βTai canβt be final girl because Shaunaβs so ruthless!!β βTai canβt be final girl because Shaunaβs so powerful!!β βTai canβt be final girl because Shauna-β Taissa Audrey Turner beat the actual SHIT out of a WOLF with an AXE in season ONE. Taissa MOTHERFUCKING Turner gave Shauna ONE LOOK in season 3 and that bitch backed down like a dog with its tail between its legs. Taissa THE GOAT Turner has a literal vengeful evil murderous other self in her head that sheβs been battling the entirety of the show and the first thing they have EVER agreed on is that Shaunaβs bitchass has to die. And the two of them are now in an alliance with fucking mysterious fentanyl quigley over here in the corner. Shauna is one hundred percent toast are we for real
And donβt even act like itβs not pure racism that Tai isnβt even considered a contender for being alive at the end by half of this fandom. Sheβs incredibly smart, strong, and survival oriented, sheβs got this!! Yall give shauna too much credit for being a βruthless killerβ or whatever, sheβs not!
please please please do dana x residnet!reader the plot could be anythign you want !!
π£²post-shift hangout
β‘ : dana and you spend time together after one of your hardest shifts.
cw: reader referred to in second person, r1/intern!reader, post-pittfest (pittfest warnings apply), reader referred to as girl, hun, kid/kiddo, sweetheart. platonic relationship. fluff/angst.
β : short n sweet one! i'm so sorry i'm taking forever to write, i keep adding to all the different drafts i have but never post them. i get so nervous that i'm terrible at writing π
masterlist / rules
you rushed out of the emergency room as soon as you could. you needed air. you needed to break away from the shit-show that was inside. you lean against the wall in triage, slowly sliding down to sit on the ground. you hadn't even had the time to change out of your protective gear yet.
you tugged your gloves off, throwing them on the ground beside you. your breathing shaky as you slide your hands up to your forehead, rubbing the skin in attempt to settle your mind. "fuck..." you whisper to yourself. you had barely had time to process what you were dealing with earlier, too focused on treating the patients. but now that it had ended, the reality of it is dawning on you.
the blood, the panic, the crying patients. the sound of the wheels on the gurney you helped push into pedes. it was all clouding your mind. you knew there wasn't anything more you could've done, but it didn't stop you from feeling blame aching in your chest.
tears prick at your eyes, and you harshly try to wipe them away. you have tried to be strong, to avoid getting upset over patients every shift. but today was far too much for you, and you hated admitting that. you let out a shaky sob, burying your head in your fists, banging your forehead against them. the team had saved over one hundred people today. but six died. six.
you felt a hand grab yours, you looking up sharply. only to soften at the sight of dana. "hey kid... you're okay, stand up f'me." you begrudgingly did as you were told, if it were anyone else you'd tell them to fuck off. she gently pulled you into a hug, and you nestled your head into her shoulder. you hated how you needed the comfort. how easily you fell into her embrace.
she rubbed her hand against your back in circles before pulling back to look at you. "that was a lot. a lot harder than plenty of doctors deal with." you nod slowly, looking down, your jaw clenched in attempt to hold back more tears. "you don't have to hide that you feel sad, kid. this affects us all. i've worked here longer than you've been alive and it still hurts to see this." you gaze into her eyes. she smiles slightly, her hand coming up to gently wipe your tears.
"your shift's done, kiddo. so go up and get ready. i'll drive you home, 'kay?" you nod again, she smiles wider and pats your shoulder, "atta girl." she walks back inside and you slowly follow her.
you tug your protective gear off, ignoring the stares at the blood that still stains it. heading to your locker to discard your scrubs. you grabbed your bag, smiling stiffly at a few of your coworkers as you shrug your backpack on.
you quickly made your way to the parking garage. you put your headphones on, sighing as you play soft music. you stretched slightly, cracking your joints to relieve some pressure of the 15-hour shift. waiting for dana by her car. she drove you home often, her insisting on it after finding out the both of you live in the same direction.
you hang the headphones around your neck as dana walks up to you, unlocking her car for you. you shuffled into the passenger seat, buckling your seatbelt. she shut her door, doing the same before starting her car. it was silent as she reversed out of her spot, but you kind of preferred it that way right now. driving out of the parking garage of the hospital.
she glanced over at you before speaking, "are you hungry?" you looked down at your lap, fidgeting with a loose string of your shirt, shrugging. you had lost your appetite, but you knew you should probably eat. "kinda, i guess." your voice was small, a lot quieter than you usually were. she smiled softly, "i'm starving." you gazed over at her, she met your eyes for a moment before looking back at the road. "anything you feel like, hun?" you shrugged again, still out of it. "i don't mind..." she hummed, nodding.
you ended up stopping in at a diner, you had been here a few times. she switched the car off and looked over at you. "this okay?" you nodded and got out of the car, to which she followed. she led the way and found you a small booth to sit at together. she sighed and opened up a menu, deciding on what she wants. "lot of options, it all sounds good." her eyes glance at you over the menu. you can tell that she's not only trying to make you feel better, but trying to set her mind off today as well. it was sweet of her.
you browse through the options yourself, settling on an old reliable of yours. she grinned, "nice choice, think i may have the same." an older lady walked over and greeted the two of you. "what are we feelin' like today?" dana ordered for the both of you, even treating you to a milkshake. you raised an eyebrow at her as the waitress walked away. "i thought we could both do with a milkshake right now." you smiled slightly, which made hers grow bigger.
you sat there in a comfortable silence as you stared out the window. the night seemed so peaceful, like it was unaware of what went down a few hours ago. the smell of shitty coffee and fresh pie seemed to envelope your senses, the nostalgia of it comforting you.
before you knew it, the waitress returned with your order. setting down your meals and drinks. you smiled gratefully up at her before taking a bite. you hummed in content and quickly took another. at the taste of the food, your stomach rumbled snd your appetite kicked in tenfold.
dana smiled while watching you for a moment, glad to see you eating, and looking a little less down on yourself. she took a bite of her own and sighed, it was nice to have some company after today.
when you finished your meal, having cleaned the plate and your glass, dana fished in her bag and slapped cash onto the table. you counted in your head and realised she was paying for yours, "hey, i can pay for myβ" she put her hand up to stop you, shaking her head. "not tonight. i'm paying, hun." you quickly give up, knowing she is definitely not taking a no for an answer.
you both walk out of the little diner, dana rustles through her bag again. you raise an eyebrow curiously, "what are you looking for?" she held up her pack of cigarettes, putting one between her lips. "want one?" her voice is muffled around the cigarette in her mouth. you hesitate for a moment before nodding, taking one from the box. "thanks." she lit hers up with her lighter before coming closer, her hand shrouding your cigarette from the breeze as she lights it for you.
you take a long drag of it before exhaling the smoke, sighing in relief. she did the same, leaning against the bonnet of her car. you followed her lead and leant next to her. "a nurse and a resident smoking... not the best influences on health." she chuckled at your words, shrugging. "you should quit while you're young, kid." you huff and take another puff, tapping the ash off the tip. "you're the one who offered." she grinned over at you, pointing at you with the cigarette. "careful, missy."
you just smiled, tilting your head up to look at the sky. you were both in a comfortable silence, until you broke it again. "do you think we become stars when we die?" she frowned at your words, exhaling smoke, "that's not something you have to worry about now, hun." you shrugged, "it's just a question..." she hummed and joined you in looking up at the sky. "i like to think so. all of us getting to find peace after we go. i believe the big man would want that too." her spare hand touched her cross necklace.
"why do you ask?" she gazed over at you again. "i mean... after today, i just hope those people get to be comfortable now. happy... you know?" she nodded along, shuffling closer, covering your hand with hers and squeezing gently. "i'm sure they're alright now, hun. probably looking over their loved ones, and god looking over them." you meet her gaze, staring into each other's eyes silently. you smiled softly at her before looking down, taking another puff of your cigarette.
"you're a good kid, you know?" you look up at her again, eyebrows stitched together. "you have a good heart. good soul. a lot of people say otherwise..." she looks at you knowingly, she doesn't need to say his name for you to know exactly who she's talking about, "...but i think you need that for this job. empathy, care, love. you're going to be a very good doctor one day. i hope you know that." you smile slightly, looking away as you try to ignore the tears welling in your eyes.
she had no idea how much you needed to hear that. "thankyou, dana." you whisper tearfully. she smiled and pet your hand. "my pleasure, sweetheart."
hi!! i was wondering if you could possibly do a fic with mckay and a plus sized girl. thinking about butch cassie mckay body worship with a big girl makes me go crazy >///< I just don't see a lot of plus size reader x anyone so i've been starving π
π£²her own little slice of heaven
β‘ : cassie makes sure you understand that you're her everything.
cw: 18+, reader referred to in second person, body image issues, butch!mckay, service top!mckay, soft dom!mckay, body worship, oral sex (r!receiving), fingering (r!receiving), slight overstim.
β : i wrote this while at an emergency trip to the hospital π«£ i'm fine now but i was half asleep the entire time LMAO but even tired me knew i had to serve some plus-sized reader to you π«‘ (hopefully i will be getting to my other requests soon! i'm sorry it's been so slow π)
masterlist / rules
it was a hot summer's dusk, and yet you were currently cuddled impossibly close into cassie's side, regardless of the heat. you were both taking the opportunity of her day off as a chance to simply be together. you were able to go out for lunch earlier, before coming back home to binge-watch a show you both had been meaning to catch up on.
but one thing that ate at your brain was the pretty waitress that kept eyeing cassie while the two of you were eating earlier in the day. in your mind, she was physically flawless, and when she started subtly flirting with your butch, you felt your stomach drop. and all of a sudden, every insecurity you had worked through in the past came crashing down on you again.
you were distracted, unable to indulge in the series cassie had put on just for you. she always noticed the little things, namely when you needed comfort. even when you didn't know it yet.
you felt her gently squeeze your shoulder, urging you out of your daze. when you met her gaze, you could see her eyebrows stitched together, a slight frown on her face. "talk to me." she murmured, her eyes narrowing as if trying to pick your brain just from your expression.
you chew on your lip, averting your gaze and adjusting in your spot, suddenly restless. she gently lifts your chin in her hand, making you hold her gaze again. "cmon, none of that." she brushes the hair from your face tenderly, staring deep into your eyes.
your eyes flicker between hers, unable to stick to one. "it's nothing..." your voice is uncertain, all shaky as you look away. she picks up on it right away, her eyebrow curving in question now. "just.. that girl." her eyebrows furrow in confusion and concern at your whispered confession, and the way your face drops into that blue expression. "what girl?"
you meet her eyes hesitantly, her thumb now caressing your cheek as to keep your eyes on her. "the waitress." you whisper again, feeling those stupid tears burning.
logically, you know you shouldn't feel this way, this insecure over some stranger. cassie was devoted to you in every way. you knew that. but it didn't stop the increasingly louder voice in the back of your head from telling you otherwise. that she was out of your league, that you didn't and would never deserve her.
her expression falls, her lips parting to speak. "babyβ" you part from her arms, unable to hear her right now, standing up from the couch, "i'm fine, i just... i'm just going to sleep earlier tonight..." she quickly follows you into the bedroom, becoming progressively more desperate. she tugs on your hand, making you face her again. she steps closer and cups your cheeks. her voice is soft, quieter. "listen to me, at least. please?" she searches your face hastily. and when you don't move away she continues, gently sitting you down on the edge of the bed. "i don't know what it is you're thinking right now. but i know for a fact that i barely gave that girl the time of day. what's going on?" she gently pries, her hands letting go of you hesitantly as to try to give you your space.
you look down at your lap, slightly embarrassed to admit to your own insecurities. "she was beautiful..." cassie's head tilts. "and...?" you try to think of a way to answer this that doesn't make it seem like an asshole who doesn't trust their own partner. "she seems... i don't know... more like your type?" you glance at her for a spilt second before quickly looking away again, unable to hold her gaze. especially while knowing what you were saying was completely thoughtless.
you can almost hear the possibilities of the thoughts in her head, every worst case scenario swimming in your mind. she sits beside you as you're caught up in your own mind. "what makes you think that?" she interrupts your thoughts with the gentle question. you are taken aback slightly, because in reality, there isn't any logic behind it. just a stupid 'gut-feeling' that feels a lot closer to an inner saboteur.
she sighs softly when you can't come up with an answer. she takes your hands in her own, her larger hands encasing yours firmly. "i don't care what you believe, whatever it is you tell yourself... you're all i want. all i'll ever want." she leans in closer to hold your gaze, even as you try to look away. "there is not another person in this world that is more perfect for me than you are."
your jaw tenses as you fight back tears, looking down. you hear her sigh shakily "look at me baby, please." she pleads with you softly. you meet her gaze slowly. "what will it take for you to understand that you're everything i need?" her hands slide down to your shoulders, her fighting back the urge to shake you, to force some sense into you.
"i would do anything for you, honey. anything..." your breath hitches as she gets on her knees in front of you. she gazes up at you, her waterline shining with unshed tears. her eyes desperately gaping at your face. you swallow, your throat suddenly bone dry at the sight. you feel a tug at your heart. "cass..."
"i hate seeing you like this... fuck... i wish you could see yourself through my eyes." she whispers hoarsely, bowing her head as if praying by an altar. you bite your lip, looking away from her, and to the wall of the bedroom.
she nuzzles against your thigh, as she has done so many times before. "i love every inch of you..." she murmurs into your skin. her lips are parted as she glances up at you, that pleading, almost pathetic expression on her face. when you feel her eyes burning into you, you finally meet her gaze once again.
"...let me prove it to you?" her voice lowers, sounding less sure, wanting to make sure that you are okay with it.
you know what she's asking just by the look on her face. you let out a shaky breath. you could never deny her, not when she looks at you like you're the only thing that's keeping her tethered to the earth. her face relaxes before she leans up to capture your lips with her own. she cups your cheek, her lips moving with a silent longing, willing to do anything to make you feel better.
she breathes into you, her life-blood. she lets out a soft whimper as she gathers you closer.
her other hand finds your waist, gently guiding you to lay down, her solid form hovering over yours. she squeezes your waist, humming in approval at the feeling of your flesh in her grip. "god, you feel so good... so perfect." her tongue prods at your bottom lip, demanding entrance.
your lips part easily, already lost in her. you can feel her chain dangling against your skin, the way her hands start to wander. so desperate yet earnest and tender. her tongue explores your mouth freely, but instead of hunger it was more of a yearning to connect with you more, to become as close to you as physically possible.
you could catch a whiff of her cologne as she indulged in you, your hands tangling in her messy hair as your tongue starts to move against hers. she was so deliciously warm and musky, it was already overwhelming your senses.
she pulls back to look at you, brushing the wild hairs from your face. her gaze scans down your body, following the way her own hands trail down, and back up to your eyes. "can i take this off?" her voice is stronger now, having found her footing as she scales her hand along the hem of your top.
you breathe a soft yes, and she quickly works off your top. you squirm slightly as she straddles your hips, in a daze as she gapes down at your torso. you can feel the subtle bulge of her strap beneath her shorts. unable to resist grinding up against it.
you feel your skin tingle beneath her gaze, you had ditched your bra hours ago and with that, your skin was now open to her uninhibited worship.
you were beautiful, stunning, gorgeous, every possible word that could describe you still wasn't enough in her mind. you couldn't be more perfect, like you were handcrafted by the divine, with the utmost care, just for her.
the impact you had on her by simply laying beneath her was unbecoming. you unravelled her without a single touch or a single word, just by existing near her. her mouth fell dry at the sight of you. her gaze lingers on your bare chest, naturally. she takes in the way your breasts sit so beautifully. the way they moved hypnotically at a simple breath.
you shifted beneath her gaze again as it moved down your body, you couldn't help it. no matter how many times you had been stark naked in front of her, her eager eyes never failed to make you feel squirmy.
she let out a shaky breath at the softness of your waist that curled inward, like a guide to the round of your stomach. fuck. she felt a slight shiver go up her spine. your flesh, so malleable to her touch it always left her in a daze.
her finger traced from your shoulder, around your breast and down your side, sliding along the rolls that lay there. she could see why they were called love handles. because they were made for her to grab and by god did she love them.
she leans down pressing her lips against the corner of your parted lips, holding your gaze for a moment before following the line of your jaw and throat. "love every inch of you..." each kiss holding its own reassurance, its own yearning for you.
she nuzzled her nose into your skin, inhaling the now faint scent of your perfume in addition to the musk of your own sweat from the hot day. "you even smell like you were made for me..." she let out a soft hum before continuing her way down past your collarbone.
she glanced up at you, silently checking in, seeing no abstaining from your expression, she proceeded along your breasts, her face now smushed against the soft mounds. she lightly pressed her tongue against the skin, trailing a line over the surface before flicking her tongue around and against your nipple.
your breath hitched at the feeling, letting out a slight whine at the stimulation. you felt her release an intentional puff of air onto your spit-slicked nub, making you shiver slightly. she adjusts her position to treat the other the same, tracing her tongue around your other nipple and taking in the way you shudder.
"so perfect..." she pulls back just to admire your breasts again, now marked with her own saliva. she shuts her eyes as she leans in to press more kisses down the center of your torso, committing the way your tummy clenches beneath her tender lips to memory.
her movements were achingly slow, and so achingly tender. not wasting any second, and making sure to worship you properly. like a good butch should.
she peeled your shorts down past your navel until they sat under your stomach. she bit her lip at the sight of your stomach hanging over your shorts, practically salivating. it was so erotic, it felt like a forbidden secret to be able to see you like this. knowing that others couldn't handle you the way she could. couldn't worship you like she could.
she nips at your stomach, leaving her mark. she's smiling against the skin, dazed. her head is foggy and dumb, only one thing on her mind. but she continues down, skating past your shorts and to your thighs. she presses kisses all the way down to your ankle, holding your leg in her hand so reverently. "love every bit of you, head to toes."
she crawls back up your body. her hands leaving you with one last caress of your stomach, unable to hold back her craving any longer. "i want to taste you, baby. can i make you feel good?" she meets your eyes desperately. you nod quickly, too eager to care how pathetic you looked now.
she pries your legs apart and up, tugging your shorts and underwear down impatiently. she throws them to the side, not caring where they land as her eyes take in your cunt. the thicket of hair so inviting, and your mound deliciously plump, like a feast waiting to be devoured. perfect.
with her gaze never leaving you, she adjusts herself between your legs, situating them over her shoulders. "such a pretty pussy." she mumbles as her thumbs rest over your lips before spreading them apart, now getting a good look at your slit. it was a sight to behold, your clit swollen with arousal, now peeking out from beneath its hood, and your hole clenching under her gaze. and the slick coating every inch.
she groans embarrassingly loud at the sight, holding herself back from burying herself between your thighs without coming up for air. so, she mouths at your mound, her chin narrowly avoiding bumping against your clit. "will never get tired of you." she leans down to drag her tongue against your lips, teasing around your slit.
you moan in response, your hand finding her hair and combing back her bangs. "fuck... cass!" she hums in response, unable to resist a better taste, dragging her tongue through your slit but not fully touching the flesh. your hips buck into her mouth in an attempt to get her to touch you properly, but she pulls back before you can.
you whine at the loss of her, your hand clenching roughly in her hair instinctively. she grunts at the feeling, throbbing between her thighs. she lets you guide her back into your cunt, reaching her tongue out to explore from your hole to your clit.
your back arches almost painfully as she finally swirls her tongue around your clit. you faintly hear her moan through the pounding of your ears. "you taste s'good." she mumbles into you, her words slurring together from being drunk in you. her hands squeeze your thighs, groping them enthusiastically and groaning at the feeling of you.
she lays her tongue flat, dragging over your clit while savouring the taste of your wetness. her nose buries into your mound, inhaling your scent. you gasp as she tugs you closer, her eyes are shut in concentration as she laps at your folds, collecting every drop of your slick to worship.
she unwillingly lets go of your thighs, tracing her fingers along the inner skin, leading up to your cunt. she wraps her lips around your clit, sucking it lightly into her mouth before gently thrusting a finger into you.
you let out a helpless moan, your hand gripping her hair tighter, your other hand fisting the sheets. she takes her time, her finger curling up into a come hither motion, with her tongue lashing against you, "you even sound perfect..."
you adjust and lift your head up to finally get a glimpse of cassie between your thighs. she looks just as wrecked as you feel, her bangs sticking to her forehead with a heady mix of her sweat and your slick. her tank top is clinging to her torso with sweat, slightly translucent at her lower back. she's subconsciously humping the bed as she tastes you, moaning into you which draws more needy sounds from your lips. her face is shining with you, almost hypnotised, like her body is acting on its own will.
her tongue explores the entirety of you, with a thirst akin to a fish out of water. she lifts her head, as if sensing your gaze, her eyes meet yours. they're glazed over yet sharp, so locked onto your pleasure. "you're so fucking beautiful..." she whispers, yearning for you to feel it too.
it tugs at your chest, how adoring her words are. paired with the way she becomes more desperate with her movements after eye contact, makes your thighs quiver by her ears as you're pushed closer and closer to your high. your head is filled with a delicious mix of your and cassie's moans as she tastes you, and the symphony of obscene squelching from her spit and your wetness combining.
she feels you clench around her finger and inserts another, torturously increasing her pace. she presses them up against your g-spot eliciting louder moans from you. your hips buck into her, a wail spilling out as she latches onto your clit again, sucking hard. her voice is a desperate whisper, "please come for me, baby. need to taste you so fuckin' bad..."
your thighs trap her head against you as your back arches, coming with an even louder wail. you can feel her panting against you, now coated in you, but she never falters, guiding you through your orgasm. her spare hand tugs your thighs tighter around her head, moaning as they squeeze tighter in overstimulation. "that's it pretty girl... just for me... fuck." her movements slowly becoming more sloppy as she slurps down every drop of you.
you squeal incoherently, unable to form words as cassie continues licking into you hungrily. tears well in your eyes, overwhelmed by the many sensations she's providing you with. but, she can barely hear you over the thighs blocking her ears, and her own mumblings of praise.
that is until you haul her head away by her hair. she grunts as you do, frustrated that she was stopped after being so content on staying there as long as humanly possible. she slips her fingers out, cleaning them off routinely. she licks her lips as if to savour your taste now that she has been parted from you. when she opens her eyes to meet yours, her expression softens at the sight of you, flushed, hair messy and panting, with tears lining your eyes.
"oh baby..." she murmurs, crawling up towards you, instantly curling you up into her arms. "you okay?" she searches your face, wanting to make sure you're comfortable. when you give her a tired nod, she cuddles even closer to you, guiding your head to rest on her shoulder. instantly forgetting her lust for you.
she rests her forehead on your head, breathing roughly. you sit in a warm silence for a while. her hand gently caressing your side as you go slack into her arms. "i love you... so much." she whispers into your hair, her arms tightening to emphasise her words. "i will say it however many times you need to hear it."
you bite your lip in an attempt to not be emotional again, but you can't help it. not when she's this sweet on you. as you cry into her arms, she holds you firmly into her chest, always being the stability you need, the reassurance you need. as you start to settle, wiping your tears on her shirt, she speaks up again.
"why would i even look at another woman when i have you?" she pulls back to stare at you again, her voice awfully soft. she reaches down to grab your hand, her fingers gripping onto yours for dear life. "i love everything about you." you lift your gaze to look at her, tears already threatening to spill again. her voice shakes with emotion, especially while seeing your tears. "i love your smile and the way your eyes crinkle when you do. i love your laugh. i love how you hide your head in my shoulder when you're embarrassed. i love hearing my name come from your mouth..." her eyes flicker to your lips longingly.
"i love how grumpy you get when you're tired. how you get all pouty when you can't get what you want." she chuckles softly, her thumb tracing your knuckles as she meets your eyes again. "you're so fucking beautiful, that it's almost incomprehensible to me sometimes." she whispers wistfully. "you are my world, my everything."
she buries her head into your hair, inhaling the smell of your shampoo that she loved. "you deserve to feel beautiful. to feel proud of who you are. how amazing you are. and i hate that you can't see it. that some people will never see you like i do." she squeezes your hand, pressing a kiss to your scalp. "i cannot wait to worship until my final breath."
it's gone silent, but it's a comforting silence. her touch so loving, it doesn't even need words to accompany it. she moves to press a desperate kiss to your knuckle. a tear escaping her closed eyes.
you sniffle slightly, wiping your stray tears with your spare hand. "i'm sorry... i feel so stupid for being like this and it's not that i don't trust you or anything i justβ" she quickly cuts off your rambling, tilting your head up with her spare hand, capturing your lips in hers once again. you instantly melt into it, your hand resting on her chest. her spare hand tangles in your hair slightly before she pulls back to look at you, her thumb coming up to swipe at more of your tears.
"i know. but please don't say sorry. not for that." she whispers and presses a kiss to the corner of your lips. you can still feel her breath puffing against your face as your eyes flicker to her mouth, your own craving starting to warm your body.
hiii i wanted to request a munch trinity santos x reader if thats possible tyty in advance π
β‘ : trinity needs to destress after a shift, luckily, she knows the perfect way to do that.
cw: 18+, reader referred to in second person, swearing, thigh riding, oral (r!receiving).
β : first request in a long time, who cheered!!! enjoy, anon ;)
masterlist / rules
you were waiting, impatiently at this point, for trinity to get back home. the last text she sent you was two hours ago, a simple "gonna be late tonight, love you." you could hear the soft rain pattering against the apartment's windows, usually a great sleep aid, but you were too busy missing your girlfriend. you huff and nuzzle into her pillow, overthinking all the possibilities of why she could be late, a bad habit of yours. you didn't want to annoy her by spamming messages, but you really were worried, she usually texts you by now. even when she's late.
you jolt up in bed as you hear keys jingling into the lock of the apartment door. you slide off the edge, padding across the apartment as trinity enters. a visibly tired trinity. your eyebrows furrow in worry as you move closer. she offers you a small smile. "hey, you." she wraps an arm around your waist as she sets her bag down on the couch. "sit down," you drag her to sit next to you on the couch. "how was work?" you chew nervously on your lip. she shrugs in response, tugging you closer. "busy." you hum as she rests her forehead against your shoulder. your hand habitually moves to her hair, combing through the soft locks.
"i made dinner, i could heat it up for you-" she shakes her head, sighing softly. "not hungry. just... stay for now." her hand squeezes your waist slightly as she hides her face in your neck now. you gasp softly as she tugs you into her lap. "missed you." she mumbles against your skin, before pressing small kisses up the line of your neck. your head tilts back instinctively, your lips parting as she nips the skin. "mmm... how much did you miss me?" you murmur, your hand tightening slightly in her hair. she smiles against your skin, it seems that fatigue didn't last very long.
the sound of rain hitting the windows fill up the air alongside the soft sounds the both of you are making. trinity's hand trails up your thigh before squeezing the flesh. she pulls back to look up at you. "was stressed all day. i wish you were there." she gently brushes the hairs from your face, her gaze moving across your features. she cups your cheek before leaning in. you let out a needy sound as her lips crash into yours. your hand holds her wrist, your thumb tracing circles on the inside of it. your other hand resting on her shoulder. she lets out a hum of approval as you grind down onto her thigh. she takes the opportunity to push her tongue against yours. the kiss quickly turns from zero to one hundred, your breathing labored as she licks into your mouth hungrily.
she pulls back, her eyes almost glazed over. "need you... you're gonna let me, right?" her hand glides up from your thigh to grip your hip, guiding you to keep grinding down onto her. her lips are parted as she watches you in wonder. god, you were so beautiful like this. your eyes shut, lips wet with her spit. all hers.
you open your eyes and nod quickly before leaning down to eagerly capture her lips again. she groans and her nails accidentally dig into your skin as she grinds you against her thigh. "just like that, baby... just like that. fuck, i love you." she pants between kisses. her hand slides under your sleep shirt, humming in content as she slides her hand up your side. you shiver in her grip, her fingers swiping against a ticklish spot. she lets out a breathless chuckle at the feeling. she nips your bottom lip gently before pulling back.
you whine slightly as she grips your hip even tighter again, halting your movements. you huff out a breath of annoyance at her shit-eating grin. "why'd you stop?" you pant, your hands tightening on her shoulders. "don't want you to cum yet." you groan at her words. "so annoying..." you turn and try to slide off her lap but she catches you, pulling you back against her chest. "nuh-uh. don't run from me." she rests her chin on your shoulder, looking up at your face. her eyes track your tongue as it glides over your lips, wetting them. "fuck..." she whispers beneath her breath, hoisting you up and gently laying you down on the couch, she straddles your hips as she leans in to connect her lips with yours once again.
she's insatiable when it comes to you. your hands grab at her desperately, trying to tug her shirt off. she catches your hands, linking your fingers with her own, pinning them against the couch's arm above your head. you grunt in annoyance. "trin-"
she pulls back to gaze down at you, "just let me take care of you... please?" she has that pleading look in her eyes that you just can't seem to say no to. you let out a huffy breath before nodding. "fine." you mumble softly. she smiles in triumph and leans down to kiss you again, letting go of your hands. you hum into the kiss, your hands cupping her cheeks.
one of her hands glides down your side, exploring your form so tenderly it almost tickles. she urges your thigh up, settling herself closer until your bodies are completely pressed together. her lips trail down your neck, leaving the skin with one little nip. she sits up, hands settling on your hips, teasing the waistband of your sleep shorts. "can i take these off now?" she tilts her head, her eyebrow raised, just waiting for you to say yes to her.
and when you do, she grins and starts to tug them, and. your panties off, dropping them to the floor as she settles yourself between your thighs. she kisses under your belly button, making her way down until she's just above your mound. she traces a finger around your slit, not yet touching you where you want. she hums in delight as she spreads your folds open, seeing you dripping for her.
you feel yourself twitch, her intentful staring akin to physical touch. she hooks her arms around your thighs, tugging you right into her mouth. licking a stripe from your hole upwards, narrowly avoiding your clit. you groan at the feeling, your hand clenching in her hair. she meets your gaze over your stomach and smiles before burying herself into you. you moan helplessly as she laps hungrily at your folds, making obscene slurping sounds as she takes in your wetness.
she groans at the taste of you, "you taste so fuckin' good, baby." her nose nudges against your clit as her tongue pokes at your entrance. you can't help but let out a symphony of moans at the feeling. your hips bucking into her mouth. one hand holds your hips down as she licks into you messily, smearing your slick all over the bottom half of her face.
you whine at the sight, her pulling back to lick her lips as if savoring the best meal of her life. she doesn't hesitate, diving back in to continue to tease around your clit. you writhe beneath her as she keeps missing your clit, she knows what she's doing and you never fail to fall right into her trap. "for fuck's sake trinity! please! please just-" she grins at your begging and wraps her lips right around it, cutting off your words as you release a desperate moan. you're incoherent at this point, and you can feel her smiling against you. she sucks lightly on your clit, flicking her tongue against so deliciously, your hole clenching in need.
she pants into your cunt, not daring to part from you, not when she can tell you're getting close already. your eyes shut tightly, your hips bucking wildly. she presses a hand against your stomach, feeling the way it tenses beneath her hand. she shoves her tongue inside you then comes back up to scrape her teeth against your clit. your thighs tremble, only getting closer and closer to your peak.
the room around you is hot, only adding to the inescapable heat of your oncoming high. she's relentless, even when you're tugging roughly at her hair. she just moans at the feeling, seeing you so desperate for her. all enough to get her off. she presses down harder on your stomach, "cum f'me. please." she mumbles into you, latching straight onto your clit and sucking hard.
you wail, your back arching painfully as your orgasm shakes through your frame, your thighs clenching, trapping her head against you. she mumbles praises against your skin, her hands stroking your thighs, gently guiding you through your orgasm.
once you stop shaking she pries your thighs from around her head, leaving one loving kiss on your sensitive clit before sitting up. she gazes up at your face with a dazed smile on her own. "you okay?" she asks, leaning over to brush hairs away from your sticky-slicked forehead.
you nod tiredly, finally open your eyes to meet her stare. her smile warms. "there she is." she chuckles and pats your thigh. you bite your lip at the sight of her. her face wet with your slick, her cheeks slightly red and her hair a rough mess. she looked beautiful.
you huff out a laugh, "do you feel better now, at least?" she nods quickly, her smile widening in pride and pure glee. "the best." you gently wipe off some of your slick from her cheeks, to which she wraps her lips around it enthusiastically. she hums at the flavor, pulling back to smack her lips obnoxiously. "mmm, my favorite." you roll your eyes playfully in response, "you're such a dork." she only smiles, too happy to complain, "too bad you love it." already eagerly leaning down to kiss you, and you're both smiling into the kiss, so lost in each other again β‘
i believe i've said this before but the ONLY reason jackieshauna is more popular than taivan in the yellowjackets fandom is because taivan isn't two feminine white women.
if it were the other way around, if jackie and shauna were black and butch, nobody would give a fuck about the heart eyes they gave each other.
i can't count how many times i have seen comments saying "i just don't like taissa" or "taissa's a terrible person" and then them not being able to name one reason as to why they feel that way. because simply put, they are fucking racist.
and don't even get me started on the butch erasure too...
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