All Too Well

This isn’t Taylor or Leigh but simply ✨her✨

oh bestie... beefy Nat... get ready for needy beefy Nat content. This turned into uhh... not a drabble, but I don't think anyone is gonna be mad about it? I wrote this to that "training with Nat" playlist that's literally like... sex playlist?? Shay knows the one

words: 1.2k

warnings: 18+ only, minors DNI; smut; physical restraint (but reader is like, used to it); fingering; clothed sex; daddy kink; mocking; Nat pound me into the training mat challenge

summary: honestly just.. Nat gets needy after sparring

It wasn't fair how much Natasha had to suffer over the past hour. You'd invited her to come workout with you, nothing too intense, just a sparring partner to work on hand to hand combat with; there was no one better to ask than her.

The entire time the two of you went back and forth on the mat, she got the upper hand and while you were tired of losing, you were even more tired of how distracting she was. Natasha typically wore shirtless tops around the compound, that wasn't new, but facing her in a fight you could see the muscles in her arms and you didn't know if you were out of breath because she was putting you through the wringer or if the fantasies in your head were getting the best of you.

Sparring was effective, but you wished Nat would toss you on the mat for a completely different reason.

"Okay okay, I give up!" It was the fifth time she'd pinned you and fuck, you would be surprised if you could stay coherent enough to make your way back to your room. Yes, you shared one with the redhead, but she liked to train longer than you so you figured that maybe if you were quick enough you could spend time recovering with a hot bath and your fingers between your legs.

Natasha let you up, rolling onto her back as you left the mat. The angle gave her the perfect view of your ass, outlined by the tight fabric of your stretchy shorts. For as much as you'd been watching Natasha, she'd been watching you right back; each time she took you down was a struggle in restraint. It'd be too easy to take you right there, but she'd resisted only because any one of your teammates could walk in. "Quitting already? But we were having so much fun."

Could be having a lot more fun upstairs. The thought came to your head before you could stop it and the resulting whine was too loud in the quiet room to go unnoticed. "Letting you run me into the ground repeatedly is a very one-sided type of fun, Natasha."

The older woman jumped up with ease, years of endurance training letting her recover with a quickness you could only ever envy. You didn't see her walking over to you, too preoccupied with gathering your bag together to get out of there. When she spoke again, she was right behind you and Natasha smirked as she caught your thighs instinctively pressing together. "You couldn't convince me you don't like losing to me if you tried."

"Why would I like losing?" You kept your back to her on purpose; if you looked at her you were sure you'd end up begging her to take you right there.

Natasha stepped closer, just enough to grab you. She was too fast for you, too strong, and she had you pressed flush against your front before you could process your shock. "Because I know you too well; you’re not subtle and you love it when I trap you."

Squirming away was fruitless; Natasha barely gave you room to breathe. You couldn't complain though, not when her hand was making its way to your breasts, squeezing roughly even when you cried out. The fights and her show of strength left you powerless to do anything but let your girlfriend touch you as she pleased, nipples pebbling both under her teasing and with your top half now exposed to the cold gym air. "Natty, we can't.. not here..."

She shushed you way too gently for how brutishly her other hand was sliding down the front of your shorts, hot breath tickling your ear. "I can do whatever I want and right now, I need my sweet girl to stay still while I fuck her."

You nodded quickly, your knees going weak almost as soon as her fingers spread you open. Risky as it was here out in the open, this was so much better than your fingers would ever be. She kissed your bare shoulder as she examined and groped you hungrily at her will. When her fingers were easily coated with your slick, the both of you groaned so loud there was no way anyone passing by the door wouldn’t have heard.

It was messy and crude, Natasha circling your clit until you’d soaked through your panties and possibly even your shorts— you loved it. “Daddy, please…”

“Oh fuck,” Maybe Natasha hadn’t meant to say it aloud, but she did and if the hard bite where your neck met your shoulder was any indication, she was quick to hide any other impulsive reactions. It was no secret how much the redhead adored the title, especially from you. Anything from you, really; she needed every part, every word, every whine you blessed her with. “Say it again, tell me how much you want it.”

“I-“ Stringing a sentence together proved difficult, Natasha’s fingertips just barely grazing your entrance throwing your brain into one thought alone. “Fuck me, please, daddy! I need you inside…”

A singular finger slid in, slow and steady and not at all what you needed to get off. You whined pitifully, trying to force yourself down on her hand to no avail. “I thought you wanted to wait? What happened, changed your mind?”

You wanted to yell and scream that it was all Natasha’s doing, that you’d be upstairs in your room if you had any say in the matter, happily bent over the mattress while you thrust onto your favorite vibrator. But that didn’t matter; you’d still be thinking of her, wishing it was her taking charge instead of a toy you controlled.

In her strong arms you felt captured and kept; no matter how you struggled, her hold on your body kept you still as a doll in a child’s grasp. “Stop squirming, baby. Daddy just needs to make you feel good.”

She was certainly doing just that, having slid a second finger alongside the first, stretching you perfectly. Your hips bucked back into her own and as her thumb played deviously with your swollen clit, you were even more grateful for Natasha’s support because without her, your knees would’ve given in a while ago. It didn’t take long before you were fighting off your orgasm, begging breathily to be allowed much needed release. “...’m so close.. Please…!”

Trying to escape her touch was pointless; Natasha was relentless in how she played with you, “Shh, it’s okay. Go on… cum for me.” It only took two curls of her digits to make you fall apart completely, your whimpers echoing off the solid walls of the empty training room. Your vision left for a moment, ears ringing as your body fell slack. Not for a second were you in danger of falling to the ground because Natasha was still holding you against her, one hand toying with your breast as her other was firmly buried between your shaking thighs.

The heel of her palm brushed over your over sensitive bud and you flinched away, but her grip never eased. The tip of her nose grazed the shell of your ear slowly, gently, unbothered by how you struggled against her firm body as she started fucking into you all over again. Natasha had stood and fought with you that afternoon on her best behavior, suppressing the urge to call off your training for her own favorite form of exercise. But now she’d won all rounds and she was going to be as selfish as she pleased. “Oh no, princess, I won five times and you owe me my rewards.”

love like you || w.m.

ship: scarlet witch!wanda/soft mommy!wanda/little!reader (mirror au)

warnings: allusions to multiverse of madness, smut (18+), also some light angst and lots of fluff, MDLG, selfcest, spanking, non-explicit mentions of rough sex, non-sexual punishments, aftercare

a/n: again thank u to motts and britt who truly had their gay little hands very involved in crafting this dynamic

Wanda was not expecting to choose to live a quiet life with her variant and her little, and she most certainly wasn’t expecting both of them to happily accept her into their lives - but it was exactly the environment she never knew she needed. 

It took a while for the three of you to get used to the dynamic. It was much easier for you, since you were already used to living with one Wanda. This new Wanda was just a little more broken around the edges, a little more paranoid and possessive of you, needing a lot of reassurance - which you were more than willing to provide. 

When you called her Mommy for the first time, you could practically see her tear up before she held you tighter, kissing your forehead and saying, “Yes, little one. Mommy’s here.” 

Mama and Mommy took a little more time getting used to each other - caught up in the idea that they were seeing the best and worst of each other laid out so plainly in front of them - but Mama’s soft approach to helping Mommy made the process a lot smoother for both of them. 

You actually didn’t realize that their relationship had developed into something more than just both being your mommies for a while. That was, until one day you woke up from a deep sleep, confused and cold because of the empty bed. 

You padded into the kitchen, Wandabear tucked under your arm and paci in your mouth, following the soft glow of the light over the sink. The pair were leaned against the counter, sharing soft kisses and caresses. It looked like Mommy had been crying, her tired eyes rimmed with red. But you could see a soft smile planted clearly on her face as Mama kissed her nose like she does with you when you’re feeling down. 

The moment was so intimate that you were about to creep back into bed and wait for them to return, but of course with two mind readers they were well aware of your presence. 

Mommy Wanda will sometimes get really moody and frustrated with herself for feeling that way and sometimes will accidentally snap at both of you. The first time this happened, you were immediately taken back to that first time you met her and she was in a crazed fury looking for her children, startled by finding you and Mama instead. 

She’s getting better about her temper. Mama has helped a lot, urging her to use her words and talk the feelings out rather than bottling them up until she snaps. Sometimes she still gets in cloudy moods, but she’s made a lot of progress and is able to get through them a lot easier with you and Mama helping.

Mommy Wanda is very very whipped for both of you, as much as she denies it. 

All three of you have the biggest praise kinks.

Mommy and Mama both get incredibly soft when they’re fucking and the other calls tells them how good they’re doing. And you are just always eager for positive attention from them both <3

They’re both strict with you but in very different ways. 

Mommy is much more likely to let you get away with breaking rules, like sneaking you cookies and letting you stay up past your bedtime. But she is also much more likely to punish you with spankings if you talk back to her. 

“Watch your tone with me, little devil,” is something you hear probably multiple times a day because you kind of can’t help riling Mommy up. 

Mama, on the other hand, is very strict on your daily rules. No dessert before you finish your dinner. Bedtime at 10pm. No throwing a tantrum to get something you want in the store. But if you give her a little sass, she’s usually just going to roll her eyes and let you get your bratty energy out before asking, “Are you done now, baby?” and you just pout at her and nod. 

Mama much prefers corner time as a punishment. Or writing lines. She doesn’t like to do impact play with you (but does rather enjoy the way you squirm as Mommy turns your cheeks red).

Both of them enjoy watching the other fuck you a lot. Mommy is a lot rougher than Mama - who was surprised at how much you loved the hard treatment. You had never expressed to her how you thought about her just using you. Mommy was more than willing to help fulfil those fantasies. 

The three of you always end up taking a big bath together after a tiring play session. You all barely all fit in the tub together - even after Mama got a new one. 

Mommy really loves washing you. It’s therapeutic for her to take care of you like that. 

Bedtime always consists of a lot of cuddles and kisses and sweet words before the three of you drift off to sleep. 

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She’s Everything

Soft!Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Word Count: 2K

A/N: Based on a lovely request. Please enjoy some fluff. Based on song of the same name.

Not all secrets are intentional. 

It hadn’t made sense to tell the others when you’d started dating Natasha. Things felt tentative anyway. 

There was a softness with Natasha that you’d only guessed at before. 

She was hesitant before every date.

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She knocked on your door before the first one. 

You were going to the cinema, Natasha had invited you over text. It was more than friendship, but you weren’t quite sure what else it could be yet.

Natasha met your gaze when you opened your door. She smiled nervously and you realised that this was the side of her that she didn’t normally share.

Her hands were buried deep in her jacket’s pockets and, when you told her that she looked great, she glanced shyly at the ground.

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Detour

Summary: A trip to the beach seemed like the perfect way to spend the day off with your girlfriend.

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x female reader

Genre: Smut

Words: 1.9k

Warnings: swearing, fingering, car sex

A/N: Um, so I have two angst fics that I half wrote this week but instead of finishing those I wrote this today. Thanks brain.

The wind whipped through your hair as the car sped along the road, windows down and the hot summer air filling your lungs. The radio was on, the sounds of a pop song cutting through the roar of the wind as you nodded your head absentmindedly to the beat.

You cast your eyes out the open window, watching the landscape rush past you, the green and blue blurring together as the engine hums underneath you. You can smell the salt in the air, the seaside scent comforting as you close your eyes and breathe deeply.

“Whatcha thinking about, baby?” you open your eyes at the sound of Natasha’s voice, smiling as you look over at her.

She’s sitting in the driver’s seat, gripping the wheel in one hand while the other rests between your own. The corner of her mouth has lifted into a smile as she quickly glances over at you, her green eyes twinkling in the sunlight streaming into the car. She’s breathtaking and you fight the urge to pinch yourself, once again finding it hard to believe that this goddess of a woman was yours.

“Nothing,” you reply as her eyes shift back to the road in front of you, “just enjoying this moment.”

She hums in response, slowing down as you approach a set of traffic lights. Her hand leaves yours momentarily as she prepares to turn the corner and you can’t help but pout at the loss. As the car rolls to a stop at the red light she looks over at you again, warmth blooming in your chest at the tender look in her eyes.

“I love you.” The simple sentence has your heart racing, the sincerity in her tone never failing to surprise you, despite hearing the words fall from her lips hundreds of times before.

“I love you too,” you lean over pressing a quick kiss to her lips just as the light changes colour and she turns the car onto the coastal highway.

The two of you had decided to take a trip to the beach today, taking advantage of the good weather and a rare day off. You had loaded enough picnic food to feed a small army into the back of the car and set out before the rest of the team had woken up, wanting a day for just the two of you.

You love how relaxed the day felt already, the casual way Natasha leaned in her seat as she drove, the tension absent from her shoulders for once. Today you weren’t two Avengers who were responsible for saving the world. Today you were just two girls in love who were responsible for no one except each other.

You look back out the window, watching as the ocean comes into view. The waves are calm, sunlight bouncing off the water making it look like it was filled with shimmering diamonds. The gentle sway of the car as it moves with the winding road is comforting and at this moment you feel happy and content.

You feel Natasha’s hand rest on your knee, something she often did while she drove. You smile to yourself, still watching the horizon as you sigh contentedly. Natasha’s thumb begins to stroke absentmindedly on your skin, the action causing your stomach to clench slightly.

You stay that way for a few minutes, the car comfortably silent except for the soft sounds of the radio playing. You close your eyes once more, the sun warming your face and the movement of the car beginning to put you to sleep.

When Natasha shifts her hand, her fingers marginally inching up your bare thigh, your eyes snap open. You turn to face her, breathing picking up slightly but her expression is impassive. She’s giving nothing away and you’re sure that she doesn’t even realise the effect her simple action is having on you.

You feel the arousal pooling between your legs and you shift lightly in your seat, trying not to give it away. You didn’t want to face the teasing from your girlfriend when she realised how easy she could turn you on.

Her hand stalls about halfway up your thigh, fingers flexing tightly against the muscle as she guides the car around a bend in the road. Her fingers are spread over your thigh, the tips brushing against the sensitive skin on your inner thigh which only makes your situation worse.

As the road straightens out again, Natasha’s hand begins to climb once more. You know she must be aware of what she’s doing now, her hand moving with more purpose as it nears the apex of your thighs. You catch the smirk on her face as she stares ahead, her grip on the steering wheel tightening ever so slightly.

“Tease,” you mutter under your breath and her smile only widens, her eyes flicking to you briefly.

“I’m only a tease if I don’t follow through,” she promises, her fingers tracing soft patterns on the inside of your thigh causing you to squirm in your seat.

She reaches the hem of your dress, dragging it up your legs as her fingers climb higher. You shift, moving your knees further apart as she finally reaches where you want her most. Her fingers press against you through your panties, causing you to gasp out loud at the contact. You know she can feel how wet you are already, the material damp from your arousal.

“Soaked for me already,” Natasha grins proudly, finger hooking into the elastic of your underwear and snapping it against your skin.

“Off,” she commands as you jump from the sting of the material springing back against your skin.

You don’t need to be told twice, lifting your hips to drag them down your legs and kicking them off quickly. Once they’ve been removed completely you sit back in the seat, opening your legs as wide as the space allows to give Natasha unobstructed access to your heated flesh.

She wastes no time, fingers dancing back up your thigh and running through your slick folds. You fumble for something to grab onto as her finger circles your clit slowly, one of your hands clutching the door desperately. The other finds it’s way to Natashas leg, fingers digging into the flesh as she begins a torturous pace with her finger.

She grunts at the unexpected contact, the sound shooting straight to your core and making your thighs tense. Her fingers begin to dip lower now and you whimper at the loss of friction on your clit, sinking into your seat further as you throw your head back against the headrest.

“Shhh,” Natasha coos, “I’ve got you.”

You whimper again at her words but it quickly turns to a moan as she slides one finger past your entrance, sinking deep into you until her knuckles are brushing your skin. You shift your hips, trying to draw her even deeper as she pulls back before thrusting into you again.

“Oh fuck, Nat,” you cry out, eyes clenching shut as you draw in a shuddering breath. “Please don’t stop.”

“Oh, I’m not stopping until I make you cum over my fingers,” her voice is low and sultry as her finger continues to slide in and out of you, curling and hitting the right places.

Her words only make you needy with want, wishing for nothing more than her promise to come true.

“More,” you gasp, hips moving against her hand as she fucks you slowly.

On her next thrust, she adds a second finger, the stretch making you cry out her name loudly. She sets an even pace, eyes still focused on the road as if she wasn’t dragging you towards your orgasm quickly.

You’re thankful the road is mostly empty, an occasional car speeding past you as you try and keep your voice quiet, not wanting to alert anyone through the open window to the way your girlfriend had her hand buried between your legs.

“I’m c-close,” you gasp out as you grind against her, the heel of her hand rubbing against your clit, “Nat, I-I’m going to-”

Your sentence is cut off by a loud moan as she curls her fingers again, the feeling pulling you even closer to the edge. You know you won’t last much longer, the pleasure becoming almost too much.

“Fuck, baby,” you hear Natasha groan, “I want to watch you so bad.”

You don’t answer her, you’re not sure you can if you even tried. Instead, you moan loudly again, hips working frantically against her hand as you chase your release. You feel it building, your walls clamping down on her fingers tightly as you feel yourself reaching the peak. Just a few more seconds and-

Suddenly, Natashas fingers are gone, making you whine at the loss. Your hips are still moving, seeking the friction you had moments before as your orgasm quickly fades. Your eyes snap open, noticing that you had turned off the main road.

Your breathing is erratic but it’s nothing compared to Natasha’s, her chest heaving as she manoeuvres the car down an unmarked dirt road, pulling over behind the cover of trees once you’ve driven a few hundred yards away from the road.

“Nat, what-” you try to ask but she’s already thrown the car into park, looking over at you with a feral look in her eyes that has your question dying in your throat.

She leans over you, hand diving back between your legs as she thrusts three fingers inside you, her free hand gripping your chin as she forces you to meet her hungry gaze.

“I needed to watch you fall apart,” she growls, resting her forehead against yours. “I needed to see the look on your face as you cum around my fingers.”

Your orgasm is building again, racing up as she pumps her fingers into you quickly, thumb reaching up to flick over your clit firmly. You close your eyes, gasping for breath as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.

“Open your eyes, I want to see you,” she commands before her voice softens, “can you do that for me, sweetheart?”

You nod against her, eyes fluttering open. Her green eyes still look hungry as she watches you but there is a tenderness there as well. You know you won’t last much longer as you pant against her lips.

“Please,” you whisper, not even sure what you’re asking for.

Natasha knows though, she always does. On her next thrust, she twists her wrist slightly, fingers grazing along the spot inside you that has you falling apart around her. You grip her shoulder tightly as you fight to keep your eyes open, riding out your release in the quiet car.

“That’s it,” Natasha murmurs as she guides you through your orgasm, the aftershocks ripping through you as her fingers begin to slow.

Finally, once the waves of pleasure subside, Natasha presses a gentle kiss against your lips as she withdraws her fingers. You watched through heavy eyes as she brings her fingers to her mouth, her tongue darting out to clear the arousal that coated them.

“Holy shit,” you gasp as you try to catch your breath while Natasha pulls your dress down to cover your legs again, “that was a nice surprise detour.”

“Oh no,” Natasha replies as she shifts the car into drive, moving back toward the main road. “I’ve been thinking about that all morning. Why do you think I told you to wear a dress?”

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Does Nat ever take her mediocre gf to an Avengers party or does she not want her to meet her colleagues? 😂

LMAO ok so i think reader actually likes to text with the avengers, totally harmless "hows nat today" or "whens nat coming back" but refuses to tell nat anything about it just to drive nat up a wall so yeah shed def go to an avengers party w nat

notes: this is just a little pre-party primping:)

Nat's been tired lately, coming home late and exhausted and sprawling over you just to feel you squirm. But work's work, and tonight it just so happens that work means a black-tie dress code party. This means that she's dragging you along with her because she refuses to suffer alone.

Tony's ordered limos for everyone. Ludicrous, because who the hell does that. Billionaires, Nat tells you dryly when you bring it up. You point out that she's upper class too.

"I'm fiscally responsible," is her response.

"Stingy, you mean," is yours.

She does not dignify that with a response. Instead, she shuts the closet door on you and flips the lights off while you're in there.

"Mad 'cause you lost the argument," you call out after her.

"Can't hear you," comes her faraway voice. You assume she's gone into the bathroom to get changed.

You pull on your fanciest lingerie -- you never know with Nat's libido -- and pick out your outfit. You're nearly done with the getup when Nat swings the door open and sweeps out, looking gorgeous and above it all. You stare.

Nat gives you a passing glance and glides past you to the floor-length mirror, delicately sweeping a strand of hair away from her face. Her gown dips low on her back, skin creamy and smooth aside from a few raised scars you know well. Her ears are ringed with expensive golden hoops and studs. Her hair is loose for now, but she's squinting at it, lifting it this way and that, combing it out.

You reach out for her, grabby hands, whiny.

Nat sighs, and her eyes flicker to you, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of her painted lips. "Don't be clingy. We don't have the time for it."

"What if you stepped on me," you mutter, dumping your face into her shoulder and snagging her by the waist.

Nat scoffs. "Maybe after."

"What if we had a private party?"

"A stepping on you party?" she says dryly.

You shrug, peppering kisses along the column of her neck. "Sure. I'm down."

"You know, normal people just say: oh, you're so pretty, baby."

You tuck your smile into the slope of her shoulder. "Oh, you're so pretty, baby."

Nat turns her head, nosing at your cheek, coaxing your face towards hers. "Thanks," she murmurs, lips brushing over yours. "And I can't wait to step on you tonight."

You snort, grinning widely. "You know, normal people-"

"I think that you're literally insane and that I have four lifetimes worth of issues," she says, nudging you away from her so she can pull her hair into a bun. "But I guess you look nice."

You pretend to wipe a tear from your eye. "No one's ever said that to me before, baby. You really mean that?"

"No," she deadpans, "now piss off before I put my hands on you in an unsexy way."

"That's impossible."

Nat's eyes flicker to yours in the mirror, eyebrow raised. You smile, making to breeze by her, but you take a pitstop to drop a kiss on her cheek, which she very graciously accepts.

"I'll go pick your shoes for tonight," you call down the hall.

"No!"

You laugh.

Say you break your ankle. You could know everything there is to know intellectually about the injury. Even with this vast knowledge, you will still experience physical pain.

Now take this logic and apply it to things like ADHD, autism, clinical depression, and other less visible/divergent disabilities. You cannot think your way out of feeling.

That is to say: you are not a bad, lazy, or selfish person for struggling, even if you know why you are struggling.

loose cannon

| natasha x reader |

summary: she’s not a great teacher. you’re not a great learner. but to be fair to yourself, she’s very distracting.

warnings: weapons handling, cursing : rating [T] 

a/n: uhhhh i have no shame. enjoy

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sera , my love! how are you?

I can't tell if this is a porn bot or sarcasm lmao

Avengers + Breaking News Meme

At Her Altar, As Her Worship

Ever since your turning you have been succumbing to the cold. Your faithful mentor and vampiric 'mother,' Natasha would never allow it to happen.

Warnings: General blood themes because of vampires, Natasha gets bitten consentually on the breast by reader, reader drinks breast milk and blood, reader sucks on Natasha's breasts, no pronouns are used for reader, reader gets called little love, fluffiness, gave me a cavity💕

Note you do not have permission to translate and or repost this story thank you :)

Also in case it wasn't clear Natasha is reader's 'mother'(?) in this cause Nat turned them so she takes care of them :)❤️

The warmth from Natasha's skin felt as though it was sinking into your lips and aching fangs, warming the perpetual chill inside you. Her long soft red hair brushes against your cheeks.

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From your position buried in Natasha's neck you couldn't see her face, but the sweet lilt to her low humming said that Natasha was content. A callused hand gently cups the back of your head, before deft fingers begin to smooth down your baby hairs.

You could smell the sweet detergent clutching to her bare chest, a fluttery kiss pressed to your temple. The soft crackling of the ridiculously large victorian fire place popped gently in your ears as your head perks up shyly. Natasha's fond smile growing at the sight, her lullaby tapering off.

"Go on little love, just like how I taught you." The feeling of her full, plush breasts pressed against your shoulder and neck sent a warm flush to your ears.

You are guided toward her chest and pink perky nipples, your lips parting hesitantly. Gleaming fangs gently pierce the milky skin around her nipple before your mouth suckles on her breast. Warm blood with a slight tang and sweet milk flows into your awaiting mouth.

The unrelenting sour hunger finally eases and warmth flows into your previously stiff and chilly fingers. Eyes flutter as your mind grows warm, hazy and sleepy. Natasha rubs your back affectionately, beginning to hum another lullaby.