Summary: Collection of headcannons that I made about obsessive!natalie, pre and post crash! If anyone wants one for a no crash au or a post rescue, lmk
Tags: Bewarned. Gunplay, period sex, underage weed usage, underage smoking (nic), cannibalism, fingering, strap ons, bloodplay, oral, strictly bottom reader (for now), one or two mentions of hair pulling, one or two mentions of the strap as cock, shrooms, doom shrooms, sex under the influence (thanks misty), slight body worship/ worship in general, bitchy nat at first, trauma dumping, Natalie "Something Catholic" Scatorccio mentioned, implied masturbation, freaky shit.
Obsessive!Nat who never lets you shower with the others after practice or a game. No one gets to see you naked but her.
Obsessive!Nat who was the biggest play girl before she met you, mostly only getting with people for drugs and only going further when she was fucked up.
Obsessive!Nat who couldn’t help but hate you a little bit when you first joined the team. Everyone else had to build their way up from freshman year but here you are junior year, not only immediately making varsity but you played for her position as well. Such a fucking bitch.
Obsessive!Nat who hates you even more when she’s benched for a sprained ankle even though you were the one who checked up on her the most and helped her with work she missed. She didn’t know why you bothered to bring homework to her trailer, she was already a white trash burnout anyway.
Obsessive!Nat who pretends to be stupid in an attempt to push you away. It doesn’t work and that confuses her more than anything.
Obsessive!Nat who’s actually really intelligent, just doesn’t have the motivation to try anymore.
Obsessive!Nat who blows smoke in your face when you’re in her room, trying to repeat what you learned in trig that day. She loves the way you wrench your head back and curse her out.
Obsessive!Nat who lets you hit her cigarette out her window, watching you cough and clutch your chest from the burn.
Obsessive!Nat who starts to learn better with you to the point she doesn't even do anything in class; just sits there, bouncing her knee and waiting for class to be over so she can go on break with you and you can teach her.
Obsessive!Nat who transfers into all your classes after seeing the toll of the stress that balancing soccer, tutoring her and completing your own work is taking on you.
Obsessive!Nat who defends you with her life when Jakcie’s teasing you or Tai’s talking about how you hog the ball. She hates you but hearing the others spread lies like you weren’t attractive or keeping the ball because you knew what to do and were an awesome player.
“Come on, Nat, you know we’re right,” Jackie scoffed, shoving her shoulder. “Why do you care anyway, you hate that bitch.” Natalie looked over at you from across the changing room where you were folding your clothes and placing them in your locker as you got ready for the game.
“She’s not all bad,” she mumbled under her breath, refusing to look the others in the eye. “She brought me my trig work for whatever fucking reason when I was out,” she ran a hand through her hair. “and you know why she has the ball Tai; if she wasn’t good enough Coach would make sure she knew.”
Obsessive!Nat who makes sure you keep that ball the entire game and steadily works her way in through the group hug each time you score until she’s on you first, no matter if she’s across the field.
Obsessive!Nat who knows your heart is in it and that’s why she’s getting sidelined. It wasn’t like she didn’t have the talent or the passion but you had both whereas she was burning up after pouring all her time into soccer for years. You know what they say, the stars that burn the brightest burn out first.
Obsessive!Nat who gives you long looks in the locker room, her expression unreadable and her eyes empty.
Obsessive!Nat who wants to hate you so much, it would make her life so much easier. But you smile at her in the halls, help her with work, bring her water after drills…and she just can’t do it.
Obsessive!Nat who you get used to hugging, touching, high fiving, whatever after goals. She slapped your ass once after a group huddle and you gave her a look that said she was immature but also maybe kinda hot.
Obsessive!Nat who you start to hangout with outside of practice and the occasional study session. They weren’t dates but you did pick her up at seven on wednesdays or fridays and she did buy you dinner and you did watch movies after, so…
Obsessive!Nat who plays footsie with you at your private dinners or at postgame parties with the team. She’ll slide her foot up your ankle while talking to Lottie about some crime show they both like. Something about cults, you think; it’s hard to focus when Nat’s gaze is sliding over to you every five seconds and she’s chewing her lip.
Obsessive!Nat who passes notes in class with you when she doesn’t understand something. Half the time she knows what’s going on, she just wants to stare at your handwriting.
Obsessive!Nat who keeps all your notes, especially the ones you drop in her locker with little affirmations. She imagines you whispering them in her ear when she touches herself or makes out with some guy she deemed the male version of you.
Obsessive!Nat who keeps you on her lap during parties Jackie dragged you to, whispering in your ear about how none of the guys were getting any game.
Obsessive!Nat who practically hisses at anyone who tries to move you from your spot with her. She blatantly calls you her girlfriend to get a guy to fuck off and you barely even react, just settle back into her further to make the lie look believable.
Obsessive!Nat who rubs your thighs with her hands, just to have something to do.
Obsessive!Nat who lets you sleep on her shoulder, bouncing her knee against your pussy through your shorts, just enough to keep you awake but lets you shut your eyes until someone can drive you home.
Obsessive!Nat who lights up when you offer to touch up her roots for her before the state championship, she needs to have them perfect and you’re more than happy to help her.
Obsessive!Nat who lays on you during sleepovers, toeing the line between playing with your boobs through your shirt and just being a little too friendly.
Obsessive!Nat who has a couple polaroids of you that you don’t know about. A girl has to get off somehow and Nat doesn’t know any pretty girls who treat her like you do. :(
Obsessive!Nat who lets the tension snap after the state tournament, shoving you up against a locker when everyone else had left. You tried to keep up with her as she kissed you fervently, her tongue sliding down your throat so you tasted nothing but her.
Obsessive!Nat who nearly rips your shirt trying to get it over your head. You were wearing her favorite sports bra of yours.
Obsessive!Nat who wants to fuck you in the locker room so badly but she hears the lock to the room click and has to drag you into a stall.
Obsessive!Nat who kisses and licks at your neck while you’re pressed up against the bathroom stall and helps you cover your moans with her hand over the one of yours that was on your mouth.
Obsessive!Nat who giggles with you when she pulls back like she didn’t just alter your brain chemistry.
Obsessive!Nat who spends her last night in Wiskayok getting high with you. At first she’s hesitant to let you even look at a blunt but after you tell her you want to try it and it’s not from fomo she lets you take it.
“Holy shit!” you laugh, passing the joint back to her. “That’s strong.” Nat hums, bringing it to her lips and inhaling deeply before exhaling through her nose. Her head drops back against your pillows as her eyes trace over your body. You crawl into her lap and she raises one hand to cup your cheek. “Y’know,” you drawl, turning your face to kiss her wrist. “Our celebration got cut short the other day.” Nat snorts like you’re joking around with her until she sees the look in your eyes. “Don’t tell me you’re already gone.” She shoves your head playfully, pulling you closer to her with her hand that wasn’t holding the blunt. You shook your head, pupils blown wide from her, not her drugs. That was…new. “Uh-uh.” Her hand slides up your shirt, pressing flat on your stomach before moving higher. Sitting back on your knees, you tug your shirt off and reach back for your bra without a second thought. She sits there in awe of you, like she hasn’t seen you naked in the changing room, like she doesn’t know how perfect you were.
Obsessive!Nat whose hand ends up in between your legs, two fingers pumping slowly and a third working your clit in careful circles. She had never been with a girl before in bed so she’s trembling half the time and thankfully she couldn’t tell that your own shuddering was from nerves.
Obsessive!Nat who cums untouched listening to you moan her name and feeling your pussy gush all over her hand.
Obsessive!Nat who praises you the whole time, calling you her good girl and begging to taste you.
Obsessive!Nat who laps at your cunt until you’re muffling screams with a pillow, one hand in her hair while both of hers knead your thighs.
Obsessive!Nat who grinds on your leg while you fall asleep, smiling at her dreamily.
Obsessive!Nat who packs her strap that she’s had for a while now but never any reason to use. Who knows, an afterparty for winning nationals was bound to be crazy.
Obsessive!Nat who hallucinates you instead of her father as the plane goes down and it’s ten times more terrifying.
Obsessive!Nat who thinks you’ve died when she regains consciousness and discovers you aren’t in your seat next to her.
Obsessive!Nat who doesn’t even know how many times she begged the god she no longer believes in to either kill her or show her you were alive.
Obsessive!Nat who narrowly escapes the fire in the plane to find you writhing on the ground, Shauna and Lottie holding you down as you screamed for her.
Obsessive!Nat who shoves both girls out of her way to get to you and holds you closer than anything in her life, her face buried in your hair as you sob into her neck.
“I thought you died- I thought- I thought.” Your voice keeps breaking as you hyperventilate, clutching Nat like she was bound to become a ghost. She nods vigorously, repressing her own cries as she pulls back and checks you over. The others are giving her strange looks but he doesn’t care, as long as you’re alive. Your shoulder is dislocated and she has to hold you still while Misty resets it, letting you call her as many curses as you want to make you feel better.
Obsessive!Nat who lets you rest on her for days, barely moving unless you urge her to.
Obsessive!Nat who helps you through the woods when getting down to the lake, squeezing your hand and looking at you gleefully when you could finally see the water.
Obsessive!Nat who finds a little secluded area or just a spot further away from the others so she could help you wash some of the blood and dirt away. You kiss her cheeks and detangle her hair when she’s finished, humming something vaguely like Oasis in her ear.
Obsessive!Nat who takes you hunting with her even if you can’t shoot, she is not leaving her girl alone despite the fact that she knows the others would defend you.
Obsessive!Nat who refuses to break down in front of you until it all comes to a breaking point and she just lets go. She’s curled up on your chest in the attic or the plane wreckage and telling you every horror story of her childhood, looking into your eyes and begging you to believe her when she says she didn’t kill her father.
Obsessive!Nat who needs to spend every minute with you out in the woods, you could never tell when it would be the last.
Obsessive!Nat who kicks Shauna and Tai out of the attic to keep it for you and her. She later begrudgingly lets Tai and Van back up during the more extreme sleep walking days but sets some ground rules when it comes to you.
Obsessive!Nat who clings to you in her sleep, whispering prayers to you into your skin like you were her queen.
Obsessive!Nat who remembers about the strap on she had packed a few months in and swings by the plane crash to look for it. It’s still there, along with everything needed to clean it and some lube.
Obsessive!Nat who keeps it a secret for a time, everyone is still fragile and she doesn’t want to freak you out.
Obsessive!Nat who gets more passionate when you make out, deeper, slower kisses that have you gasping and her whining against your lips, calling herself a needy bitch for you.
Obsessive!Nat who tugs your hair and loves when you pull hers back.
Obsessive!Nat who finally eats you out for the second time in the plane, moaning like you had starved her all this time.
Obsessive!Nat who asks to eat your pussy on your period, she hasn't brought anything home from her hunt and just wants to do something to please you. Plus, the taste of your blood could make her think she got a good kill.
Obsessive!Nat who looks so good with your blood dripping down her chin, her eyes half lidded with lust and possession.
Obsessive!Nat who gets more into bloodplay or just tasting your blood in general. She bites your lip when you kiss or nips at your jaw and neck until your skin turns crimson.
Obsessive!Nat who confesses about the strap during Doomcoming. You had wandered back to the cabin with her long before the shroom orgy and were making out in the attic. Moonlight paints her pale features, making her look even more angelic, despite the words coming out of her mouth.
“Please let me fuck you with it,” she slurs, shifting her hips up into yours. You pant, lips pressed to the crown of her head and body covered in marks. “Mhm.” You nod dumbly, letting her flip you over onto your back while she fumbles with the toy she has hidden with her clothes. She helps you out of your dress, careful as she could be with her being high as a kite and tosses it over her shoulder. You nudge at the strap of her dress, pushing it down so she could shimmy out of it. Nat untangles the harness and slips it on, making you tighten it even though you don’t know what you’re doing. She puts the dildo in place as you take off your panties before she rubs a bit of lube on the tip and some on your pussy lips.
“You’re so hot,” she mutters, running her hands up and down your torso before settling on your hips. A whine slips from you and you push your body up, trying to find friction for your poor, neglected clit. Nat leans down, pressing kisses to your skin as she drags the strap up and down your slit. “Gonna be a little stretch, m’kay?”
You nod but nothing prepares you for the feeling of her cock entering your pussy, the ache of filling you, claiming your body as hers. The others would know at some point, how you were only for her and Nat would relish in it. She’s too fucked out to thrust properly so it’s mostly her rolling her hips into yours until she bottoms out. Your mouth falls open silently and she spits into it, closing your jaw to make you swallow.
Nat loves listening to you whimper and mewl, eyes screwed up in pleasure as you reach up to palm her tits. Her brow is slick with sweat and her hair curtains off your faces from anybody who was unfortunate enough to come upstairs. Your abdomen squeezes, the taut coil tightening further and further as she pushes deeper. With her forearms bracketing either side of your head, Nat balances herself as she tries to pull back and snap forward. She almost fell, both of you laughing way harder than you should have from the shrooms.
Then, her fingers find your clit, finally giving into what you want. “N-nat, fuck- ah, gonna cum,” you pant, bucking into her hand desperately. She moans into your neck, fucking you harder when she sinks her teeth into you. Crying out, you claw at her back, nails dragging down and leaving marks. You can feel your skin break and Nat sucking up the blood before kissing the bitemark again.
Her thumb draws tight circles over your nerves, adding pressure in time with her body on yours. Your cunt clenches around her strap, fluttering as she drags her hips back until just the tip was left and thrusting in. “You can do it, baby,” she breathes, keeping her eyes locked on yours. You tighten around her again before crying out, clutching at her shoulder as she kisses you to silence the noises. Nobody else should hear these sounds.
Her strap is soaked, as is the mattress and the sheets on top of it. Nat all but collapses on top of you, pulling out and burying her face between your boobs. You come down from the high, gasping for air and placing your hand in her hair. Nat’s own palm brushes over one of your breasts, rolling your nipple between her thumb and her index. “You should get these pierced when we get back,” she proposes, not even noticing what she said. You smile sadly and nod, continuing to stroke her hair.
If you were anywhere else, nationals, her trailer, the locker room, you would laugh, ask her if that was really the first thing she wanted to say after sex but the idea of going home just seemed so far off that you couldn’t find anything to say in response.
Obsessive!Nat who openly brags in Travis’s face about being your girl. She’s normally so closed off, but she can see that piece of shit eyeing you and needs him to know you’re off limits.
Obsessive!Nat who huddles up with you in the winter, sharing body heat on hunts or in the cabin.
Obsessive!Nat who you trade clothes with- she loves sharing panties if possible. If you have similar cup sizes then bras too, nothing better than watching her girlfriend get dressed in her clothes.
Obsessive!Nat who looks the other way when Shauna is going crazy over Jackie, knowing damn well she would be way worse if you died.
Obsessive!Nat who feeds you Jackie through kisses.
Obsessive!Nat who only accepts Lottie’s blessing if it includes your blood.
Obsessive!Nat who talks about eating you so often that the others have deemed it unsettling but you know she would never kill you! Only eat your dead body because you told her to!
Obsessive!Nat who rubs the tip of the gun over your clit when she wants good luck, her own special ritual.
Obsessive!Nat who follows you obediently to Lottie’s prayer circle if that’s what makes you feel better. It doesn’t matter if she thinks it’s bullshit, like Tai says, happy wife, happy life.
Obsessive!Nat who promises you she won’t end up like Shauna when you tell her you’re scared of her going crazy if you were to die.
Obsessive!Nat who you don’t even know is being hunted until you hear Travis scream at her to run. You had been upstairs, nursing Lottie back to health and Nat had made the others swear to look after you and not get you involved in the hunts for as long as possible.
Obsessive!Nat who tells Travis the wilderness chose when they bring back Javi’s body but in her mind she can only think of how your screams echoed through the woods as you searched for her. She chose.
Obsessive!Nat whose first rule as queen is to exempt you from all the hunting bullshit. She could not give a shit who dies as long as it isn’t you, that’s all that matters to her.
Obsessive!Nat who curls up with you as the fire dies and tells you she loves you.
Obsessive!Nat who promises you her body.
Obsessive!Nat who would immediately be hysteric if she ever saw yours.
