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lots-of-pockets · 6 months

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Taken

Chapter: 1

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Warnings: kidnapping, dark Natasha, diapers and a brief mention of throwing up. Let know if I need to add anymore!

Summary: Deep deep down, Natasha knew this was wrong. Taking someone against their own free will was borderline psychotic, let alone very much illegal. But she couldn't help it. After months upon months of watching your every move, she'd become convinced that you were only person perfect enough to become her daughter. She would do whatever it takes to have you, no matter the consequence.

Natasha stares into the fire. It crackles and glows with a radiant gold flame, the smell of burning wood filling her senses. In her hand was a glass of her favourite red wine, the rich liquid velvety on her tongue.

The outside was piercing in contrast to the heat before her. The empty skies were a dull white, and freshly fallen snow was covering all the eye could see. Everything was quiet, muffled, the atmosphere holding a sense of serenity the summer months did not have. It was peaceful and calming, a cherished few moments Natasha allows herself to have in the evenings after a hot bath full of bubbles and her favourite music.

The dancing flames of the fire could be seen in Natasha's eyes as she finishes her wine, setting the class down onto the coffee table with a soft, barely audible thump. She sits back against the couch and tightens the grey, fluffy blanket around her shoulders, eyes drifting to the clock in the corner of the room.

11:35

It was nearly time.

The busy street was quietened by a large blanket of snow, a carpet of cotton batting falling everywhere you looked. As you walk your usual journey to work, it crunches loudly beneath your feet. Your fingers and toes feel numb and are beginning to ache, and you could see the misty fog escaping your lips with each exhale. The trees were rocking back and forth, creaking and groaning just like the sound of an old rocking chair.

One positive about rising this early in the morning was being able to hear the birds on the street. They fill your ears with soft chirps, and you find it almost impossible not to smile at the sound.

Behind you, you hear the sound of a vehicle approaching. Your senses were almost immediately on red alert. The road you were on was almost always deserted. It was narrow and only one way, and you knew there was no reason for anyone to be coming this way this early, especially in a car when the snow plow hadn't even been through.

Your breathing accelerates, and you feel yourself begin to sweat despite the freezing temperature. You try your best not to outwardly react and continue on your way, but the car behind you slows the closer it gets, and you feel yourself become almost paralysed with fear.

You close your eyes for a second and practically force a deep breath into your lungs. You then speed up your pace, knowing that even if the person in the car means no harm, it was better to be safe than sorry.

When you hear the car door open and shut, the fear becomes a tangible, living force that creeps over you like some hungry beast, and it immobilises you, raising the fine hairs on the back of your neck. Your legs pick up on their own accord, but it was no use.

Someone grabs you, and the scream of pure terror that escapes your lips was muffled by a large, cold hand. You flail your body; you kick, you scratch, but your attacker was stronger, larger, and it was evident you stood no chance.

The hand was soon replaced by a cloth, and your senses almost immediately become a blur. Your eyes become heavy, your body becomes a deadweight, and despite the last ditch effort to escape, everything fades into nothing.

When you come to, your disoriented brain takes a few moments to catch up with the events that had just concurred.

You notice you were no longer outside. You were on a bed, and the mattress beneath you was soft and comfortable. The jeans and coat you had on were no longer, replaced by a pair of pyjamas much like a toddler would wear.

Your eyes flicker almost subconsciously around the room. The only light came from a slit between the curtains at the window, the feeble brightness barely enough for you to make out anything.

You did, however, note that the room was of medium size, adorned with white furniture. You couldn't make out any sort of decorations, but the door held a single lock with a touch screen pad.

You stare at it for a moment, and something in your brain seems to click bringing your subconscious to the realisation of what had happened. You'd been kidnapped, someone had taken you.

An immediate feeling of dread creeps up from the pit of your stomach, and your pulse beats in your ears blocking out all other sound.

You could feel your fight or flight responses kick in, increasing your heart rate and flooding you with added adrenaline. You try to sit up, but something was pinning your wrists down. It tugs at your skin uncomfortably, and when you look up, you see that you'd been handcuffed, each metal circle attached to the wooden headboard of the bed.

At the sight, your fear only grows more. You try to scream, but when you open your mouth, you come to find that even words had deserted you. It leaves you to release a choked sob, and you feel hot wet fluid begin to dribble down your legs, a bastion of warm comfort in a moment of primal terror.

The door opposite beeps in warning before it opens, and you feel your stomach grip in protest as a women comes into view. She was tall, and her pose screamed power. Her broad shoulders were held high, but her eyes, a soft green in colour, were gentle, and full of warmth.

The stark difference would have confused you if it wasn't for the sense of overwhelming dread.

"Hi little one. I'm glad to see you're finally awake," The woman speaks in greeting as she locks the door behind her, "I was beginning to grow a little worried." She adds as she flickers on the small night light that was plugged in near the bed before easing herself down next to you.

It bathes the room in a soft glow finally allowing you to finally take in your surroundings.

You couldn't help but tremble in complete and utter terror as your eyes burn with the familiar sensation of tears.

"It's okay," the woman soothes in a soft coo as she reaches for something to your left. "I know you must be scared, and I'm sorry about that." Her hand returns into view holding a tissue, and you flinch almost violently as the woman makes gentle work of drying your cheeks.

She doesn't outwardly react to it, but her features soften and her touch gentles further. You still shift uncomfortably, and it prompts the woman's eyes to flicker down towards the lower half of your body.

When they take in the large wet spot beneath you, your skin prickles with the fear of the unknown. But the woman simply shakes her head, a playful, yet gentle glint in her eyes.

"We'll fix that," was all she says as she disposes of the soiled tissue, grabbing a small bottle of hand sanitizer from seemingly nowhere and squeezing a small amount out onto her hands, "my names Natasha, but you may only call me mama. I'm going to be looking after you from now on."

You simply stare, trying to mask your emotions and pretend like you weren't mere seconds away from emptying your stomach in complete disgust.

"And you're Y/n, right?" Natasha continues, staring at you with a look that tells you she was expecting an answer.

You manage a mere nod, not wanting to upset the woman by defying her. Right now, you had no idea what Natasha was capable of, and you didn't want to provoke her in any kind of way by disobeying.

Natasha smiles in satisfaction as she rises from the bed and heads over to the white dresser placed in the corner of the room, "You were out for a while, so I suspect you must be pretty hungry. I have dinner made, and you may have it once we have you nice and clean." When she turns, you see she was holding a familiar rectangle of padded cotton.

Your cheeks burn, but you soon come to the daunting realisation that the woman must have already seen you naked due to the unfamiliar pair of pyjamas you were currently adorned in.

The bile in your throat worsens when you realise that Natasha could have done absolutely anything to you, and you feel yourself begin to gag in both fear and absolute dread.

Your vision becomes blurry, and as you try your best to keep your last meal down, you distinctly feel one of your hands become free if it's confines. Your body was then turned sideways just in time for you to vomit up absolutely everything in your stomach.

"There there, I've got you. You're okay." A muffled voice fills your ears as a hand gently grazes up and down your back, and having those hands on you only furthers your disgust and you find yourself puking once again.

You want to tell Natasha to get the hell off of you. That how dare she touch you after what she'd done, but there were no more words left in you. You could barely find it in within you to remain conscious, and you deem that more important right now. You had to stay awake. You had to try and protect yourself.

"Are you done?" The voice questions, and you nod ever so slightly. You feel a soft hand grasp your own and raise it once again to rest above your head, the cold cuffs once again circling your wrist.

Through your blurry vision, you see Natasha leave the room, and you allow yourself a moment to close your eyes and get yourself together.

When the women returns, you note she was wearing different clothes. You internally smile in victory when you realise you must have puked on her.

Serves her right.

"Okay, let's get you changed." Natasha sits herself down at the end of the bed, and it was only then do you notice that your feet were tied up too.

"I'm going to untie your feet, but if you even so think about kicking me or harming my furniture, I'm going to leave you in your wet clothes for the rest of the night, do you understand?" Natasha's hand rests on the rope tied securely around your ankle, and though the eyes staring at you were still the same soft ones as before, this time, they held a look of warning.

A warning you did not want to test. Not right now when you were still in such a vulnerable position where this woman could so absolutely anything to you and you'd be powerless to stop it.

And so you nod, despite everything in you telling you to fight with all you could.

Your heart races as Natasha unties your feet, legs subconsciously moving of their own accord and rising to a bent position where your thighs were pressed against your stomach.

The woman allows this, and when her hands reach for the waistband of your pyjama pants, your fight or flight instincts break.

You begin to flail your body as much as you could, the woman's prior warnings dissipating into the back of your mind. You had to get out. You couldn't let Natasha do this to you.

Despite your attempts, the woman gets your pants off anyway.

"No!" You finally find your voice, and it comes out hoarse, trembling with fear, "no! Let me go. Let me go!" You cry out as your stomach heaves with sobs.

"Hush now," the woman lightly scolds as she successfully manages to slide the diaper beneath your squirming figure, "There is no need for you to get so upset. I am not hurting you, so I suggest you calm down before I keep my promise and put you right back into your wet pants."

You still at the threat, but you continue to sob. Tears flow down your cheeks, blurring your vision and soaking your hair. Gut-wrenching sobs that tear through your chest fill the otherwise quiet room, and you want nothing more than for all of this to just stop.

You want to go home. You want to be curled up on the couch with your mom watching your favourite movie.

Not here. Not here where you're being emotionally tormented with all the things you no longer have; where you no longer have your independence and would be subjected to the unknown.

"There, all done." You hear, and you once again feel your legs being secured into their former positions. The sheet beneath you was pulled off next, replaced by a dry one with quick and efficient ease despite your presence on the mattress.

Natasha then shifts up the bed slightly, her weight tipping the mattress as her hand comes up to cup your cheek and wipe away the tears.

You flinch, but allow it to happen. The woman obviously knows what she wants, and it was becoming evident nothing you did would stop her.

"No more tears now," another soft coo as a gentle thumb continues to trail over your skin, "you're okay little one. Deep breaths."

You shake your head, "I want...I want to...go home. Please...let me...go home!" You cry as you extraneously squirm to get out of your confines.

Through your blurred vision, you see Natasha shake her head, and your body was wracked with another onslaught of sobs, complete hopelessness converted into tears that pour down your face at lightning speed.

"I know that must be upsetting for you to hear, but you'll get used to it. I'm going to get your dinner. I expect you to be fully calm by time I get back." Natasha once again wipes off your cheeks, the material of the tissue rough against your skin.

You try your best to comply with the woman's wishes, your throat tightening in dismay when you force back the sob that so desperately wants to escape.

Natasha smiles as she gives your leg a soft pat before rising to her feet, "Good girl."

You say nothing, but Natasha doesn't seem to mind. She disappears from the room and returns a short while later carrying a tray that held a glass full of water and a bowl of what appears to be soup.

"You haven't earned the right to feed yourself just yet, so I'm going to do it for you." The woman explains as she sets the tray down onto the nightstand, picking up the bowl along with a plastic spoon.

Soon, said spoon was being held to your mouth, the plastic warm against your lips.

You stare at the woman for only a short moment before reluctantly allowing your lips to part, and Natasha smiles as she places the spoon into your mouth. It was soup, but due to your blocked nose, you couldn't tell which kind it was.

You don't particularly care however, because you weren't in the slightest bit hungry after throwing your guts up just a few moments ago.

"Good girl. Is that yummy?" Natasha coos as she refills the spoon and once again holds it to your lips.

It wasn't, but you nod anyway as you open your mouth and allow yourself to be fed. You were scared if you told the woman any different, you'd be punished and tied up for longer. If you couldn't get away from Natasha, you at least wanted out of these stupid cuffs.

Natasha smiles happily, "I'm glad. Mama worked hard and there's lots more if you're still hungry."

Your stomach churns in disgust at the woman calling herself that, but you nod along, fear constricting you from acting upon your thoughts.

Soon, the bowl was empty, and you watch as Natasha sets it down and picks up the glass of water. You go rigid when Natasha places her hand on the back of your neck to elevate your head, hating the feeling of her touching you.

"Drink." Natasha prompts, and you quickly down over half of the water in the glass.

The woman sets the glass back next to the bowl and reaches for the blanket that was folded and placed over the footboard of the bed, "It's late. Time for bed." She shakes it out and lays it over your body.

"There's a baby monitor placed on the shelf up there, and it can see and hear you. If you need anything, I want you to call for me. I can't help you if I don't know anything is wrong." She brushes the hair saturated with tears out of your face before tucking it behind your ear.

You force yourself to nod.

Natasha smiles and gives your cheek one last gentle touch before rising to her feet, picking up the tray before heading towards the door, "Goodnight little one." She calls softly before leaving the room.

You don't reply.

Sleep does not come easy.

Fear prickles at the base of your spine each time you feels yourself beginning to drift off, a terrible sense of anxiety creeping over you at every little sound you hear.

The light thud of footsteps, the branches of the trees outside hitting the glass windows. Even the sounds of the house settling were unnerving, and no matter what you did, the subconscious of dreamland just didn't want to come.

A part of you wonders if anyone had realised you were missing. You keep to yourself mostly. Didn't have many friends or acquaintances. The only person you did have was your mom, and it had been nearly six months since the effort had been made for a visit. You decide that no, no one would have noticed, and because of your tendency to stay locked up in your apartment for weeks on end, no one would for a while leaving you to Natasha's mercy.

A part of you wants to call out for her. You want to beg her to be un-cuffed so you could at least try and get comfortable. But fear prevents you from doing so. It prevents you from even opening her mouth, so all you could do was lay here until morning comes.

A brand new day would greet you, and your nightmare would continue.

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lots-of-pockets · 10 months

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Bedtime 🩵

Pairing: Natasha x little!reader

Words: 2657

Warnings: This is an age regression imagine. There will be mentions of diapers, and a brief nursing scene that’s pretty detailed. If that’s not your thing, please refrain from saying so. Just move on, and pretend like it doesn’t even exist.

Summary: After a long busy day, it’s time for bed. Join Natasha and you with your bedtime routine.

Notes: This is not my first time writing age regression. This is, however, my first time positing on here so I am a little nervous. I’m sensitive lmao, so please no mean comments. Thank you and enjoy.

"Okay, in we go," Natasha murmurs as she guides you into the apartment by the hand, "take your shoes of baby." She coaxes as she shrugs off her jacket and hangs it up on the coatrack.

You huff, but nod, dropping to your butt and tugging off your sneakers. You place them neatly onto the shoe rack -just like mama had taught you- before once again stumbling to your feet.

"Good girl," Natasha was quick to praise, and you smile bashfully as you allow yourself to be helped out of your coat. "Let's go get you into the tub, okay?" She retakes your hand and tugs lightly, pulling you through to the bathroom.

You'd just gotten back from a long day at the aquarium and it was now nearly nine at night, one hour after your designated bedtime on the weekends. If your quiet huffs and whines of dismay were anything to go by, Natasha knew you were getting to the point of being overtired, and if she wanted to avoid an inevitable breakdown, she knew to get you to bed as soon as possible.

"Don't want to," you murmur as you fall against Natasha's front, your hands rising cling to the material of her shirt. "No mama."

Natasha cups the back of your head with her hand and presses a tender kiss to your forehead, "I know," she placates, "but we've had a long day and you knew we always make sure we're nice and clean before bed."

Before this dynamic between them had started, your personal hygiene was mediocre at best. No one had ever taught you to shower, to wash your hair or to do anything that was remotely related to being clean. It hadn't really been a shock Natasha, because your upbringing hadn't exactly been ideal. You'd had grown up without parents, going from foster home to foster home without anyone remotely looking out for you. Nothing had ever been permanent, the threat of being kicked out looming over your shoulder at every turn.

It's what made this relationship so special. Why you were so small and needed mama to do everything for you and why Natasha did so without question. There was a trust like no other, and that would never change.

You let out a pitiful whimper and slide down Natasha's body in a dramatic like fashion, slumping onto the floor with your body curled up small.

After Natasha had checked the temperature of the water and placed the stopper into the tub, she sits herself down onto the floor next to her groggy girl and brings a hand up to brush away the hair that had fallen into your face. At the action, you peek up at her, lips pulled down into that signature frown which Natasha was often greeted with when you were upset at not getting what you wanted.

"I know you're sleepy," she acknowledges softly as she allows the pad of her thumb to graze over your cheek, "but you know the rules detka. We either have to bath in the morning, or before bedtime, and you chose bedtime when you woke up this morning. I promise as soon as you're done, mama will get you tucked up in bed with bunny so you can go night night, okay?"

Bunny was your beloved stuffed bunny. It had been one of the first things Natasha had ever gifted you, and wherever you went, bunny tagged along. He was kind of old and worn now due to all the love and snuggles he gets, but to you, he was just as good, if not better than he was the day you got him.

You simply nod.

Natasha smiles down at you as she rises to her feet and holds out her hand, "Up we get." She coaxes, and though you hesitate, you soon reach up to take mama's hand allowing yourself to be pulled to your feet.

"Good girl," Natasha praises, "let's get your clothes off mhh? The baths nearly ready."

You let yourself be undressed like a little rag doll, feeling to sleepy to try and lend a hand. Soon, you were as bare as the day you were born, and when an involuntarily shiver racks your body, you let out a quiet whimper and attempt to climb into Natasha's arms.

"Oh I know," Natasha murmurs softly as she pulls the shivering body close as close as she could to her own, bending down slightly to turn off the water. The tub was now half full with bubbles and a few toys. Just as you like it.

She gently grasps the arms around her waist and pulls them away, offering out her hands instead.

Your slightly smaller ones grasp them without hesitation.

"Big step sweet girl." Natasha reminds, and you nod in understanding as you allow yourself to be helped into the bath. Mama's hands don't let go of you until your butt hits the floor of the tub, and as you distractedly begin playing with one of your bath crayons, you distinctly hears the sound of mama grabbing your shampoo and conditioner from the cabinet underneath the sink.

It immediately has your senses on red alert, because you definitely did not like having your hair washed. It always took to long and despite mama being as gentle as she could she always ended up with soap in your eyes and it always made you cry.

"No mama," you scold 'firmly' with a pointed finger.

Natasha turns to face you with an eyebrow raised and three bottles in her hands. Shampoo, body wash, and conditioner.

"No what sweet girl?" Natasha sits down on the wooden stool used for bath time and sets down the bottles on the side of the tub.

"No hair." You whine as you frustratedly kick your legs, splashing water over the side of the tub and onto the floor.

"Hey hey, none of that," Natasha lightly scolds as she places a hand on your legs to keep them still, and you freeze as you look up at her with fear filled eyes. Natasha softens her voice significantly, because whilst she needed the little one to adhere to the warning being given, she didn't want to upset you further. "If you want to tell mama something, you do it nicely. You know that."

But despite her gentle tone, it was still a scold, and it had your bottom lip wobbling all the same.

A sense of guilt immediately fills Natasha, and she gently reaches forward to cup your cheeks before pressing a tender kiss to the spot between your brows.

"Tell mama what you were trying to say baby." she coaxes as she pulls her lips away, her thumbs still brushing over the soft skin.

You sniffle, "No hair." you whisper in a cracked voice, and though Natasha's heart breaks at the sound, she nods her head in understanding. She hates seeing her baby cry, even more so when she was the one that had caused it.

Of course she never does it purposely. Her baby was just a sensitive sole who wears her heart on her sleeve. No matter how gentle Natasha's voice was, there would always be tears.

"Okay. No hair wash tonight. Let's get you clean so we can snuggle up in bed." She grabs a clean wash cloth and dunks it into the water to wet it before squirting a decent amount of body wash onto it.

You sniffle with a small nod, bringing your attention back to her toys. You half heartedly dunk one of your plastic boats into a large pile of bubbles, but it was clear to Natasha that her little one wasn't really into her play. You were often more silent and subdued after being told off, and it always took lots of cuddles and love to bring out her giggly little girl again.

"We're done my love. Can you pull out the stopper for mama?" Natasha wrings out the wash cloth and hangs it over the side of the tub to dry.

You nod again and reach forward to unplug the stopper, watching with intrigue as the water swirls down the drain. You then look up at mama and hold up your arms.

Natasha smiles as she places her hands beneath your armpits and lifts you to your feet. "Up we go, good girl. Big step." She warns again, watching as you cling to the material of her shirt before cautiously stepping out of the tub and onto the bath mat.

It was then Natasha bundles you up into your frozen 2 towel, and when you step forward with a small whimper, hands still gripping her shirt, she easily welcomes you into her arms and presses a soft kiss to the top of your forehead.

"Shh, you're okay baby. Mama's got you." She soothes as she cups the back of your head, her other hand beginning to trace gentle circles across your towel clad back.

You nod your head slightly, but your grip remains secure around Natasha's waist. Your hands had now slipped underneath her shirt too, and it tells Natasha that you're gonna be wanting some quiet time tonight.

Whenever you were overtired, or whenever you were having a bad day and needed your mama close, Natasha would always drift towards the most innocent forms of comfort. Skin to skin. The feeling of Natasha's skin against your own was one of your favourite things -with the exception of being able to nurse from her breast- and you would, without fail, always end up nestled against the woman's bare chest before the night was over.

"Up mama." You beg quietly a few moments later as you adjust your grip, your arms coming up to rest around Natasha's shoulders.

Natasha doesn't hesitate to haul you up into her arms. You were about five or so inches shorter than she was, but your builds were similar meaning there wasn't much difference between your weights. It meant that whilst Natasha could carry her little one, it was only ever manageable for short distances.

Your legs were tight around her waist as Natasha carries you through to the bedroom, and you let out a disgruntled whine when you feel yourself being set down onto the end of the bed.

"Shh," Natasha soothes, "mama needs to get your jammies and diaper, you're okay." She grabs your stuffed bunny from the top of the bed and places it into your arms. You eagerly hold it close to your chest, eyes fluttering closed when you feel a gentle kiss against your forehead. When they flicker open again, you see mama now on the other side of the room grabbing a clean pair of pyjamas from your dresser drawer.

A diaper and wipes were already in her hands, and you watch quietly as the items were placed down onto the bed next to you. You then lay back without prompt, a soft blush flushing your cheeks when mama immediately calls you a 'good girl'.

"Should we get your cute little butt all diapered, mhh?" Natasha coos as she unfolds the diaper, and you grin shyly as you nod your head and lift your hips allowing the padded item to be slid beneath you.

"Such a good girl," Natasha praises again, giving you a quick wipe down before bringing the front up and securing the tapes together. "There we go, nice a snug. Should we do your jammies now?" She playfully tickles your tummy.

You giggle as you nod your head, and Natasha finds herself laughing softly in adoration as she guides your legs into the holes of your shorts. After tugging them up so they covered your diapered behind, she grabs your hands and pulls you up into a sitting position.

"I think we'll leave your shirt off for now. That way it'll be easier to snuggle with mama, mhh?" Natasha folds the damp towel and deposits it on the back of her desk chair before placing the wipes back into their spot in the dresser drawer.

You nod, "Snuggle now mama?" You hold out the arm that wasn't clutching bunny.

Natasha cups your chin and places a kiss to your forehead,, "Just a second. Let mama change first, okay?"

You pouts, but nod, turning and crawling to the top of the bed. You knock the decorative pillows to the floor and slide beneath the covers, squirming and moving around until they weren't constricting you. Mama made the bed every single morning, and it was always neat and tidy and looked as though no one had ever slept in it.

Natasha smiles as she watches her little one mess up the bed to her liking, her hands in her hair pulling it back into its signature braid.

"Be careful," she warns when you slide a little too close to the end of the bed for her liking.

Your head peaks up over the blankets, your hair already a mess, "Will mama." You mumble with a tired grin before disappearing back beneath the covers.

Natasha playfully rolls her eyes as she wonders back into the bathroom. Her intention was to have a nice long, hot shower, but she'd do that once the little was was fast off in dreamland. After brushing her teeth and washing her face, she walks back through to the bedroom. There, you were sprawled out on your back, eyes closed and your stuffed bunny held close to your chest. Natasha knew you weren't asleep however, because your breathing was way too fast.

"Make some room for mama." Natasha announces her arrival as she tugs back the blankets on her side of the bed. Technically, the whole bed was hers -as was the bedroom- but you took residence in it most nights because you didn't like to sleep by yourself even though you had a perfectly good bedroom available.

Natasha never complains though, because you do tend to use your own room for naps which gives Natasha a little time to herself.

Your eyes blearily open, and at the sight of your mama, you grin and scoot yourself towards the left side of the bed as opposed to the centre.

After Natasha had climbed in, she holds out her arms silently inviting you into them. You comply without hesitation, nestling close against the woman's bare chest as you settle pretty much on top of her.

Natasha presses a kiss to your head as she adjusts herself slightly to get comfortable beneath your weight. She rolls them onto their sides once she realises that sleeping underneath 110 pounds just would not be possible, quietly shushing your quiet whine of dismay at the change of position.

She brings a hand down to gently pat your padded behind, her other arm trapped between your head being used as a pillow. Your face was eye level with her breasts, and it takes only moments for searching lips begin their hunt for food. Natasha smiles softly as she peeks down at you, seeing your eyebrows furrowed in frustration as you attempt to latch on to the swell of her beast. Natasha smiles softly as she uses the tip of her pinky to unlatch you, cupping her breast with her free hand and swiping the nipple over your bottom lip. Your mouth instinctively opens, and Natasha guides your head forward allowing you to get a deep and comfortable latch.

You almost immediately begin to suckle, a wet, squeaky sound filling the otherwise quiet room. It takes only moments for her milk to let down, and the small squeak of excitement that escapes you as you swallow doesn't go amiss. With a soft grin, Natasha presses a kiss to the top of your head and lays her head back down on her own pillow.

"There we go, nice and calm now."

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