Fragile (2/2) || Trust in Me AU || Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

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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

SMUT MDNI 18+ (D/S dynamics, Daddy kink, Choking, Slapping, Degradation, Praise Kink, Strap-on use (Nat Receiving), Strap-on Oral (R Receiving), Oral (Nat Receiving), Spitting, Dacryphilia, Overstimulation, Spanking, Bottom!Nat)

Part 1

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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.” 

“Goodnight, daddy.”

“Goodnight, my little love.”

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Fragile (½) || Trust in Me AU || Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

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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.”

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