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aunt’s best friend!lottie matthews x fem!reader. 4k words.

NSFW! minors dni. while your new house is being renovated, you’re staying with the sadecki family. they’re your relatives through your mother, who in the past was adopted as a shipman. you haven’t visited since you graduated from university years ago, and many of the changes the family has undergone are unexpected — it’s also unexpected when you find lottie matthews staying with them. based on a few anon requests I got!

“I’ve got that for you!” Jeff jogs over. He waves for you to step back from the trunk, hurrying to take your suitcase from your car.

You’re sentenced to staying with the Sadecki family for the next week. Your new house is being renovated, and while you were more than happy to have booked a hotel room for the necessary time, Shauna — your aunt — had insisted you save your money and stay as long as you needed. You hadn’t been able to decline her offer, especially with how long it’s been since you’d seen her despite living nearby. You now find yourself in her driveway, Jeff wrestling your belongings out of the car.

“There we go,” Jeff sets your suitcase down and holds out the handle for you to take, along with another tote bag you’d brought. “Not as fancy as a hotel, but you’ve still got a bellhop!”

“I hope you don’t expect a tip,” you tease. “Thank you for letting me stay.”

“Happy to help,” he nods. But despite his joyful demeanor, exhaustion lingers in his eyes. “It was Shauna’s idea, she thought it would be nice to have you.”

You offer him a smile, taking your luggage and starting up the driveway.

“Before you go inside,” Jeff stops you nervously, “you should know that Shauna has someone else staying with us. It’s just an old family friend, you’ll barely even see each other, but it’s good to be aware.”

“Who is it?”

Jeff hesitates. “Her name is Lottie. She’s going through a hard time, she just lost her home—”

“Charlotte Matthews?” You interrupt. “That woman from the plane crash that had the fucking cult and ended up on the news a few weeks ago?”

“Don’t call it a cult,” Jeff looks back toward the house. “She gets very angry when you use that word.”

You roll your eyes. Suddenly the prospect of stepping foot in the house seems very painful, and your future of staying under the same roof as an ex cult leader is quite unappealing.

“I understand if you’d like to go get a hotel, but Shauna was very adamant that you stay.”

It’s too late for that, you want to say, but you bite your tongue. Instead you take your belongings and go up the driveway wordlessly and step inside.

As soon as you step inside, you’re met with Callie. The first thing she does is groan at another visitor, the second thing she does is flip you off on her way to her room, and the third thing she does is turn so you can’t see the smile she’s disguising due to seeing you.

“Mom’s out with Misty,” Callie tells you, and before you can respond she steps into her room and slams the door behind her.

Jeff comes inside, shutting the front door. He clears his throat awkwardly, noticing the lack of warm reception you received, and once again designates it as his job to take your suitcases. “I’ll just get these off your hands… there’s a guest room down the hall there that you can stay in across from Lottie’s. We’re all going out to dinner tonight, so I’ll take these to your room, you can freshen up, and we’ll leave at six.”

“Thanks, Jeff…”

He nods curtly, walking off with your things. You watch him disappear into a guest room down the hall.

You look around the house for a moment before following. It’s been a while since you’ve visited, far too long. You take in the family pictures on the walls, some recognizable and others too new. You haven’t been in the house since around the time you graduated university a few years ago.

The sound of the blender being used in the kitchen makes you jump. You follow the sound, thinking it’s Shauna until you remember Callie’s warning — and by the time you turn the corner into the room, it’s too late.

You’re met with the sight of Lottie Matthews — feared cult leader, according to the news article you read — pouring a freshly-blended bright green smoothie into a glass. She looks up at you when she’s finished, wiping her hands on a kitchen towel. She assesses you, and you feel compelled to explain yourself even though neither of you have spoken a word. You feel like an intruder, though in theory this is more home to you than to her.

“I’m Shauna’s niece,” you say quickly. She seems to relax slightly. “I’ll be staying here for the week.”

“You’re in for a long week, then. The recycling situation here is a nightmare,” she tells you, looking away as she hunts through the kitchen drawers. “No regard for sustainability. Paper plates, plastic straws, disposable bottles everywhere. It’s like living at the dump.”

You smile, looking around the house. It’s much nicer than the one you’re moving into, it’s a house anyone would envy.

Lottie finally comes across a metal straw in a cutlery drawer — further evidence of her dedication to sustainability. She pops it into her drink and turns back to you, assessing you once more. She gives you her name, and you give her yours, to which she nods like she already knows and like she has known you all her life.

You glance out into the hallway before turning back to her. “Are you coming to dinner with us tonight?”

“No,” she smiles. “I bet you’re not, either.”

“Jeff invited me.”

“Did Shauna?” Lottie asks. You shake your head and she hums knowingly. “Ask Shauna.”

You’re growing lost, but you don’t question it. You’re too engulfed in simply being around her, in the intensity of her gaze as she looks down at you and in the rich floral scent of her perfume wafting through the kitchen. She runs a hand through her hair and you can’t help but let your gaze linger on her hands, on the expensive rings adorning her fingers and her freshly manicured nails.

Jeff saunters into the kitchen. “You’re all set!”

You tear your gaze from Lottie. “Thank you, Jeff.”

“No problem,” he backs away. He looks more anxious around Lottie than when you were alone with him in the driveway. He walks away down the hall, addressing you as he goes. “I’ll let Shauna know you’re here.”

Lottie waits until Jeff is out of earshot. “He showed me his linen closet earlier. Not much to brag about.”

“I just need you to keep an eye on her,” Shauna says in the secluded hallway she has cornered you in. “She can’t come to dinner, and I don’t trust her here alone.”

‘Ask Shauna,’ you recall Lottie telling you.

“I know you’re probably exhausted anyway,” Shauna continues. “Home renovations are horrible, I can’t imagine asking you out to dinner after the stress of it…”

You know she’s trying to justify asking you to stay home and watch Lottie. You suspect it’s the whole reason she asked you to stay while your home was being renovated, so that she could have someone to stay by Lottie’s side for a week and make sure she didn’t do anything uncalled for.

While you’re not thrilled with being tricked, Shauna is right — you are tired. You don’t really want to leave the house, even if it means a night in with Wiskayok’s favorite former cult leader.

Lottie emerges from one of the two guest rooms at the end of the hall. Shauna releases a newly irritable sigh as Lottie approaches.

“I should get going,” Shauna announces. “Jeff and Callie are waiting in the car. You two have fun.”

As she walks away, you glance down at the dress you’d put on while still under the impression that you would be going with them to dinner. Now you feel silly, overdressed and fooled into someone else’s plans.

“You’re not going?” Lottie asks, but her tone tells you that she already knows. “It’s a shame, you look so beautiful.”

You want to thank her, but the words get stuck in your throat. It makes you nervous to be under her gaze, nervous in a way that hints that you’ll soon be addicted to it. You enjoy the thrill of being praised by her, every compliment seeping into you and crawling beneath your skin.

“Come on,” she leads the way into the kitchen. “I found this gorgeous bottle of wine earlier.”

Before you can protest — it's not your wine, it’s not her wine either, you really just want to give up on the day and go to bed and sneak into the kitchen later for a small dinner — Lottie has the bottle open and is reaching for two glasses.

She looks back at you. “Is red wine okay?”

“Red wine is perfect.”

She smiles, handing you one of the glasses. “If anyone asks, though, I’m telling them it was your idea. They will take it better if it’s family stealing their wine.”

“I’m sure Shauna considers you family, anyway.”

Lottie hums in acknowledgment but offers no real answer. She leads you into the living room, sitting down on the sofa and gesturing to the spot next to her.

You sit down after a moment of hesitation. It feels invasive to be sitting so close to her after just a day of knowing her, stolen wine split between you, yet the casualness Lottie regards you with is soothing. She examines you like she is unraveling some great secret, looking into your heart and soul and digging around until she decides she is done.

Your eyes shift to the healing bullet wound on her arm, uncovered by the dress she wears, which is supposed to be matched with the caftan that has been draped over the armrest of the sofa.

Lottie follows your line of sight. “Your cousin shot me.”

You pause. You recall everything Callie told you over the phone about that night. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I don’t mind.”

“I would mind quite a lot if I got shot.”

“It was a mistake,” Lottie explains. “I didn’t die. It wouldn’t let me.”

“The wilderness?”

She looks surprised at your correctness. “I didn’t know Shauna was so open about what happened out there.”

“She’s not,” you say carefully. You try not to sound like a stalker when you speak again. “I read about you. What happened at your compound was all over the news.”

“You read about me,” Lottie repeats. She shifts a little closer to you and sets her wine glass down on the coffee table. “What did you read? What did the all-knowing sources say about me?”

You hesitate and take a sip of your wine.

“Go on,” she urges. “I want to know. Enlighten me.”

“They said you were dangerous,” you say quietly. “They said you had a history of unhinged behaviors.”

Again, Lottie smiles, though there is something different in the way she looks at you. Her gaze burns as it settles on you, and you meet her eyes when one of her hands comes to rest on your knee. “Do you believe them? Am I unhinged? Dangerous?”

Maybe. Yes, but you want it, you want her to drive you to unravel in the same way she has unraveled, just so you can feel alive in a way shared only between you. “No.”

“Are you sure?”

“Do you want me to say yes?”

“I want you to be honest,” her hand slides up, you look down at it for too long and when you meet her eyes again you look away just as fast. “Are you being honest with me?”

Not really. “Yes, of course.”

She knows you are lying. She pulls her hand away. “Good.”

“They say you’re very wealthy, too,” you add after a moment.

“My family is wealthy.”

“If your family is wealthy, why are you staying here?”

“Why are you staying here?” Lottie throws your own question back at you. “No one wants to be alone.”

She has a point. You didn’t want to be alone in a hotel while your new house was being renovated. You didn’t want to sit and worry about if everything would go as planned, or about any unexpected costs in the bill.

“I’m glad I’m not alone tonight,” Lottie says softly, sweetly in a way that’s intoxicating.

“I am, too,” you reply.

She takes a deep breath and releases it steadily. She is grounded in a way you are not. “You know so much about me. The crash, the wellness center, the wilderness. Tell me who you are.”

You can’t think of anything to tell — you are Shauna Sadecki’s niece. You graduated from university at the top of your class. You work a good job, have a good house in progress, a good car. You find yourself stuttering out a response that makes you seem wildly unimpressive and so painfully average that it’s embarrassing. Lottie watches you intently though, and she seems to comprehend all that you can’t convey.

You don’t expect her follow-up question: “Do you have a boyfriend?”

“No.”

“A girlfriend, then? Or someone else?”

She speaks to you like you’re younger than her, much less seasoned in life — then you remember that it’s true.

“No, I don’t,” you watch her closely to see her reaction, but she doesn’t give anything away. You decide to ask her the same question, like you’re both in high school getting ready to ask each other to the prom. It feels juvenile, but the only way to get an answer is through directness. “Do you?”

“I haven’t had time for anyone, with running the wellness center,” Lottie shakes her head contemplatively and picks up her wine glass again, taking a long sip. “I suppose I have lots of time now.”

You hear the grief in her voice, and maybe it’s the wine that has you so open, but you shift closer to her on the sofa. Lottie meets your eyes, offering you a grateful smile when you reach out for her free hand.

Something in her demeanor shifts — there is less contemplation in her tone, and a new suggestiveness has replaced it. “I need something to take for myself again. Something… to consume.”

With the wine clouding your head, you assume it’s okay to get a little esoteric. “I need a sense of direction.”

Lottie nods. “We’re a pair, then.”

She sets her glass down again and runs a hand over her face, a tired gesture that smudges the makeup around her eyes a little and makes a slight mess of her hair when her hand runs through it. The disheveledness only makes you want to be closer to her, to take away every bit of exhaustion and feeling of being lost and take it in yourself, to convert it into something more wholesome. You realize, with a bit of distress due to the forbidden nature of it, that you want to kiss her. You want to kiss one of your aunt’s best friends in the living room, and more if it comes to it.

“What are you thinking about?” Lottie asks.

You try to phrase it in a way less direct. “It’s like we’ve known each other much longer than a night.”

“A lifetime,” she agrees. Then she shakes her head, amused. “One of mine, two of yours.”

“One and a half of mine,” you correct.

“That does sound better. That doesn’t make me seem as horrible for…”

“For what?” You press. Lottie’s hand is still in yours. You run your thumb over her rings and both of you look down to see your fingers entwined.

She doesn't offer you an answer, but you discern it immediately when you look into her eyes. And once again you wonder if it’s the wine, but it’s a concern quickly dismissed, because you know she sees her desires reflected in you.

It is the wine that gives you the boldness to shift over to straddle her lap. Lottie’s hands find your hips instinctively, and there’s a distinct lack of hesitation from her when she looks up at you.

“What are you doing?” She asks. She already knows. “You know Shauna would be pissed. She could walk in through that door at any second. Are you willing to risk that?”

“Yes.”

She kisses you, a hand weaving into your hair and pulling slightly as she pulls you closer to her. It’s hard to process it as real, that earlier you were terrified of the cult leader sharing your aunt’s house and now you’re on her lap with one of her hands traveling up your shirt to grab at your chest while your hips move instinctively and have you grinding down onto her, hearing her moan muffled by how you kiss her.

Lottie pushes you to lay down on the couch, barely breaking contact for a moment before she’s on top of you, kissing you and pulling at your dress.

“So fucking beautiful,” she murmurs, a hand trailing down the low neckline of your dress. “Did you think about me when you were deciding what to wear? Did you hope I would notice how fucking desperate you are?”

“I’m not desperate,” you try, but you help her eagerly to get your dress off of you.

“No?” Lottie looks down at you. “No, you’re not desperate, you’re just lying here waiting for me to fuck you, but you’re not desperate?”

You’re done with the games, you need her. You pull her back down to you, capturing her in a kiss that saves you from humiliating yourself any further, until she reaches down and runs a finger through you and feels how wet you are already.

Suddenly, the lock on the front door down the hall begins to jiggle and you hear Shauna and Jeff’s voices beyond, and Callie talking on the phone with one of her friends.

“Fuck,” Lottie jumps off of you, tossing you a blanket to wrap yourself in. When you freeze, she gestures wildly toward where the bedrooms are. “Go!”

You make a run for it, scurrying down the hall until you’re met with the door to your guest room — and it’s right across from Lottie’s.

But when the front door opens, you don’t go into your room… you go into hers.

You hear the front door open and the family’s greetings to Lottie. You take a deep breath when Shauna asks where you are, and release it heavily when Lottie tells her you went to bed just a little while ago. You listen to their footsteps as they come closer, until everyone parts into their designated rooms.

You drop the blanket and toss it aside, along with your clothes that you had gathered from the couch. You step over to the bed and sit down.

Another set of footsteps comes down the hall and Lottie slips into the bedroom. Her eyes widen at seeing you — clearly she thought this was a failed attempt, and you see the conflict in her expression.

“We have to be quiet,” she warns and climbs onto the bed with you. She doesn’t give you a chance to answer, just pulls you into another hungry kiss and pushes you down to lay back against the pillows. “You can be a good girl for me, can’t you?”

You nod, and it’s satisfying enough for her to start rubbing circles into your clit. You suck in a gasp and again she urges you to be quiet. You arch your back in an attempt for more, but she hums in disapproval, pulling her hand back from between your thighs.

You look up at her. “What are you doing?”

“Be patient, darling.”

You suppress a whine as she sits between your legs, running her hands over your thighs reverently. She presses a soft kiss to one of your knees before moving down further, kissing her way down your thighs before hovering above where you need her — and you make eye contact with her in the moment before her tongue connects with your clit.

You wake up in Lottie’s arms. She’s spooning you from behind, with her head tucked into your neck and an arm curled around your waist to keep you pressed against her. She’s still asleep, even when you shift to lay on your back and she readjusts to rest her head on your chest instead.

You lay there for a while like that, with a hand on her bare back tracing random patterns as you think over the night before. A pleasant soreness has taken hold of your body, a heavy, exhausted weight that you don’t mind as long as she’s in your arms.

Lottie shifts awake. She pulls back a little, almost like she is embarrassed at how close she let herself get to you. She sits up next to you and checks the alarm clock on the bedside table for the time.

“It’s early,” she whispers. She looks down at you. “You should get some more sleep.”

Your gaze shifts to the bedroom door. “I should go back to my own room… I don’t want anyone to see me leaving yours.”

Lottie frowns. “I don’t want you to go.”

“I’ll come back tonight,” you promise. “We have all week.”

The hint of a smile passes over her lips and she straddles you, pressing gentle, even domestic, kisses to your neck. “I want more than a week.”

“Greedy,” you murmur. She hums in agreement. “Come on… I have to go.”

Lottie sighs, but she lets you up. You feel her eyes on your bare form as you get dressed in your clothes from last night, and she meets your gaze when you look back at her. “Find me later.”

“I will.”

You go over to the bedroom door and open it a crack, peering out into the hallway. When you don’t see anyone you step out tentatively. Your guest room is just across the hall, and if you step very quietly…

Callie’s bedroom door opens. She steps out, scoffing and crossing her arms when she sees you dressed in your clothes from last night. “Nice pajamas.”

You freeze, turning to face her, your own heart beating so rapidly you can hear it thrumming. You say the first thing that comes to mind. “Please don’t tell anyone.”

“What, that I saw you sneaking out of Lottie’s room at—”

“Don’t,” you plead. “Your mother would be—”

The door to Shauna and Jeff’s shared bedroom opens. Before it can swing open all the way, you rush over to your guest room and shut the door behind you. You don’t think you were quick enough to escape undetected, but relief rushes over you when Shauna speaks.

“Callie, who were you talking to? It’s early.”

“My friends. On my phone. I have a fucking social life, unlike some of the people living here.”

You lean back against your door, sighing. For now, you’re okay.

Breakfast is tense later, though primarily on your end. Lottie seems to have no issue with the fact that last night she fucked her best friend’s niece, nor is there any apprehension in the way she addresses Shauna pleasantly and welcomingly all morning. Lottie barely spares you a second glance as the three of you have coffee together, speaking enthusiastically with Shauna as you sit there in silence in the kitchen.

“Hey, can I talk to you for a second?” Shauna suddenly turns to you. You nod, and she stands and leads you into the living room out of earshot. “Last night I asked you to keep an eye on Lottie and you went to bed at, like, nine.”

“I did keep an eye on her,” you try. “We were together all night.”

“Apparently not.”

Little does she know.

The two of you stand in a less than pleasant silence — until Lottie steps out into the hall with you. She has somehow acquired your keys and stands there waving them at you.

“Are you ready to go?” Lottie asks.

“Go where?”

“Oh, come on,” she comes over, gesturing to the front door. “The plans we made last night. Don’t tell me you were too drunk to remember.”

Shauna raises her eyebrows. “You two drank last night? Aren’t you medicated?”

“Come on,” Lottie waves you over, ignoring her. You hurry out the door behind her, letting her into the car when she tosses you your keys.

You start the car. “Where are we going?”

Lottie looks back at the house as you pull away. “Somewhere we can be alone.”

hello hello i hope you enjoyed :) let me know if you liked this fic, it’s longer than i usually post but i enjoyed writing a longer fic!!! pls drop a like or a reblog if you wanna and i will kiss you on the lips. also i proofread but im sleepy so i probably missed something or formatted something wrong. ignore it.

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#need that

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PLEASE I AM ON MY KNEES FOR SHAUNA SADECKI

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lottie in s2

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My type btw

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i already knew i was attracted to unstable milfs, but something about shauna covered in blood actually awakened something in me

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i can’t talk rn, i’m doing hot girl shit (reading smut about fictional milfs)

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Okay but imagine dating both Misty and Marilyn

this is what youd look like in the aftermath btw

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if misty has a million fans I’m one of them

if misty has one fan it’s me

if misty has no fans i’m dead

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very obsessed with nat always being the one to defend misty this season, explaining things to her without sarcasm or not mocking her and letting her speak, how they glance at each other for reassurance to keep trying to defend ben and their silent understanding that they need to protect him, they can’t in the end and this is what is gonna make them become closer or at least give their dynamic more depth and im not ready

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rewatching yellowjackets in prep for s2 release and i love my pathetic meow meow misty and her gf nat who has a looser weakness

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“Babygirl” and it’s a mentally insane, manipulative former cannibal who kills people and is, in fact, 42 years old.

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we need more mistynat fics

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Aren't I a lucky gal?

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Vacation

Libby Thatcher x fem! reader

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Synopsis: Libby & you have been dating for a handful of years now. The kids were all now out of the house for the summer. So the two of you take a much needed vacation getaway.

Content Warning: established relationship, vacation, yearning, t!t play, n!pple play, vag!nal f!ngering, 😸 munching, b0ttom Libby!

Minors DNI

[ This took me way longer then it should have. I’m not editing to, because I’m over it. But I hope you all enjoy it! As always, please keep your comments or suggestions in public areas. As I do not accept DM’s regarding nsfw content at all. Thank you! Enjoy! 💋]

tagged peeps: @imorynn @ahsfan05 @alittlewitchyone @im-a-carnivorous-plant

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Summer 1997

When you stepped out of the bathroom, you didn’t bother to put clothes on. They weren’t going to stay on for long anyway, so there wasn’t really a point to it. Drying you body off, before putting on the fancy hotel deodorants and perfumes. Then drying and brushing your hair just to get the knots out.

“Baby, you’re taking an awful long time in there.”

Libby’s soft voice calls out from the main portion of the hotel room.

“Just a minute!”

You say quickly, scrambling to finish getting yourself presentable for your lover. Then sauntering out of the bathroom, with the towel covering your body. Smiling at the expression on her face when she see’s you. But she was stark naked as well, her brown curls caressing her newly tan skin at the shoulder. Making you inhale a sharp breathe.

“You look absolutely gorgeous. As always” you say in a soft voice, too distracted at the view to care when it cracks.

She laughs, tilting her head back exposing more of herself to you. Before catching her breathe and gesturing for you to come to her. Which you happily too. Crawling on the bed to her, meeting her halfway by connecting your lips. The kiss deepens and Libby gently holds the back of your head to keep you in place. Meanwhile you hook your arm around her back, while the free one holds yourself up.

It doesn’t last long like that however, this was the first time in months that you both had the opportunity to make love, neither of you were going to waste a minute.

You make out lavishly, taking your time exploring eachothers mouths. Your tongues meeting and dancing together, in a rhythm only the both of you knew. It was warm and sweet, basking in the taste of eachothers mouths. Most of the time knowaeays the little sex the both of you had, to be quick and to the point.

But now, here with her. You could simply relax, enjoying the time. Drawing it out, teasing eachother, making eachother even more needy. You had a week to explore eachothers bodies without interruption. You certainly were not going to waste any opportunity to show how much you loved the woman you married.

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After many moments of making out with her, you break the connection of yours lips. Pressing firm, although tender kisses from the corner of her mouth to where her jaw meets her ear.

"Lay down honey, let me take care of you." you breathe out in a low & seductive tone.

Libby lets out a shaky breathe, nodding her head while moving back to lay her head against the pillow. Looking up at you, with those big expressive eyes of hers.

One thing you especially adore about Libby, was how doe like and expressive her eyes are. Her emotions are worn through them, every thought, every feeling. Is portrayed through those chocolate eyes.

With an amused smile you start leaving open mouthed, sloppy kisses down her throat. Making your way down her body, only stopping at the swell of her voluminous breasts to stay special attention to the tender flesh. After three children, they were very sensitive. Which was all the more fun for you. It made her easier to tease.

Beginning to use the top of your tongue to tease her areola, reveling in the surprised whimper she tells out. Her body involuntarily jolting upward a bit towards your mouth. While you take your nipple in her mouth, beginning to roll it between your lips. The noises she's making only egging you on to keep it up.

Libby had always been a good lay, to put it in a trashy but somewhat respectable way. She was rusty at her abilities of sleeping with woman, because of her marriage to drew. Thought she certainly knew her way around the female body.

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"Ooohh. That feels so good baby. Keep going."

Fuck. Her voice low, grovily, laced with pleasure and affection. God, it's like music to your ears. Turning your gaze upwards, adjusting your neck so you can see the look on her face.

Her head is thrown backwards, mouth slightly open and her eyes closed. She looked like she was in utter bliss, and you have barely begun to pleasure her body. Tracing your hand against her now tanned skin, from her sides, down her sternum and resting on her thighs. Moving your mouth to her other nipple and teasing it. Taking it between your teeth gently, pulling at it with finesse. You knew her body, you knew what she liked, what felt good for her.

The way her body withered under you causing the familiar warmth spreading through your core, pooling in your stomach like molten lava. You’re inner thighs being to become slick & wet from your own desires. However, this round of passion wasn’t for you. You’re wife was the focus of all your arousal.

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Your hands knead the soft flesh of her perfect breasts, that fit in your hand like they were meant to be there. While your hands keep the pleasure that goes with her nipples going. You trail languid kisses down, lower and lower. Paying special attention to the softness of her belly. After giving birth to three babies, her body showed it. Only making her body more beautiful, more powerful.

“You’re so beautiful, libs. A natural born muse.”

Your voice is muffled against her skin, your mouth pooling with saliva somewhat. While you feel her hand to rest against the back of your head, brushing your hair out of your face.

“I never get sick of hearing you say it” God, she’s still using that honey like voice.

That only adds fuel to the fire, while you move yourself down between her legs. Rubbing her inner thighs gently to help her relax. Kissing the tender flesh just above her vu!va. Causing her to let out a small moan. You carefully collect her arousal on your fingers. Using it to circle her c!it in regular motions. Increasing the pace once she gets used to the sensation. Her thighs gently clenching around your hand.

“Shhh, that’s it. I missed touching your pretty c!it, taking my time to watch you come undone.”

Her body begins to arch, while her breathing becomes more ragged. You remove your fingers from her c!it and slide one inside her. Feeling the stretch & warmth all the way to your knuckle. Once she gets used to the sensation, you slip a second finger in. Beginning to lick at the folds of her labia. Her legs quiver, she inhaled sharply.

“That’s it. Relax baby.”

You purr while sliding a second finger sinking back to your knuckles inside her, and curling your fingers to feel her g spot. Using your finger tips to stimulate the sensitive flesh. Having to use your other hand to hold her hips down, because she keeps moving. Eventually picking up your pace, her own arousal acting as the lubricant you need.

Before long, her walks began tightening and she was coming undo. Hard. She was loud, it was no secret. If the walls were thin, they guests next door certainly heard her moans & screams. Eventually turned to whimpers when she started getting overstimulated. Listening to cues, you gently slide your fingers out of her. Placing gentle kisses to the soft flesh of her stomach.

“Oh god, I needed that.”

You smirk, and look up at her.

“I’m glad I could be of assistance.”

She rolls her eyes, scoffs. Not moving though, or many any effort to actually show she was annoyed. Her breathing was still labored and erratic. Her belly still pooled with that sore & tingly feeling she gets after a good orgasm. You gently massage up and down her legs, giving her time to recollect herself.

With each breathe her breasts rose, your eyes tracing over her chest to her rib cage. The look of her tanned skin, her freckles, her stretch marks. All of it was so beautiful. Your useless sapphic brain, appreciated every part of her body. You begin pressing hot, open mouth kisses against her stomach and thighs.

“You’re a tease”

Another smirk crosses your lips, you enjoyed this more then anything. Taking care of your lady was the highlight of your day. So naturally you connected your mouth to her pussy lips. Licking strips up and down, as she withers under you. Your nose bumping against her c!it while you snake your tongue inside her. Your hands making there way to her behind, and holding her against your mouth.

Her hand comes to the back of your head, fingers laced into your hair. Gripping your scalp tighter the deeper your tongue explores, and the harder you press. Massaging your hands against her butt, while she’s gripping your hair harder. The burning sensation against your scalp only further increases your need to get her off.

The tangy taste that reaches your tongue, after her thighs clench against the side of your head. Almost suffocating you, damn, what a way to go. Indicated that she had another, even more intense orgasm. Your face was now wet with her slick, and your pupils were blown out. Pulling away, and looking at her like a rabid animal.

“Fuck baby- I missed this.”

[sapphicanon]

Two Libby Fics in progress, because I literally have not found a single one. They are coming soon I hope! Writing full fics that I’m actually proud of and that have plot are harder then it looks!

Writing a fluff one and a smutty one. Because no one gave me specifics on what you wanted.

Sneak peaks!

[sapphicanon]

🔮 The Fool’s Journey (Into Trouble) 🔮 | Ch. 3

Lilia Calderu x fem!reader

wc: 4.6k (Chapter 3/?)

a/n: getting this chapter out tonight since it’s a bit shorter, but don’t worry, i’ll make it up to you in chapter 4. chapter 4 is where it’s really at, it’s gonna be super lilia-focused and way less coven-heavy. just a heads up, this one’s got mature themes again

Ch. 2

also on ao3

A few days passed, and things between me and Lilia stayed... the same. No mention of The Call, no weird tension, just business as usual. She put me to work, I did my job, and she didn’t avoid me anymore which, in my book, was progress. But deep down, I was dying.

I needed to talk to someone before I lost my mind, so I called an emergency coven meeting. And naturally, they were desperate for an update.

We were all gathered at Agatha’s place, lounging around in various states of anticipation. Jen had popcorn. Billy was practically vibrating with excitement. Alice looked like she was holding her breath.

I took a deep breath. “So... the other night, Lilia accidentally texted me, some sort of gibberish, and then she called me.”

Their eyes widened, leaning in like they were hearing the biggest gossip of the century.

I licked my lips. “And, uh... it wasn’t a normal call.”

Agatha narrowed her eyes. “Define not normal, y/n.”

I sighed. “There were... sounds. ”

Billy blinked. “...Sounds?”

“Sounds.” I repeated, face burning.

Jen’s mouth dropped open, eyes going wide. Alice gasped softly, her hands flying to her cheeks. And Agatha—oh, Agatha just stared at me like I’d personally betrayed her.

“y/n,” she whispered in horror.

I shifted uncomfortably. “Yeah.”

A beat of silence.

And then Agatha whipped a pillow at my head. “YOU IDIOT!”

“OW! What the hell, Agatha?!”

“You’ve been sitting on this information for days? ” she screeched. “Days?! And you’re telling us now?!”

“I needed time to process!” I defended, ducking as she threw another pillow.

Billy, still frozen, muttered under his breath, “Damn... didn’t know Lilia was freaky like that.”

“Guys!” I groaned, covering my face.

Jen, still in shock, finally shook her head and looked at me seriously. “y/n... are you sure she meant to call you?”

Alice, ever the calm one, frowned thoughtfully. “Maybe she thinks she just accidentally phoned you. You said she’s bad with technology, right?”

I blinked. “I mean... yeah, she is. She didn’t even know how to use emojis until last week.”

Agatha perked up. “Oh, this changes everything.”

I raised a brow. “What do you mean?”

Agatha grinned like a wolf. “What if she doesn’t know she called you?”

I shrugged. “Yeah I think that’s the case.”

Jen snapped her fingers. “Exactly. Maybe she thinks she just sent a random text. You could be sitting here, obsessing, and she’s none the wiser.”

Billy leaned in with an evil glint in his eyes. “We need to test it.”

I frowned. “Test it how?”

Agatha’s grin widened. “You need to... accidentally send her a nude.”

“WHAT?!” I nearly choked on my drink. “How did you even come to that conclusion?! No! Absolutely not!”

“Not a full nude, obviously,” Agatha said, rolling her eyes. “Something subtle. Lingerie. A little tease. Just enough to see how she reacts.”

Alice, looking scandalized, shook her head. “Guys, that’s not a good idea.”

Jen smirked. “It’s a great idea.”

“No, no, no—” I protested, but before I could stop them, Billy had already snatched my phone.

I lunged for it. “Billy! Don’t you—”

He was too fast, scrolling through my very private folder with an alarming lack of shame. “Damn, y/n, you’ve been holding out on us.”

I groaned. “GIVE IT BACK!”

Agatha peered over his shoulder. “That one.”

Billy grinned, holding up a picture of me in a black lace set—sexy, but not too much. It was just a hint of lace in the photo—suggestive but not overt. Elegant, subtle, and teasingly alluring, showing just enough to make an impression without baring it all.

“No way,” I said, shaking my head furiously. “No freaking way.”

Jen crossed her arms. “Y/n. If she doesn’t know she called you, this is your way of finding out if she’s really interested.”

Agatha smirked. “And if she does know she called you? Well...”

Alice groaned into her hands. “I can’t believe we’re having this conversation.”

Billy waggled my phone in front of me. “Y/n, you have to do this.”

I stared at the picture, my heart hammering. “This is insane.”

Agatha grinned. “It’s brilliant.”

Billy cheered, already typing. “Aaaaaand... send.”

I gasped. “YOU SENT IT?!”

The room exploded in chaos.

“Billy, you absolute menace!” I shouted, grabbing my phone back in horror.

“She’s going to kill me!”

Agatha grinned. “Or marry you.”

My phone buzzed. We all froze.

I stared at the screen.

Lilia: ...y/n?

I was going to die.

Billy snatched my phone away before I could even think about replying. “Don’t. Text. Back.”

I gasped, reaching for it. “Billy, give it back! I have to say something! ”

Jen grabbed my shoulders and shook me gently. “No, y/n! Let. Her. Stew.”

Agatha nodded sagely, sipping her wine like this was the most important strategic move of our lives. “Exactly. She needs time to process.”

Alice, looking like she wanted to crawl under the couch and disappear, sighed. “I feel like this is the worst advice ever.”

“THANK YOU,” I exclaimed, pointing at her. “Finally, some sense!”

But Agatha waved a dismissive hand. “No, no. Trust me, y/n. This is the best advice. If you text back too soon, it looks like you’re panicking.”

“I am panicking!” I hissed, pacing the room while Billy kept my phone at arm’s length.

Jen grinned. “Exactly, which is why you don’t text back. Make her wonder. Did you mean to send it? Did you not? Is this some kind of subtle seduction? The mystery will drive her wild.”

I groaned, dragging my hands down my face. “Guys, she’s going to think I’m a complete disaster.”

Agatha smirked. “y/n, sweetheart, you are a complete disaster. But a hot one. And that’s what matters.”

Billy checked my phone again, gasping dramatically. “Oh my God. She’s typing. ”

The room erupted.

“What?!” I nearly tackled him for the phone.

“She stopped typing,” he groaned. “She’s overthinking it.”

I clutched my chest. “I’m going to be sick.”

Alice gave me a sympathetic look. “You could just say it was an accident, you know.”

Agatha looked horrified. “Alice, no. We do not admit to accidents in this house.”

Jen grinned. “She sent that text for a reason. Maybe she was already thinking about it, and now she’s spiraling.”

I slumped onto the couch, burying my face in a pillow. “This is actual torture.”

Billy tossed me my phone. “Okay, fine. If you have to say something, keep it vague. Play it cool.”

I peeked at the screen again. Lilia’s message was still staring back at me.

I swallowed hard. “Okay. Okay. Something vague.”

Agatha leaned over. “Say: ‘Oops.’”

I gawked at her. “Oops?! ”

Jen snorted. “No, no. Say, ‘Wrong person.’”

Billy gasped. “Or just ‘Enjoy.’”

I groaned. “Oh my God, I hate all of you.”

Alice rubbed my back. “Just say something simple like, ‘Ignore that.’”

Agatha scoffed. “Boring. We need drama.”

I exhaled, staring at the keyboard, and against my better judgment, typed:

Me: I can explain.

I hit send before I could overthink it. “WHY DID I DO THAT?!”

Billy cackled. “No, that was perfect. ”

Agatha beamed. “y/n, I am so proud.”

My phone buzzed again.

Lilia: I’m listening.

I just sat there, scared and staring at the screen, heart pounding out of my chest. “What do I even say now?!”

Agatha grinned. “Well, y/n... you tell her exactly what she wants to hear.”

I groaned, clutching my phone like it was a ticking bomb. “Guys, what if it really was an accident? What if she doesn’t even feel that way about me? What if—”

Agatha didn’t even hesitate— WHAM. Another pillow hit me square in the face.

"Y/N.” She huffed, crossing her arms. “She saw you in that dress. She called you while touching herself. Even if it was an accident—which, yes, it probably was—she still went into your contact list and somehow ended up on your name while doing that. She was thinking about you. ”

I groaned into the pillow. “You don’t know that for sure.”

Jen rolled her eyes dramatically. “y/n, honey, if it were anyone else, maybe we'd doubt it. But it's Lilia. Do you know how many people she could’ve accidentally called? A client? Agatha? Billy?! ”

Billy grinned. “That would’ve been awkward.”

Agatha smirked. “And yet... she called you.”

I peeked out from behind the pillow, my voice muffled. “So... what do I do now?”

Jen leaned forward, her eyes gleaming. “That’s what we’re finding out.”

Alice, always the cautious one, sighed. “Maybe we’re reading too much into this. What if she was just...” She trailed off, face turning red. “...multitasking?”

Billy burst out laughing. “Multitasking? What, like checking her emails?”

Agatha grinned. “I bet she was thinking about y/n, and then her fingers slipped in more ways than one.”

“AGATHA! ” I screeched, my face going bright red.

She just shrugged, sipping her wine. “Sweetheart, denial isn’t a good look on you.”

I groaned again. “Okay, fine. Let’s say you’re right. What the hell do I do?”

Jen smirked. “You keep her curious. ”

Billy nodded. “Let’s craft the perfect reply. Nothing too direct, but nothing too vague.”

Alice groaned. “Please, just text something normal.”

Jen grinned. “Text her... ‘Are you sure you want me to explain?’”

I blinked. “That’s... terrifying.”

Agatha clapped her hands. “Which is why it’s perfect!”

I stared at my phone, chewing my lip. “I don’t know... what if she thinks I’m messing with her?”

Billy waggled his brows. “Then it’s working.”

Jen nudged me. “C’mon, y/n. What’s the worst that could happen?”

“She blocks me, fires me, and I die alone in a pit of regret?” I said, deadpan.

I took a deep breath, heart hammering, and typed:

Me: Are you sure you want me to explain?

I hovered over the send button, looking at them all one last time.

Jen whispered, “Do it.”

I hit send.

The room fell into utter silence.

Alice covered her face. “I can’t believe we’re doing this.”

Billy started counting down. “Three... two... one—”

My phone buzzed.

Lilia: I suppose that depends on what kind of explanation you have in mind.

I sat there, frozen, staring at the screen. “Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my GOD.”

Agatha grinned like a cat who just got into the cream. “Well, well, well.”

I clutched my phone like it might self-destruct, wide-eyed and spiraling. “Agatha, I SENT HER A NUDE.”

Billy, ever the enabler, smirked. “Barely! It was just a hint of lace. Artful. Tasteful.”

Alice groaned. “It’s still an unsolicited hint of lace.”

I buried my face in my hands. “I’m going to jail.”

Jen snorted. “Okay, drama queen. You’re not going to jail.”

I peeked through my fingers. “You don’t know that! What if she reports me? What if she, oh God, what if she shows someone? What if—”

Agatha rolled her eyes. “Sweetheart, breathe. First of all, Lilia wouldn’t do that. Second, she’s intrigued. Look at that response.”

I sat there, frozen, staring at the screen. “Oh my God. Oh my God. What do I say?”

Agatha was already grinning ear to ear. “Oh, baby... you say everything.”

I stared at Agatha, wide-eyed and clutching my phone like it might self-destruct at any moment. “Agatha, really , what do I say?” My voice was barely above a whisper, and I felt like my entire soul was about to leave my body.

Alice, blushing furiously in the corner, mumbled, “Maybe we should reconsider—”

“No,” Jen interrupted, leaning forward with a smirk. “y/n, we all know you’ve got game. You flirt with anyone with a pulse except Lilia. But now? Now is the time.”

I clutched my chest dramatically. “But it’s Lilia,” I whined, my voice a whisper of despair.

Agatha rolled her eyes. “Yes, and you are whipped. But guess what? She is too, whether she knows it yet or not.” She pointed at my phone. “And right now, she’s sitting there, waiting. You want to leave her hanging?”

I swallowed, staring at the message on my screen.

I sighed, staring at my phone. “Okay... so... what do I say? And don’t say anything ridiculous.”

Agatha tapped her chin thoughtfully. “Alright, something simple. How about... ‘I guess I’ll just have to show you instead of explain, hm?’”

Billy gasped. “Oh, that’s good. ”

Alice groaned again. “It’s so not.”

I chewed my lip, staring at the phone. “Okay. Okay... I’ll try something... light.” I exhaled sharply, fingers trembling slightly as I typed.

Me: I think some things are better shown than explained, don’t you?

I hit send, immediately throwing my phone onto the couch like it had personally offended me.

Billy grabbed the phone. “Okay, now we really wait.”

Agatha smirked. “She’s so going to break.”

And then, my phone buzzed.

We all froze.

Jen clapped a hand over her mouth. “Oh my God, she replied.”

Billy held the phone out like it was sacred. “Read it, y/n.”

I snatched it from him, my heart pounding.

Lilia: Are you offering to demonstrate, baby?

I screamed into a pillow.

Agatha was howling. “SHE’S FLIRTING BACK!”

Jen high-fived Billy. “She’s down so bad. ”

I sat up, staring at the screen, my fingers tingling. “What do I even say to that?!”

Agatha grinned, patting my shoulder. “You tell her... that you never offer something you can’t follow through on.”

I groaned, falling back onto the couch. I was so doomed.

Agatha snatched my phone from my trembling hands, eyes gleaming with pure chaos. “Alright, sweetheart, time to stop screaming internally and start sexting externally. ”

I lunged for it. “No, no, NO—Agatha, I can’t—”

She held it above her head like a trophy, grinning. “Y/n, baby, this is your moment. If you don’t take it, I will. ”

Billy cackled. “I will never recover if she actually sexts Lilia for you.”

I whined, flopping onto the couch. “I am actually going to combust. ”

Jen reached over and patted my knee. “You’re doing amazing, sweetie.”

Agatha typed something, and I screamed in horror. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”

She held the phone just out of reach with an evil grin. “Relax, darling. I’m just... guiding you.”

I lunged at her. “AGATHA NO!”

She dodged me effortlessly, shoving the phone in my face.

Me: I never offer something I can't follow through on.

I stared in absolute horror, my mouth falling open. “You did not just send that.”

Billy fell off the couch, cackling. Jen was wheezing. Alice, bless her, looked like she was praying.

Agatha tossed the phone onto my lap with a smug smile. “I absolutely did.”

I was too stunned to speak, staring at the message like it might explode.

My phone buzzed.

The room fell dead silent.

I hesitated, then peeked at the screen.

Lilia: Good to know, baby.

I let out the loudest, most undignified scream into the nearest pillow, my entire body shaking with embarrassment and something else I didn’t want to name.

Agatha grinned like she’d won a lifetime achievement award. “Ladies and gentlemen... we got her.”

Jen clapped slowly. “y/n, you are so whipped.”

Billy smirked. “So, what’s next?”

I peeked out from the pillow, my face flushed beyond saving. “...I think I need a drink. I need a strong drink.”

Billy, still on the floor in a fit of laughter, wheezed. “You need new underwear, more like.”

I buried my face in my hands. “Oh my God, Billy, shut up. ”

Agatha, lounging like a queen on her throne of chaos, smirked. “He’s not wrong, darling. You’ve barely sexted, and you’re already losing it. I shudder to think what happens when things get... more involved.”

I shot her a glare. “I also need new friends. ”

Alice, looking mildly traumatized but still loyal, patted my arm. “No, you don’t.”

Jen grinned. “Yes, you do.”

Billy nodded. “We’re terrible for you.”

I exhaled dramatically, sinking deeper into the couch. “Why am I friends with you people?”

Agatha shrugged. “Because you love us. And because we’re making your love life interesting.”

I groaned again. “This isn’t interesting, it’s stressful.” I grabbed my phone and checked Lilia’s last message again, my stomach doing things I didn’t want to analyse. Good to know, baby.

Billy grinned. “So, what’s the plan now, baby? ”

I scowled at him. “Don’t call me that.”

Agatha leaned forward, eyes twinkling with mischief. “Now? We let her brood. ”

I frowned. “Brood?”

Agatha nodded sagely. “Lilia is probably sitting there, swirling her wine, thinking about what you said.” She smirked. “So, we let her sit with it. Let it marinate. ”

Alice sighed. “Why do you talk about everything like it’s a steak?”

Agatha ignored her. “The longer she stews, the more she’ll realise she wants you. It’s psychology, y/n.”

I blinked. “It’s torture, Agatha.”

Jen shrugged. “Same thing.”

I sighed, reaching for my drink. “Fine. I’ll let her brood. But if I explode from frustration, I’m haunting all of you.”

Billy raised his glass. “Cheers to y/n’s sexual frustration!”

I groaned. “I need better friends.”

Agatha smirked. “No, sweetheart, you need a better plan.”

I groaned, pacing the room like my life depended on it. “Guys. We do need a plan. I’m working tomorrow. Oh my God, I have to face her after this.”

Billy grinned, way too excited. “Y/n, we have the perfect plan.”

I froze, pointing a finger at them. “Oh no. ”

Agatha leaned in with an all-too-smug look. “Listen, listen. You use her facilities again tomorrow.”

I frowned. “For what?”

Jen smirked. “You don’t bring up the texts. Nothing. Just casually be like, ‘Hey, Jen’s picking me up for something later. Mind if I use your shower before we go?’”

I narrowed my eyes. “...She won’t mind that.”

“Exactly,” Agatha purred. “It’s innocent. Harmless. But it plants the idea. And—” she wiggled her brows “this isn’t even about making her think about you naked in her shower.”

Billy grinned. “Although that’s a huge bonus.”

I groaned, covering my face. “Oh my God.”

Agatha leaned in closer, her voice low and conspiratorial. “No, the real plan? You’re gonna ‘accidentally’ leave something behind.”

I peeked through my fingers. “Like what?”

Jen smirked. “Something delicate. ”

Billy grinned wildly. “Your underwear. ”

I choked. “ARE YOU INSANE?”

Alice, horrified, threw up her hands. “Okay, that’s it. This has officially crossed a line.”

I pointed at her. “Thank you! Finally, some sanity!”

Agatha beamed. “Oh, honey, it’s genius. Not out in the open, obviously, that’s tacky. You just... leave it somewhere subtle.”

I groaned. “Guys, first a nude and now this? This is so wildly unethical.”

Jen waved a dismissive hand. “Y/n, it could totally be an accident. Just relax.”

Billy grinned. “Besides, how many times do you leave things behind? You’re basically a walking trail of forgotten items.”

I scowled. “That is not the same!”

Agatha ignored me completely. “Somewhere she’ll find it. In the bathroom. Not right away, but later. Maybe under a towel.”

Billy clapped his hands. “Ooh, yes. And not just any underwear. Your lacy black thong.”

I blinked. “I hate you people.”

Jen grinned. “You love us.”

I sat down heavily on the couch, my mind spiraling. “This is insane.”

Agatha sipped her wine with a devious smile. “Insane? No. Effective? Absolutely.”

Billy wiggled his eyebrows. “You leave it behind. And when she finds it, she will think about you wearing it.”

Jen shrugged. “Or not wearing it.”

I groaned. “I am so doomed.”

Agatha smirked. “Honey, you’re not doomed. You’re about to win. ”

The next day, I walked into the shop with every ounce of casual energy I could muster, which wasn’t much considering my heart was pounding hard enough to rattle my ribcage.

Lilia was already behind the counter, flipping through one of her old, worn tarot decks with that signature calm that usually drove me crazy in the best way. But today? Today she was watching me with a different kind of intensity, her sharp brown eyes squinting slightly, like she was trying to figure me out.

I forced a breezy smile, pretending like my entire plan wasn’t currently burning a hole in my brain. Act normal. Don’t think about the nude. Don’t bring up the nude. Just stick to the coven’s plan. “Morning,” I said, casual as ever, even though my heart was doing its best impression of a jackhammer.

Lilia’s eyes lingered on me for a beat longer than necessary before she nodded. “Morning, baby.” Her voice was smooth, but I could tell she was definitely suspicious of something. There was something in her expression, a flicker of hesitation, like she was debating whether or not to say something. I could practically see the wheels turning in her head, and for a split second, I was convinced she was about to bring it up. My pulse skyrocketed.

I swallowed hard and leaned against the counter, carefully keeping my tone light. “Hey, uh... Jen’s picking me up later for something. Mind if I use your shower before we go? It’s easier than running home.”

Lilia arched a perfectly shaped brow, eyes scanning me with that same unreadable expression she always wore when she was in the middle something. “Sure,” she said slowly, setting down the cards. “You know where everything is.”

I nodded, offering her my best innocent smile. “Thanks, you're the best.”

She didn’t respond right away, just kept squinting at me like I was a puzzle she couldn’t quite put together. And me? I just smiled harder and grabbed a stack of inventory to avoid the weight of her gaze.

When the time came, I slipped into the back and into Lilia’s bathroom, which was as eccentric as the rest of her shop. Dark tiles, candles lined along the bathtub, and shelves filled with lotions and oils that probably dated back to the Renaissance. It smelled like lavender and something distinctly her.

I stared at myself in the mirror, steeling my nerves. “Okay, y/n. You can do this. It’s just underwear. Totally normal. Happens all the time.”

I was going to hell. Or jail.

Stripping down, I went about my plan like it was just another casual part of my day, showering quickly and then carefully leaving my lacy black thong under the fluffy towel on the floor. Not too hidden, not too obvious. Just... enough.

I pulled my dress on, took a deep breath, and stepped back into the shop, cool and composed. Totally normal. Totally casual. Totally not panicking.

Lilia glanced up from behind the counter again, her lips twitching like she was biting back some comment. “Feel better?”

I smirked. “Refreshed.”

She gave a slow, deliberate nod. “Good.”

And then she went back to her task, but there was a tension in her shoulders now, something almost... calculated. Like she was waiting.

I played it cool. I clocked out, waved goodbye, and walked out of the shop like I didn’t just leave my underwear in her bathroom like some kind of seductress. Like I hadn’t sent her a not-really-a-nude the day before and was now waiting for the earth to swallow me whole.

Once I was safely out of sight, I all but sprinted to Jen’s car, throwing myself into the seat with a groan.

Jen took one look at me and grinned. “You did it, didn’t you?”

I groaned, dragging my hands down my face. “I hate myself.”

Agatha, lounging in the backseat, cackled. “Oh, sweetheart, we are so proud.”

Billy, leaning between the seats, grinned. “Now we wait. ”

And wait we did.

I lay sprawled across my bed, staring at the ceiling in utter defeat. Midnight had come and gone, and still, nothing. No message, no call, no acknowledgment of the very bold move I had pulled earlier.

I groaned, flipping onto my stomach and burying my face into my pillow. “I fucked it,” I mumbled to myself.

After waiting at Agatha’s with the coven for hours, laughing nervously and waiting for my phone to buzz with some reaction, I finally gave up and went home. Now, alone in the dim glow of my bedside lamp, it felt so much worse.

I was so stupid. Why did I think this would work? Lilia was too composed, too controlled. Maybe she just tossed the lingerie aside without a second thought, chalking it up to a careless mistake. Maybe she thought I was an immature idiot. Or worse—maybe she was uncomfortable. What if she thought I’d crossed a line? What if she was sitting in her armchair right now, contemplating whether or not to sue me for harassment?

I sighed heavily, rolling onto my back and closing my eyes. “Never listening to the coven again,” I muttered.

And then, my phone rang.

I shot upright so fast I nearly knocked it off the nightstand. My heart leapt into my throat as I stared at the caller ID.

Lilia Calderu.

My fingers trembled as I swiped to answer. “Hey,” I greeted cautiously, my voice softer than I intended. “Everything okay?”

For a moment, nothing but silence. And then, heavy breathing.

Thick, slow, and uneven breathing that sent a shiver down my spine. My stomach tightened, and I gripped the phone tighter.

When Lilia finally spoke, her voice was thick, strained— heavy.

"You left your panties here."

My entire body locked up, heat rushing to my face so fast I thought I might combust on the spot.

“Shit,” I blurted out, swallowing hard. “I’m sorry. You can just... put them aside. Or throw them out. Or whatever you want.”

She hummed, a slow, thoughtful sound that sent every nerve in my body into overdrive.

I clenched my jaw, fighting the urge to scream into a pillow. “Lilia...”

And then...

It was faint, barely there, but unmistakable. A muffled, strangled moan.

My eyes widened.

Oh. Oh.

The embarrassment that had been gnawing at me all night started to fade, slowly replaced by something deeper, heavier, something... dangerous.

My breath caught in my throat, and for a second, I thought I might actually pass out. Heat pooled low in my stomach, and my grip on the phone tightened like it was the only thing keeping me grounded.

Her breathing deepened, each slow inhale crackling through the line like it was too much, too intimate, too intentional.

I felt it everywhere, creeping under my skin, settling in my chest like a live wire. My pulse pounded, my thoughts racing with the very real possibility that, oh God, she’s actually...

I squeezed my eyes shut. This was insane. This was so wildly hot. My fingers tightened around the phone, my breath coming quicker, my entire body thrumming with the weight of it.

“What are you doing, Lilia?” I asked, my voice quieter, more deliberate.

Her breathing hitched, and the pause stretched long enough to make my pulse pound in my ears. Another sharp exhale followed, and I swore I could hear the faintest rustle of fabric, the softest shift of movement. And then, a whispered curse, low and breathy, slipping from Lilia’s lips like she didn’t mean for me to hear it. Her breathing stopped for a split second, and then she exhaled sharply.

And then, "What are we doing, baby?"

I opened my mouth to answer, but nothing came out. I sat there, lips parted, completely frozen.

“I can’t, y/n,” she whispered, the words almost pained.

And then click.

The call ended.

I stared at the phone in shock, my pulse racing so hard I thought it might burst through my chest.

I flopped back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to process what just happened.

"She wants me," I whispered to myself.

And suddenly... I wasn’t so sure I’d fucked it after all.