#lottie x you

[mirrored-muse]

ᴛᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏᴇᴅ ᴋɪꜱꜱ | ʟ.ᴍ

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ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ʏᴏᴜ ꜱʜᴏᴡ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴄᴇ ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʜɪᴄᴋᴇʏꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇᴀᴍ ɢᴇᴛꜱ ꜱᴜꜱᴘɪᴄɪᴏᴜꜱ.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ʟᴏᴛᴛɪᴇ ᴍᴀᴛᴛʜᴇᴡꜱ x ꜰᴇᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴀ/ɴ: ɪ’ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ꜱᴜᴘᴇʀ ᴄᴏɴꜰɪᴅᴇɴᴛ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ʟᴏᴛᴛɪᴇ ʏᴇᴛ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴀʏ ʙᴇ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴏᴏᴄ, ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɴᴏɴ ᴡʜᴏ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛᴇᴅ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰɪᴄ.

You pull open your gym locker with a quiet sigh, feeling the weight of the day pressing on your shoulders. Practice had gone well enough, but you couldn’t shake the anxiety brewing in your stomach. It’s only now that you’ve had a moment to breathe that you realize something: your neck is bare, and the makeup you’d slathered on this morning to cover the hickeys Lottie gave you is all but gone.

You’ve been running, sweating, and now, you’re left with nothing but those painfully visible marks staring back at you.

You stand there for a moment, frozen, staring at your reflection in the miniature mirror you keep in your locker. You try to gather yourself, pulling your hair over your shoulder in a desperate attempt to hide the mess. Maybe no one will notice.

You try to act casual, as though nothing is wrong as you tug at the hem of your jersey, trying to pull it higher. Your heart pounds as you bend down to grab your gym bag, hoping to just slip out unnoticed. Maybe you can change quickly, sneak away before anyone gets a good look.

But it’s too late.

You hear Van’s voice before you can even turn around.

“Oh shit, what happened to you?” Van asks, pulling at the collar of your uniform, her eyes widening as she spots the blooming bruises on your neck.

You try to shrug it off, but Jackie isn’t letting it slide. “More like who happened to you?” she teases, throwing you a playful smirk. “Looks like someone had a good time last night.”

You can’t help but groan, throwing your head back in frustration. The last thing you wanted was to deal with this right now. You close your gym locker with a soft slam, hoping it’ll block out the smirk on Jackie’s face and the intense curiosity in Van’s eyes.

“Not a word,” you mutter under your breath, but it’s no use, they’re already hooked.

Van raises an eyebrow, clearly enjoying the show. “Who do you think you’re fooling with that?” She points at the faint remnants of makeup trying to cover the bruises, but the marks are still visible, betraying you. “Come on, spill. Who’s the lucky mystery person?”

Jackie laughs, nudging Van. “Oh, I bet it’s someone from the team. She has been staying late after practice.” Her voice is laced with playful sarcasm, but you can see the pure amusement in her eyes.

You shift uncomfortably, reaching up to adjust your collar, but you know it’s no use, there’s no hiding it now. You glance around the locker room, hoping for some escape, but of course, Lottie is standing nearby, pretending to busy herself with her things. Her gaze flicks to yours for a split second, then quickly looks away, her face a little flushed.

You can feel the heat creeping up your neck, but you stay silent, hoping they’ll just move on.

Van narrows her eyes, a sly smile forming. “Seriously, though. No judgment, just… you’ve gotta tell us who has you looking like that.” She steps closer, hands on her hips.

“Was it someone from the other team? Or did you finally give in to someone’s charm on this side of the field?” She presses, moving her eyebrows up and down.

You roll your eyes, trying to brush it off. “it’s nothing-“

Jackie snickers. “Nothing? Come on, we all know better than that.”

You can’t help but glance at Lottie again, who’s still staying suspiciously quiet through everything.

You open your mouth to respond, maybe to deny it again, maybe to come up with some half-assed excuse, but before you can, the sound of the locker room door swinging open steals everyone’s attention.

“Hey, are you guys coming or what?” Tai’s voice cuts through the conversation as she leans against the doorway, already dressed and waiting. “Coach wants us out of here in five.”

You exhale quietly, seizing the opportunity before Van or Jackie can push further.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming,” you say quickly, reaching for your hoodie and pulling it over your head as casually as possible. Jackie gives you a lingering look like she isn’t quite done interrogating you.

Van lets out a dramatic sigh. “Ugh, fine. You’re off the hook… for now.” She points a finger at you, smirking. “But don’t think I won’t figure it out.”

Jackie hums in agreement, but thankfully, neither of them linger. The two of them trail after Tai, their voices fading as they make their way out of the locker room.

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

The room is quieter now, most of the team gone, leaving only the sounds of zippers, bags rustling, and the faint trickle of showers running in the distance. You turn back toward your locker, fingers still gripping the hem of your hoodie when you hear her.

“You okay?”

You don’t have to look to know it’s Lottie.

Her voice is soft and careful.

You glance over your shoulder, finding her still by her locker, hesitating like she isn’t sure if she should come closer. You nod, giving her a small smile.

“Yeah,” you murmur. “Just, wasn’t expecting all of that.”

Lottie exhales a quiet laugh, stepping closer. “I’m sorry,” she says softly. “I didn’t think it’d be that bad.”

You raise an eyebrow at her, tugging at the collar of your hoodie. “Tell that to the team.”

She hums, tilting her head like she’s thinking about it, but something is knowing in her expression like she isn’t sorry at all.

“You covered it up pretty well,” she offers, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. “For a while, at least.”

You huff, resisting the urge to roll your eyes. “Yeah, that worked out great.”

Lottie leans against the lockers beside you, her fingers brushing over the metal absentmindedly. For a second, she doesn’t say anything, just stands there watching you like she’s weighing something in her mind. Then in a voice quiet enough that no one else could hear she speaks.

“I’ll be more careful next time.”

[hoaxriot]

✸ we had nothing but each other, you were my whole world

parings. lottie matthews x fem!reader

summary. when lottie kills your way home, you seem to be the only one to agree. you were always her biggest believer.

warnings. spoilers for yellowjackets s3 ep7!!!!!! smut, murder, everything in the episode. brief mention of cannibalism.

the feast had started, everyone was sitting around the fire as everyone ate what they were served— ben. their coach had been found in the tunnels and they had taken him, kept him hostage, then one morning you had stumbled out of your shared hut with lottie to see nat covered in blood as misty yelled ‘murderer’ over and over.

nat had prepared the feast, you now sat on the arm chair of the broken off seat from the plane. you stared blankly into the fire, trying to ignore the fact of what who you were eating. it happened two other times. jackie and javi. now it wasn’t just for survival.

lottie slid her hands off of your waist as she looked around at the group then she screamed startling everyone but you just turned to look at her, she looked over her shoulder and you saw her lip quirk up as she stood up and approached the fire. you watched her with curiosity, lottie began to hum as the trees sung back to her.

“sing,” she softly spoke to everyone before she did it again, misty joined first and then lottie turned to look at you and nodded. you stood up as she reached out for you, you took her hand as you began singing, then everyone joined. the girls gathered around the fire dancing around it, you stayed beside lottie as her grip on your hand didn’t loosen.

even when she stopped, “no!” lottie yelled, you stopped immediately. you turned to look at her but saw three figures staring back at you in shock, you gasped with a smile as van spoke, “we’re going home” behind you. the man turned his head slightly seeing ben’s head.

you had been so shocked by the hikers that you didn’t register that lottie let go of your hand, you jumped at the sound of a thump. the man fell to his knees with a gasp, lottie stood behind him. looking up with a proud smile, she looked at you seemingly waiting for the same smile but you just stood with your mouth dropped.

“lottie, what did you do?” nat gasped out before the hikers took off in a run after shooting melissa with an arrow. you looked between the blonde, lottie, and the girls running after the two hikers. one of the girls had called your name jerking you out of your shock, you took off in a sprint to follow.

your lungs burned as you ran around the woods, you weren’t thinking about finding the hikers. you were thinking about lottie, why would she do that? it doesn’t want them here. you remembered her words after she axed his head, it had always been right. it had welcomed you into the wilderness and guided you.

as you walked back into the village with the hiker, you found lottie standing there cluelessly. as the girls walked farther you walked to her, the only person that you believed. that’s what lottie loved you for, from the moment it found her, you believed her. you listened to her mutters quietly, you let lottie guide her. she had to be right.

you softly approached her, lightly touching her hand careful not to scare her. she grabbed your hand and let you guide her back to your hut that she shared with you. lottie sat on the bed as you grabbed a rag, you were quiet and you left her.

“it doesn’t want them here, this is wrong.” she spoke, you stopped your movement of wetting the rag. you wrung it out before standing up, walking closer to her. lottie spread her legs so you could stand between them, she lifted her chin as you grabbed her face.

“i know, lot.” you whispered, lightly wiping the blood that she smeared on her face.

she studied your face for a few seconds, grabbing your wrist to stop your movements. “do you?”

you sighed as she took the rag from your hand and setting it down on a small table, “do you?” she repeated lowly, her voice five times lower than it usually is.

“yes.”

you looked into her eyes, lottie let go of your hand, you thought she didn’t believe you for a second until her hands began to rub against your sides until she reached your shoulders. you shuddered against her touch, she tugged lightly. “lot,” you muttered as her hands lowered to your dirty jeans. she stood up, bringing her hands to your face. you felt the wetness from her hands transferring to your skin, your cheeks now covered in blood of her sacrifice.

“i know, lot.” you replied louder, your voice no longer shaky, “they aren’t meant to be here.” you grabbed her hands that were still on your cheeks, you leaned beside her grabbing the rag and wiping her hands and yours, lottie let you wipe the blood from her face. she took the rag from your hands, wiping the blood of your cheeks.

lottie dropped the rag on the floor and you saw her eyes flickers down to your lips, you heard the voices of the other girls talking outside. before you could say anything, lottie brought her lips to yours. her hands snaking around your waist as she turned the two of you around, opening your mouth allowing her to swipe her tounge into it, exploring your mouth like she hadn’t done it multiple times before. lottie’s hands gripped your shirt, she lifted it up only breaking the kiss to put it over your head. the fall air hitting your skin causing you to shiver, you copied her actions, taking off her shirt.

“lot,” you whimpered as she squeezed your hips, she hummed as she lowered you onto the bed. she towered over your body, leaning on her knees as she unbuttoned your jeans, tapping your thigh. you listened to her, putting your ass up just enough for her to slid your pants down to your ankles. lottie straddled your waist, immediately kissing you again, more roughly than before. one hand laid against your neck as the other one traveled down to the waistband on your underwear, she teased against your skin, tracing circles. “lottie, please.” you shivered against her touch.

the girl above you smirked with a small nod her hand disappeared into your underwear, she dropped her head onto your bare chest once making contact with your wetness, a low groan escaping her throat. lottie was always vocal but mostly when it came to you, how wet you were, when you stood up for her against the girls, when you met that one spot on her skin with your lips. she rubbed soft, small circles on your clit gathering your wetness before traveling down to your entrance, she was teasing you. her smirk never left her lips as she watched your reaction.

“fuck, lottie, please.” you pleaded and she fucking loved it. “what, baby? what do you need from me?” she said lowly, nipping at your nipple causing you to whimper, back arching slightly. “you, your fingers, lot—“

lottie answered your pleading, pushing in one finger, you moaned grabbing onto her forearm, feeling the muscles she had gained during her time in the wilderness. she smirked slowly pushing one finger into you, your mouth dropped open with a broken gasp, remaining eye contact with her. she slowly began to push her finger in and out, every push she curled it causing you to squeeze her arm, leaving finger nail marks onto her tan skin.

without warning lottie pushed a second finger into, you threw your head back with a loud moan. “shh, sweet girl, the girls are right outside.” she said lowly, moving herself to where she was hovering beside you, still watching your reaction, she lowered her lips to you nipple, sucking and kissing. you whimpered against her touch, every thrust of her finger she curled them, she knew what she wanted.

“feel good?” she groaned against your chest, now instead of thrusting her fingers, she curled them fast hearing the sounds of your wetness and that spongy feeling inside of you causing you to arch your back and suppress your moans. she watched you, biting your nipple a little too hard making you silently scream.

her pace began to pick up and become more brutal, “fuck, lot, fuck, feels— so good, don’t stop, please, please.” you pleaded, she loved to hear it, and why would she ever wanna stop?

“yeah?” her voice lowered making your head spin, “mhm, yes, fuck.” you whimpered trying not to be loud, you moved over slightly so you could pull your arm, you fumbled around until you found the waist band of her pants, you looked at her waiting for her approval. she nodded slightly, spreading her legs to give you more access.

sliding your hands into her underwear feeling the wetness immediately, lottie groaned lowly making her pace faster, stopping your movements. she lost control against herself and whimpered making you squeeze your eyes shut, she bucked her hips into your hand, you began to rub circles on her clit more softly than she did on yours. “fuck, baby.” she groaned, her pace never broke on you though.

you opened your eyes to see lottie and you saw her. not who killed that hiker or who had been giving travis shrooms or making akilah go to the caves to see visions, not who everyone else saw. it was her making you moan, “oh, fuck, lot-lottie, i’m—“

she turned to look at you, her own face screwed up as your pace got faster matching hers. “i know, give it to me, sweet girl.”

“oh my god, fuck.” you whimpered biting your lip, “c’mon,” she moaned quietly, curling her fingers harder but sliding them in and out of you. your eyes rolled back as your mouth fell open as you came.

“fuck, lottie, i-“ you moaned loudly, she quickly brought her mouth to yours, swallowing all of your sounds as hers. your hand had stopped its movements but lottie was too far gone, bucking her hips into your hand roughly, moaning into your mouth. “oh my— baby.”

she removed her hand from your core, you were still reeling back from your orgasm, confused. she fumbled with her pants, unbuttoning them and sliding herself out of them and her underwear. she grabbed your upper thigh to move it, swinging her legs over yours until her core was hovering just above yours.

“sweetheart,” she said lowly grabbing your boobs, you looked up at her with low eyes. she swore she was in heaven. you nodded, you saw in her eyes she needed this. you needed this. the two of you hadn’t done much of anything in your hut like this since the team built them, she was always too focused on travis or akilah. it hurt you but you understood her and believed her and she loved you for that. you always did.

lottie lowered herself onto you, making you whimper at the touch, far too sensitive from your first orgasm, also the first time being in contact with her like this since winter. it was always lazily touching each other before the two of you fell asleep.

“i,” she cut herself off once she began to move her hips, moaning lowly, she wouldn’t be able to be quiet. “i love you.” she whimpered out, you began to move your own hips to help her. smiling as you grabbed her neck, lowering her until you captured her lips, taking in all of her sounds.

“i love you.”

the sounds of your wetness and hers made you bit her bottom lip, she groaned out. “fuck, i miss you.” she said vulnerably, you tried not to freeze the movements of your hips, you only faltered for a second. “i’m here, lot.” you said, grabbing her shoulders and flipping the two of you, this is how it always was before. you fixed your legs, before you started to move faster, your cum from before leaking onto her clit. lottie’s mouth opened, “baby— fuck, fuck, don’t—“

“i know,” you whispered shakily leaning down to capture her lips again, it was hard though. both of your mouths just opened against each other. you knew it was coming up on her fast, it was on you too. “i love you, i love you,” she chanted as she stared at you, your movements became sloppy, she brought her hands to your hips helping you.

“oh, fuck, lot.” she heard the desperation in your voice, “i know,” she whispered. one certain movement causing your clit to rub against hers had her cumming.

her mouth hung open, “fuck, oh my,” she moaned loudly now not giving a shit if the girls heard— or even the fucking hikers, she hoped they heard. “are you gonna?” she asked as her hips still moved into you, you nodded unable to speak. she looked into your eyes waiting for you, you cried out as she moved her hips faster. you came hard, falling into her arms, she wrapped her hand around your waist, handing coming to your clit. she rubbed fast circles on it, your legs shook as you gushed onto her own clit, she bit your shoulder to suppress her own sounds. she flipped over so she was laying beside you, she missed this and she wouldn’t miss it now. she attacked your clit roughly as you squirted. you never had before you crashed but meeting lottie, she made you and every time it was her goal, it was easy for you to, she knew exactly what to do.

she was entranced by you, she held your stomach down with her lower arm since you were overstimulated by the touch— but it felt so fucking good. she rubbed her whole hand against your clit slipping her fingers into you roughly, feeling the warmth of you, the squirt falling past her long fingers.

“oh, fuck, lot, lot.” you chanted her name grabbing her wrist to try and stop her movements but deep down you didn’t want too, it was just too much. “i know, baby, it’s just—“ she rubbed circles as you continued to cum and squirt, not as much anymore. she slowly softened her attack on your clit, kissing your stomach.

“i love you.”

[sunsettsam]

primal instinct

I warnings: mentions of death, blood, slight horror, cannibalism, reader being devoted to lottie, religious symbolism... don't like? don't read!

I pairing: antlerqueen! lottie matthews x fem! reader

The night was young, the stars lighting up the clear night sky, it was hot. disgustingly hot, tonight there would be a feast. The wilderness seemed to whisper into everyone's ears, except yours, which lottie found irrevocably strange. You would catch her staring at you, wanting and yearning in her gaze, a slight hunger, primal even.

Ever since laura lee had 'awakened' lottie in the lake - she became inept to the wilderness, her doe brown eyes becoming darker with every passing day. her pupils dilated whenever she watched the others feast on the corpses of the woodland animals, her eyes roaming over shauna's hands as the dug into the flesh, dissecting the animal, pulling out it's intestines, her teeth gleaming in the flickering firelight, its almost as if she was more animal than human, a wolf in sheep's clothing, like the lottie you knew was gone, and a monster wearing her skin remained.

you weren't immune to the horrors the group had suffered - no, you had watched as they grabbed jackies limbs, tearing her apart with their teeth, stretching the cooked skin, blood under their fingernails, their eyes devoid of any humanity at that moment, and it's not like you were innocent either, grabbing onto whatever you could find, a pancreas or a bit of arm meat, your mouth smothered with jackies blood, in your own mind to keep you sane, you just imagined it was a massive steak.

you somehow managed to keep your sanity - through it all, choosing to remain 'gulible' despite the savagery and gruesome truth that was unfolding, the 'council' as they called themselves- but in reality it was van, shauna, lottie, and taissa had voted - a fight broke out, and lottie had assumed title of the antler queen. she looked over to you, the makeshift crown of weeds, flowers hung on her head, holding in her palms what seemed to be something she wanted to give you, without a word, you treaded over, almost desperate.

''kneel.'' she whispered, and you did, looking up to her like she were your goddess, eyes full of emotion, glassy, cheeks slightly flushed. Opening her palms, she let the blood of the deer they had caught that night drip down onto your face, it hit your nose, falling down your cheeks, you inhaled, closing your eyes, the scent of the blood traveling through your system, opening your mouth as you licked at it.

it was like something clicked within your system - the scent of blood, the way she looked at you from above, the way the crown fit her head so angelically you could almost cry tears of joy, you opened your eyes, pupils blown wide.

''the wilderness will always provide.'' she whispers, taking her blood-soaked fingers, and gently caressing your cheek, before her thumb moved to trace over your chapped lips, gently pushing in, your gaze still on her, a soft moan threatened to escape your throat as she pushed in further. her eyes never moved from you, watching as the wilderness took you apart and peeled itself to get inside you, unravelling your very being, reconstructing your nervous system as the hunger began to fuel you, her thumb reached the back of your throat, her head cocked to the side, humming softly, before pulling it out slowly, you languished in it, sucking on her thumb like a pathetic servant, a wanton whimper leaving you as you let her thumb go with a small 'pop'.

you slowly arose, dizzy, your world spinning around you, everything blending into one another, you let out a soft gasp as you found yourself stumbling toward lottie, to which she gently took your hand, her palms dirtied with dried blood and mud, you could even see the little bits of rotten skin under her nails from digging into the carcass from the feast. you looked up to her, and she to you, and before you could even react, she kissed you, hard.

It was intoxicating, far from quiet and soft or tender, no, this kiss was to be seared into your memory, rough and hard, with no care or thought, purely animalistic and feral. you kissed her back, breathing her in like she was the only oxygen you needed like she was all you would ever need, because that's what she was to you, becoming the antler queen, becoming what you basically regarded as your goddess. she tasted of blood, but your tongue lapped at her like a dog in heat, the two of you fighting for dominance, until she pulled at your bottom lip, biting it, which made you whine softly, pulling away, you looked at her, eyes half-lidded, mouth parted.

''so delicate...'' she whispers, watching you stumble and try to collect yourself from the kiss.

you were her servant, and she your god.

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authors note: i lovelovelove lottie.. so here you go !! <33 working on bots and more fics to come soon! <33 wanna be tagged? comment below! shares + reblogs welcomed! please don't copy my works/post them on other platforms!

[alottietimeleft]

love selfshippers like yesss lottie will kiss u and call u princess. who up yumeshipping 👩‍❤️‍👩

[yllwjktscult]

finishing rewriting (actually more like aesthetic things but also editing) for a short comfort ffs for both nat and lottie that i have in my notes for a while, but after friday episode im posting it for the sake of my mental health 🥹 (i never read it again, once i write it)

dropping it either later today or tomorrow!🫶🏻

(dropping it because i just wanna give them both a fucking hug and i know you all do too 😔)

[raspberrylovc]

added the j ai bots i made to my masterlist !!!

[sevsbunny]

guys i’m holding two no wry important hyperfixations in my hands right now.

one on, it’s sevika’s cock

on the other is yellowjackets

please indulge me in this if you’d like

[therealantlerqueen]

[cherrynailsgrl]

she died alone.

she really died alone. You all were horrible with her this season and she literally was practicing how to apologize in front of a mirror with tears in her eyes and trembling lips.

she took care of others all the time and no one taked care of her; she was out of the psychiatric and one week later she’s dead.

rest in peace Charlotte Matthews. The peace you never got alive. Love you.

[mirrored-muse]

ᴡʜᴇʀᴇᴠᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴛʀᴀʏ, ɪ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡ. | ʟ.ᴍ

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 824 (blurb)

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ʟᴏᴛᴛɪᴇ ᴛᴇɴᴅꜱ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴏʀᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʟᴏᴏʀ.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ʟᴏᴛᴛɪᴇ ᴍᴀᴛᴛʜᴇᴡꜱ x ꜰᴇᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴀ/ɴ: ʜɪ! ꜱᴏ ᴛᴡ: ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰɪᴄ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ ᴀ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴡʜᴀᴛ ɢʀᴀᴘʜɪᴄ ᴅᴇꜱᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴛᴡɪꜱᴛᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴋʟᴇ.

The woods stretched out before you, vast and seemingly never-ending. Towering trees lined the trail in front of you, their shadows making it difficult to see across the path. But with Lottie by your side, the wilderness didn’t feel so scary, at least, not until the ground gave out from under you.

Your foot caught on a hidden root, twisting your ankle in a painful, unnatural direction. A sharp, strangled cry slipped from your lips as you tumbled forward, hitting the ground hard. Your palms scraped against the jagged rocks beneath the dirt, and a sharp jolt of pain shot through your leg.

“Lottie,” you gasped, your breath quickening as the pain worsened, your body unable to keep you steady.

Lottie was there in an instant, her presence like a lifeline. She crouched down beside you, her hands immediately reaching for your leg. Her gaze softened when she saw the way you winced.

“Are you okay?” Her voice was calm, but there was an edge of panic to it you could hear beneath her steadiness.

“I think I twisted my ankle. It really hurts.” You tried to move it, but the instant you did, pain surged through your body, and you groaned, biting your lip to stop from crying out.

Her hands were gentle as she inspected your ankle, her fingertips gliding over your skin with a careful touch. “Let me see it,” she murmured, and her eyes locked onto you as she began to unwrap the scarf from around her neck.

You watched her, the way her face softened into a worried frown. Even out here, with the trees closing in around you and no one else in sight, she made you feel like everything would be okay. You trusted her completely, even now when you were sitting on the ground with a throbbing ankle.

With a few quick motions, she fashioned a makeshift bandage and wrapped it around your injured foot. Her fingers were light and reassuring, as though her touch alone could take all your pain away.

“There. How’s that feel?” she asked, her voice low and soothing.

You tried moving your foot again, but it was too much. You let out a breathy laugh, half in frustration and half in relief. “Not great,” you admitted, wincing at the strain in your voice. “I don’t think I’m gonna be able to walk on it anytime soon.”

Lottie didn’t say anything right away. She just helped you to your feet slowly, her hands guiding you upright. The second you tried to put weight on your foot, your face contorted in pain, and you stumbled against her. She wrapped her arm around your waist instantly, pulling you close and holding you steady.

“Alright. No way you’re walking back like this.” She gave you a small smile, though you could see the worry in her eyes. “Lean on me.”

“Lottie…” You protested weakly, but she was already supporting most of your weight, her shoulder acting as your steady anchor. There was no way you were getting away from her.

“Hey, don’t worry about it,” she said softly, her voice calm. “We’ll get back to the cabin, no problem. I’ve got you.”

You leaned into her, a little embarrassed but so grateful for her unwavering support. The air was crisp, and your heart beat a little faster in your chest, not just from the pain but from the closeness. Her arm still wrapped around you, like she wasn’t planning on letting you go, not for a second.

Every step felt longer than the last, but you didn’t mind. Because with her, you felt like you could endure anything. You could survive the wilderness as long as she was there to hold you.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered after a while, the ache in your ankle still sending sharp pains up your leg. “I didn’t mean to slow us down.”

Lottie laughed softly, the sound a sweet salve to your worried mind. “Are you kidding? It’s okay. You’re not slowing me down at all.” Her voice softened, and you could hear the affection in it. “I’d carry you if I had to.”

You couldn’t help but smile, despite the pain. “You’d carry me? You sure you’d be able to?”

Lottie huffed out a quiet laugh, nudging you with her shoulder. “I’d find a way,” she said, her voice light, but her eyes steady on yours. “I mean, you’d owe me big time, but I’d do it.”

You leaned a little more into her as you walked, the pain still sharp, but dulled by her help. “I think I already owe you,” you murmured.

“Nah,” she replied, glancing down at you with a small smile. “This is just what we do. You’d do the same for me.”

You didn’t answer right away, just nodded and kept walking with her, one slow step at a time, the two of you making your way through the silence of the woods.

[thinkinonsense]

old man!logan x fem!reader

masterlist

— nothing was going right for logan tonight. work was shit and his body ached with indescribable pain. the only thing he wanted to do was crawl home to you.

"l-lo...?"

your sleepy voice was barely audible. logan tried to be quiet as he came into the house later than usual.

"hey, princess." he mutters, ridding himself of his suit jacket and slipping off his shoes.

"come lay down with me." you beg softly, wanting him to scoop you up into his big arms and cradle you like a delicate little thing.

"in a minute..." he replies, kneeling down at the foot of the bed. "wanna see my girl."

logan pulls the thin sheet off of your body; only covered by one of his shirts and a pair of lavender panties. nothing special but he adored them anyways.

"looks like she missed me too." he groans, swiping his thumb over the wet spot that grows in between your legs.

still half asleep but moaning quietly into one of the pillows next to you.

lately this is all he's been wanting to do when he returns home. lay in between your legs either slowly making out with your cunt or fingering you until you're on the verge of tears. not that you minded this sudden change, never rejecting logan from his acclaimed spot between your thighs.

"gonna let me spend some time with her, sweetheart?" he says, not expecting a verbal response.

you lazily nod your head and lift your hips a little so he can pull down your panties, tossing them aside.

"atta girl."

the low rumble in his voice left you whimpering. like a tease, logan spreads your folds, watching your arousal leak from within you. he loved splitting you open and seeing his affect on you.

"what's gotcha so soaked, baby?" he coos at your cunt, blowing a little air on it and watching how your body responds to it, hips wiggling and hole clenching for him.

"she's just cryin' for me, huh?" he chuckles, lifting your tired legs back near your head as he towers over you.

"p-please..." you whine, looking up at him with glossy eyes.

without saying a word, logan slips his middle and ring fingers inside of you, nudging that sweet spot of yours. a choked moan escapes you and your hands fly to his wrist. what's usually gentle soon turns vigorous at the pace he's moving.

"uh- fuck!" you gasp, fully awake now. " 's too much, lo."

"you can take it, sweetheart." he says sternly as his other hand draws circles on one of your legs, holding them in the air.

heat pools in your belly as you scratch your nails down logan's wrists. he can't help but adore the little 'uh-uh-uh's' spilling from your plump lips. the lewd slaps of slick fill the room as his pace picks up, bumping his fingertips against the spongy spot inside of you.

"d-don't stop, please." you beg, staring up at him with glossy, glazed over eyes. soft little mumbles of "pleasepleaseplease" ringing in logan's ears like his favorite song.

"fuck, practically cutting off my circulation." logan grunts before spitting on your button and using his thumb to stimulate you further.

all that can be heard are your incoherent babbles and logan's grunts of encouragement. his thick rough fingers stretch you in ways you didn't think were possible.

logan leans down to kiss your trembling lips, grunting at the little whimpers that escape. the fast slaps of his palm on your clit makes you bite down on his lower lip, healing so quickly that you don't even taste any blood.

"c'mon princess..." he groans, pulling apart just enough to speak. "be a good girl and soak my hand for me."

in that moment, his fingers inside of you are perfectly timed with the circles his thumb draws, sending you into a state of nirvana. panting and moaning against logan's lips while he praises you.

"that's it, sweetheart."

"there's my good girl."

once your heart rate returns to normal, logan cleans you up with a small rag before laying down in bed next to you. his muscular arms wrap around you and pull you in so he can spoon you.

"miss me that much?" you ask with a small chuckle as he kisses your neck.

"mhm, had another shitty day and needed to spend some time with my girl." he answers, words muffled by your hair.

"aw, i'm sorry baby." you turn over to face him, pecking his lips. "anything i can do to make it better?"

"it's already better now, honey." he reassures, brushing hair out of your face.

"too bad...." you smirk. "was gonna offer to ride you."

logan's eyes darken with lust as you move to straddle him, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. warm hands roam around his shirtless torso, innocently drawing lazy outlines of his abs.

who could blame you for wanting to be an attentive girlfriend?

[valnvy]

i go insane everytime i think about them

[owuwi]

LOTTIE MATTHEWS.ᐟ

➤ rough!lottie matthews x gf!reader hcs

⤷ cw: eventual nsfw content, top!lottie, sub!reader, a bit of somno, fingering, pussy eating, tribbing, reader has a bush:3 —so does lottie but it's not mentioned..—

requested:3

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── .✦ lottie who randomly started feeling beyond frustrated with everything and everyone. perhaps the new feeling was caused by the hunger she felt at all times combined with the horrific situation they were living. ⊹ ࣪ ˖

── .✦ lottie who, at first, did everything she possibly could to keep her frustration to herself. despite her not being the actual leader anymore, she couldn't be seemed fuming—but most importantly, she didn't want you seeing her like that. ⊹ ࣪ ˖

── .✦ lottie who stopped caring about controlling herself once the cabin burnt down. ⊹ ࣪ ˖

── .✦ rough.ᐟlottie whose behavior changed completely. she had this darker aura, a more mysterious vibe. the way she moved was cautious—every step was meticulously calculated—, her words had an eerie vibe, and her voice was lower than usual. ⊹ ࣪ ˖

── .✦ rough.ᐟlottie who started acting really strange. she wasn't the soft, shy girl you met and fell in love with. it was as if the terrors she'd experienced had finally gotten to her. ⊹ ࣪ ˖

── .✦ rough.ᐟlottie who acted as if everything was okay, accepting the reality the girls—and well, also travis—were living in. 'don't worry about it, okay?' were the words she always said whenever you brought up her new demeanor. ⊹ ࣪ ˖

── .✦ rough.ᐟlottie who was suddenly like a rabid dog. she was aggressive, angry, wild, yet in her own way. she wasn't like shauna, she didn't explode randomly, it was more subtle: noticeable in her gaze, in her body language. ⊹ ࣪ ˖

── .✦ rough.ᐟlottie who changed your mind about how subtle her anger was. after seeing the way she pushed tai away and basically started drugging travis, you couldn't help but to feel slightly scared of her. ⊹ ࣪ ˖

── .✦ rough.ᐟlottie who was so fucking needy at all times. it was this primal need she felt towards you that she simply couldn't control. she couldn't be apart from you—she obviously didn't want to—and she made that very clear. ⊹ ࣪ ˖

── .✦ rough.ᐟlottie who now kissed you as if she was starving—no pun intended—. with her calloused hand on your throat, her lips moved against yours with raw desperation. she wanted you to know the control she held over you, wanted you to feel it on every inch of your body, despite how pathetically weak she was for you. ⊹ ࣪ ˖

── .✦ rough.ᐟlottie who later realize why she had been acting like this; she needed to have you so fucking bad. the little-to-no privacy the girls had was maddening, making their personal needs get pent up. ⊹ ࣪ ˖

── .✦ rough.ᐟlottie who, eventually, stopped caring about the others. she didn't care if the girls listened how good she was making you feel—she didn't mind. the two of you shared a hut, placed exactly in the middle of the area where you built your new homes, and it was quite obvious that the sticks weren't going to prevent any of the noise from being heard. ⊹ ࣪ ˖

── .✦ rough.ᐟlottie who, one night, when your body was firmly pressed against hers, she allowed her feelings to get the best of her. she started slowly, pressing her chapped lips against the column of your throat, before sliding lower. before she even realized, she was already on top of you—head buried in your neck—. 'c'mon.. wake up, please...' ⊹ ࣪ ˖

── .✦ rough.ᐟlottie who, the second you were awake and conscious enough to give her proper consent, immediately took your clothes off. it didn't take her long before she was in between your legs, lapping up at your sticky cunt like a madwoman—her nose pressed against your pelvis, your prickly pubes tickling her lightly—before pushing two of her dirty fingers past your hole. ⊹ ࣪ ˖

── .✦ rough.ᐟlottie whose pace was fucking brutal. she knew your body like the palm of her hand so her long fingers were hitting that spot that never failed to make your body shake, so your orgasm crashed over you in no time—your cum flooding her mouth and soaking her fingers even more—. ⊹ ࣪ ˖

── .✦ rough.ᐟlottie who took off her shorts and—ruined— panties and lowered herself, her eyes closing and a sigh leaving her mouth at the light pleasure that cursed through her body. quickly, she started rutting her hips against you, smearing her wetness against yours while whining softly. ⊹ ࣪ ˖

── .✦ rough.ᐟlottie who came in like, two minutes, and immediately felt way calmer. her whole body relaxed and her mind was completely clear. it was even hard for her to believe she was once so aggressive—especially to you—, but at least she already had her fix. ⊹ ࣪ ˖

[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.

[therealantlerqueen]

[cherrynailsgrl]

Callie braiding Lottie’s hair, Lottie’s eating popcorn like she is a teenage girl with her friend and they both having an sleepover.

This scene already have a special place in my heart.