Dark Romance Natasha who “accidentally” bumps into you at a coffee shop after seeing you for the first time, crossing the street unaware of her staring.
Dark Romance Natasha who is waiting outside your apartment building and looking up at your window in her car while you assuming text back and forth.
Dark Romance Natasha who follows you around and learns yours way too predictable schedule.
Dark Romance Natasha who sneaks and puts hidden cameras in your place while you’re at work. Admiring every little detail of your apartment, from the clean clothes that haven’t been folded to the books littered across your living room. She takes a pair of panties as a memento.
Dark Romance Natasha who “keeps her distance” as she watches you in your natural element. All too familiar with your friends and hobbies once you invite her closer to your space.
Dark Romance Natasha who hunts men like prey. Her favorite kind? Anyone brave enough to talk to you when you go out. Anyone looking a little too long at her darling girl. And her favorite, your ex who still isn’t over you.
Dark Romance Natasha who scares you for the first time when she mentions something you never told her. Purposely letting you connect the dots on your exes “accident”.
Dark Romance Natasha who doesn’t take no for an answer. Even after you avoid her like the plague.
Dark Romance Natasha who traps you between her body and a hard wall. All too excited by the way your breath and pulse quicken. A clear smirk on her face as she leans into your neck.
Dark Romance Natasha who carves her initials into your thigh. Licking away any trailing blood and a proud smile from how you stopped trying to escape.
Dark Romance Natasha who fucks you with the handle on the knife. Licking off your cum before sheathing it back to her thigh.
Dark Romance Natasha who possessively fucks you. Whispering in your ear about how you belong to her and telling tales of all the people she’s hurt just to protect you. Each story bringing you closer to climax.
Dark Romance Natasha who you mistakenly fall in love with, because no one has cared the way she does.
Dark Romance Natasha who you would forgive over and over again. Feeding on the adrenaline that courses through you. Addicted to everything she does and everything she says.
Dark Romance Natasha who you’d do anything for. Taking a deadly turn to follow in her footsteps of passion and crime.
Summary - After another episode, you end up in the hospital, catching the eyes of Natasha.
Warning(s) - Chronic illness, Hospitals? There will be more in other chapters. This is a dark fic. Minors dni
Authors Note - This ones about Natasha. Let me know if y'all would like more Natasha focused chapters in the future.
Chapter 2: Here's to Hoping
The glow of the moon reflects off the nearby buildings as Natasha crouches on the side of the rooftop Yelena was on. She stares down into the building where room 3B would be. For a moment she doesn't move. She doesn’t move or breathe or blink, yet somehow her heart is racing.
“You’re very quiet, sestra,” Yelena observes, coming to sit on the ledge next to Natasha.
“Just thinking,” Natasha whispers.
“That’s what I’m afraid of.”
Natasha exhales, watching the smoke of her breath dissipate into the air.
“What went wrong?” Yelena takes out her earpiece. Natasha doesn’t want to speak yet, but she knows her sister won’t stop until she gets an answer.
“I told you, insufficient information, apparently he’s smart enough not to leave illegal files in his office.” She runs her hands through her hair, the red of it gleaming with the sunset.
“Sure, but you’ve broken into the Kremlin, there's no way some resident doctor outsmarted you.”
Natasha’s jaw tightens. “Yeah, well, it happens.”
“Not to you, sestra.” Yelena sighs, knowing Natasha wouldn’t respond anymore, so she drops it.
Natasha turns to the access door to make her way off the rooftop.
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The ride to the safehouse was tense. No words were spoken, but the heat of the failed mission lingered heavily throughout the car. Natasha’s fingers tap an uneven rhythm on the steering wheel.
Yelena sits in the passenger seat staring at Natasha’s profile as if she were solving an equation. Still, she says nothing.
“Typically, when you stare at someone, you do it subtly,” Natasha says sarcastically.
“I’m not typical, and neither are you.”
Natasha smiles faintly. “You could at least pretend.”
“I’ll figure you out, sestra.”
“Mhm.”
Out the window, the hospital lights fade behind her, and she catches herself glancing in her rearview one last time before forcing herself to focus on the road. The static on the radio was almost taunting her.
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Back at the safehouse, Natasha immediately heads up to the shower. The water hisses on as she starts to undress. She removes her hair tie before massaging her scalp with her fingertips.
Steam rolls upwards, fogging the edges of her reflection in the mirror until she looks like someone she doesn’t know. Someone softer. Someone slower.
She steps into the shower, the water that is supposed to relax her instead makes her think back to the hospital. All she can think about is the way you smiled at her despite the fact you were struggling. The way her heart raced just from looking into that room.
She tips her head back into the water, forcing herself to breathe steadily. This isn’t new. And that's the problem.
When she finally steps out, she wraps a towel around herself. Swiping the back of her hand across the mirror only reveals tired eyes and that familiar flicker she refuses to name.
“Damnit,” she mutters under her breath.
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Natasha pads down the hall with a towel around her shoulders. The safehouse is dark except for a dim light she left on. Yelena is asleep on the couch, one arm draped over her face. Natasha moves softly, as though her heartbeat might wake her.
She heads immediately to the kitchen.
Opens the fridge.
The cool air feels grounding as she practically sticks her head in.
She grabs a bottle of vodka before heading over to the table. The cap twists off with ease, and she takes a swig, exhaling slowly as the familiar burn warms her throat.
“Here's to hoping I’ll fall fast asleep tonight.” She whispers to herself, almost like a ritual.
Natasha turns on her laptop. She tries to tell herself she's doing mission reports and nothing more. The blue glow hits her face like a wave.
Of course she lied.
Before even thinking about it, she types what she remembers.
3B
20 Years Old
Cardiac Monitoring
Chronic Arrhythmia
Her fingers hover, some sane part of her screaming to stop.
The other parts screamed louder. Just one look.
She hits enter.
Files she knows she shouldn’t be looking at flicker across the screen. They have nothing to do with her mission and nothing to do with her target.
Just you.
In and out of the hospital. Frequent collapses. Episode triggered by stress and overwork. A pattern. A vulnerability.
Her chest tightens. Not with pity, no this is something else. Something recognizable.
She shuts the laptop as though it would erase everything she's feeling. The sound of the slam wakes Yelena.
“You’re brooding over there, stop brooding, it's too loud.” Yelena’s voice comes out deep with sleep.
Natasha forces a smile. “Go back to sleep.”
“I will as long as you keep that brooding over there.” She turns over before falling back to sleep.
Natasha lets out a sigh of relief, reaching for the vodka again. She takes a big swig before taking it with her to the bedroom. Throwing herself onto the old spring mattress, she lets out a deep breath.
After staring at the ceiling for a while, she flips over to turn the light out.
A/n: kinda wanna make a part two of this let me know if you want one.
Pairings: Stalker Fan!Natasha x Popstar!reader
Warnings: dub con, Nat has a dick, dark!nat, obsessive!nat, stalking, rough smut, some degradation (mainly the use of the term slut), mentions of violence, mentions of pregnancy, breeding kink, Nat is literally a mastermind in this lol.
Summary: Natasha is your biggest fan. Your only number one fan. Or so she thinks. What happens when she finally makes her way backstage?
You belong with Natasha.
How could you not see it? How could you ignore all the love letters she’s sent you. The flowers?
The redhead went to another one of your concerts, this time in Miami.
You’ve ignored her letters and gifts. So now she has to get to you personally. Luckily, she is a trained assassin. So she has the needed skills to get backstage.
After she enjoyed the way you sung and danced to your songs and thanked everyone for coming and wished them Goodnight and a safe drive home, her plan got put into action.
She was able to steal a map of the place, which included where your dressing room was located. Bingo.
Natasha walked up to a lone security guard that was standing in the darkness. She snuck up behind him and knocked him unconscious before taking his clothes.
She went behind a curtain and quickly changed into the security uniform. Throwing on the baseball cap, she was able to get backstage.
Roadies, other guards, assistants, venue staff all paid her no mind as she made her way to your dressing room. She smirked, it was all so easy. If she had done this already, she would’ve been living in your Malibu beach mansion with you knocked up with her children. Oh how she wanted to get you pregnant so bad. To see your body swelled up.
The assassin felt herself get hard under her cargo pants, and she bit her lip. Finally, she made it to your dressing room. Knocking on the door she heard your soft voice call “come in”
Natasha walked in and quickly locked the door. You looked to her in confusion. “What’s going on?” You asked.
She took her cap off to reveal her beautiful red bob.
Your eyes widened. Natasha Romanoff was in your dressing room? Why? Doesn’t she have a world to save.
“N-Natasha Romanoff? What are you doing here? You’re an avenger!” You couldn’t help but fangirl a little bit since hello, an avenger is in your presence!
The redhead slowly walked towards you till you were backed against the wall. You gulped nervously. “I wanted- no. Needed to see you.”
“Why?”
“Because, I’ve fallen for you Y/n L/n.”
“F-fallen for me? But we’ve never even met before?”
“That is true but I believe that you are my soulmate. And I want to get your pregnant with my children.” Her words alarmed you and before you knew it her lips were on yours. You tried to push her back but she was way stronger than you. And, the kiss felt good. You’ve haven’t been kissed in awhile ever since your boyfriend broke up with you.
You felt her grinding her bulge against your front. You gasped softly, feeling it through the thin material of your blue sequin dress.
Natasha began to kiss your neck and you moaned softly, letting her do whatever she wanted to you.
She pulled at your dress and slid down. Revealing you wore no bra.
“Dirty girl. No bra on stage? So these titties can just pop right out.” The assassin kissed down your neck and collar bone, before taking a nipple into her mouth.
You arched towards her, closing your eyes as you felt her suck and bite on the sensitive flesh. She switched the other one and gave it the same treatment as her hand creeped down inside your wet panties.
“Mmm, so wet for me.” She groaned, pulling them down swiftly with one hand before entering two fingers inside you.
“Oh!” You moaned as she entered them and started pumping in and out, going faster by the second. Her thumb rubbed your clit in circles and you kept moaning and crying out. “Shh, don’t want anyone to come looking for you and see you being fucked like a slut now do you?”
You shook your head with wide, teary eyes and she placed another passionate kiss on your lips as she fingered you.
You felt yourself getting closer to the edge before you clenched around her and let go, your orgasm washing over you.
“Fuck, that’s a good slut.” She pulled her fingers out and sucked them clean, moaning at the taste.
Before you knew it your chest was flat against the wall and you heard her roughly pull her pants and boxers off. It was a well known fact that Natasha Romanoff was packing. And well, you’re more than happy to experience it.
Her tip already leaking with precum, she teasingly slid it up and down your drenched folds.
“I can’t wait to get you pregnant, all filled up with my cum.” She moaned before slowly entering you.
“Fuck you’re tight. Oh my god baby.” Natasha started thrusting into you, and you tried your best to keep quiet. But it got harder and harder as she started thrusting faster and faster.
“Mmm…” your moans were muffled by her covering your mouth. She spoke dirty words in your ear.
“Look at you, taking my dick like a good slut. Bet you’re gonna be a good mommy too. Im gonna get you round and full of my baby. Then while you’re pregnant I’m gonna fuck you more and drink that sweet milk from your tits.” Your eyes widened, fuck, you’ve never wanted anything more in your life!
“Do you want that, babygirl?”
“Y-yes!” You moaned.
“How much do you want it?”
“M-more than a Grammy!” You couldn’t help yourself and she smirked at your answer. “That’s my girl.” The assassin started fucking into you harder and harder before spilling her hot, white load inside of your womb.
“Oh!” You sighed.
With her cock still in you, she turned your head and gave you a kiss on the cheek. “You have no idea how much I love you.”
And while you couldn’t really say the same thing back, you didn’t mind the circumstances.
summary: your stepmother, natasha, comes inside your room and fucks you hard while your mother is next door.
warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI dark!stepmom!nat, innocent!reader, rough smut, lost of virginity (r receiving), daddy kink, innocent kink, petnames, dirty talking, oral sex, fingerfucking, pervy!natasha, and natasha being a meanie in this one-shot.
notes: i will do one request tomorrow so i hope you enjoy this one! it’s mildly creepy but, you know, natasha...
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“How’s Y/n to you?”
This conversation of “How’s Y/n to you” has never occurred in their relationship. Ever since the redhead met you, she was instantly pleased with your presence and sweetness. She treated you as if you were her child, nothing more. But recently when you turned eighteen, something changed in the atmosphere. It’s like when the minute you blew the candles, her heart changed. Her breathing pace changed. She saw you as… something else that she cannot describe.
She cries to herself every night whenever she thinks about your pretty frail body, clinging to your stuffed bunny.
“What do you mean?” Natasha responded quietly in the air, flipping through the pages of her book that she was barely reading.
“You know how my daughter is, Nat.”
You were an eighteen-year-old child who still likes the idea of being innocent or staying harmless for that matter. You don’t like the image of ruining yourself until you no longer recognize what you are doing. It’s something Wanda adores about you, something she can appreciate since she doesn’t have to worry about you doing dangerous things in life. Natasha didn’t mind about it at first, and now it has gotten into her that she loves it when you’re innocent way too much. Sometimes, when she’s alone, her eyes would be roaming on your body, and how you would slightly jump at a sound or a wind that flushes your face. It makes her evil and despite her knowing you for the longest time, both of you knew that neither of you is related. So it made a better sense for her to like you more.
“She hasn’t done anything wrong,” she said.
“Peter has been hanging out with her a lot,” Wanda lays on her wife’s chest as she trails her fingers up on her arm, rubbing softly. Natasha closes her eyes at the memory of the boy holding your hand, smiling when you were hugging your stuffed bunny. “I think this is good for her, you know?”
Natasha couldn’t help but whisper: “Peter seems like he wants to do something to her.”
“What makes you say that?” she asked with interest; the redhead shrugs her shoulders instead. “No, tell me. Why are you saying that?”
“I don’t know,” she only sighs, closing her eyes once more. God, she wished that she would have never brought it up. But numerous images of you taking her strap-on was something she could not let go of. She clung to her wife tightly. “He seems like a nice boy, I’m sure he is. But Y/n is too fragile to be in a relationship.”
“But this is something we both wanted for our daughter, right?” No. I don’t want that. “Come on, baby, why won’t you just give him a chance? He has a pretty face.”
Even though a pretty face can be deceiving, you never know a man’s actions. You just don’t know what comes out next.
Natasha looks down at Wanda and takes a silence. She thinks about Peter, holding your hand, and bringing it to his lips. The idea of her hands curling into fists comes into her mind and all she wants to do now is to swoosh a punch on his pretty fucking face. She would say: Leave her alone! She’s mine! But that’s only a dream and a string of hope. No way it would happen.
Unless she makes her first move on her little girl.
Can she?
There’s another idea in her head that pops up, and this makes her stomach churn into knots. Her night would be obliterated.
“Go to sleep baby.” she whispers to her wife’s head as she kisses it softly, bringing her closer to her body until Wanda falls into her slumber. And once she does, the redhead slips out of the bed carefully and leaves the room with the door shutting very quietly. She pushes her newly dyed brown hair on her head and knocks on your door room.
She comes inside only to see you curled up in your bed in the tiniest cotton shorts, along with a navy blue spaghetti strapped tank top. She was aroused by the beautiful sight. All the things I could do to you right now, little girl. You don’t have any idea what I’m about to do.
“You sleepin’?” she asked, standing close to you. You shook your head and gave her a sheepish smile, making Natasha smile as well. “How’s my little girl doing?”
“She’s doing okay.” you murmur, kissing your stuffed bunny's head. Something about you kissing the toy’s head made Natasha think of the filthiest stuff that a woman could ever imagine. She tries her best not to touch your face. Or your arm. Or that naked leg of yours. She lets out a shuddering laugh, hoping that it wasn’t noticeable.
“That’s good, baby,” she whispers, smiling meekly down at you. “That’s good.”
“What are you doing here, Natty?” you entreated, ruffling your legs into the soft cotton white sheets underneath you that made your skin feel soft and not irritable.
“I’m just checking up on my girl, that’s all.”
You sat up slowly and placed your bunny in between your thighs, almost spreading your legs in general. But she liked the sight of it; she wants to touch your thighs and feel your soft skin against her rough hands.
“Have you drank your milk?” she asked with a deeper voice, you could hear how she was stuttering her words out. You smiled meekly and nodded. She licks her lips and sits down on the edge of the bed, her fingers pushing the strand of hair away from your face. She whispers, “You know, you’re always so good to your mommy. And I’m proud of what you’ve become.”
“R-really?” your eyes brighten from the sudden compliments. The redhead nods frantically, lowering her hand down to your jaw as she gently touches you. Of course, you didn’t mind it at first, but then something felt weird when she touched you. You can’t explain it.
“Yes,” she said. “I’m proud of my little girl. But there’s one thing that I want you to do, are you willing to do it?”
“It’s kind of late, Natty…”
“Are you tired?” she asked, you felt like she was being pushy, but you didn’t mind. You don’t know why you never mind about it. So you shake your head – she gives you a small grin. “Are you going to freak out when I say I want to kiss you?”
You furrowed your eyebrows and felt this deep weight in your heart. Your skin tingles, just as much as your perky ears. You looked at her for assurance and you wish to not look at her again; her eyes were darker now – her hand was on your inner thigh, touching you slightly. Gently. You were irresistible to her, there was nothing she could do but imagine kissing you on the lips as she takes your virginity instead.
“But isn’t that wrong, Natty?” you manage to speak, but your voice is high-pitched. Light. She shakes her head when you start to whimper and cups both of your cheeks, pulling you closer to her. “Natty, I don’t think this is right.”
“Aren’t you my good girl?” she coos, edging you to her wildest fantasies. You accidentally trapped her hand between your thighs, chanting sorry over and over again until you felt her lips on yours; you stopped moving. You stopped whatever you were thinking and let her mouth devour yours. It’s almost unreal, but you take it like the good girl you were for her. You tried pulling away from her wet subtle lips, but her hands on your waist kept you in place – generally, she’s telling you to stay put.
This was wrong, very utterly and dangerously wrong.
But your head screams Natasha, Natasha, my Natasha. My Natty bear.
“You have the softest lips from a little girl,” her voice sounds rough. Possessive. Yet you’re here sitting like a whore for her to take. She trails her hands upper to your tank top until she hears your mewls. “My baby, it’s okay. This isn’t wrong… I just want to touch you.”
“B-But–”
“Please baby…” she pleads with a whimper, kissing your cheekbones. “You’re my good little bunny, right? Come on, let me touch you.”
She presses her pelvis against yours until your head is met with pillows under you. Natasha towers over you as she attacks your lips again, this time groaning from the taste you both shared. You honestly couldn’t lie when her lips were sweet, vile, and delicious. You wanted her to touch you with her calloused hands, those big hands whenever she fucked your mother. If you must admit now, you want her to be yours. She places her hand on your right breast and squeezes it while kissing your lips, almost smearing her saliva all over your mouth.
“Oh my sweet bunny,” she lets out a loud moan that makes you feel obedient. She continues to touch you, like really touch you. “Gonna make your pretty head all fussy, that’s all I want to do. Let me fuck you, little one.”
“Will you be gentle with me?” you asked while fluttering your eyes shut when her thumb pressed against the cloth of your panties, you never notice that your shorts were already discarded on the floor. She removed her sweatpants and you could see she was wearing crimson loose boxers for girls.
“Of course,” she smiles down at you, kissing your entire face full of desperation that is roaring out of her body. “Just be a good girl for me, okay? If you want, you can hug Mr. Snuggles while I eat your sweet tiny pussy.”
“My…” your words trailed out, swallowing thickly down your throat. “My pussy?”
Natasha was already nearing your pink silk panties when she heard you say pussy. It greatly turned her on that she could feel her own cunt beating; almost pulsating at a fast pace. She nods and kisses below your stomach, bunching up your tank top. You reach for your bunny and hug it tightly, the fear and pleasure wavering through your veins. Something like this makes you wet, but also terrifying. But you kept your mouth shut instead and let her assault your body.
“Your pussy smells so good,” she lets out a particularly loud moan that bounces against the walls of your room, shushing her when your mother was by the next door. “It’s okay baby, she’s very knocked out. Spread your legs for me… c’mon.”
“I-I’m scared…”
“Don’t be baby,” she hooks her fingers to the hem of your panties and drags them down in an excruciating slow matter, kissing your outer left thigh. “Oh, that’s a beautiful little pussy right there, all mine to take…”
You love the idea of her being possessive over you. As if you belonged to her and never to your mother. There’s this small imagination in your head that she’s fucking you in her closet while Wanda is just by the corner, working on her papers. You want Natasha to bite your neck as she groans out your name, pumping her fingers inside of you at a harsh pace.
“Bite on Mr. Snuggles if it hurts, okay baby?” you nodded as she told you in a cooing voice, massaging your inner thighs as she looked down at your cunt. “My god, you aren’t shaved. It’s okay, my bunny. I love pure girls like you, I’ll shave this pussy my own and mark it as mine.”
There was no harm in that, right?
“No one has ever touched me down there.” you blurted out in bliss as your chest heaved. She lets out a bitter, coerced laugh and gives your pelvis an open-mouth kiss.
“Call me Daddy baby.”
“Huh–”
A sharp slap came into contact with your inner right thigh, you let out a small ah! As she massages the pain, her eyes never leave you.
She growls. “I said,” another slap came and you shut your eyes tight; whimpering in pain. “Call me Daddy. Little girls need a Daddy, right? So call me that.”
“O-Okay, Daddy.”
“Mmph,” she licks her lips once more and brings her finger to your folds, playing with your clit. You arch your back in the sudden touch, moaning like a bitch in heat. “Oh, Daddy! D-Don’t touch me like that…”
“But I want to touch you, sweet girl,” she clicks her teeth with her tongue and leans down to press a soft kiss on your clit, inhaling your sweetness. She mumbles, “My beautiful little pussy, you want to lick your candy up? Hm?”
“Yes Daddy,” you wipe your mouth with her hand, noticing that you were drooling like a puppy. But you were her kitten, she calls you kitty sometimes. “D-Daddy, please lick me…”
“Don’t tell Daddy what to do,” she harshly says, opening your folds up as she gasps quietly from the sight. You were pouring down for her, and your hole was tight – which she knew already. She couldn’t help but let out a guttural groan, “Oh my god, your pussy is so beautiful. I’m gonna fucking lick this all up…”
You hold your bunny tight to your chest as she kisses your cunt, licking and twirling her tongue all over your wet folds. The redhead closes her eyes from the immense taste that was seeping out of your home, she couldn’t wait but to slip her two fingers inside of you as you scream her name. Ah, Daddy! It’s burning up! That’s what exactly she wants to hear from your pretty little mouth, she slightly smirks to herself while eating you out from the brothel.
“O-oh my,” you pant loudly, roaming your hand through her soft short hair as you slowly grind on her face. “D-Daddy, you’re doing too much! I can’t take it… it feels so good!”
She spits into your hole and teases it slightly with the tip of her fingers, kind of examining what’s in there or not. She wonders to herself how undeniably tight you’re going to be; she could feel it already. Natasha whispers with a growl, “You’re going to be my little bunny slut? Hm?”
You nodded in a whimpering mess, she smiles with her teeth as she lifts herself up to kiss your lips – slipping her tongue inside of your mouth as you both moan at how good you tasted. She kisses you harder as if she’s eating your whole face as you part your legs wider for the woman, not giving a damn whether your mother comes in the room and sees Daddy fucking her sweet bunny.
“You’re so adorable,” Natasha says to you as she makes circular motions onto your hole, shushing you when you start to whimper loudly in the air. “Shh baby, shh… it’s okay. You’re so cute, the cutest little baby in the world! Hold Mr. Snuggles, okay? This is going to hurt…”
“H-Hurt?” fear flashes through your eyes as your throat feels parched when she said hurt. She only gives you a pout and kisses you hard for reassurance, whispering: “I’m not going to hurt you, little girl. Jus’ take Daddy, okay? Take Daddy’s fingers…”
She gropes your breast while her other hand is on your cunt, touching you softly while smiling down at you. This was cute to her, especially when you’re all vulnerable and bare – your mouth slightly open as her fingers touch your tight hole once more. She gives it a few minutes before pushing inside of you slowly, earning a shriek from your mouth which she quickly covers with her rough hand; pushing you down against the pillows.
“Baby, shh!” she looks down at you with furrowed eyebrows, not halting any time soon. You look down at your body and see her fingers trying to push more inside of you, turning you on even more. “Don’t tell Mommy about this, okay? This will be our pretty little secret, come on… don’t scream. I’m gonna fuck you so hard.”
When she finally fills you up with her fingers, she lets out an exaggerated sob into your ear as you clench around her. Natasha kisses your earlobe, her hips grinding against yours for friction. The feeling of your wet cunt around her fingers makes her crazy, insane, and highly a perverted woman who is eating out her wife’s daughter. That’s what she is to you, the only thing that she’ll ever be to you – and you didn’t mind the facts. You try to look at her eyes but her head was buried into your neck, so you held your bunny tighter on your chest, hoping that she’ll pull out and push in again.
“D-Daddy,” you whisper with tears in your eyes, sniffling. “Please move, take me!”
“Shh, baby please…” she coaxed, kissing your bare chest and pushing up your breasts together. Natasha chuckles lightly when your bunny’s ears were covering your cleavage. “Let go of Mr. Snuggles, baby. Let Daddy play with you now, you don’t need him anymore.”
You wanted to say no but you were so caught up that you didn’t notice Natasha throwing your stuffed bunny across the room, hearing a little thud! From a distance. You tried lifting yourself up but she pushes you back down again with her hand on your neck, grunting each time you move underneath her. “Daddy, it hurts! I-It really hurts, I don’t know if I can take it…”
“You will,” she whispers as she pulls out again, giving a few strokes to your cunt with her wet hand. “For me baby, okay? Just breathe through your nose.” she pushes again and lets out a loud moan into your ear, curling her fingers as you feel your entire body bolted with pleasure. “That’s it, fuck! That’s my good little bunny, take all my fingers… Mmph, you’re so beautiful and so cute.”
You do what she has told you and breathe through your nose, taking everything that she is giving to your cunt. You could only hear wet and squelching noises, making your walls clench tightly around her fingers – unable to move. She only groans at this movement, and decides to keep going with harsh snappy thrusts that make the bed rattle against the wall, but very quietly. And with the shake from your bed, she grunts and whispers in your ear, telling you how much of a slut you are for her, as you bite your lip down hard to not let out a loud whimper to wake up your mother.
“I’m gonna fucking keep your cute panties,” she whispers down at you with her forehead against yours. “And I’ll touch myself every night just thinking about you, not your mother. Mommy doesn’t turn me in the way you do, bunny… she doesn’t anymore. You do. Just keep yourself for me and never let a man touch you, okay? –Argh, fuck! – Oh god, I think I’m getting close…”
She gives three hard thrusts before you say: “Daddy, you’re going too fast! I-I can’t keep up, I feel something weird down there…”
“What is it, baby? Are you going to cum? Oh, I think you’re going to cum. Shh, let me go down little girl, I need to eat your cum.”
“But–”
She pulls away from your body and goes down on you immediately, pushing your legs up all the way to your chest as she gives a long lick on your folds; her tongue flicking on your clit furiously while pumping two fingers inside of your tight wet hole with force. You could feel your lower belly churning as you feel something weird and sensitive, you only began to realize that you need to pee. So you tell her, “Daddy, I think I’m gonna pee. L-Let me up, I need to pee!”
“You’re not going to pee,” she chuckled, eating your little loose hole with her mouth and tongue – pushing your legs once more. “I promise bunny, you’re not going to pee. Jus’ let it out, let it all out for Daddy…”
Your pathetic whimpers begin to come louder as you arch your back, your legs trembling from the shot of pleasure running through your veins, as your eyes close tight. Natasha continues to assault your hole with her mouth on your clit, watching you shake beneath her. You screamed her name, “Daddy!” as you clench around her fingers. Your body began to deflate and fell against the mattress with your heaving bare chest.
She gives one more kiss to your cunt and lifts herself up once more, laying down beside you and pulling you close to her body, kissing your face. “You did so well for me, my little bunny. You came all over Daddy’s fingers.”
You watch her lick all of your thick white cum as she moans with her eyes closed, lapping all of the excesses that came from your cunt with a deep groan coming from her throat. As soon as she was done, she leans down and kisses your lips, you could taste your own cum in her mouth.
“Are you going to tell Mommy about us, baby?” she asked, testing you out.
You shake your head, smiling shyly at her. “N-No, I won’t. I’ll be a good girl and keep my mouth shut, Daddy.”
“That’s my good girl,” she whispers as she pushes away the strands of your hair from your face, admiring your tired beauty. With the baby features that make you look beautiful, Natasha couldn’t help but cradle your head against her chest, whispering down at you. “Your Daddy loves you, okay? She loves you so much, that’s why I did this to you baby. And we will keep doing it from now on, m’kay?”
“Okay, Daddy…” you yawned, and your heavy eyes started to flutter close.
“Good.”
You walk out of the patio door with the blue polka dot dress on its prints that your mother bought for you, as you reach for Peter’s hand. He said that he was going to bring you two to the movies and you were thrilled, the memory of you walking to your parents’ bedroom as you asked for permission to go out with the boy. Your mother was happy about it and gave you fifty bucks for the movie, while your stepmother was not pleased with herself. You could see her eyebrows furrowing and her arms crossed tightly so that you could see her muscles coming out.
But you didn’t really care much, you were just so excited to go to the movies with your best friend.
“Natty!” you called out for her name as she was leaning against the doorway, smiling softly at you when you wrap your arms around her neck. As soon as you are about to pull away, she holds you close and whispers against your ear with a shrilling feeling down your spine.
“When you come home, I’m gonna fucking punish you and take you away from this town.”
You looked at the side of her face and gulped in fright. What was she trying to say? She’s going to take you away from your Mother? That’s not possible!
“W-What are you talking about?”
She pulls you to the corner of the room so Peter couldn’t see you both and groped your ass, pushing you against the wall while pinning both of her hands on either side of your head, you could see how angry she was. You never meant to make her that angry.
“Do you want me to hurt you?” she asked, her hand gripping your throat tight. “Hm? Do you want me to rip up your panties and fuck you here?”
“Peter is a friend, Natasha!”
“Don’t use that tone with me!” she yells quietly, looking on either side of the house to see if anybody has heard her scolding you. Then, she looks back and licks her lips, not knowing what to do with your bratty attitude.
You were whimpering, asking her to calm down, but she wasn’t. She was far from calming down. “You’re making Daddy very angry, and you don’t like it when I’m angry, because I will fucking hurt you. And you’re it’s not going to be pretty. So I’ll let you go out with him, have fun and shit. But when you come back, I expect you to be in your bed while I have your ass whipped. Do you understand me, slut?”
She never used that type of vulgar word before, yet you don’t seem to care. What scares you the most is that she has this power over you, and you don’t have anyone to run to. Not even your mother. So you nodded and she lets you go, dusting your dress with her hand.
“I would hate to ruin that dress anyway,” she laughs to herself, kissing your forehead. “Can’t wait to take you away from here, we’ll be together forever. Don’t you want that?”
She was coaxing you.
“I-I do want that, Daddy.”
She holds you close and pecks on the top of your head, appreciating the minty smell that you used. “Good. Come home soon, okay?”
You left the house with Peter, not knowing that Natasha has blackmailed Wanda into going on a business trip, so that she could take you away from New York and move to another state, or country. You never really know about her, she could do anything for you. And you’d just sit pretty with Mr. Snuggles on your lap.
TW: Toxic!Nat, Mob violence, torture, manipulation, Smut at the end, bad grammar and spelling errors, Natasha speaking Russian
!Disclaimer English is not first language so please excuse any spelling or grammar errors!
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The dark streets of the city I called home and dangerous, especially as a women like me. I made my way into one of the many bars of the city. The air was smoky and the lights dim, I was being completely honest, I didn't knew what I was doing there. Maybe it was because my family kept telling me to finally get a boyfriend. Of course I didn't like the thought of having a men in my live. I was an independent women who doesn't anyone telling me what to do and what to don't . But my stuck up family didn't get that.
I was sitting alone at the bar slowly taking sips of my beer. When suddenly the door of the bar swung open. Suddenly the crowd went silent, so silent you could've heard a needle drop. All of it just because a woman came in, she walked through the bar a group of four tall guys following her. Slowly the people started conversations again and I was utterly confused. Hardly a couple of minutes went by until I felt the mysterious women next to me.
"Hey there, pretty girl. Is that seat taken?" she asked pointing to the bar stool next to me. "Uhm, no. It's uhm free" I was beyond nervous and I didn't even know why. The women now sitting next to was wearing a withe blouse neatly tugged in her her dress pants.
"Can I buy you a drink, pretty girl" Her green piercing eyes looked in mine. Only now I saw the beauty of her face which was before hidden by her hat. I could only nod I was to stunned to speak. I watched as she orders for two vodkas for the both of us. "Tell me, what is your name?" I couldn't even look her in the eyes anymore. My fear of staring at her like an Idiot was too big. "Betty Carter" I mumbled "Such a pretty name, for such a pretty girl." She said probably more to herself than to me. She was caressing my cheek lifting my cheek until I was looking at her. "I'm Natasha Romanoff, but you can call me Nat."
I could feel my cheeks heat up under her touch "Thank you, Nat" She laughs as she grabs the shot in front of her and drinking it. We talked what seemed like hours I told her all about my job as a teacher, while she listened laughing now and than. She didn't give me a lot about her job except that she was a business women.
"I'll have to say, Betty you are really cute" she bit her red painted lips before she leaned down whispering in my ear "Would like to take you some where more private. So we can talk better" I nodded as if I suddenly lost the ability to speak. She grabbed my arm before leading me too an door with the words private painted big on it. She pushed the door open.
It revealed a smaller room filled with the disgusting smoke of cigarettes and people drinking or playing Poker. The moment Natasha stepped into the room one of the guys was already standing next to her. I recognize him, he already accompanied her when she first arrived. He was fairly good looking, dark short hair, grey eyes, a neatly trimmed beard. You could say every women's dream, except mine.
"Is everything to your liking, Miss Romanoff?" Natasha walked over to a table, me and him following. "Yes Bucky, everything is good" we were now standing in front of a table with even more mysterious men sitting around it. "So Betty, these are Bucky, Pietro, Sam, and Steve. They are my employees. Guys this is Betty, she's our guest tonight so be nice to her." Natasha smiled, but not the kind of smile which was warm and generous. This had this treat to it. I slowly started to realise how dangerous the women.
I was sitting next to her while she played poker. Every now and then she would place her hand on the inside of my thighs. Hours of flirting and touching went by until a woman rushed into the room making Natasha jump up. "Yelena what are you doing here" The blond women was out of breath as if she had just run for weeks. "We got him, Rumlow we got him"
"Bring him in" The younger woman looked utterly confused "But-" "NOW" Natasha cut her off. The fast the Yelena appeared the fast she was gone. Natasha signed before sitting back down. She looked at the men "And you guys are just goanna sit here?" No one dared to say something "GO HELP HER" she punched the table, the men were already grabbing their jackets to leave "DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU GUYS EVERHING" She was now looking at me "I'm so sorry I had to scream зайчик" She strokes my cheek it looked like all the anger disapperared from her face "But sometimes I have to do thing I don't like. Okay зайчик?"
I was terrified but I still nodded she put an arm around my shoulder pulling me close "No need to be afraid зайчик. I'm going to be protected you from all the bad in the world" She kissed my cheek and I blushed "Thank you, Nat. But I still don't understand what is happening" "Don't worry your pretty head. It's just how we make business" She held me close until her men came back through the back door. One off them had a bag over his head, he looked beaten and abused. Bucky kicked him in the knees making him fall to the floor while whimpering in pain. Natasha stood up walking towards the helpless man.
"The big bad Brock Rumlow" she laughed "Well not so big and bad now" Natasha placed her foot on his chest pushing down making him gaps for breath. I didn't know what I had just gotten myself into, I mean I was just an elementary school teacher. How could she be so cruel yet so caring. Rumlow now sitting on his knees with Natasha's gun pressed between his eyes begging for his live while laughed. I couldn't bear the sight I carefully stood up before leaving out of the door.
I couldn't believe what I just witnessed I ran until I didn't know were I was. I didn't realise that I was sitting on the pavement until I felt her presence next to me. I wanted to cry, to scream, to throw up. But I just sat there in silence while Natasha smoked on of her disgusting cigarettes.
"How did you find me" I asked my voice shaking "детски, I have my eyes everywhere this city is mine. Why did you run away from me?" I look at her terrified "You tortured a poor man right in front of me. You... You are a filthy criminal!" She looked at me with her cold gaze "He was a bad guy he killed women, men anyone for fun. He was a threat to my business you have to understand I just did justice. The police b filled with corrupt basters I'm just do justice were justice has to be done." She placed her hands under my chin making me look in her eyes. I wanted to believe her I wanted her to be that hero.
"Do you understand?" she asked me looking directly in my eyes "Yes" I said in a small voice Natasha looked my lips before pressing her lips to mine. Her lips were so warm and soft I didn't want this to end. She breaks away "You are mine, Betty. I know that you want me. You want me to do things to you that normally only a husband would do. Even if you say that you don't want my touch, you would let it happen and you would love it?" I nodded shamefully.
"I want you to know that from now one you stand under the protection of the Romanoff family." She helped me stand up and placed her expensive fur coat over my shoulders. "Lets get to my car, зайчик"
The moment I stepped into Natasha’s big mansion she had me pressed against the front door kissing me. Slipping her tongue in my mouth moaning as our tongues crashed together. She kissed down my neck smearing her lip stick on my neck. She lashes onto my neck sucking and biting down on my neck. "Nat- Natasha... no.. no marks. I have.. school on.. Monday." She smirked against my neck "Too bad it already happened" She grabbed onto my waist pulling me impossible closer. Natasha unbuttoned my blouse pushing it from my shoulders. Her hands opening my bra kissing my breaths, while I grab onto her hair.
She picks me up caring me up to her bedroom laying me on her bed. Kissing and nibbling on my boobs. I can hear how heavily she breaths "You are probably a virgin right? No one ever touched you right. You are innocent, untouched, ready to be corrupted by me right?" I let out a whorish moan before I nodded. She slapped my boob "Answer me, whore" A strangled moan broken out of my mouth "Yes I've never been touched"
She let out a low groan before moving down to pull off my skirt. The next thing I felt is how she kissed my clit through my underwear. "Please no... no teasing" I get interrupted by my own slutty moan. "Don't tell me what to do" she mumbled. Natasha ripped my underwear before lashing onto my cunt. "Fuck Nat, that I liked that pair" She liked up my cunt neglecting my clit "I can buy you a whole store if you want" her mouth send vibrations trough my body making me moan in lust. She finally played attention to my clit, sucking and kissing it. I grabbed onto her hair while letting out despired moans. She slowly pumped her finger in me. She kept hitting that special spot inside me I clenched around her desperately.
"Nat- I.." she laughed "Your close I can feel it зайчик. Come for me детски" That send me over the edge cuming on her fingers. She cleaned me up before she pulled the blanked over my naked body. She kissed my head before laying down next to me pulling me in her arms
The way that your body looks in the soft glow of the moonlight should be painted and framed for the world to see. But Natasha is selfish. She'd tear it down as soon as the first patron dared lay their eyes on you.
It’s ironic, really. For a ghost to be possessive.
Though, as much as Natasha hates that you aren’t hers anymore, she’d never possess you. You aren’t even aware that her spirit is still present in the apartment. She’s kind of surprised you haven’t moved, really, after five years of her being gone.
You’ve certainly moved on in other ways, if the woman you’re sleeping naked with is any indication. It’s nice knowing that you’re not letting your mourning for her hold you back, unlike a certain super soldier she knew.
But it still hurts. If she still had bones, she’d feel the ache that deep.
Natasha could’ve revealed herself to you in some way, but she’s always been hesitant to do so. The last thing she wants is for you to be afraid or upset by her state. She already had to endure you crying over the old photos of the two of you, there was no way she would be able to handle your face cowering in fear at the sight of her.
The only time she felt brave enough to make contact with you was while you were sleeping. You rarely stirred when her cold hands touched you. Even when she did rouse you by accident, you would sleepily look around, assume it was a dream, and flop back into your pillow. All she would do is stroke your face or back gently, like she used to when she was still alive and would have those restless nights.
Tonight is different. Natasha had to sit back and watch you have slow, mediocre sex with this random person from the bar your friends dragged you to. She winced every time the woman tried to leave a hickey on your skin, satisfied to see you ask her not to mark you, making an excuse about not wanting to have to cover it up.
Deep down, you knew you still belonged to her.
Natasha was the only one who could mark you like that, biting into your supple flesh, soothing over the blossoming bruise with her tongue, taking photos of them like trophies.
She's careful not to stir either you or your new friend awake as she carefully pulls the sheet from your body. The woman next to you grumbles, making Natasha pause, but all she does is tug the sheet the rest of the way off and roll over.
"Thanks, I guess," Natasha mumbles to herself. She swallows hard at the sight of you laid out for her. It hasn't been that long since she's gotten to appreciate you like this, given the fact that you often put on a show for her with your vibrator between your legs, whether you knew it or not.
But during those times, she restrained herself and kept to sitting at the edge of the bed, admiring the way you squirmed under your own touch like you used to hers. Tonight, she spoils herself. She hesitantly lays a hand on your thigh, eyes on your face the entire time so she'll know if you start to wake up.
Your face stays content and asleep, so Natasha continues her path up, up, up your legs. Her fingers tuck slightly under the edge of your panties. She leaves them on you, not wanting to risk the shuffling, simply pushing them to the side so she can see your pussy.
"So beautiful, baby," she says to no one. You wouldn't be able to hear her unless she wanted you to, and for now, she doesn't. She just wants you to get a good night's rest.
When Natasha's tongue comes in contact with your cunt, she swears she's died again and actually gone to Heaven this time. Even though her form leaves her senses dulled, she can feel and taste enough to let her eyes shut with pleasure. You shift under her, never waking up, but she knows you must be having a lovely dream right now.
She takes her time bringing you undone. After all, she's got nowhere to be, so she might as well enjoy teasing your clit and pushing two fingers into you.
"You missed this too, yeah?" Natasha hums against your folds. "I wonder if that orgasm she gave you was even real. It was nothing compared to what I used to do to you. Missed you so fucking much. My good baby."
Your climax doesn't hit hard, but rather comes in slow waves. Natasha watches your body shudder involuntarily under her touch, almost like it can't comprehend the pleasure running through it.
She pulls back immediately when the sensations wake you up. The words that leave your lips as you sit up in bed make Natasha's no-longer-existent heart ache.
"Nat?"
She watches as you look over to your side, only to find the still sleeping woman next to you, turned with her back towards you. You sigh, squeezing your thighs together, deciding silently that it must have just been a wet dream.
You roll over on your side, tugging the blanket back towards you as you face the wall where a photo of the two of you is still hanging. Natasha drifts into the living room after you fall asleep again, refusing to let herself cry over the despondent way you called out for her.
After that night, it becomes routine for Natasha to join you in bed. Sometimes you had an occasional lover. Most of the time it was just the two of you, and she could pretend like things were at least a little normal again as she indulged herself between your thighs.
Warnings: Stalker behavior, mind invasion, Dark themes
Summary: Y/n Stark made a mistake by being in a relationship with Wanda and Natasha. Things go South when she tries to end things with them. The only thing she can do is run from them
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Trust is the ultimate weapon. It's hard to gain, easy to lose, and even harder to gain back once it has been lost. These days, Y/n didn't trust anyone.
She couldn't afford the betrayal. Not again. Once upon a time, she was young and naive. She believed every lie that was spewed at her. In time, that came to bite her in the ass.
It left her with a head full of worthless memories. The scars littered her body, physically and mentally. Some nights she could feel them.
They were looking for her, calling out to her, but she didn't want to be found. That's why she lived the way she did, on the run. Any type of stagnation could lead them to her. A still moment wasn't something she could afford.
For now, Y/n was settled in a little shack on the outskirts of a small town; Hidden by a thick layer of trees. It wasn't much, but that's the point.
Y/n had luxury before; in fact, she was accustomed to it. Wealth was familiar to anyone with the last name Stark, so it was familiar to Y/n.
The fall season had just begun, there was a slight chill to the air. Y/n had to gather firewood to accommodate the change.
As the cool air raked her arms, she remembered her old methods of keeping warm. Good old fashion body heat.
Her mind was flooded with thoughts of them. She was docile during those times. A small body sandwiched in between 2 pairs of muscular arms. A promise that she would be protected from any potential threat.
Her younger self didn't know that she was lying with the threat. A pawn in a grand scheme. She'd never be a pawn again.
Not for Wanda or Natasha.
Y/n grunted, possibly from the weight of the logs in her hand, or maybe from the unwanted memories.
Setting up the fire in her shack took minimal effort. She was relieved as heat started spreading through the small space.
She laid by the fire, thinking about how she ended up here. The daughter of the self-proclaimed billion dollar playboy, living like this.
It was all because of trust. Y/n's blind trust in Wanda and Natasha. The Avengers were her family.
Tony had her young. She was a product of one of many flings. Her mother wanted nothing to do with her. For Tony, it was different, Y/n was his only family. Possibly the only family he'd ever had.
Maybe he wasn't ready to be a father, but he grew into the role quickly. He wasn't a traditional father, but he did the best that he could do.
It was good enough for Y/n.
Tony was recruited for the Avengers initiative, but he said they'd have to take her on as well. Where he went, she went, and that's how Y/n ended up on the team.
She was about 19 at the time. Back then she wasn't the strongest, but her mind was sharp like her father's. In fact, it was sharper.
A mind like hers proved to be a valuable asset to the team. While Tony and Bruce had to dedicate time to both the field and lab work, Y/n could focus solely on the lab.
Her work was integral to the team. Natasha took note of that. The assassin watched Y/n like a hawk. Enamored with her brilliance and how delicate she was.
To Natasha, Y/n was nothing like her father. She was special, Natasha needed her. Y/n didn't know it then, but there was a darkness in Natasha.
The simple flirting, the lingering touches, were real, but they came from a place of ownership not affection.
When Wanda folded herself into the mix, Natasha was apprehensive at first. That was until Natasha saw that spark in Wanda's eyes. Wanda needed Y/n just like Natasha did. She needed to own Y/n.
Y/n was open-minded. Being with the two women made her happy, so she never questioned it.
However, that changed over time. Slowly but surely, Y/n started to see things more clearly. How alarmingly obsessed they both were with her.
They didn't like it when she talked to the other members of the team. They didn't like it when she went out with her friends. Hell, they didn't even want her spending alone time with her father.
It was toxic and as soon as Y/n saw that she called it off. When Y/n broke up with them, she saw the change instantly.
The loving looks turned into hungry glares. They only kept their distance because the rest of the team made it that way. Steve, Bruce, and Tony acted like an active barrier between the three women.
That aggravated Wanda and Natasha. Tensions began growing larger and larger until they spilled over.
" Stay away from my kid. If I have to tell you again-"
" You'll what, Tony?"
Steve steps in." Let's all take a minute and calm down."
" I'm done being calm, Rogers. Y/n belongs to us." Natasha glares at the soldier.
Tony lunges for Natasha, only being stopped by Steve and Bruce. " My daughter is not your property!"
" Y/n is always going to belong to us Tony. So you might as well get used to it," Wanda's eyes glow as she speaks.
" Would you guys knock it off? This isn't some game. Y/n broke up with both of you and that's the end of this," Bruce tried his hand at mediation.
Wanda scoffs." It seems like everyone has something to say except Y/n."
Natasha chuckles. " Yeah, sweetheart cat got your tongue?"
" I'm not your sweetheart. Please stop this, if you ever cared about me, you'd stop this."
Both of their eyes dilate, it happens simultaneously. It took everything in Y/n to not shrink in fear.
" Princess, stop being so difficult," Wanda spoke through gritted teeth.
Y/n felt her own anger bubbling up. " I'm not your princess, either. The only thing I am to you is your teammate. So get used to it-"
Tony cut her off," Or get lost."
A psychotic laugh leaves Natasha's mouth. " What are you going to do, kick us off the team?"
Tony and Steve share a look. This halts Natasha's laughter immediately.
" Your actions pertaining to Y/n leave us no choice. Instead of respecting her decision, the two of you are engaging in predatory behavior. This isn't something heroes do," Steve scolds the two.
" We talked to Fury, he said one more incident, and we had the authority to kick you from the team," Tony spoke smugly.
That was it. The moment that solidified Y/n Stark, living on lamb.
Wanda exploded that day, literally. Y/n saw it happen. The red mist at her fingertips, the intensity of the glow in her eyes. She killed Y/n's father and Steve.
For her, it was nothing, but for Y/n it was everything. The chaos in the moment allowed Y/n to escape. It was the only thing she could think of doing.
She liked to believe the rest of them held the two at bay long enough for her to get to safety. The truth is she'll never know. She tried to convince herself that she didn't care.
How could she not? That moment made her change everything about herself. She built up her muscle, started training herself, she was strong now. Mentally and physically.
The sick part of it all was the way her body craved them. Her body wanted to feel Natasha's hand on her chest and Wanda's running through her hair. The body was untrustworthy like that.
Y/n fell asleep by the fire, thinking about her past. She should've known better. There was no such thing as safe when it came to the witch or the spy.
The walls were all white in the dream. The space was blank, bare of anything. Y/n somehow knew better than to call out for anyone.
She felt something in her mind. Something was off and a familiar type of anxiety built up in her body.
" You look different, princess."
Y/n's body tensed. She sharply turned, and her breath seemed to stop.
It was Wanda. She had a darkness coating her fingers, a crown on her head, and a smile that made Y/n sick.
Y/n began muttering to herself," This is just a dream. No, nightmare. This is not real."
Her eyes squeezed tightly.
" Oh, it's very real, malyshka," Wanda's hot breath hit Y/n's neck as she spoke. It caused the young Stark to jump.
" Get away from me!"
Y/n tried moving away from the witch, but her body was frozen. Panic flashed through her mind as she tried to thrash in her spot.
" That's not going to work Y/nn," Wanda's hands trailed up Y/n's arms," These are new. You've been working out, princess?"
" Don't call me princess," luckily her voice still worked.
Wanda simply laughed, her hands trailed from Y/n's shoulders, down her chest," My god it's like you're carved out of stone. All this for us?"
" You killed my father."
She flicks her wrist lazily." He was going to die anyway for trying to keep you from us. Now there's nothing in the way. Thanks to dreamwalking, I'll be able to reach your pretty little mind whenever you're asleep. I already know where you are. We're coming, Detka. Nat and I will have you."
" You won't ever have me again," Y/n asserted.
" Bigger muscles, but that same little dumb brain, that only Natty and I know." Wanda walked around Y/n so that they were eye to eye.
Her hand grabbed Y/n's chin, the girl's eyes unwillingly darted to Wanda's lips. She watched them turn into a smirk.
Wanda pressed forward her lips millimeters from Y/n's. The Stark had sweat forming at her brow.
" Your body still responds to me. That's cute," her lips brushed against Y/n's lips with every word.
" Let go of me."
Wanda pulls away and smiles," The funny thing is you've been free to move for a while now. You're just such a good girl that you didn't even try it."
Y/n takes a step back from her and scowls.
" Get out of my head, Wanda."
She raises her hands in surrender," Fine, wake up. Run if you want to, but know we're coming for you, and we will find you."
Y/n jolts up from her sleep. She has no direction, but she knows she can't stay in this shack. She puts out the fire, throws her backpack on.
Sleep, the furthest thing from her mind, though her body aches for it. She starts walking and doesn't stop.
There's a renewed urgency in her step. She can't let them find her. There would only be so much she could do to protect herself from the witch and the spy.
The only thing keeping Y/n going was the fear of being caught. She was right to be afraid. Y/n could've even benefited from being more afraid.
TW: 18+, fluff, mean sharon, but then nice sweet sharon, illness, stockholm syndrome, mommy kink, if I’m missing any please let me know!
A/N: wrote this when I was super sick and needed crime mommy to come take care of me
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“Baby!” Sharon called out as she entered her home. It was strange not for you to greet her with excitement and kisses.
Sharon scoped throughout the house till she found you laying on the cold linoleum of the guest bathroom. “What’s wrong?”
“Sick,” you groaned as a chill washed over you.
Sharon crouched down and pressed the back of her hand to your sweaty forehead. She didn’t need to be a medical professional to know you were running a high fever. You preened against her cold hands. “How did this happen?”
You could barely shrug your shoulders. “Maybe I ate something bad.”
“We eat the same things so if that were the case I’d be sick too.” Something about this was off to Sharon. “At least I know you’re not pregnant.”
You tried to lightly laugh at that remark but you cried as it made your whole body ache.
“Did you get out? Did you leave?”
“What’re you talking about?” You whined in pain.
“If you didn’t get sick from the food and I’m not sick then that means you caught it from someone else.” Sharon left her nurturing perch, standing with a stern expression. “Who else have you been around!”
“No one,” you coughed pathetically like a sick orphan child actor playing the role of a kid dying of the Black Plague.
“Why are you lying?” She was fuming with rage.
“I didn’t go anywhere.” You began to weep, your body too exhausted and fragile to handle anything else. “Sometimes people get sick.”
“Oh so now you’re a smart girl and wanna talk back?” Sharon scoffed. She wanted to kick you in the stomach as you lay on the floor but she’d rather not deal with your vomit on the ground. “I thought we were over this, now you’re being bad again. Am I not good enough for you? You’re mine, got that?”
You nodded with a sniffling cry. “I’m sorry, please, I’m sorry. I don’t know how I got sick, I promise I never left.”
“You’re a liar!” Sharon yelled. “Whatever, you can stay in here and think long and hard about what you’ve done and what you’re gonna be doing once you feel better.” She stomped out of the bathroom.
“Yeah, well if I were to escape, trust me I wouldn’t come back here.” You mumbled under your breath but it must’ve been loud enough for Sharon to hear. She stood in the doorway, gripping the white wood of the door.
“You’re so lucky I love you because if I didn’t I’d fucking slit your throat for talking to me like that.” She slammed the bathroom door shut, locking it from the outside.
She felt her body shake with anger as she paced her office. She was trying to get anything done but all she could think about was you. How pitiful and sick you looked and how she wanted to take care of you just as much as she wanted to slap you. She wanted to hold you, give you medicine and a cool bath and do anything she can to make you feel better.
She thought of how you had a faint smile when you saw her come in. Like you had missed her dearly and were happy to not be left alone. And Sharon exploded on you and hurt you in the process. Sharon tried not to cry at the thought of it. But it doesn’t make sense. How could you have gotten sick if Sharon didn’t either? Sharon hadn’t gotten sick in years. You had to have been around other people, you must be getting out when she’s gone.
But you were still here, and if you had left you still came back. You hadn’t had a break-out attempt in so long, nothing was adding up.
The sound of you throwing up from upstairs made her heartbreak, she should be there, holding you and rubbing your back.
“Fuck it,” Sharon sighed. “She needs me.”
As Sharon left her office, her phone began to ring, and she grew confused on why anyone would be calling her. And once she read the caller ID she was even more confused. “Hello?”
“Hi, Ms.Carter.” The voice of their housekeeper sounded hoarse and painfully congested. “One of my grand babies gave me some sort of flu and I won’t be able to come in today or tomorrow.”
Fuck
It all clicked at once
Fuck
The housekeeper, Mavis, was the other person you were around.
You liked to help Mavis out. Sharon told you not to, that it’s she’s paying her to work but you liked having company and that she reminded you of your grandma.
Mavis usually comes when Sharon is at work so they don’t often engage with each other in person.
“Ms. Carter?”
“Yes, Mavis.” Sharon’s train of thought broke. “Take as many days off as you need, it’s no problem.”
As the call ended she sent a text to one of her assistants, Darius. ‘Send a doctor over right away, my girl is running a high fever.’
Sharon’s heart broke. You weren’t lying, you hadn’t gotten out. You just liked spending time with Mavis and got sick in the process. She was so mean to you when you just needed her to take care of you.
Sharon quietly entered the guest bathroom she had locked you in, seeing you had fallen asleep on the cold bathroom tile. She got down on the ground beside you, stroking your hair behind your ear.
“Mommy?” You sniffled, waking up. “I’m sor-“
“It’s okay,” Sharon interrupted. “Mavis just called, she’s sick too. I’m sure you just caught it from her, my love.”
You weaseled your head into her lap not bothering to conceal your crying. “I love you, I don’t wanna leave. Just want you, mommy.”
“I love you too,” She cooed. Your weakened state making you like a sick kitten that didn’t wanna be left alone made her heart beat faster. You needed her. “I’m gonna take care of you, okay?”
She felt you nod in her lap. “Darius called for a doctor, they should be here soon.”
You squirmed. “No doctors! Please, I don't wanna see a doctor.”
“Shh, I’m gonna hold you the entire time and he’s gonna help you feel better.” Sharon just wanted you to be better.
You pushed yourself from her lap. “Mommy, I’m gonna get you sick. You have to go away.”
Sharon tried to hide her grin from your precious attempt. “I won’t get sick. And if I do I have the cutest little nurse in the world to take care of me.”
Before you could protest to her trying to corral you in her lap again the doorbell ringing pulled her away. “Don’t try to stand up you’re too weak. I’m gonna go get the doctor and it’ll be okay.”
Sharon made the doctor show his identification at the outside security cam before letting him in. She couldn’t chance it, not when it came to you.
“I can’t home about an hour and a half ago and I found her in the bathroom. She’s running a fever and puking and she’s just in a lot of pain. You need to make her better.” Sharon explained holding back tears at the thought of it all and how she left you from anger. If the doctor couldn’t heal you she was gonna shoot him in the head then find a doctor who could.
You glanced at the pair when they approached the bathroom. “Honey, this is Dr. Baggs, he’s gonna take care of you.”
You only nodded before you started crying again. “Do you think you can get in the bed so he can have a better look at you?”
You nodded again, shakily latching onto Sharon, the doctor helping to stabilize you on your other side and walk you only a few feet to the guest bed.
Sharon had you settled into the lightweight crisp white sheets before laying on the opposite side of you. You grabbed her hand in a bruising grip as you felt fear coursing through your veins. “It’s okay, he knows what he’s doing.” She reassured you with a kiss on the temple.
The doctor asked a series of questions while taking your vitals. You weakly just whimpered out a yes or a no but Sharon tried to talk for you as much as she could.
“There’s been the flu going around, this has been my third case. It feeds through pretty quick, less than 24 hours so you’re already around halfway through with it.” The doctor gave a comforting smile and you tried to smile back realizing this will be over soon. “If it’s alright with you Ms. Carter, I have an IV of saline in my medical bag. We can at least replace her fluids and I can give her something to sleep it out.”
You grabbed her hand tighter before shaking your head. “No needles, mommy. Please, please, please.” You begged
Sharon kissed your hand which was changing color from circulation with the way you were squeezing hers. “It’s so fast and you’ll feel so much better.”
You sobbed, begging for it not to happen.
“Look at me baby,” she gently turned your chin to look at her. “You’re mommy’s brave little girl, and I know you can take it.”
“But mommy- Ow!” You yelped turning your head to see the doctor already injecting you while you were distracted.
“See, love? You’re such a good girl and you’re so brave and it barely even hurt right?” Brushed your sweat-soaked hair from your face.
“I guess it didn’t hurt too much…” you were stubborn and didn’t like admitting that you were wrong and once again she was right.
“You’re such a brave girl for me.” Sharon kissed your forehead, her lips like their own medicine against your skin. “Gonna make sure you get better.”
Before the Doctor left he pumped you up with a bunch of drugs, making you feel like you were floating on a cloud. Sharon stayed curled up next to you in bed, playing old movies that you liked, and made sure you had enough to drink.
Sharon looked down at your sleeping form, beginning to fall asleep with the faint blue light of the tv in the background and she didn’t realize how badly the thought of you betraying her could feel. She’d die before she let you leave.
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A/N: If you follow me you know my mom recently died so I haven’t super been into mommy kink for a while so if it seems choppy I went in and add mommy so that it would flow with the continuity of the story.
