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writershapeholeonthedoor · 1 year ago
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Mayores
Pairing: Scarlett Johansson x Fem!Reader
Summary: Someone sends you flowers and your girlfriend isn't happy about it.
Disclaimer: English is not my first language. Also, this was requested by one of you. Thank you for the request, anon!
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You spent most of your life being disappointed at all the people you tried to date.
Don't take it the wrong way, but there was always something that displeased you in a way that you couldn’t brush off. Your first girlfriend would do overly romantic gestures that you were fairly sure she was getting ideas from the rom-com she was fascinated with. The relationship didn’t last that long, although she kept the record of the most amount of gifts any girlfriend ever gave you for many years after that. The girl that came after her was the complete opposite, difficult to show any emotions and very closed off. You fell hard, of course, and had your heart broken several times by her. She cheated, she lied, she manipulated, and she wouldn’t even tell you she loved you unless it was when you found out about another one of her affairs. You made yourself go through that hell for nearly three years.
After that, you vowed to give yourself some time to recover, to be alone and think about your own life. You were almost done with college at that point but that didn’t stop you from suddenly becoming the party girl you couldn’t be for the last few years. None of your one-night stands were remarkable enough for you to want a second round with them, even when some would ask and beg for it. It was fun, but you also met every type of girl in your adventures.
When you finally met someone again and tried to start a new relationship, things just didn’t work out. No dramas, it just didn’t. It was nice at first, but the spark was gone so fast that you two became friends very quickly. You were done with college soon after you broke up, so you packed your things and moved to NY.
It's not like you made a conscious decision not to date anyone. You didn’t put any walls around your heart or anything like that. What happened was that no one seemed to be able to catch your attention for more than a few dates. It was like they would bore you somehow, which was insane to think because you were sure they were all great people.
Just not the right ones for you.
So you kept living in NY while going through a small rampage of quick dates. You found a job, you started your career, you got yourself a nice apartment that was way more expensive than you thought it should be, you made some friends, and you lived the freedom of the early twenties.
Until you met her.
Scarlett Johansson popped up in your life out of nowhere, as if she had appeared out of thin air, but she soon proved to be very different from anyone else you knew. You couldn’t pinpoint exactly what made her so different from the rest, but you figured it out after a while. She was older than you, she was already divorced, she had experience. She had experience.
It didn’t take long for you to fall for her, head first and without going back. How could you not? How could you not fall for her when she did things that no one else had ever done for you?
Scarlett would open the doors for you - and it would never fail to make you blush. She would bring you flowers, but not only when she was picking you up for a date - no, she was always pampering you with flowers, sometimes sending you a bouquet even when she was traveling and currently on the other side of the ocean. She would treat you to fancy dinners and expensive wines, and take you to try dishes you never even heard about. She would call you "darling" and kiss your cheek in public, although she wasn’t usually holding your hand - her hand was normally at your lower back, guiding you gently but with no hesitation. Scarlett would give you small gifts all the time too - you picked up on the fact that you would talk about a book you wanted to read one day and said book would be waiting for you in the next one. Scarlett even renounced her side of the bed because that was your favorite.
Overall, Scarlett was a true gentleman.
Except when you were inside the bedroom.
Oh, when you were inside the bedroom things were very different.
She never truly forewent her gentleman persona since she would whisper sweet nothings in your ear while pounding you mercilessly on the bed. Scarlett would pull your hair and kiss your jaw sweetly at the same time. She would ruin you and then go up your body kissing every inch of your skin while also telling you how good you were. She would call you a slut and, after you had the best orgasm in your life, she would prepare you a hot bath where she would rub your feet and tell you how much she loves you.
That’s why you were so damn surprised with the conversation that took place that night.
“Thank you for the flowers,” you said while peeling a potato.
Scarlett was cutting up bacon into cubes beside you, but she hit the knife a bit harder after she heard what you said. “I didn’t send you flowers.”
She looked at you with one quirked eyebrow, clearly asking you for more information, but you were too busy trying to fight back a blush. When you were called in the middle of your workday to go to the reception table to sign off a delivery, you were already halfway expecting it to be flowers. Scarlett didn’t make a habit of sending things to your work - unless you shamefully admitted you skipped a meal and she made a goal of trying to feed you - but you also never received anything unless it wasn’t for something Scarlett sent you.
So, when you got there and saw the bouquet, you immediately assumed it had been from your girlfriend, although you didn’t have time to send her a quick text to thank her because you needed to rush for a meeting and couldn’t take your phone with you. You were busy until closing hours and, since you had plans with Scarlett that night, you didn’t bother texting her, just deciding to thank her in person.
Which was what you were trying to do.
“What do you mean?” You asked with your head tilted to the side.
“I didn’t send you anything,” Scarlett repeated, now putting the knife down to fully look at you. “You received flowers today?”
“Yes,” you still sounded confused when you also stopped peeling the potatoes. “It wasn’t you?”
“No, no it wasn’t.” Her voice was firm now, leaving no room for arguments, and you could see her jaw clenching a bit. “Who sent you flowers?”
“Babe, I thought it was you!” You were fast to try to explain, even though you weren’t exactly sure how you could explain something like that. “I don’t know who - Oh.”
Oh, indeed.
The thought crossed your mind while you were talking, but that was the only thing that could make sense. If Scarlett hadn’t been the one to send you the flowers, there was only one other option for who did it. And it was bad because, sure, you didn’t want to receive flowers from anyone but your girlfriend, but the fact that it was that particular person who did it made it a thousand times worse.
Scarlett must have picked on your reaction because she raised one eyebrow at you, clearly not amused at all. “What does ‘oh’ mean?” You didn’t reply since you weren’t sure if it was a good idea to do so, although it only resulted in Scarlett crossing her arms while she glared at you. “Y/N.”
It was a warning, you knew that much. It usually happened when you were making too much noise when she was fucking you somewhere you might get caught or when you tried to distract her from her work by walking around naked around the house. It always came to you to decide if you would take the risk to keep pushing your limits or if you would back down - and, of course, sometimes you just kept pushing just to see what she would do to you.
That wasn��t the time for that, though.
The mood wasn’t set for sexy times. Scarlett seemed mad and impatient.
“Uh, I might know who sent them,” you admitted and watched as her eyes narrowed. “Are you sure it wasn’t you, though? Maybe you forgot about it.”
“Forgot?” Scarlett repeated the word with a scoff. “I would’ve done it in my sleep for me not to be able to remember if I sent my girlfriend flowers or not.”
Well, fine, so there was no hope for you. “Okay.” You bit your bottom lip and looked down at your feet. “Don’t be mad,” you plead in a whisper.
You were still looking down, but you heard Scarlett sighing before you felt her soft hands touching your face. She prompted you to raise your head, which you did, and you saw she was making an effort to wash the anger from her features. “I’m not mad,” Scarlett said and, despite it all, she sounded honest. Her thumbs were making soothing circles on your cheeks and you felt yourself relaxing when she smiled at you. “I’m sorry if it looked like I was. I was just caught off guard, that’s all.”
You nodded to let her know it was okay, but you still whimpered a bit. “It’s not really my fault.”
“I know it’s not.” Scarlett pulled you for a hug, making you rest your head on her shoulder as she kissed your forehead. “I’m sorry, princess. I didn’t mean to make you feel like I was mad at you.”
You knew she wouldn’t actually be mad with you about it. Scarlett was way more laid back about it than you, for sure, so you weren’t honestly worried about it even for a second. If things happened the other way around - if Scarlett had been the one receiving flowers from someone who was trying to hit on her - you would be livid too. Not at her - the same way her anger wasn’t directed at you - but you also would’ve been in a much worse mood.
No one could blame you for pushing things a little bit, though. Not really. Because you knew Scarlett would comfort you and that she would jump in to make you feel safe in her arms, loved and cared for - and maybe that’s the exact reason you always pushed your limits around her.
“I, uh, I might know who sent them,” you declared once you pulled away a bit shyly. Scarlett nodded in encouragement for you to keep talking, so you did. “I had a meeting yesterday with someone from another company. It was just business, really, but I noticed that this guy wouldn’t stop looking at me and, when the meeting was over, he walked towards me to ask for my number so we could ‘discuss more personal matters’.” You made the quotation marks with your fingers while you rolled your eyes at the memory. It had pissed you off the day before and it was pissing you off again now that you were remembering it. “I told him I wasn’t interested and he walked away. I thought he got the message.” The last part was said with a groan as you pinched the bridge of your nose.
That made Scarlett’s expression shift to something assembling worry and concern. “Has he made you uncomfortable?”
“Just annoyed,” you sighed and shrugged. “He didn’t insist. But he apparently sent me flowers today, so I don’t know how I feel about that.” The conversation with the man had been strictly professional and you couldn’t imagine what happened to make him think he could send you flowers like that. You did care that he hadn’t taken the hint and was insisting, but, at the same time, you couldn’t care less if he suddenly had a crush on you. You had the most perfect woman beside you, you didn’t need or want anyone else.
Scarlett nodded and leaned to kiss your forehead again, more firmly now to offer you some comfort, before she offered you a grin. “Well, if he tries something like that again, you let me know,” she asked before her grin became a bit devious. “I could ask Hemsworth to give him a piece of mind.”
You laughed as you pictured the scene. A man like Hemsworth - a muscle mountain - walking inside someone’s office to defend your honor on Scarlett’s behalf. “I think he would shit his pants if he ever saw Hemsworth in front of him.”
“That would work perfectly for me.” Scarlett shrugged, now sounding amused about the whole thing.
You chuckled happily and gave your girlfriend a quick peck. “Thank you. There’s no need to call in anyone in this situation. Yet,” you added as a later thought, noticing how Scarlett got serious again. “I promise I will tell you it keeps happening. If he sends me something else, I will go to my boss about it as well. He might do something about it.” The man worked for a company that your boss was thinking about making some transactions, so that could actually work in your favor if he decides to give the dude a little scare. Your boss was an older man with four daughters and seven granddaughters. You were sure he would be even angrier than Scarlett if he ever heard about that story.
“Okay,” your girlfriend conceded. “I will let you handle that for now, but you come to me if you need any help. Deal?”
“Deal,” you agreed quickly with a little smile, happy to be given that trust to handle things for yourself first.
You loved it when Scarlett took over to solve your problems because you trusted her blindly to always make the best decisions and to get things done. Sometimes you got too overwhelmed by everything and it was nice to rely on someone else. This time, however, you were sure you could deal with things alone. You would get to your office the next day and send the guy a very straightforward email to let him know he shouldn’t be sending you any more gifts and that your conversations would remain only work related, and see how things go after that.
The best part of having someone like Scarlett was that you knew that, if things didn’t work out how you wanted them to, you could come to her at any time and she would jump right in to help you. You knew that she wouldn’t actually call her castmate to help scare some grow-up man - logistically, it would be hard to do it since Hemsworth was currently in his home back in Australia - but Scarlett was a very skilled woman herself. She would know no boundaries to protect you.
With that in mind, you placed your arms around her shoulders, letting your wrists meet behind her neck, and took a step forward to get closer to her. “My knight in shining armor,” you sang provocatively before giving her a kiss.
“Hm,” Scarlett moaned against your mouth, causing a content sigh to escape your lips and you both pulled away a few inches. “Maybe he needs to know that you’re taken,” she suggested.
“Oh, I am?” You tried to sound as innocent as possible, though you knew it just sounded like you were teasing her. You didn’t care. The mood had shifted and you now wanted to push your limits again.
“Yes.’ Scarlett’s voice was firm, but it was the way that her hands gripped your hips to pull you against her that made you gasp. “Haven’t you noticed it yet? That you’re mine.” She was smiling now, her green eyes going darker by the second, and you suddenly felt like you were a few seconds away from dying right then and there. “All mine,” Scarlett whispered with a hoarse tone and your knees lost some of their strength.
“I know.” You eagerly nodded because, yes, you knew that. You made yourself hers.
Scarlett smiled even brighter and she leaned over to hide her face in the crook of your neck. You felt her lips brushing against your skin, although she didn’t touch you. “Do you really? Maybe a reminder would do some good.” Finally, an open-mouthed kiss was pressed against your pulse point and you felt goosebumps going up and down your spine. “Maybe a little mark so everyone knows you belong to someone else.”
“Scarlett,” you moaned both at her words and the sensation of her tongue darting out to lick a path on your skin.
“Yes, darling?” Scarlett sounded amused, which almost made you roll your eyes at her.
“If you don’t take me to your room right now to keep up your word, I will be sending your flowers back from now on,” you threatened and, even if you both knew it was a blatant lie, it did the trick.
“Hm, we can’t let that happen,” Scarlett joked before she pulled away to look at you again.
The next day, you came back from a meeting and saw a life-sized bouquet on top of your desk with a small card written in Scarlett’s beautiful cursive letter.
“To my beautiful girlfriend,
You own my love
and I promise to protect your heart.
SJ”
You decided to forego the email idea. No, you would do something even better. You would call the stupid man to your office so he could see for himself that he was nothing compared to your girlfriend.
And, if you had three new hickeys in your neck that he might see, well, that was just a consequence.
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d0ttt · 24 days ago
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Topher x Scarlett? Idk. I liked their interactions in episode 8.
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Kinda screenshot redraw. I liked their interactions too! They were funny XD
-DOT
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creativedifferencespodcast · 3 months ago
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“I hate the way that you walk, the way that you talk, I hate the way that you dress!”
-Megatron
Imagine hating someone for 3 BILLION years. Insane! Check out our newest episode to hear us talk about how Megatron is the biggest hater!
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nerdby · 6 months ago
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ChatGPT creators have been called out by Scarlett Johansson after creating a voice over eerily similar to her own without her permission after she refused to do the voice over herself. Which is absolutely not surprising in the slightest seeing as people who use AI have absolutely no respect for personal boundaries or for creatives of any sort. So why would ScarJo get special treatment?
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ooooo yall wanna watch chris grace : as scarlett johansson sooooooo bad
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fallenangelontheceiling · 1 year ago
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What kind of music do you think Roy and Jamie like?
The moment Roy said The Stranger by Billy Joel is a perfect album I literally kicked my feet up like a gleeful school girl. That clicked so well for me. Of course, he listens to Dad music! You know he's upset when he comes home and "Innocent Man" is blasting from the car windows. He has like 2-3 artists he likes (lbr 3 is pushing it) and has been listening to on loop for 15 years. I don't know who the other 3 musicians are but I suspect Springsteen (too American?) and Coldplay, even though they're kinda a joke in the UK now. Also Sade. Remember 80% of his playlist for Keeley was Sade songs. Most of his music is mellow. He enjoys a good showtune and Disney song, even in the trenches of toxic masculinity he would tacitly admit to this. (I suspect this was some off-screen, reluctant bonding with Ted).
Jamie obviously has a wider taste in music, shaped in part by Georgie ("Stevie Nicks? Tina Turner?" But also, like, the Spice Girls. Georgie was definitely Ginger Spice for Halloween once. And that was not the first time he'd done the N'sync Bye, Bye dance). He'll definitely listen to a little bit of everything, but gravitates towards strong pop vocalists. Dunster's playlist for him is what I suspect he'd listen to, love the Drake and Aitch, but with some old school standards sprinkled in - Queen, Tina Turner, Rolling Stones.
I never thought of Jamie being that drawn to music before this ask, outside of being a good dancer. I assumed fandom just put that on him because Dunster himself is a singer. But there are actually sooo many canon instances of him mentioning music, and he used to wear those big, quality headphones a lot in S1 that made him look like a teen tuning Ted out, he considers himself a bit of an entertainer, he's definitely a sensory type... Interesting. I underestimated that part of him.
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Present. Chapter 4 - Mid June 2021
“If I have to stop, you have to tell me now. Because if you let me continue this, Winged Victory, not even your Kamui could hold me back until I triumphed with you”
(TW: NSFW, smut, OC, CamusxOC, reference to MiloxCamus, HET couple, reference to HOMO couple, D/s, Dom!Camus, Diamond Dust with creative uses)
Nike’s surprise was even bigger when, a few days later, instead of Milo, she found herself in bed with Camus.
He went to pay her a visit, a habit he got after coming back to life, after finishing a new philosophy book. His mother, a professor at Sorbonne, would always recommend him the best ones, and he would always find them in Dégel’s library. Among the Gold Knights, he was by far the most intellectual one, in the western meaning of the term.
Nike, together with Saori, was the only inhabitant of the Sanctuary who had a normal life and education before her Cosmo awakening. She really enjoyed those conversations.
“Can I come in?” he asked on the side door. He always used that entrance when he came to visit her, to avoid having to go through the main Temple. Theoretically, to enter the thirteenth house, all the knights were obliged to wear their armor, in case Athena crossed their path. But Nike had removed that rule when people came to visit her informally. Especially considering Saori was rarely even there.
“Otherwise I would need to keep my Kamui on all the time” was her official justification.
“Hey Cam! Sure, come in! Are you hungry?”
“Comme toujours!” he exclaimed going in and sitting down at his usual place at her table.
“DeathMask just came back from his town in the middle of nowhere Sicily and brought back a ton of amazing things. You choose: sfincione or arancini?”
“Why do you say or?”
They both laughed out loud. One of the few perks of being Knights was that their Cosmo, together with the massive training they underwent for years, would burn everything.
“So what’s new this time? What did you just finish reading?” she asked while they were eating.
“I finally made it to the end of the Symposium”
“Ah yes I remember that. My philosophy teacher had me read it in grade eleven” she exclaimed, immediately regretting her words. Camus and the others had been stolen from their family when they were children to be trained. He couldn’t finish elementary school. Let alone high school.
“I’m sorry...”
“No worries. Anyways, I found it quite interesting when they said straight love can never be pure, because biology always takes over”
“Yeah I remember that part too. It's quite ironic if we think those words were written not far from where we are now, the only place on Earth where even straight love is purpose to itself” she added with a melancholic smile, referring to Athena’s law. More like a curse, really. They served the Goddess, and therefore her highest rank knights, presents included, where physically prevented from having children. Physically prevented from having someone in their life important enough to second guess their loyalty and their obedience. To orders, to tasks, or to wars. Traditionally they were also prevented from falling in love, but that rule was so stupid and inapplicable it had already been removed since Shion’s time. Nike had simply extended it to relationships among the knights.
“Come on, let’s move to the couch”
“But... we’ve always talked at the table” he replied taken by surprise. The couch? Like face to face less than a meter apart? Was he even allowed to be that close to her within those walls? With the risk of touching her by mistake?
“I know” she said sitting down.
“But I really don’t know why. Considering how much Saga must have paid for it, we might as well use it. It's way more comfortable”
Camus made a quick estimate in his mind and decided that deliberately refusing a direct invitation from a goddess would be way less respectful than accidentally touching her.
‘The circumstances have changes, but I've already had the occasion to touched her. Can't be that bad’ and he sat.
What he had not accounted for in his estimate was that in that moment, for the first time, maybe because he was so close to her, Nike’s beauty hit him all at once. Since coming back to Milo he hadn’t had women, but that didn’t mean he was insensitive to the beauty of a female body. And Nike’s, now that he finally was paying that much attention, could not be described with words. She was simply perfect.
‘Idiot, what are you, a teenager? Don't get ideas. You just came back to life, wanna get yourself killed again?’
“You and Milo” she began
“You are the perfect example of what the symposium is talking about”
“You are right, we are quite lucky”
“You had your share of pain and suffering”
“Me not as much. After all, all I did was dying. He's the one who had to live with my memory. Oh and speaking of which, thank you”
“For what?”
“For helping him during those though times”
“He told you?” she asked half panicked, half relieved at the idea of not having to keep the secret with him any longer.
‘That big Greek mouth, what did he spill? If he went around spilling I like to be needled during sex I'm gonna end him’
“Not in detail. He’s proud, and you know it. But he told me after Athena refused to let him go, without you he would have died of despair”
“We both needed it, you know? I missed you a ton too. I missed all of you” Nike said, gently resting her hand on his knee.
Camus realized that very moment it was the first time of his new life he touched her outside of training or some sort of special occasion. And the effect was undeniable. He wasn’t the Ice King he thought he was, considering he was seriously running the risk to lose control for a hand on a knee. But then again, considering who the hand belonged to... he turned around to look at her in the eye. He realized it was another first. Her face could have been sculpted by the gods themselves an any human would have done anything for it. It was the earthly manifestation of Victory itself. He wondered if Helen, the face that launched a thousand ships, could have been a previous incarnation.
‘If she decides to read my Cosmo I’m done. But she’s the one touching me. Can’t be that bad, can it? But my other ideas… better to nip them in the bud. Right?”
With no idea whatsoever of the consequences, Camus followed his impulse, something he had done only a handful of times before, for the very first time in his new life. He decided to cover Nike’s hand still on his knee with his own.
‘She didn’t recoil. And she’s still looking at me. What if, by chance, the feeling was mutual? This new life is a gift. We made a promise with Milo to sink out teeth in it as much as we can and live every minute to the fullest’
“Your skin is so hot” he said, finally breaking that deafening silence.
“It’s the Kamui. My Cosmo has been burning like a furnace since the minute I wore it. You should see me in battle”
“I did see you”
“I meant the other kind of battle, the kind you fight in bed”
“Then show me” he replied, using that very moment to steal a kiss.
She was not expecting it, but she had somehow always dreamt about it. As soon as she realized their lips were touching she let herself go to the moment, wrapped her arms around his neck and opened her mouth. He hugged her waist in return, and made that kiss as French as it could be.
It was so intense and deep it made her want to go further, significantly further. But something held her back. He was the first one to speak when he realized.
“My lady” he apologized leaving the couch to kneel down before her, just like he had done thousands of other times.
“Forgive my forwardness. Since I died, every moment of this new life is a precious gift and I followed my instinct and desire, with the impression you wanted me to. I can’t begin to imagine a suitable punishment”
“Come on get up and look at me. You know I hate this formality. That’s not why I hesitated. It’s Milo”
“Milo and I aren’t monogamous. Like I said, I don’t want to waste any second of this new miracle life” he added.
“And I want no regrets”
“What is it that you don’t wish to regret, beside kissing me?”
‘I’m already on my knees… and already in trouble… might as well’ he thought.
Slowly, without a word, he opened her legs and started kissing the inside of her knees. She didn’t reject him, quite the opposite, judging how she sighed at his touch. So he started slowly heading further up. It was quite evident Nike was wearing nothing under her slip. The access was extremely easy. Slow touches first, and growing intensity. Camus lost himself in a sensual French kiss with her pearl. She stabbed the couch fabric with her nails, overwhelmed by her senses. Gods, how good was he?
“Cam… Camus… if you keep going… you are gonna make me come”
Making the goddess of victory come. Quite the item the check off the list.
‘If touching her is forbidden, giving her a small death is my one way ticket to the big one. My third. But when am I ever gonna get another chance at this?’
He kept going. With the expected outcome.
He lifted his gaze towards Nike. She was staring at him with that expression he knew well in the women he had had.
But it was so not enough. She wanted more.
“Aquarius, take me to bed” she finally ordered.
“I’m at your orders”
They both got up and headed to the bedroom kissing, grabbing, holding, and losing all inhibitions and his shirt, a crazy old PSG jersey.
The back of her knees was already pressed against the bed when she hesitated again. He immediately let go of her body, despite how much he wanted her, and broke the kiss.
“If I have to stop, you have to tell me now. Because if you let me continue this, Winged Victory, not even your Kamui could hold me back until I triumphed with you”
“I have to be sure you want this as much as I do. Despite Milo”
“We have already talked about Milo. We have an agreement. Besides, it would be so different with you”
‘I know about your agreement with Milo even better than you. But…’
“I need to know you really want this”
He grabbed her right hand and put it on his heart. It was pounding out of his chest. He used his other hand to lift her chin to look into her eyes.
“Regarde-moi ! Selon toi ?”
There was no doubt.
“Et tu ? Qu’est-ce que tu veux ?”
She needed to hear nothing more. She finally surrendered, picking up the kiss where it had stopped and sinking her fingers in his blood red hair. He lost the few inhibitions he still was holding on to, mostly due to her rank and her status. He grabbed her ass, lifted her up and dropped her on the bed, finally losing his pants before joining her.
Nike hadn’t lied. The excitation that was leading them to sex had warmed her already boiling skin even further. Camus’s Cosmo was also on high, except his was cold. Very cold. Almost without thinking, he started emanating ice from his hands while he was using them to take off her slip. She shivered and moaned in pleasure.
“You like my ice?” he asked while kissing her neck.
“Seems like…”she replied practically breathless. It was quite the revelation for Camus. The fantasy he didn’t know he had started forming in his mind. He was cryokinetic, he could make ice out of nowhere. And she was so scorchingly, superhumanly hot. She was going to get some of his ice.  His lips and his breath turned as cold as the winds of Siberia where he had trained for so many years while he picked up kissing her neck and lips. Then he moved south to her breasts, adding his hands to the party. Every freezing touch of his was welcomed by a moan of pleasure and relief from the fire that burned her from within. It was like playing with ice cubes on her skin, except he was the ice. And he was never going to melt.
The excitation of that game was going to his head, and Camus decided it was time to move past foreplay. It was time to get real. He grabbed her hands and yanked them over her head.
“Your Cosmo alone won’t be enough to melt my ice. If you want to break free you’ll have to summon the armbands of your Kamui.”
“Break free from what?” she barely asked before he froze her wrist solid to the headboard. Camus paused for a moment to verify he wasn’t going to far, but Nike didn’t protest. Quite the opposite, she was beguilingly smiling. He needed less. He climbed on top of her as hard as he could be and victory was finally his.
He hadn’t had sex with a woman since coming back to life in Asgard. He couldn’t deny he had missed a lot of things. The softness of her skin, her sensual curves, her generous breasts. But truly what he had missed the most was being in full control of what was happening during that moment. He could choose how to move, the rhythm to keep, the intensity of his thrusts, what to touch and what not. Every single moment he could decide whether to make her come or wait.
She liked this torture, this full surrender as much as he did. Camus thought the body of this woman, this goddess, would be any man’s dream. It was not just simply perfect under any point of view, made to be looked at, made to be touched. It was above all made to be fucked. As much as he already knew he was good at the job – he was French after all – he had never seen a woman respond with such intensity. He could see it from her face, her moans, her kisses. But mostly he could feel it from her Cosmo.
When he was finally satiated he decided to gift her the orgasm she was so close to. While climaxing yet again, Nike wrapped her legs around his waist so tight she left bruises on his skin. He was so constrained and she was so unbelievable. He could nothing but let himself go a few moments after, exploding in her like an Aurora Execution.
He freed her from his ice while still inside her, kissed her, and then dropped on his back beside her, exhausted yet ecstatic.
Then he realized.
“My third life is over isn’t it?”
“What? Why?”
“According to official protocol, I’m not even supposed to touch you. And I literally just came inside of you. After basically raping you and tying you to the bed. Not to mention earlier on the couch” he said mostly to himself, staring at the ceiling with empty eyes.
“I never gave a fuck about that stupid official rule. I can’t change it because Saori wants it enforced on herself. To keep Seiya at bay, I think. Besides, raped? You kidding? I consented more than once. And you gave me two mind-blowing orgasms. I didn’t want anything bad to happen to you before, let alone now”
She hugged him and pecked his lips, reassuring him but also hitting the bruises she had left on his sides. He made a face.
“Nike I get it you are a platinum knight, but keep your strength under control”
“What do you mean?” she asked massaging her wrists to restart the blood flow. Camus pointed at his side.
“How the fuck am I supposed to explain these?”
She started genuinely laughing.
“Tell the truth. Say that it was me in training. Just don’t specify what type of training”
She extended her hand healing him instantly.
“I swear, next time I’m freezing your ankles too”
“Next time?”
“Humm… yeah I mean if you want it there to be a next time”
She lied on her side to admire him extending a hand on his sixpack.
“Camus, di you take a look at yourself? Of course I want to. But you put the bar quite high for yourself. From now on, you’ll always have to make me come as hard as you just did”
“Haha. I’ll do my best, I promise. And don’t you worry, we don’t have to use the ice at all in the future”
She gave him one of her resting bitch face stares.
“Cam, in your opinion, do I look like I have trouble getting laid?”
His only reply was checking her out head to toes and back, lingering on her perfect ass and boobs, and finishing back to her eyes. The emerald green was so intense to seem fake. Then he lifted and eyebrow.
“My point exactly. If I’m fucking you I’m expecting, no I’m demanding at least some ice” she said kissing him for the last time of the night.
While heading back to the eleventh house, Camus thought back to what had just happened at the thirteenth. He would have never ever imagined having sex with Nike in his life. Partly for her rank, but mostly because he could never hope for her to look at him that way. But he was even more surprised of that fantasy he had just turned into reality with her. Something he would have given anything he had and done everything he could to repeat over and over again. Playing with his ice, using it to restrain her movements, just the thought of it made him want to turn around for seconds. Why had he never thought of it before, with Milo for example? But no, that was never going to work. It was so different with Milo. Theirs was pure love, it was almost sacred what the had. Vanilla was already too much, especially after losing each other for that long. He would have never even imagined to use his ice on him. This is what their agreement was for. We fuck whomever we want and between us it’s pure love.
He fell asleep wondering if Milo had taken advantage of their agreement just yet. And with whom. Did he go past vanilla? And if yes, how? Actually, he’d rather not know.
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redheadarcher · 1 year ago
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realjem-art · 1 month ago
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Just a little something to doodle, but it certainly got me thinking a lot about the past few years
Old art and a huge ramble under the cut:
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This is the first digital drawing I ever made of them, allllll the way back in ~Feb of 2021 (iirc).
It's fun and strange going back and looking at this after all these years, due to many, many factors. Obvious one is that my artsyle has evolved so much in these past 4ish years, it's almost insane to think about! The way the original hair sits, the head that was made via circle tool, the blank eyes, the nonexistent noses, the fact that the're simply just floating heads- I could go on. I also used my finger since this was before I got a pen for my tablet.
Of course, their designs have definitely changed, and most likely will continue to change in small ways over the next lifetime. Hairstyles are the easiest to point out, considering they're only floating heads here, but even those tell a lot from a little.
ALSO THE FACT THAT LUMIE ISNT EVEN THERREEEE!!!! Her original design idea (back when she was just a concept of a character I'd like to make, and nothing more) was just. this (below)
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^ She was pale, thin, tall, with straight black and white hair and fancy clothing. Really, the only things that stayed with her design afterwards were the white lips and bangs covering where her eyes would be (as this design was still from the same inspiration.)
The original ones were also based so much more heavily on their inspiration(s), and it's been nice to have them at a point where they (and most of my other oldest characters) are so much more than that now.
I don't know man, I just think it's nice to be able to be here, years later, looking back at how far I've come. The sudden artstyle improvements, the experimentation, all the highs and lows, I just can't wait to keep going and see where this all goes! It's been a hell of a blast so far, I can tell you that much :]
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miaqc1 · 5 months ago
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Julie + Scarlett = Juliette (224 words) by MiaQc Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Original Work Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Original Female Character(s)/Original Male Character(s), Original Female Character(s) & Original Female Character(s) Characters: Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), Emil (OC), Julie (OC), Scarlett (OC), Juliette (OC) Additional Tags: Early Work, Juvenilia, Wordcount: 100-500, Short, Past Rape/Non-con, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-Con, Multiple Personalities, Merging, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Murder, Good and Evil, Puns & Word Play, Knives, No Romance, Merge, Not Beta Read, author is autistic, POV Third Person Limited, Cross-Posted from AO3, Name Changes, One Shot Summary: A rewrite of a short story I wrote around the year 2000. Emil discovers that his girlfriend Julie has an evil personality. There are no rape scenes in this story, only mentions.
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gorochuva · 13 days ago
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Oh, I know who this is about~
Another Dialogue Prompt for a Creation and their Creator
"Nobody... really liked me, did they?"
"Of course people liked you. Some loved you, even."
"How? How could anyone could have loved me? Not even my parents loved me... Hell, not even you, who made me, loved me."
"..."
"If you had loved me, I'd still be alive. But I'm not."
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writershapeholeonthedoor · 1 year ago
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Mrs Hollywood
Pairing: Scarlett Johansson x Fem!Reader
Summary: It's not always easy to date a Hollywood star
Disclaimer: English is not my first language. Also, this is a fluff little thing, enjoy
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“Babe,” you whined as your girlfriend pulled away from the hug you had locked her in.
“I know, I know,” she soothed you with her gentle tone and a sweet smile as you finally mastered the courage to look at her. Scarlett had that look on her face - the one that meant she was just as unhappy as you were but she would put on a strong façade - and it made you sigh loudly. “I will be back in a month,” Scarlett reminded you.
“And then you will be home for a week and you will be gone again,” you complained although you knew you had no right to.
You kind of signed up for that when you started dating one of the best Hollywood actresses. Scarlett had a crazy agenda and you knew that from the start. When you two first started dating you would do FaceTime together while having a meal at different parts of the planet, but you made it work. She was in town every time she could catch a break from filming or doing her press tours, and she had offered to fly you to meet her more than once. It worked - very well, if the fact that you just celebrated your two years anniversary just a few weeks prior.
Now, however, you couldn’t help but miss her like crazy. She spent three months in Europe shooting her new Marvel movie, now she would be gone for another month to work on something else, and then she would have to travel again to attend premiers, awards and interviews all around the globe. You didn’t blame her for that, obviously, because her job was one of the things that she loved the most in the world, though you knew you had the right to whine about it every once in a while.
Like right now, when she was saying goodbye to you at the house you shared - when she was around - before taking a plane to whatever her next destination was.
“I promise I will make it up to you,” Scarlett whispered as her lips brushed against her cheek.
“Fine,” you sighed. “You better.”
“I promise,” Scarlett repeated, this time holding your hands between her palms and bringing you down for a kiss. “I love you, okay?”
“Not as much as I love you, Mrs Hollywood,” you joked, earning an eye roll from her which made you chuckle softly.
[...]
“You’re late,” you declared once you noticed your girlfriend walking toward you with large steps.
Scarlett's cheeks were a bit red and she was out of breath, which made you believe she had rushed there to meet you at the steps of the restaurant. “I know!” She said and stopped right in front of you, letting go of her dress, that she had been holding, and raising her hand to run through her hair to smooth it down. “There was no parking spot nearby, my driver had to park two blocks away,” she explained. “And my flight got delayed.”
Even if you were a bit annoyed, you still knew it wasn’t her fault that the flight was late. Could she have come back before to avoid all of this or told you she couldn’t have joined you? Yes. But Scarlett was there, she was making an effort, and you had missed her deeply, so she wasn’t going to let that get in the way. You sighed and pulled her in for a hug and a gentle peck on her lips so her lipstick wouldn’t smudge all around, then you held her hands to stop her from fussing about her clothes again.
“I’m glad you’re here,” you said with an earnest smile. “I missed you.”
All tension seemed to escape her body - her shoulders dropped, her hands stopped moving so much - and Scarlett nodded slowly. “I missed you too, my love. I hope I’m not that late.”
“Well, just an hour and a half,” you teased her as you both moved to the restaurant door. “I was kind of tired of waiting for you outside, so I sat down with my friends and I already ate. Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize,” Scarlett dismissed your words quickly.
You both walked inside the restaurant and she started doing an amazing job of ignoring all the looks that people threw at her. It wasn’t too crowded, the restaurant was small and not at all as fancy as she was used to, and people didn’t seem to be ashamed of ogling at her as she had just grown another head. Even if it did bother you that people would act as if having Scarlett Johansson inside a restaurant was insane, Scarlett was a pro at just keep walking and pretend nothing was going on around her.
“You didn’t have to go outside to wait for me,” she kept talking, letting you lead her to a table in the back where your old friends from college were sitting.
Those dinners with your friends were a common occurrence and you would all bring your partners since everyone got along great, but Scarlett couldn’t usually be a part of it. She was so glad that she could make it this time, though, even if she was late for it. “Of course I had to,” you argued, throwing a smile over your shoulder at her. “I missed you and I didn’t want to wait another minute to see you again.”
Scarlett smiled and tugged at your hand gently to make you stop walking. You did just that and got pulled against her body, instantly closing your eyes when you felt her hand cupping your cheek to pull in for a kiss. That kiss alone was enough to make you forget about the fifteen minutes you spent standing outside waiting for her after receiving a text saying she was on the way. Honestly, there were very little things that a kiss from Scarlett couldn’t make you forget.
“Come on, Mrs Hollywood,” you said once you pulled away, smiling gladly at her. “Stop making people wait for you.”
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“Excuse me, are you Scarlett Johansson?”
And, just like that, you knew you had lost your girlfriend. As soon as someone recognized her, it was over. You two were standing in line at a coffee shop waiting to place your order after having a walk around the park, but now your girlfriend was surrounded by people trying to snap a picture with her or trying to get her to sign something for them. Scarlett, as usual, wasn’t rude and made sure to talk with everyone, although you knew she wasn’t that comfortable taking pictures and talking to people when she was wearing sweatpants and when she was all sweaty and tired.
Her fans tended to ignore you, which was fine by you. Every once in a while, a parent that had no idea why their kids were freaking out over her would step to the side and chat with you, but you were usually left alone to figure out what to do until your girlfriend was able to untangle herself from the circle that would certainly form around her. That day, though, you had nothing else to do but keep walking down the line while scrolling down your phone. You answered some texts, looked over social media to make sure no one had announced to the world where Scarlett was - since it could be very unsafe - , and ordered both of your coffees and some donuts to go. You had talked about sitting at a table inside to enjoy breakfast, but you knew it wouldn’t happen now.
Once the nice girl behind the counter gave you the order, you turned around to see if your girlfriend was already freed. There were still a couple of fans around her and she was chatting with a little girl that seemed to be telling her that she dressed up as Black Widow for Halloween. You knew it would take a few more minutes for her to talk with everyone, so you leaned against the concrete column at the corner and kept looking at your phone to make sure everything was fine.
You must have gotten distracted because you only noticed that Scarlett was done when she touched your arm to get your attention. Your eyes snapped at her, quickly noticing the sad and apologetic smile on her lips. “Sorry about that.”
“Don’t mention it,” you said with a smile of your own, pocketing your phone and moving to take her hand into yours so you could start walking home. “I’m starting to get used to it.”
“Really?” Scarlett asked and you were happy to see that her smile became lighter.
“Yeah. Maybe I was the right choice to date Mrs Hollywood,” you joked and chuckled when she rolled her eyes at you. You leaned in to peck her cheek, feeling your heart twice its size inside your chest when she placed a hand just above your breast.
“I have to agree with that,” she said. “I think I got the best girlfriend from the batch.”
“Yes, they don’t make more like me. I was the last one.”
“I’m lucky to have found you before anyone else, then,” Scarlett affirmed and, this time, there was a little blush in your cheeks. She laughed when she noticed it and started to walk a bit faster down the street. “Come on, before our coffee goes cold.”
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“What’s this?” You asked when you felt soft hands coming from behind you to close your eyes. You stopped typing since you couldn’t see anymore, but didn’t push your chair back since you knew your girlfriend was standing behind it.
“I have a surprise for you,” Scarlett explained, sending a shiver down your body when you felt her hot breath hitting the side of your neck.
“Oh,” you sang happily. “I love surprises. Where is it?”
Scarlett moved her hands so there was only one in front of your eyes. You heard movements, something that sounded like a paper sliding on your keyboard, and, before you could ask again, the hand was gone from your face and you were able to see again. You noticed it very fast - the piece of paper on your desk - but it took you a few seconds to understand what it meant. You almost felt sadness taking over you thinking that your girlfriend would go away again before you noticed it was two place tickets and not just one.
“What?” You asked as you picked it up. You could see words, dates and letters, but you couldn’t make sense of any of that in that moment.
“Well,” Scarlett started to explain, walking around you and gently turning your chair to the side so she could sit on your lap. She threw her arms around your neck and your hands instinctively found her waist and thigh. “Since I have a break from work, I thought we might enjoy this time to travel together somewhere. Just you and me, and maybe some margaritas,” she added in the end with a grin.
You looked from her to the tickets you left on top of your keyboard, then back at her with your eyes bulging in surprise when you registered what she said. “Wait, what? You have a break?!”
Scarlett nodded, barely able to hide her gigantic smile now. “I do. I know I haven’t been the most available girlfriend ever, and I’m sorry about that. I managed to clean my schedule for a few months. I mean, I still have some interviews and other things, but I can do them from here so I won’t have to travel. So, what do you say? Do we have plans or not?”
“Babe, I would go to the end of the Earth with you,” you declared, incapable of hiding how happy you were feeling at that moment. Scarlett smiled brightly and your lips met in a loving kiss. “Turns out, it was totally worth it standing in line for Mrs Hollywood,” you said between kisses, but Scarlett barely paused to laugh before kissing you again.
And you were fine with it.
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romanoffsbish · 11 months ago
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Method Acting
Scarlett Johansson x F!R
Request | When your friend gives you the leading role in her debut sapphic rom-com you find yourself elated, but then you see who her star-studded casting managed to be and suddenly you aren’t too sure what to do. How does one work with their crush in such intimate ways and not swoon further? | WC: 2,516
Smut: Masturbation (R) — Non-con 👀 (SJ) | Mommy (SJ) | Oral / Fingering (R) | Thigh-Riding (SJ) | Overstimulation (R)
18+ | Minors DNI
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"Where'd all that confidence go, hm?" You gulped, not only to remain in character, but because Scarlett was literally hovering over your body and it was like the air around you'd thinned. Your head felt light, but you still managed to stutter out your line, "I-It was a r-ruse."
Bentley chuckled, "You know, I don't think I mind," then she lowered her smirking face into the crook of your neck, your breath dramatically hitched, and you threw your head back to give her the necessary space to leave behind her pale pink gloss for the camera to see.
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This was meant to be acting, but she wasn't exactly not sucking a partial mark into your skin, fortunately it was hidden from any lens viewpoint, and it only really added to the scene as you moaned out affectedly.
"There you go Raina," she rasped against your cheek, smearing her collected spit and gloss on the skin. "I knew you'd be a perfect little dove for your mommy, you just needed me to help dumb you down, hm..."
You whimpered the title inquisitively, giving off the characters innocent girl aura as her lips clashed into yours, but deep in your soul you wanted to scream it.
Well, for the blonde starlet that is, Scarlett was nothing short of a goddess, her beauty perceivably effortless. It came with many perks, one of those being the ability to have people figuratively crumble before her. You had actually done so physically when you first shook her hand, it was embarrassing and she's teased you since.
When she wasn't teasing you though she was a natural nurturer. There was a calmness she brought to your anxious life that you were going to miss when filming inevitably comes to an end. Which was actually taking place this week, today you were working on the climax.
Bentley, her character, finally had a chance to corner Raina so that she could finally prove her love with the length of her fingers. Up until now your character had been avoiding Bentley as they were forced to see one another at the weekend long reception of a mutual.
Maritza, the director, screenwriter, and best friend of yours wanted the sex to feel real, so she is letting you two feel it out in a set of scenes. Scarlett appreciated the artistic creativity, because she wanted nothing more than to bring you to bliss, even if only fictionally as she knew the cameras were rolling. You genuinely liked the idea of an organic, sapphic scene too, but you just wished it could have been with any other actress.
Not the one you were recklessly falling in love with.
"Cut!" The director called after she felt there was enough tension, and kissing caught for the scene. She was also your very best friend, and knew you were likely spiraling beneath the surface; below Scarlett.
As soon as the director gave you the all clear for the night you took off without even sparing the blonde a glance. Months on this set with her and she'd teased you every step of the way, playing on your obvious crush, the one you'd publicized just a year ago.
"Y/N, who's your celebrity crush?" It was an easy question to answer, and since you were such a newcomer in the acting world it felt harmless to give them one, "Scarlett Johansson, she is just so gorgeous, and that voice of hers is just, ugh, don't even get me started." Or so you thought. Because not even three months later did you find out she'd be playing the love interest in this low-budget, cheesy sapphic rom-com.
The blonde was absolutely ecstatic when she got the script in her email because it came with your name attached. This was your closest friend's script, so you were given the lead without any issues, except for the casting. Without you ever knowing she took a shot in the dark by sending it to the woman who'd grown interested in you the moment she saw you in that interview. When you got the casting news you were mortified, and the blonde used that to her advantage.
There was no denying you meant it when she arrived on set for the chemistry read through, you were a bit of a stuttering mess—true to the character, but it was clear to the blonde that you were just being yourself. Scarlett played the part a bit too well, but she still kept it hidden that she desired you too. Until tonight she'd believed it was never going to go anywhere, but then you moaned in her ear and she realized it had to.
You weren't the only one affected by the small scene.
Scarlett was outside your trailer, her fingers flexed against the chill of the air as she prepared herself to knock on your door. It was Thursday night, normally she would go home, but she knew you were staying on the lot to cut costs so she felt compelled to stop by.
Without an answer she took it upon herself to open the door, noting her worry as the excuse for why she did. When she entered the trailer she was overwhelmed by a heady scent, and as she turned the corner to find you with your hand buried between your legs she'd found the delightful source. Scarlett said nothing as her body leaned against the wall, eyes focused in on the way your puffy lips devoured three of your fingers whole.
"Scarlett..."
The blonde's eyes snapped up to your face, fearing that she'd been caught, but it proved to be the other way around as you moaned her name upon releasing.
"My character's name is Bentley," she cooly teased, startling you into yelping and scrambling to grab the blanket that had bunched up by the end of your bed. Scarlett beat you to it, taking a predatory leap forward so that she could keep you from hiding your body. "None of that baby girl, don't hide from me now."
"S-Scar," you breathlessly muttered her name, or better yet part of it as she cupped your jaw and kissed you into a state of stunned silence. "Let's practice our scene for tomorrow darling, make it extra authentic."
"I-I don't think—." Scarlett slipped her thumb into your mouth, pressing down on your teeth to still you. "Oh, pretty girls like you should never try to think."
When she released her grip on your mouth she'd forcefully pushed you back onto the mattress, making your body bounce and driving your mind into madness all while she slipped out of her sweatsuit. The arousal you'd already felt doubled in intensity, mind alit with the endless possibilities for how this could go. Your mouth slowly filled with saliva as she sauntered closer to you while only dressed in her expensive lingerie set.
"You're so beautiful," you softly acknowledged and she offered you a genuine smile in return. Her lips gently pressed to yours as soon as she climbed over you and you both melted at the touch. "Thank you angel."
Scarlett took her time with kissing you, she didn't even move to deepen it until she felt your slick on her skin.
"I'm going to devour you Raina," she winked playfully and you met her tease with a smile that warmed her heart. "Make my dreams come true then Bentley."
Something about hearing her characters name didn't sit well with her, even if she had started the play on words, joking shoved aside she needed you to know this was more than a over the top scene preparation.
Scarlett pulled your body down the mattress by your ankles, throwing your legs open she took in a big whiff as her nose nuzzled into your plush thigh. "It seems I'll be making both of ours come true," she laboredly breathed against your slick cunt, "Just as long as you know there's no copyright on Scarlett," she winked and husked as your eyes widened, "Scream it for me Y/N."
"Oh Scarlett," you cried as soon as her tongue firmed itself against your folds, a long, drawn out moan left her as she tasted your glorious slick for the first time. The both of you were immensely pleased, your body began to squirm the more you felt your orgasm build. Her arm had to lay against your abdomen to hold you down so that her tongue could lash at you unchecked.
Your pleasure was entirely under her control, and the thought alone had the both of you teetering over the edge, ready to fall further into one another. Scarlett was unsure how that was even possible though, she'd loved you after a month into the filming, on a night when cast and crew rented out the local bar and she actually went regardless of her star power status. It was the only time you'd talked to her so openly, the booze in your system dropped your nerves and you let her hear all of your hometown childhood stories.
There was a twinkle of purity in your eye that she found refreshing that night, but this new glossy look you wore was far more enticing to the blonde starlet.
You looked almost peaceful, but beneath the surface you were absolutely losing your mind. Her masterful tongue was showing your fingers up in real time, your hot slick flowing out of you as if you were a leaking faucet, slowly dripping down from her chin and settling atop of the exposed skin of her bare breasts.
Which only made her move with more efficiency, her tongue slowly curled inside of you, caressing your g-spot as the tip of her nose pressed into your clit and you lost control of your every sense. Gasping for air as pleasure coursed through your trembling form, blurry white stars filled your vision as your eyes crossed and the taste of something metallic coated your tongue as you harshly bit down on your lower lip before you were screaming incoherently, her name sinfully intermixed.
You felt her smirk against your thigh and couldn't help but to smile yourself as you felt her kiss up your body with a softness that transcended all prior carnality. There was this break in the tension as she tenderly locked her lips to yours, tongues dancing around the other as her hands anchored to your chest, fondling the malleable skin as if it was second nature. Soft whines reverberated into her mouth the longer that she played with your sensitive breasts as she kissed you dumb.
Eventually the blonde felt this intense urge to satiate her own body, so she pulled back and you whimpered. "Fuck, you're so hot Y/N," she groaned as she stared at you, so beautifully spaced out, the thin line of spit tethering your lips together snapped as she grinned.
"You know, you're my celebrity crush too," she teased, finding amusement in the way you tried to shimmy away from her, but her hands firmly pressed down, keeping your body stilled by her grip on your breasts.
"Don't try and run now darling," she purred against your neck, her face having dipped down so that she could finish the job she started during your shoot.
"Scar, th-the movie," you warned but she simply didn't care, the woman chuckled against your skin, "Oh love, you know as well as I do that make up can cover this, plus, this is really just us aiding the film, you know?"
Scarlett continued on bruising your soft skin with her teeth as you couldn't, nor did you really want to, find a reason to dissuade her from her current ministrations. Just as soon as she was satisfied with her hard work she flipped you onto your stomach without warning.
A low moan left the both of you as her cunt touched down, your body shivered as her slick smeared onto the back of your thigh, the idea that you'd turned her on that much hadn't even permeated your mind until now and with the physical evidence you felt powerful. Even if she was on top, you aided her by tensing your muscles to which she rewarded you with a hoarse moan and two fingers that slid between your slick lips.
The both of your bodies moved in steamy tandem, your front being pressed further into the mattress with every rough thrust of her fingers and hips. The room soon became a lewd symphony as your skin slapped together and the both of your slick seeped and spread, all working to drown out your soft, choked moans.
With her free hand no longer on your hip you were thrown further into the depths of pleasure as her palm roughly pressed down on your abdomen just as her fingers reached your depth, your body jerked but she just kept going down until she could play with your clit.
"Mommy," you screamed the desired honorific, it almost sounded like a plea for mercy, but the blonde had none to show you, she instead slid a third finger into your core causing you to spasm uncontrollably. Which in turn tensed your muscles up even further, and sent her into a state of immense bliss, her teeth instinctively sunk into your shoulder and drew blood.
Her body had arched back then dropped to the side of yours in a matter of seconds, her fingers stayed buried within your warmth, almost like a place of comfort. It took you far longer than her to regain your composure as this was actually your fifth orgasm of the evening. The other two having happened before she caught you.
Nevertheless, you were able to form a sentence as you felt her fingers vacate your pussy, "W-what was this?"
Scarlett had been shifting to a place of comfort when your disconcerting question was aired, you caught her completely off guard but upon settling her cheek down on your bare ass she hummed softly in thought. Then as she really thought about it, imagining a future where you'd part ways after filming ended, she frowned.
"You're mine," she tiredly growled against the sweaty skin of your ass, her teeth nibbled at the round flesh as she gave you her answer (demand). "Then, now, the point is you'll always be mine Y/N so get comfortable."
"I'm plenty comfortable," you murmured, words a bit muffled as your face burrowed into your silky pillow. Scarlett smiled to herself, her heart officially settled now that she knows you understood; you were hers, this sinful endeavor was her official sealing of a deal.
Her worn down body sidled up by your side, still her strong arm wrapped around your midsection so that she could pull you close enough for her to feel your body against hers. "Goodnight baby girl, I think we've done enough work to ensure the scene will be a hit..."
When tomorrow came, and the scene was shot you two found it only took one go as the sexual chemistry was palpable. Maritza had winked, and mouthed a 'your welcome' thinking that you'd just won the blonde over, but unbeknownst to her this was just an encore...
Or as the sapphics would simply call it, round two.
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“This feels like the most Wes Anderson film to ever Wes Anderson”. Demi took the role of our Wes Anderson correspondent this week and went to check out Asteroid City. Did she vibe with it? Check out episode 254 to find out!
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softspiderling · 5 months ago
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✦ . * ocean blue eyes pt. IV | r.c
pairing: rafe cameron x reader
author’s note: ive been working overtime on the plot so just be aware that i am cooking. Also this part is very text heavy! Tagging @zyafics bc i don’t wanna be yelled at again and @ghostofwriting bc <3 Hope you enjoyyy
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loewe Kildare’s own Rafe Cameron and Cleo Griffith for LOEWE’s Summer collection 2024 campaign
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In a product demo last week, OpenAI showcased a synthetic but expressive voice for ChatGPT called “Sky” that reminded many viewers of the flirty AI girlfriend Samantha played by Scarlett Johansson in the 2013 film Her. One of those viewers was Johansson herself, who promptly hired legal counsel and sent letters to OpenAI demanding an explanation, according to a statement released later. In response, the company on Sunday halted use of Sky and published a blog post insisting that it “is not an imitation of Scarlett Johansson but belongs to a different professional actress using her own natural speaking voice.”
Johansson’s statement, released Monday, said she was “shocked, angered, and in disbelief” by OpenAI’s demo using a voice she called “so eerily similar to mine that my closest friends and news outlets could not tell the difference.” Johansson revealed that she had turned down a request last year from the company’s CEO, Sam Altman, to voice ChatGPT and that he had reached out again two days before last week’s demo in an attempt to change her mind.
It’s unclear if Johansson plans to take additional legal action against OpenAI. Her counsel on the dispute with OpenAI is John Berlinski, a partner at Los Angeles law firm Bird Marella, who represented her in a lawsuit against Disney claiming breach of contract, settled in 2021. (OpenAI’s outside counsel working on this matter is Wilson Sonsini Goodrich & Rosati partner David Kramer, who is based in Silicon Valley and has defended Google and YouTube on copyright infringement cases.) If Johansson does pursue a claim against OpenAI, some intellectual property experts suspect it could focus on “right of publicity” laws, which protect people from having their name or likeness used without authorization.
James Grimmelmann, a professor of digital and internet law at Cornell University, believes Johansson could have a good case. “You can't imitate someone else's distinctive voice to sell stuff,” he says. OpenAI declined to comment for this story, but yesterday released a statement from Altman claiming Sky “was never intended to resemble” the star, adding, “We are sorry to Ms. Johansson that we didn’t communicate better.”
Johansson’s dispute with OpenAI drew notice in part because the company is embroiled in a number of lawsuits brought by artists and writers. They allege that the company breached copyright by using creative work to train AI models without first obtaining permission. But copyright law would be unlikely to play a role for Johansson, as one cannot copyright a voice. “It would be right of publicity,” says Brian L. Frye, a professor at the University of Kentucky’s College of Law focusing on intellectual property. “She’d have no other claims.”
Several lawyers WIRED spoke with said a case Bette Midler brought against Ford Motor Company and its advertising agency Young & Rubicam in the late 1980s provides a legal precedent. After turning down the ad agency’s offers to perform one of her songs in a car commercial, Midler sued when the company hired one of her backup singers to impersonate her sound. “Ford was basically trying to profit from using her voice,” says Jennifer E. Rothman, a law professor at the University of Pennsylvania, who wrote a 2018 book called The Right of Publicity: Privacy Reimagined for a Public World. “Even though they didn't literally use her voice, they were instructing someone to sing in a confusingly similar manner to Midler.”
It doesn’t matter whether a person’s actual voice is used in an imitation or not, Rothman says, only whether that audio confuses listeners. In the legal system, there is a big difference between imitation and simply recording something “in the style” of someone else. “No one owns a style,” she says.
Other legal experts don’t see what OpenAI did as a clear-cut impersonation. “I think that any potential ‘right of publicity’ claim from Scarlett Johansson against OpenAI would be fairly weak given the only superficial similarity between the ‘Sky’ actress' voice and Johansson, under the relevant case law,” Colorado law professor Harry Surden wrote on X on Tuesday. Frye, too, has doubts. “OpenAI didn’t say or even imply it was offering the real Scarlett Johansson, only a simulation. If it used her name or image to advertise its product, that would be a right-of-publicity problem. But merely cloning the sound of her voice probably isn’t,” he says.
But that doesn’t mean OpenAI is necessarily in the clear. “Juries are unpredictable,” Surden added.
Frye is also uncertain how any case might play out, because he says right of publicity is a fairly “esoteric” area of law. There are no federal right-of-publicity laws in the United States, only a patchwork of state statutes. “It’s a mess,” he says, although Johansson could bring a suit in California, which has fairly robust right-of-publicity laws.
OpenAI’s chances of defending a right-of-publicity suit could be weakened by a one-word post on X—“her”—from Sam Altman on the day of last week’s demo. It was widely interpreted as a reference to Her and Johansson’s performance. “It feels like AI from the movies,” Altman wrote in a blog post that day.
To Grimmelmann at Cornell, those references weaken any potential defense OpenAI might mount claiming the situation is all a big coincidence. “They intentionally invited the public to make the identification between Sky and Samantha. That's not a good look,” Grimmelmann says. “I wonder whether a lawyer reviewed Altman's ‘her’ tweet.” Combined with Johansson’s revelations that the company had indeed attempted to get her to provide a voice for its chatbots—twice over—OpenAI’s insistence that Sky is not meant to resemble Samantha is difficult for some to believe.
“It was a boneheaded move,” says David Herlihy, a copyright lawyer and music industry professor at Northeastern University. “A miscalculation.”
Other lawyers see OpenAI’s behavior as so manifestly goofy they suspect the whole scandal might be a deliberate stunt—that OpenAI judged that it could trigger controversy by going forward with a sound-alike after Johansson declined to participate but that the attention it would receive from seemed to outweigh any consequences. “What’s the point? I say it’s publicity,” says Purvi Patel Albers, a partner at the law firm Haynes Boone who often takes intellectual property cases. “The only compelling reason—maybe I’m giving them too much credit—is that everyone’s talking about them now, aren’t they?”
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