Wait I Need You To Elaborate On That “drunk Reader Grinding Against Jackie’s Thigh” Thought 😵‍💫

yellowjackets

➢Shauna Shipman

➢Jackie Taylor

➢Jackieshauna

➢Lottie Matthews

➢Natalie Scatorccio

➢Other

SFW/NSFW Amber Freeman x AFAB Reader Headcannons ♡

Warnings: Contains NSFW content. Enter at your own risk!

Notes: First ever posttttt!!! Hope it’s good haha

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SFW ♡

• Always needs to be touching you, like literally ALWAYS. She will be attached to you at the hip.

• Loves to dress you up in skimpy outfits for all of her parties, but gets pissed off when people look at you.

• Absolutely a Roblox kid. She bullies little kids in adopt me.

• Girl can not cook for her LIFE, first time she tried to make dinner for you, you had to pull out the fire extinguisher.

• Be ready for sleepovers nearly EVERY night. If you don’t come over, she absolutely will climb into your window at night.

• Tries not to drag you into any of the ghostface stuff, will go BATSHIT if Richie lays a finger on you.

• Extremely possessive of course, hates when people stare at you, or even talk to you when she is around.

• She would, of course kill someone for you, without a doubt.

• Super whiny when you don’t give her what she wants, especially if it’s late night and she wants to cuddle.

NSFW ♡

• You already know she is absolutely ADDICTED to eating you out. She can’t get enough of your taste, will whine and beg for you to let her eat you out again.

• No doubt has a fantasy of fucking you in your sleep.. If you let her she will be ecstatic.

• Of course, will fuck you with her strap in the ghostface costume.

• If you let her, she has a fantasy for you to let her carve her initials into your skin with her knife.

• Would never actually hurt you in bed, but she definitely has a thing for pain in bed.

• Would be gentle the your first couple of times having sex, until one night, after her first kill, that’s when things get much more heated.

• Loves to mark up your body with hickey’s and bite marks, and would love you to do the same to her. She would absolutely show them off in public.

• Usually pretty serious during sex, if you’re doing it rough, but she can get pretty giggly.

• I think she normally prefers rough sex with you, but on special nights she loves to be up close and intimate with you.

• Not really into anal with you, but would let you peg her with a strap.

• Loves to ride your strap, moving her hips as the material rub against your clit, teasing you on the brink of orgasm.

• Loves to do overstimulation on you. She will hold your hips down to stop you from moving as she laps up your juices from your previous orgasms.

drunken caitvi at da club……….

i will never be happy while jinx and vi are apart 😞 can they just have a happy ending together plz jinx come back

“You must come with me, loving me, to death; or else hate me, and still come with me” Carmilla, 1872.

we need more pervert rhiannon

nsfw content so mdni! also maybe some book!rhiannon references + knife play, role play, etc. etc.

pervert!rhiannon who leaves her phone recording on the nightstand when she knows you’ll be alone in her house to hear the little sounds you make when you think no one’s listening. she doesn't expect much, perhaps the rustle of sheets or the clink of her mug in your hand. what rhiannon does not expect is the faint creak of her mattress and the shuffle of clothes being pushed aside, followed by your quiet moans.

pervert!rhiannon who keeps the file saved and plays it back later, in bed, legs spread and one hand between them, phone to her ear.

on that note: pervert!rhiannon who lowkey gets off on knowing exactly what you’re doing even when she’s not there. she has your schedule and routes memorized.

pervert!rhiannon who thinks about how much she wants to unzip you from your own skin, not with the intention of hurting you, just to see & understand. to have proof that your insides are just as pretty, just as hers, as the rest of you.

pervert!rhiannon who loves denying you what you want. she’ll have you crying for it, tied to the bed and begging with a vibrator or her fingers pressed against your clit. with every whine and shudder, she’ll just smile and press harder.

pervert!rhiannon who makes you repeat after her while you come: “i belong to you”, “i’m yours”, “no one else gets this.”…she needs to hear it, have the words echoing in her ears while you fall apart underneath her even when she’s the one giving it to you.

pervert!rhiannon who touches herself in your bed when you’re not home, wearing your clothes and whispering your name into the pillow.

pervert!rhiannon who humps your pillow and later presses your face into the stain she’s left on it while she fucks you from behind.

i’ve definitely mentioned this before but: pervert!rhiannon who steals your underwear every time she has the chance. she sniffs them, presses the fabric to her face, then touches herself with them tucked between her thighs, thinking about what you smell and feel like, rubbing against her.

pervert!rhiannon who likes to leave her panties in your bag, your coat pocket, your car…places you’ll find them when she’s not around.

pervert!rhiannon who wants to know and understand what every sound you make means. she’ll edge you for hours to memorize the pitch of every gasp, every breathless whimper, so she can recreate it exactly, on command.

pervert!rhiannon who fantasizes and touches herself to the thought of hurting people who hurt you. she’s followed people home for less and there’s no world where someone slights you and doesn’t end up in her mental kill list.

pervert!rhiannon who spits on your cunt before she fucks you. “such a pretty thing,” she breathes softly, eyes fixated on your clit as she rubs her spit across it, then dips her fingers inside to pump it into you, moaning like she can can feel your walls clamping down on her.

pervert!rhiannon who gets jealous of your vibrator LMAOO. she’ll let you use it, sure, though only if she’s the one holding it. she’ll laugh at you if you cum too fast and edge you again, slower. “you finish when i say you do,” rhiannon murmurs, hand between your thighs. “not when a stupid toy tells you to”

pervert!rhiannon who gets off on performing with the strap. not just fucking you, but watching your face while she does it: mirror on the wall, your back arched, rhiannon behind you, one hand curled up in your hair, the other guiding her cock like it’s hers, not just a toy. she slams into you hard enough to make your breath hitch while she tells you to look at her in the reflection. (pervert!rhiannon who jerks herself off with the strap before she fucks you…?)

pervert!rhiannon would definitely buy one of those cum filled straps. she gets off on the fantasy of breeding you, on the illusion of filling you with something that’s hers. she’ll coo when you whimper under her, holding your legs up and apart while she fucks you with something too big. “gotta stretch you open if you want to carry for me, don’t i?” she says with mock-sweetness. “you feel that? fuck, you’d be so pretty full of me”

pervert!rhiannon who wants to fill you up and leave it in and watch you leak. she’ll hold your thighs open, thumb rubbing where it drips out. “you’re going to keep it in, aren’t you? be a good girl and keep me in” other times, she’ll keep the strap in for hours, taping the toy to your thigh, tying your legs shut around it, or just leave it there, watching you squirm. “don’t spill,” she says, licking her lips. “you owe me that.”

pervert!rhiannon who watches you shower and pushes you against the tiles once she can’t keep her hands off you anymore. she likes the inconvenience of it; the heat of the hot water, the wet slap of skin, your gasps and how you flail for balance. “couldn’t wait,” she mutters against your neck, strap already pushing in as she inhales your scent. “you looked too good. couldn’t fucking wait.”

pervert!rhiannon who points out all the places she could hurt you in the most soothing voice imaginable. “here,” she rasps, kissing your collarbone. “here,” another kiss, this time against your hip. “and here,” her mouth hovers over your pulse. “do you trust me?”

pervert!rhiannon who holds your wrists down with one hand and presses the blade of her knife against your tongue with the other. “taste it,” she instructs.

pervert!rhiannon who kisses you with blood on her hands. not always yours, not always hers. she won’t say where it came from, and you don’t ask. it doesn’t matter whose it is, she’ll make you suck it from her digits anyway, or smear it across your cheeks. (also!! sub!pervert!rhiannon, anyone…? who begs to be called good girl with blood all over her after getting back home from a kill…? “tell me i’m good,” she’ll beg. “please tell me i’m good”)

period sex with pervert!rhiannon…..? she doesn’t care if you’re on your period, in fact, she likes it when she can smell or taste it when she kisses you after eating you out. rhiannon will make you lay back with your legs open to watch the blood drip down your thighs. and when she goes down on you, she makes a mess on purpose until her nose, chin and cheeks are covered in crimson.

you know the drill but….pervert!rhiannon who loves roleplay.“play dead,” she once said, straddling you with the strap already pressing into your stomach. “i’ll tell you when to wake up.” (book reference…)

pervert!rhiannon who fucks you with the hilt of her knife. that’s it, that’s the thought.

MY SHAYLAAAA 💔💔💔💔😭😭

YELLOWJACKETS 3.04: 12 Angry Girls and 1 Drunk Travis

me seeing Sevika x male!reader as if that isn’t a raging dyk3…… 🤨

me seeing Sevika x male!reader as if that isn’t a raging dyk3…… 🤨

ellie, who unexpectedly orgasms as she’s strapping you.

you thought something was off by how sloppy she was handling your hips, her fingers twitching impulsively and the thrusts of the silicone in your cunt is faltering. maybe her stamina is no longer, or maybe she’s just not into you.

but you hear her exhale shakily, her choked up breaths. people usually tried missionary first, but not ellie - she wanted to see you ride it reverse cowgirl, watch your ass from behind in doggy, and she wanted to hear you cry out speed-bump style.

but she’s on top of you now, your lower back angled comfortably on a sweaty pillow, legs hanging off the edge of the mattress.

“fuck.. fuck.. fuck—“ she whimpers silently to herself, and your glossed eyes are fluttering open. you’ll call out her name with difficulty, ellie?

that intangible pleasure in your cunt she used to hit with ease is starting to subside, but it doesn’t matter, because your core is tightening when you see her fucked-out expression. her lids shut, eyebrows arched in ecstasy and my god, williams.. it looks like you’re the one getting fucked.

the constant rocking has been stimulating her poor, swollen clit. and suddenly provoking her orgasm, her hips are twitching like crazy, whimpering exhales sloppily seeping from her lips.

“are you fucking coming?” you gasp jaggedly, feeling the silicone burrow deeply into your hole in these random and unanticipated twitches.

you’ll cup her face, and her skin is piping hot, melting into your sweaty palms. her eyes are closed, and even when they are fluttering, you can only see the pleasured whites of her eyes.

“mm—fuck-‘m sorry, i’m sorry baby-ah—..” she whimpers, too embarrassed to open her eyes fully for you to see her shameful irises, dilated pupils that are so selfish.

she’s using her remaining momentum to sporadically thrust into your soaked slit, encouraging those last ruffles of her rupturing orgasm, humming low and guttural as she does so. “felt so good—fuck, pussy feels so good, baby—“ she exhales breathlessly, her parted lips against your chest.

you can feel the hot air on your skin, condensation melting into the pores.

she tries to continue, for your sake, for your enjoyment. but it’s too much, oversensitivity that has her trembling like a loser; her arms are quivering as they try to hold her up. “i can’t-can’t go anymore—“ she whines, her measly thrusts forcing her clit into overdrive.

just the smallest tap has her overwhelmed. but you’re not satisfied, she knows this.

“keep going.” you demand, determined eyes maintaining a solid gaze at her own, your palms still framing her jaw. “i need to come too.”

and when she pauses, eyes glassy with the overbrimming bliss, you dip her face lower. her ear inches away from your lips, and you whisper with a callous hue. “you talked so much fucking game, so fuck me until i come. is that so much to ask?”

“i can’t-i can’t, it’s too—“ she tries to defend herself, tries to ignore the constant contracting of her hole; the rigorous pulsing of her tormented bud. but you’re quick to deflate it.

“it’s always about you, huh, ellie?” you murmur, slowly rutting your hips against the silicone. she can hear the challenge in your voice, the way you diminish her, the humiliating wetness of her slick.

and she loves it.

“stop being so selfish, and fuck me.” you order, your arms sprawling out to your sides - because you want her to put the work in, make the same mess of you as she did herself.

and she will. she’ll whine, she’ll beg, she’ll plead. it’s too much, i can’t, please baby as she fucks into you like you deserve. the veins in her hands prominent as she tries to keep herself steady, the definition in her abdomen from the clenching, and the pitiful way she’s crying out. whimpering for breath, a pleasured tear landing on your collarbone.

but she fucks you good, and you’re grateful for it.