#lotties-ashwagandha

[hansslut]

I ENDLESSLY support what you posted about the yellowjackets fandom,, there are some really fucking weird people in the fandom and over the last few months it’s been filled with such toxicity and hate and im horrified by so much of what is posted. I saw you posted someone who came after you in your inbox,, im hoping no one’s giving you too much of a hard time because you’re absolutely right that rape should never ever be used in fics (among so many other things put in fics in the fandom lmao). i just came here to say that i hear you, i support you, i understand.

thank you so much for understanding omg 😭 it's genuinely so frustrating to see this fandom go to shit because of porn brainrotted people that wrote borderline abuse and r4pe like it was NOTHING and people ate it up, most known writers in the yj fandom ( and one specific that everybody is making a fuss over just bcs they deactivated💀 ) literally love to romanticise sensitive themes that actually happen in real life, it's insane. And it's genuinely even more insane how people are telling me im lying out of my ass when im not the only one that knows about the shitty harmful fics in this fandom. But anyways, thank you so much for supporting me 💖💖 it's frustrating knowing im not lying and i could obviously prove and expose HUGE yjs writers as awful people but most people wouldn't believe me either way because they turn the other way when they see it's their fav writer, so i really appreciate u saying all of this 🫶🏻

[shaunamilfman]

your dating lottie headcanons im SCREAMING i need this woman so bad

I'm really glad you liked them!

god lottie matthews the woman you areeeee. need her carnally fr.

[rippedpatches]

HIII im good! how are you??!

hi mootie

HELLO LOVER

how are you today <3

[rippedpatches]

me when elias

what did i do to deserve this??

[thatgayb1tchwhosimps4her]

@lotties-ashwagandha how dare you be this funny

[webism]

KINKTOBER DAY ELEVEN: wax play with sukuna

kinktober masterlist

what a fuckin dweeb he is. another short one i apologise

sukuna doesn't know how to be normal about wax play. you've taught him the ins-and-outs, shown him what body-safe candles to buy and how to drip them so each searing splatter against your skin feels more heavenly than the last, you even tested it out on him first—let him feel the melted wax against his chest and abs for a taste of what you'd be in store for.

but no, he insists on being weird about it. he will melt down ten candles and pool them together in a bowl so he's got a larger canvas to work with. and then he ties your naked body down to the bed, dips his entire hand into the wax and drags his burning palm down your body.

he will cup his hand under the wax, pool as much of it as he can into his palm and then lift your knee so he can watch hot wax run down your thigh. he always picks the candles with the red wax too, and you doubt his favoured colour is a coincidence—not with how crazy the sight of it against your skin drives him.

and sure, you can't think of much at all when his cock is buried so deep inside of you hat you're seeing stars. but sukuna will coat his hand in wax and bring it, still dripping, to the side of your face to direct your gaze to him. his red-coated thumb pushing at your lips—he'd force a few waxy fingers into your mouth if you'd let him. god he loves the sight.

sometimes he just gets you to do the same, to coat your smaller hand in wax and wipe over his body, his face, his cock. to be covered just as you are, both coated in what should be painful but is instead narcotic... it sends him thoughtless.

and so he, in turn, sends you thoughtless with his cock as he drips hot wax over your body. rubs it into your skin with heated hands and watches as it pools in the dips and shapely parts of your frame. makes you cum as he pours it over you, in hopes that you'll eventually link the scalding red with blinding pleasure.

but of course, because he has to make it weird, he will try and lick it off you after.

@medusamara5 @echodead @aliisinwonderland @curiositykilledthecatx3 @hirainne

@plinkuro @sooouth @megumiiiswife @nyxiswrites1200 @yveiscringe

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@sukunasbbygrl @luna-v-roiya @sukunaspillow @starsval @vamqyx

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@xixflower

[stayevildarling]

it‘s time 🥳

let‘s drop our spotify wrappeds!

tagging: @billiebeanhoward, @lucyintheskywithxanax, @stepintomyworld, @grilledcheeseandguavajelly, @camillelespanayesbtch, @naturesapphic, @lotties-ashwagandha, @paulsonsratched, @sweetestberryofthebunch and anyone that would like to do this🫶🏼

[braidlottie]

sugar mommy!lottie + aerophobia ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ fluff/hc, soft!mommy!lottie, reader has aerophobia (scared of flying), lottie has her own jet, no plane crash au, wc: 284

posting blurbs to keep me active >>>

“you ready, honey?” lottie sat down next to you, buckling her seatbelt. you nodded hesitantly, looking out the window. you were excited about your trip with lottie, she was taking you to greece for vacation, since she finally had some free time with you.

“nervous?” she noticed you fiddling with your shirt sleeves anxiously. she frowned when you avoided her gaze. “sweetheart.. it’s okay. it’s super safe. i’ve never had a problem with this flight, mommy’s been flying with these pilots for years.” she reassured you, pulling your head in for a kiss.

lottie showed you all the different movies you could watch, telling you it was going to be quite a long flight. it took 10 hours to get to greece from jersey.

the flight attendant came back and brought you some juice and a couple of snacks to calm you down. everything was going well until it was time to takeoff. the plane’s engine was loud, you could feel it rumbling in your chest. you whined, tears pooling in your eyes.

“you’re fine, baby, remember? mommy’s right here.” her hand wrapped around you. “once we’re up in the air, we can watch a movie, whichever one you want.”

lottie watched you lean in closer to her, clinging onto her arm. you closed your eyes, burying your face into her shoulder. you felt a couple of bumps of turbulence, the plane steadying shortly after.

when it’s safe she unbuckles your seatbelt, and lets you snuggle up with her, laying your head on her chest. she keeps her promise, letting you decide on the movie. once you do, the two of you share earbuds, wrapping up in a blanket and enjoying the smooth flight.

taglist: @antlerbf @deerlottie @theyellowjacketschewtoy @girltwinklater @kessellluvr @lotties-ashwagandha 

[feminin0m3n0n]

whenever i read a lottie matthews (grown) fanfiction and the warnings be : ANAL, BREEDING, SPANKING, EDGING AND CNC F***ING 😈😈😈.

and then its this babygirl who does group meditation and drinks ashwagandha :

[ilikereadingthisiswhatilike]

October

(X) = Smut

Heavy Metal Family Agatha Harkness

Forget her @lovedrruunk  Summary: In which you get played by your situationship. Jinx thinks you deserve better anyway Warnings: None Specials Tags: None Jinx

AFLAME @vxsellie (X) Summary: your apartment goes up in flames and you're unlucky enough to have been on the top floor, your front door blocked by fire. thankfully, a certain firefighter finds you before it's too late Warnings: None Specials Tags: Multi Part, Fire Fighter AU Ellie Williams

again &. again @acid-ixx Summary: None Warnings: None Specials Tags: Multi Part Batfamily

Soulmate Soul Animal @darkstaria Summary: Dark pupils watched from the ceiling, their gaze affixed upon you. You sighed, deciding to ignore its presence. Warnings: None Specials Tags: Multi Part, Soulmate au Batfamily

Come to Bed, Jinx @ha-rinrin Summary: After days of sleepless nights and drowning herself in Silco’s unfinished business, Jinx’s exhaustion is overwhelming.  Warnings: None Specials Tags: None Jinx

Right where you left me @space-cowgirllll Summary: None Warnings: None Specials Tags: Major Angst Abby Anderson

FORTUNE @lotties-ashwagandha Summary: None Warnings: None Specials Tags: Head canon Rogue Amendiares

PRIVACY @lotties-ashwagandha (X) Summary: None Warnings: None Specials Tags: None Panam Palmer

Jealous @hanako-arasakas-twink Summary: None Warnings: None Specials Tags: Head canons Panam Palmer

house wife @witchesverse (X) Summary: after wanda meets you in her hex, she decides that she wants to keep you as her own. Warnings: noncon, heavy manipulation, degradation, mention of murder Specials Tags: Head canons Wanda Maximoff

Oh darling, will you still walk me home? @joannasprose Summary: helping out a reserved, and distant Violet after a pit fight and her unrelenting absence. Warnings: None Specials Tags: None Vi

tickets @babygirlwritessmut Summary: Vi`s weird behavior bothered you, later she decided to have a serious conversation about the future of your relationship Warnings: None Specials Tags: grumpy x sunshine Vi

Hurt @jgrills Summary: None Warnings: None Specials Tags: Platonic Vi

Torn Between Fire and Ice @ha-rinrin Summary: In a world divided between Piltover’s rules and Zaun’s chaos, a forbidden connection grows. Warnings: None Specials Tags: Caitlyn's Little Sister Jinx

bratty sub @ha-rinrin (X) Summary: bratty sub jinx x dom fem!reader Warnings: None Specials Tags: None Jinx

Sweet Distractions @ha-rinrin Summary: In the quiet of a lonely night, a familiar chaos slips through the window Warnings: None Specials Tags: None Jinx

Backburner @prowresfics Summary: You get fed up with being pushed to the back of Rhea's mind and confront her. Warnings: None Specials Tags: None Rhea Ripley

First Bite @ripleyresonance Summary: How does a hook-up turn into an eternity with fangs. You may not know much about this world, but sometimes one bite is all it takes. Warnings: Blood, Murder Specials Tags: Vampire Au, Vampire Hunter Au Rhea Ripley

Left To Face This Alone Together @specialinterestshows Summary: Rhea’s girlfriend (reader) and Damian’s girlfriend (OC) don’t often get a reprieve from their abusive partners, but when they’re left without supervision, their imaginations run wild Warnings: Domestic violence/abusive relationship mention Specials Tags: Mutli Part Rhea Ripley

Let Go @official-cvntified-gay (X) Summary: Sub!AD and Dom!Reader Warnings: None Specials Tags: None Alcina Dimistriscu

Drain Me @r3starttt (X) Summary: Sub!AD and Dom!Reader Warnings: Blood Specials Tags: Vampire Au, Stalking Au Caitlyn

hunting&f*cking @theresascove (X) Summary: you feel her presence drawing closer. Warnings: None Specials Tags: Pray Au Ellie Williams

oh baby, can you hear me moan @girlrotterr (X) Summary: You come home earlier than usual to find your roommates door slightly ajar. You can’t help but peek inside. Warnings: None Specials Tags: Roommate Au Ellie Williams

you know how I love it when you ride on me @theresascove(X) Summary: Ellie fucks you in the locker room showers while her teammate is chatting to her in a nearby shower Warnings: None Specials Tags: College AU Ellie Williams

Giving In (to the Love): Townie @venusindelusion Summary: If you thought you had terrible luck before, tonight will definitely prove that your life is jinxed when a misunderstanding with a pink haired girl makes your college life a little more difficult. Warnings: None Specials Tags: College Au, Mutli Part Vi

BLOMSTERTID @mo0nfairy  Summary: Centuries-old mage, Y/N L/N, possesses magical abilities unheard of. A few citizens monopolize the remnants of magic they find, of which they now title “Hextech”. Hearsay of this power bleeds through all of Runeterra, until Piltover and Zaun find themselves in an anarchic war to obtain said power. Before Y/N can even blink, however, the humans neglect their plans when they realize they’d rather have Y/N instead. Warnings: None Specials Tags: Mutli Part, Arcane x reader

Halloween Heartbeat @thetorturedfagdepartment Summary: None Warnings: None Specials Tags: Halloween Au Ellie Williams

nosferatu @themidnightcrimson (X) Summary: after wanda meets you in her hex, she decides that she wants to keep you as her own. Warnings: noncon, blood, supernatural, horror, gore, Specials Tags: Vampire Au Wanda Maximoff

Arcadia @multifandomme (X) Summary: When you think about Alcina, you just can't help yourself... but you soon discover that her self-control is as flimsy as your own. Warnings: None Specials Tags: None Alcina Dimistriscu

𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝚰𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐃𝚰𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑 @les4elliewilliams (X) Summary: None Warnings: mention of blood/murders, drugs usage Specials Tags: Ghost Face Au Ellie Williams

GhostFace @r3starttt (X) Summary: None Warnings: Gun Play Specials Tags: Ghost Face Au CaitVi

Arcadia @multifandomme (X) Summary: Alcina disrupts your maiden duties to engage in a little fun. Warnings: None Specials Tags: None Alcina Dimistriscu

Use ful less Child @maicenitas Summary: In your attempt to help your mom, everything goes as wrong as it possibly can Warnings: Child Abuse Specials Tags: Multi Part Batfamily

Picture Imperfect @ripleyresonance Summary: Your ex-girlfriend shows up at your engagement party. Will old habits die hard or the wish of a stable life prevail. Warnings: None Specials Tags: Ex-girlfriend Au Rhea Ripley

Mafia @savannahsdeath (X) Summary: None Warnings: None Specials Tags: Mafia Au Ellie Williams

[discogirlsclub]

one time i went to california and joined an esoteric cult in the east but it was really in the west and they told me if i wanted to be one with the land i’d have to cut both my feet off and eat them and now i’m footless but the leader was a hot blonde milf so all is well

@lotties-ashwagandha

[mistydear]

soften me now, let me take as is given (xviiii)

billie dean howard x reader summary: You meet Billie in mourning. She's too professional, and you're too angry, and it takes too long to see her again. And again. And again as your lives tumble together. w/c: 3.3k taglist: @lotties-ashwagandha chapter one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen notes: happy pride! think you guys'll like this one warnings: a considerable amount of alcohol and its aftermath

Norah, who is in a skin tight green dress and heels you know will be coming off the second she gets tipsy, cashes in her birthday privileges when reinforcements arrive to help finish setting up. She sits daintily on a barstool while you and mutual friends tie up balloons, set up string lights, and prep a beer pong table. 

Once you’re able to relax for a few minutes, Norah celebrates by pouring all of them a shot. The lights in Norah’s apartment are a mix of pinks and blues and reds, the string lights are taped to the bar, and they have more than enough alcohol to last them several months. 

“Here’s to another year older and no better off,” Norah toasts. A chorus of cheers and salut and unintelligible whoops was followed by the painful grimaces of people who are too old to be taking shots without a chaser. So, you pour everyone another. Just to start the night off right. 

The first two hours of the evening fly by. There’s beer pong and good music and video games in the living room, and you’re just about to broach the subject of the cake when a familiar face walks through the door. A beer in hand, you weave your way to the entryway. Billie Dean Howard is in a silky black dress, and her legs are showing, and you feel like you’re about to be knocked to the floor with the force of her. She’s looking around, bag on her shoulder, heels as tall as the night is long. 

“Billie,” you call, regaining your voice, dodging the last few people to get to her. It’s sweaty and smells like sweet flavored vodka in Norah’s apartment, and the noise and the lights and the people seem to hit Billie like a wave. But she narrows in on you with a weary smile. You wrap an arm around her, and she stiffens momentarily but reciprocates, nails grazing the skin of your shoulder blade. 

“Hi,” she breathes, and you pull away. 

“You can put your purse in Norah’s room. It’s the only place off limits tonight,” you say, dragging her through the crowd. She dodges and weaves easily as you plough through, your hand gripping hers. You close the door behind you, and Billie hesitates, setting her purse gently on Norah’s bed. 

“When you promised chaos, you meant it,” Billie offers, and you grin. 

“I told you Norah’s insane.” But there’s something in Billie’s body language that flips a switch in you. She’s closed off, and you think maybe it’s the people, but Billie’s used to a lot of people in her face. “Are you okay?” Her eyes widen momentarily, and she looks away in a panic but then slowly back to you, swallowing. 

“Am I that transparent?” she asks, and you shake your head. 

“Not at all.” Billie’s eyes drag across you, lingering, analyzing, looking. 

“Good.” It’s final, and you accept it as such. “Is Andy here?” 

“No,” you say, jaw twitching. Billie nods, not pushing, and you take the last swig of your beer. “Come on, let’s get you a drink.” As soon as you and Billie are back in the kitchen, Norah grins and claps. She’s just unveiled the cake, a red solo cup in hand. 

“You’re here!” she squeals and sets down her cup. Then her arms are wrapped tightly around Billie who blinks and stumbles back. As she recovers, her arms come up to hold Norah, featherlight and awkward. It’s a far cry from the way she hugs you. And as Billie meets your eyes, almost pleadingly, something stirs in you, faint and frightening. Billie always holds you tight and warm, and you can feel the tension melt from her the second your arms are around her. It was silly to think that was commonplace. You swallow as Norah lets her go. “I’m so glad you could make it. Let me get you a drink. What do you want?” 

“I got it,” Billie dismisses, squeezing Norah’s arm. “Focus on your cake.” 

Someone lights the candles, the music is lowered, and Norah’s dragging you to her, wrapping an arm tight around your waist. 

“This bitch right here,” Norah begins, and you grin, rolling your eyes. Everyone whoops and shouts. “Is my best friend in the whole world. She’s the reason.” Norah doesn’t elaborate, but you don’t need her to. “I love you,” she says to you, and then plants a wet kiss on your cheek. 

“Love you more,” you grin back, grab onto the side of her head, and kiss her temple. 

“And thank you to everyone who made tonight possible. It wouldn’t be a Norah birthday bash without the henchmen behind the scenes.” Another whoop and cheer from the crowd. You find Billie’s eyes. She’s fixed on you, face unreadable. Norah squeezes your waist, pulling you closer. 

People don’t exactly sing happy birthday as much as they scream it, and you’d be surprised if you didn’t get a noise complaint before the end of the night. As soon as Norah blows out her candles, the music is back up, and Norah is dipping her finger into the cake. Shots in little red solo cups are passed around, and you find yourself face to face with Billie, who clinks your cups together and downs her shot without so much as a wince. You’re not quite as steely. 

You’re quickly put in charge of handing out cake, and by the time you’re down to the last pieces, Billie is back at your side. 

“Wanna split one?” you half yell, and Billie nods, handing you a drink. You’re not sure what it is, but it tastes good, and you tell her so as you hand her a plastic fork. As soon as Billie asks you how you’ve been, you launch into a tale about the latest mishaps at Corner Store, and it pulls a smile from Billie, however small. You relish in it, happy just to see her happy. “Are you sure you’re okay?” you ask, and Billie swallows. 

“Fine.” You don’t believe her, but you know this isn’t exactly the time to dive into it. So, you try to entertain her. And it seems to work. Her smile returns, just slightly, and her shoulders loosen. As you take the last bite of cake, Billie says something to you, but you can’t hear it over the music and the laughter. Instead of talking louder, she simply reaches over and swipes her thumb along the corner of your mouth. You’re effectively silenced, and Billie’s eyes are dark when she wipes the excess frosting onto her napkin. 

“Do you want to play beer pong?” you ask, the only thing capable of leaving your mouth and still you sound like an idiot. You think you might be blushing, but you’re already so warm from the alcohol and the party you can’t be sure. Billie swallows. 

“I’m not very good.” 

“Somehow I doubt that,” you say, and pull her by the hand, something you’re doing a lot tonight. It feels natural when you’re uninhibited. Billie is good at everything she does. And you’re right, too. She’s excellent, and by the end of the first round she’s grinning, and it’s beautiful. Billie is, undoubtedly, beautiful. But the depth of it hits harder under the low lights, everything tinged with liquor. Billie licks her lips and turns to you, having sunk the winning shot, and you’re definitely blushing now. “I told you,” is all you can say, and Billie laughs. She laughs. And it’s so pretty. Your hands seem to move on their own volition as you set up the cups again. 

Most of Norah’s friends are also your friends — artsy, queer types who can’t wear a little black dress without making it subversive and fresh. When Billie wears a little black dress, she makes it do exactly what it was designed for in a way so delicious you find it hard to look at her. Her hair is down in waves, and you want to bite down where her neck meets her shoulder, spread her legs so that her dress slides over her hips. 

Billie draws attention here among people who only wear pearls in drag. She’s out of her element, but the gays of Los Angeles certainly know her. You wonder if Norah asked people not to approach her about the show. You’re thankful, regardless, because Billie’s unrestrained here, playing beer pong in heels on a slippery floor, verging on drunk. 

In the next round you’re faced with more competition, but Billie’s determined now. She’s competitive, you know this about her. Though it doesn’t come out very often, you like to see her unbridled passion. Her lips fall open, brow hard and set, and your eyes are drawn to her arms when she throws the ping pong ball, the way she manages to stand even higher on her tiptoes. You’re too distracted to notice when she sinks two in a row, and then she’s pulling you to her, nails digging into your arm. She’s so bright and lively, and she’s definitely drunk now, and you’ve never seen her like this. Smooth and easy, she wraps an arm around your waist, digs in and pulls you flush to her. 

“That’s two for two, darling. We make a good team,” she says, leaning in, and you swallow, eyes darting across her. You feel hot. Billie’s sticky, and her face is shiny, and her body is warm and soft against you. Shadows dance across a jawline that could cut you, and her nose and cheeks are red. Oh, and her lips are so very red. You could kiss her right now. You want to so desperately, but Andy. God. You pull away and grab her elbow. 

“I need another drink.” 

You take two shots in a row, and then Billie says she needs a cigarette, so you meander back to Norah’s room to grab her purse. You don’t realize that you’re drunk until Norah’s bedroom lights flicker on, and the room doesn’t feel all that real, your ears hollow and ringing from the music. Billie’s uncoordinated, and she sways just slightly, just enough for you to want to hold her steady, place your hands on her hips. Jesus Christ. 

“Maybe I should call Andy,” you mumble, and Billie turns, unlit cigarette between her soft painted lips. 

“Why?” she asks, and you pull your hair from your neck, sweaty and flushed. 

“I told her not to come tonight. I feel bad,” you admit, fanning yourself. Billie sits down on the bed full of other people’s coats and bags. She steadies herself by pressing her hands to the mattress. 

“Are you two okay?” she asks. Billie’s always polite when it comes to Andy but not overly friendly. Come to think of it, she and Andy have never really spent time together. You find that odd considering both Norah and Margot have. And Billie has quickly become an important addition to your life. She should be meeting Andy. Deep down, part of you doesn’t want her to.

“I think I’m pushing her away,” you admit, something you wouldn’t do so freely if you were sober. Billie cocks her head, her now frizzy curls falling down over her arm. 

“Come to the balcony with me,” she says then, striding forward with the abrupt purpose only a drunk Billie could pull off. You follow obediently. 

There are two other people there already, but it’s quiet and cool, and the wind sobers you a little. Billie lights her cigarette, the orange of the lit tobacco illuminating soft skin. She puffs deeply, languidly, like this is something she’s been needing for hours. 

“Tell me everything,” she says, eyes meeting yours. You sigh, leaning against the railing, cool metal digging into your partially exposed stomach. The brightly lit skyline of West Hollywood and LA in the distance soothes you. The smell of cigarettes and the lingering hint of Billie’s perfume soothes you in a different way. You want to lean into it.

“There’s not much more to tell,” you admit, picking at your cuticles. You’ve already told her you don’t love Andy. “It’s starting to feel…unfair to her. I have to make a decision.” Billie hums, smoke curling from her nose. “Anyway, why aren’t you seeing anyone? I’m sure you have women flocking to your doorstep.” Billie snorts, and it’s undignified in a distinctly un-Billie way, and you love it. “I’m serious.” Billie’s jaw clenches, and she taps ash over the balcony. 

“No one’s struck my fancy,” she answers, eyes sliding back to you. You glare, and she narrows her eyes briefly at you. But you win because she breaks eye contact first, fiddling with the filter of her cigarette. “It’s hard. Finding people who…accept me,” she relents, looking down. “Don’t see me as a spectacle or a celebrity or an actor.” 

She’s bitter, and you want to dissipate that feeling as quickly as possible. So you reach over to grab her cigarette and take a slow drag. Her eyes find your mouth as her nails tap out a pensive rhythm on the railing. 

“I don’t,” you say, leaning forward. 

“I know,” she answers hoarsely, brushing a sticky strand of hair from your cheek and tucking it behind your ear. Her thumb lingers on your skin, stroking lightly. You lean into it, savoring the warmth. 

. . . 

Billie thinks you may be trying to kill her tonight. You’re drinking quicker than she can keep up, and everytime she sees you take a shot, she wants to lick the excess from your chin and your neck and down your collarbone and fuck. You get affectionate when you’re drunk, not unlike Norah who’s kissed Billie on the cheek twice now. You left that out when you warned Billie about Norah, and she smiles thinking of it, wondering if this is out of the norm for you. If Billie’s the exception. Because you linger. Your fingers barely leave her skin, always grazing, holding, gripping. And the way you look at Billie burns it’s so tender. 

Not to say Billie isn’t drunk either. She most definitely is, but she cuts herself off when the room starts spinning and she can’t feel her feet, which should be aching in her heels by now. It’s only much later into the evening that Billie finally gets you to drink a glass of water. 

You’re so pretty tonight. And every night. But especially tonight, carefree and open and lovely. Your eyes are shining, and your smile is bright, and you wrap an arm around Billie every chance you get, low around her waist or up around her shoulders. Either way, Billie’s overwhelmed. You smell like sweat and liquor and a hint of sweetness Billie wants to devour. God, she wants you. It’s an easier thought to accept when she’s drunk. She can watch the way your hips move, the way you lick your lips, the way you dance to the music without suffering through quite as much mental gymnastics. 

But it’s when you run your hands through her hair as you dance together that Billie truly feels like she’s in trouble. Her head comes back, heat washing over her as you tug just enough to part Billie’s lips, to blow her pupils wide and dark and eager. You’re singing, and it comes out hot and breathy on her skin, in her ear. Dazed, Billie wraps an arm around you, pulls you close as her other hand rises to your arm, still in Billie’s hair. Her nails dig into your forearm, and as you let her hair go, your arms settle on her shoulders, around her neck. Billie’s hot, and it has nothing to do with the party. There’s heat pooling low in her belly and tight between her legs, and you don’t notice the way she looks at you. So openly ravenous. 

And then Norah’s there, and she’s dancing with you in the sweaty haze of the living room, and Billie’s so thankful she almost gasps. Her heart is pounding. She almost kissed you right there in the middle of Norah’s crowded apartment. 

Billie’s feeling reckless tonight, emotions she doesn’t want to face boiling under her skin, and she needs to leave. 

Seeing her walk toward Norah’s bedroom, you chase after her, sliding in and closing the door behind you. 

“Hey,” you breathe, running your hands through your hair. Billie swallows, drunk and roaring with adrenaline. Even your voice makes her ache. 

“Y/N,” she sighs, turned away from you. 

“Are you leaving?” you ask, breathless. She doesn’t answer, ears ringing, heart thumping in her chest. She wants your hands on her right now. “What’s wrong?” You’re slurring just slightly. Billie turns, hands buzzing, face hot. You’re so gorgeous. “Did something happen? Did I do something?” 

Billie steps forward, practically glides, a moth to a flame. And she doesn’t stop until she’s in your space, raising both hands to cradle your jaw, nails scraping behind your ears, pulling. And she doesn’t breathe, doesn’t think, doesn’t consider much of anything except her deep, bruising need when she slides her lips onto yours. 

She presses in, desperate, and can feel the surprised tension in you dissipate, the breath you gasp before kissing her back. Your lips are soft and wet when they seek out Billie’s and pliant when she parts them, sinking deeper into you. When your hands finally grip Billie’s waist, she sighs, tongue sliding. Sucking on your bottom lip, she feels your breath on her cheek. You taste like peaches, and Billie’s fingers dig into the nape of your neck as she backs you up against the wall. You do gasp then, and she kisses you so deeply it makes your hands go slack against her.

Billie’s heart is racing as her arm snakes around your back, and you pull her closer by the waist, hips pressed together. She nips at your lip before kissing your cheek and your jaw and your neck under your ear, and you shiver. You shiver, and Billie chokes back a moan when you let out a noise so soft and sweet she barely hears it. But her tongue feels it on your throat. 

You smell like sweat and cheap perfume and alcohol. Christ. 

You arch into Billie as she slows, her fingers splayed across your back. Your breaths come out quick in time with Billie’s when she stops nose to nose with you, eyes closed, lips parted. You tug softly at her, and Billie swallows. 

When she peels herself away from you it’s definitive but gentle, and she turns so she doesn’t have to see the lipstick she left on your skin. You don’t speak, and when Billie does turn around, purse in hand, your back is still against the wall, swaying in place, unblinking and focused on her. Dazed and throbbing, Billie wants nothing more than to drop her purse and take off this dress for you. But you’re drunk. You’re very drunk. And your lips are swollen and stained red from Billie’s lipstick. She swallows and strides wordlessly out of the bedroom door before she can change her mind. 

. . . 

You’re in and out of sleep for hours before your eyes finally open. There’s a crick in your neck, and you feel far away from the bed you’re in, stomach cramping. You groan, pressing your face into the pillow. There’s rustling next to you, and Norah’s face appears from under a blanket. Her makeup is smeared across her puffy face. You stare at each other, unable to muster much more, eyes barely open. 

“I gotta go,” you mumble, untangling yourself from the sheets to trek to the bathroom, hands steadying yourself on the walls. 

When you return, Norah’s laying on her back, arms at her side. 

“I may be getting too old for this,” she admits, voice hoarse. You sigh as you strip out of your party clothes and lay on top of the covers, clammy and aching. You both stare at the ceiling. 

“I blacked out,” you say, trying to pinpoint when you stopped retaining memories. It may have been just after the balcony with Billie. You hope she got home okay. 

“Me too,” Norah sighs. You both stare at the ceiling until the stomach cramps fade to hunger, and then you order in the greasiest brunch you can find. 

[lotties-ashwagandha]

KINKTOBER 2023

lotties-ashwagandha — 15 days of Kinktober

DAY 1: Knife Kink with Lottie Matthews

DAY 2: Mommy Kink with Taissa Turner

DAY 3: Vampire Lottie Matthews

DAY 4: Bondage with Natalie Scatorccio

DAY 5: Gun Kink with Valeria Garza

DAY 6: Overstimulation with Tess Servopoulos

DAY 7: Praise & Degradation with Tess Servopoulos

DAY 8: Blindfolds with Siuan Sanche

DAY 9: Semi-Public Sex with Debbie Ocean & Lou Miller

DAY 10: Thigh Riding & Wet Dream with Lottie Matthews

DAY 11: Edging with Moiraine Sedai

DAY 12: Waxplay with Moiraine Sedai & Siuan Sanche

DAY 13: Somno with Marla Grayson

DAY 14: Body Worship with Lottie Matthews

DAY 15: Voyeurism with Taissa Turner & Van Palmer

[doll-0f-flesh]

hey doll, is elaci on ao3:((( sorry im like knees deep into rule of thirds & lotties-ashwaganda has anons off 🙏🙏 please & thank you 😓😓

Im taking days off from tumblr yall, but pls, everyone read this. 🙏🙏

@lotties-ashwagandha

[thatgayb1tchwhosimps4her]

yk what i think would solve all my problems

a threesome w tai and lottie

i have so many thoughts

Vitaaaaaaa!! How dare you leave this in my inbox rn, I-

No because I'm so tired rn, but this is like fucking crack, holy shit, alright hang on.

Soft!dom Lottie x Mean!dom Tai is a concept (haha, christmas colours)

^(what we both need after this, @lotties-ashwagandha)^

*****

Like Lottie just sitting behind you, bare chest pressed against your back, lacing her hands around and digging them into the backs of your thighs, pulling them open and leaving ring imprints on them, while pressing kisses along your jaw, neck and down your arms (Gomez Addams style frfr).

While Tai is just going to town, over-stimulating you into an absolute shambles of tears with her strap.

"God you're such a fucking whore, aren't you baby? Such a desperate little slut for me and mommy." Tai grunted out, while ramming her strap into your dripping hole. "I- I- I-" You stuttered rapidly.

" 'I- I- I-', god you're pathetic. Go on, tell mommy what a pathetic little whore you are for her and daddy."

"It's alright, sweet thing, go on, you can say it." Lottie comforted, running her ringed thumbs over the back of your thighs.

"I- mmm, such a- fuck! M'such a w-w-whore for- ow, shit! Such a pathetic, n'desperate little whore for you and daddy."

"There you go, you're doing so good for us, sweetheart." cue her giving you lots and lots and lots of soft kisses along your jaw.

While simultaneously gently running her hand over, and kneading your sore, red ass from the spanks Tai'd given you earlier for touching yourself while they were out.

[webism]

grinding on shoko’s thigh while she’s trying to have a smoke break n so she puts them out on your thigh, murmuring to you about how she was trying to relax. (i need shoko so bad, it’s not funny)

honestly would let her spit in my mouth- sorry my keyboard got hacked 😓

xoxo, 🫀

holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck 🫀 anon you are bring out the gay in me and she is ravenous @lotties-ashwagandha look at this shit

she kisses ur thighs after putting them out too, even if it’s later in the evening once she’s making up for it with her mouth 🙂‍↕️