#lottie matthews x you
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I reallyreally love lottie, I was hoping if you can do cheerleader!lottie dating a basketball!player hcs?:33
A/N: Hi anon! Of course, as usual, I didn't fully read the request before starting and made a start-of-relastionship headcanons... I promise I'll be more attentive next time! As usual, you can make the request again if you want me to re-make this!
Warnings: suggestive, but I cock-blocked you all. Not proofread, grammar errors.
Today is an important day, the last game of the year before the start of the summer vacations.
Of course, everyone in school is here to watch how the match will go, the "Yellowjackets" home team against the "Wolves" enemy team. The rivalry between the two team-schools is decades old, with both teams having won and lost multiple times. This year, will mark the fifth year old win strike of the "Wolves", that is if you don't win, and you very much intend to.
Today is an important day, the last game of the year before the start of the summer vacations.
Of course, everyone in school is here to watch how the match will go, the "Yellowjackets" home team against the "Wolves" enemy team. The rivalry between the two team-schools is decades old, with both teams having won and lost multiple times. This year, will mark the fifth year old win strike of the "Wolves", that is if you don't win, and you very much intend to.
Your team has suffered great losses this year: against the "Bears", against the "Hounds" and the "Hawks", the city's worst team -or at least they were before your loss-. And as if it wasn't bad enough, you lost a pretty important member of the team when she moved schools. So, the "Yellowjackets basketball team" isn't doing great, but you are determined to bring a win home.
The first days of June had proved to be hotter than usual, sunrays are scorching the field but the cool afternoon air is a welcome distraction.
All around you, people are cheering and booing at both teams actions. There is thrash scattered around the edges of the field, flies are buzzing around you and you're sweating under the afternoon sun.
You look around: despite having played again and again, you never really got used to the crowd's attention, and especially not to the cheerleaders team.
You find it especially annoying when they cheer at you, distracting you and making it possible for others to steal the ball. They had improvised a special tune just for you that they sang everytime you score a point: it was making you more flustered than anything.
Today, as per usual, the cheerleader team is here, ready to make you embarrassed again. Your shyness only seems to grow more when Lottie Matthews, the team capitain, cheers at you.
She is tall, very tall -she sholud be the one playing in the basketball team-, her hair is tied in two loose braids and her makeup empasizes her features. She is wearing the usual cheerleader uniform: a pink long sleeved shirt and a skirt of the same colours and she's holding a pair of yellow and blue flacks.
Many have at least a sort of crush for her, and so do you. You've always seen her at pratice, whenever you'd pratice your shots, she and her cheerleader team were at the far edge of the field, trying to remeber all the steps. Many times you've caught her looking at you when you trained; all the times she did she rushed to whisper something in her friend ear, Jackie, and everytime both of them let out small laughs. You always thought they were mocking you, up until today.
You eye her out with interest and she meets your eyes: she looks at you like a siren would, alluring and deadly. She smiles sweely and sends a wink at your direction.
This is the first time she aknowledges your stares and reciprocate. A hot sensation warms your cheeks: Lottie -fucking- Matthews winked at you, at you!
The pure euphoria that wink gave you makes you feel like you could jump to the sky. The rest of the game goes surprisingly well, you even make a winning shot of five points just at the very end, giving your team their earned victory.
Everyone cheered, the Wolves and their fans leaving the court with disgruntled mubles while you were basking in glory.
You feel something nudge your arm lightly and look around your shoulder to see Lottie towering over you with a genunie smile.
"Hi, I saw how you played early... You did a really good job!" her fingers close on your wrist, a gesture too intimate to give to someone you've barley talked to up until now. "You should get a reward." her breath tickles your ear as she whispers to you so no one of the other cheerleaders will hear, but so all of them watch your exchange.
"Say... there's a party friday. Want to keep me company?"; it's hard to ignore her requests while she runs her nails on your arm.
When friday comes, you're beyond nervous. The last hours have been spent discarding and choosing all the different types of clothes. Minutes pass by then, half an hour after the party started, you spot Lottie walking in with her friends. As soon as she spots you Lottie eagerly walks up to you, earning her friend's snickers -mainly Natalie's-.
"You came!" she says while trapping you in a bear-hug. Today she wears a pink fuzzy cardigan and a same coloured skirt. Her hair falls freely to her sides, her lips curl in a grin when she looks at you. "Follow me" she pours a good amout of alchool in your cup then leads you to a couch at the far end of the room, away from prying eyes.
When you sit down, she's starts to ask you every kind fo question, almost as if she wants to study you and when the alchool starts to flow in her system, her hands start to roam on your skin.
Her words slur inside her mouth "That last shoot you did in the game... It looked hard to do. You must be pretty strong huh...?" while she palms at you arm. Lottie's attention starts to slip as she listen to you explaining that -"No, that isn't called a 'last shot' but a 'buzz beater' and I made a 'Slam Dunk', it's pretty hard if you don't know how to make it right 'cause then you could break your hips when you fall down and-"- you feel Lottie's lips on yours.
For a second you can't move your lips back, too shocked by it all, when Lottie's hand cups the back of your neck and deepens the kiss, prompting you to move back. All around you the world swirls in touches, lips against lips, the taste of alchool and heat.
It's almost pathetic the way you cling onto her when she starts to pull away, but you're rewarded with view that many would fight for: Lottie's lips reddened, her cheeks have a deep shade of red, her eyes unfocused and hair messy. "Do you... want to take this somewhere else?
#yellowjackets x reader#yellowjackets x you#lottie matthews x reader#lottie matthews x you#yellowjackets fic#lottie matthews#yj fic
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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, desagration 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 he 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"
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💼 ★ –— 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.
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fallingforyou (2)
// lottie matthew’s does not like you. you’re annoying, preppy, and way too nice. lottie doesn’t fail to show you time after time just how much she hates you. you finally get the message and steer clear of her, until senior year, when you both get paired up for a science project. //
warnings: asshole!lottie, sweet!reader, enemies to lovers, allusions to lottie’s shitty home life, lottie doesn’t know how to deal with her emotions. i picked random names for y/n’s siblings lol.
(this is part 2 of the series, read part 1 here.)
i read between the lines (i’ll take it one day at a time)
when you tell lottie ‘whenever’, you didn’t actually think she’d show up unannounced on wednesday evening. she’s wearing her soccer practice clothes, and her hair is tied in the usual pigtails it always is in whenever she practices. “y-you’re here.” you stutter a bit stupidly; you’re wearing an oversized sweatshirt and biker shorts that are so short lottie assumes you aren’t wearing any pants. your glasses are off, and your hair is let down in unruly curls. she’s never seen you so… unguarded. she isn’t used to it. usually you’re wearing some girly outfit and those glasses that are almost as dorky as misty quigley’s.
“you told me to come whenever. it’s whenever.” lottie blurts out, as she attempts to walk past you but she stops herself. “sorry.” she mutters as she leans down to untie her cleats. you shake your head quickly, stopping her, “oh it’s okay! you don’t have to do that, my mom doesn’t care about shoes.” you assure her and lottie slowly stands up straight, stopping herself from taking her cleats off. her parents would reprimand her time and time again for wearing shoes in the house. she always thought the rule was stupid, considering her parents didn’t even clean their house. the maids did it for them.
right away lottie notices your house is very loud. there are two younger boys watching tv in the living room, screaming as they talked to each other. “those are my brothers. ignore them. i do.” you dismissively explain as you begin to lead lottie towards the hallway. you stop halfway, turning to gaze at her, “did you want anything to drink? i have soda, water, apple juice…” you trail off, and lottie’s cheeks tint. she’s thirsty; she just finished practicing after all. she nods, “apple juice.” she answers. you nod as you rush to the kitchen, leaving her standing alone.
“y/n!!” a loud, angry, feminine voice from the end of the hall causes lottie to look over in the direction it’s coming from. she sees an older girl standing by an open bedroom, waiting for you to respond. “y/n!!” she shouts again, “she’s in the kitchen.” lottie answers bluntly, in order to avoid from hearing the college student shriek again. “i was getting juice! do you have to yell so loudly?” you ask cattily, in a tone lottie has never heard from you. lottie immediately remembers what you said the other day, about your older sister being a bitch.
your older sister marches up to you, fury in her eyes and for a second lottie is afraid the older girl might punch you in the face. “i need you to tell me if this outfit makes me look fat.” she says sternly and lottie watches the interaction in shock, as you shake your head. “no, i think it’s cute— hey is that my top!?” you shriek, and the older girl lets out a tinkling laugh as she rushes away and retreats back into one of the bedrooms. “elise!! i haven’t even worn that yet!“ you whine, but the only response you get is more obnoxious laughter.
you sigh, handing lottie a glass of cold apple juice. “i told you she’s a bitch.” you point out as you begin to lead lottie down the hallway. the room all the way at the end is yours, and as soon as lottie walks in she sees all the books on your shelves above your bed. she then notices how pink your bedsheets are, and how much color there is around the room. it’s not too much color, but it’s clear you’re unintentionally a very colorful person. there are polaroid pictures of you and your siblings around the room; some on your desk, some pinned on the wall. you even have a few of you and nat.
lottie sees the baby pictures and the ones of you and your older sister as babies in a bath tub together. another little girl who looks just like you seems to appear in the pictures after elise is already three, and you’re one. then after that, the little girl is by your side in every picture; practically glued to your side. you always look so happy in each snapped moment, even in the ones you aren’t smiling in, your eyes show you’re happy and safe. another thing lottie realizes she envies about you. your house is twice as small as hers, with twice as many people… it’s loud and the living room is messy…
… yet lottie likes your house more than hers, and she’s only been here for ten minutes. maybe that’s why natalie’s always over here; always talking about hanging out at your place after parties. you never went to any parties… lottie’s only seen you at one and after that you didn’t come to any more. you’ve never shown up at any of hers that’s for sure. “that’s my little sister.” you interrupt her thoughts, as you notice her eyeing the pictures. “you two look… close.” she observes, and you giggle as you take a seat on your bed, reaching for your backpack on the floor. “yeah, don’t tell elise but sabrina was technically my first friend ever. i tell her everything.” you admit and lottie nods.
“i’ve seen her around school. i didn’t even know she was your sister.” she confesses, causing you to shrug. “she’s working on being the most ‘popular’ girl in school. she’s been a little busy.” you half joke and lottie nods, “she’s on the jv cheer team, right?” she asks curiously as you flip open your chemistry notebook. “yup. she’s been following becky martin around like a puppy since the year started.” you answer curtly and lottie snorts at the obvious change in your tone. “what? jealous your little sister is becoming more popular than you?” she questions with a taunting sneer, and you frown.
“no, i don’t care about that. sabrina is pretty, of course she’s gonna be more popular. i just don’t think she needs to be like becky martin to do it.” you explain, and lottie is a bit surprised by the truthfulness of your response, and before she can reply, you’re beating her to it. “so i was thinking you could do all the physical presenting, and i can just recite everything and write it all. of course you’re gonna help by giving me your ideas and what you think…” you trail off, before looking at her. “is that okay with you?” you inquire, and she nods. “yeah, that’s fine. whatever.” she sounds like she doesn’t care and this makes you shake your head, holding yourself back from saying something snarky.
lottie isn’t the only one who gets snappy when she’s annoyed, you’re just better at biting your tongue than she is.
over the next few days, lottie shows up at your house after practice ends, and she stays until after the sun sets. she doesn’t mean to stay for that long. the first day she came over, she genuinely just lost track of time. for some reason being around you isn’t as torturous as she thought it would be. in fact, being around you, especially in a cozy home that seems full of lightheartedness and noise… is shockingly nice. particularly because she knows what’s waiting for her at home. absolutely nothing.
right away the other yellowjackets notice a change in lottie’s behavior. she isn’t snappy or angry anymore; sure she still talks shit whenever someone tries her, but that’s how lottie’s always been. natalie is the first who notices lottie isn’t scowling or grumpy anymore. mari is especially thankful for it during soccer practice. “so, y/n told me you’ve actually been a decent human being to her.” natalie starts, as she walks out of the locker room with lottie. it’s monday, and practice had just ended a little later than expected.
“if that’s what she wants to call it, then yeah, sure.” lottie mutters, as she makes her way to the parking lot. “hey, before you go, y/n told me to tell you not to show up to her house today. something came up.” natalie causes lottie to stop in her tracks, not even caring that her driver was waiting for her in the car. “what do you mean? she didn’t tell me anything.” lottie says and natalie chuckles, “said she couldn’t find you after lunch.” the blonde’s response is simple yet it doesn’t seem to satisfy lottie. “what came up? she literally said she was free every day after school.” lottie sounds annoyed now.
natalie looks a bit puzzled for a second, before a wave of realization hits her. “wait… are you actually upset you can’t go to y/n’s today? i figured you’d be thrilled.” natalie says in this unrecognizable way that makes lottie glare. “i’m not upset about anything! excuse me if i just want to get this project over with.” lottie hisses defensively, and natalie only smirks in response. “uh, okay matthews; whatever you say. just don’t show up at her house today, okay?” she asks warningly, making lottie roll her eyes. “i heard you the first time.” the raven haired girl snaps.
and just like that, lottie’s bad mood returns. who would’ve guessed that charlotte isobel matthews would actually enjoy being in your cramped house, and inside of your girly bedroom.
lottie knows you didn’t cancel yesterday on purpose. she knows you’ve been smiling more at her in the hallways, and she knows she’s definitely been nicer to you over the last few days than she ever has in her high school career. maybe it’s because instead of being stuck in her big empty house after school, she’s spending her days cramped up in your room, or noisy living room… the smell of whatever your mother had made for lunch still lingering in the air. lottie enjoyed it. perhaps that’s why the next day at school she takes her bad mood out on you. she bumps shoulders with you when you try to talk to her in the hall, walking past you as if she didn’t even hear you.
she didn’t even look back to see the frown on your face. you couldn’t help but feel confused and a bit sad; you figured you both were over this silly, pointless feud. this stupid, meaningless battle. but it was like lottie had other ideas. right when you thought you two were on the same page, she proved to you that you weren’t even reading the same book. you try not to think about lottie the entire day, but it’s hard. you notice her at lunch; she doesn’t even look at you. that isn’t abnormal, but she has this everlasting scowl on her face. when fifth period finally rolls around, you can’t help but feel a bundle of nerves budding inside the pit of your stomach. seeing lottie matthews always has this affect on you.
lottie’s already in class when you walk in, and this time, her head tilts to the side, and her dark eyes lock with yours. your breath gets lodged in your windpipe, and your step falters on your way to your seat. you try your absolute hardest not to look at lottie, or her insufferably pretty face. you take your note book and chemistry book out, along with a pencil, before averting your gaze forward. (even though the class hasn’t even started yet.)
the bell rings, and the rest of the students shuffle in, taking a seat before your teacher starts blabbering on and on. it’s usually easy to keep yourself busy during class; easy to focus… but for some reason, sharing a class with lottie matthews seems to be a curse. you can never seem to concentrate fully. when someone taps on your back, you turn around and jenny myers hands you a folded note. you furrow your eyebrows, as she gestures to lottie who’s not even bothering to look at you. you take the note and face forward again.
“you skipping out on me again today?”
you turn your head to glare at the raven haired jock after reading the note. she only smirks at your clearly agitated expression, feeling a wave of satisfaction at being the one to frustrate you. you quickly look down at the note, and scribble something back.
“i was at my grandmas house yesterday. sorry, jerk.”
you pass the note back to lottie, and you avert your attention onto ms. weinstein again who is now talking about another subject. you mentally curse lottie matthews for being so fucking distracting.
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SMILEY!LOTTIE HC'S • 🍓
warnings: none!! just lott being a cutie !:3
notes: she's so cutie coded <(￣︶￣)> this is also modern lott !
smiley!lott who almost always has a grin on her face!!! she's such a giddy girl :3
smiley!lott who has the sweetest giggle EVER . she'll laugh at the stupidest things ever !!
smiley!lott who always finds memes on Pinterest to laugh at, it'll be like 4 am, your both in bed and you'll turn over and she's just giggling at the stupidest Justin Bieber meme EVER
smiley!lott who has the cutest smile !! she's always smiling at you from the field:3
smiley!lott who carefully doodles on your arm !!
you're paying attention in math class, completely focused on what the prof is saying . suddenly you feel a cold pen tip against your arm, you look over and see lottie entirely focused on drawing a bee on your skin😭
smiley!lott who while telling jokes laughs between words, she cannot stop laughing!!!!! she'll try to tell you a dad joke and end up laughing through the words
smiley!lott who's also very clumsy, she always giggles when she stubbles during practice ^_^
smiley!lott who adoressss seeing you smile !! she loves to see other people as happy as her but she especially loves seeing you like that !
smiley!lott who loves sanrio!!!!!!!!! her favorite is cinnamon roll ! she thinks he's soooo cutesy, she has stuffed animals and posterssss EVERYTHINGGGG
smiley!lott who wears bows in her hair for youuuu, she lets you do her makeup allllll the time !! you'll straddle her lap and while putting on eyeliner she can never keep a straight face ! she's always smiling and giggling when you put it on:(<3
smiley!lott who is da cutest gf ever(*´ω｀*)
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real
#i love her#lottie matthews x reader#lottie yellowjackets#lottie matthews x you#lottie matthews#yellowjackets#yellowjackets x reader
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SHE’S MY BABY — Spider-Man!Lottie Matthews
spider-boy, king of thieves…
warnings— no use of y/n, fem implied reader (referred to as “unsuspecting girl”), lottie is vaguely hurt
[part 2]
The Yellowjackets had been spreading their theories about Spider-Man since he was first spotted in New York, just across the river.
It was surprisingly Misty who came up with the theory that he was actually from Jersey City, after how many times he’d been spotted on the ferry that takes you across the Hudson from Midtown. Nat had disagreed, stating that he was probably in Jersey City so often because of the amount of freaks patrolling the streets.
Most of your teammates think it’s stupid—with Jackie saying it’s just some asshole trying to get on Subway Creatures, and Tai saying the guy in the suit just wants to piss off J. Jonah Jameson. Laura Lee thinks he’s devilish. Nat indulges in the fantasies after having witnessed one of Spider-Man’s fights firsthand (and also because she likes to piss off Jackie.)
The girls are all over at your apartment tonight for the regularly scheduled movie night. Everyone takes turns— last time it was Tai, and now it was you.
You’re in the bathroom washing your hands when there’s a THUD! from the fire escape outside the bathroom window.
You frown, wondering if you should check. Is it your neighbors, smoking a blunt? Or is there maybe a cat that needs help?
You yank up the blinds to check, deciding it’s better to know than risk it distracting you the rest of the night.
It’s not your neighbors, and it’s definitely not a stray cat.
It’s Spider-Man.
You can’t do much but freeze and mumble, “You’re shitting me.”
He stares back at you with comically wide, unblinking eyes. He points at the windowsill and mimes pushing it up before silently pleading with his hands.
You sigh. Of course this would happen. All you can do as you unlock the window is pray that it’s actually Spider-Man, and not some douche in a costume looking to take advantage of an unsuspecting girl.
You push the window up and he tumbles to the ground of the bathroom, somehow remaining inhumanly quiet.
In the process, though, he aggressively knocks a (glass) bottle of perfume off of the counter.
“Shit!” you hiss.
“Are you okay?” someone calls. Maybe Nat? It definitely could’ve been Van.
“Yeah!” you call before turning back to the masked vigilante. “You have 30 seconds to explain yourself.”
Spider-Man holds up a finger, chest heaving, before reaching up under his mask and yanking it off.
It’s not a man at all. It’s Lottie, your best friend who was conveniently missing from tonight’s get-together.
Your jaw drops. “What the f—?”
You don’t get the chance to finish your exclamation as she bolts up to clamp a hand over your mouth. “Shh!”
You frown back at her, trying to convey your emotion with your eyes.
“I’ll explain, I promise,” she assures you. “But I’m hurt. I just got my ass kicked. I need you to help me, but you can’t tell the others.”
You don’t respond. Her hand is still over your mouth.
“Promise me!” she hisses, begging.
You nod frantically, and she slowly removes her hand. “I can’t believe you’re a girl. I was betting major money with Nat that Spider-Man was Jeff Sadecki.”
She narrows her eyes at you. “Jesus Christ. Are you going to help me or not?”
“I can’t do that if you don’t tell me where you’re hurt!”
She swallows, unable to meet your eyes. “Under my suit.”
You sigh at her. “Can you stand?”
“I think so.” She manages to stumble to her feet, and you help her unzip the suit, both of you flushed bright red.
“Don’t tell me you’re embarrassed, Lot,” you tease as she collapses onto the closed toilet. “We’ve changed in front of each other a billion times.”
“These aren’t ideal circumstances,” she groans.
Her wound isn’t too bad, but it probably hurts like a bitch. Sliced across her leg, the cut slowly oozes blood. Her knuckles are scraped up, too. There’s already green-yellow bruises forming around both wounds.
“It’s not awful,” you assure her. “They just need to be cleaned and get bandaged.”
You dig out isopropyl alcohol and a rag before a apologizing for the pain you’re about to cause her.
She whimpers as you clean the gash on her leg and wrap gauze around it, and you have to pray that she doesn’t see the way your face burns.
Someone rattles the door handle. “Are you still in there?”
Laura Lee. With a start, you realize you didn’t lock the door.
You and Lottie lock wide eyes with each other before you’re yanking her up and shoving her into the shower. She shoots a web to seal the curtain to the wall, tucking herself behind it.
The door swings open, and Laura Lee peers around from behind it. “Hey, we were thinking about ordering pizza—is that your blood?”
You look down at your hands, but it’s not yours. It’s Lottie’s, from where you had wiped it from her leg. You need to think of a lie, and quick.
“Oh,” you shrug in a hopefully nonchalant manner. “My nose started bleeding, and I put my hand over it while I got the rag.”
Laura Lee, of course, steps in to investigate. “Did it stop? We should say a prayer.”
You gently swat her prodding hands away. “Yeah, I’m fine. It stopped. I just didn’t get the chance to wash my hands.”
“Really,” Laura Lee insists. “We should say a prayer. This could be a sign of something.”
“Yeah,” you mumble, “of a ruptured blood vessel.”
You indulge in Laura Lee’s plead anyway, and pray that Lottie can resist her urges to laugh during Laura Lee’s prayer like she always does.
Lottie knows she doesn’t have much time.
She carefully slides the suit back on before slipping out of the very window she’d come through. From there, she makes a Pink Panther-esque getaway a few feet away from that window to the one that leads to your bedroom.
She carefully slides the bedroom window shut before flinging open a dresser drawer in hopes for some clean clothes. She digs out a Kean University pullover and plaid pajama pants. It’ll have to do.
She stashes the suit in the spot that she’d swiped the clothes from, and just as she shuts the drawer, she freezes. Someone’s coming.
There’s nowhere to hide. Your bed sits atop a wooden bed frame, meaning she won’t—can’t—fit underneath. Your closet isn’t big enough either. That only leaves…
When Nat swings the door open, she completely expects to find someone in a striped shirt with a sack of money over their shoulder. Something is being very noisy in your room, and she’s intrigued to know what could possibly be causing such a ruckus.
Instead, she finds… nothing.
She checks under your bed, even though nobody besides a small child could fit between the planks of your bed frame. She checks your closet. Hell, she checks the fire escape.
Nothing.
“Hm,” she decides, but there’s something… not right. There’s an itch under her skin that won’t go away.
When Nat leaves, Lottie can’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.
She carefully lets herself down from the ceiling with a breath of, “Holy shit,” and a hand pressed to her chest.
There’s still work left to be done, though.
Quietly this time, she swings back out onto the fire escape.
There’s a knock on your front door, and you frown. Everybody’s here, and Misty didn’t say that they had already ordered the pizza, just that they were thinking about it.
You quickly rinse your hands of Lottie’s red blood before following Misty to the door.
Low and behold, the new guest is Lottie fucking Matthews.
You feign surprise at the sight of her. “Hey, I thought you weren’t coming!”
She walks over to you, arms open wide, limping ever so slightly as she engulfs you in a hug. “It’s a long story.”
Through a faux grin, you growl, “Tomorrow, we’re going to get coffee, and you’re going to explain everything.”
“Deal.”
KITTY MEOWS! I kept seeing Spider!Lottie edits on TikTok and there was an itch in my bones that could only be satisfied by writing this…
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Always Yours chapter one
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Pairing: Lottie Matthews x fem!oc
Summary: it was the beginning of the end.
Warnings: (18+) MDNI cursing, sexual themes.
1996
RAYS OF SUNLIGHT peaked through the blinds and reflected on warm skin. soft moans were drowned out by the morning playlist the teen girl would always listen to, resulting in her parents not finding the sound suspicious. her chest was bare and there was a tall body on top of her. the taller girls hips were moving at fast pace, the action causing a smacking noise to echo throughout the room. fingers nails were digging into the raven girls back leaving marks that would end with her being sore for the rest of the day. brunette strands of hair were sprawled against the pillow below the younger girl, her eyes closed. the taller girls lips were on her girlfriends right nipple, sucking roughly as the girl under her dug deeper into her skin as a reaction. there were small bruises littered around the brunettes chest, almost all small enough so they could be covered with makeup.
when Nicole reached her peak, she gripped at the back of her girlfriends hair tightly for support which made Lottie lean up to press her lips against Nicoles to prevent her from making too much noise. as soon as Lottie knew her girlfriend had finished she buried her face into the crook of the brunettes neck as her hips stilled and she gripped at Nicole's hips tightly. a moan left the taller girls lips and her lips jerked involuntarily into Nicole. heavy breathing littered the room shortly after, both of their chests falling and rising unsteadily. a lazy smile spread across the brunettes with her eyes still closed as she felt the aftershocks of such a powerful orgasm. a second later Lottie pulled away from her neck with a gentle smile and a loving look in her eyes that would always make Nicole melt.
Nicole cupped her girlfriends face softly and pulled her down so their lips could meet in a kiss. it was a sweet kiss, much like they always are post orgasm. rough hands became soft and the mouth that had just spouted degrading words kissed the brunette so sweetly that it did nothing but intensify her already hazed mind. Lottie was the first to pull away. "you're always so horny in the mornings" she mumbled softly against her lips. Nicole rolled her eyes at her words and shoved her off her body which elicited a small hiss from her as Lottie pulled out of her so abruptly. she reached for her bra that was thrown on the bed beside her and began to put it on.
"you're the one who woke up with a boner, not me" Nicole said and put on her panties under the blanket knowing if she didn't, it would just turn into round two which they didn't have time for.
Lottie blushed softly at her words but tried to hide as she chuckled and watched as the shorter girl got out of bed and grabbed a fresh pair of clothes so she could shower. "i didn't have a boner" she lied whilst leaning back on her elbows.
Nicole rolled her eyes, "right. sorry. it was your third leg" she said sarcastically and rolled her eyes at the older girl. Lottie simply shook her head. Nicole didn't close the bathroom door which was always an invitation for Lottie to shower with her or at least start getting ready for school.
"it's not my fault you like to sleep practically naked" Lottie said once she was in the bathroom. by now Nicole was in the shower, a black curtain separating them. the raven teen leaned against the counter as she waited for her turn. typically she'd just hop in but they had been late so many times and Coach Scott was threatening to bench her for the rest of the season. given, it was only one game but it was the biggest game of the season; nationals. usually Nicole would ask her uncle to go easy on her girlfriend but it would never work, he didn't want to give anyone special treatment.
even though there was a curtain separating them, Lottie could practically feel Nicole roll her eyes at her words. "i didn't know you were even coming over." she huffed. Lottie chuckled at her girlfriend.
"hurry, or we're gonna be late" she said instead of continuing their little 'argument'. truthfully it would've ended up with morning sex no matter what. they were both in the mood in the morning regardless of what the other person was doing or wearing.
Lottie would almost always sneak into her room after Nicoles parents were asleep since she wasn't allowed over. Nicole's parents had never been accepting of their relationship and they made sure to remind their daughter of that everyday. regardless of how much their words would hurt their daughters feeling.
it didn't take long for Nicole to be out of the shower and dressed in her school clothes. she had on light loose jeans and a white shirt that revealed some of her stomach. her makeup was light and her hair tumbled down just below her shoulders. she was finishing up the last touches of her eyeliner whilst Lottie had her arms wrapped around her waist from behind. the older girl had taken a quick shower and finished her makeup all whilst Nicole was choosing what to wear and straightening her hair. it was silent but not uncommon for them. Lottie always liked to watch Nicole do her makeup and Nicole loved having her cling to her.
"are you you gonna cheer at the pep rally?" Lottie asked as Nicole put her eyeliner away and into her makeup drawer. the brunette looked up and at her girlfriend through the mirror.
"of course i am," she began to say and turned her body around so she was facing her girlfriend. she put her arms on Lotties shoulders loosely whilst Lottie placed her hands on the girls waist. "want me to cheer you on?" she asked and leaned closer toward the older girl.
Lottie smiled, "0f course i do." she replied happily. "i always love when you cheer me on. it's like you're my personal cheerleader"
"when you really think about it, i kind of am" Nicole replied with a wink before she pulled away from her girlfriend completely and walked past her so she could exit the bathroom. Lottie smiled to herself with a slight shake of her head at Nicole's actions. Nicole loved to tease her, a little too much.
the brunette slipped her shoes on quickly and turned to look at her girlfriend that was leaning against the doorframe of the bathroom. "hurry up, or we're gonna be late." Nicole said with a slight tone as she mimicked Lotties words from earlier. the raven haired girl chuckled softly as she watched Nicole spray on perfume and leave the room completely making Lottie grab the brunettes backpack and follow her out.
2021
rays of sunlight reflected on the wooden floor and marble countertop. the kitchen smelled like pancakes and bacon, the food sitting in the middle of the dinner table as the two kids ate what they still had on their perspective plates. the only noise that filled the room was the twins talking about the field trip they had at school that day. their mom was listening intently, not wanting to miss a single thing about her kids lives.
the doorbell ringing caused the twins to immediately drop their forks and run in the direction of the front door in an instant. Nicole let out a sigh. she stood from her chair but made no effort to greet who was at the door because she already knew they would come in anyway. it's still technically her house. instead, Nicole grabbed her and the twins plates and walked to her kitchen so she could put them in the dishwasher.
just as expected she saw the two twelve year olds come into the kitchen with happy smiles as their mom followed in pursuit. she seemed to be listening to the kids rant about their trip with a matching smile on her face. there was no doubt in anyone's mind that her happiness was genuine. maybe that was the hardest part.
"mami" Reign said making the brunette hum in acknowledgment. she tried to keep her eyes anywhere but on her ex. "mom said we can go to the cabins this weekend. can we?" he asked with a pleasing smile, his sister held a matching expression just beside him. as much as Nicole wanted to be upset at Olivia for making plans without her permission, she couldn't deny that seeing her kids this hopeful and happy filled that annoyance pretty quickly. Nicole glanced at her ex with a small glare but Olivia simply shrugged whilst looking at her with an innocent smile. she was all but.
Nicole sighed, "of course you can" she confirmed making both twins smile in triumph, "but," she quickly said causing them both to turn to her. "your phones need to stay on you at all times in case i call and i don't want you guys going anywhere without your mom" she warned. both kids nodded repeatedly, they each went to hug their mom before running up the stairs to no doubt pack their bags.
the brunette shook her head at her ex causing Olivia to chuckle. "what?"
"you know i hate it when you make plans without consulting me first," she said very obviously annoyed. she hid it from her kids but she didn't care to do so when her ex was the sole reason for feeling so annoyed at the moment.
"can you blame me?" the red head said as she walked around the counter until she was pressed against her exes back. Nicole stopped moving when she felt a body behind her, Olivia's expensive perfume invading her space and the woman's breath tickling her neck. "i knew you wouldn't approve and i bought that house for them to enjoy it. away from the city. just us. all of us" she said her voice dropping into a slight whisper at the last part. her hands were placed on the brunettes waist causing her to practically stop breathing. Nicole's eyes fell closed at the feeling of someone being so close to her again after four months. it was nice. even if she knew this would wind up breaking their relationship more than it already was.
her breaking point was when she felt the woman behind her begin to press kisses on her neck. she had to stop it before it went any further. "Olivia" she warned breathily. immediately the kisses stopped, a scoff escaping the older woman's lips as she pulled away from Nicole completely.
"right." she said dryly. Nicole turned around so she was facing Olivia.
"you know how this ends." she said lowly. she didn't want her kids to hear and frankly this whole situation did nothing but break her more and more each day.
"you mean with you kicking me out of what was once our bed the next morning? yeah, i'm well aware" she said sarcastically. Nicole didn't want this. she never did and yet she did nothing to stop it.
"Olivia," she sighed desperately. desperate to stop this conversation and desperate to convey everything she was feeling with just one word.
the red head shook her head. "there's a reporter out front by the way" she said causing Nicoles chest to tighten, her heart began to accelerate and a fear flashed in her eyes that Olivia had grown used to after over a decade of being with her. "don't worry. i kicked her out before she could do anything" she said causing the brunette to let out a breath of relief.
"thank you." she muttered genuinely.
"it's the human thing to do" she shrugged as if it were no big deal. her eyes didn't meet Nicoles anymore and there was a suffocating tension between them that didn't go unnoticed by the approaching twins. they just didn't acknowledge it. not anymore at least. after almost a year of seeing their moms fighting and now broken up they had learned to simply not ask. they never would get a real response anyway. "you ready?" Olivia asked them with a smile. the twins nodded, each of them carrying a duffel bag along with their school bag. one on each shoulder. "say bye to mami. i'll be in the car" she said. before she left the room completely she kissed her ex goodbye on the cheek. it wasn't always forceful, sometimes they had good days but whether their encounters were good or bad they made sure to always be nice to one another. even if it was just an act. just so their kids knew that there was no bad blood between them.
when Olivia left the room completely Nicole turned to her kids. "you guys got everything?" she asked with her usual warm smile that always seemed to reassure her kids. they both nodded whilst moving their bag a bit to indicate it was all in there. "good," Nicole nodded. "text me when you get there and please use bug spray. you know how bad the itching gets when you come back home" she said earning nods from both of them. her once small smile grew even wider as she opened her arms for both of them to walk into. they did so happily. "i love you guys so much" she whispered and kisses the crown of each of their heads.
"love you too" they both said in sync causing the mom to chuckle amused. with one final goodbye the twins ran out of the kitchen and toward the front door together leaving Nicole alone in the empty home.
Olivia and Nicole had moved around a lot since they got married. they had gone from a bachelor pad while they were dating to a two bedroom home when they got married. when Olivia first got pregnant they weren't expecting twins so they figured they'd live in that home at least until Nicole finished her residency but when they realized they'd be having twins they began to look for a larger home. two bedrooms turned into three which they enjoyed living in for a good five years. Olivia was the only one bringing in the money and although it was a good amount, Nicole always wanted them to invest in it together. five years later they moved into their current home. it was three stories, six bedrooms in total that they most definitely did not need but the moms always wanted to give their kids a good life.
five years show when she first moved in she was happy with her wife and it seemed ideal to live in that house. now? not so much. she already felt alone without her kids or even the woman she loved for so many years and living in such a huge home only intensified that feeling. she had never lived alone, not even while she was just starting college since she had a roommate but now she did. she lived alone. every other week she'd have to spend the full seven days alone with nothing but her thoughts and memories of the horrible trauma she had experienced twenty five years ago. trauma she would give anything to forget.
1996
music could be heard throughout the girls locker room along with all the girls on the team singing along to the lyrics playing through the speakers. it was just before the pep rally and all the girls were getting ready to show off to the school that they were going to nationals. most of the girls on the cheer team were already outside as they practiced the routines. Nicole was captain of the cheer team so she could do whatever she wanted which always meant staying in the locker room to spend time with her girlfriend and friends. Nicole was fixing her hair in the mirror whilst Jackie was doing Allie's makeup.
"Allie?" the blonde called out making Nicole glance beside her for a second before continuing to tie her hair up. "you all right? it's just a pep rally." Jackie assured the freshman. "honestly, i think the whole point is to give freshman something to jerk off to later." she said earning a chuckle from the brunette beside her.
"you're not wrong" she muttered her agreement. once she was done with her hair she began to fix her makeup next. all she was doing was stalling at that point but it didn't truly matter. the only reason she was still on the cheer team was for Lottie. although she enjoyed it a fair amount, her girlfriend loved it. she loved seeing Nicole in her uniform or the fact that she'd sometimes bring the team to cheer the yellowjackets on. Lottie especially loved that her girlfriend was one of the most popular girls in school and yet she was dating her.
the conversation was cut short when a familiar voice approached them. "Jackie." Lottie said and entered the room. "Coach wants to see you in his office." she said earning a nod from Jackie. Nicole turned to look at her girlfriend and sent her a smile that was recuperated by Lottie immediately.
Allie turned to the blonde before she could leave "im not nervous." she said quickly. Jackie shot her one last smile and then left the room. Van took her place instead, Nicole wasn't sure when she entered the room but she figured she was too distracted by Lottie to notice. when Van resumed Allies makeup, the girl decided to add onto her frustrations. "im the only freshman who got asked, you know." she said her voice breaking a little.
"i know" Van muttered sympathetically.
"it's so unfair," Allie said. "my dress was gonna be amazing" she continued which made Nicole roll her eye. she wasn't a big fan of some of the girls on the team and Allie was one of them. she was just so.. annoying.
the brunette was done fixing herself up by then and simply leaned against the sink as she watched Van and Allie converse.
"well, hey, at least you can wear it next year." Van persisted, still trying to make Allie feel better about her situation. Nicole fought back the urge to roll her eyes again. she probably wasn't the best at the whole 'team work' thing. even with the squad, she didn't take criticism lightly and even though most of the time she made others do the work for her, she'd never let any of them take her place.
Allie shook her head, "you don't get it, Van, cause nobody asked you."
Nicole looked at her girlfriend with wide eyes, her mouth slightly agape at what she had just heard. what a bitch. Lottie seemed to have the same reaction as Nicole. Van didn't seem as amused though, she looked a little more pissed and Nicole couldn't blame her. if she were in her place she probably would've already made up a rumor to spread around the school. "okay. you're done." the goalie said unamused.
Allie didn't seem to have read the situation as she shot Van a smile, glanced at her makeup really quickly before leaving the bathroom completely. as soon as she was gone it was as if they could all breathe again. "jesus christ" Lottie said making Nicole laugh along with Van.
Nicole moved away from the sink once her girlfriend pushed herself off the door and approached it. she wanted to give her and Taissa - who had just walked in, enough room for them to touch up. "does someone want to tell Kelly Kapowski to maybe worry less about prom and more about not fucking up nationals?" Lottie asked as she fixed up her hair a bit.
"oh, come on." Van muttered, somehow still giving the newbie the benefit of the doubt. Nicole didn't get it but then again she wasn't as nice as Van.
"if she plays like she did at states..." Lottie trailed off and Taissa cut her off with a chuckle.
"yeah, don't worry." she shook her head with a smile. her posture straightened up and she crossed her arms against her chest as she looked at her teammates through the mirror. "that's not gonna happen."
Nicole raised a brow, "i like this side of you" she said toward Taissa as she began to exit the bathroom. Tai turned toward her with a smile and a slight shrug before leaving altogether. seconds later Lottie pulled away from the sink and turned to her girlfriend instead.
"hi beautiful," she said with her usual smile. Nicole greeted her with a smile of her own and leaned up so she could place a quick peck on the taller girls lips. Lotties first instinct was to steady the young girl by her hips.
Nicole pulled away slightly, but not completely, leaving only a small amount of space between their lips. "ready to be cheered on?" the brunette asked lowly, her eyes subconsciously glancing down at the girls lips. it had become a habit by then.
"by you? always." Lottie confirmed.
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LOTTIE MATTHEWS – NSFW ALPHABET
Summary: Lottie Matthews' NSFW alphabet.
Pairing: Adult!Lottie Matthews x Fem!Reader
Warnings:: NSFW. Mentions of kinks. Smut(ish) No mentions of the crash. Implied fem reader (she/her pronouns used). G!P reader. MDNI.
Author's note: Just a little something to get my writing going, let me know what you think!
MASTERLIST!
AFTERCARE.
Lottie is extremely affectionate after sex. She likes when you hold her tight and caress her hair, it makes her feel like a silly teenager again. She'll definitely take care of you if you're feeling tired as well, always making sure you're okay before going to sleep.
BODYPART.
She loves your abs. Right after your face, your abs are definitely a body part that she loves to kiss and touch all the time. And your hands, too. In her own words, they make wonders.
CUM.
Lottie absolutely loves when you cum inside her. She is the happiest when you fill her up with your juices, it makes her feel so dirty and naughty, which is a side of her that she never shows due to the fact she's running a wellness center, and she needs to be on her best behavior 24/7. Also, she's grown to love the feeling of getting cum on her face and mouth. And she makes sure to swallow every last drop.
DIRTY SECRET.
You're the first person that she has ever told this, but the thought of you fucking her in one of the center's common areas, with the imminent risk of getting caught by one of the fellow members and staff, really gets her going. She knows that the risk is far too big, but as of this moment she's content in having that thought only in her mind.
And also threesomes because she would love seeing you fuck another girl to show her how much you're learning.
EXPERIENCE.
She had a couple of sexual encounters here and there, but you're definitely the first person that she's exploring all of her fantasies with. She trusts you enough to let you in, physically and emotionally speaking.
FAVORITE POSITION.
Lottie has a whole list of positions she enjoys. Most of the times, she prefers to be in charge, even if she's the one receiving. In those situations, she enjoys riding you. But she recently started to enjoy getting fucked on all fours, as well. Missionary is a must; being able to touch you and look straight into your eyes while you're pounding her really gets her going.
GOOFY.
She tries her best to mantain her posture in sex. Lottie knows that being older really arouses you, so she prefers to take advantage in that by being serious, demanding and controlling most of the times. But there are situations that the both of you just want to enjoy some carefree sex to relax your minds for a bit.
HAIR.
She never really fully shaves, but she prefers to keep it trimmed. A simple strip of thin hair is more than enough for her. And in terms of your hair, she doesn't really care if you shave completely or not.
INTIMACY.
Like mentioned earlier, Lottie is a dom. She's a bottom most of the times, but she's the most powerful bottom you'd ever seen. Most of the times she likes to boss you around, telling you what she wants you to do with her.
"Be a good girl for Mommy, baby. You know you're the only one who can make me feel good, right?" She said while holding your hardened cock by the base, while both of you were in the missionary position, your cock almost penetrating her dripping cunt. "Look at how hard you are, baby. Is that all for me, huh?" She asked, but you were too turned on to answer. "Oh, my love... You're seem so out of your head today." She said while masturbating you slowly, your pre-cum leaking through the head of your dick, and she made sure to rub her thumb right on top of your sensitive tip. "Seems like Mommy here needs to show you how she likes to be fucked, hm?"
Also, there are times where Lottie just wants to feel like a bad girl who needs to be punished. Sometimes she just wanna let loose and she what her little girl is capable off. Which is why there are times where she purposefully wants to make you jealous enough so you get to fuck her life out of her.
"Fuck, baby... I didn't knew you were getting that good." She says, out of breath, right after you came violently inside her swollen pussy. "Guess Mommy taught you well, hm?"
JACK OFF.
You worked at the wellness center with Lottie, and obviously dating the head of the compound had its perks. One of them is being able to ask Lottie to assign you any job you'd like, and that's exactly what she did when you asked her if you could take care of the compound's horses. You were so passionate about animals and being able to work with them made you the happiest ever. But, oh boy, she should've thought this through before assigning you to that, because it made you busy with the horses almost 24/7. So, let's just say that there are weeks where Lottie masturbates more than she would like to.
KINKS.
Lottie definitely prefers to be in charge, in like, 80% of the times. She doesn't really care if she's the one fucking or getting fucked, but ever since she started the compound, she realised how much she enjoyed being the one with the power on her hands. She likes to tie you up, to blindfold you, and she most certainly has a wax kink. Cockwarming is something that you guys are trying recently, as well. She obviously has a huge Mommy kink, and the thought of you being an innocent person which had to be teached about everything involving sex arouses her more than she likes to admit.
But when she's subbing, though, she has a completely different kink list. She likes to feel like a whore, hands down a complete bitch who's only purpose in life is to be your cum dump. She absolutely adores when you pull her hair, slap her face and calls her a slut; to her, it's like she's teaching you how to fuck when she's topping, and when you're topping you're showing her everything that you've learned. She loves to be your teacher.
LOCATION.
Even though Lottie wanted to have sex at some risky locations, she knows that the risk of getting caught is too big, no matter how much she wants it. However, there were a few times where you fucked her in her car, in the compound's parking lot at night. Not very risky, but it was the best you could do.
MOTIVATION.
She has a weak spot for your body, in general. If you show her the tiniest bit of your skin, it already gets her going. The times where you have to boss a few people around in the stable also turns her on. And when you call her Charlotte, of course.
NO.
It goes without saying that Lottie wouldn't do anything that you don't feel comfortable doing. She wouldn't ever cross your boundaries and she knows you would never cross hers. If we're talking about kinks, Lottie isn't really a fan of pet play and I also don't see her trying.
ORAL.
Lottie is a sucker for oral (no pun intended). One of the things she loves the most is to have your cock in her throat. To Lottie, that's not even foreplay. She likes to think that she's the best head you'd ever gotten (she's not wrong). She's the kind of woman to give you the whole job; she deepthroats you, massage your balls, swallows your cum or licks it off right off of your stomach. She loves it when you put her hair up in a ponytail and fuck her face, as she was lucky enough to have absolutely zero gag reflex.
Recieving is also a must for her. Like the great teacher she is, Lottie is the kind of woman to guide you when you're giving her head, telling you where she likes your tongue and what she likes the most.
"Fuck, baby, right there... Look at Mommy while you're sucking her, alright? Let me look at your pretty eyes." The older one said, while holding your chin slightly as if she were to guide you. "You see how you're dripping? You see how wet you make me, baby? You're so, so good..."
PACE.
Like mentioned before, Lottie prefers to be more gentle yet demanding when she's topping. She likes to take her time with you, guide you slowly. There aren't a lot of occasions where she's a rough top. However when she's subbing, she wants you to get as rough as you can get. (Which you do, considering that most of the times when you top, is because she purposefully made you jealous). So, it really depends.
QUICKIE.
Only when she's anxious or stressed. When she has an important meeting or something that triggers her anxiety, she asks you to fuck her a couple of minutes before her appointment to calm her nerves. Other than that, she's not a huge fan.
RISK.
Lottie is down to try pretty much anything with you, as long as is something both of you are down to try. There are only a few things that she's not really comfortable trying, but they're not many.
STAMINA.
Lottie works out, has a healthy diet and occupies her mind with yoga and meditation. So naturally, she is unstoppable when it comes to stamina. Usually she cums, at least, three to four times when you have sex, and she tries her best to make you cum the same amount. Considering you guys fuck almost every night, of course. There was one occasion where she managed to have eight orgasms and tried to make you have eight as well, but you only got to five.
TOYS.
She has an considerable toy collection. It's not too much but she's happy with that amount. Lottie has a couple of vibrators to herself, one or two butt plugs that she really wanted to use it on you, if you allow her, some ropes, handcuffs and blindfolds.
UNFAIR.
Lottie only teases when she wants something. If she wants you to fuck her brains out, she'll tease and make you worked up enough until you burst and fuck her like the whore she wants to be.
VOLUME.
She's a screamer. Thank god her cabin is a little distant from the other ones, it allows her to be as loud as she wants, especially when you're rough. When you're having soft sex, however, she's not very loud. And she doesn't really mind if you're loud or not.
WILD CARD.
Lottie loves when you masturbate in front of her. The first times you didn't even knew she was there; she liked to watch you by her own. That happened a lot until you caught her, of course.
"How long you've been watching me...?" You said, your face blushing from embarrassment while you tried, unsuccessfully, to hide your hardened dick with both of your hands. Lottie felt her cunt throb just by looking at you; your guilty eyes, the sweat slightly dripping from your body. "Long enough, baby. I don't wanna be rude and interrupt you, my love. Continue."
And now it's something you do regularly, the shame you used to feel is now vanished. Lottie loves to see you in your most intimate moment, and even though she has the permission to ask you to touch yourself for her, she still watches you in secret when you're alone.
X-RAY.
Like mentioned earlier, Lottie works out. Her body is slightly tanned and ripped, she has some muscles on her abs but nothing too big.
YEARNING.
She's not the kind of person who wants to fuck 24/7, until she met you. And even though she finds you crazy hot, it's something she's trying to control. It's not her fault you make her go insane by just doing nothing.
ZZZ.
Depends on the occasion, but mostly she falls asleep after sex after 20/30 minutes. She likes to take proper care of you first, and she knows you like doing that too, so sleeping right after sex is not something that happens between you two.
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Could I maybe request LottiexFem!reader headcanons where reader is wayy shorter than Lottie? Just fluff and forehead kisses and reader being the little spoon.<33
btw- I love your work!! Keep it up.:]
Height Difference Lottie Matthews Headcanons
this is so fun and silly also tysm for the complement 😭😭
I'm so envisioning Lottie like using you as an armrest
Obviously you're like "screw you" but she does it anyways
The arm on your head is her go-to pose for couples pics too
She also constantly rests your head on top of yours because come on! You're the perfect height!
Whenever you want to initiate a kiss you have to like... drag her down or ask her to lean over
She thinks it's adorable but you hate it
Lottie used to be really insecure about her height, like especially when she thought she had to date guys
She didn't want to be taller than her boyfriend!!
But then she realized she didn't want a boyfriend
Even then she was like hm do I really want to be this tall
And then she met you and you were short as hell and like couldn't reach the top shelf at the grocery store
So now she loves being tall
Speaking of the grocery store...
The girl doesn't even let you TRY to reach high up
"I could've gotten that" "with a step-stool maybe" "fuck off"
You guys do in fact have a stool at your apartment for you to use when Lottie isn't home
She bought it because you kept standing on chairs and falling from them (from personal experience this is hell. I need to buy a stool)
You boycotted said stool in the beginning but eventually were like "okay this makes my life significantly easier"
Obviously Lottie is normally the big spoon
But sometimes, like if she's sick or had a bad day, you spoon her
It's almost comical
You're like a backpack on her because of the height difference
She appreciates the effort if not the delivery
Not height related but she braids your hair. She loves messing with it too. Like yall will just be standing there and then you realize you have like 7 tiny braids in your hair
Okay back to her being so hella tall
You definitely tried to give her a piggyback ride once
Needless to say that that didn't end up working out
If we're thinking like a more modern setting Lottie absolutely used her height to her advantage when taking 0.5 pictures of you
She had a whole album dedicated to them
The insta birthday posts are absolutely horrendous
If you ever wake up and Lottie's standing somewhere in your bedroom you're like "there's my sleep paralysis demon" for a second
And then you're like "oh whoops that's my tall as hell gf"
Also forehead kisses happen so often
Lottie thinks it's a pain to bend down to your lips every time she wants to kiss you
So most of the time it's like right on your hairline or just the top of your head
The amount of lipgloss in your hair is astronomical
Cuddling with her is so nice though because she's so much taller than you and you feel so safe with her
Like not only is she probably strong as fuck but she's also tall? Goddamn
Sometimes you lay on top of her like a weighted blanket and she's so here for it
She tried to do it to you once but it didn't have the same affect
When yall do dishes you wash them/unload the dishwasher and she puts the dishes away because she can reach the shelves and you can't
Around Christmas and your birthday she hides your gifts on the top shelf of your closet
Lottie's just such a cutie I love these
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haii I can request modern lottie headcanos ?
Warnings: Jock (but also nerdy?) Lottie, Lottie is a loser-virgin, use of every single cliche in the book, for the sake of the story let's pretend they have this instant chemistry moment, fluff fic, humorous writing, not proof read, the author regrets begin born.
A/N: hey anon, remeber when I said I had an idea and wanted to make this a oneshot instead of a headcanon? Well, I completley forgot my idea and this brewed in my head last minute, so I tried to put this thing thogeter. This story isn't very good but I hope you will like it!
Lottie is one of the most popular girls in school. She is on the soccer team, she is rich and she is beautiful, men and women alike fall to their feets for her attention. She simply has to get to the top of everything, whether it is school or soccer, making the ones around her jealous of her or to be her. Lottie is tough, both in body and spirit: during practice she manages to get going for hours, even when her teammates are tired. During exams, she remembers almost everything she studied and only a few times she has failed, due to laziness and too much faith in her abilities. She has told herself to never slack off ever again and so she continues practicing after school in her backyard, no matter if it's freezing or raining or just a bad day, she pushes her body to the limit almost every day. She studies hours on hours on hours, just after her endless practice, till midnight; sometimes she consumes her dinner while studying for her next exam. Lottie has virtually no time for herself anymore, but she knows it's her fault. She knows that she does this to appease her father's wishes for her life and that she will never make him proud. She tells herself that she's ok, that she can continue doing this without repercussions.
She is on fire today, she has just passed one of the most difficult tests of the year without breaking a sweat attracting to herself the envy of various people -and Natalie's-, had successfully exposed a presentation in class -"How cults can change people psyche", by Lottie Matthews-, and now is practicing, having just scored a goal after being chased by Taissa and making her repeatedly taking her to the ground. Lottie is triumphant, sweat coating her skin and a smile gracing her lips, the same smile that made people develop crushes for her. "Ok team, I want you to try and score a goal, Lottie, Taissa and Van, you guys try to stop them, ok?" Coach Ben says.
Lottie moves to her place near Taissa, ignoring the looks the girl gives her, Van behind the, waiting for the ball. When the coach blows the whistle, the teams move: Shauna passes the ball to Mari, in a fake attempted attack from right, trying to get past Taissa, the ball is passed to Laura Lee who has already run across the field enough to not be worried about Taissa. The only obstacles left between her and the goal are Lottie and Van. The latter won't be a problem, when Laura will kick the ball from the underside angle, sending it to the far corner of the net; the real problem is Lottie. The girl is tall and strong enough to turn the situation to her favor and virtually leave Laura's and the rest of the team empty handed. And, to top it all off, she's on fire today. So, Laura Lee devises a plan: as soon as Lottie will corner her, she will fall back and kick the ball as high as she can, attempting to send it through the net. Lottie will not budge, she thinks, -"She is too smart to fall for this..."- but she will at least attempt to try.
Lottie has stayed still until now, determined to be the one to stop her teammates. Her muscles tighten, ready to strike, until her attention is on someone else, someone on the seats.
There are quite a few people here besides you and your friends. They had invited you to watch the Yellowjackets practice, more in particular to watch the Yellowjackets practice. You have sat in the nearest line to the field, wanting to crawl out of your seat whenever one of your friends made a loud remark about one of the girls. "Like, oh my God look at Natalie '' Hayley sighs dreamily, "I want to make sexy pottery with her '' Jessica scoffs at her "Say what you want about Natalie. Have you looked at coach Ben? He is so hot!" she says while twirling a strand of her hair. "I think he's gay Jessica..." she gasps "How would you know? The other day I saw him handing to Travis a bunch of condoms, he must like girls!", "That's not how it works Jessica..." you argue with her "Shut up," she scoffs at you. You turn your head away from her to avoid her anger, looking towards the field as you see number seven -Lottie, that must be her name- moving in position to defend the net. "...and how would you know? Your life is so boring, you never even had a relationship yet!"eyes scanning her face up and down, you look at Jessica ``I haven't but at least I don't drool for every human beginning in school" you remark at her, earning a glare that could kill.
"Shut up! Stupid asshole..." your eyes return to the soccer field, now focused back on the players: you see Lottie staring at you, her eyes never leaving yours even for a split second, you and your friends must've been loud for her attention to be on anything else other than practice. Neither you or her break eye contact, both in an almost hypnotic state, so, neither you or her notice Laura Lee screaming out for her teammate.
The second Lottie refocuses back on the game, the ball hits her face at full speed; Lottie stumbles back holding her nose, blood flowing freely from it, she loses her footing and falls on the ground. "Fuuuck!'' The team rushes to their friend, Laura Lee is profusely apologizing while trying to hold her best friend who isn't in the right mood to be manhandled. Coach Ben kneels next to Lottie and inspects her face: on the bridge of the nose, right where the ball has hit her, Lottie has a small red bump and her nose seems to be slightly pushed to the left side. "We need to take the infirmary..." he states and helps Lottie up, before Misty can get her hands on her classmate's face and cause more damage. She walks back with Ben with shame, and when she looks back to see you worried over her, she can't bring herself to look at you.
At the infirmary, she gets a pack of cold ice and after one hour, the nurse, a middle aged old woman who looks like she's done with life, walks over to her and takes away the ice pack. Her hands move and test around Lottie's nose, manhandling her -she looks like a small scared child-. "Take a deep breath with your mouth...", she's confused as hell but does so, feeling the nurse's hands move again on her nose, "...and don't panic". -What?- the nurse's fingers block her nose and push strongly to the right side, readjusting the bone. Lottie lets out a banshee-like scream "Fuck me!" and she hold her face, muffling her scream in her hands, "Don't move too much or you could crook it again". Her fingers move across the nose skin, it definitely hurts but now she can breathe again: the nose still has a small red bump at the middle of its length. "Yeah, that's not going away", the nurse says while arranging some things in a box, "What?".
Her father had wanted to sue both the nurse and Laura Lee's family as soon as he saw how his daughter's nose looked, but with some convincing, Lottie had managed to make his anger drop. Today, some time after the whole fiasco, Shauna has come to pick her up for school, usually she would use her father's limo but today she felt like beginning with a friend -and exploiting her a bit- than with the old decrepit driver her father hired. As soon as she enter Shauna's car, the other girl lets out a small pained hiss at Lottie's nose. "...Is it that noticeable...?", Shauna let's out a small hum and moves uncomfortably under Lottie's dark gaze. "I mean... I see it because I was there, but it's not tha-" Shauna is interrupted by Lottie's frustrated sigh and cries. "God! This is just what I needed..." she mutters into her hand, Shauna drops her hand on her friend's shoulder "Come on...It's not that bad, no one will notice". Lottie moves to look at Shauna, her eyes are tearful, "That's literally the first thing you noticed about me today". A gulp travels down Shauna's throat "Uhm..." the taller girl looks her dead in the eyes "This is the part where you, as a friend, would comfort me". The car engine starts, Shauna lets out a embarassed cough while she starts to move the car "...Let's go".
"Ouch..." Taissa says to her while munching her sandwich, the whole soccer team is in the cafeteria for lunch, Lottie had been the last one to join the team 'cause her classes ended later, of course that would involve her not-so-glorious entrance in the room, where everyone had looked at her weird or with pity. "Laura Lee hasn't come today...She's feeling pretty guilty for what she's done. I think this will stay inside her little fanatic brain for a while" Taissa laughs while exchanging a kiss with Van, "And she's right. If I were you, Lottie, I would have punched her in the face ages ago" Natalie barges in the conversation. "Changing topic, tonight there's a party. At Randy's' ' the blonde girl mutters while focused on rolling something that Lottie is pretty sure isn't a normal cig, "I don't know if I'll be there... I don't feel really good". Natalie lets out a scoff, momentarily messing up her rolling before continuing again, "Come on Lottie, It's only a party. Besides, your 'little incident' is not that visible ''. Taissa stares at Natalie with a look that says 'Really?' , "Geez, how about some fucking decency Natalie?" she spats out receiving a roll of eyes from the other girl "The point is, going to a party won't be that big of a deal". Everyone seems to turn to Lottie, waiting for her response, "...Ok".
Night has come, and with it, Lottie's uneasiness. The party had proved to be a lot more crowded than she imagined, it was packed with people who were beginning to drink by the time the Yellowjackets had come. Jackie had placed her hand on Lottie's shoulder, stroking it reassuringly "Don't worry Lottie, we won't go anywhere" and for a split second, Lottie had believed her and smiled reproaching the smile, before she had looked away -for one fucking second-, and all of her team had left to so their things: Taissa and Van had two red cups in their hands and were flirting to one angle of the room, Jackie had blindedly followed Jeff somewhere with Shauna trailing behind her and Natalie was gone to God knows where, probably doing drugs with those toxics of her friends. So, as she had been sure all this time, Lottie was alone. A sigh escaped her lips, her brows furrowing in annoyance and creating a small wrinkle between them, and worry showing in her eyes. She makes a bee line to the kitchen, finding it almost empty except for a drunk couple in one of the dark corners; on the table amidst all the discarded red cups and leftover foods, sits a clear glass bowl of red-blood punch with some ice and a slice of orange floating in. Lottie takes one of the clean cups and fills it to the brim with alcohol. She drinks her worries away feeling the liquid heat her from within, before she knows she has gulped down half of it. Her hands search for her cigarettes in her jeans pocket, finding only a few left: taking one she holds it between her lips but realizes she has forgotten her lighter at home, "As if this night couldn't be any worse...".
When you walk into the kitchen, you see the same girl who yesterday almost got half of her face blown off -Lottie, you remind yourself-.
She's dressed in high waisted dark gray jeans, a long sleeved black shirt and a pair of glasses which made her look far more nerdy than she might have intended. "Oh, hi!" she turns around so quickly that some of the liquid spills out of the cup and pours on her fingers, but she doesn't seem to care all that much, all her attention is on you. "H-Hi...!". Walking over to her, you smile "You are Lottie right? You got pretty hurt some time ago, huh?", gulping down dryly her eyes focused on your lips resting on the cup ridge "Uhhhh, uh, ehm, yes yeas, yeah that's me...". Eyes hazy and unfocused, she doesn't hear you calling out for her "...ttie. Lottie? Earth calls to Lottie, are you there?" she jolts up a second, straighten her spine and avoids to look you in the eye. "Uh, yeah I'm here, just a little distracted" her throat clears and she lets out a small laugh. You look at her, you notice the way she seems to be around you: gone is the confident jock from the soccer team, all that's left of her is a girl who's too shy to talk without stuttering every few seconds. "Say, would you like to get to know each other?" her throat clears before she nods her head slightly with a little smile. "So, what do you like to do, you know, besides soccer?" you lean on the table while sipping on the punch, "Well, I like partying, usually, and -you know- soccer is all my life. I play the guitar sometimes..." your gasp interrupts her, "You'll have to let me hear something one day!". Lottie tells you more about her life: she tells you about her father and mother, about how she's always alone in that big cold house of hers, about how she likes the soccer team a lot -except Jackie sometimes- and of her love for teen dramas, especially Dawson's Creek.
The alcohol starts to make your body heat, she looks so good under dimmed lights; you sip down the last drops of the alcohol and throw the empty cup on the table, slightly scaring Lottie. "Would you like to dance?" her eyes move to yours and shakes her head in approval "Of course!" you take her cup and set it on the table, placing your hand on hers and leading her to the living room.
The room is lit by red light, the music is so loud it makes her heart jump in her chest, but Lottie can barely hear it over the loud beating of her heart in her ears. You get close to her body and feel its heat, how her skin shivers when you touch her a little too long and how she can't even place her shaky hands on you. Everything is slow, heated, the red lights paint Lottie in a way you haven't seen before; you lock eyes with her and for a moment, you feel the need to kiss her, even if you have known her only for a few hours. You get closer to her, so much so that you can feel the raspiness of her breath when you eye her lips. It isn't surprising then when, in the euphoria you're both experiencing, you don't hear the heavy steps of someone getting closer to you.
You get yanked from Lottie's grip, someone spins you around until you've met with his face again. "What the fuck are you doing?!" he snaps at you, his brows are furrowed and he looks even more of a rabid dog than when you left him. "Hello Brandon..." he grips your arms tighter, bruising your skin underneath; his breath is on your face,reeking of alcohol. "Hello'? What the fuck are you doing with this bitch?!" he starts to tug you around, all the while continuing to spit in your face insults.
As soon as he lets go of you Lottie reaches out and manhandles you behind her; a stern look appears on her face. "Hey, what's your problem?" she looks him up and down, studying him "My problem is you, and people like you" he spats out. "Like me?" she can feel her blood pressure rising, his implication not missed by Lottie.
Brandon's friends are near him, some giggle but others are trying to hold him down from exploding further. "Yeah, people like you and this bitch over here" he gestures at you with a nod, he seems to get even more red than he was before, almost looking rabid, "What the fuck are you talking about?".
Brandon seems to have been pushed over the edge, a wild look in his eyes, he sweats and screams on Lottie's face "You fucking faggots! You gross shit! Scum like you shouldn't even exist!" people are gathering now near, the music seems to almost have gone silent, flashes and giggles surround you. Lottie grips your hand tight, so tight that it hurts, "Lottie..." she turns around, her other hand placed on your hip and starts to lead you out of the party.
"Let's go" her voice wavering: for a split second, she saw her father spilling insults at her after she had told what she really was. "Yeah you better go! We don't want disgusting shits like you around here" Brandon is held back by his friends when he attempts to chase after you.
Through her clouded mind, Lottie doesn't miss Brandon's next words "You aren't even that good at soccer, I bet your father is really proud of his shitty disgusting lizzie daughter". Lottie feels her knuckles crush bone beneath them, and regains her consciousness, realizing she had punched Brandon right on the nose, in the exact same way she was hit the day's priors. He falls on his ass in the middle of his friend group, spurting insults and imprecations at you and Lottie. Before you can look at him, you're tugged out of the party. You run with Lottie, both with the fear that he might get out of his friend's grapes and follow you; you run across the small patch of woods just outside of Randy's house.
The night is lit by countless stars in the sky, wind blows through the trees and inside of your heart an euphoric feeling blooms. When you end up at the other side of the trees, in a clearance, you start to laugh at your heart's content; your laugh is so contagious that it starts to affect Lottie too -who previously was looking at you like you were mad- making her let out chuckles of her own.
You hold on to her, much like you did when you were at the party, she hides her face into your neck while still giggling: you start to notice the position you're in, her breath hitches when she notices how close you are and -more importantly- where her face is. Dark eyes reflect the night sky, she looks at you with something akin to adoration for a second, before she composes herself and let go of you, clearing her throat. "So ummm... who was that guy?" you rethink about the events of the night and -trying not to think- about how good Lottie looks right now. "He was my ex-boyfriend. He has been going a bit crazy since I broke up with him. I told him I... liked girls and he has been bothering me ever since I left him" Lottie let's out a small 'oh' of approval, taking in all that you said. "So... you like girls" she hums in thought; you inadvertently let out a laugh "Of course! I thought it was pretty obvious from how I was looking at you". Her face becomes beet red -'Shit, I looked so stupid! Why did I asked that?!'-, she scratches the back of her head while averting your gaze. Her hand is held by yours, she follows your movement and when she turns around, she's met with your lips on hers. She can't move the lips back, too stunned by your action to reciprocate the kiss but just when you thought of pulling away -'maybe she doesn't like me'- you feel her hands cupping your cheeks and deepening the kiss. -'Whoa... sparks...'- she thinks while deepening the kiss even more, it feels like millions of little light sparks shine on you and her. She's so close you can barely breathe, the air itself feels intoxicating, this is just too good to be true. When you pull away, both of you are blushing and messy, she looks amazing under the moonlight: hair messy, glasses slightly sliding to the side, skin so red and eyes watery. "Wow... this feels very... romantic..." she sighs into your neck, holding your chest to hers "We should do this more often..." you kiss her again, giddy, holding onto her neck "We definitely should!".
Something moves in the bushes rapidly, making both of you jolt up in fear that your ex might've catched up, Lottie is already ready to throw another punch, just when from the darkness between the trees, the Yellowjackets appear, all of them. "G-God!" an echo of 'oooh's' rise up from the group, Van begins the lead of them "Oh so that's what you were doing Lottie! We feared you got into a fight!". Van gets closer to you two, throwing her arm around Lottie's shoulders "Are you gonna introduce your 'friend' to us?", the taller girl puffs out a breath in annoyance "Oh fuck off!".
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my darling lamb!au | lottie matthews
summary: cult leader, lottie matthews, finally finds the perfect prey for the hunt. a sweet, innocent lamb to make all hers. introduction to this universe.
cw: 18+, primal kink, oral (r receiving)
a/n: moonstone symbolizes fertility, innocence and linked w/goddess energy. dedicated to my girlfriend @pocolottie
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the blind fold’s lifted from your eyes and you can’t really make out your surroundings. your feet are bare on the damp, cold ground. the sound of crackling fire and owls hooting fill your ears. once your vision starts to clear, you see you’re in the middle of a circle.
everyone around you is dressed in purple. they’re all staring, expectantly. you look down at your white dress that’s brushing against your ankles. you can’t even remember how you got here. or why you’re here. your memory is still foggy and missing vital pieces.
you hear the crunching of dry leaves from the distance. the group all redirects their eyes towards the person walking down the path. at first all you can make out is her waist length hair, and her floor length red dress. the circle opens up for her the closer she gets.
the woman smiles brightly at you like you’re supposed to know who she is. the smile is familiar and warm. she extends her arms towards you. you curiously stare at her. someone gently pushes you towards her. understanding the hint, you walk forward until you’re only a feet or two apart. the mysterious woman’s smile widens even more.
“we’ve all been waiting for you, my darling lamb.”
the woman’s voice is mellow and sweet with a touch a raspiness. it’s a hint deeper than most women’s voices you’ve heard. nonetheless it stirs unfamiliar yet warm feelings in your stomach. you look around the circle again then back at the woman. searching for answers but finding none.
you feel a soft touch on your cheek. the woman’s hands are slightly calloused but not too noticeable. it certainly doesn’t take away from the warm sparkle in her eyes. or how she’s holding your face like you’re a porcelain doll. fragile, delicate, and innocent.
“we have to start soon. you’ll figure it out.”
the woman drops her hand from your face then proceeds to address the group.
“my faithful acolytes, the time is upon us. we’ve secured our lamb, our sacrifice. now the hunt can begin.”
the words incentive panic in your body. you nervously look around the group but no one else seems worried. this is what they were waiting for. you’re the lamb heading to the slaughter. you search for an escape but the circle is too tight. someone walks behind the woman with antlers. they’re decorated with a mesh cloth passing her shoulders, flowers, and leaves. the woman looks mystical, other worldly. she’s transformed right before your eyes into a queen.
someone stands behind you, jostling you out of your trance. a necklace is fastened and secured around your neck. looking down a cylinder shaped pendant made out of moonstone nestles perfectly between your cleavage. it’s half wrapped in a purple metal the shape of a flower. it’s a rather stunning piece of jewelry. maybe unnecessary if these people are about to kill you.
the circle starts breaking then a gong is hit in the distance. the woods become eerily quiet. your breathing picks up as anxiety creeps over you. the woman steps aside so you have a clear view of the deep woods.
“the hunt commences.”
she looks over at with a pleased smile.
“run.”
the word is uttered so softly, you might have missed it. but it’s too quiet. it’s like everyone is holding their breath. the command hits your ears and your body responds. you hold the hem of your dress darting off into the unknown woods. your feet hit the damp forest floor over and over. leaving behind footprints you’re unaware of. the only light guiding you is the half moon and the abundant stars. these woods are unfamiliar. everything looks the same when you’re running, scared for your life. it’s all a blur as you run deeper and deeper into the woods.
the antler queen hadn’t made any effort to follow you. that may have surprised you if you knew. or was even listening for someone behind you. instead the woman is preparing to find you. she knows these woods better than any one of her followers. the woman haunts these woods every night. aimlessly walking them when the moon is high. she knew, eventually, you’d tire of running and opt to hide until sunrise. it’s a logistically sane solution. it’s what she wanted you to do.
you were needed helpless and fearful. hope seeping out of you every second you ran. she needed you desperate for salvation and rescue. then the woman would appear. a beckon of hope. she had it all planned out. leading the scared, innocent lamb into the jaws of a very hungry queen.
someone presents the woman with a phone. it’s tracking your frantic movements throughout the woods. it wasn’t necessarily needed, but it would make the hunt end faster. the tracker is imbedded in the pendant snug between your bosom. the group waits and waits until you have no option but to rest.
the adrenaline coursing through your body can only last so long. soon your feet start to feel raw and your head throbs. your dress snags on a branch causing you to stumble over your feet. you land painfully on your elbows, scrapping your knees and hands in the process. the pain is exaggerated by how tired, cold and scared you are. you have zero survival skills for this situation. the thought of death frightens you. yet you cannot will yourself to continue running. your back is parallel to a tree. all you can do is sob and wait for someone to find you.
you stopped a lot earlier than expected. that’s not a problem for the woman. the blinking dot alerts her exactly where in the forest you’re resting. the woman has no further need for the device or her acolytes. she sends everyone away then starts her journey into the woods. your footsteps are embedded on the soft dirt floor making it even easier to track you. the woman follows them meticulously, putting her own feet in the tracks. your cry starts to echo the closer the queen gets. the cry of a defeated and lost lamb.
you’re found crying with your head buried between your legs. even then the cries are hard to muffle in the outdoor space. the woman’s soft footsteps aren’t heard over your tears though. she squats to your eye level and lightly touches your shoulder. you jump in fear. your watery, swollen eyes meet the woman’s face. she offers you a sympathetic and understanding smile.
“shh…it’s okay, little lamb. i found you.”
your body trembles with fear. more tears spill down your cheeks. the woman coos at you replacing the hand on your shoulder to your cheek. her thumb rubs soothingly across your skin.
through your tears and sobbing, you manage to choke out, “are you…are you gonna kill me now?”
your captor’s face contorts in confusion. “kill you? why would i do that? i’ve waited far too long for you. no, no, my darling lamb. that’s not what the hunt is about.”
the woman stands once again to her full height. she extends a hand to help you up. once on your feet she steps forward forcing you to step back. her eyes sparkle mischievously.
“no need to be scared, my sweet angel. i promise i’ll never hurt you. i have no intentions on hurting such a precious thing like yourself.”
“what do you want from me?”
the woman chuckles. she doesn’t answer your question at first. instead her hands meticulously remove the antler crown from her head. once it’s set aside, she positions her hands on your waist. she leans into your neck taking a sharp inhale of your scent. your innocence is practically seeping out of you. the smell is refreshing yet provocative. her lips brush against your skin but barely. the sensation replicates a soft breeze tickling your neck.
“isn’t it obvious? i want you. my precious little lamb—all mine.” she whispers near the shell of your ear. “the hunt isn’t over quite yet.”
you’re about to ask the woman what she means but she’s faster than your thoughts. without hesitation she sinks to her knees in front of you. a soft gasp escapes from you. the woman lifts the skirt of your dress, revealing your naked cunt. throughout the whole experience it never dawned on you that you were without underwear. the woman tips her head back slightly to stare up at you. her brown eyes are brimmed with excitement. you both maintain eye contact as her lips press against your thigh. an immediate moan vibrates in her throat.
you stare with inquisitive eyes. you’ve never witnessed such a sight before. the unadulterated hunger written all over her face. her arms wrapped around your legs as if she’s scared you’ll escape. you’ve never had anyone kiss you elsewhere but on your lips. you think you should be telling her to stop. or maybe protesting and fighting. yet your body relaxes the more her lips leave heated kisses on your chilled skin.
the woman’s nose finally bumps against your bare pussy. you jerk forward but find your balance by holding her shoulders. she presses her hand against your stomach, pushing you back against the tree. her tongue cautiously parts your folds taking her first taste of you. you sharply inhale at the new sensation. she waits for you to say, stop, but it never comes. instead your legs partly open wider, silently asking for more. you feel her tongue slowly drag down the length of your cunt. it’s agonizing yet addictive. your body senses there’s more to be done with her tongue. more the woman is holding back on. your timidity and inexperience prevents you on asking for more.
it’s all the same for the woman on her knees. even if you’d work up the courage, she needed to savor the experience. cherish every inch, memorize your taste, document your sensitive spots. the tip of her tongue curls over your clit, slowly lapping at the sensitive bud. her warm tongue juxtaposed with the cold night air enhances the sensation. your entire being feels her tongue on your cunt. you let out a shaky whimper once the minstrels turn into long licks. her tongue presses flat heading downward then the tip teases your clit as she lazily drags it upwards. she interchanges between concentrating on your clit to the long, gradual licks.
it felt wrong to have a queen on her knees, worshiping and drinking from you. every time you glimpsed down this woman is staring back at you which such adoration and marvel. even when her tongue pushes inside you and she starts bobbing her head to drive it deeper. the moans spill out of you like a hushed prayer.
“oh god…”
the woman peels back only by an inch to finally utter her name to you.
“lottie will suffice, dear.”
#yellowjackets#adult lottie#lottie matthews x reader#lottie matthews x fem!reader#lottie matthews x you#lottie matthews#lottie x reader#lottie yellowjackets#96yellowjackets
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just thoughts of lottie (I'm kinda crazy
The thoughts I have about Lottie and that NOBODY can say to the contrary is that this girl was the cutest girlfriend for you (she told me then without any arguments) Lottie before the plane crash, she didn't leave your side…she took you your hands when the winter season arrived and GOD she was freezing and she thought it warmed you… but you didn't say anything because your girlfriend would be a little sad… and she was very… how can I say… strange and strange, she didn't smile at all.. like, she was with natalie laughing a lot like wtf(??) and when you arrived she was just "😐" like???? I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING GURLL??? and she was the person who resolved the most because she always followed you even though you told her not to follow you, she always had this habit like, you were mad at her for whatever… and she was like 🧍🏽♀️" and saying things like "I'm sorry, yes?…" and you just wanted to punch her??? WDYM LOTTIE😡😡 changing to after the accident, she wouldn't let you go for anything, I don't know if it was because it was a habit or because she was just traumatized and crazy… when she said she saw symbols on the wall and you didn't see them and you were like "I'm getting really scared😢" and she was just squeezing your hand as if her life depended on it and it felt like she was going to RIP OFF from how much she was squeezing…in the colder times, while it was snowing, she would always help you put it on. your protectors so you don't literally freeze (like Jackie?😈😈sorry…) and you always had an unconscious habit of putting your front hair that came out of your hats behind your ears… little knowing that it made you look like a tomato, well harvested!…luckily it wasn't visible with all the cold weather stuff she put on you…I'm not going to die Lottie…it's not because I forgot a fucking glove that I'm going to DIE and she's like "😶 " until the day she was beaten by shauna…it seems that all her care that you thought was nonsense before was for you…you knew you couldn't do anything and it hurt when you remembered her not doing anything while she was being kicked hard on your head and your face would turn purple… you took such good care of her that she had to tell you to go to sleep because you would look worried, even SLEEPING thinking about her… and let's not forget the time you were in a super moment love❤️🙏🏽🙏🏽 and you went to kiss her but her lips were bruised and blue from the cold… and for her, if you argue with someone you are always right! lost an animal and made the yellowjackets hungry and lottie hungry? no problem! They can't fight with you because you're her baby! Did you kill any of your friends? It was their fault! Why do they want to fight with her innocent girlfriend? Did you kill someone? the person's fault! Are you arguing with Tai? She will defend you even without knowing the reason for the fight! that's what girlfriends do..and she wouldn't have a problem with killing some people… I think she would buy you clothes before the accident...:(( buying clothes in your style without you asking and doesn't even bother, LOTTIE MY LOSER GIRLFRIEND I LOVE YOU so much!!!!????❤️❤️❤️❤️
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PLEASE SHAWTY WRITE SOMETHING ABOUT LOTTIE FUCKING THE READER WITH A STRAP-ON PLEASE I’M ON MY KNEES BEGGING PLEASE
You couldn’t help but chuckle as Lottie reached into her bags and pulled out her favorite strap-on. You knew she’d forgotten to include some of the basics, like socks and a hairbrush, yet she had remembered that particular item. “Priorities,” she said with a grin. The commotion of the plane crash and early days of survival had kept you from spending time alone with your girlfriend, and it was driving the both of you crazy. So, less than 24 hours after settling into the cabin, you and Lottie sneaked away to a nearby shed for some much-needed quality time together. The intense desire and longing for each other's bodies had been building up for days—a rarity for both of you, given your typically insatiable sex drives that were usually fulfilled on a daily basis.
You felt the strap move in and out of you, sliding with your wetness. Your hips moved to the rhythm, thrusting harder and harder as the sensation grew in intensity. The walls of your pussy clung onto it, sucking it in and squeezing it tightly. Each time it moved out of you, it left an aching void that begged to be filled again.
“Fuck, Lottie—” you exhaled hoarsely, the girl behind you groaning at the sound of her name coming out of your lips.
She was kneeling down behind you, thrusting hard and feeling the leather rub against her sensitive clitoris with every hit.
You gasped as Lottie grabbed you by the hair and pulled you back, your naked back pressed tightly against her breasts. You felt the heat of her body radiating through your skin, and heard her breathing grow heavier with each thrust.
She put one of her arms around your neck while her other hand gripped your waist tightly. Without slowing down her pace, she made you turn your face to hers, and then gave you a bruising kiss. Her tongue forced its way into your mouth as she continued to rock her hips against yours. Breaking off for a moment to catch her breath, she murmured against your lips, "You're taking me so well," before pulling you into another intense kiss.
Your head spun from the intensity of it all—the pleasure was too much for you to bear—but you wouldn’t let yourself break away from the kiss no matter how hard it became. You could taste her breath, feel her tongue moving in and out of your mouth in time with her hips moving in and out of yours.
Suddenly, Lottie pushed you back onto the blankets, pushing against the strap with a newfound vigor as she brought the two of you closer and closer to climax. She moved so quickly that you were barely able to keep up, but each time she hit against your sensitive walls, you felt an intense wave of pleasure course through your body. You moaned loudly, your fingers frantically clawing at the blankets beneath you in an attempt to find some kind of grip amongst the mounting pleasure. "Fuck, 'm gonna cum," you babbled incoherently, no longer able to form coherent sentences as lust consumed you.
"Cum for me, baby," Lottie said breathlessly above you. Her words only served to heighten your arousal further and before you knew it, an orgasm was washing over your entire body. You screamed out her name as pleasure engulfed you, the strap still moving in and out of you as if it was determined to take every last bit of pleasure from you. Your entire body shook and convulsed with each wave of sensations that coursed through it, until finally—after what felt like an eternity—the pleasure began to subside.
Lottie gave a loud cry of pleasure as your orgasm triggered hers, and soon she was coming down from her own high with her body still pressed firmly against yours. She stayed there for a few minutes afterwards, enjoying the afterglow while stroking your hair tenderly.
A few moments later, Lottie rolled off of you and pulled you into her arms, both of you exhausted from the intensity of what just happened. With tenderness, she caressed your cheek using her thumb, locking eyes with you before planting a gentle kiss on your forehead. "I love you," she whispered, her lips brushing against yours as she placed a soft peck.
"I love you more," you replied, holding her tightly as both of you gradually succumbed to sleep, finding solace in each other's arms.
#꒰ smut ꒱ 🔞#lottie matthews#lottie matthews x reader#lottie matthews x you#lottie matthews x y/n#minors dni#yellowjackets#yellowjackets x reader#yellowjackets x you#yellowjackets x y/n
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fallingforyou (3)
// lottie matthew’s does not like you. you’re annoying, preppy, and way too nice. lottie doesn’t fail to show you time after time just how much she hates you. you finally get the message and steer clear of her, until senior year, when you both get paired up for a science project. //
warnings: asshole!lottie, sweet!reader, pining, mutual pining, oblivious!reader, hints of underage drinking, lowkey jealous lottie if you squint, lottie is an idiot
(this is part 3, you can read part 2 here, and part 1 here)
on this night and in this light (i think i’m falling)
“don’t you think we should be, i don’t know, actually working?” lottie questions sardonically, and you turn your head to scowl at her from where you’re laying on the rug in your room. a new episode of sabrina the teenage witch was playing and you were excitedly watching it. “shut up! sabrina is talking!” you hiss warningly, causing the yellowjackets sweeper to roll her eyes in annoyance, while you turn your gaze back to the tv. “why didn’t you tell me you were going to be doing this the whole time? i would’ve just gone home.” it’s a blatant lie, but you don’t know that, and lottie doesn’t want to tell you otherwise.
you scoff, “yeah, sure. after the way you acted when i cancelled yesterday? you’re stuck here now.” the comment is supposed to annoy lottie, but it doesn’t. it doesn’t annoy her at all, the thought of being stuck here with you. lottie blinks rapidly, trying to shove that thought so far away, she’ll never have to deal with it again. “you don’t like sabrina?” you ask, gesturing to the tv, and lottie shakes her head. “i don’t really watch tv.” she mutters her response, making you furrow your brows and laugh lightly. “seriously? aren’t your parents loaded? i thought you’d have a huge theater where you watch all your favorite shows and movies.” you tease her, causing her to glower in your direction.
“you thought wrong.” she retorts, but there’s something in her tone that you can’t quite place. you can sense the shift in demeanor, but you don’t press the subject. lottie is like an animal you’re trying to tame. she could snap at any moment for any reason. you know lottie is like this for a reason; you can’t help but wonder if maybe her mother is just as angry as her. or perhaps her father has a temper. “well, either way… it’s been kind of nice having you over.” you start cautiously, and lottie looks over at you; her tenebrous gaze meeting yours.
“i just mean, i get lonely sometimes even though i’m here with my siblings all the time. it’s nice to have someone to spend time with.” you ramble, and lottie’s eyes seem to soften in a way you’ve never seen before. “i like being here with you too.” lottie says before she can think twice, taking not only herself by surprise, but you as well. a faint blush creeps onto your face, and lottie takes in how pretty you are. before either of you can say anything else, your older sister barges through your bedroom door, causing you to jump.
lottie looks annoyed at the intrusion, and she sends a scowl the older girls way. elise stares at you for a moment, furrowing her brows as she notices how flushed your cheeks are. she can nearly feel the tension in the room. “mom said dinners ready. she served your friend a plate.” the eighteen year old comments, flashing you a knowing look. you nod, “okay! be there in a minute.” you aimlessly respond, trying to keep your eyes away from your sisters. you do everything to stop blushing but it doesn’t seem to work. elise reluctantly leaves without saying anything else, and lottie clears her throat.
“i feel bad your mom has been setting an extra plate for me. i didn’t even ask if it was okay…” lottie trails off, insecurity laced throughout her tone. you shake your head quickly in protest, “my mom likes you! she thinks your nice, and she doesn’t mind.” you assure her, “besides, my dad always works super late so he never eats with us. there’s always an extra seat.” you ramble a bit, and lottie feels a bunch of mini starbursts in her chest; going off rapidly one by one. she swallows thickly, “thanks.” she doesn’t know what else to say and internally cringes at her response. you get up, flashing her a little grin that causes her belly to flip in an uncomfortable way.
“come on, matthew’s, before my mom gets pissed.” you taunt, waiting for her to get up from her seat on your bed. she follows you out of your room, chuckling slightly, “i can’t imagine your mom angry. she’s so tiny.” lottie makes you giggle, “trust me, she can be terrifying. have you ever heard that shorter people are more likely be evil because they’re close to hell?” your retort sounds serious, which makes it even more hilarious, and lottie can’t help but burst out laughing. you giggle as well, and you don’t even realize elise and your mother are staring at you both with inscrutable looks.
you and lottie aimlessly take a seat beside each other, and lottie smiles at your mother. “thank you, mrs. l/n. this smells delicious.” she says politely, and your mom offers her a smile. “you’re welcome, sweetheart. it’s carne asada, beans, and rice, y/n’s favorite.” she admits, and elise snickers, “basics just like her.” the older girl chimes in, and sabrina giggles while you flush. lottie looks at you, and she can’t stop thinking about how pretty you look when you blush. surely she’s notice how pretty you were before, but she can’t remember ever thinking about it. elise is the only one who is aware of the way lottie is looking at you.
“so mom… maria invited me to a get together at her sorority house. can i go after dinner?” elise asks hopefully, and your mom gets this skeptical look on her face. “a get together? at a sorority house?” she questions uncertainly, obviously not buying it. “yeah! it’s just a few of the girls! please mom?” the oldest teen asks, putting on her best puppy eyes. lisa quirks a brow challengingly, “then you wouldn’t mind taking y/n with you?” she asks, smiling in a condescending way. she obviously seems to know elise will refuse to bring you along. your eyes widen at the same time elise’s do.
“me!?”
“her!?”
you both respond to your mother at the same time, and lisa nods simply. “if it’s a get together, then you should have no problem with taking your sister. besides, when was the last time you two did anything together?” the older woman asks, and a glower etches itself onto elise’s features. “why can’t i go too!?” sabrina asks, pouting and clearly upset. “because you’re failing english, and need to study.” lisa pointedly responds, and elise huffs. “fine. i’ll take her, but she’s gonna be complaining the whole time!”
your eyebrows nearly meet your hairline, and you protest quickly. “i don’t wanna go! it’s friday night, and the last thing i wanna do is spend it with elise and a bunch of her weird friends!” you flash your mom a pair of begging eyes, “please don’t make me go.” lottie commends your mother for having the willpower to go against those eyes because damn, she feels her resolve slipping and the peculiar need to step in and protect you kicks in. “i can go with you guys. just so you’re not stuck there alone.” lottie offers, and your head turns to gaze at her.
you blink a few times, clearly confused as to why lottie matthew’s would want to spend a friday night with you. “but didn’t you get invited to becky martin’s bonfire?” you inquire, and lottie shrugs, “i wasn’t gonna go to that anyways.” she lies, but you seem to believe her because you flash her a grateful expression, “i mean if you really wanna be stuck with elise’s friends all night, then sure.” you half joke, making your older sister scoff. “my friends aren’t that bad! i mean at least i have more than three, unlike you!” she hisses, and you roll your eyes.
“ever heard of quality over quantity?” you sardonically retort, making lottie chuckle. elise narrows her eyes at you, “you’re so lucky moms forcing me to bring you.” she mutters, as she continues eating.
after dinner you and lottie head back to your room, and you’re a bit quieter than usual. “you don’t have to go just for my expense, you know? i know you were planning on being at that bonfire tonight.” you say softly, and lottie tenses up as you call her out. there’s no malice or anger in your tone, but lottie frowns. “if i wanted to go to that bonfire i would. i’m hanging with you tonight.” she responds adamantly, and the way you smile washes all of her doubts away.
“okay then, i guess i’ll start getting ready. you already look pretty, but we can stop by your house if you want to change?” you suggest and lottie shrugs, trying to ignore the sensations inside of her that she gets when you call her pretty. “i’ll just go like this. i mean, it’s just a bunch of elise’s lame friends. they’re probably just gonna talk about books and stuff.” she jokes, and you giggle, making her stomach get all knotted up again. god, she really hates that feeling.
throughout the entire way to the sorority house, lottie can’t help but occasionally steal a few glances at you. you had decided to wear a pair of tight black flare jeans, and a cropped fur coat that apparently belongs to elise. lottie wasn’t used to seeing you outside of your usual school clothes. you’d mostly wear jeans and sweaters; hiding every part of yourself. though tonight lottie had a hard time keeping her eyes off you. as soon as elise pulls into the parking lot of the campus, you can hear loud music in the distance.
your confusion only seems to grow as the music gets louder, the closer to the sorority house you all get. finally, your steps begin to falter when you realize you’re approaching a house with a few drunk students outside. someone was laying on the grass, and another person was holding her friends hair while she threw up in a bush. “elise this is not a get together! this is a frat party!” you exclaim angrily, as a large guy drunkenly stumbles past you guys. elise actually looks guilty for a moment, but the expression is quickly replaced by an angry one. “that’s why i didn’t want you to come! god, mom treats me like i’m a fucking kid! i’m eighteen; i should be allowed to have some fun.” she snaps, and you sigh.
“you should’ve just been honest with me. or snuck out like a normal person your age! now i’m stuck here!” you begin to argue with the older girl, who huffs in response. “yeah, cause being at a college frat party is every seventeen year olds worst nightmare. seriously, y/n, when was the last time you were even invited to a party?” elise sardonically asks, and you frown. “i’ve been to parties!” you internally cringe at how stupid you sound, and even lottie knows you’re lying. she’s only ever seen you at one party before, and even then you had left early.
elise shakes her head in dismay, “i bet you wouldn’t even know what to do at a place like this.” she challenges, and lottie frowns when she sees the determination on your features. “well, why don’t you put your money where your mouth is?” you provoke her back, suddenly thinking about those new shoes you’ve been wanting for a month. elise lights up, and lottie thinks it’s the first time she’s ever seen her look so excited as she talks to you. “fine. if you can get a guy or two to dance with you, and actually let loose… i’ll buy you anything you want from the mall. under a hundred and twenty bucks.” she says and you nod in agreement. “deal.” you confirm, holding your hand out for your sister to shake.
lottie gets a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach as the three of you walk into the sorority house. immediately lottie is alert and aware of how many people there are in here; how crowded and dim-lit the house is. losing you here would be easy, and it’d take lottie forever to find you. elise ditches you as soon as she sees her friends, and lottie hates that she’s thinking about what it’d be like if she didn’t come. you’d be stuck here, alone.
“at least they’re playing good music.” you comment, noticing an upbeat spanish song was playing. lottie’s cheeks turn a shade of crimson red as she flushes timidly. “i failed spanish class last year… i think i’m doing really bad in french too this year.” she reveals and you let out this tinkling laugh that causes her to stare at you. she takes in how you look under this lighting; your hair was clipped back in a half updo, but it was still curled in this carefree way that made lottie think you looked absolutely beautiful. she glances away, trying to think of anything but that.
“it’s okay, i suck at french. i only passed spanish class because it was my first language.” you tell her, and she smiles at the admission, “i don’t think i’ll ever be able to learn another language, it’s like my head just can’t grasp anything other than english. spanish is sexy though.” lottie blurts out, and you raises your eyebrows in a bit of amusement as her cheeks burn in humiliation. she has no idea why she just said that.
“here you go pretty ladies. you two look like you needed a drink.” a deep voice intervenes, as you look to see a tall frat boy handing you both cups. lottie speaks before you can even think about it, grabbing your hand, and grasping it firmly. her grip sends a jolt of electricity down your body, and you lose all train of thought as soon as she touches you. “we’re good, thanks though.” she says in that usual not-so-kind voice before pulling you away. “hey! i’m supposed to be getting guys like that to dance with me if i want to win the bet!” you argue, pouting as lottie begins to look for the drink station. she rolls her eyes, making a face of clear disdain at the fact that you’re actually going through with elise’s stupid challenge.
“you’re not seriously going to try and win that stupid bet, are you?” lottie gives you the third degree as she questions you, and you frown at her tone. you aren’t really sure why she sounds so upset. “well, yeah, i mean i want some new shoes and it’s an easy win. how hard can it be to get a few college dudes to dance with me?” you ask uncertainly, and lottie only seems more and more annoyed as you explain yourself. “these guys don’t just wanna dance with you, y/n. they’re all here looking to get laid.” she states, the contemptuousness in her voice causes something inside of your abdomen to tingle.
“obviously i’m not going to let them do that, matthew’s.” you respond as you both come to a stop at the drink station. lottie scoffs as she begins to make your drinks, refusing to answer you anymore. you frown, “you’re such an ass.” you mutter, only adding to her annoyance. she shoots daggers at you with her eyes, “me?? because i don’t want some gross college guy trying anything with you?” she sounds serious, and you can’t help but let your frustration wash away as you realize she’s just worried about you.
“if i didn’t know any better i’d think you’re actually starting to care about me.” you say carefully, as lottie hands you a cup of cranberry vodka. “yeah well, good thing you know better.” she murmurs, and before you can get another word out, an older guy approaches you both. “hey, i’m chris.” he introduces himself, flashing you a shy smile. “y/n.” you respond back, and lottie tries to hide the obvious distaste towards him while he eats you up with his eyes. “do you maybe wanna dance, y/n?” he asks hopefully and you’re about to say yes, when you remember lottie’s obvious indifference towards the bet.
“no, i’m okay. i’m here with someone else.” you simply respond, and the look of disappointment and humiliation etches itself onto his face. “oh, yeah. cool. i’m sorry. i’ll see you around then.” he quickly apologizes before rushing away in the opposite direction. lottie looks at you, visibly befuddled as to why you would turn him down. you shrug at her reaction, taking a sip of your drink, “i can always just blackmail elise into getting me the shoes. she’s not even supposed to be here, let alone have me here. moms gonna flip.” you laugh lightly and suddenly a sense of relief courses throughout the raven haired girl.
she isn’t sure why she was upset at the thought of you dancing with some other guy. the mere thought of some seedy dudes hands on you made her blood boil for reasons she didn’t understand.
it isn’t until lottie is laying in bed later that night; the image of your pretty smile and eyes are the only thing that she can see when she closes her eyes, that she realizes what this is. lottie matthew’s isn’t stupid; she’s aware of what’s happening… she just doesn’t want to admit it. because just last month lottie hated you; now she couldn’t get you out of her head. she was falling fast and she wasn’t sure if she could stop.
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Vampire!Lottie hcs plz,,,,, can be nsfw sfw or wtv I just NEED VAMPIRE!LOTTIE HCS UWAAAA.....
also ty in advance:3
VAMPIRE!LOTTIE HC'S • 🦇
summery: silly vampire lott hc's !
warnings: blood sucking, a little but of smut, fluff
notes: dis is the best request ever and the only request ever thank u anon:3
⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ vampire!lott who walking home from your house notices someone following her, she constantly turns around trying to see if they've left yet
⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ vampire!lott who knows the intentions of the person who's following her, with all the vampires in town she just knows
⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ vampire!lott who when you found out she'd been bitten just cried in ur arms, she was so scared she was gonna hurt you:(
⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ vampire!lott who slowly started to distance herself from you while she turned
⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ vampire!lott who randomly shows up to your door hungry asf . you run to the butchers and grab her a couple bags of pig blood but that doesn't really help
⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ vampire!lott who asks you if she can drink your blood and not the "disgusting" pig blood
⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ vampire!lott who tries to bite you as gently as possible, she slowly sinks her teeth into your neck, the sting hitting you immediately but you chose to ignore the pain
⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ vampire!lott who carefully sucks your blood, she makes sure not to take too much but she of course gets a little carried away, not too much but enough for you to have to pull her away from you
⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ vampire!lott who licks the wouldn't on your neck, that she made, she's so proud of herself
⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ vampire!lott who only comes to school on rainy/clouded days, she comes like twice a month😭
⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ vampire!lott who bought you those necklaces where you put each other's blood in it,
⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ vampire!lott who takes you on walks in the forest on cloudy days, she can run real fast so sometimes she'll have races with you knowing she'll win
⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ vampire!lott who sucks your blood while fingering you, her fingers pumping in and out of you as she sucks and licks the bite on your neck
⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ vampire!lott who can smell you from afar and she lovesloves your smell:3
⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ vampire!lott who still treats you the same, in fact she's more attached to you, she gets sad she can't go out on dates with you in the day time anymore but at least you can see each other at night so she takes you to restaurants for dinner !!!!!
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