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marvelfanfics1 · 4 months
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Paci kisses 🥺 I lub it!!!!! And so you can do may be winterwindow x little reader x little Peter where the reader Slips in babyspace and always wanna give them paci kisses so they are at the avenger tower on a Visit and baby goes to uncle Steve and give him a paci kiss on the cheek and then she goes to everyone and gives all paci kisses and little petie get jealous (may be tom Peter) and crawl to him and gives him paci kisses all over his face after that she climbed on daddy's lap and gives him paci kisses like she does with mommy and everyone adores the scene 🥺🥺
Kisses for everyone
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Pairing: cg!Winterwidow x little!reader x little!peter
Warnings: Age Regression, lots of kisses, pure fluff, jealousy, not proofread
A/n: This has been sitting in my drafts for so long I'm sorry 😭🙏🏻
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The second the elevator door opened to the common floor Peter ran out and jumped on the big couch, reserving a seat for him and you like he does every time for movie night.
Bucky shook his head with a smile and turned his attention to you. Today you felt smaller than usual, which neither your caregivers nor Peter mind. They love you, doesn't matter the headspace.
"You okay, baby?" he asked and you nodded, smiling behind your paci you leaned forward to kiss his cheek.
Bucky walked over to Peter to hand you in his awaiting arms, knowing the boy could get fussy when he doesn't have his cuddle partner. To be fair, Peter is very protective over you and when you're in babyspace he's constantly on alarm, making sure you're happy and safe.
Half an hour later the common area was filled with chatter and laughter, everyone talking about how they have been before it was time to decide on a movie together. While the heroes chat you were going around giving each person a cuddle and a paci kiss, it's nothing new to the others how affectionate you can be.
Right now you were on Steve's back, arms wrapped around his neck and giggling, moving your head forward to give him a paci kiss against his cheek and letting out a surprised squeal when he pretended to drop you. If only you knew that you were the only little having so much fun at this moment. Peter was pouting on the couch with his arms crossed.
He doesn't know why he feels this way but seeing you giving everyone in the room the love and attention that he and your mommy and daddy were usually getting only, has him sulking on the large couch.
Natasha being the attentive assassin she is noticed almost instantly what was going on. She stopped her conversation with Clint and made her way to sit next to Peter nudging his shoulder.
"Wanna tell me what got you all pouty?" she teased, pulling slightly at his bottom lip that was jutted out.
He smiled a little but went back to frowning at his mommy before mumbling. "Just wanna have tiny for me alone..."
"Ah, I see..." She replied, moving some of his curls from his face and leaning closer to whisper to him. "Give it some time and she will be glued to your side."
On the other side of the couch, you were sitting on your knees between Bucky and Steve, occasionally listening to their conversation and looking around until your daddy tapped your thigh to get your attention.
"I think Peter needs some snuggles from his little sister, you think you can help him out?" he asked and you nodded your head proudly, a big smile forming behind your paci.
You instantly crawled your way over to Peter, shocking him first but he smiled the second you leaned forward to give him a paci kiss, and not just one, you kissed him all over his face until you were sure he was his happy self again.
"Lub Petie," you said proving it by giving him one last paci kiss on his lips.
"I lub you too, Tiny." he smiles brightly wrapping his arms around you to pull you in for a long hug.
When you were sure he was satisfied with the attention you gave him you switched from Peter to sitting on Bucky's lap, reaching over to play with your mommy's hair and also giving her and your daddy a paci kiss while the others cooed at the whole interaction.
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toldthatdevil · 1 year
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Can I pretty please request a mommy Natasha where her little wakes up in the middle of the night hungry and milk time ensues??? thank you <3
Midnight Milkies | Mommy!Natasha Romanoff x Little!Reader
pairings: mommy!natasha romanoff x little!reader
warnings: age regression
content: breastfeeding, nightime w/ mommy, fluff, soft moments.
a/n: thank you for your request nonny, i loved writing this one. I hope you enjoy it <3
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You woke up too early. Your mommy hadn’t come to get you yet and it was still way too dark outside to be close to morning. You didn’t know how long you had tried closing your eyes to go back to sleep but there was a growling coming from your belly which was too much; you were too hungry to be able to fall back asleep now.
You felt the frustration bring tears to your eyes as you whined, kicking your feet, your blankets being shoved to the bottom of the crib before crying out. 
The sound of your cries through the baby monitor next to Natasha’s bed woke her immediately. She glanced at the clock, 4:33 am. Sliding out of bed, she made her way to your nursery, opening the door to find you crying your little heart out. 
“Shh, shh, shh,” she whispered, picking you up gently and hugging you close. Natasha bounced you around the room, rubbing soothing circles on your back to help you calm down.
Noticing your cries dying down she asked you what was wrong.
You swallowed and wiped your face on her hoodie, “hungry mommy,” 
Natasha could see your bottom lip jutting out, your big doe eyes looking up at her with tear track marks still on your face. You were just the cutest little thing, and Natasha could hardly cope looking at you.
“Aw, does my little baby need some milk?”
You nodded into her shoulder.  With that, Natasha made her way to the corner of the room, sitting herself down in the rocking chair and laying you sideways across her lap.
Waiting patiently for Natasha to adjust herself into a comfortable position you looked up at your mommy, admiring how pretty she was, butterflies forming in your belly. As if your pupils weren’t dilated enough from the site of her, the site of her breasts when she lifted up one side of her dark green hoodie just about blew your pupils. She guided you to her perked nipples, already feeling a slight chill in the air. You immediately latched on sucking harshly, causing her to wince.
You couldn’t help it, she tasted too good. Her milk was the sweetest thing you’d ever had, and you were hungry for it.
“Hey, hey, hey, I’m not going anywhere,” She reminded you, making you ease up a little.
Natasha’s head fell back onto the chair as she rocked with you. There was no better feeling than spending this time with you, and have you drain her of all her milk.
She watched as you suckled, stroking your pretty face and wiping up the droplets of milk that spilled over your cheeks every now and then. 
Closing her eyes as she rocked you Natasha didn’t know who was going to fall asleep first. This time together was something you both needed and she would never say no to when you needed her or her milk. 
She opened her eyes when she felt your suckles slow, thinking you had nodded off only to be met with a frown on your face.
“More mommy,” you pleaded.
Natasha chuckled, you really were hungry tonight. You had drained her left boob faster than she thought whilst still needing more of her. She twisted you around to lie on your other side.
Not even waiting for her to settle this time, you helped yourself, lifting the fabric of her hoodie to find her other breast. 
Latching on, you began to suckle again. Natasha was determined to get you off to sleep this time around. She was slightly worried she was going to have to heat up some of her frozen breastmilk for you if you were awake much longer, sucking her dry. She rubbed circles on your back, knowing this helped sooth you before standing up, you safely wrapped in her arms. You were unfazed, happily drinking her milk and enjoying the attention. 
Natasha walked around the room, patting your bum this time and humming a soft tune, singing some of the lyrics every now and then, “Drove my chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry.”
Before long your eyelids grew heavy, and you were snoring softly, Natasha’s nipple half in your open mouth. 
“And them good old boys were drinking whiskey ’n rye”
Your mommy slowly lowered you back into your crib, pulling your blankets over your little body and placing your stuffy next to you. She gave you a lingering kiss on your cheek before closing your nursery door and heading back to bed.
“Singing’, “This’ll be the day that I die,” 
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a/n: i totally didn't mean for the lyrics to end how they did but we are just gonna ignore that.
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tahliafox · 2 years
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i saw your requests are open and im begging for a natasha romanoff x reader scissoring fic.. i've never seen anyone write this with her before and im obsessed with scissoring
That stupid dress
Natasha Romanoff x Reader.
Summary: Based on request (tysm, scissoring makes me drool)
Warnings: 18+ ONLY,  Older!Natasha, Smut, Mommy!Natasha, slightly innocent!reader.
Words: 1344
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Her hands were all over you as soon as the front door slammed. Natasha twisted you in her arms and started kissing and nipping at your lips, desperately. Taken by surprise, you whined against her mouth and started kissing her back with as much desperation. Her tongue swiped harshly against the roof of your mouth, and she moaned at the taste of you.
Her hands moved to your waist and she gripped you, hard. Out of breath, she pulled back and sucked in a sharp breath. “You don’t…” her lips pressed their way down your neck, interrupting her own sentence. It was as if Natasha couldn’t get her thoughts together as her mouth opened, her forehead pressed against the crook of your neck and she almost sobbed in need. “Fuck, this fucking dress.” Her hands tugged at the red material and pulled it away from your body, for it to then snap back against your skin. You flinched, pressed your head back against the door and moaned loudly. 
A very obvious aching wetness pooled in your thin underwear, soaking through the bottom slightly, you were certain hers looked the exact same… maybe worse based on how she was acting. Natasha ran her left hand in between your legs, making her hand slightly moist with your arousal and then placed her right hand around your neck, choking you. 
“Mommy, wait.” You needed to breathe and find some piece of mind as the way Natasha had pinned you against the door and started groping you so quickly made your mind numb with want. Natasha intensely looked into your eyes, her eyebrows furrowed and she whined when you called her by that title. You pressed your hands against her shoulders and gently pushed her away from you, creating some space. Natasha’s strong hands immediately started reaching for you the moment she lost contact with your body but you held her wrists away.
“No, no, no.” Natasha whined and dropped to her knees, pushing her forehead against your thighs. You let go of her wrists and her hands immediately went to grip at your lower leg. Your eyes widened at how desperate she actually was. “Baby, please. Let mommy touch you. I need to love you. You just- fuck. That stupid dress. Mommy couldn’t stop thinking about ripping it off you all night.” Words kept spewing out of her mouth and she nuzzled against the inside of your leg. 
“Please, little angel. Let mommy worship you.” Natasha looked up at you with glazed over eyes and her thumbs kept rubbing back and forth on your calves, soothing you. Your hand went to brush her hair away from her flushed face and she melted into your touch. “Come on, princess. Let me love you. Mommy is so desperate and needy for her sweet girl. You’re always so good for me, let mommy be good for you for a change. I’ll do whatever you need, baby. Anything for my best girl.”
You managed to form a coherent thought and pulled her up to standing by her face. Your hands stayed on the side of her cheeks and she bent forwards to press her forehead against yours. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was heavy and quick, she wrapped her arms around your waist, hugging you and you pressed an innocent kiss against her nose and nodded. 
“Be gentle.” You reminded her in a meek voice. Natasha opened her eyes and looked deeply into yours.
“Yeah? You want mommy to be nice and kind to you? What else?” She questioned, her voice raspy and cracking in between words. 
“Want to sit on mommy's lap and kiss her, in the bedroom.” You carried on. Natashas hands went to your thighs and she picked you up, jogging up the stairs of your shared house. 
“Fuck- Please carry on talking to me, baby.”
“Can we, uhm.” Your voice went shy, you giggled and hid your face in her hair. Natasha squeezed your thighs and smiled at the sound of your laugh.
“Can we do what, angel? Come on, tell mommy. I'll do anything for you. I promise, anything. Tell mommy, quickly.” She kept walking towards your bedroom and then sat on your bed with you straddling her, her back against the headboard. Natasha coaxed your head away from her hair and rubbed her thumbs over your warm cheeks. You smiled at her and blushed harder when she started pressing kisses all over your face, not being able to keep her lips off of you. Her hands gripped the bottom of your dress and she hauled it over your head, leaving you in pretty lingerie.
“Oh- fuck, fuck, fuck.” Natasha whined and whimpered when she saw what you had on underneath your dress. Her hands immediately went to rub at your tits. When you moaned, let your head fall back and she rested her forehead against your chin and panted for air. “Please, little angel. Tell me, tell your mommy what you want. Oh shit, I need you so, so badly.”
“Want to rub against you.” It was almost too quiet, but she managed to work the sentence out and a sharp pain of arousal hit her.
“You want to rub against me? On my thigh… my stomach? You’ve got to be more specific, baby.”
“No.” you got frustrated. “I want to rub against you. Like on your, you know- parts.” Natasha came to a quick realization that you wanted to scissor her. “Fuck, sweetheart. Of course we can do that. Oh, mommy wants to scissor you so badly. Gonna make you feel so good.”
Her hands went to the back of your bra and she started kissing you with fervor, her tongue all over the inside of your mouth. When it slipped off your arms, she threw it somewhere in the bedroom and pushed you on your back. “Can mommy be on top? I love seeing my little girl so pretty underneath me. Such an innocent, lovely little angel. Mommy’s little angel, aren’t you? Please, baby. Please let mommy be on top. I promise to rub myself so good on your cunt.”
You nodded and she whipped your underwear off, then her own clothes. Her tits pressed firmly against you and she slowly pressed her cunt on yours. Both your and her mouths dropped open in pleasure, her arousal smearing all over your swollen clit. Natasha found your hands against the sheets and intertwined her fingers with yours, holding you closely.
“M’gonna start moving, baby. Fuck- gonna feel so good.” She moaned then immediately started grinding up and down over you. Her clit knocked against yours, every movement. Moans started to spew out your mouth and Natasha ducked her head to breath against your neck, smelling your sweet cherry perfume.
“Oh- yes. That's it, baby. You’re such a good girl letting mommy rub herself all over you like this. You're gonna smell so much of me.” her teeth nipped at your neck, marking you. “My girl. My sweet little angel. Fuck- i love you so much, sweety. So proud of you for lying still for me and taking this so well.”
Your stomach started growing tight and your eyebrows furrowed. “Mommy-” you interrupted her. She looked up at you, immediately giving you all her attention. “Gonna cum. Getting so close. Please don't stop.”
“Mommy is never going to stop. Ever. oh im gooing to cum too, feels so fucking good.” She grit her teeth and started humping you faster. “Yes, yes, yes, yes.” She chanted out like a prayer. 
Your orgasm hit you like a brick and Natasha felt something wet splash against her cunt. She suddenly realized she made you squirt, then fell head first into her own orgasm at the thought. Your name left her lips in a scream. Natasha could no longer hold herself up, completely pressed against you and pathetically humping her hips onto you.
“Oh- fuck, fuck. Mommy is so proud of you for squirting like that. Jesus, fucking Christ. That was the hottest thing I've ever seen.”
note: holy fuck, got a bit carried away. think this is my favorite fic.
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kararomanoff · 10 months
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who's your mommy?
This was written by a minor, if you don’t like that that’s okay you don’t need to read.
when Natasha comes over for a week to stay with you and your mom, she learns that you may have had sex with your now ex girlfriend but your hers? Can’t you see that
warning: smut, mommy kink, innocence kink, double sided dildo, legal age gap, pet names(detka means baby in Russian)
this is shit, I apologise for the terrible writing
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its summer break from collage and you where back in your home town for a bit staying in your child hood home.
You had grown up with only your mom and big brother, your dad had left when you where 6 for another woman and it broke your mothers beautiful heart, Natasha had come to stay for a year and a half after the day he left to help as your mom had a depressive episode.
eventually you guys became like a little family, you, your mom, your 11 year old big brother and Natasha. you still remember it, you still remember the day she surprised you by taking you out of school for the day and took you to the zoo and you accidently called her mommy.
after a year and a half Natasha had to leave and go back to New York, you never stopped missing her even to this day at 20 you never stopped, of course you still saw her but only every so often, every few years and every time she saw you it always made her proud for the good smart girl you turned out to be.
but lately she had seen you a bit differently, in a more inappropriate way.
today Natasha was coming to visit you and your mom. There was never really anyway to describe how seeing Natasha again made you feel; nervous or excited or maybe scared which was absolutely stupid cause you loved her and she loved you like a daughter, or so you thought and awhile ago she thought the same thing.
''helloo'' the door opens and you hear Natasha shout, you jump up from your seat running to the front door and jumping into her arms ''NATTY!!!'' you shout in her ear with excitement ''detka'' she replys with the same excitement as she holds you as close as possible, smelling your coconut scented hair.
''Natasha'' your moms voice sounds through the front hall of your suburban house. Natasha reluctantly puts you back on the ground and walks over to your mom giving her a big hug and you can see the giant happy smile on your moms face, happy to see her best friend and that some how made your smile grow impossibly bigger knowing how Natasha had always been there for the woman you gave you life no matter what.
you walk up to them pulling Natasha out of your moms arms ''Natty i want your attention, i've not seen you in foreverrrrr!!!'' you whine
''And here i was going to say how grown up you are but it seems like your just the same little girl who called me mommy'' she smirked making you blush and duck your head.
you offered to take Natasha's suit case up stairs to her room that was left from when she lived there, you had never let her move any of her stuff out, always going into her room when you missed her. but Natasha refused and said she'd take it up because she needed a shower any way.
when she was in the shower you started on dinner knowing Natasha cant cook and wanting your mom to relax but secretly wanting to show Natasha to see your cooking skills. you decided to make her favourite, well what was her favourite last time she tried to make you dinner, which was when you where 6 you had never seen her cook since then.
you got the chicken wings out of the fridge and the sauce you made earlier, you dipped the chicken in eggs then bread crumbs and fried them, next putting the crispy chicken and spicy sauce in a tray to put in the oven.
''mhm baby that smells delicious'' Natasha spoke giving you a fright
''oh natty you scared me'' you breathe, hand on your chest
''sorry little one'' she kisses the top of your forehead, she had always done that but this time it was different, it made you feel different, a way you had only felt once with your ex girlfriend Agatha.
''Natty, you need to leave, its a surprise'' you say seriously
''oh yes, how dare i interrupt the chef'' she says with faux seriousness walking out of the kitchen to sit with your mother at the dinning room table.
you continue to cook put the chicken in the oven and setting a timer. You walk into the dinning room to see your mom and Natasha sitting across from one another drinking red wine, you sit in the chair next to Natasha as you wanted needed to be close to her.
you rest your head on her shoulder, looking up at her ''hi'' you whisper
''hi love'' Natasha whispers back making you smile
''i need to go get the dinner'' you say still look up at her beautiful face
''go get it then honey'' she continues to whisper
''okayyyy natty'' you get up wishing you where still close to her, you hadn't actually seen her in 4 years, of course you had called and text but it wasnt the same and you never wanted her to leave again.
you walk in to the kitchen getting the food out of the oven and put it on plates.
you go back to the dinning room giving Natasha her dinner first, then your mom and finally yourself.
''so how's collage been sweetheart?'' Natasha asks
''gooood'' you hum biting into your food
''she has a girlfriend too'' you mom says unknowing how Natasha would react to that ''mh y/n honey this is delicious'' Natasha blocks out what your mother is saying turning to look at you with a look in your eyes you've never seen before, almost like jealousy but that made no sense why would she be jealous?
''we broke up actually'' you say with a saddened voice
''oh baby im so sorry'' Natasha faked sadness for you, she wasn't sorry, she wanted you, she was going to be your mommy again. ''but i hope there wasn't any touching'' she turns to give you condescending look, you cant reply knowing that there was, but only once.
she picked up on this giving you what you thought was a disappointed look.
for the rest of dinner Natasha practically ignored you and it broke your heart thinking she was disappointed in you.
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it was now 10pm, you, your mom and Natasha had all watched your favourite movie. You had cuddled into Natasha the whole time but she hadn't said a word to you, she hadn't even looked at you.
''imma go to bed now'' you say getting up from your spot on the sofa.
''goodnight honey, i love you'' your mom said
''goodnight mom i love you too........goodnight Natty.... i've missed you and i love you'' and for the since dinner Natasha looked at you, her eyes soft ''i love you too little one''
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you are lying in bed in your favourite pjs that Natasha had got you for your birthday a few years ago unable to sleep knowing Nat was upset with you, you couldn't sleep like this. you get up from your bed and tip toe down the hall till your reach Natasha's bed room door, debating where to knock or just to walk in, you decide on just walking in in case she is sleeping.
when you walk in you are surrounded by the sound of panting, you frow your brows ''Natty are you okay?''
''fuck'' you here her mumble and see her head pop out of under the covers, you start to laugh and Natasha's face changed from a worried one to a confused one ''what, what's funny?''
''Natty! your hairs so messy! what the hell where you doing?'' you giggle, Natasha smiles seeing that your still her innocent little girl.
''i was just thinking about you baby girl'' that was true she was thinking about you she may just have been........ touching herself at the same time
''thinking about me makes your hair crazy?'' you continue to giggle
''it makes lots of things crazy detka''
''can i come into your bed natty?'' this was her shot, in all honesty she came this week of course because she had missed you but really because she needed to touch you, to have you, it wasn't a want anymore.
''of course you can sweetheart you don't even need to ask'' with that you get in to her bed, cuddling your head into her chest. ''how did you and your girlfriend touch honey?'' she speaks after a minutes silence and you blush yet again '' was it like this?'' Natasha cups your pussy with her already wet hand that was covered in her juices.
she watches as your face scrunches up ''Natty....what- what are you-'' Natasha cuts you off ''teaching you who you belong to princess and calling me mommy'' she says pulling your pj bottoms down as you whine.
''no panties?''
'' Aggie said it was bad to wear panties''
'' well she was right baby but you still wore your pj bottoms, you should do that because if mommy thinks you need her it'll be really hard for mommy to help you'' she rasps
'' 'm sorry mommy'' you squeaked as she started to rub her fingers against your clit
'' its okay, Aggie was mean and didn't tell you that but mommy did because im nice and i want to be able to help my baby'' Natasha speeds her fingers up making you moan as she lies between your legs teasing you. ''mommy is going to show you soooo much love tonight, you have no idea how long mommys waited to have you here'' Natasha then takes her fingers of your clit to see how you'd react, she wasn't going to let this be over fast, she had waiting to long for it to end in 2 minutes.
''mommy wh- why did you stop?'' you voice shakes needing to feel her against you again.
''awww do you need mommy to make you feel better, to fix the feeling in your tummy?'' she teases as she gets up walking over to her dresser and stripping
''yes mommy please, please please fix it, it hurts. i need you mommy'' you beg relentlessly just like she imaged you would.
she was turned away from you so you couldn't see what she was doing, she open one of her drawers pulling something out and after a few seconds turning back around.
''mommy whats that?'' you ask in fear as you stare down at the two sided dildo, the smaller side already inside of her.
''its whats gonna make you fell better dove'' Natasha climbed atop the bed pulling you down by your open legs ''this is gonna hurt a little sweetheart but i promise that in a few minutes you'll feel amazing, okay?'' she was worried for you but far more excited to ruin you and make you all hers, her little baby.
she starts to slowly push the head of the strap inside of you, making you let out a scream ''honey you need to be quite for mommy'' she whispered hoping that put it in your head to be quite.
once half of the strap is inside of you Natasha starts to take it out only to then thrust the entire length into you
she watched in pride as you bite your lip to stop your scream and tears streamed out of your eyes ''such a good girl for mommy, i promise it gets better'' Natasha's voice is surprisingly soft. she starts to very slowly thrust into you, loving all the noises of your cute little whines.
''mommy can i have more please?'' you moan into her ear, how could she say no to that. Natasha starts to thrust recklessly into you “mo-mommy mhm I-“ you moan
“Gonna cum all over mommy’s cock huh?” She rasp as she feels the coil in her stomach and brings her hand down to play with your clit
“mommy it to mu-much” you whine “feel like imma explode mommy”
“it’s okay baby explode for mommy” she thrust, look down to see you squirt all over her dick “such a good little girl” Natasha hums
“mommy- to much now” you cry after your orgasm is over as Natasha continues to thrust in to you at an outrageous speed.
“mommy need to cum to honey so be a good girl and lie still and let mommy use you as her fuck toy” you whine but do as told wanting to do what Natasha asks of you
“who’s your mommy?” Her voice is lustful as she gets herself off using your body
“you” the whispers falls out of your mouth
“who own you baby? Aggie?” She growls at her own mention of the woman
“no you own me mommy”
“fuck” Natasha groans as she finally cums riding out her high and pulling out of you, then taking the other end out of herself. Natasha climbs into the bed pulling you into her arms
“you mine now baby girl and no else is going anywhere near you”
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manic-eddie · 2 years
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POV: you like to take pictures of natasha when she isn’t looking
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Santa baby
Content - age regression, mob!cg!winterwidow (but not insinuated by the story), sad!reader, mentions of Covid, Christmas, bucky dresses up as Santa, crafting, angst to insane amounts of fluff, don’t like don’t read.
Summary - Christmas Eve/day with your mommy and daddy.
Authors note - Merry Christmas my angels!, I hope you all have spectacular days and that you get all the presents and cuddles you can possibly get, reblogs are greatly appreciated, I hope you enjoy <3
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Nothing had really gone right for Christmas this year.
The pandemic ruined everything for you and your family, you had planned Christmas for a few days into the new year after everyone was over their sickness.
But that wasn’t Christmas, it would never be the same.
“Cmon sweetheart, we’ll be together” Nat cooed wiping a few escaped tears away from your cheekbones.
“But not the same” you whimpered burying your face in her chest “hey now, I know it’s not the same buttercup but at least we’ll be together” bucky whispered picking you up and lightly bouncing you in his arms.
“Promise?” “We promise baby” the two of them whispered “how about we get your mind off it hey?, do you wanna make something?” “Christmas cards?” “Okay angel we can make Christmas cards!, who do you wanna make them for” Natasha cheered excitedly grabbing some supplies from your crafting table.
“For auntie Wanda, uncle vision, uncle tony, auntie pepper, auntie carol, uncle steve, uncle Bruce-“ “okay so we wanna make them for everyone don’t we princess?” Bucky chuckled laying out the pipe cleaners and glitter glue.
“Yes!” You exclaimed giggly taking in the joy from the crafting supplies.
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By the end of the night you had fallen asleep while adding the finishing touches to your auntie Maria’s Christmas card.
“Nat” bucky whispered signalling down at you to his wife “oh sweetheart” she chuckled stroking your cheek “you put her down I’ll finish Maria’s card” she whispered gently placing a kiss to you and Buckys nose.
“Okay, cmon then little one” he sighed out gently taking you in his arms and cradling you to his body.
After walking up the large fight of stairs he opened the oak door to your bedroom and stepped inside.
Taking in your white Christmas tree he chuckled at the sight, of course that was why Natasha had been putting you too bed as of late, she’d bought you your own Christmas tree.
“Oh how could mommy resist” he smiled looking down at your sweet sleeping face.
Pulling back your duvet he gently sat lied you down cooing down at you when you stirred slightly “shh it’s okay angel go back to sleep it’s just daddy”
Placing your blue lamb underneath your right arm he placed a kiss to the top of your nose before getting up
“sweet dreams little one, I love you”
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“Natasha do I really have to do this babe?” bucky chuckled taking off his grey shirt and picking up the red costume.
“Yes you do, besides you look incredibly handsome” she laughed heartily placing a kiss to his lips “why thank you, how about now?” He said securing the long white beard against his chin.
Letting out a long wheeze she brought her hands to the side of his face “just as handsome as the day I met you”
Giving Bucky the brown bag she made sure the presents were secure before helping him drape the bag over his shoulder.
“Alright remember the plan, hang on where’s alpine?” She sighed “over there I’ll go get her” bucky said running over to the white fluffy cat.
Picking her up Natasha secured the antlers to her furry head “now alpine you remember the plan yes?” She questioned the little animal “meow” “good girl” Nat chuckled watching the two of them disappear down the staircase.
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“Sweetheart quick wake up” you heard Natasha whisper excitedly to you lightly shaking your shoulder.
“Mommy, what time is it?” You said quietly bringing your fists up to gently rub your eyes “its 4 in the morning baby, I know it’s early but I have to show you something, cmon” she said gently helping you out of bed.
Taking hold of your hand she helped the two of you walk down the large staircase always having ahold of your hand.
When you reached the bottom you saw the illuminating light from the Christmas tree lighting up the dark living room.
All of a sudden you saw a man with a bright red suit and a long white beard come from the kitchen
“Santa” you whispered.
“That’s right baby, but we have to be quiet so he doesn’t spot us okay?” “Okay mama”
Watching lightly as he slung down the brown bag off of his shoulder. Watching as he set out neatly wrapped presents underneath the tree “mama he’s eaten the biscuits” you giggled quietly poking Natasha’s arm gently.
“I can see that angel, it’s not really a surprise though is it you made them so delicious” she whispered placing a kiss to your temple.
“But the reindeer hasn’t eaten his carrot yet mama” “oh well give it time princess” Natasha smirked, just as she said that you saw a white flash dance across the living room and roll the carrot off of the place with his nose.
Letting out a gasp you turned to Natasha “that’s a tiny reindeer mama” “it is a tiny reindeer baby girl” she chuckled.
After the presents were all set up you watched as he gathered up his bag and picked up the “baby reindeer”
Turning around he smiled underneath his beard and lightly waved at you before walking back through to the kitchen.
“Okay baby time for bed” Natasha whispered walking you back up the staircase and towards your room “mama Santa’s handsome” you giggled kicking your legs slightly “he is isn’t he angel” your mommy chuckled.
“He looks a bit like daddy doesn’t he?” You whispered playing with the ear of your lamb “he does a bit” she smiled kissing your forehead.
“Okay sweetie get some sleep” she mumbled stroking your head watching your eyes fall gently.
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“Little one, time to wake up” Bucky whispered gently stroking your cheek with his vibranium hand.
When you came to there were snowy footprints on your bamboo floorboards and a long string of ribbon that had been tied to your bedpost and out through the doorway.
“Daddy daddy it’s Christmas!” You cheered excitedly leaping up from your bed and into his arms “it sure is my love” he chuckled placing your soft toy under your arm and making his way out of your bedroom.
“What do you think this ribbons for doll?” He questioned pointing out the gold fabric as he made his way down the stairs.
“I dunno dada” you said in a sing song like voice making his smile warmly at you.
“Good morning my darling” Natasha called out happily stepping over presents and reaching out to lift you from Buckys arms into her own.
“Morning mama” you giggled kicking your feet lightly “did you tell daddy about who we saw last night?” She asked curiously hoping you hadn’t thought it was a dream.
“Oh yeah! Daddy we saw Santa!” You shrieked grinning widely at the two of them “you saw Santa?” He gasped “yeah and a baby reindeer” you giggled remembering the small animal.
“Are they always white when they’re born daddy?” “Umm yes sweetheart” Bucky answered watching Nat contain her laughter at your adorable question.
“Your so lucky that you got to see Santa little one, not many people can say that they have” he said softly looking at your happy little face.
“I know dada I’m so lucky” you smiled climbing up on the sofa next to them.
After a few minutes of cuddles and soft whispering you decided to ask them your favourite question on Christmas.
“Mama, dada?” “Yes little angel?”
“Present time?” You asked innocently looking in between the two of them making them laugh heartily.
“Yes sweetheart presents now, go grab them then” Natasha said gently kissing your temple.
You were such a lucky girl.
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haleyhunwritess · 1 year
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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.
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katethewriter · 1 year
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Just a Typical Morning
from the 25/8 series
Summary: Natasha and Wanda attempt to wrangle their 8 kids in the morning before school/work.
Pairing: Wanda x Natasha, mother!wandanat x daughter!reader
Words: 5k~
Warnings: civillian!AU, pregnant!WandaNat(briefly), angsty Natasha(briefly), childhood asthma, a lot of kids, I mean A LOT of kids, poorly proofread, I think that's it, pretty fluffy
A/N: I have gotten a bunch of asks about this one lately, so here you go! While yes, WandaNat have 8 children, the story is still pretty centered on reader and her relationship with her moms. Also, I am in no ways an expert when it comes to asthma. I have had several experiences with childhood asthma with kids I have nanny'd or friends. I am working with that knowledge. If I have things wrong, please send me a message to educate me!!!
If you’d like a little more background info, you can read about each family member in Meet the Fam!
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Natasha groans in agitation, awoken by the blaring of an alarm. She reaches behind her to hit snooze on the offending machine before rolling back into her previous position, wrapped around her wife.
Wanda sighs. She pulls Natasha’s arms around her tighter, but her wife has other ideas. Natasha trails kisses from her shoulder up her neck until she is nibbling on her ear. Her hands go on a journey of their own, returning to all of the places they had been merely hours ago.
“What do you think you are doing?” Wanda asks playfully. “I’m sorry was last night not enough for you?”
Natasha chuckles, but never sways her attention from the body against hers.
When a hand dips below her sleep shorts, Wanda rolls to face her wife. “Watch it, Romanoff,” she smirks against the red head’s lips.
Natasha grabs her lips with her own. Pulling away she returns her wife’s smirk, “its Maximoff-Romanoff.”
“Well, Maximoff-Romanoff,” Wanda swats at Natasha’s hands that have found their way to her ass, “there’s no way we have time for activities and for both of us to shower before we have to get the army moving.”
The redhead relents, pulling the brunette fully into her arms. Wanda nestles against Natasha and releases an exhausted sigh, despite having just woken up.
“You ok?”
Wanda shrugs.
“Thinking about the interviews?”
“Yeah, they rescheduled three and tacked them onto the end of today’s schedule. Who knows how long we’re gonna be there tonight,” Wanda releases a long sigh, sinking deeper into her wife.
Natasha runs her hands up and down Wanda’s back gently, “I can help you relax. Let me take care of you.”
“As much as I would love that, we don’t have time,” the brunette parrots her earlier statement.
“Come on,” Natasha gets out of bed, grabbing the other woman’s hand to coax her to follow, “take a shower with me. You know how good I am at multitasking.” She raises a suggestive eyebrow.
Wanda can only giggle while she allows herself to be led into the adjoining bathroom.
After a very satisfying shower, getting dressed and a speedy light makeup application, Wanda exits the bedroom to begin the day, starting with waking the little humans.
Walking through the living room, Wanda stops to knock on the door to the basement. She opens it to call down the stairs, “Y/n, time to get moving. Breakfast in an hour.” She continues on her mission, traveling upstairs next.
“Good morning, everyone,” the mother knocks on each door calling for those inside. “Boys, time to wake up. Lena, you too.”
She makes her way into the last room, lightly tapping on the door.  “Good morning, princess,” she makes her way over to the toddler’s bed and sits on the edge. “Anastasia,” she sings lightly, gently rubbing the girl’s tiny back to rouse her, “time to wake up, my love.”
The three year old rolls over and sleepily peers up at her, “mommy?”
Wanda smiles and places a kiss to the girl’s forehead, “good morning, my sweet girl. Come on, lets get you ready for daycare.” She pulls away the covers and lifts the child out of bed. The mother changes her into the outfit she laid out last night. After some quick pigtails, Wanda settles the girl on her hip for the trip downstairs.
When she steps outside the toddler’s bedroom, Wanda is confronted by one of her younger twins.
“How come you bang on our door to wake us up, but she gets whispers and hugs,” Tommy asks, tooth brush in hand, but still in his pajamas.
The mother can’t help but chuckle, “well when you were 3, I woke you up with whispers too, but then you outgrew that and slept through the whispering.” She ruffles his hair then pulls him into a side hug, “you can still get hugs though.”
The boy manages to squirm out of the hug and turn back to the bathroom. “Nooo mom! You messed up my hair,” the 7 year old grumbles.
“Sorry,” Wanda chuckles bouncing the girl on her hip. “Everybody get moving. Breakfast in 45 minutes ok?” She waits for the array of ‘ok’, ‘yes mam’, ‘already on it’. After she is confident everyone is in fact working on it, she treks back downstairs to start breakfast.
She sits the still sleepy toddler on the couch with a sippy cup of milk to watch some cartoons while she makes breakfast. As she scrambles some eggs and gets some biscuits in the oven, the entire house comes to life around her.
This is one part of her life that Wanda wouldn’t change for the world. With her family moving around her, interacting and joking with each other, even when she has to break up some bickering, she loves her children with everything she has and can’t really figure out what she did to deserve them.
“Boys,” she calls in a warning tone, “Billy, you better not be finishing your brother’s homework.” The 2 boys look up from the table guiltily. “Pack up your backpacks. If it didn’t get done last night, then it’s not getting done.”
A look of fear covers Tommy’s features, “but I’ll get in trouble!”
Wanda turns to face her son, “I’m sorry, but you should have thought about that last night. There are consequences to your actions buddy. Next time, you’ll do all of your homework the night before and before you pick up a video game.”
The boy hangs his head in defeat, sulking while he gathers his books into his bag.
“Then, go pack your bag for track practice, too.”
Lena walks into the kitchen carrying a very worn pair of pointe shoes and her dance bag, “mom I need new pointe shoes. These are almost worse than my back up pair.”
The mother turns to look at her oldest daughter and the pair of shoes she presents to her. She nods, “we can go Saturday after the swim meet. Do you think they can last the rest of the week?”
The teen nods, tucking the shoes away in her bag.
“Good. Now, are you ready for school?” the mother asks.
“Yes mam,” Lena sets her bag to the side and looks back to her mother.
Wanda smiles, “perfect, could you help me cut up some fruit for breakfast?” The teen happily nods, pulling out the cutting board and whichever fruit her mother instructs her to grab.
Natasha and Alex walk into the kitchen one after the other. They’re laughing about something, most likely something that Alex said.
“Alright jokester, grab some plates and set the table for everybody please,” the redhead pats him on the back. She kisses her wife’s cheek on the way to pour herself a cup of much needed coffee.
While the liquid slips from the coffee pot to the mug, Wanda’s eyes rake up and down her body. She’s seen Natasha in her uniform practically everyday for the past 20 years, but the sight still does something to make her knees weak. Even despite this morning’s activities.
The brunette pulls the other woman close to her, “good morning officer.”
“Good morning to you,” Natasha smirks and leans in for a kiss. A kiss that is cut short-
“Gross, can you guys not please?” PJ groans as he enters the kitchen.
The two mothers break the kiss and laugh together. “Go help your brother set the table,” Wanda points her head in the direction of the table.
The chef turns to plate the food, while the officer calls for their youngest.
“Anastasia, guess what time it is,” Natasha prepares a small glass of water while she waits, although she doesn’t have to wait long.
“Puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff,” the toddler repeats with each quick little step she takes.
The officer picks her up and sits her on the counter, “that’s right. It’s puff puff time.” Natasha slides the basket containing all of the materials closer.  She picks up the preventative puffer and removes the cap, “step one: shake, shake, shake, shake.” She shakes the puffer while the toddler giggles and shakes her shoulders.
Of course, the mothers would much rather their daughter did not have asthma. However, they are prepared, willing and dedicated to do everything possible to help her control the condition and live as a typical 3-year-old. That includes breathing treatments that are not typically labeled as fun, but they do whatever they can to make it as enjoyable for Anastasia as possible.
“Alright, last shakes,” the redhead lets the girl shake a few more times while she attaches the puffer to the spacer, “next-“
“Mask!” Anastasia says happily.
Natasha holds the mask flush to the girl’s face, “and now…”
“…puff,” they say at the same time.
Natasha squeezes the canister releasing the medicine into the spacer, which bleeds into the mask. “Deep breaths,” she says as she exaggerates her breathing as an example for her daughter, “one deep breath, two deep breaths, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten. Good girl one more time, are you ready?”
Anastasia nods, and Natasha squeezes the canister again. The mother counts as her daughter takes deep breaths as instructed.
“… eight, nine, ten. Very good girl,” Natasha removes the mask from her face and sets it to the side. She grabs the glass of water set off to the side, “here, water.” The girl takes a swig into her mouth, and her mother instructs, “swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, spit!”
Anastasia leans over the cup to spit it in without spilling. Natasha sets the cup in the sink and lifts the girl off the counter, “all done!” She sets the toddler back on her feet.
The officer spots her oldest daughter walk out of the kitchen to place a plate of cut fruit on the table. Leaning down to Anastasia’s level, she whispers, “I bet if you ask nicely, Lena will help you get into your booster seat.”
The young girl happily skips out of the kitchen after her older sister.
Natasha smiles at her little crew all moving around the kitchen/dining area. She notices a couple are missing and turns to go searching.
First, she checks the back porch and finds one of the two in question. She steps out onto the porch to join him, “good morning, Max.”
The twelve-year-old turns with a grin, “morning Mama!”
“All done watering, buddy?”
“Yes mam… Hey, come check this out!” he excitedly waves her over to the garden him and Wanda have been working on for the past few months. “I got a bud!” he points.
Natasha walks closer to take a look, “that’s awesome, buddy!” She wraps an arm around her son’s shoulder. “Ready to come in? I think breakfast is almost done. Plus you should go tell Mom about the bud!”
“Ok,” he smiles, setting the squirt bottle back in its place and running inside. His mother follows, but instead of heading to the kitchen, she turns the opposite direction in search of one more straggler.
Wanda turns with a large plate of eggs in one hand and a plate of biscuits in the other. “Breakfast is ready!” she calls through the house. Setting the plates on the table, she has to swat the hands of her oldest boys away from the plate of biscuits, “only one each, until everyone gets one.”
As she is making Anastasia’s plate, she looks around the table for a headcount. Including the toddler, she counts four already sitting around the table. She looks up as the little twins are making their way to their seats.
 ‘One, two, three, four, five, six…’ Wanda counts in her head, ‘six?’
Max comes bounding into the room, “Mom, I found a bud on the tomato plant!”
‘Seven.’
“That’s great, Max!” she loves that she has a buddy in her gardening endeavor, and for her, his pure excitement is better than any fruit they would yield. He takes his seat, and Wanda takes a look around the room to find who is missing.
The last empty chair, beside Natasha’s, tells her exactly who she is missing.
“I’ll be right back. Y’all start eating,” Wanda makes her way out of the room, looking over her shoulder to add, “Lena’s in charge.”
The mother makes her way through the house to the living room. She tilts her head when she finds her wife standing at the basement door with her ear pressed into the narrow gap between the door and the frame.
“What are you doing?” she asks amused.
Natasha pulls a finger up to her lips, “shhhh.” She motions for Wanda to come closer. “She’s practicing,” she whispers and pulls her wife to listen for herself.
The brunette leans her ear towards the cracked door as well and can’t help but smile. The most beautiful music floats up the steps. Her daughter’s skill and talent still amaze her.
They both listen to Y/n play for another minute, before they know they have to interrupt if they want everyone to be on time today. They both quietly make their way down the stairs as the music continues.
Y/n is so focused on playing the piece, perfecting it, that she doesn’t even notice her mothers have entered the room until one of them clears their throat.
The music ends abruptly as the teen looks up guiltily, “sorry.” She cracks the small smile that she knows will have them break, “good morning?”
Natasha and Wanda laugh. “Good morning,” they say in unison.
The officer checks the outfit Y/n has on and is satisfied that she is at least dressed for the day. “Are you ready for school?”
Her daughter nods, “my homework is all done, my backpack is packed. I just have to pack this up too.” She holds up the violin in her hand.
“Thank you for being ready,” Wanda nods, “but now you need to eat breakfast.”
“I already ate,” the teen counters.
Wanda raises an eyebrow, “I’ve been in the kitchen all morning, and I’m pretty sure I never saw you…”
Y/n blushes and smiles guiltily again, “I woke up earlier than you this morning. I was in the kitchen while you were upstairs.”
Wanda squints her eyes trying to detect if the girl is lying, but she can tell she is not.
Natasha chuckles and shakes her head. Making eye contact with her wife, she shrugs, “Secret Agent.”
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Wanda stops, leaning on the counter to take a deep breath. She tries to just breathe until the nausea passes. She’s barely 8 weeks along in her pregnancy, and the morning sickness is so much worse than it was with the twins.
“Come on kiddo, work with me,” she whispers placing a hand over her stomach.
The twins are finally down for a nap, and Wanda needs to use every available moment to tidy around the house. Natasha should be back from her doctor’s appointment soon, and she wants to have at least the kitchen finished by then.
Her wife actually should have been home a while ago. Every minute that ticks by gathers more worry in her stomach, so she cleans to keep her hands busy and her mind distracted.
With another deep breath, she continues wiping down the counters. While she does so, all kinds of scenarios run through Wanda’s head of what the doctor could have or could be telling to her wife.
The officer was forced more or less to go to the doctor by the chief. She’s repeatedly called in sick over the past couple months, and before she can go back to full active duty, she has to be cleared by a doctor.
Wanda moves on to washing bottles, checking the baby monitor every now and again.
The bottles are clean and drying on the rack when the door to the garage opens and closes. Wanda turns to greet her wife who stands stiffly just inside the kitchen entrance.
“Hi love,” the brunette smiles, drying her hands. “Did they clear you for active duty?”
The red head shakes her head no. She keeps her eyes low, unable to look at her wife.
Wanda’s shoulders drop. She knows that her wife was very much hoping to be cleared. “Well, what did they say?”
Natasha doesn’t answer, looking at the ground intently. Her hands fiddle nervously with a small piece of paper she carried in.
“Baby, what did they say?”
Silence stretches between them, and its eating Wanda alive.
The younger woman crosses the room taking her wife’s face into her hands, lifting it so they are looking in each other’s eyes. The glossy redness of the red head’s eyes ignites a further panic in her.
“Natasha, you’re scaring me. What is it?”
She doesn’t speak. She only looks down to the paper in her hands and raises it to display to her wife.
Wanda follows Natasha’s gaze down to her hands. She gasps and swears her heart stopped beating. Her mind is running away without her as she tries to comprehend what she is looking at.
It’s an ultrasound image of an unborn baby. A baby who looks pretty far along.
Wanda can clearly find the head, a torso of sorts, what looks to be the start of some arms and legs. There’s still a lot of development to happen, but this baby is much farther along than the one Wanda has inside of her. This baby is about the size Natasha’s would have been.
Wanda looks up; her eyes wide and dazed in shock, “this is from today?”
Natasha nods.
“…of you?”
She nods again.
The brunette stares back down to the image, “…but all of the tests…”
“False negatives,” the redhead speaks for the first time since she walked in the door.
“… and your period?” the younger woman takes the sonogram from her to examine closer.
“Spotting that is apparently very common.”
Wanda can’t take her eyes off the image, “how far along?”
“15 weeks,” Natasha holds her breath waiting for a response, but she gets none. The quiet is too much in her anxious state.
They had been trying for their third child for months, and this time Natasha wanted to carry the child.
The first attempt ended in tears when the red head got her period and the tests came back negative. It was hard for them both, but it was almost nothing compared to the second try a month later.  
After the implantation, her period was late. She even got a positive test. They were so happy, ecstatic even, until it was all ripped away a week later.
Natasha began bleeding and every test after that was negative. They were both devastated beyond belief, Natasha most of all.
It was decided Wanda would try next, and she became pregnant after the first try.
They had believed both of Natasha’s attempts had failed. However, if Natasha is already 15 weeks along, the first attempt had to of been successful.
Now here they are both pregnant. That wasn’t the plan, and it had Natasha wallowing in worry of what her wife would think of the news.
“Please say something,” she begs.
Wanda doesn’t answer her directly, instead she drops to one knee and smiles happily, eye level with her wife’s stomach.
“You sneaky little thing,” she giddily addresses the very tiny human tucked away inside Natasha. “You’re gonna keep us on our toes, aren’t you?”
She presses a kiss to her wife’s stomach before standing to cup her cheeks and bring her in for a joyful kiss. She pulls away with a grin, “what else did they say?”
Natasha answers shakily, “that she’s due in y/b/m.”
Wanda melts instantly, “she? It’s a girl?” She couldn’t wipe the smile off of her face if she wanted to. That is until she sees that Natasha doesn’t seem to share in her joy, “what’s wrong? She’s healthy right?” She searches her wife’s eyes for an answer, “Is she ok? Are you ok?”
“We’re fine, we’re ok,” the redhead cuts off her wife’s worry spiral, “…its just… you’re ok… with this?”
“Ok?” Wanda asks incredulously, “what do you mean? Natasha, we mourned this baby. We grieved for her twice, and she came back to us. I am so much more than ok.” She strokes Natasha’s cheek and still finds hesitation, “what is it, love?”
The red head opens her mouth but struggles to find words, “…you’re pregnant, and I’m pregnant. We’re gonna have two babies.”
Wanda chuckles, “we have two babies. We’re about to have four. They’re gonna be only a couple months apart. They might as well be twins, and I think we handled that pretty well the last time, if I do say so myself.”
“Yeah, we did,” Natasha smiles. Her worry is beginning to morph into relief and joy. “… but we can’t both be on maternity leave. What are we gonna do?”
The brunette shushes her softly, “hey, it’ll be ok. You can work desk duty for as long as you can. If we need to pull from savings, we will. Plus, we still have the restaurant, and its doing well. We’ll make it work like we always do.” She pulls her wife into her arms.
Natasha returns the hug, holding Wanda as close as possible. She wonders how long they will be able to do this before baby bumps make it impossible. Bumps… plural. It sounds surreal.
Wanda pulls back to kiss her soundly. “Now, can we put aside the worry, and just celebrate this precious girl?”
Her wife grins and nods.
“Thank you,” she presses her forehead to Natasha’s, “and thank you for this gift.” She kneels again and slides a hand across her wife’s stomach, “even if you did hide her in there for almost 4 months.”
The red head laughs, “I hid nothing! All of the hiding was done by her, like she’s training to be a little secret agent.”
The pair share a content smile, then Wanda looks back to Natasha’s stomach.
“Our secret agent.”
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Amused, Wanda rolls her eyes, “well little miss Secret Agent, you still have to sit at the table while we discuss the game plan for the day.”
After Y/n packs her violin back in its case, the brunette throws an arm around her daughter’s shoulder and walks her upstairs with Natasha following close behind.
When the three of them enter the dining room, the majority of the food is already claimed or eaten.
“I made them save some for you, Y/n,” Max says happily.
The mothers sit in the chairs in faux offense. “… and what about us?” Natasha asks playfully.
He blushes and looks at them sheepishly, “you too, moms.” They both send him a playful wink.
Y/n takes her spot between PJ and Anastasia. “Thanks bud, but I ate breakfast early today,” she smiles to her little brother.
“So, time for the game plan,” Wanda announces from her seat on the other side of Anastasia. “I’m working a bit later tonight than normal, so that will mix things up a little bit. Lena, Aunt Pepper is going to pick you up from school and take you to ballet with Morgan and drop you off at home after.”
The teen nods in between bites of her breakfast.
Natasha looks across the table, “P, no soccer today, right?”
“Nope, coach is on vacation, so we have the rest of the week off.”
“Ok, we need you to pick up Max from the middle school, then drop him and Alex off at swim practice. Those are your first marching orders,” she chuckles when he gives her a little salute. “Second, you need to go to the grade school to pick up the little twins.”
She then turns to the twin boys, “Billy, after chess club, wait for Tommy to finish track practice. He shouldn’t finish much after you. PJ should be there by the time you finish.”  
Wanda eats the last few bites off her plate, then continues the plan for the afternoon. “Mama will get Anastasia from daycare, then pick up Alex and Max. Y/n, think you can walk to your lesson after school?”
Y/n looks up with a furrowed brow.
It isn’t a bad walk. Her coach lives in the neighborhood right next to the high school. It takes 15, max 20 minutes to walk there. The weather is supposed to be great all day long.
So why is she looking at her mothers like they’ve forgotten something?
The girl releases a breath and nods, deciding not to say anything.
“Alright, then we just need someone to pick her up after,” Wanda looks between the big twins, “you should both be home by then. I don’t care who, you can decide amongst yourselves.”
“I’ll do it,” Lena volunteers. She knows the second her brother gets home, 9 times out of 10, he starts some video game and doesn’t stop until moms make him.
“Thank you Lena,” Natasha smiles proudly.
Wanda looks around the table, “questions?”
Alex raises his hand slowly, “where do babies come from?”
PJ nearly spits out his water from laughing. The older children are either trying to hold in their laughter or staring at him in shock. The three youngest turn to their mothers with expressions of genuine curiosity.
Wanda squints her eyes in her son’s direction, “any real questions?”
“Mommy, where do babies come from?” the question is repeated in the innocent voice of her three year old.
Natasha steps in, picking up the toddler from her booster seat, “we will talk about that when you are bigger.” She sets the girl on her hip wiping her face with a napkin. She turns back to the table and addresses the rest of her family, “alright team, lets go. Everyone put their dishes in the dishwasher and help clean up the rest. Grab your backpacks and bags, and get to the door. I want everyone in a car in 15 minutes. Ok?”
A chorus of “ok” and “yes mam” bounces off the walls, and they all get moving to do as they were told.
She sets the toddler down to run and grab her daycare bag. She gathers Anastasia’s and her own dishes to take care of.
Wanda checks Ana’s daycare bag one last time, before sending the girl out to her car with Max. “You two wait for me by the car. I’ll be right there.”
The morning carpool arrangement is a delicate balance. Wanda takes Anastasia to daycare and Max to the middle school because they are both closer to her campus. Natasha can easily drop off the little twins at the grade school on her way to the station. While the four big kids pile into a car and drive themselves to the high school.
“It’s my turn.”
Wanda can hear footsteps along with the bickering of her oldest children approaching from behind.
“No, its not,” PJ counters, “I have the keys, so I’m driving.”
Their mother turns to face them, quickly plucking the car keys from her son’s hand. She holds them up for them both to see.
She looks to PJ, “did you finish all of your homework?”
“Of course.”
Wanda turns to Lena, “ballet bag?” The girl holds up the bag as a confirmation. “Good,” her mother nods and then looks between the two of them. “Now, who drove yesterday?”
Their reactions are simultaneous, almost like they are twins or something. Lena points to her brother while he shakes his head and tries to playfully smile his way out of this one.
“Well then,” Wanda hands the keys to her daughter, “be safe, no texting while you’re driving. Do you hear me?”
Lena smirks victoriously in her brother’s direction. “Yes mam,” she takes the keys and starts walking out of the house.
“Sorry bud,” Wanda pats PJ on the cheek before nudging him towards the door. “Have a good day, I love you,” she calls to them both, and they repeat it back to her, ‘love you too, 25/8.’
Natasha then approaches the door with the little twins hot on her trail.
“Can we ride with the blue lights?” Billy asks excitedly.
She stops in front of her wife, but continues to look to the boys, “you two ask me every morning, and what is the answer every morning?”
They both fold their hands together and put on their best pout faces. “Pleeeaaassse,” they beg in unison.
The officer tries to stand her ground, but their cuteness cracks her resolve. She smiles, “fine, but you get 20 seconds in the driveway before we leave.”
The boys jump in victory, bounding out the front door without another look back.
“I love you too,” Wanda playfully calls after them.
“Well, I love you,” Natasha pulls her wife close and leans in to press their lips together.
“Gross,” a voice sounds from behind them.
They chuckle at their second interrupted kiss for the morning. In the direction of the voice, they see Alex at the bottom of the stairs carrying his backpack and swim bag. Y/n comes in from the living room, and they both make their way to the door.
“Everything in your swim bag?” Natasha asks Alex as he passes.
“Everything,” he taps the duffel hanging from his shoulder. Y/n is right behind him.
Wanda asks, “Y/n baby, you have your violin?”
The girl holds up the case, but before she can say anything, her brother is chiming in.
“Of course, she has the violin,” he smirks in the doorway, “its surgically attached to her arm.”
Y/n rolls her eyes and pushes him through the doorframe, “ha, ha, ha, everybody’s got jokes.” She throws a “bye moms” over her shoulder.
“We love you,” Natasha and Wanda both say at the same time.
Both teens stop and turn in unison, “25/8.”
The mothers smile and nod, “25/8.”
“Now where were we?” the officer turns back to her wife.
Wanda leans in, “I think it was a little like this.” Their lips meet in the middle, and they savor the short moment as long as they can.  When they break the kiss, they rest their foreheads together. “Please be safe,” the brunette asks quietly.
It’s a dangerous job. One that keeps Wanda constantly dreading that call.
“I will,” Natasha reassures her with a stroke of her cheek, “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
They share one more, quick kiss, before they depart, going separate ways to officially begin the day.
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A/N: thank you so much for reading! I really hope you enjoy! ❤️ let me know what you think!
Much love -k❤️
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daddynattt · 1 year
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Hey thank you for answering my question. I was thinking of a mommy!natasha x little reader fic based on the time Nat was in hiding in Norway? Reader is obviously her baby so she went with her. Just some cute moments of them watching movies, falling asleep together, doing some activities etc during that time if you could write that? Also I’d love if reader called Nat ‘mama’ too instead of just mommy. Thanks so much :)
Sorry it’s a bit short, this is my first time writing little reader. Hopefully it’s okay & I hope you enjoy some fluffy Mommy Nat.
Precious Little Angel
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Summary: You and your mommy spend some quality time together.
Pairings: Mommy!Natasha x Little!Reader
Warnings: None just fluff.
Word Count: 0.8k
“Mama? Are we there yet?” your eyes were droopy and your mind fuzzy as you and your mommy were traveling all day. You didn’t know where the two of you were going but all you wanted to do was snuggle with her in bed and fall asleep in her arms. 
“Yes my precious little angel, we’re here” she picks you up in her arms when you do grabby hands at her, walking towards a trailer, while placing her hand on the weapon behind her back in case there was a threat inside. Your arms wrap around her as you nuzzle your face into the crook of her neck, her scent and warmth calming you down. The two of you walk further into the trailer and into the bedroom.
“You’re in my bed” your eyebrows furrow as you raise your head and look at the man getting up from the bed. 
“Mama! It’s our bed silly” she lets out a laugh as she places you down on it.
“You’re absolutely right sweetheart. Stay here for a moment and i’ll be right back” she kisses your forehead and leaves you in the room as she walks away with the mysterious man you’ve never seen before. You grab your stuffies from the bag your Mommy brought and get under the covers as you wait for her to return, cuddling them to your chest. As your eyes flutter closed after laying there for a moment, your Mommy lays down next to you and pulls you into her strong, protective arms. 
“Mama” you snuggle closer to her, your head laying on her chest, her heartbeat bringing you comfort. 
“I’m here little dove, Mommy’s got you” her hand traces small patterns on your back, and you snuggle closer into her if that’s even possible. 
“Sweetie, you’re already so close, I don’t think you can get any closer” you huff as you look up at her. 
“Wanna snuggle Mama” you pout as you give her your best puppy dog eyes. She smiles and places a kiss on your forehead. 
“Mama will give you all the snuggles my love, how about we put on a movie and watch it while we eat some snacks?” you nod your head excitedly as you sit up on the bed so she can get everything sorted.
“We can watch Toy Story Mama?” you bounce up and down on the bed excitedly, a big smile growing on her face when she sees the adorable look you give her.
“Of course bubs, anything for my little Angel” she grabs her laptop and some snacks that she brought and sets everything up on the bed, allowing you to snuggle into her as she holds you close. The two of you watch the movie but your eyes flutter closed as you slowly fall asleep against your Mommy’s chest, little snores coming out of your mouth, her warmth and protective hold lulling you into a peaceful slumber.
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“Honey? It’s time to wake up.” you slowly wake up as your hear your mommy’s voice in your ear, rubbing your eyes as you look at her.
“Morning Mommy” you snuggle into her as you slowly wake up. 
“Good morning baby, you’ve been sleeping so much. How about we wake up and make some breakfast and color in your coloring book. How does that sound?” you squeal as you scramble out of the bed.
“Yes! Can we make pancakes?!” she chuckles as she scoops you up in her arms and tickles you.
“Mommy! S-stop!” you giggle uncontrollably and squirm out of her arms. She lets you go as she makes her way to the kitchen to start making you your pancakes.
“Would you like to help Mommy make your pancakes?” you nod your head excitedly as you grab the chair and move it towards the counter. 
“Yes! Can I mix it please?” she laughs as she starts the batter and let’s you stir it afterwards. Once you are done, and she wipes the mess off your hands, she starts cooking the pancakes and looks down at you. 
“Why don’t you go and grab your book and crayons so we can color after we eat breakfast?” you hurry and grab it from the bedroom, placing it down on table. Once she’s done she puts the pancakes on a plate for you both with some syrup.
“You want orange juice or chocolate milk?” 
“Hmm, choccy milk please” she pours you a cup of chocolate milk and the two of you eat your breakfast. Once you are both finished she washes the dishes and the two of you color in your coloring book together. Once you get tired of coloring, you clean up around you and put away your book and crayons and tug on your Mommy’s shirt as you make your way back to her.
“Up Mama!” she smiles and lifts you up into her lap as she holds you close. 
“Thank you for being such a sweet little Angel and cleaning up and putting away your book and crayons. You are such a smart little cookie” she boops your nose and you giggle.
“I love you sweetheart, you’ll always be Mommy’s precious little dove” you smile as you snuggle into her chest. 
“I love you more Mama” 
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juno-verse · 2 years
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A Little Competition
MINORS DNI, 🔞
Summary: You and Natasha always had a competition. Who can get out of restraints the fastest? Whoever wins, gets to do whatever they want to the loser. A simple date? Sure. Cuddles? Sure. Ride them? Yes, please.
But this time, you try to make Natasha beg. The redhead is not going to lose that easily.
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Based on this tiktok
Word count: ~2200
Warnings: bondage, mommy kink!nat, domming from the bottom if that makes sense, dom/sub, strap (r receiving), face-sitting (r receiving), brief mentions of weight insecurity
Let me know if I missed anything. Comments are highly appreciated, I want to know what you think.
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You had a little competition with Natasha. The rules were: whoever gets out of being tied the fastest wins, any materials could be used as restraints, and you can get out in any way you can. Be it Swiss knives, chewing your way out, or even using your surroundings. You’ve used zip ties, regular rope, cables, and even silk ties.
It started playfully at first. Whoever loses buys dinner for the night, or buys the winner whatever they want.
Until it wasn't.
You mentioned it as a joke, you said you would sit on her face if she won. This was something you hadn't done in fear of choking her or being too heavy for her. But the redhead had joked multiple times, scarily enough, that at least she’d die in between your thighs. But she also reassured you, that you had nothing to worry about, and she would love to worship you in every way you allow her to.
However, it wasn't a joke to the assassin. She took it to heart and may have gotten out of the ropes in record time. It was the fastest you ever saw her.
“Well? Are you sitting or not? Otherwise, I’m gonna think you're backing out on me, pretty girl.”
“Am I not heavy?” You asked, and the redhead only answered by dragging you down onto her tongue, letting you rest your entire weight on her.
She didn't let you get off until you came three times on her face. At some point, you think you were begging for her to stop. But she had her arms wrapped around your thighs and when you tried lifting your hips, her grip tightened, “Stop moving, baby. You’re giving me a hard time. I’m trying to enjoy my prize here.” The whole time, Natasha kept her eyes on you. Looking up at you in adoration while a few praises came out of her mouth when she sees how you grind on her tongue. “That’s right, pretty girl. Use mommy for your pleasure.”
You moaned her name again and again. A jumbled mix of ‘please,’ ‘mommy,’ and profanities spilling out of your mouth. By the time she had her fill, you had tear-stained cheeks and swollen lips from biting it too much. But Natasha had the sweetest aftercare, she was ready with a wet cloth to clean your thighs. A bubble bath that she joined in and a glass of cold water before soothing you to sleep.
Needless to say, your thighs were hurting in the morning, and your throat was too sore to speak properly. Wobbling as soon as you stood up, the other Avengers looked at you oddly when you walked, while Natasha only sported a smug grin. “Do we wanna know?” Wanda asked the two of you – she didn’t even want to take a look inside your minds. You only shook your head in embarrassment.
“Ashamed of me, detka?” The assassin teased you, and you shook your head even faster, red as a tomato. “You’re gonna lose your head like that, my love. Come on, let’s get breakfast. You must be famished after last night, hm?” Natasha grinned as she led the both of you inside the kitchen – the band of heroes groaning in disgust and embarrassment, not wanting to hear any more about your sex life.
The next time it happened, you were determined to win. Because you had something in mind for your girlfriend. But it was a bit tough since this time, your ankles were tied together and your hands were tied behind your back. Right before you counted down, the assassin asked what you wanted if you won. The both of you sat down on the floor of your shared bedroom with the ropes ready by your side.
“You go first.” You croaked, still feeling some effects from moaning too much. “Hm, I want to go on a date. But you have a toy inside you, while I have the controller.” Natasha smiled as if provocative words weren’t coming out of her mouth. “What about you, Y/N?”
“I’m going to ride your strap.” Natasha’s eyes darkened, it was another thing you haven’t done. Like sitting on her face, you feared you would be too heavy. But after sitting on her face, your confidence was boosted seeing as how much Natasha enjoyed having you on top of her. “But I have a condition – which I won’t tell you for now.” You smiled innocently, and Natasha eyed that smile of yours. Knowing you well enough that you’re up to no good.
The both of you also had an unspoken rule – no going easy on each other. If one of you noticed that the other was going easy, the competition is void for the time being.
Both of you were bound by ropes as you stared down at one another—not in challenge, but excitement. Natasha started a countdown from her phone and as soon as it rang the both of you leaped into action.
You were trained as much as Natasha was, and you learned tricks from each other. Now, you're just wondering which one she was gonna use. You focused on the ropes around your wrists first, since untying them would make it easier for you to untie the ones around your ankles.
Beads of sweat were forming on your forehead, and grunts echoed through the room as you and Natasha seemingly had the same plan. You grunted as you jumped to straighten yourself up and balance yourself. “The sounds you're making are unfair, detka.” The redhead grumbled as she worked through the ties on her wrists with the metal part of a belt that she found on the floor. Courtesy of the last few nights, you suppose.
You laughed as you started hopping towards the bedside table to make use of a screw that went loose. “You look cute hopping.” Natasha tried to distract you as she was halfway through the rope around her wrists. “You know, baby, if I win, I would be hopping on something else.” You winked as you used the screw to cut through the rope.
Natasha groaned as the image flashed through her mind, momentarily distracting her enough that you were able to cut through the ropes first. As soon as you did, it was easy for you to untie the knot around your ankles. You cheered and stood up straight with a proud smile on your face.
“Good job, baby. Now, wanna help me out?” Natasha gestured to the half-cut rope on her wrists.
“No, mommy. I’ll need it.” You smiled as you undid the ropes around her ankles and helped her up. Natasha’s brow shot up at the use of her title reserved for special occasions, “Oh? What do you have in mind, pretty girl?”
You dragged a chair to the middle of the bedroom and walked away to look for your favorite strap-on. It was the one that was double-sided. You knelt before Natasha as you undid her jeans and helped her out of them as her wrists remained tied behind her back. As you guided the other part in her, a tiny moan slipped out of her mouth. You adjusted the straps around her waist before standing up and pushing her down the chair.
One last thing you needed was a blindfold. When Natasha saw it, she made sure to let you know her dismay in not seeing you finally riding her. With a loud huff, Natasha asked, “This is unfair, baby. What are you making me do?”
“I was wondering…” You wrapped the blindfold around her eyes and tied it. “...Will mommy beg?” You whispered in her ear as you sat on her lap, slowly grinding your core on her exposed thigh. Natasha simply tsked, knowing full well this is what you wanted as a prize but a part of her hated how you were grinding on her lap without her permission and even more so, you were making her beg.
Filthy whimpers left your mouth, and Natasha wanted to catch every single one of them with her lips. But you abruptly stood up, and Natasha immediately missed the warm wet feeling on her thigh.
She heard your clothes shifting, indicating you were taking them off. Once again, she could only groan at not seeing your body. Stupid blindfold, stupid fucking game.
The redhead jumped as she felt your hands on her knees. Knowing you were kneeling in front of her, Natasha’s hips bucked in an effort to get you to do something. One hand wrapped around the base of her cock as your mouth wrapped around the tip. As soon as you started bobbing your head up and down, Natasha sighed in pleasure.
“Fuck, detka. You're driving me insane.” She breathlessly laughed as her wrists fought against her restraints and her head fell backward. Her hips started to move on their own since you were moving too slow for her liking and she wanted nothing more but to grab your hair and force every inch down your throat.
You looked up at her, and it was a gorgeous sight. Her chest was heaving up and down and her mouth was slightly open. Her polo unbuttoned, giving you a view of her breasts and her stomach that was tensing in pleasure.
“Faster, Y/N. Be a good girl and go faster for me.” Natasha urged as each movement of your head drove the strap deeper into her—she could only buck her hips so much with her wrists tied. She heard a pop as you removed the strap from your mouth, “But mommy…” You whined, “I wanna hear you beg.”
Natasha swore she felt a vein in her arm burst in anger and in an attempt to break free from the ropes. She wanted to grab your jaw and punish you for this. So simply she gritted her teeth, “Good girls don't whine, baby. A good girl does what her mommy says.”
You simply huffed and stood up, “But mommy said I wasn’t a good girl. Mommy said I was a brat.” You placed yourself over the strap and slowly sat on it—a long whine emitting from your mouth as you took the entire length in one go. Natasha laughed at the sounds you're making, clearly, you need her help. “That you are, baby. That you are.” Natasha said as her hips jolted upwards as you started to ride her.
The sudden movement pulled a gasp from you as you continued bouncing up and down. “Fuck, Nat.” You moaned deliciously, “You feel so good inside me.”
Natasha was so close to giving in, but she felt that the ropes around her wrist were starting to break. So Natasha drove her hips up, fucking you faster than you were riding her. Moaning her name, you gripped her back and dug your nails into it, leaving crescent-shaped marks along her shoulder blades. “I bet you look so good wrapped around my cock, angel.” She grunted in your ear as her voice sent shivers down your spine.
But she suddenly stopped, and you whined, “Mommyyyy. Why did you stop?”
Natasha grinned. “If I remember correctly, my bunny said she’ll hop on something. Go on then, pretty girl. Let mommy hear you.” She challenged as the rope finally broke. It was half-cut after all and with how hard she was fighting against it, it was bound to break.
But she didn't reveal it to you, wondering how long you'd last without giving in to her. You started to ride her slowly, going up and down, Natasha loved how you were a moaning mess at this rate.
But she knows, and you do too, that if it were up to her, you would be a screaming writhing mess begging for more. And the both of you also knew, Natasha could easily take control of the situation. Even if her hands were still tied, she'd find a way. After all, it was only a matter of time before you wanted her to take over, wanting her hands on your hips guiding you on her cock.
“Mommy, I-” You groaned as your head rested on Natasha’s shoulder while your hips were slowly gyrating. And Natasha took mercy on you.
Ripping off the blindfold, Natasha quickly put her hands on your hips, and you had no time to process what just happened as she rubbed your clit with her fingers. “Please, baby. Just give in to mommy. I know you need my help. Just say it, angel.”
Well, she did say please.
“Need mommy’s help. Please, I need you so bad.”
As soon as the words left your mouth, Natasha guided you at the right speed. She had you bouncing on her lap as her fingers continued to work your clit with tight, fast circles. It was mere seconds before you fell apart, and the redhead watched in awe. Your breasts were pushed against her face and your legs deliciously quivered. Your mouth was open as godly moans spilled—moans Natasha wanted everyone to hear.
“Beautiful.” She kissed along the valley between your breasts—leaving small red marks that were bound to be there for days to come.
Later on, you would scold Natasha for turning your prize against you and for removing her blindfolds. But the redhead would only soothe you with a forehead kiss, “Oh come on, sweetheart. You needed my help, and you can’t blame me, I wanted to see you. So next time, just let me see you, okay?”
“As long as mommy says please.”
Natasha could only groan in frustration.
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softlymaximoff · 1 year
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Sleepy litlewanda and snuggly Nat Wandanat moodboard
Bedtime for a sleepy little baby
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marvelfanfics1 · 8 months
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I saw that you don't have anything by wandanat :(
So here's my request : can you do a scenario where the reader just love her mommies boobies and she always grab her boobies and lays on it
I love boobies sooo 😻
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Pairing: Mommy!WandaNat x little!reader
Warnings: Age Regression, boobs, fluff
Warnings: I've been dying to write for my favorite redheads and I'm sorry if it's too short 😭
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Your mommies adore how affectionate and loving you are, always giving them kisses or hugs randomly throughout the day to make sure they know how much you love them.
After a while Natasha and Wanda noticed how you would sometimes grab one of their boobs, squeezing them or caressing them with your finger like you were drawing something.
Neither of them mind it at all, they think it's adorable because it also seems you don't realize you're doing it, it mostly happens when you're cuddling with them and are focused on the TV or your tablet.
Just like now, you were cuddling with Wanda and sucking on your paci while Natasha was in the kitchen on the phone talking and probably cursing in russian.
After a while your hand crept up your mommy's shirt to get hold of her boob, your gaze still fixated on the cartoon that Wanda had put on for you.
"You all comfortable, baby?" She asked and you nodded, snuggling even closer to her and sighing contently when she started to scratch your back with her nails, the sensation giving you goosebumps.
Natasha walked in and smiled at the sight of her favorite girls all cuddled up together. She also noticed you were again kind of drawing shapes on Wanda's chest.
She didn't address it and just flopped on the couch on Wanda's other side. The second your Mama laid down you leaned over to give her a paci kiss.
"Wove you mommies." you smiled brightly and went to lay between your mommies with your head now resting on Natasha's chest.
"We love you more, little dove," Natasha said and placed her arm over you both to hold you close.
Later in the middle of the night, your mommies were letting you sleep in their bed after you had a nightmare and were too afraid to sleep alone.
Natasha was scrolling on her phone when she felt you moving beside her, turning on your side so you were facing her and still asleep.
As you got settled again she continued to scroll until she felt your hand grabbing at her shirt, whining a little.
"Shh, Mommies are here." She whispered but you didn't stop, she got an idea and carefully took off her shirt to not wake you or Wanda up by all the movements.
She tossed the shirt away and got comfortable again, pulling you a little closer.
In a matter of seconds your hand was on her boob and the whining died down to quiet snores, making Natasha chuckle at how fast you can be calmed down just by her or Wanda's boobs.
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littleavengerfics · 1 year
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One where Maria introduces the aspect of Natasha being another mommy to her little? If you do this thank you xXx
new family (blackhill x little y/n)
Warnings: age regression, blackhill, jealousy, slight angst with happy ending.
“Hey baby, how would you feel about Natasha coming around again today?” Nat had been coming over a lot recently and you were starting to be suspicious of why.
“Again?” You asked putting down your toy. “Yes baby, again.” Maria chuckled, “We want to talk to you about something.” You could feel your anxiety start to rise. “No it’s okay sweetheart. We just want to ask you something, it’s nothing bad baby.” you gave a small nod before resuming your game. “Okay love, i will go give her a call.”
Another twenty minutes passed when Nat walked in the door. “Hey dorogoy.” She smiled opening her arms, you got up and ran to her. “Natty!” You yelled jumping into her arms. “Hi dorogoy, it’s nice to see you too.” She chuckled.
“Mommy say you has to tell me something.” You said when she put you down. “We can talk about that in a minute, why don’t we play for a minute whilst we wait for your mommy.” You gave her an excited nod handing her a toy. “Let’s go!” You shouted running into the living room, the spy following after you with a chuckle.
Maria walked in a few minutes later. “Lunch is ready.” Nat carried you over to the table. “I don’t wanna eat now.” You frowned; you were too anxious about what the women had to say. “Can you just tell me please?”
“Okay.” Maria sighed setting down the plates and sitting down. “Well you know me and Nat have been spending a lot of time together recently?” Her and Natasha shared a look, you nodded trying to keep calm. “Well we uh, we-” Maria looked at the Russian for help. “You know we love you y/n, but we also love each other and…”
“You mean like love each other. Like dating?” You filled in, the two women nodded slowly. “But you are my first priority, if you aren’t happy then we will call it off, we just wanted to see if you were okay first.”
"Um okay..." You felt yourself slipping more into your headspace as all the thoughts and emotions piled up. Your eyes filled up with tears as you went back into little space. "Baby, you don't need to be upset, we can forget this whole thing if you're not comfortable with it." Maria said softly, she gave Natasha a look, silently asking her to step out the room so you could talk. The redhead agreed, standing up and walking out.
"Talk to mommy baby, what are you thinking about?" She asked lifting you from your chair into her lap. "m jus scawed." You mumbled against her neck, "I don't want you to leave me or love natty more."
"That's impossible, I love my little one more than anything in the world and I will not leave you. But you know Natasha loves you like that too; I think she wants to be part of our family. What do you think to that? We can have a new family, that means more cuddles and love for our little one. If you want her to, she can be another mommy." You gave an enthusiastic nod. "I want natty to be our new family." Maria gave you a huge smile and kissed your temple. "Thank you, baby, you're so sweet."
After a few more minutes of reassurance and cuddling your mommy called the redhead back into the room. "Y/n said it's okay but we need to have some rules." Natasha nodded with a smile. "Of course."
"We can't pick favourites; we have to love each other equally and not leave people out. And y/n do you want to say the next one?"
"I don wanna calls you mommy." You said with a small frown, anxious for the Russian's response. "that's okay, you don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with. I don't want you to think I'm trying to replace your mommy you can still call me Natty or anything else you want."
"Can i calls you mama?" You asked smiling up at her, the Russian beamed, her eyes filling up with tears. "Sorry." You frowned thinking you made her sad. "No baby, look." maria smiled pointing at the spy's smile. "She's happy baby."
"Mama happy?" You asked getting off the brunette's lap and walking over to Natasha. "Yes... yes baby, mamas happy. Very happy!" Natasha picked you up and hugged you tight. "Mommy?" You asked her with a huge smile.
"Yes, little one?" She asked curiously. "I love our new fam'ly." You replied before burying your head in Natasha's neck.
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tahliafox · 10 months
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You need me
Natasha Romanoff x Reader.
Summary: you don't need Natasha.
Warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut, mean!nat, mommy!nat, choking, slapping, degrading
Word count: 960
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You tapped your pen on the wooden surface of your desk, listening to the hum of the air conditioning flowing through your train of thought. Unbeknownst to you, Natasha had been intently watching you for the previous 25 minutes from the soft couch in the corner of the room. 
“Princess.” Natasha called your attention. You immediately turned your head and smiled at her. “Why don’t you have a break from studying? You’ve been distracted for ages, my love.” 
Your frown dissipated, soft layers of hair fell out from behind your ear as you shook your head. “Can’t, Natty. Have exams soon, and I have to study.” you whined. History was seriously kicking your ass. 
Natasha stretched her arms above her head, the sleeves of her burgundy jumper slipped to the mid of her forearm. The muscles flexed and you salvated a little, staring. Calloused hands pushed the sleeves up further, to stay above her elbows, whilst she stood up. You took in a sharp breath through your nose and closed your eyes tightly, trying to re-focus on your paper. 
Natasha stood, watching you with a disappointed look on her tilted head. You stopped rhythmically tapping your pen and traced the lines in your book, trying to make sense of the words.
“Stop studying. Pay me some attention, angel. Please.” 
In the midst of trying to read, Natasha had walked so she was standing with her stomach resting against the back of your office chair, her hands massaging through your shoulders. She leaned down so her plump lips were resting against your ear.
Soft kisses began to trail along the length of your neck. You swallowed and kept tracing the words. 
“Natasha, I need to study.” You said, voice cracking from butterflies erupting in your stomach.
Natasha moaned and sucked a hickey into your shoulder. “Mommy needs you. Take a break.”
A jolting feeling coursed its way through you like electricity. You shrugged your shoulders to get Natasha’s mouth away from your skin. “Well I don't need mommy, I need to study. I have a paper tomorrow.” Your voice came out stern.
For a moment, you thought you won. Natasha seemed to pull away and go silent.
“Do you want to say that again?” Her voice was tauntingly dark. You froze. Natasha hummed and spun the leather chair so you were facing her. Your eyes drifted straight to the floor. “You don't need me? Is that what you said?”
You shook your head in denial.
Natasha raised her voice. “No. Fucking say it.” 
You shook your head again.
“All your silly confidence gone now? Can’t you look your own mommy in the eyes? Tell me you don't need me, go on.” her hand roughly gripped your chin, forcing your face up so you had to look into her piercing eyes.  “Say it, I dare you.”
You stayed silent.
Wrong choice. 
Natasha hoisted you up from under your arms and carelessly pushed you across the room. You stumbled on your feet and fell over, but Natasha just rolled her eyes and picked you back up- placing you on the couch. She laid you down and crawled on top of you.
Her breath was heavy and forearms were gripping at the velvet material beside your head. For a second she just stared, but then unexpectedly smirked and crashed her lips against yours. You tried to kiss back but her mouth dominated yours, sucking your tongue into her mouth and biting at your lips. 
Rough hands gripped at your neck, cutting your supply of oxygen. Your slender, weak fingers went to hold her wrist, trying to get it off but she just laughed against your lips and gripped harder.
Starting to see stars, you coughed and sputtered against Natasha’s mouth. She released her hold on your neck and you gasped for air. Throbbing with need, Natasha smacked her hand against the crotch of your little shorts. Your body jolted at the touch and you moaned.
“Fucking whore, saying you dont need me.” she grumbled against your neck. Her hand shoved its way into your underwear and smeared your arousal all over your pussy. “Show me you don't need me.
You opened your eyes and looked confused. Thin shorts were ripped from your legs, along with your underwear and cold air hit your cunt.
“Show me you don't need me. Touch yourself.”
You hesitated, confused and Natasha smacked you. “Fucking do it.” She snarled. 
You whimpered and brought a hand down to your own cunt, rubbing at your clit gently. Natasha stared intently at you.
“That's how you touch yourself? Got you cant even fuck yourself right.”
Rubbing faster, you brought the other hand to grope your own tits, pinching at your nipples. It wasn't enough.
“Please, mommy.” you moaned, pressing down against the bundle of nerves.
“Tell me you need me.” she groaned.
“I need you, mommy. Need you so bad. Please.” 
Her hand came down at your pussy, shoving two fingers into you. Fucking you ruthlessly, she bit at your neck. 
“Look at you, you fuckin’ whore. Just a slut for mommy's fingers, isn’t that right.”
You nodded your head and arched into her fingers, the coil in your stomach tightening. “Yes, mommy. Need you so bad.”
“Yeah? Show me baby, come on my fingers like a good girl.”
Your breaths came in whining and short. “Please, please.” You begged. Natasha brought her other hand to your clit and started rubbing it, fastly. “Oh god, yes.” you moaned. The coil in your stomach snapped and you screamed.
“Just like that, angel. Good job.”
Natasha didnt slow down her movements, fucking you as intensley as before. 
“Wait-” you moaned, overstimulated.
“Oh, honey. You need mommy a little more than that. Let me show you.”
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kararomanoff · 11 months
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Professor Romanoff's dirty slut
this was written by a minor, if that makes you uncomfortable then feel free to not read.
warning: pet names(dove, baby, detka (baby), honey ect.), maybe degradation, oral (r giving), mommy kink, age gap (legal)
Who know miss romanoff would be this way when your one minute late to class
i might make this a two parts but idk yet
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It’s Tuesday morning and you had a Russian lecture with Miss Romanoff, she was a mysterious woman with her red shoulder length locks of hair and a body carved by the greatest gods hands, Miss Romanoff is the woman of your dreams but she’s your professor, although your unconscious mind didn’t care about that always trying to make it harder for you by giving you the most filthy wet dreams to ever be see and you just happened to have one last night.
you walk into the lecture hall just one minute late but Natasha still picked up on it and she was gonna use it.
the lecture was as normal, you spent the majority of the the lecture fantasising about your professor; about how her raspy voice would sound whispered in your ear for only you to hear, how her hands would feel as they wonder over your body and how her lips would touch against your neck while leaving marks of belonging. “miss y/l/n, please stay behind I would like to speak to you” miss romanoff says breaking you out of your thoughts “that is the end of the lecture, have a nice rest of the day. I will see you all again on Friday” you hadn’t even realised that you had blanked out for the whole lecture, wait did professor romanoff notice? Is that why you were to say behind? Shit
“come with me y/n” miss romanoff said standing up once every one left, you followed her down the busy hall ways until you where lead into a dark office that you assumed to be miss Romanoff’s.
She sits down at her desk “sit” she commands, you sit as fast as possible feeling the need to do whatever she says “good girl” fuck.
“you where late” she states sternly “I was?” You ask not in the know that you had been, all be it by one minute “yes, by one minute” “ohh thank god I thought I had be serious late” you breathe relieved
“YOU WHERE LATE!” She raises her voice “ ‘m sorry” “good…. Now did you pay attention to my lecture?” “I- yes- I did” you speak nervously “really because you seemed pretty distracted honey” it shocked you how she could change so suddenly from being pissed to soft and caring “I mean- yeah I was a bit but I promise it won’t happen again”
“Mhmm…..what districts you sweetheart?” Miss Romanoff's voice sounded raspier as she asked “I-I- I’m not sure” “I think you know dove, it’s okay you can tell me”
“y-you” your shaky voice came out quiet, your leg shakes and your hand fidget's with your rings ''yeah?'' miss romanoff ask with a sly look, pretending she hadn't already known that, as if she didn't touch herself to the thought of you far more than anyone would ever willingly admit ''what about me distracts you detka?'' miss romanoff ask as she unbuttons two buttons on her blouse and looks back up to see the hesitant look on your face ''tell me, im not judging you''
''your voice and your body and how mysterious you seem and how you'd-no-i'' you paused and she gives you a nod to continue ''how-how you'd...........touch...me'' miss romanoff smirks at you words
''i bet you lie in bed at night touching yourself at the thought of me'' your blushing cheeks was enough to tell her that you did ''come to mommy detka'' your professor spoke, you got up and stopped till you got the beautiful woman, she stood, starting to pull down her slacks and lacey black panties, when she was done she sat back down on her leather spinning chair ''your going to eat mommy out till she cums to show her how make you want her'' ''yes mommy'' ''good girl, now get to work and please your mommy like the good girl you are'' Natasha grabs your face and shove it to her heat ''eat'' and so you do you starts to kitty lick her clit, her moans encouraging you to continue ''don't be a fucking bitch don't tease me'' ''sorry mommy'' ''if you where really sorry you wouldn't be using your mouth to vocally apologise'' she was stern
you put your head back down pushing your tongue inside of her, she pulls your hair in response ''ughhhh....thats it slut'' Natasha starts to grind her hips against your face, her clit hitting against your nose ''such a dirty slut for mommy huh? ugh-mh-i... fucking whore im cumming- shit'' once she comes down from her high she pulls your face away ''you better leave, your definitely late for your next lecture'' you nod getting up and then wipe your face before you walk to the door.
as your about to open the door you hear miss romanoff ''see you soon'' she winks, god
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manic-eddie · 2 years
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She’s mommy, I don’t make the rules😤🥹🤭😍😩
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