#Scalett Johansson

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Wattpad - SJ

Summary: You work with Scarlett, currently filming black widow movie sequel, she found something pretty interesting in your phone.

Scarlett Johansson ! Natasha x Reader

Smut, age gap (legal r), dirty talk, praise and degrading kink, roleplay, choking (s to r), spanking (s to r), slapping (s to r), strap on (r receiving), vibrator (r receiving), orgasm denial, squirting, overstimulation, begging, restrictions used, dumbification.

Words Count: 4100+

Wattpad Masterlist Scalett Johansson's Masterlist

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You spend all day filming on the streets, one scene of you and Natasha riding the city on her motorcycle scaping from Antonia, Dreykov's daughter, she was still controlled by some widow, the antidote didn't effect her.

So all day hugging and touching Scarlett leave you a little frustrated, you two become inseparable since day one so Scarlett tend to be a little handsy with you, what she didn't know is that you have a crush on her.

Since very young age, you imagined all kind of things with her, reading wattpad since fourteen wasn't pretty good, but well, it gave you a lot of comfort since you never thought you could ever meet her.

and now, at twenty two you were working with her and being her friend, but you never left the habit of your wattpad lectures.

Pretty tired you went to your trailer to take a nap before going home, Scar had to film another scene so that give you time since she was taking you to your apartment, which was on her way  home.

You change your clothes into a comfy ones and lay in the bed you had there, you spent ten minutes looking at the ceiling because you couldn't sleep, you were frustrated from all day.

So, what's better than read one of your favorites fanfics about the women who left you like that. You grabbed your phone, opened Wattpad and searched for abditory in your library.

Choosing was not hard, you loved all the chapters so you just pick one about Natasha and began to read.

A few more chapters full smut you closed your eyes and fell asleep, dreaming on all of what you read minutes before.

Scarlett finished the scenes at perfection, going directly to your trailer to pick you up. She knocked twice but you didn't respond, luckily you gave her a spare key for her just in case.

She entered slowly at seeing you sleep so peacefully, she walked to you to wake you up, finding your phone unlocked with a huge text on it.

She almost freak out because two days ago you have a little crisis because of an article that said you shouldn't be in that movie, that you weren't good enough to act with her and that kind of bullshit.

So she grabbed it to read what was on the screen, just to found out the dirtiest words about her, widening her eyes and parting her lips to let out a gasp, she sat on the side on your bed, reading all you had read.

She was in shock, she never thought you could like her in that way, but knowing that, she planned something that had been on her mind since the day she met you.

"Baby, get up, we need to go." she closed the app and left the phone on your hand again to wake you up.

"No, I want to sleep." you groan with raspy voice, making her bit her lip.

"Come on, I have something waiting for you." you turned your head to slowly open your eyes to find her smiling at you.

"What, tell me." she caressed your cheek, resting her hand on your face.

"You have to see it, so let's go, baby," she stood up, offering her hand to you, which you take it happily.

You grabbed your bag with your things to go off the trailer, but Scar told you to wait for her in her car, giving you the keys as she went to look something in her trailer.

The artic momkeys were resounding in your ears, with your phone connected to the radio, singing and vibing with the rhythm, waiting for Scarlett.

She entered the car ten minutes later, starting to drive instantly, singing with you on the way, but you didn't realize she missed your apartment.

So inversed in the music you just come back to reality when she parks in fron of her house.

"Wait, what are we doing here?" she put her hand on your thigh, giving you a little squeeze.

"I told you I have something for you." she got out of the car, you did the same, following to the front door.

"Rose isn't here?" you asked her after hearing nothing but silence in the house.

"Nope, week with her father." she said as she walked to the kitchen, "You want something to drink, honey?" she shout from there.

"Beer please!" you sat on the couch, nervous and still frustrated, praying the alcohol blow it away.

She came with two bottles, sitting next to you as she placed the drinks on the coffee table, grabbing the control of the speaker to play some music, the playlist that we listened on our ride.

You took the bottle, the cold liquid soothing your throat, Scarlett mirrored you, taking a sip of her beer.

"So, what's that you need to show me?" she put her hand on your thigh again, leaning closer to you until your legs were touching.

"Let's drink this first." She knew you were nervous and she was too, but she masked it perfectly.

After a couple of songs and two empty bottles, Scarlett told you to go upstairs to her bedroom and wait for her, that she needed to show you a new clothe.

Obediently you went to her bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed, impatiently to know what she had between hands. In the wait, your mind took you to your ride on the motorcycle with her today.

How you had to hug her to not fall, her hair brushing your nose, smelling the coconut on it, how hot she looked on Nat's clothes, the black jeans and the leather jacket, the white suit oh god, that was the best one.

You were so busy daydreaming that you didn't hear the footsteps in the stairs, just to find out Scarlett passing the door with her black widow suit, it was right to say that your jaw dropped.

She looked incredibly hot, the black suit looked so perfect on her hourglass body, with the zipper a little more down than the movie had your gaze glued to it.

She walked slowly towards you, leaning over with her hands on each of your knees for support, her face just centimeters apart than yours, making you gulp.

"What do you say?" her husky voice crashed you.

"I- I you, you look good." you babbled.

"Just good?" she smirked at you as she tilted her head.

"No! I mean, y-you look really good." you felt the heat on your cheeks.

"Mhm and here I thought you were gonna find me hot." she stood up again, walking to close the door.

You rubbed your thighs together, nervously because of her behavior.

"You know, you look so pretty when you're nervous," she was in front of you again, her eyes going darker as you met her lustful gaze.

"I.." you didn't even know what to say.

"Can you give me your phone for a moment?" she put her hand in front of you waiting, you grabbed your phone from your pocket and handled to her, "password."

"1984" you said.

"Mm, let's see, I need to look for," she was scrolling through the apps until her face light up orange and you knew you were screwed.

"What did you open?" your voice came out in a shaky tone.

"Oh, here it is," she said ignoring your question, "you know I've never thought you were the kind of person that's into this, but you prove me wrong."

You gulped hard, feeling your heart beating fast at every second that pass. You were about to get up but her hand stopped you, sitting you again on the bed.

"Uh uh, stay sit pretty on the bed." she kept scrolling until she found what she was looking for, "ha, here it is." you shut your eyes close, not knowing what is going to happen.

But the next you feel is tight grip on your neck, taking you by surprise stealing you a dry moan.

"Scar, what the fuck." you grabbed her wrist but she was stronger that you.

"Oh, now you don't like it?" she tilted her head.

"What do you mean?"

"If you read it, how can you not like it?" your eyes widened, trying to think in a possible way of how did she found out.

"I- I"

"Don't even try to excuse you, I read everything, baby, I know what you want now," her lips were hovering yours, her hot breath crashing you, "that's why I prepared all this for you, she looked down to her suit.

"Sorry." you closed your eyes again, unable to look at her.

"Don't be, this just helped me to realize," she lean over, leaving a wet kiss on your neck, "that you are just for me."

She helped you to stood on your feet, grabbing the hem of your tshirt to take it off, leaving you in a lace bra that didn't last to much long, since she unclipped skillfully with one hand and threw it away.

You couldn't even move, you were too focus on not pass out right there.

Scarlett kneel in front of you, grabbing your pants, running her hands on your thighs while taking it off, leaving you just in lace black pantie.

"So beautiful." she whispered before leave a kiss on your lower abdomen.

"Scar, what are you doing"

"Nothing you didn't read, sweetheart." she got up, sitting you again on the bed, pushing you to the mattress until you were all lay on her bed.

"Aren't you mad?" she crawled on top of you, on of her legs between yours, her hands each side of your head.

"Quite opposite, I've waiting to have you since the day I met you," she began to kiss your neck, "touch you, kiss you, make you feel good." you gasped at her words.

You squirm under her as she suck on your pulse point, little whimpers leaving your lips. Scarlett pressed her knee to your cunt.

"So wet already," the kisses went up, tracing your jaw to your earlobe "I didn't even touch you"

"Please," you begged her.

"I know what do you need, baby." her hand trace your body, running over the inside of your thigh, nails scrapping your skin, burning you at the touch.

"Please, Scar,"

"Uh uh, you're not gonna call me that," she smirked again and that's when you understood why she was wearing the suit.

"You want me to call y-you Nat?" you whispered fearing that was not that.

"Mhm, weren't you reading a Nat smut today?"

you nodded slowly, you must have fallen sleep with your phone unlocked, regretting it but at the same time no.

"Do you remember what happened in the chapter?" you nodded again, "Good, because I do too." she grabbed your hands to put them on top of your head, "leave them there or I'll have to punish you." you let out a moan, knowing in the chapter you did get a punishment.

"Oh god." you breath out as she began to run her tongue from your neck to your breast.

"No noises." she suck your already hard nipple while squeezing and pinching the other one, trying your best to keep quiet, but when she bitted it you couldn't help but groan.

She let it passed and kept sucking on your breast until your hand went down to her hair, pushing her closer, she quickly grabbed your writs and manhandle you to lay on your stomach.

"Fuck,"

"What did I say to you?" her hand crashed to your ass, making you whimper, "looks like you want punishment after all." you didn't respond and another spank resound on the room.

Her hand was tracing over your ass while the other kept your wrist over your head. Pleasure runs through your body, the pain deliciously traveling like a wave of wetness to your cunt.

"You're so perfect, do you like this too much, don't you?" you nodded, groaning at the sore sensation of the spank, "such a perfect little slut for me, letting me spank you as you deserve." Scarlett husks as her hand crash again to your ass.

The knot on your stomach already forming, your thighs rubbing themselves in look for some friction. You turned your head to look at her, your arousal growing just from seeing her with her suit.

"Like what you see, detka?" her character's accent resound in your ears, gasping at her words.

"Yes," you breath out.

"Yes, what?" she spanked you again.

"Yes, I do," you knew what she wanted to hear but you didn't want to give her the satisfaction.

"Don't make me let your ass covered in bruises, detka." she let go your wrist to grab your neck, making pressure almost cutting the air.

"Yes, Nat." you moaned dryly, feeling so good to say it.

"Good girl." you moved your hips, but she quickly put you back in place by her palm slapping your cheek. "mhm not that good." 

Tears off pleasure forming on the corner of your eyes. She let go her grip, hooking her fingers on each side of your panties, taking them down your legs, goosebumps appearing on your skin at her touch.

"God, you're dripping, I wish you could see yourself." she was caressing your sore cheeks "bare ass spanked red with my hand prints, so pretty."

"Please, do something," you cried out, bouncing your ass to her.

"You took it so good, I think you deserve a reward, don't you, baby?" you nodded eagerly.

She kneeled you with your back to the headboard, mirroring and kneeling in front of you, one of her hands went to the back of your neck, pulling you into a kiss.

Moaning in it, her tongue was inside on your mouth, kissing you roughly she swallows your moans.

Her other hand was running over your body, place it now on your inner tighs, you spread your legs wide feeling the smirk on her face.

Breaking the kiss because of the lack of air you couldn't resist but pulling her again to you, claiming her lips again in a passionate kiss.

Her index finger run the lenght of your dripping core, making you shiver as she gathered your wetness, to then rub your clit with low pressure, your hips bucking down.

Suddenly two fingers were inside you, thrusting hard into you.

"You like that?" Scarlett whispered, the rasp on her voice made you shiver.

"Fuck, yes." you were rolling your hips against her hand, the moans scaping your lips becoming louder.

The heat on your lower abdomen was becoming unbearable, the knot pressing on each thrust as she curled her fingers inside, touching all your weak spots.

"That's it, detka, keep moving," your clit was rubbing with the palm of her hand, her lips went to lick your neck, leaving marks on it.

"I'm gonna cum N-" you doubt for a second, but after a hard thrust you cried out her name, "Fuck Nat."

"Cum for me," A loud moan tempted to scape but her lips crashed yours, muffling every sound that rolled out your tongue, "the first one."

She helped you lay down on the bed, tying your hands with, you don't know with what, to the headboard, leaving then on the top of your head.

Scarlett lean over to her nightstand, and from your position you couldn't see what she took out, but a buzzing resound in your ears, knowing what it was going to happen.

Slow vibrations pressed your clit, making you rock your hips back to it, cursing at the sensstion, the vibrator running between your folds to stop again on your clit.

"Such a greedy pussy you have, huh" Scarlett was smirking at you, looking how desperate for her touch you were, trying to get more friction as you kept rocking your hips down.

"More, please," you breath out, she up the speed two times, making you squeeze your thighs trapping her hand between them.

"Spread your legs, I want you wide open for me, detka." you did as she told you, spreading your legs as much as you could.

The warm feeling on your stomach appeared again, more intense this time. Little tears rolled down your cheeks, feeling overwhelmed by the vibrations.

"I know you're close," you didn't notice that you were moaning loudly.

"Please, let me," she nodded at you, cumming with your eyes shut and bitting your lip, trying to keep the moans back in your throat.

"Two," the vibrator buzzed turned off, leaving it to your side as you still were trying to recover, panting for air, "such a good girl."

Scarlett lean over to kiss you softly, you shudder at the feeling of her finger brushing your inner thighs, making your best to not squeeze them.

You lazily responded to the kiss, but quickly keep her pace.

"Stay here, detka, don't move while I'm away." you hum as you see her get up and go to the bathroom. Sounds of her searching came frome there, you tried to take a look but again, because of your position you couldn't see anything. "close your eyes,"

You sigh annoyed but still obey her, closing your eyes hearing the footsteps closer, your body tense in anticipation, feeling a weight to your feet as she crawled over you.

"Open." she mumble, you gasp as your eyes widen, your eyes falling to the red strap attached to her hips, still on her suit you felt a wave of wetness rush you.

"Fuck," you breath out, your gaze goes again to her face, her lustful eyes running your naked body.

Scarlett leans over you, spreading your legs apart with hers, giving you a wet kiss you gasp as the toy touches your clit, not able to kiss her anymore.

She leans back a little, moving her hips to the toy to rub on your core. Smirking and looking every reaction of yours you groan in annoyance.

"Stop teasing," her hand grabs your neck again, moaning at the tight grip.

"Look at me," you met her eyes, dark green blown pupils, shiny with lust and desire "good girl, keep them open, I want to see you when I fuck you."

Her other hand went to the base of the toy, passing it between your folds, soaking it with your wetness to then push slowly inside you.

You gasp at the new sensation, trying your bes to maintaining eye contact with her, your jaw tighten as she thrust the entire length. Smirking at the expressions of your face she takes out almost all of the toy to push again harder.

"Fuck, Nat," your hands went into fists, grabbing the pillow behind your head.

She began to build her pace, fast and hard, making you closed your thighs to her body, feeling the end of the toy rubbing your clit.

"You have no idea how many times I thought of fucking you like this," you closed your eyes shut, but a slap on your face bring you back to reality "I said look at me."

Her husky voice dripping authority as much as you were dripping onto her sheets.

The toy stretching you perfectly as your walls clenched around it, whimpers and little moans rolling out your tongue.

"Fuck, you look so fucking good, detka," your mind was going fuzzy, so overwhelmed, you couldn't even think straight, each thrust bringing you closer to your orgasm.

"Please, please," you whiper at her, your wrists sore because of how much you were pulling your hands.

"Beg for it," she began to push harder inside you, your slick resounding on each thrust.

"Please, let me cum, Nat, please!" the last drop of dignity leaving your body as you begged her.

You couldn't hold it anymore, the heat was burning you from inside, crying again at the pleasure, Scarlett lean over to your ear, sucking on your earlobe to whisper.

"Cum all over my strap, make a mess on it." you couldn't resist anymore, exploding in a hard orgasm, wave of wetness coming out, squirting and soaking the toy.

She didn't pull it out, she untied your wrists with one hand to lift you up with toy still inside. Her arms behind your thighs as she pressed your back to the wall.

Not even a few seconds to rest, she began to thrust you again, the toy going deeper in you this time. You had to wrap your arms behind her neck to support, digging your nails on her hair, hearing her groan.

The wetness of your cum make it easier to move inside you, pounding harder and faster making you a moaning mess.

Your head fell back, hitting the wall, "N.. pl-"

"Such a pathetic little girl, can't even talk properly while I'm fucking you." she chucked at you.

"please" that's the only word that came out of your mouth, following by loud moans.

"You want to cum, slut?" she managed to grab your neck, pressing your whole body to the wall, impressed by her strength.

You nodded faster, her finger pressing the sides of your neck cutting off the air, she lean her face to bite your lip, salty taste of your tears.

Suddenly she pulled it out of you, throwing you to the bed, your body pressed flat onto the mattress as she grabbed your hips, lifting your ass on the air quickly pounding into you again.

Your walls clenching around the strap each thrust, on of her hands went to your head, tugging your hair in a ponytail lifting you up.

She close her face to your side, sucking your neck and groaning at your skin.

"Sluts don't get to cum." she throw your head back to the sheets, leaning back to spank you.

"Fuck, please! I can't anymore!" you cried out, feeling so overwhelmed.

Another spank crashed on your skin, a rough moan from the back of your throat.

"Isn't it that what you wanted, mhm, is all in that chapter." the sound of your bodies crashing at each thrust echoing in the room.

"Yes, but-" her hand slapped you again.

"No buts, you'll take what I give you or I'll stop." you buried your face to the sheets, couldn't forming a proper thought.

Your legs began to shake uncontrollably, your hands into fists digging your nails on your palms, your back arching as you rock your hips back to her.

You were so overwhelmed but wanted more, you didn't understand why but you needed more.

"More!" that's the only you could think at this point.

"Such a needy slut you are, Y/N," she down her hand  to your front, stopping between your legs to rub your clit.

"Oh fuck!" it was hard to breath now, the feeling of passing out as the pressure on your lower abdomen can't be hold anymore, "Please, Nat, please!"

"Cum, baby." you couldn't resist anymore, cumming and squirting all her suit, moaning loudly as your orgasm washed you over, "god, you're so pretty when you cum." she praised you.

Scarlett helped you to ride your high, pounding slowly inside you until you couldn't take it anymore, pulling out of you, feeling empty without her toy inside.

You rolled over, laying on your back, your legs still shaking, your eyes close shut, lips parted trying to catch your breath.

You felt a pair of hands on your hips, pulling you over the edge of the bed, lazily you lift your head just to see Scarlett kneeled in fron of you, her face coming closer to your dripping cunt.

Her warm tongue swirl on your sensitive clit, licking you clean, running through your folds, gathering alm your cum.

"You taste so good, detka," she purred on your cunt, sending vibrations through your whole body, your next orgasm already building up.

Your hands went directly to her hair, pulling her closer, making her nose rub to your clit.

"Oh fuck, I'm so close." you bite your lip, tryin to muffle your moans, falling incredibly as Scarlett thrust her tongue inside you.

It took just a few more licks for you to cum, squeezing your thighs around her head, feeling her groan.

Your legs fell to the sides as she stood up, laying on your side, watching how you slowly recover from the last orgasm.

You turned your head to look at her, whipping the wetness from her lip with your thumb, smiling at her soft gaze.

"You liked it?" she lift her hand to caressed your cheek softly.

"So much, but now I want Scarlett." she smirked at you, giggling at your words.

"First some rest, baby."

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A Week Of Fakery. (Chapter 1)

Characters: Jeremy Renner, Scarlet Johansson. OFC. (Jessica)

Warning: Fake Relationship, lying, Implied sex, mentions of sex.

Rating: T.

Summary: Running into your ex, is never pleasant. If you’re Jeremy Renner, it’s even worse because instead of saying your fine, you���ve accidentally agreed to a couples vacation with your girlfriend. which would be fine, if he actually had a girlfriend.

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Chapter 1. Chapter 2. Chapter 3. Chapter 4. 

Jessica is in the middle of washing peach shampoo out of her hair and singing her lungs out to the second chorus of No Scrubs by TLC when suddenly her music abruptly stops. She groans assuming the song is buffering and rakes her fingers through her pixie hair when a male voice startles her.

“I need your help.”  

“Jesus fuck!” She shouts, letting out a deep breathe. “Jeremy!”

Jeremy can’t help but smile as he leans against the sink, “I’m sorry! Should I have let you finish your song?”

She grabs the shower curtain, pulling it open far enough to peek her head out. “How did you get in?” She asks.

Jeremy shrugs his shoulders. “Key.”

Emotions drain from her face as she stares blankly at him, “The key I gave you for emergencies?” He nods forcing her to groan. The curtain closes quickly, causing the metal hooks to slide across the pole. “Whatever can I do for you, Mr. Renner?” She asks sarcastically.

He inhales before speaking, “I ran into Scarlett–”

“Which one was Scarlett?”

“You never met her.”

“Oh.”

“We started talking– and Christ woman, how can you breathe with all this steam?” He asks flipping the switch for the fan and opening the door to allow a decent flow of oxygen in the small space.

“I didn’t invite you into the bathroom, you’re more than welcome to leave.”

He rolls his eyes, “Anyway, I told her I was seeing someone–”

“Oh god, Jeremy!” She shouts, hitting the shower curtain to emphasize her anger. “Don’t make me play your girlfriend.” Jessica stares at the ugly pale wall before her, littered in beads of water, knowing with all certainty that she’s been chosen to play a role in whatever lies Jeremy has constructed.

It feels like hours before he speaks, “It’s not what you’re thinking.”

“What am I thinking?”

She hears the shower curtain move and glances over to see his hand pressing against it, a dark shadow the only indicator of his presence. It’s the equivalent of a hand on her shoulder. “All you would have to do is pretend to be my girlfriend for a week, seven days. That’s hardly nothing.”

Jessica rolls her eyes, pushing his hand away. “That’s exactly what I was thinking.” She says with a hint of sarcasm on her tongue. She turns off the shower, sighing. “Towel.”

Jeremy is already there, shoving the towel through the opening of the curtain, turning his head and closing his eyes even though she was still hidden behind the dark blue shower curtain. He hears the curtain slide across the poles and then feels her body heat.

“Why did you tell her you were seeing someone?”

“I wasn’t thinking.”

“Clearly.” She gently pushes his chest. “Scoot.” he steps back, slowly opening his eyes and leaning on the wall next to the sink. Jessica uses her hand to clear the fog from the mirror then grabs a comb and taming her short spiky locks.

“She wanted to go to on a couples vacation, I panicked, she assumed I was with someone. I agreed before I realized what was coming out. I thought it was one of those things, you say yes but it never happens but she texted me this morning and saying she was planning on buying the tickets.”

“And you dated this woman?”

“Yes.”

Jessica nods her head, piercing her lips together. “Why didn’t I meet her?”

He chews his bottom lip. “It didn’t last long.”

She turns to face him, confusion spread across her face. “You barely dated this woman but you didn’t want to tell her you were single? What are you trying to prove to this woman?”

“That I’m not into her.”

She pinches the bridge of her nose. “Wouldn’t it be easier to just tell her you’re not caught up on her?”

“She wouldn’t believe me.”

“Well… are you caught up on her?”

“No!”

“So, this extravagant lie is what? A fun past time?”

He glares at her, crossing his arms over his chest. “I panicked.”

“I don’t know about this, Jeremy.”

“Please, it’s only a week.”

“A week of pretending we are a couple?” The question comes out with a sense of uneasiness.

“Yes. We won’t do anything, you might have to kiss me and hold my hand– or arm but that’s it.”

“I don’t know.” She sighs, scratching her hair.

“I’ll buy you a new set of heels.”

“Oh, you mean to go with my other non-existent set of heels I own?”

“Wrong gift.”

She nods, “Hand me my clothes and turn around.”

Jeremy reluctantly hands her the clothing and turns around, the wheels in his head turning as he tries to think of a way to get her to agree. “Lunch for a week?” He suggests.

“Try again.” 

It’s silent as she dresses, most likely contemplating her options. She pushes past Jeremy and heads into the living room, startling him for a second. “Wouldn’t it be easier to just say your girlfriend is busy?”

“Scarlett bought the tickets already.”

Jessica shakes her head, “So, you agreed to..” her sentence falls short as she turns to look at him shocked and instantly Jeremy knows he’s fucked up. “Wait a minute... How did you she manage to buy a ticket if you don’t have a girlfriend?” She ponders the question for a second. “In order for her to have bought the tickets, they would have to be in our names. Which means you gave her my name before you even asked me.”

Jeremy is rendered speechless, staring at her like he’s a child caught lying to his mother. “I...” That’s all that comes out is a series of I’s. 

“Jeremy? My damn dog may not be good for much but one word can turn that lazy ass dog into a killer.” 

He half smiles, shrugging his shoulders. “I hoped you would agree.”

“What happens if I don’t?” 

“I would be forced to not go.”

“And another lie would be too hard?” 

Jeremy plops down on the couch beside her, groaning. “Did you even shave?” 

Her look is full of daggers, “Don’t try to change the subject.”

“I apologize.” He holds his hands up before dropping them suddenly to his side. “What do you say will you be my pretend girlfriend?”?”

Groaning, “Yes, I agree to be your fake girlfriend because you couldn’t tell the truth.” 

Jeremy smiles, quickly pulling Jessica into a large hug “I want a haircut.” she mumbles into his shoulder.

“Didn’t you just get one a few months back?”

“Yes... But you see this?” She touches the side of her head, rubbing against the short strands of hair. “Notice how it is significantly shorter than the hair on top of my head?” He nods. “That’s how I like it. Less than an inch on the sides and back but with long enough hair on top to style. To achieve this lovely hairstyle, one must cut their hair frequently” She smiles. 

“Fine.” He shakes his head. “I’ll pay for you to cut your damn hair.”

“And you get Luca’s dog food for the next three months.” He disagrees with that part, a week of a fake relationship with an all expenses paid for trip was not equal to three months of him paying for dog food for her never stop eating pitbull mix that spent half the day laid out on her bed, ignoring everyone. Yet he doesn’t argue, he accepts the terms knowing she was hesitant to accept in the first place, so he nodded, trying to no push his luck. “Couldn’t this have waited until morning?” The thought occurs to her.

“No, I expected you to be watching television but you being the shower prevented you from going anywhere.” 

“You ambushed me?” She questions, shocked. “What a great boyfriend you’ll be.” 

“That makes you the luckiest girl in the world, babycakes.” There’s an overly cheesy smile on his face. 

“Where are we going anyway?”

“Hawaii.”

Jessica groans dropping her head into her hands. “Great, Now I have to shave.” 

Hawaii, the go-to destination for couples full of exotic animals, romantic islands and lavish expenses. Except her extravagant vacation was all part of a ruse and she was going with a man, she had the least romantic connection with.

A few days later, she found herself on the internet searching for pictures of Jeremy and his mysterious girlfriend Scarlett. The first picture she found was the pair at a festival together, the blonde has her hands wrapped around him while she kisses his neck. The next serious of pictures are all the same, the pair hanging on one another.

She calls Jeremy, putting him on speaker phone as soon as he answers.  “Hello, babycakes.” 

“God, tell me, you’re gonna think up a new pet name.” 

“What’s wrong? Don't like babycakes?”

“No!”

“Fine, princess.” 

“I’m gonna break up with you.” 

Jeremy chuckles, “What’s up?”

“Why did you and Scarlett break up?”

"Just didn’t work out.” 

Jessica raises an eyebrow. “Really? Because you two look like you were planning on having sex in public.” 

“Are you looking at pictures?”

“I’m nosy. Wanted to know who I was up against.” She clicks through a few more pictures. “Would it kill you to date a girl that didn’t look like she could be crowned America’s next top model?”

“That’s why I asked you.”

“Asshole.” 

“Are you all packed?” He asks changing the subject.

“About that...”

“What?”

“I’m not going to be able to go.” She winces, waiting for him to respond.

“What do you mean? You can’t go?”

“I have to work.” 

“Scarlett already bought tickets for us. It’s all scheduled. You said you got the week off.” 

“I have a mountain of paperwork.”

“I paid for your haircut and you’re bailing on me.”

She rolls her eyes, “I’m sorry, would you rather I neglect my paperwork and let all the poor little children fail because their teacher went on a trip instead of grading?”

He mutters something under his breath, “Why don’t you bring it?”

“Bring it?”

“You can work when we get back to the hotel. It’s not like we’re going to do anything.” 

“We’ll see.” 

“If we’re going to do something?” He questions, jokingly. 

“I’m really going to punch ya.” 

He lets out a loud laugh, “I love ya, babycakes.” He says and quickly hangs up before she has a chance to respond. Jessica growls in response, grabbing her phone and sending off a quick text to him full of another insult. 

The big day comes quicker than Jessica expected, suddenly it’s midnight, her bags are packed and she's sitting on her couch waiting for Jeremy to show up. “Be ready by 12:00, he said. No later. Not 12:01, or 12:05. Exactly 12:00.” She mocks, pulling out her cell phone she reads the time. “It’s 12:15.” 

Her front door swings open letting in the brisk cold night air into the house. “Look who decided to show up. I thought you were leaving me.” 

“Never.” He smiles. “Ready?”

“Ready as I'll ever be.”

They arrive at the airport, luggage in tow as Jessica frantically checks the names on the tickets and that they are at the right airport. “Will you stop it, you’ve double checked everything fifteen times so far. It matches. One says Jeremy Renner, the other says, Jessica Beckham. The flight is at 3:30am, it’s 2:00. It’s alright.” Jeremy pats her on the shoulder as he reads the scheduled flights board before them. “And right there, is our gate.”

“You’re positive?”

“Yes. Relax, I’ve done this multiple times. I travel all the time, I’m on top of this.” 

“Excuse me, Mr. I’m famous, I travel with an entourage all the time. Those of us with real jobs don’t travel all the time.”

“Acting is a real job.”

“No, molding the children of our future is a real job.” She corrects with a smirk on her face. “Prancing around in front of a camera with makeup on is not a real job.”

“I should have never of asked you to go,” Jeremy says shaking his head. 

“Nope.”

They head to Gate 6 when Jeremy suddenly stops, dead in his track accidentally making Jessica run into him. “God, Jer.” She groans, stepping to the side of him. He doesn’t respond or move. “Jeremy? Is this because of the jab about acting? I was just kidding.” She apologizes, truly unsure what he’s stopped for. “Jeremy? you know, for a fake boyfriend you could pretend to listen to me at least a real one would make it seem like he is.” She rants when suddenly they are approached by the beautiful Scarlett, whose full of smiles and laughter. 

“Jeremy!” Scarlett shouts from across the room, glee in her voice. 

Quickly, He reaches over and grabs Jessica’s hand as they start walking towards her. “Remember you’re my girlfriend.” 

“Oh, thanks I almost forgot what I was doing here.” She jokes. 

Jeremy stops, turning to face her, making it look like a couple's embrace, a romantic moment. He puts his hand on her waist, her brown eyes peering up at him. “Just cause I agreed to kiss you doesn’t mean I want to do it now.”

He rolls his eyes, “Woman, could we keep the sarcastic comments to a minimum while we are here?”

“Is three bags of dog food and a haircut really worth that?”

“Three bags of dog food, a haircut and a free trip to Hawaii is more than enough.” 

“A free trip to Hawaii and I’m not with an actual boyfriend nor am I getting laid. Woohoo.” She tosses her arm up in the air cheering while Jeremy shakes his head. “Alright, I’m done.” 

“Good. Come on.” He puts his hand on her back, smiling as they continue their walk towards Scarlett. “Let’s go to Hawaii, babycakes.”

Jessica doesn’t have the opportunity to respond before Scarlett rushes towards them, full of smiles. “Jeremy! I was getting worried you weren’t coming!” 

“Are you kidding? We wouldn’t miss this for the world, right, babycakes?” He rubs, Jessica’s shoulders.

“Right.” She agrees, glancing up at Jeremy. 

“Uh... Jessica, this is Scarlett.” He says smiling. “The lovely woman who arranged this trip.” 

“It’s nice to meet you, Scarlett. I just want to say thank you for this. it means a lot to me. We don’t get the chance to get out much.” 

“It’s no problem, I’d do anything for Jeremy.” She says with a sly smile. 

Jessica nods, her smile slowly beginning to disappear as she quietly repeats Scarlett’s word, ‘I’d do anything for Jeremy.’  She glances at Jeremy who seems unfazed by the comment, completely oblivious as they talk about the plans after they land. Jessica stands idly by, watching the interaction when she’s greeted by a Daniel whose all smiles and far too handsome to be single. 

“Old friends get together and suddenly no one else exists, huh?” He remarks with a hint of a southern accent. Jessica nods, chewing on her bottom lip as she tries to avoid his glance. “Oh, I’m sorry. I’m Daniel, Scarlett’s Fiance.” She knew it, to handsome to be single. 

“Oh! I’m Jess.” She says in a much happier tone. “Nice to meet you.” 

“Ever been to Hawaii?” He asks, flattening his tie on his chest. 

“Unfortunately not.” She shrugs her shoulders. “Closest I’ve been is one of those little snow globes that says Hawaii.” 

He chuckles and nods. “Jeremy never taken you?” 

There’s about a million sarcastic comments that come to her head, all of which would end the charade, she and Jeremy are pulling. Instead, she nods. “We are new, trying to take it one step at a time. What about you? Big time stock broker in Hawaii?” She asks, motioning towards his now wrinkled suit

He smiles, “No, I’m a big shot lawyer in Los Angeles.” 

“Could of used you a few months ago.” She remarks, before Daniel has the opportunity to ask for more details, Jeremy’s hand wraps around her waist, pulling her into him. 

“Ready babe?” He asks. 

“If you are.” She forces a smile as the four walk towards the airport gate, each having completely different ideas of what this trip would include. 

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Anguish // Bucky Barnes

Summary: AU where Reader is an FBI Agent and best friends with Detective Nat Romanoff. Everything changes when Bucky and the reader meet each other. Soon Nat has to decide what’s more important…her happiness or her best friend.

Characters: agent!reader x detective!bucky, Natasha Romanoff, Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers x nurse!Sharon, Wanda x Vision, Pietro Maximoff (mentioned), Nick Fury (mentioned), and Peggy Carter (mentioned)

Words: 2692

Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel or the characters involved. This is also an AU in which the Avengers are actually detectives.

Warnings: Swearing, talk of death, injuries, infertility by car accident, PTSD (mentioned), and ANGST with just a hint of fluff.

Author: Caitsy

A/N: to hold you over till Sunday, April 23rd when I will be finished packing for home! Requests will be OPEN ON SUNDAY

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Normally it should be one the happiest days to watch your best friend get married but for Natasha it was the exact opposite. You had been best friends since you were roommates during your police academy days having bonded as the daughters of former officers. When you went to different cities for jobs you had kept in contact and celebrated when Nat made detective and you worked your ass up into the FBI. She was so happy when you took your two weeks off following a botched operation landing you with a bullet to the shoulder.

During those two weeks you had met one of Nat’s co-workers and friend Bucky Barnes at a game night. It was held at Steve Rogers house in Brooklyn, he was a recently transferred detective from Bucky’s childhood, and Steve’s wife Sharon. Sharon was an ER nurse going back to school to become a Doctor. Nat had straight away invited you over not expecting to have you bond so well with everyone.

“I’m Y/N Y/L/N-“

“Agent Y/L/M, dumbs.” Nat laughed poking you in the side. You giggled.

“I’m an FBI agent. I’m on medical leave, got shot chasing a drug dealer.” You laughed nodding to the sling holding your left arm.

“I’m Steve Rogers. Transferred Detective, this is mine and my wife’s home. Sharon’s finishing her shift at the hospital.”

“I’m James Barnes but you can call me Bucky.” A man with brunette hair and piercing blue eyes smiled from his spot, “Steve’s partner.”

“Sam Wilson.”

“Nat’s partner right?” You questioned. 
“Yeah ever since this ass dumped me for his best friend.” Sam teased pushing Steve a little. Steve chuckled shaking his head in response.”

“Wanda and Vision can’t make it. They have parent teacher interviews with their son Pietro.”

“Not to mention tomorrow is the sixth anniversary of Wanda’s brother Pietro’s death.” Sam sighed, “Damn I miss that idiot.”

Everyone was sitting around a table filled with drinks and snacks as they each decided to play a board game with set rules that were based around a drinking game. You bowed up playing due to the medication you were prescribed for the wound and you noticed that Bucky wasn’t playing either.

“You aren’t playing?” You questioned leaning back.

“No…uh…I can’t.” He said nodding to the couch, “I got back from war three years ago. Suffered from PTSD and I self mediated using alcohol. Nat finally got me to see the therapist at the police department. Bruce Banner and we worked out a plan.”

“Are you an alco-“

“No. I came close so I’ve sworn off alcohol until Dr. Banner and I feel like it’s safe.” Bucky admitted, “I don’t usually tell people this.”

“I can’t drink because of medication.” You sighed nodding to your wound.

The week after meeting everyone Bucky asked you out and you couldn’t resist him so you began to see each other. The day you were leaving to go back to work he dropped you off at the airport, Nat was working and he had the day off, and you became official. You both kept the relationship to yourselves for the first couple of months until you decided to transfer to the New York FBI office once you both found it hard to celebrate your first anniversary with work schedules.

Splitting time between Washington, DC and New York City became a hassle so when you were together for almost a year and half Bucky asked you to move in with him with a key and a ring.

“We’ve been together for over a year and we’ve been talking about our future. So will you my best friend, confidant, and love of my life marry me? Move in with me and let’s tell everyone. We can find a house to move in after the wedding and begin our life, so will you become my wife?” Bucky asked opening the ring box during the dinner in your apartment in Washington.

The proposal was simply asked because Bucky wasn’t one to get really emotional. It wasn’t his nature or personality and the amount of decorating he had done to your apartment made up for it. 
“Of course!” You exclaimed hugging him tight. The ring was exactly what you had dreamed of and he knew you so well. Beside it was a key to his apartment.

A few days into moving in together you had called Nat to let her know you were in the city and she had jumped for lunch. She wanted to tell you something important too. She was excited to tell you that she was planning to ask someone out from work. She had fallen hard for his eyes and humour along with a shared interest.

“Y/N!” Nat exclaimed pulling you for a hug at the nice restaurant owned by your mutual friend Vision and his wife Wanda.

“Oh my god!” You responded hugging your best friend tight, “I think this calls for some wine.”

Nat agreed as you sat down catching up as you chose what you wanted to eat. You both knew what you wanted  but it was tradition to choose a desert to share at the end and you never got the same desert.

“Thank you.” You both said handing the menus to the waiter.

“So how long are you staying?” Nat asked taking a sip of her wine.

“That’s the thing. I moved here two days ago, I’ve been settling in and I had taking a tour of the office.” You smiled as Nat’s grin grew larger and larger. She could act anyway with you and you couldn’t care which made her comfortable.

“Are you serious?! Oh my god!” Nat exclaimed as she blushed with her news.

“What about you? You sounded excited when I called.”

“I fell for someone recently and I’ve decided to ask them out.”

“Ooh! Tell me more. Who is he? Someone I know.” You teased her, “I never fought I would see the day that Natasha Romanoff would fall in love.”

“Shut up.” She giggled, “You do know him and I’m not telling until I know if he’ll go out with me!”

“You know how I mentioned I was seeing someone for the past year and I’ve kept quiet about it for personal reasons?”

“Yeah?”

“We’re engaged!”

Nat’s jaw dropped in shock as the news sunk in, she had no idea you and this guy were this serious. It didn’t stop her from squealing and pulling you into a tight hug. She gasped at the gorgeous ring settled at home on your left hand.

“Oh my god!”

“We’re having an engagement party tomorrow at Steve’s place, when I accidentally let it slip to Sharon she demanded that it happen at the Roger’s home.”

Nat was late to the party from processing a young woman she arrested on her way back to the precinct. She had been trailing the girl ever since Sam and her had figured out she was the one responsible for killing the prostitutes because her husband left her after a string of hookups. The woman snapped and killed the females she believed took her husband.

“Sorry we’re late!” Nat announced hanging her coat up in the closet like Steve had always asked her to do.

“No problem Nat.” You grinned pressing a kiss to Nat’s cheek, “Bucky and I are happy you could make it!”

Nat’s stomach dropped when Bucky’s arm came around your waist with a loving gaze resting on the side of your head. Her breathing quickened as the heartbreak began inside her and everyone was unaware of it happening. Before the tears could be seen Nat straightened her spine and placed a guarded expression on.

“Congrats!” The words were bitter on her tongue but she couldn’t help but hate you a little bit.

This was the final nail in the coffin of her believe that she didn’t deserve love or happiness. Every relationship burnt her in the end from the man that left her because the danger she faced. Her first serious boyfriend had dumped her because it wasn’t working out and her last girlfriend dumped her because she found out she was straight.

Nat had a rough life from the moment her father died in accident on duty when her mother was six months pregnant. The shooter hadn’t been found and was probably well respected for killing a successful senior detective. Nat’s mom died in childbirth from unexpected complications leaving her to be passed around family members until she was one. She was then placed in a bad orphanage that sold children to desperate parents. It wasn’t until her adopted father Nick Fury and his wife Peggy were on their honeymoon did they stumble upon the orphanage when the head of it was arrested.

They saw little two year old Nat with her fiery red hair and big innocent green eyes standing with a ratty stuffed bunny with tears rolling down her dirty face. Nick immediately knew she was the child he wanted. Peggy was unable to have biological children and she wasn’t full ready to have kids so soon. They had only gotten married for god sake.

The first decade of being adopted by the Fury-Carter couple was happy with training in different kinds of martial arts and languages. Nick was extremely caring for his little girl while Peggy was more distant. It wasn’t until Nat was thirteen did Peggy grow closer to her daughter. It came to shattering stop on Nat’s fourteenth birthday when Peggy and her were coming home from Nat’s ballet recital did their lives change forever. Nick was working when he got the call from the hospital.

He rushed to the hospital where his wife was laying waiting to be identified officially, she had died on impact. Seven hours Nick waited in the waiting room as his only child and the apple of his eye battled for her life. His little girl died on the operating table twice before she was stabilized and resting in her room.

“Mr. Fury? I’m Dr. Charles. I have some news.” The female doctor said motioning to the seat, “Your wife died on impact when the truck slammed into her side of the car. In the few seconds before the car was t-boned she shifted to take most of the force. This saved your daughter from dying, this is what we see in a lot of car accidents. The parent instinctively moves to protect their child even if they don’t think about it. It was reflex.”

“She does.” Fury breathed as he tearily focused on his wife’s smile in a memory, “How’s Nat?”

“Natasha suffered internal bleeding, a broken ankle, her spleen ruptured, multiple broken ribs, the other ribs are bruised, her right arm is shattered from her elbow and down. That’s not all.” Dr. Charles said scrolling through her tablet.

“There’s more.” Fury mumbled.

“Natasha turned to see her mother and the force caused whiplash but we lost her twice during surgery and we were unable to repair her uterus fully. The trauma had caused Natasha to become infertile.”

Nick was never the same following the day. He focused solely on work and hired nanny’s to care for his daughter. It tore Natasha up when Nick turned his back on her and she in turn focused on getting on with her life.

Natasha standing by the door of your wedding suite watched as your cousin and you mom helped you into your wedding dress. It was a gorgeous dress that fit you perfectly and quite stunningly like it had been sewn and designed specifically for you. Which was also sold cheap because your rich aunt was a close friends with a ton of high class fashion designers, closest with Vera Wang herself.

“Oh baby.” Mrs. Y/L/N cried pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“Mom!” You giggled, “I’m only getting married!”

Nat hid the bitter smile before it could appear and instead focused on tying the lace ribbon that would keep her heels on. She spent her time in the sidelines unable to fully commit to the duties of being your best friend and in the fairytale emotions you didn’t notice. Your cousin however caught on pretty quick.

“Hey Nat! One of your curls isn’t sitting right.” Mary said walking over, “I’ll let Auntie help Y/N and I quickly put that into place.”

“Thank you.”

“You won’t if you mess anything up on this day. I know your legs are begging for Bucky’s face between them but if you even think about ruining anything I will end you.”

“Threatening a police officer?” Nat glared refusing to take off her smile.

“Oh no sweetheart. You didn’t know? My Dad is pretty high up the chain in politics. One call and I can end your career and push you into the need of prostitution and even then…nobody will want anything to do with you scantily clad broke ass.” Mary hissed fixing the hair that was already perfect, “There you go! Y/N! We’re ready!”

“Oh my god.” You gasped as your Dad got up from his seat on the couch, “It’s time. I’m going to throw up.”

“Maybe your best friend and number one shipper of your relationship has some encouraging words!” Mary fakery smiled at Nat, “Right Natasha?”

“Y/N, you’ll do fine. This is the best day of your life and it’s the same for Bucky. Nothing will go wrong.” Nat said feeling the inner depression at losing even the smallest chance with Bucky.

“Ain’t you a sweetheart!” Mary giggled patting Nat’s hand, “Okay places people!”

“This day is the rest of the my life and in a year Bucky and I will be hopefully pregnant with our first-“ “Bucky wants kids?” Natasha gasped shocked.

“Yeah. We already have names picked out, he’s really excited. We bought a house in Brooklyn just a couple blocks from Steve and Sharon.”

Natasha felt even worse as the words settled uneasily inside her. When the group, before Y/N met everyone, the conversation of children came up. Bucky had told the group that he would never have kids in the world that was terrible. That sparked a fire inside Nat that would build over the years they knew each other.

The wedding was beautiful with the warm love between Bucky and Y/N Barnes lighting up the entire venue. Nat was itching to talk to Bucky, screw Y/N. The girl got everything in life without much trouble while Nat only had Bucky to lean on. Nat could settle with being the mistress if Bucky wanted, besides Y/N wouldn’t have to know.

“Don’t.” Mary said taking a sip from her flute of champagne.

“I-“

“You were. I meant what I side. Get it through your red skull you bitch. You had your chance since you met him and he probably didn’t even really talk to you. He wants children with Y/N. I think it’s time you left the party and maybe even the city. Start fresh.”

Nat watched as Bucky snuck up on you to wrap his arms tightly around you and playfully nip at your neck. Pushing past her emotions Nat saw the light blaring full blast in Bucky’s eyes and that was something she hadn’t seen since they’re first day on the job. Your smile was larger than life and she knew right there what she had to do.

“You’re right.” Nat bit her lip getting red lipstick on her front teeth, “I can’t live my life watching her be happy with him like I should have been.”

“Good answer. Your bags are packed from the cabin and waiting in a limo. Break your phone please on your way and don’t come back to the city.”

Nat flashed a smile towards the happy newlywed couple before two larger men walked in front of her. When they passed fully you and Bucky could no longer see even the glimpse of the redheaded woman in your lives. She was gone in a blink of an eye leaving only memories in her wake.

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