waist. “i fuckin’ love it. shit, i need to cum in you so fucking bad.” she captures you in a searing kiss, so needy and wild it shoves you back onto your vanity’s chair.
practiced, van comfortably slides his hand between your thighs, tutting at you to keep your eyes on him like you’ve been taught. he doesn’t have to ask you to spread for him, he never does. his rings feel cold against your skin, even colder against your folds when your panties get bunched to the side. the moans you let out when he eases in are pornographic. he hisses at how easy your cunt swallows his fingers, always welcoming him home so warmly.
“you get so fuckin’ wet when i start acting like your man. sweet girl…you wanna have my kids, huh? make me a daddy? dumb slut gets this worked up over a suit and tie and wants to be a mama.” they mock you, smiling ear to ear when you whine about it.
you can barely keep your eyes open but you nod fiercely, abandoning sensibility here at her mercy. her fingers work you so expertly that agreeing is all you’ve got. over and over, van’s mind loops husband husband husband, the title churning in her brain and settling there like a high. he looooves that. your husband. your husband whose gonna take such good care of you.
“so good… hnngh—fuck, feels s’good, daddy…”
“how good? how good does daddy make you feel, honey?”
van replies without missing a beat. he beckons his fingers inside you to accentuate the indecent sounds your pussy makes for him. when your answer lags van whistles for your attention, and your eyes shoot open in acknowledgment. it’s too much. you peer down to watch sterling silver pump in and out of you, the sight of cream coating the rings enough to wake you up.
“i lo… i love it. love you. l-love it s’much! need more.. needa cum.” he drinks up the shakiness to your voice.
“oh, how could daddy deny his baby anything? who do you take me for?” they chime with their usual merriment, chuckling a little to themself while fucking you to your peak.
“cum on my fingers so i can treat you to dinner. c’mon, baby.”
— authors note. hello! can van engage in a little forcemasc as a treat. me dropping a random yellowjackets fic when its not even listed in my fandoms #ohokay guys the hyperfixation won! im a yellowjackets writer now! happy pride month shoutout to the gays!!! this is soooo horny and bad sorry but van the perverted nonbinary butch EVER.
can you please do headcanons for g!p vannnn 🙃🙃
the reason — g!p van palmer headcanons
authors note: thank you for the request anon! yellowjackets fandom needs to start writing more for our butch gf van palmer 😫
warnings: NSFW 🔞 mdni
what if in the wilderness the antler queen reader had to do the bombaya with one of the girls to choose who would help her lead the group and she chose one of the girls?
Like: lottie, van, nat?
~ The Second Chosen One: Polyjackets x AntlerQueen!Reader ~
Words: 2057
Note: Anon, this may not be exactly as you imagined, but when I tell you I started writing and my brain just TOOK OFF 😂I hope you enjoy this one, and thank you for sending in a req! I LOVE these AntlerQueen!Reader reqs ya'll! It fits so nicely with my OC headcanon
To the outside world, this would be unconscionable. Disrespectful, manipulative, sacrilegious even.
But in the wilderness, the most sacrilegious things became lifestyle and the unconscionable became hardened reality.
In the outside world, this would never be allowed. Nobody would subscribe to it. There would be pushback, a scandal, lawsuits.
But there’s no laws out there.
Everyone adored you. Nobody would bat an eye at what you asked of them, no matter how insane it may seem.
The girls were practically clawing over each other to become the Antler Queen’s favorite. Always at your side, always at your service.
But the job of the Antler Queen is difficult. More difficult than you imagined when you were chosen by a unanimous vote. You worked day and night to provide for your group, whether it be food provisions, chore duties, plans for winter. Not to mention keeping an amicable relationship among everyone. There wasn’t a day where one girl was at another’s throat, and it was up to you to serve punishments and create compromise.
After a while, it started to weigh on you. The girls noticed it before you did, actually. The way your shoulders sank, your eyelids dared to drop, your constant yawning and stretching sore muscles.
They would take turns coming to you with their concerns, soft whispers of, “have you rested enough today?” “Have you had any water?” “Let me take care of the chores for today,” in your ears.
But you’d wave them away, denying any sense of failure in your body.
You knew you were struggling. But how could you admit that to them? When they counted on you the most for their hope of making it to the next day? If you showed any sense of weakness, you feared it would transfer to the rest of the group.
The girls knew they wouldn’t be able to talk you into resting. You’d take on the whole world if you had to, and you’d let it kill you along the way just to keep everyone safe.
So, they met in secret. Deep in the woods, off the hunting trails, early in the morning before you awoke. But they had to be quick.
Misty was anxiously rubbing her wrists, eyes darting around the trees. “This feels wrong. Like we’re breaking the rules.”
Taissa sighed, arms crossed tightly over her chest. “This is to help her, not hurt her. She needs to take a break. Rest. She can’t do this all on her own.”
Nat nodded in agreement. “She needs a second in command, like an assistant.”
“An assistant?” Jackie raised an eyebrow. “Like someone to answer her phone calls.”
“No, someone to take over her duties when she needs a break,” Van stated. “Someone who can be trusted.”
“And who decides that?” Shauna asked.
Eyes ran up and down every girl in the group, sizing them up, deciding if they’d be fit to be in charge next to you. Because even though they'd technically be under you in rank, their power would match yours. They’d be able to help implement rules, assign chores, make the group how *they* wanted it to be.
Some were ruled out as soon as that knowledge reached everyone. Shauna - too power hungry, would run the place like a dictator. Taissa - has selfish tendencies, could easily treat some better than others and create resentment between teammates. Misty - not strong enough to lead at the front, has great ideas, but is more of a shadow leader. Jackie - too used to being the leader, could easily try to overpower your decisions, could definitely turn it back into Soccer Camp, and this place is the farthest thing from that.
But that left some good candidates - even if the other girls didn’t want to admit it. Nat, Van, and Lottie.
All of them had been integral to your ruling as Queen. Lottie, the one who crowned you, and helped you connect to the wilderness. Nat, the one who helped you make the rules and keep the group together. And Van, the one who made sure you were being taken care of, just like you took care of everyone else.
“So, how do we decide this?” Taissa finally asked after an hour of argument.
Lottie spoke up. “The wilderness has to decide.”
Jackie rolled her eyes. “Jesus, what are we gonna do, ask the trees?”
Nat put her hands up. “We’ll let her decide.” Meaning you. It was only fair that you got to decide who rules beside you.
When they brought the idea to you that very morning, you said you’d think about it (you’d already decided that you wanted a second in command).
The issue was how to decide. There was too much to weigh when it came to who you would choose. Who would be able to wrangle everyone? Who would be able to step in and stop fights? Who would be able to deal with exhaustion and hunger while everyone else sleeps and eats? Who would be able to be fair to everyone, even if someone doesn’t deserve it?
The decision was eating you alive. You’d spent an entire week going back and forth, your brain turning to slush with every new added detail to consider.
In a breaking point moment, you left your hut in the dead of night with your knife by your side. Kneeling before the Wilderness’ altar, you sliced a line up your palm and bled over the red wood, worn over by months of prayers and sacrifice.
“Please, tell me what to do. Tell me who to choose. Who will keep us together?”
And that night, in a dream, the Wilderness answered. A vision of stag antlers growing from one of the girls, her features obscured by the glow of the fire behind her. A flash of eyes. A voice that whispered from the swaying tree branches, “you’ll feel it.”
The next night, after a day of chores, you called each of the three girls into your hut one by one to see if you “feel it.” What *it* is, you have no idea, but you trusted in the Wilderness.
Van came first. You asked how building for the new pen for the animals was coming. She promised you it’d be done a day early. Her determination was strong. You thanked her for her hard work, and in a bold move, Van leaned forward and pressed a rough kiss to your lips. She’s done things like this before - all the girls have really, but you didn’t feel anything different with that kiss.
Then came Lottie. She told you what the Wilderness had told her during the day, describing the images in her visions. She was calm yet passionate in her beliefs, in a way that Laura Lee used to be about God. She kissed you on the lips, soft and sweet, and then pressed butterfly kisses down your neck. She was gentle as she lifted your shirt off of you to attack your chest with kisses. You sighed and let your eyes close in the delicate touches but, you didn’t *feel* anything different with those kisses either.
When Lottie left, you started to think that you’d interpreted what the Wilderness said wrong. Because so far, you’d felt nothing out of the ordinary. The trees hadn’t told you who it wanted to lead alongside you.
Then Nat came in. She sat across from you and gently prodded, “How are you doing? You look tired again. You eat dinner?”
It bloomed in your chest. A burst of admiration for her care. She hadn’t come in to tell you about the group. She’d come in to see you, to ask about you.
“I am tired,” you admitted.
She nodded. “I’m not trying to rush you, but you gotta choose someone to help you. Whoever it is. You just need to rest.”
You chuckled. “Is that you putting your hat in the running?”
Nat screwed up her face, visible disgust in her features. “You think I *want* to do your job?” She shook her head. “I know what you do is impossible. I don’t envy it at all.”
“So, you wouldn’t want the position?”
“I’d want it, but only because it would let you rest. I don’t care about assigning chores and breaking up tantrums. I care about you. Without you… we’re all fucked.”
The wind sung through the walls of the hut, dancing through Nat’s hair. The fire just outside shone around her like a heavenly halo. All at once, it became real. The decision was made. The Wilderness had spoken.
“It’s you,” you blurted out.
Nat’s eyes widened, and you repeated, “it’s you. It… just is.”
“What made you decide? You’ve been freaking out over it for a week now. I mean, why the sudden change?”
Did you tell her? About the dream? Was that something she should know?
The response was just as truthful as telling her about your visions.
“I feel it.”
Nat was speechless. She sat, still as stone across from you, head down as if you were too powerful for her to look in your eyes.
“Nat.”
She obeyed your command, eyes meeting yours.
“You’re okay with that?”
She gave a curt nod. A faithful promise.
“You know I’d do whatever you asked,” she whispered.
You scooted over, your knee knocking into hers. Her shoulders tensed at the touch, but she wouldn’t dare look away from you.
It all made sense, now. And you don’t know if it was the rush of finally making the right decision or the pride of following the Wilderness’ will, but you leaned forward and pressed your lips to hers.
It was gentle, a whisper of skin against skin. And easily, like snake skin, her tension shedded off her shoulders.
The girls would do anything for you, for your love. And Nat was finally getting what she’s always wanted, always fought for - you.
She wraps her arms around your neck and attacks your lips with hers. Demanding your attention, marking her territory. Nails dug into your scalp, pulling your hair.
She swallowed your grunts and moans like water in the desert, savoring every drop.
She’s been waiting for this moment for so long, and now that she’s here, she won’t let anything rip you away.
Nat lays you down on the floor of your hut and presses open mouthed kisses down your chest after quickly pulling your shirt over your head. Her tongue teases below your belly, and her fingers work quickly to tear your pants off.
She’s moving so fast that it’s making your head spin. “Nat, Jesus,” you chuckle.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this,” she murmurs, sharing a secret with your skin.
Her kisses trail down your thighs, breathing in the scent between your legs. She’s drooling, licking her lips with anticipation as she hooks her fingers around your waistband. As soon as your underwear gathers around your knees, she’s diving in, licking a needy stripe up your folds.
You throw your head back, hitting the hard ground, and you groan. “Fuck, Nat!”
Your fingers grasp her hair, and the touch urges her on more, her tongue flicking your clit and sucking it into her mouth with a moan.
She’s an expert, eating you out like she’s been doing it for years. She throws one of your legs over her shoulder and pulls you flush to her mouth. Your juices wet her chin. She whines at the taste of your sweetness on her tongue, streaming down her throat - god, you’re *inside* her now.
That thought pushes her even harder. Her tongue wiggles inside of you, her fingers circle your clit, and you grind your hips on her face as the pressure starts to build.
She moans happily when you start to pant, pleading for her to make you cum. Her name is constant on your lips. God, Nat never wants this moment to end.
Thank the Wilderness is all she can think when you’re squirting on her tongue, arching your breasts in the air, eyes shut tight in ecstasy - ecstasy that Nat is bringing you, your new Second in Command.
She’ll do whatever it takes to keep this position just to get to be here with you, like this, every night.
She swallows every bit of you down, and grins, proud, at you.
Dividers by @saradika-graphics
guys be quiet shes thinking
