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writershapeholeonthedoor · 6 months

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Mayores

Pairing: Scarlett Johansson x Fem!Reader

Summary: Someone sends you flowers and your girlfriend isn't happy about it.

Disclaimer: English is not my first language. Also, this was requested by one of you. Thank you for the request, anon!

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You spent most of your life being disappointed at all the people you tried to date.

Don't take it the wrong way, but there was always something that displeased you in a way that you couldn’t brush off. Your first girlfriend would do overly romantic gestures that you were fairly sure she was getting ideas from the rom-com she was fascinated with. The relationship didn’t last that long, although she kept the record of the most amount of gifts any girlfriend ever gave you for many years after that. The girl that came after her was the complete opposite, difficult to show any emotions and very closed off. You fell hard, of course, and had your heart broken several times by her. She cheated, she lied, she manipulated, and she wouldn’t even tell you she loved you unless it was when you found out about another one of her affairs. You made yourself go through that hell for nearly three years.

After that, you vowed to give yourself some time to recover, to be alone and think about your own life. You were almost done with college at that point but that didn’t stop you from suddenly becoming the party girl you couldn’t be for the last few years. None of your one-night stands were remarkable enough for you to want a second round with them, even when some would ask and beg for it. It was fun, but you also met every type of girl in your adventures.

When you finally met someone again and tried to start a new relationship, things just didn’t work out. No dramas, it just didn’t. It was nice at first, but the spark was gone so fast that you two became friends very quickly. You were done with college soon after you broke up, so you packed your things and moved to NY.

It's not like you made a conscious decision not to date anyone. You didn’t put any walls around your heart or anything like that. What happened was that no one seemed to be able to catch your attention for more than a few dates. It was like they would bore you somehow, which was insane to think because you were sure they were all great people.

Just not the right ones for you.

So you kept living in NY while going through a small rampage of quick dates. You found a job, you started your career, you got yourself a nice apartment that was way more expensive than you thought it should be, you made some friends, and you lived the freedom of the early twenties.

Until you met her.

Scarlett Johansson popped up in your life out of nowhere, as if she had appeared out of thin air, but she soon proved to be very different from anyone else you knew. You couldn’t pinpoint exactly what made her so different from the rest, but you figured it out after a while. She was older than you, she was already divorced, she had experience. She had experience.

It didn’t take long for you to fall for her, head first and without going back. How could you not? How could you not fall for her when she did things that no one else had ever done for you?

Scarlett would open the doors for you - and it would never fail to make you blush. She would bring you flowers, but not only when she was picking you up for a date - no, she was always pampering you with flowers, sometimes sending you a bouquet even when she was traveling and currently on the other side of the ocean. She would treat you to fancy dinners and expensive wines, and take you to try dishes you never even heard about. She would call you "darling" and kiss your cheek in public, although she wasn’t usually holding your hand - her hand was normally at your lower back, guiding you gently but with no hesitation. Scarlett would give you small gifts all the time too - you picked up on the fact that you would talk about a book you wanted to read one day and said book would be waiting for you in the next one. Scarlett even renounced her side of the bed because that was your favorite.

Overall, Scarlett was a true gentleman.

Except when you were inside the bedroom.

Oh, when you were inside the bedroom things were very different.

She never truly forewent her gentleman persona since she would whisper sweet nothings in your ear while pounding you mercilessly on the bed. Scarlett would pull your hair and kiss your jaw sweetly at the same time. She would ruin you and then go up your body kissing every inch of your skin while also telling you how good you were. She would call you a slut and, after you had the best orgasm in your life, she would prepare you a hot bath where she would rub your feet and tell you how much she loves you.

That’s why you were so damn surprised with the conversation that took place that night.

“Thank you for the flowers,” you said while peeling a potato.

Scarlett was cutting up bacon into cubes beside you, but she hit the knife a bit harder after she heard what you said. “I didn’t send you flowers.”

She looked at you with one quirked eyebrow, clearly asking you for more information, but you were too busy trying to fight back a blush. When you were called in the middle of your workday to go to the reception table to sign off a delivery, you were already halfway expecting it to be flowers. Scarlett didn’t make a habit of sending things to your work - unless you shamefully admitted you skipped a meal and she made a goal of trying to feed you - but you also never received anything unless it wasn’t for something Scarlett sent you.

So, when you got there and saw the bouquet, you immediately assumed it had been from your girlfriend, although you didn’t have time to send her a quick text to thank her because you needed to rush for a meeting and couldn’t take your phone with you. You were busy until closing hours and, since you had plans with Scarlett that night, you didn’t bother texting her, just deciding to thank her in person.

Which was what you were trying to do.

“What do you mean?” You asked with your head tilted to the side.

“I didn’t send you anything,” Scarlett repeated, now putting the knife down to fully look at you. “You received flowers today?”

“Yes,” you still sounded confused when you also stopped peeling the potatoes. “It wasn’t you?”

“No, no it wasn’t.” Her voice was firm now, leaving no room for arguments, and you could see her jaw clenching a bit. “Who sent you flowers?”

“Babe, I thought it was you!” You were fast to try to explain, even though you weren’t exactly sure how you could explain something like that. “I don’t know who - Oh.”

Oh, indeed.

The thought crossed your mind while you were talking, but that was the only thing that could make sense. If Scarlett hadn’t been the one to send you the flowers, there was only one other option for who did it. And it was bad because, sure, you didn’t want to receive flowers from anyone but your girlfriend, but the fact that it was that particular person who did it made it a thousand times worse.

Scarlett must have picked on your reaction because she raised one eyebrow at you, clearly not amused at all. “What does ‘oh’ mean?” You didn’t reply since you weren’t sure if it was a good idea to do so, although it only resulted in Scarlett crossing her arms while she glared at you. “Y/N.”

It was a warning, you knew that much. It usually happened when you were making too much noise when she was fucking you somewhere you might get caught or when you tried to distract her from her work by walking around naked around the house. It always came to you to decide if you would take the risk to keep pushing your limits or if you would back down - and, of course, sometimes you just kept pushing just to see what she would do to you.

That wasn��t the time for that, though.

The mood wasn’t set for sexy times. Scarlett seemed mad and impatient.

“Uh, I might know who sent them,” you admitted and watched as her eyes narrowed. “Are you sure it wasn’t you, though? Maybe you forgot about it.”

“Forgot?” Scarlett repeated the word with a scoff. “I would’ve done it in my sleep for me not to be able to remember if I sent my girlfriend flowers or not.”

Well, fine, so there was no hope for you. “Okay.” You bit your bottom lip and looked down at your feet. “Don’t be mad,” you plead in a whisper.

You were still looking down, but you heard Scarlett sighing before you felt her soft hands touching your face. She prompted you to raise your head, which you did, and you saw she was making an effort to wash the anger from her features. “I’m not mad,” Scarlett said and, despite it all, she sounded honest. Her thumbs were making soothing circles on your cheeks and you felt yourself relaxing when she smiled at you. “I’m sorry if it looked like I was. I was just caught off guard, that’s all.”

You nodded to let her know it was okay, but you still whimpered a bit. “It’s not really my fault.”

“I know it’s not.” Scarlett pulled you for a hug, making you rest your head on her shoulder as she kissed your forehead. “I’m sorry, princess. I didn’t mean to make you feel like I was mad at you.”

You knew she wouldn’t actually be mad with you about it. Scarlett was way more laid back about it than you, for sure, so you weren’t honestly worried about it even for a second. If things happened the other way around - if Scarlett had been the one receiving flowers from someone who was trying to hit on her - you would be livid too. Not at her - the same way her anger wasn’t directed at you - but you also would’ve been in a much worse mood.

No one could blame you for pushing things a little bit, though. Not really. Because you knew Scarlett would comfort you and that she would jump in to make you feel safe in her arms, loved and cared for - and maybe that’s the exact reason you always pushed your limits around her.

“I, uh, I might know who sent them,” you declared once you pulled away a bit shyly. Scarlett nodded in encouragement for you to keep talking, so you did. “I had a meeting yesterday with someone from another company. It was just business, really, but I noticed that this guy wouldn’t stop looking at me and, when the meeting was over, he walked towards me to ask for my number so we could ‘discuss more personal matters’.” You made the quotation marks with your fingers while you rolled your eyes at the memory. It had pissed you off the day before and it was pissing you off again now that you were remembering it. “I told him I wasn’t interested and he walked away. I thought he got the message.” The last part was said with a groan as you pinched the bridge of your nose.

That made Scarlett’s expression shift to something assembling worry and concern. “Has he made you uncomfortable?”

“Just annoyed,” you sighed and shrugged. “He didn’t insist. But he apparently sent me flowers today, so I don’t know how I feel about that.” The conversation with the man had been strictly professional and you couldn’t imagine what happened to make him think he could send you flowers like that. You did care that he hadn’t taken the hint and was insisting, but, at the same time, you couldn’t care less if he suddenly had a crush on you. You had the most perfect woman beside you, you didn’t need or want anyone else.

Scarlett nodded and leaned to kiss your forehead again, more firmly now to offer you some comfort, before she offered you a grin. “Well, if he tries something like that again, you let me know,” she asked before her grin became a bit devious. “I could ask Hemsworth to give him a piece of mind.”

You laughed as you pictured the scene. A man like Hemsworth - a muscle mountain - walking inside someone’s office to defend your honor on Scarlett’s behalf. “I think he would shit his pants if he ever saw Hemsworth in front of him.”

“That would work perfectly for me.” Scarlett shrugged, now sounding amused about the whole thing.

You chuckled happily and gave your girlfriend a quick peck. “Thank you. There’s no need to call in anyone in this situation. Yet,” you added as a later thought, noticing how Scarlett got serious again. “I promise I will tell you it keeps happening. If he sends me something else, I will go to my boss about it as well. He might do something about it.” The man worked for a company that your boss was thinking about making some transactions, so that could actually work in your favor if he decides to give the dude a little scare. Your boss was an older man with four daughters and seven granddaughters. You were sure he would be even angrier than Scarlett if he ever heard about that story.

“Okay,” your girlfriend conceded. “I will let you handle that for now, but you come to me if you need any help. Deal?”

“Deal,” you agreed quickly with a little smile, happy to be given that trust to handle things for yourself first.

You loved it when Scarlett took over to solve your problems because you trusted her blindly to always make the best decisions and to get things done. Sometimes you got too overwhelmed by everything and it was nice to rely on someone else. This time, however, you were sure you could deal with things alone. You would get to your office the next day and send the guy a very straightforward email to let him know he shouldn’t be sending you any more gifts and that your conversations would remain only work related, and see how things go after that.

The best part of having someone like Scarlett was that you knew that, if things didn’t work out how you wanted them to, you could come to her at any time and she would jump right in to help you. You knew that she wouldn’t actually call her castmate to help scare some grow-up man - logistically, it would be hard to do it since Hemsworth was currently in his home back in Australia - but Scarlett was a very skilled woman herself. She would know no boundaries to protect you.

With that in mind, you placed your arms around her shoulders, letting your wrists meet behind her neck, and took a step forward to get closer to her. “My knight in shining armor,” you sang provocatively before giving her a kiss.

“Hm,” Scarlett moaned against your mouth, causing a content sigh to escape your lips and you both pulled away a few inches. “Maybe he needs to know that you’re taken,” she suggested.

“Oh, I am?” You tried to sound as innocent as possible, though you knew it just sounded like you were teasing her. You didn’t care. The mood had shifted and you now wanted to push your limits again.

“Yes.’ Scarlett’s voice was firm, but it was the way that her hands gripped your hips to pull you against her that made you gasp. “Haven’t you noticed it yet? That you’re mine.” She was smiling now, her green eyes going darker by the second, and you suddenly felt like you were a few seconds away from dying right then and there. “All mine,” Scarlett whispered with a hoarse tone and your knees lost some of their strength.

“I know.” You eagerly nodded because, yes, you knew that. You made yourself hers.

Scarlett smiled even brighter and she leaned over to hide her face in the crook of your neck. You felt her lips brushing against your skin, although she didn’t touch you. “Do you really? Maybe a reminder would do some good.” Finally, an open-mouthed kiss was pressed against your pulse point and you felt goosebumps going up and down your spine. “Maybe a little mark so everyone knows you belong to someone else.”

“Scarlett,” you moaned both at her words and the sensation of her tongue darting out to lick a path on your skin.

“Yes, darling?” Scarlett sounded amused, which almost made you roll your eyes at her.

“If you don’t take me to your room right now to keep up your word, I will be sending your flowers back from now on,” you threatened and, even if you both knew it was a blatant lie, it did the trick.

“Hm, we can’t let that happen,” Scarlett joked before she pulled away to look at you again.

The next day, you came back from a meeting and saw a life-sized bouquet on top of your desk with a small card written in Scarlett’s beautiful cursive letter.

“To my beautiful girlfriend,

You own my love

and I promise to protect your heart.

SJ”

You decided to forego the email idea. No, you would do something even better. You would call the stupid man to your office so he could see for himself that he was nothing compared to your girlfriend.

And, if you had three new hickeys in your neck that he might see, well, that was just a consequence.

#scarlett johansson #scarlett johansson x you #scarlett johansson x reader #celebrity x reader #marvel #black widow #natasha romanoff #fanfic #creative writing #my writing #drabble #fluff #slightly spicy

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peakyscillian · 1 year

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Hello! Can I slide in and request number 2 with Cillian for your prompt list thing. Please and thank you 😊🩵

Hey Scarlett!! Of course you can 😘

Obvious

Once again just fluff!

'Giggling about how their friends haven’t found out about them yet even though they’re being so obvious.'

Obvious

She followed him back into the pub, fingers tangled together as they headed back to the table full of their oblivious friends.

Cillian turned to her with a smirk after a few minutes of rejoining the conversation, she flicked a look across the table before she swiped her thumb across the dark red lipstick mark at the corner of his mouth.

The same shade she had painted on her lips.

No one at the table had even noticed that going for a smoke had ended up with them being all over each other on the deserted street.

It had been weeks, they'd been so glaringly obvious since the morning she'd woke up in his bed with a blinding headache and a satisfying ache between her legs.

Maybe it was the fact all their friends were used to their flirty behaviour, the way Cillian always held her hand when they were leaving the pub, how she always ended up staying the night at his.

Hours later in the taxi home, she's giggling into the warm skin of his neck as he laughs about how obvious they'd been all evening.

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olsenmyolsen · 8 months

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Maroon - A Collection of Marvel Women One Shots Materlist

Check out my Dark One Shot list here

Feeling Used (Vampire Reader X Wanda Maximoff)

Because Of You (Gender Neutral Reader X Wanda Maximoff)

Ups and Downs (Female Reader X Natasha Romanoff)

Lots of Love (WandaNat)

Taste (Female Avenger Reader X WandaNat)

Vigilante (Female Reader X Kate Bishop)

Because Of You: The Big Day (Gender Neutral Reader X Wanda Maximoff)

You Have Me For The Night (Female Reader X WandaNat)

Vampire Things (Vampire Reader X Wanda Maximoff)

Ups and Downs Pt. II (Female Reader X Natasha Romanoff)

Bullseye (Deaf Female Reader X Kate Bishop)

You're Not Alone (WandaNat)

Because Of You: Someone New (Natasha Romanoff X Maria Hill)

You Left Us (Female Skrull Reader X Carol Danvers)

Cabin Trip (Vampire Reader X Wanda Maximoff)

I'm Free Tonight (Female Reader X Carol Danvers)

Inspiration (Female Reader X Painter Wanda Maximoff)

The Mysterious Woman (Female Reader X Maria Hill)

A Night In The City (Female Reader X Yelena Belova)

A Sokovian Flower (Female Tattoo Artist Reader X Wanda Maximoff)

Giving My Heart To You (Female Sorceress Reader X The Scarlet Witch)

Ups and Downs The Final Part (Female Reader X Natasha Romanoff)

dividers by @/benkeibear & @/firefly-graphics

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scarlettriot · 1 year

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Kiri who kisses you until his lips feel tingly and numb, puffy from the bruising pace. Keeps kissing you even though his lungs are burning for another breath.

He’s sure his calloused fingers have traced every part of your body. He could make a map to each dimple, scar, and freckle you have. He’s found the parts that you deemed undesirable and has shown them more care than you ever have. And still, his fingers roam your dips and curves just in case there’s something he’s missed.

He’s lost track of time. Seconds, minutes, hours have slipped by and he doesn’t care a single bit. He’s got your soft body pressed against his, your plush thighs squeezing his thick waist, your ankles up on his shoulders, bending just how he pleases. So many ways he gets to have you. And he treats each one like a gift.

All because you asked him, “Would you help me forget the world for a while?”

And now, he’s bound and determined to make you forget absolutely everything, wants to fuck you until he’s the only thought in your head and the only thing you remember how to do is scream his name as he makes you come undone again, and again and again...

#apparently I was in a mood last night #there’s also some kiri body worship I wrote too #like we worship him #but I need to decipher more drunk scar thoughts #before that can be posted #kiri drabble #kirishima smut #best red rock shark ♥️🦈#scarlett’s feeling smutty 💋#scarishima♡

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jellycolors · 2 years

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𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵 𝘫𝘰𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘱𝘴𝘥

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞/𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞

𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭

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castlecult · 1 year

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𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐰𝐨 : 𝐠𝐮𝐧 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲

pairing : natasha romanoff x fem!reader

warnings : +18, r has praise kink but that’s also me projecting, not proofread

event : kinktober 2022

you kneeled in front of her, keeping your hands behind your back just as she ordered. you felt yourself growing impatient, natasha was simply sitting on the couch cleaning her gun.

“stop it,” she noticed you were rubbing your thighs together, seeking the stimulation. you tried to stay still and kept your gaze low. “good girl,” she praised and caressed your cheek.

“now, open your mouth,” she ordered, smirking at you. you opened your mouth, watching as she moved forward. natasha pushed her gun past your lips, you gaped surprised.

“go on,” she licked her lips, waiting. you licked it, unsure about what you were doing, then started sucking it, bobbing your head. the feeling of the gun on your tongue was strange but you trusted nat.

“you’re doing so good, baby,” she praised you again, watching attentively how your mouth moved around the gun. you found yourself staring at her chest, you could peak her nipples through her vest. “eyes on me,” you moved your gaze on her face, meeting her eyes.

“come here,” she let the gun slip out of your mouth and patted her thighs. you got up and sat on her lap, gently grabbing her shoulders to get more comfortable. “you’re being so good,” nat kissed your nose and you smiled timidly.

you stared at her while nat moved your panties aside, cold hitting your warm core. she moved the gun towards your center and you bit your lip, watching her hand and the gun disappearing between your legs.

“get yourself off,” she whispered against your lips, eliciting a low moan from you. you felt the gun softly brush against your clit and closed your eyes. “c’mon baby, i know you want to,” nat started kissing your neck, her lips and tongue tracing your skin.

you grabbed her shoulders more firmly and met the gun held by her hand. you started grinding on it, the sensation was foreign but you enjoyed it any way. nat enjoyed the little noises coming from your parted lips while your arousal gushed out of your entrance.

you grew desperate and started moving without rhythm. at that, nat pushed the barrel of the gun inside you, making you gasp. she started thrusting into you with it, at first at a slow pace and then faster, wanting you to reach your orgasm soon.

her eyes watched your face, your lips were parted and your eyes were closed, you were moaning while riding the gun faster, feeling close to release. “that’s it, give it to me,” she grabbed your face with the other hand, her thumb caressing your lower lip.

“ohh, nat…” you whined. you came around the gun while nat kept thrusting into you slowly, her palm brushing against your swollen clit. “what a beautiful mess you made,” she praised while looking down at her gun.

without second thinking, she licked it clean under your eyes. you found it extremely hot and couldn’t help but moan, nat smirked and then pushed aside her gun, grabbed your cheeks and pulled you in for a kiss. you could taste yourself on her tongue, your arms moved around her neck and you lost yourself in the heated kiss.

an : i’m a slut for nat, i’m not even kidding lol. she can do whatever she wants with me… not one of the best i wrote lmao but here it is so yeah, hope you enjoyed, thanks for reading !! <3

kinktober tag list : @alexxavicry @romanoffswebs-blog @sayah13 @withakindheartx

#kinktober 2022 #rin writes #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x y/n #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff drabble #natasha romanoff blurb #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff one shot #natasha romanoff fanfiction #black widow #natasha romanoff #scarlett johansson #marvel

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lyak12 · 2 years

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Exhausted Badass

Summary: Scarlett is sick but still goes to work like the badass she is. After an exhausted day you take care of her.

Word count: 786

A/N: This is just a little drabble to hopefully get rid of the writers blog that won't leave my side at the moment. Thanks @goldenempyrean for giving me the idea and helping me out.

It was almost 8 pm as the front door first opened and then closed again followed by the tired voice of your wife saying "Honey, I'm home". "In the kitchen", you shouted back and wait for her to come to you. You were just preparing dinner for the both of you, her favorite soup since she was still recovering from a pretty bad cold. As you saw the exhausted form of your wife making her way to you coughing you couldn't help but smile sadly.

Opening your arms you let her cuddle into you and held her close, rubbing her back soothingly. You weren't a fan of her working already, since her fever just broke the day before but you also knew that Scarlett was a badass. Almost nothing could stop her from working.

Kissing her forehead you were glad that she wasn't running a fever again but as she muffled another set of coughs into your chest you couldn't help but sigh. She was working herself way too hard. Pushing her hair out of her face you said gently "I'm gonna run you a nice hot bath now to open up those lungs and then were gonna eat dinner and get you to bed. You're exhausted and need rest Darling".

Lifting her head she opened her mouth to say something but as her eyes found yours she just shut it again and nodded, knowing you were more than right.

Guiding her to the stool she sat down while you quickly ran upstairs to get the bath started. Coming back down, you turned off the stove since the soup was done anyway and you could easily reheat it later.

"Let's get up to the bedroom already Baby", you said softly while wrapping your arm around her waist to get her upstairs. Sitting down with her on the bed she leaned into you and rested her head on your shoulder. During the few minutes it took to fill the tub she was deeply asleep, showing you how exhausted she was. You gently laid her on the bed for a second to get everything ready in the bathroom before returning to her.

"Scarly wake up", you said and shook her awake gently. Her eyes opened and looked at you sleepily and you just pressed your lips to her forehead. "The bath is done. After this and dinner you can sleep okay? But you need this bath and we both know that you need dinner", you told her and she sighed but nodded. Helping her undress you guided her into the steamy room and helped her into the bathtub. "This is really nice, thank you", she mumbled as she leaned back, her eyes closing again. You could tell she was still pretty sleepy even if the steam caused her to cough, trying to clear up the lungs.

Normally you would've left her by herself but with her being this sleepy you stayed with her. Washing her hair gently and rubbing over her chest slightly whenever a bad coughing fit hit her. By the end of the bath time her cough got better quite a bit just like her breathing but she was still half asleep, getting her to eat dinner was gonna get funny.

Once you helped her dry off and get dressed in a pair of your Pj's by her request you helped her settle in bed while you brought up two bowls of soup.

It was no surprise to see her already asleep again but if you knew one thing it's that she probably barely ate anything all day so dinner was a must. It still broke you're heart to wake her once again.

"Come on Baby, I know you wanna sleep and I'll gladly cuddle you to sleep once you ate something but only after that okay?", "I'm not hungry", she mumbled but nevertheless took the one bowl from you. She knew better than to fight you in this and a few spoonfuls in you could tell that she was in fact a bit hungry.

She finished her bowl without you saying anything so once you were both done eating, you placed the bowls aside and cuddled under the covers next to her.

She was quick to cuddle into you laying down on top of you with her head on your chest and her body wedged between your legs. "I love you Baby. Thank you", she mumbled as her eyes closed and you just kissed her head before answering "I love more Scarly, always". The rest of the evening was spend with you rubbing your wife's back as she got some well deserved rest until you fell asleep yourself, happy to finally have her this close.

#scarlett johansson fluff #scarlett johansson x reader #sick scarlett #scarlett drabble

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eddiesghxst · 1 year

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Could we have more Natasha x reader please? Queen Consort was too amazing and you write so beautifully ❤️

THANK U SO MUCH!!! such a big compliment im crying🥹 here is a little drabble whilst I work on that second part to princess!nat, this is their first I love you's

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18+ content

word count: 1.7k

contains: a hint of forbidden love trope, a dash of secret relationship, oral (reader receiving), a sick amount of fluff, and nat being head over heels in love <3

-masterlist-

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Your heart is hammering in your chest as heavy breaths leave your lips. The sound of chittering katydids and cicadas is drowned out by the sound of your blood rushing through your ears.

Your tightly shut eyes dare to open, trailing down to take in the scene between your parted thighs. A focused Nat, busy and determined to make you cum for the second time, two fingers knuckle deep in your dripping cunt as her lips suckle at your swollen clit.

A pitiful moan slips when she curls her fingers upwards, your thighs quivering in ecstasy. You lean onto your elbows, hips squirming when she hums into your heat. The sloppy sounds of your sex and her content hums have your eyes rolling, stomach tightening and twitching as you feel an impending climax creeping up.

“I’m gonna…” You feel like you’re running out of air, desperately grabbing at any trace as you speak. The feeling is overwhelming, almost too much, but you’re a selfish lover who wants everything Natasha has to give. If she wants to give you two back-to-back toe-curling orgasms, who are you to deny her?

Your eyes shut again as your hand reaches out and threads shaky fingers through her hair; the braid you had done that morning is now a tangled mess from your activities. Your other hand fists at the blanket beneath you, no doubt pulling at the short blades of grass beneath it and staining the white material.

Natasha can feel you squeezing around her fingers, a telltale sign that you’re tipping over the finish line. Her eyes open (she’s not sure when they had shut), and her gaze flickers up your glistening body to land on your face, twisted in evident pleasure.

Natasha lifts from you, fingers expertly petting that sensitive spot within you as her lips brush over your needy clit while she speaks. “Open your eyes. I want to see them as you come.”

A moan that could pass as a whine claws its way from your throat when you open your eyes. Her gaze holds yours as she dips back down to suck at your heat greedily.

Time feels slow and fast altogether as your gazes dance with one another. Her free hand, which had been rubbing comforting circles on the underside of your thigh, reaches and takes your hand from her hair, fingers lacing together, falling to rest against your hips. Her thumb smooths over the back of your hand as you squeeze her hand in excitement.

Your moans climb up a pitch, and your breathing quickens, Natasha softly nodding in encouragement as you finally reach the top. Your body tenses, your breath hitching as your jaw drops, and your eyes shut as the feeling washes over you.

The feeling is otherworldly, each thrust of her fingers and suckle on your clit sending you to a higher place. The world falls silent, and you barely feel your back hitting the blanket as you fall back again, a burst of colors exploding behind your eyelids.

Natasha watches in wonder, watching as your free hand squeezes your breast. She wishes she could have a painting of you like this, spread and fucked out with nothing but pure bliss written across your features.

She hums when she finally pulls away from your cunt, carefully stamping sticky kisses onto the insides of your thighs and smiling when you twitch away from her fingers.

She pulls her fingers from you, nearly coming at the sight of your entrance clenching and unclenching around nothing.

She manages to tear her eyes from the sinful scene, lust-filled eyes trailing up your body to watch as you slowly come down. She patiently waits, pressing a kiss to your hand, still holding onto hers, heart fluttering when you subconsciously squeeze her fingers.

Through the foggy haze of your orgasm-muddled mind, you manage to find the way out, the sound of a rushing river slowly seeping through the cracks of your consciousness. The scent of fresh water and grass then fills your senses, and the feeling of your lover's warmth beneath your fingers draws you back to earth. You miss her; you miss the sight of her and the sound of her voice— it feels as if you haven’t seen her in years while you were in the clouds.

When your eyes open, the sight of the big tree above you greets you, heavy branches swaying with the wind and the rustling leaves adding to the soundtrack of your memories.

You turn your head to the side, softly laughing, before you look down to where Natasha has been quietly waiting. Your soul lets out a breath of relief at the sight of her as smiles spread across your faces.

“Will you be spending the rest of the day down there?”

Natasha softly laughs at your joke, pressing a kiss to your thigh. “I could spend an eternity between your thighs; you know that.” You blush at her words and watch as she begins to pepper kisses across your skin, from your hips to your stomach, a kiss for each of your breasts, the base of your throat, your chin, and finally, your lips.

You smile into the kiss, fingers slipping from hers to cup her face. She squeezes at your soft sides and hums in contentment.

She pulls away and watches as your eyes flutter open, your eyelids still heavy with lust, gaze dripping with admiration. A relaxed and closed-lip smile graces your lips, your fingers sneakily pulling the tie around her braid. You lean up to press kisses over her face as you blindly unravel the messy braid.

Once the braid is undone, and you’re gently running your hands through the silky locks, you pull away, the back of your head gently thudding against the soft ground.

Your heart skips a beat at the sight of her, wavy hair falling from her shoulders to create a curtain around the two of you. Natasha’s fingertips dig into the blanket on either side of your head as you softly push her hair back, careful thumbs smoothing over her eyebrows and sliding down the slope of her nose. Your gaze follows your hands, tracing back to her hair as you whisper, “Kissed by fire.”

She leans forward, dusting her nose across yours and kissing you once before slipping from your hold. Your hands drop to rest against your stomach as you watch her stand, flimsy white cover-up open and draping over her body, stopping at the middle of her thighs and whisking behind her as she walks a few paces away to where Shax is peacefully grazing.

You turn onto your side, adoration filling your body as you watch her open the saddlebag and sift through the contents. Once she finds what she has been looking for, she turns around and walks back towards you. Your eyes dance over her every feature, selfishly taking in her bare skin, the cover-up slowly slipping from her shoulder with each step.

She smiles as she drops to her knees beside you and places an object beside your arm. You glance at her as you reach for the object, “What’s this?” You question aloud, shifting to sit up a bit more. It’s thin, square, and hard, wrapped in thick brown paper and tied with twine. “A gift… I was going to wait until your birthday, but I’m impatient.”

You smile and softly laugh at her words as you unwrap the gift. You briefly look at her once again before you peel the brown paper back, revealing the cover of a book. The cover is blue, with delicate depictions of birds, trees, and deer littered across in gold.

It’s the most beautiful cover you’ve ever seen— ever held in your hands. You gape down at the book in your hands, silently blinking as you shake your head, glancing at her, then back at the book, “It’s…It’s beautiful, Nat.”

She smiles, leaning forward to press one kiss to your cheek, and another to the side of your mouth before speaking, “Open it.”

You feel like crying, the feeling of Natasha’s hand soothingly rubbing your side, and the sight of the precious gift in front of you pulling emotions to the forefront of your eyes. You lift the cover as you draw in a steady breath.

You’re silent as you read the words in the center of the page; Natasha quietly watches the movement of your eyes and how you silently mouth the words as you read.

You softly gasp, looking towards Natasha with wide eyes before looking back at the book. “W-what? What does that mean? You wrote this for me?”

“It’s not…you know, not my writing or words. It’s a collection of poems and short stories. They all remind me of you.”

She blushes as she explains, and your heart grows ten times the size of your body. “I had the bookmaker make it for me…”

Your heart nearly drops, your eyes snapping to hers, the slow drip of panic beginning to cover you. Natasha is quick to ease your nerves, the hand on your side giving a comforting squeeze as she speaks, “He doesn’t know. I was careful.”

You nod, looking back at the book and rereading the page. “…How long did this take?”

She begins to panic when she sees the glazed-over look in your eyes and the ghost of a pout tugging at your lips. “Um, I collected them over the past year, uh… I’m sorry if you don’t like it; I thought maybe since you like to read…”

You shake your head, leaving the book on the blanket to turn towards Natasha, pulling her in for a kiss. You kiss her once, twice, three times before pulling away, noses brushing as you speak, “I love it, so much, I do. I love you; you’re so good to me.”

The words nearly take the breath from Natasha’s lungs, a warm sensation flooding her body. She’s been waiting to hear those words— not to mention finally saying them— and the feeling is indescribable.

Natasha smiles, hands smoothing up your body to frame your face. She kisses you and smiles. “I love you too. So much.”

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dreaming-for-an-escape · 1 year

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Jamie: Has anyone seen my scrunchie?

Everyone: No.

Ethan: *shakes head while touching the said scrunchie he’s hiding in his pocket*

Now that’s a Billy Loomis move.

He still would’ve kicked Ethan’s ass 😂

#hear you seek you #jamie tatum mitchell meeks #ethan landry #billy loomis #scarlett mitchell #working on this jamie college drabble #getting flashbacks to when billy used to do the same thing to scarlett #scream 6 #scream vi #oc

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mino-diabolik · 9 months

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24..... 🫡

MORE SMUTTY PROMPTS BUT WITH SOME PLOT FOR EXTRA SPICE 🔥

24) our muses are on the run together and have sex while caught up in the thrill of it all.

⭐️ NSFW ⭐️

A light slam. The demonic pair wound up locked in a broom closet, deep in what appeared to be a long abandoned manor, somewhere in the rural Demon Realm. The screams and exclaims, raging and confused, of their assailants echoed through the enormous halls and the perimeter of the property.

Mystic had thrown himself against Scarlett in an attempt to conceal whatever aura she gave off. Though Ghouls were known for their lack of magic, he couldn’t take any chance. With the spell that could only be casted one-sidedly, it was all he could really think of to protect them both.

Their closeness gives the Founder a chance to realize the manner their bodies press up against each other. Scarlett’s well-built figure is impossible to ignore from his position. The adrenaline beating through his chest ignites a a spark of subtle arousal through him.

Scarlett glances up at him, and holds his gaze. There’s a subtle confusion on her part for an instant, when that same heat transfers into her own violet gaze. As though it were possibly for their arousal to be transmitted like a powerful virus.

It begins with inconspicuous swaying, brushing their bodies against each other. The friction is barely there, but clear begin affecting their mindfulness of the situation they are truly in.

Mystic boldens up and leans even closer. He slides a hand under Scarlett’s thigh and slowly lifts it, so that her knee is barely hovering at his hip. He sways his waist against her. The growing arousal at the groin of his pants becomes evident. It presses up against her own heat, slowly stimulating them both even through their clothing.

Another yell of their assailant.

Mystic stiffens for a moment, but is far gone into this mess to truly worry. He slips his hand over the nape of Scarlett’s neck and gently eases her forward, indirectly telling her to quiet down against his shoulder. If they make unnecessary sound, they’ll be done for.

His swaying becomes a slow thrusting pacing, forcing him to press up an arm on the wall and stifle his pleasure into his shoulder. Their skin didn’t even touch, but was already fighting groans and gasps.

The hands Scarlett kept on his waist move into the edge of his uniform’s waistline. She gives them a light tug, which prompts the Founder to slow. He slightly lifts his face to meet her gaze. If his eyes could burn, she would have melted.

No words need to be spoken.

The pair untangles form one another, each quickly caring for their own clothing. Buckles and zippers are undone on Mystic’s side, quickly lowering them enough for a a satisfying allowance of freedom from the confines of his trousers. Scarlett considers what to do, but opts for simply lifting her skirt enough for the view below to be on full display.

Mystic pounces back upon her. She aids him by holding her own leg up and waits. He pressed as close to her as he possibly can and lowers his hands, fumbling to move her underwear out of the way. He says nothing—no warning, no announcement—and roughly thrusts up inside of her. Scarlett can’t withhold a gasp of surprise from this and lightly throws her head against the wall.

Their connection is further aided by the wetness of their respective heats, one coated in pre-cum and the other oozing with arousal. Intercourse comes easy, as though their bodies have already grown so accustomed to one another.

No words are exchanged between them, aware enough that if they were to make enough noise, their spot would be given away. They cling to one another and silently drown in their bliss. The knowledge of potential danger draws out their pleasure further.

Mystic cradles Scarlett’s knee on the crook of his elbow, so he uses his free hand to slowly move over her chest. He simply cups her breasts momentarily, then gently robs her nipples over her clothes. He uses his nail to cause further stimulation, but is much focused in the pace of his thrusts.

“Where the hell did they go? It’s like the vanished into thin air,” a voice echoes somewhere in the hall of their position.

They freeze. Mystic pushes deep inside of Scarlett and stays in place. Scarlett has to hold a hand over her lips to avoid crying out. He notices this and stupidly decides to play around. He withdraws slowly, then suddenly rams back inside. Scarlett shudders, barely managing to contain herself. She glares up at Mystic and he returns it with a toothy smile.

“They might’ve run off while searching around like chickens without heads,” another responds to his comrade’s complains. “Let’s round up the rest and head out. This is a waste of time.”

Footsteps follow. The pair attentively listen to them, until there’s not a hint of them.

Scarlett presses up her hand against Mystic’s chest and shoved hard, forcing the Founder back and off his stance. He stumbles down into a dusty pile of bedsheets. He barely recovers himself from the shock when Scarlett has already climbed on top of him. He barely manages a comment as she holds herself over his hardened shaft, then lowers herself down to the base in a single thrust.

Both gasp and bliss takes over. Scarlett begins shoving her body against his, to which Mystic can’t help but do the same. Their skin loudly connects, but their movements are out of sync. As though each were to trying to selfishly drown out only their own arousal. It’s of no matter. The sensation is mutual.

Wrapped in the warmth of her insides, Mystic clamps his hands down over her waist and forces himself as deep as he possibly can. Scarlett follows without complaint, shuddering each time the tip of his cock touches depths he hadn’t previously.

Moans and groans fill the enclosed space of their hiding spot. The pair continue for what seems an eternity. Their libido never fluctuating. They shift positions through the small room. From riding on the dusty towels, to Scarlett holding onto the shelves as Mystic pounds into her from the rear, until they wound up against the wall once more.

Mystic carries Scarlett off the ground. Her legs wrap around his waist for safety. His arms hold her with ease, as though she weights nothing. Their bodies shake from their intercourse and the sound of it becomes almost as loud their vocalization of their pleasure.

Their bliss unravels rather suddenly, with Mystic ramming deeply inside of her and settling as cum spurts our violently. He strokes her clit, aiding her own climax. She tightens around him, pushing out a bit of his release. White residue sips out through the rim of her entrance and coats a small part of his shaft with it.

They rest against the wall, airing out the heat from their heads. While it doesn’t take long to regain their sanity, neither are in a hurry to part. Mystic lowers Scarlett to the ground, still inside of her, and leans closer for a kiss. She lightly sways her body against his, almost like muscle memory rather than to urge a continuation. Mystic doesn’t mind.

Tongues twirl and gasps sip out.

It doesn’t take long, and Scarlett fills as Mystic hardens once more right inside of her once more. She continues swaying her body, which finally causes Mystic to follow. Their connection squelches with arousal and the residue of their previous round, prepared for what is to follow.

#[wow this was in my drafts for a while *sweats*]#mystic tsukinami #scarlett wakahisa #kindan-no-kanojo #myslett #SPICE #more smutty prompts but with some plot for extra spice meme #one shot #drabble #smut

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writershapeholeonthedoor · 8 months

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Mrs Hollywood

Pairing: Scarlett Johansson x Fem!Reader

Summary: It's not always easy to date a Hollywood star

Disclaimer: English is not my first language. Also, this is a fluff little thing, enjoy

“Babe,” you whined as your girlfriend pulled away from the hug you had locked her in.

“I know, I know,” she soothed you with her gentle tone and a sweet smile as you finally mastered the courage to look at her. Scarlett had that look on her face - the one that meant she was just as unhappy as you were but she would put on a strong façade - and it made you sigh loudly. “I will be back in a month,” Scarlett reminded you.

“And then you will be home for a week and you will be gone again,” you complained although you knew you had no right to.

You kind of signed up for that when you started dating one of the best Hollywood actresses. Scarlett had a crazy agenda and you knew that from the start. When you two first started dating you would do FaceTime together while having a meal at different parts of the planet, but you made it work. She was in town every time she could catch a break from filming or doing her press tours, and she had offered to fly you to meet her more than once. It worked - very well, if the fact that you just celebrated your two years anniversary just a few weeks prior.

Now, however, you couldn’t help but miss her like crazy. She spent three months in Europe shooting her new Marvel movie, now she would be gone for another month to work on something else, and then she would have to travel again to attend premiers, awards and interviews all around the globe. You didn’t blame her for that, obviously, because her job was one of the things that she loved the most in the world, though you knew you had the right to whine about it every once in a while.

Like right now, when she was saying goodbye to you at the house you shared - when she was around - before taking a plane to whatever her next destination was.

“I promise I will make it up to you,” Scarlett whispered as her lips brushed against her cheek.

“Fine,” you sighed. “You better.”

“I promise,” Scarlett repeated, this time holding your hands between her palms and bringing you down for a kiss. “I love you, okay?”

“Not as much as I love you, Mrs Hollywood,” you joked, earning an eye roll from her which made you chuckle softly.

[...]

“You’re late,” you declared once you noticed your girlfriend walking toward you with large steps.

Scarlett's cheeks were a bit red and she was out of breath, which made you believe she had rushed there to meet you at the steps of the restaurant. “I know!” She said and stopped right in front of you, letting go of her dress, that she had been holding, and raising her hand to run through her hair to smooth it down. “There was no parking spot nearby, my driver had to park two blocks away,” she explained. “And my flight got delayed.”

Even if you were a bit annoyed, you still knew it wasn’t her fault that the flight was late. Could she have come back before to avoid all of this or told you she couldn’t have joined you? Yes. But Scarlett was there, she was making an effort, and you had missed her deeply, so she wasn’t going to let that get in the way. You sighed and pulled her in for a hug and a gentle peck on her lips so her lipstick wouldn’t smudge all around, then you held her hands to stop her from fussing about her clothes again.

“I’m glad you’re here,” you said with an earnest smile. “I missed you.”

All tension seemed to escape her body - her shoulders dropped, her hands stopped moving so much - and Scarlett nodded slowly. “I missed you too, my love. I hope I’m not that late.”

“Well, just an hour and a half,” you teased her as you both moved to the restaurant door. “I was kind of tired of waiting for you outside, so I sat down with my friends and I already ate. Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” Scarlett dismissed your words quickly.

You both walked inside the restaurant and she started doing an amazing job of ignoring all the looks that people threw at her. It wasn’t too crowded, the restaurant was small and not at all as fancy as she was used to, and people didn’t seem to be ashamed of ogling at her as she had just grown another head. Even if it did bother you that people would act as if having Scarlett Johansson inside a restaurant was insane, Scarlett was a pro at just keep walking and pretend nothing was going on around her.

“You didn’t have to go outside to wait for me,” she kept talking, letting you lead her to a table in the back where your old friends from college were sitting.

Those dinners with your friends were a common occurrence and you would all bring your partners since everyone got along great, but Scarlett couldn’t usually be a part of it. She was so glad that she could make it this time, though, even if she was late for it. “Of course I had to,” you argued, throwing a smile over your shoulder at her. “I missed you and I didn’t want to wait another minute to see you again.”

Scarlett smiled and tugged at your hand gently to make you stop walking. You did just that and got pulled against her body, instantly closing your eyes when you felt her hand cupping your cheek to pull in for a kiss. That kiss alone was enough to make you forget about the fifteen minutes you spent standing outside waiting for her after receiving a text saying she was on the way. Honestly, there were very little things that a kiss from Scarlett couldn’t make you forget.

“Come on, Mrs Hollywood,” you said once you pulled away, smiling gladly at her. “Stop making people wait for you.”

[...]

“Excuse me, are you Scarlett Johansson?”

And, just like that, you knew you had lost your girlfriend. As soon as someone recognized her, it was over. You two were standing in line at a coffee shop waiting to place your order after having a walk around the park, but now your girlfriend was surrounded by people trying to snap a picture with her or trying to get her to sign something for them. Scarlett, as usual, wasn’t rude and made sure to talk with everyone, although you knew she wasn’t that comfortable taking pictures and talking to people when she was wearing sweatpants and when she was all sweaty and tired.

Her fans tended to ignore you, which was fine by you. Every once in a while, a parent that had no idea why their kids were freaking out over her would step to the side and chat with you, but you were usually left alone to figure out what to do until your girlfriend was able to untangle herself from the circle that would certainly form around her. That day, though, you had nothing else to do but keep walking down the line while scrolling down your phone. You answered some texts, looked over social media to make sure no one had announced to the world where Scarlett was - since it could be very unsafe - , and ordered both of your coffees and some donuts to go. You had talked about sitting at a table inside to enjoy breakfast, but you knew it wouldn’t happen now.

Once the nice girl behind the counter gave you the order, you turned around to see if your girlfriend was already freed. There were still a couple of fans around her and she was chatting with a little girl that seemed to be telling her that she dressed up as Black Widow for Halloween. You knew it would take a few more minutes for her to talk with everyone, so you leaned against the concrete column at the corner and kept looking at your phone to make sure everything was fine.

You must have gotten distracted because you only noticed that Scarlett was done when she touched your arm to get your attention. Your eyes snapped at her, quickly noticing the sad and apologetic smile on her lips. “Sorry about that.”

“Don’t mention it,” you said with a smile of your own, pocketing your phone and moving to take her hand into yours so you could start walking home. “I’m starting to get used to it.”

“Really?” Scarlett asked and you were happy to see that her smile became lighter.

“Yeah. Maybe I was the right choice to date Mrs Hollywood,” you joked and chuckled when she rolled her eyes at you. You leaned in to peck her cheek, feeling your heart twice its size inside your chest when she placed a hand just above your breast.

“I have to agree with that,” she said. “I think I got the best girlfriend from the batch.”

“Yes, they don’t make more like me. I was the last one.”

“I’m lucky to have found you before anyone else, then,” Scarlett affirmed and, this time, there was a little blush in your cheeks. She laughed when she noticed it and started to walk a bit faster down the street. “Come on, before our coffee goes cold.”

[...]

“What’s this?” You asked when you felt soft hands coming from behind you to close your eyes. You stopped typing since you couldn’t see anymore, but didn’t push your chair back since you knew your girlfriend was standing behind it.

“I have a surprise for you,” Scarlett explained, sending a shiver down your body when you felt her hot breath hitting the side of your neck.

“Oh,” you sang happily. “I love surprises. Where is it?”

Scarlett moved her hands so there was only one in front of your eyes. You heard movements, something that sounded like a paper sliding on your keyboard, and, before you could ask again, the hand was gone from your face and you were able to see again. You noticed it very fast - the piece of paper on your desk - but it took you a few seconds to understand what it meant. You almost felt sadness taking over you thinking that your girlfriend would go away again before you noticed it was two place tickets and not just one.

“What?” You asked as you picked it up. You could see words, dates and letters, but you couldn’t make sense of any of that in that moment.

“Well,” Scarlett started to explain, walking around you and gently turning your chair to the side so she could sit on your lap. She threw her arms around your neck and your hands instinctively found her waist and thigh. “Since I have a break from work, I thought we might enjoy this time to travel together somewhere. Just you and me, and maybe some margaritas,” she added in the end with a grin.

You looked from her to the tickets you left on top of your keyboard, then back at her with your eyes bulging in surprise when you registered what she said. “Wait, what? You have a break?!”

Scarlett nodded, barely able to hide her gigantic smile now. “I do. I know I haven’t been the most available girlfriend ever, and I’m sorry about that. I managed to clean my schedule for a few months. I mean, I still have some interviews and other things, but I can do them from here so I won’t have to travel. So, what do you say? Do we have plans or not?”

“Babe, I would go to the end of the Earth with you,” you declared, incapable of hiding how happy you were feeling at that moment. Scarlett smiled brightly and your lips met in a loving kiss. “Turns out, it was totally worth it standing in line for Mrs Hollywood,” you said between kisses, but Scarlett barely paused to laugh before kissing you again.

And you were fine with it.

#scarlett johansson #scarlett johansson x reader #scarlett johansson x you #celebrity x reader #marvel #black widow #natasha romanoff #fanfic #creative writing #drabble #fluff

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lady-rose-moon · 2 years

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My Masterlist

My ask box is Here!

Every Step Of The Way

On The Wet Marshes

Potential

Meet Your Daughter

Loki's Masterlist is Here!

tba

Give Her Back: Part 1

Midnight Baking

Happy Birthday, Tasha

Smile, though your heart is aching

My little sleepy-head

tba

Drabbles:

The Sun Is Shining On Us

Just a little something...

#masterlist <3 #tom hiddleston #loki x reader #elizabeth olsen #scarlett johansson #wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff #benedict cucumber #dr stephen strange #drabbles

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kindan-no-kanojo · 1 year

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THROWING RYUUTO INTO YOUR INBOX OMG I HOPE IM NOT TOO LAAAATE 😩😩♥️♥️

@fruit-of-infidelity

First Five in my inbox get a kiss! (2/5) .You're good! 😤 [ catches @fruit-of-infidelity and delivers him to the beast (?) ]

“Ah, would you look at that...”

Scarlett stared at Ryuuto, scanning the entirety of his face while repeatedly tapping her lips with her finger, thinking. In the end, she simply grinned and placed her hands on his shoulders.

“I got a canvas! I was meaning to test my lipstick somewhere~”

“Besides, I wonder...” One hand slid towards the back of his neck, gloved fingers getting lost within strands of green hair; she tilted her head to the side, slightly looking up to make up for the brief height difference.

Then she spoke again in a lower voice, holding eye-contact as she leaned closer, “...Is that mouth useful for something else than purposefully getting on my nerves? ...fu. Allow me to find out—” Not actually waiting for any permission, the hand in his hair helped by pushing him in her direction for a smooch.

Crimson lips finally met the Vampire's, not as aggressively as she would have at another moment, and still not completely gentle; it was intense enough to put any misgiving aside, as though it was something she was quietly expecting for a while. Suddenly taking a deep breath, she pulled him even closer, not taking the kiss further than teasing licks or subtle nibbles just yet, but indulging into greedily catching his lower lip instead before letting go with an (almost) unintentional pop.

Her cheeks felt warm by then, and she refused to address it.

“... Ah—” And before making any comment, she blinked and used her thumb to clean off the lipstick residue off his mouth, “that looks a little messier than I intended. Oops? Hahaha~~”

“Haa... Maybe when I clean this canvas I can try again...”

#📭Asklett #Scarlett Wakahisa #Diabolik Lovers OC #Ryuuto Sakamaki #fruit-of-infidelity #. ryuulett kith. thats the post 😤💕#.kinda drabble-ish so replying or not is up to you! my job here is done 😤 djfsdjf #🍞Ryuuto #🍴. Ryuulett #💋Smooches #.also i never know if i have to re-tag but whatever(?)

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scarlettriot · 1 year

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I’m having brain rot therefore and I’m about to make it EVERYONE’S problem ♥️

TW: Almost cheating

Bestie!Eiji who’s been by your side for the last decade or so. He’s seen you through it all. Been there for whatever you need because you’re there for him in return.

There could be something more between you two but you’ve been with the same guy the entire duration of yours and Eiji’s friendship. No matter how many times the guy breaks your heart, the awful things he says, and the crappy things he does, you’re still with him after all this time.

Eijiro has lost count how many times you’ve cried on his shoulder. The times he’s carried you from his sofa and to his bed because you were having a hard enough time, you didn’t need a poor night of sleep on top of it. Or just how many bottles of alcohol the two of you put away in a single night because you just wanted to forget.

But, he’s kept his true feelings tucked away. He’s never let you see just how much he hates your boyfriend. He’s never let you hear the horrible things thinks about the pathetic excuse for a man. Katsuki knows, he had to tell someone, anyone, as long as it wasn’t you.

He’s able to keep it all inside until one night you’re out with him at the bar again, sitting in your usual spot and telling him about the latest reason why your boyfriend has brought tears to your beautiful eyes.

If he was your boyfriend, he’d never make you cry. Only happy tears would run down your cute cheeks. Or ones you’d shed out of pure pleasure…

“—would you just leave him already?”

Liquid courage in the form of many, many beers fueled his words.

“Excuse me?”

Had he been sober, he would’ve backtracked, would’ve kept himself from saying anything more. Then again, if he’d been sober, he wouldn’t have said anything so reckless in the first place.

“Break. Up. With. Him.” He made sure to punctuate every word but you just stared at him with wide eyes, still rimmed with tears and he just couldn’t take it anymore.

He reached up and cupped your face. He’d brushed away your tears before. Many, many times. This time however, when his thumb swipes away the droplet, he lets his hand stay there as his face inches closer to yours until your foreheads are resting against each other.

“Date me instead.” The three words are so quiet that had you been any further apart, you never would’ve heard them.

He never imagined he’d be the guy trying to take someone else’s girl but here he was. Hoping he could convince you. That you’d give him the chance. “Lemme give you the love he never has. Lemme give you that and so much more.”

Each sentence brought his lips closer to yours until he could feel them against his when he spoke. “One chance. One night. Lemme show you how good it can be…”

#there is so much more I want to do with this #there’s the simple path of us agreeing to the night #and obviously #it’s wonderful #maybe some sneaking around #because one night is never enough!#Scarlett’s in her feelings ☂️#scarlett’s thoughts 💭#best red rock shark ♥️🦈#Kirishima #Kiri drabble

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Just a little bite (Tom Hiddleston, Tom Holland and Paul Rudd drabble)

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A/N: I made this a tad flirtatious than the prompt, but hopefully everyone still likes it. Also thank you to Anonymous for this prompt and sorry there's not a lot of Paul. I hope that's alright.

Prompt request from Anonymous on Tumblr: Tom is coming back from Avengers press late. The cast has a whole hotel floor. Holland is going back to his own room with icein just his underwear. Tom admireres how plump Hollands ass has gotten pull down his underwear and starts biting it. Paul Rudd walks in and joins in. Just colleges having sexy fun thanx.

Summary: On Tom's way to his hotel room after an exhaustingly long press day he bumps into his fellow co-stars Scarlett Johansson and Mark Ruffalo on their way out for a few drinks. They invite him to go along, but he decides to decline, although his night takes a turn when he spots Tom Holland walking around in just his boxer shorts, and Paul Rudd ends up walking in on them.

Warnings: Biting and partial nudity

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Once inside the lift Tom pressed the button for the top floor of the hotel, which was paid out by the Marvel executives themselves, a big pay out for Tom and the entire cast of Avengers Infinity War. After Tom pressed the button he made his way towards the back of the lift, leaning back against it as the lift began to ascend towards his destination. His posture slouching against the cold metal, his slender fingers racking through his hair as he pushes it back, and an audible sigh escaped. The exhaustion began settling in already from the long press day.

When the lift stopped and the doors finally opened Tom pushed himself away from his sloughed position and exited the lift. Whilst heading down the corridor he spotted Scarlett and Mark all dressed up for the night.

"Hi, you two look nice." Tom says, as he approached Scarlett and Mark, kissing Scarlett's cheek and bro hugging Mark as he greeted them in turn.

"We're heading out with some of the others for drinks. Wanna come?" Scarlett asks excitedly.

"I will have to respectfully decline tonight. Rain check?" Tom says, hoping that they wouldn't mind if he sat this one out. After all there's plenty more stops left on the press tour for him to go out drinking with them.

"Well if you change your mind Hiddles drop me a message." Mark replied, as he squeezed Tom's shoulder.

Tom gave Mark a small smile before wishing them a good time, leaving them to wait for the others as he carried on his way. However as Tom turned the corner at the end of the corridor he spotted Holland. He instantly knew it to be the younger man even just from the back of his head. Although he was pleasantly surprised to see Holland was walking around in just his boxer shorts, Tom couldn't help but notice how plump Holland's ass was looking right now. Of course Tom was quick to recover, a sly smile formed on his lips, forgoing his previous exhausted state, because now he was a man on a mission. He wasted no more time and walked right up behind Holland.

"Hello." Tom greets Holland in a low sultry voice, causing an involuntary shiver down Holland's spine and the ice bucket in his hands to rattle. "Did I startle you?" He adds with an amused echo of laughter in his chest.

"Trust you to turn up." Holland laughs nervously, as he turns around to face the older man, almost bumping into his chest given how close Hiddleston is standing to him.

"I'm guessing you're not joining the others then?" Tom enquiries, as he subtly nods towards the ice bucket in Holland's hands.

"Nah, Paul and I actually already had plans to hang out with some beers and stuff." Holland replies with a slight shrug of his shoulders.

"Bettany or Rudd?" Tom asked then with one raised brow.

"Rudd." Hiddleston slowly nods his head along to Holland's reply.

"So...you're meeting in just your underwear?" Holland's cheeks slightly reddened at Tom's smirk.

"No!" Holland squealed a little, as Tom unexpectedly reached behind him and grabbed his ass. "No, I just almost forgot the ice and I remembered as I was changing." He adds, then let outs a breath he hadn't noticed he'd been holding, not until Hiddleston removed his hand from his ass.

"May I join you?" Tom asks, whilst trying to appear innocent after grabbing his ass.

"S-sure." Holland replies, secretly loving the fact Tom wanted to join himself and Paul.

Holland then turned back around and opened the door to his room which he left on the letch when he stepped out for the ice. Hiddleston followed him inside closely, so close in fact his hand was back on his ass again, making Holland smile to himself for a second. Once inside Tom closed the door behind them and then watched Holland bending forwards, his ass sticking up in the air momentarily, as Holland put the bucket of ice down onto the coffee table. Albeit seeing this only caused Tom to be tempted by the plump roundness, almost like a delectable peach for him to eat.

Tom proceeded to walk up behind Holland again after he stood up straight, his hand reaching for his ass again, and then giving it another squeeze. Holland seemed to freeze in place. Hiddleston then found himself overcome with the excitement of the moment and pulled Holland's boxers down just enough for him to see his ass in all its glory. Another sly smile formed on Tom's lips as he got down onto his knees behind the younger man, grabbing hold of his hips, then allowed his lips to ghost against the curve of Holland's ass.

"What...what are you doing?" Holland asks, swallowing thickly out of nervousness.

"What do you think I'm doing?" Tom teases, before softly kissing the curve of Holland's ass, and causing the younger man to clench a little. "Relax Tom...just a little bite, that's all." He whispers, the younger man relaxing a little before his teeth sink into the soft flesh of his ass.

A soft little moan escaped Holland's lips, fuelling Tom to continue biting him further, he even felt Tom's hands tighten on his hips. However after a few bites in the door of his hotel room opened with a barely audible soft click behind them. Both Tom's end up turning their heads around, Hiddleston still kneeling down behind Holland, both a little embarrassed being caught by Paul whilst in this position.

"I can't believe you guys started without me!" Paul laughs, closing the door behind him, before he dashes over towards them. Both Tom's could only sigh with relief.

Although it doesn't take long for Paul to kneel down next to Tom, giving him a cheeky wink, then they both took it in turns bitting Holland's ass. More moans left Holland's lips as the two older men bit his ass and his eyes fluttered closed. It was delightfully good and yet also a little naughty.

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