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Call me Yours – Natalie Scatorccio
Pairing: natalie scatorccio x fem!reader
Summary: You’re in a closet with Natalie Scatorccio. How ironic.
Word count: 2,3k.
Content: NSFW, no crash!AU, cursing, arguing, jealousy, makeout session, thigh riding, slightly toxic behavior?? but it wouldn't be a yellowjacket relationship if it weren't just a little.
A/N: Is it a secret relationship?? Friends with benefits??? I don't know man but they’re horny.
English is not my first language.
You're in a closet with Natalie Scatorccio.
There is a party going on outside, students filling the rooms of Lottie's house with loud generic music playing in the background, but the small room you two were locked in remained silent, too silent.
“See ya’ in 7 minutes, ladies!” Van's mocking voice cuts through the air, but a knife could have done the same; the blonde snorts and you roll your eyes, fixing your gaze somewhere in the darkness so you don't have to face her.
“Ugh, how old does she think we are?” Natalie hisses, you can feel her eyes on your face, even though you can't see much more than the outline of her body at the moment.
You say nothing, arms crossed over your chest and a frown covering your face, Nat tries again:
“I didn’t even want to come to this stupid party.”
“I get it,” you bite, just because you know her well enough to guess that she won’t stop complaining until she gets something out of you, “I get that you don’t want to be here, Natalie.”
She must finally realize how mad you are – mad at her – at the sound of her full name instead of the nickname that always seemed to be on the tip of your tongue, because you swear you can hear her teeth chattering when she shuts her mouth.
With a growl of frustration, you let your head hit the wall with a thud. Great, your night was already being shit, the last thing you needed was to end up playing 7 minutes in heaven with the person who was the cause of your bad mood. Simply amazing.
You see, Natalie had been acting weird for days now, randomly avoiding your company and acting like she didn't know you in the school hallways and being really rude to you during practice. Now, this might even be normal and acceptable behavior from the quiet blonde if you were anyone else, but you weren't. You are her girlfriend.
Are? Were? You don't know for sure anymore given the way she's been acting lately.
Maybe it wouldn't have made you so angry – confused? Yes. Sad? Definitely, but not angry like that – if it weren't for today, for the party.
You had planned to meet Nat at Lottie's party and corner her to finally make her explain what the hell is wrong, dammit, because one afternoon you're smoking with your girlfriend and friends quietly in the basement and the next she's throwing you daggers with her glance every time you open your mouth around her. Anyway, that's what you were going to do, until you found her in the Matthews' giant kitchen leaning against the counter with a cup of beer in her hand and Kevyn Tan practically throwing himself at her, keeping an arm full of spike bracelets wrapped around her shoulders and face with heavy makeup too close to hers to be considered friendly, drooling for Nat like he's always done since you've known about his existence.
Now that really pissed you off.
Who does that sad, emo, pitiful boy think he is to touch your girlfriend like that? And why is she letting him?
You think she could feel you fuming as you stared at them from the door, because the next second she lifted her head and looked at you like a deer caught in the headlights, as if she knew exactly that she was doing something she shouldn't have.
Screw it, you thought, if she'd rather act like you didn't matter anymore, then fine. You won't be standing just watching.
You turned around and only managed to disappear around the house for the next half hour before Taissa appeared with a tired frown and practically dragged you to where the group had gathered with an empty bottle, because Van and Jackie wanted to play something – 'If I'm in this, then you’re too!’ – and well, fuck.
You two have been completely quiet for almost a whole minute and that it's eating you alive; Nat has always handled silence well, you haven't.
Fidgeting with the hem of your own shirt angrily, you huff and give up on the tough act, the blonde straightens up when she hears your footsteps approaching her.
"What is happening?" Your voice comes out in a shamefully desperate tone, “Why are you acting like this with me? What did I do?"
You can see her now, being so close and now used to the dark; her fists are clenched, Natalie keeps her eyes fixed on your figure. For a moment, you think she's going to keep her cold facade and avoid your question with some sarcastic response, she most likely considered it, from the way her mouth opens and closes for a quick moment.
She turns her face to the side, trying to hide, but you can see the difference in tone in the paleness of her skin anyway. Oh, she's embarrassed.
“Nat?”
She mumbles something you don't understand, then your curiosity gives way to the anger and your hands find her face, turning it so Natalie is looking at you.
"What was this?" You ask again, softly this time.
“You called me your girlfriend.” She spits it out fast as if it were just a single sentence, rolling her eyes at your confused face, “You called me your girlfriend to everyone when we were smoking after practice last week.”
Oh, you remember that, when Jackie decided to lecture you all about the smell of smoke that lingered on her clothes after she and Shauna decided to tag along on one of your hangouts with Lottie, Van and Tai, turning up her nose and talking about how you all – and especially Nat – should stop with this habit. ‘Jackie, stop bothering my girlfriend!’, that’s what you said. Is that what made you spend a whole week grounded in the doghouse?
“...And isn’t that what we are?” You try, unsure. This conversation is not taking a very pleasant turn toward a reconciliation.
Nat bites hard her bottom lip, you can see her struggling with the next words:
“It’s just… no one was supposed to know.”
“Oh,” you mutter pathetically, sounding very much like a wounded puppy, “So that’s the problem.”
You're in a closet with Natalie Scatorccio. How ironic.
You can tell she regrets it the moment she says it, grabbing your hands in hers as you pull away.
“No, no, I’m sorry. I– I didn’t mean it like that.”
“How did you meant that then?” Your initial anger and frustration return with a vengeance, you move forward until Nat's back hits a shelf in the small room.
Natalie always does this. Avoid anything that labels your relationship as real; calling your dates ‘hangouts’, not touching you when there are people around, leaving your house before you wake up in the morning, avoiding kisses and caresses that don't initiate anything sexual, calling you ‘friend’ when you can see that the whole team knows this is not all you two are.
Still, – still – she always shows up at your house when she's upset; she doesn't like it when you miss your 'hangouts'; always stays close to you wherever you are together; gets mad when she sees you talking to other girls, even if they are nothing more than classmates; leaves marks all over your body, but doesn't let you do the same, spots and more spots all over your neck that are impossible to cover. People know that you're dating, they just don't know that you're dating Natalie.
And then she gets mad at you for finally putting a name to whatever this is and starts avoiding you completely, even though it's been months since it all started and you've known each other for years.
Nat gasps when your hands find her waist with a firm grip, bringing your lips closer to her ear:
“I’m gonna make you want me to be your girlfriend.”
You swear you feel the shiver that runs through her body. Nat smells like cigarettes and mint gum and it tastes the same when your mouth meets hers.
Her arms are around your neck before she's even processed what's happening, black painted nails playing with the hair on the back of your neck like it's second nature – and it is.
The way Natalie tilts her head to deepen the kiss and bites your lip hard when your hands come up to caress the skin under her shirt says your actions are much appreciated.
The husky, needy moan that escapes your throat when you realize she's braless, palming and massaging her soft skin brings a cocky smile to her face, she sighs, breaking the kiss and letting her head fall back against the shelf in satisfaction.
Nat doesn't moan, not like you do. She seems to want to hold back as much as possible, taking all kinds of reactions from you and your body, but not giving the pleasure of having the same from her. You want to change this.
You let your mouth roam from her strong jaw to her pale neck, leaving wet kisses, bites, and marks. Many marks. You bite the thin skin in different spots, soothing the bite with your tongue, hoping for the spots to form and stay there for days, for everyone to see.
You lazily slide a knee between her legs when you feel Natalie try to turn you around to take control. You usually let her do it, but not today. She squeals in surprise and pleasure, hips instantly grinding against you.
“Nah-ah, Nat,” you cut, bringing a hand down to slow the pace of her hips, “I guess you shouldn’t take anything today, or do you think I forgot about how much you paid attention to that little emo bastard earlier, huh?”
“You hate him that much, huh?” She tries to say in a mockery tone, wanting to turn the tables again, but it sounds pathetic as her voice breaks later in the last words.
“Yes,” you say easily, leaving a lingering kiss on her shoulder, finding her pulse point, “He was touching you. Touching my girlfriend.”
You bite down hard on the skin when Natalie turns her head to grant access and she moans, actually moans, fuck, you did it. A full sound, loud enough to make your pupils dilate until your irises almost disappear. This, this sound, you want to hear this forever.
It's been more than seven minutes, you think, or maybe our discussion was just really quick. You wonder if you would have time to take one of her breasts into your mouth, feeling the way she rolls her eyes and thrusts her hips against your thigh, now free from your hands, when you roll her nipples hard between your fingers.
She sighs as she receives another kiss from you, much softer now, more affectionate, feeling her hand tracing circles on your cheek.
A quick, loud knock on the door startles you both, making Nat jump and bang her head against one of the shelves behind her and knock something over, “Fuck!” She screams and you instinctively reach for her head to check for injuries.
You look at the source of the knock, it's definitely not Van calling, she would have opened the door at once just to laugh at your faces.
“Girls, time is over!” Jackie's voice sings on the other side.
“Ugh,” Natalie grunts, clearly frustrated at being interrupted so abruptly, she takes the opportunity to finally take a look at the closet as you head towards the door, “Is this some kind of pantry?”
“I don’t know,” you shrug, “Rich people have so many random rooms scattered around their houses.”
There are loud whistles and jeers as you leave, half the football team gathered in the busy room and giving you knowing looks, you give Van the finger when she points out the traces of dark lipstick on your mouth.
“Were you guys actually going to fuck in there?” She teases, arching an eyebrow with a smirk.
You open your mouth to retort – probably with something stupid – but Natalie is quicker:
“Fuck off Van, stop bothering my girlfriend.”
Van gives up the provocation, raising her arms in surrender and Nat rolls her eyes as if she hadn't said anything important, but you're absolutely frozen, listening to your heart beating rapidly against your ears.
Natalie looks back when she notices you standing still and snorts in amusement at your reaction, grabbing you by the wrist and pulling you with her.
“C’mon,” she says, “Let’s go, silly, I got something to do–”
“Move!” Jackie interrupts with an anxious tone, pushing you gently by the shoulder and bouncing on her heels, “It’s our turn.”
You catch a glimpse of Shauna standing shyly behind her like a shadow being dragged to the closet and Jeff sitting on the floor with the rest of his classmates with the most confused and defeated expression you've ever seen as Nat hurriedly guides you out.
When you're about to get into her car, Natalie surprises you, grabbing your waist with her cold hands and pressing you against the door, hungry eyes fixed on your form.
“I–” you stutter nervously, “I thought we were going home?”
Natalie nods.
“We are,” she agrees, “I just have to do you first.”
Well, maybe your night won't end as bad as you thought it would.
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⋆ 𓏲 THE YELLOWJACKETS BEING JEALOUS .ᐟ
cw. swearing and some suggestive themes but not really anything too specific!!
a/n. HFHFHFHFHFFH GODDD 1 month anniversary of shipmanisms and ALREADY 176 followers 🥹 im so grateful for every single one of you, i love you all sm and thank you for supporting me sm 💓
⋆ natalie scatorccio
natalie would be so grumpy if she saw you talking with another girl or even breathing the same air as her,, she'd immediately pout and scoff and throw a snarky remark to make you pay attention to her :(
“awh, such a romantic moment” said natalie while rolling her eyes as she saw you and lottie, your best friend, talking in a hushed tone, probably 'flirting' like nat thought, when in reality you were asking lottie for advice on how to ask nat out for doomcoming . . . “you know what would be a romantic moment? this, do you wanna be my partner for the doomcoming?please?baby?” you asked out of the blue with an awkward smile, but hey! it was lottie's ideas, she was the one who told you to be yourself.
⋆ lottie matthews
she wouldn't even be mad or jealous, just confused if she saw one of the other yjs getting close to you. she'd look at you like a dumb puppy with those big ole brown eyes of hers and go like "hey, can we:(( talk:((( pls:(("
“baby, hey, what's up with you and shauna? you're spending so much time with her instead of me” lottie's sweet voice rang through your ears, and you giggled a bit at seeing her so desperate to talk to you more. hugging her and resting your head on her shoulder, you looked up at her with a smile. “jackie is shocked that she's not the one who got shauna pregnant, and she's not talking to her, so shauna asked for my help" you intertwined your fingers with lottie's, seeing her finally relax and a look of realisation cross her face.
⋆ jackie taylor
sassy loser girlfailure princess who's jealous and needs attention 24/7 or else she'll die ( she's just like me ) , of course she'll never let you go without reassurance and an explanation + an apology paragraph.
“when did you stop wanting me to be your girlfriend? how is travis more important than me now?” jackie asked frustrated as she stomped her feet a bit with her hands on her lips, looking at you impatiently. “baby.. he ate his brother's heart..” — “okay an- oh. yeah, i remember now, okay! i love you then, tell me if you need help with comforting him” she smiled and pecked your lips.
⋆ shauna shipman
jealous shauna is your worst enemy, she wouldn't even talk, she'd just bottle up all of her jealousy until she finally snaps.
seeing you hugging with van was what made shauna lose her temper, she tried to keep her calm, seeing you and van everywhere with each other, talking, laughing, saying inside jokes that no one understood but you two— and now hugging? storming off and grabbing you by the hand, leading you out of the cabin, you knew you were fucked. “can you tell me what the fuck is going on with van?” shauna said in an angry tone, her brown eyes intensely staring at you. "we're stranded in the wilderness..i can't be only talking to you?i have to... communicate with other people too in order to survive? besides what's up with you and taissa? running off in the woods like you're romeo and juliet or whatever bullshit you're doing there!" and it just turns into a whole argument that none of you ever apologize for, but it'll probs end up with you dead or you two cuddling together.
⋆ van palmer
jealous van is a CONFUSED van, they probably wouldn't even notice it until one night where you're all talking with each other but you don't sit next to them like you always do cause you're sitting next to natalie.
biting their lip, they anxiously took some small steps towards you. “hi baby, can we talk?" and the moment you nod and get up, they drag you in the woods and yap your ear off about the whole situation, only for you to explain that you're still very very very in love with them and that you're just getting the gossip from natalie about her and travis. "oh, okay!" and then they just smooch you all over :(
⋆ taissa turner
just like shauna, this girl is ready to fight at any moment given when she realises somebody's taking HER partner way.
“yeah, it'll be fine, you just need to focus on to who you should pass the ball to at the right moment” you adviced allie before hugging her and giving her shoulder a small pat, not knowing taissa was looking. “you'll do great, now come on, we need to go” you said before running out in the field, allie following closely and— not even an hour later, allie was on the ground, screeching in pain as her leg painfully snapped because of taissa tripping her purposefully, making you gag and cover your eyes at the sight of the blood.
as soon as practice finished, everyone gathered to talk about the incident, and of course you immediately took taissa's side even if she was in the wrong. “listen! im sure she didn't mean to, right baby?” you asked tai, but she stayed silent. “yeah see! she confirmed it!” you defended her again, even if she wasn't even trying to defend her own self. later on, as everyone left, pissed and angry at taissa and at you for picking her side, it was just you and her now.
“why'd you do it?” you asked your girlfriend, playing with the straps of her bag. “she was too close to you and i wasn't going to let her steal you from me— you're mine, and she should know that” she spat out, rolling her eyes before looking at you. “maybe you don't know it either, hm? think i may need to prove it to you” she smirked, dragging you towards the showers in no time.
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Protective nat w a soft gf pls 🙏
Protective Nat x Soft GF Reader
You were known for being kind which is why it was odd to see you and Nat together, especially as girlfriends. Sweet quiet girl always looking for the best in people and an angsty grunge goth latched to her hip.
The epitome of sunshine and dark cloud + has an attitude with everyone else but you. She can have the most sour expression on her face then is all goo goo eyes when she see’s you.
“Hey nat whats up?” Jackie asks, “Nothing.” 😒 ‘you enter’ immediately skips to you “Hey baby” 😍
She loves making you happy, she’s up for anything you want to do. She lets you do her makeup the way you want it when she comes over for fun. Sometimes it happens before school and she ends up walking in with pastel pink eye lids and loads of glitter on her face. Jackie and Laura Lee think the look suits her since they’re only used to dark colors.“Pink suits you so well nat!” “thanks” 😌
Color coordinating outfits. You would wear a floral dress and she would have a floral scrunchie to match
Nat doesn’t shy away from soft readers romantic advances you’re so sweet she can’t help but let you love her. Lottie and Van poke fun at nat “you’ve really gone soft Scatorccio.” “yeah yeah whatever” 🙄
Nat isn’t scared to break a few noses if anyone takes advantage of you though and is basically your shadow, everyone knows that where you go natalie follows so any asshole know not to fuck with you.
Get’s ansty when you’re drunk, once a guy harassed you during a party after you denied his advances. Insisted he was good in bed and better than Nat in any way possible. “You’re so quiet, Nat’s got you so wound up hm, I bet I can make you come out of your shell.” TF Did she just hear?? 🤨 She was so angry after overharing him she punched him so hard he ended up getting a concussion.
After that she makes sure she has an arm wrapped around you, sometimes making you hold onto her belt loop when she can’t hold your hand.
She isn’t afraid to confront anyone that speaks badly about you “y/n is so sensitive, I bet she’s fake as hell too.” Her head spins so fast “the hell did you just say??” Pinning the idiot that said that against a locker.
You’re so sympathetic to nat’s home life, you had a feeling nat was having a hard time and your heart broke when you realized why. Nat loves how you listen to what she has to say, you hold her while she sobs after having a screaming match with her dad or how negligent her mom is towards her.
She’s also attentive to your anxieties, suggests you go somewhere quiet to relax when you’re overwhelmed, outside on the benches in the soccer field or a secret corner in the library designated for the both of you.
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there's some fruity activity going on w them idk...
#natalie scatorccio#nat scatorccio#nat scatorccio smut#nat scatorccio x reader#natalie scatorccio smut#natalie scatorccio x reader#yellowjackets#jackie taylor#jackie taylor smut#jackie taylor x reader#jackienat#enemies to lovers#they want each other so bad#im convinced#jackienat crumbs my beloved
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🦝— attention
summary: just a blurb of nat and her gorgus twins
warnings: 18+ mdni
you groan in pleasure as nat shoves her tongue in your mouth, her nails digging into your back as she rides your strap. you lean your head against the wall as you watch the show with intense eyes.
"god, you just had to bring your biggest strap, didn't you?" nat murmurs while taking off her shirt, tossing it on the ground.
"i needed to treat my girl right." you smirk, eyes flickering between her eyes and her tits. you lean back up to bring her in for a desperate kiss, tongues clashing with each other.
nat hums against your lips, pulling back to rest her arms on your legs as she braces herself to continue riding your strap. you groan and bite your lip at the sight of her tits nearly spilling out of her bra as she bounces up and down.
"my eyes are up here, you know." she teases, and when you look up at her she's smirking. you roll your eyes and she moves so she's face to face again, gripping your chin to make you look her in the eyes. "if you want them shoved in your face just ask, baby."
your smile slowly fades and nat laughs at the dazed look on your face. she doesn't wait for you to respond as she brings your face into her cleavage and you nearly die. she holds your head close as she starts riding you again.
you come to your senses and start worshiping her boobs, tugging her bra down just enough for a tit to spill out. you immediately attach your lips to her nipple and she arches into you, gripping your hair.
nat breathes out a laugh as you moan into her nipple, finding it funny how you were practically drooling over her chest. "that's it." she cradles your cheek, thumb running over your skin. "just like that."
#.myworks#natalie scatorccio x reader#nat scatorccio x reader#natalie scatorccio thoughts 💭#natalie scatorccio smut#yellowjackets x reader
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all eyes on you !
jealous!perv!nat spies on u through the gym’s surveillance cameras and gets jealous of lottie ҂ smut with plot; stalking, masturbation, jealousy, clothed fingering, cum-filled strap-on use, angry fucking, dirty talking, creampie. . .﹙2.9k wc﹚
last month, natalie found herself in another serious predicament—her chronic tardiness had struck once again, with a tally of nine late arrivals in just a single month. the patience of her program's coordinator was wearing thin; nat's disregard for detentions had begun to frustrate her professors. her coordinator was on the verge of giving her an ultimatum: complete a minimum of 60 hours of community service before the semester came to a close.
however, the situation took an unexpected turn when the person responsible for monitoring the gym's security cameras during the third block suddenly quit without any explanation. coincidentally, natalie had a free block during that exact time slot. the coordinator saw this as a chance to teach her a lesson, as this particular block was when nat often hurriedly left campus before her lunchtime and returned late for her next class. it presented itself as the perfect chance for intervention. so, they offered her a deal: instead of getting in trouble, she could take over the job of the person who left, at least until they found a replacement.
at first, nat didn't like the idea. she thought it was dumb and a waste of time. plus, the fact that she wouldn't be getting paid for it bothered her. but she realized that if she got suspended, she was fucked, as it could ruin her scholarship. the only reason she got accepted into university was because she had a scholarship for playing soccer. so, she decided to agree to the deal and take on the job, even though she didn't want to.
however, her resentment and lack of interest in the job vanished the moment she took charge of the camera system during her first shift. a realization struck her: you were there. you happened to have gym class during that same block. the instant she caught sight of you through the camera feed, clad in that tank top and those notably short shorts, she promptly stowed away the sleeping bag and sleeping mask she had managed to sneak into her backpack. her focus shifted entirely to observing you.
the two of you were close. maybe not best-friend level, but definitely close enough to exchange texts almost every day and hang out pretty much every weekend. you’d probably be best friends if it wasn’t because of lottie, you’d be hers if it wasn’t because of fucking lottie. she seemed to always be around you, attending the same classes and sticking by your side during soccer practice. it felt as though natalie was receiving the leftover moments lottie didn't claim when she wasn't with you. yet, what irked her the most was lottie’s obvious crush on you. the lingering gazes, the tender way she said your name, the subtle touches—they all fueled nat's frustration. the only thing keeping nat from beating the shit out of lottie was you; she dreaded the idea of you hating her.
today was like any other day. after finishing her second block class, nat proceeded to the security office located on the gym's second floor. positioned at the far end of the hallway, she quietly shut the door upon entering before settling into her chair. with a few clicks, she activated the surveillance cameras, and there you were—as beautiful as ever. by the moment you started stretching, nat was already unbuttoning her pants, slipping her hand inside almost instinctively. she was wearing a strap today, but didn’t feel like taking it off. instead, she maneuvered her hand beneath it and started touching herself. she observed the way you massaged your sore thighs from the previous day, the way you would bend down and display your ass to her, only her. her fingers started circling her clit faster and faster, and she started moaning out your name.
right when nat was about to reach climax, lottie unexpectedly entered the frame of the screen, giving you a warm hug. in no time, your hands yielded to lottie's as she took over the task of massaging your back. as her fingers skillfully worked to alleviate the tension in your shoulders, you tilted your head back, closing your eyes at the feeling. meanwhile, nat observed the scene with a puzzled expression on her face.
“fucking bitch,” she quietly muttered, withdrawing her hand from her pants and zipping them up, frustration and disbelief evident in her expression.
this event turned her off completely, so she directed her attention toward her phone, as she wasn’t even able to look at you right now or she would combust in anger. she got so immersed on her phone that she didn’t notice the coach pulling you aside and telling you something. it wasn’t until she looked back at the surveillance that she realized that you were gone. she checked every angle of the gym, every hallway, you were nowhere to be found—and neither was lottie. right when she was about to slam her phone against the floor, she heard a knock on the door, and then someone twisting the doorknob open.
“hey, nat!” you said enthusiastically. “how are you?” you asked her.
“i’m good,” she replied colder than usual. she was kind of aloof by nature, but she was always nice to you, so you found it a bit weird.
“uh, okay. i’m glad,” you responded, “coach lost his stopwatch, he said you have more in here?” you asked her.
"first cabinet," she remarked nonchalantly, her gaze returning to her phone.
opting not to address her peculiar behaviour, you simply went on to search for the stopwatch. you opened the initial cabinet of the desk where nat had propped up her feet and sifted through its contents until finally locating what you needed. "found it!" you exclaimed as you retrieved the stopwatch and shut the cabinet.
"i'll see you later. enjoy your security endeavors," you added, a playful smile on your face.
"sure thing," she replied, her tone casual. "and you... have fun with lottie," she added, her words laced with a subtle sarcasm that was hard to miss.
curiously, you asked, "what do you mean by that?" her tone leaving you slightly puzzled.
“nothing, i mean, you two looked pretty close in there,” she began, her gaze finally meeting yours. “rubbing your back like that and all.”
a bit taken aback, you explained, "well, you know that lottie and i are really close friends, so i'm not sure where you're going with this. and why were you keeping tabs on us anyway?"
nat rolled her eyes and scoffed, "please, spare me the innocent act. you know exactly what i'm talking about. and besides, lottie's not exactly the most trustworthy person, is she?"
you felt a surge of irritation rise within you. "what are you talking about? lottie's been nothing but a good friend to me."
"look, i'm just saying," nat defended herself, "lottie has a reputation for being flirty with everyone. you don't want to be just another name on her list."
disbelief coursed through you. "that's ridiculous," you shot back. "lottie’s just a friend, and i trust her. you're just jealous."
"jealous?" nat scoffed. "why would i be jealous? i have no interest in you like that."
"then what's the problem?" you demanded, a hint of frustration in your voice.
"problem? there's no problem," nat retorted, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "i just care about you, okay? maybe a bit too much, considering it's none of my business who you're cozying up to."
you felt a mix of frustration and confusion. "nat, you're acting really strange right now. what’s wrong?"
"oh, so now you're the expert on how i'm supposed to act?" she spat out, her voice tinged with a sharp edge. she suddenly stood up, her chair scraping back, and before you knew it, she had you cornered between her body and the desk. her eyes, which were usually warm and inviting, now held a fiery intensity.
“well, watch this,” she said, closing the distance and pulling you into a violent kiss. the suddenness of her actions left you stunned for a moment, but as her lips pressed against yours, you couldn’t help but reciprocate the kiss with the same urgency. her lips were fierce, full of both frustration and a deep, hidden longing that you hadn’t acknowledged before.
your mind raced to catch up with the sudden shift. her lips were demanding, pressing against yours with an almost bruising fervor. her hands found their way to your waist as she pulled you closer, and her tongue caressed yours, sending tingles of pleasure up your spine.
finally nat pulled away, both of your breaths coming in ragged gasps. she searched your face for a reaction, as if unsure of what she had done or what to expect from you—but you could see the desire and confidence in her eyes.
“i bet you didn’t see that coming,” she remarked with a smug tone, her expression maintaining a serious demeanour as her gaze lingered on your lips once more.
“or this,” she whispered, her face descending as she placed a kiss along your jawline. her hands glided from your sides to the edge of your shorts in a tantalizing manner. “or this,” she continued in a hushed voice, her lips planting fervent kisses on your neck. all the while, her fingers delicately explored the border of your shorts, gently caressing and tugging; your response came in the form of a soft, involuntary groan escaping your lips.
but then, as abruptly as it began, she paused, lifting her lips from your neck. raising her head, she fixed her gaze intensely into your eyes.
"or..." her voice trailed off as her hand ventured beneath the fabric of your shorts, fingers sliding in ever so slowly.
she held your gaze for a lingering moment. with your consent apparent in your eyes, she wasted no time, delicately resting two of her fingers atop your clothed clit. in deliberate, almost torturous movements, her fingers traced delicate circles, her touch sending a shiver down your spine. her face drew nearer, nuzzling against your cheek, warm breaths mingling with the sensitive skin of your neck.
involuntarily, your hips responded, aching for more friction. yet, the closer you drew to her, the gentler the pressure of her touch became, evading your attempts to intensify the sensation, leaving you yearning for more.
"harder," you groaned, your voice finding her ear.
"no," she murmured, her fingers tracing an exquisitely gentle path along your already damp cloth-covered folds.
“please,” you begged, your hips twitching as your arms reflexively grabbed around her torso, attempting to get her closer to you.
“y'want me to fuck you?” she questioned, a sharper edge to her tone compared to before.
“y–” you started, only to be interrupted.
“you want me to fuck you, just so that you can close your eyes and pretend it’s lottie, don’t you?” she asked, the pressure on your clothed center increasing, her eyes aflame with a fervent blend of anger and desire, a side of her you had never seen before.
"no, that's not—" you began, confusion etched across your face.
“yes, you do,” she said matter-of-factly, her voice husky. “but i’ll prove to you i’m better,” she declared, determination evident in her gaze.
in a swift motion, she withdrew her hand from your shorts, abruptly turning you around. her nimble fingers hastened to unfasten her jeans and underwear, letting them fall to the floor. with equal speed, your shorts and underwear followed suit.
she slowly placed her hands around your torso and drew you closer, her strap resting right against your slit. she slipped a hand beneath your shirt, one encircling your waist as the other ascended to your throat, exerting a slight pressure as she drew your body tightly against hers.
she began to give hot, wet kisses to the exposed back of your neck before slowly moving on to your ear and nibbling on it. you could only groan in response, your fingers clutching at her forearms on top of your shirt.
amid her nibbling, she shifted her gaze to the surveillance cameras, and noticed lottie giggling in the background. her hand that had been tightening around your throat now withdrew, granting her more freedom of movement. she directed your face toward hers, claiming your lips in a demanding, almost bruising kiss. her teeth sank into your lower lip with fervor as her hips ground against your slick, moist center. it wasn’t until she tasted the blood flowing out of your bottom lip that she pulled away.
“i want you to look at her while i fuck you,” she commanded, turning your face toward the monitors by gripping your jaw.
“what? no way,” you retorted, swift in your refusal.
“i’m not asking you,” she snapped, her hands propelling your body against the desk, the monitors now in clear view. "is that clear?" she asked, her fingers tangling in your hair, tilting your head to face the monitor displaying lottie. you remained silent.
her free hand descended to her own strap-on, teasingly pressing it against your throbbing entrance. lowering her body onto yours, her heated breath whispered against your ear. "i asked, are we clear?" she repeated, her voice measured and stern.
“y-yes,” you gasped, the slight contact of her length against your slickness causing your senses to spin.
“good,” she murmured, nipping your jaw gently before rising, her hand sliding to your waist and gripping it firmly, while her other hand continued to hold your head in place. without further due, she slammed her entire length inside you, bottoming out and deliciously stretching your tight walls, which were too tight for the the size of her girth.
“shit, y/n, you’re so fuckin’ tight,” she groaned as her rhythm started to build. sliding in and out of you, her thrusts made your walls clench around her with each movement. you moaned as you felt the tip of her cock repeatedly stimulating your g-spot, prompting you to arch your hips backward in an attempt to take her even deeper.
“g-go rougher,” you pleaded, your attempts to go deeper falling short of your expectations.
“rougher?” she asked, a hint of challenge in her voice. “i’ll give you rough, then.” she released her hold on your hair, her hand finding its place on your lower back. with the other hand, she lifted one of your legs onto the desk, anchoring it there as she began thrusting with renewed vigor, burying her cock deeper and faster into you, the change in angle allowing her to.
“oh— ffuck, s’ fucking good” you moaned, your words pouring out in a rush as the sensation of her girthy cock gliding against your inner walls consumed your senses.
“lottie could never fuck you this good,” she declared as she increased her pace, the sound of wet slaps reverberating against the walls of the room. “could she?” she asked, the grip on your leg tightening enough to leave a mark.
“n-no, no, she could never,” you babbled out, slurring your words as you tried to answer coherently, barely processing her words. your moans grew louder as you felt her hand travel from your thigh to your clit, skillfully stimulating it while maintaining her deep thrusts.
“fuck, nat, m’ gonna cum,” you cried out in pleasure, pushing your body closer to her as the climax built within you. twisting your swollen clit between her fingers, she maintained her fervent rhythm, pressing you further towards the edge. her hand traced your waist, reaching your jaw, ensuring your teary gaze remained locked onto lottie.
she began to suck fervently on your neck, her thrusts growing more urgent. “i want you to cum while you look at her,” she commanded, prompting a whine of response from you.
“tell me i’m better than her,” she commanded, her hot breath teasing your neck as she marked it. “say it,” she insisted, pressing her fingers harder against your jaw while intensifying the pressure on your clit.
“you’re… you’re better,” you stammered, nearly incapable of coherent speech, a tear of pleasure tracing your cheek.
“better than who?” she teased, intensifying her suction on your neck.
“than lottie— better than lottie,” you finally admitted. that was all she needed to hear before sliding her tongue into your mouth and kissing you roughly, her tongue exploring your mouth deeply. her thrusts grew more aggressive, and as she reached her peak, warm streams of cum filled your tight walls, making you cry out in pleasure. your walls clamped down so tightly around her girth, that it was nearly impossible for her to continue thursting.
she remained there, her cock resting inside you as you both regained your breath. several minutes passed before she rose, removing her cock gently from within you and smoothly pulling up her pants, fastening them securely. at the same time, you managed to straighten up from the desk, struggling to steady your shaky legs as you pulled up your shorts.
"enjoy your time in p.e.," she playfully taunted, her gaze fixed on your wobbly legs and flushed cheeks as she settled back into her seat, an air of satisfaction surrounding her.
"will do! i'm sure i'll enjoy my time with lottie," you teased, well aware that your words would stir jealousy. with a mischievous grin, you snatched up the abandoned stopwatch and dashed out of the room.
"you'll regret saying that!" she shouted after you as you made your escape.
"i doubt it, joe goldberg!" your distant voice retorted, your footsteps fading into the distance.
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ribbons and bows.
pairing: dom!lottienat x virgin!sub!afab!reader
summary: a couple days before christmas, your partners let you open one of your presents early. the present was not what you expected.
warnings: smut, nsfw, 18+ (minors dni), dom!lottie, dom!nat, reader is 18+ and a virgin, vibrator, lottie bein sweet and nat bein a tease :3
word count: 658
lottie is the bold and nat is the italic
“keep your eyes closed.” you heard lottie’s voice from across the room. it was nearing christmas, and there were many presents under the tree but your partners wanted to open one early.
“now open.” you opened your eyes to see lottie holding a small, velvet black box in her hand, with a red ribbon around it, tied in a bow. “what is it?” you smiled excitedly, not even ready for what you were about to open.
“go for it,” nat smiles cheekily. “just pull off the ribbon.” you did so, opening the mysterious box to see a black, silicone object with a power button at the bottom. you looked up at your partners very confused, while they smiled at your innocence. “wha-” you cut yourself off.
“it’s a vibrator.” nat sat on the bed next to you. the name clicked, and you looked back at nat with that same little smirk on his face. he always talked about buying you one, and now you couldn’t believe you were holding one in your hand.
“would you like to try it out, sweetheart? y’know, just to see if you like it?” lottie’s voice was so convincing, and so gentle, it always sucked you into doing whatever she wanted. you looked up with big eyes and nodding, lottie’s smile growing bigger.
“sit back with natty, baby,” lottie took the toy out of your hands, while nat’s were pulling you into his lap. his hand rested right onto the waistband of your underwear, slowly inching closer and closer to your little button.
he already knew you were gonna cum quick from this, and being the sweet boyfriend he is, he wanted to hold you while you have your first orgasm.
“may i take these off, sweetheart?” lottie asked, referring to your underwear. with your nod, she pulled them off, almost like she was in a hurry. you whined when you felt the cold air of the room touch your clit, and snapped your legs shut. nat just hushed you gently, coaxing your legs back open, holding one thigh down while lottie held the other. the taller woman sat on the bed in front of the two of you, tsking at the sight she saw. “aww, poor baby. you didn’t even know how wet you were down here, hmm? i thought i would have to lube you up.” lottie spread your soaked lips apart.
she rubbed the head of the toy against your cunt, collecting all your slick, then turned the vibrator on the lowest speed, just letting you get a feel of it. she put it right against your clit and you let out a deep exhale, the buzzing getting louder once it came in contact with you.
“does that feel nice, angel?” lottie watched you in adoration as you arched your back and tossed your head at the feeling. “lottieee,” you cried, legs shaking from the overwhelming feeling. your stomach feeling so warm and fuzzy, and a burning sensation that grew stronger every second. “i know angel, feels so good, doesn’t it?”
“natty, my stomach,” your chest heaved, and nat grabbed your hand, rubbing his thumb gently over your knuckles. “aww, looks like someone’s about to cum soon, huh lottie?” nat teased, hand sneakily reaching down to spread your lips father apart.
“you can let go, honey. don’t be shy.” lottie coaxed, watching your hand go over your mouth. nat pushed down on your lower stomach, practically forcing you to cum. he chuckled darkly when you let out a groan mixed with a cry, the pressure in your stomach finally releasing, lottie and nat watching in awe when you squirted against the buzzing toy. “such a good baby.” lottie put the vibe down, and you closed your legs, still whining from the sensitivity. “did you like it?”
you nodded hesitantly, a shy little smile curling to the side of your face. looks like the holidays going to be exciting this year.
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#clarification gnam gnam is the Italian for yum yum#since y'all seem to like these so much#natalie scatorccio#yellowjackets#nat scatorccio#natalie scatorccio x reader#yellowjackets x reader#nat scatorccio x reader#yellowjackets x you#nat scatorccio x#natalie scatorccio x y/n#lottie matthews#van palmer#taissa turner#shauna shipman#jackie taylor
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— the bet
natalie scatorccio (yellowjackets) x gn!reader
genre: fluff
summary: being enemies with nat was eventful, to say the least. until a bet is made that you'll fall for nat by the time states come around. will that happen? or will you two remain enemies?
warnings: language, light nsfw, drug usage (marijuana)
wc: 3.5 k
my first yjs fic please don't kill me i lowkey hate this but here we go
natalie scatorccio was the type of girl you never imagined yourself to even speak to. not because she was a “burnout”, or because she was drunk or high the majority of the time, but because of the way you two were polar opposites. she was on the soccer team, she had a rough home life, and spent most of her time with the other delinquents on campus, while you were in the newspaper club usually taking pictures of the sports teams, had a decent family life, and spent all your time with school.
and for some reason, since the first meeting, you two had a strong disliking for each other.
maybe it was the way she always taunted you with that damn smirk on her face, or how she would sometimes blow her cigarette smoke in your direction just to get you irritated. you didn't know why, but you hated her. in the beginning, at least.
you were friends with the other girls on the team, which meant wherever they went, nat was there too. so you unfortunately were forced to deal with her annoying antics towards you. the girls noticed fairly quickly how much you two hated each other, and decided to do something about it.
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“shauna i don't understand why i need to be here when it's for your team,” you said to your friend. you were currently in her car while she drove you to jackie’s house where the team was going to have a “bonding” exercise. for some reason, shauna insisted that you come with. you had no idea why, but were forcefully dragged into her car so you were stuck with going.
“because you're our friend too,” shauna replied, keeping it short with her eyes on the road.
“i know that but,” you let out a huff of annoyance. “i don't wanna see her.” you mumbled.
shauna glanced over at you for a split second before back at the road. “i honestly doubt she'll be there, it’d be a rare sight to see her in such an environment like jackie’s house,” she said in response. obviously she knew who you were talking about, it was incredibly clear when that scowl would form on your face just thinking about having to deal with nat again. which is exactly why she was doing this. well, the whole team. even jackie was for the idea, as long as it meant nat wouldn't be distracted on the field anymore. so, it was the whole team setting up you and nat.
you arrived at jackie’s house a few minutes later, seeing the other cars outside telling you that the others were already there, and you could feel yourself already getting irritated at the thought of having to communicate with nat.
“come on y/n, don't pout like a puppy,” shauna chuckled lightly as the two of you walked inside the giant house.
“i’m not pouting,” you grumbled.
“y/n!” jackie exclaimed, running towards the two of you. “i’m so glad you made it!” she smiled widely at you.
“it’s no problem,” you smiled back. “i wasn't doing anything tonight anyway, my parents are out of town.”
“perfect!” jackie clasped her hands together. “follow me and we will start!”
you followed behind jackie besides shauna, noticing the quick glance they gave each other but choosing to ignore it seeing as they always had those weird glances with each other. the three of you made it to the living room where the rest of the team was sitting on the couches and chairs. your eyes immediately landed on the one girl you didn't want to see, and a scowl formed on your face before looking away.
she was wearing that same leather jacket she always seemed to wear outside of practice, and you found yourself taking another glance at her only for her to already be looking at you, making you quickly avert your gaze.
“all right! now that everyone is here,” jackie stood in front of everyone. “i think we all know why we are here, and it's not for a team bonding exercise, sorry!”
your expression turned into confusion, and apparently you were the only one confused, until you saw nat with the same look on her face.
oh no. no. you thought to yourself. there's no way. if this was some sort of thing to make you and nat be friends you were going to kill shauna for forcing you into her car.
“so, there's been something we’ve noticed as a team dealing with one of us being…distracted, during practice and games,” jackie started, trying to look at everyone but continuously going between nat and you. “so, we need to fix that! nat, will you please stand?”
with a confused look still on her face, nat stood from her spot in the recliner. “what the hell is going on here, jackie?” she asked with a sigh.
“you’ll see,” van chuckled but quickly went quiet after tai sent her a glare.
“now y/n, please stand,” jackie said to you.
you rose from the couch and looked at jackie trying your best to ignore nat.
“come here, both of you,” jackie waved her hands gesturing for the two of you to come closer.
you slowly took a few steps forward, watching as nat stepped closer as well, until you both were standing in front of each other with jackie in between.
“jackie, i really don't understand what-”
suddenly you were cut off by being grabbed by the wrist by jackie who grabbed onto nat as well.
“follow me!” jackie said to you two before dragging you both behind her.
you opened your mouth to protest but caught a glance of the other girls’ faces and realized this is the “bonding exercise”. it wasn't supposed to be for the team. it was supposed to be for you and nat. you let jackie drag you down the long hallway, not listening to nat trying to pull out of jackie’s surprisingly strong grip before jackie opened a door to a guest room, pushing you two inside.
“you two are staying in here for an hour and you will become friends,” jackie told you both.
“what?!” you exclaimed. “that's what you brought me here for?!”
“you’ll be fine, y/n!” shauna said behind jackie, peeking her head over the other girl’s shoulder.
“jackie, i swear to-” you took a step forward and jackie immediately closed the door in your face, and you heard a click from the door. you tried to open the door, only for it now to be locked. “jackie!” you called, smacking your hand on the door. “jackie, i will kill you!”
“you’ll love me for this!” she said through the door. “it's just one hour!”
footsteps were heard leaving the area and you let out a long sigh. you turned around to see nat with her arms crossed over her chest, and you let out an annoyed huff.
“did you know about this?” you asked.
“of course not,” nat shook her head. “i didn't wanna be here in the first place,” she mumbled afterwards.
“well, that makes two of us,” you replied.
the room was filled with silence after that, and after a few minutes you felt like you were going to go insane. you glanced around at the bland room before your eyes landed on nat again, who was staring at you.
“do you have a problem with me or something?” you asked her finally.
“what?” she questioned, looking at you confused.
“you're always staring at me,” you said. “and you taunt me constantly, always blowing smoke in my face, or so close that i can practically taste the alcohol in your breath.”
“tsh,” she scoffed, rolling her eyes. “i do that with everyone.”
“bullshit,” you snapped. “you don't do it to your teammates and you don't do it to those two drunkards you hang around.”
“and?” she said.
“and?” you repeated, getting angrier at every response she was giving. “so what the fuck is your problem with me? is it because i don't take pictures of you on the field or something?”
“oh fuck you,” nat spat. “i don't need pictures taken of me.”
“you wish,” you replied with just as much venom in your voice.
“maybe i do, since you think everyone has some massive fucking crush on you or something,” nat took an angry step towards you.
“me?” you half-laughed, also taking a step forward. “don't you suck dick for some weed and booze?”
“at least i know who i am,” nat glared at you.
“you don't,” you retorted. “you don't have a goddamn clue who you are or what you want.”
“you don't know a fucking thing about me,” nat pointed her finger at you. “i’m at least not a fucking coward who can't admit what they feel.”
“oh you feel things?” you feigned shock. “what a surprise, natalie scatorccio feels things! like what exactly?”
“that i fucking hate you,” she told you and took another step closer.
“i hate you,” you said in response.
you two stared at each other for a few seconds, then suddenly nat took one more step and smashed her lips on yours. your shock went by in a mere second, and you quickly kissed back with just as much passion. her arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to her as your hands found their way to her hair.
when you both pulled away to breathe, you wanted to smack that damn smirk off her face.
“i knew you had a thing for me,” nat said teasingly.
“i do not,” you scoffed, shaking your head. “i have zero feelings for you.”
“i bet i can change that,” she challenged.
one of your eyebrows raised at that. “oh really? are you challenging me?”
“uh-huh,” she nodded. “i’ll bet you that by the time states come around, you'll have fallen for me.”
“and what are we betting exactly?” you asked.
“weed and booze?”’ nat flashed a cocky smile at you.
“i suppose, only since i can easily get some,” you nodded.
“easily? shit, i guess i should've done this sooner,” nat let out a chuckle.
“you wish,” you replied with an eye roll.
“oh, i do,” she whispered and leaned in to kiss you again.
that was how the bet started. you didn't think she was serious until the monday back to school and she found you during lunch period. now instead of the annoying antics, it was a whole new type of annoying behavior with her trying to convince you to smoke just one joint with her, maybe something crazier if she has it, and the flirting that she was now constantly doing.
one day, you decided to take the joint just to please her and shut her up.
you invited her over to your house, knowing she wouldn't want you at her place, and while it took a bit of convincing to get her there, it all worked out in the end.
the two of you were sitting on your bed, a random movie playing on your television you got for your birthday while nat was about to light the joint in her hand. you took your parents ashtray from their room for nat to use, and as soon as she lit it, you weren't paying attention to the movie anymore.
she immediately noticed your stare not leaving her as she took the first drag of the joint, turning her head to the side to blow the smoke out and avoid your face. then she came up with a bright idea.
“you wanna try?”
“what?” you asked, confused.
“just take one small hit from it, you’ll live,” nat said, handing the joint towards you.
with a minute of hesitation, you reached for the joint and held it up to your lips, inhaling the smoke and feeling it invade your lungs as you coughed and blew the smoke out.
“see? you're okay,” nat flashed a small smile at you, taking the joint back from you. “come here,” she said, waving her unoccupied hand.
you moved closer to her, and watched as she inhaled the smoke and held it in for a few seconds. she then held your face in her hands and leaned in, kissing you deeply while blowing the smoke into your mouth at the same time. your hands grasped her hoodie as you felt the smoke trail into your mouth, your eyes closing at the feeling of nat’s lips on yours.
when nat pulled away and looked at you, the way you opened your eyes and gazed back at her made her want to just kiss you over and over again. so with another drag of the joint, the process repeated until the whole joint was gone and nat was between your thighs making you feel things you had never felt before.
she never let you live that one down. proceeding to then ask over and over again if you’ll smoke with her again even if nothing happens, she just can't keep her hands to herself when she's high around you. she loves the way your warm skin feels against her cold hands, she loves gripping your waist to tug you closer to her, and god does she love the way you taste on her tongue with her hands clamped on your legs keeping them open. she couldn't get enough of you.
and you found yourself falling for her, just like you said you wouldn't. in the beginning it was easy to deal with her annoying behavior towards you, but over time you enjoyed it more, because you realized she was being genuine with you.
the night you realized you had indeed fallen for nat was when she came to you after a long day of arguing with her mom’s new boyfriend, drenched in the rain from walking the whole way.
“nat? it's like, midnight,” you said when you opened your front door to see the blonde standing there.
she looked like a puppy that had just gotten kicked out of their house, looking at you with sad eyes, her makeup trailing down her cheeks.
“come in,” you grabbed her hand and pulled her inside.
she was silent the whole way to your bedroom, even when you handed her a spare pair of her clothes she “accidentally” left the last time she was at your house. you let her take a shower as you stared at your tv, now completely awake and likely not going to get back to sleep until the early morning. when nat walked back into your bedroom, you waved your hand to gesture for her to come to you.
she stood in front of you as you sat on the bed, swiveling around to face her. your arms wrapped around her, gently pulling her closer to you as you peered up at her.
“you can always come here if you need anything, okay? i don't want you to have nowhere to go,” you told her in a soft voice.
“thank you,” she finally spoke quietly.
you nodded your head. “c’mon, you can sleep here tonight.” you tugged on the hem of her shirt.
“are you sure?” she asked.
“mhm,” you nodded again.
you scooted over so she could get in next to you and she slowly got in the bed, laying next to you awkwardly.
“are you okay?” you asked.
a head shake was the response you got.
“do you wanna talk about it?” was your next question.
another head shake in response.
“okay,” you nodded your head. “you don't have to.”
nat rolled over onto her side to face you, and you couldn't help but stare at her beautiful bare face without any makeup on. she could feel your gaze on her, and it made a red hue form on her face.
“why’re you staring at me?” she whispered.
“because you're beautiful like this,” you answered back in a whisper.
“you don't mean that,” she shook her head.
“i do,” you replied. “call me crazy but i like this version of you too.”
“mm,” she hummed, her eyes avoiding yours. “you don't think i’m some kind of burnout that's a burden to you?”
“never,” you shook your head. you carefully reached one of your hands to touch her cheek. “you will never be a burden to me, nat. i can promise you that. if you have nowhere to go, then i’ll be here. if you have no one else to rely on, i’ll be here. okay?”
“okay,” she said quietly.
you flashed a small smile at her before slowly wrapping your arms around her and pulling her closer to you. she quickly relaxed into your touch, resting her head on your chest with her own arms gripping you tightly as if she was worried you would disappear suddenly.
there was a nice, calm silence that filled the room now, and nat was close to falling asleep when she heard you whisper something quietly that made her feel something she hadn't felt before.
“i love you.”
she thought it was a dream when she woke up the next morning, not believing that those were the words you spoke to her thinking she was asleep.
nat woke up first due to the sun peeking through your curtains, making her groan quietly and open her eyes, blinking a few times to adjust to the light. she glanced at you beside her still asleep and realized your arms remained around her through the whole night, making a warm feeling radiate through her body. she rested her head on the pillow again and silently stared at you while you slept.
she was thinking about what you had said before she fell asleep. she was unsure if she was just imagining it or if you actually said it. she didn't know if she should question it, not wanting to ruin the closest thing she had to someone who genuinely loved her. but, she wanted to ask so badly at the same time. she wanted, no, needed to know if you were being serious. it would tear her apart if you were lying or just saying it to make her feel better. nat shook her head at the thought of you lying about it. surely, you wouldn't lie about something like this.
“are you gonna stay staring at me or is a good morning too much for you?” you groggily asked nat, opening your eyes slowly.
nat’s face immediately turned bright red at your words, and she quickly averted her gaze. “sorry,” she mumbled quietly.
“chill, i’m just playing,” you giggled. “did you sleep?”
“yeah,” nat nodded. “thanks for letting me stay.”
“of course,” you smiled at her.
silence filled the room after you responded. nat kept giving short glances to you and quickly looking back away and back down at the bed. it was obvious that she was thinking about something, so you decided to question it.
“what’re you thinking about?”
she immediately shook her head slightly. “nothing.”
“i can tell it's something,” you moved closer to her, carefully pushing some of her hair out of her face. “what is it?”
nat avoided your eyes, looking down. “did you mean what you said last night?” she asked in a small voice.
you stared in silent shock for a few seconds, not knowing that she had heard you. “you…heard that?” you said slowly.
all nat did was nod as a response, still not looking at you. you didn't know what to do, either. this was definitely not the way you wanted it to come out, but it looks like you were going to have to work with it.
“i meant it,” you said suddenly, making nat now look at you. “i thought you were asleep which is why i said it but, i meant it. i love you, nat.”
she gazed back at you with slightly widened eyes, trying to process what you said and when she did, she felt her heart beating incredibly fast. “i love you too,” she whispered.
a smile quickly grew on your face and you cupped nat’s face in your hands, leaning in and kissing her. you could feel nat smile into the kiss, and when you pulled away, your smile grew bigger seeing the same one on her face.
“so, does this mean i win the bet?” nat questioned in a teasing tone.
“yes, you won the bet,” you laughed lightly. “i’ll get the stuff tomorrow.”
“wait, you were serious about getting it easily?” nat asked, now serious.
“yeah, my cousin gives me cheap prices,” you nodded, saying it nonchalantly.
“holy shit i think i just fell more in love with you,” nat grinned at you, wrapping her arms around you and kissing your cheeks. “are your parents gonna be home this weekend?”
“nope,” you answered with a smile. “so i’ll stash it all until you get here.”
“god, you're amazing,” nat responded, now starting to kiss all over your face. “we’ll have such a fun time.”
“you just want me to smoke with you again.”
“oh yeah, a hundred percent.”
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๋࣭ ⭑ᡣ𐭩𝖬𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖭𝖺𝗍 ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ
༘⋆₊˚ෆ i 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 be your 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅୭🧷✧˚. ᵎᵎ
She loves physical contact when they are alone
Your relationship is not perfect and you have to accept that
They've had a lot of arguments because of Nat's addictions, she doesn't really understand that all you're doing is worrying about her
Nat is very impulsive when she is angry and is capable of doing things she regrets later, for example, she once yelled at you during an argument and made you cry
𝑺𝑯𝑬 is like a phrase from the Arctic monkeys song 505, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝐼 𝑐𝑟𝑢𝑚𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑟𝑦 ← she fits this so 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ
Nat will literally fight anyone who makes you cry
S𝒉e loves it when you steal his leather 𝑗𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑡
She learned insults in Italian just to insult people without them realizing it
She loves it when you go to see her at soccer team practice and she does a lot of things to try to impress 𝒚𝒐𝒖
I repeat, she is very insecure and is very afraid that you will find someone better than her, that is why after every argument because of her addictions she tries to stop taking drugs too often or not drink beer much (the poor girl just doesn't want to lose you for its 𝒅𝒆𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒔😭)
She literally keeps everything you give her in a drawer that she named as her favorite drawer just because that's where she keeps all the gifts and letters you give
when you are sad she hugs you all day and cuddles you
If you cry Nat is going to start kissing your entire face to distract you and believe me she doesn't mind wetting her lips with your tears if that makes you stop crying
She likes it when you kiss her whole face and your lipstick leaves kiss marks on her 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆
She will flirt with you in the most ridiculous way in the world just to see your smile
Hey, are you going to give me the money now? Since I met you, you have been living in my heart for 8 months without paying rent
"You're so silly" you said, laughing, blushing as you gave Nat a little push
𝑨/𝒏: Hello pookies, I'm back <3
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Before nationals
Lottie matthews x fem reader x Nat Scatorccio
18+ nsfw
1996 lottinat both are 18 in this
A/n: sorry if this is horrible I haven't written smut in years
The yellowjackets won states. You were so happy that you ran to your team and hugged them excitedly. After the game you walked to the locker rooms with shauna.
"You did awesome y/n" shauna said.
"Thanks you did great out there too" you said peeling off your jersey.
You were sweaty and hot from the game, so you sat there trying to cool down in just your bra and shorts. Nat and lotties eyes were on you as they changed. Their eyes had a glint of something that you've never recognized them looking at you with before. After you changed lottie approached you.
"Do you want to go back to my place and celebrate with me and Nat?" Lottie asks.
You were friends with both of them but this was the first time lottie had ever asked you to go over to her house.
"Sure!" You said, and quickly grabbed your stuff.
You got in the backseat of Nats car and she drove you and Lottie to Lotties house. Your jaw dropped when you walked into Lotties house.
"Holy shit Lottie! Your house is huge!" You gasped in awe of her house.
She smiled at your reaction and went to the kitchen to grab some beers.
"Here" she said extending the beer to you.
You took the beer and nodded thanking her.
You followed Nat and Lottie as they made their way to Lotties room. Once you all entered the room you all sat on Lotties bed. You took a sip of the beer when Lottie asks you a question.
"Any boys have caught your eye recently?" She asks you.
You practically choked on the beer and coughed after swallowing. Nat laughed loudly and Lottie silently laughed.
"Nope not really" you said hoping this will be the end of boy talk.
"It's our senior year and I haven't seen you once romantically with a boy" Lottie replies.
You shrugged "no boy has caught my eye"
"What about a girl?" Nat asks impatiently.
Your cheeks burned at her question. You've had a crush on both Lottie and Nat since you've joined the team but you never planned on telling them. Nat and Lottie both smiled when they realized they were right about you liking girls.
"Um well-" you started to talk.
"Do you like Shauna?" Nat asks, her tone filled with jealousy.
"No! No of course not. She's my friend but I'd never be interested in her like that" you quickly said.
"What about me and Nat?" Lottie asks.
You shifted uncomfortably on the bed not wanting to expose your crushes on them and ruin the friendship. But you couldn't lie.
You sighed deciding to get it over with.
"Yes, I like you both" you shared terrified.
They smiled and looked each other and started laughing.
Now you were completely confused at their reaction. You were getting mad. Were they making fun of you?
You got off the bed pissed.
"You know what? Forget it I'm just gonna leave." You said walking to the door.
Nat quickly jumped off the bed and ran infront of the door so you couldn't leave. Lottie came up behind you and wrapped her arms around your waist. Your breath hitched when you felt her breath against your ear.
"I'm sorry for our reaction. We both like you too" she said in your ear.
"What?" You asked confused.
Nat walked up to you and cupped your face in her hands.
"She said we like you too."
She leaned to you and kissed you. Your hands went to her hips to pull her against you and you kiss her harder. Lotties lips kissed up and down your neck and she sucked harshly on your pulse. You gasped and Nat stuck her tongue in your mouth. After kissing Nat she pulled away and Lottie turned your face to hers and kissed you. Nat kissed your neck and slipped her hand under your shirt and grasped at your covered tit. You moan and feel your underwear becoming wet as she touches your body. Lottie stopped kissing you and backed up and lyed against her headboard and grabbed your hips so you sit between her legs. Lottie pulls your shirt over your head and Nats arms wrapped around your front to grab the back of your bra.
"Is this ok?" Nat asks you.
You're full of want and just want her to rip off your bra already and have her way with you.
You nod quickly.
"We need you to tell us baby" Lottie tells you.
"Please Nat" you beg her.
She unclasped your bra and throws it behind her. Her lips latch to your nipple and she licks and sucks it. Lottie immediately grabs your other tit in her hand and massages it. You turn your head into lotties neck and close your eyes. Your hips buck up into the air desperate for friction. Lottie giggles at the action and pins your hips down.
"She'll get there" lottie says giggling in your ear.
Nat leaves open mouth kisses down your torso and hooks her fingers in your shorts and underwear. She looks up at you waiting for permission.
"Yes" you said.
She pulled them both off quickly and spreads your legs apart.
"Aw you're so wet for us" she says smiling.
She kissed the inside of your thighs and then licked up your pussy. She circled your clit with her tongue.
"Natty..." You moaned and your hands reached down and you grabbed her blonde hair. She continued to lick at your clit before sliding a finger in. She stretched you open and then slipped a second finger in. She slammed her fingers in you over and over again curling against the spot deep inside you. You threw your head back and pulled on her hair. As you tugged on her roots she moaned against you sending vibrations to your clit.
"You're doing so well" Lottie praised you.
You felt yourself orgasm coming.
"Nat...I'm almost...there." You said.
"Be a good girl for us and cum" Lottie said.
That sent you over the edge and you came on Nats fingers. After you settled down she pulled her fingers out of you and sucked on them. She then leaned up and kissed Lottie so she would also get a taste of you.
"mmm, my turn next" Lottie told you.
#yellowjackets#yellowjackets x reader#natalie scatorccio x reader#nat scatorccio#nat scatorccio x reader#lottienat#lottienat x reader#lottie matthews x reader#lottie matthews#yj
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The Wilderness Wants Us To (Kiss) – YJS
Pairing: poly!yellowjackets x fem!reader
Summary: Have you ever experienced all kinds of weirdness since the plane crashed months ago, so why the weirdest thing so far is it seems like all the girls are suddenly courting you?
Or, a series of kisses between you and your dear football team.
Word count: 4,6k.
Content: cursing, kisses, fluff, suggestive, angst if you blink, slightly dark, intoxication, the doomcoming, the wilderness but nobody has been eaten (yet).
A/N: They’re all weirdos in a romantic, toxic and codependent way.
English is not my first language.
Your life has stagnated into a familiar routine since the plane crash. To clean. Hunt. Eat. Exist. Survive. Doing the same chores in the cabin, the usual hunting trip, seeing the same faces every day, not dying of hunger. Not dying of boredom.
Nothing really seems to change other than the cultish trends that your friends seem to be slowly embracing, so if something different happens, you notice it immediately.
Once is an incidence.
Two, it could be a coincidence, but there are no coincidences in the wilderness.
Three is a pattern. That exists in the wilderness.
And the fourth is proof that there is definitely something weird going on – if you even have a sense of what is normal or not –, something that you have no idea what it is, but you know it’s there.
There's something wrong with your teammates. I mean, there's something wrong with all of you, but that's different even for them.
The thing is that you, thinking that maybe it was just in your head, only realized that you weren't imagining anything after the fifth time it happened and now that you know you can't stop thinking about it. Events keep coming back to you from times when this has happened before and you never connected the pieces.
You didn't notice at first, of course you didn't. Physical affection was becoming more common and normal between all of you every day and also because it was Jackie, the captain of your team, and physical affection on Jackie's part was already completely normal even before the plane crashed. She liked to pat you on the shoulder and hug you goodbye after classes and parties – as if she hadn't spent the day barking orders at everyone during practice, but it's Jackie and you really like her a lot, so it's okay –, you could always see her clinging to Shauna's arm, if not hers, then whoever was closest to replace her for a few minutes. Jackie likes to touch and you know it.
Receiving affection from her is like second nature, so you don't even blink when, on yet another boring and lazy afternoon, you give Jackie her old walkman, now repaired and working, and get a kiss as a thank you.
It was a silly treat to make her smile, just because she seemed so sad lately that it made you sad too. She squeals loudly and excitedly, before wrapping her arms around your neck and placing a kiss on your cheek.
She immediately runs off somewhere saying she was going to test it and show it to Shauna, completely abandoning the task of pretending to chop wood so you can complete it.
You only process what just happened when you hear a giggling coming from nearby, because of course Jackie would kiss you in front of your younger colleagues. One of them points at your cheek provocatively and you lift a hand to your face to feel the texture of pink and shiny lipstick marking your skin. Of course, silly you not to assume that Jackie Taylor wouldn't stop wearing makeup just because of some plane crash.
Whatever, you thought, not bothering to clean the mark. Jackie is sweet. She does things like that all the time, obviously you wouldn't think there's anything weird about it. It wasn't even the first time she kissed you. Kisses on the cheek were a thing long before you left civilization.
You only wipe the stain from your face, in a short and hasty gesture, when you return to the cabin and Mari makes one of her smart comments about it, because there really was no big deal, but the provocation still makes you a little nervous.
(Jackie wears lipstick a lot more often after that, even though she's quickly running out of the only one she has left, but you don't say anything. It would be really weird to imply that you noticed her lips that much. Which you didn't do, no way.)
The second time it happens shouldn't have left you as perplexed as it did, after all everyone knew that Shauna Shipman was never far behind Jackie in the things she did, but it didn't pass through your head that she would kiss you. It was Shauna. Even though she was never rude, you weren't really close and it was embarrassing to admit that you found her a little intimidating. She had a tendency to stare in silence for a long time, which made you avoid conversations whenever you could.
Well, it wasn't a kiss-kiss since it wasn't actually on the mouth, but seeing as you weren't expecting it at all, it could have been. You're learning that reading Shauna is much more complicated than it seems, making it difficult to know if what awaits you is a punch, a bite, or – the most recent discovery – a kiss.
It happened because of the thing that seemed to drive your little society: meat. Because the food was almost running out and no matter what you and Natalie brought, it seemed like there would never be enough. And Shauna was hungry. Painfully hungry.
She always seemed to get hungry more quickly than the others, craving meat with an almost drunken need and you didn't quite understand why, even though you had noticed this detail some time ago. So when you and Nat are seen arriving back at the cabin carrying a deer, a big deer, Shauna practically runs up to the two of you, basically ripping the antler out of the blonde's hands and making you stumble to follow her back to the meat house.
You offer to help her just out of politeness and how rushed she seems, without expecting a positive response since it was common knowledge that Shauna preferred to work alone.
However, she nods her head enthusiastically as she hands you a knife and you swear you've never seen someone look so happy to slit an animal's throat alongside someone else.
When the task is done, you end up at the door with a full tray ready to be prepared for dinner back and Shauna is right behind you, with that same enthusiasm and silent yearning. It's a little unnerving, but at least she's not staring at the back of your head like she's trying to burn you like she usually does. You guessed any progress was welcome.
You just didn't expect it to progress to Shauna pulling you by the elbow to face her and tilting your face towards hers. You're so startled by the sudden touch that you only feel your face heat up as hot, wet lips meet the corner of your mouth when Shauna pulls away, taking the tray from your hands as if it weighed nothing and continuing on her way, muttering a quiet and embarrassed “thank you” over her shoulder.
You stood there like an idiot, feeling your bottom lip and part of your cheek tingle where she touched you just a moment before.
So Shauna kissed you. Okay. Nice. Maybe she was just very grateful and very hungry. Twice, coincidence. Nothing more than that.
Right?
(Shauna looks away from you when she's caught staring at that night, which never had happened, but you attribute her red face to the fact that you're sitting by the fire.)
The third time is the one that makes you go “okay, maybe that's a thing now,” because apparently the kisses have nothing to do with Jackie-Shauna or simply gratitude – at least not entirely – and much more to do with the fact that it's you.
Which actually doesn't make much sense. Van and Taissa are together, why would either of them feel the need to kiss someone else? Why would they both feel? And why you? It's true they haven't told anyone yet, but you know. It's a little hard not to notice when they both disappear at the same time into the forest or behind the cabin so often, but still. You don't kiss other people when you're committed. It's a principle, damn it.
Anyway, it's starting to get cold, you think there's just over two months left until winter arrives, maybe less, which makes tasks much more complicated and annoying to do. Especially when it comes to washing clothes.
Luck – Mari's damn shuffle – decided that you, Tai and Van would be the ones to do the laundry this time and the three of you dragged yourselfs grumbling and complaining to the lake, carrying piles of clothes in your arms.
Now, of all the things you have to do around the cabin, scrubbing clothes in cold running water is probably the one you hate the most. Cold, wrinkled hands, chills running down your spine, ew. The fact that Van and Tai went with you makes things at least a little less boring, with the redhead happily filling the silence, her silly jokes making the task almost bearable to accomplish. Almost.
“Ugh,” You groan for what feels like the thousandth time in the last hour, “We’re gonna end up catching a cold like this.”
“You definitely will, if you keep annoying me like this,” Tai replies, swinging her arm towards you, cold water splashing in your arms, “I'm gonna push your dramatic ass into the river, I'm warning you.”
The drops make another chill run through your body, so just for the audacity, you straighten up and let your body fall against hers with the most done expression you can muster in a few seconds.
Tai screams your name indignantly when a wet t-shirt slips out of her hands and falls straight to the ground, but you don't pay much attention when lets out a loud and exaggeratedly long sigh, hearing Van’s laugh as she watches the scene.
And Van, wonderful, too sweet for her own good, Van, decides to finally take pity on your little show – maybe you really were spending too much time with Jackie – and finish what you had left of your part of the pile and you would definitely have jumped in her arms and kissed her for it, if you weren't, you know, in front of her girlfriend.
It turns out that blinking your eyes and sighing doesn't work as well for you as it does for Jackie, because as soon as you get ready to go back, bending down to pick up the heavy basket full of clothes, a familiar hand pushes your chest.
“Shit, Taissa!”
“I said I would do it, didn’t I?” She stands in front of you, hands on her hips and one eyebrow raised as she watches your form lying, shaking and soaking wet at the river's edge.
Van's laugh doesn't bring you that rush of happiness from moments before, since now you're sure that she only decided to help you because she knew what Tai was going to do anyway. That little shit.
You walk past them with the basket in your hands, a trail of water in your wake and a frown on your face.
The way back is completely silent, except for the sound of your fast breathing in your rush to get there and warm up and the girls' requests for you not to get upset over a silly joke. Whatever. You won't say a word to them no matter what they do.
“Oh, come on,” Van wraps an arm around your neck, “We didn’t want to make you so upset, right Tai?”
Tai moves closer, her shoulder brushing against yours, but you remain quiet regardless, even if your willpower to remain upset wanes a little.
“Right” she agrees, sounding very unconvincing, “What can we do to make it up to you?”
“We are so sorry,” Van reiterates, blinking innocently.
Your only response is a noise from your throat that sounds a lot like a petulant mumble and you feel the look they exchange over your shoulder.
And then Van's arm brings you closer and there are lips on either side of your neck. You freeze, breath hitches.
It's not fast like the other ones, but long and drawn out as if it's trying to prove you. A shiver runs down your spine and the baby hairs on the back of your neck stand up, even though you swear it's just because your skin is still damp from the fall. You can feel Van's hair tickling your face and Tai's breath is warm against your chin.
You blink and Van is walking away with a wolfish smile on her lips, whistling absentmindedly and Taissa has the basket you were carrying in her own arms.
“Aren’t you coming?” Van turns when she notices you still standing and Tai arches an eyebrow, as if to say 'so?' and you stumble after them.
“...Sure, whatever!” You stutter, face as red as your goalie’s hair, “But if I get sick, that’s on you!”
“You won’t!”
You return to the cabin with your head down, but for a completely different reason this time. You feel weird, embarrassed, even with your friends walking calmly beside you. It feels weird to just call them friends too.
(Three times – or was it four? It's a pattern. Definitely a pattern.)
You do, in fact, get sick and the fifth time feels more like a fever dream than anything.
Seriously. You survive a plane crash without any serious injuries, but a flu is what knocks you out. You end up in the attic, with a heavy chest, incessant sneezing and a high fever that won't let you sleep.
And of course, Misty Quigley hovering over you like a hawk.
In fact, all your friends seem to be hovering over you in an overprotective way these days, which might not be strange considering the situation, but other people in the group have gotten sick before, including the younger ones, and none of them have reacted like this.
Van and Tai spent the entire time staring like kicked puppies from across the room until Misty kicked them both downstairs so you could try to get some sleep. It wasn't doing much good, but the momentary tranquility was really aporeciated.
Misty has been with you the whole time since your fever started and you let her ramble happily while she plays nurse, putting damp cloths on your forehead and helping you drink hot tea, even though you insist you're well enough to do so. She seems very happy to be helpful, so you let her spoil you as much as she wants.
You turn over on the cold floor, wrapping the blankets tighter around you as you sneeze again and Misty sits next to you, but there's nothing she can do at the moment to make you better, so she stays still, looking nervous and pushing her glasses on the tip of the nose with her fingers.
You think about how she seemed to have looked with longing and something that might have been envy when Jackie ran her hand through your hair in the morning before going outside with Shauna after leaving you another blanket. She looked the same when Lottie rubbed your shoulder gently and spent time by your side throughout the afternoon, leaving what appeared to be a half-cut crystal near where your head rested. It's just like she wanted something, but didn't know what or if she could do it. You don't know exactly what too.
Your ears ring and you think about your teammates, your friends and kisses. Four kisses on three occasions. Things that didn't happen before, but apparently happen now and that follow a strange pattern. You wonder who will be next to follow it.
You do what you do next in the fog of sleep and fever, because you'll never be able to actually sleep if you don't have a proper place to rest your head. It has nothing to do with the possibility opened in your last thought.
Her legs are soft under the blue and yellow shorts she wears when you crawl around and rest your head on them and it's certainly much more comfortable than the floor.
“Talk,” You mumble, clearing your throat at the hoarse voice.
“What?” She squeaks and you can tell it caught her in surprise by the way her eyes roam over your form, unsure of what she just heard and what's going on.
Misty is clearly alarmed, arms raised above her body as if she's afraid to touch you, her glasses falling onto the tip of her nose again as she looks down to face you, blonde curls falling across her face.
“What– What are you doing?” She asks.
“Weren’t you saying something about Plato?” You hold back a yawn as you fix yourself on her lap, ignoring her question completely, “Come on, keep going.”
She seems to ponder for a second, jaw dropped in confusion, but you don't move, so she picks up where you assume she left off. After a few minutes listening with your eyes closed, you feel her soft hand rest hesitantly on your back, running her fingers up and down when you don't protest.
You let out a sigh when you finally manage to relax, her voice calming the ringing in your ears a little and when you squint your eyes, Misty seems perfectly satisfied.
That's it, you think, that's what she wanted then.
Your body still has sporadic chills, but you feel like falling asleep, having lost track of how much time has passed with Misty talking to the walls about whoever the philosopher of the moment is. Your head feels heavy, you can barely keep your eyes open. It's good not to be alone when you're like this.
You're not sure whether or not you imagine the cold lips against your warm forehead when you sleep, but it counts as success for your little test. Five.
(You only wake up the next morning, feeling much better and more energetic, even without remembering a single word you said to Misty, just having fallen asleep on her lap for a while. The way she blushes and laughs after that, staring and following you around whenever she can, says that she remembers it very well. Coach Ben gives you a look full of sympathy when he sees her clinging to your arm, which you don't quite understand.)
The sixth time happens in the middle of the forest. It's windy, sun almost down, with Natalie walking beside you. It's the most peaceful moment you've had in your life in weeks, and it's also the moment you realize that maybe there's something wrong with you as much as the rest of the team.
Nat is talking, complaining about how Travis – the closest thing she'll have to a boyfriend in this place – is mad at her. He won't hunt or talk to her, much less touch her.
That's why you're following her, actually, the hunting part. You don't have much sense of your place in the group compared to the others, doing a little bit of everything when necessary, but Natalie seems to enjoy your company on these occasions, even if your aim with the rifle isn't as good as hers.
You spend so much time listening to her complain about mundane things like condoms and the flask of old booze she found in dead-mummified-guy's stuff that you feel the absurd urge to laugh. It's so strangely normal – except for the mummy part, but still.
Maybe that was what made you open your mouth after minutes of silence and broken snorts:
“So he can't get it up once and now he's mad at you? Damn Nat, if you need someone to make out that badly then I could help you with that.”
It comes out half as a mockery, half as truth, because that's what you do. Help people, fix things. But it's sarcastic, because it's just a stupid idea for Natalie to even consider.
Except she suddenly goes quiet and when you turn your head, she's looking at you. Eyes half-closed, mouth open, wanting.
When she kisses you, you're already waiting, longing for it, arms wrapping around you and pressing your body against the nearest tree. You think about how she was the only one who had the courage to chase your lips, to take what she really wanted.
The only thing you can feel is the weight of Nat's hands – cold, always so cold, even though winter is still a while away – on your hips, one sliding up your back to grasp the hair at the back of your neck, lips parting and tongue finding yours almost desperately and then you can't think about anything else but her. Natalie, who is much stronger than she looks and who also holds her own to stay sane in this place much better than anyone could imagine. Natalie, the bane of your existence and also your best friend. Natalie, who kisses like she hunts: with all the confidence her reputation demands.
If you close your eyes tightly and try hard, you can almost pretend you're at one of Lottie or Jeff's parties, listening to your friend complain about a stupid boyfriend, getting euphoric because she likes you better than the said stupid boyfriend.
And then she's pulling away, mouth swollen and hair completely messed up from where your hands had been placed. The moment ends and you come back to reality, picking up the rifle from where it was lying on the grass and looking around uncertainly. You guys didn't catch anything today. Food is running out.
You return to the cabin in complete silence.
(You don't see Natalie trying to talk to Travis after this, nor him with her, but you don't think she cares.)
You stopped counting after that, kisses and touches becoming a blur in your mind as the days pass and your worry increases. Whatever this is seems less important than what's happening at the moment: little food, few coats, winter approaching, a fucking baby coming.
However, it all comes back to them anyway, when you finally realize that you were right all along, that there really was something wrong with all of you and everything goes south quickly when someone decides to put mushrooms in the food.
It was an unspoken knowledge between you that the Yellowjackets would never be able to have a proper homecoming, so when the idea of a doomcoming came up in the conversation, even as a bad joke, you were one of the first to agree to it. A bittersweet goodbye sounded better than nothing.
You just didn't expect everyone to end up on drugs and acting like they were in some kind of cult. What did you miss that got you all to this point?
There is someone howling in the forest. Someone, not an animal. Or maybe they really were animals, given the way they're all chasing you now.
Just a moment ago you were genuinely enjoying the night, dancing with Ravi to Lottie's humming music and drinking fermented punch for who knows how long, even with a small feeling of being watched sent shivers down your spine at times. Then there was no sign of Ravi or Travis – nor Coach Ben, but he escaped somewhere in the woods with Natalie's canteen in his hand the second Misty's back was turned – and things started to get... confusing after everyone helped themselves to some stew.
Now there's someone howling in the forest and your head is spinning, hurried footsteps sound behind you as you end up back in front of the cabin after running in circles, a rabbit cornered by an entire pack.
Leaves are stuck in your hair, the hem of your dress is torn and covered in dirt, and you're sure you scraped one of your knees while running. There are also a bunch of dilated pupils focused on you.
Shauna is the first to approach, which surprises you so much that it gives the others time to do the same, big, sad, hazy brown eyes seeming to see deep into your soul.
“Why do you keep running away from us?” she asks, a pout that you can't tell if it's fake or not formed on her face, sliding a hand gently up your arm to your waist pulling you close and keeping her grip tight.
Jackie has her head cocked to the side and a smile painted red rather than pale pink like the first. She looks a little more composed than you'd expect, standing next to Shauna and bouncing in her step expectantly.
That was all it took to realize that you couldn't pull away even if you wanted to, melting against the scalding skin as if you had no problem getting burned.
“I'm not. I just… I don’t know what’s going on.”
The words came out slow and slurred on your tongue as if you didn't know exactly what you were referring to. This whole crazy night? Absolutely, but there are also so many other moments not recognized before.
You find yourself guided back to the cabin when you hear Lottie's voice in the background and Misty taking your hand to guide you. It all ends up there anyway.
You're unsure when you're placed in the pile of blankets and sheets on the floor, the lit fireplace warms the room like never before and there seem to be hands everywhere when Natalie enters your field of vision.
“I think you're a little too high right now, hun,” Nat scoffs, as if she's amused by your slowness.
You feel a laugh grow in your chest though you don't mean to, “You– you think so?”
“Yep,” she clicks her tongue, “The mushrooms hit hard.”
“Mushrooms!?” You let out a squeak of surprise when you're suddenly pulled back against someone's front, recognizing Taissa's nails scratching your back through your dress.
“Sorry,” Misty mutters disjointedly, tracing the lines of your palm like it's the most interesting thing in the world.
“What–”
You stop mid-sentence when you make a sound in the back of your throat as you feel Van's teeth graze the junction of your shoulder and neck, bright green eyes and a wolfish smile on her recently healed face. You knew right away who the hell was howling.
“Oh, come on,” Van echoes with the same provocation from the day in the lake, “Don't tell me you're afraid of It.”
“It?” Your breath hitches when a hand guides your head up and there she is.
Lottie Matthews looking down at you, an antler crown on her head that makes you slack-jawed and hazy looking, looking completely divine and you hesitate when you realize that the entire team has gathered around you, as if they were waiting for something. What the fuck is going on?
Lottie leans down to your level, face dangerously close to you, and you swallow hard when your eyes settle on her lips. She never kissed you, not like the others, something that always left a doubt in your head; an almost embarrassing curiosity to know what it would be like.
She meets your eyes with a malicious gleam, like she knows exactly what you're thinking and leans in a little more and just as you close your eyes to meet hers, hunger lips stray to your jaw.
“Lottie–” you squirm and the hands on your hips hold you tighter.
Nat silences you, running her fingers through your face provocatively while Lottie trails kisses down your neck, working her way down. Everything seems too stuffy, like you're melting at their touch.
“It's okay,” she reassures, cold, chapped lips finding your chest, teeth scraping the skin, “It wants us to, can't you feel It?”
You can't feel it, not really, you never understood this strange connection everyone seemed to feel with the wilderness that you didn't, but there are gentle hands caressing you, making you sink deeper and deeper and Lottie is finally kissing you, just like you wanted; lips stopping right over your heart, as if she wanted to devour it.
“Yeah,” you say, “I feel it.”
You're sure the cabin is on fire, but you're the only one who's burning.
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idk u guys i was bored
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i love ur headcanons!! would u be able to do how lottienat would be in bed with a shy partner :)
Ofc 💕 Shy partner sleeping with LottieNat
LottieNat x Shy Reader
SFW:
You were definitely nervous about physical contact around nat and lots when you were first dating them, you had never been intimate with someone before so it took you a little bit of time to get out of your shell
the first time you had shared the bed with both girls was at a sleepover at lottie's house, it had been a long night and you were ready to crash. Lottie and nat were huddled up together and you stood at the end of her bed arms crossed looking down wondering how to approach the situation
nat pulls your hand and you walk toward her side, she caresses your cheek and softly pulls the covers off so you can slip in next to her, at first you're stiff but slowly calm down, "It's just me," looks over at lottie "just us" she presses a kiss on your forehead and lottie reaches over and attacks you with kisses and love making you laugh.
you hide your face in lottie's neck when nat compliments you and calls you her baby right after getting ready for bed (or the other way around). You’re so pookie
running hands through your hair and being a little spoon when you're anxious
sleeping with them becomes a coping mechanism fr, place free of judgement
with time you would squeeze yourself between them or anywhere on the bed without feeling odd about it. They were so happy too that you were comfortable enough to do that around them.
nat hogs the blankets so you need to get one for yourself or end up on top of lottie and she holds you close so you're warm. Nat gets jealous though and pulls you into her arms if she wakes up in the middle of the night girl is so needy 😙
Lottie is always SO WARM, personal heater for real it's terrible in the summer "lottie please let go it's too hot" you shove her off and lean into nats space, 5 mins later and lottie has latched you to her side again, but both girls want to be close to you.
NSFW:
nat usually initiates anything sexual especially when you all are high. Inhibitions are low so you relax way easier, you are also bolder and not scared to initiate anything, straddling lottie grinding down on her while grabbing nat by her collar and kissing her.
waking up with nat between your thighs and lottie sloppily pecking your neck, running her hands across your chest and down your waist.
you wake up with loads of hickeys and have to smother yourself in foundation that eventually rubs off when you go to practice. Tai and van always make fun of you for it lmao
Post Crash:
they both become protective since you're in a new space and it's not that comfortable
will make the best makeshift bed you can possibly imagine in the cabin.
will become a cuddle pile whenever you're snowed in and there's nothing to do the other girls get kind of annoyed that you're all relaxing but let's bffr 🙄there's nothing else to do, the other girly pops are just jealous they should cuddle each other.
I think you both start to care more for nat after she gets hunted and is stressed out about being queen, holding her when she wakes up crying from nightmares and rocking her back and forth until she's fast asleep again
sleep is one of the the best parts of your day honestly, it's perfect alone time and beyond comforting in such a scary place.
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enemy natalie hate sex after practice...
warnings: dubcon,fingering, public sex,natalie calling herself mommy!!!,LESBIANS KISSING 👩❤️👩 ( for you HOMOPHOBES )
It wasn't weird to say that you and Natalie absolutely loathed each other. Always throwing snarky remarks at one another after you purposely tripped her and then laughed or when she would whine to Jackie about how ass you were at soccer (just so she could get your attention ), and today's soccer practice had absolutely no difference from any other practice.
"Shut up already!" you yelled at Natalie, rolling your eyes as you walked in the girls' changing room,sweat running down your face from practice.
"How about you learn how to pass the ball first and then talk?" Natalie's annoyed choice rang through the girls' changing rooms while she walked behind you,her hair in a ponytail while panting slightly.
Deciding to ignore her, you walked over to your bag, taking out your water bottle and bringing it to your lips,a few droplets running down your throat.
You felt Natalie's eyes piercing right through you,her hands sweaty as she was looking at your neck, trying to ignore how hot you looked and focus instead of how you "sucked" at the game.
"Such a loser" the bleach blonde girl smirks while saying this, looking at you eagerly to see how you'll reply and instead she's met with nothing as she watches you roll your eyes and walk away.
She felt furious,how could you act so calmly after setting her nerves on fire?how could you just ignore her?how could you not give her attention?
She stormed over to you angrily, pushing you against your locker.
"What are you doing?" You yelled, trying to get out of her grip, ignoring how she was touching you in all the right places and made your cheeks heat up.
"Stop ignoring me" Natalie replied back harshly,her hand sneaking into your panties while the other held your thigh.
You felt like you were going to faint,was this really happening?
And before you could ever process what's happening, you felt Natalie's skilled fingers rubbing your clit with a smirk,her lips quickly attaching themselves to your neck.
Moans leaving your lips as you held onto her shoulders to stabilise yourself, throwing your head back against the locker when you soon felt her enter 2 fingers inside of you.
Your eyes rolling at the back of your head as you started swearing at the fast pace of Natalie's fingers going in and out of you.
"So pretty when you shut up" Natalie says in a quiet tone that made you even wetter than you already were, curling her fingers up in a "come here" motion to hit your g-spot and by the looks of it,she did.
"found it, didn't i?" She teased, rubbing that spot with a laugh as she watched you completely fall apart under her.
"P-please let me cum" your small voice begged,tears welling up in your eyes as you were so close, clenching around her fingers, praying she wouldn't stop.
And your prayers clearly weren't heard as her fingers slowed down, teasingly taking them out of your pussy with a pop before teasing the entrace,her thumb rubbing your clit while staring down at you.
"Oh,yeah?and why do you think i should let you cum? always being so mean to me and ignoring me" Natalie mocked you,a pout on her lips that made her look so innocent,if it wasn't for her fingers absolutely ruining you.
"I'll start being nice to you, please. I'm sorry" you cried out,your hands going to Natalie's hair, tugging at it before smashing your lips on hers.
Your answer seemed to satisfy Natalie and so,her fingers entered you once again, making you gasp in her mouth, bucking your hips up slightly.
"gonna be a good girl for me,hm?gonna cum for mommy?" Natalie whispered against your lips before sucking a hickey on your neck, moving her fingers as fast as she could while also rubbing your clit.
Moans and groans spilled out of your mouth as you begged her,almost crying from the pleasure.
"it's okay love, taking my fingers so well,you can cum" were the last words you needed to hear before cumming around her fingers,a loud moan of her name escaping your lips as she continued rubbing your clit through your high before smirking and pulling out her now sticky fingers, bringing them to her mouth and sucking on them.
"i hate you" you said after catching your breath and kissing Natalie, tasting yourself on her tongue and pulling away right after.
"The feelings mutual,you fucker" the blonde said with a laugh before pausing. "Our fights should end up like this more often"
maybe,just maybe,she wasn't that bad after all.
You rolled your eyes while slapping her arm,your lips curving up into a smile. "You know what,i think you're right"
#nat scatorccio smut#yellowjackets smut#nat scatorccio x reader#nat scatorccio#natalie scatorccio x reader#natalie scatorccio#natalie scatorccio smut#yellowjackets x reader#yellowjackets
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🦝— green eyed monster
summary: jackie gets too close to you and nat hates it.
warnings: 18+ MDNI, jealous!nat, public sex.
nat watches from the cabin porch as you teach jackie how to hold the gun. a fire in her rises at the way your arms are wrapped around hers and the not so subtle way jackie giggles as you make some stupid joke. it wasn't even that funny, she thinks.
she balls up her fists and can practically feel the steam blowing from her ears. part of her wishes she could just walk up and smack jackie into next year but she knows it would cause unnecessary drama. but mostly, she stops herself because you would be mad at her.
and she hates that.
the cabin door opens and she sees misty's curly blonde locks from the corner of her eyes. she doesn't pay any attention as she sits down next to her, too focused on the way jackie seems to be feeling up your muscles while biting her lip.
"what's got you all mopey?" misty's cheery voice makes her even more annoyed.
"nothin'." nat mumbles, leaning her chin on her hand.
"well, it's obviously something!" misty says, bumping her shoulder against nat's which makes her eyes roll to the back of her head. "oh... i know. is it-
"JACKIE!"
nat screams the girl's name so loud she thinks she felt the earth rumble. you drop the gun just as jackie leans in to kiss you, looking towards nat with wide eyes.
oh no, you think. this is the end. poor jackie.
you freeze in place as nat darts over to the both of you, and you have half a mind to tell jackie to run for her life before nat inevitably gets to her. nat gets all up in jackie's face as she yells at her, and your face burns when you notice the rest of the girls peeking out the windows to see what's going on.
"what the fuck do you think you're doing?" nat pokes jackie's shoulders, and it's enough pressure to make her stumble back a bit. you catch her, and you soon realize it was the wrong thing to do because now nat's anger is directed towards you.
"were you just gonna let her kiss you?" her accusatory voice makes you flinch, your mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.
"n-no! i just- everything happened too fast." you try and defend yourself. jackie takes her chance while nat is distracted with you to leave and seek shelter in the cabin while she scolds you.
before you can get another word out, nat pulls you by your shirt and leads you into the forest. you try and speak up but she yells at you to shut up and instead of trying to talk it out, you keep it shut to make her happy. the last thing you need to do is piss her off even more.
"did you enjoy doing that back there?" she stops and pushes you up against a tree, getting all up in your face. "letting jackie flirt with you like you're not mine?"
she growls the last part, hand snaking up to your throat before tugging you in for a steamy kiss. you moan at her roughness and she uses the opportunity to shove her tongue inside your mouth, feeling her way around. her free hand pulls your shorts down, snapping the waistband of your panties against your skin teasingly.
"natty," you whine, thrusting your hips into her hand. "please."
her kisses are making you feel light-headed and you need more.
"please, what?" she draws back from your neck and looks at you with a smirk on her face that you wish you could wipe off. "use your big girl words."
"please fuck me," you try and lean in for another kiss but her hand around your throat pushes you back, making you bite your lip at the pressure. "need your fingers."
"do you need them here?" nat coos mockingly and lightly traces her fingers around your damp panties, trying to hold back from giving in so soon because the clear outline of your lips is making her dizzy.
"or here?" her thumb just barely grazes your clit and you nod quickly, letting out tiny pleas as she continues teasing you. finally, she pulls your panties down to your thighs, and you spread your legs subconsciously. "please, nat. i'll be good, i promise." you beg, feeling tears well up at how desperate you're becoming.
nat kisses a stray tear that falls while abruptly shoving two fingers in your pussy, smirking at how hard you gasp.
you've always loved how calloused her fingers are, especially as they rub back and forth against your walls, increasing the pleasure. you lean your head back against the tree as you let her fuck you, occasionally humping into her hand.
"would you have let jackie kiss you?" she can't stop thinking about it.
her voice is softer now, her rough exterior gone as she looks in your eyes. you know she needs you to ease her doubts, and your nuzzle you nose in her neck while whispering. "of course, not. i'm with you, natty."
you nip at her neck and she paws at your clit, focusing on making you cum. she feels your eyelashes flutter against her neck and she ignores the way her hand gets stiff, needing to make you cum for her own pleasure.
"i love you, nat." you tell her over and over again, moaning her name as she makes you cum. as you come down from your high, she slowly pulls out, tasting your sweet juices on her tongue. she bends down and pulls your underwear and shorts back up, kissing you softly on the nose.
"i love you, more."
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