Hi! Missed sending you asksssss. Can I ask for some butcherqueen realness in these hard times?? Need Lottie to abuse that pretty asshole from our favorite losergirl (cough Nat cough). Be it transmasc or fem â I'll be happy ;)
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PEACH ANON IS ADDED!!!!
big dick daddy is back home with the lottienat milk.
nat's been a disobedient boy again. he's always the one objecting to lottie's claims in the wilderness, spreading around the rumor that she's just out of her mind. he tried to sympathize with her at first, but he now believes she's gone fully off the rails.
but lottie's not giving up so easily. nat WILL listen to her. who does he think he is, disobeying his queen and insisting he's in the right? what would he know about the wilderness' orders? hell, even shauna managed to get converted. nat's got no excuse.
lottie corners him one night while he's sleeping up in the attic. she shakes her boy awake. after tossing and turning in his sleep, nat awakens with a groan. what the fuck could she want at this hour?
by then, the confrontation begins. and followed by that is nonstop bickering. lottie tries to assert her power but nat outright refuses to see her as a deity. lottie's patience is running thin. and then her aggressive side kicks her in the ass.
lottie doesn't even think about what's she doing. before she processes it, her hands claw at nat's pants to rip them off. she's like completely drunk off of her powertrip. fuck, is it really her fault that nat won't listen? lottie tried to be nice, but he was an unappreciative little brat.
now nat's pissed. he attempts to push lottie off, fighting her and trying to smack her face as she pulls nat's shirt over his head. there's some reiterations of "lottie, what the fuck is wrong with you!?" "what the fuck are you doing, you crazy bitch?"
lottie's chuckling now though, watching as the fear swallows nat's eyes. see, now was that so difficult? now nat's all vulnerable, just as she likes. nat whimpers under lottie's touch, his breath hitching as lottie traces circles along his nipples.
"behave," lottie threatens. "unless you want travis to know how much of a little fucktoy I'm gonna make you into."
"you wouldnt," nat breathes out nervously. "fuck you lottie. go fuck yourself."
"no, no." lottie shakes her head. "it's you that's gonna get fucked, natty."
"I fucking hate when you call me that."
"such a shame," lottie purses her lips. "I'll be calling you that a lot while I use you, baby."
lottie inches closer, her hand forcefully cupping nat's chin.
"now are you gonna be good for me, natty? or should I go down and tell travis that you're a little whore desperate for my dick?"
nat's got no choice but to cooperate. he doesn't need anybody thinking he's any strongly bad adjective, anything that could affect his survival. travis might feed his ass to the wolves if lottie fearmongers.
nat hates to admit but there's something pleasurable about having his body pounded into the blankets, arms wrapped around his pillow as he bites back his moans. lottie ruins him for good, filling his throbbing boy hole with cum every 10 minutes when she inevitably can't hold back how good nat feels around her. it's fucking heavenly. she should've done this way sooner.
"l-lott," nat whimpers, biting into the pillow with tears trickling down his face.
"you're doing so good baby," lottie groans, giving nat's ass a squeeze. "you take my dick so well. you were born to take my cock."
lottie leans down, her warm breath hovering over nat's ear.
"tell me travis has never fucked you as good as I have," she hisses.
"lott p-please," nat whines.
"do it," lottie demands. "say it for me natty or i'll tell him EVERYTHING."
"your cock's better than his lot." nat hesitantly gives in. "y-you feel so much bigger than him, f-fuck!"
"that's my good baby boy," lottie coos. "better prepare yourself, sweet natty. you're gonna assume your role as my little cumdump tonight."
hiiii milo i just wanted to say that i love your writing and have been thinking about age gap lottienat all day thanks to you eek
age gap yj ships are peak and I will not be silenced!!!
thinking about older lottie being attached to teen nat the second she lays eyes on her, just craving that sweet thing all for her own. she catches nat at a bad time, slumped against a wall and smoking cigarettes to cope with the disasters of her life. she's without a father and her mother is not a suitable older figure at all. nat's extremely down on her luck.
that's when lottie comes into the picture. she can tell just from looking at nat that she has a difficult life and immediately approaches the young thing without any hesitancy.
them having a long chat about hope and what it means to lead a life of satisfaction and other culty nonsense. of course nat isn't receptive at first and immediately shrugs off lottie's propaganda. she's distrustful and nat doesn't take herself for a moron. but when she thinks about how screwed her life is, lottie's idea of peace appeals to her more and more.
lottie's voice is an angelic tone sweeping nat into the illusion of safety. it isn't long before lottie's charisma is inviting enough for nat to get sucked in and join her compound.
when nat's at the compound, lottie prioritizes her over everyone else. she hosts one on one 'healing sessions' with nat to perform exercises to help her seek spiritual guidance. really what that means is nat's getting her pussy ate!
omg nat getting so manipulated that she can't ignore lottie's wishes at some point. lottie came to her as an older figure and nat's got none of those in her life rn. lottie's all she has and she'll believe that lottie's fingering is for a good cause if it means lottie will keep nat around.
nat getting dependent on lottie, offering herself as a sacrifice or a little sex toy for lottie to use when she's stressed. oh lord....
hi! lottienat anon here âşď¸âşď¸ anything you like iâm sure youâd convey so perfectly, but dom lottie coercing sub nat into the wilderness is suchhhh a lovely thought to think about x
dom lottie & sub nat.
#đđđ; ďź minors, no age in bio = instant block. nsfw below.
ââ after a hunt, lottieâs high on adrenaline, eyes black as storm clouds. she drags nat behind the plane wreck, shoves her to her knees in the dirt. âopen your mouth,â she orders, clit already hard, slick with spit and want. her thumb's pressing hard on natâs tongue, pinning her jaw open like sheâs checking a dogâs teeth. nat hesitates for a split, but lottie grabs her hair, forces her open. âtrust me,â she says, voice gone soft, almost loving. âlet the wilderness fill you.â nat sobs, tears streaming, but lottie doesnât stop until sheâs spent, until natâs face is streaked with cum and snot and something like worship. lottie kisses her forehead, gentle, and nat shudders.
ââ punishmentâs never private. natâs mouth is pure venom, spitting âfuck your wildernessâ right in lottieâs face, eyes wild, chin up like sheâs daring lottie to try her. lottie just smiles, all slow and sharp, like a knife sliding into butter. âthatâs alright, baby. i donât need your permission.â she grabs nat by the hair, yanks her down to her knees in the huts' center, doesnât care if the whole campâs watching. âopen,â she orders, thumb pressing hard into natâs jaw until it aches. nat glares, lips tight, but lottie just laughs, mean and sweet. âyou want to act tough? letâs see how tough you are with my fingers in your mouth.â two knuckles deep, she fucks natâs mouth slow, watching her choke and drool, tears tracking through the dirt on her cheeks. âthatâs it, pretty girl. you sound better with your mouth full.â
ââ sometimes lottie ties nat up with scavenged rope-old tent cord, maybe a shoelace, whateverâs handyâleaves her spread-eagle in the dirt, cunt aching, slick running down between her thighs like river water. âthink about what youâve done,â lottie says, brushing natâs cheek with the back of her hand, soft as benediction. then she walks away, goes to pray with the others, her voice floating through the trees. natâs left alone with the cold, the dark, the sound of her own heartbeat pounding in her ears. she hates how she waits for lottie to come back, hates how she aches for those hands, those words, that dark, hungry worship. but when lottie finally returns, kneeling between her legs, nat opens up like a wound, lets her in, lets her take whatever she wants.
ââ lottieâs cruel with itâsheâll flick, tap, or just press the flat of her thumb down on her girl's clit, watching natâs legs jerk like sheâs been shocked. âso sensitive, arenât you?â she teases, voice syrupy, and natâs face goes red, head thrown back, hands fisting the blanket. âdonâtâdonât tease,â nat manages, but lottie just grins, presses a kiss to the inside of her knee, and keeps going, slow, relentless, until natâs babbling, all her attitude melted down to whimpers and âplease, lottie, please.â
ââ lottieâs obsessed, canât ever leave nat alone. sheâll wake her in the middle of the night, dragging her out of her fur-made sleeping bag, shoving her face-first into the half-warm rabbit skins. âyouâre mine,â she growls, biting down on natâs shoulder, leaving bruises in the shape of her teeth. âsay it.â natâs stubborn, but lottieâs fingers are already pressing into her cunt, thick and relentless, splitting her open. âsay it or iâll fuck you in front of everyone.â natâs resolve snaps, and sheâs babbling, âyours, yours, please, lottie,â cunt clenching around her, tears streaking her cheeks.
lottie matthews is so kind. âĄ
back from the non-posting hiatus for a few.
will try to rattle out more reqs in the meanwhile.
hope you enjoyed this hopefully gem of a piece.
forced caretakingâŚthe never-ending cycle of anger (you donât need to be taken care of), humiliation (you are constantly in compromising situations), arousal (you enjoy being coddled more than youâd like to admit), and shame (why are you getting off on your own suffering?)
kneeling under Mommy's desk, resting my chin on her chair while she works. looking up at her, and making a big show out of suckling my paci mere inches from her crotch. whimpering in desperation, silently pleading for her to pop my paci out and replace it with something a little bit warmer~
a dom making their partner throw up out of jealousy. knowing they've been out to dinner with someone else and putting their sub a chokehold as soon as they get in the door... holding tight from behind and asking who they were with, what they ate and how long ago.
on their knees in the bathroom with the dom holding their hair back, crooning into their ear as they finger their sub's throat. rubbing the back of their tongue in insistent circles until their gag reflex is triggered yet again. poor thing's face is a mess of tears and sweat and drool. they suckle on their dom's fingers between waves of gastric acid, try to catch their breath. all the while they're being held over the toilet bowl as they shake, weak with the effort of repeatedly vomiting.
the dom won't stop until their sweet thing has purged everything they'd eaten. as minutes pass and the sub's retching gets more violent, trying to force up whatever's left in their empty stomach, it becomes hard not to notice the way their hips are twitching against their dom's body pressed flush to theirs.
gently they wipe their sub's mouth and help wash their face, brushing their sweat soaked hair from their face. they're told how well they did, and ask about what the dom will make them for dinner. right after they take care of the conspicuous mess they made in their pants.
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