Natalie's teaching reader how to kiss an stuff bc she didn't know how (we listen we don't judge guys-)
An to the point where they kinda makeout on the reg almost but always use the excuse as "jus practicing" an stuff
One day after smoking jus abit (weed obvi)
While they were...practicing , reader was on nats lap an subtly started dry humping her abit w/o realizing.
But when nat noticing she pulls away jus abit, reader gets embarrassed. But nats to high an to horny to let you stop
Friend of a Friend
Natalie Scatorccio x Reader
Warnings: Thigh riding, Dry Humping, Weed Usage, Smut, Making out
You had 0 fucking clue how Nat tolerated weed. “Jesus Christ, you good?” Nat said patting your back while you coughed up a lung. Before you knew it, your head felt all fuzzy and floaty. “Ho-ly shit. Are you already high? You’ve barely taken like 5 hits.” Nat laughed her ass off while you kind of just had to accept the fact that you would never live that down.
“Yknow I’ve never even kissed anyone?” You mumbled through the fog in your brain. Frankly the two of you were both high at this point so god knows where that would go. “Oh shit. Well would you like- wanna… practice?” Nat looked at you. Which was exactly how you ended up closing the distance between your faces. “You’re pretty damn good at this for someone who’s never kissed anyone” Nat sighed before going back into the kiss.
When you felt Nat pull you up onto her lap, you had been making out for long enough that your mind began to fog. And eventually that friction against your clothed cunt caused you to just start subconsciously grinding down on her thigh. Nat had to notice at some point. It was hard not to. And so when she did, she pulled back, still breathing a little heavy. “Shit- you wanna..?” You were about to apologise before Nat brought you back in and gently grabbed your hips to help you get a good rythym.
Before long you were burying your face in her neck trying to muffle your moans. You could feel the sparks run through your body as you got closer and closer. “Nat I-“ You didn’t even finish your sentence before Nat told you to come for her. “Fuck… you’re so fuckin’ hot yknow that?” When you came down from your orgasm, your thighs were still shaking but she gently helped to lay you down on her bed.
“Do you need other clothes?” At your nod, Nat threw a pair of her sweatpants and an old band tee shirt at you. After Nat helped you get comfortable, she finally laid down with you and turned on some music. It was already dark by now and all you could do now was fall asleep while Nat scratched your head lazily. “G’night babe”
you do the same thing mel did: give her a pretty sheath with her initial, 'S', carved into it. "thanks, i actually needed one of these," shauna says, her eyes doeing up a bit despite how much they've caved in from her weariness. and then you say some, "of course, shauna," and "i hope you like it" type thing. she looks up at you from the log where she's sitting, her eyes beaming with this light you haven't seen since when she first got accepted into the yellowjackets. oh my.
shauna slips her knife into the sheath, grinning when it fits perfectly. the thought of you stealing her blade whilst she slept or looked away just to measure it and give her a custom gift swells her ego — like, damn, she really found a way to make a girl obsessed in the middle of the wilderness. the thought of you further dulling your own knife just to make it hers, not caring about the fact nat's gonna be pissed if she finds out you've been using it to feed shauna's power-trip instead of hunting the food you all need.
"hey, why do you even like me?" she asks, her eyes narrowing as she attaches the sheath to herself. you don't really have an answer, not immediately. you just walk over to her and stare for a bit. just before you can answer, shauna tugs on your jacket's sleeve. your eyebrows furrow as you get the memo, slipping it off.
she takes out her knife again, lifting it up and letting the sunlight catch on it. what a pretty sight, she thinks, a pretty girl ready to drip crimson red. just as quick as her thoughts intrude her brain, shauna holds you down and begins digging the blade into your forearm. an 'S' — scratchy, not yet penetrating skin — shows up and begins to swell. shauna stares at it for a second before stuffing the sleeves of your own jacket into your mouth and fully piercing your skin.
there's blood dripping all over both your skins and shauna uses her own flannel to clean you up, the metallic scent boosting her adrenaline. she holds the cloth in place for a bit, keeping the blood flow in check, and then her eyes beam again at the sight of the raised skin and open wound with her initial.
"do you still like me?" she breathes out and you can't help but nod.
synopsis: you'd do anything for lottie, even if it means almost dying.
pairing: lottie matthews x reader
wc: 2,250
You should have just stayed in bed and waited for her to come back. You knew where she was and what she was doing, and you knew she needed to be alone, but you couldn't sleep, so you went looking for her.
She was doing exactly what you thought she was doing, aka praying to the Wilderness, but she was crying. And you hate it when she cries. And you hate how miserable she looked when she told you she couldn't hear It and that It didn't listen. You wanted to make her happy. So, you blurted out the only thing that's been cheering her up for the past few weeks.
"Take me to the caves. I want to see more."
To be quite frank, you really dislike all these cave sessions lottie's been making you do. Tripping out in the wilderness with shrooms was fine, cool even, but you can't count how many times you've almost died in the caves. The worst part is that it's all for naught. Your 'visions' make no sense to you. Most of the time, they're just hallucinations of you and Lottie back at home with some weird shit sprinkled in instead of visions of what the Wilderness desires. That's what these trips have been for: to hear and feel the Wilderness. And you do! You're connecting with it just like Lottie wants, but you're not seeing It. You feel like you're failing Lottie.
And you'd do anything to make her happy.
So going back to the caves with the obvious gas leak it is.
Lottie tightens the rope around your waist, looking up at you for confirmation that it's tight enough. You nod in return, and she gives you a delicate smile, dropping her end of the rope so she can pick up the candle. The flame lights up her face perfectly, and you get lost in her big, brown eyes as she moves a piece of her hair from out of her face.
"You should go deeper," she says, her voice gentle and calm. "Maybe you'll be able to see more."
You don't like this idea.
"Okay," you agree, your fingers nervously fiddling with the rope tied around your waist. "But is the rope even long enough?"
She looks down to eye the length and nods when she looks back at you. "It should be. Just go as far as you can, okay? I got you," she reassures, leaning in for a short kiss that makes all your worries melt away.
Lottie pulls her mask up to cover her nose and mouth and bends down to pick up the rope before walking back to kneel by the entrance, rope tight in her hand. You let out a shaky breath and turn your back to her, wondering what the fuck you keep getting yourself into.
As you start walking into the cave, you hear lottie call out from behind, her voice echoing loudly off the walls. "Listen to what's happening around you."
You mumble back an "okay" like she can hear you and steady yourself against the wall as you close your eyes and take a deep breath, trying to tune into the Wilderness. Your shoes scuff against some rocks as you feel your way around, and you gasp as a flash of you on a cliff pops into your mind. When you blink your eyes open wide, you're still in the cave, but it's cold as if the wind is nipping against your nose and cheek. Despite the bad feeling you have in your stomach, you venture further into the dark cave. Your eyes feel heavy, and you keep bumping your shoulder against the wall of the cave because of how disoriented you feel. Maybe you should sit down for a second.
You slide down the wall, groaning at the rocks scratching your back, and lift your shirt to your nose so you can try to breathe properly. Your throat burns as you take ragged breaths and your eyes prickle with tears. This was a horrible idea, you think. Maybe you should just head back and make something up to make Lottie happy. But if she found out you lied, she'd be upset with you. Goddammit.
The rope around your waist pulls you forward slightly, and you catch yourself with your hands, face grimacing as you breathe in the not-so-fresh air of the cave. Weakly, you pat the ground for the rope trailing behind you and tug at once to let Lottie know you're okay. You make a retching sound as you move to get up, frothy saliva leaking from your lips and onto the cave ground. Well, shit. That's never happened before. You'd better hurry and get the fuck out of here. You can come another time. Lottie would understand.
When you get up, reality flashes between that cliff you saw and the cave. It makes you pause, and when you step forward and blink, you're on the cliff. Right on the edge. You try to move back, but your feet are glued to the ground. The wind blows harshly and makes your eyes well up with tears, and it's only then you realize that you can only move your eyes. Everything else is stiff. You try to shout for lottie, but your mouth won't open, and even the choked sob that racks your body doesn't let out. It sounds more like a muffled scream.
The wind blows again, but this time it's with more force, and it makes you sway back and forth. The feeling makes your stomach sink, and a cold sweat washes over your body. Your wide eyes fly to the bottom of the cliff, the clouds and rocks below making it seem like it's hundreds of miles deep. You start praying for something to wake you up from this hallucination; Lottie, the Wilderness, God, who-the-fuck-ever can help you.
Suddenly, just as your body leans forward, about to fall off the cliff, you're back in the caves. You fall, head bumping against the rocky floor and getting scratched up. Your throat tightens, and you wheeze, hands reaching up to grab at whatever force is choking you. The feeling is terrible. No matter how hard you try to breathe, you just can't. As the edges of your vision begin to fade to black, you let out a feeble whisper of lottie's name.
· · 𐂂 · ·
Lottie tugs at the rope again, heart pounding in her chest when she feels how loose it is. She takes her mask off for a second to call out your name, listening intently for any response back. She hears nothing, and when she pulls the rope down in frustration, it snaps back so easily.
You're not attached to it anymore.
She puts her mask back on so fast that she accidentally scratches her nose. She holds her breath as best as she can as she races further into the cave, frantically calling out your name and cursing under her breath. Lottie tries to tap into the Wilderness, trying to feel where you could be, but she can't seem to sense you anymore. It's like a fading pulse in her head as she takes deep breaths and searches for you.
Her eyes tear up, and she sniffs, looking around to see if she can spot your body somewhere. There, in the corner, she can see your limp hand. Immediately, she rushes toward you, dropping to her knees and scooping your weak body into her lap.
"I got you. You're okay, you're okay," she mutters to herself rather than you.
Lottie tugs you up and carries you back to the entrance of the cave, her muscles burning as she tries to keep upright and keep you in her arms despite the lack of fresh air in her lungs. She collapses near the opening and apologizes to your unconscious body. Her hands cradle your face, and she shakes you, body prickling with fear when she notices just how limp and cold you are.
She puts her hands over your heart and starts to pray. "Bring them back to us. Bring them back to us." Your pulse slowly weakens more as she repeats those words over and over, and she gets desperate. She looks around the cave before her eyes land on the flickering candle. "Fuck it."
She grasps the can of light and slices her hand on the sharp edge, instantly dripping her blood onto your body and moving into a prayer position with her bloody hand over your heart.
"Bring them back to me. Bring them back to me. Bring them back. Please. Please."
You come back into consciousness screaming for Lottie and clawing at your throat. You can finally breathe, but barely. Lottie's there to shush you and stroke your head, grabbing you by your shirt to tug you into her arms.
"'It's okay, it's okay, you're safe. I got you," she whispers to you, rubbing your back soothingly and helping you get your breathing back to normal. She pushes you back gently and strokes your cheek, her thumb wiping your freshly falling tears.
"I'm sorry, I tried to go as far as I could." Your voice is hoarse as you speak, and it hurts. You cling to her warm arms and rub her skin with your thumbs to try to calm yourself down, but you can't keep your sobs in. She pulls you back in for a hug and shakes her head. You stay there for a few moments, thinking about whether you should tell her what you saw or stay silent. "I wanna go back now, please."
Maybe you'll tell her later.
· · 𐂂 · ·
Lottie holds your hand all the way back to the huts, even when you told her you needed to take a piss. It's endearing but still uncomfortable. didn't help that she didn't take her eyes off you either.
The walk back is silent, and you know she feels guilty because she's not saying anything. You want her to say something, but your throat hurts too much to speak, so you just rub her thumb and pull her closer to your side.
When you get back to the shelter, she sets you down on the bed and tells you to stay put while she runs and gets a rag and bowl of water. You don't know why she's cleaning you up when she's the one who's bleeding more than you, but it feels nice to be taken care of by her. Honestly, you almost forget about the scratches on your head until you hiss at the slight pain as she cleans them up. Lottie leaves again to get her herb paste made from heliotropes and other various plants to put on your wounds, cooing at you quietly when you whine from how much it stings.
"Let me put it on your hand?" you suggest, after she sets the paste down on the bed and kisses your nose. "It looks bad."
She nods and gives you her hand, and you clean it with some water first before applying the purple-ish paste. Lottie bites her lip as you gently rub it across the nasty gash on her palm, and you apologize softly as you finish with it. You bring her hand to your lips so you can kiss her knuckles and help her onto your lap and into bed with you, cuddling her side protectively.
"We should take a few days off so you can rest before we go back," Lottie mumbles, her fingers dancing along the side of your arm.
You sigh and shut your eyes, stomach swarming with uneasy feelings. "Lott, I don't think I want to do this anymore. I mean, fuck, I almost died in there."
She sits up on her arm and leans over you, pieces of her hair tickling your face. "I know, but we need to figure out what the Wilderness wants. You're the closest to It now. It'll tell you what It needs. You just need to learn how to understand It. I can teach you."
you shake your head and gulp down some tears, turning your head away from her and inhaling sharply. "I was on some cliff before I passed out. I couldn't move at all. The vision stopped right as I fell from it, and then that's when I started choking. I don't know what it means. I don't know what any of my visions mean."
Lottie frowns and leans over you some more so she can try and catch your gaze, and when you look back at her, her eyes are just as sad as she looks. She bends down and captures your lips in a reassuring kiss, resting her forehead on yours as she whispers: "It's okay. We'll figure it out together. You just have to keep trying. We'll be safer next time."
I'll make sure of it, Lottie thinks.
Your shoulders slump back against the blankets in defeat. You know she's just being pushy because she wants the best for the group, but sometimes you wish she'd listen. You give a half-assed smile and nod, your fingers prodding at the holes in her mesh shirt as you try not to think about how nervous you are to go back.
"Can you make me that herb tea? The one that always helps me sleep..." you mumble, feeling like you just need to rest for weeks to forget about today.
How do you think nat would be with breast play ngl-
I feel like honestly she'd stare at them without a care in the world but as soon as she actually sees them FULLY how'd you think she'd be
Especially with playing an suckin on them to-
girl is SHAMELESS looking at your boobs all until she actually gets to se them and suddenly she’s all over you. Like palming your boobs, kissing on you and playing with your nipples.
and goddd if she’s high, that girl was OBSESSED with how sensitive you were. Like whenever she would suck on your nipples or flick them. Like she would just sit behind you holding your boobs while you guys watched a movie ugh
i want you to touch me there — lottie matthews x reader
authors note: shoutout to all the subtops out there! this one is for you 🫵🏼 (me 🤝 lottie = being dom brats)
warnings: NSFW, brat dom!lottie, sub top!reader, teasing, jealousy kink
song playing: a little death by the neighbourhood
──・・♱・・──
ミ꒲ ☆ ꒱ ── brat dom!lottie who loves pretending to give you the power first
ミ꒲ ☆ ꒱ ── she will actively be pissing you off, and when you finally tell her to shut up, she’ll just look at you with those doe eyes and smirk
“make me shut up then,” she says, sitting on the edge of the bed as she not so innocently fiddles with the edge of her dress. “cmon, don’t be a pussy.”
ミ꒲ ☆ ꒱ ── brat dom!lottie who will let you have the power for maybe a minute max
ミ꒲ ☆ ꒱ ── she’ll let you pin her down onto the bed and straddle her, looking pissed off (and turned on)
ミ꒲ ☆ ꒱ ── and then she wont hesitate to flip you two over, and smirk down at you when you look like a deer in headlights
“what? cat got your tongue?” she asks in such a teasing voice, tracing her finger up and down your chest. “i know you like it when i tease you.”
ミ꒲ ☆ ꒱ ── brat dom!lottie who will tease you to hell and back
ミ꒲ ☆ ꒱ ── she’ll make you feel so good, hand or mouth where you need it the most..
ミ꒲ ☆ ꒱ ── just to pull away and hum. and when you beg for it, sometimes if she feels extra bratty, she’ll shrug
“maybe later,” she’ll say getting off the bed. she’ll hear you whine but pretend it never happened, “i forgot i need to do the dishes.”
ミ꒲ ☆ ꒱ ── brat dom! lottie who will let you abuse the shit out of her cunt with whatever you decide (fingers, mouth, strap on, cock)
ミ꒲ ☆ ꒱ ── but she’s still the one in charge. she’ll still be the one to tell you when to speed it up or when to slow it down—and you better listen to her!
ミ꒲ ☆ ꒱ ── brat dom!lottie who kind of has a jealousy kink..
ミ꒲ ☆ ꒱ ── whether thats you making her jealous or vise versa
ミ꒲ ☆ ꒱ ── she’ll smirk when you pull her away from someone who was clearly flirting with her, and tilt her head like shes the most innocent thing in the world
“did that bother you love?” she’ll ask in a husky voice, moving closer to you and keeping eye contact, “and what are you going to do about it? huh?”
ミ꒲ ☆ ꒱ ── brat dom! lottie who knows how far to take it before she starts giving you the praise you deserve
ミ꒲ ☆ ꒱ ── fucking her brains out and thats when she finally lets the bratiness go for a little just to tell you how good you are
“f-fuck!” she’ll moan loudly, hands gripping your shoulders, “you make me feel so so good..only you can make me feel this good!”
