#dark natasha romanoff x reader

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Lavender Haze

A Roommate WandaNat x Reader au

Summary- You were in your freshmen year when Wanda and Natasha took an interest in you. Now in your junior year, you are their roommate but things aren't as simple as they seem.

Behind closed door, you become their plaything. Sometimes it works in your favor and sometimes it doesn't. Only time can tell if you will survive this toxic arrangement or not?

Warning - choking, humiliation, slapping,  reader in trouble, wandanat are toxic as hell, they love reader in their own way but not much, dom/sub undertone etc

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You were sleeping peacefully in your bed, one leg draped over the big panda stuff toy you got yourself last summer. Wanda and Natasha had mocked you for it but you didn't care, the purpose of the toy was very clear, being squeezed to death. Every night when you had it in a suffocating grip or one leg draped over it as you drift to sleep, you would mentally flip a bird off to the couple with whom you shared this three bedroom duplex apartment.

"What the.." You panicked when you were lifted off from the bed and in the air, flaying your arms, you tried to find the ground, your toes brushing against it slightly. Before you could make much out of it, you were dragged outside and toward the kitchen, you knew it was Natasha and the glimpse of her red hair confirmed it. She had quite a habit of manhandling her way around you. They both do but Natasha was more efficient at it.

Your sleepy eyes caught the other half of the couple sitting on the kitchen stool, her fingers tapping against the screen of her phone. Natasha dropped you on the floor, not too gently. "Ow.. fuck yo-" Before you could even finish the sentence, the back of Wanda's hand collided with your cheek. Instantly tears welled up in your eyes, the sleep long gone.

"2." Wanda simply reminded you of the number of chances you have left before you get in serious trouble and you ignored the uneasy feeling that creeped up your stomach at the thought. Her weird rules about unnecessary swearing somehow only seemed to apply on you but not her own girlfriend who had a mouth of a sailor when she would be in her zone. Sometimes you wondered was it because of her frustration of not getting her way around Natasha that made her double down on you.

You ignored the strawberry blonde in front of you and took in the smell of cocoa in the kitchen, "What is it? Ooh pancakes- Ouch, Natty Please." You whimpered in pain when fingers tangled in your hair, tugging on the roots, you hand instantly wrapped around Natasha's trying to ease the tugging but your strength was nothing compared to hers.

"I came to make breakfast for your ungrateful little ass and look what I found!" Natasha turned your head toward the sink and you whimpered more at the sight of the dishes from last night than at the burning in your scalp. Natasha had told you to do the dishes and you had snapped at her, promising to do it later but you never got the time as Wanda had grabbed you to watch a movie, falling asleep there in her arm as she would massage your scalp. You wanted to blame Wanda but knowing that it would not only earn you a good smacking from Natasha but Wanda too.

"I am sorry. I will do it now." You pleaded hoping she would let go off your hair now but the woman hardly paid a heed to her grip, instead decided to reward you with a condescending look as she stared you down, "You lack too much of the cognitive ability to remember a simple task, Darling. I hardly doubt you have the motor coordination to perform it." Natasha mocked and Wanda snickered from behind you. You ignored the way your eyes started to tear up, hoping to hold it back before they could prey on it as well.

Natasha noticed the tears in your eyes and feigned a warm smile, slowly leaning in toward your ear, "For now, I will handle it and later you will pay me back by doing the only one thing you are good at." She pulled back and watched the look of embarrassment tinted with desire on your face, just as she expected. "A pretty little slut." Wanda chirped in and your face went a shade darker, you avoided Natasha's gaze when she chuckled at the remark made by her girlfriend.

"Go wash up and come eat breakfast." Natasha patted your cheek, gently urging you to listen and you nodded quickly, anything to get you away from the duo. You went to dash out of the kitchen but before you could make even three proper steps, a hand grabbed the collar of the hoodie you were wearing, pulling you almost over the counter, you almost choked on your own saliva, "Forgetting something?" Wanda asked, one of her sculpted eyebrows raised in question and you felt timid under her strong gaze before leaning in and placing a kiss on her cheek, earning a pleased smile from her that left you giddy. "Good. Now shoo." Wanda let go and you made your way out to the washroom.

You would always greet Wanda with a kiss on her cheek in the morning, it was sort of a part of your routine now and as well as Wanda's and God forbid if someone messes with her routine. It was a moment of affection that was not frowned upon by neither her girlfriend nor her. Never allowed to touch those lips though, you weren't complaining either. You were fine with how things were between the three of you.

You were in your first year when you met them in the orientation programme. They were your seniors and after hanging out a few times, they offered to share their place with you when they learned that you were looking for a place to rent. Except they refused to take the rent as the place was owned by Natasha. Every month, it would take a whole lot of begging just to get them to take your share of the rent. It was a nice place. You had your own room. Your own space that they rarely invaded. You didn't exactly recall when you became a part of their arrangement, but it happened after a few months of you moving in with them.

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You walked back into the kitchen, Natasha was working on her laptop in front of Wanda, while she talked to her about some upcoming event in her department. For a moment you stayed in the doorway, not sure if Natasha was still annoyed at you. Wanda patted the stool next to her when she noticed your presence and you instantly made your way over there, your eyes fixated on the plate of pancakes in front of you.

You let out a groan, the first bite melting in your mouth and you couldn't help but do your little dance at the sight of the three more pancake stacked in your plate, you couldn't wait to devour them all. From the corner of your eye, you could see Wanda looking at you but your focus remained on the cakes, "This is really good." You told Natasha, never failing to complement her cooking and she gave you a soft smile before replying to Wanda's question. They were talking about the upcoming fests in the college, being part of various clubs they had been pretty busy. You didn't care much about it and focused on your breakfast.

You were putting some orange juice in your glass while taking a bite of the pancake but the jug bumped into the glass, not expecting the jug to be heavy and you watched as the glass started wobbling a little before falling in your lap. "Oh shoot." You panicked at the dark spot forming on the white hoodie, your eyes widen in fear when you realised that it belonged to none other than Natasha. Wanda instantly took the jug from your hand before you could make any more of a mess. "Y/N!" Wanda grabbed some tissues trying to soak up the spilled juice and you stood there in fear and it was proven right when Natasha's hand grabbed you by your ear harshly, "Didn't I tell you that you can't eat in my clothes?" Natasha asked, her eyes flaring with aggrevation and you winced closing your eyes both at the pain and as well as her expression.

"I-I would have worn something else but you woke me-"

"Oh so now it is my fault?" She twisted your ear a little more while simultaneously pulling you up along and you stood on your tippy toes to avoid the pain. "Answer her, silly." Wanda's words broke the silence as she threw the dirty tissues on the slab. "I should have made her clean it with her tongue." Natasha twisted your ear one last time before letting go of it with a push.

Your hand instantly shot up to rub the pain away with tears once again welling up in your eyes, the morning kept getting worse for you,"That would have definitely work with her." Wanda agreed as she swatted her hand away from your ear, giving you a pointed look which turned into a sadistic one as she took notice of the teary eyed look on your face. Things would take such fast turns whenever you were with them. One moment it would be peaceful and the next they would be pouncing on you about something.

"Off." Natasha gave out her command and you slowly fiddled with the hem of the hoodie, knowing very well that she would not even allow you the privilege of going to your room and changing. "Now." Wanda reinforced her order and your hands pushed the soft yet wet material off yourself, instantly goosebumps raising on your skin.

Natasha took the material from your hand, "You are not allowed to wear anything till Monday. You can stay like this only." She told you sternly and you opened your mouth to protest, "But I am sorry Natty, I really didn't mean to. I change out of it before breakfast everyday!" You whined at her declaration and gulped when the two of them raised one of their eyebrows at the same time.

They both sometimes subconsciously seem to mimic each other's action and you wanted anything but have the attention of the duo in a negative sense like that, any other day you would love to have them dotting on you.

"Don't you think your mouth is running a little too much today?" Wanda asked harshly, her hand grabbing your cheeks in a vice grip and you struggled to get out of her reach. "I-I am sorry!" You pleaded through your teary eyes and Wanda let go of your cheeks and moved onto your neck, "Apologise to her." She turned your head towards Natasha and you felt your cheeks reddened at the way you were getting treated. You didn't dare to complain about it, knowing that your ass was on line.

"I am sorry, Natasha..Please forgive me." You apologised hoping she would change her mind. She couldn't be serious about something like that but then again it wasn't the first time she had come up with something outrageous to punish you.

Natasha hummed in acknowledgement, you could tell she was still upset as she sighed, "Not until Monday. I don't want any whining from you. You don't deserve this privilege until you learn some etiquettes." She further added and you nodded quietly watching as she left the room to wash the clothing, leaving you alone with her strawberry blonde counterpart.

"It's you own fault." Wanda drawled after observing you from her position on the stool for a while and you wanted to snap at her and let her know that you already know but decided otherwise knowing she would jump at the opportunity to punish you some more.

"I know." You muttered successfully holding back the sass from your statement and Wanda stared at you for a few second, trying to figure out if you were being sassy or genuine. Her eyes ran down your body, deciding whether you were worthy enough for attention or not.

"You will catch a cold if you keep wearing this." Wanda's finger hooked onto the strap of your bra pulling it a little before letting it snap on your shoulder, making you wince at the sharp sting causing a satisfactory smile on her lips.

"It's not wet." You pushed her hand away a little harsher than necessary and Wanda instantly took notice of the fact. "Huh." She let out a scoff, probably at your audacity and you watched in shock as she picked up the almost empty glass of your orange juice and tipped it down on your chest. "What the..Wanda.." You tried pulling away but her other hand held in your place, halting your movement, all you could do was squirm at the feeling of the liquid dripping down your chest, your nipples hardening by the cold temperature of the liquid.

"Is it wet enough for you?" She asked over her shoulder as she turn to place the glass away, not wanting to risk another damage perhaps. "Off." The familiar order hit you again and you took a sharp inhale, feeling a wave of arousal mixed with fear hitting your senses at her tone.

You got a moment to yourself when Natasha came back in the kitchen, her eyes falling to your wet chest a little confused but one glance at Wanda whose eyes were clouded with lust, her own expression turned into a familiar one. "Do we need to repeat everything today?" Wanda asked, using her sharp nails to turn your face toward her. "You are really getting on my nerves, Detka."

When you realised that your pleading would only fall to deaf ears, you reached back with your hands to slowly unclasp your bra, your bare chest presented to their hungry gaze. "Much better.. isn't?" Wanda asked and you looked up at her, the feeling of humiliation turning your your cheeks a bright shade of red.

"It is." Natasha answered while, her gaze fixated on your bare chest. You reached forward to cover your body but she grabbed your hands and pulled you closer, your upper half colliding with her covered body but you made sure to not stay touching with her not wanting to ruin any more of her clothes and face her wrath, although a part of you wanted to move closer to the warmth of her body.

You started into Natasha's eyes when you suddenly felt Wanda behind you, effectively trapping you between the duo. You felt much smaller next to them especially when you had literally no clothes on compared to them. "Let me go." You whispered softly but Natasha chose to ignore it as she leaned forward a bit, "Do you really want that?" She asked, her finger lightly tracing down your cheek to jaw which you immediately clenched when Wanda's hand cupped your breast, softly squeezing the flesh.

When Natasha started leaning in more, you closed your eyes thinking she was going to kiss you but it never occurred as she kissed Wanda whose head was next to you and you didn't understand the unfamiliar emotion that hit you. Of course she wasn't going to kiss you. They have never kissed you. Before you could ponder more on the thought, it vanished the moment Wanda pinched your nipple and you let out a whimper which was covered by Wanda's moan to Natasha's kiss.

Natasha's hand grabbed you by your hip to turn you around while she continued kissing Wanda, the sight had you mesmerized to even care about how they were again manhandling their way around you. Now you were looking up at Wanda who had her eyes closed as Natasha devoured her lips. You shuddered at the chill going up your spine. Natasha's hand started playing with your chest. "N-Nat.." You moaned softly only for it to become a whimper when she squeezed your hardened nub.

"Shh." Wanda pushed her finger on your lips, quietening you as Natasha moved to her neck. It made you feel small. Insignificant in their whole dynamic but once again you hardly had time to process the emotion as Natasha pushed Wanda back on the stool to sit. Her whole neck was covered with bite marks. Some of them were freshly made by Natasha while others were fading away,   You have never seen Wanda without them. Natasha had always been on the rougher side between the two of them. More territorial.

It reminded you of the time when you had accidentally in your lust bitten Wanda too hard, creating a similar mark which Natasha hadn't appreciated at all. All week Natasha had been so rough with you, Wanda had also notice that and took special care of you that week. It was perhaps the first time you had witnessed the softer side of Wanda, maybe that was the reason you had more of an inclination toward her than Natasha.

"Gorgeous.. isn't she?" Natasha whispered in your ear, one of her hand placed on your neck, her fingers holding your head in place to look at Wanda. Her other arm was wrapped around your waist, completely trapping you against her warm body.

You slowly nodded your head as much as her hold allowed it. Wanda's cheeks were flushed, she was staring into Natasha's eyes and you felt as if you were a mere spectator of the show rather than a part. "Why don't we put that tongue to a better use? Huh?" Natasha asked or more like stated and before you could even make up your mind, she pushed you down on your knees in front of Wanda, putting your hand on Wanda's shorts before moving her hands to her body.

You looked up at Wanda for permission and she raised her hips, letting you slide the material down her smooth thighs, you abandoned the clothing and ran your hand up her calves to her thigh that convulsed under the touch. Wanda instantly moved her hand into your hair, her grip tight, tugging on your roots. You started at her for a moment and the realisation of how stunning she was hit you again. She was an epitome of elegance despite of being in such provacating position, she still held the gracefulness of a Queen.

"Play nicely." Natasha whispered to her and her grip eased at little and you were glad for it, no way you could please her with her tight hold on you. She placed her foot on your shoulder and your eyes met her, you knew what she wanted and never the one to deny her , you started placing kisses up her calf muscles, slowly sucking the skin while making sure to not leave a single mark for Natasha to find out later, you moved upward, worshipping every inch of her just as she desired.

You finally came close to her wet center, the sight had you dripping in your own panties. You slowly started placing kisses on her inner thigh and around her pussy but never where she needed you the most. Wanda's nail dug into your scalp and you winced at the pain, you could feel Natasha's leg on your back as she went closer to Wanda effectively muffling her whine with her lips. You would have teased her a bit more but Natasha's hand forced your head in and the last thing you wanted was to piss her off some more.

You parted Wanda's thighs a bit more and licked your way up her folds and was rewarded with more of juice that gushed out of her, groaning in pleasure when you heard her let out a muffled moan of your name, you placed your lips on the bundle of nerves where she needed you and started toying with it. Your teeth lightly grazing it before sucking. Her thighs started convulsing and you moved two of your fingers to her entrance, slowly sliding them in, the wetness allowing you in with ease. You started moving you fingers while your tongue moved around clit, sucking and nibbling here and there just how you learned it from her girlfriend.

It wasn't long until Wanda had your head crushed between her thighs as you pushed her over the edge, while she used your face to ride out her orgasm pulling Natasha in for another kiss, wrapping her arms around the redhead's neck, she hardly cared about the pain when she bit her lip, it only seemed to enhance her high. "N-Natasha.." She gasped for air when her girlfriend pulled away.

You could finally breathe when Wanda let go of you, your cheeks and mouth was covered in her juices and you licked your lip, slowly tasting her, it made you thirsty for more before you could lean in again to satisfy your thirst, Natasha's hand curled around your hair pulling you back up on your feet. "Let me have a taste as well." You assumed that she would be going down on Wanda again but what she did was unexpected for you as well as Wanda who was staring at you.

Natasha pulled you up to her lips with her hand that was still in your hair and you instantly got on your toes to ease the pain, her tongue licking her way from your jaw to your mouth before finally placing her lips on yours. Your eyes widen and you let out a small gasp that was enough for Natasha to slide her tongue in, you hardly knew what was happening before she pulled away with a satisfied smirk playing on her lips.

"So heavenly." She turned to look at Wanda whose face was still flushed but held an emotion you couldn't separate from the lust on her face. "Why don't we take it back upstairs?" Wanda asked, her breathing and her both in control now. She glanced over at you, a predatory smile falling on her luscious lips at your still surprised look, clouded with arousal.

"I thought you wouldn't ask after the number she did on you." Natasha stared into your eyes while her hand that held your neck moved to your jaw, her thumb tracing your lips that were swollen from her biting before sliding it in your mouth. You wrapped your lips around it, your tongue playing around her thumb as she pushed it deeper. You allowed her. Anything to get back on her good list.

"Why don't you care more about what I am going to do with you than what she has done on me?" Wanda asked in a sultry tone as she gracefully got off the stool and out of her shorts, her tshirt coming down to her mid thighs covering her up. Natasha's thumb stopped pushing in and she let out a raspy laugh, turning slightly to look at Wanda.

"Oh really?"

"Really." Wanda traced her fingers up Natasha's arm. "We can just throw a vibe in her and see how long she can last.. while we talk 'business'?" Wanda suggested and you whimpered around the thumb in your mouth at the thought. Business. That was what they used to tell you when they would spend the whole day in their bedroom. That was before, when you weren't a part of their little game.

"Sounds perfect. Doesn't it Y/N/N?" They both chuckled when you shook your head at Natasha's question to you as if your opinion mattered to them. As if it has ever mattered to them. "How cute." Wanda removed Natasha's hand from your mouth and she slowly traced her fingers down your hair, pushing them forward, the hair strands touched your sensitive nipples.

"Do you think I have forgotten about the little tease you were being earlier?" She asked while a faux sweet smile remained on her lips and you gulped softly, shaking your head 'no' when she raised an eyebrow and she gave you a full smile, patting your cheek not so gently but each touch only seemed to fuel the fire within you. "Good-" She was about to say something when Natasha cut her off with a glint in her eyes that sent a shiver down your spine.

"I have a better idea."

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To be continued.

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Cruelty Is An Art Form Pt.3

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Word Count- 2,800

Summary- Your the daughter of one of New York’s most known Mob leaders. Unfortunately, you’ve caught the attention of New York’s most feared Mob leader, Natasha Romanoff.

Warnings- 18+ fic minors DNI, Smut, choking, dub con, dark Natasha, kidnapping, allusion to murder, allusion to somno

Part One Part Two

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You wake the next morning to the feeling of a feather light touch tracing over the curve of your hips and down the outside of your thighs before looping back and following the same path back toward your hips.

You sigh and snuggle into the soft pillow beneath your head, the gentle touche keeping you in a comfortable, sleepy state.

“That feels nice.” You mumble into the pillow, already feeling yourself drifting back to sleep. 

A deep, raspy chuckle sounds off from somewhere beside you. Your brows furrow in confusion, the noise unfamiliar to you. 

“There's a lot of other things I could do to make you feel good, Angel.” The voice chuckles and this time you do recognise it. Recognise the nickname the owner of the voice calls you by. 

Your eyes fly open and you bolt upright in the bed. You shuffle away from her, wanting her hands off of you. You look at Natasha in shock, not only was she watching you sleep but she was touching you so sweetly, so gently, you almost mistook her for someone else.  

The widow tilts her head to the side, a faux look of hurt on her face as she asks, “What’s wrong, Angel?” She smirk, something you’ve come to realize she does a lot, even for only having known her for a few hours. “You didn’t seem to mind my hands on you while you were sleeping.” She says, her eyes darting down at the way your thighs instinctively clench together.

Natasha moves to crawl toward you on the bed, keeping eye contact as she does. She moves toward you until she’s right in front of you, stopping to really look you in the eye for a moment before swinging her leg over your lap and sitting herself there. 

She gently moves her hands to cup your face, her thumbs moving slowly over the apples of your cheeks in a soothing motion. You close your eyes against the feeling, her ministrations causing a low heat to form in your chest.

Natasha smiles to herself, seeing your defenses lowered; it was almost too easy. She leans in, her hot breath fanning across your face, making your eyes flutter shut. She traces her lips lazily from your cheek to your ear, taking the lobe gently between her teeth and making you gasp quietly. You bring your hands to rest on her hips unconsciously, squeezing and pulling her into you. 

“You know…” She says, her voice low, directed right into your ear, her hot breath against your skin making your head swim with something dangerously akin to need. “... you made such pretty noises while you were asleep.” 

Deft fingers land on your abdomen over the fabric of your t-shirt. She takes a second just to push down, not too hard, but adding enough pressure to make your breath shudder.

She trails her hand up your stomach, between the valley of your breasts and over your collar bones until her hand rests lazily on your neck.  She doesn’t add any pressure just yet, merely tests how far she can go before you let your better judgment pull you back. “With my hands running over your body.” 

To Natasha’s delight a quite whimper falls from your lips, your eyes screwed tightly shut and you push forward, increasing the pressure of her hand on your throat. 

“You were so soft.” She says, trailing her free hand down your sleep shirt and slipping it underneath until her hand rests on the smooth expanse of your stomach.

“So warm.” The feel of her bare skin meeting that of your stomachs shouldn’t have made Natasha so desperate to rid you of your clothes. To take her time undressing you, slowly, with care, kissing every expanse of smooth skin revealed to her, needing to hear how her lips in different places would pull different noises from you. But it did. 

And usually she’d hate herself for having a feeling like that. For needing anything. For wanting you, it seems, beyond just one satisfying encounter, not that she’d gotten it yet. But she supposed it was good, useful, to feel this way, considering her plans for you. So she doesn’t let herself feed into that hatred, or the anger that comes with it. 

Instead, she tightens her hold on your neck, not enough to cut off your supply of air or to really hurt you, but enough that she could see the effect it has on you. Enough that if she let herself, if she left it there, you’d get light headed pretty fast. 

“And so responsive.” Your hips jut, underneath her, against the mattress and Natasha swears she can almost feel her eyes light up.

“I wonder.” She continues on, slowly dragging her nails down your stomach, stopping just above the lining of your sleep shorts. “What kind of noises I could pull from you if you were wide awake.” 

Natasha slips her hand inside your sleep shorts, expertly finding your center through your soaked panties and pressing down, loving the choked moan it rips from you. “Aware of every little thing I do to you.” She leans in, her lips ghosting over your pulse point. “Clenching those pretty thighs desperately every time I make you come.”

Your head tilts back, your lips part and you release a long, stuttered breath. She has you where she wants you, she’s sure of it. She just has to use a few more minutes coaxing you into that fuzzy headspace and then she can- 

Your hips grind down into the mattress, a needy whine falling from your lips as if you could sense she was going to make you wait.

Natasha loses herself before she can catch up to what she’s doing. She growls against your neck, the noise rousing you slightly from your headspace, her fingers pull your panties to the side and you snap back to yourself, thankfully, before she makes contact with the most intimate part of you. Your eyes fly open and you push the redhead away from you.

Letting her bare hand touch you there would be too real, too intimate.  That would NOT be happening. 

She lands next to you on the mattress, a look of pure frustration on her face as the groans. “God if you keep teasing me like that I’m going to explode.” She says, running her hands through her hair and standing from the bed. You try to ignore the neediness in her voice.

You stare at her in shock as she makes her way toward the door, your voice only coming back to you when her hand rests on the doorknob. “What about you huh? What happened to doing things differently with me? Your words, remember, not mine.”

Natasha turns to look at you, crossing her arms and leaning against the wall. She cocks a brow at you, an amused smile on her face. “You're still alive, aren’t you.” She says, as if proving a point. 

She pushes herself off the wall, striding over to you and taking your face in her hands once again. She runs her thumb over your bottom lip, her eyes move between them and your eyes as she says. “If you were any other girl I would have fucked you dumb and gotten rid of you already.”

You scoff and jerk your head away from her with a look of pure disgust on your face. “I suppose I should count myself lucky then should I?” 

Natasha shrugs, taking a step away from you. “I guess that depends on your definition of lucky. That’s the third time in less than twenty four hours you’ve let me work you up but refused to let me make you come. If you're even half as sexually frustrated as I am right now, then no, I wouldn’t say you're lucky.”

You scowl at her, hating her for talking about you as if you're some needy little whore who’s only desire in this life is to get off.

You open your mouth, ready to tell her off, but then realization dawns on you and you suddenly find yourself grateful for her having said what she did. 

“So you didn't, I mean, last night…” A deep blush forms on your cheeks. You feel ridiculous, you let her feel you up, three times, but this makes you blush? The realization makes you look away, embarrassment taking a hold of you.

Natasha seems to find the meaning behind your words and moves to sit in front of you on the bed. She doesn’t sit close enough to invade your space and she pointedly does not touch you. 

She calls your name, asking you to look at her. You do, wanting to get whatever this is over with and have to question what you're seeing when you see the genuine look in her eyes. 

“The old way I touched you while you slept is what you felt when you woke up.” She says, her voice serious, her eyes looking into yours. “I wouldn’t do that, okay. Not to anyone.” 

You take a second to look her over, trying to decide if you believe her or not. You do, oddly enough, and you nod your head at her in understanding. Now that you think of it the only time Natasha has touched you is when you respond to it and the second you pull away, she stops. 

“Plus.” She says, pulling you from your thoughts. All trace of sincerity is gone from her features, a more teasing and suggestive tone to her voice now. “The first time I make you come, I want you to be awake. Trust me, it's something you’ll want to be able to enjoy fully.”

You scrunch up your face, crossing your arms over your chest. “What makes you think I’ll let you do that?”

Natasha laughs and stands from her place on the bed, making her way toward the door. “Oh you will, Angel. And what's more, you’ll beg me for it.” 

Natasha opens the door and steps out, telling you to get dressed and meet her in the living room in ten minutes before she leaves, closing the door behind her. 

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You make your way toward the living room, wearing a pair of oversized sweatpants, a tank top and an open flannel to top it off, all of which you found in the drawers of the guest room.

It's not like you’ll be going anywhere, no one will be seeing you other than Natasha and you really don’t care what she thinks of you. If anything, maybe your casual dressing will ward off her apparent horniness. 

You walk into the living room and spot Natasha immediately. She’s sitting on the couch, a book in her hand and a mug on the coffee table in front of her. Hearing your footsteps, she tilts her head toward you in recognition, but doesn’t look up from her book. 

A rush of annoyance flushes through you, though you're sure it has more to do with the fact that she apparently likes to read more than the fact that she apparently doesn’t think you're important enough to stop half way through her page.

Of course she likes to partake in your favourite hobby, because why would she let you have that without ruining it for you. Not that she could know, but she’s annoying you so it doesn’t really have to make perfect sense, she just is.

It's only now that you really look at her and take in her appearance. She’s wearing the same clothes as last night, her suit jacket thrown over the back of the couch, her sleeves are rolled up just over her elbows and her shirt open just enough for her black bra to peek out.

Her red hair is messy, you can tell from looking at it that she hasn’t yet tended to it today, but it still frames her face so prettily. There’s a darkness under her eyes that tells you she hadn’t slept well last night.

She looks tired, disheveled, and hot. So, so hot. 

Natasha finishes her page, dog earring it before closing it and putting it down to turn her attention toward you. “You look comfortable.” She says, a teasing tone in her voice that reminds you who it is you're thinking about. 

“I am, thank you.” You say, unamused, walking over and plopping yourself down on the couch next to her. You toss yourself onto it with such force that it jossles Natasha a little.

The redhead huffs, shifting in her seat and grumbles, “Oh by all means, make yourself at home.”

“I will.” You answer with much more confidence than you feel, just to annoy her. Which seems to work considering she narrows her eyes at you with a downward tilt to her lips. Good. Fuck her. 

“We’re having guests over later.” She says, making a point of grabbing her coffee and taking a long sip, humming as she swallows.  Your stomach grumbles and she smirks. “Hungry?” She asks, a fake attentiveness to her voice. Bitch. 

You narrow your eyes at her, choosing not to answer her question but to ask one of your own instead. “What do you mean “we’re having guests over?”

Natasha shrugs nonchalantly and takes another sip of her coffee. “It’s not like you’ll be going back to wherever else you called home. So ya. We’re having guests over.” 

You move to curl against the coroner of the seat, your knees bent and legs pulled towards your chest, wanting to move away from her.

It’s the first time she’s mentioned anything about your future, or if you’d even have one.

You want to be relieved, her words alluding to the fact that she plans to keep you around for a while, to have you call this place home. But all you feel is hurt. Dull and heavy hurt weighing on your chest. 

You don’t want to go the rest of your life, however long it may be, without seeing your father again. Or your friends. Or anyone else you’ve come to care about, even the smallest bit, through all your years on this earth. 

Natasha sighs, seeing the distant look on your face and stands from her place on the couch.

“Maria’s made you breakfast. It's in the kitchen. Eat it, or don’t, I don’t particularly care either way. Just don’t make a mess, it’s bad manners.” 

With that she walks out of the room to god knows where, probably her study, and leaves you alone in the deafening silence to think about your future. 

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It’s fifty minute later when you hear a knock on the front door.

Natasha emerges from wherever she’d been to find you in the kitchen, having wolfed down the food Maria had made you.

She’s changed from the outfit she had on earlier in the morning and last night, now wearing an outfit similar to yours, minus the flannel. Her hair is brushed, the curls of red falling neatly around her shoulders. She looks refreshed, comfortable. It’s weird seeing her this way. She almost looks just like any other person would on a Sunday morning in their home.

Natasha raises a brow at you, acknowledging your compliance with her request not to make a mess, seeing as you’ve even loaded your dishes into the dishwasher. But chooses not to comment on it, something you appreciate.

She walks from the kitchen without saying a word. You know your mean to follow her, she wouldn't have sought you out otherwise.

But she hadn't even spoken to you. So really, fuck her. You stay sat at the counter, cup of coffee held tightly between your hands, the near burning heat of it granting you something to focus on other than Natasha’s retreating footsteps. 

The front door opens and you hold your breath, needing to hear who Natasha has just welcomed into her home. Is it a man? A woman? Multiple people?

Your eyes dart almost instinctively toward the rack of butcher knives arranged neatly on the counter. Bold of her to presume you wouldn’t use them on her. 

Maybe you wouldn’t, but the same couldn’t be said for whoever just walked through that door if they tried anything. You stand from your seat, a sudden need to feel at least somewhat protected taking over you in a wave panic. 

You round the counter in a hurry, hearing more than one set of footsteps coming toward the kitchen. “She’s just in here.” You hear Natasha say, but you don’t hear whoever she’s talking to respond. 

You lunge for one of the large, sharp blades, your fingers closing around it just as you hear Natasha enter the room with her guests.

“What are you doing, Angel?” She asks and you can’t help but rip your hand away, empty of anything that could protect, and whirl around to face her, your arms somehow ending up crossed behind you and pinned between you and the counter. 

“Nothing!” You answer, maybe a bit too quickly. 

Natasha fixes you with a hard look, one that tells you she knows exactly what you were doing and would not be forgetting it. You gulp, feeling a pinch of fear rise in you. 

Natasha moves her eyes away from you and glances behind her, the expression on her face a lot softer, almost happy, as she looks back at you. “I want you to meet someone.” She says, stepping to the side to reveal the sweetest looking old woman. 

“Angel, this is my babushka.” She says, gesturing to the older woman and putting her arm around her fondly. “Babushka, this is y/n. My fiancé.” 

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Part four

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[wlwloverwrites]

Everything’s in Check

Pairing: Dark!Wanda Maximoff x Innocent!Reader x Dark!Natasha Romanoff

Summary: Dr. Romanoff has a check up appointment with the help of her nurse assistant, Wanda Maximoff.

Warnings: medical kink, latex gloves kink, fingering, humiliation kink, dark themes, smut (18+) crying, vaginal dilators, numbing with the use of injection

stop reading if it makes you uncomfortable! ALSO i’m not a doctor and refuse to do research, so if i say something medically incorrect… ignore it.

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To be transparent, you feared coming in this morning. You never really had a good experience with doctors. You remember your first doctor, his hands were rough, eyes looked bored, and he barely talked to you. He was a big meanie. Your second doctor was almost the same, only his eyes wandered and asked question you knew had no relation to your visit.

This meant if you needed to go to the doctors, you would make sure to postpone that trip as much as possible. So that’s what you did, only you had a new doctor.

“Are you scared?”

The voice makes you jump. The thin medical gown did little to protect you from the cold or cover your backside. You tried leaving your underwear on, but Nurse Maximoff insisted you took them off to ‘make things easy for Dr. Romanoff’.

“A little,” you reply softly.

You try not to move because you know the medical examination table will squeak. Plus, you know the disposable paper beneath you will tear with a single flinch. You’re trying to save yourself from that embarrassment.

“You can always hold my hand if it gets too much, how does that sound?”

You eyes light up from the kind offer before you shyly nod. “Yes, please. I’ve never done this before and all my friends said it hurt them.”

“It can be scary, but Dr. Romanoff is very good at her job. She’ll do her best to keep you comfortable.” You smile at that and giggle when Nurse Maximoff send you a wink before closing the door.

It isn’t long until you hear muffled voices just outside the door. An unfamiliar woman walks in with Nurse Wanda not far behind. Her presence automatically makes you nervous, you don’t know if it’s her bold hair or the way she briefly smiled at you. On autopilot, the two women wash their hands with such grace. It’s almost like watching ballerinas dance, it’s art.

“How are you doing today, Y/N,” she asked before turning over to look at you. You can’t determine whether or not she is truly asking. Did she care?

Her eyes were pretty, delicate but fierce. Enough green to get lost in and think or the plant stems that carry the blooming flowers; however, they were firm enough to make you stutter.

“I-I am doing good, Dr. Romanoff,” you nod awkwardly as you fiddled with your thumbs.

“That’s good to hear, sweetheart.” She pauses looking down at her click board before continuing, “Please call me Natasha.”

Okay… maybe she does care.

“I take it that my best nurse, Wanda, walked you through everything?” She assumes as she grabs the abnormal latex gloves for a doctor. They aren’t their usual light blue, instead they are black.

Nervously, you answered that she had and said no when she asked you if you had any further questions. She motioned for you to change positions on the examination chair. Latex-covered hands tap your ankles as they are moved on their correct position on the stirrups.

“Just as a precaution we’ll need to strap you down, okay sweetheart?” She doesn’t really leave room for discussion when she nods to Wanda. But you think nothing of it, because Dr. Romanoff’s hands rub your calves gently.

Your breath hitches when Wanda tightens the buckle over your thighs. You’re shy when it’s blatantly obvious your parts are fully exposed. You avoid eye contact the second you see Dr. Romanoff’s eyes look between your legs. Your hands go to cover your face when you hear the two women whisper to each other.

“Oh no, honey. Are you shy?” Natasha coos. She motions for Wanda to comfort you. You almost want to burst into tears when your nurse rubs your arms. The friction is a bit awkward her her gloves on, but you think it’s sweet nonetheless.

“A little.” You whine whine softly and choke on your breath when you feel fingers rub between your legs.

Your teeth bite the inside of your cheek when you see her grab the rather large speculum. Your doctor is more then generous with the lube, something you’re thankful for. You’ve heard the horror stories. Wanda’s hand slips comfortably in yours when Natasha pushes the tip of tool inside you.

Hissing at the cold temperature of the metal incanting your most private area. You try your best to hold in your tears, you do, but it hurts. If it wasn’t for your doctor’s worried eyes looking back at you you’d think she was doing this on purpose.

You would truly believe that Dr. Romanoff was just another meanie.

The grip you have on your nurse’s hand is enough to make your fingers cramp. You can’t imagine how Nurse Maximoff’s hand must feel. Restraints wrapped around your thighs and calves only tighten with every flinch. You can already see the marks and imprint on your skin later.

“I’m hurting you too much,” Natasha sighs, defeated.

You want to scoff in her face, as if the tears rolling down your cheeks and small sniffles weren’t enough, but you cry in relief when she pulls the tool out. At that point you couldn’t think about doing anything else but thank her.

“I know a way it will feel better, okay?” Natasha hums. She hums a second time to get your approval. Butterflies fly in your tummy as you watch her snap the gloves off her hands. Your eyes on her hands and widened when you see she is staring at you, staring at her.

“Yes doctor.”

“And if that doesn’t work I have something else we can try,” she shrugs casually as she shuffled through her medical tools.

You nod as your blink away your dried tears. Anything but that. Glossy eyes glance up at the nurse in the room. Even with her mask on you can tell how beautiful she is. Subconsciously your walls clench around nothing when she sends you a flirty wink. Shy, you break eye contact and try to close your legs. You swear you hear a light chuckle.

“Nurse?”

“Yes, Doctor?”

“Clean her up.”

Confused you watch your nurse walk around to the corner of the room. You hear the plastic before you see it. Nurse Maximoff settles down where Dr. Romanoff once was with a small pack of wipes.

You throw your head back connecting the dots. This has got to be the most humiliating thing ever. You want to protest and tell both your doctor and nurse that you’re more than capable to clean and wipe yourself away, but your hands are shaky and your heart is racing.

As soon as you feel the first wipe your eyes water once more. You’re ashamed and feel so useless when the nurse grabs the second wipe. She gentle and wipes away all the excess lube left behind from your doctor. You hide your tears and sigh in relief when the redhead sitting between your separated legs is finished. You count to five slowly in your head, blocking out the two intelligent women who seem to have no issue with your nakedness and discomfort.

The colorful box in your doctor’s hands sparks an interest. You barely have a chance to read the label before Dr. Romanoff tears the unopened box. With new clean gloves, she carefully placed these multi-colored, plastic inserts on her sterile tray. There’s five different rod-like devices, each bigger and thicker than the last with a rounded tip.

“I know they look scary, honey,” your doctor paused as she gathered the rest of her tools, “But we will take it slow.”

You nodded, but gave a verbal answer after Nurse Maximoff raised her eyebrows. Once again, the red head found her place between your thighs with the smallest ‘vaginal dilator’ in her hand.

She was quick. Wasted no time.

You gasped when she pushed the small tool passed your entrance. This one wasn’t so bad. Your nails digging into the poor chair could finally relax. Whispers are shared between the two scholars as your doctor carefully switched the tool for a bigger size. This one didn’t sting too much. There was a slight burn.

“Relax.”

The third one hurt. The stretch stun and had your fingernails dig into your palms. Muscles you never knew existed felt sore from the sudden and abnormal stretch. You want to protest when your doctor reaches for the fourth one.

“Too much?”

You nod with shiny eyes.

A silent conversation is shared through the medical professionals with their eyes. Wanda taps your hand before moving to grab something behind you. Your doctor tries to distract you by rubbing her hand on your inner thighs.

“Honey, we are going to try that last thing, m’kay?” she pauses and you swear you have a finger flicking thin glass. “You’ll feel a small pinch,” she squeezes the meaty part of your inner thigh before continuing, “but we will give it a couple seconds to kick in and you won’t feel a thing.”

An intimidating needle is passed onto your doctor which leaves you shaking like a leaf. She explains the small dose will leave you numb for the next thirty to sixty minutes and shouldn’t have any side effects. Your eyes overflowed with tears the second the needle pricks your skin. It’s only for a second and then the pain is gone. Sweet nothings are whispered into your ear as the doctor between your legs waits for drug to kick in. At first it feels funny and weird. Those words are the only ones that can describe it.

“How does that feel?”

You want to laugh at first, because you can’t feel anything, but your doctor is quick to get the message. She works between your legs as a very professional nurse distracts you. Nurse Wanda asks about your day when you see your doctor grab the cold, metal speculum. The same tool that made you flinch before was the least of your worries.

You don’t feel it, but you hear it. You hear how wet the space between your legs is. You can see the fascination in your doctor’s eyes when she replaces her tool with her fingers and you don’t even notice. You don’t notice she has three fingers inside you until she brings the soaked, gloved fingers to your nurse’s mouth. You watch, horrified and embarrassed when Wanda lets your taste sit before letting go of your hand and jotting down some notes. She studies you as if you were unconscious.

Your nurse is no better then your doctor. Humming when your slick hit her tastebuds. She even looks up at the ceiling so deep in a thought before she writes to the words ‘tastes sweet’. Settling her notes on a sterile table, your nurse, Wanda, stands behind Natasha staring hard between your legs.

“Doctor, what about this area here?”

Natasha eyebrows furrowed as her eyes followed her coworker’s pointer finger. She pointed to a small bud you never even knew existed, untouched. Numb between your legs, you jump at the feeling and overwhelming feeling of someone’s touch on the most sensitive part of your body.

“Oh no, looks like our anesthesia didn’t work here,” Natasha pouts with fake sadness. Brushing her latex covered thumb over the bud again making your eyes roll back and mouth fall open. She hums to herself as she continues, “But that doesn’t seem to be a problem, huh?”

A small chuckle that leaves Wanda’s mouth pulls your out of the pleasurable trance. Suddenly, you’re excessively aware of the position you’re in. The straps holding you down are tighter then before, fingernails are now digging into your palms, and the heat between your legs was growing profoundly. Panic start to set when you hear the wet noises. Your whole rocks with each thrust of your doctor’s fingers. The pads of her fingers hitting a spot deep inside you that makes your whole body cry.

Tears fall down your cheeks when you hear side comments like, “if I didn’t know any better I’d say she was a big whore” or “Look here, she can’t even control it.” The image of your doctor’s soaked fingers entering her mouth to “get a taste” for herself was something you knew would haunt you for the rest of your life. You’ll never forget the way she hums at your taste or the intense eye contact she shared with you while she suck her fingers clean. You can’t bare it. The way the two educated women completely disregard you, yet took notes off your body and its reactions. You want to bury yourself in a hole.

“Nurse.”

“Yes, doctor?”

“Bring over a mirror and grab a tissue for our sweet patient.”

If it weren’t for Natasha asking for the tissue you never would have known she cared for your tears. The mirror was something that threw you off. Scared, not knowing what was coming next your eyes follow Wanda as she grabs a circle mirror. The two women share a silent conversation which results in Wanda holding the mirror above Natasha’s head giving you the perfect view of your own body.

You can see Natasha’s fingers glistening with your slick and her spit. You can see the way you drip. You can almost see the way you throb.

You can see it. Her fingers inside, the four fingers stretching you. Your muscles straining to fit the sudden fullest, the fullest you couldn’t feel. You can see the way your muscles contract involuntarily. But you can’t feel it. Not until Wanda’s fingers rub your clit. Your whole body jerks as if Wanda had some type of power. You didn’t see them, but you hear the smirks on the women’s faces.

“There she is.”

Moans fall pass your lips uncontrollably. Wanda’s thumb doesn’t seem to rest as she circles your clit over and over again. Every time you closed your eyes are turn away from looking at the mirror Wanda landed a firm slap on your clit. Each time your thighs flinch and involuntarily vote to shut, but the straps tying them down only tighten. Your eyebrows scrunch in both confusion and pleasure. You’re confused by what you’re feeling. There’s heat in your belly as your hear beats faster than a racehorse.

“Come on, honey. Let go.”

Her directions are comforting, but your mind is foggy. The view of your doctor and her nurse towering over —what used to be— your untouched body. Her fingers inside you move faster, you can hear your body’s reaction and see Natasha’s concentration in her eyes. Weakly you shake your head no. Your skin on your chest feels hot. The medical gown you wore felt itchy on your skin. Your nipples pebbled through the thin material. With every move you whined at the feeling of the cotton dragging against your nipples. So sensitive.

“Let go, Y/N. I’m not asking.”

Natasha’s voice is enough to have you shaking in fear. She has all the power, she’s calling the shots.

“I don’t know how.”

Natasha sends Wanda a look that has the nurse smirking before nodding. You don’t know how her hand wasn’t tired from holding the mirror. It felt like you spread out open for the two of them for years. Natasha leans forward, blocking your own view of yourself. Bambi eyes meet Wanda’s because you don’t yearn for her hand to roughly meet your clit again. Her touch send tingles up your spine from the pain. Instead, you’re meet with something sweeter. Warm lips press a soft kiss on your clit. Eyes roll to the back of your head when you feel her tongue lick parts of you, you never even thought people wanted to taste.

Your hands have a mind of their own when your finger bury themselves in her red strands of hair. Pulling her mouth impossibly closer, whining when the pleasurable sensation would disappear if she lick too low. Your teeth clench when Natasha’s teeth lightly graze your clit. You want to let out a loud moan, but it’s swallowed by Wanda’s kiss.

Wanda, feeling a bit left out, took matters into your own hands and stole your first kiss. The kiss is messy. An inexperienced mouth paired with a brain clouded with first time sex wasn’t a smart choice. Teeth clash together, but Wanda doesn’t seem to mind. Her notebook and mirror were long forgotten as her hands slip beneath your medical gown and reach your breasts. Her lips find themselves wrapped around your tongue as she slowly pulls away there’s spit dribbling down his chin, it’s exotic. You have much time to process the wet dream of a woman right in front of you when Natasha works harder with her mouth and Wand’s fingers find your sensitive nipples. Rolling your nipples between her fingers while Natasha sucks, licks, bites, and kisses between your legs.

You feel your very first orgasm running you over like a truck. Your thighs shake as your body throbs in want. Natasha’s mouth doesn’t stop and Wanda’s fingers found their new home in your mouth. Latex-covered fingers trigger your gag reflex causing your eyes to blur with tears. You can’t see the way you soak your doctor’s face, but you get an idea when she pulls away and drags your hands away from her scalp and onto her face. Fingertips are met with a wet substance, then brought to your lips. Lips smeared with spit and a small hint of Wanda’s lipstick are now taking in a sweet taste.

“Such a sweet girl.”

Tuckered out, you don’t fulling understand the comment. You’re drained, literally, to a point you have no idea who spoke. You hear small shifts and feel hands on your knees. Wanda’s hands find the leather straps holding you down. You sigh, grateful for freedom. Only it never comes, the straps only tighten, you’re not sure how, but they do.

“Let’s try that again.”

Finally, the fic that’s long overdue. Don’t forget to reblog! If not comment :) also thanks for 4.3k followers!!

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[kitmoas]

purgatórium versenye

WandaNat x Reader

Warnings: **18+ ONLY** **MINORS DNI*** ***SMUT*** dark and demonic themes, cult vibes, gun and syringe, blood, gaslighting and stolkhome vibes, gives almost...Saw vibes in a way?, clicker training

As per usual if i forgot anything let me know

Author's Note: oh look I actually hit a deadline with this one! Okay second part of the double feature is here!! Again I am still getting back in the grove of writing so I'm sorry if this sucks, also I did not edit this at all sooooo yea

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Exhaustion filled your body but thankfully you knew that the wait was almost over. For the past three and a half years your world was four walls, dozens of gadgets, millions of sounds, and two women. It wasn’t torture by any means, the work was nice and the company of two of the most beautiful people to ever grace the Earth was even more nice, but you were more than ready to pack up the project and move on with the next item for your resume. You knew the frustration you had with this job was at no fault of your mentors, a failed experiment is never in the cards for anyone but you couldn’t help but feel some anger towards them and their actions throughout the years. 

There is no doubt that they are gorgeous, charming, and extremely brilliant but you had to ponder their focus on some occasions. Yes, the job was granted funding for four years which allowed a bit of wiggle room when it came to how strict the workplace was on a day to day basis. It meant that the stress was off of the three of you to produce results quickly, but you never thought the efficiency would suffer. In your mind, if anything, it should have been even better since every single detail could be worked. It meant that you could have trial run after trial run, fixing any small little error that you could find but instead the deadline is rapidly approaching with not a single trail run completed. 

“Hey, how do you feel about dinner tonight? Maybe go over the last stage of progress so that we can really get into “trials”?” Blinking, you turn slowly to the raspy voice. She’s a few inches taller than you and a soft smile graces her face as she looks down at you. Her hand is already reaching out towards you, fingers twitching as the tips get closer and closer to strands of your hair. 

It’s easier to talk to her alone, she feels soft and safe. Her presence is calming and she rarely teases you in uncalled for moments, but when fun comes she’s the life of the party. Sarcastic and witty, she truly had it all and you know that she’s way out of your league but you just had to remember that she is your coworker; nothing more. 

You don’t even realize you’ve nodded, agreeing to the plans before your brain can catch up but she’s smiling widely. “Great! I’ll cook, just go ahead and bring yourself and that pretty little smile.” Her hand cups your cheek, thumb graze along your lip before she quickly pulls away. Fleeting touches keep your brain in a spiral, a light haze causes it to be hard to think but your entire body buzzes at the compliment. 

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It was the moment your Uber pulled up to the large house, gates opening slowly that you realized you had never asked about your crush’s background. There was no way that the research that you were doing paid for this property. You could barely pay your rent and still have enough money to eat anything besides instant ramen. No one ever got into this world for the money, it was all for the experience. 

The attire you adorned was casual, no dress code given and no formal wear in your closet, you felt completely out of place as you climbed the front steps. The urge to flag down your Uber and run was strong, but you knew that if you finished this dinner you would be done and the end of the job would be near. 

The door swung open quickly, a young man answering it almost the moment the first chime of the doorbell sounded. Your finger was still against the cool metal and the you knew that your face gave away just how surprised you were but you tried to shake it away when you were able to take in what he was wearing. Casual clothes, almost gym attire with what looked like nicer joggers and a colorful tight long sleeve shirt. “You my sister’s guest?” 

His tone was crude, a brash contrast to how the sweet girl you knew spoke and you dumbly nod. It wasn’t that you weren’t used to people speaking to you rudely, you lived in the slums of New York City, but you weren’t prepared for someone who should know your status in the company to treat you as harshly as this. 

“I would have thought the girls could have found a better option, but I suppose this will work.” He’s mumbling mostly, eyes trailing your body up and down before he starts to walk away. The door left open as you watch him retreat into the depths of the house. 

It took you a moment, body frozen as you tried to figure out what to do. The toe of your shoe had barely touched the dark marble floor when a soft hand wraps around the edge of the door, smirking face popping out in front of you. Despite the racing of your heart, and the temporary fear in your throat, you begin to relax as the sight of your coworker. “Well hello édes szerelem, you’re late.” 

The accent settles you even more and you can’t help but chuckle, finally taking your spot inside the doorway fully. “It wasn’t my fault.” You snicker slightly under your breath, a mischievous smirk pulling at your lips as you watch the woman’s eyes roll. While you may not appreciate being so behind, you can dabble in the fun that she brings to the lab. 

“You have literally been standing here like a frozen little gremlin for at least five minutes, I do believe it is your fault.” She grips your forearm, dragging you father into the foyer. She barely waits for you to take your shoes off, a look of confusion on her face as she watches you but thankfully a taunt doesn’t fall from her lips. 

Your jaw drops slightly as she guides you farther into the house, twisting hallways and grand archways blur as she practically jogs. “Well I wasn’t expecting to be greeted by—“

“Pietro.” The sentence gets cut off by the woman you were most excited for as the two of you turn into a wide doorway. You were unsure exactly how she heard you that entire time, but you were glad she did because you felt like she could easily answer any questions that you may have. “I must apologize about him, he’s not too fond of guests; even Natasha here.” 

The redhead chuckles, her grip on you finally relaxing as she separates from you and heads to the bar in the corner. “What can I say, not everyone likes me.” Finally feeling the ability to relax, you allow your eyes to roam and your body to settle on a comfy looking chair. You weren’t expecting such a cozy room, it almost looks like something a middle class family would have. Adorned with cheesy family pictures, a few worn in couches, a huge television and the recliner that you happen to be sitting in you could almost close your eyes and believe that you were at your uncle’s house to watch the lastest football game. 

“Sure and it has nothing to do with the fact that you are a bika egy kínai szekrényben. “Your neck almost snaps as the foreign language catches your ears. Wanda had never once spoken the what you believed to be the native tongue of the mysterious woman drinking a martini in the corner, but here she was. It sounded fluent, a casual switch between English almost like she was with her grandmother who had immigrated to the United States.” 

Scoffing, you can see the ginger purse her lips before she downs the rest of her drink. “Oh yes, let’s just hate Natasha, the new girl. It’s not like I haven’t been trying to fit in because you know I have! I’ve been working hard towards my goals and everything that the family wants time to finish to become one of you.” Her voice comes out in a hiss, anger fueling her speech and you realize that the two had to have forgotten that you were here. 

Clearing your throat, you try to catch one of their attention. You didn’t want to intrude too much, but you also didn’t know where to go to excuse yourself. Jumping slightly you weren’t expecting Wanda to practically jump at you, her body rushing towards you but stopping just a few steps away. She smiles, but it’s a little bit to fake for her normal comforting grin. The look on your face must have indicated her mistake because Natasha immediately crosses the room, slapping the younger girl on the back softly. 

“Now Wanda, don’t scare our guest.” The ginger smirks at you, reaching up to cup your face. Her eyes roll when you flinch, her fingers smooshing against your jaw to keep you still. “We aren’t going to hurt you darling.” She straightens her back, her head tilting to stare you down. “You don’t think we would hurt you do you?” 

The other woman is hunched over, almost struggling to stand up, when you finally take notice of her, Your eyes straining to find hers as you search for some kind of signal what is happening. She adverts your gaze though and instead falls to her knees, settling comfortably and reaching out to lay a hand along your calf. The soft touch slows your heart rate and allows you to focus enough on the questions you were being asked. Slowly you shake your head, unsure of where the intensity has come from. 

Biting her tongue as it slips between her teeth, her smile morphing her mouth some. “Good, now, it’s a custom to play a game. Won’t you play with us?” Her voice is sultry, grip on your cheek forces you to nod your head. She cuts you off before you can verbally answer, raising her eyebrows as she waits for you to actually fight her but she is met with nothing but silence. “Exactly, good. Wanda, would you tell them we are ready to begin?” 

Time practically stands still as you watch your object of affection scurry out the door, and you have to gulp down your nervousness once more while you are alone with the older woman. You have many questions but the uncertain stretches across your skin. Anticipation was rising in your body, as well the blush that tinted your skin. 

It was only a few minutes when Wanda returned, the small device that the three of you had been working on in hand, along with two women carrying covered platters. She makes eye contact with Natasha before beelining it directly towards you, her hand cupping your cheek immediately. “Trust me, everything will fall into the place that it’s meant to be.” Her voice is soft, eyes searching yours as she lets her thumb boop your nose gently. She smiles when she sees you mindlessly nod. 

Your heart races the closer she gets and it practically stops when you realize what is about to happen, though your brain doesn’t get much time to catch up when her lips finally touch yours. The kiss is slow, tender, and it makes your confidence in her statement strong as you realize that she’s going to be the foundation that she falls on during this game. A small electronic click sounds in the room, echoing in the background, and though it sounds familiar you don’t pay it any attention. 

A hand in your hair interrupts the moment you two are sharing, and while your body is tugged away from the older woman your mind stays stuck on it as Natasha’s grip tightens. She’s speaking but you can’t help the hazed look in your eyes as your focus stays on Wanda, unknowingly agreeing to whatever the ginger is saying. “Glad, I’m glad you agree.” Her voice, final and firm, shakes you and you try to turn to look at her but a cool piece of metal lands on your temple. “Nuh uh pretty girl, you agreed to the terms of my game. Now you play.” 

A chill freezes your blood, your muscles locking up as your predicament settles in. Nodding, a small frantic motion, your eyes searching for Wanda’s to try and signal for help but she stands in the center of the floor. She’s calm but her eyes are sharp, watching you almost like a predator watches prey. You weren’t sure why she had your project, but you no longer cared about that. You just wanted to leave this house alive. “Don’t you want to play with us, sweetheart?” It’s her voice that makes you melt, even with the sharp digging of the muzzle into your skull. At your smile, and slight relaxation, another small electronic click.  

Missing the evil smirk that spreads across the ginger’s face, unnaturally sharp teeth showing, you allow your body to press against hers. Believing that Wanda would get you out safely, you decide that you’re just going to allow this game to play out as it was meant to. “Eszter, step forward. Our players are ready for round one.” One of the girls approaches you, standing slightly off center from in between you and Wanda. “I, Natalia Romanoff, the GameMaster officially call a beginning to this trial. Lift the dome, Eszter.” 

The gun is still lazily pressed against your head to keep you inline, and you flinch as a ringing sound radiates into the room when the metal lid scraps. There sits two levers, one red and one blue. “It’s simple, you each pick a lever and you better be fast after you choose. We wouldn’t want the game to end so early now would we?” She steps back, snickering as your body sways unstably. 

A soft hand wraps around your wrist, Wanda reaching out to keep you upright and tugging you forward. She pulls you into another kiss, electronic click sounding. This one was rough, quick, as she forces her tongue into your mouth. It ends abruptly, she rips away from it and smirks at your breathless form. “Come darling, we have to play the game. You pick your lever first.” She sets your hand on the platter, releasing your wrist as she stands back. 

You weren’t really sure what it meant but you knew that you wanted the blue one from the beginning, something drew you to it and you instantly lifted your hand there. Wanda barely reacts, eyebrow twitching slightly as she settles her hand on the red one. A soft countdown comes from behind you, punctuated by a tapping of metal against something. At the count of one you both pull your chosen colors, but only Wanda moves. She’s swift, and if you would have blinked you would have missed the dagger that flies out of the wall and just barely misses her. Thumping into the wall behind where she once stood, you can’t help the gasp that tumbles from your lips. 

Natasha hums behind you, stepping up to press the gun to your lower torso and her hand roughly grabs your hip. Dragging you back so your ass is rubbing against her, and your back is digging into the gun. “You didn’t even move, as if you have a death wish idiot.” Her voice is mocking, teeth biting at your ear lobe. “If you want to live you’re going to have to play the game better than that.” Tutting she shoves you forward, before pulling you back to spin you around. She uses the barrel of the gun along your jaw to move your head around the way she wants, leaning in slightly to hover her lips over yours. 

Chuckling, she watches as your eyes slip shut, and you take a shaky breath in. Lips parted pathetically as you wait for hers to touch. “Do you want me to kiss you, slut?” Her eyes shine, a glimmer that is found when you begin to nod. It’s a quick motion before you immediately try to take it away. Shaking your head to deny it, you didn’t like Natasha–only Wanda. “Nuh uh little one, you can’t take back your first answer.” Allowing her gun to run down your body she smirks at the shivers she causes, before she shoves the metal between your thighs. Tapping it randomly against your covered clit, it shocks you how quickly she finds it but your body reacts subconsciously. 

Hips jumping at the contact, you try to lean into her. Electric click sounding loudly in your ears, echoing in the quiet of the room. You’re confused as you start to crave her touch, being denied it this entire time. You aren’t even sure how long she stands there, playing with your body, but you know that she never lays a finger on you but by the time she pulls away you are soaked. It causes you to fill with shame because you weren’t sure what kind of game you were playing, and you just wanted to live but you no longer wanted to escape. You should but you didn’t. 

“Time for the next round, Dorottya. Bring forth the rest of the equipment, she’s ready.” Wanda jumps forward at Natasha’s words, wiggling up next to you as the last girl steps towards you; pulling the dome off as she comes closer. “This is even easier, no movement needed for the dumb little thing. Pick a needle, and one of our girls here will administer it to you.” She smiles at the two of you, it’s almost too soft and it makes you whine. It’s sinister the way she cackles at the sound, drawing you into her to just shove you back. 

A click. Wanda giggles and kisses your shoulder. Another click. Her mouth stays there though, a low whisper coming out to calm down. “We find out the winner of this round at the end of the game, my love.” You melt and another click, the hint she gives you goes over your head at the possessive pet name. 

Blindly you reach out, rolling the two syringes along the metal. Neither seem flawed nor do they seem to have any true differences, so you just grab one at random. You weren’t sure which girl grabs the shots because the brunette is dragging you into another kiss, her hand mapping out your body. Hands trailing up your shirt, forcing herself under your bra to thumb at your nipples. A click. You whimper softly, for some reason you’re extremely sensitive and you can feel yourself clench slightly around nothing at her touch. It had to be because of how long you pined over her, the gorgeous girl finally giving you the attention that you dreamt about for years. A click. 

Natasha lets her body mold against your back, gun tapping methodically against the outside of your thigh as she grinds in your ass. “Look at you, finally willingly playing the game.” You can feel a bulge against you, and you can’t help yourself as you allow your hips to roll back into it. A click. Something was happening to your body and you just needed more, you wanted to be filled and you wanted Natasha to be the one to do so. 

You move your body as much as you can, trying to find a way for your clit to rub against something. A click. You wanted some kind of relief from the rapidly approaching heat. It wasn’t something that you were expecting, but you were okay with this wild game if it meant that you would be taken care of by these ladies. Maybe it was all fake and they just wanted to be weird, you never know what kind of freaky shit rich people got into. 

Clearing her throat, the ginger shoves you off of her. It causes you to tumble into Wanda, helplessly you flop onto her. You were surprised she could hold your weight but you were content to rub your face against your breasts, though you weren’t allowed to stay long. When the older woman behind you dragged you back down. She effortlessly moved you as if your body was made of a fluff, shoving you around until you were laid out on the ground. A click. 

A growl comes out of her mouth as she lets her body fall on your aggressively, hips humping into you where she had forced your legs apart. It was rough and quick, a moment of chaos in the tight fisted control that the ginger usually had. A click. It was almost like she was losing herself in the pleasure, her hands all over you as she tugged your clothes down and ripped them. “Play the next round.” Her voice was deeper, rough and rumbly, as she moved on top of you. 

You were confused but just as you opened your mouth to ask how, Natasha had pulled away only to be replaced with Wanda. Her mouth was on the exposed skin that was left behind from the ginger ravishing you, and her fingers were already swiping through the wetness that she found in between your thighs. A click. She slips two fingers into you, the tips at first just to test out how tight you were but she thrusts both in fully when a metal collar is slapped around your neck. It all happens at once and your vision blurs as you're filled by the brunette, your pussy stretching around her fingers. A click. 

She uses her hips to shove her fingers deeper into you, while you were unsure of when your arousal got so high, you knew that you wouldn’t last long. A click. It had been so long since you were even touched slightly, and you had been dreaming of Wanda touching you for years. It was everything you dreamed of and you could feel the cool of her rings slightly. They were rubbing against your leaking hole, and your hips jut upwards when her metal wrapped thumb rubs tight little circles on your swollen clit. A click. 

“I pick a card, you win if you get a face card. If you both get one, we continue to play until the first number card is chosen. Who is going to go first?” You can barely see where Natasha is sitting above you. Her voice is nonchalant as she shuffles the cards in her hand. 

At the same time Wanda shoves a third finger into you, chuckling against your stomach where she’s leaving hickeys as her name falls from your lips. A click. You weren’t sure what was happening but you hear Natasha reading out the card she choses. It’s slow, and you let your head flop to the side. Forcing your eyes open you watch as the ginger slowly strokes her strap, it’s large and you crave it. A click. 

The brunette on top of you moans, her hips have found home on your thigh and you can feel her wetness as she grinds down onto you. A click. It’s the feeling that almost pushes you over the edge unexpectedly. You didn’t think you were close, but apparently Wanda knew otherwise. “Natty she’s so fucking tight, her little cunt will be perfect even after she loses.” Her voice is shaky as she chases her own high, fingers inside you almost painful as her control fumbles. A click. 

It’s in that moment that Natasha gasps, a taunting sound as she turns the next card over. It shows a golden five surrounded by butterflies, a soft sweet image for the torture you unknowingly subjected yourself to. “Well well look at this, it looks like the little whore lost.” A filthy moan falls from your lips when you hear the ginger’s words, and humiliation fuels your orgasm even more when you realize that losing has caused you to dangle even more dangerously over the edge. A click. 

The collar around your neck suddenly drops, cold metal instantly tightening around you. Your eyes are wide open, though you are struggling to keep them that way, it allows you to watch as the oldest woman stumbles over to jerk off over you. It’s quick as she grunts, ropes of cum landing on your lower belly from the strap. It almost feels medical as she immediately pulls the harness off, the leaking tube leaves a trail of her cum along the floor as she sets it to the side. 

Though sterile and professional, you can’t help the way the coil in your tummy begins to shatter when Wanda shoves a glob of the cum into your cunt. A click. Another click. Another click. Intense pain starts to radiate through your body, and a searing sting burns your neck. Through your foggy hazed brain, you can hear Wanda excitedly telling the other women that it’s working. 

You can feel metal start to pierce your neck, the pressure breaking as does your skin and the pain throughout the rest of your body overtaking everything. A click. Another one. Your body starts to flail causing Wanda to struggle to keep herself inside you, but she continues to force three fingers into you as you react to the way she touches you. 

“I see the brainless slut lost the second round too?” Natasha laughs, a full body harsh sound, before she comes over to you. Dangling over your face, she smiles at the blood starting to leak around your head. A click.  “I guess we’ll see if the poison or the spikes kill you first, but don’t worry. Your body will be put to good use. It’s already conditioned to the sound, if we did this correctly it should react even when your heart stops.” It’s almost too soft as she speaks to you, but she gives you a soft kiss on your forehead. 

It doesn’t take long for you to stop feeling things, and the disappointment of a ruined orgasm runs through your closing veins. You can’t move or speak, and your vision is extremely blurry but you do see Wanda stand. The brunette leans down, a fake pout on her face as she looks down on you. “I’m sorry but I guess you won’t get to have a little fun before the end, Drágám. I tried but our formula must work too well.” A click. 

The two stand shakily, a sigh falling from their lips as they watch the puddle of blood get larger underneath you. “That’s going to be a pain to clean, they won’t be happy about that.” Pietro’s voice cuts through the room like a knife, suddenly showing up. “Did you have to be naked for this one? I don’t need to see my sister like this.” He pretends to puke, and for a moment things could be seen as normal. The three of them laughing and acting as if they were family, off to go find their elders to show them what they made. The sacrifice they have for them, almost like a present that Natasha has brought them to be accepted into the family. 

Your eyes are wide when the beating stops, when the world goes quiet and the pain ends. Even so, as a click echoes through the room your body convulses and your empty cunt pulses.  

Translations are loose: English to Hungarian

Drágám -- darling

bika egy kínai szekrényben-- bull in a china closet

#kitmoas | Necrosis #natasha romanoff x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #dark natasha x reader #dark natasha romanoff #dark natasha romanoff x reader #dark wanda maximoff x reader #dark wanda x reader #dark wanda maximoff #wanda x reader #marvel fanfiction #marvel wlw #wandanat #wandanat x reader #wandanat x y/n

[lovehealsandlovehurts]

You look so pretty when you beg

warnings: dumbification, finger-sucking, degradation, praise, humiliation, mommy kink, nipple play, humping (on Natasha's boot), strap-on, edging, gentle knife play (no blood/cuts) orgasm denial, forced submission, booty spanking, pussy slapping, cum filled strap, breeding kink? overstimulation, mentions of bruises, pet names, aftercare

word count. 4.5k 

summary: You decide to lure Natasha into an empty room at a party you both attend, only to end up being punished for your behavior.

pic is mine

  

You were sitting on a bed, waiting for Natasha to enter the room you stepped into. Both of you attended a party together but you needed to get away from everyone and be alone with her. You didn’t see her for some time since she was on a mission and you couldn’t wait to get your hands on the woman. You were far away from the main hall but you could still hear the muffled echoes of laughter and music coming from the party.

In the ballroom she stared at you from across the room, noticing you looking up and down at her dressed in her uniform. She liked to wear sexy things when she wasn’t on duty, dresses that highlighted her figure well, but you figured today was just not that kind of day. She wore military boots, and pants, her gun still stripped down to her hips, with knives and a bunch of other accessories she could use at any time. She always looked good, regardless of what she wore, her smirk lit up the room every time she made a joke. You knew she caught you staring. Natasha could notice the smallest details without letting anyone know, she paid attention to little things, especially when it came to you. 

You heard the door open and you shifted your gaze from the window to see Natasha enter the room. “You just miss me too much, don’t you?” she said, shutting the door behind her, she made sure it was locked, twisting the doorknob and turning back to take a look at you. Her hair was dyed blonde, it suited her, almost like every color did, somehow she managed to look stunning in them all. She slowly moved closer to you and you felt your heart beat out of your chest, finding yourself completely mesmerized by her. “I just want to be alone with you,” you said, it was the truth. You couldn’t stand anyone laying their eyes on her. It was easy to read everyone's faces every time she stepped into a room, all gluing their gaze upon the agent. 

“I thought about being alone with you all day,” she said, her fingers lifting your chin to look up at her, even though you were already. It was just an excuse to touch you, and you didn’t mind any time she found one. 

“You did?” you said, your voice coming out more cheerful than you had imagined. You wanted to ask her what she thought about but your brain stopped working the second she ran her thumb across your lips. It brushed through your bottom lip as she observed her movement, drawing patterns on the outline of your mouth. “Yes,” she said, her voice sounding so seductive, the pitch of it made your brain tingle. You couldn’t say anything but open your mouth, letting her put her thumb into it. You sucked on it gently, grabbing her wrist with your hands and pulling her arm close. She let out a soft sigh that nearly sounded like a moan, a little thing that turned you on even more. You wondered if she knew how worked up you were, even though she hasn’t done anything to you yet. It was embarrassing, how much control she had over you. You looked up at her, her green eyes piercing through yours as you kept sucking. She moved closer to you to grope your body, her other hand running through your chest and grabbing your boobs. Even through your clothes, her touch drove you insane. She twisted your nipples between her thumb and index finger, letting you moan into her finger that was still in your mouth.

“I missed touching you” she murmured. You felt yourself getting hot from her hands grazing upon your body. “Here,” she said, groping your boobs and moving down to your stomach. “And here,” she said, her hand landed between your legs, and pressed against your core. 

“Ow,” you whispered, letting her thumb out of your mouth. You closed your legs shut and pulled on her wrist, hoping she’d touch you more. “You’re such a needy girl” she teased, her tone raspy, it felt good, being talked down to by her. She opened your legs wide, letting her hand skim through your upper thighs. “Take these off” she commanded, pulling at your pants. You followed her order and got back on the bed, looking up at her obediently. 

“Get down on your knees,” she said, her voice low and calm. You did as she asked, kneeling to her and looking up to see her face. You felt the carpet dig into your knees, you were glad the room had one as you had no idea what she was about to do. She looked so good from this angle, as she did when she was on top of you. “That’s a good girl” she teased, stroking your hair. “You’re gonna show me how needy you are for mommy, okay?” she asked, looking down at you. Your mind was completely lost, solely focused on her voice. You nodded, unable to answer, astonished by the state your sanity was in. She pressed her boot onto your panties, and you jerked up, feeling the pressure. “Look up at me,” she said, and you did so, immediately turning your gaze away from her feet. She pressed against you gently, making sure she won’t hurt you, but it was enough to stimulate you. You felt her move the tip of her boot in circles, teasing your clit through your panties. 

“Fuck” you whispered, grabbing onto her leg. You almost humped on it as she kept moving steadily, you held onto her pants, squeezing the material between your hands. It felt good to be humiliated by her, sitting at her feet as she watched you for her amusement.

“I love seeing you like this, my perfect little slut, ” she said, moving your hair away from your face. You kept looking at her as she commanded, trying to keep your eyes open your movements began to grow desperate, outrunning her pace. You wished she’d touch you instead, but you knew she found this entertaining. You loved listening to her, seeing her pupils widen every time you followed her orders. “Please” you whispered, feeling yourself get needier by the minute. “Please touch me” you begged, still grinding on her shoe, she stopped moving it herself, realizing you don’t need her help anymore. “You look so pretty when you beg,” she said, her voice only turning you on more, you looked up at her with puppy eyes, completely under her spell. “Need mommy's help?” she said, mocking you. You moved your head up and down, whining from your neediness towards her. 

“Come here,” she said, bending over and grabbing you into her arms. You wrapped your legs around her waist and grabbed onto her shoulders, feeling the outline of her muscles through her clothes. She carefully laid you down on the mattress, staring at your body from above. Her hands shifted to your hips, pulling on your underwear and letting it drop onto the floor. Your whole body felt electrified under her touch, desperately waiting for more. 

Natasha pressed you onto the bed and placed her hand on your chest, making sure you stayed in place. You heard a sharp sound cut through the air, it was easy to guess what it was without having to lift your head to see. "Stay down,” Natasha said, letting a knife press onto your thighs, she flipped it to the unsharp side and dragged it through your skin, letting you sense the coldness of it on your inner thighs. You shivered at the feeling, your brain getting high on the adrenaline that came with being completely under her control. She pressed the side of the knife onto your clit and you whimpered, shifting your hips. Your body felt so hot that the sensation of the cold metal made you feel so good, almost as if she dragged an ice cube over your wet part. 

“Don’t move ''she said, her tone sounding like a dare. “You don’t want mommy to hurt you, do you?” she whispered, holding the knife still. Why did her words south so soothing? You were sure she could make the nastiest sentence sound appealing in her mouth. You nodded, feeling her take the knife away. She put it under your shirt and tore it apart, pulling the object towards her. You wanted to smile, being impressed with everything she does. 

She stared at your breasts for a while, before putting one of them into her mouth. You moaned breathily, feeling her tongue rolling around it before sucking it in, She alternated between them, making sure she gave them both attention. You ran your fingers through her hair, pulling her head closer to your chest. She pressed the side of the blade on one of your nipples and you shivered at the coldness of it again, wondering how long it would take for it to warm up with your body feeling practically on fire. 

“Good girl,” she said, watching your body as she grazed it with the knife, cautiously, making sure she didn't cut your skin. You felt blood pump into your brain, feeling aroused at being left at her mercy. “You’d let mommy do anything to you, isn’t that right?” she whispered and you nodded, looking up at her with puppy eyes. You felt your cunt practically leaking, wanting her to push herself inside of you. She set the knife next to you on the mattress, and you wondered if she was done with it or if she’d come back to it later. The mystery of not knowing leaving you even more excited. 

She moved her hand down your stomach, her every movement only making you needier. You wondered if she took pleasure in slowly corrupting you, dumbing you down to the point where you couldn’t refuse anything she asks. Natasha finally set her finger on your clit, running it up and down through your labia. “Such a needy cunt” she teased, feeling how soaked you were. “I bet you were dreaming about mommy fucking your little holes till you can’t walk straight” she whispered, your brain felt all foggy, enchanted by her words. You moaned, feeling your stomach grow hot under her touch. "Were you having icky thoughts about me in the ballroom?" she asked, her hands teasing your clit. You felt your cheeks grow hot and wondered if you were visibly blushing. You felt shy, guilty of the accusation thrown at you. Her hand still tortured you, she enjoyed seeing you become mindless under her touch. You nodded your head again, not being able to speak. 

“You can take mommy's cock with a knife to your throat, can't you?” she asked, pushing a finger into you. You let out a deep sigh, rolling your eyes to the back of your head. 

“Yes,” you murmured looking up at her green eyes. It was ridiculous, the fact only her one finger felt so good inside of you. “That’s a good pet,” she said, moving her hand away from you. You groaned, seeing her get off the bed. 

She began taking off the layers of her clothes. Her vest, harness, her boots took ridiculously long to untie, you wanted to help her, growing impatient from waiting. You moved closer and stretched out your arm. 

“No, no, no, stay there” she commanded, looking into your eyes. You listened and laid back, supporting your body with your elbows. You were so eager to touch her, you could barely stand watching her. She let her pants drop to the floor, and you noticed she already wore a strap. It was tucked in well, you didn’t notice it throughout the entire night.

“Don't act surprised, you know I couldn’t wait to fuck you” she grinned, climbing on the bed. She ran her hands through your thighs again, making you forget about anything you were going to say. You took a closer look at what was between her legs, the toy making you shiver at the thought of bearing it. “Nat, it's too big,” you said, paying attention to how wide it was, you wanted to be good for her but you knew you’d find yourself crying on her cock eventually. 

“Shh, I know,” she said, climbing on top of your body, her body felt hot, hovering upon yours. “But you’ll take it, right? make mommy proud?” she said, brushing the toy through your folds, it slid easily through them, and she teased you with it, moving it up and down. She slipped the tip of the toy into your pussy and you moaned, feeling it stretch you out. You froze for a second, unable to move your body, feeling your walls getting adjusted to the size. You saw an evil smirk form on her face, she loved making you her little doll, her plaything, unable to do anything but bent to her will and stay in place. She moved slowly into you, and you gasped, wondering if anyone in the surrounding rooms could hear. You felt your walls clench around the toy as it stretched them out. Your breath began to feel heavy as you tried to take it all in, your chest moving up and down rapidly. 

“It’s okay, be a good girl for mommy, just a little more and you’re gonna love it, I promise,” Natasha assured you, keeping her pace slow. Her every thrust felt possessive, a reminder of who you belong to. 

“See? I knew you were hungry for mommy's cock” she said, increasing her pace. You thought she’d give you more time but as soon as she saw you relax, she pounded into you harder. You moaned into her face, feeling her ram into you faster. “Fuck” you managed to cry out, feeling the toy hit all the right places inside. 

“That’s right, I knew my little girl could take it,” she said, ramming into you. You felt your face get hot again and you were sure this time, it's gotten all red. She grabbed the knife that was set on the bed, and pressed it against your neck, making sure to keep her distance, and not letting it touch your skin. 

You shifted your hips onto her cock, desperately chasing her movements. “Stay still,” she said, pushing herself hard into you, her movements were harsh and controlling. “Baby, are you too dumb to understand? if you move you can cut yourself” she explained, fucking into you. You loved when she made you feel dumb, but a part of her was always looking out for you, even when she felt most sinful. You did your best not to rock your hips against her touch and let your body move freely. She pinched your clit with her other hand, teasing you as she fucked into you. She let her fingers play with it, stroking it side to side as her cock moved deeper inside you. You grabbed the sheets into your hands, squeezing them tight as she played with you. 

“Don’t cum, not yet” she said, seeing you close your eyes. You felt your muscles tense up, your clit feeling sensitive under her touch, you could barely hold it anymore, surprised at how quickly she drove you over the edge. “Mommy needs to fuck you just a little more, be good” she repeated slowly, noticing the changing expressions on your face. Her hand still circled your swollen bun, gently, making sure she doesn’t give you enough. The combination of her inside of you and her delicate touches on your clit pushed you into an euphoric state. “Natasha please” you cried, you tried to stop it, but you couldn’t, you felt your muscles release and you came with her cock buried inside of you. 

“Dumb little girl,” Natasha said, pulling out of you. She leaned back on the bed and sat down, her eyes darkening as she let out a sigh of disappointment. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, “ you repeated, lifting yourself off the bed to touch her face. She caught your wandering hand with hers before you got to do so. Getting what you want was an impossible battle to win with her. She was always faster, always smarter than anyone else in the room. 

“No,” she said, you saw a glimpse of malice in her eyes. You wondered what the word meant. No, you couldn’t touch her or no you could have listened? “I couldn’t hold it, Natasha," you said softly, trying to explain yourself, god, it felt miserable to make her upset. She grabbed your face into her hand, squeezing your cheeks. 

“You're just a dumb little bitch aren't you? can't control your needy cunt when I ask you to? ” she asked, the grip she had on your face getting tighter. “No” you mumbled, the words coming out sounding silly with her squeezing your cheeks. “I’m gonna have to punish you,” she said, letting go of your cheeks and instantly brushing through them with her hand. It was amazing how she could switch from being brutal to being soft in a matter of seconds.

“Are you gonna be a good slut this time?” she asked politely, and you felt guilty for feeling enthusiastic at the thought of being punished. “Yes ' you said, genuinely feeling sorry. “You cum when I say you cum” she said, repeating the words slowly as if she was trying to teach you to memorize something. 

Natasha flipped your body on your stomach, and took your wrists into her hand, pressing them onto your lower back. Her moves were harsh but calculated, it seemed like she knew exactly what to do. You wondered if she had fantasized about punishing you, or if she simply came with everything up at the moment. 

You laid in bed, with your cheeks exposed, waiting for her next move. She quickly rolled off and grabbed a belt, you could guess what it was by the way it sounded in her hands. You wondered what else she had used it for, did she strangle someone with it on a mission or simply wore it as an accessory? Before you were able to gather your thoughts you felt it slap against your buttcheeks, feeling a burning sensation spread through your skin. Fuck, she was strong, you suddenly felt bad for anyone who had ever gotten in a physical fight with her. You felt it smack against you again, even harder this time, your whole body jerked up but you held your hands still where she placed them, wanting to satisfy her. She kept going, multiple times, you felt pressure building up within your legs from being teased but you were getting closer and closer to just feeling pain. You let short grunts escape your mouth, clenching your teeth tight every time she hit you. “Poor baby, if you weren’t a dumb needy whore mommy wouldn’t have to punish you,” she said, hitting you again. You felt sick that her words only made your cunt clench more. You were sure she’d leave marks all over your body, that your skin would go through different color stages, varying from green to purple. You felt tears form in your eyes, you didn’t even want to cry, it was just a natural response your body felt entitled to do. “I’m sorry” you whispered, hearing how your words came out sounding out of your mouth, like soft little cries, begging for mercy. “Oh baby, you can cry all you want, it only makes mommy wet,” she said, smacking you in the same place again. You weren’t sure how long you would be able to last without yelling out the safe word. Luckily, she flipped you over on your back, and you sighed, feeling your sore butt press against the sheets. 

She moved closer to you without saying a word and wrapped the belt around your wrists, making sure you won’t be able to break through it. She tied it tight above your head, looking at your naked body as she was at it. Her eyes admired every inch of your skin, and you were surprised that for a moment madness and anger left her face.

Nat moved the tip of her fingers through your hard nipples, biting on her lip as she teased them. She slapped your sensitive pussy, seeing you jerk up at her touch. You whined, taking it all in. She hit it again shortly after, letting the sound of her slap echo through the room. She didn't care about the noise she made, only about what she did to you. You thought she’d do so a few times, let her frustration out a bit more and take care of you, but the more she did it the more you thought she was never going to stop. You did your hardest to clench your jaw with her every slap, making sure you don’t cry out loud. You felt tears streaming down your face, it was hard to see Natasha anymore, the wetness in your eyes making it difficult to see the details on her face. “Please,” you mumbled, feeling your clit burn under her touch, your hips jerking up when her palm clashed with your core. “Hurts,'' you said as she stopped her hand right in front of your skin, preventing it from slapping you again. She slowly climbed on top of you in silence. She wiped the tears off your cheek, stroking your face with her thumb. Her touch was gentle and careful. 

“I thought you like it when mommy hurts you,” she said, her eyes full of fulfillment. Her every word made your thoughts crumble. She slid her cock into you with no warning, letting it fill you up once again as it reached the end of your inner walls. You began to feel hot again, your whole body burning up. Her hand found a way to grip your throat, squeezing it tightly. "Tell me you like it when mommy hurts you” she whispered, fucking into you. She liked hearing you were hers, even if she owned you completely, she wished you would repeat it to her over and over again. You opened your mouth, feeling her cock fill you up, it felt so big but so good, you couldn’t possibly squeeze a sentence out of your mouth. Only soft whines and mumbled words were able to slip through your lips. “I should tie a vibrator to your clit and leave you here for being a spoiled little bitch,” she said, increasing her pace. She was so strong, that you felt your body move up and down every time she thrust into you. “But I can’t, can I? I love you too much,” she said, her hand still wrapped around your throat. You wanted to say you loved her too but you couldn’t, your body was overtaken by her every motion. The words sounded so genuine leaving her mouth, making you feel all giddy and warm. You whined loudly, not being able to hold back anymore, your voice echoed through the walls, as did the sound of your skin slapping together. 

“Shh, I know you like it when mommy is rough on you” she whispered in your ear, her mellow voice only making you clench harder around her cock. You were far too drunk off her words to say anything. “Tasha-” you moaned, barely being able to let out half of her name. Your brain was deprived of air, with her fingers wrapped so tightly around your neck. You were coming close, and you knew she could tell, seeing the corners of her lips lift as she watched your face. You wrapped your legs around her waist, pulling her close, wanting her to move even deeper into you even though there was no further for her to go. You felt a liquid shoot up in your inner walls, realizing only now she wore a cum filled strap on. You were too distraught to protest or say anything, you only gasped, feeling her fuck the cum into your pussy. “I had to baby, I had to” she explained, her cock slipping into your hole so quickly, you felt your cunt get wet and sticky from your own juices and her cum. “You should be grateful for being mommys little cumdump” she said, her strap still violating your hole, the words making you ease into her touch.

Your muscles tensed up again as she only kept moving faster. You managed to let out a loud gasp, your lungs reaching for air as she fucked you through your orgasm. You felt your body release, only to be met with her never stopping pace. Your pussy felt so sensitive as she still pounded into it, her thrusts hard and never-ending. “Please,” you cried, feeling you need a break. “Hush, mommy can't stop till you give her one more,” she said, whispering in your ear. She only fucked harder into you, hearing you yell out loud. Another orgasm piled on top of another, and you felt your thighs shake uncontrollably, as she came to a stop. You felt your cheeks get wet from your tears, your body trembling underneath hers. You never felt so good, you were overwhelmed with all the different feelings running through your body and tried to recover from all that she had given you.

Natasha took a closer look at your face, with her cock still buried in you. “Isn’t it fun being good for mommy?” she said softly, wiping your tears away with her thumb. 

“You did so good.” She lowered herself down and placed gentle kisses on your cheeks, every one of them saying “i’m sorry” and “i love you”  they felt so delicate and comforted you as you tried to catch your breath. “My good girl,” she said, moving her hand to tilt your face in her direction. She pressed your lips against hers, giving you a slow passionate kiss. It felt so good, being held by her. 

You lost track of time, laying in bed next to her in bed, feeling grateful for the AC in the room that cooled off your sweaty body. You valued spending time with Natasha, even when both of you were too tired to speak, you felt comfotable sitting with her in silence.

“Are you gonna walk back to the party like this?” she asked, her voice sitting at the edge of laughter. The words immediately brought you back to reality, realizing you were still at someone's house.  “You think people will notice?” you asked, wondering if you can fix yourself up in the bathroom, brush your hair and wash off your melted makeup. Natasha let out a short laugh, turning to her side to look at your face. “Oh baby, of course they will,” she said, laying a kiss on your cheek. Her lips felt plump and smelled of chapstick. 

“I think I’ll stay here then” you decided, not wanting to get off the bed, and knowing you’ll crawl into her arms eventually. 

“I think I’ll stay with you,” she said, and you smiled, never getting tired of her playfulness. 

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Hello Darkness ~ Chapter 12

… Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13 (coming soon)...

A/N: GUUUYYYSSS, I'M GOING TO THE ERAS TOUR!! I'm so freaking happy and excited that my creativity just bombarded me, and it didn't give a damn that I was supposed to write and article instead of this HUEHEUEE. I can't believe I'm going to see TAYLOR FREAKING SWIFT!!!! I also bought the VIP tickets so I could be really close to her huehuehue I'm so excited!!

I normally write so much angst, but I'm so happy that I couldn't help but writing the fluffiest fluff. Seriously, this is tooth rotting sweet, super adorable. If you know anyone who loves fluff tell them to read this chap as a standalone (if they don't read the fic already), cause this is seriously the best fluff piece I've ever written.

Anyway, happy reading!

Summary: You were happy with Wanda until you found Vision on her bed. You loved her, though, you would have forgiven her eventually, but Natasha couldn’t let you throw away your chance at true happiness like that. So she took matters into her own hands.

Warnings: Cheating, Kidnapping, Gaslighting, non-con sex, non-con drug use, non-con alcohol consumption, Stockholm syndrome, soft!dark!Natasha, synthetic cock, forced pregnancy, breeding kink, praising kink, little bit of mommy kink… I think that’s it, lmk if I need to add more. MINORS DNI. You have been warned.

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Reader, Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: 5000 +/-

You left Tony’s lab feeling no different from when you entered, the smirk on his face telling you just how much he supported your decision. Well, of course he did, he was the one to develop the tech and attach it to you.

He was your best friend beside Natasha, and he knew this decision was going to make you happy, so he did it for you.

As you walked towards your room you took notice of everything in the tower. You were going to miss this place, you were going to miss your team. Tony and Loki were the only ones who knew about your early retirement, they made sure you’d have everything you needed in your new home, a home that Natasha bought and refused to tell you the location, she said it was going to be a surprise; you trusted her, and you knew you’d love whatever she came up with.

You opened the door to your room, Yelena was on Natasha’s lap, your fiancée sitting on the bed playing with your daughter. Neither had noticed you there.

“Come on, Malenky, say Mama,” Natasha said, playing with Lena’s hands as the child giggled madly.

“Ma!” Yelena practically yelled out, bouncing animatedly on Nat’s lap.

“Yes, yes my love, I’m your ma, but I want you to say mama” Nat repeated, her smile growing more and more “Your other mother needs some lovin’ too, you know.”

You felt tears pooling in your eyes, your heart swelling in your chest. If you could relive this moment again, and again and again, you’d do so. Natasha was such a wonderful mother, you couldn’t even comprehend what she must’ve gone through in the Red Room for them to make her think she was unfit for motherhood.

“Mmmmma!” Yelena yelled again, giggling right after.

Natasha threw her head back and laughed too, her smile going from ear to ear, her eyes shining against the light that came from the window. She shook her head then and tickled Yelena “Say mama!” she said.

"Ma!" Yelena said, almost as if she was teasing Natasha.

"I think she's messing with you, Nat," you said, making your presence known.

You walked further into the room; upon seeing you Natasha's smile became a beaming one, a shining beacon of happiness, just like Lena's. You didn't know how to process the hurting in your chest. The two people you loved the most were clearly ecstatic to see you, and that alone made you feel so happy, so fulfilled, that you felt your heart almost bursting out of your chest. It hurt, but it was the best thing you've ever felt.

"She is," Natasha confirmed, looking between you and Lena with what you could only describe as heart eyes. "She just loves messing with her ma."

You hummed and climbed the bed, kneeling beside your woman and your baby, leaning in to kiss Natasha.

"Must've gotten it from you," Nat added as you were just a breath away, your lips ghosting hers, her eyes full of mirth.

"Me?!" You said, putting your hand dramatically over your chest as you drew away.

Yelena laughed along with Natasha and you narrowed your eyes.

"Ohh, so you two are ganging up on me now, are you?" You said, crossing your arms, fighting off your own fit of laughter. You cracked your knuckles then, and an exaggerated evil smile crossed your face. "Well, I guess I'll have to deal with this the hard way, then."

You started wiggling your fingers as you drew close again, Natasha tried backing away but her back hit the headboard, Yelena was laughing hysterically even though you hadn't touched her yet.

"No! Please, please, spare us, oh all-powerful mama!" Your Natalia said between barely concealed puffs of laughter, drawing her knees up to try and protect Lena from your wrath.

"You must face your punishment, troublesome duo," you said, still wiggling your fingers, getting ready to pounce on your prey "So prepare for the… tickle attack!"

You dove in.

"Nooooo, mamaaaaa!" Yelena practically yelled between fits of laughter.

Your fingers danced across their bodies. Yelena was especially ticklish on her neck, while your beautiful Natalia couldn't hold it in when you tickled her waistline.

While Lena curved herself into a little ball to try and stop your attack, Natasha practically pinned her arms to her side in a futile attempt to keep you from her waist.

"Do you apologize for ganging up on me?" You asked imperiously, drawing away to think of a way to get the both of them without using your powers.

"Never!" Natasha yelled back, holding in her laughter.

“Oh, really?” you asked, drawing closer again, your arm sneaking around Nat. She nodded, biting her lip while fighting off a smile.

You managed to get your fingers under her arm, tickling her waist with one hand as the other wiggled around Lena’s head to get to the back of her neck, tickling her there. Yelena squealed and trashed around while Natasha tried wiggling away from your hand.

“Ok! Ok! We give up!” your redhead yelled between fits of laughter.

“What do you say, then?” you asked with a huge smile on your face.

“We’re sorry…” she said with a slight pout.

“Owy mama,” Yelena said, her pout a perfect mirror of Natasha’s.

You felt your hands twitching with the desire to squish the both of them, they were entirely too cute for their own good.

"You better be, otherwise I'll tickle you more, you two hear me?" You said, crossing your arms and looking at them through narrowed eyes.

Natasha nodded with a smile on her face, while Yelena threw her hands up and yelled "Yes!"

You laughed out loud and pulled them to you, giving Yelena's cheeks lots of little kisses, then delicately kissing Natasha's nose before resting your forehead against hers.

"Thank you for this, my love," you said, one of your hands caressing her face, "thank you for giving me our little angel, thank you for giving me your heart."

Natasha brushed her nose against yours, one of her hands coming up to rest above yours, "you should know by now that I'd do anything for you."

~

"Are you sure you don't want to tell anyone else you're leaving?" Tony asked as the last of your luggage got carried to the car.

You smiled up at him, if there was one thing you'd surely miss about this place that would be Tony. Yeah, he's a dick sometimes, and he can be really inconvenient when he wants to be, but he's also one of the funniest people you've ever met, and despite his attempts at hiding it, he's one of the most caring people in the whole wide world.

"Yeah," you answered with a little eye roll, "don't want anyone throwing a fit or meddling in my business. I mean, I'm moving out on the same day as Natasha, they're bound to find out about us."

"And by anyone you mean the wicked witch of the west," Tony teased with a smirk "Why not move on a different day, then? Natasha could go first and then-"

"I'mma stop you right there, Tin-man. I'm not going to leave my woman and my child alone. Also, even if we did move on different days, it'd still be pretty obvious." You said, shaking your head a little, "I mean, we've been living here since forever and neither of us ever said anything about moving, and then suddenly we move out within a couple of days from each other? Everyone would know that's bullshit."

"Yeah, yeah," Tony sighed, "guess I just wanted you to stay a bit more."

You patted his arm and hugged him "We won't be too far, at least that's what Nat said." You chuckled and pulled away, squeezing his arm once more "Besides, I expect you to be visiting quite often. Your goddaughter's gotta be well acquainted with her godfather."

Tony laughed at that and moved his eyes to Lena, who was currently playing with a lock of Natasha's hair while your fianceée said her goodbyes to Loki.

You caught yourself wishing, not for the first time, that your eyes could take pictures. The way the sun illuminated Natasha's hair was magical, the way she tilted her hip slightly to accommodate Lena better, the way your daughter smiled brightly as she played with her mother's hair, you wished you could carry that image with you for the rest of your life.

"I'm really happy for you, you know. She's amazing, she lights up a room," Tony said with a fond smile on his face "and she has this captivating smile. That smile she got from you, it has your toothy grin written all over it. It's amazing how she looks like you, but also like Natasha."

You beamed at him, his eyes shone with love, but also with longing, and that made you realize… "You're thinking about having one, aren't you?" You asked gently, putting your hand on his shoulder.

Tony sighed once more" Yeah. Think that's crazy?"

"No way," you said "I know for a fact you're gonna be a great dad. And Pepper an amazing mom."

Tony's smile came back, and he patted your back a couple times. "I'm gonna miss you, Blue," he said and you used your light blue magic to poke his nose.

"I'mma miss you too, Tin-man." You said then, taking a couple steps towards the car, where Natasha and Yelena were already waiting.

"We're gonna visit soon!" Tony yelled out as you entered the car.

"Maybe sooner than you think!" Loki said.

"We're counting on it!" You and Nat said in unison as she turned the ignition on. You looked at your friends and smiled once more "Don't kill yourselves, you two, and don't do anything I wouldn't!"

You drove away.

~

"Did Loki tell you that he expects Lena to be taught the art of deceiving?" You asked Nat as you took in the scenery.

You knew this part of the city well, it wasn't far from the compound at all, and it was pretty close to where your family lived.

"Yes, he said there's no one better than me to teach her," Nat answered with a smile on her face. "Did he tell you that since he doesn't intend on having children, he's gonna name Lena as his heiress to the throne?"

You turned to her, her smile had turned into a smirk.

"You're messing with me." You said, shaking your head, your eyes going to the rearview mirror to take a look at Yelena.

"I'm actually not. Not this time." Nat said, taking one of her hands off the steering wheel to interlace her fingers with yours.

"But isn't Thor the next in line?" You asked with furrowed eyebrows.

"Yes, but he doesn't have any children either, so if anything ever happens to him Loki will be the king."

"... And Yelena a fucking princess." You sigh in a mix of fondness and disbelief "My daughter, a literal princess. Holy fuck."

"Well, you are the queen of my heart, so…"

It was only because your daughter had her eyes on the both of you that you didn't make Natasha stop that car so you could fuck her into oblivion.

Your heart swelled hearing those words. You knew no words were ever necessary to show you how much your Natalia loved you, she had proven it over and over again, but still, you felt so validated, so cared for whenever she said those things. You could only hope to replicate that feeling in her chest.

"Our queendom is mutual then because you're the queen of my heart, body, and soul." You said with one hand over your chest.

Natasha raised a single eyebrow, and her smirk grew bigger "Did you just quote Taylor Swift at me?"

You smiled and fluttered your lashes at her. She laughed out loud and squeezed your hand.

"You're lucky you're so cute." She muttered, regaining her neutral expression, though you could see her fighting off a smile.

"I can't help it, it's like she takes a peek into our lives before writing those songs!" You defended yourself.

"Ake it off, ake it off!" Yelena sang, making you and Nat burst out laughing.

"See, even Lena agrees!" You said, still laughing.

"Ok, ok, I'll have to relent this time," Nat said, and you brought her hand, still intertwined with yours, to your lips, making her smirk once again.

"Well, since you're in a relenting mood, could you relent and tell me where our home will be?" You asked, batting your eyelashes once more.

"Geez, five minutes, detka, five more minutes." She chuckled and shook her head.

"You've been saying five more minutes for fifteen minutes now." You said, pouting.

Natasha didn't say anything back, she just kept that damned smirk on her face. You could tell she was excited, the way her finger tapped the wheel gave her away.

You knew Natasha Romanoff enough to know that she had spent a lot of time searching for the perfect house, and you knew as well that you would love whatever she chose because, one, she certainly had you in mind while doing so, and two, your home was with her, no matter where you lived in.

As she drove, you kept stealing glances at her, your curiosity growing more and more by the minute. "Not even a little hint?" You asked then.

Natasha laughed at that, shook her head, and said, "Calm down, detka, it's a surprise. Just wait and see, we'll be there soon enough."

"Where ma?" Yelena's voice popped up, making you laugh out loud.

"See! Even our kid's curious!" You accused, pointing a finger at Lena.

"Rious!" Yelena yelled out, making you laugh once again.

"Now who's ganging up on who?!" Natasha said, smiling from ear to ear.

You opened your mouth to reply, but Natasha took a turn, and then another, and you found yourself in an area you knew quite well. As you got deeper and deeper into the neighborhood, Nat turned down a quiet street lined with trees. You remembered playing with your siblings not too far from there.

And then Nat pulled up. You gasped in surprise, your heart swelling once more with overwhelming love for this beautiful woman you could call your own. It was a beautiful three-story home, it had a modern layout and you could clearly see how it was brimming with technology. But more than that, it was only a couple blocks away from your parent's house.

"Holy shit, Natasha," you exclaimed, completely forgetting for a moment you shouldn't curse near your very intelligent child "This is perfect!"

You unbuckled your seatbelt and practically jumped from the car, your eyes roamed the area, seeing a huge space for a garden, an enormous garage, a pool in the back as well as a weirdly technological shack.

Natasha took Yelena and got out after you, her eyes shining with what could be only described as pride. "I knew you'd love it," she said, setting Yelena down so the kid could run through the space where the garden would be. "And the best part is the location. We're just a short walk to your parents' house, but the Avengers Tower isn't far either." She said, coming up behind you and wrapping her arms around your waist. "When I took you to my cabin, you told me you missed our friends and your family. This house allows us to be close enough to both."

You turned around in Natasha's embrace, your eyes meeting hers, and as you tried to speak it was as if your voice didn't want to cooperate, you were too emotional, so you only managed to whisper. "I can't believe you did all of this for me. For us."

"Your happiness is my reason for living. I'd do anything to see you smile like that." She said, her eyes looking right at your soul, she cupped your face, caressing your cheek with one hand. "Detka, I love you more than words can say, more than the sun that lights my day, more than the air that fills my lungs. I love you more than life itself. I hope you know that by now."

You nodded, your eyes filling with unshed tears. "I know," you said, kissing her palm "and I love you just as much. You're the one I live for, my everything, my reason to be."

You touched your forehead against hers, your hand caressing her face just as she had done to you.

"Mamaaaa! Look, toys!" You heard Yelena giggle, making you laugh and pull away from your love.

Your heart never felt so full.

~

It was late in the evening when Yelena finally fell asleep in her own room, you and Nat tucked her in and kissed her forehead, and then she was out like a light.

The moment the door to your kid's room closed, you pushed Natasha against the wall and kissed her. Natasha's hands started traveling your body, but you stopped her as you pulled her with you towards the stairs. You'd go to the first floor, the farthest from Yelena's room, so you could properly christen the house.

As soon as you got to the first floor, Nat pulled you to the kitchen and pushed you against the counters. She kissed your neck and rolled up your camisole so she could feel the curve of your ass. You couldn't help but grind back against her, making her let out a little moan.

"Y/N, my love, you always feel so fucking good," she said low against your ear. You arched against her, shivering a little. Nat's eyes were dark with lust. It drove you wild seeing how crazy you could make her.

"Fuck, Natty" you breathe out.

Natasha squeezed your ass then, unable to keep her hands off of you. "Why are we still wearing clothes, Detka?"

You pulled away with an impish smile on your face. "In the kitchen?" you asked, then, biting your lip. "Really? You know I'm gonna have to bleach everything when we're done, right?" You teased, inching in and pulling her lower lip between your teeth.

"Tell you what, Kotenok, I'll bleach it down myself if you let me bend you right here and right now," she said with a teasing smile, her lips brushing yours.

You pulled away a little and tilted your head a bit to the side, your eyes glowing slightly blue. “What if I want you to bend over for me, Natty baby?” you said as you inched closer again, slipping your hand into her lacy underwear and toying with her lower lips.

"Fuck, Detka," she sighed, bucking her hips against your hand.

Your hand went to her clit, massaging it in slow circles as your forehead came to rest against hers. “I have a little something for you,” you whispered.

The moment your hands left her Natasha let out a little whimper, making your body tremble with desire. You grabbed her shoulders and turned your positions, pinning her to the counter and pressing the little Black Widow insignia on your own body.

The telltale sound you two came to know so well echoed through the kitchen, but this time it didn’t come from her. Natasha’s eyes widened at the realization, your eyes searching hers for any sign of hesitancy. You only found a bit of confusion.

“I asked Tony for it,” you said before she could say anything, your hands tightening on her waist “I wanted to make you feel as good as you make me feel.”

You didn’t wait for her answer, you claimed her mouth with yours once again, your hands exploring her pussy once more. Nat only moaned and buckled against you, pulling you closer by the collar of your camisole.

You lifted her up the counter, her legs automatically wrapping around your waist. Her nipples showed through the shirt she was wearing, your shirt. One of your hands moved to rub over the little nub and Nat arched her back, offering herself up to you in a silver platter.

You kissed her neck down to her collarbone, her scent was intoxicating. Nat clung to you, her arms pulling you impossibly closer as a shivery groan left her mouth. You angled your fingers to rub in the exact way you knew she liked, and pleasure ran through you at the sight of her squirming. Her hips ground against you, the smell of her arousal permeating the room as she rubbed against your hand to the beat of her uneven breaths. Her legs began to shake, wrapping around your waist and gripping you to the point it’d leave bruises. You didn’t care, though, you always thought that dying between her legs would be the best way to go.

“Yes, right there Detka, you’re being so good to me, such a good girl,” she moaned, hips still grinding against your hand.

You groaned and bit your lip “Fuck, Nat, you’re so hot, so fucking hot”.

Her hands twisted the fabric of your camisole so tight it almost rip apart, she had this pleased expression on her face, and you could feel yourself getting more and more aroused just by looking at her.

The more you rubber her clit the tighter her legs wrapped around you, drawing you closer and closer. The handle of the cabinet dug into your tight, but you couldn't really feel it, your attention solely on the redhead squirming against you.

Natasha always looked beautiful; in all the years you’ve known her there wasn’t a single stance where she looked anything less than perfect. Even when bloodied and bruised, even when crying and shouting, your Natalia was the most beautiful sight you have ever laid eyes upon, and yet this was one of her most beautiful facets. The bliss on her face, the slight flush to her cheeks, the silver of forest green in her darkened eyes; it was heaven. She was heaven.

You couldn't take it anymore, you withdrew your hand and ripped her underwear, making her practically growl. The sound soon turned into a sigh when she felt your cock rubbing against her lower lips, and you had to fight off this loud, loud moan you knew could wake your child. You don’t know what exactly Tony did, you didn’t know if this was how an actual man’s cock felt, but the feeling was mind-blowing.

You bucked your hips against hers, your cock grinding against her soaking wet pussy as she let out a wanton, needy sound, rocking her hips right back, clad in nothing more than an oversized shirt of yours.

“So eager, my love,” you panted against her mouth “You want my cock, Natty, is that what you want?”

Natasha’s hands gripped your camisole tighter still, ripping it as she, too, panted against your mouth, nodding almost desperately.

You shook your head and bit your lip. “I want you to answer me, baby. Do you want my cock?”

“Fuck, fuck, yes, Y/N! Yes, I want your cock, goddamn it!” she practically screamed.

You smirked, one of your hands making its way to the back of her head, gripping her hair tightly in a fist. “Where do you want it?” you asked.

Natasha growled this time, and her nails dug into the skin of your back where the fabric had ripped. “Y/N, if you don’t shove your big, fat cock in my pussy right this second I swear to god I’m gonna handcuff you to bed and ride you all night long without letting you cum.”

You shivered. It would be torture, but it would also be bliss. You didn’t know if she was trying to persuade you or dissuade you. You didn’t want to know.

You pushed in.

“Oh my god, oh fuck!” She shivered as you entered her. It was bliss, it was pure bliss. You buried your face against her neck and bit on that sweet spot of hers, making her tighten around you. “Fuck, detka, you feel so good inside me, so good for your mommy!”

“Mommy, mommy,” you mumbled between each thrust, feeling her walls around your cock as if it was actually a part of you. Natasha was tight, so fucking tight and so wet and warm, and, god, you could stay inside of her forever “I wanna make you feel good,” you kept mumbling “I wanna make you feel so fucking good, make you cum on my cock so hard, fuck, I love you, I love you so much.”

"Oh god, Detka, please, please, go deeper,” she groaned and gripped your shoulders tightly. And who were you to deny the love of your life?

You pulled out until only the tip of your cock was inside of her, and using your magic you made it even bigger before thrusting back in again, going deeper and harder than before.

Natasha's eyes widened, she gasped your name again and again as you fucked her silly, as you lost yourself in her.

Fuck, how could she feel so good? She was so tight and warm around you, so much so that every time you pulled back you felt the absence of her. You could spend days with your cock buried inside her tight pussy; you could even see yourself chilling on the sofa, watching a movie as she cockwarmed you. God, that would be heaven.

You were so lost in her, drowning so deliciously in the pleasure she was giving you that you barely paid attention to the murmured praises you were muttering in her ear.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, my Natalia, so ethereal. God, do you know what you do to me?" You muttered, feeling her walls tighten up around you, hearing the needy whine that left her lips. "You’re my whole world, my universe, my everything… So pretty, so beautiful, so perfect… Fuck, you feel so fucking good around me, Mommy, so hot and tight… Never wanna stop, wanna keep fucking you forever… ”

Natasha was moaning and panting like you'd never seen her do before. She was always so controlled, moaning only the dirtiest praises, groaning only at low volume, but now she was singing her pleasure with abandon, holding onto you as if you were the only thing keeping her from falling apart.

Looking at her like that, so free, so blissed out, it hit you once again how much you loved this woman. She really was your everything, you would shatter without her.

Natasha pulled you even closer and tucked her head into that sweet spot on your neck. And then she bit down, hard. You groaned and rutted harder into her as she held you close, keeping her head in your neck almost possessively.

You moaned loudly as you felt her licking the bite, your hand making its way to her breast, where you twisted her nipple in retaliation, your hips working harder and faster as you pounded into her with abandon.

“Yes, fuck, Detka," Natasha pleaded, whorish moans leaving her mouth, "keep fucking me just like that. Fuck, that’s so deep. You're so good to your mommy, baby, fucking me so hard,” she was gasping, her breathing ragged, and you could feel her pussy pulsing around you.

She dragged her nails down your back, ripping your camisole even more.

You put your hands on her stomach, under the shirt.

She tightened around you even more, driving you beyond whatever notion of pleasure you could convince.

You opened your mouth to say something, but the moment you tried to speak, she kissed you hard enough to make you see stars.

And then she was shuddering, squirting all over the counter, tightening so much around you that you couldn't help but explode.

Your hands glowed blue over her stomach.

Your come filled her entirely.

She sagged against you.

"Hey, Natty baby," you said then after catching your breath, your glowing hands retreating from her stomach as you placed them under her tights to pick her up. "How're you feeling? Are you ok? Do you need anything?"

She raised her head to look you in the eyes, her forest green orbs filled with adoration “I don’t feel my legs but… god that was so fucking good, Y/N.” she groaned, lowering her head on your chest once again as you placed a kiss on her forehead.

“Fucking good is an understatement. I think you officially broke me. I won't be able to ever have sex again without wanting to make you squirt.” You joked, walking towards the sofa and gently laying Natasha down.

With a single wave of your hand, a warm damp cloth appeared right in front of you. You took it and delicately wiped Natasha clean, caressing and massaging her body as you went.

Natasha's hands cupped your cheeks, and there was so much love in her eyes you felt like your whole life led you right to that moment.

“I really want to marry you, you know?” she asks, stretching her legs with a dopey, lovesick smile on her face.

With another wave of your hand your clothes were fixed, covering your bodies as if they were never tattered.

After making sure your camisole was right, you leaned over her and brushed your nose against hers.

"I know," you whispered, "I really wanna marry you, too. You know that, right?"

You picked her up once again, cradling her lovingly in your arms as you walked her to your new room in your new home.

“Yeah, I know.”

She wrapped her arms around your neck, tucking her face in your neck and cuddling you while you stroke her hair.

It didn't matter if this started out wrong, Natasha more than made up for it by now. And with this place, you felt like it was all coming together. Like this was the beginning of a new chapter in your lives, and you couldn't wait to see what the future held for the three of you in your beautiful new home.

You hoped nothing would perturb this peaceful serenity you found.

You would hate to have to paint your hands red again.

But you would rejoice in the suffering of whoever dared to break your bubble.

If it was the last thing you do.

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[rain-mikaelson]

Wanda: who's your crush y/n

Y/n: Elizabeth Olsen and Scarlett Johansson

Wanda: who the hell is that and why not me or Nat

Y/n: it is what it is

Natasha: (hold wanda back) love calm down were her wifes its just crushes

Wanda: I will not (glowing eyes intensifies)

Jennifer Walters: I see what you did there y/n. (Looks at the camera) well y/n over there likes *chaos*. Im so funny see what I did there. 😜

Y/n: Jen stop talking to them and help me before one of my lovely wifes murder me.

Jen: Im coming! Wanda stop y/n means you guys but from a different universe!

Wanda: wha-😳

Nat- I knew it😏

Y/n: see nothing to worry about

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[d3adp00ls]

In The Dark

(Chapter 1)

Fandom: MARVEL 

Pair(s): Dark!Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Genre: Dark Fic

Word count: 1,453

Warnings: Dark Fic!!  Curse words, Kidnapping, Violence, Blood, Broken bones, mean nat (definitely a warning), isolation, guns, knives, forks (yes. forks.) 

MINORS DNI THIS IS A DARK FIC AND WILL HAVE 18+ THEMES IN OTHER CHAPTERS. (why do i even try-)

 By clicking continue you are confirming that you are 18+ (i rlly only put this to look professional lol ) and have read the warnings above. 

Prologue, one, two, three,etc.

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September 28th, Wednesday- 5:00 am

Bang!!

I look up upon hearing a heavy door being slammed shut, I try to look around to take in my surroundings but am only met with darkness.

“My head fucking hurts, and why the hell can't I see anything,” I think to myself while trying to lift my hand to my face but failing because of a rope holding me back.

“What the fu-” Someone cuts me off

“Oh so you’re awake,” The person says.

“The voice…Familiar.”

“Who’s there,” I say looking around again.

“Maybe you’re not fully awake yet,” The person says, I then hear footsteps coming towards me before the blindfold that was previously around my head is yanked off.

“Ow..” I let out while trying to adjust to the new lighting.

“Good morning, detka,” Natasha says with a smirk

“What?... Why-”

“You can't remember? Wanda said that could happen, that's ok though it'll come to you at some point” She cuts me off before placing a finger under my chin and lifting up and smiling at me.

I look at her confusingly before looking around and taking in my surroundings.

I'm In some type of basement, tied to a chair, there's a bed in a corner with thin sheets and a lamp next to it on a bedside table, I look back at her and open my mouth to speak but she cuts me off before I can.

“This is where you’ll be staying until I trust you can come upstairs with me, don’t worry you won't be tied up forever, I only did this so you wouldn't try anything…stupid” she states before taking her thumb and putting it to my lip, I turn my head trying to pull away from her.

“Why are you doing this?” I say while sending her a glare, to which she only responds with a shrug.

“You interest me, ever since I saw you that day at the party with Wanda I've felt the need to have you to myself,” she says then drops the hand that was on my chin.

“And almost always, when I want something or someone I get it,” she says with a smirk.

I shake my head repeating ‘no’ but she nods yes.

“Wanda will realize I'm missing and will start looking for me and will call the police,” I say glaring at her.

“Oh you poor. dumb. baby.” She says before laughing.

“Wanda helped me, she's apart of this,” she says with a smile to which i start shaking my head again.

“No,” I start to shake my head again “your lying, she would never!!”

She lets out another laugh

“What? You wanna see the texts? Matter of fact, would you like me to call her instead? I will if you don't wanna believe me.”

I shake my head mumbling ‘no’ to which she replies with a hum before taking a knife out of her pocket and going behind me, I start to panic and try to pull away when she touches my wrist.

“Stop moving or ill cut you,” she says before fully grabbing my wrist then cutting the rope before coming back around and crouching in front of me and cutting both the ropes that were holding my legs to the chair.

“Stand up,” she says to me before going towards the bedside table and taking some handcuffs out.

I stand up when she turns back to me and beckons me to come towards her, I walk over to her and she tells me to hold my hands out, which I do, and she puts the cuffs on me.

“I'm gonna show you upstairs but I can't fully trust you yet so..” She pulls on the chain on the handcuffs “we’ll see how this goes while we are up there, then we can talk about your free will to walk around, but if you fuck up and do something stupid then I will not hesitate to bring you back down here and lock you down here alone” She says

“Do you understand?” she asks

I nod.

“Use your words detka,” 

“Yes, I understand,” I say looking at her with a blank stare.

She sighs mumbling something before pulling me towards the stairs.

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When she brings me upstairs she shows me around, she first shows me her bedroom then she showed me the living room, then the bathroom, then lastly she brought me to the kitchen.

“Okay so theres the fridge, i just fully restocked it with things you like, the silverware is over there in that draw, bowls and plates in this cabinet and cups are-” 

I tuned her out while I looked over where she pointed at the silverware, I looked back at her to see she was facing away from me so i quietly walk over to the draw and open it to find anything sharp enough.

“Of course theres no knives” I think to myself “Fork is the next  best thing” I grab the fork and run towards her stabbing it into her back, she groans in pain and i pull the fork out and she turns to me then i head butt making her dizzy, i go and grab the knife in her pocket before stabbing her in the stomach with it, she folds over grabbing her stomach in pain, i then kick her in the stomach making her fall on her back i crouch down ad pull the keys to my cuffs out of her pocket and uncuff myself, I then run towards the front and go to pull the door open.

Locked

“Fucking he-” before i can finish i hear a gun being cocked from behind me, I slowly turn around and see Natasha holding a gun to my head, standing straight up with the knife still in her stomach.

“What-” 

“You dumb baby, you really thought I would just bring you here and let you basically roam free and not have protection for myself” She says before pulling the knife out and showing it to me. It had no blood or anything.

“What? How?” I mumble.

She lets out a dry chuckle “You really are stupid.” She then lifts her shirt up to show me a bullet proof vest.

“No-” I say while shaking my head, but she smiles and nods.

“Lets go” she says while taking a few steps closer, the gun still pointed at me.

“NO!!” I yell before trying to run towards the kitchen but before i could get there i feel a horrible pain in my legs, I scream out in pain as i fell onto the floor.

“FUCK!!” i yell out and i turn and look at my right leg to see blood coming out of it.

She fucking shot me

“It really didnt have to be like this” She says crouching in front of me whiling i let out sobs and wimper's

“But” she stands “You insisted, even after i tried to give you my love and hospitality,” She looks down at me with faux pity.

“Now you wont be able to walk,” she then lifts her foot and i start to scream and plea for her not to but she brings it right back down on my already wounded leg.

She stomps on it 4 times before doing the next one, by the time shes done I was screaming and sobbing and trying to get away from her.

“Look at you, so pathetic, you go and do something stupid but dont expect consequences, this is what you deserve, now youll have to go back into the basement in the dark all alone,” She says while grabbing me by my hair and pulling me down to the basement, I scream and shout with every step she goes down until she picks me up and throws me on the bed.

“I'm going to leave you down here until I feel you deserve to even see a sprinkle of light if you scream or shout I will come down and rip your tongue out,” She puts one end of the cuffs on my wrist then the other to the headboard, “If you try to break out of these cuffs I will come down and break your wrist like I did your legs” I whimper when she pats my legs, she then stands and begins to walk toward the stairs.

“I'll bring food down to you every time you fall asleep, but you will not be seeing me nor anyone else for a while” she begins to walk up the stairs and reaches her hand to the light switch.“Until then, have fun alone, In the dark” I see her smirk before she cuts off the lights and I hear the door shut close.

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This chapter took quicker to write then the original chapter one (yes I have a different version I may post it some other day) but I feel this one fits better than that one yk?

Anyways untill next time!!!

Byeeee.

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[natsarrownecklacx]

Cruelty Is An Art Form Pt.2

Word Count- 3,183

Summary- Your the daughter of one of New York’s most known Mob leaders. Unfortunately, you’ve caught the attention of New York’s most feared Mob leader, Natasha Romanoff.

Warnings- Dark Natasha Romanoff, Smut, Minors this fic if not for you, Knife kink, Fear kink, mentions of kidnapping, allusion to death/ murder, dub con, slight daddy kink. Lmk if I missed anything.

Part One

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Natasha walks you out of the bar with one arm wrapped securely around your waist. A blade, concealed by her suit jacket, pokes you dully in the side, engulfing you in the fear that acting out in any way will lead to your death. 

She pushes you into the back seat of her car, spinning the blade tauntingly in her hand as she instructs her driver to take you both to her home.

The car starts to move instantly and you turn your attention to the world slowly edging by outside the window. You watch as the sky turns to shades of red and yellow then slowly fade to a dark, leached gray in an attempt to distract yourself from the panic you feel coiling in your chest.

You don’t look at Natasha, not even once, as you make the drive from the city to her house in the countryside. She doesn’t try to speak to you or gain your attention in any way either, which you are grateful for. 

She sits so still, so quietly, that you’ve almost convinced yourself that she isn't really there. That, or she’d forgotten about you altogether. Either way you just hope that whatever is keeping her occupied lasts at least until the end of the car ride. 

What you didn’t know is that Natasha has not taken her eyes off of you once since you both left the bar. She’s just contented herself in watching you, imagining all the different ways she can play with you once she gets back to her house. That is, until she grows bored of only using her imagination. 

You feel the cold pinch of metal against the bare skin of your thigh before you feel her move toward you. You flinch inturnaly and pray that if you don’t acknowledge her behavior, she’ll remove the blade from its place on your leg and shuffle back to the other side of the seat. 

She holds the blade lazily against your thigh, swirling it against your skin to create intricate, twirls and designs. She doesn’t press hard enough to draw blood, but the knife is sharp enough to leave faint lines of red in its wake. 

Your heart picks up its pace in your chest, thudding against your ribs at a speed that makes you dizzy. 

Natasha watches with predatory eyes as your breathing picks up, finding a twisted pleasure in the way your chest rises and falls rapidly as she twists and loops the blade against the plush skin of your thigh. 

It only takes a few minutes before the enjoyment she feels watching you starts to fade. The now familiar quickened pace of your breath and uncomfortable shifting of your body boars her. So she decides to take it a step further, moving the blade higher up your thigh. 

Your breath hitches, something that doesn’t go unnoticed by the redhead, a sly smile making its way over her face at hearing the sound. Natasha smirks maliciously to herself, leaning in tauntingly slowly and placing open mouth kisses on the side skin of your neck. 

You gasp quietly at the attention she gives the delicate skin and try to shuffle away. Hot, molten shame courses through your veins upon realizing that her actions are making arousal pool in the pit of your stomach. You close your legs against the feeling, willing it to go away. 

Natasha, however, has other ideas. She pushes down slightly on the blade, making it pierce your skin in warning and she delights in the whimper that leaves your lips at the stinging sensation and your compliance to unclench your thighs. 

Natasha continues her path of leaving marks on you, picking up where she left off in the bar. She moves the knife up and down your thigh without pause, using her other hand to massage and grope at the plush flesh of your neglected thigh. 

She moves her attention to your pulse point, gently nipping and sucking at the area. A needy whine leaves your lips as your mind slips from its surroundings and plunges you into a fuzzy headspace, the alcohol and lust running through your system lowering your inhibitions to a damn near non-existent level. 

Natasha moves hand unoccupied by the blade to your chest, groping and kneading the flesh in a way that has the heat in your stomach sliding down between your legs. You lean your head against the back of the seat, unconsciously closing your eyes, arching your back forward and spreading your legs for the widow. 

Natasha smirks against the skin of your neck, taking the opportunity to press the flat of the blade between your legs, directly onto your clit. She watches in awe as your head tilts back and a pitiful, needy moan falls from your lips, the cold of the blade setting your senses on fire. 

She’d had a feeling when she’d seen you at the bar that you were different from every other girl she’d known before, but this is not what she was expecting. 

Hot arousal pools in Natasha’s stomach, making her clench her thighs together. She tries to sit quietly in her seat, not wanting to pull you from your blissed out headspace. 

Your hips start to move against the cold metal pressed against your cotton panties, eliciting quite whimpers and moans from your lips. 

“Fuck.” She whispers, feeling her slick slide into her panties and stick them to her dripping folds. She watches with dilated eyes as you get yourself off on the metal, grinding your hips into it and clenching your fists on either side of your body. 

Soft moans and whimpers leave your mouth as you do, the heat between your legs building to the point that only a few more thrusts will push you over the edge. 

It's not until you absentmindedly whine out “Daddy” that Natasha loses her will to restrain herself. Without allowing herself to really register what she is doing she grabs your hand from beside you, shoves it between her legs and wasting absolutely no time before closing her thighs around it and grinding down. 

The rough and sudden movement pulls you from your absent headspace, bringing you back to yourself and your current situation. You yelp out and jump away from the woman beside you.

Tears of shame and disgust fill your eyes as the reality of your actions hit you. This woman has kidnapped you, threatened you and killed hundreds if not thousands of people. Yet you couldn’t help yourself from opening your legs for her. 

Natasha sighs, seeing that she will no longer be getting what she wants. She opens her mouth to speak, no doubt to tell you to get over yourself, that it's only a bit of fun, but her driver and the car pulling to a halt stop her just before the words can leave her mouth. 

“We're here, boss.” 

Natasha looks to the man, thanking him and dismissing him for the night. She then looks back to you, a teasing, evil glint in her eyes as she lifts the blade up to your eye line, showcasing the slick arousal sliding down its surface. 

“Don’t bother acting all innocent, Angel. Having my blade between your legs turns you on, there's no hiding that now.”

You look away in embarrassment, wishing more than anything that a hole could open underneath you and swallow you. Or anything really to make you feel something other than this. 

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Natasha opens the car door and steps out, looking over her shoulder expectantly at you. You follow her without complaint, hoping that if you do so she won’t feel the need to pull you along behind her, not wanting to draw anymore attention to the fact that she had her hands all over you only moments ago in a very different context. 

You follow behind her through a huge font door, into an admittedly very nice house. The entryway is filled with paintings and sculptures from what looks to be Greek mythology.  It all comes together in a way that makes the room look decadent and beautiful. It's not at all what you expected her house to look like, but you appreciate the interesting art either way. 

Natasha only acknowledges your presence again when she looks over her shoulder toward you, having reached a door at the end of a long hallway. She pauses briefly after opening the door and gesturing for you to walk inside. 

This room, unlike the one in the hall, is exactly what you think Natasha’s living space should look like. It’s a home study, with a large mahogany desk in the center of the room, what looks to be a drinks cabinet pushed against the left wall and a rather mysterious looking wooden chest in the back left corner, hidden between the wall and the drinks cabinet.

There's a comfortable, old timey looking arm chair in the top right hand corner, with a small drinks table next to it. There are various paintings scattered around the room, each of them depicting different Greek gods and goddesses. 

Natasha walks into the room behind you, shutting the door behind her and walking straight to her desk. She looks toward you, raising a brow at you awkwardly standing in the center of the room, waiting for some kind of instruction. 

Natasha smirks to herself and nods to the armchair in the corner, watching in amusement as you follow her wordless command. 

The second your body meets the leather of the chair Natasha’s voice cuts through the silence of the room, calling for a few of her men, who were stationed around the house, to join you in the study. Each of the men ignore your presence as they enter and stand silently, listening to Natasha order them to find every bit of information they can about you. They leave the way they came, with only a complaint “on it boss” passing through their lips. 

The men leave and the room is plunged into an uncomfortable silence. Natasha doesn’t speak to you or try to touch you at all. She doesn’t taunt or threaten or gloat. She simply sits in the chair behind her desk, a glass of vodka in hand, and stares at you as if you are a five course meal and she is a starved woman. 

This continues on for what feels like hours, but in reality is only thirty minutes, until Natasha’s phone rings, disturbing the quiet in the room and causing you to flinch, not expecting the noise. 

You can’t hear the person speaking to her on the phone, but you can tell from the look in her eyes and the cheshire-like grin on her face that they’ve given her what she wanted.

Natasha’s eyes darken and you swear you can see an idea forming behind the deep pools of green and black.

She puts the phone down without saying a word, her eyes never leaving you as she does so. She bites her lip in thought and turns her attention to her phone, debating her next move for a few seconds before picking the device back up.  

The other person answers quickly and she begins to speak in a language you don’t understand. Sometimes you hear her say your name, your heartrate picking up each time she does so. Whoever she’s talking to seems to be fairly interested in you, seeing as Natasha’s gaze remains on you the entire time. Luckily the call only lasts for a few short minutes. 

“Do svidanyiya.” She says, seemingly happy with the outcome of the call, and hangs up. 

She sits back in her chair, staring at you over the rim of her glass. You can see from the way her grip tightens on her glass and eyes dilate that she is holding herself back from taking you in every way her sick mind can convince. 

You war with yourself internally between dreading the thought of her giving into her urges and the need between your legs begging her to touch you again. To finish what she started hours ago at the bar.

The reason behind her hesitation both confuses and alarms you. It can’t be because she fears retaliation from your family, Natasha isn’t afraid of anyone. Now that she knows who your father is, the reason behind her self restraint is even more confusing. 

Your father is known throughout the underworld of mob leaders as a kinder, more gentle leader. He never takes a life, not unless that life threatens others. He protects his community in any way he can. To Natasha, he’s an easy mark. A weak, pathetic excuse for a man. 

She didn’t even know whose territory she’d been taking over for months, uncaring of who she was leaching from. But now that she knows it’s your father, an idea starts to form in her head, a way for her to kill two birds with one stone. 

You see it on her face the moment it happens, the second her mind becomes resolute on whatever plan she’s making for herself. 

The thought makes you feel sick to your stomach, the idea that you and your father are now known to Natasha, that her plans now involve you both, makes you want to vomit. 

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It's another ten minutes of Natasha silently staring at you and sipping away at her drink before you work up the courage to speak.  “What will you do with me?” You ask, your voice quiet. 

“Whatever do you mean?” Natasha responds, feigning innocence and looking entirely too amused with your attempt at confidence.

“You know who I am now. You know who my father is. What are you going to do with me?” You press again, this time shoving your fear away and looking her in the eye. “If you're going to kill me I’d rather you get it over with.” 

Natasha tenses at your words, her demeanor changing from lazy and relaxed, teasing even, to angry. The shift in atmosphere scares you, making you shuffle back against the corner of the armchair. 

Natasha watches you as you do so, groaning and leaning back in her chair, her hands coming up to drag down her face. “Fuck, your so pretty when your scared.” 

Her crude words light a flame in your cheeks, a red tint licking over your features as you curl in on yourself more, readily ignoring the burning sensation between your legs ignited by her words and groans. 

“Like I said before, Angle, you're of no use to me dead.” She says, as if she’s bored of saying it again. “So no. I won’t be killing you any time soon.” 

You nod your head slowly at her words, trying to accept them and take in what they mean for you. If she doesn’t want to kill you, what does she want?

Natasha twitches in her seat across from you, losing her internal battle of self restraint, and draws you out of your thoughts, bringing you attention to her. She stands, making her way over to you in quick strides and grabbing you by the neck before you can even process her standing from her seat. 

You look up at her, confusion and fear evident in your eyes as you claw at her hand and splutter for breath. Natasha allows herself a moment to take in the sight in front of her before she comes to her senses and pulls back, muttering a frustrated “fuck” while you cough for air. 

“I’m not used to having to control myself.” She mumbles angrily, pacing back and forth in front of you. “When I want something, I take it. When I want someone, I have them.” 

Natasha stops pacing suddenly and turns to look at you so fast you're sure she must have given herself some form of whiplash. “No. I have to do things differently with you. I have to do this the right way.”  She says the last words through gritted teeth, as if they physically pains and disgusts her. 

“Get out.” She says, before shouting a woman's name over her shoulder and making her way back over to her desk.

“What?” You ask, shock clear in your voice as you stand from your chair on shaky legs. 

A woman in a maid outfit enters the room with her head bowed, her voice coming out even but fearful as she asks, “You called for me, miss?” Natasha nods her head and commands the woman to take you to a guest room, to bring you a change of clothes and a hot meal. 

“You're just going to feed me and let me sleep?” You ask, skeptical of the woman's unexpected kindness toward you. 

Natasha snaps her head up to look at you, her eyes wide and challenging. “Would you prefer to stay here and be bent over my desk?” 

Her words light a heat in your stomach, one that you can’t ignore but also brings you shame. You shouldn’t feel that way about her, at all, yet you do. You shake your head at her words, pleading with any god out there that she wouldn’t make the offer again, not sure you could resist her a second time. 

“No?” Natasha taunts, her eyes zeroing in on the squeeze of your thighs. “Leave then. Maria will show you to your room.” 

You follow the brunette out of the room without another complaint. She leads you up a big set of stairs and down various long hallways with lots of twists and turns before she stops outside what must be the guest room and opens the door for you to step inside. 

Maria gets you a fresh pair of clothes then leaves to let you change, informing you that she will be back soon with dinner. You take the alone time to scope out the room, checking if you can find any way out.

You try the door first, though it is locked as you expected. Next you make your way over to the windows, each one locked with bars on the outside. You're trapped, there's no way out. You could scour the room with something to defend yourself, but you passed at least ten men with guns on your way in, so there would be no point. 

Plus, if you did manage to make it out, you’d only be putting your father and your family in danger. There's no way she would just let you escape and let you live.

Instead, you change your clothes and hop onto the large king size bed, pulling back the silk covers and crawling underneath. You don’t have the energy to wait for the maid to come back with food, you're not even sure you’d have an appetite even if she walked through the door with it now. 

So you lie down on the unnaturally comfortable bed, your body melting into the mattress as you close your eyes, letting the exhaustion take over, and hope that when you wake in the morning you’ll realize that this was one big, long nightmare. 

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Part Three

A/n- Hope ye like it so far, let me know what you think. Next part should be out inna week.

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[ladybug100]

Honey and the sweethearts

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

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

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

"Fuck! Harder barnes!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

she cried out as natasha just stared at her unmused

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[natashaslittlegirl]

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[kitmoas]

Pernicious Prospect

Summary: Playing a little game to seal the fate of your life is only fun when you play it with a spider.

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Word Count: 5.6k ish

Warnings: Dark!Natasha, dark fic!!!!!, drugging (nat's serum), intense gun play (Russian Roulette), alcohol (and making bad decisions drunk), slight inspection kink, faux drowning..? kinda?, Nat is mean but also sweet. Toxic Nat. degradation, slight size kink if you squint, lots of names, hostage vibes?, stalking vibes, technically Stockholm syndrome too

*As usual let me know if I missed anything important*

***MINORS DNI*** ***18+***

A/N: This got a lot longer than it was supposed to be lol BUT look i wrote a dark fic without blood :O im just as surprised as you ALSO ignore any mistakes I made in this :) We ALSO dont talk about the hellsite not posting this yesterday :)

Main Master list // Kitmoas | Occult

You weren’t aware of the deep forest eyes watching as you danced with your friends in the club, a few drinks in and no show of stopping anytime soon. The group had no idea when everyone would go home, a Friday night after a huge test meant everyone wanted to party until they couldn’t remember their names.Someone knew when you were going home, had your entire night planned down to how many drinks you would be having. Not once did they let you out of their sight, after months of observation and planning everything was ready. 

The anxiety and stress that you felt the past few weeks was melting out of your brain as you downed more and more shots. Stumbling towards the bar you yell over the music asking for another drink, but the man just shakes his head before walking away. Whipping around to try and find your friends, jumping when you come face to face with the ginger. In your intoxicated state it takes your brain far longer than you would normally would have to recognize who was standing in front of you, but when you finally do your jaw drops. “Oh m’gosh! You’re ‘lack widow!” 

The woman in front of you cringes internally at your slurred speech, cursing herself for letting you drink so much, but she smiles softly at you regardless. “I am, sweetie. Are you okay? You seem far too drunk to be left alone.” You stumble forward just on time, cursing yourself at your clumsiness in front of the Avenger. “Let me accompany you home? I can drive so you don’t have to walk.” She watches as you melt just from her simple words, smug at how quickly you agree. 

You watch with wide delighted eyes as Natasha pays off your entire tab, making sure you pocket your credit card. She also quickly helps clean up any mess that you created, letting each one of your friends know that she would be escorting you home. Tipping not only each bartender, but each bouncer, as she tied up any loose ends that you may be leaving behind. Lastly she even had you use the bathroom before you left, holding your bag as she waited patiently outside the door after checking that you would have the entire bathroom to yourself. 

She easily guides you outside, her strength coming into play each time you stumble or sway too much. You’re talking loudly, asking her what car is hers but she just stays silent; nodding politely at people as you pass them. Basically swooning when she opens your door for you, you giggle as you crumble in the passenger seat of her Stingray. 

It doesn’t take much time for you to be excitedly climbing all over, leaning heavily against the dashboard with your face squished against the windshield. Mumbling out slurred directions, you try your hardest to direct the ginger on where to go to get to your house but unbeknownst to you she had every single route from the bar possible memorized. Playing along with your excitement each time you saw a landmark you recognized, she bathed you in praise and relished in each happy wiggle she got in return. 

Even though she drove at an exceptionally slow pace, an attempt to keep you safe as you clambered around the car, she felt as though the two of you arrived at your apartment all too quickly. Pulling up in front of your building, she makes sure the coast is clear before walking around the car to open your door for you. You stare up at her, admiring her face as the moon and street lights illuminate her.

Stumbling as she drags you out of the car, “C-come inside please just for little yknow.” You tangle your fingers in her flowy shirt, humming in appreciation at the soft fabric. “Please…just at least to help?” You’re unsure of where this clinginess came from, the need to act cool in front of her slowly disappearing at the idea of the widow leaving your life just as quickly as she entered. 

Natasha acts naive, innocent even, as she humbly agrees to make sure you get in bed with water and ibuprofen. Her devious smirk only appears once your focus is on the door, fumbling to unlock it. Her steady hand lands on yours, her warm body pressing against your back. Entirely too buzzed you don’t question how she knows your intricate passcode, instead giddy as you drag her into your home. Spinning to show her everything, slurred rambling as you point things out. 

She nods along, mindlessly listening to random facts about trinkets she already knows about, as she moves around your kitchen. Getting you a Gatorade, not water knowing you won’t drink it, and a snack she sighs as she looks around for your medicine. “Do you think you can find your pain meds by yourself drunkie, or will that be too much for your fuzzy little brain?” Watching you salute, taking your given job extremely seriously, the ginger smirks as she cracks open the capsule from her bracelet into your drink. 

By the time you come back, tripping over your own feet, triumphantly holding a bottle of pills above your head Natasha had already set the food by your bed and gotten you pajamas. Before she can stop you, you’re stripping at the excited idea of wearing something she wants to see you in. “Than’u it’s sooooo comfy!” Flopping onto the bed, you roll around as you look up ar her. She’s watching you, careful eyes, as she waits for you to calm down. 

Reaching out to hold your hand, she pulls you into a sitting position gently. A smile on her face as she brings the tray of food and drinks over, “Do me a favor, dove, just get a little bit of something in your stomach? For me?” 

The way she’s looking at you will forever be engraved in your mind, something you would never be able to deny. You can’t even attempt to fight her, gobbling up the pretzel sticks and downing the gatorade greedily. You preen under her attention, wiggling at the small achievement of earning her momentary praise. Quieting down as you settle in bed, head nestled in the pillows as your attention turns to the quiet television show she turned on. 

You’re blissfully unaware of how she watches you, sharp eyes waiting for a flash of cherry red haze. It only takes a few moments, blinking as if you have something in your eyes before you have an urge to be near her. Natasha is sitting at the edge of the bed, a normally respectable distance but you need her closer and that is starting to scare you. 

It doesn't take long for the widow to realize you’re squirming, a distressed look on your face, and she knows that you truly are the perfect little experiment for her own serum. Her rough calloused hand slips across your jaw, turning your head back and forth before it closes around your throat. Inspection of you doesn’t take long, your mind clearing from its initial hit of serum all too quickly for Natasha. 

Once your eyes do clear, and you’re able to ignore the way your pussy throbs and your muscles shake, the widow can see the anger rising. She watches the way your body tenses, and she knows your fight or flight is kicking in. Even though she’s expecting it, the way you flail about surprises her. Your fist only an inch or two away from her face, you keep trying to strike her but it’s almost as though she’s inside an invisible box. Hitting the unseen wall over and over again, you stare in shock at your own hand. 

You try pulling it back, gently pushing your palm forward but you are able to cup her cheek. Stuttering, you want to ask what is going on but the words are lost in your throat. Gasping you try to breathe as you can feel the panic filling your body, something was weird and you knew that it had to be some sort of Avenger science or maybe something from Russia. This was all too much and your favorite hero was suddenly turning into a dark shadow that would loom over you for the rest of your life. 

Before you can even try to escape, still on your back, as an electroshock travels through your body radiating from the small red electric disk now stuck on your body. Paralyzing, you can feel the energy swarming through your body and the scream that rips from your throat is shrill. She’s moving your body, manipulating it as she wants and for some unknown reason you just let her. 

Spread out on the bed, you try your hardest to figure out a way to escape. This was your room, your home, and you still felt trapped. You’re unsure of what she did to you but you feel sluggish and it’s almost like you can’t move as she walks away. The widow is only gone momentarily but the moment she settles back on the bed, your heart beat seemingly settles down. 

Natasha reaches for you, rough hands running up your thighs as she watches your abs tense from her touch. “You know, you were so cute and just so excited to put on the clothes I wanted.” She pulls at the flimsy crop top and skin tight booty shorts, chuckling at just how naive you are. “It was so easy to get you right where I want you, it’s almost pathetic. Almost too easy.” Her hands are ghosting between your legs, running her nails along the most sensitive parts of your lower body. 

The tearing of your shorts doesn’t surprise you, your brain working overtime to attempt to be one step ahead of what was happening. If you could come to terms with it, maybe you could find the strength to fight it. You curse your body for reacting to the way she touches you, knowing that your crush on her doesn’t help, when her fingers touch your uncovered pussy. She can see the wetness shining in the dim lighting, and she uses her thumb to smear the slick. “If you really wanted me to stop, don’t you think you would be just a little less wet?” 

Her hands are everywhere, pulling at your nipples and scratching down your torso. You want to keep your eyes open to try and stay alert but you can’t help when they slip closed. It shouldn’t come as much of a surprise when you feel your fingers probing you, poking and pulling you open. She’s inspecting you again, silently. It shouldn’t make an intense wave of arousal hit you, but you know she sees the wetness gush out of you as she opens you up. 

The ginger makes an appreciative noise, deep in her throat before she begins to push 2 fingers into you. She grunts when she meets resistance, you're wet but still tight. Ignoring the way you squirm away, trying to kick and claw at her hand, Natasha just moves her fingers faster. Occasionally letting her thumb rub at your clit, hard and throbbing. It isn’t long until she notices the changes. 

No matter how hard you want to say you hate the way her long rough fingers move inside you, you can’t deny how close you are. It’s embarrassing but after months, almost years, of crushing on the infamous Black Widow how could you not react so easily to her. You had yearned for someone to treat you roughly, to take you and use your body as they pleased, but you never had found someone that wasn’t too scared to do it. 

Even as you realized each step she was going to make, you weren’t finding the strength to truly fight it. If anything you were finding ways to excuse her, to let yourself fall into her web. Your body was already cracking under the pressure, arousal leaking down your thighs and into the sheets below you. It was only a matter of time before your brain fully caught up, you knew that you didn’t have the mental strength to go up against someone so highly trained like the Black Widow.  

Your body was getting used to the force that Natasha was shoving her fingers into you, creeping towards the edge. The way your body’s temperature rose slowly signified the steady build of your orgasm. Reduced to just quiet pants and moans, you wanted to beg the widow to move faster–to take what she wanted. 

Unbeknownst to you, you never had to ask or tell the ginger to take what she wanted from you. You were naive and innocent to what she had infected your body with. From this moment on you would be hers, to do whatever she could imagine doing to you. She was being generous by stretching your body, stretching her pussy. 

Ownership was something the Russian always struggled with, after years of never truly having something of her own, but when she saw you she knew that no one else would ever touch you. Months of planning and creating the perfect serum, all so that you would be laid out underneath her. All so that she could finally own something all by herself, her favorite thing–you. 

Your moans and the warmth in your stomach were driving you crazy, it felt like she wouldn’t just shove you over the edge. Straddling the line between ecstasy and torture, you let your mouth fall open. Jaw cracking as you mewl, begging to be touched with more purpose. 

Through hooded eyes you see your jade counterpart’s roll, an annoyed grunt breaking through barred teeth. “Such a needy little thing even after fighting me. Have you learned your lesson yet?” Her question goes unanswered when she pulls her fingers out, tucking the last two in. She’s enchanted as she watches your leaking red pussy open up, stretching to take four of her digits. 

It isn’t gentle, and she’s shoving them inside you, but it’s enough to make you topple over the edge. Your back arching, and a scream tearing through your throat. It isn’t exactly the most pleasurable orgasm, entirely too mixed with intense waves of pain. It’s short lived, the widow yanking her fingers out of you and leaving you clenching around nothing. Your slick dribbling slowly out of you and coating your thighs even more. She leaves you a sticky mess as she stands, wiping the wetness from her hand on your heaving stomach. 

As you’re still trying to recover, Natasha starts moving you. Chastising you when you begin to whine, pulling and pushing you so you’re on your knees. Her touch is almost gentle as she guides you into the position she wants. Your face is pushed into the bed, drool soaking the fabric as you try to breathe. Something settles along your torso, possibly her own body, but you’re overstimulated and your senses can’t make sense of anything.  

You hear metal clanking rapidly, almost high pitched, and it makes your blood run cold. Ragged breathing as you try to bring air to your lungs with your face is pushed into the warm damp sheets. The pressure between your shoulder blades and along your hips keeps in place, even as your muscles twitch as the anxiety builds. The sound was familiar, but you couldn’t quite place it. 

A cool heavy steel trails along your ribs, tapping teasingly against each bone. “You wanna play a game, malysh?” She mocks you, seemingly giving you a choice. Her hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head up. The shiny revolver obstructs your blurry vision as you gulp down as much oxygen as possible, as quickly as possible. “You know where I come from, don’t you красивая девушка?” 

The stickiness of her bright wine colored lipstick pulls at the thin skin along your ear, leaving remencance of the stain. You can feel the exhaustion in your bones, the ginger’s actions of the night catching up already. Nodding, you can’t even bring yourself to say anything. She’s humming, prompting you. “I-I know a lot ab-bout you.” Voice hoarse, stuttering and falling over syllables, you try your hardest to listen to her. 

She laughs, it’s silent but shakes her chest as she leans heavily against you. Tapping the barrel of the gun against your cheek, “Right my precious little fan. You know all about me. Well don’t worry darling, all that precious information stored in your brain will come in handy.” The widow shoves you forward, pulling and pushing your body as she flips you onto you back. 

Natasha settles comfortably between your legs, swinging the fun around her pointer finger as she coos over you. She sits back and observes you, head tilting as you squirm below her. Running your thumb along your dripping slit, she can’t help but admire the string of wetness that catches and dangles as she pulls away. 

You try to shake your head, no matter her experience you didn’t want to shamelessly gamble your life for a night with the spy. She just giggles, like a schoolgirl. “All you have to do is tell me what you know about me, lyubov'. That’s all. I know that pretty little head is filled with who I am and all the little facts you know about me, so this should be simple. Say a fact and you’re safe, and get played with. Say something false, and I pull the trigger. Who knows though, maybe you’ll enjoy that too.” She looks so innocent as she talks down to you, but you can’t focus on her tone right now. 

Chest heaving, you watch her with wide eyes as the previously forgotten fear reignites as the older woman precariously plays with the gun. A sadistic grin stretches her face, pulling her cheeks just a bit too much. “Dontcha wanna play with me, detka?” Tapping the bottom of the grip on your lower belly, Natasha smirks. Your head is shaking vigorously, pathetic whimpers tumbling from your mouth. Your fist swings out again, a pitiful attempt at hitting the ginger one last time. Struggling as your hand hits that invisible wall again, she just slowly lowers it down to the bed. “Too bad you don’t have a choice.” 

Her calloused thumb swipes at your throbbing clit, smiling as your hips jump trying to chase after the spark of pleasure. She shushes you, smoothing her hand across your lower belly. Her gaze flickers up to watch your reactions, jade peaking through lashes as she taps the muzzle against your puffy red cunt. Natasha makes a noise, your only chance at a warning before she’s shoving the barrel of her gun into you. Watching you stretch, raw and red, around the cold smooth metal she has to bite her lip to suppress her own reactions. 

The moan that tumbles from your lips is involuntary, and the sounds only get worse as she forcibly ruts her beloved weapon into you. “First fact, princess.” When you just wither beneath her, too focused on your own arousal, she cocks the gun. The click ringing out, a stark contrast to your mewls. “Don’t keep me waiting, dove. It’s rude and my patience wears thin.” 

You stutter through the first couple facts, all things the public knows of. The most common facts that cannot be disputable; her alias, her training and community upbringing, and her status within the government as an Avenger. It wasn’t until she rubs your clit, dragging the wetness across your skin, that your mind swirls again. Broken gasps you mumble out, “You killed the overseer of the Red Room”.  

The ginger laughs, a short gleeful thing, as she shakes her head. “Poor baby, your head is already so foggy and the game has just begun.” You hear the menacing sound of the gun click, stalling, as she pulls the trigger for the first time. Even as the fear rings through your skull, sinking into your bones, you can’t help but the wetness that drips out of you and the way you clench around the slowly warming steel. A breathy please falls from your lips, and you aren’t exactly sure what you’re pleading for. 

A second wrong fact tumbles from your lips, jumbled and almost incomprehensible, as you beg the widow for mercy. Nothing you say deters her, even as you correct your previous statement. You knew that she didn’t go to kill Tony, just to see if he was dying but in your haze you said the wrong thing. Apologies and sobs wracking your body as you try to take back your mistake, but she’s pulling the trigger before you can stop her. Your hands are gripping your wrist but your fingers won’t move no matter how much you try to claw at her skin, a measly attempt to pry her away from you. 

Natasha shoves the barrel roughly into you, a piercing pain shoots through your body as she mumbles for you to continue. Her eyes trained at your body, it’s almost like this is mindless for her not even breaking a sweat. It’s almost like she’s angry at the fact that the bullet and chamber have yet to align. “You w-wear the arr-ow for Cl-lint.” Stuttered though true, your fact makes her chuckle. The green eyed woman just thrusts into you harder, dragging you closer to the edge. 

Through hooded eyes you watch her, eyes flickering back and forth between the way her bicep tenses and how the vein in her neck pulses. Distracted you stutter on your next fact, “Y-y um dance um ta–”. Even though you never finish your sentence, the sight of the gun rubbing against the most sensitive part inside of you, the assassin knows you were going to mess up. The longer she’s moving inside you, the harder you find talking and thinking. It terrifies you how much you like the feeling of the steel inside you, how you drip around the cylinder. 

The coil in your stomach cracks when you hear the widow cock the gun, body twitching when she pulls the trigger again. She has you dangling over the edge, almost like you were on a string. Dragging her nails down your thigh, leaving bright red streaks and a burning sensation. Her actions are almost teasing, toying with you as you squirm and moan under her. 

Natasha’s voice is soft, almost comforting, as she stares down at you. Her eyes almost soft, nurturing, as she fucks her gun into your sore cunt. “Such a desperate little whore, I can barely move my gun from how tight you are.” Reaching up to cup your breast, she pinches your hardened nipple ruthlessly. Tugging at it until your back arches, trying to relieve some of the pain. 

It’s a spreading warmth, stinging, as the redness explodes across the goosebump covered swell. Your brain can’t keep up, swirls of pain and arousal clouding all your thoughts. “Give me another one, now.” Hissing, her voice strikes in your bones. A shiver running down your spine as you try to keep your orgasm at bay. A small part of you still wanted to be defiant, to try and fight in the only way you can. You knew you couldn’t physically do anything to hurt her, but you could take hits at her ego. 

The longer you delay the inevitable, whimpers and whines filling the air as you focus solely on the pleasure, the angrier the ginger gets. She’s jamming the gun harder into you, her muscles flexing with each push. Forcing your breath and your heart beat to stutter, jumping along with the force of her ruts. “Play my game, you worthless whore. Play or I’ll play without you.” Wrapping her hand around your throat, she hovers over you. 

Her weight is almost completely on your neck as she looks down at you. You babble panickedly, wheezing as you try to fight for your life. Unsure of the words you even say, you thrash violently at the clicking of the gun. Legs flailing, kicking helplessly at air, as your body goes into full fight or flight mode. Throat raw as you scream, the shrill sound cut short as Natasha slams you down. 

“No matter how much you fight, princess, you can’t deny the way you're teetering. Barely clinging to the edge. You’re not going to last much longer, so why must you fight me?” Clenching, each word she speaks to you wears the rope you’re hanging from thin and dropping you farther and farther over the edge. She pulls the trigger again, pulling the hammer down immediately to pull the trigger once more. “Looks like you only have one more chance, little dove.” 

Your entire body is shaking, and you can barely understand a word she says. The overwhelming weight of the barrel inside of you is the only thing you can focus on, the pull of the smooth metal as it thrusts. It’s no longer cool, your temperature heating it up. Whining you try to get her to understand your frustration, the way she’s clouding your judgment and stripping you of your ability to coherently speak. 

It doesn’t matter anymore as the rope falls apart and you slip over the edge. She struggles to keep the barrel inside of you, the force of your orgasm not only shaking your entire body but the gush of wetness escaping you is even stronger. The way she moves doesn’t slow, if anything she puts her entire body into how she jams the firearm into you. Her fingers grip your jaw, clawing until your mouth falls open. Your moans are garbled, drool and spit filling your mouth unable to escape except for a few drops leaking down your flushed cheek. 

The ginger pulls the gun from your leaking cunt, pulling your body to let your center lay flush against her thigh. Your hips are grinding before she can even demand you to move, chasing the high that you’re on. Natasha leans back, rolling her eyes as she watches you hump her leg. “You’re fucking disgusting.” Wiping her gun along your torso, your slick is cool against your heated skin. You’re entirely too lost in your pleasure, heavy eyes blurry as they try to watch the woman above you. 

It’s the exact moment that your body finally settles, muscles gently vibrating with the aftershocks of your waning orgasm, that you see the widow’s arms move quickly. Cocking the gun you can see up the sight just for a moment, before she pulls the trigger. The bullet is loud as it pierces the mattress next to your head, fluff and fabric exploding. It makes the blood in your veins run cold and the high you were on plummet back down to Earth. 

Fuzzy brain, clearing slowly, you stare wide eyed up at Natasha. “Y-You were actually going to shoot me?” You can’t stop stuttering, gasping, as you realize how close to death you truly were. The shaking is back with a vengeance, almost like your entire body is plugged in. This entire time you believed that it was all just a game, a thing for the Avenger to scare you with so that you would be more open to having sex with her. 

The Avenger smiles, cupping your cheek and smoothing her thumb over the flush she finds there. She licks the cooling metal, humming at the taste she finds there before letting the gun fall heavy on the sheets. “And yet, my darling, your body is still shaking and aching for my touch.” When your hips try to move against her body, she shakes head. “Nuh uh, you’re done for the day. I can’t push you too much.” She’s shifting to sit next to your collapsed body, ignoring the pathetic whimpering falling uncontrollably from your mouth. 

You are struggling to breathe properly, heavy pants filling the air as the two of you sit silently on the bed. She’s gently pushing your matted hair away from your sweaty forehead, and wiping away the stream of tears you weren’t even aware you were crying. Natasha lets all the emotions that you are feeling to be let out, the entire thing overwhelming you but she doesn’t want you to completely shut down after just one play session. 

The quiet doesn’t last long, the widow pushing your body to sit up. Your entire body feels weak, unstable, as you sway in your spot. She’s the only grounding factor you have in the moment, and you hate how pitiful you seem. Natasha is trying to get you to move faster, shoving at you, urging you to move faster so that she can strip the bed. You try to tell her that you can’t feel your body, that everything is just too much, but it doesn’t matter and you can see the seething anger. 

Looking down at you, her hand is fisted in the sheets where she’s trying to clean up. “Stop being a worthless bitch, and move out of my way.” Her free hand tangles in your hair, throwing you off the bed. You lay, crumpled in a ball, at her feet. Not daring to move as she rips the bedding from the mattress. “I’m trying to clean up after you, and you can’t even be considerate enough to move out of the way.” 

Her angry words cut deep, but she’s reaching out to you and scooping you up. It’s soft and gentle as she carries you to the bathroom. The ginger spends an immense amount of time cooing over you as she gets the water warm. Rubbing your sore muscles and softly detangling your hair, kissing all over your face each time she tugs a bit too harshly.

You basically swoon as you stand in the steaming shower, Natasha gently washing your body. Her hands running along your body makes your mind swim, quiet moans under your breath each time she randomly teases you. Leaning up against the cold tile wall as you watch her get shampoo, getting ready to wash your hair, you have to keep a grip on the shelf to keep standing. Your legs are sore and still shaky, even your body still feels weak. 

When the ginger turns around to wash your hair, she sees you leaning heavily against the wall with your eyes closed. Tying to take a few deep breaths, she tries to calm down but she can’t help the searing anger. Dropping the glob of shampoo in her hand she grips your chin, and spins your body around. It’s all too quick and the slick floor makes you slip entirely too easily. You can’t even understand what she’s hissing into your ear, bitter and heated. 

She’s shoving your face into the stream of water, uncaring as you choke and thrash about. Her voice, whispering directly into your ear, makes you freeze as it sinks into your bones. “Such a dumb little girl, how would you ever survive without me? Hmmm?” You aren’t sure how long you’re swallowing and gagging on water, spilling over your lips. You had given up, ready to let your lungs fill with water when she shoves you against the wall. “I don’t want to hurt you, dorogoya. I really don’t but someone has to keep you in your place. Don’t they?” She chuckles, low and heavy, when she sees you mindlessly nod. 

You can feel your body being thrown around, limp, as she moves you where she wants you. Brain struggling to do anything but answer the older woman whenever she asks you a question, it’s almost as if whatever she did to you put you into autopilot. 

Sinking into the warm dry sheets, you finally feel your body relaxing when she sets you in bed. Curled up in her arms, you listen to her heartbeat and her humming as you try to fall asleep. The ginger even sings to you, a Russian lullaby, to try and help you fall asleep. Nothing helps and maybe it’s the suppressed fear that lies deep within your gut, but you can tell just by how her breathing changes that it’s starting to anger her. 

The hand that was once running along your back, a soothing motion, wraps tightly around your throat as she shoves you into the bed. Her body, once again, is looming over you. The forest green eyes are dark, almost a midnight black, as she stares down at you. Her grip on your throat tightens, and a sadistic smile stretches across her face. Your vision is blurry and the moment you try to claw at her arm, she catches both your hands in one. Pinning them above your head, her entire weight is leaning on your wrists and throat. “Poor baby can’t fall asleep?” A mockingly sweet noise falls from her pursed lips. “Well don’t you worry, I’m here to always make sure you can sleep. Even if you can’t do the most simple of things for yourself, I’ll be here to make it all better.” 

You’re panicking as your lungs scream for oxygen, and black starts to border your already foggy vision. “I mean think about it, even with your stupid little brain you must realize that no one else will want to deal with you. No one else will love you the way I do.” She’s smiling at you, even as her fingers tighten around your throat. The pressure is crushing your windpipe, and you’re slipping into unconsciousness as you’re forced to just look up at the ginger. “I’ll make you better. I’ll mold you into my perfect little dove. I’ll keep you around and then you won’t be useless anymore, doesn’t that sound perfect?”  

She forces your head to just barely nod, and she gives you a gentle kiss on your forehead as she watches your eyes flutter closed. “Goodnight my love, sleep tight. I’ll fight off any nightmares that dare interrupt your sleep.”

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[lovehealsandlovehurts]

tags on dark natasha? tbh it’s just her being possessive and punishing reader 😖 these are the warnings beware!

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[acriminalmind]

Personal Blood bag

Vampire!NatashaRomanoff x FemCivilian!Reader

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

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

Tell me if I missed any.

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

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

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

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

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

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[thatonebrazilian]

Hello Darkness ~ Chapter 10

… Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, chapter 12 (coming soon)

A/N: Hiiiiii!!! I promised you guys dark!reader, didn't I? So PREPARE FOR THE GORE. (and although I was already planning some torture and mass murder, Wanda on MoM did help inspire me a little). Also, sorry it took so long, writer's block and all that.

Oh, if I forgot to tag anyone just lmk!

Summary: You were happy with Wanda until you found Vision on her bed. You loved her, though, you would have forgiven her eventually, but Natasha couldn’t let you throw away your chance at true happiness like that. So she took matters into her own hands.

Warnings: Cheating, Kidnapping, Gaslighting, non-con sex, non-con drug use, non-con alcohol consumption, Stockholm syndrome, soft!dark!Natasha, synthetic cock, forced pregnancy, breeding kink, praising kink, little bit of mommy kink… I think that’s it, lmk if I need to add more. MINORS DNI. You have been warned. *THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS EXPLICIT SCENES OF DEATH, TORTURE AND MASS MURDER*

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Reader, Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: 7007

You had never felt like that before; pride like that, love like that. The pain had been unbearable, yes, but Natasha was there holding your hand through it all, and just that one gesture made everything better.

And then you had her in your arms, your baby girl, Natasha’s baby, and it’d felt like everything was as it should be, like every event in your life was culminating into this one moment. You had looked at your little girl’s bright green eyes, just like her mother’s, her hair took your shade, but you swore you could see a bit of fire in it, as if the deep red of Natasha’s hair wanted to poke out through the hair color your child inherited from you.

Your child.

You had looked at Natasha then, and you could see it clearly as you looked into her eyes, that glint that perfectly mirrored the happiness you had been feeling, the pure love and devotion she felt for you, for both of you.

And as you took another look at your child, there was only one thing that came to mind.

“Yelena,” you had said, smiling and looking at your baby girl.

Natasha had blinked once, twice, and then her eyes filled with tears. “What?”

“It’s a fitting name, don’t you think?” you had asked, smiling up at the love of your life “Yelena Y/L/N-Romanoff.”

“I love you,” Natasha knelt to the floor beside your bed, stroking your face with one hand and holding little Yelena’s with the other, her tears falling freely “I love you so much, I don’t even know how to-”

She broke down sobbing, and you had always known Natasha loved you, even before you knew it was romantic, but now it seemed to stand out like a beacon as you realized just how much she loved you, because the sight of tears in her eyes had always been a rare one, and for her to be vulnerable with you like that was enough to tell you just how much you meant to this woman.

“Oh, Natty, I know,” you said, you understood, she loved you more than words could describe, she loved you so much she didn’t know what to do, how to express it, be it in words or actions.

“I just can’t- You gave my life meaning, Y/N, you have no idea how-” she cried a bit more and kissed your forehead, then the tip of your nose, then the corner of your mouth; she took a big breath in then “I’ve been having nightmares my whole life,” she said, brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear “but having you by my side drives them always, it’s like since I met you I’ve been blessed with recurring dreams. Even more so after I started waking up by your side. Night after night, after the sun inflicts light upon us, your presence just soothes me, you make me feel like I have nothing to be worried about,” she kissed your cheeks then, and you felt her smile on your skin “It’s like you gave me life when I was nothing but an empty husk of a person; And now you give me this, her, a child, our child. Our Yelena.” She looked you in the eyes and leaned down to kiss your lips, you had never felt more peaceful in your life “I want to give back, I want you to feel comfortable enough with me to just be in silence, I want you to feel comfortable enough to say anything you that comes to your mind without having second thoughts, I want to hone your moans, to make you sing, touch your body like the masterpiece it is, I want to grow with you, to intertwine your spirit with mine, to merge our souls. I want to have your firsts, your lasts, and your forever.”

Your eyes stung with the sudden overflow of tears, you had smiled at her and pulled her closer, kissing her lips, trying to convey through that simple kiss all the feelings you couldn’t express through words.

“I love you too, Natalia,” you had said then, touching your forehead to hers “more than I ever loved anyone else, more than I even thought possible to love someone; I love you more than I love myself.”

Nat pulled away a little and smiled at you, wiping your tears with the pad of her thumb while reaching for her pocket with the other hand.

“I really do want forever with you, you know?” she said, her hand coming back holding a beautiful little box, your heart started hammering in your chest “Would you grant me this one more blessing? Would you allow me to spend the rest of my life by your side?” she asked, her red-rimmed, beautiful green eyes staring at you with so much hope “Will you marry me?”

“Oh my god,” you whispered, not quite believing this was really happening “Yes, Natalia! A million times yes!”

You had never felt more complete than at that moment.

The joy never seemed to fade. Days had passed, and you were as happy as on the day Yelena was born, as happy as in the moment Natasha asked you to marry her. The happiness you felt seemed everlasting, all because of the two women you had the luck to call your own. Your fiancée and your child.

When Natasha popped the question was like something snapped in you, and you finally realized that you didn’t need your job to be happy, you didn’t need your colleagues, you didn’t need anything but her and Lena.

Of course you wouldn’t just cut off all the other people you loved, no, you wanted Yelena to have uncle Tony give her the most mind-blowing gifts, you wanted uncle Loki to teach her magic, and you wanted uncle Thor to drool over her like you knew he would. But you realized you didn’t need to be near them, you didn’t need to be an avenger to feel fulfilled, and you didn’t need to be a superhero to help people.

What you had said to Natasha before Lena was born still stood, though. Because even if you knew you didn’t need the thrill of the fight to be happy, you still liked it, so you wanted that one last mission.

Of course Natasha didn’t like that, she worried about you too much for her own good. She didn’t try to stop you, though, even if she really wanted to. And, god, she did, how much she did.

You knew it wasn’t just out of worry. Yes, she worried about you more than anything else, but you knew there was something else bothering her about this particular mission. You’d be there with the other magic users, and with them alone.

You’d be there with Wanda, and she’d have to stay in the compound. First and foremost because someone had to stay to look after Lena, but also because her expertise wouldn’t be needed for this one.

She knew you loved her, you were sure of that, but you also understood how she couldn’t trust Wanda to be near you, and you knew how she felt, after all you wouldn’t like Bruce coming back and hovering over your fiancée.

“Are you absolutely sure?” she had asked you a million times before your departure, it was endearing, to be honest.

“Yes, Natty, I’m sure.” You had said, smiling at her. God, she was beautiful when she worried about you like that.

“Ok, have you gotten your gear?” she asked, checking your backpack to see if everything was in order.

“Everything in place, Captain” you answered, a smirk on your face.

Natasha lifted a single brow as she finished checking everything. “Captain?”

“Well, we are in the bedroom, and you do call the shots here, so…”

She laughed and shook her head, walking towards you. When she gathered your hair in one of her hands you thought she’d pull it and push you against the wall in a last attempt to coerce you to stay, but then she smoothly moved the other hand beneath your curls and placed a necklace on your neck.

“What is this for?” you furrowed your brows a little, your fingers tracing lightly over the beautiful piece.

She blushed a little and looked at Yelena, there was a similar piece on your baby’s neck. It made you realize what it was and a warm feeling spread through your chest.

“Tracking devices,” you said, a smile blooming on your face; you then looked at Natasha with as much love and adoration as she was looking at you “you want to make sure we’re ok, even if we’re not nearby…”

She nodded and pulled you in, tucking her face in the crook of your neck and hugging you tight to the point it became harder to breathe. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Please, come back to me.” She whispered against your pulse point, leaving a kiss there.

You pulled away just enough to look her in the eyes; you wished you could imprint the image in your head, for she was the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen in your life. “Remember what I told you the other day?” you asked, caressing her face “I can’t promise to never get hurt, but I can promise to do everything in my power to come back to you”, you looked at Lena then “to the two of you. No matter what I have to do.”

Your eyes darted to her tempting lips. God, they were so plump, and you knew for a fact their taste was one of the best things to ever grace your mouth.

You pulled her closer.

“Besides,” you said then, biting her lower lip and palming her ass “We need to start working on that baby brother for Yelena, you know.”

Natasha smiled at that, her hand slowly pulling the zipper of your jumpsuit down. “We might have to get started now if you keep that up.”

You laughed and pulled her into a deep, searing kiss; an image flashed into your mind and you found the heat pooling in your belly almost unbearable “Fuck,” you exhaled, pulling away from her mouth “I bet you’d look so fucking perfect with a round belly, Tasha.”

Natasha smiled sadly at you “You know I can’t carry children, Detka,” she said. You knew that, you knew what the red room did, but you couldn’t keep that perfect image out of your head.

“Hmm,” was all you replied, leaning in and kissing her languidly on that sweet spot right behind her ear.

“Five minutes until departure” F.R.I.D.A.Y’s voice sounded in the room, making both of you groan in annoyance.

“Guess that’s my cue,” you said, kissing her one more time, then moving to the crib you had conjured (your magic was way better, thank you very much) for Yelena. “Bye little Lena, momma will see you soon.”

You turned to leave, but stopped at the door; you had never thought it’d be so painful to part ways with someone, especially since it was temporary. You turned around and pulled Natasha by the hand, pressing her against the wall as your mouth invaded hers like you needed her to breathe. Which you knew very well you did.

She moaned under your touch, her tight coming to press between yours.

“Three minutes until departure” it was F.R.I.D.A.Y’s voice again, you shut your eyes tightly and, summoning every bit of your strength, you managed to pull away from Nat’s lips.

“I love you, my beautiful fiancée,” you said, touching your forehead against hers.

“I love you more, my future wife”.

And then you walked out that door, finding Loki waiting for you right outside your room.

“Ready to go?” he asked.

“Let’s get this over and done with so I can come back to my family.”

Things were never easy for you, of course not.

S.H.I.E.L.D had sent a team to this place before yours, a reckon team. They had infiltrated the base and gathered enough knowledge for a strike team, yours, to come back and deal with these fuckers, whoever they were.

Now here you were, not too far from the base you were supposed to invade. It was only you, Loki, Strange, and to your dismay, Wanda and Vision. To be honest you didn’t even know why Alexa was here; he was powerful, yes, and he had somewhat magical abilities, but they needed magic users for this and he was not one.

Whatever the reason, though, you couldn’t say you hated having him there, because as laser beams started being shot your way, you imagined his vibranium body would make a nice enough shield.

But how the hell were they shooting at you? Your team was stealthy enough, even using magic to mask the quinjet; all you needed to do was go to the base, which wasn’t too far from where you stood, and make it go boom. There was even a fucking forest surrounding said base, they shouldn’t have spotted you.

The fucking laser beams being shot at your team were seemingly coming from the trees, you also spotted a couple machine guns near one of the big tanks (what they contained? You had no idea).

Only then you seemed to notice that the layout the reckon team had given you seemed to be wrong. That should have been the first signal. It was a pity you couldn’t realize it then.

“We’ve been compromised!” Strange shouted as hundreds of soldiers left the building, running right towards you. You couldn’t see their faces, all of them were wearing helmets.

“Oh, what gave you the impression?” Loki yelled back, shooting freezing rays of his own toward the soldiers.

“The smart maneuver would be to leave right now,” said Vision, the stone in his robotic forehead glowing before shooting out at the enemies.

“You did read the report, didn’t you?” you asked through gritted teeth, your distaste for the droid growing stronger and strong by the second “If we leave, the tech they have here could be used to destroy dozens of cities.”

You stopped half the rays shot your way and used your magic to reverse their trajectory, creating a couple explosions that brought down dozens of soldiers.

“Yes, but we could come back another time!” Vision insisted.

“Are you fucking dumb?! They already know we know about their tech, they already know we want to destroy it!” you yelled at him, clenching your fists, but not taking your eyes off the battlefield “If we leave, they’ll take whatever they have here and hide it away!”

“And we’ll find it!” Vision insisted, blocking a laser beam from hitting Wanda.

Ah, you see now what this is about. He wanted to protect Wanda.

“Not before they use it to kill hundreds of thousands of people!” you yelled, creating a ball of blue, unstable magic and shooting it at the rapidly approaching soldiers.  “Fuck it, you won’t understand no matter how many times I try to explain. You don’t have empathy to understand, you’re a robot, you don’t have a heart; You know what? You can go if you want to, I’ll finish the fucking job alone.”

Fuck him, fuck her, they could very well leave if they wanted to.

“We’re staying. I’m not leaving her behind,” you heard Wanda say to Vision.

“Wanda…” he started to say.

“I’m not leaving without her, Vis.”

And then the soldiers were upon you; none of them attacked you with their fists, though, they were all armed with this strange sort of gun that blasted a green, smelly ray.

One came right at you, but with a single lift of your hand, you redirected it back to a group of goons.

You used a blast of magic to explode one of the tanks nearby. Turns out whatever was in it was volatile, cause the explosion was so much bigger than you expected. The resulting boom caused a big gust of wind, knocking down a lot of soldiers, almost knocking down Wanda as well; the ones unfortunate enough to be near the tank when it exploded were now nothing more than bloodstains on the grass. Wanda and Strange looked at you with a horrified expression, Loki’s smile was a proud one.

And then down from the sky, sliding down zip lines that came from seemingly nowhere, came a hundred soldiers more. They were wearing the same uniforms, the same helmets; they landed with such lightness, such grace, like they had practiced it their whole lives, that it gave you the impression that those weren’t men; more than that, it gave you the impression that you had seen someone move as fluidly as them.

That’s when your eyes focused on the belts they were all wearing. Although it was hard to see surrounded by this much darkness, they stood out to you like a beacon. The insignia you saw every day, the one that was more often than not pressed against your skin.

The Black Widow insignia.

This was not any organization.

This was the Red Room.

And then you heard Wanda scream, her body surrounded by a green aura before it disappeared. She almost fell to the floor, but Vision caught her in time.

“Wanda, are you ok?” The robot asked, and it almost seemed as if there was panic in his voice.

“My- My powers… I can’t feel my powers!” she said, looking desperate, her eyes then met yours “We have to go! They have weaponized magical inhibitors!”

You gritted your teeth, you didn’t know what was happening. The Red Room was supposed to be gone. Natasha killed Dreykov years ago. If not him, who was doing all of this?

All the widows stilled for a moment, and you looked behind you to see an army of Lokis. You knew they were illusions, Strange knew it, but the Widows didn’t, or at least you hoped so.

You looked at him “Good idea,” you said, and then there was another you. Loki, the original one, smiled at that.

“Good, for your first try.”

“This is not an illusion, Loki,” you said, both your hands and your clone’s glowing blue. You concentrated some of your magic in your eyes to try and see where these Widows were coming from.

“What?” Loki asked, “What is it then?”

“A doppelganger,” you said, your double fighting off some Widows while you looked at the sky trying to find… Oh, there it was.

You took off then, leaving your other self there to fight with the others.

“And what do your original self intend to do?” Loki asked, you could hear him perfectly through your double.

“This became really person all of a sudden,” you said, but the voice sounded through the version of you that was near Loki, “they have magic inhibitors, you won’t last long, take the others and leave.”

“What about you? Natasha will be devastated if something happened to you.” He said.

“I’m doing this for her. Now, listen to me, goddamnit.”

He said something else but you couldn’t hear it now, you were too far away, even to listen through your clone. It didn’t matter though, you found the giant floating building you were looking for. You flew towards it, dodging all the projectiles coming your way.

The fight beneath you was forgotten, your other self could deal with that on her own.

When you landed, all you saw was blonde hair before you passed out.

You woke up slowly, the fog in your mind lifting slightly as your eyes adjusted to the sight in front of you. You were in a room, there was only a woman by the door, a blonde one, looking at you with no emotion behind her eyes.  

“Who are you?” you asked, or at least you tried to, your voice was a bit too slurred to formulate proper words.

The blonde just tilted her head almost robotically, taking a slow, menacing step towards you; her hair was tied in a ponytail, the top part divided into braids that fell and dissolved into gentle waves. You have seen braids like that, you were sure… You saw them atop Natasha’s head quite frequently.

You remembered Natasha’s beautiful, melodic voice as she told you about her little sister, the one she presumed was dead, the one with blonde hair and eyes as green as hers. Well, Nat was wrong, this girl’s eyes were beautiful, yes, but not in a million years they could compare to Natasha’s. Your eyes focused on the Black Widow insignia on the belt the blonde wore.

“Yelena?” you asked, then, eyes zeroing on her “Yelena Belova?”

She didn’t say anything, just stood there, looking at you with not a single ounce of emotion behind her eyes.

“Yelena, listen to me, I’m Natasha’s fiancée; your sister thought you were dead. What happened?”

You were expecting an answer from her, instead, you heard clapping; slow, methodical, like whoever was doing it was merely mocking you.

“Congratulations. I have to admit I didn’t expect you to figure it out this quick. I was hoping she’d have a bit of fun with you first.” The voice came, followed soon after by an old, fat man walking into the room. “But I guess I should’ve known my Natasha wouldn’t choose just anyone to spend her life with.”

Red, ugly rage filled you, not just because you thought you knew who this man was, but because Natasha was yours. You tried to release your powers, to trample down whatever advantage he thought he had, but somehow you just couldn’t.

Then you remember the needle to your neck.

They had inhibited your powers.

When Natasha had done it you had felt completely bare, like a part of you was missing, you had felt powerless and helpless, but… this didn’t feel like it, this felt more like numbness, like trying to look at something that’s underwater, like trying to walk in quicksand.

It was irritating, it was maddening, but it didn’t make you afraid.

“Dreykov,” was all you said through gritted teeth, your face morphing into an expression of pure rage. You hated this man, not because he delusionally thought he owned your woman, but because he took everything from her. He took her childhood, her freedom, her innocence, and the possibility for her to carry children of her own.

“Hello Y/N,” Dreykov said in a mocking tone, a condescending smile on his face “now that introductions are out of the way… I’ve heard something really interesting about a baby. Yours and Natasha’s biological daughter. Yelena, right?” he laughed a little and shook his head, as if you had just told him something funny “How darling of you to name your child after Natasha’s little sister. Such a special child it must be.”

You clenched your jaw as he walked towards a desk and sat on top of it, trying to act all cool. “You know, I personally chose Natasha for the Black Widow program because she has perfect genes. And I mean that in a literal way. Her body is more resistant to diseases, her strength is superior to the normal person, she is smarter, her brain works faster; she is one of the very few perfect specimens out there...”

He went on and on about how perfect Natasha was; you knew that all too well, you’ve seen her every scar, both physical and mental, you’ve seen her at her best and at her worst, you’ve seen her fight, love, cry and laugh. You saw her as she held you down against your will to make you hers, and you saw her as she held your hand during your child’s birth. You knew all there was to know about Natasha Romanoff, because she was part of you.

“And now,” Dreykov continued “now I can only imagine all that I could do with a child that doesn’t just have perfect genetics like her, but that also has magic! The world would be mine, I wouldn’t even need my other widows; just our little Yelena would be enough.”

Your chest hurt at the thought of him getting anywhere near your girls.

“You will not touch my daughter,” you said with pure hatred in your voice.

“But, why keep just her?” he continued as if you hadn’t spoken “No, I’ll keep Natasha and aunty Yelena here as well, then I’ll have my perfect assassin trinity.”

Your eyes glowed blue, and Dreykov suddenly took a step back.

“Stay away from. My. Wife!”

A blast of pure, raw power left you, throwing furniture to the ground, breaking windows, and almost knocking Dreykov and Yelena down.

The old, balding man turned and bolted for the door, but a wall of dark-blue energy sealed it shut. He turned to Yelena with wide eyes and yelled “What are you waiting for?!” He then pressed a button on his watch and an alarm went off, red lights blinking as if in a warning.

From the ceiling then dropped what seemed to be dozens of widows. They all made a protective circle around Dreykov while Yelena pushed a knife against your throat, not yet breaking skin.

“How are you doing this?! We gave you magic inhibitors!” Dreykov yelled, but then he shook his head and look heatedly in the blonde’s direction “It doesn’t matter. Yelena, dose her again.”

And then you felt the pinprick on your neck once more, but you didn’t pass out like last time. Instead, the muddiness your felt got worse, your vision blurred, Dreykov’s voice was all weird… And yet, it didn’t cloud your judgment, you hated Dreykov with the same intensity, you wanted to kill him with the same passion.

Kill; you’ve never been driven to kill another, ever, and yet that’s what you wanted to do. You wanted to kill Dreykov for all he did to Natasha, for all he wanted to do to her and your child. You stopped squirming in your seat, trying to save your strength. Dreykov’s shoulders slumped a little and he took a step forward, the sea of widows protecting him parted, allowing you to see the ugly, balding man.

“You are a strong little thing, aren’t you?” he asked then, that irritating smile back on his face “My Natasha chose well.”

“You’ll never convince her to join you. You’re delusional if you think you will.” You said, gritting your teeth, your voice sounding drunken.

He tilted his head a little and his smile grew ever bigger “But who said anything about convincing?” he asked then, pulling Yelena to him by the arm, pulling out a knife from one of the widow’s belts and plunging it into Yelena’s side. You cringed, she didn’t move, she didn’t make a face, she just stood there, motionless.

Just then it dawned on you.

She was being controlled.

“You see, I have this nice little gas that allows me to control all these beautiful weapons,” he said, gesturing to the women around you “and it makes them stronger, their pain tolerance higher.” He took a step away from Yelena, blood coated her sides now. “Natasha won’t be able to do anything but succumb, just like her sister has. Just like you will have by then.”

He took another step towards you.

Rage, rage was all you felt, rage and the silent scream of your powers, the invisible push against your skin. Anger. Unconformity. Hatred.

“I’ll make you scream,” you said, barely more than a whisper “I’ll make you wish you were dead. You should have never come for my family.”

Dreykov snorted.

“Why do you think I came back after all this time? I could’ve come for my Natasha whenever I wanted, but now? Now there’s a magical child out there waiting for me. No one’s gonna stop me from getting my hands on Yelena.”

Blue, that’s what you saw, that’s the color that surrounded the room before you. The dam broke, and your powers punched through the fog, through the muddiness.

You never really understood why people gave you the superhero name you had. Wanda was the Scarlet Witch, Sam was the Falcon, Steve was Captain America, Tony was Iron Man, and your Natalia was the Black Widow.

You… were good, you never handicapped anyone, you’ve never killed anyone. You were the one the Avengers always sought out when they needed comfort.

And yet, you have been deemed the angel of death.

The Reaper.

Now, as the blue of your powers turned black, as the tip of your fingers burned with hellfire, as you looked in Dreykov’s eyes and saw his very soul, you finally understood why.

The chains that held you in place burst out as if they had been exploded and you slowly got up, your hair swirling madly around you as if there was a strong wind current in the room. The widows all surrounded you, but you couldn’t see their faces, all you saw were their souls, ready to be taken.

As if they could read each other’s moves, they pounced on you with perfect synchronicity. Their batons, knives, and guns all set into motion.

No one managed to touch you, your now dark powers enveloped you like a barrier, every shot the widows took bounced harmlessly, and every knife that came close met fierce resistance.

“You can’t fight them all off!” Dreykov yelled from behind Yelena, who stood in a defensive stance in front of him at the back of the room.

You didn’t seem to hear him, all that reverberated through your ears were his earliest words. Your body was hot, as if on fire, your eyes glowed dark blue.

“You will leave my family alone.”

 “Someone dose her again!” Dreykov yelled.

“You think you’re so smart;” you said, lifting with your magic the widow that was coming towards you with a syringe. You wouldn’t let any one of them touch you, you wouldn’t let them hurt your girls “think you’re so powerful,” with a flick of your fingers you tore the widow’s hand away from her body, she didn’t scream, but a river of blood flowed from her torn wrist to the floor. You threw her body against a far wall “when actually you’re nothing but tiny, measly man” this time seven widows pounced on you at once. You tore their bodies into pieces, the cracking of bones echoed loudly in the room, you could feel yourself becoming stronger as every soul left the widows’ bodies and came to you. You were somehow absorbing their essence. “Hiding behind tiny, measly women” you locked eyes with one of the widows, there was nothing behind it, but you knew she had a soul, you could see it thrashing inside her, wanting to come out, to break free, to run to you.

She wanted to die, you realized. All of them wanted to.

Well, who were you to deny them of their wishes?

As you pulled a few more towards you with your magic, you could see their blood pulsing in their veins. You pulled one’s throat, tearing off her pipe, making her gurgle in blood before her soul flew in your direction, and then there was the one with red hair. You looked deep into her eyes. They were wrong. You ripped them off. Another one came, her batons ready. They never even got to touch the barrier, you had severed her arms from her body.

Soon the room was filled with the metallic stench of blood, red like an inferno, morbid like death, the marble floors tainted dark red. There was only Yelena now, her blank stare on your face, her body ready to pounce. But she didn’t, Dreykov pulled her by the arm and pressed a knife to her neck.

“Don’t come any closer or I’ll kill her. Natasha will never forgive you if you let her die.” He said, a manic smile appearing on his face, a frightened look in his eyes.

“Will she ever be able to break free?” you asked then, not caring about what he had said. You knew he wouldn’t kill the only thing standing between you two.

“There is no breaking free,” he said, pulling her closer, pressing his body against hers “her mind, her body, and her will are mine to command. Even if you managed to break my hold on her using your magic, she’d eventually, inevitably, fall back into the habits ingrained in her mind since she was a child, she’d go back to trying to fulfill her utmost desire: to follow my orders”.

You clenched your fists. Yelena didn’t deserve this.

“Did you command her to take my wife and my child to you?” you asked, then, because if there weren’t any long-lasting orders maybe she’d be able to live a somewhat normal life after Dreykov was gone.

“I did. And she will succeed.” He said, his manic smile growing, making you sick to the stomach “Because you won’t kill her; you may have killed the others, but you won’t kill Natasha’s sister, she has you on a tight leash, you won’t do anything that might anger her, so it’s only a matter of time before-”

You lifted a single finger, shutting Dreykov up, and then you took a couple steps closer to Yelena. She was beautiful, more beautiful than you imagined she would be, but her beauty could never compare to Natasha’s. No one could ever compare to her.

You looked deep into those blank green eyes of hers, her plump, pouty lips turned slightly down into a frown, her strong jaw set. You knew they weren’t blood-related, but you could see a lot of Nat in Yelena’s expression.

“Do you think you will ever be able to break free?” you asked her.

Once again no words left her mouth, all there was were those blank eyes staring at you. She didn’t say anything, but you saw the same glow around her head you saw in the others. Her very soul, afraid, desperate to break free.

You could almost feel it, its anger, its pain.

You lifted your hand to her cheek, she didn’t move, her defensive stance was still in place though. Her skin was smooth and a little wet. She had cried, you realized, even if her eyes weren’t red-rimmed.

You didn’t know why she was crying, though; you didn’t know if it was because of the widows you slaughtered, because she was happy to hear that her sister was happy and had a child named after her, or because she simply couldn’t take it anymore.

“I wish you could see her now,” you said then, smiling sadly at the blonde “she’s truly happy, Yelena. She has freedom and love, and that’s really all she’s ever asked for. I wish you’d have gotten that, too.”

You didn’t even have to lift a finger, the snap of Yelena’s neck echoed loudly through the silent room, she fell to the floor in a matter of seconds. Painless, clean. Efficient.

Dreykov’s eyes bulged to the point where they almost fell off. Your eyes were drawn to him like magnets. You took a couple steps closer, stepping over Yelena’s body.

“Any last words?” you asked, giving him his voice back.

He did this. He killed the woman who would be your child’s godmother. He killed your sister-in-law. He destroyed her life, Natasha’s life.

He’d pay for it.

“You- you can’t kill me, if you do it, all of my widows won’t stop until Natasha and your baby are dead!” he yelled, backing up against the wall.

You tilted your head a little to the side, your eyes hardening. “Do you really think I worry about your widows?”

Dreykov raised his hands desperately. “But do you really want to live your whole life looking over your shoulder? A single mistake, a single distraction on your part, and your daughter will be gone.”

You felt something in your stomach, it was like hunger, but it was definitely not physical hunger. You didn’t want food… You wanted blood. His blood.

“So why don’t you be a good boy and tell me the location of these other widows so I can finish this once and for all?”

“Do you think I’m stupid?! Once I tell you you’ll kill me.”

You leaned closer, your eyes emitting a dark blue glow. “Here’s the thing, Dreykov, either you tell me where these widows are, or I’ll read it out of your mind. The difference is, if you do cooperate, I’ll simply kill you, but if you don’t…” you smiled menacingly, whispering your next threat “I’ll make you wish you were dead.”

You pulled back and looked at him, willing to let him decide, but when no words came out of his mouth, you smiled sadistically at him.

“Pain it is.”

You brought him closer with your magic, his wide eyes filled with fear. “Hum, I wonder if I can turn back time on your body, but leave your mind to remember everything that happened,” you mused, a dark grin on your face.

“What do you think yo-”

You broke his hand, it was a minor injury compared to what you were planning, his screams, though? They sounded as if you were already killing him. He was so weak. It was ironic how he trained women until they were perfect assassins while he himself couldn’t take a broken bone.

You moved your hands then, turning back time with one, keeping his memory with another. You didn’t know if that would work, but it didn’t hurt to try… Well, it didn’t hurt you.

Dreykov didn’t stop screaming as his hand snapped back into place, the bones gluing themselves together again. You smiled.

“So,” you said with a gigantic, sadistic smile on your face “how did it feel, does it still hurt?”

He looked at his hands with horror in his eyes, it seemed as if he understood what you intended to do.

“No, please, don’t-”

You broke his hand again, his screams were deafening. God, why did he need to be such a baby?

“Does it hurt the same amount, or is it different?” you asked, truly curious.

 Dreykov didn’t answer, just kept on screaming. You shrugged and turned back time, watching with interest as the bones in his hand mended yet again. You smiled as the dark blue of your magic surrounded his arm.

“What are y-”

You tore his arm from his body, his screams intensified. You wondered how long would he be able to keep that up. The screams, you mean. He’d keep up with your methods for as long as you wanted.

 “You can’t keep doing this, someon-”

You turned back time again, seeing his flash knit itself together again. The dark-bluish fire you conjured next burnt his skin like nothing you’ve ever seen. The smell of burnt flesh wasn’t really pleasing, but the sight in front of you definitely was.

You turned back time again, this time conjuring a sword and slashing his stomach.

“What?” you asked as he thrashed around, his organs falling out “Don’t you like taking people’s organs away without their permission?”

Next, you pulled his heart out with your bare hands, only a thin layer of magic covering it as to not stain your skin with his dirty blood.

“I can’t-”

You turned back time again.

“You can.”

You proceeded to snap his neck, break both his legs, tear his ears off, dilacerate his nose, and pour acid into his eyes. He only kept complaining, and complaining, and complaining. What a crybaby.

“This is getting tiring.” You said then, conjuring an ax and using your magic to open his pants. His eyes widened then, and it was as if all the other torture methods you inflicted upon him were ok, but you could not touch that small, wrinkly thing he called his cock.

“Ok! Ok! Please, I’ll tell you everything, please!” he yelled, trying to fold forward in order to protect his genitals. It was honestly ridiculous.

“Oh silly,” you said, shaking your head with a condescending smile on your face “I already know everything. I read your mind.”

You brought your ax down, and the scream he let out then was animalistic. But he hadn’t suffered enough, no suffering would be enough to make up for what he did to Natasha. So you used your magic to lift his severed cock, because of course you wouldn’t touch that disgusting thing with your hands, and proceeded to use more magic to turn him around and throw him face-first to the floor.

With his white, wrinkled ass up in the air, you stuffed the cock in it. By how much blood he was losing you imagined he’d have maybe a few more hours of life. There wouldn’t be anyone left to help him, but you weren’t an amateur, you tied his hands and feet, stuffed his mouth, and broke his bones just to be sure.

You took a step back to admire your work and smiled at the thought that your family would never be a target to the Red Room ever again.

“It was good doing business with you, Dreykov.” You chanted as you left.

You felt… Good. It was good to make him pay, you felt, more than ever, a hero. You didn’t just save anyone, you saved your family. But there was still more to be done. Somehow, after reading his mind, the location of every widow stood out to you like a beacon. You knew where every single person who ever worked for or with Dreykov was, and you knew that you had to take care of them, too, least they try and carry on with Dreykov’s orders.

So, just before you returned to the compound, you snapped your fingers, killing every single one of the people who had ever worked for him, leaving only your wife to tell the story.

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Yelena: so y/n how many people have you slept with

Y/n: whispers (zero)

Tony: well I can help you get laid just tell me ur type

Yelena: her type is redheads with green eyes. she told me once when i threatened to throw her of the roof.

Natasha: YOU DID WHAT!

Wanda: calm down natty im sure she wouldnt do it right yelena (glowing eyes)

Yelena: yes you are correct wands

Wanda & Nat: (pick up y/n) we have some business to discuss.

Tony: dont break y/n

Nat & wanda: dont worry

Y/n: wow you guys are strong😩😳

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