#Natalie reads

[natalieironside]

My boyfriend was showing me his cat and I leaned over to kiss the cat on his soft little baby head and he went "meow" and scrambled away because I'd been wearing my headphones and I accidentally jabbed him with the microphone.

And I said "Damn, this is exactly like in the Iliad"

[deadmomclubattendee]

I know one day, I’m going to get a handle on this and find my own super natural being (God or otherwise, obviously I am open) to connect with. I’m fine with not saving the world and all that, I know we have a lot of young hero’s doing an amazing job! Though I am always there to lend a hand.

[fioweress]

they are my jesus and judas

[moneymartin]

🦌- impatient

summary: lottie comes home from work and sees you playing games 👾

warnings: this is smut so mdni :p oral and fingering (r!receiving), praising, extremely touchy lott, and lil bit of french from lawtie. she’s a little meanie when it comes to u but still super soft. also title probably doesnt make sense dont laugh. ok thats it

i wrote this in like 2 hours so if it sucks dont hate thankz 😢😢

1.4k words

both characters are aged up.

saturdays were never the greatest days; lottie was out doing her dumb side job for extra cash, despite the fact she was probably set for life. she had been providing for the both of you, and it was only cause she never wanted her parents to do everything for her in the first place.

the only thing you could really do at the house was play games on that xbox she surprised you with on your birthday. it was the first console you’ve ever owned and you were more than grateful, playing on it all the time and letting her join whenever she wanted to. although she was never that supportive after you continued to play almost every hour of every day. but even if she sucked, you were willing to teach her.

while she worked her ass off at work you decided to play games without her. you opened up fortnite, hopping on with a few friends from uni and getting lost in time. it was your favorite game after all. hours and hours passed by quickly when the chime of your guys’ door started ringing. lottie stepped inside, a soft sigh escaping her lips, and that big familiar smile on her face when she saw you on the xbox.

“hi, baby..” she mumbles lowly and kicks off her shoes, waving a hand in your face. it distracts you for a moment and you take off one of the headphone muffs.

“y- yeah, hold on.” you grumble and try to look to the right side of her body to see the tv screen. “please move…” you whine. your friends start snickering into the mic when they hear you struggling to play the damn game. lottie knows how they are when it comes to you two and it’s the worst thing ever.

she stands in front you again, continuing to cover the screen and trying to mess you up. “do you not know how to look at your girlfriend or something?” she huffs out and grabs your shoulders, a grunt leaving your lips when you end up getting knocked. “all you do is play that damn game.” she sighs.

your eyes dart up to hers and your lips pout when the laugh of your friends fill up your ears and her words still sit in your head. she’s right though. you don’t do anything but play on the damn xbox… “i know, but you got me the thing anyways,” you say and tilt your head to the side. “and all of my friends are laughing at me!!! quit it!”

lottie’s eyebrows raise, but you quickly stand up so you can see the tv after your friend revives you. and so you can avoid that gaze she gives you when you give that little bit of attitude. “sit back down.” she orders, pushing you onto the couch again and sitting herself down on your lap. she stays there and doesn’t bother moving unless you do just to see the screen. all you can really hear though are the screams of your friends telling you to start shooting back, but it got real hard when she pushes her lips up against yours.

she’s kissing you with fervor as if she hasn’t seen your face in years. you can’t do anything but kiss back and it’s a shame that you’re incredibly obsessed with the taste of her strawberry lipgloss. all it does for you is fuel the need you feel when you kiss her. “lott, please. not right now..” you breathe out heavily when you pull away. “shit, i’m so sorry guys.” you tell your friends after you end up dying fully.

“don’t talk to them, talk to me.” she whines in response to you speaking to your friends instead of her. she grips at your controller and sets it on the armrest of the couch, clicking the mute button on your headset. she shifts a little against you and her hands find their way to your core, a grunt escaping your lips. “wow, you are so incredibly pathetic…” she says at your attempts to squirm and grab your controller. she palms you through your shorts, her movements coaxing you to move your hips up against her.

“fuck.. please,” you murmur, wetness pooling up in between your legs just because of her gentle touch and mean words. her other hand quickly tugs on the strings of your shorts and she yanks them down, the incredibly prominent wet spot on your panties right in front of her. your face flushed out of embarrassment from how wet you got so quickly and she can’t help but snicker. “all of this for me?” she hums.

the pressure of her fingers against your clit sends a chill down your spine and your teeth grit together. lottie sinks down onto her knees and you nod frantically, moaning when her lips make contact with your skin. her hands inch around your body and her fingers pull down the sides of your panties. she doesn’t give you a warning before she sticks two of her long fingers into you and they curl in just the right way. “my god. you look so pretty like that, angel..” she says, your eyes closing at the overwhelming feeling of her fingers inside of you.

“lott, please… please, please, please.” you whimper pathetically. her lips are kissing and marking around your inner thighs while her fingers continuously pound into the perfect spot, hips absentmindedly thrusting into them. she pulls her fingers out, shoving them into your mouth to let you get a quick taste of yourself and making your walls clench around absolutely nothing. “you’re such a little slut aren’t you? you can’t help but get wet around me.” she mumbles.

lottie’s lips attach to your throbbing clit and her fingers make their way into you again, your eyes widening at the sensation. it hurts so bad, yet feels so good. you squirm and move around constantly, lottie gripping onto your thigh with the other hand. “sit still or i’m gonna have to let all of your little friends hear you acting like a fucking whore.” she grunts into your centre and curls her fingers a little harder than before. the touch causes you to wince in pain a bit. “i’m sorry, i- i didn’t mean to ignore you!” you groan.

when you grip at her hair she slaps your hand away. “ne fais pas ça putain…” she growls. she’s getting aggressive but when she sees tears in your eyes she gets a little bit softer. her tongue is wrapping itself around your clit, sucking and biting on it gently while she laps up all of the wetness dripping down your legs. you haven’t finished yet but she’s eating you out like a starving animal. her face is practically buried into your pussy and the tip of her nose is grazing against the top of your core. her fingers curl inside of your pussy again and she knows that she’s hitting the spot.

“charlotte, my stomach.” you whisper out when the knot that formed in there gets a little bit tighter. she takes it as a sign that you’re close and moves herself a little bit slower to help you out. “juste comme ça… i got you, okay, baby?” she tells you as she looks up at you. the look on your face is what fuels her even more. your lips are parted out slightly and your face is furrowed while your hips just barely hump into her fingers again. a raspy moan escapes your throat when the knot in your tummy becomes undone and she shushes you, helping you ride out your high carefully with her fingers.

lottie’s eyes immediately lock onto the cum dripping down your legs and your drenched core. her first instinct is to clean. you up with her mouth. so she does, and she laps up every single drop that came out of you, rising up again. her fingers cup your chin and she wrenches your mouth open, sticking her tongue inside. all you can taste is yourself and you whimper in her mouth.

lottie pulls your panties and shorts up again, sitting next to you on the couch. her hands wrap around your waist and she gently pushes the back of your head into her chest, a small sigh escaping your lips as your heart pounds from the after feeling of it all. she kisses the top of your head and holds you there for a moment. “je t'aime, baby. je t’aime tellement.” she whispers softly and rubs at your back. you two sit there for a while in silence until she breaks it.

“sooo.. do you wanna play overcooked?”

[trixdraws]

My second attempt at drawing f!UB

Also sharing some versions that are less of an eye cancer since my gf asked for wallpaper versions!

[sunny-rants]

Yellowjackets // When I Say That We Are All Teen Girls by Olivia Gatwood

[tabithatwo]

(x)

(this is a pls stop blaming juliette lewis for nat’s arc and death post <3)

[nataliescatorccioapologist]

Best Natalie Quotes

Our deadpan, brooding, f-bomb dropping emo🫶

Honorable mentions:

“Wait, how do you fucking start this thing?” (referring to Tai’s fancy car)

“That conniving, poodle-haired little fucking freak!” (referring lovingly to her bestie)

“He dieeeeeeeeeeeeeed Lottie”

“Did you read that on a fucking fortune cookie?”

And

“What the fuck?!” *with Italian hands*

[lesbianlotties]

and then they kissed about it

[natalieironside]

CS Lewis was wrong about lots of stuff but he was right about how obsessing over your perceived inclusion in or exclusion from prestigious social groups will 100% turn you evil

[thoughtfulchaos773]

The brainrot isn't solely from the chemistry of Ayo and Jeremy, the writing, acting, directing...

The brainrot- most of it comes from the meta on tumblr. It's 🔥 I can read the analysis for hooouurs.

Thank you for taking the time to write your thoughts.

[early-twentysomething]

Simmer; Melt

The Bear (2022) - Carmy x Sydney, slow burn, two-shot. Rated E.

Summary:

Claire left me a voicemail last night b-...before shit went down. Told me that she loved me.”

His voice is barely above a whisper, like he’s telling her a secret that nobody else can hear.

“And do you? You… you know…love her?”

His eyes, blue as lake Michigan, look straight into her’s.

“I don’t think I do.”

She drops his hand at that moment, she needs to get out of this room.

What does he mean by that, and why does he keep staring at her? What the fuck is that about?

Read Here on Ao3!

(P.S. - I also made Sydney a SZA enjoyer in this because it makes sense)

[soracities]

Like any unloved thing, I don't know if I'm real when I'm not being touched.

Natalie Wee, from ‘Lonely’, Our Bodies & Other Fine Machines

[heartz4shauna]

you should write nat and lottie kissing after practice <333

Locker Room

Word count: 524

Warnings: established relationship (lottienat), precrash/no crash au, brief mention of jackieshauna, nickname use (babe), also probably a little ooc and kinda sucks. sorry 😭🙏

a/n: SO SO SO sorry this took me so long to write i haven’t been motivated recently agh anyway! i hope u enjoy x

The girls were getting cleaned up in the locker room after a quick practice. Just another average practice, preparing for nationals.

Lottie came over to her locker, grabbing her hairbrush as she towel dried her hair, “you were good out there, Nat,” she told the blonde who was standing opposite her, getting dressed. Natalie smiled to herself and nodded, “thanks, Lott. You were, too.” They shared a brief moment of eye contact before Shauna came over, “Jackie’s asking me to go do something later. I think she wants me to go rollerblading,” she boomed. Lottie rolled her eyes, “sounds fun,” she replied sarcastically, brushing her hair. “Oh, yeah. Have fun,” Natalie added, a smirk on her face.

Shauna quickly waved them goodbye and left the locker room, it was just the pair now.

Natalie looks over at the taller girl, “What were you saying? How I was just so amazing and perfect on the field today?” she asked teasingly, sauntering over to her girlfriend. Lottie chuckled at her words, “don’t flatter yourself, babe. You were okay at best.” Natalie nodded, leaning against another players locker, “sure, sure, okay. You were fine,” she shrugged, poking fun at Lottie.

Lottie tossed her towel onto the bench, not daring to look away from her girl. “Don’t be rude, Nat,” she returned, pushing her locker closed. “You know I was good,” she added, a smirk creeping up onto her lips. Natalie’s nose scrunched in thought, “Hmm.. maybe just a little.”

Lottie chuckled and moved to her girlfriend, her hands gripping around her waist, “yeah, you think?” she asked in a whisper, placing a kiss onto Natalie’s temple. Nat nodded, her arms shaking around Lotties neck, trapping her there.

“Not only that, I stopped about a million goals, how’s that for good?” Lottie continued, planting gentle kisses along her girlfriends jaw.

Natalie melted into her touch, humming along to Lotties words like they were a lullaby.

As soon as Lottie’s lips made a tiny bit of contact with Natalie’s, Nat pushed her face up against the taller girl’s. Lottie quickly understood what she wanted and brought her hands up to Natalie’s head, impossibly deepening the kiss. Nat smirked to herself, shifting slightly to sit on the bench next to the pair. Lottie followed, sitting with her without breaking the kiss. The two were just about to get comfortable when they heard a banging sound, causing them to push themselves away from each other, “the fuck was that?” Natalie asked in a low tone, looking around them. Lottie just shrugged when the noise came again and a loud voice spoke.

“Hey, pack it in ladies! Gotta close up the locker room in a minute!” It was coach Scott. Natalie rolled her eyes, realising who it was and stood up from the bench. She held her hand out to Lottie to help her up. “Let’s get our stuff,” Natalie decided, grabbing her soccer uniform from the ground. Lottie nodded, picking up her towel she threw earlier, “He’s such an ass. Can’t even make out in peace,” she mumbled jokingly. Natalie chuckled, playfully hitting Lottie in the shoulder, “shut up, you loser.”

[mintypsii]

all eyes on me in the center of the ring just like a circus

[pocketgalaxies]

oh also still still STILL thinking about "people hate me because of you. and i'm a victim." just bc it's so simple and heartbreaking and unfair