#c: natalie scatorccio

[jaywritessometimes]

Nat x Inexperienced!Reader

nsfw!! 18+

It was well into the soccer season. You'd been to more of Nat's games than you could count. So when you asked to miss just this one, Nat had no issue with it. You had a lot of work to get done anyways.

You're sat watching the tv while working on some projects for work. You tapped away on that laptop for hours on end, binge watching whatever they latest show was. You were so focused on your laptop, that you hardly noticed when Nat walked down the stairs.

She took her spot next to you on the couch. You only noticed her once she had sat down. You takes your hands through your hair, and expelled the breath in your lungs.

"Hey, what's up? I know that sigh." She questioned.

"Just this work thing, the guys haven't touched the thing, and the deadline is in 2 days. So on top of my own work, I have to finish and supervise the work of 2 complete morons." You blurt. "I'm sorry, I didn't even ask about your game. How was it?"

Nat looks over to you, that goofy grin on her face. "The game was good, we lost. I guess that's what happens when our good luck charm doesn't show." She's joking, but you can't help but feel a little guilty for having to miss her game.

"I'm sorry babe, I wish i could have been there."

You save your files, and shit your laptop. You'd take a break for a little while. The laptop is shoved aside as you crawl into Nat's lap. You sling your arms around the back of her neck, your fingers playing with the hair on the nape of her neck.

She smiles at you before leaning in. This was always how it started. She started slow, and you followed her lead. After all- you were new to this, and she knew a great deal more about these things than you did. As the kiss went on, you became more desperate.

You'd never been with anybody this way before, but Nat made you feel things you'd never felt before. You were worked up from just a little kissing. You attempt to change the direction of the kiss, from soft sweet kisses, to hungrier and dirtier ones.

She smirks as you take charge, eventually moving on from her mouth, and down her chin and neck. You kiss around for a while, not even noticing your hips, which began to buck themselves into Nat's lap.

She giggles when she notices it. "All worked up just from some kissing baby? What's gotten into you?" She jests.

You whine into her neck, your face heating up with embarrassment. You reluctantly move yourself off her lap, and onto the floor between her legs.

"Hey, you didn't have to move, it was fine, I was just teasing." She says.

You look up at her through hooded eyes, and start to remove her shorts. You tug them all the way down, leaving her on her underwear (i'm sorry i refuse to call them panties).

"Can I?" You ask, knowing that question never fails to get you going, and hoping it does the same for her.

All she does is nod weakly, along with a little whisper that's released from her throat when your fingers reach the band and brush her sensitive stomach. Your fingers play with the little ribbon on the front of them, while your mouth goes to work on her thighs. You had no idea what you were doing, you just tried your best to copy the things she had done to you.

Your mouth leaves wet open mouthed kisses along her inner thighs, and as you move up towards where she wants you, she begins to squirm. You grin to yourself in triumph. She eventually gets impatient, and removes her underwear herself.

Your jaw drops at the sight. She was soaked. All because of you.

You dive in (literally) like it's your last meal. Nat's hands instantly go to your hair, guiding you. You start with little strokes of your tongue, avoiding her clit, wanting to tease her just a little longer. She tasted heavenly. You'd tasted her before, from her own fingers, but this was so much better.

Eventually, you get bored with the teasing, and give her the pressure she had been desiring from you. Your tongue moves in an 8 motion, just like she did to you. She obviously liked it, considering the response you received. She grabbed your hair and brought you closer to her, your scalp tingling, but only intensifying your pleasure.

"God- Fuck y/n that's so good. Just like how I do it." She let out between moans and whines. Her eyes barley left yours, only to shut or roll back.

You had always found her voice attractive. But right now? You could come just from her voice praising you between the sounds she made because of you.

"Rub your clit baby, I want you to come with me. God yah just like that. Do the same to yourslef, come on baby."

You rubbed yourself in the same pattern as your tongue moved. You could tell she was getting close. You moved your tongue down to tease her entrance. She let out a nearly pathetic moan when you tested her entrance with your tongue.

"Oh my god. You're doing so good. You're doing such a good job babe, I'm almost there. Come with me baby. Come on, keep rubbing your clit like that, yah. Fuck-"

Her entrance spasamed around your touch, the same way yours did around her fingers when you were on the edge. You brought your uncocuppied hand to her clit, and began to apply pressure again. That was all it took.

Her legs shook as her orgasm crashed over her. Yours did as well, and you struggles to keep your hands and tongue working, but you were determined to help her ride out her high as you did your own.

Your movements got sloppy, but they did the job. Nat looked down at you from her place on the couch, her bangs stuck to her forehead with sweat, and a post orgasm glow making her appear like a goddess.

You grinned up at her, not able to say much of anything, your heads still in the clouds.

"Oh babe, you have got to do that more often. That was amazing." She praised.

You let your head rest against her thigh as she stroked your her with her fingers. You wished you could stay like that forever.

[shaunamilfman]

Dating Nat Scatorccio

pre-crash headcanons

nsfw mentions

i feel like you'd start hanging out in the first place because you pretended to be a fan of a band she likes. you mispronounce the band name one day and she's like "wym we listened to all their albums??" and you're just like "Nat, baby…". she'd pretend to be all offended but honestly be so pleased that you'd go through all that effort to hang out with her. "I can't believe you :(" but she's blushing. 

"however could I make it up to you baby?". "well…" she trails off suggestively. 

 i know everyone headcanons Nat as a top but considerrrrr. i don't think Nat has ever had anyone that truly cares for her at this point. sure she's got her friends but still. i really don't think she'd know what to do with all that attention.

like your focusing fully on her and she's just shifting nervously. there's just something about pinning her down and just making her feel good. she'd be so pretty when she blushed. breathy little moans because she's embarrassed to be loud. 

i think she'd give you little gifts like cool rocks she found on her way home or like a cool piece of glass she found. i feel like she'd love to give you things she made for you. just wants you to know she loves you. 

Nat loves when you mention thinking about her when she isn't around. you'll give her some dumb magnet and be like "i thought of you when I saw this :)" and she'll undress so fast you get hit by her flying clothes. 

"was it the magnet???". "you're so lame. come here" 

sneaking out to pick Nat up in the middle of the night after she got in a huge fight with her mom's new boyfriend. bringing her home and holding her while she pretends she doesn't want to cry. 

she's such a little spoon. desperately craves your love and affection, but tries too hard to be aloof about it. 

Nat trying not to laugh as she hides under your bed the next morning when you and your mom are arguing in your room.

sneaking off too make out in a closet and having to run to practice after you lost track of time

picking a fight with Jackie after she calls Nat a burnout again. 

i don't think Nat would really know how to react when you stick up for her as she's never really had anyone to do it before. i think she might react a little hostile at first because she feels like you're pitying her, but she would definitely warm up to it after a while. she's spent so long being seen as a burnout loser that she's probably started to believe it herself

thinking about Nat pulling a chair up to you in the library and straddling it while she convinces you to skip and go smoke with her. Nat laying her head on her crossed arms on the back of the chair as she mockingly pouts at you.

desperately need Nat wearing an old shirt when she sleeps over because it's the only thing that fits. she's like 5'6 but she always seems so small?? 

Nat climbing into your bed with no makeup on to sleep. she'd look so soft without it. holding her and gently stroking her hair as she falls asleep

laying in bed watching Nat put her eyeliner on in the morning.

100% believe she would be a music snob. She’d gently poke fun at you for listening to music that she doesn’t ‘approve’ of, but would sometimes get so serious it would turn into an actual argument. I feel like she listens to music for lyrics and doesn’t care as much about how it sounds.

[ladystoneboobs]

yeah, yeah, all the main yjs have dead (or comatose wife and hs girlfriend continually rejected by death in taissa's case) girlfriends but the only one actually equal to jackie as virgin laura palmer is the other dead main character.

mirror, mirror + apparition haunting surviving partner when they enter the lost one's bedroom

romantic slo-mo head turn toward the camera/yellowjacket who loves them most

partners find their corpses with a friend trying to tear them away/comfort them

both deaths had elements of suicide as travis was trying to get close to death (and was def courting death if he was willing to do it without someone else to press the button) and jackie could have gone back inside at any time. yes, she wanted to live if shauna would just love her again, but she could not survive if shauna and the rest of the team had all rejected her. also lottie and laura lee were involved in both deaths, though in very different roles.

surviving partners grieve at reunion looking at pictures of lost love while someone else really into the partner looks on beside them (jeff's not in the shot but we all know he's right beside shauna)

and can't ignore the natalie connection which brought them together to lose their virginity. both disapproved of bobby farley, though travis had a more personal interest. both were generally uncomfortable with nat's sexual experience due to their own sexual insecurities. this led to jackie unknowingly breaking them up (she could not have foreseen travis's reaction without knowing his history of bullying by bobby) and then taking advantage of their split to have sex before she died. she wasn't really acting out of desire or any attraction to travis so much as a misguided and futile desire to get even with shauna, who had pulled ahead of her in the sexual experience race in the worst way. travis did not really want to be with her either but likely gave in because some part of her bitter speech touched his own feelings about never having sex while the person he loved already had.

and then what happened after the disappointing doomcoming sex that they probably both regretted? both were promptly punished for it, travis especially for having had sex with jackie but not being equally available to the rest of the yellowjackets. when he tried to escape their drugged-up attempted gangbang he instantly turned from sex object to prey. to meat. let us never forget who the intended first sacrifice was.

if the cannibalism of jackie's corpse was a natural extension of girls' bodies never fully belonging to them and being consumed by others, as i have seen posited, then travis had a place at the feast just like all the yellowjackets. he may not have their years of experience being objectified but he did have that night where almost all the girls felt entitled to his body in every way, to have sex with, to slaughter, and presumably, to eat. one could say he was one of the girlies from that night on. problem is, though natalie helped save him from being a ritual sacrifice that night, he could not truly escape for good. like in a final destination movie Death and darkness could only be delayed, continuing to hunt him into adulthood until he was finally claimed. thus his girlification became complete, finalized, and irreversible when he entered dead gf/wife mode in natalie's sl, complete with the standard dead wife pose shown above, which appeared twice in nat's memory. more than laura lee and certainly more than kristin/crystal, travis is the fridged girl haunting the narrative, existing only to die and thereby drive the plot forward for his more important love interest.

[mikeyxfreeman]

hii baby, it's me again, congratulations on your visits on c.aii, you deserve this and much more :3(>ω<)!! Can I request ghostface natalie/lottie/both, that kills any member of the yellowjackets, for reasons of jealousy (something like that) or please.. invent some scenario.. I'm terrible at this:(( Thank you in advance if you do! MUAWH!!

— HERE TO DELIVER!

Always loved the ghostface!versions of the yellowjackets characters but never had the chance to make one myself, I did both of them since it's fun and they're murdery.

🏹 : she's killed one of them.

🦌 : you're finally safe, sweet girl.

[saidtheend]

When I die do I get to see Juliette Lewis. At least

[kisses-galore]

Can't Sleep - Natalie Scatorccio

( not proofread )

( crash )

( from my wp )

teen!nat x fem!reader

Plot: Nat can't sleep and Y/N notices this. So she decides to confront natalie. You know as a normal worried girlfriend would. Natalie tells r that she hasn't been able to sleep for a while now. There is a few reasons; it's cold, uncomfortable and etc. So Y/N decides to help natalie out.

mood; fluff

this includes; kissing, cuddling

omniscient p.o.v

Y/N and Natalie have been together for about five months. They've been stuck in the wilderness for about nine. So naturally Y/N notices how Natalies eyes have become more tired day by day. So one day she decided to check on her.

Well more like confront. Natalie is currently sitting down by the fireplace looking at the fire. Everyone is sound asleep behind her. Except Y/N.

Y/N walks to Natalie and sits by her. "Nat you need to go to sleep." Y/N said tiredly. "You do too." Nat said looking at her. "I'm not even tired." Natalie whispered."Your eyes say otherwise." Y/N replied. "I'm not." The blonde haired girl replied.

"I'm only sleeping if you come with me." Y/N stated. "Fine." Natalie sighed and nodded and replied. Then they both got up and went to Y/Ns makeshift bed that was by Natalies.They laid down on their separate parts. "It's cold." Natalie said. Y/N sat up and looked at the other girl. "Here." She said handing Natalie another blanket.

"That's your blanket." Natalie said. "Well unless you want to lay on top of me or something. You're going to take the blanket and go to sleep." Y/N said joking about the first part.

"Fine." Natalie said. Scooting over to Y/Ns part of their combined bed. Y/N didn't expect Natalie to take that seriously but opened her arms for the blonde haired girl. Natalie put her head on Y/Ns chest and put her arms around her.

Y/N put one of her arms around Natalie. The other behind her own head."Are you still cold?" Y/N asked Natalie putting the blanket around them both. "It's starting to get warm." Natalie replied looking up at Y/N. They stayed like that for a while until Y/N heard light breathing. She looked down and saw Natalie sound asleep.

She smiled to herself. Closing her eyes and falling asleep too. When Y/N woke up Natalie was still sleeping in her arms. Y/N of course let her becauseNatalie needed the sleep. Most of them were up already. They were doing their respective things. "Y/N can you help me out with Lottie?" Misty asked.

"Wait actually nevermind Mari can." The girl added. "You sure?" Y/N asked. Misty nodded in response. Y/N nodded. She noticed Natalie slowly opening her eyes rubbing them. "Hey." Y/N said smiling.

"Hi." Natalie replied smiling back. "You okay?" Y/N asked. "Mhm." Nat answered."You slept for a while." Y/N said. "Is that a bad thing?" Nat said straddling the other girl. "Well no I'm not necessarily saying that." Y/N said. "Necessarily. Key words." Natalie said joking. Y/N nodded as Natalie kept rambling on about different things.

Then Y/N started leaning in to stop Natalie from rambiling. She kissed the other girl slowly. Then Natalie replied with the same. They were kissing for a while before someone coughed behind them. They both looked at where it came from and it was Travis. Travis then walked away. They both started laughing quietly.

Y/N laid back down while Natalie stood up. "We gotta do something come on." The blonde said. "Theres nothing to do?" The Y/H/C haired girl said. "We have to find something." Natalie said. "Fine." Y/N said standing up.

[coalswriting]

hair holds memories - natalie scatorccio

summary – bleaching natalie’s hair became routine for (y/n), but things became a bit more complicated the day natalie disappeared. (approx. 1.7k words)

a/n – trigger warning for mentions of weight loss + puking!! i wrote this cos i was feeling a lil down and wanted to vent a little. hope y’all enjoy <3  

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your (e/c) orbs glossed over the pages of the novel you were reading while you sipped a cup of tea. you were hunched over your crowded desk, notes scattered around as you picked out comparisons between the novel and wuthering heights. you were given as comparative essay as an assignment for english class, and you had chosen to compare the theme of the role of women within society.

your eyelids began to feel heavy, and you swore that you would fall asleep before you could finish the chapter. peering over towards your alarm, your eyes widened when you noticed that it was nearing 1am. sighing, you knew you’d have trouble waking up for school tomorrow if you stayed up much later, so you flicked your bookmark between the worn pages of the book and shut it, sliding it into your backpack.

you stood up with a stretch, grabbing your hairbrush to tidy yourself up before bed. suddenly, you heard a rhythmic clinking against your window. confused, you processed the sound for a moment before peeking an eye out between your curtains. you deflated from your slight shock when you noticed it was only natalie. pulling the curtains open and pushing the window, you called out to her in a whisper-yell.

“it’s 1am nat, what are you doing? and what’s with that hat??”

natalie, in response, grimaced, pulling her beanie tighter over her head. she looked at you with discomfort before whispering back, “i had an accident and i need your help, can i come in?”

you exhaled heavily but smiled, “one sec.”

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natalie sat on your toilet as you paced back and forth.

“how the hell did you do that?!”

she looked ashamed of herself, her hair practically ginger. “i don’t know, (y/n)! i was trying to go blonde! stop laughing!”

a towel was thrown at you and you damn-near fell over, gripping the sink to steady yourself from your laughter. “okay, okay, hold on,” you chuckled, crouching down to rummage through the drawer under your sink, “I think my mom still has some spare bleach and purple shampoo from the last time she did her hair.”

“i swear to fuck, (y/n), if my hair falls out, i’ll cut all of yours off in your sleep,” your once-brunette-now-ginger friend threatened to ignorant ears.

“yeah, yeah,” you dismissed.

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natalie’s hair had come out perfectly when you did it that time, and since then, you were primarily responsible for bleaching her hair. it became routine, every month, she would come by and sit on your toilet while you would touch up her roots. you both enjoyed it and talked about life whenever it came to that. the last time you did it was the weekend before nationals.

“thanks again,” natalie smiled at you coyly, checking herself out in the mirror. you hugged her from behind, resting your chin on her shoulder. she looked beautiful, the white lighting of your bathroom mirror illuminating each and every strand.

you were engrossed in her as you admired, murmuring, “you look beautiful.”

you swore you could see natalie’s cheeks gain a rosy hue. she cleared her throat, hiding her face with her fist, and you felt butterflies in your chest, tearing your eyes away from her angelic face.  

“uh, anyways,” you changed the topic quickly, flustered at what you had said, “good luck at nationals. i’ll be waiting for your return with the trophy.”

natalie elbowed you gently, smirking, “i’ll see you at the after-party, yeah?”

you nodded, “for sure.”  

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processing grief was difficult, you came to learn. upon hearing of the plane crash, you didn’t cry. you didn’t scream, you didn’t react in any way. you just lied in bed for days, shackled down by a huge wave of apathy. you lost a lot of weight, nearly puking every time you touched food.

after a few months, you grew hopeful. you knew natalie – you knew she was alive. she was a fighting spirit, and something told you that things would be okay.

when the first winter passed, you finally accepted that natalie was probably dead. the grief hit you in a delayed wave, and your friends held you as you wept in the bathroom that you had routinely done her hair in the past. you tore the polaroids of you and her off your walls, stuffing them into a box under your bed. you didn’t want to see her. you hated her for leaving you alone in this world, and you hated that you had loved her so much. 

you despised natalie scatorccio. you despised the way she would laugh with you, joke with you, the way the corners of her mouth gently rose when she was trying to hide her giggles in history class, the way she drew on your arm when she was bored, and the way she always hugged you after practice when she was sweaty and covered in mud, much to your disdain.

you began to move on after a year; well, that was a lie – you knew that you would never move on from the impact she had left on your life, but college was around the corner, and you knew that you would have to step into this new chapter without her. you still had the leather jacket that she had left in your house one time, and you couldn’t bare to lose it, so you took it with you, and boy, did you wear it everywhere. it became a part of you; it protected you.

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it was the spring of your second year of university, studying (whatever lol). you had come back to new jersey to visit your family and earn some money at your part time job at the cinema. you had tuned out most of the world, listening to music in your walkman, dancing around your family-home bedroom.

the girls had been found and returned home safe and sound – well, most of them. but, when you tried to reach out to natalie, you never received a response. it was difficult to contact any of the girls, really, and you decided that it was probably for the best. she had probably forgotten you; she was probably a different person anyways. you were initially extremely upset, but you pushed it down, focusing on your college assignments.

“you’re out of touch, i’m out of time!”, you sang to yourself as you bopped your head to the music. for once, you felt a little happy in life, things were going smoothly, and your friends were lovely. you imagined what they were doing in this moment – probably studying or out partying. you were excited to return to university.

suddenly, you heard a familiar rhythmic clinking against your window. you stiffened up, tears perking in your eyes. it was probably all in your head, and you stared for a moment, slowly taking your headphones off your ears. the tapping sound didn’t stop. you hesitantly shuffled to your window and, like clockwork, peeked your eye out between the curtains, but this time, you ripped them open almost immediately. your eyes began to pour with a wave of what seemed to be grief and joy as none other than natalie scatorccio stood outside, rain dampening her hair.

you nearly tripped as you sprinted down the stairs in your work uniform, and without a care in the world, you ran outside into the downpour. she caught you as you fell into her arms, holding her tight and hiccuping. she felt so, so warm against the coldness of the stormy air, and you knew in that moment that she was real. she was here with you.

… .. .

natalie wiped her hair with a towel as she sat in your bathroom, your tears still pouring. bringing a hand to your face, she wiped your tears with a thumb, smiling gently. “i’m back, for good,” is all she said.

your hands were shaky as you touched her hair. her roots had grown out, but she still looked like the same girl you had seen every day for years; she still looked like the girl you loved with your whole heart – the girl that had changed your life. she leaned into your touch.

“i thought i’d never see you again, nat,” you whispered, voice shaky, and she pulled you into her, arms wrapping around you. she stroked your hair, and you felt your chest constrict.

“what happened out there,” she began, “was traumatising, and i’m not ready to talk about it yet, but i want you to know that the whole time i was out there, i survived for you. i could’ve died and rid myself of this miserable world, but it was you. you kept me going.”

you dipped your head down a little as she spoke. she was enthralling, and you remembered how difficult processing the grief over her had been.

“i love you, nat,” you suddenly confessed, “and i never stopped. i don’t think i could’ve stopped, even if i tried.”

she looked at you, her mouth open in an o shape before she placed her mouth onto yours. the kiss felt bittersweet, and you could feel your worries evaporate. her lips were soft against your own ones and you tasted undertones of cigarette smoke amongst her cherry flavoured lip gloss. it was liberating. layers of grief began to dissolve, and your chest felt as though it was going to burst.

when natalie pulled away, she smiled at you gentler than you had ever seen. it was like you were porcelain and she was afraid to shatter you.

you both caught up a little longer, her hands lingering on yours with soft, endearing looks of admiration from both sides. your love for each other felt unspoken after the initial confession, and it felt as if nothing had ever split you apart from each other; like you had loved naturally the entire time she was gone.

as you both laid in bed looking at the glow-in-the-dark stars on your ceiling, her ear against your chest, listening to your heartbeat, you finally mentioned the unspoken.

“do you want me to bleach your hair?”

natalie hummed for a moment before shaking her head, “nah, i think i want to cut it all off and grow out my brown again. what do you think?”

your thoughts lingered in the sentence. “yeah, makes sense,” you replied, “hair holds memories and all. it’d be nice to start fresh again.”

“exactly”, she said, sitting up, “wanna do it now?”

you giggled as she pulled you up by the hand, following her to the bathroom.

“alright.”

[peach-and-bugs]

❤️Natalie Scatorccio NSFW Alphabet❤️ (18+, Minors DNI, you will be blocked)

❤️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: Minor spoiler for Season 2 episode 8! It's all dirty [AFAB Reader/anatomy used if any] (18+, Minors DNI, you will be blocked)

Word Count: 1,359

A/N: Hello lovelies! I know a lot of you wanted it, so here you go! Natalie's nsfw alphabet! She actually was a lot easier to write about than expected, probably because she's so straightforward anyways. Not much more for me to say, so enjoy, and as always, feel free to leave questions or comments in my comments or ask box, and happy reading!❤️

Natalie Scatorccio Tag List:

Yellowjackets Tag List: @frasersgf

General Tag List: @summergeezburr

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

Nat is the type to need a cigarette after sex. I mean, maybe not a cigarette specifically bc I don't remember if she smokes in the show, but in my headcanon it's an every-now-and-then thing for her. But, for whatever reason she never got hooked on it like she did other things. But when it comes to caring for you specifically afterward she’d get you a warm towel to wash up at the very least. Everyone deserves that. But in a committed relationship she’d go as far as running a bath for you if you like and helping you in if it was a rather intense evening

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

She loves your hips, I just know it. No matter what shape or size, she just loves having something to hang onto, ya know? It’s just the perfect spot for her hands and she loves running her thumbs over your stomach

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

I know for a fact that she makes you clean her fingers with your tongue when she’d done with you. She wants you to know exactly what she’s tasting. 

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

Not really a dirty secret but she loves when her partner and this is only in a “serious” relationship (as serious as Natalie will get at least) takes complete control because she gets to be in a state where she’s not in control, but she knows she’s completely safe 

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

Oh, we all know that Ms. Scatorccio knows exactly what she’s doing. When it comes to sex, she’s been around the block and back and she’s always willing to do another lap if she feels the need. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Imma say she enjoys receiving while face-sitting because it's the best of both worlds. She enjoys being on top, but she also likes receiving, and she loves the feeling of your arms and hands tight around her thighs

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

She’s more serious in my opinion. She doesn’t find sex silly. 

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

I think she shaves everything (arms, legs, etc) but not regularly. She's cool with having stubble wherever so long as it's not bothering her.

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

Eh, again it depends on what kind of relationship you’ve got. I think over time she could learn to be romantic, but at the start, sex is a give and take for her. “You get what you need as long as I get what I need,” kind of thing. She’ll never make a big deal out of it though. She might have when she was younger, but she’d far more seasoned now, shall we say. She knows what she wants and that’s her priority

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

She’s gotten good at using her hands because I doubt they let you bring any kind of toy with you to rehab, but she prefers a vibrator some nights

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

I think she’d enjoy mirror sex. She’d like watching herself but also forcing you to watch how she makes you feel. She's also into teeth. Like, not necessarily biting, but she likes someone with a nice set of teeth

L = Location (favorite places to do they do)

She’s down for semi-public sex but still wants some privacy so anywhere with a locked door is fair game

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

There isn’t a lot that doesn't turn her on really. Genuine interest in her sexually sometimes is all it takes. But she likes being teased and having her partner play coy with her. It makes her feel like a lady

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

I think after watching S2 Ep 8 this is a given, but knife play…

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

She’s into both but has a fondness for receiving, ngl. This girl firmly insists that she’s a switch but she loves to bottom. Might sound like an oxymoron, but she loves the power she holds while receiving. Digging her hands in your hair and holding you where she wants you, squeezing your head or hand between her legs. Honestly, she’d gladly suffocate you if you let her

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

She’s fast and rough when she’s on top, no questions asked. She likes getting to the point 

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

She’s quite fond of them. If it's guaranteed you’re not getting a night in together she’d gladly take a quickie in a bathroom stall if she needs it

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

Once there is some established relationship I think she’s down to try new things, but she’s not experimenting during a one-night stand, she might have done that before, but by now that’s behind her and she’s only experimenting with established trust from now on

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

I don’t think she has a lot of stamina when it’s her cumming. She can have two, maybe three before she calls it quits. She could probably go for longer but once she’s had one or two she’s satisfied

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

She doesn’t have a wide collection, just a few vibratos that she orders online while drunk and horny on random nights. But she’ll use them now and then with herself and whenever you want if that's something you’re into. I think she’d be really into using one on you while you eat her out. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

She’s a big tease. She enjoys being a mean girl sometimes! 

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

I think she’s pretty quiet, but not for any lack of enjoyment. She’s got those breathy moans that swoon from the back of her throat and she tends to suck on her teeth

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

She’s got nice hands. She keeps her nails short, partly because I think she’s a nail-biter, but she has the decency to file them before anything intimate happens so they’re nice and smooth. But she’s got long, thin fingers that really accentuate her knuckles and she’s always got a plethora of rings on so she makes a show of taking them off for you. 

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

She’s quite thin and lanky. I mean, we pretty much saw everything when she was walking around her motel in her bra and her fishnets.

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

It’s definitely high, but she knows she can get what she wants whenever or handle anything she needs on her own, so it's not often a “driver” for her or anything. Unless she’s drunk. If she's with someone she’s deemed as her person and she’s drunk, she wants in your pants as soon as possible

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

She’s not the type to fall asleep after sex. She prefers having some kind of nightcap first (a drink or a cigarette or maybe even both to mix things up. Who knows!) you’re more likely than not to fall asleep before her which is when she makes her graceful exit if she’s not in her bed. However, in a committed relationship she’ll get back in bed with you after whatever “treat” she’s finished and hold you from behind till she knows you’re asleep. She likes kissing your shoulders when you’re naked. But she won't fall asleep that way, eventually turning over to her other side 

[darkdoverpseeker]

💀🕊️ 20+ F hi there! i'm looking for yellowjackets or life is strange. i would prefer other 20+ writing partners. forewarning, i can get pretty slow at replies at times. but i definitely love talking ooc headcanons and musings and exploring verses/aus. i can rp on here or discord.

ideally, i'd like to write either jackie taylor or natalie scatorccio for yellowjackets. and i'd love a shauna shipman or misty quigley. but wouldn't mind a natalie scatorccio or lottie mattews.

for life is strange, i'd really like to write either nathan prescott or max caufield. against any rachel amber or victoria chase or chloe price.

as for tws, there will mostly likely be drugs and alcohol. possibly to destructive degrees. potentially cannibalism and violence. or kidnapping and blackmail. but those are optional. as is sexual nsfw. i have no problem with writing it, but do not mind not writing it. however, heavy levels of angst is non negotiable. there will be suffering and an atmosphere of doom on par with the source materials.

i'll reach out via dm to any likes. c:

like if interested!

[happenstnces]

THE REQUEST POLICE ༊*·˚

if you have any requests for stories/oneshots/blurbs, please read the following. if the request makes me uncomfortable, i will not write it, and i have every right to delete it from my inbox. if you send the same one more than twice and i do not respond, do not send it again !       ✧ masterlist

WHO I WRITE FOR — this list will be occasionally updated.

            CRIMINAL MINDS.  emily prentiss , jennifer jareau , penelope garcia , alex blake,             spencer reid, aaron hotchner.

            LAW AND ORDER: SVU.  olivia benson , alex cabot , casey novak.

            YELLOWJACKETS lottie matthews, natalie scatorccio, shauna shipman,             vanessa palmer, taissa turner.

WHAT I WRITE.

a . smut, fluff, angst, poly relationships, all au’s accepted (unless it falls into a category of things i will not write). b . please specify a certain kink in a request as there are some i am not comfortable writing. c . song/tv show/movie inserts or ib fics are awesome! send them my way. d . if you have any requests for a series i am working on, feel free to send it unless stated otherwise!

WHAT I DO NOT WRITE.

underage smut (i do not write for underage characters/readers), pedophilia, incest, abuse of any kind (mental, physical, emotional), specified kinks. (scat, somno, cnc, ddlg), and real person fics. writing about people that are not fictional makes me uncomfortable, however, i am more than happy to write something for the character that actor/actress plays. (ex. if you request something with paget, i will write it for emily).

REMINDERS.

a . do not send in any requests that fall under the category of things i will not write. b . please specify if you want me to write a oneshot, blurb, or headcanon when requesting and include the name of whoever you want me to write for. c . please keep in mind that all of my stories are fem!inserts unless stated otherwise.

[ladystoneboobs]

gah, natalie, who'd already witnessed so much violence at home, who already had survivor's guilt which likely affected her drug use pre-crash. natalie, who stopped them all from being murderers the first time they tried a ritual killing, when they could at least say it wasn't really them 'cause of the shrooms. natalie, who felt the most guilty about eating jackie and looked the most reluctant, then being the only one to take responsibility despite also being the only one with a legitimate reason to have a grudge against jackie before her death. natalie, who kept them all fed for the first months and kept trudging out for hours in the snows through winter and got blamed for the loss of game, almost dying trying to get that moose and being more upset about that loss of (non-human) food for the whole group than her own near death. natalie, who had to watch everyone hold up lottie as the true provider as they put her down, all bc of her weird power over that bear when all her rituals are made up on the fly and in rational, practical terms she should not be much more useful than jackie, certainly not more valuable than the actual hunter physically laboring for them for hours every day. and despite all of that she still cared for lottie and felt guilty when their dumb competition also killed her too. she had to watch shauna beat lottie to a bloody pulp after living through all of that with her father. she looked like she wanted most to intervene like she had against her father and the only reason she couldn't was lottie's own choice which the other girls all wanted to honor. and despite thinking it might be better if lottie just died from that beating she agreed to take part in a ritual meant to ensure that anyone other than the already gravely wounded girl, anyone other than the prophet they refused to lose, would be the next to die and be eaten. the only demand she made was for shauna to look her in the eye as she slit her throat, to take responsibility as nat herself would have. if travis, the boy whose life she saved who later transferred his loyalty to the girl who once ordered his death, had not intervened, she would have stayed there and left her fate in shauna's hands for the good of all the friends she'd always tried so hard to feed. she only runs once they all make the active choice to hunt her, to murder her as prey, not as willing sacrifice. even still, when javi falls trying to lead her to safety, she does not hesitate to stay and try to save him. even when the other girls are right behind her and she had to know before misty told her that they'd just kill her after saving javi. she had to know her danger before misty said it yet still all she wanted was a brief reprieve to save this boy who was trying to save her. this boy, whose death she once faked, mostly out of kindness. this same boy who was brother of the one who'd just saved her in the cabin. she only left that cabin after travis intervened and only let go of his brother after misty intervened, both fighting to stop her from self-sacrifice, making her culpable in the death of javi instead. another shared guilt out there on the ice, like at the snackie bbq feast, or inside as they all stood aside to let lottie take her near-fatal beating. always natalie the most reluctant yet the most guilty. self-sacrificing and self-loathing in every timeline. even in shauna's death-dream she looked the most reluctant to eat that dream baby! natalie, natalie, natalie!

[peach-and-bugs]

❤️Natalie Scatorccio SFW Alphabet❤️

❤️Read the NSFW 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: Brief mentions of sex/sexual themes, but nothing in-depth/detailed, mention of drug use/overdose

Word Count: 2,151

A/N: Hello loves! I'm here with the first of Natalies two alphabets, starting with her SFW alphabet! honestly, Nat is a hard one for me to capture because I don't want her to sound like she's a bad partner, but the reality is that she probably wouldn't be a great one. Thats about all I have to say though so as always, feel free to leave questions or comments in my comments or ask box, and happy reading!❤️

Natalie Scatorccio Tag List:

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General Tag List: @summergeezburr

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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Natalie isn’t naturally all that affectionate these days. Well, not exactly at first glance. It’s something that would take her some time to get into. She’d not be one for small talk or offering you surprise gifts. However, her love language is quality time. She’d prefer sitting quietly in the same room as you or having a lowkey night out for dinner rather than anything too extravagant. She’s also a physical touch enjoyer, though she keeps it minimal. She’ll offer small touches now and then, like a trailing of her fingertips over your hip as she moves past you or a soft peck to your scalp when she isn’t thinking about it. 

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Natalie isn’t going to initiate a friendship. She’s more likely to get involved with people out of convenience than anything else. Say you frequent the same bar as her often enough, then maybe a relationship would form from there as you slowly learn new tidbits about one another with each drink.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

She isn’t all that into it, but if you like it she won't argue. She just might not wrap herself around you like you would with her. The farthest she goes is an arm over your shoulders or an arm wound around your back. She’s not very touchy-feely after all, but when she does let herself care for you she’ll become more lenient over time. 

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Oh, hell no. Natalie is not the domestic type, try as she might. She doesn’t like consistency in her life ans she needs things to be different and moving. A sedentary life is out of the question for her, and the worst part of that is it’s not her fault. No matter how hard she could try, a domestic life would eventually bore her. 

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

She’d be very upfront and blunt about it. She’d not into relationships in the first place and never really has been, so while a breakup is going to be awkward and uncomfortable, I don't see her having an issue with the actual act of breaking up. However, if she's in a situation like her and Travis, it’s going to be so rough and might send her spiraling, which is honestly when she fights so hard against making those kinds of bonds.  

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quickly would they want to get married?)

This girl is not committing. Like before, she doesn’t want to make those kinds of strong bonds with people out of fear of ultimately hurting or pushing them away, so marriage is out of the question unless she has a complete 180 that I'm not expecting and seeks out a lot of therapy to get over her trust and commitment issues. 

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Emotionally, she's hard and blunt. She doesn’t sugarcoat anything and tells it how it is. But surprisingly, she does have quite a gentle yet hesitant hand. It’s likely due to what she’s done with those same hands in her past, but it goes to show that she still has a softness within her. She doesn’t want to hurt people. It’s just kind of easy for her. 

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

She aint a hugger. Her hugs are stiff and awkward and there is no way for her to relax. But she’ll endure it if she cares. 

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

If she had it her way, she wouldn’t. But if she does feel so inclined, it'll take a long time. And I mean a long time, mostly because she doesn’t know if she means it. She likely wouldn’t say it till you have more times over, because she needs the assurance that she’s reading the situation correctly. 

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

If she’s attached she gets jealous. She doesn’t like sharing. But if what youve got going on is strictly casual, she couldn’t give a shit. She’s probably doing things with other people too. However, if by some strange majesty she does feel some claim over you oh how the jealousy would burn. She’d become brash and mildly aggressive with whoever thought it was a good idea to come on to you and would pull you away, likely to a corner of some kind to make sure you were both on the same page when it comes to your relationship. 

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

I can only describe her kisses as firm, but let me explain. Natalia has never been the soft type. She takes what she wants and puts her foot down without hesitation, and some of that is reflected in her physicality, one being her kisses. She’s in control and makes sure her partner is aware of that, and what better way to do that than by demeaning her when you kiss her? Her kisses often devolve into gnashing teeth and puffy, red lips.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

She's not as bad as she could be, but she’ll never have any. Poor thing didn’t have anyone to raise her, so there is no way in hell that she feels she’s capable of raising a kid herself. However, that being said, she’s pretty good with kids. Well, older kids to be exact. She has no idea what to do with a baby. But once they’re old enough that she can teach them the reality of the world and how to properly swear she becomes the awesome, fun aunt that takes you out for joyrides and ice cream when mom/dad said not to have sweets before dinner. 

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Natalie doesn’t get up at least till noon and that's on a good day. The only exceptions are for fresh coffee, breakfast, or morning sex. Other than that, she’d stayed splayed out under the covers for as long as she can. This often results in a headache from sleeping too much, but that’s nothing a little advil can't fix after all. It’s nearly impossible to get her up early, and if you do she won't be happy about it, so don't bank on her joining in on brunch plans.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Natalie would stay out all night if she could. She loves the nightlife and all the little things that come with it, like meeting new people once who will become shadows in her mind, the drinking, and the loud music found in clubs. She’d love to take you out, and honestly, it's far more fun going out when she’d got arm candy to strut around and show off

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

She keeps practically everything close to her chest. Learning anything about Natalie is like pulling teeth. She’d remain a complete mystery to you if that was possible. Often a new fact about her is either dropped out of nowhere by her or someone else reveals something which requires a more lengthy and irritated explanation from Natalie herself. You're more likely to learn about her by talking to her friends, and even then its a challenge

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

This woman’s fuse is shorter than a stick of dynamite. She blows up at the smallest inconvenience, and often that gets projected onto those close to her, both physically and emotionally. 

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing or do they forget everything?)

Girlfriend isn’t the best with her memory, however, now and then she surprises you with some tiny tidbit that you likely didn't even mention remembering. That's what she thinks about, the small stuff. 

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

I think a fond memory she’d hold onto is watching you dance. Seeing that pure joy on your face, laughing with a drink in hand as you move with whatever music might be playing. It would be an even fonder memory if you convinced her to dance with you

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

She plays coy like she doesn't care, your actions are your own. But best be ready for if she's ever around when someone treating you in any way she may deem as wrong. She has a very serious justice complex and is not afraid to cut a bitch or throw hands when she needs to. And that is extremely sexy of her if you ask me,

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, and everyday tasks?)

Probably not a lot because she's not really into those kinds of things. She seems like the type to settle into a comfortable routine ans stick to it. If there's a restaurant you both like, that’s where you nearly always go when you feel like having a dinner out. She gets kinda weird about trying new things sometimes, but if you’re gentle enough she’ll do her best. That's where her efforts go in trying to be more flexible for those she cares for. 

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

She cant communicate for shit and she’s notorious for the disappearing act, which is when she doesn't text or call for some time. It could be because she doesn't feel like it, you got into an argument, she's feeling out of it. Anything that could set her off will hinder her ability to communicate how she feels and what she needs, and it's frustrating for her. She doesn't like feeling or needing

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

She’s not vane in any regard. She's stuck with most of her teenage style, which is probably a comfort thing at this point to avoid further change. She's the type to wear the same outfit more than twice in a row and that's valid 

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

I think that depends. Recently (in the last few episodes of season 2) we've seen a shift in her. I think over time there might be a chance of her growing to the point where she’s ok being a little dependent on someone else, but if we’re looking at Natalie at the start of the series id have to say no. at that point, she didn't want to hold on to that kind of relationship or bond with someone else. But now I think there could be a possibility for her. Again that’s after girlfriend has a lot of therapy. 

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

She has chronic nightmares of her partner dying, specifically from overdose even if her partner doesn’t use whatsoever

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like in general or in a partner?)

I think she’d be against someone hellbent on trying to change her. Yes, there is room in her character for growth, but sometimes people look at that room and see it as a challenge. Natalie should be in complete control of her growth and development for betterment. But to do that she needs both hands on the wheel and maybe a partner in the passenger seat reading over the map. Control of her person is a huge thing for her. She can't have someone trying to take that over from her, even if it's with completely positive intentions

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Natalie seems like the type to be very reserved and to herself in her sleep. She doesn’t like touching and will often roll over and face away at night. I also think that she runs hot, so it's common for covers to be thrown off of her at night and I doubt she wears a lot of clothing when she’s going to sleep except for when she comes home after a long night out. We've seen it before, she's willing to sleep in jeans if she’s tired enough