[snacki3f4iry]

𖥧 .𖥧 𖧧 .𖥧 𖥧. .𖥧.𖡼𖥧.𖤣. 𑁍 .𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖥧. .𖥧 𖥧. 𖧧 𖥧.𖥧 .

✶ About Me ✶

u can call me by my user or my nickname em 🫂

21 — lesbian — she/her

heyyy I hope you enjoy my blog. requests are open!!

currently listening to: Rose Blood by Mazzy Star

𖥧 .𖥧 𖧧 .𖥧 𖥧. .𖥧.𖡼𖥧.𖤣. 𑁍 .𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖥧. .𖥧 𖥧. 𖧧 𖥧.𖥧 .

✶ Masterlist ✶

⨳ I'll meet judgement by the hounds (PT 1)

⨳ It takes two, baby (MDNI 18+)

⨳ Dirty Little Secret (MDNI 18+)

⨳ Undone (MDNI 18+)

⨳ I’m what you need. (MDNI 18+)

𖥧 .𖥧 𖧧 .𖥧 𖥧. .𖥧.𖡼𖥧.𖤣. 𑁍 .𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖥧. .𖥧 𖥧. 𖧧 𖥧.𖥧 .

[lottienathive]

“judas, must you betray me…with a kiss?”

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THIS DESTROYED ME 💔💔💔💔💔💔

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no cause why did I lowkey manifest shalissa…

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mauled by a wolf = house stark

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Shauna of House Baratheon 🤭 This is sooo her I fear

Tell me to stop with the GoT X YJ mood boards and I won’t 😛

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“Dreams didn’t make us Kings, Dragons did.”

Fuggit Natalie Targaryen 🫡

[deerlottie-deactivated20240908]

this picture......

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I just fell to my knees 🧎‍♀️

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Pleaseeee more Lottie smut

I’m what you need.

MINORS DNI (18+)

you will be blocked ✨

𖥧 .𖥧 𖧧 .𖥧 𖥧. .𖥧.𖡼𖥧.𖤣. 𑁍 .𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖥧. .𖥧 𖥧. 𖧧 𖥧.𖥧 .

+ Summary: Lottie is your insanely hot ex girlfriend from hell. Despite having a new girlfriend, you don’t have any self control when it comes to Lottie. When you receive a drunk text from your ex girlfriend, what do you do? You go see her, obviously.

+ Warnings: SMUT, really just smut, infidelity.

+ Pairings: exgirlfriend!lottie x reader

+ Notes: I love writing for Lottie. Courtney Eaton I’m in love with you 🙏🙏

𖥧 .𖥧 𖧧 .𖥧 𖥧. .𖥧.𖡼𖥧.𖤣. 𑁍 .𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖥧. .𖥧 𖥧. 𖧧 𖥧.𖥧 .

lottie: heyy. u should come over:)

you: oh ya? wyd?

lottie: drinking. reminiscing. I was going through our old snaps ☹️☹️

you: k omw. can’t stay long though, my gf will freak

lottie: lol. idc 😍

lottie: door is unlocked. hurryyyyy;)

It was currently 11:00pm on a random Friday, and your ex girlfriend decided to drunk text you. As much as you cherish your current girlfriend, Lottie’s efforts were never in vain. You simply couldn’t help yourself anytime Lottie gave you the opportunity. The sex was, and IS mind blowing; Lottie Matthews was your shameful addiction. Your hands shake slightly as you open her front door, anticipating your latest fix.

“Lot? Where are you?”

You say loudly, your echo reverberating off the walls of her empty living room. You look around at the familiar interior decor of her house, searching for any trace of Lottie.

“Come upstairs, babe.”

Her voice cuts the silence, despite the distance between you both. You make your way up the stairs, sliding your hand along the wooden banister. As you enter the doorway of her bedroom, you catch a wave of her perfume in your nose. The aroma consisted of Lavender, and Vanilla extract; It felt like she was tempting you with smell alone. You look to her bay window, where she smokes a cigarette out of her propped open window. Your eyes trace her slender figure, shrouded by a skimpy black nightdress.

“Didn’t think you’d actually come. You’ve been so busy with her.”

Lottie says in a low voice, blowing out a puff of smoke. She ashes her cigarette on the windowsill, not even bothering to make eye contact with you.

“I’m here, aren’t I? You’re the one sending me a booty call late at night. You’re basically begging for it.”

You chuckle, sitting next to her. She puts her legs across your lap, slowly inching closer to you. The warmth of her body felt like it was radiating against you.

“And look who came running at my beck and call. You must be needy tonight.”

She finally breaks the tension with eye contact, her pupils dilating as she takes in the sight of you. Your eyes snap from her lips to her gaze, moving your hand from her knee to the hem of her dress. You toy with the lacy hem, as you continue to hold her gaze.

“You’re right. I am needy. I need you.”

You say, your voice dropping to a low whisper. Lottie lets out a sultry chuckle at your response, and presses a small kiss onto your cheek. She pulls herself onto your lap, straddling you; Lottie pushes your hair behind your ears, and wraps her arms around your neck.

“I like when you grovel. We should play this game more often.”

She whispers, letting her tongue lightly graze the shell of your ear. You grunt at the sensation, fidgeting under her as she teases you. You inhale the smell of her perfume, and a dash of cigarette smoke. It was so sexy, the way the smoke clung to her skin and complimented her flowery scent. A wave of paranoia and anxiety suddenly washes over you, as you come to a (weirdly late) conclusion.

“God— What am I doing?”

You grunt, squirming against Lottie’s increasing touches. You think of your girlfriend, waiting patiently for you to come home. Your thoughts had been clouded with Lottie, and your insatiable lust for her. Lottie places a hand over your mouth, and another against the crotch of your jeans.

“Can’t you shut up? You’re gonna let me use you, like a good girl. And I don’t wanna hear anything about your precious little wife.”

Her fingers press slightly harder against your crotch, which earns a quiet gasp that escapes your lips. You melt at her commanding tone of voice, despite her degrading comments about your girlfriend. She slides off of your lap, and stands in front of you. She begins to strip off her nightdress, slowly pushing down the small straps. Your breathing quickens as she continues to teasingly strip down to nothing.

“Get on your knees.”

Lottie says softly, but not without her commanding tone. You quickly drop to your knees in front of her, pulling your shirt off. Your face was eye level to her decadent black panties, laced small black beads. She tangles her hands into your hair, pulling you closer to her crotch.

“Take them off. With your teeth.”

Your eyes widen at her proposal, but you don’t hesitate. You bite the waistband of her underwear, working them downward with your teeth. You put your hands behind your back, as your knees dig into the hardwood floor. You can smell her potent arousal as you continue to drag her underwear down. They finally fall to the floor, and you look up at Lottie with a small grin of satisfaction.

“See how wet I am for you? I just love seeing you on your knees.”

Lottie gasps, as you slide your tongue through her folds. Her grip on your hair tightens as your tongue prods her slick cunt. You tremble as you continue to suck her off, your strength in your knees faltering at her sweet moans.

“Mm~ You feel fucking amazing. Ah~”

Lottie whimpers as you speed up your efforts, rutting her hips into your mouth. Her moans were becoming louder, and more frequent. She leans against the edge of her bed, and wraps her leg around your shoulder. You slip a finger into her, as you trace circles around her clit with your tongue.

“Fuck— Fuck- I miss you. God I miss this fucking mouth.”

She groans, grinding her hips against your face. You can feel your own arousal pool in your boxers, and drip down your leg. You wanted so badly to reach a hand down to yourself, but you were kinda busy. Lottie shakes as you continue to fuck into her, and her hands push your face further into her.

“I- Fuck— mm’ gonna cum baby.”

She grunts, shortly before the wake of her orgasm. You feel her walls clench against your fingers, and her clit throb against your cramping tongue. Lottie cries out as she ruts against you one final time, before falling back onto her bed. You climb on top of her, pressing gentle kisses against her collarbone. She threads her fingers through your hair, gently massaging your scalp.

“Mm. We should do that again.”

“But.. my knees are gonna be all bruised.”

“At least your girlfriend will get the hint.”

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I’ll meet judgement by the hounds.

⫘ This fic is inspired by a song called “I’m Your Man” by Mitski.

“People always gave me love

Others were never to blame after all

You believe me like a god

I'll betray you like a man.”

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* Summary: Jackie’s younger sister (Y/N), a loyal teammate torn apart by the death of her sister. While surviving the trials and tribulations of starving in the wilderness, you also experience homoerotic friendships with your delusional teammates.

* Warnings: Cussing, mentions of Cannibalism, mentions of starving, mentions of blood, etc.

* Pairings: Find out 🫦

* Notes: THIS IS PART ONE. My first angsty fic. I love how it turned out <3333

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You stare at the eerie grey sky through the snow-covered window. Your fingers trace over the splintery pine windowsill, and you feel the cold radiate from the glass. The light of the dimmed fireplace reflects off of the glass, dying embers floating from the kindling. This was your typical routine throughout the cold winter days. You wake up at sunrise, despite the absence of the sun; You fall asleep when you finally find warmth between your teammates. Although your routine may seem bland, it’s a key part of maintaining your humanity through the chaos. Cannibalism was never the plan— but somehow it always became necessary. You made the decision to choose your bits and pieces of humanity through your routines, and your friends. At least, the ones you had left.

“(Y/N), up early again?”

A hoarse voice interrupts your train of thought, ripping your eyes from the snow-covered fauna. You turn to see Natalie, stretching her back and staring at you. You notice her roots have grown out from their previous platinum state, a record of time since you had crashed.

“Mhm. Too cold to sleep. Always.”

You say, sliding over slightly to make room for her. She wraps her blanket around your shoulder as she sits, and you feel her arm press into yours. The fleece of the blanket was no match for the stinging freeze of the wilderness, but her kindness somehow warmed you anyway.

“Are you okay? I mean.. about the other day.”

You say quietly, grabbing her hand. Your fingertips trace her coarse palm, and you study the slightly blue hue of her skin.

“I just keep thinking about.. Javi. You know.”

She says softly, shuddering from the mere thought of what had happened. You run a comforting hand across her shoulders, and she rests her head in the crook of your neck. You half expected her to smell of booze and cigarettes, like she had before the crash. Just for a moment, you feel yourself in the warmth of the school locker room, tying your cleats on and listening to the laughter of your teammates.

“You always do this. You don’t have to feel guilty for wanting to live. You’re also the one Lottie chose, and everyone respects you because of it. If you wanna be a good leader, you have to let go of Javi.”

You coo, brushing a piece of hair behind her ear. She looks up at you, and you can tell she wants to cry. You pull her into a hug, and rub her back as you embrace. She sniffles before pulling away, but you see no tears on her face.

“Thanks. Yeah. You’re right. I just have too much time to think.”

Natalie rasps, looking at her feet as they fidget on the floor. The two of you are quickly interrupted by footsteps, which turn out to be Lottie. Her dark hair is slightly messy from sleep, which is further supported by both of her hands gently rubbing her eyes.

“Hi. Everything okay?”

Lottie says, approaching both you and Natalie. She tugs on the lapel of her jacket, tightening it to her body. You gaze up at her, lifting your chin slightly as she gets closer. It was almost ironic, the way Lottie peers down upon her two most devoted disciples like this. To be truthful, you had no issue with Lottie’s delusions; Despite all of the discourse on Lottie’s methods, you enjoyed the way she led herself with her heart. You would do anything to receive praise from someone as well respected as Lottie, parallel to the way you had worshipped Jackie for being your older sister, and your captain.

“Mhm. Just trying to cheer Natalie up.”

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“I mean, don’t you think she could’ve considered ANYONE else? Natalie just doesn’t seem like she knows what she’s doing.”

Shauna grunts, stomping on several twigs buried within the thick snow. You glare at the back of her head out of annoyance, wanting to stick your tongue out and mock her. You spot a viable piece of firewood, letting the snow crunch underneath your sneakers as you pick it up.

“I dunno. Did you want it to be you?”

You say, holding back a petty smirk. She turns to look at you, narrowing her eyes at your comment. She takes a step towards you, pulling down her makeshift ski mask.

“Don’t patronize me. I know you’re Natalie’s little lap dog and everything, but you could really benefit from free thinking.”

She huffs, poking the blunt edge of a piece of firewood into your chest. You roll your eyes, and smack the stick onto the ground.

“You know, you’ve really changed. Ever since Jackie..”

You’re quickly interrupted by Shauna’s palm striking you across the cheek. You flinch, and hold your cold fingers to your impacted skin.

“Don’t you dare fucking talk about her. You and I both know where that will lead.”

Shauna’s voice bellows, and you swear she grows a foot taller as she leers over you. You stare at her, your gaze never leaving hers.

“It was your fault. You let her die. Maybe that’s why the wilderness never chose YOU Shauna. Because even the wilderness knows you’re a fuck up.”

You can feel your skull vibrate as you raise your voice back at her. Despite Shauna being so ill-mannered towards you, things had once been harmonious. Jackie had been the one keeping the peace between the both of you, and the peace had rotted away next to Jackie’s half-eaten corpse.

You start to feel your hands shake with anger, but you choose to storm off to the cabin. You trudge through the snow, ignoring the lack of feeling in your toes. As you enter the cabin, you practically kick open the door. Everyone stares wildly as you storm in, and you make it a point to stomp all the way into the attic. Among everyone staring, Natalie and Lottie exchange concerned expressions amongst each other. Shauna storms in behind you, shortly after. She drops all of the firewood onto the floor of the cabin with a loud thud. She turns swiftly, to look at Natalie and Lottie.

“Get ahold of your dog, or I’ll make sure she’s under my knife next.”

Shauna says, before storming away to find her journal. Natalie and Lottie quickly climb the ladder into the attic, walking to your position. You have a pocket knife in your hand, and you’re using it to carve your initials into the rotting floorboards. You don’t bother to look up, seemingly preoccupied with being a vandal.

“Did something happen? Why does Shauna suddenly wanna eat you?”

Natalie says with a chuckle, sitting on the ground next to you. Lottie follows suit, sitting directly in front of you. She hugs her knees to her chest, watching you intently.

“Did she say something about Jackie?”

Lottie says, holding her hand out to place it on top of the hilt of the knife. You stop, and look up at both of them.

“She called me a fucking dog, and then slapped the shit out of me. Just because I brought up Jackie. I just got defensive over Natalie and.. yeah.”

You groan, leaning your head back against the wall. You close your eyes for a moment, cringing internally at the dramatic situation you’d caused.

“Well thanks for defending me..? I didn’t realize she had a problem.”

Natalie grunts, holding a finger to her chin as if she were deep in thought. She fiddles with Jackie’s necklace, the one Shauna bestowed to her. Your eyes flicker to Natalie’s fingertips on the necklace, another grave reminder that your sister was gone.

“Well, you’re a good dog. I knew she felt some type of way when she paid her respects to Natalie. She’s upset because she doesn’t have your undying support like we do.”

Lottie says, placing a hand on your shoulder. You feel her fingers tighten slightly, in order to comfort you. You sigh deeply, letting your gaze trace the dark, individual strands of Lottie’s hair. You look up at them, and Natalie places a hand on top of your head. She ruffles your hair slightly, which makes you grin.

“And she never wants to talk about Jackie. Not that.. I want to either.”

You say, in a gentle voice, fidgeting with your fingernails. You can feel tears prick the corners of your eyes as her name rolls off your tongue. She was beginning to feel like a distant memory.

“And you don’t have to. Just give yourself time to heal.”

You almost chuckle at the sheer irony of the situation. This tragedy was almost comedic, a complete lapse in your morals and a betrayal of humanity’s golden rule. You had eaten your sister, you had eaten Javi, and you were sure to eat someone else. And yet, Lottie and Natalie treat you as if you’re an angel who does no wrong. It was refreshing, but it felt delusional and desperate. You cling onto your relationship with them, because the lack thereof would cause your untimely demise.

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It had been 15 days since you had last eaten. Once you had reached the 10 day mark, your mind had been clouded with hunger. You taste the metallic tang of blood that seeps from your tongue. You didn’t know if you were sick, hungry, or just hallucinating. The taste is comforting, a grim reminder that someone’s fate is to be decided soon. Your fingers thrum against the wooden floorboards, as you stare at the fireplace. You feel a cold hand on your shoulder.

“Tonight. It’s happening tonight.”

Natalie says hoarsely, removing her hand. You see a glint of anxiety in her eyes, despite her being safe from the cards. You had known since the moment Lottie chose her, that she was officially exempt from the queen card. You shiver slightly, anxiously anticipating what the hunt would bring.

“I- I’m really.. I’m fucking nervous.”

You breathe out shakily, your hands trembling in your lap. Natalie sits down beside you, grabbing both of your hands to steady them.

“I won’t let anything happen to you. I promise.”

Natalie whispers, wrapping her pinkie around yours. You sniffle, and bury your face in her shoulder.

You feel bile rise in your throat, and quickly clasp your hand around your mouth. You cough up a small splatter of blood, but you feel dread rise in your throat at the sight. Natalie’s eyes widen, and she quickly grabs your wrist. She uses her sleeve to wipe your mouth, and to wipe the blood off your hand.

“Don’t let anyone see that. Ever.”

Natalie whispers, her breathing quickening as she closes in on your ear. You nod, but say nothing.

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The day went by in a hazy, anxious blur. You yawn, and stretch your shoulders. Tears prick your eyes shortly after, but you blink them away. Everyone is in the living room, various blankets and furs are strewn about. You see the deck of cards laying haphazardly on the wooden table, and you almost feel tempted to throw them in the fire. Note to self: intrusive thoughts are really vivid when you’re starving.

“Okay everyone. Gather around.”

Natalie says, her voice sharp and intrusive to the previous idle chatter. You spot her from across the room, and shuffle to your feet to move closer. The air is thick with an eerie tension, one that signifies the beginning of the sadistic ritual. Everyone moves into a circle, almost like a synchronized dance. You feel sweat start to form on your brow, and a tickle in your throat. You clutch your shirt, right above your chest, bracing yourself for a cough. You remember Natalie’s serious tone when she saw you cough up blood; You had to hold it in. Any sign of weakness would make you susceptible to being chosen. You hold your breath, as Misty shuffled the deck of cards.

As the deck is being circulated around the room, everyone chooses shit cards. The queen almost seems nonexistent, or maybe you were just so nervous that time passed way slower than usual. Finally, the deck arrives into your hands. You hold your breath as you pull your card, and it sticks to your sweaty fingertips. An Ace. Huh. You reveal the card to everyone in the circle, and pass the deck to Akila. Natalie stares at you, her gaze filled with an aching worry. You then catch a glimpse of Lottie, who stares at her feet absentmindedly. Is that her way of coping? Who knew she’d act so careless when her life is on the line.

“Are we really doing this again? I mean.. come on. How many times is this gonna happen until there’s only 1 of us left.”

Mari squeaks, as she receives the deck of cards. You silently nod your head in agreement, but your eyes find the floorboards.

“Or maybe you’re just shitting bricks because reality finally caught up with you.”

Misty snaps, pushing her glasses upward in a delicate motion. She steps towards Mari, almost as if she was trying to be intimidating. Shauna lets out an audible snort, while Taissa just groans.

“No talking.”

Natalie snaps, slinking behind Mari like a cat. She swiftly draws her card, and shrieks at the reveal. She flips the card with a sob, revealing the queen card. The sight of it was daunting, a game made by humans being used to dismantle our own humanity. You can feel a strong tickle in your throat as Mari sobs, and bring your arm around your mouth to cough. You cough up a significant amount, and delve into a coughing fit.

“Please- I- You guys know me— Wait!”

Mari squeaks, her eyes wide with sheer terror. She looks around as if she were going to flee, but her feet stay frozen to the ground. Akila clasps a hand over her mouth, tears beginning to fall from her own eyes. You felt nauseous at the sight, almost as if your body was already trying to reject the thought of eating Mari.

“Lock the door.”

Shauna says to Taissa, grabbing a serrated knife from the table. Natalie pats your back as you continue to cough violently.

You fall onto your knees, gasping between coughs as you choke on your own blood. Mari slowly begins to back into the wall, distant pleads for her life drowned out by your lack of airflow. Shauna stares at you, with animalistic dilated pupils as you struggle on the ground. You feel a pang of terror, that you had finally rolled over and died. Rather than struggling, you flip onto your back, and stare at the ceiling. Your vision starts to get fuzzy, and your eyes flutter shut.

“I thought we were a team.”

You think you hear, before fading into a deep slumber.

[snacki3f4iry]

Could you maybe write smth about the reader being new to the team, like just moved into town, and Lottie and Shauna kinda end up having this rivalry over who gets her. You can do the smut however you like but maybe reader is making out with one of them at a party and the other walks in and is jealous and try to get readers attention back on them, and it just yknow goes on from there lol. If you don't wanna write this is fine dw :)

It takes two, baby

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Minors DNI (18+)

↬ Summary: College AU. Uhhh I think the request pretty much sums it up. Love triangle between you, Shauna, and Lottie develops as you move to your new school.

↬ Warnings: making out, cuss words, Jackie low key being a homophobe (problematic kween)

↬ Pairings: Lottie X Reader, Shauna x Reader, (mentions of an ex)

↬ Notes: LET ME KNOW IF YALL WANT PT2 with actual smut. I just got a little lazy towards the end bc of all the lore tbh

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Transferring teams isn’t what you had planned for. Leaving your beloved university to transfer to a d1 college, having to form brand new bonds with new teammates. Maybe it was the fact that you left an ex-girlfriend behind, or maybe it was the anxiety of a brand new place; But Wiskayok University wasn’t something you were looking forward to.

On the day of your first practice with the team, you walk onto the field, duffel bag in hand. Alongside you was your roommate, Vanessa Palmer. Your eyes wander to the frizz slowly appearing throughout Van’s ginger hair, slightly admiring the color. A voice snaps you from your trance.

“And who is this? Hi. I’m Lottie.”

The stalky brunette says, holding out a hand for you to shake.

“I’m (Y/N). I just transferred here.”

You say with a cheery smile, despite the very early morning practice.

“Oh yeah? Lucky us. We’re delighted to have you.”

Lottie chirps, her eyes slowly scanning you head to toe. Her gaze feels judgmental, almost as if you could feel her objectifying you in her thoughts. Your eyes begin to wander along her figure too, if only for a moment.

“Lottie is really freakish. I suggest you stay away from her.”

Van says with a giggle, as Lottie shoots her a frown. You can’t help but laugh along too.

“Maybe I could introduce you to everyone else.”

Van says, pulling you by your wrist to the rest of the team. They’re all sat, and stretching on the field turf.

Nobody really caught your eye as much as Lottie did. Maybe it was the way she looked at you, or the way she so confidently introduced herself. Either way, Lottie slips your mind the moment you feel a light tap on your shoulder.

“Heya! I’m Jackie Taylor, the captain. It’s really great to meet you. I’ve heard great things.”

The blonde holds open her arms to give you an awkward hug. You accept, but give her a side hug instead. Standing next to Jackie, was a very timid brunette, with mesmerizing eyes.

“And— Hi. I’m Shauna.”

She says, with a small smile. Wow. It’s suddenly really hot outside.. You can feel the sun beat down on you, despite the cloudy sky. This girl was going to be trouble.

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Lottie, Jackie, Shauna, and Van all sit together in the campus cafe. Seemingly desperate for information on their brand new teammate, the girls invited Van.

“So is she.. like… gay? I mean nobody is asking the important questions here.”

Lottie says, setting down her cup of coffee on the table in front of her.

“She really didn’t give that vibe to me. Maybe you guys should stop trying to push your horny agenda on every girl that walks.”

Jackie says with a laugh, pushing a piece of hair behind her ear.

“Jesus Jackie. It’s not like you’re a nun.”

Shauna snorts, before looking away.

“Look.. I don’t know for sure if she is. Can we drop it?”

Van says, rubbing her temples. She fidgets in her seat, clearly thinking about leaving.

“Sure. If you can drop her my number.”

Lottie snorts, standing from her seat. She ruffles Van’s hair as she begins to leave.

“Like she’d ever want that.”

Shauna mumbles, pulling her backpack over her shoulder. She shoots a look at Jackie, before walking off. Jackie quickly grabs her bag, and follows behind Shauna.

“What the fuck?”

Van mumbles to herself, staring at the girls as they leave.

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The morning started off with stretches as usual, but was quickly interrupted by torrential rain. You watch as your teammates scatter to gather their belongings, running blindly in the rain. You feel a hand on your shoulder, and you turn to see Lottie. She was drenched, and her hair was slick and dark. You let out a giggle, clearly entertained by the sheer chaos of the storm.

“Come on idiot. You’ll catch a cold.”

Lottie quips, pushing you towards the exit of the field. You grab her hand, and pull her behind you. When the pair of you get to the parking lot, she pulls you into her car. She grabs a towel from her backseat, and throws it at your head.

“Take it. My maid packed extra in case of bad weather.”

She says, ruffling her hair with her own towel. You follow suit, wiping the rainwater from your brow. As you begin to dry your hair, Lottie slowly slips out of her wet shirt. You can’t help but stare as she does so.

“You have a maid? So.. are you like a princess or something?”

You say with a smirk, pulling off your own shirt. Lottie snorts in response, her gaze lifting from your chest, to your face.

“Princess? No. My parents are just.. filthy rich.”

She says, further drying herself with the towel.

“No wonder you’re such a brat.”

You chortle, throwing your towel to the back of her car.

“I always get what I want. If that makes me a brat, so be it.”

Lottie says, leaning across the center console. She places her hands on either side of her face, while watching you intently. Almost out of instinct, you lean closer to her face. Her eyes flutter between your lips and your gaze, making your cheeks burn.

“And is there.. something you happen to want right now?”

You say, quieter than before. Maybe it was the sound of the rain, or the way her hair looked when it had begun to dry; You felt compelled to kiss her.

“Maybe. I just don’t know if I’ll get it.”

Lottie says, even quieter than your previous comment. Her body begins to lean into you, and her eyes begin to flutter. You definitely know she’s gonna try to kiss you.

“Oh! The rain. It stopped. Great.”

You say, quickly throwing open her car door. She says nothing, but she definitely watches you leave.

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“She’s actually so cute Shauna. Maybe you could just-“

“Jackie. I’m not gonna ask her out. Can we drop this? Lottie already has her sights set on (Y/N).”

Shauna sighs, punching Jackie in the shoulder slightly. The pair of them walk onto the practice field, scanning the crowd of their teammates.

“Practice pennies guys! We’re scrimmaging today.”

Jackie yells out, before shooting Shauna a smirk. Shauna sighs, sitting down on the turf to put on her cleats.

You spot Shauna, and jog over to where she sits. She looks up at you, with those gorgeous fucking eyes.

“Hey. I was thinking like.. maybe you could go with me to that dumb party. I know they aren’t really your thing, but-“

You’re quickly cut off by Shauna’s abrupt reply.

“Yes. I mean- totally yeah. I need to get out anyway.”

She gives you a small, but tender smile. She runs a hand through her hair, flustered by the mere idea of going out with you.

“Cool. I’ll pick you up at 10 tonight.”

You give her a stoic nod, desperately trying to play it cool. When you turn around to jog back to the field, you can’t help but grin.

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You sprint down the sideline, dribbling the ball as tight as possible. Despite Shauna’s best defensive efforts, you glide past her with ease. You look up to see Shauna sprinting to get in front of Lottie, as you pass the ball exactly in that direction. You cringe at the horrible pass, but decide to keep moving. As you close in on the goal box, you hear a loud thump. Lottie had tried to score, but she had been slide tackled by Shauna.

“God you fucking bitch. It’s just a scrimmage.”

Lottie winces, rubbing her calf as she sits on the ground. Shauna slowly gets up from the ground, dusting herself off.

“Sorry I take practice seriously. Some of us don’t just pay off our spot on the team.”

Shauna snorts, wiping her brow with the back of her hand.

“Seriously? You’re such a pretentious cunt Shauna. Don’t think so highly of yourself.”

Lottie snaps, quickly standing up. The rest is a blurry mob of fists and hair. You quickly jog over and help Jackie intervene, but Lottie simply pushes you away.

“You just wanna play all aggressive because she’s around.. We both know you aren’t what she wants in bed.”

Lottie bellows, storming off to the sideline. She throws up her middle finger as she does so. You almost laughed, but you knew it was kinda inappropriate.

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You and Shauna enter the rambunctious house party, your hand placed gently on the small of her back. As you make your way through the party, you spot Van and some of your other teammates. You can’t help but smile as you approach.

“Hey (Y/N)! Hey Shauna..? Uhh.. How’s it goin’?”

Van says with a cheeky smile, poking your side teasingly.

“Jackie is actually looking for you, Shauna.”

Lottie says, as she slithers behind the pair of you. Shauna rolls her eyes and begins to push back into the crowd, leaving you and Lottie alone.

“Come get a beer with me?”

Lottie says, as she leans close to your ear. It was a little hot, the way her breath tickled the shell of your ear.

“Lead the way.”

You say, taking her hand. She starts to pull you through the crowd, towards the basement door of the house. As you slowly descend the wooden steps, she pulls on the chain of a lightbulb. The lighting is low, but just enough to see everything below.

“It’s kinda creepy down here.”

You chuckle, finally reaching the shitty white fridge in the center of the room. Any other conversation you planned to have was quickly cut off by Lottie pinning you against the wall.

“(Y/N). Can I kiss you?”

Lottie whispers, as she runs a gentle hand through your hair. You pull her into you, by the collar of her shirt. Your lips smash together, and you feel the tip of her tongue grazing your lips as you kiss. Her breathing quickens as you both further the kiss, pressing your hips into hers.

She slowly moves her hand up your shirt, placing it on the small of your back. You groan slightly at the feeling, but continue to kiss her fervently.

The basement door creaks open, which makes your eyes snap open. Lo and behold, Shauna and Jackie stand at the top of the stairs. Both of their eyes are widened with surprise, as Lottie releases you and turns.

“Speak of the devil and she shall appear.”

Lottie grunts, swinging open the fridge. She grabs two bottles of beer, and hands one to you.

“Sorry! We didn’t know you guys were uh.. down here.”

Jackie squeaks, shooting Lottie a pouty frown.

“Didn’t mean to cramp your style Shipman.”

Lottie sneers, shouldering Shauna as she stalks up the stairs. Shauna side eyes her as she passes, crossing her arms against her chest. The tension in the room was palpable, but you say nothing to dissipate it. You start towards the stairs, but Shauna grabs your wrist. You spin back towards her, and your heart thrums in your chest.

“Give us a minute, Jax?”

Shauna says to Jackie, giving her an expectant look. She frowns, and starts up the stairs once more.

“Yeah yeah. I know the drill.”

Jackie says, before shutting the basement door behind her. Despite you watching Jackie leave, Shauna gazes directly at you.

“It’s okay if you like Lottie. Just tell me now.”

“I-I don’t know. I’m conflicted.”

You say quietly, sitting down on the bottom step of the stairs.

“Don’t be conflicted. There’s a simple answer to all of this.”

Shauna says, as she sits down next to you. You can’t help but stare expectantly, awaiting her answer.

“I’m all you need.”

She says, quieter than before. You cock an eyebrow, and split a large grin.

“Oh yeah? What makes you say that?”

“Lottie can’t fathom the fact that you asked me out. She doesn’t respect you.”

Shauna says, scooting closer to where you’re seated. Your thighs press together, as the distance closes between you.

“Oh. Because you’re so chivalrous, Shipman.”

You giggle, pressing your shoulder into hers.

“At least I don’t drool like a stupid dog at the sight of you.”

She replies, running her finger along a healed cut on your knee.

“Maybe that’s what I want.”

You say distractedly, too caught up in staring at Shauna’s lips.

“Maybe I can arrange that, then.”

Shauna whispers, leaning into your face. You let out a slight huff, clearly flustered by the ordeal. You brush a piece of hair behind her ear, which earns you a kiss. You sigh with content, letting your hands caress the back of her neck as you kiss. She generously slips her tongue into your mouth as you deepen the kiss, and she lets out a quiet whine.

“Fuck—“

She mumbles, before biting at your lower lip. She quickly straddles your lap, tangling her fingers into your hair. You wrap your arms around her waist, pulling her hips into yours. She shudders at the friction, and begins to slowly grind into your lap.

“As much as I’d love to fuck you in a basement.. I uh..”

You giggle, pulling away from her.

“It is pretty creepy down here.”

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Idk if you'll wanna do this one but how about smth like Lottie and reader are dating and after practice once day they think everyone's gone and start to make out and all that but they don't know that Natalie's still there on the other side of the lockers and she contemplates letting them know she's there but eventually doesn't and starts to get turned on from listening to them etc and the story just goes from there 😭

Dirty Little Secret

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MINORS DNI (18+)

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↬ Summary: College AU. All characters are 20+. Natalie and (Y/N) have had a long standing rivalry ever since Lottie started dating (Y/N). Natalie’s envy turns into anger.. and maybe something more.

↬ Pairings: Lottie x reader, Natalie x reader, Lottie x Natalie

↬ Warnings: SMUT. Fight at the beginning but its rlly not bad.

↬ Notes: Loved this request. SO SEXY. MUAH.

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You and Lottie had been inseparable since the moment you started dating, exactly 9 months ago. Everyone on the team knew how enthralled you both were with each other; However, one of your teammates in particular, had been green with envy the entirety of the 9 months. You were aware of Natalie’s feelings for your girlfriend, but you never took the time to acknowledge them. You were always too preoccupied by your foxy girlfriend and the undeniably sexy way she plays soccer. 

“Pass the ball, Tai.”

Lottie says breathlessly, as she sprints down the sideline of the field. Her steps are deliberate and calculated, but also graceful and poised. You shake your head slightly and continue your own pursuit of Taissa, all the way to the goal box. Despite your best efforts, Taissa quickly passes the ball to Lottie, who then scores instantly. You let out a grunt, but not without a dumb smirk plastered onto your face. You were so distracted by your girlfriend that you couldn’t adequately defend. 

“Are you serious (Y/N)? Open your fucking eyes next time. Pay attention instead of ogling Lottie.”

Natalie says, shouldering you hard enough to make you stumble back. You quickly turn to face her, grabbing the back of her practice jersey and yanking it towards the ground. She stumbles back, and falls ass-first into the turf. A series of cuss words from both you and Natalie are quickly flung around before she grabs your ankles to pull you down too. Before you can leap onto Natalie to hound her with punches, Lottie’s gentle hands wrap around both of your wrists, pulling you away. 

“You’re dead, Scatorccio. I swear I’m gonna beat your little face in.”

You spit, yelling as Lottie pulls you farther away. 

“Oh you poor thing. Don’t let her get to you. You know how she is.”

Lottie says to you, in a rather gentle and secretive tone. Despite her attempt to be quiet, Natalie heard it all. A small frown of discontent spreads onto her face, and she audibly groans. 

As Lottie smothers you and checks you for any injuries, Natalie stares from her spot on the ground. All this pent up jealousy, it was starting to bubble up. Any small mistake you made, goaded a rise out of Natalie. Natalie’s hands grip at the rubbery turf and faux grass underneath her, deep in thought, and shrouded in silence. 

Natalie Scatorccio had always been attracted to Lottie, but when (Y/N) came into the picture, she was quickly friendzoned. Natalie never gave up on the chance of you two breaking up, but she had begun to lose her patience. After cooling off for half an hour, Natalie enters the locker room, slowly peeling off her practice jersey as she approaches her locker. As her fingers nimbly enter her locker combination, she can’t help but hear giggles amongst the numerous humming shower heads in the background. 

Natalie starts to walk towards the showers, her footsteps slow and quiet. As she turns the corner, she sees a very naked Lottie intertwined with a naked (Y/N). Soft, velvety moans fill the empty shower corridor, accompanied by various gasps and sighs. Natalie cups her hand over her mouth before stepping just out of view. She can feel her heart thrum against her chest, but more importantly, she feels her core flood with an inexplicable heat. 

“Oh god– Yeah. R-Right there. Please.”

Lottie whimpers pitifully as her eager noises fill the showers. The lewd sounds of her cunt getting fingerfucked is just enough to convince Natalie to touch herself. Despite her burning hatred for (Y/N), Lottie was the love of her life. If she couldn’t have Lottie, maybe the ends justify the means. 

“F-Fuck.”

Natalie gasps, as she slips her fingers under the waistband of her boxers. The moment her fingers reach her clit, she clasps a hand over her mouth. She was so fucking wet, just from listening to Lottie. She slides the pad of her index finger along her slit, teasing her own agonizingly wet cunt. 

“Baby– Oh~”

Lottie whines, as the sound of her back hitting the shower stall repeatedly starts to become louder. Her fingers intertwined with your hair, pulling your face closer to her dripping cunt. The lewd sounds of you sucking Lottie’s clit while also fingerfucking her is driving Natalie crazy. Natalie’s eyes snap shut as she continues to masturbate, imagining herself in your place. Tasting Lottie, fingers deep in her cunt, blissfully playing with your fucktoy. She shudders at the thought, pushing her fingers further and faster into herself. As Lottie approaches her finish, so does Natalie; Natalie’s noises had become careless and messy, which alerted both (Y/N) and Lottie of her presence. 

“Holy shit– Scatorccio you perv.”

You say with a loud chuckle, standing in front of Lottie with your arms crossed. Natalie’s eyes snap open and her hand quickly moves from out of her shorts. A beet-red blush flushes across Natalie’s cheeks, speechless at the thought of getting caught. 

“Baby~ She wants to play with us.”

Lottie coos, wrapping her arms around your waist from behind. You look back at Natalie, raising an eyebrow. You stare at her for awhile, contemplating all that has played out in front of you. 

“Is that true, Natty? You think you can pick on me in practice, and then fuck my girlfriend?”

You say with a sly grin, leaning against the wall. If not for your very naked body, Natalie might be intimidated. But somehow, she was slightly turned on from your poking and prodding. 

“I wasn’t trying to.. I was just–”

“You were enjoying us just a second ago. I guess humiliation isn’t something you’re into.”

You say with a laugh, letting Lottie walk out in front of you. Lottie holds out a gentle hand for Natalie to grab onto. As Lottie pulls Natalie up, she draws her further into the shower stalls. She now stood between you both, her eyes wide with curiosity and anxiety. 

“Come on Nat. Take them off. You know you want to.”

Lottie coos, pulling at the hem of Natalie’s shorts. Your eyes are glued to Natalie’s back as she slowly strips in front of you both. You come up behind Natalie, brushing all of her hair to the other side of her neck. As you close in on Natalie, Lottie does the same; Lottie slowly leans into Natalie, pressing gentle kisses on her lips as she removes her clothing. You start to kiss and bite at Natalie’s neck, your hands wandering to each of her hips. 

“So big and tough on the field. Yet so pliable and pathetic in bed.”

You whisper, as your hands grope at her tits. Lottie’s kissing starts to become more intense, swirling her tongue on and around Natalie’s. 

“I love it. She’s like a lost little puppy. All she needs is a little obedience training, baby.”

Lottie whispers, as she runs her hands through Natalie’s hair. The way you both spoke as if she wasn’t even there, stirred immense arousal in Natalie. Lottie’s fingers slip through Natalie’s folds gently, gasping at the sheer wetness of her cunt. 

“Fuck. You’re so wet~”

Lottie mumbles, a slight whine within her tone. She pushes a single finger inside of Natalie, slowly pumping in and out. Natalie squirms slightly, to which you respond by grabbing both of her wrists. 

“Ah ah. No touching, sweet thing.”

You whisper, licking the shell of her ear. Natalie lets out a pitiful moan at the sensation, rutting her hips against Lottie’s slow fingering. Your hips grind against Natalie’s soft ass, and you let out a grunt of satisfaction at the friction. Natalie only continues to shudder, and her breathing is rapid and shallow. 

“Please– I-It’s too much.. I- I can’t–”

Natalie whimpers, before being cut off by a second finger plunging into her. 

“You wanted this. Perverts can’t go back on their word.”

Lottie moans, before pressing her tongue against Natalie’s clit. Natalie’s hips jerk upward into Lottie’s mouth, which earns her a slap on the cunt.

“You’re in no position to act so selfishly. Let her.”

You say in a raspy voice, undoubtedly hypnotized by the sight in front of you. You could feel your own wetness drip down your thigh, aroused by Natalie’s unexpected submissive tendencies. Her little whimpers and moans were too sweet, and they clouded your prior judgements about her. You grope at her tits, and continue to bite and suck all over her neck. 

“I-I- mm’ gonna cum–”

Natalie mumbles between moans, her legs trembling out of sheer excitement. Lottie presses her fingers further into Nat, swirling her tongue between her sweet folds. Lottie could feel Natalie throb against her tongue, which causes Lottie to release a muffled moan. You give Natalie a quick, stinging slap on her ass. You grab a handful of her hair and pull her back into you; You hold Natalie’s chin up as she continues to get fucked. 

“Cum for us. Show me how much you appreciate my generosity.”

You groan, slapping her ass once more. Lottie lets out a hum of satisfaction as Natalie struggles under you both. In an instant, Natalie lets out a splitting moan, twitching against Lottie’s face. You continue to hold onto Natalie from behind as she rides out her orgasm. 

“Wow.”

Natalie says breathlessly, as she turns towards you. She wraps her arms around your shoulders, maybe because she likes aftercare, but not because she likes you.  

“Maybe we should actually shower now?”

Lottie chuckles, wiping Natalie’s wetness from her face with her arm. 

“Natalie, you're not showering with us.”

You say with a stern face, before busting out laughing. 

“I guess I’ll just have to watch then.”

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guys pretty please send requests!! i really only wanna write smut, but all suggestions are welcome. I write for Lottie, Natalie, Jackie, Shauna, and MAYBE a little Laura Lee. luv u all 😝.

[snacki3f4iry]

Undone

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MINORS DNI (18+) 🚨

↬ Summary: Lottie, Natalie, and reader go to a dinner party. Lottie gets caught flirting with another girl and things go south. (softdom!reader, harddom!natalie, bottom!lottie)

↬ Pairings: lottienat x reader

↬ Warnings: smut. very much smut. cussing, uhhh JEALOUS NAT, AGEDUP CHARACTERS, nat and reader don't know Snackie.

↬ Notes: this was so much fun to write. ngl I could totally write more BYEEE this shit is sexyyy. also this is like 1400 words jfc

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“Christ. Can you tell her to hurry up? We’re gonna be late.”

Natalie groans, running a hand through her platinum hair. You grunt slightly as you rise from the couch, dragging your feet in annoyance. You walk over to the large bathroom within the master bedroom, hanging onto the doorway. 

“Baby, you’re taking too long and Natty is getting pissed. Hurry up.”

You coo at Lottie, while she leans over the counter, putting on her mascara. She turns her head to look at you, narrowing her eyes slightly. You can’t help but look her up and down, absorbing the absolutely slutty outfit she was wearing. 

“Tell her that I’m clearly fucking busy.”

Lottie purrs, slipping her mascara wand back into the tube. You can’t help but walk over to her, running your fingertips along the waistband of her lowrise jeans. She looked like a meal ready to be devoured. Part of you knows that Nat is an impatient prick, and the other part knows that Lottie looks way too tempting to pass up.

“If only she was sweet like you.”

Lottie coos, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. You give her a quick smack on the rear before exiting the bathroom. You can hear the sound of car keys being picked up, and you conclude Nat had finally lost her patience. Lottie quickly scrambles out of the bedroom, grabbing her small black purse. 

“You two drive me fuckin’ nuts.”

Natalie grunts, swinging the front door open to further her show of frustration. She practically stomps through the doorway, rifling through her pockets for her cigarettes. You and Lottie exchange muted grins of amusement before following close behind.

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“Who is that?”

You whisper to Natalie, leaning back in your chair. Her gaze shot towards Lottie’s general direction, eyeing the slender stranger that’d approached her. She narrows her eyes slightly, biting the skin of her lip in pure annoyance.

“I dunno. Some broad. She better behave.”

Natalie whispers in reply, gripping your knee significantly tighter than before. You find amusement in the sheer lack of faith towards Lottie’s behavior. She had always been a flirt, whether she meant it or not. You widen your eyes slightly when you spot the stranger’s delicate hand caress Lottie’s arm amidst a fit of giggles. You try not to be possessive of Lottie, but Natalie had no problem expressing enough jealousy for the both of you. Nat stirs in her seat slightly, almost as if she were about to stand; You tentatively grab her wrist before she could continue, urging her back into her seat. As hot as making a scene would be, you’d prefer it if Natalie didn’t punch the strange woman in the face at a seafood restaurant,  

“Relax babe. This isn’t the first time she’s done this. You know how she gets when she drinks Prosecco.”

You say with a quiet laugh, running your thumb back and forth across her wrist. Natalie continues to shoot a death stare in their direction as she slumps into her seat. Lottie continued to entertain the presence of the woman. The distance between the pair began to diminish, only furthering Natalie’s anger. You almost feel bad for Lottie; For you know all too well of the consequences she’d receive in the quiet of your shared home.

“I’ve had enough of this shit. Come on.” 

Natalie tugs you from your seat, pulling you behind her as she walks towards the bar. Lottie immediately spots Natalie’s mad dash towards her, and visibly shrinks like a turtle retreating into its shell. She sheepishly intertwines her fingers with Natalie’s free hand upon your arrival.

“These are my girlfriends, Natalie and (Y/N). Guys, this is Jackie, I used to go to highschool with her.”

You side eye Jackie a little too hard, rather reminiscent of a typical teenage girl. Natalie doesn’t even bother making eye contact, squeezing Lottie’s fingers a little too hard. Lottie yanks her hand out of Natalie’s, and tries to play it off by dusting the sleeve of her dress.

“Nice to meet you, uh, Jaclyn.”

You blurt out, butchering her name on purpose just for the plot. You turn on your heels to face Lottie directly, running a firm hand along the small of her back.

“We have to run. The office called me in for work. I hope you understand.”

You coo, feigning pure innocence just to appease her. Natalie wordlessly grabs Lottie’s wrist, guiding her to the exit. You follow suit, not bothering to spare Jackie a second glance. Lottie looks apologetic as she allows herself to be pulled away.

“Oh– Uh– Bye Jackie. See you later.”

Lottie calls out, as a bright pink blush begins to spread throughout her cheeks. She looked slightly ashamed, almost like a puppy being reprimanded by their owner. And that certainly earns an eager grin from you.

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“We go to my fucking company dinner party and all you can think about is banging out glasses of Prosecco and wooing your highschool alumni. Jesus fucking christ Lottie.”

Natalie says in a stern tone, her grip on the wheel tightening as she ponders the situation further. 

“Her eyes were bulging out of her fuckin’ brain lookin at you baby. You aren’t an idiot, you knew she was flirting.”

You chime in, shortly after. Lottie presses her cheek against the side of your seat from behind, silently pouting as you lecture her.

“Oh god— Please. It was hardly flirting. You need to take a chill pill, Nat.”

Lottie retorts, not even bothering to look up. She plays with the many silver bangles on her wrist, avoiding Natalie’s dagger filled gaze in the rearview mirror.

“It’s like you’re asking for it. Do you wanna be punished? Because you’re being a brat.”

Natalie grunts, as she pulls the car into the driveway. She aggressively shifts the car into park, and swings open the driver door. She walks over to the passenger side, opening the door for you to step out. Although she was pissed, she still made the time to be sweet when she wanted to. 

“I’m not being a brat. You’re just overreacting, per usual.”

Lottie sighs, not bothering to let Natalie open her door. She quickly gets out and slams the door behind her, and you SWEAR you can see Natalie’s eye twitch. 

“Someone has an attitude today.”

You chime in, grinning at Natalie. She nods her head in agreement, rubbing her temples momentarily before entering the house behind Lottie. As you all enter the house, you swear you can feel the tension clouding the air. You walk over to Lottie, who was throwing her shoes off while sitting on the couch. Before she can stand, you take her chin in her hand, forcing her to look up at you. 

“You’ve been a bad girl. You best listen to Natty for the rest of tonight, or you’ll never hear the end of it.”

You say softly, before running a hand through her hair. She pouts slightly, poking out her bottom lip at the comment. 

“I didn’t mean to make her upset. I’m sorry. Please.”

Lottie whines quietly, hoping Natalie doesn’t hear her desperate pleads. You shake your head, hearing Natalie’s footsteps behind you. Natalie comes up to you from behind, slowly moving her hands along your hips and torso for Lottie to see. You grin, putting your hands on top of hers, guiding them to your breasts. She grunts at the contact, pressing a wet kiss just behind your ear. 

“Now you have to sit there like a good girl, and watch.”

Natalie says in a husky voice, moving her hands down to the waistband of your jeans. You swear you can hear Lottie whimper at the sight, squirming in her seat. You turn to face Natalie, gripping her hips to pull her into you. You share a long, passionate kiss; Lottie is already losing patience, her eyes glued to both pairs of hands as you grope each other. 

“Please. I didn’t mean it Natty. Don’t do this.”

Lottie whines, but Natalie chooses to ignore her. Instead, she begins to nip and lick at your neck, still holding you close by your hips. You let out a quiet moan of satisfaction, gripping Natalie’s hair as she does so. 

“Be a good girl Lot. Listen to Nat, baby.”

You say quietly, turning to face her. For a moment, you consider keeping up the tease. But god– Lottie looks so delectable when she squirms. You pull Natalie by her wrist as you sit on the couch next to Lottie, and motion for Lottie to move onto your lap. She quickly moves onto your lap, watching you and Natalie intently. You run your hands along her thighs, and spread her legs for Natalie to see. Natalie stands in front of you both, her eyes glued to Lottie’s gaze. 

“Sit still.”

Natalie utters, grabbing Lottie’s chin as you continue to touch her. Lottie shivers, and lets out a quiet moan. She loved to be bossed around. 

“Remember that this is what you wanted.”

You say quietly, rubbing your fingers gently across Lottie’s clothed crotch. She gasps slightly, arching her back into you. Natalie gets on her knees in front of you both, making quick work of Lottie’s jeans and panties. Lottie was soaked, her cunt glistening with arousal. Natalie smiles at you, before giving Lottie a kitten lick across her clit. 

“I–I’m sorry Natty. Please.”

Lottie whimpers, grabbing at Natalie’s hair to push her face further into her cunt. You quickly grab Lottie’s wrists, pinning them behind her back and into your lap. She whines in frustration, rutting her hips forward into Natalie’s face.

“Did I say you could touch me? Be a good girl and shut up.”

Natalie says, in a husky tone. Natalie runs her thumb across Lottie’s clit, rubbing slow circles repetitively. You grab at Lottie’s boob, and run your free hand down her chest and stomach. Lottie twitches, biting her lip to hold in a moan. 

“It’s okay baby. You’re doing so good for us.”

You coo, as Natalie buries her face into Lottie’s slick. She finally lets out a guttural moan, grinding her hips rhythmically. 

“Please. I’ll be so good– I-I promi–”

Lottie’s pathetic pleads are interrupted by two of Natalie’s digits pumping into her. They were fast, and Lottie’s cunt made such ungodly, wet sounds. You can’t help but moan at the friction of Lottie squirming on your lap. She writhes, grabbing at your legs for support. Lottie’s legs start to close onto Natalie’s head, which earns a quick slap on her cunt. 

“Hold her legs open.”

Natalie says hoarsely, before returning her fingers back to Lottie’s slick. She leans her head back down, running her tongue in circles on Lottie’s clit. You happily oblige, grabbing Lottie’s knees and forcing them apart. 

“I-I- PleasePlease. Mm’ sorry. Can’t take it.”

Lottie moans, leaning her head back onto your shoulder. You shush her, pressing wet kisses on her neck and shoulder. Natalie speeds up the rhythm of her fingers, clearly trying to overwhelm Lottie. 

“Shh. You’re doing so well. Let it all out.”

You say in a gentle tone, spreading her legs further for Natalie’s enjoyment. Lottie’s whole body begins to shake, and she’s so unbelievably lost in the moment. Her whines and moans become louder, and more frequent. Before she can finish, Natalie stops, wiping her mouth with her sleeve. She stands up, and looks down on Lottie. 

“Maybe next time you can cum.”

Natalie says, pushing her fingers into Lottie’s mouth before she can complain. Lottie rolls her tongue along Natalie’s soaked digits, tasting herself to the fullest extent. You press light kisses onto Lottie’s cheek, before releasing her. 

“You’re kidding.”

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[snacki3f4iry]

this song is so lottienat. PLEASE

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the last supper