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wait what about Shauna already being in a relationship with tfem reader, Jackie is secretly jealous… of the both of them though. Especially when Jackie tries to relate with Shauna by talking about how lame and uneventful sleeping with your partner is like the rare times it does happen clearly expecting Shauna to chime in to agree, but Shauna gives her pitiful look and says “I can’t imagine how tough that must be”. Prompting Jackie to get defensive and ask when’s the last time Shauna’s gotten laid, “this morning? I got 3” “3 minutes doesn’t really-“ “not 3 minutes Jackie” cue Jackie ranting about not quite believing that’s what it’s normally like for her. Shauna finding the whole thing hilarious challenges Jackie “well you can always see what it’s like for yourself but don’t say I didn’t warn you”. Later that day the three of them are hanging out watching a movie, reader doesn’t get warned about it beforehand so when Shauna starts making out with her with Jackie around she tries to be respectful of their visitor and cuts it short. The Shauna says something like “you know Jackie spent the whole afternoon talking shit about you? Practically called me liar when I told her you’re actually fun to have sex with, you wouldn’t mind giving her the Shauna special to prove my point would you?” end of the night conclusion: Shauna was NOT lying and she wants a turn in the morning.

── KISS IT OFF ME ・ jackieshauna / reader

warnings: nsfw content, mdni. tfem!reader. established relationship (shauna/reader). threesome. oral (r!receiving). p in v sex (jackie/reader). praise kink & dirty talk.

you’re sunk into the pillows, feet tucked under the blanket, hazy from the few drinks the three of you have shared. the movie drones on somewhere behind it all, forgotten; its flicker casting brief shadows over the walls of jackie’s room, over the scattered popcorn and the empty glasses crowding the bedside table.

you’ve stopped pretending to care about it somewhere between the second & third act, when shauna‘s hand settled on your thigh, squeezing the flesh every now and then. she’s been continuously tracing shapes there ever since, her index finger inching higher and higher up towards your crotch.

for a while, you thought you were overreacting; that the heat of her touch was all in your head and the tightness in your pants a you-problem.

that was until shauna leaned in to kiss you, pecking her way up the side of your neck. she started by nuzzling your throat, eyes still set on the screen, yet before long, she was sucking marks up your skin, humming against your neck until her mouth finally found yours.

what started out as a casual kiss deepens as her fingers slip under the hem of your shirt. her tongue sweeps yours, and the tv becomes background noise for good, nothing compared to the taste of her spit in your mouth. shauna drifts higher up, humming so low that the sound shoots straight down to your center.

you are about to spread your legs wider, inviting her in, when you remember jackie. jackie, who’s been sitting inches away on the bed this entire time.

“shauna,” you lean away from her, startled. “we- jackie’s right here…” you hiss, peeking over at her apologetically. jackie sits unmoving, her eyes locked on the two of you in disbelief.

shauna doesn’t even look her way. “she knows,” she says, shrugging conversationally.

“knows what?”

“about you. about this.” she brushes her thumb over your lip, still considering kissing you again, as though you’re not being watched. “she doesn’t believe me,” shauna murmurs. “how good you are. and what it’s like…really being wanted. she’s curious.”

jackie stiffens, arms crossed defensively over her chest. “i didn’t say i was curious!”

“no,” shauna says calmly. “you didn’t. you just stared at her all through dinner today and asked me three times if it was actually possible to cum that many times in one morning.”

she swallows, visibly flustered. “i didn’t mean- i thought you were exaggerating! it sounded fake.”

shauna arches her brow. “still does?”

when you look back at jackie, arms still crossed, jaw set, you see it: whatever shauna just exposed, it’s not new. jackie’s been carrying it for a while; you simply hadn’t seen it before, hadn’t known to look. now that it’s surfaced, though, there’s no missing it.

you don’t yet know just how long this has been going on. jackie never let herself want anything that might mess with the version of her she worked so hard to hold together. not until shauna stopped pretending, too.

it used to be easier when they both had the same complaint: boys are useless, sex is a chore. shauna used to laugh when jackie joked about how bad jeff was in bed (flat five-minute missionary, not an ounce of creativity) always assuming they were in the same boat.

then, a few weeks ago, she made the joke again, perched on shauna’s counter, fully expecting a laugh. instead, shauna just tilted her head and gave her a look. pitying.

“i can’t imagine how tough that must be,” she’d said.

jackie could still feel how it hit her, too late, that she’d missed the moment everything changed, when shauna had quietly stepped out of their old little world without saying a word, leaving jackie as the only one still pretending nothing had.

now, she’s looking more uncertain than you’ve ever seen her. “…can i just…watch?” she stammers,

even if you wanted to say no, you know you couldn’t.

jackie has always been beautiful. ridiculously so. you never acted on it, never even let yourself dwell on it too long. you were with shauna, and you were happy; that was more than enough. still, from the very beginning, something in you shifted every time jackie entered a room, or when shauna brought her along to yet another party, another sleepover, another dinner.

being with shauna meant being near jackie, too. she was always there; shauna’s shadow, her constant. they came as a set, indistinguishable at times, as if one couldn’t exist without the other. so perhaps falling a little bit in love with jackie was inevitable. a side effect of loving shauna for so long. shauna’s mother used to say you couldn’t ever tell where one of them ended and the other began. maybe she wasn’t so wrong.

shauna saw it before you ever said a word.

you told her once, drunk, tripping over your own guilt as you admitted how hot jackie was, how you’d noticed things you weren’t supposed to. you braced for jealousy and accusations, yet shauna just listened. smiled, even. in your haze, you started to wonder if maybe, just maybe, she felt the same way.

now jackie is sitting there, watching with her fingers curled against her ribs.

shauna kisses you again. her palm slides between your thighs, and jackie inhales sharply. she’s trying to act composed, but you can feel her squirm on the mattress, moving closer unconsciously.

shauna’s groan into your mouth snaps you back to reality. she’s rubbing over the bulge in your underwear, making a show of how little friction it takes for your hips to lift off the bed.

finally, she moves under your waistband.

your body jerks when shauna wraps her fingers around your cock, dragging through the first bead of precum and slicking it down your shaft. that alone pulls the first real moan from your throat.

“do you want her to touch you too?” she murmurs.

you glance at jackie, whose eyes are fixed on the outline of shauna’s fist, pumping under the fabric. shauna loosens her grip to ease your panties down, still working you with her free hand. “come here.”

the other girl obliges fast, scrambling to kneel at the foot of the bed. her gaze drops, first to your face, then lower, where shauna’s stroking your cock, and she gulps audibly.

“she won’t bite,” shauna says, not bothering to hide her grin. jackie shoots her a look, before turning back to you. “can i…?”

“please.”

her fingers brush along your length, more curiosity than confidence, and when she finally wraps them around you, there’s a slight tremble in her grip. where shauna is confident, jackie is careful, feeling you up inch by inch.

“oh my god,” she whispers with a single glide from base to tip. jackie repeats the motion, firmer, and you moan quietly as her thumb grazes under your head on the upstroke. looking pleased, shauna shifts next to you. “you were saying something earlier, weren’t you?” she teases. “about how sex is just…fine?”

“shut up.”

jackie adjusts her hold, testing different paces. you groan when she adds a twist at the tip, and reach out to guide her hand with yours. she follows your lead until shauna joins in too, her palm settling over jackie’s, refining each touch.

the pressure difference, the contrast of their touches, has you pulsing between them.

it’s then, with both of their palms around you, that it hits you: this is new for jackie too. not the act itself, but doing it like this. doing it while shauna watches. doing it with shauna.

jackie sits back on her knees, holding the base of your cock, and leans in to run her tongue across the head, tasting.

“fuck,” you gasp, clutching shauna’s thigh.

jackie, unfazed by this, lets her tongue drag along the underside before closing her mouth around you. she sucks gently, the sudden heat of her mouth making you moan hoarsely. shauna watches, her eyes glued to jackie, who hums as she takes more past her lips. her spit slicks your length, tongue curling around it on the way back up. you know if she keeps this up, you won’t last.

thankfully and much to your dismay shauna knows that too. she grabs a fistful of jackie’s hair, coaxing her off you with a reluctant pop. “okay,” she murmurs, “that’s enough.”

“why?” jackie pouts. “i wasn’t done!”

shauna’s eyes soften. “because,” she says. “i want this to last, and if you keep going, she’s going to lose it in, like, thirty seconds.”

jackie blushes. she doesn’t look away, but her body tenses, recognizing what’s coming. shauna leans in slowly, offering her the choice to stop this before it starts.

she doesn’t, though, only lifts her chin proudly, and waits.

when their lips meet, jackie grips shauna’s shirt, pulling her closer, and shauna lets out a startled sound, which she chases with her mouth. you can’t look away from the two of them kissing, still tasting you, while heat coils tighter in your gut.

by the time shauna pulls back, jackie looks dazed, her brows drawn together in irritation from being interrupted again. shauna’s hand is quick to make up for it, skimming down her spine in one long caress. when her fingers glide beneath jackie’s skirt and settle warm on bare skin, the tension in jackie’s expression begins to falter.

“is this okay?” she murmurs.

jackie nods, eyes closed, as shauna’s fingers find her clit, pulling a stunned sound from her throat. “you feel that?” she murmurs into her ear. “you’re already dripping.” then, turning to you: “let her ride you.”

jackie’s breath stutters. “are you sure she can-”

shauna presses a kiss to the corner of her mouth. “you want to know what it feels like, don’t you? feel her for yourself?”

another nod, more desperate.

her skirt bunches as she climbs into your lap, thighs sliding over yours. shauna maneuvers her, pushing the fabric up to reveal the mess between her legs.

she isn’t wearing underwear.

it doesn’t fully register, with too much is happening too fast, but the image plants itself somewhere deep: jackie taylor doesn’t wear underwear when you and shauna are over for movie nights. and she’s soaked. wetness glistens on her thighs, smearing across your skin as she settles over you.

“breathe…” shauna instructs. “we’re still good?”

even though jackie takes longer to answer, too tense with anticipation, she manages a ragged: “yeah, we’re okay.”

you reach for yourself to guide the tip through her, slick folds parting with an obscene sound that has jackie digging her fingers into shauna’s shoulder. “shit,” she whispers. “you’re- god, you’re right there-”

“it’s okay,” shauna assures. “you don’t have to do anything. she won’t move. just sit, okay?”

jackie nods, biting her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood as she lowers herself onto you.

the stretch is deep, her body tight around you, gripping as she sinks down gradually. first just the head, then more, inch by inch. you feel the slick resistance of her trying to accommodate you, and it takes everything in you not to thrust up into her all at once.

“you’re doing so good,” shauna praises. “you’re okay.”

jackie lets out a broken moan and finally settles fully in your lap. “i can feel…hm, fuck- s’deep.”

her forehead rests against your shoulder, both of you vibrating with restraint. “i know,” shauna whispers from behind, giving jackie time to accommodate the stretch.

her muscles flex as she lifts up a few inches and sinks back down tentatively. you groan, unable to help yourself, the sensation of her cunt dragging along every nerve ending knocking the air straight from your lungs. you can’t tear your eyes away from where your bodies are joined, the wet mess of her pussy pulling at you on every roll of her hips.

jackie is still holding back, though, so shauna leans in, kissing her neck like she’s done with yours earlier. “do you want to make her feel good?” she asks you, fingers moving between jackie’s legs. “she’s close already. you feel that?”

you whine in agreement, and shauna responds by pressing her fingertips more firmly to jackie’s clit, the added pressure making her hips jolt.

“oh my god- what the fuck-” the surprise etched across her face makes you wonder if anyone has ever touched her quite like this, if she ever knew it could feel this good.

“god, shauna-” she chokes, clenching around you hard.

“yeah?” shauna teases. “right there, huh?”

jackie whimpers, hips rolling forward as she chases both shauna’s touch and the length of your cock. you bury your face between her breasts, groaning as her body convulses around you. when you finally thrust, harder than you meant to, she jerks in your lap. instead of pulling away, she moans, bracing herself and rocking back down.

her arms loop around your shoulders as she starts to move, her chest pressed flush to yours. jackie’s mouth finds the side of your neck, where she bites down hard enough to make your hips stutter into her.

“jesus, jackie!” you gasp.

the air in her room is thick: hot with sex & heavy with the sounds jackie makes as her thighs slap on your own. she’s chasing it now, her pace quickening.

shauna’s hand keeps working between jackie’s legs, fingers circling her clit. she leans in, guiding your face toward hers, and you meet her in a kiss that’s all tongue and teeth. jackie’s walls clench down when shauna simultaneously changes the pressure, the shift of angle enough to make her cry out.

“i- fuck, i think i’m gonna-” she gasps against your throat. you start to pull back, packing, but jackie stops you. “don’t!” she snaps. “don’t pull out. i’m on the pill, i swear, just- please. please, let me feel it.”

helplessly, your hips rock forward.

“go ahead,” shauna whispers. “come for us.”

it hits fast after that. you moan into her mouth as your orgasm tears through you, every muscle spasming. your back arches into jackie as you spill inside her, and she chokes on a shaking sound, grinding through her own climax. she comes with you, riding it out until there’s nothing left to give.

the three of you collapse in a tangled, trembling mess. jackie slumps forward, chest heaving, and shauna brushes sweat-damp hair from jackie’s neck. “you’re okay,” she murmurs to the two of you, stroking your cheek.

jackie barely lifts her head. “…that’s what it’s always like?”

“when you’re with someone who actually cares? yeah.”

you shiver, involuntarily moving your hips lightly, which draws another whimper from jackie. shauna smirks. “you think she’s done?”

#wlw nsft #˙🔞 ̟ !! mdni #jackieshauna x reader #jackie taylor x reader #shauna shipman x reader #trans fem reader #fan fic rec

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taurtel · 14 days ago

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I'll Convince a Friend to Join Deep Ends

warnings: none word count: 1,794 pairing: jackie taylor x reader [platonic, romantic] description: jackie wants you to see yourself how she sees you. tags: in the wilderness, insecure!reader, comfort, best friend!jackie, friends to lovers, LOTS of fluff, first kiss between pairing

Maybe you should be worried about more "serious" things out here. Bigger fish to fry and all that. But as you squint at your reflection in the lake, you can't help but wonder how beneficial a truly all natural clay mask could be for your blemished skin.

When you lean closer to the water to see if a new scar has formed on your cheek, you're interrupted by cool water splashing in your face. You look up to see your offender—Jackie.

She squats down next to you with an awkward smile. "Sorry. Too tempting."

You don't mind anyway. You've gotten much, much worse on you out here.

It's a little unlike her, though. She wasn't the type to smush cake in someone's face at a birthday party or push someone in a pool. Jackie was pissed when some guy had jokingly spilled on Lottie's clothes at a party—much more than anyone else.

Your view of Jackie is probably the opposite of how most people see her, but you know her better than anyone. She always sees the best in people. Maybe this was another testament to that part of her, trying to distract you from looking at the water's image of you rather than her image of you.

She gently pulls your hands away when you try to dry yourself off and begins softly wiping the water from your face and onto her own shorts. Despite where you are, her skin is still so soft, nails filed and clean.

"It's okay. Feels nice, actually," you reply.

Jackie grins at that, the focus of her gaze on you growing a bit more intense. Feels, not felt. She's taking that as you talking about her hands rather than the water. If she paid even half as much attention as she gives you to school, maybe she wouldn't have nearly failed chemistry.

In this moment, there really wasn't much of a difference between her and the water, anyway—both soft and pure and refreshing.

"Your hair's wet," she notes, a sly smile growing on her face. "We might as well just get in the water."

You'd avoided joining the others in the lake plenty of times. Locker rooms were bad enough, but chicken fights in your underwear with classmates? Not happening.

When she sees you roll your eyes, she softly encourages, "It's just us. You have nothing to be embarrassed about ever, but definitely not around me. And it's fucking hot. I'm sweating and fresh out of deodorant."

"You can get in without me."

She puts on a pout, trying another way to convince you. "Are you really gonna leave me out there all alone? What if I drown?"

"You better not. Chest compressions might crack your ribs." Still, her words actually cause worry to grow in you, so you take your shoes and socks off and get up.

Jackie helps pull you up, saying, "Just chest compressions? No mouth to mouth? Do you care about me at all?"

Years ago, Jackie had begged you to go to some Summer camp with her. The begging was unnecessary—of course you'd go if it meant spending more time with her. It was just fun to see how desperately she wanted you both to be together. You remember how she refused to go if you didn't, saying something like, "It's not Summer without you."

There were safety protocols you had learned there, some form of education the camp attempted to provide. CPR was one you had learned by practicing on dummies. One night, Jackie had asked to practice mouth to mouth on you "just in case."

Based on her technique, if you were to ever actually drown with only her around, you'd be screwed.

It wasn't the only time she kissed you. A few years later, she had asked you to see how her lip gloss tasted. Once, she had leaned over her bed as you sat on the floor, giggling as she tried to mimic a Spiderman kiss.

Jackie had always been affectionate—kisses on the cheek when you said goodbye, or hello, or when the Yellowjackets won a game. A kiss on your forehead when she noticed a frown on your face, a hand tugging your wrist when she thought someone was trying to flirt with you, a head on your chest when you slept over.

Out here, Jackie only seemed to cling to you more. When she felt useless, you'd find a chore not too disgusting for her to take on, but you'd also assure her that she was a person. A teenager unexpectedly thrown to the wolves. She didn't need to be perfect.

She was still perfect to you, though. Of course you'd do anything for her. So, you calmly reply, "Yes, I care. I would do it if you needed it," brushing it off as just Jackie being your best friend Jackie, and begin to walk into the water, your clothes still on.

Jackie grabs your wrist, causing you to look back at her. "When you have to save me from the Loch Ness monster, those wet clothes'll slow you down."

"When? Did you call them here?"

Jackie laughs. "Yes. And she said she eats people who don't relax. I'm not trying to push you to do something you don't want to do, but I know you'll be more comfy with less clothes on. I can help you chill out."

After you raise your brows at her words, she clarifies with darting eyes and a wavering voice, "Like, give you a massage or something."

Conceding with a smile you try to hide by turning away from her, you start removing your top and bottoms.

Jackie quickly follows right after you begin, then drags you by your arm into the water. "See? It's nice. And you look perfect."

Jackie deadpans at you when you roll your eyes, but decides not to argue. She moves on to cupping some water in her hands, spilling it over your head and cooling your skin and scalp. "Don't want you to cook out here," she murmurs in that doting tone of hers.

Jackie walks behind you and spills some water on your exposed back and neck. You shiver slightly at the cooling sensation, then relax as Jackie runs her fingertips over your back. She presses her thumbs into the skin of your back and shoulders, rubbing out the tension.

"Feels nice," you praise.

"Told you so."

After a few minutes, an idea comes to her. If you didn't believe her more subtle attempts of showing you how she feels about you, maybe she'd just have to be more explicit. Crashing out here made her realize what she really wanted, and she was ready to admit that now.

So, Jackie pauses her movements, leans over your shoulder, and softly says "Hey. You mind if I try something?"

You turn to look at her. "Does it involve the Loch Ness monster? You sacrificing me to save yourself?"

She laughs, resting her forehead on your shoulder. God. Despite the shit you have to deal with here, getting to see Jackie like this makes you forget about it all.

"No, don't worry. She's pleased with you now. This is all me."

"Okay. Go ahead," you agree.

Jackie leans back, sliding her hands down to your hips. Then, you feel a soft press against the top of your back, her lips lingering on your skin for a moment before trailing up to your shoulder. Her nose tickles you as it drags against your back lightly, causing you to stiffen.

Jackie leans over your shoulder again, pressing her front to your back and hugging you fully, arms around your stomach. She looks up at your face, watching for a reaction. There's something anxious and pleading in her wide-eyed expression. It's much different from her usual casual demeanor when she kissed you. This is a confession, and she's hoping for some kind of acceptance.

When you turn in her hold and slip your arms around her waist with a smile, she's giggling, quickly kissing over your face before finally catching your lips.

She feels so different than how this place has treated you. Her lips are smooth, moving on yours slowly and carefully. It's not tentative, but thoughtful, as if from one of the many romance films she had you watch. Her lips slide against yours easily, some strawberry flavored lip gloss slipping into your mouth. Jackie unintentionally breaks the kiss with a grin she can't fight off, so you lean your forehead against hers.

"God. Now that's a kiss. Jeff's always practically eating my face."

You laugh lightly before kissing across her cheeks, her forehead, her nose...

"Okay, maybe you are, too. But I like it when it's you."

You pull back to look at her, and she's got a soft smile on her face, like you're the only thing she sees. It's a look you recognize from the many times you tried on clothes at the mall together, when she looked at you after helping you dress up for homecomings and proms, when she watched you opening up the birthday gifts she had given you every year since you met.

"I like everything when it's you, you know. When it's yours," she continues.

"Thanks," you reply, pulling her into a hug and hiding your face in her hair. "I like all of you, too."

"Don't hide," she chides sweetly. She turns her head to press comforting kisses on your cheek before pulling back to look at you. "I mean it. I love every part of you. Nothing's gonna change that. Not even being covered in dirt and blood and sweat."

With a small laugh, you reply, "Thanks, Jackie. I love you, too."

"You better, 'cause you're stuck with me," she responds, wrapping her arms around your waist before sucking softly on your neck. It doesn't feel sexual, but soothing. Like she's appreciating you.

Jackie pulls away with a relaxed sigh. "I needed this," she tells you, resting her head on your shoulder.

"Me too."

"I knew it," she smiles, closing her eyes and nuzzling into your neck.

"That's why you're the captain. You always know how to make people feel better."

Jackie quickly pulls back to look at you, wide eyes blinking rapidly. "You mean that?"

Nodding, you assure her, "Yeah. I mean it." You begin to lightly scratch her back, trying to further prove how much you value her. "I mean, I hope you'd use other ways to make the rest of the team feel better, but…"

She laughs, replying, "Don't worry. This is only for you." Returning to cuddling into your neck, she adds, "And I couldn't do it without you. I need you to make me feel better, too."

author's note: okay i need to write angst after this.

#fan fic rec #jackie taylor x reader #yellowjackets fanfic #fluff

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