#yellowjackets van

fem!reader , butchfemme dynamic , implied domsub , he/they/she prns for van 👅 , pwp , daddy knk.

van loves feeling like the butchest butch to ever butch. when you feed into it and affirm them they swear they experience actual hard-ons.

“so handsome, baby,” you coo in her ear from behind. “we’re gonna look so good together tonight.” your hands smooth over her shoulders, the wool of her blazer soft on your palms. she smells earthy, a bit smoky with a sweet undertone; that cologne you love.

“fuck, you know you can’t talk to me like that. i get excited.” van mutters with a smirk you catch in the mirror.

he turns to face you, hands finding your waist like second nature. he loves that. the two of you fitting like puzzle pieces, your styles complimenting each other perfectly. when you walk into a room and he gets to trail behind like your accessory, proudly sporting a kiss mark in your signature lip shade — god, it’s too good.

“i’ve been excited looking at you.” you emphasize pulling him in for a kiss. van chases you without question, lips soft and eager against yours. they push your body to theirs, moving against your mouth with the desperation to be closer on their tongue. you pull back and revel in them looking a little dazed, rubbing your thumb over their scar out of habit.

“my boyfriend’s so pretty.”

van snorts, “boyfriend’s a bit elementary for us, you think?”

“excuse me — husband?”

he groans like that word hit his gut, but you know. heat creeps along his neck under his collar in a way that makes him consider checking the reservation time. to drive it home, you look up through your lashes, holding their gaze when you choose to speak.

“wan’ you to put a baby in me.”

van huffs with a laugh at your flirting, only slightly taken aback by your brazenness. you’re very serious. and you can see it getting to him, impure thoughts clouding his mind rather easily.

“down, girl. let me take you out to dinner first?” van quips, smirk loosely returning.

“what a gentleman.” they shiver, your fingers loosely raking through the hair at their nape. “you gonna fuck me in the car on our way home? make me cry on your cock in the bathroom?”

“jesus, babe, you got such a filthy mouth…” their words come out gruff, strained with the bubbling lust your sweet talking has built. hands get rougher, more possessive around your waist. “i fuckin’ love it. shit, i need to cum in you so fucking bad.” she captures you in a searing kiss, so needy and wild it shoves you back onto your vanity’s chair.

practiced, van comfortably slides his hand between your thighs, tutting at you to keep your eyes on him like you’ve been taught. he doesn’t have to ask you to spread for him, he never does. his rings feel cold against your skin, even colder against your folds when your panties get bunched to the side. the moans you let out when he eases in are pornographic. he hisses at how easy your cunt swallows his fingers, always welcoming him home so warmly.

“you get so fuckin’ wet when i start acting like your man. sweet girl…you wanna have my kids, huh? make me a daddy? dumb slut gets this worked up over a suit and tie and wants to be a mama.” they mock you, smiling ear to ear when you whine about it.

you can barely keep your eyes open but you nod fiercely, abandoning sensibility here at her mercy. her fingers work you so expertly that agreeing is all you’ve got. over and over, van’s mind loops husband husband husband, the title churning in her brain and settling there like a high. he looooves that. your husband. your husband whose gonna take such good care of you.

“so good… hnngh—fuck, feels s’good, daddy…”

“how good? how good does daddy make you feel, honey?”

van replies without missing a beat. he beckons his fingers inside you to accentuate the indecent sounds your pussy makes for him. when your answer lags van whistles for your attention, and your eyes shoot open in acknowledgment. it’s too much. you peer down to watch sterling silver pump in and out of you, the sight of cream coating the rings enough to wake you up.

“i lo… i love it. love you. l-love it s’much! need more.. needa cum.” he drinks up the shakiness to your voice.

“oh, how could daddy deny his baby anything? who do you take me for?” they chime with their usual merriment, chuckling a little to themself while fucking you to your peak.

“cum on my fingers so i can treat you to dinner. c’mon, baby.”

the reason — g!p van palmer headcanons

authors note: thank you for the request anon! yellowjackets fandom needs to start writing more for our butch gf van palmer 😫

warnings: NSFW 🔞 mdni

~ Kinktober Day 9: Sleepy Sex - Van Palmer ~

Words: 951

Note: My first Van work! I really rushed to get this out so I would be caught up with Kinktober, but I don't mind it. Hopefully you enjoy!

You’re dreaming, for once. The cabin is creaking, the wood splintering off its hinges in the frigid blizzard winds. The soft snores of the other Yellowjackets are reverberating off the frost covered windows. The final embers of the fire crackle as everyone bundles in their thin blankets and dirty sweatshirts.

Van’s arms are wrapped tightly around you, her nose pressed against the nape of your neck. Her breaths are heavier than everyone else’s - she’s the only one still awake. She suppresses the urge to toss and turn, opting to keep you warm and comfy in her grasp. At least one of you can sleep tonight.

Her hands start to drift down your body, curious. You’ve talked about this before, sharing your fantasy of Van using you as she sees fit, specifically when you’re sleeping. Maybe tonight’s the night to try it out, Van thinks with a smirk.

She presses a kiss behind your ear, a sweet promise that she’ll take care of you like she always does. Your muscles tense when her cold fingers ghost against your stomach, but quickly relax among realizing it’s just Van. You mumble something unintelligible before cuddling back into her chest. Van smiles, letting out a gentle laugh against your hair.

Her fingertips play with the waistband of your sweatpants, toying with the fabric, before she starts to explore lower. You let out a sleepy groan when she starts to touch your inner thighs, teasing you even while you’re asleep.

“Hey,” she whispers into your ear. “You awake?”

Based on your stillness, she guesses that you’ve stumbled back into sleep. Her fingers begin their exploration again before fluttering to your center. She dips into the growing wetness, holding back a moan at how soaked you’ve already become just by a couple light touches. It’s like even in your sleep, you’re always ready for her. The thought urges her forward, and she curls her middle finger into your core. You whimper, rutting your hips against her palm, but she’s quick to hold you steady.

She’s cautious, not wanting to move too fast and wake you. So she pets along your core, teasing your clit against her thumb, and committing your delicious noises to memory. She’s vaguely aware of the rest of the girls and the fact that they could easily awaken to Van’s fingers shoved in your pussy, you choking on dreamy moans. The thought rings fear through her but something else… something that screams adrenaline and danger but makes her cheeks hot and her hips press against your ass as if Van’s hiding a hard dick in her pants that’s aching for you.

So, she continues. She adds another finger, and you mewl, an almost pained sound, that makes Van shush you.

“Hey, quiet baby, quiet. I can’t keep going if you make so much noise.”

You can hear Van’s voice, but the words are garbled, like she’s far away. You’re just focused on the prying fingers in your core, curling and playing with your pussy like it’s a puzzle Van is desperate to solve. You give another whine, and Van stops moving, harshly whispering something you can’t make out. You attempt to thrust your hips to push her fingers back in, but she’s made her decision. If you can’t stay quiet, you can’t cum, simple rule.

And your brain seems to understand this rule even through the exhausted haze. Your eyes flutter open, and even though still half asleep, you grab Van’s wrist and drag it back down to your aching clit.

Van scoffs, amused. “You’re that needy, huh? You can’t even wait. Need it right now. Fine. But you have to be quiet.”

You give a halfhearted nod, and Van rolls her eyes but dips her fingers back in. She moans softly against your ear, obsessed with the way your pussy sucks her fingers in like it never wants her to leave. The way your juices soak her fingers, it’s all she can think about, and she thrusts them in faster.

You’re waking up now, that’s for sure. You have to press your mouth into the pillow and bite down just to hold in your whines. Now on your stomach, Van lays atop you, both hands playing with you.

There’s a very good chance that someone’s awake and watching in horror and minor disgust, but Van couldn’t care less. She’s addicted to the warm wetness between your legs, tongue begging for a taste. And not to mention, the stream of drool falling from your lips as you muffle moans into the pillow.

She traces circles around your clit, and you see stars, now three fingers stuffed inside, filling you to the brim. Van pinches your clit, and suddenly, you’re cumming. You fill your mouth with pillow as your hips stutter against Van’s strong hold. And it doesn’t help that she’s whispering praises into your ear.

“Good job, good girl, you did great.”

She’s still on top of you as you come down from your high, hands motionless between your legs. Finally, Van slips her hands out of your pants and turns over, laying beside you. You pull your head up just enough to meet her eyes, and she gives you a dangerous wink before pressing her fingers to her tongue.

You feel your face turn red.

“What?” She whispers with an innocent shrug. “I needed to clean them off.” Van’s eyes hungrily drift down your body. “You need to be cleaned off too, you know.”

“They’ll hear us,” you argue, although the thought of Van between your legs, licking you clean, is filthy and mouthwatering.

She leans in closer, nose to nose. “As long as you’re quiet.”

van would do anything to make sure their partner is well taken care of, no matter where or when; treating you like their own toy to use whenever. since discovering your kink for freeuse, they had sure been using it to their advantage. and god, there was no way you could complain.

“nghh— van, i can’t,” you whined over the counter, bent over the cold marble. the water you had placed on the stove minutes before softly bubbled as you felt their thick strap pistoning in and out of your leaking hole. naked skin below the harness slapped against your backside, filling the kitchen with the sound of steady and constant pounding.

“c’mon, you can finish your food later. just let me have this first?,” they proposed, still concentrating on their rhythm and watching the silicone stretching your walls with each thrust into you. they were absolutely entranced with how you absorbed the shock, the fat of your ass softly recoiling each time their hips made contact.

the tip consistently hit your g-spot from the consistent angle, making you whine harder and sink your head down into your arms resting on the counter. the girth alone was enough to make your brain foggy, every inch opening you up even further. you could hardly handle it, especially as suddenly as it had been given to you. your right hand weakly reached behind you swatting at their stomach in an attempt to push them away from you.

“oh, don’t do that. you know you can take it, baby,” you could just hear that stupid ass smirk in their voice and it only made you groan louder. freckled hands reached for yours, pinning them behind your back to continue their rough hits of their hips into yours. embarrassingly, you only felt yourself grower closer at their condescension. drool spilled out of your mouth onto your forearm as you rapidly approached your climax. van recognizing the weakness in your legs, and of course, used this as an invitation to roughen their movements, chuckling at the crescendo in your moans.

the words could barely leave your mouth before you felt yourself convulsing all over and loudly whimpering into the counter. the right hand that remained between van’s fingers grasping out for nothing while their thrusts continued to guide you through your climax. the pot of water on the hot stove had boiled over at this point, meeting you at the same point in your peak as you finally came down from your hard orgasm. van reluctantly pulled out watching as you clenched around nothing as you were emptied.

their hands gently pulled your pants back up to your hips, kissing your forehead as they turned you around to face them. your face was covered in tears, eyes bloodshot as you hiccuped into their arms. “i guess i’ll finish cooking later,” you weakly chuckled at them, turning the heat off and placing your pot to the side.

𝖺𝗇：i just made BULLSHITTTT . . but hai i’m alive and will maybe start writing more idk i like to procrastinate