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the widow’s bunny - part 6
author’s note | so sorry for not updating soon, i wasn’t feeling well but here’s another part! i think i’m also going to end this series soon, i just don’t know how the ending will appear. enjoy!
summary | Your father, Clint Barton, brought his fellow Avengers to the safe house and it was your first time meeting the one and only Black Widow; Natasha Romanoff. As soon as you and her get a little close, her other side is vaguely showing and it truly frightens you. She quotes, “You will be my pretty little secret, yeah?”
pairings | Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader
warnings | smut ; pet names ; very 18+!!!
taglist | @ilovehotactresses @bepisbeansprouts @heidithriel @mommynat @myplaceofsolace @jediluka @d14n4ol 4ol @youralphawolf72 @natasharomanoff-wife @santasbitch @karmasgxrl @marvel2024 @ripofflizzie @tashakink @natashaswife12345 @madamevirgo @comfy-mee (i don’t know why i can’t tag some of u :/)
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 so on...
Back in boarding school, never once in your life that a person would smack you in the face – hard. Even though you’ve been reckless and dull, never once did a person hit you in the face. And to a lot of people, they would think that hurting someone if they’ve been bad is a good thing. It could be, sure, but maybe the environment is different or it’s also the culture. You, on the other hand, think that violence is just not the answer – everyone does agree on that.
So her apology, her promises, weren’t real. And god you wish you were aware of her own actions. You wanted to fight back; punch her, kick her, choke her, anything for her to just fucking die. But, no. You chose not to because that’s how a good human being you fucking are.
“I’m sorry,” She rasps out as she tries to reach for your hand, but you quickly flinched away from her. Your eyes averted to the ground, afraid to look at her dark green orbs. She continues on, begging: “Baby, I didn’t mean that. I would never–”
You beat her to it, “You’ve said that 3 times this week.”
“I know–”
“Don’t even fucking start,” you began to chuckle, and felt your cheek. It hurts, a lot. Even by the slightest touch, it felt like a whole chair just rammed against your face. Natasha’s facial expression changes as her eyebrows scrunch and look at you with her hard eyes. Now your stomach feels tingling. Bad move.
“Did you just fucking cuss at me?”
Your throat starts to dry up as you gulp and walk back slowly, her demeanor body getting closer to you with each step back you take. You shake your head, frantically, like some scarred child, and responded with a lighter tone, “Nat, I didn’t mean that. I just, you can’t keep hitting me–”
Her hand collides with your neck and grips it hard, pulling your face closer to hers, and begins to spit out the most venomous words out of her pretty mouth.
“Try fucking speaking to me like that again and you’ll deserve a lot more than that, you fucking brat. I gave you everything! My love, my body, this fucking house!”
“Nat, stop–”
“And you chose to disrespect me?” she scoffs and slams you against the wall, your head hitting the concrete harshly as you feel nausea kicking through your head. “You’re just a pathetic little bitch that I own, that I want to fuck, that I want to abuse whenever I want to fuck you. Disrespect me one more time, you’ll deserve a lot of beating.”
This was the scariest statement that Natasha has ever spilled to you – and you felt horror within your eyes. Your face begins to pale as her hand grips your neck tighter than ever until you have lost your breathing. Thank god, she let go of you and now you are heaving with all your strength. You fell to the ground, clutching your eyes tight as you held your neck – yelping at how sensitive it was. Natasha stood there proudly and walked a few steps away to grab a glass of whiskey that was already poured onto the glass. Gulping it down, she mutters,
“I shouldn’t have been that harsh to you, I agree, but you needed it.”
What a cruel fucking bitch.
“You’re evil,” you muttered with no shame and wiped the tears on your cheeks as you got up from the floor. She looks at your deflated body and smiles. She fucking smiled, the audacity! You rolled your eyes and sat on the couch, not offering a seat for her – you wouldn’t want to get close anyway. But then, she did get close and sat beside you, her arm linking around your shoulders, and sighed. You don’t know if that was a relief or an angry sigh, but you don’t care at this point.
“Look, all I’m asking is for you to obey me,” she states once again and looks at your eyes dreamingly. “I’m just… do you hate me that much? I’ve given you everything, isn’t that enough?”
“What will make me happy is for you to let me go.”
“Oh please,” she scoffs and swigs her whiskey glass. “Don’t tell me you didn’t like the way I fucked you. You were begging for my cock.”
You hate to admit it but you really were begging to be fucked by her. It’s unexplainable, to be honest, but you couldn’t disagree with the fact that you liked it. It’s the way she touches your body as if she knows it so well and that is what made you lose yourself in this kind of translation that somehow, maybe somewhere, you could possibly like her back. If she wasn’t as psycho, a maniac, then probably you’d fall for her–
“Someone is calling me,” she whispers with a groan and takes her phone that was on the coffee table. Natasha excused herself until you were all alone in the living room, still hurting from the way she slapped you in the face.
The widow goes into a quiet area and sees Clint on her screen. Fuck, fuck, fuck! She thought to herself and took a long inhale, then exhaled when she picked up the call and brought the phone to her ear.
“Clint, what’s up?” Natasha says in a monotone that she always uses whenever she’s talking to her friends. But, Clint wasn’t her friend anymore. It felt too wrong to even think of him as a friend.
“I know you’re busy in Budapest and all that,” A lie. “But, have you seen my daughter? She’s been gone for weeks. The detective and the police are involved now, and I just… you’re my best friend, Nat. I know how much you love my children. So please if Y/N told you to not contact me or anything because she’s away I just – please let me know now.”
The evil she is, the assassin did not have remorse for Clint. Not even a hint of sadness accommodated her body, none. And that’s probably why she kidnapped you – it’s because she wouldn’t feel anything for the people that you loved. That’s a good trait for Natasha.
“Clint, I’m so sorry but,” Natasha takes a deep breath. “I haven’t contacted Y/N since I left. Have you checked the whole city? I’m sure she’s just there.”
“No, she isn’t in the fucking city! She’s not everywhere! She could be fucking dead–”
Natasha looks by her shoulder and sees you holding a glass of water between your hands – looking down. She smiled to herself, finding you adorable in that kind of position while Clint is ranting about you on the phone. I can watch you for hours, detka. You’re so–
“Are you even listening to me?”
Snapping from her haze, she cleared her throat and responded to him, “Yeah. I understand you, Clint. I do, but I really don’t know where your daughter is. Right now I’m currently very busy, you called at the wrong time.”
“Can you at least help me find her? I know you care about Y/N.”
“I’m afraid not Clint,” Natasha tells him apologetically – even though she wasn’t truly apologizing – and sighs. “I wish I could help, but not right now.”
She hung up quickly and placed her phone back at the table, smiling to herself proudly. Natasha took that very well and noticed how her emotions were stable enough for Clint so that he wouldn’t have ideas of course. She walks back to you and watches how your body moves everything you breathe. You look up, catch her eye, and smirk at you.
As soon as she cups your chin, pulling you towards her with a grip that made you slip out a guttural moan and chuckles deeply at you, tilting her head. Whispering, “I had a talk with your father. And, they found my precious baby. Unfortunately, they won’t find us anymore. We will be moving to Paris.”
Your eyes widen and quickly respond with a stutter, “Paris?! Natasha, we absolutely cannot! You’re making the whole situation worse, they will find us. Just give it up already!”
Natasha harshly lets go of your jaw and walks around the room, her hand placed on her forehead as she looks back at you with a darker shade of green eyes. She dangerously whispered close to your face, saying: “They will never find us. You’re mine, Y/N. Whether you fucking like it or not, you’re going to be with me forever. Wherever I go.”
Of course, you couldn’t do anything but let out a few tears and pulled your knees to your chest, trying to calm yourself down from her statement. You’re going to move to Paris, with the person you don’t even love, and it’s killing you slowly. You remember your teacher telling you that you’ll have an amazing life once you get out of boarding school, and you held onto it until a whole building falls on you and now you’re in this reality that you can’t accept yet. Your toxic trait is telling you that you can escape from her little cage, but you can’t. Natasha, knowing her so well, can get on with her ways. Either you’re with her or you’re dead. But somehow you’re preferring to be dead than to fall in love with her.
THE NEXT DAY, Natasha asks you to pack a couple of suitcases for your clothes. Initially, you didn’t want to and will do your best to beg but also remember that she could possibly hit you again. So, you followed her orders.
While packing your belongings, you remember the times when you used to be so happy and not here in this hellhole. You shed a tear as you’re in this dream where you’re finally free from her chambers, running to your mom as she embraced you with a warm hug. You almost felt it, feeling too real, until you got lost in it. Sighing, you closed the suitcase and put it aside from the door.
I love you, Mom and Dad.
You were now taking a warm bath to soothe your aching body until someone who you didn’t want stepping into the shower, kissing your neck passionately. You groaned and whispered to Natasha, “Can we not have sex today? I’m very tired.”
She hummed softly and palmed your breasts within her rough hands, kissing you all the way down to your collarbone. You couldn’t help but expose your neck more as you want to feel more of her intoxicating wet kisses all over your skin. A guilty pleasure, perhaps.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” Natasha mutters hotly and brings her hand all the way down to your waist, pulling you until her pelvis touches your ass; making you whimper. “I love the way your body responds to me. Let me touch you, sweet girl. I promise Mommy will make you feel good.”
Her hand slips to your inner thigh as she squeezes it, yearning for your reaction. Your head falls back onto her shoulder and lets her access more of your body. Natasha smirks at you and continues to penetrate your thighs until she gets to your cunt which is surprisingly wet. She groans into your ear and whispers once more,
“Such a fucking slut for me, a good fucktoy huh? Tell me, baby, tell me you’re my fucktoy.”
You couldn’t help yourself again and get lost in this sex hole where it’s just you and her.
“I’m your fucktoy!” You whined and she quietly shushes you as she turns your body around until your back hits on the cold-tiled wall. Whimpering at her goddess, devilish sight – her mouth captures your lips and lets out a moan when you open your mouth so she can have her tongue inside of it. Gladly, she pushes her tongue and you felt how wet it was. Both of your tongues move together perfectly like it was made to be perfect somehow. And, you got so lost that you were starting to become an addict to her taste. She pulls away and presses her forehead against yours and smoothly trails down her long fingers until it is met with your folds.
“Dripping for me, kotenok?” You nodded and slowly opened your legs wide for her, she gladly pressed her core against yours as she ruts you only once – you let out a loud strangled moan and covered your mouth as you watch Natasha capturing your right nipple with her warm mouth.
“I could rip out your tits from my mouth, you know that right? You’re such a fucking whore, just for me. Only for me.”
Natasha spreads your legs wide open until your fleshing cunt is finally exposed all to her glory. She smirked at you and then blew on your clit a little before kissing your pubic bone lovingly. Grabbing your ass from the back, she kisses your hipbones accordingly then whispers against your cunt, “I’m going to eat you out until you can’t come anymore.”
“Oh fuck!” You gasped at the way Natasha’s tongue flapped against your folds like some greedy, starved woman. She shuts her eyes completely and moans against your pussy while licking your folds with her talented tongue. The widow looks back up at you and watches your chest start to heave messily. She can see everything; the way your tits move because of her mouth, your hand are covering your eyes as you felt your orgasm coming through soon, and your stomach sucked in and out – almost can’t take at how experienced Natasha’s mouth was.
It was like watching a favorite movie with Natasha; she loved everything that she saw from you.
“Fuck me hard, fuck me harder! Please–I can’t take it!” you begged loudly. It was all too much, the tongue, the moans, the redhead who’s currently eating you out like it was her last meal – everything was too much. You couldn’t handle it, it all felt too powerful. Too good. Natasha glances back up at you and teasingly presses her entire mouth onto your cunt hard.
She pulls away – although still close to your wet cunt – and spreads your folds with two of her fingers. Then, smirking, she spits on your cunt and licks the fat nub of your clit, making you lose yourself once more. You didn’t even realize that more of your juices were gushing out, pleasing Natasha, and ate it like a champ. She mumbles onto your clit, “Taste so fucking good for me. God, play with your tits. Let Mommy make you come.”
You followed her orders and played with your breasts with both of your hands, kind of frightened because you had no support. Well, one of your legs was placed on Natasha’s shoulders as she greedily eats your cunt. You swallowed hard and played with your nipples as you were about to reach your climax. You can see her eyes attached to where she was lapping all your juices, growling hungrily. If you were going to admit, that turned you on so much more–
“God damn it, baby, you taste so fucking good,” the woman lets out an aggressive sigh. She plays your clit with the tip of her tongue as you try to grind your core against her face for more friction. Your hands were threaded full of her hair and continued to rut against her face until you felt your orgasm coming in any second.
“Nat, I’m going to cum!” you held your breath as you tried your best not to orgasm without the woman’s consent. She looks at you with her usual devious eyes and winks at you. You’re about to lose it.
“Cum in my mouth, baby girl, let mommy feel your cum,” Natasha murmurs right against your cunt, letting out a hum to make a vibration that made you even crazier than before. You finally lose control as you come hard inside of her greedy mouth, moaning and shrieking at the same time. You’re pretty sure you’ve made an awfully a lot of pornographic sounds, not that you’re complaining. You chanted, “Thank you” while still coming inside of her mouth as Natasha took it with a munch formulating her mouth.
As soon as you came down, your pussy muscles stopped clenching on her tongue and the woman pulls away from you – licking her mouth with satisfaction. Natasha finally stands up from the tiled floor and pulls you into a heated kiss. Both of you let out a desperate moan and continued to dance your tongues together as her hands trailed down onto the back of your waist, pulling you much closer to her naked body. She suddenly bites down on your bottom lip and pulls it out, making you whine in pain and most of all, pleasure. The woman chuckles again and grabs your left leg to wrap it around her hips.
“Did you feel good, baby?” she asks while kissing down on your neck sloppily. You nodded, too tired to speak as you’re still coming down from your high, and replied with a breathless whisper: “Yes, I feel so good.”
“Hmm,” Natasha smiles into your neck and looks back into your hooded eyes, pouting slightly. She pecks your lips gently and nuzzles her nose with yours. You soon close your eyes while the woman, who just ate you out, trails her hands up and down on your arm with so much tenderness that you almost believed that this was another Natasha you’re with. Natasha, this version of her, is comforting for you. Because she wasn’t as mean or would hit you out of nowhere, she’s just loving and caring all at the same time.
And that’s probably scary because you could never trust someone like how you trusted Natasha before.
“I love you,” she whispers to your mouth, smiling to herself as soon as she confessed her love for you. “I love you so much, my detka. My kotenok. You’re the love of my life, I’ll do anything for you. Anything.”
The water trails down onto both of your bodies as you crept a small smile on your face, feeling giddy with her small confession that it’s possible it won’t mean anything the next day. But, you’re so lost within this phase that it’s hard to get out of it. You want to stay here with her, like this. Maybe it’s all you ever needed and desperately wanted, sure, and it doesn’t feel like you.
Who cares about that right now, anyway?
Without even thinking about it, you said it back – with so much affection that it disbeliefs Natasha completely.
“I love you too, Natasha.”
She lets out a relieved laugh and after a solid 30 seconds, it dies down and sighs with a smile on her face. Natasha crept her lips onto yours once again, feeling the water prickling on both of your mouths, and pulls away with a broken voice, responding: “I love you more, I promise.”
Something inside of you tells you that maybe you should try learning how to love a psychopathic woman, even though it’s not what you wanted or did, but you could try. You can try. Because this is your reality now. There’s no escaping to that.
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“Bonjour Madame! Que puis-je faire pour vous aujourd'hui?”
“I don’t speak french, sorry–”
“Deux verres de vin, s'il vous plaît. Et Aussi, peut-être un beignet glacé,” Natasha responds to the waiter with a tight lip smile across her face while you sat there, stunned at how impressive the accent was. You felt intimidated. The waiter smiles at both of you and walks away, leaving you both alone at an expensive restaurant, somewhere around the road in France. You and her just arrived from Ohio today and Natasha decided to take you to a lovely restaurant that was a bit far from your destination for later.
“This is a nice place,” you say after a long-dead silence between you two. She looks back up at you, giving you a small smile.
“France is pretty, yeah?”
“Very,” you responded while taking a swig of your glass that was on the table, taking a large amount of gulp. Continuing, you said: “So, are we staying here forever? What’s your plan now, Romanoff?”
She lets out a light chuckle before putting the newspaper down on the table, leaning against the chair, and clasping her hands together as she places it on her lap. Sighing, she responds: “Don’t call me that, kotenok. We are far off from formality, and no. Maybe. I don’t know yet, we might go to Russia.”
For the past few hours, you have started to make a plan inside your head that goes along with “how-to-love-a-psychopath-even-though-you-don’t-want-to-love-her”. And right now, you have two. One, you pretend to love the way she talks or her action towards you. Two, let her fuck you since you’re only good for that. It sounds as difficult as it seems, but it’s really not. You just need to fake it… right?
Fake it? Should I also fake my orgasm too?
“You alright, sweet girl?”
You shook your head lightly as you snapped out from your daydream or whatever, and looked back at her with an apologetic smile. She smiles back and leans against the table; eyes piercing at you. She then brings her hand onto the table and softly takes your hand, kissing your knuckles gently. If you’re going to be honest, just a quick honesty, you like the way she pecks your skin.
You’re fucking insane.
Kissing it once more, she whispers onto your knuckles: “I can’t wait for us to settle in. I want to be able to fully ravish you in our new home. Everywhere. Doesn’t that sound perfect, baby?”
“Mhm,” you responded with a hum and closed your eyes, imagining a scene where she was taking you to every spot that was available inside your humble abode. The couch, the kitchen counter, the bathroom, and especially the bedroom–
“Here are your drinks and food,” the waiter says with a thick french accent and places the wine glass down with a bottle of red wine. He smiles once again and leaves.
As you simmer the wine in your hands, you watch Natasha as she brings the rim of the glass to her mouth, takes a sip of her wine, and smiles gently at you with teeth. You smiled back and took a small sip and clutched your eyes at how rich the taste was. You’ve never tried expensive wine in your entire life, so this was all new to you.
“Never tried the finest wine, huh?” she asks while smugly putting her arm against the chair that supports her back. You giggled and nodded at her – feeling a little embarrassed with your own reaction.
She says, “It’s okay, darling. That’s perfectly–”
Y/N Barton, a 20-year-old, went missing in Brooklyn, New York. Investigators and the FBI are currently hunting for who could be the possible kidnapper of the child, and there are none for now. The girl has been missing for weeks now, and the Barton family will do everything they can to find the girl.
You heard your own name on the radio that was a few feet away from you as you looked at Natasha with horror in your eyes. She looks back at you and clenches her jaw. Fuck, she’s dead. We’re all dead.
“Come on,” she mutters and grabs your wrist, walking out of the restaurant as fast as you can. She immediately brings you inside her black SUV, almost pushing you inside, and closes the door with a loud shut. You bite your bottom lip with fear and press your knees together as you watch the older woman turn the ignition and drive away with a screech.
“Isn’t it stupid that we had to leave so soon? They’ll have suspicions over us–”
You can’t believe that you’re helping a kidnapper who is driving you both away from the restaurant you stepped in. And, more to that, you can’t believe you heard your own full name on the radio. They were going to find you, finally–no–you don’t even know at this point, you’re just confused. Natasha grabs your right hand and kisses the back of it roughly, whispering: “They’ll never find us. I promise. Okay?”
Without saying anything else, you muttered an: “Okay.” and continue to sit back tight as she drives you to the new house that you and her are going to live in – for now. Honestly, you can’t help but get into deep thoughts about why you are helping her to escape from the right authorities. Maybe you were getting comfortable with her? Or you just don’t want to be back in an isolated area where you’ve been awful. Or maybe, you’re falling in love with Natasha.
You scoff quietly to yourself, how can you be in love with Natasha when the only thing she does is to fuck you and hit you on the face; and also call you degrading names. But, you’re starting to feel sorry for the woman and have this connection towards her where you can fully open up to yourself. And, that’s merely not going to happen.
Right?
#natasha romanoff x reader#natasha romanoff x you#natasha romanoff fanfic#natasha romanoff#dark!natasha#black widow x reader#black widow x you#smut#smut and angst#possessive natasha#twbseries
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the widow’s bunny - part 5
author’s note | helluuuurrr! i hope you enjoy this chapter but it could be very triggering, so i’m just warning you. please don’t read if you aren’t comfortable.
summary | Your father, Clint Barton, brought his fellow Avengers to the safe house and it was your first time meeting the one and only Black Widow; Natasha Romanoff. As soon as you and her get a little close, her other side is vaguely showing and it truly frightens you. She quotes, “You will be my pretty little secret, yeah?”
pairings | Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader
warnings | heavy smut ; strap-on use ; daddy kink ; pet names ; slut shaming ; abusive behavior ; very (18)+!!
taglist | @ilovehotactresses @bepisbeansprouts @heidithriel @mommynat @myplaceofsolace @jediluka @d14n4ol 4ol @youralphawolf72 @natasharomanoff-wife @santasbitch @karmasgxrl @marvel2024 @ripofflizzie @tashakink @natashaswife12345 @madamevirgo @comfy-mee (i don’t know why i can’t tag some of u :/)
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 so on...
Days passed by until Natasha’s needs are starting to overtake her body. You berated the woman to the point that you don’t want her sleeping next to you and for Natasha, well, she didn’t take that well.
She would forcefully shut you up by smacking your face, making you even more desperate to just die on the spot where you don’t have to suffer the pain that is cost. And then, as usual, the widow would apologize and give you the most comforting kisses all over your heated cheeks. As long as you want to hate it, loathe it, despise it, you like her kisses. You liked the way she comforts you with them; especially with her words of love.
Maybe you were just as disgusting as her.
That morning when you woke up, your head spun when Natasha starts grinding her pelvis against your covered ass – making you let out a shuddering breath and inhale it as you feel her hand dip through your sweats. Her lips were taking action to your ear and whispered hotly: “You are so beautiful when you’re asleep. I couldn’t help myself anymore, I won’t fuck you until you tell me to. I promise you, detka, I’ll be very gentle at first.”
You don’t want to give in, you really don’t, but you hate to admit that you’ve been quite aroused these past couple of days. Not just by Natasha, no, you try your best to think of someone else instead of her but you would like to experience how she’ll take you mindlessly. Surely, this experienced woman is good in bed. Plus, she’s way older than you so you would like to see a scene of that.
“Would it hurt?” you asked quietly.
Natasha chuckles deep in your ear, still grinding onto your ass like some maniac in charge, “You haven’t had sex in a while, yeah pretty girl?”
As you nod your head slowly, she flashes a toothy creepy smile that sends chills through your body.
“Let me fuck you, please kotenok,” Her voice seems to get desperate and whiny as she gives a sharp thrust to your ass, letting out an accidental moan that she would probably enjoy once you give yourself to her.
“Natasha,” You breathed out when the widow’s bigger hand cupped at your right breast, tweaking your nipples through your shirt, making you roll your eyes at the back of your head. Her fingers that were latched onto your nipple felt incredibly good. You wanted more, you needed more the way she needed more and pushed your ass back at hers; letting the dominant widow moan into your ears.
Oh god, what did I get myself into?
“Tell me verbally,” she asks while grinding back at you, this time pistoning her hips to feel the friction that she needs to feel. “Tell me right now that you want to be fucked.”
“I want to be fucked,” You whispered onto her mouth that was hovering against your lips and grind back your ass against her, grabbing the hand that was inside of your sweats to pull it back up and massage your breast roughly. She eagerly complied and finally closed the distance between you two.
You wouldn’t say it was a brutal kiss yet it wasn’t passionate either, it was more like a sense of need. Her lips were soft and supple, it tasted like those Burt's bees chap lipstick that tasted nothing. But, she tasted sweet. Like, really sweet.
Sensing your need to be touched, Natasha spoke with a lighter voice but with more dominance with it.
“I’ve wanted you for so long,” the woman above you turns your shoulder until your back is flat against the mattress as you watch her being enthralled over your body, which seems to be majestic when it comes to her. She lifts your torso a bit to take off your see-through white shirt until your nipples are exposed to her glory.
“God, you are so beautiful,” She praises. Her devious hands maneuver to your naked torso and grab your ribs, pushing you back down onto the cold mattress. You gasped, but suddenly your throat felt blocked – obstructed by her simple touch on you. You hate her, you do, but maybe this sexual encounter could relieve some of your stress. After all, you were here little pet.
Without hesitation, Natasha placed her soft wet lips onto your cleavage and licked it up until it reached your neck. You suppressed a moan, afraid enough to make an eager sound to make it seem like you want her. But you do, god you do – and you aren’t even denying it anymore.
Pulling away, the woman asked breathlessly: “You want to be fucked by your mommy? You want me to make you come onto my cock? Don’t worry baby, I have a collection inside of that closet that I’d like to try out. Let me take care of you.”
It frightens you a bit, yet there was this wave of fire within you that you couldn't seem to shake it off. Gratefully, you opened your legs for the woman to penetrate, and boy, she was pleased to see you falling into her little game. Natasha cooly takes off her tank top, revealing her lace black bra that was holding her breasts – and you caught yourself staring at them. They look so soft and–
“Such a dumb little baby,” She whispers to your ear and palms your breasts roughly; making you whimper with pleasure. “My fucktoy. A little plaything for me to use, huh baby? Come on, talk to me, sweetheart.”
You struggled to form your words as the woman trails her finger down to the middle of your stomach that was suddenly sucking in from her intoxicating touch. “Please, please, please! Just… fuck me, Natasha. Just do it–”
Smack! She slaps your outer thighs harshly and it makes you bite down your lower lip hard as the sting accommodates through your entire system. God, the way you crave for this woman who kidnapped and made you their little pet is entirely the most beautiful devious woman that you’ve ever met. You want to push her away from you but you crave so much for her touch that you’d let her do anything at this point.
“When I bring out that cock, you better call me daddy,” She chastises while her lips peck on your inner neck. “When it’s my fingers, you can call me mommy. Understood, little one?”
You nodded frantically as you form words into your head but cannot seem to say them at the tip of your tongue, you were quite stunned and aroused from the penetration that Natasha was giving you. You loathe it. You love it. You need it.
“Y–Yes, Mommy.”
She groans at the nickname that has slipped out from your tiny mouth and immediately relishes your lips with hers. Pulling away with a loud pop, She mutters something in Russian that you can’t understand – but it was severely hot.
Slowly, she unties the laces of your shorts and leisurely pulls it down, exposing your underwear that was in front of her green irises. The redhead looks back up at you and gives a devilish smirk. You whimpered and shut your eyes tightly as you felt her warm breath on your pelvis.
“Such a pretty underwear, but you know I would love it if it’s off, right slut?”
You nodded again and cover your eyes with your arm. Natasha sees the simple action that you did and growled in anger. She slaps the inside of your thigh loudly and you arch your back in pain and pleasure. Letting out, “Ah! What was–”
“Do not fucking talk back,” Natasha bits back with a venomous tone. She then continued to kiss your pelvis until you were in a heaving mess, which was the whole point to her. Chuckling darkly, she says: “Daddy is going to fuck that tiny hole of yours, bunny. Let me just get my strap.”
You watch her as she scurries into the closet to grab a long black box that prickles your entire skin in fear but also in anticipation once she opens it slowly, revealing a strap-on that is seemingly long and thick. The core of yours finally starts to beat and you feel that dampness once she takes it out, grabs the O-ring, and places it on the bed.
“Watch me as I take off my clothes.”
You nodded, feeling way too paralyzed to speak or move.
Natasha unclasps her bra as it falls downwards onto her body, revealing her scrumptious-looking breasts that seek attention. Then, not long enough, she unbuttons her pants with a pop and pulls it down – along with her underwear – and stands naked right beneath your eyes. Your breath hitched as you take a good stare at her body; she looks enchanted with a hint of vile whenever her eyes lingered on you.
As soon as she wore the strap, the woman got between your legs and slapped the inside of your thigh one more time; letting out a shriek from your mouth that was already gaped.
“Nat–”
“You are such a slut, aren’t you huh? Can’t even fucking follow my instructions,” her chuckle was humorless; it was full of darkness into it. “It’s daddy to you, little one. Now, let me spit into your mouth. Open.”
Without even thinking about it, you did – letting your tongue out as you felt a spit inside of your mouth that was leaking from hers too. She smiled, licking her lips, and tweaking both of your nipples once again. You closed your eyes from the pleasure that she was giving until you hear a harsh tone coming from her mouth.
“Open your eyes, I want to watch you as I fuck you mercilessly.”
You weren’t even worried anymore, you just wanted her fully. You don’t care what it was, as long as she fucks you into oblivion; then it wasn’t such a problem. You may call yourself this horny freak, and so was she, but at this moment do you care? No. You just want to be fucked hard. And that’s what Natasha has been planning for you for quite a long time.
A pleasing hum came from your kidnapper’s lips as she grabbed the head of her cock, lining it up onto your clit; pressing it hard to get you into a moaning frenzy. She looks at your weary eyes and gives a devious smirk. This woman knows what she was doing to you, there was no sympathy through it.
“God, do you know what you do to me detka? You make daddy crazy,” She whines as she rolls her eyes back from the sight of your glistening pussy. Opening, she continued: “Look how wet you are for me. All for me, yeah?”
“All for you, daddy,” You muttered, making the older woman groan on top of you as she lathers your wetness onto her fingers; dragging it painfully into your tight hole. You gasped as you felt a single finger dipped inside of you. Natasha watches your expression and smiles through her teeth.
“Darling, daddy is going to have so so so much fun with you.”
Without your approval, Natasha slowly pushes the cock inside of you – slowly. She didn’t want to cause you pain. After all, she still does have a heart; especially for someone like you. Your mouth lets out a silent, strangled moan as the pain washes through your veins – especially from your core. Natasha clearly enjoys the pain and pleasure that is accommodating from your body. Your eyes can tell, the way your body responds to her touch, the way your pussy grips onto her cock; she enjoys it very very well.
“So fucking tight for me!” Natasha looks down at the scene and saw how her cock wouldn’t even fit inside of you. Smiling smugly, she looks back at you and completely ruts herself inside of you.
“Natasha! Fuck!”
“Oh fuck you feel so good,” Natasha leans her head until her forehead is pressed against yours and thrusts inside of you roughly, making a squelching sound that is formulating the whole atmosphere. Her right hand made its way to your breasts and palms it with no sympathy. You closed your eyes in pleasure or pain – you can’t even think – and moan her name out.
Another smack that went to your face and saw an angry Natasha who was fucking you with no mercy. You wanted to touch your burning cheek but suddenly your hands were pinned against the mattress with her other hand. Her hips are pistoning with ease and watches you squirm under her; this was satisfying to witness for Natasha, all shy and naive – like a slut.
“Such a slut for me, aren’t you baby girl? You’re so fucking pathetic, so fucking dumb – jesus, you’re so tight…” her cock goes deeper inside of you until you feel the tip hitting at the spot that you find pleasure in. The older woman grunts with pleasure as she shields your head with her elbows that were on the mattress.
“Daddy, please! God, it’s too much, I can’t handle it! I can’t–” You try to continue your words but Natasha beat you to it.
“Yes, you can kotenok. Daddy knows best, I promise,” she pulls out swiftly – leaving the tip inside – and thrusts back in again with more force than was firing within her. Your hands flew at her back and held her as her thrusting became more erratic, forceful, harder, faster–
“Daddy, fuck! You feel so good inside of me…” Natasha looks at you, surprised that you were good at dirty talking. You weren’t an expert, not at all, but you like being vocal about how good or bad you feel. And there were so many wrongs in this situation but at this moment, you pushed those thoughts away and let this woman fuck you like some crazed animal.
“Do I bunny? Yeah, you’re so good at taking it for Daddy,” She pants out and brings her thumb against your clit, pushing and rubbing it softly as let out a pornographic moan that filled up the whole room. You were so merciless underneath her, she loved the view that if she could film this right now – she absolutely would, no doubt. Her teeth come intact from your neck as she bites down on you harshly, making your eyes wide open at the sudden pain rushing through your veins endlessly.
“Nat!”
“Shut the fuck up and let me fuck you.”
As soon as she bottoms in on you, you whimper in pain, pleasure, you don’t know. She looks at your watery eyes and notices how close you are to edging; she smiles at you, a tight lip one, until it fades away and thrusts inside of you hard. You gasped and whispered, “Daddy, god… please, I’m so close!”
“You’re just incredibly captivating,” Natasha moans into your ear and pulls you back up until you are sitting on her lap. She lifts her hips, asking you to move yours too and grind on each other rhythimacally. Your hands were on her muscled back as you felt the older woman gripping your hips, taking the lead. You watch her as she tries to pull you back up and down until her cock is seethed through your wet cunt with wet sounds. She looks at you, with her hooded eyes, and leans in to kiss the corner of your mouth.
“Cum for daddy, little one. Just coat my dick with your cum, come on baby, you can do it.”
Your orgasm overtakes your body and felt your head snap back in pleasure, the waves of euphoria rushing through your core and all the way up to your stomach. You twitch as she thrusts all of her length inside of you slowly, completely in awe of how you came undone on her fake cock. She will never get rid of this image in her head.
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It’s been two weeks since I captured Y/N, and needless to say, everything was swell for me; even though it wasn’t for her. But, god, it has been wonderful for me ever since I kidnapped the young girl.
I’ve made so many mistakes in my life that I truly, fully, regret. And, I won’t ever do them again because I made a promise to myself that this time it will be natural and normal. Y/N was a whole package for me. She’s smart (not as smart as me), has this naivety that I truly find adorable, and her shyness. I noticed that I like girls who are vulnerable and are easy to manipulate. And, for Y/N, she was very easy.
This young girl, who fell onto my lap, is currently sleeping in my bed – humbly – as I stare at every detail that was on her body. I noticed that her breathing pace would change whenever her nose scrunches from her sleep. Does she dream? Surely, she does. Everyone does, it’s impossible for someone not to dream. Anyways, I wonder what she is dreaming. Maybe it’s about me and how much I fucked her with my strap… or maybe it’s me being romantically in love with her and finally, she accepts her fate that she belongs to me.
Whispering to her, I said: “I will never hurt you, Y/N. You’re safe with me. You won’t end up like Marianne, I promise. You’re different, so so different.”
I sometimes even have this thought that maybe all of this is just an illusion. To test me out. But it felt too surreal to be an illusion. Then, suddenly, I thought about Wanda of how she can manipulate my mind easily. Although I am quite confident enough that she will never possibly do that, she obeys me like Y/N does. Just less sex and tension.
I didn’t even bother closing the door in my room as I tuck myself inside of the blanket, wrapping my arms around the girl I am completely in love with, and kissing the back of her head gently. God, she smells divine. I want to bury myself in her scent so badly. I smile to myself and kiss her shoulders, snuggling more into her and falling asleep peacefully while my arms are still wrapped around her stomach.
A few hours later, I awoke and saw the bed empty. I try not to panic at first since the whole house is guarded. And there were locks everywhere. So, I didn’t worry much. I stood up and grabbed my tank top that was on the ground and walked downstairs to see Y/N sitting on the barstool with a toast in her mouth. My heart completely stopped beating at the sight of my bunny, sitting properly, eating her food.
I couldn’t help myself but ask, “Is your body sore?”
She shrugs and takes one bite of her toast, responding quickly:
“A little.”
I took a few steps and sat down beside her, my elbows meeting on the cool marbled counter. I asked again, wanting to have more conversations with my bunny.
“Was I rough?”
She didn’t hesitate to nod. I smirked at her devilishly.
“Good.”
Yes, I completely agree that I’m a true asshole and a dickhead, and maybe I am. But, I like being cocky towards Y/N. It makes me feel powerful and dominant, like someone taking control. And, I do enjoy that – fully. Without even thinking, I take her gentle hand with mine and slowly bring it to my supple lips, kissing it tenderly while I close my eyes as I try to take in the memory of myself doing this.
“For a kidnapper like you, you have a heart,” she remarks and takes a swig of the cold beer that was on the counter, chugging a few gulps down her throat. Maybe I should take away alcohol privileges from her, I want bunny to be as pure as possible. God, the more I hear myself the more I think I’m a controlling freak.
I chuckled, replying:
“I do, yeah.”
“No like,” I can tell that she’s tipsy because of the way she talks to me. My bunny is starting to slur with her words and I sighed deeply. “Sure, you were kind of rough on me for the past few weeks especially when we had sex but, you’re kind. I guess.”
Something about her complimenting me is making me go insane. I was never used to anyone who would compliment me, so with Y/N, it was just sort of a different energy that I surprisingly grasped quickly. I was so lost in my head that I was staring at bunny’s cleavage and shaking my head, letting out a nervous laugh.
“I just want you to be comfortable with me as possible, my little bunny.”
“And right now I don’t feel it,” she replies with sorrowful eyes. “But, I hate myself when I say that I’m starting to think otherwise when it comes to you. I hate you, I despise the shit out of you, I don’t know if I’m going to die here (you won’t, my detka.) but I feel like I could…”
She stops herself from speaking and her eyes lower to the ground. I was so eager to hear her finish the sentence that I got so close to her, my forehead pressing against hers comfortably – well for me, at least. I watched her as she struggled to swallow, feeling her mouth too dry, and looked back up at me, glistening tears in her eyes.
“I’ll kill myself if I ever fall in love with you.”
She was absolutely being outrageous. Y/N, my bunny, will never try to kill herself. I’ll make sure of that, I’ll tie up her wrists so that she won’t ever go near to any sharp objects or try to grab something to end her life. But, the thought seems terrifying too. And, a lot of people say that falling in love is so stupid and childish but, maybe I’m stupid and childish.
Because right now, I’m in love with her. Completely. And, I don’t technically know how to stop myself from feeling that way for bunny.
I whirled my head and chuckled darkly, “You won’t do that.”
I watch her as she scoffs and crosses her arms to her chest, responding: “I will. You better count your days–”
I’m also an abuser too if no one knew that.
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the widow’s bunny - part 4
author’s note | so sorry for not updating! i was away :( but here’s part 4! i hope you enjoy it, the next part will probably contain heavy smut. so get ready for that !!!
summary | Your father, Clint Barton, brought his fellow Avengers to the safe house and it was your first time meeting the one and only Black Widow; Natasha Romanoff. As soon as you and her get a little close, her other side is vaguely showing and it truly frightens you. She quotes, “You will be my pretty little secret, yeah?”
pairings | Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader
warnings | violence ; slut shaming ; obsessive behavior ; very (18)+ !!!
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You were pretending to be asleep when Natasha left you for a moment to get some water. Your body aches from a sleepless night and that’s why your captive is bringing you a glass, to help you slumber once again. But, you can’t. You just can’t, especially when she’s around. You are quite frightened – can you blame yourself though – as this deviant monster was just kissing your neck a few minutes ago. What did I do to deserve this kind of obsession?
You do know she’s obsessed with you since she’s been stealing glances when you were back at the house. Although you didn’t pay attention to it because you felt like you were just being delusional. Well, you weren’t. She was basically watching you from afar.
No wonder why she got so close.
“Hi, baby.”
Turning, you see Natasha sitting beside you as she held out your chin to open your mouth. You did, slightly, and drank from the glass slowly. She whispered that sent down chills on your skin: “Good girl, you are such a good little girl.”
You want to cry on that spot.
She softly lets go of your chin and offered a kind smile that felt disgusting. How can she act so calm yet so fucking evil around you? Fucking crazy.
“Go to sleep now, bunny,” Natasha taunted and kissed your temple gently. “I’ll wrap my arms around you. Maybe even touch your boobies once in a while, would you like that?”
“Most certainly not,” You quickly responded with bitterness. Her smile faltered. Yeah, go cry about it bitch.
“Brat.”
Her hand is suddenly pressed onto your stomach as she pushes you back down forcefully, hearing an animalistic growl erupting from her as she wraps her long buffed arm around your lower waist. Her head is peacefully tucked in your neck. Your chest starts to heave as you think of many scenarios of what she’ll do to you. Will this woman rape you? Hurt you? Locking you up? God, you can’t even think straight anymore. At this point, you don’t care if you live or not.
“You’re thinking way too loud, shut up.” She strongly suggested and quietly let out a hum.
You have no choice but to sleep.
As soon as you woke up, there was a tray of food beside you. You were in shock at how she cooked your favorite breakfast meal. Ham and Cheese with french fries aside and a glass of iced coffee, you looked closer and saw how well done it was. How does she even know I like this type of food? What a creep–
“Do you like it?”
Natasha was standing 5-6 feet away from you and a small smile that crept on her face as soon as you turned your head. You shrugged, not knowing what else to really say, and mumbled, “How do you know it’s my favorite?”
“So dumb,” She says to herself and chuckles deeply. Like, really deep. “Your father told me about it. And, I’ve read your diary.”
What the fuck?! “What?”
“Diary, I cannot fathom enough of how much I love me some ham and cheese,” She says with a teasing tone as she says the words that were in your diary. “I also think my dad’s friend is quite pretty. But, she looks mean. Although I’ll do my best to make a conversation with her!”
“You have no right to do that!” You said with fire in your tone as your eyes deepened with anger. Natasha looked amused by your reaction. It was sickening. “That’s invading someone else’s privacy, you fucking creep!”
“Watch that tone of yours, printsessa,” Natasha spits out with venom in her tone and grabs your jaw tightly, bringing your face closer to her. Your face pangs as it heats up quickly and whimpers when she grips it tighter.
“I’m a creep for you! I love you,” Her voice softens as well as her eyes, and presses her forehead against yours. “You’re just so fucking perfect. I knew the moment I met you I was destined to be with you. I had to take my chances. You have no idea how much I long for you, and now that you’re here it’s just so compelling, detka. You’re mine.”
You quickly shake your head as you replied, “I’ll never be yours.”
Smack!
Your face heats with irritation and a hand that was quickly on your cheeks, eyes bewildered at the fact that this woman has slapped you on the face. A pan of fear comes through your submissive eyes and Natasha, well, as always – she looked amused. She smirks at you until she says, “I’m sorry, baby. I shouldn’t have done that. But, you’re such a brat today. My temper is very short.”
You thought about the choices that were in your mind. Either you escape from Natasha until you’re dead or you stay with her and experience the trauma and the abuse that she’ll give you. But, you thought to yourself, I still want to live. I want to explore, but I feel like my time is ticking. What should I do at this point?
She saw the fear in your eyes and softened her body, cooing at you, “Detka, I didn’t mean that. I–I lost my temper, that was my fault. I will never hit you again unless you’ve been a bad girl. Don’t worry, I’ll let you know if you are.”
The widow tries touching your face, but you flinch. She sighs.
“I’ll never do that again,” She says for one last time, until you feel her lips pressed on your forehead, Natasha sighs deeply. “You’re so beautiful. I won’t hurt you again, I promise. Now, please eat. You must be really hungry. Come on, I’ll feed you little one.”
She takes a piece of the sandwich and asks me to open my mouth. You complied, opening your mouth slightly and placing the food inside. You chew and see how pleased your captive was. She likes taking care of you, even though it doesn’t even look like she is. Because if she does, she will let you go. You wouldn’t be here right now.
“You’re such a keeper,” She mumbles quietly and drinks from your glass, smiling. “I can’t wait to fuck you. I just know that pussy of yours is so little and such a virgin. I’ll pretend it’s a virgin pussy, I want to be your first.”
You didn’t react, you were just too tired to speak or to even think. You kept eating your sandwich until it was all finished and Natasha’s lips were connected to yours, moaning softly on your mouth. Her fingers hold your chin to keep you in place as she pulls away with a smirk on her face that sends shivers down your throat.
“You are so beautiful,” She compliments as her hands trail down your clothed waist. You whimpered. “I’ll make you mine, kotenok. I just want you to be comfortable with me so mommy can take care of your needs. My needs. Do you know what I need?”
You shake your head, pretending to not know what she fully needs even though you already have an idea. But she likes having you like this. All merciless and vulnerable. It soothes her quite well. Her face leans closer to your ear and husks out,
“Your pussy. My cock is inside of your pussy. My fingers and my tongue. I want to devour you, own you, mark you in the most explicit way. I want to emphasize how much I love you. Need you. So, you better be fucking ready once mommy wants to fuck the shit out of you.”
And in an instant, she left the room. Leaving you inside with a glass of your coffee as your face cringes in disgust at the woman. You don’t know if you should be scared or not, but right now, you are at this height of fear and excitement. And that’s the thing, it’s weird. Why on earth would you be excited about a woman who practically dreams of having sex with you and wants to take you? Was it because of the pleasure? You don’t really know.
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Natasha comes out of her bedroom swiftly and hears the sound of her phone ringing. Confidently, she grabs her digital device from the table and sees the name Steve Rogers popping up on the screen. She sighs, knowing where this is going to lead. Her friend, a close friend, is going to ask something that will make her–
“Hello?” She answers and places the phone in her ears.
“Nat? Have you seen Y/N?”
Steve’s voice was calm and steady with a hint of concern in his tone. Natasha’s heart felt relieved and replied with a nonchalant voice, “No. Why? The last time I saw her was after lunch.”
Steve sighs through the phone and responded: “She hasn’t been seen in a day. Clint is getting really worried, everyone is. Laura says that Y/N isn’t usually like this, and I asked you since you and she got pretty close. I can see how you look at her, Natasha. So please, if you’ve seen her just … tell me?”
Natasha scoffs loudly as she feels like her own friend couldn’t even trust her. Well, I don’t blame him. No one should really trust me. She says bitterly: “I don’t know where Y/N is, Rogers. And you’re acting like you can’t even trust me–”
“Nat.”
“I don’t know where Y/N is,” Her voice was so deep that it kind of scared the super-soldier himself. “Okay? Now, leave me alone, I’m spending time with my sister.”
Natasha was a good liar. Well, she should be since she’s the deadliest assassin in the whole world. So, Steve wouldn’t recognize the untold truth. She hears the man sigh and says, “Okay. I trust you. Take care.”
Hanging up on her friend, Natasha places her phone back down on the table and crosses her arms. She knows the consequences and the critics of capturing you, she truly understands. But her obsession becomes more erratic whenever the woman who is held captive of you comes closer. It’s like you’re the prey and she’s the devil, trying her absolute best to have you in the palm of her hand. And you’re in her hands. She loves the thrill of it.
She remembers the time when she had done this with two other women. One older and a younger one, who’s a little older than you by now. The older woman that she held captive, escaped. Natasha was glad that she put something in her drink before she plotted her escape. So then, no one could track a vile creature like her.
The other woman, she was as gullible as you. She was beautiful as ever, she had the eyes of a little girl that she find it so fascinating. Her name was Marianne and Natasha thought to herself that she was in love with that woman.
Unfortunately, she killed her. In the most horrific way.
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“Stay away from me!”
After 10 months of Marianne being held captive by Natasha, she wanted to run away. Of course, Natasha was loath to that thinking of hers so she chased after the brunette, who was running away from her. Marianne’s heart was thumping so loud, she could hear it ringing through her eyes and hid behind the counter where she thought she could hide. Until Natasha marches toward the girl with pure red in her eyes. Marianne whimpered loudly like a beaten-up dog as the widow grabbed her by the jaw, pushing her to the counter so hard that she felt her back snap.
“Wanna fucking run away from me?!” Natasha, who has her hand wrapped around Marianne’s neck, grips it tightly and looks at her with horns in her head comically. The younger woman looks at her with pleading eyes, asking her not to go through this path that she knows. The widow shakes her head and smacks Marianne mercilessly.
She grabbed her hair, pulled it from the back, and slammed her face onto the marbled floor; satisfied with herself that her little creature’s nose was bleeding. Shouting, she said: “You’re fucking pathetic. Tried calling Wanda to save you? No one else will save you other than me, you fucking rat!”
Natasha never planned the murder of Marianne. Why would she? But, her temper got out of hand. Marianne was lying on the ground lifelessly, as Natasha’s eyes trailed over her bruised face. In some demonic way, there was no remorse inside the widow. Not even a single tear slid down her eyes. She just looked at Marianne’s dead body and sighed. After 15 minutes or so, she called Wanda to clean up the body and asked her if all of her family members could forget about Marianne’s disappearance and death.
Natasha did not mourn. And that truly concerned Wanda despite the ruthless woman beating her up until she was dead. Wanda was deadlier than the assassin, yet felt so small whenever it came to Natasha. They were best friends, and they’ll always be best friends. But, Wanda doesn’t know how much she can contain this anymore. She was scared for Natasha’s life.
“Please tell me this will be the last time you’ll kidnap someone,” Wanda asked, a begging tone in her voice, as she looked back at her shoulder to see her friend pouring a cup of coffee calmly.
“Okay.”
“Can you promise me that? Please? This is getting way too out of hand.”
“Why do you fucking care?” Natasha chuckled and sat beside her friend, who looked at her with so much concern in her eyes. The witch softened and placed her hand against Natasha’s, holding it gently. Wanda whispered,
“You’re affecting everyone. And sooner or later, they will find out.”
“No they won’t,” She responds with more of a dominant tone in her voice, snapping her eyes at you. She continued, “As long as you keep that mouth of yours shut, no one will know. Do you understand?”
“And what if I don’t want to be part of this?”
Natasha scoffs and shakes her head in irritation.
“What the fuck is up with you? Usually, you’d follow my orders–”
“But I’m a friend Natasha, not some fucking slave of yours!” The witch blurts out, standing away from the assassin. “I only agreed to this because I thought this was a one-time thing. Now, you’ve killed two innocent girls! Natasha, you’re supposed to be a heroic woman, not some vile demonic creature.”
Natasha rolled her eyes and grumbled to herself. She was starting to think that this conversation was pointless, whatever Natasha was doing, she knew it was right. Deep inside, she knows that. But it’s starting to get more transparent as her obsession grows for a girl every time. And to Wanda’s defense, she just loves her best friend.
“Then quit, if you must.”
It was Wanda’s turn to scoff, “Fine. Don’t ever fucking call me for help.” Wanda grabbed her black cardigan that was sitting on the arm couch and left without a goodbye to Natasha, who felt a little devastated. Now, she has to do this on her own. And, if she kills another girl, then that’s the end for her.
“I’m a good person,” Natasha mumbles to herself as tears begin to formulate uncontrollably in her eyes. Her hands were balled into a fist on the counter and chanted, “I’m a good person, I’m a good person, I’m a good person.”
Her evilness consumes her to the point that she doesn’t see what is right or wrong anymore. She’s a sick, twisted, human being and doesn’t deserve the name of “Avenger”. Her cruelty overtakes her and continues to masturbate to multiple girls that she fell for. Especially Marianne, who she just killed.
Natasha loved Marianne, or so she thought. Marianne responded to her so well whenever they would “make love” in her bed. She adores the way the brunette would be submissive towards her, especially when Natasha is in an insatiable moment. That’s what Marianne is only good for, just a fuck for Natasha. Maybe then, she doesn’t love her.
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Snapping from her gaze, the widow walks back inside of the room and sees you sitting promptly on the back of the headboard. Her head is facing down while her fingers are playing with themselves. Natasha smiled from afar and called her out, “You’re so pretty when you’re quiet.”
You scoffed as you played with the hem of your shirt, noticing how dirty it was. You need new clothes, a shower even. Looking up, you shake your head at her.
“What else am I suppose to say?”
Natasha shrugs her shoulders, “I don’t know. But, you’re beautiful.”
You couldn’t even count how many times this woman complimented you to the point that it wasn’t affecting you at all. Maybe you were just exhausted from it, or probably because you weren’t so attracted to her. But, if you can admit, Natasha Romanoff is quite captivating herself. Especially with that husky deep tone of hers–
“Can I have a shower and a new set of clothes?” You asked.
“Of course,” Natasha walks to the closet and opens it, grabbing a few clothes and then placing them on the mattress. These were your clothes, by the way. And you have this feeling of wanting to get rid of them. She closes it and smiles softly at you. “I will have to lock this bedroom while you take your bath. I would like to join you but, I don’t think we are there yet.”
Of course, we aren’t. I’ll never let you touch me anyways. You nod and stand up from the mattress and grab the clothes that were on the mattress. Carefully, you walked to the bathroom and closed the door behind you. Finally, some alone time where you can think freely and not a psychopath who was beside you. Wanting you. You take a deep breath and disregard your clothes until you are fully naked. You got slimmer and your cheeks are getting more defined as soon as you were in this chamber with her. You got yourself inside of the isolated shower room and rinse yourself with warm water that was prickling against your skin. Soap is slathered all over your silky skin as you close your eyes in satisfaction. At least a shower would calm my mind. I want to stay here forever.
Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case since Natasha is knocking on the door loudly. Saying, “You’ve been there for way too long, detka. Come out now, or I’ll have to see you naked.”
There’s no way she’s going to see me naked. So you walked out of the shower and quickly dried yourself, wearing the clothes that she offered. You wish you could do your skincare, but the ones that you used weren’t here. Well, there goes your skin. You walked outside of the bathroom and saw Natasha waiting for you in bed. She smiled at you, her eyes averted to your body and gave a devilish smirk. Oh god, no.
“You’re so beautiful, so so beautiful.” Completely in awe, she says. You rolled your eyes and sat back down on the bed, which is the only thing you do at this point. You can’t walk outside or even take a look at the house. It’s kind of boring to be inside a room where no one talks to you except for a psychopath like her.
Out of curiosity, you asked. “Why me?”
“Hm?”
“Why me?” You asked again but this time, you look at her directly. Her eyes soften and tilt her head in adoration. Her hand was on your lap while the other one was on your cheeks, holding you so gently that you might get comfortable with that touch of hers.
“Ever since I met you, I felt the need to have you. You looked at me differently than anyone else and somehow my heart was telling me that you are the one. And it did not lie. Because you are the one for me, Kotenok.”
“You could’ve asked me out instead of kidnapping me,” You mumbled to her as you looked down at your feet, frightened to look at her green eyes that speak with evil. “This is too inhumane.”
“But I like the thrill of it, baby,” Natasha whimpered and pulled your chin up to look back at her. You groaned as she held it tightly. “I love it when you’re inside of my house, nowhere to be found. I love the way you’re just here and begging so you can go home. Unfortunately to your dismay, you’ll never come home. They’ll never find you because I’m yours forever as you are mine.”
This is so unhinged. You felt grossed out as soon as her hand lingered all over your exposed neck, chuckling to herself at how well you responded to her. She hums, then pecks your neck a little; smiling.
“You’re such a demonic human being.” You tell her. Her smile widens at the little name you gave her.
“Oh baby, you haven’t seen worse.”
“Natasha, can you just let me go? I promise you, I can try loving you the way you want me to! I just want this to be normal, a normal relationship! Let me love you naturally,” You begged for so many reasons. You begged for your dear life and also begged for her to let you go so you can run away from the woman as far as you can. You inwardly wish that you were still in boarding school, not witnessing this madness.
Natasha shakes her head while you are nodding frantically. You made both of your hands clasped together and pleaded to her with a desperate look in your eyes. She just smiled, still completely in awe of you, and whispered:
“You’re not going anywhere, detka. You belong to me.”
Then, your vulnerability takes over you and you begged even more. “Natasha, this isn’t normal! This is sick! I’m not some property you can own, I have a life out there too. Let me experience it, please! I just got out of boarding school!”
No matter how much you beg for your life or how much you plead with those puppy eyes of yours, Natasha will never let you go. You’re staying with her for good, and you just pray to the universe that somehow they’ll kill you off instead of being with someone who is truly the cruelest person that has ever lived.
“No,” Natasha stated simply and grabbed your jaw, bringing your face closer to her once again. Spitting out, she said: “You’re mine. You won’t survive out there, you’ll need me. You’re just a fucking pathetic slut who I own. I own you.”
She owns you.
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the widow’s bunny - part 7
author’s note | this story is coming to an end soon as well, i won’t spoil anything. so you better read this chapter. enjoy loves x
summary | Your father, Clint Barton, brought his fellow Avengers to the safe house and it was your first time meeting the one and only Black Widow; Natasha Romanoff. As soon as you and her get a little close, her other side is vaguely showing and it truly frightens you. She quotes, “You will be my pretty little secret, yeah?”
pairings | Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader
warnings | heavy smut ; pet names ; mommy kink ; strap-on mentioned ; conversations about violence (only small) ; very 18+!!!
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Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 so on...
“They’re going to find us,” you stated simply while your eyes were averted on your hand that was currently placed on your lap. You hear Natasha let out an aggressive sigh and hit the breaks so the car screeched until you almost hit yourself on the dashboard. Looking furious, you unbuckled your seatbelt and yelled:
“What the fuck is wrong with you?!”
“Don’t fucking speak to me like that.” the widow warned with a very dangerous tone that sent shivers down your spine – especially your stomach.
“Natasha, you need to be more discreet if I were you.”
The older woman snaps her head at you and has these bewildering eyes that were vague; she’s in disbelief that you even have the guts to talk back, let alone with her. It’s a shock, yet arousing. Because then, she has a reason to punish the shit out of you. Although you don’t know that yet, at least not now.
She scoffs harshly, “I love how you can just fucking talk like that. I’m thinking of many ways to put your mouth into good use.”
You’re surprised at how calm and how alleviated she was. It’s like this whole thing wasn’t even a bother to her, it’s more like a game that she could win. And, you have no doubt that she’ll win because knowing Natasha, she’s the smartest assassin – like your dad – and can get away with anything with her power. It’s Natasha Romanoff.
You sat back and gulped, feeling your throat a little dry from that response of hers. Please, don’t do this right now. Do not do this right–
“Oh baby,” she faux a whine and lingers her fingers on your lap, leaning on your neck and pecking it gently. You were starting to feel things down there, and suddenly your whole entire body system began to heat up. She chuckles at the way you respond to her touch. Continuing, she says: “Get in the backseat. I want to fuck your pussy. No questions asked.”
In the blink of an eye, you were in the backseat while your legs were open just for her. She smirks down at you, then kisses your chest softly while palming your left breast with her big hand. Her lips continue to penetrate your skin until it reaches your neck. The sadistic woman pulls away from your neck, whispering: “You’re so beautiful, I love you and especially that heavenly body of yours. Mine to use only, no boy or girl will ever pleasure you as I do.”
You know that she will abide by her statement. With all of her might, she will keep you up until the day you die – possibly. And day by day, you’re starting to have a sense of love when it comes to her. It’s a sick feeling, not so nurturing. But, quite an addicting feeling. It’s like you’re eating your favorite dessert cheesecake and well, she was the whole cheesecake.
You let her hands wander around your body until it reaches the hem of your thin-line shirt. Smirking down at you once again, she pulls it up until you quickly grab her hand to stop her. Natasha scrunches her eyebrows together at the sudden movement until you beat her to it.
“Let me pleasure you this time,” you say seductively against her gaped mouth as she feels your hot breath against her lips. “I want to eat you out, Natasha. Let me?”
“I’m still in control,” she grumbles down. You nodded, of course, she is still in control. When is she not in control anyways?
She flips you over until you are finally on the car floor, her legs opening wide as she stares at you with her hooded eyes; full of lust and want. You lick your lips, as you unbutton her leggings, unzipping them rather leisurely to tempt her even more. Natasha groans in frustration and leans her head on the headrest – gulping while letting out a breathy moan. You continued to unzip her pants until you were met with black lacey underwear with a cute little ribbon on it. Smiling, you kiss her clothed navel and pull her pants downward and she shakes it off.
Her fingers threaded through your mystic hair and whispered: “Baby, suck me. Suck me, like how you sucked that strap–Fuck just, lick me.”
Nodding slowly, you pulled down her underwear until you were met with her unshaved cunt that looked clean. You’ve never really taken a glimpse of her nude part, and you were in complete awe once it was so close to you. She looks down at you as she watches the way you lick your top lip, and dives right in.
Natasha closes her eyes as she gasps for air, feeling your tongue that was against her folds. She grips on your hair a little tighter as she pushes your head down even more, making you let out a muffled sound onto her clitoris while sucking on it. The woman smirks and whispers once more,
“That’s it, doll. That’s it, my little kotenok. Lick mommy, just like you should be… God, I’m going to enjoy this.”
You pulled away with a pop and looked up flirtatiously as you winked, making her body spasm with more desperation as she wants your tongue to lick up her juices. Trying to hump your face, you pressed your tongue flatly again on her clit and flicking it multiple times, she moans loudly – like it’s filling up the whole car room.
“Oh fuck, yes! God baby, you’re a slut for mommy’s cunt,” you melt when she talks to you in such a lewd way – it was almost fascinating to you. You shut your eyes and continue to eat her out like it was the last thing on earth. You munched, making open-mouth kisses on her folds and soon enough your tongue was buried deep inside of her. She brings her other hand to your head and now she’s holding you in place. Looking at you with her tired hooded eyes, she begins to hump your face with guttural moans and says, “You’re so lucky I don’t have my strap because I’d fuck your throat right now. I’d fuck the shit out of your face like it’s your pussy, I want to get this–mmm! This strap with a fake cum so that I could just fill up your throat… wouldn’t that be fucking exciting?”
“Yes,” you mumbled down her wet cunt. “Are you going to come for me? If so, do it right now.”
“Mmm, soon,” she responds with another moan but in a very low voice as she closes her eyes in satisfaction, leaning her head back onto the headrest as her other hand is still clutching on your hair tight that you’re sure it’s pulled out. “Damn, you’re a good pussy eater... might use your mouth once in a while, especially with my cock. C’mon, little girl, mommy is so close. Lap on it.”
You continued to eat her cunt while your hands trailed down her V-line, circling it – making her more anticipated. That’s what you most want to do, make her want you nonetheless. She makes these cut-off moans as she arches her hips, holding your face hard between her hands and screaming:
“Fuck, I’m cumming inside your fucking mouth! Take it!”
You feel her juices gushing out and you eat it, leaving no come left that she has given. She heaves for air and slumps her back into the seat, shaking erratically from her orgasm. You moaned, leaving a vibration on her pussy, and pulled yourself up; kissing her on the lips with her cum in your mouth. Natasha moans lowly and grabs the back of your neck while her other hand pulls your ass onto her lap – making you sit on it.
She pulls away while biting down on your bottom lip, whispering: “You’re fucking crazy. You make me crazy. Now, let me take care of my sweet little kotenok…”
Natasha kisses you under your chin as she sucks out the skin while groping your tits with her bare hands. You whined like a little girl and tried to push her away because it was all too much until she hugged you tightly, kissing your neck with much more desperation that was roaring inside of her.
“What’s wrong?” she asks while panting, still peppering kisses all over your neck. You bit your bottom lip once again while your hand was all the way down to her back. “Tell me you love me, dear god, ugh… tell me you love me. Only me, baby girl.”
“I love you, I love you, I love you,” you whisper while pulling her face out of your neck, looking at her deeply. My god, she’s incredibly beautiful. She doesn’t look young but not so old either, she’s compelling and alluring at the same time that it’s hard for you to explain it. She smiles at you, then pulls you into a heated kiss. You moan quietly into her mouth as she grumbles. Natasha darts her tongue inside of your mouth and you gladly open it, meeting her tongue with yours. She flicks her tongue with mine and tries to dance with it, although you weren’t so good with these sessions so she takes the full lead.
She aggressively growls when you poke your tongue on hers and brings her hand down to your lower back to pull you down on her – like she’s asking you to grind on her lap. You pulled away with a loud pop sound and whispered: “God, you’re such a–”
“Good kisser? Thought so,” she chuckles deeply as she guides my hips down on her lap, making a pace. She pants into my neck and murmurs, “I want you so much, I want you forever. You’re all I want, you’re all I need…”
You’re all I want too, Natasha.
The windows of the car start to build up a fog as you begin to sweat while grinding hard onto her lap, she looks tentatively at you while you try your best to not come soon; she likes to take things slow and to penetrate you. Clearly, she likes to show.
“Fucking whore, always want mommy’s attention huh? You’re such a dumb little baby,” she says while nibbling back to my neck, marking me like some territory. You enjoyed it and broke out a loud light moan as you felt yourself getting closer and closer. You continue to grind on her but this time harder and faster. Natasha brings her hands back to your breasts and squeezes them harshly, making you close your eyes and fling your head back while your other hand is at her nape.
“I’m a whore for you, mommy! I’m such a whore… please let me cum? Please? I’m begging I can’t–Oh god!”
“Just like that my kotenok,” she whispers seductively while arching her hips to meet my coherence thrusting. “God, gimme those fucking tits. Let me fucking rip your shirt out.”
Between her hands on the u-line of your shirt, she rips it out while pulling your pink laced bra until it was all the way down to your stomach. She latches her lips on your right nipple while her other hand was at the back of your ass, basically pressing your hipbone so that she can thrust with you harder. You were holding her neck steadily while you were practically humping her lap like some horndog until you let out a long moan. You come onto your panties as she holds you in place, moaning with you.
“Baby, oh baby,” she whispers on your lips while kissing it many times, shushing you quietly. “That’s it, yeah… you’re doing so well my love. God, I love you. I love everything about you…”
As soon as you were done, you flopped your head into her neck as she soothes your back caringly, whispering to you with such lovely words that you have to rethink this is Natasha. The older woman smiles and kisses your cheek, whispering once more: “You did so well for me, kotenok. Take out your underwear. I want to lick off your cum.”
You slowly lift your hips up and remove the undergarment, moaning that you can feel your wetness dripping. You came that far, it was erotic. She moans as soon as you hand your underwear to her and smiles. Natasha hums where she can see a patch of wetness that was in your underwear and licked it hungrily, grumbling at how good it tasted.
“So good, I can eat this like it’s my meal,” she continues to lap on the underwear until she is finished. You felt embarrassed at how much you came and the woman noticed it by the slightest. She cups your cheek with her other hand and whispers, “There’s nothing to be ashamed of coming so much. I love it, even.”
You just hummed and rested your head against her chest – feeling the warmth you’ve been needing since yesterday. She whispers, “I love you, Y/N. I love you so much that it’s impossible for me to let you go… I hope you learn to love me. In that way, we will be happier together and run away.”
“Have we not run away?” you chuckled lightly.
“Of course we have, but we’re on the run yeah? Make sure they won’t get you away from me,” she murmurs into your neck and pulls you back, giving you another searing kiss. You gladly opened your mouth and possibly made out with her for a good 15 minutes.
You kind of have this realization that maybe you could stay in this life. Where it’s just you and her, and no one else to worry about. However, you do miss your parents dearly and wanted to suggest if you could visit them. Tell them that you’re alright and you’re safe. You just don’t have a clue whether she’ll allow that or not, predicting how massively protective she is towards you. Like, you were her little baby. Although that sounds terribly wrong considering you’re an adult now. You sigh inaudibly and put the thought aside and let her touch you once again.
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“Are you sure this is a good idea?”
“Well, we have no one else to turn to, yeah?”
Steve just sighs and continues to follow his fellow avenger to Wanda’s room, where she’s been rarely disturbed. Clint suggested that they should reach out to her since he and Wanda are quite close. But not in an intimate way, just a fatherly figure towards the younger woman. As soon as they reach her door, Clint gives two-pound knocks on the door and asks, “Wanda? May we borrow some of your time–Ah!”
Wanda, who they thought was inside, was in the hallway – leaning against the cooled wall. She eyes them, like she’s investigating, and replies with a thick Sokovian accent, “To what I owe you this time, Barton? Rogers?”
“Y/N, we–”
“Oh, I know what you’re suggesting,” Wanda cuts Clint off with a serious tone that was coming into her mouth. “And, I’m not going to do it unless Stark isn’t involved with Y/N’s investigation.”
Wanda has an awful relationship with Tony and it’s kind of questionable to the others how this woman lives in his tower. Well, mainly, Tony himself feels sorry for his mistakes and does her a favor by living under his roof. Wanda took it of course, mostly to suffer him more with bills and food but considering how he is a billionaire, the expenses were like a coin.
“He won’t,” Clint nods with pleading eyes. “I promise. I’ll make sure of it, Steve will make sure of it. Just–Can you see through her mind? Please? Just let us know where she is?”
She lets out a long quiet sigh and looks down, and then looks back up after a minute and nods. Cling offered a small tight-lip smile as the three of them went inside Wanda’s abode. The witch sits near the foot of the bed and looks at them deeply, asking Clint: “Are you sure about this? This is only a one-time thing, you can ask again after a week.”
“I’m sure, just… let me know where my daughter is.”
Wanda slowly nods and closes her eyes while getting into your mind. It took her a minute or two before she was in utter shock at where you were and how you were. She fully regrets doing this.
You were inside Natasha’s bedroom, sprawled all over her bed naked as the widow kisses your navel all the way up to your neck, whispering the dirtiest words to you. Wanda wasn’t shocked at the scene, she was shocked because it was Natasha who has held your captivity.
You promised me you wouldn’t do this again, Nat! Wanda frustratingly thinks to herself and takes a god in the room. She notices the location quickly: Of course, France. That’s where she and Marianne went before she died. Typical Natasha.
Before she gets deep into the scene, Wanda immediately stops and finally opens her eyes. Clint looked at her and asked, “What? Where is she? Where’s Y/N?”
As soon as she was about to say it, a plan came through her head. Wanda doesn’t want to get the situation even worse, let alone everyone loathing Natasha so she thought that maybe she could talk it out with her; without manipulating her mind. After all, they were best friends… right? But, it’s rare for Natasha to give in. Although it could be worse if the government finds out that this is Natasha’s doing and investigates how she killed two young women. She was scared for your life, Clint’s life, and everyone else who was affected by this chaos.
You promised you wouldn’t do this again, Natasha.
Shit friend.
“I–I can’t tell but,” she lies through her teeth, feeling her stomach churning as she does so. “She’s at a house. There were no windows, I can’t… I don’t know yet. Give me more time, a week perhaps?”
Clint sighs aggressively and turns around, smothering his hand all over his mouth until he feels Steve patting him on the shoulder, asking him to calm down quietly. Steve looks at the younger woman and responds to Clint.
“Yes, that would be appreciated. Please, let us know as fast as you can.”
Wanda gives a small nod and watches them as they leave her room and once they do, the woman breaks out a sob that had so many emotions with it. She promised herself that she was no longer getting involved with Natasha’s upbringing like this, but you were with her. She has her eyes on you. And, most surely, the witch knows that you could possibly die in her arms.
But not on her watch.
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Why do I feel like someone is watching me?
No, I can’t be worried over a stupid thought. Silly me, I’m just being delusional. But, as my wrongs come vaguely I realize that maybe I’m a preemptive villain, the vile assassin that was raised wrongly. I’ve murdered numerous people – especially the ones that I’ve held captive. Though I do know that Y/N is different, she’s not like Marianne.
She’s more unique, witty, and enjoyable. And tasty, if I may add.
“You’re thinking too loudly,” Y/N whispers to me as we both lay on our bed humbly, letting our hands touch each other without even noticing it. I hummed and continued to think about why on earth am I worrying so much? Until I felt bunny kissing the side of my mouth, making me chuckle.
“Needy?” I asked.
“Oh please, as if you weren’t the one who’s needy.”
“Uh-huh,” I turn my head so that I could kiss her temple, pulling her closer to my naked body. Whispering once more, I mentioned: “We will go somewhere tomorrow. I think you’ll like it, despite your vibe.”
“Yeah? What’s your little surprise?”
“My dick inside your mouth, that’s what,” she squeals once I attack her on the lips and flip her over so her stomach is pressed onto the soft mattress. I trail my wet lips all over her heated back until I reach her ass, biting it softly. She gasps and lets out a strained moan before I pull myself up to kiss the back of her shoulder desperately.
Bunny and I love using the strap-on, well I use it mostly. Because I like being in control and she gives me her submissiveness; which I adore. Although when we were in the backseat of my car, I let myself give in to her. Usually, I don’t. Especially when it’s fucking. But, with bunny, I feel like I’m giving myself more to her than I shouldn’t. Is that wrong? Why would it be, anyways?
As soon as I was about to spread her legs, I heard a doorbell coming through my house. I groaned and whispered to her, “I’ll be right back.” she nods simply and I step out of bed, grabbing the nearest robe that was on the rack of the chair. I wore it around me and walked down the stairs as I reached for the front door. Opening it with confidence, I see someone that I shouldn’t be seeing in the first place.
Now I get that weird feeling that was below my stomach.
“Can I come in? I brought wine.”
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the widow’s bunny - part 1.
author’s note | here it is! i hope you’ll enjoy the first chapter, i tried my best to make it look as interesting as possible. i would like to mention that if you don’t like this story and you might get triggered because of it, i kindly ask you not to read it. anyways, hope you enjoy!
summary | Your father, Clint Barton, brings his fellow Avengers at the safe house and it was your first time meeting the one and only Black Widow; Natasha Romanoff. As soon as you and her get a little close, her other side is vaguely showing and it truly frightens you. She quotes, “You will be my pretty little secret, yeah?”
pairings | Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader
warnings | voyeurism ; sexual thinking.
taglist | @ilovehotactresses @bepisbeansprouts @heidithriel @mommynat @myplaceofsolace @jediluka @d14n4ol
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this is my photo, please don’t steal. <3
“We should be heading to the safe house at any minute,” My partner, Clint, says with a slight smile plastered on his face while his hands are on the steering wheel. “I forgot to mention, there are kids inside. Thor, please be careful with your hammer, and Tony, don’t make fun of my kids or I’ll shoot you with one of my deadliest arrows. And for Natasha, you know my kids anyways.”
I smiled to myself and played with the crust of my glove wrapped around my hands safely, I replied: “I can’t wait to see them, Clint.”
“Oh! I forgot to mention that I have another daughter. I don’t think you’ve met her though, she went to boarding school at such a young age and you were in Budapest most of the time when she was born. I think you’ll be very fond of her, she has a witty personality and is extremely energetic.”
At my sudden movement, I lift my head and turn to Clint in disbelief. How can I not know his other child? I asked: “What’s her name?”
“Y/N. She’s 20 and just got back from London,” He replied and parked the truck near the safe house. He added quickly: “She’s the youngest in the family, the boys will be there. Cooper is excited to see you.”
“I’m still wondering why I’ve never heard of the youngest child,” I mumbled to myself and shook my head, giving him an instant smile. Of course, I was excited to meet his younger child who I never even met, but I was quite nervous too. I don’t know why for any particular reason, but I want to be excited to meet her.
“Don’t be disheartened,” He cooed and hops off the truck while the rest of the boys did. I stretched out my neck, felt a little strain from that 6 hour drive, and made our way to the front door. I hear Thor murmuring something like, “Very lovely farm home, Barton!” with his accent that I am impressed with. A sudden pat was against my shoulder and I quickly turned, noticing it was Tony doing it so.
“When was the last time we went here?”
“I think 5 years ago,” I replied with a low whisper and continued: “The house was still under construction, in your name of course. Clint obviously cannot afford all of this.”
“Then how did he afford to let his youngest go to a boarding school?”
I snickered at him with his sarcasm and gave him a little smirk, “Maybe she’s smart. Who knows, but I’m excited to meet her. I bet she looks just like Laura.”
Clint knocks on the red wooden door and waits for it to be opened until his wife Laura, comes out rushing out of the house and gives us a welcome smile that eases my nerves. She said, “I didn’t expect the whole team to be at our house, Clint.”
“We need to stay here for a while,” He says while looking at his wife pleadingly. “I’m sorry if it’s all the sudden–”
“Dad, you’re home!” His other son, Nathaniel – who is supposed to be ‘Natasha’ since we all thought it was a girl – comes up running to Clint and hugs him tight, giving the old man a wheeze. Connor comes to the picture and gives me a warm embrace, whispering: “Are you okay? You seem hurt.”
I didn’t even notice that I had slight bruising on my stomach and he probably saw me feeling weak and all that. I shook my head and smiled brightly at the boy: “Oh, I’ll be fine. I just need a little gauze and–”
“Dad?”
My head turned in the other direction and saw this goddess that was standing a few feet away from me. My mouth gaped at how incredibly well made this creature was beneath my eyes – I almost fell back on the couch when I took a glimpse of the girl.
Beautiful.
“Natasha, everyone,” He cleared his throat while making his way to the girl, wrapping his arms around her. I guessed that she was the daughter of Clint Barton. “This is Y/N. She just got back from boarding school.”
“It’s very nice to meet the Avengers,” She says cooly while smiling at us that sort of felt small. “Especially you, the infamous Black Widow.”
Infamous, they say. I thought to myself and walked towards the girl, shaking her hand with gentleness; making sure not to scare her away. I looked at her eyes and I’m not lying when I tell you that she has the prettiest eyes I’ve ever seen from a woman. Maria can never compare.
“I’m glad to meet Clint’s youngest baby,” I chuckle to myself and watch everyone who laughed with me. “I don’t bite sweetheart, you can come to me anytime.”
“That’s nice to hear,” she replies meekly and lets go of my hand. Shame. “I’ve seen you on television and all…you’re pretty great.”
Not to be a narcissist or anything, but I love how she compliments me in a way that weakens my knees apart. I almost tumbled down the way she even held my wrist, it was so intoxicating. I replied: “You’re way too sweet.”
“I wasn’t lying either so—”
“I made roast chicken with Alfredo pasta!” Lauren yells in the kitchen room, making me grumble under my breath. How dare she interrupt my conversation with her? Y/N smiled at me for one last time before she took off to the kitchen, kissing her mother on the cheek.
Something inside me ignited, like hunger and greediness. It’s unusual, in fact, quite excruciating to think about it. Y/N was a whole starstruck for me, it’s like love at first sight. Although I do know the circumstances if I do become her suitor, Clint might even kill me for having an interest in his daughter. I could be her mother, frankly. I don’t want to think that way, I’m not a mother to her.
Most certainly not.
My fucked up mind.
When dinner occurred, I was disheartened when I had to sit with Steve and not with Y/N. I’d like to get to know more about the girl and know her interests, maybe even touch her skin a little. Just, a little. To see how delicate the girl is. All I had to do now was to carefully stare at her, not wanting her to catch me and call me a freak.
“So, are you like a mini Agent?” Tony joked while munching on his food aggressively, making the whole table laugh. I didn’t though, I just smiled.
Y/N chuckled and replied softly with her light tone: “You can say that. Though I’m taking Russian classes, I like the idea of becoming a language interpreter.”
“That would be good for our missions,” Steve says and drank a glass of water, quickly adding: “We go all over the place. Natasha and our other fellow Avenger, Wanda, know how to speak Russian and Sokovian. Maybe Nat can teach you?”
Thank god for Steve.
“I’d like that,” Her voice is so addicting; I could get lost in it for hours. She finally looks at me and smiles, adding: “Unless you don’t mind, Ms. Romanoff.”
“Natasha would be fine, Y/N,” I say calmly while taking a bite of my salmon on the plate. “And I don’t think that’s a problem at all, I’d love to teach you.”
Clint, who seems to be pleased, butted in and says: “I hope you two get along, Y/N can be very talkative sometimes–”
“Dad! Not cool,” Y/N murmured with embarrassment and I found it very adorable to watch. Smiling down, I thought about little scenarios with her. Like, staring down at her chest and seeing how much it heaves from my touch. Oh, how much I desperately want to hold her hand – I might get too excited by it. Then, getting out of my daze, I realize what I got myself into. I have a little crush on a 20-year-old who possibly thinks of me as a mother figure. It cringes at me to even think about it.
After that long dinner that I wasn’t mentally there, Lauren showed us our rooms to stay in. I, stay in a bedroom by myself. Clint is obviously staying with his wife. The other men, well, I don’t know where they are sleeping – I couldn’t care less – But they were sleeping downstairs possibly. It was a full moon tonight and I made myself a cup of tea before I went to bed. Then, I grab my leathered journal that I keep all my secrets in. My desires. Opening it, I touch the paper softly to have the feeling of comfort. Usually, I do that before I write; for no particular reason. Maybe comfort, again.
Sipping from the cup, I quickly doodled down my thoughts on the paper. I wrote about how we’re all staying at the safe house approximately for two weeks, saw the boys, and probably wrote a long paragraph about Y/N.
I shall call her bunny.
My bunny.
Writing the word Bunny down made my skin shiver with enthusiasm or anticipation. Anticipation is the right word to describe how my skin prickles. These desires that I have are madly dangerous and if I was Y/N I’d stay away right now. Maybe this is all just a phase, just a simple crush. Although I do quite know that it could be more than that, my desperate longing for the girl could be more than just a silly crush.
While writing in my journal, I hear a soft knock on my door and it opens with a creaking sound. Turning, I saw the girl that I thought about just a few seconds ago. My heart beats like a clap of thunder.
“Sorry, I just wanted to give you these,” She walks inside slowly and reaches out a towel that was in her hands. I gladly took them but my eyes traveled down to her camisole top, seeing her bare chest. I bit my bottom lip with hunger. Her voice snapped out of my gaze, and I quickly lifted my eyes to stare at hers.
“Are you comfortable here? I’m sorry if it’s a mess,” She apologized, although I don’t know what for.
“No, I like it. Don’t worry about it Y/N,” I said flirtatiously, but not in an obvious way, I don’t want her to be crept out yet. She offered me another kind smile that made me go mad and went back to the door, opening it carefully. She turns to me again and whispers: “Goodnight, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
I smiled at her and she left.
I will find my way for you to be mine, I promise.
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Meeting Natasha Romanoff was like a kid’s dream to go to Disneyland. That’s how you felt when she smiled at you in such a graceful way and offered a hand. She was like an inspiration to you, you saw her as this hero who saved half of the universe and wondered why you never met her though. Until you realized that you went to boarding school at such a young age.
It was already sunrise when you woke up from your sleep, noticing how warm it was. How is it so hot? You grumbled coherently and stood up from the mattress. Suddenly, you felt your body ache and saw yourself in the mirror. You looked like you came out of the jungle.
What a reckless night, You thought to yourself and brushed your teeth, did your skincare, and walked out of your room to prepare breakfast for the Avengers. Your mom told you that you didn’t need to help around the kitchen, but you forwardly assisted – of course. And, you have special skills when you are cooking; nothing to brag about.
To your utmost surprise, Natasha was up bright and early, and already had a cup of coffee on their hands. She finds your eyes and smiles tiredly at you. Quickly, you whispered: “Good morning, how was your sleep?”
“It was alright, I didn’t sleep much.”
Oh god, did I snore?
“Did I disturb you? I’m so sorry, I’m such a heavy sleeper,” You apologized quickly and cringed at yourself. But, Natasha wasn’t upset or anything. In fact, she was smiling at you. You felt relieved for some reason because of her solemn look.
“No, you didn’t,” She responded while sipping from her cup. “I’m assuming you had a good rest.”
“Oh, not really,” You say quickly and sit across from the older woman who seems to be invested in you. So, you continued: “My body feels very warm and achy but it’s very chilly at this hour, I don’t know why. Do I look sick?”
“No, you don’t look sick Y/N. Maybe hormones?” She chuckled and looked at you with her dark green eyes. Her eyes are very interesting. “I don’t know, I don’t feel very cold right now either. So, you’re not alone.”
So, it’s just not you. But, it was still weird. Anyway, you shrugged it off and asked the woman what she wanted to have for breakfast. Natasha replied: “I’ll have a toast with avocado if it’s available.”
“Of course we have avocados,” You say while tiptoeing yourself to get a bag of loafed bread that was inside the cupboards. Taking it out, you see Natasha suddenly at your side – may be trying to help you out since she’s a little taller than you. That was a nice gesture.
It wasn't until when her hands were suddenly on your waist that you were about to slip off. You were shocked and it made you snap your attention towards the woman who looked at you with deceitfulness. But, you don’t want to overthink it. She was just being nice to you. She was, right?
“Careful, detka,” She whispered in my ear and led me back to the table, smiling at me innocently. “You should watch where you are going next time.”
Don’t overthink it, she was just helping you. Don’t overthink it.
“Yeah,” You replied with confusion and quickly put the food down on the table, your mind still somewhere else. You felt her hand on your back, patting it softly, then walked away from your presence. It was weird, good weird. Bad weird. You don’t really know at this point.
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Her scent, her delicate skin, god it makes me crazy.
I let her scent sink into me for as long as I can hold it, knowing that it could be gone at any moment. I love it when she’s close to me when I’m inches away from her exposed neck that I could possibly bite it with eagerness. The animalistic woman, who is inside me, is seeping through. But, I can’t let that happen right now, I must be careful not to frighten Bunny.
While fixing my bed, Clint comes inside of my room while leaning against the wall; his arms crossed on his chest confidently. I looked at him and rolled my eyes.
“What?” I asked while throwing the pillow back on the bed.
“Are you getting along with my daughter? Is she annoying?”
God no, she isn’t. In fact, she’s addicting. I inwardly smile to myself in a deviant way. I quickly replied to him: “No, Clint. Me and Y/N are getting along quite well. She’s a great cook, by the way.”
“She is! She made us steak last week and it’s delicious,” He says and sits on the bed that I just fixed. Now he’s ruining the sheets. “Do you want to get to know her more? I’m sorry that I never talked to you about her, you were busy from time to time and I didn’t want to bother you.”
“You could never, Clint. She is funny and energetic, you didn’t lie there. I would love the idea of getting to know her more.”
“Well, Y/N is very educated – like you. But, she tends to be idealistic and naive. I do think it’s part of her growing up, you know what I mean?” I nodded at his statement and let him continue on.
“She’s also a good tennis player, for some reason… and a food critic. Y/N can tell what the ingredients are just on a donut or a soup. Oh, she’s talkative and optimistic. As a father, I wish I could’ve gotten to know her more. She was away with us for so long, well except for the holidays. She would be with us.”
I love that Y/N is a naive person. That means, she can never tell if I’m sometimes showing off my desperate side towards her. I can easily manipulate her into something dangerous and she wouldn’t even have to say anything about it. It’s just been over a day, and I badly want her.
Hungrily.
Desperately.
Fuck.
“She sounds like a good kid,” I said with a hint of a smile and sat beside him. “I want her and I to get close someday, she could be a big part of my life.”
“For sure, Romanoff. I think she’ll love you as a sister.”
God, I hate that term. I am definitely, most certainly not, a sister to Y/N. I’ll be her lover one day, I’ll be the only woman she’ll ever think and scream about. It makes my body fire with excitement as I think about my hands running up and down on her naked waist, my head buried on her neck as I suck on that skin; giving her a purplish red hickey. I want to see her beg for my touch and my lips, I want to hear her scream my name. God, I want it all so fucking bad.
I finally snapped out of my daze and noticed that I was undeniably wet. Sighing, I asked Clint to leave and he complied.
A few hours later, I decided to finally take a bath. But, the problem was, the bathroom inside of my room was not working. Sighing to myself, I walked out and went to an unoccupied bathroom until I saw a door creaked slightly open. Out of curiosity, I take a peek and see the girl who I just thought inappropriately with. I bit my bottom lip with anticipation as I watched the water trail down endlessly on her baby skin, the way her hands moved up to her breast as she squeezes it softly – how much I wanted those hands to be mine instead.
I felt like a perverted creep but at this point, no one else was in the hallway. So, I took my time watching Bunny as she soaps herself. My core starts to get wet from the sight of her stretching out her neck as she lets the water falls down onto it, I closed my eyes and cursed to myself. This was wrong, it was wrong in so many ways. But I can’t help it. My hand starts to slip down under my shorts and underwear and I feel my own cunt – carefully not letting out a guttural moan. Bunny was so perfect in every way possible, she was captivating to watch. I know that I should’ve taken things slowly but god, she looked absolutely beautiful naked. Her ass looked delicious, too. I just want to squeeze them harshly and bite them; not to the point she would bleed.
Unless she wants to bleed.
As soon as she turned the faucet off, I immediately walked away from the scene and closed the door behind me. My chest was heaving with arousal, everything was beating so fast. My desire for Bunny was getting more intense and I wish I could stop it, but I can’t. I find myself in this reality where I can have her. But, in this reality, it will be hard.
I’ll make it easier then.
My bunny, my detka. My kotenok. My everything. The fire to my heart. I will capture you one day and own you as my pet and my lover, I’ll marry you. I will let you see the real world, I will take you away from this madness. You will be mine, just wait.
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the widow’s bunny - part 2
author’s note | this series might have a lot of parts, i don’t know yet? but what i can tell you is that i will do my best to update all the time :) enjoy!
summary | Your father, Clint Barton, brought his fellow Avengers to the safe house and it was your first time meeting the one and only Black Widow; Natasha Romanoff. As soon as you and her get a little close, her other side is vaguely showing and it truly frightens you. She quotes, “You will be my pretty little secret, yeah?”
pairings | Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader
warnings | obsessive behavior
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You are currently away from the Avengers outside of the house to get your mind elsewhere; for no particular reason. Though, your mind wandered to the redhead who seems to be the only person that was genuinely kind and making an effort to have a conversation with you – no diss to the other members who are currently in your house. Then, you guessed it. It’s mainly because you were either friendly or lonely. Back at boarding school, friends were the last priority in your mind since you badly wanted to go home. You don’t have any resentment over your parents, but somehow, you wished to live a normal life as your brothers did. No complaints though, you appreciate everything that your parents offer you.
So out of your mind, you hear a familiar sound coming from your back as you snap your head, seeing the redhead in front of your small body. Now, you feel more intense and anxious in front of her goddess presence.
“What are you thinking about?” You admire how she got straight to the point and you shrugged, crossing your arms below your breasts as you sighed deeply, then inhaling the atmospheric scent.
“Just thinking, sorry. Is there anything you need?”
“No, not really. I just wanted to check up on you,” She offered me a kind smile and then took a step forward. Her body was now practically beside you but we had our distance. “Such a beautiful day, isn’t it? It’s pretty gloomy.”
Now you let out a lighthearted chuckle as you closed your eyes, nodding in agreement.
“It is pretty gloomy,” You whispered under your breath but she heard you very well. She responded with a low tone: “How was it like in boarding school? Being away from your family must’ve sucked.”
It sure did suck. Whenever you were sometimes at your lowest peak, your mom or dad weren’t simply there. You would call them, sure, but a hug would’ve been so much better considering your love language is physical.
“It’s alright I guess, nothing that special about it.”
“I understand how you feel,” She says. “I was raised in the red room. We were all trained to be the best assassins out there, I was Dreykov’s favorite. When, well, when we got … sterilized, I had sworn in my life that I would hate him. He didn’t even consult me about it.”
You felt terrible for Natasha. Going through something conflicting like that is probably the most traumatic experience that any person can go through. You look at her with your apologetic eyes and offered a hand, she gladly held yours and gave it a squeeze. You never thought her hands would be this soft.
“Was it … scary?” You asked timidly, afraid to look at her pretty eyes.
“It was.”
“You never have to be afraid again,” You comforted her, and finally, you looked at her gaze. “We’re here for you. I’m here for you. Okay?”
Natasha tilts her head and gives a one-sided smile, squeezing your hand as she whispers: “Thank you, Y/N. You’re sweet.”
Something about her calling me sweet makes you fold. Were you crushing over your father’s best friend? Truly, this was frightening considering how much older she was than you. But there was this feeling of being safe with her and it massively comforted you like a blanket. You love having her around, and that’s scary to admit.
“I’m here for you too, sweetheart,” God, stop calling me that. “If you need anything, you can always come to me. Actually, I’d like to invite you to my room later. I would love to get to know you more, get to know more about my best friend’s daughter. What do you say? It's like a little date but in a friendly matter.”
You didn’t hesitate any further and were quickly abrupt, nodding meekly.
“Yeah! Sure, yes. Oh my god, yes! I’d like that.”
She winked and kissed your temple but it was more like a chased one. Pulling away, Natasha says with a dangerous tone: “Good. I’ll see you later then.”
When Natasha walked away from you, she took a turn and hid by the tree to take a more glimpse of your alluring self. Her eyes trailed down to your uncovered legs as you wore denim shorts and biting her lip in anticipation. Her mind rushed through filthy thoughts about her hands gripping your thighs as she kisses your stomach hungrily; your moans become more erratic as her tongue glazes over your skin – acting as if it’s a meal. Maybe you were a meal to her, a piece of meat. But to Natasha, you were more than just a lump of meat. You’re her angel while she was the devil.
Shaking from her thoughts, she ushered back to the house and walked quickly up to her room; shutting the door with a bang and leaning her back against it, feeling her chest getting quite heavy from her lustful thinking. It’s getting more vicious as she could never stop thinking about you. Knowing herself, Natasha would’ve had you by now. But time does tell, and she knows that a leisurely pace would lead to success.
You wore a loose camisole tank top along with sweatpants that covered most of your legs. It was a chilly night and you decide to wear something comfortable since you’re going to spend some time with your dad’s best friend. Natasha was very forward with you and does want to get to know you better, but you have this sort of feeling that you’re 100% sure that it isn’t going to happen. Anywhoo, as you walked to her door and knocked quietly; Natasha opens it with a calming smile that was on her lips – more like a tight smile.
“Come in!” Natasha offered you a hand and you gladly took it, feeling your legs weaken from her hand that was delicately soft. She guided you to the mattress and sat back until your back hit the headboard as she sat down beside you, letting out a quiet chuckle before she grabbed the remote control for the television that was in front of you.
“What would you like to watch? I’m honestly good with anything.”
“How about the lake house?” You suggested and she gave a tight grinned smile, nodding. She replies, “Good choice, kotenok.”
“What does that mean?” You curiously asked while leaning your head against the headboard like some confused kid. You just heard her hum for a minute until she responded:
“Jus’ a little nickname,” Humming again, she presses the button to play the movie and you get merely comfortable on the mattress; relaxing your entire body as the chilly room comforts your bare skin. As your mind gets lost with the movie, Natasha was taking a bit of a glance at you. She would look at your side once in a while to memorize every freckle that was on your arm or how your lips get chapped when you’re getting invested in something. She has this evil desire to turn your cheeks to her and kiss you as if she’s eating your entire soul. Your entire being. I can’t control it, she’s just so near me.
The older woman’s hand was on the bed that was slightly near yours and she looks at you – but not in the way she’ll get caught – and lets her hand maneuver closer to yours, licking her lips as she feels her heart thumping loudly, ringing to her ears. She lets a finger graze on yours and watches if you’ll give a slight reaction. None, she smiled to herself proudly and rested a single finger on your hand without even bothering or noticing it there.
You’re undeniably ravishing, bunny. I can’t wait to fully taste your lips and your skin.
An hour later in the movie, you were starting to get sleepy. So, without your consciousness, your head suddenly leans against the older woman’s shoulder and gets very comfortable with it. Natasha was shocked by the sudden movement but dangerously smiled as she wrapped her arm around you, pulling you closer to her.
Yawning, you whispered: “Have you ever been in a relationship before, Natasha?”
You don’t understand why on earth you’d ask that but the goddess who was holding you was incredibly alluring and very compelling. And you were genuinely curious too, so you asked shamelessly.
“Of course, Bruce was my boyfriend but it never worked out,” There was no dismissiveness in her tone as she continued: “Maria Hill was my girlfriend for 3 years. I broke up with her because she wasn’t loyal to me.”
Lifting your head, you asked: “What did she do? Did she like cheat on you?”
Natasha sighed and nodded slowly, her fingertips were dancing around your skin giving you a slight comfort. “She did, with Danvers. I don’t care at this point, she can go fuck herself.”
You pouted to show how sorry you were and whispered: “Gosh, I’m sorry Nat. That must’ve been horrible!”
The woman just shrugs and pulls her knee up to her chest, “It’s fine. I’m over it anyways. You? Have you ever been into a relationship before?”
“Well, yeah. With a girl I guess.”
This made Natasha’s smile falter and snaps her head at you, her eyes full of questions. She never thought that her bunny would ever be in a relationship and it makes her a little irritated. Who else would touch you? It made her skin boil with anger.
“Who?” Natasha managed to ask, surprised that there was no venom in her voice.
“This girl in our school was fairly sweet. Very flirtatious,” I can be flirtatious too, maybe even better than that bitch. “She was my first kiss and the person I lost my virginity with. Unfortunately, the time has come that we have to depart so we did. I cried about it, yes, but I decided to just move on. She will never be back anyways.”
She better not be back or I’ll cut her heart out. I can and I know-how. Natasha thought to herself as she exhaled, feeling the air a little warm. You felt her arm tightening around you as you tell her a story about your love life and it was a little uncomfortable since you don’t like being gripped too hard. You offered softly: “Nat, can you … loosen up? Sorry, I don’t like being–”
“Sorry,” She immediately retracts her arm away from your body, as if you were a hurt puppy, and looks down at her lap. “I didn’t mean to. I promise to hold you gently next time.”
“You didn’t hurt me, I promise,” You cooed while bringing your hands to hers as you held them gently, making her head lift and look at you with a curious look on her face. “You know, I never open up to a lot of people. Usually, it would take me time to fully trust someone and as my dad’s best friend, I feel safe with you. So, thank you for that.”
You make me crazy, bunny.
“I–Of course, Y/N. I like it when you feel safe with me,” Her face softens and pulls you closer to her, hugging you lightly – afraid enough to hurt you and escape from her embrace. This wasn’t so awkward yet it felt so … not normal. It was strange because you never felt this way with anyone, not even your ex, and with Natasha, you feel like you can say or do anything and she wouldn’t even give a shit.
She pulls away and gives a kiss on your forehead, whispering: “You’re always safe with me, kotenok. I promise.”
There she goes with that nickname again, you should take some Russian classes to understand what she’s saying. It even leaves you out of curiosity. After the movie ends, you ask yourself if you can use the bathroom and she lets you. As soon as you walk out, Natasha tiptoes herself out and walks to your room. Gladly, it was wide open so the widow didn’t have a complex time getting herself in. With two small cameras in her hand, she quietly places it behind a flower pot that can hide the lenses while the other one was put up on the closet door. Happily, she sighed. You are now completely on her property. She immediately left without leaving any evidence that she was there and got back into her room, lying down on the mattress comfortably.
“Natty?” That nickname sounds so good on your tongue. “Can I go to bed now? I’m very sleepy, can we talk more tomorrow yeah?”
“Of course, Y/N. I’m sorry for keeping you up,” The woman stands from her mattress and walks up to you, holding your cheeks together warmly. You sighed into her hand as you felt her thumb caressing your cheek. It felt nice. “Get some sleep, I want to hang out with you some more tomorrow. Goodnight.” Then, without even thinking, her lips were carefully pecked on your forehead and that made your stomach churn into fear or relief. You don’t know which one, because everything that Natasha does to you makes you feel something different.
You were probably going crazy.
“Night,” You smiled at her for one last time and headed out, going back to your room without knowing that there are cameras in there. So that she can watch you as you fall asleep in your bed.
And Natasha did that. She watched you on her computer as you took off your tanktop, revealing your breasts. The widow lets out a soft moan that came off from her chapped lips and watches you further, she never thought you liked being naked when going to bed. It arouses her just to even think about your legs wide open as she thrusts her strap-on inside of your tight warm hole.
“My bunny,” She whispers sweetly and presses her lips on the screen. Pulling away, she trails her fingertip on the computer screen and sighs with satisfaction. “My only bunny. My kotenok. You’re so pretty when you’re naked.”
Natasha felt like this perverted woman who is currently watching a woman getting herself comfortable in their bed. It almost scares her but, in a good fucking way. Her mind was racing with undeniably filthy thoughts, it was making her completely insane. She was addicted to you, she wanted to get to know you more and more until she could break you down and manipulate you to join her into this world where no one else can see.
Closing her laptop, she placed it back on her desk and went to bed happily.
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It was around noon when you saw Natasha coming out of her room with her black cardigan that was wrapped around her torso. She looked at you and gave a smile, then pat Clint’s back as you hear him wheeze. You chuckled.
“You find that funny huh?” Clint rolled his eyes as he put the cheese ravioli on a big plate for everyone to eat. Your father also makes the best food besides you, and you do enjoy eating one of his dishes every day.
“It is kinda funny.”
“Oh Y/N, your father is very sensitive,” Natasha mumbles while playfully winking at you as she takes a bite of a green apple that was on the counter. You never noticed but her eyes trailed all the way down to your pressed cleavage. God, she is so sexy. It's so marvelous. So deceiving. A brat.
“I am not–”
Laura cuts him off, “You are, kind of. But, that’s probably why I love you.” She kisses him on the cheek and you look away as soon as you can, you hate to witness your parents being all so lovey and dovey. Natasha watches every movement you make and it gets her so excited to see more of what you can do.
You left the kitchen and walked to an empty room where you can just be alone right now – as you find that very comforting and sighed to yourself. Every day, this woman, Natasha, this energy you’re feeling towards her is new. You question yourself how you got so close to her within the span of two days and now, you’re both pals. But, you’re feeling this sort of crush on her. It was probably normal, everyone has crushes on everyone these days.
“You okay, kotenok?”
You smiled to yourself. Natasha. Turning, you lifted your eyebrows and replied: “Can’t stay away from me, huh?”
Natasha shakes her head and chuckles, crossing her arms. “I guess I can’t. You’re pretty fun to hang out with.”
“What can I say, I’m very entertaining.”
I can tell that you are, my love. I just know you are. Natasha thinks to herself and leans against the wall – acting like this cool aunt in front of you. She clears her throat and says, “You are, indeed.”
Without even thinking, you asked, “When are you guys heading away? I really like having you around here and it would make me sad to see you go.”
Natasha’s heart warmed at the fact that you don’t want her going away. It makes her think that you’re feeling the same way she feels for you, it’s maddening. The woman shrugs and spoke back, “In a week. Why? you miss me already?”
“Ha-ha,” You laughed lightheartedly and leaned your head back on the wall. “Kind of yeah. I am getting really comfortable with you.”
As it should be, my bunny. That’s all I ever wanted, needed, for you to be comfortable with me. Natasha walks a little closer to you until you feel her arm pressed against your sidearm and tilt her head slowly.
She whispered, “I’m really comfortable with you too, detka.”
Another nickname. You thought to yourself as you caught her green eyes lingering on your exposed skin. You backed up your head a little to get her out of her own daze and she did. Natasha mutters a quiet, “shit” before she shakes her head and apologizes.
“I’m sorry,” She defended herself. “I just, god you’re so, beautiful and wild. I don’t know, I don’t know–”
“No it’s okay, I feel the same way. You’re incredibly beautiful too.”
Natasha has these eyes that give off, you-really-mean-that? And leans closer to you but this time she is finally in front of your small delicate body and brings her hand to your cheeks, squeezing with utmost care. You shut your eyes and let out a shaky breath, making Natasha even crazier.
“Natasha–”
“Tell me something,” She whispers while slowly leaning her forehead against yours. Biting her lip, she continued: “Tell me this, do you want to be kissed right now? By me? Be honest. Because I want to kiss you right now.”
“Really?” You asked and opened your eyes with hope, meeting her intense gaze that almost felt vile.
“Tell me you want to be kissed.”
It sounded like she was begging for you, begging for you to say it. And, it only had been two days since you two met but have you ever heard of this quote, “You only live once”? So, you nodded. The widow smirked.
“I’ll kiss you now,” Slowly, she leans in and pressed her lips against yours – letting out an unrecognizable moan that she made. God, she is as sweet as I imagined. Natasha thinks to herself as she pulls away with a pop. Leaving you breathless.
Suddenly, guilt rushes down your body as you think about your dad reacting to this. It was fairly wrong despite the age difference that both of you have. Thank god you were legal though. You bit your lip anxiously and mumbled, “I don’t think we should do that again.”
Don’t you dare say that, bunny. You’re now finally mine! How can you say that? “Why?”
“Because you’re my father’s best friend–”
“Lunch is ready!”
You sighed to yourself and pushed her away as if she was in the wrong of the situation. You walked out of the room and tried your best to forget about what happened. It was wrong on so many levels but if you had to be honest with yourself, that was the best kiss you ever had. Even though it felt like two seconds. Still, the way she kissed you made you feel like a brand new person.
Natasha curses to herself and slaps the wall angrily. She almost had you, she was this close, but the consequences and principles were along the way and she could’ve done it slower. She didn’t waste any time preparing a plot of her kidnapping you and taking you to her chambers where no one else can find you.
When lunch ended, you were back in your room while you were wearing your earphones to relax from what happened. You sighed and turned up the volume so you don’t have to hear what was going on outside from your own room. You just needed to be alone for a while, again.
Until you see Natasha bursting inside your room as she marches towards you, lifting you up from the bed like some Viking. She pulls your jaw with her strong hands as you feel a sudden pain and whispers to you with a venom tongue:
“You’re going to be my pretty little secret, yeah?”
And then bam, everything goes black.
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the widow’s bunny.
summary | Your father, Clint Barton, brings his fellow Avengers at the safe house and it was your first time meeting the one and only Black Widow; Natasha Romanoff. As soon as you and her get a little close, her other side is vaguely showing and it truly frightens you. She quotes, “You will be my pretty little secret, yeah?”
Then bam. You don’t know where you are now.
warnings | non/dubcon (only kissing though) ; dark natasha romanoff ; naive fem!reader ; obsessive behavior ; ownership ; yandere ; drug use ; psychopathic themes ; age difference ; older!natasha and younger!reader
pairings | natasha romanoff x fem!reader
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author’s note | please read the warnings before you read the series that i’ll be publishing in a bit. i don’t want anyone going to my inbox and say i’m a weirdo, this is a dark series and again if you don’t like it, you don’t have to read it. <3
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 so on...
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