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romanovthinkver · 2 days
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scarlett johansson
even the most beautiful rose becomes withered (serie)
you and scarlett just had a baby (drabble)
pov: you’re scarlett johansson’s wife (headcanons)
natasha romanoff
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romanoffsbish · 3 months
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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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mviswidow · 2 months
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more than you know
Natasha Romanoff x Reader
Word Count: 1.5k
Summary: Nat and R get high together & fuck (a tiny bit of fluff at the end)
Content Warnings: NSFW!! switch!natasha; oral; fingering; marijuana use
A/N: i don't write smut often but i'm hoping this is good🫠
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“I’ll take another hit,” Natasha murmurs after a couple minutes of silence, and you nod in response, taking your cart out of your pocket and handing it over. 
“Thanks.”
You manage to look away from the window that held a beautiful view of the city’s skyline that had captivated you both and look over to Natasha, who was just as beautiful (if not more). You watch her inhale, her tolerance is impressive since she doesn’t seem to smoke often. 
“Are you like a secret stoner or something?” You probe, turning to sit facing her, sinking further into the couch.
“I used to smoke when I got back from missions for a couple months but I started to get a little dependent on it so I only smoke weed when I’m offered now. For the most part.”
You hum in acknowledgement, “I have to smoke to get to sleep every once in a while.”
Natasha lazily turns her head in your direction, it urges you to continue.
“It’s usually when I don’t have missions that I have the most trouble getting sleep. I’m less exhausted and my mind kind of just goes everywhere and I get stressed - it becomes a lot to handle sober sometimes.”
“I know the feeling,” she nods, a sad smile on her face.
There’s a lull between the two of you and you study her face. Her eyes look a little squinty but they shine in the darkness nonetheless; her cheeks are tinged a gentle pink color that’s difficult to make out. You’re in a bit of a trance, letting your eyes gaze upon Natasha as you did the city’s skyline - refusing to miss any details. 
The corners of her full lips quirk up into a real smile and she shakes her head, feeling slightly scrutinized by your gaze but knowing better than to believe that you mean for her to feel that way, “What?”
“I’m just looking at you,” you say, as if you’d looked at her that way many times before. (You have, she’s just never caught you.)
“Why?” her brows pinch together.
“I want to. You’re beautiful.”
Natasha’s cheeks are a deeper pink now. Her pupils are dilated and her lips part as she glances down to your own.
“I told myself I wouldn’t do this with you,” she says, and it sounds like she’s reprimanding herself.
“But you want to?” you hum, leaning forward with an eyebrow raised.
“More than you know.”
“I’m not scared of you.”
“Maybe you should be,” she rasps, pulling you in by the back of your neck and crashing your lips together.
Her lips are softer than you could have imagined but Natasha is rough, eager to explore every inch of you. 
You moan at the sensation of her tongue in your mouth and it spurs her on. She kisses you feverishly and you try to keep up. You squeeze your thighs together, trying to ignore the growing discomfort between your legs.
Natasha bites and pulls at your bottom lip for a quick moment before moving to attack your neck. Your hand comes up to her hair and gets lost in her red tresses, rolling your hips into hers on instinct when you feel her nip at your pulse point.
She hums in satisfaction at your reaction and is quick to situate her thigh in between your legs, giving you some friction.
You suddenly feel her warm fingertips underneath your shirt, ghosting up your torso. They graze the bottom of your breast as she leans back up to kiss you once again, “You’re gorgeous.”
Natasha is more gentle this time and she smiles against your lips when your breath hitches in response to her finding your nipple, rolling it between her fingers and tugging.
“Nat, please,” you gasp when she pinches your nipple, your brain fuzzy from your high and your arousal.
“What do you want, detka?” she murmurs, lifting your shirt over your head. She almost moans at the sight of you. 
Her hot mouth connects with your nipple with haste and your breath leaves you.
Nat chuckles before sucking a hickey on your breast, “C’mon, baby. You can tell me.”
“I need you,” you whimper. “Fuck me, please, Nat.”
She groans against your chest and tugs your sweatpants off. Her hand finds its place between your thighs quickly and you arch into her when she enters you with two fingers.
“God, yes,” you pant, head thrown back as your nails dig into her shoulder.
You can see the satisfaction on Nat’s face as she watches you desperately buck your hips to meet her fingers as they thrust into you. She can’t believe how wet you are for her and it only makes her go faster.
“Can’t be too loud, detka,” she warns you after noticing you’d become pretty loud, drunk off her fingers. “Don’t want to wake anyone up.”
Natasha leans down to kiss you once again, muffling the expletives and moans that had been leaving your mouth. 
You’re sure that your lips will be bruised in the morning but you can’t bring yourself to care because you feel so good. Natasha’s fingers are curling inside you at a fast and steady pace and you know it won’t be long until you’re cumming on her fingers. 
Your bottom lip is caught between your teeth and you’re biting it so hard you think you may bleed. 
All you can do is pull Nat closer to you as you throw your head back in ecstasy. She knows you’re close when she starts feeling your muscles clenching, “Show me how good I make you feel.”
Your torso jolts forward and you can’t stop the moan that leaves the back of your throat.
You whine as Natasha works you through your orgasm. She won’t stop until she’s milked as much of it as she can, “That’s it, detka.”
Once you’ve stilled, she removes her fingers from inside of you. You can barely form a thought as you watch her suck her fingers clean before she takes another hit of your cart and blows it up into the air.
Watching her lights a fire inside of you and before you know it, you’re pushing her back on the couch and stripping her of her shorts.
You can tell that her head is swimming from the hit she just took and how fast you’re moving but you don’t give her time to react. You quickly pull down her panties and situate yourself between her legs.
You want to spend time kissing as much of her thighs as you can, but Natasha tangles her fingers in your hair, pushing you down to where she wants you and leaving no room for argument.
You don’t find time to be bothered because all you want right now that you’re in front of her is to hear the beautiful sounds that she makes while you’re bringing her to her climax.
You moan as you lap up the wetness that has collected between her lips, making her hips rut forward.
Nat’s brows knit together when you start to circle her clit with your tongue. Your eyes are glued to her beautiful face as she whimpers quietly, mouth open in pleasure.
Her thighs feel delicious, tightening around your head, and you think this must be what heaven is like. 
Upon entering Natasha with a finger, her heel begins to dig into your back, urging you impossibly closer. 
“More, please,” she croaks, and who are you to deny her of what she wants? 
Nat is reduced to moans when you enter her with another finger and the only thing she seems to remember how to say is your name. You couldn’t be happier.
You pay extra attention to her clit, alternating between sucking and flattening your tongue to give her as much friction as possible as she practically rides your face. 
Without warning, Natasha throws her head back, red fiery hair splaying out on the couch, and lets out a long, low moan. Her fingers tighten in your hair and she holds you in place as she rides out her orgasm.
When she releases your hair, you lick her clean before coming up to kiss her slowly, letting her taste herself on your tongue.
You break away to look at her, really just wanting to admire how beautiful she is for a minute, but you notice that she looks a little sad all of a sudden.
“What is it?” You whisper with haste, now worried that you did something wrong.
“Please tell me this isn’t the last time I get to kiss you.”
You smile in relief, “It won’t be, I promise.” 
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abbyromanoff · 9 months
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hi can you do an intersex scarlett with fem reader where they go out to eat for their anniversary and the reader teases scarlett for acting needy and being all flustered, then they go home and have passionate sex which ends up with reader having rose, with praise, daddy kink and back scratching (r to scarlett) i’m kind of a slut for back scratching lol. ps: i’m the same anon who asked for the wanda cam girl fic, the mommy reader fic and the mechanic nat!😁)
LOVERS ANTHEM
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PAIRINGS: Scarlett Johansson x reader
WORD COUNT: 3,247
WARNINGS: smut, Scarlett has a dick, fingering, breeding, teasing, public sex, car sex, blowjobs, scratching, praise, degrading, daddy (S), jealousy, possessiveness, pet names (baby, sweetheart, my love, darling, etc), mentions of blood, crying, think that’s all! :)
Grammarly wasn’t working so I had to do this with no spelling-check, ignore any mistakes!!
NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!
“Happy anniversary, my love,” Scarlett murmured against your hands, her lips lingering on the backs of them as you didn’t pull away. You only smiled, your cheeks turning red as did hers.
“You look beautiful tonight, so beautiful.”
“As do you, Scar.” Before she could respond, you both were greeted by the waitress serving you. She kindly asked for your requests before returning to the kitchen, grabbing your drinks, and dropping them off when she came back only minutes later.
“I still can’t believe you took me here, this place is fancier than the Met Gala.” You joked, your eyes roaming the building while your wife let out a short chuckle. You two had known each other since you were teenagers and had been together for nearly six years now. Although, it was your first year being able to call her your wife. Scarlett’s job made it nearly impossible to have relationships, or successful ones at least. But somehow, you two made it work. It wasn’t easy seeing her leave for months at times, but it was all worth it because, at the end of the day, you’d always have her.
“What can I say, you have the princess treatment.” She shrugged, leaning back in her chair to take a small swig of her wine. She watched you do the same, eyes trained on your lips when you slightly parted them to allow the liquid in. You then licked your lipstick-covered lips as a small moan escaped you when the drink hit your tastebuds.
She cleared her throat after a moment too long of staring, adjusting herself in her seat and mentally thanking all gods that the food came just in time. The waitress placed your plate in front of you carefully, then handed Scarlett her own. She quirked a brow as the lady turned to you, asking if there was anything you might need and leaving a moment later when you refused.
“Looks like someone has a crush.” She said before taking a bite out of her food, nearly choking when she realized how hot it was.
“Oh, please, she’s probably like ten years younger than me.” She nodded, clear signs of jealousy that tried to hide making way to the surface.
“Hey, look at me,” She did as you asked. “I’m yours, okay? I wouldn’t be wearing this ring if that wasn’t true.” You showed off the expensive piece of jewelry adorning your finger, the crystal shining under the light hanging from the ceiling.
“Well, I would hope so, or else I’d have to ask for that ring back.” The rest of the dinner went smoothly, at least in your eyes. The waitress checked on you two often, sending obvious signs your way that you acted oblivious to. Scarlett was grateful for that, but she wasn’t grateful for the tent in her pants. She tried hiding it with her hand purse, but that quickly failed when you picked up notice of her actions.
You had been teasing her the entire time without even knowing. First the lip-licking, then the small moans when you’d take a bite of your food or a sip of your wine, and then with the way words seemed to ease out of your mouth like it was nothing. She’d watch you bite your lip with a small smile after a joke she’d tell or a funny memory you’d make remembrance of, it drew her in from day one.
Your outfit wasn’t helping either, she had to help you zip up the back of your dress before placing the necklace she bought you earlier that day around your neck. She could still smell your perfume lingering on your skin, and the fact that it was her perfume you stole made it even better. Her girl, wearing her perfume, with the necklace she bought you, and the ring she proposed to you with; nobody would ever be able to have you the way she did.
“Scar? You okay?” She had been trying to focus on what you had been saying, but she was too attentive to your dress that hung low enough to show just the right amount of cleavage, the rest was left to the imagination. Anyone’s imagination. She quickly came to the conclusion in her head that she wasn’t the only one able to see you like this, your server and many others dining in could. They could all see her girl, her wife, in all the ways she didn’t want them to.
“Scarlett!” You snapped your fingers in front of her face, making her whip her head back up to direct her eye line back to your own. You playfully scoffed, making her gulp nervously.
“Seriously? You’re horny in the middle of a restaurant?” You gave her a smirk and she nearly jumped in surprise when she felt you brush your leg against her own. You could practically feel her cock straining against her suit pants and you could see how hard she was trying to not bend you over in front of everyone right here, you almost felt bad for her.
“Let’s go, we’re leaving.” She left two one-hundred-dollar bills on the table and rushed you both outside, keeping her mini purse over her crotch. You were immediately swarmed by a large number of paparazzi shining their cameras in your faces and asking questions you were too out of it to hear.
Once you got to the car you were pushed into the passenger door that Scarlett had opened for you before she sped over to the driver's side. You were shocked she didn’t drive over any of the cameramen with them crowding around the car and her frustrated self.
Finally, she was able to pull out of the parking lot and start her way to your shared home quickly. Her hand was resting on your inner thigh, rubbing small circles with her thumb as she was getting closer to your core. You shivered in anticipation, eyeing her large bulge with hunger.
Your wife looked over at you when she heard your seatbelt unbuckle. It was a red light, and it felt like it had been taking forever just for the next intersection to go.
“What are you doing?” You leaned over the dashboard, unzipping the fly of her pants and setting her cock free from the confinements. She gave you a hazy smile that you didn’t get to see as your mouth pressed against her length. Small lipstick stains were left on the skin as you teasingly pecked all over.
“Baby, someone could see us.” She frantically whispered, looking out each window for anyone who may have caught sighting of you.
“Aww, is someone a little camera shy? Don’t act all innocent, we both know you’d love to have someone catch us.” You watched as her cock twitched at your words and laughed, letting your tongue brush over her tip and reveling in the breathy moan she let out from above you.
“Does that turn you on, Scarlett?” She nodded. “Yeah? Of course, it does, you just want everyone to see that you own me, don’t you?” Again came her nod, this time with hesitation. You knew it was nearly impossible for her to speak in the moment, so you gave in and let your mouth wrap around her tip, your tongue licking the drops of pre cum oozing out of it.
The GPS had alerted you both that you were minutes away from arriving at your destination, the new information causing you to lower your head and take more of her in your mouth. Your tongue licked over the veins adorning her length, a whimper escaping from deep inside of your wife’s throat when you gagged around her.
Tears pooled in your eyes as the head of her cock hit the back of your throat, your hand finding its way around the rest of her that couldn’t quite fit. You stroked her slowly, letting your head go up and down as you felt her free hand traveling across your back and landing on your nearly exposed cunt. The dress had ridden up enough to show off the panties you had worn just for her and she ran her finger along them, feeling your wetness seeping through the fabric. It didn’t take long before she pushed them to the side, letting her digits slowly seep into you in order for you to adjust to the newfound feeling. You instinctively pushed back into her, the bumps on the road causing her to nearly jolt inside of you. The vibrations sent from your mouth and to her length only encouraged the coil in her stomach waiting to snap.
“That feel good, sweetheart? Yeah, you love daddy’s fingers, don’t you?” The car pulled into your driveway and she quickly stopped and turned off the car. She adjusted her seat to lean back for more room, her free hand previously on the wheel now resting on top of your head. She guided you up and down while her digits slid in and out of you quickly with no remorse.
“Oh, baby, daddy loves hearing you choke on her cock. That’s it, good girl.” There was no warning besides the thrust of her hips when she came down your throat, chanting your name rapidly and squeezing her eyes shut. There were a few drops that oozed down her length, but you tried swallowing every little bit you could. She quirked her lips when watching you, desperate to feel and taste every part of her.
You were finally able to breathe as you disconnected from her cock, a small string of spit following suit. Your tongue instantly landed on the drops of cum that had escaped from your mouth, making her erection rise the more you suckled on the sensitive area.
“You’re such a cock-hungry whore, milking me fucking dry.” She muttered through gritted teeth, letting her fingers ease out of your warm walls as you went to sit up.
“Did I do good, daddy?” You asked with faux innocence, knowing just how much it drew her crazy. She groaned, pressing her lips against yours as she tasted herself on your lips. Her tongue slipped through your mouth while her hand rested on the side of your face to pull you in closer.
“Oh, you did so good for me, love. I’m so, so proud of my girl.” She muttered against your lips, letting her fingers that were covered in your juices replace her mouth. You sucked on them without hesitation, staring at her through hooded eyes that had her bucking into nothing.
“Stay here.” She quickly left the car after zipping her pants back up, walking to your side of the car and, once again, opening the door for you. She didn’t give you time to move as she quickly grabbed you by the waist, tossing you over her shoulder and giving a small smack to your ass before rushing inside the house. You couldn’t see much in the rooms full of no brightness, that was until she entered the bedroom and switched the light on.
You felt yourself being tossed on the bed as she quickly unbuttoned her shirt and removed her pants, leaving her in just the undergarments she had chosen for the night. She quickly did the same to you, eager to see you naked and open for her.
“Come on, pretty girl, let me see you.” Her arms were at either side of her head as she leaned down to kiss you passionately, leading a hand to her crotch where she palmed herself.
“You see that, baby? You’ve made me so fucking hard, I just need to be inside you already.” You looked down and noticed her cock straining in her boxers.
“Please take them off, I want to see you…all of you.” You murmured, hooking your fingers on each of the straps on her bra. You pulled them down her shoulders and let them rest loosely on her arms while you then ventured to her back where the clasp was the only thing keeping you from seeing her breasts. You silently asked permission which you were granted and then let the clothing fall, sucking in a deep breath when you eyed her bare chest.
While you were too entranced in toying with her hardened nipples, you hadn’t noticed her length prodding at your hole. She didn’t bother to slip on a condom, there had never been an issue where she couldn’t pull out in time.
“Ah! Wait, it- it hurts, a lot.” She bit her lip to suppress any sounds that could escape her when she felt your warm walls clamping around her with a strong hold.
“God, you’re so fuckin’ tight, baby girl. Is this all for daddy, hm?” She asked, gathering your wetness on her fingertips only to lick them off moments later. She moaned at the taste, acting like a starved animal with how hungry she was for you.
It wasn’t long until you gave her the okay to move and you soon after felt her slowly deepening inside of you. The intrusion had you whining, but she was quick to shut you up with her own.
“Just- just a little more, you can take it.” She leaned down to rest her face on your shoulder blade, her nostril placed against your neck where she could still smell residents of your perfume.
“You’re taking me so well, baby.” She pecked your neck softly, smiling when you giggled at the sensation.
“Is it okay to move?” She asked after a minute of silence. She was so deep inside of you, you could feel her pelvis bone hitting yours.
“Yeah…yeah, you can move.” Your eyes squeezed shut when you felt the movements inside of you start back up again. It wasn’t as painful as it was pleasurable, but there were still small swabs of discomfort as her tip pressed against your womb repeatedly.
“Only I get to fuck this pussy, you got that?” You nodded in response to her question. “You belong to me, you belong to daddy, baby.”
“I- fuck! I- I belong to you, daddy.” Her hips quickened in their pace as you tumbled into spews of nonsense and jumbled words. You wrapped your legs around her waist as they pressed onto the skin of her ass, your breathy moans and pants only further turning on the blonde.
“Aww, is your daddy fucking you that good, darling?” She mocked a pout, watching the tears slip down your cheeks, ruining your mascara. You didn’t wear makeup often, but you wanted to make this one day special, and, god, did you exceed your aspirations.
She grasped your hips in both hands and lifted you up ever so little, smirking when she realized how badly the angle affected you.
“Yes! Right there! Right fucking there, Scar!” You yelped out when feeling a slap against your skin, the pain only causing an even higher-pitched moan to leave you.
“That’s not my fucking name.” You apologized weakly as your hands grasped onto any part of her they could find. They went to her shoulders and soon traveled down her back with your sharpened nails leaving claw-like marks. She hissed in pain when she felt blood being drawn, but it only made her harden her thrusts.
“Who would ever think such a sweet, innocent girl like you could be such a dirty little slut?” She sunk her teeth into your neck and felt your legs shaking around her body.
“You gonna cum, pretty girl?”
“Yeah, need to cum so badly, daddy.” You whimpered, grinding your teeth together in order for some sort of blockage to your loud noises, you knew there would be complaints later on if you didn’t.
“You think you deserve to cum?”
“Please, daddy, I’ve been so good, been such a good girl for you. I- I made you cum already, and- ah!” She licked over the bruising areas on your neck to soothe the pain, hoping it would cause some sort of relief.
“And what, sweetheart?” You struggled to let the words out, but they came pouring out of you before you could stop them.
“And I want you to cum…inside me. Please, daddy? Will you make your little girl a mommy?” She moaned at the title you gave yourself, her hips stuttering in their movements. She knew she was nearing her breaking point, and your pleas weren’t helping her from preventing it.
“You want daddy’s cum, huh? Oh, I bet you’d look so beautiful carrying my child.” You were both about to snap, the dirty talk only seeming to quicken it.
“Let me have your babies, daddy, cum inside me.” You begged in a quiet whisper, almost instantly after feeling warm spurts of her release coating your walls.
“Fuck, I’m- I’m gonna make you a mommy, baby girl, I promise.” The coil in your stomach snapped as you came with a silent scream, your nails once again digging into your wife’s skin.
Scarlett felt your juices coating her cock while hers continued to unload deep inside of you. She knew there was no chance of you not getting pregnant after this, the lifetime goal and dream shared by you two finally being fulfilled.
“You just needed me to fuck some sense back into you, huh?” You chuckled breathlessly and felt her length slowly departing from you. She watched as cum oozed out of you, only for her to collect every last drop with her fingers and push it back inside the best that she could. She smiled to herself when imagining a few months from now when you’d both soon be mommies.
“Happy anniversary, pretty girl.” You heard being mumbled into your neck, the sensation tickling your skin and causing you to giggle. The woman smiled from behind you, the blanket being the only thing to cover your naked bodies.
“Happy anniversary, Scar.” You held onto her arms that were wrapped around you, finding her warmth to be a sense of comfort. You both let out content sighs and held one another close, hoping to bask in every second of this moment.
“Mommy! Momma! Wake up, it’s pancake day!” Your three-year-old daughter yelled, bursting through the door to your bedroom. You internally groaned when you felt her jumping on top of you, poking at your face, and laughing when you grimaced.
“C’mon, mommy, I want pancakes!” You wished to have her type of energy at nearly eight in the morning, but you assumed it would leave her system in a couple of years.
“Baby, it’s me and mommy’s day today, just give us five more minutes, okay?” Your wife murmured, clearly upsetting the younger girl who gasped in shock. She climbed over to her already snoring form and let her knee dig into her ribcage.
“Don’t hurt momma, Rosie.” She looked back over at you, giving you her best glare that was a mix between anger and her puppy dog eyes. You always said she looked just like your wife.
“Don’t be on her side, mommy.” You sighed and, within only ten minutes, which was surprisingly fast for you, made a compromise with your daughter. She’d let you two shower and get dressed while she could help herself to some more playing time with her dolls.
The moment your daughters' footsteps echoed away, your wife turned to you, kissing up your arm and reaching to your neck where she whispered, “You think we have time for a quickie?”
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wandanatsgf · 25 days
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If You're Gonna Lie
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Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader
Word Count: 691
Summary: You know she's cheating, but you'd rather hear her lies than leave her
Warnings: This is kinda sad and contains smut so read at your own risk.
You knew being an avenger and dating a fellow avenger was going to be hard work. You knew you’d go through a lot together, but you never expected this.
The red wine sits untouched in the glass you had poured for her. Her dinner has gone cold by now. She said she would be here tonight, but once again she blew you off.
Giving up, you chug her glass and yours before putting them in the dishwasher. Next you throw out her dinner and put the plate in the dishwasher as well and pack up all of the leftovers.
You should’ve known better. You should’ve known she would blow you off again. She seemed to be doing that a lot lately. You knew what was going on, but it was easier to believe her lies than to believe she was cheating.
You can feel tears threatening to escape, but you refuse to let them fall.
In the middle of your thinking, the woman of the hour walks in the door.
“I’m so sorry baby. I had to work late. This mission was just crazy,” she tells you. You know it’s a lie, but you’d rather hear her lies than see her leave.
“It’s alright baby. I know how hard work is,” you tell her. The words taste bitter in your mouth, but you choose to ignore that.
“Do you want some dinner? I’ve got some leftovers in the fridge.”
“I think I’d much rather have dessert first,” she says. You know she's doing this to reassure you and probably herself, and you let her. She walks towards you and places her hands on your hips and her lips on your lips.
She tastes like merlot, the merlot he gave her, and cherries. It’s a deadly combination to you. It’s addicting and you hate it. You crave it but you know you should leave. Yet you kiss her back fervently. Your hands tangle themselves in her red locks.
Natasha walks the two of you backwards so that you are pressed up against the kitchen counter. She helps you up, never taking her lips off of you.
Natasha positions herself in between your hips and slowly trails her lips down your neck.
“Nat please,” you beg. You can feel your core getting wetter and wetter the more she touches you.
“Please what baby? What do you want?”
“I want you Nat please. Please fuck me."
Wordlessly Natasha pulls her lips away from you and drops to her knees in front of you. She pulls your shorts and underwear off in one quick motion before going to town on your heat.
“Fuck Nat,” you hear yourself say. Nat wraps her lips around your clit and sucks. Your hips buck up against her mouth and you let out a porn star like moan.
You can feel yourself getting closer with every lick and suck. Your hips start to move like crazy and your moans become uncontrollable. You can feel Natasha smile against your pussy.
"Come on detka. Be a good girl and cum for me," she breathily lets out. At her words you feel the coil in your stomach unwind. Your release coats Nat's tongue and she continues to lick you until you are squirming away from her touch.
Natasha removes herself from your pussy and stands up. She kisses you softly and you can feel yourself melting against her lips.
"I love you," she whispers softly. You choose to ignore the stinging in your chest when you hear her words.
"I love you too."
After Natasha actually eats food you had prepared, the two of you spend the night with her in between your legs and vice versa. When she finally tires, she sweetly kisses you goodnight. She wraps her body around yours and quickly drifts off.
But your thoughts are running too fast to sleep. As you lay intertwined with Natasha you can feel tears threatening to spill. You hate yourself for staying, but you love her so much. You pretend she still loves you and that her words still mean something, because at the end of the day she comes home to you. Not him.
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notlhecxzsa · 10 months
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Accidents - Scarlett Johansson
Hiii, this is a very very sensitive fic and everything is not a real happenstance. Hope you enjoy!
WARNING ⚠️: Forced sex, super mean drunk Scarlett, physical abused, mental abused, hurt reader.
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You never had a very good past relationships.
But, that was before Scarlett.
At the age of eighteen, you started having boyfriends who did nothing but to hurt you, mentally, and sometimes... physically. You had 3 boyfriends inside of 5 years, 18 to 23, and that was it, you are now 29.
You were done with love, you've always been saying that to yourself after the last relationship you had, which very far much more toxic that the two just broke you mentally, but the last one didn't just broke you mentally, he physically hurt you.
You were a broken chaotic mess for almost 3 years, not believing in love anymore and the other things along that word, but everything changed when you met Scarlett. Scarlett changed everything, so willingly, she badly wanted you to be hers, just as she will be yours that she didn't gave up on courting you even though it took her 3 years, almost 4.
You two met, instantly clicked on, became best friends till she caught feelings for you, which she soon confessed. She knew about your past relationships, hell, she knew about everything. She became your shoulder to lean on, and you became her new found hope to continue on living inside her dull world that is full of toxicity with having sex with random girls, or random artists and going off to the club as her rest.
To say the least, she understand why you were very scared on letting her in to you romantically, though, you would be lying if you said that you didn't caught any feelings for the woman. Ever since the two of you developed your relationship, you felt it, you saw it, you're not an idiot to not see her obvious movements and steps that is screaming the words; "I Like You."
You knew it from the start, and then she confessed, but you weren't ready for anything. But, Scarlett being the charming woman she is, and ofcourse, with all her wealth, she did everything just to get you.
She changed, for you.
She changed you, just like how you changed her.
She stopped sleeping around, she focused on her work, but the rest of her time was spent on you without fail. Though, being a doctor can be a really busy job at times, it didn't stopped Scarlett to woo you and was determined to wait hours and hours until you're free. Most of the timesz she would always find herself outside of your footsteps, outside the house that your parents brought for you for your 25th birthday, wanting you to stop renting. She would always have something in her hands that she brought for you, most of the times, it was foods and anything that she thinks you might like, or anything the she likes for you to wear.
God, everything she'd done for you.
You guys are now 7 months in a relationship, everything was going well, no fights or anything bad has happened between the two of you, fortunately. Until, now.
You went to a party, a friend of hers, she wanted you to tag along, she always wanted you to tag along, being this cocky woman she is, wanting to show everyone that she got the most beautiful girl, it was no lie though, you are a very beautiful girl, a worth giving everything up for.
Along the years, you glowed up, becoming into this woman that looks so well written by a goddess, everyone wants you but, mostly for pleasure, nonetheless, it was no lie that anyone could easily fell for you.
But, being described as that brought some cons to you.
Being sexualized here and there, recieving so many catcalls, some would get have the pass cards, but not when you're with Scarlett, who will definitely punch the shit out of them not even a second.
But, right now, someone's making you feel very, very uncomfortable, and Scarlett's not here, infact, she's nowhere to be seen, which you mentally cursed her for taking so long to wherever she went.
"Come on, don't be such a stranger, sweet face. Why don't we go and have some fun, I'm sure it's lonely to be alone..." A drunken, beefy man from your side, who is invading your personal space already, said drunkenly.
You wanted to get up, maybe punch his face if you would get a chance since he's been bothering you for what felt like an hour already, then run to Scarlett, and get enveloped in her beefy arms.
But, this man got you caged in his arms, almost caged in his arms. And you were scared, you're not really that good in socializing, and running from him would for sure will bring some audience to look at you, and Scarlett might come looking for you in just a few seconds already, so you just scooted as far as you can, only for the man to pull the stool you're sitting on closer to him, almost making tears welled up in your eyes, thankfully, you girlfriend is just in time.
"Hey!"
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You don't know where she was going with her hurtful words.
She was a bit tipsy. A little bit tipsy for your liking.
It wasn't your fault. You know it wasn't your fault. You tried your best to make him go away, she might now saw that, but she saw how you scooted away from him before a fight between her broke out. Leaving the man's face bleeding before she practically gripped your wrist while her other hand went to your waist possessively.
She was almost carrying you out, she guided you to your seat in the red sports car she owned out of many. She slammed the door in front of your face, too harshly for your liking, it made you flinch, it made the beats of your heart became fast than it already was.
God, you know, it wasn't your fault. But, right now, it feel like it is. With all the words being thrown at you as soon as you both stepped inside the house, you following after her, wanting to know what's gotten her upset, wanting to know why she didn't hold you like she does whenever she sees you like this, in fear.
You were very scared.
Now, you felt more scared with her actions and confused with the way she's treating you right now.
Maybe, she wasn't just a little bit tipsy after all.
"I told you that I would get back immediately. I went to get us some drinks, but then you decided to whore yourself around behind my back. What were you thinking, Y/n?" She shouted, throwing the set of keys on the coffee table as you followed her to the living room.
You watched as she paced around the room, while you just stand there with your arms around yourself, as if it will protect you on what is coming. As if it would give you the comfort that you lack off, the comfort that Scarlett could only give.
She rubbed her face up and down with both of her hands, before the both of it raked her pixie hair. "Fuck, Y/n!" She stomped her foot on the ground, before turning around to look at you appropriately.
Her suit is messy and her sweats are a around the place. You don't know where she was being mad and upset about. Her words hurt. It was the first time she called you that, this was the first time she acted like this around you.
You didn't like the way she is acting.
The way she cursed your name in a harshly manner.
The way she was so mad at you for no complete reason.
"Wh-why are- w-what are you saying-" You couldn't even get to finish your sentence when she was again, shouting at you.
"Oh please..." She laughed as if it was funny, but now, tears were already streaming down your face as your heart started to hurt badly. She was drunk, maybe she can't see you clearly, she can't see the tears and how you started shaking so badly. "Don't act so innocent now. God, fuck!" She shouted once again, pacing around the room.
"How- god, Y/n. You don't- you don't know how that hurt me-" You couldn't help but to cut her off. What did hurt her? Did something hurt her the way you were hurting right now?
"What did? Did- did I do something-" Once again, it feels like you weren't allowed to talk when she cut you off, storming towards you that you couldn't help but walk backwards in fear.
"Who fucking told you to interrupt me?!" She was screaming straight to your face, before you felt her strong hands gripping your small biceps.
"Ah, Scar-" You whimpered, and she seemed to snapped out a little as she took her hands back before turning  around, her hands on her head as if she's going crazy.
You think so too.
She's going crazy.
She's hurting you.
You were sobbing when you heard her sniffles. 
She once again turned around to face you, there was something dark and dull in her eyes. You knew, in that moment, she's not the Scarlett you know. And, you could only pray to the gods above to bring that Scarlett back to save you from this woman in front of you.
She walked towards you until she was towering over you already. You couldn't help but to bow your head and tighten your arms around yourself.
"Do you know him?" She asked in a very darkened voice, you can't tell if it was just the alcohol speaking or it was really her. Your Scarlett.
"N-no, I don't..." This time you looked up at her, while you felt ome of her arm coming up to one of your biceps gripping it just as tight as earlier, that you tried to get away because of how much it hurts.
"The truth, Y/n. Tell me thr truth." Now, one of her hands was gripping both of your jaws, you couldn't help but to hold her wrist with both hands, but she was strong.
Much more stronger than you.
You couldn't get away because she was holding you bicep tightly.
Can't she hear your sobs? She once said it hurt her to see you crying, in pain, but now, she seems like a very different person.
Maybe, this was just a dream. A bad dream that you need to awake.
"It's the truth, Scarlett. P-please, believe me..." You tried to take deep breaths because you felt you chest tightening along with your anxiety starting to kick in. "Please..." You begged to the unknown shakily.
She only chuckled a little before harshly taking her hand off of your face, making your face turn to the other side, before she once again, dragged you up into the stairs, then to your room.
Your feet was barely touching the floor as you tried to keep up with her big and heavy steps.
"S-Scarlett, it hurts..." You tried so hard to take your arm back, but to no avail, you didn't. Your heart is beating so loudly, it feels like it wants to get out of your chest as your mind started to spiraling into the darkess unknown where you found yourself being into years ago.
You don't want to get back there.
Oh god, you don't want to go back.
Moments ago, you found yourself trying to be set free from her painful grasp, but now, you found yourself being so defeated that you just conceded to the defeat and just let her have you in ways that you didn't know she'll have you.
You found yourself being forced down on the soft king bed, both of your wrists were gripped tightly by one of her hand on top of your head, her other hand forcing one of your legs apart.
God, she was so strong while towering you over.
She was ripping you apart with her manhood, she already taken you while being bent over to the bed, your feet was barely touching the floor, it was now the second time that she forced a climax in you.
You felt your body getting in and out of consciousness as you continued receiving hittings everywhere her hands chose to land on.
You just know that tomorrow, you will be black and blue. Bruises will be littered on your skin. God, how did you go to this?
You pleas and begs seemed to be unheard by her. Your loud and broken cries was muffled by her bruising kiss whenever she would put her lips on yours.
"Scarlett! P-please... Stop! R-red! Red! I-I can't- I can't anymore. It hurts!" You started, only to be smacked in the face.
"Isn't this what you want? Huh? I'm giving you what you want, Y/n! Or, you like it more when it's that man who's doing this. Do you like that? I bet you do." There comes her sinister laugh, before you knew it, she was already throwing you to the floor before continued to rutting in you.
Your vision started to become blurry, until your voice started to become slurry. You felt wet liquid started to stream its way down on your face starting on your forehead down to the floor.
You were laying on your stomach, she was moving so harshly and so fast behind you. The pain was too much that you starting to feel numb.
You felt your chest becoming more tight, and before you knew it, darkness have already swallowing you over.
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natashaslittlegirl · 10 months
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Professor - WandaNat
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Summary: Wanda knew that she failed her last exam, she showed up without having studied, what she also knew, is that her favorite professor is disappointed, so she has to make it up to her.
Professor!Natasha Romanoff x Student!Wanda Maximoff
Smut, top!Natasha, bottom!Wanda, teasing, masturbation (W), vaginal fingering (W receiving), praise and degrading kink, choking (N to W), dirty talk, overstimulation, orgasm control, hair pulling, spanking (W receiving(just one))
Words count: 2300+
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Wanda had shown up to take her literature exam without having studied, not because she didn't want to, she was one of the best students in the entire university and Miss Romanoff's favorite. She just forgot, disappointing her favorite teacher, feeling bad about it.
Natasha, in addition to being stressed by having to do more than ten lectures a week, her perfect student was failing her.
The student who always present her essays and exams on time, the one who helped her carry her things to her office and with whom she had wet dreams almost every night. It was no surprise to Natasha that she liked Wanda, the girl was totally beautiful and perfectly her type. In addition to the fact that she sometimes showed herself with those slightly revealing outfits that left a lot to imagination.
And she was always looking for a way to stay after class, either with a question or just to tell her some fun fact, which she found very adorable.
She knew that Wanda liked her, her looks weren't discreet at all, she shamelessly undressed her in front of the whole class. One smirk at her and Wanda was already squeezing her thighs, and this could be seen clearly since she was sitting right in front of her desk. Every time she goes with her short little skirts, Natasha can't help but devour her with her gaze, discreetly while everyone do her lecture.
One day Wanda had stayed after class to clear up some doubts, sitting next to her at the desk, her bare thighs almost touching hers, and Natasha couldn't resist placing her hand on them, squeezing it and listening to the sweet moan that scape out of Wanda's mouth. After that, she knew she had to be with her one way or another, how could a mere sound from her leave her so frustrated? How could a twenty year old girl have her like that? She didn't know if it was because of the fact that Wanda was younger or the interest she showed, the attention she sought or the simple fact that her beauty incited her to sin.
Today, a Friday like any other, in the last class of the day, Literature 101 of Professor Romanoff, Wanda was perfectly seated in her chair in front of her desk.
In one of her short skirts, her thigh-high stockings, and a black shirt, she was beautiful and fucking hot.
Natasha's first thought was how good her student would look tied up and bending over on her desk. Not very appropriate of her, but that only stayed in a little place of her mind. It wasn't strange for the two of them to share those lustful glances, Wanda never thought that she could go beyond a simple flirt or a bit of tease. Miss Romanoff seemed untouchable, with all her authority and her tight suits, with her rasping voice and her serious look.
All this little game between the two was consuming them, there were countless times that Wanda had to go to her room practically running to touch herself thinking in her professor, or the number of times that she daydreamed in class wishing that Natasha could take her anywhere in the room.
"Afternoon everyone, let's begin in page 57, who wants to read?" Natasha started class promptly at six in the evening.
Carol Danvers raised her hand for Miss Romanoff to give her the word, then beginning to read a text by Alan Poe. Wanda boiled with jealousy every time Natasha gave her a smirk or preferred the blonde instead of her. She already knew that Carol wanted to be the teacher's pet, which irritated her even more. She fixed her eyes with frowning brows on her professor, who didn't spare her a glance, concentrating on what Carol was reading.
So she decided to fiddle with the buttons on her shirt, undoing one by one until she reached her breasts and that's when she got the attention she wanted. Natasha's gaze fell on her hands, as her fingers ran up and down the fabric, watching her teacher swallow and clear her throat.
Wanda also knew that Natasha must be angry with her, for failing her last test and taking into account the looks of her teacher towards her today, she thought about taking the next step. With her provocative outfit already planned and without wearing panties she was going to convince her.
The two hours of the lecture passed, ending the class, a class in which Natasha was left frustrated trying not to pay attention to her student.
Everyone was leaving while Wanda stayed sat in her chair, crossing her legs feeling how wet she already was. It was time to go home since all classes were over. Once the last student left, Wanda got up from her chair and walked over to her professor's desk.
"Miss Romanoff, can we talk?" she said innocently as Natasha turned, looking her up and down.
"Let's go to my office, Miss Maximoff." She speak to her in an angry and harsh tone, making Wanda shudder. She took her things and followed her to her office, her gaze glued to her body until Natasha sat down behind her desk. "What do you want, Miss Maximoff?" Natasha didn't want to look at her, she was angry.
"Talking about my exam but, are you not going to call me Wanda anymore?"
"It's the same, I call you by your last name."
"Yeah, but I like the way you say my name more," Wanda sat in the chair opposite, starting to play with the edge of her skirt, which had risen up exposing almost all her skin, "why are you angry, Natasha?"
"I'm not mad, I'm disappointed in you, how could you fail the exam, you're the best at everything" She let out a snarl, finally looking up to her eyes but quickly drifting to her thighs.
"Let me make it up to you." a smirk appeared on Wanda's face as she got up to lock the door.
"What are you doing, Wanda?" She walked slowly over to where Miss Romanoff was, sitting down at her desk putting her legs on each side of Natasha's chair.
"Tell me what you want and I'll do it." Natasha's eyes were dark and a thousand possibilities flashed through her mind.
"This is wrong." She growled, trying not to look at her student, who was spread-legged sitting in front of her.
"We both want it, I see how you look at me and you know the reaction you cause in me, Miss Romanoff, don't play dumb." Wanda's hand went to Natasha's chin, forcing her to look into her eyes, "you want it as much or more than me."
"Touch yourself." Natasha leaned back in her chair with a smirk on her face, watching as Wanda's hands began to unbutton her shirt, revealing that she was not wearing a bra.
She squeezed her breasts, her fingers pricking her already hard nipples, stealing a moan from her. Wanda was dripping on the desk, she was sure, Natasha's gaze was burning her. Without being asked, her hand went under until it was between her legs, lifting her skirt to revealing her that she wasn't wearing panties either.
"Such a slut you are, Wanda." The raspy voice of her teacher made her walls clenched to nothing, beginning to rub her already swollen and neglected clit, "Who knew, the perfect student would be such a little slut."
"Fuck." Wanda sighed, running her fingers over her folds, gathering her liquids to then inserting a finger into hers.
"Slower." Natasha was beginning to guide her, never taking her gaze from her dripping pussy, as her finger disappeared inside her so slowly that Wanda could cry from it.
"Please." A small blush appeared on her cheeks, she wanted to go faster, but she couldn't disobey Natasha. She couldn't disappointed her, again.
"No." Wanda let out a whimper, trying to keep up the same speed.
"I need more, please."
"Another one." Wanda quickly inserted another finger inside her, curling them, touching hers G spot. "Faster."
She began to speed up her movements, feeling the knot in her stomach under her, moans coming from her mouth as her fingers moved in and out of her.
"What a pretty sounds you make, let's see what others I can get out of that beautiful mouth of yours."
One of Natasha's hands went to her neck, grabbing it and squeezing it, ripping a strangled moan from Wanda's throat.
"I-I'm gonna cum" the grip on her neck tightened.
"No, you are not allowed to cum." Natasha stood up, staying between her legs to now whisper in her ear, "I'm the only one who's going to make you cum, understand?"
Wanda agreed without stopping moving her fingers inside her, until the hand that was on her neck went to her wrist, making her stop, taking it out to put the wet fingers in her mouth. Natasha licked her fingers clean, their dark eyes locked as Wanda was panting for air with her parted lips.
"Get down and bend over on the desk." She did as she was told, now she was with her stomach pressed against the wood table, her arms around her head and her legs slightly spread.
Natasha positioned herself behind her, pressing into her hips causing Wanda to push back. Her professor's hands lifted her skirt, leaving it coiled around her waist while one of Natasha's feet hit her legs to separate them from her.
"Such a dirty girl you are, coming to university without panties, do you think that's a good thing, Wanda?" She reminded silent, a hand slammed into her ass, "Answer me."
"Yes," she let out her answer with a sigh.
"Look how wet you are, pathetically dripping like a slut, does it turn you on? Does the fact that I'm about to fuck you turn you on?" Natasha put her index finger at her entrance, not thrusting it in or moving it.
"Yes, so much, you turn me on so much, please." Wanda couldn't handle so much arousal anymore, she needed her to touch her now.
"You don't deserve it, you fail your exam, you have an attitude towards me, you come without panties and on top of that you spent all your time teasing me in class."
"You want this more than me, Miss Romanoff, we both know it. I know you want to touch me until I can't handle it anymore." Natasha lets out a laugh, in fact, Wanda is right, she wants to fuck her until she doesn't have a drop of cum anymore.
"On top of that, do you have the nerve to talk back to me? Oh, little girl, you don't know what you're getting yourself into."
She was about to answer when two of her fingers entered her suddenly, stealing a dry moan from her throat.
"You make a noise and I'll stop." Natasha inserted her fingers hard, making the desk move and making it increasingly difficult for Wanda to hold back her moans.
She leaned over, laying on top of her student to grab her hair with her other hand, forming a ponytail to pull her up, Wanda tried not to make a sound, but it was impossible when Natasha curled her fingers inside her.
"Oh, looks like we'll stop here." She feint to remove her fingers.
"No, no! please, I'm so close, please!" Wanda literally cried out.
"Then beg for it, beg or I won't continue." Natasha's lips were glued to her neck, sucking on it without caring if she left marks or not.
"Please, Natasha, keep fucking me, do whatever you want to me!" Wanda was desperate, tears began to form in her eyes, trying to move her hips down against her teacher's hand.
"Such a needy slut, you're being pathetically desperate, Wanda," Natasha sucked on her earlobe to whisper in her husky voice, "and I fucking love it." She began to move her fingers again, grabbing her neck pressing her body with hers.
"Let me cum, Miss Romanoff, pl-" Natasha squeeze her neck, cutting of her words.
"Shut the fuck up." Wanda was about to pass out, the pressure in her lower stomach was becoming unbearable. Tears rolling on her face, her part lips panting for air and Natasha still thrusting in her was too much.
And then, she stopped. Her professor stopped.
"What the f-" Wanda was about to protest when Natasha pulled her fingers out to turn her around, sitting her on the desk and putting them back inside her. "Oh fuck fuck." She moaned at the sight of Natasha's lustful eyes looking at her.
"I want to look at you while you fall apart, so pretty." Natasha let her know that, she always told her that she was pretty, but this context was totally different.
"Please let me."
Natasha nodded, watching how Wanda tried to keep the eye contact but was impossible for her, shutting her eyes and leave out a loud scream, her professor's name was rolling out her mouth. Her body started to shake, the overstimulation taking her as Natasha keep thrusting her fingers in her.
The proud smirk on her face, like a child whose mischief turns out well, finally claiming her student's body.
Wanda was trying to recover, her chest raising and falling sharply. She opened her eyes to meet Natasha's intense gaze in her, her cheeks blushed and a light layer of sweat on her forehead.
"That was.." she said giggling.
"Yeah," Natasha took out her fingers to lick them, tasting her again. "you taste so good, I can't wait to eat you properly."
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𝒰𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓁 ℐ ℒℴ𝓈ℯ ℳ𝓎 ℬ𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓉𝒽
Relationship: amazon!lawyer Natasha Romanoff x petite!curvy female reader (Big Red and Peach, NLLYL AU)
Words: ~5.2k
Summary: You and Nat don’t even realize how badly you need each other until you finally meet. But even then, you don’t take the plunge without meddling from your asshole friends.
Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (f/f sex, f receiving oral sex, multiple orgasms, mommy kink), idiots in love, meet cute, slow burn, drunk awkward flirting, age gap (not explicitly stated but it’s there), size difference, fluff, SMUT!! 18+ ONLY!!
A/N: YAAAAAHHH! They are adorable and stupid and sweet and I need all of you to love them as much as I do, they are so precious. This new branch of the NLLYL AU is gonna kill me, just wait until we meet Thor…
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You grumbled to yourself as you downed another shot of tequila, glaring at the bottom of the glass and then at Sam when he tried to walk away with the bottle.
“Hey… uh oh.” Darcy’s smile fell when she wandered up to you and saw the look on your face, eyeing Sam warily when he poured you another shot and shrugged at her. “I was hoping to meet that date of yours, where’d he wander off to?”
“Dunno.” You took another shot and frowned to yourself as you adjusted the front of your costume. “But some leggy blonde bitch was with him.”
“Oh no…” Darcy decided to forego the ‘told you so’ for now since you were drunk, but she had warned you that dudes that were willing to admit they might have overlapped the relationship they had before with yours probably shouldn’t be trusted. “Fuck him, honey.”
“Fuck all men.” You toasted no one and tossed back another shot, nodding to Sam when you slammed your glass on the bar and leaning on Darcy pretty heavily as you waited for him to refill you. “Except you, Sammy, you’re great. And so is Bucky. That big sweetheart.”
“Uh-huh.” Sam reached out whip fast to catch you before you toppled off your bar stool, sighing when you giggled and tried to disguise a heave as a cough. “Maybe you should slow down, baby girl.”
“Hey.” You scowled adorably as you pawed at his chest, slapping his cheek in what you had meant to be an affectionate pat before sighing deeply. “You wanna end up on my shitlist? No? Then keep ‘em coming. Where is Bucky?”
“He’s over in the hall but maybe…” Darcy hissed when you started wobbling away, chasing after you as you sang to yourself and shooting an exasperated look at Sam. “Baby, you need to drink some water.”
“I’m fine, shut up.” You saw Bucky and clapped, pushing Darcy away when she attempted to corral you. “Hiya Buck! I missed you.”
“Did you… wow.” Bucky caught you when you stumbled, chuckling when you breathed a tequila thick cloud right in his face and giving you a moment to find your feet. “I think you took the drunk pirate costume a little too close to heart, honey. Where’s your date?”
“God, it’s like being at a party with my parents.” You rolled your eyes and tried to remain steady when you felt the shots starting to really hit you. “Probably sucking the face off some blonde bitch, we’ve decided he sucks.”
“I’m sorry, honey.” Bucky tweaked your nose when you blew a raspberry at him, turning his head when someone walked up and making you huff at the lack of attention. “Hey Nat.”
“Hi Buck, brought you another beer.”
You were fully prepared to tell whoever was taking up your much needed Bucky time to fuck off, but then you came face to… chest with the most incredible set of tits you’d ever seen in your life. There was only a moment for you to drunkenly scold yourself for that thought, because then you were looking up and up and up and…
“Wow, you’re pretty.” You forgot all about Bucky, grinning sloppily and almost careening over so your face really was in those amazing breasts before her hand was on your waist and you were giggling. “Really really pretty. Why haven’t I met you?”
“Oh, Bucky’s been hiding me, I’m shy.” Nat grinned at her friend over your shoulder when you tried to bat your eyelashes at her but it didn’t quite work since your eyelids were drooping, shaking her head when he gave her an inquisitive look and steadying you with a firm grip on your shoulders. “But he’s been hiding you too, I think. Look at how fucking cute you are.”
Your laugh almost hurt your ears, it was much more shrill than you had intended, a cackle really. Nat didn’t seem to mind though, beaming at you when you slapped her chest then apologized for feeling her up while you tried to step even closer to her.
“Stop, you can’t call me cute.” And she smelled amazing, she was like the warrior princess of your dreams. “Not when you’re walking around like a fucking wet dream. Seriously, why haven’t I met you?”
“Cutie, you’re gonna make me blush.” Nat shushed you when you giggled even more, taking a glass of water when Darcy handed it to her and holding it up to your lips. “I’ve just been busy. Now, why don’t you be a good girl for me and drink some water?”
“Mmmm, you call me a good girl and I’ll do whatever you want.” You gulped down water as she looked at you expectantly, leaning into her touch and sighing heavily when she took the glass away. “Oh my god, let’s go do karaoke!”
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“Good morning!” Darcy dropped the greasy burrito bag in front of you and chuckled when you heaved and buried your head in your arms. “How are we feeling today?”
“I shouldn’t be at work.” You winced when you picked your head up and the lights made your brain throb, grumbling as you pulled your breakfast out of the bag and started unwrapping it. “Why did you let me have tequila?”
“You forget that no one ‘lets’ you do anything.” Darcy sank into the chair next to yours and logged on, still giving you that shit eating grin that you hated. “All of us tried numerous times to get the tequila away from you and you always tried to scratch our eyes out. How much of last night do you remember?”
“I remember Troy being a fucking douchebag, setting up at the bar, and then…” you froze with a mouthful of burrito when panic started to set in, heat flushing through your whole body as you barely remembered to swallow your food and images from last night flashed through your head. “Did… did I hit on Bucky’s best friend?”
“Oh, you did more than that.” You didn’t even notice Darcy’s chuckling, too horrified at yourself to smack her like you normally would. “You serenaded her. You practically gave her a lap dance while you sang ‘Do You Wanna Touch’, I have it on video if you want to see.”
“Nooooooooo…” you were going to run away and become a mountain hermit, you could not believe you had made such an ass out of yourself in front of probably the most beautiful woman on the planet who was so much older than you and tall and put together and that was it, your life was over.
“Yes, it was a great time, everyone enjoyed it.” Darcy gave you a pat on the back when you sobbed and banged your head against the desk. “It’s fine, everyone will call you Joan Jett for a couple of weeks and then one of the guys will do something stupider and they’ll forget all about it.”
“But I won’t forget, oh my fucking god!” You vaguely remembered the gorgeous redhead helping you into your Uber and smiling at you when you told her you were going to climb her like a tree and call her mommy, and suddenly it felt like your burrito was about to come back up. “How the fuck am I supposed to face Bucky?!?!?”
“Hi Joan!” Damn it, it was like you’d summoned him, at least his smile was tinged with sympathy when he handed you a bottle of Gatorade. “How’s your head?”
“Who cares, Bucky!” You wanted the ground to open up and swallow you. “Please tell me I didn’t sexually harass your friend to the point where she never wants to see you again.”
“Nat? Don’t worry about her, she had a great time.” You couldn’t decide if that should make you feel better or worse. “Said if all my parties with coworkers are like that she’s gonna have to try to make it to every single one of them.”
“Of course she did.” You hated your life, you were going to give up drinking and sex and only get your enjoyment from food from now on. “Who wouldn’t have a good time watching someone make an absolute buffoon out of themselves while they’re shit faced? Please tell me I never have to face that woman?”
Bucky was about to reassure you when the door behind him opened suddenly and you squeaked and dove under the desk, looking over his shoulder and sighing when Nat was there. She looked relaxed and incredibly pleased with herself, nodding at Bucky when he sighed with exasperation and coming to lean on the counter right above where you were hiding while she chuckled as you asked if she was gone yet.
“Hey, cutie?” Nat was trying not to laugh too much when you squeaked again then whined when the table thumped after you cracked your head against it. “Sweetheart, I think you might be missing your wallet.”
You were, you hadn’t been able to find it this morning and ended up hopping the turnstile so you could make it to work on time. Nat was giving you what you could only describe as a look of warm amusement when you finally crawled out from underneath the desk to face her, she was so gorgeous, and you looked like warmed over vomit, this was potentially the worst day of your life. She was holding your wallet between two fingers as she smirked at you, watching you closely while you took it from her and biting her lip in a way that didn’t make you feel anything.
“Where did you find it?” She was freaking you out, you couldn’t get a read on her.
“Hmm, you gave it to me.” You had shoved it down the front of her costume, but seeing how small you looked right now made her think it might not be the best idea to bring that fact up. “You said you were going to give me your card and told me to call you, then gave me the whole wallet.”
“My card? It’s not the nineties.” You hated your life. “Thank you for bringing it back, you could’ve just given it to Bucky, though.”
“But then I couldn’t have seen you again.” That smile was going to knock you on your ass, she was so unnerving. “And I’d take any excuse to see a pretty thing like you.”
“Shut up.” You rolled your eyes and scoffed when she winked at you, what a fucking tease. “Don’t flirt with me, I already feel like shit.”
“That’s not what I want, sweetheart.” She couldn’t get enough of that sassy look on your face, just wanted to eat you up. “You should feel good all the time.”
“Bucky, tell your friend I have to work.” You tried not to feel too warm and bubbly when she kept grinning at you, play flirting was not what you needed right now. “But thank her for bringing my wallet back.”
“You are so very welcome, sweet girl.” She shook her head as she straightened back up. “Pretty as a peach. Let’s go get some coffee, Barnes. You ladies want anything?”
“No thanks.” Darcy still had that damn grin on her face once they were gone and now you were itching to smack her. “Um, why were you rude to someone who was clearly hitting on you?”
“She was not hitting on me.” You snorted as you started digging back into your burrito and focusing on your screen. “Have you seen her? She’s an amazon sex goddess, she’s not going to hit on me.”
“You… oh my god, you’re so fucking stupid.” Darcy wanted to bang her head against the wall, you were too stubborn for your own good. “She’s into you.”
“No she’s not.”
“She is, you fucking moron.”
“She is not, you balloon chested bimbo.”
“Hey!” Darcy balled up a tissue and threw it at you, sticking her tongue out when you scowled at her. “That was mean, you lollipop guild reject. And yes she is.”
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“You wanna tell me what exactly you’ve been doing these past few months?” Bucky frowned at Nat when she tried to act like she was paying attention to the game behind him and sipped her beer innocently.”
“Not quite sure what you mean.” She knew exactly what he meant, but she wasn’t going to admit to anything when he was giving her that stern father look.
“Uh-huh.” Bucky loved her, but getting the woman to open up was like trying to crack a walnut with his bare hands. “Don’t think I’ve seen you around the precinct so much since I started there.”
“I’m just helping my clients.” She should’ve ordered vodka if she knew the conversation was heading this way. “It’s my job.”
“Every single client that comes through the 82?” Bucky tapped the bar top while she still avoided his gaze. “Because I seem to remember Matt and Maria handling most of them, since you’re the face of the firm.”
“Excuse me for taking a more hands on approach.” Nat managed to flag down the bartender and finally ordered her vodka. “I’m a philanthropist.”
“You’re full of shit.” Bucky rolled his eyes when she just shrugged. “You need to spend so much time at the front desk every time you come in?”
“I have to fill out paperwork.” She sipped on her new drink and sighed as she finally turned her attention to him. “And it’s nice chatting with the girls.”
“Both of them?” He tried not to grin when she blushed and stared at the bottom of her glass, reaching out to cover her hand with his and giving her a small squeeze. “Natasha, you haven’t slept with anyone in two months.”
Nat hated when Bucky looked at her like that, like he knew all her secrets better than she did. Of course she’d been hanging around the precinct and flirting like an idiot, she couldn’t stop thinking about you. Feisty, sassy, ‘take no shit from anyone’ you. Everything about you was so fucking cute, especially when you gave her that massive fucking attitude whenever she flirted with you. All she wanted was to pick you up and kiss you stupid to get you to quit running that smart mouth. She thought she’d done a good job of hiding her feelings, though.
Damn Bucky for being able to read her like a damn book.
“That doesn’t mean anything.” It meant everything, she loved sex, but she didn’t want to have it with anyone else. “I’m busy.”
“Would you quit lying.” Bucky leaned forward and bonked her head with his, smiling when she pouted at him and kissing her cheek. “You have big feelings for the little lady, so why don’t you admit it and finally ask her out?”
All she wanted was to ask you out, but it fucking terrified her.
Which was ridiculous. She could have anyone she wanted with the crook of her finger. Men and women fell on their fucking knees for the chance at just one night with her. They would eat out of the palm of her hand and they would thank her when she sent them on their way with just a cup of coffee and a fancy pastry in the morning.
But you?
You weren’t interested. Every time she flirted you would just dismiss her and tell her you had too much to do, even when you called her beautiful. You would always call her mean for being such a tease and tell her the only reason you let her get away with that shit is because she was so gorgeous. Even after so many months she hadn’t worn you down at all, which was kind of cute, but also ridiculously frustrating. All she had managed was to glean some small kernels of personal information from you and hold onto them like they were the most precious things in the world, because damn it, she wanted to know everything about you.
“It’s just nice right now.” Nat rested her head on Bucky’s shoulder and blew out an exasperated breath. “If I don’t ask, she can’t say no.”
“That’s what you’re scared of?” Bucky kissed the top of her head when she nodded. “Holy shit, babe. I don’t think you’ve ever even considered rejection a possibility, this is one for the books.”
“Shut up.” Nat scrunched up her face when he wound his arm around her and gave her a squeeze. “She’s so fucking cute, it freaks me out.”
“Yeah.” He took a sip of his beer while he thought things over, rubbing her shoulder absentmindedly and chewing on his lips. “You’ve gotta ask though, I don’t think you have anything to worry about.”
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“You’re in such a fucking snit.” Darcy frowned at you after you snapped at her for nothing, rolling her eyes when you just sniffed and ignored her. “Just because your crush hasn’t been here in a whole week, you giant sap.”
“I’m not a sap, shut up.” You huffed and crossed your arms under your breasts with a pout. “I’m PMSing.”
“God, you’re a liar.” She tapped her fingers against the desk irritably when you just kept up the petulant facade. “You want to see her, you’re mad she hasn’t been around, admit it.”
“I. Said. Shut. Up.” You wanted to kick her under the desk, she was so annoying. “I admit nothing.”
“Ugh, whatever, brat.” Darcy turned away from you when someone came up to the desk, grinning when she saw it was Bucky and ignoring your grumbling. “Hiya Bucky! Why hasn’t your friend stopped by in such a long time? It’s annoying my girl, and she’s starting to piss me off with her attitude.”
“My friend… Nat?” Bucky smiled and snuck a peek at you when Darcy nodded, the petulant look on your face a reminder of the friend they were talking about who was also ridiculously stubborn. “She was out of the city for a case, but she’s back now.”
“Oh really?” Darcy did not miss the way you straightened up a little at that, keeping her focus on Bucky while you tried to act like you weren’t listening. “Will she be stopping by anytime soon?”
“She’s actually coming by for lunch and should be here…” both of the meddlers grins got even wider when the door opened and the redhead walked in, ignoring her intrigued stare and turning back to each other. “Speak of the devil. Yours gonna quit being so snotty now?”
“Probably not.” Your squawked ‘snotty?’ was not acknowledged, Darcy still focused on Bucky and decidedly fed up with you being such a stubborn ass. “Don’t think she’ll quit being such a whiny little asshole until yours actually goes on a date with her.”
“Well, Nat was supposed to go out for drinks with me Friday but, gosh, I just remembered I have to wash my hair.” Now Bucky was ignoring Nat when she sighed indignantly. “So her night just freed up, isn’t yours off work?”
“Yes she is.” You were making so many offended noises but Darcy was past caring. “Seven o’clock should work well. Gimme her phone.”
“Yep.” Bucky managed to snatch it out of Nat’s hand before she could react, unlocking it and handing it to Darcy while she grabbed yours and did the same. “I’ll make sure she texts.”
“Me too.” Darcy winked when Bucky gave your phone back to her, waving when he ushered Nat out before she had a chance to protest then turning to beam at you while you just blinked stupidly. “You’re welcome, dumbass.”
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Nat had been staring at your door for three minutes.
Her nerves were being ridiculous. This was just a date. She went on dates all the time.
But this was with you.
It had taken a day for her to finally text you the word hi, then another day for you to text her hi back. And then it was like the floodgates had opened. The next three days the two of you were constantly talking whenever you had a moment, finding out everything about each other that you could and Nat smiling whenever a notification popped up like she was a fucking schoolgirl. She was utterly infatuated with you, it was freaking her out. And she loved it.
She finally knocked, holding her breath while she waited for you and grinning when she heard you trip over something and curse. As soon as the door opened she felt like her heart was going to burst through her chest, you looked so fucking beautiful.
The look on her face was making you feel faint, like your tongue was too thick for your mouth and your brain couldn’t function while you gazed up at her and tried not to swoon. You couldn’t believe it was actually happening, that the last few months hadn’t been some colossal joke at your expense. This woman actually wanted to go out with you.
“Hi.” Her voice sounded so fucking sexy, she was going to kill you.
“Hi.” You couldn’t think of anything else to say, licking your lips and trying not to whine when she growled softly.
Next thing you knew you were pinned to the wall in your tiny little entryway with the plushest set of lips you’d ever felt smashed against yours, barely registering your apartment door slamming closed as you whined at the way your toes were barely brushing the floor as Nat wound her arms around your waist. Even when she started kissing down the curve of your neck, you could still hardly breathe, whining when she purred against your skin and trying to focus your eyes but failing miserably.
“Wait, Nat.” You whined when she ducked even lower to gently kiss along the tops of your breasts, gasping when she gave you a hungry look as she sucked a bruise against your skin. “Don’t we have a reservation?”
“Yeah… yeah we do. You say the word and we’ll go right now.” She smiled when you whimpered as she stood back up to her full height, resting her forehead against yours and breathing deeply as she settled her eyes on yours. “But the only thing I want to eat right now is that warm, wet prize between your legs, pretty thing.”
“Oh… wow.” You were pretty sure she was going to kill you, but you were absolutely fine with that. “We can stay.”
“Good girl.”
Natasha pressed her lips to yours and swallowed your yelp when she lifted you to wrap around her, her fingers digging into your hips while she carried you over to the couch. Her grin grew even wider when you let out a surprised huff at her dropping you onto the sofa, your breath getting shallow when she climbed on top of you and slipped her warm palms up your thighs and under your skirt.
“God, you’re so fucking soft.” She curled over you again and sucked on your lips until you moaned, slowly peeling your dress off you and biting her lip when you were finally bare to her gaze. “Beautiful.”
“Shut up.” You couldn’t help but giggle when she laughed at you trying to act coquettish while she had you at her mercy, sighing when she just kissed you and running your fingers up her spine. “Do I get to see you too and call you pretty?”
“When I’m done with my meal.” Nat bit your lip playfully before starting to kiss and lick every inch of your breasts, sucking on your nipples and tugging at them with her teeth while you could only make pathetic noises. “Wanna taste every fucking inch of you.”
“O-kay.” You hiccuped when she nuzzled at your stomach and squeezed your hips with a groan, your eyes fluttering closed when she trailed kisses along your curves. “Sounds great.”
“Mmhm.” She growled playfully and bit your thigh before smacking the side of your ass. “Flip over.”
You did what she asked, slowly rolling onto your stomach and whining when she grabbed two handfuls of your ass and squeezed. Then she smacked it again and you could have screamed, you throbbed so hard, her lips and teeth and tongue marking your sensitive skin until your eyes rolled back in your head.
“Nat…” you whimpered when she kept rubbing your ass and purring against your skin, arching your back and spreading your legs as she pulled your cheeks apart so she could stare at you. “Oh fuck, don’t stop.”
“Never. Fuck, you smell so good.” Nat buried her face between your thighs and groaned when she breathed you in deep, dragging her tongue over your slit agonizingly slow so she could taste all of you. “Jesus Christ, fucking peaches.”
There was no answer you could give her except a desperate mewl, letting yourself sink into the cushions when she slid her tongue inside your cunt and curled it. You feel like you were already losing your mind, panting like an idiot while she rubbed her nose against your cute little asshole and digging your fingers into the couch while she tongue fucked you until your whole body felt like one big spring that was wound too tight.
Your pussy was so fucking wet, Nat couldn’t seem to work her mouth fast enough to suck up everything that was dripping out of you, even with her lips wrapped around you so she didn’t miss anything. And the fact that you could hear all the obscene wet sloshes and slurps was not helping, your muscles spasming wildly as you felt it building up insanely fast.
“Fuck… oh fuck.” All you could do was let out a thin, high whine when you fell apart, your cunt fluttering against her lips and gushing into her mouth while she groaned at the taste of your cum. “Mommy…”
“Shit. You had me thinking you were never gonna actually say it, peach.” Nat grinned against you and hummed as she kept kissing your pussy like she could live off it. “Knew you’d be a good girl for mommy, knew this pussy would be so sweet for me. Why don’t you fuck it on my face, pretty girl? Make a goddamn mess out of me, mommy needs it.”
Yeah, she was definitely going to kill you. You reached back and buried your fingers in her hair as you started grinding your ass back into her face, biting the pillow under your face and whimpering when her tongue flicked against your clit. Then her thumb teased against your asshole and your brain broke, your hips writhing wildly when she sucked on your clit until you almost came before she pulled back with a wicked grin.
“Knew you’d like that, just look at you.” Nat bit her lip when she watched your little hole wink at her as she spat on it, her thumb circling the tight ring of muscle slowly and listening to your pathetic sounds as she kept flicking her tongue over your slit like a tease. “These are all mommy’s holes now, peachy girl. Gonna spoil the shit out of you.”
The way you gasped when she slid her thumb into your ass and started flitting her tongue around it was making Natasha clench, her thighs squeezing together when you shoved your hips back even more and yanked on her hair so she was practically suffocating you. She didn’t realize how much she was going to enjoy you completely losing it for you and using her just so you could get off, deciding very quickly that she was going to need to turn you into a mess all the time.
You were going to come again. All the buildup and how fucking sexy she sounded when she moaned and slurped and spat and just, all of it. Damn her and her incredible mouth and how fucking hot she was. And damn you for turning into such a fucking melty mess for her, though who could really blame you for that.
“Mommy please.” You whimpered when she kept fucking your ass with her thumb as her other hand began playing with your clit and you couldn’t help but kick your feet as you felt yourself teetering on the edge again. “Please, wanna come for mommy, need it.”
“Mmm, mommy needs it too, pretty baby.” Nat nipped at the soft skin that was twitching around her thumb while her other hand pinched your clit until you squeaked. “Come for me, sweet girl, let mommy drink from this perfect little pussy, oh my fucking god.”
You almost screamed when she ducked low to suck on your swollen clit, pulling on her hair and screwing your eyes closed while your body started shaking uncontrollably. Nat groaned when you started gushing all over her face, wrapping her mouth around your soft lips and swallowing everything you gave her with a low moan that sent a shiver up your spine. She loved that you couldn’t stop moving against her face as you rode it out, determined to be able to watch your face the next time she made you come and every single time after that.
Her lips spread in a slow smile when you kept shivering as she pulled back from your sex, moving her hands to knead your cheeks deeply while she rested her head against your hip and watched you ride it out. You couldn’t do anything except chirp and let your body sink into the couch, barely having the energy to turn your face and peek over your shoulder at her while a sloppy grin split your face.
“Hiiiiiiii.” Again, you couldn’t think of what else to say, especially since your brain was still mostly offline after two incredible orgasms that were better than anything any man had ever given you.
“Hey baby.” She couldn’t stop smiling as she crawled up your body and nuzzled at your cheek, purring happily when you let out a small sound of satisfaction and wrapping her arms around your waist to hold you as close as possible. “My sweet girl. I do feel a little bad about us missing dinner, but I couldn’t control myself.”
“Listen, that’s fiiiiiine with me.” You let her flip you onto your back and pulled her face to yours so you could lose yourself even more in kissing her. “You can kill me with orgasms tonight and it will be a very happy death.”
“You might be fine with that, but I’m not.” Nat chuckled into your mouth when you just gave her a pitiful little whimper. “Sorry, I’m kinda addicted to that pussy now, sweet peach. I’d get all bummed out if I didn’t have access to it for the rest of my life.”
“Oh, well.” You were not used to this level of attention, and it was even worse when you were in such a state of euphoria. “That’s okay too.”
“Good.” She pecked you once more before sitting up over you, gushing you when you whined at the lack of contact before winking when you swallowed audibly at the sight of her body when she pulled her dress over her head. “Now, should we take a bath before or after I rub my pussy all over yours until I come inside you?”
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this dress | s. johansson
about me | scarlett johansson masterlist
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series summary: it's the 1950s. you're married, and she just went through a horrible divorce. you're a trophy wife to an award winning producer, and she's a famous actress turned "divorcée who lost it all". while you are constrained to the duties of a housewife and the rules of your husband, she is then nothing more than a woman who allegedly cheated on hollywood superstar william brad. regardless of the difference, you both want but one thing—to dominate the industry as successful actresses. so unbeknownst to either of you, you knowingly use each other. good thing is, it worked. bad thing is, you fall in love within the cruel walls of 1950s hollywood.
warnings: smut (minors, please do not interact): dom!scarlett and brattysub!reader | mommy kink, degradation, praise, choking, very very light exhibitionism. angst; fighting, curse words, cheating, jealousy, possessiveness, situationship.
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trope: angst, pining, minimal rivals to lovers, forbidden love, black cat x golden retriever energy
inspired by evelyn and celia, taylor's dress (reputation), minimal sinful lives of trophy wives vibes, scarlett johansson as kay lake in the black dahlia movie
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• chapter one: inescapable
• chapter two: made your mark on me
• chapter three: we are electrified
• chapter four: a golden tattoo
• chapter five: spilling wine in the bathtub
• chapter six: and we're both drunk
• chapter seven: they got no idea about me & you
• chapter eight: if i get burned
• chapter nine: all of the silence & patience
• chapter ten: shaking from holding back
• chapter eleven: say my name
• chapter twelve: in a crowded room
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You Hold Your Hands in the Air, Screaming My Name (One Shot) 18+
A long day at work, and your favorite bar is closed. So, you ignore your gut and go to the nightclub down the street.
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MEN AND MINORS DNI. AGE 18+. SMUT, A HINT OF BLOOD PLAY IF YOU SQUINT, SLIGHT DEGRADATION AND EDGING.
A/N: Just a random thing that ballooned the more I wrote. Kinda on the fence about it. It has been A WHILE since I have wrote anything smutty, so lemme know, lol.
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It had been an insanely long, hard day at work. Your job was not strenuous by any stretch, but today was the day that everyone just wanted to make your life hell while you worked your 10 hour shift. It was only 5:30pm, but you were over it, and just wanted to relax and unwind after work. Ever a creature of habit, you have a “typical” hole in the wall bar you like to visit after work, but of course, it was closed tonight due to some electrical fire or something along those lines. You should have just listened to your gut, and gone home. But instead, you found yourself at a new bar. 
There was a dull glow of blue and purple neon, and due to the later hour the music was thrumming throughout the venue. You watched as bodies moved in tandem with their partners, and the music, patrons soulful eyes gazing at the person they were dancing with. You weaved your way through the sea of dancing flesh, sweat, booze and perfumes, up a few steps, making your way up to the bar top, leaning against the counter to get your poison of choice. Your gaze drifted to the floor watching the movement on the floor below, leaning against the thick wood counter, tapping your fingers against it as you waited for your glass of whiskey. 
“Another Aperol Spritz, please.” A thick, beguiling voice came from behind your spot on the bar. You subtly turned so your front was pressed to the bar, so you could look at who the voice belonged to. A smaller, toned figure in an all black cocktail dress, slit up to her upper thigh, black and red heels, stood next to you. Her hair was pulled back in a messy bun, and a sheen was oh-so present on her skin. Your guessing she had just made her way off the dance floor, which was confirmed by the screaming of what you would presume to be her friends waving her back to the dance floor as the song changed. As you stood there, slowly side eyeing the woman beside you, your drink was slid in front of you. 
“Old Fashioned.” The bartender broke you out of your trance, your gaze going back to him. You slipped him a tip and grabbed your glass, walking away from the bar, past the blonde who was now turned and looking at you, to find a secluded table in the corner, where you were more than happy to just sit and watch. You would need to consume considerably more alcohol to do that. You peeled back the suit jacket, and loosened your tie, unbuttoning the top few buttons of your dark blue satin shirt. You were bobbing your head up and down to the song, alternating between scrolling through your phone and watching the dance floor. 
Multiple songs, and at least three more drinks had passed, and you had all but given up on the phone in your hand, and chose to just watch the dance floor as all the bodies moved seemingly in tandem with one another. Your eyes kept drifting from one group to another, when your gaze finally came across the blonde from earlier. She was swaying and grinding to the music, drifting from person to person. It seemed like she didn’t have someone she was dancing with in particular. Your eyes stayed glued to her figure, running dry as you watched how she moved, you gulped large amounts of your drink, successfully bleeding the glass dry and opting to suck on the ice while you waited for the waitress to come and get your order. 
The brunette waitress was hellaciously attractive, and shot you a smile as you grabbed your drink from her hand. She shot you a brief smile, and you felt that someone was staring at you. Your eyes wandered, until you came across the blonde again, but this time her eyes were locked on you. You smirked, watching with intent as she continued to dance, gyrating her hips on the person she was currently partnered with. You found it slightly disturbing how she continued to stare right at you, her mouth agape, while literally dry humping someone else in public. As the song came to a close, she pushed off the poor soul she was dancing with, and started to make her way straight for you. You gulped, finishing the last of your drink, and setting the empty glass down to run your finger around the rim. 
Almost as if on cue, the waitress popped herself into view, and you typically wouldn’t have minded, but the blonde making her way to you held your rapt attention. You’re sure that she had probably asked you if you wanted another, but you couldn’t hear her, between the music and now your heartbeat, which pounded louder and louder as the woman approached. There was a devilish smirk adorning her features, and as she stepped up to your table. She almost pushed the waitress out of the way, and your gaze drifted upwards as now the blonde stood over you. 
“You just gonna stare at me all night, or grow a pair and dance with me?” Her tone caught you off guard, it honestly rocked you straight to your core. 
“Sorry, I don’t dance.” You smirked, sending a lopsided smirk to the blonde, the waitress now sidestepping you both and walking away. 
“Mmm. That’s a shame.” She responded, clearly unimpressed by your answer. 
“How so?”
“Well, you strike me as someone who can dance, and of all these people, I think I would like to have my body pressed against yours the most.” She shot you a seductive look, leaning onto the tabletop with her arms squeezing her cleavage enough to make you want to faint, but faint right into them. 
“That is a shame, I suppose. I guess that’s why you’ve danced with every other person in here?” You smiled at her, leaning into her face.
“There’s no shame in trying to find the right person. I just feel like you’re it…” she shot you a questioning look, like she was asking you a question. 
“Y/N.” 
“Y/N. I’m Scarlett.” She shifted, sitting herself down across from you. Her eyes were piercing, even in the clubs neon. She stared right through you, like she was trying to read all of your thoughts. “Humor me, Y/N. One dance, one song. If I’m wrong, you can come back and be the wierdo in the corner.”
“Wrong about what, Scarlett?”
“We’ll call it a science experiment. In chemistry.” She looks at you, eyes were somewhat expectant, and you laughed. 
“I’m hardly a science experiment,” you respond cocking an eyebrow. “But in the interest of humoring, what if there isn’t any chemistry?” You ask as she clicks her tongue. 
“Ah, good question.” She smiles. “Then I guess no one in this god forsaken bar has chemistry with me, and I just have to find a new place to find my person.” You raise your eyebrow, shooting her a questioning look. 
“This is how you’re trying to find ‘your person’, by dancing in a nightclub?”
“Dancing is a love language, Y/N. It’s important.” She leaned back in towards your direction. 
“Fine.” You get up, sticking your hand out for her to grab.
“Fine? That’s how you respond to me asking for a dance?” She crossed her arms across her chest. You raise your eyebrow in her direction again. 
“I’m your last resort, Scarlett. You’ve danced with everyone in this place. Let’s see if you saved the best for last, hmm?”
“That’s a better response, Y/N.” She smirked as she stood up, straightening her dress, and grabbing your hand as you led her to the dance floor. You wormed your way through the musk and sweat, centering yourself on the floor. You turned towards her, and she pulled you into her body by your tie, slowly beginning to move to the heavy bass the song was providing. You began to feel the bass come through your shoes, and up your body, and before you knew it, all you could focus on was the music and the woman in front of you, grinding your thigh, with her arms around your neck. Your forehead was covered in a thin layer of sweat, and she pressed her head to yours, staring at you eye to eye as you danced. 
You weren’t sure how long you had been out there, but your dress shirt now clung to your body, drenched in perspiration and displaying the musculature beneath. But you had been dancing with Scarlett for what seemed like forever in the best way possible. You both hadn’t left each others presence since making your way onto the floor. But now, you needed a drink, and were exhausted. Your mouth was dry, and your aching body needed a break. There was a slow, sensual song playing, so Scarlett and you were swaying back and forth, her back to your front. 
“Thirsty?”You rasp into the shell of her ear. You smirked at the goosebumps that erupted in response. She turned in your hold, and wrapped her arms around your neck once more. 
“You could say that,” she stared at your eyes, and you couldn’t help but notice the dilated pupils and seductive tone in her voice. 
“Come on,” you grab her hand, walking back to the table to grab your coat. It was times like this you were glad that you lived close, in the heart of downtown. You grabbed the coat, flinging it over your shoulder while she grabbed her clutch from the table she had been seated at with her friends. You smiled at her as you held the door open, and you both slipped out into the crisp fall night. She shivered, and you slipped your coat over her shoulders. 
“Thanks, Y/N.” She clicked besides you, her heels matching the beat of your heart. You suddenly stopped, catching the attention of the figure to your left. When she stopped just ahead of you, you pulled her back into you. 
“You didn’t tell me the experiment results.” You husked, placing one hand on her cheek, and the other on her back, watching as she pushed against your touch. 
“The jury is still out, but…” she grabbed the edged of your dress shirt, pulling you even closer. “You get to be a part of the next experiment.” She smirked, her lips coming dangerously close to yours. 
“Next experiment?” You laugh, failing to notice her biting her lip. 
“Yeah, the next experiment is seeing if I picked correctly.” She looked up at you, waiting for you to initiate anything. You don’t move for a moment, and she shifts her weight, almost like she’s becoming restless. You laugh at her becoming suddenly antsy, to which she lets go of your shirt and begins sliding the coat off of her shoulders. You stop her movements, pulling her into your taller frame, and began walking. She cocked her eyebrow, waiting for what you would do next as she walked backwards. Suddenly, her back met a tall, metal door frame, and she gasped at the cool sensation on her frame. You crashed your lips to hers, grabbing both sides of her head and keeping her still while you kissed her fervently. She moaned into the kiss, and hiked her leg up around your backside, pulling you close while she grabbed onto your shirt. You bit her lower lip harshly, causing her to gasp and open her mouth, to which you graciously entered and took control of the kiss. You both fought for some semblance of dominance, to which you quickly showed her she wouldn’t win. 
Pulling away when breath was required, you rested your forehead on hers, and she looked up at you. No words being necessary, you bent down, lifting the smaller woman by the back of her thighs, and wrapping her legs around you. She clung to you like a koala, squealing as you carried her inside the building. You stayed this way, making your way past the doorman to the elevator.
“Good Evening, Ms. Y/L/N.” The doorman smiled, and you shook your head his way. After pushing the button, you shifted Scarlett in your grasp so she was now looking down at you. You smirked, and the elevator doors opened just as you were about to kiss. She groaned, and you smiled, letting the occupants out of the elevator before stepping in. You pushed the button for the top floor, causing the woman to raise an eyebrow. 
“Top floor?” She asked, looking back at you. You slowly let her body slide down your frame, she whimpered as you intentionally made her legs straddle your leg, which was propped up on the mirrored walls to the carriage, causing her clit to rub against the fabric of your trousers.
“Mmhmm.” You respond, now stalking forward and pushing her back to the other side of the elevator. You ducked your head, kissing her once more. This kiss was laced with a passion you were unaware you had been withholding, and she moaned loudly into your mouth, before you detached and began leaving openmouthed kisses down her jawline. She wrapped her leg around you, while grasping the hair at the back of your neck, pulling your head backwards before guiding it back to her. You both kissed each other until the doors dinged open, and you break the kiss to make sure it was the right level. When you had ensured that you had reached the correct floor, you both continued kissing, and you slowly guided her backwards towards your door, never breaking the contact. Eventually, the whines and whimpers became too much, and you picked her up, this time flinging her over your shoulder, your arm holding tight to the swell of her ass under her dress.  You were close enough, you could smell the arousal of the moaning mess that was now grabbing your ass, while you fished the keys out of your pocket and opened the door. She shrieked when you didn’t put her down right away, but rather smacked her ass as you walked through the penthouse to the bedroom. 
You flung the woman off your shoulder, throwing her onto your massive bed, before resting your knee onto the edge, unbuttoning your shirt while she watched. She just stared at you, lip trapped in between her teeth. Her legs were rubbing together, you could tell she was worked up. Her pupils were blown at this point, and just as you finished unbuttoning your dress shirt you reached down, grabbing her ankles and pulling her towards you. You pried apart her legs, causing her to whine at the loss of friction where she so desperately needed it. 
“So fucking needy, whining the whole way up here, rubbing your legs together on my bed.” You growl at her, causing her eyes to roll back. A moan was her only response. “Words, baby.”
“Just, want you…” she whimpered, rolling her hips up in the air. You let out a sardonic laugh. 
“You want me?” Her gaze was glazed at this point, but she continued to writhe and whimper while you stood between her legs. “You chose me last, Scarlett. Remember that.” You bark in her direction, before grabbing her legs firmly, and flipping her over on her stomach. You grabbed the zipper of her dress, slowly, painstakingly unzipping it. You trace your fingers up and down the now bare skin, groaning at the lack of undergarments. In one swift movement, you pulled the dress down, off her frame entirely. She shrieked at the sudden loss, before beginning her ministrations again, trying to get some relief. Her thighs were coated, and you ran your finger up the inside of her legs, causing her to groan at the contact. She looked at you over her shoulder, spreading her legs further, asking you for more contact. 
“Mmmmm, baby girl, you have to beg to get what you want.” You lean over her, placing your hands on either side of her chest, and capturing her lips in a kiss. She flipped herself over underneath you, and began to unbuckle your belt. You tutted her, swatting her hands away. This caused a groan to come from the other woman.
“Please, just want to feel you.” She gave you her best puppy dog eyes, sticking her lower lip out. You dipped your head down to bite the protruding lip, just hard enough to cause her to moan and draw blood. 
“You just want to feel? That’s it?” You taunt her, leaning back out of her reach. She made some grabby hands in your direction, shaking her head no. 
“I want to feel you all over me…” She whined. “I want you to touch me, to fuck me, please…Y/N.”
“I’m sorry, what was that?” You ask again, wanting to make sure you heard her say it loud and clear. 
“Touch me, Y/N. FUCK me, please!” 
“Such a fucking dirty girl, demanding like that.” Her admission was the only invitation you needed. You grasped the buckle of your belt, pulling it out of the loops on your pants, before tauntingly sliding your pants down. You climbed up over her, kissing and nipping down her jawline, to her collarbone. You bit and sucked, leaving dark purple bruises along her collar, and straddled her leg so your thigh was slotted in between her legs. You grasped her hips firmly, guiding her up and down your thigh just enough to ease the tension she was feeling, but nowhere near enough to get her to release. 
“Fuck, Y/N, please!” She whined, pulling your hair as she tried to guide you to where she wanted you the most. 
“As much as I love your begging baby, let me take care of you.” You whisper into her ear, nipping at the shell, and jingling her earrings in your mouth before working your way back down to her chest. You now shift yourself to be fully in between her legs, and begin sucking and tweaking at her pert nipples. She moans as you suck and nibble on one, then the other, switching back and forth until you had given them enough attention for your liking. She keeps trying to push herself against you, and you have to reach one hand down to hold her hips down. 
“Behave.” Your tone left no room for error- if she didn’t do as she was told, she would get nothing. She continued to whine as you made your way down her body, nipping and marking every inch of exposed flesh you saw fit. You finally settled in between her legs, running your fingers up and down the inside of her thighs as you watched her essence drip out of her pussy. You nearly go animalistic at the sight, but hold enough restraint to keep teasing.
“So wet for me, Scarlett. You’re a mess, doll.” You mutter, and she whimpers and mewls, one hand playing with her nipple while the other tangled into your hair. She couldn’t even put together a coherent sentence at this point, she was just a babbling mess. You barely traced your finger through her slit, causing her to shake and moan, back arching off the bed. 
“FUCCKKKK, Y/N!” Her eyes were pinned shut, and she threw herself back to the bed. You slowly traced your finger over her folds, gathering all the arousal you could, before you plunged one finger into her clenched hole. She released a pornographic moan at the sudden intrusion, finally getting what she wanted. 
“Fuck, you’re so goddamn tight,” you mutter, slowly pumping your finger in, knuckle deep. You curled the finger, finding her spongy spot instantly, causing the woman below you to scream out a string of profanities. 
“An…another…please.” She whimpered, placing her hand around your wrist. You slid another finger in, stretching her out slightly, and working her up further. The obscene sounds coming from how wet she was were spurring you on with her whimpers and moans. You felt her clenching around your digits, and slowly worked a third in, spreading her lips open enough to see her clench around your fingers. 
“Fuck, so pretty all spread out for me,” You could tell she was close, but you wanted to push just a little bit further. You thrust your fingers at a slower pace, a frustrated groan coming from the woman. 
“Faster, please…” she tailed off when you added a fourth finger, leaving your thumb to rub her clit sporadically, sending her mind into a spiral. Her body began to convulse beneath you, and as she began to tighten around you, you withdrew your hand. Her eyes flew open, staring at you as you worked your way back up to her, and she tried to push you back down. You were finally hovering back over her, swooping down and taking her into a breathtaking liplock. It was a kiss you never wanted to pull away from, but you did, begrudgingly. “Please…Y/N… finish me…” she panted, trying to push you by your shoulders back down. You smirk at her desperation, but your own was too great. You wanted to taste her, to feel her cum in your mouth. You begin trailing open mouthed kisses all the way down, before settling back in between her legs. Her fingers raked their way up your upper back, surely leaving marks in their wake. 
You kissed around her exposed sex, intentionally leaving out the area she need you the most. You slipped two fingers back into her, groaning at the sloshing noise that came from her waiting pussy. You licked one long stripe up her folds, laying your tongue completely flat against her, causing her hands to fly to the comforter and grip it tightly. 
“ooOOOhhh!” She moaned, her body shimmying under the sensation. You buried your tongue deep within her, groaning and rolling your eyes back at her tangy, sweet taste. The moans you were eliciting were sending shockwaves directly to her core, your nose nestled directly against her clit. Every move you made, the tip of your nose brushed against her bundle of nerves, sending her senses into overdrive. Your tongue set a feverish pace, your fingers delving into her sporadically to further stimulate her from the inside. 
When she finally felt like she was close, her hands flew to the back of your head, grasping the hair, holding you where she needed you. You slid your hand up to her chest, grabbing hold of her nipple as the other was knuckle deep inside of her, curling against her g-spot. You lapped at her, plunging your tongue in with your fingers, and moving your head around so your nose rubbed against her clit. Her body tensed, and she threw her head back as she silently screamed, the veins in her neck bulging out, as you gently worked her down from her high. 
“Fuck, Y/N,” she moaned, as her hands wandered all over your body and hers. You pull her in for a deep kiss, letting her taste herself on your tongue. She moaned at the taste, you groaned into the kiss in response. You pulled away, resting your foreheads together once more.  “That’s one hell of an experiment, babe. Maybe I would have passed chemistry if all the lessons were like this.” She laughed, your grip tightening on her hips at the thought of anyone else being like this with her. “I think the experiment went well, don’t you?” She asked, clinging to your body. 
“I think the results were inconclusive. We need to test further,” you respond, slipping yourself off the bed, walking to your closet. You will go all night to prove to her that this is more than a social experiment, and you are most certainly glad you ignored your gut this time around.
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pov: you’re scarlett johansson’s wife // sfw headcanons
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scarlett knows you’re in love with New York and despite having drivers that can easily bring you to one side to another of the city, she knows you prefer taking the subway. you’re favourite is the Q train where you can see the best landscapes as it’s an open train space. your wife always makes sure to pick up a spot by the door, she always says “i want to see that beautiful smile on your face the whole ride” and as you watch the train going from Manhattan to Brooklyn, scarlett wraps an arm around your waist and looks up at you with pure love.
scarlett loves how you adore your county despite its bad sides. you’re here for work so you don’t go back home as much as you would want. the last time was at christmas two years ago with all the family. little pieces of your culture are spread in the house tho, through the food, the flag you hung in your home office, some products you buy at the authentic drug stores owned by people of your home-country. you also started to teach the kids your childhood traditions, your favourite meals, your native language even. sometimes you go out in typical restaurants, or the one that claims to be typical when they’re not, and your wife has to listen you ramble about how they couldn’t make a simple dish of your land and instead ruined it. “can you believe baby? they ruined it, look at this: chicken. why? there’s no chicken in the original recipe and yet i see chicken here, why you americans put chicken everywhere?” scarlett would laugh and sometimes record your little grumbles. the kids loves when you, their mama, cook home land dishes of a culture they’re starting to feel like theirs. your wife loves when your accent rolls off your tongue when you’re tired or pissed, sometimes even when you two fuck roughly; it send her over the edge in no time. however the thing she likes the most is when you speak in your native language giving her or the kids pet names or when you whisper “i love you.”
you’re the biggest supporter ever. the way your eyes shine when you stand beside scarlett at movies premiers, it’s unmatched. you always buzz around your wife when she’s being prepared by make-up and hair-stylists taking extra time to snap some phots of her proudly. you make sure her dress is always perfect and adjust it often during the carpet. you make sure scarlett is always hydrated, not only with alcohol but with water too!, and fed because these things are stressful and your lady has to be healthy. you step back when she poses for paparazzi photos even tho she insists to have you beside her, she would softly place her hand on your chest clothed by the black jacket and shares smiles and little whispers. “you’re so beautiful, baby” or “i can’t take my eyes off you” these are the words that you find to whisper to her in that moments when your eyes are glued to her form, your hand gently cradles her back. you in the end step back giving your wife the deserved moment in the shiny flashes of the photographer’s bulbs, she poses and you look at her, sometimes you would snap a few picture too of her beside the paparazzi. scarlett would peck your lips amidst the event, they reassure you like a warm blanket and she softly pass her slender fingers to wipe her lipstick off your lips. you watch the movie with rapt attention because despite everything, before meeting her, you were and are a fan of her movies. in the end you always hug her and pepper her lips and cheeks whispering “congratulations my love, you were brilliant!”, “i can feel the oscar baby, can i start your campaign now?”, “i’m so incredibly proud of you, you’re a movie star” or “look at that baby, they’re all clapping and cheering for you, you’re so inspiring.” at the after party you both dance, engage in conversation with people and sometimes only seat at the bar together. you make sure to drink only safe drinks and let your wife party as she deserve. you take care of her and by the end of the night she’s not much sober but you steady her holding by her waist, your suit jacket always ready to shield the woman from the cold gently rest on her shoulders and her heels accomodate your feet while she wears you’re much more comfortable shoes.
scarlett started a skin care brand line with her friend and co-founder, kate foster. you, despite not knowing a thing about skin care, started to be supportive since the first day. however you didn’t know your wife would make you be a tester. you forgot how many times you ran around the house to dodge her “c’mon baby let’s try this eye cream, i swear it will be good for your eyes!” or the times she would let you sit on the bathroom sink with a blue argyle mask on your face, a hand band with the brand logo that would definitely make your curls frizzy and messy. you would groan and grumble a lot but your wife is always quick to kiss you. in the end you fell into a routine of doing this pampering ritual every night. slowly you started to learn a lot about skin care and your wife’s work. you also would crash often at her office to just bring donuts and coffee or sneak to spend more time with your wife and the team. and much to your dismay, scarlett will never stop treating you like a tester, she’s already planning on dragging you at the offie to record some funny videos of her putting on your face brand new face creams.
talking about videos, you hate cameras and photos. oh you’re the opposite of your wife in this department. you’re a diplomat, an ambassador specifically, so you barely stand in front of cameras and address speeches, a safe way to do what you love without struggling with the media press. however since you got into a relationship with your wife and got married, you quickly became a target to paparazzi’s cameras. you awkwardly stand beside your wife when you’re taking photos at the event she has to attend, but scarlett is always there to calm you down with soft touches, whispers and little pecks. “it’s okay baby, focus on me, everything’s is alright”. when they catch you in the street you go protective over the kids and wife putting your discomfort aside. “little one it’s okay, look at mama, everything is okay. scarlett, baby, come closer to me. it’s okay”. when you’re alone, you just hide behind a hoodie hood. you rarely talk to the microphones and usually only offer politely smile and shield your anxious eyes.
scarlett never saw you crying in the years you’ve been together and probably she thought she would never. this until your wedding day arrived. oh, boy! the moment you saw her walking down the aisle you started crying for her endlessly beauty and the overwhelming love you have for her. after that you cried again, much harder, when your little girl was born. scarlett loves teasing you a lot about it. you blush rolling your eyes playfully and dismissing her with a groan.
you rarely fight but when you do, and it’s always for silly things, it doesn’t take much to crack the hard shell. one of you crawl in the arms of the other not much more than 1 hour later. you’re an ambassador so your job is to make peace, after toxic experiences in your past relationship, your communication level is high and you’re lucky enough to have found scarlett that is on the same page as yours. scarlett would hold you close and kiss the crown of your head. “i’m so sorry my love, i promise to work better on these things.” you would kiss her knuckles and whisper “i’m sorry too, baby, we’ll work on them together.”
at the end of the day it’s just you and your wife. you softly sway in the gold sunrise painting your skins. scarlett arms wrapped around your neck cradling the glass of wine between her hands while she leans to ghost your lips. your hand on her hip, the other hold your glass of wine close to the chest. you both hum the song that is putted on the background while behind you food cooks on the stove and mixes with the noises of the city. it’s peaceful, it’s a paradise, it’s you and the love of your life in a life that isn’t perfect, but has a glimpse of perfection shared together.
a/n: pt.2? nsfw part?
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Wrapped up in You
Scarlett Johansson x Fem!Reader
“Natasha” x F!R 😏
Happy Valentines Day angels 🥰
Warnings: None 🥰
Smut: Role-Playing: Daddy (Nat) / Kotenok (R), Choking, Oral/Fingering (R), Thigh-Riding(N), Degradation ; Mommy (SJ) / Baby (R), Double-Sided Strap, Praising, Aftercare 🥰
18+ | Minors DNI
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"Scarlett! I'm being serious! Which one?!," the blonde only laughed harder at your whining., "Baby, did you intend to be the disco ball at Evan's Valentine's Day bash?," she rolled her eyes when you tried to intimidatingly glare at her, then she glared right back when looking at the red dress in your hand., "Because if not then you might as well stay here with me since the other dress will leave you nearly naked."
Scarlett smirked when you turned away from her in a huff, as slyly as possible she clambered out of the bed to wrap her arms around you from behind, her lips pressing to your bare shoulder causing her smirk to broaden as your body shivers, her plan slowly falling into place.
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"Scar, I don't want to embarrass myself, or you so please just help me.," you stomped your feet, turning to face her with the softest pout, she frowned sympathetically., "My love, you could never embarrass me, whatever you choose to wear will be fine; you're beautiful in anything."
"So, if I chose to wear sweats with a messy bun you'd be fine?," she exaggeratedly pursed her pink lips out in a moment of contemplation., "I'd love it, because above all else your comfort is of the utmost importance to me, plus, you know I love your lazy day look; it's really hot.," you rolled your eyes, but then you took notice of her unwavering gaze, it was soft and it was accompanied by a loving smile that made you feel like melting from where you stood., "Oh."
Scarlett watched intently as you eventually figured out how honest she was being., "Yeah.," she breathed out, shaking her head in relative amusement before leaning in to press a kiss to your lips., "You're beautiful Y/N/N, my 'image' only ever flourishes with you by my side.," the care and conviction in her voice brought a few tears to your eyes, and the woman frowned.
"My love.," she coo'd while cupping your face., "Let's just stay in.," she offered with a smile, but you shook your head., "No Scar, I'm fine.," you softly kissed her palm., "Plus it's not everyday that Chris actually has a girlfriend."
The blonde starlet pressed her forehead into your shoulder as she laughed at your tease., "Baby, that's not very nice.," you deadpanned., "The truth doesn't care about Evans feelings.," the both of you held eye contact for a brief moment before both erupting into bellyaching laughter. Your smile was brighter than normal as your chest filled with pride for making her laugh so hard, and Scarlett found the happiness a sight she never wants to go away.
"I'm being serious Y/N, they won't even notice our absence, and I have more pressing matters to attend to.," you quirked a brow., "Oh yeah?"
"Yeah!," she affirmed, nodding her head while smirking at you., "Like what?," she leaned her body into yours, and chuckled as you gasped., "Like you into the mattress baby, until you scream for me to stop, and even after that."
"Scar.," she pressed herself into you even harder, the bulge in her suit pants rubbing against you deliciously, and hopefully curbing your rebuttal., "We can try out your idea..."
Scarlett watched every bit of resistance leave your body as a wide smile overtook your face., "Really?!," she nodded then pecked your lips., "I'll have Edward pick you up in an hour love, wear that little red number and I'll meet you at the bar of the Pierre hotel.," she giggled at your shocked expression., "Scar that's expensive."
Then she rolled her eyes., "You can't place a price on my love for you angel; see you soon."
"Thanks Edward.," the man smiled at you kindly., "It's my pleasure Mrs. Johansson.," you returned the gesture then slid him a crisp $100 bill., "Happy Valentine's Day Ed, do tell Lily that I said hello, and that her chicken dumplings were to die for. Goodnight."
After shutting the door you stood there in awe, your dress rippling against you as the wind picked up behind you as the car sped off. Scarlett had exquisite taste, the outside of the tall building alone was worth marveling at. Upon entering you found it only got better, the decor was gorgeous, and made you feel like you were at a prestigious event like the Met Gala.
The alarm on your phone went off, signaling to you that you were only five minutes away from the time you were meant to meet your wife. After speaking with the woman at the front desk you made your way to the bar with the instructions she gave you, and settled down at the luxurious bar., "One dirty martini please."
A grin overtook your face as you realized this was likely how your night was always going to go. Scarlett's probably been planning this for months, and Evans party was her last priority. The moment she brought up your whispered about fantasies you were a total goner, and you know she knew that, the smirk was evidence.
Sipping on the drink in your hand brought your excitable nerves down ever so slightly. Your wife always made you incredibly nervous, she was just so breathtakingly gorgeous, and it didn't matter how much she told you she wanted you you still found it hard to believe. Scarlett was Hollywood's IT girl, and well you were somehow hers, it left you astonished.
Scarlett watched you from afar, the way you were leaning against the bar had your breasts perfectly pushed up, eyes of several patrons took notice too, and suddenly she was on the prowl., "Wow, aren't you a total stunner.," the familiar rasp came from your right, the deep lilt to her tone had your body shivering., "Might I buy you a drink gorgeous?"
"No thanks, I'm married.," you replied in a low tone as you wriggled your ring clad finger before her face without even turning to look at her., "Funny, I don't recall asking if you were."
"What's the harm in sharing a drink with me?," she purred, her hot breath now flowing across your collarbones as she'd leaned in close., "Because drinks hardly ever mean drinks to women like you.," she chuckled hotly., "Women like me, hm?," her fingers wrapped around your chin, forcing you to look at her, you lost your breath at the marvelous sight., "Whatever does that mean, kotenok?"
Scarlett bit her lip as she heard your affected whispered curses, the immediate darkening of your eyes nearly made her resolve crumble., "I'm Natasha, and my eyes are up here.," she teased, her hand however reached down to link with yours, role play or not she wanted you to be at ease., "Might I get your name too?"
"Y/N, um, Johansson.," you swallowed thickly, the sight of your wife standing there in a black, skintight dress left you near to speechless, add in the curled red wig, and the blade holstered to her thigh and you're not even sure you knew how to breathe anymore., "Nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you as well kotenok.," Scarlett broke character momentarily as she smiled at you in the way only she ever did, because of course you'd remain polite even in role play., "I'm not sure where your wife is dorogoy, but I do believe someone as beautiful as you should be cherished on this very holiday.," she stepped in closer, her body pushing your back into the bar., "Accompany me to dinner, will you?"
Natasha took your hand in hers without even waiting for your answer, escorting you to the incredibly fancy restaurant, Perrine, that was located within the hotel. The redhead ordered their finest bottle of wine, then she scoped out the menu for the both of you. Scarlett knew you well enough to know you’d be too out of it to really order for yourself anyways. Which is why when the waiter returned she ordered shrimp cocktail for the table, a chicken caesar salad for you, and for herself she order the filet mignon.
Dinner was relatively quiet, the both of you were too enamored by the other’s beauty to entertain a trivial conversation. Hunger faded in ways, but it roared in others while you were subject to the intense gaze of the woman sat across from you. Natasha was sipping the last of the wine from her glass, but her eyes never once left your body; drinking you in as well.
“Tell me kotenok.,” her hand slid from her now empty glass to gently lay over yours., “Would you be a dear and let me fuck you senseless?”
Natasha smirked when she felt you shiver under her subtle touch., “Your wife will never have to know.,” she added with a teasing smirk, you smiled softly at your wife shining through, but you were brought back to the situation when the redhead squeezed your hand, her patience was running thin., “I’m waiting…”
Meekly you nodded, and that’s all she needed to call the waiter over, pay the tab, then whisk you right off. The two of you rushed into the elevator, the redhead hurriedly pressed the button for the 28th floor, then with that taken care of she shifted to you., “I can’t wait to taste you.,” her lips slammed to yours, catching your needy whimpers, and you melted into her.
Natasha pulled your dazed form behind her as she excitedly rushed to get the key card in the door of their Park Suite. She pushed the door open with vigor, and as soon as she had you inside she pressed you into it., “Fuck, I’ve been thinking about your tits all night kotenok, can I please worship them?,” her lips pecked yours before traveling down your jaw, she was marking your skin., “No marks…M-my wife.,” you whimpered and she harshly bit the skin.
“She won’t mind sharing, now shut up.,” she growled, then continued working on marking you up, your mind went extremely fuzzy as her words reverberated around your mind. Scarlett was never one for harshness, but you couldn’t exactly lie, her aggression had an effect on you; if she were to just reach between the apex of your thighs she’d find quite the flow of arousal.
Her hands however traveled to your back instead, soft fingers tugging harshly at the zipper of your dress and pulling it down until it pooled around your hips., “Fucking gorgeous.,” she groaned when met with your bare chest., “You’re the cutest thing I’ve ever encountered kotenok.,” you smiled at her, then a whine left your lips as she sucked your nipple into her mouth., “I can’t wait to fucking destroy you.”
The way she bit down on your nipple while her fingers twisted the other had you burning up, the need for her touch everywhere all at once was at an all time high., “Natasha, please.,” she released your nipples, her stony eyes met yours while her hand moved to your throat., “Don’t call me that.,” there was an edge to her tone you weren’t used to, you could feel your walls throbbing around nothing in response,, and the way she squeezed your throat only increased your arousal., “Call me daddy.”
“Fuck…,” you choked, the idea alone left you even dizzier than the lack of oxygen did., “Please daddy, I need more.,” she met your pleas with a smirk, using her grip on your throat she pulled you in for a sloppy kiss, her other arm wrapped around your waist, and she even managed to stumble the both of your bodies over to the bed without any trouble.
Natasha tossed your panting form onto the mattress., “Oh kotenok, you dirty, dirty girl.,” she had ripped your dress off to find you not only went without underwear, but that your thighs were painted in your dripping arousal., “Daddy’s treat.,” her hands settled over your knees for leverage, but more importantly to keep you wide open., “You ready kotenok?”
“Mhm, yes daddy.,” you hummed, and she placed a kiss to your cheek., “Good, because I don’t think I can hold back on devouring you any longer.,” in direct contrast her lips began a slow pace as they trailed down your body., “I want to feel you pulsing around my tongue kotenok.,” her tongue swirled around your nipples far too fast to be anything short of teasing, then she continued down your body.
Natasha loved the way your body squirmed the closer she got to your cunt, a devilish laugh rumbled from her chest when you whined, she had skipped right passed your glistening lips and instead lowered herself to be able to kiss up your legs, starting from your ankles, and moving up them slowly, oscillating from left to right to keep you perpetually guessing.
However much fun she was having teasing you it was over once she reached your thighs, her own patience went right out the window at the taste of you., “Fuck you taste sweet kotenok., she groaned, and licked a line up your thighs., “I need to taste you straight from the source.”
The redhead dove right in, her pace was brutal and rooted in carnality, your head was absolutely spinning with each thrust of her tongue. The depth she was able to reach when she suddenly pushed your thighs up was breathtaking—you were a literal gasping mess as she brought your trembling form to bliss with the newfound pressure of her thumb on your neglected clit., “Daddy, o-oh fuck!,” your walls held her tongue in a vice grip, her eyes rolled to the back of her head at the feel of you pulsating, her own core now throbbing in sync.
Natasha wasted no time replacing her tongue with her fingers, she was roughly pounding her digits into you while desperately chasing her own release on your thigh, the both of you were moaning languidly in corresponding breaths., “You’re so fucking tight kotenok.,” she panted., “Fuck, your wife must love pounding this sweet pussy of hers.,” your walls fluttered at the mention of your favorite blonde, but in the same turn your heart oddly ached with guilt.
“Just imagine her walking in on us kotenok.,” she chuckled out darkly., “Seeing as I fuck her wife so well, making you a trembling mess for me, I bet she’d be fucking livid.,” there was a faint trace of venom in her tone that had you wondering if Scarlett detested this fantasy of yours., “I know if you were mine I’d kill the person who thought they could touch you.”
This idea that you’d actually upset her makes your heart rate pick up, your body trembled but the blissed out woman fucking into you mistook it as a sign you were nearing your precipice., “Fuck, cum with me kotenok, drench daddy’s fingers!,” the redhead kept a steady rhythm with her fingers that had you flying over the edge of bliss with her, but the panic you were just feeling had you sobbing.
Natasha pulled out of you, a smirk overtook her face as she saw the flowing tears trailing down your temples., “How fucking pathetic.,” she mocked you, but when you whimpered pitifully it struck her heart, this wasn’t from being overstimulated, something happened and now your heart was failing to cope.
“Baby, what’s wrong?,” you heard the concern, the Natasha Romanoff facade had crumbled, and you were more than grateful for that., “Mommy, please… I-I.,” you grasped for her, and she was quick to press her lips to yours., “Shh, baby, mommy’s here.,” her lips were gentle as they continued to meet yours while her hand flew up to remove the clips and wig.
When she pulled away from your lips you whimpered, but as your eyes fluttered open you were able to settle as she smiled down at you., “What do you need my sweet girl?,” you bit your lip at the thought of what you wanted, the blonde above you saw the mischievous glint in your eyes too., “Mommy, wanna feel you deep inside me, want your cock so bad, please!!”
“Shh baby, no need to cry, mommy’s got you.,” she clambered off of you and made her way to find her suitcase she brought for this event. The red dildo elicited a squeal from you once you saw it dangling between her legs, and she chuckled freely at your much happier form., “There’s mommy’s happy girl.,” she gently kissed your lips., “Remember to breathe.,” and with that she was pushing the strap into you.
Scarlett was taking it slow, allowing you time to get used to the stretching of your walls, she was stilled within you while her lips tenderly kissed over the marks from earlier, she began to nip and suck at them, working to deepen them., “Mommy’s precious girl—all fucking mine.,” you whimpered., “Mm, all yours mommy.”
“Can mommy move now baby?”
“Please…”
Scarlett pulled the strap almost completely out of you, the tip was all that remained, and as soon as you began to whine she rutted her hips forward and you screamed at the sensation. Her hips began to continue this tactic at random, usually after she’d give you painfully slow, and deliciously deep thrusts. Every nerve in your body felt like it was burning, that pit settled deep within your abdomen was ready to snap with every thrust the blonde gave you.
“Mommy’s close too baby.,” Scarlett softly said, letting you know she knew—she always did; if your body was a map she’d have it memorized, and be able to reach the destination with ease. She’d spent years learning all your cues, and the adorable scrunch of your face, mixed with your clenched eyes and harsh breaths told her more than the resistance she’s facing below., “Cum with me baby, let mommy hear how good she fucks you, make a mess of these sheets…”
Scarlett catches your lips with hers as your back arches off of the plush mattress, her arm not holding herself up securing your front to hers as her hips continue to fuck the strap deeply into you to ride out both of your highs, she gasps affectedly against your lips when she feels your arousal drenching her thighs. Truth be told she nearly collapsed into you at the concept of making you squirt., “You’re just so hot baby.,” she groans as she’s lowering you back down, she follows you as she does she continues to kiss you tenderly., “So perfect.”
“Are you okay baby?,” you nodded, then you remembered Scarlett’s affinity for the verbal., “I’m fine mommy.,” you whispered., “Are you?”
Scarlett’s heart soared., “I’m perfect baby.,” she reaffirmed that by kissing you, slowly as if to savor the feel of your swollen lips, to kindly let you taste the remnants of your arousal, and to stay close as the both of your bodies recovered.
Your wife helped you walk into the restroom on your shaky legs, she held your nude body close, swaying you soothingly while waiting for the tub to fill up with warm water., “I love you.,” she beamed at the sound of your tender words, “I promise that I love you so much more baby.”
She pecked away your pout and subsequent rebuttals, they forcibly died on your tongue, only to be replaced by your tired giggles as she settled kisses all over your face., “Adorable.”
Once the water was a little over halfway your wife guided your bodies into the water, you sighed happily as the warmth enveloped you, and Scarlett took a moment to just admire you. You were leaned into her body with your eyes closed, exhaustion prevalent as she watched your breaths begin to slow. This time with you was always peaceful, being able to take care of you was her favorite thing to do, and the fact that you trust her this much boggles her mind.
After she finished washing the both of you, and the water began to run tepid she lightly nudged your shoulder., “Baby, it’s time to wake up.,” she ran a soothing hand down your back when you rolled over and nuzzled into her instead., “Room service is coming soon, come on love.”
“What for?,” you tiredly mumbled causing her to giggle at your sheer reluctance., “Well, if my memory serves me correct.,” she hummed, her finger tapping at her chin as she pretends to ponder the reason., “Champagne.,” your attention slightly piqued., “And?,” she rolled her eyes., “Chocolate covered strawberries.”
“I’m in.,” she snorted., “Good, then get out.”
Tender hands lathered your body in lotion that smelled of citrus, she kneaded your muscles, pulling appreciative groans from your lips., “Thanks Scar.,” she surged forward, kissing your lips in a show of ‘you’re welcome,’ then she moved on to applying The Outsets night cream to your pre-cleansed face, following it up with their eye cream and the moisturizing oil.
The process repeated with herself, you tried to help her but she shushed you, and moved your tired head to rest against her shoulder instead., “All done.,” she purred to stir you back to life. You pulled back with a tired smile and she was overwhelmed with her love for you., “Oh my beautiful girl...,” she kissed you tenderly, yet deeply, the need to feel your lips was forever present for her, and if not for the knock on the door she’d stay here awhile., “Arms up love.”
Scarlett had placed her hoodie over your body, then she settled you on the bed, before she walked away she turned the fireplace on and promised you a speedy return., “My precious little valentine, mommy will be right back.”
Scarlett returned to the bed as she promised, the sight of you so peaceful as you sat in her hoodie while watching the fire roar made her heart swell with an abundance of warmth. Love, it was all she felt with you around, she’s never loved anyone like the way she loved you before, and every time that thought scares her all she has to do is find your smiling face, and all the worries dancing within her disappear.
Worry had no place in her heart as she cuddled up next to you, passing over your bubbling flute and settling the tray of fruit in her lap., “Such a perfect, beautiful gift you are.,” she placed a kiss to your temple, then she fed you a strawberry, and followed it up with her mouth on yours, her tongue quick to savor the sweet taste that enveloped your mouth and now hers.
Once the bottle and tray were polished off you both shimmied under the covers., “Scar?,” she hummed, opening her tired eyes to peer into your beautiful set., “Yes my love?,” she could see how nervous you were, so she gripped your hand and cupped your cheek., “I’m ready.”
Tears immediately filled her eyes as she saw the unwavering truth in your watery eyes., “Happy Valentine’s Day. I hope this wasn’t anticlimactic, because I promise I got you something else too, but it just felt right to…”
“Baby.,” she chuckled over your nervous ramblings., “This is enough, you alone are more than enough, but what you’re offering.,” she paused, doing her best to hold back her need to sob., “It’s everything I’ve ever wanted for us. You’re going to be such a good mom.,” her arms tugged your body into hers further., “So are you Scarlett, you’re already perfect.”
Scarlett’s mind ran wild with flashes of the prospective future as you fell asleep in her warm embrace. From taking care of a pregnant you, to the birth of your children, and to even growing old with you. Nothing could compare to planning out a future with your soulmate, and the fact that you were hers made it better.
She doesn’t mind being yours for a lifetime, not at all, because you being wrapped up in her arms like this is the most natural part of life.
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high and dry | s. johansson
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pairings: older!scarlett johansson x fem!reader
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series summary: you and scarlett are in a secret affair, and you think everything was amazing - outstanding even, until you have yourself wondering that you aren’t a normal girl. you ARE an american whore for the actress.
 warnings: heavily detailed smut, secret relationship, age difference (scarlett is 40 while reader is 20), angst, slight toxic!scarlett, dom/sub references, cheating, severe mommy issues, possessiveness & controlling moments, and fucked up reader - MINORS DNI.
trope: secret affair, angst, and manipulative scarlett.
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author’s note: the layout design is inspired by @scarlettsandmaroons (FAV HUMAN BY THE WAY), and it’s expected that this series is fucked up like the rest of my series so goodluck reading this story LOL
GOD DAMN IT I HAD TO CHANGE THE FUCKING NAME
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chapter one: she knows
chapter two: eyes on you
chapter three: tomorrow never came
MORE TO COME!
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abbyromanoff · 22 days
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hellooo, i wanna request some story, this is kinda angst of something so basically, yn and lizzie have a date plan or dinner plan or something and yn like spent 2 days just fixing everything to be perfect for the plan but yn spent hours too just to wait for lizzie and unfortunately yn get the voicemail that lizzie cant catch up anymore because she has to do something else... so that's it... joint it with the conclusion if you want !!
PICK AND CHOOSE
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PAIRINGS: Elizabeth Olsen x reader
WORD COUNT: 1863
WARNINGS: angst, guilt, arguing, kinda mean!Lizzie, jealousy, fluff, think that’s it :)
NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!
It was perfect. Absolutely perfect. The candles were the only light illuminating the room, the dinner you had prepared sat patiently on the table, and you wore her favorite dress.
She was meant to be home early tonight seeing as the two of you had been planning this for a few weeks. But as the clock continued to tick, your hopes slowly lessened. You had tried calling her eight times already, and six messages were left in her inbox now.
You sat with a frown, sighing with sadness lurking in your body. You rubbed your tired eyes that had tears prepped and gathered the food into a container, placing a sticky note on the top and writing ‘you missed date night again, here’s leftovers.’ It took up until an hour later when she finally answered your call.
“Hey, what’s up?”
“‘What’s up?’ Really? You’re asking me what’s up?” Her brows tightened, her confusion growing.
“Uhm, yes? What did I do? I’m confused.” You were growing angrier as she continued to speak, and you felt your hands clenching until they were reddened.
“Hm, I don’t know, Elizabeth, what did you do? Oh, that’s right! Our fucking date night is missed once again, what a surprise!” You heard a deep breath coming from the other side before a mumbled curse shot from her lips.
“Look, baby, I’m really sorry-“
“I don’t feel like hearing it right now, this is the third fucking time in the past two months alone that you’ve stood me up! Do you know how embarrassing it is to dress up all nice, make dinner, prepare candles and a bath, and clean every inch of the house to the brim just so we could have one nice night that you promised you’d finally make it to?”
“I know, I know, okay? I’m really, really fucking sorry, baby. I promise to make it up to you, I do.” You shook your head in disbelief with a chuckle.
“No, don’t promise me shit anymore. I can’t trust a word you tell me.” The both of you were suddenly interrupted, her by the director asking for her presence, and you by a call by your friend.
“Go ahead and leave, I’m getting a call anyways.”
“Wait- look, can we talk about this later?”
“Yes, bye.” You nearly pressed the button before her voice quickly entered once again.
“That’s it? No ‘love you?’”
“I have to answer Scarlett, Lizzie. Love you bye.” You cut off her last few words that came in revult and answered the call quickly, apologizing for taking so long the moment her voice met the sound waves.
“Don’t worry about it, I was just seeing if you were doing anything. I’m all alone and usually I would love that but I need some company.” You chuckled, leaning against the counter once you grabbed the glass of wine you earlier poured for yourself.
“Yeah, I’m all alone too. Me and Liz were meant to have a date tonight but she missed it again, so I’m all yours.” You could hear whatever actions the woman was doing come to a halt quickly.
“Are you serious? Again, Y/N? Why are you still letting her treat you like this?” You looked down to your glass, the reflection from the red drink making you realize how crappy your life was slowly becoming. If it wasn’t for Scarlett, you’d be all alone.
“I don’t mean to. Can you just come over maybe? I made dinner for us and, well, she didn’t touch it so it’s all yours.” Twenty minutes later a knock was placed on your door before she walked in. She didn’t need to knock, she only insisted on doing so to alert you of her arrival.
“Hello, darlin’, where’s my food?” You handed her a plate that you heated up, as you had taken the foot out of Lizzie’s container and redid your little table design. She oohed at the candles and pulled out your chair for you before heading to her own.
“Mm, this is delicious, sweetheart; you always know how to feed me right.” You chuckled softly, picking at your own.
“Oh, c’mon, don’t let that bitch get you down.”
“She’s my fiancé, not a bitch.” You didn’t sound entirely sure or convincing on your answer, and she rolled her eyes jokingly.
“You know I don’t like her.”
“You used to. You know, before me and her got together, you guys were friends.” You felt as though you ruined the small bond the two had, and you didn’t want to be the fault. While you found it hysterical whenever your best friend would make fun of your lover, you still didn’t want to be the cause of their damage.
“Yeah because you two together opened my eyes on how aggravating she is.” You hummed and twirled the engagement ring on your finger, your eyes seemingly getting lost in the pearls that adorned it.
“It’s not your fault, Y/N. Look, I’m sorry but if she can’t even show up to a few dates how is she going to show up to other important stuff? Like, I don’t know, birthdays, or something.”
“It was just a few dates though, it’s not like she missed our wedding.”
“It’s not just a date, it was something that was clearly important to you that you worked so hard on. She couldn’t even care enough about your date to remember it, what makes you think she’ll care about anything else?” You felt all your witty comebacks falling short as you had no response. She was right, Lizzie obviously didn’t care enough to show up now, who’s to say she ever will?
“Someone would have to be a complete idiot to stand up a pretty girl like you, and I don’t think those five years at college have been doing her any good apparently.” You grinned as she shrugged her shoulders, knowing herself that she was right.
“Well, now that the better person is here, why don’t we have some fun?” You failed to notice the dinging texts from your phone, and you failed to care. You fully engrossed your mind in the moment with Scarlett, because nothing brought you more joy than doing so.
‘youre hanging out with scarlett? wtf it was a date that’s it’
‘you know i dont like her Y/N’
‘fucking answer me already’
‘im on my way home, you better be there when i arrive’
‘why cant you just take sorry? i told you i was sorry is that not enough’
‘im nearby’
‘stop fucking ignoring me Y/N’
‘baby im sorry imma make it up to you just answer me please’
‘this shit is seriously starting to piss me off’
To anyone else, she would’ve seemed incredibly overbearing and possessive, but you never once saw her that way. She was anxious and worried to lose you, was all.
“You don’t use your phone anymore? If I’m the one paying for that shit then you can fucking answer my texts, Y/N.” Your eyes met hers as you placed your card down for the game the two of you had engaged in. It didn’t help you case how close you two looked as you sat opposite to hide your deck, your legs entangled and your bodies close enough to cause suspicion. You didn’t see it this way, and you assumed Scarlett hadn’t either, so you didn’t understand why Lizzie was so mad.
“Shit, I didn’t know you texted me, I’m sorry.” You quickly responded, but Scarlett was hot on your tails.
“Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to like that?” Lizzie clenched her jaw tightly as she removed her jacket in a quick manner, throwing it on the couch as she spoke.
“I’m talking to my fiancé, Scarlett, and I don’t think you have any place in this. So I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” But she didn’t budge, only crossing her arms over her chest as you watched a small dispute form between the two. It felt like your world was slowly caving in even deeper, and every piece of it was caused by Elizabeth. Scarlett was the one helping you repair her damage, but it didn’t help when you continued on with your relationship still.
“Please stop arguing. I’m sorry, okay? I tried making this house perfect for you and I prepared a nice dinner and a bath, I even wore my nicest dress for you when knowing the pieces cut into my shoulder blade. You didn’t show up and that’s not my fault, and I’m tired of waiting on you for everything. So can I please just have one night where I get to be with my friend and actually laugh and smile before I have to deal with this again? I’m tired of it, Lizzie, it’s so tiring going back and forth with you constantly and I need some time away from you right now.” Their words came to a halt, and they both turned to face you. Your fiancé stared at you with a hint of sadness covered by disbelief, while Scarlett gave you a sorrowful look.
“Seriously? You’re this pissed over one date? We can reschedule or something, I was busy at work because some of us actually have jobs and have to make their own money for a living.”
“It’s not just a date, Liz. You put work before me now and everything has changed. Just because I’m not the one paying for it doesn’t mean I’m not the one putting food on the table, I do just as much as you by taking care of this place.” Your best friend stood closer to you now, rubbing your shoulders soothingly as she took your hand and walked you away. Lizzie followed after you two with complaints, but Scarlett closed the door to your bedroom before she could enter. The lock was turned, and while you felt horrible for not letting your partner into her own room, you knew you didn’t want to see her right now.
“Alright, beautiful, I’ll deal with her and you stay here and try and get some rest for me, yeah?” You nodded and stared at your fingers that tapped against your leg nervously.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make this a big deal.”
“You didn’t do anything wrong, the woman outside that door is the one who did. This will never be your fault, and if she tries to make that seem true you let me know right away.” You were lucky to have the blonde help you so much, and you just wished Liz was able to do the same as her. But they could never compete, Scarlett would always win the way to your heart in the end and deep down your lover knew that, which is why she was so mad you chose her instead of waiting. But she also knew you deserved better than her, and she knew she couldn’t give you the same love you deserved. But she would never be willing to let you go, whether she knew it was wrong or not, you would always be her girl.
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nighttime-dreaming · 2 years
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Submissive Training
Summary: Natasha, having witnessed the dynamic shared between Wanda and Y/N admits that she wants to explore it with them and join their relationship after months of flirting. Finally relenting to Natasha’s constant begging to be broken down and turned into a submissive, needy whore for her partners, Y/N starts the training sessions with their pets. NSFW 18+
Warnings: Gags, fuck machines, dildo, oral, sybian usage, rope, bondage, pet names, Threesomes, BDSM themes, Sub!Wanda, Sub!Natasha, Dom!Reader, tit worship, spit licking, overstimulation, slight breeding kink(?), cum kink, natasha will literally cry if she’s not constantly being filled.
Word Count: 3.6K
Also: Male Y/N is here. I’m gonna have them using He/They pronouns because frankly there is too much afab Gender Neutral Readers out there and while that’s great, some male/amab G!N readers or male readers would be great too. 
She whimpered through the gag as the rope binding her hands tightened and was pulled up higher to extend her bent over position. Her drool had soaked into the cloth in her mouth and was beginning to drip down her neck towards her heaving chest as she tried to simultaneously pull herself away and thrust backwards into the dildo currently stretching her open. The machine was set onto its lowest setting as the larger dildo slowly pushed itself into her wet pussy, and the redhead whined deeply in her chest as the toy lodged itself as deep as it could go. 
“Good girl, Natasha. Such a good little slut, aren’t you? Taking that stretching like a good pet. Isn’t she being so good, Wanda?” Tear filled green eyes looked up at Y/N, who was proudly standing before the Russian in nothing but their suit trousers and shoes with Wanda happily kneeling by their side with her lips wrapped around their fingers. 
Natasha groaned through the gag, and she watched the way Wanda’s eyes fluttered shut at the sound and gagged on her master’s fingers thrusting further down her throat. Wanda pulled her mouth away from his fingers before reaching a hand up to cup the bulge growing in her master’s trousers. Y/N groaned happily at the sensation, lifting his hand to run through her brown hair before taking hold of Wanda’s collar and directing her over towards Natasha. 
“Now, since you’ve been such a good puppy for me, I’m gonna let you sit on this sybian right here where you have access to Natasha’s lovely pussy and tits. You can cum as much as you want, Detka, and you can take whatever you want from Natasha. It’s ok, this is your reward sweetheart.” Y/N whispered gently as they helped strap Wanda onto the machine. 
The Sokovian was whining and whimpering, her hips swaying back and forth where she knelt in preparation for her master to set up the machine for her and strap her legs into place. Natasha’s head fell forwards, and she watched the way Wanda’s eyes were glazed over and staring at her bare breasts that were very much within the younger woman’s reach. Another whine and shuffle later had Y/N quickly strapping the woman’s legs down before turning her head to face them. 
“You’re starting to go a bit non-verbal in your excitement, and that’s perfectly ok, but we need to remember to use our safe words or safe signals when we need to, alright?” Wanda smiled and nodded her head quickly, before she was taking a deep breath and slowly exhaling it. Reaching her hands up to settle on Y/N’s thighs, the woman sighed and leaned her head forward against his knee. 
“I-I know my words. My signal. I’m a good girl.” Wanda whispered, her accent heavy and thick on her tongue as Y/N brushed their thumb against the apple of her cheek. 
“Such a good girl. Ok Wanda, you can start playing now while I start on Natasha. You can play with her as much as you want and you can stop whenever you want. Ok Princess?”
Another hazy smile and nod had Y/N removing his hands from her face and watching as the witch lowered herself onto the machine and moaned loudly as the vibrations travelled up her spine. Natasha moaned around her gag, and once again tried to pull herself free of the dildo before Y/N had her face captured in their strong grip. The redhead took a deep breath in when she felt the toy shift inside of her, before whimpering when the machine started to move again. 
“You wanted to be broken down, baby. I never said it was going to be easy. Wanda here was so ready and willing to be submissive she fell right into her role and headspace. She’s even developed more. You? I’ll accept all of your brattiness and fighting because by the end of your training you’re going to be the brainless little fucking whore you said you wanted to be. Remember your safe words and signals?” When Natasha nodded, Y/N pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. “Good girl. Let’s get started”.
The Russian’s whine was a high pitched, squeal of a noise. Her eyes closed tightly and her jaw dropped as the machine slowly dragged the dildo out of her pussy until only the tip remained, before pushing back inside of her and forcing her sensitive walls apart. This was the second dildo that Y/N had been using to stretch her out in preparation for what she could only hope to be his own cock. Natasha could feel the tugging on her pussy lips, and delicious friction sending shivers up her spine every time the tip nudged deeply inside of her. Tingles spread across her stomach when she forced herself backwards on the next thrust forward, forcing the toy to hit her g-spot harder than before causing a deep groan to tear its way from her throat. 
Wanda whimpered at the noise, before her hands were reaching up to tug on invitingly pink nipples that would brush against the apples of her cheeks whenever she tilted her head up. The widow moaned around the gag, and hazy green eyes looked down to stare at the woman on her knees before her. The Sokovian was riding the sybian at a languid pace, her hips rolling in circles every now and then to trigger a sensation that made her nose twitch and her eyes roll back into her head. 
When Wanda focused on the breasts before her, she took notice of the drool that was still dripping down Natasha’s chest. Forcing herself to stretch up as high as she could, a warm tongue dragged upwards from the bound woman’s navel to the centre of her breasts. Wanda moaned loudly, her eyes closing as her body shook through the pleasure of the orgasm tearing through her veins. Slumping back onto the vibrating plate beneath her, Natasha watched as the woman forced her clit into the sensation as she cried out and reached black painted nails towards her thighs to hold on tightly. 
The red head was so distracted by the sight before her that she hadn’t realised that the speed of the dildo had slowly been increasing. When she felt the tip bashing against her g-spot more often than before, she craned her head backwards and met the smirk adorning Y/N’s face. They clicked a button, and the dildo sped up once more forcing Natasha forward as the machine fucked into her and pushed her closer to Wanda. The witch hummed in response, her nails still holding tightly to Natasha’s thighs pulling her closer so she could nuzzle into the Russian’s dripping pussy. 
“Mmph!” Strong arms tried to pull away from the sensation as Natasha moaned and shook trying to dislodge the witch from her pussy.
In response, she felt the ropes around her tighten once more, and Wanda relaxed more onto the sybian as her lips trailed up and latched onto her clit. A scream escaped Natasha, and she sobbed through her gag when strong hands took hold of her breast from behind and tugged harshly on her sensitive nipples. She could feel the tingles in her stomach spreading out towards her hips and down towards her clit, and the redhead moaned at the feeling of her orgasm hurtling towards her. Before she could cum, the machine stopped, the hands removed themselves from her breasts and Wanda was pulling away and frantically humping down to trigger another orgasm. Y/N chuckled, and a seductive string of praises escaped his mouth as Wanda grinded down against the new, stronger, level of vibrations of her throne. 
The sybian was one of Wanda’s favourite toys when she was given the control to play as she wished. She could cum whenever she wanted, as much as she wanted, and she could bask in the feeling of her magic sizzling away beneath her skin and rushing through her veins as the endorphins flooded her system and the woman rode her highs. 
“Mmmh! Mmph!” The witch opened her eyes and took in the sight of Natasha thrashing in her bindings, trying to force her body back against the toy barely brushing the opening of her pussy as she frantically tried to claw her orgasm back from where it was quickly slipping away. Y/N chuckled, before he started tugging on the woman’s nipples again and tightening his hand around her throat. 
“You’ll get to cum when you submit to me. So much fight in you, and it doesn’t belong here. If you’re a good girl, you’ll get to cum. Maybe if you’re good I’ll fuck that pretty pussy myself and fill you with my own cum. Wanda loves that, don’t you pup?” 
The witch moaned, her hand reaching for her master and tugging at his trousers to free the very thing being offered to Natasha. Y/N chuckled, before removing her hands and slowly undressing himself so that only his boxers remained tight around their hips. Wanda whined, her hands pulling the fabric away before she was arching her body forwards to press a quick kiss against the tip before nuzzling into her master’s hip. 
Natasha moaned, her eyes focused on the god before her as she felt the device slowly start fucking her once more. The slow drag of the silicon against her took the air from her lungs, and she could feel her nerves growing raw as she was continuously edged. There was arousal dripping down her thighs, and if she tipped her head down low enough, she could see the way it pooled into the dips where Wanda still had one of her hands resting. When the witch took notice, she was quick to suck her fingers into her mouth, before quickly moving forward and licking her way up the Russian’s thighs. A strong tongue licked against her pussy lips, and Natasha felt her own hips jump as the woman licked around where the dildo was fucking her. 
A deep groan escaped the witch as she once again latched onto the older woman’s clit. Natasha tried to free herself from the stimulation, only for Y/N to up the speed of the dildo once more and take a strong hold of her hips before forcing her both backwards and down towards Wanda’s mouth and the machine. Natasha looked up at Y/N, and the smouldering heat in their gaze made her stomach tighten in arousal as they removed one of his hands from her hips and quickly pulled it back down to leave a stinging slap against the side of her ass.
The woman jumped, her hands clenching tightly around the rope as she felt her thoughts begin to whirl behind her tightly closed eyes. She knew this is what she wanted, she had basically begged for Y/N to do this for her who had only agreed once Wanda looked into the woman’s mind and saw her desires to be justified and truthful. Still, the ache in her stomach from the edging and the raw nerves being battered by the machine fucking the dildo into her was enough to have her antsy and desperate. The added stimulus of Wanda sucking on her clit and licking around her stretched out pussy lips had her hanging on the edge as she tried to force herself into an orgasm that just wouldn’t come. 
“Oh darling, you really are needy, aren’t you? You really want to cum. Maybe if you’re a good girl you’ll get to cum. You want my dick, baby? Want Wanda to suck your pretty little clit into her mouth while i fuck you dumb?” Strong hands forced her head up so their eyes could meet, and Natasha whined and thrashed around in her bindings once more to signify that, yes, that is exactly what she wanted. 
"Ok sweetheart, let’s get you properly fucked. Maybe if you’re a good girl you can cum then. Give me the gag, baby. Let me hear those pretty moans.” When the cloth was removed from her mouth, Natasha squealed loudly as Wanda sucked particularly hard on her throbbing clit and buried her nails into her thighs. Y/N chuckled and lowered a hand to lovingly brush through brown locks before disappearing behind Natasha and waiting for the dildo to pull back before turning the machine off and moving it out of the way. 
“Once I’ve broken you in, I’m gonna tie you down so you’re bent over and this machine can fuck you until you’re begging me to turn it off. It can get to some very fun speeds, and I’m sure you’ll absolutely hate it when the time comes. Nevermind that right now, let’s get you good and broken so I can fill this sweet pussy with my cum. Then Wanda can eat it out of you like the little slut cumslut she is.” 
Wanda moaned and forced her hips down at the comment, and Natasha shivered at the sensation of the moan travelling up her clit. A deep chuckle from behind her had Natasha tensing in preparation for what was going to happen, and she whined when she felt another slap to her ass rain down one after the other. Pulling her legs up to her chest as much as the ropes around her ankles would allow, Natasha fought back once more before being manhandled backwards so she lost all tension from her grip on the rope above her head. Grunting and thrashing around, the woman tried to get Wanda to dislodge yet again before she felt Wanda’s hands wrapping tightly around her ribs to hold onto her before she felt a warm mouth encircle her nipple. The witch sunk her teeth into the tender flesh of her breasts when she felt the woman try and struggle away from her, and she defiantly lowered one hand to rub her fingers against a hyper sensitive and throbbing clit. 
“FUCK!” The Russian wiggled, trying to disengage from the torturous sensations before she felt Y/N resting against her naked back. 
Taking a deep breath, Natasha held still as she felt them drag the tip of their dick along her pussy lips before resting it against her clit. The woman could feel Wanda’s fingers brushing against them both, and gulped at the huffed breath escaping the god behind her that fanned against her neck. Y/N was a beast of a creature, all strong muscles and all-encompassing heights with powers and abilities that had Wanda humping their lap after every mission at the sheer display of raw power. 
That raw power was now nuzzled against her back, preparing to fuck her until they came so deep inside of her she was sure no red room procedure would beat the god’s animalistic intentions. Their hands had torn people and monsters alike apart, but they were somewhat gentle as they brushed down her spine and settled around her hips to keep her helpless in her bindings with no tension point to pull on and gain some leverage. She could feel the way he huffed as he dragged his hard cock against her slit to coat himself in her arousal. The tip brushed her opening, and the brattiness still simmering inside of her that refused to be defeated roared back to life in one last burst of energy making her push back into their grip and attempt to push Wanda away from her body completely. 
A hand wrapped tightly around her throat from behind, and heartbeats later she felt Y/N slowly start pushing forward to slide inside of her. Even with the two dildos prepping her for hours and keeping her on the edge, and the arousal coating her thighs still dripping, she felt herself stretch even more around their member as he slowly pushed himself forward. There was a burn, and in some areas a slight sting, but the sensation only triggered deep, ragged moans to tumble from Natasha’s mouth as she struggled to hold herself upright. 
When Y/N rested his hips against a plump and pink, slap-stained ass, a rumble vibrated free from his chest. Wanda hummed at the sound, moving to suckle on Natasha’s clit gently as her hips forcefully rode the sybian that was vibrating harshly against her sopping pussy. The Sokovian had cum so many times by now that she had lost count, and the tingling sensation settling in her clit pushed her further into her headspace as she hummed happily and licked at the arousal coating her face and Natasha’s thighs. 
Y/N took hold of Natasha’s hip in a strong grip, pulling back before forcing their hips forward and thrusting deep into the warm and wet pussy wrapped tightly around him. Natasha screamed, her bound hands gripping onto the rope as Y/N began pounding into her from behind. Harsh licks were flicking against her clit as she felt the tingling sensation erupt across her stomach as every thrust forced their tip against her g-spot. The woman’s head fell down to her chest when she felt a hand brushing against her stomach, and her eyes widened when she saw the witch’s fingertips brushing against the bulge of her stomach that appeared whenever Y/N thrust himself inside of her. The angle her body was contorted in gave both women a great view, and Natasha felt the pressure increase when the brunette pushed her hand against the bulge on her stomach. 
A deep moan was heard, and Natasha squeaked when Y/N’s pace picked up and his thrust pushed deeper inside of her in response to the witch’s touch. Feeling the waves of pleasure rolling forwards and the pressure building in her stomach, Natasha sobbed as her orgasm stayed just out of reach. She could hear the wet sounds her pussy made as she was railed within an inch of her life, and the god frantically rutting into her from behind was panting and pulling at her hips more and more with every thrust signalling they were close to his own orgasm too. 
“Fuck, gonna fill you up. You just gotta submit for me baby and you can have whatever you want. No more fighting, just let go. It’s ok, just let go and relax for me. Be a good girl, Natasha. That’s it”. Another deep thrust, more pressure on her stomach and a warm mouth on her clit had the woman shrieking as her body finally became lax. 
The Russian slumped into her bindings, her shoulders relaxing and her back arching into the brutal fucking she was receiving from behind before trying to thrust her hips forward into Wanda’s mouth. The god and the witch moaned simultaneously, both of their actions picking up when they felt the complete submission of their newest addition. Feeling euphoria start to seep into her brain at finally giving up, she whined and riveted in her spot as she began chasing her orgasm. Feeling the tight walls clenching around him, Y/N moaned and humped into the tight, wet heat of Natasha’s pussy as he felt his orgasm rushing forward.
“Gonna fill you up like a good little whore. Take my cum, Natasha. That’s a good girl.”
The sensation wasn’t anything like she had experienced before, and the feeling of hot cum forcing itself into her while a god rutted into her from behind and a powerful witch kneeled at her feet sent blinding pleasure shooting through her veins. Her eyes clenched shut and her legs tried to close at such overstimulation as she was continuously fucked and licked and sucked. The pressure kept building as they fucked into her, their hard dick still pounding away before she was screaming and her eyes were rolling into the back of her head as the pressure in her stomach finally snapped and her orgasm came rushing forwards. 
Everything became hazy around her as pleasure, pain and peace rattled through her system all at once. She felt like she was floating, and a burst of everything good buzzed along her nerve endings as she lost herself in the feeling around her. She was on cloud nine, and never had she ever felt such euphoria from a simple orgasm before. As the feeling faded, she made out the sensation of warm lips lapping at her thighs and wet fingers tugging at swollen and sensitive nipples. Sinking into the feeling, Natasha mumbled and whimpered as she clenched and felt something hard still buried deep inside of her. 
A few short thrusts and another hot burst of cum seemed into her body and the grunt she let loose was content as she fully sunk into the rope bindings holding her above the ground. Her legs moved to trap Wanda closer to her pussy, and the witch pulled her knees so they could rest on her shoulders and provide the woman with some leverage. Warm hands stroked from her hips to her stomach as her body was pulled into a warm embrace. Feeling gentle fingers brush her sweaty hair away from her face, the woman sighed and closed her eyes as her master slowly fucked their cum deep inside of her weeping pussy. 
Relaxing into the sensation, Natasha let her partners manoeuvre her body whichever way they saw fit before she felt soft lips pressing against her bloated feeling stomach and her thighs. Wanda slowly pulled away, lifting herself free of the vibrations so she could nuzzle into sweaty and flushed skin. Y/N moaned deeply, as they slowly pulled out, only for Natasha to whine deeply until her master was inside of her again. She settled down, relaxing at the feeling of being full before closing her eyes and fully relaxing. 
“Such a good girl for us, Tasha. Well done baby. Well done.”
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notlhecxzsa · 10 months
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Accidents II - S.J
Hiii, this is a very very sensitive fic and everything is not a real happenstance. Hope you enjoy!
WARNING ⚠️: Forced sex, super mean drunk Scarlett, physical abused, mental abused, hurt reader.
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3rd Person's POV:
Scarlett woke up groggily, her head pounding with the ache of a hungover. Memories of last night seems to have ran away from her mind, all she could think of is how to wash away the alcohol in her system, externally and internally.
Blinking away the brightness that continuesly seeping through the thick curtains, she thought about how she would take a shower first and then having a very much needed hot coffee along with some painkillers.
Her body still felt slightly high because of the substances she took from last night, but then again, last night was completely forgotten.
Curiosity filled her when she realized that she slept in the guest room.
What the hell happened last night? She thought. Wishing, that she didn't slept in the guest room last night because you told her so, a possible result from one of her stupid doings when she's drunk.
Speaking of which, where are you right now? Maybe still sleeping, as far as she remembered you did took a shot or two before she demanded for you to drink only some of the fruit cocktails so you wouldn't be that drunk, because she fully knows well how light you are.
Taking some minutes for herself to take in everything, before sitting up, without looking back, she was quick to make her way towards the bedroom you shared, expecting for you to be still in your dream land, but she was met by a neat bed, without any signs of being used.
The 2 black cards she forgot yesterday was still laying on where she had left it.
Frowning, she continue to move around thinking that maybe, you did slept her and just cleaned everything up immediately, like you usually do and maybe, you just slept on the side of your bed peacefully without moving her side.
After she took a very much needed shower, thinking of everything she have and want to do today with her work and with you. So far, she wasn't busy, so she took it as a chance to spend the whole day with you.
She went downstairs expecting to see you there, to hear the music that you would play in the morning as you dance around the kitchen while cooking the most delicious breakfast, but, instead, she was met by silence.
"Y/n? Baby? Darling?" She called and called as she wandered around the house, in every corner where she thinks she could possible find you.
But, same things happened. You were nowhere to be found, which makes her frown.
Seeing that she couldn't find you and will not be able to know where you are, she decided to call you. So, she went in the sala, hoping to find her cellphone so she could call you.
But, to no avail, even her cellphone wasn't there, so she walked towards the kitchen and there she saw her phone on the floor, with Y/n's bag and the things inside it scattered around the floor.
Worry rush through her veins, and before she could even make a move, someone called her name.
"Scarlett, did you not heard me? Gosh, I was almost already screaming outside." There goes her manager, Lucy.
"Hey, do you know where's Y/n?" Lucy stopped in her tracks, the greeting is not what she expected. A hi or hello would be enough.
"No...? Why? Aren't you with her?- Oh,  and by the way, how was she? Last night was a complete fucked up mess." Scarlett could only throw a very confused face to Lucy as her manager rummage through her fridge.
"What?" Scarlett asked.
"I saw how she was so shaken up- oh, and you!..." Lucy stood up from her crouching position and turned to point a finger on Scarlett, now completely forgetting what she was trying to find. "Why did you dragged her like that? God, I saw how you almost ripped her arm. I hope you know by now that, that man was harassing her." Lucy once again, started rummaging through the fridge.
"Wait, wait, wait..." Scarlett stood up and ran towards Lucy and almost forcefully turned the older woman towards her. "What the fuck happened last night?"
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"Fuck, Lucy, I need to find her, right now. Can you please go around the house and help me find her? I'll just try to call her." Scarlett said before she began to wander around the house, checking the guest room on the first floor, while Lucy began to check the 2nd.
To no avail, Scarlett didn't saw Y/n, even a silhouette, as soon as she stopped in the middle of the living room, phone in her hand, typing away so many text for Y/n, a bloodcurdling scream was leashed out throughout her house.
Snapping her head up upstairs, her legs moved quickly until she was brought in front of the guest room she woke up this morning, a worried frown formed in her face when she saw Lucy standing over the end of the bed, looking down at something.
"What the fuck, Scarlett? Did you do this?" Lucy made a quick work to kneel down infront of the shaking black and white bruised body of Y/n, who is whimpering quietly as she put all her weight in between of the bed and the bedside table, naked with the comforter around her body that provides enough privacy, but not warmth.
Everything became muffled to Scarlett, the sweet comforting nothing that is coming out of Lucy's mouth was blocked out as Scarlett's blurred by tears in her eyes widened at the sight in front of her.
She saw how Y/n forced herself to be smaller in between of the furnitures, she saw the bruises littered all over her wife's black and blue body, as Y/n continuesly shaking her head that is bowed down side to side, afriad to be touched, scared to be seen, so sensitive to even move her mouth to talk.
Very traumatized.
It was a horrific sight that Scarlett felt her knees getting week, a muffled sob coming out of her mouth.
"No! Please..."
"Scarlett, please!"
"It hurts... I'm sorry... Please..."
"No, no, no- AHHH!"
"S-Scar-... Scarlett..."
Everything seemes to hit her like a massive truck, as she finally got everything settle inside her.
"No!" Y/n's shaking voice boomed weakly throughout the room, and Lucy looked back up at Scarlett with tears in her eyes threatening to spill.
Everybody loves the girlfriend of the actress, god, she was a ball of sunshine, has a smile that could light up the room. She was everything that everyone could ask for. She was so loveable, a fragile thing that no one would ever attempt to hurt her even verbally.
God, it broke Lucy's heart to see one of her dear friend like this. Y/n's like a little sister to her.
"Did you do this?" Lucy already knew, deep inside, she already knew, with how drunk Scarlett was last night, how she held Y/n around like she was weightless.
Scarlett came forward crouching down in front of her girl carefully, hands shaking as she ignored the question.
"I-..." Her own sob choked her up, her own words crumbles down on her throat as she took in your sight.
"Bab-..." She whimpered, as if she was feeling how hurt you are right now. "I'm-... I'm so-... I'm sorry." She stumbled speaking.
They heard you whispering, which broke their heart even more.
"No..."
"Please..."
"I can't anymore..."
"It hurts..."
"Stop..."
"Help..."
"Fuck, Scarlett." Lucy whispered, holding back a huge sob.
She can't believe it.
She can't believe anything that's in front of her.
Scarlett hurting Y/n would be a fever dream, she knew the actress could never ever, ever do that. Not in a million or billion of years.
Scarlett doesn't even let anyone touch her girl in such way.
God, even just looking at Y/n in a wrong way could build up so much anger inside of Scarlett, and a war would appear.
But...
This?...
It can't be true, does it?
"Fuck, Scarlett." Her voice is much more louder this time, tears started spilling out as she looked at Scarlett with so much hatred and disappointment, Scarlett only looked down at Y/n as if her whole world is crumbling down.
But, that seems to snap something out of Scarlett, everything was too much. So so much. God, she hurt the one best thing that has ever happened to her.
She hurt you.
"I know! God. Fuck, I know, Lucy." With that, broken sobs came out.
With that, Y/n's body moved, her voice became louder as she started to plead.
"No! Please. No, I can't anymore. Please, stop! I'll- I'll be good, I promise, please, d-don't." In each and every words that came out of Y/n's mouth, was like a sharpened knife slowly digging its way inside of Scarlett's heart.
"Hey, I'm sorry, I- I won't- I won't hurt you-" Scarlett started to reach out, and Y/n saw it that made her eyes wide, automatically, she forced herself to stand up out of fear, making both of the older woman in front of her to stand up too.
Wrong move, because as soon as Y/n stood up, her throat tightened, even though she was gripping the comforter in her hands to continue to cover up her body she now felt more showed off.
Her weakened knees started buckling, her vision blurring as she started to feel so light headed while words of pleas continuesly coming out of her mouth without any stop.
Her breathing became much more ragged, and they can see her situation.
But, she leaned towards Lucy, holding onto the woman with her dear life, as the woman hold her the same, as Scarlett took steps forward to also hold her girl, but Y/n only started to pushed herself more towards Lucy as if it was even possible.
"Y/n, angel..."
"Oh, sweet girl."
"D-don't touch me, please..." It was faint. "Get-... Out of here... Want out... Away... Please..." Now, it was only a mumble.
Both of their heart stopped when Y/n fell down, thankfully both of the woman caught her just in time.
They were still in shock, doesn't know what to do, or what to say.
But, they know that Y/n need them more than anything.
I can't say the same thing to Scarlett.
And, she knew that Y/n would need everyone but her.
And, that just broke her heart even more.
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