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Wolf!Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Your wolf-human hybrid of a mate was insatiable. Natasha was in the middle of what hybrids would call a heat cycle, a period of immense energy and prowess. And you, being her best friend turned mate was the lucky recipient, the outlet Natasha needed.

Natasha was insatiable. Her desire had only gotten stronger. Usually with the amount of mating, the desire is supposed to decrease. Hers simply increased. The mere sight of you would send her into a frenzy.

At the Sanctuary, she’d pounce you in your office or pull you off into the support closet. It made getting work done a little difficult.

Not that you were complaining by any stretch of the imagination.

Things had gotten so heated, with your wolf growing more and more desperate that you finally decided that you and her needed a week off. You pulled out your vacation days and left Yelena and Kate in charge before taking Natasha back to your apartment.

The next few days were a happy blur of love, wine, intimacy, happy howls from her and a lot of tender care for one another. Natasha made sure that there was never an article of clothing in between you and her for all that time.

You find yourself collapsed in bed after one such round. Natasha giggles and wags her tail happily as she lays against your bare chest.

“I can’t get enough of you, my hunter” she whispers in your ear before gently nibbling on it.

“I live to please, my wolf” you reply.

You run your fingers up and down her bare back tenderly and slowly, letting her enjoy the simple act. A small little moan escapes her lips as you absentmindedly continue the motion.

Her tail swishes slowly with her eyes full of nothing but love and adoration for you.

After a few minutes you untangle yourself from your wolf girl lover and move to get up. Natasha quickly wraps her legs and arms around you, whining in your ear.

“No” she says, her ears drooping just a little, “stay, please.”

“Baby I’m just going to grab you a Gatorade” you chuckle.

“Oh” she blushes as you go over to your little mini fridge you had set up in your bedroom for this event “I forgot how thirsty i was”

You come back with a cold Gatorade for her and gently feed it to her, Natasha can’t help but smile at how amazing of a mate you were to her.

“Thank you, my hunter.” she smiles at you before immediately lunging at you.

You couldn’t help but laugh as Natasha pulled you right back into bed. Her tail was wagging furiously and happily as she straddled you and kissed you repeatedly.

“Natasha!” you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Oh thank you, my hunter” she breathes out as she looks down at you, her emerald eyes shining happily.

“For what, my wolf?” you look back at her curiously.

“This is the first heat cycle I could truly experience” she admits with a happy giggle, “I never felt safe or loved enough to allow myself to truly let go. So thank you”

You take her face in your hands, “thank you for trusting me enough for this.”

Your wolf girl lets out a little whine before pinning you and kissing you again. You’d do anything for Natasha, your wild wolf girl. She trusts you and you trust her. It’s the wonderful intimacy and privacy that your love has afforded each other.

I need my bunny to lay ready and waiting as i use her pulling on her ears and shoving my knotted strap deep inside of her growling in her ear and howling as i rutt and moan

Wolf!Natasha x Reader

All things considered, you and your wolf hybrid mate Natasha were adjusting super well to having two little five year olds running thru your shared cave.

Little Wanda and Pietro never wanted to leave your side. They were stuck on you like glue. You and Natasha even moved two little twin beds into the cave and also another set just like it into your apartment.

The little twin deer hybrids just came to life around you and Natasha. They loved being tucked in at night. They loved it when Natasha would sing an old Russian lullaby. They mostly just loved rough housing with you. Wanda particularly enjoyed cooking with you. And Pietro loved learning some hunting skills with Natasha and Yelena.

Honestly, you were excited and relieved that little deer hybrids Wanda and Pietro Maximoff were active and screaming and laughing. It let you know they felt comfortable around you and the love of your life. But there was so much screaming.

One such moment was this evening. Natasha was enjoying an evening cup of decaf coffee at her little kitchenette table. Her eyes were on the little doe and deer kids who were being chased around the open space of the cave by you.

The kids were squealing and screaming happily as you chased them around.

“I’m gonna get you!” You exclaimed as the little kids ran around. Little Pietro was way faster than his twin sister.

Natasha couldn’t help but smile. This was the kind of life she always wanted. A cozy life with you, two kids, and a good cup of decaf.

And then little Wanda ran up to Natasha, grabbing her pant leg.

“You gotta protect us Momma!” The little doe said with a giggle.

“M-Momma?” Natasha asked trying to be sure she had heard the little doe girl correctly.

Wanda seemed to shrink away a little only for Natasha to pull her close and hug her tight.

“It’s okay” Your wolf gal let out a little laugh, her eyes filling with tears. “You can call me that”

“I can?” The little doe asks hopefully only for Natasha to answer by kissing the top of her head.

Pietro pulls at your sweater’s sleeve, “can I call you Poppa?”

You get down on your knees before the little buck and hug him tight, “of course you can pal”

The twins proceeded to switch places with Wanda hugging you tight and Pietro hugging Natasha. The two little twins giggled and had their own set of tears running down their faces.

Just hearing Wanda call you Poppa made your heart feel so full. Tears began streaming down your face as you hugged her tight. Wanda’s little doe tail was wiggling happily as you held her.

Natasha’s big fluffy wolf tail was wagging happily as she hugged Pietro tight. She locked eyes with you and gave you a little wink. You gave her one right back.

Wanda and Pietro felt undeniably safe and comfortable with you and Natasha. And of course, you loved them with every fiber of your combined beings.

They had found their Momma and Poppa, while you and Natasha had found your kids. Your own little gifts.