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Yellowjackets take New York

synopsis: you have a crush on van palmer. van palmer has a crush on taissa turner. and taissa turner has a crush on you. what could possibly go wrong when the yellowjackets all go on a week long trip to nyc??

pairing: van palmer x reader (elements of taissa turner x reader)

You're best friends with Lottie Matthews and close with Jackie Taylor and Shauna shipman

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part 9. …or so everyone thought

taglist: @ningeology @vanpalmertruther

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But gp van with cis tai x house wife reader. They both are dominant over reader but tai is dominate over van. Sometimes tai just watches reader and van while directing the scene

okay BUT what about tai walking in on her gfs…? (my first taivan x reader fic, who cheered?? nsfw content so mdni!!)

you honestly hadn’t meant to get started without tai. the plan was to wait. you and van had been home all day, lounging in bed, folding laundry in one of van’s old tees, padding barefoot across the kitchen floor while dinner simmered on the stove, waiting.

waiting too long.

tai had kissed you both goodbye before leaving that morning. polished in her navy-blue suit, she’d even let van tug her back into bed for a little while longer, grumbling about not having time until she got pouty and you joined in, trailing your fingers up tai’s thigh under the covers. it didn’t take much more convincing.

van had climbed into her lap, already getting hard. a sight tai couldn’t refuse, so her hand slipped between van’s legs, and you lay beside them, stroking her hair, listening to her come while tai murmured that it’d have to hold the two of you over for the day.

“be good,” she’d said with a final kiss. “i’ll be home before dinner.” you’d nodded solemnly, maybe a bit too sure of yourselves.

by the time it started getting late, tai still hadn’t shown up and van was getting restless. she was supposed to be helping with dinner, but instead kept brushing against you. at first, she played it off as an accident, then she started grinding harder. that led to making out, which then led to you on your knees in the kitchen, taking her deep down your throat under the pretense that it’d stop there, that it was just to blow off (no pun intended) some steam until tai got home.

“we’ll stop after,” van promised, even as she pushed her cock between your lips. except you hadn’t stopped there.

now you’re in her lap on the living room couch, moaning with every upward grind of her hips. your dress is discarded somewhere behind you, no panties, because van had asked you not to wear any today, smiling as she whispered how good it would feel to just slide right in when the time came. her mouth is everywhere it can reach, hungry like she’s starving for you.

van is buried deep inside you, stretching you so full it leaves you dizzy, while her hand moves between your legs, playing in the slick mess she’s made.

you’re squirming against her, rocking down with gasping breaths, when the lock clicks and the door down the hall creaks open.

you freeze, mortified to have been caught. van, on the other hand, doesn’t. she just grins and tips her head toward the door like she knew the timing would work out this way.

“hi, baby,” she calls lazily, glancing back down between your legs with a groan as your body involuntarily tightens around her.

you feel tai’s presence long before you see her; the sharp click of her heels on the hardwood, six steps exactly before she must be standing in the doorway. “oh,” you hear her sigh from behind your arched back. “i didn’t realize i was interrupting”

van’s hands stay firm on your hips, making it impossible to squirm away. “oops,” she says, not sounding sorry at all.

you risk a glance over your shoulder. taissa stands in the doorway in her work clothes: dark slacks, pressed shirt open at the collar, blazer slung over her arm, keys still dangling from one finger.

her eyes travel slowly over the scene, from your flushed cheeks and van’s cock nestled deep inside you, to the tossed pillows on the floor. her gaze lingers, then one brow lifts.

van throbs at the sight of her, twitching against your walls, and you clench instinctively, which makes her swear under her breath.

“seriously?”

“you said you’d be home an hour ago!”

“i said i had a meeting.”

van shrugs. “we got bored.”

tai steps into the room, setting her bag down. “you got impatient.” her eyes cut to you. “and you just let her?”

you nod, cheeks burning.

“she’s good at asking nicely,” van says, dragging her herself through your folds to prove her point. tai watches the movement, gritting her teeth. eventually, she lets her keys clink onto the entry table, then peels off her blazer.

van leans in again, nuzzling behind your ear with a chuckle. “she missed you,” she murmurs, locking eyes with tai over your shoulder.

“i can see that,” tai says dryly, rolling her sleeves up.

van rocks her hips again, a teasing thrust, and you cry out, more from surprise than anything else, though tai catches the sound. her gaze narrows down to where van moved as she steps right up to the couch, towering above both of you.

“get her up,” she instructs van.

van groans but obeys, carefully guiding you off her lap. your legs shake as you stand, weak from the loss of being so perfectly stretched around her, and you wobble straight into tai’s arms.

her hands close around your waist, grounding you. she doesn’t seem in the mood for the usual punishment today. “baby,” she murmurs, dipping her head to brush her lips over your temple, “you were supposed to wait.”

you whimper, too close to your orgasm to bother forming a coherent sentence. one minute more, and taissa would’ve walked in on you cumming all over van. van, who now tugs you back slightly to admire the slick still dripping down your thighs.

“not her fault,” she offers, shamelessly gaping. “i was the one who couldn’t help myself.”

“yeah,” tai agrees. “i can see that too.”

then she moves, maneuvering you back onto the couch, this time lying you down properly across the cushions. tai settles beside you, loosening the last button at her collar. “van,” she says expectantly.

“yeah?”

“you made the mess. clean it up.”

van doesn’t need to be told twice. still hard, she sinks to her knees between your legs, starting with a long lick up your folds, broad tongue dragging through your arousal, savoring every drop.

you cry out again, muffled behind your hand until tai gently pulls it away and threads her fingers through yours.

“no hiding,” she reminds you.

van’s tongue moves expertly, spreading you apart and circling your clit while her fingers dig possessively into your thighs, making your eyes roll back in your head.

“you like this?” tai murmurs, watching your face shift. “letting her taste you while i watch?”

you head nods, helplessly, and van moans against you in response, sounding like she needs you to know how much she loves it too, your taste on her tongue while coated root to tip in your wetness.

as van begins to fuck you open, her mouth relentless, taissa stays pressed close to your side, cool fingers brushing over your nipples and a hand guiding your hips into each grind of van’s mouth. “good girls,” she praises lowly. “my good girls, both of you.”

you don’t realize how close you are until van’s fingers slip inside you alongside her tongue. just like that, you’re gone, crying out tai’s name as you come.

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don't judge a fic by its stats

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Yellowjackets take New York (smau)

synopsis: you have a crush on van palmer. van palmer has a crush on taissa turner. and taissa turner has a crush on you. what could possibly go wrong when the yellowjackets all go on a week long trip to nyc??

pairing: van palmer x reader (elements of taissa turner x reader)

You're best friends with Lottie Matthews and close with Jackie Taylor and Shauna shipman

A/N - updates might be a little slower going forward sorry. i’m not having the best time rn so we’ll see

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part 8. all is forgiven…

taglist: @ningeology @vanpalmertruther

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How it feel to finally accept and embrace the cringe of reading x reader fics

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REBLOG POSTS❗❗ COMMENT ON FICS❗❗COMPLIMENT FANART ❗❗LEAVE LITTLE NOTES IN THE TAGS❗❗ BOOKMARK FICS YOU LIKE❗❗ TELL AUTHORS WHAT YOU LIKED ABOUT THEIR FICS❗❗COMMENT ON DECADE OLD FICS ❗❗ADD YOUR OWN ANALYSIS IN LONG POSTS❗❗ENGAGE❗❗ INTERACT❗❗ BUILD A COMMUNITY ❗❗

While people don't post for engagement, it certainly doesn't do any harm..

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really is bizarre the way fandoms largely do not like women at ALL. it’s been happening for ages but when you see people straight up just hating on women characters more often now (+ the general rise in misogyny) and then you come on here and everyone’s just pretending women don’t even EXIST in any media ever. it’s like that’s not much better. fandom isn’t activism but it does reveal people’s internal biases. like women being excluded, sidelined and erased in everythingggg. people will take characteristics that are compelling in a female character and give it to a man in fan content just so they don’t have to engage with a woman ever. fics, fan art, ships, etc. a hollywood produced movie/tv show won’t even sideline a woman as much as the average fandom blogger will

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I feel like this is an unpopular opinion, but more people should read incomplete/unfinished/in-progress fanfics.

I've noticed this huge trend where creators on tiktok and tumblr who will be explaining how to use Archive Of Our Own to new users and they always say "and make sure to scroll down and click completed only" or how people will go out of their way to mention they only read completed fics 'because they were traumatized when they forgot to check the dates and didn't realize this fic hadn't been updated since 2012'.

The thing is - I think by not engaging with and/or actively avoiding writer's WIPs readers are potentially adding to the aggregate of abandoned works. Now this obviously isn't the case for all abandoned fics, anything from major life events, to loss of interest, to getting busy can be a reason for a fic getting abandoned - but at least on some level I just know that writers are quitting while they're ahead when they aren't garnering any response or feedback because reading WIPs has become unpopular. If you're worried about reading something that hasn't been updated since 2012 then you can use the date updated function to sort out old fics.

Anyways, support your favorite fanfic writers by engaging with their WIPs.

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DREAMS

kinktober day whatever the fuck it is — thigh riding and wet dream — lottie matthews x fem!reader bc even tho i try writing gn reader i cant handle not writing “good girl” because it makes me so it so i just i just cant cope — this is possibly my best smut but it’s not proofread

You lowered down onto her thigh, moaning. Her bare skin on your core sent you almost into hysterics. It felt so good, she was sucking bruises onto your neck, and the string of praises she whispered into your ear every time you moaned was like the blessings of god given over and over in the gentle tone of her voice.

“So good for mommy,” she purred, “you’re so beautiful like this, look at the mess you’re making on mommy’s thigh.”

You moaned, looking down, and—

Your eyes fluttered open, and you were faced with the devil of the sun coming in through the curtains. You were a bit disoriented for a moment, the contents of your dream so real in your mind that it took you a moment to figure out that all of it had been a dream.

“Fuck,” you whispered, barely audible, rolling over from your side onto your back. You wanted it to have been real so bad, it had been so perfect.

You looked beside you. Lottie was still asleep, facing you on her side. You watched her closely, she was so gorgeous even in sleep, her dark hair perfectly splayed over her shoulders. She’d slept naked, both of you had after the night you’d had together before, and your eyes couldn’t help but wander to what was visible of her chest above the blankets.

Her eyes fluttered open and you looked away, feeling your cheeks grow warm as embarrassment crept up your chest. You didn’t have wet dreams often, and when you did you certainly didn’t tell anyone about them, and you knew how guilty you probably looked watching her sleep.

“Morning,” she said softly, and a smile tugged at your lips.

“Morning,” you said, a bit more awkward than you would’ve liked. Visions from your dream kept running through your mind uncontrollably, and you could only imagine how wet you were.

“You okay?” She asked, scooting closer to you and wrapping an arm around your waist. “Were you watching me sleep?” She asked, her tone playful.

“No, just for a second, but no, not really,” you said, stumbling through your answer.

“What were you thinking about?”

You didn’t respond, sighing and shaking your head.

“Tell me,” she said, teasing you, a mischievous smile staining her lips. Her hand ran up and down your bare abdomen, distracting you.

“Lottie,” you protested, still embarrassed.

“What, baby? You weren’t so shy last night, were you?” She asked, trailing her hand over the hickeys covering your neck and chest. “Tell me what’s going on in that pretty head of yours.”

After a moment you relented. “You were in my dream,” you said quietly, claiming her full attention.

“Yeah? What was I doing?”

You bit your lip, hesitating again.

“Oh,” she said, realizing. She sat up, straddling your hips, and your breath hitched. “So dirty, dreaming about me fucking you. What was I doing to you, gorgeous?”

“I was on your thigh,” you admitted, and while you were still a bit embarrassed there was a morbid satisfaction that came from your humiliation in retelling the dream to her as she straddled you naked, looming over you like a goddess. “You were telling me how good I was, how pretty I was…”

“Yeah? You like being a good little slut for mommy, don’t you?”

You nodded, hands falling to her thighs as she leaned down to kiss you. She was intoxicating, and every time she kissed you it overcame every one of your senses completely. She owned you in every way and you loved it, you lived off it.

She pulled away, suddenly moving off of you. A bit confused, you whined, watching as she sat back against the headboard.

“Come here, baby,” she said, patting her lap.

Your heart did flips in your chest, and the adrenaline of it pooled between your legs, your clit throbbing.

You straddled her lap, pulling her into a kiss, one of her hands weaving into your hair as she adjusted her leg and moved you to hover above her thigh.

“Look at me,” she ordered, and you met her gaze as she grabbed your hips and lowered you down onto her thigh. “Keep your eyes on me, I want to see how pretty you look when you ride my thigh.”

You moaned, eyes trained on her as you began to grind on her thigh. Any thoughts about the dream you’d had disappeared, for this was so much better, and nothing could replicate or replace the feeling of you slipping on her thigh, the friction so perfect but still not quite enough to get you to cum.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so wet,” she purred, flexing her thigh, and you moaned. “Making such a mess for mommy, aren’t you?”

“Mommy, please…” you whined, and quickened your pace, not entirely sure what you were asking for but knowing that you needed something. It wasn’t enough, you needed her to touch you, to fuck you until you were in tears.

“‘Please,’ what, sweet girl?”

“I need you to touch me,” you breathed, “it’s not enough, I can’t…”

Lottie shook her head, hands clamping your hips as she guided you on her thigh. “Yes you can, love. This is what you wanted, hm? You dreamed about it all night, baby, and you woke up so desperate for it, so now you’re going to be a good girl and ride mommy’s thigh until you cum.”

You moaned, nodding. You would always do what she wanted, any will of your own went out the window when she called you her good girl, when she dangled the promise of euphoria just out of your reach.

You rode her harder, trying desperately to catch your release but it evaded you. You whined, your head dropping to the crook of her neck, and her hand came up to your back, holding you against her as you continued to chase your orgasm.

“You’re doing so good for me, princess,” she praised. “Keep going, baby, I know you’re so close.”

You whimpered, keeping your pace but you were tired, and you were so focused on the pleasure overcoming you that the rhythm of your hips became erratic and every time you came close to release you lost it.

Without warning Lottie flipped you over. You gasped when she slipped two fingers into you, the heel of her hand rubbing against your clit. She murmured praises into your ear but you could hardly hear them, the sound of her voice and the feeling of her fingers inside of you getting you to the edge again.

“Cum for me, pretty girl,” she whispered, and you came undone, your back arching off the bed as your orgasm rushed over you in a wave. You moaned, hips jerking into her hand as you rode it out, so much better than anything you could have dreamed up.

When it finally passed, you slumped into the pillows, wrapping your arms around her. Lottie kissed you gently, pulling you to lay on top of her, your head resting on her chest and one of your legs thrown over her hips. You were so tired, you’d only woken up a little while ago, and looking at the clock you hadn’t realized how early it was.

“Get some rest, my darling,” Lottie said softly, and after a moment a mischievous smirk passed over her lips. “In a few hours, maybe you’ll have dreamed up something else for us to try.”

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A/N: i really hope i just murdered the sapphics with this one im pretty proud of it lmk what u thought love u my whores

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werewolf lottie🥺 werewolf lottie with dick and knot and stuff and she's our girlfriend🥺imagine they're having sex and reader just teasing her so much her cock is aching in her boxers and she's just losing her patience and pins reader into mattress and fucks her soo good. all growling and biting reader's neck, making reader squirm and whine and sob until they're both cum because of lottie who was chasing her own pleasure because of reader. oh that's the fucking tease🥺

WEREWOLF LOTTIE!! wolp :P

NSFW - MDNI

the rut was way worse then ovulating or stupid period. you couldn’t fix it by pills or one time fucking. no, having werewolf as a girlfriend meant that you were obligated to fuck with her for the whole damn week. your poor holes ;( but it’s not her fault! nothing else worked, okay?

you knew something was up when few days ago, you came back to your dorm room, and she was already sitting there. her tail was wagging fast, thumping against the pillow. her ears were flat, and she was looking at you with those big brown eyes. her hips were moving frantically against your goddamn pillow. there was large spot on her jeans. she was leaking so fucking bad from only humping the soft fabric.

“please,” she turned into whiny mess the moment she saw you, ripped between pouncing on you, and chasing her own pleasure as she was fucking your pillow. her tail was wagging faster. ears flattered even more as she was squirming in place. “it’s…i need you, okay?” she was whimpering, squeezing fabric tight between her legs.

while you were still standing, flashed by the sight in front of you, she whined like a wounded animal. like the fact that you’re here and not touching her, physically pains her. “it hurts so bad,” she pouted, glancing at the wet spot on her jeans.

and that’s how you ended up here, sitting on her lap, watching her squirming underneath you, whining and growling. she hasn’t got any release today yet, so she was all whiny and achy. especially when after few days you decided to tease her about the whole thing. you couldn’t really help yourself! she was so sweet with those fluffy ears, wagging tail and pout on her face.

she was moving, pinned by you to the mattress, while you were lazily grinding against her aching cock. she was only in her boxers, leaking so much that you felt sticky pre-cum on your panties.

her aching cock was rubbing your entrance so right that it made you bite your lip. her fingers were digging so hard in soft flesh of your hips that you were sure that she’s going to leave marks there.

it was cruel, honestly. teasing her when she’s all needy and almost crying there, trying desperately to push her length deep inside you, breed you…

“you good?” you asked, knowing that she’s being far from good. her tail wrapped somehow around the small of her back. she huffed at you, making sound that was weirdly similar to bark.

“no…” she growled under hear breath, wriggling to slide somehow her covered cock inside you. her ears flattered as she couldn’t make it. she wrinkled her nose and furrowed her brows, making herself look even more like a puppy.

you smiled, feigning sweetness. you were enjoying this shit way too much. you tapped her nose, laughing, and gaining eyes roll from her. she was looking at you all frustrated and pissed off.

“oh c’mon, labradoodle,” you teased even more, making her growl at you again, but the way her tail started to wagging told you another story.

“don’t call me like that,” she tried to sound rough or maybe even harsh, but it came out more like a needy whine. you rolled your hips once again and she moaned, bucking her cock towards you. her hands squeezed you, trying to pull you harder against her.

“like what…?” you started, reaching to pinch her cheek, but it seemed like lottie had enough. like she lost some battle with her instincts. her ears perked up, she dug nails into your skin, and before you could register, you were pinned under her.

you felt her aching erection rubbing against your clit through your panties. you were wet before, but now you were soaked. she huffed and growled at you, burying face into your neck. her nose slide through the column of her throat, making you shiver. you tried to squeeze your thighs together, but she pressed herself harder against you, grinding more firmly, making you let out a serie of soft, needy sounds.

“lottie…”

for a moment, she was tempted to tease you and get her revenge, but her dick was leaking badly. it hurt so bad, her boxers felt ten times tighter.

she nuzzled her face in your neck, inhaling deeply. her tail moved on it’s own, wagging softly. you reached to wrap arms around her, but she swiftly pinned your wrist to the mattress, making you gasp. “don’t,” she murmured.

she growled quietly, sniffing you, savouring your scent. her tail was wagging furiously, her hips worked faster and harder. soon, her growls turned into needy whines, and you realized that she really fucking need you right now.

“lottie,” you said a bit breathless. you could feel her whole length sliding through your utterly soaked panties. “it’s fine, you can use me—“ you didn’t even get the chance to finish.

room filled her needy whine, and something in her just snapped. she reached down with one hand to push her boxers down. enough to free her cock. you glanced down at her length, and your mouth went completely dry. you saw her milion times before, and still, you could barely believe how big she was.

her dick slapped against her stomach, you found yourself dripping on the sheets. “gonna fill you up so good,” she mumbled positioning her cock against your entrance. “you’ll be carrying my pups, our pups…” she rambled against your neck.

her cock slipped inside you without any warning. it went smooth, she pushed herself to the hilt, grinding her pelvis against your clit. “holy fuck,” you moaned, arching your back. you clawed at her back and she growled in your neck. “move, just fucking move…” you begged. your eyes rolled back in your head.

she sniffed your skin one more time, tail kept wagging. you squirmed, wanting to beg her again to move inside you, but then she bit you, hard. whine escaped your lips as she started abusing your whole neck and throat. she finally started moving, fucking you deep, one hand went down to circle your clit, making you sob.

“mine,” she growled, biting you hard enough to make you bleed. you cried out when she set frantic pace. her cock was splitting you open with each thrust. your walls started squeezing her dick. her hands suddenly gripped your hips and she pulled back enough to look at you. you were teasing her just moments ago, and now she turned you into whiny, needy mess.

“mine, mine, fucking mine…” she was grumbling under her breath while fucking you to the mattress. you were buckling your hips to meet her movements halfway.

“lottie im gonna fucking cum,“ you moaned, head thrown back in ecstasy. you felt her hand on your already abused throat. not squeezing, but showing who’s in charge here. she didn’t seem to care about your orgasm when she shifted only to fuck you deeper and faster.

“gonna breed you,” she growled, focused on smashing her dick into your velvet walls. she completely ignored your pleas for her letting you cum. “you’re so tight. made for my cock. made to carry my pups…” she was whimpering at this point, chasing her own pleasure.

she squeezed your throat, her balls tightened, ready to stuff you with her load. she leaned down again, still biting, whining and growling. she cummed right with you, making a total mess underneath you, ripping the loudest whine from your throat. of course, she made sure that every droplet of her seed landed inside you <3

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y’all remind yourselves your account is your space. you’re not a performance. you’re not annoying by being yourself. if people aren’t into it they can leave. you’re not obligated to please anyone, especially at the cost of your personal expression. the worst thing you can do for your online enjoyment is to filter or censor yourself.

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it’s so cool that you can just imagine things. anything you want. all for free. anytime anywhere. and nobody ever gets to see it except for you. so cool

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writing badly and cringily is actually an essential part of the writing process, both in terms of individual projects and in gaining voice and confidence as a writer in the long term. there is no way around the cringe. there's no way around the work.

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Love not having a ”””fandom””” specific blog. Something new will just consume my mind and everyone has to accept it. My house

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“They’re just fictional characters” ok then why do I feel like their heartache personally cracked my ribs?

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