y/n, bursting into the room: babe, give me a woman's name!
nat, confused: uh... samantha?
y/n, furious: who the fuck is samantha? am i not enough? why did you cheat-
nat, shocked: woah there tiktok girl, i don't know who samantha is, even olaf doesn't know-
y/n, tearing up: you have a mistress? you don't love me anymore?
nat, face palming: baby-
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musical theatre challenge: 1/2 sets | natasha, pierre & the great comet of 1812 [in/sp]
I really wanted that moment of stepping inside to be impactful. This feeling of a warm, lush, opulent cocoon-like space was really important to us, and so we have hung onto that every step of the way. That also includes the chandeliers and the light bulbs, which were also a primary ingredient in the original design. The entire lighting design, the entire light plot was just light bulbs and chandeliers. - Mimi Lien, set designer
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18+ content pls dni if you’re a minor !! this is longer than i originally planned it out to be…this was supposed to be small little thoughts but yep have this
(mommy kink (n), puppy/pup (r), use of toys, d/s dynamic, reader is afab, guided masturbation)
natasha being away on a mission telling you to be good and not touch what’s hers until she’s back but day after day the ache gets unbearable and you can’t help but give in a start touching yourself. getting lost in the pleasure you don’t notice natasha coming back home and now her standing in the doorway until she clears her throat. she smirks at the way your face changes so quickly from pleasure to fear and shame of being caught.
before you can even begin to stutter out apologies, she’s already next to you softly stroking your cheek lulling you into a false sense of security that she isn’t mad. next thing you know her fingers are in your mouth pushing them in deeper making you gag around them slightly
‘well puppy, don’t stop just because i’m here, keep going’ smirking, a low chuckle at the hesitation on your face. not knowing whether she was setting you up, knowing you’d already broken her first rule you might as well try to be good and listen to her now. natasha smiles, removing her fingers, watching you start to rub your clit again. listening to your whines and whimpers, her favourite sound.
she would talk you through touching yourself, sitting back watching how her words, mixed praises with hints of degrading, was coaxing you further into sub space. telling you how fast to rub your clit, telling you to slow down once you got close. how many fingers, slowly making you stretch yourself out, keeping you on edge until you managed to get three inside you, ‘be a good pup, make a mess all over yourself for me’ allowing you to cum.
‘good girl, such a shame you can’t follow instructions any other time’ being so deep in your headspace you didn’t register her words properly, thinking the minimal edging was all your punishment consisted of.
until the next time natasha had to leave you by yourself for the day. you didn’t want her to leave and it was the morning so it was easy to get you spread out naked on the bed. grabbing one of her suit belts she swiftly ties your hands together and to the headboard ‘my pretty girl, look at you all spread out for mommy,’ running her hands all over your body, groping your breasts, pulling and rolling your nipples between her fingers, sliding her fingers through your folds dipping the tips or her fingers into you before pulling away completely. grabbing a vibrating wand and tying it to your thigh making sure it’s pressed right against your clit before turning it on, ‘it’s a shame i have to leave such a pretty little thing’
you’d be whining and pleading with her to stay, ‘mommy will be back soon doll, be good for me. maybe my sweet princess will learn to listen after this’ she’d give you a kiss on her forehead, stroking your cheek gently before leaving.
natasha would never be gone for long, and she’d have cameras set up so she could keep an eye on you, making sure you’d be okay. you know she’d have everything voice activated if she was gone so you could still use your safewords and everything would slow down or stop depending on which you used. despite it being a punishment natasha would always remind you to never be afraid to use your safewords always praising when you do.
after coming back home she’d marvel and admire you before making her presence known. always telling you how pretty you look all fucked out for her. her precious girl. mumbling incoherently she’d swiftly turn off and untie the vibrator and your wrists pulling you into her arms holding you close. whispering how good you’d been, all kinds of sweet nothings while you cling right to her.
already having a warm bath already prepared along with your favourite bottle when you’re like this filled with water. gently placing you in the water and climbing in behind you hugging you close knowing you like to be kept close and feel her body against yours. she’d wash your hair and body so gently, massaging your back before drying the two of you off and wrapping you up in your softest pjs and a warm fluffy blanket
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