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@thelottierhodes // closed. // mila’s porch.
there was something domestic about the nights mila chose to entertain. the fall air was a little cooler, but it didn’t stop her from piling the throws on the outdoor setting, pitcher of margaritas sitting on the table between them. the sun hadn’t quite set and the view over the lake was actually rather tranquil-- or it would have been if the jerk next door had turned down his early 2000′s hip-hop. “ do you think Jay-Z and Beyoncé actually have a decent relationship? Or is it like--- just a lot of trying and now they’ve kinda just made this whole--- thing for themselves? Is he a good guy? Is she? I mean, are they good for each other?” she didn’t need to think about these things, but it kept her mind ticking over while they settled into their margarita night. “drink more, give me your wisdom. “
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Text: Thank you for my present. It was a lovely surprise.
Text: A lovely surprise for a lovely girl!
Text: Don't get too many cavities Lottie ;)
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@scftlottie
“You good? You look a little lost,” Kathryn said, raising her eyebrows and taking in the girl standing in front of her. “I’m Kathryn. You can call me Kate. Or Katy. Or whatever. And you?” She tipped her head to the side and gave a welcoming smile, the smile that had convinced so many people that she was being sincere.
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Lottie | check out
@lottiemcfay
Darcy drummed her fingers against the counter as she waited patiently for clerk to take back the golden keys in her hand. It had been a good few weeks at the Mithril and Mages Motel but she was discovering just how deeply Ashbourne had fallen into hell. She’d found the cheapest apartment on the edge of town. The monthly rent would be cheaper than extending her stay at the motel.
A smile slipped onto her lips as she heard the familiar jingle of a tool belt passing behind her. “Lottie...how are you doing today?”
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canada had prepped him for the cold. it wasn’t surprising to find marco in the midst of a snowstorm walking around lockwood with just a hoodie. so it came as no surprise now when he stood, ankle deep in the atlantic ocean, calling up to the others on the beach, “c’mon! it’s, like, not even that cold!” he kicked his foot in the water, sending a small wave onto the sands, droplets nearly hitting lottie’s feet. “you coming in?” @lottics
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w. @lottiex
Ficar na barraca dos doces durante a festa de aniversário de Dean, de longe era divertido ou fazia parte dos planos de Francesca. Porém, aquele não era um aniversário qualquer. Acima de tudo aquele era um evento para ajudar o orfanato Les Anges de Gabrielle. E para ajudar crianças carentes, Francesca não limitava esforços. Sempre com um sorriso nos lábios, a loira pegava os doces solicitados, entregava para o comprador e então guardava o dinheiro na caixa registradora que haviam arrumado para o evento. Estava feliz por Scarlet estar ajudando, se não provavelmente estaria louca aquela altura. Riu de si mesma e então dirigiu-se até o balcão. — Olá Charlotte. Você está linda hoje. - Ela disse gentilmente a irmã mais nova de Henry. — Qual doce irá querer?
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Lottie: When you meet someone for the first time and it's new and exciting. You know that rush?
Jaedol: No. No, see, when I first meet somebody it's mostly panic, anxiety, and a great deal of sweating.
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If you only had one day to live, what would you do?
Ask nicol on a date because hes cute and its my dying wish. Hope lottie will allow it for 24 hrs
@lottiesbetterhalf @naughtyhottielottie
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Vulnerability | Lilith, Lottie
Having given Lottie her address, Lilith waited for the submissive to arrive at her modest apartment. Lottie, or Charlotte, as she’d began to prefer, was an interesting one -- a brat, certainly, but seemingly not one just for the sake of it. Unlike most submissives, she appeared sincerely unimpressed by Lilith, and it was impossible for the Domme not to take that as a personal challenge. But that wasn’t the only reason her interest was piqued: there was something genuine about this submissive, something worth exploring.
@charlotteberdini
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lottiefabs replied to your post: balls or shaft?
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Yes Lottie?
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lottiefabs replied to your photoset “hester-ulrich: I don’t need to be wildly famous for my life to make...”
You're pretttyyyy
Thank you, Lottie.
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S. and Lottie
“I know I drive you crazy, hmm... sometimes I know I call you lazy, and that's most times But you complete me, and that's no lie You are my tuxedo, and I'm your bow tie”
@blueplots
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Atticus still couldn’t believe he had made it out alive - and that he hadn’t thrown up the pancakes Eden had made him. But here he was, driving back to his apartment with shaking hands and a heart beating a million miles an hour. It was dangerous really, the way he made it back while barely remembering the journey. Were his reflexes still there, or was it just an uneventful trip? Had he passed through any red lights?
But he couldn’t even focus on that, not with the near death experience he had just survived. Pulling into his park, he stumbled out of the car and up the stairs, pausing in front of the door and taking a deep breath. He never knew whether Lilith would be on the other side of it and the last thing he needed was her on his case if he walked in looking like a mess.
Once he felt calm enough, he stuck the key in the door and pushed it open. It took a total of three seconds for him to realise that Lilith wasn’t there, but Lottie was. Feeling his resolve crumble slightly, he walked towards her.
“I just met your father and brother.”
@prinsessa-lottie
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Call- Lottie-
-In the past few days Clea hadn't left the hospital more than twice, today being the third. Going home to an empty house she drank half a bottle of champagne, that granted she probably shouldn't have before she went scrolling through her phone coming back to one name over and over again. A heavy heart she decided swallowing her pride wouldn't taste that bad and hit send.-
Clea: Lot- Scarlett?
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still obsessed with this song.
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Uninvited Opinions | Lilith, Lottie
Despite her outward proclivity for extra, Lilith actually lived a rather frugal lifestyle, living well below her means in a cozy yet small apartment. She managed her money well, having made an unusual amount of it growing up, most of which was held by her adopted parents until she came of age. The one thing Lilith tended to splurge on was clothing: the second bedroom in her apartment may as well have been a walk-in closet.
Out and about while shopping, the Domme noticed the bratty Montague sub. She shouldn’t have been surprised that a Montague could afford to shop at a high end place with the amount of blood money Oz seemed to hand out like candy to his family. She wondered how Lottie ever got involved in a situation like that, but then she remembered Luan. Lord Oz always did have a soft spot for troubled youth, and Lottie seemed no less troubled in some ways.
Approaching the submissive, Lilith stifled a smirk, appearing behind Lottie in the mirror as the girl held a shirt against her. “It isn’t you,” she remarked, knowing full well her input would be soundly rejected. She was counting on as much.
@charlotteberdini
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