going to be doing a profile rework — someones in her targaryen phase again, no, all my previous works are still being worked on. but expect aemond to be coming on into the works
analysis. you woke up in a strange home, it was a rich home. definitely not yours since you struggle financially, when your lawyer reveals herself to not be a real lawyer and a dangerous woman in the mob, you found yourself to be completely regretful on how you lacked attention to the contract she had you sign. your life? completely in her hands.
pairing. corrupt lawyer/mob boss!nat x puppy!reader
wc. 3.2k
warnings. dark themes, masc natasha (🧎♀️➡️), mob boss natasha, age gap (Nat is in her 30's, Reader is in her early 20's), gunshot wound, suggestive themes, starvation, illness, natasha literally just treats reader like a dog.
authors note. happy birthday to my dear friend, luv ya D! so grateful to have you as a friend :).
taglist. @toorain @loneliestafterparty @littlewhorticulturist @the-lesbians-made-me-do-it
You woke up with an ache in your shoulder, your throat dry. A soft groan had left your lips as you rolled onto the silk sheets of your mattress, what did you do yesterday to where your shoulder ached this badly. A hand went to rub at the muscle, to try and find where the knot was located. Your eyes opened widely at the feeling of bandages instead, you felt your mouth dry as you sat up on the bed. The room, it wasn’t yours. The white walls were a clean contrast to your beige walls in your apartment, the vanity in the corner of the room had a selection of perfumes and different materials for makeup. The mattress you had laid on was more comfortable than your own at home. You realized you were in a different change of clothes as well, a white tank top with black shorts. Who has changed you? You felt bile form in your throat at the thought of someone seeing your body. You had hoisted your legs over the edge of the mattress, immediately standing up as you felt white specks fill your vision at the quick motion of standing. Steadily putting one foot in front of the other to the dresser to find yourself a better pair of clothing to conceal your skin. You were never a big fan of showing as much skin as you have now, your legs usually carried bruises and you’d rather not share them off to the prying eyes of the public.
A knock had sounded on the door, you jumped, turning immediately to see the door creak open to see the familiar red hair. Natasha’s features were sharp, the redhead herself was only in a tanktop and black sweatpants herself. Her red hair was pulled back into a loose bun with her baby hairs sticking out, her eyes focused on your form standing over the dresser, “Why are you standing pup? Aren’t you still feeling sore?”
Her voice was monotone, her accent laced within her words. You had gawked at her, the toned biceps and the sharp jawline of the redhead had you staring. But you shook yourself out of it, you gulped. Out of everything else, you wouldn’t have expected your own lawyer to walk through that door, “Ms. Romanoff? What happened? Why am I here?”
Your voice was soft as you sputtered out the questions to your lawyer, your bottom lip wobbled as you swallowed. She tilted her head at you, she slowly walked forward to you as she let her hand slip to your cheek. Her thumb rubbing circles under your eye softly, “You’re home, that is all that matters. You’re here because you signed my contract,”
“Contract? The contract was for you to help me with my case,” You asked softly, confusion found your eyes as you tried to stop yourself from leaning into the redhead's soft touch against your face.
“The contract you signed to be mine, or did you forget?” She hummed softly, an amused grin found her features as if she was treating the situation like it was a normal day of the week for her. She gently guided you to sit on the mattress, her hands moving to feel at the bandages as she inspected them to ensure they were clean, “Good, your shoulder looks fine pup. Bucky ensured it was a clean shot,”
“I was shot?” You had responded so quickly as surprise filled your features. But your mind registered over the idea that the redhead knew who shot you. Then your mind dwindled over the idea of the contract, the contract you signed. But you don’t remember reading over that you signed yourself over to her. You remembered how careless you were, you actually never read over it. Your jaw clenched as you felt the redheads calloused hand rise up over your throat, “But, you’re a lawyer, you are supposed to help me,”
Natasha grinned at your innocence, the naivety of you asking such silly questions. Her hands came to cup your face, she settled herself to straddle your thighs as she towered over you. The feeling over her weight in your lap had you trying not to fluster so easily. Your eyes roving over her biceps one more time as she explained ever so softly to you, “My darling, I am no lawyer. I just so happen to be one of the most world-known boss’s of the mob, it’s just no one suspects it from when I work as a lawyer to free my men from the authorities,”
“And you my dear, were so careless while signing that contract you didn’t even realize that you signed yourself to be my personal little thing. My own arm candy, my own little puppy,” She purred, her lips pressing a light kiss against the tip of your nose, before turning your head to the side ever so slightly, “I can’t wait to learn everything about your sweet little body, such a gorgeous girl, as much as I wanted to touch while changing you out of the bloody clothes I wanted you to be awake for our first time,”
You swallowed, you can’t tell if it’s fear or the actual idea of the redhead talking to you had your stomach doing flips. Your core reacts immediately but you let out a soft whine, your hands shaky as Natasha let out one more sentence, “Plus, I did get you out of trouble pup. You’re considered dead, no court case, no murder, and it was so easy to just make it seem like you were dead, you’re all mine,”
You didn’t know when you reacted, but your hands came up to push at Natasha’s shoulders roughly to get her off of you. You shook your own head, trying to refuse the words the lawyer–mob boss–was spilling into your mind as you hissed out, “No, I’m not yours, you lied to me! It has to be illegal so it’s not existent!"
Her eyes narrowed as she stumbled to her feet at your push, her jaw clenched as her expression darkened. She clucked her tongue, “Watch it pup, you may be injured but that will not hold me back from laying my hands on you,”
“You’re dead now to the public, there is nothing illegal towards you. I gave you a contract to sign for my work, it technically was not a lie since it’s for my work of business in the undergrounds of it all, so it still is technically legal. I just didn’t tell you what job it was for,” She added, a smugness found in her tone as she smirked at you. You were shocked, even astounded on how so easily she twisted your own words against you. She reached a hand out and mockingly patted you atop of your head like a dog as she offered, “Are you hungry? I’m just about to eat dinner, join me pup,”
You felt that emptiness in your stomach, the familiar beg for hungry in your abdomen but the idea of eating with Natasha, the woman who lied to you and is holding you hostage, had you finding that refusal quickly, “No, I’m not hungry,”
Natasha tilted her head, retracting her hand away from you as she walked to the door, “You only eat with me, if you don’t want to eat with me then you will not eat until you dine with me,”
The declaration of her words let a shudder roll down your spine. She opened the bedroom door and the sound of a lock clicked shut, leaving you alone for the rest of the night.
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It had been a few days since you initially woke up in the room that isn’t your home, you hadn’t left the room you were caged in. Every morning and evening the sound of knuckles would rap against the door with the sound of the redhead asking you if you were to join her for meals and every single time you said no. You would rather starve in the room than sit with her at a dining room table eating like nothing was happening, like you weren’t held captive by a woman who was supposed to be your lawyer who turned out to be the boss of the mob. You took the time in the room to rest, to heal up on the injured shoulder. When you woke up the first time it was clear you were given drugs to dull the pain, now, you’re lasting off of nothing and even moving your shoulder a tiniest bit in a way that would make it scream in pain was a reminder that you are lasting in a room with no painkillers.
You took the time to evaluate the space you were in, not like you had anything better to do. You went over to the vanity first, white stained wood with a contraption with different containers holding different products. The skin care set that you liked was nestled neatly in the largest space of the contraption, you swallowed. It was clear Natasha had taken information off of you, but when? When did the redhead start stalking you, when did the woman know mostly everything about you? That is what worried you, how naive you were. Other than the skin care products there did seem to be make-up nestled in the smaller containers with a hair brush laying on the desk, the mirror round and endorsed with colors of gold and red for the rim. You had tried opening the drawers, but they didn’t budge. Natasha had clearly locked them to store something away that was sealed shut in there and that only raised your curiosity more. Beside the vanity was a dresser with the same white stained wood appearance, six drawers you had counted. Each had different types of clothing that seemed to be in better shape than your closet at home.
There was one window, but it was sealed shut and for what you could tell is that you were on the second-story of whatever building you were in. Was it a house? That is what you assumed, Natasha didn’t seem like the type to be dumb enough for an apartment complex to hold you on the second floor. Plus, the view you got was all countryside with a pond nestled near the building. You got a straight view of the sunset from the window, you had tried the door. It was locked as you expected and you heard a male voice on the other side that had told you that it was no use to try and leave the room. Clearly Natasha was prepared, a guard outside and most of the items accessible were harmless in a fight. You doubt a pillow or a hairbrush would be able to take out the redhead who you assumed was good enough at fighting for such a large title.
The sun had set, you were laying against the soft sheets as your empty stomach had growled. Your head pounding and your shoulder ached, your vision was spotty as you felt a soft lull in your head to just close your eyes. You ignored the spots in your vision, not finding it too worrying as you closed your eyes and passed out.
Natasha had been sitting in the dining room, finished with the meal after a long day of sitting in her study planning out operations for the upcoming months. Footsteps coming down the stairs didn’t have her lift her head, it was clear that it was Bucky walking down the stairs. By the noise of it, it was just him, she let out a sigh, “Let me guess, she didn’t want to come down and eat,”
“No, I think she just fell asleep a few minutes ago,” He responded, reporting back to the redhead. She had trusted Bucky for years, he was her right-hand. The man she went to when she needed to figure shit out and he was the one to follow the woman into anything, he blinked as he sighed, moving to head towards the front door, “Headin’ to the club, wanna tag along?”
“No, someone needs to keep an eye on her,” She responded briefly, her chair pulled back as she stood up and grasped at her plate and the second plate she had prepared for you. Setting it in the fridge for leftovers as she washed her own dish in the sink, “Go have fun Buck, I can handle it,”
The sound of the front door closing left the house in silence, you fell asleep. It was only six in the evening, too early for you. She had dried her hands off, a habit she had since she was little. No matter what, she never liked it when her hands got wet from any source of liquid. Always needing to wipe them off whenever they did get wet, she was in a black dress shirt with pants. She had taken her boots off when she was done with work, she stepped up onto the staircase as she made it to your room. Her knuckles pressed against the wood of the door as she husked out, “Pup?”
There was no response, and her hand had turned the handle as she unlocked it. She had stepped into the room, her eyes falling onto your slump figure on the bed. The first thing she noticed is that your skin was paler, your features soft as she walked over to the bed and crouched down to be in-level with your face. Her lips pursed, her hand reached over to press against your forehead. You weren’t responsive, you looked incredibly pale and she felt you heating up. A hand had shook your shoulder, she coaxed quietly, “Wake up, come on pretty girl,”
When you made no response, no movement coming from you a curse had left her lips as she had lifted you into her arms. Cradling you against her chest as your head had slumped and fallen onto her shoulder as she ensured you were secure against her as she bumped the door wider with her hip to move to her own bedroom. Natasha was careful, a tedious process as she settled you on the bed. She moved with care, an odd sight for such a powerful woman as she shed your clothes and changed you into one of her shirts that covered your thighs. She also removed the bandages off of your shoulder to clean your wound and bandage you up again with clean ones. Once she ensured you were in a comfortable position, Natasha had walked back downstairs to prepare a meal for you to eat. Nothing that would be too heavy but will provide you with a good amount of nutrients to get you healthy again.
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Your head pounded, you felt a warm weight against both your sides as your cheek pressed into the warmth. Eyes fluttering beneath your closed eyelids, it was comfortable and you found no reason to complain at the moment. The pillows in the room were great, and you felt like you wanted to fall asleep again until you felt something scratch against your scalp. Your eyes opened within an instant, toned thighs were nestled against your body with your head nestled against someone's abdomen, the familiar scent of Natasha had filled your nostrils as you let out a shudder.
“Easy there darling, don’t move too quickly,” Natasha cooed, the sound of a book closing as you looked up to see the redhead. Your body was nestled between Natasha’s thighs and your head was on her abdomen and she was acting like you two have done this for years, if it weren’t for the hand on your shoulder you would’ve scrambled away. Your muscles felt weak, your head pounded and you knew if you were quick with your movements that you would be dizzy. Natasha had watched you intently, her hair in a loose bun as she had swapped into a black crop tanktop and black sweatpants. Reading glasses placed above her nose as they were pushed slightly down so her eyes were peering at you above them. You swallowed, your lips in a thin line.
“Why the long face? You seemed very comfortable when I laid down,” She teased, her extra hand coming to run through your messy bedhead as she gently helped you sit up between her thighs. Her hand reached out for the tray on the bedside table to pull it onto your lap as you sat between her thighs, guiding your hand to the fork to coax you to pick at the eggs first. She had gotten you toast and jam, eggs with a little bit of yogurt to start. She hummed, “Eat slowly puppy, you’re going to feel sick if you eat it too fast,”
You rolled your eyes as she guided you, telling you how to handle yourself like you were an incapable toddler. A soft grumble of complaint left your throat before you scooped up egg onto the fork to slowly bring it to your mouth, the taste was pleasant. Usually it wasn’t, but with the hunger rumbling in your stomach it made it feel like it was a delicacy you never had before. You hummed in content, Natasha let her chin rest on your shoulder as she watched you eat the food off the tray, her eyes admiring your jawline and the way you chewed. Her head nestled forward into the crevice of your neck, her lips placing soft kisses against your soft skin as she had her hands move to hold your waist against her.
“You gave me quite the scare, you’re going to eat with me from now on. It is no longer a request,” She murmured against your neck, a soft whine left your throat as the mob boss declared that you can no longer avoid not eating with Natasha. You had finished off the plate, watching as Natasha moved to settle the tray on the night stand again as she moved to coax you to lie down again between her thighs.
You were quiet, not fussing. Natasha liked that, you cooperated with her and didn’t fight against her hands when she guided you to rest. Maybe it was because you were still exhausted, feeling the sickness of not eating holding your mind rather than you fighting back against her. She let her fingers run through your hair again, letting out a soft sigh as she went to pick up her book again.
“How long,” You rasped out against Natasha’s abdomen, your eyes had flicked up to look up at Natasha from against her stomach. Your body still, tense as your eyes held a fierceness in them. A glare, and she stared down at you like she wasn’t afraid of the daggers you were staring into her, “How long am I stuck here,”
She heard the question, a hum left her lips as she thought. It was a mockery, she wasn’t thinking. She knew. She knew she wasn’t going to let you go, not since you were so willing to lay with her. Not since your unconscious mind had curled into her when she sat in the bed after cooking you a meal and that your warmth seeped into her skin unlike any of the other girls she had. You were different, she liked you. Her hand moved to cup your cheek, thumb brushing beneath your eye as she gave you a pat, “Forever darling, until the day that you die. You are mine, and you always will be,”
I am already guessing who this is, I don’t know when your birthday is. (I forgot to save it when you said so on your old blog and it was never mentioned again, only know it’s this month). Will say that first chapter will definitely be posted this week or the next. Depending if I fight the sickness.
analysis. you, a early adult who is juggling three jobs and struggling financially is charged with murder against your neighbor who was brutally stabbed in the middle of the night. unable to hire a lawyer, the department has assigned you one of the lawyers they offer. little did you know that trusting this gorgeous redhead was going to play in a major change in your life.
pairing. corrupt lawyer/mob boss!nat x puppy!reader
wc. 0.8k
warnings. dark themes, masc natasha (🧎♀️➡️), mob boss natasha, kidnapping, gunshot wound, evil natasha (no she isn't she is just kindly rehoming you to her house), age gap (Nat is in her 30's, Reader is in her early 20's).
authors note. prologue written before i post chapter one…
“I didn’t do it,”
The words that left your lips were immediate as soon as the door opened to the office you were dropped off in. The redhead that had walked in with a file in hand had stared directly into your eyes as soon as those words had blurted out of your lips like a cry for help. Natasha smirked, her body moving to sit in the chair across from you as pity adorned her features. Which to be honest, was faux. She had no pity, yet she was interested in you, her eyes scanned your features. You looked exactly like you did when the police officers took your photos when they brought you to the station to get interviewed for the investigation of a murder.
“As much as I’d like to believe you sweetheart, I can’t exactly help you out if that is all you’re going to say,” She said smoothly, setting the vanilla folder in front of her as she opened it up to look at the documents of your arrest and the statement that was made from the police department. Her tongue clicked against the top of her roof, you didn’t choose Natasha as your lawyer. No. You didn’t have the funds to hire one so the department had picked a lawyer for you to go to the court for your statement.
“I don’t even really know who Ms. Danvers was, why would I kill her?” You had stated rapidly, tears were finding your eyes as you pleadingly looked at the lawyer in front of you. Hands shaking as you brought them together against the table to pick at the skin above the crevices of your nail beds. A calloused hand had grabbed yours, the comfort of the lawyer odd but it was appreciated.
“Look, I get why I would be suspected. Just a lone, freshly young adult who is struggling financially while juggling three jobs, but I swear on my mama’s life that I have not talked to Ms. Danvers for more than five minutes in my life, she was just my neighbor who I never knew,” You explained, your tone shaky as you had your tongue lick over your dry and cracked lips. Wetting them as you let out a soft exhale, feeling the redheads hands draw back to pull out a white sheet of paper that had the word contract listed atop of it.
“This is for you to sign, it’s needed for my services specifically,” A finger tapped gently against a blank line for your signature to be placed alongside with the date beside it. A soft grin found her face, “I promise you, I will do everything in my power to make sure you aren’t jailed for something you didn’t do,”
You analyzed the sheet carefully, the words blurring in your vision as you just grabbed the pen and blindly signed your name without looking it over. Without a second thought you knew you wanted to get out of this nightmare. You had briefly conversed more with the lawyer until you were allowed to leave the office.
You had parked further down the street to prevent yourself from getting jammed into traffic. You moved to the passenger side of your vehicle to throw your bag into the seat before you felt a hand muffle against your mouth. You tried to scream but the sound was muffled, feeling yourself be pulled into the alleyway. Your body thrashed, doing everything in your power to fight off whoever had grabbed you. You weren’t going down, no, you still had a fight to win to prove your innocence to the judging eyes of the law. That is when you heard the loud bang, a gunshot. You ducked your head, who shot a gun? Who got shot? Your mind was dizzy, blanking before your hand went to reach the sudden ache in your shoulder, the feeling of liquid on your palm had you freeze. Your breathing picked up in fear, panicking before you felt everything around you blur and turned black.
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The security cameras showed everything, except for the face of who had grabbed you. The detectives looked over it carefully, when it was mentioned that you weren’t home when an officer swung by the check up on you, they went to the location where your cell phone was last pinged. Your car is still in the same spot, passenger door open with your phone sitting in your purse. The only sign was blood on the cement of the alleyway. The footage of you being shot in the back of the shoulder was repeating itself.
“I’m doubting whoever shot her took her in to the hospital,” One detective spoke out, voice monotone as they added on, “There’s no way she’d survive that shot after twenty four hours, that footage was taken yesterday around 4:30 p.m. and we’re watching it now at 6:00 p.m.. I just say, call her dead and call her the murderer of Danvers, case closed,”
Murmurs of agreement filled the room, each person filing out of the room carefully before they shut the footage down on the device. Closing the case, and the primary suspect called dead.
my favorite thing rn is that they made me an appointment for my mental health to get diagnosed and when i explain i dont feel good / dont want to do something because im unmotivated all i get is “i dont fucking care.”
description: the creature that had been stalking you for who knows how long had finally went closer to you. you didn’t even know it’d approach you that soon, but when you walk out to see the overlooming figure over you, you can’t help but try to get on its good side.
a/n: i’m really struggling with writers block but minecraft has me locked in with this cute little horror mod, we love Lenny here. My other works are being worked on, I promise you that.
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Your house was built further in the forest away from the village in the plains at least a few miles away, you used to live in the comforting home where you had the golems to protect you. Family, friends, so much more but curiosity took over of the stranger that always caught your eye who stood on the outskirts of town.
The sound of a purr filled your ears as your cat was the only thing left from the village. Soft orange fur basked in the sunlight beneath the windows as you sat up off the couch, you’ve been delving into books lately. Recently going back and forth between the library and your home to get some statements on what stands outside your house at night.
You see it, sometimes. It’s tall, tall enough that it would have to bend down to walk through your doorway. It wasn’t exactly human, more like a mythical beast. But not a zombie, nor a creeper. Sometimes, it looked like a spider standing on two legs and then it would look like a normal human being. Nothing was written in the books about it, at least not in your library. Every time you ask the librarian about a book that has a big looking spider that really isn’t a spider, they look at you like you just killed their dog.
You tried to take matters into your own hands, you have tried approaching it. Many times, but it runs. It was skittish, but it didn’t seem like it hated you. You can’t tell, but sometimes in the morning you wake up to see hair on your front steps or even some sewage that did not look sanitary. You put it in a jar whenever you get these odd gifts, you can’t just throw a gift away, that’s rude. You had learned over time that whatever it is really likes cooked meat, and golden apples. You observed that when you threw out the burnt steak you ruined when you left your furnace running longer than it should have, because when you turned your back in your peripheral vision a black blur had made its way to where the meat was and ran off into the deep foliage of the forest.
The book you had been reading about spiders only was set onto your coffee table as you had moved to the kitchen to grab the spare bowl of cooked meat you had left over for the creature. Your mama always raised you to be kind, no matter who it is. You held the bowl at your hip as you went to open the door, head turned to look at the interior of the house and to reassure yourself that your cat isn’t running out like usual due to the strange deaths of your livestock. When you had turned around, you were met with a large shadow and the tall figure of the creature standing a few feet away from your front steps.
You were frozen, its eyes stared directly into yours as a shiver found your body. It never got this close, it was always at the treeline.
You stepped down a step, noticing the creature flinching back a little bit and without hesitation you had ushered out softly, “Easy, I just got food for you. The stuff you like,”
The reassurance dripped off your tongue like you had been saying it to the creature for months, you have. You can’t tell why you want to get so close, or understand why your chest aches every time it runs off. You had reached a hand to grab a piece of cooked chicken breast from the night before, that’s when you noticed it moved closer.
The creature had slowly moved closer to your form on the porch steps, bending down slightly to peer into the bowl as its long fingers extended. As if hesitating, a low gurgle rumbled from its throat as a distorted voice had reached your ears, “ood,”
Your eyebrows pinched at that, it never talked. You didn’t think it could, you slowly extended your hand towards it. Giving a simple yet encouraging nod, “Come on, it’s okay,”
You didn’t move when the creature leaned down directly in front of you, one of its arms reached and grasped the railing as its slender fingers gripped tightly before its other wrist had grabbed yours. Head tilting down, inhaling the scent of the cooked chicken as you felt the velvet like fuzz against your skin from its hand that had captured your wrist. A low growl had emanated from its throat, before letting your wrist go and snagging the chicken breast from you. Its coiled back quickly, feet moving like it was about to bolt as it stood there momentarily.
“Han’ ouu,” It gurgled in that same distorted voice, before it bolted into the tree-line. Leaving you standing there on the porch in shock at how easy that interaction went.
You let out an exhale you didn’t even know you were holding. Stepping off the porch as your eyes looked into the foliage where it had run off into, it was progress. When a loud holler was heard from one of your cows you had initiated to turn yourself around, letting out a groan when you noticed that another one of your livestock was killed, running a hand over your face as you groaned. Supposedly you did get a good thing, and a bad thing as well. Lucky you.
i love my brain cause i'll go from thinking about getting railed to thinking about comfortable silence and gentle touches that mean nothing but really mean everything
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