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Surprise, Surprise

Scarlett Johansson x Reader (no pronouns used)

Scarlett was wrapping up another day on set when she got unexpected news… Aka, R visits her on set | WC: 1,366

A/N: Purely fluff — R is not given any description but their infant is described as looking like them both.

"Your son is the cutest!" Elizabeth sang as she giddily approached Scarlett who had been stood behind an accordion panel, changing out of her characters outfit. The blonde grinned and nodded along, it was the truth and she was used to her costar gushing over your son, but it was usually over photos she'd show her...

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“His cheeks are just so chubby, and so squishy—you and Y/N created a little cutie; bring him to set more."

"What do you mean more?" Elizabeth's smile fell, "I am now realizing I might've ruined a surprise."

Scarlett smiled at her aloof friend, "Thanks for that!"

Then she took off in a hurry, abandoning her plans to change, leaving in her favorite pair of sweats and her character's black and blue striped crop top instead. It had been a week since she last saw you two, as you both agreed moving your son a lot wasn't ideal, so she filmed during the week and was home on weekends.

Except the last one since she had to film promo for The Outset in New York while your current home was in LA so it was random fleeting hours over FaceTime, and that made her dream for the day her schedule clears.

Scarlett needed you in her arms more than she needed anything else, well besides to kiss your son's cheeks so she kept up a decent pace even though she was winded. Just as she rounded the corner of the lot she caught sight of you walking up the steps of her trailer, her eyes sparkled with joy, but then they narrowed when she saw the diaper bag lowly dangling from your arm, with your other hand cradling your sleeping babies head to your chest, you were clearly trying to safely ascend.

The blonde jogged a little faster, concern ebbing its way into her soul as she saw you move up another step. Just as you were about to move again she arrived, her hand seamlessly took the diaper bag so you could grip the side rails while her other firmed against your back.

Scarlett felt as you sighed and it made her smile, you opened the door and almost as soon as you entered she had circled you and stopped in front of you. "Thanks."

Your wife smirked, "No need to thank me love,” her lips then closed the distance left between yours and her hand pushed you into her, “I always got your back."

Scarlett giggled when you threw your head back with a playful groan, “you’re just so cheesy Scar, stop it…”

Your wife instantly pouted, feigning offense, “Why?”

“Because I can’t have our son following your lead,” you responded while gently cupping his ears to make sure your wife understood the message. “He’s vulnerable.”

Scarlett scoffed, “If I remember correctly it was my corny quips that won you over baby, you ate it up.”

“That’s not how I remember it,” you deflected with ease as you slid from her hold and started to move towards her bed so you could set Noah down, but just before you could she pulled you back in and kissed you until you had forgotten what you were planning to do.

The blonde felt warmth slowly spread throughout her body as she melted into the feeling of your thumbs gently caressing the soft skin of her fuller hips. Just beneath her chin lay the adorable, snoring cause. It was hard for her at first, adjusting to the physical demands of pregnancy but then she had your son.

Not only was he the most adorable infant she’d ever seen, but she saw the natural way in which you took to parenthood. With the unwavering love you not only held, but expressed, like in small moments like these, she learned to cherish the changes and to crave more.

If not for her predetermined, already rearranged once schedule she would have convinced you to make more. Hell, she even considered asking you right now… This is her last commitment for a long while, and shooting was set to wrap up next month. It was the perfect time.

A soft whine pulled the two of you apart just in time for a pouting baby to whip his head back from your chest, his eyes and frown shone with deep grumpiness as he slowly blinked, eyes fluttering with a clear fight as his body decided if it was even ready to be awakened yet.

Scarlett smirked at you and you nodded your head in agreement, the two of you shared another peck before both of your lips firmly planted on your son’s cheeks. He grunted initially but the two of you felt them upturn and a gentle giggle left him at the tickling sensation.

“There’s mama’s happy boy,” Scarlett coo’d and your son’s head whipped to the side as if he had only just realized who it was that kissed you and his right cheek. His giddy babbles warmed your heart but his inability to keep still strained your back and led to you swiftly removing him from the harness so he could leap to her.

Scarlett caught him with ease and you sighed in relief. It was his new favorite habit, he’d just leap from one person to the next, hence the need for a baby carrier to restrain his urges and the potential script for Xanax you’ll need as he becomes more daringly independent.

The two of them were in their own world the moment you were no longer attached to them, swaying softly as she told him all about her week. It almost hurt your feelings but you knew it was their time to bond and hers to finally spill the movie secrets even you weren’t allowed to hear so you ventured off to the bathroom.

When you returned thirty minutes later, after having slipped off to take a walk—something you also needed, they were calmly laying in the bed, your sons sleeping face was now smushed against her exposed abdomen and you smiled at the scene from the ajar door.

“You’re letting a draft in,” your wife teased as she shut the book in her hand. Without a word you replied by shutting the door and moving further into her trailer. Scarlett watched you curiously as you slipped your shoes off then as gently as you could you joined them.

Her fingers softly stroked over the skin of your cheek, then it did the same for your sons right after as you were both currently utilizing her stomach as a pillow. As her hand returned to rest on your head yours moved to continue to caress your son’s sweet face.

Noah was your first of hopefully many, miracles, the perfect blend of you two in both features and attitude. Scarlett’s heart nearly combusted as she saw the same desires she held for months now blossom in your eyes.

“How much longer until you’re all ours Scarlett?” The blonde gently guided your face until your chin was resting against the softened muscles of her abs. “I am always all yours,” she smiled gently, her gaze genuine as she stroked your cheek. “My entire heart is here.”

“Entire?” She nodded, gaze a bit confused as you questioned her level of loyalty. “That’s too bad…”

Now she was amused, and played right along, “Why?”

“Kinda hoping there’s room for more,” you began, voice light and lovestruck as you cradled your son’s face in one hand and reached out for hers. “More?”

You nodded, then confirmed her hopes, “More little ones just like this goober that’s drooling all over you.”

Scarlett beamed, “I’ve been hoping you’d say that for actual months now baby. I want endless little you’s.”

You smiled as you placed a gentle kiss to the subtle ridges that adorned her stomach before nuzzling against the warm skin—an attempt to burrow into her which you knew to be impossible, yet you always tried.

“I love you, my beautiful baby mama,” you mumbled tiredly, lips gentle as they kissed her belly once more. The blonde chucked then stared down at your calm face in relief. “I love you too, you beautiful fool.”

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abbyromanoff · 1 year

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hi my love! since you’re writing me a birthday fic cause you’re the absolute best, i’d like to request Scarlett Johansson x Reader where it’s Rs birthday and Scar just spoils and treats R for the whole day. Ending in smut with Scar using her biggest cum filled strap and absolutely ruining R, hardcore sex with daddy kink and breeding kink. Like Scar just being rough and throwing R around. Make it as dirty as you possibly can haha. then ending with aftercare and Scar being a sweet baby.

thank you babes i love you <3

Birthday Suit

Pairings: Scarlett Johansson x reader

Word count: 6,460

Summary: After making you wait all day long, your wife has you open the last present of the day, her.

Warnings: smut, food play, strap-on use, daddy kink, breeding, punishment, face riding, blindfolds, orgasm-denial, teasing, cunnilingus, fingering, thigh riding, dom/sub dynamic, slight nipple play, slight possessiveness, squirting, small housewife kink, praising, degrading, petnames, aftercare, small pet play, cnc

No one is permitted to steal, copy, or reblog my work as their own!!

“Sweetheart? C’mon, it’s time to wake up.” A small nudge was sent to your sleeping form. You groaned in response, turning to face the other way only to have strong beams of light flashing through your eyes.

“Mm, not yet.” You negotiated, noticing the clock being marked 10:03 AM. You never were one to wake up this late, usually having work early in the morning. But Scarlett had already contacted your boss and got you the day off, you just didn’t know that yet.

“Shit! My alarm must’ve not gone off, I’m gonna be late.” You almost got whiplash with how fast you had gotten up. If it wasn’t for your girlfriend pushing you back down, you would’ve already been rushing out the door.

“Shh, I already called in. It’s your birthday, my love, you need a break.” You let out a content sigh as her lips clashed with your own. Her arms wandered your body and found place on your shoulders, leaning back but not before giving another short peck to your lips. A smile broke out across your face when seeing the beautiful woman in full glory, you couldn’t keep your eyes off her. You were the luckiest person in the world to call her yours.

“Let’s go. Since you say my cooking is so terrible, I’m taking you out to eat instead.” It was true, she burned anything she made. You were the one who cooked for her while she watched, giving the occasional kiss to the chef to show her gratitude.

“I’ve never said no such thing.” You added with a playful tone, watching as she gave you ‘that’ look. You shut your mouth immediately and went to the bathroom to get ready. You didn’t want to take too long, but you wanted to look nice. You had light makeup on and before you could pick out your outfit, Scarlett surprised you with some that she had gotten for you.

“No way you got me a ‘birthday girl’ shirt.” You tried hiding your laugh behind your hands, only to fail as you toppled over in humor. You wanted to be embarrassed, but it was too funny to even care. She signaled you to lift your arms, placing the tank top over your skin. You already had your leggings on and were now fully dressed. She walked the both of you out, giving a slap to your ass making you jump slightly. You turned to look at her only to see a smirk in return.

She opened the car door and got into the driver's side, her hand making its way to your thigh. She grasped your fingertips in her hands, giving small pecks to each one before holding your hand in hers tightly. She’d give you occasional glances at red lights, chuckling at the way you admired the city as if you’d never seen it before.

“Alright, dove, we’re here.” She had stopped in front of your favorite diner from when you were a kid. It wasn’t fancy, and it wasn’t the nicest place either. But she’d manage for you, seeing that large grin on your face as you tackled her with a hug before rushing in made it all worth it.

You sat down on the torn-up booth seat as the waitress gave you their introduction.

“Happy birthday.” She whispered next to you when walking away, you questioned how she knew for a moment, only to remember the shirt you had on. Your girlfriend sat across from you, still holding your palms. She never wanted to let go of you. She felt like if she did, it would all just end up being a dream. She knew that couldn’t be, but god she just loved to hold you more than anything.

“So, how’s your birthday, birthday girl?” By now, your drinks have already gotten here. You had a milkshake while Scarlett had a lemonade, but she kept taking sips of your drink when you’d look away. She already loved this day just as much as you. Even if it was your birthday, she never felt happier.

“It’s amazing because of you. Thank you for taking me here, I know you don’t really like this place.” She faked a gasp and held her hand to her chest, acting as if you just ripped her heart out.

“How dare you accuse me of that! I like this place, the…aroma is nice.” You chuckled at her failed attempt at a lie. The waitresses often acted like the sweetest old ladies, that was the only good thing. The boss knew you since you were a kid and gave you 10% discounts every time you ate here. The seats were held together by tape, must’ve been a bunch of nobodies tearing it up. They kept everything the same, it felt so nostalgic.

“And second of all, this is nowhere even near the start. It’s your day, I’m spoiling my beautiful girl with everything their heart desires.” Your eyes widened, your mind traveling to all the things you’d be doing that day. The only thing you didn’t know was that she was planning something extra special tonight. You had no idea what she was hiding under her pants, you had no idea she was even packing.

“And when you get back home, I want you to open your first present of the day. I hope you’ll like it.”

“Baby, anything you get me I’ll love, you know that. You yourself are more than enough and yet you’re still getting me so much.” Before she could lean over and kiss you, the waitress interrupted by placing your food on the table. Scarlett had ordered cinnamon french toast while you ordered their famous egg bacon and cheese sandwich. It was your go-to, you never switched it. Their food was great, but you loved the way the gooey egg yolk would leak out of the sandwich. You loved the crunch of the bacon and the pull of the cheese.

“Mm, is it good, my love?” You nodded and let out a small moan, your eyes rolling to the back of your head at the first bite. She only laughed before she finished cutting her meal and taking the first bite. It wasn’t her favorite but it was still good.

A little over an hour later, the booth was filled with laughter and your beaming voice. Your smile was the largest it had ever been, your wife loved it. She loved making you happy, she’d give everything just to see you grin.

“Well, you ready to go home?” The bill was already paid, a decent-sized tip and a hug to a few of the workers and you both were out. You returned to your spot in the car, leaning over the console to give the woman a long, passionate kiss. Her hands cupped your face as her tongue licked over your lips asking for entrance. You let her in and she explored your mouth like it was new, like she’d never even kissed you before. She was hungry for you, but she had to make you wait just a few more hours.

You pulled back to breathe, resting your head on her shoulder and giving small pecks to the exposed skin. She hummed in delight before starting the car, pulling your head back to smile at you once more.

The second you arrived home there were so many presents on the table that you hadn’t seen before you left. She must’ve got someone to place them for her.

“Well, I want you to open up one to two for now, you can save the rest for later.” You rushed over to the different-sized boxes, examining all of them to see which you should open first. You shook a few in your hands and made guesses on what they are. Scar took them from your hands, walking you over to the couch and picking out two for you to open.

“Hmm, I think this one is a Lego set. And this one- I can’t tell what it is.” She motioned for you to open the surprises and maneuvered your body so you sat on her lap with her arms around your stomach.

You were right, the first was a Lego set of the black widow set. She knew how much you fangirled over her characters and knew she had to get it for you.

“Do you like it?”

“Like it? I fucking love it, baby! Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!” You turned your body to hug her tightly, rocking her side to side with you. She kissed the side of your cheeks repeatedly and made sure you couldn’t let go. You could feel something poking you but you couldn’t care, all you wanted was to have your girl in your arms. You couldn’t stop the ever-so-light grind your hips made against the toy making Scarlett smirk. You now knew her surprise for the night, you couldn’t be more excited.

“Daddy?” She groaned into your ear and bit her lip, her eyes fluttering shut for just a moment.

“Baby, it’s still the afternoon. Why don’t you wait a bit till daddy fucks you, hm? You think you can last that long?” Even when knowing it was most likely a lie, you still agreed. You didn’t want to make her angry, not on your birthday. As much as you loved being edged and humiliated for hours on end, all you wanted in the moment was for her to fuck you so sweetly. So softly. You wanted to feel her hands wandering your body as she made love to you.

“Yes, daddy. I’ll wait for you, I’ll be a good girl.”

“Good. Good little girl for me, doing whatever I tell you, huh?” She played with your locks of hair and handed you the next present without breaking eye contact.

“Now this one, this one is a little special. I had it custom-made to my liking, I want you to wear it for me.” You unwrapped the wrapping paper of the small box, your eyes widening as the object made its way into your sight. The red set was pulled out, the stockings following suit. Her hands ran up and down your inner thighs, her mouth lightly sucking on your pulse point. You let out a small moan and dropped the clothes down, leaning more into her touch.

“Be careful, my love. I had this made just for you, don’t be so ungrateful.” You picked up the articles of clothing before you could even blink. You didn’t want to make her mad in any way and cause her to throw you around tonight. But at the same time, that was all you ever wanted.

You didn’t even notice your hips still moving on top of her until her hands gripped your waist, forcing you to stay still.

“What did I say?”

“T-to wait for you.” She scoffed in your face before pushing you onto her right thigh, forcing you to straddle her. You knew you couldn’t move unless she said so, but you had to rock your body back and forth just once. Surprisingly, she didn’t make you stop, she just watched, arms behind her head admiring the view in front of her. You took this as her approval and started to go a bit faster, feeling the texture of her skinny jeans below you.

“Mm, that’s it. Why don’t you take your pants off, leave the panties on.” You quickly stood up to remove your bottoms, shying away from the hungry eyes of your girlfriend. Before you could go back to your previous position, her hand grasped your chin with gentleness and care.

“Oh, doll, you’re so pretty. My beautiful little pet. Now, how about you show me those panties, I want to see how wet you are for daddy.” She laid you onto the couch and separated your legs, getting onto her knees in front of you. Your excitement was through the roof knowing what was to come. Her tongue lightly grazed your clit through your soaked undergarments, your head was thrown back at the immense pleasure.

“Oh, daddy, that feels so good!” You tried closing your legs, only to no avail. She kept them pried open as her mouth left small kisses and licks over the wet spot that she caused.

“Fuck, you taste so good. And you’re so fucking wet, did I do this to you? Did daddy cause you to be dripping onto our couch?” You nodded along, not registering a word she said. Suddenly, a loud ringtone made you jump in your seat. There was no contact name, but Scarlett seemed to know exactly who it was. She moved from her place between your legs, shushing you with a finger to your plump lips.

“Scarlett?” You asked once she hung up, staring at her with confusion when she grabbed your pants off of the floor.

“I’m going to pick up the cake, I’ll be back soon. And if I find out you touched yourself without my permission, this day won’t end well for you. And trust me, I always know.” You gulped away your fears and stared up at the woman, begging her to stay and let you cum. She only laughed and walked out the door with a short goodbye. You were left in the shirt she had chosen for you and your soaked panties. Your mind was filled with thoughts of what was to come, what she’d do to you. She couldn’t possibly be mad at you for playing with yourself, it was your birthday, after all, you deserved a bit of a treat.

But you couldn’t give in, not yet. You just had to wait a few more hours for her to have her way with you. It never felt so long. It was like she had left hours ago even though it had only been forty-five minutes. You so desperately needed that release, you needed her to be here with you. You debated on calling her, the contact name screaming at you to just give in. Right as you were about to click the call button, the door opened revealing your stunning wife holding a box that must’ve held your cake. It was red velvet, just as you liked. She sent a smile your way and placed the food on the counter, the small grocery bag making its way into your eyesight. You could only see what looked like a jar of whipped cream and a carton of un-cut strawberries. ‘It must be for the cake’ you thought, not realizing the true purpose of the items.

“Y/N? Did you even hear what I said?” You blinked a few times and looked to where the voice came from, only now noticing the close proximity between you two. She grabbed your hand and led you into the kitchen where the food was, your mood immediately being lifted when seeing the design. There were pink flowers on the top and sides along with chocolate-covered strawberries on top. You couldn’t wait to get your hands on it.

“Well, do you like it? I know how much you love pink so I thought, why not get my favorite girl exactly what she wanted.” She tickled the side of your hips, laughing at the way you tried to escape her grasp. She used one fingertip to dip into the frosting, booping your nose and painting it with a pink cream.

“Oh, you are so lucky I love you.”

“Yeah? You love me?” You rolled your eyes before turning to face her, your arms placing themselves around her shoulders. You buried her face into her neck, making sure your nose would rub against her.

“Okay, now that’s just rude!” She mirrored your position, holding you close to her body and grabbing the fork left on the counter.

“Well, let’s dig in, baby.”

After what seemed like hours, every present was opened and the cake was almost gone. You had already responded to every ‘Happy Birthday’ message and tweet. Your whole dashboard was covered in sweet messages and drawings people had made for you on your special day. Scarlett was in the walk-in bathroom getting ready for bed, applying her skincare delicately to her face. You turned off the light on your bedside table and laid on your side facing away from where she was. The conversation with her from earlier had already escaped your mind, but it sure as hell didn’t leave your wife’s.

You felt the bed dip as she joined you in bed. You moved your head just a little bit to give her a kiss goodnight and returned to how you were, stopping in your tracks when feeling something against your bottom.

“Scar? What are you doing?” Her hips grinded slowly into you, a remembrance of what you were doing earlier on her thigh. Her curious hand found its way to your neglected breasts, her fingertip circling your nipple gently. You whimpered quietly and tried to scramble away from her, only to be pulled back in.

“Don’t try to push me away, we both know you want it. Now, why don’t you let me treat my girl for her birthday, it is your special day after all.” You couldn’t possibly say no to her. She was right, you both knew you needed it. It was like a drug and you were an addict.

“Daddy..” Came your small voice, your body moving in rhythm with hers on its own. You moved onto your back, Scarlett’s breath-taking face coming into your view. Her wet hair splayed across the sides of your face. She picked up your leg and placed it on her side, your other leg being pushed apart to give her free access.

“I have a little surprise for you, dove. And I think you’ll love it.” You followed her gaze to the bedside table on her side, the grocery bag from earlier being placed on top of the wooden table. Your eyes widened, turning to look at her with shock and excitement. She placed her hands on the oversized shirt you were wearing, feeling the soft fabric in her hands. You could tell what she was thinking and gave her a nod of approval.

“Fuck, I’ll never get sick of these perfect tits.” She palmed the soft skin in her hands, letting out a soft moan at the contact. She smiled smickly to herself when thinking of the things she could do, how she could ravish you. Your hands slowly made their way to the large imprint in her boxers, you could tell it was a new strap.

“You feel that? Daddy got it just for you. This one, this one is special though,” She took a small pause, ridding herself of her undergarments and freeing her strap-on from the confinements. “You know why it’s so special?” You shook your head, no, your eyes stuck on the toy. She grabbed your hand, placing it onto the object and guiding your hand onto her.

“Yeah, jerk daddy off, princess. I can’t wait to fill you up with so much fucking cum, watching it drip out of this sweet little hole- God! You’re so hot, baby girl.” She thrusted herself into your strokes, acting as if she could feel it, she could feel your touch. You tried clenching your legs, anything to get some sort of relief. Scarlett didn’t let that slide. She gripped your thighs tightly, almost causing the soft skin to bleed.

“Don’t be greedy, I’ve already given you so much today. Why don’t you let daddy play with her little toy for a while, that sound good?” She didn’t care for a response and gave you a long, forceful kiss. Her tongue prodding at your lips distracted you from the feeling of her fingers dancing around on your thighs. Your clit was aching, begging to be touched. You gasped when feeling her long, cold fingers circling your clit, she took that as her opportunity to insert her tongue into your mouth. She explored your body like it was new, as if she hadn’t already claimed each inch of your skin.

Her faux cock prodded at your folds, sending a shiver down your spine and goosebumps to erupt over you. She chuckled lightly and disconnected her lips with your own, watching as you struggled to fight for air.

“Look at you, all spread out and ready for me. I think I know just what could be the cherry on top to all of this.” She whispered hotly against your ear, biting the lobe softly as to just graze the area.

“W-what is it? The cherry on top, what is it?” You asked in a meek voice, your slick dripping down her fingertips and your thighs. Her digits popped into your mouth, the lightly salty-sweet flavor invading your tastebuds.

“Taste good? Yeah, you taste fucking divine, my love. Now, why don’t you close your eyes before I blindfold you.” You had to bite back a moan at the thought alone. Her using you however she pleased without you even knowing what her next move would be, it was something you could only dream of happening.

“Oh? You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Who am I kidding, of course, you would. You love anything daddy gives you, isn’t that right?” No words were able to leave you, only your consistent moans.

“I asked you a question, answer it.”

“Yes, daddy. I love everything you give me, everything!” She hummed in satisfaction at your words, waiting for you to comply. You slowly did, closing your eyes and ridding yourself of knowing anything she would do to your helpless body.

“Such a good whore for me, always doing exactly what I tell you.” You heard what sounded like a small crackling sound and automatically opened your eyes, bad mistake.

“What did I just say? You know, I was trying to take it easy on you but you just don’t want to listen.” Your eyes were quickly covered with a cloth, your sight only being filled with darkness. You wriggled in her grasp hopelessly, only making her more enraged.

“Stop it! Don’t make me handcuff you too, because I promise you, I will.” You felt a cold, soft texture land on your breasts causing you to let out a gasp. You could just see the concentration displayed on Scarlett’s face trying to make the perfect swirl.

“Now this is what I like to see. Stay still for me, baby, daddy just wants a taste.” Her hands held your hips, her tongue smothering your covered tits and eating the delicious treat like it was her last meal. She didn’t leave a drop behind, not a single one. She gathered up the whipped cream on her pointer finger, ghosting over your lips as a sign to open them. You did. Your mouth was filled with the sweet flavor, and your wife leaned over you with those same eyes as before, pure hunger and need. You couldn’t see it, but you could feel it. You could feel the way her hands held you, fighting off the urge to not move lower. And you could hear the ragged breaths, you could hear just how desperate she was to finally get her mouth on you.

“Fuck, you think you can do something for me?” She was trying to hold back, you could tell. It brought a small smirk to your face knowing how much control you had over her even when being blindfolded and helpless.

“Anything for you, daddy.”

“I want you to ride my face.” Even through the sternness in her tone, you could hear the slight uncertainty. You were always too nervous to do so, scared you’d be too heavy for her to hold. But she had assured you countless times again that it wouldn’t happen and that ‘I’d love more than anything to die between your thighs’. You’ve watched many pornos that played out exactly like this, the girl riding the others’ face like there was no tomorrow. And you couldn’t lie, it was hot. You just never thought she’d be so into it.

When not hearing a response, your wife let out a small sigh. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to, angel. You can tell me no.”

“No! No, I want to.” She didn’t fully believe you, she knew you’d gladly do anything she wanted before thinking of yourself.

“You need to tell me you want it, I need to know this is what you really want.”

“I want it, I want to ride your face, Scarlett.” Her hand delicately placed itself around your neck, licking a long stripe up your neck. She enclosed her lips on your skin, creating more hickey’s the farther she went down. Suddenly, the same hands were lifting you up and placing you onto her lap. She was letting you go at your own pace. No matter how much she loved to have that control over you, she’d never force you into doing something you didn’t want.

She lifted your blindfold for a moment, giving you a soft kiss before you started to move closer and closer to her face.

“It’s okay, love, do it for me.” You felt a rough grab on your thighs, pulling you onto her lips. She didn’t let up, her tongue immediately dove into your heat. It swirled around your clit, making out with the wet bud like her life depended on it.

“Fuck, taste so damn good.” She muttered, your juices filling her mouth. You held onto the bedpost in front of you, slowly starting to rock your hips against her. Your bundle of nerves grazed against her nose, causing you to let out a loud moan.

“Daddy! Oh god- yes! It feels so good! So fucking good!” She chuckled darkly into you, the vibrations causing shivers up your spine.

“Mm, could eat this little pussy all day, so sweet.” Her fingers ran across your folds, prodding at your hole for entrance.

“God, you’re so tight! Just begging me to finger you, huh?” You rode her faster, your pace becoming animalistic. She held your butt tightly, giving a small smack to the soft skin and creating a loud cackling sound. Her tongue dipped into your hole, moaning at the flavor.

“Daddy! It- it hurts, I can’t take it.” She restricted your movements with the hand placed on your body, the other teasing your wetness once more. You were absolutely dripping, nearing your peak. You knew you couldn’t finish without permission but fuck was it hard. It felt like heaven, the most beautiful woman sloppily eating you out with pure need. No matter how tight of a hold she had on you, it couldn’t stop the grinding coming from your lower body.

“Don’t you dare fucking move, or I’ll stop.”

“But, please! I need it, I wanna cum so bad.” Tears rolled down your red face, the overwhelming sensation becoming too much to bare. You broke. You couldn’t even warm her before you came crashing down, trying to push her off of you to the best of your ability. She quickly stopped what she was doing, making you whine loudly.

“When did I tell you that you could cum? Hm?” When you didn’t respond she continued, “Huh? Tell me, when the fuck did I say you can cum?” You gulped down any words that could form, knowing they’d only get you into more trouble. The sight of her angered face filled your eyesight as the cloth covering your eyes was ripped off of you.

“I was trying to be gentle with you, princess. Since it’s your day I thought, why not treat my girl? I’d fuck them so well and make their day perfect, but you just had to ruin that, didn’t you? You couldn’t listen to me and wait, no, you were too much of a desperate little bitch to wait for daddy.” A slap was sent to your cheek, your face moving to the side as you touched the reddened skin.

“I’m sorry, daddy-” Before you could finish your sentence, you were being slammed against the mattress, your wife leaning over you with that fierce gaze.

“Don’t get all apologetic now, you know what you did. Now, why don’t you make it up to me, let daddy play with this sweet fucking body however I want, okay?” You knew there was no point in pleading for forgiveness, the damage was already done. Her arms went on either side of your head, one going down to stroke her strap. You moved your hips towards the toy, begging for it inside of you.

“Such a dirty girl, I thought I taught you better. What do we say when we want something, hm?” Your hands were fighting the urge not to grab onto her round breasts and tease them till they were swollen, till she was the one pleading you not to stop.

“P-please! Please, daddy, I want you to fuck me, want you to use me.” She leaned in close to your face, your lips nearly touching.

“That’s better.” She leaned back, your body chasing after her mouth as if it was a floating memory. She only chuckled, noticing your distracted form and using it to her advantage. She slipped the tip inside of you, watching as your mouth formed a large O shape when trying to suppress a moan. Her thumb pinched your clit, your eyes rolling to the back of your head and your hands forming fists. She didn’t stop until the entirety of her length was inside of you, stretching you out like never before. She was so big, you almost couldn’t handle it.

You gave her a small nod when the burning sensation went away, instantly feeling her thighs make contact with your own as she started a slow yet hard pace. You needed more, it wasn’t enough.

“Daddy! Go faster, please go faster!” You hoped she’d show you some sort of mercy and do as you asked, but she didn’t. She had only done the exact opposite, stilling her thrusts completely.

“Is that how you ask for things? Are you that dumb and brainless that you can’t follow a single fucking rule?” You shook your head quickly, forcing your body to stop its movements before she did it herself.

“No, daddy, I’m sorry. Please fuck me faster, I’m begging you. I’ll do anything, fucking anything!”

“Good girl, love. Did such a good job doing as I say.” She finally complied, hitting deep inside of you only to pull out almost entirely. The headboard slammed against the wall in front of you, creating a dent that Scarlett made a mental note to have fixed. Your moans filled the room covered in the stench of sex, your wife wished she could play them on repeat for hours. Heavy breaths escaped her every time she moved, the sound being vocalized right next to your ear. You could hear the small whines that left her, you could hear everything.

“God, you’re so damn sexy. Want to cover this beautiful body with my marks, show everyone who you belong to.” She took hold of the necklace she had gotten you that was splayed across your chest. It had her name written in gold cursive, it had to be your favorite gift of the day.

“You see this?” She started, “This is my name. Mine. And I want you to wear it every goddamn day so everyone will know you’re mine. All fucking mine.” She connected her lips with yours, the small hint of your juices from earlier lingering around and hitting your taste buds.

“All yours.” You mumbled, receiving a smirk from the slightly older woman. She took hold of your thighs and pushed them forward to touch your stomach, reaching deeper inside of you and causing your legs to shake.

“Oh fuck! Yes, right there!” Your hands went to play with your nipples, hoping to throw you closer to the edge.

“Yeah? Did I hit that nice little spot inside of you that gets you all dumb for daddy? Such a cute whore for me, and only for me, right?” You nodded along with whatever she said, only focusing on the immense pleasure she was giving you. She decided to let it go just this once, instead choosing to admire your blissed-out face.

“I can hear just how wet you are for me, doll, you’re fucking dripping.” Her thighs shined in the small bit of light illuminating the room, being drenched in your slick as she rammed into you harshly.

“My beautiful, beautiful girl, I love you so much. Daddy loves you, princess, she loves you so much.” You basked in the short, sweet moment and pulled her into you, licking the shell of her ear before whispering gently,

“Show me how much you love me, let me cum. Let me make a mess all over your dick.” Her eyes fluttered shut as she contemplated her options. This was supposed to be a punishment, she was meant to deny you. But the way you spoke so heavenly into her ear made her want to fulfill your request more than anything.

“You can hold it a little longer, right? Can you be my good girl, or do you only know how to be a cock-drunk slut?” Your back arched off the bed, your release nearing. You knew you were incapable of waiting, you already had long enough. But you wanted to make it up to her, to do what she had asked of you.

“No, I can’t! I really can’t, daddy. It’s too much!” She shook her head in disagreement, making you shed tears you didn’t know were threatening to come out.

“Just a little longer for me, okay? Can you do that?” You agreed with no plans of actually following through. She wasn’t going to stop anytime soon, you both knew that.

“I can’t! I need it, I’m begging you. I’ll do anything- Ah! Just, please fill me up!”

“Yeah? You want me to cum deep inside this tight pussy? Maybe you’ll get pregnant too, be all round with my pups. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Your mind was fuzzy and blank, the only thing you were able to think of was her. Her voice. Her words. Her touch. Everything she did got you closer to breaking her rules.

“Mhm, I want it, I want your pups. I need you filling me up every second of the day.” You mumbled out incoherently, a grin finding its way to your wife's face.

“I will, baby, I fucking will. I’ll make sure you’re dripping in my cum every morning and every night, I’ll never waste a drop. You would make the perfect housewife and the perfect little mommy.” The fake cum shot deep inside of you, occasionally spilling out of your hole. She moaned as if she could actually feel it, like she could feel your walls clenching around her. You let out a silent scream and bit the pillowcase next to you, your hands gripping the sheets tightly.

“Don’t hide your moans, love. Daddy wants to hear every sound she can get out of that whorrish mouth.” Her mouth placed itself on your breasts that were calling out for her. She sucked as if there was milk coming out, teasingly biting the hard bud to pull a reaction out of you. The coil in your stomach snapped, your juices spurting out of you and hitting her lower stomach. She hadn’t permitted you, yet it was too hard to stop it. You hoped she wouldn’t mind, that she’d let it go and continue to fuck you all night long.

“That’s it, cum for me. You’re so fucking hot, I’ll never get tired of watching you squirt all over me.” She sloppily fingered your clit, laughing at the way you tried to clench your legs closed.

“Awh, don’t get all shy on me now. I want to see this wet little pussy just dripping in my cum, can’t you just give daddy this one thing? After she’s been so nice to you today.” She pouted innocently, forcing your legs back open with her long, veiny hands. You were so sensitive, it hurt just for her to touch your inner thigh.

“Hey, hey, hey, it’s alright. I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere.” You hugged her close to your chest, whimpering as she started to pull out.

“It’s okay, let’s just wait a minute. Does that sound good?” You nodded, hiding your face into her neck and sobbing quietly.

“I didn’t hurt you, right?” She was panicked, the last thing she’d ever want to do is harm you in any way.

“N-no, you didn’t hurt me. ‘M just sensitive.” She let out a small sigh of relief and refused to let you go, keeping you in her arms like you were her life support. Your eyes were droopy as sleep was invading your senses, only to be pulled back to reality as Scarlett hoisted you onto her waist. She was careful not to hurt you and gently placed you down on the side of the tub, moving to rid herself of the strap-on attached to her hips and to grab a wet cloth.

“This might sting just a bit but I promise it will be over soon.” The fabric made contact with your cunt, a small burn following. Your hands instinctively made their way to her shoulders, biting your lip to suppress any sounds that would follow.

“There, all done.” You had already brushed your teeth and gotten yourself ready for bed earlier and now were being carried to your shared bed. She let you down gently, tucking you in under the pile of blankets before sliding in next to you. Her arms went around your form, hugging you tightly and catching a whiff of a familiar scent.

“Are you wearing my perfume?” Your small giggle and no response were all the answers she needed as she let out a laugh of her own before kissing your forehead.

“You’re adorable, baby.” She said, “Happy Birthday, I hope I was able to make this day perfect for you.”

“You just being here was the greatest gift I could’ve ever asked for. Thank you, you really know how to make someone’s day.” She could tell by the yawn you let out soon after finishing your words that you were close to falling asleep.

“I try. Now, get some rest, baby. You were so good for me tonight, I’m so proud of you.” You smiled drunkenly, letting out yet another yawn before speaking one last time that night.

“Love you so much, Scarly.”

“Love you to the moon and back, darling.”

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thedelusionalbitchgianna · 1 month

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Made c.ai bots only 3 Natasha's so far and they're honestly just slightly differently

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jellycolors · 2 years

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𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵 𝘫𝘰𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘱𝘴𝘥

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞/𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞

𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭

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𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐰𝐨 : 𝐠𝐮𝐧 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲

pairing : natasha romanoff x fem!reader

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

event : kinktober 2022

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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me-uglypretty · 1 year

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My Apple Music Replay 2022 is something.

Send me a number from 1-100 + your choice of character/ship and I’ll write a lil blurb based on that corresponding song for you.

#pls refer to my masterlist of characters i write for!#i expected more scarlett johansson is all i say #me-uglypretty talks #blurb replay 2022

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gayerthanevertbh · 2 years

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✧･ﾟ: * kinktober masterlist

notes: hi hi, this is my first kinktober EVER and i actually don’t know what will happen throughout the month but, i have so many ideas for this kinktober month! you can leave blurbs through my inbox, i’d happily do them :) anyway, enjoy!

take note: i might not do most of the requests due to my lack of free time this month, so i hope you’re okay with that. i will try to write them all though!

oct 03: step!mom natasha x reader

oct 08: sex addict!natasha x reader

oct 11: ceo!natasha x young!reader

oct 12: lumberjack!natasha x starks daughter!reader

oct 14: alpha!natasha x reader

oct 18: dark!scarlett johansson x reader

oct 20: pervy!natasha masturbates to reader’s slumber

oct 22: car sex w/natasha

oct 23: creepy!scarlett johansson x reader

more to come!

#gayerthanevertbh's kinktober #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff fanfic #black widow x reader #black widow x you #scarlett johansson x reader #scarlett johansson x you

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littlexscarletxwitch · 1 year

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Your writing is really cute! May it continue to go well for you <3

If I may request, what if Scarlett Johansson was cast in acommercial as Pinocchio? During the shooting, her nose actually grows whenever she lies. No one knows it's actually her nose except the reader who is Scarlett's agent who tries to help cover up that it is her nose. This would be a comedic fluff story as Scarlett appreciates the reader's help. I hope this is alright, and hope you are well!

── ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎ 𝗶'𝗺 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗼𝗰𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗼

paring: scarlett johansson x fem!reader (platonic)

tag(s): fluff, it's the pinocchio curse for me, short blurb

warning(s): grammatical errors, unedited, not proofread, language

word count: 1,475

note: Thank you anon <3. I really hope you like this. I have to admit you had me staring at my laptop trying to figure out how to write this, but it was really fun to write and I think it is cute. Aahh, first Scarjo fic, I'm excited and nervous. I'm not a native english speaker, so please let me know about any sort of mistake. Hope you enjoy! <3

requests are open! + check my rules here <3

It was 5PM, you were tired, but you knew that this was the last thing on your schedule and then you were good to go home.

You were currently staring at Scarlett, watching over her as the makeup artists did their work on her. You had to admit that she looked cute in that Pinocchio outfit. She was supposed to shoot this commercial about wood and, for some odd reason, the executive producer thought it would be a great idea if she was dressed as Pinocchio. You honestly thought nothing of it, since the whole thing was a favor from Scarlett to that said executive producer.

They were about to start shooting, when you suddenly realized the look on Scarlett’s face. A few seconds ago, she was happily chatting with one of the makeup artists. You could tell she was flirting with them, their red cheeks given them away. And then a second later, Scarlett’s face dropped. She looked both confused and scared, more scared than confused. She got up quickly and ran to her dressing room. Everyone on set was as confused as you, and given that you were the only one who knew her well enough, their eyes shifted to your frame. It hit you, then, that you were the one supposed to go check on her.

You ran up to her dressing room and knocked softly on the door.

“Scar, is everything okay?”

“Y/N, DO NOT COME IN!” her words startled you, she only raised her voice at you when she was losing it.

Something was really wrong with her.

“Scar, what happened?” worry filled your tone.

“It’s just, something is really wrong, okay?”

“I’m sure it is something that can be fixed,” you tried to calm her down.

“I don't know what is happening, Y/n. I don’t understand why is happening.”

“Just opened up the door, okay? Let me help you,” you tried.

You were about to speak up again, when you heard the door unlocking. Scarlett opened up the door, her right hand was covering the lower half of her face, hiding from you her nose and lips.

“What’s going on?”

“I just, let me show you,” she put down her hand, but still you had know clue what she was on about. You raised your eyebrow at her, to which she rolled her eyes at you. “Okay, umm, I believe you are a horrible person,” she blurted out.

You were going to reply to her when suddenly her appearance changed, her nose grew a full centimeter bigger. Your eyes grew wide, your hand covering your mouth in shook.

You both stay a whole minute in silence, you processing what you just saw and Scarlett internally freaking out at your no-reaction. She then realized that this wasn’t a dream or a hallucination, it was actually happening.

“Oh my god,” was all that left your mouth. You coudn’t believe your eyes. Her nose actually grew out of nowhere. It was only a centimeter, it was hardly noticeable, only you could tell the difference since you saw when it happened.

“I’M FUCKING TURNING INTO PINOCCHIO,” you snorted, you didn’t mean to, it just happened. “Y/N!”

“Sorry, I’m sorry. It’s just humor is my coping mechanism,” you tried to stop your laughter.

Scarlett didn’t know if she was going to laugh as well, or if she was about to cry. But then when your laughter filled the room, she couldn’t help but laugh as well. This was the most stupid crazy-ass situation ever.

“Okay, yeah, it’s a bit funny. But what are we going to do, Y/n? I can’t shoot this stupid commercial with my nose like this. You know I don’t believe anything I’m supposed to say in it, it’s all a scam, and if I lie my nose will keep on growing,” she said once both of your laughters died.

“Do you want me to tell everyone that you got sick?”

She gave it a thought, but then shaked her head.

“No. What if it happens again when I try to shoot it for the second time?”

“Yeah, you’re right. We can’t risk that. What if you called the blue fairy?” you joked, Scarlett, once again, rolled her eyes at you. “Sorry, coping mechanism, I just told you.”

“Y/n, I need a real solution here,” you nodded at her words.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Let me think,” you started to pace around.

Her eyes trailed your figure as you walked back and forth, anxiety creeping over you knowing that Scarlett was counting on you to save her ass, like you usually did. After what for Scarlet felt like a whole hour, you stopped your pacing and turned to her.

“Okay. It’s only about two centimeters bigger, it’s hardly noticeable for the rest. What if I call in SFX Makeup and tell them you want a nose prosthetic that looks like Pinocchio’s nose?”

“I don’t know, Y/n…”

“Think it through,” you cut her off. “Bryan is going to love it, he suggested this whole Pinnochio idea, and the prosthetic will cover your nose.”

“What about when the shooting ends? Am I going to have to live with this forever?”

“One problem at a time, Scar. Don’t worry about it, we’ll figure it out later, okay? I’m going to call them in, yeah? They will cover your nose with a fake one and no one will tell something happened to your actual nose. You are going to look cute as fuck,” you gave her a reassuring smile, gently squeezing her hand, before walking out the door.

After closing the door behind you, you dropped your back on the door, taking a big breath.

“I don't get paid enough for this shit,” you mutter, before heading to the SFX Makeup department.

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As you predicted, Bryan, the executive producer, loved the idea. Somehow he told everyone that it was in fact his own idea, but you couldn’t care less if it only meant that Scarlett would be done with this. Meaning you'd also be done with this.

The shooting ended by 7pm. You thanked it didn’t take them longer since you were tired and you needed a solution for Scarlett’s little problem.

You watched as Scarlett made her way to her dressing room, subtly touching her fake nose so it wouldn't fall in front of everyone, you trailing behind her.

You closed the door once you both were inside. Scarlett’s back was facing you.

“What is it, Scar?” you softly asked her. You notice that now the fake nose was in her hand.

“Look how big it is!” she said, turning around for you to see her nose.

Your eyes grew wide for the second time that day. Her real nose now resembled the fake nose she had on a few seconds ago.

“What am I supposed to do now?”

“Umm, let’s get this stuff off of you, yeah?” you said, referring to the Pinocchio costume. “You go take a shower, okay? It will make you feel better,” you gently pushed her inside the bathroom, before she could complain to you.

While Scarlett was taking a shower, you did a little search on Pinocchio’s nose. You found out on Reddit that a lot of people said that Pinocchio’s nose should shrink once he tells the truth. You thought it was all bullshit, but given that you saw Scarlett's nose grow bigger you thought that the least the two of you could do was try that.

Once she got out of the shower, you told her what you found out online.

“Well, here goes nothing.”

“If this doesn’t work you can always get a nose job,” she gave you a death glare. “Sorry.”

“Okay, umm, my name is Scarlett Ingrid Johansson,” the both of you went silent for a second, waiting for something to happen. “This is use–,” but you shut her.

“Look,” you pointed at her nose, and the both of you watched as her nose got a centimeter smaller.

You both smile at each other, relief washing over you that this shit was actually working out.

Scarlett started blurting out truths, she would say things like the earth was round, her blood was red, the ice is solid and so on. Her nose getting smaller with each truth. She was now a centimeter away from her nose getting back to normal.

“And, Y/n is really pretty,” she finished, a grin plastered on her face. You could only roll your eyes at her and chuckle at her statement.

“You are a dork.”

“Oh my god, it worked. Hey, but what if I lied again?”

“Well, unless you don’t want your nose to grow again, just don’t lie,” you winked at her.

“Y/n,” she said, her tone indicating disbelief.

“You can always get that nose job.”

“Y/N!”

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Title: Jojo Rabbit

Rating: PG-13

Director: Taika Waititi

Cast: Roman Griffin Davis, Thomasin McKenzie, Scarlett Johansson, Taika Waititi, Sam Rockwell, Rebel Wilson, Alfie Allen, Stephen Merchant, Archie Yates, Luke Brandon Field, Joe Weintraub

Release year: 2019

Genres: comedy, drama, war

Blurb: A lonely German boy’s world view is turned upside down when he discovers his single mother is hiding a young Jewish girl in their attic during World War II. Aided only by his idiotic imaginary friend - Adolf Hitler - Jojo must confront his blind nationalism.

#jojo rabbit #pg13 #taika waititi #roman griffin davis #thomasin mckenzie #scarlett johansson #sam rockwell #rebel wilson #2019 #comedy #drama #war

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the1975attheirverybest · 3 months

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as a newly cancellee (is that a good term to say youve been cancelled) could you give me a quick interview:

How has this impacted your life and what has changed since?

How does it feel to beat Matty to the cancellation? Do you think Mr Healy will address you publicly now that you are his most serious competition?

Will you be hosting SNL?

What will you do to help the rest of us become good again being cancelled?

How does this affect your daily routine?

Will you make a playlist which elaborately describes your feelings?

Can you write a blurb based on this experience? Please say yes otherwise I will cancel you for *insert vaguely dumb reason*.

On a scale of 1-10 how annoying was this interview?

Will you be going on Hot Ones to talk about this experience?

Since the few hours that I have been cancelled? I’ve made t shirts that say “absolute cunt” I’m starting a merch business 😎 (you gotta capitalize on the notoriety right? In this capitalist society this is how I get my own reality tv show or whatever hahah)

I do expect Matty to go off on a rant about my win onstage. You know, Grammy rant style. He’ll probably say that unless and until I’ve been banned by two tyrannical governments and had my life threatened, this is really soft core cancelation. Which…fair enough. But I’m just getting started.

The only way I do SNL is if they let me read the weekend updates. I’m trying to win an invite to Collin Josh and Scarlett Johansson’s home for dinner.

HAHAHA listen Matty wrote “it was poorly handled the day we both got canceled cuz I’m a racist and you’re some kinda slag” for a reason. I think the blurb writes itself at this point!!

Are you kidding me?!! Not at all. The same and attention is already addicting.

I think I’m morally required as a middle eastern. We do love spicy things. Let me let you in on a secret. For the fans. I used to be immune to spiciness. American food has ruined me though I think I’m sensitive now :((( I think Hot Ones would make an interesting experience. Will I handle it? Will I shit myself? Stay tuned to find out!

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romanoffsbish · 5 months

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Say it Again

Scarlett Johansson x Reader

Request | When you hear Scarlett’s genuine voice for the first time you are beside yourself… | WC: 1,365

Warnings: Smutty Undertones/Reference | Insecure SJ

You were nervous, a bottle of merlot in your shaky hand as you tapped on your girlfriend’s door. You’d been friends for a few years, and girlfriends for one, but this was actually your first time at her house. It was silly to be nervous really, but you couldn’t ever help it, she was out of your league but somehow you have her. Loving her has been your greatest joy, there’s never a dull moment, and she proved you right again tonight.

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"Hey sweetheart," Scarlett greeted you, voice low and raspier than you'd grown accustomed to. Your knees buckled, in the moment you were entangled in her warm embrace, but as one would expect she pulled back to allow you to enter her home, and in turn you fell to your knees, bones painfully smacking the tile.

Scarlett's eyes widened and her body moved quickly. First, she slammed the front door shut, then she bent down to be eye level with you, her finger hooked under your chin and brought your nervous gaze up to hers. "My love, what happened? Are you okay? Do I need to take you to the emergency room? If you weren't feeling good you should have —." You cut her concerned rambling off with a timid kiss that she understood.

"Oh." She was smirking now, her hands moved down to help you as you stood to your feet, and once you were up she had pinned you to her front door. "Tell me love, what's got you falling to your knees before me..."

Of course your lovers voice had always enticed you, but you were just as naive to her true voice as the world. In the past decade she had tempered her tone down to appease the male gaze, cautiously training it to be more effeminate for the sake of her career, but in the confines of her own home she wasn't so reserved.

"Stop," you whined, face smushing into her shoulder as you felt the need to hide away from her alluring gaze. Scarlett chuckled, relishing in the way you shivered as her hand ran down your back in a soothing manner. "What? I'm just expressing concern for my baby..."

The way she had said baby, while placing a kiss just beneath your jaw was enough to make you whimper. Scarlett froze momentarily, then she kissed you with so much passion that your mind couldn't help but blank. Your connected bodies stumbled back towards her luxurious couch until you fell back with her atop.

"Y/N," she panted your name out against your lips, her eyes were unrecognizably black and you froze. "If you don't want to go forward, I understand honey..."

There had been no expectations when this relationship started, and due to both of your busy schedule's there had yet to be a moment of genuine intimacy thus far. Scarlett did let you ride her thigh once after an event, but the rush to the after party left you both upended, and then you agreed that the real first time should be special. You wanted her to feel your love, and not have it seem like you just wanted her for her appearance.

Looks aside, it was her charisma and bleeding heart that led you into this relationship, and it's also why you stayed—her kiss was enough to keep you happy, but now, with her genuine tone revealed, one that is deep without trying and exudes dominance all you could imagine was how good she'd sound when moaning.

"Please," you whined, hands gripping her shoulders so that she wouldn't pull away anymore than she had. "I want you Scarlett," your eyes pleaded for her to see the genuine need. "I need to hear you moaning for me."

"Need, huh?" Your eyes widened at the way her voice somehow deepened, the lust of the situation giving her the power to make you crumble so effectively. "Does my voice really get you going honey? How sweet..."

When you peered into her gorgeous green eyes you saw an unexpected vulnerability, it was clear that her tone hadn't always been so well received. "It is driving me crazy Scar, please, just let me make you feel good."

Scarlett searched your eyes for a long time, you were nervous she might not want this after all, but before you could be the one to ramble she kissed you deeply. Her hands explored your clothed body, and you felt the way she moved your hands to follow suit. You regarded her with a tenderness she was unfamiliar with, healing her soul in ways she'd yet to acknowledge she needed.

Reluctantly, the blonde pulled away, admiring the way that your lips instantly turned downwards as your eyes slowly fluttered open. "Please," you tried again but she just shook her head and smiled down at you. "Later."

That was all she offered you before she ventured into her kitchen, leaving you on the couch in a state. On the one hand, you were excited to spend this time with her, in a bubble of domestic exclusivity since hardly anyone got to experience this piece of Scarlett, but on the other you were hopelessly turned on by the deep rasp that seemed to wrap around almost every word she spoke.

“Popcorn?” Your body nearly jumped off the couch, the blonde smirked as your plush legs squeezed together on instinct. “W-what?”

“I asked if you wanted popcorn,” her voice was a bit softer this time, but not in a way that disguised her true tone. “For the movie marathon,” she added, smirking at the sight of your conflicted expression. You’d clearly forgotten the original plans for date night. “Yeah, that sounds good. Thanks Scar.”

Scarlett simply hummed and you were once again left at a loss for words, the blonde had to hold back her chuckle so as to not tease you further. There was more time to do that as she settled beside you on the couch.

Scarlett made comments every now and then, innocent in nature as she noted the parts of the first Thor movie she’d enjoyed, and the ones she didn’t. It was also where you got to mock her close friend for his horrid appearance. The makeup team must’ve been drunk is all you had said, but it was enough to make her laugh, and your brain short-circuited as the sound left her.

It was something you needed to hear again.

Your girlfriend picked up on your increase in jokes almost instantly, and her heart was mush as she realized what was happening.

Your infatuation was cute, and moreover endearing, because though you wanted to hear her lusty screams, she could also feel the tender way in which you appreciated her voice. Regarding it with a soft smile that paired perfectly with the clenched thighs.

After three movies full of her teasing, she finally pulled you into a kiss that divulged into desperation, but it never felt void of care. You loved her in a way that she'd never imagined possible, and so, she rewarded you with deep, sultry moans of your name that sparked a night of relentless passion...

That night, as you collapsed on the bed you quietly asked her to sing to you. You were so sleepy she wasn’t sure you even realized you’d done so, but she didn’t really care either way. Soon enough you were sleeping soundly on her chest after her lullaby had worked its charm. The blonde was feeling so many things in that moment, primarily joy, so she let herself cry it out without fear of judgement. Her heart pounded in her chest as she silently wondered how she'd gotten this lucky to have you to call hers. Nobody had ever loved her for who she was before, not entirely that is.

"I love you," she whispered, a smile overtook her face as you shuffled closer to her, placing a half asleep kiss to her bare chest as you easily whispered the words right back. Scarlett held you tight as she slipped off to sleep, a silent vow of hers that she'll never let you go.

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