Oh Woww!! I Love Your New Colourful Series, It's Really Good!! I'm Really Interested Because Their Relationship

Part of Me

Scarlett Johansson x Daughter!Reader

Word Count: 5Kish

A/N: Ngl, this is a fic I update sometimes on Wattpad and thought it’d be good to cross post maybe. It’s very much just one I plan to write for fun.

Chapter 1

You'd taken the DNA test to find out more about your ancestry. You didn't expect to find out more about your parentage.

There was a maternal match. It wasn't your mother. You stared at the account trying to guess who they could be. She was listed as only SJ, no other information was provided.

You hadn't known what to do, not for those first few days. You couldn't look the woman you'd thought was your mom in the eye. She'd lied to you. You were old enough to know, you should have been told. There'd always been this pressure for you to fit in better with the family. You stayed silent as the resentment filled you.

The words caught in your throat. At night you'd stare at the initials that hid your biological mother. You wondered why she was on the website.

It was three days until something happened.

You woke up to an email. An account related to you had reached out. It was your mother. You'd scrambled through the email, hitting the embedded link hurriedly.

'Hi.' The message opened. Your attention caught on the first word and your heart pounded. It was your mom's words.

'I've always hoped that I'd have the opportunity to write this. I want to say that I love you. That I always have. I''d like to get to know you better, if you want that too? - Scarlett'

You couldn't breathe, your eyes read the words over and over again. She loved you. You thought of the family around you that had never loved you quite right. You felt your heart fill with the hope that this was the reason why.

You mouthed her name silently to yourself, trying to decide if it sounded strange or familiar.

You went to school reluctantly, too distracted to focus on anything said during classes. You read the message over and over again, trying to believe it.

When the last school bell rung, you dawdled on the steps outside and sent a reply. You'd been trying to plan the best response all day, still you sounded awkward.

'Thank you. I want that more than anything - Y/N.'

You checked your phone again when you were back home. Scarlett's response was already sitting in your inbox.

'Would you like to call?' The message asked, along with a phone number.

Suddenly, everything felt very real.

You told her yes and arranged to call that evening. You were more withdrawn than ever that evening, no one in the house noticed. For once, you didn't care. All you could think about was the call.

At the agreed time, you typed in the phone number. The option to video call appeared. You pressed it. You wanted, more than anything to see what your mom looked like.

You felt your heart in your mouth as the phone dialled. The image cleared and your jaw dropped at the woman on the other end of the call.

You knew her. SJ flashed through your mind as you recognised Scarlett Johansson. She didn't look like you'd ever seen her.

Her hair was dirty blonde and tied back in a loose ponytail. She was wearing rounded glasses and seemed to be sitting in a home office. Her jumper was stripy.

The same strange and familiar feeling settled over you. Your Mom was one of the most famous people in the world and she looked so friendly.

Her smile was wide when she took in your face. You felt shy immediately, you'd been so excited to see your mom, you'd forgotten that she'd want to see you.

"Hi." She greeted you softly with a small wave.

You found yourself waving back, feeling so much younger than you had in years.

"I didn't expect a video call." She said casually. "But I always wanted to know what you look like." There was a pause and you watched Scarlett hesitantly through the screen.

"You're famous.' You mumbled unthinkingly. Even through the screen, you could feel Scarlett's discomfort.

"I am." She agreed carefully. "Is that okay?"

"Yeah." You rushed out, feeling suddenly very awkward. "It's just I've been watching you my whole life and I didn't realise."

Scarlett's smile was small and sad, but it was still there.

"I've wanted to meet you for so long." She said quietly, voice nearly lost in the crackling static.

"Why didn't you?" You asked, feeling suddenly defensive. You realised abruptly, that in all your excitement, you'd forgotten the truth of it. Scarlett hadn't wanted you. She'd given you up.

Scarlett told you that she'd followed legal advice during the adoption. She'd been advised to have an entirely closed adoption. The risk of the story being leaked to the press was too high. She'd felt pressured by her own management team, by people around her.

It had been a year after your birth that she'd been in a place to reconsider what had happened. She told you that all she could think about was how much she loved you. That she had missed you more than anything.

There had been no legal option for her to find you. No way to reverse the decision that had been made.

Maybe it was because she was your mom, but you trusted Scarlett already. You told her that you'd never been told that you were adopted. Scarlett's face flashed with frustration and pain.

"You were meant to know." She told you and her fingers played with her necklace as she spoke. "You were supposed to have the choice to contact me, if you ever wanted to."

"I would have." You admitted, feeling sudden tears in your eyes.

Scarlett closed her eyes for a second and she wiped a tear from her cheek.

"I want to know you." She said directly. "I want to be as much a mom as you'll let me be."

You smiled. You realised that Scarlett already made you feel loved. You started crying properly, the feeling of happiness and warmth was sudden and overwhelming.

"I want that too." You repeated, and Scarlett's smile was brighter than anything you'd ever seen.

Scarlett's daughter called out from the other room, her head turned automatically. She looked back to you a second later. A look of guilt flashed over her face and you knew she needed to go.

"It's okay." You assured her, the happy feeling was unrelenting now. "Maybe we can talk more?"

'Are you on your summer break?" Scarlett asked suddenly and you realised just how much she meant what she'd said.

"This is my last week." You confirmed, not daring to believe what you thought she might ask.

"Visit?" Scarlett implored and her fingers played nervously with her necklace again. "Any time you want. I'll arrange the travel, everything."

You nodded, not sure what to say. It seemed like an impossible dream.

"I can't believe I found you." Scarlett mumbled to herself before the call ended.

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You slept well that night. You didn't quite feel like yourself. The call felt so unreal that you checked your call log just to see the number. You saved her as a contact, you left it under her initials as SJ.

Scarlett had sent you a kind text that you read the next morning. She wrote her messages like formal emails. She'd asked you to tell her about yourself. You told her that you didn't know what to say.

Her reply was fast and filled with suggestions. You spent the day answering the most mundane questions from your mom. She wanted to know your favourite everything. Colour, animal, school subject.

You asked about her day too. The reality that you were texting a famous actress was even more disorientating. She described her day with obvious disinterest. Meeting with a director, call with her agent, picking up her daughter from a playdate, meeting with Marvel executives.

She asked you cautiously about your family and you told her how things were. She didn't tell you that she was concerned, but you could feel it in the follow up questions that she asked.

You were back at home when Scarlett finally asked what you knew she'd been wanting to ask all day. When would you tell them that you'd found her? You explained that you knew how upset they'd be. That you didn't think you could stay here if you told them.

Your phone rang instantly. It was a voice call from Scarlett and you picked up. You hated answering calls as a rule and you found yourself mumbling a hello.

"Hi honey." Scarlett said softly, obviously thrown by your clear nerves. She asked more about your family, if there were reasons that you were scared. You found your voice grew stronger the more you told her. It felt good to finally tell someone how difficult it was to get along with your family.

Scarlett promised you that you would always have a home with her.

"What about school?" You asked, not believing that she'd thought this through. You didn't think she could really want a near stranger living in her house.

"It's nearly summer vacation." Scarlett reminded you. She told you that it might all be okay with your parents, but she was here if you needed. That everything would work out either way. You realised then, that she was talking like a real mom.

"Okay." You said. "I'm going to tell them now, before I chicken out." You hung up before you could think about it for too long.

You told your family. It was even worse than you'd expected. Voices were raised. You were given the ultimatum. To stop talking to Scarlett or leave. You remembered what Scarlett had said. You remembered that warm feeling of having a mom that you trusted so easily. You didn't have that here.

They were telling you to apologise when they were the ones in the wrong. They had hidden who you were. You told them that you had every right to speak to Scarlett. They stuck to the ultimatum. You were told to leave.

You went back to your room. You texted Scarlett. You told her what had happened. You were crying as you wrote it and you knew she could sense your tone.

"I can't stay here." You typed.

"Pack a bag." She replied immediately. "I'll book a flight."

You packed in a rush, unable to process the stinging abandonment of what had just happened. Scarlett called you ten minutes later. She told you that she was going to send you the flight information. She explained that there'd be a taxi at your front door in twenty minutes.

She checked if you were sure. You told her that you were, your voice sounded hoarse from the crying and shouting. Scarlett told you that she loved you. The words caught in your throat.

The taxi arrived exactly as expected. Your mother looked thrown as you headed for the door. She tried to block it, she told you the ultimatum wasn't real. You asked her if she loved you like you were her real daughter. She hesitated. You moved her arm out of the way and found the taxi.

You couldn't get her hesitation out of your head as you drove to the airport. You couldn't stop crying. You looked terrible as you went through security. You realised that Scarlett had called ahead. There was a member of staff guiding you through everything. They looked very sympathetic. You were young and couldn't stop crying. You realised that it must look like someone had died.

You sat in first class on the plane and it felt bizarre. You plugged in your earphones and tried to block out everything. You couldn't process what was happening. You should be sleeping. You should have school the next day. You realised how abrupt your absence would seem. You didn't care.

Even exhausted on the plane, you felt excitement start to build. You were going to meet your mom soon. You didn't know how that could be real.

The plane landed and you were guided again through the checks. Suddenly, you were standing alone with your small bag in an empty part of the airport. You'd been guided into a small room. It didn't feel like the official Arrivals area. Nerves and anticipation seized you as you realised why you'd been directed to a private room.

The door at the far end opened and Scarlett walked through. The silence in the room was unbearable. Scarlett hurried forward. Her eyes ran over you with a kind of desperation. She moved faster. You took a step forwards too.

Her arms opened and you fell into her embrace. Scarlett's arms tightened around you and you felt safe. Your breath hitched as you tried not to cry. You felt like she was family. Scarlett kissed the top of your head.

This time you didn't hesitate.

"I love you." You mumbled out against her top. Scarlett's arms tightened even more.

"I love you too." She answered, voice thick with emotion and happiness. "Everything is going to be okay."

When you broke apart, she picked up your bag and her other arm moved protectively around your shoulder.

"Let's go home." She said as she began to lead you out of the airport. You leaned against her side automatically.

Everything still felt like a dream, but as you slipped into the passenger seat of the car, you realised that this was your new life. You didn't know what was going to happen. Scarlett closed her eyes before she started driving and let out a long breath.

You realised that this felt like a dream for her too.

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Chapter 2

It was still dark when you arrived at Scarlett's house. She lived within a gated community and you shrank back automatically in your seat as she drove past houses larger than any you'd ever seen before.

Neither of you were talking and the atmosphere felt awkward. She pulled into her driveway and turned off the car's engine. Scarlett turned to you and there was a long moment of silence. Your breathing felt too loud and you looked away in embarrassment.

Scarlett cleared her throat nervously. "We should head inside.' She mumbled and you nodded. You couldn't help the discomfort that was rising inside you. You wanted to trust her. She was your Mom. 

Still, this was a woman who had abandoned you once. An alarm bell rang quietly in your head, reminding you to stay guarded. You followed Scarlett to her front door.

Before she could turn her key in the lock, the door opened from the inside. The man standing there seemed friendly, his smile was polite. He was clearly expecting you both.

'This is Colin.' Scarlett informed you awkwardly and you tried to meet his smile. The weirdness of meeting such a welcoming stranger washed over you. Suddenly, it felt hard to breathe. You tried not to let it show on your face.

'It's nice to meet you.' Colin told you simply and you nodded silently. His arm slipped around Scarlett's waist as you both entered the house. He took your bag from Scarlett and kissed her cheek.

The prickling strangeness of everything kept creeping over your skin. The orange glow from the hallway window told you that dawn had just broken. 

You tried not to let your disorientation overwhelm you. It was natural for you to feel like this, so much had happened.

The awkward silence fell between you again as you lingered in the entrance. Colin seemed most aware of it. When Scarlett didn't say anything, he spoke again.

'You must be tired?' He asked. 'We can show you your room.'

You nodded again, your voice was caught in your throat. Scarlett looked nervous or uncomfortable, you couldn't tell which. You wondered if she was regretting inviting you here. 

Tears burned suddenly in your eyes, you fought hard not to let them fall.

The house was obviously beautiful, your head swivelled around as you followed them up the large wooden staircase. 

You walked along the next hallway thinking that this was easily the biggest house that you'd ever been in. 

You paused curiously when you passed by a very pink bedroom with its door ajar.

Scarlett caught your hesitation.

'Rose is staying with her Dad for the week.' She informed you, scanning your expression clearly to read your reaction. 'He had some work in the US.'

You kept your face purposefully neutral and nodded again. A tight and tangling knot started to build in your stomach. You had a sister, a half sister technically, but still a sister. You were too scared to ask if you'd be allowed to meet her.

You weren't even sure if you were going to be kept a secret from everyone, or just the public. You tried to be logical. It was understandable if Scarlett didn't want to tell anyone, her privacy wasn't always in her control.

Every time that Scarlett looked at you, you felt the shooting awareness that she was famous. You'd seen her on-screen countless times. 

You kept your mouth tightly shut as Colin led you into the room two doors down from Rose's bedroom. It was clean and bright, the bedspread was blue. The wooden furniture fit well with the rest of the house. 

It was a perfectly designed guest room. You realised that was exactly what this felt like. Scarlett and Colin felt like perfectly polite hosts. This wasn't anything like family. Not yet.

'Thank you.' You forced yourself to say. Your voice was embarrassingly small. You felt just as small yourself.

When you were finally on your own, you sank down onto the bed. You stared blankly at your bag, where Colin had left it in the corner. It felt like you'd been picked out of your life and dropped into a new one.

You kicked off your shoes and lay back against the pillows. You stared up at the ceiling. You'd been left to get some sleep before lunch, but that felt impossible.

Feelings conflicted inside you. 

Unspeakable was the anger and resentment that lingered just below the surface. You thought about the pink bedroom you'd seen. You imagined Scarlett hanging up the fairy lights around the window herself. Scarlett had chosen to keep Rose, but not you.

You tried to remember that it wasn't that simple, but as tears clouded your vision, they also clouded your thoughts.

The other feeling was the strangest of all. Despite your unexpected arrival here, more than anything in the world, you just wanted Scarlett to like you. You wanted to stay. 

This house was beautiful. Colin's arm around Scarlett's waist seemed perfectly simple. Rose's mom clearly loved her. 

There was a working family here, you didn't want to be the ugly blot that ruined it.

You wanted Scarlett to want you too. It wasn't hard to guess why the feeling clawed at your chest. She'd chosen not to keep you once before.

Eventually, your eyes closed and you fell into a half-sleep, fuelled by your exhaustion from the night of travel. You weren't quite unconscious but you still bolted upright when you heard the quiet knock on your door.

You felt flushed as you hurried down the stairs a few minutes later.

You followed the smell of chicken through to the kitchen. Scarlett was alone, sending you a nervous smile as you entered. Her hair was tied up, but loose strands framed her face easily. She'd clearly been in charge of the cooking, the oven mitts were next to her on the kitchen counter.

'Hungry?' She breathed out in a rush.

'Sure.' You affirmed, trying to ease her nerves with a calmness of your own. You moved forward, sliding into the closest chair at the large oak kitchen table.

There was a large casserole dish set in the middle of the table. It looked like chicken parmesan.

Scarlett placed an empty plate in front of you as she sat in the seat opposite you. As she sat down, she anxiously tucked the loose strands behind her ears.

You caught her next moment of hesitation and realised she didn't know if she should serve for you. 

You moved forward to help yourself to the chicken, wordlessly answering her question.

It was understandable that Scarlett was confused, she was used to eating with a six year old.

'Where's Colin?' You asked quietly, still not sure if it was your place to ask. They were clearly together, but it hadn't been officially introduced to you.

'He went to work.' Scarlett replied and the answer was so obvious that you felt heat rush to your cheeks. You kept your eyes on your plate, feeling too shy to speak to your own mom.

Scarlett made an attempt after a few minutes of quiet eating.

'Did you sleep well?' She asked you. You swallowed a bite of chicken and gave a nod.

'Yes, thank you.' You answered politely. It felt so ridiculous. You had so many questions burning inside you. You just didn't know how to ask.

The silence fell again and this time it was nearly unbearable. Your mouth was dry and it became hard to finish the meal.

'I cook when I'm stressed.' Scarlett confessed randomly and your head snapped up to look at her. She looked vulnerable as she spoke and you couldn't look away.

'I was so nervous to meet you.' Scarlett paused. 'I still am.' She added with a small smile.

You matched her small smile and the tightness around your chest released.

'Me too.' You whispered shyly.

'Right.' Scarlett agreed with a nod. 'There's so much I want to say, but I don't know where to start.'

'Yes.' You agreed with a fervent nod. Strange spikes of happiness started to run through you. It felt relieving to be seen and understood, you hadn't been expecting it.

'Why don't we ask each other questions.' Scarlett suggested softly. 'Let's just get it in the open.'

You nodded as you chewed on another piece of chicken.

'You first.' Scarlett prompted immediately, putting her fork down.

You swallowed, feeling suddenly put on the spot. Without thinking, the words fell out of your mouth.

'Who's my dad?' You asked bluntly.

The words hung horribly in the room.

Scarlett's expression fell suddenly. Her careful smile morphed into a pained expression. She blinked twice. You watched her lips press together tightly. She looked like she was desperately trying to think of something to say.

Regret rushed through you.

'You don't have to answer that.' You hurried out, hating that you could cause that much pain without meaning to. You took a deep breath.

'Can I ask my question again?' You checked. Scarlett nodded, clearly trying hard to cover the abrupt pain that your question had caused.

'Is he someone I should know?' You asked instead, shifting another piece of food around your plate with your fork.

Scarlett shook her head immediately.

'No.' She whispered.

'Okay.' You affirmed determinedly. 'That's all I need to know.'

"Are you sure?' Scarlett checked, and you heard the underlying insecurity in her tone.

'Yes.' You said, smiling carefully at her. You couldn't help your small shrug.

"I trust you.' You explained simply.

It was as if your words shone sunlight onto Scarlett. She broke into a sudden, soft smile.

'You do?' She asked with barely concealed surprise. Her eyes scanned yours carefully.

'Yeah. I moved in with you, didn't I?' You replied with a silly grin. Your heart was beating out of your chest as you said the words out loud.

Scarlett's hand jerked out across the table on impulse. She took your free hand in hers. Her hand was warm, her thumb rubbed along the back of your hand. The same feeling of safety from the airport rushed through you.

'I'm so glad you did.' Scarlett assured you.

You squeezed her hand silently, feeling overwhelmed.

'Living room is through there.' Scarlett said after a moment and there was something much more sure in her tone. She sounded unquestionably like a mom. 'Go watch something on TV and we can keep talking in a bit.'

You found yourself shaking your head.

'Let me help clear up?' You asked instead, gesturing at the dishes.

'If you're sure?' Scarlett checked as she stood up.

Together, you brought the dishes over to the counter. You started filling up the dishwasher in a peaceful kind of silence.

It felt good to be useful. It felt good to work away that lingering feeling of being a burden.

'What's the plan for the rest of the day?' You asked as you walked together through to the living room, ten minutes later.

Scarlett moved to the large green sofa and sat down readily. Her feet slipped up onto the edge of the coffee table. She patted the space next to her and you sat down obediently. 

You kept your hands in your lap, still painfully aware that this wasn't really your house.

'There's no plan.' Scarlett answered with a small shrug. There was something about her gesture that made your heart jump. Even if she didn't quite feel like your mom yet, Scarlett was definitely feeling like a good friend already.

You took a breath and curled your feet up on the sofa. Even if you were just pretending that this was home, it still felt good to pretend.

'It's your turn to ask a question.' You prompted.

'Right.' Scarlett nodded as she leaned over to the iPod dock on the side table next to her. 

Folk music that you didn't recognise, filled the room.

You snorted with laughter and Scarlett turned immediately to face you.

'What?' She asked in confusion.

'Nothing.' You answered with a grin. 'iPods are just a bit retro.'

Scarlett rolled her eyes.

'It still works and it has all my music on it.' She protested and her defensiveness made you giggle.

Maybe it was from the hysteria of the day, but once you started laughing, it was nearly impossible to stop.

Scarlett stuck out her tongue as you held your side trying to repress the laughter.

'Your question.' You gasped out, ready to move on from the desperate urge to keep giggling. You definitely hadn't had enough sleep for the day you were having.

Scarlett looked thoughtfully at the blank TV and you gave her the silence to word her question. The mood of the room shifted to something more serious and you tried to prepare yourself for what she might ask.

'Do you understand that I always wanted you?' Scarlett asked hoarsely, her voice breaking as she spoke.

Her eyes met yours with an electric kind of intensity and you felt the world stop for a moment.

'It was just circumstance.' Scarlett whispered and you saw the ghosts of past things flicker across her eyes. 'It was never because of you.'

A lump caught in your throat and you felt a tear roll down your cheek. You didn't know what to say. You weren't even sure you did understand. 

Noone had ever wanted you that completely before.

Wordlessly, Scarlett shifted on the sofa. Her arms opened and you shuffled over into her offered hug. She held you close to her and you sank into the feeling.

All the worries and fears dissipated for a moment. 

It was all worth it. Everything was worth it if you were going to get a mom who wanted you like this.

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CAPTAIN MARVEL (2019) + Letterboxd, as requested by anonymous (insp.)

I Told You

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

(18+ Only) Warnings: mommy kink, oral-sex on strap on (nat receiving), face-fucking, spitting kink, praise kink, degradation, spanking, choking, hair-pulling, dub-con (?), tummy-bulge kink, overstimulation, cum-filled strap on

A/N: hello! this is a second part to Mile High Club! it’s thot hours, so i hope you whores enjoy this one. happy reading <3

anon requested: My good lord. I need a Part II to Mile High Club, where Nat is absolutely destroying R with her strap🥵🥵

Mile High Club | I Told You

Summary: Natasha is a woman of her word.

Word Count: 1.8K

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You hit the floor with a loud thud as Natasha shoved you into the bedroom, slamming the door behind her. 

You stayed on your knees, knowing all too well that your punishment would worsen if you moved an inch. 

You watched as Natasha slowly tore her clothes off, purposely taking a little longer than usual, to see if you’d disobey her, but to her surprise, you didn’t.

Even as she walked over to the closet and pulled out your favorite strap-on, attaching the harness to her waist, you didn’t budge. 

Natasha was impressed, but she wasn’t going to give you the satisfaction of knowing that. 

The redhead stalked over to you, where you still kneeled in front of the bed. You let out a squeal when she harshly gripped your hair, pulling your face towards the toy. 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“Suck.” 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

You didn’t have to be told twice as you gripped the base of the cock, running your tongue around the tip teasingly, but a grunt from Natasha and a needy thrust of her hips, put a stop to your teasing. 

Nat shoved the entire length into your mouth in one swift motion, smiling at the sound of your gags as the strap hit the back of your throat, tears springing to your eyes quickly. 

“You better get to work and make mommy cum before I really give you something to cry about and fuck you with no preparation.” 

You focused on breathing through your nose, nodding against her cock before pulling your mouth completely off of the strap, slamming back onto the strap. 

Each time the strap hit the back of your throat, the base of the cock would rub against Nat’s clit, providing her pleasure as well. 

Her moans encouraged you to keep going. You didn’t want to disappoint your mommy. So, you took a deep breath through your nose and took the entire length into your mouth, and held it there for a few seconds. 

Natasha looked down and groaned at the sight of you on your knees, droll trailing down your mouth and chin, your beautiful gags filling the silence of the room. 

You pulled back halfway and repeatedly slammed down onto her cock, sucking as hard as you could. Even though you knew Nat couldn’t feel it, what you did know was that she went crazy over the sounds, and you were right. 

The redhead gripped both sides of your head and began to pound the strap into your mouth, fucking your face as fast as she could. 

“Fuck, baby. Mommy’s gonna cum for you. You’re so good with your mouth. Gonna fill that slutty mouth with my cum.” 

Natasha muttered out and with a few more thrusts, she came with a silent moan. You felt the fake cum fill your mouth and hastily swallowed everything. 

You looked up and watched as your girlfriend’s head flew back and her eyes fluttered shut, the hands on your head were shaking as she was overcome with bliss. 

When the Russian relaxed, she yanked you off of her cock, reveling in the coughs that followed after the action.

She smirked in satisfaction. The thought of your throat being sore tomorrow from her cock had Natasha eager to fuck you, and that’s exactly what she planned on doing. 

“You look so pretty like this, honey. Covered in spit, cum, and tears like a dumb whore. Open.”

You opened your mouth at Natasha’s command. She gripped your jaw and spit into your mouth, wiping away a few drops of cum that you failed to swallow.

“Swallow, strip, and get on all fours. Face down and ass up, baby.” 

You immediately swallowed and stood up. You tore your clothing off at lightning speed before practically jumping onto the bed in excitement. Natasha let out a dark chuckle as you did so.

“Oh, I wouldn’t be too excited, slut. I’m gonna destroy this sweet pussy.” 

You closed your eyes and shuttered as Natasha teasingly rubbed the strap against your slit. 

“Please, mommy. Please fuck me with your cock.” You begged, but you quickly learned that was a bad move, when Natasha’s hand landed a hard smack against your ass. 

She spanked you a few more times, her blows getting harder as she continued. By the time she was finished, you were shuddering and crying as she rubbed the red skin. 

“Whores don’t get to beg. You take what mommy gives you and deal with it. Understood?” 

You nodded against the bed, your face buried into the mattress. You made sure to mumble a ‘yes mommy’ to avoid more spanks. 

Suddenly, all the air was knocked out of your lungs when Natasha slammed the cock deep into your entrance. 

Her hands gripped your waist tightly as she set off with a brutal pace. The sounds of skin slapping and your whorish moans resounded throughout the bedroom. 

“Fuck, baby. No matter how many times I stretch out this pussy with my big cock, you’re still so tight. Such a cockwhore.” 

Natasha grunted out as she continued her relentless thrusting. You were practically bouncing on her dick from the force of her thrusts. 

“Your cockwhore, mommy.” You turned your head to the side, your cheek pressed against the plush mattress, as you tried to catch your breath. 

Natasha gripped the base of your neck and yanked you up, your back flush against her chest. Her grip was tight as she rutted into you. 

“My cockwhore? That’s right, you’re my little slut, nothing but a hole for mommy to fuck. Isn’t that right, princess?” 

You were panting, feeling lightheaded from the slight restriction she provided to your airways. 

“Yes! Yes, mommy. All my holes are yours to fuck. Only yours.” 

You were completely overtaken by the pleasure. She continued to ram the strap into your pussy and the squelching sounds turned you on even more.

“Cum on mommy’s cock, whore. Let everyone know that I’m the only one who can make you feel this good.” 

Natasha’s other hand reached around to rub tight circles onto your clit, the speed of her thrusts increasing until you came around her cock with a loud scream of her name, ‘mommy,’ and some other words the redhead couldn’t understand. 

You breathed heavily as Natasha let go of your throat. You didn’t even have the strength to catch yourself. You just let your upper body fall onto the bed as Natasha gripped your hips again, keeping your lower half up for her dick. 

Natasha continued pounding into you. She was sweating from the effort it took, but she didn’t care. She’d continue to fuck you, even if it was the last thing she’d ever do. 

She admired the way your ass would bounce against her pelvis each time she bottomed out. She loved the redness of your skin, her handprints clearly visible from her slaps. 

One of her hands slid up your spine, absolutely loving the way your back was arched, taking every inch of the cock desperately. 

You winced as her fingernails dug into the skin of your back, scratching down your back. That was definitely going to leave behind some marks, not that you cared anyway. 

You loved when Natasha would leave marks on your body. It was as if she was claiming you. She wanted everyone to know that she owned you and that was a huge turn-on. 

“Your pussy is so desperate for mommy. I wish you could see how beautiful my cock looks inside of you, moya lyubov (my love).” 

You whined when Natasha slapped your ass each time she thrust into you. The pain was nothing compared to the pleasure. So, your squeals turned into moans. 

It didn’t take long for you to fall over the edge again. You let out an animalistic scream as you came. Your entire body froze and you swear you stopped breathing for a second as you succumbed to the pleasure. 

Natasha’s thrusts slowed and you let out a sigh of relief. You thought she was done, but oh, you were so fucking wrong. 

The redhead picked you up and flipped you onto your back, her cock still inside of you. She began to fuck you once more, and you looked up at her pleadingly.

“Mommy, I- I can’t take anymore. Please stop.” You begged your girlfriend, but she didn’t listen. She continued to thrust into you roughly, one of her hands coming up and wrapping around your throat. 

“You can and you will. Didn’t you say you were mommy’s cockwhore? And you’re begging me to stop fucking you? You’re pathetic.”

Natasha’s thrusts slowed, but they were still rough as she pounded into you. She was hitting all of your sweet spots with precision, her other hand finding its way to your hip.

You were extremely sensitive at this point. Each thrust had you twitching and wincing slightly. It had become too much, but you wanted to please her so bad, so you gave in. 

Natasha’s eyes lit up when she saw the bulge of her dick prodding through your stomach. She loved how deeply she could fuck you; it was exhilarating. 

“Mommy’s cock is so deep inside your pussy, honey.” The redhead growled out as the hand on your hip traveled up your body. She moaned as she felt the bulge of her dick in your stomach. It drove her wild and she was desperate to have you cumming against her again.

“Mommy’s gonna fill your pussy up with her cum. Gonna make you my little cumdump.” 

Natasha grunted as her hand reached down and rubbed your clit quickly. Your eyes shut open, your knuckles turning white as you gripped the sheets tightly. You were biting your lips so hard that you wouldn’t be surprised if you drew blood. 

“Come on, honey. Coat mommy’s cock with your cum.” Natasha leaned down, still thrusting into you as she whispered filthily into your ear. 

Your vision blurred as you came. You were so exhausted that you couldn’t bring yourself to scream as you hit euphoria. Your back rose off of the mattress, your neck straining from the angle. 

The feeling of warm cum filling you up had you shuttering below the redhead. Natasha kept thrusting into you, pushing more of the cum deep inside of your pussy. 

You whined when Natasha pulled the strap out of your cunt, the sound of your wetness filling the room. The redhead threw the strap to some spot in the room, reminding herself to clean it later. 

You stared up at your girlfriend through glossy eyes as she hovered over you. Natasha licked some of the drool that had escaped your lips with the tip of her tongue and moaned. 

She stared down at you with a cocky smirk. You were completely fucked out, your body drenched in sweat as your hair clung to your forehead. 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“I told you I’d fuck you till you begged me to stop.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

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we need some mediocre nat fluff now to hear us from that stab in the heart fic

gotchu baby

content warnings: nsfw i sprinkled in some porn so, as usual peak mediocrity

she brings white claw to meet ur friends<3 and youre like i set a low bar for you and youre playing limbo with it. and yet ur friends are like so impressed by her because shes an avenger and she just smirks at you over the table

you ask her why she doesnt speak russian to you regularly and shes like well u dont speak clown to me regularly? and u whack her stomach but she just pulls u in for a hug and ur like ur so annoying but u kiss her anyway

when u go for a walk w her through the park and u see an ice cream truck ur like go buy us a cone and shes like wtf why dont U buy it bitch and ur like u wear the strap, u pay the bill

shes just like :| but goes and pays for it anyway but before u can even take a bite of it, she eats the whole thing and shes like yeah look i need the energy, i burn so much of it putting up w ur ass

you rolling ur eyes: you love putting my ass up

nat: very true<3

sometimes u take naps in her office and she comes in and wakes u up and is like come eat me out under my table and ur like ??? u didnt even say hi bro tf but like ur a slut so yeah

sometimes u show up to bring her lunch so she makes a joke about how its reciprocal: she eats something and u eat something

when halloween rolls around and they have those fake decorations, u buy a bag of spiders and u find her at the gym and u throw them at her and ur like "for halloween im you, i attack people with my spider bullshit" she gets u in the ring and slams you on ur back and ur like "i still dont regret doing that" and she sits on your waist, straddling u and rolls her eyes but shes smiling fondly down at u and she kisses u and then grabs ur face and says Get the fuck out. and youre like no<3 and she says And stop visiting me at work. and youre like No<3

nat and her cock gag<3 when u dont stop irritating her she tells u to open up baby, spits in ur mouth, shoves it in, and pats ur cheek twice, says ur so much more bearable like this

when ur nice to her she'll let u braid her hair so she'll sit cross legged on the floor while netflix is on and u play w her hair and sometimes you'll yank her head back by the braid for a kiss and she doesn't say anything about it until it comes time for a spank lmao she counted.

she will show up at ur job too, hand u a wrap or a sandwich she bought for like $3 and then talk u into making out in her car or in a storage closet, every time u leave the other hanging -- either ur break is over or she has to go or smth

u send her memes about being a boomer and she says shut up and ur like ok cradle robber. she says u like me w a cane. u tell her ur looking at her respectfully bc u always respect ur elders. she dresses up as steve for Halloween and tells u its because shes dressing her age. and by steve i mean she just wears a tight shirt and flexes all the time. u have no complaints

at the pool she pushes u in and ur like I'm drowning i need mouth to mouth and she obliges because she saves lives u know<3

ok soft gfs sometimes when shes out of the country you'll call her and ur sleepy bc its weird timezones and ur like pls be safe. come back soon. and nats like side eying her coworkers bc they cannot see her emote like this so shes like "um yes i like mac n cheese" and ur like "and thats i love you in repressed russian spy right?" and shes turning around to face a wall and smiling and going "yes it is" and when she comes home u hand her a microwave mac n cheese and she kisses u at the door and u tell her so sweetly that shes washing all the dishes from the past week bc she cannot skimp out on chores and shes like sure ok but i have a lot of laundry for u to do:) don't get stuck again. Or do. i don't mind

inspired by tiktok for ur anniversary u both agree not to buy each other gifts but ur bored one day and make a macaroni frame and u put in a picture of u both and ur like Sike i got a gift for u <3 and shes panic buying shit like brand name clothes, make up, a brand new sex toy, and ur like ......nat i literally just got u this.

shes so unimpressed she says shes going to return everything u don't deserve ANYTHING but she lets u kiss her jaw and her cheek and her lips and u tell her thank u baby and ur like :) ily and shes like ok fine.

mediocre nat is really just a simp ngl

*Y/N getting a tour of the Avenger Compound*

Natasha: There are so many rooms in this building you will inevitably get lost, but don't worry the only one you'll need to know is down the hall. You'll be spending most of your time in there anyways.

Y/N: *Curious* Oh, what room is at the end of the hall?

Natasha: My bedroom.

Y/N: Oh.

Y/N: Oh.

All Too Well

College!Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Word Count: 5K

A/N: Happy Birthday @reminiscingtonight. You’re the best, I hope you have a year as awesome as you. Despite the title, this is all fluff. I hope you like it!

Sophomore year of college was not going to plan. It hadn’t even started yet. You’d made the choice not to apply for dorms. Instead, you’d made plans with your two best friends from freshman freshman. The three of you had been inseparable for two semesters, and it made perfect sense to rent an off campus house together.

As the summer went on, it started to feel like you were the only one in the group still excited for the experience of living together. You found yourself sending links for potential houses into the group chat, only to be left on read.

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she thinks she’s funny 😐

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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| natasha x fem!reader |  part one, two, three, four, five, six, seven |

summary: She’ll find you. She’ll find you. She’ll find you. She’ll–

warnings: r being completely batshit insane AGAIN lol, FLUFF FINALLY : rated [T]

a/n: god im over it now i just wan them 2 be happy

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Someone Who Answers

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: A small drabble where the Reader calls Natasha in the middle of the night.

Words: 600

You weren’t sure how long it had been since someone had answered your calls or texts.

It wasn’t like you didn’t have any friends. You had plenty. They were just busy with family, and life, and work. You were happy for them. Truly. You just wanted to talk to someone. You needed someone. And they left you with no one.

No one, except for Natasha Romanoff.

Even though you had her number in your phone, even though she said, all those years ago when she’d met you during some secret operation, that you could call her at any time, you had never done anything more than glance at the number. After all, Natasha was a very, very important woman. She had better things to do. Like save the world, or kill corrupt politicians, or clean her guns, or whatever the hell the Black Widow did in her free time.

You did everything you could to not call. You went through every possible excuse. She was working, she was saving the world, she was with a friend, she was practicing martial arts. All of them fell flat when, in the middle of the night, you found yourself aching for connection, however slight.

So, despite everything, you pulled your phone out, found the number, and pressed “Call.”

The second you pressed the button, you regretted it. Your heart felt to the pit of your stomach, your breath quickened, and your palms turned sweaty. The phone rang once. You pulled the phone away, preparing to hang up. The phone rang twice. You stared at the screen, waiting for something. You weren’t sure what for. Nothing happened, you didn’t get any signal, so you reached for the “End Call” button. But before you could press the button, a voice interrupted you:

“How did you get this number?”

You instantly brought the phone back up to your ear, a smile breaking free onto your lips. Oh, how amazing it was to hear someone speaking to you. Even if said person seemed less than enthused.

You took in a deep breath and forced the words out, “You gave it to me.”

“Oh,” Natasha said, and the harshness faded from her voice. “The humanities consultant for the Paris mission.”

“Uh, yes,” you said. You barely understood what had happened. All you could remember was that you were brought into this tiny room, sat down with Natasha, and she had you tell her about a remote, cut-off culture just East of Paris. Those twenty minutes were the highlight of your career. “Sorry I called you. It’s really late.”

“I’m in Cyprus,” Natasha said, and you hummed. It was a waste even wondering why she was on the other side of the world. You’d never learn, anyway.

“Good morning, then.”

“Thank you,” she said, then a few moments later asked, “Why did you call? Do you need something?”

“No, I’m fine,” you said. After a few breaths, you mustered up the courage to say, “I just wanted to talk.”

There was a pause on the other end. You thought she had hung up or simply couldn’t bother responding, but she ended up saying, “I’m free for the next hour. We can talk.”

And that was exactly what you did. It felt amazing. Not only to talk to someone, but to talk to someone who seemed so full of stories and complexities as Natasha was amazing. Sure, some of the stories veered on the edge of being dark or unbelievable, but that didn’t bother you. You had known what you were getting into when you started to talk to her.