#blackwidow smut

[cassandramaximoff]

My lovers chapter 3

This is pure smut with an absolute smidge of plot. If that’s not your cuppa tea don’t read.Miniors read no further.

You were exhausted, having been edged for at least an hour. The worse part was you asked for this. Natasha insisted you choose your punishment. And you chose book holding, but your bravado had melted away after the second instance of the books falling from your crown. And the worse part was how understanding Natasha was. She wasn't angry, not even disappointed, just there to cuddle you while she eased you down before you mounted her fawx cock again.

She steadied your hips as you overzealously sank onto the dildo, almost relaxing your neck, letting yourself fall into the comforting grasp of your Alpha. Slick streamed down your thighs and the ache of what felt like hours at the squat rack sumo squatting. All the while, the coil in your stomach

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as Natasha moved the rough pad of her left middle finger to your clit rubbing in slow sensual circles, "You're doing so well, Love. Just have to stick the landing. Perhaps the third time is the charm, hmmm?" You went to respond as the rough pad of Natasha's thumb circled your clit as her strap bottomed out inside you, and you came undone. But you manage to hold your posture as Natasha holds you close as your walls convulse around her.

Natasha holds you close as your high ebbs slowly. Natasha holds you close with one arm while one arm takes the weight off your head, whispering praise into your ear as you melt into your Alpha, the inner omega preening at the praise. As you calm down after your orgasm, Natasha lifts you off her strap, takes a warm washcloth, and cleans off the copious slick around your thighs. Whispering praise as she soothed you while your omega swam atop the sea of subspace. As you felt yourself being picked up bridal style

The light suddenly became a lot harsher. You whimpered into your Alpha's neck. "Sorry, love," she said, dimming the lights. "Can you come back to me, love?" she whispered as you heard the spray of water start. You whined, trying to say yes, but the sea of subspace held you firmly. "Alright, Kotenok, we will start with a shower then." She shifted you around, so you were in her lap and massaged your scalp while burying her nose in your neck, inhaling your scent as you slowly came out of subspace.

Your back stiffened as you returned to awareness, "Welcome back, Y/N. Are you okay?" She said maintaining the scalp massage. You could no longer feel the

"Mmmm, I'll be sore tomorrow morning, and I'm parched, but that was great."

Natasha removed herself from your scenting gland, "I shouldn't have let you talk me into punishing you like that. Especially so close to your heart, your scent seems okay for now. I might have to bench that punishment for a while. Also, you're taking a soak in Epsom salts and drinking at least 2 litres of fluids before bed tonight." She commanded, hand still massaging your scalp.

You were still a bit fuzzy but managed to respond, "mmmm, no complaints here. As long as the baths with you.'

Natasha smirked. "Of course, love, a soak with my nose buried in your neck while I have you drinking your fluids sounds heavenly. I'm going to run the bath and grab some things for you. Shall I grab you a book? Or your drawing pad?"

"I don't think I could focus on either, to be honest. My thighs are aching. I'll just get F.R.I.D.A.Y to play some music." You mused

"Okay, my love, give me a few minutes, and I'll come to take you to the bath, ok?" Natasha says, planting a kiss on your forehead

You leaned against the shower wall letting the spray waiting for your Alpha to return. You asked F.R.I.D.A.Y to play (Your favourite music for relaxing). A few minutes later, you hear the pattering of footsteps until you hear the shower door open and the spray stops.

Natasha moves to pick you up bridal style, allowing you to keep your thighs relaxed and walked to over to the large marble tub. As you get closer, the lavender scent gets more prominent as she steps into the tub. She sets herself behind you, letting you lean back into her.

You fall asleep in the tub, satiated and thoroughly fucked and comfortable. As you dreamt of a brunette with red glowing hands and piercing eyes emitting a red mist. “I’m coming for you, my precious soon, we’ll be together.” The brunette whispers.

You wake up something not feeling right. You realise you’re in bed. Natasha, next to you her, breathes even and slow. You get up to head to the bathroom to get some water. And suddenly, whiplash. You’re whizzed away at lightning speed. Your scream is too slow. When the blur of speed passing around, you stop… you smell something that stops your heartbeat from exploding out of your chest. Something that stops your body’s innate fight or flight response. Your other soulmate. The adrenaline cools in your veins. As you gain your bearings, you’re in some kind of warehouse or storage unit.

“It’s okay, love. Stark can’t hold you away from me anymore. My name is Wanda, and this is my brother Pietro.”

“H..Hi”, you say shakily. “I’m (Y/N), but I’m not sure what you mean by Tony holding me. I live there with my Alpha…well, one of them. You can meet her our little pack will be complete,” you say. The cold of the area starting to affect you.

“I’m sorry, sister, it seems she’s already been conditioned by shield,” Pietro says sadly.

That’s okay it’s not her fault. I’ll take away what they did to you, Y/N; you’re mine, and nothing will ever hurt you again,” Wanda whispers as she kneels down, placing a hand on each of your temples, taking away your memories of Natasha, and blocking off your mental connection.

[naturesapphic]

Love your stories! And you’re so nice <3

Ok, crazy idea: Nat who has always been a sub, but the right combination of words accidentally activates her Black Widow mode and makes her extremely dominant in an unexpected way, kinda like how Bucky’s hydra keywords worked. Imagine the reader being sooo certain they’re in charge, only to accidentally say the wrong words and *boom*, Daddy Nat is here. And maybe Natasha is wearing her black widow catsuit

Day 2: Activation

Natasha romanoff x fem!reader

Warnings: sub/dom, smut, daddy!natasha, rough sex, slight face slapping, degradation

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Natasha had just gotten off of a month mission, not allowing any contact with anyone, especially you. So when you saw her coming off the quinjet, you rushed outside and met her halfway. She took you in her arms and the two of you had tears in your eyes as y’all held each other. “I missed you so much natty…”. You whispered against her shoulder and she hugged you tighter, her nose buried in your soft hair as she inhales your sweet scent.

“I missed you more dekta..”. Natasha whispers back to you and the two of you head inside of the compound. Going up to y’all’s room, the tension was building. Y’all were sexually frustrated and the two of you needed each other now. You pushed Natasha up against the door of y’all’s bedroom and started kissing her neck, you had her whimpering underneath you, even though she’s taller than you. Her whimpers and moans was what drove you and you started to pull down the zipper of her catsuit when you started talking dirty in her ear.

Well you thought it was dirty until you brought up of how much of a sub she was and how you could easily control her. She stiffened for a moment and you pulled away immediately, scared that you messed something up. Then, out of nowhere, Natasha opened yalls door and picked you up, making you squeal in confusion. She threw you on the bed and started tearing your clothes off. “N-nat?” You shakily asked and she looked up at you with a lustful gaze, mixed with a glare. “Shut up slut before I make you.” She growled and you felt your pussy throb at her dominance.

You were usually the one who’s dominant but it seems that your degrading words took an effect on her and she’s in control now. You secretly fantasized about it because Natasha always seemed to be very dominant but it was the complete opposite in the bedrooms. She was more on the submissive side while you took control, which you honestly didn’t mind but it seems to be different tonight. She got off of you to go into the closet and secure a strap-on around her waist, on top of her cat suit. You felt your mouth water as you watched her walk over to you, swaying her hips seductively as if she’s luring you into a trap.

She got to the edge of the bed and leaned over to grab you by the ankles and pull you down to where she could reach you. You let out a squeal as she bends your legs until it reached your chest, opening yourself up for her. With one hand, she aligned the strap to your entrance and pushed it in making you form an O with your lips. Natasha just smirked and started thrusting into you, little groans and huffs leaving her plump lips, her full breast moving slightly in her uniform. She leaned down and started sucking on your neck, leaving love bites behind. You reached up to her hair and slightly tugged on it which set her off. She slapped your hand away and used the same hand to wrap her hand around your throat.

Her gaze was darker than before and she gave you a glare. “I’m in charge.” Was all she said before she got up on the bed and started fucking you into the mattress. At this point you were sobbing and begging her to stop but she wouldn’t until you did the safe word. This was your fifth orgasm of the night already and she was trying to pull one more out of you. “Come on you little slut. I know you can give daddy one more. Come on.” She demanded slightly, giving a little slap to your face. That’s when you came on her cock again and she pulled out making you cry out at the emptiness. She shushed you gently and held you in her arms. “Such a good girl. Daddy is in control now.”

A/n: thank you so much for your support and your sweet words Anon! I hope you like this! Halloween/fall/kinktober requests are still open for all the characters/people I write! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest. Take care of yourselves. I love y’all! :)

[ravenromanova]

I’ll be a good girl, I swear it!

Pairings: Priest Natasha x Semi innocent female reader.

Warnings: SMUT!! DO NOT READ IF YOU’RE UNDERAGE!!! Religion kink, Daddy kink, Praise kink, Kinda mean Natasha, Oral, Fingering, Squirting, Sex in a church, Legal age gap, Innocence kink, strap on. DO NOT READ IF YOU’RE UNDER 18+!!! Happy ending. :)

Summary: When the leader of the church asks you to stay behind for some extra lessons who are you to deny her?

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You sat in the back of the church with your best friend Kate like you did every sunday listening to Ms.Romanoffs sermon. Your eyes had never left the woman as she spoke the word of god. The way she moved was memorizing and alluring. It’s almost like she knew you were watching her as her moves became slightly more sultry. It was like she was calling to you just from a look.

You had been attending priest Romanoffs services for a couple months now after Kate had informed you how hot she was. At first you had scolded her for being so vulgar and sinful…that was until you saw her for yourself. She was tall, skinny, had legs for days, had the most beautiful green eyes that was accentuated by her red hair. Your breath caught in your throat and your core started throbbing at first sight. So from then on you and Kate had decided to start going to church was more often.

The sermon has gone by just like it always did, speech, songs, prayer, more songs and then gossip after it ended. You and Kate were about to leave when Ms.Romanoff has come up behind you and tapped your shoulder.

“Excuse me miss L/n do you think you could possibly stay after for a bit. There are some things i’d like to discuss with you” The tall woman said and before you could even get a word out Kate responded for you.

“Of course she will Ms.Romanoff” She said as she slightly nudged you before she quickly walked off with a wink. You nervously cleared your throat as you shyly looked up at Natasha who had a devilish smirk across her face.

“Why don’t we go into my office?” She asked with a hint of mischief laced in her voice. You quickly nodded and she leads you to the office with her hand on the snap of your back. It was only then that you smelled her cherry and vanilla perfume and god it smelt divine.

When you entered her office you noticed a large red couch against the wall, along with a black wooden desk accompanied by a red velvet throne like chair. Her office was decorated wall to wall in victorian era crucifixes, paintings and antiques it fit the woman well.

“So-w-what did you want to discuss Ms.Romanoff?” You asked softly as you sit on the black velvet chair across her desk. She smiles devilishly as she sat behind her desk.

“Well i’ve noticed that since you’ve started coming to service you have a hard time paying attention whilst i’m giving the sermon” Her words make you choke on your spit and you try to cover it up with a cough.

“Oh Ms.Romanoff i swear i’m paying attention” You try to speak honestly but you know damn well you’re lying. The older woman shakes her head and tsks at your lie.

“We both know that’s not true y/n don’t lie to me… and especially don’t lie in the house of god “ She says with faux disappointment as she stands up and walks in front of you. “I think i’m going to need to teach you a lesson on how to be a good girl” Her words send a familiar throb to your core. You instinctively rub your thighs together to try to relive some of the throbbing. Natasha noticed your soft thighs moving and your face grew uncomfortable as you failed you help yourself.

You grow speechless s you feel her hands go to your thighs and spread them slightly. “Ms?” The question comes out breathless as you look at the redhead getting on her knees.

“Shhh kotenok just sit back and be a good girl for mommy okay?” Natasha questions you as she begins to pepper kisses on your soft thighs. “Will you be a good girl for mommy?” She questions again starting right into your soul.

“I’ll be a good girl” You nod at her question. “I swear it” You add and that seems to be sufficient for Natasha as she moves up your skirt. Her veiny hands go underneath your skirt to lift it to your hips before she removes your pantie. She groans when she sees you but down on your lip at her actions.

“I’m going to make you feel so good pretty girl” The woman praises before she comes face to face with your wet core. She takes one finger and rubs you from clit to hole gathering your juices to make it easier for get to fuck your. Your breath catches in your throat when she starts to rub your clit on soft motions.

“That feels so good Mommy” You moan as you grip the arm rest of the chair you sat on. She takes that as her sign to continue and adds one finger in slowly.

“Mmph oh my god-“ The moan comes out broken as it passes your lips.

“Dont you dare take the lords name in vein” Natasha reprimands you by slapping your pussy harshly. You squeal as her hand comes into contact with your slightly swollen pussy.

“SHIT! I-i’m sorry mommy, i- i won’t do it again just pl-please touch me” You whimper and grab her hands in attempt to make her touch you again. But instead she pulls away from you despite your pleas to come back. All you can hear is some rustling behind you once she leaves your view.

“It seems like you need to be taught a lesson in manners” She says as she comes up behind you suddenly. All you can feel is her breath on your neck before she bites down and marks you. You hear what sounds like fastening before she comes back in your line of view.

Your eyes go as wide as saucers when you see the faux cock around her hips over her dress pants. There’s no time to process what’s happening before your back hits the soft fabric of the church and she’s on top of you.

“I’m gonna fuck your now okay?” She asks even though she already knows your answer just by your face.

“Yes please.” You plead as you grip her hips and try to pull her closer. The attempt pulls a small chuckle from the redhead as she settles in between your thighs. She takes the strap and gathers your juices on it to lube it up before she ruins you. It may not have been your first time having sex but it sure had been a while and she could tell from how tight you were.

Once she’s happy with how wet the strap is she slowly eases it in before bottoming out.

“Oh s-shit” You groan when she pulls all the way out before thrusting in again. She says a soft pace at first testing the waters and as yours moans grow louder her thrusts become faster and harder.

“You take me so well kotenok” She praises as she wraps your thighs around her waist and fucks into you harder than before. The noises that fill the office are downright sinful and pornographic.

“Oh yes mommy yes” You mewl loud as you feel your orgasm build and the pleasure becomes unreal.

“You gonna cum for me like the good girl i know you are?” You questions rubbing your clit for extra stimulation. And that’s what sends you over the edge ave your back arches and you cum with a scream.

“Oh fuck” You whimper when she takes the strap out. But you don’t mourn the loss for long as she is quick to sink down to your pussy and clean up your mess.

“Taste so good” Her words are muffled as she licks and sucks you clean. Once she has successfully cleaned up your mess she takes your clit into her mouth and starts sucking on it like candy.

“Too sensitive m-mommy please-cant-“ You protest once she adds two fingers into your hole.

“Shut the fuck yup and take what mommy gives you” Natasha reprimands and sets a faster pace hitting your g-spot with extreme force.

“Yes mommy i’m sorry-i’m sorry i’ll take it i’ll be a good girl” You apologize as you feel your second organ build back up. This one is stronger since you’ve already cum once.

“I-i’m cumming mommy fuck i’m cumming” You scream as you grow into her hair and come undone on her tongue. She groans in appreciation before she kicks you clean again and then comes you to kiss you. The kiss is sloppy and sinful but you couldn’t give a fuck if you tried right now. You’d senses are in overload as you taste yourself on her lips and her perfume continues to invade your nose.

She breaks the kiss and then picks up your panties from the floor and putting them back on and lowering your skirt.

“You were such a good girl” She praises once you’re dressed again.

“Thank you Ms” You say blushing even though she just fucked your into oblivion.

“Hmm you’re welcome kotenok” The woman says softly before giving you a kiss on the cheek and helping you stand up.

“Same time next week?” Natasha asks as she opens the door and leads you out to your car through the church hall.

“Of course Ms.Romanoff” You nod before you bid the woman farewell and hop into your car. The car ride home tire head is filled with images of what happened and you get all hot and bothered over again.

When you get back to your shared apartment with Kate she’s sitting on the couch with an eager look on her face.

“Tell me everything!” She squeals when she notices your disheveled stare.

“You’re gonna need to grab a drink for this” And you two spend the rest of the night fangirling over your priest.

The meetings with Ms.Romanoff that follow Jesus definitely wouldn’t approve of.

~The end ~

A/n: Look at me posting back to back :) i will be patting myself on the back for these since i literally wrote and posted this one and the last one all in one go. Enjoy :)

I do not give permission for my work to be copied or translated on other cites

[your-nanas-house]

Dick grayson x blackwidow reader smut (😈😈) where there cocky enemys and kinda hate love sitch and he's tied up she's nearest to help and things get spicy 🤭🤭

Right away 😈

Tied up

◇ Pairing: Dick Grayson X fem!Reader

◇ Warnings: angst, slightly smut, enemies to lovers

◇ Summary: Dick is tied up and Blackwidow helps him.

◇ Notes: Sorry for the mistakes and the English.

Bruce's voice boomed in the empty room where Dick had been tied up, wearing his Nightwing suit, and the mask still on. His light-blue-covered phone was somewhat away from him, which was why the boy had had to ask the google assistant to put the call on speakerphone while he tried to free himself.

He was assured that someone would arrive in a short time to help him though, too bad that that someone was the one he considered his enemy— she called herself 'Blackwidow' when she was wearing her heroine costume and simply Y/n when she was wearing her everyday clothes.

Dick could already hear her heels in the distance getting closer and closer until the young woman was in sight; her gaze on him accompanied by an amused smile, her hand was on her hip and her head was slightly tilted.

"Well...Well—" the snort that came out of Dick's mouth interrupted her, his blue eyes on her all the time, following her action suspiciously 

"Hello Y/n," he muttered annoyed a few minutes later after the realization that she was not going to help him immediately, finding the situation, the young man had gotten himself into, too amusing

"Are you going to help me or what!" Dick asked, annoyed, still uncomfortably tied to the wall of that abandoned building.

Y/n slowly approached, a dangerous but still amused look behind the blank mask of her face. She did not open her mouth, merely walked slowly around him and then pressed her body against his in an attempt to reach the higher ropes to untie or cut them.

Their bodies were pressed against each other, her slight movements causing a pleasant friction at Dick's crotch as he tried to hide his blushing and his growing arousal not wanting to receive any teasing.

Things got worse, however, when Dick moved his hips, poking her directly on her lower belly making her feel his rock-hard boner which was just waiting for attention from someone. 

Luckily for him nothing bad happened, not like he had imagined when he was previously trying to hide it in total embarrassment; in fact, things took an even more positive turn as Y/n's hand, that had previously been busy cutting the ropes, slowly moved to her chest, caressing his symbol before continuing on its path, which was unknown to Dick but that stopped exactly where he hoped.

The young man tried to open his mouth to say something but Y/n's lips ensured that he didn't speak as her hand stopped on his boner- she squeezed it gently, muffling the moan of pleasure Dick let escape in the kiss, and then began massaging his cock through the fabric, speeding up her palm movements only when she noticed a difference in the tone of his moans.

"I have to admit, you look very sexy tied up like this," Y/n joked before moving her hand away as soon as Dick's release wetted the fabric of his suit.

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[wifeofwandamaximoff]

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[urfavhecate]

Masterlist ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:

❤︎ - comfort/fluff | ★ - smut | ♛ - angst/hurt

Natasha Romanoff:

❤︎ | Movie Night - Natasha is always for you while your depression episodes.

Wanda Maximoff:

❤︎ ★ | My body's changed - Wanda avoids your touch after pregnancy, but you want to show her that she’s still beautiful.

❤︎ | I’ll always be your shield - You cared about Wanda and you decided to protect her forever.

Scarlett Johansson:

❤︎ ♛ | How could you? - When Colin "joke" about Scarlett's voice and body during a TV show, you decided to defend her.

Random characters:

❤︎ | Love is pain | Vanessa - fnaf movie

[sergeantbuckybarnes]

anti-heroe // billy russo

Summary: You’re assigned to eliminate Frank Castle. But how can you do it? He’s your boyfriend’s best friend. And Billy has no idea you used to kill for money.

Pairing: Billy Russo x BlackWidow!Reader

Word count: 4.3k

Warnings: soft billy, implied smut, murder, stabbing, blood, lame descriptions of fighting, angst, a bit of fluff

A/N: As always, remember English is not my first language. Thanks to @wannab-urs​ for proofreading this!

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Karen was already in bed when the sound of frantic knocking on her door startled her. Her heart raced as the sound grew louder and more insistent with each passing moment. She turned to the alarm clock on her bed table flashing 10:30 pm.

Who could be knocking at this hour?

She slowly got up and crept toward the door. As she got closer, the knocking continued, and she heard a faint voice calling out her name.

She cautiously opened the door, her features quickly twisting into a horrified expression at the scene in front of her eyes — you, bleeding, the handle of a knife protruding from your stomach, your left arm loosely hanging on the neck of a blonde woman who had her arm wrapped around your waist to hold you steady.

“A little help here?”

48 HOURS EARLIER

The sun was rising and the birds were singing outside. A strong arm was wrapped around your waist, and his breath was hitting the back of your neck. You smiled and snuggled into his warm chest, feeling content and happy. Even though you'd only been together for a little over a year, you couldn't imagine living without the feeling of being in his arms.

Billy stirred behind you, and you felt his arm tighten around you. “Good morning, beautiful,” he murmured against your neck, leaving scorching open-mouthed kisses there. 

Those three little words were enough to make your heart flutter.

You turned to face him, and he trailed his lips toward yours. You gazed into his eyes, taking in the moment. You had never considered yourself a lucky person, but meeting Billy changed your outlook on life. Being there, nestled in his arms, made the world outside seem less twisted. Billy's embrace erased every negative memory, feeling, or thought you had. You were safe there, with him. He was home.

You knew you were in love with the ex-marine, but you were wise to refrain from saying the three words. Frank had made it a point, when you and Billy got together, to inform you that this was Billy's first serious relationship --finally choosing quality over quantity. You weren't sure if he was trying to scare you or what, but it had the opposite effect. It gave you some kind of... confidence? Because this was also your first serious relationship. Well, it was your first relationship. Period.

You didn’t want to scare him with these feelings, especially when you weren’t sure if they were reciprocated. So you preferred to keep basking in what you had. 

“Good morning, handsome,” you whispered softly against his lips. Your breath mingled with his before you crashed your lips against his, in a not-so-soft kiss.

You were soon trapped beneath him, and although having Billy Russo on top of you was very enticing, and you would have taken that road any other day, you put a palm on his chest, backing him up a little.

“I have to go to work, and so do you.”

Billy groaned in frustration.

“You don’t have to work in that dreadful place; you know you could work for me.” 

It wasn't the first time Billy had offered you a position at ANVIL so you wouldn't have to work at the coffee shop, and just like the other times, you turned the offer down.

“So everyone can gossip that I made my way there through being tangled in the boss’ sheets? Thank you, but no.”

“You know I wouldn’t let anybody shame you like that,” he said it in such a convincing and certain tone that it almost convinced you. Almost.

“You can’t control anything, Billy.”

“I sure can try.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and bring him down toward you, minimizing the gap between the two of you. 

“I like my job.”

“No, you don’t.”

No, you didn’t. You hated how well he knew you. But the truth is, the job at the coffee shop is the best you could aspire for—You didn't even have a high school diploma; you didn’t have anything to apply for a well-paying proper job. And part of the reason you didn’t take Billy’s offer was because you didn’t want him to pity you or just give you a good position because you were his girlfriend.

“Just hear me out,” Billy said, his voice earnest. “You're smart, hardworking, and I know you would excel in a corporate setting. Plus, we could spend even more time together.”

You sighed. “Billy, I appreciate your confidence in me, but I want to earn my own success, not just have it handed to me because of our relationship."

“I’m not gonna convince you, am I?”

You shook your head, “But you’re always welcome to try.”

You closed the gap and let yourself get lost in him.

Today was a particularly busy day. You were wiping down counters and restocking coffee mugs when you saw a familiar face that made your stomach drop.

You could feel her eyes on you as you continued to wipe down the counter. You tried to complete your task quickly, hoping that you could escape to the back room before she had the chance to say anything. But before you were able to get away, she waved you over to her table.

You took a seat across from her and nervously fiddled with your apron. She seemed delighted to see you, greeting you like you were long-time friends, with a smile plastered on her face that you could tell was far from being genuine.

“What are you doing here, Valentina?” you sighed.

It was obvious she didn’t make her way to the coffee shop you worked at just because she was a coffee lover. Valentina Allegra de Fontaine never did anything without a motive.

“I have a job for you.”

You squint your eyes at the woman.

“I’m retired. Go and find someone else.”

You promised yourself when you got free that you’d never go back to that life. You couldn't undo what you'd done in the past, but you weren’t under chemical subjugation anymore, you were free, and you wanted to live a normal life — the life you never had the opportunity to have. The life Dreykov took away from you when you were barely three years old, and he decided an orphan child would be a good killing machine someday. You’d spent the last 25 years of your life being a puppet, and you refused to be one again.

“You’re going to be interested in this one. Trust me,” she insisted. 

You knew the woman well enough to know she wasn’t going to drop the subject, and you noticed the queue of people forming behind her. 

“I have a break in five minutes.”

You opened the door of the shop and a gust of wind hit your face. You were relieved to be out of the cramped, stuffy store taking a deep breath of the fresh, cool air. You started walking down the street, feeling the wind tousling your hair.

You reached a nearby alley, knowing Valentina was waiting for you. It had been about a year since you last saw the woman. You had no idea how she had found you because you thought you had done a fantastic job of remaining under her radar. You doubted Yelena had sold you out, that was not typical of her.

“Well?” You asked as you rounded the corner. Just as you had anticipated, there she was. Valentina Allegra de Fontaine's composure and elegance were nearly impossible to overlook. Though this clearly wasn't her preferred hangout, it didn't appear to bother her. She was a woman who could adapt to anything, never looking out of place even when she so clearly stood out.. 

Her appearance matched her personality; Valentina was a powerful woman who easily influenced people; fortunately for you, you knew her well enough not to fall for her ruses.

She handed you the file she was holding when she walked in the coffee shop before. “They’re offering $200,000 to take him down.” 

You glanced bewildered at the woman. That was a substantial sum of money. 

“Why me?” You inquired. 

“Because you’re the best.”

You averted your gaze from her and opened the file. The blood drained from your face when you saw the picture of the man in the file.

“Who wants him dead?”

“That I can’t tell.”

Your attention remained fixated on the photograph, as a maelstrom of emotions and thoughts raced through every inch of your body.

“Well, what do you say? Do you want to get back into business, or do you want to spend the rest of your life pouring coffee and struggling to make ends meet?”

You closed the file and tossed it to her. 

“I’m not gonna kill Frank Castle.”

“You’re too quiet,” Billy pointed. He had noticed something was worrying you. Yet he was hesitant to ask you. The last thing he wanted was to upset you more. But as the night went on your distress didn’t subside, and he started to get really worried.

You looked at him, “I’m fine,” you simply said. 

“No, you’re not,” he grabbed the book you were pretending to read, “Did something happen at work?”

You shook your head.

“What’s worrying you, love?”

You sighed. You didn’t want to lie to him, but you couldn’t tell him the truth either. “Just tired. It’s been a busy day.”

You knew he wasn't fooled by your pathetic excuse, but fortunately, he didn't press the issue.

“I can help you relax,” he said instead, pulling a strand of hair out of the way so he could kiss your neck, moving up the line of your jaw and back down your throat.. His lips moved along your skin, sending sparks of pleasure through your veins. You closed your eyes and relaxed into the sensation, feeling your body come alive with anticipation.

You needed a distraction right now, and Billy was always too good at taking your mind off problems.

“Yes, please,” your voice came as a faint whisper, just barely audible to him.

“Anything you want?”

You turned to look at him and soon you were lost in his dark eyes. His eyes held so much emotion that it felt like you could combust.

“Just make me forget my shitty day.”

A smirk lifted in his perfect features, “That I can do.” 

He easily lifted you off the couch, your legs wrapped around his waist, one arm loosely draped around his neck while your other hand gripped his jaw and you collided your lips against his in a sloppy kiss as he carried you to the bedroom.

You raised your hand and knocked on Yelena's apartment door. After a few seconds of waiting, she heard footsteps approaching. The door opened, revealing a disheveled Yelena.

“What was the emergency?” Yelena asked, as you stepped inside and glanced around the apartment. It was bigger than yours, but just as cluttered. 

“Hope, it’s not too early,” you said when you saw her yawning.

“No. Not at all. I was already up anyways,” she said, rubbing her eyes. “So what brings you here?”

You shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other. “I need to talk to you about something.”

“Okay,” Yelena said as she headed to the kitchen. “Do you want some coffee?”

“No, thanks,” You replied as you followed Yelena. “Has Val contacted you?”

Yelena turned around, visibly surprised. “No, she hasn’t. I’m on holiday.”

“Good for you,” you muttered dryly. “She came to my workplace to offer me a job.”

“How did she find you?”

“Good question. But that’s not why I’m here. The target she offered me is my friend’s boyfriend.”

“Well, that sucks.”

Typical Yelena. Emphatic as always.

“Who do you think is going to take over?” You asked her, “Sonya? Maybe Antonia?”

Yelena shrugged, “No idea.”

“Come on, Yelena. An innocent man could die!” You exclaimed, exasperated.

Sometimes her emotional detachment drove you insane.

“If Val took the case he’s not innocent.”

“I know this dude, he’s a good man.” 

You were sure that whoever ordered this murder was someone with a vendetta against The Punisher and they didn’t want to get their hands dirty by doing the job themselves.

“And what do you want us to do?”

“Protect him.”

“You said you didn’t want to get involved in this life again!” Yelena exclaimed.

“I’m not gonna murder anyone. I'm going to stop someone from being killed." You defended yourself..

“Who is this guy anyway?”

“Frank Castle.”

“The Punisher?” Yelena's eyes widened in surprise. Oh, so she knows him. “He’s a 40-year-old man with military training, I think he’s more than capable of protecting himself.”

“Not against one of us,” you said. Yelena looked at you, “Do you think another widow is going to balk when she has to pull the trigger and put a bullet through his head with a sniper rifle?”

“Ты и твой героиновый комплекс,” she murmured under her breath.

“пожалуйста сестра,” you pleaded

“Do you have a crush on this guy or something?”

“What? No! I just told you he’s my friend’s boyfriend, and not only that but my boyfriend’s best friend.”

“You got yourself a boyfriend? Damn, girl, you livin’ the good life,” she made a brief pause, then asked, “Is he hot?” She wriggled her eyebrows and you let out a chuckle.

“He’s so fucking hot.”

You almost forgot what it was like to be on a mission —spying on someone, following their movements, watching and learning their weakness.  This time was different. For the first time, you weren’t learning the best way to kill a target. You were learning how to protect one.

You and Yelena found yourselves crouched on the rooftop of the building opposite Frank's apartment. From there you had the perfect view of his house and the street. He hadn’t left his place since you arrived a few hours ago, which made things a little easier. 

“There’s someone else there with him,” Yelena said, looking through the binoculars. 

You turned to her, “What? No one has entered the building since we arrived.”

“Maybe he was already there, just out of view.”

You took the binoculars from her hands and brought them close to your eyes. 

“Oh no.” 

Your voice betrayed you and it didn’t pass Yelena who started to swamp you with questions. “What? You know the other guy? Is he a threat? Should we intervene?” 

“What’s Billy doing here?”

It only complicated things more. God, you hated your life.

“Wait… Is that lover boy?” She took the binoculars from your hands. “Черт, он горячий. Вы точно знаете, как их выбирать.”

She then turned your attention to you. “Does he know?”

You knew exactly what she meant by that.

“No.”

“It's better that way.”

You turned to her, “Is it? Because I feel immense guilt every time I look at him. Every time he asks me about my childhood and I have to feed him lies, I feel like a horrible person. Especially when he has been nothing but honest with me.”

“If you had told him the truth he would have run out,” you looked at her, she paused briefly and then continued, “We’re not like Natasha. We’re not an Avenger. We’re not the trained killer on the cover of a magazine that kids call their hero. And you may have left this life, but this life never leaves you. The sooner you understand that, the better.”

You wanted to believe that Billy would have understood what you went through. He had to, right? Then why haven’t you told him.

“They’re leaving.”

Yelena’s voice pulled you out of your trance. Seconds later, Billy and Frank were walking out the doors of the building. Not much later, a dark figure appeared from a nearby alley and was now discreetly following the men.

“We have to go down,” you said as you reached for a wire to attach to the front of the building, but your friend reached her hand, stopping you.

“Wait.”

“Wait for what?”

You didn’t want to take any chances. You pulled on your mask and night vision goggles, concealing your entire face. You secured your grappling hook on the rooftop and started repelling down to the ground. You moved quickly and gracefully, making it look easy.

“ебать,” Yelena muttered under her breath before following your actions.

You didn't exactly land quietly; as you neared the bottom, you let go of the rope and slid to the ground. And the fact that there wasn't a single soul on the street didn't help either. Billy and Frank didn't have time to acknowledge your presence before Yelena landed next to you and another three people stepped out of the shadows, blocking their path.

“What the fuck?” you muttered to yourself. 

“What the hell is this?” Frank demanded..

“You pissin’ the wrong people off again, Frankie?”

The dark figure that had come out of the alley was still behind the two men, you lifted your right arm, the Widow’s bite ready to take the aim, and in the blink of an eye, an electrical discharge hit them. One down.

At this, two of the other persons dressed in black attacked Billy and Frank. Frank threw a punch at one of them, and Billy kicked the other one. The last one standing made a move toward you, but before you could hit them with a taser disk, Yelena took them out with a bullet in their skull.

The sound of the shot bounced off the silence of the street, and it only made the other two people who were fighting Billy and Frank fight harder. One of them pulled a knife from their suit pocket, and nimbly slashed Frank across the face, followed by a kick to the chest that staggered Frank a bit. In turn, the other fighter had managed to immobilize your boyfriend, forcing him to his knees and  aiming a Heckler & Koch P30 at his head.

Rage ran through your blood, “Я бы не стал этого делать, если бы я был тобой,” you stepped closer, “держись от него подальше.”

They laughed at you in response, which only infuriated you more. You sprinted at them, and with a swift flick of your leg, you knocked the revolver out of their hand, freeing Billy from their clutches. 

You took a  swing at the masked attacker, who easily blocked it and then jumped back to avoid the next one. You moved with grace and precision, as if you had been born to fight, and in a way, you had been. They were struggling to keep up, you could sense their desperation, and took advantage of it. 

You went for the kill. You delivered a powerful kick that sent the attacker against the building’s wall. They tried to stand up, but you had already moved in for the finishing move. You grabbed their neck and twisted it sharply, breaking it in one swift move.

When you turned to see if Yelena was okay, you noticed the one Frank had been fighting lay  motionless on the ground. He reached down and removed the mask his adversary had been wearing the entire time, revealing a young dark-haired woman no older than 30 years old.

So you were correct. They all were Widows.

“You know this woman?” He asked, turning to face your boyfriend, who was approaching him.

Billy inspected the woman's face and then shook his head. Then, the two men's attention was drawn toward you and Yelena. 

“Мы должны уйти. Наша работа здесь сделана,” Yelena said when she sensed their gaze on her.

“Oh dear, no one is leaving. The fun has just begun.”

That didn't come from any of you, but rather from a newcomer to the scene —a redhead in a white suit.

Why wasn’t she wearing a mask like the others?

A gun was visible in one of her suit's front pockets, and she held a dagger in her right hand. She moved to strike Frank, but you stepped in the line of fire, your body taking the full brunt of the impact. You grunted in agony as the cold dagger pierced your stomach and the redhead twisted it inside you.

The two men were frozen at the scene that had just unfolded in front of their eyes. Yelena screamed for you. She sprang into action and charged at the redhead, punching her and deflecting every blow and kick from her, eventually knocking her to the ground. The redhead was helpless and Yelena was filled with rage, her knuckles turning white as she grasped the woman’s throat. Yelena tightened her grip and squeezed, the woman's eyes widened in shock and then she was still.

Meanwhile, you were on your knees, bleeding on the street, the dagger still piercing your stomach, your breath shallow and feeble. You felt Yelena kneel by your side.

“You’re gonna be okay,” she tried to reassure you, but it was clear from her wavering voice she needed as much convincing as you.

“Your friend needs to go to the hospital,” Frank said, concerned. Even if he had no idea who you were, you had saved his life for whatever reason. 

“Yeah? And what do we tell them?” Yelena’s voice was strained. She wasn’t a particularly  emotional person, but you also knew you were as important to her as she was to you. Yelena was fiercely protective of the people she cared about, and she was not going to let you die. 

She helped you get up on your feet, carefully. You clenched your teeth, trying not to scream from the pain. Yelena supported your weight and began walking along the street.

“Where are you going?” This time was Billy who yelled, incredulously. 

But even if you were walking at a slow pace, the men did not try to stop you.

“A little help here?”

She quickly ushered you and Yelena inside, her mind racing with questions.

“What happened?” Karen asked, struggling to keep her voice steady. “We have to get her to a hospital.”

“N-No hospitals,” you said weakly, as Yelena gently placed you on Karen’s couch

“Are you going to tell me what happened, Y/N?” Karen inquired once again.

“She saved your boyfriend’s life,” Yelena dropped the words venomously. Even if she didn’t know Karen, she couldn't help but be disgusted by her. It was your friendship with the journalist that made you jump between her boyfriend and that fucking knife. So yes, she blamed her for the whole situation you were in. 

“What? Someone tried to kill Frank?” 

So much information for Karen to comprehend all at once, and then more knocks were pounded on the door. 

“Karen, open the door!” That was Frank’s distinct voice.

“Do not open it,” Yelena snarled.

Karen turned to face you, then to the door that Frank was hammering on. She didn’t know what to do.

“Karen, open the goddamn door!”

She sighed. She didn’t have a choice; if she didn’t open the door she knew her boyfriend would break it down. 

“Are you okay?” It was the first thing he asked when Karen opened the door to welcome him into her apartment. He grabbed her face and looked at her concerned. After the incident he just experienced in the street, he thought if someone had gone after him, they might have also gone after his girlfriend. And he couldn’t let her get hurt. Not because of him. 

Then he realized there was something wrong. He withdrew his sight from his girl, and it fell on you, and on Yelena who was attempting to keep you awake. Then your gaze is drawn to your boyfriend, who is standing on the threshold. And you could tell by the look on his face that he had connected the dots. And you knew there was no going back from this point forward.

“It was you,” he said, his voice was calm but you knew him well enough to know there was anger behind those words.

“What the hell, Y/N?” Frank shouted at you, “You could have gotten yourself killed.”

“I still can.”

“You ain’t dying,” Yelena retorted.

“And who exactly are you?” 

Yelena disregarded Frank's question and turned to Karen, “I need towels, alcohol, and a needle and thread.”

Karen nodded firmly and exited the living room.

“Are you going to pull that thing out?” Your boyfriend inquired, and while he was angry, he also sounded concerned. That offered you some optimism; maybe if you made it out alive, you still had a chance to work things out with him.

“You prefer me to leave it inside?” 

“You’re going to bleed out!” Billy cried out, raking his fingers through his disheveled. hair.

Karen returned with the items and placed them next to Yelena. “Are you alright?” She knew it was a stupid question to ask, but her brain wasn't functioning properly at the moment.

“Sure,” you said faintly, waving your hand, “I’ve had it worse.”

“No, you have not.”

You disregarded Yelena's rebuke, “Pull it out.”

“This is insane!”

Yelena turned to your boyfriend, “You have any other idea, pretty boy? ‘Cause we can’t go to the hospital.”

Billy looked at your friend, then at you. You wanted to tell him so many things, but mostly you wanted to apologize. You wanted to apologize to him for keeping this portion of your life hidden from him. Because you knew how important honesty was to Billy, and you have completely broken his trust in you. He sighed and knelt alongside you on the couch, holding your hand.

“It’s going to hurt,” he warned you.

“I can take it.” 

Billy was taken aback by how confident you sounded. Yelena grasped the dagger’s handle and for a few seconds that’s all she did, then she met your gaze. Silently telling her to go for it. And the last thing you remember is feeling an excruciating pain before passing out.

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Bad girls are the sweetest

A/N: hi! I can’t believe that I’m still waiting for my shadowban to be lifted (on my main blog @rogerswifesblog ) it’s been a month!😩 anyway, here’s a little something for y’all, I hope you’ll enjoy reading! Read the warnings first! Leave some feedback and don’t forget to reblog!:3

Summary: The avengers are pursuing a new enemy. For months. But finally they manage to catch them.

Warnings: Blood, Injury, enemy!reader, Violence (choking, not in the nice way), Insult, SMUT, crying, Squirting, Fingering, DP, MEAN!steve, dom!steve, sub!reader, implied subspace

Pairing: mean!dom!Steve Rogers x villain!(sub)!reader

"left, left! Go left," you heard Captain America's voice carry through the corridors. He was right on your heels. You had no idea how this could have happened. You were always one step ahead. You always knew everything, what to do next, where to hide and where to go. Everything went according to plan. Always.

But how did it happen that they suddenly found your hideout?

Suddenly something knocked you to the ground. It was a hard hit right against your back. "Ah shit...", you whispered quietly as you tried to get up. But just then someone grabbed you roughly by the arms. "Let go of me! Let go!", you growled, trying to hit the person holding you.

Somehow you managed to get up.

As you stood, you hit the captain in the ribs with a fine elbow, causing him to gasp, but it wasn’t something that would bring him down. It probably only made him angrier than he already was. That started the messy fight between you.

Just a few moments later you were on the ground. Mr.America was sitting directly on your torso, his knees pinning your arms down as he pressed his shield to your throat. "Now show us your face nicely, you monster," he growled as he ripped your mask off of your face and tossed it aside.

"What...you're a…woman?" he muttered, visibly surprised. You took advantage of this to kick him in the back with your knees as he didn’t pay attention anymore. As he fell forward, you pushed his shield away and spun with him.

"Never heard of women being killers too? Let’s see…maybe I can have a chance...to kill Captain America?", you whispered as you pulled a blade from your belt. This you pressed to his jaw, drawing a bit of blood from a little cut.

"Too bad you have your helmet on...then I could see your face while I pressed the knife into their chest. Slow and agonizing," you whispered against his ear.

He could throw you off him. Effortlessly. But he didn't. Out of fear? Most likely. (Not really)

Just as you pointed the knife at his chest, something hit you in the shoulder. Then right in the torso. With a pained gasp, you fell off of Steve as electricity coursed through your body.

"I knew you had a very specific taste in women," you heard the blackwidow ay. But the next moment, your eyes fell shut as well.

"Yoo-hoo wake up," you heard someones voice, as if through cotton. Someone tapped lightly against your cheek. Which made your head fall to the side.

You were sitting on a chair. Your arms were bound to the backrests. So was your upper body. Your legs. Everything possible was tied to the chair. It definitely wasn't comfortable.

Slowly you opened your eyes. Your gaze fell on the table in front of you. On the hands, which were leaning on the table.

"Where...where am I...", you mumbled.

"Ah, not so cocky and sassy anymore, huh? I'm sure the electric shocks weren't the most pleasant thing," Stark mocked you.

"You know, everyone thought we were tracking another Hydra agent, but I had a feeling it was someone else. A murderous woman. How many kills were there? Fourteen? Fifteen?" he continued talking. The corners of your mouth twitched upward.

"Twenty-eight," you spoke quietly as you lifted your gaze and looked directly into Stark's eyes. You saw the startled, as well as frightened, twinkle in his eyes that he tried so hard to hide.

He slowly straightened up. "Hmm, anyway-if you're not Hydra, then why are you doing it? Who told you to do it?"

You remained silent.

You spent the next half hour in silence as well. No matter what questions fell from Stark's lips. For the last fifteen minutes, you didn't even look at him. (Which definitely frustrated him.)

"All right. Have a nice night then," with those words he left the room. The metallic grips around your body opened. Slowly, you stood up. The room was very...well, definitely not homey. There was nothing. Only the table, your chair and an uncomfortable looking, small bed. You thought Stark liked to show off his richness.

Apparently not in the cells. Or whatever that was.

Slowly you sat down on the bed, sighing.

That's how the next few days went.

Tony Stark tried to get something out of you, but couldn't. Nothing. At least they brought you fresh and comfortable clothes everyday. Besides that the bathroom was also amazing, the shower head had great pressure and the water was hot. After months of hiding it was like heaven to finally be able to take a hot shower.

"Okay, Stark, maybe she needs a woman-to-woman talk," a female voice sounded from the ceiling. After that, the red-haired woman came into the room. Romanoff.

Sighing heavily, Stark stood up. "I don't have the nerve for this anymore. You have her all to yourself," he spoke as he left the room and closed the door behind him.

You looked back at the table again. Natasha sat down on the chair in front of you. "Y/N, right?" slowly you looked up, Natasha had a small smirk on her lips. "It's not getting any better for you. Either you talk or you stay here-" "and if I talk I get put in another cell? Thanks, then I can stay here too. It’s actually quite nice," you shrugged and looked away.

She was silent for a moment. "No. They can help you. you just have to say why you did it-who told you to do it. I wasn't always an avenger either," she spoke quietly. "You were in the RedRoom, I know...I heard your name a lot. Everyone knows you, Romanoff. But now you can go. I won't say anything. I don’t give a shit about your sappy story"

Rolling her eyes, she leaned back and crossed her arms in front of her chest. She remained sitting like that. For twenty minutes, probably thinking she’d be able to make me talk with her sharp gaze.

"All right, have it your way," she too left the room and you watched her go.

Standing outside the room was Steve and Natasha talked to him for a moment. What about you didn't know. Nor did you hear their conversation. "She's really not saying anything, Steve. Maybe you should go inside?" suggested Natasha. He, however, shook his head.

"I don't want to talk to that psychopath-bitch. She tried to stick a knife in my chest-and explained how she’d do it, too. So I certainly don't want to talk to her," he countered, with a stubborn tone. "Besides, I don't think there's anything good in her. She seems really vicious. Not like you or Bucky. She did everything because she wanted to-" "Steve, we don't know. Maybe she was threatened, or maybe she really didn't have a choice. Come on. Give her a chance," Natasha interrupted him. Annoyed, he looked at her. His jaw still having the remains of a slight scratch, which was almost healed. Still, you could see that there had been an injury there.

Shaking her head, Natasha walked away.

The next day, Natasha came back to your room. "Do you need to go to the bathroom?" she asked. Every day they asked the same question a few times a day.

When you left the room you were handcuffed. A sly grin formed on your lips as you walked past Steven Grant Rogers. Most of the time he wasn't there when you left the room, not wanting to see you at any point. "I see your pretty face has recovered....by the way, you look much better without that helmet. Would almost be too bad to hurt that face...almost," you added quietly as you walked right past him.

Unexpectedly, Steve grabbed your arms and pushed you roughly against the wall. A painful escaped your lips as your back hit the wall, hard. Automatically, Romanoff grabbed his arms, as did Stark, who had been standing close.

"You better shut your mouth, bitch," he hissed close to your face. It was apparently a rare sight to see Captain America like that, as Natasha and Tony looked surprised and maybe even a bit frightened. "Anything else, Captain? Are you locking me up? Nothing new," you growled back, not wanting to give him any satisfaction by scaring you. Even though you felt like your heart was about to spring out of your chest. And Steve definitely heard your increased heartbeat.

One of his hands reached for your neck. "Hey hey Steve. Take it easy," Tony now interfered as he tried to pull him away, again.

You felt the grip tighten. It was hard for you to swallow, to breathe. "Trust me, there are a lot worse things that could happen to you, little one," he growled.

"FRIDAY just told me you needed my he-Steve!l what the fuck are you doing," the Winter soldier's voice rang out. He pulled Rogers away from you forcefully, as he was the only one strong enough who could actually overpower Steve.

Immediately you gasped for air and slid down the wall. Carefully you caressed your neck with your hand. Barnes pulled Rogers away with him, hitting the back of his head several times with his human hand. >>You're such an idiot, you know that? Really an idiot. Idiot. Idiot. Idiot. She may be a killer but she’s still a lady<<

That day you were not interrogated, but instead moved to another cell/interrogation room. A more comfortable one. You definitely wouldn’t tell them anything.

The next day, Stark came to your room. "So, do you want to say something? Come on, we'll help you. I promise. Even Barnes is a free man now," he spoke as he sat down.

Silently, you crossed your arms and turned your head away.

"Alright...are you alright? About...you know? Yesterday?" he said more cautiously now. You scoffed. "Because of what? Ah you're talking about dear Captain America almost strangling an inmate? I'm fine. Now get out of here," you hissed.

Tony said nothing more, just nodded quietly, before leaving the room again.

You were alone until the evening. Only Natasha came by briefly and brought you something to eat. You didn't really talk, but it was relaxing not to be bombarded with questions.

After you had eaten quietly, you laid down. But you could not sleep. You felt like you were being watched. You were aware that there were cameras everywhere, but it was different. It’s like…you could feel a presence.

Slowly, however, your eyes fell closed-but not for long, as the sound of the door handle jolted you out of your nap.

It was too late for questioning. The light were off. What the hell?

"Who is it?", you asked into the darkness. No answer.

Suddenly, someone stopped in front of you. Immediately the smell of his aftershave filled your nose. warmth spread through your body "Rogers," you said harshly. "What do you want a-" before you could finish speaking you felt his hand around your neck again, making you gasp quietly.

It wasn't easy to intimidate you, but he managed. Especially since you were alone now. No one was here to hold Steve back.

Fuck.

"Not so smart anymore, huh? That's good...you should start being obedient…you're such a brat," he murmured close to your ear, his grip wasn’t as hard as the last time.

You tried to kick him right in his crotch with your knee, but he dodged.

"Brat, behave or you won’t like what’s coming," he hissed. You tried to back away from him, but this caused Rogers to press you tighter against the wall. You were still sitting on the bed, while he was towering over you. Using his strength and position to intimidate you.

"did you hear me?" he growled as he lifted your head a little. "I hate you," you croaked as hatefully as possible. As his grip grew even stronger, you whimpered. Now you were getting scared. You couldn't breathe. His grip was too strong. Painful even.

Your hand went to his wrist, causing him to hold it a little looser. "Behave." He hissed those words in your face. You felt his breath against your skin. Your lips. You felt goosebumps on your skin.

"Nev-never," you croaked.

Steve made an unexplainable noise. Similar to a growl. You felt hot. And cold. Both. A tension built between you two. "Someone needs to teach you some fucking manners," he growled so close to your lips you could nearly taste him. "You can try. Captain," you spit back.

He pressed his lips hard to yours in a bruising kiss-almost violent kiss, too much teeth, completely stealing your breath. His teeth came into contact with yours. It wasn't a gentle kiss. Not even close. It was hungry, desperate.

Your hands gripped his shirt, holding onto him like he was the last thing holding you above. His hand slid from your neck to your hair, grabbing it harshly.

Briefly, he let go of you, stepping away from you to look at you.

"Strip. Now," Steve spoke as he took another step back, crossing his arms over his chest.

You slowly stood up, but did nothing. A small smirk on your lips. "Fine...then I'll help you," with those words he grabbed your shirt, ripping it in two. Surprised, you sucked in a breath, while the two pieces of clothing fell to the floor. This made Steve laugh in satisfaction.

"Take your clothes off or everything will end up in two pieces," you hesitated briefly, but when he reached for your pants you immediately unzipped them and pulled them down as fast as you could, just leaving them on the floor.

"That's good…such a good girl. Very good," Steve spoke as he took another step closer. Gently, he caressed your cheek with his fingertips, then slowly down to your neck, along the bruise he caused days before. “I'm sorry my sweet girl, but you just…were such a brat…made me lose my temper...I didn't mean to hurt you, sweetheart," he spoke softly as he began to spread light kisses on your neck.

A gasp of pleasure escaped your lips. Then a soft whimper.

And Steve could get used to it.

"Now how about you get on your knees and do something useful with that mouth of yours?" he spoke in a deep voice that made your blood run hot. Slowly, you nodded. Your hands slowly stroked along his chest to the zipper of his jeans. You opened it slowly.

"And if I don't?", you murmured against his neck, letting your lips gently touch his skin. "That's what I was hoping for," with those words he slowly sat down on your bed. Not saying a single word.

Confused, you turned to face him, not understanding what he was doing.

You thought he’d maybe…fuck your face or something? Why was he sitting down? Would he ignore you now?

He pulled you closer to him, but threw you over his lap the next moment. Your cheek was buried in the pillow while he lightly stroked your butt. “If you say red, I’ll stop. Remember this,” “Okay, but why-“ Suddenly, a smack. "Ah-what-", the next blow didn't let me finish. “Count it sweetheart or we’ll start over.” You nodded quickly, counting the third slap, when his palm touched your ass. Fuck, his hands were huge. And he really wasn’t gentle with you.

Tears filled your eyes by the fifth hit, while your sobbed out your words. He didn’t go easy on you. Not at all. And you could tell he enjoyed it, by the feeling of his hard dick pressing against your hip. Your skin would probably be bruised tomorrow but…but it felt so good. You could feel your pussy throb. The pain only added to the pleasure. Fuck.

“Mm, doing so good, sweetheart. Taking your punishment so well”, he mumbled after the ninth one. At this point you were crying. The tears were streaming down your face into the pillow beneath you, but Steve didn’t care about it. He even enjoyed it. Very much so, feeling as his hard dick was throbbing against your hip. Trapped beneath the tight material of his jeans.

Your ass felt sore and tingly everywhere. You wouldn’t be able to sit tomorrow. God, it was so painful. And yet you felt how much your pussy was dripping with need.

Then you felt his lips on the sore spot. A filthy kiss, which made you sigh quietly into the pillow. His fingers stroked along the wet spot of your panties. Lightly he pulled on it, watching your pulsing cunt before letting it hit your skin again, making you jump in surprise. You let out sounds of strangled pleasure: a gasping, keening, moan. You were losing control over yourself and Steve was enjoying all of it.

At this point Steve felt how his dick leaked pre-cum, dampening his boxershorts, while he rutted lightly against your hip. The damp spot getting larger with every second.

"Why do the prettiest ones have to be so…evil?" he murmured against your skin. A giggle escaped you. Why, you didn't know, but you felt your blood rush to your cheeks, making you blush an unbelievably deep shade of red.

He rubbed with two of his fingers along your pantie clothed slit, pushing slightly into your wet hole, making you whine into the pillow.

"Please."

As that one word escaped your lips he stopped moving his hand. "How quick you’re learning, sweetie. You’re my perfect sweet girl, aren’t you?" You could tell by the tone of his voice that he was grinning, but you didn’t care. You just wanted to feel him. Feel something.

He pushed your panties aside and let one of his fingers glide between your wet folds. You could hear your own arousal and the squelching sound while he rapidly pumped his thick finger inside your throbbing pussy. You moaned softly into the sheets, finally feeling him stretching your hole. "Fuck," you gasped. "Tz tz, language, you want another spanking?" immediately you shook your head, whimpering.

"Please-don’t- just…just...touch me...please...more," you continued to beg. This time you didn't care anymore. You wanted him. All of him.

Steve added a second finger and started stroking over your sensitive spot. A squelching sound with every thrust. You couldn’t stop the quiet moans leaving your lips. "Mmmm...you feel so good...I can't wait to fuck you," he mumbled, kneading your sore ass cheek with the other hand. His words elicited goosebumps on your skin.

For a moment he stopped moving his hand, just rubbing along your velvet walls. When he started rubbing your g-spot your whole body trembled, especially your thighs, while you tightly grabbed the pillow underneath you. The pressure sends a shock of heat through your system.

"Mmm...you're so ready for me already. I bet I could just fuck into you ...effortlessly…and even if I couldn’t…I’m sure you wouldn’t mind getting it a bit rougher, Hm?" he spoke as he massaged the spot inside you, making you mewl pleasurably. "Baby, close your mouth. you’re drooling," only now did you realize your mouth was open. Immediately you closed it with a >click< sound of your teeth. Once again you felt blood rush to your cheeks. You couldn’t believe how much control he had over you, just by using his finders. You should feel embarrassed by the lack of control over yourself but you couldn’t even think about that right now.

"I asked you a question" "Yes, please...please move...fuck me-just do whatever you want", you sobbed, trying to nice your hips against his fingers. At this point you stopped listening to whatever he was saying. The only thing that mattered was for you to get off, especially with him pressing against your soft spot.

"You have to promise me something, Sweetheart. Tomorrow at the interrogation, you will answer all the questions. You will talk, baby, yeah?", Before he had even finished talking, you were already nodding vigorously. You felt humiliated being this needy, but you hadn’t been touched like this in a while and Steve seemed to know how to please a woman.

A chuckle came from Steve. "Perfect," he began to move his hand quickly, fucking you with his thick digits, while your arousal leaked out of your cunt onto his lap.For a moment his fingers left your channel empty and he watched your pussy throb for a moment, before licking over his fingers. "How sweet an evil bitch like you can taste," he bummed as he took his fingers in his mouth, slurping loudly.

Steve let his spit slicked fingers glide over your tight rim. The wet finger at your hole made you twitch slightly. He started rubbing at your hole. Your whole body shuddered feeling him slowly press into you.

You looked back at him for a moment, feeling how desperate you were for your release. At this point you felt overwhelmed with everything that was happening around you. With what he was doing to you. While his hands roamed over your body, you couldn’t stop the moans escaping your lips.

Then you felt the other fingers press once again into your waiting pussy, hitting the special spot with a hard thrust. Especially when he stimulated your other hole you opened my mouth in a silent moan, clutching the sheets in your fists. Steve's gaze was drawn to where his fingers were disappearing into your holes, sucking him in.

"Please Steve, please...I...", you tried to say something, but nothing besides moaning left your lips. Then his other hand slid to your clit and this was enough for you. Unexpectedly a shuddering orgasm rushed over you, a blinding pleasure washed over you, making you sob out Steve’s name. Your release squirted onto Steve lap, drenching his pants.

You never had such an orgasm before. Never felt so overwhelmed like you did right now. For a moment you couldn’t even open your eyes. You hadn’t even noticed how much your legs were shaking.

"...Hey sweetie, come back to me...baby...", Steve's voice sounded like you'd have cotton around your head. You felt so incredibly light. Slowly, you stopped giggling. Giggling? Why were you giggling? "That was really hot, you know, my pretty girl?" he murmured into your neck. "Did you know you could do that?" he asked with a certain pride in his voice.

Slowly he laid you down on the bed. When he got up you saw the big wet spot on his pants. You felt heat rush to your cheeks, probably pairing them scarlet, not being able to meet his gaze.

But you heard his belt buckle being opened and falling to the floor, making you lift your gaze to watch him for a moment, while he pushed his jeans and boxers down. Enough for his hard dick to spring free. He was big enough for his dick not to curve upwards, it just hung down, even in a completely erect state. It looked as thick as his wrist, with lots of veins showing and glistening from all the precum he was leaking.

You licked over your lips, watching as he stepped closer right before you, grabbing his cock with one hand and stroking his length. The amount of pre-cum made his movements smooth while he pumped his dick, moaning quietly into the darkness.

“Come on pretty girl, on your knees”, he mumbled, already helping you sit up on the bed. You sat back on your heels, sliding closer to the edge, letting his tip rub along your lips, leaving the taste of his pre-cum behind.

He watched as you licked his taste of your lips, before opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue to show him what you wanted. Please him. Let him fuck your face. Let him use you. Whatever he wanted to call it. You just wanted to feel him.

“You look so pretty like that…bet you’re even prettier with my cum all over your face”, moaned the man, pushing his dick between your lips and thrusting deep inside you, before slowly pulling away. He repeated this a few times, always hitting the back of your throat with his tip. He stopped for a moment. His heavy cock throbbed in your mouth, your tongue licking over the veins you could feel on the underside of his length.

Steve watched as you suckled and licked happily at his cock, like it was your only purpose. And maybe it was.

“My sweet girl. You just needed a cock to start behaving like a good girl, huh?”, he mumbled in a degrading manner, but you didn’t care. You probably should feel humiliated or some other kind of degraded but truthfully…you loved it. If you could stay like that, you would. Just being his good girl. His toy. His cumdump. Whatever he wanted you to be.

Shoving his dick once again deeper into your mouth, you moaned around him feeling so full. You tried to move your head a bit faster, trying to get him deeper into your throat but it only made you gag. Steve moaned, feeling your wet mouth, especially when you started fondling his balls. He couldn’t stop himself from thrusting deeper into you, making you deep throat him.

You could already tell your jaw would be killing you tomorrow, but all that mattered was making Steve feel good.

Steve grabbed your hair roughly fucking harscher into your mouth feeling his climax approaching. Before he could shoot his load in your mouth, he quickly pulled out, starting to stroke himself quickly, till he was painting your face with hot ropes of thick cum.

After coming down from his high, he let go of your hair and also pulled his pants back up, tucking himself in. “Such a good girl. You just needed someone to take care of you”, he grinned slightly, before cupping your face with his hands and massaging his cum into your cheeks and smearing onto your bottom lip, repeating it after you licked it away, humming quietly. You seemed content and even somehow relaxed.

He liked seeing you like this.

Especially coated with his cum. Being marked.

“My pretty girl”, he whispered, making you nod unknowingly. He grabbed one piece of the ripped shirt and wiped away the remains of his release, while you looked at him from under your eyelashes.

He leaned down to you, pressing his Lips softly onto yours. The kiss was different from the one before. A little slower and gentle. Very intimate.

"Get some sleep. You need rest before tomorrow's questioning. And keep the promise or your next punishment won’t bring you to an orgasm," he breathed against your lips, a smirk creeping onto his face. He moved away a little to give you a kiss on the forehead, then pulled the blanket over your body.

Exhausted, you didn't even have the strength to protest, just nodding silently.

At the door, however, he stopped again. It was dark, but you saw him grinning. "See you tomorrow, sweetheart" "Night, Steve...", then he closed the door behind him.

The next morning you were taken to the bathroom by Natasha to get ready for the day.

When you came back you sat down in the chair and waited for Tony, who usually tried to question you.

The door opened and someone sat down in front of you. Somehow you felt a shift in the air. A tension. "Who hired you?", you heard the smirk in his voice.

Immediately you raised your head.

Since when did Steve question you?

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My Lover/s (Eventual WandaNat X reader)

Fic Premise: Fic will start with an established soulmate Omegaverse relationship between a civilian (Omega Fem) reader insert and an avenger (Alpha) Black Widow. Both of them are waiting for their third soulmate. At some point, after some gratuitous smut and fluff, Reader is kidnapped by Wanda during an engagement with the avengers (Hydra removed her other alpha's mark? or something to that effect), and Wanda edits her memories of Reader to make her believe Natasha was her abuser. Finally, after some more gratuitous fluff and smut and angst on the side of Natasha, all three soulmates are united. And thats about as far as I’ve thought. Also if anyone has a way to make those handy masterlists that everyone seems to have that’d be helpful too)

Author's Note and Disclaimer: This is my absolute first fic. After consuming through some of the absolute fantastic works here regarding WandaNat, I thought I'd contribute my own to the treasure trove of Tumblr. This work is in various tenses and prose(much to my dismay). So please let me know anything I can improve on and what you prefer. whether it be short 2-3 sentences and then a break or longer paragraphs(My professors used to say that my reports had a lot of run-on sentences, so I tried shortening paragraphs) But umm, let me know and please feel free to take the premise above and write it better. (just tag me so I can read along)

Eventual Wandanat

Warnings: Slight Mentions of physical and psychological abuse, unhealthy relationship dynamics, strap-on use, orgasm denial, memory alteration(Eventual)  F/F, F/F/F. Heat/mating cycles, GxP(eventual) ( If I’ve missed anything let me know)

You woke up in the warmth of your alpha's embrace as Natasha hummed out a good morning as she drew meaningless patterns on your bare stomach. "Morning, my love." You whisper out. Her warm hands move up to cup your breasts, and you remember last night's antics and feel Natasha's strap on at the apex of your thighs. 

"Sleep well, Kotenok?" she whispered before peppering kisses into her mark along your neck. You groaned as her lips made contact with your scenting gland. "I always sleep well in your arms, Nat." You say, turning to face her. You'd been together just over two years, and you were still working on breaking what remained of the walls built around Natasha's heart by the Red Room.

You think how far your relationship has come since meeting the assassin from her refusing to acknowledge your existence after you served her shwarma after the Chitari invaded New York. You tried speaking to her as she left. Bruce and Tony tried to get her on to the side of sense. Her rejection left you feeling dejected and worse when your heat hit full force after your body detected your soulmate. And after two days of agony, Natasha finally put aside her pride as her rut was in full force. And while it certainly wasn't the bonding you imagined, Natasha seemed to accept your presence in the tower, but made no effort to further your relationship. You were there as a biological necessity not as someone worthy of love.

 It was only after you managed to pin her down. (By straddling her while she was engrossed with some mission reports, I don't think you could pin Natasha) And get her to speak to you honestly. She confessed that she was scared that she'd hurt you. The red room taught her that soulmates were a weakness, a liability, that no one could ever love them after everything they'd done. It broke your heart. But you kissed your alpha's tears away and assured her that nothing could stop you from loving her. You spent every waking moment with your mate reassuring her that she was worthy of love. You’d broken down the walls for the most part but despite Natasha’s Alpha designation she often needed the assurance that you wanted her”

As Natasha continued peppering your neck with soft open, mouth kisses, she pulled you flush with her with the side effect of her strap pressing against your clit. You groaned and involuntarily ground your hips to get some friction. You felt her smirk into your neck. "Is my little omega eager? 

Do you want to prepare my strap Detka? 

"Natasha, you can’t tease me like this. You have training with your shield recruits all day!" You whined as you ground your core into the veins of the strap. "I'm not teasing, love." She said as she rolled to the edge of the bed, shedding the duvet and carrying you to your ensuite bathroom. "There will be plenty of time for me to please that greedy little pussy of yours." 

You wrapped your legs around her back and your arms around her neck as she continued her mouth's assault on her mark on your skin. You heard the water spray, and you get on your own little offensive on her neck. You'd let those shield special weapons trainees that Natasha was claimed as you found her pulse point and sucked. She groaned, adjusting the spray and then activating the rain shower head. 

Meanwhile, she stilled your hips as you were unconsciously grinding against her strap. And she stepped into the shower, placing you against the... warmed tiles (She'd obviously adjusted the water spray to warm the tiles for you, and you loved how she paid such attention to your comfort) as the water cascaded down between you. You bucked your hips. "Come now, kitten. You need to use your words." 

"I need your strap, Nat!" You lead. "I don't know, love. I'm not quite convinced."She replied, rolling her hips, grinding the silicone into your mound. "Natashaaaaa." you cry out. "Still not convinced, kitten, but I'm not going to leave you aching all day.... not when I can't watch you squirm. How about my tongue?" Your eyes light up, and you nod eagerly. "I need words Detka." She tsks. "Yes, yes, please use your tongue Natasha." 

"Alright, love, I'll need you to engage your core here" as she adjusted your legs from around her waist to your calves hanging perpendicular to her shoulders, and she slowly knelt down till she was settled with you against the tiles in a wall sit and her breath against your swollen nether lips. She gave you a few kitten licks before your arms moved towards her crimson hair and tried to alter your angle of approach to stop neglecting your clit. As you let loose a symphony of cries and moans as her tongue makes its way into your snatch, and she finally moved her perfect nose to grind into your clit. And her tongue is replaced with her long fingers and her nose with her attentive mouth as she starts a vacuum around your clit. The coil in your stomach just coils tighter and tighter until it explodes, and your cum is lapped up by your adoring alpha as she eases the pressure on your clit while helping you ride out your release. She taps your jelly legs, and you slowly move them off her shoulders and stand on your own two feet as she rises up to claim your lips. You taste yourself as she plunges her tongue into your mouth. She pulls away and places her forehead against yours, and smiles. 

Your voice still shakey after your high "Only you would turn sex into a core workout."

 Natasha Smirks. "I'm quite proud of that, actually. It puts me on a time limit before you might start to cramp. Now how about an actual shower? And shall I put your usual breakfast order?" 

You tilt your head quizzically, "You're not eating?" 

Natasha smirks sinfully. "I already ate my breakfast." 

You roll your eyes. "Yes, I'll have my usual (your favourite breakfast food, bonus points for you if it is eggs benedict with a citrus-y hollandaise)"

Natasha took (Your favourite brand/scent) of shampoo from your copious shower shelving. And gave your breakfast order to Friday as she started a lather in her hands before directing you to turn around as she ran it through your hair. The head massage after being eaten out is literally heaven as after she's satisfied with your hair, she moves down to your neck, massaging muscles that needed a little loosening. You can practically hear her comment on how poor your posture is and dread what punishment she'll devise to fix it. (last time, it was balancing books on your head as she had you ride her strap, and for each time they fell, it was another day you'd go without her allowing you to reach release.) She used (your favourite) body wash to remove the evidence of your nightly activities. And use a light luffa to exfoliate your skin. After which, she rinsed you off, and you return the favour.

You loved running your hands through Natasha's shoulder length firey locks and smiled as you heard her purring. And after rinsing her off, she opened the shower door and used a warm towel to dry the both of you off as she inspected the hickey you left her. 

"Someone was extra possessive today." she remarked, the light bruising on her neck. 

"Well, you are mine, and I don't want any of your little trainees to think theirs any ambiguity." You say as she pads you down with a warm towel. 

A chime indicating that your breakfast was ready pings through the bathroom as Natasha moves on toward your shared walk-in robe. (And damn, did you hate to see her go but love to watch her leave) As she slipped into her undergarments and her catsuit. You got into some (Whatever you'd wear for a comfy day where you might see intrusive housemates) 

"I'll see you when I'm done with the shield dunderheads." Natasha whispered after kissing the crown of your head.

'Hurry, back to me, my love." You call out as she leaves, and your head to your breakfast. 

Authors note 2: Hello again, if you made it this far, THANK you so much for your time!!! Let me know what you think, what should happen next or if I'm terrible and should abandon this 

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  As the sun peaked through the window of the room around me i slowly come to rubbing my eyes. I lay there til my alarm goes off because i always end up waking up before it anyways so i just sit til it goes off. The room is filled by the sound of my alarm as it goes off and i reluctantly turn it off slipping out of my bed. Before i go and get ready for my day i make my bed placing the black and red pillows on top of the black sheets and comforter. After i straighten up my bed i groggly walk into my bathroom doing my routine consisting of brushing my teeth and hair, throwing my hair in a braid, very light makeup and whatever training clothes my eyes land on.

   Once im content with how i look i make my way out of my room and walk into the kitchen of the Avengers tower. I make my way over to the fresh pot of coffee that instantly brews more coffee once the old pot is done courtesy of Mr. Anthony Stark. After i finish making my coffee i walk over to the fridge staring in whats in it trying to decide what i want. 5 minutes go by when i suddenly feel two petite hands rest on my waist. As the smirk starts to form on my lips im suddenly overcome by chills as the person whispers into my ear.

"good morning kitten." she says completely taking me aback as my breathe hitches and i turn to face her my hands now in the same place that hers are resting. " good morning to you to Ms widow." i say the smirk growing more and more upon my lips. Me and nat have been together for well over a year but kept it a secret. Its only recently been that we've started to show a little more PDA around the group to kinda ease them into the idea of us being together. Its just been a little hand holding here and there along with sweet kisses on the cheek and maybe some casual sexual remarks as well. But in all honesty no one has asked anything about what is going on with us which is a surprise.

    Me and nat just stand in that position for what seems like forever but in reality its been like 5 minutes but thats the affect nat has on me. I swear whenever we are together i forget everything bad ive ever went through. Me and her went through the same thing... the red room. We met in training and we started sparring all the time to the point where we were perfectly in sync. Eventually that lead to us being partnered up together whenever they needed us. Since we were together so much feelings evolved faster than we could understand but thats what happens when you are in captivity with someone for over 2 decades. After nat escaped the red room and joined the avengers she had asked Director Fury to help locate and find me. Natasha tried to find me once she left but she had no luck so she enlisted help from the Director and the Avengers to help her do so. Once they found me and natasha came into the room where i was held she saw me as a shell of the person i once was. What natasha didnt know was that after she escaped the red room they had attempted to find her through me. They did everything in their power to try to get me to give up where she was but i didnt know. They eventually gave up and just used me as a punching bag for whenever they were mad because a mission went south.

   But after nat found me and i joined the Avengers i started working on what i had been through and getting through it the best i could nat being the one to really get me through it. All the feelings came back once we started sparring with each other again and one drunken hook up lead to the most amazing relationship me or nat have ever known. It was complete and udder bliss anytime we kissed, our hands touched and dont even get me stated on her eyes her beautiful fucking eyes that i could get lost in forever and just not care.

"kitten?" she said looking at me confused since i just stood there daydreaming "you okay my love?" she questions again as i regain my thoughts.

" yes baby im okay i was just thinking about us and how much i love you and just everything about you" i say gripping her waist a little tighter and bringing her as close as possible before placing a passionate kiss on her lips.

" everything you say? how about we ditch training and you show me how much you really love me." she says looking at me with i can only describe as siren eyes. i swear this woman could get me to do anything she wants just by giving me that look. as i stare as her in complete shock at how bold shes being i just shake my head til it almost rolls off my neck and with that she pulls me upstairs to my room.

  We make it upstairs and before i can even speak she pushes me onto the bed straddling me her legs on each side of me. She doesnt waste anytime as she tears the clothes from my body and throws them on the floor. Almost instantly she starts attacking my neck leaving all kinds of marks on me not caring if they are able to be seen or not.

" baby please dont tease me." i say breathlessly and i move her hand down to my underwear and directing her hand where i want it to be. Again she wastes no time as she rips off my underwear and spreading my legs and looking in between them with a hungry look in her eyes. She kisses my thighs and leaves marks as i move underneath her in pleasure. She takes her fingers and runs them up and down my core i jump slightly when she does at the feeling of her ice cold fingers. Eventually she attaches her mouth to my most sensitive spot and starts sucking as she adds to fingers in me.

" OH FUCK BABY!" i shout at the suddenness of her actions and i can already feel myself getting to my climax as she keeps going. I grab her hair in my hand and start grinding my hips against her face earning a moan from natasha. she adds a third finger and my insides really go crazy this time as she licks me and keeps pumping in and out of me hitting all the right spots all at once.

" right there baby... d-dont stop please" i manage to choke out in between my already hard breaths.

" you like when i fuck you like this kitten? hmm? you like that huh?" she says coming up to my face as she attacks my neck again while still going in and out of me. i shake my head eagerly

"words kitten use your words or else mommy doesnt know if shes pleasing you the way she should be. so now be a good girl and use that pretty mouth and speak." as she says that i can feel myself getting close to my climax. she has never spoken to me like that and i want her to all the time now.

" yes mommy it feels so good. im so close for you please dont stop." i say basically panting as i try to spit the words out wanting her keep going.

" thats such a good girl using your words for me." she says going back in between my thighs going back to sucking my spot and i grab her hair again bucking my hips as if ive never felt her fuck me before. she starts pumping into me again and i can feel myself clench around her fingers

" oh i can feel you getting close baby. you gonna cum for me? gonna be a good girl?" she asks me as i grip the sheets as tight as possible

" yes baby i-im gon-im gonna c-CUM!" i scream as i reach my climax my back arching as i sit there panting and dripping in sweat. she licks her fingers clean after i finished. she goes to get a towel to clean me up but i put it on the bed and bring her close to me instead

" that was amazing" i say placing a kiss on her lips

" but i thought i was supposed to show YOU how much I loved you." i laugh as i say to the red haired beauty in front of me.

" yea well i couldnt help myself my dominate side took over as soon as i saw you in the kitchen" she says kissing my forehead as i smile

" come on let me clean you up kitten." she says grabbing the towel and cleaning me up. after that i get dressed in clean clothes and we spend the night in our own world.

" i love you (y/n)" she says taking my hand into hers

" i love you more nat" i say cuddling into her.

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I Just Wanted To Play ~ Natasha Romanoff PART ONE

Warnings: barely proof read so it reads awfully, mommy kink, workaholic Nat/impatient reader, sending suggestive pictures, use of pet names (baby/detka/dove/princess/angel etc), Nat was straight up mean for a hot minute but makes up for it by being SUPER DUPER SOFT, alludes to sex but technically no actual smut occurs

NOTE: this has 2 Parts… this part is angsty and fluffy and apart 2 will be very spicey smut 18+ only 😌😉

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Natasha had been working a lot lately. Too much, you thought. She would leave at the crack of dawn and work all day, then stay up late at night typing away on her laptop. You were not adjusting well to the distance between you two. You couldn’t help but feel a little neglected and forgotten. You had tried a few times to get a moment with her to yourself but seemingly, nothing could garner her attention as much as her case reports. You remained determined in your efforts though. After enduring another sleepless night and waking up to an empty bed yet again, you decided that today was the day you’d finally confront her. Or at least try as hard as you could to get her to finally pay proper attention to you.

You searched for the prettiest outfit you could find in your wardrobe and your eyes lit up at the sight of a short, pink sundress that Natasha had bought you last summer. It was laced with tiny frills around the skirt trim and neckline, which perfectly sculpted your upper body, showing just the right amount of cleavage. You dolled yourself up in your shared bathroom and gathered your hair into two loose French braids, just as you remembered Natasha loved. She used to braid your hair for you all the time and would always tell you how pretty you looked with a braid either side, “like my own little princess” she would say.

Satisfied with your look, you smiled to yourself in the mirror before pulling your phone out to take a selfie. Your phone covered your face in the photo but the strategic angle of the camera gave a perfect view of your chest, which you so purposefully pushed up in your position. A little teasing to dip your toes in, you thought. You sent the picture to her with a text

“hiii, do you like my hair? I did it just for you xxx”

Almost immediately after sending it, you saw that she had read the message. You excitedly awaited a response and watched as the blue dots danced around the screen before they disappeared completely.

Oh.

A few moments later, PING!

Finally! You thought

“Looks good”

Wait what?! What sort of lame response is that? Time to kick things up a notch.

———————

You quickly made your way dowstairs, eager to see your girlfriend. Your dress skirt flipped around as you happily skipped towards her office.

“Nattyyyyy” you sang upon entering but your gleeful smile was quickly replaced with a pout as you were not-so-welcomed by the sight of Natasha on the phone, holding her hand up towards you as a gesture to be quiet. You huffed before moving over to slump down onto the office couch. Your stare bored into Natasha as you tried to patiently wait for her to end the call. But you just kept on waiting, and waiting, and waiting…

Eventually you got bored and slowly made your way over to where she sat in her big office chair. You always felt that she looked so big and important sat in that chair. Standing behind it, you stood up on your tiptoes and reached out your arms to hold onto her but she just shrugged you off.

“I’m busy” she whispered before returning her full attention to whoever was on the receiving end of the call.

You huffed. You really didn’t want much. All you wanted was that one thing - to feel her close to you. How could she be denying you of that? It wasn’t fair. It was cruel, even.

You bought yourself around to the side of the chair and looked down at her, your pout only growing by the second. Swaying ever so slightly as you fiddled with the ends of your long braids, you expected just a little bit of attention but still… nothing.

“Okay, sounds perfect. Yep. Yeah, that works for us. Tuesday it is. I’ll just have someone on my team send you the remaining documents and as soon as they’re all signed we should be all set. Great. I’ll look forward to seeing you too. Take care.” Finally she wraps up the phone call but immediately starts picking up other scattered documents that buried her desk.

“Ugh Nattyyyyy,” you whine “come on now, I wanna playyyy”

“I’ve already told you that I’m busy baby.”

“But-” you felt the tears already threatening to fall “I realllllyyyy want t-”

“Baby. I mean it.” She looked up at you with a raised brow and sighed slightly when she saw how upset you were. For a moment you thought you had finally broken her but then- “Be patient and I promise we can play later. I’ve got to finish this important work”

“You said that yesterday.” You scoffed, rolling your eyes

“Don’t be a brat now.” She warned

And just like that, her attention was once again stolen.

Near-furious, you made your way back over to the couch, throwing yourself down with a squeal. “I just wanted to play.”

“Oh stop sulking. I don’t have time for this right now. You’re so needy!”

“‘M NOT NEEDY NATTY YOU JUST NEVER HAVE TIME FOR ME ANYMORE AND YOU DON’T EVEN CARE ABOUT ME AND YOU DON’T LOVE ME ANYMORE AND I JUST… I HATE YOU” you shouted hysterically before storming out of the room and slamming the door shut behind you. The heavy echo followed you all the way up to your bedroom where you fell to the mattress and let yourself sink into the sheets.

— that evening —

Since leaving Natasha’s office earlier, you hadn’t spoken to or seen the former spy at all. After crying off all of your makeup in bed, you decided to shower and then put on your favourite movie in a feeble attempt to make yourself feel better.

Instead of focusing on the movie though, all you could do was replay the outburst in your mind. Though the majority of what you had said truly did reflect the current gut-wrenching feeling of being unwanted and unimportant to her, you didn’t mean to take it so far. You had told her that you hate her. Why would you do that? You don’t hate her. Not in the slightest. Still, you weren’t ready to face Natasha and so, you felt yourself succumb to the sleep that your body was desperately fighting for.

You hadn’t anticipated sleeping for so long and much to your surprise, when you awoke from your nap, you were encased by heavy arms and felt the tickle of Natasha’s breath fluttering on your shoulder blade.

For a moment you had forgot all about what had happened in the office earlier that day. You bought Nat’s hand up from around your waist, kissing the back of it as gently as you could, still unaware or whether or not she was awake or asleep. You assumed asleep and so you lay there, sinking into her as much as you could.

“You’re up” spoke the redhead raspily.

“Mmhmm” you nodded before turning yourself around, facing her but not daring her to look at her directly. You sad expression resurfaced as you start to remind yourself of the terrible three words you a sneered at her.

Silence hung in the air for a moment before-

“Y/n, are you crying? Why are you crying baby girl?”

You breath hitched slightly as you heard the name fall so effortlessly off her lips. Nat bought her hands up to stop the tears threatening to hit the pillow. You nuzzled into the soft touch of her hand against your cheek.

“I’m so sorry.” You mumbled

“I know dove,” she whispered reassuringly “I know, it’s okay.”

“Natty?”

She hums softly in acknowledgment and averts your gaze to hers.

“I don’t hate you. I promise. I don’t know why I said that. I was just… upset?! And sad… and I know it’s no excuse Natty. I’m really really sorry” you started to sob again and Natasha just let out a small breathy chuckle.

“What?!” You asked “why are you laughing at me? You think I’m stupid don’t you?! You DO really not like me anymore, I knew it” and as you went to pull away from her she grabbed you, squeezing you closer to her.

“Don’t be so silly, my little baby. Don’t be thinking like that. I know you didn’t mean it, you were just angry. With me. And you have every right to hate me with how I’ve been treating you. I should be the one apologising. I’m sorry for calling you needy, I’m sorry for not making the time for you, I’m sorry for not treating you how you should be treated. I got so caught up with work, I had so much pressure on me these past few weeks and so many deadlines and I shouldn’t have shut you out… I’m so sorry angel, I just… I can’t look at you and not get distracted. I can’t even think straight when I hear your voice, or when you prance around in those gorgeous little dresses” her hand started to brush up against your thigh and you shifted slightly “all I can think about is touching you” her fingertips danced higher, towards your core. “and holding you” as her hands worked quickly to squeeze your ass and push you impossibly closer to her, you parted your mouth in an ‘O’ formation, a small moan slipping through your lips. “and tasting you” Natasha continued teasing you, bringing her hand up to your left boob and massaging it gently in her palm, the tips of her fingers occasionally twisting the peaked nub ever so slightly.

You could barely think straight yourself with the way her words rushed straight to your core. Arching your back into your girlfriend as she started peppering soft kisses down your jaw and neck, along the bow of your collarbone. Typically, Natasha was rather rough with you in the bedroom, she liked to push your limits and experiment with new ways to watch you wriggle and writhe beneath her - not that you were complaining - but still, there was something so satisfying about the feather light treatment she was providing right now. So soft, yet you both remained fully aware of the power she holds over you.

“You’re still my Natty?”

“I’m still your Natty, baby. And you’re all mine. I’m sorry for everything princess” she whispered, muffled against your pale skin

Breathing heavily you slowly draw your thoughts back long enough to register he sentence and respond breathily with “It’s okay Mommy”

Natasha practically growled at the nickname.

“It’ll will never be okay… but how about I try and show you just how much I do care about you and love you? See if I can make it up to you just a little?” She asked suggestively before kissing you with heavy desire

“Mm-finally” you groaned into her as you felt her hand wrap around your neck, squeezing slightly

— TO BE CONTINUED —

author note: hey y’all, this will be a 2 part little thing I do apologise however I PROMISE the 2nd part is very very spicey and delicious so… I hope you enjoy it 💞

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Kinktober List (2021)

Main Masterlist

Day 1: Breeding- Jimmy Darling

Day 2: Mommy kink- Peter Maximoff

Day 3: Thigh Riding- Bucky Barnes

Day 4: Dry humping- Kit Walker

Day 5: Bulge Kink- Steve Rogers

Day 6: Mutual Masturbation- Kyle Spencer

Day 7: Lingerie- Natasha Romanoff

Day 8: Office sex- Bruce Banner

Day 9: Accidental Stimulation- Peter Maximoff

Day 10: Cockwarming- Peter Maximoff (Not out)

Day 11: Praise Kink- Thor Odinson (Not out)

Day 12: Face Fucking- Kai Anderson (Not out)

Day 13: Spectrophilia- Tate Langdon (Not out)

Day 14: Dacryphillia- Kai Anderson (Not out)

Day 15: Voyeurism- James March (Not out)

Day 16: Hate Fucking- Bucky Barnes (Not out)

Day 17: Bondage- Jeff Pfister (Not out)

Day 18: Skinny dipping- Kai Parker (Not out)=

Day 19: Corruption- Wanda Maximoff (Not out)

Day 20: Aphrodisiac- Kai Parker (Not out)

Day 21: Apocalypse- Bucky B., and Loki L. (Not out)

Day 22: Car Sex- Peter Parker (Not out)

Day 23: Blood Play- Austin Sommers (Not out)

Day 24: Cam Show- Rory Monahan (Not out)

Day 25: Exibitionism- Loki Laufeyson (Not out)

Day 26: Costume- Peter Parker (Not out)

Day 27: Blackmail- Tony Stark (Not out)

Day 28: Caught- Wanda Maximoff (Not out)

Day 29: Gangbang- Loki Laufeyson (Not out)

Day 30: Power Play- President Loki (Not out)

Day 31: Monsterkink- Loki Laufeyson (Not out)