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littlexscarletxwitch · 1 year

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Your writing is really cute! May it continue to go well for you <3

If I may request, what if Scarlett Johansson was cast in acommercial as Pinocchio? During the shooting, her nose actually grows whenever she lies. No one knows it's actually her nose except the reader who is Scarlett's agent who tries to help cover up that it is her nose. This would be a comedic fluff story as Scarlett appreciates the reader's help. I hope this is alright, and hope you are well!

── ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎ 𝗶'𝗺 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗼𝗰𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗼

paring: scarlett johansson x fem!reader (platonic)

tag(s): fluff, it's the pinocchio curse for me, short blurb

warning(s): grammatical errors, unedited, not proofread, language

word count: 1,475

note: Thank you anon <3. I really hope you like this. I have to admit you had me staring at my laptop trying to figure out how to write this, but it was really fun to write and I think it is cute. Aahh, first Scarjo fic, I'm excited and nervous. I'm not a native english speaker, so please let me know about any sort of mistake. Hope you enjoy! <3

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It was 5PM, you were tired, but you knew that this was the last thing on your schedule and then you were good to go home.

You were currently staring at Scarlett, watching over her as the makeup artists did their work on her. You had to admit that she looked cute in that Pinocchio outfit. She was supposed to shoot this commercial about wood and, for some odd reason, the executive producer thought it would be a great idea if she was dressed as Pinocchio. You honestly thought nothing of it, since the whole thing was a favor from Scarlett to that said executive producer.

They were about to start shooting, when you suddenly realized the look on Scarlett’s face. A few seconds ago, she was happily chatting with one of the makeup artists. You could tell she was flirting with them, their red cheeks given them away. And then a second later, Scarlett’s face dropped. She looked both confused and scared, more scared than confused. She got up quickly and ran to her dressing room. Everyone on set was as confused as you, and given that you were the only one who knew her well enough, their eyes shifted to your frame. It hit you, then, that you were the one supposed to go check on her.

You ran up to her dressing room and knocked softly on the door.

“Scar, is everything okay?”

“Y/N, DO NOT COME IN!” her words startled you, she only raised her voice at you when she was losing it.

Something was really wrong with her.

“Scar, what happened?” worry filled your tone.

“It’s just, something is really wrong, okay?”

“I’m sure it is something that can be fixed,” you tried to calm her down.

“I don't know what is happening, Y/n. I don’t understand why is happening.”

“Just opened up the door, okay? Let me help you,” you tried.

You were about to speak up again, when you heard the door unlocking. Scarlett opened up the door, her right hand was covering the lower half of her face, hiding from you her nose and lips.

“What’s going on?”

“I just, let me show you,” she put down her hand, but still you had know clue what she was on about. You raised your eyebrow at her, to which she rolled her eyes at you. “Okay, umm, I believe you are a horrible person,” she blurted out.

You were going to reply to her when suddenly her appearance changed, her nose grew a full centimeter bigger. Your eyes grew wide, your hand covering your mouth in shook.

You both stay a whole minute in silence, you processing what you just saw and Scarlett internally freaking out at your no-reaction. She then realized that this wasn’t a dream or a hallucination, it was actually happening.

“Oh my god,” was all that left your mouth. You coudn’t believe your eyes. Her nose actually grew out of nowhere. It was only a centimeter, it was hardly noticeable, only you could tell the difference since you saw when it happened.

“I’M FUCKING TURNING INTO PINOCCHIO,” you snorted, you didn’t mean to, it just happened. “Y/N!”

“Sorry, I’m sorry. It’s just humor is my coping mechanism,” you tried to stop your laughter.

Scarlett didn’t know if she was going to laugh as well, or if she was about to cry. But then when your laughter filled the room, she couldn’t help but laugh as well. This was the most stupid crazy-ass situation ever.

“Okay, yeah, it’s a bit funny. But what are we going to do, Y/n? I can’t shoot this stupid commercial with my nose like this. You know I don’t believe anything I’m supposed to say in it, it’s all a scam, and if I lie my nose will keep on growing,” she said once both of your laughters died.

“Do you want me to tell everyone that you got sick?”

She gave it a thought, but then shaked her head.

“No. What if it happens again when I try to shoot it for the second time?”

“Yeah, you’re right. We can’t risk that. What if you called the blue fairy?” you joked, Scarlett, once again, rolled her eyes at you. “Sorry, coping mechanism, I just told you.”

“Y/n, I need a real solution here,” you nodded at her words.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Let me think,” you started to pace around.

Her eyes trailed your figure as you walked back and forth, anxiety creeping over you knowing that Scarlett was counting on you to save her ass, like you usually did. After what for Scarlet felt like a whole hour, you stopped your pacing and turned to her.

“Okay. It’s only about two centimeters bigger, it’s hardly noticeable for the rest. What if I call in SFX Makeup and tell them you want a nose prosthetic that looks like Pinocchio’s nose?”

“I don’t know, Y/n…”

“Think it through,” you cut her off. “Bryan is going to love it, he suggested this whole Pinnochio idea, and the prosthetic will cover your nose.”

“What about when the shooting ends? Am I going to have to live with this forever?”

“One problem at a time, Scar. Don’t worry about it, we’ll figure it out later, okay? I’m going to call them in, yeah? They will cover your nose with a fake one and no one will tell something happened to your actual nose. You are going to look cute as fuck,” you gave her a reassuring smile, gently squeezing her hand, before walking out the door.

After closing the door behind you, you dropped your back on the door, taking a big breath.

“I don't get paid enough for this shit,” you mutter, before heading to the SFX Makeup department.

[...]

As you predicted, Bryan, the executive producer, loved the idea. Somehow he told everyone that it was in fact his own idea, but you couldn’t care less if it only meant that Scarlett would be done with this. Meaning you'd also be done with this.

The shooting ended by 7pm. You thanked it didn’t take them longer since you were tired and you needed a solution for Scarlett’s little problem.

You watched as Scarlett made her way to her dressing room, subtly touching her fake nose so it wouldn't fall in front of everyone, you trailing behind her.

You closed the door once you both were inside. Scarlett’s back was facing you.

“What is it, Scar?” you softly asked her. You notice that now the fake nose was in her hand.

“Look how big it is!” she said, turning around for you to see her nose.

Your eyes grew wide for the second time that day. Her real nose now resembled the fake nose she had on a few seconds ago.

“What am I supposed to do now?”

“Umm, let’s get this stuff off of you, yeah?” you said, referring to the Pinocchio costume. “You go take a shower, okay? It will make you feel better,” you gently pushed her inside the bathroom, before she could complain to you.

While Scarlett was taking a shower, you did a little search on Pinocchio’s nose. You found out on Reddit that a lot of people said that Pinocchio’s nose should shrink once he tells the truth. You thought it was all bullshit, but given that you saw Scarlett's nose grow bigger you thought that the least the two of you could do was try that.

Once she got out of the shower, you told her what you found out online.

“Well, here goes nothing.”

“If this doesn’t work you can always get a nose job,” she gave you a death glare. “Sorry.”

“Okay, umm, my name is Scarlett Ingrid Johansson,” the both of you went silent for a second, waiting for something to happen. “This is use–,” but you shut her.

“Look,” you pointed at her nose, and the both of you watched as her nose got a centimeter smaller.

You both smile at each other, relief washing over you that this shit was actually working out.

Scarlett started blurting out truths, she would say things like the earth was round, her blood was red, the ice is solid and so on. Her nose getting smaller with each truth. She was now a centimeter away from her nose getting back to normal.

“And, Y/n is really pretty,” she finished, a grin plastered on her face. You could only roll your eyes at her and chuckle at her statement.

“You are a dork.”

“Oh my god, it worked. Hey, but what if I lied again?”

“Well, unless you don’t want your nose to grow again, just don’t lie,” you winked at her.

“Y/n,” she said, her tone indicating disbelief.

“You can always get that nose job.”

“Y/N!”

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goldenempyrean · 2 years

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reader and sick!scarlett go ice skating. reader is worried because scarlett just recovered from a nasty cold and doesn’t want her girlfriend to overdo it. scarlett insists she is fine though, it’ll be fun and she feels a lot better. however the cold atmosphere triggers a high fever on scarlett. and as you can imagine, dizzyness and ice skating don’t go very well together

Burning On Ice

Hi!! Hopefully everyones having a great day, I got another fic done :) Dont ask about the title, I wrote it last night and I cant think of another one to change it too 🥲

Summary: You’d taken your wife out to iceskate, unknowingly bringing on a rather high fever in her.

Wordcount: 1316

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“Come on, take my hand.” You couldn’t contain your giggle of excitement as you stepped out onto the slippery ice, the cold air nipping at your nose and ears.

“Don’t fall on me.” Scarlett laughed cheekily as she carefully stepped out onto the rink, letting go of her grip on the side of the arena, though she sounded cheerful, you were still able to pick up on the raspy edge her voice had too it.

She’d gotten sick a little over 10 days ago and it had really swept her off her feet, so much so that she’d spent almost 3 whole days in bed, unable to walk without her knees giving out and the rooming spinning around her. Luckily she’d been finally getting back to her usual happy self in the last few days, so you’d both taken the opportunity to head down to seasonal ice-rink your city put up every winter.

Despite the fact the rink was only temporary, it was still pretty big. Big air conditions blew chilly air throughout the arena, causing your extremities to take on a red tinge. Though Scarlett had assured you that she was feeling better, you couldn’t help but insist she wear a thick pair of gloves and a wooly-bobbled hat. The bobble on the end of the hat wasn’t at all necessary but it made her look even more adorable so you couldn’t resist.

You were surprised as how well you are Scarlett were able to skate while holding hands, reaching a reasonable speed as you glided around in a clockwise circle , carefully navigating between other couples and civilians, occasionally dodging the stray child who’d zip wildly infront you of without a second thought of hesitation.

Your pace slowed down roughly 20 minutes later as your burst of excitement slowly wore down, you still had plenty of energy but had taken everything down to a more gentle pace. Now that you were able to focus less on the ice, you looked over to Scarlett, her face bearing her same bright smile. Only across her cheeks sat a very obvious red flush, one which you’d overlooked and had put down to the cold air in the arena. Oh how wrong you were.

There wasn’t an exact time when it started but Scarlett had bumped into you numerous times as she lost her balance, each time you’d ask if she was okay or if she needed to take a break to grab some water but every time she’d flash you a brief wide smile, telling you not to worry

“Oh no, I’m fine!” She’d say reassuringly, “Just lost my balance for a second there.”

If only you’d been more insistent. Time passed as yourself and Scarlett chatted, still skating round the rink. Somehow as you continued skating, one of Scarlett’s gloves came loose and you both stopped at the side of the rink as she tried to pull it on. She was struggling to pull it onto her hand with the other glove still being worn so you offered to help, taking the glove and reaching out to hold her hand. It was as you took her hand, your stomach dropped with worry. It was hot, her skin was hot. It didn’t carry the warmness that would be expected from being kept under a soft glove, no, this was much too warm.

You felt your mind fill with worry, looking up to meet her eyes, another realisation hit you. The flush of cheeks, you moved fast and raised your spare hand to cup her cheek, the heat radiated from it like a furnace. Shit.

Scarlett made a noise of confusion, looking up at her eyes, the glassiness behind them was clear from this distance and you berated yourself for not noticing sooner.

“Jesus Scarlett, you’re really burning up. Why didn’t you say anything?” You asked, your concern seeping into your words.

She mumbled a reply. Another clear sign that she had a pretty high fever raging through her body, “Its not that bad, I feel more cold if anything.” She repeated, and if to also emphasise her words, you felt her hand give a light shake as a shiver ran through her body.

“We’re getting you off the ice.” You said, your voice taking on a ‘no-nonsense’ tone and Scarlett knew better then to argue with you on this.

You took her warm hand in your own, stuffing her glove into your pocket as you came away from the safety of the side, guiding her towards the door of the rink, it was only afew yards ahead of you now.

You barely had time to react when a guy rapidly sped by on your right, the side where Scarlett had been. It had taken her by surprise and she’d lost her balance, the skates hitting the ice with firm clinks as she tried desperately to stay upright. In your attempt you steady her, you’d lost your own footing, landing firmly on the hard surface, your elbow taking the force of the fall. You gave a sharp inhale as the pain ran through your nerves, that was definitely going to leave a sizeable bruise.

You’d heard Scarlett call your name in surprise as you’d hit the ice, “Im so sorry! Are you okay?” She asked worriedly as she held out her slightly shaking hand to you.

Not wanting to do anything to cause her to loose her balance again you nodded and managed to push yourself up off the ice without her help, not that you didn’t appreciate the offer of course, “Its not your fault sweetie. Im fine, just a little bump that’s all.” You took her by the waist as you slowly skated the last few feet before reaching the door, letting Scarlett step off first.

Leaving the ice, you noticed the tension which had settled in her shoulders, “Hey,” You took her hand, taking the other glove off of her hand, “Everything’s okay. Im fine, you’re gonna be okay, we’ll get you some medicine for this temperature when we get home, yeah?”

She sighed and buried her head into her neck, “Its not okay, you got hurt because I lost my balance,” She stifled a sob as her voice cracked, “And today was going perfectly, and- and-“ She broke off as she collected herself, “And everything is just spinning.” She finally stammered.

You kissed her head and ran your hands down her back comfortingly, “Its only a bump sweetie and it was that assholes fault for coming so close to us at that speed. It could’ve been either of us that fell and Im really not hurt,” You whispered as she took deep breaths, “I know you must be pretty dizzy right now, we’re gonna get you home as soon as possible okay? I don’t think your body was ready for just how cold it is in here.”

Scarlett sighed and nodded as she composed herself, “Can we just return these skates and go back home? Skating’s been fun and all but I wanna go home, lay down and cuddle.” She whined cutely, showing a peak of the side which only showed when she was running a fever.

“We can do that baby. We’ll get you home, maybe take a cool shower,” You saw her face frown slightly at the mention of more cold temperatures, you brought your hand back to her cheek as your gently rubbed her temple the way you knew she liked, “It’ll make you feel better baby, then we can cuddle till your heart’s content.”

She smiled at you and you returned the gesture as she sat down on one of the numerous rows of benches and you came to sit down beside her, pressing a soft kiss to her fever flushed cheek, “Lets get these skates off and get you home, yeah?”

Scarlett nodded as she kissed you back, “Yeah.”

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marvelfilth · 3 months

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Let's run away

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x f!reader

Warnings: none

Summary: it's your wedding day and you can't be seen with Natasha

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“Y-you shouldn't be here,” you pant, bare shoulders digging into the wall you're pressed against. “She'll be back any moment, you need to leave.”

Natasha hums against your neck, nibbling and sucking gently enough not to leave a mark. You bite back a moan, arching in her hold, the corset of your wedding dress making your breath short.

“I'm serious, Nat. You can't be here.” You try to push her away, guilt settling in your chest.

You glance in the mirror - your hair is tousled, tresses falling from the immaculate bun, and your makeup is smudged, Natasha's lipstick smeared all over the lower half of your face, your lips painted two different colors after all of the bruising kisses.

“Let's run away,” she whispers, pulling away just enough for you to hear her, “just the two of us, far away from here.”

You close your eyes, wanting nothing more. But you know you can't.

“You need to go.” You firmly push her away, adopting a serious expression. “Wanda-” you gasp when she lowers her lips to the sensitive spot behind your ear, before sucking on your earlobe, “Wanda can't see you, not here.”

She sighs, resting her forehead against your shoulder. You hold her close, savoring the moment.

“We have ten minutes before-”

Natasha jumps away at the new voice, her face growing paler than your dress. She looks almost scared.

“You.” Wanda's voice drops dangerously low, her expression furious. She glances at you for a second, taking in your ruffled appearance and lipstick stains on your neck and face - a flicker of red swirls in her eyes at that. You gulp, torn between trying to explain yourself and simply letting it all blow out.

“Wanda…”

“Don't Wanda me!” She screeches, pushing a finger into your chest before turning on her heels and advancing on Natasha. “Do you know how long it took me to get her hair to stay in that bun?!” She starts, and you close your eyes, cringing. “Do you have any idea how hard it was to make her stay in this room and not come searching for you?” Natasha looks away, biting on her bottom lip to keep in a smug smile. “Not to mention the fact that you're not supposed to see each other at all! It's bad luck!”

She finally takes a breath, you can almost see the steam around her head. You do feel a little guilty having messed up your best friend's hard work, but it was worth it - you haven't seen Natasha since yesterday.

“We're very sorry,” you mutter, your lips stretched in a smile.

She snorts, lips pursed in a frail attempt to hide her own smile. “Get back in the chair, we have-” she glances at the clock “- eight minutes left! You're lucky I love you both,” she grumbles, rummaging around her makeup purse.

Natasha carefully steps around her and presses one last kiss on your waiting lips. “I'll see you at the altar,” she whispers, beaming.

“See you at the altar,” you giggle, stealing another kiss for good measure.

#natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x y/n #black widow x you #black widow x reader #let's run away #scarlett johansson x you

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romanoffsbish · 4 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

"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..."

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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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xqueen-of-disasterx · 13 days

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The winner takes it all

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Scarlett Johansson x fem!reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐲: Scarlett Johansson just hit the peak of her career, she had everything: money power glory. One thing was missing, the Oscar. After she finally won the award she found a special way to celebrate her win with her perfect little girlfriend as a helper.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUT, dom!scarlett, sub!reader, alcohol use, oral, object insertion, recording of sexual activities, Oscar in places they shouldn't be, degradation

!Disclaimer English is not my first language so please excuse any grammar or spelling errors. This story is completely fictional. I do not own these characters!

𝐀/𝐍: I swear | was drunk while writing this l'm not a weirdo okay 😭

𝐌.𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Third times is the charm, right? That’s what Scarlett thought when she sat in the audience of this year Academy Awards. She was nominated for best actress for her latest movie, last time that had happened her award was stolen from her, but not today, she thought.

She sat in the big theatre room you, her younger co- star turned affair sat next to her, nervously she tapped her fingers over the armrest of the seat. “Scarlett” You called out the older actress had her eyes fixated on the still empty stage. “Scarlett?” You tried again hoping to reach through to her. “Huh? Yes, what’s the matter?” Her fingers still tapping the soft fabric of the armrest. “You’re so nervous” You slip your hand over hers “How couldn’t I be? Have you seen the competition this year? There’s no way I win against Emma Stone”

You chuckled intertwined our hands, it was dangerous you knew that, but luckily no one way paying attention to you. The fact that you shared so much more than just the screen was intoxicating to you, sneaking around the crew to share a few passionate minutes with the older actress. She made you feel the things none of your boyfriends ever could. How she touched you, loved you. But everything had to come to an end, and so did the affair you two had. “You blow them all out of the water” You assured her.

The alcohol did it’s job pretty well in Scarlett’s eyes she had had her faire share of expensive champagne glasses to calm her nerves. And then it got time for the category of best actress. The announcer had the all telling red envelope in hands opening it in exactly that moment. “The Oscar goes too” she slipped out the card “SCARLETT JOHANSSON” The theatre broke out into loud cheers and claps, Scarlett however didn’t even register her name being called she was still in a state of pure shock.

Both you and the director leaned in to give her a quick peak on the cheek and a small “You did it” before she made her way up to the stage to finally accept the thing she never thought she could get.

“You did it” You smiled at her when she made her way into her hotel room. You had sneaked off the after show party to surprise your older girlfriend. Nothing special really just a bit of champagne and lingerie but just seeing you spread out on the sheets made her crazy.

“Now what do we have here” She smirked she was clearly intoxicated and so were you. “Fuck baby girl” She groaned upon seeing your promiscuously clothed body. Later that night she had changed from the big dress to an expensive pantsuit. She slipped of her blazer placing it on to one of the hotel room’s chairs.

“You’re playing with the fire little girl” She chuckled her eyes never leaving your body. She sat her pretentious golden man on the bed side table. “I know what I’m doing” You breathed out. Your eyes meet and she down to kiss you.

Her hands slid over your exposed skin going onto your back. With skilled fingers she unclasped your bra slipping it off your shoulders only to throw it behind her. “Fuck you little slut, I’ve barely done anything and you’re nipples are already hard” Her degrading words forced a moan from your throat.

Her thumbs rolled over your hard nipples, she enjoyed seeing you squirm for her, under her. She chuckled before kissing down your stomach licking over the soft skin of your tummy.

She pressed her nose against your pubic bone taking in a deep breath. She tugged your panties from your legs tugging them into her pant pockets. She kissed your clit kitten licking the bundle of nerves. She paid extra attention to the spot because she knew how needy it made you.

She gave your cunt a few more bold licks bumping the crock of her nose against your over sensitive clit. She pushed her tongue inside your tight heat enjoying not only the taste but also the feeling of your muscles clenching around her.

“Fuck Scarlett” You moaned out your hands gripping tightly into the pillow behind your head. She kept on working you towards the edge of ecstasy until she pulled away letting you huff in annoyance all you wanted she just chuckled.

“Aw” she mocked you “Was my little girl just about to cum?” You shook your head still whining. Her eyes darted to the trophy next to you and a mischief grin was planned on her lips. You knew exactly what she was thinking about.

“Scarlett no” you said with urgency “What? I’m not doing anything” She reached out for the golden man upon closer inspection it had the right shape, you had taken bigger after all. “Well” She started her hands stroking over the stature “don’t you want to make me happy”

“I do but” Scarlett stopped me “No buts baby now spread your legs” You applied to her wishes spreading your legs for the older woman. She hummed in approval her fingers stroking through your slit collecting your wetness on her fingers.

She covers her trophy in your juices on her lips there was still this shit eating grin. She was more excited than a little kid on Christmas.

She held the cold metal against your entrance pushing the head of the stature past your hole, watching in an awe how your pussy ate the metal man.

“Fuck” She groaned as she heard the mewl sounds growing in volume the more the man disappeared. “That’s so hot” She shifted to her knees to reach out for her phone taking it from the nightstand

“I need this for my personal collection” She mumbled pointing the camera to where the Oscar was connected to your body. You both had agreed to her being allowed to videotape you, if she didn’t release it. You both knew that a leak of this video would make it onto every cover of every tabloid magazine. Did you care? Absolutely not. Scarlett even less

The feeling of the cold metal against your walls was intoxicating, you mewled and whimpered. She moved the stature in and out of your tight heat bringing you close to your release. With her skilled fingertips she played with you overstimulated clit loving how your body squirmed under her.

The camera was still on your glistering cunt the camera panting to your face twisted in pleasure. “Fuck I’m gonna cum” She smirked again throwing her phone away to pay more attention to your desperate body. “I know baby” She kissed your nipples with a few more thrust she made you see stars. She let you ride out your high before pulling out the award again watching in an awe how the cum dripped the golden man. “Scarlett” you breathed out still catching your breath “What the fuck”.

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naturesapphic · 9 days

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Hey could you write a fanfiction with Nat x Reader who's very clingy. So one day one of the others Avengers comment Readers behavior and Reader gets very insecure and trys to stop clingyng on Nat.

So basically Fluff/Angst

Hope you like the idea at least a bit

Have a nice day!

Insecurities

Natasha romanoff x clingy!fem!reader

Warnings: some members of the team being mean, angry nat, hurt/comfort, cussing

You have been very distant from Natasha lately and she wonders why. She didn’t say or do anything wrong did she? She hoped she didn’t and even if she did, she would hope that you would come to her so y’all can work through it. Natasha was fixing her a peanut butter sandwhich when you came into the kitchen and saw her. You gave her a small smile and she gave you a bigger one.

“Hey sweetheart. I’ve missed you. Would you like to train with me? I was waiting and hoping you would join me.” She said hopefully and before you could answer snickering was heard which caused you to look behind you. Tony and Steve were standing there looking at you with judge filled eyes that made you uncomfortable. “Oh look! There’s Natasha’s clingy ass girlfriend! I bet she even follows nat to the bathroom to watch her use it!” Tony snickered as Steve laughed loudly, as they didn’t know Natasha was in the same room as them.

Tears filled your eyes as you brushed past your girlfriend and ran off into your room. Natasha felt herself lose it as she rounds the corner and see the two men she considered as friends still laughing but their faces turn pale as they see who’s in front of them. “O-oh hey nat…” Steve squeaked out as he tried to act innocent. Natasha went behind her back and pulled out two of her batons and shoved them against the wall with the deadly weapons against their throat.

“You hurt my girlfriend and made her cry. Tell me why I shouldn’t kill you.” She said lowly as she looked at them with killer eyes. “I-it was just a joke!” Steve sputtered out as he struggles against Natasha’s hold. “A fucking joke is supposed to be funny. My girlfriend crying and feeling bad about herself is NOT funny you fucking dick heads.” She growled and didn’t appreciate what they said so she turned on her batons which shocked both men.

They got electrocuted by the batons and fell to the floor on their faces which made Natasha smirk. She left them on the floor as they twitch every now and then and went to go after you. She found you in your room sitting on your bed with your head in your hands. She shut the door and immediately sat beside you on your bed and took you into her arms. “No matter what they have said to you, I love when you are clingy to me babygirl.” Natasha reassured you as you nodded your head slowly.

“They keep making comments and making fun of me everytime you aren’t around…they always tell me how clingy and annoying I was and that soon you will see it too and leave me..” you sniffled as Natasha feels her heart break. “Oh dove…I could never hate how clingy you are to me and you never ever annoy me…you never could…” she reassured you and you smiled up at her. “And don’t worry about the boys…I’m plotting their deaths now and they won’t ever be mean to you again. Not as long as you are my girl.” She said with a smile as she kisses you softly on your lips which you immediately recuperated.

No matter what anyone has said or will say. Natasha loves when you are clingy and you will never annoy her for as long as you are alive.

A/n: I hope this is what you wanted anon and I hope you enjoyed it along with everyone else! Requests are still opened for all my characters and remember to stay hydrated and to rest! I love y’all :)

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mviswidow · 3 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🫠

“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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romanovthinkver · 8 hours

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so apparently scarlett is at the white house event with her husband.

honestly? i hope nothing will be said about supporting israel. i will be so disappointed if this happens and she won’t do anything to stand to the right side with the palestine.

i don’t even get this event and mostly why colin is there to host, i thought he was a comedian not a journalist? this sound so dumb to me. i know he will blow this thing to make unfunny jokes and literally targeting her wife cause this is what he does best.

i know she’s there to suppor colin, to catch the kids attention as elections are near, but i don’t think this will literally be good. i really hope she will dissociate from anything political or related to israel.

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abbyromanoff · 2 months

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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

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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sick reader and scarlett on new year’s eve using the prompts “Im sorry sweetie, theres no way that you’re gonna manage to stay awake long enough to see midnight.” and “Im sorry… This isn’t the greatest start to the new year”

Hold Me

Hey! I havent edited this yet since I just wanna get it out for you, I’ll fix any major errors later :) This request was really cute as well. Enjoy :)

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sorry…” You mumbled through a thick wall of congestion, “This isnt the greatest start to the new year.” You plucked another tissue from the once-full box to press against your streaming nose.

“Don’t be sorry sweetheart.” Your wife said sleepily from beside you. “Im sorry you’re not feeling well.”

You groaned, pulling the thin bedsheet above your head, trying to get even the smallest bit of warmth. It felt like your body had been turned to ice. Small shivers danced across your skin, noticing Scarlett leaned over, wrapping a secure arm around you.

“Y’know, if we cuddle then you’ll feel my bodyheat.” She smirked, shuffling herself towards you. And as her warm body came to rest against yours, you let yourself sigh contently. Sure you felt like absolute crap but being help in her arms was almost enough to temporarily forget… However there was one small thing pestering you in the back of your mind.

“Your gonna get sick.” You warned, burying your head further into the duvet as a set of damp hoarse coughs made you curl up.

“That’s a risk I’m willing to take.” And with that she pressed a long gentle kiss to the side of your cheek, “Now, is there anything I can do or get you to try and make this New Years any better for you?”

“Kiss me at midnight,” You smirked, laughing for a moment before it turned into another series of damp coughs trailing off as your nose began to twitch, “Hih- ..Hh’tTsHIEW! ..Hh’Hhh'ishiew!”

“Bless you, those sounded exhausting but Im sorry sweetie, I don’t think theres any way your gonna be able to stay up long enough to see midnight. I can already see you falling asleep as it is.” Scarlett began to run her fingers through your hair and you could feel yourself being pulled away by the temptation of sleep.

There was just one more thing that you could want, “Can you just hold me?”

“Of course I can.”

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༻ Sweet like Honey | Natasha Romanoff ༺

Natasha romanoff x fem!reader

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Summary: You and Natasha had been 'secretly' dating for the matter of a month. Both of you were heading to a meeting at the compound but.. nether you nor her could go 2 hours without any steamy time first.. so a specific detour has to be taken, even if it is in the car.

Warnings: 18+, smut mainly with fluff at beginning, daddy kink, choking, edging, teasing, top!natasha, bottom!reader, public sex, car sex, strap on (r receiving), fingering (n to r), oral (r to n), spanking, dirty talk, degrading, back scratching/marking, praising, mentions of past wanda x reader

Pairings: Natasha x fem!avenger reader

Word count: 3.8K

AN: I'm a whore and got hella carried away writing this, fr..

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"That was Tony on the phone detka," her voice echoed through the safe house you were staying at.

In reality it might as well be your shared home designed for sneaking around without your colleagues noticing. There was no set rules on dating other avengers, you were fucking convinced there was things going on with other avengers and you and Wanda had... something in the past.

Simply the matter of the fact was you at Natasha were still deciding when the right time to let your relationship known. Besides, the idea of tin man and capsicle mocking you both consistently would drive you insane.

"What does he want," you grumbled turning to face her.

Her hair was straightened, flowing down her cheeks and stopping short by her shoulders. You'd always complimented Nat on her hair.

Her warm shade of red hue locks glistened constantly especially when hit by the sunlight that illuminated her skin. It was no secret to the older woman you drooled after her and she used it constantly in her favour with teasing you.

"Meeting at the compound in 30 minutes. He wants us there ASAP, apparently it's not negotiable and were required to be there," irritation showing in her face.

Walking over to her, your feet padded along the floorboards as you crossed the room to be in arms reach of your girlfriend. Her eyes were closed and her forehead scrunched up in annoyance, but not directed towards you.

As you approached the redhead, you knew what to do to calm her down, wanting to release some of the tension in her body and smiled softly before cupping her cheeks. You felt her instantly relax against your touch, but her face was still contorted into a tense mould.

Lifting one of your hands away from cupping her cheeks, you lifted your thumb placing it in the crease between her eyebrows kneading and massaging it softly. Your mouth move to place a chase but meaningful kiss on her nose and another on her forehead watching her whole body melt into your embrace.

Nat tried to keep a hard exterior around everyone and everything that was in her surroundings, but when it came to you it melted. All that hard exterior faded away and she became putty in your hands entirely, no judgment no black widow just Natalia Romanoff.

Her eyes opened slowly and you were greeted with eyes emerald green shining at you with such emotion. Her eyes were the sweet hue spring of clover flecks of strength and kinds of green that comes with summer and spring. Her eyes reminded you of everything she was, home.

"Thank you," she whispered afraid to break whatever was between you, the air and the tension.

"For what love?"

"For simply finding me and also for bringing me back to reality," she chuckled at the last part bringing you to laugh with her.

You rested your forehead against her own smiling softly looking into her eyes. You felt her melt into the embrace and wrap her arms around your body, pulling you closer in. The older woman was about to say something before a ping from her phone interrupted her train of thoughts.

Reaching into her back pocket, Natasha hesitantly pulled away from you earning a whine from you in protest. Instead she used her free hand to clasp in your own and you were more than happy after that.

"We have to go detka, everyone's making their way there now," she explained and you huffed in retaliation.

Knowing there was no point in arguing you simply mumbled an okay, still being disappointed that the moment was ruined. Nat moved forward into your proximity before kissing you on the head, it was chaise but earned her a satisfied hum as you felt lighter from that.

You both headed outside your safe house, (shared home) towards Natasha's car. The older woman owned a Black Corvette Stingray and a Motorcycle. However you both decided to opt for the car rather than the usual motorcycle ride this time.

Clambering into the car, Natasha put it in gear and drove off heading towards the compound. On the journey, your girlfriend kept glancing over at you her signature smirk painted upon her face. You giggled shaking your head lightly and let your mind wander.

It was around half-way there when you had a lightbulb moment and a mischievous thought entered your mind. You despised these meetings and they tended to last 2 hours with Tony or steve debating like some old married couple on what mission was next.

You really wanted to avoid majority of the meeting so what was better than turning the redhead next to you so on so much that she'd have to pull over and fuck you senseless. You let out a cheeky chuckle at the thought, earning a glance and a confused look from Natasha.

You simply inched your hand over to her thigh and placed it there innocently. You felt her body go rigid and her face contort into realisation of what you were trying to do. She turned to look at you before pulling her focus back to the road.

"Malyshka.." Her tone had warning in it as your hand inched towards her core.

"Hmm?" you voice was a picture of innocence and you felt her legs shake in response.

"Don't."

"What if I want to?" You loved teasing her like this.

"We have a meeting," she tried to reason but you knew she was trying to convince herself more than you.

"You know you want to, this is always better than a meeting," you hand came into contact with her clothed pussy earning a short gasp from Nat.

"You're going to face consequences for this," she said through gritted teeth.

You watched as her hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles turned white. Smirking at the reaction you were getting you leaned over to whisper sultry in her ear, feeling her shiver due to your close proximity.

"What will you do to me... daddy?" Your voice was hoarse in her ear as you bite her earlobe before licking the outer shell of it and leaning back in your seat.

You watched the moment your girlfriend snapped and she started to speed down an alleyway, turning away from the direction of the compound. Her once green emerald eyes had darkened, turning an almost charcoal colour that was making your skin crawl in anticipation.

"Wh-where are we," you were cut off by her hand landing on your leg, dangerously close to your core as she dug her fingers into your skin as a warning.

"Don't talk. You wanna act like a whore, hm? Daddy will show you what it's like to be one," her voice was raspy and filled with determination.

She pulled over into an empty isolated area and turned to look at you, indicating for you to get into the backseat. You both clambered over as she put the car into parked and the moment your back hit the seat, her hands wrapped around your throat causing you to gasp.

"You wanna be fucked huh? You wanted me that bad you had to tease me just to miss the meeting?" She had authority in her tone as she positioned herself above you.

"I.. I need you," you urged as heat traveled to your core and you felt yourself desperate for the older woman.

"Sluts like you don't get to decide when you get what you want, instead you need to ask nicely now and maybe just maybe I'll give you what you want malyshka," she stated and you almost whimpered.

"Please fuck me daddy, ruin me. Completely use me," you whimpered pathetically desperate to get rid of the aching sensation that had now become painful.

"Strip, now," she ordered and you followed like an obedient puppy too scared to face the consequences of disobeying her.

You discarded yourself of your top and ridded your pants from your legs so you were just sat there in your panties and bra. The smirk Natasha sent your way sent another heat to your pussy and you knew instantly you were dripping.

Natasha moved forward and grabbed your body angling it so you were now sat in between her legs facing the front towards the front-view mirror. Her hands moved towards your breasts groping them and manhandling them through your bra.

Your moans slipped past your mouth instantly and Natasha used the opportunity to slip her fingers inside your mouth as the other hand unclasped your bra and threw it to the side.

"Please Nat," you urged earning a slap to your inner thigh sending wetness straight to where you wanted her the most.

"That's not my name is it now my sweet girl?" She whispered into your ear and you realised your slip up.

"I need you daddy," you breathed out squirming in between her legs.

Her fingers ghosted down towards your aching core and cupped it lightly. Looking into the rear-view mirror you saw what a desperate whore you looked like and Natasha smirked at your realisation. She began to rub slow circles on your clit and you moaned loudly.

"Now I'm going to ruin this pussy, but you don't cum until I say, understand slut?" She bit your earlobe and you let out a whorish moan in response.

"Yes daddy," you body was aching for more and you didn't know how long you'd hold off.

You felt a tear and nearly lost it when you saw she'd literally ripped your underwear off, but didn't have time to even ponder about it. Her fingers instantly slipped between your folds, teasing you endlessly and dipping back up to your mouth.

"Open for daddy now," she commanded and your lips instantly parted as she allowed you to taste yourself.

You sucked on her fingers for a few moments before her hand dipped back down to your pussy and you found yourself almost screaming when she began rubbing mercilessly. Her talented fingers were rubbing circles in a pace that was ferocious and without any sign of slowing down as her other hand wrapped around your neck to ground you.

"See this is what you've met me do you whore. You made daddy travel away from the compound and fuck you senseless. It won't even be just the one round. No, no daddy will do as many rounds as it takes until you cannot walk anymore," she stated as she rubbed faster.

You were on the edge and whimpered, your pussy tightening ready to reach it's climax. Natasha felt and sensed you were close so instantly pulled away and you whined from the loss of contact.

"No, I said I decide when you get what you want, now turn your head towards me and be a good girl," you complied instantly as she began kissing you with an intense passion.

Her fingers went back down towards your pussy once more and this time slipped into your folds and began to pump in and out at a steady pace. You gasped into your girlfriends mouth and your tongues colliding kissing with ferocity.

You felt them speed up, before Natasha began to pound and thrust into you at an animalistic pace. You groaned into her mouth and she pulled back slightly, dragging your bottom lip with her making you feel even more turned on.

"Please.. Please let me cum, I'm so close daddy. I'll do anything," you whined and she let out a bone-chilling laugh.

"You can hold it for me, printsessa. You're doing such a good job, such a good girl for me," she whispered sweet praise that was only making you worse.

Your slick juices covered your thighs and you weren't sure how long you'd last. Suddenly you felt her fingers tighten around your throat as she somehow picked up the pace even faster, pounding into you with a speed you didn't think possible. Turning your head to face the rear-view mirror she forced you to watch yourselves in the mirror making you see what she was doing to you.

"Watch yourself in the mirror you slut, look at how much of a mess you are. Couldn't even wait till after the meeting hmm? What would they all think of you knowing you had me take you in an empty part of town, fucking you mercilessly in my car," she whispered dirtily and you moaned.

"Wanda couldn't fuck you like this, only I can right?" She pinched your clit hard and you used all will power to hold in your cum.

"No daddy no no, nobody can fuck me like this only you. Always you. Please please let me cum, let me drench your fingers," you begged and just let the words spew from your lips desperately chasing your high.

"Look in the mirror go on look in for me," and you did just as she asked listening to the sloshing sounds of how wet you were made you flush.

"Cum for daddy while watching me fuck you in the mirror, cum over my fingers like the good girl I know you are," she demanded and just on command you let out a chant of her name while drenching her fingers.

Natasha didn't slow down her pace, driving you into an insane over-stimulation as she kept thrusting into allowing you to ride your high. Her hand drew out of your pussy and you unconsciously whined at the loss of contact.

However the feeling drifted away when you watched her bring her hand to her lips moaning and sucking away your sweet juices bit by bit.

"You taste sweet like honey, all for daddy," she husked out and you flushed under her words.

Suddenly you were placed onto the seat next to you as the redhead rid herself of her own clothes.

You watched as she spread open her legs and raised her eyebrow at you with a pointed look. Instantly you understood what she was asking you to do and you moved your body to angle it so you were facing and kneeling between the older woman's legs.

"You're going to make me squirt in your mouth and your reward will be a lovely thick strap on okay sweet girl?" She said although it was again more of a demand.

She smirked at your eagerness and pulled off her underwear watching you as you eagerly moved forward. Your lips latched onto her pussy, licking through her folds like candy.

Her hands instantly threaded through your hair simultaneously pulling you closer as your mouth made all kinds of fowl sounds while sucking and licking her pussy.

"God you know how to eat me out just right don't you, such a good girl," her voice was raspy.

Her words went straight to your core drenching you once more and spurred you on further. You took her clit between your lips and pulled slightly before entering her entirely with her tongue.

The moans and gasps Natasha was making above you was music to your ears and all you wanted to do was please her. So with that you thrusted 2 fingers within her without warning and stopped moving your tongue allowing the older woman to ride your tongue herself.

"Holy shit, don't stop such a good fucking girl for me.. right there detka, right there," she mewled out causing you to hum against her clit.

"You taste so good daddy," you mumbled against her thrusting hard with your fingers as Natasha's hips bucked against your tongue.

The stimulation of your fingers and tongue mixed with the vibration of your voice sent the redhead spiralling into her orgasm as she cried out loud enough for people to hear miles away, making you grateful you were in an isolated area. She squirted all over your fingers and tongue, her juices spilling down your face and you lapped them up as well as you were able.

Suddenly, you have no idea how Natasha did this but you found yourself back in the front seat as she placed you back there moving her own seat further back. You watched her open the front compartment and pull out a strap-on, heat rushing to your face instantly.

Natasha attached it to her hips, making sure the straps were secure and the size was adjusted correctly on her before turning to you with a smirk that somehow twisted your insides making you extremely horny. Her finger made a come hither motion and you instantly followed her order's clambering over the car seat's making sure to be careful of the car gears and sat on her lap.

The strap filled you up instantly and you let our a whorish moan prepared to move, but earned a slap to your ass instead. Your cheeks flushed red once more as you felt a wave of wetness run down your leg and onto her thigh.

"You move when I tell you to move slut. Be good for daddy or I'll have to spank you 12 times," she scolded and you whimpered at that.

"Oh you'd like that wouldn't you? Being spanked and ruined by daddy's hands, you'd love to be manhandled like the fucking dirty slut you are, hm?" Her words spurring you on in way's you didn't know possible.

Suddenly you felt a hand slap your ass once more and you jolted forward at the feeling. The jolt affected Natasha too as the strap rubbed against her own pussy causing the older woman to groan in response.

"You will answer me like a good girl," she stated lifting your chin so you'd look her in the eyes.

"Yes daddy, I love when you s-spank me," you were short of breathe and mind fuzzy from how turned on you were.

"You'll count how many spanks you get and when and only when I'm finished can you bounce on my cock understand?" She questioned and you nodded until she raised an eyebrow and you realised she wanted a verbal response.

"Yes- Yes I understand daddy," you responded quickly and she hummed before smirking.

A slap landed on your ass and you jolted forward once more causing both of you to groan.

"One..."

Another slap, and then another. You bucked forward each time the stimulation affecting you both in all the right ways.

"Two... Three.."

By the time she got to 13 you were in almost tears of desperation needing to move to get some stimulation. When you felt the slaps stop you looked at her and she nodded her head.

"You can move on my cock now, go on take it all detka," she granted you permission and you didn't waste anytime.

You began to ride her cock instantly, feeling the strap slip in and out of you puffy lips and you groaned at the sensation. Your lips locked with Natasha and suddenly she angled her hips upwards, thrusting with you to chase her own high.

Moans were lost in each others mouths as your tongues collided with the others. You angled forward so the strap would rub against her own core and she began to pant, desperate to cum herself. You found yourself pulling away sucking a nipple into your mouth and groping her other one.

"Oh fuck- fuck," Your girlfriend began to thrust into you at an even more ferocious pace and you let out a deep grunt to this.

Suddenly you felt a squirt of wetness hit you and drip down through to your thighs. Looking down you watched as Natasha's back was arched as she once again squirted, the sight of it allowing you to follow suit squirting all over Natasha's strap clawing at her back. Your nails were likely to leave indents in her back as you scratched at it and she moaned feeling herself ride through her high, loving that you were marking her.

As you slowed down your pace and came to a halt your head rested against her shoulder trying to calm your breathing down. Natasha's hands came to wrap around your form holding you close. You loved your girlfriends aftercare and hummed softly in response and she whispered sweet nothings into your ear.

A sudden exhaustion overwhelmed you and you felt your eyes drooping slightly. Your body weight was completely on Natasha now as you slumped against her and her voice was the last thing you heard as you felt the world slowly silence while falling asleep in her embrace.

You were awoken by Natasha what felt like hours later but was probably only 20-30 minutes. She slowly placed her hand on your shoulder squeezing slightly before kissing your forehead whispering your name.

"Detka, were at the compound," she whispered slightly.

Adjusting to your surroundings you rubbed the sleep away from your eyes to be met with your girlfriend looking at you with adoration. You noticed she'd dressed you and managed to strap you back into your original seat while cleaning herself up. God she really was a fucking good agent that was for sure.

"Did we miss the meeting?" Your voice was still filled with sleep and she chuckled shaking her head at you.

"Come on, let's go inside," her voice laced with love and you felt yourself melt at her tone.

You both clambered out the car, heading inside as she wrapped an arm around you. You looked in confusion as your relationship was not out yet, but you weren't about to complain or bring it up. If Natasha wanted it, well was ready for it to be in the open then you'd be more than willing to do so as you were completely ready for that.

As you entered the main sitting room the other avengers turned to look at you both and Sam scoffed rolling his eyes. Steve's eyebrows shot up at the hold Natasha had on you but the redhead didn't back down. Instead she pulled you closer resting her head on your own making you almost blush entirely.

"You took your time Romanoff," Sam teased and you felt like they all knew.

Wanda's eyes glanced into your own and you felt yourself move closer to Nat out of habbit. The redhead held you more closer at that knowledge and smirked in the direction of Tony.

"We had a meeting, an important one too. What the hell were you doing having some sort of sex retreat?" He bluntly stated and your cheeks heated up as memories flooded back of events that only just occurred.

Just as you were about to answer though Natasha butt in and answered for you. And oh boy did she give them an answer even you didn't see coming.

"Yes actually. 3 rounds. My girlfriend is extremely good.. If I roll my tongue around enough I can still taste her," she deadpanned and the whole room stilled as she glared at Wanda who's jaw dropped open.

She guided you out of the room and you turned back just to see Steve passing Bucky and Sam money and you internally rolled your eyes.

"Come on malyshka," Natasha interrupted your train of thought.

"I want you to make a mess on my thigh, besides we won't be missed for 2 hours since we missed before we should take advantage of that," her words were for your ears only.

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