#natasha x little!reader

[natashaslesbian]

Mommy’s Got You Now🤍

Summary: Y/n has a fall while staying at the Starks cabin. Natasha rushes back from her mission to take care of her little girl.

Word Count: 770

Pairings: little/kid reader x Natasha Romanoff , little/kid reader x Morgan Stark, little/kid reader x Pepper Potts, Tony x Pepper (mentions of Clint and Kate)

Hurt/Angst/Comfort/Fluff

Warnings: mention of injury(broken arm and nose bleed) brief hospital mention(no details of medical procedure or instruments)

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“Morgan! Morgan! Look how high I can jump!” Little y/n called to her bestest friend. The two 5 year olds were competing to see who could jump the highest on the bed, Tony and Peppers bed…

…Y/n had been staying with the Stark family for 3 days while her mother, Natasha Romanoff, was on an intel mission along with her uncle clint and auntie Kate…

“No y/n, look I can jump higher than you!” Morgan said. The girls laughter filled the woodland cabin, all the way down to Pepper’s office. There she sat, listening to the joy echoing through the walls.

“I’m gonna touch the ceiling Morgan! Watch me watch me!”

Y/n used all her strength and bounced up to touch the lampshade, and she reached it - but as y/n began to come back down, she caught her foot on the bedpost and starting diving head first towards the wooden floor. “Y/N!” Morgan cried as she tried to reach for her friend.

The cries and screams (and the rather loud thud) had Pepper bolting straight out of her office and up the stairs, there she met little redhead y/n bundled up on the floor.

“Oh y/n! Come here sweetheart, it’s ok.” Pepper cooed as she cradled y/n in her arms, her little throat screaming out in pain. “MOMMY! I WANT MAMMA!” Y/n cried. “I know sweetheart, I know” was all Pepper could offer as she reached for a tissue to wipe the blood running from y/n’s nose, it seemed she’d managed to land on the left side of her body and right side of her face.

“I’m sorry mom! We were just playing and she fell” Morgan began to also cry hysterically. “Oh honey it’s ok, it wasn’t your fault, do you think you could be a big girl and go find daddy for me?”

Mr. Stark came running up the stairs, following his crying daughter. “Y/n fell” Pepper said “I think we need to take her to the hospital…her arm Tony” Pepper said, whispering the last few words. Tony looked towards y/n’s left arm, bent the wrong way and purple with bruises. “I’ll get the car”

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As soon as Clint pulled into the car park, Natasha was out the door and running to find her daughter. 3 hours ago Pepper had called and said y/n had fallen over, she hadn’t had an update as to how bad it was yet.

“Excuse me!” Natasha called to the receptionist “My daughter was brought in a few hours ago, Y/n, y/n Romanoff” the blue haired lady began aggressively typing as Natasha noticed a little brunette running towards her “Aunty Nat!” Morgan.

“Hey little bean” Natasha said as she picked up young Morgan. Tony soon followed behind her “Hey Nat, she’s ok, she’s with Pepper, come on I’ll take you”

“Ugh, wait a minute you can’t all go!” The receptionist called….too late.

Y/n laid wrapped up in blankets holding her new hospital bear, Sally. Tears gently slid down her cheeks as she looked over her pink cast. The pain was wearing off little by little but poor y/n was still very shaken up. Her nose yet to be cleaned of the dried up blood.

The curtain was pulled back and y/n shot up. “MOMMY!” She cried as Natasha ran to scoop up her toddler. “Oh baby it’s ok mommy’s here, I’m here now.” She whispered into y/n’s ear as she gave a small wave to Pepper. “Natasha, I’m so sorry” Pepper began. “It’s alright, these things happen, I’m just glad you were there” Natasha almost cried.

Y/n pulled back and looked up into her mommy’s beautiful green eyes. “It-it hurts mamma. Wanna go ho- go home” her little sobs broke Natasha’s heart, she wishes more than anything she could have been there to protect her little angel. “I know princess, you’re so so brave! Mamma’s here, we’ll get you home soon, get you curled up in bed with all the snacks.”

Natasha’s words did not disappoint, 2 hours later little y/n was laying in her mommy’s arms in her mommy’s bed. Toy Story 2 quietly played in the background as Nat stoked her fingers through y/n’s curly locks. “Itchy momma” y/n whined. “Oh darling I know, it’ll go away soon I promise” Natasha said.

Before long the events of the day forced

y/n’s tired eyes shut, empty bottle of milk still between her lips. Natasha swapped it out for her daughters favourite paci and pulled the duvet over them both. She kissed y/n on the head and got a little hum in response.

“Sleep well my angel, mommy’s got you now”

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Ahhh my first time writing little reader! I hope you enjoyed! Soft mamma Nat is my fav<3

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[katethewriter]

Kinda Like You

from the New Kid series

Summary: Natasha and New Kid find they have much more in common than they originally believed.

Words: 3.5k~

Pairing: Natasha x little!Reader - Wanda x little!Reader - Wandanat x little!Reader(platonic) - Steve Rogers x Reader(platonic) - WandaNat - Wanda x Natasha

Warnings: mentions of child abuse, neglect, abandonment, tough love from Steve, misguided frustrations

A/N: Who wants to learn more about New Kid's past? Well, that's what we're doing today! This chapter is very dialogue heavy, but they are information sharing so enjoy!

“Pick your battles New Kid,” Steve calls from the side of the mat.

Y/n and Peter have been sparring for the past twenty minutes under the watchful eyes of Captain America while a few others filtered in and out. Currently, Natasha and Tony stand nearby, observing quietly as the 12 and 15 year old fight.

Y/n struggles to break out of the hold that Peter has caught her in.

“Tap out, Y/n. If you had followed through with your swing, he wouldn’t have caught you in the first place,” Steve chastises, “yield and reset.”

 With a huff, Y/n taps Peter’s arm, and he releases her. The pair turn to face each other and go again.

The girl lunges for Peter. He is able to quickly dodge the attack and circle her. Before she can react, he has her in another hold. She does her best, but knows she is unable to break free. With a glance to the side, she spots Natasha and Tony whispering to each other. Skepticism clear in their faces.  

Y/n sighs and taps out again.

“You always have to be thinking about the next move,” Steve walks onto the mat, “expect he will dodge, be prepared and plan for it.” He looks at Peter and nods his head to the side of the mat. The teen walks off, leaving the super soldier and New Kid in the center of the mat. “Reset.”

The girl prepares to fight her instructor, taking a deep breath to focus before the fight.

Steve attacks first, swinging for Y/n’s shoulder. The girl ducks below his arm. As he steps through the swing, she circles him and lands a kick to his back. She reaches for his arm to twist it behind his back, but he turns. With a swipe of his leg, New Kid’s back hits the mat roughly. She grimaces at the pain coursing through her.

“Always watch your feet.”

Suddenly, a scoff can be heard from the other side of the room.

Y/n turns to see Natasha’s stern look and pursed lips. They lock eyes for only a moment before the red head shakes her head and turns to the door. Steve helps the girl to her feet, and she continues to watch the widow leave the gym.

Natasha hates her. She has to. Y/n’s sure of it. Every time the widow watches her train ends this way, with a look of disapproval and a fast exit.

 Actually, that is how many of their interactions end.

Natasha walks in while 12-year-old Y/n is learning mission tactics, she exits quickly.

The widow is dismantling a sniper when New Kid is given a tour of the weaponry. She can’t be more than 10. Natasha doesn’t even spare her a glance as she finishes her task.

She passes her in the gun range, she clenches her jaw and leaves silently with a full magazine.

It seems the only time Natasha can stand to be in the same room as New Kid is at mealtimes.

Y/n watches as the gym doors slide closed behind the retreating red head. She wonders what she did to make the woman hate her so and if there was anything she could do to fix it.

Suddenly an arm is entering her vision rapidly. She ducks just in time to miss Steve’s swing.

“Never take your eyes off your opponent.”

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Wanda trails kisses from Natasha’s shoulder to her neck.

“Hey,” the widow chuckles and pulls away slightly, “I am trying to watch the movie.”

The two have been curled up in Wanda’s bed watching movies all day. They’ve been together for over a year, and they’ve learned to savor the little moments they are able to hide from the rest of the world.

Wanda pauses her kisses briefly, “oh come on, you’ve seen this movie a hundred times.”

“Then why did you pick it?” she asks incredulously.

“Because you’ve seen it a hundred times,” the cheeky Sokovian responds leaning up to press her lips to the Russian’s. This time, Natasha doesn’t pull away. She deepens the kiss as the movie goes forgotten.

They lay there, kissing gently, just happy to be in each other’s arms.

…..then there’s a knock on the door.

“Ignore it,” Natasha says quickly before continuing the kiss.

Wanda shakes her head and pulls away, “I can’t. It’s Y/n; she needs something.”

The widow furrows her brows, “how do you know?”

“Her little thoughts are very loud,” the witch smiles, “I can hear them whether I’m trying to or not.”

Wanda rolls out of the bed, and Natasha groans. She pauses the movie, while the younger woman opens the door to greet little Y/n.

From the hallway, Y/n looks up to Wanda with a small smile.

The witch crinkles her nose with a grin and lowers herself to be closer to eyelevel with the girl. “Why hello, sweet girl! To what do I owe this pleasure?” She ends the question with a gentle boop on the girl’s nose.

“Can you help me put this on?” Y/n asks quietly, holding a dress out to display, “I can’t reach the buttons.” She looks down sadly, trying to hide her gaze from the witch.

Wanda quickly lifts the girl’s chin, so she is looking at her again, “hey, it’s always ok to ask for help, mala(little one). I’d love to help you.”

She stands and opens the door further for Y/n to enter. They only make it three steps into the room before the girl spots Natasha sitting on the bed.

Y/n stands still under Natasha’s gaze. Obviously, she has interrupted something. She shouldn’t be here. She can’t ask for help in front of Natasha. Not when it is very clear that the assassin already doesn’t like her. She is overcome with a large wave of nervousness.

From the bed, Natasha watches Wanda welcome New Kid into the room. The sight of her hits the widow like a truck. It’s the youngest Natasha has ever seen Y/n drop.

Natasha smiles to the girl, “Hey New Kid.”

“Hi,” Y/n shifts on her feet uncomfortably, then looks up to Wanda.

The Sokovian smiles and ushers her to her connected bathroom. “Here,” she takes the child’s hand, “lets go in here to get you changed.”

The two of them slip into the bathroom leaving Natasha alone in the bedroom while Wanda helps Y/n change out of her current clothes and into the dress.

All alone, Natasha tries to think of why seeing Y/n had such an impact on her.

The girl looked to be about 6, definitely the youngest Natasha has ever seen her drop. After a minute of thinking it suddenly makes sense.

She reminds her of Yelena.

The bathroom door opens. The pair reenter the room and sure enough, Y/n looks about (if not exactly) the same age as her sister was right before they left Ohio.

The nostalgia brings a lump to Natasha’s throat. She’s able to fight it back, but that proved difficult. When she looks at the girl in front of her, all she can see is her sister. The sister she never saw again.

“Wow! I love your dress!” the redhead beams, “where’d you get a dress that pretty?”

Y/n stands shyly with her folded clothes in her arms, “Clint gave it to me.” Quickly, the little girl thanks Wanda and makes an escape from the room and the gaze of Natasha.

She’s gone before either of them can say anything.

“What happened?” Natasha asks.

Wanda can only shrug.

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“You should go ask Y/n if she wants to watch with us,” Wanda says from her spot on the couch.

Team movie night would be starting in about 30 minutes. Wanda always liked to be the first one there, so she could claim the “cuddliest couch” before anyone else. It also heightens her chances of being first to pick the movie.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Natasha looks at her girlfriend skeptically, “the movies we typically watch aren’t exactly age appropriate. We don’t want to give the kid nightmares.”

Wanda swipes the remote off the coffee table and smirks, “that’s why I will be picking the first movie. Besides, she’s not that little right now. Her thoughts aren’t loud enough.”

The widow sighs, “Why don’t you go get her? I’ll save your seat. She’ll most likely say yes to you. She’s scared of me.”

“She’s not scared of you-“

“We both saw how she was yesterday,” Natasha states, “she froze when I said hello. She’s terrified of me.”

Wanda reaches for her girlfriend’s hand, “she’s just timid and unsure. Once she warms up to you, you’ll see. She’s the sweetest kid. You just got to coax her out of her shell.” She kisses Natasha’s hand before pointing to the door.

“Go, it’ll be good for both of you.”

Natasha makes her way down the hallway until she reaches Y/n’s door. She knocks, but never gets a reply. After a minute, she knocks again, but still hears nothing.

She presses her ear to the door. A sniffle and a whimper float through the air. The widow pushes open the door and taps lightly, “Y/n?” She calls softly not to scare the girl. “You alright?” She pauses to wait for a response. “I’m coming in, ok?”

Natasha takes a cautious step into the room, and she has to pause for a second.

 Aside from the array of clothing Clint had given the girl, there is no sign that a child lives in this room. Maybe Y/n prefers it, but it just reminds Natasha of how she grew up in a place where she was punished for being a kid. Every child should have at least some toys, even one who turns back into an adult.

Natasha follows the sniffles that lead her to the bathroom door. “I can hear you crying. Is there something wrong?”

“Something I could help you with?” Natasha taps on the closed door, and it gives under the pressure.

The door slowly swings open and reveals Y/n standing in front of the mirror with red eyes and a brush in her hand. Her hair is tangled into a large mat near the back of her head. The look on Y/n’s face is all Natasha needs to know the poor thing has been trying to brush it out for who knows how long.

The girl sniffles, “I took a nap, and it was like this when I woke up.” Her lip quivers, “it won’t come out.”

The older woman smiles lightly, “may I?” She holds out her hand for the brush. The girl sighs defeatedly and relinquishes the brush. Natasha places her hands on the girl’s shoulders and squeezes comfortingly. She smiles to Y/n through the mirror and begins to silently brush her hair.

Its quiet again. The only sound passing between them is the brush gently dragging through Y/n’s hair.

Y/n looks into the mirror, watching the older woman intently. She feels small, smaller than she is now. Maybe it’s the widow’s intent focus on her hair or her gentle touch or the complete contrast to the woman’s previous demeanor around her, but whatever it is makes Y/n have to fight the urge to drop younger.

She was 7 when she took her nap, and 13 when she woke up in this dilemma. With how she’s feeling right now, there is no way she would be able to pick how small she dropped. So she just fights it until it fades.

Natasha’s soft touch is comforting her more and more with every pass of the brush. It soothes Y/n enough that she can break the silence.

“Why are you helping me?”

The older woman briefly connects eyes with Y/n through the mirror. She smiles and looks back to her work, “because we’re teammates. Teammates help each other.”

The girl chews on her lip, “but you don’t like me.”

Natasha comes to a complete halt, and she looks to Y/n again. Her face is mixed with confusion and concern, “that’s not true, myshka(little mouse). Why do you think that?” She places her hands on the girl’s shoulders in a way she hopes in comforting.

It does comfort Y/n some, but she still feels nervous to answer her. She knows she will have to eventually, so she might as well get it over with. “You don’t want me to be here. You’re always mad to see me.”

Natasha’s face floods with more confusion.

“You always leave whenever I’m around, like when I’m training, and I lose or when you see me in my lessons, especially weapons you get mad….” Y/n pauses looking up to Natasha with big doe eyes, “did I do something wrong?”

“No,” the widow quickly answers, “no myshka(little mouse), you haven’t done anything wrong.”

“Then why do you hate being around me?”

Natasha sighs and continues brushing out the tangles in Y/n’s hair. She understands why the little girl thinks what she thinks, and she knows why she is wrong. The misunderstanding is entirely her fault. She’s just not sure how to explain it to the girl.

She takes a deep breath to center her thoughts, “I don’t hate being around you. Sometimes I just get upset because you just remind me of my past.” She smiles sadly to the girl through the mirror. “I don’t know how much they’ve told you about me, but I grew up in a place that was not very good.”

“The Red Room,” Y/n states.

Natasha nods, “yes, that’s right. The Red Room was a very bad place. They took little girls from their families and trained them to be killers. They made us learn how to fight, how to follow someone, how to shoot, how to do all of it without being seen…. They even… they made us…they made us fight and kill each other.”

Once the widow is sure there are no more tangles in the girl’s hair, she parts it down the middle and begins braiding to keep her hands busy as she continues.

“I left that place because it turned little girls into weapons. I wanted to join a team that was actually trying to do good. Then I see cute little you training just like we did in the Red Room. The reason I get upset is because it makes me think that we’re no better than them.”

Natasha smiles into the mirror catching little eyes with her own, “that’s why I acted that way. It’s not your fault, myshka(little mouse). I’m so sorry I made you feel like it was or that I didn’t want you here.” She continues her braiding, “I think you’re gonna be good member of this team, once we get you ready.”

Y/n watches Natasha intently while she thinks of what to say, “you and me are kinda the same.”

Though she doesn’t look up from her braiding, the older woman is intrigued by the girl’s comment, “what do you mean?”

“I came from a bad place too,” Y/n explains, “now I’m here, so I can help people.”

“Where are you from?”

“Upstate,” the girl answers matter of factly. She’s not sure how much of her story she should tell. She trusts Natasha, especially after she just spoke of her own childhood. On the other hand, no one knows about how the girl grew up, not even Fury.

 Natasha hums, asking Y/n to continue.

“I was engineered,” the girl says as if she is saying ‘the sky is blue’.

The widow freezes, looking up to the girl in shock, “what?”

Y/n suddenly feels small again, but still she continues, “I was engineered in a test tube. Then I was transferred to an artificial womb until I was developed enough to live on my own.”

She twiddles her thumbs, unable to look up at the widow, “They were trying to make a shape shifter like you all thought I was. They tried to alter my DNA, but whatever they did, I think they did it too late. I already had too many cells with my normal DNA. I think that’s why I can only go back. All of me can shift except the cells that came from the ones from my conception.”

Hearing Y/n speak so maturely when she appears barely 13 throws Natasha for a bit. She has to remind herself that Y/n still has an adult brain in there.

“They kept me in their lab,” Y/n continues, “they would do these experiments on me. They would hurt sometimes, a lot of times. They kept trying to figure out where they went wrong. They were trying to fix me.”

Natasha clenches her jaw. She feels a rage she hasn’t felt in a very long time, and she makes a promise to herself that she will never let anyone harm this girl again.

The girl can sense the anger in the older woman, and it has her shrinking in on herself. “Are you mad?”

“Very.”

A breath catches in Y/n’s throat, and Natasha’s thoughts are pulled out of her anger to take in the girl in front of her. The fearful look has returned to Y/n’s face again. The widow kicks herself mentally.

“but not at you,” she reaches a hand out to pick up the girl’s chin, “myshka(little mouse), look at me please. I’m not mad at you. I promise.” She waits quietly until Y/n nods. Natasha smiles warmly, “Good girl. Now, I need you to tell me who had you? What agency?”

Y/n shakes her head, “there wasn’t an agency. It was just my parents… well, the scientists that called themselves my parents.”

“They lived somewhere else, away from the lab. They would go home at night and leave me in the lab.” The girl sighs heavily, “I never left the lab, until I escaped when I was 14. One night after they went home, I broke out of my room. I grabbed as many files about me I could find, and then I left.”

“…and you’ve been on your own since then?”

Y/n nods, “but now I’m here, and you’re gonna teach me how to help people right?” This time Natasha is the one to nod. The girl smiles, “then this much better than the Red Room, and you all are much better than my parents.”

Her words bloom a sense of calmness in Natasha’s chest. She’s just about done with the second braid.

“You know you’re lucky,” the older woman plays with the baby hairs at the base of the girl’s head. She tickles her there until she gets a giggle, “we may not have had good childhoods, but you get a second chance to be a kid.”

Y/n looks up, entirely enraptured by Natasha’s words.

“Not many of us have that chance.” In this moment, the widow can feel a soft spot in her heart that wasn’t there before. A spot that now belongs to Y/n, “its ok to be little around us. I know you’re an adult, but its ok to be a kid. We want you here either way. Definitely me, Wanda and Clint, the rest of them team hasn’t quite caught up yet, but they’re on their way, trust me. You don’t have to hide in your room anymore. Ok?”

Y/n nods with a large grin. She has a new understanding of Natasha. She especially can feel the start of a new friendship. Its hard to believe that just a month or so ago she had no one, no friends. Now, she has three and hopefully more to come.

Being caught stealing by the Avengers might just be the best thing that has ever happened before.

“All done,” Natasha says while she wraps a hair tie to the end of the second braid. She lays the braid down the girl’s shoulder, “what do you think?”

Y/n takes in the sight of her two French braid pigtails and smiles widely. She looks up to the widow who sports her signature one French braid, and she smiles even wider. “Hey, I look kinda like you!”

Natasha chuckles, “yeah, you do New Kid.” She rests her hands on the girl’s shoulders, “there’s about to be a movie night in about 5 minutes, would you like to join us?” She steps into the doorway, outstretching a hand for Y/n to take.

The girl happily takes her hand and follows her lead. As they walk through the halls, their hands swing lightly in between them.

"If you'd like," Natasha proposes, "I could train with you sometime. I'm a much better fighter than Steve anyway." She playfully nudges the girl's side. "I could teach you how to kick his butt."

Y/n smirks, "I think I'd like that."

"Me too."

When the two of them enter the common area hand in hand, they receive more than a few confused glances from the team, except for Wanda who just looks ecstatic. They take their seats. Natasha sits on the couch with Wanda, and New Kid claims the chair nearby.

As the widow settles into her girlfriend’s side, she whispers in Wanda’s ear, “you were right.”

The witch gives her a quizzical look.

“She really is the sweetest kid.”

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A few days later, and New Kid is already doing better. She’s coming out of her room more. She almost always gravitates towards Wanda or Natasha, which is fine by them. Each little interaction with a team member outside of training is making her feel a tiny bit more comfortable around the compound.

It’s not all that much, but a little progress is still progress.

One morning, Y/n opens her door to go to breakfast and nearly steps on a teddy bear sitting in the hallway. The sight of the toy has her itching to drop, but she’s dropped enough recently to control it. She remains her true age as she picks up the bear. Attached to the toy is a note with her name on it.

She fondly holds the bear tight to her chest as she reads the message.

Y/n, Just a reminder that its ok to be a kid. Its ok to want to do kid things. When I was in the Red Room, I wished I had a teddy bear even though toys were strictly forbidden. I thought you might like one too. Since, I’m kinda like you. -Natasha

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I hope you enjoyed! Let me know what you think down in the comments below. Also, if you have any ideas for what you would want to read, let me know!

As always, thank you so much for reading and for all your support. Much love!

-k

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[haleyhunwritess]

HIIII❤️ Would you write something with dark!nat and like soft!dark!bucky as caregivers? or like nat is the caregiver but bucky also wants to be a part of their dyanmic but reader doesn't want that so she punishes her and she's very abusive but finally bucky comes in to stop her and she accepts him?💟

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warnings: dark themes, dark!nat x little!reader, soft!dark bucky x little reader, kindaabusive behaviour from nat, reader passes out, dd/lg + md/lg themes

a/n: okay this has been in my drafts for a while now but i added some stuff to it to kinda fit the request. please reblog, comment, and like to support if you can, i would really appreciate it 🥺🥺❤️

"Stop it! Stop, stop, it hurts! It h-" You were cut off with another blow to your head as you tried to get up from the bed. There were was no use in begging her for mercy because it didn't seem like she was going to show you any. After enduring her torture for about another hour, you finally passed out on the bed. Natasha finally stopped when she noticed you stopped struggling against her. She cupped your delicate face with her hands, roughly pushing it away when she realized you passed out.

Nat walked out of the room and went to downstairs to cool off. She was so angry that you weren't more accepting of Bucky as another caregiver for you. You always loved spending time with him, especially when she first forced brought you to her place. You'd been so scared of her but after talking to Bucky you began to soften up to her, letting her take care of you, taking care of her especially after a hard day, letting her baby you and treat you the way you should be treated. She just wanted to repay him for his kindness. All that he asked was to take care care of you, to be involved in this with her, but you just refused.

Nat heard the front door open, but she remained seated on her chair with a drink in her hand. She knew Bucky was coming over, but she wanted to give him good news, not tell him that you were passed out upstairs with a black eye and bruises all over your body. Bucky sat down next to her, taking the drink from her and putting it down on the table.

"She doesn't want me, does she?"

"I don't know how to convince her. She's passed out upstairs with god knows how many bruises on her body because I thought I could get her to agree..." She groaned, looking down at the ground, ashamed of how she treated you.

"Jesus, Nat...you didn't have to do that, I could've waited a bit longer." He grimaced at the thought of her hurting you.

"Yes, but I don't understand why she said no. She clearly loves having you around, sometimes even more than me." She rolled her eyes, and got up to get herself another drink.

Before Bucky could reply, he heard a loud wailing coming from the bedroom upstairs. He looked over at Nat, who noticed the high-pitched crying as well. She sighed and continued to make her drink, "Why don't you go? I don't think she wants to see me right now..."

Bucky hesitated before making his way upstairs to your bedroom. He quietly opened the door, not wanting to scare you any more. He walked inside and noticed you were on the bed and your naked body was covered with only a sheet while you were bawling your eyes out. He slowly walked over to you, and grimaced at all the marks Natasha had left on your body.

"Sweetheart? Are you okay?" He whispered as he sat down on the bed to get a proper look at your face.

At first you were startled by his voice, but you still crawled over to him when he held his arms out for you to climb into. He hugged you gently, knowing he had to be careful with all the bruises on your body. He carefully cupped your face and kissed your forehead before letting you go back to resting your head on his shoulders.

"Mommy got real upset with you, didn't she?" He whispered, as she softly sobbed on his shoulder.

She slowly nodded before whispering, "Daddy..."

His brows furrowed when he thought he misheard her. He pulled away from her, making her whimper, "What did you say, love?"

"Daddy, my daddy..." She whispered, blushing and looking away from him.

"Oh, love...yes daddy is here. Daddy is right here, not going anywhere." He smiled, kissing her cheek and hugging her tightly.

[v3nusxsky]

Hello my love, I hope your day is going well. I have another agere prompt idea for you, sweet one.

Idea: Nat x r. Everyone gets bad days, and you were no exception. R smd nat have been together for 4 years now and knew eachother like the back of their hand. And from the moment nat and r woke up this morning, nat new r needed to slip. But, r being the stubborn ding dong she is, didn't listen to Nats advice and tried to carry on throughout her day like nothing was wrong. The key word is tried. The slightl headache r woke up with steady progressed into s full blow migrain by midday. R's head was throbbing and it was like someone was taking a baseball bat to the back of her head. And try as she might, r just couldn't finsh all the tasks she had set out to do today. And as Nat came back to their room on the avengers compound after a full morning of meets with the others, she found r on the sofa all currled and and crying. Instantly Nat new what was wrong, so she ever so gently made her way to r and kneeled down on the floor, coming face to face with her little sweetheart. As soon as r saw Nat she jumped into her arms and cried and was a  blubbering mess. Nat listened to her little love, offering praise and comfort. And after her little one calmed down she picked her up and took them to their bedroom. Changing into comfy clothes, getting her stuffy (Emer) and some colors books and pens. They spent two hours coloring and Nat watching over her little one with a smile. Every so often pulling r in to kiss her on the forehead. After coloring was done they went and snuggled on the bed, with Nat holding r close and running her fingers through r's hair. Telling her how beautiful and sweet and adorable and kind and perfect r was.

The rest I will leave up to you my love. I hope you enjoy it! I love you darling ♥️

Time with my baby

*Authors note~ hopefully there will be a fic of a different kind tomorrow:) nat and Agere melts my heart. Mentions of aunty wands 🥹 bc I'm a sucker for the love*

Trigger warnings~ age regression r little r mama bear Nat auntie Wanda headache crying etc?

Prompt~ see ask^^^^

No one is immune to the curse of a bad day, but for you and your past it felt as if the dark cloud of a bad day always loomed over you. In your four years of relationship you and your lover Natasha had gotten amazingly good at noticing the signs of a bad day, often being the only one who can make the bad day a little brighter. However, today it appeared you had chosen to be rather stubborn. It was clear to Nat that you were having a bad day and in need of slipping. But try as hard as she might, you were unrelenting in your efforts to pretend to be okay  here. So she did all she can do, let you carry on with your day in a hope that you'd come to here when you needed her help.

Only, you didn't. You kept pushing through. Well attempting to push through. What had started as a simple headache by now had turned into a full on throbbing migraine all by noon. You vaguely remember that Natasha had warned you of your need to slip and that it would cause this if you ignored it, and you also remember telling her that you'd be fine and that she was wrong due to not wanting to bother her. Natasha's schedule today was anything short of hectic and you'd be damned if you were to ruin it and make her stay with you because of your own weaknesses.

Your determination to finish all your morning tasks was battling against your throbbing head. Truly you wondered how it was possible to feel a baseball bat battering your head repeatedly but the more you tried to question it the worse your head became so you quickly gave up on that fight and some how tiredly made your way to the sofa in the compound for just a little rest. Really, you weren't going to sleep, you simply didn't have the time but sitting down never hurt anyone, right? Quickly resting your stinging eyes wouldn't hurt you as long as you made sure to be up and busy before anyone returned.

Although you allowed a nap for yourself you couldn't quite seem to drift off due to your raging headache, tears of pain and frustration began to trail down your cheeks as you just closed your eyes to block out the harsh light flickering through the compound. At times when you felt this bad all you could do is regret not listening to Natasha and slipping earlier, and now you are all alone with no one to comfort you, or so you thought.

Wanda returned earlier than Nat due to the fact Tony wanted to modify her suit, so naturally she went to check on you, she was almost like a sister for you, so when she heard your overwhelming loud thoughts she made her way to you. She could see by your thoughts you needed a slip so with a quick text to Nat she set out to help you.

"Pretty girl?" Wanda whispered causing your body to stiffen and struggle to open your eyes, "shhh it's okay y/n, auntie wands knows all bout it pretty, would you like to rest with me little one?" You managed a weak nod and lifted your head ever so slightly. Wanda slipped underneath your head and immediately brought her hands to your temples in an attempt to help you, despite her efforts she wasn't Nat and your little brain knew that. "Want mama" you whined miserably with a pout on your lips as tears trailed down your cheeks once more. "Wans want my mama I hurtys helps me" your whimpers were breaking your witchy friends heart, but thankfully with the half an hour she began to hear Natasha's rushed and panicked thoughts of you. "Ahh little one I spy someone's mama."

Just from the sight of you Natasha would've Instantly knew what was wrong, but having wanda's helpful insight was always a bonus. She knew how much you loved your auntie wands, so the fact you were still crying meant only one thing. You needed her. So it was unsurprising that as soon as Natasha knelt down to face you, you threw yourself at her, loud muffled sobs coming from you as you nuzzled yourself into her neck. Although it wasn't very clear Natasha knew you were apologetic for thinking you would be okay and she could tell by wanda's reaction that you didn't quite want to be in public in this state but had seemingly regressed smaller than ever before. "Ahh honey, it's okay mama has you now okay? You're such a good girl for me y/n, mama is so proud baby. You're okay and you're so safe with me and wands okay? Shall we go lay down ?"

Natasha easily lifted you into her arms with a quiet thank you to Wanda she carried you into your bedroom, immediately setting out to find the most comfortable pair of clothes for you she could. Once changed you settled on the bed with your favourite stuffed animal call Emer. Natasha changing quickly herself and grabbing some colouring supplies before joining you on the bed. Your migraine wouldn't allow for much, just enough colouring to soothe you into a slumber where Natasha wraps you up in her arms and protects her girl from the world. The only place you could ever sleep soundly was here, with her.

Word count~1315

[buckys-little-belle]

Hello, I hope you're having a good day!

So, a couple of days ago I accidently burned myself while making Mac and cheese (don't worry just a 1st degree burn and made sure to apply cold water and wrapped the burn) and just wanted to know if you could write what the avengers would do if their little one accidently burned themselves. (But only if you want to!)

Hot Hot Hot

Avengers (Steve, Carol, Bucky, Nat, Tony) x Little!Reader (They/Them Pronouns)

Warnings - Reader has a small burn on their finger, use of bandaids, bandages, cold water, lots of fluff and love, talks of eating food (sandwich and mac and cheese)

Note : (I am so sorry this took so long to write bubba!) So sorry you burnt yourself! Burns suck! I have also burnt myself while making Mac and Cheese, it sucks, but it is nice to have noodles after at least. I hope your burns are doing okay!! (Each person has a slightly different type of reader, each reader insert has slightly different personality traits!)

SFW - Please keep all interactions with this post and this blog SFW

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You were big, and you were making noodles, the mac and cheese package in the cupboard calling your name, that is until some water splashed out of the pot and onto your finger. At first you were just in shock, the pain not settling in, your headspace the same, mac and cheese still very much all you were thinking about. That is until the pain finally hit, your finger finally swollen and beginning to take over your thoughts. Your little space took over the second the first tear slipped, you were hoping your little space that had been begging to come out all day could wait until after the pasta was made, but here you were, boiling water and burnt finger.

Steve

Steve heard the moment your first sob began, he was in his office doing paperwork when you had told him you were making some noodles.

He sprung into action, knowing it wouldn’t be long before you slipped, you had been fighting all day long, hoping to find some comfort a little later.

“Little one?” He called out as he walked into the kitchen, trying to figure out exactly where you were.

“Daddy!” You cried, immediately running towards him and instantly snuggling into his chest. “Hurts.” You cried, now holding your finger up to Steve so he could see the damage done.

“Oh no.” He sympathized, he knew it wasn’t as life threatening as it may feel, but he wanted you to know you were right in showing him the injury. “Let’s run it under some cold water hm?” He asked, slowly walking himself and you towards the kitchen sink, turning the water onto cold and placing your finger under the stream. “Feels better?” He asked, leaving you at the sink as he went to turn the burner off.

“Yah.” You whispered, fascinated by the running water and how it fell over your finger. “Are my noodles otay?” You asked, looking over at Steve as he assessed the danger.

“Yes little one, the noodles are okay.” He chuckled, happy that you were at least still interested in any type of hat, if not just warm, food after your current ordeal. He walked over and turned the water off, grabbing a paper towel and dabbing it dry. “How about you go watch some tv, i’ll make some noodles and bring you some ice okay?”

You nodded, running towards the living room, sure your finger hurt, but your daddy was going to do the hard part and make the noodles, all you had to do was sit and watch some tv, sounds like a fair, but painful trade to you.

Carol

You admired your mama, she was strong and could defeat bad guys, so you didn’t want to worry her over your burn. But as the minutes passed it began to hurt more, your finger growing warm and uncomfortable. So you placed it in your mouth, sucking your thumb soothed your feelings so maybe sucking your finger would sooth the physical pain.

“Baby?” Carol called out as she entered the kitchen. The sight in front of her was definitely interesting, you sat on the floor with a finger in your mouth, the pot water overflowing and a few tears descending down your face. “Did you get hurt?” She asked, turning off the stove and walking towards you.

“Nope.” You said as best you could, your finger still lodged in your mouth.

Carol wasn’t having any of the excuses or lies, she simply pulled your finger out of your mouth. “That’s a burn Baby.” She said, pointing to the mark on your finger. “Come on.” She smiled, trying to be as sweet as possible in your time of need. She turned the sink on, guiding your hand under the water and allowing the water to fun over it. “See, not so bad.” She cooed.

“‘m sorry I didn’t say somfin.” You whispered, your voice quiet and your expression embarrassed.

“It’s okay baby.” She said, kissing the top of your head. “Just tell me next time okay?” You nodded, your finger and feeling now both feeling much better.

Bucky

Bucky, being the mother hen he is was sitting at the dinning table as you made your noodles. He could tell you were putting off slipping into little space all day and wanted to make sure he was there to assist if you slipped during your noodle adventure.

Of course, his overprotectiveness was needed. He immediately sprung into action the moment he heard the water splash. “It’s okay.” He said soothingly, moving you to the sink to run your hand under it, when he was satisfied you would stand there he went and turned the stove off, moving the noodles from the burner and whipping up the spilt water.

“I don’ like this daddy.” You murmured, taking your finger out from under the water and holding it up to him. He sighed, of course you didn’t, you never liked the first solution he offered so why would this be any different.

“Let’s try some ice.” He suggested, walking towards the fridge and grabbing an ice cube, placing it in a baggie and handing it to you. “Just put it on top of your finger.” He explained, showing you what he meant by helping you do it to him.

“Oh! Otay.” You beamed. “Dis is much betters daddy!” You said, sitting at the table where he once sat, a smile on your face as you moved the ice around, watching it melt. “Tanks.”

“Of course my love.” He chuckled. “How about a sandwich for lunch hm?” He offered, getting the bread out of the cupboard and beginning to make your favourite. You nodded your head, not really paying attention to what he was asking, but he knew you would enjoy a sandwich so he made you one.

Nat

Nat was training in the home gym in he basement when your burn occurred. You were no stranger to interrupting her workout, in fact she was surprised it took you so long to call down. “Mommy?” You called from the top of the stairs, Nat immediately putting down the weights she was using. “‘m I hurt my finger.” You said, hearing her shuffle downstairs and then walk towards the stairs.

“Oh my love!” She called, walking up the stairs, slightly sweaty and exhausted, but ready to take care of you. “Did you put it under cold water?” She asked, this wasn’t her or your first rodeo, you made noodles often, and were clumsy, so burns were common occurrence. You shook your head no, looking at the floor as she began to walk to the kitchen, you following behind. “Love you know what to do. You put it under cold water and then call for help right?” She asked, knowing the answer to her question was ‘yes’ as she had taught you this months ago.

“I forgot.” You whispered. Immediately running to the sink to put your own finger under some cold water. “I didn’t mean to forget I jus’.”

“It’s okay love, I know you didn’t mean to, just try to remember for next time okay?” Nat gave your cheek a quick reassuring peck as she passed you to go towards the freezer. “Do you want the fish ice pack? Or the frog?” She questioned, looking at the two ice packs you had picked out at the grocery store for a weekly prize. You were a weird little one, finding much joy in cute ice packs, but she loved that about you.

“‘m, da frog.” You said, slowly turning the water off and walking towards her. “Tanks mommy.” You said, giving her a peck on the cheek and running away, hoping that maybe if you left she would clean up the scary hot water. Which she did, of course she did, she’s your mommy, she would always do the scary things for you.

Tony

Tony had you always wear a watch, it was programmed to report to Jarvis, and then Tony, if your vitals spiked or if you were in pain, danger, or lost. “Sir.” Jarvis called out over Tony’s workspace. “It seems the baby has a burn.” He said, making Tony stop what he was doing immediately.

“Bookworm?” Tony called out, he had rushed up to the kitchen just moments after Jarvis had alerted him.

“‘m okay daddy!” You called back, standing at the kitchen sink, your eyes glued to the watch as your finger sat in a stream of cold water. “Doin’ what da watch says, just like you taught me!” You exclaimed, showing Tony the watch face which had pictures of what to do when burned.

Tony sighed, sure the watch was a pain to make but clearly it was worth it. “Good job bookworm.” He praised, placing his hand on your back as he too looked at the watch. “What can I do to help?” He asked, you liked problem solving and he didn’t want to take over.

“Can you turn da stove off?” You asked, turning towards him to see if he nodded or not. As he went to the stove and made sure everything was put away you looked back at the watch. “Otay now I need a hug.”

“What?” Tony asked.

“‘s what da watch says!” You exclaimed, showing the picture of two people hugging to Tony before you held your arms out. “Please?” You whispered.

“Of course.” He chuckled, engulfing you in a big and warm hug. He was proud of you for taking charge and making sure you did what you needed to, and he was proud you also asked for and accepted help when you needed it.

[imhereformarvelwomen]

Soup?

Detka was lounged out on nats worn sofa, taking up the whole two seater. she lifted her head slightly to have a look out the window behind her, there wasn’t much to see other than many many trees, a black sky, and the droplets of rain dripping down. Nats trailer was in the middle of nowhere, detka liked it, it was nice and quiet, she just wished Wanda was there with her. Nat was nice to detka no doubt about that, but she was just not Wanda.

Meanwhile Nat was making some soup for herself, she knew detka didn’t eat unless it was personally hand fed by Wanda, so there wasn’t much use in trying to make her anything. Since the trailer was so small detka caught the scent of the soup simmering quickly. She had no intention of eating it, she was just such a curious little thing she had to check it out.

She got up off the sofa and walked over to Nat who was stirring her chicken soup. Detka put her head on nats outer thigh, making her jump slightly. nat was stuck in her own thoughts for a second, just daydreaming about the fun times with with her sister when they were younger. She smiled down at detka once she had snapped out of it, patting her head with her non stirring hand. detka gave her no expression other than her usual still face, just looking up at her with her big eyes, she sighed dramatically.

Nat knew she missed Wanda, she had left Detka here early in the morning, she had to go on a mission. she didn’t want detka being looked after in their usual living space, the avengers compound. Hence why she had been sent here, Detka sometimes struggled with the arguments between the avengers and crazyness of the compound, even with Wanda there to effectively comfort her when it gets too much. One on one with Nat left Wandas mind at somewhat at ease.

Nat continued stroking detkas hair, “would you like to try?” She took the spoon out of the soup, blew on it and waved it around a bit to cool it, and put it just in front of detkas mouth. It was a long shot but was worth a try… Detka just continued to look straight up at Nat, not caring for the soup at all. “I’ll warm you up some milk instead?” Detka nuzzled nats leg and looked back up. That was enough for Nat to guess that’s a yes to that idea. It’s only been one day, but she can’t survive on just milk for the next few. I’ll bring my sister round to make some macaroni tomorrow, Nat thought, Detka has always enjoyed that.

[sebsxphia]

Hey Seb!! Hope you're having a good day. It's starting to get cold, and it's making me wanna cozy up in bed all day🥲 but I had this thought. What about Natasha with a little reader who actually gets really quiet when they're little. Like I be wanting to just get wrapped in a blankie and a hug without too much noise or even talking much, maybe just whispers here and there

hey my dear anon!! thank you so much, and yourself!! <33

ohhhh i absolutely adore this!! i completely get it, sometimes when i regress i want the same as well. just peaceful vibes and i’m completely non verbal.

she knows when you’re like this as you don’t respond to her questions, just little whines or if you start nibbling on her fingers. she’ll have you wrapped up in a blankie with your stuffie in her arms on the sofa. she puts on a national geographic documentary at a low volume and lets you sit in peaceful silence.

she still checks in on you though, “you okay, princess?” “do you want a drink?” or she’ll whisper close to your ear, “you’re my precious little angel.” “mommy loves you so much.”

thank you so much for this wonderfully soft thought my dear anon!! 💌

[lizziecanrailme]

Bedtime

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x little!reader

Summary: It’s time for bed and Natasha is trying to get you ready, but you’re not having it.

Warning: y/n being a little shit (yes that’s a warning) age regression,

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“Hey! Baby stop it” Natasha said sternly as you squirmed out her arms. You always act like this before taking a bath. It caused her a great deal of irritation.

You looked up at her with a grin, before running away into the living room. Natasha sighed before chasing you, grabbing your arm firmly.

“Mommy I don wan bath” you whined, “Well you have to take one.” She picked you up, taking you back to the bathroom. The bath was filled up with bubbles and some of your favorite toys.

She took off the oversized shirt you once had on and your underwear, leaving you naked. You hesitated but stepped into the bath, relaxing when feeling the warmth of the water.

“See? It’s not bad at all” Natasha said while rubbing your back. She planned on letting you play for a few minutes, then she’ll wash you up.

You glided one of you rubber duckies on top the water. “Look Mommy it ducky!” you explained as you played with the toy. “Yeah it’s a duck! You’re such a big girl” she cooed.

“Okay little one, you stay and play while I get your clothes and stuff ready” Natasha said. You nodded and continued to play in the water.

She opened the dresser and grabbed a grey onesie with little stars on it. Along with some underwear, and your pacifier and sippy cup.

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After returning and washing you up, Natasha picked you up by your armpits and wrapped you in a towel. She walked into the bedroom, carrying you then laying you on the bed.

She then put on your pajamas, she ‘awed’ when looking down at you. “Aw look at you little one, so cute!” she said as she kissed both your cheeks.

You giggled and squirmed, “That kinda tickle Mommy”. Natasha smiled at you widely, “Okay baby it’s time to sleep now”.

“M’kay” you said while crawling to the middle of the bed. She layed in front of you, slightly pushing herself against the headboard. She grabbed your sippy cup and pacifier, putting them next to you.

You grabbed your cup and started to sucking. Natasha watched you while moving some hair behind your ear. You eyes started to get heavy and you slowly stopped sucking.

She slowly took the cup and replaced it with your pacifier. You suckled on it, and Natasha pulled you closer to her chest. “Night Night baby”.

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[veryvaughnny]

I wanna start writing shit so uhm...request please. I can write:

Mild nsfw (I can try but tbh I haven't wrote smut before so if I get it and I wrote for the first time and ion like, NO MORE)

Age regression

Fluff obvi

I can try angst

Platonic

I will NOT write

Incest

Rape/non consent

Nsfw age regression

You get the idea of that

Fandoms I will wrote for include:

Twdg

Hunger Games

I wanna write for The Quarry

Lucifer (Netflix)

Supernatural

Marvel

Alice in Wonderland

Arcane LoL

Stranger Things

(I can try another fandom but you'd have to lmk)

Characters I will write for

Twdg:

Most likely all of them. Any kids will be platonic.

The Hunger Games

Katniss

Peeta

Cinna

(pretty much all tributes besides mags most likely...)

Just request for more

The Quarry:

Emma

Abi

Kaitlyn

Jacob

Nick

Dylan

Ryan

Lucifer:

Lucifer

Chloe

MAZIKEEN

Dan (maybe 🚶🏽‍♀️)

Ella

Amenadiel

Eve (maybe 👀)

Supernatural:

Sam

Dean

Castiel

Crowley

Jack

Lucifer

Gabriel

Garth

Marvel:

Pretty much all of them just request

Alice in Wonderland:

Anyone that isn't an animal I think

Arcane:

Jinx

vi

Caitlyn

Jayce

Viktor

Silco

SEVIKA

Grayson

Ambessa

Renata

Stranger Things:

Just request

Anyways like I said just request. And if you have sm for another fandom or another character I didn't mention or forgot about just request that and if ion wrote for them then I'll lyk. But I'll try my best to

[natashaslesbian]

We Saved Each Other (Part Three)

Summary: Natasha finds herself feeling protective over you when you have to go and see Doctor Bruce

Word Count: 1.9k

Parings (Natasha Romanoff x Kid!Reader)

Warnings/Content: Red Room references, medical check up, needles, crying, Fury appears, Nat being the biggest softie

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You woke up with a slight panic, the unfamiliar feeling of the sheets over your skin confusing your small brain. You reached out a single arm and folded it over to pull on your cuffs, but they didn’t seem to be there. You peered around the dimly lit room and your gaze caught a larger frame on the floor, sprawled out with curly red locks. So - yesterday hadn’t been a dream? You were still in your fluffy clothes and in the company of the one person who had ever shown you kindness. Almost on cue, Natasha began to stir. She groaned slightly, probably relieving the ache in her neck from sleeping on the floor. You pulled the duvet up to your chin, afraid the woman would see you and change her mind at hospitality she was offering you. When the redhead saw you were awake too, she smiled. So warmly. So calmly. “Good morning sweetheart!” Her soft nature had you itching to smile back “did you sleep well darling?” She asked, you only managed a nod. Natasha peeled herself from the floor and came to sit beside you, she opened her hand towards you “it’s okay, you’re still safe I promise” she could read you so well. You reached your hand out and slotted it into hers. “No chain?” You whispered.

The older widows heart dropped. They still did that? “No, no chains darling, you’re free to leave the bed whenever you’d like” this was so alien to you, but you sucked in a sharp breath and used your feet to push down the duvet and reach your other arm to Nat. She helped you down off the bed “thank you” you said “you’re very welcome, would you like some breakfast?” You couldn’t quite remember the last time you had eaten, and you were definitely hungry “no thank you” you lied. “It’s alright, you can have something to eat if you’d like” Natasha said “bread?” You questioned, “how about some toast?” You thought inquisitively “toast?” You had never heard of it before “it’s just like bread” the agent started “but it’s warm and you can but butter or jam on top” you were defiantly curious now “please may I have toast?” You smiled “of course”

You decided you wanted to have whatever Natasha was having on her toast, and today she chose butter. You watched her every move as she prepared the simple breakfast. “Here we are” she said. It was almost comical how excited you were over such a basic food but Natasha knew your taste buds hadn’t explored much at the red room. “Is it good?” She said “yes! So tasty!” You squealed, making the most noise you had since Natasha met you, she was loving seeing more of your personality. Unfortunately, that didn’t last long. “Good morning agent Romanoff!” Fury loudly made his presence known. You slid right back into your shell, not daring to look up from your plate “good morning” Romanoff said. “I’ve set up a doctors appointment for the young one, in an hour at the tower with doctor Banner, I thought you might like to take her there” take you where? To see a doctor? Didn’t Natasha say you were safe? The red head sensed your tension and came to Fury for a quiet word “um, is there any chance doctor Cho could see her? She might feel more comfortable with a female” she said “she’s away I’m afraid, it’s doctor Banner or no one” Fury boomed “he’s just gonna give her a check up and take some blood so we can get some information on her” Natasha felt her blood rising “she’s not a lab rat” she shot at her superior “No. but she is entirely unidentified to us. We don’t even know her name. It’s not to scare her Romanoff, it’s to help her okay. Try not to worry. I understand it’s close to home but I promise we’ll keep her safe” Nick’s words calmed Nat slightly, she still knew you would be terrified but she also knew this was important. Who knew what injury’s you could have.

You followed Natasha’s every instruction. Followed her to the car. Sat silently the whole journey. Quietly followed her into the avengers tower. Of course she was looking out for you, trying to assure you that you were safe but you were still scared. “Okay little one” she said as she came down to your level outside of a white door “my really good friend Bruce is a doctor, and he’s going to have a little look at you okay? He’s going to make sure that you’re well and that you’re not hurting. I promise he won’t hurt you” you hoped and prayed that ‘doctor Banner’ would be a girl, but no, instead it was a man, your biggest nightmare. The door opened to reveal a small hospital room, medical equipment littered everywhere, and everything you were afraid of was clear to your eyes. You couldn’t step foot in there. Silent tears crept towards your eyes and the widow was instantly at your side “hey, hey, hey, it’s alright. You’re safe I promise. I’m gonna be here the whole time and I’ll protect you, I promise!” She soothed, it worked for a moment and you crept towards the bed “can I lift you up?” Nat asked, you nodded. You sat in a nervous quietness and as promised, Natasha stayed right by your side. The door crashed open. A doctor came in. You whined quietly and leaned towards Nat. She was slightly took by surprise but immediately wrapped her arm around your shoulders, shushing you softly.

“Hi there, I’m Bruce” the doctor said. He had been filled in on the basics so decided to skip most of the small talk. You apprehensively let him check your temperature, eyesight and blood pressure. At the mention of having to look over your body for injury you focused your attention to the red head. “You don’t have to be ashamed of them, remember?” She said, quoting from your conversation last night. While keeping your dignity, you undressed and sceptically let Bruce take a look at you. He took notes, so many notes on his clipboard. He was probably writing down everything that was wrong with you. Banner made the examination as quick as possible, sensing how uncomfortable you were. He was glad to note down that you didn’t appear to have any recent injuries. “Ok” he said “there’s just one last thing we need to do okay. We need to have a blood test to make sure you’re all healthy inside and so we can learn a little more about you” what did they need to know? There’s nothing wrong with you. “It’s just a quick little prick darling. It’ll be over before you know it. And then I can find out your name. I’m sure it’s just as beautiful as my new friend” you didn’t quite understand her, who was she calling beautiful? Bruce tried to be discreet, but as soon as you saw the needle you flipped.

“NO. NO. NO.” You screamed as you pulled away from them both “you say safe! You going to hurt me!” You started crying your heart out. Natasha was taken aback. “Sweetheart it’s okay I promise, we’re not going to hurt you it’ll just be a small prick” her words brought no comfort. You cried and cried. It was happening again. You trusted her and she was betraying you “No! Let me go!” You screamed as arms wrapped tightly around you “I’ve got you darling, I’m gonna keep you safe I promise” Natasha whispered into your ear. You calmed ever so slightly, her voice bringing you comfort. You were to weak to fight her, there was no where to go. Bruce came towards you with a sharp needle. you would tell them anything they wanted to know, anything that would stop the pain walking towards you. Nat’s grip tightened around you, suffocating you in her warmth. The doctor decided this was his only chance. The needle pushed past your skin, sinking into your blood. You let out the most gut wrenching scream, Natasha had to hold back her tears, she knew all to well what you were going through. “Y/N!” You screamed “my name is y/n” your voice was hoarse, like you were swallowing glass “I promise. Please!” it was hard to comprehend but Natasha heard it “y/n” she cooed “it’s okay y/n. Your safe” nothing seemed to stop the pain and memories that filled your little head. The only thing you could do was squeeze your eyes tightly shut, just hoping and praying it would be over soon. all your strength was gone, small whimpers were all you could release.

“Hey y/n, look” her soft voice caught your attention. She pointed over Bruce, on the other side of the room. “It’s all done” she said “you did so well y/n” you continued to whimper into her shoulder for a few moments and although you were hurting, Natasha was loving holding you so close. “Well done y/n. We’re all finished now” Bruce said. The older widow was quick to remove you from such a frightening environment and headed to her bedroom in the tower. The morning had taken its toll on you, you were in desperate need of a nap, but you knew you weren’t allowed one. “Here we are y/n. This is my bedroom, and you can stay here for as long as you need. You hummed in an unsure agreement “would you like to take a nap sweetheart?” Natasha said as she sat you down her bed. “I can have nap?” You said as you rubbed your sore red eyes “of course you can y/n. It’s okay if you’re tired and need a rest” you shyly nodded and crawled up to the pillows with Natasha’s approval. Nat helped to tuck you in all snug and then set off to the door “Natty?” You whined. Her heart stopped, the first time you used her name and it was the most beautiful nickname she had ever been given. “Yeah y/n?” She said “will ou howld me pwease?” You mumbled, already falling to sleep “of course” the redhead wasted no time and climbed into her plush bed with you, you wrapped yourself around her and fell into a deep slumber.

Natasha was too shocked to move. This tiny little person she had known for less than 48 hours had given her so much trust. But Nat knew she was a monster, even if the little y/h/c haired girl didn’t. Natasha was still traumatised by her past, how could she help you deal with yours? She didn’t know the first thing about caring for a toddler, or even about caring for herself. The widow thought of countless ways she could give you a better life, she could take you to an adoption agency, maybe Clint’s family could take you in? But every idea came back to the same thought, she would miss you so much. Natasha couldn’t imagine ever letting you go, she wanted to hold you like this forever. She carefully reached for her phone and dialled her new found friend “Hey Natasha” he answered after a few rings “Hi Clint” Nat said as she took a deep breath “her name’s y/n” Clint smiled, although Natasha couldn’t see it “how’s she doing?” He asked “she’s frightened, scared, afraid, she just fell asleep…” she trailed off “and?” Clint said, already knowing his new partner so well “and” Natasha started “I’m gonna keep her”

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I’m loving writing this series, please please send me any ideas you’d like me to include or touch on!

-Astara🩷

[haleyhunwritess]

Little!reader accidentally drinking from Nat’s flask

Bucky and Steve had decided to leave you with Auntie Nat for the weekend when they had to leave for a work trip. What could go wrong right?

Well turns out her flask filled with “silly juice”, as you like to call it, could be completely empty by the time Auntie Nat comes back home with dinner.

And of course that’s when Bucky and Steve decide to come home early.

“Daddy! Dada! You’re home! You hab to twy auntie nat’s siwwy juice! It taste icky fiwst but now it taste wike owanges hehe…”

“Alright babydoll, that’s enough…let’s just put down the flask, okay?”

Bucky chasing after you as you run away with the flask while laughing. Steve waiting on the couch for Natasha to come back.

Nat coming home and walking right back out only to be stopped short by Steve.

“In my defence, at least she’s not crying anymore about missing you guys? Oh god, the entire flask? That was the good vodka too…”

[v3nusxsky]

Good morning my love, I have another agere prompt for you!

Idea: Nat x R. So, the day had been going pretty smoothly until it hit mid day. Nat and r had been sparring in one of the training rooms. Nat had been showing R some new moves to help her better defend herself from others. A group of new recruits to the Avengers compound had been walking through the training room when it happened. In the far right corner of the room sat Nat and R's stuff. Next to a bag and a water bottle sat R's stuffy, Emer. A passing recruit saw the stuffie and picked it up, laughing to his friends. They joked about how dumb someone had to be to have a stuffed animal with them. Hearing this, nat and r turned to see them and r's eyes went wide. They were throw and pulling on Emer. R ran over to them and tried to get Emer back but they kept taunting her, calling her a baby and how weak she is. Of course nat came over and took out the main bully and handed Emer back to r. As soon as r had Emer she took off to her and Nats rooms. Once inside, r let out all her emotions, sadness, anger, confusion and her overwhelming need to regress. Just as nat came she saw and heard her little one crying on the couch holding Emer to her chest. Now nat goes full protective and cg mode. Coming over and soothing r, giving her a big hug, whipping her tears away and comforting her. They spend hours together as one, sometimes playing with Emer and R's other stuffies, or colors and watching her little ones favorite cartoon while munching on some candy necklaces. Nat just takes care of r, making sure she is okay, is loved and feels secure. At the end, nat and r fall asleep with nat holding r and Emer in her arms.

I hope this makes sense, love. And I know you'll do wonderfully writing this fic, I have full faith in you 😘

My Baby| Agere

*Authors note~ another Nat Agere 🥺🥹 I can't help myself these days and a big thank you to everyone who's been supporting me these past 3 weeks with my accident and all the hate. It's for you guys a different type of fic is coming can anyone guess what kind?*

Trigger warnings ~ Agere regression r bullying?

Prompt~ see ask^^^^

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Life at the compound was hectic to say the least, your mornings filled with training and meetings so over lunch was really the first time you could actually sit down and talk to your girlfriend since your good mornings. With some food and a dose of Natasha's smile you truly felt ready to take on the world again, despite the niggly pain in your head. Hand in hand with your girlfriend you made your way to the training room where you had your first kiss. Intent of teaching you some more moves that could help you protect yourself better on the next mission. Truly any reason to spar with you she took happily.

You placed your water bottle and special bag down next to Natasha's stuff in the right corner of the room before entering the middle of the mats. "Ready Natty?" You teased rather cockily causing Natasha to smirk, "to beat your ass each time малыш? (Baby) I'd never miss a chance to pin you to the ground дорогой" (my darling) "Natty" you whined, she knows how much her Russian accent turns you on and it was the best way to distract you enough. The distraction allowing her to preform her signature move and skill fully have you pinned to the ground and absolutely speechless. This happened time after time again, truly you didn't mind, but your defence was actually getting stronger with each attempt.

This one particular attempt you were so distracted by her thighs locked around your head, trapping your body to the ground with her body sending you into flashbacks of your bedroom activities last night. So distracted by one another you both failed to notice the new recruits coming through the room to enter the other training rooms, much like how Wanda did the day of your first kiss.

The loud roaring of laughter caused you both to break from the haze full of desire. You both turned to face the direction of the noise. Clearly, someone thought they were the funny one of the group. What you didn't realise is your beloved stuffy Emer was being useful make the joke that everyone was finding so funny. You caught sight of your bear dangling in the air as one of the taller recruits were dangling him upside down by his leg. "Can't believe one of the avengers are so dumb they have to carry around this babyish bear, and look how ratty it is ? I bet it's Wanda" one sniggered and another chirped up, "Maybe it's that freak Y/n, how did she even get to be an avenger?" The worst comment was, "perhaps the widow pulled strings, but she deserves a real man, not a freak like Y/n. I'm a real enough man for her, would love her on her knees sucking my big-"

You gasped in shock at the words cutting off his final word. Instantly, Natasha could tell the abuse has triggered you slipping which meant your reactions were definitely more unhinged than normal, all you saw was them hurting your beloved bear. Charging over to the group of recruits you immediately began trying to rescue Emer as they tossed him between themselves spewing horrid words at the same time. You almost looked like a small child trying desperately to win a game of piggy in the middle. There words going round in your mind but needing to get Emer back safe ultimately won out over their insults, "weak", "baby" and the worst "freak of nature" were repeated until suddenly it all stopped. Emer fell to the floor and you scurried to scoop him to your chest as silent tears trailed down your cheeks.

A quick glance at your lover, you saw her taking down each and everyone of the new recruits hardly breaking a sweat, so you knew that you were safe to run to your safe heaven. Yours and Natasha's bedroom. Entering the room you ran to the sofa and cuddled Emer to your chest as you sobbed. For all the mean words, the actions and the fact you weren't strong enough. That's all you could do is cry it out until you felt like you were running out of air. All the sadness, anger, confusion and the overwhelming need to slip further into little headspace than ever before.

Natasha came back to find you in such a state, immediately adopting the caregiver persona, your mama always knew just how to help and what you needed her to do. She scooped you up into her strong embrace, whispering words of love and reassurance with combing through your hair with her fingers in a comforting manner. From then on she helped you take Emer to the bear hospital, where you both fixed him up like doctors would, your other stuffies were the other patients and even had bandages or needed to have their temperature taken. Your reward was a Candy bracelet that you could munch on as you basket in the safety of her strong embrace. You and Emer fell asleep with Natasha's arms wrapped around you making sure you felt loved and protected.

Word count~ 1257

[buckys-little-belle]

I love all your ideas for the gummy stealer! Pick which you like best ♡ I want you to like it too.

-♡

Someone Ate My Family

AKA - How Different Marvel Cg’s Would React To Your Avengers Gummies Being “Stolen”

Steve, Nat, Tony, Wanda, Bucky, x Little!Reader (Gender nutral language, no pronouns used, though Wanda calls Little!Reader “Petal”. So please keep that in mind when reading.)

SFW - Please keep all interactions with this post and blog SFW

Warnings - Mentions of food/Mentions of eating food, Talks of giving someone a mean talking to, Nat is overly worried about people lying, crying, sadness, also happy endings and fluff!

Notes - I was very indecisive on who I should write this concept with and ended up thinking about how so many people would react, so I just decided to write down a few of my ideas in a headcannon type way. I hope everyone enjoys!!!!

Based on this ask/message from my beloved ♡ anon

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Steve

“Daddy?” You yell, your voice carrying through the apartment, the noise finally finding Steve in his office. “What Baby?” He yells back as he begins walking towards to noise you’re currently creating. “We have to go!” You shout, your voice urgent and persistent. “Where do we need to go baby?” Steve chuckles, his arms now crossed as he stands in the entry way’s wall opening. You sat on the bench in front of him, one shoe on and the other in your hand.

“Someone ate my gummies and I need more daddy!” You say as if he should clearly understand the situation. Steve, well he knew that you had none left, he may have eaten the last pack … But he planned to go to the store while you went to Auntie Nat’s house, but here he was faced head on with the issue at hand. “Okay okay, but you need to wear running shoes baby, your sandals aren’t going to cut it.” You nod, knowing there’s no point in arguing with him, he’s somehow almost always right anyways.

The two of you eventually head out to the store, matching running shoes on and all. The store of course is busy, the weekend is fast approaching and people and rushing home from work. You lead the way towards the snack aisle, Steves hand grasping yours as you walk fast. Eventually you break from his hands grasp, running towards the middle of the aisle where your gummies are before stopping. “Sorry.” You squeak as you almost run into the lady standing in front of you. Steve smiles, he’s proud that you use your manners, pride building in his chest.

The moment the two of you are back on the street, gummies in hand, Steve is already ripping the box open and picking you up to rest on his hip. You easily grab a new bag out of the box and Steve opens it, handing the small bag back to you so you can distribute the gummies to the both of you. “Daddy!” You call out, startling Steve slightly, him looking at you confused. “I have to eat all the yous!” you say, snatching the gummy that resembles him just slightly and popping it into your mouth. “Sorry baby.” He chuckles back.

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Natasha

“Mommy?” You cry from the kitchen, Nat immediately running to you from her office. Her face drenched in panic as she sees your back turned to her. “Baby? What’s wrong?” She calls back. “Someone ate m’gummies!” Nat chuckles silently, not wanting to get you work up any further.

She instantly asks a few questions, making sure you weren’t just saying there were none left so you could have two packages.

When she realizes that you really didn’t eat them, she checks the garbages for any wrappers, she walks over to the linen closet. Swiftly grabbing a towel and unwrapping it, a new and full box of gummies awaiting. “Here my love.”

Nat then apologizes for not believing you, she knows that you wouldn’t lie to hurt her feelings or lie to be mean, but she struggles to trust people. Usually she would just ask twice, but today she just felt off and ended up being extra cautious. The towel snacks were for emergency’s, but when she saw the tears streaming down your face when she kept checking the garbages, she knew she had to pull the, out.

Her work is then long abandoned, the two of you curled up on the couch watching a movie. “Here.” You would mumble, your hand reaching up towards her, offering your least favourite colour gummy.

“Thank you baby.” She would coo and happily accept the snack.

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Tony

“DADDY!” You screech, your body frozen, sitting on the kitchen floor, an empty gummy box in front of you. Tony of course rushes in, a small first aid kit in hand, he knows how a “DADDY!” screech usually plays out.

“Smush what is wrong?” He questions, out of breath, his body still reeling from the rush of adrenaline. “S’mone ate m’family.” You cried, your tears running down your face as you look at him defeated, your legs crossed on the compounds kitchen floor. “Dey can’t do that! M’ the only one who can eat dem!” You sob, your heart beating fast as your voice grows quieter.

“Friday?” Tony called out, a slight chuckle building in his throat, of course you call the gummies family, but why can only you murder them?. “Yes Sir?” “Who ate smush’s gummies?” He asked, his hands on his hips as he watched you perk up, wondering who had taken your gummies. “That would be Steve Rodgers Sir.” Tony sighed, slowly regretting putting your snacks in the main kitchen instead of his own.

“Okay smush.” Tony sighed, gesturing you to come towards him. You stand up and walk closer, quickly wrapping your arms around his middle, smushing your face into his chest. “I will have someone get you more gummies, I will also talk to Cap later tonight. How about we go get cozy on the couch and watch a movie?” He asks, his arms wrapping around you.

“Okay, b’we can eat gummies later right?” You ask, the most important thing at hand on your mind. “Of course smush.” He says, kissing the top of your head and turning you around to walk towards the couch, his phone is soon pulled out of his pocket and a pack of gummies are quickly on their way to you.

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Wanda

“Petal?” Wanda asks, her voice floating through the play room, yourself sat on the play mat, a few toys scattered. “Yes?” You said defeated, your voice showing clear signs of slight distress and sadness. “Why have you been so quite today?” You just shrug your shoulders, never meeting her gaze, instead looking around the room at anything but her. “No lies, petal, tell me what’s going on.” She persists, her voice stern but not mean.

“I jus’ dere’s no more gummies.” You sigh, your eyes landing on the window and staying there. “Did you eat them all?” She asks concerned, she wouldn’t expect you to be sad they were gone, you usually just ask her for more. “You didn’t eat dem?” Your tone perks up in confusion, trying to grasp the situation. “No petal.”

“Oh … Den who did?” Your questioning gaze finally meeting hers. She chuckles. “I’m not sure, but why don’t we go out and get some more hmm?” You stand up right away, picking up a few toys and putting them away. “I’ll take that as a yes.” She chuckles again, content standing in the doorway, watching you happily put away your toys.

“Can we also get some juice?” You ask, your eyes slowly widening, your grin turning into its classic, and effective, pout. “Of course petal, anything for you.” Her arms wrap around you in an instant, her warmth washing over you as her embrace gets tighter. “Anything.” She says again, this time in a very quite whisper. “Me to mama.” You smile, pulling away and dashing down the hallway to retrieve your shoes and sweater.

A few tears descend down Wanda’s cheeks, her brain running rampant, trying to figure out why you love her so much. Your heart so full and pure, even after knowing who she is and what she’s done you still love her. She whines her tears and begins walking down the hallway, stopping halfway when she hears you humming the lullaby she sings to you every night.

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Bucky

Bucky stands in the middle of the kitchen, his head facing the ceiling as he takes a deep breath in. You break out in another sob, your left arm flailing and landing on Bucky’s foot. “You feel any better lovie?” He questions, his tone bored and his head still pointed at the ceiling. “No, I can’t live like this!” You sob, tears still flowing down your face. Bucky begins to let his mind wander, trying to figure out why you are acting this distraught over the empty gummie box you found on the kitchen counter 6 minutes ago.

“Did Stevie put you down for a nap?” He questions, realizing Steve was babysitting you today during nap time, Bucky out doing mandatory paperwork for an upcoming mission. “He said I can’t tell you!” You say, your voice still weary and now exhausted. “Hmm.” Bucky sighs, your vague answer clearly a ‘no’. He now looks at you, your face still wet with tears, eyes red, but you now just look tired and worn out. Bucky knows Steve would have gladly eaten your gummies while babysitting, and Bucky also knows you probably feel like the world is ending right now.

He swiftly bends down and scoops you up, his hand going under your legs as your arms wrap around his neck. “Lovie let’s do bedtime a little early tonight okay?” He asks, his free hand rubbing soothing circles on your back. “Okay.” You say, your voice barely audible, your almost asleep by the time he reaches your room.

He stands you up on the soft rug that sits on the floor, your eyes just slightly open as you yawn. “We can have gummies tomorrow right?” You sigh, your fingers weaving in and out. “Of course, why don’t we get some pancakes tomorrow morning and then stop by the store?” He smiles as he rummages through your dresser, trying to locate a soft pair of jammies. “Really!” You say as excitedly as possible. He nods, giving you a quick kiss atop our head.

[imhereformarvelwomen]

Soup? Part 2

( End of part 1 >>

Detka nuzzled nats leg and looked back up. That was enough for Nat to guess that’s a yes to that idea. It’s only been one day, but she can’t survive on just milk for the next few. I’ll bring my sister round to make some macaroni tomorrow, Nat thought, Detka has always enjoyed that…. << )

Natasha finished her soup up and poured it into a bowl, Detka got bored of watching Nat and went back to the living area of the trailer. She laid down on the rough carpeted floor, there was scattered colouring books and toys around. You could tell Nat didn’t know how to entertain kids. She grabbed a bluey colouring book and started scribbling over the book in whatever ol pencil was laying about.

Nat was waiting at the microwave for detkas bottle to warm up, watching it go round and round, taking time to peek over at Detka every now and again. She didn’t really know Detka, she didn’t know if she would move her colouring to the walls if she didn’t keep watch. Detka just laid there colouring minding her own business, only looking up when she heard the microwave beep. Nat got the bottle out, shook it and carried it and her bowl of soup over to the sofa.

The rain was still pelting at the window behind the sofa, as Nat sat down her soup in her lap. She patted the empty seat beside her, and showed Detka her bottle by waving it around. “Cmon baby,” she said gently. Detka just looked at her, turned back around and continued colouring, she didn’t want to take food or drink from anyone apart from Wanda, she was just too used to Wanda taking care of her. Natasha felt rather rejected, but knew Detka and Wanda had a strong bond, one she was never interested in getting in the way of before. She put the bottle down next to her, sat down and ate her soup, watching Detka with her back to her colouring.

After Nat was finished with her soup, she got up and put the bowl in the sink. Once again she heated up detkas bottle, she wanted to try again. She hadn’t had anything to eat or drink since yesterday morning. If she refused tonight nat was going to have to call her sister for some help. Detka did prefer yelena, and Natasha knew that, yelena was just a more open and fun person to be around. Plus yelena had actually made an effort to play with detka alongside Kate.

Natasha got the bottle out the

Microwave once again, this time she walked over to Detka, who was still flipping pages of her colouring book every now and again, scribbling all over it.

“Hiiiii?” Natasha said as enthusiastic and sweetly as her usual snarky voice could do.

Detka looked up at her. “Cmon you gotta drink hmm? You must be so thirsty” Detka just blankly stared at her. Natasha didn’t know how much Detka really understood. Maybe I might as well be talking Russian she thought. “I bet Wanda would be really proud if you drank your bottle hm?” Detka perked up at the word Wanda and did grabby hands at Natasha. “Good girlie” Nat picked her up and took her to the sofa, sitting her on her lap, and laying her down a tad so she was leaning on her. She really didn’t have a clue how Wanda did this.

“Here see? It’s nice and warm” Nat put the nib of the bottle to detkas lips. Detka moved her head away from it. Nat tried to chase her mouth a few more times but detka wasn’t having any of it. Instead the cuff of Natasha’s black hoodie caught her attention. Detka held and touched the cuff for a while, she was always extremely curious that at least Nat knew about her. Nat just let her, offering her hand closer to her. Detka closed her eyes, lent forward and started sucking the back of her hand. Nat sat there in shock for a minute not really knowing what to do. Eventually she picked up the bottle and sneakily replaced it with her hand, Detka took it and made a “hmmmm” sound as the warm milk started to enter her mouth.

Natasha was happy with herself, “there’s a good girl Detka” she held the bottle for her with one hand and started stroking detkas hair with the other. Detka put her arms around nats arm that was holding her bottle, cuddling her arm. Her breathing slowed right down, Natasha could tell she was drifting off. Suddenly Nat became aware there was no more milk, as Detka removed her mouth from the nib. Oh god Nat thought, please don’t have a tantrum. Detka simply yawned and snuggled into Nats chest further, listening to the rain on the window, and smelling that chicken soup. She drifted off almost instantly.

[castawaycat]

The Tales of a Little Tiger: Chapter 1- Where it all Began

(Natasha x female reader)

Trigger Warnings: PTSD, Trauma, Abuse, Death

(Reader struggles with ptsd flashbacks from her traumatic childhood. Natasha helps the reader process her trauma.)

You did your best to cover up the dark circles under your eyes with makeup. When the team asked why you had been spending so much time in your room, you chalked it up to being on your period. The guys accepted your answer but Natasha would eye you skeptically with every excuse you gave them.

The dark thoughts cloud your mind as you sit and stare at the pictures on your bedroom wall. The smiling faces of yourself seem so foreign and strange. When was the last time that you had truly smiled?

You shivered as you pulled the blankets closer to your frail body. Now that you think about it you hadn’t been eating much. It’s like you have been stuck in a dissociative cycle.

You jumped when you heard a knock at your door.

“Y/n, it’s me Natasha.”

Looking around your messy bedroom you let out an exhausted sigh. When did things get so messy?

“Hold on.” You said as you tried your best to clean up. Before opening your door you looked in the mirror and did your best to fix your makeup.

You cracked the door open and gave your best smile. “Hey.” You said as sweetly and normal as you could manage.

Natasha could instantly tell that you weren’t okay. “We haven’t had a movie night in a while and I was wondering if maybe we could?” She suggested more than asked as she made her way through your door.

You panicked a little as she made her way into your dark and messy room. Usually your room was clean, and comfy. You always had candles lit and you usually sat and played Animal crossing or Stardew Valley when you weren’t on missions. Instead the tv was off and covered with dust. There were no candles lit and your bed was cold and unmade.

“Ugh, you know tonight’s not a great night. Maybe some other time.” You said as you fidgeted with your hands as you avoided making eye contact.

Natasha walked closer to you as she slowly and gently placed her hand on your cheek. “Y/n, don’t shut me out. What’s wrong?”

Before you can stop yourself tears fall down your cheeks and land on her hand. “Please just go.” You say in barely a whisper as you try to move away from her touch.

You felt like such a weak burden for falling apart in front of the strongest woman you had ever known. The woman in front of you had survived the literal red room and here you were barely able to cope with the trauma of your childhood.

You stopped in your tracks when you felt two strong hands grab you.

“Y/n, I’m not going anywhere.” The redhead said as she pulled you into her arms. She felt her worry grow as she felt how much smaller you were in her arms.

As soon as you were in her embrace the sobs you were holding onto came crashing out as your body shook uncontrollably. The lack of eating, and sleep had finally caught up with you as your body collapsed into hers.

You could feel your own warm tears falling down your face as your vision grew darker. You could hear Natasha talking to you, but you were too tired to respond.

“Y/n! It’s going to be okay my love.” She says as she quickly picks up your unconscious body. “Friday. Alert Bruce that I’m bringing y/n to med bay.”

The A.I. quickly responded, “I’ve alerted Bruce and Dr. Cho.”

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“Please wake up y/n, I love you. I can’t lose you.” Natasha said with tears in her eyes as she held your hand.

You had been unconscious for days. Dr. Cho and Bruce had said that your body was in the beginning stages of shutting down due to lack of sleep, eating, and being extremely dehydrated. The other avengers had come to visit you, they blamed themselves that they didn’t catch on that you were in a dark place mentally. Natasha never left your side despite the others offering to stay with you.

A whimper left your lips as you fell into another ptsd nightmare. It was the same one that had plagued you for years. You could hear your name and beeping sounds pierce through your dream.

“Y/n, it’s okay. Open your eyes, it's not real. Come back to me baby.” The voice called out to you with so much love and warmth that you did your best to follow it.

Tears fell down your face as you finally opened your eyes. You were breathing in deep gulps of air as you tried to figure out reality.

Natasha held you and held your gaze as she spoke gently to you, “it’s okay baby, I’ve got you. Just breathe with me, focus on me.” She said as she helped you slow your breaths.

As you began to relax she placed a reassuring kiss on your forehead. “Sorry.” You said weakly. Your mouth was dry and you sounded weird even to yourself.

Natasha shook her head as she moved to where she could look at you. “I’m sorry. I should have pushed you to talk to me when I first noticed you weren’t yourself. I just thought that you would eventually come to me.” She said. Her voice was evidently filled with guilt.

You did your best to clear your throat, “I wanted to tell you. But I just felt so stupid, weak, and like a burden…”

Before you could even finish she placed a finger to your lips, “you are never a burden. You’re not weak and you’re definitely not stupid. You don’t have to tell me what led you here, but please don’t ever shut me out like this again.” She said sadly as she pulled out crumpled papers from her jacket pocket.

“I found these on your desk.” The redhead said as her lips began to tremble.

“I can explain.” You said as your voice stuttered. You wanted to rip the suicide letters out of her hand. You felt ashamed and embarrassed that she had found them. “I wasn’t going to. I just needed to get my thoughts out of my head.”

Natasha set aside the papers and took your shaking hands into her own. “I don’t know what Hydra told you but you’re not a monster. You’re the kindest, most beautiful soul that I’ve ever met.” She said as tears fell from her puffy red rimmed eyes.

You shook your head as the dark thoughts of your past began to haunt you once again. “You… you don’t know what I’ve done.” You say as you bring your legs to your chest as you begin to shut down.

Dr. Cho walks in just as your vitals begin to spike. “Natasha, why don’t you go get some rest. Bruce and I need to run a few tests on y/n now that she’s awake.” The doctor says as she gently ushers out the redhead.

Natasha sighs as she nods her head. Leaning down she places a kiss on your head. ”I love you detka. I’ll be back around dinner time.” She says as she walks out of your hospital room.

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Natasha goes back to your room and begins to clean. She bought you new candles of all your favorite scents and colors. She washes your bed sheets and comforter. She smiles when she sees all your stuffed animals are hiding under your bed. As she makes your bed she stacks your stuffies neatly on top.

After finishing the bedroom she tidied up your living room and waters your plants. She sighs when she walks into the small kitchen and opens the fridge. Your fridge looks sadder than her own and that’s pretty bad.

“Friday. Order y/n’s favorite groceries and have them delivered today.” Natasha says as she closes the fridge.

“I have ordered all of y/n’s favorite foods and snacks.” Friday responds immediately.

Natasha looks around the clean apartment and lets out a sigh of relief as she feels the warmth of your apartment come back to life. All that’s missing is you.

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Bruce takes extra care in unhooking you from the IV and medical equipment. “Now y/n, I’m only releasing you to your apartment because I feel you will get better rest there. You are on strict suicide watch and Friday has been programmed to alert all of us if you are distressed in any way. I’ve prescribed you some sleeping pills and some meal replacement shakes if you don’t have the energy to eat.” He said as he watched you take in all of his directions. He just wanted to hug you. He hated seeing you so sad and withdrawn.

“Thanks Bruce. I’ll try my best.” You say as you get up from the bed and take the prescriptions and shakes from his hand.

“I can call Nat and have her take you to your apartment?” He suggests as he watches you collect your things.

“No, it’s okay. Thank you.” You say as you give him a weak smile.

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As you walk into your apartment you are in full alert at seeing your place cleaned and candles lit. Your hands glow blue as your powers ignite. “Is anyone here?” You call out as you carefully walk through your apartment ready to attack.

“Easy detka, it’s just me.” Natasha says as she walks cautiously towards you. She seems confused but happy to see you.

Your powers cool down and your hands stop glowing as your defenses drop. “Nat, what are you doing here?” You say as you look around.

“I wanted to make sure that you wouldn’t have much to worry about when you came home.” She said as she moved closer to you.

You felt speechless at the great lengths she had gone through to make your life easier. It made you feel both guilty and incredibly loved.

Before you had pushed everyone away you and Natasha had been exploring a romantic relationship together. You and her had never slept together, but you both had deep feelings for each other.

Movie nights were usually spent cuddled on the couch and giving each other little kisses here and there. Due to your childhood which you never talked about, you weren’t yet ready for too much physical touch. You simply just didn't understand it or trust it.

Natasha always respected you and though you could tell she wanted to know more about you; she always gave you the right amount of space.

“If movie night is too much maybe I can watch you play your little animal game?” She said as she pointed to your switch console.

You laughed for the first time and gave her a warm playful smile. “You mean Animal Crossing.”

“What are they even crossing?” She asks as she nods her head that yes that’s the game she was talking about. She didn’t understand the concept of the game. There was no fighting or missions to complete. But for some reason the animal game always made you so happy and relaxed.

“I’d like that.” You say as you stand on your tiptoes to give her a soft kiss to her lips. You smile as you feel her kiss you back. It’s moments like this where you wonder why you pushed her away to begin with.

She makes sure you’re nice and comfy on the couch surrounded by all your favorite blankets. “Do you need anything else?”

You smile and shake your head no as you load up your game. You had missed all your villagers and they had missed you. It was silly that you felt so loved and validated from these little animal creatures. You felt a pinch of sadness for shutting them out too.

Natasha came back with two plates of your favorite meal and placed your plate on the coffee table in front of you. “I’m not the best cook but I had Yelena walk me through the recipe.” She says as she laughs at her own clumsiness in the kitchen.

The food smells good but the thought of eating makes you nauseous. You can tell that the redhead wants you to taste her creation. “It smells great Nat.” You say as you place your controllers down and pick up the warm plate.

Natasha can tell that you’re struggling to take a bite. She wonders if on top of everything else you’re fighting; if you’re also fighting off eating disorder thoughts. Setting her own plate down she takes the plate from your hands. She blows on the food before moving the fork to your lips. “Please detka. Please you need to eat.” She says softly as she gives you a reassuring smile.

You take a bite and let out a little moan as the flavors dance on your tongue. Your eyes shut softly as you savor the taste. “Are you sure Yelena didn’t cook this?” You joke as Natasha continues to feed you.

“Is it really that hard to believe that I can cook sometimes?” She asks playfully. She smiles at seeing that you’ve eaten half of your plate. The redhead can tell that you’re fighting off sleep as your eyes have grown heavy with exhaustion.

You shake your head as she brings another bite to your lips. For the first time in days you felt absolutely full. “Thank you.” You say softly as you fight off a yawn.

“Can the chef have a kiss?” She asks cheekily as she points to the apron she’s wearing that says, “kiss the chef.”

You let out a light chuckle as you nod your head. You kiss her softly and sweetly on the lips. You smile sadly as she pulls away before the kiss deepens. You know that it’s because of your mental state that Natasha doesn’t want to overwhelm you, but you can’t help but crave her physical touch.

“Y/n, why don’t you take a relaxing bath. I’ve bought you your favorite bath bombs.” Natasha says as she places the leftovers in the fridge and places the plates in the dishwasher.

You nod your head as you begin to get up. Your body aches as you stand. You have to hold onto the wall so you don’t fall as your balance is off.

Natasha rushes over to you and helps you walk to the bathroom. “Do you want me to help malen'kiy?” She asks as her cheeks blush.

Your own cheeks turn red as you nod your head. You let her help you get undressed. “Will you get in with me?” You say in a soft whisper as you do your best to cover yourself.

Natasha nods her head as she helps you step into the bubble bath that she’s made for you. She undresses before stepping in and sitting behind you. Gently she pulls you into her embrace and places a reassuring kiss on your head. “Is this okay?” She asks as she feels you begin to relax in her embrace.

This is the closest to intimacy you’ve ever encountered. You wonder if Natasha finds being naked in the bath with you strange or awkward. Of course you had found her absolutely gorgeous when she had undressed, as best as you could you had tried not to stare at her.

“You’re so beautiful y/n.” Natasha said as she began to wash your hair. She could sense the dark thoughts start to cloud your mind. “You don’t have to cover yourself up or feel ashamed.” She said gently as she felt you relax your arms and place them to your sides.

“I’m sorry that I’m being so awkward.” You hear yourself tell her. “I’ve just never done this before. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before.”

You take a deep breath as you begin to open up to Natasha. “I’ve felt love of course. When I was a little girl I had a family that adopted me. I had a mom, dad, sister, and little brother. We even had a cat.” You shudder as you take a shaking breath. Sweet memories come into your mind as you allow yourself to think about them.

Natasha listened intently as she carefully rinsed the shampoo and conditioner from your hair. No one had known much of your backstory. They had found you locked up and sedated in Hydra’s base when you were in your mid 20’s. They rescued you and restored you back to health. The only thing you had said was that Hydra had found you and captured you when they discovered you had powers and abilities. Once Fury felt secure that you weren’t a threat he offered you a job to join shield.

“You don’t have to talk about this detka if you’re not ready.” Natasha said as she wrapped her strong arms around you.

“I want to tell you. I..I don’t know if I can tell you everything right now; but I can’t keep holding everything in anymore.” You say as your body begins to shake despite being in the warm bath water.

“My family adopted me when I was five years old. I remember being so happy to finally be in a safe home. I had my own room filled with stuffed animals, toys and books. I even had a Star projector night light.” You say as your eyes light up at the memory of your childhood room.

“Everything was going great until my powers started to manifest. My parents never treated me any differently and they never feared me. My dad pulled me out of school because he was afraid that if anyone found out I would be taken away.” You stop talking as the memories slam into your mind and you struggle to tell the difference between reality and memories.

“Detka, don’t push yourself.” Natasha says as she rubs your arms reassuringly.

“Can we go lay down?” You ask as you do your best to get the images to clear from your mind.

Natasha helps you stand out of the water as she grabs a soft white towel and wraps it around you. She grabs a towel for herself and follows you to your bedroom.

You dry yourself off and change into a shirt and some pajama shorts that have little strawberries on them. You smile when you look up and see Natasha smiling at you.

Natasha finished changing into her own pajamas that she had brought from her apartment. She smiled as you picked up your beloved tiger stuffie. It was the same stuffie they had found with you in the Hydra base.

“I figured all your friends would prefer to sleep on the bed and not under it.” Nat says as she climbs into bed with you.

You bring the tiger up to your chest and give it a tight squeeze. “They let me keep him. Hydra let me keep Tigey.” You say blankly as your brain flashes back in time.

The redhead sits up and notices your eyes are glazed over. She knows you’re not fully aware of your surroundings. She doesn’t touch you as she doesn’t want to spook you. “I’m right here detka, you’re safe.”

Your fingers grip Tigey’s ruffled fur as tears fall down your face. Taking a deep breath you begin to tell and relive your darkest memories.

“My parents warned me not to play with my powers; but I was curious. I didn’t know why I had them or what I could do with them. I figured if I could learn them then I could protect everyone. I remember drawing a picture with my brother and sister in the living room.Tigey was sitting in my lap.” You sniffle as the tears continue to fall. You feel just as small as you did that day.

“There was a loud knock on the door. My dad told me to hide but I didn’t listen. I just froze. When he opened the door Hydra rushed in and started demanding answers. They wanted me. My siblings were hiding behind me as they cried for our parents to do something. One of the men pulled out a gun and shot my dad right in the head. I can still hear my mom's screams right before they shot her.” You start to rock back and forth as you can no longer tell what is reality anymore. In your mind you are that little girl.

“I remember crying and screaming for them to stop. My whole body started to glow blue and as I screamed I had caused an explosion so great that I had killed them all. My brother and sister died instantly from the blast. I…I killed them.” You don’t realize it but your hands start to glow a light blue.

Natasha speaks calmly and softly to you. She starts to hum a Russian lullaby in hopes that it will calm you down. She relaxes a little as your hands stop glowing. She knows that you still have more to say.

“More of Hydra’s men came for me. I had nothing left other than Tigey who had somehow survived my blast. A man in a white coat said I could keep Tigey if I went with them. So I did. I went with Hydra and they trained me to truly be a monster.” You say as you hold the tiger even tighter to your chest. You’re full on sobbing now as your mind viciously replays every person you’ve ever killed along with the screams of your parents and cries from your siblings.

“I love you malen'kiy. You’re safe now. It wasn’t your fault. You were a child and they used you.” Natasha spoke softly as she pulled you into her lap and began to rock you. She was familiar with the guilt that you were feeling. After all, she was raised to be an assassin in the red room.

Your sobs die down as exhaustion takes over your mind and your body. “I’m tired Natty.” You say in a small voice as you look up at her.

“I know detka. Let’s get some sleep. I promise to be right here the whole night. Do you want to take the prescription that Bruce gave you?” Natasha asks as she reaches for the bottle of pills on your nightstand and a bottle of water. She laughs when you scrunch up your face.

“What if the dreams are worse and I can’t wake up?” You ask as you take the pill in your hand and inspect it cautiously.

“I will be right here. How about you take your medicine and I can watch you play your animal game until you fall asleep?” She suggests and smiles when you nod your head and take the pill in your hand. “Good girl, detka.”

You blush at being praised by Natasha. Your headspace feels small and vulnerable as you get under your soft comforter and hug Tigey close to your chest. His fur is wet from your tears, but you don’t care.

Natasha comes back with your switch but stops in her tracks when she sees that you’ve already fallen asleep. She climbs in bed with you and lets out a sigh of relief when you snuggle into her.

The redhead places a kiss on your head. “I promise to keep you safe my little tiger.”

[marvelnatr]

Training

Warnings: Daddy!Nat, Sub!reader, humiliation, brat!tamer Nat, impact play, mocking, strap on, cock warming, breeding kink, cum filled strap, pussy spanking, spanking, bratting, oral fixation, office setting.

Summary: you continue to fail to complete your mission reports correctly. Fury has tried multiple times to get the teammates to teach you how to complete them and you cannot follow simple orders, he’s told that during your teachings you have a cocky attitude. So he places you in an office with Nat till you can get your act together.

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Your POV:

Walking into the office Natasha looked up at me, her eyebrow cocking as she stayed leaned over her desk “excuse you?” I watched her slightly confused “what? I’m supposed to be here at nine am and its nine ten” Natasha nodded “yes you’re late. But also have some manners and knock on my office door before you come in” I nodded a bit with an eye roll and started to cross the threshold, Natashas voice stopped me in my tracks “so turn around and try again”. Looking up at her I nodded and turned around, closing the door and knocking again. Natasha gently opened the door “come in”. Nodding I walked in the door and looked at Natasha, she pointed to the chair near her desk “sit” rolling my eyes again I sat down. I’m not a fucking dog. I felt Nats eyes on me, the door clicked shut and the sound of her heels getting closer to my chair till I felt her brush by me as she sat down “so you’ve been having some problems with your mission reports?” I shook my head “they’re fine. Fury is just being picky” Natasha looked up at me “his name to you is Director, I know for a fucking fact you and him are not on first name basis. Do I make myself clear?” Swallowing a little I nodded as Nat watched me “no, you’re going to give me a verbal confirmation” watching her I sat forward and spoke, allowing my attitude to lace my voice “okay”, Natasha’s eyes found mine, the second we made eye contact I had realized I may have sounded a little too bold. Natasha calmly spoke “okay what?” I watched her, backing down a little “o-okay yes ma’am”. I received a simple nod from her and sat there in silence while she finished up her work.

After fifteen minutes I looked at her “okay what the fuck am I doing here? Cause if I’m just gonna sit here I’m leaving” Natasha looked at me “you will be patient Y/N” pouting I sat back and watched her work. This went on for around another thirty minutes before she looked at me “okay, what was the last mission you did” I looked at her and sat up “fucking finally” shooting a glare at me she growled a little “watch your fucking mouth, I am here to help you, so drop the fucking attitude” ignoring her statement I pulled out my computer and pulled up the mission report. I felt her lean over my shoulder as she looked at my report and scoffed “no wonder fury wont take this, its messy” I looked at her “excuse you?” Natasha cocked her eyebrow at me “I didn’t stutter did I?” Shutting up a little I rolled my eyes and thought of a quick snarky comeback “so what’s wrong with it then if you’re so fucking smart” I guess that was it. That’s what snapped her. Within seconds I was turned and facing her, her green eyes piercing into mine

Natasha’s POV:

Wrapping my hand around her throat Y/N left out a little gasp, her eyes widening as her legs squeezed together. I laughed a little and mocked “oh, I see, you just needed to be choked out a little didn’t you?” Y/N’s knuckles turned white as she squirmed “n-no” I laughed at her, tutting “oh detka, poor little thing. How I’d love to fuck you but you need an attitude adjustment” I let go of her neck with a little push and looked at her “rewrite it. Again. Stop beating around the bush and write it” Y/N pouted “b-but I don’t know how” I grabbed her jaw and made her look at me “you’re a smart little girl, you’ll figure it out” a pout formed on her lips as she looked at her computer and started typing. Nodding I sat back down at my desk. Y/N’s legs were squeezed shut as she typed. She would look up at me on occasion, her eyes begged me to fuck her as her pupils were blown with lust. Smirking at her I shook my head “focus on your work darling”

Y/N continued with her work. I decided it was time to fuck around with her a little, my fingers made their way to my button up shirt, slowly undoing the first three buttons to reveal my cleavage. Y/N’s eyes had been trained on my chest for a solid two minutes now. I laughed a little “what’s got you distracted darling?” Y/N swallowed hard and shook her head “nothing”. I slowly got up and leaned over the desk, my chest close to her face “try again detka” Y/N looked up at me, her eyes filled with anticipation as I leaned over her. The younger woman shakily inhaled and swallowed thick, as he spoke weakly “n-nothing miss” nodding I turned her computer to me “lets see how much progress you’ve made shall we love”. Looking over her work I tutted, she really hasn’t changed a thing. She’s made advances but hasn’t done much. I looked at her “this really isn’t any better dorogoy, are you really that dumb that you can’t put together a simple report? I know you’re so much smarter then this” a whine fell from her lips “I don’t get it, this is such bullshit!” Cocking my eyebrow at her I warned her “watch your mouth” Y/N looked at me with that same bratty look “fucking make me” laughing I leaned in closer “I will”. Her eyes widened as I sat down in my chair and patted my lap “come bring your computer and sit” Y/N rolled her eyes “no, I’m not a fucking child” I chuckled “you sure are acting like one” she quickly shot me a look and stupidly defended herself “I am not!” I scoffed at her “you are, just like a spoiled fucking brat if you ask me” huffing Y/N sat back in her chair, folding her arms and turning away from me just as a pouting child would. I laughed and mumbled “my point proven”

After about fifteen minutes she grumbled “I would like to leave now” I nodded while typing “you can after you finish your report” Y/N groaned “but I don’t fucking know what to do to fix it!” Looking over at her I spoke calmly, probably pissing her off even more “I offered to help you darling, and you wouldn’t take it. But the offer is still there. When you can drop your ego and come and sit in my lap like a good girl I can help you” she shook her head and spat “in your fucking dreams” I laughed and nodded “your choice then darling”

After a few more minutes she realized I wasn’t giving in. I heard her movements to grab her computer and find her way over to me. Looking over at her I saw her eyes watching my lap. Leaning back I gave her room to sit down, Y/N shuffled over to me pouting as I took her computer from her and allowed her to sit in my lap. Tucking some hair behind her ear I whispered “this isn’t so bad is it?” Shifting to get comfy she grumbled, her eyebrows furrowed in frustration “this sucks” I laughed a little and held her waist “don’t hurt my feelings now darling. Stop pretending you don’t like it”. A red tint fell over her cheeks as she cuddled into me and I smiled “that’s a good girl. Now, look at your screen”. I adjusted Y/N so she could see her screen and her eyes widened at me, I knew it was only time before she felt my strap in my pants, I laughed a little and mocked in her ear “so distracted darling, are you okay?”. A blush tinted her cheeks red as she nodded “y-yes da- ma’am”, I smirked “oh no baby say what you were gonna say”. Y/N squirmed in my lap as she mumbled, I held her hips and stilled her movements “speak up detka”. She pushed her head into my chest “y-yes d-daddy”. I groaned a little and held her hips down “such a good girl, there we go, finally learning your place”, the girl shot a glare at me and I smacked her thigh “nuh uh little girl, knock it off”, her eyes rolled as she spat “fucking make me”.

My hand quickly wrapped around her throat as I stood her up, quickly laying her flat over my desk then landing a harsh smack to her ass “that’s it, enough of the attitude”, Y/N gasped and moaned a little. Chuckling I tutted “such a fucking slut, is this what you want? You want me to spank you?” I spanked her again and stuck my fingers in her mouth “you just want to get punished thats all, want me to make you my little bitch”. I continued to land harsh spanks to her ass, the crimson red color was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. You could see the slight outlines of my rings from the impact on her sore ass. Y/N was whimpering and crying a little, drooling all over my desk. I laughed “awww my poor little girl, you can give but you cant take? But you look so pretty for me. You ass all red while you make a mess all over my desk. Those pretty little tears don’t mean shit to me princess”

I watched as she squirmed, an unmistakable wet patch forming on her panties. Kicking her legs apart I gently pushed my palm on her cunt “mmmm so wet for me babygirl” Y/N moaned and whined, her legs closing around my hands. I smacked her cunt and looked up at her “you do not close your legs when I touch you, do you understand little girl?” She nodded and moaned “y-yes daddy” pushing my hand against her cunt I spoke again “I said do you understand?”, moaning a bit louder she fixed her sentence “y-yes daddy I understand” smirking I whispered in her ear “panties off and lay on the couch”. Y/N scrambled to the couch taking off her panties. I locked the office door and headed over to her. I rubbed her thighs gently “open your legs detka”, her legs quickly fell open and I groaned “you’re fucking soaked babygirl“ a red tint formed on her cheeks as I trailed my finger along her cunt “so you can follow orders, shocking”. Y/N snapped her legs shut “oh fuck off”. I cocked my eyebrow at her lowering my voice to a growl “what did you just say to me Y/N?”, her eyes went wide as her face turned white. Fear and anticipation flooded her eyes as I tutted “what am I going to do with you huh little girl?” I watched as she swallowed thick, standing up I leaned over her and grabbed her neck “lets see…I could edge you…or I could spank your poor little cunt….and I could just completely leave you without touching you” Y/N quickly protested to my last suggestion, a pleading whine falling from her lips “no daddy please! Please don’t leave me like this!”. I laughed at her “and what makes you think you’re in any position to tell me what to do with you darling? Where on earth did you get that thought?”

Dead silence fell over the room. Y/N’s pupils blown with lust and fear as she squirmed. I chuckled at her squeezing her neck tighter and pulling her closer to my face “come on slut speak up”, the younger woman gasped and rambled out “I-I dont! y-you’re in charge daddy”. Smiling I nodded “that’s right detka, daddy is is charge. Here’s what’s gonna happen” I trailed my hand down to her cunt as I spoke, allowing my accent to lace my voice a little more “you’re going to lay here and hold yourself open while daddy spanks this pretty little cunt five times for your misconduct. Do I make myself clear?” Y/N moaned and nodded “y-yes daddy you made yourself clear”

Y/N spread herself open, I smirked at her “so wet”, leaning down I hovered my face just above her cunt, my breath falling over her cunt making her twitch as I smiled “oh this is gonna be so much fucking fun” pushing my palm onto her heated core I kissed her gently then landed a semi harsh smack. Y/N yelped and moaned as I gently rubbed “you know what to do darling”. The girl swallowed thick, her chest rising and falling as she attempted to catch her breath “o-one thank you daddy”. Smiling I nodded and spanked her pussy again. I received the same reaction as the last. Y/N jolting slightly at the impact on her already swollen cunt from being so needy. I looked in her eyes as she counted again “two t-thank you daddy”. Nodding I finished the next three. Rubbing her pussy gently I groaned “so red and puffy now darling, you look so pretty like this” a blush fell over her cheeks and I chuckled “so shy, why did I punish you baby?” Y/N whispered gently “b-because I closed my legs while you were touching me” I nodded and rubbed “and is that polite?”, blushing further she shook her head “no daddy”. I smiled and kissed her knee “good girl. Now, you need to finish your report”. Immediately she whined “I don’t wanna!” I folded my arms “tell you what, you do the report and you get to cockwarm daddy as you work” Y/N bit her lip eagerly nodding “deal!”

Laughing I walked over to the desk and sat down. Y/N watched me as she rubbed her legs together, I patted my lap “come on darling, you’re so soaked you’ll be just fine”. She turned beet red as she straddled me and sunk gently down on my strap. Her cunt swallowing every inch of the thick toy as her mouth fell open in a silent moan. It was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen and I couldn’t wait to breed her. To claim her and make her mine. I rested my hands on her hips and whispered praises “come on babygirl, just a little more. You can take it. I know you can” her eyes watched mine as she whimpered “you’re so big daddy, it wont fit” I laughed a little and rubbed her waist “oh darling. It’ll fit, daddy will help you”. She nodded as I lightly fucked up into her. My entire length buried into her cervix as she moaned “f-fucking hell” rubbing her hips gently I praised “thats it, such a good girl, you’ve done so well for me baby” she smiled and I patted her cheek “now get to work”

Y/N worked on her report as I looked over a file. Every so often I would check on her to see her progress. I could feel her arousal coating my thighs. The heat radiating off her core. Sometimes she would shift and moan from the sensation of the strap moving inside her. After thirty minutes she had finally finished. I put my file down and leaned forward, moving in her again. Y/N moaned as I rubbed her thigh to calm her and read over her report. I smiled and gripped her thigh a little “thats more like it baby, you do know what to do you just wanted to cookie cut it” Y/N pouted and bratted a little “did not!”. Quickly I smacked her thigh “no ma’am, no more of that” the girl whimpered “s-sorry daddy”. My hips involuntary bucked up, causing me to fuck into her. It was a pure reaction to the honorific falling from her lips. I received a moan from her in return, groaning I whispered in her ear “I could listen to those pretty little sounds all day” Y/N whimpered “please fuck me daddy, I-I can’t wait anymore”

Quickly picking her up I brought her over to the couch, my strap staying buried in her the entire time. I rested her down on the couch, her back hitting the leather cushions. I moan fell from her lips as my cock moved inside of her “oh baby be a good girl and let daddy fuck you hm? I know you’ve been craving this from the second you looked at me”. Y/N whimpered and nodded as I started fucking into her “that’s it, good girl detka”. Quickly grabbing a hold of the leather she moaned “f-fucking hell daddy you’re so big” I laughed a little and kept fucking her “I know darling”. Y/N’s head threw back as her eyes closed, I slapped her tit “ah ah, no little girl, you look daddy in the eyes while she’s fucking you. I want to memorize exactly what you look like when you’re falling apart under me”

Y/N’s eyes shot open again as she watched me, I nodded and slipped my fingers into her mouth, lightly making her gag which in turn made her clench around my strap. She quickly got the understanding to suck and begun swirling her tongue around my fingers. My digits muffling her moans as her teary eyes watched me. I smiled and mocked her “look at you, drooling all over yourself as I fuck your tight little pussy. You look fucking pathetic darling. I’m glad you’re found a better use for that pretty mouth of yours rather than bratting”. At this point she was too busy to complain, to dumb fucked out to argue. Fucking into her harder I groaned “fuck pup you look so pretty like this”. She moaned loud and bucked her hips, I cocked my eyebrow at her “you like that one huh? You want daddy to breed this sweet little pussy? To claim you?”. A babbled yes fell from her mouth around my fingers. I smirked and fucked into her harder “fuck thats my good girl”

Y/N’s legs started to shake, I took my fingers out of her mouth “you ask for permission to cum detka” her moans grew louder “p-please daddy please can I cum?” I groaned and nodded “fuck babygirl cum for me, gonna fill you up, make my cum drip from that pretty little cunt”. I gripped her legs and spread them wider as she came. Fully bottoming out inside her I came with her. Filling her cunt as she screamed a little “h-holy fucking shit daddy!” I laughed as I kissed her cheek “such a good girl for me, now everyone in the office knows who’s screwing you”, Y/N’s face tinted red as I stroked her cheek “it’s okay darling, you’re mine now”

As her breathing slowed I gently pulled out, some of the cum dripping from her cunt as it spilled on the couch. Chuckling I rubbed her thighs “such a messy girl”. I went into my private bathroom and wet a washcloth, coming back I kissed her inner thigh “may I dove?”. Y/N nodded all floaty, I melted at her relaxed face and fucked out body. While I cleaned her up I spoke “no more of the bratty attitude okay baby?” Y/N nodded and whispered “okay daddy”. I smiled softly at her and gently put her panties back on and grabbed one of my blankets from my storage ottoman, wrapping her up in it as I picked her up and held her in my arms “that’s my good girl, you can rest now darling”

Y/N cuddled into my neck and closed her eyes. While she dozed off I rubbed some cream on her ass, admiring the indentation of my rings on her red flesh for a few seconds. Kissing her head I sat down and continued to do some of my work, doing my best not to wake the sleeping angel in my lap.