#yellowjackets smut

[owuwi]

NATALIE SCATORCCIO TWITTER LINKS

warnings: twitter porn links, pussy eating, usage of strap, face spitting, choking, face sitting, scissoring, 69ing, lap humping, kinda lap dance

requested

♡┃making out

♡┃eating her out

♡┃she can turn dumb just for you

♡┃sitting on your face

♡┃scissoring

♡┃she's missed how you taste

♡┃fucking you with her strap

♡┃a bit of roleplaying never hurts

♡┃fucking her from behind

♡┃she doesn't even care about taking your panties off

♡┃making you feel good

♡┃riding her strap

♡┃you'll do anything she tells you, won't you?

♡┃69

♡┃putting on a show for her

[bnecaz]

i can request Meangirl!lottie? I think she would be sooo mean, I think she would love overstimulation! I love your posts!!!

Lottie Matthews x F!reader

Warnings: oral, degradation kink, strap referred to as dick, DUBCON, no aftercare, corruption kink? lottie blackmails you about your videos! recorded sex

A/n:I wrote this while eating a whole oreo egg, and I was listening gee , sorry anon I forgot about overstimulation:((( this has been rotting for months...

Lottie didn't know what it was about you...but you were different from the others, she doesn't know if it was because your eyes didn't shine when she passed in the hallway or if it was because you looked hotter than she would like to admit

at first it was just a "revolt" because when she "accidentally" dropped her food during break time and she got suspended, it was the first time that a stupid, nerdy person wasn't intimidated by the rich, intelligent queen bee of the school.

I mean, not that smart, otherwise she wouldn't need to be talking to the director for the 10th time, and this time it wasn't because she was caught intimidating the newbies

" Charlotte, you know that your father pays a lot for this tuition, I'm going to give you extra classes, But that's not enough, you'll have help from someone in your class. and I know the right person for that."

when lottie saw you she could feel all her blood boiling, she didn't know, you were too stupid and you were a bitch to her, she could shut you up with anything, if it would make you stop talking back to her criticisms

and she knew what she was going to do when she called you to her house on the weekend, apologizing via text about all the unrepentant threats (she didn't regret it )and saying she was going to make it a girls' night, when her parents were working all week and you even brought pajamas in your backpack, the stupid one was you who really thought that jackie and natalie were going to a slumber party, you were automatically forgiven when lottie saw how your breasts showed and she knew the water with medicine had worked , she saw how your face turned red, how you rubbed your thighs together as you tried to focus on duty

lottie comes close to you and places a hand on your thigh and leaves it there, she can feel yours eyes narrow, she feels you look visibly tense while look at the notebook, but you continues trying to speak "so you divide what m-multiplied...and"

"you seem tense darling...are you a virgin or something?." she says in a visibly mocking tone and continues "sorry, it must be embarrassing" lottie can feel you visibly trying to leave as your body say you to continue.

lottie lowers her hand to your clothed pussy and feels you moving away "w-what are you doing!"

" Shut your fucking mouth and enjoy, I know you want this.." she murmurs without looking into your eyes and rubs her pussy while putting her face on your neck and bites " you are very ungrateful, i know your nerdy friends want this...that's why you were staring at my ass while I was training, right?" she asks a rhetorical question

and you weren't looking at her ass...god you have respect! "w-what?...n-no...never" you let out a shaky sentence as you feel her roll her eyes "liar" she drops her hand down your panties "jesus...you're really wet" she lets out a loud laugh as she feels you squeeze the nothing "fucking whore" she growls without pity at you as she collects your wetness from your entrance to your clit

she feels you moving away and bites your neck "if you leave..I'll tell everyone that you're a pervert" Your friends will love seeing this...you know.." Tears well up in your eyes, wide with fear as you feel Lottie try to stick a finger inside you. she raises an eyebrow "oh...you're a virgin!" she laughs as she sticks her finger faster than she should, in your little hole "stop...lottie...i-im..." you stumble over your words as you feel your damn legs shake unconsciously with pleasure..betraying your mind “I’m s-sorry...Sorry" You mutter pleas of pain as you try to move away from her and she simply ignores while sinking her fingers deeper inside your sticky walls

You like this right? to be used...who knew" then as if gods had heard you she finally removes her fingers with the excuse that it was her turn to gain pleasure and I put her fingers with your excitement in your mouth and make you suck

she looks at you and forces you to kneel in front of her, while she not-so-subtly points her phone camera at you " you know what to do, little bitch" and without waiting her put your face in her pussy, god her smell was so good and in a minute you were smearing yourself, alternating between sucking her clit and her entrance, You didn't know why you were doing this, your mind was hazy with pleasure without your permission and she was more vocal than you thought, she puts her hand on the back of your neck, you couldn't breathe as she smothered you with her pussy "oh shit..yes..." she moans as she raises her hips to your mouth, trying impossibly to have more pleasure

You could feel tears welling up in your eyes as you struggled to breathe, and you could feel the burning in the back of your neck, from Lottie's nails.

how much more you alternated between sucking on her entrance and her clit you could feel her body getting tense and her moans getting louder with each movement of her hips and then you are trapped between her thighs, your ears ringing with the force that She squeezes your head and you can taste her on your tongue, pulling away from her you feel filthy when you see the phone still recording you, and Lottie with messy hair, panting and looking at you

she licks the drool that was dripping and an arrogant smile drips on her lips "I've never seen a virgin like you..." she murmurs then realizes that she was too kind "you're a whore" she stands up and looks at You "take off your clothes" and you can feel the shame rising in your veins, would this really be your first time? what a shame, you think when you say it before you think "no" you blurt it out accidentally

Lottie's eyes narrow, her smile fading. "Don't push me," she warns, her voice low and dangerous. "You know what will happen if you do." She steps closer, her breath hot against your face. "I'm not a woman you want to make an enemy of."

She grabs your chin, forcing you to look into her eyes. "You have two choices," she says coldly. "You can either do what I say and keep your mouth shut, or I can make your life a living hell. It's really up to you."

You feel a lump forming in your throat, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. You don't want to do this, but you also don't want to face the consequences of defying her. Lottie releases your chin, stepping back. "Make up your mind," she says, her voice hard. "The clock is ticking."

You swallow hard, looking away. You know what you have to do. You can't afford to make her angry.

With a heavy heart, you nod reluctantly. There's no other choice. And so, you allow Lottie to take control once more, submitting to her demands in fear and desperation. She smiles wickedly, her eyes gleaming with victory. She pulls you into her arms, kissing you fiercely

she undresses you, her touch rough and demanding. You try to pull away, but she only grips tighter, reminding you of her threats. The guilt and shame consume you, but her promises of revenge hang over you

lottie tilts her head forward and sees how transparent your panties are with excitement

Lottie chuckles, her fingers teasing the damp fabric before slowly pulling it aside. Her gaze lingers on your wet slit, a satisfied hum escaping her lips. "You're already ready for me," she says, letting her fingertips trace along your folds gently, causing you to tremble underneath her touch. "But I want more than just that." She reaches down and grabs a bottle of lube from the nightstand, squirting some onto her fingers before guiding them inside you.

Her movements are slow and deliberate, stretching you open as she adds another finger, then another. Your breath hitches with each thrust, your body responding eagerly to her command " I thought you didn't want this..." she murmurs teasingly, while inevitably groan when see how much you squeeze her fingers " I think that shouldn't be enough for a greedy little slut like you"

Lottie smirks, spreading her fingers wide within you. The sensation sends a jolt of pleasure through your core, your hips rocking up into her hand. "That's right, let me have you." She whispers, increasing her pace until you're moaning softly, your nails digging into her shoulders.

As she continues to finger you, she pulls out her strap-on, slicking it generously with lube. "Are you ready for this?" She asks, her voice thick with desire as she positions herself above you."w-wait.." you mumble when you see it was bigger than you thought, it wouldn't fit. With one smooth motion, she slides into you, filling you completely. You cry out, your legs wrapping around her waist as she begins to move, setting a steady rhythm.

The camera captures every moan, every thrust, every moment of pure bliss. "Look at yourself, so perfect and wet for me." Lottie murmurs, reaching up to pinch your nipples, you could feel yourself squeezing her without your will, your stomach was burning and you felt so full it was strange, you shouldn't be enjoying this, it was wrong, you raise both your arms and try to pull her away from you

No, don't hold back," Lottie growls, her pace picking up as she feels your inner walls gripping her cock. "Let go, bitch. Let me hear you scream my name." Each thrust is harder now, your cries becoming louder and more desperate. The camera captures every twitch, every shiver that races through your body.

And then, just as you're about to reach your breaking point, Lottie changes tactics. She pulls out abruptly, causing you to whine in protest. But there's no time to complain as she quickly flips you onto your knees, guiding you onto her cock once again. "Come on," she orders, slapping your ass gently. "Show them what they came for."

You obey, bouncing on her cock while still gasping for air. The new angle hits nerves you didn't know existed "f-fuck...s-shit!" you murmur shakily feeling your walls burning.

Yeah, that's it, scream for me, babe!" Lottie encourages, thrusting deeper into you. "Let everyone know how fucked I've made you, how hard I'm stretching that tight little pussy of yours." She grips your hips tightly, fucking you relentlessly. Each thrust causes your body to rock on the bed as she takes full control. "You're mine now, aren't you? My virgin whore who loves nothing more than my big cock shoved inside her."

She takes a look at your red and swollen clit "There we go," she coos, rubbing circles around your sensitive nub. Your hips buck wildly beneath her, your moans muffled by their kiss. She picks up the pace, keeping one eye on the camera even as she focuses on pleasuring you.

"Oh fuck! Stop...stop stop..." You cry out, your climax crashin over you like a tidal wave. Lottie continues to play with your clit, milking every last drop of pleasure from your bod, You close your legs unconsciously when it becomes too sensitive and she immediately moves away, slapping your thigh for you to open it again.

"Keep those legs spread," she instructs, rubbing the head of her toy against your entrance. "We're not quite done yet." You nod, trying to catch your breath as she enters you once more, this time at a slower pace. Her free hand finds its way to your clit, rubbing it slowly at first, then picking up speed as you beg for more.

Every movement is captured on camera, the sound of your gasps echoing in the room. Lottie thrusts harder

Lottie's breath catches at your enthusiasm, her cock twitching within you. "Like that, baby?" She says, thrusting harder, faster. "You love being taken like this, don't you? Wanting more of my cock?"

The sound of flesh hitting flesh fills the room as she pounds into you, her body moving in perfect synchronization with yours. She can feel you getting closer to climax, and it spurs her on.

"Cry for me, baby," She hisses, her voice thick with lust. "Tell me you love my cock, that you can't live without it inside you."

Soon enough, your entire body is shaking under her, your cries growing louder. She knows your climax is near; she can feel it in the way you grip the sheets, your inner muscles clenching around her cock. And then, just as she predicted, you explode, crying out her name.

Lottie feels her own release building up, her clit slapping with just the right pressure against the strap, and her old orgasm only helping her more

your walls milking her cock mercilessly. "God, you're tight," She moans, burying herself deeper inside you. "Take it, take all of it!"

Your hips jerk wildly, your back arching off the bed as you reach your climax. Lottie keeps up the pace, drawing out every last drop of pleasure from you. The room is filled with the sounds of your moans and the clicking of the camera, capturing every twitch and spasm.

lottie walks away from you, panting and you feel an emptiness inside you, you hear another click from the camera then she stops the video and throws her phone on the floor, taking off her strap and placing it anywhere in the room, leaving you destroyed on the bed

"I'm already done with you, I hope you don't tell anyone this or you already know"

[hansslut]

idk u guys i was bored

[ultrone]

seven minutes in heaven !

you join a 'spin the bottle' game at a party and get paired up with shauna ҂ smut & fluff; enemies to lovers, making out, dry humping, cum-filled strap-on use, choking. . .﹙5.1k wc﹚

the dim glow of fairy lights strung across lottie’s backyard cast a warm, golden hue over the party. the yellowjackets had won an important game the day before, and as usual, lottie’s parents were out of town, so there was no hesitation about throwing a party to celebrate the win.

you leaned against the wooden fence, holding a red plastic cup filled with something that tasted like a fruit punch spiked with some sort of liquor. you weren't exactly sure what was in it, but you were certain that more than half of the cup was pure alcohol.

your peace was interrupted by an all-too-familiar optimistic voice. "y/n! i've been looking for you," jackie said, grabbing you by the arm and dragging you away from your cozy corner.

"what are you doing?" you asked the blonde girl as she pulled you inside the house.

"we're playing a game," she said with excitement.

"don’t tell me it’s spin the bottle," you groaned as you saw people gathering around.

“come on, y/n, don't make that face,” jackie said, “maybe tonight's your lucky night,” she added with a wink, making you chuckle.

"alright, everyone! time to play!" she declared, ushering everyone into the living room. of course, she wasn’t going to play, being in a relationship with jeff. however, her nosy ass always wanted to be in charge of spinning the bottle—and potentially ruining people’s nights, you thought.

in no time, a group of people started sitting in a circle right in front of you. you noticed a bunch of yellow and blue bomber jacket owners gathering around. it was sort of a tradition that after every winning game, if there was a party, the yellowjackets would wear their bomber jackets all night to stand out. the owners of the bomber jackets in the circle were lottie, shauna, melisa, and surprisingly, laura lee. there were other people from school as well, including randy. hesitantly, you sat down between melisa and some random guy.

jackie took the bottle, giving it a vigorous spin. as the bottle spun and slowed down, its neck pointed straight at randy. then, after another spin, it landed on avery, one of the cutest seniors. a big smile lit up randy’s face, and you could practically feel his eagerness from a mile away. however, avery, with tousled hair and captivating, smoky eyes, shot randy a look of disgust. you could tell she wasn't too thrilled. unaware of the girl's reaction, randy stood up, all pumped and ready to head to the closet. you couldn't help but stifle a chuckle, and you noticed shauna letting out a relieved sigh.

"enjoy yourself," lottie teased, giving avery's shoulder a pat, to which she responded by rolling her eyes.

as they made their way to the downstairs closet, jackie spoke to the rest of the group. "okay, guys, brainstorm! what if we send two pairs at a time? it'll make things go quicker," she suggested, and everyone seemed to be on board.

“great!” she exclaimed before giving the bottle another spin. this time, though, it landed on you. jackie couldn't hide her excitement; she suppressed her smile and playfully wiggled her eyebrows up and down. “i wonder who the lucky winner will be,” she said before giving it another spin.

the bottle spun again, and you felt your heart sink as it stopped at shauna. you saw her face turn pale, and then red with annoyance. she glared at you as if you had somehow rigged the game.

jackie clapped her hands and squealed. “oh my god, this is perfect! the two most unlikely people to ever hook up.”

"this is gonna be interesting," lottie remarked with a smirk.

jackie seized both of your arms and whisked you towards the stairs. “come on, you two, don’t be shy! it’s just a game, have some fun!” she urged, but your attention was fixated on the irksome sound of laughter and cheering from the others.

you tried to resist, but jackie was too strong and excited. she pushed you and shauna into the upstairs closet and slammed the door behind you. you heard her shout, “seven minutes, starting now!” before her footsteps faded away.

you and shauna stood in the dark, facing each other. you could barely see her outline, but you could feel her hostility. you heard her snort and say, “this is ridiculous. i’m not going to waste my time with you.” she added, “just stay away from me and don’t touch me.”

you retorted, “fine by me. i don’t want anything to do with you either. you’re the last person i would ever kiss.”

she scoffed dismissively. "that's good then. it would be a waste anyway." her words carrying more weight than you anticipated.

shauna leaned against the wall, arms crossed. following suit, you leaned on the opposite side, feeling the bitter tension lingering in the air. you stood in silence for a moment, listening to the faint sounds of partying from below. you both felt uncomfortable, but neither was willing to break the silence.

then, she sighed. “you’re very annoying,” she muttered under her breath.

"you're not exactly a breeze yourself," you shot back. "not to mention stubborn as hell and fucking rude," you added, unable to restrain yourself.

her lips curled into an exasperated smile. "at least i don't act like i'm too good for everybody. you're the most stuck-up person i've ever met."

“well, at least i don't live under my best friend’s shadow. when we go downstairs, we should ask jackie for your daily dose of croquettes, you fucking lapdog.”

her eyes narrowed and she glared at you for a moment. “what was that?” she asked with a slight growl in her voice.

you stood your ground. “i said that you're a lapdog, bitch,” you enunciated each word with a sharp edge, your frustration boiling over.

shauna's eyes flashed with anger as she lunged forward, grabbing your shirt and forcefully pushing you against the drawer behind you. her hand moved up to your throat, putting just enough pressure to make it hard to breathe. attempting to pull away, you realized she was stronger than you anticipated. her face hovered inches from yours, her gaze intense, as if daring you to make a move.

before you knew it, you were gripping her wrist and pulling her tight against you. she tried to resist but you didn't let up. the closeness of her body, the heat of her breath, was making you light-headed. the smell of her perfume was intoxicating. your breath was short and hard as you stared into her eyes, and you couldn't help but wonder what would happen if you kissed her.

“don't look at me like that,” she breathed, her voice low and hoarse. you noticed that she was blushing ever so slightly.

"like what?" you whispered back, your breath tickling her skin, making her feel hot and flustered.

"like you want me," she mumbled quietly, a hint of uncertainty in her voice, her breath teasing your skin.

“who said i did?” you replied nonchalantly, trying to resist the urge to lean in and press your lips against her.

she leaned in slightly closer, her lips just a few centimetres from yours and whispered, “i know you want to.” a few seconds passed in uneasy silence as the tension built between the two of you, the heat from her hand on your neck making you weak.

"fuck it," you muttered under your breath, finally giving in and pressing your lips against hers.

her eyes fluttered shut as you made contact, responding to your kiss as if her life depended on it. she slid her hands to the sides of your face, her fingers threading through your hair and holding you against her. the kiss was bruising and intense as your hearts pounded against each other. your hands found their way to the small of her back, drawing her nearer as you lightly nibbled on her lower lip. it felt like an eternity before you pulled away, both of your breaths laboured, foreheads resting against each other.

“i fucking hate you,” you whispered, peering into her eyes, her grip on your face still firm.

“i hate you more,” she murmured back, almost petulantly, before pulling you into another passionate kiss.

as your lips melded together, she smoothly moved her hands down to your waist, skillfully guiding you to perch on top of the drawer. almost instinctively, you parted your legs, coaxing her to stand right between them. her hands travelled up to your upper thighs, gripping them firmly as her lips trailed a path along your neck, planting open-mouthed kisses all the way to the sensitive skin beneath your ear.

every fibre of your being screamed to touch her, to feel her everywhere. in a desperate attempt to do so, your fingers instinctively traced the outline of her jeans' waistband, gripping it and pulling her closer while wrapping your legs around her. a soft moan escaped your lips as you felt a bulge pressing against your center.

sensing your arousal, she seized one of your wrists, guiding it to her bulge, placing your hand directly over it and giving a good squeeze. "you like that?" she husked, a smirk playing at her lips. you could only respond with a breathless sigh.

encouraged by your reaction, she returned her hands to your upper thighs, holding them even more firmly as she pulled you against her bulge with deliberate, slow motions against your clothed center.

“mmh-” you moaned as you slid your hands under her shirt, fingers digging into her toned abdomen, leaving marks as you held on tight.

her lips captured yours once again, in a slower but equally intense kiss as before. the rhythm of her hips matched the pace of the kiss, her movements deliberate yet forceful against you. as your left fingertips continued to graze her abdomen, your right hand began to tease her chest, slipping beneath her bra. a soft groan escaped her lips at the contact, sending vibrations against your mouth.

growing a little desperate, she paused for a moment, eliciting a groan from you. sliding her hands to your waistline, she started unbuttoning and unzipping your jeans. equally eager, you assisted her by shedding your jeans and letting them cascade to the floor. at the same time, she undid her own jeans, allowing them to pool around her ankles, revealing her standing in nothing but dark red boxers, a strap peeking out.

drawing closer again, she didn't immediately resume her previous movements. instead, she lowered her face and gently rested her left temple against your cheek, her gaze fixated on the silhouette of your lower body.

her hands found a resting place on your thighs, softly caressing the spots where she had left gripping red marks just moments ago. each warm breath against the side of your neck intensified the pulsating sensation at your center. slowly, her hands traveled upward, reaching the hem of your panties, fingers slipping beneath. her index finger played with the fabric, pulling and letting it slap against your skin. the sound echoed slightly denser than cotton, catching her attention. as her fingers lingered against your pelvis, she slowly traced her thumb across the warmth and moisture of your clothed center.

“fuck, you’re so wet…” she whispered against your skin, her eyebrows furrowing, almost whimpering at the thought of being responsible of turning you on like this.

unconsciously, your hips began to move, your center yearning for more than just a lingering touch, but she held back. in your desperation, you pressed her against you with your legs, a sudden move that prompted her to place her hand on the wall for balance. she chuckled at your desperation, and you moaned at the contact of her hard length flush against your wetness.

"okay, okay," she said with a smirk, yielding to your silent pleas as she planted a small kiss on your cheek.

her fingers deftly slid to the hem of your panties, pulling them down and letting them join your discarded jeans. following suit, she lowered her boxers, allowing them to fall gracefully to her ankles.

her body drew closer to yours once more, but this time, one of her hands held her cock, while the other rested on your hip, unconsciously caressing your skin with her thumb. you felt yourself melting into another kiss, her mouth was warm, but her tongue was even hotter, exploring every inch of your mouth.

your breath hitched as you felt the tip of her strap tracing circles around your clit, and a loud groan escaped you as she rubbed her length against your wet folds, maintaining its stiffness with her grip.

“just put it in already,” you pleaded, the sensations in your core becoming too overwhelming to bear.

shauna's lips curled into a sly smile as she met your gaze. "good things come to those who wait," she quipped as her mouth found its way back to yours once again.

“whatever, shakespeare,” you breathed out as she continued to tease you, her length slipping against you due to your wetness.

“that was actually violet fane, a british au—”

“yeah, yeah, shut the fuck up,” you groaned, annoyed at the teasing. you couldn't take it anymore, you slapped her hand away, taking her girth in your hand, surprising her and causing her to lose her balance once more. pulling her closer by it, you aligned her tip with your entrance. she smirked, finding your sudden dominance hot, and she didn't stop you as you used your legs to push her against you, feeling her cock slowly entering and stretching your walls.

your head fell back as she bottomed out inside you, her strap-on so large that you could feel it pressing against your cervix. you slid your hands to her shoulders, gripping her tightly, and she hugged you by the waist, so close that you could feel each other's heartbeats. shauna's fingers wrapped around your hair, gently tugging your face to the side and exposing your soft neck to her mouth. she traced her lips down your neck, her tongue exploring your skin with each kiss. her breaths brushed along your skin as she nibbled at your earlobe and planted teasing little bites along your jawline. with her other hand firmly on your hip, she slowly shifted her hips back and then bottomed out again, falling into a steady rhythm. a soft groan escaped her lips as she felt the strap's rigid back massaging her throbbing clit.

your eyebrows furrowed, and soft moans escaped your lips, lost in the intoxication of her kisses and the steady friction of her length against your tight walls. your hands tightened their grip around her toned shoulders.

shauna lifted her face from your slightly swollen and moist neck, peering into your half-lidded eyes. “you okay?” she asked with tenderness, her voice low and raspy, her fingers gently caressing the side of your head.

"look at you, who would've thought that all you needed to become a softie was to get laid,” you teased, meeting her gaze and sliding your hands from her shoulders to around her neck, biting down a smile.

she breathed out a chuckle, rolling her eyes. “i’m not a softie, i was just being nice,” she grunted while slowing down her movements.

“i know, i’m just fucking with you,” you said, “i’m okay,” you added, giving her a soft smile to let her know you appreciated her concern.

just as she was resuming her rhythm, you both were interrupted by a glimpse of movement through the slight slit of the closet door. someone was walking past. a moment of frozen silence passed as you both tried to remain still. the person's footsteps faded as they continued down the stairs. you breathed out softly and relaxed, exchanging a glance with shauna.

“shit, that was close,” she whispered, exhaling sharply and slowly letting go of your hair, her other hand still resting gently on your hip.

"yeah, too close," you murmured quietly. “let's just stay silent,” you suggested.

“good luck with that,” she replied cheekily before giving you a quick kiss on the lips. she moved both hands down to the middle of your thighs, opening your legs wide and holding them in that position with her palms.

with her thick cock still inside you, but unmoving, she teasingly slid one of her hands towards your center and started to slowly toy with and pinch your swollen clit with her thumb.

“oh, fu—” you began, but she quickly hushed you with her lips, giving you a deep, bruising tongue kiss.

her calloused thumb continued drawing incessant circles around your throbbing nub. by the time your legs started twitching, indicating your urge to close them together, she swiftly returned her hand to its original position on your thigh, keeping them wide open, and began thrusting into you with harsh movements.

despite the tightness of your walls, her cock slid smoothly in and out, coated with your abundant wetness. her hot center pulsed with each firm thrust, pressing against her clitoris. she penetrated you so deeply that you could almost see your belly skin pushing from the outside. each time her tip pushed onto your sensitive spot, your eyes rolled back, and both your moans were muffled by her tongue, which melted against yours.

your arms were wrapped so tightly around her neck that you were almost choking her, your lungs desperate for air but unwilling to let go of her. she momentarily let go of your legs, lifting the white shirt under her flannel and tucking half of it behind her head to keep it out of the way. resuming her rapid thrusts, you could now feel the toned skin of her lower abdomen slapping against your clitoris with each motion.

“enjoying yourself?” she asked breathlessly with a half-smile, her mouth finding its way back to yours once more.

you could only manage a muffled response, unable to form words. you placed your hands under her bra and began to play with her nipples, squeezing her breasts as you pinched them between your fingers.

“mmh– that feels good,” she husked out, prompting you to pinch her nipples even harder. her movements started to get sloppy, but it felt so good that she was trying her hardest not to cum yet. she removed her hands from your thighs, instead, holding you closer by resting one hand against the top of the drawer next to your thigh, and the other one pushing you closer by wrapping it around your lower back.

you tried to help her by matching her rhythm, moving your hips against hers. sliding your hands to her back, you held her by the shoulder blades for stability. once you had a good grip, you increased your pace against her.

nuzzling her face against the crook of your neck, she maintained her relentless pace. the room echoed with the sounds of her grunts and the slapping of skin as she pounded as hard as she could. it didn't take long before both of you reached climax. with one final, deep thrust, you felt her faux white cum filling you up, and you both rode out your orgasms together. she softly collapsed on top of you, her weight keeping you pressed against the drawer.

loosening your strong hold on her shoulders, you now held her gently as both of you caught your breath.

after a few moments of silence, she gently disengaged from the embrace and stood upright. "we should probably get back now…" she said, her voice still a little hoarse from all the grunting.

“right,” you replied softly. with that, you slowly got up, stretching out the discomfort in your hips and back. you both dressed in silence and once you were both finished, shauna opened the closet door, motioning for you to go out first.

“looks like chivalry isn’t dead,” you joked awkwardly, making her smile.

the both of you made your way downstairs, and she couldn’t help but notice the way you walked, slowly and a little clumsily, causing her to chuckle. upon reaching the bottom, a round of applause greeted you, courtesy of lottie, van, and nat, who were comfortably seated on the couches directly in front of you.

“and now,” van declared, her red cup serving as an improvised megaphone, “i present to everyone the official champions of seven minutes in heaven!” she glanced at lottie, who was busy checking her watch. “breaking the previous record of…” van paused dramatically.

“forty-five minutes and thirty-eight seconds,” lottie declared, raising her eyebrows in genuine surprise.

you rolled your eyes at them, trying to hold back the smile tugging at your lips. “like you didn’t sit in that circle just to get into laura lee’s celibate ass pants,” you retorted to lottie.

“fine,” lottie admitted with a grin, “but let’s not forget who willingly spent over half an hour in the closet with their mortal nemesis,” she defended herself.

van, still using her red cup as a makeshift megaphone, leaned forward with a mischievous grin. "so, shauna, was it everything you dreamed of, or should we recommend a more skilled partner next time?"

shauna narrowed her eyes slightly at van's playful snark. in the past, she would’ve likely scoffed and rolled her eyes in response, but now, there was a hint of amusement lurking behind them.

"she was okay," she replied nonchanlantly, a smirk on her face as she shot a teasing glance at you. "she's not so bad when she keeps her mouth shut," she joked, making everyone laugh in surprise.

“okay,” you interjected, feeling a bit sheepish with a blush on your face, “i’m heading to the kitchen for some water,” you announced before striding away.

you heard van's voice crackle on with her red cup, "we want all the details later!" she shouted, causing the whole group to burst into laughter, making you grin with embarrassment.

as you made your way towards the kitchen, the party noise faded into the background. you grabbed a glass of water, and while you took a much-needed sip, you heard footsteps approaching.

shauna joined you by the sink, grabbing a glass of water and taking a sip before turning to look at you. her eyes met yours and lingered for a moment before she spoke.

"so," she began as she leaned against the counter, “jeff’s taking jackie home tonight. do you need a lift home?” she asked, her big eyes staring at you attentively.

“oh, don’t worry about it,” you stammered nervously, “i can just tag along with lottie or tai.”

“i don’t mind, really,” she insisted, her dark eyes lingering on your lips before meeting your gaze again. you felt your heart pounding in your chest. the way she was looking at you was making it hard to think straight, and your body was getting all warm and tingly.

“well–“ you began, but before you knew it, she approached you and gently took hold of your chin. drawing you closer, her lips met yours. they were tender yet firm, and your breath was steady as you whispered, “i wouldn’t mind either.”

you allowed her to lead the kiss, her tongue making deliberate moves between your lips. her hands cradled the back of your head, fingers entwining in your hair as she drew her body closer to yours.

a soft whimper escaped you, arms wrapping around her waist. the heat inside you intensified as your bodies pressed together. her tongue explored your mouth, breath growing heavy as she tugged at the hem of your shirt. shauna lifted her leg slightly, wrapping her thigh around yours to pull you even closer. urgency filled her movements, her pulse quickening, and her breath became shallow. suddenly, she pulled away, looking up. “maybe we should go,” she whispered, her breath catching momentarily as her heart thumped against her chest.

“yeah, we should,” you mumbled, still dazed by the intensity of the kiss. your brain was foggy, struggling to process what had just happened.

exiting the party, the two of you strolled towards the car. shauna opened the front seat’s door and motioned for you to get in. you took a quick glance at the other guests, but luckily, none of your friends seemed to be paying attention to you two. you climbed into the passenger seat, and shauna closed the door behind you.

it was quiet inside the car, only shauna’s soft music played. she glanced your way from time to time, a teasing glint in her big eyes. you couldn’t help but notice her gaze, and a smile crept across your face as your heart beat faster. each exchange seemed to thicken the air, causing your cheeks to burn.

approaching your destination, shauna slowed down. the road became dark outside the car, the streetlights casting a dim glow over the pavement, which turned into the driveway. she brought the car to a halt and turned to face you. you sat there, waiting for her to say something, but neither one of you spoke. her big dark eyes were fixed on yours, her expression soft and curious.

"um, so…" you mumbled, looking down for a moment before meeting her gaze again. “thanks for the ride,” you said.

"yeah, anytime," she replied softly, her eyes lingering on yours a moment longer before refocusing on the road ahead. taking a deep breath, she cleared her throat, adjusting her grip on the wheel as you reached for the door handle.

"wait," shauna intervened before you could open the door. gently grabbing your arm, she turned you towards her. warm eyes locked onto yours, and her breath seemed to catch as she sought the right words. you couldn't help but notice the soft, delicate features of her face and the way her eyes seemed to glimmer with affection. "i was wondering…" she began, her voice soft and unsure. the tension in the air heightened as her words hung there. "can i call you sometime?" her voice was barely a whisper, and her gaze seemed shy.

"i- yeah, of course," you replied softly, feeling your heart skip a beat as you gave her a soft smile. you had never imagined this kind of interaction with her, but now that it was happening, it felt right.

"how about this weekend?" she asked with a hopeful smile.

"yeah, i'd like that," you responded, giving her a gentle nod. shauna's face lit up, and she gently squeezed your hand before unlocking the car doors.

exiting the car, you bid shauna goodnight and made your way into your house, the sound of her car fading as you closed the front door behind you. racing upstairs, you burst into your room and leaped onto your bed, burying your face in the pillow.

you lay there for a few minutes with our heart was racing, feeling butterflies fluttering all over as you replayed the night’s events in your head.

finally, you rolled over onto your back, allowing yourself a moment to catch your breath. however, your peace was soon interrupted by a tapping sound at your window.

you sat up immediately, surprised by the sudden noise. you cautiously walked toward it to check what it was.

as you got closer to the window, you could see shauna, leaning against the fence below it, her hands stuffed in the pockets of her jacket. you noticed that her face was upturned to your direction, eyes fixed on you, her breath fogging the glass.

without thinking twice, you scrambled to open the window. "what are you doing here?" you asked, meeting her eyes.

for a moment, she didn't respond, her cheeks flushed and her breathing steadying. yet, her gaze remained focused on you, and her mouth had curled into a small smile. "i wanted to see you one more time before the night is over," she answered, her voice soft. "mind if i come up?" she added.

you replied instantly, "yeah, sure, come on up."

as she climbed the exterior walls of your house, you took a deep breath and opened the window wide enough for her to enter. upon reaching the window frame, she met your gaze, your faces inches apart.

"you could have just knocked on the front door, you know?" you teased, biting down a smile.

shauna shrugged, feeling a little embarrassed. "can't a girl be romantic anymore?" she quipped with a smirk.

"oh, is that what this is?" you mocked, giving her a teasing look. "you breaking into my window in the middle of the night? romantic would’ve been knocking on the front door with flowers."

"i don't know, climbing up the building, clinging to a fence, and sneaking into your window seemed pretty romantic to me," shauna replied with a smirk, her hands gripping the window edges.

"shauna, i live in a one-story house," you chuckled softly.

"well, my point still stands," she playfully retorted, rolling her eyes at you. "and your windows are abnormally high, my arms are aching," she added.

“oh, sorry,” you said, stepping aside for her to enter.

"it’s fine," she replied, stepping inside. however, her footing slipped, and she tumbled onto you, sending both of you into laughter as you landed on the floor.

you sensed her warm breath near your neck, her hair gently brushing against your face. your bodies were close, and her arms wrapped around your waist. you couldn't help but notice how close she was, and how good she felt against you. her deep eyes looked up at you, her lips forming a slight smile. gazing back at her, you timidly slid your hand across the floor until it found hers, intertwining your fingers. she locked her hands with yours, and both of you held the gaze for what seemed like an eternity.

"can i kiss you?" she whispered, her eyes searching yours for the answer.

your heart raced, and your blood rushed through your veins.

"yes," you replied softly, and she leaned in, placing her hands on your cheeks as her lips met yours.

your lips parted as she kissed you softly, her lips tender and soft. it was nothing like the fierce way she had kissed you at the party. her tongue explored your mouth with deft and practiced movements, and as you pulled her closer, she leaned into you, holding you tightly.

as you pulled away, your lips were aching to feel her again. “stay the night?” you asked her.

her soft, dark eyes locked onto yours, her breath quickened and her cheeks flushed slightly. you held each other's gaze until she finally spoke.

"i’d love that."

[pinkkkkat]

bedazzled, chanel rings (in new york you can try things)

college!lottie matthews x female reader headcanons (sfw & nsfw)

synopsis: life in college in nyc being friends with lot, and maybe a bit more, too

you knew about lottie matthews of course. she was the center back on the yellowjackets, your college’s varsity soccer team, and shared some classes with you. you also knew about her reputation. girls would whisper in class on mornings after a party about so and so that had hooked up with the lottie matthews and about how good it was. oh well, you thought, there were worse reputations to have besides being good in bed

you guys had never formally met, though. she was friends with your friend van, so you had seen her around and were friendly enough but not close. you lived on campus in the dorms, and lottie lived in a fancy apartment that her parents paid for, so it’s not like you were going to see her in the dining hall

van was the goalie for the yellowjackets though, so when the team secured another win at a home game (which you had missed due to needing to finish a paper which was unfortunate, because they had “kicked ass,” according to van) you were invited along with van and her girlfriend tai to the celebration party hosted by lottie herself in that fancy apartment

you were shocked when you saw the building, it was huge, and had a doorman that let you guys in, smiling familiarly at van and you boarded the elevator which fuck, was also fancy.

lottie let you guys in when you got to her apartment, hugging all three of you even though you guys hadn’t met. that was just lottie though. the party was already in full swing, people bustling all around. lottie all but disappeared once greeting you guys, and so you headed to the island in the kitchen to mix drinks with tai and van

later, you see catch lottie in the corner of your eye, sitting out on her fire escape smoking. you figure this is as good of a time as any to actually meet her, you you stick you head out the window and smile and little sheepishly when lottie turns to look at you, but she just waves you out to sit with her. it’s a bit cramped, legs and arms touching as you sit side by side

(she smells like coconut and vanilla and cigarettes)

“you’re y/n right? van talks about her cute friend she knows from home all the time” she says, handing you her cig without asking. you take it and laugh a little

“yeah, she talks about all her cute teammates, too”

lottie smiles at you, canine tooth poking out through her smile and you blush a little under her attention, handing the cig back. lottie tuns to look out at the city, and nudges her arm into you when she speaks

“wish she introduced me to you earlier though”

and from that point on, you were friends. a few more parties passed, and each one included a smoke break on some fire escape/patio/bathroom window/back alley with lottie, sharing a cigarette instead of just getting your own. there was something cute about lottie’s lip stain mixing with your lipgloss anyways, you thought

lottie was very sweet to everyone, but when it was just the two of you, she had the most cutting things to say about some of the people at whatever party. even if you couldn’t put a face to who she was talking about, you laughed and joined in anyways. you didn’t notice that lottie hadn’t taken anybody home from a party since she met you, opting to get a cab with you guys

before the yellowjackets next game, lottie dms you a picture of a cat with hearts around his head on instagram, followed by a message asking you if you’re gonna come watch the game tonight? you say yes of course! and so you do

van waves at you with a big cheesy grin when she sees you in the stands. you’re wearing one of the school’s generic yellowjackets hoodies that they sell in the campus store. after the first half, (2-0), you see lottie scanning the stands for someone and wave at her. her eyes light up when she sees you there, and she bounces on her toes a bit in excitement when she waves back

when they win, of course there’s another party

lottie texts you as soon as the game is over, right as you see her disappear into the locker room

“coming to the party tn?” “‘course”

lottie is wearing a mini skirt and long sleeve shirt when you walk in, two shades of pink that clash and also work on her. you’re stuck for a moment looking at the miles of tan legs on display before she laughs at you gently and pulls you in through the house (jackie taylor’s house, you think)

there’s music blaring and people everywhere, very much the ordinary. what’s new is that lottie is mixing your drink for you in the kitchen, and laughing when you ask her for the third time what is it? and refusing to tell you, insisting it be a surprise. van and tai have disappeared into a corner somewhere, presumably to make out

lottie hands over the mystery drink and you sip it, humming happily as you taste the sweet bubbly mixture. lottie is smiling at you and she’s just so beautiful, and maybe you want to do something about it tonight. it’s the middle of october and you think that there’s been a vibe this whole time, so maybe tonight

when you ask lottie if she wants to dance in a moment of bravery, her eyes sparkle like she knows you had to fight to get that out, and she just shakes her head no. disappointment fills you, but lottie grabs your hand, intertwining your fingers, and pulls you out onto the small balcony. you fish around in your pockets for your lighter and lottie pulls a single cigarette out of her bra

“m not a dancer” she mumbles a little as you lean into her space to light the cigarette hanging from her lips. once it’s lit, lottie brings her free hand to rest on your waist, not letting you back out of her space. she looks away though as you shove the lighter back into your pocket, puffing smoke out into the chilly air

“me neither really” you say quietly, close enough to lottie that you don’t need to speak over the sound of the street below or the music leaking out from the party. lottie smiles at you, and her eyes are a little heavier than usual. there’s a moment of staring, and lottie’s pupils dilate as she watches your glossed lips part gently. she places the cigarette between them gently, and your hands brush when you reach to hold it, lottie’s hand tightens on your waist

you don’t know what makes you say what you say next, but alas. something in you wants to pick at lottie, goad her into doing something. its not like its based on anything, you’ve never actually seen lottie take anyone home, or even flirt. but you had heard the stories

“thinking about taking anybody here home tonight?” you ask her, voice teasing as you tilt your head, gesturing towards the apartment full of people. lottie pulls you closer, fronts pressing together and laughs gently when your breath catches in your throat. she takes the cig from your hand where you’ve abandoned it, and takes a pull before answering. she smells so good, like she always does

“hopefully” lottie whispers, her mouth right above the shell of your ear, and a shiver goes up your spine, giggling a little at her words. okay so obviously she’s into you, into this. you pull back, watching as lottie smokes what’s left to the cig, acting like she didn’t proposition you

“Lot” you breathe out, and her eyes snap to yours, a smile dancing on her face. “yeah?” she says, equally as breathy, and then you’re kissing her. lottie is immediately everywhere, cig flicked over the railing as both her hands make purchase on your waist. your hands cradle her face, and you whimper when lottie pulls you tight against her front, deepening the kiss

van is ranting about her film studies class when she busts onto the balcony, mouth snapping shut when she sees you two and laughing. you tuck your face into lottie’s neck, embarrassed, but lottie only pulls you closer and laughs, looking at van

so the friendship evolves into this: you spend at least three afternoons a week curled up on the couch with lottie, watching movies or reading for school, and lottie interrupting you every twenty minutes to pull you into her lap and make out with you a little. you guys don’t hookup right away, lottie makes it expressly clear to you that that isn’t what this is to her. you don’t mind

lottie has you wear her own yellowjackets hoodie to the next game, with matthews #5 embroidered into the fabric across your back. lottie is tall enough that you need to roll the sleeves up, but you wear it anyways. lottie loves seeing you in it, no matter how much jackie taylor teases her about finally being “locked down” by somebody

you rant to lottie about your classes with your feet in her lap, and rubs your leg and gives you some seriously sage advice. that’s something you love about lottie, that she’ll be biting and witty with her comments one second, giggling and making you laugh, and the next she’s oddly serious, speaking about life like she’s been around for millennia

lottie rants to you about team drama with her head in your lap, and she lets you brush her bangs out of her face while you offer the appropriate shit talking to benefit of the doubt for her teammates. jackie and shauna and “whatever the fuck is up with them” is often the star of these rants, as well as “nat’s mouth, always looking for trouble”

there’s a yellowjackets christmas gala, hosted by the college’s sports department. you know this because van told you, and she also told you that every player had a plus one. lottie hadn’t mentioned it to you, and since you two hadn’t defined what it was that you were doing, you got it into your own head that lottie was taking someone else. someone she was serious about, and you were just a fun way to kill time, even though she had told you otherwise

you talked yourself into a spiral, because even though lottie said this wasn’t a casual hookup, why wouldn’t;t she mention the christmas party? it was this weekend, for fucks sake. you skipped your last class that thursday and just went back to your dorm, if only to avoid lottie in english. you felt our phone buzz a handful of times but put it on do not disturb. you wanted to wallow in t for at least a second

when you got home, a package sat right in front of your door, on the floor in the hallway. you looked around, but nobody was there. it was honestly a miracle nobody had stolen it, considering. you picked up the rectangular box, wrapped in a dark blue wrapping paper. there was a tag, and you read it as you shut the door to your room behind you

“to y/n. wear it to the gala tonight, i’ll be there at 8. love lottie”

you smiled to yourself foolishly, already regretting skipping class. you texted lottie back before you even opened the box, responding to her “where are you, are you okay?” with “all good! wasn’t feeling it today, sorry lot”

inside the box was a silk dress that swished softly at the tops of your thighs and pulled tight around your waist and up. it was black, and light, and so obviously expensive that you could only gape at yourself in the mirror and rummage around for a pair of shoes that would maybe do it justice

when you let lottie in at eight, she smiled at you, eyes darkening when she saw you already in the dress she had bought. you stood in the middle of your room a little nervously, hands wringing as she drank in your whole form. lottie was wearing a muted pink dress, miles of legs hidden under the length of fabric. she was beautiful, of course, and you told her as much

“good job wearing the dress, y/n” lottie said, as if that was a response, “love you wearing the things i pick for you”

the whole night, lottie was touchier than usual. a hand on your thigh as you sat and listened to coach ben and coach martinez speak to the team. an arm wrapped all the way around you as you guys stood and mingled with the team, hand resting on the front of your hip. a near growl in your ear when nat whistled and let out a “damn, y/n!” even though the blonde was kidding. nat laughed at lottie like she had done it on purpose

when lottie had to go get in a photo with the team, she handed you her keys and directed you to go get in her car, saying she’d meet you there as soon as this was done. she seemed frazzled, and the fact that you had done that to her put a pleasant heat in your stomach. you winked at tai on your way out when she sent you a questioning look, causing her to belly laugh in surprise and nat to nudge lottie playfully

lottie drives you home without incident, pop music that you both like playing at a medium volume and you sign along softly, the window down letting the early december air brush past you. the only indication that lottie was wound up was the near-bruising her hand had on your thigh. you could only giggle at her, she had done this to herself. literally, she had set the no sex right away rule AND bought you the dress

she all but yanked you past her doorman on the way through her buildings lobby, causing you to smile apologetically at the kind man. as soon as the elevator door shut, lottie was kissing you. one hand pulled at your waist as she backed you up against the wall, free hand bracketing around the back of your head to stop it from hitting the wall

you couldn’t help but whimper when she slid her tongue against yours, crossing your arms loosely around the back of her neck and urging her closer. lottie smiled against yours lips, and a shot of electricity made its way through your body when you felt her canine tooth with your tongue. lottie pulled back when the elevator opened onto your floor, but it didn’t matter because as soon as the apartment door was closed, she had you backed into her kitchen counter

the first time you sleep with lottie is everything. her hands leave a trail of fire all over your body, squeezing every bit of skin she can touch, her hot wet mouth leaving marks on your neck and clavicle and its all you can do not to fall apart right there, sitting on her countertop where she had put you (and fuck if that wasn’t hot, lottie being strong enough to lift you like its nothing)

she shoves the dress she bought you up over your hips, bunching it up at your waist and mumbling about “you look so good baby” and “so pretty like this”

lottie is reverent about eating you out. she rubs soft circles on your thighs, your hips, she hums in agreement or sympathy every time you moan her name, she acts like she’s starving. your hands tangle in her hair and pull without trying, and lottie moans into you. she’s knelt on her kitchen floor, and when you finish she smiles up at you

there’s no pressure to do anything else but you WANT to, and you spend at least a full minute just staring at lottie when she pulls the sleeves of her dress off and lets it pool around her feet on the floor once you make it to her bedroom. when she cums around your fingers ten minutes later, moans muffled into your own mouth, you can taste yourself on her lips

after that first time, you both become a little insatiable

every bathroom at every christmas and new year’s party is occupied by the two of you for at least half an hour, but usually longer. van teases the two of you relentlessly, but “what else am i supposed to do?” lottie says, winking at you “look at her”

lottie sleeps at your dorm sometimes, even though she has a huge apartment, and you guys have study dates with tai and shauna all of the time

you’re really happy with lottie, she always says the right thing, but even when she doesn’t, she makes up for it with her attentiveness

so when she asks you to officially be her girlfriend, of course you say yes, and giggle into her kiss when she spins you around on her fire escape where you first met

[proqhetic]

Could you write your head canons for what dating Lottie would be like? Sorry it’s basic this is my first time requesting 😅

ᡣ𐭩 •｡ ꪆৎ ˚ ⋅ dating lottie matthews hcs

cw: nsfw at the bottom, blood

when your relationship is just starting out, i think lottie would be extremely shy or reserved

i don’t think she has a lottttt of experience (compared to say jackie or nat), and she’s always kept to herself more, so she’d be extra cautious about not messing this up or making you uncomfortable in anyway

trusts you with the “weirder” sides of herself that she’s usually too embarrassed to show around others and you only love her even more for it

she’s so cute WAAAJSHAHSKFHAGJ

will do the pinky thing when she wants to hold your hand where she just lightly pokes your hand with it before you just full on take her hand in yours 😭😭

“lottie, we’re already dating. you can hold my hand.” “i just— i wasnt sure!” she defends herself while grinning, taking your hand in hers

her main love language is definitely gift giving!! she’ll gladly shower you in gifts and presents everyday if she knew it would make you happy

if you mention in passing about an expensive pair of shoes you’ve been eyeing for a while now or a funko pop of one of ur faves just dropped, expect to see it nicely wrapped in a bow on your bed by the next day <3

expect her to go ALL OUT for valentine’s day, christmas and your birthday in terms of surprising you with presents and parties.

matching halloween costumes are also on the agenda

cannot cook to save her life this point should just be canon (will try to cook breakfast in bed for you and fail miserably)

sleepovers at her house after soccer practice!!! you’d sit on the bleachers and watch her during practice with heart eyes like those cheesy high school movies while you wait for her

so. many. forehead kisses. (that height difference mmm)

light sleeper — (esp pre-dating) frequently wakes up in the middle of the night and has trouble falling asleep. your presence alone has been such a help,, she’ll have an arm wrapped around your waist or fall asleep tucked into the crook between your neck and shoulder while u play with her hair > <

but the second you crawl up to pee in the middle of the night you come back and see her awake and staring back at you all groggy and pouty hhjshdjehs

asks nat how to create a mixtape just so she can create one for you with all the songs that remind her of you

slips you those stupid post-its in class with the checkboxes that are like

“ hey.. i think ur pretty cute :) date tn? ▢ yes!! ♡ ▢ no :( ”

even though it’s been like a good few months into your rs

⚠️ — nsfw

secretly a freak but wbk… let’s be honest here!!!!

loves whispering the filthiest things in your ear when you guys are out with your friends just to see you get all worked up and flustered

that paired with her evil grinnn oh when her fangs poke out MMMMNNCMSBV i’m going insane

speaking of fangs… biting your lip/neck until she draws blood (vampire!lottie you will always be famous)

sooo whiny. non stop whimpering. even draws them out because she knows how much hearing her turns you on

needs to build some confidence around you and get over that embarrassed start but could definitelyy be the dom one if she wanted

sleepy sex is her favourite >_< waking up to two of her fingers already inside you as she greets you with a drawled “good morning babyy” and a chaste kiss as she adds a third finger in

[zombieunicorngamerzu]

(Yandere Yellowjackets/Reader)

[Warnings - yandere behavior, Van, Lottie, and Natalie have girlcocks, CNC, penetration, anal, oral, fingering, orgy, creampies, smut]

Ever since the crash, you felt like things changed between you and the team. It was like a switch was flipped and the other girls just went full on Mama bear mode, and not just the Overprotectiveness, but the Clinginess, it got bad. You were the youngest on the Yellowjackets College Soccer Team, only eighteen while the others were either nineteen or twenty with The oldest being Lottie, Natalie, and Taissa, the three of them were twenty.

You knew you were young, you thought Mabye that’s why the team was so overprotective over you, but it got to the point where they babied you. Way too much. Lottie was the most overbearing, well besides Misty, Misty was another level. Both Misty and Lottie insisted on doing everything with you, to bathing you, feeding you, going with you to use the restroom, all you wanted was a ounce of private time, but when you finally got away from one girl, there another was. You felt like they were suffocating you.

“Look, guys I just need to be left alone, please.” You pleaded with Van, Lottie, Taissa, Natalie, Shauna, and Misty, all of them sitting in their spots looking at you so hurt. Lottie stood up first, speaking softly, “Look, baby, we know you want to do things on your own, but we have to keep you safe.” You just shook your head, “No! You won’t even let me go outside alone, your driving me crazy.” Your words really stung everyone, all they tried to do was protect and love you, but all they felt was rejection. Lottie just stepped closer, her arms outstretched, “Baby… just- just let us show you how much we care about you…”

You just shook your head with a hateful glare, you couldn’t stay cooped up in the cabin being babied any longer. You were an adult, so you did what you wanted, you stormed out the door. You didn’t get far at all, Van immediately rushing after you and picking you up by your waist as you flailed, she just grunted and brought you back inside, “Yup, sorry babygirl, but no.” You we’re throwing a fit by the time Van placed you back in front of Lottie who stood with her arms crossed and a scary stern look across her face, “Better after your little fit, baby?”

You just glared and did the only thing you thought, you spit on her. It shocked everyone. You regretted it immediately as soon as you saw Lotties eyes darken and her jaw clench, the others looking scared for you as Lottie shot forward, grabbing you by your neck and forcing you into submission in front of her, her face looming over yours as she spoke in a growl, “I have been nothing but kind and loving and supportive ever since we crashed, I’ve been here for you, taken care of you, and you spit it my face?!”

You couldn’t stop but whimper in fear and regret now, “Lottie I’m sorry-“ She cut you off with a shake or her head, “No, your gonna be a good girl now, you fucking understand?” She growled out as she kicked the back of your knees, forcing you to kneel as she pulled your chin up, “Your gonna take everything we fucking give you without a fucking fight and your gonna fix this goddamn bratty attitude or I swear to god… “ she knelt down to your level, “I will fuck you for days until your a sobbing begging mess for the “nice me” back.”

You just nodded with a whimper, your breathes quick, you’d never seen Lottie so pissed before, it scared you shitless, so you just nodded, watching as she undid her pants, pulling out her cock which was already hard for you while the others watched. “Open your mouth.” She ordered a little softer, cupping your chin while you nodded and parted your lips for her to nudge her cock inside, feeling her length immediately slid to the back of your throat as she moaned, “There’s the good girl I want…” Lottie sighed out as she threaded her fingers in your hair to soothe you while pumping her cock inside your mouth, drool spilling down your chin as you took her down your throat. It didn’t take Lottie long before she was cumming down your throat, her grip on your hair tight before she pulled you off her cock.

She stepped back to let you catch your breath while she undressed, speaking out to everyone, “Everyone strip, we’re gonna show our babygirl why she needs us… and what she gets when she decides to be such a fucking brat.” There was immediate movement as soon as she spoke, everyone listening as Lottie knelt down and helped you undress, kissing your head to calm you as she spoke, “Shh baby, I promise we won’t hurt you,” she caresses your cheek, “We’re just gonna take care of you like we should have a long time ago.”

You just swallowed out of anxiety as you looked over at the others, Taissa already jerking Van off as they kissed, occupied with one another while Shauna was sitting with Nat, the two of them watching you like hawks and Misty who looked elated to just look at you, her hand already in her pants, biting her lip with a blush. Lottie just smirked at Misty, nodding her over which she gladly did, coming over and immediately straddling you, kissing you quick and fiery, making you Yelp at how rushed she was.

Misty was quick, passionate, she was so excited just to touch you as she ground down on your thigh, she was wet and she just wanted to touch you, “Fuck, oh my god, your so pretty, don’t worry, I’ll be gentle… I’ll get you ready for the others.” She smiled before pushing you to lay down, kneeling down between your thighs quickly, spreading your thighs open to bury her face between your thighs, she moaned, getting her first taste of you and she was lost, eating you out like she was starving before her fingers were pushing inside you to find your gspot, she sucked on your clit roughly while curling her finger against your gspot quickly, Misty was surprisingly just a fiery bundle of excitement and pleasured, she focused on you until you came and you swore Misty came in her panties just from getting to make you cum.

You were almost sad when she pulled away but you didn’t get much time to be sad before you were roughly manhandled by Natalie, feeling her hands rolling you onto your tummy and her breasts on your back as she husked in your ear, “Don’t worry baby, I’m gonna fuck you so good your gonna scream.” She just chuckled with a smirk before shoving her cock inside you, making you scream out, you were wet, but she just shoved it in, being rough to the point Lottie voiced out, “Gentle… Natalie, don’t break her.” Nat just chuckled as she dug her nails into your hips, jackhammering her hips into your ass harder, pinning you down, “What if I wanna break her?” Lottie glared at her immediately from her spot which made Natalie roll her eyes, but she did slow down, you were whining and crying already from how sensitive you felt.

Natalie just smiled and slapped your ass, making you squeal and clench around her cock, causing her to groan, her voice husky, “That’s a good fucking girl, taking my cock like this…” she just grunted before reaching down to rub your clit, quickening her thrust as she moaned out, “Now cum on my cock so I can fill you up.” Her words made your eyes widen, groaning out louder at how rough she was fucking you, you could feel her cock slamming deeper inside you, her fingers rubbing your clit rougher which made you build up your orgasm quickly, screaming out as you came around her cock which made her cry out as she slammed into you, spurting hot heavy loads of cum inside you with a groan before slapping your ass and pulling out, leaving you trembling as she ruffled your hair and walked off.

“Christ Nat, how about manners? Some fucking decency?” Taissa spoke out, practically appalled with Natalie just leaving you trembling on the cold floor, you felt Taissa’s hands as she helped you up, pulling you to her chest as she kissed your head, “Van, get some pillows and blankets.” Was all you heard before feeling yourself being laid on a much more comfortable surface, Taissas hands rubbing your tummy and thighs gently while Van just crawled over with a kiss to your knee, “Hey babygirl.” Van smiled as she sat next to you, Taissa putting a pillow under your head as she nodded at Van who settled between your thighs, “Go slow, Van.”

Van just nodded at Taissa’s order, moaning softly as she pressed the head of her cock slowly inside you while rubbing your thighs to help you relax. Both Taissa and Van just seemed more focused on your comfort, they weren’t rushed or rough, they were patient and gentle, focusing on you as Van slowly worked her cock into you, making you moan softly, your eyes fluttering at the feeling, her slow movements felt so much better and Van smiled with pride at the pleasured softer moans you let out, leaning down to kiss your nose as she slowly sped up, making you let out the cutest whine, causing Taissa to shiver, biting her lip as she touched herself and used her free hand to keep your hair out of your eyes. It was a slower buildup to your orgasms, the three of you, but when Van finally got to the point of speeding up her thrusts, breathes shaky as she held your thighs to your chest, sinking her cock in deep as she held your thighs, groaning out loudly, she came inside you, her cock twitching as she made sure to pump in deep so you took every drop.

“God, she’s so perfect.” Van husked out breathlessly as she slowly pulled out, being careful not to hurt you before she leaned down to give you a tender kiss, “Your doing so good baby… so good.” She praised you and it made your heart sing, you really didn’t want Van and Taissa to be done, but they got up, making you whimper before Shauna made her way over, shushing you, “Shh baby, I promise I’m not that scary.” She just gave you a reassuring smile, leaning down to kiss down your stomach before settling between your thighs which made you squirm, you felt too sensitive, it felt like torture when she flicked her tongue over your clit, making her giggle as your hips bucked, “Thats it baby, take what I give you.” She just smiled before attaching her lips to your clit. Gods… Shauna must have known you we’re spent from everyone else, so she just cleaned you up with her tongue mostly, her hands gently rubbing your shaking thighs as she slurped at your pussy, working you to another exhausting but enjoyable orgasm as you came on her tongue.

Shauna carefully let you go after feeling you cum, tasting you was enough for her right now, sitting back to get up and watch as Lottie made her way back over again, you hoped she was the last one. Lottie must have seen how exhausted you were because she just crawled over you, kissing you sweetly with a soft shush, “Shh baby, I know… you did so well, just have to take me now baby, then your done.” She husked out before grabbing your thighs, her hands on the backs of your knees as she pushed them up to your chest, angling her cock at your entrance before pushing in with a deep moan, making your thighs tremble as you moaned brokenly, your poor little hole felt used and sensitive, aching around her cock as she started to thrust.

“Good girl baby, god you look so pretty…” Lottie moaned out as she kissed you harder, groaning and panting against your lips before she pulled out quickly, pining your legs higher before jerking her cock off at your tighter hole below, making you wriggle, “L-Lottie, no please- wait-“ Lottie cut you off by pressing the head of her cock into your tight ass, making you scream out as you felt the stretch, gasping so loud as you felt her thick cock pop into your ass, filling you up so much as she slowly started pumping inside you with such eager moans and growls, “Fuck… yes… this fucking ass- yes baby! Oh god- I’m gonna cum!” Lottie whimpered out as she shoved in deeper, her cock twitching as she groaned out, her voice cracking as her eyes squeezed closed, letting out a cry as she shot her load into your tight little hole, moaning sinfully as she felt your tightness around her cock.

You groaned at the feeling, you felt so full and used at this point, whimpering as Lottie slowly pulled out, her tip popping out of your ass as she let your thighs go, letting you relax as you felt her cum dribble out of your ass. Immediately after Lottie helped sit you up, speaking softly to you, “Baby… your ours now, okay? We love you so much babygirl…” All you could do was nod with a soft whimper as Lottie kissed your forehead before everyone was fussing over you yet again, fighting over who would get to help you bathe next.

[lllivia]

I hope this isn't offensive or anything but why is it that almost everytime I try to find a yj fic the character I'm reading about is trans. NOT THAT I MIND, I was just wondering if it was something specific that draws ppl to write them like that 🙏🙏

[gothghostiie]

hiiiii omg i saw ur writing for jeff and i went feral, if i may request....👉👈

him finding out his pretty, perky gf is a squirter at some point and it makes him go absolutely pussy drunk just making out with her slick hole (only if thats ok im so sorry if this is too graphic omgggg i have brainrot apologies)

sweetheart, have you been on my blog??? /lh /nm

cw: fem!reader, squirting, oral, overstimulation, tiny bit of manhandling if you squint, praise

he didn't expect.. that to happen. you were sprawled out underneath him, one leg hooked over his shoulder as he quickly worked his fingers against your gspot, you heard his soft encouragement as he felt you get closer to the edge. he wanted to see you fall apart for him, deciding you needed one last push. his lips wrapped around your swollen, sensitive clit, it was over for you. within mere seconds you felt everything hit you - a loud gasp by a string of apologies as you squirted all over his fingers and arm, even his face.

Jeff was mesmerised to say the least. he had never made any of his partners squirt before; not like that anyway. but God, he knew he needed more. and who are you to deny him? poor you, now lying pinned underneath him, thighs resting on his broad shoulders as his big hands wrapped around your hips, holding them down onto the soaking wet spot on the sheets, tongue tracing around your vulva, pressing into your cunt occasionally.

his face was sticky, you were shaking in his grip, but he didn't let off. "just one more time.. please darling.." he murmured against you, immediately suckling on your clit. you lost count at how many orgasms he had ripped from your body by now, how many times you he made you squirt. yet he couldn't help himself, wanting to see you do it once again. "for me.. you can do it, c'mon.." he pleaded, almost begging you at this point. tears were building in your eyes as you tried to buck your hips, sobbing softly from the overstimulation, but he refused to let go. not until he got what he wanted. his thumbs soothingly rubbed your skin, calming and grounding you a bit.

"shh.. it's okay... you can do it; come on.." he dipped his face into your pussy again, words slurring slightly as he already latched onto you again, making out with your poor, sopping hole until you squited again, the liquid hitting hid shoulder slightly as he leaned up, skilled fingers rubbing your clit all through it. "just like that.. that's a good girl.."

[lotties-ashwagandha]

OUR OWN KINGS AND GODS (nsfw)

(adult) lottie matthews x reader (gender neutral but afab), word count 2k

after an argument with lottie, she shares her anxieties with you over a bottle of rum, and in the late hours of the night you find solace in each other’s arms. set post season two finale, but no hunt au (you'll see what i mean). this took me so long to write pls interact/comment/reblog if u enjoy it :(

You have never seen her like this — tired, defeated. Usually such a source of peace, of joy, but as she stands before you, her love for the world is gone. 

“I’m sorry,” she says again – the third time – breaking the silence that has seemed unending. “It’s been a hard day.” 

You nod. You forgive her, as you always do. Even as the sting of her words still digs into you, still has your hands shaking with words of unspoken fury. You hardly ever get in arguments with Lottie, but when you do, it breaks you both.

“Say something,” she asks. You shrug. You clear your throat, try to swallow the knot building inside it. 

It had started early in the morning. Lottie had left the wellness center without telling you, without leaving a note and without taking her phone that she kept for emergencies when she usually left the compound. When she returned you had been calm about it — it wasn’t worth starting anything over. Yet she had been abandoning you frequently all day, sparing no words for you that weren’t sharp. You finally confronted her about it and she had denied you an explanation. She claimed that she needed space. That you were being clingy. She weaponized ways she knew would hurt you and took pride in it when they did. You knew how to reach her, too — hours you had spent sniping at each other just to see who would be the first to fall. 

“Tell me next time,” you say, “if something’s bothering you.” 

Her anxiety — that’s what she had told you caused the dispute. It’s what caused her to abandon you for the day and deny you entry to her mind. She was overwhelmed. You believed her, but you also believed it was more than that. It was the anniversary of the crash. 

Lottie stands before you still. She agrees to your request that she open up next time. 

“I never meant to hurt you,” she tells you. Her voice has become hoarse from all the yelling. 

You take her hands in yours. I know. You trail your thumbs over her knuckles and meet her gaze. “I want to move on from it.” 

She nods. She closes her eyes for a moment, takes a deep breath. “I do, too.” 

The tension begins to dissipate from the silence, yet the kitchen still feels stuffy. The whole house feels tainted by anger. 

“I can’t be in here anymore,” you say. “I’m going outside to get some air.” 

“Hold on,” Lottie orders. You sigh, but wait. She takes a bottle of rum from the counter and comes back. 

“I can hardly stomach rum.” 

“No one can stomach rum.” 

You smile at that. It seems to endear her. Slowly the two of you are becoming more regulated. 

Lottie leads you outside. You take in the fresh air, look up at the dark sky and your clear view of the stars. It’s one of the perks of being out so far from the rest of society at the wellness center, that you’re so connected to the natural world. 

“Come on,” she calls, and you realize Lottie hasn’t stopped walking. You jog a little to catch up to her. 

“Where are we going? It’s late, everyone’s in bed already. We can’t leave.” 

“We aren’t leaving,” she keeps walking. “But I’m not sitting out here all night.” 

You follow in obedience. Lottie leads you to a wood cabin, and you almost laugh when you see the sign — she’s led you to the Sharing Shack. When you go inside, you let yourself drop to sit on one of the cushions surrounding a small wood table. Lottie sets the rum on it before sitting next to you. 

She sighs. Turns her gaze to you, to examine you, to try to see through you to assess your state. 

“Relax,” you tell her, because though both of you are still coming down from the fight, you can’t handle any more talk of emotions. “Everything’s okay now.” 

Lottie nods. She reaches over to give your hand a small squeeze before directing her attention to the bottle of rum. She opens it, and before you can realize you haven’t brought any glasses she takes a deep drink. 

“Does it taste better than last year’s euthanasia tea you tried to get everyone to drink?” You joke. You know it’s cruel, but you can’t help but remember the last time you were in this cabin at night — the rest of the Yellowjackets, how you hardly averted hunting each other through the woods. 

Lottie falters. She sets the bottle down, she can’t meet your eyes. You realize instantly how horrible it was to bring it up, to joke about it. 

“I didn’t mean it like—”

“I know how you meant it,” she says blankly. Her tone is empty. 

Silence. You take the bottle of rum in your hands and swallow as much as you can in one gulp. 

You watch as Lottie stands and closes the curtains. She craves privacy just as you do — the rest of the wellness center doesn’t need to be awakened when she turns on the lamp on the table. 

Lottie rolls her head, stretching her neck. She sits down next to you again. For a while you sit in silence, passing the bottle of rum between one another until your vision starts to become distorted and your irritability begins to dissipate. 

“I never thought we would make it back,” Lottie admits quietly, unprompted. She’s silent for a moment before something changes in her expression — something raw, honest, something she feels shame in. “I didn’t really want us to make it back.” 

Why would you? You want to ask. Why would you want to waste your time in this world when you can be free? In the wilderness, we are our own kings and gods. 

“Do you still wish you hadn’t?” You ask. You’re a little afraid of the answer, but you have to know. “If you could go back right now, spend the rest of your life where you were in the wilderness, would you?” 

Lottie hesitates. She leans back to lay on her elbows, legs stretched out. Like a teenager. It takes her longer than you’d like to decide. 

“No,” she finally tells you. Her eyes meet yours. “Unless you were there with me, or you were dead.” 

You spend a moment taking in the information. You wonder what she’s seen in the wilderness, what was so beautiful in such horror to let her long for it her entire life. Your thoughts are dulled and loop in unending circles from the rum, yet she occupies all of them. 

“Would you go with me?” Lottie asks. You meet her dark eyes and witness the longing dancing in them. “I know it will never be possible, but if it was…” 

You nod. “Yes.” 

Again, your thoughts are drawn back to the last time you were here, with the Yellowjackets – the moment Lottie raised the glass of clear liquid to her lips and had been effortlessly ready for death if no one else was willing to take the fall. You consider her devotion – and you consider the devotion of her followers, those who would die for her just as readily. You realize you’re one of them. 

You realize the gift of the wilderness has not worn away over time or distance: you are free. 

You lean to her level and pull Lottie into a kiss. It takes her by slight surprise, but she recovers quickly, one of her hands weaving into your hair and pulling you to the angle she wants. Her dominance over you is asserted in the span of a second – it’s a shift you feel potently, one you welcome. 

You’ve been starved of her in conflict. Yet again she is sustaining you in the hunger of her kiss, in the control you give her liberally. You have always been hers to guide and mold. 

Lottie sits up, presses a hand to your chest and pushes you down. The discomfort of the floor is soothed by the cushions you lay on – it’s disregarded anyway as Lottie pulls away and you get a clear view of her as she sits above you. In the dimmed light of the cabin she gazes upon you like an angel, or like a god, one you have dedicated yourself to worshiping. 

Lottie pauses. 

“I did it for you,” she says in a hushed voice. You want to ask her what she means, but before you can she stands and crosses the room. You hadn’t noticed them, yet they’re set there all the same – the collection of glasses from last year, one of which had been poisoned. They are all empty now and thoroughly cleaned. One of them is missing. 

Lottie picks one of the glasses. She holds it in her hand and takes a deep breath. After a moment of examining it she comes back, takes the bottle of rum, and pours some of it into the glass. 

“I would have died for you,” she says. She takes a sip of the rum – the glass isn’t poisoned, but adrenaline runs through you as you watch her sip from it. Her gaze never parts from yours. 

You sit up again, and she sits down next to you. One of her hands comes to rest high on the back of your neck. 

“Drink,” she orders. Her voice is quiet but firm, denying her is not an option when she raises the glass to your lips. It’s intense as it travels down your throat – the warmth of it courses through your body, collecting between your thighs. A look of satisfaction comes over her when the glass is emptied. 

“Good,” she praises, and sets the glass down on the table. “You’re so good for me.” 

You bite back a whine. Lottie notices your growing desperation, she thrives in it. She pulls you to her roughly, into another kiss, one that holds promise of more than innocence. She straddles you, pushes you down so you’re laying flat again. 

You begin to fumble with your shirt – she takes it off for you and tosses it to the side. Her lips attach to your neck, biting and sucking and marking you in any way she can. You let out a moan, hear her breath hitch as you do. She moves down your chest, more gentle but just as fervent as she pulls one of your nipples into her mouth. She runs her tongue over it, hands holding you in place as you arch into her touch. You need more. She can feel it, she loves the torture. 

“Please,” you breathe, begging under her touch. Specifics are gone from your mind, just that you need her, in any and every way she would allow. 

“Please? Please, what, honey?” she asks, giving you a look as if she’s oblivious. You don’t respond as soon as she hopes, so before you can speak, Lottie kisses you – it clouds your mind as you feel her pull off your pants. Your hands find her back, yet one moves to her bicep as one of her hands travels between your legs. 

Your grip on her becomes tight as her fingers run through you, stopping to press against your clit. She moves in tight circles in response to your moan, the sudden intensity of her touch overwhelming in the best of ways. 

“Is this what you wanted, baby?” she asks. “This is what you needed, isn’t it?” 

“Yes,” you whine, your eyes falling closed at her touch. One of her hands comes to rest at the base of your neck, and your eyes open again. 

“Look at me, darling,” she demands, and after you nod, she slides two of her fingers into you. She pumps them into you slowly at first, ensuring your adjustment before speeding her pace. Her thumb finds your clit, and you can’t hold back the string of moans that escapes you. 

“Good, let me hear you,” Lottie praises. “You’re doing so well, my love.” 

Every thought other than her, her touch, fades away. All that’s left in the world is her and all the ways you’d let her use you, all of the sacrifices you would make in her name. In the wilderness she was a prophet, and still she rules as one. 

“Breathe,” she reminds you – she could take you to the edge of death and you’d be willing if it meant a moment more of this euphoria. 

You moan, feeling yourself rush close to the edge. Lottie can feel it, the hint of a smile is present at the edge of her lips as she looks down at you. She kisses you, and you pull her as close as you can. 

“Let go for me, baby,” she allows you when she pulls out of the kiss. Her tone is gentle. “Cum for me.” 

Your body responds instantly. At her words your orgasm courses through you, and every muscle in your body tenses before letting go all at once. You can’t hear her praise as you endure, you can’t think. Your breath comes in gasps.  

When finally the pleasure subsides, Lottie pulls her touch from you. Though there’s no cushion to support her on the floor, she lays down on her side and loops her arm around your waist. The care with which she gazes at you sparks the warmth of love in your chest. You feel safe in her arms. 

Through the wilderness you would follow her if it ever came to it. She ruled as a prophet over you, and you would spill blood in devotion. Every sacrifice she wanted she could take – in the wilderness, we are our own kings and gods. 

[flowerbxuquet]

Shauna nsfw drabble bcuz i haven’t uploaded in a long time :3

WARNINGS: Nsfw (duh), brief mentions of violence, not really consensual at first??? feral shauna

A/N: ended up way longer than i expected.

Shauna’s so angry lately..no one can really blame her with the death of her baby and the death of Jackie. Shauna’s lost a lot in a couple months and it’s really been draining her.

You’re the only one who doesn’t look at her like she’s some feral animal though..you comfort her, you hug her and tell her that you don’t necessarily understand what she’s going through but you’re there.

Shauna adores you, you’re the one thing in the wilderness that makes her feel so warm other than the cold and feral version of her that craves to feast on flesh.

She’s so mad, she’s filled with anger and hatred — especially towards Lottie. The way the girl acts so calm and spiritual, ‘brainwashing’ the others into what Shauna believes is delusions.

Shauna throws the first punch at Lottie, she can feel the soreness and pain in her knuckles at how harsh the hit is. She’s ready to keep going until she feels a hand tug at her jacket.

Shauna whips around, looking ready to kill until her eyes fall on you. Sometimes when she looks at you all she can see is Jackie and that sight..calms her slightly.

“Shauna, don’t.” You beg, the last thing everyone needs is another dead body and Shauna looks like she was about to murder Lottie. Lottie looks like she’s ready to protest but before she can you’re dragging Shauna off her.

Because you’re the only one who can tame the feral beast in Shauna’s body.

…

You bring Shauna up to the attic - attending to the wounds on her bloodied knuckles with the limited supplies you all have.

“I don’t need you to protect me.” Shauna huffs, a bit irritated as the anger in her body just seems to build the more she can’t find a stress relief.

You sigh, looking up at Shauna with an almost disappointed gaze.

“I know, honestly I think I was protecting Lottie more than you. You looked ready to kill her.” You sigh and set the cloth you had back into the water bucket you used to disinfect Shauna’s hands.

Shauna rolls her eyes at your comment and looks down at her knuckles that you had patched up for her — the action makes her heart flutter a bit.

“I wouldn’t have actually killed her.” Shauna protests, “Just..I don’t know what I was thinking..”

You give her a sympathetic smile and walk over to sit beside her, draping an arm around her waist as you give her a hug. Shauna slightly stiffens before melting into the contact, her breathing getting heavier as she takes in your embrace.

You’re so warm, she can hear your heartbeat against hers, she feels absolutely feral and all she wants to do right now is devour you whole.

Shauna feels like she’s blacking out, nearly dissociated from her body and she doesn’t even realize that she’s smashing her lips against yours hungrily.

Your eyes widen and you stiffen up, gasping in surprise but Shauna takes that initiative to push her tongue into your mouth as she squeezes your waist to pull you into her lap.

You’re on top of Shauna now — eventually you melt into the kiss and are kissing her back just as hungrily. It’s been months since the both of you have had some real connection with another human being and you two are practically starving.

Shauna pulls back for a second, desire in her eyes as her lips are bruised from the rough kissing. “I need you so fucking bad right now,” Shauna growls, attaching her lips to your neck.

She grabs your hips and flips the two of you over, pressing you against the harsh wood flooring but you’re too lost in the sensation of Shauna’s lips on your neck to care.

“Shauna.” You mewl softly, laying your head back to give her more room to kiss and bite.

Shauna’s hungry and she eagerly tugs your shorts down, giving you no time to process as she slips her hand into your panties.

Your hips jolt in surprise as Shauna starts to rub harsh circles on your clit, she’s never really pleasured another woman before but she’s touched herself plenty of times to be familiar enough.

Your breathing gets heavier as Shauna’s fingers rub your bundle of nerves while her lips continue to suck and kiss on your neck.

“You’re so fucking sweet the way you always try to protect me.” Shauna pants as she starts to rock against your thigh, “All mine..no one else can touch you because you belong to me.”

Shauna growls, sloppily pushing two fingers into your cunt which causes you to cry out at the sudden stretch. You move up to cover your mouth since the girls are just downstairs but Shauna grasps at your wrists and slams them above your head onto the wood floor.

“Don’t you fucking dare.” Shauna moans, her hips snapping against your thigh, “Let them hear you, let them all hear how good i’m making you feel.”

Shauna’s nails are slightly digging into your wrists from the pleasure coursing through her body and she continues to roughly pump her fingers into your weeping pussy.

Your moans fill the room, unable to even hold them back as Shauna fingers you with an absolutely feral pace. That knot in your stomach is starting to get tighter and you writhe against Shauna while she pins you down.

“A-Aah! S—Shauna, please..i’m gonna cum..” You pant inbetween gasps, her fingers curl and rub against your walls without mercy.

Shauna grits her teeth together as her rocking against your thigh gets harsher, the way you announce your pleasure to her makes her clit throb and she can feel her orgasm approaching as well.

“Do it. Fucking cum all over my fingers.” Shauna spits at you with an aggressive tone, taking out all her anger with the harsh pounding of her fingers inside your wet pussy.

Your mouth falls agape and nearly your body rises up off the ground, shouting Shauna’s name with pleasure as you gush all over her fingers.

Shauna’s eyes squeeze shut while her mouth falls open, letting out harsh pants of breathe as she rides your thigh with reckless abandon.

Shauna doesn’t care that the girls downstairs can hear you crying out her name, it honestly just makes her body even hotter and her panties get even wetter. She wants everyone to know that she’s making you feel absolute bliss because you belong to her.

“Tell me you love me.” Shauna gasps out, her thighs squeezing against your leg as she rides you desperately, “Please.”

She needs to hear it, needs to hear that atleast someone does, that she’s not completely alone out here without Jackie.

“I love you, Shauna..” Your breathless voice comes out as your hands fall on her waist to stabilize her.

The coil inside Shauna’s stomach snaps and she lets out a loud cry as her orgasm wracks through her body, her thighs slightly twitching.

Shauna collapses against you, cuddling you close as she pants heavily to attempt to catch her breath that was stolen from the intense pleasure through her body.

You wrap your arms around her and kiss the side of her head, happy that Shauna got the stress relief she needs as she falls asleep with a small smile on her face for the first time in weeks.

[hansslut]

i love them your honour

[jaywritessometimes]

Nat x Inexperienced!Reader

nsfw!! 18+

It was well into the soccer season. You'd been to more of Nat's games than you could count. So when you asked to miss just this one, Nat had no issue with it. You had a lot of work to get done anyways.

You're sat watching the tv while working on some projects for work. You tapped away on that laptop for hours on end, binge watching whatever they latest show was. You were so focused on your laptop, that you hardly noticed when Nat walked down the stairs.

She took her spot next to you on the couch. You only noticed her once she had sat down. You takes your hands through your hair, and expelled the breath in your lungs.

"Hey, what's up? I know that sigh." She questioned.

"Just this work thing, the guys haven't touched the thing, and the deadline is in 2 days. So on top of my own work, I have to finish and supervise the work of 2 complete morons." You blurt. "I'm sorry, I didn't even ask about your game. How was it?"

Nat looks over to you, that goofy grin on her face. "The game was good, we lost. I guess that's what happens when our good luck charm doesn't show." She's joking, but you can't help but feel a little guilty for having to miss her game.

"I'm sorry babe, I wish i could have been there."

You save your files, and shit your laptop. You'd take a break for a little while. The laptop is shoved aside as you crawl into Nat's lap. You sling your arms around the back of her neck, your fingers playing with the hair on the nape of her neck.

She smiles at you before leaning in. This was always how it started. She started slow, and you followed her lead. After all- you were new to this, and she knew a great deal more about these things than you did. As the kiss went on, you became more desperate.

You'd never been with anybody this way before, but Nat made you feel things you'd never felt before. You were worked up from just a little kissing. You attempt to change the direction of the kiss, from soft sweet kisses, to hungrier and dirtier ones.

She smirks as you take charge, eventually moving on from her mouth, and down her chin and neck. You kiss around for a while, not even noticing your hips, which began to buck themselves into Nat's lap.

She giggles when she notices it. "All worked up just from some kissing baby? What's gotten into you?" She jests.

You whine into her neck, your face heating up with embarrassment. You reluctantly move yourself off her lap, and onto the floor between her legs.

"Hey, you didn't have to move, it was fine, I was just teasing." She says.

You look up at her through hooded eyes, and start to remove her shorts. You tug them all the way down, leaving her on her underwear (i'm sorry i refuse to call them panties).

"Can I?" You ask, knowing that question never fails to get you going, and hoping it does the same for her.

All she does is nod weakly, along with a little whisper that's released from her throat when your fingers reach the band and brush her sensitive stomach. Your fingers play with the little ribbon on the front of them, while your mouth goes to work on her thighs. You had no idea what you were doing, you just tried your best to copy the things she had done to you.

Your mouth leaves wet open mouthed kisses along her inner thighs, and as you move up towards where she wants you, she begins to squirm. You grin to yourself in triumph. She eventually gets impatient, and removes her underwear herself.

Your jaw drops at the sight. She was soaked. All because of you.

You dive in (literally) like it's your last meal. Nat's hands instantly go to your hair, guiding you. You start with little strokes of your tongue, avoiding her clit, wanting to tease her just a little longer. She tasted heavenly. You'd tasted her before, from her own fingers, but this was so much better.

Eventually, you get bored with the teasing, and give her the pressure she had been desiring from you. Your tongue moves in an 8 motion, just like she did to you. She obviously liked it, considering the response you received. She grabbed your hair and brought you closer to her, your scalp tingling, but only intensifying your pleasure.

"God- Fuck y/n that's so good. Just like how I do it." She let out between moans and whines. Her eyes barley left yours, only to shut or roll back.

You had always found her voice attractive. But right now? You could come just from her voice praising you between the sounds she made because of you.

"Rub your clit baby, I want you to come with me. God yah just like that. Do the same to yourslef, come on baby."

You rubbed yourself in the same pattern as your tongue moved. You could tell she was getting close. You moved your tongue down to tease her entrance. She let out a nearly pathetic moan when you tested her entrance with your tongue.

"Oh my god. You're doing so good. You're doing such a good job babe, I'm almost there. Come with me baby. Come on, keep rubbing your clit like that, yah. Fuck-"

Her entrance spasamed around your touch, the same way yours did around her fingers when you were on the edge. You brought your uncocuppied hand to her clit, and began to apply pressure again. That was all it took.

Her legs shook as her orgasm crashed over her. Yours did as well, and you struggles to keep your hands and tongue working, but you were determined to help her ride out her high as you did your own.

Your movements got sloppy, but they did the job. Nat looked down at you from her place on the couch, her bangs stuck to her forehead with sweat, and a post orgasm glow making her appear like a goddess.

You grinned up at her, not able to say much of anything, your heads still in the clouds.

"Oh babe, you have got to do that more often. That was amazing." She praised.

You let your head rest against her thigh as she stroked your her with her fingers. You wished you could stay like that forever.

[ultrone]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[noooooooop-e]

first ever edit, please be nice🫶🫶 I ship so many characters, but these two have my heart 🤍they also break my heart 😔

[proqhetic]

hii can i do a request for thigh riding with dom!lottie pls? its my first time requesting and its fine if u don’t wanna write it😭

a/n: went for a softdom!lottie approach instead w lots of praise 🫣🫣 hope u like it anomz !

“no hands?! how am i supposed to…?” you whine. earlier, lottie had instructed you to get yourself off, and now she wasn’t even letting you use your hands.

a small smile breaks out on lottie’s face, her fangs protruding slightly. she looks down at her bare thigh below her shorts, then back up at you, her smirk only growing.

oh. you realised what she wanted you to do, and you felt your face burn. “are you sure? i’ve never…” you trailed off.

lottie answered with a soft kiss, and you melted into her instantly. “go ahead love,” she whispered, pulling away as she trailed her hand down your arm.

with a shaky breath, you slip your shorts and underwear off in one quick movement. positioning yourself above lottie’s thigh, she observes you like a predator watching its prey, wetting her lips as she watches on. you slowly lower yourself until all your weight is resting on her leg. you both groan as you make contact.

“god, you’re already so wet,” she moans with a smug grin. you squirm under her gaze, but you couldn’t hold off any longer. you begin to grind your hips against her, working a steady groove.

the friction against your core felt so good, making you throw your head back as you sped up. your movement grew sloppy and lottie noticed.

gently but firmly, her hands grabbed your waist, forcing you down and guiding you back into a consistent rhythm. every time your clit rubbed against her leg it felt like electric shocks were being sent throughout your body, tracing down your spine — it was euphoric.

“just like that… you’re doing so well for me,”

your hips started to jerk against lottie. “you going to cum, baby?” you nod rapidly in response. she leans over and whispers into your ear, “cum for me, cum all over mommy’s thigh.” lottie nibbles on your earlobe and that was all it took to push you over the edge.

with a string of moans, you fall apart in lottie’s hands, cumming so hard on her leg. with a soft whimper you collapse into her arms, the exhaustion creeping up on you already.

“you did so good for me, angel,” lottie praises as she catches you with a contagious giggle, pressing kisses all over your forehead. you sink into her touch and catch your breath, before dozing off moments later right there in her arms with a sleepy smile.