@starkhauss asked me for some help with some brie headcannons and i always oblige, so here are. i’ve been studying nonstop for like 3 days and my brain is fried so pls excuse any typos/lack of body part continuity
it’s probably some posh european country, a place where brie has to wear some powder-blue, gold-embellished suit to nod to some renaissance painter or louis xiv or something (brie’s stylist is an incredibly intelligent woman who always make brie look like a SNACC but part of that is listening to her flaunt her art history degree)
brie’s the lead in the movie so like, she’s meant to be dressed for the center of attention while u, the lowly significant other, are in like a black cocktail dress or something. who cares honestly, you could be wearing lady gaga’s meat dress for all you know.
bc ur attention is 1000% on brie, the fact that is insatiable, and the silicon cock currently giving her a niiiiiiice lil bulge
it’s a night event, with the private plane scheduled to leave right after (bc of course you’ll sleep on the plane her management told her)
and holy shit, every moment, you two is kept apart is fucking torture for the both of you. you’d been kept apart since you’d arrived the day previous, only touches fleeting and kisses even shorter.
you’d been able to carve out some time for phone sex, but it’s just not the same, not the same without your girlfriend’s touch and fingers and mouth and skin and and and and
every moment you have to see without touch feels like hours, but hours you spend blind and sad and before you can mope anymore someone in all black with a microphone who you might’ve seen before but don’t really care how pulls you into a black car and shuts the door
you’d be concerned if brie wasn’t sitting there next to you, holding a bad of something in her hands and already changed into clothes that look much more comfortable than what she was wearing before
“let’s get you changed, baby, we’re going home”
the moments in the car are tender and sweet, mostly you curling up into her side and her resting her chin on your head.
you sleep all the way to the airport, where everything until you’re plopped into a seat on a private plane and awoken at 20,000 feet in the air is a sad, slow blur
but anyway. post-sleep your brain is clear enough to remember that holy shit your girlfriend was strapped earlier
your head quickly shot up to try and find her, lip between your top and bottom teeth to try and make yourself look as cute as possible.
it takes a body moving next to you to realize that you were, in fact, sleeping in her arms
(nobody ever said you were smart when you were horny, alright. one thing at a time)
she wakes easily, dragging you back down to her level on the small bed and pulling herself on top of you
“i missed you” she all but growls as she pulls of the sweatpants you were sleeping in
“i missed you too” is all you can get out before brie’s shoving her fingers inside of you.
“have you been this wet the whole ride?” she asks, smirking
you whine, just wanting her to fuck you already
“since the event last night” you moan
from then on you can’t really speak, can’t really do anything besides moan and scream and claw down brie’s toned back as she entered you with her cock
“god you take this cock so well, baby, love you so much” she coos “love how big of a slut you are for me, such a pretty little whore”
it’s seconds with brie’s deft fingers on your aching clit when you cum for the first time in days, and the minute your vision comes back and the bright lights recede brie’s got you flipped over with your face pressed into the thin mattress and your ass up against her hips
you cum again twice like that, screaming into the scratchy sheets.
it’s after that brie nearly rips the toy off, flips you over again, and positions herself over your face
you lick at her petal-soft folds until your face is soaked with her, until her thighs nearly suffocate you.
it’s after that brie collapses next to you, pulling you into her as you both doze off.
all i can think about is riding Brie's strap while she praises me for being such a good girl
g o d i wish that were me!!! i literally just,,,, i want brie so fckgin bad i cant even. like i know she’d treat me well and she 100% would be super praising and like her words would be soft but her fucking would be Rough
Why are those facts making you guys sad? I’m just reinforcing a well known truth. That Natasha is an absolute bad-ass and a brilliant character.
That she deserves better than the fast-food chain level of quality content Marvel is pushing up our asses with a fire hose, and then has the audacity to “defend” by calling all of us a bunch of stupid crazy feminists who don’t know Natasha as well as they do.
Anyway, I’m done for today, I’ll write a few more tomorrow. And the day after that. And the day after that. Until they announce the BW movie. And make sure to keep their sexist paws off of it, Scarlett’s in charge.
