#scarlet johansson x you

[agent-whiskeys-sweetheart]

January Wedding

Pairing: Wife!Natasha Romanoff x F!Reader

Summary: After years of heartache and pain to get to your special day, you and Natasha finally get your happy ending.

Warnings: Just lots of tear inducing fluff. 

A/N: Did I cry writing this? YEAH MAYBE WHAT ABOUT IT!

I don’t feel weak but I do  Need sometimes for her to protect me  And reconnect me  To the beauty that I’m missin’  And in January we’re gettin’ married

The wind is harsh, whipping through your hair and stinging your face. The weatherman had predicted a much warmer day but this morning, nothing would get you down. You simply added another layer to your outfit as you walked up the steps to the chapel. You and your wife-to-be had split up this morning, not wanting to risk any bad luck before your big day, so you entered the large foyer by yourself. 

Just around the corner was the room where you had placed your dress and all of your amenities for getting ready the day before. As soon as you stepped into the room your eyes found the long white dress which was hanging up near the vanity. It was perfect, having spoken to you the moment you put it on. You couldn’t wait for Natasha to see it. You just knew that her jaw was going to drop when she took in the sight of you in that beautiful dress. You were also incredibly excited to see what she had picked out as well. 

There had been so many things that led you to this moment. A lot of the events that carried you to your wedding day were hard. Heart breaking even. Natasha had gone through a lot and so had you. That’s why you liked to think that this was your reward for sticking by one another’s sides through everything, good and bad. 

You had made your way to the venue an hour early to give yourself time to shake off your nerves. Sitting down in front of the vanity you rubbed a hand over your mouth, taking in the sight of your own face. The time seemed to fly past as it wasn’t long before your mother was knocking on the door. Turning in your chair, you gave her a smile. 

“Hi baby!” She said cheerfully, letting herself in and making her way over to you to hug your neck. “How long have you been here alone?”

“Don’t worry, I haven’t been here for very long.” You lie. 

“Okay, good. Well, mommy is here now! Let’s start getting you ready. Your sister and your friends should be here soon so nothing’s stopping us from going ahead with things.” You nod, positioning yourself in your chair so that she can start on your hair. 

Soon the door was opening and closing again and again as people joined the party. Your sister and four of your friends filed into the room as you struggled to turn around and greet them with your mom’s hands in your hair. Each time you tried to face them she would straighten your head out so she could do what she needed to do, making you chuckle. All of the new people in the room put their things down before crowding around the mirror to get a look at you.

“You’re going to look beautiful.” Your sister gives you a proud smile.

“Are you saying I look ugly now?” 

“What? No!” She protests but you cut her off with a rich laugh.

“I’m just teasing you!” You tell her, nudging her with an arm. She returns the gesture and your mom gives her an annoyed look as she jostles you around, quickly stopping her movements. 

“I wonder what Natasha looks like!” One of your friends chimes in. 

“I know! God, I’m so nervous. I know she’s going to look beautiful!” You say, feeling your breathing becoming heavier. 

“If you know she’s going to look beautiful, why are you nervous?” 

“I’m scared I’m gonna start blubbering like a little baby.” You laugh. This causes everyone in the room to giggle as well, all putting soft hands on you to calm your nerves. You’re so grateful for all of them. You couldn’t imagine this day without them there.  

Soon your mother is finished with your hair and they all begin working on different parts of your makeup. One girl does your foundation and contour, the next does your eye shadow and liner, the next does your lips and blush. Finally they bring you your dress, all hands on deck for helping you into the thing. It’s a little tricky to slide into but the moment it’s on and you get to see the whole beautiful picture, your chest starts to tighten. This is all just a glorious reminder that it is the happiest day of your life. You’re finally marrying your precious Natasha. No one knew her like you did. She needed you as much as you needed her. You truly were one another’s other half. 

When you glanced up at the clock, you knew it was time. You were swimming in a sea of your own emotions as you tried to calm yourself, realizing that you were in the final stretch. All that waiting and hurt. Now you were finally here. Everyone except your mother said goodbye and left the room, leaving the two of you alone. 

“You look absolutely stunning. And Natasha will too. My beautiful girls. It’s all going to be okay. You two were made for each other. Now all that’s left is to walk down that aisle and make it official.” You nod, fighting back the tears. You give your mom a big old bear hug. The moment you pull away she walks you down the hall to where your father is standing outside the main doors that lead into the chapel. As he takes in the sight of you he lets out a shaky breath. 

“You look lovely sweetheart. Are you ready?” As you take his arm you look between both of your parents, smiling widely. 

“For this? I was born ready.” You say. As she finally gets the cue from you your mom sneaks away to a side door where she finally takes her seat. Natasha is already standing on the altar, clenching and unclenching her fists. It was almost time. Soon you’d be walking through those double doors in all of your splendor and glory. You’d be gliding your way down that aisle and when you two finally met again, you’d be getting married. God, she was terrified. Yet she had never been so ready for anything in all of her life. You were her rock. Her guiding light. She needed you so much more than words could possibly express. She was so ready to make you her wife. 

The music began abruptly, prompting everyone to stand and face the double doors. As they opened that’s when the two of you saw each other. Your eyes locked as soon as you stepped into the room and they didn’t leave one another for a second. It’s like everyone else in the room disappeared, leaving you in a world where it was only you two forever. Your father had a hand on your arm as he walked you down the aisle. Happy faces abounded as you felt the eyes of all your friends and family following you up to the altar. Natasha was wearing a floor length dress that hugged her curves beautifully. There were pearls and beads and lace lining the edges of the dress that created an elegant pattern which was very fitting. When you really started to take her in your prediction came true and you began to cry. Seeing this she couldn’t help but laugh which made you laugh as well, trying to rub away some of your excess tears before you got to the altar. 

Once you were there you leaned over and gave your father a kiss on the cheek before turning back to your stunning Natasha. She outstretched her hands and you gladly took them in your own, your tears having subsided now. All you could feel were her warm battle scarred hands resting in yours. The preacher began to speak, saying all the right words and carrying out the ceremony effortlessly. You repeated the things that you needed to repeat and listened when Natasha spoke in turn. Her voice was like a song to you. 

In the middle of the ceremony it was time to say your vows. She didn’t need a slip of paper or a notebook, neither did you. You both knew exactly what you wanted to say to the other. First was Natasha.

“My Y/N. This day has been a long time coming. I have waited impatiently for years now for the right time, the right day, the right gap in our hectic lives. That day is finally here and it’s even more beautiful than I imagined. I knew when I saw you walk through those doors that I would fall in love with you all over again and I was right. If it weren’t for you I might not be alive today. You have saved me again and again. You save me every day when you wake me up with a kiss, you save me with your sweet words and your heart, you save me by being you. Thank you for trusting me, for giving me your love, and for receiving all the love I have to give. It’s been a long journey to get to this point and even now we’re just getting started. We’ve got the rest of our lives to love and live and grow together. And I can’t wait.” 

As soon as she finishes you lean in and kiss her tenderly. Everyone lets out light hearted chuckles and small encouragements as the preacher prompts you to pull away. “It’s not time for that just yet.” 

“Sorry. Couldn’t help myself.” You say with a smile. Now it was your turn. “My darling. My light. My love. My sun, my moon, and my stars. My Natasha. Life has taken us both on very different paths. Yet despite the fact that we come from different places, we found each other. We saw one another’s flaws and strengths and differences and we decided that we wanted each other no matter what. That is the spirit that I am here in today. In the spirit of differences. We will never be the same and thank god we’re not. Because I get to see so many beautiful sides of you that I fall in love with time and time again. You light a fire in me every day and you make me want to be a better person. I see you save the world every day and it reminds me that you are my hero. Not because you save lives for a living but because of your inner strength and beauty. You inspire me with every breath you take and I am so excited for a lifetime of being inspired by you.” 

The crowd coos as the two of you stare longingly into each other’s eyes. The preacher continues with the ceremony, finishing things up as the two of you continue to hold onto the other’s hands. “Y/N L/N, do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?” 

“I do.” The words sound delicious in your mouth. 

“Natasha Romanoff, do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?” She rubs a thumb over the back of your hand.

“I do.” The preacher exchanges a smile between you both. 

“You may now kiss the bride.” He jokes and you both hold onto each other’s faces as you press your lips together, kissing one another deeply and fully. As you do the people in the chapel all stand and clap, cheering loudly. You can’t help but smile against her lips. 

Once you both pulled away you felt like brand new people. The world seemed to be just a bit brighter and more beautiful. The two of you walked down the aisle hand in hand as the people around you continued to clap. Once you were out in the hallway you pulled her body against yours, kissing her tenderly again. She held you firmly as you both molded to one another. “Why thank you Mrs. Romanoff.”

“No thank you Mrs. Romanoff.” You reply, loving the way your new name sounds in her mouth. The two of you had decided a long time ago that you would take her last name and you were so glad that you had when the words came out of her mouth. 

“I love you so much my love.” She caressed a hand down your cheek. 

“I love you too baby.” You replied, closing your eyes as she touched you gently. It was all you could do not to cry at the feel of her. This was the beginning of your forever and you couldn’t wait to enjoy every second of married life with your gorgeous new wife. 

You both moved for the doors, heading outside to the car so you could drive to the reception venue. The ride was short and you both clung onto each other the whole way there. Everyone else started to file in shortly after the two of you as you both sat at the head table. You smiled and greeted all of your guests as they shuffled inside and found their seats which were positioned around the dance floor. 

Everything at the reception went wonderfully. It began with a slow dance between you and your wife. The music had come on over the speakers as the two of you moved for the dance floor. The lights were already dimmed as you held each other close, spinning around the floor effortlessly. The feel of her body against your own warmed your entire being as you slid your hand across her waist while you danced. When the song ended the two of you stayed locked there for a while, foreheads pressed against each other’s while the guests clapped. 

After that everything erupted into magnificent chaos. The DJ started up the party track and guests began making their way for the dance floor. Soon enough there was practically no one still sitting, including you and Natasha. You mingled around the floor as you greeted your friends and family. You watched with a laugh as your side of the guests became awestruck at the sight of the Avengers on the dance floor with them. Practically everyone came up to the two of you to offer their congratulations and you both received them with grace and a smile. All the while you two never left each other’s side.

As the night finally began to wind down you and Natasha readied yourselves to head off for the honeymoon. Thanks to Director Fury, her boss, you had been given a free trip to Rome. While Natasha’s job was dangerous, it sometimes had its perks. The guests all formed a line down the sidewalk to watch the two of you depart, waving and saying their goodbyes plus their final congratulations until you were both loaded up into the car and driving for the airport. 

“I can’t wait to take you away from all this craziness. To be alone with you. To get a chance to travel for something other than work.” She says the last line jokingly. “But mostly I’m looking forward to sharing a bed with my new wife.” You blushed as she said this, conjuring images in your mind of the steamy nights to come. 

“I can’t wait either, my darling wife.” You pulled her in for another tender kiss before snuggling into her side, watching the world whiz by as you settled into the idea of your new life with Natasha. 

Tags: @thedinochapter​ @romanoffs-widow​ @thelittleliars​ @wifeofnatasharomanoff​ @natsaffection​ @mostlymarvelsstuff​ @natsglorifiedsimp​ @agathashcrkness​ @starsvck​ @taliasgf​ @sp1dermxmmy​ @me-uglypretty​ @sapphickorro​ 

[fandomnerd9602]

Y/N tries to get up only for Wanda and Natasha to wrap them in a hug from both front and back…

Wanda: detka please don’t

Y/N: Steve’s expecting me to—

Natasha: shh…we’ll make it worth your while

Wanda’s hands toy with Y/N’s PJ shirt…

Natasha’s toy with Y/N’s waistband…

Y/N: okay I’ll stay

[marvelfilth]

Professional help (18+)

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x f!reader, Wanda Maximoff x f!reader, brief mention of Peter Quill x f!reader

Warnings: AU, gynecologist!Natasha, assistant!Wanda, smut, oral, fingering, cheating, Peter being an asshole

Summary: your boyfriend makes you see a doctor to get yourself "fixed", luckily Natasha and Wanda know exactly what to do

A/n: I'm not a doctor, so bear with me pls

Masterlist

You sit in the waiting room, anxiously waiting for your name to be called. Your leg bounces rapidly against the marble tiles of the clinic, drawing the attention of other patients. You cross your legs, sanding a sheepish smile to an old lady who's been eyeing you for the last few minutes, wishing your boyfriend just stayed with you like he promised he would.

He's the one who made the appointment after all.

You sigh for a hundredths time and check your watch, debating on leaving. Peter will be disappointed, sure, perhaps even mad, but you still can't stomach the idea of admitting something so embarrassing to a stranger.

You've been dating for almost six months now, and after a lot of persuasion on his part, you've finally allowed him to take your virginity. Your jaw clenches when you remember the night. It was very romantic, sure, the wine was expensive and as old as your grandma, the food was delicious and his jokes were perfectly timed, but when it came down to it, you were both left disappointed.

Peter is attractive, sexy, and you know any girl would kill to be in your place, but when he took off his clothes and climbed on top of your naked body you couldn't feel a thing. You went to sleep unsatisfied. He went to sleep with a bruised ego and a promise of getting you right the next time.

And now you're here, ready to see a gynecologist, because there has to be something wrong with your body, there's no other explanation.

"Y/n Y/l/n?" A voice pulls you out of your head.

You look up to see a young woman, smiling down at you politely, her green eyes sparkling in the blinding lighting of the hospital.

"Yes?" You speak up hesitantly, torn between following the woman and trying to make it for the door.

Her smile turns genuine. "Follow me."

You walk behind the woman, your eyes pinned to the intricate braid, strands of brown hair clinging to her neck. You swallow, looking away. It's definitely not the time to stare at a pretty woman. She leads you to the last door down the hall, opening it and following behind you once you step in.

"Take a seat." She gestures at the chair in front of the doctors desk. You swallow nervously when you notice a gynecological chair behind a folding screen.

The woman squeezes your shoulder

"Don't be nervous. Dr. Romanoff will take good care of you," she says with conviction. For some reason it helps you relax, your shoulders dropping. "My name's Wanda," she says, "I'm Dr. Romanoff's assistant. I'll be here the whole time."

You gulp. "Like… the whole time?"

She smiles, mirth flickers in her eyes.

"Yes, the whole time." Another voice enters the conversation and you crane your neck to see the woman striding into the room to take place in the white leather chair behind the desk. "Is there a problem with that?"

She eyes you intently. You feel like it doesn't matter what your answer will be, Wanda will stay either way. And now, looking at the stern looking woman you feel like you'll need Wanda's soft reassurance. Maybe that's why she's here in the first place.

You shake your head at last, not trusting your voice not to waver.

"Good. Now tell me what's bothering you." The redhead flickers through your medical file, barely sparing you a glance.

You look at Wanda for help and she sends you an encouraging smile, her hand sliding lower down your arm. "Um…" you start, not sure how to broach the subject. "Well, you see, me and my boyfriend, we-" you swallow nervously, and Wanda takes hold of your hand, squeezing your fingers reassuringly. "We've been intimate… a few times. But it seems there's something wrong. With me, I mean." You cringe, biting your lip.

You can feel their gazes on you.

Dr. Romanoff's eyes narrow dangerously and you feel like getting up and running away.

"What do you mean by that, sweetheart?" Wanda asks, her breath fanning your ear.

You gather your courage and meet her eyes. "I can't- I can't finish." Now that you've started, the words come out easily. "I mean, it doesn't bother me, not really, but my boyfriend-"

"It doesn't bother you?" Dr. Romanoff cuts you off. You feel small under her eyes, ready to fold in on yourself.

"N-no?"

She sighs heavily and closes her eyes for a moment. You feel like a child about to get scolded.

"So you're here because your boyfriend can't make you come." The words leave her mouth the second her eyes open.

You flinch, scooting deeper into your seat. Wanda wraps her other arm around your shoulder, softly nudging you to continue.

"He- he told me he's never had that problem before, and I… well, when I tried it myself, you know…" You look at Wanda and she nods in understanding. "It didn't work either, so he must be right. Can you help me?" Your cheeks are crimson red by now, you can feel how hot your face is.

Dr. Romanoff stands up abruptly, making you flinch. She walks behind the folding screen and you can hear her fiddling with something. Wanda squeezes your shoulders reassuringly and tells you to follow her. You do so without a second thought.

"Take off your clothes," Dr. Romanoff says, settling on a rolling stool.

You gulp, folding your arms in front of your chest. "A- all of them?"

Dr. Romanoff looks like she wants to roll her eyes before stopping herself and looking at Wanda, her brow quirking. You can feel Wanda inhale sharply behind you.

"Yes, sweetheart, all of them." Her tone's urgent. "You need a thorough examination."

Dr. Romanoff smirks at that, shaking her head almost unnoticeably.

"You heard her." She nods at you.

You look around for a spot to undress, but figure it doesn't matter if they'll see you naked anyway, so you hesitantly start to undress under their scrutinizing eyes.

"Let me help." Wanda's fingers skimp over your skin as she helps you take off your bra, your nipples hardening from the cold. Dr. Romanoff's eyes dart to your pebbled skin, her lips parting slightly.

And then Wanda cups your breasts from behind you, whispering, "I'll start right now, okay?"

You can only manage a small nod.

Dr. Romanoff must've noticed the state you're in, because suddenly she's kneeling in front of you, tugging down your pants along with your underwear, humming at the sight of a string of your slick connecting to your panties.

You close your eyes in embarrassment.

She cups your face. "No need for that, angel. You're doing good."

You shudder at the tone of her voice, slurty and breathy. Having no idea on why your body is reacting this way, you lean back against Wanda, granting her more acces. She massages your breasts, kneading and tugging until you're left breathless.

Then, as quickly as she came, she pulls away and nudges you into the other woman's arms. Dr. Romanoff leads you to sit on the chair and you swallow your embarrassment when she spreads your legs and puts them on the knee rest, sliding between your legs on her rolling chair.

You look away, wincing.

"It's okay, sweetheart," Wanda whispers from your side, taking hold of your hand, "Natasha is best at what she's doing."

You breathe out.

You think her name fits her very well.

"How long does it usually take?" You ask, not daring to look away from Wanda.

Faint scraping noises sound around the room as Natasha writes something down in your chart, humming in thought. She hasn't touched you, not yet.

"Not long, usually, but you're here for a special reason, aren't you? So it's going to take a bit longer," Wanda says quietly.

You nod in understanding, finally looking down to meet Natasha's eyes. She's holding a speculum. You shudder, backing away. Wanda pins you in place with a strong grip on your shoulders.

"Please, don't. Can you use something else?" You ask. Biting down on your lip, you look at the redhead pleadingly. The last time a doctor used that thing on you, you were hurting for days.

"I don't think there's anything else I can use. I promise I'll be gentle," she tries to reassure you, but you shake your head no, gripping Wanda's hand fighter.

"Please, just use something else. There should be something else, right?" You plead.

Natasha's eyes flicker to Wanda, a silent question swimming in the emerald pools. After a tense moment she gives the younger woman a brief nod. She slides away and Wanda leaves your side, taking Natasha's place between your legs.

Dr. Romanoff takes hold of your face, gaining your attention. "My assistant needs some hands-on practice and this is a perfect occasion, since you're adamant about the speculum. You don't mind her using her fingers, do you?" She rubs your chin gently, coaxing you to agree.

You wet your lips, feeling your pussy clench in anticipation. Natasha's eyes follow your tongue, her pupils dilating. You nod your consent and Wanda wastes no time in spreading your folds open and teasing your entrance. Your hips jolt violently.

"Try to keep still, sweetheart, or we'll have to restrain you." Wanda fingers glide around your folds, barely grazing your clit and you're already drenched and gasping for air. "You're doing good so far, angel, keep it up." Wanda smiles softly, gently easing one of her fingers inside.

You bite back a moan, gripping the cushion below you with all of your strength. Natasha keeps taking notes, occasionally glancing down at your pussy and exchanging quiet words with Wanda.

Wanda's finger pumps into you at a gentle pace, hitting a soft spot deep inside of you.

You didn't even know you could feel that good.

When her finger curls you let out a loud moan. Your hand flies down to take hold of Wanda's, but it's intercepted by Natasha's, who pins you back down with surprising strength.

"You're not allowed to move, remember?" She scolds. You nod dumbly and relax in her hold. She nods in satisfaction and looks at Wanda. "One more."

Wanda obeys and slides two fingers in the next thrust, pushing down on your hips with her other hand. You try not to squirm, but your legs still shake from the way her fingers curl inside you. Your eyes begin to water as your stomach tightens, you feel like you're about to explode.

"How does that feel?" Natasha's whispers against the shell of your ear, her hair tickling your neck.

"G-good, so good," you whine, desperately clutching the chair.

"Mhm," she hums, putting her hands on either side of your breasts, rubbing the skin in soft circles. "You're taking Wanda so well, kotenok. Make me proud and hold it for me, okay?" She asks as her hands cup your breasts, pressing down on your nipples.

You don't have to ask to know what it means, you just shake your head desperately, not daring to touch her. Tears gather in the corners of your eyes, making your vision blur.

"Please, Natasha, pl- ah!" You cry out when Wanda adds another finger, stretching you out deliciously. She thrusts into you hard and fast, making your body move up on the chair. "I can't-" you bite down on your lip, pleading Natasha with your eyes. "Please, let me come."

The doctor chuckles with mirth, rolling your nipples between her defty fingers. "Stop."

Wanda pulls away immediately, making you whimper. You want to cry out, you want to tug her back, but you do none of these things, obediently laying back and waiting for Natasha's instructions.

You pussy clenches around nothing while Natasha takes her time stepping around you and taking Wanda's place, the younger woman coming to stand near your head, wiping her fingers.

"Natasha's gonna take a good look at your pussy, sweet girl, just don't move."

Dr. Romanoff's fingers slide in without any struggle, immediately making you whine and buckle your hips in her hold. She spreads her fingers inside you, opening you up even more and you feel like you're about to burst from the stretch. You moan loudly when she adds a third finger.

"Keep quiet," she says, pinching your inner thigh.

You swallow back moans as she starts circling your clit with her thumb, the added pressure sending shivers down your spine.

"Such a perfect body," Wanda murmurs, trailing her fingers down the length of your torso. "You deserve to be worshiped." She leans down and licks a long stripe from your ribs to the underside of your breast, sucking the tender skin there.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head, your fingers burying in her brown locks. She hums softly as her arm slides along your waist, holding you tight.

Natasha doesn't waste another second waiting and sets a rough pace, thrusting her finger deep and spreading them with each thrust. "Look at you, malyshka, your greedy pussy is swallowing my fingers," she smirks, bending down to kiss your inner thigh.

"Natasha!" You cry out loudly, your back arching. Lips wrap around your nipple, sucking gently, and you choke on your moan, your pussy clenching around Natasha's slender fingers.

"You're doing good, baby, so good," Wanda mumbles around the pebbled skin, "You deserve to be filled to the brim. Fuck, you'd look so pretty with both of us deep inside you, sweetheart."

Your hips buckle to meet Natasha's thrusts and this time she doesn't stop you. She curls her fingers, hitting a spot you didn't even know existed and you come, your orgasm hitting you hard as spots of white cloud your vision.

Natasha's fingers don't stop moving inside you, if anything she thrusts faster, rougher, your sensitive clit pulsing rapidly.

"We're not done until I say we're done, got it?" She leans down to wrap her lips around your bundle of nerves and sucks, fingers moving inside you with a violent pace.

Wanda releases your nipple with a wet pop and focuses her attention on your neck, teeth leaving purplish marks on the tender skin. You cry out, another orgasm fast approaching and Wanda pulls you into a bruising kiss, your moans disappearing between her full lips as Natasha licks long stripes up your slit.

"You're doing so good, baby. Fuck I want to make a mess of your pretty face, sweetheart," Wanda whines and takes hold of your hand, pushing it past the waistband of her scrubs. You follow her lead and soon your fingers disappear in her wet heat. She gasps and bends to rest her weight on you as you quickly pump your fingers inside her.

Natasha pulls away to admire the scene in front of her, fingers lazily circling your clit before she plunges four of her fingers back inside, stretching you to the brim. Your back arches as you moan loudly, clenching around slender fingers. Wanda comes with you, burrowing her face into your neck as you both come down your high, gasping for air.

Dr. Romanoff presses a kiss to your thigh before gently prying strands of hair away from your face. "We'll have to schedule a follow up appointment, kitten."

[auroraromaximoff]

Wanda: Hey, has anyone seen my top?

Clint: Nat’s in the kitchen

Wanda: *blushing* No! My black top, with the frilly sleeves!

Sam: oh, Y/n is in her garden.

Wanda: Never mind! Just forget it! *storms off*

Y/n: *walks in wearing Wanda’s shirt* What happened?

[wandanatw0rld]

+18 | men & minor denied

beefy!natasha romanoff x pillowprincess!female reader x platonic!wanda maximoff x college!au

warnings: smut; slightly somnophilia (just a bit); fingering; oral; overstimulation; scissoring; just a tip of biceps riding because there'll be a whole one-shot about it; agnst; not proofread

Sunday mornings are always an event at Natasha's place, especially because you're there. Something you say might change your Sundays forever. Or not.

I think that's it, have fun ;D

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Natasha feels your heavy breath on her neck, tickling her. She looks down at you, clinging to her shirt. Her chin pressed against the top of your head made you move a little and then turn your back to her. Your shirt rises up a little, showing your skin and your ass, covered in pink underwear. Natasha always preferred black, but she loves pink. Especially on you.

You've talked about your fantasies and kinks before, and Natasha once showed interest in touching you while you slept. She never tried anything, even though you let her do it. You trust her, and you're fine with it as long as she's being nice and soft.

Right now, it's impossible to resist. You're wearing pink panties, and they're driving her crazy. You move again, and this time your ass touches her groin area.

Natasha grabs a few locks of your hair, showing your neck and the purple and green marks on every corner. Her lips touch the back of your neck, hands sliding through your shoulders and down to your back until she reaches the pink fabric. She slips her strong hands into it, groaning next to your ear. You're so wet, that's all she can think about now.

Her lips leave your skin, and she moans as she feels your clit on her thumb, rubbing softly.

You've been awake for the last few minutes, when she started kissing your neck. You never slept very deeply. You were wet because you couldn't control yourself when you felt her on your back.

"You're so wet, detka. Is all for me?" You press her hand between your legs.

"Don't stop," you demand, your head throbbing with lust.

"Open your legs a little bit, malyshka." The nickname never fails. You do exactly what she says. "Good girl." She stops a bit, just for you to take off your shirt, then grabs her hand when she starts to touch you again, helping her, teeth digging into your neck.

"Nat... Mmm..." She slides a finger inside you and growls.

"My pretty girl is so tight. Fuck!"

"Don't stop, please." You turn your head, looking for Natasha's, then kiss her. "Mm... Keeo going." She presses another thick finger inside you, and you lose it. "Let me cum, babe." It's her turn to lose control. Natasha discovers that she loves being called babe, and it thrills her. Her hands are bumping inside you, the sounds are pornographic and loud, and your moans grow more as she fucks you. "Fuck me, please."

Natasha moves with incredible speed, and although she feels pain in her entire arm, she doesn't falter. Your hands grasp her forearms, nails digging into them, your head thrown back as you experience the rush of sensations in your body, her teeth in your shoulders. You pinch your nipples, craving more.

"I'm gonna... Oh fuck!" You reach your orgasm and Natasha slows down her moves, kissing you all over your skin, new marks gleaming.

"Good morning, Malyshka."

"Good morning, Nat," you say, smiling at her. You turn yourself to face her again. "That's what you mean by waking me up in a good way?"

"Did you like it?" she asks, removing her hands from your panties. Natasha uses the same hand to take a few strads of your hair, gluing on your face. You take her hand, keeping her fingers inside your mouth, and the vision makes Natasha feel another wave of lust in her core.

"I love it," you said, voice with desire. The way her fingers left your mouth with a pop, sucked and cleaned, drove her crazy.

You touch her arms, wanting so badly.

"Nat, can I?" She smiles with pride, her pretty girl is so dirty.

"Sit on my arm?" You nod, your eyes meeting hers with an almost innocent look. "I just need to clean you up" You nod with hunger in your eyes.

"Yes, please," Natasha stands up, taking off all of her clothes, her strong body making you soaking wet. She pulls you close, her arms around your waist, holding you close. She takes off your underwear, not before sniffing your scent on it. You moan as she blows her hot breath in your clit. "Don't be mean with me, babe."

"I'd never be mean to you, Malyshka," she says, her mouth diving into your pussy.

"Oh yes," you grab onto her head, feeling a little bit sensitive when she starts to suck your needy clit. "Babe...Fuck!" Natasha is cleaning you up, her hands holding you tight. You can't escape from her, and you don't want to. "Almost." She extends her hand for you to grab, tangling your fingers. The arm leaves your waist just to hold your legs open when you reach the second orgasm of the morning. You cry when she keeps shoving her tongue in your clit. "T-too much, Nat. Fuck, s-stop." But it's too late to stop. "Fuck!"

She comes close, kissing you, and then she lies down, her arm straight as you recover your breath and your lust. You sit on it, which is the second time you've done this on her. The first time was insane, and Natasha wanted to see you like that more often. And there's no better time than right now, when you're almost oblivious. Your hips start to move, clit against the muscles on her arms, hitting the right spot.

"So good." It definitely is. You bend a bit, hands on her chest. Back and forth, your clit splashing on her arms. She's watching, her free hand going to her own pussy, masturbating herself as she traps her tongue between her teeth. "Nat..."

"What, detka?" Natasha inserts a single finger and groans.

"I want to eat you." You move with fierce determination, your nails tracing patterns on her skin. Natasha clenches her fist in response, the muscles hitting your clit again.

"Oh yeah?" Natasha's voice is low and seductive. "My pretty girl is going to eat me so good."

"I-I... F-fuck... W-will" You grab her breast, her nipple hardening against your palms. "Nat, I'm- Fuck!" You're wetness all over her arm, your hips slowing down.

You fall on her side, smelling yourself on her. Without noticing, you start licking her arm. Natasha smiles in adoration for you, hungry for her arms.

"You're so beautiful like this, Malyshka." You kiss her, climbing onto her body, nestling between her legs, her hands firmly on your face, one of your leg down on hers. She knows exactly what you're doing. "My pretty girl need to relieve herself again, huh?"

You start to move, connecting with each other, clits rubbing, hands on her shoulder, lips on hers, tongues fighting. It's so perfect. Natasha stands a little, just enough to have your breasts on hers.

"I love you, Nat." You hold her face, your body sweating, her hands on your waist, supporting you. You press your eyes shut, flashes of Wanda's tongue on your clit and her slider fingers on your pussy, and you're overwhelmed with pleasure.

Natasha's grip tightens around your waist as you both start to come together.

"Don't stop." Your hand on the headboard. "Make cum, Wanda. Please, make cum." And she does. Natasha does.

Your body falls on hers, your face pressed against the crook of her neck.

Natasha is still, her expression one of surprise, but not complete shock.

"Nat, you're okay?" You ask, holding her face.

"You called me 'Wanda,'" she said, facing you. "Why would you call me 'Wanda'?" You leave her body, sitting on the bed, hugging your knees.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

"Did you both sleep together before?" she asks. Fuck. That was supposed to be a secret.

"No, Nat."

"Don't lie to me." You don't look at her. You can't. You can barely pretend. "It was when we broke up?" Just a loud silence. "Right before or you at least wait, huh?" She looks at you. "If you're going to lie, at least look at me."

"I-I... "We..." You try to explain. You both just got back together. You won't lose her again. "It was right after meeting you at the gym," Natasha's eyes reflecting your soul, but helping with the words flow. "I told her about our discussion. She asked me if I wanted her to be there for me." You bite your inner cheeks. "We were watching a movie and then we..." But you can't finish, it's not fair with the blonde. "But it didn't mean anything to us. It didn't, Nat. I promise." You try to touch her, but she avoids you.

"My God, did you ever look away from your own nose?" Her tone is cruel, and it hurts a bit.

"What are you talking about?" Your eyes follow her, walking through the bedroom.

"You're so stupid." It's your turn to get up, looking for your clothes and put them back on

"Don't you dare call me that." You get close to her, so close that you see your marks on her.

"That's what you are. A stupid whore," she states. "And-" She doesn't have time to think, you slap Natasha's face.

"Don't you ever call me that unless I ask you to." Natasha holds her cheek, a mix of shock and amusement, and says firmly what she wants to say.

"She's in love with you, and you're the only one who doesn't see." You're shocked now. It's not true. It can't be. "The whole college knows, but you're too naive to see. Or if you does, you fake it really well."

"Who told you that?"

"It doesn't need to be said. She does everything for you, she does things that even I, your actual girlfriend, don't."

"You're lying. You're lying because you're jealous. You just don't like her." You believe in her. Everything seems clear to you now.

Wanda treats you like a queen. She helps with your studies and homework, cooks for you, and buys you things. Her eyes shine every time you tell her you love her. The reality hits you hard. You get up, take off Natasha's clothes, and put yours from last night back on.

"Where are you going?" Natasha puts her clothes back on too, following you. "Wait." She grabs your wrist.

"Let me go, Natasha." You pull your arm away and leave. "And don't follow me."

...

Wanda washed the last dish, put it in the dish rack, and then dried her hands on the cloth napkin. She hopes that everything went well with Natasha and her parents. She wishes that, yes, but there's another part of her that doesn't. She doesn't hate Natasha, but she has no love for the blonde.

There's a knock on the door. Maybe you'll be there, happy or sad. But you'll tell her everything that happened. She opens it, and it's Natasha.

"What are you doing here?" Wanda asks, stiff.

"I'm looking for my girlfriend. Is she here?" It was a successful dinner, Natasha's search for you in Wanda's dorm.

"I thought she was with you," Wanda said, her voice firm as the blonde walked in. "What have you done?"

"I didn't do anything."

"Oh, really?" Wanda crossed her arms and smiled, snippy. "It's clear to me that you've ruined everything."

"I didn't. You did."

"What are you talking about?"

"She told me about you two. She said you had sex." Natasha approaches Wanda, her face close to the tall one. "I should beat you, but you don't stand a chance."

"You don't scare me," Wanda firmly responds.

"I respect that," Natasha smiles, impressed. "How do you feel knowing that she is mine?"

"She is not yours," Wanda demands, her smile defiant.

"I know you're in love with her," Natasha stated firmly, Wanda's jaw clenched and hands firmly gripping the cloth napkin. "But she doesn't see you like this. It's sad, even if you try really hard, she's never going to be with you because she loves me." Wanda took a step back, the blonde's voice ringing with confidence.

"That's why you're looking for her. You told her that," Wanda stares at the woman, her eyes sharp. "You're an asshole, Natasha." Wanda grabs her phone and calls you. "She was not supposed to know this," Natasha watches Wanda's desperation with pity. "No, no, no! She will stop talking to me. She'll hate me."

Natasha doesn't know the reason why, but she begins to feel sad. Wanda keeps repeating 'no'."

"She can't hate me. I don't have anyone else."

"Wanda, calm down. She doesn't hate you. In fact, she's in love with you too." Natasha knows it's the truth, even though it hurts to admit it.

"Don't even think about saying something so ridiculous."

"It's not nonsense. It's the truth." Wanda stops trying to call you. "I think she ran from me because she feels guilty. For me and for you." Natasha's back on the door.

"We need to find her."

"Let's go to her dorm. Michelle probably saw her." Wanda never imagined that she would join Natasha. "I have a question for you."

"What question?"

"Why do you hate me?" Natasha's eyes are fixed on her, clearly interested.

"I don't hate you. I... I envy you." They both face each other. "You have everything. A family, dad and mom, a sister. A good life." Wanda feels her eyes full. "I don't have nothing except her." She dries one single tear.

"We're going to find her. Don't worry."

...

Those high heels are killing your feet. Walking for so long in those was a stupid idea. You stop at the library on campus, hoping that no one will find you. You sit on the stairs, hands at your sides, breathing out loudly. Everything is so strange now. Wanda loves you, and you're an idiot for not noticing. Everyone knows it, but why didn't anyone tell you? And Natasha knew that. It's so clear why they hate each other.

"You know, it doesn't open on Sundays." You know that voice. You hate that voice.

"What do you want, Maria?" She sits down next to you.

"You're in a bad mood today. Did you and your girlfriend fight again?" You rolled your eyes. "Or is it your other girlfriend?"

"Shut up," Maria laughs at you, her voice cutting through the air.

"Hey, calm down. How do you feel knowing that everyone fights for you?" You look at her. "Including guys. Bucky... Well, he'll sell his life to the devil just to fuck you."

"You're so annoying," she says, but it doesn't make her mad.

"Just because I said the truth out loud?" She gets up. "Just for the record, I'll be right here when you get tired of your hot girlfriend."

"Only in your dreams."

You watch her leave. Then, you get up, take off your shoes, and head to your dorm, which is just a few feet away. There are a few students playing on the field when you enter the building. The door is closed, but you know it's not locked. You forgot your keys at Natasha's, and there are voices inside. Michelle might be having visitors, but you hope it's not Peter. He is really annoying.

You open the door to find Natasha and Wanda inside, Michelle on their side. The three of them look at you, relieved.

"You scared us, girl," Michelle says, punching your arm. "I'm going to meet Peter. See you."

It's uncomfortable. They're staring at you, burning your skin with their gaze. It's as if you're naked in front of them.

"Detka, I'm sorry," Natasha states firmly, her voice unwavering. "Please, I shouldn't call you that."

You forgave Natasha, but you want to hear Wanda. You want to hear the truth.

"You're not going to say anything?" You demand, getting close to Wanda.

"What you want me to say?"

"You're so..."

"Spit it out!" You're both so close that you can see the sadness in her eyes.

"You're an idiot."

"She was looking for you, Detka. It's not fair," Natasha states firmly.

"Please, don't hate me. I'll do anything, just don't stop talking to me." Her tone is firm but you can hear the sorrow.

"I don't hate you."

"You don't?" the blonde looked at Wanda with an obvious challenge. "But-" You kiss her, Wanda's eyes wide open in shock, but when you hold her face and bring her close, she finally accepts what happened, holding your waist.

You don't care if Natasha doesn't like it, you need to do this. Without looking at your girlfriend, you grab her jacket and pull her, being away from Wanda's lips, to pressed yours firmly against Natasha's.

"I don't want to choose." You always knew what you want, what you need, and right now you need both of them.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

[lives-in-midgard]

You will be remembered

[notanactressyayy]

⚠️ Scarlett's fandom, we got a job to do! ⚠️

I think everyone's aware of Michael Joseph Branham, the guy who's been stalking Scarlett since 2022. He knows where she lives, and sent multiple items to her house, babies toys, letters, and claims to be Cosmo's (her son) father.

Her publicist Marcel and her team are asking for our help! To send them the most information possible. Print screens, accounts, anything useful to help the police and the Law Enforcement to catch this guy.

ANY INFORMATION you have, send to @/whatsupscarlett on X (twitter), who is in direct contact with her team.

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We can also help by reporting all of his accounts on every social media (his username is basically his full name) like Instagram, Twitter, Facebook, etc.

He also tries to get in touch with Scarlett by sending dms to fanpages, thinking it's her — so also be mindful of posting about Scarlett's next events locations.

Let's do everything in our power to protect our Scarlett and put this motherfucker behind bars!!

@scarjosii22

[gingiesworld]

I write mainly for Wanda and Elizabeth Olsen/Her characters but I am open to write for the characters listed below.

Also requests are closed until further notice :)

As are my asks if anyone ever wants to chat. I also don't allow any hate towards anyone on here.

18+ Only.

Minors DNI

Elizabeth Olsen

Wanda Maximoff AU

Wanda Maximoff Avengers

MILF Wanda Maximoff

Innocent Wanda Maximoff

Professor Maximoff

Sister Maximoff

Leigh Shaw

Other Charaters by Elizabeth Olsen

Scarlett Johansson

Natasha Romanoff

Maria Hill

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Gingies Horrorfest 2023

Gingie's 12 Days Of Christmas Event

I hope you all have a fab day/night and happy reading beautiful people :)

[wandas6-gf]

Y/N: FOUR MONTHS.

Natasha: What are they talking about?

Wanda: Nothing.

Y/N: THAT’S HOW LONG YOU STOOD BY AND WATCHED ME WATER A FAKE PLANT.

Yelena: *hysterical laughter in the background*

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Could you possibly do these prompts for Natasha ?

23, "Like my name that much, do you..? Moan it then... Moan my name, [insert pet-name]...

27, "Darling... you sound sinfully delicious...

33, "Don't do that... Let me see you."

~🌴 a writer you talk to :)

Hey hey hey 🌴 anon!! Thank you for the request <3 I can absolutely do this. Thank you for your patience! Enjoy 💞💞

Caught and Captured ~Agent Natasha Romanoff xFem Agent!Reader

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

#23. "Like my name that much, do you..? Moan it then... Moan my name, [insert pet-name]..."

#27. "Darling... you sound sinfully delicious..."

#33. "Don't do that... Let me see you."

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!, smut, self-pleasure, implied voyeurism kink, eating out, kissing, teasing, implied future smut, etc.

Enjoy (;

The tension on the Quinjet was palpable. One could cut it with a knife…

You, Agent Romanoff, and two other agents were flying back to the Avengers compound from a heated mission. As soon as you landed, Romanoff was nowhere to be seen. You scoffed at the redheads behavior.

“What’s up?” One of your fellow agents asked you.

“Hmm nothing just Romanoff…” you huffed.

You were all handed the paperwork for the mission, meaning your day would be filled to the brim by boring bureaucracy. You grumbled to the other agents along the way about Agent Romanoff and how frustrating you found her.

She had led the mission, and she didn’t ever give you a chance. She didn’t seem to trust you. You were always the one left at the jet, or stuck on surveillance. It boiled your blood. She didn’t respect you.

By the end of the day, you had finally finished the days paperwork. You were tired, and you needed a shower. You made it to your personal room, dropping your things. You didn't even make it to the bathroom, flopping down on your bed, your hand immediately wandering down beneath your uniform pants.

You sighed out in content as your fingers circled around your clit. Quickly, you brought yourself to the edge, more and more not keeping your volume in check. And your mind could not help but revolve around a certain redhead...

As you were so close to cumming, you heard a creak at the door. Your hand jolted out from your pants, and your eyes shot open. Your wide eyes met Natasha leaning against the doorway.

"Darling... you sound sinfully delicious..." Romanoff purred with a wicked grin on her face.

You began panicking, your mind spiraling. Your mouth went completely dry, you were frozen. But Natasha wasn't. She closed your door, making sure to lock it and came over to you. She straddled your lap with ease, making you extremely flustered.

"You were thinking about me, weren't you...?" the redhead cockily taunted.

You gulped and blushed. Hard. You nodded slowly.

"No..." she growled, "Say it."

"I was... thinking of you, Natasha..." you whimpered.

Your words made the woman smirk in wicked delight. She then began grinding done in your lap, making you whimper out even more. Her lips then found yours, and that's when you knew that this woman owned your ass. The kiss got passionate quickly, and pretty soon, the two of you were throwing your clothes off and aside.

Once fully on display, you instinctually tried to cover yourself.

"Don't do that... Let me see you." Natasha cooed, swatting your hands away.

The redhead then situated herself in between your legs. And her hot mouth almost immediately found home in your core. You whimpered and moaned out in desperate pleasure.

"More please more...!!" you moaned.

"Like my name that much, do you..? Moan it then... Moan my name, Detka..." Natasha taunted.

"Please Natasha Please Please!!" You moaned loudly.

"Sound so pretty, Detka..." the redhead wickedly cooed, "Let's see what other pretty sounds I can pull from you..."

The woman then slipped two of her fingers into your aching heat.

God she was going to be your downfall...

~~~

Natasha Romanoff Masterlist

[fandomnerd9602]

Y/N and Wanda nuzzle against the kitchen counter…

Natasha: babes? You coming in? Movie’s starting

Wanda: one second, detka

Wanda kisses Y/N’s nose…

Wanda: why do I need a movie? I got the entertainment right here.

Natasha walks in and nuzzles them both…

Natasha: movie can wait. I need you both in my arms

[writershapeholeonthedoor]

Marry you (part 2)

Pairing: Elizabeth Olsen x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your girlfriend proposed, your friends are happy for you, and still have to work.

Disclaimer: English is not my first language. Also, it was a suggestion from one of you, so enjoy!

READ PART ONE HERE | READ PART THREE | MASTERLIST

There was no reason for you to be doing that, you knew it, but you couldn’t help but duck behind a pillar when you noticed the crowd that was gathering behind the stage for the next panel. Most of the people there were working to make sure everything was working or helping the celebrities to get where they needed to be in time, and you felt ridiculous to be hiding from there, although you needed a few extra minutes to take a deep breath before going on stage. It was early in the morning, way earlier than you ever wanted to be awake and out of bed, but it would be a very busy day for everyone.

You would be attending the panel for the new Black Widow movie, which your character would be a part of, but you knew some of your castmates would be participating in other panels and interviews, many of which would happen at the same time in different locations inside the gigantic space where the convention was happening. One of those other panels, speaking of, was one that your girlfriend, Elizabeth Olsen, was going to attend.

No, scratch that.

Your fianc��e.

Your fiancée.

Oh, God, Elizabeth was your fiancée now.

It had happened just last night and you couldn’t believe it yet. You did expect to wake up that morning and realize it had been a dream, but no. The ring on your finger made it all very real.

And what a fucking beautiful ring. It wasn’t too big or ostentatious, but it also held small engravings on the gold band and a round diamond on top. You still hadn’t gotten used to the weight of it on your hand, but you had smiled like a silly lovesick girl when Elizabeth kissed it inside the hotel room you were sharing before you parted ways to attend different panels that morning.

It has been an hour and you were missing her already.

Pathetically.

With a deep breath, you decided to peek around the pillar you were hiding behind, letting your eyes study how many people were still around. You didn’t know why exactly you were hiding, but you weren’t feeling like facing anyone yet. The ring on your finger seemed to be shining more than the sun itself, people would surely notice it, but you were also feeling a bit overwhelmed. You couldn’t stop smiling even if you barely slept at all last night and no one around you seemed to be in the same vibe as you, not to mention you could hear the fans outside filling the room as it got closer and closer from the panel to start.

You were about to hide again when you caught a glimpse of a blonde hair passing by and your head snapped to the side in time to see Scarlett Johansson walking slowly while typing something in her phone. You hadn’t seen her before and, for a moment, you were afraid she wouldn’t show up - which was ridiculous since she was, literally, the most important character of the movie, and of course she would be there.

"Hey, pss,” you whispered after forming a shell with your hand around your mouth. Now you were completely sure you looked like an idiot. “Scarlett.”

The actress heard you, luckily, and she raised her head with a grimace already looking around to see where you were. You waved to her and waited until Scarlett spotted you before waving for her to join you behind the pillar. “What am I, a cat?” She said as soon as she stopped in front of you, although she didn’t look angry. Just in case she was, though, you raised your hand to her eye level and pursed your lips as you waited for her to spot the ring. Which she did, just a couple of seconds later. “OH MY GOD!” Scarlett yelled in surprise. Her eyes widened and it seemed like she was going to grab your hand to take a better look, but she gave up on the last second as if she couldn’t believe it was real.

You knew the feeling.

“I KNOW!” You yelled back, not even carrying anymore if someone saw you there. You weren’t alone anymore, it was fine.

Scarlett finally held your hand and one of her fingers ran through the ring just to be sure she wasn’t imagining it. “What the heck?!”

“I KNOW!” You repeated still as loud as before.

Scarlett, however, had started smiling and she just looked at you with bright happy eyes. “Why are you surprised?” She teased you with humor.

You snorted, put one hand on your waist and waved with the other one. “Well, that was a hell of a catch,” you joked back before your face also broke into a blinding smile. You were so happy to be telling the news to someone, a friend nonetheless. You had no idea it would feel like that.

“Oh, honey,” the blonde laughed and crossed her arms, now fully invested in the conversation that was about to happen. “How? When? I have so many questions!”

Your heart swelled with joy to see your friend being as excited and happy about it as you. It was good to have people like Scarlett in your life, someone who would celebrate with you. “Last night,” you started answering her. You put your hand between both of you and, like magnets, you looked down at the ring at the same time. “Lizzie said she couldn’t let me go around with that stupid proposal as my only proposal, and then she just…” You couldn’t fully explain everything that had happened. How that stupid chauvinist had proposed to you on the panel the day before and how that led to your girlfriend making you a real proposal later that night. It had been fun to reply to the man with your usual sarcasm and joke saying he ruined your first proposal, but it was absolutely out of this world when Elizabeth asked you to marry her. Since you didn’t know how to explain how you felt, you just shook your head and, with wide eyes as if you still couldn’t believe it, you said: “Scarlett, she got down on her knee.”

Scarlett’s reaction was purely to humor you, for sure, because she tilted her head to the side and grinned while narrowing her eyes. “Where is this conversation going?” She joked and you shared a laugh at the double meaning of your previous words. Eventually, Scarlett just pulled you in for a thigh hug. “I’m so happy for you guys, really. It doesn't take a genius to see you're meant to be together.” She pulled away, already reaching out for your hand again to take another look at the ring. “Even if I lost the bet.”

You weren’t sure you had heard correctly what she said, or even if you were supposed to hear that, but it made you frown. “What bet?”

Yes, you totally shouldn’t have heard that based on the way Scarlett’s eyes snapped back at you and her mouth hung open. “What?” She was playing dumb, you could see that. After letting out what surely was a fake chuckle, she waved a hand dismissively. “No, no bet.”

“Scarlett.” You said her name as a warning for her to start explaining herself.

If the woman in front of you were the Black Widow, you most likely would be dead before you were able to finish saying her name. But that was sweet little angel Scarlett, who brings food on set for everyone and has a teddy bear phone case, so she didn’t stand a chance.

“There was a bet going on among the cast of who was going to propose,” she explained, saying the words as quickly as she could as if that could prevent you from understanding them.

“Are you guys serious?!” You asked with an eye roll, but you weren’t angry about it. Would you have liked to know your castmates and friends were making bets on you? Sure. But you didn’t exactly mind since it was such a small thing.

“Hey, I put all my chips on you!” Scarlett tried to defend herself, even going as far as squeezing your hand and pouting.

And, really, you were a bit honored by that. “Jesus,” you mumbled while pinching your nose. “Okay, fine, I'm letting that one slide.”

Before any of you could say anything, someone from the production walked past while shouting a warning. “Everyone, two minutes before going on stage!”

“Where's Florence?” You asked, already looking around to find the other actress since you three were going to enter together. You luckily spotted her chatting with someone just a few feet away. “Oh, over there.”

“Are you taking that off?” Scarlett’s question brought your attention back to her.

You noticed she was pointing at your ring and you immediately placed your hand against your chest, covering it with the other one. “What? Why?!”

Scarlett simply arched her eyebrows to your dramatic reaction before explaining what she meant. “People will notice it. People notice everything.”

“I'm never taking this off!” You affirmed quickly, also shaking your head. “I don’t know how I managed to convince her the first time, I’m not running any risks.”

Scarlett ended up huffing a laugh and rolling her eyes to the ceiling while moving her lips in silence, apparently saying something to herself. When she looked at you again, she had a soft smile on her lips. “You're too precious, I hope you know that,” she declared, which made your face turn head very fast. “Florence, you won.”

“What did I win?” You hadn’t even realized Florence was walking towards you two until she actually stopped by your side. She was holding a water bottle between her hands and she was sporting a small smile while she waited for an explanation. All you did, though, was raise your hand again. It was even funnier the second time, you thought while watching her eyes going wide. “Holy fucking shit!” And, of course, Florence didn’t watch her language like Scarlett did.

Not surprisingly, Scarlett slapped her shoulder like the older sister she basically was. “Language, girl.”

“I missed one day of this convention and Y/N got engaged?!” Florence ignored Scarlett’s scolding, but she looked at the other blonde while you laughed at them. “What happened?”

“Apparently, Elizabeth even got on her knee and everything,” Scarlett teased you with a shrug.

“Oh, sounds kinky,” Florence also joked as she turned to look at you again.

“Okay, no.” You shook your head. “We’re not going there. Look, they’re calling us to go on stage, we need to go.”

“You’re not out of the hook yet!” Florence shouted behind you after you walked past them.

“No, Flo, she’s on the hook forever now,” Scarlett corrected her and you rolled your eyes when you heard them sharing a laugh.

Inside, you were just happy they existed.

[...]

“Okay, so yesterday people started this little joke on Twitter,” the next fan started talking on the microphone after you were done answering another question someone had made, “and Y/N we all want to know your answer to that.” You just knew, by his tone alone, that you weren’t going to like the question he was about to ask. “Snog, marry, kill. Captain Marvel, Black Widow and the Scarlet Witch.”

If you hadn’t received an annoyed message from not only your agent but also from someone from Marvel, you would have replied to him with the same sass you used the day before to the fan who asked you to marry him. But you had been warned about playing nice for the rest of the convention if you didn’t want to have a more serious conversation about it. You doubted they would fire you - especially considering that Holland still had his job even after several slip-ups he did over the years - but you also didn’t want to risk it. They might end up screwing your character's storyline just because they could.

So, resigned to play nice, you got a bit closer to the edge of the comfortable chair you were sitting on and placed the microphone closer to your mouth. “Oh, that’s an easy one,” you started, pretending you were having this conversation with your friends so it wouldn’t feel too weird. “Kill Captain Marvel.” As expected, you heard the commotion around, but you kept going. “You know, I can't possibly date someone who can fly out of Earth at any second, I need some stability,” you explained, joking about the last part and drawing some laughs from the crowd and your castmates.

You knew Brie wouldn’t let you live that one, but you would deal with your friend later on.

“I would marry Natasha, 'cus she's a softie” You turned your head to look at Scarlett, who was already smiling at you. Still feeling grateful for the conversation you had with her before, and suddenly being hit by a wave of affection towards her, you leaned over to kiss her cheek, which made the fans coo and clap. “You know, looks like could kill you and could kill you, but is just a cinnamon roll on the inside,” you joked. “Aren't we all suckers for that?”

You received a series of agreements from the crowd and you dramatically raised your hands in a ‘told you so’ motion. You paused after that when your eyes met Scarlett’s again and you shared a laugh at the ridiculousness of it all.

After the laugh died, you kept the game going. “And I would snog Wanda because it sounds like it could be fun, but she's a bit too volatile to try to forge a relationship - I’m sorry Vision - and I’m playing safe here.” You finished your answer by putting the microphone down as you heard more laughs.

Florence leaned closer to you to whisper something to tease you about your answer and you laughed, but it took only a moment before you collected yourselves to continue the panel. Thankfully, the next questions were made for either Scarlett or the movie’s director, so you had a few minutes break even if you couldn’t exactly leave the stage. You tried to pay attention to what everyone was saying so you would know what to do if someone put you in the middle of a conversation, but you basically just set there with your legs crossed and one arm hanging from the armrest while absent-mindedly playing with your new ring.

Your engagement ring.

God, who did that happen anyway? How did you get so lucky? Lucky enough to have Elizabeth saying ‘yes’ when you asked her out on a date years ago, lucky enough to have Elizabeth loving you, and now lucky enough to be chosen to spend the rest of your lives together. There were moments when you still thought you were dreaming, but that was real. Very real.

You loved Elizabeth with all your being, with all you were, with all you had. You woke up every day because you needed to see her, to hold her, to talk to her, and you went to bed because she would be there with you. You never thought love could be such a powerful emotion until you met her.

You only realized your mind had wandered away when you felt a gentle hand touching your knee. You looked up and saw the interviewer looking at you expectantly, but it had been Scarlett who touched you and she came to save you without having to think about it. She repeated the question that was made with a hint of humor, so smoothly that no one would know she did that to help you out since it was clear you weren’t paying attention. Once again, you were grateful for the people in your life.

You replied to the question easily since it was about your favorite scene from the previous movies, and the panel continued. The last question, though, was once again directed at you and it made a giant smile to curl your lips up.

“Y/N, is that an engagement ring on your finger? Did the man from yesterday manage to convince you?”

The question was made by a young girl who held no malice in her voice, so you weren’t mad at it. She sounded curious and innocent enough, that’s why you smiled and looked down at your ring again. You hoped no one would bring it up, but that had been wishful thinking.

“Well, yes, it is,” you answered and were immediately rewarded with an eruption of applause and happy screams from the fans. You laughed a bit and raised your voice to be heard above all the noise. “Not from the man though!” Then, you waited until the crowd calmed themselves - and for Scarlett to explain to Florence what they were talking about since the younger actress hadn’t been there the day before. “But I guess I could thank him, too. I would, if he hadn’t been an asshole,” you joked. “My girlfriend proposed to me yesterday. She said she had to try to save my first proposal somehow.”

“Wait, you have a girlfriend?!” You heard someone yell from one of the front seats.

You hadn’t made your relationship with Elizabeth public, but you also hadn’t let your relationship status be public either. You just didn’t talk about it, didn’t post any pictures, and didn’t make any comments during interviews, so people just assumed you were single. It worked perfectly for you because no one was poking their noses in your life trying to figure out who a mysterious girlfriend might be or micro-examining every interaction you had with all of your friends to try to get an answer.

Now, though, you wanted to yell from the roof so everyone could hear that you were engaged. You and Elizabeth didn’t have the time to discuss that after she asked you to marry her because you got busy with the celebration and you both had to leave early that morning, but you knew Elizabeth wouldn’t mind you telling people about it. You would keep from saying Elizabeth’s name still, mostly because you didn’t want to ruin the peace your two lived in, but also because you were in the middle of a convention with several panels and other interviews to happen for the rest of the day and the next two days as well. You didn’t want your relationship to become the biggest subject of it, to have people ask you and her at every opportunity when you all should be talking about your characters, movies and series.

You and Elizabeth would find the perfect moment to announce it to the world, but that wasn’t going to happen right there.

So, instead of giving people more details, you jokingly allowed Florence to hold your hand as if you were showing off your ring to her and said: “Am I a lucky girl or what?”

The panel ended right after that, fortunately, and you all left while waving at the fans and saying your goodbyes. You had just stepped outside of the stage when you spotted Elizabeth leaning against some big black boxes with her arms crossed. She opened a smile as soon as your eyes met, and you wasted no time to run towards her and jump into her arms as if you hadn’t seen her for years.

“How’s my fiancée?” She asked with her lips pressed against your ear. She brushed a kiss right under your lobe and you sighed contently while your entire body melted against her. You heard her letting out an amused chuckle, but you didn’t mind. “I mean, I don’t know if you are my fiancée,” she joked and pulled away from you.

You didn’t let her go too far, though, keeping your arms around her neck. Elizabeth placed both hands on your hips and her smile never disappeared, as if she was just as content as you from having you in her arms. “What do you mean?” You asked with a pout.

“You wouldn’t marry Wanda?” Elizabeth asked with one eyebrow quirked. “That wounded me.” She put a hand against her chest and shook her head, looking sad for just a brief moment before you rolled your eyes and pinched her side, which made her laugh.

“No, I wouldn’t marry Wanda,” you reinforced before showing her your tongue like a brat. “I’m already marrying you!”

“Oh, I don’t know.” You barely had time to notice Scarlett and Florence approaching you two before Florence kept going with her teasing. “She did say she would marry Natasha.”

“If you’re not going to help me, you should be quiet, Pugh,” you jokingly snarled at her before looking at Elizabeth with a fake innocent face. You pretended to be methodically straightening the sleeves of her dress when you spoke next. “We’re not inviting Florence to our wedding.”

You heard your friend gasping by your side and Scarlett laughing loudly at your antics, but all that mattered was the way Elizabeth smiled down at you while shaking her head fondly. When she leaned down to kiss your lips, you met her halfway even if you knew you had to be fast. You two had a lot of work to do yet and you couldn’t run the risk of anyone from the press to snap a picture of you like that.

“You guys are the cutest couple I have ever seen,” Florence commented when your lips met for only a second.

“Stop trying to get invited back,” Scarlett teased her.

“Elizabeth wouldn’t let me out of this.” You turned your head in time to see Florence sticking her tongue out at the older actress, which earned her another playful scold.

“Oh, I don’t know, Florence,” Elizabeth replied with fake sadness. “I wouldn’t want to let the wife mad.”

“And that’s how I know this marriage is going to work out just great,” you joked before the four of you laughed again.

| this had been suggested by @jusnough

[auroraromaximoff]

(Nat trying to practice flirting)

Nat: I made tea

Y/n: No thanks, I don’t want tea

Nat: The tea isn’t for you, it’s mine

Y/n: Then why mention it?

Nat: *shrugs* Conversation starter?

Y/n: *laughs* That’s a terrible conversation starter

Nat: Oh is it? We’re conversing aren’t we? Checkmate

Y/n: You’re lucky you’re cute

Nat: You think I’m cute? *malfunctions*

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