#scarlett x fem!reader

[romanoffsbish]

I’m a Barbie Girl

Scarlett Johansson x F!R

Scarlett & you reach new heights in your relationship after an interesting, boozy conversation about the Barbie movie. (Literally saw these photos of Scar and I just went with the Barbie inspo)

WC: 1,422

Scarlett spoke with conviction besides you about the strong social implications made in the movie you two had just finished seeing.

Barbie—Starring Margot Robbie, Directed by Greta Gerwig, and adored by countless women.

You'd tried to listen to your girlfriend, to pay attention to the very real topic at hand, but the movie theater cocktail—because that's a thing now—had actually gotten to you. If your lover wasn't so enamored by the movie, she would've smugly teased you for being such a lightweight.

——

It was only as she shifted to face you after putting the car in park that she began to see.

"What did you think of the movie?" She'd asked, only to regret ever opening her mouth.

"It was very interesting Scarly," you sung, "But there's just something really bothering me."

Scarlett dropped her hand to your thigh in a comforting gesture and chuckled, "Yeah?"

She'd naively hoped it was about the realistic patriarchal system we live under, but it wasn't.

You nodded and narrowed your eyes to insinuate just how perturbed you were. "There's a massive plot hole in the script!"

Scarlett hummed, nodding her head for you to continue as she tried to suppress her growing smirk so as to not upset or distract you further.

"Yeah! The casting directors are idiots!" You seethed, hints of a bitter strawberry wafted beneath her nose and she cringed at just how intense the smell of alcohol was. She wondered how they could legally sell that strong of booze.

"How could they claim to be able to see when they didn't even cast you in it, it's an outrage! You could've been business barbie, with that short, sexy side swooped hair of yours wearing a grey pinstriped suit holding a briefcase."

"That sounds like Mafia barbie," she teased, and you pouted. "I'm serious Scarlett Ingrid Johansson! You are meant to be a Barbie!"

"I think all the ladies did a wonderful job my love, plus my schedule was busy anyways, and I am content with being your personal barbie."

"No silly, nobody owns anybody in Barbieland! You could be nurse barbie, and I'll be beach so that you could resuscitate me with your lips."

Scarlett took advantage of your suggestion and shamelessly pecked your lips and you beamed, "Exactly! See, you're perfect for the role."

"That's because those lips were made for me," the actress leaned in again, holding the kiss for much longer and bringing a sensuality to the moment as she cherished the taste of you. As she pulled away with a heavy sigh, and wide smile she felt content with the moment. The way you brought so much joy and love to her life was such a beautiful thing. You entered her life just as she'd sworn love off and reminded her just why she'd been a hopeless romantic.

"I'd probably be trash barbie," you said over a sniffle and Scarlett blinked rapidly trying to figure out when you'd started crying. She cursed herself for not noticing the aura shift. "You'd be so out of my league Scar," you were on the verge of sobbing now so the blonde got out of the vehicle and quickly got you out of your seat and pulled you into her chest.

"Baby no, you'd be priceless barbie, yeah, with a heart of pure gold, this gorgeous physique, stunning eyes and the key to my very heart."

You pulled back with eyes that glistened with tears beneath the moonlight, and a pout that made your girlfriend nearly melt into a puddle. Then you whined, "So I am Kenough for you then Scarly?" and she nearly lost it at just how serious, and downright pitiful your tone was.

"You're more than Kenough for me baby," she replied softly, forgoing her own dignity as she repeated the absolutely absurd play on words.

Scarlett held her hands on your hips and gently guided you in the house with the idea that she should get you a sobering glass of water. "Am I cellulite barbie?" Scarlett rolled her eyes as she sat you onto the couch. "Everyone is my love."

You hummed thoughtfully, and leaned back into the cushions as a wave of exhaustion pulsed throughout your body. You yawned, "I could be the Humble Servant Barbie to your Goddess. Do whatever you need and more."

Scarlett barked a raspy laugh, then suddenly her body was straddling yours making you gasp affectedly. Your naughty hands went to roam, but the blonde curbed your intentions as she lifted a cup to your face and you gulped it down as you eyed her knowing smirk curiously.

"That's our most accurate pairing thus far." You smiled, and looked to her with so much adoration in your eyes that she couldn't stop herself from drowning in the warmth of you.

There was no one else for her, she'd known that for awhile now, but this moment was clarifying in a way it had no business being. Scarlett decidedly clung to the moment though, her body suddenly leaned over yours and pulled a hidden box from the corner table. Her lips quickly pressed into yours again for a courage boost, and to shield your curious hazy eyes.

Why wait right?

"What about, you're Bridezilla Barbie, and I'm Whatever She Wants is Fine Barbie?" You looked at her in shock, eyes blinking slowly as you fought the exhaustion off long enough to register what she meant. The blur of something sparkling telling you this was a real moment.

"Scarlett, I am too drunk for you to prank me."

The blonde starlet frowned, and without a yes she slid the diamond on your finger, then she brought your hand to her lips to kiss over it. "I'm not pranking you baby, I'm dead serious."

You squealed so loud her ears rang, then you launched upwards startling her. You shocked her, because even in your hazy stupor you managed to flip your positions and press her into the couch. Scarlett's beam matched yours as she looked up at you, "Is that a yes then?"

You exaggeratedly rolled your eyes, "It's an of course you beautiful idiot! What fool do you take me for to say no to a lifetime with you?" Scarlett released a sigh, her smile trembled softly giving way to her insecurity, and you leaned down to kiss away all of her lingering fears of rejection, and to give her that yes.

"I'll marry you right now, on this very couch," you teased, "It doesn't matter when, or how, but do know I'm irrevocably yours Scarlett."

"All mine," she reciprocated your words, her hands gripped your hips tighter, and the both of you spent the next half hour lost in a steamy lip lock that only ended due to exhaustion.

"Let's get cleaned up and go to bed baby," she nudged your shoulder, you begrudgingly left the comfort of her neck, pulling back with a pout that she loudly giggled at. "Come now, I want to properly cuddle with my fiancé!"

Scarlett's heart warmed at the sight of your growing smile. A simple title change had you radiating with this untempered joy, she couldn't wait to see the reaction she'll get on the day it's finally swapped out for wife.

Scarlett once again guided your teetering form, she took you straight to the bathroom, and you patiently followed instructions as she used her brands skin care night time products on the both of you. Then she ushered you off to bed, and slipped in right behind you once all the doors were locked and lights turned off.

"Marriage is in support of the patriarchal nonsense Scar," you murmured over a yawn while pressing back into her. "Which is rude, but like, the idea of being your wife is dreamy."

Scarlett grunted softly as you moved again to roll onto your back and peer up at her, it was clear she was beyond exhausted now. Yet even with her eyes closed she smiled down at you. "We don't have to tell the government baby, I just want to celebrate our love with friends and family, and be able to forever call you my wife."

"I can't wait," you whispered dreamily, and your fiancé watched with a tired, amused gaze as you slipped off to slumber with a smile.

"Goodness me, you're just so precious baby," she said in a teasing tone as she pecked your parted lips. "Forever mine, and never again to question your beauty, or place in my world."

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[xqueen-of-disasterx]

The winner takes it all

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Scarlett Johansson x fem!reader

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

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

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

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

𝐌.𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

:)

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[waltermis]

WHO THE FUCK MADE THIS?? WHY???? HOW COULD YOU????

[romanovthinkver]

imagine humping natasha’s big cock. she’s leaned on the propped pillows on your bed with a smirk and watches you pathetically rock your hips on her clothed bulge. black boxers coated on your mixed juices, her fat big tip pocking, begging and seeking sone friction. you wine a lot wanting your daddy to grip at your hips to go faster, but natasha would only tsk.

you woke me up wanting my cock, little one, it’s all yours but daddy will not help you. use your strength on rocking your hips instead on whining.

fuck baby girl, look what you’re making at daddy’s cock. do you see baby, mh? a perfect cock slut that’s what you are.

what is it baby? can’t cum without daddy’s help mh? so pathetic. daddy always has to do all of the work because my dumb little baby can’t hump this big cock.

natasha, in the end, growl getting rid of her drenched boxers and proceeds to fuck you roughly; slapping your ass till it colours red and your pussy stuffed with her cum.

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[stayevildarling]

Natasha Romanoff x Reader- Whispered confessions

A/N: basically an Avengers with benefits kinda situation but reader whispers a confession she shouldn‘t have.

tw/tags: mild mention of a gunshot, mild mention of blood, lots of smut, nsfw, reader recieving, top nat recieving, oral, fingering, strap on, bit of angst, hurt/comfort

word count: 3.8k

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You had just stepped out of the shower moments ago, washing away the exhaustion and blood off your body from the last mission. Hair still damp and towel wrapped around your body, you hear a knocking on your door within the avengers compound, knowing exactly who was going to stand on the opposite side of it, that same look in her eyes.

And just as expected , your eyes fall upon Natasha, still in her uniform from today, her hair slightly messy and that same expression of hunger and lust in her eyes. She glances at your exposed body, silently asking for permission and to enter and you simply open the door further, walking away from her and once hearing the door shut behind you letting the towel sink from your body and exposing your naked form.

You glance behind your shoulder, seeing how her eyes turn considerably darker and without warning she lunges forward, her lips capturing yours in a fiery kiss as she pushes you to the nearest wall, your back hitting against it harder than either of you anticipated but not caring either way. Her breath is hot against you as she lifts you into her arms, your legs immediately wrapping around her waist as she carries you to the dining table, not caring about making it to bed.

You can see in her eyes how hungry and exhausted she is, this mission having undeniably been a lot and despite you getting the worst of it this time, neither of you could stop the hunger inside you for each other. Natasha trails sloppy and lazy kisses down your neck before trailing her mouth lower and lower until she reaches your sweet spot, your glistening core greeting her as she delves her tongue into you. You throw your head back in pleasure, the familiar feeling of having her between your legs sending a shiver down you and a heat throughout your entire body.

„Fuck“ you moan out as your chest heaves, the woman wasting no time as she pushes her tongue deeper inside you, drawing the sweetest noises from you. Your nails dig into her back and she knows it means you are already so close for her. „You‘re so filthy, ready to cum already“ she hisses as she extracts her tongue and bites the inside of your thighs, causing your breath to hitch. Her fingers enter you fast without warning, curling them deep inside you as her tongue attacks your sweet spot again, sending you tumbling right over the edge.

She doesn‘t give you time to relax, pulling you up as she kisses you hard, the desire dripping from you still as she forces her fingers into your mouth, letting you taste your arousal. „Are you gonna return the favor?“ she asks with a raised eyebrow and you roll your eyes a little at her antics, the stress quite literally radiating from her. You begin taking her uniform off, slow and deliberate as you begin kissing down her body, exposing her naked form and despite her eagerness you take the time to kiss her scars and bruises, a habit you do every time and despite her disapproval she lets you, just like she usually would.

She leans against the table as she spreads her legs, giving you access and pushing your head right into her center, making you return the favor and of course you do, never being able to deny the woman of anything. Your tongue works it‘s own magic, swirling perfectly against her clit before you run deeper and enter her, hitting her sweet spot. She would often wear her strap but tonight she must have been so desperate she found your room straight after debriefing. „Fuck detka“ she whispers as she throws her head back in pleasure. You can tell she is holding back, trying not to cum so fast so you can‘t make fun of her later but you move just the right ways, entering her with your tongue while rubbing her clit lazily, sending her right over the edge.

Her eyes burn with desire after you help her ride out her high, her eyes seeming much less stressed and tense as before. She doesn‘t waste a lot of time before silently asking your permission to use the bathroom and you nod, watching as she disappears in there. You wait patiently as you sit on your bed, by now dressed and some of her spare clothes on the bed as she had forgotten them last time. You greet her with a gentle smile when she returns and you can tell she is much less tense than before, a grateful smile tugged on her lips as she notices the clothes and begins dressing herself.

Your eyes watch her and the uncomfortable feeling in the pit of your stomach settles, the same as always upon having her leave. Once she is dressed she glances at you and the words leave you much quicker than you could stop yourself. „Do you wanna stay?“ you ask and her eyes widen once your word settle in. „I mean- we could have some pizza, watch a movie or something“ you mumble, scratching your neck nervously, expecting her to run the way she usually would but to your surprise she agrees. „Sure, only if I can have a large one and choose the movie“ she shrugs with a sly smile and your eyes light up as you nod. „Of course“ you agree and she chuckles as the two of you walk towards the sofa.

That was the first night Natasha stayed over, the two of you watching some action movies, chuckling at silly scenes and her making some avenger comments about your fellow team. The two of you ate pizza before you eventually fell asleep in front of the tv, the exhaustion heavy on your body and by the time you woke up again, you found yourself in bed, Natasha beside you, this not being the first time you had been in your bed with her. And when you realize she stayed, you smile, the same tingling feeling returning to your stomach, as you snuggle closer to the redhead.

The next morning, the two of you go for round two, knowing you would have some recruits training today and possibly another mission within the next few days. Natasha and you had been Avengers for years, you joining much later on when Yelena had originally brought you in, introduced you to the others, meant to give you a home for a while until Tony appreciated your talents. The first time you and Natasha had slept together was at one of his parties some months later, the two of you drunk, tense from some past missions and one thing leading to another. Natasha not able to refuse you in that suit and you not able to refuse her in that dark red dress.

And then it would keep happening, the late night knocks, the occasional quickies during an undercover mission. The ones in the gym after training recruits or the ones on the rooftop, the two of you tipsy while ditching some boring parties or get togethers. And you knew the woman partly used you for her own desires, to calm down from missions and to blow off steam and somehow you were doing the same but there had always been something different about the way you look at Natasha. You didn‘t see her as the Black Widow, the strong avenger or simply for the looks. You could see past it all, you could see beneath her walls, the cracks of pain from years of torture in the redroom.

You could easily tell if a mission was triggering her, if something was on her mind by the slight twitching of her lips or her hands balling into fists. You knew her inside out, the scars, visible ones and the ones hidden from years ago. And somehow everyone around you knew, knew what had been going on between you and knew the way you looked at Natasha. But somehow the two of you had been wrapped up in it all that you never noticed. Things began changing with the next mission, one that wasn‘t supposed to take long, a quick in and out when both you and the Black Widow got ambushed.

Several guards suddenly in your way and you saw the bullet flying way faster than Natasha did and without thinking twice you pushed her out the way, her features tense as she saw you on the floor, quickly calling for backup before fighting them off one by one, suddenly overtaken by rage. She stuck around while you got the wound stitched, nothing serious but she insisted on taking you back to your room either way. „What were you thinking?“ she hisses as she sees you sitting on the sofa moments later, staring at your bloody uniform. „You could have died“ she hisses and for the first time that night you could see something beyond her stern demeanor, wondering if she actually cared about you in that way.

You couldn‘t help yourself, despite the wincing and pain radiating off your entire body you cling to her, capturing her lips in yours. And she returns it, her hands instantly holding your body in place as she takes you to the sofa, moments later both your clothes abandoned on the floor and you saw the small buldge the entire mission, knowing she was wearing it for you tonight. You can tell she is hesitant, her hands so much more careful than usual, less rougher, as if you are the most delicate thing on the planet and she didn‘t mean to hurt you but you didn‘t care, needing the redhead more than anything tonight to stop your heart from swelling for her.

„Are you sure?“ she whispers as your lips connect to her neck, leaving desperate kisses, causing her own arousal to build. „Yes I don‘t care“ you moan, desperatly clutching onto the woman and holding her close to your body. „Please I want you inside me“ you moan upon noticing her holding back but your statement causes something in her eyes to turn considerably darker, her hands travelling down your body and her fingers collecting your wetness, checking whether you are ready for her and when she feels your soaked pussy, she can‘t help herself from sitting on the sofa , grabbing your hips and positioning you on top of her, her whole length filling you up and causing your pupils to blow. Your mouth forms into an „O“ shape as you cling to her lips again, hands steady on her shoulders as she keeps your hips in place, slowly rocking back and forth and seeing the pleasure overtake you slowly.

There was something different about tonight, the way you both clung to each other, despite the desperation, there being a slowness to it, a passion that usually wasn‘t there. Your lips never left each other‘s, eyes locking whenever you would open them, her cock entering you so slow and gently and the look in her eyes something that you hadn‘t seen before. Natasha doesn‘t need to speed up her movements, the two of you staying like this for the longest time while the world around you fades before she feels your familiar nails on her back, thrusting into you deeper before feeling your liquid cover her length, her own juices dripping down her cock moments later. „Tasha“ you moan in pleasure, her breath mingling with yours hot and needy.

„Detka“ she moans in your ear, the pet name sending you right into overdrive as you begin bouncing on her, the feeling sending a heat through your entire body. She watches in awe as you go for round two without adjusting, slamming into her, watching your tits bounce and your head thrown back in pleasure. She holds it in place, never taking her eyes off you. She needs you to cum for her and she needs it right now, wasting no time as she pulls you foward your chests collapsing against each other as she begins pounding into you hard, your entire body on fire, this feeling like no orgasm you have ever had before, so raw, so intimate that it causes you to collapse into her, your head falling onto her shoulders.

„You feel so good Y/N“ she whispers before you moan, sleepiness already taking over you at the exhaustion from todays mission and this. „I love you Tasha“ you whisper, the words leaving you much quicker than you can stop them, or even think about them. You feel her stiffening in your arms and your eyes widen upon realising what you had just done. There is a heavy silence and you carefully leave her lap, the emptiness of the silence and leaving her cock immediately leaving you hollow. You avoid her gaze, feeling so embarrassed before disappearing into the bathroom, having missed the expression on her face and how her entire world fell apart for a moment.

Leaning against the door you quickly sink down it, holding your breath before hearing your apartment door closing seconds later. And you sigh then, some part of you glad that she left as you couldn‘t find it in yourself to look at her after this. You end up collapsing into the shower, wiping away the lingering blood, sweat and exhaustion from the day. Yet Natasha lingers on your mind, knowing those words should have never escaped you, knowing those words would cause her so much hurt knowing her painful past and how guarded and careful she was with her heart. You knew this was just a relief for her, to take some edge of being an Avenger and you wish the words never escaped you, despite the vulnerability of the moment before.

That night you don‘t see Natasha, opting to give her some space, the same as the days following to the next mission, you kept to yourself mostly, training on your own instead of with the woman, missing the way she would make you laugh during and the way she would make you feel after. But the embarrassment of it all kept you hidden away, hoping she would simply carry on the way you both had been, hoping this wouldn‘t change anything, despite knowing the chances are slim. The next time you see her is on the quinjet a few days later, as she sits across you, greeting you with her casual smile and you are grateful she isn‘t ignoring you, even if it is for the sake of not showing something is going on in front of your teammates.

And somehow neither of you really saw each other much, the two of you assigned different tasks and somehow only seeing each other on the quinjet as she flies home and you tiredly collapse against a seat. Mission debriefing is quick as all of you simply want to get back to your own rooms and you can‘t get yourself to look at her, as she sits across from you, the shame and hurt taking over as you bolt out as soon as the meeting finishes. You never noticed her eyes searching yours during the meeting, how she was trying to communicate with you in silence, trying to catch up with you as she saw some tears in your eyes.

She had been on her way to her room, wanting to give you space when Clint had stopped her, pulled her aside and talked to her. Having been her longest friend, he knew all about you two, the woman never having said anything but not needing to. Whenever he mentioned your name or someone from the team her eyes softened, she was oddly protective about you and he of course figured out by now where she would often steal away to when catching her in the hallway. He had seen it on this mission, working closely with you how you seemed so sad and how Natasha seemed distant, how her eyes bored into yours during the meeting and how yours avoided her. „You need to tell her“ he said and the redhead simply acted like she didn‘t know what he is talking about, her guard high up as always.

„I know you don‘t think you know how to love or be loved Nat but I see it in your eyes and hers“ is all he said before putting his hand on her shoulder and squeezing it, a reassuring smile on his lips as he left her standing there, doing his part. And something within her changed then, she realizes that all along she had been holding back from allowing herself to feel what should have been obvious to her by now. Why she never minded you kissing her scars, why she never shared intimacy with anyone else like this before, why she kept running back to you when she felt vulnerable, beaten and broken. She loved you. And when that realisation ripples through her, she runs. She runs like she never had before, as if the world would stop and you would slip away if she didn‘t find and tell you right now.

Her breathing is heavy as she knocks on your door, her hands shaking and her eyes wide with realization. You had again just stepped out of the shower, ready to get into bed after this mission, barely in a towel as you open the door, assuming it was someone else as Natasha‘s knocks had always been quieter, much like the secrecy you shared with each other. When your eyes fall upon her, you immediately tense, noticing her state and concern overtaking you, never having seen her so serious before. „Tasha are you okay?“ you ask but she doesn‘t respond, pushing the door open before closing it with her leg, rushing towards you as her hands cup your cheeks, her lips hurriedly finding yours.

You close your eyes, surprised by the sudden shift in the kiss, so much more intense and so different to usual. Your mind runs wild as you figure out whether to stop her, knowing this shouldn‘t go on after your confession. Debating whether to keep going for your sake, the woman keeping you safe and warm always and not wanting to miss her embrace. You are so wrapped in it all you never notice your eyes watering and her pulling away upon feeling the tears on her hands. „I‘m sorry“ you whisper, your eyes still closed, as she wipes your tears with her thumbs. „I want this and I want you and I shouldn‘t have said what I did, I‘m sorry, I promise I can get past it“ you ramble on, missing the way her face crumbles upon hearing your words, understanding the pain you would go through to have her close.

„Detka.. Detka“ she stops you, and as you notice her thumbs still rubbing your cheeks you open your eyes and seeing her expression, so much unlike what you expected. „I‘m not here for that“ she encourages, her voice filled with so much softness, calm despite her hands shaking against you. „I.. I love you detka“ she finally speaks, the words taking your breath away as everything around you stops. Your heart beats out of your chest before the doubts creep in, wondering if she was only saying this because she felt bad for you and wanted to keep this going. „Tasha“ you sigh, as your eyes lock with her own. But you can see it then, behind her eyes, the truth. You can see love, a vulnerability that you have never seen before and a realization.

„But“ you try to protest, however the redhead doesn‘t let you. „No buts detka“ she smiles, her hands still not leaving your cheeks, keeping you close. „I shouldn‘t have ran, shouldn‘t have stayed away“ she admits and some more tears swell in your eyes upon hearing her version of the truth. She can see the doubts in your eyes, the insecurities and she wants to make sure to take them all away. „Why do you think I keep coming back to you? Why do you think I was so worried and mad when you got hurt because of me?“ she whispers and you smile sadly then, as she slowy wipes all the doubts from your face. „I love you, may I show you?“ she asks and you nod slowly, her lips capturing yours before she picks you up, taking you to bed this time, so much slower than usual, like the two of you have all the time in the world, there not being any rushing this time.

She lays you down gently, as if you are the most fragile thing on the planet. Her hands gently rid you from the towel, exposing your body as her lips capture yours in a passionate kiss. The redhead takes her time, kissing every inch of your body, your scars, the lingering wound you had taken for her, her fingers trailing over it gently. She makes you feel loved as she caresses every inch of you, showing you exactly what she adores about you. When she takes your hardened buds into her mouth she keeps eye contact, watching you throw your head back in pleasure as she slowly gets you ready for her. She takes her time as she takes your clit into her mouth, eating you out with patience, taking her time before she enters you.

Every thrust is filled with patience, love as she holds you close, not an inch of the usual tension in her features and movements. Your eyes stay on her the entire time as she kneels close to you, her fake cock hitting all the right places, filling you up so perfectly. She has you close eventually, building you up so well before she pulls you up, sitting you on top of her as she wants to be closer, still keeping the pace and filling you up. „You‘re so good for me, so beautiful“ she whispers into your ears as she holds you close. „I love your body, I love how you respond to me and I love you“ she whispers, your orgasm building and as she glances at you she sees the tears, concern filling her features as she stops. „No.. no carry on“ you encourage „I just.. I feel so good“ you moan and it‘s all she needs before she sends you over the edge. „Tasha“ you moan, the orgasm washing over you stronger than ever before.

That night she lays beside you, as you collapsed onto her chest, not thinking about leaving the way she usually would. Finally having realized her feelings and never planning on letting you go again. She likes the feelings of having you in her arms like this, an unfamiliar feeling of home and safety that she hadn‘t felt before. She smiles softly as she notices your exhaustion, despite trying to keep your eyes open. „Go to sleep detka, I‘ll be right here when you wake up, I promise“ she whispers before pressing a soft kiss to your temple. And of course she kept her promise, never leaving you again from now on.

[wandanatw0rld]

+18 | men & minor denied

beefy!natasha romanoff x pillowprincess!female reader x college!au

warnings: girlxgirl; Natasha being a boxer; rough sex; anal sex; strap on use (r receving); a little bit of praise; fingersucking; brief mention of war; Alexei & Bucky being two assholes; not propfread

b: Natasha's father comes to visit her, but their meeting doesn't go very well, and (un)fortunately for you, you have to pay for her frustration.

I think that's it, have fun ;D

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"Okay, I love you too, Mom. Bye" You're sitting on Natasha's bed, notepads and books on every surface, you stop writing and look at the redhair.

"Is everything okay, Nat?" She looks at you, her jaw is clenched, her poor phone pressed against her strong hands, she sits on the edge.

"My dad's coming to visit, he wants to take a tour of Steve's gym," you crawl next to her, taking her hands off her thighs and replacing them with you.

"Is that so bad?" You hold her face, green eyes with a hint of desperation.

"Let's say my dad wanted me to be a doctor and not a boxer," Natasha didn't like to talk about her parents, especially her dad.

Her parents are both from Russia, late Soviet Union, and came to America after the war destroyed their home, the United States seemed to be a place to have a new life with more hopes. Natasha was young and didn't remember much about it, but she remembered the bombs, a whole reason why she hated New Year's Eve.

"Do you want me to be with you?" Natasha seems to consider for a few seconds.

"Are you ready to meet Alexei Romanoff?" She asks you sweetly. "One of the founders of this masterpiece?" Natasha pointed at herself in a very silly way.

"Actually, I am. But let's stop talking about your dad and talk about how much I need you to kiss me".

"I agreed," she says, standing up, you laughing as she holds you, her lips pressed to yours.

...

You were nervous to meet Natasha's father, lost count of the number of times you looked in the mirror, even though the redhead said you looked gorgeous as always. At first, Alexei Romanoff seems really scary with his bear, but he's really an idiot like his daughter. He told jokes, shared stories about Natasha wanting to be a superhero, you kissed her red cheek when the old man made fun of her blue hair.

Now the three of you are in Steve's gym, which he closed just so Natasha could show the place to her dad. But the more you listen to them, the more you're worried about Natasha's well-being.

"You're getting too big, sweetheart. And those tattoos, your mom will lose her mind if she sees you," the redhead breathes out, her patience coming to an end.

"I like my tattoos" You watch them very quietly, the way Natasha squeezes your hand and clenches her jaw makes you worry about her dad. "Dad, please. Look at the size of your belly."

"Your mom likes it".

"I bet she does". Alexei doesn't think it's funny, and you only realize that when he say it to her:

"When are you going to get a real job?" His tone is throaty, sharp as a knife, the same tone Natasha uses when she's stressed.

"This is a real job, Dad. I like working here" Her eyes glow with challenge, one more word and she'll explode.

"Yelena is doing great with me, she's really going to run the business one day".

"Yelena was always looking for your approval." You'd never met Yelena before, but Natasha always talked about the blonde with love and affection.

"Someone has to have it" The silence is heavy, you want to say something, but Natasha could kill her father with her eyes.

"Well, my class is in ten minutes, so... Let me walk you to the exit," Alexei seemed shaken, but he turned to you.

"It was really nice to meet you. When Natasha told me how beautiful you were, I didn't think it would be so much". Natasha doesn't look at either of you.

"Thank you, Mr. Romanoff".

"Please, call me Alexei. You make me feel old".

"You are old." The look in his eyes frightened you.

...

Natasha is taking you home, the fact that she hasn't said a word is worrying.

"See you tomorrow?" You ask and give her a peck on her cheek

"I don't know. I'm busy tomorrow" But she doesn't look at you.

You know what bothers her. Natasha wants her father's approval, all she ever wanted was to make him proud and not being able to do that is killing her. You don't see her the next morning or the day after, so you ask Clint if he knows anything while you both go shopping for baby stuff.

"I don't know, to be honest, she doesn't talk to me" He's looking at the dipers section in the drugstore, you've been helping him for forty minutes now, one of the professors has canceled the class. "I was going to ask her out for a drink, but she didn't answer her phone"

"I'm going to visit her at the gym today after class," you smile sweet at him. "Clint, these are adult dipers".

"God, I'm a terrible dad".

"Don't put too much pressure on yourself, Clint. These are things you can catch up over time.

"Thank you!" You gave his shoulder a good, enthusiastic squeeze.

"I gotta go. I gotta help Wanda with Billy and Tommy."

"Who are they?"

"Her clownfish, but I think one of them is female".

...

The hours seemed to pass so slowly that you didn't notice anything. You left your things in your dorm and hurried to Natasha's work. You entered, the place is quiet, there are a few people working out on headphones. You approach the reception, Bucky, another employee looks at you. You don't like him, the way he provokes Natasha and worse, his jokes towards you, they aren't funny, but it definitely amuses him.

"Hi Bucky, is Natasha here?"

"She asked Steve for a day off, she's at the arena" You turn to leave, but he calls you. "Can I ask you something?"

"Bring it on".

"Why are you with her?" See, not funny. "I mean, I know she's hot and rich, but-."

"I don't think that's any of your business, Bucky."

They march into the arena, loud rock music, The Marvels really hate somebody. Natasha hits the bag with precision, she growls with every punch, it is fucking hot. She doesn't realize you're there until you turn off the music.

"What the fuck!" You wave to her, she takes off her gloves and grabs a bottle of water.

"Hi to you too" You reache her. "I miss you"

"Me too" Her response is somewhat mechanical.

"Do you want to talk about it?" She drinks the water.

"Not really". Getting close to her, analyzing every single detail in her, sweat running down her chest, on her strong arms, the veins on her forearm drive you crazy.

"You're avoiding me, was it something I did?" Natasha keeps not looking at you and starts to get on your nerves.

"Everything's fine" She doesn't add a nickname, which means she's really mad.

There are a few details people need to pay attention to with Natasha Romanoff and you mastered them quite well.

When she's angry, she gets quiet, refuses to look at or talk to anyone, plus she listens to rock music really loud, just like it happened. When she is jealous, especially of Bucky and his aproaches towards you, her voice gets husky and scary, hands on your waist, pulling you close, and when takes you home, she makes sure of making you hers, every inch of your skin belong to her.

She was angry. In this case, angrier than she had ever been.

"Fight with me" Natasha seemed confused.

"I'm not going to fight with you" You take a few steps closer.

"Why not?" You ask, her woody perfume smells so good. "Are you afraid I'll hurt you?" You know you have no chance in a fight, you're smaller than her, in everything. Natasha Romanoff could destroy you with one blow. "Okay then. Bye, Natasha."

"Wait" She holds your wrist, her breathing at a normal pace, she looks at you. Natasha was so angry that she didn't notice that you were wearing her favorite outfit. "I'm sorry about that. Is just... Never mind, I'm fine".

"You're not fine, Nat. Something is bothering you, you can tell me," but she just avoids looking into your eyes. "Is it your dad?" The grip in your wrist had tightened.

"I don't want to talk about him" Natasha looks at your body, you're dressed only for her amusement and it's a waste not to take advantage. "Wait here," she opens the door to the arena.

"What are you doing?" You ask.

"Steve will be using the arena today. I'll open it for him." After that, Natasha grabs her backpack and drags you to Steve's office, then locks you both in.

"Nat-" She presses her mouth against yours, it's rough, your legs go weak. On your tiptoes you grab her face, her lips a little salty, hands on your waist, nails scratching deep into it. You push her onto the table, paper clips, documents, everything goes down. "You have to use me, okay?"

"What?"

"About your dad." Her jaw clenches again. "You can bite me, I don't know, just do whatever you want." With worshipful eyes, Natasha turns your bodies over and places you on the table, your legs wrapped around her waist. "I am all yours".

"You are, detka." Finally, the nickname hits between your thighs. "First I'm going to eat you up and then fuck that pretty pussy of yours," you moan, grabbing her hands and putting them over your mouth, sucking her thumb. "You're so beautiful," she touches your lower lip with her wet thumb.

"Nat..." You move your hips into hers.

"No, Malyshka. You have to stay still." Natasha kissed you as she took off your underwear, lifting your skirt just a little, her fingers dipping into your wetness. "This soaked already?" your nails dipped into her neck "And I'm just getting started" You raised your arms to take off the t-shirt, the fact that you were without a bra pleases her, but then she remembered the asshole at the reception. "I wonder if Bucky knows you're not wearing a bra today.

"No, he didn't look at me today." You know that's a lie. Bucky always looks at you, especially today, he definitely noticed the lack of underwear. You bite your lip, her fingers teasing through your folds.

"I think it's just the opposite, Malyshka," she states, her tone assertive. "When he looks at you, he wants you all for himself." Natasha's lips find a place in your neck, a finger dipping gently into your pussy as her teeth in your shoulder. "He wants to fuck you, but he forgets that I'm the only one who can fuck you."

"Nat, please." Natasha firmly squeezes your neck.

"I'm going to remind him, remind everyone. I am worthy of everything, even you" Her fingers slide over your breasts. "Every inch of you is mine, Detka. Your face, your body, this fucking pretty cunt of yours. I can wait until you come in my mouth." Her teeth clamp down on your right nipple, and she sucks hard. You drop your head back, fingers scratching her neck. It hurts, but you're both enjoying it. Natasha spreads your legs wide, her thumb teasing your clit.

"Nat, easy- oh fuck" She buried her fingers deep into your pussy with no mercy.

"You want me to use you, Malyshka. I will. I'll use every hole in you".

"Mm... So good." Natasha's tongue burns your nipples as she adds a third finger.

"Can it fit one more, Malyshka?" You nod, grabbing her fist that adds the fourth one. "So hungry"

"Nat, take off your... "Mmm... please" The redhead is all smiles now, her pretty girl is so needy. Her thumb throbbs in your clit, and you're desperate. Your breasts are sensetive, but Natasha doesn't seem to be tired of them. She'll never be tired of them. "Fuck!" You pull her close with one of your legs, toes clenching inside your shoes. "Don't stop. Please don't" Natasha releases your breast with a lustful pop, her hand bumping for the last time at your soft spot, and then you melt away at her fingers. "Nat..." You hide your face on her neck.

"Thank you, Malyshka." She kisses your cheek. "I'm sorry for avoiding you these days. I've been overthinking about my dad, but I'm handling it."

"Forget about him. For now, I'm going to come into your mouth" You lick her lips slowly.

"God, you're perfect." She kisses you, hungry, her lips pressed on yours, hands on your breasts. You moan on her mouth, they're so painful. Pushing her, you take off her shirt, throwing it with your clothes. Her breasts are perfect, all sweaty, her tattoos glowing. Your hand lands on her ass, squeezing.

She gets on her knees and puts one of your legs on her shoulder. She can't get enough of your cunt.

"Nat, just fuck me" You demand, she dives into your pussy, and begins to grind her tongue on your clit. "Fuck!" You grab her hair and yank, pulling her closer. You try to close your legs, but she holds them open, her fingers digging into your inner thighs. "God... Shit" she plunges a finger into your cunt. "Mm... Don't" You're trembling, so grab her free hand and put it in your mouth. She's watching everything with adoration, loving the sensations that she causes in you. You're mumbling nonsense, sucking her thumb, and pinching your nipples. "I'm going... Don't stop, Nat. Please, don't... I'm almost" You bite your lips, hands on her head now, her red hair tangled in your fingers, holding her mouth firmly on your pussy, she rasps her teeth in your bud, that's enough to make you come, hard, body shaking, legs like jelly. "You're amazing at this"

"I'm not to blame for your choice in men" You smile, bringing her close to your mouth, tasting you on her. "But I have a surprise for you" You watch her put down the cotton shirt, your mouth getting wet. Nothing compares to the wetness between your legs. Natasha is wearing a pink strap, your favorite. "I was planning to come to your place to use as an apology for my behavior."

"I accept your apology after you fuck me hard"

"I will, Detka" she says, her voice low and seductive. She comes closer, her hands on your ribs, thumbs in both of your nipples. "I'll fuck you so hard that you'll not even walk away from here" She pinches your nipples, her eyes locked on yours. "You want that?" You nod, your lips curling into a slow, sensual smile. "You want that everyone see your trembling walk, especially Bucky."

"Yeah" you say, biting your fingertip.

"Let's arrange that for you" her husky voice commands, sending another wave of pleasure through your body. Natasha pushes her cock inside you, lying down on the desk in a mix of pain and lust, nails scratching her arms. She comes forward, hitting your soft spot, her lips seeking yours. "You're mine. I'm fucking worthy of you. Of anything. This job." She leans her forehead on yours, her growls making you moan loud. "He will see." She's not talking about Bucky. Her hands hold your waist, nails digging into your skin. You're too caught up in the pleasure to feel the pain or the blood from the slightly wound.

"Nat, too much." Her hips don't stop, it hurts, but you're too overwhelmed with lust to care. Then she stops, and you moan in tantrum. Natasha pulls out the strap, and you look at her, confused.

"Turn around".

"I don't-"

"You said I had to use you. I'm using you, Malyshka. Now turn around" You do as she says and turn around. "I've always wanted to know what it's like to fuck your tiny hole" She bends you over the desk, deep inside you regret saying she could use you, but now it doesn't matter. "Don't worry. I'll go real slow, Detka".

"Nat, I've never done this before," you said, holding her wrist and looking up.

"It's okay, we can stop if you don't feel comfortable. I'd never do anything to hurt you." The red hair planted a kiss on your bare shoulder, her hands gently caressing your waist.

"I don't want to stop, I just..." You look into her eyes and you have never trusted her as much as you do now. "I trust you.

"Thank you, Malyshka." You bring her close, kissing her lips, stroking the red hair behind her ears, you feel her positioning the strap on your entrance. You exhale into her mouth as she squeezes a tip, nails digging into her cheek. "Fuck!" She curses, it's fucking painful, no more than the pain you feel on your ass. "You're so fucking tight".

"Nat, I don't think I'm going to-" But then she pulls everything into you, and she starts moving, all you can think is why it's taking you so long to do it. "Fuck!" Your arm encircles her shoulder, she puts one of your legs on the table and spreads it. "Right there, Nat," you feel the plastic going in and out, her hands holding you still, it's fucking good, it burns, but you don't want to stop. "Don't stop, please. Don't stop."

"I'm not going to" And there's the rusky voice, Natasha leads her hand to your clit, touching it very slow, the base of the strap lightly on her clit, then rubbing real rough while she fucks your ass. "You're doing great, pretty girl".

"Mmm... Nat, fuck, please. Faster" Steve's table starts to slide on the floor, more things fall off it. "Almost" Her hips are much faster than you think is possible, you lose control of everything, you start mumbling nonsense again, you don't know what's happening, but you can definitely hear voices coming from the arena, you don't know any of these people, Natasha doesn't seem to care, she's not loud, but she's not quiet either.

"I'm almost there too, detka" You can feel her breasts on your back, her hands pulling your hair to make room for her mouth to find your neck and her teeth dip into it, fingers entering your cunt. You know it's not easy to do it, but Natasha made it seem easy. "Shh Malyska, people will start to hear you," you can't help but moan. You stuffed your mouth with your hand, the teeth go deep. She adds another finger, but then begins to lose frequency, you feel more and more close to the edge. "I'm coming, pretty girl" A few more thrusts and you almost pass out.

Breathes throughout the office, Natasha laid on your back, hands caressing your arms.

"Natasha, are you still there?" It's Bucky. "I didn't see your girlfriend leave. Is she there?"

"Yeah, we're cleaning, Steve asked me to and she's helping me, why?" You only realize what happened when you feel her cock digging into your cunt, a slow moan leaving your lips, it's too sensitive.

"Steve wants to know if you want to join in" Natasha begins to slowly push against your pussy, you want more, you need more, your hands searching for any support.

"Only when I finish cleaning" She kisses your neck, on the mark she made. "No way I'm leaving you for that." She whispers in your ear. Her hips are frenetic. "Can you get that box for me, Detka?" But you don't answer, you can't, it's too good. "You have to say something, Detka".

"T-that o-ne??" Natasha laughs in silence, her smile playful and cocky.

"Okay, I'll tell him." You don't know if Bucky believes that, but it's too good to pay attention.

"You liked that, huh?" She raises her torso, holding your waist, her movements bursting. "Don't try to deny it, Malyshka, I can't keep my cock inside you"

"I like it" She bites your sholders, her tongue burning your skin.

"Malyshka, you're so good to me" Her nails dig into your waist, her hips bump against your butt, the strap gliding smoothly over your wet cunt. "So beautiful accepting everything from me" You feel her front on your back, her teeth biting hard into the skin of your ribs.

Natasha's fingers rub your needy bud.

"Nat... I'm going to... Fuck!" You bite your hand, the small room insanely hot, the voices of people on the other side of the door adding another layer of lust.

"It's okay, pretty girl. You can cum on my cock," the walls are tightening around Natasha's cock, she's gripping your jaw very gently, very different from what her hips are doing, she kisses you. And then you feel the nod in your stomach to undo.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Your teeth mark your hands.

Her hips slowly stop, you feel her heartbeat on your back. She pulls her cock out.

"That was hot." She says, kissing your cheek.

"I don't know if I can walk".

"That's what you wanted," you look at her, almost offended. "I'm joking, Malyshka. We'll have to stay here for a while.

"As if I'm going to leave with all these people".

You watch as Natasha goes to her backpack, grabs a towel, and wraps the strap to clean it later. She picks up your clothes, you can't move, the orgasm has melted your legs.

"Let me help you, Malyshka," Natasha pushes one of your legs through the panties, then the other. "Okay. Do you need help with your shirt?" You nod, you don't need it, but you have a soft spot for her being so sweet and helpful. You raise your hands, she helps you, then she pulls up your skirt, your shoes. "Come here, let's get you somewhere more comfortable" You hold her like a koala while she leads you to a sofa. "I'm going to put my clothes on and then put everything back. You need to rest.

"I want to help you" You try to get up, but your legs are still wobbly.

"It's okay, I can do it myself." She strokes your hair behind your ears.

"Nat, I don't care what your dad thinks. I'm really proud of you and I'm happy to be your girlfriend" The way she smiles at you makes your heart warm and race.

"Thank you, Malyshka. I'm lucky to have you as my girlfriend," you kissed her, your hands pulling her closer, legs around her waist. "Detka, you have to let me go, otherwise we'll have to stay here forever.

"I'll stay." You wanted to tell her that you loved her, but you were too afraid of being rejected or of her not feeling the same, so you backed off, you didn't want to ruin this.

You just didn't know that the redhead felt the same way.

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[marvelfilth]

Let's run away

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x f!reader

Warnings: none

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

Masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“We have ten minutes before-”

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

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

“Wanda…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

[naturesapphic]

I need her to bend me over her lap

[natashascumslut]

MAD - natasha romanoff & fem reader

SUMMARY: Natasha comes home mad, so you have to take things into your own hands.

WARNINGS: Smut 18+ MDNI! Top Nat, bottom reader, Masturbation (R), fingering (R), Praise kink, use of ‘slut’.

Natasha was mad, god knows why. But while she was mad, you were.. well.. very needy. Unfortunately you had been since this morning, impatiently waiting for the redhead to be home. But when you heard the front door close, followed by a loud huff, you knew you weren’t going to get what you wanted. You had quickly moved from the kitchen to the front door, just for her to ghost past you, straight up the stairs and into the shower, leaving you dumbfounded.

You let out a huff of your own, moving back to your spot in the kitchen. You leaned over the counter, distracting yourself with your phone. It didn’t last long though, the feeling between your legs only intensifying as you imagined the woman upstairs in the shower. It wasn’t until you heard the shower turn off, that you decided to do something about it. You put your phone down and strode up the stairs, stopping when she walked out of the bathroom covered in nothing but a towel with water dribbling down her smooth skin. It took a second for words to leave your throat.

“Hey.” You said quietly, she mirrored your words, before disappearing into the bedroom. You rolled your eyes, pushing the bathroom door open, immediately being engulfed in a thick layer of steam. You closed the door behind you and hurriedly removed your clothes, disregarding them into the hamper and stepping into the shower, letting out a satisfied moan as the warm water hit your tense body.

It wasn’t long until your back was pressed against the wet wall, your hand travelling down your body. A soft whimper left your lips as your fingers started slow circles around your clit. You knew you wouldn’t get where you wanted to be without Natasha, but the least you could do was try. You closed your eyes, and forced yourself to imagine your hand was Natasha’s, which helped.. a little. You picked up the pace, so desperate to hit the high you’ve been pinning for all day.

Your whimpers got louder, and eventually turned into moans as you slipped a finger inside yourself, which rendered you far too distracted to hear the bathroom door open. Natasha had forgotten her phone in there, and evidently wanted it back. She knew you were in the shower, but it wasn’t rare for one of you to be in the room while the other showered. She walked into the steam filled room, but paused as she heard noises she knew far too well.

She smirked, the anger that filled her body somehow being lifted the second she realised what you were doing. She stepped closer to the shower, till she was right next to it, her eyes settling on your fingers moving in and out of your cunt.

“Please.” You whimpered, you weren’t sure who you were begging to other than yourself, but it helped. Your eyes were screwed shut, your fingers thrusting at a steady pace. “Oh, Nat.” You moaned out, Natasha’s eyes flicked back up, scared she’d been caught. But to her surprise, your eyes were still shut. She smirked to herself, she knew you couldn’t get off without her.

“Are you close?” She teased, her voice quiet, but loud enough to startle you. You eyes shot open and your hand immediately left your cunt, you stared at her with pink cheeks. “I was..” You huffed, your voice slightly shaky as you pretended to be annoyed. You weren’t, you were far from close, and you both knew that. She immediately pulled off her shirt, she didn’t care that she’d just got out of the shower ten minutes prior, you were more important. You watched with heavy eyes as she got rid of the clothes she’d just put on, leaving them in a pile on the floor. She stepped under the water with you, her hands immediately finding your waist.

“Don’t let me be one to ruin your fun, then.” She purred, her eyes on yours. You let out a low whimper, you weren’t having fun anyway. She smirked, grabbing your hand that was flat against the wall, you didn’t know what to do with it, and putting it right back where it was a few seconds prior. “I said,” She started sternly, “don’t let me be one to ruin your fun.” You whimpered, forcing yourself to move your hand yet again. You muttered a quiet ‘fuck’ as your fingers found their place inside you again. You were far too needy to care about being embarrassed, besides, you’ve done worse with her…

Your eyes fluttered shut once again, your head falling back against the wall. You quickened your pace when you heard a grunt from the red head, but it wasn’t getting you anywhere. You opened your eyes and looked at her, your mouth agape as soft moans escaped. “Please.” You mumbled, making her smirk. She knew what you wanted, “Can’t get off without me, hm? Have i messed you up so much that your own fingers don’t work anymore?” She teased quietly, pulling one hand off your waist to push your wet hair behind your ear. “I asked you something.” She said, her eyes heavy and demanding, making you squirm. “Yes, fuck, i can’t do it without you, please.” You said quickly, but your hand was still moving.

“Good girl.” Natasha purred, grabbing your wrist to stop you. The lack of movement still managed to make you whimper. Your hands found her shoulders, holding onto them for stability. She let out a low hum as her hand travelled down her body, god she loved how you could make her forget all her problems, all of today’s anger washed away thanks to you. You forced back a whimper when her fingers landed on your clit, tapping it a few times. “Oh, this won’t do.” She said, a fake pout on her lips making your eyebrows furrow as you breathed heavily.

“I want to hear you. Don’t hide your noises, let me know how much of a slut you are for me.” She said lowly, her eyes on yours. You whined, nodding. Her fingers moved in circles around your clit, and you did as you were told, a satisfied moan slipping past your lips. “Please, baby.” You whined, you needed this so bad, you needed her. Natasha watched intently as she slipped two fingers inside of you with ease, loving how well you took her. She watched as her fingers disappeared into you slowly, before reappearing. You on the other hand, had your head back and eyes closed, moaning.

“Fuck.” You whined, forcing your eyes open so you could look at her. Which ripped another moan out of you, just from her expression. Her green eyes had darkened and her irises were blown out, and she was staring at you with so much lust, you thought you might explode right then and there. Her fingers moved faster, and you felt them curl inside you, making you moan louder. Your nails dug into the soft skin of her shoulders, definitely leaving a mark, but neither of you cared about that right now.

Your head fell back against the wet wall, and Natasha used it to her advantage, latching her lips onto your neck. You gasped as you felt her suck at your skin.

“Fuck, Nat.” You whined, your hands moving to her hair. “I’m close..” You moaned out. She pulled away from your neck, much to your displeasure. “Beg for it like the good slut you are.” She muttered in a sultry tone, and you had to force yourself not to cum just from her words. You stared at her, trying your hardest not to close your eyes and just let go.

“Please, Nat. Please let me cum, i need it- i need you. Please, baby, i’ll be good, i’ll be your good girl.” You whined out quickly, impatient. Her smirk widened, clearly satisfied. “Cum for me then, baby. Be a good girl and cum.” So you did, she didn’t have to tell you twice. Your eyes rolled back and a loud moan of her name left your lips as you finally got what you’ve been wanting all day. You knew this wouldn’t be the end of it, but you were not going to complain.

[ilovesnat]

I JUST WOKE UP AND I CAN'T EVEN THINK PROPERLY

[ihartnat]

I NEED HER TO PUT ME IN A HEADLOCK….

[romanoffsbish]

Wrapped up in You

Scarlett Johansson x Fem!Reader

“Natasha” x F!R 😏

Happy Valentines Day angels 🥰

Warnings: None 🥰

Smut: Role-Playing: Daddy (Nat) / Kotenok (R), Choking, Oral/Fingering (R), Thigh-Riding(N), Degradation ; Mommy (SJ) / Baby (R), Double-Sided Strap, Praising, Aftercare 🥰

18+ | Minors DNI

"Scarlett! I'm being serious! Which one?!," the blonde only laughed harder at your whining., "Baby, did you intend to be the disco ball at Evan's Valentine's Day bash?," she rolled her eyes when you tried to intimidatingly glare at her, then she glared right back when looking at the red dress in your hand., "Because if not then you might as well stay here with me since the other dress will leave you nearly naked."

Scarlett smirked when you turned away from her in a huff, as slyly as possible she clambered out of the bed to wrap her arms around you from behind, her lips pressing to your bare shoulder causing her smirk to broaden as your body shivers, her plan slowly falling into place.

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"Scar, I don't want to embarrass myself, or you so please just help me.," you stomped your feet, turning to face her with the softest pout, she frowned sympathetically., "My love, you could never embarrass me, whatever you choose to wear will be fine; you're beautiful in anything."

"So, if I chose to wear sweats with a messy bun you'd be fine?," she exaggeratedly pursed her pink lips out in a moment of contemplation., "I'd love it, because above all else your comfort is of the utmost importance to me, plus, you know I love your lazy day look; it's really hot.," you rolled your eyes, but then you took notice of her unwavering gaze, it was soft and it was accompanied by a loving smile that made you feel like melting from where you stood., "Oh."

Scarlett watched intently as you eventually figured out how honest she was being., "Yeah.," she breathed out, shaking her head in relative amusement before leaning in to press a kiss to your lips., "You're beautiful Y/N/N, my 'image' only ever flourishes with you by my side.," the care and conviction in her voice brought a few tears to your eyes, and the woman frowned.

"My love.," she coo'd while cupping your face., "Let's just stay in.," she offered with a smile, but you shook your head., "No Scar, I'm fine.," you softly kissed her palm., "Plus it's not everyday that Chris actually has a girlfriend."

The blonde starlet pressed her forehead into your shoulder as she laughed at your tease., "Baby, that's not very nice.," you deadpanned., "The truth doesn't care about Evans feelings.," the both of you held eye contact for a brief moment before both erupting into bellyaching laughter. Your smile was brighter than normal as your chest filled with pride for making her laugh so hard, and Scarlett found the happiness a sight she never wants to go away.

"I'm being serious Y/N, they won't even notice our absence, and I have more pressing matters to attend to.," you quirked a brow., "Oh yeah?"

"Yeah!," she affirmed, nodding her head while smirking at you., "Like what?," she leaned her body into yours, and chuckled as you gasped., "Like you into the mattress baby, until you scream for me to stop, and even after that."

"Scar.," she pressed herself into you even harder, the bulge in her suit pants rubbing against you deliciously, and hopefully curbing your rebuttal., "We can try out your idea..."

Scarlett watched every bit of resistance leave your body as a wide smile overtook your face., "Really?!," she nodded then pecked your lips., "I'll have Edward pick you up in an hour love, wear that little red number and I'll meet you at the bar of the Pierre hotel.," she giggled at your shocked expression., "Scar that's expensive."

Then she rolled her eyes., "You can't place a price on my love for you angel; see you soon."

—

"Thanks Edward.," the man smiled at you kindly., "It's my pleasure Mrs. Johansson.," you returned the gesture then slid him a crisp $100 bill., "Happy Valentine's Day Ed, do tell Lily that I said hello, and that her chicken dumplings were to die for. Goodnight."

After shutting the door you stood there in awe, your dress rippling against you as the wind picked up behind you as the car sped off. Scarlett had exquisite taste, the outside of the tall building alone was worth marveling at. Upon entering you found it only got better, the decor was gorgeous, and made you feel like you were at a prestigious event like the Met Gala.

The alarm on your phone went off, signaling to you that you were only five minutes away from the time you were meant to meet your wife. After speaking with the woman at the front desk you made your way to the bar with the instructions she gave you, and settled down at the luxurious bar., "One dirty martini please."

A grin overtook your face as you realized this was likely how your night was always going to go. Scarlett's probably been planning this for months, and Evans party was her last priority. The moment she brought up your whispered about fantasies you were a total goner, and you know she knew that, the smirk was evidence.

Sipping on the drink in your hand brought your excitable nerves down ever so slightly. Your wife always made you incredibly nervous, she was just so breathtakingly gorgeous, and it didn't matter how much she told you she wanted you you still found it hard to believe. Scarlett was Hollywood's IT girl, and well you were somehow hers, it left you astonished.

Scarlett watched you from afar, the way you were leaning against the bar had your breasts perfectly pushed up, eyes of several patrons took notice too, and suddenly she was on the prowl., "Wow, aren't you a total stunner.," the familiar rasp came from your right, the deep lilt to her tone had your body shivering., "Might I buy you a drink gorgeous?"

"No thanks, I'm married.," you replied in a low tone as you wriggled your ring clad finger before her face without even turning to look at her., "Funny, I don't recall asking if you were."

"What's the harm in sharing a drink with me?," she purred, her hot breath now flowing across your collarbones as she'd leaned in close., "Because drinks hardly ever mean drinks to women like you.," she chuckled hotly., "Women like me, hm?," her fingers wrapped around your chin, forcing you to look at her, you lost your breath at the marvelous sight., "Whatever does that mean, kotenok?"

Scarlett bit her lip as she heard your affected whispered curses, the immediate darkening of your eyes nearly made her resolve crumble., "I'm Natasha, and my eyes are up here.," she teased, her hand however reached down to link with yours, role play or not she wanted you to be at ease., "Might I get your name too?"

"Y/N, um, Johansson.," you swallowed thickly, the sight of your wife standing there in a black, skintight dress left you near to speechless, add in the curled red wig, and the blade holstered to her thigh and you're not even sure you knew how to breathe anymore., "Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you as well kotenok.," Scarlett broke character momentarily as she smiled at you in the way only she ever did, because of course you'd remain polite even in role play., "I'm not sure where your wife is dorogoy, but I do believe someone as beautiful as you should be cherished on this very holiday.," she stepped in closer, her body pushing your back into the bar., "Accompany me to dinner, will you?"

Natasha took your hand in hers without even waiting for your answer, escorting you to the incredibly fancy restaurant, Perrine, that was located within the hotel. The redhead ordered their finest bottle of wine, then she scoped out the menu for the both of you. Scarlett knew you well enough to know you’d be too out of it to really order for yourself anyways. Which is why when the waiter returned she ordered shrimp cocktail for the table, a chicken caesar salad for you, and for herself she order the filet mignon.

Dinner was relatively quiet, the both of you were too enamored by the other’s beauty to entertain a trivial conversation. Hunger faded in ways, but it roared in others while you were subject to the intense gaze of the woman sat across from you. Natasha was sipping the last of the wine from her glass, but her eyes never once left your body; drinking you in as well.

“Tell me kotenok.,” her hand slid from her now empty glass to gently lay over yours., “Would you be a dear and let me fuck you senseless?”

Natasha smirked when she felt you shiver under her subtle touch., “Your wife will never have to know.,” she added with a teasing smirk, you smiled softly at your wife shining through, but you were brought back to the situation when the redhead squeezed your hand, her patience was running thin., “I’m waiting…”

Meekly you nodded, and that’s all she needed to call the waiter over, pay the tab, then whisk you right off. The two of you rushed into the elevator, the redhead hurriedly pressed the button for the 28th floor, then with that taken care of she shifted to you., “I can’t wait to taste you.,” her lips slammed to yours, catching your needy whimpers, and you melted into her.

Natasha pulled your dazed form behind her as she excitedly rushed to get the key card in the door of their Park Suite. She pushed the door open with vigor, and as soon as she had you inside she pressed you into it., “Fuck, I’ve been thinking about your tits all night kotenok, can I please worship them?,” her lips pecked yours before traveling down your jaw, she was marking your skin., “No marks…M-my wife.,” you whimpered and she harshly bit the skin.

“She won’t mind sharing, now shut up.,” she growled, then continued working on marking you up, your mind went extremely fuzzy as her words reverberated around your mind. Scarlett was never one for harshness, but you couldn’t exactly lie, her aggression had an effect on you; if she were to just reach between the apex of your thighs she’d find quite the flow of arousal.

Her hands however traveled to your back instead, soft fingers tugging harshly at the zipper of your dress and pulling it down until it pooled around your hips., “Fucking gorgeous.,” she groaned when met with your bare chest., “You’re the cutest thing I’ve ever encountered kotenok.,” you smiled at her, then a whine left your lips as she sucked your nipple into her mouth., “I can’t wait to fucking destroy you.”

The way she bit down on your nipple while her fingers twisted the other had you burning up, the need for her touch everywhere all at once was at an all time high., “Natasha, please.,” she released your nipples, her stony eyes met yours while her hand moved to your throat., “Don’t call me that.,” there was an edge to her tone you weren’t used to, you could feel your walls throbbing around nothing in response,, and the way she squeezed your throat only increased your arousal., “Call me daddy.”

“Fuck…,” you choked, the idea alone left you even dizzier than the lack of oxygen did., “Please daddy, I need more.,” she met your pleas with a smirk, using her grip on your throat she pulled you in for a sloppy kiss, her other arm wrapped around your waist, and she even managed to stumble the both of your bodies over to the bed without any trouble.

Natasha tossed your panting form onto the mattress., “Oh kotenok, you dirty, dirty girl.,” she had ripped your dress off to find you not only went without underwear, but that your thighs were painted in your dripping arousal., “Daddy’s treat.,” her hands settled over your knees for leverage, but more importantly to keep you wide open., “You ready kotenok?”

“Mhm, yes daddy.,” you hummed, and she placed a kiss to your cheek., “Good, because I don’t think I can hold back on devouring you any longer.,” in direct contrast her lips began a slow pace as they trailed down your body., “I want to feel you pulsing around my tongue kotenok.,” her tongue swirled around your nipples far too fast to be anything short of teasing, then she continued down your body.

Natasha loved the way your body squirmed the closer she got to your cunt, a devilish laugh rumbled from her chest when you whined, she had skipped right passed your glistening lips and instead lowered herself to be able to kiss up your legs, starting from your ankles, and moving up them slowly, oscillating from left to right to keep you perpetually guessing.

However much fun she was having teasing you it was over once she reached your thighs, her own patience went right out the window at the taste of you., “Fuck you taste sweet kotenok., she groaned, and licked a line up your thighs., “I need to taste you straight from the source.”

The redhead dove right in, her pace was brutal and rooted in carnality, your head was absolutely spinning with each thrust of her tongue. The depth she was able to reach when she suddenly pushed your thighs up was breathtaking—you were a literal gasping mess as she brought your trembling form to bliss with the newfound pressure of her thumb on your neglected clit., “Daddy, o-oh fuck!,” your walls held her tongue in a vice grip, her eyes rolled to the back of her head at the feel of you pulsating, her own core now throbbing in sync.

Natasha wasted no time replacing her tongue with her fingers, she was roughly pounding her digits into you while desperately chasing her own release on your thigh, the both of you were moaning languidly in corresponding breaths., “You’re so fucking tight kotenok.,” she panted., “Fuck, your wife must love pounding this sweet pussy of hers.,” your walls fluttered at the mention of your favorite blonde, but in the same turn your heart oddly ached with guilt.

“Just imagine her walking in on us kotenok.,” she chuckled out darkly., “Seeing as I fuck her wife so well, making you a trembling mess for me, I bet she’d be fucking livid.,” there was a faint trace of venom in her tone that had you wondering if Scarlett detested this fantasy of yours., “I know if you were mine I’d kill the person who thought they could touch you.”

This idea that you’d actually upset her makes your heart rate pick up, your body trembled but the blissed out woman fucking into you mistook it as a sign you were nearing your precipice., “Fuck, cum with me kotenok, drench daddy’s fingers!,” the redhead kept a steady rhythm with her fingers that had you flying over the edge of bliss with her, but the panic you were just feeling had you sobbing.

Natasha pulled out of you, a smirk overtook her face as she saw the flowing tears trailing down your temples., “How fucking pathetic.,” she mocked you, but when you whimpered pitifully it struck her heart, this wasn’t from being overstimulated, something happened and now your heart was failing to cope.

“Baby, what’s wrong?,” you heard the concern, the Natasha Romanoff facade had crumbled, and you were more than grateful for that., “Mommy, please… I-I.,” you grasped for her, and she was quick to press her lips to yours., “Shh, baby, mommy’s here.,” her lips were gentle as they continued to meet yours while her hand flew up to remove the clips and wig.

When she pulled away from your lips you whimpered, but as your eyes fluttered open you were able to settle as she smiled down at you., “What do you need my sweet girl?,” you bit your lip at the thought of what you wanted, the blonde above you saw the mischievous glint in your eyes too., “Mommy, wanna feel you deep inside me, want your cock so bad, please!!”

“Shh baby, no need to cry, mommy’s got you.,” she clambered off of you and made her way to find her suitcase she brought for this event. The red dildo elicited a squeal from you once you saw it dangling between her legs, and she chuckled freely at your much happier form., “There’s mommy’s happy girl.,” she gently kissed your lips., “Remember to breathe.,” and with that she was pushing the strap into you.

Scarlett was taking it slow, allowing you time to get used to the stretching of your walls, she was stilled within you while her lips tenderly kissed over the marks from earlier, she began to nip and suck at them, working to deepen them., “Mommy’s precious girl—all fucking mine.,” you whimpered., “Mm, all yours mommy.”

“Can mommy move now baby?”

“Please…”

Scarlett pulled the strap almost completely out of you, the tip was all that remained, and as soon as you began to whine she rutted her hips forward and you screamed at the sensation. Her hips began to continue this tactic at random, usually after she’d give you painfully slow, and deliciously deep thrusts. Every nerve in your body felt like it was burning, that pit settled deep within your abdomen was ready to snap with every thrust the blonde gave you.

“Mommy’s close too baby.,” Scarlett softly said, letting you know she knew—she always did; if your body was a map she’d have it memorized, and be able to reach the destination with ease. She’d spent years learning all your cues, and the adorable scrunch of your face, mixed with your clenched eyes and harsh breaths told her more than the resistance she’s facing below., “Cum with me baby, let mommy hear how good she fucks you, make a mess of these sheets…”

Scarlett catches your lips with hers as your back arches off of the plush mattress, her arm not holding herself up securing your front to hers as her hips continue to fuck the strap deeply into you to ride out both of your highs, she gasps affectedly against your lips when she feels your arousal drenching her thighs. Truth be told she nearly collapsed into you at the concept of making you squirt., “You’re just so hot baby.,” she groans as she’s lowering you back down, she follows you as she does she continues to kiss you tenderly., “So perfect.”

“Are you okay baby?,” you nodded, then you remembered Scarlett’s affinity for the verbal., “I’m fine mommy.,” you whispered., “Are you?”

Scarlett’s heart soared., “I’m perfect baby.,” she reaffirmed that by kissing you, slowly as if to savor the feel of your swollen lips, to kindly let you taste the remnants of your arousal, and to stay close as the both of your bodies recovered.

Your wife helped you walk into the restroom on your shaky legs, she held your nude body close, swaying you soothingly while waiting for the tub to fill up with warm water., “I love you.,” she beamed at the sound of your tender words, “I promise that I love you so much more baby.”

She pecked away your pout and subsequent rebuttals, they forcibly died on your tongue, only to be replaced by your tired giggles as she settled kisses all over your face., “Adorable.”

Once the water was a little over halfway your wife guided your bodies into the water, you sighed happily as the warmth enveloped you, and Scarlett took a moment to just admire you. You were leaned into her body with your eyes closed, exhaustion prevalent as she watched your breaths begin to slow. This time with you was always peaceful, being able to take care of you was her favorite thing to do, and the fact that you trust her this much boggles her mind.

After she finished washing the both of you, and the water began to run tepid she lightly nudged your shoulder., “Baby, it’s time to wake up.,” she ran a soothing hand down your back when you rolled over and nuzzled into her instead., “Room service is coming soon, come on love.”

“What for?,” you tiredly mumbled causing her to giggle at your sheer reluctance., “Well, if my memory serves me correct.,” she hummed, her finger tapping at her chin as she pretends to ponder the reason., “Champagne.,” your attention slightly piqued., “And?,” she rolled her eyes., “Chocolate covered strawberries.”

“I’m in.,” she snorted., “Good, then get out.”

Tender hands lathered your body in lotion that smelled of citrus, she kneaded your muscles, pulling appreciative groans from your lips., “Thanks Scar.,” she surged forward, kissing your lips in a show of ‘you’re welcome,’ then she moved on to applying The Outsets night cream to your pre-cleansed face, following it up with their eye cream and the moisturizing oil.

The process repeated with herself, you tried to help her but she shushed you, and moved your tired head to rest against her shoulder instead., “All done.,” she purred to stir you back to life. You pulled back with a tired smile and she was overwhelmed with her love for you., “Oh my beautiful girl...,” she kissed you tenderly, yet deeply, the need to feel your lips was forever present for her, and if not for the knock on the door she’d stay here awhile., “Arms up love.”

Scarlett had placed her hoodie over your body, then she settled you on the bed, before she walked away she turned the fireplace on and promised you a speedy return., “My precious little valentine, mommy will be right back.”

Scarlett returned to the bed as she promised, the sight of you so peaceful as you sat in her hoodie while watching the fire roar made her heart swell with an abundance of warmth. Love, it was all she felt with you around, she’s never loved anyone like the way she loved you before, and every time that thought scares her all she has to do is find your smiling face, and all the worries dancing within her disappear.

Worry had no place in her heart as she cuddled up next to you, passing over your bubbling flute and settling the tray of fruit in her lap., “Such a perfect, beautiful gift you are.,” she placed a kiss to your temple, then she fed you a strawberry, and followed it up with her mouth on yours, her tongue quick to savor the sweet taste that enveloped your mouth and now hers.

Once the bottle and tray were polished off you both shimmied under the covers., “Scar?,” she hummed, opening her tired eyes to peer into your beautiful set., “Yes my love?,” she could see how nervous you were, so she gripped your hand and cupped your cheek., “I’m ready.”

Tears immediately filled her eyes as she saw the unwavering truth in your watery eyes., “Happy Valentine’s Day. I hope this wasn’t anticlimactic, because I promise I got you something else too, but it just felt right to…”

“Baby.,” she chuckled over your nervous ramblings., “This is enough, you alone are more than enough, but what you’re offering.,” she paused, doing her best to hold back her need to sob., “It’s everything I’ve ever wanted for us. You’re going to be such a good mom.,” her arms tugged your body into hers further., “So are you Scarlett, you’re already perfect.”

Scarlett’s mind ran wild with flashes of the prospective future as you fell asleep in her warm embrace. From taking care of a pregnant you, to the birth of your children, and to even growing old with you. Nothing could compare to planning out a future with your soulmate, and the fact that you were hers made it better.

She doesn’t mind being yours for a lifetime, not at all, because you being wrapped up in her arms like this is the most natural part of life.

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💘 Kaitlyn 🥹

[xqueen-of-disasterx]

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 - 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒

On this year’s Kinktober I will post a one shot or Drabble every second day. I’ll try to make as many of them happen as I can but I can’t promise anything.

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐩𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞

day 1 (1.10) - somnophilia S.J

day 2 (3.10) - corruption kink N.R

day 3 (5.10) - request N.R

day 4 (7.10) - prey/predator N.R

day 5 (9.10) -  breeding kink W.M

day 6 (11.10) - monster sex N.R

day 7 (13.10) - omega vers N.R

day 8 (15.10) - wild card N.R

day 9 (17.10) - request K.B

day 10 (19.10) - cam girls N.R

day 11 (21.10) - dumbification S.J

day 12 (23.10) - Anal N.R

day 13 (25.10) - request N.R

day 14 (27.10) - car sex N.R

day 15 (29.10) - phone sex S.J

day 16 (31.10) - group sex

Dividers by @menschenopfer

[th3-c0rps3-r0gu3]

*y/n walks in covered in blood*

Wanda: *shocked* are you ok!?

Y/n: oh don't worry it's not mine. :)

*Natasha then walks in covered in blood*

*Wanda stares in horror at both girls*

Natasha: oh don't worry it's not mine either. :)

Wanda: THEN WHO'S IS IT?

Natasha and y/n: *awkward silence*

Wanda: guys who's blood is that?

Natasha and y/n: it's not ours.

[romanovthinkver]

⚠️ we need to protect scarlett ⚠️

apparently it got out that scarlett has been stalked by a freak guy from LA since august 2022. the man thinks he’s scarlett’s second child real father. he knows where she lives and she left at her house letters and other items. scarlett and her lawyer asked the court a restrictive order, but they didn’t gave to her.

report and block the guy on his socials profiles and be mindful of putting specific locations of scarlett’s next events, he stalks related fan profiles and fanpages to get as much information to reach her.

im gonna link some useful posts of scarlett’s fanpage about this news and who to report.

article link

main profile of the men other profiles of him and others

what happened to scarlett pt 2 pt 3

be mindful you guys, let’s team up to protect scarlett as much as we can. spread the word and let’s take action to report this man. stay safe out there.

🚨VERY IMPORTANT UPDATE 🚨

scarlett’s publicist is asking fans for HELP. apparently everyone is so worried for this guy and this is getting too serious. people are telling he is now in NEW YORK, so we better move up. he changes his plates, phone numbers, accounts, location and everything to not be found by the police. we have to report him immediately as it’s too much dangerous. please let’s be united to make sure scarlett and her family are safe.

in case you are in new york and see him call the police immediately.

if you see something suspicious on the internet please contact the twitter user “keeping up with scarlett” as she is directly in contact with scarlett publicist, if can’t tell me and i report to the twt account.

keep blocking and report his profiles on every social. (twt, instagram, facebook, tumblr, tik tok etc.)

please he follows her on insta so we can start there to track him down, scarlett deserves better than this. he is currently in the hamptons following his last update.

scarlett’s publicist words.

the man last update.

his tumblr account.

[wandaslittlelove]

Destined Part 3

Warnings: smut, fingering (r receiving), enchanted strap (r receiving), breeding, forced pregnancy

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It had been about a week since Wanda brought me to this cabin. Within the week she had been playing nice. No yelling, no magic use, nothing. Just pure sweetness. I’m not sure what terrified me more. She had been cooking meals for me everyday, leaving small lingering kisses on my cheek, and allowing me to have free roam of the cabin. She even occasionally let me outside.

The small cabin was surrounded by trees that seemed to stretch for miles. On one side of the cabin there was a sheep pin and the other side was a small little Garden that she would tend to everyday around noon. I wasn’t allowed any further than the end of the sheep pin which was something she made very clear on the first day I was here.

Now though as I sat in the living room watching the tv that Wanda had turned on for me before she went back through the portal to her “castle” I could feel a feeling rise up into me that signified something wasn’t right.

I heard the angry footsteps before I saw her. They echoed throughout the house as she got closer. The closer she got the worse the feeling in my stomach become.

Soon I was face to face with a furious Wanda and before I could say anything she was gripping me by the hair and dragging me to the bedroom. I was forced onto the bed and quickly found my arms tied to the bed with her magic. She angrily mumbled something before flicking her wrist causing my clothes to disappear.

“Wanda? Wanda stop!” I begged as she began to remove her clothes as well. Although that only seemed to make her angrier as she gripped my throat tightly.

“Shut up slut. I have not had a good day. Now be good and let me use you”

Bringing one of her hands up she began to pinch and tug at my nipples. I could already feel my body reacting to the familiar touch as I arched up into her and tried to keep from moaning. I hate that my body still wanted her after everything. As she pulled on my nipples the anger on her face slowly started to disappear a little.

As I closed my eyes and allowed myself to relax a little I felt something rub up against my cunt. I opened my eyes quickly and looked down panicked only to be shushed by Wanda.

“Hush detka it’s okay. Mommy’s just going to fill you up with her strap okay. Just wanna feel you” I had heard that sentence multiple times. And by the wording I knew she had enchanted it. We had done it many times before with her always pulling out in fear I may actually get pregnant since neither of us really knew what her magic was capable of.

I gasped as I felt two of her fingers enter me before she started to curl and scissor them, stretching me out. Leaning down she kissed me softly before loosening her grip on my neck.

“Being such a good girl for me. Just gotta stretch you” she mumbled as my stomach began to tighten signaling my orgasm. She brought her thumb to rub my clit in quick circles and began to suck on my neck no doubt leaving hickeys behind. With a loud moan I came all over her fingers and felt her smile against me before pulling away.

As I regained my breath I was given no warning as she began to slowly enter me with the strap. Even being prepared I still struggled against my magical restraints as I felt my walls tighten around her. She let out a chocked moan before slamming into me fully. Her hands were on my hips as she breathed heavily with her eyes closed. Her lips were between her teeth and her grip on my waist tightened before she slowly pulled out only to roughly thrust back in and kept repeating it.

“God, you feel so good around me. So tight and warm. Never gonna get tired of being inside you” her thrusts grew rougher and faster as she felt my arousal leak around her as well as the remnants of my first orgasm. I couldn’t hold back the moans anymore they grew louder the closer I got.

As her thrust began to grow sloppy I could tell she was close. With a weak body I attempted to struggle against my restraints wanting to touch her.

“Mo- mommy please. Wanna touch you” she looks down at me and shakes her head.

“I can’t detka. Can’t- fuck can’t have you trying to push me away when I pump my cum into you. Strange wants to say my kids aren’t real I’ll fucking show him” slowly I became more conscious the closer she got to her orgasm. She was going to come inside of me and there was nothing I could do. I knew nothing I said would stop her and I was to powerless to push her off. And maybe a piece of me wanted this. Wanted to be hers and have a family with her.

Just the thought alone made me get closer and closer to my orgasm. And the tightening of my walls caused her to get closer as well.

“Cum with me princessa. Cum with mommy” with a loud cry of her name I came around her strap soaking it with my juices. Not even seconds later I felt her still and the warmth of her cum filling my womb. With a couple more small thrusts to make the cum go deeper she collapsed on top of me with a sigh.

After a few minutes she begins to pull out causing me to whine and she stops.

“My needy slut. I’ll stay in you for a little but then we have to clean you up and get you some water.” Moving around a bit she finally settled in with me laying on top of her strap still buried inside me and drops of her cum leaking out.

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