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1996 / 2021

gif request meme - anon asked - yellowjackets + favourite platonic relationship

i know you are probably swamped with requests but i just wanna talk about nat x reader x lottie…. like the attention you’d get from both of them. being sandwiched in between them at night. lottie telling nat to take extra care of you when you both go hunting because she’s scared something might happen

OHHHHHH. YESYEYSYEYSYSYSYSYS LOTTIENAT OHRJSIJFMEHGS

my apologies i love them both sm i cannot DESCRIBE IT

anyways yesyesyes i love this request lottienat would be the perfect poly and i stand by this. lottie who is very optimistic with natalie who tends to rationalize would be the perfect balance. both girls love you very very much and are your sole protectors.

when natalie takes you hunting, lottie is extremely worried, making you both do many ritualistic things before you go, even making you wear van’s bone necklace paired with the others she had already made you. she cannot stand the thought of you getting hurt, and while she knows natalie can protect you, it doesn’t stop her mind wondering to the worst possible scenario.

natalie will only laugh at her, telling her that shes overthinking and that you both will be perfectly fine. (she doesn’t care though, you will most definitely catch her murmuring to the wilderness to watch over you both). and you’ll also catch her subtly pulling nat aside and whispering in her ear (shes telling her that if you get hurt in any way that she’ll summon jackie’s ghost to haunt her)

hunting with nat… KEHSOEHDJXUSJ

good lord i love this woman. anyways if you dont know how to shoot, you bet she will be pulling you aside, teaching you until she deems you are ready to come with her. oh i can just imagine her being much more touchy than needed, her hands all over you, claiming that you aren’t holding the gun right after she’s repeatedly moved you into different spots, just using it as a excuse to touch you.

and when she finally does take you out there, you both have the time of your lifeeeeeee. she makes it so fun, you don’t know how but she had always managed to lift your mood if needed. shes just a lil gay who wants to make you smile and hold you and protect you and she will do just that especially while hunting. she’ll be so proud of you when you kill you first animal, a smile on her face as she throws her arms around you, telling you over and over how proud she is.

and when you two come home with food, lottie is already waiting on the front porch, her foot nervously tapping against the ground as her fingers fidget with nat’s ring that was on her index finger. when she sees the pair of you, she is immediately running to you, bringing both of you into her arms as she leaves kisses on both of your faces. she is so cute omg i cannot.

and when you all go to sleep you can 1000% bet that you all permanently have dibs on the attic (sorry shauna we kicked you out) lottie sleeps on your left, spooning you from behind while she rests her cheek on your shoulder. nat sleeps on your right, the pair of you face to face with her head nestled in the crook of your neck. or some nights lottie will just hold you, nat as well. sleeping with them would deadass be paradise omg

anyways i know i got carried away with this but idc i love lottienat they are my babies!!!!! thank you for this i will take any excuse to talk about them i swear. send me more lottienat things!!! i love writing about them

much love to you all!

“Where are we going?” “The future.”

Captain America: The First Avenger / Captain America: The Winter Soldier

people will scream "fuck them kids!" gleefully from the rooftops, but when I, Ben Scott, light a cabin filled with children on fire, all of a sudden-

pouring one out for jackie taylor tonight. these first two seasons, it has been her that moved the story along. they would have never made it to nationals or gotten on that plane without her scoring that goal in s1, her death started the cannibalism in s2. hard to see how that trend can continue in s3 now that she’s super mega dead. she’ll continue to haunt the narrative, but we’re officially at the end of a girlfail era 😔✊

He can I request dialogue 2 with Travis where reader is getting all sappy and shit when they settle into the cabin

🧡Cabin Fever - Travis Martinez x fem!Reader🧡

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Summary: a quiet conversation at the lake...

Warnings: Convo about Periods, hurt + comfort

Word Count: 1,122

A/N: Hello Loves! I know a handful of you have wanted this, so here he is! Travis is actually a lot harder than I anticipated to write, but that could be because I'm not the greatest at writing men/boys. This turned out a lot angstier than intended, but I think we can all appreciate quality hurt/comfort now and then. Unfortunately though, pretty much all of my Travis requests have quite a hefty amount of angst in them. But that's all I'll say, so As always, feel free to leave questions or comments in my comments or ask box, and happy reading! 🧡

Travis Martinez Tag List: @candylandy8173 @elliesjoints @nebulaemo

Yellowjackets Tag List: @frasersgf @minimickzy

General Tag List: @summergeezburr

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It had only been a week, maybe more or less, and you were sick of the cabin. It had quickly grown overcrowded and overstimulating, so you now found every opportunity you could to leave and be outside for as long as possible. It had become commonplace for you to wander all day and not come back till nightfall. Today, however, you'd found some peace at the lake. It started as a trip to get more water for back at the cabin, only to turn into an impromptu bath and swim. You'd grown desperate for some semblance of feeling clean again. But now you'd finished and were drying off on the shore.

“You’ve been gone all day,” a rough voice said behind you, though you didn’t turn. You only shrugged, arms wrapped around your knees as the waterline lapped at the rocky terrain under you and your toes. You hadn’t felt like putting your shoes back on just yet.

“It's getting crowded over there. I need to clear my head sometimes” you mumbled, eyes transfixed on a particularly shiny stone near your feet. Travis didn’t sit beside you, choosing to stand with his hands in his pockets.

“Mind bringing me along when you get away next time?” he asked. You chuckled.

“Is all the period talk getting to be too much for you?” you looked up at him, tilting your head and covering your eyes with your hand to keep the sun away. You were starting to regret not bringing those sunglasses your mother suggested.

“What, you on it too?” he griped. After a pause, you let out a snorting laugh at him. It had your stomach churning and you had to lie down on your back, arm covering your eyes as you grinned.

“Hey, better get used to it, T-man. I have a feeling it’s gonna be a minute before we get out of here,” you heard the stones beside you shuffle as he took a seat.

“I don’t hope that’s not the case,” he mumbled. You peeked out from under your arm to get a good look at him. He looked tired and out of it. You knew Travis well. You used to play little league soccer together when you were 6. His dad had been the coach then too. Honestly, that had been the only reason you played soccer now in high school. You lost some of that relationship with him over time. It was strange, his sudden interest in you. You always thought he kind of resented you for whatever reason. He’d grown up a lot though, you noted.

“Why? Can't stand being the only man with a bunch of women? Isn't that like, every guy's dream?” you hummed, covering your eyes again. You heard him scoff and shuffle his feet on the rocks.

“Yeah, maybe, but they haven't considered what comes with being around a bunch of girls,”

“What? Travis can’t handle a little girl talk?” you teased. He sighed heavily, grumbling under his breath.

“Maybe not constant girl talk, no,” you chuckled at that some and decided to sit up again. “is that why you always leave?”

“What? Because of girl talk?” he nodded. You shook your head. “No, I'm used to it. It's just locker room stuff at this point,” Travis wrinkled his nose and grimaced.

“You talk about your periods and stuff together?” he seemed quite surprised. Your brows raised and you nodded.

“I mean, what did you think we talked about?” you could see the formings of an embarrassed blush heat the apples of his cheeks.

“I dunno, I thought you talked about boys or something. Like magazines maybe, I dunno,” you began to laugh again.

“I mean, sure, we do, but that's not all we talk about,” he continued to frown and looked away, piercing his lips.

“Whatever. I just didn’t think I’d have to hear so much about it,” he grumbled. You laughed again, looking out onto the lake with a lackluster smile.

“You sound like your dad, you know that?” you said without putting any thought behind it. Upon realizing you felt yourself cringe, sucking in a breath between your teeth. You expected Travis to throw himself into a rage, scream at you to shut the fuck up, and not mention his father, now dead a buried by the crash sight which felt long forgotten by now. But he didn’t. He stayed quiet, staring down at his shoes with a crease in his brow and a frown on his lips.

“ugh, don’t remind me,” was all he managed to say through fumbling teeth. You began to apologize but he shook his head, his eyes turning up and looking at you. “Don’t. It’s fine,” his voice faltered, letting you know that it wasn’t fine. But you weren't going to press any more than you had already. He went quiet again and you chewed at your lip.

“You know, he was a pretty shit dad,” he said eventually, his eyes transfixed on the open air of the lake. You watched, keeping your words to yourself. “I’m pretty sure he was cheating on my mom or something. I don’t know though. He wouldn’t fess up to me and no one told me what was happening,” he took a long sniff in, his lip twitching.

“I used to wish he’d just leave. Maybe then Mom would be happy. But now he’s gone, and I just-” he trailed off shaking his head with parted lips. He didn’t go on from there and you couldn't find any words, so you did the only thing you could think of and reached out, your fingertips brushing over his spin. He jumped and you hesitated, but when he looked up to meet your gaze, tears forming in his eyes with a quivering lip you couldn’t help the way your gaze softened.

You reached out your other hand, brushing your fingers over his cheek as you moved forward, hesitantly enveloping him in your arms. His nose and face found the crook where your neck met your shoulder as one of your arms snaked around his shoulder while the other slipped to cradle the back of his neck. He began to quiver in your arms. He wrapped his arms around your shoulder and waist, squeezing tight for as much support as he could get from you. You felt tears run down your shoulder, wetting your shirt as he sniffled and cried. Your fingertips tangled in his growing hair and you breathed him in as tears sting your eyes now.

“It’s gonna be ok…” was all you could muster. If you believed that or not, you didn't know, but it was what you both needed, even if it was only for a moment.

yellowjackets is a comedy

Shauna is such a mess LMAO like she just had to chop up some 14 year old boy for dinner and a few hours later she’s over here bitching in her diary about how she wasn’t picked to be antler queen

all of the yellowjackets are going to die.

i've had different versions of this theory bouncing around in my head since mid s1, and if you've seen final destination, you can just skip the rest of the post because you probably already know where i'm going with this.

natalie's death scene was overall unsatisfying in my opinion, but that's not because i don't think that the show was leading up to it eventually. her character arc was rushed and cut off too abruptly, but after sitting with the episode for a bit, i do think that natalie was always going to be the first of the survivors we saw die.

"we both know that's not true. this is exactly where we belong. we've been here for years."

now it's notable that natalie is appearing as she did the night of the party in the pilot. the last night before the plane crash. not just her outfit, but her hair and make up are the same. see how much of her roots are grown out, vs how much they're grown out in the 96 timeline.

when that plane went down 600 miles off course, no one was supposed to survive. not a single person on that plane should have made it out. The Wilderness, the lonely, violent, misunderstood Wilderness kept them alive when they crashed into It. when they found cabin guy's plane back in s1, lottie looked at the vines growing around the wheels and said "It didn't want him to leave", and she was right. laura lee's trip ending in spontaneous combustion should have been enough to prove that if only they were paying attention by then.

they all should have died when that plane crashed. The Wilderness allowed them to survive, to make a home. albeit violently, tragically, It nurtured them through two winters, and ungratefully, they all left anyway. eventually they're all going to have to go home to It, one way or another, dead or alive. It's already been inside them for years.

Not Travis and Nat working really hard to recover from their demons and actually being clean just for them to be accidentally killed by their friends and have their deaths ruled a suicide and a drug overdose (: (:

never recovering from this ever actually

getting ready to go to sleep with lottie next to you and she keeps saying one more kiss and asking stupid questions

whiny lottie matthews x reader 💤🫶🏼

It was 1:36 am, and you and Lottie found yourselves nestled under your warm covers. Your bodies pressed against each other, legs intertwined, as you prepared to drift off to sleep in the soothing darkness of your room.

"Babe, I’m tired,” you murmured in a hoarse voice, letting out an adorable pout as you rubbed your sleepy eyes.

Your girlfriend, fully aware of your fatigue, decided to playfully disregard your words, continuing to tenderly cup your face in her hands, peppering your tired face with gentle kisses. Her nose nuzzled against yours and your cheeks as she snuggled closer to you.

A soft giggle escaped your lips as Lottie's lashes tickled you. "Lotts, stop,” you said with a soft laugh, lightly pushing her shoulders to create some distance. “We have to go to bed, we've got school tomorrow.”

"Mmm, school can wait," she murmured, snuggling even closer to you, resting her face against your neck. "But if you give me just one more kiss, I might reconsider listening," she playfully bargained, a goofy smile adorning her face.

“Fine, but just one more,” you teased, gently caressing her cheek with your thumb.

"Yes, just one," she murmured, inching closer to you until your lips met in a tender and longing kiss.

The kiss lasted for a few brief seconds, a short yet lovely moment. However, as you began to part, she whispered, "wait..." and swiftly closed the gap once more, initiating another tender kiss.

You became fully immersed in the moment, exchanging kisses and embracing each other as time seemed to stand still. However, you eventually broke the kiss and spoke up, “Okay okay, let’s sleep now, yeah?” you said, planting a gentle kiss on her forehead.

She pouted, expressing her reluctance, "But I don't want to go to bed just yet," she protested.

Curious, you asked, your palms resting on her neck and your thumbs tenderly stroking her jaw, "Why not?"

"Because I'll miss seeing you until tomorrow," she replied, her voice filled with longing.

"But, babe, we're sharing the same bed," you said, a playful grin spreading across your face, finding her adorable.

"Yeah, but I wanna keep kissing you," she insisted.

"Well, I promise we'll have plenty more kisses tomorrow," you replied, a smile still lingering on your lips, which prompted a whiny pout from her.

"I love you," you said softly, planting a gentle kiss right next to her nose.

She couldn’t help but let a soft smile spread across her face. "I love you more," she whispered, pulling you closer until both of you drifted off to sleep, wrapped in each other's embrace.

“Fancy thinking the Beast was something you could hunt and kill! You knew, didn’t you? I’m part of you?” - Lord of the Flies written by William Golding

“You know there’s no “it,” right? It was just us.” “Is there a difference?” - Yellowjackets, “Storytelling” written by Ameni Rozsa

I CAN’T WAIT FOR YOU TAI. I DON’T HAVE THAT KIND OF TIME.

For Yellowjackets, do you write for both the teens and adults versions or just the teens?

i write for both!! you can request whatever you like for the teens and the adults that i have listed! don’t be afraid to send in whatever you like!

I never use my brain I only use my heart

NATALIE SCATORCCIO — 1996 | 2021

🧡Vanessa "Van" Palmer NSFW Alphabet🧡

🧡Read the SFW Alphabet here!🧡

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Warnings: It's all dirty [AFAB Reader/anatomy used]

Word Count: 1,644

A/N: Yall wanted it soooooo bad, so here you go! As always, feel free to leave questions or comments in my comments or ask box, and happy reading!🧡

Vanessa "Van" Palmer Tag List: @blairfox04 @kyleeservopoulos

Yellowjackets Tag List: @frasersgf @minimickzy

General Tag List: @summergeezburr

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Van gets sleepy after sex and will fall asleep if you let her, but she enjoys some mellow intimacy as well when all is said and done. She seems like the type to enjoy a shared shower after sex or just cuddling, maybe even reading 

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

That’s a tits woman if I’ve ever seen one. Like, it’s not in an objectifying way by any means, but if she had to pick her favorite part of you that gets her off, it's your boobs. It’s a really common joke of hers to squeeze one without warning and make the stupidest honking sound, and no matter how much you may act like you hate it she knows that you’re lying. 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

She loves making you cum. The tight, warm feeling around her fingers and the way you press against her, grabbing at her for support while she makes you feel that way. It always boosts her ego when she can get you going quickly and cumming even quicker. She loves that dopamine smile you give her and how you practically melt like putty in her hands when you finish

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

She’s into primal sort of (though she wouldn't define it that way) but feels guilty about it because it reminds her of how she was in the wilderness. She’s concerned it comes from a place of aggression from her teens and is even more concerned that she could go too far and hurt you in some way. But she loves the feeling of nails leaving white crescent indents on her skin and she tends to bite her hand when you go down on her. 

E = Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Ms. Plamer is very experienced. She had a very colorful sex life in college (I think she went for a few years but didn’t graduate) and that continued into her adult life.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

She loves pinning you down to the bed while she fingers you and kisses your neck. Her favorite thing is when your wrap your arm around her neck and your hand finds the back of her hair, holding her lips to your neck. She also loves the close-up view of your face as your eyes squeeze shut and you bite your lip, trying to suppress the sounds you want to make, only to eagerly let them go when she tells you she wants to hear.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

She often attempts at being serious but she naturally jokes in nearly every situation, so it doesn't work out, despite her focus. 

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Girlfriend is all-natural. She’s never been the type to shave and she enjoys her body hair. She isn’t gonna tell anyone else what to do with their body, but she finds it strange when people actively talk about body hair like it’s a negative thing

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

In an established relationship she’s all about romance, but kinda in a jobing way? Like, she of course loves you, and she's not making fun of that, not ever, but she does make fun of those sex scenes in those corny romance movies play out (you know, the ones she insists she doesn’t like but always ends up sticking around for). She’s the type to reference one of those scenes while getting intimate with you if you watched one recently because she knows that a cheesy oneliner is guaranteed to make you laugh, and that's what makes it intimate for her. She loves making you laugh because no one can do it the way she can, and no one else gets to hear that laugh slipping past your lips as they’re pressed against hers as she does. 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

If she feels the need or desire to masturbate, she prefers getting off with her hands and knows what she’s doing but she doesn’t do it all that often. She’d rather have her needs met with another person over masturbating if given the choice

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Again, primal. But she doesn’t call it that because let’s face it, she’s not in on modern lingo in general, but especially not kink lingo. Other than that she’s not that kinky in my opinion. Sure, she likes being dominant, but not in a bdsm way. She prefers things more on the vanilla side compared to what some of the other girls might be into shall we say

L = Location (favorite places to do they do)

Not a location, but she loves morning sex, especially in the spring and summer when it’s warm and you wake up with the window open and the breeze coming in. She likes kissing you awake and seeing that pretty smile of yours dripping with sleep as you greet her with a horse, underused whispery voice that eventually turns into breathy moans and whimpers once she gets the go-ahead for her favorite activity. She also loves cooking breakfast after because you’re extra clingy with her

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Exposed skin. Something about you out in public wearing something that shows off just a little extra of the goods she’s used to getting her extra excited if she’s in the mood. Going swimming together is the absolute worst though because once you're home her hands are all over you, insisting that you both need a shower.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Ignore the words “no” or “stop”. Some people are into that and have a different safe word, but the second she hears either one she’s stopping everything she’s doing and insisting that you tell her what she did wrong so she can fix it and that’s completely nonnegotiable. 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

She prefers giving just bc she’s a giving person, but she just loves eating out and she’s extremely talented at it. She likes smiling up at you when she’s done with a stupid grin and shiny chin. 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast because she likes getting her reward, but she’s very gentle about it. She’s not gonna edge you unless you explicitly ask because she’s far too driven to get you to the finish line naturally

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Not big on quickies. Maybe in the morning before opening the store, but she’d rather wait and have more time with you than take a quickie 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

She’s willing to experiment but she’s not keen on it. She’s completely satisfied with a routine sex life

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

With you she can go as many rounds as you like, but if it’s her receiving she gets overstimulated quite easily. She doesn’t like going back to back, so she needs time between orgasm 

T = Toys (do they own toys or use them on a partner or themselves?)

Not really into toys. She's too hands-on. She likes knowing that every bit of pleasure that you’re feeling is thanks to her rather than a toy. But if you really want to use one, she’ll give it a go. But it’ll never be her idea

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

She’s not a huge tease. She will start teasing, but she's far too eager to keep the act up and prefers getting what she wants over getting you hot and bothered because she knows she can do that much faster than she can from teasing you alone. She’s not good about being teased though. She gets easily frustrated and wants what she wants. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Not all that loud. Like, not screaming, but she’s not afraid to make sounds. More of a groaner than a moaner shall we say

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

I think Van could use marijuana for her own personal pain management for her cancer and sometimes that leads to sex while high, which she loves! But it’s always a lot slower, clumsier, and messier than your regular sex. There's a lot of laughing and getting distracted but it’s always a great time for the both of you.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Naturally, a more muscular build because she’s always been very active, and of course body hair + all of her scars. She has both burn scars that have faded quite a bit over time but she’s also got more scars like the ones on her face littered all over. She only says they’re from a dog attack when she was a teenager and nothing more and you don’t question it, though you know it's probably a lie. She finds comfort in the way you’ll run your fingers over her scars though. It reminds her that though the way she earned them might not have been very traditional, they’re still a part of her and her story like every scar is for every person. 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Not that high. Sex isn’t a requirement for her honestly and it's not something she needs regularly but more like something she enjoys.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

She can fall asleep very quickly if allowed and she falls asleep hard.

the plot of yellowjackets

lottie matthews with a knife lottie matthews with a knife lottie matthews with a knife lottie matthews with a knife lottie matthews with a knife

since i have extreme lottie brainrot, could i request a fic about when lottie becomes the “messiah” of the group, reader doesn’t really believe in it and is worried about her gf but lottie tells her this is what the wilderness wants. smut maybe?! basically just lottie praise and worship!!

oh my fuck. yesyesyesyes the lottie brainrot!!!!! god i dont know what it is about her but i just love her !! and bro, i swear i love ur ideas sm!! and with the reader doesnt believe in the wilderness request, i absolutely love this

i just imagined her looking at you like your batshit crazy when you admit to her that you don’t exactly understand the wilderness thing, and she just silently gets up, stealing you away from dinner with the girls and dragging you to the forest, not answering any of your questions on where she is taking you. you dont mind though, you’d follow her anywhere.

and with the praise and worship, absolutely!!!! i feel like thats one of lottie’s favorite things, she adores body worship and praises!! as you two are falling asleep she is most definitely whispering in your ear how much she loves you and that she asked the wilderness to watch over you for the night. during sex, she is always kisses down your body, taking her time with you. and even with normal day to day things, she is very touchy. she always has a hand on you, and is never too far from where you are.

ohhhhh my god im writing this immediately !!!!!!! good lord ur requests always give me so much ideas!! please feel free to share more of ur yellow jackets ideas or other shows !! thank you for the request!

much love!

THIS!!!!

i really don't mind nat dying on a narrative level (otherwise im fucking devastated) because like. yes, she was turning her life around. she was becoming better she was recovering and the yellowjackets fucked it all up. cause they make each other worse. they already fucked lottie up to the point she had to be commited, they killed nat, and they're probably gonna continue ruining each others lives

i don't think it's a coincidence both of them were the "queens" too. whoever gets the reigns crumbles under the weight of the others' faith

Hi! If you’re still taking requests, could you do a Lottie x reader where she gets a vision of her gf being injured so she stays by her side to protect her?

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pairing: lottie matthews x reader

word count: 1238

notes and warnings: i did lottie a lil dirty in this one she is the embodiment of my anxiety in this fic. very mild TW for mentions of self harm (its just mentions of lottie cutting her hand to give the wilderness blood like in the show ykyk). also i promise i wasnt on crack writing the end of this w the cookies

It felt like you were being haunted by a second shadow.

You didn’t really mind it. You loved every second you were able to spend with Lottie. But ever since you’d gotten up this morning she’d been extra close to you, following you from room to room, sending you an excessive amount of texts to check on you between the classes you taught at the wellness center.

She had even gone with you to the farmers market, which, due to her great distaste for life outside the compound, tended to be an extremely rare occurrence. Even there she would hardly let you out of her sight, tried to carry everything for you, almost wouldn’t let you drive and volunteered to instead, which you declined. She had been off somehow, all day. Anxious.

She got like that sometimes, you noticed. Whenever she saw something or met someone that reminded her of her time in the wilderness, or her time in Switzerland. There was a need on her end to be close to you, for in solitude was when the memories came. Normally you were fine with it. It was a privilege for you to give her the comfort she desired and needed.

But somehow, you thought that today was different. It wasn’t just a desire to be close to you that had her by your side but something else accompanying it, as if she were worried about you, as if something might happen.

In the car on the way home from the farmer’s market, you’d finally had enough. She had again tried to stop you from driving, saying she was concerned about the traffic, but she had been so erratic all day that you’d seen right through the excuse.

“Lottie,” you sighed, turning the car on and turning out of the parking lot, “what’s going on with you?”

She was silent, and you looked over to see her lost in thought, and you wondered if she had even heard you.

“Lottie,” you said again.

She jumped, as if you had hurriedly woken her from sleep, and she met your gaze with slight alarm.

“Are you okay?” You asked, though you knew the answer.

“I’m fine,” she said, and even gave you a forced half-smile, and you were going to let the matter drop when you saw her tracing the scar on the palm of your hand — you knew what this always led to, the blood, the sacrifice.

You pulled the car over. You knew it was a bit of an overreaction, but the farmer’s market had been in complete chaos and with Lottie’s multiple attempts to keep you from driving, you were nearing your limit.

“Lottie,” you said with all the patience you could muster, “you need to tell me what’s wrong. Please. You’ve been following me like a shadow all day, and while I love your company always, it feels like there’s something else going on. If it involves me, I have to know, and if it doesn’t, I’d still like to know so I can help you.”

She didn’t meet your gaze, just kept tracing the scar on her hand, almost like a child. Until suddenly she did look up, finally meeting your eyes, and you could see the terrible anxiety in her gaze. “The visions came back,” she said simply.

You sighed. You never knew what to say about the visions. Part of you thought it was all in her head, that she needed to see a therapist about it, that they were delusions. But another part of you, a part of you that you tried to subdue, knew there was more to it than that. That something in the wilderness really had called to and captivated those who would listen, and that being had never truly left.

“What did you see?” You asked.

She hesitated, fingering through the slight tangles in her dark hair. “I saw you. And blood. You were cut, I think, I’m not sure. But I didn’t want you to get hurt. I think that’s what it wants, blood.” She looked down at the scar on her hand. “If I can just give it what it wants, maybe…”

You shook your head, taking her hand. “I’m going to be fine. Maybe it wasn’t a vision, maybe it was just a dream, or… I don’t know. But nothing’s going to happen to me. I’m right here. And you don’t need to give it anything.”

“You can’t know for sure,” she said, her tone becoming increasingly ominous. “You haven’t seen what happens when we refuse to give it what it wants, if it feels neglected or suppressed.”

You didn’t know what to say to that. The way she described it to you, the hunger of whatever being she believed watched her, was haunting. There was nothing you could have said to convince her that she was wrong, and part of you didn’t really even know if she was.

You took her hand, shaking your head. “Nothing is going to happen, okay? And even if something does happen, we’re prepared now, right?” You turned her hand, gesturing to her scar, which you could tell she had tampered with a little while ago. “Please don’t do this anymore.”

She attempted to protest, but saw the look you gave her, how deep your concern for her ran. She relented, nodding. “I won’t.”

You believed her, or at least as much as you could.

Attempting to lighten the mood, you reached into the backseat, pulling out a small paper bag. “Anyway, while you were going fucking ham on the macrame booth at the market, I got us these,” you said, opening the paper bag to reveal three cookies.

“Shit,” you stopped, ripping your finger away from the bag. The bag had cut your finger, had given you a paper cut. The slightest bit of blood came up out of the cut, coating it, and suddenly it clicked in your mind. “Lottie,” you said, smiling slightly, resisting a laugh. You showed her your finger, and she paused.

“Oh my god,” she breathed, and you could tell the worry she wore was dissipating. “A fucking paper cut… I had a vision of you getting a fucking paper cut.”

“Your third eye needs to chill a bit,” you teased, and she smiled, rubbing her temples. “You okay?”

Lottie nodded, chuckling. “Just give me one of those cookies.”

“I think I should have two of the three. I mean I did bleed for them, so…”

“Well, you wouldn’t have if you had listened to my warning.”

“Split the cookie?”

“What kind are they?” She asked, genuinely invested in the custody of the third cookie.

“Chocolate chip.”

She reached for the cookie. Chocolate chip was her favorite. “I think I deserve the whole thing, then.”

Quickly you took possession of the third cookie, holding it by your head, opening your mouth to take a bite.

“Don’t you fucking dare.”

Deciding she’d had enough of a rough day as it was, you obliged, splitting the cookie in half and giving her the half that was slightly bigger. “See, you left me alone for a little while and came back to find me with cookies. Everything was fine.”

“Yeah, but if I’d been with you, we would have gotten four cookies and we wouldn’t have had this horrible custody battle.”

“Questioning my cookie buying skills, hm? I hope there’s a paper cut in your future.”

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the prophet & the queen

💚Lottie Matthews NSFW Alphabet💚

💚Read the SFW Alphabet here!💚

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disclaimer: don't repost my work. I only post on Tumblr and on Ao3. anything else is stolen and should be removed immediately

Warnings: All Smut, given the nsfw title, thoughts about pregnancy, periods, mention of prior ptsd [AFAB Reader/anatomy used]

Word Count: 2,035

A/N: Honestly, I feel this could be my most "outlandish" set of headcanons for one of the girls, but only because I think I interpreted Lottie differently than others might. I don't really have a reason, it just kinda feels right for her I guess? I'm not really sure. As always, feel free to leave questions or comments in my comments or ask box, and happy reading!💚

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

She’s very touchy-feely after sex wanting to be the one to clean you up, run her fingers through your hair to freshen it back up, and take you into the bathroom for a bath because she just wants to pamper you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

It’s corny as hell, but she loves your eyes. She constantly watches how your eyes grow and change with every touch because that is the truest indicator of pleasure and approval that she’s found. The eyes can rarely lie, and oh how beautiful yours are when they roll back in during the height of ecstasy that she gets to bring upon you

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

She loves the taste of your cum on her tongue, especially when she gets to mingle it with the taste of your lips after she’s done a good job. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

She’d never bring it up unless the conversation lead to it, and it’s not really “dirty” per se, but she often thinks about how beautiful you’d be carrying your (being you and her) baby. The thought of you bringing a new life into her world that belongs to the both of you is just so magical to her and it kind of gets her going. It could have stemmed from watching Shauna’s pregnancy during a traumatic and developing time, she’s not sure. Of course, she’d never put you in a position where you felt that having children is a requirement with her, but if you wanted it she’d gladly welcome the idea and enjoy the view

E = Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

I don’t think she’s all that experiences in general. Lottie doesn’t seem to me to be the type to have explored that a lot in her teen years given she thought she’d have had time in college and after the crash, she was sent away. She’s only been able to explore herself for the last few decades and I think she’s a far more guarded character than we might think, so it’ll take quite a bit of time for her to get comfortable enough with someone to explore that part of herself 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

She loves being on her knees for you, holding your hand in hers as she eats you out with you dripping down her chin and cheeks. She loves her view from below. But if she’s the one being pleased, she wants you right next to her in bed, hand buried deep in her as she wraps around you, her head buried into your neck and shoulder with little to no space between you. She wants to feel your breath fan over her face and hear every comment you have to make whispered in her ear.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

Lottie is extremely serious about sex. It's almost ceremonial or sacred to her. She feels as though sex is an ultimate bond that partners choose to take that can help them grow into a whole new point in their relationship. She’d convinced that sex can and will elevate your relationship to a whole new level that connects you in more ways than just physical. Over time though, I think she can become more casual when it comes to sex if that's what you both want, and with that loosening up, I could see her becoming more carefree and silly during intimacy

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I honestly don't think any of the girls are completely hairless after the wilderness just because 1) they got used to having body hair, and it's no longer taboo for them and 2) they were growing up in the 90’s when body hair wasn’t stigmatized. But for Lottie, she seems like the type to wax rather than shave, but she doesn't keep up with it rigorously, so it's common for her to have a reasonable amount of growth most of the time because it doesn’t bother her. And that’s with everything. Arms, legs, all the goods

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

She’s sickeningly romantic. There isn’t a moment where she’s not entangled with you in one way or another and she constantly murmurs sweet nothings in your ear, as you do with her because she craves any form of praise. She also loves sex under candlelight, or just fire in general. The way the flickering light gives her a minimal view of you, but what she can see is basked in hot, warm light is such a turn-on in of itself, even when you haven't touched her yet

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

She didn’t masturbate a lot before. Again, Lottie didn’t explore her sexual side much, if not at all till well into her adulthood. But once she’s committed to a relationship with you, masturbation is reserved for when she can’t have you, and part of her loathes it because she’d much rather be touching you than herself. And while she’s learned to please you, there's a curve in learning to please herself that she finds intensely frustrating. It could be really fun to teach her  

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Body worship, except she wants to do the worshiping rather than be worshiped. She’s tried it the other way before and even with it being strictly and completely out of intimacy, it reminds her of her teen years and the position she felt forced into. Despite still being in a leader's role in her comune, it's not out of a want for that position. It's to provide the healing she also needs. She much prefers to be on her knees for you, bathing in words of praise and encouragement as you reward her with pleasure

She’s also into tantra sex, which is using sex as a spiritual connection. It’s part of why she loves your eyes so much and constantly wants to be as close to you as possible when intimate, almost to the point of becoming one being

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Of course, she loves sex in the sanctity of your bedroom, but on particularly daring nights she’s a fiend for having sex out by the forest fire pit under the stars and the moon. There's an exhilarating feeling about being able to be as loud as you like but still wondering if you’re truly alone, and she adores having the fire lit, blazing beside you, and warming exposed skin even further

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

She’s especially turned on when you get touchy-feely with her, especially on her face. She loves when you touch her ears and the back of her neck specifically. Do that enough and she’s whisking you away for herself 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

She is very against period play but only when it’s her. If you’re on your period she doesn't care one bit about pleasing you, but when it’s her, she doesn't want to be touched down there whatsoever. The image of you with that much blood brings out such a heavy feeling of dread that she doesn’t like thinking about 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

She’s a connoisseur of both but prefers giving. She loves looking up at you through her lashes with those big bright brown eyes just to make sure that she’s doing a good job. She loves the tightening feeling of your legs pressing in on her head and nearly suffocating her because she knows that she’s making you feel good and right and the clawing feeling of your hands gripping her scalp for support. There's an electrifying magic to it all really

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

She’s more slow and sensual. She needs to make a connection with you and you can’t rush that. She’ll draw sex out as long as she can just to be one with you for a minute longer

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

She’s not a quickie girl. She needs to take her time and have her fill

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

I think after a while she’d be curious to experiment more, but it would take a little time. When she grows interested in adding new things to the bedroom I think she’d be the type to order a book online. She’ll read it when she got free time with her reading glasses on, taking a highlighter and sticky notes to the pages of things she wants to remember and keep in mind and she’ll bring them to you when she finished with a new passage to get your opinion on it

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

She’s pretty average, not lasting a crazy amount of time. She adores you, but she doesn’t need all day or night to be spent with just sex. She enjoys her time with you to be occupied in a wide variety of ways

T = Toys (do they own toys? Do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I don't think she’s that into penetrative toys. However, things like bondage rope, a silk gag/blindfold, and other kink-related memorabilia are fair game

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

She’s not much of a teaser in my opinion, mostly because with you there’s no need to tease. She gets what she wants just by asking, but she does enjoy being teased now and then. But it can’t be obvious. Maybe it’s by wearing a favorite dress of hers, or by touching her face each time you need to get past her, or the chance to see her intermittently throughout your days

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Lottie is another quiet girl to me. She’s more squeaky and airy when she's making any sound that pleasure related. She whines and whimpers a lot rather than moans and she seems like the type to muffle her words, but I think she talks quite a bit when it's your turn with her, and it's all very rushed and whispery in your ear, her words scrambled together as she tries to get it out before taking another breath tightly through her teeth

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

She’s into waxplay and is delighted to find out about lotion candles from those esty stores. She’s got all different sents and she loves the double use of wax and lotion. She loves both giving and receiving the wax and the additional task of rubbing the lotion in is one of her favorite forms of foreplay

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

She’s pretty lanky in her limbs and tends to hunch her shoulders when relaxed. I think she’s got a small happy trail over her stomach and she often braids her hair before sleeping

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Her sex drive is only high because of you. Now she’ll gladly have you every night if that's what you want. But, sex isn’t her main priority and she’s always game for a tame night in with tea and books or a movie instead

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

She doesn’t sleep quickly. I think sex is more refreshing for her than anything. Like, after an orgasm she’s ready for a shower and then goes off to do laundry. That is, she’s only leaving you if you fall asleep. But when it's very late at night though she’ll stay in bed, curled up with you and stroking your hair till she comes down enough to sleep

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The more things change, the more they stay the same. - Jean-Baptiste Alphonse Karr

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dazed love — natalie scatorccio

pairing: natalie scatorccio x fem!reader

warnings: NSFW, 18+, includes smut, marijuana usage, high sex, oral (reader receiving), mentions of a choking kink, Y/N usage, switch!nat, standard yellow jackets warnings.

(requested by: @lottiematthewz)

authors note: okay i will admit i got quite carried away with this one… my apologies. i wrote this while being high and listening to novacane by frank ocean, so possibly loosely based on that song. anyways i absolutely love nat and this request got me so excited i swear. hope u enjoy!

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You looked up at her from your spot in her lap. Her blonde hair hung over her eyes, the same eyes that were low with a red tent, and her lips.. the plush, pinkish lips that you adored so much. They were puffy from your feverish kisses, and now from the joint you were currently sharing. You cherished these moments that you got with Nat. It wasn’t often when it was just you and her, but when it was, God, it was freeing.

She looked so beautiful like this, you thought. A soft blush still tented her cheeks from the passionate kisses you two shared only minutes ago, and you relished in every moment of it.

You would always appreciate these small moments you got with her. Natalie was such a beautiful soul, she always had been. She was only dimmed by the bad things that happened in her life, things she didn’t deserve to happen to her.

But that’s life, it was cruel and unfair. But it gave you the chance to spend it loving her, slowly healing her with your heart, and you thanked it for it.

“Here, creeper.” She teased, softly tapping your shoulder, passing the joint, breaking you out of the trance her beauty had put you in.

You only smiled, taking her spare hand to mess around with her rings. “What? I can’t look at my pretty girlfriend?”

She smiled back. “Shut up.”

You took a hit of the joint. “Mhm. You love it.”

She only hummed happily, her fingers now running through your hair as you continued to puff on the joint. She expressed her love through touch and actions, one of the things you admired most about her. You took one final hit of it, keeping the smoke in your mouth before leaning up, capturing Natalie’s lips with yours, and softly blowing the smoke in between her plush lips.

Her eyes opened in surprise when she realized what you were doing, staring into yours. She inhaled the smoke before blowing it in your face, as you bit your lip in response. You held the joint up to her lips, urging her to take a hit. When she did, you leaned over to put the half smoked joint out, and before you could even put it down, Nat cupped your cheeks, bringing your lips back to hers in a haze.

You hummed into her mouth, going to straddle her waist, the kiss filled with love and passion. You swiped you tongue against her bottom lip, asking for entry. But, you knew it wouldn’t be that simple. Hell, you were even lucky you were on top right now. She opened her eyes, digging her nails into your hips, causing you to gasp against her lips. She took this opportunity to explore your mouth with her tongue, as you rolled your eyes.

Your tongues fit together like puzzle pieces, as you began to grow needier, your hips subconsciously beginning to grind against hers.

She pulled away from you with a smirk. “Eager, aren’t you?”

Your eyes travelled her face, the weed making you want her even more. “God, you look so fucking beautiful right now.”

Her eyes melted, looking at you with pure adoration. Your lips chased hers once more, and she kissed you hard this time, making you moan into her mouth. Her hands squeezed your waist, signaling for you to lean back. She helped you lay down, her lips never leaving yours.

She pulled back from you, hovering above you. Her arms were beside your head, while your hands cupped her jaw.

You both stared into each other’s eyes, both of your pupils blown out from the weed and the pure lust of wanting each other. You were silently thankful that you two called dibs on the attic for tonight. You both continued to admire each other, the pair of you lost in the other’s beauty.

She leaned down, capturing your lips in one more, hard, feverish kiss before she pulled away, leaning your head up with her other hand as she began to attack your jaw and neck with open-mouthed kisses, causing you to get weak in the knees.

Your hands went into her hair, tugging softly, as your leg hooked around her waist.

“Fuck, Nat.” You panted.

She pulled back, before shoving her knee in between your legs, sending heat to your already throbbing core, making you whimper quietly. “Yeah? You like that?”

“Fuck yeah,” You whispered.

She only smirked, going back to kiss your lips, as she began to grind her knee into your core, causing your moans to get gradually louder. Your hands moved down her torso, going to the hem of her shirt and tugging.

She pulled back shortly to pull it over her head, revealing her red bra, the one you loved so much. She then pulled you up to take yours off, leaving you both in shorts and bras. She grabbed you by your neck softly, bringing your lips back together. This action only turned you on even more, a small whine leaving your mouth.

“Shit, you liked that, didn’t you?” She pulled away from your lips, a teasing smile on her beautiful features.

You turned red. “…Maybe.” You didn’t give her any time to react before smashing your lips back onto hers.

You loved the feeling of her soft lips against yours, and she knew this, and she knew exactly how to make you fold. She knew your body probably better than you did, and God, did you love that. Her grip on your throat tightened, not enough to hurt but enough to only further arouse you.

“Mm, fuck.” She muttered against your lips, her deep, raspy voice making you whimper once more. She smirked against your lips, her hands trailing up to your breasts, squeezing them softly. You arched your back against her hands, while your hands cupped her cheeks harshly.

She took this opportunity to effortlessly unclasp your bra, pulling it off of your arms and throwing it across the room. Her lips were immediately kissing down your neck reaching your boobs within seconds, she left soft kisses around your nipple, you throwing your head back in pleasure. Her lips closed around the soft nub, her eyes trailing up to meet yours, while her other hand got to work on your other boob, rolling the nub between her fingers.

“Mm, shit, Nat.” You moaned, as she switched her mouth to the other one, making your head spin. You reached up, unclasping her bra as well, the blonde throwing it off, pulling down her shorts as well quickly before returning to your body, leaving her in her panties only. Your hands found her boobs quickly, squeezing. The blonde girl above you moaned quietly.

She began to kiss down your body, until she was laying on her stomach, her head hovering above your core, her fingers ghosting over your waistband. She looked up, her eyes meeting yours.

“Can I?” She asked, softly.

You nodded. “Please.”

She smiled at you softly, leaving one last kiss on your stomach, before pulling down your shorts and panties, your dripping core finally exposed. Her lips parted when her eyes connected with your pussy, as she began chuckling softly.

“This wet from just kissing? Damn, baby.” She teased.

“Oh, shut up.” You rolled your eyes, smiling.

She shrugged. “Fine. I’ll shut up.”

And you opened your mouth to reply, but you were cut off by Natalie attaching her lips to your aching clit, sucking softly. She pulled your thighs to rest on her shoulders, giving her more space.

You threw your head back, muttering her name as your fingers immediately went to her hair, keeping you grounded.

She groaned against your core, sending vibrations up your body. “God, you taste so good.”

“Fuck,” You panted, palming your tits as your legs shook in pleasure.

She reached one hand up, trailing it up your stomach before grabbing your hand, interlacing your fingers and resting them together as she continued to devour you.

Her other hand reached down to your entrance, teasing your hole softly. You cried out, squeezing her hand.

“Please, Nat.” You whispered.

She kissed your inner thigh softly before inserting one finger inside of you, thrusting slowly. She kept a slow pace before eventually speeding up, all while you moaned her name over and over again like a prayer.

She then snuck another finger inside of you, curling both of them, making you see stars. The breathy gasps and moans that left your mouth were music to her ears, only urging her to go faster. When Natalie wanted something, she got it, and she was determined.

You clenched around her, the cord in your stomach only tightening, and she knew you were close. Your moans were getting louder, you continued to chant her name.

“Mm, you gonna come for me?” She grumbled against your clit, still leaving small kisses on it.

“Fuck— Yes, Natalie. Faster, please.” You moaned out, the pleasure becoming overwhelming. Natalie only sped her movements up, coaxing you to a release. You opened your eyes, looking down at the blonde who was currently eating you like a woman starved, which technically she was.

In the soft candlelight, she looked so beautiful to you. Her eyes met yours with a imitating gaze, her hand squeezing yours.

Her soft bluish, greenish eyes bored into yours. “I love you,” She whispered against your clit. And with one more curl of her fingers along with a harsh suck to your clit, your back arched slowly while you let the euphoria wash over you.

You let out a soft yell of her name, throwing your head back as the cord in your belly finally snapped, a white static feeling flowing through your veins. You were in a state of ecstasy, while Natalie wasted no time in lapping up your juices, taking everything you had to offer.

She continued to do this until your legs began to shake, the overstimulation taking over as you came down from your high.

“Hey, baby.” She whispered, crawling back up your body. “You did so good for me,” She kissed your jaw gently.

You hummed in response, your eyes fluttering shut as you enjoyed her embrace. “I love you, Nat.”

She giggled quietly, pulling back to suck on the fingers that were inside you just moments ago, groaning at the taste. “I love you more, Y/N.”

“Never,” You whispered back, your eyes opening to find that she had prepared a wet rag, cleaning you up before laying down next to you with the forgotten joint in between her fingers.

She reached over, handing you your shirt as she put hers over her head, you doing the same. After you two got comfortable, she pulled you into her arms, lighting the joint up once more.

She sighed, happily, turning on her side to face you. “Thank you.”

“For what?” You asked, your fingers drawing shapes on her hip.

“For just… I dunno, letting me be me.” She slowly said, still puffing on the joint. “You just.. When I’m with you, it feels like I don’t have to pretend. I can just be me without judgement.”

You smiled, your hand coming up to cup her jaw. “Of course. I wouldn’t want it any other way, Nat. I love you for you. I always have.”

She passed you the joint before pulling you in for one final heated kiss, and you kissed her back, hard and deep.

Yeah… you could get used to this. She was the one good thing about being stranded in the middle of the Wilderness. She had always been your anchor, now more than ever.

And you had never felt more grateful.

You continued to hit the joint before you slowly climbed onto her, straddling her waist for the second time that night. Her hands came to rest on where your hips and thighs met, a smile on her lips. “What’re you doing now?”

You only laughed. “Oh, you didn’t think this was over, did you? No, no. It’s your turn, baby.”

She laughed with you, excitement and butterflies both erupting in her stomach and she knew it was gonna be a long night, but she didn’t care as long as it was with you.