#scarlett johansson x fem!reader

[romanoffsbish]

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]

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]

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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[swaqcenix]

༻ 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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You Hold Your Hands in the Air, Screaming My Name (One Shot) 18+

A long day at work, and your favorite bar is closed. So, you ignore your gut and go to the nightclub down the street.

3.9K Word Count

MEN AND MINORS DNI. AGE 18+. SMUT, A HINT OF BLOOD PLAY IF YOU SQUINT, SLIGHT DEGRADATION AND EDGING.

A/N: Just a random thing that ballooned the more I wrote. Kinda on the fence about it. It has been A WHILE since I have wrote anything smutty, so lemme know, lol.

It had been an insanely long, hard day at work. Your job was not strenuous by any stretch, but today was the day that everyone just wanted to make your life hell while you worked your 10 hour shift. It was only 5:30pm, but you were over it, and just wanted to relax and unwind after work. Ever a creature of habit, you have a “typical” hole in the wall bar you like to visit after work, but of course, it was closed tonight due to some electrical fire or something along those lines. You should have just listened to your gut, and gone home. But instead, you found yourself at a new bar. 

There was a dull glow of blue and purple neon, and due to the later hour the music was thrumming throughout the venue. You watched as bodies moved in tandem with their partners, and the music, patrons soulful eyes gazing at the person they were dancing with. You weaved your way through the sea of dancing flesh, sweat, booze and perfumes, up a few steps, making your way up to the bar top, leaning against the counter to get your poison of choice. Your gaze drifted to the floor watching the movement on the floor below, leaning against the thick wood counter, tapping your fingers against it as you waited for your glass of whiskey. 

“Another Aperol Spritz, please.” A thick, beguiling voice came from behind your spot on the bar. You subtly turned so your front was pressed to the bar, so you could look at who the voice belonged to. A smaller, toned figure in an all black cocktail dress, slit up to her upper thigh, black and red heels, stood next to you. Her hair was pulled back in a messy bun, and a sheen was oh-so present on her skin. Your guessing she had just made her way off the dance floor, which was confirmed by the screaming of what you would presume to be her friends waving her back to the dance floor as the song changed. As you stood there, slowly side eyeing the woman beside you, your drink was slid in front of you. 

“Old Fashioned.” The bartender broke you out of your trance, your gaze going back to him. You slipped him a tip and grabbed your glass, walking away from the bar, past the blonde who was now turned and looking at you, to find a secluded table in the corner, where you were more than happy to just sit and watch. You would need to consume considerably more alcohol to do that. You peeled back the suit jacket, and loosened your tie, unbuttoning the top few buttons of your dark blue satin shirt. You were bobbing your head up and down to the song, alternating between scrolling through your phone and watching the dance floor. 

Multiple songs, and at least three more drinks had passed, and you had all but given up on the phone in your hand, and chose to just watch the dance floor as all the bodies moved seemingly in tandem with one another. Your eyes kept drifting from one group to another, when your gaze finally came across the blonde from earlier. She was swaying and grinding to the music, drifting from person to person. It seemed like she didn’t have someone she was dancing with in particular. Your eyes stayed glued to her figure, running dry as you watched how she moved, you gulped large amounts of your drink, successfully bleeding the glass dry and opting to suck on the ice while you waited for the waitress to come and get your order. 

The brunette waitress was hellaciously attractive, and shot you a smile as you grabbed your drink from her hand. She shot you a brief smile, and you felt that someone was staring at you. Your eyes wandered, until you came across the blonde again, but this time her eyes were locked on you. You smirked, watching with intent as she continued to dance, gyrating her hips on the person she was currently partnered with. You found it slightly disturbing how she continued to stare right at you, her mouth agape, while literally dry humping someone else in public. As the song came to a close, she pushed off the poor soul she was dancing with, and started to make her way straight for you. You gulped, finishing the last of your drink, and setting the empty glass down to run your finger around the rim. 

Almost as if on cue, the waitress popped herself into view, and you typically wouldn’t have minded, but the blonde making her way to you held your rapt attention. You’re sure that she had probably asked you if you wanted another, but you couldn’t hear her, between the music and now your heartbeat, which pounded louder and louder as the woman approached. There was a devilish smirk adorning her features, and as she stepped up to your table. She almost pushed the waitress out of the way, and your gaze drifted upwards as now the blonde stood over you. 

“You just gonna stare at me all night, or grow a pair and dance with me?” Her tone caught you off guard, it honestly rocked you straight to your core. 

“Sorry, I don’t dance.” You smirked, sending a lopsided smirk to the blonde, the waitress now sidestepping you both and walking away. 

“Mmm. That’s a shame.” She responded, clearly unimpressed by your answer. 

“How so?”

“Well, you strike me as someone who can dance, and of all these people, I think I would like to have my body pressed against yours the most.” She shot you a seductive look, leaning onto the tabletop with her arms squeezing her cleavage enough to make you want to faint, but faint right into them. 

“That is a shame, I suppose. I guess that’s why you’ve danced with every other person in here?” You smiled at her, leaning into her face.

“There’s no shame in trying to find the right person. I just feel like you’re it…” she shot you a questioning look, like she was asking you a question. 

“Y/N.” 

“Y/N. I’m Scarlett.” She shifted, sitting herself down across from you. Her eyes were piercing, even in the clubs neon. She stared right through you, like she was trying to read all of your thoughts. “Humor me, Y/N. One dance, one song. If I’m wrong, you can come back and be the wierdo in the corner.”

“Wrong about what, Scarlett?”

“We’ll call it a science experiment. In chemistry.” She looks at you, eyes were somewhat expectant, and you laughed. 

“I’m hardly a science experiment,” you respond cocking an eyebrow. “But in the interest of humoring, what if there isn’t any chemistry?” You ask as she clicks her tongue. 

“Ah, good question.” She smiles. “Then I guess no one in this god forsaken bar has chemistry with me, and I just have to find a new place to find my person.” You raise your eyebrow, shooting her a questioning look. 

“This is how you’re trying to find ‘your person’, by dancing in a nightclub?”

“Dancing is a love language, Y/N. It’s important.” She leaned back in towards your direction. 

“Fine.” You get up, sticking your hand out for her to grab.

“Fine? That’s how you respond to me asking for a dance?” She crossed her arms across her chest. You raise your eyebrow in her direction again. 

“I’m your last resort, Scarlett. You’ve danced with everyone in this place. Let’s see if you saved the best for last, hmm?”

“That’s a better response, Y/N.” She smirked as she stood up, straightening her dress, and grabbing your hand as you led her to the dance floor. You wormed your way through the musk and sweat, centering yourself on the floor. You turned towards her, and she pulled you into her body by your tie, slowly beginning to move to the heavy bass the song was providing. You began to feel the bass come through your shoes, and up your body, and before you knew it, all you could focus on was the music and the woman in front of you, grinding your thigh, with her arms around your neck. Your forehead was covered in a thin layer of sweat, and she pressed her head to yours, staring at you eye to eye as you danced. 

You weren’t sure how long you had been out there, but your dress shirt now clung to your body, drenched in perspiration and displaying the musculature beneath. But you had been dancing with Scarlett for what seemed like forever in the best way possible. You both hadn’t left each others presence since making your way onto the floor. But now, you needed a drink, and were exhausted. Your mouth was dry, and your aching body needed a break. There was a slow, sensual song playing, so Scarlett and you were swaying back and forth, her back to your front. 

“Thirsty?”You rasp into the shell of her ear. You smirked at the goosebumps that erupted in response. She turned in your hold, and wrapped her arms around your neck once more. 

“You could say that,” she stared at your eyes, and you couldn’t help but notice the dilated pupils and seductive tone in her voice. 

“Come on,” you grab her hand, walking back to the table to grab your coat. It was times like this you were glad that you lived close, in the heart of downtown. You grabbed the coat, flinging it over your shoulder while she grabbed her clutch from the table she had been seated at with her friends. You smiled at her as you held the door open, and you both slipped out into the crisp fall night. She shivered, and you slipped your coat over her shoulders. 

“Thanks, Y/N.” She clicked besides you, her heels matching the beat of your heart. You suddenly stopped, catching the attention of the figure to your left. When she stopped just ahead of you, you pulled her back into you. 

“You didn’t tell me the experiment results.” You husked, placing one hand on her cheek, and the other on her back, watching as she pushed against your touch. 

“The jury is still out, but…” she grabbed the edged of your dress shirt, pulling you even closer. “You get to be a part of the next experiment.” She smirked, her lips coming dangerously close to yours. 

“Next experiment?” You laugh, failing to notice her biting her lip. 

“Yeah, the next experiment is seeing if I picked correctly.” She looked up at you, waiting for you to initiate anything. You don’t move for a moment, and she shifts her weight, almost like she’s becoming restless. You laugh at her becoming suddenly antsy, to which she lets go of your shirt and begins sliding the coat off of her shoulders. You stop her movements, pulling her into your taller frame, and began walking. She cocked her eyebrow, waiting for what you would do next as she walked backwards. Suddenly, her back met a tall, metal door frame, and she gasped at the cool sensation on her frame. You crashed your lips to hers, grabbing both sides of her head and keeping her still while you kissed her fervently. She moaned into the kiss, and hiked her leg up around your backside, pulling you close while she grabbed onto your shirt. You bit her lower lip harshly, causing her to gasp and open her mouth, to which you graciously entered and took control of the kiss. You both fought for some semblance of dominance, to which you quickly showed her she wouldn’t win. 

Pulling away when breath was required, you rested your forehead on hers, and she looked up at you. No words being necessary, you bent down, lifting the smaller woman by the back of her thighs, and wrapping her legs around you. She clung to you like a koala, squealing as you carried her inside the building. You stayed this way, making your way past the doorman to the elevator.

“Good Evening, Ms. Y/L/N.” The doorman smiled, and you shook your head his way. After pushing the button, you shifted Scarlett in your grasp so she was now looking down at you. You smirked, and the elevator doors opened just as you were about to kiss. She groaned, and you smiled, letting the occupants out of the elevator before stepping in. You pushed the button for the top floor, causing the woman to raise an eyebrow. 

“Top floor?” She asked, looking back at you. You slowly let her body slide down your frame, she whimpered as you intentionally made her legs straddle your leg, which was propped up on the mirrored walls to the carriage, causing her clit to rub against the fabric of your trousers.

“Mmhmm.” You respond, now stalking forward and pushing her back to the other side of the elevator. You ducked your head, kissing her once more. This kiss was laced with a passion you were unaware you had been withholding, and she moaned loudly into your mouth, before you detached and began leaving openmouthed kisses down her jawline. She wrapped her leg around you, while grasping the hair at the back of your neck, pulling your head backwards before guiding it back to her. You both kissed each other until the doors dinged open, and you break the kiss to make sure it was the right level. When you had ensured that you had reached the correct floor, you both continued kissing, and you slowly guided her backwards towards your door, never breaking the contact. Eventually, the whines and whimpers became too much, and you picked her up, this time flinging her over your shoulder, your arm holding tight to the swell of her ass under her dress.  You were close enough, you could smell the arousal of the moaning mess that was now grabbing your ass, while you fished the keys out of your pocket and opened the door. She shrieked when you didn’t put her down right away, but rather smacked her ass as you walked through the penthouse to the bedroom. 

You flung the woman off your shoulder, throwing her onto your massive bed, before resting your knee onto the edge, unbuttoning your shirt while she watched. She just stared at you, lip trapped in between her teeth. Her legs were rubbing together, you could tell she was worked up. Her pupils were blown at this point, and just as you finished unbuttoning your dress shirt you reached down, grabbing her ankles and pulling her towards you. You pried apart her legs, causing her to whine at the loss of friction where she so desperately needed it. 

“So fucking needy, whining the whole way up here, rubbing your legs together on my bed.” You growl at her, causing her eyes to roll back. A moan was her only response. “Words, baby.”

“Just, want you…” she whimpered, rolling her hips up in the air. You let out a sardonic laugh. 

“You want me?” Her gaze was glazed at this point, but she continued to writhe and whimper while you stood between her legs. “You chose me last, Scarlett. Remember that.” You bark in her direction, before grabbing her legs firmly, and flipping her over on her stomach. You grabbed the zipper of her dress, slowly, painstakingly unzipping it. You trace your fingers up and down the now bare skin, groaning at the lack of undergarments. In one swift movement, you pulled the dress down, off her frame entirely. She shrieked at the sudden loss, before beginning her ministrations again, trying to get some relief. Her thighs were coated, and you ran your finger up the inside of her legs, causing her to groan at the contact. She looked at you over her shoulder, spreading her legs further, asking you for more contact. 

“Mmmmm, baby girl, you have to beg to get what you want.” You lean over her, placing your hands on either side of her chest, and capturing her lips in a kiss. She flipped herself over underneath you, and began to unbuckle your belt. You tutted her, swatting her hands away. This caused a groan to come from the other woman.

“Please, just want to feel you.” She gave you her best puppy dog eyes, sticking her lower lip out. You dipped your head down to bite the protruding lip, just hard enough to cause her to moan and draw blood. 

“You just want to feel? That’s it?” You taunt her, leaning back out of her reach. She made some grabby hands in your direction, shaking her head no. 

“I want to feel you all over me…” She whined. “I want you to touch me, to fuck me, please…Y/N.”

“I’m sorry, what was that?” You ask again, wanting to make sure you heard her say it loud and clear. 

“Touch me, Y/N. FUCK me, please!” 

“Such a fucking dirty girl, demanding like that.” Her admission was the only invitation you needed. You grasped the buckle of your belt, pulling it out of the loops on your pants, before tauntingly sliding your pants down. You climbed up over her, kissing and nipping down her jawline, to her collarbone. You bit and sucked, leaving dark purple bruises along her collar, and straddled her leg so your thigh was slotted in between her legs. You grasped her hips firmly, guiding her up and down your thigh just enough to ease the tension she was feeling, but nowhere near enough to get her to release. 

“Fuck, Y/N, please!” She whined, pulling your hair as she tried to guide you to where she wanted you the most. 

“As much as I love your begging baby, let me take care of you.” You whisper into her ear, nipping at the shell, and jingling her earrings in your mouth before working your way back down to her chest. You now shift yourself to be fully in between her legs, and begin sucking and tweaking at her pert nipples. She moans as you suck and nibble on one, then the other, switching back and forth until you had given them enough attention for your liking. She keeps trying to push herself against you, and you have to reach one hand down to hold her hips down. 

“Behave.” Your tone left no room for error- if she didn’t do as she was told, she would get nothing. She continued to whine as you made your way down her body, nipping and marking every inch of exposed flesh you saw fit. You finally settled in between her legs, running your fingers up and down the inside of her thighs as you watched her essence drip out of her pussy. You nearly go animalistic at the sight, but hold enough restraint to keep teasing.

“So wet for me, Scarlett. You’re a mess, doll.” You mutter, and she whimpers and mewls, one hand playing with her nipple while the other tangled into your hair. She couldn’t even put together a coherent sentence at this point, she was just a babbling mess. You barely traced your finger through her slit, causing her to shake and moan, back arching off the bed. 

“FUCCKKKK, Y/N!” Her eyes were pinned shut, and she threw herself back to the bed. You slowly traced your finger over her folds, gathering all the arousal you could, before you plunged one finger into her clenched hole. She released a pornographic moan at the sudden intrusion, finally getting what she wanted. 

“Fuck, you’re so goddamn tight,” you mutter, slowly pumping your finger in, knuckle deep. You curled the finger, finding her spongy spot instantly, causing the woman below you to scream out a string of profanities. 

“An…another…please.” She whimpered, placing her hand around your wrist. You slid another finger in, stretching her out slightly, and working her up further. The obscene sounds coming from how wet she was were spurring you on with her whimpers and moans. You felt her clenching around your digits, and slowly worked a third in, spreading her lips open enough to see her clench around your fingers. 

“Fuck, so pretty all spread out for me,” You could tell she was close, but you wanted to push just a little bit further. You thrust your fingers at a slower pace, a frustrated groan coming from the woman. 

“Faster, please…” she tailed off when you added a fourth finger, leaving your thumb to rub her clit sporadically, sending her mind into a spiral. Her body began to convulse beneath you, and as she began to tighten around you, you withdrew your hand. Her eyes flew open, staring at you as you worked your way back up to her, and she tried to push you back down. You were finally hovering back over her, swooping down and taking her into a breathtaking liplock. It was a kiss you never wanted to pull away from, but you did, begrudgingly. “Please…Y/N… finish me…” she panted, trying to push you by your shoulders back down. You smirk at her desperation, but your own was too great. You wanted to taste her, to feel her cum in your mouth. You begin trailing open mouthed kisses all the way down, before settling back in between her legs. Her fingers raked their way up your upper back, surely leaving marks in their wake. 

You kissed around her exposed sex, intentionally leaving out the area she need you the most. You slipped two fingers back into her, groaning at the sloshing noise that came from her waiting pussy. You licked one long stripe up her folds, laying your tongue completely flat against her, causing her hands to fly to the comforter and grip it tightly. 

“ooOOOhhh!” She moaned, her body shimmying under the sensation. You buried your tongue deep within her, groaning and rolling your eyes back at her tangy, sweet taste. The moans you were eliciting were sending shockwaves directly to her core, your nose nestled directly against her clit. Every move you made, the tip of your nose brushed against her bundle of nerves, sending her senses into overdrive. Your tongue set a feverish pace, your fingers delving into her sporadically to further stimulate her from the inside. 

When she finally felt like she was close, her hands flew to the back of your head, grasping the hair, holding you where she needed you. You slid your hand up to her chest, grabbing hold of her nipple as the other was knuckle deep inside of her, curling against her g-spot. You lapped at her, plunging your tongue in with your fingers, and moving your head around so your nose rubbed against her clit. Her body tensed, and she threw her head back as she silently screamed, the veins in her neck bulging out, as you gently worked her down from her high. 

“Fuck, Y/N,” she moaned, as her hands wandered all over your body and hers. You pull her in for a deep kiss, letting her taste herself on your tongue. She moaned at the taste, you groaned into the kiss in response. You pulled away, resting your foreheads together once more.  “That’s one hell of an experiment, babe. Maybe I would have passed chemistry if all the lessons were like this.” She laughed, your grip tightening on her hips at the thought of anyone else being like this with her. “I think the experiment went well, don’t you?” She asked, clinging to your body. 

“I think the results were inconclusive. We need to test further,” you respond, slipping yourself off the bed, walking to your closet. You will go all night to prove to her that this is more than a social experiment, and you are most certainly glad you ignored your gut this time around.

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Kisses And Coughdrops

〚 Day 13 - Forehead Kisses 〛

〚 Pairing - Scarlett Johansson x Reader 〛

〚 Summary - Scarlett, sick and exhausted, gets a day off, but insists on working but maybe you'll be able to get her to rest. 〛

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When you arrived, you found Scarlett curled up in your trailer, wrapped in a thick blanket, sitting on a small armchair and looking absolutely miserable. Her usually tidy, blonde hair was messily thrown up into a ponytail, and her normally sparkling green eyes were dull and tired – both from the exhaustion of working all day and from whatever germs were making her feel so crappy.

"Hey," you said softly, placing the supplies on the small counter side, “I spoke to production, they agreed to let you have tomorrow off. They’re gonna do the audio logs instead.”

Scarlett managed a weak smile and croaked out a humble, "You didn’t have to do that"

“You'd do the same for me,” You shrugged, truthfully you both knew she needed it, even if she wasn’t willing to admit it, “Plus I don’t think you want to infect the rest of the crew, do you?”

“That’s true.” She her voice cracked as she mumbled before she broke off into a raspy cough, as she continued to look over the script beside her which you hadn’t noticed earlier.

Without a word, you walked over to her, crouching down to her eye level. Your fingers gently tilted her chin upwards, causing her to look at you with those tired, watery green eyes, “I thought we agreed that you were coming back here to rest. You know your lines already; you’re just going to strain your eyes doing this.”

You sighed, heading over to the bedroom and picking up the small pair of glasses which she kept on the bedside before returning and gently sliding them on, not wanting her headache to get any worse.

She sighed, setting the script down on her lap. "I know, but I just want to be sure, I hate the thought of delaying things. I don’t like being ‘that guy’ who holds things up for everyone else.

You leaned in closer, your thumb gently brushing away a stray strand of her blonde hair that had escaped her messy ponytail, “You’re not ‘that guy’, no one would ever think that."

"You're incredible, you know that?" you whispered softly.

She blushed, a faint flush of color spreading across her cheeks. "You're biased," she mumbled, but her eyes held a grateful glint.

"Maybe I am," you admitted with a playful grin, "But that doesn't change the fact that you need to rest. Everything else can be done tomorrow, you just need to start feeling better and you can't do that if you're keeping yourself awake when you're clearly tired love." You added, noticing her failed attempt at hiding a yawn.

Scarlett nodded, it was obvious she was starting to feel the exhaustion creeping in, she moved up, making for space for you as you came to sit beside her. But as you sat down you couldn't help but notice her shivering slightly.

Your concern deepened, and you decided it was time for some extra care. Leaning in, you pressed a tender kiss to her forehead, feeling the heat radiating from her feverish skin. Scarlett closed her eyes for a moment, savoring the affectionate gesture. "You're too good to me," she whispered, her voice still rough but filled with gratitude.

"It's because I care about you," you replied softly, your fingers tracing gentle circles on her back through the blanket as you pressed one more kiss to her forehead before settling beside her, pulling her into a warm embrace, "Now, let's make a deal. You rest for now, and when you're feeling better, we'll run lines together as many times as you want."

Scarlett smiled weakly, her cheeks flushed with a feverish warmth. "Deal."

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Anything Scarlett x reader 🥰

One night, or maybe more

Warnings: First meet, fluff, night adventure

Word count: 1.1 K

Pairing: Scarlett Johansson x Fem!Reader

Prompt: Scarlett meets a girl who makes her feel like one more person, so, she invites her to spend a fun night with her all over town.

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*Story based, partially, on real events*

"Ok, anyway, can you explain why I'm helping you choose clothes for a celebrity-filled event?"

My roommate and friend, Clara asked as she helped me get every last piece of clothing out of my closet.

"I already told you, my classmate from Italian literature class, Veronica, was invited to the party thanks to her Youtube channel, and since her best friend canceled, she thought of inviting me" I said as I began to connect the iron for the hair

"Wow, who do you think you know?"

"I don't know, I might know Henry Cavill himself" I joked, knowing that he would not be present at the party.

“Girl, never say never” She slapped my arm playfully “What do you think of these pants and this shirt with the back uncovered? It looks party-worthy, it's sexy and elegant. It's an 'I'm a bitch, but I'm an expensive bitch '”

We both laughed, but, she was somewhat right, it was worthy of a party the magnitude of tonight's.

"Clara, you are magnificent"

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To say that it was a party full of celebrities was an understatement for the amount of famous people that were in that place. Figures like Jennifer Aniston, Chris Evans and even Madonna were present at the party, enjoying a cocktail.

"Wow, when you said famous, I didn't think it would be so many famous" I joked with Veronica

“I know, I didn't expect this quality either” she returned the joke, suddenly someone approached her and began to speak in her ear until she walked away “hey, I have to go interview the person who invited us; I hope I won't be long"

"Do not worry it's alright"

"Don't get lost" she said goodbye with a wink and a squeeze to my right arm

"No" I returned the smile seeing how he began to walk away "I'll stay here"

My gaze began to travel all around me, feeling a little self-conscious about the people, the noise and the great amount of talent that surrounded me, making me feel small, like a little ant.

Trying to get that feeling out of my body, I decided to walk to the small bar and ask the bartender for a drink.

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After sitting for a long time, taking drink after drink, I felt like a body collided with my back.

"Forgiveness"

I turned my head just to see that famous blonde hair, green eyes and that big smile.

Holy crap, Scarlett Johansson had bumped into me!

She ordered a drink, but surely she felt my gaze on her body, so she returned the gaze, causing me to look away and bow my head.

"I've never met you before, are you new to the guild?"

I turned my head, just to confirm that her question was directed at me.

"No, they invited me" I saw how her look changed, so I hastened to answer again "but don't worry, I'm not here in fan mode. Just… you know, I coming to party”

"Well, thank goodness" she laughed, placing a hand on my bare shoulder. "Well…"

"Y/N, my name is Y/N."

"Well, Y/N, what's a girl like you doing here?"

“I just came to accompany a classmate from the university…”

"University? What are you studying?"

"Literature"

“That sounds interesting… where do you study?”

"Sorry, I don't mean to sound rude, but why would an Oscar-nominated actress like you take an interest in the life of a college girl?"

She took the glass that had been brought to her and toasted my drink, forgotten on the bar.

"I'm just… interested in the life of a pretty girl"

The conversation was only going up, it didn't even seem like she was talking to one of the biggest stars on the planet. We were just two women having a light flirt as we got to know each other more and more. Until, little by little, the room became more and more crowded, making the conversation more difficult to carry.

"Damn, people are starting to tire me out" Scarlett began to complain, as she took the last sip of her drink "Do you want to get out of here?" she ask

"Where?"

"I know a place where we can have fun" she took my right hand, forcing me to get up from my seat and guiding me to the exit of the place.

Taking me on a late night adventure.

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Scarlett took me on an express tour of New York City, she knew I hadn't had the chance to meet her in the few days of my stay, so she showed me everything there was to see. I took some photos in Times Square, we went through the art museum, we bothered a guard at the Empire State and I even took some of the statue of liberty. When I least wanted to realize it, Scarlett had brought me to the door of what looked like a school.

"What are we doing here?" I asked, watching as she brushed aside the vines to reveal a hole through which we could pass.

"Come, trust me"

And even so, without knowing her at all, beyond a public figure, still, I trusted her.

I got into the school and let her guide me to the pool and watching how she began to undress.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I started laughing at the strange situation I was getting myself into.

"Do you want to swim?" When she was in her underwear, she quickly got into the pool, laughing and swimming until she was close to me again. "Did you know that I studied here?"

“Really?” I asked as I began to remove my pants "Turn around, I don't have a bra"

"If you want you can wear my shirt"

I took off my own blouse to put on Scarlett's and get into the pool. We both started playing and swimming.

When I least wanted to realize it, Scarlett's lips were on mine, in a heated kissing session, but with her hands holding my cheeks, trying not to bother me. She was just trying to be gentle with me, with soft but constant kisses; until the noise of my phone interrupted us. I quickly got out of the pool and answered the phone.

"Hello?"

"Where are you?" asked Veronica

"Damn, I left the place, but I'm coming back now"

"I'll wait for you. You have 20 minutes to arrive”

"It's fine"

and hung up

"I have to go" I said as I began to dry myself and put on my own clothes.

Without realizing it, Scarlett got out of the pool and hugged my hips from behind.

"When I could see you?"

"You have my phone" I laughed "Just dial me and you could send a private plane for me" I joked with her, causing her tender laughter

"Maybe I will." she kissed my cheek.

"See you then" I kissed her lips.

"See you"

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apeitheia - part five.

pairings | scarlett johansson x fem!reader

summary | hollywood’s wealthiest actress, scarlett johansson, is happily married to her comedian husband. that is until she meets one of her staff in her brand-new company and starts to have a long-lasting affair - which is committing adultery and the disobedience that comes within. (THIS IS COMPLETELY FICTIONAL!) warnings | 18+ YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! detailed smut, biting kink, possessive!scarlett, top!scarlett, shower sex, and fluff.  notes | stacy and scott! reader’s life is full of “s” names, it’s funny help but i hope you enjoy this chapter x series masterlist | masterlist | tag list series

I was scrubbing my hair with the tea tree lavender that Scarlett has in her bathroom. It felt soothing to my scalp, I could feel the immense pleasure from the coolness on my head; especially the scent. God knows how much I love the smell of shampoo, I mean everyone does. While I was doing that, I thought about what happened with the scene a while ago. Scott Adamos was a boy that I used to be in love with, crazy about him if I may add respectfully. And the thought of Scarlett being jealous is quite funny but adorable at the same time. But that thought faded when I remember us being so quiet in her car that no one spoke. Not even me, I just listened to some music in the car that she has: Fleetwood Mac. Of course, her taste. When I looked to the side of my shoulder, her eyes were so glued to the road that I never even saw her blink. Boy, what have I done?

I was so lost with the scent and the warm water prickling onto my nude skin that I barely hear the shower door creaking open. I turned over my shoulder and saw Scarlett with a full naked body, her eyes a little puffed red. I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion and asked with a timid voice: “Are you okay? Do you want to shower with me?”

“Yeah,” she responded with a very vague sniffle and wrapped her arms around my waist; suddenly my back pressed against her front, and I could feel her nipples harden. If there was one thing I’m chanting to myself right now is to not get aroused by her presence, she looked sad. “I’m sorry about a while ago.”

I chuckle at her statement, still lathering the liquid soap on my arm. “There’s nothing to apologize for, honey. Do you want me to put shampoo on your head?”

She shook her head in disapproval and instead turned me around, now our fronts are touching. I looked up just to see what she was trying to do and I could see the hunger in her green eyes – even her lips. She gently pushes my back to the wall and gave my chest a peck, pumping her hand onto the liquid soap and gathering it all over her palm. She whispers next to my ear, “I just want you right now, please?” I could sense her hands spreading the liquid all over my waist to my hips, then to my stomach. I flexed onto my abdomen when her hands were near to my chest, and she groped my right breast with a quiet moan.

“Scarlett,” I gasped for air and shot my eyes back from my head, feeling her lips kissing my collarbone while her hand was still there; my breasts. “Are you sure you want to do this here?”

“I just want you,” she responded, more like she repeated her previous words and finally kissed my lips – her tongue pushing inside my warm mouth. I almost let out a whine when I felt her tongue flicking mine, meaningless to say that she was desperate. So I let her dominate me whenever she can because that’s just me being a good girl for her. She always likes it whenever I’m a good girl.

Scarlett pulled away with the sound of our lips smacking and whispered lowly, “Spread your legs for me.” and I did not oppose her command. I opened them widely and I watch as she kneels on the tiled floor, spreading her hands through my inner thighs; teasing me as she always does. She gets her nose close to my core and stares right back up at me. I could feel her warm breath against my clit, wanting her to just strike a long lick onto it. But when I try to say something, a slap on my thigh would cause it. I could feel her thumb against my skin, soothing it up and down until I started to move my hips upwards in desperation.

“Gonna eat you like no one else does,” says Scarlett with her voice full of possession and lust, leaning her mouth to my cunt and starting lapping through my slick folds with her tongue; moaning to herself quietly when she could feel how wet I was for her. She whispers while eating your cunt: “You’re so fucking delicious, love it when I’m the only one who gets to eat this little pussy.”

I began to thread my fingers through her silk darkish blonde hair as I bit my lower lip to restrain my uncharacteristic moans, my foolish whines that she always loves. I could feel her teeth in my clit and bite it gently; making me let out a scream of pain and pleasure. When I first mentioned to her that I like to be bitten, she was happily giving it to me. Once in a while, she would tend to bite my collarbone as well as the folds in my cunt. God, she was obsessed with the idea as well as I did.

I whispered helplessly while I had my eyes closed, “Oh god! Your tongue is amazing–mmph–go harder, put your tongue inside of me…”

The tip of her fingers starts to tease my entrance, muttering quietly: “Fuck, you’re wet. Want me to push in my fingers while I bite onto your clit, little girl? Gonna make me come from the spot…” she continues to make circular motions with my small hole until I could feel her long fingers pushing in slowly in my core; covering my mouth with my wet palm as the water washes down at us, the glass starts to fog up and I could feel my chest heaving with the inch of her fingers penetrating my velvety walls that clench around her tightly. How much she loved it when I was tight, that no one else played with me unless it was her. Scarlett brings herself up and kisses my lips, full of need and domination with a tinge of pain. Her tongue flicks onto my upper lip while pumping inside of me, my lower back making wet noises against the wall.

“Fuck, I love you,” she mumbles to my cheek while smothering her lips onto my skin, her fingers pumping violently in and out of my pussy. I clung to her with my arm around her neck while my other leg was wrapped around her ass. Her other hand was holding us both; which was a weird position considering the floor was rather slippery to our feet. She grunts with her strings of words, saying to me: such a good girl, all wet for me or I’d like to use my cock up in your fucking cunt, gonna ruin that hole until no one else can use it. It felt possessive, rough, and insanely attractive coming from Johansson. Her mouth was warm on my wet cheek, and hearing her moaning in a deep voice got my core even wetter from the sound of her voice.

“Pretty girl, pretty body,” Scarlett swoons, her mouth on my neck now as I could feel her fingers curling inside of me, tapping that spot rapidly until I started to shake my legs from the sensation. She definitely knows how to fuck a woman. “All mine, right–hmmph–Pretty girl… My pretty girl.”

“Ngh!” I groaned and tightened my arm around her neck, the sound of wet sloppy sounds that I created started to form in the bathroom as the water started to get warmer with every thrust Scarlett produces. She grunts darkly and closes her eyes tight when I clench around her fingers – Scarlett can barely pull out. “I’m gonna cum Scarlett, I’m gonna–oh my god, stop!”

“Gonna cum too princess,” she says with her teeth gritting as she starts thrusting her core with my thigh, pinning me to the wall, and throws her head back to my neck again, whimpering. “I’m so in love with you, oh god you take my fingers so fucking well…”

One last final push, we both moaned at the same time as I could feel my lower abdomen fluttering with pleasure, and the insides of my vagina tighten around her three fingers as I watch the way she falls apart as well. She came onto my thigh, flinching thrice until her back hunched down. I could hear her groan and felt her breath against my shoulder and started to hump my leg slowly until her high was over. We both breathed heavily as I could feel her breath panting. Then, she brings her head away from me and looks down at my eyes with a small smile on her face; I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion.

“What’s wrong?”

She shakes her head, holding me close to her as I trail both of my fingers down at her tattooed back – admiring it when the reflection of her mirror faced us. It was a little fogged up, but her tattoo was well displayed. I could see how her chest slowly heaves but trembling. I was highly convinced that she was in fact – jealous. But would my assumption be too much? Sometimes, I do feel that way. Scarlett puts her fingers to my chin and lifts it up, leaning down and kissing me with passion.

“Nothing, I’m just sorry.”

MAY 26, 2022: PAST.

I took one swig of my cigarette from my mouth and was faced with the small stack of books near the door. My back was deflated and I was sitting down on the edge of her mattress. Have I cheated on my husband? I think to myself. But those words started to ring in my head like a school bell, then they began to hit me. I’m a cheater, I just cheated on my husband. Was there a sense of guilt? A little, but it could spread more once I start to have a relationship with petal.

When I was near her, even just a few feet away, I felt utterly safe. I felt me. The last time I felt truly happy like this was when I was only twenty years old. I was in a secret relationship with a woman and she made me happy – just how Y/N does to me. But it’s safe to say that petal makes me happier over the span of two or three months. I can’t even remember anymore, I was so in love with her presence; her bubbly self.

“Scarlett?”

I turned over my shoulder and saw Y/N with a groggy look on her face, her breasts are out from the navy blue blanket. I smiled at her and took one last blow of my cigarette, pushing the bud onto the floor. I’ll clean that up later. She pulls me in and kisses my nose, which made me giggle since I have a tickle spot there. I began to say, “You looked peaceful when you were asleep, I couldn’t bear myself to wake you up.”

She snorts a laugh, pressing her head against my chest as I hold her with my back pressed against the wall; pulling the heavy blanket to our naked bodies.

“I’m kind of a sleepy person.” She mentioned feeling her mouth yawning on my chest.

“Hmm, really?”

“Yup,” she says with a tired voice. I mean, how wouldn’t she be tired from our previous sexual intercourse? “I’ve never slept with a woman before.”

That was not surprising. She looked like that type of girl that radiates: I only sleep with men but that could be changed if a woman sleeps with me and I was happy enough – gladly even – to even touch and kiss her. I wrapped my arm around her tiny body closer and gave her a little chuckle, playing with her fingers as she did with mine.

“I just notice that you have that scar on your wrist,” I say, more like fascinated by it. It looked like a burn, maybe from a hot cooking oil – because it looked like it came from there. I brought her wrist near to my mouth and kissed it gently; making her giggle.

“I was cooking pancakes,” knew it. “Until I realized I must’ve put a lot of oil into the pan. I don’t really cook.”

“Me neither,” I mentioned, reminiscing about the times when I had the whole kitchen fogged up because of my nasty food. No wonder Colin eats my burnt steak. “I have a feeling you’re better than me.”

“Sure, I don’t know. I know how to cook like past-based dishes.” her voice sounded profound, happy. And when I hear it, my stomach flutters with joy. I smiled down at her and pecked her head, smelling that lavender scent that she always uses. “I could cook for you if you want,” she mentioned.

“Oh yeah? Be my domestic wife or something?” I joked, I could feel her hand slapping onto my stomach which made me burst out in laughter – but not crazily, just a right amount of laughter. I didn’t mean to slip off the word wife, but I just hoped to see her blush if I did so. And boy, she was blushing; flustered if I presume.

“I can be your domestic girlfriend,” she responded, more like correcting me. I shouldn’t have said wife, it got too awkward – well only me. “I can wear that stupid apron on and have my butt naked.”

I hummed in approval and pulled her much closer; until our legs were finally tangled like we were made to do. I smiled at the idea of her being naked in front of me while cooking, bringing that wooden spoon near her mouth as she licks the sauce. God, my head is full of sexual fantasies that I could create with her.

“I’d love to see that,” I tell her with my sultry voice, bringing my face closer to hers and capturing her chapped lips – making her squeal quietly. My other hand was cupping her jaw as we both made out in harmony, like a song. We both kissed for a few minutes, almost using our tongues when we were starting to get heated. Her mouth was so warm, that I could feel my body immerse in hers. Shit, I think I’m wet. I pulled away immediately and panted, pressing my breasts against her front.

There was something inside of me that wanted to ask her something, but I couldn’t seem to know why. I looked deep at her eyes and got lost in them, again. Then, it hit me like a truck. Fuck, I wanted to be in a relationship with her. I so badly wanted to. The idea of just holding her hand or coming home to her is something I would want, something that I desperately need like my love for dogs. But she was worth more than dogs or anything else in this world, I wanted to be in a relationship with her.

“Do you want to keep doing this with me?” I asked, her mouth started to twitch. This is something I can’t take back, so I took a deep breath and asked again: “Would you like to be in a relationship with me? Like, girlfriends. You know, with what you said a while ago. We could do that, right?”

“Wouldn’t anyone notice?” her voice was now small and my heart aches at how she sounded. I pulled her closer and kissed her forehead sloppily, scratching the back of her hair gently.

“No one will,” I say, thinking about many ways to hide our secret affair. It felt thrilling, somehow. “No one has to know about us both, it’s just you and me. Okay, petal?”

She nodded and from then on, I could not stop smiling like a proud teenager. I felt happy once again, like how I used to feel back in college. It felt awful, of course. And with the thought of telling Colin it was there in my head, but I didn’t mind about it for now. I just wanted to be happy, happy with her. Just the idea of bringing her to the most private places gave me a sigh of relief, maybe we could keep it a secret for now. And eventually, after I tell Colin, I would get to show her off to my family. Maybe. I don’t know.

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After our encounter at her apartment, I started to have a relationship with her. We booked a hotel in Salt Lake City, where I’m far away from the press and the people who might know us. We both spent our first day in the city where we would hold hands, my shades are up as well as a scarf that wraps around my mouth. The wedding ring that I usually wear, it’s back at home – in a drawer where Colin wouldn’t find it. I brought her to the flower shop since she wants to have a shop in Cannes France. And even though it’s not what she was hoping for, the smile on her face says it all. She was happy, immensely. Just like how I was.

Our hotel room was filled with flowers, such as tulips. Her favorite. It has become my favorite too since she keeps drawing on it on the menu paper that we almost got scolded for drawing onto it. I felt like a young girl again who is fulfilling what they do want. And this is what I wanted, her. with me.

There’s also one thing she is passionate about: pieces of vinyl records. Boy how much she loves them. It’s almost like an obsession, just like with her flowers. She would tell me that she mostly collected all Lana Del Rey albums from the store, and I was so impressed with the dedication that she had. She would sometimes tell me that I’m such an oldie considering that I don’t understand the younger generations whenever it comes to specific references. I mean, I will try at least. For her. I didn’t care about it too much, not that because I’m being a total bitch about it. I just wanted to make her happy, and she would do the same with me. I’d let her listen to the oldest music from Fleetwood Mac while reading her my favorite books – since we also connect from there as well. God, I could not say how much we connect with everything, it’s almost insane.

“The Catcher in The Rye?” she asked, bringing the book to her chest. I shrugged my shoulders while taking another hit of my cigarette, blowing it in the midst of the cold air in our room.

“It’s a good book.”

“Should I read it?”

I nodded, smiling at her. “If you’d like to, it’s about a boy who got expelled from his school and find the true meaning of life I guess.”

“Did you drop out because of this?” she giggled, placing the book down at the marbled table while sitting on my lap once more – her hands are now at the back of my head, playing with my hair. I hummed in satisfaction and let her do whatever she wants to me, I am a complete sap for this girl. She leans and gives me a small kiss, which I pouted. “Now don’t be too greedy, baby. You just made love to me thirty minutes ago.”

“And I’d do it again,” I whispered to her lips and kissed it briefly, my hand on her lower waist to hold her from falling. “We should get ready for our dinner reservation, I think you’ll love it.”

“Is it a sushi bar again?” she asked, tilting her head cutely that I almost felt the gush of sweetness exploring all over my stomach.

“No, sweet girl. This time, it’s an Italian restaurant. Trust me, you’re gonna love it.”

We had the loveliest time at the restaurant, although we were sort of alone since I didn’t want anyone to know about Y/N. Or just us, she understood that perfectly well. I remember her telling me that she wanted to read books at the lake, which I didn’t disagree with since that’s something I’d do as well. So, we made plans while holding our hands on the table like some married couple. That’s where the guilt starts to kick in, the thought of keeping this a secret from Colin does make me have morals. But what if I told him the truth and I’d lose petal? That thought was immense in me crazily, until I didn’t even finish my pasta.

PRESENT:

“You’re living with Scarlett here and Scott has suddenly bumped into you?” said Stacy with a nonchalant voice, and I nodded. “Jesus Y/N, seems like you’re in deep shit.”

“I know.”

“Do you, though?” her voice hissed, squinting her eyes as she stirred her cup of coffee that I made for her when she arrived. Stacy was my best friend ever since college, we’ve clicked like it was as if we were made to be friends. No romantic feelings are involved. She sighs through her throat and brought the rim of her teacup to her lips, sipping the coffee.

“I mean, I didn’t even know Scott was coming.” I reasoned, which was a fact. “Plus, I also didn’t know Scarlett’s friend was his cousin.”

She let out a laugh that sounded a little sarcastic, which made me roll my eyes playfully.

“Okay so, you’re literally just stupid,” she says bluntly. “I’m pretty convinced that Scott asked to have dinner with you so that he can steal you away from Scarlett.”

I scoffed and let out a small laugh, shaking my head in disapproval.

“Not true, Stace.”

“Yes true! Like come on, you guys had an awful breakup. It was in the middle of a dance ball, that’s how sad your breakup was. I’m sure he came back because he wants to rekindle some fucking kind of friendship with you,” she says, leaning her back against the couch. Then quickly added, “You have a choice to say no. If I were you, I’d say no. I mean, Scarlett is your girlfriend. I wouldn’t even dare to have dinner with Scott.”

“It’s not just because it’s the ‘Scarlett Johansson’, Stacy. I fell in love with her because of the way she can be so real other than some actress in Hollywood.”

“That sounds passive-aggressive but you know what, I love you. Okay? Now get ready for that stupid date.”

Stacy Munson, the bitch you are, I think to myself. Scarlett was away from a movie meeting while I was at home, knowing that I have to get going to see Scott at this restaurant somewhere in Manhattan. Of course, Scarlett knows. When I first told her that I had to see Scott, she didn’t give a reaction but a kiss. I guess for me that was enough, sort of. Although when she was about to leave, I was going to give her one last kiss until my lips were hit against her cheek. She didn’t kiss me back.

To me, seeing Scott is just like seeing your old friend back in high school; very harmless. But I don’t know what his intentions are nor do I even want to know, I just want to get passed onto this date and never see him again. Because knowing Scott Adamos, he would never leave you alone once you finally hang out with him. I sighed and banged my forehead against the bathroom mirror gently, whimpering under my breath. Was this some sort of payback for sleeping with Scarlett back then? The thought was harsh, but it could not stop me from thinking that way. Maybe Scott was my punishment, and sooner or later – Scarlett leaves me. Before I could take off my shirt, I see Scarlett’s message pop up on my screen, and like quicksilver; I took my phone from the counter.

Found you some tulips. Will pick you up later after your dinner with Scott, okay? I love you, baby. Have fun.

I can’t tell whether this message was a relief or not. Given how many period dots she put in, I was sort of concerned. Either way, after all of this Scott Adamos thing, I’ll be happier with Scarlett. I do have this gut feeling that she hates him, it shows pretty transparently.

My love,

Happy 5th month, Petal. I know we can’t see each other right now, but hopefully, my letter will reach you since you won’t ever have the chance to see it. Listen, I know I haven’t been visiting. That’s because Colin’s family is here. I’ll make it up to you, baby girl. I promise I will, with loads of flowers and maybe even buy you a god damn floral shop,

I think about your face, eyes, nose, and lips all the time. The pictures that you sent me are always what I see before going to bed. God, I miss you. I miss you so much, darling. I hope you’re doing okay, I hope that you’re studying well and passing that exam that you’ve been meaning to take. Once you’re done and Colin’s family leaves, we can have a vacation in Massachusetts. You said one time you liked Emily Dickinson’s poems, well I’m taking you there. :)

I love you and I’ve never said that before.

Your Lovie,

Scarlett.

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Lovie,

I miss you so much, I haven’t seen you in three weeks. You seem very busy and I don’t even want to disturb you, I hope you’re doing alright. Anyway, I have seen Fleetwood Mac at the Record Store. I may have bought your favorite album ever, so you’re going to have to take it! :D

I also bought a stool so you can smoke there alone since you mentioned you like smoking in my house. Weird to imply but, I love you for it. And I just noticed that I may have said I love you, should I erase it? I love you, Scarlett. I love you like in a crazy way that I kind of kiss the pillow that you sleep on whenever you’re with me.

I love you.

Yours,

Petal.

thoughts on this chapter? thank you!

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[mrswidowjohansson]

NSWF Alphabet part 1*

Warnings: Smut, Fluff

A= AfterCare

After care was a must have for you and Scarlett. When you first started dating it surprised you how much you really loved and needed it. Since all the other people you dated before Scarlett never did any after care with you it was like it didn't even exist. You always had to take care of yourself. So when you started dating Scarlett you made a promise to yourself that you would always take care of Scarlett first before anything else after sex.

B= body part

Your favorite body part of Scarlett's is definitely her boobs, especially her right boob, why do you favor her right over her left boob is plain and simple OWL TATTOO on her rib cage right below her right boob. You also loved how plump her boobs were and how they would jiggle when you would thrust into her. And perky and rosey her nipples were.

Now Scarlett's favorite body part of yours is definitely your ass she loved having something to squeeze while you were riding her, she also loved slapping it even when you two weren't having sex, she would always be caught slapping your ass. Scarlett also loved your fingers not just because she loved the way they felt inside her or how she loved riding them. She loved the way they look in general, especially since you are always wearing a shit ton of rings on them.

C=cum

Her favorite way to come is riding (✂️✂️) you she loves the closeness of it, she loves the way she can feel you so perfectly.

D= destination

Her favorite place to do it is definitely anywhere in public she loves the rush she gets knowing you two can get caught.

E= everyday

Pretty self explanatory you two have sex pretty much everyday.

F= fake orgasm

She's never had to have one while being with you.

G= gentle

Scarlett doesn't like to be rough when it comes to sex. She likes things being gentle, the only time she likes it rough is if she's needy and it has to be quick. But other than that she doesn't like her sex rough.

H= hair

At first Scarlett used to keep her bush nicely trimmed as she didn't know if you liked pubic hair or not since everyone she's been with before always wanted her cleaned shaved, but after forgetting to trim one day she realized how much you loved it. And she's glad you do because it is so much work to keep it nice down there and it always itches whenever she does.

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[cjjohansson]

ive been writing a new fic recently. its a Scarlett Johansson x daughter!reader fic.

probably gonna post it on wattpad. feel like my Tumblr is dying recently. but yeah.

it you're interested im hoping to publish some chapters soon.

my wattpad is @bbwidowxc

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[xqueen-of-disasterx]

Mommy issues

Boss!Scarlett × Fem!reader

WARNINGS: Smut, Boss/Employee relationship, Pet Names, Top!Scarlett, Bottom!reader

SUMMARY: Your boss Scarlett has some special plans for the celebration of your promotion

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

Word count: 1.1 k

Authors note: Thanks for 100 follows love ya all

Masterlist

I've now worked for the outset for about three months and somehow, I still couldn't believe that I was working with the Scarlett Johansson. In the beginnings I would even stutter whenever she talked to me, which was pretty embarrassing form me, however after some time working with the movie star got more and more normal.

She made it hard for me to not blush whenever she was in a room with me. Whenever would stand behind me I could feel her hands on me, on my waist, on my shoulders or on my lower back. Or how she would gaze at me during meetings, but she would look away whenever I meet her gaze. I never said anything, to be honest I liked it.

Maybe it was all my imagination or how my friends would call it Mommy issues. But something told me that it was more than that, God it was so much more.

On that morning I had received an Email from Scarlett personally, which at first wasn't anything out of the ordinary but this one was addressed to my name asking me for a personal meeting.

To be honest I thought I had fucked something up and was about to get fired in the worse place. That was why when I arrived at her Office, I was even more nervous than I normally am. I signed not knowing how to react now. I couldn't remember any cases where I messed up? My appointment with her was at the of the day and what can I say they were torturous.

My hands were shaking as I carefully nocked at Scarlett’s door I beyond nervous I waited shortly before stepping in my boss’s office. I took a deep breath mentally preparing myself for her harsh words or punishment. However, to my surprise she just smiled at me signalling me to sit down across from her which I did.

"So, Y/N, your work lately has been nothing but perfect" suddenly all my stress had been relieved it felt like burden falling off my chest. "Was thinking about giving you the promotion for head of marketing."

I was speechless and she saw that too "I know that you are only 24 but I think it would be a great opportunity for you. I want young people like who know what they are doing in social media. So, what do you say, Y/N “.

"I'm glad you offered me this opportunity and I will gladly take it" I smile at her, and her plump lips turn into a smile too. She reached her hand out over the desk as I took and shook it and could feel how my cheeks heat up at the minor skin contact.

She abruptly stood up from her office chair going to one of her cabinets. „I think we should celebrate your promotion. So, what do you want red or white wine?" She smiled at me I was a bit taken a back. Did she do this with every of her employees? Or was I special to her?

"I'll have to drive home. I can't drink" she just smirked at me while placing two wine glasses down "Oh sweat heart, I'll drive you home if you want to. So, which one are you taking" I signed I knew that there wouldn't be away out.

"I'll take the white" She nods before opening the bottle "I knew it, you seemed like more of the sweet type" I could feel my cheeks heat up even more. Scarlett bit her lips before taking a slip from her whine.

We talked and made jokes what seemed like hours until she started making me compliments again telling me I how I would be her good girl. She knew how to get me.

"Do I make you nervous" If possible, I blushed even more I try to hide it by drinking more of the sweet alcohol "Come here sweetheart" the actress signalled me to come closer.

As I stood in front of her, but the older woman still wasn't satisfied. She put her glass down petting her lap. "Come on bunny don't be all shy now “.

I couldn't believe it I was sitting on the lap of my boss, and I was liking it. She grabbed on to my hips licking her lips "I know about your little crush on me. I can look through you like a window" Was it really that obvious? I tried to look away from her, but she grabbed my chin, pressing her lips onto mine.

I didn't pull away, no I whimpered into her lips as she broke away. I was breathing hard before diving into her again. I try to take control of the situation, but Scarlett wouldn't let me our tongues fighting for dominance.

In the end she won shoving her tongue down my throat, kneeling the flesh of my ass as I moaned out loud. "Fuck" I whimpered out feeling Scarlett’s lips on my neck, sucking, and nibbling on it.

Scarlett bit my neck making my hips buckle, she groaned on my neck before slamming me into her desk. I groaned at the harsh contact. "Do I have your consent bunny?" She asked me while unbuttoning my blouse "Yes" I cried out at the feeling of her kissing my skin again.

She finished pulling of my clothes before settling between my legs pushing them over her shoulder. She kittens licked my folds neglecting my clit. I let out increased moans making Scarlett groan too."Please Scarlett... no more... teasing" She smirked at me lashing onto my clit sucking it. I rolled my hips, but the actress held me down insisting two fingers into me. "Fuck you're so tight “.

She kept pumping her fingers curling them perfectly against my g spot. "Scarlett fuck I'm close" She smiled at me "Come for me bunny" She moved up my body holding me close as she fucked me through my high. Kissing me as I slowly came down from my high.

"That was amazing" I said as our lips parted "I liked it too" Scarlett kissed my cheek. I pulled my clothes on again. I didn't know what just happened also I didn't know what to do now.

As I tried to leave Scarlett stopped me "Where are you going?" "I'll have to catch subway you know. I don't really want to drive anymore “. She looked at me confused "No, no, I'm driving you I only had a glass of wine besides I feel pretty sober now “. That was the beginning of our live together and now I couldn't imagine on without her.

:)

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[naturesapphic]

could I maybe request Caregiver Natasha and Little fem reader who doesn’t wanna go to bed?

Bedtime Troubles

Mommy!natasha romanoff x fem!little!reader

Warnings: age regression, reader having a attitude

“Come on y/n…put up your toys. It’s time for bed.” Natasha said sternly as she’s been trying to get you to pick up your toys and go to bed. It was no use, you didn’t want to stop playing with your toys, you didn’t want to go to bed just yet.

“Nu! Nu wan to go to beds!” You whined out as you didn’t want to stop playing with your toys just yet. Natasha gave you a stern look and you hugged loudly and threw your toys back in your toy chest and angrily stomped out of the room and went into the bathroom.

You slammed it shut and locked yourself in there while your mommy was shocked at your anger y behavior. “Y/n sweetie. You know we don’t slam and lock doors. Why don’t you come out and we can talk baby.” Natasha said calmly through the door. “Nu!” You yelled out and Natasha pinched the bridge of her nose, getting frustrated.

“Come on princess. Let mommy help you. If you go ahead and come out, I won’t punish you for slamming the door and locking it.” She stated sternly. After a few moments you unlocked the door and slowly opened it, peeking your head out to see your worried but frustrated looking mommy.

You felt bad for how you acted but in your mind you had a reason to. Natasha went over and picked you up in her arms and headed towards y’all’s shared bedroom. She sat you down on the bed and kneeled in front of you, putting her hands on your knees. “Why don’t you want to go to bed little spider.” Natasha asked you softly as she gives you a loving look.

You looked down ashamed and started playing with your hands and your mommy gently takes them in hers and rubs them softly. “It’s okay babygirl. You can always talk to mommy.” She reassured you and you nodded. “I Nu like da dark…” you said quietly but Natasha heard it.

“You don’t like the dark angel?” She repeated and asked you to make sure she understood what you said. “Nu wike it…it’s scarys.” You explained and she nodded. “I understand that baby and you are in luck because I thought you may like this.” She said and you looked up at her confused until she went into the closet and a pulled out a nightlight that has your favorite cartoon show on it.

You gasped and smiled big at the sight of it. “I wuv it! Tank chu mommy!” You said happily as you run up to her and give her a big tight hug. She smiles and hugs you back just as tight. “You’re welcome love bug. Now, let’s get you tucked into bed and see how this light works.” She explained and you nodded your head exitedly.

She helped you put your pjs on and watched you brush your teeth. She then picked you up and tucked you into the bed and got your new night light and put it on the wall near your side of the bed and it shone bright on the ceiling. You gasped in amazement and continued to watch up at the ceiling.

Natasha did her own nightly routine and joined you in the bed and saw how happy and calm you were. She smiled to herself and watched you drift off to sleep, knowing that you still may be scared of the dark but at long as she was here, she would never let anything happen to you. Her little spider.

A/n: I hope you liked this anon! And I hope the rest of y’all enjoyed it too. Requests are still open for all of my characters including of course Rhea ripley/Demi Bennett. I have my own buy me a coffee page! You can give me a dollar and it will help. I also have some different commission types I will do so here's my page to look into it :) https://www.buymeacoffee.com/naturesapphic Requests are open for yeehaw!wanda, country!wanda, and any other southern variants of Wanda or Natasha! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! I love y'all!

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[swaqcenix]

༻Hidden Desire | N.Romanoff ༺

Natasha!ceo x fem!employee reader

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Parings: ceo!natasha romanoff x fem!employee, older!natasha x younger!reader (legal age gap) sort of sugar mommy!natasha x reader, dom! natasha x sub!reader

Summary: Travelling on trains can always be nerve wrecking, especially if it's to ensure your career path by starting your new job. The woman who sits next to you has you squirming in your seat, flirting endlessly out of nowhere. The trouble is, the world didn't insinuate that woman would be your so called new boss..

Warnings: 18+, smut (warnings will be added via those chapters), angst, fluff, self-hatred, power play, legal age gap, employee x boss trope, slight manipulation, slightly dark!natasha if you squint

AN: I'm having a blast writing this and I hope you're all going to enjoy it as much as I am writing it! <3

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⇾ chapter 1: Diesel is Desire

⇾ chapter 2: Wine-stained dresses

⇾ chapter 3: Office hours

⇾ chapter 4: Tossing out blame

⇾ chapter 5: Bitter burning love

⇾ chapter 6: Touches of ignition

⇾ chapter 7: Permanent marked skin

⇾ chapter 8: Moonlight hours

⇾ chapter 9: Mirrorball

⇾ chapter 10: Polaroid of us

⇾ chapter 11: Reckless and treacherous

⇾ chapter 12: Foggy haze

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[communicationthroughlyrics]

I Like Your Blood On My Teeth Just A Little Too Much - 1

You're a former military, career oriented security executive who has made quite the living for yourself- but it has always been lacking. Your non-committal attitude has led you down a playgirl lifestyle, never really settling. What happens when your new boss throws you a curveball, and as a result? You end up hopelessly involved with a Hollywood starlet.

Here it is, the first story. Chapter numero uno. No smutty stuff yet, but it'll be incoming. If y'all like it, I'll keep posting. It will be a series. A long one, the plot needs to thicken. Bonus points if you can tell where the lyrics are from XD

3K Word Count

Chapter One- Are You At One, Or Do You Lie?

You stood on a patio, gripping your fresh mug of coffee as you gazed out towards the vast landscape that lay to the front of you. Sleep had eluded you all night, and when the decision had finally been made that you weren’t going to receive a restful slumber- you groggily made your way to the kitchen of mountain home for a source of fuel. Bundled in your favorite zip up hoodie and some fleece lined sweatpants, you made a strong cup of coffee and slowly made your way to the best part of the home (at least, to you).

This place you called home was far from most’s idea of humble and conservative, but to you it was a dream, and it was the perfect place to escape your tiny city apartment. Those who you trusted enough to bring here, upon their first visit could not believe that the slummy 600 sqft. apartment you slept in within city limits belonged to the same person who owned this chateau. It was easily ten times the size, housed your selection of transport handily- and allowed you to tinker and build to your hearts desire- in your free time. 

Free time was a concept that had eluded you the past 8 months. This was the first time you had been able to escape the demanding requests of what allowed you such luxuries- your job that you had once loved. It allowed you to live this lifestyle of multiple residences, cars of your dreams, and a comfortable living since your early graduation from college, and you couldn’t help but feel a sense of gratitude for that. Of late, the very job you swore you owed your happiness and gratitude for had completely drained you of all satisfaction you once held. The switch to a new management company and new bosses has made your life a living hell, and you were simply exhausted. You had spent the last year helping to roll everything over for this new ownership group, working tirelessly and many times staying at your corner office in a posh downtown Los Angeles high-rise, sleeping on the sofa that sat across desk.

Being a high ranking executive officer for a government-trusted security firm, you saw everything. The early exit from college sent you straight to the military- quickly earning the respect of all around you, and you worked the ranks within your 6 years in the US Army as fast as anyone ever had- particularly for a woman. Holding the title of a three star general was sheer insanity, with which no one thought it was a possibility to obtain a rank that high, that quickly- not without the drama and rumors, at least. That is what made you discharge with honors, quickly accepting your current position as the Chief Executive to Internal Affairs, which was a fancy way of saying you were in charge of the clean-up. You handled all internal affairs, information leaks, and other messes that someone’s lackadaisical attitude or poor judgment had created. You were also a secret weapon, of sorts. Many mistook your title as one where your hands never got dirty, you would have someone handle your “dirty work”. Oh, the fact that you handled it personally messed with many of the poor soul’s minds with whom you had to scour their mistakes and tie up any loose ends. 

You were leaning up against one of the main support logs with your steaming cup, a timber that held the weight of a massive roofline, shielding your best mountain view from too much weather. The only lights on were the under cabinet lights in your kitchen, which was 30 or so feet behind you, behind a wall of glass that you demanded the house be built around. You had all but built the majority of the house yourself, the lack of control was too much- only contracting out the major structural aspects and work that was too involved for you to do alone. You had also purchased a fair amount of land surrounding your escape, to the tune of a few thousand acres. You wanted to ensure the utmost in privacy, and also security. Your career ensured that you made more than a lifetimes worth of enemies, as you more often than not cost them their jobs, at least.

Sometimes you cost people all but their lives, but made them wish you had just taken that instead. To this you had long since steeled your emotions to this, as it was a part of the business. The land included a large lake- so even on frigid night like tonight, you found solace in coming outside with something to warm your hands, while gazing at the reflection of the mountains and the nighttime sky reflecting in its calm waters, your boat barely moving against its dock. As you found yourself becoming more and more entranced by the view in front of you, the ever so slightly lightening of the sky before you and the vibration of the watch on your wrist told you that you needed to try and get at lest a few hours sleep, so you begrudgingly turned around, and placed the half empty mug of coffee in the sink, before slinking over to your sofa and flinging your exhausted form onto it, and turning into its back for a nap. Today was going to be a big day, so you needed some rest. 

Your eyes opened right before your alarm went off on your cell phone, and you slowly sat up and groaned, muttering a “fuck” to yourself before standing up and stretching your sore body. You shuffled off to the master suite upstairs, quickly discarding the hoodie and sweatpants before walking into the shower to fire up its multitude of jets and shower heads with steaming water. You desperately needed to rinse off the lack of restful sleep and freshen up for your day.  You grabbed a fresh towel from the linen cabinet that towered next to your side of the sprawling double vanity. The combination of wood and stone always calmed you- and it was evident in how this home was designed.

The shower you stepped inside of appeared as thought it had been cut out of a mountainside- with stone ledges holding all of your favorite soaps, shampoos and conditioners, and made you feel like you were showering in a waterfall. As the water cascaded and massaged at your aching form, you grabbed onto your soap of choice for the day, and lathered it all over your tattooed, chiseled body. Your parents had never been happy with your decision to tattoo the majority of your body, particularly the back of your neck. That had been the final straw of disappointment from you- they haven’t spoken to you since. Your childhood was highly conservative, as your dad was a southern, religious and military man himself, and your mom was the epitome of a housewife. She would bend to his opinion and will, as though she had no say of her own. While you deeply loved your mother,  you could not stand to see how her opinions and values disappeared over time- being taken over by your strict fathers.

It’s not that you really mind that they cut you out- as you had always longed for your own sense of being, and hated living in your fathers shadow. The tattoos were at first seen as “acting out”, but they quickly realized that it went further than that, and you weren’t going to hear any of their disapproval regarding what you did with your body. The short hair dyed in any and every color, piercings that came and went, and ink were your way of displaying your current state. As you turned around to shut off the water, you reached out of the veil of steam that was flowing around the shower, and grabbed the towel hung on a convenient rack just on the outside of the showers walls, made to look like dead wood. You peered over at the large mirror, slicking back the dark brown and blonde streaked hair, leaning on the counter to truly see how exhausted you look. “You look like hell, Y/L/N.” You say to yourself in the mirror, before carrying on with your morning routine. 

Opting for a navy blue pinstripe suit, with a black button up, you mussed your hair in the mirror, giving it your signature tousled look, before turning to weave the brown belt through the loops around your trim waist. You grabbed the matching pair of brown shoes out of your walk in closet, and slipped them onto your feet before turning and looking at your appearance in the mirror. You had always been an athletic kid, and the myriad of sports you were involved in growing up allowed you the luxury of a muscular build on your tall frame. You weren’t insanely tall, average for your family, but taller than most.  You looked down as your watch vibrated on your wrist, reminding you that you needed to leave soon- otherwise your commute to work would take you past your typical start time, which was not the impression you wanted to set for the new bosses. You quickly spun around on the hardwood floor, grabbing your cologne from the wooden shelf, and spraying it onto your pulse point and wrists before grabbing the keys hanging below and making your way out of the bedroom and towards the other wing of your house- where all your toys were kept. 

Typically you wouldn’t escape unless you had at least a few days to spend here, as this was seriously out of your way for a commute to work. But you needed the respite. Work had been abnormally stressful for you, as you were planning for a massive undertaking at work- a new security project that required the best of the best- so you were “volunteered” to be the only person for this mystery operation. You arrived in the warehouse of vehicles that were varying degrees of extravagance- from classic cars to modern exotics, you had your bases covered. You walked past them all, climbing a spiral staircase the the opposite end of the garage, and opening a hefty steel door and walking out to your helicopter. Your days in the military afforded you many things- a pilots license being one of them. You quickly climbed inside, placing the headset hanging from the ceiling next to you onto your head, and grabbing the aviator sunglasses on the seat next to you before switching all the necessary toggles and firing up the machine. You announced your presence to the nearby air traffic control tower- located in the neighboring city, before gently pulling the joystick between your legs and slowly raising the vehicle off of the ground, and up towards the city. The two hour flight to work would be plenty of time for you to get your mind into work mode.

You swiftly landed the helicopter on the rooftop of your workplace, only to be greeted by your new boss, as well as your assistant, Kris, waiting for you a safe distance off of the helipad. You hopped out of the copter, re-buttoning the top buttons of your pinstripe blazer, and walking towards the pair. Kris gently smiled your way, handing you a large cup of coffee, for which you were thankful. You nodded her way, raising your eyebrows so they could just be seen above your glasses as you too a sip of the liquid, then letting out a long sigh after swallowing the drink. 

“Thank you.” You spoke quietly, and turned to your direct supervisor to shake his hand. 

“Y/L/N. Good Morning, we have a lot to do today. I hope you are prepped and ready.” He lifted his head slightly, as he tried to make it like he was taller, so he could look down towards you. 

“Yessir. I’ve been prepared for the last two months, sir.” You replied curtly as he turned and stalked back to the doorway that would descend back down to the executive level of the office. 

“You look like shit, Y/N…” Kris whispered to you as you both walked behind your boss, a slight look of worry on her face. She had been one of the first people you met after you discharged from the military, and moved to Los Angeles. You had actually gotten her this job as your new assistant as she was one of the few you knew you could trust, and your former assistant had kept trying your patience and trust. She was dressed up more than usual, wearing a tight black pencil skirt, that fell just below her knees. It was slightly split up the back, and allowed you the slightest view of her toned thighs. She wore a dark green blouse, and her blonde hair was wrapped up in a bun, with her black glasses framing her piercingly grey eyes. That was the first thing you had noticed about the woman when you first met- how her eyes seemed to be so colorless, yet full of emotion. You both had tried the whole relationship thing- but with your lack of comfort within yourself to fully admit you were gay, and years of pretending you weren’t, being in the military and with your conservative parents- you had both decided that you couldn’t be together, but were mature enough to recognize that you both were good friends, and wouldn’t let the failed attempt ruin your friendship. But, the brief glimpse beyond your hardened, tattooed exterior allowed her to read you like a fucking book. And you hated it. 

“Thanks, Sherlock.” You smirked over your coffee cup, as you approached the elevator to take you down towards your office. 

“You’re working too much.” She stated flatly. 

“No, I’m only doing what is necessary.” You state, and she rolls her eyes as you peel the glasses off your face, setting them on top of your hair. You briefly glance her direction to notice she rolls her eyes at you before the doors ding open, leading you towards a long marble lined hallway flanked by frosted glass doors and windows. You both walked towards the door that led you to your office.

“You never fly to McCall unless you can stay for a period of time. You flew there to stay the night? That’s not like you.” She was walking in front of you to be able to open the door before you approached it. 

“Yeah, so? It’s my house. I can go if I want. What made you so sure I went there in the first place?” You asked pointedly, not meaning to come out that rude as you crossed the threshold to your office. 

“Your car was still in the parking garage when I left last night. I came back up to check on you, but you were gone. I went upstairs and the heli was gone.” She narrowed her eyes in your direction. She always warned you not to burn the candle at both ends, but you did it anyways. 

“You don’t need to check on me. I’m a grown ass woman, I will do what I need to for my job.”

“Y/N, this isn’t about work. You need to take care of you.” She spits back pointedly, before spinning on her heels and walking back out the door towards her office next door. You sighed, rubbing your hands on your face, before removing the blazer adorning your shoulders, and unbuttoning the cuffs to your black dress shirt, allowing you to slightly roll up the sleeves to show some of your inked skin. The holster you wore on your hip that housed your work pistol came off, to be sat next to your on your desk. You sat rather heavily into your large leather chair, taking a deep breath and opening your laptop to begin checking your emails.

You scrolled through every email, skimming them over, deleting the unnecessary ones, forwarding ones to Kris that she could handle, and finally your eyes fell upon the email you knew was coming. There was an attachment that was rather large, and you had to print it off before slipping it into a file and making your way towards the board room two floors down. You heard Kris’s door open as you opted to go down the stairs instead, and opened the door to lead you down towards your next assignment. You took the opportunity to glance at the file as you swiftly descended the stairs, and right as you approached the door to the correct floor, it opened up- causing your eyes to dart up and be met with a discontent gaze of your best friend. You blankly stared back as you walked by her, and made your way to the board room. 

“Did you read any of that file yet?” She asked, shuffling a little bit quicker to catch up with you.

“Some of it, yes. Why are the names redacted? I have the highest security clearance of anyone here.” You turned to your assistant, who shrugged her shoulders, narrowing her eyes as she reached for the folder, to open the pages and confirm what you had already stated. You approached the door to the boardroom, the occupants of the room were obscured by heavily frosted glass, but you could hear a faint conversation. Kris shrugged, not knowing why, and stepped around you, to grab the door and hold it open for you. As you step inside the room, your eyes glance from person to person, astutely taking in their demeanors as your gaze bounces from person to person. First, your bosses, who were starting at you expectantly, and then to the people in the room you had no clue of- except one. 

“Are you ready to start, Y/L/N?” The owner of your company asked.  Your eyes remained locked onto the blonde bombshell sitting at the far end of the table, surrounded by people you assume are her assistants.  You sit down at the opposite end of the table, without breaking eye contact.

“I thought we were a government military contractor, not some for-hire security outfit.” You state coldly as you sat next to your boss.  He glared back at you, giving you the impression that this was not the time. 

“We’re not for hire. But when someone asks for the best, they ask for us- more specifically, you, Y/L/N.” He quipped back. “And I shouldn’t have to remind you, that in this business- money talks. Back to business,” He says pointedly in your direction, earning a smirk from both blondes in your presence.

(CHAPTER 2)

A/N: Nothing like making your boss call you out in a meeting, amiright? Let me know what you think!

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“Is it obvious..?”  ”Bless you… Bless you! Are you okay- bless you again!”“Are these flowers bothering you?” With Scarlett at a premier or something?

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〚 Notes - Oops, I was meant to post this yesterday but I got a migraine and curled in bed instead :p sorry about that! Also this request is sooo overdue, sorry for the wait anon! :) 〛

〚 Pairing - Scarlett x Reader 〛

〚 Summary - Flower allergies at a very floral premiere, what could go wrong? 〛

〚 Wordcount - 720 〛

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Walking down the red carpet was fun. The first few times Scarlett had taken you down you were a nervous wreck, constantly worrying about looking perfect for the critical public eye but the more you attended, the more you relaxed, and you soon began to be able to focus more on the event itself and enjoy your time there. 

This was no different. The pair of you had been invited to attend the premiere of Scarlett’s latest movie and not only was the premiere being hosted in a gorgeous Italian city but the carpet itself was stunning. Rows of thick, luxurious flowers lined the panels and beautiful boutiques were displayed throughout the entire event. 

Flowers had an important role in the film, so it made sense for them to be the focal point of the carpet. However, you just wished you’d thought a little more deeply about it before heading off to walk down the carpet. 

“Ready, my love?” Scarlett had asked, clutching your hand as the two of you stepped onto the silky red floor. 

You nodded, readying yourself for the onslaught of cameras and questions, “As I’ll ever be.” 

As the pair of you stepped onto the carpet, the flashes of cameras blinded you momentarily. You smiled and waved at the cheering crowd, trying to exude confidence and poise. Scarlett looked stunning as always, gracefully moving alongside you, but you couldn't help but notice a subtle change in her demeanour. Her smile seemed a bit strained, and she was constantly rubbing her nose. 

After a few steps, Scarlett sniffled and let out a soft sneeze, trying to stifle it discreetly. You glanced at her with concern, and she managed a weak smile. "Is it obvious...?" she whispered; her voice tinged with embarrassment. 

"Bless you... Bless you! Are you okay—bless you again!" The reporters and photographers nearby started to take notice of Scarlett's sneezing fit. They weren't used to seeing her like this on the red carpet, and a flurry of questions followed. "Are these flowers bothering you?" one reporter asked, pointing towards the thick floral arrangements lining the carpet. 

You knew Scarlett had never mentioned any allergies before, but it was clear that the beautiful flowers were causing her discomfort. "Yes, I think she might be allergic," you replied, gently patting Scarlett's back as she tried to regain her composure. 

"I'm so sorry," the event organiser said, coming over to you both with concern. "We had no idea. We can move you both inside if you'd like." 

Scarlett managed another smile, though her eyes were a bit watery. "No, it's okay. We'll just walk through quickly," she said, not wanting to make a scene or disrupt the premiere's arrangements. 

You continued walking, with Scarlett trying to maintain her grace while fighting off the sneezes and sniffles. The photographers were still snapping away, capturing every moment of the unexpected drama on the red carpet. Despite the situation, you couldn't help but admire Scarlett's professionalism and her dedication to the event. 

Finally reaching the end of the carpet, Scarlett let out a relieved sigh. "I made it," she said with a hint of humour, though her eyes were still a bit teary. 

"You did amazing," you assured her, giving her a gentle hug. "But let's find a place with fresh air. I don't want you to suffer through the rest of the event." 

Together, you moved away from the flowers and found a more open area with a view of the stunning Italian city. Scarlett's sneezing subsided, and she took a deep breath, appreciating the relief. 

"I should have warned them about my allergies," Scarlett said, chuckling softly. "But you know what? It was still worth it. This premiere is special, and I'm so glad you're here with me." 

"I wouldn't have missed it for the world," you replied, smiling warmly. "Let's focus on enjoying the rest of the event without any other distractions." 

And so, hand in hand, you both ventured into the premiere, leaving behind the flower-filled red carpet. The movie was a masterpiece, and the audience's applause filled the air with enthusiasm and admiration. As you settled into your seats, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the experiences you shared with Scarlett, both the glamorous and the unexpected, knowing that every moment was precious and unforgettable. 

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