Manta handpicks you as his son's lieutenant. your relationship may be peculiar -as Kaldur insists you mustn't fall for him despite the intensity of your interactions-, you soon acknowledge you'd do anything for him, even if that involves treason.
────── masterlist!
— MAIN SERIES.
i. the thirst, "stare, don't touch"
ii. the sip, "strictly physical".
iii. the starve, "claws out".
iv. the binge, "trust is to be earned".
v. the taste, "as normal as it gets".
Hiii, I wanted to make a request, could you do one with Lottie, especially for my birthday, with a vibe of that "Birthday Sex" song? I'd like it for my birthday which is coming up... and can I be the anon person 🍷? If you're available ;)
dont need candles or cake, just need yo’ body to make — lottie matthews x fem!reader
authors note: HAPPY BIRTHDAY 🍷 ANON!!!! hopefully by the time you see this it’s either before or during your bday :)) if not… whoopsie🧍🏻♀️ i hope you at least enjoy this little bday gift :P
warnings: NSFW, sugar mommy coded lottie, oral sex (r!receiving), g!p lottie, mating press, breeding, porn with very little plot (barely any tbh 😭)
summary: it’s your special day, and lottie wants to make sure you are treated extra special
word count: 948 words
song playing: birthday sex by jeremih
LOTTIE ALWAYS TOOK BIRTHDAYS SERIOUS, AND YOURS WAS NO EXCEPTION. spending your special day with your favorite person in the entire world was like being royalty for the day.
it started off as usual, your favorite breakfast in bed. then your first gift, a brand new outfit that was easily the cost of a brand new car. then a full day of doing your favorite activities, all expenses of course paid by lottie, ending the day at your favorite restaurant for dinner.
well, the day hadn't quite ended just yet.
the minute you two stepped foot back into your shared home, lottie wasted no time in pressing her lips against yours. the two of you don’t pull away from the passionate kiss, stumbling and knocking over things as you two walk over to your shared bedroom.
once inside, lottie pushes you down against the bed, pinning you down. she pulls away from your lips to smirk down at you, “happy birthday my love. now,” she says whilst leaning back down and nipping at your neck, “let me get you your real birthday present.”
your back arches as you feel lottie kiss and suck on that sensitive spot in your neck. your hands wrap around her shoulders, aching to pull her closer to you.
with her pants still on, lottie begins to grind her hard cock into you, and your breath hitches at the sensation, a small moan escaping you as you do so. lottie lets go of your neck and smirks down at you, her cock twitching against her pants as she continues grinding her hips into yours.
“wanna make today special baby..” she whispers, followed by a small grunt as she grinds even harder into you. your legs spread even further, begging for more.
lottie notices, and doesn’t waste any more time, getting you two undressed. she then moves low, her lips hovering over your wet cunt. she lets out a teasing blow of air, causing a whine to escape you as goosebumps form on your skin.
she chuckles at the sight, before leaving a long lick on where you need it the most. you moan, your hands immediately going to her hair and tugging, urging her to bury her face even deeper. and she complies, giving into you and what you want for today.
her lips wrap around your clit, sucking on the little bundle of nerves that makes your mind fog over, your eyes glazing over with lust. while her lips focus on your clit, she brings two fingers up, and sinks them into you smoothly. a choked cry escapes you, your hips moving to match the rhythm of her fingers thrusting in and out of you.
“so so perfect,” lottie says breathlessly against you, the vibrations of her words sending shocks of pleasure through you, tumbling you over to your first orgasm of the night.
lottie continues her assault on your cunt, moaning as she slurps your arousal with greed, and slowly helping you come down from it.
once satisfied, she comes back up, kissing you deeply. you moan against lottie’s lips, allowing access for her tongue to slip in, and your thighs clench at the taste of your own arousal on her tongue.
lottie pulls away, grabbing at her cock and lining herself up with your entrance. coating herself with your slick, lottie slowly pushes herself in, a moan immediately escaping the two of you. your head lolls over at the sudden fullness, while lottie cant help but grit her teeth at feeling your warmth envelope her.
giving the two of you time to adjust, lottie slowly begins thrusting in and out of you. small moans escape your lips, as you look up at lottie. “need more,” you beg. lottie hums and places a sweet peck on your lips, suddenly picking up pace and thrusting even deeper into you.
her tip kisses against your cervix easily, and you swear you can feel it in your throat from how deep she's going inside of you. “just like that!” you cry out, hands holding onto her back, nails digging crescent shapes into the skin.
lotties moans ring in your ears, and before you know it, her hands come up to grab your legs and pushing them into your chest, putting you into a mating press. and somehow, her cock sinks even deeper than before.
“so good for me,” she pants out, looking at your face like you were the best art piece she had ever seen. “you like your present baby?”
you nod eagerly, cries of pleasure being the only sound you are able to make. lottie chuckles and moans, seeing you so blissed out.
that familiar knot begins to form in your core, making your toes curl and your legs tremble. noticing this, lottie presses her finger against your clit, rubbing tight circles. the added pressure knocks you over, your orgasm crashing against you like a tidal wave.
feeling you tighten and let go around lottie makes her hips move faster, chasing her own orgasm. and with one last thrust, she buries herself deep inside of you, filling you up.
the two of you pant heavily, coming down from the high of your orgasms. but, before you can think, lottie flips you two over quickly, pushing your chest down into the mattress and pushing your ass into the air.
you whimper at the suddenness, before moaning as you feel lottie fill you up again. “oh baby, this is going to be a long night for you.”
and with her hips beginning to move against you again, you knew it was indeed going to be a long night. the best way to end your birthday.
Heyy I’ve been thinking about this one a lot. So modern au Yellowjackets are celebrating Mari’s birthday. G!p Mari and fem!reader sneak off with their own bottle after a bunch of shots with everyone. While they’re passing the bottle back and forth while sharing a joint as well they start confessing their feelings for each other and get into deep conversation. R tells mari that she’s leaving for college once summer is over and might not see each other again since Mari’s a junior and the college r is going to is overseas. To spend the limited time they now have together they decide to sleep together. Aftercare and pillow talk too!
Also could I be 🪐anon
Before You Go | G!p Mari Ibarra x Fem! Reader
warnings: one-shot with SMUT, g!p mari, drinking, smoking
masterlist (welcome, new anon!!!)
In typical Mari fashion, she went all out for her birthday. Her house was covered in lights and any surface was covered in alcohol. It wasn’t as big as her other parties, she had only really invited the Yellowjackets to celebrate this time around.
“WELCOME!” Mari excitedly announced to the group of Yellowjackets she was opening the door for, her speech was already slurred despite the party not having started yet.
“So, did someone start without us?” Lottie asked, laughing as she entered Mari’s house.
“Nooo!” Mari shook her head, slowly walking towards the gift table to avoid stumbling. Lottie and the rest of us placed our gifts down and Mari was beaming.
“We’ll just have to catch up.” I suggested and the Yellowjackets cheered, grabbing whatever bottle or can they could to start drinking.
Mari shoved a solo cup in my hands, “Drink!” She happily chanted as the Yellowjackets and I all began to chug our drinks, per Mari’s instructions.
It was no shock that Mari’s party consisted of alcohol, horrible dancing, and music so loud that I thought I might lose my hearing. It was also no shock that Mari repeatedly insisted on all of taking shot after shot with her. How could someone so small handle so much alcohol? (The answer was that she could not…that hangover may kill her tomorrow).
“Another shot? You guys are crazy.” Van said, her face was bright red from all the alcohol she drank and her voice was barely above a whisper.
“It’s what the birthday girl wants!” Jackie responded, sloppily filling up everyone’s solo cups with a very generous amount of vodka.
Mari slung her arm around my shoulder, “Grab a bottle and come to my room while they take another shot.” She whispered. I didn’t bother to question Mari, it was her day afterall. I grabbed a bottle of Malibu and followed her to her room down the hall while Jackie counted down for the shots.
Mari quietly closed the door behind us, gesturing to me to sit on her bed. She opened her nightstand drawer, taking a small ziploc bag with a slightly destroyed joint in it and a small lighter, “I didn’t want to smoke out there. You know how Jackie gets about weed – so overprotective of everyone.” Mari cracks open the window in her bedroom and lights the joint.
She takes a hit of it and blows the smoke out the window. She holds the joint up to my lips, not letting me hold it myself. I lean forward and wrap my lips around the joint, taking a long hit of it before Mari pulls the joint back for me.
“Are you gonna open the bottle or?” Mari asked, a teasing smile tugging at her lips. I twisted off the bottle of the Malibu, taking a sip of it before passing it to Mari. She took a sip from the bottle, her face contorting in disgust for a moment before trying to cover it up.
“You need a chaser?”
Mari shook her head, “I don’t need a chaser for a flavored drink!” She pouted, elbowing me.
“So, why didn’t you invite Natalie to come and smoke with us?”
Mari paused, looking out the window instead of facing me, “U-Uh, just…didn’t wanna bother her.”
“Mhm,” I hummed in response, not really believing Mari’s nervously rambling. I patted the spot on her bed next to me, “Can you sit so I can stop stretching to hand you the bottle each time?”
“Lazyyyy.” Mari teased, plopping down next to me, joint still in hand. I moved closer to Mari, our thighs touching as I leaned forward and took another hit of the joint she was holding in her hands. Mari blushed as she watched me, her eyes never leaving my lips. Mari’s free hand fidgeted with the fabric of her shirt as she blurted out the question that had been on her mind for a while now, “Do you think things will change when you go to Rutgers? I know it’s close by, but still…”
“I…” I took a deep breath, was now really the time to tell her? It was her birthday. Only Jackie knew I wasn’t going to Rutgers, that I was really going to study abroad, “It won’t be different Mari.” I put my hand on top of hers. I didn’t know how to tell her. How could I tell her when those big, brown eyes were staring at me? I couldn’t break her heart like that. Mari and I had gotten close this season and I just couldn’t bear to hurt her.
“I like getting to see you everyday. Who else am I gonna drag to every party?” Mari asked, a sad laugh leaving her lips as she tried to lighten the mood.
My fingers interlocked with hers, the ash of the joint falling onto the floor of the room as we sat in silence for a few minutes. Mari’s grip on my hand tightened, as though I would disappear if she let go.
“Mari, I need to tell you something. I know it’s your birthday and I didn’t want to tell you like this, but…I’m not going to Rutgers with Jackie.” I placed the bottle of Malibu onto her floor and took the joint from her other hand, reaching over her to put it out on the ashtray on her nightstand. Mari sat still, her grip on me getting tighter and tighter as she thought over what I just said, “Once this summer is up, I’m going abroad to study, Mari.”
“W-What? You’re leaving?”
“I’m sorry, I-I didn’t know when to tell you and I just…” I sighed, “I’m sorry, Mari. I promise, it won’t change anything! I’ll come visit every summer and I’ll call you all the time and…Things don’t have to change.”
Mari took a deep breath, her voice cracking slightly as she spoke, “Things are going to change, (Y/n), even if we don’t want them to.” Mari took another deep breath, calming herself, “So, why don’t we just make the most of it?”
“Don’t tell me you’re going to force me to go out every weekend until I leave.”
Mari laughed, elbowing my side, “Maybe I will, but I meant more like…” Mari’s eyes shifted to my lips, before looking back up, “I have something I need to tell you too, (Y/n).” Mari audibly gulped, her gaze shifting to my lips once more, “I like you.” Mari didn’t give me a second to respond, nervously firing off a joke to distract from her serious confession, “And you can’t reject me since it’s my birthday.”
I laughed, “I like you too, Mari.” Mari exhaled, her shoulders visibly relaxing at my reply, “I’ve had a crush on you for so long. I’ve had a crush on you since try-outs when you ate a face full of dirt trying to score a goal.”
Mari rolled her eyes, laughing, “Seriously? It was your fault that I fell – who wears such short shorts to soccer tryouts anyways?”
“They were a normal length, you just have wandering eyes.”
“Yeah, sure.”
When the laughter had finally died down; there Mari and I sat on her bed, staring at each other and wondering what exactly our futures would be like now when the end of summer would mean everything changing.
“What did you mean by making the most of it?”
“I wouldn’t want you to leave without me at least kissing you.” Mari admitted, seeming more confident in her words this time around.
“I wouldn’t want that either.” Mari’s eyes fell to my lips once more and her hand that wasn’t holding mine reached up to touch my face. Mari licked her lips ever so slightly – an action that would have gone unnoticed had I not been fixated on her lips for so long. She leaned in, her eyes slowly closing before her lips met mine. It was soft and so uncharacteristically Mari. I expected her to smash her lips into mine, to push her tongue past my lips eagerly, but Mari was taking her time. Her thumb gently caressed my cheek and her soft lips moved against mine almost painfully slowly. My free hand settled on her thigh, inching up her shorts as we kissed.
Mari pulled away, a dazed look in her eyes as she glanced from my lips to her own thigh, “(Y/n)...” Her hand dropped from my face to push my hand off of her thigh, blushing.
“There’s no way kissing did that to you.”
“Can you not?” Mari groaned, tugging on the bottom of her shorts in an attempt to hide how hard she had gotten from just a kiss.
“Is this what you meant by ‘at least’ kissing me?” My hand continued to inch up Mari’s thigh despite her hand trying to push me away due to her embarrassment.
“Shut up.” She groaned again, her hands dropping mine to cover her face as I began to stroke her bulge from over her shorts, “F-Fuck, (Y/n).”
I leaned in, right against Mari’s ear, as I whispered, “Don’t tell me you’re gonna cum already.”
Mari’s jaw quivered, she was desperately fighting off the urge to fully give in and moan, “I’m not that pathetic.” Mari placed her hand on top of mine again, moving my hand faster on her cock as her hips jerked forward.
“Let’s make the most of tonight?” I whispered and Mari nodded before I even finished my sentence. Mari kissed me again, this one much rougher than the last. She stood up, her lips never leaving mine as she positioned herself in front of me while I sat on her bed. Her hands moved to her shorts, fumbling with the zipper as she tried to take them off as quickly as possible.
Mari pushed me back onto her bed, our lips finally disconnecting as she climbed on top of me. Her hands moved to my shirt, taking it off in record time. Her lips then found my neck, instantly nipping and sucking at it, “Those college girls abroad are going to have to scrub these hickeys off of you when I’m done.” Mari mumbled against my neck as she trailed hickeys down it. Mari’s lips moved to my chest, continuing to nip at the sensitive skin, continuing to mumble jealous words as she did so, “When we’re done, you won’t even be able to think about another girl – just how good my lips feel.” Mari emphasized her words by sucking harshly on the sensitive skin of my chest.
“Y-You’re ridiculous, Mari.”
Mari’s hand slid down my stomach as she continued to leave an ungodly amount of hickeys along my chest, “Fuck, you’re wet.” Mari moaned against my chest, her fingers grazing over the wet spot on my underwear, “Can I fuck you already?” Mari impatiently asks, “I think if I wait a second longer, I might die.” Mari continues and I laugh at her exaggeration.
Instead of answering, I reach into Mari’s underwear and wrap my hand around her throbbing cock, beginning to stroke it. Mari practically collapses into my arms, moaning against my chest as all her movements stop, “Does it feel that good?” I ask, smirking.
Mari chooses to ignore my smug look and desperately nods her head, “Y-Yes, — God, (Y/n), your hand feels so fucking g-good.”
“I really want to feel you, Mari.”
Mari moans in response, beginning to thrust into my hand, “M-Mhm…feelssogood.” Mari lets out a shaky breath, “C-Can we?”
“Yes.” Mari practically tears herself from me, pulling away to take off my shorts and underwear as fast as humanly possible. She steps back for a moment to take her own underwear off and a condom on before hooking her arms around my legs and pulling me to the edge of the bed to position us properly.
“Eager much?”
Mari doesn’t fire off a witty remark like normal, instead responding before she could even think, “I’ve pictured this day every day for over two years, I’m more than fucking eager.” Much better than a sarcastic reply.
Mari’s hips jerk forward, her length grinding right against my wet folds, “F-Fuck.” Mari moans, “Y-You’re so w-wet.” Mari tries to stabilize her voice, but she can’t as she continues to grind against me. Mari’s hand grips the base of her cock, beginning to line it up with my entrance. Her big, brown eyes lock with mine and she’s practically shaking with anticipation, “C-Can I?” I nod and Mari pushes in. Her eyes squeeze shut and her nails dig into my thighs as though she were trying to ground herself, “Does i-it hurt?” Mari asked, her hips stuttering as much as her words as she watched her cock sink into me, inch by inch. The view was hard to pry her eyes away from, Mari felt addicted to seeing me take her.
“N-No, it doesn’t hurt.” Mari leaned forward, capturing my lips in another soft kiss. Her hips moved slowly, letting me get used to her size. I could tell it was hard for Mari to restrain herself, but it was incredibly sweet how gentle she was being for me.
Mari’s lips trailed down my lips to my jaw, peppering kisses along it as she began to move her hips slowly. Mari twitched inside me as she thrusted, clearly having to hold herself back from going faster and from cumming way too quickly.
Mari’s lips moved to my neck and to my shoulder, leaving even more marks down my body as her thrusts got faster, “So fucking wet.” Mari moaned into my shoulder, “F-Fuck.” I wrapped my legs around Mari, pulling her further into me and causing her to groan, “You feel so fucking good, (Y/n).”
Mari’s hands looped around my back, pulling me up slightly and forcing me to arch my back so she could thrust into me even deeper and the new angle made me throw my head back. Mari was hitting my g-spot with every thrust and I could swear I was seeing stars.
“Y-You keep tightening a-around my cock.” Mari mumbled into my shoulder, her words broken up by her moans, “I-It feels too good.” Mari’s cock twitched again as she pumped into me. Her pace quickened and Mari’s arms pulled me against her with every thrust in order to fuck me as rough as possible. Mari continued to pepper kisses across my collarbone, neck, and shoulder; mumbling as she did so, “So fucking hot.” She moaned.
“M-Mari, I need to..”
Mari nodded against my neck, “M-Me too.” Mari’s thrusts didn’t lighten up until my legs locked tightly around her. Mari whimpered, a loud moan escaping her lips as she filled the condom she was wearing and as I tightened around her, cumming with all of Mari’s cock buried inside me. Mari moaned, continuously repeating how tight I was and how good I felt as we both came.
Mari lifted her head from the divet between my neck and shoulder to kiss me, “You’re the hottest girl ever.” Mari moaned against my lips, her hips moving slowly as we both dragged out the final part of our orgasms.
Mari pulled away from the kiss, her eyes drifting to where her cock was buried inside me as she stopped moving. She pulled out with a whimper, taking her condom off and tying it and throwing it out in the trash can in her room. She turned her attention back towards me, leaning down to kiss from my stomach back up to my lips once again, “You know you’re supposed to say I’m the hottest girl ever too, right?” Mari mumbled against my lips and I laughed, shoving her off of my lips.
“You sounded so good, fuck. Way better than I ever imagined.” Mari flopped down on her bed, pulling me right next to her after she got settled. She pulled a blanket up over the both of us, “Do you want some water?”
“Water would be good, I think I may have lost my voice.”
“I’m just that good, aren’t I?” Mari teased, leaning off the bed to open her drawer and grab a water bottle. She opened it for me, even tilting it into my mouth for me to drink. Once I was done, she screwed the cap back on and set the water down for me.
“Something like that.”
“You’re that good.” Mari beamed, “You sound so good and you look so good and I just can’t get enough of you. You might have to pack me in your suitcase to go with you.”
“Shush.”
Mari pulled me flush against her, her arm wrapped around me, “C’mon, tell me how good I was!”
I was quick to give in to Mari, which was nothing new, “I didn’t expect you to be so big, that must be where that massive ego of yours comes from.”
“HEY!” Mari paused, “Wait, you think I’m big?” Mari asked, a gloating grin making it’s way onto her face.
“Shut up.”
“C’mon, say it!” Mari poked my side, pouting.
“You couldn’t pay me to repeat that.”
“And just when I was about to pay you to repeat it!” I laughed, cuddling further into Mari’s side, “We should do this like…all of the time! Since we’re both so good at it.”
“You’re such an idiot.”
Mari fake gasped, “An idiot!? This idiot just rocked your world, thank you very much.”
I yawned, “Yeah, yeah, yeah…” My sentence drifted off as I did, closing my eyes and using Mari’s chest as a pillow.
“Best birthday ever.” Mari said under her breath, planting a soft kiss on my forehead.
i just finished reading check up and omg i NEED more of her!!!
Meeting Your Needs | Misty Quigley x Fem! Reader
warnings: SMUT, CNC (slight coercion and whatnot), v light hair pulling, first time
summary: misty takes care of every need you have in the wilderness
Things changed a lot since the crash. I never really spoke to Misty, she was always on the sidelines – out of sight, out of mind. It wasn’t until the crash that I noticed Misty and when I did, I realized just how much Misty noticed me.
I noticed her lingering eyes, I noticed how close she would stand to me, I noticed how close she would cuddle up next to me at night. She would follow me for all of my chores, she would tag along on whatever walk I went on – no matter what I was doing, she was always there.
I took a walk to clear my head and Misty followed behind me, happily trotting along, “Misty?” I stopped in my tracks and Misty did too.
She smiled at the mention of her name, “Yes, (Y/n)?”
I turned to face her as I spoke, “Why do you always insist on coming along with me? We hardly ever talk even though I know you try to start conversations. We didn’t really talk before…everything happened. So, why now? I would expect you to cling to Coach Ben or something.”
Misty nervously pushed her glasses up, her hands shaking as though the looming question had caught her off guard, “I always admired you before the plane crash. I loved watching you play. Anytime I tried to talk to you then, you hardly seemed interested. I was hoping that out here, since everything’s so different, that maybe we would be different too.”
“We would be different?”
Misty nodded, her nervousness seemingly fading as she stepped closer to me, “I mean, haven’t you realized just how much you need me out here, (Y/n)? Everyone’s so closed off out here, I’m the only socialization you really get. I help you do all your chores and I doubt you would get them done as soon without me, I even saved you when foraging and you tried to eat those poisonous berries. I tended to your wounds after the crash too. You rely on me, (Y/n).” I paused, thinking over Misty’s words. I never realized just how much I needed her. I need Misty Quigley? Before I could dwell on the seriously concerning thought any longer, Misty was already speaking again, “I can help you in so many ways, (Y/n).”
“I know you can and you do, Mist–” My words were cut off by Misty’s lips on mine. Her glasses pushed against my face as she used her hands to lock my head in place, one resting on the back of my head and the other resting on my neck. I didn’t pull away, not that I really could. Instead, I gave in to Misty’s surprisingly soft lips. I kissed her back.
Misty pulled away, her face red, “I-I’m sorry I didn’t ask…I just…I’ve always wanted to do that and…” Misty nervously rambled on, clearly embarrassed by her blunt actions.
“Misty, it’s okay…I didn’t mind.”
Misty smiled, her eyes lighting up, “So you finally understand what I was getting at? How I can be useful in so many ways for you…Like, we don’t really have anyone out here aside from Travis and….” Misty made a disgusted face at the thought of Travis and it finally clicked what exactly she was hinting at.
“You want to…do that?”
Misty nodded, “You have needs, (Y/n), it’s important that they get met even if we’re trying to survive. I can help you.”
My face felt hot, I can’t believe Misty was really suggesting something so perverse, “I don’t need that!”
“It’s good, because you need help and I need the experience! That was my first kiss, I need more practice, and…I don’t want to be known as a virgin anymore!” Misty didn’t bother to let me respond; she, instead, pulled me against her lips once more. Her hands never moved, continuing to keep my head still as she kissed me. Misty’s tongue poked out from between her lips, swiping across my bottom lip in an attempt to recreate what she had seen on television.
“French kissing’s the next step, right?” Misty mumbled against my lips before pushing her tongue past my lips, not bothering to wait for an answer. There was no hesitation in her movements. Her tongue traced against mine, exploring and invading every part of my mouth. I tried to keep up with her desperate movements, but I eventually gave in to Misty.
Misty pulled away for a moment, catching her breath. She didn’t dare move her hand off my neck and head because she was too scared that I would leave, that this moment would end. Misty’s eyes roamed to my lips, fixating on the string of saliva keeping us connected, “The next step…” Misty’s hand dropped from my neck to my hip, digging her nails into the soft flesh. Her other hand gripped my hair tighter now and she slowly led me back to the tree behind us, gently pressing me against it.
Misty tugged on my hair once more, pulling it down so that my chin would raise and my neck would be more exposed. Her breath was hot against my neck and I could tell she was trying to slow herself down – her whole body shook with excitement, with anticipation. Misty placed the first kiss on my neck, right below my ear; she drew the skin between her lips, roughly sucking on the sensitive skin of my neck. Her tongue grazed over the forming bruise, soothing any pain I may have felt from Misty’s roughness.
Misty’s thigh moved between my legs, inching upwards towards my center. Her hips pinned mine down against the tree and the feeling of the rough bark on my back was the only thing keeping me grounded. Misty pressed her thigh further against me, applying more pressure as her lips continued their wet trail of kisses down my neck.
Misty sealed her mouth around my pulse point, sucking in harshly while her thigh pushed harder against my core. A moan escaped my lips and I felt Misty’s lips detach from my neck as she pulled away to stare at my sweaty, reddened face.
“I made you moan?” Misty breathlessly asked, already knowing the answer. Her glasses were practically fogging up from the heat radiating off of the both of us. I nodded and Misty licked her lips, a new sense of determination washing over her.
Misty’s lips moved to my neck again; this time, Misty was far rougher. Her teeth sank into my neck with every kiss that she left until I was completely covered in both her drool and her marks.
Misty’s thigh dropped from between my legs and her hands dropped down to the zipper of my tattered jeans. Her hands fumbled with the button and zipper of my jeans, struggling to go as fast as possible to take them off. Once my jeans were off, Misty wasted no time in pushing her fingers past the waistband of my underwear.
Misty’s fingers grazed over my clit clumsily, it was much less calculated than her other movements. I softly moaned, bucking my hips against Misty’s fingers. Misty, once again, pulled away from my neck to stare at me, her mouth agape.
“You’re so wet, (Y/n).” Misty said, practically in disbelief, “I…I made you this wet.”
“Y-You did,” I reply, hoping that it will get Misty to move her fingers, “Please, Misty, I-I need you.”
Misty’s eyes widened, her jaw quivering as she let out a shaky breath. Her fingers shook as she began to circle my clit with them. Her eyes never left mine as she made sure to study my face for every little reaction I had, “I’m so turned on, I can hardly control myself, (Y/n).” Misty whispered.
Misty’s thumb replaced her previous fingers circling my clit, “Can I take your virginity?” Misty bluntly asked, as though she were not already doing just that.
“Y-Yes, Misty, — please.” My voice croaked.
The tips of her fingers barely pushed past my entrance, teasing me, “Can you ask me to take it?”
“Misty, that’s e-embarrassing!”
“Please, (Y/n), I need to hear you say it.”
“Can you take my,” In the middle of my sentence, Misty pushed her fingers inside of me, all of the way, “m-my v-virginity?” I stuttered out the rest of my sentence, moans escaping my lips as Misty filled me up.
Misty pressed a quick kiss to my lips before responding, “I would be happy to.” Misty didn’t even let me catch my breath before her fingers were pumping into me. It was like Misty had studied every inch of my body because every thrust of her fingers hit the exact perfect spot that made me see stars.
I closed my eyes, leaning my head back against the tree behind me as Misty worked her fingers into me. Misty’s other hand grabbed my chin, slowing down until I opened my eyes to look at her, “I want to see you, I need to see you.” Misty’s hand didn’t leave my chin after that, keeping my head in place and forcing me to stare at her as her fingers thrusted into me, as her thumb pressed harder against my clit as it glided across.
Misty’s fingers curled, hitting that perfect spot that her fingers had been grazing before. If Misty didn’t have such a tight grip on my face, I would’ve sank to the floor from how weak my body felt underneath her touch, “In those PlayBoys back at the cabin, they said this was the best method for—”
“M-Misty!” I moaned, tightening around her fingers as I felt my orgasm approaching.
“You were tight before, but now…I can hardly move my fingers, (Y/n).” Misty narrated, despite how embarrassed I was feeling at her words. Her eyes stayed locked onto mine, not wanting to miss the face I made while I came. She wanted to study it, she wanted to memorize it, and she wanted to play it back in her head every day from now on.
With one more deep thrust of Misty’s fingers, I came undone. I wanted nothing more than to throw my head back, sink into the wood of the tree, and completely let go; but Misty’s hand on my chin, forcing me to look at her, kept me grounded.
Even though Misty could no longer keep thrusting into me, the pressure on my clit did not lighten up. Misty was insistent on dragging out my orgasm for as long as she could. She adored the way her name fell from my lips and wanted nothing more than to listen to that sound forever.
“M-Misty, too much.” I moaned, my hips no longer being able to even grind against Misty’s fingers. Misty pulled out and I whimpered at the empty feeling. She lifted her fingers to her lips and licked them, sucking on them almost instantly and moaning at the taste. I watched her with wide eyes and a reddening face. Was Misty always so…perverted?
After Misty was done, she helped me put my jeans back on as she made little comments about the wet spot on my underwear. Once my jeans were on and Misty’s hands were no longer grabbing at any part of me, I sank to the base of the tree, leaning my head against it.
“Are you tired, (Y/n)?” Misty asked and I nodded, unable to speak from how tired I was.
Misty’s hands moved to the buckle of her belt, undoing it and taking off her raggedy shorts in one swift motion, “Seeing you like that, I…” Misty stepped over my lap before lowering herself onto me. She sat in my lap, hovering just slightly over it. The wet spot on her underwear was apparent — Did she really get that turned on just from touching me?
Misty grabbed my wrist, “I know you’re tired, (Y/n), don’t worry.” Misty’s fingers toyed with mine until they were positioned exactly how she wanted in her underwear. I was far too tired to do much, so here Misty was about to fuck herself on my fingers – happy at any bit of contact with me.
She lowered herself onto my fingers, guiding my fingers upwards to meet her dripping center. Misty pushed my fingers all the way inside her as she moaned.
“(Y/n), your fingers…” Misty moaned, beginning to ride my fingers. Her lips met mine in a passionate and rough kiss. Misty was desperate to be as close to me as possible, it was what she had wanted for years and now she was finally getting it, so she felt that it would be stupid to not fully indulge.
Misty moaned into the kiss, continuing to ride my fingers. The kiss was sloppy and needy and desperate, it mimicked the way Misty was moving her hips. It was clear just how badly she had needed to cum from the second she started touching me, how her whole body had been aching to release all the built up tension she had felt.
Which is why it wasn’t shocking when Misty clamped down around my fingers in only a few minutes. She pulled away from the kiss, panting heavily as she dug her face into my shoulder. A string of whimpers and broken moans of my name left her lips as she came around my fingers. Her hips continued to jerk desperately against my hand, wanting to feel every inch of my fingers inside of her as she came.
When she was done, Misty didn’t remove my fingers or even try getting off my lap. She allowed herself to rest in my arms with my fingers buried inside her as she recovered, “I don’t want you to pull out.” Misty mumbled into my shoulder, the thought of no longer being this physically close to me was already weighing on her.
Once Misty’s breathing steadied, I slowly pulled my fingers out and lifted them to her face. Misty’s face reddened as she watched me hold my fingers to her lips. Her tongue darted out, lapping up her own cum off of my fingers.
Misty recovered fairly quickly. She stood up and put her shorts and belt back on. She then grabbed my hands and helped me up. Her arm protectively wrapped around my waist as she practically carried me back to the cabin. I was too exhausted to do much and that included walking.
When we got back, Misty swung the cabin door open and everyone turned to look at us. Misty then happily announced that I was her girlfriend and I didn’t fight it.
Honestly, was having Misty Quigley as my girlfriend really all that bad?
summary: Jackie Taylor has her entire life scheduled down to the minute; the one thing she didn’t account for was meeting you.
͏𝒘 — Jackie Taylor & reader ⟢ ( 1231 ) not proofread. college au. office romance.
Jackie Taylor does not have time for a relationship. She has classes at eight a.m. sharp, a sorority, three clubs, mixers that Shauna insists she goes to, and a weekend internship at a local PR agency where she files press briefs and pretends she cares about building other people’s brands more than her own. Her planner is color-coded. Her outfits are always put together, and her coffee order never changes.
She is not the kind of girl who misses deadlines. She is not the kind of girl who forgets birthdays. She is not, under any circumstances, the kind of girl who lets someone else disrupt the course of her carefully laid-out plans.
Or at least she was, until you came along.
She remembers the first time she noticed you. It wasn’t because you were loud, or flashy, or tried to make an entrance. In fact, it was the opposite. You were standing by the copier, squinting at the blinking red light with your sleeves rolled up to your elbows and a smudge of toner on your wrist.
She’d walked past you a dozen times that week, brushing by without so much as a nod, but something about the way your brow furrowed in concentration made her pause. There was a stillness to you, like the tension built up in a room just before something important happens, and for someone like Jackie, who’s built her entire world on structure and timing, it was devastatingly distracting. She couldn’t help but look.
Not at anything in particular. Not the slope of your neck or the shape of your lips, though she’d be lying if she said she hadn’t noticed those things too. It was the way you listened. The way your eyes followed people when they spoke, really followed, not like you were waiting to talk, but like you were clinging to every word. The way you smiled at the receptionist, even when no one else did. The way you stayed late on Sundays without complaint, headphones in, nodding your head just slightly to music Jackie would have never have guessed you liked.
And okay. Maybe she started taking her snack breaks five minutes later than usual so she could eat with you. Maybe she lingered by your desk to ask questions she already knew the answers to. Maybe she started looking for excuses to say your name, just to see how it sounded coming out of her mouth.
It really wasn’t like her. She wasn’t the type to develop a thing for someone she worked with. Even if it is just an internship. It’s unprofessional. It’s a conflict of interest. It’s a terrible idea.
But you made it so easy.
You leaned against office doorframes like you owned the place. You laughed under your breath when the senior strategist butchered a pop culture reference for the fourth time that day. You weren’t afraid to speak up in meetings, even though your voice always trembled a little. Jackie found herself anticipating your ideas before you even opened your mouth, like your thoughts were in sync with hers.
She tells herself it’s just admiration. Respect, maybe? One smart intern recognizing another, that’s it.
But then you catch her watching you across the room, and you can’t find it in yourself to look away. You tilt your head just slightly, lips quirking up into a little smirk, like you know. And Jackie forgets how to breathe.
That’s when she realizes it: she’s in trouble.
Because Jackie Taylor does not get distracted. She does not stumble over her words, or lose track of her planner, or lie awake thinking about the sound of someone else’s laugh. She doesn’t chase, she attracts. She’s the one that’s chased. That’s how it’s always been and she has too much pride to change it now.
But there’s something about you that makes her forget all the things she’s supposed to be.
Like now, for example, she’s standing in front of the stubborn copier, glaring at it as if her sheer willpower could fix the paper jam. This is the third time it’s happened this week. The machine blinks angrily, like it’s mocking her, once again refusing to cooperate. She jabs the side panel twice with her lips pressed into a tight line.
“Unbelievable,” she mutters, jabbing the side panel again like it just insulted her. “Literally, just print.”
A frustrated sigh slips past her lips. She has to get these copies done before the eleven o’clock meeting or it’s her ass on the line. Not that she’d ever admit it out loud, but she actually likes this internship. She’s good at it. And that stupid, blinking light is the only thing standing between her and her immaculate track record.
Just as quick as she gets lost in her thoughts, a familiar voice pulls her from them.
"Jammed again? They really need to replace this thing," you mutter, stepping in and gently easing her aside so you can examine the machine.
You crouch down in front of the copier like it’s a wild animal you’ve learned to tame, popping open the side panel with practiced ease. Jackie huffs, arms folded tightly across her chest.
“I swear it has something against me,” she grumbles. “It always does this.”
You glance up at her with a playful smile.
“It probably just panicked under pressure. I mean, I would too if the Jackie Taylor was glaring at me like that.”
That earns the faintest upward twitch of her lips, almost a smile, if you’re being generous.
Finally you close the side panel, hitting it a few times with the heel of your hand, before you stand up.
“Here, Try it now,”
Jackie presses the green button, and the copier whirs back to life, printing out pages like nothing ever happened.
“Oh my god,” she breathes out, then scoffs. “Unbelievable. It’s actually working.”
“I’ve spent a little too much time fighting with this thing.” You shrug.
She gives you a long look, the kind that’s supposed to be condescending, but it loses its edge when you notice she’s trying not to smile.
“I seriously owe you,” she says. “You might’ve just saved my future career.”
You arch a brow. “That’s big talk for a ten-page briefing packet.”
She lifts her chin. “It’s a very important briefing packet. There’s color-coded highlighting involved.”
You rest your arm beside hers, just enough contact to make her notice. “If you’re feeling generous, you could thank me with lunch?”
That stops her. Not dramatically, just enough for her lips to part in surprise and her lashes to flutter, an actual flutter, before she schools her features into something more neutral. Which, for Jackie, is still a little theatrical.
“Lunch,” she repeats, as if tasting the word on her tongue. “Like… food? With you?”
You blink. “Is that not what lunch usually means?”
Jackie rolls her eyes, but the smile that breaks across her face is genuine.
“No, it is,” she says. “I just didn’t plan for it.”
She glances down at the now-functioning copier, back at you, and then tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear like she’s annoyed at it for getting in her face.
“Okay,” she says eventually, like she’s choosing to go off-schedule and wants the universe to know it. “Lunch.”
For once in her carefully planned out life, Jackie Taylor lets herself go a little off track for you.
An — I wrote this on a whim at 2 am last night. Gonna try to work on a Nat sfw alphabet someone requested soon. I really wanna do one for each of the yellowjackets. They’re so much fun to write. ummm if you made it this far, thank you for reading. <3
Hi!…. Sfw or NSFW but the alphabet with Van… that’s all, do what you can but yeah!
Also can I be 🩰 anon?
𝙥𝙧𝙚-𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙝 𝙑𝙖𝙣 𝙥𝙖𝙡𝙢𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙛𝙬 𝙖𝙡𝙥𝙝𝙖𝙗𝙚𝙩
AN — Hi!!!! i’m so sorry this took so long. I’ve had some serious writers block recently. Hopefully i’ll be more active on here. And ofc you can <3
͏𝒘 — Van palmer & gn! reader ⟢ ( no word count ) not proofread. established relationship.
A — Admiration ⟢ What do they admire about you?
Van admires your calm. Not the fake kind, like, not the quiet, bottle-it-up kind of calm, but the kind where you see everything, take it in, and still choose to be soft. She watches you deal with people, the way you talk to the quiet girls on the team, the way you defuse drama without ever raising your voice, and she loves it. Because she’s all sharp corners and sarcasm when things get tense, but you’re steady and gentle when it matters.
B — Bonding ⟢ What’s their favorite bonding activity?
MOVIE NIGHTS!!! Movie nights are sacred. for you two. Van insists on them at least once a week. Blanket, snacks, the dusty VHS player in her basement. The best part for her isn’t even the movie itself (though she will quiz you after). It’s getting to show you something she loves, something weird or obscure or cult-classic-y, then watching you watch it. She barely blinks during the movie, too busy staring sideways at you, watching your reactions, nudging you every five seconds like, “wait, wait— This part’s so good!”
C — Cuddling ⟢ How do they like to cuddle?
Van pretends she’s not a cuddler. She makes a whole thing of groaning and flopping onto you like ugh, fine, but five minutes later she’s wrapped around you like an octopus and won’t let go. Her favorite position? Laying half on top of you, leg slung over your hips, face buried somewhere near your neck or chest with absolutely zero regard for personal space. She’s warm, heavy, always grumbling something under her breath like it’s a chore for her, but she secretly loves it.
D — Dates ⟢ What are date nights like?
Van does not do typical. If you suggest a sit-down restaurant or anything with mood lighting, she’ll act like you just insulted her. Dates with Van are spontaneous and loud, very high school. Sneaking out to get 7-Eleven slushies at midnight. Making out in the back row of a horror movie neither of you are really watching. Skipping practice to loiter at a local thrift store and try on the ugliest shit imaginable just to make each other laugh.
E — Emotions ⟢ How do they express their emotions?
Van feels everything, she just hates admitting it. She’s a master at deflection, she turns her feelings into jokes, shoulder nudges, or weird impressions the second things get too raw. But when it does come out, it’s raw and unfiltered. Like she’s been holding her breath for weeks and finally lets it go all at once.
F — Future ⟢ How do they see their future with you?
Van acts like the future doesn’t matter. But the truth is, she thinks about it all the time. Quietly, late at night when your head’s on her shoulder and you’re half-asleep mumbling nonsense, and she’s staring at the ceiling wondering how the hell she got this lucky.
She pictures a shitty apartment full of thrifted furniture and your clothes mixed with hers. A dog that sheds too much. A beat-up car she insists on driving even though it breaks down once a month. You, in all of it, that’s the part she doesn’t question.
G — Gifts ⟢ How do they feel about gift giving?
she gives you things that make you laugh, things that are a little weird, and things that show she listens. A mixtape of songs she thinks you’ll like (and some she thinks you need to hear). A vintage jacket she found at a thrift store because it reminded her of you. A Polaroid of the two of you, taken on a whim, because she wants to remember the moment.
H — Holding Hands ⟢ How do they hold hands?
Van grabs your hand like she’s staking her claim or something. fingers laced tight like she never wants to let go. She’s got this habit of squeezing just a little harder when she’s excited or nervous, like she’s reminding herself you’re real. Sometimes she swings your hand back and forth obnoxiously just to make you laugh or distract you from overthinking.
I — Injury ⟢ How would they react if you got hurt?
Van’s first instinct is panic, even if she tries to play it cool. She’ll curse under her breath, get in your face asking if you’re okay, and probably try to patch you up with whatever’s nearby. If it’s serious, she gets fierce, ready to fight anyone or anything that caused it. But when it’s just a scrape or bruise, she fusses over you with a weird mix of tenderness and teasing, she helps you up and says something like “stop being so clumsy, dumbass.”
J — Jealousy ⟢ How jealous do they get?
It is so obvious when Van is jealous. She doesn’t sulk or stew, she goes straight into action. The second someone gets a little too friendly with you, she’s suddenly at your side, arm slung around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder like, “Hey, babe, who’s your new friend?” She’ll crack jokes with a bite, maybe make a point to kiss you in front of them, and then spend the rest of the day being weirdly clingy. If you call her out on it? She’ll scoff and deny it.
K — Kisses ⟢ How do they like to kiss you?
When she’s worked up about something she’s all tongue and teeth. Pressing you into lockers, biting your bottom lip just to hear you gasp. But she also has a softer side, one she slips into when no one’s watching. Her softer kisses are slow, lingering, with her thumb on your jaw, her nose brushing yours.
L — Love ⟢ What’s their love language?
Van doesn’t say it right away. She feels it early, way earlier than she’ll ever admit but the words always seem to get stuck in her throat. So instead, she shows it. Through touch, mostly. Holding your face when you’re upset. Slinging an arm around you like it’s instinct. Giving you her hoodie without a word. Carrying your bag. Fighting your battles before you even know there’s one happening. She’ll call you a pain in the ass while tucking your hair behind your ear. Say “God, you’re annoying” while looking at you like you hung the moon.
M — Morning ⟢ How are mornings spent with them?
Van is not a morning person. She’s mouthy, Half-asleep and grumpy. If you set an alarm the night before, she’s instantly annoyed, muttering something like “Turn that thing off or i’m gonna throw it out the window.”
N — Nightmare ⟢ What is their worst fear?
Van’s worst fear is losing you. Not just physically, but the way people drift apart, how feelings fade, how the quiet space between two people can swallow everything. She’s terrified that she’ll mess things up, that she’ll say the wrong thing or push too hard and you’ll walk away. That the part of her you love the most though, the real Van, messy and soft.
O — Obvious ⟢ How obvious is their love to you?
If Van could tattoo “I love my partner” across her forehead, she would. There’s no hiding it. She’s utterly shameless when it comes to you. She wears your jacket 24/7, tells everyone off for talking shit about you, and brags in the most obnoxious way possible. When you walk into a room, her face immediately lights up, and if anyone tries to flirt with you? Van’s already there, arm possessively draped around your shoulders, ready to fight someone. Everyone knows you’re hers, and she loves that.
P — Pet Names ⟢ What do they call you?
Van’s pet names for you are equal parts sweet, sarcastic, and a little bit wild. Expect “babe” when she’s soft, “dumbass” when she’s teasing, and “hot stuff” when she wants to make you laugh. She loves seeing your reactions, whether it’s a smile, a blush, or a playful smack, and will switch up the nicknames just to keep you on your toes.
Q — Quirk ⟢ What is one of their quirks?
She never stops quoting movies and TV shows, sometimes ones no one else has heard of. She’ll say something random in the middle of a conversation and then smirk like, “Bet you don’t know that one.” She keeps a running mental playlist of her favorite lines and challenges you to catch the references. Bonus points if you get one right, she’ll actually smile, maybe even laugh, which is rare.
R — Romance ⟢ How romantic are they?
Van isn’t romantic in the traditional sense. She doesn’t do candlelit dinners or cheesy love notes. Her idea of romance is real, like pulling you close and comforting you after a tough day. She’ll make you ridiculous mixtapes or surprise you with tickets to your favorite band’s show.
S — Show Off ⟢ Do they like to show you off?
Van shows you off like you’re a trophy she just won at a championship. She’ll talk about you constantly, even when the conversation has nothing to do with you. “Oh, yeah, my s/o likes that movie.” She’ll tape polaroids of you on the inside of her locker, sneak away from the team to kiss you during practice, and wave at you from across the field, pointing you out to her teammates, even if they already know you’re there. You’re her favorite person in the world, and she wants everyone to know it.
T — Time ⟢ How quickly do they fall in love with you?
Van falls in love fast. Like, suspiciously fast. She knew after the first time you smiled at her. But she plays it cool, masks it with sarcasm, teases you to death, makes you think she’s just messing around. But every time she learns something new about you, it hits her like a truck. Your favorite snack? She remembers. Your bad days? She shows up.
U — Upset ⟢ How do they comfort you?
Van isn’t great with words, but when you’re upset? First, she tries to joke it away, “Wanna go egg someone’s house?” but if that doesn’t work, she drops the act and gets serious real fast. She pulls you into her chest, her arms wrapped tight, chin resting on your head. She lets you cry it out, lets you be quiet, lets you feel, without rushing it. When she does speak, it’s soft and low and real: “I’ve got you. I’m not going anywhere.” And she means it, every time.
V — Value ⟢ What do they value most about you?
Van values the hell out of your loyalty. Not the kind that’s loud or performative, but the quiet, constant kind, how you never flinch when she’s messy, how you stick around even when she’s being a pain in the ass. She notices the way you look at her like she’s more than what people think.
X — X-Ray ⟢ How easily can they read you?
Van reads you like an open book, no matter how hard you try to hide what you’re feeling, she can see it. One glance from her, and she knows if you’re upset, tired, or holding back. She doesn’t always say it out loud, but she acts on it, stepping in when you need space or pulling you close when you need comfort
Y — Yearning ⟢ How easily do they miss you?
Van misses you like it’s a physical ache. Two hours apart? She’s already calling your home phone just to hear your voice on the answering machine. when you get back? She’s clingy as hell, wrapping her arms around you and not letting go for hours.
Z — Zzzz ⟢ What are nights like with her?
Nights with Van are loud, warm and never quiet. She’s a restless sleeper, always shifting, mumbling, stealing the covers, sometimes waking you up with an elbow to the ribs or on purpose to whisper a joke she thought of.
kissing van’s bruises from practice no you are actually making me melt 😭
OKAY LIKE imagine she comes back from practice all beat up, busted knuckles, bruised knees, a random scrape on her cheek. She just grins like it’s nothing. Says something like “looks worse than it is, babe” while peeling off her hoodie and acting like she’s not in pain. Meanwhile you’re fussing over her, sitting her down, looking her over for more injuries and going “Seriously, Van?” And she’s like, “What? it’s not that bad.”
You kiss the bruise forming below the scrape on her cheek and she actually quiets down. Kinda tilts her head like she’s confused by how soft you’re being. Like she doesn’t think she deserves it. And then you kiss her busted up knuckles, one by one, and she’s just gone. I need her so bad.
