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my bad for being a sensitive little bitch!!!!!!!!!!!

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─── 𝖙hat's just 𝓵ottie . . . (best-friend fem!reader)

warnings. somno. dub-con. creepy lottie. manipulation. can’t you tell I just love an oblivious reader 🧘🏽‍♀️

lottie wouldn’t call herself obsessive.

neither would you.

you’d known her long enough to memorise her; her breathing, and how it goes shallow right before she’s about to sleep. how quiet she moved, as if her feet were padded or she didn’t want to be heard. she was woven into your blood, low and gradual, until you couldn’t tell what was yours and what was hers.

and everything she did was intentional. it all landed with a thud, like she was trying to press herself into you permanently. her habits had conjoined with yours into a ritual. everything down to your morning routines have morphed into one.

she never asked for anything, not really. she just offered, always. her time, her touch, her constant attention. her money. not a dime entered her pockets without it being spent on you; matching dresses, matching rings, twin necklaces like charms keeping you tethered. “this one’s for you. it’ll match mine.”

you never protested. not anymore at least. she was so good to you. thoughtful. a little intense for you, sure, but she never asked for anything in return.

and when her fingers traced the back of your neck, slow and thoughtful, you shivered, and she’d smile – the unknown patterns she would leave, created a small burning feeling at your skin. sometimes her hand hovered at the small of your back and stayed too long, you leaned into it without thinking. it was just touch.

it was just lottie.

her fingers would also trail over your wrist when you sit beside her, thigh leaning against yours long after it should’ve moved. she sometimes stares at you like she’s waiting for something, some divine permission she knows you’ll never consciously give her, but she’s patient.

lottie has always been patient.

and yet…there were certain things that didn’t make sense to you.

just fleeting moments.

when you told her you were thinking of dating someone, she went quiet. her lashes fluttered down. and then;  “I just don’t want anyone to take you away from me.”

you giggled, nervously, eyes wary as lottie stared at you with furrowed brows. “i’m not going anywhere,” you told her. “you’re my best friend.”

her smile was slow and strange. “i know,” she whispered. “you just…forget that sometimes.”

and maybe that’s why lottie didn’t like to sleep alone. maybe that’s why it started with sleepovers, then turned into shared beds, then into nights where she curled herself around you like a lifeline, breath warm against your ear. her hands never strayed ( you believed, you didn’t think she’d hurt you in your sleep ) but they never stopped touching, either. a thumb brushing your collarbone. fingertips pressed to your stomach beneath the hem of your shirt, steady and still.

and you let her. but not because you were too afraid to say no, but because you didn’t think no ever needed saying.

you recall sleeping in her bed more nights than your own. at first, because it was easier. then, because she asked. eventually, because she never let you go home.

not that she said that.

she’d yawn, say she missed you, ask if you wanted to stay over, and then, gently, fold the blanket around your legs. the lights would go out before you had a chance to answer.

you’d always spend the night. she’d wait for your breath to steady before moving close. wait for the moment your body slackens against the mattress; trusting, and unguarded. she presses her chest to your back and pretends she’s asleep. pretends she’s not breathing you in like incense; mouth parted against your shoulder.

it overwhelms her, sometimes. this...need. it just doesn’t feel wrong.

you shift in your sleep, mumbling something soft, and she holds her breath.

God, you’re beautiful like this. open without knowing it. the hem of your sleep shirt ridden up, exposing the soft curve of your hips; it feels like an invitation.

you don’t wake. you never really do when she’d do this.

she lays a trembling hand on your waist, careful as her pulse sings in her ears. she could stay like this forever. but her body has other ideas. when you sigh in your sleep and roll closer, your thigh slips between hers, and she gasps – quietly – but not enough. you shift again, and your hips brush hers, and she’s wet. shamefully.

don’t wake up. please don’t wake up.

but she wouldn’t stop if you did.

she wouldn’t hurt you  ( she’d never hurt you )  but her hands would keep moving. sliding under your shirt. tracing the slope of your belly. pressing into the soft parts of you like she had any right.

because she’s been good, hasn’t she? she’s waited. she’s loved you the whole time.

you’re just so warm, her thighs capturing the back of your knee. need splitting her open like rotten fruit. then her fingers brush between your legs, barely, a breath of contact. you make a sound, a small, and helpless noise, and then you shift again, like your body knows her before your mind ever could. she freezes.

then you murmur her name in a sigh, barely a whisper. lottie...and she thinks she’ll die.

you don’t awake though, and for that she’s grateful.

she keeps her hand there. still, just resting, feeling your heat through cotton – she wishes you’d trust her enough to not wear anything beneath your night gown. but she’ll fix that soon enough.

for a pregnant pause, she doesn’t move. not yet at least. but she wants to, so badly it hurts. her thighs press together, and she rocks – slow, almost subconsciously – against the shape of your leg.

a quiet, desperate grind.

it doesn’t take long when she finally comes; softly, and biting the inside of her cheek, she almost cries as her release pulses between her thighs, soaking the fabric of her underwear. her whole body shudders with it.

lottie tucks her flushed face into your sweat ridden shoulder, and clings to you like you’re the only altar worth kneeling to.

You don’t stir, just make a helpless noise that she ignores after your snores slowly come back to life.

in the morning, she’s already in her kitchen– her house empty and dull like it normally is, and she’s making you tea exactly how you like. lottie smiles gently at you, muttering your name like sin hasn’t been committed.

you look at her teasingly, “what?” you ask, but don’t question why she stares too long, used to her odd moments. because it’s lottie.

she’s just like that. she’s just... lottie.

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i have a niche interest and it’s boys pulling this face.

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my third eye is in my pussy and it’s open

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cate my honey there are only a few months left until I see you again my princess beautiful innocent pretty baby

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period

I could fix her but I like her the way she is

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i saw someone do ellie’s search history so i’m doing one of chloe :p

chloe prices search history:

sfw

“how to hide weed smell”

“blade runner behind the scenes”

“blade runner pris scenes”

“what animal am i quiz”

“how to shoot a gun”

“how to load a gun”

“how to put safety on gun”

“cntrl sza”

“how to pierce your own tongue”

“how to pierce own lip”

“shark facts”

“nervous around best friend”

“am i inlove with my best friend? (asking for a friend)”

“soap2day.com”

“how to flirt and not act like an idiot”

“musicdownloadfree”

“best hiding spots for weed”

“eyeliner tutorial”

“how not to get flustered sround girls”

“where to buy rat poison”

“how to get away with slipping rat poison in someone’s drink”

“how to convince mom to leave husband”

“flight tickets to la”

“drive distance to la”

nsfw

“girl on girl strap on”

“how to put on a strapon tutorial”

“can i get a girl pregnant as a girl”

“girl on girl pussy eating”

“how to eat a girl out”

“squirting”

“sex toys (shopping)”

“can i cum inside my girlfriend with a vagina?”

“i’m addicted to eating my girlfriend out is this normal”

“is it normal for girls to cum too fast?”

“if i blow smoke into my girlfriends pussy will it come out her mouth?”

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Wanda's playing rock and paper when all she really needs is scissors

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…real..

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a little shocked that dianna agron and sebastian stan already dated

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caitlyn in a skirt is my guilty pleasure

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delete this

the sequel we all wanted❤️

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Zendaya attends the 2025 Met Gala Celebrating "Superfine: Tailoring Black Style" at Metropolitan Museum of Art on May 05, 2025 in New York City. (Photo by Jamie McCarthy/Getty Images) if you want to support this blog consider donating to: ko-fi.com/fashionrunways

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zendaya on met gala it's so hot. Someone tell Tom Holland that I can fight

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HALLOWEEN TEXAS CHAINSAW DAWN OF THE DEAD THE HILLS HAVE EYES AMITYVILLE HORROR LAST HOUSE ON THE LEFT FRIDAY THE 13TH A NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET MY BLOOD VALENTINE WHEN A STRANGER CALLS PROM NIGHT BLACK CHRISTMAS HOUSE OF WAX THE FOG PIRANHA

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me when writing

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if you’re not brazilian i’m so sorry baby