#lottie matthews x female reader

[rhiannonsknife]

cooking for lottie (because she definitely cant) and she walks up behind you, gets on her knees and starts eating you out…. *insert freaky sonic gif*

new domestic wife lottie thought for you!! every now and then, i will lock in for my fellow lottie lovers and drop multiple lottie pieces after almost exclusively writing for shauna, jackie & rhiannon 😭 nsfw content, mdni.

domestic (wife!!) lawtie :(((

you’re barefoot in the kitchen, humming to yourself as you dice vegetables for breakfast, the dull thunk of the knife hitting the cutting board keeping time with the sizzle of butter in the pan. behind you, lottie watches from the doorway, wrapped in a robe. her hair is still messy from sleep, one hand idly toying with the hem as she leans her shoulder against the frame.

“you always look so serious when you’re cooking,” she murmurs teasingly, finally making her presence known.

you laugh under your breath, focused on guiding the knife while simultaneously keeping an eye on the pan. “well, making breakfast in this kitchen takes some focus. our stove is old as hell, lot!”

you don’t hear her cross the floor, she’s always quiet like that, only feel her sudden warmth press against your back. lottie’s chin drops to your shoulder, nose brushing your neck.

“i keep telling you we can afford getting it replaced…” she sing-songs, warm breath curling around your ear as her fingers start to play with the baby hairs at your nape. “you’re warm…and you smell good.”

you tilt your head toward her, smile over your shoulder. “you’re weird”

“i know.”

then she sinks to her knees.

you don’t register it at first. there’s only the soft shift of weight behind you, the rustle of fabric and sensation of her skin brushing against your calves. it doesn’t click until her hands slide under your shirt, palms smoothing over your stomach as her mouth presses a kiss to the small of your back.

“lottie…?”

“shh,” she murmurs, nuzzling lower. “just keep doing what you’re doing”

the first few kisses she peppers across the back of your thigh are gentle. then her teeth graze you and one of her hands slips forward, under the waistband of your sleep shorts.

“lottie.”

another hum, her hands already sliding down your shorts and underwear. you shiver as they pool at your ankles, the cool morning air hitting your thighs.

“you’re always taking care of me,” lottie muses, pressing her cheek to your hip as she maneuvers you to face her way. “feeding me…loving me…” her breath is hot against you and she spreads you with both hands. “now i want to take care of you.”

your hips jerk instinctively the moment lottie puts her mouth on you, almost knocking into the stove. her lips part, her tongue sliding between your folds as though to memorize the shape of you. lottie stays on her knees, still fully clothed, still composed, while you’re bare and unraveling under her touch.

“i- lottie-” you try. your voice comes out thin.

in response, lottie only holds you tighter, pulling you against her mouth with both hands.

she has always looked at you like you were more than you believed yourself to be. now, her mouth is proving it all over again: there’s something desperate in the way she licks into you, like she’s starving, and you’re the first real thing she’s been given in weeks. lottie doesn’t rush, yet never stops. minutes pass with your legs trembling and her tongue lapping up your wetness, refusing to waste a single drop.

when her lips finally seal around your clit and suck, your entire body jolts. a cry punches out of your chest, one of your hands slips, and you brace yourself against the oven handle with a whimper.

“i’ve got you,” lottie whispers, without her mouth ever leaving you. she flicks her tongue against you again, circling, then presses in deeper. “just let go.”

you glance down, fingers tangled in her hair, and catch her eyes: lottie is looking up at you with her pupils blown wide, mouth swollen and slick, her hands clutching your thighs. “please,” she whines. “give it to me”

you don’t even know if she means your orgasm or your everything. either way, she gets it.

it rips through you suddenly, your knees buckling, thighs clenching around her head. you cry out as you fall apart, and lottie groans against your cunt, licking through every wave.

it takes minutes before you’re able to register anything again. your head is fuzzy. your legs ache. your body’s pulsing still from the aftershocks. lottie doesn’t stand. instead she guides you down with her, arms around your waist as she lowers you both gently to the floor. immediately, you collapse into her lap, boneless, back to her chest.

you can smell the eggs, surely burnt by now, and still don’t move to fix it.

lottie wraps her arms tighter around your middle, face buried in the crook of your neck until your eyes blink open.

“there you are,”

[bumblesimagines]

something on my face?

were you being serious back there?

Lottie matthews

Pronouns: They/Them/Theirs, GN!Reader

CW/TW: Slight manipulation, all the warnings that come with Lottie lmao

It'd been hard at first getting used to sleeping in a little wooden hut instead of the creaking floorboards of the cabin with the sound of crackling fire lulling you to sleep, but you eventually grew to enjoy hearing the soft trilling of insects and the occasional call of an owl that would've otherwise been muffled by the cabin walls.

Things were different now; people were different, too. 

While Natalie had never shied away from speaking her mind, her new role as their leader allowed her to be taken more seriously by the others. She was a good leader, one grounded in logic who'd managed to use the cabin burning as an opportunity rather than a grave failure. Winter would've killed them had it not been for her... and had it not been for Javi's sacrifice. 

You lifted your head up from your worn, dirty converse, your fingers fiddling with the now-dirt brown laces as you tied and tightened them until your foot no longer threatened to slip free from the shoe. Your eyes almost immediately gravitated toward Travis and his slumped-over form against a tree. You winced, your heart breaking just a little bit at the sight of his near blank face.

Javi's death rendered him a shell of his former self, the grief and depression so intense none of the girls bothered with their usual teasing. Not even Shauna, who spent most of her time scowling and snapping at everyone in quick bursts of sudden irritation, let a single cruel comment directed at him slip from her mouth. Mostly everyone left him alone to process his grief. Mostly everyone.

You involuntarily sighed at the sight of Lottie walking toward Travis with her hands delicately wrapped around a steaming cup. Lottie spent a good portion of spring's arrival creating the perfect tea, one she claimed could help others speak to It with little difficulty. Everyone else had dismissed her fairly quickly, shaking their heads or redirecting her toward someone else, but Travis had been too defeated to reject her soft murmurs. By the grimace on his face, he was regretting it.

Brushing dirt from your knee and straightening up, you made a beeline toward the two brunettes in swift strides and quickly intercepted Lottie before she could crouch down and coax Travis into drinking the godforsaken tea. She blinked her big eyes at you, her brows beginning to twitch into a furrow, but her mouth pulled into a gentle yet puzzled tight-lipped smile. 

"Lottie, hey, I think we really need to put a small stop to these teas."

"Travis is making progress." Lottie blinked again, her smile twisting into the start of a frown. "We have to know what It wants from us, (Y/N). How else will we know what to do if we can't speak to It?" She gave a small shake of her head, her long hair swaying side to side with her movements. 

You nodded, somewhat forcibly, and placed your hand over her shoulder. "Yes, of course, I agree with you, Lot, but have you considered It just... doesn't have anything more to say right now? You of all people know It came to our rescue when we needed it. It led us to the cabin when we had no shelter, showed you ways to keep us safe, brought us food when we needed it... showed us how to survive during winter. We're thriving now, Lot."

"But we need to know what's coming." Lottie asserted lightly, though from the way she glanced down at the tea and then looked around camp, she was giving your words some thought. Her lips pursed slightly, her dark eyes flickering back to you. "We need It to show us what's coming, how to prepare-"

"Lottie," You cooed, lifting your hand from her shoulder to delicately cup her cheek. Her lips remained parted, but no further words came out from them at your touch. You brushed your thumb over her tan skin, trailing it over her cheekbone until her shoulders slumped and that defensive tension left her body. "We know you want to keep us safe, we really do, but we don't need It right now. What we need is everyone doing their part, and Travis needs a clear head for that. If a time comes when we need It or It needs us, I'm certain that It will let us know what It wants one way or another, okay?"

She suckled her bottom lip into her mouth, her top teeth digging lightly into it in contemplation. "Okay." She exhaled, her features softening and wavy strands bouncing off the sides of her face when she nodded. 

"Great!" Travis audibly sighed in relief behind you, but it seemingly went unnoticed by her. You dropped your hand back to her shoulder and gave it a gentle, encouraging squeeze. "Now, why don't you go dump that tea out and start doing your chores, alright? I'm sure if It has something to say to Travis, It'll get the message across, and he'll come straight to you. Right, Travis?"

"Y-Yeah, I'll let you know if I see or hear something, Lottie." Travis nodded quickly as he staggered onto his feet and used the tree trunk for support. He offered a little smile for Lottie, a much more thankful one for you, and then quickly headed off to get started on his chores for the day before Lottie could change her mind.

With a pat to Lottie's shoulder, you peeled your hand away and headed for the gardens where your chores began. It was a simple day for you, uneventful, but it was how you preferred it nowadays. Eventful days always seemed to bring the most sorrow.

You crouched down in the dirt and mulch after collecting one of the smaller, duller knives and began tugging at any weeds encroaching on the precious berries and herbs used for medicine and food. Before the crash, you would've scoffed at the idea of sitting under the sun tending to a garden, but now, you found it pretty relaxing. 

That was until Lottie kneeled down across from you with one of the handmade baskets at her hip. At the very least, it meant you could keep a better eye on her and ensure she wasn't badgering Travis, but from the way her eyes kept rising to watch your face.. you were beginning to think you made yourself her next target. It wasn't like you hated Lottie or disliked her as much as Shauna did at times; she was simply... a little annoying, for lack of a better word.

"Something on my face?" You asked playfully, pulling your lips into a smile because being kind often got people better results, not that Shauna would know given how she briefly glanced over as she walked by only to roll her eyes. At least Melissa found her aloofness amusing.

Lottie's head fully lifted, shaking lightly at your question as she set the berries she'd collected in the basket. "Were you being serious back there?" She asked instead, wiping her palm over the skirt of her dress. "Do you actually believe in It? Do you really think It won't take offense?"

"You tell me, Lottie." You gave a little shrug, not too keen on telling her you thought the whole thing had been bullshit the second she began her mutterings about the wilderness and what 'It' wanted from them. She could pray to the dirt and twigs and wind if she wanted, but there was a snowball's chance in hell you'd do the same. "You know It better than anyone here."

"It hasn't spoken to me in a while," Lottie admitted quietly, her gaze averting as if it were hurtful and even shameful to admit aloud. She set the basket over her lap and dipped her fingers inside to roll the berries around in thought. "I wondered if maybe I had done something.. but maybe you're right. Maybe It has nothing to say right now." 

"I'm sure It will come back to you when It needs something, Lot." 

"Mm." Lottie's mouth curled upward, satisfied. Her head tilted to the side, her eyes crinkling with warmth. "Could I sleep in your hut tonight?"

[zqmbiescorpse]

THE MORNING AFTER THE LAST

lottie matthews x female reader

a/n: i used the word 'homosexual' once and every time i see it i giggle a bit, so if it feels out of place for you it felt out of place for me too lmao

summary: you and lottie have always been suspiciously close for best friends. one night at a party, the feelings finally surface. the only thing left to complicate the situation is a plane crash and a possession.

warnings: alcohol, smoking, brief mentions of homophobia, kissing, sexual tension, suggestive themes, possession, minor depictions of violence (like once i think)

word count: 5.6k

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Your head pounded rhythmically, in time with the pulsating music blaring all around you; the consequence of partying in the middle of nowhere with an abundance of alcohol. By some miracle, you and your team had made it to nationals and were due to fly to Seattle the following morning, so naturally, every member of the Yellowjackets could be found here, either drunk or high - in hindsight, it was not the best idea, but you were teenagers, a lame excuse for the fact that you'd get up to some stupid shit. 

If you'd had a mind of your own and had refused to succumb to the pressures of high school, you would most likely be at home now, snuggled up in the warm comfort of your own bed, attempting to fall asleep since tomorrow was going to be very busy for you. Without a doubt, as much sleep as possible would have prepared you for the day, even if you were kept awake for a little while due to an overwhelming anxiety and excitement gathering in the pit of your stomach, like butterflies were congregating to flutter around down there. 

However, you were currently standing propped up against someone's car. You didn't know whose it was, just that it was oddly parked in the middle of the party, surrounded by towering trees and irresponsible youth. Either way, it provided you with something to lean on, eliminating the need to hold yourself up while you slumped against it - red plastic cup in hand, you occasionally sipped the cheap alcohol, the flavour reminiscent of metal, bitter and sour, burning the back of your throat as you slowly swallowed it until there was nothing left. 

Why were you here then? You'd find yourself pondering that question every other moment of the night, each time, your brain would trigger a similar answer and you'd suddenly be fine with the atmosphere again. The social gathering was merely a non-suspicious justification to spend time with Lottie, who was off scrounging for more beer to supply the both of you with. It hadn't been long, a few minutes max, though, you still wished she'd hurry up and come back. You weren't really invested in conversing with any other members of your team, or anyone else here that attended your school for that matter - leaving you awkwardly awaiting Lottie's return. 

This didn't automatically mean that you disliked the people you would play the sport with, you did like a large majority of them and they were your closest friends. You weren't a loner, despite your lack of socialising at that moment which suggested otherwise; everyone else seemed to be scattered about, maybe in pairs or threes, moseying around with their own designated companion. You'd even catch glimpses of some of the girls kissing random guys, undoubtedly sparking trouble and unwanted romantic drama. You didn't want to be part of it. Ultimately, you were quite content with reducing yourself to clinging to Lottie's side, as you typically did.

The girl was witty, and cleverly humorous despite the fact that she was more subtle than harsh, never getting in anyone’s face or poking unnecessary fun at an oblivious target. She wasn't mean, bearing no intent to harm or cause trouble. Aside from her stunning looks and adorably gorgeous face, her genuine friendliness, sarcastic nature, and intelligence only ever intensified your infatuation with her. In addition, Lottie was incredible at what she did, her footwork being the cleanest on the team - how could you not admire her? 

At times, it frustrated you to no end, considering the world you lived in, people would avoid homosexuals like the plague, meaning you had precisely zero people to talk to about your troubles. You'd attempted to dismiss such feelings for your best friend, however, each instance proved useless.

Creating distance between the pair of you failed miserablely, for starters, the image of you and Lottie Matthews being miles apart caused eyebrows to raise immediately - purposely avoiding her made you feel deflated while it drastically upset her. It was inhumane to do that to someone, especially someone so special to you, therefore, that plan was scrapped within minutes. Besides, you played soccer together for your school, it was only a matter of time before you'd be attached at the hip again. 

'Newbie' was not the correct term for you, regarding your experiences with the team, nevertheless, you couldn't help but question your own utility. Although you could never exactly pinpoint why you were valued so much, apparently everyone else thought you were a spectacular asset and essential if they had any hope of winning Nationals. You disagreed. 

On the other hand, Lottie acted like she was your personal hype woman, constantly drowning you in praises throughout every second of every game. Those things got under your skin, in the best way possible. It was a miracle that your performance didn't waver when she'd encourage you with such charming words, blushing and fumbling after every compliment. 

You watched the brunette make her way toward you, a new batch of murky liquid in her hands, your heart a flutter at the mere sight of her. Lottie stumbled across the bumpy terrain, careful of the mud to prevent a fall, yet, she didn't hesitate to raise an arm excitedly to greet you. You smiled, shyly returning the wave. 

"Jesus Christ, what idiot chose here of all places to have a party!" Lottie giggled, slipping the new cup of alcohol into your old, empty one. 

"I have no idea, we kinda just show up, no questions asked," Your response was nonchalant, "Oh, thank you, by the way, for the drink," You quickly added on, eager to show your gratitude, even if it was over something minor. 

"What?" She stared, wide-eyed, struggling to hear you over the booming beats of whatever shitty song was playing. 

"I was just saying thank you for the beer!" Somewhat slurring your words, you began to shout, ensuring that you wouldn't need to repeat yourself again. 

"Yeah, of course! It's no problem!" 

Neither of you was severely intoxicated, at best it was more of a faint buzz guiding your bodies closer. The proximity gradually narrowed - there was not much hesitation as you were too busy caught up in the pointless, drunken conversation flowing between you and her. 

Equally giddy, you became progressively needy, hanging onto every word she spoke, whereas Lottie continuously rambled on about everything and nothing, informing you about insignificant details; a vast grin plastered to her face. Out of all the Yellowjackets, it was obvious that you and Lottie had consumed the most alcohol, the image of you together - fairly isolated from everyone else though still in view of anyone sober enough to care - her free hand lazily played with the ends of your hair and you gazed up at her wearing a toothy grin. 

Although it was strange for her to publicly display physical affection for you, the action didn't linger on your mind due to the woozy atmosphere. The man-made peace surrounding you, created by the beer, was soon broken by a few incoherent voices quarrelling suddenly. 

"You're a fucking sociopath!" 

Lottie, instantly detecting where the commotion was coming from, followed the sound of arguing. You trailed behind her, also eager to see some excitement.

"That was Shauna, right?" You inquired, cracking up at the idea of Shauna of all people getting into it with someone else, she was definitely not the type to start trouble.

"Sounds like her," The taller girl delighted, "Look! There, with Taissa."

You and Lottie merged with the congregation of people intensely monitoring Shauna and Taissa as they bickered back and forth about an incident that had occurred prematurely. Van had evidently been tangled up in the crossfire, the poor girl trying her hardest to separate her agitated teammates. You momentarily realised the situation was because of the gruesome injury inflicted on Allie, having been present when her flesh was ripped off her leg and her kneecap smashed. 

"I don't need you to defend me? Last time I checked you were totally fine with the whole 'freeze her out' strategy," Nat, feeling targeted, counted herself into the dispute, "I don't know why you two decided to come over here and just laugh when you were very much involved too?"

Her attention focused on you and Lottie, pointing fingers, exaggerating your amusement that had washed over with concern long before it had been mentioned, and hearing everyone shout at each other conveyed the seriousness of the situation plenty.

"Hey, what? We're not laughing?" Lottie defensively piped up, "I even said that I was unsure about it! How was I supposed to know that Tai would take it that far!"

Natalie shook her head, unimpressed with Lottie, instead, aggressively addressing you now. You hadn't spoken a single word, yet, the terror that shot through your veins was indescribable.

"What's your excuse? Apart from the fact that you go along with anything Lottie does," The blonde condescended.

"Fuck off Natalie, I didn't do anything. I didn't bust her leg and ruin her chances at playing sport," You quipped back at the unwanted blame, humiliated at whatever she was trying to hint at concerning Lottie.

"Bull. Shit."

Many negligible disagreements erupted violently inside the once collective dispute, drawing attention to you and your group. The volume was out of control, girls verbally attacking one another over nothing, arguing for argument's sake.

Due to the commotion, you started to attract bystanders, which in turn, alerted a very annoyed Jackie. She stopped what she was doing and promptly stomped over, disappointed and desperate to defuse the situation. Stern words from the girl with honey-coloured hair swiftly lead the fighting members of the Yellowjackets into a clearing, isolated from the party's intense atmosphere. 

You suppressed a groan at the suggested team-bonding activity, not particularly thrilled to forcibly compliment them at Jackie's request. Originally mimicking a military lineup, everyone disassembled from the formation and awkwardly approached each other, mumbling positive affirmations.

You were fortunate enough to be right next to Lottie, the taller girl swivelling around to meet your smaller self. She was without a drink, likely thrown it away before arriving at the new destination - in its place was a freshly lit cigarette. The crisp air dancing across your bodies sobered you up a bit, although not completely, you still felt more capable of thinking straight. 

There were millions of compliments you could've shower the beautiful brunette with, deciding what to actually say was a challenge. Taking drags of the cigarette and blowing the smoke in your general direction, because Lottie knew how it would make you blush, she peered down at you expectedly, awaiting an answer. Alternatively, she could've just taken the lead but didn't, for reasons you couldn't figure out.

"Jackie seriously couldn't think of anything better to fix our problems," You offered, seriously unsure about what to say to her. Lottie certainly wasn't going to let it go, yet the issue of accidentally being too forward and implying your romantic feelings for her was a looming threat that held you back. 

"What is it, not got anything nice to say to me?" She mused, smirking. 

"I admire your commitment to sport and…" You cut yourself off. 

"And what?" 

A strangled chuckle left your tightening throat, leaving Lottie amused. 

"I don't know, well, I was gonna say something like…you're a really great friend to me."

For a millisecond, you considered coming out with the truth and telling her how pretty she was. Ultimately, you fumbled and quickly covered it up, though you couldn't shake the feeling that Lottie knew how awfully you were lying. 

"Sure, you're a good friend to me too," she mocked, playfully jabbing her finger into your shoulder before returning the cigarette to her lips. 

This your eyes followed, trailing up until you inevitably met hers. You didn't know if it was because you'd gained confidence after the alcohol you'd had throughout the evening, or if you had internally decided to be more bold - forward with her - but you didn't want to look away. You couldn't look away. 

You noticed as Lottie's face changed from playful, to something more gentle, yet serious, like she had been suddenly whisked away in the same trance that had lured you into a daze. The ever-present background noise of the girls laughing and joking with each other danced happily around your ears, your subconscious pleased to hear your teammates having fun again. Though, you felt isolated from them, too focused on Lottie's plump lips and how they would part slightly, ready to say something, but freighted to do it. 

Her tanned skin glistened under the shine of the moon, creating something other-worldly out of someone who was already beyond ravishing. The distance between you shortened with each second, Lottie's hands were itching to reach out and pull you closer - you craved it. 

"Me and Shauna are gonna start heading back, get home safe!" 

The lust-filled atmosphere concealing you and her from the rest of the world crumbled, the interruption from Jackie announcing her and Shauna's exit brutally snapped the pair of you back into reality. There were a few awkward glances shared while you casually backed off from her. Nothing really happened; the fear of rejection crept in nonetheless, wondering if you'd overstepped her boundaries. 

Jackie and Shauana disappeared into a clearing, prompting many of the other girls to disperse and start to make their own way home.

"Are we leaving too?" You shyly asked, the tension from moments ago playing on your mind.

Lottie paused, considering her options thoroughly. She scanned the surrounding area, her face radiating an internal conflict so severe she couldn't have just been deciding whether she wanted to return home or stick around for a little longer.

“No. We’re staying.”

Her voice was fierce, a dangerous fire blazing in her eyes as she snatched your wrist and dragged you further within the trees, the taller girl guiding you to an unknown destination. You didn't complain nor protest. It was completely in the norm for her to do whatever she pleased with you trailing not too far behind. One could even say, you were totally whipped. She had your entire trust.

"Where are we going, Lottie?" You laughed nervously - that curious, giddy feeling back again.

"Away from everyone…just the two of us."

You couldn't determine her tone and you couldn't see her face. A silent blush tinted your cheeks. Was she messing with you? Was she purposely sounding so seductive? Did she know how hard your aching heart was pounding frantically against your chest?

The brunette came to a halt and you followed suit. Lottie finally spun around, meeting you face-to-face, her eyebrows were furrowed and her breath against your skin was unsteady, but it didn't stop her from grabbing your jaw and sloppily locking her lips with yours.

Tingles and hot flushes spread across your body due to the very sensation that was her mouth pressing bruisingly into your own. Any whimpers or whines you let slip as you reciprocated the passion she was gifting you, were shushed, Lottie taking the quickest of breaks from being attached to your lips to remind you to keep quiet made your insides melt - having the opposite effect, instead encouraging you to get more impatient.

She forcefully guided you backward until the rough bark of a tree was up against you, your hands clutched to her waist and your nails dug deeper because of this, earning a pleasured groan from the one who was basically on top of you. You could taste the liquor from earlier on her, she could taste it on you too. It didn't stop either of you from wildly exploring each other's mouths. 

Desperate to somehow be even closer to you, Lottie's weight smothered you, her height compared to yours left you with no chance of gaining control, but that wasn't an issue at all. Unintentionally, she lifted a leg for reasons only justifiable because of the positions you were in and the circumstances of a limited area, causing her knee to press into a certain spot between your shaking thighs. A moan slipped from your throat, louder than expected.

"Oh, my," Lottie chortled, taking a step back, "Did you like that?"

"Shut up and keep kissing me…please."

She obliged, buzzing with delight, the kisses slower at first, filled with love, the pace gradually picking up until you found yourselves similarly to where you were before: heated, messy, and running out of air.

-

The weight from your foot cautiously stepping up the rickety rungs of the old ladder made quite a racket, the wood rotting, similarly to the entire foundation of the cabin. It was a surprise that the structure was even suitable to live inside. Your designated pillow and blanket were slung over your arm, consequently, you struggled to make it to the top - climbing a ladder one-handed was not on your bingo card for this summer. Then again, neither was surviving a plane crash and having to live in Canada's brutal wilderness for an insufferable amount of time.

"What are you doing?" Taissa, who must have heard your endeavour, leaned over the entrance of the attic, "Here, I've got you."

The athlete assisted you with ease, collecting your belongings for you and placing them to the side so they would no longer be an inconvenience.

"Thank you, Tai," You nodded, briskly moving to set out a place to sleep, busying yourself in an attempt to avoid any questions you knew were about to come your way.

"Why are you up here?" 

"I just thought I'd support my friend, prove to everyone that there's nothing to be scared of and that the cabin isn't haunted…" You lied confidently.

"Right…If you were so sure, why did it take you this long to join me up here? I mean, I would appreciate it more if you displayed your so-called unity ten minutes ago? When I proposed the idea and got no response? You tryna make me look stupid?" Taissa quipped, mostly light-hearted, but you knew that she wasn't buying it - she was more bothered about getting the truth out of you than wasting time being annoyed.

You brushed it off with a laugh, kneeling down to fluff up your pillow and adjust the extremely thin blanket-crafted mattress. You relaxed yourself against it, now snuggled up on the floor. Taissa copied this, bringing herself to get comfortable next to you. 

"So are you going to tell me the actual reason why you chose to come sleep in this creepy attic?" She was relentless, never shutting up unless your response was satisfactory. "Shouldn't you be down there, with Lottie?" 

"What? What's that supposed to mean?" You choked, disappointed that she'd guessed part of your problem this early on.

"Oh c'mon, don't be like that, I'm only pointing out that it's unusual for you to be this far away from her. You and Lottie, not up each other's asses? That's unheard of," She smirked. 

"Okay, shouldn't you be down there with Van, then?" You mimicked the suggestive question, turning the suspicious homoerotic friendship allegations onto her this time. 

Taissa let out a sigh. Not because of you or anything that you'd said, rather, she missed her secret lover after mere minutes of separation.

"Van's too freaked out, she wanted to stay with the others," She spoke, deflated, the cheeky way of her words had disappeared, the reality of what you'd seen at the seance front and centre in her mind. 

"I'm terrified," You bluntly admitted, "I'm way too scared to be near her and I know how selfish it sounds but I can't do it. Lottie…she, well, she was fucking possessed!" 

After the party, you and her never spoke about the kiss. Things carried on between you as they normally would, thankfully, yet the memories of that night corrupted your every thought. You assumed that the plethora of alcohol you shared caused her to forget, which was still strange since you remembered it perfectly, but ignored it anyway. If she genuinely had no memory of it, that would probably be for the best; you'd hate to ruin your already-established friendship. 

However, over the past week subsequent to the crash, there was a minor difference in her that made it so the pair of you were somehow closer than before, this including physical closeness to one another. Hence, you were under the impression that she simply refused to mention the kiss due to reasons unknown. Possibly some variation of fear. 

Then, as her way of 'pulling her weight' to help the group adapt to their new life, Jackie cooks up an amazing idea to host a seance that, in turn, offers Lottie up to any available demons, her body becoming a vessel for the supernatural. 

It was horrifying. The delicate flicker of the candles had blown themselves out, ripping away any source of light; the room was filled with disorientated screams and panicked suggestions to make Lottie stop chanting - your 'sort-of girlfriend' had been repeating something demonic in French, successfully freaking everyone the fuck out. Vague translations had left the group mostly in the dark about what was happening, the only parts that were figured out included the spillage of blood and the demands of an unnatural being. 

The shock that struck you then stayed with you now, the thought of sleeping next to her was unbearable, thus explaining why you relocated to the attic to be with Taissa.

"It's okay to be scared, you know that, right?" She offered, trying to smile.

"I feel horrible though. I can't believe I just left her because I'm too much of a coward to face an issue that wasn't even her fault!" You fussed, grumbling into your hands to hide your face and the tears that were forming in your eyes. 

"Hey, it's not your fault either. I'm sure Lottie will understand if you spend one night away from her, with good reason might I add," A friendly chuckle strived to cheer you up, Tai shuffled up to you in case you needed to borrow her shoulder. 

"We kissed."

You don't know why you told her, you were planning on keeping it a secret, locking it away forever like the situation never even existed in the first place and was just another daydream, about your best friend, that nobody would ever know about. 

The girl beside you took in a shocked breath, "Shit…I kinda guessed that you weirdos liked each other a bit too much but oh my god I wasn't expecting that." 

"We've both been acting like nothing happened that night. Then this had to happen and make everything more complicated." You explained, slightly calmer than you had been a few moments ago. 

"Try not to worry about it. Get some rest, clear your mind, and talk to her about it tomorrow, okay? 

The suggestion had you nodding in agreement, what else could you really do at that point in time? You were in great need of an undisturbed rest and if you had to move away from the possessed culprit to do that then it was in your right to do so. You concluded that at the first chance you got throughout the busy, chore-filled day, you would go off and find Lottie. The idea made you anxious, nauseous even, but you couldn't avoid her and 'it' forever. 

When you finally awoke the next morning, the sun was beaming through the window, golden rays shining down on your face and painfully in your eyes - you rolled over to avoid it, only to discover that Taissa was already gone. 

It must've been later than usual since nobody besides Coach Scott could be found inside the cabin, everyone else had vacated it to carry out tasks, individually pitching in, which you were falling behind on due to the late start.

You recalled Shauna asking you to assist her with something, probably revolving meat rations. You weren't sure why she chose you of all people to help her with that stuff, but you supposed it was because you originally showed some willingness and then suddenly, you're dragged into it every time. 

Luckily, you spotted her immediately, stood around with Jackie, seemingly waiting for you. 

Apologies for unintentionally lying in came tumbling out of you, explaining how Taissa kindly forgot to wake you up. This earned you a hearty chuckle from Shauna who reassured you that it was okay, and that she knew you'd take a little longer as Tai had taken it upon herself to inform the group that you needed the extra rest. Feeling partially relieved, you followed Shauna into the forestry areas to the shed where the dead animals were kept - you didn't fail to notice Lottie's absence. 

As instructed, you thinly sliced the portions of raw meat for rationing; the blade smoothly cut through. It wouldn't be long until you'd run out of food again, the one deer unfortunately wasn't enough to sustain the group forever, hence, you'd rather not worry about it, the hunters were out doing all they could and you had to put some faith in them. 

Your mind drifted to Lottie, not a great decision since thinking about her was very distracting and you were wielding an extremely sharp knife - to accidentally slash your fingers while concentrating on her would be an amusing story for everyone else, not so funny for you however.

"Are you nearly finished?" Shauna checked up on your progress, peeking over your shoulder. 

"Pretty much, yeah," You murmured, preoccupied, "Hey, have you seen Lottie this morning? I'm just curious since she wasn't around the cabin."

"Yeah I saw her, it wasn't for long," She recalled, "Laura Lee took her to the lake. You know, after the seance and everything…she's been acting really weird."

Having finished your task, you placed the knife down and rested your palms against the rigid table, then said, "I don't know how I'm realising it now but, something has been wrong with her for a fair few days. We haven't brought any attention to it, is all. 

With a dirtied rag, Shauna wiped the blood off her hands and urged you to do the same. 

"Maybe keep an eye on her if it makes you feel better. I think we've all been acting reasonably different." She replied, wanting to keep the hopes high, this you appreciated, giving her a small nod as she gathered up the meat and took it away to be stored. 

You sighed deeply and shut your eyes tight, focusing on nothing, ensuring that your head was clear. The heat alone, out there in the wild, made you feel exhausted.

Stretching your back, you heard a faint rustle from no more than a metre or two away. Expertly scanning the surrounding area, you were ready to snatch the weapon up from the table and call for backup. If you were lucky, this could've been your next meal. Your mouth almost watered at the many possibilities of which animal would come into your vicinity without a single clue in the world of what their fate would be. The low grumble in your stomach grew. 

Emerging from the trees, you quickly learnt that it wasn't an animal at all, it was Lottie; her hair had been wet but was gradually drying, some of the strands still clinging to her face, and the t-shirt she was wearing had a few damp patches splattered about. 

Abruptly feeling awkward, you met her eyes sheepishly, waiting patiently for her to break the silence. 

"Is now a bad time?" She carefully questioned you, her hands joined together in a  nervous clump. 

"Not at all," You uttered, feigning confidence when you were actually as equally anxious as she was. 

"Can we talk?" 

You had no objections, having been patient all day, awaiting an opportunity to set things straight with Lottie. Trailing behind her into the woods, you thought back to the party, the way she was leading you to a secluded area so the pair of you could be isolated, it was a direct parallel to that night that seemed a lifetime ago, the night where you had hopes that your relationship might have progressed. 

"Is everything okay, Lot?" You gently asked.

"Where were you last night?" The taller girl decided you'd walked far enough and that this spot behind the cabin was suitable to converse, thus she stopped, "I woke up and you weren't there." 

"I went to the attic."

"Why?"

There was no use in lying, it wouldn't benefit neither you nor Lottie, the excuse that you went up there for Tai, that you failed in convincing her, wouldn't make much sense anyway because the brunette had slept through the proposal. Plus, you just wanted to be honest. That's why you agreed to this in the first place. 

"I was scared of what happened to you," You admitted, the anxiety you felt after seeing her possessed came flooding back, distressing you all over again. 

Lottie paused, conjuring the perfect response. She didn't say anything - a small, understanding, but sad, nod was the best she could do. A harsh pang of guilt struck your lower body. 

"I'm sorry, leaving you like that was probably wrong and I shouldn't have done it, I didn't mean to upset you, Lot. I'm really sorry," You apologised sincerely, "I'm not freaked out anymore, maybe a bit on edge still but, you're better now, right?" 

You wondered if you sounded too whiny, your intention was to ensure that your best friend was okay, nothing else. 

Her big brown eyes swirled with confusion, she couldn't even tell herself if she had returned back to normal, her voice brimming with anxiety, she whispered, "Do you hate me for what happened?" 

"What, no! Of course not, I promise I don't hate you," You explained in a panic, absolutely heartbroken that you'd caused her to say such ridiculous things. 

"I don't just mean that," Lottie slowly spoke, testing the waters as she was concerned about approaching the upcoming admission, "The party too, we never talked about it."

To say you were astonished was an understatement. Lottie, someone who you thought had completely forgotten about the kiss, openly acknowledged the fact that it definitely happened.

"I didn't say anything because I didn't think that you remembered, or that you chose to ignore it. I could never hate you, especially because of something like that. It was amazing!" You exclaimed, red tinting your cheeks, joy spreading across your face. 

This same cheer infected Lottie, her frown lifting into a beautiful, more confident grin. 

"Yeah, it was good," She agreed, blushing furiously. 

Although she appeared happier, the furrow of her brow indicated that she remained slightly apprehensive, prompting you to inquire, "What is it, Lot?" 

"There's another problem, I think I've been seeing stuff and I don't know if it's real or not." The brunette troubled, shuffling around. 

"Like hallucinations? Visions?" 

"Visions. I went to the lake earlier, with Laura Lee, and she dunked me under the water - and I ended up in a candle-lit room and then I saw an explosion and… I don't know what's happening to me," She rambled on, her eyes pricking with tears. 

You reached out to her, firmly rubbing her shoulder for comfort, "You can talk to me about anything, I'm here for you."

"So, you'll believe me? Laura Lee does, but the others are cautious. You're the one that I need." Lottie's expression was solemn, entirely serious about the discussion you were having; her vulnerable side shining through. 

"I believe you and I trust you. I care about you so much, you know?" 

 Your attention was brought to the blossoming pink patches covering her face due to your honesty, the taller girl experiencing an overwhelming mixture of emotions, she launched herself into your open arms. You hugged her back, tightly, letting go wasn't something that you'd be doing anytime soon, the height difference when you'd have such drawn-out, warm embraces always succeeded in making you laugh. 

After an undetermined amount of time, you both instinctively pulled away simultaneously. You gazed up at her, body language oozing with love while you brushed her dark strands of hair out of her face. Lottie's tanned hand cupped your cheek, you could see that she was feeling the warmth radiating off of it, yet, it didn't humiliate you, it felt freeing. 

You leaned in close, pecking her soft lips once, then going back in for a second short, though, sickly sweet kiss. Lottie began to giggle - the melodic noise identical to the one you would hear in the Yellowjackets locker room after a long, tiring game, or when you and her exclusivity went around invested in your own dumb shenanigans. It had been a while since you'd heard it, your heart beating faster as a result. 

Her palm traced your skin until she arrived at your chin, tilting it upwards, accessing your mouth easier as she towered over you - this kiss was not a short peck. It wasn't a sloppy, heated mess either, rather, it was slow and filled to the brim with affection. 

"So are we like a thing then?" Lottie beamed, remaining incredibly close to you with an indescribable bliss. 

"If you want things to be official, then I do too," You marvelled, mirroring her wide, toothy grin. 

You continued to pepper kissing all over each other's faces, showering your counterparts in affection. From there, things were appearing more positive; your hopes were high for the future.

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The last practice before nationals

poly!yellowjackets x fem!reader minors DNI, all characters are 18 y.o

TW: smut, gangbang extra tags: porn with plot, praising, bodyworship, sharing is caring, fingering (r! receiving), oral (r! receiving), oral (r! giving), little bit of spanking word count: 5.1k not proofread english is not writer's first language! you've always been so nice and sweet to Yellowjackets, the one and only soccer team in your school, Wiskayok High. But you also were naive and innocent enough to constantly overlook the fact that every single girl on the team wanted your attention. And when, the last day before their nationals, they finally decided to make things clear between you and them.

When Coach Martinez first introduced you to the girls, they weren't too impressed. Average hair, average eyes, average height. Nothing special or anything to look at more than usual. You weren't even, roughly speaking, a full-fledged part of the team. At least that's what Taissa said. She was always like that - confident and sure of her opinions, even if they were somewhat offensive.

But you didn't mind, and even agreed. You were just an equipment manager, and you only became one because your mother and father were very close with Coach Martinez and asked him to find you a place out of old friendship. Of course, the coach made up a different story for everyone about how you came to be on the team - but every time you remembered the truth of your presence here, you wondered if you had the right to wear your signature yellow and blue bomber jacket. You felt ashamed, even though you didn't act like someone who got in because they got a pass. You were responsible, punctual, but you didn’t forget about empathy and responsiveness when communicating with girls. Over time, you began to be noticed by more than just Misty Quigley, who shared the same position with you.

Misty Quigley herself wasn’t too bad. Well, she was… weird. But you decided that everyone had their own cockroaches in their heads and she was just trying to make friends this way.

"You know, if we ever run out of food, I’ve always wondered what human flesh tastes like. I mean, they say it’s like pork, right? Maybe we should start taking notes just in case." Misty once said while you were cleaning up the cones after practice. You looked at her with wide eyes, full of confusion.

"Excuse me? Misty, this is a little weird…" You awkwardly continued to do your job, while Misty burned a hole in you with her gaze. Misty tilts her head slightly, her expression shifting from playful to earnest.

"Oh, come on! I was just joking… mostly. But think about it—survival is all about adapting, right? It’s just a thought experiment! Besides, we’ve got to keep our spirits up somehow. Want to talk about your favorite horror movie instead? I promise I won’t suggest cannibalism this time!”

But Misty didn’t always say such creepy things. She could talk about history, especially about Roman emperors, about her experience in first aid and medicine in general, about her interests, of which there were quite a few, but no one except you, apparently, wanted to listen to her. You didn’t understand the reasons and were patient with her. Misty immediately began to appreciate this - she did not throw away potential loved ones. Then Natalie Scatorccio appeared. Natalie did not have much experience with love, including the manifestation of care towards her. You didn't know anything about her, except that she lived in a van and was an extremely good and promising soccer player. But the more Misty shared the good news about your "endless love and care", trying to brag that she had such a tasty morsel and not the rest of the team, Nat couldn't help but become interested in you. People who lack love often don't quite realize how much they subconsciously want to find it.

She caught you after practice once and started talking to you. Nat herself didn't understand why she wanted to come back to you more and more every day - was it your manner of speech or how brightly you smiled at her after silly stories? She wanted to blush under your gentle gaze, and her heart beat strangely when you waved at her after she made a good pass to the other team members. But of course it wasn't always like that. The more attached she became to you, the more she focused on looking into your unexpectedly deep eyes, rather than at the ball.

"Natalie, don't you want to start playing properly? What are you constantly distracted by?" Lottie narrows her eyes when Natalie refuses to pass the ball to her and tries to dribble the ball to the goal herself, but hits the wall.

"Forget it, Lots. I'm just having a bad day." Natalie waved it off. It was odd that for someone having a bad day, she was smiling so stubbornly and persistently in the wrong direction. Lottie couldn't help but realize that she was looking at you. Perhaps you needed to have a heart-to-heart talk.

So, Charlotte Matthews quickly became next.

After practice, she caught you doing your job as you were supposed to, and called you out on it. She was annoyed, but more curious about your relationship with Natalie. You were blushing and apologetic, and it was hard to deny that you weren't to blame for Nat's deteriorating performance.

And then Lottie discovered that your shy face was extremely hard to get out of her head. Inadvertently, you began to talk after and before practice, Lottie sharing some details about upcoming parties at her house and inviting you. You, of course, refused. Your parents expected you to be decent, and Lottie didn't like rejection and didn't know what rejection was, being a rich girl. So she made it her goal to get you at least once. Or twice. So trying to get under your skin, subtly courting you, and trying to get through to your difficult parents was already routine. Including giving expensive gifts.

"Tai, have you seen the new hair clip in Y/N's hair? Those things cost a lot of money, I tell you, I saw it in the window of that expensive jewelry store." Vanessa was amazed at the new accessory you now had.

"I didn't really pay attention to it, to be honest. What do you… mean? Do you want one like that? I didn't think it was your style." Taissa chuckled, and Van rolled her eyes.

"Haha, very funny, but that's not what I mean… Hey, Lottie! Does Y/N have a rich mommy and daddy like yours?"

Lottie, passing by, chuckled, clearly filled with pride. "Not really. That was my gift. Y/N is very nice, you know. You shouldn't have doubted her, Taissa."

Then Taissa Turner and Vanessa Palmer appeared. They were already in a relationship and were amazed to see how quickly you changed the team's attitude for the better. And yet, from the very beginning, you were a black sheep for Taissa. Van, however, did not treat you with great disdain. She preferred to give people a chance to prove themselves first, and only then draw her own conclusions. However, they quickly liked you. Taissa was surprised that you had previously attended law and jurisprudence classes, and these topics interested her greatly. Van was pleasantly pleased with your taste in films and comics. You complemented their couple with something that they could not complement each other with on their own, after all, no relationship can simply be perfect. It was a matter of time before they both wanted your attention more than was possible. Van often invited you to her home to read or watch something, and Taissa loved to discuss social issues with you. You turned out to be more than either of them could have thought.

"Tai, I'm sorry, but I've already taken up Y/N's time for the evening with myself." Van smiled tenderly at Taissa.

Taissa raised an eyebrow in surprise, seemingly hoping for something. "Damn. How did you manage to come to an agreement with her faster than me? Maybe you'll take me with you?" she said with awkward hope. "Of course, I don't understand a damn thing about your conversations, but still…"

"No way, babe. You'll steal her attention again." Van shook her head.

"Why do I keep hearing everyone talking about Y/N from every corner of the room?" Jackie folded her arms in displeasure as she found herself next to the couple. "I understand that she's new and all that… but what's so unique about her? I swear, we won't get to nationals like this."

Jackie Taylor was annoyed by your popularity within the Yellowjackets. She could see the effect you had on the girls - they were going crazy trying to get a piece of you. She wasn't interested in you at all, but she had a feeling that if she didn't get a little bit closer, they would dethrone her and make you the team captain and even make you their mascot. She had to do something, and fast.

One day, Jackie stayed with you after practice, kindly offering to help you clean up the equipment. When you both walked into the warehouse, she almost pinned you against the wall, demanding answers to her questions.

"Y/N, I can see something's going on. I understand that you want to be friends with everyone, sure, but… we're trying really hard to get to nationals. And you're being way too… outgoing, you know? You need to stop. For the good of our team, as captain, I'm asking you to…"

"Your hair looks great today. Even after playing so hard." You blurted out, unable to contain your genuine respect. "Oh. Sorry. Keep going."

Jackie froze, her combative attitude seeming to completely falter. "You… you think so? Finally, someone sees how much I work on this hair, trying to get it just right every morning! I use powder and hairspray literally all the time, and no one has even bothered to compliment me… until you, of course."

Jackie took pity on you after that. Not when you were willing to spend hours shopping for clothes with her, stealing your clothes and trying on what she told you to try on, making you her model. No one had ever shown such steely restraint with Jackie Taylor, and every time she put on your makeup, it was so hard for her to resist the pounding of her heart and the strange desire to cover your lips with hers. But there was a catch to being with Jackie. The amount of time you spent together didn't sit well with Shauna Shipman. She was the only one who showed no interest in you at all. She didn't care about you, and that was surprising. She never, not once, approached you. You doubted she even knew your name, although considering Jackie told her everything, your name was the only thing she knew about you.

And the fact that you were a real suck-up. That's what she called you when she decided to have it out with you.

"What do you have with Jackie? Do you think I can't see how you're trying to pull the wool over her and everyone else's eyes?" Shauna narrows her eyes, looming over you. "What is it about you? Are you such a good suck-up?"

You felt hurt, but even more so, you felt a seething injustice. "I don't know what you're talking about, Shauna, I was just trying to be friends with everyone. It's not my fault they saw something in me."

Shauna snorted, unsure of what to do with you. "Well. Fine. Just stay away from Jackie, okay? And you'll be fine." Shauna had already turned away from you, about to leave. She adjusted her backpack, but a book fell out. You quickly picked it up.

"You dropped…" You looked at the cover, sighing in surprise. "Pride and Prejudice? That's my favorite book!" You exclaimed, surprising Shauna. She rolled her eyes, simply taking it from you, pretending not to care, but in reality, she was even a little impressed. You were left standing in the hallway, not quite sure what you did wrong.

And then you were surprised when Shauna came to you wanting to discuss the book, as if nothing had happened. Perhaps she was so eager to discuss her interests with someone that she decided to choose the worst option of all - you (Jackie, as expected, did not like reading books at all). You liked to read in your spare time, and Shauna was pleased that you had read a lot of female writers from the 18th and 19th centuries. She sometimes shared her thoughts on them with you, but the main thing was that at one point she made you a playlist of songs named after you. You were flattered and too busy enjoying the gift to notice how much Shauna blushed as she tried to hold your hand.

You didn't even know it would be like this. It seemed like almost all the girls on the team were literally tearing you apart. You'd never received so many gifts, compliments, and, it seemed, hints? Of course, you were pleased. You were a girl, after all. And you suddenly had little free time. Sometimes you spent time with two or even three girls at once a day. Of course, sometimes this led to conflicts between them, but they never dragged you into it. You were untouchable.

But you didn't expect that they would all decide to fix it in one day.

Despite everything, training for Nationals continued. Luckily, the Yellow Jackets team still managed to get their game together and win the filtration game that determined their participation in the competition. Everyone, of course, was incredibly happy. As were you for your favorite team.

There was just one thing. Your parents forbade you to fly with them. You begged as much as you could, but they were adamant. They wanted you to stay home and use your free time from your team to good use, studying and preparing for college. You shed so many tears in front of them, almost begging, but nothing worked. Sometimes you wanted to curse your parents.

Tomorrow, everyone was supposed to fly to Nationals. You entered the locker room, terribly dejected. You were immediately noticed, and the girls were insanely worried. Lately, all of them had been very attentive to you.

"You don't look well, Y/N," Natalie said, her smile from earlier quickly fading.

"Are you okay? Do you have a headache? Maybe a stomach ache?" Misty jumped up to you as if your life depended on it.

"Get away from her, Misty. Y/N might need some space." Vanessa shook her head, and was just as concerned about you.

"I-it's okay…" you sniffed. "It's just… I couldn't convince them. I did everything I could, I begged as hard as I could, and they still refused me. You… you'll have to celebrate your victory at the nationals without me." your eyes sadly looked around at everyone. The shared sadness touched every girl present.

"Y/N… I'm so sorry." Lottie took your hands in hers, looking at you sadly, but Jackie quickly jumped up to her.

"How so? Do they not care at all that you want to fly with us?" she snorts, angry at your family. Being spoiled by her own parents, she did not understand this attitude, especially towards you.

"At least you will be here when we return." Taissa tried to find the positives, although she was disappointed too.

"It does not make much sense, she will not be able to share the joy of us taking the first place in the moment." Shauna said, shaking her head. There was silence between all of you. You were so upset that you didn't even notice how all the girls were looking at each other meaningfully and nodding silently. Suddenly Lottie ran a gentle hand down your cheek, took your chin.

"Don't be so upset, Y/N," Lottie said softly, looking soothingly into your eyes. "You know… in all this time that you've been part of our team, we've grown attached to you. You've always been so kind to us. I think we can come to an agreement and find a way to thank you properly."

You were very embarrassed, and suddenly you felt a little awkward. "I was just being myself, you don't have to do anything for me." You, of course, felt pleased. But you were surprised when you felt hands behind you, and out of the corner of your eye you could see blonde strands of hair, and then you heard the familiar voice of Nat, who decided to come up to you from behind.

"Don't be such a shy princess. Why don't you let us comfort you?" she almost purrs in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. It felt… oddly pleasant, like a wave of excitement had washed over you.

"I, um… I don't know… how are you going to do that?" you ask. You can already see and feel Misty wrap her arms around your right hand, stroking it, looking at you in awe.

"You see, Y/N, you have some kind of influence over all of us." Lottie continues. Jackie glares at Matthews, apparently annoyed that Lottie is in charge. While she's busy burning a jealous hole in someone else's body, Shauna approaches you, her hands stroking your neck, and you shiver, vaguely aware of where this is all heading.

"We feel an irresistible… attraction to you. It's hard for us to share you between us. Haven't you noticed how hard we try to please you?" Lottie asks, genuinely concerned. "And you still wouldn't give in to any of us. We tried to figure out what you wanted, but we failed every time. So we thought you'd have to try each one before you figured out which one of us you wanted to be with."

Your brain was already running out, and now that Van's hand was stubbornly touching your thigh, and Taissa was holding your waist, whispering something in your ear, you completely stopped thinking. You were surrounded by a crowd of girls with whom you spent all your free time so happily, and they were trying to get you all the time. Was it all of them? Each of them wanted you to be their girlfriend? These thoughts left you shocked and you didn't even know how close or far from the truth it was. You, of course, dreamed about them. About each of them at least once, though about some more than others. But for you it was not serious, you did nothing! Did they really want it that much?

You yourself do not notice how you let out a quiet sigh when Shauna kisses your neck. She does it roughly, as if she is having difficulty containing the desire that is accumulating in her. Shauna is silent, examining, analyzing and suppressing in herself, and then explodes like a time bomb. And now she wants to explode at any moment.

Misty's hand undoes the button of your pants in irritation, and Van and Taissa pull them down. You are brought back to reality, and you feel panicked. You were definitely not prepared for being undressed.

"W-wait, there's no need to go anywhere-" you break off with a groan. Nat, still standing and supporting you from behind, bites your ear, licks it, makes your sensitive earlobe wet. You sigh at the newness of this strange, disorienting sensation.

"Don't worry, sweet thing. Everything is going to be just fine." Natalie purrs, and you can't tell if she's stoned or not. Your pants are thrown to the floor. And then your panties. You are naked for all the girls, and they are looking at you so mesmerized, like this is the best thing they've ever seen in their lives. Even Jackie and Lottie, standing behind you, are watching you in awe.

This time, Van is first. Her tongue touches your already wet cunt, and she circles it, tasting you. You moan, and Natalie tugs your hair a little, exposing more of your neck. Taissa gives you a couple of loud slaps on your ass, interested in seeing your reaction. You shudder and your hips jerk, because you like it. Misty's hand goes under your shirt and gropes your breasts, pulling your nipples almost painfully, while Shauna leaves wet marks on your collarbone from her mouth, wanting to leave marks on you that will definitely last until their collective return from Nationals.

You are so turned on, and you feel stimulation from all sides. Your hand wants to reach for Van's red head, to press it harder, but Nat, watching you like a hawk, pulls you back.

"Let her do it herself." She whispers in your ear. You nod frantically, it's best not to argue with them. A few more movements of Van on your clit, her skillful tongue, which had probably done the same with Taisa before, could easily bring you to orgasm. You moaned more actively, your chest moved a hundred times more intensely, and then she pulled away.

"She's ready, Lottie." Van said, wiping her mouth. It was hard for you to understand what was happening, and you just whined, saddened that you were not allowed to come. For a moment, everyone broke away from you. Everyone was listening to Lottie.

"We'll help you after you help us, Y/N," Lottie says with a smile that sounds like she's some kind of prophet. "We've been waiting so long to get your attention. We think we deserve to come first. But I promise you won't regret it."

You nodded at her, mesmerized, but you felt like this wasn't quite the Lottie you knew. She was so mysterious, and you couldn't tell what was on her mind.

"Get away from her, all of you." Lottie commanded. "And you, Y/N, sit on your knees, please. Put something down so it won't hurt her to sit on the floor."

Van and Nat dutifully laid out their own jackets so your knees wouldn't hurt from what you were about to do. It was a pleasant moment of care. You obediently settled down on your knees in front of Lottie. You were literally being eaten with their eyes, and you were ready for what was to happen.

Lottie was already reaching for her shorts, but Jackie spoke up. "Sorry, Lottie… but I'll be the first." She said, raising her chin high. Jackie's voice was filled with nervous confidence, and she tried to withstand Lottie's and the other girls' piercing gaze. "I'm the captain of our team, and I want to be the first one to do this. What made you think you could lead?"

Lottie was silent, and you couldn't even understand what she was thinking right now. Then she nodded, and her voice was cold. "Okay. Be the first. But don't ruin it too soon."

You didn't understand the meaning of the words, but Jackie frantically replaced Lottie, pulled down her shorts, and the taste of her cunt quickly imprinted on your tongue. You didn't know what Jackie really wanted to achieve by this - to let you fuck her first or she just felt depressed because of how Lottie quickly took control and everyone, even Shauna, was ready to obey her. In any case, you didn't mind. You devotedly licked her pussy and tried to watch Jackie's reaction, just to please her. In your fantasies, you tried many times to make Jackie as good as you could. In your mind, Jackie was not the type to give - she liked to receive more, and if she had to be on top in your fantasies, she was so gentle and timid, afraid to make an extra move, that it only excited you more. But here she was — trying to have your whole mouth, like she had been fantasizing about it for so long that you were almost dizzy with the realization. Your drool and her juices were running down her thighs while she moaned, and the others were watching, some daring to stick their hands down their own shorts. A couple of minutes passed and Jackie came convulsively, sitting down on the bench. Now she wouldn’t object. She had no strength.

Shauna was next. She was never patient, not with what she liked - her hand grabbed your hair (no one protested, everyone decided she deserved it for scoring the final goal during the nationals qualifiers) and she pulled herself roughly-gently towards her vagina. Your eyes rolled back and you almost got lost in her thick dark pubic hair, but fuck, she was delicious and you were ready to continue as long as it took. You even forgot how to breathe sometimes - Shauna was a little rough, muttering something harshly under her breath and moaning, repeating your sweet name. She came quickly and took a step to the side, pulling up her shorts and retreating to the bathroom, apparently to rethink something.

Then there was Taissa… and Van. They were both allowed near you at the same time. You were dumbfounded, not knowing how to cope with taming two pussies at the same time, but you didn't even have time to wipe the saliva and cum from your mouth, as the red vagina was in your mouth. You had to change one pussy to the other every 15-20 seconds, trying to lick both like never before. You were forbidden to use your hands, but they both frantically encouraged you as best they could, while your tongue circled their clits, and the dirty noise filled the locker room, already filled with heat and languid sighs.

"You're holding up great, Y/N… Come on, help Van a little…" Taissa whispered, tearing you away from her pussy, because you stubbornly did not want to stop. However, upon hearing her order, you quickly set to work on Van, drawing a sigh of excitement from her, and ten seconds later, an orgasm. Taissa followed.

Then there was Nat. You licked your lips, ready to receive her. You were surprised that her pussy was shaved, maybe she was getting ready and wanted to please you? This thought caused a sweet warmth in you. And Nat's pussy tasted sweet too. You sucked on her clit, wanting to please her in a way that no guy had ever done. Natalie moaned surprisingly softly, and it excited you so much that there was almost no dry spot left in your panties. She let you use your hands, and you held her by the hips, because she was shaking while your wet tongue caressed her tender folds, and the hot air from her nose came straight to her pubis. Needless to say, Nat came quickly, but for some time she did not want to leave your mouth? Misty didn't even ask your permission. Her head was wrapped around yours, her fingers tangled in your soft hair, and she was holding you to her bushy pussy like she was dying without it. You were taken aback, but that didn't stop you from wanting to please her, even if her actions were met with disapproval from the other girls. No one wanted to be played with more roughly than the rest. You licked her, trying to please her as much as possible - Misty looked like she was not easy to please, but she was whispering so sweetly in your ear, praise and advice, that your arousal literally flowed out of your panties.

"Yes, t-that's it, Y/N… That's just perfect, oh, you're so beautiful. You're just an angel, a little perfection." She muttered selflessly, her glasses falling to the tip of her nose as she came loudly in your mouth.

You were exhausted, but Lottie was still there. She was the last one. You looked up at her, tired, sluggish, and excited. She gave you a quick smile, but there was undisguised triumph in her eyes. She had you after all. Did we mention that Lottie hated rejection and not getting what she wanted?

Lottie lifted your chin, gently stroked your hair and tidied it up, wiped the tears of pleasure from your eyelashes. She let you dive into her pussy yourself, start licking it yourself, as if you were in some kind of licking contest and were going to take first place there. She let you keep glancing at her, watching every movement of her moaning mouth and trembling hands, just to please her. Your heart was beating so fast and it was so hot and you wanted to please her so much, plunging your sweet tongue into her pussy over and over again, that you had a hard time holding on. Lottie took the longest, savoring every second and apparently holding herself back. Eventually she pulled your head away from her, pressed her pussy to your forehead and came, covering you even more with her wetness. You were all for it.

"You did well, Y/N. You love us so much, you were ready for everyone." Lottie said tiredly. She nodded to the girls, and they sat around you. "Now you've earned a reward, huh?" You nodded vigorously, needing release. You were so wet, and almost whining with excitement. Your head ended up in Shauna's lap, and Nat, Misty and Jackie quickly found themselves at your feet. Misty nibbled on your calves and thighs, often not hesitating to do it quickly and hard, while Jackie, on the contrary, licked them like a kitten, gently nipping at the sensitive skin. This crazy contrast made you breathe quickly and roll your eyes, and all for the sake of Shauna watching this cute picture. Nat touched your pussy with her tongue, her two fingers slid inside your wet cunt - after such a long abstinence, taking two fingers at once was not at all difficult. You moaned, letting them all work on you while the others watched. Natalie's tongue was trying so hard to please you, playfully sucking and pulling on your clit, playing with your labia and purposely quickly driving her fingers into you, wanting to bring you to the peak and play on you like guitar strings.

"We love you, Y/N, such a gift for us." Jackie purrs, watching Natalie fuck your helpless pussy.

"You're the best!" Misty agrees with a smile, biting you and licking it slobberily.

"All that's left is to cum." Shauna says calmly, not hiding her smirk, constantly keeping her eyes on herself. "Come on. Nat's mouth is waiting for it."

As if on cue, you spill into Natalie's mouth with a loud moan. Everyone exhales relaxedly, and Natalie cleans your pussy with her tongue. "You're just sweet, princess." She smirks at her own abilities.

You let yourself sink into the girls' arms, catching your breath. You don't know yet that later they'll help you get dressed, each of them will kiss you on the lips, and you'll tell them to talk about it after Nationals. In the end, you still can't seem to choose one. You love them all, and you're waiting for them to return to Wiskayok, safe and sound, with victory in hand.

[mirrored-muse]

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The wind rushed through the trees, carrying the sharp flurries of snow that stung against their skin. Natalie moved ahead, her bow slung loosely over her shoulder, scanning the vast land in front of the both of you for any sign of movement. The snowfall had started light that morning, just a light dust covering the already frozen ground, but now it was relentless, swallowing your tracks as soon as you made them.

Behind her, you trudged forward, snow crunching loudly beneath your feet, shivering as you wrapped your arms around yourself. Hunting with Natalie was never easy, but you hadn’t expected the storm to escalate so quickly.

“Anything?” You called out, barely able to hear your voice over the wind.

Natalie shook her head, eyes still locked on the trees ahead. “Not yet.”

You weren’t sure what you were asking about, hoping for a deer, a rabbit- anything you and Natalie could take back to the cabin.

After a few minutes, the wind begins to shift, sending an avalanche of snow and ice swirling around you. The cold cut through your clothes, through your skin, chilling you straight to the bone. You could barely see, immediately looking over at Natalie for direction, your breath coming in short, panicked gasps.

“Shit,” She muttered. “We need to find cover. Now.”

You nod eagerly, barely able to feel your limbs. Snow blurred your vision, your fingers too numb to even pull your coat tighter around you. You forced yourself to continue to move forward, relying on Natalie’s silhouette ahead of you to guide the way.

Natalie grips your wrist, fingers ice cold against your skin, pulling you forward, guiding you to the shelter she’d spotted.

“There.”

A cave. It was small, more of a hollow carved into the side of a rock formation, but it was shelter. Without hesitation, You stumbled inside alongside her, collapsing against the frozen ground as the storm raged on outside.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. Sitting beside each other trying to catch your breath as it came in short, uneven puffs, visible in the dim light. Nat pulled her knees to her chest, trying to warm herself, while You ran a hand through your snow-damp hair, letting out a soft sigh of relief.

“Could’ve been worse,” Natalie said finally, though there was a hint of a smirk at the corner of her lips.

You let out a breathless laugh. “Yeah? How?”

Natalie shrugged. “Could’ve been a bear in here.”

That shut you up fast, and Natalie let out a tired laugh, nudging her knee with yours. “Relax. We’re fine. Just gotta wait it out.”

You simply nod, trying to ignore the way your heart pounds a little faster than usual either from the cold or the way Natalie was looking at you, you weren’t sure.

The girl shifted beside you, her warmth pressing against your side. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to make the freezing cave feel a little less unbearable. You could hear her breathing, slow and steady now like she was trying to keep herself calm.

“You still awake?” she asked after a moment, her voice quieter than before.

You hummed in response, too exhausted to answer.

She was silent for a moment before she let out a soft sigh. “This storm fucking sucks.”

A tired smile tugged at your lips. “Tell me about it.”

You turned your head slightly, just enough to see her face in the dim light. Snow clung to strands of her bleached hair, melting into little droplets that ran down her cheeks. Her eyes were darker in the cave’s shadows, but they were focused on you now.

Slowly, carefully, she reached out, brushing a stray piece of hair away from your face. Her fingers were still cold, but her touch was gentle.

“You’re shaking,” she murmured.

“So are you,” you whispered back.

For a moment, neither of you moved. The storm still raged outside, the wind howling through the trees, but in here, in this tiny cave where it was just the two of you, everything else felt distant.

Then, before you could overthink it, you leaned in.

Natalie met you halfway, her lips cold but familiar, soft despite the bitter wind and exhaustion weighing down on both of you. The kiss was slow, and unhurried, like neither of you wanted to waste what little energy you had left. But there was something else, too- something desperate shared between you.

When you pulled back, she rested her forehead against yours, exhaling shakily.

“We need to stop almost dying every time we go hunting,” you murmured, trying to lighten the moment.

Natalie huffed a small laugh, her breath warm against your lips, pulling you in closer, tucking you against her like she was afraid to let go. You let yourself sink into her warmth, ignoring the ache in your limbs, the cold still biting at your skin.

Out there, beyond the cave, the storm was still strong.

But in here, with Natalie’s arms wrapped around you, listening to her steady heartbeat, you felt safe.

For now, that was enough.

[teliphone]

The Wilderness is Pleased

Lottie Matthews x Fem!Reader x Shauna Shipman 

Warning(s): Manipulation, Biting, Blood, Groping

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Lottie hands you the teacup with a soft look. You pause for a bit, feeling unsure.

This is not the first time you’ve drunk the special herb tea. You’re only doing it again because Lottie asked. Her face was so excited when she found out you could hear the wilderness. So, she asked you to listen to it again. You couldn’t say no to her face. You felt extremely proud that Lottie found you gifted, even though the tea made you feel paranoid and anxious afterwards. 

You lift your hands to grab onto the teacup. Lottie gives you an assuring and proud smile. She takes a seat next to you with watchful eyes. You examine the brown, warm liquid before looking up at her. She slowly nods her head, placing a finger underneath the cup. She gestures the cup up to your lips. The tip of the cup reaches between your lips, but you pause after hearing some branches snapping. You turn your head to the side to identify the person. 

Shauna reveals herself behind the trees. She silently analyzes you and Lottie. The cup between your hands catches her attention. 

“Can I join?” She breaks the silence. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion. Shauna never once believed in the wilderness’s presence. In fact, she called it bullshit. Why is she suddenly interested? Before you could ask her, Lottie stood up excitedly. 

“Of course. Come sit here,” She chirps and gestures to the empty spot next to you. She rushes to the fire pit and bends down to pick up the small bucket. She pours it out into another cup. While Lottie is busy doing that, Shauna takes a seat next to you, shoulders brushing against yours. Her face is emotionless, making it hard for you to read her. 

“I thought you didn’t believe in this,” You whisper. Shauna smiles and leans her body towards you, expressing comfort. She shrugs her shoulders. 

“Show me it’s true,” She whispers back. You blush and avert your attention back to the cup of tea. Deep down, you don’t know if it’s true. But Lottie has shown you so much, it’s hard not to believe. 

Lottie comes back and hands Shauna a cup. You watch her hold onto it and quickly bring it to her lips. She chugs the liquid down as if nothing. You widen your eyes at her confidence. Lottie breaks into a wide smile. Adrenaline was coursing through her body even though she didn’t take the drink. You wanted Lottie to be proud of you as well. You immediately follow after. Taking the bittersweet tea down your throat. You grimace at the taste as you place the teacup on the ground. Shauna breaks out into a soft laugh, revealing her teeth. You wipe your lips nervously. Lottie takes a seat in front of the two of you. Eagerness and hope were written all over her face. 

The three of you wait for the tea to kick in. It doesn’t take that long before the two of you start to feel it. You feel your head swaying every time you look around. An annoying buzzing sound reaches your ear. You clench your fist and squeeze your eyes. 

“It’s happening,” Lottie whispers. The buzzing becomes louder, causing you to hyperventilate. You jerk your head around wildly, trying to find the source of the sound. Lottie rushes to your side, her hands touching your thighs. 

“Tell me, what do you hear?” She questions worriedly. 

“I-I don’t know,” You stammer. 

“Listen closer… come on. I know you can,” Lottie assures. She brings her hands up to gently brush your hair. Suddenly, you feel another hand on top of yours. Calloused fingertips rub your knuckles. You look up to see Shauna’s dark brown eyes staring deep into yours. 

“…I hear it,” She breathes out. You slightly widen your eyes. Did It choose Shauna? You frown and close your eyes to focus. No, this can’t be. You must hear it too. 

“What does it say, Shauna?” Lottie asks, still brushing your hair. Shauna licks her lips as she hesitates. 

“It wants me to taste her sweet nectar,” Shauna reveals, eyes dilating. Deep inside, she was lying. She didn’t hear shit. Yes, the tea made her feel loopy and buzzed, but she was still kinda sober. Truthfully, she was only here for you. She knew the advantages she would get. She saw how the last time you were here, Lottie made a bite mark on you. It gave her a brilliant idea. 

You slowly lift your head to look at Shauna. Your head starts to throb and you wince. Maybe you’ve been drinking too much of this tea. 

“Whose nectar?” you manage to say. The words coming out of your mouth don't even make sense. 

“Yours,” Shauna answers. You feel your body freeze and the buzzing noises stop. You carefully look around to make sure the buzzing will come back. It doesn’t. You could only hear the soft gust of wind rustling against the leaves. 

Shauna must be right. That could only explain why the throbbing pain and noises disappeared. The wilderness wanted this moment to happen. 

Lottie seems to understand and reaches down to touch your other hand. She squeezes your palm, making you glance up at her. 

“This is what it wants. Obey it,” She assures, nodding her head. You slowly follow her gesture by nodding your head too. Anything for the wilderness… anything for Lottie. Shauna places her hands underneath your jaw and turns your attention to her. Her lips curve into a small smirk. 

Shauna leans forward, gently capturing your lips against hers. You quickly flutter your eyes shut. Her plump lips move slowly, making your heart pound loudly. You feel Lottie rubbing your knuckles in a soothing tempo. You let out a small pant, making Shauna deepen the kiss. Her thumb continually rubs your lower jaw. 

Shauna starts kissing down your neck, her warm tongue brushing against your skin. You tilt your head back, allowing her more access. Lottie presses her face into your hair.

“Good girl… Let it happen,” She whispers sweetly. Shauna kisses down to the space between your neck and shoulders. Her tongue runs against it before grinding her teeth against your skin. You bring your hands up to hold her head. Suddenly, her teeth start nipping at your skin. You cry out in pain and thrash around. Lottie tightens her hold on you, keeping you still. Shauna moans once your blood coats her tongue. She continues shamelessly sucking and licking, nearly getting drunk. Her tongue and saliva burn your broken skin. She pulls away from you with a smile. Your blood coats her lips and drips to her chin. Lottie’s breathing starts becoming heavy. 

“Thank you for your blessings,” Lottie hums, catching her breath. Shauna slowly licks her lips and chuckles. She stands up and begins to remove her flannel. She drops the flannel onto the ground and pulls her shirt by the neck. She grabs a knife out of her pocket. She lifts it, making you shake in fear, until you watch her slice her skin below the neck. You analyze how her blood runs down and soaks her shirt. 

“Your turn,” She orders. You hesitate again, but Lottie puts her hand out. She pulls you up to stand, one hand on your waist, the other on your head. Without saying anything, she pushes your head down to meet Shauna’s cut. You shut your eyes and nervously stick out your tongue. Her blood tastes metallic and feels warm. You force yourself to bite and suck harder. She moans loudly, buckling her hips into your body. She wraps her hand around your head and pulls you closer. 

“Devore me,” She moans. Your mind spins as you continue biting. You continue kissing her skin for a bit longer till you feel Lottie gently tugging you away. 

“That’s… enough. It says that’s good enough,” Lottie says. You stare at the wet red mess on Shauna’s neck. You shake in shock. No way you just did that. Lottie slides her hand underneath your jaw to make you look at her. Her eyes are extremely dilated. More than you have ever seen, and she didn’t even drink the special tea. She leans her face down and kisses you deeply and gently. Her sneaky hands begin to roam over your body. You feel one hand running down and groping your bottom while the other grips your hair. She moans and chuckles in the kiss from tasting the shared blood. 

Shauna curses under her breath at the scene. The view of you two sharing bloody kisses is so hot to her. She walks up behind you, leaning her lips to your shoulders. She starts kissing and gently biting again. Her hands move up to grope your chest. 

You moan and cry from the feeling of two girls having their way with you. Hums and praises were released from both of their lips. The wind blows harder, making the leaves scatter beneath your feet. The wilderness is pleased.

[gtgbabie0]

⋆⁺ ✮⋆⁺ Wilderness!Lottie Matthews x Reader

Synopsis: {Headcannons loosely based on this request} AN: I say loosely because I got so carried away with this, sorry. I love her sm. Thank you for the request annon. !!-18-!! towards the end.

♡︎ Lottie was attached to your hip from the moment she first met you—you were the new girl in the neighbourhood who moved in from out of town. There was just something about your energy she absolutely adored, and the pair of you immediately clicked together like puzzle pieces!

♡︎ You two soon became inseparable— wherever Lottie was you were and vice versa. The rest of the Yellowjackets have an absolute field day making fun of you and the whole ‘codependency’ thing you two have going on.

♡︎ Sleepovers were a constant thing— Lottie always went all out, like above and beyond. Daddy’s money paid for fancy face masks and other self-care stuff that cost what should be considered an illegal amount, matching pj’s, rented DVDs, nail polish, etc… etc.

♡︎ She borderline spoils you. Birthdays or a random ass Tuesday morning it didn’t matter to Lottie. You were her best friend so why wouldn’t she want to appreciate you?— or steal the occasional item here and there because it was literally made for you so duh you just have to have it!

♡︎ Lottie splurged extra hard on one particular piece of jewellery— it was a bracelet, a pretty rose gold colour encrusted with the most beautiful gems that twinkled oh so prettily with a matching one in a slightly different colour. As soon as she had seen the set she immediately thought of you.

♡︎ It was worth all the trouble, seeing your eyes light up in surprise— the “Oh Lot I can’t take this, this looks so expensive.” That flies from your lips, it makes her so happy and she immediately shakes off your worries with a gentle, “Don’t be silly, we’re matching now.”

♡︎ You go to every single one of Lottie's games whether they were away or at home and each and every time she’d be looking out for you in the stands— a smile so wide it hurts her cheeks, watching you jump up and down, waving at her with a Yellowjacket painted on your cheek.

♡︎ Lottie soon came to the devastating realisation that she felt a whole lot more than just friendship towards you after she won a game and you came rushing out onto the pitch with everyone else— beelining to her to congratulate her. It makes her head spin.

♡︎ Her heart has never pounded against her ribcage so violently before, the feeling of your arms wrapping around her tightly. It almost took her out— she doesn’t know if she’s shaking from the adrenaline or the fact that you’re so close to her, wearing her number, her jersey, in her team colours.

♡︎ Lottie really wanted to kiss you the night before they left for nationals. After the party when everyone else had left and the pair of you were sitting in your car outside of her house— your fingers drumming nervously against the car wheel. You looked so pretty, with gloss on your lips that she desperately wanted to kiss off as you went on about how much of a bust the party was— she wasn’t even listening.

♡︎ But unfortunately she totally chickens out and spends the entire night completely torn up over it— the poor girl didn’t get a wink of sleep.

♡︎ You weren’t even meant to be on that plane— but you were the photographer for the school's paper and they wanted you to snap some shots for the team during nationals so there you were, sitting next to Lottie, pinky curled around her own as she tries to calm your nerves.

♡︎ The crash had really taken everything out of you— the first day wasn’t bad, you clung to naive hope that you would be rescued— you clung to Lottie who made sure you were eating the rations and drinking water, changed the bandage on your palm and wrapped extra blankets around your shoulders during the nights, but then the days turned to weeks.

♡︎ It felt like everyone had embraced different roles with ease whereas you kinda just floated around— flitting between just sitting there with a blank expression to doing an odd job here and there with the least amount of effort, trying to not be seen as a deadweight.

♡︎ It scared her more than she’d like to admit, watching the light slowly dwindle away from your usually bright eyes— your attitude doing a complete one-eighty from normal. It only made her hold you extra tightly as you slept, whispering soft affirmations against your shoulder. “We’ll be okay.” Reassuring herself just as much as you.

♡︎ She felt so helpless just watching you retreat in your own head— you didn’t speak much to anyone and Lottie only got a few sentences out of you, little victories she’d call them. “Hey, come braid my hair?” She’d ask softly, nudging your shoulder in hopes the task might keep you grounded, anything to get you out of your own head. “Mhm, yeah, kay.” The smile that ghosts over your lips is enough for her. And for a few short moments, it almost felt like a sleepover again, one big fucked up sleepover as you weave the damp locks of her dark hair into a braid.

♡︎ Lottie got you to do a little bit more than just what was expected of you— helping you wash clothes and so on because she didn’t want the other girls to start berating you. “I’m sorry.” your words were nothing short of guilty, a dejection in your eyes that pained her. “Hey, it’s fine. You’re fine.” She’d always reassure you.

♡︎ She’d watch you sketch out the surrounding landscape— cheek resting against your shoulder marvelling at the way you drag the pencil across the paper. Those sketches would soon help make a map that Natalie and Travis became reliant on, it was one of the tiny ways you helped out. Plus it was fun, you enjoyed it— mostly enjoyed the way Lottie would sit right up next to you praising your work beneath her breath.

♡︎ The cabin could be suffocating at times so the pair of you would take walks— enjoying the nature and peace that it brought despite the rough times. Mostly she just liked to admire you, watching you pluck wildflowers to decorate the cabin. “Those a pretty.” Her voice would be impossibly gentle, always with you, her fingertips brushing past yours. “You’d suit them,” she adds in a whisper, tucking the flower behind your ear and all you can do is stutter out a soft— “O-Oh thank you.”

♡︎ The one thing Lottie couldn’t handle was you being distant— drawing away from her, she would call you out on it. “You’re acting strange.” She would state as if you hadn’t been acting ‘strange’ since the crash. Her words only make you scoff, shaking your head. “Yeah, no shit. Look around Lot, we’re fucked.” The quiver in your tone dismantles her into something much more gentle, her hands reaching out for yours to stop you from sharpening the hunting knife. “We’ll get through it, just— just please stop pushing me away, I need you.” She practically pleads with you, squeezing your hands a little tighter as her soft, brown eyes tear up slightly. You nod with a shaky sigh, “I need you too Lottie.” She doesn’t hesitate to pull you into a hug, face pressed into your neck with a mumbled, “I’ve got you.”

♡︎ You’re the only person she really trusts, she would spend all night talking to you about her ‘Visions’ and you’d soothe her— hand over her heart guiding her through breaths. “You— You can feel it too, right?” She asks, trembling. “Yeah, I feel it, Lot. I feel it.” And you did, you felt it through her. Something at least.

♡︎ Lots of late nights, your head resting in her lap as she plays with your hair— it was during these times that your voice would find you again, if only briefly. “I’m scared Lottie.” The words muffled against her thigh. She brushes her thumb over your jaw, making you look up at her. “Don’t be. It loves you, it’ll protect you. I promise.” and you trust her.

♡︎ Lottie would give you little trinkets to keep you safe. It brought you impossibly closer and you believed it was the only reason you kept surviving through each day, that Lottie was the only reason.

♡︎ She had a whole morning routine with you, she literally couldn’t start her day off without it— otherwise, she wouldn’t stop worrying about you even if you spend the whole day practically attached to her. “What do you hear?” Her hand was warm, clasped around your own. “The firewood, crackling, it’s like an applause,” you reply, thumb caressing over her knuckles slowly.

♡︎ It all became so different one morning— it happened after a particularly rough night and Lottie really just needed to feel closer to you more than ever. “What do you feel?” Her voice was low, calm as always yet now twinged with a certain edge— her forehead resting against your own. “You, I feel you, your breaths… it’s comforting.” Your words are hushed, breathing intermingling. “I feel you too. I always feel you.”

♡︎ The pair of you leaned in until your lips met, the kiss was slow— tender. “Lottie—” you whisper, her hands immediately cupping your face, mouth chasing after yours with a feverish, “I know…” as she deepens the kiss.

♡︎ Lottie quickly became utterly addicted, hooked on the taste of your lips and any excuse was a good one when it came to sneaking you out of your chores. You would be trying to hang up the washing when her arms would snake around your waist, lips grazing along the sensitive curve of your jaw— “It’s calling for you, the wilderness, it needs you.” whispered hotly against your neck.

♡︎ You’re all hers no matter the cheap excuse— she was just too damn good at convincing you and kissing you.

♡︎ Lottie would ‘bless’ you in her own unique way down in the lake— her thumb pricked and pearling with blood that she rubs across your forehead, a pattern you couldn't see. “Nothing will hurt you.” It’s a statement, a promise, that she seals by pressing her bloody thumb to your lips, dragging it across the pillowy flesh, before kissing you— the coppery taste only urges her to deepen the kiss.

♡︎ Blessings to the wilderness would just be her laying you down beneath the craved-out tree stump— her face between your thighs making come undone on her tongue and fingers over and over again until the ‘wilderness’ was sated— although it was never truly sated, it was a bottomless pit when it came to you.

♡︎ The codependency jokes from before the plane crash were never truer— you definitely got some snide comments from the girls especially during the colder, rougher days when everyone was really feeling the hunger. Lottie wouldn’t hesitate to immediately step up for you with furrowed brows and a curled lip— “Back off.” bared teeth and a wild glossiness glazing over her big brown eyes.

♡︎ Sometimes they get to you because a part of you— deep down knows what they say is true. You were dependent on Lottie, more than you even realise. She comforts you whenever their comments stab a little harder than usual. “They’re right, Lot. I’m useless— I don’t do shit.” you sigh, face pressed against her shoulder as her hand caresses your back slowly. “Sshh, they don’t know anything— they’ll understand soon, how important you are.” She gives you a caring smile, pressing a lingering kiss to the corner of your mouth and it's enough to make you feel better.

♡︎ There are times when you don’t understand her, but it’s the blind trust that keeps you by her side without question—a trust that she’ll keep you safe no matter what happens, and it makes all this a lot more bearable.

[rainyhideoutnight]

spit roast with tfem lottienat <3. cw. blowjob, breeding, p in v sex, lots of cum, praise, degradation, slight dacryphilia. dom!lottie, dom!nat, sub!reader. mdni.

"are you ready?" lottie mutters once she pulls away from the kiss, her body pressed against your front. nat's standing behind you, littering kisses along your neck as her hands hungrily grope whatever skin she can reach.

you're all still fully clothed, but you can feel the heat in the room. they both want you, that's clear, you can feel it with how tightly they're pressing their bodies against yours, sandwiching you, making you feel how hard they both are.

"yeah." you murmur, voice shaky as your underwear soaks through with excitement. nat seems particularly impatient, due to how she's rubbing her bulge against your ass. she cups your cheek and tilts your head to the side to kiss you passionately, lottie shivering at the sight. "c'mon, let's get you out of these." nat orders after she pulls away. you feel two pairs of hands slowly taking off your clothes, piece by piece, treating you as if you were made out of porcelain. their perfectly synchronized movements only serve to arouse you further, your heart beating out of your chest once you're completely naked and they start taking their clothes off too.

you climb on the bed to get on your hands and knees. lottie kneels in front of you and nat gets behind you. from this position lottie looks even bigger than you expected. she seems to pick up on your nervousness, and cups your cheek with her hand to make you look at her. "relax, baby. i'll take it slow, okay? tap my thigh if it's too much." she says soothingly, to which you nod.

nat teases the tip of her cock on your entrance, not pushing in yet, staring at you as you lick a stripe up lottie's cock before wrapping your lips around the tip, gaining a groan from lottie. "god yes, take more of it, baby." she urges softly, and you start bobbing your head back and forth to slowly get more of her into your mouth. she's cooing and guiding you through it so softly that you feel yourself getting even wetter than before. nat can't take it anymore and pushes her hips forward, slamming into you to the hilt, moaning lowly. you cry out around lottie at the sudden intrusion, the vibrations making her hiss in pleasure, but she scolds her. "nat, be gentle."

nat just grunts in response, starting a rough pace that has your whole body rocking forward, as her hands grip your hips tight enough to leave finger imprints. "fuck, she feels so good, lottie. so fucking tight." she groans as she pounds into you, trying your best not to choke on lottie everytime nat delivers a particular hard thrust. lottie has her eyes on you all the time, moaning lowly as you keep sucking her and moaning around her. she threads her fingers through your hair, touching you gently, as you look up at her with big eyes. "you're taking us so well, baby. such a good girl."

meanwhile, nat's having the time of her life. you clench so deliciously around her shaft that she's having a hard time controlling herself, panting wildly as her tip hits your cervix with each thrust. the room is filled with a dirty symphony of nat's grunts, lottie's moans, the sound of skin slapping against skin and your muffled whimpers. it doesn't take you long to tip closer to your orgasm, due to all the attention you're receiving, as well as nat.

she brings her hand down to flick your clit from side to side, bringing you closer to the edge as her thrusts get sloppier and her voice gets whinier. "please— oh god, please come with me baby." it's her tone what finally breaks you, and your orgasm rips through you with a loud moan, gushing around her cock. nat's front slumps on your back as her hips give shallow little thrusts, pumping her sticky cum inside you as her teeth sink into your shoulder to muffle her cries. after you've come down from your high, lottie slips out of your mouth to let you take a breath, still incredibly hard.

your breath's still shaky as nat sits up and pulls out, watching with bated breath as her cum dribbles out of your hole, before they switch places. "hey, you okay?" nat asks softly, to which you nod, bringing your face closer to her crotch to start kissing her inner thighs right beside her soft cock.

lottie grabs the base of her cock and pushes the droplets of cum that drip down your folds back into your hole with her tip, also teasing it in before pulling back repeatedly, her free hand fondling the flesh of your ass. you whimper against nat's skin at your own sensitivity from the orgasm, and the sight is enough for nat to make her cock twitch again already.

"she's such a slut, isn't she, lott?" nat says in her raspy voice, amused by your need to please them. lottie hums in response, before finally sinking down inside you slowly. "so eager too." lottie muses in a deep voice.

you whine at the feeling of being stretched out once more, the sensation of lottie so deep inside you making you feel a little dizzy. nat fists your hair to press your face closer to her cock slick with your arousal, giving you an encouraging look. you silently comply, wrapping your lips around the tip and sucking gently, while your hand strokes the rest of her to get her hard again, as lottie starts moving in deep, slow thrusts.

lottie tries to be gentle, to take it slow, she really does, but she gives in more and more to her pleasure as your hole hugs her cock just right. her hands spread your legs even more, now splitting you apart with each thrust. "oh fuck, such a perfect pussy, i can't wait to fill you up too." lottie moans breathlessly behind you, as nat pushes your head further down making you gag on her hard cock, your eyes watering.

you feel completely defenseless as they both use your holes, your head clouded with pleasure. lottie plunging your hole, nat bobbing your head up and down, their sinful sounds of pleasure — you can't even think straight, your mind set on being good for them and taking it all.

you feel so close already, so close to the edge, that your walls clench tightly around lottie, making her moan loudly. "yeah, you're so close, i can tell. let go for me baby, just like that." she encourages softly, her voice sweet like syrup but breathless from exertion, as her hand snakes your lower tummy and presses down to where her bulge is, the action making you instantly tumble into another orgasm. you cry out as a few tears run down your rosy cheeks, the knot on lottie's abdomen finally snapping as she sinks balls-deep, emptying her heavy cream inside you with a sinful groan. the sight is too much for nat and a few seconds later she shoots her load into your throat, before pulling you away from her cock by the hair to paint your face with a couple spurts of cum.

lottie remains inside you for a bit longer, panting and shaking, as you rest your head down on the soft blanket, your heart pounding in your chest and your body completely exhausted.

lottie finally pulls out gently to let you catch your breath, pulling you down on the bed with her to spoon you from behind. nat stands up to walk out of the room for a moment, returning with a rag in hand. she kneels down in front of you and gently wipes away the mess off your face. "are you okay? was that too much?" she then asks softly, putting down the rag aside to lay down and cuddle you, once again leaving you in the middle. you shake your head, closing your eyes as you let them pamper you. "i'm okay. that was good." you murmur, feeling lottie press soft kisses on the back of your neck, as nat's hands caress your sides.

you'd gladly be in the middle of them anytime.

a/n. thanks for all the support guys love yall <3

[atlasthegreatest]

Where the Quiet Lives / Charlotte Matthews x Farmer! Female Reader

After being rescued from the wilderness, Charlotte Matthews is placed in a psychiatric hospital by her well-off, emotionally distant parents. When she’s finally released, they send her to stay in the countryside to keep her out of sight—out of the news, out of their lives. That’s where she meets Y/n Bennett— a tall, strong, and quiet woman who lives on a remote farm, working as a beekeeper and farmer.

Warnings: None. Slow burn.

Word count: 3955

A/n: I started watching Yellowjacket a few days ago and completely fell in love with Lottie (I mean, come on… look at her big brown eyes! Who wouldn't fall in love with them?)

The air smelled like clover and smoke when Charlotte stepped out of the car. The sun was low, casting honey-colored light over the fields, and her parents didn’t linger. They barely looked at her. Just a short, stiff hug from her mother, then the car door shut, and they were gone.

She stood there with her duffel bag in hand, watching dust settle behind their tires. The farmhouse was modest, a bit weather-worn, with ivy curling up the side and bees humming somewhere nearby. A fence bordered the property, and golden rows of crops rolled into the distance. It was quiet in a way that made Charlotte feel like she’d stepped into a dream.

Then she saw her.

Y/n was standing a few yards away, tall and still as an old tree, arms crossed loosely over her chest. Her overalls were faded, her hands stained with soil, hair tucked messily under a bandana. She didn’t smile, not exactly—but her eyes were kind. Soft. Steady.

Charlotte’s first thought was that the woman looked like she belonged to the earth. Her second thought was that she was the first person who hadn’t looked at her like she was breakable.

“Hi,” she said. Her voice felt small. Out of practice.

Y/n nodded, slow and deliberate. “Charlotte, right?”

The tall brunette nodded.

Y/n gestured toward the porch with a slight tilt of her head. “You’ll be staying in the room upstairs. I figured you’d want time to settle in.”

No interrogation. No tiptoeing. “No, How are you feeling, Lottie? Do you still see things?” Just a simple offer, grounded in silence.

Charlotte followed the tall woman inside, the wooden boards creaking under her steps. The house was cool and smelled faintly of honey and lavender. Everything felt… rooted. Like this place wasn’t rushing anywhere.

“You can help with the hives in the morning,” Y/n said once she dropped her bag by the bed. “If you’re up for it.”

“I’d like that.”

Y/n nodded again like she believed her.

———————

The first few days were a rhythm of quiet work and softer mornings. Y/n didn’t ask her about the hospital. Y/n didn’t bring up the crash. And Y/n didn’t pry when she flinched at the sound of distant thunder or when her hands shook while pouring tea.

Instead, the tall woman handed her gloves when it was time to check the hives. Y/n taught her how to move slowly, and how bees didn’t fear her if she was calm. Charlotte never realized how soothing the buzz of life could be. She liked watching Y/n work—how she handled every frame like it was sacred.

“You don’t talk much,” the tall brunette said one afternoon, brushing a honey-streaked strand of hair from her cheek.

Y/n gave a small shrug. “Words don’t always help.”

Charlotte looked at the other woman for a long time. “Yeah,” she said quietly. “They really don’t.”

———————

Weeks passed.

Y/n noticed how the brunette started humming when she fed the chickens. How she lingered outside during golden hour, closing her eyes like the sun was something she missed more than anything. How she’d steal glances at her when she thought she wasn’t looking.

Y/n started setting aside her favorite tea in the mornings. And in return, Charlotte started placing fresh-picked lavender on her windowsill.

One evening, when the sky was blushing with the last light of day, Y/n found the brunette out near the hives. She wasn’t wearing gloves. Just standing barefoot in the grass, letting the bees dance around her hands.

“They’re not afraid of me,” Charlotte whispered, voice tinged with awe. “It’s like… they know I’m not dangerous anymore.”

Y/n stepped beside her, careful not to disturb the moment.

“I don’t think you ever were,” she said softly.

Lottie turned to look at the taller woman then, eyes wide and open in a way Y/n hadn’t seen before. Vulnerable. Hopeful. A little lost.

Y/n didn’t say anything else. Just reached out and gently tucked a strand of hair behind the brunette’s ear.

Charlotte didn’t flinch.

She leaned into her touch.

And for the first time in a long time, Charlotte Matthews believed maybe she could be more than what the world tried to make of her.

———————-

Charlotte started waking up earlier.

At first, it was from the nightmares—shadows from a life she no longer talked about. But after a while, it wasn’t fear that pulled her out of bed. It was the promise of routine, of stillness, of something real.

It was Y/n Bennett.

She’d find her out in the field, tall and silent in the morning fog, silhouetted against rows of dew-soaked crops. Sometimes she’d already be tending the beehives, moving with a kind of grace she didn’t associate with strength. Charlotte liked how the woman didn’t break the silence just to fill it. She let it breathe.

Some mornings, Charlotte would sit on the back steps with a cup of tea Y/n had left for her. She’d watch as the woman moved among the hives with bare forearms and a slow, steady rhythm. Y/n always seemed unbothered by the sting of the world.

Maybe that’s what drew her to Y/n—how nothing rattled her, not even her.

The first time Y/n touched her by accident, it was so casual she nearly cried.

Y/n was reaching for a crate of wildflower seedlings in the greenhouse. She’d gone to grab one too, and their hands brushed. Her skin tingled like a struck chord. Y/n didn’t pull away—just looked at her, warm and steady—and kept moving.

No fear. No questions. No pity.

That night, she stood on the porch long after Y/n had gone inside, watching fireflies drift lazily through the grass. The moon hung low, heavy and yellow.

The tall woman had left a jar of lavender honey on her nightstand with a note in her messy, minimal handwriting:

Try it on toast. Good for sleep.

Charlotte smiled at it for far too long.

———————

Some days were harder. There were mornings when Charlotte couldn’t look at herself in the mirror. She still heard the forest sometimes—in her head, in her bones. She hated how easily silence could turn into memory.

But on those days, Y/n seemed to know. She wouldn’t say anything, but she’d place her tea on the railing instead of the kitchen counter, so she wouldn’t have to come in. Or she’d let her work in the greenhouse alone, trusting that solitude would settle her.

Y/n made space for her without vanishing. That mattered more than anything.

And Charlotte found herself watching the tall woman more than she meant to—watching how the sunlight made her skin glow golden when she worked in the field, or how her voice, low and gravelly, could coax nervous animals into calm.

Y/n Bennett was strength without force. Softness without weakness. And everything she hadn’t known she needed.

———————

It wasn’t until the thunderstorm that she saw Y/n shake.

The wind picked up fast, and the sky cracked open with a vengeance. Y/n was moving the hives under cover, fast but careful. Charlotte ran out to help, already soaked, her braid clinging to her neck.

A bolt of lightning struck close—too close—and for a split second, Y/n’s breath hitched. She flinched.

Charlotte saw it. The way Y/n’s hands trembled just barely. How her jaw clenched, like she was keeping something in.

Without thinking, she reached for Y/n’s arm.

“It’s okay,” she said softly. “I’m here.”

Y/n blinked down at her—rain dripping from her lashes, her broad shoulders rising with each slow breath—and nodded.

It was the first time she leaned into Charlotte’s touch.

After the hives were safe, they both stood on the porch, soaked and shivering. Charlotte handed her a towel. Y/n draped her over the brunette's shoulders instead.

“You did good,” she murmured.

“So did you,” Charlotte replied.

Neither of them moved for a while. The air smelled like ozone and damp earth. Charlotte’s shoulder brushed against Y/n’s arm.

It was such a small thing, but her heart ached with how big it felt.

That night, Y/n left the porch light on for her.

Charlotte left a beeswax candle outside Y/n’s door with a tiny pressed flower sealed into the wax.

Neither of them said anything about it the next morning.

But when their fingers lingered a little longer as Y/n passed her the gloves, Charlotte noticed.

And when her smile reached her eyes for the first time in weeks, Y/n noticed too.

And it was the most beautiful smile she had ever seen.

———————-

Charlotte didn’t talk much about her parents.

Y/n never asked. She didn’t need to.

Y/n saw it in the way she’d stiffened when a car rolled down the gravel road. In the way Charlotte hesitated before placing anything of hers on shared shelves, like she didn’t quite believe she was allowed to leave fingerprints here. Or in the way, her fingers twitched at the sound of a phone ringing.

The brunette never got calls. But she checked the receiver sometimes anyway as if bracing herself.

The garden bloomed late that season. A soft rebellion against the usual rhythm of things.

Charlotte spent more time in it than anywhere else, hands in the soil, hair braided back in loose patterns she barely remembered learning. Y/n sometimes finds her kneeling between rows of carrots, humming quietly, eyes closed like she is praying or remembering. The brunette told her once that the air tasted cleaner here—less like judgment, more like second chances.

Y/n didn’t know what the brunette had been told about herself before she came here. But she knew how long it had taken Charlotte to meet her eyes without flinching. How she still apologized when she dropped a spoon, bumped her arm, or took up space.

Y/n wanted to shake whoever made Charlotte feel like she had to be sorry for existing.

But instead, she kept showing up. Quietly. Steadily. Like gravity.

———————-

One afternoon, Y/n came in from mending a fence with her shoulder bruised and a gash across her knuckles. Nothing serious, but Charlotte caught her wrist before she could wave it off.

“Sit,” the brunette said, more command than suggestion. Y/n raised a brow. But Charlotte stared her down. “Don’t make me get salt water.”

Y/n quickly sat down.

Charlotte cleaned her hand with practiced care—gentle but focused. Her touch was light, but her eyes were sharp, searching for pain Y/n wouldn’t admit to. The brunette didn’t look away when she looked at her. Didn’t smile, either.

But her thumb lingered a beat too long against Y/n’s palm. She wrapped the bandage slowly, almost delicately. When she was done, she didn’t move away.

“You should take better care of yourself,” Charlotte murmured.

Y/n tilted her head slightly. “You are.”

The brunette blinked. A small intake of breath.

Her hand stayed wrapped around Y/n’s wrist a moment longer, then let go.

The silence that followed was thick—not uncomfortable, but charged. They both sat there on the back steps, Charlotte’s fingers still warm against Y/n’s skin even after she pulled away.

That evening, a letter arrived.

Y/n found it half-buried in the kitchen drawer. Unopened. No name on the envelope, just careful handwriting and a return address in the city.

Y/n didn’t ask. She didn’t mention it.

But the next morning, Y/n found the brunette by the greenhouse with that same envelope in her lap, unopened. Her face was unreadable. Her fingers fidgeted with the edge of the paper.

The brunette didn’t notice her until she knelt beside her in the grass.

Charlotte glanced up, surprised. “I wasn’t—”

“You don’t owe anyone anything,” Y/n said quietly.

Charlotte’s eyes flicked back down to the letter. “They think they still have some say. Like… if they write the right words, it’ll undo everything.”

Y/n didn’t respond right away. Just let the wind carry her breath.

“They sent me away,” the brunette added, voice low. “Not because they thought it would help. But because I embarrassed them. Because I scared them. And now they act like I’m healed, like I’m fixed, but they haven’t changed. They’re just… quiet about it now.”

Y/n’s jaw tightened, but her voice stayed even. “They don’t know you.”

Charlotte turned to the tall woman. There was something raw in her gaze, something trembling just beneath the surface. “Do you?”

The question could’ve been sharp. Defensive. But it wasn’t. It was honest.

Y/n reached out and gently brushed a stray curl behind her ear.

“I’m trying to,” she said. “And I think you’re letting me.”

Charlotte didn’t say anything. Just leaned into Y/n’s hand—barely, barely. A soft pressure, like a whisper against her palm.

And then she nodded. Once.

That night, Charlotte left the envelope in the fireplace.

Y/n didn’t ask her what it said.

But she sat beside Charlotte as the flames took it apart.

The next morning, Charlotte touched her back as she passed in the kitchen. Just a hand pressed lightly between Y/n’s shoulder blades. A thank-you. A question. A tether.

Y/n didn’t say anything. Just placed a warm cup of tea in her hands and let the moment be what it was.

———————

Y/n always knew Charlotte was observant—she noticed bees before they stung, clouds before they gathered, and tension before they spoke.

But it was different now. Charlotte wasn’t just watching the world; she was learning how to belong to it again.

And more and more, she watched Y/n.

Sometimes when Y/n was chopping vegetables or carrying firewood, Charlotte would glance up from her place by the stove or from across the porch and look at the tall woman like she was still trying to believe she was real. Like she couldn’t quite wrap her head around someone who existed without expectation or performance.

Y/n never pushed. She never chased. She just let her come closer, one step at a time.

The first time Charlotte touched Y/n’s hand intentionally, it was barely anything at all.

They were sitting together on the porch, watching fireflies bloom in the tall grass. The cicadas were loud, the sky bruised with twilight, and Charlotte’s knee was already pressed close to Y/n’s. Then, quietly, carefully, her pinky hooked around Y/n’s index finger.

Not holding.

Just touching.

Y/n didn’t move. She didn’t speak.

Y/n let her stay.

And that tiny tether between their hands held more weight than any kiss Charlotte had ever been given.

———————-

It became a rhythm—unspoken but growing.

Charlotte brought Y/n wildflowers tucked into her tool belt.

Y/n left honey-dipped shortbread on the brunette’s pillow when she had hard nights.

Charlotte stood closer when she didn’t know what to say.

Y/n brushed the dirt from the brunette’s cheek without asking.

And one night, without warning, Charlotte followed Y/n outside after dinner, barefoot, hair still damp from her bath. The air smelled like turned soil and cool smoke.

“I didn’t used to like quiet,” she said suddenly, standing beside Y/n under the stars. “I thought if I stopped talking, the thoughts would win.”

Y/n didn’t speak. Just waited.

“But now… here, with you… it’s like the quiet has a heartbeat. It doesn’t drown me. It grounds me.”

Y/n turned slightly, meeting the brunette’s gaze. Charlotte’s eyes were glassy, but she wasn’t crying. She looked… full. Like something inside her had finally unclenched.

Y/n didn’t reach for her. She didn’t have to.

Charlotte stepped forward first, tucking her head against the woman’s chest, arms wrapping around her waist. Small. Needing.

And Y/n—taller, broader—folded around the brunette like a shield. Like she’d been made to hold her and nothing else.

Charlotte didn’t say anything else. But her breath slowed against Y/n’s skin, syncing with her. Steady. Real.

They stood there a long time, listening to the soft hum of the bees asleep in their hives. The rustle of wind. The echo of a world she was learning to believe in again.

————————-

Charlotte started sleeping better after that.

Y/n would find her curled on the old couch by the fire some mornings, one of her flannels clutched in her hands. Y/n never asked how it got there. She just made tea, left it on the table, and sat beside the sleeping brunette until she woke.

And when she did, she always smiled—soft, sleepy, almost shy.

And eventually, Charlotte stopped flinching at her happiness.

But some nights, when the wind howled too loud or the air got too still, she’d come to find Y/n.

The brunette would knock once, then step into her room with a hesitant look. Y/n would simply open her blanket without a word. Charlotte would curl in, close but not quite touching, until her breathing calmed.

One night, Y/n woke to find Charlotte’s hand against her back. Not shaking. Not clinging.

Just there.

Y/n covered it with hers.

And the brunette didn’t pull away.

———————-

Charlotte Matthews didn’t fall in love like a spark.

She fell like sunrise—slow, glowing, certain.

And Y/n, calm and steady as the earth beneath her, never asked her to hurry.

Y/n just kept the porch light on. And she kept coming home.

Bonus Chapter:

The heat came early that morning. Heavy and thick, hanging in the air like a held breath.

By noon, the garden was asleep beneath the sun, and even the bees grew sluggish, their lazy hums drifting like honey through the stillness. The world shimmered gold and sweat-slicked. Too warm for work. Too warm for thought.

Y/n found Charlotte sitting in the shade beside the chicken coop, a wide-brimmed straw hat tilted over her face and a glass of water balanced against her chest. Her skin glistened faintly in the sunlight. Her shirt clung to her back.

The tall woman tilted her head toward the distant tree line and said, “Lake?”

The brunette peeked up from beneath the hat, squinting. “There’s a lake?”

Y/nsmirked. “There’s a perfect lake.”

————————

It wasn’t far. Down a narrow path through the trees, past old fences and fallen logs, where the air smelled like pine needles and cool moss. The moment the tree cover thickened, the heat softened, and Charlotte visibly relaxed.

Y/n watched her out of the corner of her eye. The brunette was walking barefoot now, the heels of her feet dusted with dry earth. Her braid had started to come undone, and a curl clung to the edge of her jaw.

The lake appeared suddenly through the trees, still and shining, tucked in the arms of a horseshoe of cliffs. The sun lit it like glass, making it look almost unreal.

Charlotte exhaled softly like the sight had knocked something loose in her chest.

“It’s beautiful,” she said.

Y/n only nodded. But her eyes stayed on the brunette in front of her.

She then peeled off her shirt and stepped into the shallows first, wading knee-deep before turning back to look at the brunette.

Charlotte stood by the edge, her fingers nervously gripping the hem of her dress. “I didn’t bring anything to swim in.”

Y/n’s gaze didn’t linger—didn’t wander. Just steady. Warm.

“You can borrow mine. Or go in like this. No pressure.”

Charlotte studied the tall woman for a moment, then glanced down at her clothes. Finally, with a quiet breath, she pulled the dress over her head and stepped into the water wearing her camisole and shorts. She looked softer in the light—smaller, somehow. But not fragile. Never fragile.

Y/n turned away when the brunette waded in, giving her space. But she heard her gasp softly as the water reached her thighs.

“Cold?” she asked, glancing back.

“A little.” Charlotte grinned. “But it feels good.”

They both drifted further in, the cool wrapping around their bodies like silk. Birds called overhead. Leaves rustled in the wind. The water carried their shadows like secrets.

Charlotte floated for a while, face turned to the sky. Then, eventually, she swam back to Y/n, treading water quietly.

Their shoulders brushed.

But neither of them moved away.

Charlotte looked at the tall woman by her side then—really looked. The sun caught the water droplets on her skin, lighting them like stars. Her breath hitched just slightly.

Y/n met her gaze, still and steady, and she didn’t speak. She didn’t need to.

The quiet between them was charged, delicate, trembling with possibility.

Charlotte swallowed, blinking once. “Why do you always make it feel so safe?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Y/n reached up slowly, carefully, tucking a wet curl behind her ear.

“Because I want you to stay.”

It wasn’t a confession.

It was a promise.

Charlotte’s lips parted. Her eyes didn’t move from Y/n’s.

She swayed forward slightly—just a breath—and then stopped.

Waiting.

Y/n didn’t rush. She leaned in, slow enough that the brunette could change her mind, pull away, laugh it off.

But Charlotte didn’t.

Y/n’s nose brushed hers first, and Charlotte exhaled shakily.

And then Y/n’s lips met hers—lightly, softly. No urgency. No demand.

Just warmth. Just her.

And Charlotte kissed her back like she’d been waiting to breathe for years.

———————-

They stayed in the water long after the sun dipped behind the trees. Floating close. Shoulders touching. Smiles pulled at their mouths every time they looked at each other.

No words. Just looks.

And a quiet, deep knowing:

Something had changed.

Something had begun.

The walk back from the lake was quieter than usual.

Not awkward. Just full.

Charlotte walked beside Y/n with her dress still damp, sticking faintly to her legs, hair down and dripping onto her shoulders. She looked more undone than Y/n had ever seen her—flushed from the sun, skin glowing, eyes soft and unreadable.

She didn’t speak, and neither did Y/n. Every so often, their fingers would brush as they walked. The first time, Charlotte stiffened. The second time, she didn’t. The third time, she held on.

Not fully. Not quite. Just her pinky wrapped around Y/n’s again, a quiet echo of the first time Charlotte let herself touch her. But this time, there was no hesitation.

Only choice.

Only her choosing Y/n.

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By the time they reached the farmhouse, the sun had melted into gold along the tree line, and the shadows stretched long across the porch. Lottie paused at the top step, looking out over the field.

“Everything looks different,” she murmured. “Like it’s… softer.”

Y/n stepped beside her, gaze fixed on the horizon.

“It’s not the farm,” she said. “It’s you.”

Charlotte didn’t answer right away. Just stood there, the silence wrapping around them both like a warm blanket.

Then, she turned toward Y/n. And for a moment, the tall woman thought the brunette might kiss her again.

But instead, Charlotte reached out and touched the center of Y/n’s chest, right over her heartbeat.

“I don’t want to rush this,” she said.

Y/n nodded once. “We won’t.”

Charlotte’s eyes flickered to Y/n’s lips. Then back to her eyes. “Okay.”

They stood like that until the sky turned dark and the crickets started singing. Charlotte left her hand there the whole time. Not moving. Not letting go.

That night, she didn’t knock.

Charlotte just slipped into Y/n’s room and stood in the doorway, holding one of the beeswax candles she liked to keep by her bed.

Y/n looked up from her book, and the brunette didn’t say anything. Just stared at Y/n with that wide, searching look she wore when she was thinking too many things at once.

“I kept waiting for it to feel like a dream,” she said. “But it doesn’t. You’re still here.”

Y/n nodded. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Charlotte took a slow step forward. Then another.

And when she reached the edge of the bed, she knelt and rested her head against Y/n’s knee.

Y/n didn’t move. She just set her book aside and gently ran her fingers through the brunette’s hair.

“You make the world feel quiet,” Charlotte whispered.

Y/n smiled, even if the brunette couldn’t see it.

“You make it feel like it matters,” she said back.

Charlotte stayed there until her breathing slowed. Y/n didn’t speak again. She didn’t have to.

When the brunette finally crawled into bed beside Y/n, she didn’t ask for space. Charlotte curled against Y/n’s side, slid one leg over hers, and pressed her cheek to her collarbone as if she belonged there.

And in that moment, Y/n realized something.

She wasn’t saving her.

She wasn't healing her.

Charlotte was just choosing her.

And Y/n was choosing her back.

Over and over again.

[rhiannonsknife]

thinking about lottie and ‘guess’ by charlie xcx & billie but specifically billie’s part… like lottie knowing exactly what panties we’re wearing because of our tiny little skirt and it’s one of the pairs she bought for us on her trip to tokyo with her parents… hehehe

- 🦕

— you wanna guess the color of my underwear?

in my lottie blurb era, apparently??? 🤗

lottie’s backyard is a blur of blasting music, red solo cups, and the faint reek of cheap beer. you’ve barely stepped in through the front door when she finds you. her hand brushes your waist, practically claiming you before anyone else even has the chance to look your way.

“cute skirt,” she says, a knowing edge to her voice that makes you pause in your tracks. that sound is normally reserved for when it’s just you and lottie, preferably behind closed doors and not the hallway of her packed house.

you glance up at her, your pulse already picking up speed. lottie’s eyes are locked on you, dragging slowly down your body until they stop at the hem of your skirt. you don’t need her to say it to know what she’s thinking. what she’s looking for. you shift slightly on your feet, suddenly hyper-aware of just how short the skirt really is.

“lottie,” you murmur, glancing around the room. you can’t let her get to you; not here, in the middle of her crowded house.

she doesn’t let up. “what?” lottie asks. “you look good!”

her hand drifts lower, skimming your hip now, her fingers curling just slightly into the fabric. it’s not enough to draw attention from anyone else, but it is enough for you to feel it. enough to remind you that she doesn’t need to say a word to have you wrapped around her finger.

then she leans in, close enough that her breath is warm against your ear. “you’re wearing the ones from tokyo, aren’t you?”

your stomach flips violently, heat rushing straight to your face. sometimes you hate how easily lottie gets under your skin, how quickly she can unravel you without even trying.

“i-“ you start, but she cuts you off with a soft laugh.

“the black ones with the lace trim,” her breath tickles your ear, making you tense. “i bought them for you, remember?”

you glance around the room desperately, hoping no one is close enough to catch the conversation that’s currently making your knees weak. lottie doesn’t care. she never does.

her fingers press into your hip, enough to ground you, enough to remind you that she has you exactly where she wants you. then, lottie tilts her head, her lips brushing against your cheek this time as she murmurs, “you wore them for me, didn’t you?”

your throat goes dry. you should say something, maybe even deny it, but the way her voice dips lower with every word makes it impossible to think straight.

“lottie…” you hiss, her name trembling on your lips.

lottie just smiles, pulling back so she can meet your gaze. “you don’t have to say anything,” her thumb brushes under the waistband of your skirt, a fleeting, teasing touch that sends a jolt of arousal straight through you. “i already know…”

then she’s gone, pulling her hand back and stepping away like nothing even happened.

lottie doesn’t look back as she disappears into the crowd, leaving you standing there with flushed cheeks and a wet patch in your panties. they are the one from tokyo. and you wore them just for her.

[bumblesimagines]

Headcanon:

Dating Lottie Matthews

Request: Yes or No

Pronouns: They/Them/Theirs, GN!Reader

Lottie Matthews they can never make me hate your kleptomaniac ass <3

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LOTTIE. Lottie, Lottie, Lottie. Charlotte 'Lottie' Matthews who was born into wealth but resorts to stealing clothes from T.J Maxx only to return them, who grew up having anything she needed at her fingertips but nothing she actually wanted, who grew up listening to her parents argue until their inevitable split, who spent half her life hiding her medication and likely pushing down parts of herself because of her father's disapproval. Lottie Matthews who is lonely and tightly wound. Lottie Matthews who unexpectedly grows a crush.

Lottie's naturally quiet, more of an observer and commenter rather than someone constantly in the action like Taissa or even Natalie. She grew up with an emotionally distant father who held her at arm's length and threw money at her to keep her appeased, even when she was just a kid searching for her parent's approval. She wants to be wanted, she wants to be needed, she wants to be embraced for who she is. But she doesn't know how to get that from others.

So, when you pop into the picture with a friendly smile and a soothing voice, she isn't entirely sure how to proceed.  

"Hey," Lottie's eyes drift away from the window and turn upward, her brows twitching in faint confusion when your face registers as new in her head. You smile at her, all teeth and laugh lines, and she finds something comforting in it. "Can I sit here?"

Lottie immediately nods, fingers brushing the bangs resting over her forehead as she pushes the bottom of her shoes onto the floor so she can straighten up in her seat. "Of course." She adjusts her backpack and watches you settle into the desk pressed against hers, curiously taking note of the other empty seats scattered across the classroom. "Are you new here?" She asks, and then desperately hopes you are so she avoids looking like a total bitch.

Thankfully, you nod and confirm her thoughts. "I just moved here to live with my cousin for... the foreseeable future. You probably know him." She watches your eyes drop down to her letterman jacket draped over the back of her chair. "He's the assistant coach for the Yellowjackets. You must be... Charlotte or Genevieve?"

"Charlotte, but everyone calls me Lottie." Lottie's a little thrilled to have been (somewhat) correctly identified and she immediately wonders what Coach Scott must've said about her; all good things she hopes but she doesn't believe Coach Scott to be capable of malice. Her fingers toy with her dark hair, a little smile appearing on her lips. "I can, uh, show you around, if you want?" 

You look appreciative and a warm feeling blooms in her chest. "I'd like that. Thanks, Lottie."

Lottie's quick to make herself your very first friend at Wiskayok High School. She knows what it's like to feel alone in a big place, it's a feeling that follows her whenever she steps into the house she's meant to call home, so she ensures to introduce you to the other Yellowjackets as she leads you through hallways and helps you find your classes. Coach Scott's pretty pleased with her by the end of the day, which is simply a bonus.

While the team's pretty close-knit, most of them are just friends due to having soccer as a common interest, save for a few like Shauna and Jackie. Unless there's a school event or a party, they don't really hang out outside of school property, which leaves Lottie with only herself to keep her occupied when there's nothing else going on. Of course, now that you're in the picture, she has someone she can call and ask to hang with.

Coach Scott's surprised, especially when (on only your third day of living in Wiskayok) Lottie calls up the house phone asking if you're available. He's all for it. He himself has few real friends and as someone who views himself as more of a brother to you, he readily accepts your growing friendship with Lottie. He knew from the start he could count on the team to take you under their wing, he just expected it to be Jackie or Van seeking you out.

Lottie's eager when you agree to hang, so eager it's a little embarrassing. She knows deep down if she asks one of the girls to hang out that they might accept but she wants to have her own person. Jackie and Shauna have each other, Tai and Van are decently close, and Melissa and Gen are attached at the hip. Nearly everyone on the team has their own best friend, yet she doesn't. And she definitely doesn't want to awkwardly third wheel. That leaves her with you and she's happy with it.

Lottie immediately takes you to all her favorite spots and gives you a decent tour of the town, though not all 8,723 square miles. The town's a mixture of things; fancy suburbs and rundown trailer parks, plenty of shiny new strip malls and crumbling shops, residents driving in the latest cars while others had all their belongings stuffed in stolen shopping carts. She coaxes you into shopping and assures you it's on her as a welcome gift. Of course, when you aren't looking, she swipes a few small things from the stores she can gift you later.

Your friendship with Lottie steadily strengthens. You begin attending soccer practices much to her glee, spend the shared classes chatting away, hang out after school doing homework, and go to parties together. Lottie's feelings grow. She feels free, even though she doesn't dare mention her medication or diagnosis. Her father has made it clear it's something she must keep hidden and she doesn't want to weird you out.

She promises herself she'll tell you. Eventually. But she's too caught up in the bliss, especially when the friendship takes a turn into more romantic territory.

The air's growing chilly with the sun setting over the horizon and you take a moment to rub your fingers over a napkin before adjusting the jacket further over your shoulders to escape the cold. Lottie giggles beside you, her leg kicking back and forth, the bottom of her doc martens occasionally scuffing against the concrete and kicking up little rocks. She twirls a fry between her fingers before popping it into her mouth, big brown eyes crinkling with amusement and affection. 

"Did I mention-" You pause to sip on your cold beverage, washing down the mozzarella sticks you'd eaten moments prior. "-that I got asked out?" Your tongue darts out to collect the droplets still clinging to your lips, momentarily distracting Lottie before your words fully register in her head. 

Lottie blinks, a little alarmed at the revelation, and she straightens up in a way she hopes comes off as intrigued instead of worried. "Really?" She shoves another fry into her mouth and chews fast. There's a small edge to her tone but you don't seem to pick up on it given how you nod and reach for a fry. "Who?" 

You give a little sheepish smile and it makes her heart drop to the pits of her stomach. Her leg stops swinging and the rest of the fries grow ignored. "Uh, Gen, actually. She wanted to go to the mall on Saturday and called it a 'date'. Melissa looked too proud of her for it to be anything but a date. I don't know. Gen's nice and all but... I don't really know her."

"Yeah," Lottie agrees immediately, nodding her head so hard her hair bobs along with her movements. "You should get to know someone first before dating them. I mean, I haven't seen Gen in a relationship before, either. She could end up breaking your heart for all we know. I'd think about it if I were you." 

"Mm." You hum, propping your chin on your fist and gazing out toward the eruption of colors in the sky being chased away by the dark blue of the approaching night. "I wouldn't mind having a proper date to the dance, you know? Jackie's been talking about it nonstop in fourth period and she seems really excited about it. I think she's rubbed off on me." You laugh lightly and take a bite from another fry.

Lottie watches you for a good, semi-long beat, contemplating her next approach while anxiety creeps up along her spine. She scoots forward, closer to your side of the bench, until her knees knock against yours. You look back at her. "Come with me to the dance." She offers softly, her eyes studying your face to soak in your reaction.

"I already am, Lot."

With a smile and warming cheeks, she clarifies, "Not as my friend."

Things don't really change, honestly. Lottie remains as thoughtful, observant, and sweet as ever, though she's more touchy. While she's not all over you (she's not huge on PDA and prefers keeping most of it behind closed doors), she takes the liberty of holding your hand more often, leaning against you, and being close to you. 

Her gifts get a little more extravagant. She can't help it. She mimics the love she was taught and besides, most people like gifts, don't they? It's what she tells herself when she gifts you something and thinks of her father, at least. 

It's safe to say that Lottie enjoys quality time. She wants to be around you because your presence brings her immense comfort and keeps her relaxed. She loves simply hanging out, whether in silence, listening to music, or watching a movie.

Lottie doesn't keep the relationship a secret, but she doesn't go around bragging about it. If it comes up, it comes up. If one of the girls asks about it, she answers truthfully. Eventually, the team learns about it (including Coach Scott) and it surprises little to no one apart from a few.

Sexually speaking, Lottie isn't as needy as other Yellowjackets can be. Maybe while tipsy she gets a little giggly and more touchy, something often reciprocated, but she prefers sleeping together while sober. It's incredibly intimate for her, something she considers to strengthen the bond between you and her, but it's not a need for her. She doesn't randomly drag you into janitor closets or empty bedrooms during parties.

In the bedroom, control is really up in the air for whoever wants it more. Lottie can be submissive or dominant, sweetly romantic or stern. It simply depends on the mood and how she feels, as well as what led up to the moment. Lottie generally prefers things sweet, gentle, and romantic. 

Lottie is an amazing girlfriend, and of course, when the team makes it to Nationals, she wants you to be a part of the experience. She regrets it at first when the plane crashes... but her opinion drastically changes as time passes. 

[owuwi]

➤ lottie matthews x fem!reader

.ᐣ lottie helps you calm down after you came to her crying.

⤷ cw: none

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"it's okay, you can let it all out."

lottie's sweet, calm voice broke through your sobs, warm arms wrapping themselves around your trembling frame as you desperately cried.

everything was too much—shauna's recent behavior, how close everyone was to being rescued yet not being allowed to—and you couldn't help but break, needing to let it all out.

talking about this with lottie was ironic since she wanted to stay in the wilderness, though she was the only one who was in the 'healing' state of mind.

"i'm here for you, i understand how you feel." she continued, her dirty hand delicately running through your hair as she pressed you even closer to her—your head now resting on her chest, listening to her steady heartbeat.

"i-i can't—... i can't do this anymore, n-not again..." your voice was small, cracked; tears freely running down your cheeks and nose runny as you remembered the hell you experienced for the past year.

"i-it hurts... p-please make it s-stop..." you quickly spoke up again, both of your hands turning to fists while you roughly hugged and subtly rocked yourself in an attempt of calming down.

she noticed this, of course, and slowly did to you what you were doing to yourself. she silently held you tight while rocking you back and forth, her free hand running up and down your sweat-drenched back.

if lottie was being honest, she felt bad for you. sure, she felt freer there than she did back home, but it was obvious you didn't. the two of you had always been quite close, so seeing you sob like a little girl definitely affected her.

she noticed the way you started squirming in her hold; how your sobs grew louder and your breath faster. "close your eyes, just close your eyes and listen to my heart." she meticulously told you, kneeling and guiding you down onto the dirt with her.

she tightened the grip her arms had around you, holding you against her body as if you were a wounded animal. she knew you needed to feel her, needed to know she was there with you—for you—, and she didn't have any issues in demonstrating it.

the sight of your long finger-nails scratching your own arms caused this feeling inside of her, a familiar feeling she had trouble naming. the way you coped was no stranger to her—she too did that—and it gave her better ideas of how to help you out.

she gently placed her hands on top of yours and stilled your movements, not wanting you to continue injuring yourself. "i'm here, i'm right here for you..." she murmured, her voice slightly shaky as she spoke, though she managed to compose herself—not wanting you to see the pain seeing you like that inflicted on her.

after you calmed down, she stayed in the same position, eyes closed and heart aching.

lottie loved you with her whole heart and she would always prove it to you.

[mirrored-muse]

ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴘᴀᴛᴛᴇʀɴ | ɴ.s

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 752 (ʙʟᴜʀʙ)

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ɴᴀᴛ ʙʀᴀɪᴅꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴀɪʀ ꜰᴏʀ ᴅᴏᴏᴍᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ɴᴀᴛᴀʟɪᴇ ꜱᴄᴀᴛᴏʀᴄᴄɪᴏ x ꜰᴇᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴀ/ɴ: ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ʟɪᴋᴇᴅ ᴍʏ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ɴᴀᴛ ꜰɪᴄ. ɪ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴏᴏᴏ ɴᴇʀᴠᴏᴜꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴏꜱᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴇᴇɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ɢᴇᴛ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ꜰᴇᴇᴅʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴍʏ ᴅᴀʏ.

The cabin smelled like pine, smoke, and whatever passed as dinner the night before, but all you could focus on was the feeling of Natalie’s fingers threading through your hair. It was slow and careful, which was rare for Natalie, she was usually all sharp edges and restless energy. But with you she was gentle.

“You’re lucky I know how to do this,” Natalie muttered, pulling a section of hair tight before weaving it into the braid. “My mom never did shit like this for me.”

You sat cross-legged on the floor in front of her, hands resting in your lap as Natalie worked. “Where’d you learn then?”

Natalie let out a short breath like she wasn’t sure she wanted to answer. “Taught myself. Had to.” She paused, then added, “Watched a couple of girls do it in the locker room once. Figured it out.”

A small mischievous smile made its way onto your face. “So you were staring at other girls in the locker room?”

Natalie scoffs and tugs on your braid, not hard, but enough to make you laugh. Muttering a disgruntled “Shut up.”

The fire crackled across the cabin, casting everything in a soft orange glow. Outside, the others were already starting to drink, their voices carrying through the thin walls. The whole thing was stupid, honestly, getting dressed up like they weren’t starving, like they weren’t trapped. But maybe that was the point. Pretending, just for a night, that things weren’t as bad as they were.

Natalie tied off the braid with a scrap of string before leaning back on her hands, studying you. “There. You look… good.”

You turned, raising an eyebrow. “Just good?”

Natalie smirked. “Okay, fine. You look hot. Whatever.”

You rolled your eyes, reaching for the little mirror the girl scavenged, barely able to see your reflection in the dim light, but it was enough. Nat had been careful, making sure it wasn’t messy, and that the strands were even. It was stupid, how much that made your heart ache.

You looked back at Natalie, watching the way the firelight flickered against her face, catching in the strands of her wild blonde hair. She was beautiful, in a way she probably didn’t even realize.

“You should let me do yours,” You said suddenly.

Natalie snorted. “Yeah, no chance.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’d look ridiculous.”

You shift onto your knees, reaching out before Natalie can pull away. “Just let me try,” you insist, already taking a section of her hair between your fingers.

Natalie sighed but didn’t stop you. “Fine. But if you make me look stupid, I’m unbraiding yours out of spite.”

You grin, leaning in a little closer. “Deal.”

You worked carefully, trying to mimic the way Natalie’s fingers had moved through your hair just minutes ago. But somehow, it wasn’t coming out the same. Maybe it was because Natalie’s hair was wilder, or maybe you just weren’t as good at this as you thought.

Still, Natalie sat there, letting you do it, as a comfortable silence stretched between the two of you. Every once in a while, you would peek over at her face, expecting some sarcastic remark, but Natalie just kept staring at the fire, her expression unreadable.

When you finally finished, you sat back, biting your lip. “Okay… done.”

Natalie reached up, hesitating for a second before feeling the braid. It was loose, uneven, and barely hanging on. You couldn’t help but wince as you watched Natalie’s fingers run over the mess you’d made.

“Wow,” Natalie said, blinking a few times. “This is… something.”

You groaned. “It’s bad, you hate it.”

Natalie hesitated for a second too long. “No!”

You narrow your eyes, trying to fight back a smile. “You’re a terrible liar.”

Natalie huffed a laugh, finally turning to face you. “Okay, yeah, it’s kinda bad. But, like, in a good way.”

You can’t help but roll your eyes again, reaching to undo it, but Natalie grabbed your wrist before she could.

“Leave it,” She said, softer this time. “You did it. So I’m keeping it.”

For a moment, you just looked at Nat, admiring her. Everything else fading into the background, the chill in the air, the hunger, the storm creeping in outside. None of it mattered. Just her. Just this.

Natalie smirked, nudging you gently with her knee. “Now, let’s go get drunk and pretend everything’s fine.”

You laugh and shake your head, but when Natalie stands and holds out a hand, you take it without hesitation.

[nymphaiofmoros]

Televangelism

.⋆☾𓃦☽⋆⁺ fem! reader x lottie matthews

words; 2,788

♱ summary; after having a strange dream about Lottie, you go to her for guidance and explanation. She advises you that the dream might be a prophecy, and that you need to recreate it with her.

beware; blood, cannibalism, animal death, kissing, just in general very gross, brain stuff, not for people with a weak stomach, and a little toxic (?).

a/n ; this took aaaages, but i'm glad i finally finished it. this goes out to all my fellow freaks out there. (likes and reblogs are greatly appreaciated, i poured my blood, sweat and tears on this (╥_╥))

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You’re horrified at the sight in front of you. Lottie, wearing a long white gown, which makes her look even more angelic than usual, hunched down on the ground. Her gown was dirty and scratched and torn, her face smeared with dark red blood. You couldn’t see very well, but what you could see was her bringing something up to her mouth, then tearing it with her teeth, eating it like an animal. Trying your hardest to focus your weary eyes, you step closer and closer, the thing she was eating becoming more visible. It was a middle-aged man by the looks of it, you had never seen him before. Lottie doesn’t notice you just yet, instead, she continues her ‘meal’. She wipes her bloody mouth with her hand, which only causes more blood to smear on her cheek. Suddenly, she turns her head, looking straight at you. Her expression was blank, but her eyes were oh-so expressive. She looked hungry.

Wild, primal. She slowly stands up, and you – intimidated – take a cautious step back. She looked terrifying, but for some reason, you couldn’t look away from this gross, animalistic display. You only stand there, paralyzed. She takes a sudden step forward, and before you can flinch back, she grabs the back of your head. She doesn’t try to be gentle – or even human. You don’t move, instead you watch her. She tilts her head – like a curious cat who has just caught a mouse, leaning closer, inspecting you like she has never seen a human before. Your lips shake, as you try to open them and speak, but it seems that your vocal cords have disappeared. As your lips part, and you’re on the verge of whispering a bundle of confused words, when she presses her lips onto yours. It didn’t feel like a kiss – it was ravenous. She tried to slide her tongue into your mouth, trying to force you to taste the blood and flesh and meat she had consumed. You could feel your lips and tongue getting numb, but you couldn’t pull away, like a force was keeping you locked in this disgusting, primal kiss. You could only open your eyes, and when you do, you see hers. They were dark, almost black, and bloodshot. You stare and stare at them, as you feel her start to bite at your lips, making them bleed. You feel them starting to bleed – is she trying to eat you as well? You’re panting heavily, unable to move, and just as you’re about to scream–

You wake up.

Shooting up from your spot on the cabin floor, you glance around the room. It’s dark, but through the dark blue hue that was created from the midnight sky, you could make out bodies on the floor, asleep. You were okay – you were safe. You were still in the wilderness, but you were safe. You had Lottie, right? That was just a weird dream, she would never, ever do something like that. You turn your head to the spot Lottie was sleeping at, which wasn’t far from you. Her dark, wavy, and messy hair is splayed out on the wooden floor, her face relaxed. She looked so beautifully innocent in her sleep, like she could do no wrong. She looks pretty even when she’s asleep, you thought, she must be God’s favorite.

You stare at the back of her head, debating. Should you wake her up and explain what you saw? Maybe the dream was a prophecy– but no, that would be horrifying. With a frustrated sigh, you turn, and lay back down to sleep.

In the morning, you stay in the cabin. While everyone’s doing their chores, you stand at the window, watching them. Your gaze keeps moving back to Lottie, who was sitting on a log, by herself. She was staring down at her hands, fiddling with them. Her gaze looked… far away, like she wasn’t there at the moment. You take a deep breath, gathering the courage to go outside and talk to her. Making sure the coast is clear, you reluctantly turn the door handle of the cabin door and step outside.

You sit down next to Lottie, both of you silent. She looks up when she notices your presence, her eyebrows furrowing just a little, giving her that sad baby deer look. The morning light hit the side of her face perfectly, giving her an orange-y glow. You knew neither of you wanted to speak up first, so you decided to just do it. “I had a weird dream last night,” you mumble, just loud enough for her to hear it. Her head perks a bit, and she tilts her head curiously, “What was it about?” she asks, her voice soft and curious. Oh you innocent little lamb.

“Um,” you let out a breath, “It’s just– really weird, are you sure you wanna hear it?”. She nods, humming in affirmation. You sigh, reluctant. But you had to let it out. You needed to find the meaning of it. “Okay…” you take a deep breath, your gaze locked on the grass under your feet. You didn’t dare look at her as you started explaining. 

“I- I saw you… you were crouched down, in the forest, and you were all bloody-” you stop to take in a stressed breath, “I mean, you had blood smeared on your face, around your mouth. You looked like you were eating something-”, you make gestures with your hands, flailing them around as you try to explain. “I tried to focus and I saw something… like a middle-aged man, on the ground? His head was like- split open. And you were… eating his… brain, I think?” you look up at her, waiting for a reaction. She just stares, with that concerned look she always has on her face. Despite her expression, she nods for you to continue. You nod back, gulping nervously, “And um… then you… you kissed me. But it wasn’t like- a romantic kiss. It’s like you were trying to feed me that brain or whatever it was you were eating and it was just– really weird, okay?” you huff, getting frustrated with yourself. You turn to look at her again, and she’s silent. She seems to be thinking, and although she looks a little disturbed, all she ends up muttering is: “That must be a prophecy.”

You scoff. Well, a little rudely, but you couldn’t help it. That was a weird ass dream, not a goddamn prophecy. “Not it wasn’t, Lot, it was just a dumb dream-” “No it wasn’t.”. Lottie’s face is serious, so you decide to shut up. With a frustrated sigh, you try to ration with her. “Why do you think it’s a prophecy and not some stupid movie my brain made up?” you ask, feeling bad for doubting her, but she was acting delusional. “I know it. I can feel it.” she insists. Her expression was stern, her eyebrows furrowed. You couldn’t help but feel bad for doubting her. Her doe eyes were too much for you, you were starting to convince yourself it was a prophecy. Damn you, Lottie. “Fine, it’s a prophecy.” you sigh, giving up, “What now?”

“We need to recreate it.” 

She was serious. Your face pales a little at her tone and face. The atmosphere felt a little darker. But you trust her, right? She’s just being Lottie, with her wilderness mumbo-jumbo. She won’t actually go and kill a man to recreate your dream. And definitely won’t make out with you while eating that said man to recreate your dream… right?

“Why am I doing this?”, you let out a frustrated breath. You looked around you, it was dark and you could barely see what you were stepping on. You set down a make-shift torch, made of wood and fabric, that you had lit up. Lottie told you to replicate the scene in your dream as closely as you could remember. “Okay… there was a torch behind her, and one over here…” you mutter to yourself, placing the second torch down. You remember three torches specifically, two behind her, one to the side. You place the third torch down. You sigh, stepping back, and looking at the scene. Pretty damn close. All you had to do now was stand there and wait for Lottie, praying that she didn’t actually magically find a middle-aged man and kill him for this.

You sit down on the forest floor and wait for what feels like ages, when you hear rustling. It’s getting louder and louder, closer and closer. Your head perks up, and you turn your head frantically to where the noise is coming from. It sounded like… something being dragged on the ground, coming towards you. You could hear your pulse in your ear, your hands starting to sweat. You clutch at your jeans’ fabric, shooting up from the place you were sitting at. “Lottie?” you softly call out her name, both praying and dreading that it was indeed her. 

You finally see a figure through the bushes, as it slowly moves towards the faint orange light of the torches. It’s Lottie. Her hair is messy, and her face is painted with small blood splotches. Her expression is scarily blank, her jaw tightly clenched. As she walks further away from the bushes, your gaze slowly moves down to her hand. She was holding an antler. As your gaze moves further down, you quickly figure out that that antler belongs to a deer, dead, with a cut throat. Lottie drags the animal’s body until she reaches you. She drops the carcass down at her feet, her eyes still staring into your soul – blank, and unemotional. You huff, your eyebrows furrowed and your face crunched in a mix of... disgust? Bewilderment, fear? You didn’t even know.

“What the hell– Lottie, where did you get that?!” you whisper-yell, but she quickly replies back.

“Doesn’t matter.”, her voice is stern, demanding that you don’t ask any question. Your lips pressed together, frustrated. You wanted to get an answer, but something was holding back your vocal cords. Fear, maybe?

“Alright– fine, whatever, I will just accept that you randomly found a goddamn deer and killed it. What now?” your voice shakes a little, but you cover it up with a fake air of confidence. Lottie glances down at the carcass. The deer lay motionless, its eyes now soulless. The blood around the slash on its throat had dried up, and you could see a few bugs already trying to eat its remains. Lottie slowly kneels down, her movements almost robotic. She takes out a knife from her pocket – the blade having faint blood markings on it–, and she slowly cuts the top of the deer’s head, in a way where you could see its brain. You hold back a gag. “Jesus, Lot…” you mumble, feeling like you’re going to be sick. Lottie doesn’t pay any mind to you, and she continues methodically cutting. When she’s ‘done’, she drops the knife on the ground. You swallow your spit, pushing back any vomit that was trying to escape up your throat. Lottie looks up at you, her innocent doe eyes still making her look like an angel who does no wrong. Your mind is reeling, you don’t understand why you’re going along with this, but you are. With a shaky sigh, you take a small step back. You nod your head, silently understanding her just from her eyes. She nods back.

Lottie turns her head, staring down at the deer’s head. She moved her hand, and you could see a faint tremor in it. Her fingers finally reach the brain of the animal, digging into the gooey, bloody mess. She takes a scoop of the brain, bringing it up to her mouth. Her hand stuttered and stopped a few times, but whenever she hesitated, a determined twinkle appeared in her eyes. Finally, her teeth bite into the bloody mass, and she starts to chew. You swallow back vomit once again. You physically couldn’t look away – it was magnetizing. Like watching a horrific tragedy, and not being able to look away. The doe-eyed girl’s face scrunches from an emotion you couldn’t quite decipher. Disgust, maybe? You hoped that was the case, because if she was enjoying this… well, that could turn a lot more horrifying.

She starts devouring the matter, gnawing at the gooey and soft cerebrum. She looked more like a vicious dog rather than a person. You stayed frozen in your spot, repeating the words ‘whatthefuck’ in your brain over and over. You knew you were in too deep now, you couldn’t just back out. Blood was trickling down her chin, down to her white dress, ruining it. If you hadn’t seen her eating the deer’s brain and had only seen the aftermath, you would’ve thought she had stuffed down a couple of pomegranates. Your derailing train of thought gets cut off when you see Lottie standing up, her mouth a bloody mess, her eyes feral and wild. You gulp, involuntarily shivering when she starts walking closer to you. “Lot, hey–” you shake your head, trying to stop her, when she grabs the back of your head, her fingers digging into your scalp. You gasp, seeing a flash from your dream come back to you. Your breathing starts speeding up, and your pulse gets louder in your ears. You felt that frozen feeling you also felt in your dream, like your legs were glued to the ground, and your vocal cords couldn’t move. Lottie moves her face closer, and closer. Her gaze was intense, but not there. She didn’t look… present.

Suddenly, her lips are on yours. Your eyes shut out of instinct. You didn’t know if you liked this or not. On the one hand, this was Lottie. You’ve had a crush on her for a year and a half. On the other hand, she was a feral monster. She pushed the brain matter she was eating into your mouth, not waiting for your permission to enter your mouth. Her tongue explores the roof of your mouth, pushing the blood and all of the gross, mushy parts of the brain toward your throat. You got to gag, when she grabs your jaw with both hands. She was panting, like a rabid dog. She hadn’t closed her eyes for the ‘kiss’, she instead kept them wide open, looking into your eyes. Hungrily. 

Lottie’s fingers move down to the sides of your neck. She starts using her thumbs, rubbing in a downward motion. Her touch was surprisingly gentle, like she was a professional masseuse. She seemed to be trying to push the upcoming vomit down your throat, so it didn’t escape out of your mouth. Which… was strangely caring and sweet. 

Your eyes kept fluttering, debating if they should keep themselves shut or wide open. You were getting dizzy, your hands grabbing at Lottie’s arms and dress so you could keep your balance. With your vision getting more and more blurred, the combination of the kiss, the mix of emotions, and the gross taste of blood and brain matter on your tongue, you kept getting flashing images from your dream. She had the same wild look, and you felt the same trapped feeling. Lottie suddenly pulls away, letting out a gasp. She takes in a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. She stumbles back, almost tripping on the deer carcass, and she raises her arm to wipe away the blood. Seeing the gesture, you also bring your arm up, wiping the blood she smeared on your mouth. Lottie stared at you, wide-eyed. She looked… human again. She takes a few stumbling steps towards you, and she suddenly loses strength in her legs, almost falling to the ground, but you manage to catch her by her arms. You pull her up, holding her close. “Oh my god– Lot, are you okay?!” you breathlessly say, trying to look at her face. 

Her messy, tangled dark hair was covering her features, the lack of good lighting and the mess of blood and mass make it difficult to see her expression. After a moment of tense silence, she turns her head to look up at you, strands of her hair sticking to her face from the sweat that adorned her face. “I saw– I saw It. I saw It.” 

“'It'-?” you scoff, trying to understand her quiet mumbles, “What is- what is ‘It’?”. Lottie shakes her head, frantic yet strangely calm at the same time. She tries to hold herself up, but she still has to hold onto you. “You’ll see soon.”

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i love how you write lottie sm shes so soft babie gf :( may i rq smth where r decides to prank her by calling her charlotte instead of lottie or some pet name to see how'd she react cus shes so whipped and puppy like that she'd immediate pout n wonder what she did wronh (fluff n established relationship !!) <3

{Calling Lottie ‘Charlotte’ as a prank}

Thank you anon! Soft Lottie for the win always <3

Lottie was utterly head over heels in love with you, in every sense of the meaning— like her heart skips several beats when your hand even slightly brushes against her own like she could just admire you for hours upon hours without getting bored type of whipped. You’ve turned her into some lovesick puppy and she had zero complaints.

Especially when she gets to lounge around with you in your tiny dorm room, snuggled up in bed all weekend— her head resting against your chest, wrapped up in one of your jumpers, humming along to the songs that were softly playing through your cassette player whilst it rained heavily outside.

The cassette restarts, replaying the same songs you’ve both already heard for the second time— “Can I change the tape?” Lottie asks, tipping her head backwards to catch your gaze with a soft smile.

“Yeah— of course.” you turn your attention from your book to her, dropping a kiss to her forehead before she sits up. “The box is under the bed, baby.” And you certainly don’t miss the way her eyes light up at the sweet endearment, a subtle blush to her cheeks that dimple into a smile.

She’s always been like that, going all giddy at even the most corniest of nicknames— anything you did turned her to mush if we were being completely honest, but the sickly sweetness of those damned names really did something to her and her hopeless romantic heart. You couldn’t help but wonder how she’d react if you were to call her by her full name. Oh, how absolutely evil of you.

You watch her as she sits criss-cross rummaging through the box of old cassette tapes, no longer interested in the book that was now lying on your lap— the bookmark that Lottie had made for Valentine’s Day last year you now neatly slotted into the page. Your poor girlfriend was completely oblivious to the devious thoughts that crept into your mind, too focused on rummaging through all your tapes to notice that smirk that meant nothing but trouble.

“You found one yet Charlotte?— pretty sure I’ve heard this song for the fifth time today.” You ask, fighting against the sudden urge to giggle as her head turns to face you.

The look on her face was downright devastating, big dark eyes melting, her lips turned downwards into a confused pout, brows pinched together slightly. Just like a damn puppy, you swear if she had ears they’d be all droopy in sadness. You felt awful for enjoying it so much.

Lottie doesn’t say anything but her lips part as if she wanted to— words at the tip of her tongue but far too stunned to actually form them. “What’s the look for?” You have the gall to ask as if you haven’t just completely broken her damn heart!

She doesn’t like it all, there was something so oddly wrong about the way her full name sounded coming from your mouth— not even ‘Lottie’ or ‘Lott’ but ‘Charlotte’ it was horrible. She immediately abandons the box of cassettes to shuffle closer to you, still wearing that adorable pout on her face.

“You okay, Charlotte?”

She's all too quick to respond, frown deepening. “Why’re you calling me Charlotte— you never call me that.”

Her fingers brush against your palm as if trying to make sure you were angry at her and when you don’t pull away it soothes her worries if only slightly because her deep brown eyes are still roaming across your face— studying you almost with a small tilt of her head.

“Did I do something?” Her words damn near break your heart and before you can apologise she’s whispering a small apology.

“Oh no, hey— hey, m’just being dumb.” You reassure, pushing yourself to sit up before curling your arms around her shoulders and she’s quick to melt against you— pressing her face into the crook of your neck with a sigh, relief flooding her as her fingers clutch at your shirt. “Just messing with you baby.”

You could feel her pout deepen against your neck, lips pursing out as her finger jabs into your side lightly with a small huff— “You’re the worst.” She murmurs, not lifting her head up from your shoulder. “Seriously. Don’t do that again, idiot.”

You turn to press a kiss to her cheek, then another and another until she’s nuzzling into you with a small smirk— arms wrapping around you a little tighter. “Alright. Okay, m’sorry— you just look so pretty when you pout, baby.” You tease, lips brushing against the soft curve of her jaw as you speak which only makes her dissolve further into you, your hand rubs her back as her own dips beneath the fabric of your shirt to caress over your waist.

Lottie pulls back, scrunching her face up even more before dropping her forehead against your own with a soft chuckle— her lips brushing a feather-light kiss to yours, her soft hands coming up to cup your face.

“Well don’t make a habit of it, you’re not allowed to call me Charlotte. Ever again.” She whispers against your lips, nose nestled into yours with a soft grin— stealing your words with a kiss.

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Pre-Crash!Lottie Matthews NSFW Alphabet

cause being so majestic and sexy at the same time it's a crime. minors DNI !!!

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex) Charlotte is a gentle and thrifty person by nature, even if she has lived her entire life through the prism of her father's wealth and luxury. When you are both finished, she feels obliged to caress you. Massage your shoulders and back, stroke your head and brush your hair, kiss your face? She's happy to lift your spirits and please you with tenderness. She enjoys cooing after the connection you have shared, and she feels inspired and energized. B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners) Lottie likes your chest - not in a sexual way, really, although during sex she can't stop watching your boobs bounce with your intense movements. She likes your chest as something to lean against when she's catching her breath, and to hear your heartbeat pounding fast. It grounds her. After years of being coldly treated by her parents, she needs to feel like there's someone alive, someone warm, and that someone loves her. C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically) Lottie likes to cum in your mouth. She likes to hold your head close to her, but not to squeeze your hair. She gets wild satisfaction when your mouth is so close to hers during climax, and you are able to take every drop of her juices inside you. Even better if you swallow it. She can do it back, although she doesn't like it as much. D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) Lottie likes body hair, especially your private parts. She doesn't quite want to admit it to you (there's still a stigma attached to not shaving in the 90s), but she does like to nuzzle your hairy pussy and find it extremely soft and pleasant, just like stroking your legs and kissing your happy trail. Her family has always pressured her to maintain a certain appearance, to look neat and proper, and perhaps wanting to see it natural is one form of rebellion against her parents' rules. E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?) Lottie was nervous at the very beginning. She was a virgin before you, and was in no hurry to open up to anyone about anything, including sex, even if she knew about masturbation and often did it to herself. With your support, she quickly cleaned up and happily remembers what you like more or less. She is always surprised when she finds something new and especially pleasant for herself. F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying) Sorry, but she's a sucker for licking (lol). She loves to get on the bed and have you between her legs, or vice versa, get between yours and start working her tongue magic on you. Praise included. G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.) I think Lottie is quite serious. She is quite sensitive not only to sex but also to your intimacy - this is how she shows that it is important to her. She does not want to ruin your moment with jokes or inappropriate humor, and she prefers kisses and languid glances to ringing laughter, although she is ready to exchange smiles. H = Hair (How well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) Lottie has to shave her legs, arms and armpits - she doesn't like it, but it is required of her. She also, strangely for her, keeps her pubic area in relative order - she doesn't shave, but she trims the hair to a short length. She really doesn't want you to shave. Returning to her dirty secret, it excites her, and every time you shave you can see her sad doe eyes and this disappointment.

"I thought we agreed that you don't shave anymore!" Lottie snorts, looking away with her brown doelike eyes so as not to look at your naked body. You look puzzled, and a slight feeling of guilt overwhelms you. "Lottie, I just felt uncomfortable. Everything was prickly and crawling through my panties… You shave yourself, by the way." You try to protect your honor. She looks at you seriously, like that part of her has been wanting you to guess the secret she can't admit for a long time. "Next time I'll cut your hair myself, okay? In your girlfriend's name, I… I forbid you to shave from this day forward." She says awkwardly and awkwardly, and you can't help but smile. She's definitely hiding something from you, and you're determined to figure out how it relates to your pubic area.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect.) Lottie is quite romantic. She is a supporter of more gentle and slow sex, where you can both enjoy each other, dissolving in the moment, but sometimes she has a desire to dominate you and be more strict. Usually this happens after she is upset with you in some way or after a quarrel where you have already made up, but the sediment still remains. In this way, she basically punishes you. Not that you would mind! J = Jack off (Masturbation Headcanon) Lottie masturbated quite often before you started having sex. Her parents were always away working on their business, and there was often nothing to do in the huge mansion, and then she began to explore her body. She learned long ago to masturbate the way she liked, and she loves this activity, although with the appearance of you in her life she began to need direct sex more than jerking off. K = Kink (One or more of their kinks) Sorry, Mommy? Praise. Praise is Lottie's biggest kink. She enjoys praising you and receiving praise equally. She wants to show you how much she appreciates you, and at the same time, she wants to prove that you think she's a good and worthy girlfriend for you, even with all her problems. Your praise immediately makes her panties get wet and her body seems to reorganize, making her cum faster. L = Location (Favorite places to do the do) I think Lottie is usually pretty traditional about where to have sex with you - a bed or a couch is fine with her. Sometimes she catches herself thinking that sex in the woods would be nice. She doesn't understand where she gets such desires from and tries not to ask herself questions. M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going) Your offer to have sex and playful hands in the most sensitive places may be enough, but she really likes it when you prepare for sex. She likes buying you expensive lingerie and knowing that you specially put it on under your clothes to please her. She loves lace and the thought that you prepared for her is the best motivation in itself. N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) Physical pain. She doesn't like the idea of ​​hitting you or choking you, and is skeptical and wary of it. She may spank you if you're being naughty, but even that will be fake. She's much more into worshiping your body. She also doesn't usually comment on you in a negative or degrading way, although she might if it comes to frustrated sex. This usually doesn't happen, but maybe you'd like to see it more often. O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) I am of the firm opinion that Lottie prefers to give cunnilingus a little more than any other practitioner. I don't know why, but I believe in her oral fixation, so rest assured that she is ready to give you her mouth any time you want it, but Lottie is also ready and enjoys asking you to do the same. As mentioned earlier, being a quick learner is one of Charlotte's best skills, and she is very experienced with you indeed. P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Lottie really does like to take things slow. She's not the most patient person outside the bedroom - but with you she likes to stretch things out. She's used to being able to get whatever she wants with a snap of her fingers, and she likes to push her boundaries with long foreplay, even if she really wants to get down to business.

Sometimes, though, she'll have a bad day or a bad thought, and if you're having sex, she really can take things a little less gently and a little more roughly, focusing more on her own pleasure.

"That's it, baby? Do you like the way I fuck you?" her fingers were deep inside you, while Lottie was rubbing her pussy against your bent knee. You couldn't utter a word - Lottie always caught you off guard with her bad mood. "Y-yes, please, Lots, more…" you whisper absentmindedly, taking Lottie inside you. Lottie smirks before deliberately pulling her fingers out of you to your utterly disappointed sigh and shoving them into your mouth. "Do you deserve it?" she asks with narrowed eyes. "Be a good girl for me and then maybe I'll help you cum."

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) Given her behavior towards you, Lottie rarely agrees to quick sex, and it is difficult for her to do so. She would rather endure and then spend quality time together than do everything quickly, but as she likes to say, "heartlessly." R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.) Lottie is not shy about being critical. She is willing to consider any suggestions you make, but if she thinks they just don't sound right, she is unlikely to agree. You have often complained about this, but if Lottie doesn't want to, she won't do it.

However, if you suggest something really small and do it during the process, rather than beforehand, she may be more willing to agree, seeing something in practice.

"See, Lottie? It's easy and simple, it doesn't hurt me at all." You whisper to your lover, while she carefully watches you drip wax from the special massage candles you begged her to buy you a while ago onto your hand. "And… Do you like it?" she asks uncertainly, looking confused. Lottie can't quite figure out what she thinks about what's going on yet, but the thought of dripping warm wax on you like you're something holy and precious twists her lower stomach into knots.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?) Because Lottie is so thrifty with you, she can really last a long time, saving her energy every time. She has a long endurance and above average sensitivity, so she really gets a lot of pleasure from spending more than an hour in bed. T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?) Lottie doesn't own any toys herself - the fear that her parents will somehow find out about them is too strong - but she's always wanted to try something new and she secretly (or not so secretly) wants to try a vibrator on you. U = Unfair (How much they like to tease) Depends on her mood. She can tease for a really long time if she's feeling playful - though she'll usually cut you some slack and get down to business. She just likes to watch you squirm and beg her to move on from foreplay to something more interesting. V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) I am of the opinion that Lottie is very reserved in her sounds, wherever she is. Even at the peak of pleasure, she will only moan softly through her own palm. You might think that Lottie is simply shy, but she is actually just not noisy. W = Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character) It was one of your first times together, and things were already going much better than they had been at first. You were getting to know each other's bodies and actually enjoying each other physically.

Lottie pushed you onto the bed, acting a little unusual. It wasn't gentle, but rather bold and arousing. You looked at her with wide eyes, full of surprise, until she whispered in your ear.

"What's with that look? Mommy's just in a good mood." She said, and then froze. You couldn't help but laugh, both embarrassed that Lottie had suddenly decided to call herself "Mommy." "I…I didn't…I didn't mean it like that, I was just thinking about it, but I didn't…"

You couldn't help but laugh, and Lottie frowned, looking frustrated and angry. She grabbed her clothes and sat on the edge of the bed like a startled fawn. You quickly sit down with Lottie, intending to reassure her.

"Lottie, it's… it's okay, really. It's okay if you've been thinking about it. Thoughts sometimes spill out into speech." You try to sound casual and reassuring, placing a hand on her shoulder. "I haven't felt any worse about you. We can try this if…"

Lottie looks at you with a piercing gaze before becoming embarrassed. "No! You don't have to do this for me. I need to… think. It really was an accident." She justifies herself quietly. The two of you sit together for about ten more minutes before Lottie tries to let go, trust you, and continue.

This is how Charlotte learned she had a mommy kink. X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) What kind of body do you expect to see in a top-notch soccer player? Tall, toned, everything you find beautiful and hot. Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?) Average, if you can call it that. Once or twice a week is enough for her, although sometimes she might get a surge of feelings for you and want to do it again. Or twice. We can't blame a girl for how much she loves you and wants to be around you. Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterward) Lottie is the type who feels uplifted and in a better mood after sex. Sharing intimate contact together makes her feel loved, wanted, and fulfilled, which is very important to her. She needs at least a couple of hours of wakefulness before she can sleep, so the two of you shouldn't have sex at night.