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I fell for Natalie Scatorccio first, but I fell for Lottie Matthews harder. minors and cismen DNI | 21+ | NSFT

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shall I share a little daddy!Nat fantasy I've been having lately? it all started when I was reminded of this outfit...

daddy!Nat x female reader (part 1)

She has so many walls up, your Daddy Nat. She has trouble letting people get too close.

She likes to say that she “graduated from the school of hard knocks” and has a few lines on her face to prove it— but you can only look at her with cartoon hearts in your eyes. It makes you feel a sense of pride that she keeps coming back for more of you, even though she always acts so nonchalant about it when she leaves. She says she could never get serious about someone, but that has never bothered you. 

Because, all you need is to see that smile. The crooked one she gets whenever you manage to make her forget that the rest of the world exists for an hour or two. The one that makes her eyes light up like a cat burglar who just stole a million dollars.

The one she gets right before she says, “Good girl.” 

Your two favorite words. 

You know she usually stops by your studio apartment right after she gets off from work, and you are ready this time. You unlock the door and sit dutifully at the end of the bed, wearing nothing but a grin.

When she knocks, you call out, “Come in,” and she enters, lowering her sunglasses in order to appraise you. 

The corners of her mouth twitch, but not quite in a smile yet. After getting an eyeful of you, she shuts the door behind her and takes a few more steps toward the bed. 

“Have I become that predictable?” she asks, with an amused huff.

She moves to the nightstand, sitting her sunglasses down. You can feel her eyes traveling down the length of your naked back. 

“I thought it would make you smile…” you tell her, keeping your eyes straight ahead, “... Daddy.”

You don’t even need to turn around to know she’s already wearing that sideways grin. You can hear it in her whiskey-deep voice when she purrs out, “Good girl.”

She comes back to stand in front of you, taking her jacket off. “Spread your legs for me. Let Daddy see that pretty pink pussy of yours.”

You do her one better. You not only spread your legs, but your lips as well, forking your fingers between the folds. She never takes her eyes off you once as her jacket drops unceremoniously to the floor. 

Your cunt is absolutely dripping already. It's been aching for her from the moment she stepped through the door. 

“Mm,” she murmurs. “Well… my, my. Someone’s been thinking about me while I was gone. Why don’t you give me a little show while Daddy gets herself ready for you? Get it good and wet for me, baby.”

You were hoping she would say that, which is why you trimmed your bush all nice and neat for her earlier.

As she whips her shirt off, you slip your middle finger inside yourself and pull it out slowly, letting her see how the slick covers it. 

You drag your fingertip up to your clit, and you shudder out a breath, because it’s already swollen and throbbing to the touch. 

“Mmm, good girl, baby,” she hums, letting her bra drop to the floor next. “Keep going for Daddy. Don’t you fucking stop until I tell you to, and don’t you dare come either.”

You give her a nod and slide two fingers between your slit this time— but your breath is already hitching, and your pulse has sped up. You already have to swallow hard to keep yourself from getting too excited, and she knows it. 

She kicks off her boots. Peels off her socks. Watching you. 

Watching you with those twinkling, mischievous eyes and chuckling at how worked up you seem to be getting. 

“You like it when Daddy watches…” she says, unzipping the painted-on, leopard skin jeans, “... don’t you?”

You nod, maybe a little too eagerly. Without even meaning to, you slip your fingers inside yourself. Not far. Not deep. Just enough to tease yourself before sliding them back up to your clit, drenched with slick.  

In the meantime, she kicks off her pants and shimmies out of her underwear, barely taking her eyes off you.

But, at first, she makes no immediate moves to come any closer. 

Instead, she simply gives you that cockeyed grin, eyes gleaming, and says, “You want Daddy to fuck you?” 

Her voice is thick. Throaty. It sends chills over the surface of your skin and heats you up at the same time. If she told you to come right now, you would. It would be so easy. 

But you have to wait. You have to hold it until she gives the command, because Daddy is in charge, and that’s exactly how you like it. 

The waiting, in fact, only makes you wetter. 

Your voice comes out in a whimper. “Yes,” you answer, nodding and biting down on your bottom lip. Your fingers start moving faster, slipping and sliding through your folds, tipping through your entrance. “Please. I need you to fuck me so hard, Daddy.” 

She lets out a chortle, like she’s amused by your begging, but her eyes don’t lie. They are burning with need and fixated on you. 

It almost makes you feel like prey. 

You bring a hand up to one of your breasts, massaging it while she stares at you. Your nipple goes immediately hard before you've even touch it. 

“Don’t stop,” she tells you. 

She steps around you, moving to the side of the bed. Her fingertips brush your shoulder and leave a pleasant tingle behind in their wake. 

“Don’t turn around until I tell you,” she says next. 

And you don’t. You wouldn’t dare. All you want to do is please her. 

But you can hear the creak of the nightstand drawer as she opens it, and you know what she’s about to pull out…

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post-rescue lottienat AU, but instead of going to Switzerland, Lottie takes Nat to Lilith Fair and introduces her to the Indigo Girls.

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I'm not ready to let go of Natalie Scatorccio 😭

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chapter 6 of Forgiveness & Fate is up, and I can't tell you how happy I am to finally have Lottie and Nat in the same room.

Lisa Scatorccio-Martinez-Matthews, how I adore writing for you. I'm sorry your parents are like this 😛

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also, since I'm feeling snarky and I'm on a roll...

I still cackle every time I see someone say, "lottienats always depict Lottie OOC," because... where are you getting that notion? how many of the over 2000 lottienat fics did you read before you came to that conclusion?

better question: why are you reading lottienat fics if you think we're all getting it wrong?

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wow. it must have been really hard to follow S2 with your eyes shut the whole time.

but I do agree that Nat's not an angel, so... I guess a broken clock is still right twice a day.

[soundwave-shipman]

i think lottie was simultaneously desperate to ensure nat’s safety and elated to put shauna in charge. the whole scene is an overlap between lottienat and butcherqueen. not too enthusiastic about the former, but it’s clear just how much lottie cares about natalie.

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Same I think she was both de-escalating and had also had Shauna in mind as a leader ever since the trial. I don't ship lottienat but obviously Lottie cares for Nat and doesn't want her to be hurt - at least here. It makes the way she seems to side with Shauna threatening Nat in 3x10 interesting - at that point in the story, when Nat mercy killed Ben, Lottie was still afraid of violence, but post-murdering Edwin she wasn't and seemed to now accept bloodshed between the group as It's will.

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god they make me insane (both ships).

I love writing lottienat and consider myself a solo shipper, but butcherqueen makes me feel absolutely feral. make it make sense.

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when am I going to get the MILF versions of Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy on my screen?

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Saw a post of yours that talked about Yellowjackets being a Meta Fiction and I agree!

I’ve always thought that the uncertainty of how the cabin fire was set is one of the best examples of that.

yes! I think the ambiguity of whether things are supernatural or have a logical explanation is definitely a component of metafiction in Yellowjackets, and I could see how this might extend to the cabin burning down (especially in Lottie's mind). after all, let's not forget the way she manically laughed while watching it burn. I know others have theorized that her laughter made her the guilty party, but... for me, it always made me think she assumed that "IT" had found a way to destroy it (i.e. by having a spark jump out of the fireplace, or some other method).

but an even better example might be the way in which the wind knocks the snow off the branches while Jackie is being cremated, turning her into an instant bbq. same concept. did "IT" make that happen, or was it just the winter wind? I hope they never tell us. I love not knowing!

[pinkwaferholic]

Saskia!! She's so cutesy and totally not evil

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I have mentioned this before, but I decided to do a deep dive on Lottie's two Doomcoming crowns and ended up falling down an antler queen rabbit hole. I just really feel like no one talks about this enough.

she had no way of knowing what would happen at Doomcoming, so why make two crowns?

one dainty and like a woodland fairy creature...

... and the other (more famous) one that makes her look ten feet tall.

which I finally noticed— after watching Doomcoming for the 15th time— looks a lot like the one Nat later acquires, in a slightly repurposed Nat kind of way. (pretty sure that's the same animal skull at least)

all this got me wondering (during a flash of hyperfixation mania) if the crown Lottie wears at Doomcoming was just the audience seeing through the girls' shroom-induced POVs.

but it seemed like I remembered a shot of Lottie making the second crown way before they took the shrooms, and I was right (you can see the animal skull clearly in the second photo).

in other words, this diva really did make two crowns. but for what purpose, who knows. did she sense that 'something was coming' before she even said the words?

whether Shauna repurposed the same crown or not is hard to tell, thanks to what we refer to as her "sock", but— as an interesting sidenote— it is definitely Shauna's crown that adult Lottie sees in place of her therapist in S2.

it's also similar to what young Lottie sees in the cave except— that particular vision of the antler queen has a lot more points (and is just creepier in general).

and I could not end this post without the most adorable antler queen of all (in our heads, at least): baby Lottie.

[notkahel]

just like a prayer

[besora-y]

And another one fromlast year, also of them, and im still drawing them till this day.

[aicodraws]

GTA 6 cover girl but it's Caitlyn Kiramman

Print available on my store!

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Caitlyn Kiramman as a Shauna Shipman fan.

[visualeffex]

the morning routine ☀️

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every two months, caitvi pulls me back (not complaining in the slightest)

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