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i've also got some lovely anon requests from my hiatus so to anyone who left an ask, expect to see that written up soon! i love getting requests so please don't feel afraid to pop into my inbox and request something of me. the current queue is sitting at 2 requests so (knowing my posting schedule) new requests might take a couple days but dont let that scare you away! you guys give me the motivation to keep writing so thank you 🫶

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I definitely need a part 2 of “𝗶'𝗺 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝘆𝘀 '𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗯𝘄𝗮𝘆” but not mentally prepared because I just know it’s gonna break my heart

oh id love to do another part to that... that was my first fic to ever grace this blog and to say it's a bit old and rusty is an understatement 😭 lottiesgrl nation, how are we feeling about this one? if enough of you guys want it, then you shall have it <3

[lottiesgrl]

bee posting again for the first time in over 5 months? more likely than you think! anyways ive been working on that fic since the s3 shauna clip first dropped at the yellowjackets nyc panel (which i was at... humble flex) so to finally be publishing it is HUGE. the good news is i'm done my first year of college and will hopefully be more active on here over the summer! you guys are so amazing - i still get likes and reblogs on my old content from 2024 to this day. i hope you all enjoy this new fic!!

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𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝘅 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝘂𝗻𝗮

cw: nsfw, hate sex, biting, slight degradation kink, oral sex, fingering, multiple orgasms (implied)

༉‧₊˚. you're not sure why shauna's been so upset recently. after all, all you've been doing is spending time with the rest of the team. van has practically been the only thing keeping you guys sane out here.

༉‧₊˚. and yet, every time you return to your tent after sitting with the girls and listening to van's stories, shauna seems upset with you. what is her deal?

༉‧₊˚. it all comes to a head one day when you decide to try and lighten shauna's mood with one of van's stories.

༉‧₊˚. "shauna, you will not believe what van was saying. she was telling us a story story, but then, when she-"

༉‧₊˚. that was all you managed to say before shauna snapped, shutting her journal and standing up to be at eye level with you.

༉‧₊˚. "god, can you shut up? i don't care about van's stories!"

༉‧₊˚. you're taken aback. why is she so upset? is it something about the story? you ask her, and she replies, just as agitated as before

༉‧₊˚. "i don't really care to sit here and listen to you guys laugh about van's stupid stories. my best friend is dead. my baby is dead. and you want to sit around listening to her talk about 'sacrifices' and 'miracles'?"

༉‧₊˚. you're absolutely baffled. on one hand, you understand that shauna has gone through so much out here, and has the right to be upset. but on the other hand, it's just a bunch of stories. what's so wrong with having fun?

༉‧₊˚. so, you tell her. well, at least, you try to. "i understand that you've been through a lot, but-"

༉‧₊˚. "no, you don't fucking understand! not a single one of you guys understand what i've been through! stop pretending like you do!"

༉‧₊˚. while she speaks, she steps forward, getting into your personal space. this close, you can't help yourself from staring, noticing (not for the first time; you've been aware of shauna's beauty since before you crashed) how gorgeous she looks, even when she's angry at you.

༉‧₊˚. you have half a mind to step back, but you can't bring yourself to, stepping forward to rest a hand on her waist. she flinches away at first, but then she relaxes into your touch. your eyes find hers and there are so many emotions in her gaze: anger, hurt, and... something else. something much darker.

༉‧₊˚. after a brief moment, shauna pushes forward, attaching her lips to yours with a force that has you jolting backwards. it's not like the first time you two kissed - she's aggressive, almost, as her teeth find your bottom lip and she tugs it between your teeth.

༉‧₊˚. you've noticed this rougher, more aggressive side of her before when you've had sex, but it's nothing like this. this time, the two of you are stuck out in the middle of nowhere, starving and losing your minds. and shauna is so hungry, in more ways than one.

༉‧₊˚. she backs you up until you're pressed against the makeshift wall of your "hut" (or what passed for it) and sticks her hands under your shirt, her fingers exploring the skin of your stomach and chest.

༉‧₊˚. "shaun-" you try and say as soon as you pull away, but shauna presses her lips against yours again, devouring any of the words you had for her. not that you were complaining.

༉‧₊˚. "shut up," she grumbles, clearly still upset. you could tell both from her tone and from the way that she touched you, harsh and rough. and yet somehow you still loved it. you wanted more.

༉‧₊˚. so, who are you to disobey her? you forget what you were gonna say, forget how words work in the first place, and let her touch you how she wants to.

༉‧₊˚. the second she detaches her lips from your mouth, they trail down to your neck. the days of you asking her not to leave marks, worried that your parents may see, were over. she immediately opened her mouth and sucked, right on your pulse point, causing your head to lull back instinctively.

༉‧₊˚. like the rest of her actions, she isn't gentle - there's the slightest hint of her teeth against her skin, but she isn't biting down... hard, at least.

༉‧₊˚. that comes a second later, as she trails rough, open-mouthed kisses down your neck. you tilt your head to the side so she has better access, and she takes it, growling against her skin as she makes her way to the skin where your head connects to your collarbone.

༉‧₊˚. she pauses, drags her tongue over the skin, and then-

༉‧₊˚. "fuck!" she fucking bit you. and it wasn't gentle, either - any harder and you're sure she would've drawn blood.

༉‧₊˚. a groan falls from your lips as her tongue darts out again, soothing the area where she bit down. a part of your brain is registering the pain, and fuck, it hurts, but another, much louder part of your brain is sending heat straight down to your core.

༉‧₊˚. from there, she continues downwards, grabbing at the bottom of your shirt and pulling it up above your head. you lift your hands to assist her and it's not long before you're topless before her.

༉‧₊˚. shauna pulls back and, just for a moment, you realize how hungry she actually looks; and not just in a physical way. her eyes are raking over your body, and the anger is still there, but it's been mostly replaced with something else - wanting.

༉‧₊˚. "tell me to stop," she breathes under her breath, a little bit more uncertain. "if you want me to stop, tell me and i will."

༉‧₊˚. you think for a moment, wondering if it's really the best idea to be having sex when she's so pent up, but the throbbing between your legs says otherwise. so, you respond to her, equally as quiet and vulnurable, "i don't want you to stop."

༉‧₊˚. that's all it takes for her to lunge forward, her hands starting at your waist and slowly dragging upwards. you shiver against her touch and it only spurs her on.

༉‧₊˚. when her hands finally reach your chest, she shoots you a hungry glance in affirmation and with a quick nod, she dives in. her hands roughly knead the skin there, drawing moans out of your mouth practically beyond your control.

༉‧₊˚. her mouth finds your nipple before you're even aware of it, and she wastes no time in nibbling and sucking like she's a woman starved (which, granted, she is.)

༉‧₊˚. as good as this all feels, as much as you'd be content to sit here and have her play with your tits for hours, the ache between your legs is getting harder to ignore. so you thread a hand in her hair and gently push her downwards, hoping she gets the gist.

༉‧₊˚. as content as she would be to devour you whole while never giving you exactly what you wanted (especially when the anger still lingers in her bones, hot and fiery), she relents and drops down to continue her ministrations against the soft skin of your inner thighs.

༉‧₊˚. if you thought she was rough before, she's certainly rougher now. her nails dig into your thighs like she's trying to rip you open, leaving tiny crescent-shaped indentations in the meat of your thighs.

༉‧₊˚. after a while, she pulls back, leaving you breathless and panting and ridiculously aroused. she seems to be admiring her handiwork and you idly think about how on earth you're going to cover this up so that you don't get an earful from nat, or worse, mari.

༉‧₊˚. she doesn't give you any time to dwell on that as a moment later she's sticking a finger inside of you so unceremoniously that your back arches and you have to fight every single part of your body and mind to not moan so loud you'd startle the animals.

༉‧₊˚. "shauna, j- jesus fuck, you..." you can barely form a full sentance with just how turned are you on. she shoots you a pointed glare, not even needing to say a word for you to get the idea and shut your mouth. seems like she's not in a very talkative mood.

༉‧₊˚. barely a minute in and she's slipping a second finger in, followed by a third. she's using the full force of her arm to thrust into you and god, does it feel good. you can see the way her muscles flex as she pounds her fingers deep inside of you and you want to scream, to cry, to find any way to shut yourself up.

༉‧₊˚. "you're fucking soaked," she huffs. it sounds almost like she's criticizing you, but she's practically panting in time with her thrusts. you know that if you pulled down her pants, she'd be just as turned on as you, if not more. "do you get off to me being mean to you?"

༉‧₊˚. you can't answer, not when her fingers are curling and holy shit, she's pressing against the spot that makes you see stars and you don't know how much more you can take.

༉‧₊˚. the silence isn't enough for her, it seems. "answer me," she growls, and punctuates the demand with a particularly hard thrust that almost does you in.

༉‧₊˚. "o- oh my god, shauna- yes, fuck, i- i love it when you're mean to me...!" the words barely manage to escape your lips between pants and whimpers but it seems to satiate her as you notice the faintest hint of a smirk cross her face.

༉‧₊˚. you don't even need to tell her that you're close. she picks up on your body language and right as you open your mouth to tell her, she attaches her mouth to your clit and sucks.

༉‧₊˚. that's all it takes for your orgasm to crash over you, and she has to hold your knees to keep you from crumpling to the ground. she keeps moving her fingers inside you, her teeth barely grazing against your clit as you try not to topple over.

༉‧₊˚. you bite your hand to keep yourself quiet - it only barely works, muffling the strained cry of her name that tears its way from your throat. if it weren't for your hand in your mouth, you're sure the entire wilderness would be able to hear what the two of you were up to.

༉‧₊˚. your orgasm takes its time with you, washing over you in waves until you're boneless and spent. shauna takes her fingers out of your cunt and licks them clean, a display that really shouldn't have you as turned on as you are.

༉‧₊˚. you both stay there, silently basking in the post-orgasm glow, until you start to pull your pants up and shauna stops you. you're confused, looking down at her to see her brows furrowed, and she asks, "where do you think you're going? i'm not done with you yet."

༉‧₊˚. needless to say, you don't leave the hut until hours later, and when mari gets a good look at the way your legs shake as you walk and the purple-red bruises littering your neck, you know you'll never hear the end of it.

[lottiesgrl]

disregarding my inactivity, my dearly beloved oomf and partner in crime (writing smut) has made a side blog and you all should give it a follow ^_^ new content soon i promise!

side & spam blog!!

she/they. lesbian ⚢. 18+ mdni. main: @rhiannonsknife.

anons:

while i won’t be posting anything explicit, this blog is still intended for an adult audience. i talk about mature topics from time to time and would really prefer to keep this space 18+. so if you’re a minor, please dni.

[lottiesgrl]

bushposting has been paused... for now. i hope you all know that i am honored to have sparked the discussion of yellowjackets bush. i will always be a supporter of full bush till i die 🫡

in the meantime, take a sneak peek at my new fic that's in the works! keep your eyes peeled because it may or may not be dropping soon... 🤭

[lottiesgrl]

this is the one everybody!! the 100% canon bush manifesto of the wiskayok yellowjackets 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

Yellowjackets Bush Manifesto

SPREAD THE WORD!!!! @rhiannonsknife & @lottiesgrl started this revolution and we will not go down without a fight!!!!

warnings: body hair if that triggers you LEAVE

characters: precrash!main characters

shauna shipman:

obviously full bush OBVIOUSLY. even before the plane crash. soft fuzzy arms, happy trail.

jackie taylor:

tbh i don’t think she’s bald but there’s definitely something. ma'am keeps it in check though.

lottie matthews:

she shaves hers into a little stripe bc she thinks it’s cute, but doesn’t tell anyone. or even better, a heart shape! (as suggested by @puppyscatorccio) tell me i’m wrong.

natalie scatorccio:

obviously fuzzy, but unfortunately she might shave it for a man. an angel loses it’s wings when nat shaves her bush for a man who listens to indie sleaze.

van palmer:

fire crotch, DUH!

taissa turner:

yes of course, my girl cute and curly.

misty quigley:

it’s out of control, and we love her for that. she twirls it when she's bored.

mari:

it depends honestly. sometimes she shaves and sprinkles it into the soup (im kidding guys!!!!)

a/n: guys don’t come for me it’s all fun and games💀💀

[lottiesgrl]

the yellowjackets bush fandom is dying, reblog if you want all the yellowjackets to have full bush

[lottiesgrl]

yellowjackets tumblr you have not dissapointed me 🫡 not a single vote for clean shaven I KNOW THATS RIGHT!! shauna shipman is the most full bush to have ever full bush'd and i am so glad that we can agree on this

just has a very important conversation with @rhiannonsknife and i needed to put out a public census on this very important issue

(p.s. there is a right answer here)

[lottiesgrl]

just has a very important conversation with @rhiannonsknife and i needed to put out a public census on this very important issue

(p.s. there is a right answer here)

[lottiesgrl]

ALSO WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN?? i love you all so much!! you guys are so awesome :) i've got some special s3 stuff cooking up in the drafts that you won't wanna miss. keep an eye out 👀

[lottiesgrl]

unfortunately the second i come back onto this account to write there's discourse about the yellowjackets writing space... what joy...

i'm not going to mention the original poster as they are a minor and have certainly been experiencing far too much harrasment over this, but i'd like to give my thoughts on the manner. i feel like fandom spaces have been adopting more and more puritan ways of thinking, and this is unfortunately no different. it's 100% fine to be uncomfortable with certain works yourself, but there must be a line drawn between finding something personally uncomfortable and shaming/harassing writers. if you are uncomfortable with a work of media, the best and easiest thing you can do is block the tag, block the blog, or skip past posts tagged as nsfw.

THAT BEING SAID!! there has never been a more important time to say that we as writers need to be tagging nsfw fics appropriately! untagged nsfw can be harmful not only to minors (especially for writers who have 18+ blogs) but to those who are personally uncomfortable with nsfw! it's a very important practice to get into if you only occasionally post nsfw/don't have a solely 18+ blog and/or are making mixed sfw/nsfw headcanons.

all in all, please don't send any hatred to anybody involved. if you find something disturbing, it is not the community's duty to cater to your discomfort, simply scroll and move on. writers don't deserve to be harassed or sent hate based on their fics. on the other hand, it is important now more than ever to tag nsfw writing properly for the sake of the whole fandom.

regularly scheduled posting will be soon. love you all! 🫶

[lottiesgrl]

incredibly honored to have helped in any way with this fic 🫶 icl i giggled a bit at the intro because that's so lucy 😭😭 y'all go give this a read and a like/reblog

── SHATTER YOUR ILLUSIONS OF LOVE

— summary: lucy finds something interesting in an abandoned store. it’s not what she thinks it is.

— warnings: fem!reader. implied lesbian!reader. nsfw content. mdni. strap-on usage. for the sake of the fic, we gotta ignore the sanitary aspect of this.

the wind howls through the cracked windows of the abandoned storefront, rattling the metal grates hanging half off their hinges.

you’re leaning against the weathered brick wall right outside, arms crossed, foot tapping impatiently, and your eyes scanning the empty street for signs of trouble.

traveling through the wasteland was a gamble already, and stopping anywhere for too long only upped the odds of drawing unwanted attention. but lucy had insisted she needed to check inside, claiming she’d seen ‘something interesting’ through the remains of grime-streaked glass.

that had been ten minutes ago.

“lucy,” you call, raising your voice over the wind. “are you done yet?”

her laugh echoes from inside, light and carefree, followed by her reply: “almost” lucy calls. there’s a long pause, then the unmistakable sound of something heavy clattering to the ground.

you groan, letting your head fall back against the wall. this wasn’t unusual; lucy’s curiosity was perhaps simultaneously her best and worst trait. she had a knack for finding weird, useless junk and being way too excited about it. not that you minded. most days, her by wasteland standards unique disposition was the only thing keeping you sane. not today though, today, you’re cold, tired, and running low on patience.

finally, the door creaks open behind you.

“hey!” she calls. “look what i found!”

you push off the wall and turn to face her…and immediately feel your brain short-circuit.

lucy stands before you, beaming like she’s just stumbled upon the wasteland’s greatest treasure. she’s wearing…something: leather straps crisscross her chest, looping around her shoulders and down her torso in a series of buckles and loops. the centerpiece, an empty ring attachment, sits just below her chest. clearly not where it’s supposed to be, but it’s not like lucy knows that. nor does she seem aware of what she’s put on to begin with.

it’s a strap-on harness.

“oh my god,” you choke out, heat rushing to your face so fast you feel dizzy with it.

“what?” lucy looks down at herself, tugging lightly at one of the straps. “pretty cool, right? it was just lying there in the back of the store! i think it’s some kind of…uh…” she frowns, tilting her head as she spins to give you the full view. “tool belt? or maybe armor? either way, it’s really sturdy! feel this leather!” she grabs one of the straps near her shoulder and holds it out to you.

you don’t take it. matter of fact, you can’t. you’re too busy trying to remember how breathing works, because all you can think about is the way the harness fits snugly against her body, though entirely wrong, the leather gleaming faintly in the dim light, and how absolutely oblivious she is to what it actually is.

“lucy,” you manage, voice embarrassingly high-pitched. “that’s not- it’s not- oh my god, take it off!”

she blinks, startled by your reaction. “what? why? did i put it on wrong?”

“no, i mean…yes, but that’s not the point!” you gesture at her frantically, as if that’ll somehow distract from the mortifying situation. “it’s just- it’s not what you think it is, okay?” you try to explain, pointing at the leather “that is not a tool belt!”

lucy’s brow furrows in confusion as she adjusts the straps around her shoulders. “then what is it?”

you gape at her, torn between laughter and sheer disbelief. how do you even begin to explain this to her? clearly, she hasn’t seen those in her vault.

“it’s- it’s a-“ you cut yourself off with a groan, burying your face in your hands. there is no way you’re explaining this to her. absolutely not.

“what?” lucy presses, her curiosity clearly piqued. “what’s it for?”

“nothing!” you yelp, your voice cracking. “it’s for nothing! just take it off before-” you gesture vaguely at the very much empty street. “…before someone sees you!”

she glances around, perplexed, following your outstretched finger. “but no one’s here…?”

“that’s not the point!” you can feel your cheeks burning hotter by the second. “lucy, just- just trust me on this, okay? please?”

lucy hesitates for a moment, clearly not understanding but willing to humor you. “alright, alright,” she finally agrees, reaching for the buckles. “but i still think it’s a good find! i’m keeping this!”

you turn away as she starts to unstrap herself, both to give her privacy and to avoid spontaneously combusting from sheer embarrassment. despite all the dangers of the wastelands, you’re pretty sure traveling with lucy maclean is what’s actually going to kill you.

by the time lucy gets the harness off and stashes it in her pack (for some unfathomable reason), the sun is starting to dip low on the horizon, painting the scenery in streaks of amber and rust. after a full day of walking and scavenging, this crumbling storefront seems as good a place as any to settle down for the night.

“well,” you say, clearing your throat and trying to move past the initial awkwardness, “i guess this place’ll do. better than sleeping out in the open, at least!”

“it’s not bad,” lucy says cheerfully, looking around the store’s interior again.

the place, from which you can only assume that it is the ruins of what once was an adult store, is mostly empty, save for a few rusted shelves, a broken counter at the far end and a few boxes left in the old shelves.

there’s no sign of wildlife, which you consider a plus, and the building’s thick walls provide decent protection from the wind. “way better than that place we stayed last week. remember that weird smell? ugh…”

you hum in agreement, busying yourself with clearing a space on the floor. truthfully, it isn’t the worst spot you’ve camped in.

“you take first watch,” lucy says, dropping her pack with a soft thud. “i’ll take a quick nap and take over in a few hours?“

she’s adapting to how sleep works out here, at least, and you nod your head. “i could use some quiet time anyway,”

lucy nods, satisfied, and stretches out on the ground, rolling up her jacket like a makeshift pillow. “wake me if anything weird happens,” she says, closing her eyes.

you lean back against the wall, rifle propped an arm length away, trying to ignore the ache in your muscles and the stubborn heat still lingering in your cheeks.

now, the image of lucy in that harness races unbidden through your mind. it comes in flashes; pictures of her, with a strap now firmly attached to her body. lucy, on top of you, her face pressed to the crook of your neck as she rolls her hips. behind you, with her fingers curling up in your hair as she forces you back against her. above you, with your lips stretched around her-

you shake your head violently to banish it. you need to focus. there are bigger problems in the world than your ridiculous crush on someone who might not even swing your way at all.

but, of course, lucy doesn’t make it easy.

after barely twenty minutes of silence, she stirs and sits up, rubbing at her eyes.

“couldn't sleep?” you ask, raising a brow at her.

“nope,” she reaches into her bag and pulls out the leather harness again. “i keep thinking about this thing…” she mutters, running her fingertips over the ring.

you groan, dragging a hand down your face. “lucy, just drop it! it’s-”

she doesn’t. of course she doesn’t,

instead, she flips the harness over in her hands, fiddling with the straps as she examines it from every angle. instinctively, you reach for your rifle just to have a distraction.

“i mean, it’s pretty well-made,” she muses, tugging on one of the buckles. “whoever made it must’ve known what they were doing. and it’s got this…ring thing? maybe for carrying tools?”

“it’s not for tools!” you blurt, louder than intended. lucy looks up, startled. “well, then what is it for?”

you sigh, setting your rifle aside.

“can't you just let it go?”

you stare at her. lucy is watching you with those wide, curious eyes, completely oblivious to the mortifying reality of the situation. a part of you wants to lie. to make up some ridiculous story about it being part of a long-lost survival kit. another part of you knows you’re a terrible liar, and that she won’t drop it until she gets a real answer.

“well, i could,” lucy shrugs, “but you're being…weird about it, which makes me think it's actually kind of important! and now i really want to know!”

you glance at the open doorway, down rows of shelves, the faint breeze stirring the dust on the floor, as if hoping for some kind of divine intervention to save you. it doesn't come.

“fine,” you mutter, standing. “come on!”

lucy grins triumphantly, bouncing to her feet and following as you lead her to the far corner of the store.

she trails after you, harness in hand, until you crouch down by one of the dusty shelves, brushing aside cobwebs before pulling out one of the few remaining boxes you passed by earlier. it’s heavy and battered, but the faded label on the side is still legible and it is still sealed shut

“alright,” you say, placing it on the ground before you. “this,” you tell lucy as you pull a knife from your belt. “is the counterpart to what you're holding!”

without another word, you cut the plastic open and, after some more layers of carefully sealed packaging, pull out the bright neon-pink silicone dildo. you hold it up just long enough for her to get a good look before tossing it back into the box.

lucy blinks, eyes wide, and for a moment, she says nothing. then her mouth opens in a soft “oh,”

she kneels beside the box, staring at its contents with an unreadable expression. “wait, so...” she picks up the dildo again, and turns it over in her hands, her brow furrowing as she connects the dots. “this goes with the harness?”

“yes,” you say quickly, folding your arms across your chest. “and that's why i didn't want to talk about it. can we move on now?”

lucy, on the other hand, doesn't seem remotely embarrassed. if anything, she looks intrigued.

she puts it back in the box and stands, holding the harness up to her hips as if testing its fit.

“so it's, like... for, uh... intimacy stuff? sex?” she asks, her tone genuinely curious.

“yes, lucy,” you say, your voice tight as you force your gaze away. “it's for ‘intimacy stuff’,” then, after a beat of silence, you decide this might be your only chance to get your truth out as well: “specifically for people like...like me, i guess?”

she looks at you then, her eyes softening slightly. “like you?”

“yeah,” you shift uncomfortably under her gaze, heart pounding. “you know? people who don't really, uh, like guys…that way…?”

understanding dawns on her face, but instead of recoiling or making a joke, she simply nods. another pause, then: “so, like, women who…prefer other women?”

your throat feels dry. “yeah. something like that,”

lucy looks back at the harness, a thoughtful expression on her face. then, to your utter horror, she starts fiddling with the straps again, this time more deliberately.

“what are you doing?” you ask, your voice rising slightly.

“trying it on,” she replies matter-of-factly, stepping into the harness and pulling it up over her hips. she tightens the straps with surprising ease, the leather settling snugly against her body. “it's comfortable,” she says conversationally, running her fingers along the waistband.

all you can do is stare at her dumbfounded. “lucy,”

she glances at you, her face the picture of innocence. “what? you said it's for people like you, right? i just want to see what it's like!”

“people like me using it,” you practically hiss. “not people like you…wearing it around like it's a pair of pants!”

lucy laughs, but there's a glint in her eye now, something playful and teasing that wasn't there before. she shifts her hips slightly, the leather creaking, and you have to fight the urge to look away. or worse, stare.

“calm down” she says. “it’s not a big deal, right? just a harness!”

your heart pounds in your chest as lucy tilts her head, watching you with that same curious gaze. there's no judgment in her expression, nor is there discomfort. just a quiet, steady interest that leaves you completely off balance.

“look,” you start, your voice barely above a whisper. “you...you don't understand what you're doing right now!”

“don't i?” her tone is light but her eyes are searching yours. lucy steps even closer, the faintest smile tugging at her lips. “you're blushing,”

“i'm not-” you take a step back, bumping into the wall behind you. “i'm not…blushing!”

“you totally are. is it the harness?” she pauses, her voice dropping just slightly. “or is it…me?”

your breath catches in your throat. for a moment, you can't think. you can't move. the tension in the air suddenly feels electric, heavy with the weight of everything you haven't said and everything she might not even realize she's doing.

“lucy…” you manage. “you should- uh- you should probably take it off now, yeah?”

she only grins, clearly pleased with your reaction. “why? am i making you nervous?”

yes. absolutely. but you don't tell her that. instead, you stand frozen as lucy leans just a little closer, the leather harness shifting as she moves. the air between you is stifling now, charged with something you can’t quite name. she hasn’t moved back. if anything, she’s standing closer, the faintest grin on her lips, her eyes locked on yours.

“lucy,” you say again, but her name catches in your throat, sounding more like a ragged plea than a warning.

“yeah?” she asks, her voice teasingly playful.

you glance down at the harness, that stupid harness, and then back at her, hoping she’ll take the hint. lucy doesn’t. instead, she shifts her weight again, the leather creaking softly. you swear she’s doing it on purpose now.

“why are you…” you trail off, biting your lip. “why are you doing this?”

her smile falters slightly. “i don’t know,” she admits. “i guess i just…like seeing you like this,”

your breath hitches. “like what?”

lucy tilts her head, her eyes searching yours. she pauses. then, her gaze flickers to your mouth and heat floods your face. you try to think of something -anything- to say, but the words won’t come.

“do you want this?” she asks, voice barely above a whisper now.

you nod your head slowly, your throat feeling too tight to speak.

her smile softens, and she takes another step forward, close enough now that you can feel the warmth of her body through the faint chill of the room. “good,”

and then she kisses you.

the shelves behind you clatter as your body is forced back against them by lucy’s own, trapping you against the metal.

it surprises you how fast her mouth is moving. how desperate and hungry. in all the times (more than you’d ever openly admit) you pictured yourself kissing her, she’d been the careful one. you should’ve known better than that. way better.

now, she is all over you, eager hands cupping your cheeks as she presses you against the cold surface. your whole body shivers as lucy licks into your mouth experimentally, humming when you gasp in response.

“for the record,” she mumbles against your mouth, barely breaking away from you enough to get those words out. “you want to have sex with me?”

you almost laugh at the absurdity of the question, would lucy not force one of her thighs between yours, keeping you on the tip of your toes with a strangled gasp. it doesn’t occur to you to question where she knows all this from. instead, you just nod, panting as she pushes her knee further up.

pleased with all those reactions she’s getting from you, lucy hums. “and you want me to use…that?” she nods towards the now unsealed box at your feet.

“uh huh,” is all you can manage. it seems enough for lucy, who flashes an excited smile before walking over to pick it up from the floor. for the first time, you dare to breathe.

she fumbles with the box momentarily, struggling to free the toy from its plastic packaging in her excitement. before you can offer your help, she has figured it out and carelessly tosses the container aside, leaving only the dildo in her hand.

“hm,” lucy hums, taking it in from all angles under the dim light.

“this goes through the…” you start breathlessly, nodding toward the ring that sits right above her still fully clothed pubic bone.

it’s not often that you find yourself longing for a life a little more like lucy’s. this is one of those rare moments though. the things you’d do to have her in an actual bed, in a place that belongs to just the two of you. somewhere where you can actually take your time to undress her, see her fully, and not just rushed glimpses in the barely lit space around you.

“okey dokey,” she fumbles with the toy, experimentally tracing the buckles and straps before pushing the dildo through its designated hole.

then, it’s just you, her, and the shuddered breath you exhale into the small space left between you when lucy steps closer again.

you briefly wonder if it would overwhelm lucy if you’d go down on your knees before her right then and there. if you’d force her down your throat and show her just how much of her you’re willing to take. but then you turn to look back at her and decide that this is not the time.

lucy is watching you attentively, her eyes darting between yours and the strap attached to her body. there seems a newfound sense of pride in the way she carries herself as you feel her press against your inner thigh. it draws a gasp from you, an expression on your face that lucy instantly mirrors: mouth agape, eyes slightly widened.

it is your hushed, shaky “lucy, please” that sets her into motion.

her fingers, once resting on your hips, jump into action before you know it; roaming all over your body. into your hair, over smudged, dirty clothes, underneath them…her nails briefly scrape the expanse of your stomach, the fabric of your shirt riding up your torso, and lucy seems satisfied with the way you exhale into her open mouth. then, she drops them lower.

it doesn’t take her long to unbuckle your belt and pull it free from your pants. the setting doesn’t allow any slower, more sensual undressing. instead, you push your pants down your legs until they’re polling around your ankles and you can easily step out of them, leaving you exposed from the waist down except for your underwear -which is doing a terrible job in covering the arousal there.

you’ve been wet from the moment you started fantasizing about her, and your little make out session has only made matters worse. lucy, who’s pushing her fingers past the waistline of your underwear, notices too when she’s met with your wetness once they slide through you.

“fuck-“ you mutter, your head falling back.

lucy studies you attentively once her fingers find your clit, rubbing it in clockwise circles underneath the fabric until your thighs are trembling and instinctively closing around her wrist.

“sit,” she orders, jerking her chin towards the shelf pressed against the back of your thighs.

stunned into silence, you hop onto the cool metal, your legs spread enough for lucy to stand between them. her palms stroke along your thighs as she bites her lip, now able to see the wet patch your arousal has left in the fabric of your underwear.

“can you take it?” she whispers, immediately earning herself an eager nod from you.

lucy pulls you forward until you’re sitting on the edge, then forces your legs apart further with a sudden motion. only once she’s reached out and pushed your underwear aside, does it seem to occur to her that she’s never been on this side of things before.

nervously, she glances up at you. “i’ve never-“ lucy begins, gesturing downward.

“that’s okay!” you interject instantly. at this point, you don’t care what she does, as long as she does it inside of you.

“okay,” she echoes, before focusing on the matter at hand.

absentmindedly, though it sends another wave of arousal down to your center, lucy uses what’s left of your wetness on her fingers to coat her length in it. you watch breathlessly as she pumps her fist along the silicone shaft until it's glistening with the makeshift lube.

immediately, you wrap your legs around lucy, closing your ankles behind her and urging her closer. she complies gladly.

her eyes flicker up to your face when she lines herself up and moves forward. your fingers reach around lucy’s back, desperately grasping for something to hold onto as her cock sinks into you inch by inch. her nose nuzzles against the side of your neck as she fills you up slowly, her breath warm against your skin, until she’s pushed it in as far as it’ll go and your bodies are nestled flush together.

“good?” lucy whispers, slowly pulling back just enough to look up at you.

“mhm” you hum, struggling to keep your eyes from rolling to the back of your head.

her hands fall to your waist again, squeezing you gently as her eyes remain fixed on where she has pushed into your body, where the toy is pressed against your walls just right.

“can i move?” lucy husks, looking like she’s barely containing herself from doing so.

for a moment you wish that her impatience was actually justified. not that it isn’t already, you are dying to see her in a similar position, but you wish she could feel you too: all around her, taking it greedily, sucking her in deeper.

once again, you nod.

pressing your palm between her shoulder blades is about all the bracing you get to do before lucy starts to move. she pulls her hips back slowly as if she’s testing the waters, before slamming into you faster and deeper than expected.

“o-oh!” you gasp, your mouth falling open over lucy’s shoulder. the relief of finally feeling her against your g-spot is immediate and has you seeing stars behind your closed eyelids.

you arch your back against her, involuntarily searching for more as lucy starts thrusting into you more confidently. you meet each of her thrusts, gently lifting your hips from the shelf to rock back onto her strap. like this, she’s fucking you properly in no time, falling into an easy rhythm.

the sound of your skin slapping together echoes through the otherwise abandoned store, accompanied only by your occasional ragged moans. you don’t bother to hold back anymore, not when you’ve spent half of your travels fantasizing about her like this.

it only vaguely registers that lucy’s mouth is pressing against the side of your neck, sucking on the soft skin there as she keeps fucking the strap into you. she’s reaching depths you could never quite find with only your fingers during your rare attempts to find some sort of relief, depths that have you trembling already.

“lucy please!” you cry, unsure what you’re even asking for as one hand holds onto the back of her neck whereas the other grips the edge of the shelf for dear life. “please,”

“does that feel good?” she asks, her voice genuine and amazed despite her relentless pounding.

“mhm, so good!” you nod. your legs are shaking around lucy, trembling more with each thrust that makes you gush around the strap.

the longer lucy moves like this, the more confident she gets in her own movements. despite the occasional grunts of exhaustion, she does not let up. it doesn’t take her long to find the perfect angle either, your cunt throbbing once you feel her right where you need it the most.

too eager for your own release to feel embarrassed, you drop your hand between your legs, rubbing your clit at a pace that matches the one lucy has set.

the space around you smells of sex and her hands are carefully holding your legs apart, keeping you open for her. the shelves creak under the force of her pace, slamming against the wall so loudly you will have to check if the noise has attracted any unwanted attention once she’s done with you.

for now, all you can focus on is the pleasure in your system, which only intensifies when lucy starts talking: “god” she groans, eyes narrowed down on your body to watch the way you take the full length of her strap over and over again.

she pulls out almost all the way once, the motion agonizingly slow so she can see the way you part for her as the silicone slides from your body. the toy is glistening with your wetness in the barely lit room.

“fuck-” she grunts, before snapping forward and sinking back into. there’s sweat collecting at her temple from the efforts of her constant rolls of her hips. “are you close? tell me!”

your weak whine seems to sound agreeable enough for lucy to double her efforts. not once does she falter, her hips thrusting forward effortlessly and desperate cries of her name are all you can manage. they're your only prayer as she gets you closer and closer to the edge.

“that’s it,” she praises absentmindedly, her eyes glued to what she can see past the fabric of your underwear and the frantic movement of your wrist as you rub yourself to the rhythm of her thrusts. “that’s it!”

lucy seems almost as eager to make you cum as you are yourself, panting: “are you gonna cum?” as though she can hardly believe that she’s the one to get you there.

“oh my god, are you gonna cum on my- on my cock?” the distant realization dawns upon you that she doesn’t even know the proper words, but the way she’s put it -albeit clumsy and unsure- works. it is what you ultimately need to be pushed over that edge.

a breathless “oh my god!” is the only response lucy gets before your orgasm rips through you. with a prolonged moan, you slam your head back, only vaguely aware of the dull pain as your body convulses around her strap.

your hips are still rutting back and forth uselessly, grinding against your hand as she stills inside of you. when the pleasure finally subsides, your body goes slack and you fall against lucy with her strap still buried inside you.

her arms wrap around you soothingly, pressing you as close to her chest as the current position allows. you stay like this for a while, just enough for you to catch your breath and ground yourself. the stillness of the night settles back into the store as the two of you adjust in the dim light. she pulls back gently and you pull your jacket tight, brushing stray bits of dust from the sleeves, while lucy fumbles with her gear.

the wind that blows through the creaks in the wall seems louder now, as the silence between you stretches on. finally, lucy dares to speak. “well,” she begins. “this has officially been my favorite pit stop so far!”

you can’t help but laugh, your cheeks heating up all over again as you carefully reach down to push your underwear back into place.

“and these?” she jerks her thumb down to the strap that’s still fastened to her body. “these are definitely coming with us!”

you freeze mid-motion, “lucy, you can’t just carry that around like it’s-“

“like it’s what? a perfectly good survival tool?” she interrupts. “come on, think about it! it’s sturdy, lightweight, multipurpose and-”

“multipurpose?” you cut in, raising a brow.

she shrugs, unbothered. “sure. you never know when you might need something to hold up supplies!”

your lips part to protest, but no words come out. instead, you watch as she unbuckles the harness. this whole situation is ridiculous. it’s so lucy. you feel warmth spreading through your chest at the sight.

she glances over at you, her head tilted when she catches you staring. “are you alright?”

you nod quickly, forcing yourself to look away before your face betrays you again. “yeah,” you swallow audibly. “yeah, i’m good!”

but you’re not. not really. because she kissed you. she kissed you, and then she fucked you, too. and now, instead of brushing it off like another one of her impulsive experiments, she’s acting like it’s the most natural thing in the world. like it’s you that’s natural to her.

“alright,” she says, her voice pulling you from your thoughts. “let’s set up camp for the night. i’ll try to get some actual sleep this time!”

you nod again, following her toward the back of the store where the shadows are deepest. as you lay out your bedroll, you glance at her from the corner of your eye. she’s humming under her breath as she secures her pack.

this wasn’t just a one-time thing, you realize as she packs up both the harness and its counterpart. it wasn’t just a kiss or a moment or something you won’t speak about in the morning, otherwise she would not be keeping this.

it was lucy, and it was you.

and whatever comes next on your travels, you know there’s no going back from this.

— a/n: my first lucy fic!! you can thank @lottiesgrl for this, they helped me turn my silly little idea into…something!!

[lottiesgrl]

hc! jackie has a crush on you and she doesn't hide it well.

jackie taylor x fem!reader

summary: jackie having a painfully obvious crush on you while you remain completely oblivious.

warnings: characters are aged up, oblivious reader, jackie being possessive, jealous, clingy and over-the-top affectionate, jackie being awkwardly sweet, jackie as the most dramatic lesbian alive, not proofread.

a.n: oh hi! its been a long time...

jackie taylor, the golden girl of wiskayok high, was not known for being subtle. like, at all.

when she developed a crush on you? game over. everyone could tell. the team knew. her parents probably knew. heck, even the cafeteria staff were rooting for her. everyone... except you.

she would insist on walking you to every single class, even if her next one was on the other side of the building. "it's fine, I need the cardio," she’d say, hair bouncing as she kept pace with you.

whenever you sat together at lunch, jackie always had some excuse to sit as close as humanly possible. your thighs would brush, and she’d casually drape an arm behind you on the bench like this was some romcom where she was the suave lead.

her attempts at giving you compliments were both endearing and slightly chaotic. “that shirt looks really good on you! not that it wouldn’t look good off— wait, no, not like that!” cue her face turning an alarming shade of red as she stammered, completely flustered.

jackie was all about grand gestures. she'd bring you your favorite snacks without asking, even if it meant "borrowing" them from her teammates' lockers. r she'd "accidentally" sign you up as her partner for every school project ever. that was probably just her 'marking territory'.

her jealousy was comically bad. if someone so much as looked at you for longer than five seconds, jackie would swoop in like a hawk, throwing an arm around your shoulders and flashing her biggest, most obviously fake smile. "Oh hey, let’s go! you promised to help me with... uh, math homework!” (she had a solid A in math, by the way. that girl is smart.)

sometimes, her crush got the better of her, and she’d trip over her own words. “so... you wanna make out? i mean go out— I mean, hang out? like friends! or more than friends! or—" you’d just laugh it off, assuming she was being her usual goofy self, while she tried not to combust on the spot.

her teammates would not let her hear the end of it. “just tell her already!” van would groan during practice. “she’s not that clueless.” jackie would shoot them a death glare because, in her mind, this was a delicate, slow-burn process. it's all about romance!

she wasn’t above using petnames to test the waters. “hey, sweetheart, pass me that notebook?” she’d grin when you handed it over, your only response being a confused, “uh, sure?” her heart would leap even at that small acknowledgment.

one time, during a party, someone asked if you two were dating. jackie nearly choked on her drink while you laughed and said, “no way, we’re just friends!” jackie’s forced laugh after that? absolutely tragic.

despite all her awkwardness and dramatic flair, jackie genuinely adored you. she’d memorize all your quirks, from the way you scrunched your nose when you were deep in thought to how your laugh sounded when you found something genuinely funny.

if anyone asked her why she liked you so much, she’d have an entire list ready: you were smart, kind, gorgeous, and somehow still completely oblivious to the fact that she was hopelessly in love with you.

spoiler alert: eventually, her feelings would spill out in the most unplanned, dramatic way possible. probably during an argument where she’d blurt out, “because I like you, okay?!” only to immediately cover her mouth in horror.

and even though you’d be stunned into silence for a moment, when you finally smiled and said, “you should’ve just said so sooner,” all her embarrassment would melt away in an instant.

because, honestly? it was all worth it for you.

post planecrash!

after the crash, jackie’s crush intensifies tenfold. with no distractions like school or soccer, all her attention is on you, which becomes very obvious to everyone.

jackie insists on sticking close to you at all times. “we need to stay in pairs, it’s safer that way,” she’d argue, even though it’s clear she just wants to keep you within arm’s reach.

she’d hoard little things she finds that might make your life easier, like an extra blanket or berries she foraged. she’d always frame it like it’s no big deal: “i just thought you’d want this, that’s all.”

jealous jackie? oh, it’s dialed up to 100. if someone else offers to help you with something, jackie will immediately swoop in. “she doesn’t need your help, i’ve got it covered.” even though she could barely lift a bucket of water.

arguments would break out among the group about leadership and survival, but jackie’s main concern? you. she’d constantly check in on you, asking if you’re warm enough, if you’ve eaten, or if you’re scared.

shauna would initially try to protect jackie’s secret, but even she’d get tired of the whole thing. “jackie, just tell her. you’re already risking frostbite just to sit next to her by the fire.”

during the long, cold nights, jackie would find excuses to be near you. “body heat is the best way to stay warm,” she’d say, but the blush on her cheeks would give her away. that damn fag. (affectionate :D)

if you ever got hurt or sick, jackie would lose her mind. she’d hover over you like a worried mother hen, snapping at anyone who wasn’t taking your condition seriously enough. “she needs rest! and better food! and-” you’d have to calm her down before she worked herself into a frenzy.

and even though the wilderness is brutal and unforgiving, in that moment, her confession would feel like the warmest thing in the world.

[lottiesgrl]

I hope your the right blog to send this to but can you do your headcanons of having sex with a completely feral shauna in the wilderness? How she fucks hard and rough, and how she likes to bite you like a wolf holding its pray still. ( bonus points if Lottie’s the one who’s shaunas fucking 🤭)

𝗶 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗮 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗹

summary: drabbles about having sex with feral shauna

cw: heeavy nsfw, biting (r!receiving), scratching (both receiving), oral (r!receiving), vague strap on usage (r!receiving), fingering (r!receiving), primal dynamics, roleplay, general filth and smut

an: i usually don't put comments on my fics but this was right up my alley and WHEEEW. i enjoyed writing this one. wrote this all while listening to romeo's daddy by ethel cain so i linked it below for the best reading experience 😇 happy new year y'all

: ̗̀➛ you had already known that shauna had a tendency to be rough during sex, but you had no idea how intense it would get the longer the two of you spent isolated in the wilderness

: ̗̀➛ the first sign that something was changing was in the way that she held you. when she dug her nails into your skin, her grip was so tight that it was almost painful, crescent indents forming in your skin. you didn't mind the pain - if anything, you found it hot

: ̗̀➛ this is especially true whenever she catches one of the girls even looking at you in a funny way. you've always known her to be mildly possessive, but she would usually just sulk away, simmering in her insecurities until you'd reassure her that she was the only one you wanted, not anyone else. but now?

: ̗̀➛ now, shauna's jealousy is fiery. it's angry and red-hot, and the second she catches someone's eyes lingering on your body for too long, her fingers will curl around your thighs and grab at the flesh so that everyone can see

: ̗̀➛ she especially loves to feel the way your flesh molds around her hands when she's fucking you. when you take it from behind, she's got your hips in a vice grip, grabbing you and pulling you back in time with her thrusts. you're sure that there'll be bruises from where her fingertips pressed into your skin

: ̗̀➛ speaking of bruises, shauna absolutely loves to leave her mark on you any way that she can. whether it be fingerprints on your skin, hickeys all over your neck, or bite marks along your collarbone, she can't get enough

: ̗̀➛ her and biting oh my lord... she is a biter. she loves the way that your skin feels around her teeth, and she'll bite any inch of skin that's exposed

: ̗̀➛ going back to what i said about taking it from behind, she loves having you right where she wants you. when she fucks you from the back, she'll have a hand around your neck, tilting your head back, and her teeth will dig into the place where your neck meets your collarbone

: ̗̀➛ all about messy and nasty sex. she's sooo messy when she goes down on you, spit everywhere - all over your thighs, your stomach, and most importantly, your cunt

: ̗̀➛ she'll switch between kissing and biting your thighs as she makes her way up to your pussy, arms wrapped around them to make sure that there's no way you can escape from the pleasure she's about to bring you

: ̗̀➛ her hands force your thighs apart when they try to close around her fingers or her head, growling at you to "be fucking patient", while she continues to tease you and make you beg

: ̗̀➛ and shauna growling at you? yes. the words are coming from somewhere deep inside her chest, somewhere raw and primal and animalistic, and every time she growls in her ear you can feel a wave of arousal shoot through you. she chuckles low in her throat whenever she's fingering you and she can feel you gush when she growls

: ̗̀➛ SCRATCHING WITH SHAUNA. she's so turned on whenever she's fucking into you and she can feel your fingers raking down her skin leaving angry red lines in their wake

: ̗̀➛ she's a scratcher herself, running her nails up and down your chest hard enough for it to leave a mark. it starts as mindless groping and turns into her leaving scratches all over your chest and your stomach, something to remind you of her even after the two of you are done

: ̗̀➛ if you'd allow her, she'd 100% love the idea of a more primal dynamic or roleplay. it thrills her so much to chase after you, knife in hand, knowing that once she catches you, you'll be hers

: ̗̀➛ you're running from her and panting both from exhaustion and excitement, your pussy absolutely throbbing with every step you take. she's always been ridiculously fast, and it takes no time at all for her to catch up to you and tackle you

: ̗̀➛ you're both panting as she presses her knife to her throat, leaning in to kiss you. it's so messy and you can feel the cold metal of the blade and the wet earth around you and lord, it's so hot

: ̗̀➛ begging her not to hurt you and you can see a shine in her eyes as she quickly fumbles with your clothes to get you undressed and get her fingers in between your thighs

: ̗̀➛ who doesn't love a woman who's batshit insane?

[lottiesgrl]

IIIIII'M BACK!!! finals totally killed any muse i thought i had and i've been spending the last few weeks trying to recover and spend time with family. that being said, i hope to be back and better than ever! i've got two amazing requests in my inbox and i'm going to expand on that shauna thought from earlier! hoping to get at least one, if not more, done by the new year! you guys have been so awesome and haven't stopped hyping up my posts since i left and i'm so greatful for you all! i hope to see you guys soon!!

[lottiesgrl]

been thinking about a college au where we‘re Jackie’s roommate. she’s the outgoing and extroverted type and tries to convert her introverted roommate to her lifestyle.

one day, she takes us to a frat party and sees us getting hit on. while she tries so hard to be happy about it, she cant help but feel jealous. its like a switch had been flipped, since that moment, she’s been acting different around us. kinda like she’s possessive over us

i’m finally getting some requests done again!! thank you for your patience anon! <3

ever since the party, jackie has been acting odd, to say the least. you didn’t really notice it at first; just a few offhand comments or lingering looks that seemed a little more pointed than usual.

it started a few nights back at the frat house. jackie, your much more outgoing, golden-girl-esque roommate, had finally convinced you to go. “you can’t spend your entire college life cooped up in the dorm,” she’d said, practically dragging you into her world of beer pong, thumping music, and spaces too crowded and loud for your personal liking.

the party was overwhelming at first, but jackie stayed close, introducing you to her friends, handing you drinks, and making sure you didn’t feel completely out of place. somewhere along the line, though, she got swept up in a conversation across the room, leaving you alone. that was when he showed up: a guy from one of your classes, charming and overly confident, leaning against the counter as he struck up a conversation. he was harmless, really, but that didn’t stop jackie’s gaze from snapping over the moment she saw you talking to him.

you remember the way her smile dropped, the way her laughter dulled as she watched from a distance.

you didn’t think much of it. he seemed friendly enough as you spoke, though his compliments started to feel a little too persistent, his eyes lingering a little too long. you were trying to figure out how to politely excuse yourself when jackie appeared seemingly out of nowhere.

“there you are!” she said brightly, her arm sliding around your waist with casual familiarity. “sorry to interrupt, but i need to steal this one for a sec. you know how it is!”

before he could protest, she was steering you away already, her grip firm but not rough.

for the rest of the night, jackie had been practically glued to your side. anytime you tried to drift away, even for a drink or a moment of quiet, she was there: her arm found its place around your shoulders, fingers brushing your collarbone as if to silently remind you of her presence.

days later, and her uncharacteristic behavior hasn’t changed one bit.

“who was that guy, anyway?” she asks casually one afternoon.

you glance up, confused. “who?”

“that guy at the party. the one who was all over you?”

“oh, him,” you say, shrugging. “just some guy from class. he wasn’t ‘all over me’!”

jackie snorts. “oh please. he was practically drooling!”

you roll your eyes and go back to your own work, but you can feel her watching you the entire time.

then there are the other things as well: small, subtle shifts in the way she acts around you. jackie is always sitting closer than she used to, always finding an excuse to touch your arm or brush against you. she doesn’t invite you out to parties as often anymore, preferring quiet nights in where it’s just the two of you. any time someone else so much as looks at you for too long, jackie finds a way to insert herself into the situation.

last night, when you were watching a movie together, jackie had thrown a blanket over both of you, her head resting on your shoulder by the end of it. her voice had been soft as she asked if you were cold, tucking the blanket tighter around you before you could even answer.

or this morning, when she poured you coffee without asking, placing it in front of you with a small smile and an offhand comment about how you like it. it was such a small thing, but it made your chest ache in a way that felt both comforting and simultaneously terrifying.

you’re not sure what’s changed or why jackie is suddenly acting this way, but the possessiveness becomes impossible to ignore.

it all comes to a head one night when you’re sitting on the couch in your dorm, reading a book while jackie flips through a magazine beside you. the room is quiet except for the faint hum of music from someone’s stereo down the hall, but the air feels heavy, charged with something unspoken.

“hey,” jackie says suddenly, her voice cutting through the silence. you glance up to find her looking at you already.

“yeah?”

she hesitates, tapping her fingers against the mattress. “do you…like him?”

“who?”

“that guy,” she says, the words coming out faster now, like she’s been holding them in for days. “from the party. the one who was…well, you know”

you blink at her, caught off guard by the question. you thought jackie had moved past this by now. “not really,” you admit. “he seemed nice, but i barely know him”

jackie doesn’t look satisfied with that answer. in fact, she frowns, her gaze dropping to the magazine in her lap. “good,” she mutters under her breath, so quietly you almost don’t catch it.

“what?”

“nothing,” she says quickly, shaking her head. “it’s just…i don’t think he’s your type”

you raise a brow, both amused and confused. “and you know my type?”

jackie leans forward, her elbows resting on her knees as she holds your gaze. “yeah, i think i do”

your heart stutters and for a moment, neither of you speaks. her eyes flicker down to your lips before darting back up, and you realize with a jolt that the space between you suddenly feels impossibly small.

“jackie…”

“i don’t like seeing you with guys like that,” she interrupts, “i know i don’t have a right to feel that way, but i do”

it’s like all the little moments, the lingering touches, the possessive looks, the sudden shift in her behavior, suddenly click into place.

“you’re jealous,” you say. it was supposed to be a question but it doesn’t come out as one.

she flinches, then laughs softly, though there’s no humor in it. “i just don’t want to share you,” she tells you. “not with anyone”