#nat yellowjackets

[sunny-rants]

[doitsushine92]

the plot of yellowjackets

[denwritesandcries]

Call me Yours – Natalie Scatorccio

Pairing: natalie scatorccio x fem!reader

Summary: You’re in a closet with Natalie Scatorccio. How ironic.

Word count: 2,3k.

Content: NSFW, no crash!AU, cursing, arguing, jealousy, makeout session, thigh riding, slightly toxic behavior?? but it wouldn't be a yellowjacket relationship if it weren't just a little.

A/N: Is it a secret relationship?? Friends with benefits??? I don't know man but they’re horny.

English is not my first language.

You're in a closet with Natalie Scatorccio.

There is a party going on outside, students filling the rooms of Lottie's house with loud generic music playing in the background, but the small room you two were locked in remained silent, too silent.

“See ya’ in 7 minutes, ladies!” Van's mocking voice cuts through the air, but a knife could have done the same; the blonde snorts and you roll your eyes, fixing your gaze somewhere in the darkness so you don't have to face her.

“Ugh, how old does she think we are?” Natalie hisses, you can feel her eyes on your face, even though you can't see much more than the outline of her body at the moment.

You say nothing, arms crossed over your chest and a frown covering your face, Nat tries again:

“I didn’t even want to come to this stupid party.”

“I get it,” you bite, just because you know her well enough to guess that she won’t stop complaining until she gets something out of you, “I get that you don’t want to be here, Natalie.”

She must finally realize how mad you are – mad at her – at the sound of her full name instead of the nickname that always seemed to be on the tip of your tongue, because you swear you can hear her teeth chattering when she shuts her mouth.

With a growl of frustration, you let your head hit the wall with a thud. Great, your night was already being shit, the last thing you needed was to end up playing 7 minutes in heaven with the person who was the cause of your bad mood. Simply amazing.

You see, Natalie had been acting weird for days now, randomly avoiding your company and acting like she didn't know you in the school hallways and being really rude to you during practice. Now, this might even be normal and acceptable behavior from the quiet blonde if you were anyone else, but you weren't. You are her girlfriend.

Are? Were? You don't know for sure anymore given the way she's been acting lately.

Maybe it wouldn't have made you so angry – confused? Yes. Sad? Definitely, but not angry like that – if it weren't for today, for the party.

You had planned to meet Nat at Lottie's party and corner her to finally make her explain what the hell is wrong, dammit, because one afternoon you're smoking with your girlfriend and friends quietly in the basement and the next she's throwing you daggers with her glance every time you open your mouth around her. Anyway, that's what you were going to do, until you found her in the Matthews' giant kitchen leaning against the counter with a cup of beer in her hand and Kevyn Tan practically throwing himself at her, keeping an arm full of spike bracelets wrapped around her shoulders and face with heavy makeup too close to hers to be considered friendly, drooling for Nat like he's always done since you've known about his existence.

Now that really pissed you off.

Who does that sad, emo, pitiful boy think he is to touch your girlfriend like that? And why is she letting him?

You think she could feel you fuming as you stared at them from the door, because the next second she lifted her head and looked at you like a deer caught in the headlights, as if she knew exactly that she was doing something she shouldn't have.

Screw it, you thought, if she'd rather act like you didn't matter anymore, then fine. You won't be standing just watching.

You turned around and only managed to disappear around the house for the next half hour before Taissa appeared with a tired frown and practically dragged you to where the group had gathered with an empty bottle, because Van and Jackie wanted to play something – 'If I'm in this, then you’re too!’ – and well, fuck.

You two have been completely quiet for almost a whole minute and that it's eating you alive; Nat has always handled silence well, you haven't.

Fidgeting with the hem of your own shirt angrily, you huff and give up on the tough act, the blonde straightens up when she hears your footsteps approaching her.

"What is happening?" Your voice comes out in a shamefully desperate tone, “Why are you acting like this with me? What did I do?"

You can see her now, being so close and now used to the dark; her fists are clenched, Natalie keeps her eyes fixed on your figure. For a moment, you think she's going to keep her cold facade and avoid your question with some sarcastic response, she most likely considered it, from the way her mouth opens and closes for a quick moment.

She turns her face to the side, trying to hide, but you can see the difference in tone in the paleness of her skin anyway. Oh, she's embarrassed.

“Nat?”

She mumbles something you don't understand, then your curiosity gives way to the anger and your hands find her face, turning it so Natalie is looking at you.

"What was this?" You ask again, softly this time.

“You called me your girlfriend.” She spits it out fast as if it were just a single sentence, rolling her eyes at your confused face, “You called me your girlfriend to everyone when we were smoking after practice last week.”

Oh, you remember that, when Jackie decided to lecture you all about the smell of smoke that lingered on her clothes after she and Shauna decided to tag along on one of your hangouts with Lottie, Van and Tai, turning up her nose and talking about how you all – and especially Nat – should stop with this habit. ‘Jackie, stop bothering my girlfriend!’, that’s what you said. Is that what made you spend a whole week grounded in the doghouse?

“...And isn’t that what we are?” You try, unsure. This conversation is not taking a very pleasant turn toward a reconciliation.

Nat bites hard her bottom lip, you can see her struggling with the next words:

“It’s just… no one was supposed to know.”

“Oh,” you mutter pathetically, sounding very much like a wounded puppy, “So that’s the problem.”

You're in a closet with Natalie Scatorccio. How ironic.

You can tell she regrets it the moment she says it, grabbing your hands in hers as you pull away.

“No, no, I’m sorry. I– I didn’t mean it like that.”

“How did you meant that then?” Your initial anger and frustration return with a vengeance, you move forward until Nat's back hits a shelf in the small room.

Natalie always does this. Avoid anything that labels your relationship as real; calling your dates ‘hangouts’, not touching you when there are people around, leaving your house before you wake up in the morning, avoiding kisses and caresses that don't initiate anything sexual, calling you ‘friend’ when you can see that the whole team knows this is not all you two are.

Still, – still – she always shows up at your house when she's upset; she doesn't like it when you miss your 'hangouts'; always stays close to you wherever you are together; gets mad when she sees you talking to other girls, even if they are nothing more than classmates; leaves marks all over your body, but doesn't let you do the same, spots and more spots all over your neck that are impossible to cover. People know that you're dating, they just don't know that you're dating Natalie.

And then she gets mad at you for finally putting a name to whatever this is and starts avoiding you completely, even though it's been months since it all started and you've known each other for years.

Nat gasps when your hands find her waist with a firm grip, bringing your lips closer to her ear:

“I’m gonna make you want me to be your girlfriend.”

You swear you feel the shiver that runs through her body. Nat smells like cigarettes and mint gum and it tastes the same when your mouth meets hers.

Her arms are around your neck before she's even processed what's happening, black painted nails playing with the hair on the back of your neck like it's second nature – and it is.

The way Natalie tilts her head to deepen the kiss and bites your lip hard when your hands come up to caress the skin under her shirt says your actions are much appreciated.

The husky, needy moan that escapes your throat when you realize she's braless, palming and massaging her soft skin brings a cocky smile to her face, she sighs, breaking the kiss and letting her head fall back against the shelf in satisfaction.

Nat doesn't moan, not like you do. She seems to want to hold back as much as possible, taking all kinds of reactions from you and your body, but not giving the pleasure of having the same from her. You want to change this.

You let your mouth roam from her strong jaw to her pale neck, leaving wet kisses, bites, and marks. Many marks. You bite the thin skin in different spots, soothing the bite with your tongue, hoping for the spots to form and stay there for days, for everyone to see.

You lazily slide a knee between her legs when you feel Natalie try to turn you around to take control. You usually let her do it, but not today. She squeals in surprise and pleasure, hips instantly grinding against you.

“Nah-ah, Nat,” you cut, bringing a hand down to slow the pace of her hips, “I guess you shouldn’t take anything today, or do you think I forgot about how much you paid attention to that little emo bastard earlier, huh?”

“You hate him that much, huh?” She tries to say in a mockery tone, wanting to turn the tables again, but it sounds pathetic as her voice breaks later in the last words.

“Yes,” you say easily, leaving a lingering kiss on her shoulder, finding her pulse point, “He was touching you. Touching my girlfriend.”

You bite down hard on the skin when Natalie turns her head to grant access and she moans, actually moans, fuck, you did it. A full sound, loud enough to make your pupils dilate until your irises almost disappear. This, this sound, you want to hear this forever.

It's been more than seven minutes, you think, or maybe our discussion was just really quick. You wonder if you would have time to take one of her breasts into your mouth, feeling the way she rolls her eyes and thrusts her hips against your thigh, now free from your hands, when you roll her nipples hard between your fingers.

She sighs as she receives another kiss from you, much softer now, more affectionate, feeling her hand tracing circles on your cheek.

A quick, loud knock on the door startles you both, making Nat jump and bang her head against one of the shelves behind her and knock something over, “Fuck!” She screams and you instinctively reach for her head to check for injuries.

You look at the source of the knock, it's definitely not Van calling, she would have opened the door at once just to laugh at your faces.

“Girls, time is over!” Jackie's voice sings on the other side.

“Ugh,” Natalie grunts, clearly frustrated at being interrupted so abruptly, she takes the opportunity to finally take a look at the closet as you head towards the door, “Is this some kind of pantry?”

“I don’t know,” you shrug, “Rich people have so many random rooms scattered around their houses.”

There are loud whistles and jeers as you leave, half the football team gathered in the busy room and giving you knowing looks, you give Van the finger when she points out the traces of dark lipstick on your mouth.

“Were you guys actually going to fuck in there?” She teases, arching an eyebrow with a smirk.

You open your mouth to retort – probably with something stupid – but Natalie is quicker:

“Fuck off Van, stop bothering my girlfriend.”

Van gives up the provocation, raising her arms in surrender and Nat rolls her eyes as if she hadn't said anything important, but you're absolutely frozen, listening to your heart beating rapidly against your ears.

Natalie looks back when she notices you standing still and snorts in amusement at your reaction, grabbing you by the wrist and pulling you with her.

“C’mon,” she says, “Let’s go, silly, I got something to do–”

“Move!” Jackie interrupts with an anxious tone, pushing you gently by the shoulder and bouncing on her heels, “It’s our turn.”

You catch a glimpse of Shauna standing shyly behind her like a shadow being dragged to the closet and Jeff sitting on the floor with the rest of his classmates with the most confused and defeated expression you've ever seen as Nat hurriedly guides you out.

When you're about to get into her car, Natalie surprises you, grabbing your waist with her cold hands and pressing you against the door, hungry eyes fixed on your form.

“I–” you stutter nervously, “I thought we were going home?”

Natalie nods.

“We are,” she agrees, “I just have to do you first.”

Well, maybe your night won't end as bad as you thought it would.

[sunnysideblogup]

Adult Nat seeing Young Nat on the plane in her dying vision alongside Javi because Young Nat died in the wilderness. She was left behind with all the others who didn’t make it. Adult Nat was always a ghost, drifting through life with no sense of purpose. Wearing the same clothes as Young Nat because she didn’t know how to move on, to keep living. Because the hunter was never supposed to leave the forest.

[feraldogbite]

i think about this at least once a day

[jackieurl]

more yellowjackets textposts bc this is all canon actually and i’m never wrong

[braidlottie]

ribbons and bows.

pairing: dom!lottienat x virgin!sub!afab!reader

summary: a couple days before christmas, your partners let you open one of your presents early. the present was not what you expected.

warnings: smut, nsfw, 18+ (minors dni), dom!lottie, dom!nat, reader is 18+ and a virgin, vibrator, lottie bein sweet and nat bein a tease :3

word count: 658

lottie is the bold and nat is the italic

“keep your eyes closed.” you heard lottie’s voice from across the room. it was nearing christmas, and there were many presents under the tree but your partners wanted to open one early.

“now open.” you opened your eyes to see lottie holding a small, velvet black box in her hand, with a red ribbon around it, tied in a bow. “what is it?” you smiled excitedly, not even ready for what you were about to open.

“go for it,” nat smiles cheekily. “just pull off the ribbon.” you did so, opening the mysterious box to see a black, silicone object with a power button at the bottom. you looked up at your partners very confused, while they smiled at your innocence. “wha-” you cut yourself off.

“it’s a vibrator.” nat sat on the bed next to you. the name clicked, and you looked back at nat with that same little smirk on his face. he always talked about buying you one, and now you couldn’t believe you were holding one in your hand. 

“would you like to try it out, sweetheart? y’know, just to see if you like it?” lottie’s voice was so convincing, and so gentle, it always sucked you into doing whatever she wanted. you looked up with big eyes and nodding, lottie’s smile growing bigger.

“sit back with natty, baby,” lottie took the toy out of your hands, while nat’s were pulling you into his lap. his hand rested right onto the waistband of your underwear, slowly inching closer and closer to your little button.

he already knew you were gonna cum quick from this, and being the sweet boyfriend he is, he wanted to hold you while you have your first orgasm.

“may i take these off, sweetheart?” lottie asked, referring to your underwear. with your nod, she pulled them off, almost like she was in a hurry. you whined when you felt the cold air of the room touch your clit, and snapped your legs shut. nat just hushed you gently, coaxing your legs back open, holding one thigh down while lottie held the other. the taller woman sat on the bed in front of the two of you, tsking at the sight she saw. “aww, poor baby. you didn’t even know how wet you were down here, hmm? i thought i would have to lube you up.” lottie spread your soaked lips apart.

she rubbed the head of the toy against your cunt, collecting all your slick, then turned the vibrator on the lowest speed, just letting you get a feel of it. she put it right against your clit and you let out a deep exhale, the buzzing getting louder once it came in contact with you.

“does that feel nice, angel?” lottie watched you in adoration as you arched your back and tossed your head at the feeling. “lottieee,” you cried, legs shaking from the overwhelming feeling. your stomach feeling so warm and fuzzy, and a burning sensation that grew stronger every second. “i know angel, feels so good, doesn’t it?”

“natty, my stomach,” your chest heaved, and nat grabbed your hand, rubbing his thumb gently over your knuckles. “aww, looks like someone’s about to cum soon, huh lottie?” nat teased, hand sneakily reaching down to spread your lips father apart.

“you can let go, honey. don’t be shy.” lottie coaxed, watching your hand go over your mouth. nat pushed down on your lower stomach, practically forcing you to cum. he chuckled darkly when you let out a groan mixed with a cry, the pressure in your stomach finally releasing, lottie and nat watching in awe when you squirted against the buzzing toy. “such a good baby.” lottie put the vibe down, and you closed your legs, still whining from the sensitivity. “did you like it?”

you nodded hesitantly, a shy little smile curling to the side of your face. looks like the holidays going to be exciting this year.

[aeonsbug]

lottienat in another universe <3

[lovhness]

Some more yellowjackets pieces I did :3 Nats pose on the right is from that Maya winky person on yt

[luwupcia]

some lottienat ghostface duo sketches from Yellowjackets hehe <3

+ Jackie first victim😔

[sunny-rants]

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

[2008hondacivic]

I saw this super specific shirt and uhh. yeah. anyway

[leitnerpiper420]

the way misty is looking at nat in this scene is so reverent. like we know that she was spending time with lottie and being that this was after lottie declared her queen you could assume that she does believe in the power of the wilderness but i truly think she didnt believe in it and instead she is practically worshipping nat because its natalie, not because she's queen

[kevnsart]

[shawsfinalgirl]

black cat gfs <3

[jackieurl]

me: sees anything

me: omg just like in yellowjackets