#heatherssmut

Okay, so I’m feeling a little more confident after writing that Chansaw one shot and hopefully that didn’t suck. Anyhow, this contains smut prompts 1, 17, 20, 28, and 30. I really appreciate the amount of notes some of my posts are getting! BTW, a JD x reader smut is coming up soon. Maybe in a few days time. I only have experience with AFAB smut writing but I will be working on my AMAB writing. For the moment, it will be a female reader. Thank you and sorry for rambling! Also I used one of the pet names for Heather Chandler (Ma belle) from a post by @carlisles-girl WARNINGS: Swearing, smut. I’m pretty sure that’s it but let me know if I missed anything! MINORS DON’T INTERACT! Y/N could hardly contain herself as she waited for her girlfriend, Heather Chandler, to arrive at her house. All afternoon, Heather had been out at the mall. Y/N got bored and decided to send teasing pictures of herself in lingerie to Heather.  That certainly got Heather’s attention.  For the last hour, Y/N had been teasing Heather and now Heather was finally coming home to punish her. Y/N squeezed her thighs together in anticipation.  10 minutes passed and Heather finally walked through the door. Y/N heard Heather’s probably red heels clicking against the tiles. Seconds later, the mythic bitch herself appeared around the corner and uttered two words, “Bed. Now.” Y/N, almost giddy, quickly ran upstairs and into her bedroom. She was grateful that her parents were away for the week and couldn’t wait to be fucked by her girlfriend.   Heather entered the room after Y/N, locking the door behind her and unbuttoning her blazer, letting it fall to the floor. Y/N gulped and tried ignoring the ache between her legs.  “You’re such a fucking tease,” said Heather in a soft voice, “Thanks to that, I want to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk for a week. Imagine that, ma belle.” Y/N let out a soft moan at her words. Heather smirked and climbed on top of Y/N. Her manicured hands went to the hem of the loose-fitting shirt Y/N wore and yanked it over her head, revealing the lacy (favorite color) lingerie Y/N had worn. The shirt was tossed elsewhere but Y/N didn’t have time to worry about that. Heather unclipped Y/N’s bra and immediately took a nipple in her mouth, using a hand to roll the other between her fingers. Y/N moaned and felt herself get even wetter. Heather switched between Y/N’s breasts for a few minutes then she suddenly pulled away. Y/N whined at the loss of contact. “Be a good girl and spread your legs,” said Heather as she pushed Y/N’s thighs apart. Y/N hadn’t worn shorts beneath her oversized shirt and didn’t regret the decision at all. Heather pressed the soaked fabric into Y/N’s core, getting a cross between a needy whine and a moan from Y/N.  Heather smirked and locked eyes with Y/N. “Heather, please,” begged Y/N, “Please fuck me.” Heather had never been one for begging and this time was no different. She quickly ripped the lacy panties off of her girlfriend and pumped three fingers in and out of Y/N at a slow pace. The heel of her palm slowly rubbed against Y/N’s clit.  For several minutes, Heather slowly moved her fingers in and out of Y/N. As she listened to Y/N’s needy whimpers and moans, it became hard to stay slow. Soon, she was pumping her fingers in and out of Y/N. Heather could tell she was close and quickly pulled away. Y/N cried out in protest but it was quickly replaced by a moan once Heather dove in between her thighs, licking up her juices. Y/N moaned at the feeling of Heather’s tongue fucking her. “You’re the only person I’d fuck like this,” said Heather against her slit, sending vibrations through Y/N’s core. Y/N only moaned in response. She was absolutely drunk off the feeling of her girlfriend eating her out.  Heather sensed Y/N was so close. She quickly began rubbing Y/N’s bud, causing Y/N to release all over Heather’s face. Heather wiped her face off with a nearby rag and tossed it to Y/N. “Don’t forget you belong to me, Y/N L/N. I will not hesitate to remind you of that.” And with that, the mythic bitch disappeared out the door. 

So, third time's a charm. I've been writing this since last week and every damn time I get close to finishing it, my computer decides to either shut down or just magically rid the screen of all my progress. I'm attempting to write this for the third time lmao. Oh, btw I chose JD x Fem! Reader. Also, while writing this, my dumbass was trying to print a school paper and I totally forgot how Word works. Long story short, I clicked the print button like 46 times and had a fucking marathon to get the damn printer to stop printing. WARNINGS: Smut, swearing, mentions of suicide (the faked ones and actual suicidal feelings), murder, and oral (on female) MINORS DON'T INTERACT! Y/N flipped through the dusty old textbook for the third time that hour. As she skimmed the lines, she'd look for those 'check your knowledge!' questions and quiz herself. It was already almost midnight and she had to get up early for yearbook the next morning. Since the year was coming to an end, yearbooks were coming out soon and it was total chaos around the printers. This year, three popular students had killed themselves. In turn, each of those students were getting a two-page spread. When Y/N first heard that she rolled her eyes. Heather Chandler, Kurt Kelly, and Ram Sweeney didn't kill themselves. Y/N's boyfriend killed them. It totally backfired considering everyone treated the mentions of those three dead students as they were God herself. "Knock, knock!" Speak of the devil. "What, JD? I'm trying to study. If you haven't noticed, we've got finals coming up and I'd like to pass them," snapped Y/N. JD frowned and closed the window he had just came through in. "Y'know, Y/N, this much stress is just going to drive you mad." Y/N rolled her eyes and continued to try and grasp calculus. JD was silent for a few minutes before he appeared at her side with his signature smirk. "I could help you destress, y'know." Y/N nodded and JD quickly pushed everything off her desk. His arms wrapped around her waist and set her on the desk before quickly yanking off the gray joggers she wore. In another swift movement, Y/N's panties were thrown somewhere and JD's tongue was inside of her. Y/N gasped at the feeling of JD sucking at her folds. A hand tightly yanked at his hair. "Fuck- JD!" JD growled into her core, a hiccup of moans getting caught in Y/N's throat. JD hid no pride in knowing how fast he made her moan. His tongue flicked her clit back and forth, applying as much pressure as he could. Y/N could only tug at his hair and moan. It had been so long since she felt that familiar knot in her stomach. "You're the only person I'd fuck like this," growled JD. JD seemed to sense this because he moved his tongue even faster, lapping up all her juices. "Jason- oh my god, I'm gonna cum!" Y/N released and JD quickly cleaned her with his tongue as she rode out her orgasm. Soon, JD handed her the sweatpants she had been wearing when he first came in. "I'm going to go get you some food. Just relax until I get back," ordered JD. Y/N opened her mouth to protest but JD quickly added, "Please take a break, love. You're overworking yourself." Y/N sighed and pulled on her sweatpants. "I'm gonna miss you if you just leave now. Can I come with you?" asked Y/N. JD chuckled and held out a hand. "You're so clingy. I love it. I love you." Y/N squeezed his hand. "And I love you."

Yeah, of course! I'm so sorry it's took forever. didn't feel good for a few days when this was submitted and I had quite the weekend so it's already been probably a week and I apologize. Anyhow, this includes smut prompt #7, "Good girl." WARNINGS: Smut, a little bit of swearing, fingering, oral, and praise kink. Also, a mention of JD and his suicide. MINORS DON’T INTERACT! Veronica glanced over at Heather McNamara. Heather was curled up in the fluffiest blanket Veronica had ever seen. Her blonde curls framed her face and her blue eyes were focused on the movie she was watching as Veronica studied. Veronica smiled to herself before looking down at the textbook in her lap. For the last several weeks, Veronica had been cramming for her SATs. She had to get extremely good grades on these to build up a reputation for the schools she was planning to apply for. Sometimes, Veronica longed to be the tiny blonde Heather. Mac had already gotten committed to Ohio State University for cheerleading. She didn't have to worry about passing her SATs, although Veronica knew Mac would indeed pass, or having to wait for a letter back from the universities. "Veronica," called Heather in a sing-song voice. Veronica looked at Heather who had a goofy smile on her face. "I've been calling you for like, five minutes already," said Heather, "What's got you in such deep thought?" Veronica merely smiled, "You." Heather lightly blushed. One thing Veronica really was going to miss about Sherwood was Heather. They had been dating ever since her ex-boyfriend blew himself up. Heather had been the sweetest to Veronica and ever since then, they've been dating. Veronica shut her textbook and set it on the coffee table. "I'm just stressed, Heather." Heather gave her a small pout and turned off the TV. "Well," said Heather as she leaned back, "Maybe you should take a break? Aren't study breaks recommended? Like, work for a half hour then take a 5-10 minutes break? Besides, you're going to pass with the best scores those colleges and this town has ever seen." Veronica held Heather's manicured hand and kissed it. "Would you mind if I just let my stress out on you?" Heather seemed to sense where this was headed because she slyly smiled, "Be my guest." Veronica tilted her head up with a finger. "Good girl." Veronica climbed on top of the small blonde, reaching a hand underneath Heather's skirt. She slowly rubbed circles on the blonde's clit as she sucked at Heather's fair skin. Veronica heard a soft whimper and harshly bit down on her neck. Heather let out a moan as Veronica pushed her panties aside and thrusted three fingers inside. Heather bit her lip, looking up at the ceiling. Suddenly, Veronica leaned forward, putting her mouth on Heather's clit. Heather grabbed a handful of Veronica's hair, tugging. With every moan that left Heather's mouth, Veronica moaned in response. Not even after two minutes, Heather came. Veronica licked her juices and smoothed down Heather's skirt before sitting back up. "Thanks! I think I'll study now!" she said as she opened her textbook.