#yellowjackets x you

[shaunamilfman]

Being Lottie Matthews Controversially Young Girlfriend

Adult Timeline Headcanons

nsfw mention

you and lottie definitely have a meet-cute moment at the farmers market. love at first sight fr she's trying to get you to move in the wellness center within the month. “but y/n if you live in the dorms again you'd be here all the time anyways. Just move in 😁. it's cheaper that way.”

coming home after a long day to see Lottie laying in bed and just burying your face in her cleavage. She's surprised the first time you do it, nearly dropping her book and tries to catch you thinking you've fallen, but she's gotten so used to it now that she doesn't even react. she sets her book down gently on the nightstand and runs her hands soothingly through your hair. 

she has absolutely no shame about dating you despite the large age difference. she's hyping you up to her cult wellness center members talking about how good you're doing in college and shit. “yeah 😁 she really aced that exam she was worried about 😁😁”. she got one of those stickers like “my girlfriend goes to x college”. 

she def packs you lunch and stuff to take with you. lottie can't cook for shit but she can make a mean sandwich. you're like “i only have one class today.” and she's still shoving snacks into your bag lmao. 

im convinced lottie is a bit of a technophobe so she's consulting your ass on everything. you get woken up in the middle of your nap to go turn the wellness center computer off and on again. you spend 20 minutes trying to talk her through sending an email before you give up and type it yourself while she dictates. she looks particularly smug after that one, so you think she may have gotten one over on you. she's so genuine most of the time that you're never quite sure. 

Lottie's a lot older than you but I really don't think she'd have all that much sexual experience given her circumstances. if she had slept with others before you it wouldn't have been that all that many. lottie would definitely be aware that she'd be expected to have more experience and is a little hesitant about telling you that she doesn't. point is I mostly just think she'd be very shy and blushy the first few times you had sex. 

going along with it once when someone assumes you’re her daughter to try to playfully embarrass her. she just shrugs and makes a note in the back of her mind to kiss you in front of them at some point. some poor cult member walks in on you like two fingers deep in your ‘mom’ and is so traumatized by the ordeal. Lottie's all smiles the whole time. she fr giggled a bit when they left she's so devious. 

Lottie mentions movies she liked as a kid and you're off-handedly like “oh I don't think I was alive when that came out.” and she just full on winces. she spirals a bit over it every time she's so dramatic. 

Lottie's constantly trying to initiate sex wearing like beautiful and intricate lingerie all the time while you're wearing whatever random shit you happened to have on like "please warn a girl omg". Lottie's ass is still like 😍😍. she does not care in the slightest what your wearing lmao it's on site.

Lottie wears silk pajamas with like robes and shit to sleep. they've got her initials monogrammed on the pocket and she buys you matching ones in your favorite colors. she wouldn't be upset if you didn't wear them but she always looks so excited when you do. she also has like a ridiculously expensive sheet set on her bed. it's soft as hell though you've got to give her that. all that and your little cotton blanket you bring for when she inevitably steals all of the bigger blanket from you in her sleep. 

Lottie for sure tries to pay for all of your things. you try to pay for them yourself but she always seems to know. she pops out of nowhere with her debit card just as you're checking out like 😁. Lottie's not paying for your things expecting sexual favors out of it but she'd absolutely receive them. dropping to your knees in front of her after she pays for your textbooks??

she has no idea how much things cost. she's def like “how much could a banana cost? $10?”

the reading glasses stay on during sex. she's so embarrassed the first time you see her with them on but gets over it very quickly when you immediately jump her bones. 

Lottie buys you a shit ton of clothes. they're all styles you like, but you can't help but notice they're all heliotrope. you're just like 🙄 whenever she gifts you a new shirt. 

grinning ear to ear whenever you introduce your milf girlfriend to your friends. you're so smug about it that it honestly makes lottie a little shy. she def really likes it though she's just always so blushy when you compliment her in any way.

she calls you so many pet names. it's all honey, baby, sweetie, princess, etc with Lottie. going feral over the idea of lottie calling you love. 

Lottie's so physically clingy. she just loves laying on top of you with her head against your chest so she can hear your heartbeat. she loves when you play with her hair. she chases your hand with her head like a dog if you try to stop lmao.

you'll catch her just staring at you all the time she has no shame

[ultrone]

💼 ★ –— lottie fucking you on her dad’s desk

the expensive aroma of lottie's body lotion infiltrated your nostrils as you slowly planted wet, open-mouthed kisses on her thighs, each bringing you closer to the big strap that rested smugly between her legs.

her hands clasped the armrests of the chair she was sitting on, the sensation of champagne-tinted kisses burning her skin as she stared down at you.

"are you sure you want to do this here?" you asked her, uncertainty evident in your tone, as you paused the kissing to gaze up at her.

"we're home alone, baby. it's okay," she reassured you in a soft and persuasive manner.

"i know, lotts, but—" you began, only to be interrupted by her.

"shhh," she hushed you with her index finger. then, using the same hand, she shifted it from your lips to the top of your head, gently guiding your face back to her thighs. this time, though, she pressed the tip of her strap against your lips.

"you know what to do," she said huskily, and you just nodded in response.

you took lottie's strap with one of your hands, the other one resting on her thigh, and you delicately began to trace its length with the tip of your tongue. you cautiously moved up to the head, running circles around it before slipping it into your mouth completely. lottie inhaled sharply as she observed your soft lips taking in her rigid length, bobbing your head up and down in rhythmic motions.

“you look so fuckin’ hot,” she praised you as she slid her hand up to your head and tangled her fingers in your hair. she pushed your head all the way down, causing you to deepthroat her with such force that she could feel the pressure against her clit.

"fuck," she mumbled, her head sinking back into the headrest as both her hands were now entangled in your hair, pulling you up and down fiercely while elevating her hips to create more friction on her swollen nub.

your eyes began to well up, and you gripped her thighs harshly, trying not to choke. "you're doing s' good," she praised again, making you even more eager to please her. you tried your hardest to keep your rhythm, but you really needed to breathe, so you let go of her cock with a plop sound.

you coughed a little, a tear streaming down your cheek. lottie's gaze returned to you, her eyes heavier and her lids weary. "you did great, baby," she cooed, wiping your tears away with her thumb. you placed your hand on top of hers and kissed her palm softly, then moved your hand through her arm, catching her by the forearm and bringing her close, sealing your lips together into a heated kiss.

lottie began to nibble on your bottom lip and then run her tongue over it, attempting to relieve the discomfort, and repeated this again and again, eliciting groans from your chest.

your knees began to ache from the prolonged kneeling. so, while lottie was sucking on the blood that began to flow from your swelled lip, you began to rise. she noticed what you were doing and assisted you by placing her hands behind your thighs and guiding you to sit on top of her.

"mmh—" you exhaled as your centre made contact with lottie's faux cock, goosebumps coursing through your body. lottie planted her palms on your sides and held you in a bruising grasp, pushing you down and making you grind harder against her cock. she finally released your bleeding and assaulted lip, and began attacking your neck instead. looks so empty, she thought, and began licking and sucking anywhere she could, eagerly marking you.

"ffuck—" you whined, your cunt becoming warmer and wetter by the second. "please, please, please, fuck me," you implored, your eyebrows creasing as you struggled to process every sensation on your body.

"keep begging like that, and i'll consider it," she answered huskily, her cocky smile concealed with every forceful kiss she pressed onto your already bruised neck.

you wrapped your arms around her head and pulled her closer to you, your cunt dragging against her length with increased force. "lotts—" you choked out, "please," you begged once again, trembling breaths escaping from your lips.

without warning, she effortlessly manhandled you as she stood up, gripping you by the ass and hoisting you up, your legs wrapping around her waist. she placed you onto her dad's desk right before her. your back met the chilly wooden surface, pressing against numerous scattered documents and notes, and lottie looked down at you with dazzling eyes.

she began stroking your lower abdomen with one hand while spreading your wetness across her strap with the other. "shit, y/n, you're so wet my strap is dripping," she mumbled, moving her hand down your inner thigh and holding your legs open as much as you possibly could. she moved in closer, and while still gently caressing your inner thigh, she began rubbing the tip of her cock against your glistening folds, finishing with a delicate slap against your beating clit.

“lotts, please—” your pleads were cut short by a loud moan, elicited by your girlfriends girth being pushed all the way to your cervix with great force, bottoming out completely. then, she waited a few seconds for you to adjust before pulling out entirely, making your walls painfully contract around nothing. before you could even complain, she shoved it all the way in again, but this time she began pounding in and out of you relentlessly, watching your breasts jiggle in front of her.

"holy ffuck," you gasped, your senses numbed by the sensation of being filled up and lottie's lower abdomen rubbing against your clit with every thrust. you stared down at her cock as it repeatedly sank itself into you, deliciously stretching your walls. lottie's hands moved from your thighs to your breasts, using them as leverage to draw herself closer and push deeper inside you. she felt the cloth of the strap pressing against her clit with each thrust, "fuck i— i love you so much," she muttered, starting to grab and pinch your nipples between her fingers. she then placed one of her hands on your face and inserted two fingers into your mouth for you to suck. "—rghh, i love you too," you struggled to say, circling her long fingers with your tongue.

"i'm close," you cried out, "go rougher please," you begged, and she immediately intensified her tempo, wanting to find relief as well.

she slid her wet fingers from your lips to your neck and began to apply pressure on the sides, lightly chocking you, all while her other hand continued to play with your already abused nub. her rapid, strong thrusts slowed and grew sloppier, and before you knew it, you were both at climax simultaneously. with her hands flying to the sides of your waist, lottie flung her head back and gave your sides a bruising squeeze. your hands tried to grab anything they could hold onto, but all they could find were the documents belonging to lottie's dad, which you clutched in your fists as you closed your eyes and let out a wordless scream.

lottie slumped on top of you, and as you both struggled to regain your composure, she moved up to look into your eyes, her fingers delicately massaging your swollen neck.

"i love you so much," she said, her tone sincere and her pupils dilated.

"i love you even more," you replied, pulling her into a gentle kiss, which she immediately returned.

after the two of you separated to catch your breath, she lifted you by the hips and pulled you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around her. she held you as closely as possible and began guiding you towards her bedroom for some rest, leaving her father’s desk a mess behind you.

[abbysbunny]

SMILEY!LOTTIE HC'S • 🍓

warnings: none!! just lott being a cutie !:3

notes: she's so cutie coded <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠> this is also modern lott !

smiley!lott who almost always has a grin on her face!!! she's such a giddy girl :3

smiley!lott who has the sweetest giggle EVER . she'll laugh at the stupidest things ever !!

smiley!lott who always finds memes on Pinterest to laugh at, it'll be like 4 am, your both in bed and you'll turn over and she's just giggling at the stupidest Justin Bieber meme EVER

smiley!lott who has the cutest smile !! she's always smiling at you from the field:3

smiley!lott who carefully doodles on your arm !!

you're paying attention in math class, completely focused on what the prof is saying . suddenly you feel a cold pen tip against your arm, you look over and see lottie entirely focused on drawing a bee on your skin😭

smiley!lott who while telling jokes laughs between words, she cannot stop laughing!!!!! she'll try to tell you a dad joke and end up laughing through the words

smiley!lott who's also very clumsy, she always giggles when she stubbles during practice ^_^

smiley!lott who adoressss seeing you smile !! she loves to see other people as happy as her but she especially loves seeing you like that !

smiley!lott who loves sanrio!!!!!!!!! her favorite is cinnamon roll ! she thinks he's soooo cutesy, she has stuffed animals and posterssss EVERYTHINGGGG

smiley!lott who wears bows in her hair for youuuu, she lets you do her makeup allllll the time !! you'll straddle her lap and while putting on eyeliner she can never keep a straight face ! she's always smiling and giggling when you put it on:(<3

smiley!lott who is da cutest gf ever(⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠)

[lacyscabinet]

[gl1tter-claire]

๋࣭ ⭑ᡣ𐭩𝖬𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖭𝖺𝗍 ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

༘⋆₊˚ෆ i 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 be your 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅୭🧷✧˚. ᵎᵎ

She loves physical contact when they are alone

Your relationship is not perfect and you have to accept that

They've had a lot of arguments because of Nat's addictions, she doesn't really understand that all you're doing is worrying about her

Nat is very impulsive when she is angry and is capable of doing things she regrets later, for example, she once yelled at you during an argument and made you cry

𝑺𝑯𝑬 is like a phrase from the Arctic monkeys song 505, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝐼 𝑐𝑟𝑢𝑚𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑟𝑦 ← she fits this so 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ

Nat will literally fight anyone who makes you cry

S𝒉e loves it when you steal his leather 𝑗𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑡

She learned insults in Italian just to insult people without them realizing it

She loves it when you go to see her at soccer team practice and she does a lot of things to try to impress 𝒚𝒐𝒖

I repeat, she is very insecure and is very afraid that you will find someone better than her, that is why after every argument because of her addictions she tries to stop taking drugs too often or not drink beer much (the poor girl just doesn't want to lose you for its 𝒅𝒆𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒔😭)

She literally keeps everything you give her in a drawer that she named as her favorite drawer just because that's where she keeps all the gifts and letters you give

when you are sad she hugs you all day and cuddles you

If you cry Nat is going to start kissing your entire face to distract you and believe me she doesn't mind wetting her lips with your tears if that makes you stop crying

She likes it when you kiss her whole face and your lipstick leaves kiss marks on her 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆

She will flirt with you in the most ridiculous way in the world just to see your smile

Hey, are you going to give me the money now? Since I met you, you have been living in my heart for 8 months without paying rent

"You're so silly" you said, laughing, blushing as you gave Nat a little push

𝑨/𝒏: Hello pookies, I'm back ​​<3

[shaunashipmansgf]

— 𝘥𝘪𝘻𝘻𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦!

saturday with your girlfriend. (wc: 612)

it was a peaceful saturday, the rays of sunlight peeking through the blinds covering your bedroom window, seeping onto the blankets that adorned your bed. your parents were out of the house, creating the perfect opportunity to have your girlfriend over.

“nat, i swear to god if you try and steal 𝘰𝘯𝘦 more fry–” you were cut off by the bleached blonde doing exactly that, smirking at you smugly as she popped the fry in her mouth. “you were saying?” she couldn’t help the snicker that left her lips as you gently swatted her arm. “you already finished yours! leave mine alone!” you pouted at her, making her roll her eyes.

“fine, fine. we can share this instead,” she leaned over to grab her bag, unzipping it to pull a joint out, along with a lighter. narrowing your eyes at her you crossed your arms. “we weren’t sharing my fries, and you know it.”

“just take a hit, would you?” nat handed you the joint after lighting it and taking the first two puffs. you obliged, and passed the blunt back and forth as you watched youtube videos.

a couple of hours had passed at this point, with you laying on your back, your head hanging off the edge of the bed, and natalie’s head resting on your stomach. the two of you were giggling as you chatted about everything and nothing, when suddenly, an idea popped into your head. “i bet i could beat you at gang beasts,” you smirked as she sat up, looking down at you. “in your dreams, babe. you’re on.” she stood up to turn on your xbox, grabbing two controllers and handing one to you as you rolled over onto your stomach, sitting up now.

you took the controller and started up the game, as nat came to sit down next to you. the first few rounds, nat was winning, but you were determined to beat her. the next six rounds you had won, ultimately beating your girlfriend. “yes!” you cheered, throwing your arms up with a grin on your face. the blonde looked at you, rolling her eyes at your enthusiasm. but she couldn’t help the smile peeking through her lips. “you’re just lucky you’re cute.” she went to poke your side, and a small yelp left your lips before you could stop it.

natalie’s eyes instantly lit up as she moved to straddle you, laying you down on the bed now. “nat, wh–what are you doing?” you asked, feeling your face grow warm. nat just smirked, and without warning her hands shot to your sides, starting to tickle you. it caused you to squeal as you squirmed underneath her, giggling uncontrollably. “n–nat! sto– stop it!” you tried to flip her over, but it was no use. “it’s payback!” she teased, her fingers finding your stomach and tickling there now. “i-i won! fair and square!” you managed to speak through your laughter, tears in your eyes at this point. they were happy tears, of course. you absolutely loved this playful side of natalie, and would gladly endure some tickling torture if it meant you got see more of that.

after a few more seconds she let up, rolling off of you. it gave you the chance to catch your breath, before shifting onto your side to snuggle into your girlfriend, resting your head on her chest. kissing your forehead, she began running her fingers through your hair, looking down at you. “go to sleep, baby, i’ll be here.” she reassured you, noticing how your eyelids were drooping closed. so you nodded, cuddling in closer to her as you dozed off, feeling safe in her arms.

[mayasaurusss]

Having a situationship with Shauna in the wilderness headcanons:

A/n: Guys and gays, a few things. I wrote this in like fifteen minutes, and also I've never wrote either headcanons or explicit sexual content, so consider me an amateur for this. I only did till the doomcoming episode cause I haven't finished watching the first season. Tell me if you'd like a longer version of this with a full on smut scene. I feel so embarrassed of myself.

You and Shauna don't start off as friends. You were just another girl on the team that she did not pay attention to.

When the plane crashes, all of you start to rely on each other more and more and as time passes, Shauna starts to warm up to you.

When you find the lake and take a swim, you and Shauna both decide to pounce on Van.

Later, you and her talk together on the rocky shore of the lake and discover your mutual love for literature. Shauna secretly hopes to make Jackie jealous but wouldn't dare to say that to you.

The first night at the cabin, you and her talk together well after midnight, whispering in eachothers ears and giggling. This makes Jackie roll her eyes and clinging in her sheets in annoyance.

During senace, Shauna clings close to you terrified, when Lottie starts to workship unknown gods, much to Jackie's dismay.

After the Lottie incident Taissa decides to sleep in the attic to prove it's not haunted, Shauna follows close behind her. As you too were making your way to the attic to keep them company, you hear Shauna and Taissa talk, talk of a 'baby'. You can't quite make up what they're saying but are smart enough to understand. You leave them alone and go back down stairs.

Shauna watches you when you chop the wood for the fire: all those weeks in the wilderness and the physical effort you had to endure (usually doomed to the heavier task) had made you stronger. After Jackie so graciously spilled Shauna's secret out, she doesn't do as much as work as she did before: during the afternoon she sits outside talking in the light and pure air of the forest. Sometimes she writes in her journals (so secretly, she wouldn't want you to read her most secret fantasies) reads the few books she brough with her or, most of the time, spies you chopping off the wood.

Something about how you move your body makes her shift, she thinks she looks like one of those horny ladies in old movies watching their husbands or the new mechanic work.

You feel her eyes on you, but when you watch her she's caught up in something else.

Food begins to be scarce, no one eats much but whenever you have a bit of food you instantly give it to Shauna, making her worry for your health but she accepts it anyway, she's really hungry after all.

When the team is sure to die, Jackie has another idea, to host a doomcoming.

All the girls wear their nicest clothes, adorning their heads with flower crowns. You get into one of your best dresses, leaving your arms exposes and unknowingly sparking a heat in Shauna's body.

She watches you drink the alcohol Mari made, how you talk to others and can't help but want you all for herself.

Shauna feels her eyes shifting painfully, her vision goes blurry and she branches herself on a stump. She's hungry now. She doesn't know why, she just wants something to eat. She looks at you.

At one point, everything starts to blurry together and you fell asleep. You woke up at the cabin, someone had brought you back. You're tied on a chair and your teammates are around you.

You feel everyone starting to touch you, but when Mari tires to kiss you, Shauna feels her blood boiling. She roughly shoves her friend away and sits on your lap, her mouth on yours kissing you sloppily and grinding on your thigh while everyone looked.

The others watch, their eyes fixated on the both of you, some try to get behind you and touch you from there but Shauna clings to you so tightly no one can get close to your skin.

You feel embarrassed, you feel hot and bothered but to Shauna, this is a way to make you hers, letting everyone watch her make your mouth and your body hers is her way to make you two bond and claim you as hers and only hers.

[moneymartin]

MAY I REQUEST FOR LOTTIE WITH A SKATER GF HCS

🦌-lottie with skater!gf hcs

k this has been sitting in my inbox for like a week im sorry zzz also pulling stuff out of my ass cuz im so sleepyt

rich girl yes, she def buys you your gear and shit

if you ask her for a new deck she will literally get it for you no hesitation even if she already got you one

even the clothes and shoes like okayyyy (all brand name clothes for skating r so expensive too omfg)

offering her some help cause she wants to learn just for you

one day before she asked for it though she came home with scratches and a few bruises here and there cause she was trying to learn while you were out of the house :(

cannot balance thats why it happened

when you do end up teaching her though she is gripping onto you so tight it feels like your shirt is gonna rip 😭 she’s terrified of falling in front of you it is literally her biggest fear

teaching her tricks is a whole new level like she cannot pop up the tail properly and always holds on to you cause she sux!

you probably get her the skate trainers so she can do them when you’re gone ☹️

idk if ppl are gonna know what i’m talking abt but having her stand on the board while you hold her hands and she jumps so you can make the board underneath spin

please tell me you guys know what i’m talking abt or i’m gonna sound fucking crazy…

when she gets what she considers good she always calls you out so you can see her do a silly lil pop shuv or a strawberry milkshake 😭

when you sucked at skating you would get hurt ALL THE TIME!!!

lots of blood thats for sure.. lottie tending to your wounds and calling you ‘stupid’ for not wearing a helmet

you tell her “it looks dumb on me” and she ends up smacking you in the area where it hurts just so you know not to do it again and wear the damn helmet no matter how dumb it looks 😒

makes up for that tho fs! kisses your little scratches and bruises while you sleep so they magically feel better in the morning

definitely gives you massages too like she is such an angel oh my god

i think if you broke her arm or leg she’d FREAK!!!

she sees your hand twisted in that weird way but you’re just sitting on the floor holding up your wrist while she’s literally sobbing and calling an ambulance 🤧

same thing with the leg me thinks… your ankle twisted or something like that

when you get your arm casted up she helps you do everything like dress and cook and all that shebang

also she writes all over the cast like she makes it hard for the other yjs to sign it cause all there is on there is her name a bunch of times and a million hearts and doodles

one space on there where the yjs have their names cramped up while lottie’s is everywhere 😕

when it heals and you start to skate again lottie makes you wear a big ass sweater with a shit ton of padding underneath

probably makes you wear big old pants too so she can pad them up as well

gets you a big dumb helmet too so you don’t get hurt

but in reality she just cares about you too much and hates seeing you in pain 🙁🙁🙁

[dearbraus]

. ☆ ͡ ݂ The Antler Queen’s Reverie

Feat. Natalie Scatorccio

⊹ Details. 18+ only minors dni, dni if you’re not sapphic, afab reader, canon divergence, set in the wilderness at s2 finale, cheating (emotional and physical in nat and travis' relationship), discussions of cannibalism, allusion’s to cannibalism, mentions of canon character death, allusions to compulsory heterosexuality, blood consumption, biting (til it bleeds), reader is described as being able to have viable bruises, reader is described as having fingers carded in their hair, making out, scissoring, love as consumption. ⊹ Runtime. 4.5k ⊹ Note. Natalie is canonically eighteen by the season two ending and her actress is nearly twenty-three, peace and love she is above age, don’t like don’t read! If you do read I hope you enjoy <3

Travis sleeps in front of the dying hearth, warmed by the still hot embers and the feeling of a full belly. It’s pleasantly lavish, even when his back will inevitably grow frigid with goosebumps beneath the thick plaid blanket that covers him because he is assuaged. It’ll last him the next few days, perhaps even a week if he’s lucky, before they’ll have to tap into their reserves and Travis will be reminded of why his plate is filled with more than belt-soaked soup. For now, he rests easily, for the first time in the ten months they’ve been trapped. Sleep comes to him before his head even reaches the lumpy pillow that used to be Laura Lee’s– it no longer smells of the vanilla perfume she wore until the day she died, only Lottie missed the scent or even noticed.

Natalie sleeps comfortably in Dead Cabin Guy's bed, nestled behind a shoddily built pine wood door. Coach Scott has disappeared but no one voiced concern if they had any left for the man. Nat takes the opportunity to relish the modicum of privacy the room provides. If Shauna could hole herself up in the attic the moment Lottie was well enough to lay with her acolytes, then Natalie could give her body the much-needed reprieve and sleep somewhere either than the uneven floorboards of the cabin.

It’s quiet, too quiet without Van’s snoring, the crackling fire, and the sounds of creaking wood as Mari tosses and turns to get comfortable. The Wilderness was already suffocatingly silent, in the warm months it wasn’t so bad. The woods were alive, the June bugs buzzed and the trees swayed in the breeze. It was easy then to pretend the sounds of wildlife were no different from the constant thrum of the trailer park she lived in a lifetime ago. She’d learn that in the winter months, the mountains of snow that blanketed the greenery shut everything else out. They could yell but their voices would bounce back at them and be swallowed up just as quickly as it was uttered. 

Natalie found herself staring up at the thick wooden slats that made up the roof, eyes heavy and wet with unshed tears. There was nothing to distract her idle mind as it replayed the events of the day. They looped in her mind like a broken VHS tape. Jackie’s necklace burned against the column of her throat but she couldn’t bring herself to take it off, it wouldn’t make her forget the feeling of a dull blade pressed against her skin by shaky hands or the way bitter wind whipped across her cheeks as she ran. 

The worst part, the thing that kept her mind racing and her body unable to settle into a restful sleep was her lack of regret. Guilt didn’t eat away at her stomach the way it was supposed to. When she thought of the fear that filled Coach Ben’s eyes and how his expression crumbled when she confessed her sins to him, Natalie felt nothing. She should have felt sick, she should have been consumed with such grief that it killed her but Natalie felt nothing of the sort. The tears that sat idle in her eyes weren’t for Javi but they should have been. They were for her. 

Her head snapped towards the door, the sound of the floorboards groaning under the weight of someone made her heart race more than it should. In the dim light that bled through the thin space between the door and the floor, Natalie could see a pair of feet. They hovered nervously, shuffling around without any real intention of coming in.

Natalie learned at a young age to tiptoe and glide around without making a sound. It was better to make herself invisible than to risk the wrath of her father who more often than not was in some drunken stupor. Whoever is behind the door doesn’t scuttle away as she approaches until Natalie tears the door open and a shrill gasp fills the otherwise silent cabin. 

It’s you.

Your lips settle into an apologetic smile, backlit by the warm glow of the dwindling fire you look angelic. The comforting blend of oranges and yellow that danced across your skin could have made Natalie forget how terrified she was when you looked at her like a starved lion gazes upon a gazelle.

Ten months ago you and Natalie were best friends. In definition and in the eyes of the team. Natalie never had a best friend, Kevyn was the closest she’d ever come but it was different than when she was with you. Now, Natalie wasn’t sure. 

That was in the before. 

Before the crash, before they feasted upon human flesh, before they had become grievous creatures who ceaselessly craved.

Natalie whispers your name, her neck craning to peer over your shoulder. The group rests well. Their chests rise and fall evenly from beneath their fur pelts and moth-bitten blankets. Lottie manages a peaceful expression despite the bruises and scabs that still mar her skin.

“Is something wrong?” Natalie asks, her frostbitten hands wringing together nervously.

You avoid her inquisitive eyes, your chin bashfully pressing against your chest, “Can I come in?” You question, the tip of your worn sneakers dig into the floor as you nervously twist your foot back and forth.

She wordlessly steps back, her arm extending outward to usher you forward. The muscles in her legs ache the longer she stands and her chest still hurts but it doesn’t take all of her energy to move like it did the day before. You follow her timidly, the door clicking shut behind you.

The sparse amount of moonlight let in by the tiny window obscures your face from Natalie but she can see you holding something out to her.

“I thought you might be cold,” you whisper, it’s a blanket, the one you had brought with you from home, “Since the door was closed and there’s no fire pit in here.”

Your sincerity was startling. Natalie’s chest clenched and another round of tears threatened to spill past her eyes. She was never one to cry and never this often but she hated how small she felt. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you.”

Daring to step closer, you press your blanket against Natalie’s chest, silently willing her to take it from you. She stands numb before you, her hands hung limply by her sides, “Won’t you be cold?” Her voice comes out louder than she intends for it to and she cringes at the sound.

You wordlessly shrug your shoulders. The clothing you packed wasn’t made for the Canadian winter but for the Seattle spring. The thin leggings you wore beneath your soccer shorts weren’t enough to stave off the chill, neither were the leg warmers you made out of Jackie’s shirt. You’d get sick if you went to sleep with nothing but the others body heat and hearth to keep you warm.

“I’ll be fine, I have others,” you say as you go to grab one of her hands.

Your touch burns but it’s not unpleasant. It’s the sort of simmering heat she wishes she felt when Travis took her hand in his earlier than night but, Natalie would chalk it up to being too buzzed on adrenaline to feel anything other than her heart rattling her rib cage. She expects you to shove the blanket into her outstretched fingers and scurry back to bed. You don’t leave, instead, you thread your fingers into hers. The gesture is tender, ten months ago she might have scoffed and asked if you were starting to get soft on her. Now Natalie just stared haplessly at you, torn between running away and tugging you closer. 

It’d be nice to be held, sleep wasn’t coming to her. None of this felt real, her new position or their fealty towards her. Would she not be cast aside just as Lottie had should one of the others rise up as she had? When rations ran out like they always did they’d hunt again, she could just as easily become the prey once more. Her heart raced erratically at the thought but she couldn’t seek the comfort she craved from Travis, not when it was her fault that Javi was flayed to be feasted upon.

“Nat?”

Natalie blinks blankly, her focus snapping back to you, “Sorry,” she quickly muttered, grabbing the spare blanket from your hands, “Uhm, thanks for this.”

“Are you okay, Nat?”

It is a stupid question and you know it. You were not so far removed from societal convention to be deluded that placing a crown atop Natalie’s head soothed the pain that made a home in the soft spaces between her bones. No one had asked her how she felt, if she was unharmed, they were too ravenous to think of anything other than the desperate gnawing that twisted their stomachs inside out. She couldn’t blame them, the prospect of flesh ground beneath her molars had Natalie salivating.

Shrugging her shoulders, Natalie turned to her bed. It was rather small and lumpy, one of the springs poked through the surface of the mattress but it was big enough that the two of you could lay down together comfortably.

“I’m fine,” she croaks, brushing a few strands of her brittle hair away from her face, “But, do you think you could lay down with me? It’s too quiet in here, I can’t sleep.”

This was not a moment of weakness, Natalie never needed anyone before and she never would. It was simply a test, one to see just how devout Lottie’s acolytes would be to their new queen. That was how Natalie rationalized the unwanted tug of loneliness that pulled her toward you.

You appeared surprised, but you quickly masked your shock with a quick nod of your head, “Of course I can,” you smiled warmly at her like this was some sort of sleepover and not a death sentence, “Honestly I never understood how Tai and Shauna could sleep in the attic, being alone like that is … unnerving.”

Swinging her arm toward the bed, Natalie wordlessly gestures for you to slide between the sheets before she can change her mind and cast you from her space. You lay on your side with your back pressed against the wall. It’s an oddly familiar scene one that made her belly churn. If Natalie closed her eyes she could pretend that the two of you were sharing a bed at an overnight game like you had a dozen times before. 

Your arm loops loosely over her stomach when she sinks into the mattress beside you, the willowy curve of her hips fits snuggly into your pelvis. She can feel your chest softly rise and fall and soon her own falls in time with it. The intimacy of it all makes her skin itch 

“Travis doesn’t deserve you,” the words are whispered just as Natalie’s eyes had grown heavy with sleep, the syllables are formed against the curve of her ear. “He never has.”

Your confession is filled with irony and is beyond laughable. He had been the one to blindside the group in the hopes of giving Natalie a chance to survive while you had held the knife. First to Travis’ throat and then to hers as you joined the others in the hunt across the glacial hellscape that was the Wilderness. If there was undeserving of having her in their presence, it was you, so deceiving in your docile demeanour and soft-spoken words, ever so eager to appease whomever was in charge to cover your hide in times of stress with false loyalties.

Natalie remains silent, pretending to be lost in the throes of slumber as you continue on, “If was unfair of him to grow so angry with you for trying to spear his feelings after Javi disappeared,” you grumbled, “There is no way he should have survived for so long out there in the cold, all on his own.”

Bile lined the length of her throat, her stomach churning. 

“You were only trying to help and what does he do? Turn to Lottie … I even heard him saying her name in his sleep.”

A spattering of goosebumps rises on Natalie’s skin when you nuzzle the frigid tip of your nose into her neck, your arms tightening around her middle.

Misplaced blame continued to fracture and splinter any semblance of trust that bound the group to one another. Natalie should not have felt the hot, shameful burn of envy ripple through her at her words, Travis was grieving as he continued to lose piece after piece of his soul but she did. Jealously stewed in her gut and bled out her pores.

She and Travis were tied together by the shared pain of lousy fathers. useless mothers, and circumstance. What was stopping him from moving on to Lottie, she played no part in his brother's death. He’d done it once before at doomcoming with Jackie when sex with bullies over a lifetime ago was the biggest betrayal he’d ever experienced.

“You might be right,” Natalie said with a morose laugh, “But, there aren’t many options in the middle of fucking nowhere.”

 It felt good to speak of him as if he were only a warm body that kept her well satisfied in the dark of night, a quick dig to hit him where it hurt while he was sound asleep in the other room, defenceless. Turning to lay on the flat of her back, Natalie squinted to read the pensive expression you wore.

“There are far more than you think.”

“Who, you?” She joked, nervously swallowing.

You looked as serious as you did when you were studying for the SATs, biting the team's head off every time they tried to get you to take a break. Granted, Taissa was annoyed you were distracted during games and Jackie was trying to keep the peace but still, Natalie had never seen you more serious until now.

Natalie forced out a laugh as if that would diffuse the growing tension that turned the air sticky. Your gaze remained trained on her visage, your lips pressed into a thin line, “Why not,” you whisper, your tongue darting out to wet your lips, “I could treat you better than Travis could.”

Her mouth grows dry, and too many buried feelings threaten to unearth themselves at the prospect of entertaining what you are suggesting. Back home, there were rumours like in any high school that surrounded the girl's soccer team. It’s why Jackie kept getting back together with Jeff even after she swore she was finished with him. Natalie tried to suppress it, she didn’t need to give the Wiskayok high any further ammunition to torment her with but it lingered there like a dark-figured to taunt her during sleepovers with the team or when they got drunk and decided to play kissing games because it meant nothing.

Natalie never partook. She flipped them off and staggered off for a smoke in the hopes of quelling the strange feeling that compressed her chest. You always looked a bit disappointed when she refused to have “fun” with the group.

“Yeah, right,” Natalie said, her voice strained, “Your longest relationship was back in middle school and you guys lasted a week.”

“You’re being mean,” you whisper with a pout.

Natalie always knew where to hit you where it hurt most.

“And you’re being stupid.”

She tried not to look at your lips, they were inviting. Though you hadn’t said anything else, she could feel some telepathic pull toward you. She could do it, kiss you that is. They were going to die out there, any lingering tendrils of hope had long since been extinguished. There was no reason why Natalie couldn’t kiss you just this once to satiate her curiosity before you both eventually met your demise.

However, it would not have been as lovely as it would have been if Natalie let you kiss her last winter at Lottie’s eighteenth birthday party. You had been hanging off her side most of the evening after pounding back one too many shots with the birthday girl. Natalie didn’t mind babysitting you, she hadn’t been in the mood to party that night and you could at least hold your liquor well enough that she wouldn’t have to hold your hair back with you spewed chunks all over the Matthews' pristine rose printed carpet like Akilah did at the last rager. 

You asked Natalie to kiss you on the back porch between puffs of the cigarette you bummed off her. She might have done it too had Laura Lee not ushered the two of you back inside, rattling on and on about how you were bound to get sick before the next game if you didn’t warm up. Natalie thought about that night a lot before burying it away lest she become haunted by it. You smelt of strawberries like you always did and she wondered if you’d taste like them too.

“What’s so stupid about having feelings for another person?” You asked as if you weren’t encroaching into dangerous territory, like Travis was nothing but a distant memory, “Or wanting to act on them so we can die with no regrets.”

There was something refreshing in knowing Natalie wasn’t alone in her line of thinking but that must have been why the two of you bonded all the way back in freshmen year.

“We’re gonna die out here and I’ve made my peace with that but I don’t want to die a virgin like some loser when I know you don’t love Travis.”

The conviction in your voice makes Natalie shrink beneath the blankets. Maybe she didn’t love Travis and maybe she had never known what love truly felt like but that didn’t mean anything. High school sweethearts were destined to crash and burn like their plane had. Natalie could only imagine what would transpire between her and Travis the longer they wrapped their veins together– nothing good, nothing good ever blossomed where Natalie was concerned.

Placing your hand on Natalie’s cheek, you turned her face toward yours, “So don’t settle because you’re afraid,” you whispered as you leaned closer, “There’s nothing out here to stop us from indulging in everything we couldn’t have out there.”

The Wilderness chose Natalie, it chose her as the next leader and now it presented you, ripe on a silver platter with skin so juicy you’d burst if she took a bite. It’d but rude to deny it now, wouldn’t it?

Your touch was gentle and surprisingly warm. It felt far better than anything she had previously experienced. Natalie felt herself being drawn closer to you, her lips just barely grazing against yours. Her breath fans across your mouth for a short second before she captures your lips in a kiss. It wasn’t anything spectacular or radically different from all the other times she had kissed someone but Natalie didn’t feel this odd twinge of shame after it was over like she usually did.

Her hazel eyes studied you for a moment afterward, trailing over the rounded curve your mouth sat in and the crinkle that grew between your furrowed brows. She wondered if it was disappointing, the kiss you’d spent a year waiting for. But, she wasn’t able to ruminate for too long before you were rolling on top of Natalie and cupping her face between your frost-bitten hands. The chapped, crackled skin of her lips splintered open when you nipped at her bottom lip. The heady, metallic taste of blood dabbled upon your tongue stirred a pleasured moan that travelled up your throat to spill against Natalie’s mouth. Natalie burned with mortification as she swallowed up the wanton sounds that leaked from your lips. When you licked your tongue into her mouth, she could taste it too and she liked it. 

It satiated the relentless hunger that gnawed at her insides most days. Regrettably, she still felt it even after their feast hours earlier but the longer you pushed the taste of her ichor around with fevered kisses the less starved she was. Natalie knotted her hands into your hair, further tangling the dulled and dried strands as she fervently chased that pleasantly full feeling she’d never felt before. Her thighs slipped open to allow your hips to slot between them.

“I’m so fucking hungry,” you rasped into her mouth, your nose pressing against her jugular, “You’ll let me eat you, won’t you?”

The innuendo isn’t lost on Natalie and tomorrow she might have laughed, once the head-splitting need for flesh subsided. Your canines sunk into the thin skin of her throat, a dangerous gesture that sent a rush of adrenaline through her. Natalie let out a raspy moan, roughly tugging on your hair as you laved your tongue over the hot, pulsing teeth mark you left. 

Shaking her head at your suggestion, Natalie muttered a quick, “No.”

Your disappointed whine was stifled by her bringing your mouth up to hers. There was something else that rattled around Natalie’s mind, the image had been seared into her head for months before she was able to banish it from the forefront. She’d seen it once whilst coming down from her high with Kevyn. One of his friends queued up some cheesy porno from the ‘80s that was just so outrageous he had to show everyone so they could all point and laugh. Natalie didn’t, she left after twenty minutes when her limbs had begun to work once more, the image of two women’s limbs tangled together replaying over and over again as she walked all the way across town to the trailer park where she lived.

Neither of you should have been stripping down but Natalie tugs off your pants to placate your impatience, intent on replicating that scene. The frigid winter air that seeps into the cabin nips at your bare skin and you shiver in her embrace. Natalie strips you until you’re left in your frayed panties and thin, long-sleeved sleep shirt. You tear her clothing off in return, carelessly throwing them aside as if body heat was enough to fend off the eternal frost the forest had been plunged into.

“Take them off,” Natalie gruffly instructs, nodding her head at you,  “And  then come here, I wanna try something.”

You take her instructions well and she bitterly wishes it hadn’t taken you so long to trust her instead of drinking Lottie’s Kool-aid. The mattress dips under your weight as you kneel, the palm of your hand laying flat against your navel, just itching to inch lower. Natalie’s eyes travel past your belly button to the thatch of curls that sits just below your pelvis. Biting her lip, she swallows thickly. 

Her stomach roars with hunger. 

Slowly dragging her underwear down her legs, Natalie rests against the headboard, her legs spread. Your eyes widen at the sight of her bare pussy, her lips slick with arousal. Looping her hands around your waist, she tugs you to straddle her lap. The position was a bit uncomfortable at first, the lingering burn and fatigue from sprinting for the first time in months making your legs heavy like lead.

A full-body shudder wracked through you as Natalie’s warm, wet cunt pressed against yours, “Like this?” You moan, experimentally rolling your hips, “This feel good?”

You asked her in earnest, peering down at her wide eyes like a puppy waiting for its owner to praise them. Mari often looked to Lottie like that, it was oddly thrilling to see it directed at her. 

“Yeah, just like that,” Natalie groaned, your name ground beneath her teeth like a slab of meat, “You could even…”

Natalie’s fingers tremble when she reaches between your bodies to spread your lips apart to expose your throbbing clit. The swampy pit of heat that swirls in her gut seeps through her body, your expression is utterly debauched and dripping with lust. She moans before you do, revelling in the obscene, squelchy sound of your cunt sliding against hers. Your pebbled nipples poke painfully through your shirt and press flush to Natalie’s as you bury your face into her shoulder. 

Cursing under your breath, you keen into her skin, “You can touch me more,” you pant between laboured breaths, it's laughable how easily years of condition eroded within a measly few months, “I need you to, Nat, please.”

She obliges you with teeth and tongue mashed along the column of your throat, sucking a matching bruise into your skin. You taste of salt and soot and something earthy like pine. The layer of grime that clings to your skin shouldn’t have been as intoxicating as it was but Natalie found herself feasting on the taste of you, raw and unmasked from soaps and perfumes, she suckles down until she feels the throbbing pulse of blood that fills your carotid artery. 

That pleasant, warm feeling Natalie could only ever achieve on her own crept up on her. Its unbidden presence filled her with disappointment, it’d all end too soon but she couldn’t stop the wave of pleasure that washed over her. The sharp edge and press of your nails into the skin of her biceps only fuel the tumbling cascade of her orgasm as you desperately rut your cunt against hers, both of your clits bumping into each other. 

Natalie’s teeth pierce the skin of your shoulder as she cums, the taste of your blood filling her senses. She grows drunk on it, mindlessly rolling her hips into your pliant body until you cry out her name, the syllables broken by yowl-like moans. Your bodies, sticky with sweat and arousal meld into one another when the familiarity of exhaustion whips through you, the kind that leaves you lying listlessly on the cabin floor for hours on end until Mari boils water and pine needles and serves it up. 

Wordlessly nuzzling your face against hers, you plant a gentle peck against Natalie's hallowed cheekbone, “Natalie I-” whatever sappy sentiment that dripped off your tongue was smothered by a more pressing question, “Do you smell smoke?”

Beneath the thick layer of sex that hung in the air was the scent of burning embers. It was far heavier than the curling puff of smoke that typically permeated the stagnant cabin air. Natalie wanted nothing more than the turn over and curl up with you, to soak in the fleeting tendrils of reverie that girls like her were never affording but something itched at the back of her mind.

It was hot, suffocatingly so even with the ever-burning hearth.

The best way to kill a yellowjacket was to scorch its home, Natalie should have known it was too good to be true. The Wilderness was revoking its blessings, smoking out the vicious wasp nest that fed on its milk and honey for far too long without thanks. 

Shauna’s panicked voice carried down from the attic and feet shuffled as they awoke from their full-bellied slumbered but neither of you moved. You lay half naked and needled with shock, peering at one another in the darkness when the reminder of your situation becomes glaringly obvious.

The cushy daydream of indulging your appetites where nothing but just that, a daydream. You had to run now because it was better to be starved and alive than nothing more ashes blowing in the wind.

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LOTTIE MATTHEWS – NSFW ALPHABET

Summary: Lottie Matthews' NSFW alphabet.

Pairing: Adult!Lottie Matthews x Fem!Reader

Warnings:: NSFW. Mentions of kinks. Smut(ish) No mentions of the crash. Implied fem reader (she/her pronouns used). G!P reader. MDNI.

Author's note: Just a little something to get my writing going, let me know what you think!

MASTERLIST!

AFTERCARE.

Lottie is extremely affectionate after sex. She likes when you hold her tight and caress her hair, it makes her feel like a silly teenager again. She'll definitely take care of you if you're feeling tired as well, always making sure you're okay before going to sleep.

BODYPART.

She loves your abs. Right after your face, your abs are definitely a body part that she loves to kiss and touch all the time. And your hands, too. In her own words, they make wonders.

CUM.

Lottie absolutely loves when you cum inside her. She is the happiest when you fill her up with your juices, it makes her feel so dirty and naughty, which is a side of her that she never shows due to the fact she's running a wellness center, and she needs to be on her best behavior 24/7. Also, she's grown to love the feeling of getting cum on her face and mouth. And she makes sure to swallow every last drop.

DIRTY SECRET.

You're the first person that she has ever told this, but the thought of you fucking her in one of the center's common areas, with the imminent risk of getting caught by one of the fellow members and staff, really gets her going. She knows that the risk is far too big, but as of this moment she's content in having that thought only in her mind.

And also threesomes because she would love seeing you fuck another girl to show her how much you're learning.

EXPERIENCE.

She had a couple of sexual encounters here and there, but you're definitely the first person that she's exploring all of her fantasies with. She trusts you enough to let you in, physically and emotionally speaking.

FAVORITE POSITION.

Lottie has a whole list of positions she enjoys. Most of the times, she prefers to be in charge, even if she's the one receiving. In those situations, she enjoys riding you. But she recently started to enjoy getting fucked on all fours, as well. Missionary is a must; being able to touch you and look straight into your eyes while you're pounding her really gets her going.

GOOFY.

She tries her best to mantain her posture in sex. Lottie knows that being older really arouses you, so she prefers to take advantage in that by being serious, demanding and controlling most of the times. But there are situations that the both of you just want to enjoy some carefree sex to relax your minds for a bit.

HAIR.

She never really fully shaves, but she prefers to keep it trimmed. A simple strip of thin hair is more than enough for her. And in terms of your hair, she doesn't really care if you shave completely or not.

INTIMACY.

Like mentioned earlier, Lottie is a dom. She's a bottom most of the times, but she's the most powerful bottom you'd ever seen. Most of the times she likes to boss you around, telling you what she wants you to do with her.

"Be a good girl for Mommy, baby. You know you're the only one who can make me feel good, right?" She said while holding your hardened cock by the base, while both of you were in the missionary position, your cock almost penetrating her dripping cunt. "Look at how hard you are, baby. Is that all for me, huh?" She asked, but you were too turned on to answer. "Oh, my love... You're seem so out of your head today." She said while masturbating you slowly, your pre-cum leaking through the head of your dick, and she made sure to rub her thumb right on top of your sensitive tip. "Seems like Mommy here needs to show you how she likes to be fucked, hm?"

Also, there are times where Lottie just wants to feel like a bad girl who needs to be punished. Sometimes she just wanna let loose and she what her little girl is capable off. Which is why there are times where she purposefully wants to make you jealous enough so you get to fuck her life out of her.

"Fuck, baby... I didn't knew you were getting that good." She says, out of breath, right after you came violently inside her swollen pussy. "Guess Mommy taught you well, hm?"

JACK OFF.

You worked at the wellness center with Lottie, and obviously dating the head of the compound had its perks. One of them is being able to ask Lottie to assign you any job you'd like, and that's exactly what she did when you asked her if you could take care of the compound's horses. You were so passionate about animals and being able to work with them made you the happiest ever. But, oh boy, she should've thought this through before assigning you to that, because it made you busy with the horses almost 24/7. So, let's just say that there are weeks where Lottie masturbates more than she would like to.

KINKS.

Lottie definitely prefers to be in charge, in like, 80% of the times. She doesn't really care if she's the one fucking or getting fucked, but ever since she started the compound, she realised how much she enjoyed being the one with the power on her hands. She likes to tie you up, to blindfold you, and she most certainly has a wax kink. Cockwarming is something that you guys are trying recently, as well. She obviously has a huge Mommy kink, and the thought of you being an innocent person which had to be teached about everything involving sex arouses her more than she likes to admit.

But when she's subbing, though, she has a completely different kink list. She likes to feel like a whore, hands down a complete bitch who's only purpose in life is to be your cum dump. She absolutely adores when you pull her hair, slap her face and calls her a slut; to her, it's like she's teaching you how to fuck when she's topping, and when you're topping you're showing her everything that you've learned. She loves to be your teacher.

LOCATION.

Even though Lottie wanted to have sex at some risky locations, she knows that the risk of getting caught is too big, no matter how much she wants it. However, there were a few times where you fucked her in her car, in the compound's parking lot at night. Not very risky, but it was the best you could do.

MOTIVATION.

She has a weak spot for your body, in general. If you show her the tiniest bit of your skin, it already gets her going. The times where you have to boss a few people around in the stable also turns her on. And when you call her Charlotte, of course.

NO.

It goes without saying that Lottie wouldn't do anything that you don't feel comfortable doing. She wouldn't ever cross your boundaries and she knows you would never cross hers. If we're talking about kinks, Lottie isn't really a fan of pet play and I also don't see her trying.

ORAL.

Lottie is a sucker for oral (no pun intended). One of the things she loves the most is to have your cock in her throat. To Lottie, that's not even foreplay. She likes to think that she's the best head you'd ever gotten (she's not wrong). She's the kind of woman to give you the whole job; she deepthroats you, massage your balls, swallows your cum or licks it off right off of your stomach. She loves it when you put her hair up in a ponytail and fuck her face, as she was lucky enough to have absolutely zero gag reflex.

Recieving is also a must for her. Like the great teacher she is, Lottie is the kind of woman to guide you when you're giving her head, telling you where she likes your tongue and what she likes the most.

"Fuck, baby, right there... Look at Mommy while you're sucking her, alright? Let me look at your pretty eyes." The older one said, while holding your chin slightly as if she were to guide you. "You see how you're dripping? You see how wet you make me, baby? You're so, so good..."

PACE.

Like mentioned before, Lottie prefers to be more gentle yet demanding when she's topping. She likes to take her time with you, guide you slowly. There aren't a lot of occasions where she's a rough top. However when she's subbing, she wants you to get as rough as you can get. (Which you do, considering that most of the times when you top, is because she purposefully made you jealous). So, it really depends.

QUICKIE.

Only when she's anxious or stressed. When she has an important meeting or something that triggers her anxiety, she asks you to fuck her a couple of minutes before her appointment to calm her nerves. Other than that, she's not a huge fan.

RISK.

Lottie is down to try pretty much anything with you, as long as is something both of you are down to try. There are only a few things that she's not really comfortable trying, but they're not many.

STAMINA.

Lottie works out, has a healthy diet and occupies her mind with yoga and meditation. So naturally, she is unstoppable when it comes to stamina. Usually she cums, at least, three to four times when you have sex, and she tries her best to make you cum the same amount. Considering you guys fuck almost every night, of course. There was one occasion where she managed to have eight orgasms and tried to make you have eight as well, but you only got to five.

TOYS.

She has an considerable toy collection. It's not too much but she's happy with that amount. Lottie has a couple of vibrators to herself, one or two butt plugs that she really wanted to use it on you, if you allow her, some ropes, handcuffs and blindfolds.

UNFAIR.

Lottie only teases when she wants something. If she wants you to fuck her brains out, she'll tease and make you worked up enough until you burst and fuck her like the whore she wants to be.

VOLUME.

She's a screamer. Thank god her cabin is a little distant from the other ones, it allows her to be as loud as she wants, especially when you're rough. When you're having soft sex, however, she's not very loud. And she doesn't really mind if you're loud or not.

WILD CARD.

Lottie loves when you masturbate in front of her. The first times you didn't even knew she was there; she liked to watch you by her own. That happened a lot until you caught her, of course.

"How long you've been watching me...?" You said, your face blushing from embarrassment while you tried, unsuccessfully, to hide your hardened dick with both of your hands. Lottie felt her cunt throb just by looking at you; your guilty eyes, the sweat slightly dripping from your body. "Long enough, baby. I don't wanna be rude and interrupt you, my love. Continue."

And now it's something you do regularly, the shame you used to feel is now vanished. Lottie loves to see you in your most intimate moment, and even though she has the permission to ask you to touch yourself for her, she still watches you in secret when you're alone.

X-RAY.

Like mentioned earlier, Lottie works out. Her body is slightly tanned and ripped, she has some muscles on her abs but nothing too big.

YEARNING.

She's not the kind of person who wants to fuck 24/7, until she met you. And even though she finds you crazy hot, it's something she's trying to control. It's not her fault you make her go insane by just doing nothing.

ZZZ.

Depends on the occasion, but mostly she falls asleep after sex after 20/30 minutes. She likes to take proper care of you first, and she knows you like doing that too, so sleeping right after sex is not something that happens between you two.

[reveluving]

make it double (headcanons i) ; phillip graves x reader x jeff sadecki

warnings: s~mut (minors DNI!), mentions of injuries, past bullies have NOTHING on the three of you, overall, loads of fluff!

a/n: main fic is still in the works, and just so you know, I've made quite satisfying progress! I love them too much, so have some headcanons as a little gift from me to you! I recommend reading this before continuing, they take place anytime after the main fic! & pls don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

» interested in more of the series? find it here & here!

smut includes: mm4f relationship (no incest), phil & jeff are soft (+ occasionally mean) doms, mentions of phone s~ex, dirty talk,praise kink, unprotected s~ex (p in v), dp; blindfold, cunnilingus, nipple play, spitting & licking, risqué polaroids, aftercare—the whole shebang!

You or Phil refusing to return to Wiskayok without the other. If you have to stay back a day or two to finish your work, Phil is staying too, and vice versa. No question. You'll help each other out, even if only the two of you remain in the office. His office is a dream; overlooking the city at night as you'd chat and banter and make out. 

Jeff never forgets to order your favourite milkshake at the town’s diner, whether for takeout or if you're coming over a little later. He doesn't even ask, he just gets it for you. 

You and Phil helping out or hanging out with Jeff at his store every once in a while. Jeff doesn't let it happen often, because the business can get pretty slow and he doesn't want to bore you. But when you do stop by, the day passes faster and if it really is just the three of you, you take the opportunity to be freaky in the storeroom.

Phil taking your hands in his and feeling them whenever he's sitting next to you. If they feel particularly dry/rough, he'll instinctively take the travel pack of moisturizer out of your pocket, warm the cream between his palms before rubbing it onto your hands.

Cooking nights! On days when it's Jeff's turn to work the kitchen, you tag along. He trusts you with most of the duties, but nothing more than cutting and preparing the ingredients when it comes to Phil. You don't mind it though, it still gives you all the chances to ogle at their arms whenever they roll up their sleeves. 

Phil can cook to some degree, though he’s not as versatile as his brother. And as siblings, they’d argue over the smallest things, though they’re never serious… most of the time. You, on the other hand, find it hilarious, seeing Phil trying to defend himself (“they’re good ‘nough!”) while he goes back and forth with his brother over the pettiest things like poorly chopped veggies (“are you kidding me?!”)

But we can’t not acknowledge Phil’s barbecue skills! From the well-seasoned proteins to the heartiest sides, rest assured, your plates of smokey goodness are in good hands, regardless of your diet!

+ Each time they walk past you from behind, expect them to steal a few kisses; on your lips, shoulder, the nape of your neck, or cheek!

Grocery shopping! Mama knows all of you don't need to go, but she prefers not to separate any of you. Imagine if you're having a hard time picking between two cereals, so you ask the brothers’ opinions. Despite the one-year age gap, they have and use their ‘twin’ telepathy to simultaneously agree on the one they know you'd respond more positively to.

If you know/picked up a new language, please know that the brothers will take advantage of it. Immensely. Phil has already asked you to translate certain words out of the blue, or even documents! He says it’s ‘for work’ but really, he just wants his ears to be blessed by your voice. Say a few sentences and ask him if he’s taking notes or jotting them down instead of listening to you like an audiobook.

Similarly, Jeff buys you novels of the language in question and listens to you just like an audiobook, but in his humble opinion, better. Fret not, he makes sure to read the reviews of the books before buying, so you enjoy reading them just as much as he and his brother do listening to you.

If you return from your latest mission with an injury, then Phil dresses your wounds while Jeff buys you the necessary antibiotics/medicine.

+ Mama makes your favourites and will not listen to your protests. Be careful though; if she finds you doing any heavy-duty activities, be prepared to receive the Southern scolding of a lifetime.

Because Jeff likes to shave off his facial hair completely, whereas Phil prefers to keep his stubble, you have different routines for the two! While they usually take place on different days, if they happen to clash, they play this little game over who gets your attention more. A little peck on your shoulder, and you're turning around to shoot Phil a playful glare. Or a quick touch of the small of your back, and you're playfully swatting Jeff’s hand so his brother wouldn't leave with a bald patch.

They adore each and every pleasurable reaction you display. Still, one of their absolute favourites is when you try to hide yourself by turning your head to the side as one brother eats you out, circling their tongue on your clit. Encouraging you to suffocate them with their hands gripping your legs. 

In contrast, the other holds you from behind, licking a stripe between your neck and shoulder, either, growling, making fun of your little moans, or whispering the nastiest words known to man into your ear. Unless you use your safeword, don't even think about running away from their arms.

Putting a blindfold on you and making you guess which brother is sucking on your neck, running their hands down your stomach or even kissing up your leg. Each time you get it wrong, they either tug at your tits, bite down on your neck just a tad harder or slap your inner thigh. Anywhere but your pussy.

Risqué polaroids; a classic mention in my works! Phil already has a few, his favourite is the photo of you sitting on his office chair in nothing more than a lacey lingerie, your face partially covered with your hands and one of Phil’s Rolex watches loosely clasped around your wrist. Because Phil had requested you in such, it was only fair to allow Jeff to decide as well. 

So, after weeks of thinking, he opted for you draped in one of his dress shirts, posing with your face half-hidden in a pillow. Like his brother, the sacred polaroid is hidden in the deepest slots of his wallet.

Phil has shown him the other polaroids, too; the kinds that would give their Mama a heart attack if she ever got hold of it. Since then, taking pictures of you has become a thing whenever you fool around behind closed doors.

Jeff sending you videos of him playing with his cock whenever you're out of town the same way Phil does if your deployment requires your team and his to split up. Jeff’s videos usually begin where he’s mid-pumping, head tilting back on the bed while Phil’s is moving his hands up and down ever so slowly as he slurs out your name, looking directly into the camera with an intense stare as beads of cum leak out little by little.

+ Bonus if you spot a polaroid of you in the video/call!

Aftercare with the two is a dream; soft kisses around your body, sweet reassurances and praises in your ear, and more. When one tends to you, the other fetches the necessary, be it damp towels, a refreshing cup of water, or even pillows and blankets. 

Even if one has an emergency to attend to, the other will stay and keep you company—God forbid if both sides of you grow cold. Nothing is more valuable than seeing you extra comfortable, even in your most vulnerable state. 

Becoming the talk of the town after a few of Mama’s friends shared the time they visited her house and saw photos of the three of you recently framed and decorating the wall/coffee table. Some find it cute, already considering you high school sweethearts despite no explicit confirmations of your relationship. Some despise it, but nobody dares to voice it out unless they want Phil to catch word of it.

Absolutely surprising the familiar faces around town when they actually see you, be it your friends like Crystal, who squealed and pulled you into a hug when you bumped into her, or foes like anyone who pestered and looked down upon you for somehow being close friends with the brothers at the time. 

Funnily enough, the boys enjoy the latter just a little more compared to the former since it gives them the chance to show you off. Rub your strength and successes in their face without even doing much other than treating you the way you deserve.

+ Imagine one of those ‘POV you’re at the airport, passing by international students’ videos but the three of you are the ‘snazzy’ (or read: doing something better with your lives) students and the bullies just stand there tearing up in shame BYEEE

˚ · . f i n . · ˚

a/n: i love these three + mama so MUCH????? FAWK ;; gorgeous rose divider by @firefly-graphics ♡

MiD taglist ♡ : @unicorngirly1 @teddy2510 @ashableketchup

[shaunamilfman]

your name has echoed through my mind

Summary: "You find a camera full of pictures of you from every angle, clearly taken by a stalker left in your backpack. Your left in shock as you consider who possibly could have done this. Certainly it couldn't be Lottie Matthews who has the exact same backpack as you."

nsfw warning

A/N: stalker lottie takes photos of you idk how much clearer i could be lmao. gotta be honest i wrote the plot around the smut sooooo.

You'd noticed before that you and Lottie had the same backpack. It was never something you'd paid all that much attention to, beyond wondering why Lottie Matthews would carry a nondescript black Jansport, but you'd noticed it in passing. Needless to say, it wasn't all that surprising when people mixed up your bags; The two of you would share a smile and just laugh it off. 

That was until Misty had doubled back to the locker room during practice and noticed Lottie's camera had fallen out of her bag in her rush to get to the field. Misty, as helpful as ever, slipped it back into Lottie's bag and zipped it up on her way out. That would have been the end of the story, had that been Lottie's bag. 

You were in a rush to leave practice– having barely enough time to make the dentist appointment that your mom had ever so helpfully scheduled 20 minutes after practice on the other side of town– and didn't end up checking the contents of your bag until much later. 

You stared curiously at the camera as you pulled it out of your bag, never having seen it before. It looked expensive, you knew that much, and well cared for. You wanted to return the well-loved camera to its owner so you spent some time fiddling around with it until you found the saved pictures hoping to find a hint as to who it belonged to. You found some beautiful pictures, it was clear whoever this belonged to was an extremely talented photographer, but you didn't pay much attention to that. 

No, your attention was drawn to something very different indeed. You stare in shock at hundreds upon hundreds of pictures of yourself in various locations, and states of undress. You send a horrified look at your window, storming over to close the blinds immediately: that seemed to be a favorite location of your stalker. 

Who the fuck owned this camera? 

…

You were noticeably paranoid for a few days following your discovery. You’d carefully watch anyone whom you passed in the halls, looking for any hint of your mysterious stalker. Certainly, they’d have to notice that their camera was missing by now, right? You hadn’t seen anyone looking at you suspiciously, or staring for just a moment too long before they looked away. You’d believed that your stalker would end up exposing themselves in a moment of panic looking around for their camera, but whoever it is was careful not to react in front of you at the very least. The only truly suspicious thing you saw was the amount of yearning stares Shauna and Jackie exchanged when the other wasn’t looking, but that was par for the course. 

You even went as far as to stop by the school's art show, intending to find out who had any talent for photography at the very least. You had almost given up hope when you saw it: a blown-up version of a picture you knew was taken by your stalker. It was a beautiful shot, admittedly, and you’d spent a lot of time looking at it. It was nothing truly scandalous, just a shot of nature, but there was just something about it that made it utterly captivating. You couldn’t take your eyes off of it, causing irritated members of the crowd to grumble as they moved around you. There was so much more detail in this blown-up version, you could almost hear the ripples in the water and the way the wind blew the leaves off the trees. You were so captivated that when someone placed a hand on your shoulder you nearly swung at them. You clear your throat awkwardly, sending Lottie an apologetic look as you turn to face her.

“Hi,” Lottie says shyly, rocking slightly on the balls of her feet. You smile genuinely, always happy to see Lottie outside of practice.

“Hey, Yourself.” You greet fondly. You gesture vaguely around the room. “I didn’t know this was your type of thing.”

Lottie shrugs as she takes a quick look around the room, turning back to face you. “Kinda has to be,” She admits with a touch of amusement. “I’m a photographer. That’s my photo you’re looking at.”

Your eyes widen as you visibly fight off the anger. Lottie fucking Matthews was your stalker? Your teammate Lottie Matthews? Your blood was practically boiling at this point, but you fake a shocked look as you look back and forth between her and the photo.

“You’re really talented.” You admit honestly, choking back your rage. Lottie blushes as she looks over at her photo, fiddling with the hem of her shirt. She seems to be incredibly pleased at the compliment but doesn’t quite know how to react to it. She must have gotten a lot of practice taking pictures of me, you think darkly. Never in a million years would you have suspected Lottie to be capable of such a thing, but you figured you could hide a lot of things behind a smile. Even one as undeniably charming as hers.

“Thanks.” She says softly, smiling widely down at you. She holds eye contact for a fraction of a second too long, seeming to realize her mistake as she glances back up around the room. “Do you want to look around with me?” She asks, looking a little unsure. You’ve already looked at every other piece here as you tried to nonchalantly work your way to the photography section, but you figured this would give you a chance to learn more about your stalker. 

You finally got to do some watching of your own, staring intently at her as you follow her around the art show. You take perverse pleasure in the way she fidgets uncomfortably under your watchful gaze. She keeps trying to sneak a peek at you when she thinks you're not looking, flushing every time as she pretends to look at something behind you. Lottie Matthews I almost feel bad for you, you think in amusement. You’ve never realized how obsessed with you she seemed to be, but it was undeniable in the way she couldn’t stand to keep her eyes off of you for any significant period of time.

You could work with this.

…

You’ve spent a significant amount of time watching Lottie at school lately. You’d feel bad about practically stalking the girl, but you figured it was fine since she never felt bad about literally stalking you. You weren’t sure if you had just grown paranoid with everything going on, but you swore you saw flashes of brown hair whip around a corner when you turned around suddenly. You never had more than a gut feeling, but you were almost positive that Lottie had resumed stalking you again. You wondered idly if it was different without her camera to photograph you with.

You’d lost a lot of your initial disgust the more you watched her. There was something intriguing about having someone like Lottie Matthews obsessed with you. You’ve been walking on cloud nine ever since; You’ve never felt less insecure in your entire life. You grew to enjoy how responsive she got to your attention, no matter how little you gave her. You smiled at her in the hallways a few times, and she’s since taken to trailing after you like a lost puppy. She paid such close attention to the smallest little comments you made– she even started bringing an extra jacket after you offhandedly mentioned you tended to forget yours. She claimed it was for her, of course, but you knew that she was desperately waiting for a chance to offer it to you.

You keep getting stuck on that thought. What does she get out of seeing you in the jacket? Is it just seeing you in her clothes, or is there something more perverse she’s looking for? You spent many a late night thinking about what she’d do with the jacket if you wore it. Still, you refused to give in to something she obviously wanted desperately. You couldn’t let her get off scot-free for stalking you, after all. Even if you’ve decided you were more into it than previously thought.

…

You're nearly jumping for joy as you slam the door of your car shut. You normally waste your Wednesday nights babysitting your cousin, but thankfully he was too sick for your aunt to leave him alone. Obviously, it wasn’t good that he was sick, but you found yourself happy enough to have the free time anyway. You eye the unfamiliar car parked across the street curiously, not expecting to have any visitors. No one was usually home at this time, your parents were out working and you were normally at your aunt's.

You're about to open the handle to your room when you suddenly become aware of the sound of something bumping against your creaky closet door. You’ve spent enough time living here to familiarize yourself with the noises of the house settling, so you knew for sure that someone was definitely in your room right now. You're filled with an intense fear, shaking terribly as you try to pull your phone out of your pocket to call the police. You pause suddenly as you hear a distinctly feminine moan coming out of your room. Your eyes narrow in anger. Lottie fucking Matthews.

You slam the door open, startling Lottie who pops up quickly out of your hamper. The first thing you notice is the look of immense guilt and fear on Lottie’s face as she stares back at you. Her big brown eyes are wide with terror with her mouth slightly open in shock. Her outfit is nice, a little too nice to be rummaging around in someone's hamper in all honesty. Leave it to Lottie to overdress for her creepy stalking activities. The last thing you notice is your underwear clenched firmly in her hand. She follows your eyes and guiltily worries her lip between her teeth as she realizes what you’ve seen.

“Give them here.” You say firmly. Lottie whimpers, actually whimpers, as she holds them out to you. You snatch them out of her hand, feigning a look of disgust as you look at her. She can’t even look you in the eyes, face going bright red as she stares down at her feet. You reach up to grab gently at her chin, jerking it up and forcing her to make eye contact with you.

“What were you going to do with these?” You ask sternly. 

Lottie sputters, actually speechless, as she tries to come up with something that couldn't possibly excuse her actions. “I think you were going to go home and touch yourself, pervert.” You say mockingly. Her face burns with the evidence of her shame, fruitlessly trying to lower her head again to avoid your forced eye contact. You drop her chin and she immediately zeroes in on a stain in your carpet as she tries to pretend she isn’t there.

“Look at me.” You say gently. Lottie slowly looks back up, looking lost and a little unsure. “Do you want them?” She eyes you wearily as if she’s wondering what kind of trick you're going to pull on her as she slowly nods. You hold them out towards her as they hang off of one finger. She raises a hand out to snatch them, but you yank them back before she can. She gives you a pathetic look as her eyes follow them even as her body can’t. You enjoyed your power over her even more knowing that she let you have it. Lottie Matthews was a big girl, and if she wanted to overpower you you weren’t sure you’d be able to stop her from taking them from you.

“I’ll give them to you, but you're going to show me what you’re going to do with them.” You offer smugly. Lottie's eyes go wide as she blushes scarlet.

“You… You want to watch me…” She trails off unsurely. You nod encouragingly for her to finish her sentence. “You want to watch me touch myself?” She asks quietly as if she can barely force the words out. 

Not quite so easy when you're the one being watched, is it? You think vindictively. You’re self-aware enough to admit to enjoying her humiliation as she looks back and forth between you and your underwear with a mix of desperation and embarrassment. She nods after a long moment, glancing around your room awkwardly. You slip your underwear into the back pocket of your jeans as you resist the urge to celebrate your victory too soon.

You step forward and lead her back to your bed, crawling up after her as she scoots up your bed. She sits unsurely in the middle as she looks up at you for guidance as you hover over her. You eye her outfit decisively for a moment before you lean forward and slowly unbutton her blouse. Her eyes are blown wide in disbelief as she intensely tracks your movement as your fingers nimbly expose her chest to the room. She whines quietly as your fingertips brush ever so slightly against her stomach as you untuck the bottom of it from her skirt, letting it fall uselessly against the bed beside her. 

You scrutinize the exposed skin closely, reveling in the way it makes her fidget uncomfortably. Your eyes inevitably get drawn up to her nipples and how they firmly poke their way through her bra. “Cold, Lottie?” You ask as just a hint of a smirk graces your lips. She pouts as you tease her, but doesn’t otherwise comment on it. She looks at you with a look of utter adoration, as if she couldn’t believe she got the chance to be teased by you. It was undeniably pathetic, and yet you found yourself growing hot at the thought regardless.

Lottie jumps slightly as your cold fingers slide down her sides, arching her back towards you as you reach behind her to unclasp her bra. You greedily take in the sight of her newly revealed breasts, barely resisting the urge to take one into your mouth. You pull her bra slowly down her arms, gently pressing your hand against her chest to push her into laying flat on the bed as you toss it off the edge.

You slide your hands up the outside of her legs slowly. Lottie’s hips jerk up against nothing as your fingers finally curl around the waistband of her panties. Lottie’s breath stutters as you slowly drag them back down her thighs, exposing her to your gaze once again. She curls her legs to help you get them off. You murmur praise at the action, carefully noting the way she worried her lip between her teeth as you did. Seems you found something else she enjoyed. You drop her panties off the side of the bed, not wanting them to get lost, as you take her in. You’ve kept the skirt on, enjoying the way she's just barely dressed as she’s spread out in front of you.

You spread Lottie’s legs as you shift up to kneel between them. You drag her down the bed slightly so that her hips rest on the bed near the front of your knees, her long legs forced to spread around your hips. She gasps at the action, eyes blown wide in arousal. “Well?” You ask expectantly. Lottie slowly moves her trembling hand to her stomach, inhaling sharply at the feeling of her own fingertips brushing against her. She presses her palm flat against her stomach, staring up at you to make sure you’re still watching, as she drags it up her torso teasingly slowly.

She moans softly as she cups her breast, squeezing none too gently as she moves her other hand up to mirror the touch. You watch the action intently, almost shocked by how rough she’s being with herself. She doesn’t immediately go for her nipples, carefully avoiding them even as she plays with the rest of her breasts, which gives you a sneaking suspicion that they must be pretty sensitive. Slowly, ever so slowly, does she finally slide her fingers up to start circling her nipples with her thumbs. She gasps at the touch as her eyes slam shut, confirming your suspicion of her sensitivity. 

You’re almost salivating as you gaze down at her. Her eyes flutter back open as she looks up at you, breathing heavily as she starts to get rougher under your constant supervision. She whines as she pinches her nipples between two fingers and tugs, back arching off the bed in response. You press your hand against her stomach, pressing her flat against the bed. She moans all the more at the pressure, almost struggling against you to avoid the pinch she’s given herself. She lets go as she reaches her limit, fingers gently circling her nipples again.

“Are you always this rough with yourself?” You ask curiously. She blushes shyly as she shakes her head, squeezing herself even rougher at the sound of your voice.

“I like to be rough when I’m imagining you touching me.” She admits breathily, head thrown back in the pillow as she enjoys her own stimulation. You gasp at the admission, not quite expecting that answer. She’s breathing so heavily she can hardly get the words out, completely overwhelmed with the entire situation.

“Am I always so rough with you?” You ask quietly, eyes fixating on how red her nipples are becoming. She shivers as she moans out a yes, chest quivering at the touch. Her rough touch is just making herself even more sensitive, seemingly becoming more and more painful the longer she goes on. Just like she imagines you’d like. You wonder how much time she spent imagining your touch, imagining what it would be like to lay under you. You hope she touched herself like this in her car as she sat outside your house all night watching you. The thought of her getting herself off like this while you were innocently sleeping inside is almost too much to bear.

“Tell me how what I'd do, Lottie.” You demand. She looks down at her hands on her breasts as she imagines they are yours. She stutters slightly as she tries to find the breath to answer.

“Fuck.” She breathes out, her heart racing against her chest. “You’d be gentle with me at first, making it so much better when you started getting rough when you realized how badly I wanted it.” She moans at the thought, getting distracted as she pinches her nipples between her fingers again. “You… Your fingers. They’re so big. So rough with me.” Her voice breaks a little as she gets lost in her imagination, her cheeks flushing at the thought.

“Tighter.” You instruct, the corners of your lips quirking up as she whines painfully at the pinch. You watch the tears prick the corners of her eyes. She’s so sensitive now that she can barely stand it, but she’s so desperate to please you. Every brush of her hands against her breasts leaves her twitching and moaning. “Such a good listener.” You praise gently. “You can let go now, Lottie.”

She sags back down against the bed, smiling weakly at the praise as she catches her breath. She gives you a questioning look when you shake your head as she starts to touch her breasts again. You reach into the back pocket of your jeans and pull out your underwear, making her eyes go wide as she watches them intently. You hold them out for her and she snatches them greedily, almost as if she couldn’t stop herself. She looks a little apologetic as she holds them, but quickly brings them up to her nose to breathe the scent of you in. Your eyes widen slightly at the action, not entirely sure of how you feel about that. Still, the effect they have on Lottie is undeniable.

Her face slackens as her entire body relaxes back against the bed. Her fingers curl in the fabric as she brings it down to her lips to lick them intently. You breathe out shakily at the signs of her obvious enjoyment. She almost seems to forget you were there for a minute as she goes to town on them, her legs trying to shut around you as she's desperate to get some friction. She whines as she finally drags her eyes away from them, eyes blown wide in arousal. “Show me. Show me what you’d do with them.” You remind her shakily, unable to take your eyes off of her.

She releases a muffled moan as she slides her hand down her stomach, bunching up her skirt around her hips so you can see her better. She inhales sharply when you place your hands on her knees, spreading herself for you as you lean closer. 

Lottie has strong thighs, the muscles clenched tight like they're begging to be touched. It takes everything you have to resist the urge to slap her hand away and do it yourself. “Can you see it?” She asks, nearly begging. “Can you see how much they've made me want you?” You give her a jerky nod, unable to tear your eyes away from her. She's so wet that it's dripping down her thighs. She's made a real mess of herself on your bed. You wonder what she tastes like, what she would feel like in your mouth. Your mouth waters as you imagine the way she'd twitch against your tongue, how she'd feel clenching around your fingers. 

“All for me, Lottie?” You murmur. She whimpers in agreement, nearly sighing in relief as her fingers finally make contact. You can hear how wet she is as she slides her palm down, thighs tensing as she grinds up against her hand as if she can't stop herself. She maintains eye contact with you as she slowly slides two fingers inside herself, whining greedily at the stretch. Her legs squeeze against you as she instinctively tries to close them, once again forcing her to remain spread open before you. 

She throws her head back with a loud moan as her hips chase her own thrusts. You can't bring yourself to even blink, not wanting to miss a second of watching her pleasure herself in front of you. She whimpers when she starts grinding up against her palm, too sensitive by far but unable to resist the urge. Her hips jump back but she powers through her own sensitivity, so desperate to show herself to you. 

She's got her other hand clutched around your underwear, periodically bringing it up to her nose as she writhes against her touch. You watch for a long while as she revels in her pleasure, her motions getting jerkier and jerkier the closer she gets. Finally, you decide to interrupt. 

“Is this what you do when you take your little pictures, perv?” You taunt, enjoying the look of shock as her eyes flew open. She looks at you guiltily, hand never stilling, as if she was caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Eager for the treat, but embarrassed at being caught red-handed. “Oh, Lottie. Did you think I didn't know?” She nods her head shamefacedly, unable to maintain eye contact with you. 

“I'm sorry,” Lottie murmurs shamefully, looking at a spot behind your head. You might believe her if it wasn't for her pleasured sighs and the way her fingers had sped up their motions as her legs started shaking against you. You knew it was turning her on to be caught like this. The humiliation only made her wetter. 

“Close your eyes, perv. I think you've seen enough.” You command gently. She whimpers at the name but obediently closes her eyes again. You watch to make sure she's going to keep her eyes closed tight as you reach for something you've kept hidden behind you. 

…

Lottie clutches her camera to her chest the entire ride home. She'd felt so lost without it and was so relieved to finally have it back, despite how surprised she was that you had given it back to her at all. She dove into her gallery the second she got home, hoping against hope that you hadn't deleted all of her pictures of you. She flushed slightly knowing she would have deserved it for how creepy she's been, but she just couldn't stop herself. 

She nearly drops the camera in her shock, whining at the sight that greeted her. She wondered when you'd managed to take those pictures of her without her noticing. How long were her eyes even closed? She wonders, taking in the view of her back arched as she ground up against her hand. Was this how you saw her? 

She grins as she puts her camera down, reaching for your underwear in her bag as the other sneaks back under the waistband of her skirt. She has a desperate hope that you'll consent to let her take more photos of you in the future, but for now, she'll have to make do with what she has. If you didn't consent… Well, there was always your window. 

[ultrone]

𓂅 fucking needy step-sister!jackie late at night

tags no pronouns, cheating, fingering, vibrator use.

it was 2 in the morning, and you tiptoed down the hallway, taking care not to wake anyone else in the house. the faint sound of snoring echoed through the walls, indicating that your parents were fast asleep. you reached jackie’s room and opened the door slowly, finding her lying on her bed, her back facing you.

as quietly as you could be, you swiftly slid under her covers, settling comfortably close to her and hugging her tightly by the waist, pulling her flush against you.

jackie jolted awake when you slipped into bed behind her, a soft gasp escaping her lips as you started to slowly kiss her jawline. her hands gripped the sheets tightly as the warmth of your body pressed against her. “i missed you so much today,” she breathed, trying to contain her excitement.

"i missed you too, jax," you whispered, pulling her impossibly closer to you as your lips started to kiss the soft skin on her neck.

she squirmed under your embrace, attempting to slide your hand between her legs. you could feel how wet she was through her shorts.

"please?" jackie whined, her hands grasping at your wrists, tugging gently. "i've been thinking about this all day..."

you sighed softly, unable to resist the desperation in her voice. slowly, you slipped your hand beneath the waistband of her shorts, feeling the heat radiating from her core. your fingers brushed gently against her damp folds, making her moan. her hips bucked wildly into your touch, seeking more pressure. with each brush of your fingers, her breath hitched, and her nails dug deeper into your arms.

"please– harder," she begged, her voice shaking. you followed her request, pressing slightly firmer against her swollen folds. the smell of her arousal consumed the small space between you both, mixing with the scent of her shampoo and perfume.

her breathing became ragged, sweat forming on her forehead. she was trembling, every inch of her begging for relief. you leaned over her, whispering into her ear, "does jeff make you feel this good?"

jackie's eyes widened, her cheeks flushing red at the mention of his name. she quickly denied it, shaking her head vehemently. "no, no, he doesn't. no one makes me feel this way except you," she whispered hoarsely, arching into your touch. "it's just always so rushed, he always wants to do it his way, never takes time for what i want or need," she admitted with a deep sigh.

your thumb brushed against her clit, eliciting a sharp whine from her. her head threw back against the pillow, and a soft cry escaped her lips. you smirked, knowing you had full control over her pleasure then.

"tell me what feels good," you insisted, your warm breath against her ear as your finger circled her sensitive spot.

"mmh… inside," she panted, grinding herself against your hand. "put your fingers inside me," she pleaded, begging for the release she desperately craved.

slowly, you inserted a finger into her wet entrance, coating it in her slickness. she groaned softly, shivering under your light thrusts. you added another finger, feeling how she stretched around them, slightly wider than before. her nails raked down your forearm, digging into your skin to keep herself grounded in reality.

"is that better, baby?" you asked, leaning down to kiss her temple.

"yes, yes, keep going," she insisted. you complied, increasing your pace to match her urgency. she rocked her hips, meeting your thrusts with her own movements. soon enough, you felt her muscles tightening around your fingers, her breath hitching as she reached her climax. her words turned into gibberish, a mix of your names and nonsensical phrases causing your heart to race.

as jackie caught her breath, you reached over to the nightstand where her vibrator was discreetly stashed inside her first cabinet. picking it up, you turned it on and handed it to her. recognition flickered in her eyes, her hand trembling as she accepted it from you.

"use it, show me how you like it," you instructed, observing as her eyes widened in anticipation. she hesitated for a moment, shooting a nervous glance in your direction.

"do it," you urged, your tone firm.

reluctantly, she positioned herself on her back as you removed the covers from her body, ensuring they didn't obstruct your view. slowly, she began teasing her entrance with the toy before smoothly sliding it inside her.

she closed her eyes, her brows furrowing as you sensually massaged her lower abdomen with your wet fingers. "fuck, you have no idea how much i needed this," she mumbled, biting her lower lip. her thighs quivered, her entire body shaking as she chased another orgasm.

with a sly smirk, you sat up and took the vibrator away from her grasp. she weakly protested, but you disregarded her pleas. turning on the vibrator, you inserted it back into her pussy, positioning it precisely where she needed it most. you watched as her eyes rolled back, her body arching involuntarily. her nails lightly scratched at the sheets as you adjusted the settings, intensifying the sensation.

"oh, god..." jackie breathed, her voice laced with surprise and pleasure. she attempted to grab your wrist, but you skillfully evaded her grasp, controlling the pace at your own discretion. with each adjustment, she edged closer to another mind-blowing orgasm, while your thumb skillfully flicked over her now swollen clit.

"don’t stop! don’t stop," she begged, her legs trembling.

"shhh, be quiet. we don’t want our parents to wake up, do we?" you whispered against her lips as you continued to tease her, orchestrating her pleasure until she became a writhing mess beneath you. her breathing quickened, each gasp punctuating the silence of the room.

"come for me," you ordered, turning it up one final notch. she cried out, her body convulsing as the orgasm washed over her once more. this time, her eyes were open, locked onto yours as she rode the waves of ecstasy.

[abbysbunny]

Vampire!Lottie hcs plz,,,,, can be nsfw sfw or wtv I just NEED VAMPIRE!LOTTIE HCS UWAAAA.....

also ty in advance:3

VAMPIRE!LOTTIE HC'S • 🦇

summery: silly vampire lott hc's !

warnings: blood sucking, a little but of smut, fluff

notes: dis is the best request ever and the only request ever thank u anon:3

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ vampire!lott who walking home from your house notices someone following her, she constantly turns around trying to see if they've left yet

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ vampire!lott who knows the intentions of the person who's following her, with all the vampires in town she just knows

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ vampire!lott who when you found out she'd been bitten just cried in ur arms, she was so scared she was gonna hurt you:(

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ vampire!lott who slowly started to distance herself from you while she turned

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ vampire!lott who randomly shows up to your door hungry asf . you run to the butchers and grab her a couple bags of pig blood but that doesn't really help

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ vampire!lott who asks you if she can drink your blood and not the "disgusting" pig blood

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ vampire!lott who tries to bite you as gently as possible, she slowly sinks her teeth into your neck, the sting hitting you immediately but you chose to ignore the pain

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ vampire!lott who carefully sucks your blood, she makes sure not to take too much but she of course gets a little carried away, not too much but enough for you to have to pull her away from you

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ vampire!lott who licks the wouldn't on your neck, that she made, she's so proud of herself

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ vampire!lott who only comes to school on rainy/clouded days, she comes like twice a month😭

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ vampire!lott who bought you those necklaces where you put each other's blood in it,

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ vampire!lott who takes you on walks in the forest on cloudy days, she can run real fast so sometimes she'll have races with you knowing she'll win

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ vampire!lott who sucks your blood while fingering you, her fingers pumping in and out of you as she sucks and licks the bite on your neck

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ vampire!lott who can smell you from afar and she lovesloves your smell:3

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ vampire!lott who still treats you the same, in fact she's more attached to you, she gets sad she can't go out on dates with you in the day time anymore but at least you can see each other at night so she takes you to restaurants for dinner !!!!!

[lacyscabinet]

[gl1tter-claire]

𝓑ut i am cheerleader!✦

𝐋𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐰𝐬 𝐱 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

I feel like she gets so happy to see you cheering her on with all the energy in the world at her soccer games

Sometimes he gets distracted at games watching and thinking about how beautiful you look in your cheerleading outfit which had the same colors as his team uniform

After the games are over you and Lottie have a tradition of going to her house and taking a bath together and having a movie night afterwards

She is always watching all your workouts to make sure you are okay and that you haven't broken a bone or something like that

You and her promised that she would teach you how to play soccer on the condition that she had to learn some cheerleading moves

She doesn't miss any of your cheerleading competitions and when your team wins she rewards you by giving you kisses and buying you things

But when your team doesn't win and you feel bad, she will do everything just to make you smile

one day you broke your leg trying to do a maneuver that only professional cheerleaders could do and she was so worried about you and as quickly as she got to the hospital she started looking for your room, the first thing she did was scold you for not being careful but then She calmed down when you kissed her and told her that you were going to try to protect yourself more from possible injuries

When her team wins a game, you run very quickly to kiss her and tell her that it was great