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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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.

well...

Personal Blood bag

Vampire!NatashaRomanoff x FemCivilian!Reader

Summary: In a world ruled by vampires every vampire has their own personal blood bag for them to use. After years of searching, Natasha has finally found hers. The only thing left to do for her is to mark you and complete the bond.

Warnings: kidnapping, drugging, use of sex pollen, smut, non-con, bloodsucking, compelling, vaginal, heightened senses, DomTop Natasha, Bottom reader, double-ended strap on, strapwarming, slight begging, pet names, slight praise, overstimulation, forced self fucking, Stockholm syndrome kinda idea, slight dehumanization, manipulation, fluff, (?)

Tell me if I missed any.

Enjoy!

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With lots of fear floating through your body you rush towards the pharmacy at the end of the dark street you're at. It's the middle of the night and this was the last place you wanted to be, but it was necessary. Your grandma is very ill and needs medicine to come through the night. You're the only one she has left to take care of her. The both of you went into hiding after the rest of your family had been tracked down and captured by their owners. You avoided going out of your hiding as much as possible, especially at midnight, but today it was inevitable. You stayed hidden in the shadows at much as possible, avoiding everyone on your way. The neon sign of the pharmacy came into your eyesight. You reached the glass door and went to grab the door handle when you suddenly felt a presence behind you. A needle pricked into your neck before a raspy voice whispered into your ear, "I finally found you, Detka." Everything went black after that sentence.

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Darkness. After you had opened your eyes the only thing you saw was darkness. You lay on your back on something soft. Something kept you from moving. You tried to pinpoint where you were. Quietly listening to your surroundings, you heard absolutely nothing except your breathing and weirdly enough slow heartbeat. Out of nowhere, a light went on and you could fully see the room you were being held in. It looked like a bedroom. There were no windows, which was strange. You were laid on a kingsize bed with black sheets. On each side, there was a nightstand. There were two doors, to where they led was unknown to you at the moment. In the right corner stood a black lounger. On the left stood a huge closet that covered the whole wall. A breeze that flowed through the room made you chill and look down at yourself, showing you weren't restrained and also completely naked. With all the strength in your body, you called out for help. "Shhhhh, don't waste your voice, honey," more chills crept onto your body by hearing the raspy voice. One of the doors had without you realizing it opened and your captor was now standing right in front of the bed staring at you with dark eyes but with a sweet smile. You wanted to run, but your body wouldn't let you. "Calm down, Detka. You're gonna need your strength tonight. Soon enough you will be able to move again, but I had to sedate you or else you wouldn't have come with me back home." Fear was the only emotion you felt, "W-what do you want f-from me?" Her smile widened and her teeth were shown. Two sharp fangs drew your attention. "You're my blood bag, darling. I've been looking for you for so long. It's not nice to hide from your owner, but all is forgiven now I have finally found you. Tonight I will claim you and mark you to complete our bond. After that, you will be completely mine," A tear escaped your right eye, "Don't cry, baby. Just don't fight me and it will be all okay. This can be fun for both of us if you just accept it," your lip trembled, "P-please just let m-me go. I will g-give you some of my blood when you need it, Just let me go back home to my grandma. She needs me a-and I don't want to be a prisoner." A dark chuckle filled the room, overshadowing your quiet sobs, "O, darling. You are home. I will not let you leave my side ever again. I don't just want your blood. I want you, your body, your mind. I want it all. And you're gonna give it to me. Now rest, darling. I'll come back once the drug has completely worn out. The mating process is more fun when both of us are completely present, mentally and physically," the redhead turns on her heels towards the door, "See you soon, Detka," before she closes the door she looks at you one last time, "And don't worry about your granny. She's been taken care of." You let out a chilling cry.

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Seven days. That's how long you were in that damn bedroom, waiting for what's to come. You had regained control of your body, not that that mattered. There was nowhere to go. You had tried, multiple times even. Every single attempt failed. After the last one, you had given up on the idea of escaping your fate. You spend your days staring up to the ceiling or reading one of the books your captor had left you in the middle of the night. You had not seen her since the day she kidnapped you, but you had the nagging feeling she was somehow watching your every move. One day you searched the room for hidden cameras but you came up empty. Next to the books, she brought you in the middle of the night while you were asleep, she also places a plate of food on one of the nightstands with a glass of water. For a short moment, you refused the food and planned to just starve to death, but that didn't last long when high-pitched sirens went off in your room and would only go out when you eat. You were still completely naked, but to cover yourself up a bit you had taken the sheets of the bed and draped them around you in a makeshift dress.

You had lost a little of the fear in you. Maybe she had changed her mind about the whole mating thing. Boy, you were wrong. This is what predators like her do. They wait till their prey gets comfortable before they strike in a surprise attack. You were casually sitting at the end of the bed against the headboard reading a book when the redheaded woman walked in. "It's time, Baby. Tonight I'm gonna make you mine. I can't wait to taste you," You're eyes widened and all the fear you lost came back. In a moment of stupid bravery filled with fear, you jumped off the bed and run towards the open door, but that small moment of hope you had was fastly taken away from you when the woman grabbed you with inhuman strength and threw you against the wall. She held you by your waist and neck while staring right into your eyes with hers, reaching your soul. “I didn't want to do this, baby, but you and your bratty behavior leave me no choice. You could have experienced this with free will, but this will do too." The pupils of her eyes moved and you felt an urge to keep this strong intense eye contact. "Calm down, Honey. Don't fight me. Go lay on the bed with your legs wide open. Stay still until I say otherways. Do you understand?" You have no idea what came over you but the moment she let go of you you nodded your head and walked towards the bed to lay on it with your legs wide open like she ordered you. A small voice told you to fight, but a newer and louder voice made you obey. "Good girl," she praised you when you had obeyed her. "I wanted to do this a better way but you didn't let me. After this, we will discuss the rest of the rules you'll have to follow now your life here, but I will tell you one of them now. From now on you will address me with mistress in this room. Outside of it, you may call me Natasha, except when I say otherwise," she looked at you awaiting an answer, "Yes, Mistress." You wanted to hit yourself on the head. What had gotten into you? This wasn't you, you didn't want this, right? "Good." Your mistress started to undress in front of you. The only thing on her when she was finished was a long thick red strap-on that was double-ended. Crawling over you she trapped you in between her muscled arms. She lowered her head and sucked on one of your pink nipples, making it harden in her mouth. Her fangs scratched your pink bud when she let go of it, making you gasp a little. "Feels good? Make noise for me, Baby. I want to hear you." While she takes the other nipple into her mouth and sucks you let out a small moan. You start to feel wet in between your legs and she smells it. "Is my baby getting aroused?" Sliding two fingers in between your folds she collects some of your juices and brings them towards her mouth. "God, baby. You taste so good. Makes me wonder how good your blood will taste." The tip of her dildo nudges against your pussy and you whine. Without any more due she starts to slide in. "You're so tight, gripping me. I can feel your pussy trying to suck me in. So good, baby." Before you can collect yourself when she is fully inside she starts to move. It's a torturously slow pace. While she places hickeys over your entire upper body and gropes your breasts, you just lay there taking her like the good girl she says you are. Not that you can resist while being under her spell. The only thing you can do is moan, and you do. You hate it, but you feel so good. "I'm gonna feed now, baby. You will feel a little sting in your neck, but don't worry, Everything will be alright. Once you cum while I drink from you, you and I will be fully connected." Even though you want to have your release too bad, you try to prevent it by distracting your mind from the amazing feeling you're having in between your legs. She licks the pulse point on your neck before setting her teeth in it. You want to scream at feeling this intense pain, but it changes into something else, something pleasant. It feels like your body is on fire. The feeling in between your legs is stronger than before. You don't want to fall over the edge, but it's so hard not to. Her right hand holds your throat, while the other holds one of your hands above your head. Sweat covers your entire body. The room is filled with your loud moans. Not being able to move with her makes you frustrated, but it also brings you, even more, closer to the edge. Your mind starts to fill with her. Her heavy muscled body on top of you feels so good. Trapped underneath her, nowhere to go. You love it. If this would be the rest of your life, it wouldn't be so bad. Without any warning, you're standing on the edge. With a few more calculated thrusts she pushes you and herself off of it, into a blissful state. She moans into the crook of your neck, finally retrieving her fangs. A new feeling overtakes your body. It feels like home. You don't want to leave anymore. This is your home now. She is your home. She places her forehead against yours. "You're finally mine, baby. And you taste so good," her lips are covered in your blood. She brings you into a passionate kiss, and you can taste yourself on her lips. While you deepen the kiss she turns you around to where she lies on her back and you on her stomach with the dildo still inside of you. When she looks you in the eyes she tells you that you can move again, but the tiredness takes over and you place your head on her chest. Her left-hand plays with your hair while the right strokes circles on your lower back. There is no heartbeat to be heard behind her chest, but you don't question it because of what she is. "I love you, Mistress. And I'm sorry for acting up earlier. I want to stay with you for as long as you let me. I'm yours." "Good to hear your change of mind, Detka. I'm gonna take such good care of you. As long as you behave and be my good little blood bag to feed on you don't have to worry about anything anymore. I love you so much," she places a gentle kiss on your forehead. 

After a while of laying on top of each other in comfortable silence, you start to feel hot again. As if something has invaded your body. Gears start to turn in your head, but Natasha knows exactly what's going on. The vent behind the closet sprays sex pollen into the room which only affects humans. She feels you struggling against her but she pretends to be asleep. You lift your body slightly up looking at the closed eyes of the woman beneath you. It's getting warming and warmer and out of your control, your hips start to move. Slowly you start riding the long thick dildo. Laying your head back on your mistress' chest you keep moving your hips while closing your eyes. Quiet whimpers leave your mouth. She smiles at your desperate state but doesn't do anything to help you, you can help yourself, this time. Next time you will get punishment for such behavior. You belong to her now. She decides for you. You don't get to pleasure yourself anymore without the permission of your rightful owner. But she can't completely blame you. She hasn't told you the house rules yet.

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Lonely As I Am, Together We Cry III

PT II PT I PTII

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Ruby knows when a gig is up and that there are two things you can do when you’re caught in a lie-

Usually she’d go with “deny deny deny”.

But- she gets the feeling from Natasha that this isn’t going to fly so-

Tell the truth (but never really all of the truth) 

Ruby does still have a plan 2.5. 

So she drops the scared victim and rolls over in Natasha’s arms, noses so close they’re almost touching.

“Oh yeah?” Ruby murmurs as she stares unblinking into her captor’s eyes- tracing their movement, mapping their freckles, honed in on any sign of insecurity. “What am I trying to do?” Ruby punctuates this by slotting a thigh in between the ones pinning her and rolling on top and rolling her hips just to punctuate her point.

She lowers herself down on the body beneath her and bites her bottom lip as she continues to stare into their - quite lovely- Ruby notes- eyes. 

Ruby knows it’s working. She’s also played this game a million times. But this time she didn’t think she’d win - she didn’t want to win. She was so sure she’d loose. 

Natasha is panting, almost withering, and biting her own lip just as hard as Ruby. She never breaks eye contact and her eyes scream sex. 

Ruby wonders if for the first time- she’d overestimated. She could have sworn this woman didn’t really want this- she’d been expecting the push off and the freak out minutes ago. 

She’s almost considering backtracking and begging, “no’” something she swore she’d never do again, when what she thought would happen, happens. 

Natasha uses the thighs she’d had wrapped around Ruby’s waist to flip them over. 

Natasha is now hovering over Ruby, her frame pinned beneath Natasha’s body and her wrists held over her head while Natasha’s free arm yanks her head back by the roots of her clean blonde hair. 

They stare. 

It’s a pained noise. It comes from them both almost simultaneously- as Natasha lets go of Ruby’s hair and wrists and rolls to the side. 

They lay close for a while, but not touching.

Panting, thinking, stewing, trying not to cry. 

Close - but not touching. Just trying to catch breath. 

“Really?” Natasha is the first to breech the seething silence. “Seduction?” She scoffs. “That was your plan?” 

Ruby sputters and joists herself up on her elbows. She stares down at Natasha flat on the mattress - insulting her survival skills

before she shoots back with, “You insinuated you were going to rape me!” 

Natasha looks like she wants to argue for a minute. But she can’t.

She scoffs one last time before falling back into the mattress, an arm coming up to cover her eyes. 

Ruby feels a bit easier now watching this - she recognizes a prayer… a wish…

She turns to her back and allows herself to sink into the pillows too.  Awake and alert and nothing new… but ….

It doesn’t seem like Natasha is going to speak so Ruby starts…

“Sex…”

“…as a weapon.”

She never gets to finish her thought. Natasha finishes it for both of them first. 

They lay un-touching side by side a bit longer - staring at the smooth white ceiling above them in this perfect place- perfect home. Safe little space. 

Finally Natasha chuckles, “we make quite a pair.”

Ruby regards her curiously. “Do we?” She asks, and it’s earnest. She’s beginning to see it too… but she’s not ready to play her cards.  

Natasha sighs again- looking back to the ceiling but taking Ruby’s hand and this time - Ruby doesn’t pull away. She keeps her eyes to the ceiling too-

But she keeps a tight grasp on Natashas’s hand. 

They lie like that for a long time. Ruby is starting to drift off again when Natasha squeezes her hand and says, “you know I wasn’t going to-“

“Yeah I know.” Ruby ends the thought before Natasha can finish. And she does know. She really does. 

Ruby has lived her whole life learning who talked a big game and  - who -  actually meant harm. 

She’s needed a lot of people to do that - she’s used a lot of people to do that. But she's never actually meant harm, unless it was in the most dire self defense. She thinks she can kind of see that in Natasha too - this need to be good - but this learned insanity that doesn't let you. 

You see, Ruby- she wants to be good. 

But she understands survival. 

She thinks with Natasha she might be dealing with a kindred spirit. 

Ruby knows well how to handle herself.

But nothing scares her more.

And now here Natasha is staring her down like the ghost of her potential.

Like who she should want to be.

But never wanted to be. 

She feels herself giving up a little. 

“I just wanted to get out, you know?” Ruby hears herself saying. “I thought if I could just make it to 18…. I don’t know - maybe I could be an EMT- I always thought I’d be good at that- or maybe even- like- a social worker,” Ruby rolls her eyes at the irony- “but something. I thought I could be something.” 

Ruby dares to open her tear strewn eyes and meet the mossy green of Natasha’s… also dripping a few small tears…

“One year.” Natasha blurts out. “Give me one year. You turn 18 in one year and 4 days- if, on your 18th birthday, you want to go, I’ll give you $100,000 and never contact you again.”

Ruby stares and stares and stares… it seems unfair, almost- except -

“And you’ll never touch me without my

Permission? You or…Captain American?” You scoff. 

“Never.” Natasha assures as quick

As you could ask. 

You’re thinking, spiraling,

Weighing options, weighting refuslas- 

And it all comes down to what Ruby had always known-

“What do I have to do?”

Natasha smirks,

But this time— it doesn’t look cruel. 

...It looks conspiratorial. 

Ruby's smirk grows from within.

This is just the beginning but...

She thinks she might have actually found a friend. 

Masterlist

 Heya! This is a masterlist that is going to be updated anytime I post something. If you’d like, feel free to comment, reblog or like so that other people might see this work. Thank you. <3

Please do remember that all these works are 18+ and contains very dark themes: specific warnings will be given in every single fiction, but please be very careful. None of these characters belong to me. 

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Steve Rogers

Living nightmare. 

Summary:  You were a normal person, with a great job opportunity at Stark Tower. Suddenly everything changed.

No Way Out (serie). 

Summary: you are a worker in the Stark Tower, only aiming to grow your career and keep your life simple. Actually, you were the kind of person who admired the avengers but from afar but Steve Rogers didn’t have the same plan once he started talking with you.

Can’t run, can’t hide. 

Summary: you try to get away from Steve, but things don't go as you expected.

Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier. 

You can’t say no. 

Summary:  you work in the Stark Tower and you enjoy your routine, until someone comes up and you catch their attention. Avoiding him won’t be enough.

Curiosity (dark! Bucky serie). 

Summary:  you work into the Stark Tower and live a basic normal life. Nora, your collegue and friend, is for now your only little sunshine. Until she suddenly changes and all the clues lead to the infamous ex Winter Soldier. Lucky thing is, he noticed you too.

Behave (+ Dark! Natasha Romanoff)

Summary: you have a beautiful and loving relationship with Natasha Romanoff, and everything is so perfect. Until everything falls apart, and by the time you want to leave, Natasha is not your only problem. Another soldier is.

Wanda Maximoff

Already mine.

Summary:  you’re already in love with someone, even after so many years being trapped with Wanda Maximoff. Just hope she doesn’t find out.

I did it for love. 

Summary: you worked in a little shop, making cupcakes and coffee every day. Soon you meet your new client, but you don’t know what awaits you.

But I love you so. 

Summary: Wanda is slowly killing you and she realized it when it was already too late. 

I’m your home now. 

Summary:  Wanda rescues you from an abusive home, but you don’t really know she is or what her intentions are. Until you find something interesting.

Peter Parker.

Tell me pretty lies. 

Summary:  you want to leave Peter and start again. Too bad for you, he has other plans. 

Your place. 

Summary: leaving Peter is never an option. 

My Angel. 

Summary:  you always help everyone, and it seems Peter is kinda tired of it. (request)

Please, stay. 

Summary:  Peter thinks you are perfect for him, and when begging you is not enough, violence remains the only option.

Natasha Romanoff (Black Widow). 

Hush Little Girl.

Summary:  you felt like someone was following you and you should’ve listened to yourself.

Project. 

Summary: Natasha is tired of your life with your partner, so she decides to take matters into her own hands. 

Behave (+ Dark! Bucky Barnes).

Summary: you have a beautiful and loving relationship with Natasha Romanoff, and everything is so perfect. Until everything falls apart, and by the time you want to leave, Natasha is not your only problem. Another soldier is.. 

Yelena Belova. 

Some company. 

Summary: Yelena was supposed to kill you, but somehow she changed her mind. 

Drabbles (marvel)

Who is she?

Dark stalker Natasha x reader

*warning stalking pregnancy

*summary you always feel like somebody's watching you are you paranoid or just insane

I felt soft long fingers tracing against my face before pulling away I woke up in a small panic I looked around thinking somebody was in my apartment. I let out a heavy sigh of groan from getting so fast I checked my phone to see that I was late for work I got out of bed walking in the bathroom taking a shower and brushing my teeth. I put on my work clothes and walked to my job I work at a coffee shop until night time. Where most of the customers are assholes but this is the amount I can handle until I get paid. The door ringed as a person walked in I looked up to see a redhead with green eyes a leather black jacket and black pants along with some piercings and rings on her ear and fingers. Hello ma'am how can I help you I spoke with a smile on my face.

I'll just take a black coffee detka she replied with a raspy voice and a smirk, I handed her the coffee and she tipped me a 20 dollar bill. I was about to call her name but she disappeared before I could call her name. Just then my boss walked up to me and told me that I finally got my paid day. My face lit up with a big smile, I thanked my boss and left work early since she gave me a free day off. And the rest of the day I spent some of the money on food and clothes I am now heading home after the day I had but I have decided to call a cab to go home since my feet began to hurt and get sore from walking and running all over the place.

I saw a black car pulling up and I thought it was my Uber so I hopped in the car greeting the driver not paying any mind to her red hair I felt my self dozing off in my sleep I felt a soft hand going up and down my thigh the last thing I heard was the driver's voice speaking another language as my vision blacked out. My eyes opened to see myself chained up to a bed I started pulling myself against panicking hey hey it's okay I saw the same woman from the coffee shop she kissed my face and told me to calm down and she'll Remove the chains. I agreed with her my name is Natasha darling and I have been watching you for so long but I got tired of watching and now I want you to love it. And don't worry I have your clothes from last night here . She took me by the hand to cook me food

She pushed a plate of food in front of me and just smiled at me I can't this is wrong I got out of the chair and walked away to God knows where. Just then I felt a strong grip on my hair . You will sit here and eat the food or I'll fucking make you! I whimpered at her grip as I sat back in the chair and ate pieces of the food. Will I ever go home?!

It's been months and here I am sobbing at the site realizing I'm pregnant only a few weeks and it was positive. I heard nat open the door and saw the test in my hand your pregnant darling. I couldn't get a few words out as Natasha pulled me into a soft and warm kiss on my lips hugging me in a comfort grip. I rested my head on her chest knowing I'm pregnant by my own stalker. I figured I had gotten pregnant due to the many times to come inside me which was either as a punishment or with my consent and it was mostly my consent. It's okay detka you'll be a wonderful mother.

Dark!Natasha x Wife!reader

Summary:Your wife isn't the person you thought she was

"Mommy can we watch television please" My three year old daughter asked and I nodded, kissing her face, I lifted her up and we made our way downstairs and into the living room. We both sat down and she started smiling "What do you want to watch bubs?" I asked her and she sat thinking "Power puff girls" she answered and I smiled "OK how about I look for it while you get your favorite snacks" I said and she nodded and ran to the kitchen while I switched channels.

While looking for power puff girls I stumbled across the news and I stopped for a moment to see what was on "A serial killer is on the loose, Female around 27 was spotted at the scene of the crime holding a gun, she has been spotted many times near crime scenes, unfortunately we haven't been able to identify her due to her wearing hoodies and  masks hiding her face from the camera, if you happened to recognize this woman by any means please report it the police" The news reporter said and after the picture was uploaded on the screen.

The remote fell from my hand when I saw who it was "That's Nat's favorite hoodie" I said but then shook it off "No maybe it's a coincidence" I thought but another picture appeared Nat's red hair being a bit visible, as pictures were displayed on the screen each resembling Nat in some form everything started making sense, "Mommy I got the snacks" My daughter said breaking me out of a trance "Honey how about we take a little vaction" I said lifting her up going upstairs "Yayy" she said clapping and I started packing some clothes for us "Mommy, you have to pack for mama as well silly" she said giggling and I smiled and took two of Nat shirts, I moved to our closet and started taking up our credit cards and some money and I put on Natalie's shoes and we started heading downstairs towards the door.

It was all coming to me now, I have never actually been to Nat's *work place*, Natasha and I have been together for seven years, married for four and I have never been there, She gets upset when I ask too many questions about it, When we had Natalie she insisted that I stay home and take care of her while she worked.

We made it to the door and Natalie tugged on my shirt "We can't leave where's mama?" She asked "Mama is gonna meet us there" I said and opened the door just to be greeted by Natasha.

"MAMA" Natalie screamed happily and jumped into Nat's arms "What's happening?" Nat asked her while maintaining eye contact with me "Mommy planned a vacation for all of us" my daughter said smiling "Oh did she" Nat said smiling and then turning to our daughter  "It's kinda cold outside how about you run upstairs to get your jacket" she said tickling Natalie and she giggled and ran upstairs and when Natalie wasn't in plain sight Natasha grabbed both of my hands and pinned me against the door and I started shuffling trying to get away "Stop!" She ordered her grip tighten "Natasha let us go please" I said begging "Why would I let the two people I love the most in this world go" she asked chuckling "You're a murder" I said and she stood there "Maybe but only to protect you guys, I'm not the bad guy here for trying to protect my family, I only kill those who I see as a threat to you guys, I did it all for love" she said and I glared at her "You're a monster and I'm going to make sure you never see Natalie or me ever again" I said and she pressed a knife to my throat "You're not leaving and your worst not taking my daughter away" she said angry.

"Mama I got it" Natalie said running down the stairs and Natasha stepped away from me and Natalie ran into the living room towards Natasha and Nat picked her up "This isn't a lot of clothes for our vacation is it?" She asked and Natalie shook her head "How about we go pack some more" Natasha said and Natalie smiled "OK let's race" she said putting her down and Natalie ran up the stairs "Leave and I'll make sure you never see her again, and you wouldn't want Natalie stuck with me now would you" Nat said and walked after  Natalie and I stood there terrified of my own wife.

Natasha came back down with a lot of bags packed and I looked at her shocked "Why...Why so many bags?" I asked "The longer our vacation the better right?" She said and turned to Natalie and she nod laughing, Natasha loaded everything in the car and then strapped Natalie in her car seat and then forced me to sit up at the front with her.

While driving Nat held my hand and I moved it away and she grabbed it and held onto it "Natalie?" She said "Yes mama" my daughter answer "Would you be sad if mama was ever to leave?" She asked looking back at Natalie for a second "Mama are you leaving? NO don't go" Natalie said crying and Nat turned to me and smirked "No baby I'm not leaving I meant to leave and go get you some candy from there" she lied  pointing to a store and Natalie stopped crying and I glared at Natasha.

We have been driving for hours and Natalie fell asleep in the back "She's gonna be hungry when she wakes so I suggest you stop at the next store and get her some thing to eat and it seems like a long drive so get more snacks" I said and Natasha looked at me and smile, We reached a store and Nat got out of the car bringing the car keys with her and as soon as she entered the store I un buckled my seat belt and ran to the back for Natalie and when I un buckled her strap I was dragged away from her and slammed into the car "You think I'm fucking stupid" Nat screamed at me and I was a bit dizzy from the hit and I felt liquid and touched the back of my head to see it bleeding and Natasha let go of me and hurried and pulled me into the car and into her lap "No No baby I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you, I would never hurt you" she apologized looking for where was bleeding "Ok its not serious" she said and kissed my forehead "Baby I'm sorry but as I told you I can't loose both of you" she said and I tried to focus because I was still feeling dizzy and she moved me to the passenger seat and re buckled Natalie's car seat and then placed a hand on my thigh and I rested my head against the window crying and she kissed my cheek,wiping my tears "I already packed snacks in the back" she said moving her hand up and down my thigh and then she drove off.

Let me know if I should post part 2

Honey and the sweethearts

Warnings: stalking, obsessive behavior, passive behavior, aggressive behavior, death threat, smut, anal, dark Natasha and dark bucky. they are no together.

Do you guys like this? Should I continue writing, usually i dont write stuff THIS dark because if you guys do want me to continue it will be every dark! Let me know please ♡

The more they watched the more they wanted her, Natasha romanoff 'The black widow' and james Buchanan barnes 'The winter soilder' sat perched in a small room full of TVs and computers all showing a young girls very day life. They watched her sleep, eat, shower,brush her hair. They watched her every move, the young girl caught the two assassins eye for her charm and sweetness.

"Fuck! Harder barnes!"

Natasha demanded as bucky pounded into her back hole. They both didnt love each other, only screwed but they both did love y/n and as they watched her shower both of them grew needy. Natasha closed her eyes Imaging y/n's moans of pleasure instead of the supersoilders. And he did the same.

"Fuck I need her!" Bucky growled while still keeping his gruesome thrusts, the vibrator nested on her clit hummed making the redhead groan.

They didnt do dirty talk or kisses no cuddles, they only used what the other could give: pleasure until they both got what they wanted her.Natasha leaned both ways when it came to who she was attracted too.

But she was more on the women side of things and when she did have sex with a man she only did anal. Bucky pounded into her whole the buzzing of the toy between Natasha's legs was the only sound. Bucky pulled out cumming on the couch while the widow turned on her back to lay fucking herself with the toy and fingers. Bucky dressed quickly returning to the screens of his girl.

She was singing in the shower while music blasted through her bathroom. Soap suds run in between the valley of her breasts. Soon after Natash came and their honey got out of the shower. Putting on lotion and doing her night time routine.She put on cotton pair of underwear with pink hearts on it and a tight tank top.

Bucky couldn't wait to kiss her, love her, put children in her belly and hold her while they danced. Natasha wanted something different... she wanted you all to herself never planing on letting you step out of the door once she had her.

Y/n sat on her bed talking to her bestfriend making plans to get her nails done for the next day. the winter soilder sat watching y/n while the widow was now dressing herself again in her clothes. her red hair now in a ponytail as she made her way over to the screens that showed her honey. after y/n phone call she cleaned up a bit and then got in bed hugging her pillow fastly slipping into dream land.

"i'm going to gina's" natasha stated.

"you should stop going to her. we're so close to having y/n and your still fucking other girls" bucky hated that natasha aas not being loyal to y/n.

the moment he saw her and followed her home he knew she was the one. He stopped all his sexual relations with every girl expect natasha. he was angery that she were not only his, he found y/n first and then one day natasha tailed him to see what he was hiding from the team. and when she saw his honey she was met with a gush of slick in her pants then she forced bucky to share.

"i dont care what you think barnes, its not like i love her. im just horny, not my fault you suck at sex" bucky wanted to kill natasha sometimes.

"yeah well atleast i dont take it in the ass"

he said natasha walked out the door hurrying her way to gina's. Gina was a short latina woman from the U.K. natasha had picked her up from a bar five years ago in califorina, gina was in love with the redhead and told her many times but natasha never found it in her to care.

"natty baby! i missed you" Gina said before she smashed her lips on natashas.

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natasha was putting her clothes back on her for the second time tonight

"natty please stay, just spend the night like old times." there was a time when she loved Gina but that ended long ago her new foucs was on y/n now.

"i cant" was all she said, the shorter woman jumped off the bed angry

"then dont come back! dont come back to me when she dosent want a woman with no heart, i love you natasha why cant you just let me in! we used to be perfect"

she cried out as natasha just stared at her unmused

"Gina listen to me carefully. you bring her up again, you utter her name or talk about her to your shitty friends and i'll bash that pretty face of yours into my boot. now be a good slut and shut the fuck up"

natasha backed away from the shacking woman who had tears streaming down her face. natasha would never admit but bucky was right she should have pit a bullet in her head just like bucky did to his mistresses.

Natasha left quickly after, speeding back to the tower. The winter soilder still sat in his chair watching the young girl dream a small smile on his face. He loved her more then anything. He could never get enough from her, he bucky barnes would spend the rest of time wanting her and that's why he had to kill the widow.

He had to destroy her, he saw the way she treated women Natasha would love on them, take them everywhere they wanted fuck them good and hard and then throw them away. Natasha romanoff could never fully love it was just a game to her. And bucky swore to himself he would not let his honey baby get hurt by her.

Th next the young innocent girl made her to her job a flower boutique that sat in Manhattan. She opened the store cleaned up a bit and then was ready for the day. The bell above the door rang, y/n's eyes snapping up to see who was there. When she caught a glance a sweet smile broke out on her face.

"Hi Mr. Jamie!!" She said happily. Bucky smiled back at her. When the soldier told her what his name was -his full name she started to call him Mr. Jamie, bucky told her she didnt need to call him mr but y/n said she wanted to out of respect because he tricked his life saving their country.

And that made him love her more that she looked up to him and knew and appreciated him before he even found her.

"Hiya honey, how doin'?" He said his Brooklyn accent coming out.

"I'm doing good! What can I get for you today?" Bucky came by once a week to buy flowers.

"I was wandering actually if you wanted to go on a date..with me?" He asked shyly, bucky watched you face light up.

"Oh jamie I would love too!!" You smiled like the stars and buckys heart grew in size from it.

"Is Saturday 6 o'clock okay?" He asked. "Yeah that's just fine!" The two of you said your goodbyes and he left knowing he would get you not Natasha.

Happy birthday to the fucking love of my life Natasha Romanoff

widow’s web masterlist

prologue

part i

part ii

part iii

part iv

part v (coming soon)

description: with all night to hide from a hitwoman hired to kill you, the stakes are higher then ever. will you fall victim or escape her widow’s web?

can you do a dark!g!p!step-cest Natasha Romanoff x f!reader? Please

Attitude.

Stepsis!Natasha Romanoff x Fem! Reader.

Warnings: G!P Natasha, Dark Natasha, crying, dub-con, forced blow jobs, fingering, dragging, swearing, arguing.

A/n: Being used by Nat >>> This is really bad and quick. Not proofread. :)

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"I am so done with your shit! Your attitude is disgusting!" Natasha screamed out, waving her hands in the air, frustrated. Ever since your mum and her dad left for town, you had been arguing with each other, at even other throats contanstly. Around 5 small petty agurments a day. This time, you had upset her by refusing her touch. She was very quick tempered and domineering, plus she had been very touchy lately.

"Natasha, I am really sorry, I didn't mean to!" You cried out, more tears falling freely.

"You say that all the time!" She seethed. "Oh, I am so sorry, Nat. Please forgive me," She mocked. "You're pathetic y/n."

"Natahsa, please, I really mean it. I am really sorry!"

"You know what? I am done with your shit." Her voice was firm and cold.

"W-what?" You breath hitched, scared at what she would do next. Natasha grabbed your hair, you hand a flew to the back of your head, trying to pull her hand away. She pushed you to your knees harshly.

"Ow!" You whine out the impact hurting your knees. Natasha laughed as she tightend her grip.

"Stop with the whining bitch." She spat in your face. you whimpered fresh tears welling up.

"You look so pretty on your knees for me."

"Natasha, please am sorry." You begged.

"Sorry isn't good enough." More tears came rushing. You really wanted Natasha forgiveness.

"Nat-" Before you could finish talking, Natasha unzipped her pants and let her shaft spring free.

"I can't resist you y/n. You're so cute. So lovable," You looked up to her with wide eyes."Get to sucking baby girl. Show me how bad you want me to forgive you." She slapped her cock against your cheek signaling for you to open up. She shook your head no.

"Nu-uh," you refused. her lips twisted into a cruel sneer. "You're playing hard to get, huh? But you know you can't resist me." You shook your head again. "Y/n, do you think I have time for this shit?! Open up!"

You refused once more. "Fine, you wanna be like that." She let go of your head with a shake and pinches your nose. You tried your best to keep your mouth sealed, but the lack of oxygen was getting to you, Natasha smeared her precum all over your lips with her pink tip, teasing you. Eventually, you opened up a little bit just to get the slightest breath off air, but Natasha was fast. She shoved her cock down your throat and let go of your nose. She grabbed your hair again to make a makeshift ponytail.

Natasha body trembles from pleasure as she sits there in your mouth. You bashed your hands on her thighs, struggling to breathe and get custom to her shaft. You looked up to her with watery eyes, mascara running down your cheeks. Her voice is rough, almost hoarse "Don't you fucking dare try to play innocent with me. You're a born slut and you love it. I can see it in your eyes."

Natashas breathing becomes ragged as she slams herself deeper inside your throat "Mmm...you feel so fucking hot. So wet. My dirty little cocksucker. Such a nasty little whore. Such an obedient little bitch. And you love every second of it don't you? Every single moment." You shook your head no. Gagging and spluttering around her cock as she fuck you throat as if it was a personal fleshlight.

"Good girl." She moaned. Using you harder and faster. Tou drooled a mixture of spit and cum down your chin and onto the wooden floor. Her grip tightens further as she cums hard, shooting hot ropes of sticky white liquid deep inside your throat. Your cheeks bulge slightly as you struggle to swallow every last drop without gagging. After what seems like forever, she finally releases you, panting heavily. You lay there on the floor, holding your chest, heaving for air.

"So good doll." She said before picking up your leg. She started dragging you into the living room. You screamed and cried, body jumping as you landed on the couch. she looked at you hungrily, licking her lips seductively. "I want more." she says firmly. The redhead straddled your legs, pinning your arms above your head. You writhed under her, begging her to let you go.

"Natasha no please!"

she laughs darkly. "No?" she asks mockingly, staring at you with an evil glint in her eye. "What if I say 'Yes?' What then?" she teases playfully, pressing her body against yours. You quickly shook your head no. She chuckled. "Oh yes, baby, let me show you what real pleasure feels like."

She smirks as she watches you struggle to free yourself from her grasp. You're trapped between her powerful thighs. The way she grinds her hips makes it clear how much fun she has in mind. She whips out a pocket knife from her Jean pockets.

"Woah!" You shouted eyes widen eyes.

"Don't worry, princess, I am not going to hurt you unless you give me a reason to." She twisted her head to the side, tracing the knife down you breast valley. She smiles wickedly, slicing off your shirt and tossing it aside before ripping open your trousers and underwear simultaneously. You feel cold air rush across your exposed skin as she stares intently at you, hearing the knife clank on the floor. "Now now," she coos softly, running her fingers along your inner thighs gently. You softly cried, whimpering her name over and over again.

Natasha kissed your cheek affectionately. "Shhh shhhh It will all be alright, darling." She strokes your hair lovingly, whispering soothing words. "Just relax.. Relax..there there..." her voice becomes soft and gentle, almost hypnotic. She runs her hands over your chest and stomach, stroking your hair lovingly. "Mmmh, you're so cute when you cry so helpless," she purrs out.

She moans loudly, rubbing her hand over your chest as she continues exploring every inch of your body with passionate intensity. "Such soft skin," she murmurs. "And such sensitive spots" trailing light kisses down your neck and shoulders. "So perfect for fucking." She moves her fingers down to your clitoris, circling it gently, feeling the wetness build between your legs "mmm you're so wet. You like this, don't you?" she teases, looking at you list blown eyes. "Is this what you wanted? A weak little girl who can't even defend herself?" She giggles devilishly, squeezing your breast.

"Nat stop, please." You moaned slightly the pleasure building up.She continues teasing you mercilessly, rubbing her finger tips over your sensitive clit while fingering you slowly. Your breath becomes heavy as you struggle to keep quiet. "Please, what? Please stop?" She says mockingly, enjoying every second of your suffering.She giggles darkly. "Ahhh, but you can't stop me." She slides two fingers inside you slowly, thrusting them in and out forcefully. "Come on, come on, baby." She looks up at you expectantly, waiting for you to enjoy yourself.

She presses her thumb against your clit firmly, rubbing it rapidly while continuing to finger-fuck you ruthlessly. "That's it cum for me, baby," She whispers encouragingly, licking her lips hungrily. She smiles wickedly, watching as your body tenses up in pleasure. "That's right, come for me, baby." She thrusts her fingers in deeper, hitting your g spot perfectly, sending shivers down your spine. You cry out her name slowly, succumbing to the pleasure.

"Natasha!" You cried out at the pleasure. Repeatedly, bringing you close to climax. "Just one more push, and I'll make you cum all over my hand." She was so eager to taste your. Teasing you with her fingers, bringing you close to the edge. "Tell me, who do you belong to?" She looks up at you, her eyes dark and menacing.making your body shake with each thrust.

"You!" Your back arched off the couch. She smiles wickedly, feeling your muscles tighten around her fingers.

"Yeah, that's it. Come for me, baby. Feel the ecstasy." She grins darkly, watching as you writhe around in pleasure. She watches as your body tenses up, and you release in an intense wave of orgasm. You scream her name one final time, your whole body shuddering as you climax. She pulls her fingers out slowly, spreading your juices all over her hand and licking them with a satisfied smirk. Natasha enjoys the sight of you laying there panting heavily, unable to move or speak. "Good girl," she says softly, reaching forward to stroke your hair lovingly. "It's okay now, relax. Just lay back and enjoy the afterglow." She gives you a soft kiss on the kiss.

"Am so proud of you. Let me take care of you now. You are forgiven, baby." She cooed into your ear. You were hers now, and you couldn't deny it.

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.”

omg thoughts? DASDKLASKDL

Lonely As I Am, Together We Cry.

Chapter 1 PT II PTIII

Chapter 1: Not Under the Bridge Anymore

The gravel crunches under the tires of the silver Bently as it pulls off the side road down a back alley in a part of town a car like that should never be in, especially this late at night. 

The lone female driver has no fear though as she exits the car without even bothering to lock it, red bottomed heels crunching on that same gravel. 

She knows she’s the most dangerous thing in any part of this city tonight.

It’s barely more than a crack den and her nose crinkles in distaste as she yanks open the rusty door of the dilapidated warehouse, hardly even sparing a glance at the ‘intimidating’ gangbangers and pathetic drug addicts lingering in and around her destination. 

She has one goal in mind tonight, and it’s in this shithole. 

She’s wanted this for a very long time and she is nothing if not goal-oriented. 

The one she’d come to meet stands abruptly from his seat on a sunken old couch, Steel Reserve clasped in one hand and clearly shocked to see her.  Shocked - (yet not) - that she had the audacity to just walk in.  

“Well?” she shrugs before he has time to even figure out which hand his gun is in. “Let’s see it.”

He tries to shake off his surprise and nerves. He knows as well as she does how dangerous she is, but he has to appear to be in charge in this situation. They have an audience, irrelevant to her as they may be. 

 “You got the money?” The “bitch” goes unsaid, but its implication is obvious as he gives her a salacious up and down - trying to save face in front of his low life friends. 

She’s not in the least bit intimidated. She can’t be. She lost that ability a long time ago - when she was even younger than what she came for. 

She just smirks in response. “If I didn’t intend to pay your ridiculous price I’d have killed you all already and taken it for myself. So yes, I have your money.”

His unaware friends reach for the guns strapped to their hips, on the coffee table, under the arm rests of the sunken old couch. But he holds up a hand to stop them. He knows she could take them all out before any of their fingers even touched a trigger. 

“Follow me,” he prompts, and she does, smirking at the confused men sitting around the barely better than a crack den. 

And all of the frustration and time seems worth it when she sees what she came for sleeping on a filthy twin mattress on the floor. 

“You’re sure?” she asks for the thousandth time since this negotiation began. “No one will be looking?”

“I’m positive,” he responds. “Heard it from my boy, he’s a solid source. He’s known her for years - she’s never lasted more than three months anywhere, always ended up back under the bridge with him. He’s the one who spiked her last 4o to get her here. Said she’s already been missing for over two months this time. No one is looking for her. They’ve all given up.”

The woman reaches into her dark black bag, inconspicuous except for the gold YSL on the buckle, and pulls out a thick, rolled up wad of cash. “It’s all there,” she ensures. “Do you want to count?”

“No, we’re good,” he answers wisely. “Do you need help carrying her out?”

The woman smirks again, “No. I’ve got her.” 

She leans down over the sleeping form and pushes some greasy blonde hair away from a youthful face, distorted and hidden under caked on layers of make-up applied by a sloppy hand that never had anyone to teach them how to do it right. Foundation the wrong color and clumpy eyeliner. 

No matter. They’ll wipe that all away.

The man watches as the woman carefully, almost lovingly, lays the girl across the backseat of the car too expensive for these streets. He reminds himself that this is the hustle, this is the life and his business has no time for wrong or right. 

But as he watches her red hair and red bottoms climb into the driver’s seat, he wonders if he’s gone too far this time. 

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Ruby wakes with a groan to the worst hangover she’s ever known.  “God, what did I do to myself last night?” she wonders. She’d only meant to drink a little, just enough to stave off the cold -- which she very suddenly realizes – she’s not. 

Her eyes blink open at the realization that, aside from the horrific ache in her head and bone-dryness of her throat, she is actually -- comfortable. 

Not a sensation one suspects upon waking after passing out under an overpass. 

Slowly, she lifts herself up and takes in her surroundings. 

“Ah shit,” she murmurs out to herself. “They must have found me again.”  

“It’s such a nice room,” she absentmindedly registers. It’s nothing like most of the places she’s been put in meant for multiple children, most so much younger than her lately.

Their stained carpet and hand-me-down furniture.  The bare minimum so people could keep the money the state paid for her.

It’s actually such a beautiful room that for a minute she thinks this might be a dream - or worse - that she might want to stay. 

But she made up her mind to get out of the system a long time ago and she’s so close now, just a little more than one year away. 

Maybe if she’d been given this kind of room when she was 10 things could have been different, but she’s well acquainted with the abuses of the system and once she’s made up her mind about something, it’s going to take more than soft duvets and ocean facing windows to change it. 

The heated floors when she stumbles into the adjoining bathroom to pee and drink water straight from the sink almost change her mind.  But not quite.  

Because she notices as she drinks the clean water through cupped hands at the counter facing the mirror that her make-up has been wiped away. Her hair has been cleaned and brushed and her dirty clothes have been replaced with modest pajamas - pink with lace. 

Fuck that . It’s too weird.  

She has got to get out of here. 

She fought hard to survive to 16 and she deserves 16 going on 30. She’s seen a lot of shit and she’s seen this shit before. 

She is no one’s good little orphan Annie. 

She wishes she didn’t feel this sick. She’s pretty sure she knows exactly why she does though. 

It’s happened to her enough times before in her young life that she can recognize the after effects of date rape drugs - and it must have been one of those guys at the bridge and damn it! 

She trusted those pricks. 

But bad drugs are the only explanation for how much time she’s lost. How she’s gotten from a dirty sleeping bag under an overpass on LeBrea to… fuck , this looks like Malibu.  

She’s left the bathroom and has found a closet. She’s assessing her options and trying to pick out the best ones to run in and… also, potentially, what could sell  – and the answer is all of it. It’s all designer and expensive but she can’t find a single bag to shove it all in...

When the door to the room swings open and in walks the most stunning woman she’s ever seen. 

But the thing Ruby knows well about beauty is that - 

It can be deceiving. 

This woman’s beauty does nothing to hide her malice and Ruby steps back cautiously, still clutching a pair of vintage Steve Maddens. 

“Oh good!” the strange woman exclaims. “You’re awake! Are you hungry?” she asks eagerly.

“Um,” Ruby trips back further. “No. No thanks.”

She gets a soft smile in return.

But Ruby knows well how to spot sharp teeth. 

“That’s ok,” the woman assures. “We’ll eat later. But you do need water.” She approaches her with an outstretched bottle which Ruby reluctantly accepts. She doesn’t know what to say next, but the woman speaks first. “I see you’ve gone through your closet, do you like your clothes? What about the room? I didn’t know much about you, I could only assume.”

“Um, yeah, they're great,” Ruby states as she clutches the over-priced bottle of water to her chest. “Listen,” she continues before she loses her nerve. “I’m just a bit disturbed- I don’t remember coming here at all - I don’t remember the police station or the call - I’m sorry, I know I shouldn’t have done what I did, been where I’ve been. But I don’t understand what is happenin’. Thank you for taking me in, but could I please talk to Linda?”

Linda has been there since the beginning. And as much shit as Ruby has pulled, Linda has never given up on her. She’ll fill her in, she’d understand. Linda never really judged her rebellion, and she took her out of every bad situation as fast as she could. Linda will help. Linda is good. 

“I’m not sure who you mean, baby.” the woman states so casually. 

“Linda!” Ruby exclaims. “My social worker! The reason I’m here being fostered by you? I just want to talk to her. Do you have my phone?”

“Shit,” she wonders. “Where did I leave that phone?” 

The redheaded woman traps Ruby with a very stern look. “Come sit down,” she demands, reaching for her hand. Ruby refuses the offered appendage but goes to sit on the edge of the bed. 

The woman sits close to her. Too close. But Ruby doesn’t flinch. She’s had a lifetime of learning not to flinch. 

The woman grabs her hand anyways once she’s sat and uses her free hand to grasp Ruby’s chin and turn it towards her. “Darling,” she states slow and sweet, and her voice sounds like wet gravel. “You are not my foster daughter.”

Ruby is confused for a moment before she breathes out a sigh of relief. “Ok, yeah,  thank you for understanding that I’m a little too old for that mother/daughter deal--”

She tries but the woman cuts her off.  “You’re not in the system now, Ruby,” she stresses her name, the first time she’s even indicated that she knows it. “But you are ours,” the woman continues. 

“Ours?” Ruby briefly registers.” Who else…?” The woman is still speaking but Ruby is already seeing as red as her name. She belongs to no one. And she’s fought tooth and nail for it since she was 9 years old and the last person she wanted to belong to… 

Ruby blinks a few times in disbelief and then yanks her head away from where the woman has her calloused palm resting on her cheek. 

“I want to talk to my fucking social worker. NOW,” she lets out in a growl. 

With which she is met by an immediate slap across her previously cradled cheek.

“You’re lucky it’s just me,” the woman meets with a similar growl. “Because when you meet him you’ll see, he won’t stand for language like that, Ruby .” 

Ruby clasps her cheek in shock as the redhead lays her back in bed and runs gentle fingers along her head.

Who are these people? What is happening? How can she get out of there?

Black Spiral, another Dark Natasha art

My baby

Yandere Natasha x reader

Warning*Stockholm syndrome trauma restrain /comfort*

The wet rain hit the trailer as y/n laid in the bed that she and nat shared while being on the run she had a book in her hand as she look up at the ceiling her mind wandering into the unknown. She sat up walking out the room leaving the Open book on the bed in the kitchen she pulled out some bread and butter knife making a sandwich. The door to the trailer opened and y/n fighting instincts kicked in and she threw the knife that was in the sink right the at door missing the Russian. Natasha swung the door opened as y/n ran into the room but Natasha grabbed the scared girl by her waist pulling her back as she thrashed out. NO LET ME GO!! NO! y/n screamed as the Natasha manged to pin the the young avenger to the floor holding her by the wrist. HEY HEY STOP!! CALM DOWN CALM DOWN!! Y/n had calmed down tears leaving her eyes . Shhh it's okay I'm here don't worry I'm here they can't hurt you anymore they're gone. The redhead brush the back of the sobbing girl head as she lifted her up getting off her standing up holding her as she cried into her neck.

It was now night y/n laying on the assassin's chest as she watched up on her laptop kissing her girlfriend's head while the light of the laptop only filled the dark room. Y/n grip tighten on Natasha shirt as she shot up in horror sweat chest going up and down as she looks around the room. Hey hey look at me the redhead said softly as y/n looked in her eyes holding her as if she were to die was it a bad dream she reached over to the nightstand wiping the sweat of her body with the rag. Y-yeah she removed the computer from her lap closing it she held y/n close to her kissing her as she comforted her I won't let anything hurt you I promise my life on it.

The next morning y/n had woken up to nat not in bed she got out of the bed walking around the trailer Natasha no where to be seen she heads outside to see her girlfriend in the car she opened the door in the passenger seat Natasha held her hand out to the woman. Y/n took her hand sitting in the car closing it as Natasha drove into into the road and once they got farther the car came to a stop y/n saw the most beautiful site ever. A wide body of ocean big mountains and trees out in the distance nat this is beautiful! Y/n got out of the car with Natasha following behind the Russian held the girls hand and took out a small red box she opened it to reveal a necklace and a ring the necklace had her symbol on it. Tears poured from y/n eyes as Natasha put the ring on her finger and on herself too. Y/n I want to be with for the rest of life I would die for you give you the whole entire world would you be my wife. YES YES! The young girl hugged and kiss the redhead. And now the two lovebirds can be together forever even if it means killing someone.

2 years later*

Mommy when it momma coming home the young girl had asked her mother who was in the middle of cooking. Soon baby now go get your sister ready for dinner she booted up the stairs the door opened as y/n saw an exhausted covered in blood Russian. Nat! She ran over to her wife to only have her jaw in place as the assassin kissed her tongue nearly down her throat as she held her neck. Slow your roll Mrs Romanoff let me fix you up it's not my blood darling I just have some cuts. I know its not your blood but I still love you..

thinking of dark natasha who slips her cock into you while you’re asleep, moving slowly and carefully, hoping to not wake you up. she’d get off to the little whimpers you let out in your sleep and to how tight you clench around her strap