#natalie

July Weather

NATALIE SCATORCCIO WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE??!

shes a melanistic jaguar aka black panther..

doing a late character submission to artfight because i needed her on my page.. SHE SHALL BE DRAWN WITH MISTY!! YAYYYY

Heres a doodle i did of the two below, i suppose slightly suggestive but also bloody

Nat x reader with a big chest?

summery : Getting ready for an anniversary date turns chaotic when a gorgeous, tight-fitting dress struggles to contain a heavy chest, triggering a wave of intense possessiveness from a completely captivated Natalie.

pairings : fem!natalie x big chested!reader

warnings : established relationship, clothing struggle, mild degradation/praise, rough kissing, wall sex, breast playing, heavy sucking/biting, rough fingering, clit stimulation, heavy fluids, oral

authors note : omg hii violet, ur literally so cool

The bedroom was a complete disaster of discarded hangers and wrinkled fabric, but you barely noticed the mess as you fought with the fabric in front of the full-length mirror. The dress was absolutely gorgeous—a deep, rich color that perfectly matched the vibe of the restaurant Nat had booked for your anniversary date—but your chest was turning the entire getting-ready process into a battlefield.

No matter how you shifted, the fabric across your bust was strained to its absolute limit. The zipper at the side was stubbornly stuck halfway up, completely refusing to budge over the curve of your breasts, and the low-cut neckline was sitting so incredibly low that it felt less like a fashion statement and more like an accidental wardrobe malfunction.

You let out a frustrated, self-conscious sigh, trying to pull the material upward to cover yourself, but the moment you let go, it just spilled right back down. You were just about ready to rip the whole thing off and cancel the reservation when the bedroom door swung open.

Nat walked in, already completely dressed in a sleek, tailored jacket, her dark hair perfectly styled. "Hey, beautiful, the Uber is about ten minutes away, are you—"

She froze mid-sentence, her words completely dying in her throat the second her eyes landed on you.

Her gaze dropped instantly to your chest, her eyes widening as she took in the sight of your heavy breasts straining against the tight fabric, the deep dip of the neckline framing your cleavage flawlessly. For a solid five seconds, Nat just stood in the doorway, completely paralyzed, her mouth slightly open.

"Nat, don't look at me," you groaned, your face burning with a hot blush as you immediately crossed your arms over your chest to hide yourself. "It’s a disaster. It doesn't fit right at all. My chest is ruining the whole silhouette, the zipper won't go up, and I look completely ridiculous. I need to change."

Nat finally snapped out of her trance, a low, thick hum escaping the back of her throat as she stepped into the room. She closed the door behind her, her eyes never once leaving you as she walked over, her previous hurry completely forgotten.

"Change?" Nat repeated, her voice dropping into a raspy, incredibly intense register that made your stomach do a sudden flip. She reached out, gently but firmly grasping your wrists and pulling your arms away from your chest so she could see you fully. "Are you insane? You look fucking incredible."

You tried to pull your arms back, your fingers twitching to cover yourself again as the heavy blush deepened on your cheeks, but Nat’s grip on your wrists only tightened. She didn't hurt you, but her hold was completely unyielding, pinning your hands down by your sides and forcing you to stand exposed before her.

"Nat, come on, let me cover up," you mumbled, shifting your weight uncomfortably under her intense stare. "It's too much. Everyone at the restaurant is going to look at me."

A dark, possessive shadow immediately crossed Nat’s face at your words. Her jaw clenched, and she stepped forward, crowding your space until her chest was pressed right against yours, the friction of her jacket against your bare skin sending a violent shiver down your spine.

"Let them look," Nat growled, her voice dropping into a low, fiercely dominant tone that made your knees instantly weak. She let go of your wrists, only for her large hands to slide up your waist, her fingers digging firmly into your hips, anchoring you to her. "They can look all they want, but everyone in that room is going to know exactly who you belong to. You’re mine. Every single inch of you."

She leaned down, her eyes tracking the heavy rise and fall of your chest before snapping back up to your lips. "You look so fucking beautiful it hurts, and the fact that you're wearing this for me is driving me crazy."

Before you could even process the words, Nat closed the remaining distance and caught your mouth in a bruising, deeply heated kiss.

It wasn't a sweet, reassuring kiss—it was hungry, demanding, and entirely consuming. Her tongue parted your lips instantly, claiming your mouth with a heavy, desperate rhythm that stole the breath right out of your lungs. One of her hands slid up from your hip, her fingers tangling tightly into the hair at the back of your neck to hold you still, angling your head to drink you in even deeper. You let out a soft, helpless whimper into her mouth, your hands instinctively rising to grip the lapels of her jacket just to stay upright as she completely took over, wrecking any lingering shred of your self-consciousness.

With a sudden, forceful surge of momentum, Nat walked you backward until your back hit the bedroom wall with a soft thud. She didn’t break the kiss for a single second, her mouth still fiercely devouring yours, her tongue sliding deep into your mouth as she pinned you there with the heavy weight of her body.

Her hands moved with a frantic, desperate urgency. She slid them down to the half-stuck zipper at your side, and with one brutal, impatient yank, she forced it open the rest of the way, the fabric tearing slightly at the seam. She grabbed the straps of the gorgeous dress and peeled them down your arms, dragging the tight material down past your waist until it pooled uselessly around your ankles, leaving you standing there in nothing but your underwear.

When she finally pulled her mouth away from yours, both of you were gasping for air, a thin string of saliva connecting your lips in the dim light. Nat’s eyes were completely wild as she looked down at you. Without the restriction of the dress, your heavy breasts were completely free, bouncing slightly with your ragged breathing, the dark, swollen aureolas practically begging for her touch.

"God, look at you," Nat choked out, a dark, primal groan tearing from her throat.

She didn't wait another second. Dropping to her knees right in front of you, she buried her face straight into your cleavage. The sudden, hot friction of her tongue wiping across your skin made your hips jerk off the wall. She cupped the heavy underside of your left breast with both hands, lifting the massive weight of it, and opened her mouth wide to wrap her lips entirely around your dark nipple.

A loud, echoing shriek of pure pleasure tore from your throat as Nat sucked you deep into her mouth. She didn't tease you—she pulled at the sensitive bud with a heavy, rhythmic suction that sent a violent jolt of electricity straight down between your thighs. Your hands immediately flew to her head, your fingers tangling desperately into her dark hair, pulling her even harder against your chest as your knees buckled completely.

"Nat—oh my god, Nat," you whimpered, your head slamming back against the wall as she kept up the intense, heavy suction.

Nat let out a muffled growl against your skin, her tongue swirling frantically around the engorged nub before she bit down gently, using her teeth to tug at you. The sudden sting made you arch your back, a breathless sob escaping your lips. She moved to the other side, her wet lips coating the sensitive skin of your right breast, greedily tasting you, completely obsessed with the massive, soft weight of your chest as she absolutely ruined any chance of you making that dinner reservation.

Nat’s mouth never left your skin, her tongue still greedily licking a wet path up the heavy curve of your breast while you shook against the wall. Her hands slithered down from your chest, trailing over the frantic, hot curve of your stomach until her fingers hooked into the elastic of your panties. With one rough, impatient tug, she dragged them down your shaking thighs, leaving you completely bare beneath her.

"You're so fucking wet," Nat growled against your skin, her voice thick and gravelly as her hand moved into the tight space between your thighs. She smeared your own slickness over your swollen labia, her thumb instantly finding your hyper-sensitive clit and giving it a heavy, deliberate crush that made your toes curl inside your shoes.

You let out a loud, fractured cry, your fingers tightening so hard into her hair that your knuckles turned white. "Nat, please, I'm already—"

"I know," she murmured darkly, her eyes looking up at you from below, hooded and predatory.

Without giving you a second to brace yourself, Nat aligned two fingers with your drenched slit and pushed them straight inside you.

The sudden, thick intrusion tore a breathless, high-pitched whimper from your chest. Your internal muscles immediately clamped down around her digits, clenching and pulsing violently as they buried deep into your tight, aching cunt. The angle was punishing; because she was still kneeling on the floor, every thrust hooked upward, her knuckles rubbing hard against the sensitive entrance of your vagina while her fingertips buried deep inside, hitting your spot with an agonizing precision.

Nat didn't waste any time. She began to move her hand in a fast, brutal, relentless rhythm. The loud, wet, squelching sound of her fingers sliding in and out of your saturated flesh filled the bedroom, a completely dirty, heavy friction that had your hips jerking off the wall in a desperate attempt to meet her pace.

"Listen to that," Nat whispered roughly, lifting her head just enough to watch the way your body was completely falling apart under her touch. Her thumb stayed flattened over your clit, grinding into the engorged nub with every single hard thrust of her fingers. "You're fucking soaking my hand. Squeezing me so tight. Take it all for me, beautiful."

"Oh god, Nat, I can't—it's too much," you sobbed out, your head thrashing violently against the drywall. Your knees were completely giving out, your entire weight supported only by the wall at your back and Nat's heavy frame anchoring you in place. The dual stimulation of her fingers stretching you open from the inside and her thumb relentlessly abusing your clit was driving you entirely over the edge. The heat in your lower belly coiled tighter and tighter, turning into a sharp, throbbing ache that demanded release.

"Come for me," Nat commanded, her pace turning completely vicious as she drove her fingers into you even faster, pushing you ruthlessly through the peak. "Let me feel exactly how hard you wreck yourself right now. Do it."

The command broke whatever restraint you had left. Your vision went totally dark as a violent, crushing orgasm slammed into your body.

Your eyes rolled back, and a loud, shattered wail tore from your throat as your cunt violently seized, your internal muscles clamping down around her fingers in intense, uncontrollable, rhythmic spasms.

Your hips jerked frantically upward against her hand, your body shaking from head to toe as a heavy rush of slick nectar drenched her hand. Nat didn't stop, keeping her fingers buried deep inside you, riding out every single tight, rolling pulse of your climax until you were completely ruined, weeping into the quiet room as you melted down the wall.

Nat stayed on her knees for a long, heavy moment, keeping her fingers buried deep inside your pulsing cunt while your body slowly rode out the aftershocks. Every breath you took was a ragged, trembling gasp, your forehead resting against the cool drywall as your thighs continued to shake uncontrollably.

"Look at you," Nat whispered, her voice laced with a dark, smug satisfaction as she finally, slowly eased her fingers out of you. The wet, sliding sound made your face burn even hotter. She stood up, her tall frame towering over you as you slid down the wall a few inches, your knees completely shot.

She looked down at her hand, which was glistening and completely coated in your slick wetness. A slow, wicked smirk spread across her lips. Without a single word, she leaned down, caught your chin between her clean thumb and forefinger, and tilted your head back. She brought her soaked fingers right to your lips, nudging them open.

"Clean it off," she murmured, her eyes dark and heavy. "Every single drop."

You whimpered, but your tongue darted out anyway, licking her fingers clean, tasting the salty, overwhelming heat of your own release. Nat watched you with a hooded, possessive stare, her chest rising and falling heavily as you sucked her digits spotless.

Once she was satisfied, she pulled her hand away, wiping it carelessly on a discarded shirt from the floor. She looked down at the ruined, torn dress pooled around your ankles, then up at your flushed, beautiful face.

A sudden, low chuckle escaped her, her intense demeanor shifting back into something playful.