#nat scatorccio thoughts

[ultrone]

just saw your hcs about fuckgirl!nat and they were so good that got me thinking... what if she fell in love with reader? how would nat convince R that she wants more than a few nights together?

⨳﹙❤️‍🩹 ♰﹚fuckgirl!nat falling in love w reader

omgg i love this thought <33 — context

at first, she'd ignore it, avoiding thinking about it altogether. she liked doing her own thing, so admitting her feelings, even to herself, wasn't her style. deep down, though, she knew. but whether she admitted it to herself or not, you didn't pay much mind, since she kept her cool as always.

then, a conflict started brewing inside her. on one side, she craved a real connection with you, but on the other, she preferred independence and shied away from commitment. sometimes, she'd ponder over it while watching you sleep peacefully beside her. but once she left your dorm, she'd throw herself into other things to keep her mind off it.

but gradually, she began showing her feelings through actions instead of words, even if she didn't intend to.

the first thing that gave it away was that she didn't call it quits with you after the two weeks mark. she brushed it off, saying she just really enjoyed being with you—sexually, of course. but who was she kidding? she didn't even last a week with the hottest girl on the hockey team.

around the third week, she started sleeping in. that was unusual for her; she usually slipped out before her fling woke up, or at least tried to. but now, she lingered, whether it was staying in bed longer or sitting by your window to smoke. whenever you woke up, she was there.

she cared about her self-image, though, so she tried not to do anything that seemed inconsistent with her usual behaviour. so even though she was doing these things, she'd play it off like, "my roommate’s being annoying these days. don’t feel like heading back if that's cool with you lol," and then end up staying over the entire week 😭

at first, whenever she noticed you were awake, she'd just leave without much conversation. but as time went on, you two started talking. it began with small talk, but then turned into long conversations. slowly, she started opening up to you, sharing things she hadn't with any of her previous flings. they weren't too personal, just stuff like her favourite songs, opinions on certain topics, even her favourite disney princess—yeah, she has one. it might've seemed trivial, but it meant something.

but alongside this, she started sending you mixed signals; sometimes she'd be affectionate and intimate, but then she'd pull away and act distant. the more she shared with you and the closer you got, the more distant she became at times. once, she didn't even come over for a whole week.

naturally, you started to worry because now you felt closer to her than ever before.

“it’s not that deep bruh, i’m just busy with homework. don’t feel like screwing tonight anyway,” she’d say. and her words stung, because you didn't see her as just a fling anymore. but maybe you misjudged her, and the rumours were true. maybe she really didn't give a shit.

so, of course, you started pulling away too. even when she tried reaching out and acting like she hadn't been a jerk, you kept your distance. you ignored her texts and calls, locked your door at night, and avoided her on campus.

eventually, she got the message and left you alone, moving on to the next person.

nat never admitted it, but after things ended between you two, she hardly felt satisfied with anyone else. she'd pretend she was, but truth be told, whenever she closed her eyes, she'd think of you. the sounds you made, the way your skin felt against hers, your hitched breaths against her ear—it was only when she thought of you that she'd climax.

she’d also remember those mornings you spent together, her fingers through your hair while you slept, stopping as soon as she felt you stir.

though there was still no contact, you couldn't help but notice her from afar. catching her staring at you often, she'd quickly look away, but it happened too frequently to be coincidental. it happened in the cafeteria, the locker room, even the library—what was she doing there anyway? she didn't even study.

it wasn't until some other girl got overly touchy and flirty with you at a party that nat finally reached out.

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natalie, nursing a cheap beer in her hand, watched with silent fury as the girl wrapped her arms around you. she cursed to herself, taking a swig of her drink to calm her nerves. it was ridiculous how possessive she felt. she knew she had no right to feel jealous since she'd never even made her thoughts known to you, but there it was–jealousy bubbling beneath the surface. angry at herself, natalie pushed through the crowd, stepping between the two of you.

"excuse me," she interrupted the interaction, the other girl stepping back in surprise. her voice held a dangerous undertone, the mocking tone replaced by a sharp edge. "she’s with me."

with a forceful grip on your arm, natalie pulled you aside, leading you towards the balcony. the cool air outside felt refreshing in comparison to the warm, stuffy atmosphere indoors. she pushed you up against the railings with little effort, standing so close that her body almost brushed up against yours. her breath hung heavy in the still air, her grip tight around your arm.

“so,” she said, her tone soft yet menacing at the same time. “are you with her?”

"so?" you retorted defiantly. "why do you even care?" your words sounded harsher than intended, but you were growing annoyed. she had ignored you and now acted possessive? no fucking way.

her grip tightened around your arm, the change of tone in her voice making her serious. "don't play dumb," she said forcefully. "just answer the question."

"i'm not playing dumb, and screw you," you said angrily, moving your hand away from her grip and pushing her away. "you treated me like shit and then acted like nothing happened, and now you're being all territorial?" you asked incredulously. "what's your fucking problem? do you have any idea how much pain you put me through when you ghosted me?"

she stepped back, surprised by your sharp words. for a few moments, she stood still, seemingly stunned by your response. her face remained expressionless, but from the quick way her gaze darted to the ground, she appeared to be caught off guard. eventually, she straightened up, a bit of coldness settling in her demeanor.

"my problem?" she replied. “you’re my fucking problem!”

"why the fuck would i be the problem?" you demanded, your voice rising slightly.

"why would you be the problem?" natalie echoed, her voice tinged with frustration. "because every damn time i try to move on, i see you everywhere. i hear you and think of those days we spent together. every time i try to just go and be with someone else, i’m always thinking of you instead."

you stood there, taken aback by natalie's raw confession. her words hung heavy in the air, punctuating the tension between you. "shit, natalie," you said, your voice softer now, your anger dissipating into a mix of frustration and empathy. "why didn't you say something? we could have talked about this."

"i couldn't," she admitted frankly, her expression softening slightly. a brief silence followed, the sound of traffic below filling the air. "i was scared," she confessed. "i've never felt this way about anyone. and you know my reputation, i don't exactly fit the 'girlfriend material' mold," she added with an ironic chuckle.

"so, i stayed away," she went on. "i convinced myself i could just stick to the usual. have a fling, move on, forget. but it never worked." there was another pause, this one lasting longer than it should. the atmosphere between you grew heavy, almost like a weight pressing down. "i’ve been trying to move on from you for so long," she confessed, "but no matter how many other people i tried to be with, no one ever measured up. nothing felt the same."

"the way i could just watch you for hours as you slept beside me, the way i always looked forward to sneaking into your dorm at night, the way my hands trembled when you touched me, or the way my heart raced every time i thought about you..."

she had to pause to gather herself, her voice starting to crack and falter as she continued. "i was scared to feel that, so i avoided it."

a heavy silence hung in the air as nat took a deep breath, finally calming down.

"then i realized," she continued, a newfound seriousness in her voice. "that no matter how many shitty one-night stands i had, no matter how many random people i tried to distract myself with, none of it mattered. i would always come back to you, to those feelings that i've tried my damn hardest to run away from."

she stepped closer, her voice lowering to a barely audible whisper.

“but now, i'm willing to put all that aside, because i know what i want."

as nat finished speaking, her words hanging in the charged air between you, she closed the distance between you with a determined step. without hesitation, she reached up, gently cupped your face in her hands, and pressed her lips softly against yours. the kiss was tender yet full of the intensity of her emotions, conveying everything she couldn't put into words. you couldn’t resist returning the kiss, missing the familiar taste of her lips, like cheap beer and cigarettes. as she pulled you closer by the waist, you wrapped your arms around her neck.

"i want you," she continued after breaking the kiss, her voice firmer and more certain. "i want to be with you. i know i haven't treated you fairly, i know i've made a lot of mistakes, but i promise i'm willing to change all that."

you looked into her eyes, searching for any signs of dishonesty, but found none. “if you ever hurt me, i swear i’ll fucking kill you, natalie,” you said seriously. "i'm not just a toy for you to play with, do you understand?"

"i'm never going to hurt you," she replied softly, her hands still gently caressing your waist. "i know i've been a jerk, i know i've been distant, but trust me, i'm not going to do that again. not when you mean this much to me," she said sincerely.

"you mean it?" you asked, feeling the tension in your chest release as you saw the honesty in her eyes. "you're not going to disappear like you did last time?"

"i promise i will never break your trust again," she said solemnly. this time, her words sounded more genuine, as if she believed them herself. she tightened her grip on your waist and continued, "from now on, i’ll always be upfront with you, no matter how messy or hard it gets. i won't give you any more mixed signals."

“well, looks like i’ve gotta believe you now,” you said, suppressing a smile. “i'm ready to trust you again; let's just hope it works out this time.”

the two of you stood in silence for a while, soaking in the moment and each other's presence. you couldn't help but notice the faint smile on natalie's face, as if she was just as relieved as you were to be together again. then, she finally broke the silence.

"so, does that mean you’re my girlfriend now?" she asked, a playful smile spreading across her face.

“all yours,” you replied, pulling her into a deep kiss, which she eagerly returned.

[before-it-felt-like-a-sin]

Need to make out with Natalie to fade into you, like, I’m not letting that travnat breakup claim that song 😡

Like imagine her driving you home from a party and you’re both a little drunk, and you beg her to let you have the aux and she’s like ‘fine fine…’ and you put on that song, and she giggles as you sing along and everything. She then suddenly pulls over just to kiss you, and then that turns to making out… she doesn’t even care that the song is on repeat she’s just so in love :(

(totally wouldn’t mind a mini fic/blurb on this concept…..)

also btw good luck for college!!! you’re gonna do great 💕💕

Fade in to You

Ooooh yes (but I don't condone drunk driving so you're both sober)

Also thank you!! I hope I do lmao <3

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"Nat! Just let me play one song! Just one, I swear, and then we can go back to listening to whatever this shit is," you beg, giving your best puppy eyes. Not that she was paying much attention.

"Fine, okay, whatever. One song. That's it. And my music isn't "shit", by the way." She rolls her eyes, handing her phone out to you. By this point, you've earned the rights to her password, so it's easy to navigate to Spotify and cue up the song you want.

As soon as it starts playing, you begin humming along.

"I wanna hold the hand inside you," you sing softly, reaching out for Nat's hand. You knew it was extremely corny, but you couldn't help it. Not with her.

She rolls her eyes but takes your hand anyways, still keeping her eyes on the road. You keep singing, getting more exaggerated as the song goes on. At this point, you're waiting for her to break and start laughing. What you're not expecting, is for her to pull the car off the road and into a grocery store parking lot.

"Nat-?"

Before you can even finish your sentence, she leans over the center console and kisses you. It's soft and sweet, and after a moment she pulls away to look you in the eyes.

"Fucking idiot," she says, and kisses you again. It starts off like the first, slow and gentle, before she's slipping her tongue into your mouth. It's still sweet, but rougher. More Natalie.

You practically melt, wrapping your arms around the back of her neck as she kisses you. One of her hands cups your cheek as the other one tangles into your hair.

The two of you stay like that for what seems like hours, just lost in each other, until you inevitably have to pull away to breathe.

"So I'm guessing you like my song more than you thought you were going to, huh?"

"Yeah, it was the song that I liked. Nothing else." She buckles back in and starts the car back up before intertwining your fingers again. You just grin stupidly from the passenger seat, and don't make a move to change the song at all.

[thatgayb1tchwhosimps4her]

Yo so these are head-cannons from this thot a while ago.

Also the internet has come back, hopefully long term (never ever been this happy before), but enjoy for now xxx

*****

transmasc Van and Nat btw (I LOVE THEM!!!)

*****

Was definitely way too into it at the time to notice wtf you were doing.

Continues to not know about it until she goes on there later (Callie set her up on it, of which you did not know).

"Y/n……. What is this?" "Uhhhhhhh nothing, just a BeReal." "I can see that sweet thing, but who else is in it?"

You know you're fucked regardless of how you respond.

That's pretty much all I can think of honestly (I'm out here tryna keep yall fed, sorry).

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Again, was probably way too into it at the time to notice.

Then she looks over your shoulder later on, while you're sat together watching TV.

"Watcha got there, love, hmmm?" "Nothinggggg" "Nothing huh, well if it's nothing can I see it?" "Nooooooooo"

Somehow ends up getting her hands on it (definitely did not chase you around to try and grab your phone, and/or tickle you when you wouldn't give up). "Oh?"

Honestly kinda flustered at first (even though she probably has no idea how it works).

Then makes it her screensaver for like a week, until someone accidently picks up her phone.

Poor baby gets so scared that someone's seen it, and changes it back to a more PG photo of the two of you.

100% gets a lesbian spider sense and looks up JUST as you post it.

But doesn't say anything until way after, when she somehow gets her hands on it.

"Baby, I love you, but I swear to god, if people find that and use it as a reason to not elect me, I will be mad." "Oooooooooh, maybe I like it when you're mad 😏." "Y/NNNNN!!!"

You end up taking it down after a couple hours (idk if you can do that, I haven't used BeReal in ages), cause you don't wanna actually make her mad.

Again that's pretty much it, idk.

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This boy has no idea wtf BeReal is or how it works, but is definitely a little curious about it.

Honestly like extremely flustered by it when he finds it while looking on your phone for something (idk, like something you asked him to look at or grab from it).

"I'm not mad about it, it's actually kinda cool, but outta curiosity, how many people are gonna see that?" "I don't know." "Wha- how can you not- HOW MANY PEOPLE ARE YOU FRIENDS WITH?!"

Poor baby boy is very confused, but it's okay, he's cool with it.

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The most smug motherfucker on earth when he finds it.

But then again honestly doesn't really give much of a shit.

But also 100% screenshotted it and sent it from your phone to his and looks at it alllllllllllll the fucking time may of masturbated to it once or twice when you weren't there 🤫.

Definitely makes it his screensaver too like Lottie, but has no shame about it whatsoever.

Not really got much else to say other then that honestly, but they speak for themselves, baby boy Nat has no shame whatsoever.

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A little confused by it, like the whole sorta aspect of it, like "Why do people have to know everything about what people are doing?"

SAYS THE FUCKING STALKER/KIDNAPPER! anyways......

Defo hacks into your phone later on while you're asleep (cause that's just so much more fun then just taking it and unlocking it or whatever).

And also definitely stares at it for like an hour straight (that babygirl is such a freak and a perv, but it's okay, we love her for it).

Let's just say poor baby boy Caligula gets demoted to home screen, and then she changes it around, and he gets bumped back up to lock screen.

As much as Misty loves you, the photo, and just the whole aspect of the situation, she doesn't wanna loose her job for unprofessionalism.

*****

-Harlow

[27spoons]

i think the most unrealistic part of yellowjackets is that the girls haven't experimented with each other

like wdym

ur trapped in the middle of nowhere with no connection to civilization

odds are ur gonna die

everyone on the team is objectively hot asf ok (cue that one deleted line of nat saying that they all have nice tits or something like that)

I DOUBT jackie and travis were the only virgins. like ur telling me no one else is like "I can't die a virgin"???????

yall saw how horny mari and nat were on DAY 3. for TRAVIS. ur telling me by winter they arent more unhinged???? bffr

like you cant tell me that almost every relationship in the teen timeline is borderline homoerotic and only two of the girls have canonically boned

in conclusion: yall have literally eaten ppl. go down on each other. u guys r always fighting. like goddamn. if u just fucked already maybe u would stop

[moonagedaydreamsofrhiannon]

Perhaps the wilderness in Yellowjackets is not just a symbol of death. Perhaps it is also—in its own way—freedom.

In the wilderness, Lottie didn’t have to hide her visions for fear of being called crazy. She was exalted as a leader and a prophet. But when she returned, they called her crazy and locked her up.

In the wilderness, Misty didn’t have to be ashamed of her intensity and eccentricity. She was helpful, she was needed, she was important. But when she returned, they called her a freak and exiled her once again.

In the wilderness, Tai didn’t have to pretend to be something she’s not. Her other self was not a weakness but a strength, it gave her power, and kept her alive. But when she returned she had to suppress her urges and hide her other self, or lose everything.

In the wilderness, Shauna didn’t have to be small, and hide the fire inside her. She was angry, and violent, and powerful. But when she returned, she was forced back into a supporting role, forced to contain her darkness and her drive in order to fit a role she never wanted to play.

In the wilderness, Travis didn’t have to put on an act to fit the societal expectations of masculinity. He was feminine, and emotional, and soft—not the man of the group, but just another Yellowjacket in the hive. But when he returned, he was forced back into the cage—back into the closet—isolated, hardened, closed off and separated from the girls once more.

In the wilderness, Natalie didn’t have to feel guilty for surviving. She was the hunter, the provider, and the gun in her hands made her a savior, and a leader, not a killer. But when she returned, she was a killer once again, haunted by guilt, and outcast by society for the things she did to stay alive.

The wilderness gave them the freedom to be their truest and most authentic selves, but the cost was the blood spilled. The cost was their old selves. The cost was a place in the world upon their return.

Maybe the wilderness did not destroy them; it simply changed them into something new, something irrevocably different, something that would never—could never—fit back inside the narrow box of their old lives, and because they could no longer fit, society called them broken.

The wilderness freed them, but it never let them go. Because once you’ve tasted flesh and blood, once you’ve stared death in the face and overcame, once you’ve been to the very brink and seen the true depth of your own capacity for violence, once all the former markers of morality and success have become meaningless, in a world where survival at all costs is the only law, how can you ever go back to a world ruled by pointless, hollow, conventions? Once you’ve shed every remnant of your humanity, once you’ve run with the wolves, and howled at the moon, and become one with the ancient wild gods, how can you ever be a human again? Once you’ve had a taste of complete freedom, how can you ever be satisfied with a fake, insignificant, half-life, made up entirely of half-truths and haunting?

[washthatheartoutwithsoapy]

I love how Shauna and Mari turned Nat into angry annoyed mom, and Mari's just like, 'B-but she started it-!'

This is so fucking funny to me.

[natsredbra]

Lights, camera…oh

summary: making a sex tape with nat

warnings: modern!collage!au, smut/what plot, n!receiving, filming- obviously, bondage, strap referred to as cock/dick, afab!reader but no pronouns, very crude, I’m sorry if there’s anything else and i forgot it

a/n: this is a complete ovulation thought and is probably bad but i know you’re all a bunch of freaks anyway soo…also anon who requested the sister paxton fic/ oneshot, it’ll likely be out tomorrow. english isn’t my first language!!

word count: 1.7k

“And you wanna do this how?” You asked, a bit skeptical to her bright idea

“Well we could just like- set up a phone or hold it. It’s fine if you don’t want to, I’ve just thought about it for a while, so…” She said with uncertainty

You thought for a moment, your eyes narrowed as you looked at her. “Okay.” Slipped from your lips, your shit eating grin growing more and more as you thought about it.

At first you sure were hesitant, making a video like that was extremely risky, and it made you a bit queasy, knowing you’d be able to watch yourself in your most vulnerable state, as well as the fact that it could be a bit uncomfortable, managing a phone while you dicked your girl down. But honestly, it also seemed very hot. Just the thought of being able to watch all of it back while she was in class or at work was indeed more than appealing.

“Uh, really? Oh, cool! You wanna do it right now?” She stammered, almost bubbling with excitement, as much as she tried to hide it.

“I mean- sure. You want me to spruce up a little or something?” You asked, a little nervous

“No no, you’re perfect.” She said, before hurrying into your shared bedroom to get her phone, and a few other things.

After a minute or two she came back with the device, as well as a sleek black bullet vibrator, lube and your famous and beloved strap, along with her very favorite dildo. She prefers girth over length, you learned on your fifth or sixth date a couple years ago, when she begged you to stuff a fourth finger into her already very stretched hole.

“Okay so first we can just- put it there and later if we wanna do a close up or something we can pick it up.” She explained, already setting the phone down.

As she did, she walked over to where you sat on the couch, sitting beside you. “Don’t stress, okay? We can stop anytime if you want.” She said, though she didn’t have the chance to say much before you leaned in, pressing a slow kiss to her lips.

It was passionate, a bit of tongue and no roughness of your teeth. In seconds you found yourself leading her to wrap her legs around your hips as you softly pushed her down onto your sofa, which was thankfully for this endeavor- leather.

The feeling of her lips on yours was familiar, yet strangely exciting every time. You cupped one side of her face while you disconnected your lips from hers for a moment. You did it to catch your breath, but when you looked down at her flushed form, it was gone again. Your lips started trailing her jawline as her fingers tangled in your hair, pulling it softly (for now, at least).

“You feel so good.” She breathed out, desperately trying to hold on to any thread of dignity she had left.

“Say it louder for the camera, baby.” You mumbled teasingly, smirking against the column of her neck.

She mewled under you, already rocking her hips upwards. She never was patient, always wanting to get to it right away, but it just made it funner for you to tease her. You finally pushed her shirt up, delivering a sloppy, open mouthed kiss to her stomach before pulling it all the way off. She looked beautiful, really- already fucked out, even though you barely touched her.

“Fuck, stop teasing.” She panted above you, which was very much in vain.

You climbed back up, giving her a chaste kiss and slipping your thigh between her legs, also swallowing her little whimper.

“That good huh?” You teased against her lips

Natalie shamelessly ground upwards, chasing the friction that your leg was providing, so she was very much unable to answer.

“Sit up.” You instructed, biting your lip and moving over so you weren’t in the shot, and-

Oh.

Oh.

She realized exactly what you were planing, doing as she was told and teasingly dragging her sweatpants down. Her lower half was the part of her body the camera now caught, and she seemed to take control of it perfectly.

“Spread those legs, c’mon.” You said, brushing some hair out of her face.

Safe to say, she did part them, showing off a ridiculously big wet patch on her white cotton panties. You shot her a small nod for permission to take those off too. She dragged them down her legs oh so slowly, revealing her puffy pussy, which was directly facing the camera. The erotic sight made your mouth water, so you barely noticed that she threw her underwear somewhere across the room.

“Play with it a little, show me how much you want it.” You said in a low tone, and practically witnessed all her breath leaving her lungs.

She didn’t need to be told twice, her hand traveling south to spread her lips, rubbing her clit in slow, taunting motions. You cursed under your breath- sure, you wanted to tease her for longer, but it was becoming too much for you as well. So you got on your knees, pressing hot kisses to her thighs. Soon enough, you pressed a small one to her clit, making the girl suck in a sharp breath, and you shoot her a mocking glance.

“You’re such a good girl, Nat.” You spoke, inches away from her heat

“Oh, uh- thank- thank you.” She stammered, it was obvious that words weren’t her best bet right now.

However, you did decide to stop agonizing her, dwelling your tongue across her, licking up her wetness. Your lips found her clit, nipping the bud before wrapping your lips around it. Your tongue traced it softly as your middle finger poked and prodded at her inviting hole, just begging to be inside of it. She seemed to think so too, jerking her hips in order to get more and more.

You finally entered her, dragging your digit across her and curling it up inside her sweet spot. You could already feel her walls fluttering around you- but you weren’t gonna let it happen so easily. The second your ministrations stopped she let out a pathetic whine in protest

“Oh you know you’ll get what you want, do you really wanna cum before the fun even starts?” You asked, looking up at her, to which she shook her head and gave you an eye roll.

“Okay, then be good and lay down again.” You said, hovering on top of her immediately, guiding her hand to your belt, which she unhooked. She probably thought you would just take off your jeans and scissor her to death. Wrong.

You straddled her as you pulled your belt out of the loops, leaning down to tie her hands. She let out a soft gasp as you tightened it.

“Keep ‘em above your head, not much you can do anyway.” You said with a chuckle, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips.

Over at the coffee table, right next to her phone rested the forementioned vibrator that you grabbed, bringing it to Nat’s quivering pussy and dragging it across the sweet folds. She’s usually not loud or all that whiny, but right now is a different story.

Under you, she made the prettiest sounds you’d ever heard from her. Her hair was mussed up and eyeliner smudged, making her look even more fuckable. Not that she wasn’t- almost always.

“I want you so bad. Fuck Y/N, I need your strap, now.” She whimpered, breathing heavily.

You chuckled softly- how could you deny her anything? She was definitely too cute to resist, and honestly- you wanted to see her ruined.

So you swiftly went off camera again, slipping your the harness on and tightening it. She was sprawled across the couch, rubbing her thighs together for any hope of friction.

You got back, hovering on top of her, before you could even ask her anything she nodded in encouragement, raising her head to kiss your lips.

“Tell me to stop whenever.” You reassured firmly, knowing it most likely will not happen.

The tip of the purple dildo finally entered her, and she seemed to be ecstatic, as if she’d been hungry for years and you were her first meal. It didn’t take long for you to start thrusting into her just the was she liked it- slow and hard. You reached for the phone, now filming her close up.

You were almost too excited for future you, getting to watch this when she was away, and sending her a little text about it so she couldn’t stop thinking of you. But hey- live in the now, right? And the now is fucking amazing.

Since you were focused on recording, she was fucking herself onto your cock, aching to rub her abandoned clit as her pleasure grew. You could see it in her face- her half lidded eyes and slack jaw.

Pointing the camera down, you caught, on video, Natalie Scatorccio’s cunt hungrily taking all of your thick dick and getting drunk on it. Her pussy was making obscene wet sounds, chasing its twisted pleasure. Taking the almost forgotten vibe, you placed it down on her clit, finally earning an honest to god moan from her. Recorded it too.

“Pl- please please, I’m so close-“ She stammered out desperately, sounding genuinely scared for you to not let her finish. Now, you let the video focus on her face while she looked right at it. Jesus fucking Christ.

“Go on baby, cum for me” You spoke above her, witnessing her face contort in pleasure just seconds after.

And you wouldn’t let out, you fucked her right through it, probably rougher then the whole time. After she rode out her high, you pointed the camera way down again, slipping your strap out of her fucked out pussy- seeing at actually drip. You filmed it winking and stuttering for a few more seconds before cutting the tape off, unbuckling the harness, as well as your belt that was around her wrists and laying on top of her.

“That was fucking amazing.” Nat spoke out in a rough, raspy voice

“Yeah, really fun. Maybe you should do me next time, even it out.” You joked, nuzzling your head into her barely covered chest- mind you, apart from your belt, you were fully clothed whereas she, apart from her bra, was completely naked

“Hm, that’d be nice huh? But uh- Chipotle first?” She asked

“Yeah. Sure.”

[honestlynervousnut]

Firm is the neck that wears the necklace or whatever...

[kessellluvr]

nat would be the kind of person to tell you to sit the fuck down on her face :3 - MDNI

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“dont be shy now.” nat rasps, her voice laced with that monotone hint from all the smoking. her short nails dug into the plush of your hips as she pulled you down to sit on her face. her lips pressed against your dripping cunt, parting to lick a long stripe up to the hood of your clit. “hmm..” you could her hear moan against you, before she went all in, tounge flat on your hole as she ate you out all the way. god.. her motel neighbours could hear your moans, your hand fisted her hair as your thighs squished around her head <3 soon your hips started rocking back and forth, your clit bumping against nat’s nose which got you even closer to cumming :3

i was just thinking about this >_< i pinky promise that im dropping something bigger!!

[sophiesbf]

they were dating look how they look at each other they're in love that's beautiful

[ultrone]

thoughts on fuckgirl!nat? 👀

she’s very laid-back and mysterious, she has this sort of “enigmatic" presence that draws people in, but she always maintains a distance and only reveals her true self to a few ppl.

when she connects w someone romantically, it’s very intense and all-consuming, but she struggles with commitment due to her fear of losing her freedom. so, her relationships are very passionate but very short.

due to that, she has gained a reputation on campus; pretty much everyone knows that she doesn’t give a shit, and that she tends to leave a trail of broken hearts.

despite this, many girls and boys still take a chance, hoping to be the exception. unfortunately, it usually ends up as a short-lived fling or outright rejection.

she loses interest quickly and tends to ghost after fucking a couple of times.

she also tends to ghost when things get too routinary or she starts to develop feelings.

she's not a complete asshole, though. sure, she struggles with commitment and disappears 90% of the time, but she's very chill and respectful. she wouldn't cross any boundaries or push you into anything you're uncomfortable with.

however, if any of her flings say “i love you,” she’ll literally say something like “oh lmao” and disappear IMMEDIATELY 😭😭

she adheres to the bro code; if you've been involved with one of her friends before, she'll steer clear.

her wardrobe consists of worn band t-shirts, ripped jeans, and a variety of vintage leather jackets.

wears lots of rings and silver jewelry.

probably has a bunch of piercings.

"just got a lip piercing. wanna taste it?"

she’s very unpredictable. sometimes she’ll be very energetic n give you lots of attention, but then she might ghost u for days at a time. eventually, she'll reach out again as if nothing had happened.

your best bet is to just go with the flow and play it cool, as if mirroring her actions. if you start complaining, she might lose interest and disappear for good.

she'll text you 'wyd' at 3 am, and if you respond, she'll be there asap, filling your room with the scent of tobacco and cologne.

by the time you wake up, she's already gone.

[before-it-felt-like-a-sin]

omg okay I have a hurt/comfort request (I loooove all your writing btw 💕💕)

So reader goes with Tai and Van on the expedition south, and ends up with a leg scratch, however they hide it whilst helping Van back, because it’s ‘less important’.

When half the group arrives back to tell the others that Van is injured they go out instantly, Nat sorta notices the readers slow pace but didn’t think much of it.

Once they’re all back at the cabin and watching Van get patched up, the reader sits down, deathly pale from blood loss, Nat realises something is really wrong and she’s worried sick 😣

She gets you to admit to you leg wound and rolls up your jeans to see how bad it is and her face visibly drops. Reader prepares themselves for harshness but Nat is so sweet and gentle and worried, she can’t even comprehend scolding.

Nat bandages the wound and comforts the readers pain so sweetly, (being like “I know, I know it hurts, I’m nearly done”) and gets her to bed etc, reader falls asleep with her head in Nats lap

It's Gonna Be Okay, Baby

Summary: Your explorative trip ended worse than imagined, and your girlfriend helps patch you up.

Warnings: canon typical depictions of violence, injury, and mentions of death (nobody dies dw), mentions of nausea and vomiting, mentions of passing out

Thank you anon, for the compliment! It means a lot :)

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You stood in the cabin, alone with Natalie as the rest of the girls stood outside, waiting to send everyone off.

"Y/n, please. Stay here. I want you here." Natalie was practically begging you, but you'd already made up your mind. You were going. Going wit Tai and Van and the others. You had to.

"I'm going with them. Taissa's finally doing something, and I'm not leaving her. I know that you can't go, that you have to find food for the others. But this is my way of helping. You can see that, right?" You take her hands in yours, squeezing them gently.

"They'll be fine without you, please. I'm sure they'll be alright. I just-" She inhales, composing herself. "I just want to make sure that you'll be safe."

"I will. But I'm going to be safe out there, finding help. I have to do this."

For a moment, it looks like she's going to keep arguing, that defiant look still in her eyes. But she softens after a moment, nodding. She knows that this is important to you, that you want to do what you can for the good of everyone. That didn't make the fact that you were leaving her hurt any less.

You almost say it for the first time. I love you. The words are on the tip of your tongue. They have been ever since you crashed, ever since you kissed that first time in the middle of the night, both of you unable to sleep. The two of you'd been dancing around romance for months, and it took a goddammed plane crash to get you to admit your feelings.

Instead, you opted for silence and a hug tighter than any you'd given her before. You hoped that it conveyed everything you were thinking.

I love you. I need you. I promise everything will be alright. I'll be back.

She hugged back, hands grasping at the back of your t-shirt. When you pulled away from the hug, she looked at you for a moment, seemingly drinking you in. Like she wanted to commit every part of you to memory.

The two of you walked outside, Natalie trailing behind you. Tai and the others who decided to come with her were already in the midst of saying goodbyes. Van comes up to hug Natalie, and you move to find Shauna and Lottie.

Lottie finds you first, pulling you in for a tight hug.

"Stay safe, okay? I don't have the best feeling about you leaving." She sounds genuinely terrified, and you squeeze your arms around her reassuringly.

"We'll be fine, Lot. Nothing's going to happen to us." You release her from the hug, and spot Shauna a few feet away.

She gives a small smile as you approach, and you return the look. Unlike Lottie, she doesn't say anything, just gives you a quick hug. Shauna's never been overly sappy or sentimental, but you know she loves you.

Once everyone had said their goodbyes, you turned to start your trek south. Before you can fully leave the clearing, Nat grabs your wrist to pull you into another hug. It doesn't say as much as the one you shared inside the cabin, since everyone was around. But you felt the love in it nonetheless.

When she pulled away, you give her another quick smile and turn to follow the rest of the group. You don't want to be too far behind.

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In front of you, Tai and Van chattered on about horror movies and the bone necklace Lottie gave to Van. You couldn't help but feel jealous that your own girlfriend wasn't there. Not that there was any solid confirmation from either of them that they were together, but you knew. They were always sneaking off together, always glued to the hip, always coming back from foraging with puffy lips and messed up hair. It was endearing, in a way.

Part of you wanted to be upset that Taissa hadn't at least told you about the relationship, but it wasn't like you had revealed to her your own sexuality, let alone your relationship with Nat. So you let it slide. Everyone was entitled to their own secrets.

With Taissa occupied by Van, and Mari and Akilah being attached at the hip, that left you with Misty to talk to or to be alone with your thoughts. You chose the latter. Not that you disliked Misty, but she could be a lot to deal with sometimes. You were already preoccupied enough, you didn't need to end up snapping at Misty and have everyone pissy at you.

So, you walked alone with your thoughts. Thoughts about what might happen on this trip, thoughts about what Lottie was saying earlier about having a "bad feeling". But mostly, you thought about Nat and what she might be doing right now. Hunting, probably. She didn't do much else. She could be talking to Shauna, or more likely Lottie, or even Coach. It was a little upsetting knowing that she wasn't here with you, but you also knew she had a responsibility to the rest of the team. She was their hunter, even if there wasn't much to hunt anymore.

All of a sudden, you felt your foot catch on something and you lurch forward, stumbling right into Van. Luckily, she catches you, and she's laughing.

"God, fuck, I'm an idiot. I wasn't watching where I was going. Sorry, Van." By now, you're smiling, too, and you can hear giggles from behind you.

"You didn't twist your ankle, did you? It'd kind of suck if someone had to be your crutch until we found civilization," she joked, clearly not upset at all.

you right yourself and do a quick assessment, noting that everything felt and looked fine. "I think I'm good. I'll pay more attention, promise."

With that, you all continued on for a couple more hours before the sun began to set. Mari and Misty started a fire, and everyone else just sat around the firepit, getting warm and comfortable. Well, as comfortable as you can get in the middle of the woods.

After a few beats of silence, Van starts to tell everyone the plot of some rom-com that she had watched. It was entertaining to hear about, especially since you hadn't seen a movie in months, and the one she wad describing was one you hadn't watched. She rattled on for was probably twenty to thirty minutes. Not that you had much sense of time out here, especially at night.

Then, you heard it. Wolves. Everyone froze for a moment, remembering Coach Ben's words from months ago.

"Wolves are scared of humans. Plus, they sound pretty far away. No one has to worry," Tai assured everyone, her words sounding so firm nothing could convince you that they weren't true.

"You know who does have to worry? Our girl Sandy." Van quickly goes back to her retelling of the movie, and you relax a bit. By the time she finishes explaining the plot, everyone seems ready to go to sleep. You volunteer to take first watch, knowing it would be easier for you to stay awake rather than have to wake up later.

As everyone else fell asleep, you sat with your thoughts. It started to hit you that this might not have been your best idea, but it was too late to back out now. You missed Natalie, you missed the warmth of all the other girls in the cabin, you missed feeling at least a little bit safe. You honestly wished you were still trekking through the woods, because at least then everyone would be awake.

Taking a deep breath, you try to calm your racing nerves. Everything was fine. You were doing this to find help, and you weren't going to go back empty-handed. They needed you. Natalie needed you.

So you watched, and you waited, and you stayed awake until it physically felt impossible for you not to fall asleep. When you knew you couldn't keep your eyes open much longer, you gently shook Taissa awake.

"Tai... Taissa, wake up. It's your turn." She barely moved, and you were surprised. It wasn't that Tai was normally a light sleeper, but if someone intended to wake her up, it was never this difficult. You knew that, often sharing a room with her, both for away games and sleepovers.

"Taissa. Tai." With that, she finally woke up, still a bit groggy.

"Sorry, Tai, really. But I can't stay awake any longer."

She just stares at you for a moment before slowly sitting up, nodding as she does. It almost feels as if you're back home, waking her up for breakfast at one of your many sleepovers. Almost.

You shoot her a grateful smile and curl up on the ground, begging for sleep to take you. It does, quickly, and you're relieved for that.

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The next morning, everyone wakes up only a bit worse for wear. Dirt on the arms, hair messy, mouths tasting like shit. Not much you can do now, but it's still a slight annoyance.

It doesn't take much to get everyone moving, the promise of finding help nudging you along. The morning goes by largely uneventfully, a little less chatter and a little slower than yesterday, but you move.

That is, until you find the dark red stream. The water honestly just looks brown to you, but Van's paranoia about Lottie's dream isn't helpful for morale, but neither is Taissa's outburst. Sometimes you wonder how the two of them could possibly fit together the way that they do, but somehow it works.

The afternoon brings a little more tension, now tired and already grumpy. No one is talking, save for Misty, and it's honestly driving you a bit insane. But you suck it up and smile, trying to bring everyone's mood up, at least a bit.

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You take first watch again tonight, to avoid a fight between Tai and Van on who should get to sleep first. It largely goes the same as the night before, trying to stay awake as long as you can to help the girls to sleep for longer, waking Tai up before falling dead asleep.

It's only about an hour later when it happens. First, of course, you hear Van's screams. It takes a moment to process what's going on, and when you do, you immediately jump into action with the others. Fighting off the wolves. You don't know how long you're like that before Taissa appears, finally scaring them away, but by then it's too late.

Van's dead.

Building the pyre, you almost feel numb. Nothing is going on inside your head, except for mild grief at the loss of a friend. So, it's no surprise that you don't notice the large gash on your upper thigh. The adrenaline coursing through you blocks away the pain.

When you do notice, it's an easy decision to cover it up. You'd be fine, it wasn't that bad. Honestly, it barely hurt. That's what you told yourself, anyways.

So, you change your pants before Van's makeshift funeral.

"Really?" Van chokes awake, sputtering on her own blood. "Fire?"

In an Instant, Taissa is hysterical, and everyone is moving Van off of the lit pyre. Part of you is relieved, the other terrified.

Misty helps Taissa to wrap Van's face as best as possible, and you again forget about the pain in your leg. When you start moving back to the cabin, you can barely feel it, you're so focused on getting Van back alive.

"Just leave me here to die." It hits you like a punch to the gut, and you can't imagine how it feels for Tai.

"No. We're getting you back there." Taissa is firm, and you're grateful for her. When she tells the four of you to go on, you do it.

In hindsight, you aren't even sure how you managed to make it back. Your jeans were soaked with blood, a combination of both yours and Van's.

You practically collapse into Natalie when you see her, only managing to get out "Van," before trying to drag her into the woods. Luckily, Misty and Akilah seem to be more eloquent, explaining to the rest of the Yellowjackets what happened.

It doesn't take long for everyone to get moving, wasting no time in trying to find Taissa and Van.

"Van!"

"Tai!"

"Taissa!"

You join in on the yelling, trying to keep up with everyone else. your leg is beginning to really hurt now, but you force yourself to keep pushing. Van needs you.

"Is she okay? She's limping," Natalie asks Akilah, voice low, as if she doesn't want you to hear.

"She tripped the other day, it might just be because of that. I'm sure she's fine." Suddenly, you're grateful for your fall. You didn't need someone freaking out over you instead of Van.

It isn't long after that you find them, curled up together on the forest floor. Taissa looks determined, more determined than she ever has before. And Van looks horrible. But with the help of Shauna and Natalie, she stands enough to drag her back to the cabin.

The stitches are the worst part. Everyone holding her down, the screams. You want to cover your ears and cry, but you don't. You hold Van down as she gets her stitches, and when she's done, you all but collapse on the floor.

Natalie comes to sit next to you, wrapping her arm around your shoulder.

"Hey. Are you okay? I noticed that you were limping earlier. And you've got blood all over you." She looks concerned, but you brush her off.

"It's Van's. And I tripped the other day." Neither thing was a lie, but it definitely wasn't the truth either.

"Y/n, seriously. You're pale as shit, you're limping. Just let me check your leg, okay?" She looks at you, and you immediately cave. It's easier to just pull off your pants, and by this point everyone has seen your underwear anyway.

She looks genuinely terrified, and you brace yourself for harshness, for "I told you so" or "Why wouldn't you say anything?" or "How could you be so stupid?"

Instead, Natalie softens, looking more worried than you'd ever seen her, save for the plane crash. She inspects the gash, noting the length and depth of it. You don't want to look, knowing how ugly it had looked before, sure it was worse now.

"Shit, fuck, okay. Relax, I'm going to get Misty or Akilah, and they can sew it up for you. It's gonna be okay, baby." She squeezes your hand softly before finding Akilah and the same needle and thread used on Van. She also brings water, and a stick for you to bite down on.

You take the water gratefully, sipping it slowly. The blood loss is making you dizzy and nauseous. While passing out could be a blessing when getting stitches, vomiting wouldn't be.

Nat sits beside you again, holding your hand as Akilah starts the stitches. You cry out, gripping Natalie's hand tightly.

"Shh, it's okay, it's going to be fine, you've got this." She keeps whispering soft, reassuring words to you, and you've never been more grateful for her in your life.

The stitches make you feel ten times worse, and it takes all your strength not to lose consciousness. You focus on Natalie next to you, trying to match her slow, steady breathing. It helps a little, and so does the fact that she's still telling you how strong you are, how amazing you're doing.

Finally, Akilah finishes, and you breathe a sigh of relief.

"You should wrap it up with a clean bandage," Akilah says to Natalie, and you know she means with a strip of cloth. Nat nods, grabbing one of her own t-shirts and ripping a strip from it.

"I'm gonna have to touch it, I'm sorry." She genuinely looks so sad, but you're grateful for the help.

"No, it's okay." When she hears you, she just nods again before wrapping the cloth around the wound. You wince, but the sting is mild compared to all that you'd been through in the past 24 hours.

Nat sits next to you again, and you're so exhausted that you don't care who sees you. You lie your head in Natalie's lap, and she immediately starts running her hand over your hair. It's nice, soft and intimate, something not readily available in the Wilderness. You drink all of it in, the way her thighs feel under your head, the way her hand feels on your hair.

"I love you." The words are firm, like they're the realest thing in this place. You feel Natalie's breath hitch for a second, but you don't have time to worry about what it could mean.

"I love you too." She leans down to press a kiss to your temple, and you swear this is heaven.

It doesn't take long after that to fall asleep, feeling safer than you have in months.

[shaunamilfman]

yellowjackets + affection headcanons

pairing: Shauna Shipman x r, Jackie Taylor x r, Lottie Matthews x r, Natalie Scatorccio x r note: seperatelyyyyy.

Shauna Shipman

very subtle demonstrations of affection. she’s definitely not a fan of over-the-top displays of PDA, preferring to express her feelings through her actions. show, don’t tell type.

does a lot of small things like making your favorite meal, leaving you little notes, and letting you pick what to watch even if it’s not your turn.

a lot of what she does isn’t especially romantic in nature, though it’s not to say that she doesn’t have her moment, but it’s always demonstrative that you’re special to her in some way or another.

very clingy, but not necessarily in public. she really likes to sit flush against you on the couch, the entirety of her side pressed against yours as she rests her head against yours. 

she’s a big fan of just laying together, even if you’re not necessarily intending on going to sleep. running her fingers across your skin absentmindedly as you lay together on the couch.

gives you compliments almost as if they’re an afterthought, but they’re always so sincere that you know she’s put actual thought into them even if she pretends otherwise.

drunk Shauna or jealous Shauna is all over you, though. she sees someone breathe in your direction and nearly jumps the couch to get over to you.

she’s so protective of you, even over the smallest things. imagined injustices are too much for her. tell her Nat was mean to you in a dream, and her ass is glaring at her the next time she sees her.

she’s always watching you in one way or another. sometimes it’s because she's being possessive, but she mostly just likes to know that you’re okay. any time you’re separated at the same event, you can relax knowing Shauna knows exactly where you are at any moment.

Shauna Shipman will not forget a date. she knows every milestone of your relationship and could list off the day they happened. she’s kind of cheating because her ass is going straight home and writing in her journal about it the day it happens, so she can always check back to the date.

Jackie Taylor

likes to make your life easier any way she can. unfortunately, Jackie’s ideas of what would make your life easier aren’t always exactly true. but she’s trying, and that’s the important part, right? sure, you spent twenty minutes trying to figure out how she reorganized your kitchen, but she did it with love.

queen of PDA. she’s all over you all the time. her ass will climb you like a tree in public. absolutely does not understand that there’s a time and a place for all that, but who would want her to?

always, always, always holding your hand. tries to pull your hand off the wheel at every single stoplight because it’s been sooooo long. kisses your cheek any time you’ve done anything that made her even the slightest bit happy, or also just because. she’s not picky.

no one on Earth will talk you up more than Jackie Taylor. she’s showering you with compliments, both to your face and to anyone who will listen to her talk about you. they’re all so genuine too.

plans the most complex dates you’ve ever seen. truthfully, they’re mostly for her own benefit, but you always have a good time anyway. she will expect to hear how impressed you were with whatever she planned out at length. she needs the reassurance.

so physically affectionate. hand-holding where she just plays with your fingers while watching TV. anytime you’re lying down, trust that Jackie will be climbing on top of you and staying there. falls asleep on top of you, and you’re stuck there till she wakes up.

listens very intently whenever you talk, but eventually her eyes always end up falling to your lips. she’s just a girl.

she’s so playfully mean to you. always gently poking fun at something you’re doing as she skips up next to you and presses the entirety of her body against your back.

so incredibly possessive. god forbid you even look in someone else's direction or it’s on. as much as she craves your attention on her all the time, it truly is just the way she cares for you.

quality time!!! your ass isn’t going anywhere.

Lottie Matthews

Lottie’s trying to get you lore dropping on the first date for sure. she’s very emotionally aware and enjoys the intimacy of sharing secrets and feelings between the two of you.

loves to take care of you. she hates when you’re sick but also loves to smother you in love and care whenever you are. definitely confesses it to you guiltily one day like it’s a grievous sin.

stocks her cabinets with things that you like. walking around the store with a little list of everything she’s ever seen you eat before you stay over for the first time.

forces the nastiest herbal teas on you for your "health.”.

gives you so many gifts. most of them are just small little trinkets that remind her of you, but they’re always so thoughtful in nature. remembers anything you’ve ever mentioned being interested in or looked at when out at shops.

the type to drop in while you’re studying all day with a snack because she knows you forgot to eat. pulling you out of your chair to get up and dance with her because you haven’t moved from your desk in four hours. pulling your headphones off your ears and dragging you to bed because you have to get up in six hours.

she’s so physical touch. Lottie’s always touching you in some way or another. just small touches mostly: brushes of her fingers across her arm as you walk past her, fingers intertwined as you walk around whatever market she’s dragged you to today, her thumb against your face as she rubs off the tiniest speck of dirt, brushing hair out of your face as you talk animatedly.

good luck getting Lottie’s head off of your shoulder. doesn’t matter if you’re standing or laying down. she’s zeroing in on it immediately.

Natalie Scatorrcio

not traditionally affectionate in the slightest. she’s very awkward with it at the best of times. epitome of like, “I dunno, you’re cool, or whatever,” while kicking the toe of her shoe against the dirt and avoiding eye contact. does not have any experience with giving or receiving affection at all.

she blushes to her ears at even the slightest hint of love or care once you get closer. girl does not know what to do with herself; she's so stressed.

it takes forever for Nat to tell you anything personal about her life. so when she finally does start talking that vulnerability is a major sign of her affection for you.

quality time where you sit together and do separate things. sitting on opposite sides of the couch while Nat keeps sneaking looks at you whenever she thinks you’re not paying attention.

she’s not great at comforting you while you’re upset, but she’ll always listen for as long as you want to talk about it.

so incredibly loyal and protective. she’s not even letting rightful criticism of you go. at least when other people say it. argues with someone for twenty minutes about something you did, but the second you’re alone she’s like, “that was so lame.”

she’s really physically affectionate in public, but not in the traditional sense. bumps your shoulders together a lot while giving you that crooked grin of hers, taps her foot against yours under the table, that sort of thing. in private, I think she would like more full-body contact stuff like cuddling than handholding or stuff of that nature.

Nat’s the type to drop you off at the front of the store when it’s raining while she parks the car. always walks on the curbside of the sidewalk so that car “hits her instead." always tries to open the door for you even when it’s inconvenient (think rushing around the car).

definitely the type to present you with pretty rocks she found and grins stupidly whenever she sees it sitting on a shelf at your place.

likes to try to fix things around your house.

[elizabeth-mitchells]

first two eps of s3 really said MISTYNAT RIGHTS 💯

[27spoons]

yapping yapping to you dudeeee. have you seen how nat treated mari's brat ass (and some of shauna's, too)? i was like: panties? where? *inserts that meme of an emoji with a dangling lingerie* like, the way her care and natural protective instincts kick in, even though others might give two fucks about her 😭😭 my baby, come here, i'll take care of youuuuu imagining a brat!reader making nat's days a living hell, but she can't possibly lash out, so she puts reader into a time-out (house arrest tf), or even brings them their portion of the food into their hut, ending up in nat "teaching reader" how to behave 😇 yuk, an innocent lesson

what if i said i wanted to be put in my place. what then. what if i said i need to piss nat off until she snaps at me, realises that i liked it, and then does it again?

nsfw blurb / smut / gn!afab!reader / porn w some plot / self-indulgent / not proofread we die like the cabin at the end of s2/ wc: 1260

natalie stands outside your shelter, the fresh scent of damp earth and cool spring air brushing past. the spring out here is deceptive—warmer than the cruel winter was but still bitter in the mornings and evenings. the soft hum of insects punctuate the silence that settles in the dim light of the evening.

inside, you restlessly lay on your makeshift bedroll, leg bouncing as you trace the light strips that filter through the gaps in your structure with your eyes. when she finally steps in—carrying a wooden bowl of stew—you glance up with a cocky grin that you already know nat will not like.

"well, well." you drawl, sitting up. "The Queen herself. To what do I owe the pleasure on this fine evening?"

nat doesn't bite. she places the bowl on the tree stump in front of you unceremoniously. "dinner," she says simply, straightening and crossing her arms.

"wow, room service?" you let out a low whistle, leaning back and lacing your fingers behind your head. "i gotta say, i'm kinda liking this whole 'house arrest' thing, you know? the perks are nice." a beat, "actually, is it too much to ask, or could i get some dessert?"

her jaw clenches, but she manages to keep her voice in check. "you seriously think this is funny?"

"i mean... yeah." you shrug. "let's be real, nat. you're supposed to be running this place or whatever, but here you are, babysitting me." you groan and sit back up, "doesn't really scream..." a beat as you feign thought, "fearsome leader, you know?"

nat's eyes narrow, and you swear you can feel the frustration radiating off of her. the distant sounds of the wilderness around you seems to grow at the sudden tension, filling the space between you two. "you really wanna test how far i'll go?"

your grin falters slightly, but you can't deny the subtle rush that builds inside of you at the way her voice lowers. "what are you gonna do? give me another stern talking-to?"

she steps closer, her worn combat boots crunching against the forest floor. she leans down just enough to meet your gaze, her voice shifting to that tone she knows gets you weak. “no. talking doesn’t seem to work with you.”

before you can fire back a retort, she's grabbing your jaw with her right hand and squeezing. "you aren't leaving this hut until i say so, and honestly?" her voice lowers further, "i don't think you deserve to leave after all this shit you've pulled, do you?"

you stare up at her, unsure if you're supposed to be feeling afraid, aroused, or both."uh…" you blink a few times, "wow, nat. you really got the whole… 'scary leader' thing down. i'm shaking in my boots."

a scoff leaves her lips, but she doesn't visibly react further to your sarcasm. "you can joke all you want, yeah? but we both know you'll listen to what i say. because if you don't…" her eyes flash down to your lips for a moment, "well, they don't last very long."

your stomach twists, but not because you're scared. well, maybe a little. but mostly? well, mostly you're just aroused.

and nat knows, if the way she smirks is any indication. "yeah. you know that, don't you?" her voice carries a teasing lilt that does unpleasant (but not unwelcome) things to your insides. "all you really want is to be put in your place." she grips your jaw a little tighter, "open your mouth more."

you do. your lips part on command, and you're rewarded with nat spitting into your mouth slowly. "close. don't swallow." you do as she asks, of course. there's no way she doesn't know you're ruining your underwear right about now. 

you swear you haven't taken a breath in a million years as she looks down at you, eyes sharp and calculating. "good. swallow." you comply, maintaining eye contact, then open your mouth to show her that you listen.

nat grins. "look at you. you can listen." 

she gives you a firm shove back onto your bedroll and follows you down. "but i think i still need to prove my point." 

one of her hands slides underneath the waistband to your pants without hesitation, and it takes everything in her to not make a sound of satisfaction at how wet you are already. "jesus. already?" she manages, the words almost coming out in a whine and breaking this facade of control. "you're fucking soaked."

"can't help it." you reply immediately, already feeling the fight in you leave the second she gets her hands on you, "it's you. you do this to me." you're already clenching around nothing, staring up at nat's form over your body with an expression of pure want. "please."

the girl almost scoffs at how quick you get to begging, considering it usually takes far longer to break you down. "damn. that was fast. you a little desperate?"

"fuck you—" you try and start, but your protests are quickly cut off with a sudden push of her forefinger into your cunt. "oh—"

"that's what i thought." she grins, starting to move her finger without giving you time to get used to the intrusion. "all talk and no game, yeah? not so big once someone actually starts taking charge."

your fingers dig into the soil around your bedroll, knowing better than to grab onto her right now. "that's not fair—"

another finger. "nothing is fucking fair." she bites, leaning down closer to your face, "we're trapped in the middle of goddamn nowhere, and you're talking to me about fair?" a harsh scoff leaves her lips as she begins pumping her fingers faster, "life isn't fucking fair."

you'd make a smart reply to that if you could, but it's sort of hard to do when her fingers are ruthlessly fucking in and out of you, your wetness soaking into the fabric of your underwear. "already so worked up." she tsks, "bet i could give you a third finger right now and you'd—" 

she does.

three fingers deep, fingers curling in and out of your pussy with a passion that only nat can possess, you groan and throw your head back. 

nat slaps her free hand over your mouth with a hiss, "jesus! do you want them to hear what's going on in here?" her fingers never cease in their actions as her gaze flicks to the entrance for a moment, watching to make sure no one is about to walk in on you two. "shit, i would never hear the end of this…" she murmurs before returning her gaze to you, hardening it slightly. "should have known you wouldn't be able to keep quiet." 

she grinds her palm against your clit with every crook of her fingers, and you can barely keep your eyes open at the harsh movements she fucks you with—pain and pleasure blurring together somewhere along the way. 

her breath ghosts over your ear as she leans down, and you can feel her smirk. "you're gonna come for me, and when you do, it's gonna happen again." you whine, and she chuckles lowly in response. "and again. until i fucking decide that you've finally understood how to listen to fucking orders."you stare up at her with wide eyes when she pulls her face back slightly, and nat's grin only widens further. "and we both know you have a hard time following orders." her fingers find that one spot, and you swear you see stars—"so i think it's gonna be a long night."

[24hlevi]

I know we've got Lottie x innocent reader.. But what about th othe yjs 🤔🤔🤔

ooooh 🤭 imma give a few thoughts for each of them cause i love this but can't come up with full hcs sorry. thank you for continuing the innocent reader vision anon 🫶 also this is more with their adult versions in mind!

shauna -

- shauna adores your innocence, she literally thinks it's the cutest thing ever when you two first get together, how you haven't done anything like smoking or drinking, how you wear whatever clothes you want without realizing the way people look at you in said outfits

- she will subconsciously baby you tho, she will of course stop if you say for her to but she loves babying you :( not in like a weird way but just in a nurturing way that shows she loves you dearly

- she has such a thing for marking you up for everyone else to see how your hers and hers only, a smile always forming on her face whenever you don't try to cover it up and you two go out being given weird looks by the amount of hickeys on your neck

- she tries to start out slow with you during your first time with her but she can't help but get rough at the sounds of you whining and moaning just for her :(

nat -

- she's the one who enjoys your innocence the most, the fact that you have barely done anything rebellious in your life leads nat to being the gf who will make you do reckless things and live life to the fullest, maybe getting arrested in the process (oops)

- nat also thinks it's kinda cool that you two are polar opposites when in public and you're wearing the cutest thing possible and she's just in her leather jacket and jeans, she'd rather die than use the word aesthetic for how pleasing it is, but that's what it is lol

- nat is also the biggest on the corruption side of things, to just break down those innocent walls that stop you from whimpering her name underneath her is like winning a prize to her and when you finally let go of feeling shy and innocent, she is going to make sure you know you're hers

- thinking of her teaching you how to ride her strap for the first time and she slowly coaxes you into moving your hips faster and make more pretty noises for her, smiling at your whines before flipping you over and just pounding into you

misty -

- misty definitely takes advantage of your innocence, most of the time without you even realizing it, which makes it better for her in the end when she makes you do things that you wouldn't do otherwise without her there, it gives her a sense of pride and that she's needed

- she also just thinks it's cute when you have little to no idea what's going on or when people try to flirt with you and you just think they're being nice, misty is one to get jealous, but just so she can take you back home and make sure you remember who you belong to

- misty is the second biggest on corruption imo, she loves how innocent you are, buying you pretty revealing clothing to wear around the house so she can have you whenever she wants and seeing your eyes widen when she grabs you by your hips pulling you towards her gets her going so bad she will take you right then and there

- roleplay is huge for misty, especially medical themes, and she loves opening your mind to those things and show you how to have fun and have a good time as well even when she's three gloved fingers inside of you and is degrading you beyond belief mixed with praises

tai -

- the only normal one (jk), tai is one that thinks it's cute and enjoys the way that your innocence is genuine and how it's just how you are, not like you're doing it on purpose or something

- tbh tai doesn't seem like she would get jealous because of it, will she glare daggers at whoever is attempting to flirt with you to the point they back off? yes. but she won't be verbal about it 😭 you go over to her wondering why the overly kind person just left and she's like "ah idk babe" acting like she wasn't killing them with her mind

- tai will make you be verbal with what you want, she won't do anything until you tell her what it exactly is that you want, loving to see the way you break down crumbling and soon start begging for her to do something, anything

- you cannot tell me this woman doesn't have a thing for being called ma'am, like you'd say it as a joke and she would immediately change up and tell you to say it again which leads to a newly found word to use when having sex

van -

- van thinks your innocence is a little silly at first (affectionately), how you don't realize the certain things you do would be seen as flirting or not noticing when others are flirting with you, they think its silly

- they definitely show you all kinds of movies you haven't seen before to expand your horizons of cinema and entertainment, especially the more spicy ones to open your mind to some things 🤭

- van grins so hard when you tell them you wanna try something that you saw in a movie or something else and immediately drops everything to do it, they'll take their time with you to make sure you actually want to do it before going down on you like never before

- van is into experimenting with anything, whatever you wanna do they will gladly do for you, you basically become their pillow princess/prince and they will make sure the neighbors can hear cause they just love the sounds you make when they're pounding into you with their strap