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goldenempyrean · 1 year

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“I think you caught my cold…” pairing Scarlet/reader

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〚 Notes - This was super fun to write since I've had this req for a while :) Hopefully you enjoy :D 〛

〚 Summary - Scarlett's sick at a movie preimere meaning it's up to you to take care of her - even if it does mean going home early. 〛

〚 Wordcount - 1200 〛

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“I think you caught my cold sweetie.” You whispered softly as Scarlett turned away from the crowd of cameras to muffle yet another sneeze.

Now it wasn’t obvious yet, but her eyes were a little watery, and the skin beneath her reddish nose quivered a little as she sniffled and dabbed at it with a crumpled tissue, “There’s not exactly much that we can do about it though,” She whispered, clearing her throat a little, “We need to be here.”

 Well, that was true. The pair of you were currently walking down the red carpet for the premiere of your latest movie which you’d both played in. Unfortunately, you’d had a cold yourself a few days ago and Scarlett had insisted on taking care of you the whole time, but her kindness seemed to have been paid back in a less than pleasant way.

Her head, already congested with cold-related fluids felt like it was spinning and swooning at 100 mph, and you couldn’t help but rub her back as she rested her chin on your shoulder, whining quietly at a volume only you could hear. In response to her low whimper, you turned away from all the prying cameras and offered her a soft, sympathetic look whilst kissing her warm cheek gently.

She wasn’t usually the type to suffer in silence, but right now, she had little choice especially with all the bright ever-watching cameras flashing in her eyes. The constant brightness only serving to make her dizzy. The light-headedness was making her feel like she was going to topple over. Like she had no energy left to face the onslaught of watching eyes. All you wanted to do was to whisk her away and tuck her up into bed where she could just relax without having to worry about a thing.

Unfortunately relaxing definitely wasn’t in the list of the things she had to do tonight. Not only did you have to get through the screening, but she’d also been booked for an exclusive interview with a major broadcaster meaning she had no way of getting out of it without causing a hassle, not to mention the multiple afterparty invites that she needed to politely decline.

The two of you were briefly parted as you both were drawn aside by different interviewers with their burning questions. You did try your best to answer yours in the best way possible, but it was especially hard when you could see Scarlett wearily rubbing her temples out of your peripheral vision as she talked to her interviewer. The poor thing looked exhausted, and your sympathy only increased when you heard Scarlett’s breath catch in her throat mid-answer, you turned just in time to see her raise a hand to the interviewer pausing him in place as she buried her nose into her thoroughly abused tissue, “Hh’tsxnt! Hhi’tschiew! Hhii’tshiew! Ugh, s’cuse me, this stupid cold won’t give me a break.”

There was a loud mumble of ‘bless you’s’ from the crowd and interviewer himself which led Scarlett to a little blush from embarrassment, and you quickly wrapped up your own before making your way back to her, coming behind her to wrap your arms around her front – an action which she instantly melted into. You continued to hold her as she sniffled her way through the rest of her interview. Once she was finished you told her to stay put as you quickly ran behind the main panels to where members of the backstage crew were waiting. It didn’t take you long to track down a box of tissues and you quickly shoved multiple handfuls into one of your pockets before thanking the team and quickly making your way back out to your waiting wife.

“Where did you go?” Scarlett asked once you’d retaken her hand back on the carpet, the rasp in her voice becoming a little more obvious now.

“I went to get you some more tissues, they’re in my pocket if you need any.” The grateful look that flashed across her face was unmissable and you ran your hand down her back in response.

A shiver crept down Scarlett's spine at your touch, her skin prickling as she felt you rub her back. It's an intimate moment, especially in front of all those people. You smiled and squeezed her hand a little as the pair of you continued down the carpet.

“Hh…hih..Hh’iishoo!” But Scarlett had to quickly whip around to face away from the cameras as she sneezed down into her hands, her face blushing an even darker shade of red once again.

“Bless you, my love.” You whispered, resting your hand on her shoulder and she gingerly slid her hand down the side of your leg as she reached down into your pocket to retrieve one of the tissues, “You’re okay baby, take as many as you need, I can always go get you some more.” You assured her gently.

You stood infront of her as she blew her nose, you knew she was shy about these things, and once she was done, she let her head fall on the front of your chest, wrapping her arms around your waist, “I really don't feel well baby, everything’s all fuzzy.” She mumbled down against you with a little pout.

“Poor love,” You sighed before softly pressing your lips to her forehead, leaving them there for a second, “I think you're running a touch of a fever though sweetheart, you feel a little warm.”

She groaned a little realising you were probably right; it would explain how crappy she felt. She pressed her cheek against yours, the heat behind it seemed obvious now and you gave her another small kiss. To be honest you weren’t entirely confident that Scarlett would even make it 30 minutes into the screening before falling asleep – she seemed so tired already - you placed a tender hand to her cheek prompting her to look over at you as you offered, “Do you want to go home my love? I know that tonight’s really important, but your health takes priority and sweetie you really don’t look well, being here is only making things worst and I doubt anyone here wants to catch this either.”

“But- what about-” She tried to object but was stopped by a thick set of coughing which made her lungs feel like they were cracking so with a sigh she gave in, “Y/N, I want to go home,” Scarlett said through thick sniffles. It’s impossible for her to suppress another chilly shudder as your touch draws a whimper from her.

“Let’s go home then, sweetheart,” You said, kissing her forehead again, “I’ll sort everything out once we get you back in the car, our managers will be able to handle things.” It was then that the two of you stopped caring about the press and walked straight down the rest of the carpet towards the exit, ignoring the calls of your names whilst the watching crowd followed your every move with hungry eyes. But neither of you cared anymore. The press could think what they liked, taking care of your wife took priority and nothing would ever change that.

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abbyromanoff · 2 months

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hellooo, i wanna request some story, this is kinda angst of something so basically, yn and lizzie have a date plan or dinner plan or something and yn like spent 2 days just fixing everything to be perfect for the plan but yn spent hours too just to wait for lizzie and unfortunately yn get the voicemail that lizzie cant catch up anymore because she has to do something else... so that's it... joint it with the conclusion if you want !!

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PAIRINGS: Elizabeth Olsen x reader

WORD COUNT: 1863

WARNINGS: angst, guilt, arguing, kinda mean!Lizzie, jealousy, fluff, think that’s it :)

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It was perfect. Absolutely perfect. The candles were the only light illuminating the room, the dinner you had prepared sat patiently on the table, and you wore her favorite dress.

She was meant to be home early tonight seeing as the two of you had been planning this for a few weeks. But as the clock continued to tick, your hopes slowly lessened. You had tried calling her eight times already, and six messages were left in her inbox now.

You sat with a frown, sighing with sadness lurking in your body. You rubbed your tired eyes that had tears prepped and gathered the food into a container, placing a sticky note on the top and writing ‘you missed date night again, here’s leftovers.’ It took up until an hour later when she finally answered your call.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“‘What’s up?’ Really? You’re asking me what’s up?” Her brows tightened, her confusion growing.

“Uhm, yes? What did I do? I’m confused.” You were growing angrier as she continued to speak, and you felt your hands clenching until they were reddened.

“Hm, I don’t know, Elizabeth, what did you do? Oh, that’s right! Our fucking date night is missed once again, what a surprise!” You heard a deep breath coming from the other side before a mumbled curse shot from her lips.

“Look, baby, I’m really sorry-“

“I don’t feel like hearing it right now, this is the third fucking time in the past two months alone that you’ve stood me up! Do you know how embarrassing it is to dress up all nice, make dinner, prepare candles and a bath, and clean every inch of the house to the brim just so we could have one nice night that you promised you’d finally make it to?”

“I know, I know, okay? I’m really, really fucking sorry, baby. I promise to make it up to you, I do.” You shook your head in disbelief with a chuckle.

“No, don’t promise me shit anymore. I can’t trust a word you tell me.” The both of you were suddenly interrupted, her by the director asking for her presence, and you by a call by your friend.

“Go ahead and leave, I’m getting a call anyways.”

“Wait- look, can we talk about this later?”

“Yes, bye.” You nearly pressed the button before her voice quickly entered once again.

“That’s it? No ‘love you?’”

“I have to answer Scarlett, Lizzie. Love you bye.” You cut off her last few words that came in revult and answered the call quickly, apologizing for taking so long the moment her voice met the sound waves.

“Don’t worry about it, I was just seeing if you were doing anything. I’m all alone and usually I would love that but I need some company.” You chuckled, leaning against the counter once you grabbed the glass of wine you earlier poured for yourself.

“Yeah, I’m all alone too. Me and Liz were meant to have a date tonight but she missed it again, so I’m all yours.” You could hear whatever actions the woman was doing come to a halt quickly.

“Are you serious? Again, Y/N? Why are you still letting her treat you like this?” You looked down to your glass, the reflection from the red drink making you realize how crappy your life was slowly becoming. If it wasn’t for Scarlett, you’d be all alone.

“I don’t mean to. Can you just come over maybe? I made dinner for us and, well, she didn’t touch it so it’s all yours.” Twenty minutes later a knock was placed on your door before she walked in. She didn’t need to knock, she only insisted on doing so to alert you of her arrival.

“Hello, darlin’, where’s my food?” You handed her a plate that you heated up, as you had taken the foot out of Lizzie’s container and redid your little table design. She oohed at the candles and pulled out your chair for you before heading to her own.

“Mm, this is delicious, sweetheart; you always know how to feed me right.” You chuckled softly, picking at your own.

“Oh, c’mon, don’t let that bitch get you down.”

“She’s my fiancé, not a bitch.” You didn’t sound entirely sure or convincing on your answer, and she rolled her eyes jokingly.

“You know I don’t like her.”

“You used to. You know, before me and her got together, you guys were friends.” You felt as though you ruined the small bond the two had, and you didn’t want to be the fault. While you found it hysterical whenever your best friend would make fun of your lover, you still didn’t want to be the cause of their damage.

“Yeah because you two together opened my eyes on how aggravating she is.” You hummed and twirled the engagement ring on your finger, your eyes seemingly getting lost in the pearls that adorned it.

“It’s not your fault, Y/N. Look, I’m sorry but if she can’t even show up to a few dates how is she going to show up to other important stuff? Like, I don’t know, birthdays, or something.”

“It was just a few dates though, it’s not like she missed our wedding.”

“It’s not just a date, it was something that was clearly important to you that you worked so hard on. She couldn’t even care enough about your date to remember it, what makes you think she’ll care about anything else?” You felt all your witty comebacks falling short as you had no response. She was right, Lizzie obviously didn’t care enough to show up now, who’s to say she ever will?

“Someone would have to be a complete idiot to stand up a pretty girl like you, and I don’t think those five years at college have been doing her any good apparently.” You grinned as she shrugged her shoulders, knowing herself that she was right.

“Well, now that the better person is here, why don’t we have some fun?” You failed to notice the dinging texts from your phone, and you failed to care. You fully engrossed your mind in the moment with Scarlett, because nothing brought you more joy than doing so.

‘youre hanging out with scarlett? wtf it was a date that’s it’

‘you know i dont like her Y/N’

‘fucking answer me already’

‘im on my way home, you better be there when i arrive’

‘why cant you just take sorry? i told you i was sorry is that not enough’

‘im nearby’

‘stop fucking ignoring me Y/N’

‘baby im sorry imma make it up to you just answer me please’

‘this shit is seriously starting to piss me off’

To anyone else, she would’ve seemed incredibly overbearing and possessive, but you never once saw her that way. She was anxious and worried to lose you, was all.

“You don’t use your phone anymore? If I’m the one paying for that shit then you can fucking answer my texts, Y/N.” Your eyes met hers as you placed your card down for the game the two of you had engaged in. It didn’t help you case how close you two looked as you sat opposite to hide your deck, your legs entangled and your bodies close enough to cause suspicion. You didn’t see it this way, and you assumed Scarlett hadn’t either, so you didn’t understand why Lizzie was so mad.

“Shit, I didn’t know you texted me, I’m sorry.” You quickly responded, but Scarlett was hot on your tails.

“Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to like that?” Lizzie clenched her jaw tightly as she removed her jacket in a quick manner, throwing it on the couch as she spoke.

“I’m talking to my fiancé, Scarlett, and I don’t think you have any place in this. So I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” But she didn’t budge, only crossing her arms over her chest as you watched a small dispute form between the two. It felt like your world was slowly caving in even deeper, and every piece of it was caused by Elizabeth. Scarlett was the one helping you repair her damage, but it didn’t help when you continued on with your relationship still.

“Please stop arguing. I’m sorry, okay? I tried making this house perfect for you and I prepared a nice dinner and a bath, I even wore my nicest dress for you when knowing the pieces cut into my shoulder blade. You didn’t show up and that’s not my fault, and I’m tired of waiting on you for everything. So can I please just have one night where I get to be with my friend and actually laugh and smile before I have to deal with this again? I’m tired of it, Lizzie, it’s so tiring going back and forth with you constantly and I need some time away from you right now.” Their words came to a halt, and they both turned to face you. Your fiancé stared at you with a hint of sadness covered by disbelief, while Scarlett gave you a sorrowful look.

“Seriously? You’re this pissed over one date? We can reschedule or something, I was busy at work because some of us actually have jobs and have to make their own money for a living.”

“It’s not just a date, Liz. You put work before me now and everything has changed. Just because I’m not the one paying for it doesn’t mean I’m not the one putting food on the table, I do just as much as you by taking care of this place.” Your best friend stood closer to you now, rubbing your shoulders soothingly as she took your hand and walked you away. Lizzie followed after you two with complaints, but Scarlett closed the door to your bedroom before she could enter. The lock was turned, and while you felt horrible for not letting your partner into her own room, you knew you didn’t want to see her right now.

“Alright, beautiful, I’ll deal with her and you stay here and try and get some rest for me, yeah?” You nodded and stared at your fingers that tapped against your leg nervously.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make this a big deal.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong, the woman outside that door is the one who did. This will never be your fault, and if she tries to make that seem true you let me know right away.” You were lucky to have the blonde help you so much, and you just wished Liz was able to do the same as her. But they could never compete, Scarlett would always win the way to your heart in the end and deep down your lover knew that, which is why she was so mad you chose her instead of waiting. But she also knew you deserved better than her, and she knew she couldn’t give you the same love you deserved. But she would never be willing to let you go, whether she knew it was wrong or not, you would always be her girl.

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buffyromanoff · 11 months

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You go on a camping trip with your girlfriend Natasha and decide to document every single minute of it (she's about to throw your phone in the lake cause you're worse than a paparazzi)

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romanoffshouse · 2 months

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I know that Natasha would be there for me when I'm not feeling well. She would give me a comforting hug and tell me that she is so proud of how far I had come.

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swaqcenix · 1 year

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༻One Last Kiss | N. Romanoff༺

Natasha Romanoff x reader

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Warnings: Literally none at all! Just fluff and cuteness all around in this one.

Summary: With Natasha going away on a mission for a few days, you both felt the pain of distance. The longing touches and drifting moments. A night of facetime leads to "nothing" meaning everything even with the begging of kisses.

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x agent!reader

Word count: 3.8K

AN: Fun fact, I was never planning this, this is bits of a re-enact of mine and my girlfriend's facetime last night with adjustments so this is pretty much based on true events! :)

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"Promise me you'll be safe?" Your voice was muffled and restrained in her shoulder.

It always was when she had to go away on missions for longer periods of time. In all honesty, you feared even when you were going with her. It was in your nature especially now you got something you never thought you'd get.

Ever since Natasha Romanoff entered your life, your doubts, scars and fears were being healed. You were certain she was your last ever at anything. Maybe she wasn't your first, but she promised to be your last as you hers.

She pulled away, eyes connecting with your own and the smell of pinewood and lavender filled your nose and senses drifting over to you and god. You could get lost in that smell, you would get lost in it all day everyday.

Natasha lifted her left hand up as it came to stroke along your cheek in a silent whisper. You could get lost in her emerald eyes as she could with your own. She smirked at you when you'd been staring too long and nether of you knew how to deal with emotions verbally yet.

"What?" She asked her lips tilted upwards into a soft grin only meant for your eyes.

"Nothing," you whispered back in a soft joke that now lingered between you.

Nothing but everything. That was what you saw and she saw in you. People saw nothing but what they wanted to see. Yet, you both saw everything.

She laughed shaking her head and placed a soft kiss gently on your forehead before resting hers against your own in a intimate and emotional manner. You two often lived in your own world when possible. With you being an agent and herself being an avenger, soft moments like this were rare to come by. Therefore when you did in fact get them, you made the most of what you could.

"Come on Romanoff you and your love bird can see each other when you get back," Tony stark bit at the pair of you like a scolding father.

You pulled apart fast, nether being too content on showing affection in public. It was hard enough to slowly build on it in private, the lost desperation of touches and the growing used to feeling the other's presence. It was a work in progress but you had so much time even if it was precious.

You snorted when you watched the older woman stick her fingers up at Stark causing Steve to stroll past you both mumbling something about language. God damn that old man and his incessant pestering about not swearing. Still it made it funny to mock and tease him whenever you got the chance.

"You too Agent Y/L/N," Fury's voice caused you to tense up slightly still not used to the sternness of his voice.

Natasha took a step back but not before you caught her own eyes and she smiled at you softly. A look crossed over her, one you couldn't place but looked like adoration and admiration.

Her hand clasped in yours in an unspoken gesture, one that didn't need verbalising. She was your hand to hold when the cold wind whips about causing your skin to prickle and chill stinging your core. Yet when her hand lay calmly in your own, when it clasped in yours it didn't sting so much. Her past hurt less and your mind rested more.

"What?" Your said in barely a whisper noticing a look on her face but not wanting to destroy the moment.

She went to say something, but her lips clasped together and she pursued them. Her thoughts danced around her mind as Natasha felt the question pull on her heartstrings. Not yet, she knew not yet.

"Nothing," she half-laughed and her laugh was like a song. Her laughter was the soundtrack of your own soul and makes you dance and drift within.

You had a love hate relationship with that word, despite you being the one to essentially start it. Whenever one of you stared too long, blushed or got flustered, the word what would be asked. Followed by the comical word of 'nothing,' but in reality the word nothing was everything of a something.

With one last squeeze of your hand, Nat backed away smiling at you warmly before turning on her heels and walking at a brisk pace towards the quinjet. You only let out a snort when you saw her slap Stark on the back of the head as you guessed he made yet another joke about the two 'love birds.'

You felt a sense of longing and sadness overcome you as you watched the jet fly away. You almost scoffed at yourself to know what Natasha's presence had simply done to you. Just a few mere moments around the woman would bring you to your knees. Shaking your head at yourself, you found yourself pondering over thoughts and getting lost inside your mind.

A hand resting on your shoulder caused you to jump and your mind came back to reality instantly. Tilting your head to the side you noticed Maria and Fury stood next to you staring up at the same quinjet as it disappeared from view.

You watched them apprehensively as their gazes drifted towards you and you felt your hands clam up and sweat with fear and pain. You expected to be scrutinised or judged significantly for being emotional over someone who scarcely showed emotion around others, but instead Fury cracked what you believed to be a smile.

"She knew what she'd found when she found you. Agent Romanoff did good and I have no doubt you'll do good by her just as she will for you," he stated his voice strong and the hint of authority left slightly.

With that, he turned around heading towards the building that was now scurrying around with other agents. You stood in confusion and a little warmth spread through your body at the thought of him approving.

"Wow, that was something," Hill stated next to you causing you to roll your eyes.

Her relationship with you was always friendly banter, something Nick had come to often have a disdain towards, even though the pair of you knew he was secretly pleased with it.

"What do you mean Hill," you clipped back smirking at her.

"You're practically putty in Romanoff's hands. Besides Nick's approval huh? Now you've really made it," she joked but there was a sense of pride in her voice that made you smile even more.

"Was that his honest attempt at a smile," you laughed and the look on Maria's face said it all.

"Well.."

The pair of you stared at each other for a mere few moments, before doubling over into laughter. Your stomach hurt at the laughter spilling from your mouth and Maria clearly was the same. The tears leaking from her eyes from doubling over so much only spurred you further.

The stern cough coming from behind the both of you caused your laughter to die down. You looked at each other trying to bite back smirks as you turned to face an unimpressed looking Fury stood before you.

"When you two have finished acting like children on a playground, we do have things to do Agents," he gritted out and a laugh escaped your lips causing you to clasp a hand over your mouth.

The pointed look he gave you, spoke a thousand words and you knew you needed to pull yourself together if you wanted to keep your job. Maria gave you a quick glance as you headed into the building whispering towards you.

"Yeah, that's the best you're going to get," causing you to bite back a snort.

It might be a long few days without your lover besides you, but you still had a few reasons to keep your day joyful.

— That same night —

Shutting the door slowly, you slumped against it, your shoulders hunched over in exhaustion. Your body felt weak and tired and the cold air of your apartment hit you in the face.

You wanted to work yourself harder today, perhaps in distraction of Natasha being away for a while, or perhaps simply to challenge yourself. Ether or, you definitely regretted it.

Maria and Fury tried to get you to relax a little but you being you with your stubborn ass refused and just powered through. As you slipped your shoes off, you winced as your feet finally touched the cold wooden floor relaxing for what felt like the first time in days.

You could imagine Natasha's disapproving look glaring you down, being annoyed that you overworked yourself. In your defence it wasn't like she didn't do the same thing. You padded across the room, placing your bags down before removing the gun strapped to your waist and placing it on the kitchen counter.

Your mind often flittered over to your girlfriend, whether she was staying safe. Or at least in her word's trying to do so. You yawned flexing your fingers on the counter before pouring yourself a cup of chamomile tea. It was what Natasha made you to calm your nerves and with her being away on a mission you felt the need to feel closer to her in any way imaginable.

The wave of sadness hit you once more and you scoffed at yourself and who you'd become. You were supposed to be a SHIELD Agent, a good one at that. While you might have the energy of a golden retriever, you were still hardcore on the outside just as Natasha was. It appeared you'd both melted away the exterior's until there was no amor and no mask. Just you both and you both alone.

Grabbing your steaming mug of tea, you headed towards the couch clumsy and all but delicately flopping down on it, turning on a film. Your eyes glanced at the screen as you flicked through netflix smirking when you saw Moonraker. It was one of her favourite films to the extent she knew every single god damn line.

You flicked it on and cringed inwardly. The older woman had played it so many times when you were with her, you'd almost grown sick of it. Yet you were sat on the couch right now in what was your shared apartment, that felt rather lonely right now. You settled down watching the scene where Hugo Drax and Bond were discussing the infamous crush, but all you could think of was Natasha repeating the lines next to you.

You tilted your head to the left noticing her hoodie folded up neatly on the arm of the couch causing your face to scrunch in surprise. You didn't remember placing that there?

Shuffling further across and placing your knees underneath you unfolded it to see a cutely written note there, your heart melting at the sight. You unwrapped it and read it trying not to blush, despite being alone.

Dear Y/N,

I know you'll be worrying and stressing. Just know on the quinjet when I get interrogated about you, wondering what draws me to you.

I'd say I like your eyes, lips, the furrow of your brow when you concentrate just to finish with just about every part of you. They'll smile as I do when I think of you and see you.

I'll be home soon Malyshka. I assure you, but for now take my hoodie as a part of me. I can't share all my past and secrets at once. But I can share myself.

Stay warm detka. As warm as you keep me.

-Natasha

You hadn't realised your throat had restricted with emotions and your eyes had gotten glassy until you'd gotten to the last line. 'As warm as you keep me.' She always knew just what to say.

As you popped the note the coffee table, you slipped the hoodie on smiling as you were hit with her scent. Natasha clearly knew how to comfort you even without her being there for you directly.

Your eye's focused back on the screen but you couldn't focus on the film anymore. The scent of your girlfriend was lulling you into a peaceful slumber a distant but warming hug around you felt so comforting.

— Later on into the night —

A noise echoing through the room disrupted your sleep, causing you to stir slowly. At first you thought you had dreamt it, but the noise continued even as you woke.

Groaning at whoever had interrupted your nap, you snatched your phone off the table ready to snap at whoever interrupted your lovely dream and evening. That was until your eyes widened in surprise as you saw Natasha's name come on your phone face-timing you.

Natasha never faced timed you unless it was a deadly emergency or a pre planned call. You felt a wave of anxiety rise in your system as your mind began spiralling and overthinking instantly. What if she got injured? What if...

Deciding to push away the intrusive and dramatic thoughts to the side, your hand pressed the accept button, as you propped yourself up more to awaken further.

Natasha's face popped on the screen and relief flooded your system instantly. She was sat up in bed, of what you assumed to a hotel her currently dyed blonde hair tucked behind her ears. Her reading glasses that only you knew of were perched on her face and she looked utterly.. mesmerising.

"Natasha?! Are you okay, are you injured?!" You began to babble on still an inkling of worry running through your veins.

However, the older woman only softly broke into a smile as she listened to ramble on. She let out a small laugh, cutting you off before you began to panic further.

"Y/N/N, I promise I'm okay in one piece. I just wanted to hear you, that's all," she stated nibbling on her bottom lip in what you could only put down as a nervous state.

"Oh thank god, I got your note by the way," you face flushed as her own mouth curved into a shit eating grin.

"So I can see, missed me that much you couldn't wait to get the hoodie on huh, detka?"

She teased you relentlessly, even when on a face-time call and sometimes you wanted to just kiss that grin right off her smug face. Still, you adored that part of her. You wish you could verbalise that you loved or adored her, you just. didn't know how..

"So, Steve got really annoyed at Tony when he decided to enter a whole ass competition with the guy we were supposed to be getting intel from," she continued on with her story as you just listened intently.

You hummed for her to continue just getting lost in the way her cheeks flushed at the thought of memories and how her eyes narrowed when she spoke and got lost in her own mind.

"I'm always picking up after them as you know so I had to handle them I did get.. slightly bruised but, I'm okay," she quickly rushed as you sat up further at hearing her of her bruise.

"Natalia," you whined.

It was a name you only called her when a serious moment arose, whether you were having a serious conversation and needed her to understand you, or when she didn't see herself the way you did. You used it once by accident after she told you of it and the look on her face.. She cried and you worried you'd crossed the line.

In reality it had been so long since she'd heard that name, she begged you to repeat it over and over again. So you did. You repeated the name Natalia as you kissed every inch of her until you fell asleep as one.

"I assure you babe, I'm not hurt. It just you know.."

"Hurts like a bitch," you finished for her causing you both to giggle in spurts of laughter.

As she continued her story you half-zoned out too busy focusing on the details of her face. Her eyes were the hue of the spring growth, of the dancing fields of grass, bright and soft all at once. There were flecks of strength and pain that lingered but whenever she looked at you, the pain and anguish dissipated into adoration and hope.

Her hands danced around the air that the atoms parted for her, as she focused and relaxed herself entirely while talking to you. The freckles on her face dotted around her, allowing you to tilt you head in complete mesmerisation as you saw her entirely.

"What?" She whispered and you flushed realising you'd been caught.

You bit your lip, wondering if you could ever say how you saw her. You didn't see what she saw. A girl without hope and without light. You saw a strong, admirable woman who carried the weight of the world and still looked and always would look utterly flawless.

"Nothing," you whispered back.

She let out a heavy sigh, nonverbally scolding you for not saying. Nothing meant everything between the two of you, while you may dance and dodge around the word, you both knew what it meant deep down.

"Very well, how about some Karaoke?"

The two of you spent the remaining hour giggling well into the night like two high school girls in love, but too stupid and scared to verbalise it aloud. As you sang along to a spanish song, that then switched into a Welsh song you'd learnt as a kid you danced around the room.

She sat and watched only smiling wide and her eyes glowed even in the darkest of rooms. They glowed for you as that nothing bloomed into something.

"I want to kiss you," she randomly blurted out causing you to almost give yourself whiplash at the comment.

"What?" You said taken aback by surprise at how she randomly said it.

However, she buried her face in her hands mumbling an apology. You smirked at how she got just as flustered as you, the big bad Natasha Romanoff a flustering and blushing mess.

"You can if you want, but I don't know how to do that through a call," you looked at the screen watching her peak her eyes through her hands.

"Blow me a kiss," she mumbled under her breath too quietly for you to catch.

"I didn't catch that Nat?"

"Blow me a kiss then," she repeated the confidence running back through her veins.

It was now your turn to be a flustered mess as you stared up at the ceiling. Your face turned a beetroot red as you avoided eye contact with the screen even as Natasha continued to plead.

It was only cracking on eye open, you tilted your head towards the camera of your phone and you scrunched your nose in confusion. Natasha was staring at you in awe, if that could be even the way to describe it. Her lips were turned up in a genuine and gentle smile as she watched you in a soft caring manner.

"What?" You asked voice laced with curiosity.

Her soft smile faltered for a second, before being replaced by a shit eating grin. She perched herself further forward before responding back causing you to scoff at the irony.

"Nothing," she replied back.

You simply rolled your eyes and you drifted back into a soft conversation as you asked her to read to you. She was hesitant at first, not too sure why you'd want her to read to you at all.

"Your voice," you stated as though it was purely obvious.

"My voice?" She questioned confused.

"It soothes me sweetheart," the nickname slipped from your lips. If she caught it though she didn't let it known.

She settled on reading Little women and you admired her once more even as the minutes passed you by. Your hearts were too ruthless to break, especially hers. Her heart was gold, even if Natasha didn't know it.

You didn't care if the world disapproved, if the world frowned upon you falling for a "deadly" Assassin, as your world was only her. If you were frowned upon and deemed wrong it felt like heaven with her, it was in fact heaven.

"What?" She said with more determination this time, as she shut the book catching you staring shamelessly once more.

You contemplated on saying nothing once more. Nothing meant everything and something all at once. So many truths hidden behind them. She was your moonlight as you her sunlight. Her light in the dark, her poet to a solider.

"You're beautiful," you whispered half a truth. She wasn't just beautiful. She was a goddess.

She flushed heavily though all the same and as the night drew to a close and tiredness succumb to you both, she glanced at you with her own unspoken nothing as everything.

"What Natalia," you rubbed your eyes in a sleepy manner.

"I adore you Y/N," she said with confidence and clarity.

If the world could stop once and once alone, it had done just that. The nothing's and the somethings had became everything's and understanding's. The unspoken became spoken and the lie's became truth's. She became yours even more that night as you became even more hers.

"I adore you too Natasha Romanoff," you said with just as much honesty.

"Goodnight Detka," she yawned and you chose the final seconds of a call to do it.

As the call came to the end your hand touched your lips as you blew a kiss to your own drift of wind, to your own russian spy. To your own protector of a widow. Your own Natalia, your moonlight.

As your eyes closed softly your phone pinged one more time as you glanced a soft grin appeared on your face.

My Widow

'I got my kiss! 😘'

Sometimes the nothings meant everything, just as your last kiss of the night meant anything but just a last kiss. It was the start of the everything. The start of the lasts with your widow.

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d3adp00ls · 2 years

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Y/n running into the living room where everyone is at: NATASHA SAID SHE IS IN LOVE WITH ME!!!

Natasha:I did not.

Y/n: yessss I told you on the phone “don’t say anything if you’re in love with me” and guess what? You didn’t say anything.

Natasha: I literally told you I wouldn’t hear you for a moment because I walked away

Y/n: Lies

Natasha: Really?

Y/n: yup!! You’re just scared that everyone will know that you are total simp for me, but that’s ok because I too, am a simp for you.

Natasha: you’re delusional.

Y/n: You’re in denial.

Natasha: IM THE ONE IN DENIAL???

Y/n: Yes.

Steve: y/n I think you’re the one in denial..

Y/n: oh shut up old man I’m not in denial Nat is.

Wanda: what is she denial about?

Y/n: her love for me.

Natasha: Y/n…

Y/n: I was recording the whole call I have proof

Natasha: so you also recorded the part where I said I was leaving.

Y/n:….

Natasha: Yeah that’s what i thought.

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beanxemily · 2 years

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Y/n: Nat, I got a question about the F-word.

Nat: What F-word?

Y/n: My father.

Nat: Oh.

Y/n: The fuck you think I was talking about?

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gingiesworld · 10 months

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Let's Talk

Scarlett Johansson x GN! Reader

Warning: Angst. Fluff. Smut. Reader has a penis. P in V. Unprotected sex.

18+ Minors DNI

Well guys, this One Shot won the poll. So please enjoy

Everyone thought that both Y/N and Scarlett had the perfect relationship, well it used to be before they both started to drift apart. Neither felt the spark between them that they did once.

Y/N had spent as much time as they could doing work either in the home office or at work, while Scarlett tried to stay on set as much as she could. Whenever her co-stars would ask her about them, she would lie and say they were doing good. Although truthfully, she had no idea how they were. Neither of them spoke to each other.

One night as she left set, she got asked once again and shr relayed the same lie as usual. Something that had become a routine, but as she was on the drive home, she had tried to think of when everything had changed between the two, why it changed and she kept coming up blank.

So once she returned home, she decided that they needed a talk. She was tired of the silence and loneliness even though Y/N was in the house. What she never really realised was that Y/N had been given a huge project to overlook and a deadline which was impossibly close.

"We need to talk." She told them as she walked inside of their office.

"Can't it wait. I have to get this finished." They told her tiredly as their eyes remained on the screen.

"No, it can't!" She told them as she closed their laptop. "We need to talk now Y/N!"

"Ok." They turned to face her with a stoic expression. That was the moment she noticed how tired they looked. "Let's talk."

"I uh." She stuttered as Y/N chuckled as they stood up.

"You wanted this talk Scarlett so talk." They told her. "Because if you aren't going to say anything, I will just go back to my project."

"Of course, work always comes first." She scoffed as Y/N shook their head no.

"It doesn't!" They yelled. "I have a project with a deadline that is closing faster than the Flash himself and I don't think I can do it! If I don't do it I could get fired Scar. I could lose my job!"

"Why didn't you tell me?" She asked them.

"Because you were never here and you never asked." They sighed as they rubbed their brow. "So I just got stuck in. I have barely slept because I need to finish it." They sat down on their chair with a defeated look on their face.

"Baby." Scarlett stepped before them. "You should have told me." Her hands on either side of their neck, going down to their shoulders. Massaging them softly. "Maybe you need some loosening up and a good nights sleep." She then took their hand and led them to their shared bedroom. She started to strip as they watched her. In her lingerie set, she soon pushed them on the bed. Straddling their lap and brushing their noses together. "I missed you." She whispered as Y/N closed their eyes. Relishing in the closeness between the two of them.

"I missed you doll." They told her, licking her lips before she pressed her lips on theirs in a bruising kiss. Y/N's hands gripped her hips, helping her grind on their hardening member. Their hands roaming her back as Scarlett moaned into the kiss. Y/N's tongue roaming the depths of her mouth, moaning when Scarlett sucked on their tongue.

The animal within them coming alive as they removed her bra before standing up, turning her to face the full body mirror they have. Scarlett moaned as she watched Y/N's hand smoothly make it's way up to her breast. Massaging it roughly before she pushed her ass into their hardened cock.

Y/N growled as they bit into her neck, sucking on her skin as Scarlett held their neck, keeping their lips on her skin. Y/N's free hand made it's way inside of her panties and through her folds. She moaned as their finger applied pressure to her clit. Scarlett's moans echoed in the room as she closed her eyes as Y/N pinched her nipple roughly.

"Open your eyes." Y/N growled as they bit her ear. "I want you to watch yourself as you cum. Watch as I fuck you raw." She moaned when Y/N's hardened member brushed up against her ass. She listened as Y/N used their hand that was on her breast unbuckle their belt and push down their jeans and underwear. Allowing their hardened member to spring free. They opened Scarletts legs more and moved their hardened member through her soaked folds.

"Fuck." She moaned as Y/N bottomed out in one swift movement. Gripping her hips hard as the two faltered forward, Scarlett's hands resting either side of the mirror as Y/N's grip tightened.

"You're taking me so well." They husked out as they hammered into her. Her legs shaking and her hands slipping due to the force. Y/N then pushed her up against the mirror, earning a loud gasp as her hard nipples came into contact with the cold mirror. "Fuck Scar, I don't wanna pull out."

"Don't." She said as she rested her cheek against the cold glass. "Cum in me. Fill me up."

"You need my cum huh?" They asked as they grunted as they went harder.

"Please. Make me yours." She told them. She heard them growl at her words. "Ruin me."

With that, Y/N's hand made it's way to her front, applying pressure to her sensitive clit. Making her squeal in pleasure as the knot in her stomach tightened.

"You want to carry my babies?" They asked her as she nodded. "Answer me!" They growled as they thrust harder than before.

"Yes. Please." She begged them as they continued to pound into her harder. The two of them were getting closer to their climax. With one swift thrust, Y/N coated her walls with their seed, slowing their movements as Scarlett came.

When Y/N pulled out, they got on their knees and spread her folds, smirking as both of their juices leaked out of her.

"We are nowhere near done here." They told her when they started to thrust three fingers inside. Relishing in the sounds of her moans and their cum mixing together, just starting the long night they are going to spend together.

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yelenasdiary · 7 months

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Hi hi hi! Can I request Flufftober Scarlett x Reader romantic? Maybe falling asleep in Scarlett’s arms after a hard day? Or attending a party where Scarlett wants nothing more than to be by your side always?

Thank you 🙏🙏🫡

Feels Like Home

Pairing: Scarlett Johansson x GN! Reader

Summary: After a long, long day at work, Scarlett makes the afternoon super relaxing.

Warnings: None | 0.8K

AC: Thank you for requesting this, I hope you enjoy it! x

October Special Masterlist

Your legs, arms, neck and back all ached as you walked through the front door of your home, greeted by the smell of a home cooked meal causing you to sigh in relief. Scarlett was home, after being away for two days, you were glad to have her home, especially after today. Working in childcare has its ups and downs, the downside is how tiring it is by the end of the day.

Covered in all sorts of things, the first thing you do is kick your shoes off and sneak off to the bathroom. A warm shower helped relax your body, thank god it was Friday and you had the weekends off. Being so close to Halloween, the children were busy making all kinds of different Halloween decorations to take home to their family.

After your shower, you wandered into the kitchen, smiling softly when you locked eyes with Scarlett. "Welcome home" she walked over to you, wrapped her arms around you. "I could say the same about you" you replied with a chuckle before letting your body sink into her hold. Scar placed a kiss on the top of your head, "rough day?" she asked seeing how drained you looked.

"Long, just a long, long day" you replied as you kindly pulled away to look into her eyes, "I missed you a lot" you added. You always did miss her when she was away but even more so when you were exhausted. "I figured the last few days were tough, I'm cooking your favourite, and it should be ready in the next 20 minutes. Go get yourself comfy on the sofa, I've already placed a hot coco on the coffee table and your favourite blanket is waiting for you" Scarlett replied, placing a kiss on your lips.

"You're the best" you complimented before making your way into the living room.

Netflix was already waiting for you to endlessly scroll through until Scarlett joined you on the sofa, your favorite fluffy blanket was calling your name as you sat down and pulled it over yourself, reaching for the mug of fresh coco to warm your hands. You weren't even bothered that you left your phone in the bedroom or the fact that you still hadn't gone grocery shopping like you planned too after work, but then again, you knew Scarlett probably had already covered that as well.

"Here you are my love" Scarlett smiled as she handed you a dish of your favorite meal that smelt amazing, she always was able to cook it to perfection. "Thank you, baby! It looks amazing!" you replied, suddenly remembering just how hungry you truly were having last eaten at lunchtime.

The two of you ate over small talk before finally deciding on a movie to watch, The Mother. Scarlett was more into the movie while you struggled to stay awake, especially when you were cuddled up with Scar and her fingers running through your hair. You were more focused on the sound of her heart beating and feeling the way her stomach moved against you as she breathed in and out, she was like a natural relaxant.

Soon enough you felt your body drifting off into a slumber, you tried your best to stay awake to finish the movie, but you couldn't fight the fatigue and eventually Scarlett heard soft snores coming from you. She pulled the blanket up to cover you more and placed another kiss on the top of your head, "I love you" she whispered even if you couldn't hear her.

Falling asleep in the arms of somebody you loved so dearly was a feeling of home in itself. You felt safe, loved, valued and seen. All things Scarlett never failed to make you feel, even with her celebrity status, she always made it clear that nothing ever felt like home than being at home with you.

By morning, you woke up in your shared bed, Scarlett still asleep beside you. She had carried you to bed shortly after the movie had finished but you were so tired, you didn't even feel a thing. You couldn't help yourself but kiss the blonde's cheek softly before slipping out of bed and making your way to the kitchen. You were right, Scarlett had taken care of the grocery shopping, you grabbed all the ingredients you needed to make some French toast and freshly squeezed orange juice.

You were squeezing the juice when you felt two arms wrap around your waist, "good morning" Scarlett's raspy voice pulled a smile from your lips. "You were supposed to stay in bed" you chuckled, "I wanted to surprise you with breakfast in bed!" you added.

"I'm sorry, I missed you. I went to snuggle you, but you were missing, I thought I lost you" She joked, making you both chuckle at her poorly made joke.

"Well, act surprised, breakfast is served" you turned in her arms and smiled softly before holding up some French toast to her lips, she took a bite and hummed at the taste, "best French toast I have ever had!" she complimented.

"The chef only takes compliments in kisses" you smirked with a raised brow. Scarlett pulled you closer and kissed you softly. This was home, to you and to her.

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m0nsterqzzz · 3 months

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Something Small

pairing: wanda maximoff x gn!reader

summary: you and wanda celebrate your one year anniversary, and she makes you cry. Happy tears of course.

warnings: tiny mention of death of a loved one, wanda making reader happy cry? literally just fluff

a/n: so this one means a lot to me as when I was a kid, my dad always used to play the guitar for me before I'd go to bed the same way his mother did for him. When his mom died, he stopped doing it. i was a kid so i didn't understand how much it hurt for him to even hear the sound of a guitar, but now that I'm older i understand it much more. I understand it even more now that's he's been deployed for over a year and half and even the sound of guitar makes me sad. He facetimed me the other day and played for me when he learned I was having a hard time sleeping, and i instantly burst into tears. My mom hasn't always been the best, but my dad has. So this one goes out to him even though I would rather die then show him my tumbler account. also, just rewatched the nanny diaries because scarlett johansson, and i remember how much i fucking love that movie so if you havent seen it, watch it.

song used as one dad sings because its the song my dad always sung for me: "Sweet Pea" by Amos Lee

The day you told Wanda about your childhood was the day she realized she loved you. It was weird timing but it was the way your eyes shimmered as you talked about your parents and siblings that made something inside her change. It was a look of far gone happiness, one that she wanted to make come back. You’d been dating for six months at the time, and she had recently told you about her brother and parents. “They sound like amazing people.” You’d told her, and she appreciated the way you didnt add a, “they were”. It's strange, but something breaks inside her every time someone reminds her they're dead.

You told her you felt the same way as you told her about your father, and she’d replied with, “It’s because you love him. No matter where he is, no matter what changes in your life, that’ll never change.” She understood it in a way nobody else in your life did, the same way you understand her.

She’s never really believed in soulmates, but if they did exist, she's sure your hers. When she told you that one night as you guys were getting ready for bed, you just smiled and kissed her. You’ve known she was yours since the very beginning.

She was recently sent on a week-long mission, and she’ll be back just in time for your one year anniversary. You both agreed on getting something small for each other, so you bought her a few books she's been talking about recently and some new rings. She’s not a big jewelry person, but rings are something she cannot leave the house without putting on.

The sound of the front door opening takes your eyes away from the TV screen, and you jump up from the couch to run to her. “Wanda!” “моя любовь!” She catches you as you jump into her arms, holding you up with two arms and closing the door with her foot. You move back a bit to look her in the eyes, and it’s silent as you stare at each other with admiration. She has a small cut above her eyebrow, and a bit of dirt on her. Other than that, she seems fine.

She doesn’t drop you as she leans in to give you a kiss, but she does gently set you down as she takes off her shoes and tells you, “I missed you.”

“I missed you too witchy.” You say. You guys stand there in the entryway for what feels like forever, embracing each other in silence before she decides to go take a shower.

When she comes back, she practically forces you to sit down and relax so she can serve the food even though you tell her she should after a mission. Wanda’s always been like that. Caring, even when she really just needs to be cared for.

You guys eat dinner while you talk, the previously silent room being filled with laughs and sighs of contentment. She doesn’t talk about the mission, as she always says she doesn’t like talking about work during her moments with you. She always tells you about them as you guy’s get ready for bed, and you listen to every word no matter how tired.

You guys always split the duty of dishes. She washes, and you dry and put away. It’s a boring process, but doing it with her always makes it worth it. The redhead then leads you to the living room as she uses her powers to turn on your favorite movie. She goes to grab something from behind the couch, probably a present, and you immediately stop her, “Can I go first? Please?” She nods without hesitation, almost like she's relieved she doesn’t have to go first.

Sprinting to your guys bedroom and then back, you join her on the couch and hand her the back. It’s sparkly green- her favorite color, even though everyone thinks it’s red- with white tissue paper. She basically throws the tissue paper behind her with a smile, which turns into a full on grin when she reads the titles of the books you got her. One thing about the witch is that she's easy to shop for. When you first started dating, a list of the books she currently wanted was placed on the fridge right next to the grocery list. You had simply laughed it off, but she continues to update it over time and it's become increasingly helpful.

Then she sees the rings, ones she had pointed out in a thrift store a few weeks ago. She slips on her fingers, and it takes everything in you to not make a comment about how hot her hands are. One is made up of tiny fake pearls, and that one goes on her pointer finger. Then a skeleton bone one, which goes on her ring finger, a small gold one with a red stone on it. That one goes on her pinky. Then a white one with a gold line going through the middle, which goes on the pointer finger of her other hand. She seems happy, and that makes you happy.

She gives you a small kiss and then mumbles against your lips, “Thank you my love.” The redhead sits up straight again, giving you a nervous smile and reaching behind the couch to grab something. She brings out an acoustic guitar, one similar to the one that your dad would use every night when he would play you a lullaby. In fact, right down to the tiny spot of blue paint marker your brother put on the side of it when he was five, it's the exact replica.

“So I um…..I tracked down your aunt.” Your girlfriend begins, not quite meeting your eyes as she fiddles gently with the strings. When you were a teenager and your father first died and your aunt came to pick up his things as she said you and your brother couldn't keep any of his stuff, you wanted to scream at her and rip the instrument out of her hands when she grabbed it. You don’t feel that way about Wanda holding it.

“After a polite conversation and a little bit of threatening, she handed over the guitar.” You giggle, bringing a small smile to her face. “Then I went to Clint and Laura, who spent a very long time teaching me how to play.” Your smile grows and she begins playing a familiar tune. The one your dad played. “They got very frustrated with me very quickly but they said since it was for you, they’d help me learn the song your dad made you. So I went to your aunt again and kind of stole the sheet music. I’m not very sure if that woman likes me.” “That’s okay honey. She doesn’t like anyone.”

You both quietly laugh before she clears her throat and says, “So I’m going to play it for you. I just hope you don’t hate it.” You don’t have time to tell her that you could never hate a gift from her before she's playing the chords. She messes up a few times, but it’d really be no obvious to someone how did not grow up hearing the song. Her honey-like voice fills your ears and it's like you're right back there, laying in bed with your favorite stuffed animal and watching as your dad easily moves his fingers over the frets.

“Sweet pea, apple of my eye.

Don't know when and I don't know why.

You're the only reason I keep on coming home.”

Her voice is different from your dads, but that only makes it ten times better. You can quickly feel tears begin to form in your eyes.

“Sweet pea, what's all of this about?

Don’t get your way, all you do is fuss and pout.

You’re the only reason I keep on coming home.

I'm like the Rock of Gibraltar, I always seem to falter

And the words just get in the way

Oh, I know I'm gonna crumble and I'm trying to stay humble

But I never think before I say”

A few weeks ago, Wanda had laid with you in the dark and quietly asked as she was falling asleep, “What the hell is the Rock of Gibraltar?” You had tiredly told her what it was even as confused as you were, and it makes a lot more sense now.

“Sweet pea, keeper of my soul

I know sometimes I'm out of control

You're the only reason I keep on coming”

She is out of control sometimes, but you know how to bring her back. Actually, you’re one of the only people in her life that can.

“You're the only reason I keep on coming, yeah

You're the only reason I keep on coming home”

She lets the tune ring out into the silence as she concludes the song, and she doesn’t meet your eyes until she hears you sniffle. You have tears streaming down your face, and she instantly panics. “Why are you crying my love? Oh god. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to make you cry. Was it that bad?”

You send her a smile despite the tears and shake your head. “No. Happy tears Wands.” She sighs in relief, wiping your tears with her sleeves as you take a deep breath. “That was beautiful.” You lean into her touch as she caresses your cheek. “When my dad died……i hated the sound of music. I wondered how something so amazing could exist if something as great as him couldn’t.” She nods in understanding. “My siblings would try to play for me, and I literally broke a piano once because of how much I hated the sound of instruments. As I got older, I got more used to hearing music, but I didn’t exactly enjoy it. It was mine and my dads thing. He would go to work for a long time and I’d barely see him but I knew that at the end of the day, every single day, he’d be there to sing to me. So many things changed over time but that never did. Until….well until it did.”

She listens as you talk, humming everyone in a while to show she's listening but also stays silent so you can talk. You run your fingers gently over the wood of the guitar as if it’ll break if you touch too hard. “But when I met you……you played music everywhere. In the car? Music was playing. Making dinner? Music was playing. Hell you get in trouble constantly for wearing earbuds on missions so you can listen to music. And at first, I struggled with it. I wasn’t going to admit it because I knew how much you loved it and I’m happy I did it. Because now, I don’t associate music with how mad I am at the universe for taking my dad, but with you. My favorite person.” Her eyes sparkle in a way that makes you want to wrap her in bubble wrap and protect her from anything and everything.

“You’re my favorite person too.” She says as she leans in to hug you, burying her head in your neck. “And I love you.” Your girlfriend adds as she places a gentle kiss on the side of your neck. “I love you to Wands.” You mumble.

You don’t see it, but she lets one arm release you and places it in her hoodie pocket, squeezing the black ring box tightly. If she wasn’t sure before, she is now.

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denaliwrites · 6 months

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Trust in Me, Just in Me

Cale Erendreich x GN!Reader

Summary: You're not sure how, but you manage to convince Cale to take you to a Halloween festival.

Soundrack: Trust in Me by Scarlett Johansson

Requests: Open!

Warnings: It's Cale Erendreich.

"C'mon, Cale. It'll be fun!" You give him an enthusiastic grin, tugging him in the direction of the corn maze.

"Babe, you have the mental fortitude of a yorkie," he protests with a sigh. "The damn doorbell terrifies you."

You turn with a dejected pout. "That's not true! Just last week you took me to see that new scary movie and I didn't scream once!"

"You covered your eyes during Pirates of the Caribbean."

"One part, Cale! One part!"

You really aren't that terrified of everything, he just likes to tease you. And he'll never admit it, but he loves to tease you so much because the shade of pink your cheeks turn looks beautiful on you.

"Fine," he finally relents, and with an excited squeal you drag him to the entrance.

Despite his teasing, he never once lets your hand out of his grip, and he watches each and every one of your delightedly frightened reactions with rapt attention.

A few times you look back at him curiously, wondering why he's watching you so intently. Every time you're about to ask, another monster jumps out at you and your terrified yelp cuts off your thoughts, chasing them away.

You turn a corner and the werewolf that materializes at your side gets a little too close, making you not only scream but also jump back into Cale. His solid body doesn't flinch, but the arm that isn't attached to the hand holding yours does wrap around your waist protectively.

Curiously, the werewolf seems to retreat in fear. You look back to see Cale's face, but if there was anything there it's already passed, and he's looking at you with a brow cocked curiously.

"What is it?" he asks.

"Nothing. Just admiring you," you admit, an embarrassed smile blooming across your face.

"This hardly seems an appropriate place to be doing that," he comments dryly, and you giggle in response, releasing some nervous tension.

He coaxes you forward, and you dutifully continue.

There are a few more scares before you're out of the maze, and you prance out of it with a beaming grin. "See!" you say, parting from him so that you can turn to face him. "I was only a little scared."

His eyes are practically glued to you, but he seems distracted, only acknowledging you with a soft grunt.

"What is it?" you ask, hands wringing nervously.

He seems startled, coming back to himself with another, slightly more aggressive grunt. "Oh. Nothing," he replies, unconvincingly.

"You were staring at me through the whole maze, too," you continue. "And I'm pretty sure you were about to kill that werewolf..."

"Oh." He waves a hand dismissively. "No. It's..." He hesitates, making a sound at the back of his throat. "You're just... so trusting. You trusted me to keep you safe in there."

"Well... yeah," you say, blinking. "You're my boyfriend."

"I don't trust you to keep me safe," he replied, and you're expression dropped, and you could tell he immediately regretted saying it. "I don't mean... I trust you -- it's..." Another sound at the back of his throat. "I don't want you to have to keep me safe. I like being the protector."

"Sometimes the protectors do need protecting, though."

"If there's ever a time where I'm the one who needs to be protected, we've got a bigger problem than our roles in the relationship."

You're not sure what that means, but you don't press for an explanation. Instead, you take the step separating you and pull him into a hug.

"Thank you for protecting me in there," you murmur, and he wraps his arms around you.

"I always will."

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goldenempyrean · 1 year

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With You

❥ Valentines Drabbles: Day 3

❥ Pairing: Scarlett x Sick Reader

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It had been a while since the two of you had time off to go on vacation together, and what made this time even more exciting was that Valentine's Day fell in the middle of the when you’d planned to go on your trip, allowing you to do something extra special for her. Everything seemed great at first; you'd chosen to and visit Italy since neither of you had gone there for reasons other than work and to be mindful of your carbon emission, the pair of you decided against flying privately and chose to take a commercial flight.

The only slight hiccup was that the lady in the adjacent seat to you seemed to have rather audible cold. The whole flight she was a sniffly mess - it was obvious the poor dear really shouldn’t have been flying in that condition. The lady offered to ask if she could move seats, but not wanting to seem rude, you told her that wasn't necessary. Luckily though, the flight itself wasn't too bad and you didn’t think much of it - not until a day or so later when you woke up to an annoying scratchiness at the back of your throat.

You had tried not to say anything, you didn’t disturb Scarlett’s time out just because you simply had a sore throat. You spend the day touring through Rome, to be honest it was really quite fun. However, as the day wore on, that aching throat only intensified, eventually being accompanied by repetitive sniffles and errant sneezes. To her credit, Scarlett had noticed something wasn't right with you – you were quieter than usual, but despite her politely asking whether everything was alright, you insisted that everything was fine.

That didn’t last long. Exhausted, you had fallen asleep in the taxi and instead of waking you up, Scarlett had chosen to just carry you back to the room. Maybe you could’ve just passed it off as fatigue but as Scarlett laid you down onto the bed, she leant down to press a kiss to your forehead but instead was instantly alarmed feeling of heat coming from your skin. The fever was a subtle one, but enough for Scarlett to fret. She'd been watching you for a while and her suspicions of you getting sick were confirmed.

You woke up after a few hours to Scarlett gently dabbing a tissue beneath your nose. Full of grogginess, you gave a very congested sounding groan as you slowly woke up.

“Your nose was running in your sleep.” Scarlett explained as she nodded down towards the tissue in her hand, frowning a little when a chill ran through your body leading to you shaking a little.

Scarlett pulled the blanket a little tighter around you, “You should’ve told me you weren’t feeling well,” she spoke lightly, her words holding no malice behind them, “You caught the plane lady’s cold, hm?”

You went to shake your head, a final attempt a denial but the action only served to irritate the burning tingle in your nose, “I di- Hh didn’t wan- Hih-h’Htshiiu! Sorry, s’cus me, what I meant to say was I didn't want to ruin your trip..." The words were barely comprehensible over your sore throat and a stuffed-up nose, “it was meant to be special...”

"First of all, bless you cutie, and special? This is special." Scarlett smiles and brings a cup of water to your mouth, helping you sip it before handing you a packet of tissues, gently stroking your hair as you rested your head against her chest. There was heat rising through her shirt, but it was no matter. She was warm in a comforting way. "If anyone can help you feel better, I can."

“That’s sweet love, but I wanted it to be special for us. We’re in Italy on Valentines. It's meant to be romantic.” You couldn’t help but whine a little as you spoke, feeling a little guilty that you’d ruined her time.

"You want romance, hm?" She looks down at you, still with that gentle smile, she ran her hand down your exposed arm, “I think it’s pretty romantic that I get to be here with you. Valentine’s is about being around those you love, and all I need is you. I just need to be with you, the rest doesn’t matter.”

"You're right. You're right, love," You mumbled as you tried to listen to the steady thrum and slow heartbeat of her heart, the sound of her breathing lulling you into a comfortable peace. The world drifts away and her touch calms your discomfort, you could feel your eyelids growing heavy quickly.

“Of course, I’m right, now you try and get some sleep darling. I’ll be here the whole time and tomorrow, we can spend the whole day cuddling up and making you feeling better. I’ll be right here with you.”

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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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