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Scarlett Johansson as Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow Avengers: Endgame (2019) - Deleted Scene
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caylusromanoff · 1 year
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Subby nat going up to each of r's variants and tugging at their sleeve being like " are you my daddy?🥺" and getting more and more upset when she can't find them until one of the variants scoops her up and brings her to you
THIS IS ADORABLE!!! She gets so giddy when she sees her Y/N, immediately jumping over you and clinging to your body like a little koala. Natasha will even squish your cheeks. “Hi daddy!!! Did you miss me?”
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caylusromanoff · 1 year
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Untamed Bloodlust
Vampires!WandaNat x Vampire!Male Reader
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Summary: Scared of the bloodthirsty monster inside of you you haven’t fed on humans in a while. Your girlfriends want you to give in to your bloody desires wanting to release the beast inside of you they love so much. Not scared of you they give you the final push over the edge.
Warnings: threesome, killing, bathing in blood, blood-sucking, smut, oral (f and m receiving), vaginal, anal, praises, pet names, choking, marking, reassurance, fluff, mistress kink, Y/N being stubborn.
tell me if I missed any warnings
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caylusromanoff · 2 years
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Personally I think the Duffer brothers should make it up to the Eddie fandom and give him a show on his back story and everything that’s led up to this point. I said what I said and you better keep Joseph Quinn as Eddie ✋🏻
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caylusromanoff · 2 years
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Put On A Show - Natasha Romanoff x Reader [18+]
A/N: Writer’s block has been a bitch lately and I’m not entirely sure that I met the brief with this one but I have decided to post it nonetheless. I know a lot of you have been waiting for this fic, so I hope that it meets your expectations. Happy reading <3
Summary: You always assumed that Natasha had wanted to keep her side job hidden, though it becomes clear that the reality is a distinctly different story.
Cw: Smut, porn star au, praise kink, degrading kink, d/s undertones, scratching, choking, spitting, slight exhibitionism(?).
Word Count: 2179.
DO NOT PLAGIARISE, REPOST, TRANSLATE OR CLAIM AS YOUR OWN.
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Pitch black drowned the entirety of the room, your eyes flitting to decipher the nothingness that they soon became lost in. Slumber had evaded you without respite, inhibited by the untamed moans that ripped from Natasha’s throat in the adjacent room. The sheer volume exceeded normality, a clarity so distinct that you felt as though you were right beside her. Sometimes, you wished that you were. Sometimes, it was that sole thought that occupied your mind until you drifted to sleep.
Natasha had opted to keep her cards close to her chest when it came to her job, sheepish smirks exchanged between the two of you the morning after a particularly raucous night. Though the truth remained undisclosed, you knew of the activities that occurred come nightfall, subsequently making an oath with yourself to steer clear of probing questions. And while this agreement served its purpose to begin with, in recent times you had been plagued with a growing curiosity, your interest piqued to no end.
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caylusromanoff · 2 years
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Hey everyone 👋
I'm sorry for the disappointing post but I just wanted to let everyone know I'm taking a short break from writing. I just need a little time to work on myself and deal with some issues I have going on and I know if I post things they won't be as good as I want them to be. Again I'm so sorry for the inconvenience.
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caylusromanoff · 2 years
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*popular tiktok song playing over and over*
Y/n: *starting at the phone with wide eyes and mouth slightly open"
Natasha: *huffing loudly* I swear to god Y/n if I come over there and that's a woman's arse I'll break that phone on your face!! *Storms over angry*
Y/n: *turns phone so she can see the video of perfectly layered cement*
Natasha: oohhhhh
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caylusromanoff · 2 years
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hii for a blurb how about wanda helping reader do his T shot?
my fav character??? with trans!reader fluff? so wholesome 🥹 enjoy!
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“Already darling boy, you know the drill.” Wanda said, patting the spot next to her on your bed. You nodded, taking out all the necessary supplies for your shot. Wanda cleaned the area she had to inject silently.
“Thanks for doing this, Wan. I hope you know that it means a lot. Just the support and everything. I always felt like I could never get it- but then I met you. I feel the luckiest guy in the world, honestly.” You admitted with a light chuckle.
Wanda smiled softly, finishing up preparing the shot. “I’m the lucky one. I couldn’t have asked for a boyfriend better than you. So handsome and perfect. I feel more and more happy everyday. Alright baby, it’s time for the injection.”
At first you had always felt nervous- like it would hurt. You were even a bit scared of needles. But after a couple months went by, it simply became routine. You barely even felt it.
“Alright, all done!” Wanda said happily, applying a bandaid to your thigh. “You ready for dinner now pretty boy? It’s your favorite place.” The redhead said, sticking out her hand for you to hold.
“Perfect baby- and hey Wanda?” She paused, turning to face you. You kissed her gently before pulling away, rubbing circles on her cheeks. “I love you, so so much. You’re so beautiful and perfect. The absolute love of my life.”
She blushed lightly before wrapping her arms around your waist. “And my darling boy, I love you. You’re so handsome. Just the kindest person I’ve ever met. And I’m so lucky to be with you. Now come on, let me go spend time with my favorite person.”
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caylusromanoff · 2 years
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My princess.
Prompt: in a world of Dom's and subs it's normal to know who's owned by who. What happens when the truth comes out?
Natasha Romanoff X male reader.
Minors DNI.
"Natasha?" You call from your office and you smile at the patter of little feet running to the foor.
"yes daddy?" She asks looking up at you with nothing but submission in her eyes. You smile even wider and cup both of her cheeks in your hands, running your thumbs over them before leaning down to kiss her softly. She pulls away and takes note of your clothes and frowns.
"don't leave daddy" she says with a pout and you chuckle before kissing her forehead and shaking your head. You were dressed in a maroon button up and some skinny black jeans with smart black shoes, your hair styled to perfection and practically stinking of cologne. The shirt sleeves rolled to your elbows and the first two buttons undone, leaving your tattoos on show.
"shh princess, we don't whine do we?" You ask and she pouts harder before shaking her head and whispering her apologies. You let your eyes scan over her outfit and smile and the sweats and slightly baggy top she's wearing. "go get your shoes on for me. And bring me your collar when your done" she nods happily and runs off to get her shoes. Rolling your eyes you chuckle "No running in the house!" You shout after her and grab your wallet and keys before sitting down on a chair and waiting for her.
A couple seconds later she wanders into the room holding her black collar with the black widow symbol in the middle with your initials in it. She carefully hands it over to you before kneeling in-between your legs and you smile proudly. "My good girl" you whisper, rubbing your fingers over her cheek before leaning down to kiss her. She whimpers against your lips and you smirk pulling away and gently moving her hair out of the way so you can put her collar on.
Once you had it on you nod for her to stand and she gets up, hurrying away to grab her leash and coming back over to you. Clipping it on you make sure you both have everything you need before heading out to the car. You strap her in before you drive you two to the avengers tower.
About two months after Tony had given stark industries to pepper she had advertised for a partner and you had successfully gotten the job. So technically you were Starks boss and took great joy in reminding him of that.
The whole team were aware of everyone's titles and relationships. However, Natasha had never told anyone that she was married and already owned. She just never felt the need to.
You smile watching her playing with the stuffed animal she had brought along and listen to her singing along to the radio until you pull up to the compound. Jumping out of the car you run over to her side and open the door for her. She takes your hand and steps out before leaning up to press a soft kiss to your lips. "Thank you daddy" you nod at her with a wide smile and hold out your hand to which she places the handle of her leash before toddling off Infront of you.
You chuckle and allow her to lead you into the building. The receptionist looks as though she has seen a ghost and chooses not to say anything as you both disappear into the lift. The pinging of the door alerts everyone in the common room that someone was here however the sight that greeted them was not what they expected at all.
"no fucking way"
"language!"
"I knew it!"
"oh my god so cute"
"m-mr Y/ln?" You chuckle at the reactions from the avengers and allow Natasha to pull you forward to where she runs into Wanda's open arms. You allow her to greet everyone before calling her back over and gently taking her leash off and allowing her to run off with Wanda and Peter, the two other submissives in the room.
"alright alright. Calm down. I'm here to see Mrs stark. Yes Natasha is my submissive and little. If you have a problem with her you'll have me to answer to. I expect her to be treated in the same manner she has been for the last ten years. Understand?" They all nod at you, too scared to disagree and you smirk before walking away towards the office you shared with pepper.
Smiling at the coffee that was waiting for you on your desk you go through some of the paperwork that you have before pepper arrives and you both get on with your meeting. About half way through you both hear the door crack open and look over to see an upset Natasha holding her stuffed animal that she had in the car. "Excuse me" you whisper to pepper before heading over to the door and picking Natasha up.
"hi little love. What's the matter?" You ask her softly and she just whimpers, hiding her face in your neck and crying softly. Pepper looks over at you with a soft look before standing up and walking out of the office. You take Natasha over to your desk and sit on the chair with her straddling your lap.
"baby girl? Can you tell daddy what's the matter?" You ask again and she whimpers once more before leaning back and wiping her eyes before looking directly into yours.
"i-i missed you d-daddy an-an' Bucky saids dat' h-his daddy is better than you. S-saids your older a-an suppos'ed be stronger but 'ou not 'venger like 'im" you sigh and clench your jaw before bringing Natasha close again and kissing the side of her head. Bouncing her slightly to soothe her.
"listen to me baby okay? Daddy is older than Steve, and yes I am stronger. But that's why I'm not on the team okay? I am drafted as an avenger yes, and I could join the team right now if I wanted to. But I sit on the sidelines and do your paperwork for you instead" you let out a giggle causing the little one in your arms to giggle too.
"baby im the one they send on the missions that are deemed too dangerous for any of you. Remember when I go away for business trips? They're missions baby. I just didn't tell you because I knew you'd worry. But you have absolutely nothing to worry about okay? I promise. Daddy isn't going anywhere" she nods against you and you rock her and whisper sweet nothings into her ear until the door opens again and pepper comes in with a little bag of toys and an ice-cream and a bottle of milk. You playfully gasp and tickle Natasha's sides.
"baby look! Look what auntie pepper got for you" nat leans back and squeals when she sees all of her favourite things. You let her climb down from your lap and attach her leash to her wrist before she flops down on the floor at your feet and begins playing with the toys. "What do you say to pepper baby?'
"tank 'ou aun'ie pepper" you smile at your little one and shake your head playfully. You couldn't be more thankful for Natasha. She wasn't only your submissive and your little but she was also your wife, your soulmates and companion for life. You definitely wouldn't have made it this far without her.
(sorry it's so short. I'll try and see if I can get another done later on. I wanted to apologise aswell for the wait and delay. I just have a lot going on right now. Thank you for all of your support :)
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caylusromanoff · 2 years
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So I just wanted to thank everyone who follows and supports me for this. When I started this blog I never thought it would get to the point it has. Thank you everyone for reading my work and supporting me the way you all do. It means more to me than you know 😁😁😁
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Pre-Symbiotic
Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Symbiote!Reader Warnings: Threats, lesbian symbiote, mentions of sex… I mean, someone gets deepthroated by a giant tongue…. A/N: I really liked writing for this character, so Havoc may end up being a reoccurring character for any of my stories (although, she’s more likely to tether closer to Natasha). Also, this is basically a prequel to my other oneshot ‘Symbiotic’ (hence the name). Enjoy. Thank you! :)
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“Y/L/N, can you hear me?”
The scratchy sound of the intercoms were faint in your ear, fading in and out as the voices of the team tried to reach you.
Cold concrete pressed against your skin, dirt and sweat and grime covered your body as you lay there still. There was a high pitched squeal in your ear that was dulling with each passing second. Your body felt both numb and overly sensitive to everything around you all at the same time as you slowly came to.
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caylusromanoff · 2 years
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Can I request a Natasha x little male reader
Where reader is a new avenger and he’s getting lots of hate for being a little so one night reader is feeling really depressed because he’s been repressing his little side so one night when finds him just lying on his bed she decides she’s had enough and starts doing little this to cox him like cutting his food, cuddling with him it asking if he wants to have a bath and so one…
Thank you so much
I loved this. Hope it's okay 💖
You'd been staring at the same spot on the ceiling for the last hour and a half. The day had been going smoothly until around dinner time. Whilst you sat and ate your dinner with Steve and Bucky, Bucky on Steve's lap in his little space, youd been scrolling through your social media when as usual a flood of hate was thrown your way. Ever since you and Natasha had been spotted in public when you were in your little space youd gotten tonnes of hate for it and therefore you hadn't been little in almost a week and Natasha was slowly starting to lose her mind. But she'd never tell you that
You were so engrossed in your thoughts that you didn't hear Natasha come into your room or feel the bed dip beside you. "Baby?" She asks softly and you slowly drag your eyes away from the ceiling to look at her. "Dinners ready. Come and eat with us?" She asks and you nod sitting up and dragging yourself off the bed. Before you could make it to the door your turned around by Natasha's hand on your wrist but don't have time to react as your pulled into a soft, loving kiss. "I love you. So much" she whispers against your lips and you smile.
"I love you too detka" you whisper back and she sighs. She just wanted to spend time with her little baby boy but she couldn't because of how disgusting other people could be. She knows that you don't know she knows about the hate and she was trying to keep it that way for a while but she couldn't take it anymore. So she made it her goal to make you slip tonight. You needed it more than you let on. She could see the tension in your shoulders and every time you clenched your jaw she got angrier.
When you both reached the dining room the rest of the team were gathered around with their food Infront of them. Steve was feeding Bucky, Tony was feeding Peter and Maria was feeding Wanda. Natasha disappeared into the kitchen to get your food and your smile dropped when she placed the plate and plastic fork Infront of you. "uh nat? I don't think this one's mine" you say as she sits beside you but she just shushes you and kisses your cheek.
"eat for me baby boy please? Let yourself go for me" you go to protest but Natasha kisses you again before grabbing the fork and stabbing some food before bringing it up to your lips. You sigh in defeat and allow her to feed you the food. You had to admit it was really good and you could feel some of the stress leaving you already.
About half way through the meal you notice you don't have a drink and reach over to take Natasha's glass of coke. "Ah ah baby no. That's mamas drink. I'll go and get you one huh? What do you want little love?" She asks and too sigh and almost whine. She wasn't making this easy for you at all. The kept rubbing the back of your neck and playing with your earlobe and that was all it took for you to slip.
"m-milk p'ease" you whisper and she nods. Leaning down to kiss your forehead before wandering off into the kitchen. You don't pay any attention to the rest of the team as you take note that yours and Natasha's food is completely different. You reach over and grab a piece of the steak on her plate before shoving it into your mouth.
When Natasha comes back in she places the bottle of milk Infront of you and frowns when she sees you continuously chewing. "Baby? What's in your mouth" she asks as she tries to open your mouth to see but you shake her hands away and keep chewing. "Ah ah baby come on. Show mommy what's in your mouth. I don't want you to choke" finally giving in you open your mouth and nat gasps before taking the steak out.
"oh baby boy. You can't eat mamas food when your little unless I give it to you okay? Remember what happened last time bubba? We don't want you choking again do we?" She asks and you just look at her not really understanding anything that she just said because you were too small.
She gently pulls you into her lap and feeds you the last of her fries as they were softer than the meat. After you were finished your food she turns you so your leant against her chest and holds the bottle of milk to your lips, cooing and rocking you gently. Once youd had enough she thanks Tony for clearing the table and stands up with you in her arms.
"now baby. Do you want a bath now or in the morning?" She bounces you gently, waiting for the lift to reach your floor. When it finally does you point to the bed and she smiles "alright bubba. We can cuddle and watch a movie okay? But you need to have a bath in the morning okay. We don't want you all stinky do we?" She tickles your tummy and you giggle, allowing her to dress you in to some cute pyjamas with a matching Paci.
"h-has mama 'ilk?" You ask shyly and she smiles wider than she has all week. She'd misses her baby boy so much.
"you can nurse before sleep okay baby? You just had some milk and I don't want you to get an icky tummy alrighty?" You nod and hide your face in her neck, wanting nothing more than the feel of your mama holding you tight.
"lub 'ou mama"
"I love you too little love"
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*At the avengers compound*
*Natasha, on the phone with Y/n after a haircut*
Natasha: I like the length plus It suites me
Y/n: as long as I can still pull on it I’m good natty
Natasha: I’m on speaker baby
Y/n: fuck
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*Y/N turning their room upside down looking for something*
Natasha: What the hell are you looking for?!
Y/N: MY WILL TO FUCKING LIVE
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caylusromanoff · 2 years
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Can I request a Natasha x male!little reader, where reader struggles with anxiety but nobody knows so they keep inviting him to there party’s but he always makes excuses so he doesn’t have to go but when one party Natasha forces him to go and not even 20 minutes in he’s had enough and runs out. When Natasha finds him he’s alone In his room sobbing (and wet). But when Natasha try’s to comfort him he screams and tells her it’s all her fault.
Thank you 😊 😅
Of course. I hope it's okay :))
"nat no! I don't want to go. Please just let me stay here. I don't know what the big deal is?" You say with a clenched jaw. Natasha sighs and comes up behind you, already dressed in her tight black dress and wraps her arms around you, kissing the side of your neck.
"oh come on baby. It's Starks party for you! For completing that mission by yourself. I know your not little so what's the issue?" She whines into your ear and you clench your jaw again, catching her pleading eyes in the mirror before sighing and shaking your head.
"whatever. Go down. I'll get ready and meet you down there" you sigh out and she squeals, spinning your round and kissing you before telling you she loves you and running out of the room. You swear you were dating a child sometimes.
Looking around the closet you sigh and try to stop your hands from shaking as you pick out a shirt and some trousers. Pulling the trousers on was easy but the shirt was quite a struggle as your hands were shaking and you kept missing the holes for the buttons. After you'd finally managed to get them done you messily do your hair and spray your cologne before taking a couple more deep breaths and shaking your body out. "It's just a stark party. We got this." You whisper to yourself before pulling open the door and heading to the elevator.
You decide against that and decide to use the stairs instead. You walk down them as slow as you can and take another deep breath when you hear the music already. Keeping your jaw clenched you head over to the door and almost cry when you walk inside. There's people everywhere, music blaring and the smell of alcohol and sweat. Oh god, this is something from a nightmare.
Trying to compose yourself you head over to the bar and get a glass of iced water. Sitting at the end of the bar you can't stop your hand from tapping on the bar, the other pushing your bottom lip into your mouth so you can chew on it.
Spotting you from the other side of the room Natasha saunters over to you, drink in hand and she plants herself down into your lap. You huff out and whimper at the overwhelming feeling of everything.
"baby!! Come dance with me" she shouts over the music and before you have time to reply she's already dragging you away from your seat and pulling into the sea of people. You almost instantly start to panic. There were bodies pressed against you from every angle and the music was that loud you couldn't even hear yourself think. Not paying attention to anything you feel yourself slip almost instantly and push past Natasha and everyone else before running to the door and up the stairs.
Throwing yourself through your bedroom door you land on the floor with a thud and crawl over to the corner, pushing yourself as close to the wall as you can. You let out a loud sob at the feeling of your now wet trousers and grab the hoodie from the top of the laundry pile and hide yourself with it.
You didn't hear the door open over your loud sobs or the loud panicked gasp that leaves Natasha's mouth at the sight of you. She runs over to you and removes the hoodie from your head.
"NO!" You almost scream startling Nat causing her to jump back suddenly. "Baby? What happened? Did someone hurt you"
"d-dis you fault!" You scream and she looks horrified before frowning and moving to sit Infront of you "I don't wan' no party. But you say me haf' to. Not wan to go and you made me. Scares me otay?" You say as you sob harder.
Letting out another gasp of realisation Natasha coos before moving closer to you. She slowly removes the hoodie before noticing your trousers and pouting. "Oh baby boy. Mamas so sorry. I'm so sorry baby. I didn't know. Please forgive me. I never meant to make you panic or scare you. I'm so sorry"
She almost whimpers out and when you look up at her you notice the tears on her cheeks. You sniffle and reach a hand up to wipe at her cheeks. "no cry mama. Me forgives you. Jus no more party otay?" You ask and she lets out a chuckle and nods.
"of course baby. No more parties. Ever. Thank you for forgiving me" she leans down to peck your lips and you smile wide and blush as always. She giggles and plants kisses all over your face, noticing it was calming you down. Once you lay your head against her chest she kisses he top of it before gently moving you away from her.
"shh baby boy it's okay. Let's get you in the bath and then we'll watch a movie okay?" Nodding along you let her pick you up before carrying you into the bathroom.
Once she has your bath run and filled with bubbles and toys she cleans you up and plays with you for a while before your ready to get out. She then takes you back into the bedroom and dresses you in your toothless onesie and makes sure you have your matching stuffie and paci before she leaves to warm up a bottle for you. Once she's back she quickly changes into her own pyjamas before settling into the bed next to you.
"I'm so sorry for upsetting you today baby boy. I won't ever do it again I promise. I love you so much"
You snuggle closer to her and smile around your bottle whispering an I love you too before slowly falling asleep in her arms. She was your safe place and you knew she always would be.
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caylusromanoff · 2 years
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Hello any requests coming for today?
Yes. In progress now 😊
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The Widow's pet
Summary: Y/n is kidnapped by a gang of mobsters, although it is not quite the nightmare you would expect. AU. 18+.
Pairings: Mobster! Natasha Romanoff X Fem! Submissive! Reader Insinuation of other Mobster! female marvel characters X Reader.
Class: One-shot? Series? TBD; dark, angst, smut, teeny weeny bit of fluff.
Warnings: VERY DARK, dub-con, pet play, mommy kink, gun play, knife play, mentions of branding, breath play, pain, fingering (r receiving), strap-on sex (r receiving), oral sex with strap-on (r giving), degradation, alcohol, swearing, mention of drugs.
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I sighed, swiping the sweat coating my forehead with the back of my hand as I wiped down the bar. My night bartending at Stark's was about halfway through and as busy as ever. The crowd bustled and and laughed noisily, drowning their sorrows in overpriced vodka and rum. I was just about to approach a customer who had been flagging me down at the end of the bar, when the crowd had suddenly became startlingly quiet.
Glancing up, curious of the disruption, I almost dropped the rag I was holding in my hands at the sight of who had just walked in.
Natasha Romanoff sauntered in to the vicinity, followed by her gang of Widows, sporting similar black and leather attire. She looked around lazily, eyeing a few customers that have given her trouble in the past. At their presence, the customer I was about to serve hastily left the premises as well as multiple others. The group took the place at a large table that had been abandoned. I don't blame the people for leaving, everyone in the city knows what the gang get up to. The Widows own an infamous drug cartel and have control over basically the entire city, cops included. They didn't bother to hide the weapons lining their hips as they shred off their jackets, hanging the leather on the back of their chairs.
Those who were brave enough to stay kept their heads ducked, merely exchanging nervous glances with each other as they sipped from their glasses. In order to break the tension a little, I turned up the background music slightly at the wall. Luckily, this encouraged a few patrons to start up quiet conversations.
Gulping down the anxious gasps of breath rising in my throat, I approached their table with wobbly legs. Their whispered conversation halted as I leant over the table to pick up the half-drunk glasses the previous patrons left behind. I tried my best to focus on the task at hand, however it was difficult when I could practically feel the burning of their gazes all over my body. Boldly, I glanced up at the terrifying redhead in front of me, just fast enough to notice her eyes flicker from the cleavage displayed with my top two buttons being undone. Well I've got to get good tips somehow.
They switched to my eyes, and my mouth went dry as I peered into the forest green. There was something dark behind them, evil, almost. I wanted to kick myself when the first thought that came to my mind wasn't how awful this woman is, but how undeniably sexy I found her.
After grabbing hold of the glass in front of her, I turned to leave. However, I was forced to freeze in place when a hand caught my lingering arm in a tight grip. My body instantly went cold, running from the icy temperature of her rings. Turning around slowly, I nervously faced Natasha again.
"Bring me a double bourbon, rum and cokes for Kate and Yelena, vodka and cranberries for Carol and Maria, and a large red wine for Wanda would you sweetheart?" She spat out her order without a pause, as if testing me. I repeated the order in my head over and over again, who knows what the punishment would be if I fucked up.
I simply nodded before turning to leave, although her grip didn't lessen.
"Look at me." I did.
"Use your words, kitten." Oh, fuck.
"Yes ma'am." I said, careful as to not let my voice waiver.
After my response, she gave me a sinister smirk before finally letting go of my wrist.
When making the drinks with more precision than I ever have before, I still felt her grip on my wrist. The feeling spread white hot heat through me now that I have escaped, replacing the coldness. When I brought the drinks back over, I took the time to memorise who was who. However, despite all of them staring at me with only what could be described as hunger, none of them stuck out more than their leader.
"How about you sit with us, sweetheart?" The redhead asked. Although her tone made it sound more like a demand.
"Um, I- I can't, I'm the only bartender tonight." I stuttered. For some reason, saying no to her did not feel natural to me at all.
Her smirk dropped, her expression turning to steel. "Get your boss."
"What-"
"I said-" She leant forward, "Get. Your. Boss."
I scurried away to the office behind the bar, knocking furiously.
"Alright! Alright, come in!" At the sound of Tony's voice, I let out a sigh of relief. Bursting through the door I instantly let out a whiny rant of everything that just went down, however through my desperate gasps in an attempt to stop tears from rising to my eyes, the only legible words said are "Widows....bar....Romanoff....me.....you!"
Standing up from his chair, Tony settled me with his palms on my shoulders. "Woah, kid. Breathe. In and out come on." I breathed in and out slowly, following his instructions with gaping eyes looking into his concerned ones. Once my breathing became some what regular, he calmly asked me what was wrong.
Taking one last deep breath, I explained. "The Widows are in the bar, Natasha Romanoff asked me to sit with them but I said I couldn't because I was working and now she wants to speak to you."
With a groan, he ran his hands down his face. "Fuck kid, what have you gotten me into?"
"Well it's not my fault!" I cried.
"Okay, okay chill. Lets go see what they want."
When we walked back out, I hung back behind the bar and observed as Tony approached the intimidating woman. Despite talking directly to him, she kept her threatening gaze locked with my nervous one. I couldn't here what she was saying to him, however by judging by the way all the colour drained from Tony's face, I can assume it wasn't good.
After an extremely short conversation, Tony came back to the bar. Without even looking at me, he picked up an already clean glass and began to wipe the inside of it with a rag. "Go sit with them, I'll take over."
"What? Tony-"
"Please Y/n!" He gritted through his teeth. Tony was not easily bossed around, and so I can only guess what he was threatened with for him to become such a wimp.
Shaking my hands in an attempt to release the building tension rising in me at the thought of what is about to happen, I slowly make my way towards the table. I kept my head down, embarrassed of the sympathetic looks I am getting from other customers as well as the devious grins Natasha's loyal followers are shooting my way.
I take hold of the back of the only spare chair at the table, the one between who I have discovered to be Yelena and Carol. Before I can pull it back from the table, her sultry voice interrupts me.
"Not there dorogoy."
Looking up at her confused, the question rising from my throat turns into a pathetic whimper when I see she has already pulled back from the table, tapping her thigh. I hear Carol let out a chuckle, most likely in relation to the sound that escaped my lips.
Heat rises to my cheeks, but I make my way to her anyway, shame dripping with every step. When I get close, she gives me no time to take a seat at my own pace and instead wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me down so I am flush against her, braced on one of her thighs with my legs between her own. In this position, my cheek is leaning in to the side of her neck. My senses have gone haywire, all I am aware of is her hand on my waist, the other gripping my bare thigh, the smell of her jasmine perfume, the sound of her taking a whiff of my hair and the moan that follows. Despite this being an incredibly dangerous situation, I strangely find comfort in this position.
"Well isn't that just adorable?" Coos a raspy voice from the table, Wanda I believe.
Natasha looks down at me condescendingly. "That's a good pet. Now how about you stay a good girl for mommy and keep quiet whilst the adults talk, hm?"
I am an adult you cheeky fuck. Wait, mommy?
The name she has given herself only increases the heat in my cheeks, as well as the heat somewhere else. With building shyness, I only manage to nod. However, when she shoots me a startling look, I remember the order she made earlier.
"Yes mommy." The name falls so easily from my lips I barely caught what I said. Where the fuck did that come from?
Seemingly impressed with my response, she grinned and removed her hand from my thigh momentarily to pinch my already red cheek.
For the next hour, I sit there quietly with my cheek flushed against her warm neck. Despite the women conversing over plans to expand their drug dealing territory to the next town over, I have never felt more comfortable. In my relaxed state, I struggle to keep my eyes open. Feeling the fluttering of my lashes against her skin, Natasha pauses her speech to glance down at me and tutted.
"Looks like babygirl is tired ladies. Go home darling, I'll come get you later."
I didn't register that last bit, instead I grumpily pried myself from her arms, walking off to the back whilst rubbing my eyes tiredly. As I stood from her lap, I felt the hand that was previously around my waist graze down my back and gently push my ass forward.
After gathering my stuff and beginning my walk home, the daze I had been under gradually disappeared. What the fuck just happened? Why was I so comfortable in that criminals lap, and why do I want to be there again?
Eventually I arrived home. I took the time to have a steaming hot shower and attempted to scrub off the guilt of enjoying her touch. After changing into some baby pink short pyjamas, I climbed into bed with my hair still wet and fell asleep peacefully with the knowledge that the Widows will most likely move onto another bar soon, and I will never have to look into those dark forest eyes again.
---------------------------------------------------
I awoke from my slumber with an ache at the base of my neck, slumped forward at an uncomfortable angle. Looking around in the pitch black, I realised the glow of my bedside clock is missing. I went to reach over to feel for it, only to find I was restricted. My first reaction was to panic, squirming around in an attempt to free my wrists that were bound to something behind me. I felt wood and rope rub against my legs too, leading me to the conclusion that I was tied down to a wooden chair. Releasing panicking gasps, I felt my warm breath hit back into my face. I had a bag over my head. The air became hot and I found myself struggling to breathe, crying as I shook my seat with powerful thrusts of my shoulders.
"Sh, shh, doragoy. Relax." That recognisable voice whispered against where my ear should be from outside burlap sack, she reached her hand around my neck, grasping at the front of my throat and tipping my head back onto her shoulder.
"N-Natasha?" I whimpered, salty tears dripping over my lips.
"That's not my name pet." She tightened her grip.
Wheezing, I managed to let a plea escape my mouth. "Mommy, please..."
Standing back up with a sly chuckle, she released my neck. "I knew you were special." I felt her fingertips brush through my hair as her voice moved around me, giving away her movements.
She circled around in front of me, I felt short manicured nails scratch up my revealing thighs, gently pushing the flimsy material of my shorts up to my hips and most likely revealing the lack of panties I am wearing underneath. The sound of a quiet groan reaches my ears, she is crouched in front of me now.
"What do you want?" I cry, shivers raking down my spine at the feeling of her kneeling between my legs.
"Enough whining little one." She presses an open mouth kiss to my knee, her teeth grazing me harshly. "I just want to play. Don't you want mommy to play with you?"
I whimper as flashes of fantasies roll through my mind, sinful ideas of what play time would entail with such a monster. Despite the utter disgust I feel of myself, I cannot help the gush of arousal that begins to pool out of me. I grit my teeth in frustration when I am unable to close my legs in an attempt to hide my pleasure. "No."
In an immediate response to my rejection, though I am not sure I believe it myself, the sack is immediately ripped off of my head. I clench my eyes shut, doing my best to shield my eyes from the sharp light hanging above my head. She gripped my cheeks harshly, leaning forward to the point where I could feel her furious pants against my lips. Slowly opening my eyes to adjust to the light, I am met with those intimidating eyes again.
"No? I don't think you have much of a choice kitten. After all, you are mine now." She takes hold of my plump bottom lip between her teeth, pulling it back as I let out a squeal. She lets it go with a pop, smirking at the tears that continue to roll down my cheeks. "What do you think girls, should we keep her?"
It is only then I notice the group of women I had previously encountered standing behind her, some leaning against the concrete wall, others leaning forward with their hands on their knees in fascination.
"Oh please Natasha! I've always wanted a pet." Yelena pleads, her eyes swirling with lust and raking over my body.
Natasha tutted, turning her attention back to me and running her hands down my arms, ignoring the goose bumps that followed her touch. "She wouldn't be yours sestra. She's mine. But if she is being a naughty girl, I suppose I could let you have your fun." She grinned at me devilishly. I began to sob at the thought of being passed around these women like an object. Sobs of terror, not delight, right?
"Shh baby, no more crying." Natasha stood back up and leant over me, cupping my cheeks. "Aren't you just the prettiest girl ever?"
I flushed at the compliment, the heat growing when she leant down and began to seductively lick the tear stains from my cheeks. This time, I couldn't keep a quiet moan from escaping my throat. When she pulls away, she makes her way around the back of my chair, hands bracing on my shoulders.
"Now, here is what is going to happen. I'm going to untie you, and then you're going to take everything I give you like a good slut. If I decide you've been a good girl, then you can stay here with me. If not, well, lets just say the only way you will be leaving is in a a body bag. Understood?"
My mind froze at the threat. Is she suggesting what I think she is suggesting? Either I stay in this place and let this woman do whatever she wants with me, or I die. Simple as that. Disgustingly, I grow hot at the thought, waves of lust rushing through me from head to toe. An itch begins to fester under my skin that that I feel only she can sooth. I want this woman to ruin me. And so, with a bite of my lip, I nod my head. "Yes mommy."
I hear the others coo and murmur about how good I was, but I keep my head down, too embarrassed for them to see me so submissive.
"Leave." Natasha barks from behind me. I jump slightly in my chair, startled at her tone, but instantly relax when she sooths me with a pat on the head. I glance up to see the women straighten their backs and quiet instantly, before leaving the room and closing the steel door behind them with a creek.
My breath shakes as I hear the faint sound of metal sheathing, flinching slightly when soon after a cold surface is pressed against my shoulder.
"Such pretty, smooth skin." She whispers in my ear, trailing the knife down my arm slowly towards my bound wrists. "Can't wait to mark it baby. When you're all mine, I'm going to brand my initials into those beautiful thighs of yours." My breathing quickens. With a quick slash at the rope around my wrists, I let out a yelp at the release of tension.
I keep my wrists in place behind me, unsure if she wants me to move them. But she lifts them gently, placing a delicate kiss to each sore wrist before settling them in my lap.
She crouches in front of me next, making quick work at the ropes around my ankles. I can tell by her feral movements that she is getting desperate. Desperate, for me. The thought has me soaking my shorts, dripping onto the polished wood of the chair.
Throwing the knife to the side, I watch as she stands and makes her way to the door to lock it. She pauses for a moment, before turning back to me and leaning back against the metal.
"Come here." She demands, eyeing me suggestively.
I stand slowly, my knees feeling like they will buckle at any moment. Before I can even take a step forward, she hisses and lifts her hand in a 'stop' motion.
"Crawl."
I gulp at the instruction. But, not wanting to disappoint her, I sink down to the floor. I approach her on my hands and knees, the rough surface digging in to my palms and knees uncomfortably. When I reach her feet, I sit up and look at her with wide eyes expectantly, awaiting her next instruction.
She looks down at me, her eyes blown out and looking practically black. Her expression is dark and wanting. "Such a good kitten." She praises, gathering my hair into a ponytail and holding the bunch in one fist. With the other hand, she frantically begins to unbuckle her belt. I am shocked to see her pull out a large black strap from her briefs. "Suck."
Inching forward, I take the head of the faux cock between my lips and suck, swirling my tongue around the tip. She groaned at the sight, throwing her head back in delight before looking down at me again. I felt a pressure pushing at the back of me head, getting the message, I began to sink my head further down the cock, taking in as much as I could before I began to gag about halfway down. She didn't seem to like that though. With a forceful push at the back of my head and an aggressive buck of her hips, she forced the cock down my throat until my nose was smushed against her trouser buttons.
"That's right, take all of me." She moans, pulling at my ponytail until I am fully off her. I take a gasping breath, drool hanging out the corner of my lips. I didn't have much time to rest, before she was shoving the strap back in. She took hold of my head with both hands this time, and took initiative herself, thrusting the cock in and out of my throat at a brutal pace. She grinned down at me between pants of pleasure, enjoying the sound of my wet chokes and gags. She held me down at the base for a moment, tears began to fill my eyes as I struggled to take a breath. She rubbed her pelvis into me, blocking my attempt at breathing through my nose,. She ignored the slaps I gave her thighs in an attempt at pleading with her to let me go. Just as my chest began to ache at the loss of oxygen, she pushed me off of her.
I fell onto my back, mouth gaping as I attempted to catch my breath. In my breathless state, I hardly felt her as she began to strip me of the little clothing I had. Kneeling between my legs, she looked down at me lustfully as she groped every part of me she could, taking special interest in pinching the stiff peaks of my nipples. "Such a pretty girl."
Once I had caught my breath, she finally leant down and captured my lips with hers, kissing me with as much passion and aggression as she had displayed with the strap. Her tongue intruded, exploring every curve and crevice. Her hand trailed down my stomach, and she let out a deep moan into my mouth when she cupped my sopping sex.
"So wet for me baby, you want mommy to fill up your needy pussy don't you?" She stopped kissing me to taunt me, pouting condescendingly.
"Yes!" I squealed as she pushed two fingers into me in response, curling them to hit spots no one else has ever reached. My eyes began to roll to the back of my head as the pit in my stomach began to deepen, filling with lustful tension that desperately needed to be released. Before I could reach my high however, she pulled out and lay a harsh lap over my swollen clit.
Lifting her wet hand from between us, she pushed her fingers between my lips. I instantly took hold of her wrist, and sucked on her fingers coated in my juices, letting out a whimper as I tasted myself.
"Oh honey, you want something to suck on don't you?" I nodded pathetically. "You miss having my cock in your slutty mouth? Well I want to use it in another one of your fuck holes. So how about you take my glock instead?"
Before I could register what she meant, her fingers were replaced with cold metal clashing against my teeth. The metallic taste practically melted against my tongue. It was only when I saw her sinister grin I had noticed what it was. A gun. She is holding a loaded gun in my mouth.
Before I get the chance to push her away, I scream around the pistol as an even bigger intrusion makes its way into my cunt.
"Oh fuck baby you're so tight." She looks down at the action between us. "I can hardly fit." She groans.
She kisses my cheeks, smiling against my skin as tears begin to slip again. "Don't worry kitten, I'll make it fit."
Abruptly, she removes the gun from my mouth as well as the strap from my pussy, and turns me over onto my stomach. Lifting my hips with both hands, she pushes the cock all the way into me until I can feel the zipper of her trousers leaving indents on my ass. "Shit, you're so sexy."
I flop forward, another scream breaching my throat as she pulls back and lurches forward into me, again, and again. She pounds my back out to the point where my cheek is pressed against the cold concrete, grazing as I am shoved violently forwards with every rut. Pathetic whines and moans leave my lips, pitching at every point her clothed thighs meet my bare ones. I am totally exposed and at her will, and I fucking love it.
Looking over my shoulder, I admire as she clenches her jaw, sweat coating her face and neck. A vain on her forehead bulges as she snaps her hips, letting out vicious grunts with every thrust. Meeting my eyes, she smirks deliciously.
"Who does this pussy does this belong to my pet?" She pants, slapping my ass with an open palm.
"Yours mommy! It's your- oh fuck!- its your pussy!" I cry, struggling to keep my head up as I begin to reach my high for the second time.
"That's right." She mutters. "All mine."
Her pace quickens and her deep thrusts turn shallow. She leans over me, pressing her abdomen flush against my sweating back. I realise now at the feeling of her breasts pressing against me, that she had stripped off her shirt, as well as pulled down her trousers to her knees. She takes hold of my chin with one hand, turning me to face her so she can crash her lips against mine again. The kiss is sloppy as she grinds desperately against me, trying to reach her high at the same time I do.
"Cum when I tell you to." She demands. I whine, I don't know if I can hold my climax in much longer.
Her grunts turn into long, deep moans. Our kissing has halted. Instead, our lips stay pressed against each other, gaped open as we moaned into each others' mouths.
"Cum now, cum with me."
I screamed her name as I released the long awaited orgasm. The mix of our cum dripped down my pussy, covering my thighs and pooling on the concrete. Her hip movements slowed, now just slightly grinding into me, elongating the euphoria for the both of us.
She stayed lying on top of me, making no effort to remove the cock plugging my pussy.
"My perfect little cum dump." She whispered between kisses she was trailing up and down my neck. "I will definitely be keeping you."
The exhilaration of our time together overpowered the fleeting thoughts of the life I would be leaving behind, and at her words, I smiled.
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