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he's so cute. i just want to bite him. and bite him. bite him again. bite him. bite him. bite him. let me sink my teeth on him.

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"are you normal about-" no I'm an insane pervert

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thank you sm for the tag! 🥹

@moesthoughts @shickpicking @krikeymate @kafkahttps @hedarose

no specific order or anything

favirote moots?

(People you tag have to reblog and say their favorite moots)

Okay wait

@ibrokeurheartbcuzubrokemine @foliverfalls @allyeilishh @addisonraesbaby @emiliesblohsh @bilsslut @noodleswashere @bilsbabyy @bitchesbrokenpromises @billsdollie

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anyone who headcanons lottie matthews as asexual i love you sm

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forgot i should add tws to my posts um sorry

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dom!charlotte alden mocking reader thoughts

tw degradation + orgasm control/denial

charlotte finger fucking the life out of you. laying on top of you, face-to-face, her warm breath cascading over your face with every grunt and thrust. her long slender digits working vigorously in and out of your soaking cunt. “don’t fucking cum until I tell you to.” she venomously spits and picks up her pace. it’s fast and overwhelming and you feel your orgasm warming in your abdomen. your face is contorted, brows knitted and you’re biting hard on your bottom lip. your frustrated arousal is written all over your veneer. she’s quickly to notice, and pouts her lip at you, mocking your expression before callously snickering, “oh, you poor thing”, she purrs — low, sultry and condescending. you whimper at her locution, biting down on your lip harder as she briefly slows her pace, your walls chasing the orgasm she’s hellbent on denying. “p-please char—“ you whine, and she grins, finding immense satisfaction in your pleading words. “please? please, what? aw, poor baby, you can’t take it?” she pouts her bottom lip out again and you whine in protest. “—is that why it’s so easy to slide in and out of your cunt? god, you’re so fucking pathetic.” she captures your mouth in a kiss, her pace still painfully slow before she curves her fingers upwards and finds that sweet spot protruding from your walls. you moan desperately into her mouth and she swallows it.

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I LOVE the primal play bit in ur answer- I think gnaw is one of my favourite Lottienat fics ever and I’m so excited for the next part

THANK YOUUUU! but yes I heavily love the primal play/predator x prey dynamics sm it’s so interesting!! but thank you sm! I am very honored to hear that you are enjoying it ( ∩´͈ ᐜ `͈∩)

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tfem!lottie thoughts

tw praise(?) + usage of “cock”

thinkin abt tfem!lottie and her shorter gf/bf …. and she’s always been more athletic/stronger than you so pulling you into her lap makes you feel weightless. and while you’re in her lap she peppers kisses along your neck and throat. the bulge in her pants stiffening with every moan and whimper that hums out of your chest. she’s becoming more desperate with her affection—working along your jawline and eventually capturing your mouth with fervor. her tongue slipping between your lips while her hands explore your body. you’re becoming wetter by minute and she’s already leaking precum. you slide your underwear to the side and maneuver your hand into her panties to pop out her cock. she whimpers in your grip and an eager moan reverberates from her throat. you align yourself to her and she slides in carefully — her hips rocking into your soaked center. she slowly pumps into you, her hands resting on your hips while she murmurs sweet purrs of praise in your ear, “that’s it, my good girl/boy, fuck, you feel so good”

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I love ur stuff so much!! Would love to see more Lottienat HCs, their dynamic of pathetic prey and predator is so fit

hi! thank you so much & thank you for submitting an ask! you're too kind & I'm so glad to hear that you're enjoying it! (´｡• ◡ •｡`) ♡

tw primal play, biting, blood, sadomasochism, pet play, usage of good boy/pup/puppy, degradation, bdsm rhetoric here's a lil bit of nsfw hcs!

Lottie has an oral fixation, and loves biting and drinking from Natalie. Not only because Natalie is lowkey masochistic BUT because she's obsessed with the way she tastes. Natalie is constantly covered in bite marks from Lottie's greed, and Natalie loves seeing the massive amounts of punctures that litter her skin. 

Natalie loves the pet-names Lottie gives her. If it were anyone else, she'd probably spit in their face, but she's learned to love and even covet for the sweet coos of doggish monikers Lottie has assigned to her. Her favorites are, of course, ‘good boy’ and ‘pup/puppy’. (Lottie calls her 'mousy' when she's in Predator Mode™)

Lottie used to be extremely careful with Natalie, to the point of frustration. She was terrified to accidentally hurt her, even when Natalie would request that she just be rough! She wanted to be but didn't want to scare or inadvertently hurt her in the way neither of them wanted. Eventually, however, they learned the limits but sometimes, Natalie requests that she go further, and while Lottie is eager to oblige, she always feels guilty in the wake of the aftermath. 

Primal play is a big kink for them both but more for Lottie. Her vampiric predatory nature drives her bloodlust and her sexual desire. They often play this game of cat and mouse, and while it starts off as flirtatious quips, casual touches and greedy stares, it eventually turn into something much more definitive. Natalie will entice Lottie by running from her after tauntingly saying, "why would I ever be afraid of you? you're about as a harmless as a kitten" or "all you want to do is tease me, so I handled it myself". Lottie shoots her a glare, a warning, but Natalie persists. Saying things like, "I'm so wet for you but you won't touch me. I guess I'll have to touch myself again" and that draws the line. Lottie grabbing her by the wrists and pinning her. Her expression tells all, and Natalie just grins, because she knows how bratty she's being. Natalie miraculously escapes from her grip, and runs off to do exactly what she threatened but Lottie loves the chase and runs after her. She'll chase and chase and chase until Natalie is past the point of exhaustion and can barely breathe, her lungs painfully constricting with her chest ignited. Lottie catching her and pinning her to the ground by her wrists above her head, and she hasn't even broken a sweat. She grabs her by the throat and hastily shoves her hands down her jeans to feel the slick heat gathered between her thighs. She coos and feigns sympathy, lip pouting and brows knitting, before leaning down to murmur in her ear, "you're obviously willing prey, look how fucking wet you are for me", "do you like being chased, mousy? does the thought of me devouring you excite you?", "are you that scared? your little heart is beating so fast". the playful locution ends up numbing Natalie's brain until she's a whimpering, pleading mess, and begs for Lottie to fuck her. she obliges, eventually, because Lottie loves to play with her food.

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🚬 RULES/FAQ/GUIDELINES

please read to the end!

GENERAL —

── .✦ as of right now, I only write AU yellowjackets content ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

── .✦ I almost exclusively write lottienat but I plan on branching out in the future and writing for other ships, such as taivan and jackieshauna, but I write fem x fem, fem x tfem & fem x tmasc. I do not write for cis/het men.

── she/her pronouns for lottie + she/he pronouns for nat. ── she/they pronouns for tai + they/them pronouns for van.  ── she/her pronouns for shauna + she/her pronouns for jackie. 

   ── .✦ can't believe I have to say this but we don't use AI in this house, so expect human error. I am human, and therefore, I will make writing/grammar errors. constructive criticism is okay but please do not be nitpicky.

── .✦ I've loved writing since I was a preteen and the interest has became permanent in my adulthood. with that being said, this is one of my many hobbies and I do this purely for fun!

── .✦ you are responsible for your media consumption. I can tw my content all I want but that's useless, if you do not heed the warnings. do not interact with me if you are a minor. occasionally, I will write sfw content; however, because of the content I post and indulge in, I am not comfortable interacting with minors at all.  

── .✦ I write darker themes, and while I do try to tag everything accordingly, I cannot cw every little thing, so please keep this in mind if you're interested in reading my content. 

── .✦ my portrayal of characters are, more than likely, not canon complaint. I write a lot of AU stuff but I may dabble in writing canon in the future. ☺

WHAT I WRITE — 

── .✦ AO3, one-shots, drabbles, headcanons and blurbs!

── .✓ au's, dead dove: do not eat, angst, fluff, horror/fear, smut, whump

in regards to smut, I do write hard kinks. please keep this in mind. it ranges from extremities, (such as dubcon, cannibalism, bloodplay) to milder kinks, (such as oral, fingering and strap usage); however, I do try to put warnings at the start of every post. 

WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE —

 ── .✕ minors, reader as a minor, age regression, cis/het men and/or characters, real person/celeb fiction

 ── .✕ kinks: pedophilia, age play, bestiality, incest, stepcest, scat, pregnancy (this list will probably be updated)

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i made a spam/reblog account bc rly just want this blog to be dedicated to my writing + fics and other peoples writings so if ur interested here’s my spam: @fangedlottie

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hey guys its ok to have headcanons for fictional characters that may or may not be inline with the canonical portrayal. it doesn’t make you wrong or right its just fun!

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oh you want to eat me? that’s crazy haha. Can we kiss

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fandom twitter scares me sometimes bc if u have a headcanon ppl don’t agree with they will personally persecute u on a stake

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Open. Ravage. Eat. 

summary — aftercare following freaky vamp sex

authors note(s) — taking a break from writing gnaw bc I wanted to write tooth rotting fluff and this was hastily done so … enjoy!!!

The sheets are painted in a crimson hue. A pair of bodies are wrapped in loose linen with chests heaving. Natalie lies on her side, riddled with an unfathomable amount of bites along her pallid skin that paint her frame in a carmine tinge. She’s bare, and shivering from the cold. Or — Perhaps it’s the blood loss.

Lottie, whose mouth is coated in viscous ichor, tenderly waves her slender digits through Natalie’s dyed flaxen tresses while firmly planting sporadic kisses along her flushed countenance. With the desire satiated, the aftermath of her work is realized, and a pang of guilt settles in her abdomen. She didn’t mean to be so rough but Natalie didn’t object once — Not a single utterance of denial followed any pierce of her fangs into the soft pulp of her pale tissue. She welcomed it. Reveled in it. Whimpered and moaned after every nibble, cooing Lottie’s name and aching for more, and she eagerly obliged. The marks envelop her skin beginning at her neckline, and continue a wayward path down to the back of her legs. Every inch of her muted flesh decorated in lovesick gnawing. The bulk of it rests on Natalie’s thighs — The soft, delicate meat ripe with the best taste, and Lottie couldn’t help her overindulgence.

Lottie consumed as much ichor as Natalie was painted in.

She knew she grew ravenous for her latest plaything but never to this extent. A mortal pet never could withstand her unappeasable sting to consume them whole, and death would soon claim them faster than she could chew; however, Natalie welcomed her greedy desire. This was an unfamiliar desperation for a mortal she had never experienced. Something laced in tenderness and precision — The etching of her fangs carving into her flesh was meticulous and strategic. Her incarnadine essence blooming an eternal pit of longing welling in the deep recesses of Lottie’s long dead heart.

Natalie blinks slowly up at Lottie, who curves into the crook of her neck and Natalie weakly protests the intrusion of her teeth lightly nipping at the sensitive skin, “Didn’t you get enough?” Natalie playfully murmurs, locution weighed down by fatigue.

Lottie snickers into her neck, spawning a marbling of goosebumps traveling along the canvas of her exterior, and she grins at the sight, “Not even close.” The banter is swung back to her, teasingly grazing sharpened rows of ivory along the pulp of her scruff that elicits a tepid whine from Natalie.

Upon hearing her protest, the nips are replaced by gentle pecks. “Fine, fine. I’ll give you a break,” Lottie murmurs, placing a firm kiss on the crescent of her veneer. “—But we need to get you cleaned up.” Arms slither around Natalie’s aching frame, and she winces in her hold. Snaring a deep breath between her teeth as Lottie readjusts her grasp, and waits for the sting to subside.

“Ugh—It hurts.”

“I know, and you were such a good boy for me.”

A kiss is placed firmly on Natalie’s forehead, and she melts underneath the tender weight of her affection. She is easily taken into Lottie’s arms, the sting still present but dulled by Lottie’s cradle. She’s lifted as if she were weightless, and she’s carried effortlessly to the shower.

The faucet hums to life, pelting down a cold rainstorm, and in the midst of waiting for the water to warm, Lottie peppers Natalie in delicate kisses. Softly sowing her crimson painted tiers along the abundance of blemishes that begin to blossom into spotty patches of black and purple. Her brows knit as the guilt returns, and a sigh exasperates from her blood-coated mouth. “I was too rough.” Dark eyes scatter along the marks, and Lottie grimaces at the mauling she left behind.

Natalie’s palms find her crown, tugging at loosely tied ebony ringlets that part and cascade down her olive shoulders. “I wanted it.” It’s whispered in reassurance, while her fingers wade through dark currents and her rose-colored tiers begin to dab kisses onto her veneer. Lottie hums at the tenderness, her lips finding the slope of Natalie’s shoulder and exchanges firm kisses along the tarnished surface. Natalie croons into Lottie, breathing in her aroma of bergamot, copper and cardamom, and sighing at the comforting fragrance.

The blonde is, once again, lifted gracefully as the pair step into the shower. Warm beads pelt her back, and Natalie deeply exhales before Lottie guides her to stand on her soles. Another sharp inhale hisses through her teeth while her frame adjusts to her weight. “I know, I know.” Lottie coos, while one arm keeps Natalie steady and the other combs her fingers through her hair. The water beneath them washes away the blood that stains their skin, and Natalie pushes through the pulsating throbs that echo throughout her body. She shifts her weight into the taller woman, and leans into her touch. Her arms curl into Lottie’s bare chest, flecking tiny, weary kisses onto her collarbones while the other woman slants into her, cradling the blonde and using her palm to dowse her hair with water.

Lottie shifts, and Natalie wearily groans. Her reaction causes a laugh to stifle from the taller woman before she spurts a glob of shampoo on Natalie’s crown. “Let’s get you clean, and then we’ll get back in bed, okay?” The pads of her digits work the soap into her scalp, and Natalie can only respond with a hum. Her eyes grow tired with every massage, her bones shift languidly under the smooth caressing, and she eventually finds her way back into Lottie’s embrace while she mildly kneads her dome.

“Tilt your head back.”

The suds are smoothed from her head underneath the balmy rush of water. Fingers meticulously stringing out strands of hair, careful to rinse every ounce of shampoo from the fiber. Natalie pleasantly hums at the delicate handling, and resists the urge to croon her head underneath Lottie’s chin. A kiss is pressed to her forehead, a silent reward for combating the fatigue that encumbered her frame.

“One more thing, and then we can go lay back down.”

Lottie coos softly, and Natalie thrums but a thought stirs her numbing mind.

“Wait—I need to get your hair.” Her voice is thready, croaking with exhaustion, as her hands rise to weakly weave her fingers through her sable tresses.

A chuckle arises from Lottie, pressing a kiss to the center of Natalie’s forehead, “—Let’s get you cleaned up first, and then we’ll worry about me, okay?” Another kiss is given to Natalie but this time, it’s gently pressed into her swollen lips, and she melts into the unity.

Shower gel is massaged into the loofah, and then delicately stroked against Natalie’s blemished frame. An initial wince is sucked through her teeth, jolting a new sense of clarity in her mind, “—Fuck.” She breathily groans, and Lottie pauses, and thins her lips.

“I told you I was way too rough.” A sigh falls from her lips, and Natalie dismissively shakes her head, “No, no. I’m fine. I just—Wasn’t expecting it.” She reassure with a nod but Lottie doesn’t seem convinced.

“I know I need to be more careful. Don’t say you—“

“It’s kind of hot, honestly. That you can’t help yourself.”

Lottie rolls her eyes, and tries to peel back the growing grin tugging at her lips but Natalie’s quick to pick up on her smirk. Arms are promptly wrapped around Lottie’s waist, sea-glass hue staring up at her veneer as Natalie wears her biggest grin.

“I’m that good, huh?”

“Careful, Scatorccio. I might eat you alive next time.”

“Oh? And what do you call this? Playing with your food?” Natalie gestures to herself, and lets out an impish snicker, before returning her hands to Lottie’s waist.

Lottie simply rolls her eyes again, and curls her arms around Natalie’s neck. She slants into her, allowing her nose to brush against her own and speaks against her lips, “Hm, keep taunting me, and I’ll show you what I mean.” It’s purred against her tiers, the brunt of her tongue slithering against Natalie’s cupids bow.

The thrum of Natalie’s heart quickens, and Lottie grins at the sound.

“That’s why I want to eat you up.”

“As much as I’d love a round … —Whatever, I can barely move, Lot.”

A firm kiss is pressed into her lips, and Lottie smiles.

“Good boy.”

Natalie’s cheeks redden before leaning to return the kiss but Lottie pulls away and tuts. “I’ll give you another kiss, if you let me get you cleaned up.”

Natalie groans but ultimately, she submits, as she always does.

“Good boy.”

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i’m having trouble writing ch 6 bc it’s freaky manipulative and edgy and all i can think abt is lottie delicately planting kisses along the curve of her bites imprinted into natalie’s skin and cooing sweet nothings in her ear while running her fingers thru her hair 🫩

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love when vampires have their "off-limits human" all while they are cruel & conniving & instinctually prey on the rest of the population. but them? oh, no, they could never see that side of the creature they have grown to love. with them they are gentleness incarnate fighting their nature every moment they lay in their arms.