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gayerthanevertbh · 2 years

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sit and look pretty

kinktober day: one

summary: your stepmother, natasha, comes inside your room and fucks you hard while your mother is next door.

warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI dark!stepmom!nat, innocent!reader, rough smut, lost of virginity (r receiving), daddy kink, innocent kink, petnames, dirty talking, oral sex, fingerfucking, pervy!natasha, and natasha being a meanie in this one-shot.

notes: i will do one request tomorrow so i hope you enjoy this one! it’s mildly creepy but, you know, natasha...

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“How’s Y/n to you?”

This conversation of “How’s Y/n to you” has never occurred in their relationship. Ever since the redhead met you, she was instantly pleased with your presence and sweetness. She treated you as if you were her child, nothing more. But recently when you turned eighteen, something changed in the atmosphere. It’s like when the minute you blew the candles, her heart changed. Her breathing pace changed. She saw you as… something else that she cannot describe.

She cries to herself every night whenever she thinks about your pretty frail body, clinging to your stuffed bunny.

“What do you mean?” Natasha responded quietly in the air, flipping through the pages of her book that she was barely reading.

“You know how my daughter is, Nat.”

You were an eighteen-year-old child who still likes the idea of being innocent or staying harmless for that matter. You don’t like the image of ruining yourself until you no longer recognize what you are doing. It’s something Wanda adores about you, something she can appreciate since she doesn’t have to worry about you doing dangerous things in life. Natasha didn’t mind about it at first, and now it has gotten into her that she loves it when you’re innocent way too much. Sometimes, when she’s alone, her eyes would be roaming on your body, and how you would slightly jump at a sound or a wind that flushes your face. It makes her evil and despite her knowing you for the longest time, both of you knew that neither of you is related. So it made a better sense for her to like you more.

“She hasn’t done anything wrong,” she said.

“Peter has been hanging out with her a lot,” Wanda lays on her wife’s chest as she trails her fingers up on her arm, rubbing softly. Natasha closes her eyes at the memory of the boy holding your hand, smiling when you were hugging your stuffed bunny. “I think this is good for her, you know?”

Natasha couldn’t help but whisper: “Peter seems like he wants to do something to her.”

“What makes you say that?” she asked with interest; the redhead shrugs her shoulders instead. “No, tell me. Why are you saying that?”

“I don’t know,” she only sighs, closing her eyes once more. God, she wished that she would have never brought it up. But numerous images of you taking her strap-on was something she could not let go of. She clung to her wife tightly. “He seems like a nice boy, I’m sure he is. But Y/n is too fragile to be in a relationship.”

“But this is something we both wanted for our daughter, right?” No. I don’t want that. “Come on, baby, why won’t you just give him a chance? He has a pretty face.”

Even though a pretty face can be deceiving, you never know a man’s actions. You just don’t know what comes out next.

Natasha looks down at Wanda and takes a silence. She thinks about Peter, holding your hand, and bringing it to his lips. The idea of her hands curling into fists comes into her mind and all she wants to do now is to swoosh a punch on his pretty fucking face. She would say: Leave her alone! She’s mine! But that’s only a dream and a string of hope. No way it would happen.

Unless she makes her first move on her little girl.

Can she?

There’s another idea in her head that pops up, and this makes her stomach churn into knots. Her night would be obliterated.

“Go to sleep baby.” she whispers to her wife’s head as she kisses it softly, bringing her closer to her body until Wanda falls into her slumber. And once she does, the redhead slips out of the bed carefully and leaves the room with the door shutting very quietly. She pushes her newly dyed brown hair on her head and knocks on your door room.

She comes inside only to see you curled up in your bed in the tiniest cotton shorts, along with a navy blue spaghetti strapped tank top. She was aroused by the beautiful sight. All the things I could do to you right now, little girl. You don’t have any idea what I’m about to do.

“You sleepin’?” she asked, standing close to you. You shook your head and gave her a sheepish smile, making Natasha smile as well. “How’s my little girl doing?”

“She’s doing okay.” you murmur, kissing your stuffed bunny's head. Something about you kissing the toy’s head made Natasha think of the filthiest stuff that a woman could ever imagine. She tries her best not to touch your face. Or your arm. Or that naked leg of yours. She lets out a shuddering laugh, hoping that it wasn’t noticeable.

“That’s good, baby,” she whispers, smiling meekly down at you. “That’s good.”

“What are you doing here, Natty?” you entreated, ruffling your legs into the soft cotton white sheets underneath you that made your skin feel soft and not irritable.

“I’m just checking up on my girl, that’s all.”

You sat up slowly and placed your bunny in between your thighs, almost spreading your legs in general. But she liked the sight of it; she wants to touch your thighs and feel your soft skin against her rough hands.

“Have you drank your milk?” she asked with a deeper voice, you could hear how she was stuttering her words out. You smiled meekly and nodded. She licks her lips and sits down on the edge of the bed, her fingers pushing the strand of hair away from your face. She whispers, “You know, you’re always so good to your mommy. And I’m proud of what you’ve become.”

“R-really?” your eyes brighten from the sudden compliments. The redhead nods frantically, lowering her hand down to your jaw as she gently touches you. Of course, you didn’t mind it at first, but then something felt weird when she touched you. You can’t explain it.

“Yes,” she said. “I’m proud of my little girl. But there’s one thing that I want you to do, are you willing to do it?”

“It’s kind of late, Natty…”

“Are you tired?” she asked, you felt like she was being pushy, but you didn’t mind. You don’t know why you never mind about it. So you shake your head – she gives you a small grin. “Are you going to freak out when I say I want to kiss you?”

You furrowed your eyebrows and felt this deep weight in your heart. Your skin tingles, just as much as your perky ears. You looked at her for assurance and you wish to not look at her again; her eyes were darker now – her hand was on your inner thigh, touching you slightly. Gently. You were irresistible to her, there was nothing she could do but imagine kissing you on the lips as she takes your virginity instead.

“But isn’t that wrong, Natty?” you manage to speak, but your voice is high-pitched. Light. She shakes her head when you start to whimper and cups both of your cheeks, pulling you closer to her. “Natty, I don’t think this is right.”

“Aren’t you my good girl?” she coos, edging you to her wildest fantasies. You accidentally trapped her hand between your thighs, chanting sorry over and over again until you felt her lips on yours; you stopped moving. You stopped whatever you were thinking and let her mouth devour yours. It’s almost unreal, but you take it like the good girl you were for her. You tried pulling away from her wet subtle lips, but her hands on your waist kept you in place – generally, she’s telling you to stay put.

This was wrong, very utterly and dangerously wrong.

But your head screams Natasha, Natasha, my Natasha. My Natty bear.

“You have the softest lips from a little girl,” her voice sounds rough. Possessive. Yet you’re here sitting like a whore for her to take. She trails her hands upper to your tank top until she hears your mewls. “My baby, it’s okay. This isn’t wrong… I just want to touch you.”

“B-But–”

“Please baby…” she pleads with a whimper, kissing your cheekbones. “You’re my good little bunny, right? Come on, let me touch you.”

She presses her pelvis against yours until your head is met with pillows under you. Natasha towers over you as she attacks your lips again, this time groaning from the taste you both shared. You honestly couldn’t lie when her lips were sweet, vile, and delicious. You wanted her to touch you with her calloused hands, those big hands whenever she fucked your mother. If you must admit now, you want her to be yours. She places her hand on your right breast and squeezes it while kissing your lips, almost smearing her saliva all over your mouth.

“Oh my sweet bunny,” she lets out a loud moan that makes you feel obedient. She continues to touch you, like really touch you. “Gonna make your pretty head all fussy, that’s all I want to do. Let me fuck you, little one.”

“Will you be gentle with me?” you asked while fluttering your eyes shut when her thumb pressed against the cloth of your panties, you never notice that your shorts were already discarded on the floor. She removed her sweatpants and you could see she was wearing crimson loose boxers for girls.

“Of course,” she smiles down at you, kissing your entire face full of desperation that is roaring out of her body. “Just be a good girl for me, okay? If you want, you can hug Mr. Snuggles while I eat your sweet tiny pussy.”

“My…” your words trailed out, swallowing thickly down your throat. “My pussy?”

Natasha was already nearing your pink silk panties when she heard you say pussy. It greatly turned her on that she could feel her own cunt beating; almost pulsating at a fast pace. She nods and kisses below your stomach, bunching up your tank top. You reach for your bunny and hug it tightly, the fear and pleasure wavering through your veins. Something like this makes you wet, but also terrifying. But you kept your mouth shut instead and let her assault your body.

“Your pussy smells so good,” she lets out a particularly loud moan that bounces against the walls of your room, shushing her when your mother was by the next door. “It’s okay baby, she’s very knocked out. Spread your legs for me… c’mon.”

“I-I’m scared…”

“Don’t be baby,” she hooks her fingers to the hem of your panties and drags them down in an excruciating slow matter, kissing your outer left thigh. “Oh, that’s a beautiful little pussy right there, all mine to take…”

You love the idea of her being possessive over you. As if you belonged to her and never to your mother. There’s this small imagination in your head that she’s fucking you in her closet while Wanda is just by the corner, working on her papers. You want Natasha to bite your neck as she groans out your name, pumping her fingers inside of you at a harsh pace.

“Bite on Mr. Snuggles if it hurts, okay baby?” you nodded as she told you in a cooing voice, massaging your inner thighs as she looked down at your cunt. “My god, you aren’t shaved. It’s okay, my bunny. I love pure girls like you, I’ll shave this pussy my own and mark it as mine.”

There was no harm in that, right?

“No one has ever touched me down there.” you blurted out in bliss as your chest heaved. She lets out a bitter, coerced laugh and gives your pelvis an open-mouth kiss.

“Call me Daddy baby.”

“Huh–”

A sharp slap came into contact with your inner right thigh, you let out a small ah! As she massages the pain, her eyes never leave you.

She growls. “I said,” another slap came and you shut your eyes tight; whimpering in pain. “Call me Daddy. Little girls need a Daddy, right? So call me that.”

“O-Okay, Daddy.”

“Mmph,” she licks her lips once more and brings her finger to your folds, playing with your clit. You arch your back in the sudden touch, moaning like a bitch in heat. “Oh, Daddy! D-Don’t touch me like that…”

“But I want to touch you, sweet girl,” she clicks her teeth with her tongue and leans down to press a soft kiss on your clit, inhaling your sweetness. She mumbles, “My beautiful little pussy, you want to lick your candy up? Hm?”

“Yes Daddy,” you wipe your mouth with her hand, noticing that you were drooling like a puppy. But you were her kitten, she calls you kitty sometimes. “D-Daddy, please lick me…”

“Don’t tell Daddy what to do,” she harshly says, opening your folds up as she gasps quietly from the sight. You were pouring down for her, and your hole was tight – which she knew already. She couldn’t help but let out a guttural groan, “Oh my god, your pussy is so beautiful. I’m gonna fucking lick this all up…”

You hold your bunny tight to your chest as she kisses your cunt, licking and twirling her tongue all over your wet folds. The redhead closes her eyes from the immense taste that was seeping out of your home, she couldn’t wait but to slip her two fingers inside of you as you scream her name. Ah, Daddy! It’s burning up! That’s what exactly she wants to hear from your pretty little mouth, she slightly smirks to herself while eating you out from the brothel.

“O-oh my,” you pant loudly, roaming your hand through her soft short hair as you slowly grind on her face. “D-Daddy, you’re doing too much! I can’t take it… it feels so good!”

She spits into your hole and teases it slightly with the tip of her fingers, kind of examining what’s in there or not. She wonders to herself how undeniably tight you’re going to be; she could feel it already. Natasha whispers with a growl, “You’re going to be my little bunny slut? Hm?”

You nodded in a whimpering mess, she smiles with her teeth as she lifts herself up to kiss your lips – slipping her tongue inside of your mouth as you both moan at how good you tasted. She kisses you harder as if she’s eating your whole face as you part your legs wider for the woman, not giving a damn whether your mother comes in the room and sees Daddy fucking her sweet bunny.

“You’re so adorable,” Natasha says to you as she makes circular motions onto your hole, shushing you when you start to whimper loudly in the air. “Shh baby, shh… it’s okay. You’re so cute, the cutest little baby in the world! Hold Mr. Snuggles, okay? This is going to hurt…”

“H-Hurt?” fear flashes through your eyes as your throat feels parched when she said hurt. She only gives you a pout and kisses you hard for reassurance, whispering: “I’m not going to hurt you, little girl. Jus’ take Daddy, okay? Take Daddy’s fingers…”

She gropes your breast while her other hand is on your cunt, touching you softly while smiling down at you. This was cute to her, especially when you’re all vulnerable and bare – your mouth slightly open as her fingers touch your tight hole once more. She gives it a few minutes before pushing inside of you slowly, earning a shriek from your mouth which she quickly covers with her rough hand; pushing you down against the pillows.

“Baby, shh!” she looks down at you with furrowed eyebrows, not halting any time soon. You look down at your body and see her fingers trying to push more inside of you, turning you on even more. “Don’t tell Mommy about this, okay? This will be our pretty little secret, come on… don’t scream. I’m gonna fuck you so hard.”

When she finally fills you up with her fingers, she lets out an exaggerated sob into your ear as you clench around her. Natasha kisses your earlobe, her hips grinding against yours for friction. The feeling of your wet cunt around her fingers makes her crazy, insane, and highly a perverted woman who is eating out her wife’s daughter. That’s what she is to you, the only thing that she’ll ever be to you – and you didn’t mind the facts. You try to look at her eyes but her head was buried into your neck, so you held your bunny tighter on your chest, hoping that she’ll pull out and push in again.

“D-Daddy,” you whisper with tears in your eyes, sniffling. “Please move, take me!”

“Shh, baby please…” she coaxed, kissing your bare chest and pushing up your breasts together. Natasha chuckles lightly when your bunny’s ears were covering your cleavage. “Let go of Mr. Snuggles, baby. Let Daddy play with you now, you don’t need him anymore.”

You wanted to say no but you were so caught up that you didn’t notice Natasha throwing your stuffed bunny across the room, hearing a little thud! From a distance. You tried lifting yourself up but she pushes you back down again with her hand on your neck, grunting each time you move underneath her. “Daddy, it hurts! I-It really hurts, I don’t know if I can take it…”

“You will,” she whispers as she pulls out again, giving a few strokes to your cunt with her wet hand. “For me baby, okay? Just breathe through your nose.” she pushes again and lets out a loud moan into your ear, curling her fingers as you feel your entire body bolted with pleasure. “That’s it, fuck! That’s my good little bunny, take all my fingers… Mmph, you’re so beautiful and so cute.”

You do what she has told you and breathe through your nose, taking everything that she is giving to your cunt. You could only hear wet and squelching noises, making your walls clench tightly around her fingers – unable to move. She only groans at this movement, and decides to keep going with harsh snappy thrusts that make the bed rattle against the wall, but very quietly. And with the shake from your bed, she grunts and whispers in your ear, telling you how much of a slut you are for her, as you bite your lip down hard to not let out a loud whimper to wake up your mother.

“I’m gonna fucking keep your cute panties,” she whispers down at you with her forehead against yours. “And I’ll touch myself every night just thinking about you, not your mother. Mommy doesn’t turn me in the way you do, bunny… she doesn’t anymore. You do. Just keep yourself for me and never let a man touch you, okay? –Argh, fuck! – Oh god, I think I’m getting close…”

She gives three hard thrusts before you say: “Daddy, you’re going too fast! I-I can’t keep up, I feel something weird down there…”

“What is it, baby? Are you going to cum? Oh, I think you’re going to cum. Shh, let me go down little girl, I need to eat your cum.”

“But–”

She pulls away from your body and goes down on you immediately, pushing your legs up all the way to your chest as she gives a long lick on your folds; her tongue flicking on your clit furiously while pumping two fingers inside of your tight wet hole with force. You could feel your lower belly churning as you feel something weird and sensitive, you only began to realize that you need to pee. So you tell her, “Daddy, I think I’m gonna pee. L-Let me up, I need to pee!”

“You’re not going to pee,” she chuckled, eating your little loose hole with her mouth and tongue – pushing your legs once more. “I promise bunny, you’re not going to pee. Jus’ let it out, let it all out for Daddy…”

Your pathetic whimpers begin to come louder as you arch your back, your legs trembling from the shot of pleasure running through your veins, as your eyes close tight. Natasha continues to assault your hole with her mouth on your clit, watching you shake beneath her. You screamed her name, “Daddy!” as you clench around her fingers. Your body began to deflate and fell against the mattress with your heaving bare chest.

She gives one more kiss to your cunt and lifts herself up once more, laying down beside you and pulling you close to her body, kissing your face. “You did so well for me, my little bunny. You came all over Daddy’s fingers.”

You watch her lick all of your thick white cum as she moans with her eyes closed, lapping all of the excesses that came from your cunt with a deep groan coming from her throat. As soon as she was done, she leans down and kisses your lips, you could taste your own cum in her mouth.

“Are you going to tell Mommy about us, baby?” she asked, testing you out.

You shake your head, smiling shyly at her. “N-No, I won’t. I’ll be a good girl and keep my mouth shut, Daddy.”

“That’s my good girl,” she whispers as she pushes away the strands of your hair from your face, admiring your tired beauty. With the baby features that make you look beautiful, Natasha couldn’t help but cradle your head against her chest, whispering down at you. “Your Daddy loves you, okay? She loves you so much, that’s why I did this to you baby. And we will keep doing it from now on, m’kay?”

“Okay, Daddy…” you yawned, and your heavy eyes started to flutter close.

“Good.”

You walk out of the patio door with the blue polka dot dress on its prints that your mother bought for you, as you reach for Peter’s hand. He said that he was going to bring you two to the movies and you were thrilled, the memory of you walking to your parents’ bedroom as you asked for permission to go out with the boy. Your mother was happy about it and gave you fifty bucks for the movie, while your stepmother was not pleased with herself. You could see her eyebrows furrowing and her arms crossed tightly so that you could see her muscles coming out.

But you didn’t really care much, you were just so excited to go to the movies with your best friend.

“Natty!” you called out for her name as she was leaning against the doorway, smiling softly at you when you wrap your arms around her neck. As soon as you are about to pull away, she holds you close and whispers against your ear with a shrilling feeling down your spine.

“When you come home, I’m gonna fucking punish you and take you away from this town.”

You looked at the side of her face and gulped in fright. What was she trying to say? She’s going to take you away from your Mother? That’s not possible!

“W-What are you talking about?”

She pulls you to the corner of the room so Peter couldn’t see you both and groped your ass, pushing you against the wall while pinning both of her hands on either side of your head, you could see how angry she was. You never meant to make her that angry.

“Do you want me to hurt you?” she asked, her hand gripping your throat tight. “Hm? Do you want me to rip up your panties and fuck you here?”

“Peter is a friend, Natasha!”

“Don’t use that tone with me!” she yells quietly, looking on either side of the house to see if anybody has heard her scolding you. Then, she looks back and licks her lips, not knowing what to do with your bratty attitude.

You were whimpering, asking her to calm down, but she wasn’t. She was far from calming down. “You’re making Daddy very angry, and you don’t like it when I’m angry, because I will fucking hurt you. And you’re it’s not going to be pretty. So I’ll let you go out with him, have fun and shit. But when you come back, I expect you to be in your bed while I have your ass whipped. Do you understand me, slut?”

She never used that type of vulgar word before, yet you don’t seem to care. What scares you the most is that she has this power over you, and you don’t have anyone to run to. Not even your mother. So you nodded and she lets you go, dusting your dress with her hand.

“I would hate to ruin that dress anyway,” she laughs to herself, kissing your forehead. “Can’t wait to take you away from here, we’ll be together forever. Don’t you want that?”

She was coaxing you.

“I-I do want that, Daddy.”

She holds you close and pecks on the top of your head, appreciating the minty smell that you used. “Good. Come home soon, okay?”

You left the house with Peter, not knowing that Natasha has blackmailed Wanda into going on a business trip, so that she could take you away from New York and move to another state, or country. You never really know about her, she could do anything for you. And you’d just sit pretty with Mr. Snuggles on your lap.

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xqueen-of-disasterx · 1 year

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You can be the boss

Natasha RomanoffxFemale!OC

TW: Toxic!Nat, Mob violence, torture, manipulation, Smut at the end, bad grammar and spelling errors, Natasha speaking Russian

!Disclaimer English is not first language so please excuse any spelling or grammar errors!

Word count: 1.7k

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The dark streets of the city I called home and dangerous, especially as a women like me. I made my way into one of the many bars of the city. The air was smoky and the lights dim, I was being completely honest, I didn't knew what I was doing there. Maybe it was because my family kept telling me to finally get a boyfriend. Of course I didn't like the thought of having a men in my live. I was an independent women who doesn't anyone telling me what to do and what to don't . But my stuck up family didn't get that.

I was sitting alone at the bar slowly taking sips of my beer. When suddenly the door of the bar swung open. Suddenly the crowd went silent, so silent you could've heard a needle drop. All of it just because a woman came in, she walked through the bar a group of four tall guys following her. Slowly the people started conversations again and I was utterly confused. Hardly a couple of minutes went by until I felt the mysterious women next to me.

"Hey there, pretty girl. Is that seat taken?" she asked pointing to the bar stool next to me. "Uhm, no. It's uhm free" I was beyond nervous and I didn't even know why. The women now sitting next to was wearing a withe blouse neatly tugged in her her dress pants.

"Can I buy you a drink, pretty girl" Her green piercing eyes looked in mine. Only now I saw the beauty of her face which was before hidden by her hat. I could only nod I was to stunned to speak. I watched as she orders for two vodkas for the both of us. "Tell me, what is your name?" I couldn't even look her in the eyes anymore. My fear of staring at her like an Idiot was too big. "Betty Carter" I mumbled "Such a pretty name, for such a pretty girl." She said probably more to herself than to me. She was caressing my cheek lifting my cheek until I was looking at her. "I'm Natasha Romanoff, but you can call me Nat."

I could feel my cheeks heat up under her touch "Thank you, Nat" She laughs as she grabs the shot in front of her and drinking it. We talked what seemed like hours I told her all about my job as a teacher, while she listened laughing now and than. She didn't give me a lot about her job except that she was a business women.

"I'll have to say, Betty you are really cute" she bit her red painted lips before she leaned down whispering in my ear "Would like to take you some where more private. So we can talk better" I nodded as if I suddenly lost the ability to speak. She grabbed my arm before leading me too an door with the words private painted big on it. She pushed the door open.

It revealed a smaller room filled with the disgusting smoke of cigarettes and people drinking or playing Poker. The moment Natasha stepped into the room one of the guys was already standing next to her. I recognize him, he already accompanied her when she first arrived. He was fairly good looking, dark short hair, grey eyes, a neatly trimmed beard. You could say every women's dream, except mine.

"Is everything to your liking, Miss Romanoff?" Natasha walked over to a table, me and him following. "Yes Bucky, everything is good" we were now standing in front of a table with even more mysterious men sitting around it. "So Betty, these are Bucky, Pietro, Sam, and Steve. They are my employees. Guys this is Betty, she's our guest tonight so be nice to her." Natasha smiled, but not the kind of smile which was warm and generous. This had this treat to it. I slowly started to realise how dangerous the women.

I was sitting next to her while she played poker. Every now and then she would place her hand on the inside of my thighs. Hours of flirting and touching went by until a woman rushed into the room making Natasha jump up. "Yelena what are you doing here" The blond women was out of breath as if she had just run for weeks. "We got him, Rumlow we got him"

"Bring him in" The younger woman looked utterly confused "But-" "NOW" Natasha cut her off. The fast the Yelena appeared the fast she was gone. Natasha signed before sitting back down. She looked at the men "And you guys are just goanna sit here?" No one dared to say something "GO HELP HER" she punched the table, the men were already grabbing their jackets to leave "DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU GUYS EVERHING" She was now looking at me "I'm so sorry I had to scream зайчик" She strokes my cheek it looked like all the anger disapperared from her face "But sometimes I have to do thing I don't like. Okay зайчик?"

I was terrified but I still nodded she put an arm around my shoulder pulling me close "No need to be afraid зайчик. I'm going to be protected you from all the bad in the world" She kissed my cheek and I blushed "Thank you, Nat. But I still don't understand what is happening" "Don't worry your pretty head. It's just how we make business" She held me close until her men came back through the back door. One off them had a bag over his head, he looked beaten and abused. Bucky kicked him in the knees making him fall to the floor while whimpering in pain. Natasha stood up walking towards the helpless man.

"The big bad Brock Rumlow" she laughed "Well not so big and bad now" Natasha placed her foot on his chest pushing down making him gaps for breath. I didn't know what I had just gotten myself into, I mean I was just an elementary school teacher. How could she be so cruel yet so caring. Rumlow now sitting on his knees with Natasha's gun pressed between his eyes begging for his live while laughed. I couldn't bear the sight I carefully stood up before leaving out of the door.

I couldn't believe what I just witnessed I ran until I didn't know were I was. I didn't realise that I was sitting on the pavement until I felt her presence next to me. I wanted to cry, to scream, to throw up. But I just sat there in silence while Natasha smoked on of her disgusting cigarettes.

"How did you find me" I asked my voice shaking "детски, I have my eyes everywhere this city is mine. Why did you run away from me?" I look at her terrified "You tortured a poor man right in front of me. You... You are a filthy criminal!" She looked at me with her cold gaze "He was a bad guy he killed women, men anyone for fun. He was a threat to my business you have to understand I just did justice. The police b filled with corrupt basters I'm just do justice were justice has to be done." She placed her hands under my chin making me look in her eyes. I wanted to believe her I wanted her to be that hero.

"Do you understand?" she asked me looking directly in my eyes "Yes" I said in a small voice Natasha looked my lips before pressing her lips to mine. Her lips were so warm and soft I didn't want this to end. She breaks away "You are mine, Betty. I know that you want me. You want me to do things to you that normally only a husband would do. Even if you say that you don't want my touch, you would let it happen and you would love it?" I nodded shamefully.

"I want you to know that from now one you stand under the protection of the Romanoff family." She helped me stand up and placed her expensive fur coat over my shoulders. "Lets get to my car, зайчик"

The moment I stepped into Natasha’s big mansion she had me pressed against the front door kissing me. Slipping her tongue in my mouth moaning as our tongues crashed together. She kissed down my neck smearing her lip stick on my neck. She lashes onto my neck sucking and biting down on my neck. "Nat- Natasha... no.. no marks. I have.. school on.. Monday." She smirked against my neck "Too bad it already happened" She grabbed onto my waist pulling me impossible closer. Natasha unbuttoned my blouse pushing it from my shoulders. Her hands opening my bra kissing my breaths, while I grab onto her hair.

She picks me up caring me up to her bedroom laying me on her bed. Kissing and nibbling on my boobs. I can hear how heavily she breaths "You are probably a virgin right? No one ever touched you right. You are innocent, untouched, ready to be corrupted by me right?" I let out a whorish moan before I nodded. She slapped my boob "Answer me, whore" A strangled moan broken out of my mouth "Yes I've never been touched"

She let out a low groan before moving down to pull off my skirt. The next thing I felt is how she kissed my clit through my underwear. "Please no... no teasing" I get interrupted by my own slutty moan. "Don't tell me what to do" she mumbled. Natasha ripped my underwear before lashing onto my cunt. "Fuck Nat, that I liked that pair" She liked up my cunt neglecting my clit "I can buy you a whole store if you want" her mouth send vibrations trough my body making me moan in lust. She finally played attention to my clit, sucking and kissing it. I grabbed onto her hair while letting out despired moans. She slowly pumped her finger in me. She kept hitting that special spot inside me I clenched around her desperately.

"Nat- I.." she laughed "Your close I can feel it зайчик. Come for me детски" That send me over the edge cuming on her fingers. She cleaned me up before she pulled the blanked over my naked body. She kissed my head before laying down next to me pulling me in her arms

"You're finally mine now" she mumbled to herself.

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caroldantops · 1 year

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freak in the sheets

ship: ghost!natasha romanoff x reader

summary/request: natasha misses you.

word count: 975

warnings: kinda dark? (dubcon/noncon), smut (18+), mild angst, possessive natasha (but not in a ghost possession way), marking, somnophilia, voyeurism, vaginal sex (oral and fingering, reader receiving)

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The way that your body looks in the soft glow of the moonlight should be painted and framed for the world to see. But Natasha is selfish. She'd tear it down as soon as the first patron dared lay their eyes on you.

It’s ironic, really. For a ghost to be possessive.

Though, as much as Natasha hates that you aren’t hers anymore, she’d never possess you. You aren’t even aware that her spirit is still present in the apartment. She’s kind of surprised you haven’t moved, really, after five years of her being gone.

You’ve certainly moved on in other ways, if the woman you’re sleeping naked with is any indication. It’s nice knowing that you’re not letting your mourning for her hold you back, unlike a certain super soldier she knew.

But it still hurts. If she still had bones, she’d feel the ache that deep.

Natasha could’ve revealed herself to you in some way, but she’s always been hesitant to do so. The last thing she wants is for you to be afraid or upset by her state. She already had to endure you crying over the old photos of the two of you, there was no way she would be able to handle your face cowering in fear at the sight of her.

The only time she felt brave enough to make contact with you was while you were sleeping. You rarely stirred when her cold hands touched you. Even when she did rouse you by accident, you would sleepily look around, assume it was a dream, and flop back into your pillow. All she would do is stroke your face or back gently, like she used to when she was still alive and would have those restless nights.

Tonight is different. Natasha had to sit back and watch you have slow, mediocre sex with this random person from the bar your friends dragged you to. She winced every time the woman tried to leave a hickey on your skin, satisfied to see you ask her not to mark you, making an excuse about not wanting to have to cover it up.

Deep down, you knew you still belonged to her.

Natasha was the only one who could mark you like that, biting into your supple flesh, soothing over the blossoming bruise with her tongue, taking photos of them like trophies.

She's careful not to stir either you or your new friend awake as she carefully pulls the sheet from your body. The woman next to you grumbles, making Natasha pause, but all she does is tug the sheet the rest of the way off and roll over.

"Thanks, I guess," Natasha mumbles to herself. She swallows hard at the sight of you laid out for her. It hasn't been that long since she's gotten to appreciate you like this, given the fact that you often put on a show for her with your vibrator between your legs, whether you knew it or not.

But during those times, she restrained herself and kept to sitting at the edge of the bed, admiring the way you squirmed under your own touch like you used to hers. Tonight, she spoils herself. She hesitantly lays a hand on your thigh, eyes on your face the entire time so she'll know if you start to wake up.

Your face stays content and asleep, so Natasha continues her path up, up, up your legs. Her fingers tuck slightly under the edge of your panties. She leaves them on you, not wanting to risk the shuffling, simply pushing them to the side so she can see your pussy.

"So beautiful, baby," she says to no one. You wouldn't be able to hear her unless she wanted you to, and for now, she doesn't. She just wants you to get a good night's rest.

When Natasha's tongue comes in contact with your cunt, she swears she's died again and actually gone to Heaven this time. Even though her form leaves her senses dulled, she can feel and taste enough to let her eyes shut with pleasure. You shift under her, never waking up, but she knows you must be having a lovely dream right now.

She takes her time bringing you undone. After all, she's got nowhere to be, so she might as well enjoy teasing your clit and pushing two fingers into you.

"You missed this too, yeah?" Natasha hums against your folds. "I wonder if that orgasm she gave you was even real. It was nothing compared to what I used to do to you. Missed you so fucking much. My good baby."

Your climax doesn't hit hard, but rather comes in slow waves. Natasha watches your body shudder involuntarily under her touch, almost like it can't comprehend the pleasure running through it.

She pulls back immediately when the sensations wake you up. The words that leave your lips as you sit up in bed make Natasha's no-longer-existent heart ache.

"Nat?"

She watches as you look over to your side, only to find the still sleeping woman next to you, turned with her back towards you. You sigh, squeezing your thighs together, deciding silently that it must have just been a wet dream.

You roll over on your side, tugging the blanket back towards you as you face the wall where a photo of the two of you is still hanging. Natasha drifts into the living room after you fall asleep again, refusing to let herself cry over the despondent way you called out for her.

After that night, it becomes routine for Natasha to join you in bed. Sometimes you had an occasional lover. Most of the time it was just the two of you, and she could pretend like things were at least a little normal again as she indulged herself between your thighs.

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captains-simp · 2 years

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Natasha Romanoff ~ Come Back Home

(Not my gif)

dark!Natasha X fem!Reader

Summary: you thought finally getting the chance to ask Wanda for help would save you from Natasha, but you greatly underestimated how far your girlfriend was willing to go to keep you to herself.

4.1k words

Warnings: implied suicide attempt, kind of kidnapping??, manipulation, gaslighting, isolation, domestic abuse, belt beating, somnophilia, non-con/dub-con, degrading, daddy kink, strap on use, a whole lot of emotions let me know if I missed anything

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Wanda was stirring the foam in her coffee with an unreadable expression as you sat across from her and glanced nervously between your long time friend and your own untouched drink when she cleared her throat and looked at you expectantly. You fidgeted in your seat under her firm gaze that was entirely alien to you. You hadn’t seen her in a while, 4 months to be exact, but the way she looked at you had changed drastically since you last hung out and even then you weren’t on the best terms.

“How’ve you been?” You asked with an uncomfortable smile, still struggling to meet her sharp gaze. You’d never struggled to look at her before.

“Really? You text me for the first time in four months asking to meet up and that’s all you have to say? You ignored all my texts and calls after you sent that message, quit your job and moved out of your place all out of nowhere and now you want to catch up? What the fuck happened, y/n?” Wanda demanded as she glared at you expectantly. You breathed out shakily and tried not to let yourself get too anxious from your friend’s outburst. She had every right to be mad at you, at least from what you could tell, but seeing the woman who was once your closest friend be so hostile towards you made the whole ordeal so much harder.

“I’m sorry, it’s hard to explain and I know you’re mad-”

“Fucking right I’m mad.” She spat. You shrunk in your seat and began playing with the loose threads on your sleeves. You honestly had no clue how to even begin explaining your situation to Wanda. Perhaps you could start by rolling your sleeves back to reveal the badly stitched cuts parallel on each wrist. You suspected that they had become infected.

“It’s just um…it’s been a crazy few months.” You started. Wanda raised a brow expectantly. “Nat, she-”

“Nat? You’ve been with her all this time? Jesus, y/n, I told you pursuing her was going to end badly but I never guessed that you would go so far as to abandon your whole life for her.” You could feel your heart rate start to accelerate and an all too familiar panic began to kick in.

“I didn’t plan that. Things have gotten so out of hand and now she-”

“What? She broke your heart and now you’ve come running back?” God, she had no idea how right she was.

“It’s not like that.” You tried but Wanda wasn’t listening. She was angry and it was stopping her from assessing the situation the way she usually would. Wanda used to be able to read you better than anyone. When you got anxious at parties but didn’t want to make a fuss, she made some excuse for you both to leave after just one glance your way. If someone made you uncomfortable at a bar she was ready to swoop in as the role of your girlfriend. But she was hurt at what she thought was confirmation that you had abandoned her.

You were itching to pull back your sleeves to reveal the deep scarlet stripe on both your wrists, to lift them further to expose the murky brown bruises along your forearm, maybe even to lift your shirt and present the darkening blue blemishes along your ribs. You needed something that would get her to understand because you weren’t sure you were going to get another attempt.

But you were out of time.

“You can figure out this shit on your own this time or find someone else to help you. I’m done.” Wanda said with venom deeply interlaced in her voice. As she stood up she pushed the small table forwards and straight into your already damaged rib cage. You winced but played it off enough for Wanda not to notice, or perhaps she did and simply didn’t care, and stood up after her.

“Please, Wanda. I don’t know what else to do.” You pleaded desperately as you watched your best friend leave the cafe without looking back. You thought of chasing after her; of showing her your injuries right there in the middle of the street. But she was scaring you. You couldn’t help but play that scenario out in your head without it ending with her spinning round to slap you before you could do anything. You never thought Wanda would hit you, though you never thought Nat would either and you were proved significantly wrong in that presumption.

You collapsed back down in your seat and stared blankly at the table for several minutes. The cops were out of the question. Between the amount of connections Natasha had and the growing wealth in all of her accounts, going to the police would only make things worse. Hell, they would probably escort you back to your girlfriend themselves. You had stopped entertaining the idea of running away in the first month with Natasha. She would find you.

Your eyes flickered up to the small car park just outside of the car park and immediately found Natasha’s car with the redhead sitting in the passenger seat, as though waiting to pick you up from a day out with your friends. She would always find you.

Standing up shakily, you ignored the untouched drinks on the table and made your way towards the door and headed towards the car, trying to enjoy and memorise how the glow of the sun felt upon your face. She watched you from her car, knowing she didn’t have to make a scene by dragging you back to the car herself.

You weren’t an idiot. You knew how Nat treated you was bad and that it might just keep getting worse. You knew you deserved better but there was no better option. Asking for help was a dead end and yet it still brought you right back to Natasha, as though she was going to be around every corner for the rest of your life and you didn’t want to spend it running. You didn’t want to spend it alone. Natasha was bad for you, but she might just have been all you had left. So, as you started walking towards her car, you decided that being with her was better than being on your own.

She didn’t say anything as you climbed into her pickup. She only watched as you tried not to strain your ribs too much from the awkward angle of getting into the seat and clipped your seat belt in. She scoffed at seeing how hard it was for you not to meet her gaze but continued the silence as she pulled out of the parking lot, only then opening her mouth to begin to rub salt into the wounds she derived a great deal of joy in inflicting.

“Did your little coffee date not go so well?” She pried. She had watched your entire interaction with Wanda. She saw the awkward glances, the breaking point in the tension and how you cowered under the brunette’s anger. She also saw the moment it clicked in your mind that Natasha was your only future.

“I’m sorry.” You muttered as you dropped your gaze to your lap. Any conversation you had with Natasha was a mine field with bombs concealed every two steps. Anything could (and would) set her off as she sought out any excuse to discipline you accordingly. One time she asked if you wanted to go out on a walk with her after several months locked up in the apartment. You were quick to agree with a wide eyed, hopeful look at the thought of getting a taste of freedom. Too quick. She scolded you for being ungrateful for the home she provided for you and told you you didn’t appreciate the space you had, so she locked you in the closet for two days.

“I suppose you’ve learnt your lesson yourself this time though, hmm? Won’t be meeting up with her again any time soon?” You shook your head slowly, understanding that she had seen everything. The only reason you had left the apartment and texted Wanda that day was because Natasha forgot to lock up when she went shopping. You realised now that that was entirely deliberate. Natasha had torn down any sense of free will you ever had.

“She hates me.” You admitted. You knew Natasha would forever use this as ammo against you but you couldn’t bring yourself to refrain from saying it. After all, Natasha was the only one you could turn to with your woes. “She didn’t even hear me out, like she had been waiting for this to happen. Maybe she never even cared.” You closed your eyes as a lone tear rolled steadily down your cheek, marking a path for more to follow later. You couldn’t get the image of Wanda’s fury out of your mind. She really hates me.

“Oh, detka,” Natasha cooed with sickeningly faux sympathy “it’s not that she never cared about you. She did, it's just that she’s seen sense now. She doesn’t want to help you or spare you the time of day because she knows it’s a waste of her time. You are a waste of her time and everyone else's and it’s sad it’s taken her so long to realise that. I wonder why she ever cared about you in the first place.” You sighed deeply, trembling in her passenger seat as you soaked up her words.

You thought back to what Wanda said in the cafe about a message. It was something that had clearly cut deep and a hurt she thought you had heartlessly inflicted. Natasha had taken your phone once she got you to move in with her. She had texted a lot of people what you could only assume to be comments bad enough to keep them away from you. On the rare occasions Natasha let you have your phone, she watched as you went through your socials to find all prior messages had been deleted and you had been blocked by a handful of people you hoped would stick by your side forever. You would never know exactly what sort of person Wanda and all the others would remember you by. You wondered if any of them would come to your funeral when Natasha finally snapped.

“Do I deserve this?” You asked, voice small. You didn’t just mean Wanda, you meant everything that Natasha had done too and the life she was about to seal you in.

“Yes.” Natasha answered simply with a fond smile as she pulled into her parking space. She cupped your cheek softly and swiped the tear away with a touch more gentle than you had experienced from her in four months. She didn’t like seeing you cry when it wasn’t from her strikes.

Much to your own surprise, you were comforted by the familiar four walls of the apartment, and even by the sound of the door lock clicking behind Natasha as she watched you unsteadily make your way to the sofa and sit hesitantly on the firm cushion. You looked to her for guidance and reassurance, wanting to do everything you could to stay on her good side now that you were aware of just how alone you were. You couldn’t let her abandon you too.

She started towards you steadily, considerate of her every move and you were entirely too aware of how loud each thud of her boots against the floorboards were. It striked you that she was looking at you the same way she did the menu when she took you on your first date, eyes scanning you as she waited for the best option of what to do with you to jump out at her. It didn’t take long.

She extended her hand out towards you and gave you time to process what she was doing before cupping your cheek and looking down at you with a warm smile that made your heart swell. “We should order take out - your choice.” She declared. “Then while we wait for it to arrive I’ll put that blanket you like in the dryer to warm it up while you pick a film.” She continued with you hanging on the edge of every word. You scooched to the edge of the sofa to be closer to her as you looked up at her as though she was your salvation. “Then we can have a nice bath and use all those bath bombs we keep forgetting about.” She looked deep in thought as she uttered those words, like she had everything clearly envisioned in her head and had for some time. “And then we’ll cuddle in bed for a while and leave this day behind us.” She smiled and you nodded frantically, eager to make the long awaited dream a reality.

“But you don’t deserve any of that, do you, detka?” A frown had barely befallen your face before the back of Natasha’s hand collided with your cheek so hard that you collapsed onto the floor in a heap. You peered up at Natasha with bewildered, frightened eyes that never failed to fill the redhead with a sense of twisted pride.

“You were a bad girl,” she explained slowly as she started to unbuckle her belt and pull it free from its loops. “And now you have to face the consequences of what you’ve done.” Natasha said matter of factly. “Now get on your knees.” You knew better than to keep her waiting so you shakily got up onto your already aching knees and looked up at Natasha in pained betrayal, momentarily wondering if that was how Wanda felt. Your heart screamed at the thought until a sharp smack from the buckle end of Natasha’s belt hit the side of your face and drove you back to the ground with a sob.

She had hit you with her belt numerous times before but never with the buckle and never on the face. You supposed it no longer mattered where she left the traces of her discipline.

“It’s okay, meelaya. It’ll be over soon.” Natasha cooed as she helped you back onto your knees with one hand while the other continued to hold the folded belt.

You whimpered as she stood back and closed your eyes in the best form of preparation you were allowed. The second strike landed on the edge of your eyebrow and cut into your skin with a dark scarlet coming to the surface before you even hit the ground. You sniffled when she ever so gently guided you back to your position and even planted a soft kiss to your forehead as a brief reward. “Take it like a good girl, that’s it.”

The next strike cut your lip. The one after that got your cheek. After that you weren’t quite sure where they were landing because your entire face had flared up in a burn so fierce you were practically numb. All you knew was the direction you were sent falling into.

“I know it hurts, but it’s what’s best for you.” Natasha kept up her sweet voice remarkably well for someone who had very little practice in it. The only difference was that her breathing had become heavier underneath it all. “You have to learn that actions like these hurt me, y/n. You ran away from me. You fucking ran away. You don’t appreciate anything I do for you so I have to balance out the pain you put me through. This is your fault.” She declared, driving her point home with another strike as though she was etching the words into your head. “Now just take one more, you owe me that.” She pleaded as she cupped your swollen face.

It took you a minute to get back onto your knees. The room was swaying and your head throbbed loudly so Natasha was patient. You barely sat back up and she struck you for the final time. It must have been a particularly hard one because you hit your head hard on the landing. Hard enough that there was an obnoxious ringing in your ears for a while.

When you came to, Natasha was crouching in front of you with an inquisitive look. “The next time you leave this apartment, whether it be in one year or twenty, will be in a bodybag.” She said, voice void of any identifiable emotion.

You had been laying on that unsympathetic floor alone for an hour before your phone chimed. Natasha was nowhere to be found so you pulled it out to see a text from Wanda. You didn’t hesitate to open it, but fuck you wished you did.

Well done. You've officially pushed away everyone that's ever given a fuck about you.

You can no longer reply to this contact

The exhaustion of the day caught up to you as soon as your throbbing head hit the pillows. You had been lucky enough to grab a couple hours of rest before Natasha came home with one sole thing on her mind. She admired your sleeping form for several minutes as she stood in the bedroom doorway with a content smile.

You were out cold, that much she could tell. The only sign of life at all was the steady rise and fall of the duvet over your form. You looked so vulnerable and fragile sleeping so soundly in her bed and although Natasha could make out smeres of dried blood on the pillow from where your cuts had reopened, she wanted nothing more than to take advantage of your state and ruin your needed peace.

You didn’t wake when she climbed into bed next to you and ran her hand from your hip to the middle of your stomach where she was able to gently guide you onto your back. You grumbled in your sleep and rearranged yourself to hug the pillow you had stained with a soft sigh before returning to whatever dream was playing in your head. Natasha smiled and uttered a hushed praise at your compliance.

She pulled the restricting covers back and pushed your sore legs apart before attentively sitting behind you to admire how the soft moonlight illuminated your pale skin. Natasha pulled your shirt up enough to expose your shoulder blades then traced her finger gradually down the middle of your back and to the hem of your underwear which she pulled down without another thought. Emerald eyes flickered back up to search your face for any signs of consciousness but you remained oblivious to the wandered hands that massaged the back of your thighs only to dip towards where Natasha desired to feel. She smirked at the quiet whine she drew from your sleeping form and decided to drag out the torture.

It was the retracing of fading bruises scattered across your ass half an hour later that gradually brought you from your slumber. The redhead watched for your reaction as she cupped your ass too firmly and made you squirm away up the bed. That only made her grip tighten and a more panicked whine left your lips as you turned around and was struck with the image of Natasha sitting fully naked behind you with a feral glint in her eyes that was illuminated by the eerie glow of the moon.

“Nat?” You questioned, the timid edge to your voice making the redhead groan lowly and force your head back into the pillow as she lifted your ass up with a still painful grip. Still in a state of confusion and panic, you made a move to get up but a strong hand pushing hard against your shoulder blades prevented you from getting too far in your attempt. Natasha leant down over your raised ass and pushed the hair away from your face and over your shoulder gently before kissing your hickey littered neck.

In pressing herself so firmly against your twisted body, you felt a familiar shape push up against your thighs and drag over where you found yourself craving. You frowned at realising how worked up you had gotten in your sleep, never recalling having experienced anything like that before. “You can struggle all you want, meelaya, I love it when you do. But you should know it’s futile.” She husked and basked in the way you shivered in defeat.

With a sinister chuckle, Natasha leaned back onto her knees and tutted when you tried to close your legs from the toy attached to her harness. “Don’t deny me, detka.” She warned. “I need you to prove that you still belong to me, okay? I need you to let me fuck this wet cunt and remind you who owns it.” The Russian explained as she delivered a firm slap to your thighs to make you open yourself back up to her. She hummed at the sight of your pussy still being as wet as when she teased it while you slept.

Though Natasha had chosen a strap that was bigger than her usual favourite, she met little resistance when pushing the thick toy into your awaiting cunt. You whined into your pillow and gripped onto it so hard your knuckles turned white as you tried to feel past the pain of the stretch. You endeavoured to find the pleasure that was lurking beneath the surface of each of Natasha’s rushes forward that felt as though they left scorch marks in their wake. Unfortunately, Natasha wasn’t ready to reward you with that pleasure yet and wanted to hear your cries of discomfort. “You look so pathetic like this, dorogaya.” Natasha chuckled. “So tight around my cock.” she punctuated the last word with a particularly forceful thrust that felt as though she was trying to force herself through you. She tangled her hand in your hair and gripped your waist with the other to find better grounds to fuck you with.

Your helpless sobs soon turned into fulfilled moans as the last of the pain morphed into something far more pleasant that you were more than willing to chase. “So fucking needy.” Natasha chuckled as she snapped her hips forwards to draw out a series of breathy moans from your willing lips. “You need this. You need me to remind you of your place and who you belong to. And you need to be fucked like the worthless little whore you are.”

“Yes daddy, I’m yours!” You cried out in pure desperation, not caring about proving Natasha’s point or fueling her ego. She smirked all the same and smacked your ass for good measure, thrusting her hips into you so hard that your thighs slapped together as you were filled to the brim with her cock over and over again.

You mewled and stretched your arms out to grip onto the edge of the mattress and push yourself back more onto Natasha’s piece, moaning in delight when her next thrusts hit you considerably harder. “So good.” You managed to mumble in your blissed state as you felt your impending orgasm grow closer. Natasha spied your rise in desperation and reached around you to pinch at your neglected clit, making you lurch forward in surprise of the piecing sensation.

“I know you want to cum, detka. Be a good slut and soak my cock for me.” She ordered breathlessly, letting her own arousal peak through her tone as she watched the way your cunt swallowed her cock and how it always tried to suck her back in. You needed no further instructions as the last of your body strength was consumed by your orgasm that had your entire body positively buzzing. You quivered and shook before collapsing against the bed while Natasha held your hips up for her continued thrusting.

After a beat, you whined and tried to push away from her again. You were exhausted for the second time that day and too overwhelmed to handle anything more. You weren’t sure you even had it in you to give Natasha more of what she wanted, though the redhead would always find a way when she knew exactly what buttons to press.

“Daddy…too much!” You whined as she slowed down to ensure you experienced the full effects of the toy’s size inside your sore cunt.

“Shut your fucking mouth. I say when you’re done. I’m going to continue to ruin this sweet pussy until I’ve had enough. I really don’t care if you’re not okay with that because you don’t get a say. You’re my property. You chose this.”

I choose this.

I choose you.

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No Escape

Dark!WandaNat x Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: Stalker behavior, mind invasion, Dark themes

Summary: Y/n Stark made a mistake by being in a relationship with Wanda and Natasha. Things go South when she tries to end things with them. The only thing she can do is run from them

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Trust is the ultimate weapon. It's hard to gain, easy to lose, and even harder to gain back once it has been lost. These days, Y/n didn't trust anyone.

She couldn't afford the betrayal. Not again. Once upon a time, she was young and naive. She believed every lie that was spewed at her. In time, that came to bite her in the ass.

It left her with a head full of worthless memories. The scars littered her body, physically and mentally. Some nights she could feel them.

They were looking for her, calling out to her, but she didn't want to be found. That's why she lived the way she did, on the run. Any type of stagnation could lead them to her. A still moment wasn't something she could afford.

For now, Y/n was settled in a little shack on the outskirts of a small town; Hidden by a thick layer of trees. It wasn't much, but that's the point.

Y/n had luxury before; in fact, she was accustomed to it. Wealth was familiar to anyone with the last name Stark, so it was familiar to Y/n.

The fall season had just begun, there was a slight chill to the air. Y/n had to gather firewood to accommodate the change.

As the cool air raked her arms, she remembered her old methods of keeping warm. Good old fashion body heat.

Her mind was flooded with thoughts of them. She was docile during those times. A small body sandwiched in between 2 pairs of muscular arms. A promise that she would be protected from any potential threat.

Her younger self didn't know that she was lying with the threat. A pawn in a grand scheme. She'd never be a pawn again.

Not for Wanda or Natasha.

Y/n grunted, possibly from the weight of the logs in her hand, or maybe from the unwanted memories.

Setting up the fire in her shack took minimal effort. She was relieved as heat started spreading through the small space.

She laid by the fire, thinking about how she ended up here. The daughter of the self-proclaimed billion dollar playboy, living like this.

It was all because of trust. Y/n's blind trust in Wanda and Natasha. The Avengers were her family.

Tony had her young. She was a product of one of many flings. Her mother wanted nothing to do with her. For Tony, it was different, Y/n was his only family. Possibly the only family he'd ever had.

Maybe he wasn't ready to be a father, but he grew into the role quickly. He wasn't a traditional father, but he did the best that he could do.

It was good enough for Y/n.

Tony was recruited for the Avengers initiative, but he said they'd have to take her on as well. Where he went, she went, and that's how Y/n ended up on the team.

She was about 19 at the time. Back then she wasn't the strongest, but her mind was sharp like her father's. In fact, it was sharper.

A mind like hers proved to be a valuable asset to the team. While Tony and Bruce had to dedicate time to both the field and lab work, Y/n could focus solely on the lab.

Her work was integral to the team. Natasha took note of that. The assassin watched Y/n like a hawk. Enamored with her brilliance and how delicate she was.

To Natasha, Y/n was nothing like her father. She was special, Natasha needed her. Y/n didn't know it then, but there was a darkness in Natasha.

The simple flirting, the lingering touches, were real, but they came from a place of ownership not affection.

When Wanda folded herself into the mix, Natasha was apprehensive at first. That was until Natasha saw that spark in Wanda's eyes. Wanda needed Y/n just like Natasha did. She needed to own Y/n.

Y/n was open-minded. Being with the two women made her happy, so she never questioned it.

However, that changed over time. Slowly but surely, Y/n started to see things more clearly. How alarmingly obsessed they both were with her.

They didn't like it when she talked to the other members of the team. They didn't like it when she went out with her friends. Hell, they didn't even want her spending alone time with her father.

It was toxic and as soon as Y/n saw that she called it off. When Y/n broke up with them, she saw the change instantly.

The loving looks turned into hungry glares. They only kept their distance because the rest of the team made it that way. Steve, Bruce, and Tony acted like an active barrier between the three women.

That aggravated Wanda and Natasha. Tensions began growing larger and larger until they spilled over.

" Stay away from my kid. If I have to tell you again-"

" You'll what, Tony?"

Steve steps in." Let's all take a minute and calm down."

" I'm done being calm, Rogers. Y/n belongs to us." Natasha glares at the soldier.

Tony lunges for Natasha, only being stopped by Steve and Bruce. " My daughter is not your property!"

" Y/n is always going to belong to us Tony. So you might as well get used to it," Wanda's eyes glow as she speaks.

" Would you guys knock it off? This isn't some game. Y/n broke up with both of you and that's the end of this," Bruce tried his hand at mediation.

Wanda scoffs." It seems like everyone has something to say except Y/n."

Natasha chuckles. " Yeah, sweetheart cat got your tongue?"

" I'm not your sweetheart. Please stop this, if you ever cared about me, you'd stop this."

Both of their eyes dilate, it happens simultaneously. It took everything in Y/n to not shrink in fear.

" Princess, stop being so difficult," Wanda spoke through gritted teeth.

Y/n felt her own anger bubbling up. " I'm not your princess, either. The only thing I am to you is your teammate. So get used to it-"

Tony cut her off," Or get lost."

A psychotic laugh leaves Natasha's mouth. " What are you going to do, kick us off the team?"

Tony and Steve share a look. This halts Natasha's laughter immediately.

" Your actions pertaining to Y/n leave us no choice. Instead of respecting her decision, the two of you are engaging in predatory behavior. This isn't something heroes do," Steve scolds the two.

" We talked to Fury, he said one more incident, and we had the authority to kick you from the team," Tony spoke smugly.

That was it. The moment that solidified Y/n Stark, living on lamb.

Wanda exploded that day, literally. Y/n saw it happen. The red mist at her fingertips, the intensity of the glow in her eyes. She killed Y/n's father and Steve.

For her, it was nothing, but for Y/n it was everything. The chaos in the moment allowed Y/n to escape. It was the only thing she could think of doing.

She liked to believe the rest of them held the two at bay long enough for her to get to safety. The truth is she'll never know. She tried to convince herself that she didn't care.

How could she not? That moment made her change everything about herself. She built up her muscle, started training herself, she was strong now. Mentally and physically.

The sick part of it all was the way her body craved them. Her body wanted to feel Natasha's hand on her chest and Wanda's running through her hair. The body was untrustworthy like that.

Y/n fell asleep by the fire, thinking about her past. She should've known better. There was no such thing as safe when it came to the witch or the spy.

The walls were all white in the dream. The space was blank, bare of anything. Y/n somehow knew better than to call out for anyone.

She felt something in her mind. Something was off and a familiar type of anxiety built up in her body.

" You look different, princess."

Y/n's body tensed. She sharply turned, and her breath seemed to stop.

It was Wanda. She had a darkness coating her fingers, a crown on her head, and a smile that made Y/n sick.

Y/n began muttering to herself," This is just a dream. No, nightmare. This is not real."

Her eyes squeezed tightly.

" Oh, it's very real, malyshka," Wanda's hot breath hit Y/n's neck as she spoke. It caused the young Stark to jump.

" Get away from me!"

Y/n tried moving away from the witch, but her body was frozen. Panic flashed through her mind as she tried to thrash in her spot.

" That's not going to work Y/nn," Wanda's hands trailed up Y/n's arms," These are new. You've been working out, princess?"

" Don't call me princess," luckily her voice still worked.

Wanda simply laughed, her hands trailed from Y/n's shoulders, down her chest," My god it's like you're carved out of stone. All this for us?"

" You killed my father."

She flicks her wrist lazily." He was going to die anyway for trying to keep you from us. Now there's nothing in the way. Thanks to dreamwalking, I'll be able to reach your pretty little mind whenever you're asleep. I already know where you are. We're coming, Detka. Nat and I will have you."

" You won't ever have me again," Y/n asserted.

" Bigger muscles, but that same little dumb brain, that only Natty and I know." Wanda walked around Y/n so that they were eye to eye.

Her hand grabbed Y/n's chin, the girl's eyes unwillingly darted to Wanda's lips. She watched them turn into a smirk.

Wanda pressed forward her lips millimeters from Y/n's. The Stark had sweat forming at her brow.

" Your body still responds to me. That's cute," her lips brushed against Y/n's lips with every word.

" Let go of me."

Wanda pulls away and smiles," The funny thing is you've been free to move for a while now. You're just such a good girl that you didn't even try it."

Y/n takes a step back from her and scowls.

" Get out of my head, Wanda."

She raises her hands in surrender," Fine, wake up. Run if you want to, but know we're coming for you, and we will find you."

Y/n jolts up from her sleep. She has no direction, but she knows she can't stay in this shack. She puts out the fire, throws her backpack on.

Sleep, the furthest thing from her mind, though her body aches for it. She starts walking and doesn't stop.

There's a renewed urgency in her step. She can't let them find her. There would only be so much she could do to protect herself from the witch and the spy.

The only thing keeping Y/n going was the fear of being caught. She was right to be afraid. Y/n could've even benefited from being more afraid.

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Wanda didn’t know exactly where to start.

She looked to James and Yelena. It hit her then how eerie it was, to be around the two of them.

In her universe, Wanda was a bridesmaid in Yelena’s wedding.

She watched her and Bucky exchange vows at Camp Lehigh, along with the rest of the Avengers. She was there when they bought their first home, and she crashed on their couch for two months after her and Vision split up. And after Yelena died, Wanda gave the eulogy at her funeral.

She took a deep breath. Yelena’s death. That was the most logical place for her to start—she could work backwards from there.

“In my universe, Stephen Strange was Sorcerer Supreme. I’d been working under him for a few years as a Master of the Mystic Arts, when we were attacked by variants from another universe.”

She paused for a moment, letting her words settle. Bucky and Yelena didn’t so much as flinch, so she continued.

“We were at an event, all of us Avengers, honoring the Black Widow and Captain America—the two of you, in my universe—for their humanitarian efforts after the Blip. It’s my understanding that your universe went through something similar, with Thanos.”

James nodded. “Pretty much, yeah.”

“Right.” Wanda cleared her throat, shifting uncomfortably. She debated whether or not to tell them then and there who the variants in question were, and decided to put a pin in it for later.

“In any case—the attack, the variants in question, they accomplished half of their mission. They killed my universe’s version of you two, in front of a crowd of bystanders, along with Dr. Strange and other members of the Avengers. I would later come to find out that the attack was a means to an end—they only accomplished half of their mission.”

Yelena moved to the edge of her seat. Whatever doubts she’d had about Wanda, she filed out of mind—the look on this Wanda Maximoff’s face told her everything. She had to be telling the truth.

Wanda took a deep breath. “They were after something. Something that, unfortunately for them, didn’t exist—at least not in my universe.”

Bucky raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean, ‘not in your universe?’”

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The Devil was an Angel First | N. Romanoff

Natasha Romanoff x fem!stripper reader

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Summary: It was a risk and a job worth taking, simply use your ability to seduce to earn enough money to get you your university degree. Yet you didn't anticipate the owner of the strip-club to take a significant interest in you, but what can she do? As soon as Natasha saw you, you were hers.

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x!fem stripper reader, employee x boss, forbidden romance

Warnings: 18+, slight dark!natasha romanoff, manipulation, strip-teasing, lap-dancing, pole-dancing, fingering, semi-public sex, oral (n to r), mommy kink, strap-on, choking,degrading, over-stimulation, handcuffs and toys, reader is easily manipulated!

Word Count: 9K

AN: This is heavily inspired by the song Pray by Xana, you could listen to it while reading this to get an extra bit of the atmosphere ;)) Also I wil be taking small requests or drabbles for this specific fic/pairing as I'm secretly addicted to this concept.. (not so secretly.)

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Slipping amongst the crowds, your eyes dart around the room as the sounds of the club itself echo through your body. The lighting was illuminating each corner of the room, but stopping in certain bleak shadow's contrasting well with those who put on a performance.

The smell of slick sweat and hot bodies mingling through the room made your nose twitch through instinct and it was around this time your mind was wondering whether this was the right call.

University had been always your major goal in life, pass through High-school get your qualifications and your grades, just don't fuck up. For most of your life you'd remained hidden in the shadows, contempt to live life remaining hidden away while the flashlight of beams hit the sky's ground touching everything but yourself.

Yet apparently life deemed it not apparent that this was the case for you. Instead when your family collided into debuts and the household becoming a simply standing memory of what once was and never could be's you knew the longing for snatching your degree's up in higher education was slipping like fog and air through your fingers.

Would that be a common knowledge concept and reality to turn towards darker paths? Well, darker in regards to your family's eye-line anyway. You simply saw it as an opportunity for people who enjoyed doing things their own way, their own style and didn't wish to follow into the lights of the sky like others we're unique.

Your family wouldn't be appreciating your actions but it didn't matter. It realistically couldn't no matter how much they perhaps frowned at the idea. You could perhaps go into depth of how it wasn't selling your body but allowing it to be seen, allowing others to get a taste of the salt and the the aroma of flavours their hearts desire, but never fully satisfied.

Pole-Dancing wasn't something you'd be opposed to doing by any means. Watching the way they drift through the air, holding onto the bar with such pristine confidence and high agility hit your stomach in all the right ways. Nimble and soft fingers holding onto the pole with such grace their body's dancing into the fire of the night, other's moving with grace and affirmation.

The men and women watching their every action their every step with such a wide eye their lustful thoughts screaming with such a power your own ears rang. Black stiletto's clinging to the poles with a strength that made you doubt your own abilities despite having the darkest of secrets lingering on thoughts.

Quiet girls always tend to have the deepest of desires, the fieriest of personality. The set determination on being quiet, being forgotten and not wanting to be seen always portrays just how difficult life could dance around in a sea of wonder and mystery.

The air smelt so much of blood sweat and tears, the smoke driving the fuel into everyone's body, an ignition lighting up. You turned towards the bar deciding to opt on a drink, probably a hardcore whiskey if you wanted to get through this alive and sane, the burning feeling would ground you heavily to reality.

Turning on your heels, your contrasting deep-blood heels clacked heavily on the floor, treading with a walk that helped you do the one thing you'd avoided doing. Being seen.

Eyes watched, heads tilted and words of whisper drifted across the room as you brought the attention away from the other worker's sensing some hard glares and other longing looks. It was no secret you had the looks, it was just never in your cards, not your line of sight, but the devil didn't always play with fire until pushed within the flames.

"Whiskey neat please," your voice was firm and held no conversation for an argument.

The barman glanced at you and you simply watched as his eyes glanced at you, looking you up and down. You could practically feel the budge in his pants grow from here and the self-refraining you were doing from rolling your eyes was repulsing.

You weren't about to start off your first time in this place by pissing off the men you could encounter more often in telling them you not into indulging in their acts. Explaining to men who couldn't understand the word no when it comes to simply not being interested in them was not a path you cared to go down for the time being, instead settling on biting your tongue.

Sure, it didn't mean you couldn't make some impressions around here though. You'd already made a rather splendid entrance by sauntering around capturing lingering eyes of the men and women which allowed your red tinted lips to tilt upwards.

The barman worked nimbly, his hands being heavy but not without meaning as he flipped bottles around like he was performing an act. Normally this would entice most women to jump for joy and use some ogle eyes towards him. However, you were in fact not most women, you simply walked through the world of shadows until you decided to finally allow the light to kiss your skin in all the right areas.

He slowly slid the drink down to you as you tossed him the dollar bills owed and sauntered off in means to find the owner of this establishment. The music moved above you like puppet's on a string as you did your best to try and move through the blinding strobe lights and bodies mingling into one.

Guessing that the owner would find you before you found them, your body decided to make it's way over to a table waiting for them to arrive with introductions, you crossed your legs simply playing with the bottom of the whiskey glass, swirling it around for play as you chucked it down your throat.

The feeling of the burn hit you instantly and you squinted for a moment before a heavy sigh escaped the opening of your lips leaning back in the chair once again becoming one with the shadows. Besides the demons in everyone else's heads seemed to be having their own rituals one of which you weren't enticed on indulging in such acts.

The approaching sound of heels made your body almost churn with anxiety for reasons currently unknown to you.

The approaching sound of heels made your body almost churn with anxiety for reasons currently unknown to you. Doing well to not attract attention you glanced through your glass trying to picture who was approaching and a flash of red curls took through the reflection.

Your lips tilted upwards in a mischievous smirk as you leaned back in your seat, a feeling of excitement coursing through your veins. Your mind wandered as you presumed the mystery woman was approaching ready to allure you into sinful acts of seduction and dance through desire into the night.

Instead, what was not predicted was the black stiletto heels coming to a stand still right behind your table, a hot and heavy breath lingering in your ear. Your body tensed and you felt the smirk dripping from the woman behind you as you tilted your head turning around to be met with someone who should be the devil in disguise, one to lure you entirely out of the shadows and touch the fires to ignite you entirely.

"You must be Y/N. Y/LN. I am Natasha Romanoff, Miss Romanoff to you. Owner of Desiring ignition. I will interview you in the back rooms if you don't mind?" her voice asking a question but orders slipping from the sinful tongue.

Your body moved before your lips did and you found yourself following after the redhead like an obedient dog, for a minute forgetting yourself entirely and not thinking, just acting like a string was tugging you along.

Her red hair was distinctive even against the darkened tone of the room, the lights dimming in and out didn't affect it as it shone like fire and ash, the devil reincarnated you knew. Her hips swayed with an intent to drive a man wild but in a way she didn't wish for any of them, simply alluding to her own intoxicating beauty, poison and toxic.

The eyes followed you both and you scampered after her down a neon-purple hallway, the colour's almost blinding you within a trance. Finding your bearings you knew you'd need to pull yourself together if you wanted this job so decided to play in the same game, the same chess board. Play with the devil.

Her hands clasped tightly around the handle as Miss Romanoff lead you into what you presumed to be her office before shutting the door behind her. The noise seemed to almost be drowned out now, as though she'd installed noise cancellation into her office.

Your eyes scanned the room trying to analyse and get anything you could on this woman. You'd always liked to get to know someone through their surroundings and what that said person associates themselves with, especially if it works in your favour.

The office itself was dimly lit but well cleaned and decorated minimally. To your left there was a desk, mahogany coloured with 2 chairs on ether side, the desk holding files that your eyes couldn't capture from the distance you stood. A solemn picture held itself strongly on the desk of what you could make out to be a younger blonde woman, perhaps the same age as you or a couple years older.

The redhead nodded her head towards the chair on the other side of her desk, before sitting down on a black leather one herself. Even sat down in the dimly lit office you could tell she was a woman of business, not one to be meddled with nor to cross without paying the price which for yourself was bad given your track record of loving to stir the pot.

Her eyes lingered over your own for a while examining you, looking you up and down in a way your body almost jolted at the sheer intensity of her gaze. Not wanting to keep the older woman wanting any longer, your feet moved on the own accord sitting down on the chair opposite of her. Her posture was still up straight, impossibly held and elegant opposite of your own.

"So," she began by looking through your files as though you'd be arrested under a warrant issued for the most wanted criminal.

"You've got good grades from schools, a track record of not seeming to show herself within public eye and even held debates and meetings within clubs. Your jobs previously consist of coffee shops and waiting so what exactly is it you have to offer here," she stated her voice was laced with disdain and annoyance.

"Well that's correct yes, but I have goals in life and things I need to achieve. I can't get there without doing this first, trust me it's a last resort," you replied cringing inwardly at your response.

It was a stupid mistake you'd created by saying this job was a last resort. That would be the last thing this goddess of a pain was waiting to hear, especially when wanting to employ you. You'd fucked up royally but like she stated, you had a tendency for debate clubs and there was nothing better you were good at than worming you way into or out of situations.

Her eyebrows shot upwards at your response and you watched with fear as the redhead perused her lips together eyeing you once again with a look of utter irritation.

"So you see us as a last resort?" She asked stiffly.

"No, nothing like that-" you tried to reason but her hand waved in the air dismissing your comment before you'd began.

"Y/L/N. Do you know how many people come here asking for jobs hm?" Her head titled to the side lips twitching while watching you squirm.

"No..."

"Over 200. How many do you reckon we employ exactly?"

The venom and toxic poison in her voice almost sent you spiralling you couldn't help but feel entirely hooked on it. Yet the feeling in your mind told you to run, leave before you headed down the road of embarrassment and utter danger.

"I'm not sure, Miss Romanoff," you voice was surprisingly even for someone being scolded in a private office room.

"The answer is 4% out of those 200 get employed. Yet, a silly girl like you walks along struts in like she owns the fucking place and says it's a last resort," she taps her finger on the side of her face mockingly.

"No.. I can dance and I'm incredibly talented on a pole," you tried to reason but she once again shushed you in a dismissive tone.

"You're dismissed off you go," she shooed you off and your legs stood by themselves your mind no longer in control of your body.

As your body walked towards the door head daring not to look back your hands went towards the door handle, before lingering on the metal for a moment. Your mind danced away thinking of thoughts and how you couldn't give up so easily. You came in this bar, this strip-club looking for a job and you'd be damned to go without one. Sure the woman behind you was a stole cold bitch, but she came with fire. You had the gasoline to set this place alight.

Turning on your heels, you faced the older woman who went from looking down at her files with disinterest to whipping her head up. Miss Romanoff tilted her head to the side as you approached with a surge of confidence that you didn't know you had running through your veins setting your blood alight. Your body leaning over her desk you smirked as she watched and you could sense her tense beneath you.

"Let me show you what I can do," your voice was whispered with sultry and laced with such confidence that was missing moments ago.

The redhead thought for a moment, her lips twitching ever so slightly at the sides before tilting up. She removed herself from her chair carrying her composure elegantly as ever before entering your personal space.

"Be my guest, show me what you can do," she smirked.

Before you could even blink, Miss Romanoff snatched your hand and lead you out of her office towards one of the unoccupied rooms. The sparks you felt when her hand clasped your hand and rising towards your wrist jolted your stomach giving you somersault's.

She on the other hand, snatched her hand away as quickly as she took it and you weren't sure why that caused such a sting within you. The older woman wasn't required to touch you in any way, but her response was as though she'd been burnt in opposition to your own body's reaction wanting to feel her touch ignite you more.

Suddenly the vast realisation of reality crashed down on you and your stomach churned in thought. Your mindset couldn't be thinking this type of way in any shape or form towards someone who could perhaps be your boss. This wasn't about to become some cliche film style where you fuck your boss, you couldn't give her that style of power.

Yet, as you let your mind indulge further in thoughts, she wasn't your boss. Not yet and not now, besides if you wanted this job a thirst to prove yourself to the flames of hell as she was, you were going to have to join the game.

Heading further down the hall, Natasha stopped at the door to her left and you titled your head in anticipation. The feeling of not knowing what you could possibly find was always thrilling yet had an edge of dread that filled your lungs and ran through your veins.

Observing her silently, you watched the redhead slip out a singular key from her pocket before slipping it with ease into the lock and turning it. Her hand which you tried definitely too hard to not focus on wrapped around the handle turning it before standing to the side awaiting you to head inside.

Silently entering the room, you found yourself coming to a sudden halt at the sight that stood before you. A singular pole stood in the middle of the room, tall and with a bolden look about it almost calling to you begging you to dance upon it. Towards the corner of the room lay what you predicted to be a lot of BDSM toys ranging from handcuffs and blindfolds to nipple clamps and leg spreaders.

Your cheeks flushed heavily at the sight as heat ran through your body and you found yourself turning away from the toys, eyes instead landing on a chaise lounge. The furniture was a deep red, crimson in fact darkened like the blood flushing heavily through your veins, perhaps darker than Ms Romanoff's hair. Turning your head in her direction you realised she'd been watching your reaction as you absorbed and gawked at the room, causing you to flush even further.

The older woman simply smirked at you before making her way over to the chaise lounge, looking you up and down in what you originally thought was a judgmental look now seemed otherwise, before sitting with determination down onto the chair.

For a moment it was silence as she only stared at you examining you for a mere moments that felt like hours before rolling her eyes and scoffing. Her hand raised upwards as her index finger- that looked incredible you might add- came out and directed at the pole giving you a pointed look. Realisation hit your face and you realised what the redhead was asking of you, which caused all sorts of emotions to run through your head.

She was asking you to to give a full example of how you'd dance within her club, within her line of work and show yourself. Normally this wouldn't be a bother as you'd come to a damn strip-club for god sake, but it was the idea of dancing alone with her that sent your nerves spiralling and your body shaking beneath you.

Still, there was no point in arguments, you'd been the one to suggest showing her, but in hopes of a more lively atmosphere. Instead Miss. Romanoff had lead you to a secluded room one of which held what you predicted secrets hiding within the 4 walls for you to dance in.

Sucking in a tight breath you closed your eyes tightly shut counting to 3 before opening them once more. Getting your bearings around you, you strutted to the pole making sure to remove the jacket that clung tightly to your skin hugging you in all the right places. The jacket was placed to the side of Natasha and you tried not to smirk too much at the feeling of her eyes travelling over your form.

Her body stood up, walking over to a speaker in the corner causing you body to tense up slightly. If it was too loud it was sure to cause an uproar of attention that in this current moment you didn't want. Your mind was too focused on earning the approval and the full attention of the redhead selfishly to yourself despite wishing that you didn't indulge in such sinful acts.

You removed your pants, leaving yourself in only your polo shirt and underwear, trying your best not to make any sort of contact with her. You could have done pole-dancing in your pants but it wasn't a risk worth taking if you didn't want any slip ups and needed the grip. Instead you walked over to the pole closing your eyes tightly before opening them and glancing over at Miss Romanoff.

Her head was tilted to the side and you were almost convinced her eyes that you noticed earlier were the shade of emerald green like the piercing ground of earth were almost charcoal now, luring you into the mist of hazing sinful creatures and touching the igniting flame. Instead of contemplating thoughts any longer you let out a mere nod towards the older woman and she smirked turning on a song that widened your eyes as, girls girls girls by FLETCHER began to echo through the room.

Trying to once again ignore the intriguing implications behind the song you stepped forward flexing your hand back and forth continuously before gripping onto the pole tightly with your left hand. Your fingers curled instinctively around the metal bar and you cleared your mind. One of the first things you'd learnt about dancing and when understanding how to use the effective ways of pole-dancing was don't think just act.

You let your mind carry through the music eliciting the illusions of thoughts and song's as your body carried you through. You started off smoothly, swinging your way seductively around the pole keeping your outside leg straight before pivoting your inside foot at the same time.

Your mind carried through song as the beat's began to pick up, your outside foot worked through muscle memory hooking around the pole before your other joined gripping tightly.

As soon as you felt your body securely fitted on the pole your hips moved in ways of wonder as though art itself couldn't touch through paintings of masterpieces. Your back arched and your hip swayed in beat swinging yourself around the pole before your body flipped itself in ways of wonder, dancing and spinning with everything it had.

The song slowly began to draw to a close and it was then your eyes chose to linger from being shut as you made your distinctive signature move, swinging yourself around with a grace you didn't know was within you. Your body swung from the top to the bottom of the pole in the most seductive way possible as your fingers crossed over, before your eyes drifted to the red head.

It took everything within you not to let out a shit-eating grin when you noticed the gawking from Miss Romanoff who looked like she was ready to eat you up whole. Given any other circumstances you would have flushed or felt self-conscious, but instead you embraced the feeling of confidence as you gently slithered off the pole a laugh almost sliding past your lips.

You sauntered over to the older woman, teasing leaning over her body to grab your jacket only to be yanked down onto the couch. You felt the blood run course through your body you heart pounding so loudly you'd not be surprised if she could hear it herself. The room came to a heated silence, the tension thick and easily cut with a knife. Natasha's hand came up to cup your jaw tilting it to the side almost as though she wanted to judge that part of you too, or better yet distract herself from what she was initially going to do.

"Tomorrow, 8:30pm your shift will begin. I recommend not arriving late, or better yet arrive earlier to prepare yourself. You work hours will differ but tomorrow you'll be finishing at 3:30am. Understand sweetheart?" Her voice husked out and you were almost putty in her hands once more.

Your head nodded unconsciously, the primal instinct in you roaring to obey your now boss's instructions. The feeling of disgust ran through your body at the realisation of what you'd just performed despite it being your job area now. It wasn't the fact you'd pole-danced it was the secluded room and the song that made your body squirm.

The redhead seemed to thrive in amusement on that power and you weren't sure whether the heat that ran to your core was feelings you wished you didn't have or anger that turned into the feeling of lust, perhaps both. Her hand tightened on your chip ever so slightly to the point you thought her nails may cause intends within your skin, marking like a hot poker within it.

"Oh no, none of that. You use words to me okay? So do you understand dorogaya?" her tone showed no time from you for disagreement.

"Yes, I understand Miss. Romanoff," your voice was strong and assertive despite inside your body was a mess of sweat and utter chaos.

Natasha leaned back, stretching her arms across the couch staring at you for a moment before taking her lip between her teeth, clamping down hard. The sight was enough to send a hot gush of wetness between your legs and your mind screamed at you in retaliation, she was your boss. Her teeth gently let her lips go with a pop before standing up and walking up to the door, swinging it open with ease staring back at you with an expected look.

"Good girl," she whispered out her lips tilting up dangerously as your fixed your tousled hair that had become slightly damaged from dancing.

Your body reacted once more to the words almost jolting in response, but you did well to keep yourself refrained and intact. Instead you simply grabbed your belongings nodding towards the woman and headed straight for the main exit. Perhaps the acts you were prepared to partake in was deemed as sinful and immoral, you wouldn't give so much as a glance if they were. It felt like the devil was standing their glaring into your soul and you didn't care for anything else other than entering the gates and feeling the flames wrap around your body.

The next evening went as smooth as it could, the blasting of the music as your body danced in between of time to the tunes. Your personal favourite was the one's that went sensual before picking pace as it allowed you to do your signature moved before flaunting around people in a seductive manner. You'd thrived on how the men and women gawked at your, eyes popping out of their heads, drooling from the mouth like you were a treat they had to have.

Fellow colleague's had taken up on asking advice, specifically your new favourite Wanda who you added on further inspection was quite a looker. The way she'd bounce her brunette curls around her face as she danced into the night like nobody was watching always had you admiring her.

She herself had wanted tips from you, always seemingly interested by your dancing to the way you move on a pole, her eyes always lingering in sheer awe and amazement as though you personally had placed each star drifting through the sky. Yet, you always felt another pair of eyes, heavy and dark lingering in the shadows.

It was the type of shadow you'd spent your whole life hiding within but this aspect was dangerous. It felt cold mixed with fire alike, bonding in ways it shouldn't mix. The soul being ice and chilled to the bone with fire in the centre waiting to burn itself from the ground up. You constantly sensed the lingering eyes on your body but chose to ignore it, for you knew the consequences of the danger, you knew who those eyes belonged to you just couldn't face them to admit it.

It continued for the next week until Saturday came faster than anticipated. Your legs carried you through the building with ease and a sense of calm now almost as though you'd been there for years. In reality you'd become rather content with the building of Desiring ignition. You'd scarcely interacted with Natasha though, (thank god.)

It wasn't the exact concept of fearing the woman, no it wasn't that. It was the way she made you feel. It was like feeling towards the devil, it's forbidden you see red with anger, lust the picture painted of danger and intoxicating aroma.

You'd done well in avoiding the older woman but she did appear to be making it easer than anticipated, despite knowing the one hiding in the shadows, lingering not wishing to be seen but knowing you felt her presence seemed to enough for the older woman.

You had settled on something different this time, usually not opting for dresses preferring to dress loose but certainly stylish all the same. However this time, you'd decided to rock the boat and you weren't sure why.

Instead you'd settled on a deep emerald green, darkened than usual but curved around your body clinging in all the right ways. The anticipation and adrenaline of the reactions you'd receive left your mind racing, despite not wanting to show anything off entirely. Definitely not for her..

Directing yourself towards the bar, you walked over greeting who you'd now become accustomed to know as Bucky. He actually was opposing to what you expected after your encounter on the first night, he was just hesitant of newcomers. Instead now you'd become close to the man always offering a term of greeting.

"Same as usual?" He questioned winking as you both knew it was wrong to drink on the job.

Albeit it was hardly your fault, when it came to this job and work environment you'd hardly be faulted for having the odd drink to get by. Most days we're enjoyable, the women ogling over you and many wanting to touch what their desired hearts couldn't reach, like seeing a pebble in the ocean before the sea carries it out, perfectly sculpted but not yours to own.

Your lips curved up into a smirk filled with fire and mischief, the look of mystery plastered all over your face. Not a word spoken, your head nodded into his direction and Bucky nodded once in return. His body moved swiftly, preparing a small yet rather what the average person would deem an intoxicating strong drink for yourself as he slid it over.

Taking your drink you sipped away at it as you made your way onto the floor, seemingly into the sea of people. It was busy & you only knew it was going to get busier. Besides; you had an hour to kill before even remotely starting your shift so you might as well busy yourself.

It started simple, sitting down mingling with guests, eyeing up who was necessarily your desire for the night. All you needed was the money, even with the weighing guilt that sometimes poured over your head you needed to make your way into the world.

God only knows how you'd found yourself onto the dance floor, one moment you were sipping on your drink waiting for the beginning of your shift the next you were dragged onto the dance floor by a taller and seemingly older brunette. Her hands were dragging across your waist causing your face to flush.

Were you sure you were entirely within protocols here? Not at all, yet there was no rules you couldn't dance with the paying guests before your own night began. Though you were indeed certain Miss. Romanoff may cause some issues with this.

Alcohol wasn't even the reason for your confidence, it felt like something was drawing you to push boundaries that night to tempt yourself into desired that you shouldn't cross. You could say you don't bring your guests into the bedsheets like you do your demons but as the brunette's hands grazed across your stomach for a moment you short circuited.

You found your head tilting an angle towards Bucky's direction who was eyeing you with a concerned expression painted upon his face. His frown that narrowed through his forehead, eyes giving a dangerous tone, almost trying to warn you.

Still, you shrugged it off instead allowing the touch of another burn your skin though whether it was a burn of desire or the burn of hell you weren't sure. You were playing with the fires of lucifer here & partially enjoying yourself. Lips grazed slightly over your neck, almost allowing you to loose yourself instantly without a sudden care or thought.

People were silencing around you within beats of the music, like a chill had passed down from a frost bite. They were parting like royalty had arrived themselves, but you were completely unaware in your own mindset in your own thoughts.

Lips grazed your neck sloppily, yet it burnt like an ignition hell fire in your skin. Yet your mind was dancing somewhere else or better yet, someone else. It was like someone snapped a finger, as within a second like you'd blinked an eye and the warmth from behind you disappeared.

Widening your eyes, you opened them but a hand snatched you spinning you straight into a body. You stumbled forward legs like jelly, hands still shaking with adrenaline as their perfume invaded your senses. It was a sexy perfume smell no doubt, the aroma making it's way into your nose poisoning you. You'd almost breathed in, wanting more of the intoxicating taste of it, yet that wouldn't be ve-

Shit. Shit, shit shit.

If your suspicions were correct, which you were highly convinced they were then the perfume and the person you'd been dragged into was someone you dreaded finding you in that compromising position. A whisper drew you from the dread in the pit of your stomach and your stressing mindset as they leaned towards you.

"Enjoying yourself darling?" The voice carried the familiar edge you dreaded.

The feeling of bile rose in your throat from sheer anxiety and you gulped hard to keep yourself at bay. Slowly looking up, your eyes met the all too familiar green ones.. One's you could get lost in and fantasise about consi-

No, not to be thought of right now.

Her eyebrows were arched consistently and the familiar look of a stern facial expression was painted on your Boss's, Miss. Romanoff's face. Her lips were painted a blood deep red and the blush on her cheeks were making your legs like jelly, let alone your stomach's feeling of somersaults.

"I..." Stuttering voices was all you could muster right now.

A swift finger placed on your lips was all it took for your cheeks to hear up and you were certainly an embarrassing jumble of mess in front of her and everyone around you.

"Shh," her voice carried an authoritative tone but you were almost certain you could sense a lace of.. jealousy?

Surely that was an impossibility; she had nothing to be jealous about besides she was your boss, albeit a damn sexy one. Reality hitting back to you slowly you sensed the tension in the room could be cut with a knife and wanted in that moment for the ground to swallow you whole.

Gone was that confident attitude you easily found yourself mustering up to her, instead replaced with a timid jealous woman wanting nothing more but to run for your life. Your eyes didn't dare leave hers despite their sea of pure intensity and fire, though you didn't think you were capable of looking away even if you tried to.

A quick flick of her hand could be seen from your peripheral vision and as if someone had press play on a remote, the crowds resumed. Colleagues danced on laps, poles and bar stools while the noise resumed like they'd been frozen in time.

Before you even had the chance to speak, you were spun back around rather forcefully. However rather than letting you go, her hands yanked you flush against her chest, allowing you to feel her radiant body heat and the heat to come back to your cheeks once more.

Hands roamed over your body while her lips moved to your ear, a sultry almost lustful voice following suite.

"Well well, what was that little stunt hm? Aren't you supposed to be getting ready for private shows not giving a full on public display of borderline sex," she snapped though her hands still cupped your hips.

"I.. I can explain..."

Her hands cupped your clothed cunt causing you to cut your sentence off and gasp out. Embarrassingly, your body jerked forward into her hand showing how putty you were, easily giving into your boss.

"No, no I don't think so. You wanted a public stunt like that hm? Who's breasts are these?"

Her hand moved up to cup them, needing them through your dress causing you to almost cry out. You couldn't lie, you were grateful for the atmosphere being so loud and disoriented otherwise you'd have cried out from sheer embarrassment.

"M-Mine," you whispered through a half gasp earning you to feel her knee rub you subtly once more in your lower region.

"Wrong answer, don't get it wrong again hm?" She said through semi-gritted teeth and your body melted back into her.

Unsure of the adrenaline you had coursing through your veins you spun around and found some form of confidence in you to cup her own lower region.

"Yours," you whisper-shouted back due to the strength of the music, though your voice partially wavered.

It was obvious she was caught off guard through the sheer surprise that danced like the force of nature the wind dancing with the trees on a stormy night. Miss.Romanoff's lips tilted upwards into a smirk and without a word or a warning her hand clasped onto yours and you were being pulled swiftly down corridors.

Everything seemed to pass you buy in a blur as you had no recollection of one door to the next, nor did you dare to look at any faces glancing and gawking your way. Simply you decided to be an obedient little thing and follow Miss. Romanoff towards wherever she was leading you.

Suddenly, you came to a halt in front of a locked door slowly coming to the realisation this was Miss.Romanoff's personal room; no one was ever allowed to enter. A surge of some sort of excitement flooded the course of your veins in some way as she led you through.

Locking it behind her she pointed to her own personal chaise lounge and you obediently followed her instructions like a lost puppy, almost falling over your own feet to get to it. A low chuckle left her lips sending chills upon chills down your spine and embarrassingly hitting your core (that was probably now soaked.)

"Miss Romanoff I don't know if this is-"

"Natasha," she cut you off instantly smirking at you.

You gawked at the older woman like she'd just spoken in a foreign language. However she brushed it off, slowly approaching you like an animal would it's prey. Lifting your chin up she grinned down at you like a cheshire cat before huskily speaking.

"Call me Natasha. Though I'd also prefer to be called a different name, can your pretty little brain think of what that is?" She asked lustfully.

Gulping you had a smart idea, but didn't want to ask a stupid question. So you kept your mouth shut but apparently Natasha had other idea's towards your 'misbehaviour.'

"Colour," her voice was softer for a moment only by a slight tone but you sensed it.

It almost made you crack for a moment and come to your senses. An employee couldn't- shouldn't sleep with their boss. Yet, as you believed earlier the devil was technically an angel first and you wanted to touch the fire, you wanted her to touch you. However, it was evidence you were taking too long as you'd received an arched eyebrow and she grabbed you firmly by the chin awaiting her answer.

"Green but.. this is wrong you're my.."

A gasp cut you off as she placed her lips instantly on your neck biting down hard before sucking. You felt Natasha's lips trail up and down biting an area she could, knowing instantly it was going to leave a mark. Moans elicited past your lips as you found your head slowly adjusting to give more access.

She sucked and nipped at your skin like her life depended on it, it was intoxicating. She was starting a fire within you no one else could ever ignite. Natasha kissed her way back up to your face before whispering sultry into your earlobe.

"Now you want to keep your job don't you, you want to be a good girl for me?"

"Y-Yes I do Natasha," you went to move your hands in her hair when you felt something restrict you.

A deep blood red-handcuffs the same shade as her hair was holding you back and your eyes widened in realisation. The demon's in your head were fighting with each other as you felt her clamber her way into your lap.

"Now.. you're going to behave for mommy aren't you?"

She grinned at you arching an eyebrow while her plump red lips glistened under the dim lights. You couldn't bring yourself to respond to Natasha, you felt your stomach twisting in knots at the word and your brain go fuzzy.

Restriction on your neck caused your airways to tighten slightly, not too much but the pressure sent a heat to your core you didn't know could happen. She frowned at you sternly, a small crease of annoyance in between her forehead that you found dangerously hot and cute at once.

"Don't make ask twice detka, you should know in the time you've worked for me I hate repeating myself. Now be a good slut and respond."

Not wanting to face the consequences of hell knows what she'd do you nodded instantly a feeling of nervousness that was fuelled by desire and lust rising within you.

"Yes mommy, I'll behave. I promise!"

Your response pleased her, yet your brain didn't have much time to respond as a loud groan escaped your lips. The buzzing sensation pressed against your panties sent you spiralling into oblivion. Natasha captured your lips with her own, red lipstick smearing your own with a kiss, sealing your fate. Signing your soul to the devil seemed like a fate that could send anyone into a panic, but when it was Natasha Romanoff, it was pure bliss.

"Your moans are a delight to my ear sweet girl," her whispers against your lips only spurred you on further.

You found your hips grinding down against the toy your bottom lip become broken and bruised from how hard you were biting it. A small slap to the thigh sent you jolting as you looked up to see Natasha's stern look.

"You move when I tell you to move slut," she slurred out high on lust and desire and you felt a spiral of wetness shoot down to your glistening pussy that was most definitely dripping with desire.

You felt the pressure of the toy increase levels and it took you everything not to cry out in absolute ecstasy but the overwhelming stimulation, it was so intense your toes could curl.

"You're already coming undone are you for your mommy?" Natasha bit down slightly on your ear lobe her fingers trailing up to your throat once more as she whispers into your ear.

"When you lay down on the chaise lounge you'll be screaming my name tonight darling. Yet, did you honestly think that you could get away with that game Y/N?" Her voice dragged down your body as quickly as possible.

Teeth sunk into your skin, nipping sucking and licking into the depths of every single area Natasha could reach. You hands tried to fling over your mouth to muffle your moans, yet your restraining handcuffs brought you back to reality.

"They'll hear Na- Mommy," Your slip-up didn't go unnoticed as a slap to your thigh and a hard bite on your chest caused a cry out from your lips.

"Let them hear you. You wanted a show, I have every intention of giving you one."

Before your thoughts could catch up to your lips a rip echoed through the room as a strength had come from the redhead herself. Gasping as she put some pressure on your clit the intense feeling driving your body into an overwhelming feeling.

As her fingers pressed against your puffy lips you knew instantly you were getting addicted to the feeling; the ignition pushing you towards Natasha's capture. She was easily trying to capture her pray within you and you'd stupidly let her.

"Please.. I need more," You pleaded your brain foggy with lust and utter craving for Natasha in every way possible.

With a single flick of a switch you felt her turn the toy to maximum levels before her fingers were swiftly replaced with a lapping tongue. The cuffs that felt like chains kept to a wall yanked down as you tried to touch.

She spat on your clit and you felt the shit eating grin pass her lips as Natasha heard the familiar sound of tugging from them. Instead she tutted and her eyes grazed up connecting with your own, purposely dragging her tongue up your slit making you cry out from the intensity.

"You're a good girl aren't you hm? Taking your boss so well. Imagine if I got to do a public show with you.. God the way the crowds would go wild as I fucked you over and over again," Natasha lulled against your pussy.

The images dancing through your brain was sinful, absolutely disgusting to others but for some reason like you were trapped in a cage of sex you didn't care. Magic was a dangerous power and a dangerous curse yet she wheeled it all within this room, your body and your mind, your essence and soul.

As she shoved her tongue into your entrance another cry of intense joy, you weren't sure lust most definitely past your lips. Her free hand moved up to your breasts massaging the buds between her tips, sending you without permission releasing your juices all over her tongue.

Ms. Romanoff pulled back and the look on her face was not one of an impressed look, though that didn't stop her tongue swirling around her mouth getting the remaining taste left. That action alone sent another wave to your core despite the overwhelming feeling and you felt your legs like jelly simply from one round.

"Did I say you could cum?" Her voice was stern, boomed against the contrasting atmosphere of what the stench danced with sex, and sweat, desire and fire.

"I.. I didn't me-"

"Did. I. Say. You. Could. Cum?" She repeated her voice was filled with such an authoritative tone sending your mind back to your original meeting.

Had it not been for the handcuffs and the familiar stern look and not wanting any more disapproval from Natasha, you'd have coward away from embarrassment. Instead you shook your head wondering what on earth you'd gotten yourself into it wasn't like you were bound together but.. part of you lived from the excitement; she was a devil, demon of angel and hell with the need to feel her touch.

"No.. No Miss.Romanoff, you did not." Your voice rasped out exhausted from screaming already.

She stood up no word uttered and she disappeared around the back, leaving you to your thoughts for a moment. It felt like you were fucking with the goddess herself, but was it sanity? Was it safe to be sharing sheets and secrets behind closed doors? Possibly not, but her blood-red lips and curves of her body made it impossible not to fall into. A trap of love or lust, it wasn't even known to you within that sight, just the devil herself you'd taste it every-time.

A song brought you from your dancing curious thoughts, one that sent your body ice-cold and your eyes widening instantly. A song called 'Pray' You'd become one to recognise. It was a favourite with your regulars at the club. Except you hadn't quite realised Natasha herself had noticed, but you'd been proven quite wrong.

On the contrary, Natasha walked in with a thick deep red strap-on, one that was already wet ether with her spit or something else it was unknown. But, she knew and had seen it caused a rage in her she hated herself for. Yet, she had to have her way with you.

"Sit back," she ordered pleased instantly you'd complied with no sudden refusals or hesitation.

Without a warning she flung one leg over your body joined by the other leg, until she was sat in your lap straddling you. Instantly, a gut feeling surged through your veins flying through every pulse point sending a fire and ice in one through your very skin. Your suspicions were confirmed when she slowly started to move her hips on you with the strap on.

A lap-dance. A lap dance by Natasha Romanoff, your boss the fucking owner of Desiring ignition. Better yet it was with a strap on.

Her hips moved in a motion not even the most poisonous temptations of the world could, but Natasha out-beat them all. Her hands moved down her body over her hips and you watched in amazement as she began to thrust onto your leg while dancing like a majestic queen. Her moans spilled past her throat, giving you everything you desired sipping her up.

Your hands begged to move and your pussy pulsated allowing some juices to spill out. Your eye's pleaded with her to undo the cuffs but all you'd received in return, was a tut and a small pressure to your throat.

"You can touch soon detka. I'd like to have my fun now. Do you know how long I've waited to have my way with you?" She whispered her hips shaking and thrusting to the beat of the music.

"N-No," you answered honestly to mesmerised by her movements to figure out an answer.

"Since you first walked into that door. I needed you away so I didn't tempt myself with the cup of sinfulness, one that I shouldn't lead by. Yet, when I saw you dance.. Oh my sweet little slut. You were perfect. I needed to ruin all of you," she husked out shaking her strap slightly.

You almost came right from the scene in front of you, gaining your own kind of friction from her strap. However while the music beat sped up one lyric spurred her over the edge and caused her to break the chains of control, fly up from hell and take her prize.

'When she lays down to pray at night.. She'll be screaming my name.'

Something about that song lyric sent Natasha spurring forward and her hips bucked against your lap causing her to cry out in ecstasy. Her hands reached up undoing the cuffs breaking the barrier as your hands finally touched her hips, her olive silky skin feeling beautiful under your finger tips.

Her fingers suddenly managed to make their way underneath her body with a precision that seemed impossible to you and slammed themselves into your now over-stimulated pussy. You cried out in part-pain and mainly bliss the coil in your stomach building up.

She worked you like wonders themselves couldn't work the song blaring in the background. Natasha still continued to give you a lap-dance of sorts but mainly focused on getting the two of you off and fingered you hard and fast, her hips meeting some sort of thrust.

"Scream my name," left her lips and that's all it took.

The coil in your stomach snapped and you came once more all over her fingers, legs shaking and your eyes pooled with tears of joy from how incredible it felt. Natasha followed suite from the sight and the friction cumming all down her strap and some spilling onto your lap causing yourself to groan.

However, she had an ungodly amount of adrenaline pounding through her system as she clambered of your body leaning over your lips and throat demanding one thing of you.

"Suck."

Her voice was raspy sending a pool of wetness shooting down once more and you felt yourself let out some dripping juices by accident. You instantly took the strap on gagging on it as she shoved it deeply in your throat. Looking down, the sight was enough for Natasha to cum right there and then but she held it.

She wanted you to gag on her strap, shut your pretty little mouth up as she took in the sight of what was hers. Her sinful prize, her desired need was sucking her cock so well it was a bliss to see. Hearing you gag she rubbed your pussy once again causing you to cry out the stimulation being too much, yet Natasha ignored you.

She ignored you until your hips jerked up once more being greedy and desperate for her fingers or strap-on and she smirked in sheer delight. She'd made you putty in her hands. You didn't care anymore the manipulation of her job had worked wonders in your mind making it hazed with fuel of her touch and knowing only she could make you like this.

Clambering down, no warning was given as her cock suddenly found your puffy and over-stimulated entrance and her eyes drifted down. Natasha groaned at the sight, how ruined and how messy you were, wetness seeping down your thighs.

Not wanting to waist another minute, her cock slammed into you thrusting hard not giving you any time to adjust. Her lips moved fast and at a ferocious pace causing animalistic like grunts to leave your lips. Your mind danced with her and only her, it was like she'd made her mark engraved her and only her within it and you'd take it all, drink all of her and whatever she'd give you.

Sloppy slapping sounds hit the four walls of the room and her lips slammed into yours as she bit on your bottom lip. Your now free hands, moved into her hair tugging lightly causing a growl fit from an animal that could kill within seconds. Natasha kissed harder, hips slamming down without a single care and you felt yourself becoming close.

"Please.."

She grinned against your lips and you knew what was going to happen then and there. Your boss had won the game of the life time, her prize possession and puppet.

"Cum on mommy's cock like a good little stripper hmm? Let me take all of you," she husked out giving a particular hard thrust.

With that your juices hit her strap-on hard, flowing out of you like a river itself your mouth screaming her name while your body shivered. Hands clawing at her back now the sight was enough to send her spiralling, leaving you just enough time to recover to see the sight.

Her back arched, releasing her own as she had her eyes closed lips partially opened and skin slick with sweat and cum mixed from both of your spots.

Your eyes shut themselves sheer exhaustion taking in and all that could be heard was panting breaths in the room. It was as she leaned down you'd known how badly caught in the trap of lust you were with your own boss, her whispers filling the room.

"I've caught my own trap now, the devil got her prize. And I am far from finished with you yet, mommy's little stripper slut."

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Seed of Romanoff

Dark!Natasha Romanoff x Innocent!FReader

Request | A redhead spotted you in a cafe, and nothing was gonna stand in her way of getting to you | WC: 3,376

Warnings: Non-Con (Trafficking — By parent) | Abusive Mom | Drugs | Toxic Natasha |

You were hesitant, hands sweating, and teeth grinding levels of nerves raced throughout your entire body as you finally entered your house with Wanda, your new classmate turned friend. The girl had made it clear that she liked you, and the truth was you thought you might like her too, but you needed others approval first.

Your mom was really easygoing, most would say neglectful, but you figured that would probably work in your favor. It was Natasha, her youthful wife's approval that you craved, and for some reason, you never got.

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"Hey mom," you greeted her with a hopeful smile, "I have someone I want you to meet." This caught Natasha's attention immediately, she sprung up from the couch and met the lot of you in the kitchen. You were so engrossed in letting Wanda introduce herself to them to notice the way your mom winced at your step mothers touch, her grip vice-like on her hips.

"It's lovely to meet you Wendy," Natasha replied, a cordial hand extended her way. The brunette chuckled awkwardly, shaking her hand out of respect, but you could see the way her demeanor had changed. It made you sad to see Nat likely didn't approve, because you were honestly running out of options at this point.

"Wanda," you politely corrected your stepmom, then went on in the same breath, "and I will be going up to my room now. We have an exam to study for this Friday." The way you rushed off, with her hand in yours, in a fit of giggles made the redheads blood boil.

"It's time," was all she offered your mother, the spineless woman nodded then set off to her bedroom while Natasha watched you walk into your own with the live footage now pulled up on her phone.

You were just too cute for words honestly, the way you plopped onto your bed with a silly smile made her swoon. Then she felt her mood fall when Wanda sat next to you, the strawberry brunette's hand brazenly laid on your bare thigh, and the jealousy was back as if it'd never truly left. Because it didn't, anytime someone so much as looked at what was hers she fumed.

You didn't know, but you were hers, she ensured that ages ago when she met your mom in a nightclub and tricked her into believing she was interested in her.

Natasha was well off, and your mother poor. It was easy for her to convince your mom to give her you. Your father left her when you were just a tike, and she resented you for taking her youth. As if you'd asked to be born, but regardless of the circumstances you were dealt, you were just so good. The kindest creature Natasha had ever seen, an obvious innocence that stemmed from neglect radiated from you, it was what attracted the redhead to you in the first place. When she saw you smile for the first time she was hooked.

Natasha, who was much closer to your age than your mother's, caught sight of you on campus one day. You smiled warmly at the barista, and she felt a darkness envelope her heart since it wasn't directed at her. She took a photo of you, but remained out of your eye line as she ran your face through an algorithm. Confirming to her that you were a bit younger, and so damn cute, the naivety radiated off of your instagram account.

All she knew after you left the coffee shop with a hum was that she had to have you. It was her final year of her doctorate while it appeared to only be the third of your bachelors. She knew better than to just approach you alone, you were far too delicate for her gruff, relentless demeanor. So she set out to learn all about you, and the life that led you to where you were now.

Then one day, when your mom was desperate for a fix, Natasha struck a hell of a deal. It was illegal in every single sense, but your mom took it without even a second thought to your safety or happiness. An endless supply of drugs and a home in Miami in exchange for you, her only child. The concept was sinister, and sadly fit her well. It wasn't even her first time considering it.

Fortunately, you got Natasha instead of the sleaze that propositioned her months prior. In this case, you were at least going to experience love, even in a twisted way.

Everything was finally falling into place for Natasha, your mom didn't seem to want to call it off, not that she really cared if she had. Now she could only work out if she handled Wanda first. No way was she about to let that slut have her way with you, your virginity was the redheads. She quite literally paid for that and your child bearing abilities, your genetic predisposition to fertility a cherry on top of the perverse sundae.

Your mother had vacated her womb enough times to confirm to Natasha that was the case. Surprisingly though, the redhead would've been fine if you were only able to carry one. As much as she wanted to breed you endlessly, until your body forgot how to be barren, she also was fine with one heir and the trophy wife.

First though, before she could embark on her fantasy, came the removal of the obstacle. Wanda, the younger redhead, who shared characteristics with the elder that made her want to laugh. Even in your conquest for love elsewhere did you find someone who resembled her. Whether it be her green eyes or red hair, there hadn't been a time where you brought someone unlike her home. It was a perfect reminder of your looming fate.

"Hey! Open this door right now!" Natasha shouted as the side of her fist pummeled into your locked door, "No closed doors in my house!" The action shook the walls surrounding you and startled you out of the horny girls grasp. Wanda glared at the shaking door and you just sat there with a delicate frown. Natasha had never so much as shouted at you before, so the sound actually left you feeling like a wounded puppy.

Your precious Natty, the light in the darkness that was your previous life with your mom was someone you didn't recognize at all today. It hurt your heart, because she'd never had an issue with you closing the door when Peter was over before. Though deep down you knew Wanda was harmless, your body began to regard her as a threat since your stepmom, who you adored, had clearly despised her. The cycle continued on.

"You should probably go," you sadly spoke up, "I-I really do need to focus on my study guide."

Wanda frowned, but with one look into your eyes she realized your daunting predicament. It was clear you were the mouse that'd collect the cheese, and Natasha was setting her trap. If she thought she could help she would, but deep in your gaze she could see you contently fell prey. The woman reluctantly nodded, standing to collect her bag just as she heard an ominous sound of metal scraping just outside the door. You stood up, and opened the door first, walking out to meet the fuming woman. Your soft hand settled onto her arm, and she lowered the hopefully empty gun.

"Are you okay detka?" You kindly smiled up at her over the concern, appreciating it and failing to see the way that her lips were fighting to keep from amusedly lifting. "Did she take advantage of you my little dove?"

"No," you sighed, smile falling ever so slightly, "We were just talking, she is leaving though." Wanda put truth to your words as she passed by in a rush.

"I'm sorry," Natasha solemnly said after a moment of awkward silence (she wasn't), "I just need you to be more careful sweetheart." Her lips gently pressed to your temple, and you melted into her, no discomfort present even as her pistol pressed into your back. "You are too pure, you'll never know who has ill intentions."

Oh how right she was... You'd never know.

With your front flush to hers she felt her cock twitch with anticipation for the upcoming day that she finally got to claim you, in totality. Tomorrow couldn't come fast enough. "I love you so much, my precious girl."

——

The following day you woke up to a knock, it was a simple two beats, so you lazily got up and once presentable headed downstairs to eat. However, instead of a table of delicious food you found your mom stood by the door with a suit case by her side.

"Mom?" The middle aged woman smiled, but it was weak as she opened her arms for a hug (a goodbye). It held an apology you didn't see; it was better that way.

"Hey kiddo, I'm headed off for a bit," she pinched your side and smiled, but her eyes looked sad as you met them. "Why? For how long?" She sighed, "A month."

"Natty too?" You cringed, you didn't mean for it to sound so obvious that you cared more about her, but it was always obvious. Charlotte never had the time of day for you, but Nat always did. Natasha found it hard not to laugh at your mom, whose face looked sad.

Natasha found the moment perfect, the way you were about to be all hers was beyond exhilarating. It was also a shameless way to check you out and disgust your vile mother. How dare she sell you... Like you were filthy trash... Fortunately you were left to Natasha, she'd never let you go, you were safest in her arms.

"Nope detka," Natasha sang from behind you, the sound of jingling keys followed her. "We're gonna take your mom to the airport, and then we'll get breakfast."

No one offered you more, not where your mom was going, nor the unsavory reasoning, and truthfully you didn't care to ask. Alone time with Nat was your favorite, every other time your mom left you alone with her you had the time of your life. This time would prove different though, you felt it when she kissed your lips as she entered the car after eating at the diner.

"Na-Natasha," you stuttered out her name, she found it amusing the way you were about to resist her advances even though your eyes had yet to flutter back open. "Don't worry detka, your mom is gone for good now, so we can finally be together. No more other people..."

"No, s-she said a month," you whimpered, both from the proposed betrayal and her hand on your thigh. "Your mother is a liar Y/N, you'll see that I'm not..."

The car ride home was quiet, except for the pounding of your heartbeat in your ears as her hand settled on your thigh, her grip possessive, and confusing. It was just as quiet when she guided you back inside the house, but it didn't remain as such. Natasha pushed you up against the door, with a gentle force to show you she meant what she said before, and you believed it when her lips and hands began to roughly roam.

"You're married," you tried to deter her, but she only shrugged and continued to kiss down your jawline. "That wasn't real, I only married her to have you."

"What?" Natasha pulled back, lips upturned as she saw the fear in your eyes and hot spurts of white coated the tip of her cock and spread all over her boxers. It was apparent to her that you were going to resist some, so she threw you over her shoulder and tossed you onto the bed that she shared with your mother. "Don't worry dove, we never slept together, daddy's all yours."

You cringed outwardly, but much to your shock, you felt as your heart fluttered at the twisted truth, and your virgin cunt dampened with her chosen title.

"I'm doing this for your own good," she informed you as she tied your hands to the posts of her bed. "It would be a shame if you tried to fight destiny."

"Natty," you whimpered, feelings disgusted as your core pulsed in need. “I-I.” For a brief moment she softened. "This is wrong, y-you're my step mom."

"I'm your daddy actually," she chuckled darkly, "I'm here to turn you into a mommy, so get comfortable."

No words left you as you tried to understand your fate. It wasn't until you felt the chilled tip of a blade on your bare skin that you realized you were now naked. "My mom won't be happy, you are not supposed to do this."

Natasha ran her blade down the side of your neck, a whimper left you as you felt the blood trickle down your skin and into the sheets. "Oh, you are just as naive as your mom is a filthy deviant; she gave you to me."

"N-no," you cried, you didn't want to believe her, but it wasn't like you didn't know your mom was a disaster.

"Your mother wasn't worth a sack of shit," she gritted against the skin of your neck as her hands roughly caressed your concealed womb. "But you, I just know that you'll be everything our kids will ever need."

"Kids?" You gulped, her words were clear moments ago, but yet you seemed confused until now, and the redhead chuckled, "Mhm, gonna fill you up until you are begging for more Y/N, my personal cum dump.”

Natasha smirked as your walls clenched around nothing in direct contradiction with your pleading words and persistent attempts to shove her away as your lower body pitifully tried to thrust her off. You were torn between the pleasure you'd craved for years, and the strangely alluring promise of becoming her pretty little housewife to push hard enough. "I'm not sure I want to be a mom Natty," you finally whimpered loud enough and she just laughed in your face as she pushed her cock inside of you without preparation.

The sight of your eyes crossing and mouth opening had her prematurely ejaculating, truly sealing your fate.

"Don't worry my little dove," she coo'd while stilling her hips, reluctantly allowing your untouched body a chance to get used to her twitching intrusion. "You'll be nothing like her, I promise, you'll be the perfect mom."

"I don't want to be," you cried, hands pulling at the restraints, but your words of protest were negated as you moaned like a filthy whore with a simple jolt of her hips. “Daddy isn’t in the business of caring detka.” You whimpered, heart shattering at the coldness you were not expecting from the woman you’d adored, but in the same breath you were incredibly turned on by it all.

This idea of being her filthy whore; just a hole to fuck and a womb to fill, was exciting you greatly. “That’s right detka, let daddy do all the thinking for you.” Her speed picked up in response. Your faux display of disinterest only spurring her on to show you just how much you wanted this too. It was a dual need.

With every thrust you could feel her tip twitch, and a spurt of her essence would follow. It alarmed you the more real it became that she was genuine about breeding you. Desire as you might to be hers, you were still in the process of your final year in undergrad, and had every intention to start your masters child free.

“Natasha please,” you cried, legs trying to squeeze shut, and your cunt was slick enough that it nearly pushed her back out but she thrusted against you. Her hips forced yours back onto the bed, and the way in which her tip slammed into your cervix made your mind go blank, and pussy flutter uncontrollably.

"Nice try slut!" Her fingers caressed the bump protruding from your abdomen in awe, the outline of the tip of her cock clear as day. "Your walls are working overtime to suck me dry, don't you feel it detka?" She grinned wickedly as her hand pressed firmly into your abdomen. "The urge to be full of me? My perfect little whore to breed. You'll never be hollow again."

You sobbed, it was gut wrenching, but not to Natasha. This was just par for the course, you needed a minute to see that this was always how life was meant to be. Natasha was your soulmate, you didn’t need anyone else, and she knew with time you’d be okay with that.

“Shh, stress isn’t good for baby making detka,” she scolded you as she pulled her cock out and kissed your lips with a tenderness, giving you emotional whiplash. Natasha slid a plug inside of you, it was efficient in keeping her cum inside, but purposefully short enough that you couldn’t derive pleasure by humping it. Your fate was indeed sealed; Natasha was a lot of (terrible) things, but she was never a liar. Her seed painted your fertile insides white, and every day since she's done the same. Sex with you had become a fast addiction, it took you only a minute to accept the reality. You sorta loved it, your stretched hole ached for her cock the entire time she would be away, you'd become insatiable too.

She wondered if it was the pre-natals she'd been slipping you every morning in your special smoothies that increased your need, but she liked to believe it was just your natural, insatiable attraction to her. Either way, she indulged the both of your carnal desires.

Before work she'd wake you up with her cock between your tits, you no longer wore clothes to bed because you never woke up in them anyways. After giving her head just like she wanted, with your once virgin mouth, she'd allow you to get her to the edge, but she'd always make sure to save her release for your womb.

Never one to waste an opportunity to fill you.

On the weekends she'd bend you over the coffee table, fucking you raw from the back while she caught up on her favorite shows. It was a mindless means to ensure you were carrying her kin, but at night she'd give it to you with more passion than before. There was a new toy at her disposal every single time, you wondered if the tellers at Kiss-N-Tell knew her by name now.

Natasha was a multi-millionaire, no cost was too much if it meant she could see you writhing with a pleasure only she could offer you. The redhead succeeded in ruining you for anyone else, and there was never much hope for another anyway. Not only were you stupidly in love with the woman, but you knew your only hope at freedom was her wife—your mom, who was gone.

That doomed hope of yours fizzled out fast. The month had come and gone, but in the end the only mother present within the four walls of your house was you as you held the test between your shaky hands. Two red lines, prominent in nature, flashed right up at you.

Natasha, the cause, was at work while you were crying in the bathroom. Then you heard the alarm on your phone. The oven was ready... You set two prepped buns on the pan, and zoned out as the sliders warmed. How hilarious and ironic as the two lines weren't the only pair at play here... Soon enough you'd understand.

Your heart soon cracked as Natasha held your son, Xavier, while your daughter, Inez, laid on your bare chest after a successful feeding. It was almost domestic, especially when Natasha kissed your lips with an unfamiliar tenderness.

"I can't wait for our family to keep growing," she grinned against your lips, feeling the way they shook as you gulped down your fear.

What a silly girl you were to hope for love...

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not your regular redhead.

pairings | beefy!dark!natasha x fem!reader

summary | you and natasha are unfortunately alone for the whole day. you didn’t expect her to become a whole new person once she finally gets to touch you.

warnings | smut, dark/taboo themes - 18+ YOU’VE BEEN WARNED! non-con/dub-con, perverted acts, voyeurism, manipulation (slight), mentions of drugs, rough sex, strap-on sex, breeding kink, degradation, slight innocent!reader, stroking, mentions of hurting, and more.

notes | so remember when i said endgame!nat has a breeding kink? yeah... anyway- this was so hot to write. i hope you enjoy! i will continue to write more dark!fics from now on, not just your regular angst writer. :) although that could be both ngl so-

masterlist.

“Steve and the rest are going to have a little trip,” you hear your colleague, Natasha, say with a strain in her voice that sounded loud enough for you to hear – but actually she was murmuring. “If you’d like, you can stay with me. I’m sorry if it’s just the both of us though, Wanda and Carol are gone for a whole month.”

You’d understand why Carol was away, of course, you would. She was always fighting aliens or being in another universe; which utterly concerns you and makes you wonder what is really going on in space. You turned your head over your shoulder and gave her a small smile, then looked back at whatever you were doing on the papers.

“Why the long face?”

If you have to be honest now, you’ve always had a crush on Natasha ever since you arrived at the compound. By her simple appearance, your heart beats faster and rings through your ears. Or even her simple: What are you up to, doll? Gets you digging your toes into your mattress at night. You weren’t oblivious to the fact that you touch yourself whenever you think of her, whenever you hear her having sex with someone else that is literally on the other side of your room. You hear her woman screaming from her touch, her continuous: Please go faster, daddy! Gets you to have an orgasm at night and by that height of pleasure ends, you start to feel guilty about it.

“Nothing.” you dismiss her quickly, twitching your eyes as you place a bunch of paper at the edge of the table near the wall. You can hear her chair squeaking and a couple of steps toward you, your body suddenly faltered and you realize that she is walking toward you.

She breathes slowly and leans against your side, admiring your eyebrows since they’re scrunched. She says simply, “Well, I don’t think that’s nothing if you have your face all weird and stuff.”

Damn it.

“I guess I just don’t want for you to annoy yourself with me since we will be both here for the whole day.”

You hear her chuckle deeply and feel a hand grazing onto the top of your palm, making your body shudder. How would it feel if she had her hands around your waist? Her hands reaching up to your ribs until you’re under her? In her bed? That’s a hopeless dream–

“You look really pretty like that, doll. You could never annoy me.”

You try to smile but it would falter whenever her hands were caressing your baby hands that it was if it’s fragile as you shrug, tucking your feet close to yourself. “Thank you, so do you, Ms. Romanoff.”

“Call me Natasha, silly girl. We don’t have to be civil, you know?”

If you keep talking to me like that, I might as well be on my knees for you.

“Sorry,” you smile at her, then giggle under your breath quietly as you made your way to the nearby kitchen while she was following you from behind. “I still have respect for the ones who save the universe.”

“Respect, huh?” she quirked and leaned against the countertop as soon as you brought out a bag of sandwiches with strawberry jelly that was inside the drawers.

You do have a lot of respect for the woman. She’s the infamous Black Widow, an assassin who could kill you with her skilled tricks and hands. You’re somehow–no, very impressed with her dedication as her role to becoming a superhero and you’re just some intern for Stark. Although your friend, Peter, would tell you that being an intern is a great thing since he was also an intern for Tony.

“Yes,” you meekly say, coating the top of the bread with jelly on the knife. “I do have respect for you.”

The atmosphere thickens when Natasha inches closer to you, which makes you feel like shrinking. You hear her say in her raspy voice: “You sound like a keeper here, pretty. I’d honestly love you if you were my intern.”

Your heart beats again like crazy, just like how it did when you first met her. Just like how it did when she first shook your hand and patted your shoulder, you could feel yourself squirming just from her deep rasp voice and felt it through the skin of your neck. It’s infuriating to even have feelings over a woman who’s probably a decade older than you. It’s just… insane.

She called me pretty.

“I like young girls like you,” she says as if you weren’t in the same room as her, as you watch as her chest heaves and her head tilts toward you. “You’re so fun and so beautiful, so precious and so fucking sexy…”

You burst out a chuckle rather nervously while she explains how much she likes young girls like you until she wasn’t laughing with you. She sounded dead serious, her eyes and her voice said so. You could feel her hand on your arm, squeezing it gently, her face nearing yours. You let go of her touch and quickly say with a stutter, “T–Thank you, Natasha. But, what are you doing?”

“Hm?” she smiles at me innocently, her body getting closer until you are pressed against the edge of the countertop with her hand going high up on your arm, teasing her fingers onto your skin. Your breath hitched when her mouth was close, dangerously close. It’s like within a few inches, she might kiss you. And you want her to, so fucking bad.

“Nat–what’s wrong?” you seem to have consciousness once you try to point out what you're saying, but her hands seem to know where they're going.

“I may have to admit, it took you a while to know how much I like you,” she purs to your neck, giving your skin one peck before she could smell you heavily, moaning underneath her breath once she finally could sense your power getting weaker. That was the whole point. “How much I want you, how much I want to fuck you…”

“Maybe we should–Oh god,” you squealed when her hand was pressing gently against your lower stomach, easing herself between your legs. She looked at you with hooded and mischievous eyes that spoke of sexual thoughts. She was like an animal, and you were her prey. her feed. You whispered, “Maybe we should stop.”

She smiles at you but then continues to kiss your neck, then slowly to your collarbone and flicks the tip of her tongue onto your bone while her hands are grazing in your inner bare thighs. You pushed her away with your hands on her stomach softly, looking terrified by your action. But this didn’t stop her, in fact, it thrilled her to keep going.

“No one’s here baby,” she coos, your mouth watering from her warm touch on your bare thighs that are inching close to your core. Your untouched cunt. “Just you and me, I’ll take good care of you.”

“Oh but–I don’t really like this…” lies. You do like it, you really really like it. The thought of her just pushing you around and her hand all over your neck just makes you euphoric, like high on drugs. But you also have this feeling of fear because you don’t really know her intentions.

“You’ll grow to like it,” Natasha growls deeply and shoves you back a little until your legs are spread wide, your cunt dripping from her hot erotic voice. She licks your jaw and slowly brings her lips to yours. You were in complete shock. You didn’t know how to move your lips, it’s not like it was the first time you kissed women. But this is the second time that this has happened to you. She was skillful with her lips, moaning to herself when her tongue was shoved slowly inside your mouth, her hand cupping your right jaw. Fuck, this felt too unhinged.

She pulls away with her teeth sunk onto your lower lip, making you mewl. Then, she lets go with her tongue flicking to your upper lip and whispers, “I’ve been wanting to do that ever since you’ve arrived. I’ve watched you from afar, doing your silly exercise, maybe when you were taking a shower, and god. I just want to say that you’re the hottest girl I’ve ever seen, and I want to ruin you.”

You were surprised that your eyes widen in response to her confession, and your stomach goes tingly as well as your swelling clit. She gives you a smirk and rakes her fingers to the hem of your gray shirt, pulling it upwards, but you molded your hands with her as you tried to stop her actions; afraid enough that it’ll go to another level – and maybe you’d like that.

“Tasha, wait–please, I don’t really think it’s appropriate–”

“I don’t like bad girls, sweetheart. You’re so silly,” echoes Natasha’s sultry voice, kissing your lips again so that whatever you’re about to say will be muffled by her tongue and her lips. God, you were painfully addicted. You let her discard your shirt and were shocked when she saw that you weren’t wearing any bra. Make her hips inch closer to your core. “Oh my god, I can’t believe I got to touch these little titties…”

You flutter your eyes close as soon as her palm made contact with your right tit, squeezing it harshly while lifting you up. You wrapped your arms around the older woman until you felt your back being pressed by the cold wood, you assumed that it was the dining table. Your eyes finally open and see Natasha’s chest heaving from the sight of your breasts, the way your stomach clenches when her fingers graze over the soft babe's skin. You tried covering your breasts with your hands but were pushed down and you could see the darkness in Natasha’s eyes.

“Did I say you could cover them, little baby?” her voice was on edge, but the seduction was still brightly there. You shook your head in response, but you really did want to cover them since you felt intimidated by her hands and her eyes being beholden to your inexperienced breasts. “Don’t worry baby, I’ll make your pretty headrest. Just gotta be good for me, okay? Oh, I love you already. I think I’m in love with you…”

You don’t know if she was exaggerating because of the high that she was feeling, but your heart aches with how vocal she was with you. How she can speak to you with dominance and care, but god you just want her to use you like some toy. You wanted it all.

“I…” you opened your lips, but you had nothing to say once you saw the way she kissed your belly button, her eyes closed. But then, her head lifts up and says: “Be quiet slut. I told you I don’t like bad girls.”

She continues to remove your pink shorts until your white cotton panties are exposed, immediately trying to cover it with your legs but she was in the way. And when she was doing that action, her face changed into something demeanor. You didn’t expect her to slap your inner thigh that you yelped in pain. “What the fuck did I just say, hm? If you disobey me again, I will thank you. I bet you look so beautiful when you’re all spanked, all dirty, and fuckable.” her voice was threatening, and it made you wetter until your cunt was drooling with juices.

She cups your left breast and curses Fuck underneath her breath, and continues to squeeze it lightly – possibly teasing you. She brings her thumb and her pointer finger to your nipple and tweaks it, making your eyes form warm tears. She smiles at you and chastises, “You like that, baby girl? Do you like me when I do this? God, you look even prettier when I’m above you. All helpless, I love it.”

“Please–I don’t know what you’re doing to me, Tasha… I don’t know what you want. But I really want you to touch me, I want it all!”

She makes a tsk sound twice and leans her upper torso closer to yours, her mouth above your lips. “I want to hurt you, baby. You can’t tell me what to do,” you flinched in pain when you felt her hand spanking above your covered cunt. “You want me to fucking hurt you again? I can be nice, you know. Just be a perfect cock-slut.”

You watch intently as she pulls down her black jogging pants, revealing a purple strap-on that was thick and girthy, and pretty long too. But you couldn’t see it from that angle, so you assumed that it was big. She quips, “It’s big, right? I know that little pussy is so small, that I’d want to crack it open. Don’t tell me you’re not a virgin.” her voice was demanding now, channeling you to whimper quietly under your breath. You were not a virgin, it was taken with a girl when you were still in high school. So, you shake your head sideways and you watch as her face clenches in anger; it fears you yet it makes you desperately wet.

“I’m the only one who gets to touch you, to own you! No one,” she spanks my thighs again and I screamed, covering my mouth with my hand as she continuously spank it twice or thrice, you can’t even count anymore. “I mean no one touches what’s mine. Who fucked you, hm? I bet it was some inexperienced person, I’d never let them touch you again. You’re mine, do you understand me?”

“Yes,” you responded with a small voice, gulping when you saw her eyes darkening even more than it's possibly black. “I’m sorry–no one will touch me again.”

She pulls your panties down roughly and gasps when she finally sees your cunt, which made you wonder why she was so shocked when she saw you taking a shower. Perhaps that was a different angle. She whispers dreamily, “You have the prettiest pussy… I can’t wait to ruin it, look how it’s dripping with your juices. I know you want this as much as I do, little bitch.”

It’s like you could see how her mouth salivates, inching her head closer to your cunt and bringing her nose upwards to your folds, making you clench your legs close. She pushes them away immediately and continues to penetrate your pussy with her nose, her eyes deeply closed with focus.

“I bet you like it rough,” she murmurs with a deep voice and stands up again, pushing you further to the table until you can feel your thighs being pressed against hers. Her hand is holding your neck gently – but squeezing it. “This thick cock will remind you how important your virginity is to me.”

Natasha brings her other hand to her strap, spitting onto it, and moved her hands up and down to lather all the saliva on her cock. If you have to admit, you like the sight. It makes your cunt clench, your clit tingling with sensitivity. She licks her lips and drags the tip of her cock to your folds, her eyes fixated on you while she does so. “Come on baby, speak up. Don’t be afraid, I’m here to take care of you. Remember?”

You were so enticed with the sight of her jerking herself off, the fat tip nearing your hole as her pants were getting heavier by each second. You were moaning continuously now, you can’t help it when you watch the way Natasha is inching the tip closer to your hole. She looks back up at you and gives you a gentle smile, but there’s a devil inside it.

“Do you think that’s too big?” you quipped, but rather laughed it off nervously. She shakes her head like it was as if she’s dumbfounded by the sight of your vagina and speaks to you deeply, “It’ll fit in.”

“But it won’t, I’m scared!”

“I can’t help it anymore, baby… I gotta push it in,” she whines, but her voice is husky. She stops touching herself and brings the fat tip on your hole, she leans her face closer to you until you are millimeters apart and without even one second – she pushes in without permission.

“Ow! Stop!” you tried pushing her shoulders away, but in reality, you didn’t want her to stop. You wanted her to keep going, to keep ruining you. And maybe you’re a pathetic whore because of it. She was fond of your response to her cock sheathing itself inside of you and whispers cooingly but with an urge, “Shhh, it’s okay baby… See? You’re almost there silly, quiet now. Gonna make you feel so good…”

Natasha’s cock sheathes inside of you fully and it did sting for a bit, even now. You had your hands on her back but were afraid enough that you might hurt her. So you decided to hold onto her biceps, which felt muscly and soft. “Fuck,” she groans. “You’re gripping me so tightly. I could feel it… You’re still this tight, huh? You are a fucking whore.”

She shallowly thrusts into you with a kind smile on her face, but you know that’s no kind smile. It was the smile of a perverted woman who has been spying on you ever since you got here. Although you enjoy the feeling, you like it so much that you’re producing more juices than you ever did. She pulls out but the tip was only inside of you, her hand bringing back to her thick length and pushing back in again; making you scream into her neck.

“Oh god, please! Tasha, it really hurts.” it didn’t hurt much. You just didn’t want to disappoint her since she liked you tightly. But you honestly were tight, you weren’t sexually active until now. She pulls out again and shoves her cock back inside of you. Fucking you without permission – Fucking you without mercy.

Her hand gropes onto your right breast and chuckles bitterly, “You like it when I do this, don’t you big girl? Are you my big girl?” you nod at her words frantically while her other hand is in your throat. “You’re just my little slut, my beautiful little slut. I love you so much, I don’t ever want to hurt you.”

You don’t know whether she’s hurting you or not, but you didn’t focus on that. You focus on how much her cock drives inside your pussy relentlessly with a squelching sound that made so much noise; it almost sounds pornographic. She shoves her dick inside of you even more until both of your hips are touching.

“Look at that,” she chuckles again and admires how completely she’s bottomed out. She quickly takes off her tank top along with her sports bra, your eyes widened with her nipples prodding out. She catches your eyes and smirks at you. “You like the sight, don’t you? And you’re going to see it more once you let me in you.”

The lower pit of your stomach starts to churn, knowing that you’re about to cum. Natasha notices how you stay quiet while she rapidly pounds into you, her breath ragging onto your face. She brings her thumb to your clit and pushes it down; your body jolts as your hand tries to push her shoulder again. “That fucking hurts!”

“Do not fucking curse at me!” she demanded, her eyes widening as her hand cups your jaw tightly. It makes you squeal in pain and pleasure as she continues to thrust into you upwardly, her abs flexing with each thrust. “That’s right, you better shut the fuck up Y/N. I hate that mouth of yours, I kind of want to also ruin it.”

Your moans turn into a higher pitch that you’ve never made as her thumb continues to rub on your nub clit, her eyes onto your unshaved cunt. She snaps her hips into you, making the table shake beneath you as she whispers to your ear: “Gonna fill you up, baby. Gonna give you my babies, yeah? Do you want that? Hmm?”

Was it possible for her to cum inside of you? Surely not, maybe it was just an artificial cum that she had. So you shake your head, having your eyes closed still as you let the sensation keep penetrating you. She spanks your left cheek lightly, “Answer me, dumb slut.”

“Yes! Please, make me cum–give me your babies, please! I want it so bad…” you begged, bringing your hands above your head. Both of your breasts were now shaking from her thrusting, and Natasha’s eyes rolled back to her skull once she heard you begging with that tone of yours. “Please make me cum, Tasha. I’ll be your good slut, I’ll be so good baby… Come on, give me your babies.”

“I’m going to give it baby, cum for me. Come on, cum around my fat cock…” you hug her tightly as her head buried into your neck, biting onto the skin once you finally release the climax you’ve been waiting for. White dots start to fill up in your eyes as you hear Natasha’s desperate moanings into your skin, her hips still moving but slowly. You could feel the fake cum gushing inside of you, which made you come on her faux dick once more. It’s like she could feel it, she could feel everything you felt.

She pulls away from your neck and smiles down at you. Without warning, she pulled her cock out of your hole and was in awe with how much of her cum filled your pussy that it was oozing out slowly, making her bring the tip to play with it. She brings the fat tip to your hole and then to your folds, gathers her cum to yours, and squeezes your left breast with a mumble: “I can’t wait to ruin you even more once we explore each other, you know I like some good blow jobs. I know I can’t feel it, but the sight of you just makes me want to thrust my cock inside of your throat. Wouldn’t you be a babe for me, doll?”

“I’ll give you everything you want,” you slurred your words as you panted beneath her, her eyes glued to your heaving chest. You were never fucked like that, never once. You wonder if you’d give Natasha the same treatment, but she once said with all of you gathering that she doesn’t like any toy inside of her; which made you think about it now. The older woman smiles devilishly at you and kisses your lips again, this time more passionate and less dominating.

“Then some good pussy licking would do the case, baby.”

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star-xxx1 · 7 months

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Cervix kisses 18+

Stalker! Pervert! Best friend! Natasha x fem!reader.

Warnings: G!p Natasha, dub-con, Somo, masterbation, a bit of a breeding kink, dom Natasha, praise kink and degradation kink, stalking, pantie stealing, pictures (idk what to call it), groping, mommy kink.

A/n: In order of kinktober, even though I am not doing it I thought I should at least do one, right? Natasha is a lot of things here.

A faint luminescence emanated throughout the void, casting ghostly shadows on the walls and floor. soft, guttural sounds along with heavy panting filled the room. Your name gentle rolling off Natashas tounge as she moved her hand frantically up and down on her thick shaft. The sound of water running and skin slapping echoed in the room, providing a sensual backdrop to Natasha's lewd performance. She continued to watch you through the hidden camera that she had installed In your shower, capturing your evey move.

You hummed to yourself while scrubbing your body with the soapy loofah, having no idea that you were be watched. A pair of your panties were wrapped around Natashas dick as she jerked off to the site of your beautiful body, wishing it were your soft hand instead of hers. You had no clue that they were in the hands of your bestfriend. You thought you had just lost them around the house. Natasha stole them whilst you were sleeping, on one of your many sleepovers you guys enjoyed. She sniffed them before stuffing them into her bag, the smell of your prefect pussy lingering on them causing her strained cock to become even harder.

Her eyes glued to the screen, her hand squeezing her pulsating sex harder. her breathing hitching as she neared climax. she threw her head back into the soft, fluffy pillow with a moan and arched her spine, her orgasm washing over her like a tidal wide. Thick ropes of cum squirting out and drenching your panties. Natasha's body shuddered under the force of her orgasm, eyes squeezed tightly shut as she rode out the intense sensation. Finally, she opened them again, focusing on your figure in the shower once more.

"See you soon, pretty girl." She whispered out, throwing your cum soaked panties to the side. She shut the laptop. Standing up to shower herself, getting ready for the sleepover that you both planned today.

Two hands roughly grabbed your waist. It was the only sensation you could feel. The white soft bedding was nothing compared to Natasha's hands on your body. She pulled you into her front as you wrapped your arm around, entangling your legs together. She kissed your rosy cheek, and you smiled. "What did you love most about today?" Your voice came out smooth as slik.

They was so much to pick out of. The time when you needed help getting your bra off, and you exposed your back to Natasha asking her to unclip it. She pulled you down onto her lap abruptly. She wasn't embarrassed that she knew you could feel her hard on, biting her lip to stifle a moan at the pressure, as she aided you. Or when you bent over numerous times to get stuff out of the counters. Or when you need her help to reach something, she grabbed your hips and lifted you, pining you against the marbel counter with her crotch, whilst her hands roamed up dangerous, close to your plush boobs. Or...

There was just so much that Natasha got to go with you today, being able to touch you in places where you wouldn't allow anyone else to. You and Natasha had a very flirty friendship and were so comfortable with each other. You would pee with the door open, get dressed in front of her, share all your secrets, and she would do all the same back to you. Only if you knew that it only fueled her sexual desire to break you into her toy, dominate you, be your only source of comfort. And even in the friendish zone, she controlled you. It was like you were both obsessed with each other, telling each other every detail. The number of times that you had been mistaken as her girlfriend were astronomical because of how lovey you guys were for 'just friends', but you couldn't lie. You definitely had caught feeling for the redhead, maybe even more...

"I don't have a favourite. I love doing everything with you." She whispered into the cold night air. "Aw, that's sweet and kinda cheesy." You joked out. She chuckled and held you closer. "Good night, sweetheart."

"Good night, Natty." You nuzzled your head into Natashas chest. Her clothed breasts develop your face whole.

Natasha adored your light snores. She found them adorable. Her hand coming down to caress the smooth swell of your ass, which stuck out of your flimsy sleep shorts. 'I bet you're so nice and tight,' she thought to herself, squeezing the soft flesh. She couldn't help but fanitise about you. Your curves and your shape were perfect in Nat's eyes.

"Natasha." The name came tumbling from your mouth In a moan like manner. She stared at you, wondering if you had woken up and felt her rough hands on your ass. But no, you were still fast asleep. "Dreaming about me, princess?" She whispered into your ear, carefully biting it.

She grabbed her phone from the nightstand and got up for the bed, making sure not to wake you up. Natasha carefully turned you on okay the back, lifting up your shirt. Your pretty pink nipples are standing tall and proud. "So precious." She cooed. She lovingly kissed your breasts valley.

Natasha started taking pictures of your bare breasts, and you cute buds. Your ass too. She couldn't wait to add this to her collection of your body. She had them on her phone to view at any time, pictures on her wall that she took down when you came over, and in scrapbooks. She just loved you very much.

After taking around 30 pictures, she stopped, getting back into the comfy bed and wrapping her arms around you. She stared at your boobs. Her hard on getting painful. "You look so peaceful when sleeping, princess." Her hands ducking into her boxers, pulling out her thick cock.

"Natasha." Came the name out your plump lips again, your unconscious form shifting a bit. "I know, baby, it will all be okay." She fake pouted. Natasha moved your legs apart, settling in between them. Rubbing your clothed pussy.

"I've been waiting so long for you, baby." Natasha dragged the cotton materiel down your legs. Looking down at your panties, she saw the thick layer of slick. your pussy glistening in the moonlight. "A wet dream, huh?" She teased. She came to hover above you, each hand planted firmly beside your head. She stared at your soft face, kissing your forehead. "This is going to be so good doll."

She smirks as she positions her cock at your dripping entrance. With a gentle push, she slides into your wet pussy, filling you up. She groaned and bit her lip to contain herself. Slowly and gently, she begins to thrust into you, her hands running up and down your sides soothingly as she takes you slowly. her breath warm against your neck as she continues her slow, sensual rhythm. The tip of her cock rubs against your sensitive inner walls, causing tiny jolts of pleasure to run through you. You suddenly jolted awake with a loud moan. Natasha's eyes flashed as she saw you wake up, She leaned down, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispered.

"Baby, you're tight." her meaty shaft sending sharp waves of pleasure shooting through your body. "Fuck yes baby, mommy's cock is deep inside you. You feel so good wrapped around me."

You couldn't stop the moans that spilt out of you as the redhead used you for her pleasure. You tried to wiggle away, but her strong hands firmly held you in place. "Natty!" You gasped out as she slapped your thigh. "You can't fucking run slut" her hand came to cover your mouth, preventing your cries. Salty Tears rolled down your face, not from fear, no pleasure. "You promise to be good?" Her hips came to a halt, you let out a loud muffled whine, as you nodded profusely. Natasha laughed at your pathetic little self. her breath warm against your skin. She let go of your face, her fingers moving to play with your nipples gently as she begins building up the intensity as she goes. Your arms go to wrap around her back, holding her close.

Feeling your arms wrap around her, Natasha leans into the embrace, her body flush against yours. Her thrusts become deeper and harder now, pushing herself fully inside you with each stroke. "That's it, baby. Take mommy's big cock." You moans mixed together like a lustful harmony. "Fuck, you feel so good," Natasha groans out, her hips pushing into yours with more force as she hits deep inside you once again. "Mommy loves you, baby girl." She peppered your forehead with kisses as your mind slowly started to drift off into a land full of pleasure.

"I love you too." You whimper out.

"My little cumdump," She smirks, a calculating bossiness lacing her tone. Her hips begin to grind against yours once more, taking control of their shared rhythm. "You're so fucking sexy when you take my cock like this. You want me to fill this pretty pussy with my babies?" Her cock tip perfectly kissing your cervix sending pleasure through out your body as you clawed at her back. "Mommy!" You cried out, her cock nuzzled perfectly into you. Natasha's nails dig into your hips as she leans down, capturing your lips in a deep, passionate kiss. Her tongue dives into your mouth, exploring and claiming territory as she continues to pound into you. "Letting you best friend fuck you like this? Such a desperate whore." She said looking down at your, with was twisted in pleasure. "Y-your whore." You stutter out. Becoming nothing more but a mindless bitch for the addicting redhead. Natasha chuckles softly as she feels you start to twitch and squirm beneath her, her thrusts becoming more erratic and intense as she nears the edge herself. "That's it, baby. Let mommy watch your pretty face as you cum."

She groans out, her hips bucking wildly as she feels your cum surrounding her cock. Then, with one powerful thrust, she releases herself into you, filling you up with her hot seed as you scream in pleasure. She pants heavily, her body shuddering from the intense orgasm. Her eyes meet yours, filled with satisfaction and love. Natasha smiles softly as she feels your body shaking from the aftershocks of your orgasm. Her hips continue to grind against yours, her cock still buried deep inside you as she rides out her own pleasure. She pulls out of you, leaving your trembling body, your abused cunt sticky with combined fluids. "That was quite the show, baby girl."

"Natasha." You whined out feeling vulnerable after being fucked so harshly by her.

"Shhh." She soothed you.

You felt your pussy gaping, her cum dripping out of you. You whined as you felt your sensitive body begin pulled and up manhandled. She sat you in her lap, your eyes heavily. But before you fell into sweet sleep, you heard your best friends voice. "Can I get a kiss, baby?" You nodded, eyesight hazy. You captured her lips in a sweet, lovingly kiss before falling deep alseep, fucked out. She chuckled and kissed your forehead before lifting up your limp body and taking you to the bathroom. She was going to give you the best aftercare since you were now her perfect princess. Well, you always were.

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wandaspup · 10 days

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Imagine Natasha slamming you against the wall, pressing her lips against yours so messily as she bites your bottom lip. She moves down your next and kisses all over your neck, her hot breath hovering your skin. She lifts you up and you’re in a dress for easy access. You can hear her unbuckling her belt and pulling out her hard big cock ready to stuff you full. Her biceps flex and her jeans hang low off her ass as she fucks you silly, sweet groans fill the room.

“Oh fuck baby so fucking tight….you like bouncing on my fat cock.”

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writerslittlelibrary · 7 days

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Mob!Natasha x daughter!reader headcannons

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a/n: I figured writing some headcanons was a bit less pressuring, and I enjoyed this so much! I’ll definitely be writing more headcanons in the future :)

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Mob!Natasha who found you when you were just a baby. She heard crying coming out of the closet after she had just killed her target. Turns out, he had already found his next victim, you. Luckily, Natasha was just in time to save you from that horrible life and raised you herself

Mob!Natasha who raised you in the safety of her Russian home. Protected, hidden, and far away from the dangers of the world

Mob!Natasha who only allowed Melina, Alexei, and Yelena to see and know about you the first 5 years of your life

Mob!Natasha who started training you for active combat the moment you could stand, wanting you to be able to protect yourself, should you ever end up being mixed into one of her ‘jobs’

Mob!Natasha who loves you more than anything in the world, getting you whatever you want whenever you want it, yet still making sure you’re not becoming a spoiled brat

Mob!Natasha who puts her trusted bodyguard, Bucky Barnes, on any and every outing you go on. You leave the house for a walk? You better count on the fact that Bucky is coming. You want to go shopping? Don’t worry, Bucky will simply come to help you carry your bags. You want to have dinner with someone? Bucky will simply sit a few tables away from you, giving you privacy yet keeping a close eye on you

Mob!Natasha who is terrified when your existence becomes known after you and her are spotted going for a little shopping trip. She will upgrade her security everywhere, putting multiple bodyguards by your side every time you leave the house. Of course, she still trusts that Bucky is the best at keeping you safe, but just to be sure, you get a few more of her men

Mob!Natasha who sometimes allows you to sit in on her meetings, letting you sit next to her, or on the ground, whichever you prefer. It’s not like any of the people she is meeting with can say anything. That is if they want to keep their lives of course. Sometimes, if you forgot to bring something she will slide you her notepad for you to doodle on, or she’ll just stop the entire meeting and order one of her men to fetch you whatever you wish. She gets to decided how her meetings go, of course

Mob!Natasha who knows you adore her henchwomen more than anything. Your personal favourite is Natasha’s assistant, Maria. You know her and your mom have some more going on. You are not blind to the lingering touches and the sneaky looks they send each other. Of course, you are a big fan of Carol. She is just so cool and nice to you, even though she can kill someone with basically a glare. To you, she is the sweetest human on the planet

Mob!Natasha who knows you adore your aunt Yelena more than anyone on the planet. Because of that, she makes sure Yelena gets the opportunity to visit more than enough. Everytime Natasha has to leave for a slightly bigger ‘job’ she simply calls Yelena to keep you company. Natasha knows you don’t need a babysitter anymore, but she likes the idea of you not having to be lonely. Besides, it is much safer for you to be accompanied by your aunt Yelena

Mob!Natasha who knows how much you adore playing board and cards games, so she told her people to never deny you a game, were you to ask. Luckily, you mostly gravitate towards Carol and her girlfriend Valkyrie, and who were they to deny you a game? They loved your company, and they loved playing your card games with you

Mob!Natasha who, when you start dating someone, runs thousands of background checks, does hundreds of checkups throughout the day, and makes sure to give whoever you decided to date a little talk, letting them know exactly what’s waiting for them were they ever to hurt you

Mob!Natasha who had the best private tutors coming to your home to teach you everything you needed to know, giving you the highest level of eduction you’d ever need

Mob!Natasha who knows that you are financially set for life, but who still allows you to go to college if you would ever want to. Of course it would be an expensive, high security private school, but still

Mob!Natasha who takes you on the multiple holiday trips during the year. You want to go to Spain? Pack your bag because Natasha will have planned a trip next week. Obviously you both will simply take her private jet, but she needs a week to book some fancy holiday home for you two to stay at

Mob!Natasha who, despite her fortune, often books small, low budget holiday trips. Everyone knows those small holiday homes are the best and the cosiest. What kind of mother would Natasha be if she didn’t give you that experience?

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captains-simp · 2 years

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Natasha Romanoff ~ Small Town Monster

dark!Natasha X fem!Reader

Summary: a gut feeling had always told you never to fear the monster that crept in the shadows of your town, turns out you're safer from it than you thought

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Warnings: graphic murder, lots of blood, yandere!Nat, fingering, oral, praise and overstimulation, lemme know if I missed anything

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Pulling the collar of your autumn coat up to shield you from the bitter wind and tucking your hands back into your pockets, you took a quick glance around you before continuing on with your walk back to your apartment. Your hometown had unfortunately grown into an unnerving place the past few years. What was once an innocent town known for its summer fairs and infamous doughnuts from the small bakery in the centre had been branded by seemingly random murders that terrorised homes and shattered the picture perfect facade that had taken hundreds of years to earn.

Many families that had been there for generations had left, yours amongst them, but you had remained. While there were nights when you felt greatly disheartened by the latest front page where a new victim’s face was sprawled across with a declaration that the town’s villain had struck again, you refused to leave your home that held so many memories, one of which being meeting your girlfriend. She too had made it clear she was perfectly content to stay put in the town and so there you stayed together. You found great comfort in having her by your side and perhaps it was her that provided your naive sense of safety.

You cursed under your breath when you realised your keys weren’t in your coat pocket and quickly rummaged through your bag only to find that empty too. Natasha was working the night shift and you didn’t want to have her leave work to come open the apartment for you so with a small huff, you turned and retraced your steps back to the office after making sure you hadn’t dropped them on your way home.

The main light in the office was still on and you sent a silent thank you to whoever was staying late for keeping the building open as you trudged up the stairs to your floor and made your way into the main space. You paused at the faint sound of thudding coming from one of the cubicles and listened out to try and identify what the sound was. As you turned the corner and cautiously made your way further into the room, you picked up on the distinct sound of laboured breathing coming from the source. Female. Thinking they were in some kind of trouble, you sprinted in the direction of the sound until you froze at the sight before you.

Just a few metres away was Natasha. She was hunched over a body that was barely recognisable as human in the midst of the pool of blood that was dripping onto the floor and seeping out of cuts and slashes littered across the entirety of the body. It was grotesque and heinous and barbaric and Natasha…she looked upon it as though it were a masterpiece. She had immense pride and joy in her work that was sprawled out across the desk in an almost indistinguishable heap and when her eyes found yours, she looked to you for approval.

“Baby.” She breathed out in a content sigh as she straightened up but kept a stronghold on the red stained knife, whether consciously or not you couldn’t tell. “You’re here.” She smiled in admiration, just like she did after you had both come home from a busy week of not getting to see each other much.

“Nat…” You could barely manage her name. You opened your mouth to speak then closed it when you realised you had no idea what you could even say in response to the scene unfolding in front of you. Your eyes drifted to the body on the desk and you sharply inhaled when you recognised the face of your co-worker Stuart. You had never really gotten to know him because the times you did interact he creeped you out with his “if I was 20 years younger” comments and snarks. But he was a person. And your girlfriend had just butchered him.

“I know how uncomfortable he made you but you won’t have to worry about him anymore.” Natasha insisted as she stepped towards you. When you didn’t flinch away, rooted to the ground in shock, she smiled in satisfaction and continued towards you. “He deserved this.”

“He…he’s…”

“Not a problem anymore.” Natasha finished for you, always ready to help you out in any way she could.

She was covered in blood. There were drops and smears of it all over her leather jacket. It was soaking the material of her shirt, her grey one that you always sought out during the summer months. It was in her hair and more drops were across her face, giving you a brief mental image of the blood splatting back at her with the force of each of her deranged blows.

“I’m protecting you.” She said once she was close enough for you to smell the death on her. She reached out to cup your cheek, tainting it red as she did so.

“You just murdered someone.” You finally said.

“I did.” She declared with pride.

“Are you the…have you done it before?” Natasha nodded keenly.

“And I’ll do it again.” She said quickly and so surely before leaning forwards to press her lips against your own. You didn’t respond at first, emotions swirling so fast in your head that they collided head on and left you confused in what you should be feeling. You didn’t know how to process what was happening. All you knew was that Natasha was there and she was protecting you. If she was your safety, then she was also your comfort.

“You’re mine. I look after you. I love you.” Natasha insisted as she brought her hands to your waist and pulled you flush against her and backed you both towards the nearest desk, pushing the folders and stationary onto the floor to give you space to perch on it. She kissed you again, needier than before as she situated herself between your legs and groped at your covered breasts beneath your shirt.

“Open up.” She said with a soft tap to your cheek. You opened your mouth for her to slip two fingers inside and hummed when you began to suck on her digits. “Good girl.” She cooed as she registered the fear you originally felt dissipating, leaving you as compliant as you usually were for her. “My good girl.” It was so easy to fall back under her allure. She was intoxicating in everything she did, the way she spoke, the way she watched, the way she moved, the way she touched. Everything she did was coordinated and precise and with that skill she was able to keep you pliable no matter what you witnessed her do.

Natasha’s movements were anything but lazy as she slipped her hand into your trousers and past your panties, breathing heavily when she was met with your wetness as though she was just as desperate to fuck you as you were to have her hands on you. You knew it was bad, that she was bad, but the slightly craved smile that hadn’t truly left her features since you had found her sparked something undeniable in you and you wanted nothing more than to be taken by your girlfriend as droplets of blood dripped to the floor from her jacket. She only let her fingers run through your folds a couple times to collect your arousal on her before she was pushing two in without any more hesitation.

“You’re so fucking wet for me, detka. Do you like knowing I kill for you?” She chuckled as though she knew exactly that and always had. Your warmth clenched around her at those words in confirmation and Natasha rewarded you by inching them further until she was down to her knuckles and didn’t wait to pump them into you again. She was far too impatient to build you up to the pace she desired to fuck you with and instead drove her fingers into your eager cunt at a merciless pace, aching to feel you come undone so that she could push you over the edge again and again until you were utterly ruined and it would be all you could think about everytime you came to work, though she wanted your ex-colleague to be just as clear in your memory.

Natasha didn’t slow or tirer of curling her fingers expertly with each thrust to your already sensitive pussy and began to thumb your clit to amplify the intensity and get the thrill of watching you start to become overwhelmed and consequently more pliable. “I wonder how you never figured it out.” She thought aloud but continued to pay good attention to your body. “All those faces in the newspapers being familiar and yet you never thought to question it.” Natasha chuckled in a condescending tone. “I mean I know it’s a small town but come on, malyshka. Such a dumb little baby, aren’t you. What ever would you do without me?”

“I don’t know. I need you.” You cried out as you felt yourself get closer and needed Natasha as close as possible to anchor you through it.

“Yes you do, darling.” She said as she rubbed your clit harder and let the tips of her fingers stroke the back of your pussy with a firmer and more demanding touch, coaching you to where you needed. “And I want you to cum for me.” You did as she asked barely a second later, compliant as ever, with a cry of her name and stutter of your hips as you ground into her fingers further.

You wrapped your legs around Natasha’s frame and clung onto her soaked jacket, barely registering the blood that stained your hands as a result, as your girlfriend showed no signs of slowing down. Instead, she kept her fingers deeply inside you and rubbed your throbbing clit faster as you whimpered and tried to squirm away but Natasha only pushed you back completely against the desk and kneeled between your legs. Your back ached from the impact but you were too blissed out to register it much, instead your eyes found Natasha’s hunger ones as she smirked up at you and pulled your trousers and panties down with a smirk.

“Nat.” You called weakly.

“Baby.” She replied, affection strong in her voice as she latched onto your clit. “Be my sweet girl and take it.” She husked against you as she slowly curled her fingers. At the action, your head fell back against the desk and your hands found their way to Natasha’s hair where you laced into her familiar locks and kept her firmly against you.

She kept her digits deeply within you as her tongue worked expertly across your clit, toying with the bud how she knew best and you could do nothing but get lost in the pleasure your girlfriend provided as she looked up at you with reck flecks still across her face as a constant reminder of the new identity she had branded herself with. She withdrew her fingers only to push them into your mouth and began leisurely fucking your mouth with them as to give you something else to focus on and empty your head further.

It didn’t take long to make you cum again with how sensitive your cunt was and how good Natasha’s mouth felt against you. Though this time, she took her fingers away and gripped your chin to force you to look down and instead of finding her familiar green orbs, you found her victim’s lifeless body in the centre of the room as though it was on show for you in a private viewing. You couldn’t bring yourself to look away from her work as Natasha made you cum again, showing you the full force of her love in the two ways she knew best.

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