Timebomb
Timebomb
Adoptive Mom!Natasha Romanoff x Child!Reader + Avengers
Word Count: 5.3K
A/N: A kid!reader develops powers after being attacked in New York. The Avengers have to decide what to do with them.
Also part of a March Madness event run by @missmonsters2 This is loosely based on Matilda. :)
You’d had a life. A whole life, with parents who loved you and an apartment that you called home. That’s what you liked to imagine anyway. It didn’t matter. Whatever it was, it was over now.
Aliens had attacked New York. You didn’t remember your family, but they’d been collateral damage. You didn’t remember the apartment, but you’d seen the blasted brick and mortar of where it might have been.
Your first memory was a light. Blue until it touched your skin. You’d glowed golden for a minute, felt an uncomfortable warmth trickle underneath your skin. You hadn’t been sure if you were alive or dead.
You’d been scared, but, in truth, it had been over quickly.
When they found you, lying in the rubble, you hadn’t been human anymore.
Before that, you’d been just like everyone else; running for your life. Then a blast from Loki’s scepter had caught you in the chest.
A police officer had found you first. He’d run towards you with the steady diligence of an emergency responder in the middle of an unthinkable emergency.
His hand had touched your shoulder and, just like that, you’d gone off like a bomb.
The next person to come close, did not touch you.
You’d woken from your own explosion to see several figures emerging from the clouds of dust. Every one of them had a gun. Every gun was trained on you. Every breath stung as you inhaled fragments of the rubble around you.
You tried desperately to remember who you were, but all you could think of was your fear. There was a low thrum of constant pain around your chest. You brought your hands to your ribs instinctively, recoiling at the instant rush of pain.
You tried not to look at the guns. You tried not to think about the cold determination of those holding them. You tried, instead, to listen to the one woman who was speaking.
Clear and direct. You cried as you complied with her instructions. You knew that you wanted your parents, but you didn’t remember who they were.
You were directed into the back of a black van. Panic flooded your chest as you sat on the metal bench bolted to the floor. Your feet did not reach the ground.
You tried to look at the faces of the people pointing the guns. Each was obscured by a black gasmask. The van tasted like dread. You felt sure now that you were going to be killed or tortured.
Hot panic rose in your chest when the van doors slammed shut. Your eyes darted between the strangers in gas masks and the small hatch just across from you.
You watched as slow plumes of white smoke began to seep through the hatch. You couldn’t catch your breath. The gas tasted sweet on your tongue. The pain in your ribs faded as you lost consciousness.
—--------------
When you next woke up, you were strapped to a hospital bed. Tears sprung to your eyes as the disorientation returned. All you knew for certain was that you were alone.
The restraints on your wrists were heavy. You felt painfully explosed.
You were not alone in the hospital room. There were two others.
Somehow, you knew this before you looked over.
The two strangers’ emotions seeped into your mind unbidden.
You looked over to the far side of the room.
There was a tall woman with dark hair standing by the door. A tight pitying feeling curled in your chest. You realised that it was coming from her. You didn’t like the sensation.
There was also a man, sitting in the chair opposite you. He wore an eye patch and stupidly you thought first of a pirate. You watched his one eye warily. His emotions were colder, closely held and calculating. But, there was also something greedy there.
Fear spiked inside you. You didn’t trust this man. You didn’t understand how you could sense his feelings, but you were sure that your instinct was right.
The extra sense you’d developed whilst you were unconscious was brand new, but it felt undeniably strong.
As you processed these radiating emotions, you became more aware of your surroundings.
There was a low hum coming from the floor below you. It sounded like engines, but that didn’t make sense. You didn’t feel like you were moving. You glanced out the window. There was only blue sky and clouds.
You weren’t in New York anymore. The panic you felt was phantom. You couldn’t remember why New York was your home.
‘How old are you?’ The man asked you gruffly. You opened your mouth, coughing automatically to try and clear your throat. Your mouth still tasted like the dust and rubble.
‘I don’t know.’ You told him. ‘I don’t know anything.’ Tears began to run down your cheeks. The man’s expression didn’t change and you felt his clear distrust. You wondered if he was going to kill you.
Your eyes darted to the woman in the corner. Her expression was neutral. A careful calmness covered her earlier pity.
‘Three people died in the explosion you caused.’ The woman informed you in a cool tone. You recognised her voice with a jolt. It was the only voice in the world that you knew how to recognise. This was the one woman who had pointed a gun at you. Somehow, the familiarity reassured you.
She hadn’t killed you before.
‘I didn’t mean to. I swear, I didn’t mean to’ You told them, and your chest heaved with a shaky sob. ‘I was running and I got hit.’
‘Hit by what?’ The man asked you bluntly. You scrambled uselessly as you tried to sit up more in the bed. The restraints kept you in place.
‘There was this blue light.’ You mumbled, feeling stupid and useless with your explanation. ‘And then everything was yellow, and it knocked me over. I don’t remember anything before that.’
The man assessed you silently and you tried to control your breathing. You were too scared to look at him. You glanced nervously up at the woman every few seconds. You imagined that her eyes had softened, but you weren’t sure. It was hard to untangle anyone else’s emotions, not when your own had become so overwhelming.
The silence was oppressive, and then it was gone.
The only door to your room slammed open and you startled once more against the restraints. Four men and one woman entered the room. Your eyes trailed each one in turn. They all looked dirty, scraped and exhausted. You sensed that they felt the same too.
You only recognised the man who spoke first.
‘Thor’s keeping an eye on the Wicked Witch of the West.’ Tony Stark announced casually. ‘The rest of us were free to answer your summons.’
You stared down at the white hospital bed sheets, feeling strange shame as the group turned their attention to you.
‘Care to explain why there’s a kid in handcuffs?’ Tony Stark asked again, a fresh kind of steel in his voice. You couldn’t tell if the distrust he was radiating was aimed at you.
‘I thought Shield didn’t recruit kids.’ A blonde man murmured. His quiet pity seemed out of place.
‘They don’t.’ The woman answered quietly. ‘Or, they didn’t.’
You looked up at her voice. Despite her softer tone, her emotions were the strongest that you could sense.
Her eyes caught yours and you could feel the overwhelming concern that was hidden within them.
Other than that, her casual expression betrayed nothing.
You realised abruptly that she was scanning your face too. Nervousness forced you to look back down at the bedspread.
The eye-patch man started talking evenly. He described you as infected by the powers of someone called ‘Loki’. The dark haired woman picked up the conversation, with a succinct description of the explosion you had caused.
You started crying silently. You were painfully aware of growing distrust from everyone in the room. You didn’t feel human anymore.
Your wrists tugged instinctively once more against the handcuffs and this time they clanked. The room became brittle with tension.
‘How can we keep her contained?’ A third man asked seriously, adjusting his glasses.
‘Some of our own precautions for your green friend could become useful, Dr. Banner.’ The eyepatch man noted wryly.
You had seen the green monster rampaging on the city’s streets. Your mouth went dry. You couldn’t imagine the methods that were used to keep it under control.
‘Is that enough?’ The blonde man asked. Quiet concern emanated from him. ‘How many civilians are we putting in danger?’
‘Are we all seeing the same kid?’ The red-headed woman commented neutrally. Her words seemed passive, but you felt a strong kick of protectiveness from her.
You exhaled shakily, desperately clinging to the safety that her emotions brought you,
‘Red, I nearly died sending all the other aliens into space.’ Tony Stark noted, his anxiety clear enough in his voice. ‘You want me to keep this one as a pet?’
An unspeakable rage flitted out from the woman. Somehow, her voice stayed even.
‘Not a pet, Tony.’ She corrected in the same neutral tone. ‘A child.’
Tony rolled his eyes.
‘Or a timebomb.’ The man with the glasses countered. You could tell that he trusted you least of all.
The man who hadn’t spoken at all yet cleared his throat. His face was the most grimy, but his blue eyes were piercing.
‘Tasha’s right.’ He said simply. ‘That’s a scared kid.’
‘Please don’t kill me.’ You whispered at last, eyes darting to the man with the eyepatch who seemed to be the one making the decision.
Like before, your words had no impact on his cold emotions.
‘You don’t remember your parents?’ He checked directly.
You shook your head. You wished that you could wrap your arms around yourself. You didn’t remember them, but you felt their loss in your gut.
‘Stark Tower.’ The man determined suddenly.
Tony Stark opened his mouth to argue But, the eyepatch man continued.
‘It’s got the security and the surveillance capabilities. But it’s not a prison.’ He explained, eyeing the red-haired woman pointedly.
There were protests and debates that happened after that. The whole group left your hospital room still arguing between themselves.
But, from that moment, your future had been determined.
—---------------
Stark Tower was impressive. You felt more scared with every step you took. Curious eyes watched you from all directions. You were hard to ignore with your security detail.
You walked alongside the eyepatch man, now known to you as ‘Director Fury.’ You had to half-run to keep up with him. Agent Hill walked directly behind you.
To anyone else, the escort would have looked unusually protective. You hated yourself for the danger you were inflicting by being near others.
As you all stood together in the elevator. Director Fury told you about the Simulated Home Environment. The building’s AI would constantly monitor you, following detailed instructions given by Tony Stark.
You would be allowed a semblance of a home life. Any actions outwith the enforced rules would result in a different containment method.
Maybe he caught your confused look.
‘Behave.’ He intoned at last, and you nodded nervously.
The elevator doors opened at last.
Tony Stark and a professional looking woman with light auburn hair were waiting.
‘Didn’t blow up the building then.’ Tony noted dryly as you stepped into the living room space. Wealth dripped from every furnishing in the room.
The woman shot him a reprimanding look, before turning to you with a polite smile. Her expensive suit was undermined by the careful kindness that radiated from her. She extended her hand.
‘Nice to meet you.’ She said clearly. ‘I’m Pepper Potts.’
You took her hand shyly, it was the first normal contact you could remember. It calmed the skin crawling feeling of your touch starved existence. You pretended not to feel the spike of distrust from Tony at your touch.
‘I run Stark Industries, and I live here too.’ She supplied, confirming the relationship between her and Tony.
‘Nice to meet you.’ You whispered, scared now of ever making too much noise. Everyone had warned you not to cause damage, but no one had told you how to avoid it.
Whatever powers you’d been given. They were as unknown to you as they were to anyone else.
Despite her kindness, Pepper looked slightly relieved as she let go of your hand.
‘Jarvis.’ Tony called out suddenly, and you heard an answering voice from above.
‘Good evening (Y/N).’ A British voice intoned from the ceiling.
You jumped sharply at the unexpected noise and, in response, a deathly tension filled the room. Everyone’s eyes were on you.
‘I’m fine.’ You mumbled embarrassedly.
‘Keep it that way.’ Fury warned you in a low voice.
‘I’ll leave you to play Happy Families.’ He addressed Tony and Pepper, before reentering the waiting elevator with Agent Hill.
All you were left with was nerves. You tried to pretend that there wasn’t hope mixed in as well.
‘Dinner?’ Pepper suggested with forced lightness.
You nodded. A primal, desperate wish for family made it hard to breathe.
As you walked forward, Pepper’s hand moved automatically to touch your shoulder. She pulled back at the last moment. You pretended not to notice.
Tony seemed the most brooding as you ate together in silence. You worked through a plate of salmon, greens and rice even though you weren’t hungry.
You drank your water, unable to lose an aching thirst at the back of your throat.
Pepper and Tony both scrolled on StarkPads as they ate robotically. You wondered if they were always like this, or it was their attempt to ignore the tension.
The prickling thirst in the back of your throat made you desperate to cough. You fought the impulse, not wanting to make any sound. You knew they’d both startle if you did. You hated how easily you scared people. You hated being so unwanted.
When you offered to rinse the dishes and load the dishwasher, Pepper acquiesced unsurely.
They both moved over to the open plan living room space. You didn’t need to see their worried glances to know they didn’t trust you around knives.
The unrelenting feeling of thirst was almost entirely distracting.
You tried to focus on your task. Any little thing to pretend at being normal felt good.
You wondered if it was moments like this that Agent Romanoff had been advocating for when she’d spoken up for you in the hospital room. You tried to decide if this was what family meant.
Just as you finished the chore, you heard a clinking sound from behind you. At the same time, your feeling of thirst began to abate.
You turned slowly, savouring the silent relief you felt.
Tony was standing by the window, staring out as he drank a large whisky with ice. Pepper was sitting on the sofa, talking with quiet purpose into her phone.
Every sip Tony took, lessened the feeling of thirst for you. It scared you to think that his thirst was so strong.
Tony turned back to you. He watched you with a look of mild distaste.
Suddenly, you thought back to his comment about having a pet. You wondered if that’s why his stare made you feel so small.
‘Come on.’ He announced at last as she drained his glass. ‘I’ll show you your room.’
Despite leading you forward, he kept you carefully in his sight.
You kept your eyes trained to the floor.
It felt stupid to be scared, when you were the dangerous one.
Tony pushed open the door to your room.
It was clean, fresh and dripping with the same wealth as the rest of the penthouse.
The walls were a steely kind of grey. They reminded you immediately of the reinforced Shield ones. With a jolt, you realised that they were made of the same material.
You blinked back tears of shame.
You’d had nightmares in the hospital. You’d heard the nurses talking about how you’d glowed red when you dreamed.
You felt like a freak.
‘The door will be locked automatically by Jarvis when you go to sleep’ Tony informed you tersely. Just being alone with you had made his anxiety spiked noticeably. His thirst was rising again. His emotions undercut any facade of nonchalance.
You nodded.
‘It’s getting late.’ Tony added, and you felt his rising anticipation to be away from you.
You pretended that what he said was true.
‘I’m quite tired.’ You lied, watching Tony’s expression relax with relief.
‘Night, kid.’ He muttered as he shut the door behind him.
You went to sit on the large bed. It was comfortable, but the coral pink sheets clashed ridiculously with the rest of the room.
You took off your shoes and paused unsurely as you scanned the room. You hurried over to the chest of drawers in the corner, opening the drawers until you found one filled with pyjamas.
You changed robotically. A new listlessness distracted you.
Tony’s dismissal had thrown you. Despite the awkward tension in the living room, it had been more social interaction than you could ever remember having.
You were sick of feeling so isolated. You were sick of being so completely alone.
More than anything though, you knew you didn’t want to sleep.
You could hear screams in your nightmares sometimes. The last second of life for the people you’d killed.
You thought a lot about the families that you’d ripped a hole into. You worried that you were spreading pain, like some diseased consequence of Loki’s weapon.
No one missed you though.
Agent Hill had been factual when you’d finally got the courage to ask. No family members were looking for you. They must have died too.
Or. A little voice whispered in your head. Or no-one’s ever wanted you.
You hugged your legs as you sat back on your new bed. It was the closest you could get to a hug. You pretended that you weren’t crying, but you didn’t know how to stop.
You could hear Pepper laughing in the other room. She sounded relaxed, relieved. It felt lonelier being this close to happiness, knowing it could only happen when you weren’t there.
‘Will you be sleeping soon Y/N?’ The disembodied voice of Jarvis, spoke again into the room. You stared unsurely upwards, trying and failing to see any marker of where the voice originated.
‘No.’ You breathed your answer, worried that your response might be breaking the rules that Fury had warned you about.
‘May I suggest a book?’ Jarvis offered. His voice was polite, inherently friendly. Even without emotions for you to read, it was easy to trust him.
You walked obediently to the bookshelf in the corner and picked up the first book you saw.
The book was dry, but it was better than nothing. At the hospital, there’d been nothing to occupy you at all.
You fell asleep in the early hours of the morning, too tired for even the screams.
—------------------
Jarvis opened the blinds in the room at exactly 7 am.
Your eyes screwed tight shut at the brightness. It did no good, you were awake.
Your head pounded with sleep deprivation as you got ready, before heading through to the kitchen.
Pepper was sitting at the table, wearing a white skirt suit. She was sipping coffee from an oversized flask.
Her attention snapped to you as you walked through the door.
‘There you are.’ She said politely, and you were surprised by the feeling of stress that she was hiding. ‘I was hoping you’d be up soon. What can I get you for breakfast?’
Pepper’s smile was welcoming, but you caught the way she glanced at her watch.
‘It’s okay.’ You mumbled, feeling awful as you realised that she was running late on your behalf. ‘I can make my own.’
Pepper hesitated.
‘Are you sure?’ She checked, and like with Tony the night before, you could sense her anticipation to leave.
You nodded, trying to seem confident.
Pepper nodded once before leaving. Like yesterday, you watched her half-hesitate about touching your shoulder.
Instead, she picked up her StarkPad and gave you a small wave.
‘Have a good day. Tony’ll be around for lunch’ She said with another polite smile, before the elevator doors closed.
Alone in the penthouse for the first time felt both scary and exciting. You should have expected Jarvis’ immediate interruption.
‘Babysitter protocol has been activated.’ He informed you.
‘Great.’ You said with a friendly smile toward the ceiling. Jarvis wasn’t real, but at least you weren’t completely on your own.
Patiently, Jarvis walked you step by step through a pancake recipe. It was nearly an hour until you’d progressed far enough to eat anything. Still, you couldn’t stop the proud grin when you found out the pancakes were edible.
‘Thanks Jarvis.’ You called out shyly. The ridiculousness of talking to the ceiling was quickly being overwritten by the thrill of talking to someone.
‘Of course.’ He responded succinctly.
It felt good to have someone to talk to. It didn’t let up the skin crawling feeling, but it helped. When Jarvis suggested that you watch some television, you agreed obediently. Easily distracted, you found yourself asking the AI questions as you watched
Jarvis told you the history of every artefact that you pointed out from the movie about a Night At The Museum.
Secretly, you wished more than anything that Jarvis was real. He sensed your need to keep talking, even when you ran out of questions.
He told you stories about earlier versions of himself. The funny glitches that had been patched over the years.
The only painful moment had come after you’d asked about the best museums in New York.
There had been a slight pause before Jarvis had answered.
‘You’re not permitted to leave the apartment without Mr. Stark or Director Fury.’ He answered clearly.
You nodded, a lump forming in your throat. It was hard not to feel like a prisoner sometimes. You stared out the floor-length windows. You wished that you could remember fresh air, without the taste of rubble or debris.
A new idea hit you as the end credits played on the TV screen.
If Tony was your best chance at going outside, you had to get him to like you.
Agent Romanoff’s words about being a pet, struck you again. It didn’t seem so bad to you now. Even dogs were allowed fresh air.
Getting to your feet, you checked the time. It was nearly lunch. You asked Jarvis what Tony’s favourite meal was.
—---
When Tony arrived at 2pm, you were as prepared as you could be. A whiskey coke and a burger were sitting ready on the counter.
Tony walked over to the counter and observed the food. He made no move to sit down on one of the stools. His heightened distrust told you exactly what he was thinking.
‘Where did that come from?’ He said in a voice that was more accusation than question. Before you could speak, Jarvis cut in.
‘I have monitored and instructed Y/N.’ He informed Tony matter of factly. You flushed, sure you could hear an element of pride in the AI’s voice.
Tony sniffed the glass and you felt the same choking thirst as you had last night as he smelled the whiskey.
The tension in the room eased as he took a sip. He nodded and you fought a smile.
Tony downed the glass efficiently. Then, he lifted the burger bun slightly, examining the meal with an unimpressed look.
In one quick move, he lifted the plate and emptied it into the trash.
A feeling of acute hopelessness made you grip the counter to stay standing.
‘You’re only allowed to cook for yourself.’ Tony muttered. ‘Don’t get smart with the rules.’
He picked up his Starkpad and walked back to the elevator.
You ate the burger that you’d saved for yourself. The half blackened first attempt to Tony’s. A numbness filled the cracks in your heart. Even Jarvis stayed silent.
After you’d cleaned the kitchen, you went back to your room.
No space felt welcome anymore, except perhaps in here. Without prompting, you picked up the next book on the shelf.
Jarvis spoke softly.
‘As part of the Simulated Home Environment programme, I can order you more books.’ He offered.
You closed your eyes as tears started falling again. Instinctively, you understood that it was the closest he could offer to a hug.
‘Thanks Jarvis.’ You whispered.
You resolved in that moment, to avoid Tony and Pepper as much as possible. Guilt plagued you as you realised that you were ruining their home. Jarvis made the decision bearable, even artificial kindness was better than rejection.
—-------------
It is very easy to forget someone you don’t care about. It is even easier when you are barely reminded of them.
You adjusted immediately to a schedule of isolation. You only ate meals when the apartment was empty. You did your best to stay occupied in the room you’d been assigned.
Pepper made a half-hearted effort initially.
She would come to your room in the evening, checking in with her careful kindness and polite smile. Just feeling her exhaustion after a long day of work only made you feel more guilty for existing.
Soon, you started making sure you were in bed before she returned. You heard her try your locked door once or twice. Soon, she left you alone.
Tony’s method was much more efficient. He made no attempts to see you.
You were sure he tried to put you out of mind as much as possible. Any messages from him were relayed through Jarvis.
Sometimes, you only knew he had returned to the apartment, because of the pang of thirst that would only last a few moments after arrival.
—-------
Jarvis became your best friend. Grocery orders soon included as much tailoring to your wants as he could manage. You tried making new recipes together.
You weren’t allowed any internet access, so every book he provided you with was a welcome relief from the unrelenting listlessness. He found a loophole to buy you educational materials, and soon enough you had lego kits and engineering kits to trial.
The best part about Jarvis was that he talked to you. He learned to wake you from nightmares, before the red glow knocked your furniture over.
Your skin never stopped crawling from the lack of touch. But, as the world carried on better without you in it, you learned that isolation was what you deserved.
—----------
When Tony took Pepper on a surprise Christmas vacation, you were surprised by the disappointment you felt.
You’d been looking forward to seeing a Christmas tree more than anything.
You tried to see the positive of unrestricted access to the whole of the apartment. You watched Christmas movies and commented on them to Jarvis. You built your own tree out of green lego, and placed it on the side table.
Loneliness was a feeling that had started to drag. You tried to put it out of your mind.
You weren’t expecting anything for Christmas, least of all what you got.
At 7pm on Christmas Eve, Jarvis announced that an authorised guest had entered the elevator.
Electric fear had sent you into a tailspin. You were sure it must be Director Fury. You worried he’d found out you were home alone, and was ready to move you somewhere more secure.
You’d had that exact nightmare more than once.
When Agent Romanoff stepped off the elevator, clutching her side in obvious injury, your mouth dropped in shock.
‘Hi kid.’ She said with a reassuring smile clearly intended to keep you calm. ‘You happen to know where the first aid kit is?’
The instruction grounded your shooting anxiety. You hadn’t been face to face with another person in months. You nodded, hurrying over to the cupboard under the sink for the nearest kit.
You offered it out to her from a careful distance, embarrassed by the way your hands trembled. She noticed the shaking, but she didn’t comment.
‘Thanks.’ She murmured and you couldn’t help the rush of relief at her praise.
You could feel her curiosity at your reaction. It sat with her muted pain, just below the surface.
‘Happy Christmas.’ She said with another kind smile, nodding down at the lego Christmas tree on the side table. ‘Did you build that with Tony?’
You shook your head as fear constricted your heart. You knew Jarvis had found a loophole in his instructions to even get you the lego in the first place.
‘You built it yourself? That’s impressive.’ She commented. You let out a shaky exhale at her reassurance. Her head tilted imperceptibly, but you felt her sudden confusion.
‘Do you need help Agent Romanoff?’ You stumbled unsurely, gesturing towards the first aid kit.
‘No, that’s okay.’ She assured you, as she started walking towards the nearest bathroom. ‘And you can call me Natasha.’
You didn’t reply, you felt rooted to the spot. You hugged yourself, but you weren’t sure why.
‘You got big plans tonight?’ Natasha called out from the bathroom, leaving the door open as she placed the first aid kit on the sink and began addressing the deep gash above her hip.
You stared at the ground, not wanting to seem intrusive. It wasn’t hard to focus on something else during a conversation. You talked to Jarvis all the time, and he wasn’t even in the room.
‘No.’ You answered quietly. Short answers felt safer.
‘When are Tony and Pepper getting home?’ Natasha asked, pausing to hiss as she wrapped a bandage around her front.
‘Jarvis said a few more weeks.’ You answered promptly.
There was a clatter in the bathroom.
‘Jarvis?’ Natasha asked the ceiling, with forced calm.
The tension in her voice made your stomach flutter with nervousness. Jarvis responded without hesitation.
‘Babysitter protocol is anticipated to last until the 11th of January, but Mr. Stark has not confirmed his return.’
There was an extended silence.
‘Fuck.’ Natasha said quietly. She walked out of the bathroom and back towards you. You felt ashamed, but you weren’t sure why. You held yourself tighter.
‘When was the last time you saw Tony or Pepper?’ She asked you, her eyes scanning you with renewed attentiveness.
You hesitated, trying desperately to remember an instance.
Natasha shook her head, taking your silence as answer enough.
She reached out to touch your shoulder.
You flinched violently and startled backward in alarm.
Natasha’s shock was obvious.
You stared down at the ground as you started to cry.
‘Sorry.’ You whispered. ‘I’m so sorry.’
‘I wasn’t trying to hurt you.’ Natasha told you gently. You were too scared to meet her eyes.
‘I know.’ You assured her as you tried to brush away your tears. ‘It’s me. I’m dangerous.’
The silence extended out again.
Natasha broke it with a renewed certainty in her tone.
‘You’re coming with me.’ She decided quietly. ‘And then, I’m calling Tony.’
You fought an instinctive sense of elation as deep-rooted worries floated up inside you.
‘Y/N is not permitted to leave the apartment without Director Fury or Mr. Stark.’ Jarvis supplied immediately, voicing the most obvious problem.
‘My clearance is higher than Director Fury’s.’ Natasha noted in her deceptively passive voice.
‘Correct.’
‘Only seems logical that I should have the same authority.’ Natasha concluded. ‘I do also represent Shield.’
Jarvis didn’t answer.
Suddenly, the elevator doors slid open in the corner of the room.
Natasha understood Jarvis' wordless signal as much as you did.
With a delicateness that you didn’t deserve, Natasha took your hand in hers. You started trembling immediately. She didn’t tighten her hold as she led you into the elevator.
‘Everything is going to be okay.’ Natasha murmured, as you descended the tower for the very first time.
You didn’t answer. You wanted to believe her more than anything.
TBC
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The sounds of your whines and whimpers were smothered into mommy’s breasts as you suckled on them, the couples vibrator inside you sending waves of pleasure into your swollen clit and gspot. Your arms were tightly and expertly bound behind you by a stunning crimson red dyed jute rope. It managed to be soft and worn in, while still being rough enough to hold you still and to leave reddened marks.
The coolness of the bed sheets sank into your bare legs, a puddle of your cum dripping off Natasha’s thigh. Mommy had decided to try and see how many times you could cum before passing out after edging you for hours, and you had already done so about three times.
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okay but imagine a smut with natasha where she puts a vibrator on you but then straddles you so the vibe is on her aswell😮💨 thinking thots
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pairing: natasha romanoff x female reader
summary: reader makes natasha angry at a party, they go back to their room and bang bang yaknow seggs oh and refer to request! hope i did it justice hehe
warnings: 18+ smut, minors dni. public-ish. usage of vibrator. light bondage. a little degradation? lmk if i should add anything else :)
translations: malyshka - babygirl detka - baby
word count: 2.6k
my back hit the back of the elevator with a thud, my hands immediately finding their way to my girlfriend's waist. my mouth fell open slightly as i felt her tongue dragging a wet trail up my throat.
it was almost 3am, and we were in the elevator of the avengers compound, going up to our floor after tony's big anniversary party.
nat and i barely interacted throughout the night, both playing a very cold and dangerous game. i stole glances every now and then, just to check what she was up to and her whereabouts.
it didn't help that she looked stunning tonight. her wine red dress hugging her body, leaving almost nothing to imagination.
i turned from where i was situated at the bar, to still see nat across the room on the couch with banner. my eyes narrowed at the sight.
she knew he had a thing for her. and she knew i hated it whenever they were close together. she laughs at something he says, placing a hand on his shoulder.
it was if she knew i was watching.
not even caring about being subtle anymore, i kept my eyes on the two.
"geez, i'm glad you don't have powers like i do or banner would've been six feet under"
i turned to the source of the voice, smiling slightly at wanda who took a seat next to me. i chuckled at her comment as i took in the sight of her.
"you look really nice," i complimented with a wink. she rolled her eyes at my comment, a shy smile playing on her lips.
"don't look now, but she's looking at you"
i furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, "who?"
"who else would i be talking about? and for the record, her thoughts are loud. doesn't seem too pleased that i'm here with you"
i scoffed. she's jealous?
"wanna make her more mad?" i suggested in a whisper, a mischievous grin on my face as my hand fell on top of hers that was on the counter top.
wanda looked at me incredulously, a small smile however on her face, "careful, y/n. i might catch feelings"
i rose an eyebrow, amused by our harmless flirtatious interactions. we've been best friends for ages, since we met in hydra. we were like sisters. so the fact that nat could ever be jealous of wanda just boggles me.
wanda intertwines our fingers as her other hand found my thigh. bold.
"right, she's getting up. and she is not happy"
and now we're here.
her forehead flushed against mine, her breath hot against my lips. my eyes flickered from her cherry stained lips to her once ocean green eyes, now dark with lust.
"what did you think you were doing, my love?"
i cocked my head to the side, slightly raising an eyebrow. "i wasn't doing anything"
a grunt left my lips when i felt my legs getting kicked apart, nat slotting her thigh in between them. her hand cupped my jaw, forcing me to look at up at her helplessly.
my mouth flew open when i felt a sudden pressure pressed against my centre, a choked whimper leaving my mouth.
"so you weren't being a whore with that witch?"
another push against my centre.
fuck.
my hands grabbed onto the railing behind me, steadying myself when i felt my knees buckling just a little.
suddenly this elevator ride seem longer than usual. as if on cue, the elevator stops and the doors open with a ding. but natasha didn't move an inch.
"we're not leaving until you answer me, baby"
my mouth opened in an attempt to mutter an answer, but stopped myself when i heard a familiar buzzing sound.
no.
i looked down to the source of the sound, the little bullet vibrator in her hand just buzzing away.
"you brought that to the party?!"
she simply laughs as she lightly runs the toy up my exposed thigh, goosebumps rising on my skin. at this point, the doors have already closed and the elevator was stagnant.
"of course," she breathes out, lips threatening to touch mine, "i could never be too careful with you. just look at how you acted out tonight.."
she trails off, taking the toy away from my skin in sync. before i could stop myself, a pathetic whine left my lips at the loss of the sensation on my skin.
a low rumbling sound was heard from the elevator before it slowly started going up and before i could do anything else, natasha had managed to get her hand between my legs, pressing the vibrator straight against my pussy.
my eyes closed shut, my hand frantically finding hers in attempt to keep it there, "fuck, natty"
the fact that the elevator was moving meant that it was on its way to someone's floor, and that the door could open anytime for anyone to see us like this.
that thought alone sent shivers down my spine, and at this point i'm pretty sure i was soaked through.
"i wonder who we'll run into...." she trails off, her other hand running along my exposed stomach, and up my tube top, "who's gonna see you being played with like this"
oh god, fuck. the elevator slows down, and that's when i started panicking. "nat, stop," i whimpered helplessly, against my own inner wishes.
"say it."
i caved, "god, yes, i was– i was being a whore with wanda"
and almost immediately the buzzing between my legs stopped, and i fell limp as my knees gave way.
nat pulls my skirt back down, before looking at me with an adoring smile on her face, her hand coming up to tuck my messy hair behind my ear.
if it wasn't for my throbbing, pulsating centre right now, i probably would've swooned at the romantic gesture.
nat turns around just as the door opens and, and in comes steve.
"romanoff, y/l/n," he acknowledges with a nod as he presses the groundfloor button.
"rogers," nat says.
i, on the other hand, was cowering behind my girlfriend, still trying to catch my breath as quietly and as quickly as possible.
"wait– where are you guys headed?" the captain turns when he realises we didn't press a floor button.
nat laughs, "oh right, 14th floor please. thanks cap"
"wha– but you guys didn't–," the redhead cut the confused captain off, "don't ask questions you don't wanna know, rogers"
soon enough the lift reaches our floor, and nat links our arms together, essentially dragging me out of the cabin and leaving behind a very confused and disturbed captain america.
the moment our room door closed, natasha backs me up all the way till the back of my knee hits the side of our bed, "lie down, detka"
i did as told, scooting up so that i was in the middle of the bed and then looking up at her for further instructions. like a lost puppy.
"be a dear and take off your clothes, would you? leave the panties on"
her gentle voice trails off as she leaves the room, to god knows where. i quickly discarded my clothes, eager for her to do something, anything to me.
the throbbing between my legs seemingly became more and more distracting, when nat walks back in with familiar pink silk ropes in her hands.
"oh, fuck me," i mumbled to myself as scenes of what was in store for me tonight flashed through my mind.
the red head simply chuckles as she crawls onto the bed in front of me, "that's the plan, malyshka"
she stops as she reaches my thighs that were clenched together, and stares down at me, a satisfied smile on her face, "open up, baby"
and i did, whining slightly at the sticky feeling of my juices slick on my inner thighs. i heard natasha inhale a sharp breath as her eyes landed on the apex of my thighs, her bottom lip tugged between her teeth.
"god, if you weren't being such a whore tonight... would've eaten you out so good..." she mumbles as she runs a finger up my thigh, and to my covered slit.
my hips automatically bucked up when her finger grazed against my clit, an embarrassingly needy whimper leaving my mouth.
i watched as she collected my wetness with her finger and brought it to her mouth, a satisfied moan leaving her mouth as she tasted myself. i felt my head spinning, both at the sight in front of me and the fact that i'm not getting touched properly.
natasha moves up to straddle me, reaching out to tie my wrists to the headboard, "pull."
i tugged my hands against the restraints to test them, and it didn't budge. she leans down, a small smile on her face, "perfect, are you okay?"
i could only hum in approval, my eyes silently pleading her to give me what i need. she lowers her face even more so she was mere inches from mine.
i let out a shaky breath at our current position, wanting nothing more than her lips on mine. but i knew i was in no place to initiate anything.
"suddenly you're such a good girl, huh?" natasha breathes out against my lips, the back of her fingers brushing lightly against my temple.
my head leans into her touch, my eyes shutting momentarily as i embraced her gentle touch while i still have it.
"oh, the things i'd do to you.." she mumbles mostly to herself before finally capturing my lips with hers. i sighed against her lips, just slightly relieved.
the kiss was anything was soft, yet all it did was leave me wanting more. a whine automatically left my system when natasha pulled away, and i unconsciously tugged at the silk ropes in attempt to get closer to her.
"i need you, natty, please"
she simply chuckles at my begging, seemingly entertained as she moves further down so that she was eye level with my centre.
"you need me here, detka?" her soft voice fills my ear as she snaps my panties against my skin. i flinched, the feeling going straight to my pulsating core.
the familiar buzzing sound fills the room and i almost jumped in excitement, my legs having minds of their own and spreading wider for the redhead.
"my god, you're just a needy little slut, aren't you?" nat laughs dryly at my actions. i couldn't even bring myself to feel embarrassed.
i watched as she ran the vibrator up my inner thigh, and to my panty line, skipping right where i needed her. i bit down on my lip, struggling to stay still as i became more and more needy.
my head fell back to the pillow, defeated when i suddenly felt the vibrator being pressed right against my panty clad clit.
a loud gasp left my lips at the feeling, my hips bucking up into her hand.
"behave, malyshka," natasha warns, and i whimpered.
natasha ups the setting a notch, sending me into a complete frenzy. my hands grabbed onto the silk ropes, my back arching as i tried my best to stay still.
"fuuuuuck," i moaned out after a series of silent gasps, causing a satisfied smile on the redhead's face.
"does it really feel that good, baby?"
i nodded vigorously, the familiar coil in my stomach becoming tighter and tighter as nat moves the vibrator against my clit. and suddenly the feeling was gone.
before i could protest, nat was sitting up, "hold on just a second, love"
i watched as she moved to straddle me, her black lace panties now in full view for me. she pushes her panties to the side, exposing her already wet cunt and GOD when i tell you, i almost moaned at the sight.
"i wanna feel good too," she pouted mockingly before bringing the vibrator back to the small space between our centres.
"oh, god," she breathes out the moment she turns it back on.
i looked down to see her clit pushing against the vibrator that was on me, and i swear, i could've cum on the spot.
the vibration of the toy against my pussy, combined with the pressure nat was causing, made the tightening feeling in the pit of my stomach come back.
natasha was slowly grinding against the vibrator, letting out little pants here and there that were like music to my ears. the fact that i couldn't hold or touch her at all was driving me nuts.
at this point i could tell that nat was too engrossed in the pleasure she was receiving to pay attention to me. i bucked my hips up to meet hers, causing her to fall forward in a choked moan.
she unexpectedly grabs my face, looking at me dead in the eyes. "needy fucking bitch," she spat, causing me to moan as her words goes straight to my core.
"yeah? you like getting called a bitch?" she grinds down particularly harder after her question, both of us moaning at the feeling.
my mouth opened to answer her, but nothing came out. she just laughs mockingly at me, "aw, she can't even speak. are you gonna cum?"
i nodded, looking at her with pleading eyes, "please"
she lets go of my face only to give it a slap, completely catching me off guard. i unconsciously moaned at the sting, loving how rough she was with me.
"fuck, i'm coming too," she moaned as she continued grinding on the toy, chasing her orgasm, "wanna cum with me, baby?"
"please, please– i wanna cum with you, natty," i whined pathetically, feeling the waves about to crash anytime now.
my eyes rolled to the back of my head as natasha peppered kisses all over my neck and moves her mouth to my ear, moaning softly into it.
"now, detka"
the moment those words reached my ears, i finally let go, my back arching into natasha as i let the high take over. my mouth opened, silent gasps leaving my system as i come undone.
natasha falls limp on top of for a second before she gets up, looking at me with a small smile.
she moves back down to turn the vibrator off and chuck it aside.
"your panties' all ruined," she mocked as she runs a finger up and down my covered slit, causing my hips to twitch at the sensitivity.
"can you untie my hands please, they're starting to ache"
nat laughs, half in amusement and guilt, "i'm sorry, my love"
she reaches out to swiftly untie the knots. the moment my hands were free, i wasted no time before pulling her back down against me and crashing our lips together.
i felt her smile into the kiss, causing me to do the same. she pulls away first, breathing heavily as she looks down at me with a smile.
"i take that as a thank you?" she laughs, and i did too as i nodded in agreement.
i tugged my bottom lip between my teeth as i stared at my girlfriend's face. "you know me and wanda could never ever be a thing right?"
she simply snickers, looking back at me with a knowing smile.
"duh, i knew you were just trying to get in my pants"
i rolled my eyes in feign annoyance at her choice of words. "seems like you got into my pants first though," i retorted, playing along.
natasha narrowed her eyes as she nodded slowly, agreeing with me.
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how bout nat and reader being best freinds who get dared to kiss at a party and they fuck when its over
warnings: older!bestfriend!nat x younger!petite!reader, size difference, slight angst, and nipple play.
Your eyes go wide and your lips part as the attention turns to you. With the silence of their impending thoughts, you can’t help but flush at the idea of kissing your best friend in front of everyone else.
No matter how in love you were with the redhead, the idea of such an intimate moment being shared with people like the team made you shake in embarrassment.
“Well?” Tony gave you a look and between that and those of your friends and colleagues, you turned to Natasha with doubt.
You were only met with quite the opposite; her brows were raised, and her lips were twitched into a grin.
“You trust me?” Her voice was a mere whisper intended only for you.
Your eyes travels from those of your friends to that of your best friend. Her emerald eyes staring at you with vigour and empathy.
It was soft. Making you warm with comfort.
So you nod, smiling soft before she returns the gesture with her wicked grin. She mumbles something incoherent to you before cupping your face towards her with passion.
Before you knew it, her lips were stuck on yours. Gentle, arousing, and swelter at all times, Natasha kissed you like it were her last.
There was devotion and fervour in her touch. The press of her plump lips against yours made you nearly forget about the prying eyes of both your friends and colleagues. The only reminder of their presence was the sound of their cheers before you pulled away with a heaving chest.
Natasha grinned and smiled but you were teary with tears that made you rush out of the room in embarrassment. The silence of the room returned once your presence departed.
...
The bathroom welled with your sobs as you palmed your face. With your lonely presence separated from your colleagues and best friend, you couldn’t help but wallow in the sad reality that Natasha would never feel the same.
Of course why would she? She was this sophisticated older woman with merely more experience than your own; yet, it was already baffling that she found enough trust and comfort in being your best friend despite the age gap.
You were simply too lost in your own thoughts to even have heard the rapping knock on the door. It was when she called your name out of concern that you realize her ever mending presence.
“Let me in, honey. It’s just me.”
Your hand wavered as you reached for the door knob. When the door swung open and you were met with a worried sick redhead, there was no hesitation as she stepped in and crowded your space.
“I know.”
You looked at her, confused.
“I feel the same.” She tells you. “I know it’s wrong, I felt bad because you were this young girl and I-I... You’re supposed to be my best friend, my everything but all I want is you. All I see is you and I-I didn’t know...”
You curled your hands with her own. The look in her eyes wide and lustful despite the somber words that fell from her plump lips.
The silence returned and within a blink, her lips were on yours and your back was pressed against the wall. A loud boom echoes through the room but neither you or her could care as her lips kissed you with less resistance.
With no Tony nor Steve to watch, the redhead slipped a hand under the cropped shirt you were wearing. Cold and inkling fingers touched the plains of your stomach and over the ribbed skin of your ribs. You shivered in response and gladly, welcomed her fingers as they circled your nipples to arousal.
“Natty,” your voice was meek in call for her. She didn’t care, she only adored how small you sounded under her.
“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” her reassurance brought you millennia worth of comfort. However, it was the way she peeled off your shirt and her own and rubbed both bare chest against each other that made you melt.
With pebbled nipples chafing against your own, you were overrun with stimulation as Natasha slipped a wandering hand under your lounge shorts. The frail knitwear brought you no comfort in knowing how far you had drenched your underwear that there was even an evident spot between your shorts that was dark grey.
“I’ve wanted you like this for so long,” she confessed between heavy breathes. “I needed you. Couldn’t keep my eyes off from the way you moved.”
You flushed under her confession. You didn’t realize how much the two of you were alike until now. She had been pinning over you the way you had. The only barrier was the age gap and no matter how much your friends reassured that you and her age gap was no feat for any type of relationship, it felt wrong seeing your best friend that way - let alone an older woman.
“So small,” she whispered against your ear. “Always so sweet for me, honey.”
You pulled away from her touch with lustful eyes. The coil in your stomach making your whole body vibrated with need and arousal.
“Take me home, Natty.”
Casual dating
Pairing: Natasha x reader
Word count: 2795
Genre: fluff/a lillllll bit of angst
Request: yes
Warnings: slight mention of eating disorder + over exercising
A/n: I HAVE RETURNED. Just when you thought you had gotten rid of me I jump right back like a boomarang. Fun fact, we had a boomarang and I wasn't allowed to throw it because it was 'decorative' or something so I pushed a chair over to where it was hung on the wall, smuggled it out to my garden and threw it. It didn't come back to me but its probably because my technique was off right? It also has a tiny dent in the back where I threw it too hard and it bounced on the apple tree.
You and Natasha were casually dating. It's what you had both agreed because why put a label on something when it might not even last due to busy schedules? It was a mutually shared idea that had popped up on the second date.
The two of you were sitting, eating candy floss with a large stuffed bear sitting between the two of you.
"Nata-"
"So I've bee-" You both started to speak at the same time, laughing gently when you realised what you had done.
"You go." You said.
"No it's okay. You go first."
"Okay... How do you feel about all this?" You waved your hand between the two of you, accidentally hitting the bear over the head.
"It's nice. It's good." Natasha said. "I don't think I want to..." She trailed off, biting the inside of her lip as her eyes darted about slightly. She was nervous.
"Label it?"
Natasha's eyes were drawn back to you, her head hung a little in shame as she slowly nodded.
"Thank god." You breathed out, tension releasing from your shoulders. "Me neither. I'm happy with just casual dating."
"Exactly!" Natasha was a lot more animated once she realised her views were shared. "Besides, I'm an avenger and you're an agent, it's easier if we keep it casual so we don't feel pressure to constantly be with each other."
"I'm so glad you said that! I've been stressed about this since you first asked me out on the first date." You smiled easily, the both of you content to not force yourselves into a relationship.
~~~~~
That was 3 months ago and in that time you had been on one other date. Sometimes you wondered if the reason you were both so happy to not get into a serious relationship all those nights ago was because neither of you had anything to base a stable relationship off of. Your parents were emotionally distant and so you became hyper independent from a young age. Of course it was nothing compared to Natasha's experiences in the Red room but it certainly wasn't a walk in the park. In fact, if you really thought hard, you couldn't think of one real relationship you had been in. Sure you dated, had sex, and led people on for a mission but you had never had someone to call your own, never had a significant other. Hell, you didn't even really know what your sexuality was because of the lack of real relationships you had. While you had only had one other date with Natasha, it didn't stop you from being tangled in each other's limbs at least twice a week. You had a free day and you were sure Natasha did too so you sent her a quick text asking if she wanted to go out that evening, or even afternoon, before getting back to training.
You had finished your training session 3 and half hours later and still had no answer. You figured you must have read her schedule wrong which was entirely possible considering you literally just glanced at it. You chugged some water as you made your way to the showers. It was there that you saw a flash of red hair and you followed it.
"Hey Nat."
"Y/n"
"Did you get the text? I was wondering if you wanted to go out on another date tonight."
Natasha let out the tiniest sigh and you watched her tense up. You thought that she probably didn't want you to notice but you did. You bit the inside of your cheek, maybe you were being too needy. Yes. Definitely too needy.
"Actually never mind! Enjoy your shower." You spun on your heel and got into a shower.
~~~~~
You thought about the interaction the whole way home, hearing your phone buzz multiple times but ignoring it because you were a nice, safe, driver. Well that and because SHIELD had fitted a black box into your car after you got one too many speeding tickets. Those totally weren't your fault though, you had to save the cat. The fines for knocking off the occasional cyclist might have been a little more your fault. You grabbed your phone as soon as you were parked and saw that the messages were from Natasha and they weren't all that nice.
The other spider: we literally just went on a date a few weeks ago
The other spider: I thought this was supposed to be casual dating
The other spider: cause this doesn't seem very casual to me.
You felt your chest tighten unexpectedly as your eyes began to burn the tiniest bit. You clenched your jaw. You survived two parents who didn't want a child and multiple near fatal injuries.
Y/n: You're right. I'll see you Monday.
There was no way you were spending your Friday night in.
~~~~~
One of the benefits of being a super secret agent, was the lean body you were forced to have. Now, don't misunderstand, you hated working out with a passion. It often reminded you of a dark time in your past where you would over-exercise and under eat because all you could see in the mirror was someone that wasn't really there. It wasn't even that you thought you were overweight, you just wanted to see how slim and muscular you could go.
Still, when your physique meant you could get a date in less than 12 hours, you were inclined to be a little kinder to yourself. His name was Dave? Darron? Derrick? It didn't matter. He was hot and you were bored. You had arranged to meet at a small diner you had never been to before. Yes, you knew it was a little more dangerous but you had most likely killed men bigger than him with little more than a lanyard so you figured you were pretty safe. The date itself was rather boring but it did the job and got you out the house. The was nothing particularly wrong with the man, if anything he was rather sweet. He didn't seem to realise his good looks and you wondered if he had only recently grown into them. He was the perfect gentleman and in a different life, you could see him making you happy. Seeing Peter and MJ was rather cute too. Peter blushed profusely when he saw you there too but you just laughed, patting him gently on his back when he made you promise not to tell Mr Stark.
You left the diner with no intention to go on a second date.
~~~~~
It was Saturday evening, two weeks after the date with Darren? and you were bored again. Natasha had been on a mission all week and so you sent her a text, asking if she wanted to have a chill drive-in date. You added on the end that there was no pressure if she was too tired.
You were left on seen.
You weren't too sure why you kept trying with Natasha. If it had been anyone else, you would have gotten the message and fucked off. Maybe it was because Natasha was a woman? Maybe you were only attracted to women. With this newfound need to test out your hypothesis, you got back on your phone.
This time, it took you 5 hours to find someone to go on a date with. The sayings weren't wrong, lesbians really do move fast. You were dressed up and ready to go, having both decided to meet at a local coffee shop only a few blocks away from the SHIELD agency. This was done strategically as you were technically supposed to be working but it was your lunch break so fuck 'em. Sophie? Sandra? Sapphire? was nice. She laughed at your jokes and told jokes that made you laugh too, she insisted to pay and pouted when you snuck your card over the card reader. You were having a fun time and didn't notice a pair of green eyes burn into you. You cut the date shorter than your counterpart would have liked but you were already running late for work.
Perhaps it wasn't the gender, perhaps it was the fact none of them were ex-assassins with fiery red hair and a personality to match. Perhaps you couldn't remember any of their names because they weren't called Natasha.
Once again, you had no intention of going on a second date.
~~~~~
The change in Natasha was noticeable. Perhaps only noticeable to Clint and possibly Tony, but it was noticeable. She was quieter but not in her normal brooding spy way. She was a loud sort of quiet. The kind of quiet you are when you have millions of thoughts buzzing about your head. Natasha had many more than millions of thoughts and none of them were nice. She knew what casual dating entailed and she knew you were more than within your right to date someone else, as was she, but the burn when she saw you with Sophia made her feel sick. Natasha didn't like people eating her cereal, she didn't like people stealing her weapons and she most certainly didn't like people having you. As a person who grew up with barely any possessions, it had made Natasha jealous and possessive. Normally she could hide it. Normally it was over normal things, like socks. But normally, it didn't involve people. She was confused. She was overjoyed when you felt the same way about casual dating but seeing you with someone else made her feel a possessiveness that she hadn't felt since Stark had tried to take the last serving of golden boulders. She knew you weren't a cereal, that you were a person but when she saw you with someone else, all she could think was how much you were hers.
~~~~~
You were invited to a Stark party by an anonymous source. You had little to no idea who it could be. If it was Natasha, she would have just texted you and you weren't very close to any of the other Avengers. You didn't really care though, just happy to let loose as everyone knew that Stark's parties were infamous for their freeing atmosphere.
Turns out, the anonymous source failed to mention it was a rather intimate party with only the core Avengers, Maria, and Carol. You wondered, as you scanned the room quickly, whether or not it was too late for you to sneak back out. Unfortunately it was as Peter spotted you and enthusiastically waved you over to the group.
"Y/n! You made it!" Peter's exclamation made Natasha's head snap around.
"Shouldn't you be studying for a test?"
"Shouldn't you be going to less shady places for dates?"
You raised an eyebrow. Oh. So spidey boy wanted to play did he? You gave him a smug smirk and watched as he realised what he had just said "And how do you know about the shady places I go on dates young Peterson?"
"I- um- well-"
"How many other 'dates' have you been on?" Perhaps if Natasha was in a better state of mind, she would have asked it with a faux nonchalance but she was far too hurt for that.
"What's with the inverted commas? They were dates." You were a little upset that Natasha didn't think you were going on real dates.
"Sure."
"What, don't believe me?"
Natasha let out a short breath of air "No."
Your jaw clenched in a way that Natasha found delicious and she found herself momentarily forgetting why you were arguing until she then remembered that others may have seen your clenched jaw and thought the exact same thing she just thought. It made her blood boil ten times hotter than it already was.
"I thought you guys were dating?" Steve said, confusion written all over his face.
"Casually. Although right now, it doesn't seem very casual to me." You threw back the words that Natasha had texted you all those weeks ago, putting a little bite into them.
Natasha visibly tensed up as she realised just how neglectful she had been. She thought back to all the times you had asked her out and it made her feel sick. Her face slid from shock, to realisation, to guilt, to sadness all within a matter of milliseconds before finally resting on careful neutrality. "Well maybe we shouldn't casually date anymore."
"Just what I was thinking." You were not, however, thinking the same thing. Natasha meant it as 'we should stop casually dating so you can be my girlfriend and I can leave my mark all over you so no one ever even thinks of you without realising you're not single again' and you meant it as 'we should stop casually dating because you're slowly ripping out my heart and it's scaring me because you don't feel the same way I do.'
Normally, Wanda kept others thoughts from wandering into her head but she was a little more than slightly tipsy and both your thoughts were very loud.
"Wait nooo." Wanda's words slurred together as she grabbed your wrist, stopping you from getting up. She tugged you, trying to get you to lean closer but underestimated her strength, causing you to fall into her.
Natasha let out the most animalistic sound you had ever heard from a human. You had never heard anyone growl before and Natasha had never done it before but she was too mad to even realise what she had just done.
"Relaxxxx. I'm fixing it." Wanda waved Natasha off "Who do you think invited them anyway?"
You looked at Wanda in confusion. "But we don't even know each other."
"No." Wanda giggled. "But Peter and Clint were worried and Tony was sick of walking on eggshells around Natasha and Steve was tired of not knowing what was going on and-"
"Okay" You laughed, cutting her off. "What's your point sweetheart?"
"Natasha lovessss youuuu" Wanda giggled, her head rolling back as she looked up at the ceiling. "Come on guyssss its time for the birdies to sort themselves out."
"Birdies?" Thor looked over at her in confusion. "There are no birds here."
"She means lovebirds Thor." Carol laughed.
"How does a woman who's spent less time here than you know more?" Maria laughed as she ushered the others out, grabbing Carol's hand.
You looked over at Natasha once they had all left. "...What?"
"I thought we were saying we shouldn't casual date anymore?"
"Well me too."
"So why were you all over Wanda like a rash?"
"...I'm sorry, what? When you said 'no more casual dating', what did you mean?"
"Well I was asking you to date me properly, so I could be your girlfriend... What did you think I meant?"
"I thought you meant we had to stop doing this."
"Oh."
You both sat there in silence until you realised that your silence could be interpreted as not wanting to have her as your girlfriend.
"That's much better than what I was thinking."
Natasha gave you a light smile, her eyes searching yours for any signs that you might be lying.
You knew that she might need some encouragement to show her that you were telling the truth so you continued. "I want to see you most days. I want to label this."
"I want to see you every day Y/n. I want to wake up next to you and fall asleep next to you. When I saw you with Sophia..."
"Who?"
Natasha looked at you blankly. "What do you mean 'who'? The woman you were out with at the coffee place."
"So that was her name..."
"I seriously cant believe you... I literally stalked that woman and her family and you didn't even remember her name!" Natasha looked exasperated.
"...Well she wasn't you..."
Natasha closed the space between you until you were both inches away from each other. "Can I kiss you?" You nodded as she surged forwards and captured your lips with hers.
It was vaguely strange that she asked for permission this time when you had kissed each other so many times before. You only realised why, when you noticed that the pace of this kiss was different. It was slower, like she was taking her time memorising every little line on your lips and every tiny ridge in your mouth. Natasha asked permission because it was her strange, completely Natasha way of asking if you were okay with her. With being in a relationship. You melted instantly and your heart swelled. It was then that you realised that no matter how badly your parents had fucked you up, how badly the Red room had fucked up Natasha, that the two of you had found each other and were prepared to heal together.
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summary ➞ just after you began your political career, natasha romanoff attempted to assassinate you under the orders of the red room. so, naturally, you hired her as your bodyguard. now, in the midst of running for president, there’s been a shift in the nature of your relationship. word count : 4.2k
disclaimer ➞ 18+, strong language, implied age gap (natasha is slightly older but everything is 100% legal), smut, oral ( r reviving), fingering (r receiving), strap on use (double ended), dirty talk (praise + degradation + a little dumbification + pet names)
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a/n || this whole thing came from me seeing a picture of beefy nat in endgame so that was a wild ride. this piece of work is not to be copied or translated anywhere. thank you for reading!!! comments and reblogs appreciated <3
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The idea of mystery had always enthralled you.
To have something dangle in your face and still fail to understand it was entirely too appealing to someone who had always been filled with a need to want - and to, subsequently, keep wanting until there was nothing left. You could admit that you were greedy in that way.
Lucky for you, Natasha Romanoff was a complete enigma - one of the biggest mysteries you’d ever had the privilege of encountering. Although, ‘encounter’ wouldn’t be your ideal choice of word; it sounded entirely too pleasant for the whole ordeal considering she had sought you out under the conviction that she was going to kill you.
It happened nearly four years to the day. But it could have been a year ago - or a day ago - the way that you remembered every detail down to the stomach-turning icy feeling of her knife when she pressed it against the hollow of your throat.
You remember the sickening growl in her voice, when it dropped down an octave and hovered just at your ear so that she could tell you ‘God, I’d just love to have a spoiled little bitch like you begging for my mercy but I’ve grown quite fond of you so I’ll spare you the suffering’. And you remember the cold chill that ran down your spine immediately after that.
To this day, you’re still unsure how you made it out of there alive and unharmed. You did figure it had something to do with the fact that her eyes kept flickering to your chest with every shaky breath that heaved in your lungs. Or maybe it was the way they fell to your lips as you whimpered a weak promise of ‘it’s okay, go ahead’ in that whine she would never, out loud, admit to falling in love with.
All of that aside, you had never understood the woman and had come to turns with the fact that you probably never would. Though, you did find it best not to question the loyalty she had grown for you in the days that followed. After all, it had been years now and she still had yet to let you down.
When you hired her, you figured you’d learn more about her and you did - in a way.
You learned that she liked her coffee black but she wouldn’t get it from that coffee shop down the street because their muffins were too hard on the outside. And that her favorite place to eat was the grill downtown because none of the waitresses flirted with her while she ate and they always got her order right, no matter how complicated - because, you also learned, she was not one of those people who were too afraid to ask for their order to be exactly how they liked it.
But, still, you could never really know her. And that was something you were beginning to accept.
Tonight was no different.
Your muscles are growing noticeably weaker by the time the tiredness sets in and the excitement of the day finally begins to dwindle under the dim lamp-light of your bedroom. Your chest tightens as you’re left with whatever thoughts have managed to free themselves and run rampant in your exhausted brain.
“Will that be all for the night, boss?” Natasha’s voice is gentle as she stands in the hall and peaks her head in the doorway, careful and slow - like she does every other night she asks that same question - as she tries to avoid scaring you with her sudden intrusion.
You turn on your heel and your eyes fall onto her as a sigh passes your lips, “I think so, Natty, yeah.”
Even though you don’t ask for help, she watches you struggle to reach for the zipper at the back of your dress and her head cocks to the side curiously, “Would you like me to help you?” She treads carefully with her question, fearing that she’d overstep any boundaries.
Both of her hands come up and wrap around either side of the bulky doorframe as she begins to rock on her feet in wait of your answer. A soft ‘please’ finally unhitches from your aching throat, a hint of that whine in your tone makes the red-head have to swallow a smile.
You tug frustratedly at the hips of your dress, feeling constricted in the tight fabric, and she lets a breathy chuckle erupt in her chest before catching her bottom lip between her teeth. “Every time.” She jokes as she pushes into the room, gently pressing the door closed behind her with a soft click.
You huff, “It’s not my fault. I can’t reach the goddamn zipper.” Your genuine irritation makes her laugh, a much fuller sound this time. “Of course not, Madam President.”
“Oh please,” you hiss as a look of discontentment paints across your face, “I’m not president yet and I doubt I ever will be if the press doesn’t stop treating me as a joke. Did you see the way they talked to me tonight?”
The older woman moves to you with a disagreeing hum, squaring herself behind you with a hand on either of your shoulders. The gesture forces a heat behind your cheeks and you fight from meeting her intimidating observance.
“Oh, don’t mind them. They’re bloodsuckers. You do great in every interview and your polls are up from last week. People are really taking a liking to you.”
Your eyebrows push up then, “Like when you took a liking to me?” She knows it’s part joke but that doesn’t stop her from noticing the uncertainty that sparkles in your eyes. “If I hadn’t taken a liking to you, I would have followed through with my plan to assassinate you.”
The truth in her statement has you wringing your hands together nervously and the room falls silent as you contemplate her answer. A small ‘maybe you should have’ slips out from under your breath and makes Natasha’s own heart begin to ache in her chest. But she ultimately decides not to comment.
Instead, she takes the zipper of your dress between patient fingers as her eyes flash to yours through the glass of the full-body mirror in front of you. You shift anxiously, watching as she guides the small metal piece down the stretch of your back until the connecting fabric falls away at your sides.
“Maybe presidency isn’t worth all these formal events and uncomfortable dresses.” You attempt to return the playfulness into the air between you as you shimmy out of the dress and letting it pool onto the floor around your feet.
Natasha offers a fatigued laugh, “Well, if you didn’t wear uncomfortable dresses, then I wouldn’t have the privilege of taking them off of you.” The evening’s second wave of heat rushes to your cheeks at the implication of her words.
Your relationship with Natasha had been like this, since the moment you two had become comfortable with each other - harmless banter turned into empty flirting when there weren’t any perked ears around to hear. She liked to make you flustered when the two of you were alone; watch you fumble around for words and try to figure out how to play it cool under the watch of her distracting green eyes.
She eventually shuffles away from you, letting the back of her calves hit your bed-frame before she takes a seat on the mattress. “So what is it? You don’t like all the attention you get at your big, fancy, rich-people parties?” The obvious distaste in her voice makes you turn to face her again with an unreadable expression, carefully stepping out of the puddle of fabric.
“It’s not that I don’t like it. I just…” You voice trials off as you try to find the words, padding towards the bed as her eyes flicker over your half-naked body. “I miss being able to go out - I can’t even go to the gas station for a slushie without cameras in my face and press shouting about whether I support this or why I don’t support that.”
Natasha tilts her head, “I can go get you a slushie if you’d like.” You practically melt at the genuine concern in her voice, moving to sit next to her on the bed. “That’s very sweet of you but also not the point, Nat. I just miss being able to get in the car and go somewhere without a million people trailing at my heels.”
Natasha’s eyes fall to her lap as she thinks, then they flicker back to you. “You miss me not being up your ass all the time?” Her lip tilts playfully, she’s hoping her hopeful attempt at making you laugh with succeed and it does when a giggle falls from your lips. “You are the least of my problems. If anything, you make all this work somewhat tolerable.”
She echoes back your ‘somewhat’ to make you laugh again as you scoot closer to her. “Yeah, somewhat. Don’t let that go to your head.” She nudges your shoulder playfully, “Oh no, it definitely already has. Knowing you can’t live without me.”
“Hey, I never said that!”
The two of you laugh in harmony for a moment before a comforting lull washes over you both. Her hand finds your knee, thumb rubbing gentle circles against the skin and your head falls onto her shoulder.
She can feel a tear wet her skin through the thin material of her shirt and she quickly shrugs your head away so she can take your face between her hands. “Hey, why are you crying?”
You shake your head and move to wipe the stray tears, “It’s just the stress, it makes me emotional.” You say through a half-hearted laugh; mostly at how ridiculous you feel to be crying right now.
“You need to de-stress.” Her words are a soft hum as her eyes dart around your face. “May I?” Your eyebrows knit in confusion before she’s leaning towards you and, suddenly, you can feel her breath against your lips.
It’s now that you realize the hand that had fallen back to your knee has tightened its grip and, as much as you hate to admit it, your thighs clench in excitement at the implication that she is preparing to kiss you. The thumb that is still pressed to your face swipes at your cheek reassuringly, “Is this okay?” but her eyes don’t leave your lips as she speaks.
A nod from you is all she needs to connect your mouths, hers beginning to work gently against yours as you crane forward to meet her half-way. You attempt to fight her for some type of dominance but it’s a futile fight when her tongue presses against the seam of your lips and you nearly melt into a puddle on the bed.
There’s something eternal about the way she kisses you - like you could stay here forever and never need to pull away or do anything other than kiss her for the rest of your entire life.
Your body twists to face her fully, knees coming up to tuck underneath you until you’re taller than her. Her free hand presses against your stomach so that her fingers are free to explore the skin she’d been staring at for the last bout of your conversation.
You toy with the strands of hair that usually frame her chiseled expression, pushing them out of the way. A delighted hum falls from her mouth and into yours, the sound causing you to part from her lips just enough to lock eyes with her.
You’re still towering above her but you only hold eye contact for a moment to say a million things with your eyes without uttering a word.
“Let me.” She finally mutters to break the silence and concentration. You know the words ‘take control’ are lingering somewhere at the end of her sentence but neither of you really need her to clarify as she surges her body towards you and forces you onto your back.
She’s expressing so many different emotions with her lips as she moves to hover over you and attaches them to your throat eagerly. Their path is linear across the skin, trailing the same length that her blade once had - almost as if she’s saying i’m sorry.
But the sweet burn of excited nerves makes it hard for you to concentrate on the meaning behind her actions as you revel in the delightful stinging feeling. Your knees bend towards the ceiling and feet plant against the bed, inviting her to settle between your thighs; which she does without hesitation.
Your fingers work off the buttons of her shirt, letting her tie fall and brush against your exposed stomach. When her torso is finally freed of the shirt, you push it away and toss it to gather onto the floor.
She stops kissing you for a moment, the slightest bit of fear swimming around in her olive eyes, as you examine the scars littered across her toned abdomen.
There’s one in particular, it’s raised and a pale pink much lighter than her complexion. Goosebumps flutter over her flesh when your fingers graze it and she instantly softens at the interest in your gaze. Her nerves wash away as her lips twitch with a smirk and she says “I’ll tell you all about them one day.”
You confirm the idea with a kiss, pulling her impossibly closer to you by tangling her tie in your fist and yanking her to you. Her laugh fans against your lips as she kisses you, failing to bite back the smile that’s been threatening to ruin the kiss since your mouths had first connected.
“I’ve been dreaming about this moment forever.” She admits, pushing up to sit on her knees and unbuckle the dress pants around her hips. You help pull them down her thighs, not bothering to leave the red-cotton underwear underneath them as she kicks it all onto the floor.
“You have?” It’s hard to hide the shyness that entangles itself in your voice so you move to press your face against her chest, littering it with gentle kisses and nips but she notices the shift in your demeanor anyway and lowers herself back down to your eye-line. “Look at you. Of course I have.”
She accents her truth by letting her lips find the valley of your chest, hands sliding around to undo the clip of your bra with ease, as if she had been doing it for years.
When the bra falls away, her lips attach to your nipple; taking the sensitive bud between her teeth and flicking at it with her tongue.
You almost wonder if she’d been studying your body without your knowledge - learning how to bite and kiss and lick in just the right way to force the air to deflate from your lugs and push those melodic moans from your throat.
“You sound so pretty.” She comments in between licks down your trembling stomach, fingers curling around your underwear to pull the soaked fabric down your legs and leave them to dangle from the bed-frame. “Love it when you sing for me.”
Another wave a goosebumps prick at your skin as she nips against your thighs, eyes looking up to find yours through her fluttering eyelashes and the sight alone makes a rush of your arousal drip onto the bedsheets.
Her hand comes up and presses against your sensitive skin, right above where your underwear would begin and she hums, “Do you always tremble like this when a woman touches you?”
You want to say no - deny, deny, deny, right? - and you wouldn’t technically be lying but you’ve also never willingly submitted to someone as easily as you were for her. There had never been a woman who knew how to handle your body the way she was doing now.
Lucky for you, or maybe unlucky for you, there isn’t time to answer because her flattened tongue falls out between her lips and caresses your entrance like she’d been starving all her life and you were the only food she had ever been offered.
The sudden pleasure overtakes you in a gasp, body shuddering away from the bed just to chase the feeling of her tongue. She laughs into the skin of your thigh, holding your legs open with her muscled arms, “So eager.”
She surges towards you again, burying her face in your folds and pushing her tongue into you as far as she can. You clench around her, embarrassingly tight, but it only spurs her on as she simultaneously nudges your clit with her nose and explores the fluttering walls of your cunt with her tongue.
One of her hands leaves your thigh as her mouth moves raises to suckle at your clit. A finger probes the empty hole that her tongue had only just vacated. “You taste fucking amazing. Anyone ever tell you that?”
You don’t want to answer. Not because no one had - you’ve heard it on more than one occasion - but because you’d rather forget that you’d ever been touched before her. Well, you had never been touched like this, anyway.
When her finger finally dips into your cunt, you let out an extremely loud and rather whorish moan that shatters any of the composure either of you had been left with. “That’s it.” She encourages as her finger curls inside you and your hips crane to meet her.
She lashes her tongue against your clit in one long stroke to soften the upcoming blow of her pulling away completely. Your chest is rattled with a needy whine that makes the other woman throb between her own legs. “Shhh angel, I’ll be right back. Don’t move.”
You want to protest, or maybe panic as you fear you’ve done something wrong, but she’s already pulling your robe onto her shoulders and shuffling out the door before you have the chance to. Your legs twitch and clench at the empty feeling, slick coating your thighs and surely the bed beneath you.
Even though it’s only a few shot seconds, it seems to be years before she returns. When she does, an excited grin is playing across her lips as she shuts the door. The curiosity in your gaze is answered as she turns to you and lets the robe fall away, onto the floor. A thick, flesh-colored strap stands tall between her toned legs.
As she’s standing there, chest puffed confidently and you ogling the toy dangling from her hips, you can picture the crude words glowing across a neon sign: ‘DESPERATE BOSS GETS FUCKED BY HER BEEFY BODYGUARD (LOTS OF MOANING, REAL ORGASM!!)’
Natasha leans forward and kisses at your knee, hand curling around your calf to spread your legs so that she is free to slot herself between them. “Couldn’t wait to fuck you proper, angel. I’ve got to right now.” She explains, head falling to your neck where she begins to press gentle kisses.
You hum in total agreement, hands caressing the skin on her back as she kissed down your neck to your shoulder, letting her teeth scrape against your pulse before she comes up to kiss you.
“You want me to fuck you as bad as I want to fuck you?”
You answer embarrassingly quick with a ‘yes, yes please’, hands darting into her hair to grip on excitedly. “Oh baby, such perfect manners. You’re so starved of attention, huh?” Her tone is very much Natasha, playful and condescending but they still warm your belly in anticipation.
The strap nudges your clit as you eagerly take it in your hand, her eyes flutter closed at both the feeling of the toy shifting and the squeak that falls from your lips. You want to show her how good you can be as you pump the toy with your first; it becomes very evident, very quickly, that the other end of the toy is nuzzled inside her cunt.
The pleasured sounds she makes encourage you to meet her sights. Your eyes are screaming ‘fuck me, please, i’ll be so good for you’ when they lock onto hers and hers are almost saying ‘i know baby, gonna fuck you so good’ even as the toy pushes into you slow enough for you to feel your walls stretch to accommodate its girth.
She brings herself onto her knees, both hands wrenched into your hips as her arm muscles contract with the strength she uses to grip them. You could have cum right then and there, watching the animalistic need take over her as she begins pumping her hips into yours.
She’s chasing her own need, as well as yours, and the thought of it makes you want to behave just enough to see her cum because of you.
A shattered moan escapes you and bounces off the walls as she rolls her hips particularly deep, moving languidly and expertly to hit just the right spots. “You’re so messy, peach. Making a big mess of my cock.” Her words are grunted through her own labored breathing and your pathetic mewling.
“You take me so well, I’m so proud of you, my girl.” You respond with a mindless chant of ‘so good, natty, so fucking good’.
She subtly corrects your use of her name with, “Mommy’s got you so drunk on my cock, isn’t that right baby? Not a single thought behind those pretty little eyes once I get my hands on you?” and laughs wickedly as she comes down to kiss you again and her hips pick up speed.
The authority behind her tone makes you clench around the toy, gripping at her back for dear life. She growls into your ear when your nails break at the skin, never letting her hips falter but, instead, speeding up to a pace that makes you question if she’s real.
Even as she’s fucking you, toy balls-deep inside your dripping cunt, you wonder if all of this is a dream. Because she’s fucking you too well, and she knows our body too well, and she knows just what to say to keep you riled up.
She must have seen the haze in your eyes as your mind wonders because she grips at your chin, letting one arm down flex by your head and hold herself up. “Come back to me, my peach, focus on Mommy and just how good she fucks you, yeah?”
“So good, Mommy!” It’s a shout more than anything, desperately trying to grab onto something that’s going to keep you grounded as she fucks into you deeper and her breath echoes by your ears.
“Oh the poor dumb baby just needed to be fucked good. You wanna run a whole country and still let Mommy spread you open and fuck you stupid on my cock? Is that what you need, baby?”
“Mommy, please. Gonna cum. Can I - oh god - can I cum for you Mommy?”
She lets out a delighted laugh then, hand trailing away from your chin to caress circles around your clit, “Cum for me, angel. Let it all out, sweet girl.”
You try to hold it; to keep this feeling going as you almost fear you’ll never get it again, but something springs open inside of you and you let out a scream into the quieted second level of the house as you cum.
“That’s so good, you’re so pretty.” The praises come from her in sweet tongue rolls, pants and gasps falling from her lips as her own cunt twitches around the toy’s opposite end. “Yes, Mommy’s so close, baby. Fuck, just hang on.”
You can see her struggle to keep whatever is left of her composure, hips sloppy as they drill yours into the mattress. She groans into your shoulder as she cums around the toy, hissing about how beautiful you are and how she loves the way you look underneath her. But the words are muffled by the sound of the blood rushing in your ears as you struggle to regain your breath.
In fear of overstimulating your - already shot - nervous system, she pulls out smoothly. You whimper, choking on the air in your throat and she rubs at your chest soothingly. “You’re okay, my peach, you’re okay.”
You pull her into a kiss as she collapses beside you, gripping onto her as if you’re scared she’ll disappear underneath your fingertips. “I’m not going anywhere, baby. I’m gonna get you the win you deserve.”
It’s impossible to fight the tiredness that overtakes you as your head falls against her naked chest and her fingers rake through your hair as she mumbles comforts and nicknames you wonder whether or not they’ll ever leave this bedroom.
a late spring masterlist
How can knowing someone be so destructive yet so vehement at the same time? You and Natasha know it far too well in the journey of your relationship
WARNINGS: bestfriend’s mom!nat x younger!reader, unspecified age gap relationship, eventual smut, established relationships, and angst!
First Love / A Late Spring
Naked Truths (COMING SOON!)
Only Nat would be this aggressive before 6am.
A Case of You
Natasha Romanoff x Reader
Word Count: 2.5K
A/N: A soft angst kinda one shot. Reader used to date Natasha and gets a call from her during the night. Mentions alcohol and toxic past relationships.
She called you in the night. You answered. You always answered, but it felt dirty.
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