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warnings: rape, smut in the beginning?
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————Y/n's POV
"Jesus fucking Christ" Natasha cries bouncing up and down on my lap, my hand on her tights, guiding her movements. "Such a good girl, taking my cock so well" I praise making her whine."Y-Y/n" she stammers "I'm gonna- I'm gonna" "Oh you wanna cum, huh?" I tease, slowing her movements down purposely. "Y/n please" she begs "please, please let me come"
"Aw, poor little Natasha, all worked up and needy" I coo feeling her arousal drip on my thighs
"You wanna cum" I ask, not able to get a word out she just whines "Yeah, you wanna cum?" I ask again, just railing her up even more.
"Well then-" I say spinning us around so that she's on all four with me behind her, making her yelp in process. I lean forward and take a fist full of hair in my hand "then you're gonna beg, you're gonna beg me until you're screaming at me to stop" I whisper in her ear
But the second I pull her hair and head back she freezes. Every muscle in her body stiffens.
I release her hair and pull out. "Natasha?" I ask concerned "Tasha, are you okay? What is going on?"
Natasha's POV
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I count the times the headboard crashes into the wall
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Trying to take my mind off the pain in my body, between my legs
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God, when is this over?
"Natasha, baby," I hear y/n's voice. What is she doing here? She shouldn't be here, shouldn't see this.
My head spins. Through my blurry vision I see her turning me around. I blink, why am I that dizzy? Help. Someone help me.
"Stop, you're hurting me" I cry but the man doesn't let go
"Help. Someone help me." it's more like a whimper, no one is gonna come and help, I know that, I've been through this enough times
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I hear heavy pants behind my ear
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His hands traveling around my naked body, my arms, legs, waist- resting on my barely existing chest
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One hand digging into my torso, one hand finding it's way to my hair, where the washed-out blue fades into red.
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Y/n crouches down in front of me, strap-on long discarded. "Natasha, are you with me?" she ask, I try to respond but I can't move. Her lips move but I'm unable to make out the sounds.
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I feel him releasing into me. I can't help but let out the sob that I tried to suppress so hard. He pulls my head back by my hair "Suck it in" he screams, making me flinch
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My body shakes- he doesn't stop
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"Natasha" y/n says with more force than before, snapping be back to reality. "Stay with me" she instructs cupping my cheeks with her hands, holding eye contact. As hard as I try to focus on her voice and face I feel myself slipping back into my mind
"Stop crying you worthless piece of shit" he yells
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I bite down on my cheek, suppressing everything I'm feeling, the pain but most of all the fear.
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"Do I have to restrain you!? Stay still, тупая шлюха (dumb whore)!!"
"Natasha, come on honey, stay with me" y/n says, moving my body again.
Y/n's POV
I place her hand on my shoulder and lift her face to my eye-level again. "Try to squeeze my shoulder" I instruct "focus on that". I feel a little pressure on my shoulder which fades and comes back again "There you go, you're completely safe right now, focus on my shoulder".
Flashbacks like this don't even want me to imagine the things that happened to her... The horror in her eyes when she 'comes back' from whatever place she's went to just wants me to hold her close and not ever let go, not let anything happen to her again.
"You're doing so well" I praise "Nothing will happen to you, you're completely safe right now". I keep a close look on her face to make sure she doesn't slip back into her mind.
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The way the pressure she applies to my shoulder grows and grows shows me that she's now completely back in reality. "Here you are" I whisper "Everything is okay". I watch as her eyes gloss over and a second later tears well out of them. "Tasha" I mumble, trying to make her look up- but she doesn't, I can literally feel how she fights against her tears. Without another word I gently place her hand from my shoulder down and pull her body sideways to mine, her side now resting against my front as she pulls her knees to her chest. "It's okay, don't fight your tears" I whisper and she softly shakes her head against my bare body "Crying doesn't make you weak, it's just you and me, let it out" I add and my words and the comfort of my warm skin against hers pushes her over the edge and I feel hot tears drip on my body.
I wrap my arms around her more tightly, my thumb caressing a spot on her upper arm. "You're such a strong person Natasha, you didn't deserve all this" I whisper and she lets out a broken sob "This is a cruel world, none of this was and is your fault, you were just a little girl". Her tears increase and her sobs grow louder and louder, the pain in them is unbearable. "You're okay, I'm right here, shh" I coo.
Suddenly after a couple minutes she starts scratching her body profusely, leaving red marks all over it. "Nat, baby, what's wrong? what's going on?" I ask, concern written all over my face. "Shower" she sobs out between her gasps for air "I need a shower". And before I can do anything she's upright in the room heading to our bathroom. I jump up following close behind just watching as she turns on the shower on the hottest setting and wipes her tears in process.
I step into our shower right behind her, not wanting to leave her alone in a situation like this.
Her scratching doesn't stop, if only it gets worse. I grab her hands, holding them in a strong grip "You're gonna hurt yourself Natasha" I say calmly but the look in her eyes tells me that she doesn't care "Tell me how to help you" I instruct. Instead of an verbal answer she lets herself slide down the wall and pulls her knees to her chest as she settles downs on the floor.
I sit down next to her and pull her close, soothing her as sobs wreck through her body.
"Take him off me" she sobs "Please take his hands off me, please y/n". My heart breaks for her, she didn't deserve all this. "I'm so incredibly sorry, baby" I speak into her hair as my head is leaning against hers "But I'm right here, I keep you safe, forever and ever, no one will ever hurt you again"
"Every time I look into a mirror I feel their hands on me, every time y/n" she confesses through erratic sobs and cries. "Oh Tasha" is the only thing I can say, what can I even replay to that, it's over now, Nat or you're with me now, you're safe. That doesn't make it better, so I just pull her close, holding her as she cries, for hours. Just sitting in the shower under burning hot water as she lets all those bottled up feelings rip her apart. Just holding her as she hopes for the water to take away the feeling on her skin, the feeling of abuse, the feeling of countless rapes, the feeling of the horrors of the Red Room.
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therapy= Marvel, Criminal Minds & coloured eyeliner
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أدب الهواةjust some oneshots because I miss Nat like hell. this is probably gonna be pretty angsty cuz I suck at writing fluff :D as long as the age is not specifically indicated, it's nat x girlfriend/wife I PROMISE THE WRITING GETS BETTER😭😭 DISCLAIMER I...