Summary: Natasha Romanoff breaks into your house. Which is weird because one; why is Natasha Romanoff breaking into your house? and two; she’s supposed to be dead.
Warnings: useless lesbians, a tiny bit of angst, some fluff, brief mention of alcohol, therapy, arguments, some mention of past trauma
Word count: 11k
a/n: from the vault. kind of starts off as a crack fic, and then becomes a bit less of a crack fic. one of the first fics i’ve ever written. avengers endgame spoilers and also spiderman no way home spoilers kind of ig..anyways i love natasha <3
Summary: Natasha Romanoff breaks into your house. Which is weird because one; why is Natasha Romanoff breaking into your house? and two; she’s supposed to be dead.
Warnings: useless lesbians, a tiny bit of angst, some fluff, brief mention of alcohol, therapy, arguments, some mention of past trauma
Word count: 11k
a/n: from the vault. kind of starts off as a crack fic, and then becomes a bit less of a crack fic. one of the first fics i’ve ever written. avengers endgame spoilers and also spiderman no way home spoilers kind of ig..anyways i love natasha <3
SUMMARY: Melina, my workplace’s neighbour, wants to set me up with her daughter.
I’d only ever hear about Natasha every couple of weeks, when her adoptive father, the mechanic that owned the garage workshop beside my father’s cafe slash bar, met up with my uncle for beers one day last year. Ever since then, our families have been loosely intertwined, friendly but not too close. Alexei fixed my mom’s wrecked car for a cheap price, in return I let his youngest daughter Yelena have free coffees whenever she pops over.
From what my father told me, Alexei’s entire family, including his wife, were all involved in the family business of repairing cars, except for his eldest daughter: Natasha, who turned out to be an FBI agent living in Quantico. Dad says they’re proud of her but they miss her.
“(Y/N),” my brother calls from the kitchen. I put down my phone and find him balancing three plates of sandwiches and a salad in his spindly arms.
He opens his mouth to explain the orders, but I cut him off.
“Alexei,” I say, pointing to the bacon and egg sandwich. “A salad for Melina. The tuna and tomato roll is Yelena’s. Did they want drinks?”
Peter nods. “Four coffees and a large bottle of water, they already have them.”
I ruffle his hair to thank him and grab the plates, balancing the third on my forearm until I can place it on a tray. I carry it outside, years of waitressing practice keeping it balanced, and head towards the garage.
“Melina?” I call. Moments later the raven haired woman slips out of the office and smiles. She yells something in Russian that causes Yelena to slide out from under a silver BMW, covered in black grease. Alexei appears moments later wielding a spanner.
They hound me for their orders, gratefully patting my shoulder and carrying their food away to their separate stations. Yelena disappears into the shadows with her sandwich, and her father to his desk, but Melina simply brightens and says, “(Y/N), have you heard? Natalia is visiting.”
“Yes!” Alexei yells around a mouthful of bread. “Family, reunion! Grandbabies!”
Melina hisses something in their mother tongue. I laugh, and then ask if Natasha was bringing her kids, though I wasn’t aware she had any.
“He means nothing of it, Natalia is focused on work at the moment. Too focused, I think. No babies. No partner.”
“Tell her about her penthouse!” Alexei encourages.
Melina flaps a hand at him in irritation. “Yes, well, she has broken up with Bruce, the shy scientist from work. And then Sharon, charming field operative, also from work. And now she refuses to date. Because of work.”
I chuckle nervously. “Where are you going with this?”
Melina smiles innocently. “Nowhere. What happened to your last girlfriend, again? Your father mentioned something about …" The look in her eyes is enough to egg me on, though the subject is one I rarely speak of these days.
Rubbing the back of my neck, I say, "Carol left to travel Europe.”
“Shame,” she nods sympathetically. “You don’t seem bothered. Are you not looking for a relationship?”
“Not actively, but I’m sure another troublemaker will find me. I don’t have a good track record of steady relationships,” I admit.
“Neither does Natalia!” Alexei shouts.
“Oh!” I say. “Does she want Carol’s number? Or my friend Harley, she’s not looking for commitment.”
Yelena snickers. Alexei frowns. Melina chuckles. “No, no, Natalia needs someone she doesn’t work with, and you need someone serious, and we need grandbabies before we die, since Yelena neglects it.”
I flush a bright red. “Grandb— I'm— okay, first of all, neither of us have the equipment for that—”
“Neither did Dad,” Yelena pipes up, referring to the fact that she and her sister were adopted.
“Hey!”
“(Y/N)!” Peter calls, rounding the corner. “Ned’s coming over to pick me up, we need to finish our physics project. Uncle Ben should be here soon, can you manage the bar until he gets here?”
I jump onto the excuse and yell back affirmation, say a quick goodbye to Melina before speed-walking back to the cafe.
Peter leaves with Ned soon after, and Ben arrives at around the same time. I move to the kitchens while he takes over serving our regulars, as he’s friendlier with them than me.
I work on making more sandwiches and tapas meals until four, when my shift ends. I kiss Uncle Ben on the cheek and head home.
The smell of paprikash greets me as I unlock the door to my apartment, which I guess means that my roommate is home. I call out a hello to her and head to the shower.
I groan happily as the hot water rains down on my front. I close my eyes and lean my head back, thinking over how strange the day had been, and lose myself in a trance of relaxation.
“(Y/N/N)!” Wanda barges in. I jump and almost slip grabbing the shower curtain to cover my body as I peek out at her.
“I’m naked,” I hiss.
She ignores me and holds up two clothes hangers. “Pantsuit or dress?”
I push my wet hair out of my face. “Uh, are you bar-hopping with Vision or going to a family dinner?”
“Get together with some friends,” she explains. “Vis, Sam, Steve and some guy named Bucky who I’m informed we’re supposed to be pretending Steve isn’t in love with, do you know him?”
“Nope.”
“Okay, well, he’s bringing some friends, so I’m bringing you. Don’t make that face, you know almost everyone.”
“I don’t feel like getting drunk,” I complain.
“Good! You can be the designated driver. Pantsuit or dress?”
Grumbling, I tell her, “Dress.”
“Okay, thanks, you wear the pantsuit, be ready by seven. May the Force be with you!”
She ducks as I throw my shampoo bottle at her. We bicker and mock and tease as I pat myself dry and she changes into the scarlet dress. While she braids her hair, I carefully slip into the navy and white striped pantsuit, and we move into her bedroom to make use of her vanity, since the sun’s lowering position in the sky shone straight into the window while my room would be encased in dimness by now. I sit in the chair and she leans over me, brushing her eyelashes with delicate mascara. We fall into our normal going-out-getting-ready rhythm, periodically handing each other different brushes, comparing lipstick shades, and commenting on our days. She tells me about her brother’s latest shenanigans and I make the grave mistake of commenting on Melina’s attempted set-up earlier today, much to Wanda’s entertainment. The two had never met but they both shared the pure ecstasy that came with matchmaking involving me.
“Do you think she’s pretty?” Wanda wonders.
“I’ve seen photos,” I shrug. “She’s a redhead. Yelena says she changes hairstyles often.”
“That doesn’t answer my question! Pretty redhead or no?”
“They were baby photos, Wanda! I didn’t have an opinion on her looks past the Wonder Woman pajamas.”
She hums, and turns to draw a small heart under my left eye with her gel liner pen. “It would be nice if you wound up with her, but if you do fall madly in love with her beautiful red locks and decide to move to Washington to marry her and have her babies, I will murder you. You pay your rent on time and you’re fun and please, please do not make me move back in with my brother.”
“Why does everyone keep bringing up babies?” I yell.
An hour later we’re pulling up to the bar in the back of a cab arguing about getting a cat. The debate of whose bathroom would host the litter tray is interrupted by Wanda spotting Vision through the window and quickly smacking my arm and hissing at me to hurry up and pay so she can sneak in and scare him. Unfortunately, I can’t locate my purse inside my bag.
“(Y/N), (Y/N), go, go, go …”
“Wanda, Wanda, going, going, going … Aha!” I pay the driver and find myself being ushered inside before I can put my purse back in my bag.
Sam, a friend of Wanda’s from college, ends up foiling her evil master plan by pointing her out as soon as she walks in the door. Vision, being a good sport, pretends to be startled when she yells “BOO!” in his ear. As she cackles manically before sliding into the chair beside him, I notice the only free space is by the pretty blonde woman beside a man with brown hair pulled into a bun.
“Oh, look who I dragged out with me!” Wanda exclaims, taking a sip of Vision’s drink and making a grand gesture with her hands. “(Y/N)!”
I’m greeted with a chorus of hello’s. I bow and grin as I sit by the woman and offer a polite smile. Steve leans over points to the brunet man. “This is Bucky, we were close as friends. As kids. We were close as friends, when we were kids.”
Sam snorts into his beer.
Steve clears his throat awkwardly. “And this is his partner from work, Nat.”
I get a closer inspection and my eyes widen in shock. “Natalia?”
“Her name is Natasha.” Steve corrects.
“I thought her name was Natalie?” Vision frowns.
“She goes by Nat, who cares?” Sam shrugs.
“Natalia Alianovna Romanova?” Wanda yelps. “(Y/N)! You didn’t tell me this was theNatalia!”
“The what? I— Do I know you two?” Natasha asks, bewildered.
“Not me!” Wanda says, and then makes a motion for zipping her lips shut.
Everyone turns to me. I chuckle nervously. “I should probably explain. Hi, I’m (Y/N), your parents want me to have your babies.”
Summary: Sometimes you forget the rules, luckily you have Natasha to remind you.
Warnings:18+! Minors DNI! r tops but like a bottom, dumbification, degradation, innocence kink
Word count: 1.6k
Your lack of immediate satisfaction of her request causes her to groan and flip you over. “Natasha, come on.” you whine as your body bounces on the mattress. You don’t have time to recover or retaliate before she’s climbing on top of you.
“Give me what I want.” she says with such entitlement dripping from her sultry tone that it makes you almost cum right then and there. She lowers herself onto your face, and, without her having to ask again, you obediently stick out your tongue.
One of her hands is holding onto the headboard as the other holds your head in place. Your hands snake around the back of her thighs and you scratch her lower back, down to her ass, as you try to guide her movements. You enter her with just the tip of your tongue, darting it in and out, licking and teasing her as you feel her arousal cover your chin and cheeks. You know you’re playing with fire. You know you’re only here because she allows it.
She doesn’t waste more words on you, and with just a small sigh of annoyance lets you know she’s disappointed. You’re not doing well enough. Teasing isn’t what she’s asking for. She grabs a firmer hold of you as she fully sits down on your face. You can’t do much else but lay there trying to move your tongue the best you can while she grinds into you. She notices the way your body squirms under her as you try to move your head away when you start to feel pain in your lungs from the lack of air. She reminds you you’ll only breathe when it doesn’t inconvenience her too much. She tells you to remember that always.
She pulls your head back by your hair so she can make you suck her clit. Her breaths are short and laboured as her movements on top of you become erratic. She grinds her wet cunt against your mouth a few more times before she lets out a loud moan and, throwing her head back, finally comes in your mouth.
She lowers her body and straddles your hips before licking her slick off your face. Not giving you time to catch your breath, she crashes her lips against yours and moans into your mouth at the taste of herself on your tongue. She takes control of the kiss, just like she has taken control over everything else in your life, as she starts to grind her hips into you again.
“I want more,” she says before leaving a trail of kisses from your mouth down your jaw, and to your neck. Her teeth sink into the flesh there and you bite your lip so as to not make a sound. She hums in approval of your compliance before sucking on the same spot and licking over it.
You blindly reach your hand out in the general direction of the drawers by the side of the bed. Natasha notices your movements and you wince at the way her elbow digs into your abdomen when she hurls her body onto you to get the strap she knows you’re reaching for. She stops you when you go to put it on, and does it for you instead. You’re surprised by how gentle she is, and try not to let the paranoia take over. She’s just being nice.
She goes to straddle you again, and as she begins to lower herself down onto your cock you hear the way she mumbles disapprovingly under her breath “I have to do allthe work, don’t I?”
“Wait, I can do it. I was going to.” you know she can hear the panic in your voice as you sit up slightly and pull away from her.
Seeing as you moved away, Natasha sits down on your legs instead, looking amused as ever at your response. You feel your own arousal grow again when her wet cunt comes into contact with your bare thighs.
“You’re sure my dumb little baby knows how?” she coos, as she rolls her hips against you.
It’s rare she lets you take control. She never really does. But when she sees the sparkle in your eyes and how adamant you are to prove yourself to her she lets you climb on top and bottom out inside her.
You watch the cock sink into her before your gaze travels up and you take in the view from your position. You’re not used to it, not used to seeing Natasha laying underneath you. Her skin glistens with sweat, her tits moving with the way she breathes. It’s almost second nature to you now, and you don’t even think about it as you lower your mouth to one of her breasts. Your lips wrap around her hardened nipple as you suck it into your mouth. You weren’t expecting the loud moan that Natasha lets out. Her hands shoot to the back of your head as she pushes your face closer. “Just like that, baby.” Praise is not something she gives you often but when she does, it warms your whole body. “Such a stupid, desperate girl. Can’t think of anything other than having my tits in your mouth, can you?” you suck harder and she takes in a sharp breath. “Move your hips.” the sweetness in her voice is gone in a flash when she speaks the next words.
You bring your hips back a little and then push them down again, listening for her reaction. When you hear the satisfied sigh that escapes her lips you do it again. Lifting yourself up, you look down at her as you continue to slowly slide your cock in and out of her. Your gaze is pulled away from her face when you notice the way her tits bounce from how you move. You start to fuck into her, fast. Loving the way her whole body moves like it’s under yourcontrol. Her tits bouncing more and more as you rut into her faster. Your mind is held captive by her perfect body. The sounds that come out of her mouth, the whines, the moans, the way her name slips off her tongue like you’re doing a good job.
“Does that feel good?” you ask. Your tone, entirely too innocent, makes Natasha smile as she pulls you down into a soft kiss. “Yes, baby. Keep going.”
She moves her head to the side before she presses your face into the crook of her neck. You suck on the skin there as you pick up the pace again. Thrusting your cock into her harder as your hand moves to play with her clit. “Are you close?” you mumble the question against her neck.
“Is my pretty girl tired already?” she asks, petting your hair, as she feels the way your movements slow and your breathing picks up.
“I’m close.” you whisper.
“You can cum,” she says as she begins to move her hips into you herself when you stop moving yours entirely. The shock of how easily you were given permission threw you off for a second and made you forget what you were doing. “Oh don’t act so surprised baby, you did good,” she grabs your ass and forces your hips to meet her movements, “Making me feel so good,” you move away from where your head was resting on her shoulder to read her face, trying to see if she’s telling the truth. She lifts her head up a little to press a quick kiss to your lips and nods her head. “Just move your hips a little more, make me cum too, okay baby?”
You nod your head eagerly as you look down between your bodies. Your fingers are playing with her clit, and the cock sinks in and out of her as you begin to move again. She wraps her legs around you pulling you closer.
The way you push into her, and the growing resistance from her as her cunt clenches around the toy causes the pressure against your own clit to increase. The tension inside of you bursts right before she screams out your name and comes around the toy.
You use the little strength you have left to slip off the harness before you lay down next to her. You rest against the pillow and take in all of her. How beautiful she is. How peaceful and kind she looks laying next to you.
She turns to face you and when her eyes open the look in them makes you shiver.
“What’s the main rule?” she asks as she strokes your cheek with her thumb.
Your eyes widen, and your mouth goes dry when you try to speak.
“What’s the main rule?” she asks again, her tone contrasting the loving way her hand holds your face.
“I don’t get to come before you,” you say, your voice quiet.
“Uh-huh.”
“But you said I could.” you try to defend.
“I said you could, but I never said when did I?” you see the menacing excitement in her eyes. Like she caught you in her trap.
“But-”
“Shush,” her grip on your chin tightens, “You broke the rule because you’re just a dense little whore.”
After the snap, your boyfriend, Steve, can’t live with his own failure. Natasha comforts you the best way she knows how.
Warnings: SMUT F/F fingering, oral
Word Count:1.7k
Steve was broken. A ghost of his former self.
You would find him all the time now, staring off into the distance, his sea-blue eyes glazed over. In those moments, you’d grab his hands in yours, whisper in his ear.
It’s not your fault. He was too powerful, too strong. There was nothing we could do.
But it didn’t matter how gentle your voice was, how soft the kisses you pressed against his cheek were, how tight you wrapped him in your arms. He never listened.
Grief and guilt are savage beasts. They will twist your mind with their claws and crush your heart in their fists. But, you can outrun them, if you want to. The rest of the team did, they managed to find a way to still live, to find something worth fighting for, even with the beasts at their heels.
Steve didn’t. He let the beasts catch him, and you weren’t strong enough to fight them off for him.
The Steve you knew and loved, the golden-haired, brave, Captain America, was gone. Dead.
And you didn’t know what to do.
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You are dreaming.
You and him. Him and you.
Down by the lake, where you used to go all the time.
The water is glistening, the surface so clear you could peer over the edge and feel like you’re falling into space; a pool full of stars. The air is calm, quiet.
Steve’s fingers are entwined with yours. You lean in, brush his ear with your lips, whisper something. He laughs, long and loud and happy. Your cheeks hurt from grinning.
You let your eyes linger on his face, etch the details of his features into your brain. His full lashes, his rosy cheeks, his pink lips. The way he looks at you as if you are his entire world. The way he used to look at you all the time.
Suddenly, he’s kissing you, pinning you to the ground. You feel the grass tickle your arms, the heat radiating from his skin. You feel his lips, on your mouth and your jaw and your neck.
God, you missed this. You missed him.
You want more, you need more, you fall into his touch, further and further and…
“Y/N.” Someone shakes your arm. “Wake up.”
You open your eyes. Natasha is sitting on your bed, watching you. Her hair is down, she’s wearing a black tank top, sweatpants that sit just on her hips.
“Nat,” you whisper, sitting up, “what are you doing here?”
“I just-” she begins, but she stops, looks to the ground shyly.
You’d never seen the super spy so nervous. “It’s okay… you can tell me.” You encourage.
“I just wanted to check up on you.” The red-head confesses, her eyes meeting yours.
Your eyebrows knit together in confusion. “Why?”
“I know how hard everything has been, with Steve.” Nat mutters. “I see you, Y/N. I see you bring him meals that he doesn’t eat, I see you knock on the door and get no answer. I can’t imagine how hard it is for you.”
Tears burn at your eyes, threaten to spill over. “Thank you, Nat,” you mutter, “but I’m fine.”
“Don’t lie to me, Y/N.” She wraps her fingers around your arm, gently. “You’re not fine. I mean… you don’t even sleep in the same room as him anymore.”
The truth hits you like a knife to the chest. “He just… needs time.” You stutter.
“No.” Natasha says, lifting your chin with her fingers. “Don’t make excuses for him. Don’t lie. You don’t have to, not with me.”
Her hand is warm underneath your chin. It reminds you of him, his skin and his hot touch. It’s enough to make you fall over the edge. You let yourself cry, big, heavy sobs that rob your lungs of breath. Nat holds you, wraps your body in her arms, lets you dampen her shirt with your tears.
“I just feel so… alone.” You choke into her shoulder.
“I know.” She comforts, caressing your hair. “It’s okay. I’m here.”
She trails your fingers gently through your locks, massages your scalp. You close your eyes.
“Maybe,” she whispers, her voice feather-soft, “I can help you not feel so alone.”
You tilt your head in confusion. “What do you mean?”
Her fingers fall to your thigh, drift up and down. “I mean,” she purrs, “we can have a little fun…if you want?”
Your breath catches in your throat. A thousand thoughts race through your mind at once.
You’re still with Steve. It’s wrong, so wrong. She’s your friend. He still loves you, he does. You can’t do this to him, you can’t betray him…
“Come on,” Nat’s breath tickles your ear, “I can make you feel good, Y/N. I know that’s what you want.”
Your mind floods with wanting. You haven’t been touched in so long. Too long.
You love Steve, with every fibre of your body. You do. But the weight of this love has been sitting on your shoulders for so long. It was crushing you. You were exhausted. Was it wrong to want a break from that? Even for just one night?
You took a deep breath.
“S-Steve can’t know.” You stutter out. “Nobody can.”
“They won’t.” Nat assures, her fingers caressing your cheek. “This stays our little secret.”
You look at your best friend, into her midnight blue eyes. Realisation washes over you. You want her, her touch and her lips, all over your body. You want her everywhere.
You nod your permission.
That’s all she needs.
She brushes your hair behind your ear, exposing your neck. You moan in pleasure as her lips kiss the soft flesh there.
“Do you know how long I’ve wanted you?” She teases, leading your head down to the pillow. “Do you know how many nights I’ve dreamt about you, my pretty best friend, naked underneath me?”
Your stomach turns with arousal at her words.
Her fingers grab at the bottom of your shirt, lift it over your head. You’re not wearing a bra. “I’m going to treat you good, baby. Better than Steve ever could.” She purrs.
Your nipples are hard, exposed to the cold air. She puts one into her mouth, swirls it with her tongue, kneads your other breast in her hand. You moan in ecstasy.
She grins triumphantly. “You like when I play with your pretty tits, don’t you?”
“Yes… holy fuck.” You whimper, your cheeks blushing at how desperate you already were.
Nat chuckles and returns to suck at your neck. Slowly, her hands drift down to your thighs. She grabs the waistband of your shorts, pulls them down your legs. You are in nothing but your underwear.
“Look at you,” the woman murmurs, trailing kisses up your legs, “laid out here for me… so perfect.”
She stops before her mouth reaches your heat. A solitary finger traces your slit through the piece of cloth, eliciting a moan from you.
Ever so slowly, she pulls your panties down your legs, throws them in the corner of the room.
She spreads your legs wide. You’re glistening with arousal.
“Holy shit,” she breathes, “you’re so wet for me, baby.”
She slides one finger into you first, then two, making you gasp. She curls her digits delicately, searching for your special spot. A moan leaves your lips when she finds it.
“Natasha-” you breathe out.
She doesn’t answer. She is on a mission, her fingers deep within your pussy, repeatedly curling up and down. A knot begins to build in your stomach.
Already? You think in disbelief.
“Fuck Nat, I’m going to come.” You whine, your eyes closing.
“Come for me, Y/N. It’s okay.” The red-head purrs, her fingers continuing their assault.
A wave of intense pleasure washes over you. Warmth radiates throughout your body. Your thighs shake around Nat’s fingers.
Delicately, the spy removes her digits from your pussy. They are soaked with arousal.
“Be a good girl,” she demands, climbing towards your face, “open up.”
You wrap your mouth around her fingers, lick them clean. Your cum tastes sweet. Saccharine.
Then, Natasha’s plump lips are on yours, her tongue in your mouth. Tasting you.
Your clit throbs. You begin to close your legs.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Nat says, wedging a hand in-between your smooth thighs. “We’re not done.”
Before you can blink, your legs are strung over her shoulders. She breathes on your already sensitive clit. Goosebumps rise all over your flesh.
Her tongue licks along your slit before her lips attach to your clit. She flicks the sensitive bud in her mouth, sending vibrations straight up to your core.
You bury your fingers in her hair as your lips part open in pleasure.
Her tongue is magic, your whole body twists and turns to her rhythm. As you lose yourself in bliss, you forget all the immense tension you have been holding for the last year, the grief and the guilt, the unbearable sadness that has clouded your mind…
Nat’s mouth is everywhere you want it. Desperately, you twirl your nipples in between your fingers, knead your breasts. Your toes begin to curl.
She holds your hips down as she licks another orgasm out of you.
You erupt in ecstasy. Intense warmth and pure, perfect pleasure are all you feel. You are free, flying amongst the stars. You are awash in sensation, vibrating from your core to the tips of your toes and the top of your head.
Natasha drinks from your heat, lapping at your arousal, her fingers still clenched around your thighs.
You lie back on the bed, breathing heavily, sweat beading your flesh.
“That was amazing.” You choke out, breathless.
Nat appears at your side, wraps an arm around your shoulder.
“Did you expect anything less?” She teases. You smile up at the ceiling.
Moonlight sneaks in from between the curtains, illuminating your best-friend’s irises.
“Thank you.” You whisper into the silence. “I needed that.”
It takes a minute before your reply arrives. “It was the least I could do, Y/N.”
That night, you both fall asleep in each other’s arms.
Tomorrow, you will struggle with guilt and the consequences of what you had just done.
But right now, while the sun was still down and your best friend breathed softly beside you, you could pretend the rest of the world didn’t exist.
Summary: After getting better from your original sickness, there was still something that you had yet to be gifted with…but Natasha was sick of waiting.
Word Count: 4.5k+
Warnings: R’s title of ‘daddy’, Natasha’s title of 'little dove’, subspace mention
After a few days, you had started to feel better and had much more energy than when you had originally gotten sick. Much to Natasha’s disagreement, you had gone back to work at the firm to take care of various meetings and deals. However, that was easily ignored because of how she was always made up once you came home and doted on her, giving her whatever she wanted.
A wet sensation on your face made you grimace and you groaned as you shifted on the sofa. Eventually, you came around blinking quickly to adjust to your surroundings and recognised a hefty weight on your chest. Once you glanced down, you were met with a faceful of wet puppy nose.
“Ugh, your breath stinks.”
Barney whined as you pushed his nose out of your face and he tried nudging you again, but you placed your hands on both his cheeks to keep him at bay. You groaned as he kept trying, stomping on your chest in the process, before you ended up shouting at Natasha to help you.
“Natty! Get your manky mutt out of my face!”
The sound of heels clicking across the laminate gave you a feeling of relief, knowing that Natasha was finally going to get her dog out of your face. With one last gentle shove, you were able to get Barney’s face out of yours, but he refused to move from your chest.
“Your dog has serious attachment issues,” you grumbled. Natasha scoffed slightly as she lifted Barney from your chest to cradle him in her arms like a baby, and you left out a sigh of relief now you could breathe properly. “He needs a bath as well, stinky mongrel.”
Natasha rolled her eyes at your dramatics and turned her attention to Barney, peppering his nose and head in gentle kisses as you stayed facing the ceiling, your forearm laid comfortably across your eyes. “He was trying to make you feel better, stop being such a grump, he loves his daddy as much as I do.”
“Very funny,” you mumbled in amusement. Natasha scoffed once more and kept her attention on Barney as she began to speak to him like a baby. “You were just trying to make grumpy feel better, weren’t you baby? Yes, you were, yes you were! Such a good boy, now go and play.” Natasha placed him down on the ground and smiled as he scurried off, but then pouted when your attention still wasn’t on her.
“Ahem.”
“Yes, my lo-”
Once you had turned your head to look at Natasha, it was as though all the oxygen had been sucked out of you, and you were pretty sure you had started to drool. The younger woman was dressed in a skintight, pink candy-striped nurse’s outfit which was short enough that you could see the curve of her ass as she gave you a twirl. To top it off, the outfit was complimented by white thigh-high stockings and dangerouslyhigh pink heels.
“Fuck me.”
“Is that an invitation, daddy?”
“Little dove, you look positively delicious, come here.”
Natasha stepped giddily towards you when you patted your lap. She was quick to straddle you and trapped you beneath her with her toned thighs, which you immediately ran your hands over, teasing to go under her skirt. The low cut of the outfit had her perked breasts sitting comfortably even if they were threatening to spill from the outfit.
You tilted your head as you looked up at Natasha and bit down hard on your bottom lip, to help hide the smirk that had spread across your lips. Natasha took a shaky breath as she felt the hard package beneath her, which was comfortably tucked away in the comfort of your sweats, and you gave a sinister smile.
“You think you were the only one that had something planned? You should know I’m always one step ahead of you sweetheart, I always will be.” The lust that laced through your voice had Natasha squirming on top of you, and you let out a quiet groan as the piece of the strap nestled inside you brushed your walls. Nimble fingers made quick work of the tie of your sweats before they were desperately pulled down your legs. “So eager. I love it when you’re so desperate for me.”
“Please,” Natasha whimpered against your neck, gently sucking and nibbling across the column of your throat, knowing how much it riled you up. “I don’t think I can wait much longer, I need you to touch me so badly.” The end of her sentence was followed by a breathy moan as calloused hands roughly pulled down the top of her outfit and began to harshly grope her chest.
“Oh-”
“Is this what you wanted, Little dove? You want daddy to use you however I want? Make you take whatever I give you?” Another whorish moan erupted from the back of Natasha’s throat as she rolled her hips more aggressively, the strap teasing itself through her slickened folds. Without prompt, Natasha moved one of your hands from her chest and towards her throat as she nodded in agreement.
“Use me, please. I won’t ask for anything else.”
“No?”
“I promise, daddy. Now fuck me.”
Ecstasy. Natasha was your personal strain of ecstasy and you were fully addicted. Your life revolved around the younger woman, and you could assume that you’d never get through a day without having at least one taste of her.
“Whatever my perfect girl wants,” you agreed as you thrust your hips up, your strap easing into her quickly, and Natasha whined at the familiar stretch. Your starting pace was deep and brutal, Natasha’s breasts bouncing perfectly in time with each buck of your hips. It didn’t take long for you to pull the rest of Natasha’s outfit away, leaving her bare on top of you, free for you to admire. “You always take me so well, sweetheart. Your pretty pussy sucking me in, such a good girl.”
Natasha clawed at your stomach, covering it in aggressive red marks as she rolled her hips in time to match your unforgiving thrusts, and whimpered as the hand around her throat gradually tightened. Her jaw was slack, her hair draped loosely across her shoulders, and her eyes were clenched shut as you relentlessly pounded into her. The strap nestled inside you stroked your walls, hitting you in all the right places, making your legs tremble, but you refused to give in to the pleasure.
“‘M so full…feels so good. Harder, please,” Natasha slurred as her movements started to become sloppy. A small slap to the face, and a tug of her hair, was all it took to get her movements and focus back on track, her bottom lip now held captive between her teeth. Once both of your rhythms were back in sync you made sure to give Natasha what she wanted, but that wasn’t before flipping the two of you over so she was laid on her back underneath you.
It was easier for you to discard your shirt, tossing it aside to the pile of clothes, and Natasha’s hands were quick to find your breasts. She squeezed your chest harshly, both of you moaning from the copious amount of arousal you were both receiving from each other’s actions. You grunted as you angled yourself differently, finding yourself able to push the strap deeper into both you and Natasha, and smiled as a broken moan made its way from Natasha’s mouth.
“That’s my girl, so desperate for my cock, aren’t you? Just a needy little whore,” you chastised confidently. The white of your knuckles beside Natasha’s head was the telling point that you were close, alongside the clench of your jaw. Natasha nodded in agreement as she pulled you down to kiss you fervently, her legs wrapping tightly around your waist to bring you closer.
“Fuck, right there, don’t stop,” Natasha mumbled against your lips between desperate kisses. The kisses were open-mouthed, sloppy and uncoordinated, not to mention they were essentially just a clash of teeth and tongues. Both of you were desperate to get the other to finish first, but the desire for you to taste each other overruled.
“Not planning on it, sweetheart,” you replied quickly before you clashed your lips together once more. A hard spank to Natasha’s ass, followed by a few more, had her sucking your tongue into her mouth which drove you to thrust harder as you both neared your high. “Are you going to cum with me, pretty girl? Keep being good for me?”
“Yes yes yes! I swear, please let me cum- fuck!”
You moaned into Natasha’s neck as you felt her body tense underneath you, her thighs beginning to shake as she gripped onto you tighter. Removing one of your hands from above her, you snaked it down between your bodies and pressed your thumb against her clit before moving in circles. “You wanna cum? Cum for me baby.”
Natasha sobbed into the crook of your neck, her legs shaking violently around you as she finally fell over her peak, you following shortly after. You hummed in appreciation into Natasha’s neck as you slowed down your hips, beginning to mouth at her neck and collarbone to mark her.
“Ouch!” Natasha hissed as you bit down particularly hard on the column of her throat. You hummed against her throat and kissed down her body, still sucking marks into her milky skin, and moaned loudly as your mouth attached to her core. You slowly lapped at her entrance and clit teasing her relentlessly, moaning between each taste as you gripped her thighs tighter. “Mmph! Daddy, I can’t.”
“Come on princess, I know you can give me another one, but first I want you to do something for me,” you bargained, kissing along her thighs, and chuckled as she tried to wriggle away. The whines that came from beneath you sent a shiver down your spine, you loved how vocal Natasha always was. “You seem to have been a messy girl, and I want you to clean me up before I give you your special kisses.”
“C-Clean you up?”
The softness of Natasha’s thighs was enticing, and you couldn’t help but sink your teeth into the flesh of her inner thigh. Natasha’s back arched off of the sofa, her skin prickled with goosebumps, and you ran your tongue across the deep mark you just created to soothe it. You moved to lean back on your calves, predatorily staring down at her, and the strap was now back in Natasha’s sight.
“You’ve made such a mess of my cock, princess. I think you should come and clean me up, so I can give you what you want. That seems fair, doesn’t it?”
A wave of arousal flowed through Natasha, straight to her already throbbing core, and she pressed her thighs together whilst she moved to kneel before you. The way you towered over her always made her feel so powerless, so submissive, and it was her favourite thing. Nodding quickly, Natasha reached for the wipes on the table; you were quick to correct her when you gripped her jaw and forced her to face you.
“Nuh-uh. I want to see what that pretty little mouth of yours does, considering you’re always running it. Now, get to work sweetheart, the quicker you make me cum the quicker you’ll get your reward.”
Natasha blinked quickly, processing your request, this must have been the first time you’d ever requested anything that could be deemed more for your pleasure than her own. It wasn’t hard for Natasha to come to terms with the fact you seemed to be a ‘touch me not top’, not that Natasha’s pillow princess side was complaining. Eagerly, Natasha moved to kneel on the hardwood floor beside the couch, as you sat more comfortably and lounged back into the comfort of the cushions.
“I wonder how bruised I can make your knees with how long I keep you down there,” you teased menacingly, a sadistic smile on your face. As a reflex to your filthy words, Natasha’s freshly manicured nails dug into your thighs, tight enough that crimson liquid was brought to the surface, and a pleasurable hiss left your mouth. “Fuck.”
“Can I? Please?” Natasha questioned shyly, practically drooling at the sight in front of her. You watched as Natasha shuffled impatiently in her spot, her tongue darting out slowly to wet her lips as she drank you in. “I wanna touch you, daddy. Please let me.”
Before you could even finish nodding and giving permission, Natasha licked a long stripe up the toy and moaned at the taste of her own slick around it. Marvelling in her actions, you threaded your fingers through her thick locks, to keep her hair out of the way, as she took the whole length in her mouth until the tip of her nose brushed your pubic bone. “That’s it dove, you can do it. Such a good girl for me.”
A muffled agreement is heard as she keeps bobbing up and down to the attached appendage, slivers of spit spilling from the corners of her mouth. You bit your lip hard, groaning at the sensation you could feel through Natasha’s movements, and your hips bucked involuntarily. Natasha gagged with a whine, but that was quickly followed by a moan, and her eyes began to water. “So pretty when you cry…now, let me use that mouth of yours sweetheart. Sit up straight.”
You pulled Natasha off the strap by a fistful of hair, smiling cynically when you heard her gasp for breath and splutter, and gently stroked the side of her face. “Colour?” “Green, daddy.” You nodded, running your fingers through her hair to grab a fistful, and you hummed as Natasha automatically opened her mouth without any prompting, and stuck her tongue out. Leaning down, you let saliva gather in your mouth before letting it drop onto Natasha’s tongue.
“Don’t you swallow until I tell you to, you hear me?” You stared Natasha down, as she rubbed her thighs together to gain some sort of friction, and tilted her chin up towards the ceiling. You watched closely as the drop of spit travelled down her tongue. “Swallow, now.”
Without hesitation Natasha swallowed, making you smile, and then you leant down to capture her lips in a dominating and bruising kiss. The younger woman’s hands twitched with vigour, knowing better than to grab onto you, as she awaited your next move. Once you had suddenly pulled away, you wasted no time in pushing Natasha’s head down onto your cock, ultimately making her gag, and began fucking into her mouth.
With every thrust you groaned with pleasure, creating a comfortable rhythm for yourself to receive the most pleasure, and for Natasha to not get really hurt as you used her however you wished. The stimulation of the strap, as well as Natasha’s nails scratching at your thighs quickly, had you close to the edge. “That’s my good fucking girl, so well behaved. I’m gonna cum, dove.”
The Russian looked up at you through her eyelashes, her mascara smudged from her tears, and you could see how fucked out her mouth seemed but you weren’t finished. Not yet, she was far too beautiful on her knees for you.
“You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth. I should have you on your knees more often,” you panted, Natasha’s doe eyes looking up at your own. You knew how much Natasha loved the praise, loved the validation, it was what had her so attached to you. Her whole life was you.
A few more thrusts were all it took for you to hit your peak, a string of ‘fucks’ mixed with praises of ‘good fucking girl’ for Natasha tumbled clumsily out of your mouth. Natasha pushed her head down the whole length of the strap and then pulled off with a ‘pop’, doing her best to catch her breath as she pressed open-mouthed kisses to your thighs and lower abdomen. The twitch in your legs had Natasha giggling to herself whilst you slowly lowered yourself to her height so you were knelt in front of her.
“Holy fucking shit.”
Natasha giggled once more and leaned forward to pepper kisses on your face until you pulled her in for a proper kiss, your tongue gliding possessively across her bottom lip asking for entrance. She melted into your embrace pulling the strap away from your hips, causing you to whine slightly from being sensitive and tossed it to the side to clamber onto your lap. The way Natasha felt in your arms was something you would never get tired of feeling, your bare bodies pressed against each other.
“That good, huh?” Natasha teased when she pulled away, gently pressing a kiss to your nose. You rolled your eyes at her smugness but nodded in agreement, pulling her closer to your body to press kisses against her neck, and then chuckled as she started to shift in your lap. “Someone is eager to get some special kisses. Aren’t you, my love?”
“It’s been so long since I’ve had your mouth on me, I just…I need it so badly,” Natasha whimpered, bucking her hips towards you. It was easy for you to lift yourself off the ground, even with Natasha still comfortably sitting in your arms, and you made your way up the stairs to toss Natasha haphazardly onto the bed. “Watch it! I’m fragile.”
“Fragile?” You repeated a sarcastic smile on your face, “With the ways you want, and ask, to be fucked I wouldn’t exactly believe that you’re fragile. Now my little dove…I want you to lay back and put your pillow under your hips, you know the one.” Without hesitation, Natasha did as she was told, and you settled on your stomach and admired her glistening cunt with a proud smile. “This wet just from sucking on my cock? You’re such a messy baby.”
“Yes! I-I’m messy, and needy, and just- please.”
“When have I ever told you no, little dove? I’m sure as hell not going to start now,” you muttered lustfully. You made quick work of fully prying open Natasha’s legs and dived in like a woman starved. Your heavy, calloused, hands pushed Natasha’s hips down into the mattress when her back arched, and when her hips bucked upwards, to ensure that you had prime access to her puffy pink cunt.
Sucking the sensitive nub into your mouth Natasha writhed beneath you, chanting your name like a mantra, and pulled at your hair causing you to groan into the tight muscle. The vibrations sent another wave of arousal through Natasha whilst she did her best to roll her hips against your face. The wet lapping noises echoed through the bedroom, highlighting the younger woman’s arousal, and you moaned as you pushed your tongue deeper into her folds.
“Can I cum? Please let me cum, daddy!”
You nodded against her and gave her pussy a sharp slap as she started to release, the taste of her dancing on your tongue, your moans harmonised through the room. Her trembling legs had you pulling her closer as you nuzzled your face further into her, and she loudly cried your name. The bottom of your face was covered in her arousal, before you slowly pulled away and kissed up her body leaving hickeys in your wake, not bothering to wipe your mouth.
“Are you okay, sweetheart?” you mumbled as you nuzzled your head into the crook of her neck, peppering soft kisses on her skin. The exhaustion washed over Natasha as soon as she came down from her high and she grumbled tiredly but nodded nonetheless. “Do you want a bath? Or just some cuddles?” “A bath if that’s okay? I feel sticky.” You nodded and slid off the bed, wrapping Natasha up in some blankets to keep her warm as you fixed up a bath for the two of you.
Once you were happy with the bubbles and temperature, you left the bathroom to find a sleeping Natasha who was still curled up in the soft blanket. It was times like this when you always felt so grateful for what you now have, you had never felt as happy for someone to come into your life and turn it upside down until Natasha did. She was yours, and you were forever hers. Knelt down beside the bed, you gently started to stroke her cheek with your index finger and mumbled softly into her hairline.
“Sweetheart, I need you to wake up. We’ve still got to get a bath and it’ll end up getting cold.”
The muffled reply you received wasn’t really what you wanted, and was very hard to decipher as Natasha shoved her head further into your monstrous amount of plush pillows. Wandering hands found their way to her ass and you began to knead gently; one of Natasha’s favourite things was butt rubs especially if it led to a massage. What could you say? You were good with your hands. Natasha stirred to lay in your direction, peeking her head out of the bundles of blankets, and pouted lazily doing grabby hands at you.
“Carry me.”
“Yes, your highness. So demanding,” you mumbled teasingly, bringing the sleepy Natasha up into your arms. Immediately, the redhead found comfort in the crook of your neck, holding onto you as you placed her down in the warm bath; once the water enveloped her, a soft moan was released from the soreness in her muscles already easing and you climbed in behind her. The strokes you made against her skin as you washed her down were gentle, feather-like, and Natasha melted into your embrace. “Are you okay, little dove?”
“Mhm, jus’ sleepy,” Natasha whispered back, glancing up at your face with a soft smile. Her emerald eyes shone even more so than normal in the gentle candle-light, the steam from the hot water made her hair start to curl and you refused to take your eyes from her. You had seen a fair amount of women, but none of them could ever compare to Natasha. “Are you okay, daddy?”
The name brought you back to reality, recognising Natasha was very much in her subspace and you pressed gentle kisses to her cheek as you wrapped your arms tighter around her frame and pulled her into you. You smiled as she turned to face you, clinging onto you like a koala, and nuzzled her face deeper into the crook of your neck. “I’m more than okay, just thinking.”
“Think ‘bout what?”
You suppressed a chuckle at the slur and shortness of Natasha’s words, pressed another kiss to her head, and slowly stood up still carrying the redhead and wrapped her in her pink fluffy towel. “Don’t you worry your pretty little head about it, you just stay relaxed sweetheart and we can get you to sleep.” Natasha nodded and allowed you to get her dry and ready for bed, and you smiled gently brushing through her hair so that you could braid it, gently pressing a kiss to any spot that gets tugged because of a tangle. With some difficulty, due to Natahsa’s head drooping from being tired, you finally finished braiding her hair and climbed into bed to cuddle.
“Daddy?”
You looked down at Natasha who was laid on your chest, already staring up at you with innocent eyes, a small pout etched onto her face. “Yes, little dove. What’s the matter?” You spoke gently, your calloused hand moving to gently cup her cheek, and your brows furrowed with concern. “You know you can talk to me, even if it is me you’re upset with.”
“You know how I said I wouldn’t ask for anything else?”
“Mhm, what is it dove?”
“Can we get mcdonalds tomorrow?” Natasha whined in a sleepy voice, pouting up at you, and pulled the best puppy eyes known to man. It wasn’t a common occurrence for Natasha to want fast food, but how could you say no when she looked up at you like that? With a small chuckle you nodded, agreeing to the redhead wishes before you tried shushing her to sleep.
“Daddy…”
“Yes?”
“Just one more thing…” Natasha trailed off, looking at you with a cute smile, her lip tucked in between her teeth as she curled into your, tracing patterns against your bare chest. “Can Barney come up here for bed? Just for tonight, pleaseeeee.”
“Absolutely not,” you scoffed, a look of distaste on your features as you continued, “You know the rules, little dove. He’s not allowed into the bedroom or on the bed, we’ve talked about this before, Natty.”
Natasha’s eyes welled with tears at the rejection of her request, this being one of the only times you’ve ever said no to her, and your heart clenched in your chest at the sight of her non-pleasure related tears. It tore your heart more to have Natasha upset, than to have a dog in your bed, and you made the quick decision to hush her tears. “Fine, fine, fine. Please stop crying sweetheart. He can come up, okay? But it’s just for tonight, yeah?” you bargained, wiping her tears and kissing her nose.
Natasha nodded sleepily in agreement, pecking your lips multiple times in gratitude, and then smiled to herself. She knew you better than you knew yourself, even though you said one night, she was adamant that she’d be able to bargain for more. You made your way out of bed and downstairs to find Barney and came back upstairs with him wriggling in your arms, playfully nipping at your hands.
“Stay still, you little fuck.”
After you placed the pup on the bed, you laid beside Natasha once more to get your share of cuddles. Natasha smiled as she held onto you, letting Barney wiggle himself between the two of you and you huffed slightly. Turning your attention to the dog, who was trying to eat your hair, you gave him a warning. “I’m telling you now, it’s only going to be tonight you’re in here. You hear that you little punk? One night.”
Barney barked and you took that as the answer you were looking for. Once settled, you threw your arm over the duo, leaning down to Natasha to press your lips firmly to her own, and rested your foreheads together once you pulled away. “I love you so much, my gorgeous little dove.”
“I love you too daddy,” Natasha whispered, pressing one last kiss to your lips, tangling your legs together. You smiled, closing your eyes, bracing yourself for sleep to overcome you. Natasha giggled quietly to herself as Barney licked your cheek. “Barney says he loves his daddy too.” Natasha smiled more, listening to the sound of your heartbeat, and her gentle fingers traced soft patterns across your skin, easily sending you into a sleepy state. “I guess I love the little mutt too.”
Authors Note: Guys, am so so sorry that it has taken me so long to update, av just not been having a time. but all a can say is av missed writing, and av more than missed my Little Dove! am so happy you’s like this au so much so a hope you enjoy!
Summary: R becomes sick after a deal gone wrong, and Natasha is there to try and figure out what will make you give in to let her look after you. But first, she needs to know a little bit more about your past.
Word Count: 3.9k+
Warnings: Mentions of Mob dealings, Dom/Sub Dynamics, R’s title of ‘Daddy’, Nat’s title of ‘Little Dove’, Mentions of a gun/shooting, Mentions of sickness/illness, Mentions of medication, Bad Parenting. Insinuations of sex.
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Natasha stood at your bedroom window, watching the rain hammer down into the snow-covered ground, and sighed looking at her watch once more. You had been gone all day, and Natasha understood that it was for an important matter, but that didn’t stop her from missing you. A loud bark broke Natasha from her thoughts and she turned to look at her new puppy who darted out of the bedroom and downstairs.
You were home.
You shivered as you walked through the door, your clothes wet from the rain, and the fact you had been tossed into the body of water by the docks after a delivery gone wrong. The squelching noise from your shoes made you grimace as you made your way to the kitchen to make a coffee. The sound of small tippy taps caught your attention, alongside the sudden lapping sound, and you turned your head to watch Natasha’s puppy drink the puddle of water your wet clothes left behind on the floor.
“Shit.”
You pulled the small german shepherd away by their collar and lifted them into the air, keeping them an arm’s length away from you. “Don’t fucking drink that, you little goblin, you don’t even know where that water’s been…I don’t even know where that water’s been. Disgusting thing…where’s your mom? Go and bother Tasha instead of bothering me.”
“So, you two still aren’t friends yet?”
Natasha’s voice caught you off guard but it brought a smile to your face. She took the puppy from you, cuddled it close to her chest and kissed behind its floppy ears. The tilt of the puppy’s head as it looked at you had you glaring, you were convinced that the little mutt had it out for you, and you huffed in distaste.
“I’m not usually friends with things that chew up my expensive shoes.”
“He was just playing, weren’t you Barney?”
You rolled your eyes at your girlfriend’s coddling but accepted the fact that you weren’t going to be able to tell the fleabag off, without Natasha defending them. Natasha gave you a once over and sighed at the multiple puddles that were scattered across the kitchen.
“You need to get out of those wet clothes, it’s the middle of January, you’re going to make yourself sick,” Natasha stated in a motherly tone. “Not to mention, I cleaned the kitchen this afternoon,” Natasha continued as her brows furrowed in concern. “What actually happened? Because you smell…funky.”
“Cheers Tash,” you muttered, stirring your coffee. “Well, we went to the delivery, and some absolute dick decided he was going to try and shoot up the place, more specifically me, so Bucky pushed me into the river to get me out of the way.”
Natasha blinked slowly as the information processed in her mind and she did her best to fight off a smile, even more so a laugh but then frowned at the idea of you nearly getting hurt. “Sweetheart, please go and take a shower. If you stay in those wet clothes any longer you’ll make yourself sick. Besides, I want cuddles but not if you smell bad.”
“Sick? I don’t get sick, but I will shower because…” Natasha watched as you stalked your way towards her and her bottom lip became captive between her teeth. The feeling of Natasha’s warm skin beneath your own cold hands made the two of you shiver, and you traced patterns into her hips with your thumbs. “…I think I want some special time with my little dove.”
The puppy’s yapping split the two of you apart and you huffed slightly when they shoved their head between yours and Natasha’s. “I want to spend time with you…alone…with no puppy.” You tensed your jaw as the puppy tried nipping your chin and nose, so you moved away and trudged upstairs in a sour mood.
Natasha watched you walk away and chuckled to herself before booping Barney on his nose, talking to him in a baby voice. “You need to be nice to daddy, otherwise she’s never going to like you. Also, no more eating her shoes because it makes her grumpy.” Natasha took the small bark as an agreement and smiled before she made her way back upstairs.
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A coughing fit awoke you from your semi-peaceful slumber in the early hours of the morning, but you were quick to chug the day old glass of water on your bedside and try your best to drift back to sleep. Natasha’s warm, and naked, body provided you with some comfort but the stuffy nose you seemed to be suffering from caused you irritation instead. It was an odd feeling, the last time you had a stuffy nose must have been years ago, but you recognised the feeling of it all too well, and you had already begun to grow agitated at the sensation.
Had you gotten sick? Surely not…you don’t get sick.
You moved towards Natasha, throwing an arm around her waist and pulling her closer to your body, and let out a soft sigh of comfort. Natasha’s body felt scorching hot against your own and you felt grateful to have someone who is essentially like a personal heater for when you felt as cold as you did now. Natasha grunted as you shifted beside her and then whined to push you away.
“I love you but you’re too hot, and so am I, but we can still hold hands if you want,” Natasha yawned as she wriggled back into a comfortable position. Your eyes furrowed together in confusion and annoyance, but you bit your tongue before you replied to your younger lover. “I’m not hot at all, I’m freezing.”
Natasha opened her eyes at that, when you were laid against her it was as though your body was melting into her own because of how warm you were. The sound of a stuffy nose also caught her attention as she turned to face you, frowning when she saw you shiver. “Are you sick?”
“No,” you deadpanned before doing your best to let out an annoyed huff, grimacing at the feeling that tingled through your nose and the scratchiness at the back of your throat. “I don’t get sick, I told you that last night.”
The redhead beside you sighed, rubbing the palms of her hands against her cheeks before she sat up with her knees to her chest. She could already tell that this was going to be a fight from start to finish, just like the wound in your shoulder was those few months ago.
“I’m going to get you some medicine, wait here,” the Russian instructed as she made her way out of bed, dressing herself in just the sheer baby pink robe you had bought her from your last ‘business trip’.
You groaned in annoyance as Natasha left the bedroom, and you did your best to try and fall asleep once more but the sound of clattering woke you up once more. Natasha walked through the bedroom door with a tray full of what you could assume were hot drinks, your breakfast and…medicine. The disgusting coloured bottle was sat proudly at the edge and you grimaced before hiding back under the covers.
“No, thank you.”
Natasha narrowed her eyes at the mountain of blankets and comforters you had hidden under. Obviously, your girlfriend did feel bad for you. However, she was also already frustrated with your stubbornness and distaste for receiving help from anybody when you were clearly sick and in discomfort.
“Baby, please just take the medicine. It’ll be over in a flash and I promise you it will help you to feel better much quicker than if you didn’t have any medicine at all.”
“I said, ‘no, thank you’. Now drop it.”
“Daddy,” Natasha warned, the tone in her voice highlighting the seriousness of what she was requesting, and showing that she meant business. Especially considering that nickname is rarely used outside of the bedroom anymore.
Your shuffling under the covers stilled at the tone of her voice, your annoyance starting to arise at the fact it felt as though she was trying to baby you. You were a grown woman who had gone years and years without the help of others, especially whenever you did get sick or hurt. The only person who ever pushed those boundaries was your chosen mother, Maria, and now Natasha.
You hated it.
“Little Dove,” you mimicked, a scowl prominent on your face and sharpness in your tone. Not that Natasha could see because you were still hidden, but you refused to leave the comfort of your blanket cocoon, and you were most certainly not going to have that disgusting medicine. It never works anyway, it always made you feel worse.
Natasha sighed at your reaction and frowned, she was beginning to get upset at the fact you would rather suffer than take some medicine that would help. The redhead placed the tray of food on the bedside before she climbed back into bed with you. You flinched at the contact Natasha’s hand made to your unclothed back as she ran it up and down it in a way to comfort you.
A flash of hurt crossed her face when you shuffled away from her but she stayed in bed with you, giving you your space. You scrunched your eyes closed doing your best to ignore the scratch at the back of your throat, and the aching in your limbs. You were now sure you were sick, but you weren’t going to give Natasha, or anyone else, the satisfaction of admitting it.
“I’m your girlfriend,” Natasha stated confidently. “I’m your girlfriend so you should be letting me take care of you, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about, it’s just me and you. Who would I even tell? Wanda? She wouldn’t say anything. So, just please let me help and take care of you, I don’t like when you’re hurt or ill.”
You sighed and removed the bed covers from over your head before you glanced at her. “You pull out that title to get what you want, Little dove. Very sneaky.” Natasha rolled her eyes but then smiled gently when you rested your head atop of her thighs whilst she sat beside you.
Once what you said had processed, Natasha glared slightly and huffed playfully at you. “Ha. You’re so incredibly funny, I forgot I was dating a comedian.” You shrugged slightly, covering your mouth before you let out a chesty cough, and Natasha gently placed the back of her hand against your forehead.
“You’re burning up, you definitely have a fever. Will you at least let me take your temperature?”
You quickly moved away from her, pulling the blanket off of the bed and wrapping yourself in it as you made a beeline for the bedroom door in a desperate attempt to avoid the conversation. What you failed to recognise was Natasha was much quicker than you in your current groggy and fragile state. Natasha’s eyebrow raised as you tried to get to the door again and you let out a pitiful whine when she stayed in the way.
“Stop being difficult and take your medicine,” Natasha huffed, folding her arms under the swell of her breasts, elevating them slightly. Your eyes glanced over your girlfriend’s nearly uncovered chest before you looked away and let out a huff of agitation.
“I don’t want to, I don’t like it,” you murmured weakly. Natasha tilted her head at your sudden change of demeanour and you grimaced quickly moving away when she pulled another bottle of medicine out of her robe. “Get that shit away from me.”
Natasha dived at you as you made a break for the bathroom, pinning you down onto the bed so that she could straddle your hips and hold you as still as she was able to. Usually, you wouldn’t be opposed to this predicament, but in your weak and achy state, it gave you a lot of discomforts, never mind the fact she was trying to push medicine into your mouth. Every time Natasha got the syringe close to your mouth you turned your head and batted her hand away, sometimes a bit more aggressive than necessary, but this isn’t a situation you wanted to be in.
“Daddy!Just-ugh, just take your medicine and you’ll feel better!”
“I said I don’t like it! Get off of me!”
Natasha huffed once more and glared down at you, but had a teasing smile on her lips. “You’re just a big baby, aren’t you? You can deal with gun or knife wounds…but you won’t take one small mouthful of medicine? Come on baby, grow up.”
You tensed under Natasha at those last two words before forcefully pushing her off you, onto the comfort of the bed, and made your way to the bathroom, slamming the door behind you. Grow up…grow up, those two words rang in your mind, reminding you of the horrible situations and circumstances you had suffered as a child whenever you were poorly.
The fact your parents were always too busy and neglectful when you were fine, highlighted how much worse they were when you truly were poorly. The way they would just tell you to grow up and sort yourself out from a young age, not care whether you were hurting or not, and then not even give you the right medicine to make you feel better. It always left you worse for wear, so you decided to just never let anybody know you were sick and would sleep it off. That was until Tony’s mother found out, and she could recognise the signs of your illness before you could attempt to hide them, and she always looked after you no matter how much you fought it.
**
The wheezing in your breathing wasn’t a promising sign of your current state, you had felt queasy all day and had a fever. As much as you desired your mother, you knew she was busy with meetings all of today, but you couldn’t help that 8 year old you just wanted some comfort and help.
You quietly padded your way through the foyer of your family home, frowning gently at the way the maids changed direction with a pained look when they saw you. It was only like this because they all received a scolding from your parents for ‘coddling’ you too much, but you all knew that they were just giving you the affection you craved for so long.
An exaggerated giggle broke the silence of the hallway as you made your way to your mother’s study and it made you second guess your venture. No matter what you did, she would more than likely be mad at being interrupted…but maybe, just maybe she might give you the attention and affection you were desperate for.
The heaviness of her study door had you stumbling, especially in your weakened state, and the bad feeling you had about interrupting her heightened when you realised she had company. Confusion settled on your features when you noticed your mother sitting in someone’s lap as they pressed kisses against her neck, that someone not being your father.
“Mother?”
“Shit-”
You flinched slightly as you watched your mom essentially throw herself off of the person as she buttoned her shirt back up, and you did your best to shut out their hushed, yet aggravated, argument that was presumably about you.
“You didn’t tell me your brat was home.”
“Yeah well, they were meant to go out with my idiot husband but they decided to get sick.”
You frowned at the harsh words that were thrown about the room as they continued their argument, and teared up slightly at the digs that were about you before your mom came over and grabbed your wrist a bit too harshly.
“Come on then, I’ll get you medicine and then you’re to stay in your room,” she muttered unpleasantly, a warning glare directed your way to which you knew to agree immediately. Her grip never lessened as she sat you down before rummaging through the cupboard to grab the first thing she found and poured the liquid onto a spoon.
“Open up.”
“But mommy-”
“Stop being a baby and just grow up.”
A pinch to your nose made your breath catch in your throat as she pushed the spoon into your mouth before forcing it closed to make you swallow. You whined pushing her away and spluttered slightly once she had let go and you shrank in your seat as she gave you a disappointed look. The woman sighed once more before she disappeared back down the hallway, and you had already started to feel itchy.
There was only one thing you were allergic to, which was peach, and it just so happened to be the flavour of medicine that your mother had given you. Luckily, it wasn’t a severe allergy but it was most definitely an uncomfortable one.
Tears blurred your vision as you rushed upstairs to get dressed, packing your rucksack with a change of clothes, your toiletries and your blue teddy bear. The walk to Tony’s house wasn’t too far, but it certainly wasn’t a walk that a young child should do on their own. As you opened the front door, one of the maids caught sight of you and opened their mouth to shout for your mother. After they took in your state and your pleading eyes, their mouth closed and they gave you a gentle smile before turning the other way and leaving the corridor.
Now to go and see Tony and Mrs Stark.
**
Natasha winced as she heard the door slam, and sighed quietly knowing that she must have hit a nerve. The debate of whether to ring your mom or not ran through Natasha’s mind, because maybe she could help but would it only agitate you further? Maybe she could ring Tony? No, no…that would be worse. If it is anyone she’s calling, it would have to be Maria.
“Natasha darling, how are you?”
“Not good I’m afraid, I’ve upset Y/N but I’m not too sure how,” Natasha replied as she paced the bedroom. The redhead chewed at her nails as she explained the situation to Maria who listened intently and then frowned when she didn’t receive a reply. “Maria?”
“Sorry sweetie, I was just trying to think of the best way to elaborate considering the two of you haven’t spoken about this yet. Y/N she…she didn’t have the best childhood which I am sure you’re aware of, but her parents were neglectful, even more so when she was sick and that resulted in her hiding it. There was one night she came to me after having a slight allergic reaction to peach flavoured medicine that her mother if you could call her that, force-fed her.”
“No wonder she pretty much tried fighting me to not take the medicine I had for her, and I now feel even worse for teasing her about being a baby when it comes to not taking her medicine when she’s so used to being stabbed or shot.”
“You can’t fault yourself, Natasha, you didn’t know. When she came to me, she wouldn’t even let me touch her and completely denied even being ill in the first place. As a mother, I refused just to drop it, I kept an eye on her and cared for her without being too direct. It broke my heart when she ended up breaking down in my arms. Don’t take anything she does or says to heart, it’s not personal and is very much a defence mechanism.”
“I’ve realised that, she shuts herself down and off super easily. I just want to take care of her.”
“I know you do, but she tries to keep strong. She’s more fragile than she lets on. I hope this helped, I love you both very much and I’ll see you soon.”
“We love you too, bye Maria.” Natasha sighed as she hung up, moving her index fingers to her temples and rubbing them slightly to help ease the tension headache that was beginning to form. Luckily the chat with your mom had helped, but it did make her feel worse too, she never meant to upset you.
“You called my mom?”
Natasha jumped at the sound of your voice and turned to face you, a sorry look plastered across her features. You just gave her a small smile as you wrapped the blanket tighter around yourself and made your way toward her.
“I’m sorry, I just-”
You placed a finger against her lips and she pouted against it, now it was your turn to give a gentle pout. Natasha blinked quickly, semi-shocked from the fact you were here pouting in front of her and she smiled softly at your, now gentle, demeanour.
“It’s okay, I’m not mad. I don’t know why I wasn’t just honest with you from the start…I suppose I just find it hard, and I don’t like-”
“You don’t like talking about your feelings, I know. I just want to take care of you, that’s all. I don’t like it when you’re hurt, or in this case sick, I just want to love and care for you. If you’d please let me?”
The desperation in Natasha’s voice tugged at your heartstrings and you slowly nodded, to which Natasha replied with a bright smile. Who knew it would be something as easy as agreeing to some care that could keep your love as happy as they were? Not you.
“Fine, but I’m still going to be stubborn,” you mumbled as you perched yourself at the end of the bed, following Natasha’s movements closely. It was still a massive deal to you, and you still weren’t happy about the fact you would have to take medicine. “I like the idea of letting you look after me, but not making it completely easy for you.”
“Oh baby,” Natasha pouted as she moved to straddle your lap, grinding down teasingly, and then snaked her arms around your neck to bring you closer. A soft moan left your mouth as you felt Natasha through the thin blanket that was covering you. “What can I do to make you not as stubborn?”
What could she do that would make being sick a more positive experience? For as long as you’ve been alive you’ve always hated being sick because, as much as you didn’t want to admit it, being sick scared you and hurt you more than being physically injured. Another moan broke through when Natasha picked up her pace, gripping onto you tighter, and you bit your lip.
“I wouldn’t be opposed to one of those sexy outfits to fit your role…I mean, a sexy nurse looking after me and telling me I’ll get rewarded when I take my medicine? I think that’ll make me a little less stubborn. Don’t you think, Little Dove?”
Natasha threw her head back in pleasure as you cupped her sex, running your fingers through her slickened folds, and you bit your lip hard enough that a metallic taste filled your mouth. The desperate whimpers that came from Natasha spurred you on before you used all the strength you had to flip the two of you, so the redhead was laid beneath you.
“Now, I’m pretty sure you’re not meant to take medicine on an empty stomach…so I think it’s time that I had my breakfast,” you whispered against the soft skin of her inner thighs, once you had kissed your way down her body, and then brushed your tongue over her clit before pulling away.
“Whatever my daddy wants,” Natasha whined, her hips desperately following the retreat of your mouth.
“That’s my good girl, now lay back and look pretty because daddy’s starving.”
Crescent 3/? | Natasha Romanoff x MoonKnight!Reader
Summary: When Natasha Romanoff takes a job as head of security for Dina Jackson she has an ulterior motive- to find the tomb of Egyptian artifacts that the art world is racing for. Dina’s disgraced niece is charming, awkward, and under the influence of Khonsu, the God of the Moon.
Warnings: Um… Honestly just bad grammar & a crappy hotelroom.
[A/N: So, I may have fallen in love with this one and have already mapped out a few chapters. Let me know what you guys are thinking!]
When Natasha Romanoff was assigned to a mission, it took over her life. There were stack upon stacks of manilla folders meticulously labeled and highlighted, and tabbed with little neon markers. She lived by Murphy’s law: If it can go wrong, it will.
For the Egyptian tomb assignment, she accounted for everything including Dina Jackson’s nature that grated upon her nerves, and the woman’s husband- her business partner that had a dumb wonder laced with the lethal bite of a legal snake. She had pulled the pencil skirts out of the back of her closet and curled her hair and ignored the snickering from Tony about her first time as Natalie Rushman.
Yes- she had accounted for everything except for you. There was a strange urge to protect the awkward artist that had stumbled into her life at a required dinner. She played hard to get, a former CIA agent that had retired to police work, and then to smaller security jobs. She had charmed the pants off Dina Jackson, who had pulled her bottom lip between her teeth as if she were considering the offer instead of banking on it.
“I’m in,” She held the cellphone against her ear as soon as she exited the elevator. The lobby was quiet and a kind man held the door open for her with a charming smile, the rain tapping against his nylon coat. She had a high-flying feeling, from the wine or maybe the amount of Italian food she had consumed out of obligation. “We shouldn’t have any issues from here on out.”
Issues.You were an issue, a massive one at that; with your lopsided smile, your hair falling into your gaze as you took your families insults in stride that even Natasha couldn’t comprehend. She had tightened the grip on her fork each time they laughed through a jab at you all while you chewed your few with contemplation, unbothered, unphased.
“Did you plant the bug?” Kate’s voice lilted in the speaker of the phone as Natasha shifted it from one ear to the other. “I would kill to shoot an arrow through that open window upstairs.”
“Keep them sheathed, Little Hawk. There’s one that should be connected under the counter and two more in the upstairs bedroom. They think I can’t hold my liquor.”
Kate let out a small noise on the other end of the line. She had been stationed in a crumby hotel that had once been the talk of the town, holding parties with celebrities and royalty, and extravagant parties that nearly flooded the ballroom. It had died in the late 80’s, the only survivor of the times being it’s large bulbed sign. They had rented a room, and Kate refused to sit on anything without a towel, especially the bed that happened to be coin operated.
Natasha was careful about being followed; it came with the territory of being the best spy in the business. Regardless of this fact, her old habits died hard. She rounded to the back of the old hotel and hoisted herself onto the iron fire-escape.
Kate expertly placed an arrow and aimed it at Natasha as she shimmied through the window. The girl was too quick for her own good, the string pulled back tautly against her cheek. She had sucked a breath in. Natasha hadn’t flinched. Instead, she gave the archer a bored look of amusement.
“Jesus,” she panted, lowering her weapon “Can’t sneak up on a girl like that.”
“Sorry. Did you tap into the feed yet?”
She gestured vaguely to the computer screen in front of them as Natasha lowered the windowpane, her shirt spotted with large drops of rain. Kate flopped down on the towel-covered metal chair at the desk. She had the perfect view of Dina and Chip sharing a drink by the fire. Y/n’s mother bustled around the kitchen, your silhouette leaning against the counter.
Kate handed Natasha an earphone, and Dina’s voice leaked through it with a few crackles that morphed into the sound of burning wood. Eavesdropping was also part of the job, one that gave Natasha a lick of excitement at the base of her stomach.
Chip: She’s far from the realm of trust.
Dina: I trust her,
Chip: Darling, we must do so sparingly. I have no doubt that Miss Rushman can handle business matters within the city.
Natasha chanced a look at Kate, her stare dark. Part of the superspy was relying on her charm and trustworthy resume with outstanding references to get her a spot on the next infamous Dina Jackson expedition. It was a very small part, but it was there, nonetheless. The archer shrugged dejectedly and switched to the other bug that was placed behind two porcelain cookie jars that were labeled exactly what they were.
Y/n: I know, I know. God- I know.
Christine: Darling, you can’t beat yourself up over this every other Thursday. It tears me apart. Watching you like this.
Y/n: Mom
Your voice was worn and broke at the end of the small word. Such a small word it was. Natasha’s stare flicked towards the silhouette of you across the way, shadowed in golden light. You looked exasperated, head in your hands, hanging low and vulnerable. Christine squeezed both of your shoulders.
Christine: She will get over it, sweetie. I promise you, in time the knots will loosen. Once they find whatever the hell they’re looking for- whatever they think is more important than family, than safety- they’ll loosen.
Y/n: What if they never find the mask? Aunt Dina can’t stand the sight of me. I don’t know why she insists I be here dinner after dinner. She’d rather… I should have died that night. At least her secrets would have been taken to the grave.
Natasha drew in a sharp cutting breath and closed the laptop, nearly taking Kate’s fingers with it. She pulled them back and swallowed hard. The woman turned away, pacing the length of the hotel room. This time it felt wrong, like a violation of your privacy to be listening. She was an agent, she had a mission, and then you. It didn’t’ seem fair, didn’t feel fair.
Kate turned around fully in her chair “It sounds like you have to tail the niece.”
“I know what it sounds like.”
“Will that be a problem?”
Natasha stopped her pacing and snapped her head up, leveling Kate with a glare that could ignite a flame. The younger girl didn’t’ cower. There was a ghost of a smile pulling at the corner of her lips. She had the ability to infuriate Natasha just like Clint does. Neither of them had a sense of danger when it came to their respective widows.
“It won’t be a problem.” Natasha reached around Kate and snatched the laptop from her before sitting on the corner of the bed. She ignored the pinch Kate’s nose at the action. “Y/N Y/L/N, born in Hell’s Kitchen, owns an art studio in Manhattan.”
She frowned at the information on screen “There are medical records from an accident two years ago. They were transported to Mount Sinai West with two GSW’s. One to the shoulder, the other to the abdomen. Three broken ribs, a shattered pelvis, a brain bleed.”
Kate let out a long breath “Fucking hell, they should be dead.”
Youshouldbe. This felt more natural to Natasha, looking through whatever public records Shield had compiled about you. There wasn’t the factor of the hurt in your voice and the softness of your eyes. She had been watching you carefully throughout dinner and you looked like a kicked puppy. Not that Natasha fell for kicked puppies, especially not those raised so splendidly.
At one point, Chip Jackson had gone into a long imposing rant about the art scene and how it had been swimming with people just interested in the prophet and not the craft. It made finding the import things harder, the race had a cutthroat nature to it.
It was then when she saw Dina look up from her plate of Italian cuisine and fix you with a stare that had an immeasurable amount of venom behind it. Maybe it was the wine, or the dim light from the fire but that niceties were gone. She saw you shrink further into your seat, further into yourself.
There was the innate anger that licked at Natasha in that moment. She had dug her nails into the palm of her hand until they stung. She could control herself, sure, but in that moment the only thing that she could offer was a tender stare and silent apology. Never pity- she refused to show pity.
“I doubt she knows where the tomb is,” Natasha finally said.
“No, but I think she might be looking. Maybe if you gain her trust, you can find it together. We can take as long as we need.” Kate grimaced “as long as all of our recon isn’t in this hotel room.”
After packing up the equipment, Natasha and Kate went their separate ways. She took the walk back to her apartment slow. It wasn’t far from a small diner that happened to be twenty-four hours, and an art studio that she had never peered into.
She wouldn’t now, not when the sun had barely set. Natasha fished her house keys from her back pocket and edged herself into the small ground level space. She was greeted by a small black cat with startling yellow eyes.
“Hello, Liho.” She rasped, picking up the small animal and nuzzling her with her cheek. She was awarded with a small purr, and then a louder noise that indicated hunger. Cats, she thought vainly, only cared for a few things; food and the occasional bout of love.
Liho had been a stray, curling up on her stone balcony with a pitiful look much like yours. Of course, Natasha had stipulations. The cat could lounge around on her porch, and she would set up a little bit of water and food, but it wouldn’t be her cat. She wouldn’t’ let it love her.
Eventually that fell through when a soft pink padded paw pressed against her window. She had let the cat in for one night to escape the rain and grew quite accustomed to the small bundle of fur that would settle behind her knees. Liho snored softly, and so did Natasha- not that anyone would ever find that out.
Once she fed the cat, she used the corner of her counter to pop off the cap of a beer, careful not to let it flow into the sink. She took three even gulps before letting the breath escape from her lungs. God- she hadn’t been in the field for so long, and of course, this was the first mission that Fury had assigned her to.
The Valley of Kings had once been unearthed by steadfast archeologists. After the initial discovery died down, Hydra had made their move, storming the sandstone structure before pushing it back into obscurity. Though it’s used by the organization as a testing facility, it’s still teeming with art and history, hidden by sand and the vastness of the dessert.
Hydra and historians alike have hidden small clues in art, in Egyptian history- and if Natasha was being honest, she didn’t understand a lick of it. She had a feeling that you did, though. After she had enabled the two bugs, she made her way to the coat closet.
There was a folded notebook in one of your pockets, one dusted with charcoal. There were dozens of sketches of the same tomb, the same vase, and the same scarab. You’d copied their likeness in every light, every angle that was possible. There was something there, something that was significant.
She finished her drink and left the bottle in the basin. She’d need more of these if she had a chance in hell of getting you out of her mind. It didn’t’ make sense to her. Certainly, she had been up against more adversary opponents with stronger jawlines and cleaner hair. But there was something about the awkward girl she saw scrubbing dejectedly at her underarms that wouldn’t leave from her mind.
Stupid, she thought, everything about this was stupid. She was the Black Widow, for fucks sake, she didn’t have an affinity for anything. It made things complicated, and messy. Impossible, even. This was just another mission, with another means to an end.
Liho let out a quiet noise and rubbed against her pantleg, blinking up her. Natasha frowned at the small creature that she had let into her life with much disdain before reaching down and scratching the animal’s chin. She was rewarded with a rumble and knew in less simple terms that she was absolutely, unequivocally fucked.
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